#I kept the same name for so long I will probably continue to call it Sanne for a long time

[katerinaaqu]

what would have happened to penelope if telemachus had been murdered by the suitors? how would she have acted?

That is a very good question and judging by her reaction once she remotely finds out about the ploy she was like a tiger in a cage. First she shouted at everyone for keeping it from her, then she went into a lamenting in one way, praying with all her might for Athena to protect her son and last but not least she went to confront Antinous perhaps hoping to intimidate him into calling back his ploy, basically reminding him of his father's humiliation and basically calling him every name under the sun.

I know that I might be a bit controversial when I say this but if Penelope found out her son was killed she would fall into desperation or potentially finally break emotionally.

Penelope remained steadfast way too long. Way too intensely, for 20 years she kept on her back the entire kingdom while raising her son. For a full decade she was worrying what happened of her husband given the scarce news on the war she might have gotten including but not limited to; the intrigues, murders of people among them like Palamedes, the plague sent by Apollo etc. while having the bare minimum news of her husband. During a considerable amount of time she watched both her in-laws lose all hope (one lost his sanity, the other melted away and potentially ended her own life or at least melted away). For almost half a decade she was holding back over 100 men she knew she needed their alliance for, aka she could not reject or insult them in the face, men that disrespected both her and her authority but also her husband who was daresay almost like a father to many of them, she was holding them back again WHILE protecting her son who was underage and after she had buried her mother-in-law All of the above while she had no news of her husband's whereabouts or even one clue on where he was, away from her own home and her family having almost zero emotional support apart from the few slaves in her household that still loved her and her son. The husband she so much loved was gone and lost and all that WHILE she does receive scarce news on other kings (and many of them have had tragic fates in store for them such as Ajax, Agamemnon, Ajax son of Oileus and even Menelaus had his own adventure) while she even got news probably on the tragedy in her cousin's home when Clytemnestra not only became murderess but she was also killed by her own son but that said son also turned mad and got to self-exile potentially etc

Penelope was holding on by seer will and hope alone, against all reason that told her it was hopeless. Telemachus was the last thing she had; her only family close to her at that point given as I said her father sister etc were away and the only thing she had left of her husband (daresay a reminder of his if we think that Telemachus looked so much like his father, in one way Penelope looked at him grow and began to see something of her husband at him)

Telemachus being killed would have been the last stroke that would break the camel's back. I think Penelope would fall into absolute despair, potentially locking herself up completely (she already was at that point, technically). Potentially only mechanically continue the taslk her husband left her, aka rule the land for him, but she would see no point in anything anymore.

In fact, if I am allowed a parallel, I think Penelope receiving the dead body of her son would give me the same feeling as a Pieta piece of artwork like this one by William-Adolphe Bouguereau:

Pain would engulf her and without anyone or possibly little to no hope left that she would get her husband back, she would just draw back to her chambers possibly crying and praying all day, not being able to withstand anything more at that point. She would lose her first and only child, her little miracle, the last piece she had of her husband. I don't think she would have any more strength left to fight or seek revenge or anything

I am not saying she would attempt something against her life, she is too strong or steadfast for that and she doesn't seem the type but I think she would take way too much to recover from the sorrow and never completely unless of course Odysseus came to offer her some kind of emotional and actual support then she would definitely get some of her spirit back and also support her husband in return in his sorrow but yeah this is the first thing that comes to my mind.

[kitten4sannie]

kitten fever

pairing: cat hybrid husband! sannie x fem! reader

genre: hybrid au, smut

summary: after you put your baby to sleep and head to bed yourself, you come to the discovery that your dear husband just hit his rut and desperately wants to put another baby in you.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: needy pussydrunk maniac! san, service sub! reader, they’re giving switch energy as well <3, san gets lost in subspace, big cawk sannie, only pet names/praise (baby, mama/mommy (only a few times trust), sweetheart, princess), san likes to be called kitty, san humps reader’s pillow out of desperation, kissing, wet and messy, possessiveness, grinding, nipple play (f/m receiving), lactation kink (muahahahaha), face sitting that turns into a 69, oral (f/m receiving), good ol fashioned unprotected missionary, heavy breeding kink, bulge kink, knotting, creampie, just so, so much cum……

a/n: i did a poll a lil while back to ask what vibe everyone wanted for sannie’s bday fic and soft, sweet love making with husband sannie won by a landslide ~~ but ofc i had to add my lil spin to it and made him a hybrid husband in heat hehe <33 i wrote this all in one go just rn bc i’m a ✨chronic procrastinator✨ so i had less time to perfect it but i hope it’s just as enjoyable as my other fics 🥹🫶🏼 that being said, enjoy lovelies~

song rec: same dream, same mind, same night by svt (this is a love making song and you cannot convince me otherwise 🙂‍↕️) - sex on fire by kings of leon - terrible love by boston manor (“tell me i’m everything you want~ tell me you need me~ give it everything you’ve got, so give it all~” <33)

“Hush, little baby, don’t you cry, mama’s gonna sing you a lullaby,” you cooed gently in a sing-song voice to the sweet angel laying still inside her crib, continuing your soft serenade until her eyes closed, surrendering to another night of much needed rest after a long day of adventure and learning, her tiny fingers slowly releasing the grip they had on one of yours, her tiny fluffy tail uncurling from your wrist. When you saw that your babygirl had fallen asleep, you gave her a loving kiss on the forehead, before exiting the bedroom and heading to your own.

It had taken a fair amount of time to get your baby to go to sleep, making you wonder if your husband had fallen asleep himself while he was waiting for you to come back. He must’ve been tired, especially after how worked up he was during the day, zooming around the house to get chores done despite there not being a rush, not even giving you the opportunity to make dinner either when he put his signature ‘kiss the cat’ apron on, and somehow still having the energy to run a few miles on his treadmill afterwards, claiming he still had the zoomies.

As soon as you cracked open the door, you could hear whimpering and soft, breathy panting coming from deeper inside the low lit room, a few candles burning away on your respective nightstands. Poor, sweet Sannie was probably having a nightmare of some sort. You would have to wake him.

“Baby, nnngh, need you, need you so bad, wanna be inside you, need to give you more kitties,” San voiced desperately to no one, hunched over and driving his heavy, leaking cock back and forth across the plush, pre-cum stained pillow that was kept on your side of the bed, his sweaty raven bangs sticking to his forehead, his tufted ears splayed out in opposite directions. He lowered his head further to take in your warm, flowery scent, letting out an instinctive growl and bucking his hips forward until he began to emit little breathy ‘ah, ah, ah’s’. He slowly dragged his throbbing cock along the feathered pillow, leaving thick, milky cum shots onto the previously pristine material. “Cummingggg, filling you up so deep, mama, it won’t stop….”

Well, it seems like you wouldn’t have to wake him. Your husband was already wide awake and seemingly trying to impregnate your pillow. You entered the room and closed the door behind you, causing San to look up at you with big boba eyes, his ears now on high alert, sheepishness overtaking his blushing features and a gentle, understanding one forming on yours. “Oh, my sweet Sannie, is this why you were so active today? Are you in a rut?”

San tried to cover up the evidence he left all over your pillow, his long fluffy tail curling shyly around one of his bare legs, his stained briefs riding up a bit near his inner thighs. “I-i didn’t wanna tell you because it’s hard for me to control myself when I’m like this…I can only think of one thing…”

You took a few steps forward until you were standing at the foot of the bed, hovering over San, your hands already making their way to his overheated face to caress it. “And what is that, kitty?”

San just about melted into your touch, his hot breath fanning over your skin when he sighed, gazing up at you past his fluttering lashes. “Breeding my beautiful wife…” he whispered softly, turning his head to press a lingering kiss into the palm of your hand. “I want to make love to you….feel and taste every single inch of you…remind you why you’re mine…” He whimpered, closing his eyes for a second, before they returned to you, his eyebrows upturned with desperation, his glistening lips parted ever so slightly. “I’m burning up just thinking about it…”

You leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto his forehead, then his cheek, leaving one on his trembling lips afterwards. “Then, what are you waiting for, Sannie? Let’s play.”

-

“Baby, your pretty kitty, mmmnn, feels so good,” San panted, breaking the heated, messy kiss you were sharing to moan from the way you were eagerly grinding yourself on his lap, his hardened cock pressing up directly into your slippery, hot cunt, a bit of drool escaping his lips, only for you to lap it up from his chin, before your tongue repeatedly swirled around his. “Wanna knot you…”

“Not yet, Sannie….wanna have more fun with you first…” When San began to whimper and squirm around, you reached past his head to grab onto the headboard with both hands, pressing your forehead to his to keep him locked in on you. “You wanna feel me all over, yeah?” You moved your hips in a more precise motion, the pronounced edge of his cockhead catching onto your clit each time your cunt dragged up and down his length, making the both of you let out a collective moan. You lifted up your body a bit so that your heavy tits were bouncing ever so slightly in his face, watching as your husband fell into a trance. “Wanna taste me too, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes, mama, wan’ it all,” San nodded drunkenly, repeatedly licking at his lips and fangs, bringing his hands up to your tits to feel the weight of them, squeezing into them slightly, his tail quickly slamming against the side of the bed as though he were a dog. He knew they were filled with milk, and it drove him absolutely nuts.

How adorable. Your kitten was too predictable. You pressed your tits together, holding them near his pretty blushing face. “Does kitty need milk?”

“Yes, please!” San opened his mouth up just in time for you to press your chest into his face, his lips closing around one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it until he began to taste the sweet essence of your milk. Deep purrs reverberated from his chest and throat, clearly content, letting go of one tit to focus on the other, pinching your nipple to watch as your milk spurted out of it and landed on his small pink tongue.

“Nnngh, that’s good, baby…” Humming, you ran your fingers through your husband’s soft hair as he gently coaxed more of the milkiness out of your tits one by one, eventually reaching down to rub your thumbs over his nipples, rolling them in circles until he began to let out muffled moans and whimpers. “Sannie’s so sensitive, hm? Even more sensitive now that he’s in a rut…so desperate for Mommy’s kitty.”

San gulped your sweetness down, a few drops dribbling down his chest, before he gasped at the sensation of you pinching his sensitive buds. “Y-yes, Sannie wants to be inside mama so bad….” He nibbled on one of your puffy nipples, dragging his rough tongue over it just to hear you whine, looking up at you to take in your suddenly submissive gaze. “My pretty girl’s sensitive too, I take it.”

“Always, because of that tongue of yours…” you murmured, digging your nails into the headboard when he forcefully pushed your tits together and ran his tongue back and forth over your nipples, biting them with his fangs for good measure.

“S-sannie…!”

When San felt a fresh wave of slick leak out onto his lap, his eyes started to narrow into slits, his instinctive urge to dominate you beginning to slip past the surface of his hazy mind. “So wet for me, aren’t you, sweetheart? It’s all going to waste too….Such a shame…”

“Wanna lick it up, kitty?” you asked sweetly, bringing your lips down to his, tasting the sweetness of your milk on his moving tongue.

“Mm. Sit on my face, princess,” he commanded in a slightly deeper tone, waiting for you to climb off of him so that he could lower himself down onto the bed. Just as you faced away from him and lifted your leg up to go over him, San grabbed you by your soft hips and pulled you down onto his face, immediately getting to work.

San dipped his tongue between your slick lips and dragged it up, painfully slow at first, so that he could savor your warm taste, licking a long stripe toward and then over your clit. He repeated this action until all that could be heard in the room was his wet tongue coming in contact with your soaking cunt, along with the groans he was letting out with each lick. Opening his eyes to admire your pretty plush pussy, he pressed a kiss onto your bud, before sucking on it with varying degrees of intensity, reveling in the way his pretty wife moaned desperately for more. “That’s it, huh, babygirl? Your pussy’s getting so messy, you must be getting close already….”

“F-fuck, yes, I’m close…don’t stop, Sannie,” you sighed out, suddenly distracted by the sight of your husband’s throbbing cock standing at full attention between his thighs. Licking at your lips, you carefully lowered yourself down until you could slurp and suck the pre-cum that pooled out of his reddened cockhead with ease, opening your mouth wide enough to take most of his cock down your throat inch by inch.

“Oh my god, baby, I won’t last if you do that….” San tossed his head back for a second, temporarily losing himself to the pleasure of having his cock buried inside the hot, wet heaven of your mouth and throat, moaning hoarsely all the while. Feeling more of your slick drip onto his heated skin, he remembered about his current mission. Once his tongue returned to your dripping slit, you started to rock your hips in time with San’s lips, your clit even bumping against your husband’s nose, your thighs beginning to tremble.

You took San’s cock down your throat as deep as it would go, using your spilling saliva to jerk off the rest of his length that you couldn’t reach with your mouth, hearing him begin to emit muffled whimpers and curses against your pulsing cunt, feeling his thighs tighten up underneath your touch.

You continued to move in sync, your hips now desperately rocking against San’s splayed out tongue, your moans playing a hypnotic rhythm. You always seemed to fall into this matching pattern of giving and receiving, losing yourselves in each other’s love and pleasure. Just as you began to squirm around, San’s hands slipped from your thighs where they were previously squeezing to your waist, wrapping them tightly around your middle to keep you still as your release poured out onto his tongue.

“Sannieeee, so good, so good, gonna cum,” you whined out once you pulled yourself off of his cock, your lips connected to the sticky tip with a few strands of milky saliva.

“Me too, baby, me too. Fuck, take it for me, okay? Be good and take it all,” San moaned against your convulsing cunt, lapping up the rest of your arousal, just as he began to shudder, forcefully tossing his head back into his pillow.

You caught the seemingly endless stream of cum on your tongue, some of it shooting into the back of your throat. You swallowed it all without hesitation, before climbing off of him and leaning down to press your lips onto his.

He eagerly kissed you back, gently lowering you down onto the mattress so that he could climb on top of you, the both of you desperately exchanging your warm arousal with one another, only breaking the dizzying kiss when neither of you could take a proper breath. “I love you, Y/N…” he whispered near your cheek.

“I love you too, San…”

Gazing deeply into your half-lidded eyes, San gently lowered his body weight onto you, not having to ask to know what you both needed when he positioned himself near your entrance and slipped right in, the both of you moaning in unison.

“Ready for my litter, baby? I’m gonna fill you up over and over, okay? I won’t stop until you tell me to…” Saliva pooled in San’s mouth as a low, deep purr rumbled inside his chest. Part human or not, your husband’s cat-like traits still made themselves present when he was sheathed inside you like this, especially now that he was in a rut.

“Yes, give it all to me, Sannie, I want your kitties,” you begged breathlessly, hardly able to think now that you were getting stretched out by your husband’s thick length, your legs hooking around his small waist once he began to recklessly drill himself into you.

“I’ll give it all to you, baby, have it all, have all of me.” Huffing and puffing, San pounded his cock into you, slipping out a few times due to how incredibly wet you were, taking the time to slap his cock down onto your abdomen, just to show the both of you how his length just about reached your ribs, watching you swallow hard, your hazy, tear filled eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“I can take it, Sannie. I can, I promise,” you reminded him gently, just as he slipped back inside you, pounding your pussy as if he had never stopped.

“Yes, you can, you’re gonna take it all, because you’re mine, mine, mine,” San groaned out near your ear like a mantra, his heavy body flush against yours, your legs hanging off of his broad shoulders, slamming his cock into you like you were just a toy, your cunt taking it like you were made specifically for him, his tail wrapped tightly around one of your ankles, almost acting as an anchor to keep the both of you from slipping out of reality.

“Yours, yours, yours…” you chanted back, your nails starting to dig and rake down his back, starting to fade away once your high rapidly took over. “Sannieeee, give me your knot, please…”

Almost as if on command, San’s knot began to form inside your cunt, stretching you out to the max. He pulled back slightly so that he could press his hands into your abdomen, feeling just how thick and heavy his cock was inside of you. “That’s my good girl…Look at you….my pretty little wife, taking all of my knot like this. It’s gonna break and your womb’s gonna be flooded with my cum, you know…You wanna get knocked up again for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm!”

He nosed at your neck, taking in your pretty scent, whispering, “Help me breed you, baby.”

“Breed me, kitty….Make me yours forever…” You clutched your hands into his waist and pulled his hips taut to yours, your cunt clenching around his cock just as San melted into you, whispering countless promises of love, mixed with involuntary curses into your ear, the dam finally breaking.

A short, broken cry tore out of your throat as you squirted onto San’s twitching cock, endless waves of hot cum pouring out past your cervix and filling your womb up with his potent seed, rendering you vulnerable to the very real possibility of impregnation by your dear hybrid husband. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

Purring, San pulled you into his arms and began to lick at the tears that had stained your flushed cheeks, grooming you in his own special way. He nuzzled into you, his tail coiling protectively around one of your wrists, his lips ghosting along your jaw, one of his twitching ears tickling your own. “We’ll have to paint our baby girl’s room half blue if we end up having a boy.”

You giggled, nuzzling into your husband’s loving touch. “Bold of you to assume we won’t have another girl.”

San smiled at you, his brown eyes sparkling with love and adoration for you. “That’s fine. I’m a girl dad, after all.”

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[omgfangirlland]

The Shadows That Nurture 6

Enjoy Chapter 6! Ch8 will be a look into what has been happening in Ghotam and Ch9 will probably follow the first episode of Invincible.

We're slowly approaching the main timeline age, so if ya'll want a specific character to make an appearance or would like to see a specific plot line this is your time to speak now or forever remain silent /j

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He is crazy- he can’t just- He-!

You couldn’t even know where to begin telling what happened. One moment you were relaxing, enjoying the sun, living the dream- and then this old, 6 feet and 2 inches of pure muscle, alien-man thing just up and kidnaps you. Omni-Man kidnapped you with a simple “Hello, kid. Let’s go home.” You were more shocked than angry, to be honest, the man was just spewing nonsense as he flew you across the states.

Now, Nolan wouldn’t call it kidnapping- why, he’d never! He was just- cleaning up the streets, helping a homeless kid, even though he knew where she lived- it was adopting without all the other steps!

He was meticulous in his watching, not stalking, but watching, observing. When Cecil first called him, bringing to his attention a mysterious flying person coming and going from NYC, he was ready for a villain, an alien preparing to overtake NYC, anything but a tween kid shakily flying, almost hitting buildings and nearly being taken down by other flying heroes.

He knew she was no threat; he told Cecil as much- but he kept coming back. Something kept making him come back, just to look, to make sure she didn’t hurt herself or others- he kept telling himself. He knew deep inside why he came back every day for a year, it was the same reason why he married Debbie, it was the same reason why he couldn’t bring himself to hate his son.

Sure, she was living well, but the food she ate, if she remembered to, wasn’t sustainable, she needed home-cooked food, she needed socializing and training, she needed- she needed a family and stability. Nolan took the initiative to pack her bags and everything in her little apartment and move her into his and Debbie’s house, in the room next to Mark’s. And then, he took her.

You didn’t put up much of a fight if one at all, but really what could you say or do when Omi-Man has deemed you his and his wife’s kid, the man spoke of her highly, his son too, but still- He kidnapped you, you wouldn’t just stay- “And Debbie is making this roast beef with baked potatoes-“…

Some would call you weak, others would say you can be easily bought, but this was the greatest roast beef you had tasted in a long while. “This is amazing food, Mrs. Grayson.” You could play along for a while. The woman just smiled and thanked you, insisting on you calling her Debbie. The offer of ice cream made you sure you could play along for a long while.

She wasn’t initially happy with Nolan coming with a random kid under his arm, but one look at your disheveled appearance and wide eyes made her rethink everything. A daughter wouldn’t hurt, two kids would make the house happier, and you reminded her of those scuffed up little kittens, she didn’t have it in her to let you go without a meal at least.

Over dinner, you answered every question they threw at you, from your name to Mark asking if you like comics, but when they asked your age, you just shrugged. “Around 13-14? Can’t quite remember, I haven’t celebrated my birthday ever, mom just told me how old I was and then-“ Your body went rigid.

You were telling too much, getting too comfortable- but, maybe this was your chance at a true family. Can’t back down now, you could always just leave if you really wanted. The two adults understood as soon as you tensed up, Debbie immediately acting as her hand soothingly rubbed at your shoulder and back while they let you decide whether to continue or change the subject. “She died when I was five.”

She smiled at you softly, apologizing for prying and giving their condolences, something not even Alfred did. All Nolan saw was an opportunity to grab you and never let go, to give you what the father that clearly wasn’t in the picture never gave.

Mark just grabbed your wrist, a sad frown on his face. “I can share my parent with you. I know I’d be sad if mom or dad were gone. We can be siblings!” His bright smile was contagious, making you smile just as bright before your hopeful eyes met Debbie’s. She was sold a while back, as soon as you called her pretty while calling Nolan a bum and asking how she had the misfortune of marrying a brute, making the man grumble as he sat you on the couch, your hopeful glance just set it in stone.

Despite having a room all to yourself, you wanted to push. They were different to the Waynes, that was clear. They were warmer, talked to you, and it all felt so much better. So, you wanted to test the water by asking Mark if he’d be willing to share his bedroom with you tonight, not wanting to be alone. Not when you had the opportunity to soak in any attention they give you.

The boy was excited to have a sleepover in his room, eager to show you all the comics and toys he had- and neither Debbie nor Nolan could say no. Not to two pairs of puppy eyes. The adults were sure this weakness to saying no wouldn’t last… Hopefully.

Spending the night with Mark was amazing, it was everything you thought Dick and the other would give you. He showed you all his comics, letting you read all of them, and as the night settled and the stars were high in the sky you taught him about them. In the end, you both fell asleep in the pillow fort you made, comic books lying open around you. Your plans of escape quickly went out the window, this family thing with them felt like it was worth trying. You liked NYC, but maybe Chicago is where you belonged. And if the adults heard you two giggle and fuss around all night, they didn’t say anything.

By next week you were a Grayson, thanks to Cecil’s string-pulling. Looks like Nolan knew exactly what to say to make the man agree.

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[gf2bellamy]

Hey! I have a request, remember the scene in a bar with the real fbi agent? What if the reader flirted with him instead of emily and spencer (they're in a relationship already but no one knows) saw and he started feeling insecure then he realized that she messing with brad and then she comfort him telling him that he has nothing to worry about

classified — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) content warnings: brad hitting on reader , they're at a bar , spencer being insecure a/n: thank you for your request !! i love that scene its so funny i love the bau girlies sm

You tapped your fingers absently against the wood of the bar counter, your patience wearing thin as you waited for the bartender to hand you your drinks. It was a busy night, and you knew that waiting was inevitable, but this was taking far too long. You let out an audible sigh, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. 

Your gaze drifted across the bar, scanning the crowd aimlessly, and that’s when you made eye contact with a stranger.

A man, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, and clearly confident, flashed you a grin, the kind that was meant to be charming but only made you look away, uninterested. You weren’t here for attention. You were here to grab drinks for yourself and your boyfriend, who was patiently waiting for you at your table. Finally, the bartender placed a glass in front of you. But as you reached for it, you frowned. This wasn’t the drink you ordered. 

“Hey, that’s not mine—” you started, but the bartender had already moved on, too swamped with other customers to hear you. 

Before you could call out again or wave him down, someone shifted beside you. Close. 

“Hey,” a voice drawled. “I’m Brad.” 

You turned your head, brows furrowing as you recognized the same man who had just been grinning at you from across the bar.

“Uh…” You blinked, thrown off by his sudden approach. 

“The drink is from me,” he continued, flashing what he clearly thought was a winning smile as he leaned against the bar, making himself comfortable. 

You stared at him, unimpressed. “I didn’t order this.” 

He shrugged. “Consider it a gift.” 

You forced a polite smile. “Okay, thanks.” 

But you didn’t move. Despite the discomfort curling in your stomach, you weren’t about to leave the bar without Spencer’s soda. You had come here to grab drinks for both of you, and no overconfident stranger was going to change that.  Still, you could feel his body angled toward yours in a way that made it clear he wasn’t ready to walk away. 

“What’s your name?” he asked. 

You exhaled slowly, keeping your eyes on the bartender as you tried to wave him down. “Why?” 

Your tone was deliberately disinterested, but Brad either didn’t notice or didn’t care. 

“Just wanting to get to know you,” he said smoothly, flashing that same grin. You didn’t return it. The bartender was still busy, so you shifted slightly, trying to create more space between you. “Not really looking to be ‘gotten to know.’” 

Brad chuckled like you’d made a joke. “Come on, no need to be shy.” 

You clenched your jaw. Jesus, do guys like this ever take a hint? 

Still, you kept your expression neutral, hoping that if you didn’t engage, he’d eventually get bored and walk away.  

“I get it now,” Brad said, leaning a little closer. “You probably don’t run into guys like me often.” 

Your brows knit together in irritation. “Excuse me?” 

He smirked. “FBI.” He said it like it was supposed to impress you, like he expected some wide-eyed reaction. “That’s right. I’m an agent.” 

You stared at him for a second, unsure whether to laugh or roll your eyes. He was flexing being in the FBI, to you. It was almost too perfect. 

“Oh, really?” you said, unable to help yourself. 

You suppressed a grin, letting your expression shift just enough to seem intrigued. “That’s so cool.” 

Brad’s chest seemed to expand at your sudden interest, his confidence returning in full force. He leaned in slightly, his smirk deepening as he mistook your mockery for flirtation. 

“Yeah,” he said, flashing what he clearly thought was a charming grin. 

You hummed, tilting your head slightly. “So, what department are you in?” 

Your voice was smooth, your body language shifting ever so slightly, just enough to keep him engaged, just enough to make him believe you were hooked. Honestly? This was fun. 

Brad, completely unaware of the trap he was walking into, smirked again. “That’s classified.” 

You widened your eyes in fake fascination. “Oh. That sounds intense.” 

He shrugged, playing it cool. “It is. But, you know, it’s part of the job.” 

You let your fingers trail lazily along the rim of your glass. “So, like… what can you tell me?” you mused, biting your lip just slightly. 

Brad was practically glowing under the attention. “Well,” he started, shifting his weight so he was closer to you, “let’s just say I deal with some of the most dangerous minds out there.” He shot you a sideways glance, as if expecting you to be thoroughly impressed. 

You weren’t. But you were thoroughly entertained. 

“Wow,” you murmured, leaning in just a bit.  

As you continued your mockery of Brad, Spencer sat at the table, watching you. 

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way. Insecure. But as he saw you lean in, tilting your head ever so slightly, angling your body toward the man beside you, he felt a weight settle deep in his chest. He tried to suppress it, to rationalize it away. Maybe you were just being polite. Maybe he was reading too much into it. He wanted to believe that was the case, but you looked interested. The way you twirled your fingers along the rim of your glass, the way your lips curved just slightly when Brad spoke, it all made his stomach twist. 

What he didn’t know, what he couldn’t know, was that you were mocking the man. That your flirtation was nothing more than an elaborate joke at Brad’s expense. 

But Spencer wasn’t in on the joke. All he saw was you, looking at someone else like that. And it hurt. He exhaled, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. His logical mind screamed at him to calm down. 

You’re together. She’s with you. But the problem was, no one else knew that. 

You and Spencer had chosen to keep your relationship a secret, at least for now. It had seemed like the best option, especially given the team dynamic. Hotch had rules about workplace relationships. Morgan and Garcia would never let you two live it down. JJ and Emily would have a field day gossiping about it. So, for the past few months, you and Spencer had played it safe. Careful glances. Brushing hands that lingered just a little too long. And yet, here, right now, he was questioning everything. 

He knew he wasn’t like Morgan or Brad. He didn’t have the easy charm, the effortless confidence. He was just… Spencer. 

And watching you with someone else, someone who didn’t hide his attraction to you, who could openly flirt without consequences, it made him feel so small. He looked down at his drink, swallowing the lump in his throat. 

Soon enough, you made your way back to Spencer’s table, now with your own drink in one hand and his soda in the other. Sliding into the booth beside him, you greeted him with a soft, “Hi,” flashing him a smile that was only reserved for him. Normally, Spencer would have melted under that smile, his lips would have curled just slightly, his eyes softening in that way they always did when you looked at him like that. 

But tonight, he barely reacted. 

You frowned slightly, glancing around to check on the rest of the team. Morgan was still on the dance floor, probably charming his way into someone’s good graces. Garcia and Emily were off in a corner, deep in conversation with a few strangers. 

Everything was normal. So what was wrong with Spencer? 

“Thanks,” he mumbled, taking the soda from your hand but never meeting your eyes. That was weird. 

You nudged his shoulder lightly. “You okay?” 

He nodded, giving you a quick, tight-lipped smile. “Nothing. I’m fine.” You weren’t convinced. 

“Spence.” 

His eyes flicked up toward you for only a second before darting away. Something was off. 

Quickly, you checked to make sure no one from the team was watching before reaching out, fingers brushing gently through the soft strands of his hair before trailing lightly along his cheek. That got his attention. His breath hitched ever so slightly, and his entire body stiffened at the sudden touch. His eyes finally met yours.

“Hey,” you murmured, your voice softer now. “Talk to me.” 

Spencer swallowed, shaking his head as if trying to push something away. “It’s nothing. I just…” He trailed off, lips pressing together in frustration. 

“Spencer,” you said, voice softer now, filled with concern. 

He exhaled sharply and finally looked at you, just for a second, before his gaze dropped again. His fingers fidgeted with the cuff of his sleeve, a nervous habit you knew all too well. 

“I just… I didn’t like seeing you with that guy,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. 

You blinked. “Brad?” 

His shoulders tensed slightly, as if just hearing the name made him more uncomfortable. A small, amused smile tugged at your lips. You couldn’t help it. 

“Spence, will you look at me for a second?” you asked, tilting your head slightly. 

He hesitated but eventually met your eyes. You reached for his hand under the table, letting your fingers brush against his before holding on. 

“Brad was trying to flirt with me by telling me he was an FBI agent,” you explained, amusement creeping into your voice. “He tried to impress me by talking about all the dangerous criminals he’s caught, how important his job is.” 

Spencer’s eyebrows lifted slightly, curiosity flickering in his expression. You chuckled. “And the whole time I was mocking him.” 

“Oh.” His expression shifted, embarrassment creeping in as his ears turned pink. You bit your lip, watching him process it.

“Oh,” he repeated, his voice quieter this time.

You laughed softly, squeezing his hand under the table. “Spence, you really thought I was into him?”

He shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean… I know you’re with me, but I just… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” you prompted gently.

He let out a breath, finally squeezing your hand in return. “It’s just… sometimes, I worry that maybe I’m not…” He trailed off again, his fingers fidgeting against yours. Your heart clenched. You knew what he meant, even if he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. That insecurity, that tiny voice in the back of his head telling him he wasn’t enough. And you hated that it still crept in, even now.

You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “Spence.” He looked at you hesitantly.

“You are enough. More than enough,” you said firmly. “You’re the smartest, kindest, most incredible person I know. And I love you—you. Not some random, fake FBI agent. You.”

His shoulders dropped, his entire body relaxing as the weight of his earlier insecurity lifted. 

“…I love you too,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

A small chuckle escaped him, and you felt the last bit of tension melt away. Spencer squeezed your hand again, this time with more confidence. “I’m sorry for being an idiot.” 

“You’re not an idiot,” you corrected immediately. “You’re just…” You tapped your chin playfully. “What’s the word? Adorably overanalytical?” 

He rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the warmth in them. You leaned in closer, your voice just above a whisper. “For the record… you are the most impressive FBI agent in this bar.” 

Spencer’s lips twitched. “Statistically speaking, I’d argue that Morgan’s ability to—” 

You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, cutting him off mid-sentence. His breath hitched slightly, and when you pulled back, his face was completely flushed. 

You grinned. “No more overthinking, okay?” 

He sighed, but it was lighthearted now. “Okay.” 

[virelia]

YOU'RE MARRIED WITH WHO!?

ੈ✩ pairing: Solomon x Female!reader

ੈ✩ summary: Even though you were married to Solomon it was a big secret. But what secret is kept to the grave?

ੈ✩ wc: 628

ੈ✩ warning(s): pet names {darling}

Being married to Solomon was... something. You two were married even before the exchange program, but because of Solomon's many "enemies," you both agreed to keep it a secret. The only thing that connected you was your hearts and a pair of matching rings. They weren’t anything big or elegant, but they were special because Solomon made them himself, so they were very unique. You never thought something as little as that would expose you, but one day, something happened...

"M/C, you should let me paint your nails!! I just got a new nail polish, so I want to test it out," said Asmo while clinging to your waist from behind. You just wanted to get some snacks from the kitchen after a tiring day, but here you were with a clingy Asmo, and you didn’t want to be rude.

"Sure, but you have to make it quick, alright?"

Upon hearing this, without saying anything, Asmo let go of you and grabbed your hand to guide both of you to his room. As you sat on his bed, you remembered to take off your ring so Asmo could work a little more comfortably. But before you could take it off, Asmo appeared out of nowhere and grabbed your hand.

"Oh! What a cool ring you have," he smirked, before smiling for a moment. "Eh? I’m pretty sure I’ve seen this somewhere." After inspecting the ring for a while, his face lit up. "I know where I saw this! Solomon has the exact same one!!"

Your eyes widened, and you started to sweat. "But it’s probably a coincidence," you said quickly, but Asmo let go of your hand to look at your face. The moment he saw your expression, he smirked.

"Oh? Do you guys have something going on, hm?" he started to tease.

"Oh, uhm... no?" After your awkward response, you mentally face-palmed yourself.

"So, uh, can I see the nail polish?" you tried to change the subject, but it only made him smirk more.

"I see, I see. So, you guys are dating then?" he continued. "What a shame, I wanted t—"

He was cut off by your fast response. "We are married, actually."

His eyes widened. "WHAT!? I mean, it was pretty suspicious that you guys knew each other even before you came Devildom and were always together, but MARRIED?! HOW DID I NOT NOTICE EARLIER?!!"

You awkwardly tried to calm the beautiful man down. "Asmo, calm down, everyone is going to hear yo—"

"M/C AND SOLOMON ARE WHAT?!"

When you and the Avatar of Lust turned your heads and looked through the door, you saw wide-eyed Mammon and Levi.

"I- uhmm—"

While Mammon was staring at you, Levi took out his D.D.D. and started typing something.

"M/C and Solomon have been married all along LOLOLOLOL," he typed, pressing 'send.'

All you could do was stare at Levi with wide eyes. "Levi, you didn’t really send it, right? RIGHT!?"

Before Levi could respond, your D.D.D. started to buzz with lots of calls/messages from the other brothers, and you got your answer. It was going to be a long night for you, huh?

At midnight in the Purgatory Hall...

"Solomooonn," you said with a crying voice, hugging Solomon from behind. He startled because of the sudden contact but quickly returned to normal.

"What happened, darling?" he said in a calm voice, turning to face you.

You explained what happened, and for a split second, his eyes widened before returning to normal (he hadn’t heard anything because he was "cooking" all day). He chuckled.

"Don’t worry. It was bound to happen anyway," he said, kissing the top of your head. "Now now, I can finally show everyone how good a wife you are."

God, he loved you so much.

@virelia

[thebluester2020]

[GI] Kinktober Day 10: "Exhibitionism"

Summary: After your stunt with Tartaglia, you are forced to deal with the repercussions of Capitano's not-so-well-hidden jealousy.

Warning(s): Reader is fucked in front of an audience, Dub-Con, Degradation, (Probably a whole slew of other warnings that I can’t think of rn).

Side Note(s): Okay so—I switched it up last minute to exhibitionism because I realized that I get confused easily between that and voyeurism (+ I have more of a love for exhibitionism anyway).

Also, this is kinda an unofficial pt. 2 to the "Sharing" fic I posted? I mostly kept to the same "storyline"(?) because it was easier on the brain for me.

Your relationship with Capitano has been in a...weird spot, to the least, ever since that day between yourself, Tartaglia, and Capitano.

At the end of it all, the men didn't even get what they had originally wanted. You were far too fucked-dumb to even decipher who was who, much less come up with enough letters capable of yelling out a name. But, for the sake of being tired himself, Tartaglia had admitted "defeat" and carried on his merry way! Eventually, he left Capitano's war band and continued on his own personal mission, leaving you behind and working for Capitano permanently like you were originally supposed to.

But it's been awkward.

Capitano was curt with you, only speaking to you when he needed to. If you were caught taking a moment to relax, you began to pray that Capitano wouldn't happen upon you, he'd only immediately order you to get back to work!

No longer did he greet you warmly and no longer did he seem to care about your well-being. When the entire war party moved, he no longer expected you to be by his side, nor did he constantly check to see if you were! You could've been at the very back of the party and he wouldn't have given a single damn.

You had a mind to call your boss out on his behavior, pull him aside, and ask what the issue was and...whether or not there was still something between you both.

Although, you already had a mind to think that any feelings that may have started to blossom had long since been crushed underneath heel and foot.

Until today that is, when you were in your tent and finishing up some reports.

. . .

You quickly rose to your feet when Capitano suddenly entered your tent, bowing your head as you murmured a respectful 'Lord Capitano' in greeting.

He responded with a gruff noise of acknowledgment. "There will be a feast held tonight," Capitano said.

Your brow cocked, a feast? You hadn't heard anything relating to a feast at all. "Our efforts and missions have been going smoothly, I figured it's overdue to reward everyone in this camp. Even you." You bit the inside of your cheek at the cold way he addressed you. Had you known that accepting Tartaglia's offer—that rogue ginger-headed charmer—would lead to such an awkward tension between you and Capitano, you would've never allowed Tartaglia to trick you!

"...That's...that's kind of you." You said before sighing.

He nodded his head before turning to leave, prompting you to quickly stop him. "M-My Lord," You started off. "About that day...are you still—"

"I'll be taking my leave,"

"Lord Capitano!" You said more firmly this time, walking around your desk and beginning to close the distance between the two of you. "You can't continue to avoid me, n-not to mention treat me as I—" You stopped in your tracks when the first harbinger turned his head to look at you. And although you couldn't see his eyes, nor his expression behind that dark mask...the danger that oozed off of him. It made you audibly gulp as you took a few steps back.

You bowed your head in silent apology. "...You will come to my tent before the feast officially begins." Then, he walked out. A cold bead of sweat dripped down your neck at the vague order. Either it would be nothing aside from more work, Capitano deciding to kill you, or...hopefully, he'd finally get over his attitude and talk to you.

You couldn't stand how things were at the moment.

So, when the time finally arrived and the feast was ten minutes away from the beginning. You found yourself in Capitano's tent, your hands resting neatly in front of you as you stood at the entrance of his lavish tent. "My Lord, the feast will begin soon." You gently reminded him. "Shall I alert the soldiers of anything before it begins?" You continued.

You didn't receive a response until Capitano emerged from the covered part of his tent, adorned in the usual attire he wore when he appeared during important Fatui functions or battles. "No," He answered. "Simply follow me." Your brow rose as he walked past you, but nonetheless, you dutifully followed after him outside and back into the steadily warming air thanks to the bonfire that had just been set up.

As the soldiers began to gather, however, Capitano clearing his throat before he broke out into an, admittedly, very admirable speech as he thanked and showed gratitude towards his soldiers. Certain things started to stand out to you as your eyes washed over the crowd. Such as...the doctors and nurses of the camp weren't present, surely they deserved some praise and appreciation too? Too many times have soldiers or even your boss himself had come into the camp injured from head to toe! They'd quickly patch them up and almost seem to perform magic, you've heard soldiers state that one doctor in particular was good at numbing the pain!

There were none of the cooks, blacksmiths or even the younger soldiers that were fresh into the party, tasked to simply stand aside and watch.

All this boiled down to this "feast" being composed of nothing more than the more experienced soldiers, simply leaving you with a number ranging around the hundreds.

As pieces started to merge together although...a heavy hand placed itself on your shoulder, and then, you tuned back into the conversation. "...You will all bear witness as to my secretary learning who she truly belongs to, hopefully with an audience, she will learn not to be so easy for others."

What had just happened?

. . .

"Apologize." Capitano gruffly ordered you as the loud sound of your squelching cunt echoed through the camp. Not even the whistling winds could muffle your desperate panting as Capitano fingered your soaked cunt, taking special care to not knick you with his claws. "Apologize for being such a desperate whore..." He hissed out, loud enough for everyone to hear. "...for being so easy to fuck, not even having the courtesy to quiet yourself down despite being in a camp full of my soldiers."

Your cheeks burned with shame as you could feel hundreds of eyes on you. You didn't know whether you wanted the soldiers to be disgusted at the sight and turn away or if...you preferred this in a sick way, although there were some women amongst the crowd, the heavy sound of panting amongst the men made you clench around nothing, your slick beginning to drip and run down from your cunt and onto Capitano's lap.

Something that the ever-vigilant Captain didn't miss.

"You shameless whore." He snarled in your ear, your body shuddering at the feeling of his sharp teeth grazing the skin on your ear. "You're getting even wetter at being watched?" The harbinger nearly had a mind to laugh at how your legs twitched, as if you wanted to curl into yourself at his cruel words. He almost allowed himself to feel bad, until he smelled how your arousal grew at his words.

Oh...so you liked this.

Well...that explained everything.

Slowly, he took his fingers away from your cunt, a string of arousal still connecting him to you as he brought them up to his face. "So that's why you fucked my fellow harbinger." He sneered, opening and closing his index and middle finger, playing with your slick.

"H-Huh?" You moaned, both in disappointment and confusion. Despite the cold, your body burned with desire, one that grew more potent by the passing second as you felt Capitano's obvious hard-on behind you. You were grateful for your tears blurring your vision, for as Capitano continued to let you sit in his lap exposed to his soldiers, you at least could fool yourself into thinking that no one was paying attention.

But only for so long.

A scream tore from you as the Captain's fingers returned to your sex, his fingers dipping into your pussy before they had quickly found your g-spot whilst his other hand wrapped around your torso to begin flicking rapidly at your clit. All the air in your lungs were nearly knocked out of you at the rate of how quickly you were approaching your climax, your hands fruitlessly clawing at Capitano's forearms as drool started to dribble from the side of your mouth, your eyes starting to roll into the back of your skull.

"C-Captain..." You moaned. "O-Oh Archons...!" You keened.

He didn't relent. "Take it," He ordered as if he were ordering a soldier. "Considering you've taken me and Tartaglia at the same time...you should be used to the pleasure." He chuckled gruffly.

He tightened his hold on you as you squirmed. "Slut," He spat. "Quit squirming."

It was only when Capitano suddenly bit down on your shoulder were you pushed off the edge, your mouth falling open in a silent scream as your body stilled and your vision turned completely white. For a long while, you drifted on that cloud of sheer bliss...until you were brought back down by the feeling of something hard slapping against your cunt, snapping you back to reality before you were face to face with the harbinger's cock.

Starting off at a lighter color at the base before turning into a dark purple towards the middle and upwards at the tip. You shuddered when you remembered that Capitano's cock was inside of you...not even a whole two weeks prior! The ridges along his dick were intimidating, especially with the way it twitched and oozed pre-cum.

You gasped when he parted your cunt wider with his fingers. "If you won't apologize with your mouth..." He started off before he lifted you a little, as easily as he would carry a sack of flour before the tip of his cock pressed against your opening. "...Maybe you'll be more apologetic with your pussy."

. . .

Capitano didn't waste any time to wrap a hand around your mouth, although, the sheer size of his hand nearly engulfed your entire face. As he pressed you impossibly closer to him, he made sure to get really close to your ear as he spoke to you. "Make sure to look my soldiers in the eye as you apologize to me with this cunt of yours." He said before he slowly pushed himself into you.

Immediately, you broke his command, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head. Something that Capitano quickly corrected with his free hand slapping the side of your thigh. "Look at them." He reminded you. As more of his dick sunk into you, your eyes blurry and struggling to focus as you looked at the soldiers before you. You accidentally made eye contact with one of them, all before...your eyes glimpsed at his noticeably hard cock.

In fact, you noticed how all of them were hard.

Your cunt clenched tighter around your boss' dick at that realization. "Fuck—" He whispered. "You must've noticed, hm? How they all yearn to fuck you? My secretary." He continued.

When your pussy twitched at his words, he lightly pinched your side in punishment. "Greedy pussy...still eager to take more cock despite having me inside of you?" A muffled yelp resounded against the harbinger's hand when the rest of the Captain's dick was suddenly pushed into you. More moans followed suit as his fat tip began to poke and prod at your sweet spot, deep inside of you. "Don't worry, I'll curb your greediness soon." He whispered, the sheer possessiveness in his deep voice making goosebumps pop up all over your skin and down your spine.

More than you cared to realize, you loved when your boss was possessive over you. And that love only grew more when he started to move, his balls slapping against your skin as he took up a brutal pace almost immediately. You tried your best to keep your moans quiet when he suddenly released his grip over your mouth for it to take up stationing itself on your waist, aiding in pulling you down faster and harder against his pelvis. But it was so fucking hard to be quiet when he was fucking you like he was afraid of loosing you. As if you'd be gone the second this was all done.

"C-Captain..." You groaned. "F-Feels so good...!" You continued to cry out, blissful tears running down your face as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock. Delicious sparks ran up and down your spine at the feeling of the ridges alongside his cock rubbing against your walls, your arms coming to loop themselves around the back of the Captain's neck as his groans started to become more and more audible.

His cock was touching all the right spots inside of you, making you see stars behind your eyes. "Fuck—" He snarled. "Archons...your cunt is squeezing me so tightly." He groaned, his head coming to bury itself in the crook of your head before he whispered more words you were too cock-drunk to decipher. You whined when he sped up the pace of his thrusts against you, your cock-drunk babbles turning from moaning to pleading for him to go easier on you, much to the harbinger's amusement. "Too much?" He mocked, faking sympathy as he fucked you harder in turn. "That's too bad. You wanted this, so you're going to fucking take it." He growled.

He was suffocating you in the best way possible as each time his cock slid into you, it practically punched the air from your lungs, the scent of sex in the air making it feel like it was hard to breathe. But you loved it. You assume that's why your second orgasm snuck upon you so suddenly, the presence of people watching your boss fuck you silly on his lap...the degrading words he whispered into your ear in combination to the pleasure. It was all making your mind spin. "You're fucking tightening up on me..." Capitano grit his teeth together, his claws beginning to dig into your skin.

"Gonna cum?" He asked before he kissed the side of your neck, lightly nipping it as he felt his orgasm begin to approach as well. "Cum all over my cock then." He cooed, the feeling of his twitching dick battering against your cervix making you let out a few more strangled moans before you froze again him with a loud cry.

"Fuck...fuckfuckfuckfuck." He groaned, fucking you through your orgasm for a few more thrusts until he stilled against your still twitching pussy with a loud hiss of his own. You moaned softly as you struggled to come down from being dicked down, a dopey grin plastering itself onto your face as you looked behind you with both a happy expression and a shy one.

The harbinger, although dazed and hidden behind his mask, smirked confidently, the way he moved to run his fingers through your hair shockingly gentle.

He doubted you would want to go and find someone else to fuck after tonight.

[despressoslatte]

not the zoey you wanted (six)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

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“I… I don’t know,” you breathed out as you looked into his blue eyes, peering into the pleading, the longing, the afraid look in them. “I don’t know.”

He let out a long exhale, not exactly a sigh, but a sound that depicted how much he had deflated.

“What were you two talking about earlier?” you asked before you could really think about the words you were saying.

You didn’t need to say any names for him to know exactly who you were talking about.

Without missing a beat, he said, “How much I love you.” He kept his hands on your cheeks, holding your face to make sure you don’t break eye contact with him.

You’re silent, looking away anyways. He drops his hands. He just lets out an awkward laugh, tilting his head to the side, “Which is a lot, by the way.”

Zach MacLaren is patient, he is kind. He was one of the best boys you’d ever known, funny, sweet, with the type of smile that was contagious and a laugh that you wanted to hear at any moment of any day. And you knew, deep down inside, that the insecurity you let fester and build up inside of you was only making things worse. You knew it was only making that reconciliation harder. 

He grabbed your hands next, holding them in his lap. You looked up at him, finally.

“I love you,” he said with his full chest, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. “And what happened with Zoey hurt you, and I’m so sorry that it happened. I’m hurting, too, you know.”

“I know,” you tilted your head to the side and your bottom lip wobbled. 

That was all it took for Zach to wrap his arms around your shoulders and bring you to his chest, thinking you were about to cry.

You just moved your face so that you could still breathe, letting your cheek press against the fabric of his shirt and grabbing onto the fabric of his black puffy jacket.

“I know it sucks for you the most,” you continued talking, blinking to prevent any tears from falling because you did not want to cry. He rubbed your back, right between your shoulder blades. “I know not talking is only making things worse, but I just don’t know what to say… I’m hurt, you’re hurt. And it’s like I’m stuck here, listening to you say you were falling for her over and over in my mind, unable to just… move past it.”

There’s a long pause, a question forming in Zach’s brain that he didn’t want to ask.

But he asked it anyways.

“Do you think… maybe you won’t get past it?” he wondered, his voice clear but his tone apprehensive. “Is what happened last weekend it for you?”

There’s another long pause. You have no idea what to say to that, a million things running through your mind. Perhaps? Maybe? Right now, it was hard not to feel hurt that he had gone on this ski trip with Zoey and his family, where she apparently fit right in with them—though he says Avery thinks she’d like you better—and he was having a good time getting to know her and falling for her. It was hard not to think about how he probably smiled at her like she was the prettiest girl he had ever seen and how she got to experience something that should be just yours.

And how, if it wasn’t Zoey Miller, maybe he would’ve fallen for someone else down the line anyways. Or, if it was Zoey Miller, maybe fate would’ve put them in the same room at the same time in the future, and they’d end up together.

He untangled himself from you when you fall short of a response, a tightlipped smile on his face.

“Take your time,” he reassured you. “But if, at any moment, you realize that we can’t recover from this… please tell me. If I’ve already lost you, I’d rather know.”

He stared into your eyes, looking as if they were imploring you to tell him he hadn’t lost you. His expression was screaming for the answer, even if his words were depicting a man of patience.

“I’ll tell you… if those thoughts ever cross my mind,” you say back.

And it was that tiniest reassurance that completely walking away from Zach was never an option in your head that made the ends of his lips curl up in just the slightest. The tiniest bit of hope.

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“Zach sure is busy these days, huh?”

You stood by the shoe rack of your apartment, taking your shoes off. You looked up to see Bree typing away on her laptop, sitting at the dining table that had a view of the front door. 

Zach had walked you back to the apartment, insisting on having at least that.

“What do you mean?” you asked, shrugging off your bag and placing it on the couch before pulling out a chair and sitting across from Bree.

She just shrugged, glancing up at you while her head was still tilted towards her laptop, glancing at you from the top of her eyes. “He hasn’t been over in almost two weeks, new record.”

Her voice was nonchalant, but you knew that face. You’d been roommates and best friends long enough to know that face.

“What happened?” she asked, closing her laptop. “And what does it have to do with Zoey Miller?”

“How do you just know these things?” you asked with an amused laugh.

“With the awkward way you two were standing earlier, anyone could know these things. Plus, I’m used to having Mr. Soccer Star raiding our pantry practically everyday, we haven’t had to go grocery shopping yet, it’s noticeable,” your roommate pointed out, before giving you a real sympathetic look. “Seriously though, what’s going on?”

And there came the word vomit. The story about that weekend, waiting for Zach anxiously and thinking he had just ghosted you. Storming over to his parents’ house on that Sunday to get the real answers from him, only to see Zoey Miller, his “girlfriend” there with him and his family. Zach coming over immediately to explain to you that wasn’t what happened. 

You tell her how at first, you felt nothing but sympathy for him to hear that he had got hit by a freaking tree and then catfished, before the insecurity and jealousy arose at the mention of him falling for the catfish. How you can’t help but wonder if he would’ve fallen out of love with you and into love with her if the situation had been different.

“I don’t know if that’s really fair…” Bree spoke after hearing all of the things you had kept bottled up, all of the negative thoughts you were having about Zach. “I mean… you’re just coming up with a script in your head and imagining how it’ll all play out as if it's a done deal, and punishing Zach as if he had really done all of those things.”

“I am not punishing Zach,” you laugh, but it falls short with the seriousness of the conversation.

She just gave you another look, as if silently telling you to just go along with her over exaggerations

“Look, Zoey Miller is a piece of shit, okay?” she said seriously, eliciting a real laugh from you. “And Zach MacLaren loves you. Like, he really loves you. And I know it’s a trust thing, it’s hard to fix a trust thing. He fell for another girl, memories or not, and that hurt you. He got lied to by some random anti-romantic with a weird obsession with his cousin, and that hurt him. But now you two are just hurting each other, and I don’t think that’s fair to either of you.”

You just tapped your nails on the table top as you soaked in the words from the wise.

“What will it take for you to feel reassured that he loves you?” Bree asked.

“I know he loves me, I just can’t help but wonder if he’d love someone else more, or if he’d be capable of falling for someone who isn’t me,” you said back.

“That is the fear of any relationship,” Bree pointed out. “Because life happens to people and people grow together or apart, and that’s always going to be a fear, wondering if you two will last. But what you two need is the trust and belief that it can. So, again, what will it take for you to feel reassured that he loves you?”

You had one idea on the tip of your tongue, and it sounded crazy. You knew it did.

“I think I need him to… give Zoey Miller a chance,” you said slowly, as if not really understanding the words as they came out of your mouth either. “I think I need to know that if he gave it a chance with her as Zoey Miller and not me, would he actually enjoy being with her or not.”

“You’re stupid, no,” Bree shut it down immediately. “If Zach wanted Zoey freaking Miller and not you, he’d be with her right now, and not you. He knows you’re on the fence, and the little cockroach obviously keeps popping up looking for him. If he wanted her, he’d be with her. But he’s not. He’s still trying to be with you. Only you. You, you, you.”

You laugh as Bree aggressively affectionately talks to you, really trying to drill it into your head how Zach MacLaren felt about you. And listening to her speak really did make you feel better.

“Okay,” she clapped her hands together. “The board of directors—that’d be me—has convened this meeting over. I think you have some things to ponder on your own. But that is my two cents on the closest thing I’ll ever get to real life Naley. Don’t sink my ships, man!”

You just laughed at her, and she reached over to give your hand a squeeze reassuringly.

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[badkitty3000]

Kiss Or Kill

Five Hargreeves x Female Reader, One-shot, 8.8k words

Summary: Five is working for the Commission and you two have a long history of competitiveness, rivalry, and pure hatred for one another. When Five finds you are working late in the office the same night that he is, he can't believe his rotten luck. But as we all know, hate is very close to lust.

Warnings: Explicit sex, hate sex, name calling, mention of past trauma (death of family)

A/N: I had a request for some hate sex. A couple years ago I wrote a story with an OC hate sex scene in it. I borrowed my own writing and converted it to this reader insert one-shot of Five and his rival agent at the Commission. So, if it sounds familiar at all, that is probably why. The outcome is much different than the original, though. Enjoy! 😽

Five was tired and hungry and in a bad mood. It was the end of the month and he was stuck working late because he had put off all of his paperwork to the last minute. Even though he had a pretty good deal worked out with the Commission and was granted a lot of leeway, submitting his case files was one thing he was still obligated to do. Each completed assignment had to be typed up in detail and submitted to the Case Review department by the end of each month. If not, then he would be subjected to a performance review in front of a committee, and that was worse than filing paperwork. 

So, there he sat, alone in a room full of rows of desks and typewriters, pecking away at the forms he was required to complete. Most of the building was empty, except for a few janitors and some other procrastinating employees. The overhead lights in the room were off and Five clacked at the typewriter by the light of one desk lamp. He didn’t need to be bothered by anyone walking by and seeing him working. 

As he slipped yet another form into the rollers and lined the paper up, he heard clicking footsteps on the tile in the hallway. It was obviously a woman in high heels and it sounded like she was on a mission, walking fast and with determination. Five kept his head down and hoped she would walk on past. Of course, he wouldn’t get that lucky.

Glancing up for just a moment, he knew immediately who it was. Just the sight of your silhouette against the hallway lights instantly enraged him. Five was in no mood to deal with your bullshit and the muscles in his jaw tightened as he looked back down, determined to ignore you.  Fucking hell…can’t I catch a break? He heard your derisive snort and then the sound of your clicking heels became louder as you approached.

“My apologies, I had no idea someone was in here. However, I believe the day care center is on the first floor?” 

Five looked up, his eyes narrowing as he took in your sneering smile. You loved to tease him about his “younger”, twenty year-old body. It really pissed him off, which of course, is why you did it. “Don’t you have some rock you need to slither back under?” he ground out.

You gave a fake laugh and rested your hand on Five’s desk, leaning your body on it. “Don’t you know it’s not nice to speak to grown-ups that way?”

Five could feel his face getting hotter and he returned his attention to his work. “What do you want?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not here for you. I needed to catch up on some reports. What are you doing here?”

Still not looking up, Five continued his typing. “The same. Obviously.”

You sighed and looked around at the spacious room filled with desks and typewriters. “Great. Well, then, you don’t mind if I sit over there?”

Five shrugged. “I mind a great deal. But you’re going to do what you want anyway.”

With a small smirk, you walked towards the back of the room and sat at a desk several rows away. Five didn’t look, but he could hear you rolling your own paper into the typewriter, your nails clicking on the keys as you typed. 

Five inhaled deeply and tried to concentrate. All he had wanted was to get all of his paperwork done and get the hell out of there and go home. Or to the bar, depending on the time. But now that you were here, in the same room, using up his precious oxygen, his internal rage was giving him writer’s block. He had stopped typing and realized he was staring at the blank line in front of him. 

NAME OF INTENDED MARK: __________________________

What was that guy’s name again? That was weeks ago and now he couldn’t remember. You coughed in the background and his fingers flexed with annoyance. 

METHOD OF ELIMINATION: ____________________________

Your chair squeaked on the floor and Five heard you mutter something under your breath before rolling in another piece of paper. He exhaled heavily through his nose, his mouth set in a straight line. What had he used again? Pistol? Rifle? Letter opener? 

PLEASE LIST ALL COLLATERAL DAMAGE: ______________________

As Five tried to remember any accidental damage he may have caused, he heard paper crumple loudly across the room and drop into the wastebasket. Then there was another cough, followed by a foot tapping on the floor.

Five slammed his hands on the keyboard in front of him and turned around, the veins in his neck straining.

“CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!”

Your head snapped up and you glared at Five. “Excuse me?”

Five lowered his voice, but not his anger as he seethed through gritted teeth. “I said…can you…shut…the fuck up?”

Lips pursed together and drawing crookedly up your face, you tapped your foot on the floor, loudly. Then you scraped your chair legs on the tile, all while making direct eye contact with Five.

Five stood up, knocking his own chair backwards so that it fell on the floor with a bang.

“Why do you insist on making my life a living hell around here? Other than the fact that you probably get off on it?”

You leaned back and crossed your legs, your pencil skirt slipping higher up your bare thighs. Your arm draped lazily over the back of the chair as you eyed Five up and down slowly, your eyes pausing briefly just below his torso. A small smile crept onto your face as you ignored his question.  

“I have to admit, you’re looking pretty good these days, Five. Although I do miss the mustache. Maybe when your big boy hair comes in, you can grow it back.”

Five picked up his fallen chair and angrily ran his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck. 

“Hilarious. Can you just be quiet so I can work and get the fuck out of here? Do you think that’s possible?”

“Anything for you.”

Five made no response as he sat forcefully back in his chair, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt, and adjusting the paper in the rollers again. He closed his eyes in frustration. It pissed him off that you pissed him off so much. He should just be able to ignore you. That’s what he did to everyone else. Why were you so special? 

“And that’s not what I get off on.”

Five turned toward you in his chair. “What?”

“You said I get off on making your life a living hell. It’s a definite perk, I’m not going to lie. But that’s not what I get off on.”

Five turned back around. He wasn’t falling for your bullshit. “Good for you.”

“Don’t you want to know what gets me going?”

“Not really, no.”

 “Hmm…ok. Suit yourself.” You said nothing more and Five heard your typing continue.

As he sat staring at the page in front of him, Five thought about his intense dislike for you. It had been years ago that your rivalry started, but even time could not soften your feelings for each other. In fact, the hatred just seemed to grow stronger as the years went on. 

When Five first arrived at the Commission, having been plucked out of the apocalypse, you and he were in the same training classes. Right from the beginning, the two of you were easily singled out as the best in your recruitment class. Five, at the time, was an older man, but his years of survival and his powers, along with a rumor that he had been “altered” in some way, put him head and shoulders above the other men half his age. You hadn’t been exactly a kid either, although you were still much younger than Five. You rose up along with Five to become one of the best, and most ruthless temporal assassins the Commission had.

You were only assigned one job together, and it was a disaster. By the time you were ready to go out into the field, the rivalry between the two of you had been building for months. Always competing for the number one position in everything you did, it soon became known throughout Headquarters that you were out for each other’s blood.

The job you had been sent on together would be the simplest of tasks for either of you today, but at the time you were still new. And even though neither Five nor you had wanted to admit it at the time, you were both nervous. The details of the job have faded over the years, but the ending results remain legendary throughout the company, and each new recruitment class is told a slightly different version of it.

The way Five remembers it was that you were being your usual stuck up self and demanding that you be the one to take out the target, with Five as back up. You wanted that kill logged as yours and yours alone. But Five wasn’t about to just hand something like that over to you, not when he was just as hard-headed and competitive. Not to mention, he was the better marksman. You were good, there was no doubt about that, but Five knew he was better.

Getting the lay of the land, the two of you surveyed the best spots in which to set up and wait. After several minutes of petty arguing and insults, you came to a conclusion. You would make your camp on the low-ground, hidden behind some dense shrubbery and trees. Five would take the high-ground on a small hill nearby. 

“I’ll take the shot from the hill. If something goes wrong, or I miss, neither of which will happen, then and ONLY then, will you finish it. You’re merely back-up. Got it?”

You snarled in his face. “Who the fuck do you think you are? The low-ground should always have the first shot. It only makes sense.”

Five rolled his eyes like he couldn’t believe you were that stupid. “Maybe if you don’t have me as your partner. But you do. So, I’ll take the shot.”

“Jesus, you are the most arrogant bastard I have ever met.” You glared at Five for a minute, then your expression relaxed a little. “Fine. Have it your way. Take the shot from the hill and I’ll stand by. Just don’t fuck it up.”

Five smirked. He loved winning. Especially over you. “Don’t worry. And make sure you wait. It might take a minute to line up the shot, so just give me time.”

You nodded in agreement, although your eyes were still narrowed in anger. Five didn’t care, he was in charge now. He blinked up to the hill and waited. Soon afterward, your mark came into view. It was a perfect shot. You really couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful setup. The man was in full view, alone, unarmed, and unaware of any danger.

Five raised his rifle, pausing while the target came into view in his scope. Finger on the trigger, Five took a short breath in. Then he heard the sharp crack of the gun being fired and the man inside his scope dropped heavily to the ground. Astonished, Five checked his rifle. Had he pulled the trigger and not realized it?

Then he looked down and saw you, lowering your rifle that you had just fired. In a rage, Five blinked down to you, and you turned to him with a gloating smile on your face.

“You fucking bitch!” Five was seething and he was seriously debating whether he should shoot you dead right then and there.

You laughed, right in his face, and shook your head. “God, you’re dumb, Five. You really thought I was just going to give up that shot so easily? Jesus, you really are conceited.”

“That’s not the plan we agreed on! You were supposed to wait for me. When you deviate from the plan, that’s how people end up dead. In this case, it would have been you. What if you missed?”

You smiled, mocking him. “First, I don’t miss. Second, I don’t need to wait for you or anybody else. I can handle myself.”

Five stood there, fists balled up, chest heaving with fuming breaths as he watched you calmly disassemble your rifle and pack it away. You still had the remains of that self-satisfied smirk on your face and Five wanted to smack it right off of you.

You peered up at him and frowned. “You going to get your shit together, or what? We haven’t got all day.”

Realizing you were actually right, Five disassembled his own weapon, slamming each piece into the case with unnecessary roughness. You both heard voices heading your way, as others must have heard the rifle shot. You lifted the Commission briefcase, offering it out to Five in a gesture that seemed as if you were doing him a favor by letting him leave with you.

“This is not over,” Five raged as he grabbed the handle along with you.

You looked at him, cocking your head slightly in a pitying manner. “Oh, I think it is.” And then you were gone.

“The Incident” quickly spread throughout the company. With both yours and Five’s reputations of being difficult, the other employees were not surprised. Of course it would be you two that got into it over who was going to take the shot. As if it fucking mattered! The laughing, however, was done only behind your backs. Because even if they thought you and Five were ridiculous, that didn’t mean they weren’t scared shitless of you.

Since then, you two had remained at each other’s throats. Every quarter when the stats reports came out, you would be neck and neck for the top position. More often than not it was Five, but every so often you would sneak in there and knock him out of his spot. You had thought you won the damn lottery when he broke his contract and disappeared all those years ago. For a while, you were the one and only top dog and you ruled the Commission.

When Five came back, looking a lot younger and somehow acting even cockier than before, you marched yourself right into the new director’s office, demanding to know how they could just let Five waltz back in as an agent, after everything that had happened. But it didn’t matter how much you complained, the director wasn’t budging. Five was much too valuable to lose again, and as long as he was racking up kills, he could do whatever he wanted.

As Five slowly typed away, he tried to turn his mind off and focus only on the job in front of him. He could do this, he just had to concentrate. 

“So, Five…did you see the latest quarterly report?”

That was it. He knew he was being baited, but everything about you made his blood boil. He had seen the quarterly report, and so had you, obviously. You had beaten Five out of the top spot by one lousy mark.

Five stood up again, and shoved his hands in his pockets. Then he strode over to your desk, his eyes laser focused on you. You were taken aback at first, but then quickly maintained your cool composure.

“You. Are such a...”  Five didn’t complete his sentence, having decided to bite his tongue in the end.

“What? Come on you can say it. Everyone else does. Bitch?”

Five smiled. “Actually, I was going to say cunt.”

You met his smile as you glared up at him, still seated in your chair, legs crossed over one another. You shifted and crossed them the other way; your tight, black skirt sliding up higher, revealing more bare skin. You were wearing a fitted white blouse that gaped apart at the buttons when you leaned back, giving Five a clear view of the bra underneath. Black lace. Five wasn’t sure how you managed to pull off wearing a black bra under a white shirt, but it definitely worked. He glanced away.

Five might have hated your guts, but he didn’t think you were unattractive. Far from it, actually. You liked to show off your body with tight skirts and shirts that hugged your tits. He certainly didn’t mind the view.

“I’m a cunt because I’m better than you?” you asked.

Five leaned forward. “No. You’re a cunt because you’re a cunt.” That wasn’t a very good comeback, but that was all he had at the moment.

You stood up, relatively the same height as Five with your heels on. You invaded his personal space, stopping inches from his face. He could smell the designer scent coming off your skin, and something else. Something more feral.

Five didn’t back down, just stared back, hands still in his pants pockets. Your eyes flickered down his body, over his tailored suit pants and white dress shirt, the top few buttons undone allowing you a sneak peek at his hard chest underneath. 

“I wasn’t aware Armani made suits for children. How lucky for you!”

Five pressed his lips together and huffed at the ceiling. “Wow, real original. It’s like you only have one joke. Maybe find some new material?”

“How about some small dick jokes? Maybe that will hit closer to home?” You not-so-subtly glanced down at Five’s pants.

He gave a lopsided smile and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning even closer. “Think again, honey.”

Five hadn’t realized it, but during your back and forth banter, he had encroached so close into your space that you had backed up into the desk, half sitting on top, with your hands bracing yourself behind you. You were breathing hard and the muscles in your jaw were visibly tense. Five leaned into you even more and you scooted a little farther onto the desk. The strain on your blouse from leaning back caused a button to come undone and Five could see the lacy top of your bra. Your breasts were pushed out towards him as your chest rose and fell with each angry breath.

“You’re such a miserable bitch.” Five’s voice came out softer than he meant, catching in his throat and making him swallow hard. His own breath was coming much faster now.

“Fuck you, Five.” Your voice was shaking and barely above a whisper.

He was leaning over you, with you almost on your back, your shirt barely hanging on with how tight it was across your chest. Five was standing between your legs, the only thing stopping him from being completely on top of you was the tight pencil skirt that wrapped around your legs. He rested his hands on your lap, just below the hem of your skirt. His fingers slipped just inside and his thumbs pressed into the flesh of your inner thighs.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked, his voice low with one eyebrow raised. “To fuck me.”

For the first time since he’d known you, Five saw you flustered. You blushed and looked away before hesitantly looking him in the eyes again. It seemed to him that you had perhaps played your game a little too well and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to give yourself over like that. 

He noticed your eyes scanning over his body again and he lightly rubbed your leg with his fingers. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. When you opened them again, your gaze was intense. With your lips turned up at the corners in a knowing smile, you nodded slowly as an answer to his question.

That was all the permission Five needed, and he pushed your skirt up your thighs, all the way to your waist, with you helping by pushing up an inch off the desk. Five pulled your legs apart and stepped in, closing the gap between you. He pressed the firm bulge that had formed in his pants against you, pulling you to him by your hips. You didn’t say anything, but you liked watching him work.

Five pulled your blouse open, popping all of the buttons off in one forceful movement and spreading it open, exposing your chest to him. Just as his body had been through hell and back, you wore your own scars over your torso; marking your skin with pink and white slashes. The sight of your lace bra and the barely-there matching panties had Five’s rapid heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Without a word, Five teleported to the door across the room, slamming it shut and locking it. Then he blinked back to where he was standing before.

“Things are going to get a lot louder in here. Wouldn’t want anyone to think you were in trouble.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Please. You think that dick of yours is that impressive that I’m just going to lose my mind?”

Not taking his eyes off your face, Five unbuckled his pants and shoved them down, revealing his full length to you. He watched as you looked down and hungrily licked your lips. Then you looked back to him, your top lip curling up in a sneer.

“I stand corrected. The question is, do you know how to use it?”

Five ripped your lace thong down and off, letting it drop on the floor. Grabbing your hips again, he pulled you into him, his cock pressing up against your warm slit. He could feel how wet you were and it was driving him crazy. Rage and hatred had mixed into pure lust and he couldn’t tell which was which anymore.

He lined himself up and pushed himself inside you in one motion, all the way to the base of his cock, thrusting so hard you were forced up against the typewriter, the hard metal digging into your back. The sensation of Five suddenly inside of you, mixed with the pain of the typewriter cutting into your skin made you suck air through your clenched teeth and your head fell back.

“Fuuuck, you’re tight,” Five growled in between more hard thrusts. “Feels like you need to have the bitch fucked right out of you.”

You let out a low groan. “I hate you so much…fuck!” 

You reached behind you and pushed the offending typewriter off the desk. It landed with a giant crash and ringing noise, followed by a tumbling cup of pencils that clattered and rolled on the floor. If there was anyone roaming the hallways outside, they definitely would have heard that. 

Five continued to pound into you, your legs spread in the air and your back flat on the desk. 

“Oh, shit, keep fucking me like that,” you hissed. “Harder, asshole. And try not to come yet.”

Five let out a raspy laugh. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m not anywhere near being finished. And I can go harder, but you have to ask nicely.”

With that, Five pulled out abruptly, letting your butt fall back onto the desk. You grunted with disappointment and sat up, frowning.

Five couldn’t help but let out a short laugh before he smashed his mouth onto yours, kissing you aggressively. He dropped a hand and ran it between your legs, your pussy still wet and waiting for him. You moaned into his mouth.

When Five felt your hand wrap around his dick as a response, he pulled away from your lips, his head falling back with a low growl in his throat. He continued to rub his hand between your legs, using his fingers to tease lightly. Your hand worked his cock up and down in a steady pace and you rubbed your thumb over the head.

The two of you locked eyes as you breathed raggedly; small moans escaping from you both, and an amused smile playing on your lips. Your eyes closed shut again.

“I don’t know how you’re doing that, but don’t stop,” you whispered, surprising Five with how soft and sincere you sounded.

Sensing he may have the upper hand at the moment, Five took his chance. He stopped his fingering until you opened your eyes again.

“Say please.” He said it as a command, not backing off his eye contact.

Despite having just been melting into his touch, your eyes narrowed again. “God, you’re a cocky bastard, you know that?”

Five ignored the comment. He knew he had you. “Say please and I’ll keep doing it.”

Your hand was still holding his cock, but you had stopped stroking it. It felt like torture to Five, but he wasn’t going to give in until you conceded. He could see the conflict written on your face, deciding how much you wanted him.

With a frustrated groan, you grabbed Five’s hand and thrust it between your legs roughly, rubbing it up and down over your folds. The action made both of you gasp loudly.

“Please Five,” you whined as a faint blush rose to your cheeks.

“Oh, holy shit that was hot,” Five groaned. He continued his fingering, as requested of him, and pushed his hips forward so that his cock moved in your fist. He let out a soft whimper. “Do more of that, too.”

Even though you were completely absorbed in Five’s work on yourself, you glanced at him and raised an eyebrow. “You like that, huh?”

You didn’t wait for an answer, just started pumping him steadily again, at the same time using your other hand to unbutton his shirt.

“You may be a fucking bitch, but you know how to work a dick.” Five was having difficulty concentrating on everything at once. Your wet pussy against his fingers, your hand wrapped around his cock, your tits heaving in front of him behind that lace bra. “Must have had a lot of practice.”

You laughed breathily and you ran your nails down Five’s bare chest. “Jealous, are we?”

Five grunted but didn’t answer, just worked harder with his hand, entering you with two fingers and watching you close your eyes with pleasure.

You started kissing and sucking at Five’s exposed neck and shoulders. He shivered with pleasure every time your lips touched his skin. Then you abruptly sank your teeth into the soft flesh just above his collarbone and bit down.

“Ow! Fuck!” he yelled. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Your mocking laugh turned into a long moan and you closed your eyes. “What’s the…oh fuck yes…the matter? Can’t handle it?”

“I don’t think you realize who you’re dealing with here," Five hissed. 

He raised his hand and smacked your face. Not hard, just enough to startle you, your eyes wide. Your fist was still around his dick. Five panicked for a minute, thinking he went too far, or that you were going to retaliate by ripping his genitals off. But then, in one quick motion, your free hand was flying across his cheek with the same light slap he gave to you. It was difficult to believe he could be more turned on than he had been, but that slap just about pushed him over the edge.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he snarled, a wicked smile on his face.

You tried to make a snarky retort, but before you could, he pulled you roughly off the desk by your hips, scraping your ass on the edge on the way down.

“Jesus…” you exhaled, starting to complain. You weren’t given the opportunity, though, before Five had roughly spun you around, pushing you down onto the desk, your bare ass displayed in front of him.

With you bent over the desk, Five stroked your ass cheeks, listening to you whine with anticipation. He drew back and smacked your ass so hard the sound echoed around the empty room.

You cried out, but it only made you want him more.

He kicked your legs apart with his knee and held you down with his hand on your back. You whined with a mix of pleasure and mild panic. Five had you just where he wanted you. Pinned beneath him and uncertain of what he was going to do to you. He chuckled darkly at the situation.

He ran a hand down your spine. “You are going to scream my name,” he threatened. “That’s a promise.”

You let out a small, dismissive laugh that was abruptly cut off as Five slammed into you again, filling you up with his hard cock, thrusting into you as hard as he could.

“You’re such a bastard… but holy shit… that dick of yours feels amazing!” you confessed, giving Five another boost of ego fuel.

You found the edge of the desk in front of you and clutched onto it, pushing back onto Five as he continued to fuck you hard and fast.

Reaching around, Five started fingering your clit while fucking you from behind, loving the fact that you were finally giving in and moaning loudly and unrestrained. You didn’t have any sarcastic comments to sling at the moment.

As much as Five was internally gloating over his performance, pounding into your tight sleeve was starting to get to him, and he was finding himself having to concentrate more deeply on not coming. He was going to have to up his game one more time to make sure you finished before he did.

“Come on, you uptight bitch… I want to feel you come on my dick.”

Five knew that was harsh, but he was also pretty sure that you liked it. The loud groans and cries you were making were enough to confirm it. Your hips pushed back against him harder and your fingers dug into the edge of the desk as you squeezed your eyes shut. 

“Oh fuck… yes! Harder. I’m almost there.”

Five fucked into you as hard as he could, his hair falling into his eyes and a layer of sweat forming on his forehead. His jaw tightened and he grunted and growled, pumping relentlessly into you. His fingers worked furiously in time with his thrusts.

“Do you still have your microchip?” Five panted.

You knew he was referring to the microchip all of the Commission agents were required to wear. It allowed you to be tracked, but it also served as a sterilization device. The Commission didn’t need their horny agents getting knocked up and needing time off work.

“Of course I do, dickhead. We all do,” you managed to get out.

Five smirked. “Not all of us.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Oh god… don’t stop!”

At last he felt you start to stiffen against him, your moans turning in to a loud, high pitched whine. 

“Say it now,” he demanded.

“Fuck, Fiiive!” you cried out, sounding more painful than anything.

Once he heard that, Five was satisfied and he gave himself over to the urge that had been building intensely in his abdomen. 

“Ah…shiiittt!!” He groaned and gritted his teeth as he spilled his load inside of you. As he finished his climax, he couldn’t help but laugh. He had won. There was no question this time.

Looking down at his enemy turned lover, flattened on the desk, your skirt bunched up around your waist, breathing hard and trying to collect any bit of dignity you may have had left, Five had never felt so smug in his life.

“I knew it,” he breathed. “You just needed a good, raw fucking to shut you up.”

You pushed yourself up as Five pulled out. Pulling your skirt down, you turned around and scowled at him.

“You may know what you’re doing with that shiny new cock of yours, but you are still a sniveling little shit.”

Five shrugged as he pulled up his pants. “Say what you want. I heard all I needed.”

“You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Five tossed his hair out of his face. “An asshole that made you come. Which I’m guessing is just a little better than filling out your reports.” He grinned, then he gave you a wink that made you laugh softly.

“Yeah… you’re right about that I suppose.”

As Five finished dressing himself, he ignored you as you did the same. You avoided eye contact and tried to smooth yourselves over as best as possible. Five checked his watch and realized how late it was.

“Shit. I’m not getting any work done now.”

“Me either,” you said. “Guess it’s performance review time.”

Five let out a short, snorting laugh. “Guess so.”

“Well, fuck them. I give you the highest rating, Hargreeves. Job well done.” You straightened yourself up and held out your hand to Five in a gesture of comradery.

Five accepted your handshake with a grin. “Thanks. You’re pretty damn good yourself, agent.”

You nodded at Five, back to being all business. You buttoned and straightened your blouse, tucking it tightly into your skirt. Smoothing out your hair, you grabbed the papers you were working on.

“Well, good night, dick face,” you said over your shoulder as your heels clicked on the tile in the direction of the door.

Five put his hands in his pockets, a small smile forming on his face as he looked after you. “Good night, cunt.”

Later that quarter, rumors of you and Five flew around Headquarters again. This time they were much more scandalous. One employee swore he had heard the two of you going at it late one night, having stumbled upon the locked room after they heard a typewriter falling to the floor. Another claimed to have witnessed what looked like a bite mark on Five’s neck. But the biggest piece of evidence was the fact that both Five and you were subjected to performance reviews in front of the committee. 

The fact that you both missed the deadline meant something was up. Even the committee members, who legendarily lacked any type of personalities, commented amongst themselves after the reviews.

Despite the undeniable physical attraction between you two, there were no more hook-ups. Five told himself you were just another conquest that didn’t need repeating. In truth, however, he found himself thinking back on that night more often than not. It wasn’t often that someone matched Five’s sexual intensity and gave as good as they got. He found that the memory of you beneath him with your skirt up around your waist, bent over that desk and moaning, crept into his head far more than he would have liked.

You and Five nodded curtly to each other in the hallways, barely making eye contact. If forced into the same room, you would put as much space between you as possible, each of you stealing quick glances while the other wasn’t looking. The dislike was still there, but the bite had been taken out of it. If Five was being honest, he kind of missed that tension-filled, raging hatred you had before. At least then he knew how to react. Hate was an emotion he was used to. This was… something much more complicated.

By the time the next quarterly report came out, you hadn’t spoken to each other in weeks. But when Five saw the name at the top, and it wasn’t his, he knew he was in trouble. He could just imagine the gloating he’d have to endure. He closed his eyes and sighed angrily. How had you beaten him for the second quarter in a row? 

Later that week, Five was again working late and muttering to himself about what a giant waste of time it all was. As he concentrated on his forms, clacking angrily away, he hadn’t heard anyone approaching. Out of nowhere, a piece of paper floated in front of his face, landing perfectly in front of him on the desk. The quarterly report. He didn’t even need to look up to know who was standing over him.

When he did raise his eyes, he saw your gloating smile, your head tilted to the side, one hand on your hip.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Five snarled, not at all in the mood for any of your games.

“Wow, how rude. And here I was just dropping by to have a friendly chat and pass along some inner-company reports.”

Five glowered up at you, his teeth clenched together. Then he smiled the most sarcastic smile he could muster. “What would you like to hear? Congratulations? Because if that’s all it will take to get you out of my sight, then congrat-u-fucking-lations! You win again. Just like our first mission when you couldn’t wait to fuck me over like the self-righteous bitch you are. Couldn’t even wait to let me have one little victory.”

You gave an unconvincing laugh, trying to cover the fact that you were more stunned and hurt than anything. “Such a sore loser. At least that part hasn’t changed. Even if you have… slightly… upgraded in the body department.”

Five leaned back in his chair and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Slightly, huh? That’s not what I recall you thinking when you were getting plowed on that desk over there and moaning my name. Or did I just imagine that?”

Your cheeks flushed pink for just a second before it was gone and that syrupy smile was plastered on your face again. “I’m sure you imagine all sorts of things about me, Five.”

“Are you done? Can I get back to work, now?”

You shrugged. “I thought I’d at least give you the chance to win back some dignity again. You know, in a more physical way?” You leaned over the desk, giving Five a full view beneath your blouse. “Come on… there’s no denying we make a good team. Maybe not out in the field, but the attraction is there. We don’t have to like one another to fuck. What do you say? We can even grab a drink afterwards. My treat.”

Five raised an eyebrow. The thought was tempting. Taking out his annoyance over company paperwork and unfair statistical ratings by angrily fucking his co-worker certainly sounded better than filling out forms for the next few hours. But that would go against every instinct in his body. He didn’t form lasting connections. Especially with someone he worked with. He just wasn’t built for it.

Five forced his own fake smile. “You know I’m going to have to decline that offer.” He shook his head like it pained him to do so. “It’s just… well… you just don’t do it for me.”

You opened your mouth to respond but he cut you off with a raised hand. 

“Now I know I gave you the fuck of your life, and you’ve probably gone and fallen in love with me. But it’s just not going to work out between us. I hope you understand.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stared Five down, his own expression one of smugness and condescension. 

“Fuck you, Five," you snapped, choking a little on the words.

He chuckled. “Begging won’t work, I’m afraid.”

You continued to glare down at him, as if you were trying to decide whether to punch him in the face or scream at him. He wouldn’t have been surprised with either one, honestly. He knew he was being a prick.

Instead, a brief look of hurt crossed over your face before you squared your shoulders and flipped your hair back, your face returning to a stony expression.

“Such a fucking asshole,” you muttered. “You know, maybe if you got your head out of your ass once in a while, you would see the cold, hard truth staring you in the face. That we are the same. Our mission? That one you just can’t seem to get over? That was me doing the same thing you would have done, and you know it! I wasn’t trying to screw you over. I just wanted to be the best. Do my job, get the fuck out of there, and don’t stir up any drama. Sound familiar?”

Five said nothing, but you continued. “Then I thought, ‘Hey, since we have so much in common, maybe this guy would be open to just a little more than pure, closed-off hatred. Maybe he’d be interested in knowing me. Just a little’."  You scoffed at your idea. “What a joke.  But don’t worry, I won’t be bothering you again. You fucking blew it.” 

Then you turned and walked out, slamming the door behind you.

Five sank back in his chair and crumpled the report up, dropping it into the wastebasket. He resumed his typing, but after a few seconds, he found he couldn’t concentrate anymore. He didn’t have to be that big of a dick, did he? He didn’t have to outright humiliate you.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “Shit," he murmured out loud. Maybe he should fix this. He could go after you; you were probably still in the building somewhere. He could apologize and tell you the truth. That he actually did want to hook up again. That he respected you as a field agent, even if he thought your methods were stupid. And maybe he wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little better.

But Five didn’t do any of those things. He sat and stared at the desk in front of him, trying to will his body to get up and move. In the end, though, nothing happened. He finished his reports and left. He looked around briefly for you on his way out, but he knew you were long gone. And he certainly didn’t blame you.

It was three days later when Five was passing by a group of agents loitering in the hallway, talking and laughing amongst themselves. He recognized a couple of them, but didn’t know any of their names. Normally he wouldn’t pay any attention to these random conversations, but something about this one caught his attention when he heard your name come up.

“… yeah, got written up. She’s off field duty for three months.”

“I heard six. Maybe even indefinitely.”

“Serves her right, if you ask me.”

“Wow, that’s a bit harsh.”

“What? You know it’s true. She’s always so high and mighty, walking around here like she’s the fucking queen. Acting like she’s better than everyone.”

“Maybe, but you have to admit, she’s earned it. She’s the best agent out there. And after what she already had to deal with before she came here, I don’t really blame her.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot about that. What was it? Her family died in a house fire or something?”

“I think so. Husband and two daughters. All burned up while she was at work. I mean, she was a good FBI agent from what I heard, but she went crazy after that and they had to let her go. Fucking tragic. No wonder she ended up here.”

Five had no idea about your family. He had no idea you had such pain and trauma in your past. Something he could definitely relate to. Five approached the group slowly as he took this all in. They stopped talking as he neared, glancing nervously around at one another.

“Why did she get written up?” he asked the agent that had started telling the story.

“Oh… uh, you didn’t hear?”

Five took a deep breath. “Obviously not, or I wouldn’t be asking you.”

“Right. Well, I guess she got caught drunk on the job.”

Someone else in the group piped up. “Not just drunk… wasted.  Started waving her gun around, ranting about all of her shit luck in life and how nothing was fair. Her partner said she was a total mess. Crying and screaming one second and then laughing the next. He had to wrestle her weapon away from her before something bad happened.”

“The only reason they aren’t firing her outright is because of her status here,” one of them said. “Anyone else, and they’d be out on their ass.”

“Which is total bullshit,” the first one said with disdain. “She should get kicked out of here, she’s such a cocky bitch.”

Five looked fiercely at the agent. “She is a better field agent than any of you shitheads combined. How do you think she has lasted so long here?” He scoffed at their stupid faces. “How long have you been here? A year? Two? This place will chew you up and spit you out. Only the strongest survive here, and she is one of the toughest we have. So, why don’t you show her some respect?”

The group exchanged glances, a few of them trying to hide nervous smiles, others looking down at their shoes. 

“We figured you of all people would be glad. You’re on top again.”

Five didn’t respond. There was nothing to say. He walked away, head down, fists clenched at his side. Behind him, he could hear the others start to whisper again.

“He’s just mad cause he won’t have his fuck buddy in his department anymore.”

There was a giggle.

“Dude, shut up! You do know he could snap your neck like a twig, right?” 

Five found himself walking to your office. He didn’t even if know if you’d be there. And he didn’t know what he was going to say if you were. But he had to find you.

When he arrived, the door was open. You were inside, packing up a box with some items from your desk. You looked tired. Five rapped a knuckle on the door.

“Can I come in?” he asked.

You raised your head, but when you saw who it was, you scowled. “Fuck off.”

Five tried again. “Please?”

You laughed derisively. “Why? So you can gloat?”

He shook his head. “No.”

Your face softened for a bit, but then you went back to loading picture frames and notepads into your cardboard box. “Whatever. Come in if you want. It’s not even my office anymore.”

Five stepped inside, his hands in his pockets as he approached you. “I heard what happened,” he said.

You snorted, not looking up. “Yeah, you and everyone else in the building.”

“Why…”

“Why?” you asked, snapping your head up. “I don’t know, Five… maybe because I’m a miserable bitch like everyone around here thinks I am. Maybe because I just don’t give a shit anymore. Maybe I’m just tired of… “you trailed off and looked away.

“Tired of what?”

You took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “I don’t know… life.”

“So you were going to kill yourself?” Five asked, surprised.

You shook your head. “No, I wasn’t going to kill myself. I just wanted to forget for a while. It just got out of hand. I’ve always been a lousy drunk.”

Five was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, looking at the floor with your hands on your hips. You raised your head and gave a short laugh. “Never thought I’d hear Five Hargreeves apologizing to me for anything. But this has nothing to do with you, Five. So, you can just fuck off like I told you. Go back to being number one.”

When he didn’t say anything, you started your packing again, intentionally avoiding his eyes. Five watched as you slammed your belongings into the box and he heard the crack of glass. It looked like you were on the verge of tears, but he knew you weren’t going to let him see you cry. As you turned away from him, he caught your wrist, forcing you to turn back and look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice soft and sincere as he looked into your eyes.

“Tell you what?” you said with a shaky voice.

“About your family.”

You swallowed hard and your eyes filled with tears. Five waited until you composed yourself enough to answer.

“Because I didn’t think it would matter to you,” you told him.

Five frowned. He was still holding onto your wrist and he lightly rubbed his thumb over the inside of it. “Of course it matters. If I had known, I—”

“What?” you snapped. “You would have given me a pity fuck the other day?”

“No!”

“Just leave me alone, Five.” You pulled your hand away from him and wiped at your eyes. “Go away.”

“I’m not going to go away,” he said. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You scoffed. “Not in the least.”

Five nodded. “I get that.” He paused. “You were right, you know.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“About us being the same. And you were right when you said I would have done the same thing to be the best. I was just pissed you beat me, that’s all.”

You smiled a little. “Well, glad to know you’re finally realizing it. But it’s too late now. It doesn’t matter. They’re moving me downstairs to Records. I won’t be back up here for a while, if ever. So, enjoy your status. You deserve it.”

“I can come visit you downstairs. There’s no law against that,” Five said with a smirk.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Why would you want to do that?”

Five shrugged. “Because you were right about something else, too. We do make a good team. Off the field, that is. And we don’t have to like one another to fuck.”

“Is that your way of trying to get in my skirt again?” you asked, folding your arms over your chest and tilting your head to the side.

“Maybe,” he said with a grin. “But maybe I also wouldn’t mind getting to know you a little more. You know… have a conversation or two, as horrible as that sounds.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Well, shit, Five. I don’t really even know what to say to that.”

Five smiled broadly and then kicked the door shut behind him and locked it. He eyed you up with a wolfish grin as he closed in on you, backing you up against your desk. “Say you want me to fuck you,” he told you matter-of-factly.

“I’m not going to say I want—” you start, but then he boxed you in with his body between your legs again and he leaned in close with his hands on either side of you, palms flat on the desk. His face was just inches from yours.

He brushed his lips down the side of your neck and you shivered. “Yes, you are,” he told you, his words vibrating over your skin.

You choked down a moan as you realized you were actually going to give in to this asshole. Because you wanted him. Maybe more than you had realized. And you really wanted to feel good right now.

“Ok, Hargreeves,” you said with a slanted smile. “I want you to fuck me.”

He grabbed your hips and pulled you roughly towards him, your skirt riding up your legs. Five tangled his hand in your hair, breathing hard through his nose and looking like he might want to kill you. Instead, he kissed you. Hard. Five slipped his tongue inside, just enough to deepen the kiss. You rested your hands on his shoulders. When he pulled back, he kept his hand on the back of your neck.

“I want you to know,” he breathed out. “This is not a pity fuck. Ok?”

Five wanted to make sure you knew his intentions and from the look on your face, you understood. You smiled at him, inching forward on the desk. Five leaned into you so you could feel how hard he already was. You bit at your bottom lip.

“This doesn’t change the fact that I don’t really like you,” you told him as you let him reach under your skirt and pull you underwear off, at the same time that you were trying to wrestle with his belt buckle.

“Oh, I still hate you,” he answered with a smirk. “Don’t worry.”

You pushed the cardboard box with all of your belongings onto the floor with a loud crash, making more room for you to lie on your back while he pushed your legs apart.

“That’s good,” you breathed out in a long sigh. “I don’t need you getting any romantic ideas or anything.”

Five dropped to his knees and you gasped when he threw your legs over his shoulders. The heat from his mouth was dangerously close to your pussy as he ran his lips along your inner thigh.

“If you keep talking like that, you’re going to get another slap across the face. Now shut the fuck up so I can eat you out.”

You let out a frustrated growling noise that quickly turned into a whimper when you felt his tongue drag across your wet slit. “God, you are such an asshole,” you hissed out, gripping the sides of the desk as your back arched.

“Maybe…” he answered in between hungry licks. “And you’re still a bitch.” His tongue plunged inside of you and you both let out long moans. He removed his mouth for just a second to add, “A delicious delicious bitch.”

Five continued eating you out and you shut up like he told you. Soon, he had you writhing against his face, your legs shaking on his shoulders. After, when you were panting and attempting to get a hold of yourself, he finished by sucking a large red welt onto the inside of one of your thighs. It hurt and you jolted with a small cry.

“What the fuck, Five?” you scolded as you sat up and he let go of your legs.

Five stood, wiping at his mouth with a smirk. “Pay back for the nice little bite mark you gave me before. At least with this one, no one else will see.”

You raised one eyebrow. “What makes you think no one else is going to see?”

Five laughed, but it was a low, menacing laugh that had you leaning back as he stepped forward. You swallowed hard as he got in your space again. He maintained eye contact with you as he unzipped his fly and took out his hard cock. He grabbed you by the back of your head, his hand fisting your hair tightly.

“Because I’m about to fuck you so good you’re not going to remember anyone’s name but mine.”

“Shit,” you breathed out as another rush of moisture formed between your legs.

In an instant, you were being slammed against one of the walls of the office as Five blinked you there without warning. You grabbed onto his shoulders as he lifted you up, holding you under your thighs. With you pressed against the wall, he used one hand to help position himself at your entrance. Five couldn’t stand another second of not having your warm, tight walls sheathed around his dick. He didn’t wait for your consent, or ask what you wanted. He slammed his entire length into you with one powerful thrust.

There was no need for anymore words as he fucked into you hard and fast, both of you moaning loudly. Five’s jaw was set in concentration as he rested his forehead against yours.

“God, I really love fucking you,” he told you breathlessly, right before his mouth was on yours.

He kissed you hard and sloppily while he drilled into you over and over again. It was rough and intense, but you loved every second of it. When he made you come again, you cried out his name just like you knew he wanted from you, and he smiled as he gave one last thrust of his hips, stilling against you. He came inside you, filling you up with his warm cum and letting out a long, shaky groan as his eyes closed and his lips parted.

Five let you down gently, making sure you were able to support yourself on trembling legs as you leaned heavily against the wall. He braced himself with a hand on the wall over your head, still out of breath. When your eyes met, you both chuckled.

After a few seconds, you pulled your skirt down and he pulled up his pants. As he tucked in his shirt and did up his fly and belt again, you walked back over to the desk to retrieve your panties. Five followed you, waiting until you had them back on. You faced him, noticing some hair out of place and you reached out to fix it. To your surprise, he didn’t flinch at your touch or make some rude comment.

“So…" you said, suddenly feeling very awkward. “Now what?”

“Honestly?” Five said. “I have no clue.”

You both laughed and then after a moment you turned around to pick up the box of your stuff that you had pushed onto the floor.

“Well, I guess I’ll see around?” you told him with a shrug.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“Well, I seem to remember you offering to buy me a drink? Is that still on the table?”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you thought about it. Then you smiled and set the box on the desk. “Yeah, sure, why not.”

“Great. I’ll be ordering the most expensive whiskey on the menu.”

You laughed and shook your head as he motioned for you to go ahead of you. He held the door open for you.

“Of course you will,” you said with a smile. “Because you’re a massive asshole.”

Five just grinned and walked out behind you, his hand placed protectively on the small of your back. “Maybe. But I'm beginning to think you like it."

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[etheries1015]

How TWST characters react to finding out your real name

They hadn't realized you were using a fake name or a nickname, and when they find out you hadn't told them your real name, they each reacted in their own way.

Featuring : Idia, Lilia, Crowley, Ace/deuce/grim (together) , Azul/jade/Floyd (together), Malleus, Epel, Rook, Vil, Kalim, Jamil

Idia - Fair. Its like using a fake in game name only in real life, who needs to know your real name? It's not that important, it doesn't change that you're still you. But he is glad that you trusted him with your real name, but now he's a little possessive, and doesn't like it when other people use your real name. Its HIS privilege to know the you behind the character! (He wants his y/n moment and he gets some sort of fulfillment knowing he was the first to learn your true name. Like he's in some sort of otome game)

Lilia- he raises an eyebrow and has an amused smile on his face. He wasn't expecting you to feel the need to hide your identity, were you some sort of refugee? Hiding from something? You then explain to him you simply didnt feel comfortable sharing your real name with a bunch of strangers since coming to twisted wonderland, and he was easily able to accept that answer. He calls you by whatever name you prefer, it makes no difference to him, and he quickly gets over it. (If he wants to get your attention and tease you, he will use your real name)

Malleus- A little bit...hurt, in a way? You couldn't trust him with your real name? He knew others thought he was scary and didnt trust him for his lineage, however he had to remind himself that you were different than them. You were kind and understanding, and he had to push back his childish thinking. He did the same thing in fact, hiding his name from you until learning far after your meeting. Perhaps you had your reasons as well, and he respects that, and warms his heart slightly coming to terms that you had entrusted him with that information. He uses whatever name you feel the most at ease of hearing, but there will be times in which you two are alone and he gets in his feelings. Hearing your name sound so sincere and loving coming from his lips makes it sound sweeter than you remember.

Azul + the Leech brothers- Shocked. Flabbergasted. You did it in such a cool way too, you signed his contract using a name he wasn't familiar with. "You are aware that using a fake name won't do you any good, Right?" He had pointed out. You gave him a smirk and crossed your arms, "Who says its fake? In fact, the name I signed is indeed my REAL name. I thought I might as well use my real name, to show how confident I am that your little tricks will not fool me." Jade simply smiled and nodded in approval, whilst Floyd began laughing hysterically at Azuls reaction (his mouth hung open. He just convinced himself you had an inflated ego.) Needless to say, they will not forget that moment in a while.

Crowley- Blames you and says "Well of course I couldn't find your records anywhere or continue with my investigation on your case, you didnt even give me an accurate name to go by!" (In reality he wasn't doing anything to help you, he just thought this gave him an out and more time to think of something. You knew this.) The gaslighting king, and good at making you feel bad for not enrolling into the school by providing your full real name. You rolled your eyes and kept doing what you were doing (slay)

Kalim- he gets super excited, and fully respects you by any name you go by. He showers you in compliments and says its such a nice and fitting name for a person such as yourself. He smiles brightly and locks arms with you; "(fake name) or (real name), they both suit you well! You're still the prefect I love, regardless of what name you use!" .... But then he starts to ask you why, and it turns into an hour long conversation about names. (Probably tries to suggest names that would suit you)

Jamil- A little surprised at first, however he never made a big deal out of it and didnt care much. He shrugged and continued using the name you had given him, its what you chose to go by, is it not? So he will continue to do so. (Inwardly he understands why you hid your true identity, but also thinks its silly in a way. Why would you go so long without sharing something as small as a name? But it was a one time thought, and never dwelled on those questions.)

Vil- Also doesn't make a big deal out of it. Your name suits you well, he will ask what you prefer to go by, however. If you aren't comfortable using your real name, who is he to judge? He asks you once about why you chose to use a fake name, and he respected it. "Or I can just call you prefect, if you prefer? Your title precedes your name, and it's a form of respect. How does that sound?" You chuckle and say that you trust him enough to be on a first name base, and he responds with a slight blush. You really know how to see past his professionalism.

Rook- Add it to his list of things he knows about people and probably knows too much about people. He stores it in his mind along side with your weight, your height, your frequented places in the school, your gym scores, the height you can jump, how fast you finish your lunch, how big your hand is, your shoe size, how many hairs are on your head... "magnifique! I just love learning new things about you, it never ceases to amaze the mysteries you hold! Please, tell me more!"

Epel- A little bit disappointed you hadn't told him sooner. He gets over it quickly, but he was still a little upset to hear that he was one of the last people to find out what your real name is! Not that it truly matters, but a persons name is a persons treasure, and he wanted a part of the great reveal! (It wasn't THAT great. It came up casually, he's just a little sentimental and dramatic sometimes.) He ends up carving your name out of an apple, he says he made it cause' he was bored and no other reason, but in reality he really likes your name more than he leads on.

Ace/deuce/Grim- What do you MEAN that the past year they have been calling you by a FAKE/NICKNAME This entire time?? Do you have that little faith in them???? When you explained to them you had simply rolled with it when you first arrived to twisted wonderland and became accustomed to it, the name flowed off your tongue as natural as breathing. It had nothing to do with trust as time went on. They were all so dramatic about it though. "Our Prefect LIED to us!" They cried out, prostrating themselves on the floor and demanding you buy them food in to compensate 'the emotional damages' they claimed you inflicted upon them. You rolled your eyes and laughed playfully as the three of them whined about your "distrust" in them.

You loved them nonetheless, those morons 💜

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[izsheum]

Hello!!!

Can i listen to you yap about rodimus and swerve for hours please 🥺🥺🥺🥺

WHEN I TOLD YOU I JUMPED FOR JOY!!!

ugh these guys have been in my brain for a bit now…i swear

“it’d be cool if i took my favs and made them kiss haha that’d be so silly” and then Boom. I kept thinking.

have some art of them i am in the trenches methinks

when i tell you they are PEAK yapper + louder yapper…

like i genuinely believe that’s how it can start. two losers who love to hear themselves talk? it should be a recipe for disaster.

However.

it’s not like swerve doesn’t know when it’s not his turn to talk. he’s got a big mouth, and criminal levels of audacity, but he has manners. and that means that whenever rodimus goes on and on about whatever bullshit he had to deal with during the day, he listens.

and, good lord, rodimus can definitely talk.

he does so with swerve probably after having a few because i mean…that’s how this starts, surely. a bottle of top-shelf and a purely functional arrangement.

(hundreds of words of sleep-deprivation-induced writing under the cut. i am so sorry. completely sfw btw just barely on the edge of suggestive.)

predictably, swerve’s constant chatter is bearable after rodimus gets in a few drinks. and in the beginning of Whatever The Hell They Got Going On starts with the two of them building a routine.

swerve supplies the shots of liquid stress relief and a listening ear (audio processor? cybertronian anatomy is lost on me), and rodimus provides what can only be described as a semi-coherent stream of complaints and whines about his day. and he has a lot to gripe about—he’s suffering from an acute case of ‘doomed by the narrative’, primus help him.

and swerve, for the most part, is quite a good active listener. not that rodimus would ever admit that out loud (for now) because swerve wouldn’t be able to keep that kinda praise to himself. i mean, the guy raved for months after getting his own rodimus star…yeah, no, not happening. rodimus’ appreciation will remain unspoken, thank you very much.

he gets his sentiment of ‘thank you for listening to my bullshit, you’re such a good friend’ out there by continuing to show up. same time, every day, like clockwork. he’s there in the bar, long laundry list of things he’s going to cry like a baby about, and swerve is at the ready with the fainting couch. their little ‘whine and cheese hour’ (as swerve calls it. rodimus will adamantly deny that he likes the name. it’s not clever. it’s not! it’s apparently a human thing, anyways. little thief.) is probably the only thing he’s ever on-time for at this rate.

having someone listen politely to your woes is. nice! having someone gently try and guide you into solutions to said problems is…manageable, i suppose.

having someone who gasps dramatically and exclaims “i can’t believe you had to deal with that—you’re so much stronger than me for putting up with such scrap” is euphoric.

because since getting the weight of the universe thrust on his shoulders again and again. since he had it ground into him every single day that he needs to be this mature, wise, thoughtful leader who doesn’t react to problems with complaints, but rather calm understanding followed by benevolent resolution…rodimus has completely, truly missed just being able to talk shit.

and, oh, does swerve just love that song and dance.

this isn’t therapy, and neither of them are going to pretend it is, though the constant flow of drinks does manage to feel like something akin to self-medication after a while. their lives are messy, god damn it, and they’re going to cope with it messily!

and cope they do. and they talk. a lot. and—for some reason—it helps. turns out, when you get to vent all your frustrations towards someone who knows how to match your energy exactly, you feel seen. not as this esteemed figure who needs to watch what he says and make sure he keeps up the display of picture-perfect-motivational-cat-poster-leader twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five…but as just. a guy. a guy with a lot on his shoulders and a lot more on his mind. turns out, talking with swerve ends up helping rodimus feel normal.

go figure.

and somewhere between the start of their little unofficial gossip sessions and the end of another bottle of the good engex, something bubbles up that wasn’t there before. and it isn’t the carbonation in the cocktail.

feelings. affectionate ones. rodimus goes to recharge afterwards all giddy, like some newly forged spark still buzzing with boundless energy, and honestly? he feels like he might be going crazy. might need some actual fucking therapy, because ho-ly shit he is not about to entertain this. not at all.

because, let’s be real here, it’s swerve we’re talking about. swerve. s-w-e-r-v-e. the ‘shut your damn mouth’ guy? he used to annoy the living hell out of rodimus when he first came aboard, and nowadays rodimus finds himself excited at the thought of going to talk to him again.

war changes people…and, okay, the war is. over, technically. but still. maybe he hit his head a little too hard during a mission. yeah! yeah, that’s it. little concussion knocked a couple things loose in his processor. that’s why he’s suddenly wanting to share more than just his woes with the little ‘bot. that’s why he starts asking swerve about himself, why he starts listening back. chimes in every so often with “huh, i never knew that” or “you should show that to me some time” when swerve goes on his little tirades about foreign media.

why rodimus can’t help but wonder how that big mouth would feel against—

phew! yeah, definitely brain damage. because the alternative is that rodimus has started feeling terrible, awful, affectionate things for swerve. and that just won’t do. nope!

but ohhhhhh god, does that do nothing to stop his imagination. because really. how would swerve fare if he used that mouth for something else—

thankfully for rodimus, swerve is an avid fan of imagining things that he can never have. dreaming like the hopeless mech he is about a future that only someone as deeply delusional and para-social as himself could think up.

in his swerve-y fantasy, the talks start to mean something. rodimus goes from coworker to situational friend to…something. something that he can’t place his finger on. but it’s something that he doesn’t believe he can have. because while rodimus laughs at his jokes…he’s also laughing drunk. and swerve is desperate to let people close, sure. he likes people, he wants friends, he loves connection. but he’s not stupid. a bit air-headed? sure. but not dumb. not by a long shot. he has a mental list of things that he can try to have (friendship, a successful business, endless adventures with said friends that he plans to get more of, he swears), and things that are off-limits.

you can guess which box rodimus starts to fall into.

doesn’t mean he can’t…y’know. think about him. a lot. find excuses to comm him about this or that, subtly hint that he misses him…uh, he meant their talks! offer him free drinks just to see the way his face lights up. deny the suspicion of special treatment by reminding rodimus that he’s the captain! c’mon! of course he deserves a little leeway!

and ignore the fact that the reassurance is more for himself.

swerve is so good at believing that this something he imagines with rodimus is so, so far out of reach that he thinks it’s a joke when rodimus propositions him for the first time.

and, c’mon, he’s gotta be having auditory hallucinations. because there’s no fucking way in the world—in the galaxy, or in the whole universes that he’s visited, for that matter—that (co-) captain fucking rodimus prime-not-prime-status-still-pending-thanks-a-lot-matrix-of-lameship asked to borrow him for the evening. he nearly drops the glass in his hand.

because that’s the only way rodimus can bring himself to phrase it when he finally fucking gets through all five-billion stages of grief over this stupid crush. god. he was so pathetic. the worst part was that he didn’t even care anymore.

“yo! are you working tonight? can i borrow you for the rest of it? we can watch that movie you were talking about earlier this week, or whatever.”

or whatever. rodimus would’ve just tossed himself out the nearest airlock if he wasn’t glued to his recharged slab (not literally, this time) rocking back and forth like an asylum patient. he could hear the cries now—nurse! nurse! he’s out again!

successful attempts at being casual: zero. days since last urge to ram his head into the wall: also zero.

swerve’s response comes in quickly just before rodimus contemplates jumping ship and taking a page outta megatron’s book and starting a new life in another universe. and if rodimus wasn’t busy having a fucking panic attack, he’d’ve noticed the undercurrent of excitement in swerve’s voice when he strains out those six little words.

“sure thing! your place or mine?”

it ends up being at rodimus’. more space meant more wall for the projection of ‘Alien’.

not that they ended up paying much attention to the movie by the time the fledgling xenomorph got loose.

and liiiisten. listen. they didn’t plan on it going that way, alright? major props to ridley scott—the two of them were intensely invested in the film for a good long while. but, as per usual, swerve brought drinks to help ease the tension that threatened to smother them as soon as he entered rodimus’ quarters.

he would’ve pat himself on the back, too, if he wasn’t so consumed by the way the light of the projection reflected off of rodimus’ frame. and rodimus would’ve thanked him (and i mean, like, actually thank him, no reluctance left in him whatsoever) if he wasn’t so focused on the warmth of swerve next to him.

the elephant in the room was slaughtered and left for dead in the same way as the crew of the nostromo as soon as they locked eyes.

and rodimus ended up being right.

swerve’s mouth could do a lot more than just talk.

[yanderelovebites]

Trigger warning: grooming, selfharm, SA, implied underage (17)

Also implied Christian Reader just in case

R-baby neglected batsis plot dump—I honestly just kept typing until I couldn’t think further lol

Yandere brothers, Bruce isn’t Yandere just mentally unstable

I saw someone write about a ‘what if Bruce was groomed and he protects the kids from same groomers’ post and it inspired me for a plot of Neglected Batsis.

Same idea, Bruce is groomed but by an older woman when he was still rather young and she got pregnant with his kid. Never admits it’s his because she was just manipulating Bruce and when it’s obvious she’s his because of her features and such, Bruce is thrown with the child. You’d think the woman would face justice but no, she’s wealthy too so she uses the corrupt justice system to just have to pay out and she isn’t allowed to see her baby.

That’s why batsis is neglected. She came from something so horrific he can’t look at her, he can barely call her his daughter. For him, she’s just a reminder. It leads Alfred to taking care of her and at first… she doesn’t question it because the first few years she’s young. A kid.

Then Dick who is older than her by some years comes in the picture. Freshly lost his parents, she tried to connect to the best of her five year old ability but she’s only five. She doesn’t understand death or loss. She doesn’t even connect herself to her own father. He snaps at her and she doesn’t try again.

The neglect never seems to end even at events. She’s left alone when she’s old enough to go but that brings problems. No one protects her. At some point the people targeting her get bolder. The worst part? Her mother would by this time would no longer be pushed out thanks to the court mandated restraining order expiring and she’s not necessarily targeting her, but is definitely encouraging her friends to.

Batsis would endure this silently until Jason finds out. It would start as him thinking Damian struck her again with his katana and he’d confront Damian about the rules. Damian would obviously deny and say she probably was being clumsy or something. Damian would have been very dismissive at first as he didn’t see his older half sister as important, their father doesn’t even like talking about her. It’s like she’s just a picture he doesn’t want to look at , but feels obligated to keep up. Jason keeps eyes on her and continues his interrogation over to Tim because he has a bad feeling.

Tim would suggest bringing it up to Alfred, getting annoyed with Jason for worrying over someone he sees as a bum, someone he sees as a worthless person in the house. He long tuned anything about her out, he doesn’t know anything about her currently. He doesn’t know her hobbies, her grades, her dreams or goals, hell he doesn’t even know she participates in charity work like volunteering at the local soup kitchens or what she’s doing on these ‘trips’ she goes on every once in a while.

Jason would ignore him and try Dick next, who by his adulthood would have a sense of guilt for his actions when he was younger, but was never able to move himself to apologize to batsis. It’s also very easy to forget her. Dick would say he hasn’t noticed anything new, and after hearing Damian also denied doing anything Dick goes with Jason to ask Alfred about it.

Alfred’s hand would twitch. Much like Bruce was a son to him, he couldn’t help but get a similar attachment to Batsis. Sure, Bruce chose to keep her and provide her what she needs, but Alfred was the one to raise her. In many ways he would never voice, he was more her father than Bruce. When he hears the news, he’s reminded of that time when her mother had ruined Bruce. He would try to approach this to her, but she’d deny deny deny, just like her father did.

He’d later try to discuss it with Bruce who also dismisses it as soon as he mentions her name. He didn’t want to know, he didn’t even get to tell him why he brought her up—no idea it was about her wellbeing. Jason would check in next time he visits and be pissed off hearing she wouldn’t say a damn thing and Bruce was being a bitch, a child about it. Instead of invading her space, as he knew they weren’t close, he started to stalk her outside the house.

Nothing of substance happens, not related to what he saw. Alfred is still worried but without knowledge he can’t tell Alfred what was truly going on. Jason didn’t know what possessed him to care suddenly, maybe just someone outside the family doing this irritated him? Or the fact she was the only person who shouldn’t be hurt like that?

He gets to know her, how she’s very faithful to her faith and goes to church Wednesdays and Sundays without exception. How she’s well liked by the older women in the fellowship and her ‘work’ outside it. He learned that work was volunteering at the soup kitchen but she’s never been announced doing this.

Jason sees she loves medical documentaries, tv shows, and follows social media doctors on her social media, which was private. He couldn’t figure out what could have happened even began wondering if Damian lied until a banquet he also spied in on that everyone else went to, except him because he was ‘dead’.

That’s where the problem was. He saw Bruce keeping an eye on the boys, even though dick was a damn adult and he saw he didn’t even pay attention to what was happening to her. She was surrounded by some men he remembers he was told to stay away from back when he went to these stupid things. There he’d see a woman who only encouraged the men and Jason wanted to throw up.

They were grabbing, groping, just doing things they shouldn’t ever be doing. The woman reminded Jason a bit of batsis, especially the eyes, but she took more of Bruce’s traits. He about had it seeing them try to make her drink something when he called Dick.

Dick would be annoyed at first since he knew Jason wasn’t at the banquet. Then he hears what Jason was saying and Dick looks in the crowd and sees what’s going on. He can tell you’re uncomfortable, trying to find a way out—anything to use as a way out of what was happening. He almost lost his cool too. He would get in between the men and spoke as calmly as he could about them touching his little sister. He pulled her out from there.

While Jason lit the fuse, he was not the first to get obsessed; it’s Dick. Dick was already feeling guilty for his shit attitude towards batsis when they were just little kids, but to find they were getting hurt because none of them paid enough mind? He had taken her to a family bathroom and insisted he check her. He found everything on her body, or at least without getting her naked. He saw the bruises and the cuts. He asked if she drank anything they gave her and she’d tell him about the champagne they forced her to drink. He could see the bruises forming along her chin from that too. She never felt such concern from any of them, she was utterly surprised. He did take camera evidence of the bruises and cuts, just in case it’s needed, he told her.

Next, unsurprisingly is Jason who isn’t afraid to mention he roughed the guys up a week later as it boiled in his mind. Damian is still annoyed by this as well as Tim, they didn’t get it. Alfred had her excused from school for a few days to properly let her heal. Dick came by more often or stayed longer to speak with her. He never did that before yet Jason wasn’t quite where Dick was.

Alfred would eventually be disgusted further as Jason shows a picture of all parties involved, but none of the men made him angry or disgusted as the woman. At first the boys thought it was a woman standing by or even participating, but were sick to the stomach when Alfred explained the woman involved was batsis’s own mother. He tells the boys what she had done to Bruce and it explained so much to Jason and Dick, but obviously it didn’t mean she deserved it. Batsis isn’t her mom, why didn’t Bruce just see someone to get through it? Alfred then said “He still doesn’t know, he won’t let me speak a word about her to him.”

This only further infuriates Jason. This would trigger the more intense feelings he has surrounding this and her. Mind you, Jason himself until that point hadn’t really interacted with her. Jason leaves in a rage? Takes her with him. It does make Tim and Damian upset since usually he wants to be alone, why were they dragging the loser along?

Jason would teach her how to hold and use a pistol. After what happened he’d want her to have some way to defend herself. He wouldn’t really apologize for the past, that’s just not how Jason is. He isn’t like Dick who is a bit more comfortable with that stuff, he’s a bit more stonewall than him. After the pistol lessons he’d drop her off at home after they get ice cream.

For me Tim would eventually crack try to figure out what the living hell could have slipped Jason’s and Dick’s switches on her and first logically updates his knowledge on her. He sees her schoolwork and is actually surprised. He never took her for the academic type and she clearly had a trajectory towards the medical field based on the classes she was taking. Hell, they’re apparently in the same mathematics, which makes sense since she’s older and for his age it’s advanced. What annoys him is she’s better grade wise. Then there’s her personal life, he sees the church activities she’s been a part of, the church related trips turned out to be missions typical of most churches. Helping out communities outside the country and spreading the word as they did so. He sees her charity work at the soup kitchen and all before seeing how accurate he was in thinking she wanted to go to the medical field, everything she liked on social media related to doctors and she loved medical shows—documentaries to just medical drama. He never really thought there may be more to her than what he saw until then. He always called her useless and a bum, but he ends up rethinking that realizing he was mad that she didn’t need to be a vigilante to be under the Wayne’s wings. He was being unfair for no reason other than his own spite.

Then he speaks to Alfred… because maybe he in formed one of them? He was just curious how the other two found out and is utterly winded by the real reason. He remembers the injury that was brought up but hadn’t thought much of it. She had been SA-ed at the banquets? Alfred shows the bruises Dick had found on her through the photos he sent and her cuts. He felt sick, staring at each deep purple and black bruises, some actually in the form of a hand.

He couldn’t see her the same at all after all that. He also wasn’t the best at giving apologies, but not because he couldn’t do, he just failed at sounding completely sincere and not forced. This leads back to Damian still getting annoyed by them and Bruce hears about it, is confused but because it involves her he blanks it out. It actually is quite alarming how he does it and even Tim who tries to say something can’t get him to listen. He mutters about him needing to see a damn therapist. Especially when he remembers what Alfred said about one of the abusers, while not directly, was her own mother. As he saw it they both have trauma from her so you’d think they could bond over it, but with how Bruce has been handling it… in his mind if he was keeping the baby, he should at least have tried. It’s clear he never did.

I feel like Damian would be the last before Bruce to come around. I debated if him or Bruce would, but it would definitely be Damian… it just would take more time. More accurately it would be three months after Tim came around, that he actually finds anything out about her. What happened was an attack downtown and he was involved of course while Batman handled another further up town. They thought it easier and while it was handled, Damian was legitimately hurt. She happened to be working at the soup kitchen that night and found him. Usually she was timid to Damian, but when she saw his arm she hushed him and told him to be quiet while she does some on scene first aid. She made a tourniquet to stop the bleeding and later Red Robin found them. Tim would comment on the scene clearly, but aside from insulting Damian for poor performance to annoy the brat, he would comment her time learning at ‘the’ center since she turned 18 must have helped a lot. She says “This is literally covered in nursing I at school, Tim.” Tim will respond “Hey, don’t smack my compliment like that.”

Damian never had seen her actually talk like that. He had never seen any version of her but the one who hides behind the timid and scared barriers she had put up—especially after he had struck her when he first arrived. Damian is taken home to recover but now he’s annoyed by something else. What else is she hiding? Why did she immediately revert back to that timid posture when they got home?

Dick eventually would ask how Damian’s doing and Damian would snip at him for information. Dick would sigh, trying to think of a way to explain. Sure he’s someone violent and willing to kill… but he’s still a kid. He had to explain things with a certain tone.

He first asked Damian if he remembers the men his father told them to stay away from and would sometimes get inbetween if they approached. When Damian nods, Dick explains he never warned or did the same for Batsis, he thinks he didn’t even notice. At the last banquet that Batsis attended, he caught a chunk of those same men and a horrible woman that Bruce had a bad history with, not explaining it was her mother.

Damian saw the pictures too. Mind you, he isn’t immediately jumping into this either. He at first just understood the basis for the sudden protective nature they had. Someone had hurt a family member, it’s natural to get offensive especially when they’re not one of them. The line started when he asked what got Tim involved to Tim and he said it wasn’t actually the incident but the sudden research. Showed him everything and he was stunned. Sure, she wasn’t impressive by what he grew up knowing, but considering her upbringing she was an incredible person. Over the next two months he slowly warmed up to her, the last two weeks of which were easier once he found out Jason taught her how to shoot guns. She was best with a pistol, but she could shoot.

It’s not like she was his favorite, but he admits he is protective at that point. To the point he found himself going off on Bruce one day when Alfred mentioned she was starting medical school, which he couldn’t even get to that part before Bruce reminded him. Damian thought it was getting ridiculous, didn’t see why no one could even talk about his sister with him. It surprised Bruce to hear it from him, Jason he understood well by then, but from Damian?

She was gone for college one morning and Bruce forced himself to look in her room. He sees a plethora of items from her Bible and Jesus cross statue on her desk, a stack of medical books and he sees an old calendar and looks at the markers. They mentioned things like soup kitchens, church missions, church events, reminders for college. On her desk were also acceptance letters. He looked through the names, but one had labeled her a free ride. Followed was two scholarships from church groups, 500 dollars on one and another 700 dollars on the other. He was surprised, he never knew any of this. Then he thinks to himself ‘I never let anyone tell me.’

He sees pictures, all of them included Alfred. From simple birthday pictures, to prom, to graduation. Some that didn’t have Alfred was her in a group photo with mission kids and some at the soup kitchen, some older lady was affectionately pinching her cheek. In a recent picture, her graduation from high school, Alfred, Dick, and Tim were there and there was a picture of her and Jason at some shooting range.

He looks away only to notice the medical posters, the medical dramas and documentaries stashed on the bookshelves. He couldn’t help but look back at the pictures, specifically the prom photo. He knew it was hard looking at her because she’d look like her mom, or at least he told himself that. Yet he looks into her prom photo, the picture of Alfred, her and a blond haired boy and he couldn’t see a lot of that horrible woman; only the eyes shown any resemblance. Yet he couldn’t see himself either really. He looked at her and tried to think where he’d seen it before.

Alfred would interrupt and comment on not expecting him to be there. He’d tell him what Damian said hit him hard so he decided to look at her room when she isn’t here. Alfred hummed to that and he asked what she was planning on doing in college. Alfred said “Well, Master Bruce, she’s going to medical school. She wants to be surgeon, if you’re going to ask.”

I feel like this would still not put him in the right space, but it would bother him enough. He’d eventually be in a situation where he talks to Superman about it and Clark is basically like “So the guy who told me to cut Conner some slack and try… can’t even look at his own biological daughter …? I’m sorry, Bats, but you need heavy therapy if she’s spent her whole life essentially being shunted because of one woman’s actions. She isn’t responsible for what happened, she was just a result. You can’t punish her for that.”

From here I don’t really have a clearer idea, I know I’d have Reformed-attempt Harley maybe being his therapist (aka Harley who is done with Joker) and the trigger to him truly going to therapy was an incident where he had to catch an unconscious batsis and instead of seeing batsis’s mom when he caught her, he saw his mom, Martha.

Also wanna make it a later storyline shipping but don’t know who yet since I’d need to figure out everyone’s ages by this point (timelines are confusing lmao)

As you can tell, and guess, the brothers would all kill for Batsis by the time Bruce starts to open up to her and therapy. Jason nearly did back at the banquet. Dick, if he ever dies, would’ve been on accident. And no baby bird nicknames, doesn’t really make sense since she doesn’t participate in the Batman life. Tim would psychologically torture and cause they to do something dangerous that gets them killed. Much like Jason, Damian has no problem or issue in just killing someone for her, only that is his objective unlike Jason. That’s all I have so far, I only warned about the religious stuff since it’s part of her character and some people do have religious trauma and I didn’t want to accidentally trigger anything.

[cheenapri]

Transactional [Yandere Illumi Zoldyck x Reader]

Day ???

Summary: Illumi wants to get reacquainted with you after you escaped from him

Word Count: 3.9k

AN: Can we pretend it didn't take me half a year to finish this pls. This is also the last installment for Transactional, anything I write for Illumi in the future will be unrelated

Notes: yandere, kidnapping, gender neutral reader, unhealthy relationships, unbalanced power dynamics, mentions of past abuse, Illumi is not very nice, reader gets strangled

Day One Day Two + Three Day Four + Five

The cool night air felt nice against your skin. You take a deep breath, looking down at your feet as you continue walking. The song of the crickets was barely audible against the sound of honking cars and other city noises. You pull your jacket tighter against yourself to ease the faint anxiety that always ate away at you. 

You were returning to the motel you currently stayed at after finishing your last shift at your part-time job. Your job was nondescript, just like your disguise; an under-the-table job at a diner. It was perfect for a runaway such as you as it didn’t require IDs and paid in cash. You were offered the job by a sweet older woman you’d become friends with, her kindness extended as she had also given you a phone free of charge. It was an old model, but you were ecstatic nonetheless.

You felt stable as a pattern in your daily life began to form without unbearable dread scaring you into hopping onto the next bus and fleeing to another city. You hadn’t thought about his name quite as much but it never truly left your mind. The anxiety coupled with expectations of his long, sharp claws snatching you away at any moment slowly dissipated each time it failed to happen. 

You have learned to live again.

You were no longer going hungry for days at a time, stealing food and water just to evade starvation. You were no longer forced to sleep outside if you even could sleep, worried you were too exposed and he’d come to scoop you up in any minute. You no longer had to wear the same clothes for days on end, the rainwater being the only thing rinsing them and making them somewhat clean again.

Finding a serious buyer for the wedding ring he had given you was awfully difficult, from scammers who lied and told you it was a fake ring to almost getting robbed a few times. It was a good thing he told you how much it was worth that one time, casually spilling that he had spent one-hundred fifty-five million yen on it. As much as you wanted all of that cash, you had to settle with one million as you were becoming desperate and needed the funds to take care of yourself. 

After you were able to secure the money, you immediately got yourself a cheap motel room, some food, and some new clothes, using the rest of it to fund your travels. You never stayed at motels for long, making sure to stay on the road and get as far away from that evil man as you could. You honestly thought your escape would be fruitless, that he’d find and kill you almost immediately, but as days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months, you wondered if he was even looking for you. Sure, you had drastically changed your appearance, but you were certain he wouldn’t need to look so hard to know it was you. 

To this day, you still wonder if you actually escaped or if he had willingly let you go. 

After weeks of begging and feigning passionate favors, you found yourself on yet another date with him — your last date with him. He had taken it upon himself to take you out whenever he felt you’d earned it, the requirements for earning it always seeming to change based on his mood. 

You felt like some kind of stress reliever, maybe that’s why he kept you around.

At least he hadn’t hurt you in a long while, or rather “disciplined” as he liked to call it. It was probably because you weren’t challenging his delusions anymore, allowing him to convince himself and others that you two were a normal, happy couple. He even began to trust you a bit, initially allowing you time out in the garden under Shiori’s supervision before allowing you to explore freely.

His family had warmed up to you as he’d said. Not in the sense that you all hung out and drank tea together, but rather in the sense that they either ignored you or treated you like you were a pet. They rarely ever refer to you by name if at all. Kikyo especially as she took it upon herself to “teach” you how to better serve her son. Her teachings were always mentally draining.

Kalluto was the most bearable Zoldyck. He wasn’t intimidating, overwhelmingly at least, he never said a word, and he never made any effort to hurt you. He only seemed curious at your existence, like you were some brand new undiscovered species. As long as he kept his distance when watching you, you had no issues with him.

Silva seemed to view you as a spectacle but never looked at you for more than a few seconds, Zeno even less. That was a guess, however, as you were too afraid to look either of them in the eye. They were aware of that and seemed to respect you since they avoided you as much as you avoided them, even if it was more so to preserve their eminence.

You hadn’t seen Milluki since the dinner, only hearing news of him from eavesdropping, and you thankfully hadn’t been forced to go back to the Zoldyck mansion for another agonizing family meal either. Shiori wasn’t as active in her role as your assigned butler, but your captor had been in his role as your “husband”. You got that skylight you wanted though it was at the price of your dignity. 

You shake your head before rubbing your temples, not wanting to let your mind wander to something that was long in the past. Picking your head back up, your speed quickens, carrying you inside the near-empty motel lobby and into the elevator. 

Your phone buzzes.

You fumble around in your pocket for it, pulling it out and tapping the message notification from your boss. It read: 

“I appreciate your hard work today. Your paycheck should come in tomorrow.”

The elevator shudders as it ascends, but your eyes remain fixed on your phone’s screen, the three little dots implying she had something more to say. 

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I want you to know that I’m here if you ever need anything or need to talk to someone.”

You had never told anyone you’d stumbled across the truth about your situation, afraid they’d be endangered if that man found out about it. You didn’t need to, however, as your anxieties were written on your face clear as day despite your best efforts. 

You clutch the phone in your hands. This was all so unfair. You hold the very object that would allow you to communicate with your family, to call for help, but you’re unable to do so, his past threats towards your family a constant reminder every time you thought about calling them. 

You refuse to put anyone else in danger. 

The elevator dings as its doors open, revealing a dimly lit corridor before you. You slowly begin walking, your phone still open on your boss’ text message as you’re unsure of what to say. You desperately want someone to confide in, someone to tell your traumatizing story to, but you won’t do it at the cost of their life. Your thumb squeezes the power button, shutting the phone off and leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

As you reach the corner you must turn down to get to your room, you stop. It’s eerily silent. Your head hurts. You feel sick. 

Your phone buzzes again, echoing within the empty halls. 

“Maybe we can sit down and chat before you leave tomorrow if you’re comfortable?”

You continue and turn the corner, looking down at the text before turning the phone off once again and slipping it into your pocket, chalking up your sudden nausea to your recent thoughts about him.

You stop. Your room is at the end of the hall, you stand mere feet away from completing your recent daily routine and yet you’re unable to get yourself to move like you had many times before. 

It was simple: wake up, go to work, go “home”, go to sleep, rinse, repeat. However, your daily pattern never featured a strange man standing still as a statue right by your motel room door.

Your expression is almost as blank as his, you’re unable to react. You stare at him as he does at you, neither of you saying a word. His jaw ever so slightly clenched, his pointer finger twitching, his eyes unblinking. 

This headache will kill you before he does.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice an unfortunate familiarity. His tone is calm as always. Slowly, he inspects you from his spot, not commenting on your failure to greet him as he had “taught” you while he takes in your disguise. He hums to himself, quiet yet audible enough for you to hear. “I’m not a fan of the new look.”

His words were blunt, his eyes meeting your gaze once more. “You disappeared for a while.” He pauses momentarily and allows the tension to build as his stare remains fixated on you. “I thought someone else had gotten to you first.”

He wasn’t supposed to be here. Your mouth feels dry yet you swallow hard, the reality of the situation fully sinking in as you’re face-to-face with the one person you never wanted to see again: Illumi Zoldyck.

He’s angry, he has to be.

He was interfering with your plans. You were supposed to pack up and leave the motel tomorrow in search of another hiding spot to avoid this very event. How did he even find you after all this time? Your mind races as you think of all the possibilities. You know you didn’t leave any traces because you couldn’t leave any, all products were purchased in cash or discretely stolen, your face covered and head low at all times, and you never stayed in one spot for too long until recently. Maybe you’d gotten too comfortable? Unable to think logically, you slowly put your hands up in a defensive position, your body shifting as you take a step back.

“Don’t move.” He reaches out toward you — the space suddenly feels colder. Your body freezes as instructed despite the possibility of your freedom or even your life coming to an end. “You’ve run enough. Come here.”

You stay still, afraid to move let alone bridge the gap between the two of you. Illumi is static, still standing in his position with his arm outstretched to you. You’re like a deer in headlights, your face expressing nothing but pure terror to the man before you. Maybe you’ll turn invisible if you remain still enough…

“I won’t be so forgiving if I have to come to you,” Illumi threatens, a slight frown on his face.

What’s the difference if he’s going to torture and kill you either way? Wouldn’t it be better for him to be rough so you could die faster?

“Come here,” Illumi repeats once more, a much more commanding tone in his voice. You were in no position to test his patience. 

Tears begin stinging your eyes as reality sinks in even further, your heart burying itself into your stomach. With shaky legs, you take a slow step toward him. Your eyes dart from door to door hoping that if you stalled long enough, someone would come out and discover the two of you. Normally you wouldn’t wish anyone the misfortune of stumbling across Illumi, but your morals seem to dissipate now that you are being confronted. 

Illumi remains silent as you cautiously approach him, your eyes wide and your steps hesitant. Your fear grows stronger the closer you get to him. You flinch when he lowers his arm, your mind convinced that every movement he made was malicious. 

“You’ve been very busy, haven’t you?” Illumi asks sarcastically, the sarcasm in his voice is barely noticeable and the question almost seems legit. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble, though that was your plan from the beginning.” 

He holds his hand out to you, the unspoken command for you to take it obvious. You hesitate, however, as past incidents of him crushing your hand as punishment resurface in your mind.  He’ll start by breaking your hands before breaking your legs and then finally breaking your neck, leaving you crumpled and gasping for air in the motel’s hallway. 

For a long moment, you didn’t move. “Give me your hand.” Illumi verbalized his command as his patience was running out. 

You’re visibly shaking, the tears in your eyes now overflowing. Slowly, you bring your trembling hand forth, cringing a few times as you envision yourself putting it in the mouth of a metal shredder. With your fate unavoidable, you place your hand in his, eyes shut tightly and head lowered as you mentally prepare for what’s to come. 

Silently, he takes hold of it with his other hand, pulling you closer to him. Illumi took note of your every reaction. The recoiling at his sudden movements, the shivering when his hand rubbed against yours, and, of course, your blatant anticipation of what he’ll do next.

His eyes move from your face to your fingers — narrowing slightly as the object he was looking for seems to be missing. He underestimated just how reckless you were, though the thought of you doing what he secretly dreaded was always possible.

He’s quiet, attention focused on your ring finger as if trying to manifest the symbol of your bond with him out of thin air. His anger was palpable. 

“Hm… you sold it,” he states, tone flat and expression unreadable. “How much?”

Your hand trembles, his itching to squeeze with intent to crush. You grumble your answer, voice timid as your eyes look off to the side. Before you could even react, his hand springs forth and grabs your jaw in a vice-like grip — his hold is dangerously close to your neck. Illumi forces your head up, his gaze meeting yours. 

He doesn’t say anything, only holding you in this unfortunate position. You let out a deep breath through your nose, your eyes shutting as you repeat yourself in a louder tone, “O-One million yen.”

Illumi abruptly releases his hold as if disgusted with you, his actions a stark contrast to your prediction of him immediately ripping your head off. He mentally repeats the number, his internal resentment battling over which to be more furious over: you being stupid enough to sell your binding to him, especially for such a low amount, and then using the cash to run away from him, or you being stupid enough to even think about selling your binding to him at all?

Ultimately, he chose both. 

Quietly, Illumi reaches into his pocket, eyes still trained on you as he retrieves the motel’s master key. He then turns to swiftly unlock your room’s door, stepping back and gesturing for you to head inside.

You don’t move, and the itch to run becomes more tempting. Seeing your hesitation, Illumi takes it upon himself to guide you inside, placing a hand on your lower back and practically shoving you into the room. Once the both of you are inside, he shuts and locks the door behind him with clear finality, watching as you back away and clumsily stumble onto the bed.

He doesn’t turn the lights on, the only light being from the moon’s glow through the window. He steadily moves toward you before stopping just shy of the window, the moonlight partially illuminating his features. He seemed less controlled, almost giving you a death stare in his own way. 

“Go on,” he says, a noticeable edge to his voice. His request was open-ended, its implication meaning anything. He wanted to see just how stupid you were. 

You scratch your head and think of thousands of ways to die at that very moment. If you’d gotten a gun from a shady seller, you could’ve made your unplanned interaction with Illumi short and messy — if you were even able to grab it. Maybe if you piss him off enough he’d deem you unworthy and side with his inner instincts, wasting no more time and snuffing the life out of you efficiently.

“You’re…” you start, ”You’re suffocating me. I just want to live.” Your arms wrap around you as you seek comfort in this unfortunate predicament. 

Illumi takes his time processing your weak excuse, the weight of his scrutiny becoming more and more unbearable with each passing second. He tilts his head, “You think you can live without me?”

“I can and I did for several months!” Your voice no longer felt weak. You shut your eyes as your deep-seated disdain for him builds even further within you — your mind no longer concerned about the possible repercussions. What more did you have to lose anyway?

“You weren’t living, you were surviving.” Illumi straightens his head. He allows time for his words to sink in as he takes in the sight of you again, his eyes flicking over your cheap hoodie, worn-out shoes, and tired, yet angry eyes. “The streets hadn’t been very good to you, I see.” His eyes move to make contact with yours. “You look a mess.”

“You’ve made me look worse!” You grit your teeth. Without thinking, all your pent-up anger was released at that very moment — the worst moment. “You’ve taken everything from me and you treat me like shit! You don’t know what love is! You’re horrible and I hate you!”

At that, he moved. The air around you shifted — a menacing, yet familiar energy you realized you hadn’t felt until now. You’ve provoked him, that much evident from the visible frown on his face and a slight furrowing of his brow.

“You talk too much.” He closes the distance between you and shoves you down onto the bed. Your breath hitches, your hands up defensively as you prepare to fight a battle you know you won’t win. 

His movements are deliberately slow as if the anticipation was intended to be its own form of punishment. You go to move backward, to relieve yourself — even momentarily — of his overwhelming presence, but he pushes you down again. The bed dips under his weight, his hands moving ever so slowly towards your neck. Knowing this wasn’t a bluff, you grab his wrists and try in vain to push them away.

You’re too weak. 

“You’re in no position to speak to me in such a manner. Here, I’ll show you.” His hands grip your neck with immense pressure, causing you to gasp and claw at his wrists. 

Illumi remains reasonably calm, externally at least, as he watches you struggle beneath him. “(Name),” he says. His grip loosened completely which allowed you to breathe. You continued coughing as you took in deep breaths but your sense of relief was quickly snatched away as his hands squeezed again. “(Name),” he calls again.

An overwhelming sense of dread embodies you as you realize that he is actually going to kill you. You’re unable to deny your survival instincts forcing you to fight back despite a smaller part of you reasoning that this was the happy ending you so desperately wanted. 

Illumi’s grip loosens once more, his gaze softens watching you spring back to life and greedily suck in oxygen. He relished in the control he lacked over you for so long. He wants something from you and you know that.

“I’m… sorry!” you manage to force out between breaths. You’re crying hysterically now, apologizing again and again as you don’t wish for your final moments to be as humiliating as this. 

“For what? What did you do this time, (Name)?” Illumi asks calmly, his fingers digging into your neck the more you try to pry them off. 

You hesitate despite the situation. You’re not sorry. You’re not sorry for a damn thing. Your lungs are burning though so you have no choice. “I’m… sorry for… run-running away…”

Illumi hums, his black eyes boring into you. “Running away wasn’t your only offense. What else have you done?”

Your head is spinning though you’re still able to breathe somewhat. You tap his wrist, a pathetic admittance of defeat. He doesn’t let go though.

“Please… get off me,” you beg. He ignores your pleas and keeps you pinned beneath him, his thumbs ready to press down on your windpipe at any given moment.

“You haven’t admitted all your wrongdoings. You haven’t fully apologized,” he states flatly. 

“I don’t-“ 

You’re cut off as he crushes your throat, his eyes narrowing. “You do.”

You’re beginning to panic again. You’re unable to rack your brain for whatever thing you’d done to warrant such an assault. 

Illumi could feel your pulse quickening. The temptation to squeeze just a bit more until it slows to a halt is overwhelming. He’s had you at his mercy before, but he had never thought of actually going through with it. His eyes are glued to you, taking in the drooping of your eyelids, the paleness of your skin, and how your body is relaxing. Even now as you’re being rightfully punished for daring to betray him, you still manage to humanize him – forcing him to feel something he was taught to suppress. 

He hated it. 

But he hated the way he hesitated even more.

Illumi releases your throat, and you spring back to life. You have no tears left to cry, only coughs and hoarse sobs as you replenish your oxygen. It was clear to Illumi that you were simply too stupid and stubborn to be sorry, and that it would be a waste of time to continue forcing disingenuous apologies out of you. 

That’s okay. You’ll come around. 

He slides off of you and fixes his clothes as if nothing had even happened. His calm, blank expression slipped back into place as he took in your small motel room. “This is what you’ve run to.” His voice carries a hint of mockery.

There was a lack of concern for your struggling figure on the bed, only disapproval as if you were acting. Your throat ached, and your head spun. Why were you still here?

“You’ve proven you are incapable of handling any ounce of freedom given to you. You cannot be trusted to make decisions on your own. You don’t know what’s good for you… that’s why you need me.”

He returns to the bed, standing over you once more. “Get up,” he says, “it’s time to go.”

Though you knew it was coming since death failed to, your heart sank at the thought of stepping foot in that wretched place once again. You let out a strangled sob, your limbs quaking as you force yourself up. 

“We have a lot of catching up to do, (Name).” Illumi places a not-so-comforting hand on your shoulder. “We have to ensure this incident won’t happen again.”

His subtle threat confirmed the plans he had in store for you. Your body refused to move as the realization that you were back at square one sunk in, but you forced yourself onto your wobbly legs as you were only delaying what was clearly inevitable. 

He wouldn’t forgive you – you knew that – and the treatment you’d receive would be much, much worse. 

[sayafics]

No More Chances

Rick Grimes x reader

Oneshot

It's probably the dirtiest thing I've ever written, but I have no clue if it's actually good😭 but it is my first actual xreader fic, so hopefully, i did okay.

Warnings: smut, spanking, daddy kink, slight dub-con

Masterlist

Abraham had spotted you first - a small and timid little thing hidden in the darkness of the container at Terminus. You had whimpered and shied away from them as he called to you, asked you your name, and how you had gotten here.

The truth was you didn't know. Not really.

All you had known were the four walls they had kept you confined in, and even then you hadn't known how long it had been.

Days. Weeks. Months?

It all felt like a blur, drifting in and out of sleep, terrified they would come and take you to the place they had taken countless other poor souls who had never returned.

It seemed it didn't matter how long you had been there or how scared you were, Abraham wasn't someone who gave up so easily. He poked and prodded and questioned until you opened up hesitantly, introducing yourself with a dry and cracking voice, strained from disuse.

There was something familiar in your quietness, in the way you spoke softly and asked questions with such bold curiosity, the way you settled in so easily despite just meeting him and the people he travelled with. It reminded him of a life long gone, children long passed, and it was then he decided he would take you in and care for you as his own.

When they had escaped from Terminus, Abraham had been the one to drag you along with a tight grip on your forearm, never letting go and repeating the same three-worded instructions at every step - "stay close, kid."

If the others had noticed his peculiar behaviour, they hadn't said much. Nor did they think to look twice.

You had been trapped with them, suffered perhaps more than they had at the hands of Terminus, and lost more than they could imagine. It bound you to them in a way they couldn't deny.

Well, all but one man.

Rick Grimes.

Stubborn and angry and feral. A wolf disguised as a man, a predator prowling around your form like he was waiting for a moment of weakness before he striked.

But you never gave him the chance.

You barely spoke to the man, sticking to Abraham, who you slowly saw an older brother in, and Rosita, a dear friend.

You picked up where you had left off with ease, holding your weapons with comfort as though they had never left your grip and swinging them in raw instinct, taking out everything that stood in your path.

You could hold your own, a fact Abraham praised you for. Still, it didn't stop Rick from treating you like a child - not letting you join Daryl on hunts despite him promising to keep an eye on you, denying your requests to walk ahead of the group in case they ran into walkers or trail behind in case someone snuck up on them. It was as though he saw you as a child, and the thought grated upon you.

It continued, for all the long days and cold nights you spent on the road to the harrowing days you spent adjusting to Alexandria.

Even when Rick had taken charge of the community, a fierce and powerful leader, he made sure to use his voice to do nothing but deny you your freedom.

It frustrated you to no end.

Perhaps that's why you were doing something as stupid as this.

Rick had said you couldn't join them on the run, said if you stepped a toe out of line and disobeyed him as you had many times before he would teach you a lesson so you never did so again.

He always made threats like this, it was simply another empty threat.

Or at least you had hoped it was.

You walked through the woods near Alexandria - if Rick wouldn't let you scavenge with him and Daryl, then you would have your own little adventure.

All had been going well until you burst through some shrubbery to be met with the groans of dozens of walkers.

A hoarde.

It wasn't as big as the ones you had seen before, but it was too large to handle alone.

You could do nothing but stumble away, running in the direction you prayed was back to Alexandria. But it seemed fate was not on your side, as everywhere you turned, there was nothing but more walkers.

Your breath caught in your throat, heart sinking with dread as your eyes burned. This couldn't be how you went out.

No.

You wouldn't let it be.

You looked around you, searching with eager eyes for a tall and strong tree. You sprinted towards it, grateful for being a natural climber as you clambered your way as high as you could get.

You would wait them out, hope they disappeared and left you be.

And they did.

But it had taken hours. Night had fallen, and your eyes had slipped shut as you leaned back against the tree trunk, knowing you would regret choosing to sleep here when you woke in the morning.

When you had woken the next morning, it had taken you the space of a breath to realise the walkers had finally let you be. And it took the space of a heartbeat to realise you had been missing the entire night, and though Rick may not have noticed your absence at first, Abraham and Rosita would have.

Shit.

You chambered down the trees hastily, almost losing your footing multiple times before jumping down the rest of the distance. Small scratches littered your arms, and you were lucky your cargos protected the soft flesh of your calves and thighs.

It was fine, you told yourself.

Rick had never followed through on his threats before. It would have to be a cold day in Hell before he started today.

If anything, the man did everything in his power to avoid you. This would simply be another one of those times.

If she was lucky, it would only have to be Abaraham's admonishing she'd have to endure - perhaps Rosita, too. But Rick? He would give her that stare he always did, like he was disappointed at her rebellion. Frustrated at her disobedience.

Something else darker always laid beneath his gaze, something she had never been able to make out.

When she drew closer towards the gates of Alexandria, she debated sneaking over the gates and pretending as though she had never left.

But it seemed fate had beat her to it once more.

Carol stood on the watchtower, fixing her with an exasperated stare as she turned back slightly to yell - "found her!"

There was a quiet commotion as bodies clambered up the platform, and up rose the figures of a disappointed Abraham. And a furious Rick grimes.

Huh.

Well, double shit.

Rick was heaving with anger, nearly jumping down the platform as he ordered the gates to be opened.

Abraham stayed standing next to Carol, and her heart sank with guilt as she found herself unable to meet his gaze.

She sped up towards the gate, hoping to ask for his forgiveness and pretend none of this had ever happened. It wasn't as though she had gotten hurt.

She was safe. Perfectly fine without a scratch.

Rick's voice boomed, echoing violently in the space between them as he blocked her hurried path to Abraham.

"Where the hell have you been?"

Her lips parted in shock as he made his way forward, his hand took a hold of her face, his fingers pressing into her cheeks forcing her lips out in a pout as his brows furrowed in concern, despite the bubbling anger in his gaze.

"'m fine. Just in the woods, no big deal."

You wouldn't be.

Your words were whispered, like you were terrified to set him off.

He clenched his jaw at your words, but you could see how his shoulders relaxed minutely.

"The hell were you doing outside the gates, sweetheart?"

His voice was tinged with anger, and still, he used that stupid petname he could never put away.

You were sure he hated you. He confirmed it with every glare, with every denial to your requests. But he wouldn't stop calling you that.

You didn't reply, cheeks flushing with embarassment as you pulled your face away from his grip and looked over his shoulder to see your friends armed to the teeth, very likely having gotten ready to search for you as they presumed you were in danger.

You met his eyes, taken aback by the rage that was pouring from them. You couldn't help the way your eyes burned as you shifted on your feet, "'m sorry, Rick. Didn't mean to stay-"

"No. No apologies this time. What on earth were you thinking? Leaving Alexandria without telling anyone? We thought something happened to you!"

You swallowed roughly, unsure of what you could say to make it all better.

It seemed you didn't have to.

"I've had it with giving you warnings only for you to ignore it like the little brat you are," his words were strained and hushed as he tried to hold back from raising his voice and alerting others of his intentions.

"I promised you you'd get punished if you didn't listen to me and stay inside of Alexandria. Not only did you leave the gates, you stayed out the whole night!"

"I didn't mean to! I swe-"

He didn't give you time to finish, hand wrapping tight around your wrist as he began dragging you into Alexandria.

He paused next to Daryl. You gave him a pleading stare, but he only shook his head minutely.

You had messed up this time. Bad.

It was one thing to leave the gates. Another to be missing the whole night and not tell anyone where you had gone.

"Keep everyone out."

Your stomach rolled with anxiety at Rick's words, and Daryl only nodded in ascent. You tried to look back for Abaraham, ready to cry out to him so he could spare you of Rick's wrath.

Rick only tugged you after him once more, "sorry, sweetheart, but Abaraham can't help you this time."

She knew it had been Abaraham who had stopped him from disciplining her all those other times. It seems this time had been too much for him to accept as well.

She couldn't help the tears that pooled in her eyes at the realisation she truly disappointed Abraham. Rick only scoffed as he dragged her to his house, empty aside from his seething form and her worried one.

He closed the door behind them, walking past her as he paced up and down the small living room space. She could only watch him anxiously, shifting on her feet as she watched his shoulders tense and his lips twitch into a familiar snarl. He was so angry.

"I knew you were wreckless," he started, his voice pitched with incredulity, "but you have to be a whole 'nother crazy to go and spend the night in the woods. What if something happened, huh? Did you even think before you left? 'Course you didn't, brat like you thinks of no one but herself."

You ground your teeth at his words, anger fizzling up and replacing the guilt you previously felt.

"Oh, please. You would've loved it if I never came back. Hell, it's your fault I was out there in the first place!"

He stood still from his pacing, his back to her as he looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes - "my fault?"

"Yes! You never let me do anything. You act as though I'm stupid and incompetent."

"Well, clearly, I was right."

"Oh, fuck you, you son of a bitch. You're always so arrogant," you couldn't help the words that spiilled past your lips, as though months of frustration had finally found an opportunity to make itself known and unburden your conscious.

"You always tell me what to do, like I can't think for myself," your voice gradually grew louder as you drew closer to him, "but I can! I'm so much more than what you think of me. You're not my dad, Rick. So stop acting like it."

He had turned to you fully by the end of your rant, head twisted with a dark smirk upon his face that promised exactly what he had been threatening you with the moment you had joined the group - discipline.

"You done with the speech, sweetheart? The things I tell you to do are for your own good, I'm protecting you."

"Then why does everyone else get to do stuff? You take Rosita and Tara on runs with you, but you make me stay in these stupid walls. Hell, even Enid's left Alexandria more than me!"

"I told you. I'm protecting you."

"That's so dumb, and if you think I'm going to stand here and accept that, you are too."

He clenched his jaw, running a hand over his face before a scoff left him, "wanna know why I don't let you out?"

She didn't say anything, just watched as his eyes grew so dark she could no longer make out the blue hues of them.

"Because you're nothing but a stupid little girl who doesn't know when something is too much for her. 'nd I ain't going to watch you get yourself killed."

Stupid little girl?

Your hands trembled in anger as your eyes darted to the nearest thing. You reached for the throw pillows on the couch, throwing it at Rick's head as he stepped back to avoid everything you threw his way.

"Fuck you, Rick. Fuck you and your stupid saviour complex!"

When you ran out of things to throw, you drew closer to him with fury burning in your eyes. "I have more than proved myself in this group."

You poked at his chest, meeting his eyes with vicious challenge - "I deserve to be here," you pushed at his chest as rage ate you up, "and I don't need you protecting me. You're not my father. You're not anything to me. You're just some lowlife sheriff from a small, forgettable town that gets off on controlling people."

You paused, your face falling at your words.

No.

No, you hadn't meant that. Not really.

You wanted to hurt him, but not like this.

Rick was tough, yes. And so stubborn. But he was a loyal man who would do anything to protect his people, and you knew that included you.

Shit.

You were scared to look him in the eyes, worried you would see nothing but disappoint in his eyes. A more selfish part of you worried that he would walk away, let you be without talking to you again. As much as you hated the way he controlled your every move, a small and guilty piece of your soul craved his overprotectiveness, playing into the fantasy that he only acted like this because he cares.

"Get upstairs."

His voice was devoid of emotions, more of a barking order than anything else.

You finally looked up at him, confusion flooding your face as you took in the fire that burned in his eyes - "what?"

"Upstairs. Second door on the right."

You scoffed, "I'm not some dog for y-"

His hand clamped over your throat, tugging you closer until your noses brushed together and his warm breath fanned over your lips. You could feel yourself grow warm under his intense stare.

"Go upstairs, now. I'll give you thirty seconds before I drag you up there myself, understood?"

When you didn't answer, he squeezed your throat lightly in warning, and you couldn't help but hold back a whimper.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

If you wanted to disobey him, mock him and ridicule him then he would do what he had to, to show you your place. You would learn by the end of today, he'd make sure.

"Yes, sir?"

Your voice trailed off as a question, one that Rick replied to with an amused hum - "we'll work on that."

He took his hand off your throat, stepping back to cross his arms over his chest. You tried to ignore how broad they made his shoulders seem, how large and intimidating he was when he stood over you.

You swallowed harshly before he nodded his head towards the steps and you couldn't help but run up into the room he told you to meet him in.

You didn't have the nerve to look around and see how the man lived. No, your heart was racing with fear as you wondered what exactly he planned to do.

Downstairs Rick locked all the doors, his way of making sure no one could get in. He wouldn't want anyone disturbing the both of you.

You could hear his footsteps growing closer, like a ticking time-bomb. You didn't know what to do with yourself. You stumbled backwards until you reached the window and a glance outside showed how everyone went back to their daily lives now that you'd come back safe and sound.

You tried to look for Abraham, but before you could spot the red-headed man, Rick made his way through the door.

He shut it behind him, hand reaching back to click the lock shut before placing his hands on his hips and scanning for form.

His gaze paused on your arms, tutting slightly at the light scratches left from your frantic climbing of the tree - "arms hurt?"

His voice was quieter, much more passive than it had been downstairs. Still, it did nothing to calm your trembling heart.

You shook her head minutely, to which he narrowed his eyes, "use your big girl words."

You bit your lip in an attempt to hold back any retort but still couldn't stop yourself from rolling your eyes as you spoke, "no, sir."

He shook his head, disappointed in your attitude - "gotta teach you a lesson. That kind of attitude isn't gonna work with me."

You couldn't help but snort light, wondering what exactly he planned to do, "what? You planning on grounding me?"

He didn't say anything, only drew closer to the bed before his hands went to his duty belt. Your heart began to sink in your chest as you watched him throw the duty belt onto the bed, quickly reaching for his actual belt and slipping it out from the loops of his jeans. He folded it in half, slapping it lightly against the palm of his hand.

He pointed towards his dresser with it, the top of it bare, but there was a mirror placed at such an angle that the whole room was reflected in it.

"Bend over on the dresser, trousers down."

You swallowed harshly, eyes widening with incredulity.

"You can't be serious?"

He clenched his teeth, "does it look like I'm joking, sweetheart? Dresser. Now."

"No."

He took a few steps closer to you, "either you willing walk to that dresser and take your punishment like the big girl you say you are, or I'm gonna throw you over my lap and not stop until your ass is too sore for you to even walk straight."

You could tell he wasn't joking, could tell from the way his knuckles whitened as he gripped the belt.

You couldn't help the way your voice quietened as you twisted your hands and shifted on your feet, "how many?"

"Why? Are you scared?"

You couldn't help it when your eyes narrowed in defence, huffing your way to the dresser, kicking off your shoes and not stopping in a show of bravery. It wasn't until you actually stood in front of it that you slowed down, hands trembling as you fiddled with the button of your cargos.

Your trembling hands were noticeable and only worsened when two hands creeped around your waist, and Rick spoke into your ear, his voice almost soft.

He unbuttoned your cargos, your breath catching in your throat as he slipped his hands into the waistband to help push it down your legs and reveal soft, baby-pink panties, "just twenty, yeah? Think that'll teach you your lesson?"

Twenty?

God, you wanted to high-tail it and run.

But he had locked the door. And even if you did manage to leave, you knew Rick would find another way to punish you.

Maybe this was the easiest option. He just needed to calm down, to get over his ego and think he taught you a lesson. He didn't need to know you thought you were right.

You leaned over the dressor, leaning on your elbows as a shaky breath escaped you, "yes, sir."

"Good girl."

You couldn't help the shiver that ran down your spine at his praise.

"Need you to count after every one, hm? You miss a number and I start again."

"What? That's not fair."

"Then you better not miss a number."

You tried to push yourself up straight, not believing he actually meant what he said, "this is so stu-"

Thwack.

A gasp escaped your throat, and you were sure the belt had left its mark on you.

"Get back down and start counting."

You did as he said reluctantly, unwilling to test him when he striked you once already.

"One."

You couldn't help but whimper as he struck the belt again, this time two in a quick succession on the soft underside of your cheeks.

"Two- three."

"Look at you, counting like a big girl. What was it you said to me?"

Rick ended his question with a lash directly on your plump cheeks, relishing how the skin turned red and raised under his strength.

You wanted to retort, but you didn't think you could do more than count without your voice breaking. Your eyes stung with tears, but you held them back, hands clenched into tight fists as you tried to stop yourself from reaching back to cover your abused bottom.

Fuck Rick and fuck his rules.

You wouldn't let him win.

"Four."

You would take every lash and count without breaking.

You could do this.

Right?

"Ah, yeah. That I meant nothing to you, right?"

Three were thrown in quick succession, tears pooling in your eyes as your voice finally broke whilst you counted to seven.

"That I ain't your father?"

Thwack.

This one had been over your upper thigh, the pain radiating towards your pussy and you couldn't help the whine that escaped you as you counted eight, praying he couldn't see how your traiterous cunt twitched and moistened at the strike.

"I'll be the best damn daddy you ever had, sweetheart."

Another three strikes over the same senstive area across your cheeks, the skin already turning a mottled red as you moaned slightly as the sound of him calling himself your daddy.

Fuck.

Another strike hit your cheeks, this one softer as he tutted into your ear.

"My poor baby," your eyes met his through the mirror as you held back a whimper at his words. Tears were falling down your face as you held back a cry. "Looks like my little girl forgot to keep counting."

Your eyes widened as you realised it meant he would start all over again.

Rick couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, a dark cadence that had you shivering as you shook your head at him in the reflection.

He came closer to you, pressing up against your tender backside, the harsh material of his jeans rubbing against your bruised bottom to make a horrible, aching burn. Through the haziness of your tears and hesitant arousal, you could feel something press against your cunt, something big and hard and you knew exactly what it was.

Your hands moved to tighten on the edge of the dressing table, trying so hard not to rub back against him.

"Seems like I'm going to have to start again, huh?"

You couldn't help but break into a sob, "no, no, no. Please, I'm sorry. I don't want more."

He petted your hair, using it to start pulling you to him so your back was flush against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you in place.

You whimpered as his jeans rubbed harshly against your sore bottom, Rick placed his chin in the crook of your neck, cooing at you through the reflection, "maybe if you ask me really nicely, I'll listen."

You held onto his forearms, your fingers gripping his arm with trembling strength as you whimpered and cried, "please, I'm so sorry. Please don't start again."

"Please don't start again, who?"

"Please don't spank me again, sir."

"Hm, don't think I like that one, sweetheart."

You just stared at him through the reflection, confusion painting your face until-

Oh.

"Daddy," your voice shook as you whined the word, unable to stop yourself from rocking back on him in instinct, "daddy, please. Don't want n'more," your voice broke as you cried softly, "hurts s' bad."

One of his hands drifted to splay over your lower abdomen, using the pressure to push you back against his cock, hissing quietly in your ear.

"See, daddy would believe you baby. But I think you're lying."

Your fingers come to pull at his as they drift lower and lower, knowing he would find your panties damp, "no 'm not. Please-"

You would whine and beg and cry if it meant he wouldn't spank you with the belt.

He clicked his tongue, dropping his hands to stand back and run his eyes over you. He reached forward to drop the belt on the dresser, "I have a better idea, hm?"

He moved away from you, making his way to the bed to sit comfortably on top. He leaned back on his hand, his pupils still blown with anger, but now there was something more.

You watched as he jerked his head at his lap in the reflection, "c'mon baby. Come lie down on daddy's lap and take your punishment like a big girl."

Turning to him, you couldn't help the petulant whine depsite knowing you would get nowhere, "don't wanna."

He scoffed, leaning forward to rest on his elbows, "either you come yourself or I'll bend you back over that dresser and give you fifty."

You fisted the sheets in your hands, burying your face in your arms as he ghosted his fingers over the curve of your back, drifting down slowly over the bruising flesh.

You knew you could barely endure another twenty, so his threat was enough to make you stumble to him, your bottom already much too sore from the incomplete lashings he gave. You stood close to him, and he barely gave you a second to breathe before manoeuvring you over his lap.

There was something different about it this time. Something that felt more intimate, more gentle as he pet your head and murmured for you to count.

The first slap came too quickly - a sharp intake of breath of the pain burned on top of your sensitive skin.

"O-one."

You whimpered into the sheets. These felt worse than the belt, and some part of you wished he would grab it again so it could be less painful.

He slapped another three in a quick succession, all in the same place making you whine and push into him, barely able to hold back a gasp as the rough seam of his jeans brushed over your clothed clit.

Your hand reached back over your sore bottom, but he only tutted as he shifted his legs and used his spare hand to pull your hands away - "try that again, baby and I'm gonna start all over again. Now count."

"Two, three, f-four."

You could hear the sobs you held back as they weighed heavy in your throat.

"Told y' so many times this would happen," there was a quiet fury in his voice, "but did y'ever listen? No."

He slapped you twice, once over each of your upper thighs and despite the way you pushed away from him you couldn't help but slip your legs open a little wider, trying to feel the drag of his jeans against your cunt as something foreign burned low in your gut.

You shouldn't be feeling like this.

What was wrong with you?

You were sure there was a damp patch forming on your panties, and it wouldn't be long until Rick could see it. Still, his voice, the pain, the feeling of his muscled thigh under your twitching cunt. You couldn't help it.

A large smack sounded against your bottom, a cry escaping you.

"Even now, y' ain't paying attention. Do you even realise how dangerous it was that you left? That you never told anyone? What you did was stupid!"

He continued to throw slaps across your bottom, each one bringing you into a fit of sobs and cries as you hid your face in your arms whilst counting. Still, the burn began to grow into something more, and you couldn't help but push down against his lap to try and find some relief.

You had finally reached twenty, and it was as though the final slap across your tender flesh had broken a dam.

You sobbed and cried into your arms, apologies spilling from your lips as a flood of arousal and guilt and anger came over you once more. Anger at yourself. For leaving Alexandria after Rick told you not to. For shouting at him and telling him he meant nothing to you.

For liking the punishment.

Rick pulled up your body, pulling you into his chest. You whimpered as your tender bottom ached when you placed pressure on it. You wouldn't be able to sit down for days. Maybe weeks.

He held you against his chest, hushing you and murmuring praises into your ear as you hiccuped against him -"such a good girl. Took your punishment so good, didn't you? Did so good, baby."

You couldn't look him in the eye, unsure of what you would find. You sniffled quietly, tears calming at his petting and praises.

"You know what good girls like you deserve?"

The cadence of his voice lowered, but there was no hesitation in his words. The hand that brushed your hair drifted to your bare thighs, pushing apart your knees to rub circles into the soft flesh. His other arm tightened around your waist, reluctant to let you go.

"Rick..."

Your voice was shaky, unsure. You had a feeling you knew where this was going, but was it right? You hadn't even known Rick could have felt this way for you, but then again - sex was sex. And this must have riled him up as much as it did you.

He just wanted to burn off energy, and you were here - pliant and submissive to his wills.

His fingers traced their way closer to your panties, slipping under the waistband to stretch it out before letting it slap back against your skin.

"From the look of your panties, I'd say you enjoyed that a little too much," there was a hint of amusement in his voice, "but I think my girl deserves a reward for taking her punishment so well."

My girl.

His girl.

He doesn't give you a chance to reply, fingers slipping into your underwear to trace around the lips of your cunt, dipping in to carefully trace around the hole Rick had been dreaming of from the moment he saw you in that Terminus container - you looked like a quiet and timid girl, but he could see the wildfire that blazed through your eyes. The one that shone through whenever you were too close to death.

He had come to enjoy it and fear it. Afraid to see it because it meant you had brushed death once more, but the sight of it overtaking you burned him in a way he couldn't help but crave.

Your hands came to wrap tightly against his wrist as his fingers finally met your clit, quiet whimpers escaping you. They intensified into reluctant moans as he moved his fingers despite your hold, your hips rocking back into his lap as you whined at the ache of your bruised bottom.

He shushed you, bucking his hips up against the sore flesh as he held you tighter and sped up his fingers. He circled your clit, fingers dipping down to your hole and back up as he leaned down to press his lips against your ear.

"Does that feel good, baby? You like how daddy's touching you?"

You couldn't help but let your head fall against his shoulder, tears burning your eyes as you edged closer and closer.

How long had it been since you had been touched like this?

The only hands that had ever touched you had been your own, and you were sure they never made you feel like this.

Keeping his hands in your panties, he used his other arm to twist you so your back was against his chest. You could feel the subtle movements of his hips as he pushed up against you, and with the pain of your sore bottom, the pleasure of his hand between your thighs and the pleasurable groans of the handsome man behind you, you couldn't help but cant up your hips, encouraging him to move faster.

"Need more, please."

"Please, who?"

"Daddy," you couldn't help it when you moaned out the name, couldn't help when your hands reached back to twist in the strands of his hair and tug him forward as you twisted your neck to place pretty kisses against his jaw. Your head fell back against his shoulders as one of your hands slipped down to join his. He only tutted, biting your ear playfully before pulling his fingers out.

You couldn't help the tears that spilt as you whined for him to not stop.

He didn't listen to a word you said, standing up to throw you higher upon the bed. You watched as he grew frenzied, chest moving frantically with every breath as he clambered upon the bed. His lips reached for your neck, sucking and biting the flesh and leaving deep marks on your skin that you were sure everyone would see tomorrow. Still, you couldn't help but whimper and whine, hips tilting up in search of his heat to press against your own.

He littered kisses down your neck, the fingers that had just been inside of you tracing your soft lips before pushing inside to press against your tongue. You couldn't help but roll your eyes back as you tasted yourself on his fingers, whining as you sucked him clean.

His hand left your mouth, trailing down your throat to leave a wet streak as both his hands reached for your top, only to tear it in half so your breasts could spill from the material. He licked them, laving at them and sucking heavy marks.

His hands went to his pants, undoing the button and zipper to pull out his stiffened cock. You were barely able to take a glance before he filled your vision - him and his blue eyes, so dark and full of lust as he whispered against your lips.

"Gonna fill you so good baby, you want that, huh? Yes, you do. Gonna make you feel so good."

Before you could even whimper in reply, he pressed his tip against your hole. His breath caught in his throat, and your hands came to sit on his shoulders, only just realising he remained dressed whilst you were bare beneath him.

He shushed you, lips coming to press fluttering kisses against the dip of your throat as he pushed in further.

"So tight, baby. Doin' so good- almost there."

Almost felt like forever, your back arching as you ached to pull more of him in with a broken moan. His nose came to brush against yours as he gave shallow thrusts, pushing in deeper with every one. His tongue came to lick the plump flesh of your lips, and you couldn't help the broken whimper that escaped you as your lips parted and your tongue escaped to meet his own.

You moaned when he bit you tongue, feeling the way his lips twisted into a smirk as he pushed himself closer to press his lips against yours.

The kiss grew heated, a clash of teeth and a tangle of tongues and spit and moans as Rick's movements grew uncontrolled. He rocked deeper and further into your pretty cunt until he bottomed out, groaning against your lips as he enjoyed the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him. You couldn't help but tilt your hips down, grinding against him as you searched for friction against your clit.

Rick hiked one of your legs over his hip, lifting the other over his shoulder as he dragged you even closer.

He pulled back from your lips, a string of saliva attaching his reddened lips to your pouting ones as you looked up, seeking his gaze - his pupils were blown, drowning in lust as he pulled back his hips before thrusting back in. The motion jolted your body up the bed, a long whine escaping at the feel of his cock dragging in and out of your cunt with a delicious burn.

Fuck, was this what you had been missing out on for so long?

You suddenly wished Rick has spanked you sooner, especially if it was always going to end like this.

His thrusts were slow, each drag hot and delicious as he pulled back slowly only to thrust in with barley retrained lust. Your hands went to the base of his neck, twisting in his curls, and you tugged his closer to press your lips against his once more. He muttered praises against your lips, slipping his tongue in to meld against your own.

Your hands dipped lower, fingers brushing against the base of his cock causing his to jolt at the sensation, your head tipping back as the tip of his cock brushed against something that had you seeing stars.

Your hands slipped under his shirt, holding back a moan at the feeling of his skin against your palms - wanting to feel more, needing more.

"Rick- please."

His began trailing kisses down your jaw, biting the skin teasingly as he whispered against your flushed skin - "what do you need, baby? Hm? Tell me what you want."

"Fuck- need to feel you. Wanna touch you, Rick."

His thrusts slowed down to a stop, causing your eyes to burn with tears at the lack of stimulation as you reached for his shoulders when he pulled back. He tutted when you whined at him, pushing roughly into your hips, causing your breath to catch in your throat.

He pulled off his shirt, throwing it over his head as he readjusted your legs around his waist and gripped your hips tight. His hands went behind your back, pulling you up so you sat seated upon his lap with your chest pressed against his own.

He started slow once again, hips softly pushing into your own as the shallow thrusts causing your hardened nipples to brush against his chest, already sensitive from his abuse.

Your bottom burned at the new position, but you couldn't help the way it curled into a pleasurable heat as you rested your weight on your knees and took it upon yourself to fuck yourself on his heavy cock.

You pressed yourself further against Rick, panting in the crook of his neck as you hid your flushed face, a hand sneaking between your heated bodies to touch your aching clit.

"Shit. You makin' yourself feel good, sweetheart? Touchin' yourself like that."

"Feels s'good."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes back, pushing down harsher on his lap, desperate for his thick cock to hit that perfect spot again.

Rick bit your ear, a hand coming to wrap softly around your throat - "well, we can't have that now. Can we? That's my job, princess - makin' you cum."

His voice had dropped to a dangerous whisper, squeezing your throat in warning as you grew more desperate against him. His hand dropped to your hip, tightening against the flesh as he pulled you off his cock and positioned you onto all four's.

"Just can't let me have m' fun, can you? Gotta take care of y'rself, like I can't do it for you. Fuckin' brat, you are."

You placed your head in your arms, back arching as you pushed back in search of friction, voice laden with tears are you apologised.

"Sorry, Rick. Please, need you so bad."

"Oh, now you need me, baby?"

His hands came to rest on your bottom, squeezing the sore flesh of your cheeks as you groaned into your arms. He saw how your hole clenched at the sensation, holding back a groan of his own at the sight.

He leaned forward, pressing his hard cock against your cunt and grinding against it softly, ignoring the way you pushed back against him in a silent plea.

"What do you want, little girl?"

"You. Please, need you so bad."

"Need me to do what, hm? C'mon, use your words for daddy."

"Fuck- need you to fuck me, daddy. Wanna feel you inside me, wanna feel good. Plea-"

You couldn't finish your words, voice breaking out into a cry as he thrusted into you in one swoop. A long moan, broken and whining, echoed throughout the room, and you flushed at the idea your desperate voice could be heard from outside the window.

You held onto his wirst as his fingers finally met your clit, leaning back into his embrace as he traced vigorous circles onto your throbbing pussy.

Rick's hand twisted into your hair, tugging you back against him so he could grope your breasts with one hand and touch your desperate, wet cunt with the other. His fingers ghosted over your cunt, his head tilting back with a groan as he rammed into you relentlessly, endless whines escaping you as he brushed over that special place again and again and again.

Fuck.

"Atta girl, this what you wanted?"

You could only nod as you ground your hips against his hand, head tilting back to rest against his shoulder as you placed a hand on top of each of his own, pushing him to touch you harder. To leave his mark. To make it so that even when he had let you go, all you could feel was his touch.

"Yeah, didn't even need a spanking, did you? Just daddy's fat cock in your desperate little cunt, right?"

"Yes-yes, yes. Fuck, yes. Just needed you, Rick. Just daddy, please."

"What is it, baby? You close?"

You could tell from the way his voice wobbled, the way his muscles tensed behind you, the way his arms pulled you closer and his thrusts grew sloppy that he was too.

"Need to cum so bad-"

"Not until I say so, baby. I'm gonna cum so deep inside of you, gonna feel me for days. You want that?"

You couldn't help the tears that escaped you now, using every muscle in your body to try and stave off your orgasm as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. His words only turned you on further, breaths shuddered as you twisted your face to hide in the crook of his neck with tears leaking.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Look at me, yeah?"

You met his gaze, only to have him press his lips against yours. You moaned desperately against him, hissing as he bit your lip before running his lip over it to soothe it.

He twisted you around on his cock so your tender breasts were pressed against his chest once more, moving to press you against the bed as his hands held onto your hips for dear life. He leaned over your body, lips hovering over your own as your nails scratched along his back, so deep you were sure they'd leave marks.

Good, you thought. You were sure your own body would experience a similar fate.

He leaned down to your ear, just as your pretty hole fluttered desperately around his fat cock - "cum."

He had whispered it, but you heard it for what it was. An order your body was aching to give into.

You broke out into a delectable whine, body seizing as your cunt clenched around him and milked him for all he was worth. He groaned against your ear, fingers pressing so deep into your flesh that you were sure his handprints would be bruised and buried into your skin.

You found you didn't mind.

He rocked gently into your hips as you overcame your collective high, sighing softly into the space between your lips as his tongue dipped in searching for your own.

You pressed your lips against his with a quiet sigh as your tongue brushed against his tentatively, and Rick couldn't help but twitch inside your warm and sopping cunt.

Shit, maybe he should've spanked you sooner. Especially if it meant he'd end up with his cock in that warm place between your thighs.

And it was also safe to say Rick didn't leave you on your own again. No, instead you were attached to his hip - and his cock. And it didn't take long until the others had caught on, with one too many of them catching an eyeful of the sinful acts.

It was safe to say that you never really did ignore the man's orders again. Not unless you were feeling particularly desperate for his attention.

Rick couldn't help it, though. With your bratty attitude and pretty cunt he couldn't get enough. And you had to admit, there was something addictive about that dominating power he held being placed upon you with his undivided attention. Who wouldn't crave such a thing?

[soullvrs]

[ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 ]

in which [name] decided to take a vacation in a small town to visit, but his car broke down for lack of gas and snow prevented him from continuing. He had to ask for help because there were no houses in the forest, until he found an isolated house with a light inside.

warnings ; drug usage, aphrodisiac usage, explicit behavior from the male!reader?,nsfw, handjob, amab/male!reader.

With his hands on the steering wheel of his car, [Name] checked the time on his phone to see if it was getting late or not. [Name] couldn't tell the time because of the current temperature as he drives. Since this morning, the sky had been covered in darkness, and the air was almost as icy as the North Pole. So far, the clouds had started to rain and then snow while he was driving.

It was a long drive of about 32 minutes, and [name] was getting a little bored of sitting in the same chair, so he decided to put on some music to break up the quiet atmosphere. [Name] put on his favorite playlist and sang almost every song that came on until he lost his voice. "The road is so long..." [Name] was worried about the length of the journey, he couldn't pick up the speed because he risked an accident due to the icy road.

Suddenly, his vehicle stopped in the middle of the road, [Name] was surprised and tried to restart several times, but to no avail, he looked at the dashboard to see the fuel level, and it was zero. [Name] sighed, "Why is this happening to me?” He opened the door and got out of the car, frustrated by his avoidable oversight.

[Name] walked to the back of his car and opened the trunk, and there was nothing, not even a tank of gas. "Ugh..." he closed the trunk angrily, disappointed in himself. "If I call a tow truck, I'll have to wait in the cold for hours..." [Name] sniffed and got half of his body into the car, taking his car key and locking the door. He locked his car with the key. "Now I have to get help." [Name] wasn't warm enough, so he had to hurry up.

What an idea to leave without refueling. Worst of all, the car stopped in a forest with no houses. He walked into the woods, hoping to see a house, even though the chances were slim. As he walked, he began to lose sight of his car and went deeper into the forest, which he thought was quite dense. As he looked around, he began to lose hope until he spotted a house that was lit up, and without a doubt, he began to run toward it. When he finally reached the door, [Name] knocked on it. He waited in the cold for a few minutes before someone opened the door.

"Oh, uhm, hello ! I have a quick question: do you have any gas?" The man shook his head and said no, he didn't have any at the moment. "Ugh...shit." [Name] sighed. But the man interrupted him. "If you want, you can stay with me, and tomorrow we'll call a tow truck." His voice was captivating and reassuring. "Oh, um, okay, if you don't mind staying with me..." [Name] whispered with a rosy blush in his slightly embarrassed cheeks. The man let him in and smiled as he closed the door.

The inside of the house was so warm and pleasant, the first room was the living room, well decorated with carpets and paintings and several sofas and a cabinet with books and records. The fireplace in this living room was lit, warming his body.

"It took me a while to decorate and make it look clean, I’m glad that I can see you like it” The man smiled at him. In his opinion, he was so gorgeous, how could anyone hide his beauty in a pumped-up hole like this one ? The man's mauve hair matched his bright yellow eyes. His hair was long and looked soft and silky, stopping just above his shoulders. The man was wearing a white wool sweater that probably kept him warm, with a black baggy pant that really suited him well.

"Would you like some coffee or tea, you look like you caught a cold when you were out in the cold." [Name] was surprised, was he assuming he was sick, at the moment he didn't feel sick, maybe he was afraid of him getting sick which is so sweet from him, and it seemed more logical.

"Ah, I'd like some tea if you don't mind, but let's see how you're doing," the tall man turned back to him, almost heading for the kitchen before calling out to him. "Mikah, my name is Mikah, and your name is [Name] isn't it?" [Name]‘s heart sank to his feet, and went to a silent, how did he know his first name?

"Well, I'll go and make you some tea," he went into the kitchen, leaving [Name] in the living room, the man suddenly feeling uncomfortable with what he had just stated. He grabbed his forearm and squeezed his arm tightly, maybe he was hearing voices and going crazy from the cold? He looked for excuses not to change the mood between them, so there would be no awkward moments. Slowly breath out, as [Name] walked over to the table next to the living room and sat down on a chair to wait for his tea.

Mikah returned with two cups, one of coffee and one of tea. [Name] grinned nervously as he saw him coming, thinking back to the line he'd used a few minutes before. But he tried to motivate himself by smacking himself in the face with his thoughts.

The boy with the long hair put the cup of tea on the table in front of [Name] and sat down next to him, still with a sly smile on his lips. "You should drink it before it gets cold, tea is better hot than cold." [Name] smiled in return, his cheeks turning a little pink at his kindness, maybe he was wrong about him, but he was still a stranger, he shouldn't let his guard down.

Taking the handle of the cup, [Name] brought the bowl to his lips and blew on the tea before it touched his tongue. The tea was sweet, just like he liked it, but it had a strong smell, but he decided to ignore it.

When he finished the glass, his stomach hurt so suddenly, his heart began to beat strongly, making his chest ache. He felt tingling all over his body, his breathing becoming more and more intense and rapid because of all the sensations that were stimulating him enormously. His face grew hotter and hotter, and his blood rushed to his cheeks, turning them red.

What had he put in his tea, he should have known about his kindness and what he'd said before coming back. He turned his head and saw the man had stopped smiling and was holding an open sachet. [Name] squinted and read "aphrodisiac", his heart stopped for a second, so this is it?

[Name] closed his eyes, trying to control himself, trying to keep his modesty, but the man put his hand on his thigh and rubbed it next to his crotch. Mikah's mouth came close to his ear and whispered softly. "It's a shame you don't remember me, because this time you won't be able to escape me." He had been so desperate that if [Name] didn't even remember him, his only question was why.

Overwhelmed by his urges, he began to shed a tear. He tried to speak, but his tears flowed freely and would not let him speak. "What are you trying to say, honey?" He continued to caress his thigh, but he slightly moved closer to his hands to his already erect crotch. "Please make it stop" The effect of the drug was getting stronger and stronger, making him feel even hornier than before. While he was whining, Mikah unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants and shorts, exposing his member.

Before he took his cock, he spit on his palm for a silky smooth handjob, as grabbed his cock, touching it lightly with his fingertips. He teased it slightly by playing with the tips of his cock, which was leaking pre-cum. He gradually increased the friction and strength of his hands holding his dick firmly. [Name]’s moans became more and more slutty and lewd, he rolled back his eyes at the warmth of his body and at all that was happening now, overwhelming him. The male groaned, as he felt his eyelids grew heavier as the minutes passed by, he slowly closed his eyes without understanding he was going unconscious after overheating.

[flaresemily]

Mononoke Chapter 2

Bakeneko Arc - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

"For cutting down Mononoke" Kusuriuri finished.

"Y-you insolent fool!!!"

"Still talking that nonsense!!!

"What Mononoke!? How dare you!!"

"Shut up, my husband said nothing wrong!! And he is right, a Mononoke does exist, and so did ayaka---- "

Before Y/n could finish her sentence Yoshikuni cut her off.

"What's the trick of this" he asks while trying to open the sword of exorcism.

"There's no trick for that..."

"And no hidden mechanism either"

Then Odajima tries to open it while Yoshikuni interrogates Kusuriuri and Y/n .

"Can you unsheathe it?"

"It is not possible yet"

"Not yet, huh??"

Then Kusuriuri began to explain.

"First one must know its form, the truth, and the regret of the Mononoke to unsheathe the sword."

"You are an interesting man"

Then something fell out of Y/n ’s kimono. No one noticed it of course except for Y/n and Kusuriuri.

The 'thing' begin to move and slowly slither it’s way out of the room with success

"Not at all... there's nothing remarkable about me"

"I can't stand this anymore, to the guard house with him!!" He pointed the sword of exorcism to Kusuriuri

"You can't do that!!" The man with orange haori spoke up again

"Master Katsuyama!!"

"This matter is of great concern to our house."

Then they heard a woman shriek. All of them turn to the sound.

There they saw Lady Mizue passed out while Sato was trying to wake her up.

"Hey! Call a doctor!"

"Yahei"

"Sir!"

"Call doctor Tsubouchi to the house"

"Yes sir"

"Hold it Yahei" Kusuriuri spoke

"You better not step outside" he adds

"The barrier isn't complete yet" he continues,

"Shut up, enough!!" Katsuyama says

"Listen, don't say anything unnecessary" Katsuyama adds

Oh how Y/n wanted to strangle this man to death, how she wishes she could turn him into her plaything, and make him drown in her newly made poison.

Kusuriuri notices the aura his wife is giving out so the only thing he could do is calm her down by looking at her.

Even when he truly wishes to hold her and caress her bump but...that can wait.

She noticed him looking at her and understood the meaning.

"Just tell him Lady Mizue is ill and bring him here.”

"Yes sir!"

Thus, he walked away.

The atmosphere in the room didn't change...Y/n is still feeling uncomfortable because of the rope that has been tied around her growing stomach and it kept hurting her.

"Send a messenger to the Shiono family"

"My lord, it's still early for that"

"Why?"

"What would they think if they learned about Lady Mao's sudden death."

At this point Y/n had stopped listening to the conversation and started to concentrate on the 'thing' she sent out earlier.

And that 'thing' is her pet...snake.

It was a gift given to her by her uncle and she named it Kio.

With the snake

As it slither its way out and around the house...it didn't sense anything around it. Until, he tried to take a little look at the 'bride' . That was when he finally noticed that behind the old man...

Was a suspicious wall.

'Why can I feel the wind from it?' that was what it thought.

So it slither its way 'inside' the wall and what he found isn't very good...

Sadly it was cut short by noise from outside the wall.

(The snake kinda has the same power like chachamaru?? From demon slayer)

When the snake was about to slither its way out...it couldn't...as if it was trapped.

Outside

Y/n immediately knew something was wrong because she could see 'it'. Just then, they heard a bell ringing.

"Is Yahei back? Why is he taking so long" Katsuyama questioned.

"The doctor probably has many other things to attend to," a man with green haori says.

"Our problem is serious!! I don't care about his other matters!!"

'Ego much, those things will only get you killed...serve you right, that's what you get for shouting at my husband!'

Y/n was smiling happily on the outside, to the point her husband smiled a bit as if knowing what she was thinking about.

As they keep fighting Y/n nose has started to pick up some 'unwelcome' smell that makes her want to vomit. Kusuriuri moves a bit to kneel by her side and whispers to her.

"Do you see anything unusual?"

".....no...but I--"

Before she could finish her sentence, Kusuriuri had already moved his attention to Odajima.

Then suddenly a lot of droplets of blood suddenly came down from the roof. Kusuriuri's eyes widened at the sight.

And before anything else could happen Kusuriuri appeared in front of Odajima and kicked him in the stomach.

There...a figure fell down...and it was Yahei.

A scream was let out. And before Y/n knew it she was breathing heavily because of the sight it was too....gory for her body to handle

"Where did he come from" the man with green haori said before looking above but there was no sign of any hole being made.

"It's coming," Kusuriuri said before ripping the rope like it was nothing.

"You!!!" Before Odajima could attack him...he was stopped by the sword of exorcism in front of him.

He quickly put all his talisman around the room and quickly untied the rope around Y/n before resuming putting the talisman around every room and every corner of the room.

If Y/n could witness the way he put the talisman she surely will laugh and tease him about it but sadly she can't because apparently the blood makes her feel sick. It was a nuisance to her.

"It is dangerous to be alone...you are better off with someone" he added before putting the talisman at the last room where the corpse of lady Mao and the master was put.

Then he walks to Y/n side and kneels before giving her something to eat.

Y/n was shocked because she didn't expect her husband to have some food on him. On top of that just the food that she's been craving a lot...and that is....onigiri with banana in it, along with tuna of course.

Y/n happily ate it and there were atleast 5 to 6 onigiri with the same flavor, don't ask how he had it...he just did. I mean... anything for his wife.

There were scratching sounds. And all the talismans have started to change from white to black to red.

"Don't worry it cannot enter"

"It??"

Y/n who was still eating is trying to inform her husband about what her snake Kio found out, but sadly her mouth is too full, and she’d rather eat a lot and become fat rather than informing the news.

Because to her....food is much more important than anything.

Flashback

There was one time when they faced a 'stronger' Mononoke. Her husband was having a hard time finding out the 'truth' and 'regret' and almost got himself killed while his own wife was happily eating all the food that is served on the dining table.

Luckily or unluckily....the Mononoke had hit the table where Y/n was still eating and she was not happy about it that she literally cursed at the Mononoke to the point it couldn't handle her 'nagging'. Y/n also used her 'power' to hold that Mononoke down so it wouldn't escape her. She had it in a death grip.

It quickly tells Kusuriuri what it's 'truth' and 'regret' is and bam!! The Mononoke is gone... sadly it's up to Kusuriuri to satisfy his wife who is now poor. That~ lead her to get pregnant. =)

Back to the story....

The whole room shakes while Y/n try to cover her precious baby a.k.a the food.

Then suddenly Odajima spoke.

"I don't know what tricks you are playing but I'm going to get to the bottom of this!!" He then proceeded to open the door.

Kusuriuri's eyes widened

Before he could do anything, Y/n ran past him and pulled Odajima by his collar then quickly sealed the door with the talisman Kusuriuri gave her before getting tied up in case of an emergency.

As soon as Y/n seals the door...it stops shaking.

"It's presence has faded"

"What was that!?"

"I couldn't see it's form"

Y/n sighed and Kusuriuri looked at them.

"I told you, it's a Mononoke" he said

"If you humans truly have brain you surely would know already dumbass"

Y/n add before walking to her husband with a twinkle in her eyes and a 'my dear beloved otto do you have more food' look.

Kusuriuri just looks at his wife and sighs.

"If you step outside the barrier you become a prey of it" Kusuriuri continued

"But of course the barrier won't hold it for long~" Y/n smirk at Odajima’s scared figure.

"If we leave it as if...then we end up like them" he gestures to the dead people in the room such as Yahei and Lady Mao.

"The Mononoke should be cut down...but in order for the sword of exorcism to unsheathe the condition must be met" he says kneeling In front of Odajima.

"The form, truth and regret must be displayed In front of the sword."

"First the form" he says and takes something off from Odajima haori.

"Fur??" Odajima asks

"It's a ghost cat," Kusuriuri answered.

Then, the sword made a small 'tink' sound, indicating that it was the correct answer to the 'form' of the Mononoke.

"The interviewed fates of men gave it's form"

"So I ask everyone" he slowly lifted the sword and showed it to everyone.

"To tell me the truth and regret" he finishes.

".... Kusuriuri" Y/n begin

"Yes my love?" He ask

"I'm hungry" Y/n add

Everyone was silence...until

"Hey, I'm about to drink sake," Yoshikuni says.

"Someone get me some more!"

No one moves....

"Sato!" He shouted.

"Yes right away!!" Sato replies before she adds.

"Kayo go and get it!!!"

"Eh!!!"

"Hurry, go and fetch the good sake!! You know where we keep it"

"I-i don't want to"

"What do you mean!!"

"he asked you to get it!!!!"

Kayo shivers in fear, "I don't want to leave this room."

"How dare you talk back to me!!"

Kusuriuri started to walk towards the exit.

Odajima notices him.

"Hey!! Where do you think you're going?"

"Kusuriuri!!" Y/n add

"I need some salt" he stop "I might as well get the sake too"

"Let me go with you Kusuriu---" Y/n was cut off

"No need...you can stay here...you must be tired from all the walking with your swollen feet..." He assured her.

"Okay...be careful" Y/n added not before accidentally seeing Kayo blushing at her husband's statement.

"Don't move unless I tell you so!!" Odajima says get up.

"It will come for us again..."

"I need to be ready for it."

"No way!! Stay put!!" Odajima shouted.

While Y/n was thinking a hundred ways to remind Kayo about Kusuriuri being her husband. Also couldn't she see that Y/n was heavily pregnant or something? I mean....her stomach is bigger than normal even when she was just 5 months along.

"You haven't earned my trust yet!!"

"Then why don't you come with me?"

He carries his wooden ‘box’.

"I’d appreciate it if you do"

"Sure I will!!"

"I'm sorry that I'm foiling your one and only chance to escape," Odajima states proudly.

"I'm opening it" he removed the talisman that his own wife put on.

"I'm sure I am lucky to have a bodyguard." He smirks that only Y/n notice because of her sharp eyes.

"Then I'm going as well," Kayo states.

Well...that did make Y/n ’s blood boil.

"I want to come too Kusuriuri!!" She says not to give up.

"Y/n ...." He kneels in front of her and pat her head.

"Protect them in the meantime...I can only trust you to make sure no one...gets out of this room okay" he smiled at her.

Y/n only pouted at her husband's answer and sadly nodded.

"Fine...I will protect them..."

Now for Y/n pov (not really her pov)

As Y/n waited for her husband to return, she just sat on the floor caressing her pregnant stomach.

"Lady....you truly believe him?" Yoshikuni ask

(‼️‼️This did not happen in anime just what I created to happen for this book‼️‼️)

"What do you mean??" Y/n ask

"Your husband is out with a female...are you not afraid?? Or scared??" He taunts her.

"No he will never cheat!!"

"I never said anything about cheating..." He smirks as if he caught her in the act.

Y/n flinch from his statement.

"What I was saying is... aren't you scared he might get killed?? That's my real question...never guessed you'd say anything about cheating " he finished then laughed out loud.

"You human...be lucky that I was here to protect all of you!!! If it wasn't for him you all would be dea---" Y/n fought back.

"Now, now, lady...is that a way to speak to the 'elderly' "

Y/n could only pray that her husband would return quickly because she was this close to killing Yoshikuni and everyone here.

"But...that could possibly happen right?? The cheating part" he added.

And there was it...the final point...

"You piece of shi----!!!!"

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(Otto - Husband)

Yay another chapter done.... first time writing a long chapter 😅😅 sorry for any grammar mistake

[atzjieun]

she's ours

summary | ateez are not thrilled about jieun’s interactions with other men 

circa | april 2021

contains | 1.8k words, jealous!teez, fluff + sunji interactions !! 

notes | bold italics = english, this will be the only time i ever acknowledge that kingdom exists. (sincerely, a traumatized golcha + ptg stan)

“Stay close, Jieunie.”

Jieun could feel the light tug of Yunho’s hand on her arm as they walked down the stairs, relieved that filming had finally concluded. It was only the first day, but the long hours and lack of sleep left her exhausted, and she was glad she could get out of the view of the cameras before her mood started to show.

Who knows what the editors could do with that footage. 

Jieun chuckled at his concern but allowed him to maintain his grip on her sleeve as they made their way to their dressing room. “Oppa, I think I’ll be ok.” 

“Ya, Song Jieun!” 

The sudden calling of the girl’s name caused her to freeze in the middle of the waiting area, along with the other members of ATEEZ. They all looked back to the source of the voice, noticing the members of THE BOYZ quickly approaching, presumably on their way to their own dressing room. 

“Geez, Sunwoo. You don’t have to be so aggressive,” Jieun said, shaking her head. She took a step toward him, not noticing Yunho’s slight disappointment as he reluctantly released her arm. 

“What was I supposed to do if you kept on ignoring me?” he complained. “You didn’t even make eye contact with me during filming!”  

Jieun rolled her eyes, giving him a light shove. “You deserve it, considering you didn’t even tell me you’d be here.” 

“Neither did you!” Sunwoo protested. 

“Sophie! It’s good to see you again,” Jacob said as he approached the two, stopping beside his member. 

She smiled at him, nodding. “You too! It’s been almost 4 years, hasn’t it?” 

Before he could respond, more members of THE BOYZ showed up, each greeting the girl as they walked by.  

“Jieun! You’re so tall now!” Younghoon said, smiling at her. Jieun bowed back, reciprocating the smile as she waved at him. While the rest of the group continued on their way, Sunwoo stayed behind, as well as Jacob.  

“Wait, you know them?” 

Jieun looked over her shoulder, eyebrows raising as she saw the baffled expressions on her members’ faces, though Sunwoo spoke up before she could. 

“Jieun and I grew up on the same street and our parents are friends,” he explained. “She also came to our debut showcase in 2017.” 

A few of her members’ jaws dropped as they stared at her. Upon noticing this, Jieun frowned, tilting her head. 

“I thought you guys already knew?” She was met with blank looks and head shakes. “Remember when we were trainees and I said I was going to go see a friend’s performance?” 

“We thought you meant a school performance!” 

Jieun shook her head. “It was their debut showcase. My brother and I went to go support Sunwoo and that’s where I met everyone else.” She turned her attention back to the boy, eyes narrowing as she looked him up and down. “Anyways, Jihoon-oppa says hi. And to call him.”  

Sunwoo chuckled. “How is he, by the way?” 

“He’s having the time of his life in med school,” Jieun said with a small chuckle. “Him and Yerin-unnie are still dating too.” 

“Has he popped the question yet?” 

“No, but I think they’re waiting until after he finishes school to-” 

Jieun was cut off as she felt two hands placed on both of her shoulders, Seonghwa standing behind her. She looked past him, only then noticing that the rest of her members had retreated to their dressing room. He gave a tight-lipped smile to the two idols.  

“Sorry, we need to head out soon,” he said with a polite nod. 

“Yeah, we should probably get going too,” Sunwoo said, glancing over at Jacob, who nodded. He looked back at Jieun and narrowed his eyes. “Respond to my messages for once, will ya?” 

Jieun rolled her eyes lightheartedly, letting out a single chuckle and waving as Sunwoo and Jacob walked off. She turned around, following the eldest back into their dressing room where the other members were already waiting. 

“Jieun! Glad you could join us,” Yunho said the moment she stepped foot into the room, a sharpness in his tone she hadn’t heard in a while. Although confused, she slowly took her seat on the couch beside San. 

“Yeah, we thought you’d never stop talking to those guys,” Jongho remarked airily. 

Yeosang nodded. “You seemed really comfortable with them.” 

A frown made its way onto Jieun’s face as she glanced around the room, the other members seemingly preoccupied by their phones, though it was clear they were just trying to avoid her gaze.

“Did I do something wrong?” she asked, looking over at their leader. Even he didn’t want to look at her. “If I did something wrong, I’m sorry, but I can’t correct my behaviour if you guys don’t tell me why you’re upset with me.” 

The members exchanged glances over her head, their silence causing her heart to drop. Suddenly, San wrapped his arms around the girl, squeezing her tightly. 

“We’re so sorry, Jieunie! You did nothing wrong!” He pressed his face into her shoulder, voice reducing to a whisper when he next spoke. “Please don’t leave us for them.” 

Confusion and bewilderment spread across her face as she held onto his arm. “Oppa, what? Why would you ever think-” Jieun paused, mouth left agape as she looked up at her other members. “Wait. Are you guys…jealous?” 

Their lack of response spoke volumes, the air so thick it could be sliced with a knife. Jieun carefully pried San’s arms off her before bringing herself to her feet. She walked to the side of the room, turning so she could face all the members at once. 

“You guys are always telling me I should talk to more people,” she reasoned, crossing her arms. “And I’ve known Sunwoo since I was like 6. He’s part of the reason I became an idol.” 

“But still, you don’t have to be so friendly with them,” Wooyoung whined. “You’re a member of ATEEZ, not THE BOYZ.” 

Jieun took a deep breath as she bit on her lower lip, trying to fight the smile that threatened to spread across her face. 

“Oppa, if it wasn’t for Sunwoo, I wouldn’t be a member of ATEEZ,” she said, earning a few surprised sounds from the others. “Remember how I said I was scouted in a convenience store? I thought it was a scam, but Sunwoo was the one who convinced me to audition for the company just in case it wasn’t. If he didn’t, I probably wouldn’t be here now. And do you guys remember that snack basket we got when we debuted?” 

“The one you said was from your brother?” Jongho asked. 

Jieun nodded in response. “Yeah, it was from Sunwoo. My brother and I used to stay over at his house a lot when our parents were busy at the hospital. His home became ours for a while, and he literally refers to me as his younger sister.” She sighed as her gaze flicked between each member, the guilt evident on their faces. “But you guys are my family too, and I promise I’d never leave you guys for another group. You’re the only boys I’d willingly stay stuck with.” 

“Jieunie, we’re sorry for being jealous.” Seonghwa walked over to her, draping his arms over her shoulders and tucking her head under his chin. 

“It’s ok,” she said, the corners of her mouth curving upwards as they rocked back and forth. One by one, the other members approached them to engulf the girl in a hug, effectively trapping her in the middle. 

“Now you can never leave,” Wooyoung cackled. 

San grinned. “You’re stuck with us forever.”  

Jieun sighed, welcoming the warmth from the multiple bodies surrounding her. She wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. 

BONUS #1: 

Sunwoo leaned his head against the car window and closed his eyes, grateful for the short chance to rest after a long day of filming. They were headed to the company for more rehearsals, so he knew this would be his only moment of peace for at least a couple hours.

The peace was short-lived, however, as his phone buzzed in his pocket. He let out a small groan as he took out his phone, squinting down at the screen. 

Jieun: Hello Sunwoo! This is Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Jieun: Thank you for bringing Jieun to us. We’ll be forever grateful. Jieun: But she’s ours now <3 No take-backs.

The message was accompanied by a photo of the group, all eight male members surrounding an exasperated Jieun, who stared at the camera with a tired expression. 

Sunwoo snorted, quickly typing out a response. 

Me: I understand, Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ🫡 Jieun: oh my god Jieun: wooyoung-oppa stole my phone Jieun: don’t mind him. he’s weird Jieun: tell everyone else i say hi, btw!  Jieun: cuz idk if my members will let me next time 💀 Me: I will, don’t worry

Sunwoo clicked off the conversation before going to his group chat with his own members. 

Me: Jieun says hi to everyone who she couldn’t say hi to before btw Haknyeon: Aw, Jieunie’s so adorable Changmin: Can we trade her for Eric?  Eric: What the heck man Me: No. Her members actually like their maknae Eric: :(  

BONUS #2: 

“How old is the youngest amongst you guys?” Changsub asked from across the room. 

Jieun looked back at her members with wide eyes, all of whom motioned for her to put her hand up. Hesitantly, she raised her hand alongside I.N. 

“I was born in 2001,” I.N said. Jieun nodded quietly.  

“So was I.” 

“You’re 10 years younger than me, and 11 years younger than these two,” Changsub said, motioning to his members and eliciting a few gasps from the other idols, along with silent laughter. “So you guys are the same age. When are your birthdays?” 

Jieun glanced over, making quick eye contact with I.N before gesturing for him to speak first. Behind her, she could hear her members’ quiet snickering, clearly enjoying all the attention on their youngest member. Jieun looked back, shooting them a quick glare before holding her mic up, waiting for I.N to say his birthday before replying with her own. 

“Ah, so you were almost born in 2002,” Eunkwang said with a small sigh. A couple seconds of silence passed as he looked over at his members before eventually turning back to her. “Jieun-ah, you can call us uncles.” 

Laughter burst throughout the room, the loudest coming from her own members. Jieun’s jaw dropped before putting her hands over her face, heat rushing to her cheeks. She waved her arms at them, shaking her head. 

“No, it’s ok, sunbaenim.” Jieun took in a deep breath, subtly elbowing Wooyoung behind her, the boy still bent over in laughter. 

“Our baby Jieunie~” Jongho teased, causing her to narrow her eyes at him. 

Jieun eventually sighed, nodding in defeat and hoping that this wouldn’t be something her members would bring up in the future. 

(It would. It definitely would.)

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