#anyone else play uncharted??

[midnigtartist]

My girls got 8 Wis leave her alone

[aouiaa]

NOT JUST ANYONE’S | A. ANDERSON

warnings and disclaimers, (enemies to lovers), porn w plot (yay), a word count of 15k+?!, wlw content, mean!abby, jealous/delusional!abby, mentions of reader’s hair, abby being a book wormy, abby describes the reader as a goddess (once), fluff, angst, different povs, bullying, light workplace mistreatment, SEXUAL CONTENT, mean/softdom!abby, sub!reader, semi-public sex (hospital’s office), panties stealing, spanking, cunnilingus, fingering, hair pulling, masturbation, usage of a vibrator (once), scissoring, squirting, nipple play, degradation, body workship/praising, overstimulation, usage of pet names (baby, babe, pretty girl, good girl, dirty girl), cum eating, mutiple orgasms, DARK CONTENT, stalking, act of stealing narcotics, cursing, jealousy, alcohol/drug consumption, mentions of inflicting harm on others, acts of frame-up.

TAPE THAT MOUTH SHUT, this is probably one of the biggest/questionable pieces of art i’ve done. though it’s FINALLY fucking done idk how to feel honestly. i just feel like i have such an emotional bind to each and every piece of work i have done. this is my baby, the full nine months and everything, and now the world will see her for her. i feel like a mother watching her baby go off to kindergarten. :”(

ONESHOT PREVIEW | ABBY ANDERSON’S MASTERLIST

PRESENT TIME

saints mary’s hospital - 2:30 am on a saturday morning

the saying goes, “it’s not about how you start, it’s how you finish.” didn’t quite apply. time seemed to move in a blur, making it impossible to piece together a coherent thought. the room filled only with the echoes of your loud, wanton sounds mingling with abby’s, far removed from anything deemed professional. however you weren't concerned with those details, not at all. with the way abby was able to extract those sounds from your throat was almost painful.

almost.

abby derived an addiction from your pleasure. each moment of ecstasy seemed to fuel her further, driving her to amplify the tempo and depth of her ministrations. as the room filled with the lewd symphony of flesh meeting flesh and intertwined heavy breaths, something stirred within abby. something unfamiliar, uncharted. normally, she would exhibit unrivaled confidence during intimate encounters, but with you, it was different—more intense, deeper. a desperate craving to be perfect, to ensure you'd never seek anyone else, but her. she’d hate to admit it, but the realization gnaws at her: the longing for you even after this is over.

"who's making you cum tonight?" abby questioned the obvious, but her arrogance tone underlined the strong need for reassurance. your moans were her only response, and while she adored the sweet sounds, she craved more. a sudden shift in her fingers’ movements made you yell out, "you, abby.” your words punctuated by cries of pleasure.

abby's fingers, now confined within your tight grip, sensed the growing tension, the impending eruption, the imminent of your orgasm. "uh-huh, come for me," she ordered, "let me hear who’s making a mess of you."

the warnings of your impending release came with fervor, each thrust hastening to the inevitable snap of the tightening band in your abdomen. then when it did, a cry rang out, loud and clear, as her name left your lips in tandem with your essence painting her features. in this haze of euphoria, you suddenly find a sense of clarity, wondering how in all worlds did you end up in this situation, in the arms— or rather the mouth of your boss?

MONTHS BEFORE

saints mary’s hospital - 3:20 am on a monday night

the staff room was still mostly quiet, the faint sounds of a few muttered conversations and the soft hum of the fluorescent bulb created a low hum of background noise to complement the bigger situation in hand. you had just finished discarding your dirty gloves and discovered that some residue had clung to your uniform, prompting a soft groan of disgust to escape your lips.

you picked up another clean uniform and quickly changed into it, your mind wandering to the series of events that led you to this moment. working in a hospital meant dealing with a never-ending slew of new problems each day, some imprinting themselves in your memory more vividly than others.

and this time was memorable—at least for the night —for an aggravating sense. it was a vomiting incident in room nine that not only you witnessed, but you were also permitted to clean up after. fun, you thought sarcastically as you trudged your way with a bucket and sponge. nonetheless here you were, the aftermath, running a hand through your uniform to smooth out any wrinkles with your other hand on the doorknob, taking a long, exasperated intake prior to stepping out.

with a final exhale, you turned the knob and stepped out into the main hospital ward. the familiar sounds of hushed conversations and the constant hum of machinery filled your ears as you walked through the hallways.

with your desk in your line of sight now, your body starts to move faster as the thought of getting some much needed rest sets in. despite that, you took a quick glance around, searching for her presence, but finding no resemblance.

a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you settled into the plush chair, the cushions embracing your tired body. hands squeezing the pads provided on the arm’s office chair, this was heaven. but satan herself wouldn’t let that alleviation last for long, she never does. not in this hospital. your body suddenly tensed up and jerked forward as the sound of a hand slamming into the surface of your desk reached your ears. fuck, you thought, your head automatically turning to see the horned asshole with the little tail stuck up her ass.

“what the fuck was that back there, huh? i’ve had people complaining left and right.” she spoke, her face contorted with anger. you knew that was a lie, only there to further embarrass you in front of everyone. the “great” abby anderson was known to make something bigger than it actually was. but you’d be lying if you didn’t say that disruption left you breathless, seemed like all and any explanation that could clear your name left you, but even if you did, would it even work? or would abby deem it as a barely acceptable excuse, or quote “a three year old can lie better than you” excuse?

you could hardly breathe, your mind racing to try to explain yourself. every mistake seemed to be met with harsh criticism, and it was taking its toll on you. your voice wavered as you stuttered out a singular word in response: “what?”

abby’s expression only hardened further, her voice mocking your supposed ignorance. “couldn’t you see the medication you gave her was gonna result in nausea?”

each word was enunciated with sharp frustration, as if you were supposed to have known better, but you didn’t know. it wasn’t stated on the patient's file that she’d react like that. you followed protocol, knowing the consequences if you didn't, and followed through based on the information in hand. you weren’t in the wrong, and you explained that to abby.

though she didn’t seem to care at all, instead her words echoed through your mind like a painful reminder; you keep it up, and you’ll end up on your ass in front of this hospital.

her threat sent a pang of dread through you, and the loud thud of her office door shutting only added to your sinking feeling. you let out a heavy sigh, bringing your hand up to your eyes and rubbing them, trying to ward off the exhaustion and anxiety swirling within you.

your thoughts were interrupted as you realized the truth behind abby’s threat. you had a proven record as a dedicated and skilled employee, and deep down, you knew abby knew it too. there was a reason she couldn’t just fire you on a whim —she needed a valid justification to complete that pesky employee termination form sitting on her desk.

as you pondered on these thoughts, you let out a resigned sigh, the threat suddenly feeling less intimidating and more like a broken record you heard over and over again.

FIVE DAYS LATER

saints mary’s hospital - 11:01 pm on a saturday night

there was a newfound sense of comfort that accompanied your realization. although abby’s words still stung and cut deeply, you now had a silent reassurance— a knowledge that her threats were ultimately empty, that mere words could do nothing. your mind was now at ease, knowing that despite her harshness, she couldn’t truly harm you. the thought gave you a strange sense of power, even as she spewed her usual cruelty.

with your profound resilience, you found yourself feeling more lively and vibrant than before. you no longer fretted over every small mistake or worry constantly about doing your job wrong. your once reserved and introverted self now blossomed, making connections and building friendships where there had been none before.

amelia, the colleague who sat beside you for a year, but whom you had never truly spoken to, was now a friend, and the two of you formed a bond beyond just work-related interaction.

“darling, it’s wishful thinking that the inferno herself would let you off so easily,” amelia teases, the soft pads of her fingertips dancing along the keys of her keyboard. her familiar british accent rolls off and into your ear, making you scoff.

“it’s just for a day.” you mumble, your hands flipping the page to the never-ending paperwork waiting for you. you stop and look at amelia who’s now reclined in her chair, arms crossed with a knowing smirk.

“oh love,” laughed amelia, her playful jab at your wishful thinking only making her more endearing. “i’d love to entertain your rather ludicrous idea, but in doing so would be criminal!”

her words stung a little, you knew she was right, but hearing her say it out loud had you clenching your jaw slightly. abby would never agree to letting you take a day off from the hospital, it seemed like the whole place would fall apart without your presence.

and while it felt like an honor— at times. you longed for just one day off, a single day to rest amongst the countless days spent diligently working at the hospital. how criminal could that be? as amelia called it, you felt your shoulders sag and nodding quietly in resignation. your features must have betrayed your disappointment, as amelia swiftly noticed and placed a comforting hand on your shoulder.

amelia smiled sympathetically, her eyes soft as she saw your frustration. “cheer up, darling. it was just a quip.” she said softly, her tone filled with comfort.

you tried to hold back your tears when you spoke, your voice faltering as you looked up at amelia. “It's not that. i just… work my ass off, and don't even get the recognition i deserve.” your words trailed off as you let out a frustrated sigh. “and it's not like i’m just looking for that.” you pause to mend the right words together. “just some sort of break from it all.” you quickly sniffle, attempting to hide the tears that had escaped from your eyes during your confession. your embarrassment was evident as you turned away, trying to compose yourself. “god, i’m sorry for this.” you sighed heavily, reaching for a tissue to wipe away your tears.

amelia pats your shoulder, her voice filled with understanding. “no, no, i get it, darling. you need a break as much as anyone does in this bloody facility. perhaps more than hamburger-munching samson over there.” she quips, referring to a less than efficient employee.

you let out a tearful laugh, your grin still tinged with sadness. “yeah.” you agreed, your voice heavy with resignation.

amelia smiled warmly at your smile, her hand giving your thigh a comforting pat. “go ask her, and if she doesn't oblige, tell her i'll cover for you.”

her sweet words of offering to cover for you had you fighting back tears again, determined to not further burden her with your crying, and managed to let out a shaky chuckle.

you try to protest, feeling a pang of guilt for potentially inconveniencing her. “you don't have to do that.” you say softly.

however, amelia is resolute, dismissing your objections with a firm, yet gentle push. “no darling,” she replies firmly. “i don’t, but i want to. now go on.” her insistence is unwavering, and you can see that she will not take no for an answer.

with a resigned sigh of “okay”, you straighten your shoulders and approach the entrance to abby's office. a quick glance back at amelia sees her raising her thumbs in a gesture of encouragement to go ahead. you return a grateful smile before turning back around and lifting your hand to knock on the door. but before your knuckles make contact, the door swings open, revealing abby.

you freeze in surprise, caught off guard by the sudden appearance of abby before you even had the chance to knock on the door. you realize you must look like a fool, standing there frozen with your arm raised in the air. feeling a sudden pang of self-consciousness, you quickly lower your arm and bring your other hand up to cup it gently, almost as if you could somehow conceal your awkward position.

abby’s smile catches you off guard, surprised to see her display such genuine happiness at your surprised arrival. "oh—there you are.” she says.

you stand there, slightly confused by her unexpected demeanor. her next words, spoken calmly, further perplexed you: "come in." this gentle tone is unfamiliar coming from her, as she's never used it with you before, reserving it only for the presence of supervisors.

she leaves the door open for you, a silence gesture for you to enter before taking her seat at her desk. "i was going to call for you, but it seems like you heard my call telepathically." she quips, chuckling at her own joke.

you internally scoff at her stupid joke, quietly shutting the door behind you as you enter her office. "well, don't just stand there, sit." she instructs, her smile still uncharacteristically cheerful— almost eerie. you can't help but wonder if this is all just an act, a facade that will undoubtedly crack like it always does, given abby's fiery nature. however, you comply silently, watching her sift through documents on her desk.

you struggled to keep yourself from asking what she was searching for after you caught a glimpse of it being the employee files. your heart began to race as an oppressive silence enveloped the room, fueling your nerves. was she looking for your file? was this gonna be the moment when she’d reveal the anticipated reason to use on that dreaded employee termination form? your mind swarmed with questions, each more pressing than the last. how much more can you deal with this suspense looming over your shoulder like the grim reaper.

you attempt to speak in a firm tone, but your voice betrays you, wavering at the edges. “why are you so happy?” your own curiosity battling with a sense of reluctance to hear the answer.

“and why are you so gloomy?” she taunts with a smirk, chuckling. “put a smile on that face for me, yeah? you’re gonna do me a big favor.” she admits, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she mentions the word “favor.” finally finding the paper she had been searching for, she slid it across her desk in your direction. the paper contains the resume of someone you’re unfamiliar with, and your curiosity piqued.

"this is cassidy mcclair," she pauses. "and you'll be her mentor for the week. she's the new replacement nurse after what happened to poor old sadie." a pang of irritation stabs at you as abby uses a condescending tone when mentioning sadie. her untimely demise still weighed heavily on your mind.

you inadvertently let out a scoff as you cross your arms, immediately regretting the impulsive action. abby glances up at you, arching her eyebrow before speaking.

"is there a problem?" her question rhetorical, signaling her indifference to your potential objection. however, you're determined to express your feelings, regardless if rhetorical or not. you werent gonna give some half-ass smile and nod. after all, it wouldn’t be the first time your opinionated mind got you into trouble, as abby so often reminded you.

you respond with a defiant tone, your words clearly expressing your dissatisfaction. “yeah, there is actually.” you retort, your arms remaining defiantly crossed. “you’re supposed to do this. not me.”

abby chuckles at your boldness, her expression growing serious as she responds, “that was rhetorical, surely anyone with a hint of common sense would catch on. frankly, i don’t give a fuck if it is.” she dismisses your argument, beginning to organize the documents on her desk, grabbing the paper in front of you without sparing an eye, her attention now focused elsewhere. despite your differences, you remain silent, yet seething within at her dismissive response.

“be here at eight pm sharp on monday.” she adds, ending the conversation on her terms.

so much for a day off..

AN HOUR AFTER

hospital’s break room - 1:17 am on a sunday morning

after your unsolicited meeting with abby, your emotions were overflowing and the need to confide in someone was at an all time high. though the term 'confide' may be a stretch, considering you practically unloaded your frustrations to the mere mention of "hey, heard you had a meeting with the boss?"

“she didn’t even let me speak, once!” you exclaim, frustration seeping through each and every word, punctuating your sentence with lifting your pointed finger.

talia responds with a sympathetic tone, saying, “she tends to do that..” her words trail off, and you can almost feel the strain in her voice, knowing that she’s the unsuspecting recipient of your pent-up frustrations.

“right! god, she’s so fucking…” you trail off, trying to find the right word to describe her. “infuriating!” you say louder than anticipated.

she looks up from the coffee maker, surprise etched on her face as other heads turn towards you, startled by your outburst. you sheepishly mutter an apology before letting out a dejected sigh. trying to lighten the mood, you force a smile and lean against the counter. "so, have you had to do any of abby's dirty work too?" you quirk an eyebrow.

the long haired girl chuckles at your antics, her gaze fixated on the coffee maker as it slowly fills her cup with the dark, yet energizing substance. she turns her attention back to you, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "yeah, actually.” she replies, her voice filled with good-natured sass. "but she made the task sound much kinder when she assigned it." she jested.

you jokingly say, "oh, fuck you," to which she responds with a playful eyeroll, but then curiosity takes over. "but really?" you ask curiously. "how'd it go?"

a dreaded sigh escapes talia’s lips as she recounts her memories of being assigned to mentor a new employee. the mirth vanishes from your expression as she begins to share her experience, the once lighthearted atmosphere replaced by a sense of foreboding.

“oh, terrible," talia responds through the sigh, her laugh edged with strain before looking back at the coffee maker, which is about a quarter away from being done. "sometimes, i wondered what would be inside her head if i were to cut it open. a brain made out of putty, or no brain at all?" her words make you wince as you begin to imagine what your own experience might be like. the idea of being a mentor to a complete idiot was less than appealing.

talia takes notice of your nervousness and quickly tries to reassure you, saying, "but i assure you, your experience won't be like mine." she offers a nervous smile, hoping to alleviate your concerns.

you respond with an uneasy chuckle and a reluctant "yeah.” not truly convinced by her reassurance. you know that only time will tell if her words will hold true, and so you find yourself resigned to the fact that you'll have to impatiently wait until monday to find out.

THREE DAYS LATER

your home - 6:03 am on a monday morning

the incessant blaring of your alarm felt like background noise for the past three minutes, though you've been wide awake for about ten minutes prior to its start. last night, sleep eluded you, as anxiety and exhaustion plagued your thoughts. you had hoped that your previous activities on your day off would tire you and help you sleep, but unfortunately, that was not the case. you had laid awake for an extra hour, struggling until sleep finally took over.

your anxiety, semi-dissociative state can be attributed to your "big day" ahead, as abby had nicknamed it. the thought of the unknown had you sweating bullets. not to mention, your boss’s words that stayed with you like crazy glue, stubbornly stuck in your mind. with reluctance, you forced yourself out of bed and into the bathroom.

as you turn on the faucet, the soft meows of your kitty-cat, charles, reach your ears. your face lights up with a smile as you turn and spot him. you kneel down, showering him with a few gentle pets as he responds with a pleased purr. "hey, buddy," you whisper, planting a kiss on his head. you then stand up to check the water temperature, only to huff in frustration when it doesn't meet your desired level. turning to the kitty by your side, you murmur, "i know, bud. lemme feed you while i wait for the water."

the kitty yowls eagerly and paws at your legs, anticipating its food. you repeatedly tap the can's bottom against the bowl until the food finally falls free, landing on the plate. the cat's excitement escalates as it watches you kneel down to place the plate on the ground. chuckling, you observe the kitty pounce on the food as soon as it touches the ground.

“eat up, spud.” you give your feline friend one last pat before walking away to the bathroom. you undress and check the water's temperature once more, finding it to your liking. with a satisfied nod, you step inside, letting the hot water wash over you and momentarily rinse away your worries for today.

AN HOUR AND HALF LATER-ISH

saints mary’s hospital - 7:28 am

what was meant to be a calming shower had obliterated your sense of time, leaving you in a scrambling to finish your morning routine. with a start, you realize it was nearly seven-thirty, and sprung into action, throwing your clothes on at an almost superhuman speed. you had never dried your hair this quick before in your entire life. yes, abby had mentioned to be there at eight, but you knew that translated to "be there before eight."

you arrive at the hospital just before eight, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, knowing all too well that you wouldn't make it through the day without it. you quickly exit the elevator, stepping into the lobby to find abby engaged in conversation with a red-haired woman.

the ginger had her hair braided, resembling abby's but with more volume. her fair complexion was adorned with freckles, resembling a sky full of stars. like many others on this floor, she wore a blues-and-white uniform, with a small cat pin attached to her shirt pocket. her colorful keys hung around her neck, and her radiant smile oozed an infectious energy, effortlessly drawing a reciprocating smile from you as you approached.

your smile momentarily falters as you overhear abby's sarcastic, yet condescending tone. “oh, there's the princess!" she exclaims, closing the distance to you with the woman following suit behind. this must’ve been the woman abby was talking about, leaving you feeling increasingly anxious, your eyes locked on the girl behind her. however, abby manages to draw your focus as she speaks up.

“this is cassidy. the one i told you about the last time we spoke.” she says firmly, bringing her hand up to her shoulder and beckons her toward you.

“hi.” you say shyly.

cassidy reciprocates the greeting with a wave, her expression a mix of nervousness and surprise. however, before she can respond, abby cuts in, with a tone of sarcasm. “i trust you won't be as late as our little princess here was," she says, referring to you, causing cassidy to nervously laugh and answer with a tentative "no."

your frustration peaked as you clenched your fists, your anger evident. It was clear what abby was trying to do once again, to twist the truth and make you appear worse than you actually are. she smirked, seemingly enjoying your irritation, before patting cassidy on the shoulder and wishing her good luck.

with the condescending smirk, abby leaned in to whisper in your ear, her tone different, dripping with sarcasm. "good luck, princess." and with that, she walked away, leaving you to face the challenge ahead.

"cunt," you silently say to yourself in annoyance, sending a glare at abby's retreating form. after a moment, you plaster on a forced smile and turn your attention to the ginger girl in front of you. you extend a hand and saying, “hi, i’m y/n."

"hi, i’m cassidy, but you already know that," she laughs, taking your hand in hers and shaking it firmly. after releasing her grip, she absentmindedly begins to stroke her braid with the same hand, a subtle fidget that seems to be her go-to anxiety coping mechanism.

you smile, genuinely impressed by her hair color. “yeah, i love the color of your hair, by the way. it's beautiful.” a hint of bashfulness washes over cassidy's cheeks as she responds, "thank you, it's my natural hair."

you let out a soft "cute..." as your eyes dart over her vibrant locks before gathering your thoughts. "well, let's get to work," you sigh, beginning to walk over to your desk. cassidy quickly follows, and upon reaching your desk, you set down your things and greet amelia with a friendly smile. you then turn your attention back to cassidy, clipboard clutched in your hand.

“alright, just follow me this way.” you lead cassidy through the hospital floor, providing her with a tour of the different departments. while the tour starts off awkwardly, you and cassidy manage to strike up some small talk. despite her quiet demeanor, she proves to be a hard worker, efficiently tending to her tasks. you can relate to her reserved nature, knowing firsthand how it feels to be somewhat introverted.

FEW HOURS LATER

hospital’s break room - 12:40 pm on a monday afternoon

after having cassidy follow you around like a lost puppy, occasionally taking notes on her little cat shaped notepad when needed. you both sat in a corner, eating in comfort silence. amongst the normality, you couldn’t help but notice her lunchbox also in a cat-like shape. a soft chuckle escaped you, causing cassidy to look up from her food, her chewing briefly stopped to ask, “what?”

you point out the box which promptly makes her look down, mouthing “oh.” cassidy chuckles nervously, her cheeks tinted with a hint of embarrassment. "i suppose i’m a cliché," she admits, her smile widening. "it’s no secret now that i enjoy girly things.”

you nod, a smile playing at the corners of your lips in response. "i think it's cute." you utter with a slight smirk.

cassidy grins, a hint of self-consciousness in her expression. "you don't think it's too silly?" she asks, seeking validation.

"nope," you reply sincerely, “everyone has their own interests. who am i to judge?" you shrug, emphasizing the point.

cassidy chuckles again, playfully teasing you with her next words. "i'd beg to differ." she pauses for a moment, before continuing, "dr. anderson seems to be quite interested in you." her tone implies a hint of a tease, suggesting that abby's fondness for you may be noticeable to the people around you.

as soon as cassidy suggests that abby has a soft spot for you, you sputter and cough, practically choking on your food. between gasping breaths, you manage to exclaim, "what?! you definitely need your eyes checked!"

cassidy's eyes widen with concern, and she begins to pat your back to help you through your coughing fit. after regaining your composure, you nod, trying to play it cool as she asks if you’re alright. your voice is still strained when you speak, "i’m fine, but what makes you say something like that?" you ask, completely bewildered.

once she's assured that you're okay, cassidy begins to chuckle lightly and leans back in her chair, arms crossed in a confident stance as if she solved the equation pi in her one sitting. "i’ve seen the way she talks to you," she says, low and soft, smirking.

“yeah, she talks like she has a stick up her ass.”

your blunt comment about abby having a "stick up her ass" makes cassidy erupt into laughter. "yeah, that's—that’s definitely true," she concedes, still giggling, "but there's also… a passion behind it." she pauses before continuing. “It's like she does it out of love or something," her eyes fixed on you.

you let out an amused sigh and roll your eyes, responding with a playful retort, "yeahh, I don't know about that." you can't help but chuckle as you continue, "but, that’s definitely crazy talk." you tease, a hint of mirth in your voice.

cassidy laughs, feigning surrender by holding her hands up in a playful gesture. "hey," she says, a toothy grin plastered on her face, "i know what i'm seeing." she retorts.

you continue to eat, a scoff escaping your lips as you try to dismiss her earlier accusations. "you saw a bunch of nothing.” you remark, keeping your tone nonchalant. cassidy responds with a soft scoff of her own, but the silence that follows is strained, uncomfortable, well at least for you… you think.

your mind drifts back to all the times you've interacted with abby, a strange feeling beginning to grow inside you. there were no signs, no hint of anything more than anger and hatred, right? no itty bitty details so unmissable to others, but you? no, it couldn’t be, that’d be ridiculous, hell, every it'd be a synonym in the book ridiculous! there were never any crossovers besides hatred, a mysterious hatred, but hatred nonetheless. come to think of it, you never really found out why she hated you so goddamn much. was it envy? fear? if so, of what exactly?

whatever the case was, it doesn't matter. because you would fucking pay to see her at your mercy. beneath you with a look of hopelessness glistening in her eyes, for it to be her to struggle to utter a simple explanation, only for you to completely demolish the right of speaking. to watch that stupidly neat braid disheveled and her oh so infuriatingly muscular arms that seemed to taunt you, begging to be popped like a balloon.

yeah… you definitely hated this woman.

SIX MONTHS LATER

front desk - 1:30 pm on a wednesday afternoon

gathering any loose strands of hairs from the nape of your neck with one hand, you create a makeshift ponytail, struggling to keep a straight face as cassidy’s stifled laughter resonates nearby. you playfully chastise her, trying to suppress your own laughter.

“stop laughing,” you admonish, your attempt at a stern tone is undermined by your own stifled giggles. “you’re gonna get us caught!”

as luck would have it, you and cassidy had bonded over an unexpected shared interest— a love for plants. and they say that a mother’s life is over when they have kids. quite literal bullshit if you ask anyone with a brain. cassidy, besides being nature’s supporter, was also incredibly humorous, her wit and humor made work a little more bearable.

over a few rounds of cold beers, she had discovered abby’s mysterious hatred for you. her curiosity knew no bounds, weaving theories on why, but never truly connecting the dots. from that point on, she couldn't resist teasing abby when she erupted into her typical outbursts—episodes she jokingly dubbed "hissy fits." just a few weeks ago, she had been assigned to work the counter beside you after amelia went on maternity leave.

"check this one out," the red-head chimes, tilting her phone towards eyes’s view to reveal a piece of media from abby’s instagram. cassidy, as if being a FBI agent was her second job, didn’t break a sweat looking for abby’s entire life online the moment it was plausible.

now, knowing who to call, you glance to see a photo of the blonde with her usual serious expression. the framing itself is taken from an awkward angle. “she’s so stiff, like a damn statue.” she laughs.

you let your hands fall once successfully securing your hair in a bun, a chuckle escaping your lips. "not a bad-looking statue, though," you remark casually, shrugging your shoulders. a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you added, "maybe she should start a new career as a model. the 'stiff but stunning' look could be all the rage."

cassidy quirks an eyebrow your way, a mischievous gleam in her eye as she teases you, “oh, am i sensing something here?”

you respond with a scoff, hastily denying any such notion with playful push. “god, no!” you exclaim, feigning offense, your laugh mingling with her own.

amidst the laughter, your moment is abruptly interrupted by the overwhelming waft of a potent perfume that assaults your senses. immediately, you recognize the scent and dart your gaze towards its source—abby’s new assistant. wearing a top brazenly too small for her ample cleavage with an extravagant makeup job tailored for a circus clown, it's painfully obvious whom this performance is intended to impress.

fucking ‘asshole’ anderson. It’s a pity really; she’s a decent-looking girl, but a relentless ass-kisser. everyone in the hospital picked up on her antics pretty quickly, constantly trying to win abby’s favor. rumors speculated, suggesting they did more than just work together, but hey, they’re just rumors.

“you should be working, abby wouldn’t like this.” her grating voice rings out, dripping with unwarranted confidence.

“we’re on our break, alexa.” you reply coolly, not bothering to mask the distaste in your expression.

she theatrically glances at her watch and purses her lips, stating smugly, “not anymore.” her gaze flicks to you, a smirk playing at her lips. it takes every ounce of restraint you possess not to grab her by the hair and slam her head against the wall. instead, you listen as she adds, "i should be informing abby about this,” she emphasizes with her hand, going in a circular motion towards you and cassidy before finishing. “but she's requested your presence in her office right now."

you stare at her, bewilderment etched across your face. abby? needing you in her presence? the confusion can’t linger long when she impatiently snaps her fingers.

"chop, chop, she doesn’t like to be kept waiting.” she prompts, her tone dripping with condescension.

fucking bitch.

"you said you needed me?" you inquired, poking your head through the door’s open crack.

"yes, shut the door and take a seat." she affirms, witnessing firsthand the intentitive— almost obsessive behavior driven by a need to be perfection itself. her eyes don’t move from the paperwork at hand, but there’s no need for her body language and demeanor is a revelation on its own.

her stoicism matched almost flawlessly, as if they had been meticulously practiced in the mirror—akin to a morning ritual, like a cup of coffee. and her physique? it’s a memoir to resolution, sculpted from the divine hands of a deity, making you wonder: how could a person be so flawless? is she a forsaken angel, once god's favorite, now cast away from grace?

her voice, now with a hint of a crisp clear edge, breaks the silence, stating firmly, "i need to discuss something with you." her arms are now visible, resting on top of her desk, hands neatly folded together, an action that seizes your attention like a magnet. was this beautiful “angel” of a woman merely toying with you, masquerading as a jester with deceptive tricks?

nervously, you lick your dry lips and nod, responding with a strained voice, "yeah?" she picked up on that.

her eyes narrow with curiosity, and she leans forward, her voice laced with suspicion as she queries, “tell me,” she begins, letting the question linger in the air for a moment. “why do you still waste time with cassidy?” her tone carries a note of mild disdain. “she’s a bit.. odd, don’t you think?”

within the span of a moment, a wave of frustration surges through you, compelling you to argue your case. however, you find yourself inexplicably entranced by her features, unable to break the spell that has woven its way around your thoughts. nodding without conscious thought, your gaze is transfixed on the magnificence standing before you— the artistry of her face and form.

the sun's warm glow streams through the windows just behind her, casting a radiant light upon her as if nature itself were emphasizing its own masterpiece. every detail of her appearance is meticulously crafted, like a tempting apple dangling in front of the unsuspecting. a loose strand of hair falls gracefully in front of her face, accentuating the fine features of her facial structure. the angular lines of her nose seem to carry the weight of her sharp-edged spectacles, and her eyes, often lacking warmth, rarely seek solace in anything but themselves.

the sinew, a testament to the muscularity of her arms, even beneath the loose confines of her doctor’s coat, as if they were destined to stand out, to be admired. the way she held her pen moments ago makes it seem almost insignificant in comparison to her thick fingers, wrapped around it like a vice. her penmanship is impeccable, smooth and faultless, as if her hand is a perfectly calibrated machine.

god’s greatest gifts bestowed on its worst creation alive.

"are you even listening to me, right now?" she questions, her jaw setting tight.

startled, you snapped out of your reverie, blinking to moisten the dry eyes that had forgotten to blink in their fixated state, you confirm. “yes.” no.

“i asked you a question.” she snaps, her voice stern.

“what was the question?” you stammer, feeling flustered under her intense scrutiny.

“why—forget it.” a sudden shift in her expression indicates a change of mind. it seems the words didn’t sound as smart when she voiced them aloud.

“what?” you stutter, leaning forward in your chair. “what were you going to say?”

“i said, nevermind,” she replies, her tone firm and dismissive. “you’re free to go.” she averts her gaze from you, redirecting it towards her paperwork, as if you had suddenly become unimportant and unworthy of her attention.

you’re left dumbfounded, what was that about?

FEW HOURS LATER

your bedroom - 3:20 am on a thursday morning

your sharp gasp and the tension in your body were palpable, confined to the bed where your body lay cushioned. a hand ran through your hair before tugging it tightly, adding to the pleasure that coursed through you. the serene hum of your vibrator, nestled between your legs, was a poor substitute for the fantasies that danced through your mind.

your guilty pleasures, your secret desire.

“oh, abby!” you moaned, the broken syllable laced with longing. images of her flashed through your mind, your body yearning for the warmth of her fingers instead of the cold, mechanical pleasure your toy provided. the thought of being stretched by her strong, capable hands was all it took to push you over the edge.

a wave of ecstasy crashed over you, your body shaking as you orgasmed, the fantasy of abby's touch more potent than the reality. the intensity of your pleasure left you breathless, even as you knew it was only a fleeting escape from reality.

as your mind snaps back, an overwhelming rush of realization washes over you. you toss aside the vibrator, sitting up with a sigh. you can’t help, but feel shame towards yourself. the thought of your boss—the one person who makes your life a living hell—occupies your thoughts. how could you even entertain the thought of her?

a fallen angel, huh?

SAID “FALLEN ANGEL”

abby anderson

she was fucking on one today, and in return she thought you were too. her mind was consumed by you. even the morning coffee, always a comfort, tasted bitter and cold. she didn't even acknowledge the usual flirtatious advances from her assistant when she greeted her this morning. instead, she simply asked for her requested files and retreated to the sanctuary of her office, locking the door behind her.

it was always you, stirring up trouble by merely existing near her. cassidy mcclair, that braid-wearing copycat bitch, had you wrapped around her serpentine fingers. and you? you should have known better than to waste your precious time with people like that, but there you were. in fact, compared to these idiots you had to call coworkers, you were leaps and bounds above them.

you were just making a mistake, a mistake that was costing her sleep— more than she already doesn’t get.

she silently fumed as she stood in front of her office door for her daily check on what everyone was doing, over the years making mental lists of the flaws of each employee. amelia, didn’t know if she was bleating or laughing, and those killer front teeth— literally. one glance and someone’s head would be off. then there was samson, who seemed to do nothing, but shove burgers down his gargantuan throat. she was convinced he never even bothered to chew.

it was laughable, and she could go on and on about the flaws each one of her employees had. but you, well, not a single flaw could be attributed to you. not one mentioned on any list of the many she had. in essence, you were the embodiment of a boss's dream employee—quick on the case, a good sport, but until now, there was one flaw that had eluded you: the habits of hanging around the wrong people.

granted, it's not like cassidy was forcing drugs down your throat, but it was clear she was trouble. competition, that had to be eliminated. but one might wonder, why? why did abby have such a deep-seated grudge against you? why did she feel this burning urge to take you down? just like a pack of wolves, having her sights set on the weak link, ready to pounce.

deep down, abby didn't fully understand her intense feelings towards you. each attempt to articulate her emotions only led to frustration as they were often misinterpreted in the delivery. you made her nervous in a way that was both understandable and utterly perplexing, leaving her with feelings uncharted. in a desperate attempt to maintain control, she decided the best course of action was to keep her fondness for you hidden. surely, as long as you remained oblivious to her affections, there would be no complications, right?

she’d pledge that promise to the death, do everything to her power to keep it this way. there would be no vulnerability, no broken hearts to be on the mend, even if meant being cruel. but when cassidy came and first laid her eyes on you. oh, how she wanted to claw her eyes out just for even staring at you for a millisecond long.

it infuriated her to see how easily cassidy could evoke laughter and smiles from you, things that abby denied herself. many long, self deprecating nights filled with overflowing ashtrays of spent cigarettes and a collection of empty whiskey glasses were becoming too often to be called a casual drinker.

the day she requested your presence in her office, and sat across from her as she filled out the paperwork to transfer cassidy to another floor was a moment of triumph. however, her satisfaction evaporated rather quickly—leaving her dry to the bone. throughout the entire conversation, you appeared to be dazed, barely registering a word she spoke. had she been too late? were you already so smitten with cassidy that you couldn't even comprehend a word coming out of her mouth?

was it already too late?

after you had left her office, abby found herself lost in a whirlwind of thoughts. alone with her musings, her mind raced, and suddenly, all her thoughts aligned. if the two of you were indeed in a relationship, as it seemed so obvious, then separating the two of you would create an irreversible ripple effect. like two peas in a pod, together you were a force to be reckoned with, but tearing one away and crushing it would change everything.

if cassidy wanted to stoop low, she could go lower.

ANDERSON’S ESTATE

4:54 am on a sunday morning

due to the convoluted approval process, the transfer paperwork would likely take weeks, if not months, to be approved. there was no way abby could allow that to happen. by the time the transfer was accepted, you'd be off in dubai for a honeymoon with your apparent soulmate, sipping margaritas without a care in the world. no, she had to find a way to expedite the process, and it had to be done by the end of this overcoming week.

so she found herself in her office, nursing a few glasses of whiskey and indulging in chain-smoking cigarettes, a habit she could never partake in one without the other. surrounded by the solace of her private liar, the alcohol and nicotine fueled her thoughts, as she brainstormed list after list of ways to get rid of cassidy. patient abandonment was one option, but it ran the risk of tarnishing her own reputation as well. however, she was past the point of caring about the repercussions of her actions. all that mattered was taking down cassidy, one way or another.

feeling a mixture of an uncomfortable unfulfillment and disoriented, she runs a hand through her tousled mane. with a groan, rubs her eyes and gets up, smoldering the glowing embers of the cigarette in the overflowing ashtray before trudging off to bed like a pouting toddler.

In the comforts of her bed, shafts of dawn gently seeped through the curtains, with her loyal puppy, alice, sleeping at her feet, whining occasionally as she glanced up at her owner. abby couldn't help but wonder if the dog was attempting to communicate with her, as if offering a cautionary message. was it the effects of the whiskey and cigarettes playing tricks on her mind, or was her canine companion genuinely trying to warn her of impending consequences? these thoughts swirled through her muddled mind, yet the idea of it actually seemed far-fetched.

it’s a thing to think of, and another to do.

ONE DAY, MONDAY

cheshire cat grin

“and i want you all to be more aware— if you haven’t been already.” the firm voice snapped abby out of her reverie.

a weary sigh emits as her body slumps into a loose crescent shape, the strain of sitting in an ass-numbing chair for hours was finally taking its toll, and listening to her supervisor drone on and on about the same old report on employee performance wasn’t helping either. however, one particular statement caught her undivided attention.

the rise in unauthorized narcotics.

the report revealed that there had been a 3% increase in the number of supplies used compared to the usual amount. this increase caused considerable stress for the superior, who advised—no, demanded that all doctors on each floor find the culprit.

with mounting irritation from the current predicament, the overseer noticed abby’s expression and prompted her with a question. “is there anything you’d like to say, abigail?” she inquired, presumptuously.

as the superior fixed a firm gaze on her, abby’s initial instinct was to reply with a simple “no.” but then a new thought took hold. she sat up straighter, straightening her normally confident demeanor even further, and responded with a question of her own. “hypothetically speaking, if i do uncover the perpetrator, what measures will be taken in response?”

the woman’s scoff conveyed a dismissive tone, as if the answer was lingering in the air. she smugly responded, “well, hypothetically, they’d be fired on the spot, and all hospitals in the county would be notified never to employ them again.” there was a brief pause before continuing with that same overly confident demeanor, “so, they’d have to move just to find another job.” eyeing abby as if searching for even the slightest hint of nervousness.

under normal circumstances, abby’s temper would have flared at her superior’s condescending tone, but in that moment, everything was perfect. a polite smile abby offered held more than the naked eye could see.

the jigsaw pieces were falling into place.

TWO DAYS LATER, WEDNESDAY

surprise!

the days melded together, each one weighed down by a stack of endless papers and an incessant, desperate assistant who was over her shoulder, relentlessly nagged for her attention. in those moments of exhaustion, she started regretting ever giving them the slightest bit of her attention in the first place, justifying the brief lapses in her focus as mere 'moments of weakness'.

in obeying her supervisor's advice, she had been carefully observing everyone, with a heightened level of scrutiny directed towards cassidy, intentionally growing increasingly “suspicious” of her. with a fierce determination, she wrestled hard to suppress the many outbursts that threatened to spill over simply due to the sight of you and cassidy together.

even as a child, abby had a knack for fixating on unimportant details, down to the intricate nuances of color. her attention to detail had grown into a deep obsession, enabling her to familiarize herself with an object or being within days. with cassidy, she had approached it like disassembling a game of jenga, meticulously analyzing her every action, carefully calculating her plans. all she needed now was the opportune moment to set everything into motion.

just as she was about to execute her plan, a sudden, unexpected event occurred, as if on cue.

with newfound courage bolstered by a glass of whiskey and a cigarette, she rose from her chair, only for the shrill ring of her phone to pierce the tense atmosphere, and she glanced down to see a rarely-seen name on the screen— her grandmother, susana. an unyielding, meticulous woman, had been a source of inspiration for abby as she grew up, shaping her into the determined individual she had become.

susana, was a renowned fashion designer based in paris, a demanding professional life that had left her with limited time to spend with her beloved granddaughter. with a huff, sitting back in her office chair, abby picked up her phone and pressed it against her ear, preparing for their conversation.

"oh, my darling abigail!" the sound of her grandmother's sweet, melodic voice filled abby's ear.

a subtle wince crossed her face, and a forced smile tugs at her lips, almost as if her grandmother could see her through the phone.

"hi.” she responded, prompting her grandmother to lightheartedly tease, "oh, darling, why so timid?" her chuckle echoed over the line.

abby responded with a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "sorry, gam-gam, I'm just a bit stressed." she confessed.

her grandmother replied with a lighthearted hum. “well, in that case, meet me at the cafe down the street for a little whine down.” and with a click, the line went dead, leaving abby scarcely a moment to protest.

with a heavy sigh, she tossed her phone aside, muttering, "damnit." frustrated, she ran a hand over her face.

in the reserved confines of their booth, her grandmother inquired with a casual tone, "so, did you receive my letter?" she pierced a strawberry with her fork, taking a bite.

abby responded with a nod, her thoughts momentarily astray to the brief moment earlier when she'd seized the opportunity to execute her plan on cassidy's unattended bag during your lunchtime in the break room. she knew such an opportunity might not present itself again anytime soon, as cassidy was set to be away until friday.

“and the book?”

abby paused, strawberry mid-air on her fork, perplexed by her grandmother's question. "what book?" she questioned with a full mouth, confusion lacing her voice.

her grandmother sighs, explaining, "the book didn't arrive?" she grumbled about the subpar mailing service. "doesn’t matter," she continued, "we can just head over to the bookstore after and replace it." her interest piqued as her grandmother added that it was another mythology book, a favorite topic of hers.

abby's eyes sparkled with excitement. "awe, sweet! i’ve been meaning to go." she responded enthusiastically.

the older woman chuckled, observing, "old habits die hard, I suppose." she then posed a question that seemed to ignite her interest even more. "tell me, have you managed to swoon any girls with your extensive library of knowledge?" her grandmother's smile grew wider at this question, her genuine wish for abby's happiness evident. how could abby possibly ruin her grandmother's happiness?

abby wasn't one to lie, but she felt compelled to do so, especially since the truth was more difficult to share. a gentle smile tugged at her lips, and a blush appeared on her face as she played with the blueberry on her plate. though it was a lie, it was an effortless one. "well, there's this one girl at work," she began, her voice growing more softer. "she’s incredibly sweet, and I think she likes me." the rosiness in her cheeks deepened, adding a touch of authenticity to her fib.

“awe, sugarplum, who is it?”

“her name is y/n.”

ANOTHER TWO DAYS LATER, FRIDAY

the final act

after two days of being completely immersed in the book, abby managed to force herself back to reality. cassidy had reappeared, prompting abby to resume her daily observations. she diligently watched over you and cassidy, particularly monitoring the red-head’s interactions.

she had arranged a private conversation with the supervisor, raising concerns about “suspicious” behavior involving cassidy. the supervisor guaranteed action before six pm that afternoon. all she needed to do now was secure her bag alone before then. abby set an alarm on her watch, stashed the narcotics in her pocket, and exited her office, determined to carry out her plan.

she closed her door and was immediately greeted by the familiar sounds of chatter and movement, the distinctive scent of the hospital filling her nose. as she inhaled, it was as if she was breathing in the purest air. but then, the explosive sound of a voice abruptly shattered her moment of comfort. she jumped in surprise and turned her head to see a nurse.

"sorry, doctor," she apologized, her smile tinged with nervousness. "i—uhm, have documents for you to sign for a discharge." she extended the clipboard, waiting for abby to take it.

still feeling discombobulated, abby nodded stiffly as she accepted the clipboard and signed it. “are… are you okay?” the nurse's question caught her off guard, prompting her to look up. "yes—yes, I'm fine.” she replied, her voice somewhat strained.

saying a brief goodbye, she walks down the hallway, and sees cassidy getting dressed in the staff room. abby smirks, and walks inside just as she’s gonna leave. the initial door opening scares, making her jump back, and she sees it’s abby, she greets her with a smile, and quick hi, trying to exit. but abby isnt gonna let her leave so quick.

abby says a brief farewell and proceeds down the hallway, catching sight of cassidy dressing up in the staff room. she stops with a grinch-like grin saunters into the room just as cassidy is about to exit. the sudden door opening startles cassidy, making her jump back. she quickly greets abby with a smile and a casual "hi," attempting to leave. however, abby is determined not to let her go that easily.

"hey, wait." abby halts cassidy in her tracks with a firm arm grab, causing her to stop.

cassidy looks up, bewildered, and clutches her bag close to her shoulder, waiting to see what this was about. abby’s eyebrows furrowed, it’s been truly a long time since she stood by her self-proclaimed enemy. she didn't seem to have changed much— not that she cared to notice, except for the new pin on her shirt— a small pride flag, cute.

abby scoffs, chuckling which prompts cassidy to raise an eyebrow. “what’s so funny?”

in response, she shakes her head dismissively, replying with a hint of mischief, "nothing, just a joke i remembered." adding slyly with a cunning smile, she continues, "how do you like working here?"

cassidy swallows, her nerves becoming visibly apparent as she nods in agreement. "it’s good," she reiterates, adding, "yeah, i love working with the children."

abby hums in response, laughing. "well, don't let me stop you." she promptly opens the door for cassidy, eliciting a smile from her in response, and as she begins to pass through, the taller blonde adds. “enjoy it while it lasts.”

as she watched cassidy leave with her bag in hand, abby's emotions were divided. she felt a sense of sheer satisfaction, empowerment, her lips twisting into a muscle straining grin as she watched the bag recede into the distance, carrying her ticket goodbye. and she didn’t feel an ounce of regret because she did warn her. to enjoy it all, her time at the hospital to its fullest, and she meant it. true to her nature, abby prided herself on consistency, even more so in her efficiency, like a stealthy ninja.

in and out, no flaws, no witnesses.

no window for the light to shine through.

THE LIGHT

cascading over your form was from the now straining lamp above. your head ached, overwhelmed by the events of the day. but one interaction stood out as particularly odd— an event you didn't take part in, rather witness instead.

it seemed under every blue moon that cassidy and abby would interact, despite working on the same floor. there were no crossovers, so when a hand broke that line. there was something unsettling about the whole interaction, especially the invader's body language. her movements were mechanical, unnatural even, making it all hard to ignore.

a chill runs down your spine as you consider the implications. you know what you witnessed, but it feels almost unbelievable. just as with notorious serial killers, you struggle to comprehend the thought processes behind such heinous acts. perhaps this lunatic in particular requires her own account to explain her motives and actions.

you arrived at just the right moment, only a few seconds before their conversation ended. fortunately, you had come in time to witness abby casually slipping something into cassidy's bag while she was turning away. the object had a distinct pill bottle shape, subtle enough to avoid attracting unwanted attention, but enough to pique your interest.

the rumors of stolen narcotics had been circulating, and a mysterious culprit was being gossiped about behind closed doors. you and cassidy had spent some time discussing the topic, sharing silly theories, though nothing more than just pure hearsay.

your eyebrows furrow in thought, though it wasn't helping. instead, only intensified the now throbbing headache, slowly morphing into a full-blown migraine. with your hands holding your head up, you look down at long forgotten paperwork that was meant to be done from the comforts of your own home, but considering the distressing state you’re in. it was far from comforting now.

with a frustrated sigh, you flick off the lamp and abandon your paperwork, ready to rise from your desk. suddenly, your phone rings, jolting you with a spike in heart rate. you glance down at the caller ID.

you immediately answer the call, only to be met with cassidy's hysterical voice. through her sobs and gasps, she reveals that she was fired due to stealing narcotics. your worst fears were confirmed; it was no longer just a mere theory. you had indeed witnessed abby slipping something that resembled a small pill bottle into cassidy’s bag.

as you try to console your friend, a whirlwind of emotions begins to roil within you. some of that emotion directed towards yourself, but strongly towards abby. it was true, you saw it with your very own eyes, and yet chose to wait. you hated the fact that it took you so long to come to your senses, and a wave of guilt consumes you for not marching straight to the supervisor moments after witnessing it.

even if it was too late for your friend, it wasn’t for abby.

the lobby, now shrouded in dimmed lighting with very few sources of illumination, seemed like something straight out of a horror movie. paying no mind to the eerie ambiance, you quickly make your way towards abby’s office door, knowing she typically uses this time to prepare the employee’s schedules. the reasoning behind why she does it in her office is unknown, but frankly, not your biggest concern.

your knuckles collide forcefully against the wood, channeling the full extent of your anger’s strength. the door swings open, revealing a slightly taken aback abby. she utters, “what—what are you doing here?” her tone seems somewhat off.

you don’t waste any time, no words, and cut straight to the chase. “what did you do to cassidy?”

she raises an eyebrow in confusion, responding, “what are you talking about? are you on something, y/n?”

without hesitating, you push past her into her office. turning your head at neck breaking speed to set your hardened gaze onto hers. your voice takes on a more firm tone: “am i? are you?!”

you repeat your question with unwavering determination. “what did you do to cassidy?”

with a scoff, she crosses her arms, feigning innocence. “i don’t know what you’re talking about.” she denies.

“oh, don’t play dumb,” you retort, your gaze unwavering. “you know exactly what i’m talking about! tell me, what was it that you threw into her bag?”

she nervously swallows, her composure faltering for just a moment before she regains control. this reaction was all you needed to confirm your suspicions.

"that’s confidential.” she repeats assertively, making her way behind her desk.

"confidential, my ass!" you yell in response. "i know damn well what i saw!"

she stops in her tracks and turns her head to face you, a look of indignation on her face. “what did you just say to me?”

ignoring her interruption, you push on, demanding answers. “what did you do to her? what did you say?!” your fist clenched tightly.

for the first time, she drops her facade, maintaining eye contact without hesitation, as she admits. “i gave her a little parting gift.”

the intensity in her eyes makes your blood run cold, trying to gather a sense of what her cryptic response implies. you stammer. “what—what does that even mean?”

she suddenly realizes the gravity of her confession—how she inadvertently revealed her actions, but anger clouds her morality. "just drop it.” she grits out through clenched teeth, patience wearing thin.

the fire in your eyes flares up, brimming with anger and defiance that refuses to let you back down. "no!" you firmly retort. "you’re going to tell me!" frustration seeps through your voice as your patience wanes. you’re tired of her smug superiority, the audacity to act as if she had everyone under her command.

her lips curl into a smirk, her voice oozing with sarcastic scorn. “oh, i’m gonna tell you?” she taunts, scoffing. “tell you what? about your little friend?” her tone carries undertones of something against your mere friendship with cassidy.

the mention of something more regarding your friend sends a pang of defensiveness coursing through you.

"what?" you breathe out, taken aback. "what does that even mean, huh?"

she takes a step forward, each breath heavy and labored. her voice betrays her impatient nature, a predator preparing to pounce. “oh, you know what that means,” she retorts, scoffing internally at how dull you’re being to an obvious situation. despite the tension in the room reaching a high, it’s abby’s intensity that seizes the moment. you half expected to see her licking her lips with anticipated hunger, like a ravenous beast.

it sends a rush of conflicting emotions coursing through you—an alluring mixture of curiosity and trepidation. the encounter itself feels like a high-stakes game of chess where you struggle to predict your opponent's next move. as you step back, your confidence falters, and your voice softens into a small whimper.

“i don’t...”

abby catches onto this, pouncing on it like a hungry lion sensing weakness, further igniting her motives.

you gasp as your back meets the cool, solid wood behind you. in an instinctive movement, your eyes flick briefly behind you before darting back forward. only to find abby’s overbearing presence suffocating your personal space.

"oh, i think you do." she rasps, tilting her head to the side, a chuckle escaping her lips. her faltering gaze lingering to your lips for a fleeting moment before pulling away. her tone seethes with anger, words biting as she scoffs.

“you think you’re so damn slick, huh?” she paces back and forth, a fierce intensity in her stride, causing you to wince in response.

“you act like i wouldn’t catch on to your little games, as if it wasn’t painfully transparent to everyone around you!” her frustration builds, and she raises her arms, unleashing a frustrated sigh before bringing them down forcefully to slap her thighs. "as if i wouldn’t notice!”

you couldn't understand where this anger was coming from. sure, she had always been an asshole, but lately, her outbursts and irritability have seemed to reach a new assholery. and it seemed to have started around the same time you had become friends with cassidy. It was almost as if your newfound friendship had awakened something within her, something darker and more volatile. perhaps jealousy?

abby’s anger blazes brightly in her eyes, her words sharp. "god, you’re infuriating," she says, her voice laced with hostility. "like some fucking prodigy, you think you know everything, don’t you?!" she emphasizes with lurching her body forward, her hands slamming down on the desk either side of you, effectively trapping you in place.

your breath hitches as she draws nearer, her proximity sending an intoxicating wave throughout your body. the intensity of her anger is palpable, every labored breath brushing against your skin like a gentle caress. her lips are tantalizingly close to yours, separated by an annoying invisible barrier that could be shattered at any moment if she so desired. just one push.

"fuck you, abby!" you hiss, your voice faltering for a moment before hardening. "you always had a goddamn bone to pick with me, you piece of shit!" your words linger in the air, carrying years of built-up resentment directed at abby. but the shock of her unexpected confession wipes away your outrage, replacing it with astonishment.

"because i love you!" she yells, her voice ringing out louder than intended. her revelation hangs in the air, rendering you speechless. as those words sink in, your breath catches in your throat. "what?" you manage to croak out, hardly believing what you've just heard.

you observed a flicker of vulnerability in her expression that's quickly replaced by a hardened composure. there was no turning back, the cat was out of the bag, and so she only pressed forward with determination.

her voice descending to a low, sultry tone, she says "you think watching what's mine prancing around like a slut at her own workplace doesn't make me livid?" each word drips with possessive anger and suppressed desire.

your voice comes out smaller and fragile than anticipated as you muster the words, "i’m… i’m not yours." you struggle to meet abby's intense gaze, your body tensing subconsciously as you push yourself against her desk, attempting to create some space between the two of you. the air is thick with tension, the room practically vibrating with the weight of abby’s confession and your denial. you felt trapped, your body practically molding into the desk behind you.

"do you believe that?" she inquires, raising a brow in challenge. she lifts a thumb to slide across your bottom lip, her touch firm yet almost teasing. she pauses for a moment before letting out a gravelly chuckle, further probing into the tension. “i don’t.” she admits with a light shrug. her movements felt taunting, yet calculated as if she’s trying to catch you in a lie, and to fess up.

abby was frustrated, bordering on infuriated, trying to make sense of the situation. her mind was a tangle of emotions, and she felt like she was grasping at straws, trying to connect the pieces in her head. she had the mental board laid out in her mind, each string connecting to a different thought, all pointing to one central question: you and cassidy, and the enigma of your poorly hidden relationship. this uncertainty fueled her anger, and you weren’t making it any better. she wanted to do something— anything— to show you that you weren't just anyone's; you were hers.

"what about alexa, huh?" you ask, gaining a peak of confidence, your words snapping her attention back.

“what about her?” she questions truthfully, amused by your presumed jealousy. “you jealous?"

caught off guard and exposed, you feel the equilibrium shift, upending the chess pieces in your mind. "i’m not jealous," you insist, realizing the power her words hold. it’s as if she has cornered you in this game, check. mate.

“oh, sure you aren’t." abby steps closer, her body pressing against yours, trapping you between her and the desk. her words take on a dual edge of ire and yearning as she smirks. "i should’ve known with the way you’ve been acting, you’re practically begging me to put you in your place.” she murmurs, chuckling gravely. "to fuck you until you can only say yes, doctor anderson." she feigns a high pitch moany tone, a lewd and terrible, yet obvious admit of sounding like you as she says “yes, doctor anderson.”

she laughs before humming, seeming to enjoy that fantasy as she lets herself become lost in the idea for a moment before continuing.

abby’s features lean in closer, the heat from her breath caressing the apple of your cheek as she murmurs against your ear, “tell me, do you let cassidy make you her personal pocket pussy?” her words send a shiver down your spine as her hand moves to caress your cheek, pausing to let you feel the weight of her question in the air before inquiring further, “to bend you over anywhere, anytime, and you’ll just take it like a good girl?” her words laced with a lewdness that sends a thrill through your body, despite the fact that you know you should reject the notion. the question itself was filthy, taboo, and utterly intoxicating. but you couldn’t deny the existence of being drawn to it, deep down knowing more than ever if you ever were to think of that fantasy, you’d want it to be her, not cassidy.

“no, no, it’s not like that.” you attempt to defend yourself, trying to find the right words, but abby interjects before you can say anything else. she scoffs at your attempted denial, her grip on you tightening, causing you to wince. her voice lowers into a dark laugh, her disbelief evident. "oh really? you really expect me to believe that bullshit?"

her name escapes your lips in a gasp, but abby cuts you off yet again, her eyes darkening as she speaks.

"lemme tell you what it's like," she begins, her tone husky. “i think you'd like it. hell, you pray that it does happen because you're nothing but just a pathetic girl who wants some attention. is that what you want? attention?" abby inquires, licking her teeth in an almost predatory manner. your heart races in your chest as her words cut through you.

the tension in the room is palpable, thick with unexpressed desire and emotion. you find yourself unable to hold back any longer, your voice quivering as you voice your deep-seated need. “i want your attention," you confess, your words almost inaudible, they're so faint.

even if faint, she heard all of it, dissected each syllable. it’s all she ever wanted, no, needed to hear from you. “yeah?” her voice falters into a soft whimper, tilting her head to the side and grabbing your cheeks with her large hands, only now focusing on your lips. “i’ll give you all my attention.” she promises, swiftly pulling your face, smashing yours onto hers.

your body trembled from the conflicting sensations, a clash of cold and hot, a maelstrom of warring emotions. years without her touch had left you craving her embrace, and her lips on yours sent heat coursing through your veins. though the kiss stood unspoken, there was no need for actions that spoke louder. both hatred and desire intertwined, two sides of the same coin, fueling this volatile gesture. your hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and contour, as hers did the same, desperately pulling you closer, kneading your flesh like clay. your hands finally found a resting place on her shoulders, gripping her like a lifeline in the storm of sensations swirling around you.

your movements, your gasps and sighs, fueled the fire within abby, and with a determined strength, she hoists you up onto her desk. the sudden change in position elicits gasp from you, pressing your body against hers with an arch, and abby seizes the moment, slipping her tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth with a fervent passion. it was a dance both familiar and new, a moment of fiery connection that consumed you both.

her breath ragged, lips tingling from the passion of the kiss as stares down at you, her eyes dark and filled with hunger as she murmurs her confession. "i've always dreamt of this… having you," her fingers roaming over your body slowly as she says this, relishing in the way you react to her touch. she presses her forehead shading yours, her dilated eyes reflecting the depth of her desire. her cold thumbs find their way underneath your clothes, tracing slow circles, sending a shiver through your body. "having this feeling of your skin under my fingertips."

your voice quivered as you call her name, and for a moment you think your plea to have her lips on yours again are answered, but instead, she finds her new focus, your neck. her lips fall, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. the sound of your whimpers only spurred her on, her hands gripping your hips possessively as she continued to mark your skin, leaving a trail of hickeys.

abby was in her element now, and your desperate tone only fed her desire. she wanted more, to hear you call her name even more. with a smirk, she lifted her head, eyes burning with amusement. "yeah? you like the sound of that, pretty girl?" she muses, her hand suddenly landing a sharp smack on your thigh, making you jump. in response, she chuckled at your reaction, her laugh sent tingles down your spine, a mixture of amusement and desire. her grip on your thighs tightened, pushing them higher up, and drinking up the sight of you, spread before her with your feet on the desk sent abby's desire spiraling out of control. she couldn't help but lick her lips, taking in the full view of your flushed skin and parted legs. you couldn't hold back a squirm, feeling so exposed— though you weren’t — under her intense gaze.

"i love seeing you like this," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal. she steps towards you again, nestling herself in the newfound space. her lips return to your neck, greeting the previous bruises plastered on your neck with soft licks and kisses. "so desperate and needy."

her hands leave your thighs as she lifts herself up to meet your gaze, taking in your already disheveled state. with a hum of satisfaction, she asks, "who gets you like this?"

you manage to respond with a barely audible, "you, abby." she hums at your whimperish respond, a smirk crossing her lips at the confirmation, "yes, not that bitch, cassidy. me. and only me, right, baby?" she gives a slight nod, as if she’s responding for you.

the blonde brings her hand up to your lips, watching as you open your mouth to invite her thumb, which she eagerly accepts.

she let out a low, guttural groan as you suck and lick her pad of her thumb, enjoying the sensations that your mouth causes. she couldn't resist the urge to voice her thoughts, her words thick with possession and desire.

"hm, such a dirty girl." she paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you, before amending her statement with a husky tone, "my dirty girl."

you release her thumb with a pop, humming a tone of satisfaction, and licking your lips to savor the lingering taste of her. a chuckle escapes abby's lips as she watches you, her eyes roaming your body yet again. the desire to rip your clothes off and shut you up has been building since the moment you walked into her office, "take this off, baby. you’re killing me with not showing me what's mine," she growls, her words tinged with need and possess. "need to see it, feel it. need." she mumbled against your skin, completely submitted to her delusions. you don’t fight this time, barely able to remove each article of clothing with abby eagerly kissing and licking every available inch of skin. but stops at your bikini line, encountering a setback— your underwear — cockblocking her.

her eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, looking up at you with an almost comical expression of frustration, and offense. as if being unable to take off your underwear because of her was a you problem. “funny.” she retorts, tone dripping in sarcasm, but nothing on her face shows amusement. “real fucking funny.” she remarks, punctuating her words with a sharp smack to your hip, kneading at the red skin roughly, making you wince. “you fucking tease.” she continues, her voice laced with a mix of desire and irritation.

"i should punish you for that little stunt," her fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear, intending to pull them down herself since you’re incompetent to do so. “but, fuck, look at all this.” she relents, sliding them off your legs— and pocketing them for later — to reveal your core, practically weeping for her. “all this f’me?” she pants, eyes flicking up to yours.

a whiny moan of her name slips past your lips, but she shushes you gently, her voice softer now. "i know, baby, i know." she cooed, her large hand running comfortingly up and down your side. as she spreads your quivering legs further, exposing your drenched folds, abby feasts her eyes upon the sight before her. her lips curve upward, "fuck," she breathed, her eyes never leaving your pulsing core. “look at this pretty pussy. this is prettiest pussy i’ve ever seen—this has to be mine.” she leans down, her warm breath ghosting over your clit before she pressing a tender kiss there, savoring your reaction to her smallest touch, and now wondering what other reactions she could get out of you.

you weren't prepared for what came next, not one bit. expecting her to take things slow, you were completely caught off guard as abby gripped your thighs and, in one swift motion, separated your slimy folds, lapping any sweet nectar waiting for her. you tense from sudden sensation, letting out a loud, unapologetic moan as you arch off the desk. your hands instinctively tangle themselves into her steady braid that soon unravels from being used as reins.

encouraged by your fervent response, abby delved deeper, her skilled tongue tracing a path to your engorged nub. enclosing it between her lips, she whispered her praise, "you taste better than i thought." her voice trembled, mingling with your own moans.

as her teeth gently nipped at your sensitive bundle, you cried out, your thighs involuntarily squeezing her shoulders. a wicked smirk graced her lips as she basked in your reaction, taking immense pleasure in your submission.

the unexpected pinch sent jolts of shock through your body, your limbs twitching and writhing in a frenzied dance. in response, abby repositions her left hand on your abdomen, gripping tightly to anchor you in place. each sound that escaped your trembling lips fueled her hunger, her throaty hums resonating against your flesh. with a devilish gleam in her eyes, she teasingly traced circles near your navel with her thumb, heightening your anticipation.

a groan rumbled in her throat when your fingers gripped her hair, the sensation only spurring her on. her mouth fastened more insistently around your swollen nub, sucking harder as you cried out her name. the strain in your voice confirmed her suspicions: you were on the cusp of your release, and she was eager to push you over.

abby's fingers joined the fray, sliding in and out of your slick folds with practiced ease. her relentless assault on your clit continued, her touch sending shivers through your body and causing your breaths to come in ragged gasps. the sight of you, quivering and exposed before her, stoked a fire within her, a determination to send you flying over the edge.

abby derived an addiction from your pleasure. each moment of ecstasy seemed to fuel her further, driving her to amplify the tempo and depth of her ministrations. as the room filled with the lewd symphony of flesh meeting flesh and intertwined heavy breaths, something stirred within abby. something unfamiliar, uncharted. normally, she would exhibit unrivaled confidence during intimate encounters, but with you, it was different—more intense, deeper. a desperate craving to be perfect, to ensure you'd never seek anyone else but her. she’d hate to admit it, but the realization gnaws at her: the longing for you even after this is over.

"who's making you cum tonight?" abby questioned the obvious once more, but her arrogance tone underlined the strong need for reassurance. your moans were her only response, and while she adored the sweet sounds, she craved more. a sudden shift in her fingers’ movements made you yell out, "you, abby," your words punctuated by cries of pleasure.

her fingers, now confined within your tight grip, sensed the growing tension, the impending eruption, the imminent of your orgasm. "uh-huh, come for me," she ordered, "let me hear who’s making a mess of you."

the warnings of your impending release came with fervor, each thrust hastening to the inevitable snap of the tightening band in your abdomen. then when it did, a cry rang out, loud and clear, as her name left your lips in tandem with your essence painting her features. in this haze of euphoria, you suddenly find a sense of clarity, wondering how in all worlds did you end up in this situation, in the arms— or rather the mouth of your boss?

it’s rather short lived, quickly fading into a hazy blur. you threw your head back as her eyes closed, savoring the taste of your ecstasy with a hum, helping you through your orgasm until your body laxs.

withdrawing her fingers, abby admired the sight of your juices clinging to them, a testament to her efforts. a satisfied smile stretches across her face as she reveled in the knowledge that she had brought you to such heights.

she licks them clean, feeling a rush of gratification that only you can provide. releasing her fingers with a soft pop, her lips make way and pave along the curve of your hip, leaving a trail of wet, sticky kisses behind as she moves up to stand before you. “such a good girl..” she mumbled against your skin. you lift yourself up with your elbow, taking a moment to catch your breath, your body still quivering from the intensity of your orgasm that has left you momentarily speechless. you couldn't help, but notice abby’s disheveled appearance as well. untangled, her hair strays from its famed braid, now flowing around her face like a cascade of waves.

but before you could comment on the sight, she claims your lips in a tender, sweet kiss, her hands cupping your face. the connection was brief, and when she pulled away, a grin lit up her features. without another word spoken, she unclothes herself, revealing herself in all her glory. you knew she worked out, but goddamn, did she work out! the determination to achieve the physique showed immensely. in your admiration, you felt the apple of your cheeks warm up, causing you to look away.

"don’t go shy on me, babe," she chided playfully, repositioning your face to meet hers. she seals the deal with another kiss pushing you down gently onto the desk. "lay back f’me, ‘kay?"

with a nod, you comply, watching as the corded muscles in her arms flex as she moves into position, lifting your leg. a grin tugged at the corners of your lips as she placed a tender kiss on your ankle, making her soft chuckle fill the air in return before she securely set your leg on her shoulder.

the moment your wet folds connected, a guttural moan escaped her lips. the sensation was everything she craved, wasting no time in starting a vigorous grinding motion. as she ruts back and forth, she can’t help but mutter curses under her breath, lost in her own pleasure. "fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good." she hisses, throwing her head back. the raw intensity of her emotions written clear as day on her features.

her concentration nearly falters when she glances down, and the sight that met her eyes threatened to make her cum on the spot. the image of your hair spread out across the desk, your bouncing breasts with every upthrust combined with the feeling of your warmth against hers drove her to near insanity.

abby swore she had to be on the edge of a near-death experience, or some type of dejà vu as she gazed upon you in awe, swearing that you resembled a goddess straight out of a mythology book she had once read. though the memory of the goddess’s name was just out of reach, abby couldn't shake the feeling that she had personally seen a painting she once visited come to life in front of her very own eyes.

your hair, freed from its usual up do, was now cascading around your head and spilling off the edge of the desk like an ebony waterfall. your body, unrestrained, was a breathtaking display of femininity. each heaving breath caused your breasts to sway gently, your nipples hardened in anticipation. the way your skin glistened with a thin film of sweat only added to the captivating tableau.

in that moment, abby could almost imagine you as a divine muse from an ancient myth, a vision of beauty and desire. if she didn't snap herself back to reality, the mere sight might have been enough to send her hurtling toward an orgasm. but she had other plans, and she was determined to make them happen.

without warning, abby leaned down, her left hand resting beside your head to brace herself. as her mouth wrapped over one of your taut nipples, her tongue danced over the sensitive bud. simultaneously, her free hand kneaded your other breast, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. your hips bucked involuntarily, meeting her thrusts, and for a moment, it stuttered her pace, a low moan escaping her lips.

"fuck—baby, don't—don't do that," she pleads, filthy groans slipping pass her lips as her hand slides down to your hip, holding you firmly in place as her engorged clit pulsated with building intensity. she was determined to make you cum before she did.

your whispered invocation of her name caused her to glance up at your flushed, disheveled appearance. the sight was a temptation she couldn't resist, and crashed her lips against yours, the feverish kiss mirroring the urgency of your coupling. the closeness and ferocity of both embraces unconsciously synced your movements, hips rocking in unison.

"fuck! abby, i’m gonna cum, please!" your gasps grew heavier and staccato, your forehead pressing against hers as her pace quickened, breaths entwining. normally, abby would step in and reprimand her employees for behaving too freely when seemingly having too much fun. however, in this moment, she actively encourages it, the atmosphere brimming with an intense hunger for it.

"i know, baby, i know." abby's hand found your cheek, stroking it soothingly as if trying to appease your mind to allow what’s inevitable. "cum for me—cum with me," she pants, her pace faltering as she reached her zenith. her arms enveloped you, her hair acting as a curtain around the two of you. guiding you through your release, the slick of your shared pleasure coated your entwined bodies.

once over, abby’s rhythm ceased, and she collapsed on top of you, utterly spent. the weight of the night's passionate encounters bore down, leaving the two of you entwined in the afterglow.

in the act of catching your breaths, it gave abby post-nut clarity. her cheeks reddened, overwhelmed with shame for her past behavior, guilt gnawing at her insides as she realized how much of an ass she had been. it makes her get up, promptly making you sit up, confused.

with a shaky breath, she pushed her hair behind her ear, an expression that was nothing like her usual confident self. "look," she began hesitantly, her voice strained as she struggled to find the right words. unable to meet your gaze, she continued, "i’m sorry for everything. i've been having these feelings, feelings i-i don't even know how to process about you, but i... just wanted to say that i'm sorry for being such an asshole. it was pathetic."

finally, she looked at you, her lips laced in a pout. her confession took you by surprise, leaving you speechless. it was a side of abby you never saw, apologetic.

“asshole is an understatement.” you finally say, laughing softly, an attempt to alleviate the tension in the air, yet it brought no amusement to the receiver. with a quick gulp to clear your throat, you question, “what kind of feelings?” tilting your head to one side.

abby's mouth forms into a tight smile at your lighthearted comment. "they're romantic feelings," she confessed, taking a step forward. she knew the likelihood of your response, but nonetheless continued. "i wasn't lying when i said 'i love you’… but if you don't—" she let out a shaky exhale, the next words stinging. "I'll understand."

unable to suppress an oncoming smile, you take the sight of the usually tough-as-nails abby anderson, now a softie. taking for a moment before responding with a soft voice that leaves abby confused, "you look pretty like this.”

"what?"

"yeah, you should wear your hair down when we go on a date."

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pierced. pt. 5 | spencer reid.

He was starting to fall for you. Hard. It made him wonder if you'd ever be safe being part of the dangerous life he led.

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cw: fem!reader, 18+ content (MDNI), smut (oral m!receiving, riding, unprotected sex - WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!!!) fluff, angst, mentions of a body (general criminal minds behaviour)

a/n: ehhehehehe

The soft rustle of sheets stirred his sleep.

Spencer kept his eyes shut as he was gently coaxed from sleep, his muscles more sore than he remembers them being last night. He let out a tired sigh, a yawn pulling from his mouth as he blinked his eyes open slowly, his eyes starting to adjust to the warm morning sunlight that pooled through the curtains. Spencer’s brain suddenly caught up, realising that this was not his room and these definitely weren’t his  sheets. 

A soft sigh caught his attention and Spencer turned his head to see your bare back, sheets pooled at your waist. Spencer’s breath caught in his throat as he stared at your smooth skin gently bathed in sunlight. It took a moment for the memories of last night to finally be released from the grips of sleep, but he remembered. Remembered the softness of your skin under his fingertips, the gentle kisses you planted along his neck and shoulder, the feeling of you wrapped around him; all of it. 

“Can I?” Your eyes were gentle as you glanced up at Spencer, your fingers resting on the buckle of his belt, waiting for his permission. Spencer’s head was spinning seeing you on your knees in front of him as he sat on your couch with you between his legs. You gently squeezed his knee, getting his attention. “Spence?”

Spencer’s face went hot, running his hands down and face then pushing them through his hair. The memories of your warm lips pressing kisses all over him sent him reeling. Spencer wasn’t exactly experienced when it came to sex and he was sure that with anyone else he would have freaked out and panicked. But with you, it felt warm and intimate, almost natural to him.

The moment you took the head of his cock in your mouth, Spencer’s mind went white, unable to form a single cohesive thought at the feeling of your warm mouth wrapped around him. You reached up to intertwine your fingers with his, prompting him to use his other hand to guide you exactly where he wanted. You beamed at his nervousness, quickly pulling off of him with a quiet pop to lean up on your knees to kiss his lips softly, calming him down, “you’re doing so good, Spence.”

Spencer reached his hand out toward you, gently playing with the ends of your hair. You stirred at the feeling, eyes blinking open as you felt Spencer’s curious fingertips ghost over the skin of your back. You smiled softly, “G’morning, Spencer,” you greeted softly, your voice laced with sleep. Spencer’s hand suddenly retracted and you rolled over onto your back, glancing at Spencer’s sleepy face as he stared at you with intense affection.

“Hi,” he whispered.

“Hi,” you whispered back, reaching your hand out to cup his face.

Spencer was always confident in his ability to profile, to solve a case and help his team, but this was uncharted territory for him. The way you bobbed your head slowly, tucking your hair behind your ear as your other hand wrapped around the base of his cock, gently squeezing him. He had never felt anything that was somehow both sinful yet intimate and affectionate. He gently held your hair back for you and it made you want to grin and squeal with delight at how adorable he was. 

The more involuntary noises he made, the faster you bobbed your head and gently sucked at the tip. Spencer grabbed your hand, squeezing softly as you quickened your pace, his groans like music to your ears, “I…I think I’m gonna-”

Spencer’s hand came to gently hold your wrist as your thumb stroked his cheek, “feeling okay, Spence?” you asked, wanting to make sure you didn’t turn his entire brain to mush last night.

“Yeah,” he replied, “I feel great,” he looked like he was trying to suppress a wide smile, the softness of your shared intimacy making his chest bloom with warmth. 

“That’s good,” you chuckled, moving some of his messy hair out of his face. “Do you have to work today?”

Spencer frowned, “yeah, I do. I would have liked to stay here with you though. Maybe get some lunch,” he said through a sigh.

“We have all the time in the world for that, Spence.”

As Spencer came down from the intense high of his orgasm, he suddenly became mortified, realising he finished inside your mouth without much of a warning, which he came to understand a warning was pretty vital in intimate situations.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m so sorry-” 

You laughed softly, wiping the collected drool off the corner of your mouth, “don’t be sorry, Spencer. I wanted to make you feel good… Did you? …Feel good?”

“I feel like that goes without saying,” he said with a tinge of sass. 

Spencer pulled his boxers and pants back up, scurrying around the room looking for his shirt and other sock. You caught his attention when you sat up in your bed, stretching your arms over your head, your shoulder and neck cracking quietly. Spencer’s eyes glanced down your body, over the swell of your breasts and the dip of your waist. He really wishes he didn’t have to work today.

“Like what you see, pretty boy?” You teased, leaning against the headboard.

“Yes,” he replied like it was obvious.

You chuckled at his response, finally urging yourself to get out of bed. He watched your naked body saunter over to him, your hands reaching up to hook around his neck. Spencer’s hands instinctively held your waist, eyes dipping between the two of you to take in the perfect dips and swells of your body. He leaned down to plant a kiss to your lips, hands cupping your warm cheeks.

He pulled away, brows knitted together as thoughts swirled around.

“What’s going on in there?” You asked softly, your fingertips ghosting over his temple.

He sighed, “I don’t usually… do this kind of stuff.”

“What’s got you nervous?” You questioned, the gentleness of your eyes making him feel safe.

“I just, don’t want to lose… this,” Spencer whispered. “And I don’t want to just take you on one date, or think that I just want to have sex with you or-”

You kissed him gently, letting him sigh against you, “I don’t think any of that, Spence,” you reassured him, watching as he relaxed slightly under your soft gaze.

“...Do you want to come to Rossi’s dinner party with me next Friday?” Spencer suddenly asked. “As my date,” he clarified.

You grinned, “I’d love to.”

Spencer knew this was going to stay in his mind forever. He watched as your breasts bounced in front of him, one of his hands coming up to rub at your pierced nipple while the other wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as you bounced on his cock. You let out soft moans as Spencer’s hips met yours, your hands wrapped around his shoulders, nails scraping against his skin. 

“You feel- so good,” he whined out, his breath hot against the column of your throat. You moaned softly, feeling the warmth bloom in your belly. You grabbed Spencer’s hand that was pinching at your nipple and trailed it down between your bodies, pressing his thumb to your neglected clit.

Spencer was a fast learner, you showed him what you wanted and he complied, rubbing small circles on the swollen bud. You let out a loud whine at the feeling, tipping your head back as Spencer kissed your shoulder, gently biting the skin between your neck and shoulder. 

“Don’t stop,” you moaned quietly, your slick forming a white ring around the base of his cock. Spencer’s head was spinning as he tried to hold on for you, making you feel as good as you made him feel when you were on your knees in front of him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whined, bouncing faster and faster on his lap as you tipped over the edge, prompting Spencer to rub tighter circles on your sensitive clit.

“I’m gonna- again-” Spencer groaned against your shoulder, his arm around your waist tightening until you were pressed tight against his chest. You held his head and kissed him as he finished inside you, his hands gripping your hips as his own hips stuttered against you. 

Spencer was breathless as he panted against you, sweat forming a light sheen over his skin. Your thumb traced softly beneath his lashes, “you’re so pretty.”

Spencer walked into the bullpen with a slight airiness to him that did not go unnoticed. Spencer made himself a cup of coffee at the kitchenette, his second cup of the day after sharing one with you before he left. Morgan glanced at him sideways as he made his own coffee, noticing the slight confidence that Spencer never usually exuded.

“Fun night, pretty boy?” Morgan asked, stirring his coffee. 

“Was pretty normal,” Spencer lied, trying to remain inconspicuous, which proved to be rather difficult when mostly everyone he knew and worked with were profilers.

“Normal, hm? You just seem… very relaxed,” Morgan replied.

“Am I not always relaxed?” Spencer questioned, glancing at Morgan.

“The Reid I know is usually wound pretty tight,” Emily interjected, placing her empty mug in the sink. Spencer dropped his spoon on the counter.

“Am I being interrogated?” Spencer asked, eyes narrowing at the two of them.

Morgan and Emily pursed their lips, shaking their heads. Emily raised her hands in surrender, returning to her desk. 

Morgan took a sip from his coffee, “nice hickey.”

“Shit,” Spencer slapped a hand over his neck, pulling on the collar of his shirt to try and cover the evidence of his late night escapade. 

Morgan chuckled as he sipped his coffee, walking back toward the meeting room and finally releasing Spencer of his questioning, “Come on, lover boy. We got another case.”

Cases barely bothered Spencer so deeply. He was able to compartmentalise pretty well, treat every case as a case and not get emotionally involved. Sure, there were a handful of times when he got over-involved in some things, but he was rarely ever bothered. 

When he and Emily were assigned to visit the dump site of a body and begin a profile, he was fine until he saw the body. She was a young woman, mutilated and dumped by a river. The problem was, she looked like you. 

Spencer felt his heart thumping in his chest, he knew it wasn’t you, but she shared a lot of her features with you. And that deeply bothered him. Emily noticed Spencer’s behaviour the moment he hesitated getting any closer to the body. Spencer cared about you, he liked you a lot and had a deep desire to protect you, especially after the intimacy you shared the night before.

“You okay, Reid?” Emily asked from where she was crouched down by the woman’s body.

Spencer sighed quietly, “yeah. Yeah I’m fine.”

“Take a minute, I can handle this,” she replied. 

Spencer glanced at her, “No, I’m okay. She just-”

“-looks like Y/N?”

“Yeah.”

Emily sighed sympathetically, “go see her when we fly home. It’ll make you feel better.”

Spencer nodded, his lips forming a tight line. The other victims in the case didn’t look like you, just that one girl, he was able to bury the feeling for the rest of the case but he was antsy to get back to Virginia so he could see you.

You sat on your couch eating ramen you bought from a place you discovered recently, eyes glued to the TV as you watched a pretty terrible soap opera that you dare not turn off. You were far too invested in the ridiculousness of it to turn it off.

There was a sudden knock on your door. You turned the volume of the TV down, putting your ramen on the table in front of you. You walked over to your door, peering through the peephole. You were pleasantly surprised to see Spencer.

You opened the door, “Spence? I didn’t think you were back until-”

He suddenly crashed into you, your sentence falling flat as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his cheek against your hair. You hugged him back, hands gripping his shirt and holding him close. His sudden appearance made you nervous, wondering what prompted it.

“What’s going on, Spencer?” You asked quietly, pulling away from him to cup his cheek.

“I just needed to see you,” he replied, voice barely above a whisper. You frowned sympathetically, deducing it was probably his most recent case.

“You want to talk about it?” Your voice was gentle.

“Not right now,” Spencer said, “...Can we just stay like this?”

You nodded, “of course we can.”

Spencer spent the night holding you close, revelling in the feeling of your heart beat and the sound of your quiet breathing. He had just found someone who listened to him intently, liked the things he liked and liked him. He knew the fear was somewhat irrational, but the idea of losing you upset him, made him think irrationally, which was something that never happened to him. 

You stroked your hand through his hair, your warm fingertips soothing his nervousness and helping him calm down. He felt safe in your arms and it made him wonder if he deserved your kindness and your gentleness. 

Was it right for him to drag you into his dangerous life?

a/n: watch this become my whole personality

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[alcoholfreenayeon]

yow what abt twice mtls? confess first, fall in love, get jealous, fall out of love. great jeongyeon hc btw

Twice most to least likely: Get jealous

A/N: I feel some of these ended up sounding more yandere than jealous🙂‍↕️ but hopefully that’s just me😭hope you guys like it

Sana

She’s a huge flirt, she likes the way she can get people to be infatuated with her plus she likes to play hard to get.

Because of this she’s not used to people seeing her as a second choice so when she sees her partner having a good time with someone else when she’s available or even when she isn’t, it makes her feel strange.

It’s uncharted territory for her and she feels possessive immediately. After all what does the other person possess that Sana doesn’t. Why isn’t her partner yearning for her every moment instead of having a good time without her…

Nayeon

You’ll find Nayeon staring daggers at you with or without a polite smile. It’s really not a fun sight to witness because you just know you are in so much trouble later.

Nayeon feels very possessive of you. She’s someone who needs a lot of reassurance so you being clingy with anyone other than her doesn’t bode well with her.

Though she ends up feeling a bit silly after some time thinking for being so possessive she can’t help it, she wants you for herself and only herself.

Mina

Mina is a big introvert and she likes to stay indoors alot and keep to herself. But she knows she can’t really force you to do the same.

Nevertheless, she secretly wishes you would be that way. She’d prefer if she could have you all to herself. If it’s only you and her, all day everyday,

She feels sometimes she’s not good enough and that might make you drawn to others and hence gets her guard up immediately when she sees you being close with someone she doesn’t know.

Momo

You were happily chatting with your friend while waiting for Momo. You had known her for a long time, you didn’t take much notice of it when while laughing at a joke, she put her hand on your arm.

Soon enough, her instincts began to scream for danger and upon looking around, she spotted Momo a few meters away, glaring at both of you. “Is that your girlfriend?”…..

The journey back home was quiet. You realized how that might have looked out of context and were fearing Momo saw it differently. She was quiet though. “Everything ok baby?”, you ask her.

“Yes. But you need to sleep early and rest well”, she replies. “Huh? Why do I need extra rest?”, you question. “Well the couch isn’t very comfortable to sleep on is it”, she answers, unbothered, as she looks into the rearview mirror and applies her lipstick.

Chaeyoung

Chaeyoung and you were surprised to run into your ex at the mall. It was a bit awkward for the three of you but luckily there was no violence.

She hated how you and your ex became awkward because for her that meant you both saw each other and intentionally or unintentionally reflected back on the time you both were together.

She hated when while leaving, you both shared an inside joke which she didn’t know. Chaeyoung knew it’s just how these things go but that didn’t make her blood boil any less.

Tzuyu

Tzuyu is observant, she doesn’t always speak out, never mind her speaking her mind.

So when she was looking at your Instagram and spotted old posts of you and your ex, it just made her quite upset.

But she also knew it was the past yet she also thought you could have deleted it. After all wasn’t the ex was no longer part of your life.

Dahyun

Dahyun was watching you talk with the party’s host. It was normal. The two of you seemed to be getting along well.

She was standing a few feet away, getting something to drink when she suddenly heard the host make a suggestive flirty comment towards you. You didn’t realize it and just laughed along,

Dahyun though, gritted her teeth, it’s annoying that you always are so oblivious to these things. She’s gonna scold you for that later, as for the host…well, it’s a good thing her nails felt sharp right now.

Jihyo

Jihyo knows her worth and she knows you know it too. So she’s never really worried about someone else stealing you away.

But after watching some dramas, she got a bit influenced by them and began to worry that she didn’t like you as much as she thought or wanted because why wouldn’t she ever feel jealous. It was normal for couples to feel jealous at some point right?

And when she asked you to try and flirt with a cashier because she wanted to test something, you definitely felt it was a test. It took a lot of convincing from her and a promise that you wouldn’t get in trouble. Reluctantly you did it but when the cashier actually ended up giving you her number. Jihyo took your hand and dragged you out of the store without even buying anything. You were in big trouble.

Jeongyeon

Jeongyeon never has any real reason to doubt you. She knows you both love each other very much.

Of course, it’s inevitable that at some point either of you would get approached by someone else. It won’t be your or her fault if that happens.

But that’s easier to think when it hasn’t happened. When a fellow idol told Jeongyeon that she was lucky to have you and she should be careful you could get stolen. Though Jeongyeon was polite, her glare she ended up shooting at them later would have scared them silly.

[munano-theprophet]

Clipped Wings

Dark!Rafe x Reader

You had been dating Rafe for a few weeks now and noticed some odd behavior. One day, when the truth of his sanity comes to light, you’re taught just how hard it is to get out of Rafe’s clutches.

Warnings: Dark! Rafe, non-con, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, slight dumbification, forced marriage, controlling husband, stepfordization (technically?), sexual and psychological torture, freeuse kink at play, minors dni

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And in a sudden moment, your legs felt like heavy cinder blocks. You’ve been running in the woods for ages, never once taking a moment to stop and hold your breath. It’s been close to 15 minutes of continuous running, and you just started getting tired. You found yourself both cursing and giving him props for giving you the advice to work more on cardio and core or else he would have found you by now.

“Come on y/n…” you heard him in the woods. He was close…

…too close.

“If you come out now I won’t be as mad,” he said in a sinisterly sing-song voice that did nothing but evoke shivers down your spine.

You started to tread lightly, any snap or any step out of place and it was all over. Faster than you could even react, you were whipped around and you were face to face with ocean blue eyes that pierced right into your soul. Rafe smirked, “Gotcha”.

His iron grip was held during the entire trek, nearly dragging you back to his car with the long strides he took. He placed you into the passenger seat, and before he could close the door, your right foot attempted to connect with his face. While you were quick, he was quicker, he caught your lower leg before it could make contact.

He quickly turned it in a way that caused a quick second of severe pain, it was like he was hitting a pressure point. Upon impact, you yelled as loud as you could so that someone--anyone--could hear you. The corners of his mouth twitched into a smirk, “That’s it princess,” he said sinisterly, he knew your attempts were futile. “We’re in uncharted territory, no one can hear you from here.”

You slouched your arms, you felt hopeless. Your phone was dead, and even if it wasn’t, no satellite signal reached the uncharted territory of the island. You tried thinking of other ways To escape, but before you knew it, a cloth was on your mouth and nose. “Take it all in sweetheart. Remember that it was. You who brought us to this point…” he said to you as your vision started to darken and your eyes grew heavier. Your limbs felt jumbo and as you fought to stay awake, he just applied more pressure to the cloth you were breathing in.

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You wake up in a dark room, your vision was groggy and you didn’t haven’t much feeling in your limbs yet. You heard someone coming out of the bathroom, and quickly made out Rafe’s shape. You pretended to fall asleep and he sat next to you in bed, your body went rigid. “I know you’re up baby,” he said with his eyes piercing through you. You could could feel his lingering gaze roam your body, and if you weren’t so concentrated on keeping your breathing even, a shiver would have accompanied his statement. He exhaled, “I can either take it from you like this, or you can wake up and cooperate” he said, irritation growing in his voice.

You didn’t move.

He waited a few more seconds and then huffed, “Fine, have it your way then”. You opened your eyes slightly and he moved a bit closer to you placing a syringe to your arm. You started to panic, “W-wait Rafe no!”

But it was too late. He quickly injected it in your arm, and if you couldn’t feel your limbs before, they felt like jelly now. He sighs in satisfaction, “There we go, I say use this as a time to think about what you did earlier. Actions have consequences y’know y/n. Don’t they?” He said in a condescending manner. When you didn’t answer him, he quickly flipped your frame ove and spanked you, hard. “What did I just say?” You whimpered, “Yes,” you slurred. He spanked you again, “Yes what?”

You swallowed, you were not surviving this night easily. “Y-yes daddy”. You say in defeat. He made an animalistic groan once you said that, and being to furiously take off both yours and his clothes. “I wanted our first time to be special y/n,” he starts, taking off your shorts, a tear threatens to escape your eye, “but something tells me you like it rough”. You whimpered again when you could feel him struggling to take off your panties. The thickness of your thighs and the friction of the fabric made it harder for him to get it off. You heard a loud ripping sound, and saw your panties go the other direction. “P…please Rafe…” you tried to say, you were trying to wake your head up to almost no avail. He leans down, trailing kisses on your backside, “Don’t worry beautiful,” he unbuckles his pants and you hear them drop to the floor, “you’ll enjoy it”.

___SMUT STARTING BELOW___

He pressed his tip to your folds, and you can feel the smirk oozing off of him, “My baby’s excited isn’t she?” Your body had betrayed you, and your folds were slick with anticipation. Before you could even register his sentence, you felt him pound into you with excessive force. You cry out as he continues pumping into you. He exhales, “You feel so tight y/n, so tight and so right for me,” you could barely formulate words and only managed to get out sounds, “Mgskghdj fhdh”.

Rafe’s cock was as big as his ego—and Rafe has the biggest ego on the island. He filled you in a way you didn’t even know was possible and the pleasure he brought you from stretching you out started to have you in a blissful state. You didn’t know if it was the drugs or the dick that had you feeling good, but your body has never ever felt this good. After a few more strokes, you found yourself entering a much more docile and submissive state (maybe it was the drugs taking over, or you had chalked it up to your body succumbing to pleasure as a survival instinct). Your eyes crossed from the pleasure, and he used one of his arms to make you look up at him while the other played with one of your nipples. The extra stimulation was sending you over the edge as your brain felt like it had been switched off.

“That’s right y/n,” Rafe said, looking down at your complacent face, “don’t fight it. You wanna make daddy happy right?” You babbled a few incoherent words and were met with a slap to the face. This made you clench around him even more and you answered him, “Yes daddy”. He chuckled at you, “Looks like I’ve fucked my girl stupid, hm? My dumb baby making a mess on my cock”. You babbled a few more incoherent words with the grunting in his ear, he started muttering, “you’re only mine” and “this pussy belongs to me” “anyone who tries to take you from me is a dead man”. He used the hand that was playing with your tits to choke you, this caused you to clench on him even more and you could feel yourself about to cum. “Daddy wait I can’t take it anymore,” the pressure was building up inside you, but Rafe didn’t let up, “yes you can,” he growled while pounding into you even faster. You tried to lift an arm to hold him back, but all he did was laugh at your attempt, moving the arm out of the way and smacking your ass in the process. “I’ve waited so long to finally put a baby in you,” he wildly grins, “bearing my child so I can be a great father and provide for our family. Everyone on the island will know exactly who you belong to then”. You tried coming back to your senses, “N…no” you said, still in a daze. “Yes y/n, you’re gonna look so good filled with my babies, they will be heirs to the family company and have Cameron blood running through their veins”. You could feel his cock pulsing and knew he was close. “Please Rafe…not…inside!” You choked out as he went back to choking you. “A wife needs to shut the fuck up and know her place,” he said, pushing your head into the bed and placing your hand there to make you stay. He then exhaled as ropes of cum began to fill you up. You both orgasmed at the same time, and he thrusted a few more times as you came down from the high you just experienced.

Tears fell, you sniffled and laid there, wishing you were in another place but Tannyhill, wishing you were out of Rafe’s reach. He got off of you and pulled you close to him, “Good girl,” he said, placing kisses along your back before falling asleep.

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Four Weeks Later

You stared at the positive pregnancy test. This was the third box you’ve done, but you knew it was futile to try and live in denial.

You were having Rafe Cameron’s baby.

You haven’t left Tannyhill since that night, Rafe took your phone and texted your family that you’ve been staying at Tannyhill due to helping Sarah while she’s sick (while she wasn’t sick, she’s been off the island for a while, so the lie would stick for the time being). Your hands trembled as you were ready to break into a fit of tears, just then, you heard Rafe come into the house. You wiped your face and tried hiding the tests in the sink cupboard. “Y/n!” He called out for you, you hurriedly ran to him, plastering a fake smile on your face. “Good afternoon daddy,” you greeted him with a kiss. This was how you were expected to greet him every time he returned to the house, and if you didn’t, there were consequences that you knew all too well you wouldn’t want to go through again.

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3 Weeks Ago

You lashed out at Rafe for keeping you confined in the house with refusal to let you go. At dinner, you threw your food onto the floor, he swiftly got up and made his way over to you. He pulled your hair back and forced you to look up at him. “So you want to be a bad girl tonight? Fine, I’ll show you what happens when you want to disobey daddy’s rules”.

He spanked and fucked you mercilessly the entire night, and made sure his load stayed in you even after he was done by inserting a butt plug. He made you wear it around the house, especially since it vibrated, and was controlled on an app through his phone. Any time you misbehaved, he punished you by using it. There were extended times he would spend “re-educating” you back to living a “proper kook life”. He would make you repeat, rules, mantras, and statements. By the end of the day, you knew them like the back of your hand, but it wasn’t just one day though, it was multiple.

Rafe was slowly breaking you down and building you back up.

He wanted to mold you into something of his own creation. He wanted you obedient and docile, and available whenever he wanted. Slowly but surely, that was what he was getting.

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Present

“How’s my girl doing? Hope you didn’t miss me too much” he says kissing you back whilst holding you in his arms. “I tried not to,” you lied. “What’s for dinner tonight?” he asked. One of the other rules was that you were tasked with making breakfast, lunch and dinner. He was a bit early today and you got caught up with the pregnancy tests. “Salmon,” you said, “I was going to pull out the Cheval Blanc from the wine cellar”. He hummed in response and you noticed how he hadn’t let go. “But then again, it wouldn’t really be wise for a mother-to-be to be drinking…correct?” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, not knowing what to say. “You think I wouldn’t notice you delivering pregnancy tests to a house full of cameras y/n? You deserved to be punished just for thinking so stupidly”. His grip on you tightened and you felt pain in your lower back. You instantly started shaking your head, “No Daddy wait—” he grabbed you by the neck and pushed you against the wall, applying more pressure to that area as he spoke. “When are you gonna understand y/n, you’re mine and mine only. No one can take you or that baby from me. You can’t go to the police—I own the police, and if you try and step foot off this island, you will regret even thinking that idea was smart”. You clawed at his grip on your neck, “You and our baby are both Camerons, you will live in this house like a good housewife and take care of our children. And if anyone on this island even tries to help you, they’re family will have a new member to bury…if I don’t burn their body first”.

Children, he said.

He was going to do this to you more than once.

“The faster you learn your place, the better. Do we understand each other?” You nodded your head, barely any air for you to try and speak through the chokehold. He let you go and you slid to the bottom of the floor. “And y/n?” He knelt down to your level and picked your chin up,, “If you do anything that will jeopardize our baby, I can promise you that there are fates far worse than death. I have no problem with us starting the process over and over again”. He said before dropping your chin and leaving. You cried silently to yourself, but not loud enough to hear so that Rafe wouldn’t get worked up again. You put a hand to your stomach and sighed. something broke in you that day, and that piece of you that broke is something you’d probably never get back. You were going to carry out this pregnancy, for you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.

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1 Year Later

It was evening time, you were washing the plates after cleaning the kitchen, your son was fast asleep. As you were drying the plates, you felt a pair of hands come behind you, snaking their way to your waist. “The beautiful Mrs. Cameron”. He said proudly, you smiled at him. Rafe worked to make the wedding happen as fast as possible. Your parents were surprised and shocked that you never told them you were engaged, especially to THE Rafe Cameron. Everything was perfect and the day breezed by and you found yourself getting fucked by your newlywed husband at the end of it. The giant rock on your ring finger only further established his ownership of you, as the inside of the ring had the last name Cameron and the family crest there.

“Good evening daddy, I hope you enjoyed dinner,” you say as he places a kiss on your cheek. “I always enjoy your cooking. I felt the need to reward you for your good behavior”. He smirks, lifting up your dress. He pushed you back a bit as you automatically spread your legs, you knew the drill. Rafe had access to you at all times, whether it be in the morning or evening, bathroom or kitchen…whatever and wherever he wanted, it happened. He always had the final say, and you could only agree. You knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t. You were already wet and he plunged into you, fucking you at a steady pace while you tried continuing with the dishes. He grabbed and fondled you anyhow and everywhere on your body, and you let him because you felt your mind starting to float away. Through Rafe’s re-education, you were the perfect Kook housewife, you never spoke out of turn, always followed the rules and you never talked back. Every time he would use you, your brain always seemed to turn off, and the mantras that he forced you to memorize would play back in your head like an audio recording. You could feel he was close, “Tell me to cum in you,” he demands. You look back with pleading eyes, “Please cum in me daddy, I need you to breed me with your seed so bad baby”. You felt so docile and obedient in this position, taking cock and fulfilling your domestic duties. It felt so right to do as your husband says, to serve all of his needs and let him use you. You were a babbling mess again and he just chuckled at you, “What a sexy yet dumb bitch,” he said as he pumped you with his cum. You bobbed your head along, and as he came in you, your mouth watered as you began to get on your knees to taste him. You loved tasting him, it felt right to kneel down and choke on his cock, even if it made did you choke.

Before you could get the chance to put his tip on your mouth. Your son was crying from the nursery. Rafe lifted you up, “You get cleaned up, I’ll take care of him”. And with that you obeyed,

because you knew the consequences you’d receive if you didn’t.

Please let me know how I did! I lowkey miss writing dark content. Also, please take the time to vote on this poll xx

-M

[monstermoviedean]

let's talk about the bridge.

[spnwiki links known filming locations when available. in all three episodes, this is listed as the spur 4 bridge, lower seymour conservation reserve. it may appear in more episodes, but i'm not sure.]

the bridge appears in 05x02 (good god, y'all!), 13x18 (bring 'em back alive), and 15x20 (carry on). now. do i think this specific bridge was specially chosen each time to communicate a certain message? with respect to the crew, nah, probably not. do i think you can read a pattern here? ooh, yes. tl;dr: you cannot cross the bridge. merely standing on it means the rules have just changed in a reality-bending, fucked-up-beyond-all-repair sort of way. attempting to complete the crossing is an acceptance of the new rules.

in 05x02, the bridge appears as dean and sam are driving into river pass, colorado, the town controlled by war. the bridge is broken. they drive halfway across the bridge and stop. this is the first sign to sam and dean that something is seriously wrong here. this is no normal demon hunt. this is a problem on a scale larger than they can grasp. there's a literal gap between them and the town! they have to leave the car (/home) parked on the bridge and hike in. they are entering uncharted territory.

when they do, they find people killing each other and seeing demons where there are none. war is altering reality and playing people off each other. jo attacks ellen! rufus attacks sam! the townspeople turn on ellen and dean! you can't trust anyone! but actually...you can. none of them are demons. the danger is real, but it's not what it appears. and no one has ever come across anything like this before.

so what do sam and dean learn? the apocalypse is here. there's no going back. the rules have changed. the tactics they've always used don't work, because they are in a new reality now. and they accept that. while they can't physically walk/drive across the bridge, they do complete the crossing of their own volition. they accept that their world is different now and they will adapt to it.

in 13x18, dean and ketch are in apocalypse world walking near the bridge. they see a group of angels leading a group of shackled, hooded prisoners across the bridge.

two of the prisoners are executed by the angels right there. they do not cross the bridge. they die playing by the same rules they always have. it's the apocalypse, and they'll fight, but the angels are the angels and it's tough to win as a human. when i started writing this post i thought charlie had crossed the bridge, symbolizing her entrance into a new reality. but she doesn't! the angels fly away with her, without any of them ever crossing the bridge (below are back-to-back screencaps. sorry for the lack of visual but trust me on this)

charlie doesn't fully cross the bridge. she gets halfway across and then the angels fly her somewhere else. dean is hoping she finishes crossing. if she does, it's like she's crossing into his world. maybe this charlie will be just like the charlie he knew and lost. maybe he can save her. maybe he can undo it. but she doesn't cross and he so he can't get to her!

when he and ketch eventually catch up with her at the silo and escape, charlie hears about dean's universe and chooses to stay in hers. because it's hers. charlie's reality has been fucked with, certainly, but she chooses to accept the reality she knows and stay in it (for now at least). she's not outright rejecting the new reality of parallel universes, but she's also not letting the new reality dictate her actions. it's her home, it's her fight, and she's staying. she doesn't complete the crossing.

so that brings us to. deep sigh. 15x20. dean drives onto the bridge, ostensibly in heaven. he drives about halfway across. and stops. he does not cross the bridge. he gets out of the car and hesitantly walks around the front of it. i won't show you all the screencaps but he touches the car and stays pretty close to it as he walks.

the last one is about the furthest point he walks across the bridge, give or take. he doesn't go far from the car (which is a good strong symbol of dean's reality and home). you can see there's two vertical posts in the space between him and the car. when the final shot zooms out from him and sam, they are magically further across the bridge, about halfway across, about five vertical posts away.

dean standing on the bridge means the rules have changed. his world is different now. he cannot go back. this especially works with the next scene, which is the one of the cast and crew in our world saying goodbye. now, can you say that dean dying and going to heaven is the change? sure. but he doesn't cross the bridge. he doesn't accept it. could you say that simply means he's in denial about his death and apparent ascension? i guess. "but what about sam?!" shhhh, not right now.

i think it works much better as dean recognizing there is a new and unknown reality on the other side of that bridge, and instinctively knowing that there is something wrong. that he doesn't want to accept that reality. that if he finishes the crossing, he will be accepting it and will be unable to go back. and sam just appearing out of nowhere, seemingly materializing onto the middle of the bridge without actually taking steps to cross it? somehow moving dean with him so they're both further across the bridge? well maybe that's not real. maybe that's a trick to try to get dean to cross. maybe his acceptance of the new reality will sever his connection to his actual reality - war destroying the bridge in 05x02 certainly did that for the townspeople.

i know others have talked about dean crossing the bridge as an acceptance or an ascension, i'm nowhere near the first person to come up with that. but i do want to call attention to the previous iterations of the bridge. a broken bridge sam and dean cross, only to find war beyond it, an enemy the likes of which they have never seen. a bridge charlie is nearly forced to cross, but which she's taken away from before she can complete it (which would be more likely to lead her to jump realities). and a bridge dean starts to cross, but doesn't. a bridge that appears first in dean's reality, then in apocalypse world, then in dean's heaven, and then in our world, with jensen dressed as dean saying goodbye. and nobody ever crosses that bridge. it's a false promise. you can't do it. all you can do is stand on it and hope you'll be okay, even though you can't go back.

[rabbits-sin-den]

Gojo x Reader

Summary: Gojo disappears after you say I love you. So you punish him.

Minors: DNI

"Today's the day." I said to myself in the mirror.

It was our two-year anniversary. I'd been anticipating this one because today was going to be the day I said I love you. Neither of us have said it before which meant I would be the one diving into uncharted waters first. I was nervous on principal but based on the fact he's said everything but (mentioned a future together, asked about rings, got terminally jealous anytime someone else looked at me) I felt pretty confident he felt the same way.

I went to dinner and everything went swimmingly. We reminisced. We joked, laughed, and paid for our dinner. When he tried to invite himself into my apartment. I stopped him.

"I have work tomorrow and you don't know the meaning of moderation."

"Just quit already.” he whined.

"It's one more week. I might as well finish it out."

He whined some more and I teased him a bit before I finally took the plunge.

"I love you." I said. "I um....I wanted to make sure I said that."

Silence.

The longer it went on, the more nervous I felt. When I looked up, Satoru was looking away. When I was about to ask what was wrong he took a step back and disappeared. I blinked, dumbfounded. My heart pounded in my chest. As the shock wore off it seeped into anger and sadness. I went inside my house and closed the door, sinking to the ground.

He doesn't love me back.

The next few days were a blur. I was heartbroken. I even looked up new apartments to move into. I couldn't exactly keep him out of my house but I could move. Was it dramatic? Yes. Was I going to give myself the opportunity to just forget what happened and let myself be strung along? No. For the past two days the endless cuddles, kisses and passionate nights plagued me. I was almost happy I could work this week. At the end of Wednesday, my boss walked up to me with an oddly apprehensive expression on his face.

"You don't have to finish out the week." He said.

"Huh?"

"You don't have to finish out the week. Letting you off the hook early since you have two days of PTO accrued."

"Did I...mess up?"

"No. But you look like you need a break." He said.

I mean I guess the "eyes swollen from crying every night" look wasn't awesome to look at every day but he also didn’t care about things like that. So what’s happening?

He cleared his throat, looked meaningfully at my desk before walking away. There wasn’t any arguing it. I didn't want to sit at home and think but I didn't have the energy to go out either. I packed up my stuff and took the train home. When I entered the apartment. There Satoru was, looking relieved to see me. I glared at him.

"Get out."

He blinked in surprise.

"What happened?" He asked.

What happened?? Fuck you dude.

"I'm not interested in this game you're playing." I said while putting down my bag and taking off my jacket.

"What game?"

"The game where you pretend you didn't brush me off when I said I loved you." I seethed. "The game where I pretend that you didn't fucking hurt me."

My voice cracked at the end and I could feel the tears coming.

"I love you too." He said.

Bullshit.

"Too late."

"I...."

I peeked at him and he looked sheepish which wasn't like him. Guess he knew how badly he fucked up.

"I left like that because if I didn't I wasn't going to be able to let you go to work." He said.

I ignored him and looked into the fridge for some leftover comfort food.

"You got off work early for the week right?"

I paused.

"How did you know that?"

"I threatened and bribed your boss."

"...What."

Satoru walked over toward me.

"When you said I love you I...." He walked toward me and trapped me against the counter. "Even now, just thinking about it, I want to..." He got closer and I felt something hard pressing against me. "I want to ruin you for anyone else."

I finally braved a look at his eyes and even though I was pissed there was no mistaking that look. His eyes were dark with hunger and barely restrained possessiveness. There were a couple of nights when I got to see a glimpse of this look. Usually, after someone was a little too flirty with me or a random day where he snapped after not getting enough affection.

"You really hurt me." I said.

"I'm sorry." He said, leaning down and kissing me.

I could tell where this was going so I broke it off.

"How sorry are you?"

"Incredibly."

"Then make it up to me.” I said. “And I decide how you’ll do it.”

If I leave it up to him I’ll wake up with a brand new car and an apartment full of flowers. 

I sent him away while thinking of what could possibly make me forgive him for the past few days of hell he put me through. At first, nothing came to mind because nothing was enough. He seriously broke my heart. But it was also his first serious offense besides the cat thing. The apartment was filled with memories and evidence of his affection. The custom couch for he exclusively bought to cuddle more comfortably. The stolen kisses in the kitchen. The random gifts he’s given over the years.

But I don’t want to get played.

After a lot of deliberation I decided I can forgive this. Not before a little revenge though. I wanted him to suffer but not in a way that hurt him. An idea popped in my head and I smiled and pulled up the computer.

Friday morning when I was in the bath, he knocked on the door. When gave him permission he opened it. Satoru stood there in a maid outfit awaiting my orders. He looked confused but didn't dare complain. I stared at him for a bit before smiling at him. I sat up and turned my back to him.

"Wash my back and massage my shoulders while you're at it."

He walked forward and I held a hand up.

"What do servants say to their masters after an order."

"...Yes Ma'am."

"Good."

He came over and did as he was ordered. He was surprisingly good at what he does. I let myself make satisfied noises, enjoying the way he tensed up after each one.

"Thank you. That's enough. Start cleaning the kitchen and living room."

"Yes, Ma'am."

He left the bathroom and I contemplated what outfit would make this hardest on him. Probably me standing out there naked but I didn't have the guts for that. Plus it would be cold. I got out of the bath, draining it. After several minutes of deliberation, I decided staying in a towel might be best. He glanced at me, stiffened then resumed cleaning while avoiding me. I sat on the living room couch and turned on the TV.

"When you're done, come over here and kneel on the floor."

I didn't leave much for him to clean so within the hour he was in front of me kneeling. I got up and inspected the kitchen. He even got inside the fridge. Honestly, I wasn't entirely sure Satoru knew how to clean given his upbringing. I returned to the couch, sat down, and examined him. His skirt was slightly lifted from his half-hard erection.

"You did a good job in the kitchen. So you do have a little common sense."

I pressed my foot onto his cock and he jolted. His body trembled as I slowly put pressure up and down his shaft.

"So what were you thinking on our anniversary?"

"I wasn't." He replied.

"Exactly. You were thinking with this..." I pressed harder and he grunted. "Instead of thinking how that would affect who you're with."

"I'm sorry." He said breathlessly.

His hips started moving and I removed my foot.

"You're not off the hook yet." I said then I held out a vibrator that can be strapped to his dick. "Put this on."

I handed it to him and he glanced at me. He lifted the skirt up, putting it in his mouth, and revealed his unfairly pretty cock. I kept my face impassive as he slid the little ring over his shaft. He looked at me and I clicked the remote. His eyes widened and in his shock, he dropped the skirt, his body tensing up.

"You're going to do my laundry," I said. " And that's staying on till you finish. If you cum that's it." I said.

He nodded and got up. I clicked my teeth and he looked at me, eyes swimming with desire.

"What do you say?"

I could see a wild look building in his eyes.

"Yes master."

I waved him off ignoring how the change in title made me feel. I supervised him while he washed the clothes. It was the most out of control I'd ever seen him. In the middle of movements, I'd increase the intensity, causing his body to jerk. I'd lower it to the lowest volume then rapidly increase it while he was watching the washer. His breathing got heavier as time went on and while the thick tented fabric covered it, I knew he was slick with precum. His hands gripped onto whatever it could like a lifeline. After two hours he was done.

He looked at me, eyes silently begging me for some kind of release.

I picked up one of my underwear from the clean pile and walked over to him. I lifted up his skirt and sure enough, his heavy cock dripped with need. I used the underwear the clean up the mess and then threw it in the washer.

"You've got one more load to do." I said before sitting back where I was.

When the machine got going he walked over to me. I glanced up at him and he bowed his head. I flinched when he dropped to his knees and held my hand.

"I'm sorry for hurting you..." He said softly. "And I want to make it up to you."

He spread my legs slightly.

"May I?"

I was at my limit anyway.

"Sure. At my pace."

I laid down and the second his tongue pressed to my center I gasped. He immediately got to work, running his tongue over my clit and working his fingers in and out. Loud moans rained out of my mouth and I couldn't catch my breath from the onslaught. When I caught a glimpse of his face, the calculated sharpness in his eyes, I realized...I got played.

He got up, towering over me while shoving the vibrating ring further down his cock. He pressed the vibrating piece against my clit causing both of us to curse. His breath was shaky as he rubbed his dick up and down my slit.

"I wanna serve my master." He said with a shaky voice. "Please let me serve you."

You just wanna get off you bastard.

But fuck I wanted to get off too.

I nodded and he immediately inserted himself inside in one swoop. I turned my head to the side as I tried to adjust to the sudden fullness. He moved and I cried out as his cock brushed a spot that made my head spin. He increased the pace, wanton moans filling the air as he got some relief. Every thrust was a shot of pleasure. Loud slaps mixed with our moans as the pleasure started to build. Satoru leaned in, hitting a deeper angle. My back arched as I whined, clenching around him. His tip slammed into that wonderful spot over and over and over.

"Ah-!" I gasped as he slammed down a little harder.

I closed my eyes for a bit and Satoru picked up my hips making me match his pace. My whole body tingled. I was over the moon. I glanced between us and all I could see was a filthy mess. I was in love.

"No one else..." He said with a shaky breath. "I'll make sure of it..."

"Sa-..I-I'm-!"

"Come on my cock, master." He commanded in a guttural tone.

The tension snapped and I threw my head back as I came. My body twitched as he kept fucking me through my orgasm. He never let up, not for a second. His hips stuttered as he came inside me, thrusting deep inside with a victorious look. When he calmed down, he poorly feigned innocence.

"Oh no. I came without your permission." He said, using my finger to press down on the remote.

He was still inside me so both of us jumped from the vibrations. His body shivered as a blissed out look went over his face. He looked down, a sinister smile was on full display as he slowly started thrusting again.

"Looks like you'll have to punish me."

I shuddered and twitched every time the vibrator at the end of his cock brushed my clit. Even though it was too much, I couldn’t bring myself to push him off. Through the intense sensitivity the pleasure started to build again.

“You should’ve been turned into a snake.” I stuttered out.

He caressed my cheek.

“I love you too. I meant that.” He said softly.

”I’m not saying it back until I forgive you.” I pouted.

”I’m willing to put in the work.” He smiled.

The laundry machine beeped, making both of us jump. “Start by hanging up the underwear.” I said finally.

He kissed me on the cheek, looking at me fondly before getting up.

“Yes ma’am.”

[yukisubmarino]

It doesn’t matter what Kumiko wants.

(Minor Eupho finale spoilers ahead)

That’s the painful reality of Hibike! Euphonium’s third season, especially for the viewer who (presumably) aligns with our hero’s desires.

The third season does an excellent job in rehashing what we all loved about the first, but its biggest success is in twisting our expectations from the familiar to the uncharted. Kumiko becomes president, which means she can exercise greater control in getting what she wants right? Wrong.

As I’ve argued before, this (in part) is what makes Kumiko an excellent president. She realizes her place within the band is as a mediator, a punching bag, a soundboard, and—most importantly—a selfless decision-maker. It doesn’t come without pain, but it’s in learning to live with the disappointment that our hero grows to become the most effective (and successful) leader the Kitauji band has ever seen.

Kumiko isn’t the only one with unfulfilled desires, of course. Asuka doesn’t win gold, Nozomi can’t live out her dream, Shun doesn’t win Kumiko’s heart (yes i know what happens in the source material but let me have this one), Kanade doesn’t play at Nationals, Reina can’t…well…you know. And Kumiko doesn’t get the soli, even when getting the soli would be the most obvious thing in the world to happen for someone who deserves it.

But the thing is, someone else deserves it, too. Someone else will always deserve the thing that you want, and sometimes that means you won’t get it. It happens all the time! But in a medium filled with so much wish-fulfillment, it’s important to get these occasional reminders that disappointment is natural…and that it will all be okay in the end.

There are a lot of reasons why I think Hibike! Euphonium is the greatest televised anime ever made, many of which are technical and aesthetic and lean heavily towards personal taste. But perhaps the biggest reason is how a show about a high school band on the other side of the world—the most innocuous premise conceivable—manages to bring out some of the most important life lessons anyone of any age could possibly learn. Yes, I want what Kumiko wants, and it upset me so much that she doesn’t get it—just as much as it uplifts me to see the results of her growth born from that pain and frustration.

Hibike’s final act is the show’s greatest movement—a soaring testament to KyoAni’s storytelling power and the emotional height of what televised fiction can attain. Perhaps that’s a recency bias showing, but then again—how could I expect less from the greatest anime ever made?

[ezekiel-krishna]

🔢 Your 2024 Prediction (Numerology) Part 1

How to Know Your Personal Year Number :

1st Step : Add your date of birth [ Day & Month ]

Examples 2nd Jan = 2+1 = (3) 29 Dec = 29+12 = 41 = (5) 10 June = 1+0+6 = (7)

2nd Step : Since its Year 2024 thus 2+0+2+4 = 8 + Above number with 8

Examples (3)+8 = 11 = 2 (Personal Year Number) (5)+8 = 13 = 4 (Personal Year Number) (7)+8 = 15 = 6 (Personal Year Number)

Personal Year 1

This year marks a fresh start in your destiny, filled with endless possibilities. With all doors opening up and obstacles fading away, it's the perfect time to embrace new beginnings. Don't hesitate to take the initiative and make bold decisions. Let your creativity shine as you venture into uncharted territory.

However, keep in mind that this is the year of Saturn, which means delays and responsibilities may come your way. Saturn, being an adversary to the sun, which rules the number one year, suggests that you may encounter some initial obstacles.

But fear not, for competition, difficulties, and roadblocks are just part of the journey. Stay patient and calm as you navigate through them. Success will be yours, but remember that Saturn emphasizes the importance of taking responsibility, while the number one signifies leadership. In the end, you'll have to assert yourself and strive for what you desire. Just remember to approach it with kindness and avoid selfishness.

The combination of Saturn and the sun may make you slightly self-centered, but don't let that deter you. The convergence of the number one (sun) and number eight (Saturn) indicates that this is the perfect time to embark on something new. Whether it's starting a business, pursuing a job opportunity, forming new friendships, entering a relationship, or even moving to a new home, the universe is aligning in your favor. Embrace the possibilities and make this year truly remarkable.

This is a time for fresh starts and seizing opportunities, so take advantage of it while you can. Don't rush through obstacles, let them fade away naturally. Remember, honesty and integrity are key to success. Saturn governs your Karma, so shortcuts and dishonesty will only lead to failure. Stay true to yourself and work hard, as this new beginning is destined for greatness. Enjoy this period of new beginnings, as it won't come around again for another 9 years.

Personal Year 2

This year is all about connecting with others and fostering cooperation within your family and friendships. It's a time to build strong and lasting relationships that will bring value to your life. Remember, last year was a fresh start for you, and now it's about making it count. However, it's important to note that you can't do it alone this year.One thing to keep in mind is that the number two is influenced by the moon, which emphasizes the importance of harmony. Whether it's within your family or friendships, genuine warmth and understanding should be present.

Since this is the year of Saturn and the moon is its enemy, there is a tendency to feel disconnected from your emotions. It will be an emotional and sensitive year for you, as you will experience things deeply, just like anyone else in a personal year 2. You may find yourself becoming detached from your emotions and not fully expressing your true feelings. Depending on your personal circumstances, you might even experience a slight sense of depression and heightened anxiety.

As this year progresses, you will undoubtedly overcome any challenges that come your way. The key to doing so lies in your ability to connect, cooperate, and work with others. Remember, you are not alone in this journey. Whether you are single, in business, or working independently, it is crucial to establish connections with people around you. By doing so, you will find that happiness will flourish, and a sense of well-being will prevail.

Family plays a significant role in your life this year, as many of the problems you face can be resolved through open communication and bringing your family closer together. Make this your main focus for the year - binding your family matters by fostering connections. By doing so, you will experience increased happiness, support, and reciprocation from others.

While starting new relationships is possible this year, it may progress slowly due to a natural inclination to be cautious and not easily trust others. The alignment of the moon and Saturn indicates a slight sense of distrust. If you decide to embark on a new business venture or change your job, keep in mind that you may need to adapt to the preferences and expectations of others.

It is important to fit into the new job or business situation completely, even if it may not align with your personal preferences initially. However, by blending in and making necessary adjustments, you will have the opportunity to shape your job or business situation according to your desires in the following year.

Personal Year 3

Jupiter's influence will bring expansion in all aspects of your life this year. Your social circle will grow, new people will come into your world, and you may even embark on exciting travels and romantic adventures. Personal year 3 in 2024 promises a positive and joyful connection with others. Saturn's universal year number eight, however, will also play a significant role. You may reunite with old friends or romantic partners, visit new and familiar places, and experience a karmic revisiting of the past to shape your future. Let go of negative emotions and grudges as you embrace this transformative year.

This year is going to be a turning point for you. The people you meet will play a significant role in your life, leading to more than just temporary friendships. You are expanding your social network and forming strong relationships. Get ready for a year full of dramatic moments and excitement around every corner. It's going to be an enjoyable year as you dive into new experiences like starting a new romance, job, or taking on more responsibilities. Just remember, it won't be drama-free.

As it's a Saturn year, be cautious not to become lazy. While there are many good things coming your way, you still need to put in the effort. If you slack off, you might find yourself in unwanted drama. Learn to go with the flow with your superiors, boss, and those around you. Don't disappoint anyone and avoid selfishness. Cooperation and considering others will bring happiness, enjoyment, and thrilling moments into your life.

This year is especially favorable for artistic individuals like actors, actresses, writers, musicians, and performers. There are plenty of opportunities for creative performances. Additionally, Jupiter's influence will bring good fortune to many. Students will have a successful year in terms of education. Managing a baby or getting along with your kids will be smooth sailing.

Personal Year 4

When you're in your personal year 4, the focus will be on security, stability, and making sure everything falls into place in your life. Despite your efforts to create a safe and solid foundation, unexpected opportunities may arise out of nowhere.

I've witnessed individuals in their personal year 4 experience sudden job offers, relocations, and new relationship prospects. Embrace these new possibilities and let go of the need for certainty.

While it may be a bit overwhelming, there's also the potential for promotions or new relationships. Make decisions wisely during this time. People in their personal year 4 will be productive and efficient, avoiding wasting time. There may be moments of anxiety, but push through and get the job done. It's a year for hard work and making improvements in all areas of your life.

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[chiropter36]

Uuuurgh okay so I’m working on a follow-up to “three or more foxes form a skulk” and it’s slow-going but it IS going… and then a few nights ago as I’m laying in bed, an entire freakin’ scene forms in my head, and it’s NOT a part of what I’m working on and CAN’T be because it involves both Nine and Knucks being at a point character-development-wise that they won’t be at until AFTER that… but the scene won’t get out of my head so I’ve decided to write down a bare-bones version and hopefully this’ll satisfy my brain and I can get back to the fic I’ve actually committed to finishing.

So yada yada sometime after “three or more foxes”, something something the chaos council returns/some other threat happens, something something Nine and Knucks get split off from the others and have to take shelter somewhere, they’re out of immediate danger but are going to have to stay put for a while, whatever structure they’re hiding in gives a view of the night sky, blah blah they’ve settled in and taken care of all the practical stuff and are now sitting in half-awkward half-comfortable silence, ’cause like they’re basically friends by this point but obviously haven’t done anything silly like say that to the other’s face, then…

Knucks, staring at the night sky: “Y’know, there was a time I doubted I’d ever get to see the stars again.”

Nine is surprised and not sure how/if to respond to that, so just quietly listens as Knucks continues talking, in a tone like he’s only half-aware he’s speaking out loud, reminiscing about how his mother used to tell him old echidna stories about warriors and adventurers and beasts that were immortalized in the stars; and how even after she died when he was still young, he kept the habit most nights of picking out all the constellations she had shown him and reciting her stories in his head.

He’s quiet for a bit after this, and the Nine of only a few months previous would have easily just left it at that, but now surprises himself when he suddenly finds himself whispering:

Nine: “’Least you knew yours.”

Knucks starts, as though just remembering Nine was there, and frowns. Even though Nine has become MUCH more open with him and Rebel and the others in the months since their return to the city, it’s still very unlike him to volunteer information about his past unprompted, and this is uncharted territory for both of them.

Nine doesn’t elaborate, so after a moment Knucks tentatively decides to test the waters.

Knucks: “You ever… have anyone else? A dad, or grandparent or somethin’?”

Silence, then a single quick headshake, the minimal amount of movement to convey the answer. No elaboration seems forthcoming, and Knucks assumes the conversation is over, but then a quiet sigh reaches his ears, and:

Nine: “All I know is at least one of them was around long enough to give me a name – which I don’t use anymore, so don’t ask – then at some point left me at a group home and never came back.”

Slight pause, then he continues:

Nine: “I assume it was ‘cause of... well, the obvious…” – he parts his mechanical tails and gives the two furry ones a little wave – “But I don’t actually know for sure. The caretakers always got annoyed at me when I asked about them. Well, when I asked questions in general, but they seemed to get especially snippy on that subject. Probably mad that my parents saddled them with me, whatever their reasons. Anyway, I learned pretty quick to stop caring.”

He shrugs, trying to affect an unconcerned vibe.

Another stretch of silence as Knucks digests this information. Before he can figure out a response, Nine speaks up again:

Nine: “So… did you have a dad around? You mentioned your mom, but…”

So Knucks thinks, well, apparently we’re doing this now, and tells him that yeah, he has some memories of his father, playing with him as a puggle or smiling down at him in his mother’s pouch… but the pleasant memories are few and too soon he reaches the point where he either stops talking or delves into why all this is in past tense.

For some reason, he feels like he has to push forward in this right now.

Knucks: “I was about four or so… some bandit crew attacked the village we were stayin’ at. Pop went out to fight ’em, but they were apparently pretty tough an’ outnumbered him, so Ma left me with some friends and went to help. In the end, they fought ’em off an’ saved the village, but… Ma was the only one who came back.

“An’ she didn’t get out unscathed. One of the bandits was a platypus, see, an’ during the fight he got her with his spurs. Didn’t kill her – there were some other platypuses in the village who had some antivenom on hand – but… it did some lasting damage. So a year or so later, when she got sick...”

A brief glance at Nine tells him he doesn’t have to finish.

Another stretch of silence. Then, Nine’s voice, barely a whisper:

Nine: “Sorry.”

Knucks stares for a moment at the fox kid he once saw as nothing more than a villain to be taken down. He looks back up at the stars, his reply gruff but just as quiet.

Knucks: “Is what it is.”

Pause.

Knucks: “But for the record… same.”

Nine stares for a moment at the echidna he once saw as nothing but an aggravating foe trying to stop him from making his perfect world.

He mulls things over for another stretch of silence.

Nine: “So, I only really know about constellations in concept… What are some of them? The ones your mom told you.”

Knucks: *quiet, sad sigh* “That’s the thing… I don’t remember ’em anymore.”

He goes on to explain that when he and Rebel were trying to get the rebellion off the ground, he’d used to look up at the ceiling of whatever place they were hiding out in that night, and imagine the night sky and try to keep doing what he’d always done, pick out the constellations and tell himself his mother’s stories… but the day to day grind of life under the Chaos Council’s regime got harder, and he had more important responsibilities than making sure he kept up a childhood habit…

Knucks: “Didn’t even realize I’d fallen outta the habit, until the skies finally cleared up – thanks to your tech an’ all – and I looked up, and… I still couldn’t see any of ’em.”

And he’s sad, but also apparently just resigned to the notion that the last of his people’s stories have been lost forever because he couldn’t keep them in his head. The conversation appears to end on that depressing note…

Nine: “I think I… kinda see some kind of warrior-type figure there?” He points at a group of stars. “See, those four stars in a line, could kind of be a sword, then… I mean, if we’re being extremely generous, that cluster there could be a person wielding it or something…”

And Nine’s fumbling but genuine attempts to invent new constellations brings a small smile to Knucks’s face, and he starts joining in, and lightheartedly ribbing Nine’s ideas which gets him snarking back, and shooting ideas back and forth for stories behind the new constellations, and the scene ends with Nine sleeping comfortably with a slight smile on his face, as Knucks keeps watch, looking up at the stars with a less somber feeling in his heart than had been there since the sky had cleared.

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Okay that’s all I got. Go, plot bunny, be free! I love you but I just need you to leave me alone for a bit.

[slafkovskys]

jurajs favorite sight is older reader in her (perfect fitting) dress pants + heels when he wakes up in the morning. she’ll be putting on some finishing touches to her hair or makeup when she hears him rustling around in the bed and when she looks over, he’s just watching her with a smile on his face. maybe he even took a few pictures too.

“i was trying not to wake you,” she pokes her head out of the bathroom after one of the cabinets slams a little too loudly, “‘m sorry.”

“been a wake for a few minutes,” his voice is groggy in the way it always was in the morning and he rubs at his eyes. he pushes himself up on his elbow and a soft smile plays on his lips as he takes in her appearance, “do you have the meeting today?”

“no, it’s next week, but since you’re awake,” she crosses the room and grabs the two pair of high heels she had sat at the foot of the bed and holds them up so he could see, “i need your opinion.”

“are we firing anyone today?” he asks and her eyes narrow jokingly, “wear the red. you always look badass, but look extra badass in those.”

“perfect, thank you, baby,” she leans over and presses her lips to his, “now go back to bed, it’s your rest day.”

“i can bring you lunch later, if you want,” he offers almost uneasily. in the last couple of months she had opened up so much in their relationship, but her job was still somewhat uncharted territory. he’s come to her office a few times when she was the only one left and had refused to come home, trying to fix somebody else’s screw up before the morning. she swore the couch in her office was starting to get a juraj shaped indentation. he shakes his head, “but we can dinner-”

“lunch would be great. it’s a pretty day, we can take it out to the roof,” she offers and he nods, “perfect.”

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 10: Cuckolding

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 6070

Warnings: Afab!reader, bisexual, cuckolding, cunnilingus, blowjobs, very mild bondage, threesome, sharing is caring, big cock, light humiliation, cum swapping, sex toy (onahole), use of she/her pronouns and the term 'girl'

A/N: This was actually supposed to be NTR, per the Kinktober prompt, but when I started writing this it turned out to be more of a cuckold situation ... aaaand then it just became a bisexual threesome by the end, look. It might be a bit offtopic but we're gonna' roll with it okay? dfjnksergh

⭐

Saying Gorou doesn’t have a poker face would be putting it mildly. He’s as easy to read as an open book and it’s technically not even any fault of his own. It’s that damn tail of his. No matter what he does to try and hide it, it always gives him away. Gets him into trouble he might otherwise have been able to avoid had he been able to control it a little better, or if he didn’t have it at all. 

Even now when he’s actively trying to avoid looking at you and you think, maybe he’s starting to have second thoughts about this, the furry appendage just keeps insistently wagging back and forth at such a high speed it almost seems to turn into a soft brown blur of motion. He’s excited about this despite the slightest reservations still lingering in the back of your mind which was good, at least. Reassuring. 

Because one look at Itto standing off to the side assures you you’re not the only one feeling uncertain and just a bit hesitant at the moment. 

He makes a valiant effort to hide it behind his usual self assured mask (and an even greater effort to hide the half filled out cock behind his massive hand) but he’s failing at it just about as miserably as you probably were, and hardly any wonder there. This was completely unchartered territory, after all. You couldn’t even be sure which of you had first posed the suggestion over drinks and taiyaki late one nondescript evening but here you were, standing naked together for the first time, and Gorou looked like he was going to start levitating right up off the bed he was bent over if his tail picked up any more speed. 

If it hadn’t been exactly what he’d asked for, if he hadn’t admitted his deepest, darkest fantasies to you in hushed whispers with sweet sake on his breath, you would have called the whole thing off. If it had been just about anyone other than the big oni oaf trying his damndest to look cool and sauve while cupping his junk in the corner, you would have beat a hasty retreat right then and there. But Gorou had been clear about what he wanted, and Itto had assured you both he was down to play on his terms. 

Now the most pressing issue at hand seemed to be how to kick things off without making a complete and total fool out of yourself.  

Drawing a steadying breath, you reach down to thread your fingers through the back of Gorou’s short hair, deciding there was comfort in his familiarity. He gives a low groan and arches into the touch, encouraging you to close your first around the roots and tug. Rumbling a low sound of appreciation, the general acquiesces without qualm and slides off the side of the bed to settle more firmly on his knees. With him kneeling on the floor now, you use his hair to pull his face around and make him look up at you. 

And it’s instantly clear why he’d been avoiding this. He already looked a wreck even though you’d barely even touched him yet, having only gone so far as securing his hands at the small of his back with a length of silk rope, just as he’d requested. Had said it would stop him from giving into the urge to touch you or his cock when he shouldn’t have been doing either and work as an effective reminder of his role here. You understood why this appealed to him perhaps more so than anyone else precisely because it appealed to you too, and it was so very easy to imagine the roles reversed. 

If it had been you made helpless to do anything but watch while someone else took Gorou for themselves, you would have been just as much a wreck too. 

“Precious boy,” You coo at him, sliding your hand forward to cup his cheek tenderly. He nuzzles into the gesture, complete with a soft whimper in the back of his throat, and it makes you smile. “Are you ready to get started? I don’t know how much more waiting I can take.” 

Squeezing your thighs and rubbing them together, squirming in place for his benefit, has the intended effect of making Gorou’s straining cock eagerly jump in his lap. There’s nothing he can do about it with his arms secured behind him though, which just leaves him helplessly drooling sticky precum all over himself. The bead of glistening moisture that runs down the underside of his length catches your eye in the low lamp light and you watch its steady descent with nothing short of fast mounting excitement. This may have been his fantasy wish fulfillment but you would have been hard pressed to deny that you weren’t equally invested. 

“Yes.” He softly breathes, practically hissing the word. 

Stamping down an eager shudder, you straighten up and gesture to Itto. He hesitates only for a moment before moving across the room. His hand falls away in the process and you voraciously drink in the sight of his heavy cock bouncing between his legs with every step, equally big in length and girth. If ever you’d harbored any doubts about his oni heritage, this would have certainly dispelled them. 

Pulse quickening, your heated gaze quickly darts from one cock to the other. Truth be told, you were more partial to Gorou’s but you could understand the appeal in the size difference and why Itto was the one joining you rather than someone else. It wasn’t just that the two of them were good friends, at any rate. 

“I know we already talked about this but, uh,” The much, much taller male says as he steps up into your space, close enough for his thigh to brush your hip. Tentatively, he brings the nearest hand up to touch the back of your neck before evidently thinking better of it and sliding it further down to rest across your waist. 

The rapport you shared with him was not quite as close as Gorou’s and it showed in his uncertainty. More to the point, however, you suspected Itto was not quite as confident when it came to women as he’d like to appear, and you send him an amused, sidelong glance but his ruby eyes were all for Gorou in that moment. 

“I don’t know if I can actually be mean to you, little dude. I mean, I get the vibe and everything but you’re just way too chill. It wouldn’t feel right if I started saying nasty stuff to you out of nowhere. You haven’t exactly done anything to deserve it, you know what I mean?” 

“That’s fine.” Gorou murmurs back, soft and distant. 

You, on the other hand, pin Itto with a playfully wry look. He might need a little nudging but you were confident he had it in him, with the right incentive of course. “You’re not trying to stall, are you? And here I thought we were inviting a big, bad oni into our bed … guess that was our mistake.” 

Scoffing, Itto shoots a look of his own your way, clearly prepared to rise to that challenge just as he always was no matter what was being called into question. “You don’t gotta’ worry about that, honeybun. Arataki “Sex God” Itto is here to make sure both of you have a night you won’t soon forget and you can count on that!” 

Your laughing abruptly cuts off when he applies just enough pressure at the base of your spine to pull you in against him and your pulse immediately starts to jackhammer. It was hard not to be a little intimidated when you felt so small and powerless standing flush with him like this. But your own excitement is undeniable as you tip your head back to look at him in open invitation. Itto hesitates only a quick moment, swallows his nerves and then slowly bends at the waist — something he was probably going to be doing a lot of tonight when you and Gorou were both so much slighter than he was — and you moan, very softly, when he presses his mouth to yours. 

The sound reverberates, echoed by the man kneeling at your feet to further encourage you. It prompts you to bring your hands up and carefully wrap them around Itto’s impossibly wide shoulders. His kiss is a bit sloppy and not half as careful as Gorou’s are, but you can see the appeal in this too. It sets your blood to boiling, and you clutch at him all the more fervently when you feel yourself start to ease into the sensation of someone new. Someone different. It wasn’t bad, just unfamiliar. 

With a slight shift of his weight, you feel Itto reach further down and you crack your eyes open enough to watch him palm the top of Gorou’s head. With that staggeringly large hand, he guides the smaller man closer to the action and your guts curl into a tight, thrumming knot at the ready submission he shows the oni. That hazy look in his teal-blue eyes only seems to grow more pronounced as he rocks forward on his knees until only a negligible amount of space separates his face from your pelvis where he takes a deep, savory breath. No doubt tasting the potent cocktail of arousal and hormones that scent the air on the back of his tongue. A shudder races up your spine at the implication, Itto mirroring the reaction just a second later when it seems to bleed from you into him like a chain reaction domino effect. 

He reluctantly straightens up from you at that point, slowly taking in first your expression and then Gorou’s. You could tell he was a bit overwhelmed with this, a little outside his usual element (sex god, indeed) but he puts on a brave face all the same. Sliding the hand on your back lower, Itto gives your ass a playful, taunting squeeze as if to test the waters but when you eagerly arch against his touch he seems to find some of his usual confidence. Grabbing your backside in earnest this time, he gives the meat of it a greedy, possessive jostle before delivering a quick swat to make you jolt. You can’t quite stop yourself from giggling, low and sultry — for his benefit as much as Gorou’s — and he gives you a big, eager grin in return before nudging you towards the waiting bed.

Impressed that he was finding his footing so fast, you readily comply and turn to crawl up onto the edge of the mattress under his guidance. He takes a moment to stroke that big hand over your ass again, encouraging you to spread your legs a bit more in a hushed, tentatively coaxing tone that sends fresh tremors racing down your spine. You weren’t sure what to expect from him when this was all so brand new and foreign, having Itto of all people looking at and handling your naked body like this, but it still surprises you slightly when he shuffles back a step once he’s satisfied with your positioning. 

“Alright. Come get her ready for me, doggy.” 

Your heart skips a beat, genuine surprise washing over you at that. It takes everything you have not to turn and look while you’re acutely aware of them moving around behind you, getting resituated, but you force your body to remain still. So he really had paid attention during the talk you'd had leading into this …

Even though you expect it, you still start when Gorou leans into you and shoves his face between your legs. Hands fisting the sheets, you push back into him, groaning, while Itto moves another shuffling step so he can watch the action from a better vantage point. Gorou’s mouth gets right to work on your cunt, eagerly licking from the top of your slit down and then back up again, almost successfully distracting you from what the oni is doing. Almost, but not quite. 

Shoulders tense with anticipation, you crane your neck to look back at him only for a full bodied tremor to tear through you when you find Itto distractedly tugging at his cock. His heavy lidded eyes remain locked on what Gorou is doing, only glancing up from the softly moaning brunette when you release a faltering sound of your own into the statically charged air. He regards you for a long moment, brows pinched in what could only be arousal, before dragging his attention back down and you do the same to watch his thick fingers work over his even thicker length. Gods, he was huge. You weren’t even sure if he was going to fit. 

Gorou seems likewise aware of the logistical challenges in this arrangement, because he’s much messier about eating you out than usual. His wet tongue swirls and laps, gliding through slick folds and creases with a sort of sloppy abandon you didn’t normally see in him, leaving behind an excessive amount of sticky spit in his wake. Focusing his efforts on your palpitating hole and even taking the time to tongue fuck you, it doesn’t take long at all for him to have you feeling like a goopy mess between the legs. Saliva and pussy slick mix together to create a truly viscous consistency that leaves you aching for some real friction even as you grind back on his mouth and nose, smearing his face with it much to his groaning delight. 

Both you and Gorou are outright panting by the time Itto comes close again, his hot, heavy breaths on your clenching pussy just making you shudder all the more. You’re distantly aware of him reaching out to palm the top of Gorou’s head once more and the blatantly possessive, dominating gesture draws another low groan from the general, fanning yet more sticky air across your cunt in the process. You issue a soft noise of your own when Itto pulls him away from you, leaving you to pitifully circle your hips against nothing but resounding emptiness in his absence. Pushing up, you quickly twist around and watch Gorou shift on his knees to fully face the big oni, pink tongue already lolling out of his mouth. 

“My turn now.” The taller man murmurs and you don’t miss the slight waver in his voice, like he still wasn’t totally sure if what he was doing was the right way to go about things. 

But Gorou doesn’t need to be told twice, and your breath hitches when he lurches up to lathe that thick cock in attention that was just as messy as what you had received. The sucker punched noise Itto huffs out rushes straight to your cunt and you shift around a little more to get a better look. Watching your normally polite and well mannered boyfriend slobber all over another man’s big, hefty cock like some common whore unexpectedly turns out to be one of the hottest things you’d ever seen, and you just stare at them in mute fascination. 

“H - hey, there ya’ go,” Itto reaches back to grip Gorou’s neck, the way he slurs and stumbles over his words further belying the effect this was having on him. “Get me nice and wet for your girl, puppy. You know she isn’t used to someone of my size … isn’t that right?” 

You send him a slow look, wondering at his earlier assertion that he couldn’t be mean even if he’d wanted to, but it doesn’t really matter either way. Gorou seems to eat it up, his tail rapidly thumping against the floor as he inches himself somehow even closer to Itto until he’s practically pressed up against his legs, moaning hotly around the cock now wedged in his mouth. His ears press back, folding almost flat against the top of his skull, but his eyes remain locked on the taller male's face, practically begging him for more. 

Letting out another low hiss of surprise, Itto squeezes the back of his neck tighter. “Holy shit.” 

You couldn’t have agreed more. 

It seems to take a great deal of effort for Itto to finally drag Gorou off his cock a few minutes later, his shoulders sagging slightly at the loss of that hot, wet mouth around him. He stands frozen for a moment, just admiring the glistening thread of spittle that stretches between them before apparently gathering his resolve. Gently pushing Gorou back to give himself some space, Itto at last turns to you and brings one knee up to brace on the edge of the bed. You get the picture quickly enough, turning to get on your hands and knees again, and your pussy clenches eagerly when he grabs your hips so he can pull you back against him. You’re sure your heart is going to pound right out of your chest while he takes the time to position you how he wants, no doubt making sure the angle was just right for Gorou to get a front row seat to watch you get split in half. 

“Ready?” 

“Archons, yes.” You groan, and dramatically arch your back to make sure Gorou got a good long look at your cunt being presented to another man. It’s almost a little embarrassing, hamming it up like this, but if the general was willing to give in to the urge to act like an unrepentant slut then so were you. “I need you inside me Itto, I’m already so wet for you. Please fill me up … I need your cock.”

“Shit.” 

Catching your bottom lip between your teeth, you try to brace for what was coming next as he possessively takes hold of your hips to hold you in place and stop your squirming. You still had some lingering doubts that you could even take something of his size, even with the prep, but you force yourself to relax into it when Itto eagerly presses into you from behind, his own excitement showing in the way he impatiently lines himself up. 

The glans is hot and sticky with lingering spit as it nudges against your cunt and parts the lips under that stilted, slow pressure he exerts, gradually sinking into you bit by excruciating bit. You feel dizzy with it almost instantly, how heavy and oppressive he feels behind you. Your body offers up resistance as soon as he starts to truly breach your entrance though, the stretch to your guts far too great and unfamiliar, and you go ramrod stiff, sucking in a sharp gasp of air. 

“Oh!” 

“Oh ho, ya’ hear that, little buddy? I think she likes it,” Itto softly laughs but the strained, shaky quality of his voice is not lost on you even at this pivotal moment when all the tension in the room feels like it’s reaching true critical mass. He pauses, seems to hesitate, allowing you just a brief moment to adjust and relax the muscles as much as you’re able to, before giving his hips another little push. The way you moan in stricken pleasure seems to bounce off the walls on an endlessly looping echo, ringing in your own ears. 

“Archons above …” 

You don’t get a chance to acknowledge Gorou’s awestruck murmur, much too preoccupied with the massive cock carefully working itself into your body. At least Itto knew he was big, you think to yourself, and thank the gods for that. You’re not sure what you would have done if he’d tried to force it in all at once, either not realizing or not caring that he was much bigger than the average man. The strain of it is all pleasure laced with tinges of discomfort just shy of pain and that intense pressure on your guts makes you go cross eyed by the time he finally slides home, settling against the backs of your thighs at long last with a low, drawn out groan of his own. 

It forces the air out of your lungs in one big, shuddering woosh and you shake so hard the bed softly creaks under your weight. You’d never felt so damn stuffed in all your life. 

“That’s a tight fit.” Itto rumbles out another laugh, or tries to, but it just sounds thin and tremulous in the stuffy room. 

A soft whimper on the floor pulls your head up, and you turn just enough to glance over your shoulder in time to watch the big oni place his hand on Gorou’s head so he can pull him closer. Your pussy throbs around the thick intrusion that’s got you speared down the middle when you feel the brunette’s breath hit your skin again, hovering so near the spot where your bodies are joined that a sudden surge of white hot arousal washes over you, making you writhe in place. 

But Itto seems to be on a mission, evidently committed to his role of playing with you and your boyfriend despite his earlier uncertainty on the matter. He holds Gorou in place while he carefully starts to draw himself back only enough to give a small, staggered thrust into the pulpy heat of your cunt. For as slight as it is, the weighty push against your innards still makes you lurch, head hanging low now as Itto gradually works his way up to a quicker pace. The soft, wet click of your body taking him in sounds loud in the still air, but Gorou’s quiet sighs and groans are somehow even louder. They dominate the space between your ears and prompt you to loose a sultry, not entirely feigned moan, your entire body thrumming with fast mounting tension. 

“Ohh, Itto … you’re so - ahh! So big! You’re stretching me so much …!” 

“That’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” It takes you a beat to realize that question hadn’t been directed at you but, rather, Gorou. The thought of Itto (making an attempt to) smugly look over at him while he fucks you, your partner helpless to do anything but watch … your back sharply bows, a flustered sound of pleasure punching out of your mouth. 

His thrusts falter then, and Itto seems to glance between the two of you as if suddenly realizing that this was really happening. That he had two cute, perfectly willing participants completely at his mercy, his to do with however he pleased, and that evidently fills him with a newfound sense of confidence. He quickly resumes his pace, rutting his hips into you even more enthusiastically than before. Your pleasured groans and sighs quickly pick up until all you can do is wordlessly bleat every time he sinks into you straight down to the hilt, repeatedly spearing you on his length to the rhythmic plap, plap, plap of his pelvis meeting your upturned ass. 

You were quickly losing yourself in it, so caught up in the constant onslaught to all your senses that you almost don’t catch it when he speaks again. 

“You like watching me have your girl, general? I mean this in the best possible way, man, but I had no idea you were so freaky.” Itto doesn’t even appear to be putting in that much effort now that he’s comfortably settled into this pace, his attention equally divided between you and Gorou. Both of you cry out in faltering, near perfect unison, and Itto squeezes your hip where he’s pulling you back to meet his steady thrusts but the brunt of his attention seems to remain focused on the other man. “You should have said something sooner. I would have gladly taken you guys to bed with me. Seriously though, who would’ve guessed she’d be such a size queen? You should feel the way she’s squeezing me right now …”

He lets out a low, faltering groan for emphasis and you just barely catch the sound of Gorou whining needily in the back of his throat over the sound of your own haggard gasps. You have to fight back tears that spring up in your eyes in response to the thorough pounding you were getting, practically seething as you claw at the bed sheets and rock back to meet him. His cock was just too much all at once when it was shoving deep inside of you, rearranging your organs in the process, but you couldn’t stop. It already felt like you were tipping dangerously close to the edge and he was going to shove you over whether you wanted him to or not. 

“You’re really missing out right now, dude. I almost feel bad for you … wanna’ see for yourself what I’m doing to her?”

“Please.” 

To your sudden, groaning disappointment, Itto pulls completely out on the next thrust and he uses the hand on your hip to angle your backside towards Gorou. You clench your teeth at the sensation of your pussy weakly squeezing around nothing, struggling to retract after being moulded around the shape of him, and Gorou outright wheezes at the sight of you. Red hot arousal slices through you at the thought of how you must look in that moment. Soaking wet and gaping in the aftermath of someone else’s cock, spread open on your hands and knees for another man. It would have been shameful and embarrassing had you not seen with your own two eyes how very hard it made the brunette just thinking about the oni having you like this. He’d barely been able to control himself during the talk the three of you had had together, the ever present tent in his pants twitching the whole time he described this particular fantasy. You couldn’t deny that it had gotten you incredibly wet listening to him talk like that and now that it was actually happening you felt wild with arousal. 

Plaintively grinding against the air, you rear back to give him a good look at how very turned on you were, how used your cunt was thanks to someone other than him. “Gorou …” With that quiet whimper, you give your ass a needy little shake for good measure. “M’gonna’ cum.”

He swallows hard enough that you can hear the muscles in his throat working to get it down. “You’re going to cum for him?” Voice small and thin. Raspy. “Right now?” 

“Soon …”

Laughing loudly to disrupt the quiet exchange in that attention grabbing, boisterous way he always does, Itto gives your behind a light swat before yanking you close to him again. This time when he slides in it’s a much quicker affair now that you’re already stretched out for him, and you jerk upright with a choked off wail when he quickly buries himself inside you straight down to the base. Your soft innards throb around the thick intrusion, muscles locked in dizzying tension as he picks right back up where he left off, and still not even close to working up a sweat as far as you could tell. 

“Gods, Itto! You’re … you’re breaking me in half!” 

“Ya’ hear that, puppy? Bet no one’s ever told you that before, huh?” 

The low responding whine from the floor sounds all too familiar and you wonder, in a far off, dreamy sort of way if Gorou was getting close too. If he could really reach his breaking point just from watching Itto impale you on his hard cock. The mere thought of it, picturing it in your cotton stuffed mind and imagining the brunette impotently grinding his narrow hips in increasingly tighter jerks down at the oni’s feet until he finally shoots hot ropes all over himself, has your cunt spasming so wildly you nearly shoot right up off the bed. 

You really were going to cum. And much sooner than even you had anticipated. 

All it takes is one last pinching squeeze to your waist, Itto’s hand massive on you and his nails digging in sharply, for the coil to snap. You wrench against him with a distressed wail and try to shove up, angling your body as if to get away from him, but he won’t let you escape. His grip on you tightens to hold you in place while you shake and convulse through your orgasm, bleating loudly as you shudder harder than you’d thought was physically possible. The hollowed out flutter in your spread cunt feels distant yet so sharp and intense that for a split second you think you really might cry from it. 

Some moments later you finally start to come down from it one jagged piece of you at a time, and you slowly sag to lay out, twitching, in a boneless heap on top of the bed. Itto sedately fucks into you another moment longer, further churning your pulsing guts, before slowly withdrawing again. The resulting wet pop when he slips free makes you wince slightly, but you don’t get a chance to linger on it long enough to be embarrassed. 

“Man, look at the mess you made. I didn’t think you’d cum that much.” Issuing a thin, threadbare whistle, Itto shifts behind you and you numbly lift your head to look back at him, but all of his attention was on Gorou now. “Wanna’ clean me up and give your girlfriend a taste, doggy?” 

You sit up a little straighter, quickly forgetting about your own post orgasm haze when you notice Gorou’s narrow shoulders are trembling just enough for it to be obvious. His pointed canine ears swivel vaguely in your direction at the movement but his eyes remain locked on Itto as he submissively shuffles closer on the floor so he can lean up and catch that heavy, straining cock in his mouth. You were a little surprised Itto hadn’t already cum, having half expected him to shoot ropes almost as soon as he was seated inside you, but you appreciated the (rare) show of foresight on his part. Scooting closer to the edge of the bed, you dazedly glance down between them as Gorou moans at the taste of you on the other man. His own erection was still painfully hard, flushed dark now and twitching eagerly in its neglected state, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You had just the thing in mind to take care of him. 

“I think he’s been good this whole time don’t you, Itto?” 

“Huh?” The horned oni glances over at you, clearly more than a little distracted by what Gorou was doing between his legs. “Oh. Uh, yeah. You got something in mind?” 

You nod and carefully climb off the bed, going slow to make sure your legs would support you after such an intense session. It’s slow going at first, but somehow they hold out. “I’d say he’s earned a reward. Let me grab it real quick.” 

Gorou whines from his spot on the floor, no doubt guessing at what you were scheming, but the excited twitch of his tail assures you he likes the idea. So transparent and easy to read. It was incredibly cute. 

Easing open the bottom drawer in the nightstand, you pull out the rubbery cylinder hidden away inside and quickly join Gorou where he’s kneeling. With his mouth still preoccupied around Itto, all he can do is helplessly watch when you bring the toy up and spit in it to lubricate the interior passage. Meaningfully, you then hold it up to his face and he hesitates only a brief moment before pulling off the the other man, panting as he adds his own saliva to the mix. You smile at him and make a suggestive show of fingering into the hole, pushing the mingling spit deeper in and making sure he gets a good look at it while you do it. 

“My pussy is only for Itto but I’m sure this will suffice just as well, won’t it Gorou? At least you’ll get to cum this way … it’s either that or my feet. Which would you prefer?” 

Gorou heaves, lurching slightly as if you’d sucker punched him while he hangs his head low. “I want the toy …” He wheezes. “Please.” 

Your pussy squeezes with renewed excitement but then, with a low groan, Itto’s hand descends upon his head again, guiding him back to his waiting cock. Slyly grinning, you flip the cylinder over and reach across the brunette’s lap to fit it over his straining cock, carefully sinking it down on him while he seals his mouth around Itto again. His hips give a sensitive, desperate jerk before tersely stilling, but it’s clearly a great effort in self control for him not to wildly rut into the fake pussy with everything he’s got. You could practically see the internal struggle reflected in his face, expression pinched and flushed hotter than you’d ever seen it. 

“There,” You murmur, settling further in next to him. “Don’t you look cute like that? Cleaning Itto’s cock after I made a mess on it while you’re stuffed into a toy … I bet you’re just glad you get to cum at all though, huh?” 

Weekly nodding his head, Gorou seems to sway unsteadily on his knees as if he were beginning to feel a bit faint and you didn’t doubt that he was. But then you catch the way Itto glances between the two of you and turn your attention up at him, smiling when he furrows his brows. 

“And here I was worried about being too mean.” He murmurs, making you laugh. 

“I’m not being mean. Gorou likes some soft humiliation from time to time,” Your smile grows, taking on a mischievous edge. “And so do I. Didn't we tell you? We’re both switches.” 

Itto’s eyes widen slightly, his face going slack when your partner does something with his tongue that almost succeeds in distracting him. “Um, okay … what the hell does that mean?” 

“I’ll explain later.” You assure him, breathing out a heady sigh as you lean forward to crowd your face in close to Gorou’s. Itto seems to freeze in place when he realizes what you’re doing, blatant surprise dancing over his expression as you flick your tongue out to lap at the side of his cock and get a good taste of yourself. 

Ears twitching, Gorou mouths his way closer until your lips meet somewhere in the middle. You kiss each other over the bobbing length between you and swap the taste of pussy back and forth. The way Itto flusteredly groans sounds almost delirious, a bit woozy, but neither of you pay it any mind. 

With the hand in his lap, you grip the cylindrical toy in a steady hold and begin pumping it up and down, working Gorou’s achingly hard cock and earning a sensitive, breathless wheeze from him as he rocks back. His eyes practically roll straight up in his head, moaning a broken sob when his stuttering hips jerk and twitch but he catches himself with another low, rumbling sound of pleasure. Leaning up again, he quickly seals his mouth over Itto and starts bobbing his head to take him straight to the back of his throat. You feel your own tentative arousal double and then triple, slipping your tongue out to trace along the protruding vein on the side so you can take care of what Gorou can’t reach. Knowingly, you turn your sly gaze up at Itto who’s startled expression quickly morphs into one of pure, tortured bliss. 

“I think you guys are really trying to kill me here or something …” 

You try not to grin and fail miserably at it, ducking your head to press a lingering kiss against the dangling weight of his ballsack. “Aww, what gave it away? And here I thought we were being so very subtle.” 

“That’s not funny —“ Itto starts to say only to abruptly cut off with a whiny, vaguely flustered moan as he tips his head back and hisses up at the ceiling. He probably hadn’t anticipated himself ending up on the receiving end quite like this, getting tag teamed by the two of you, but the way his cock eagerly twitches between you and Gorou seemed to suggest he was just fine with it. 

Good. The night was still young, after all, and you were ready for more.

⭐

Crossposted: here

[djarrex]

Got Some Time

Captain Rex x f!reader

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With the way the Galaxy has changed and the danger lingering around those who know too much, Rex uses what little downtime he has while braving it all to appreciate what he has.

18+ only | about 2.2k words | smut. mild angst. garage quickie. Rex gets a little filthy, as is his right. Keeping it as vague as possible and characters nameless, but I'll go ahead and say *spoiler alert* bc this does take place right before Rex's appearance in s2e7 of tbb and runs along with that.

The massive hangar door rumbles as it struggles to slide open, Rex returning from the platform after taking a call. He tucks his comm back into his pocket as the door slowly shuts behind him, an uneasy feeling made clear in his features. You approach him and he pinches his temples – scrubs a hand down his face.

You raise your hand to cup his cheek, and Rex leans right into it. 

“What’s wrong?”

“That was a contact of mine. I need to get him off-world.”

“Now?”

“Soon. It’s risky, but I have a plan.”

You step aside, letting Rex pass by you to get to the speeder the Martez sisters had left for the two of you while you lay low in their garage here in the lower levels of Coruscant. You worry your lip, watching as he checks out the newly-retrofitted speeder, ensuring everything is in working order. 

“They’re being picked off, one by one,” Rex says over the brief rumble of the speeder turning on then off again. “More and more clones are being silenced for knowing too much.”

You step towards him and lean against another speeder, this one halfway taken apart. “What happened now?”

“Just found out that one of the clones who was aboard Rampart’s Venator during the destruction of Kamino was killed, right outside of 79’s of all places. My contact was also aboard that Venator, and was there at 79’s.”

“And now he’s in trouble,” you finish.

Rex nods. “Didn’t tell me much else, only that we’d talk after I got him far away from Coruscant. But I know he’s in danger. The Empire isn’t taking kindly to the growing number of clones who are waking up to what’s been done to them.”

“I thank the universe every day that you made it out when you did.”

“So do I – and for finding you.”

Rex reaches for you and pulls you close, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. He holds you like that, his hands cupping your cheeks when you begin to feel his tongue glide along your lips, a soft hum coming from his throat when you parrot his gesture. You feel the way Rex starts to deepen the kiss – the urgency. It makes you smile against him, and you playfully nip his bottom lip.

You break apart, swiping your thumb along his jaw.

“You’re insatiable, Rex.”

“Maybe…” he chuckles before continuing more seriously, “but I know what I have and I’m not taking it for granted.” He grabs your hands, bringing your knuckles to his lips. “This Empire, the end of the war – it’s all uncharted territory for us clones, and even though I’m not the type of man to sit back and do nothing, I will for damn sure savor and appreciate the gifts I’ve been given in a galaxy that was not designed to welcome me as anything more than a pawn.”

Rex chews his lip in thought, casting his eyes downward before continuing. “Makes me wonder if those men also had someone special in their lives. Someone else worth making the galaxy better for.”

You soothe a hand along his back and rub circles into the thick fabric and padding, pressing roughly enough to reach his muscles. When he looks back at you, you see every thought in his head – a holofilm playing in his eyes.

“Admittedly, at times I wish you were the man to sit back and do nothing. It’s selfish of me, but you’d be safer that way.” You pause, turning your head away from him briefly before looking back into his eyes again, taking his hands into yours. “But I love the man you are because you’re always willing to do what’s right, to help anyone you can, no matter what it takes.”

Rex smiles warmly, releasing your hands as you turn to walk towards the Martez’s crate of provisions, set on gathering up some ration bars and dried fruit for his op. You rifle through the crate, tossing aside bolts and bacta patches that have somehow found their way into the food supply, when Rex’s strong arms wrap around you, his body molding to your back.

He places soft kisses just below your ear, trailing his lips along your neck. His hands start to wander, the fabric of his gloved fingers teasing the skin of your sides just under the hem of your top.

You drop your head, shaking it with amusement while smirking down at the open crate. “You gotta get going, Rex,” you tell him in a soft voice.

“I’ve got some time,” he reasons. As you’re standing up straight, you’re turned around to face him. “I don’t need to be at the rendezvous point for another hour. It’ll take me half that time to get there, less than that if I’m not as… discrete.” He chuckles, but you narrow your eyes at him in warning. 

“Don’t even joke about that!”

“Sorry,” he chuckles again. “The point is, love, I’ve got time. Not much, but–”

Your hand cups the slight bulge in Rex’s pants, squeezing it teasingly and his eyes go wide, the golden brown steadily darkening. “Well, then, you’d better get these off.” 

He visibly gulps, the muscular cords of his neck strained. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

Both of you make quick work at unfastening and peeling off each other’s clothing and accessories, casting the articles to the ground in a haphazard heap. Rex’s lips return to your skin, this time gently suckling at your collarbone, not even looking at he starts to slowly walk to two of you in another direction, stopping when the backs of your thighs hit the edge of a workbench. You’re quickly lifted onto the workbench, a little squeak coming from your lips when your bare skin is bitten by the cold durasteel surface. 

Wedging himself between your thighs and splaying his hands on either side of your hips, Rex knocks over a toolbox in his haste to position himself, spare parts and miscellaneous bolts clattering to the floor.

You wince at the loud noise and residual ring that echoes through the garage, and your hand flies to his bare chest, breaking the two of you apart. You’re staring wide-eyed at the mess of parts scattered all over below you and once again you’re shaking your head at him.

"Rafa is gonna kill us."

Rex simply shrugs it off, his lips ghosting over yours with a gentle grasp of your chin to face him instead of the mess. “We’ll clean up before they get back.”

“We,” you scoff against his lips, breathing in his soft chuckle. “While you’re out there being the handsome, selfless hero you are, I will be here, cleaning up the mess and organizing that abomination of a provisions crate.”

His grin shrinking to a sexy smirk, Rex takes a step back – runs two thick fingers through your folds.

“I’ll make it up to you, love.”

He pops the pair into his mouth, eyes shutting in ecstasy, then pulls his glistening fingers out from between his lips.

Every coherent thought flees your mind when his fingers return to toy with you, threatening to slide into you and not yet offering enough pressure to your clit.

“Always so wet for me,” he says deeply, lust and amusement twinkling in his dark eyes. “No matter where we are, you’re always ready to take me, hm?” Rex takes your chin into his free hand, angling your face directly at his. “My sweet, filthy girl. I love you so much.”

A small flip in your stomach at Rex’s comment makes you whimper a pathetic agreement, a sound that morphs into a soft moan as he maneuvers the head of his cock at your folds, guiding it through the slick and catching at your clit with every swipe.

“You want me to fuck you just like this, baby?” 

He grips himself tight, entering you one measly inch before pulling out, toying with your clit before once again sliding in only the thick head. Mouth agape and eyes glued to his teasing ministrations, you nod absently, feeling yourself heat with anticipation. 

“Tell me,” Rex commands, then a softer: “Tell me what you want, love.”

“Please, Rex – fuck me. Right here, just like this, baby. I want to feel you inside of me – wanna feel you so bad, Rex.”

You could almost feel ridiculously embarrassed at the pleading sound of your voice, but when Rex’s eyes squeeze shut as a soft curse filters through his lips, he quickly gives you what you want – what you both want. He slides himself all the way into your cunt, his hands grabbing the underside of your thighs and lifting your legs off the workbench’s surface. With the motion, your bottom slides closer to the edge, allowing Rex to notch himself as deep as possible, something you soon feel in your gut when he starts to thrust. 

“So perfect,” he mumbles down to you through parted lips, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I’m not gonna be able to stop thinking about this perfect pussy the entire op. Gods – look at you.”

Fuck, you are looking. You can’t stop looking – inebriated by the sight before you. Rex’s thick cock continuously drills into you, offering only a quick glimpse of the evidence of your arousal left coated all over it before it’s ramming the back wall of your cunt, over and over again. When your head starts to tip backwards from the overwhelming sensations, Rex releases your leg and cups the back of your head, keeping your focus directly on what he’s doing to you. 

“No, no – keep your eyes here, mesh’la. Yes, good girl. That’s my good girl. Just like that. Fuck, you take me so well. So perfect – so beautiful.”

Rex is rambling – going on and on through clenched teeth and unabashed moans. His deep, velvety voice echoes through the garage – makes your toes curl. He gives and gives and gives, offering you his all. Your brows pinch together at the sudden wave of heat coursing through you, your thighs doing little damage as you squeeze his hips in a fruitless attempt to close your legs. 

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” you manage through the punched-out breaths. 

Rex brings his hand from the back of your head to your chin, his thumb prodding at your lips. You open for him, taking it all the way to the first knuckle, then he’s adding his pointer and middle finger, stuffing your mouth with the three and keeping them there.

“Fuck, that mouth. I’m close – wanna feel you cum on my cock first.”

Your moan is muffled, tongue dancing along his fingers in the way you know he likes when sucking him off.

Watching Rex attempt to keep it together in order to outlast you makes you cum quickly. And as soon as he feels the convulsing of your cunt strangling him, making his thrusts slow to a near halt, he cums shortly after, filling you while his groin is flush with yours. Holding like that, he removes his hand from your mouth and replaces it with his own, open-mouthed kisses too consuming to want to break away. 

It’s Rex who separates the two of you at last, tapping his forehead against yours for a moment before pulling himself out from between your legs. Still breathless from the orgasm and the kiss, you watch as he goes to gather up your clothes, grinning at his cute lower back dimples and the way his glutes flex with each step. 

He redresses first, quickly sliding up his briefs and pants then slipping on his undershirt and vest.

Rex returns to you with your clothes against his chest, fitting his fingers into his gloves before helping you onto slightly wobbly legs and offering up his sturdy arm for you to grab as you start to redress. 

“Hate to do this, love, but I do need to go.” 

He kisses you again, and you follow him as he heads towards the chest holding the rest of his accessories. You aid him in fastening his utility belt, making sure each pocket is stocked with necessities. As he secures his holster to his belt and slips on his boots, you gather some provisions, filling a canvas bag with the food and supplies before placing it in the speeder’s cargo crate.

“One last thing,” you say just as Rex starts to mount the speeder. You pull out the brown cloak from the bottom of his clothing chest, offering it up to him with a smirk.

“Can’t forget this.”

Rex chuckles and slips it over his head, giving you one last kiss before finally mounting the speeder.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can. When I’m en route to the ship, I’ll contact you with more details.”

“Okay. I love you.” You wrap your arms around yourself, smiling at him as he starts the speeder. “Go be a hero. Be safe out there, Rex.”

The speeder lifts from the ground as Rex revs the engine, opening the hangar door with the remote control fitted into the dash.

“Always. And I love you too.”

He speeds through the garage, offering you one last hopeful smile before he’s pulling the hood over his head, driving off the platform and up out of the lower levels. 

[alexanderwales]

My favorite non-Final Fantasy JPRG in high school was The Legend of Dragoon. Wikipedia says that it had mixed reviews but a cult following, and I guess I was a part of that cult.

Over the course of the game you start getting these Dragoon spirits, which let you transform in battle, and the main thing I took away from the game was just how outclassed people without Dragoon spirits were. You only get the Dragoon spirits slowly, but as soon as you have the first one it's like "what good is anyone else?"

Something I learned many years later was that the Dragoon transformations were heavily inspired by super sentai, and having been a huge fan of Power Rangers, I probably should have seen it on my own. It's an inspired choice for a JRPG, really. We need more media where people transform, especially if superhero movies are going to leave that conceit on the table.

I think if I played it today I would be annoyed by the extensive use of QTEs, which I've since had my fill of, though I did make it through all the Uncharted games in the relatively recent past.

Unlike FF7, this one isn't getting a remaster, let alone a remake, but I think that's fine, because I'm sure it wouldn't hold up to how it was in my head. I have never seen fanart for it, nor heard anyone mention it. There are a mere sixty-five fanworks on AO3, which is one of my go-to measures of popularity. But me and my friends all loved it, and I guess that's got to be enough.

[mirroredmemoriez]

Amanda Young headcanons (Pt 2)

A continuation to this post! Some more headcanons.

We go over Amanda's reverse bear trap and self harm scars a lot, however I'd like to add one more. Accidental scarring and mainly on the hands! I view Amanda as somebody who has random nicks everywhere like on her knuckles and fingers, which may be projection but I think it makes sense. Either she got them from constructing traps or somewhere else in her hectic life.

Adding on to my last point, I also believe Amanda would have pretty calloused hands. Due to the same reasons such as making traps and general accidents- This is mainly only something I see whilst she's a Jigsaw apprentice.

Amanda has freckles/beauty spots! I base this upon Shawnee Smith really, that is who portrays her after all... But also my esteemed associate (@arythias) saying it after I posted an image.

Before being a Jigsaw apprentice, I definitely see Amanda as somebody who found herself in dingy ass bars and clubs until even closing time every other week. It's not as though she had anyone or anywhere really to go back to, so why not try get a free drink from someone?

However, even then I don't believe Amanda is heavily a social person if she doesn't HAVE to be. She can use people to her advantage such as for drugs/alcohol or a place to stay, it's all in her own self interest though.

I actually think Amanda is slightly awkward, in the sense that outside of things such as flirting or threats- She's never had ''true'' relationships in any aspect, so navigating them is uncharted territory. For example having a NORMAL conversation, not one which has an ulterior motive from either her or the other person, wouldn't be something Amanda is used to.

Being a Jigsaw apprentice turns her into more so a recluse. Amanda now hardly ever goes out if not for something like groceries or abducting someone for a game. This is by her own choice but factors such as not wanting to be seen by the police or general public heavily contribute towards it.

She has a collection of movies and music CDs. It's one way she passes the time outside of her work.

Amanda likes metal and rock music.

Previously Amanda owned an acoustic guitar, however she isn't the MOST talented due to selling it for drug money. She could definitely play a few songs though! I could even see Amanda wanting to pick that particular hobby back up again, but never committing to purchasing another guitar.

She generally is a quick witted and intelligent person. Amanda is heavily misguided, but that doesn't mean she's stupid. She is said to be a ''talented programmer and hacker'' and took to helping John with his traps pretty fast. These aren't just SIMPLE things to pick up.

[destinyc1020]

It’s just so exhausting hearing the same conversation from so called Tom fans every 3-5 business days. No one is saying that you guys need to love everything he does but it really does feel like some of you harp on every single thing about the man to a point it doesn’t feel like you’re fans. His agents, his friends, his family, just constant nitpicking. And I’ve never been in an fandom where people truly think they have a say or can control a grown ass man like this. And some of the criticism that you guys have are the same regurgitated criticism that film twitter bros have who have a gripe with MCU. It’s never actually productive or constructive. It sounds like you guys are mouth pieces for that sector who decided to hate Tom 2 years ago because they decided to hate Marvel and he went public with Z. It’s annoying. The man is one of the most successful unproblematic young actors of his generation. He keeps to himself and his family and friends and girlfriend but I swear there’s always this hate train going on him. You have to see how people can get tired of it especially when he’s done nothing to warrant the constant ragging.

Exactly Anon! 💯

It just gets old.... and exhausting 😩 And I think it mainly gets old not only because it's every 3-5 business days, but ALSO bcoz it's coming from people who supposedly call themselves fans of Tom. With fans like these, who needs enemies?? 🥴

It would be one thing if these people were open haters of Tom and just admitted it. Then the hate and constant nitpicking would at least make some SENSE (okay, you're not a fan of the dude.... got it).

But when it comes from so-called "fans" who are following a blog of someone who's obviously a FAN of Tom's, it just feels really weird to me....

Liiiiiiike....

Like you said, Tom is unproblematic, he minds his business, he works hard, he's talented, and he doesn't do anything wrong or offensive to anyone!

Atp, fans can't even enjoy any new project news for Tom, because fans of his are ready to complain 24/7. 🙄

The TCR Filming Announcement came out:

"Omg....I wish Tom didn't take this project on. It's just going to make people with DID look like monsters! Hollywood always does this! I wish Tom would drop this project." (Keep in mind, the series had not even started FILMING yet, let alone come out. 😒)

The FA Filming Announcement came out:

"Ugh!! I HAAAATE biopic films! I'm so sick and tired of them!! They're just Oscar bait films anyway..." 🙄

Tom Simply TALKS about a possible SM4 movie in the works later on down the line:

"I sure hope they don't do another trilogy. Tom needs to STOP playing Spiderman and do more serious indie films instead of getting sucked into SUCKY Sony and the MCU. He's being held back by his Spiderman contracts!!"

A simple TWEET comes out that Mark Wahlberg has said that the script for "Uncharted 2" is has been written:

"Nooooooo!!!! 😫 I hated that movie! It wasn't funny, it wasn't charming, and it wasn't even a 'good' action movie! I wish Tom would drop this franchise and do smthg else!" 😭

All it sounds like in Tom's fandom is this all the time.....

After a while, it just gets tiring.... 😓