#in which they told us to work harder while they sat on their couches at home completely safe from covid

[wintermage]

feeling that level of work burnout where not only am i burnt out on my current job, i can’t imagine any job in any industry being any better.

[mooooonnnzz]

World/Insured Part 3

Stanford Pines x Sibling!Reader/Stanley Pines x Sibling!Reader

☆ hope you guys r liking it so far!! :p

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✶ “Can we talk about [Name]?” Ford suddenly brings up one day. The waves of tourists have been moderately slow for the day, allowing Stan and Ford to kick back and relax for once. And in the midst of sitting down on the couch, his mind dwelled over to the thought of you. Stan let out a long sigh as he sat down, pitt cola in hand. Stan was trying to break free from his alcohol addiction, Ford noted. “Sure, what do you want to talk about?” The causality held in Stan’s words made Ford uneasy. He was so unnaturally calm with his words, at least the last time he brought you up, he can sense the agitation in his words, but he couldn’t find any dripping anger from him now. Mustering up all the courage he had left, he asked; “How were they?” He felt his mouth run dry. Out of everything he could’ve asked, he asked that? All the questions he had were out the window and off into the woods, leaving him scrambling for words. Taking a sip from his soda, he said, “Do you want to know how they felt immediately after they left with me?” Ford nods. “Well, being fifteen and a rage of hormones, they pretty much hated you.” Stan’s eyes glance over to Ford whose face could visibly read hurt. “I’m just kidding!” Stan cackled, shoving Ford. “They were ripped apart. I remember they told me how they felt everything and nothing at the same time, real poetic than one.” He takes another sip. “They missed you so much while I hated your guts. I couldn’t think of you without seeing red and they couldn’t think of you without crying.” He swirled the drink in the can, looking down to his shuffling feet. “What did you guys do to survive?” 

✶ “I enrolled them into a high school. I didn’t want them to be stupid like me, ya know? And while they were in highschool, I started my business which earned us money to get by.” Stan told him. “Would you even call what you did a business?” Ford said with his eyebrow raised. “Hey!” Stan rolled his eyes, placing the can of soda down on the floor. “Once we got banned from a few states, [Name] put their foot down and encouraged me to get a job. And guess what, I landed a pretty good job! My history of stealing peoples money was long gone, until now,” Stan quietly said the last part. “And we were living pretty comfortably. I got us a nice house, a good car and [Name] graduated highschool and they got a job as manager of some sort, can’t really remember.” Stan scratched his chin idly. “They were on their way to move out and take their business elsewhere when you decided to show your face.” Stan cleared his throat, looking at Ford. “They talked about you a lot.” He softly added. “I saw how they lit up when they saw me for the first time. They looked so much older.” Ford said. “I mean, yeah, that’s what happens when you miss, like, 10 years of their life.” Ford ignored Stan’s comments and mulled over his thoughts. After a moment, he spoke up. “Thank you for talking about them, Stan.” Stan shot him a smile. “Of course, talking about them wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.” Since then, Stan would share stories of you whenever Ford asked, ranging from embarrassing ones, to one’s where it was a little harder for Stan to tell. But in the end, it brought them closer together and kept the memory of you alive. 

✶ Much to Ford’s dismay, the whole shack was rearranged to be a tourist trap. By day, they were busy ripping people of their money and by night, they buried themselves in their work, fixing what they could while simultaneously searching for the second book. And before they knew it, they were in their late 50’s. Adjusting his fez, he smiles at himself through the mirror. “Stan!” Ford bursts through his room, starling Stan. “Geez, Ford! A little warning next time?” Ford stammers over to him. “No time for that!” He huffs out. “The book! I-I can’t find it!” Stan’s face falls. “What?! What happened to it?” Ford opened his mouth to answer when Soos yelled out; “Mr. Pines!” Stan curses to himself, that must be the kids. “Do you have any idea where it could be?” Stan asks. Out of all the days something could’ve gone wrong, why today? “I think maybe the gnomes took it?” Stan was ready to scream again when Soos called for them again. “I want you to go and look for the book.” Stan insisted, pointing a finger at him. “I’m not coming with you to get Dipper and Mabel?” Ford gasped out, his hand slapping on his chest. “No! Because you lost the book!” Stan pointed an accusatory finger at him. “I lost the book? It was probably a gnome who took it!” Ford defended. “How are you so sure that a gnome even took it?” Ford scratched the back of his neck nervously. “They may or may not have knocked me out just a few moments ago.” Stan was so ready to deck him in the face when Soos came into the room. “Mr. Pines!” He pointed outside. “The kids are here!” “We know that, Soos.” The twins spat out. “But there’s this wolf mailman dude, and I really don’t trust him and he’s probably like eating the kids right now at the bus stop!” Soos rambled out. While Stan carried an unimpressed face, Ford’s face twisted to one of horror. “We need to pick them up now!” Unfortunately for Stan, both Soos and Ford have a rising suspicion that the mailman is a wolf in a human disguise. But the man was just hairy! Ford pulled Stan along and got inside his car. Starting up the car, Stan let out an exhausted sigh. “How did puny little gnomes knock you out?” He asked, backing out of his parking spot and onto the road. “I was busy reading when they knocked me out cold! I don’t think they intended to steal the journal, when I was waking back up they realized and grabbed the nearest object possible and ran out of there.” Stan sighed, tapping his finger on the wheel. “I really can’t believe you sometimes.” He mutters. “It wasn’t my fault, Stanley!” 

✶ Coming to a complete stop, Ford rolled down the windows, a large smile on his face when his eyes landed on his favorite great nieces. “Grunkle Ford!” They cheer, equally large smiles on their faces. “Hey, hey!” Stan watched as they stumbled into the car with their bulky backpacks skidding against the roof. “Where’s my love?” Stan exclaimed. “Right here, Grunkle Stan.” Mable giggled, wrapping her arms around Stan’s neck and nuzzling her face into his shoulder. “That’s more like it,” Stan grinned, gingerly patting her back. “Now where’s the sweaty one? I’m missing one!” Dipper sighed, a playful roll to his eyes. “I’m right here,” Mable pulled away from Stan and swiftly latched herself to Ford. “C’mon, give your old grunkle some sugar.” Dipper cringed. “Don’t ever say that again, Grunke Stan.” He said, hugging Stan. “I say what I want, kid! We live in a free country for a reason.” The drive home was full of conversation, the twins telling their grunkle’s stories from school and their home life. Stan and Ford made the conscious effort to comment and react to everything they said, if not Mable would make sure they did by repeating what they said over and over again. When the Mystery Shack came into view, they both shoved their face against the window, marveling at the shack. “Is this what Grunkle Stan is always talking about when we call him?” Mable’s hot breath fogged up the window. “Yup. And now you guys get to see it.” Ford gestured to the shack, smiling proudly. He had soon come to love the shack he and Stan worked on, he will never admit that out loud though. Parking in his usual spot, he turns to the kids. “Get yourself settled in, alright?” They wasted no time jumping out of the car and scampering off into the shack. “And don’t touch anything!” A jar crashing onto the floor was heard in the distance. “They don’t listen, do they?” Stan shook his head. “Alright, poindexter, what are we going to do about the book?” He started, looking at Ford who pulled at his turtle neck anxiously. “We have to wait till tonight to look for it.” Tonight came and they were too wrapped up with the twins that they couldn’t go out and search for the third book. Their schedules became so busy that a week had passed and they still were waiting to find an empty slot in their schedules to find the book but it never came.

✶ “Grunkles! Grunkles!” Mable came running at them at full speed. “Woah there, kiddo!” Ford swooped Mable up from the floor. “You almost bumped into me.” He laughed, putting her back down on the ground. “That was the plan.” She giggled. “But I have something to ask!” She shoved her hand inside the pocket of her skirt. She pulled out a photo, a very specific photo that Stan had kept in his room. She pointed at the person in the middle. “Who is this?” She asks. “Mable!” Dipper rushed to the living room. Bending over, he hoisted himself up by propping his arms on his knees. He wheezed out, his eyes locking onto the tense scene in front of him. “Did she already ask about the photo?” Silence was his response. Breaking out of his trance, Stan swiped the photo out of Mable’s hands. “Where did you find this?” Stan’s eyes flickered between the photo and Mable. “In your room.” A flash of emotions went through Stan’s face. Why was Mable in his room? Why did she pick this photo out of all the things in his room? He spiraled. He wasn’t expecting to speak of you to someone who had no idea of your existence. Stan’s heart crumpled into a pathetic ball. The twins had never met you. Ford took notice of Stan’s unnaturally quiet nature.  “Kids, why don’t you go to your rooms?” Ford said, kneeling down to their height. “But why?” Mable whined, pouting. “Because we need to decide if we are ready to tell you, okay?” Ford gave a knowing look to Dipper who understood that this wasn’t an easy topic. Dipper told something to Mable and with a worried look, she dejectedly followed him up to their room. “Stan?” He looks over to Stan who was shakily pulling out a packet of cigarettes. “I thought you quit, Stanley?” Ford watched sadly as he walked inside the kitchen and searched for a lighter, when he did he pocketed it and walked back out. “It’s either I drink or I smoke.” Stan said, heading towards the porch. Ford followed after him, shutting the door behind him. “You want one?” Stan offered the pack and he debated for a moment before denying his request. Stan brought the cigar to his lips. He cupped his hand around the cigar as he lit it up with his lighter. Taking a deep drag of the smoke, he allowed himself to relax, welcoming the familiar feeling of the smoke filling his lungs. “We don’t have to tell them if you don’t want to.” Ford spoke, watching the puff of gray smog lighty cover his vision momentarily. “I don’t think we have a choice here.” Stan takes another long drag from the cigarette. “We can tell them we’re not ready yet.” Ford reasons. “I think it’s time they should know about [Name].” Stan stares at the late afternoon sky. “It was just all so sudden and I didn’t know how to react. It all went downhill from there.” Stan twiddled his cigarette between his fingers. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Stanley. I know how you feel.” A comfortable silence blanketed the both of them warmly. “Do you ever wonder what [Name] would think about the twins?” Ford breaks the silence, glancing at Stan from the corner of his eye. Stan wistfully smiled, stubbing out his cigarette on the floor. “[Name] would have loved the twins.” 

✶ Stan looked between the twins. “So, whaddya wanna know?” He asks. “Who are they!” Mable shouted. “They are our younger sibling.” Ford said. Mable’s face exploded into shock. “We have a secret Great Aunt/Grunkle?” Mable couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Where are they?” Dipper questioned. “They’re somewhere,” Stan said with a strained voice. “Where is somewhere?” Mable cocked her head to the side. “They’re out exploring the world.” Ford horribly lied. Mable frowned. “You can tell us if they’re dead, Grunkles. You don’t have to hide it from us.” Stan took a harsh deep breath in. “They aren’t dead, pumpkin. We just have no idea where they’re at.” Mable nodded her head in understanding. “Did you guys fall out?” Dipper asked with a tiny frown. “Yeah. A terrible fight broke out and they left.” Ford gazed at the photo of the three of them when they were young, clueless of the world and just happy to be surrounded by one another. “I’m so sorry.” Mable’s excitement was no longer there and was replaced by sadness for her poor Grunkle’s. “It’s okay, dear. No need to apologize.” Ford assured Mable with a smile. “[Name] is a wonderful person,” This was the first time Stan had talked about you in a present tense and he couldn’t tell if he liked that or not. “I hope one day you get to meet them.”

✶ Unbeknownst to the two older twins, Dipper had found journal three when Stan instructed him to go out and put out signs in the woods. But they didn’t find out that Dipper had it until he had shown the book to Ford and Stan after the events that had followed them the past few days. “Gideon nearly destroyed the whole town trying to find it!” Dipper said. Stan pretended to feign interest as he skimmed through the pages. “I don’t know what it means, or who wrote it, but after all we’ve been through,” He looks at Mable and smiles, directing attention to his Grunkle’s who were trying their hardest to hide their actual feelings. “Maybe you guys should finally know about it too.” He grinned. “I’m glad you showed us this, Dipper.” Stan shut the book closed. “Uhm, Grunkle Stan. Why does Grunkle Ford look like he’s about to crap himself?” Mable looked concerned for her Grunkle. Everyone turned their attention to Ford who weakly smiled at them. “Excuse him. He’s still shaken–” Ford yanked Stan by the sleeve and pulled him out of the twins room. “We need to go to the lab now!” Ford whispered. “I know that, Stanford! But at least let us pretend we don’t give a ratsass for this book!” He whispered back. “We’ll be back!” Ford awkwardly excused him and Stan. The twins heard their Grunkle speedily walk down the stairs. “Do you think I’m ever going to get that book back?” Mable shrugged. 

✶ Placing the books right next to each other, Ford flipped to the pages containing the blueprints. He connected the books together, showing the full plan of the portal. Stan read the instructions and swung over to the controls, he flipped the exact switches that were told to be switched. The lights around the portal flickered on. “Oh my god!” Ford laughed out in surprise. “Is this actually going to work?” Stan and Ford rush over to the portal. Their hearts thrumming against their chest. Together, they pulled the lever. With a click, it moved to the other side and the portal hummed. Zaps of electricity emitted from the portal as it powered back on. A rush of wind blew by Stan and Ford as the portal swirled to life. Ford shook his head in disbelief. “Can’t believe we did it, huh?” Stan says with a smile. “I thought we were never going to get this portal turned on.” Stan claps his back. “Well, believe it!” 

✶ Ford was so sure they weren’t going to get caught. He was so absolutely sure. The plan he made to steal the nuclear waste was perfect, there was no room for error. But it seemed like the universe had other plans. He never imagined himself getting pinned to a cop car with cuffs around his wrists. This was more of a Stanley thing, and yet here he is, getting arrested. “This is all just a big misunderstanding!” Ford cried out, his cheek squished against the hood of the cop car. “Guys, can’t I give you some money?” Stan approached them with his hands in his pockets. They all watched him nervously, guns aimed and men ready to tackle him down. “Grunkle Stan, maybe you shouldn’t!” Mable grabs Stan’s hand and pulls him back. “You guys got the wrong guy, my brother is innocent!” Stan argues. “Oh, we’ve been watching your family all summer and we have seen some pretty disturbing things. Whoever you think your brother is, he is not what he seems.” They shove Ford into a car. “Guys!” Ford calls, the door slamming shut on him. Stan watches as they drive off with Ford, his head spinning. “As for you guys, we were removing you off the property.” The guy with a mustache said, directing them to another cop car that was beside them. “No, you can’t!” Stan felt helpless. He just wants you back, why is this so difficult? The chaos spiraled into madness and suddenly, Stan was in the lab, begging the kids to not turn off the portal. “This’ll end the world, Grunkle Stan. Why can’t you see that?” Dipper had his hands hovering dangerously close to the button. “Just listen to me, kid. It’ll make sense later, just don’t press the button.” He walked towards them but was soon taken off his feet. “Brace yourselves!” They all rise up, twirling and thrashing around the room. “T-Minus, thirty five seconds.” The robotic voice said. Dipper had grabbed onto a beam and told Mable to reach for the button. Using the cable wrapped on her foot, she inched herself close to the button. “Mable, wait, wait!” Stan pushed him off the wall and tried reaching towards her. Soos dove straight for Stan and wrapped himself around him, apologizing to him. “Soos, what’re you doing?!” Dipper followed what Soos did and yelled at Mable to turn it off. 

✶ “Stop!” Everyone looked around and they all gasped when their eyes landed on Ford. “Mabel, don’t listen to Dipper. Listen to me,” Ford pushed himself toward the nearest beam. He coiled his arm around it, securing himself. “Do you trust me and Stan, Mable?” Ford firmly asked, his eyes locked with Mabel. “I do!” She desperately said. “Then trust us when we tell you to not push the button.” Mabel looked to Dipper who was widely shaking his head. “Okay,” She raises her hands above her head. “I trust you guys.” She let herself float up, away from the button. “Mable, no–!” A white flash envelops them whole. 

✶ They all roughly made contact with the floor. With a groan, Stan rubbed his head, his head lifting up towards the portal. The portal flickered with wandering electricity. Ford held his breath, eyes fixed on the portal as he waited. A black figure barreled out of the portal, their head whipping towards it. “Close the portal!” You yelled, your hand wrapping around a gun that was hoisted in their waist. You turned their attention back to Stan and Ford. “Close the portal!” You repeated louder this time. In the distance, they all heard a loud distorted guttural grumble. Ford got up from his feet and rushed over to the control panel, flicking all the switches down. “Switch the lever off!” Switching the gun to your other hand, you aimed it at the portal and with your free hand, you pulled the lever. Before whatever monster was chasing you could catch up, the portal sputtered close. You held your chest, catching your breath. The rush of adrenaline you felt passed and you were immediately struck with pain. “Thank you.” You whisper, clutching your side. You think you can manage and to prove it, you take one wobbly step forward. You tried to take another but you collapsed to your knees,  blood splattering on the floor below you. “[Name]!” Stan yelled, he darted towards you. “Stanley?” You croaked out. You blinked in surprise. “Is that really you?” Your question falls on deaf ears as Stan yells for medical supplies. Ford comes rushing to your side, inspecting the upper half of your body. “Stanford’s here too?” You felt your body teeter from side to side. “Is Mom and Dad gonna pop up?” You joke, your body crashing onto Ford. “[Name], can….hear…?”  Stan’s voice fades in and out. “What did you say?” Your eyes squint at Stan. “Here, Grunkle…” You could hear a high pitched voice and you go to look for it but your vision has gone hazy. “They’re slipping…out of…” You really wished you understood what they were saying. And without even realizing, your eyes closed on you. 

✶ You feel a warmth tickle your face causing you to stir awake. “Oh my gosh, it worked!” A voice spoke. “Mable!” A prepubescent voice filled your ears. “What is with all this talking?” You sleepily grumbled out, peeling your eyes open to see two tween kids staring right at you with big wondrous eyes. “Hi, I’m Mable! I’m your great niece.” She introduced herself. “Great niece?” You groggily got up. “Where am I?” You ask, blinking as your vision comes back to you. “You’re in the Mystery Shack!” She tells you with a chipper attitude. “Mystery Shack?” You look down to see that your original outfit you wore was now discarded somewhere and instead wore a large baggy white tee and heart pajama pants. “What am I wearing?” You pinched at your clothes. “Kids!” A gruff voice was heard behind the doors. “Oh shoot!” Mable looked around the room. “Where do we hide?” Dipper whispered, his eyes darting under the bed. “Go under the bed!” Dipper said, diving straight under. “Please don’t tell Grunkle Stan that we’re here!” She pleaded. “Uhm, yeah?” She beamed and hid right under the bed. In an instant, the door was pushed open and your eyes locked on your brothers. Your brain processed it for a moment, wait… “Stanley, Stanford?!” A gasp leaves Ford. “Why are you awake! You’re supposed to be resting.” Ford scolded. You didn’t pay attention to Ford’s scolding, wrapped up in the moment of seeing your twin brothers living and breathing right in front of you. “Are you guys real?” You try to blink away the tears that were obstructing your view. “Of course we are silly.” Stan laughed, sitting down on the bed right next to you and wrapping you in a side hug. “Stan…” You cried. You had spent countless nights, shouldering the knowledge that you weren’t going to see your brothers ever again. That haunted you every single day from the moment you woke up to the minute you went to sleep. Here you are, proven wrong for once in your life. And it feels so good to be held by Stan again, feels so good to have a familiar feeling wash into your senses again. “How?” You ask, peeling yourself away from Stan’s shoulder, wiping the tears away. “We just kept trying and trying.” Ford told you, a somber smile on his lips. “Oh, Ford. Come here!” You grab his wrist and tug him into the bed. The action caused you to drag and flop all of them on the bed with you. Tearful laughter erupts in the room. “I apologize for the scare earlier,” You say, your hand pressing against your side. “Don’t apologize. It wasn’t your fault.” Stan said. “No, really.” You begin to unwrap the gauze around your waist, ignoring Ford and Stan’s protest. “I heal quickly.” You point to your already sealed up gash. The only thing left to prove that you were injured was the thin scar that spread across. Ford gawks in awe. “You need to tell me an in depth story detailing every single thing you have been doing for the past thirty years.” Ford said with so much seriousness you laughed. “Bu-but you passed out. Ford said it was from blood loss!” 

✶ “I only passed out because my body needs to shut down momentarily to heal up my wounds.” You tell him matter of factly. “Oh, great. Now we have another snobby nerd.” Stan joked. “Oh, stop it! You are too, considering you fixed the portal alongside with Mr. Branic over here.” You jabbed a thumb over to Ford who yelled out, “Hey!” in offense. “Hello family!” Mable popped out from under the bed. The three of you screamed loudly in fear, clutching each other. “Woah, didn’t mean to scare you guys!” She helped Dipper out from under the bed. “I just wanted to say that you guys are so adorable!” She squealed, pouncing onto the bed. “I can’t believe I have a Great Aunt/Grunkle who has traveled throughout dimensions. Isn’t that so cool?” She kicked her feet in excitement. “What kinds of monsters did you see out there?” Dipper asked, climbing onto the bed and settling himself between you, Ford and Stan. “A lot.” You respond with a smile. “I never caught your brother's name.” You say, booping Dipper’s nose. “His name is Dipper!” Mable pulls him close to her, cheek to cheek. “We’re twins.” She mentioned. “So it runs in the family, huh?” You elbow the two sets of other twins you had the misfortune to partially grow up with. “Guess so,” Stan smiled. “Let’s play a get to know each other game.” Mable offered. Everyone surprisingly agreed. “Okay, let’s start with Great Aunt/Grunkle [Name]. Tell us about yourself.” The rest of the afternoon was spent catching up with the family and when the game was over, the twins had left, leaving you with Stan and Ford. “Thank you guys for not giving up on me.” You say into the hug. “We’re family! How could we ever abandon you?” Ford replies. An awkward cough emitted from you and Stan looked off to the side. “Oh.” The last thirty years had been rough, for you and the twins, but it was nice knowing that it ended with the three of you once again reunited at last. 

IT'S DONNE, and again if you guys want more i'll write more but till then i think this concludes word/insured YIPPIE

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[mariposa-drowned]

Hear me out, Ellie x pregnant reader doing the trend where you lift up your s/o belly to relieve the weight and then having a lil heart to heart bc you just feel so useless due to said pregnancy

Ellie was currently scrolling tiktok as you sat on the couch together, your attention being taken up by whatever show you had thrown on TV, not even noticing the sound coming from Ellie's phone, you were so used to her needing multiple different forms of entertainment at the same time that it barley even phased you anymore.

You were eight months pregnant and ready for this baby to be out. You're tired all the time and can't stand for too long without discomfort, which made you feel useless. No matter how much Ellie assured you she was completely fine with taking over daily tasks, even having Joel over sometimes to entertain you while she worked on stuff, or the other way around. Tommy had even been over a few times with Maria as she tried to offer you tips and tricks on how to deal with the discomfort.

Ellie felt terrible that she couldn't do more for you. Besides massages and the occasional sex that you swore helped; Ellie was always looking for ways to help. Which is why when a video popped up of a man getting behind his wife to lift her pregnant belly for a few seconds, Ellie was immediately ushering you up, hoping that you would get the same relief that the girl in the video seemed to get.

"Ellie what the hell are you doing"

"just trust me babe this is gonna feel great"

"don't kill me please. Or the baby"

Ellie rolled her eyes, positioning herself behind you, her long arms coming to intertwine right below your bump.

"kay take a deep breath"

You huffed but did as told. Then a sudden rush of incredible relief filling you as Ellie lifted your bump up you groaned, your hand reaching behind you to entangle itself in Ellie's hair.

"hooolyyy fuck Ellie"

"yeah? That feel good mama?"

"ohmygod can we just stay here for a minute please"

"as long as you need babe"

You were practically on the verge of tears from the relief you were currently feeling, you hand gripping a bit harder where it was entangled in Ellie's hair. She noticed your teary eyes, quickly becoming concerned.

"hey what's wrong am I hurting you?" She worried as she slowly started to drop your belly.

"don't you dare drop your hands Ellie Williams"

You immediately gripped her hand with a force she didn't even know you possessed.

Ellie immediately reassumed her position "christ babe sorry, was just a bit worried when my wife starts crying"

"just feels really fuckin good els" you stated with watery eyes

"hey hey don't cry mama, it's alright I'll do this whenever you need until they're here babe. It's alright"

"m'sorry just feels s'nice, I just feel so useless because I'm so uncomfortable all the time n I can't do anything"

Ellies heart broke a little at your confession "don't be sorry at all, you hear me?" C'mon let's go sit for a minute, I promise I'll do this again later, jus' wanna talk to you"

You leaned your head back to try and meet her eyes, your vision still a bit blurred

"pinky swear?"

"cross my heart babe. C'mon I'm gonna start lowerin my hands now"

You tried to keep her there as long as you could, but inevitably Ellie's hands left their place under your stomach. You sighed as she started to lead you to the couch. She plopped down, spreading her legs and ushering you in-between them to which you promptly did, getting as comfortable as you could in-between her legs.

Ellie grabbed one of your hands, the other resting on your bulging stomach tracing small shapes.

"I need you to listen to me for a minute babe"

You tilted you head back to lean on your shoulder semi-looking at her while humming a small mhm

"I love you. So much. But you need to understand that you are actively making a living being in you right now. You are allowed to be sick and tired and uncomfortable, it's expected. But you need to understand that we are in this together. I will always be here, I want to be here for you, which means that if you can't do something, I pull my weight here. That's my job mama, I gotta take care of you and little bean" Ellie smiled through her last sentence, looking down to meet your smiling face aswell

"I love you els. Thank you, for everything"

"always and forever babe"

"always and forever" you smiled back at her, leaning up to give a peck on Ellie's lips.

[linos-luna]

Can you make a yandere lee know sadist story?

Pretty please............

Bruh there's another request in my inbox asking for a masochist Lino... y'all crazy lol. but who am I to judge? 😭

Ask and you shall receive...

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His Urges ❣️🔪

Yandere!Sadist!Minho x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, Smut, MDNI, biting, sadism, dub con, crying, fear kink, spanking, toxic relationship,

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It was an incredibly strong urge and for a while he did his best to suppress it but lately it's been difficult. You were just so cute and innocent!

You already knew your boyfriend to be quite possessive and maybe a tad bit controlling but maybe that was normal right? I mean he says he loves you. He always talks about how you're his soulmate and how he wants to shield you from the cruel world. You don't even have to work as he promised to take care of you. Sure he could be a little e rough at times but... not like this...

It was an innocent little date night. After a homemade dinner, you sat with him on the couch, leaning your head on his shoulder as Netflix played. Minho wasn't paying too much to the movie and was massaging your hand. He rubbed your fingers, loving how delicate they looked: just so perfect...

Slowly, he started to squeeze your fingers together. It wasn't too hard at first but progressively got harder.

You didn't think much of it at first but it slowly got more and more painful.

"M-Minnie...?" You asked a bit confused while looking at him, trying to pull away.

Minho didn't answer, instead squeezing even harder as he stared at your hand. It was as if he was lost in the moment.

"Minho! You're hurting me!"

Your sudden yell startled him and he immediately let go.

"W-why'd you do that??"

"I-I'm sorry, Kitten..." he said bluntly. "I didn't even realize... what was happening there..." He paused while looking at your eyes that were tearing up. Sure, he felt a little bad for seeing you cry but at the same time... not? In the moment, he felt quite excited actually and his heart was racing.

You only frowned while rubbing your hand and stood up. "I-I think I should go to bed now..."

"No wait!" Minho suddenly grabbed you by the wrist and kept you in place.

"P-Please let go..."

"No!" He yelled suddenly while standing up, scaring you quite a bit. "Hold on, Kitten."

"M-Minnie.... I-I just wanna go to bed is all..." you stuttered as he squeezed your wrist hard.

"Don't leave yet, our date isn't finished!" He said, sounding frustrated. "Please."

You stopped pulling and looked at him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He wiped away your tears with his other hand and sighed. "I'm sorry, pretty girl... I couldn't help it..."

"C-Couldn't help what..."

He was quiet, only looking at your wrist that he was still holding.

"Hurting me....?"

He nodded.

"Y-You like... Hurting me...?" you asked, getting concerned.

"... Yes..." he admitted, which had you surprised.

"It's sick... isn't it?" He had an unnerving chuckle that made you want to back away. "Sit down, Kitty."

"M-Minnie..."

"Don't be like this." He shook his head and sat down, pulling you by the wrist to sit next to him. "only 20 more minutes of the movie."

He could care less about the movie at this point. He just wanted you to stay here with him. He just wants to hold you.

After a moment of hesitation, you sat back down. Perhaps he just drank too much wine earlier... no way he was serious... At least that's what you told yourself.

~~~~~~

As the movie continued, Minho rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. You were finally able to relax a bit and he would even give you gentle kisses on the cheek, whispering little praises in your ear. By the end of the movie, he was kissing your lips and carried you to the bedroom. Once he sat you on the bed, it got a little more heated as he gave more passionate kisses, using his tongue to dominate. You enjoyed it as he felt around under your shirt and kissed down you neck... that is, until he started squeezing your waist harshly and nipping at your neck. You moaned a bit, not exactly in pleasure, but in pain. He took that as a sign to keep going as he bit harder along your neck, finally making you cry out and try pushing him away.

"Minnie!" you gasped as he pushed you to your back and smirked down at you while pulling your hair.

"What's wrong, Kitten?" he chuckled. "can''t handle a little pain? you're so cute...."

"Stop it!"

"-Or what?!" he replied with a devious smile as he suddenly grabbed your jaw. "What are you gonna do about it, Kitten?"

You only looked at him in fear. He was right, what were you gonna do? you were pinned.

"That's what I thought." He chuckled while kissing down your neck.

More tears rolled down your cheeks as he lifted your shirt and left kisses on your bare breasts. The kisses were quite soft compared to the way his nails were digging into your waist. You tried stopping him by grabbing his hands but Minho seemed to find your struggle funny and keep going while sucking at your breast.

You attempted to grab him by the head before you were suddenly grabbed by both wrists and pinned.

"You like this huh?"

"No I don't!" you yelled back.

"No I think you like playing these little games." He chuckled. It's okay, kitten, I'll Keep playing with you. I'm not done. Behave for me, will you?"

~~~

That was only the beginning. Minho found some sort of sick pleasure from hurting you. And you? Well you just took it. There was no way out. You tried so many times but you were always caught and the punishments only got worse.

You loved him still but not like this. He said he couldn't't control it but you thought that was bullshit. There's no way...

The sex was rough, full of biting and hair pulling. He had no limits, in fact he liked seeing that scared look on your face. It turned him on so much and as time went on, he got more and more... Sadistic.

You were practically screaming as he railed you into the bed. After a long day at work, he had decided to fuck all his frustration into you.

Originally, he promised to not be so rough but that was a lie. Admittedly, it was a little pleasurable at first but then it became too much. Third round and he still had just as much energy from when you first started.

"Min- Min- Min-!" you whimpered as your face was pressed into the sheets. "T-Too Much!" it was obvious that you were very overstimulated.

"C'mon, Kitten..." he panted. One more time." He chuckled before pulling you up by the hair, making you scream. "one more time for me..."

It's not like you had much of a choice so again you came... for the third time.

You were weak and exhausted, nearly limp under him as he held you by the hair. once he was fully satisfied, Minho pulled out and laid you on your back.

"You're such a good kitten..." he said softly while kissing your forehead. "I love you so much..."

~~~~~~

This wasn't getting any better. Nearly everyday he'd be rough with you. It left you with bruised that you often had to cover - if he even let you out. at all. You wanted to leave but he catches you every time and in a way... you feel bad. Minho wasn't a bad person... right? He just had these urges. It's not like he'd kill you or hurt you on purpose right? It was delusional thinking and you knew it. He needed help. This pleasure he got from your pain was just sadistic.

He'd spank you at random or randomly pull your hair. He'd squeeze your hand as a warning or pinch your sensitive thighs. It brought him pleasure. In the moment, it brought him so much pleasure... He knows its wrong... But he can't help it...

So here you were, sprawled across his lap, taking what had to be your 12th spank to your bare ass. It was red snd sore, tears stained your cheeks.

"Is my kitty gonna listen now?" he asked while rubbing the reddened skin.

"Y-Yes!" you whimpered.

"Good girl. Now back on your knees." he said with a smile before pushing you to the floor. "You're going to listen now, right?"

You nodded, only to get slapped.

"What?!"

"Y-yes! I-I'll listen!" you cried out.

"See Kitty, its that simple..." Minho rubbed your cheek.

"I-I'm sorry...."

"You should be." He grunted. "You scared me! I had no idea where you were! I thought we were soulmates, y/n. Why would you leave?"

I'm sorry..." you repeated as tears formed again.

"I know you are, Kitten..." He said while rubbing your cheek. "You still love me?"

" Yes..."

As odd as it was, you still did so it wasn't a lie...

Minho was pretty satisfied with that answer and helped you up so you could lay in bed.

After tucking you in, Minho laid next to you and sighed while gently rubbing your cheek.

"I'm sorry, Kitten...." he whispered while looking at you, seemingly feeling some shame. "I wish... I wish I could control it... I... I really do love you..." he said with a genuine tear of guilt running down his cheek. "I-I hope you can forgive me..."

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You're not supposed to feel bad for him... but he is self aware so...

[writing-rat]

Such a cockslut

JENNA ORTEGA X AFAB READER (NO PRONOUNS USED)

Warnings: 18+ Content, Smut, G!P Jenna, Blowing smoke in face, blowjob, mentions of a photo being taken, semi-public sex, first RFP so may be bad

INSPIRED BY: @deep-fried-egg

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It had been a long and stressful day for Jenna at the studio. She was stretching as she was walking inside the door after exiting her truck and was putting her bag down on the floor then took off her boots. She looked around for Y/N then. She peered into the kitchen, not seeing you then peered into the living room. That’s where she saw you wrapped in a blanket, looking at her like an owl from over the couch. Half of your face was covered so your smile was hidden. “There’s my favourite girl,” Jenna grinned out, unable to help it before she was jumping over the couch and saw that smile before she cupped your cheek, and kissed you. You proceeded to kiss back, a big blush going across your face.

“I’m gonna go out and smoke now, okay hon?” Jenna spoke. You nod before thinking. “Can I join?” You asked shyly, as you had a plan to help her destress even more so she didn’t have more than 1 cigarette. Jenna, intrigued, nodded. “Course you can my love,” she responded. She led you both out to the front porch as she sat down, lighting the cigarette as she was manspreading like she usually did. You eyed her crotch before you looked around seeing no one. Slowly you went onto your knees in front of her, which shocked her as she was looking down while smoking her cigarette. She was getting hard, you could see it through her green jeans. Slowly you start to rub her inner thigh as you look back up at her, seeing if she was consenting to you starting to undo her zip. You even licked your lips to tempt her, to which she nodded. 

“Go on. You are just a slut for my cock, hm?” Jenna asked, looking down at you. You blush as you nod, starting to unbutton her jeans. She put the cigarette in her mouth and pulled her jeans and boxers to her knees as you were slowly starting to kiss her inner thighs. Jenna grasped the cigarette in one hand, the other gripping your hair in a tight grip before you slowly licked up her dick, to which she held tighter, a low groan slipping out. “Come on. I know you are hungry for my dick, so just suck it, hm? Be a good cockslut?” Jenna teased you. Blushing bright red you nod as you start to take it in your mouth, first sucking the tip before you inserted more in your mouth.

Jenna kept groaning in pleasure as her grip tightened impossibly harder, her hips bucking in your mouth. You let out a whimper before you start to bob your head up and down, your hand trailing to her balls and slowly starting to rub them too. Jenna loved it, and she knew you did too. She rubbed your hair as she smoked, groaning and moaning even coming out now. She slowly inhaled into your face, which you whimpered at but found hot. “Cockslut likes to have smoke blown in their face too, hm?” she hummed out innocently, to which you blushed and nodded. You sucked more and noticed a pattern. Every time you reached her stomach she would blow smoke in your face, like it was a treat. 

It was working though. Soon she was getting close and it was becoming obvious she was about to cum. You kept deepthroating and on the fifth time she came inside your mouth. You swallowed it all immediately out of instinct, looking up at Jenna as you kept her dick in your mouth. She proceeded to take a photo before she was rubbing your hair. “Pull your shorts and panties down, cockslut,” Jenna commanded. You did as told, revealing your wetness as she licked her own lips. “On my lap, make sure my dick is entering you,” Jenna added on. You were quick to obey as you lined both her dick and your pussy together, before slowly going down on her. Once fully down you expected her to thrust as she smoked, but she didn’t. She didn’t move at all, causing you to whimper and grind against her thigh.

“Ride me, I won’t move or touch you,” Jenna informed you. You was bright red before you was slowly going up and down, all shy before you thought and undid your button-up flannel and revealing your tits to the famous woman. She looked down as you felt her dick twitch inside, ogling your chest as you was riding her. She blew smoke on them as you gasp, nearly getting your sweet spot hit but was just a bit too high. “Such a good cockslut. Not finding that sweet spot are you?” Jenna teased, lifting her eyes up from your tits to her face and held your jaw, making sure you kept eye contact as you rode her and as she smoked. “Open your mouth whore,” she degraded you. Opening your mouth, she blew into it as you gladly accepted it. Hell, a moan came out even which you was blushing at, getting more drenched as you kept riding her. 

You soon came, unable to help it as you just found your sweet spot. You knew Jenna hadn’t cum just yet, causing you to keep bouncing on your sweet spot as you whimpered and mewled in pleasure, Jenna moaning more as she wanted to feel and hear your moans on her neck. She quickly moved your face to her neck as you rode her, whimpers and moans pressed against her neck. She let out a groan before she came inside you. You let out a gasp and let out a whine before she was bending you over a table.

You knew she wanted you even more now. She had pulled out to make sure to tease you as she was taking off her shirt. Eventually she was inside you again as she was starting to hold your sides, pounding into you hard. She moaned as she did so, ignoring the fact people could see you as she soon groped your breast with one hand, the other slipping to your ass and groping it as she was letting out loud moans. You proceeded to whimper, mewl and whine as you bit the table a little, closing your eyes. She was slowly starting to mark your neck and your shoulders as you moaned, her constantly hitting that one spot inside you. She was already getting close due to coming 3 times in the same hour. She waited for you to cum however. After 2 minutes more of her pounding, you both came at the same time as she was holding you by the breasts and the ass still. After a minute of riding out your highs, she slowly pulled out and kissed her cheek, seeing the abandoned cigarette as she stubbed it out. “That was your plan all along huh?” Jenna teased. You blushed hard and nod. “Yes…” you spoke shyly. “Come on, let’s get you a bath, some food and water then we can cuddle and watch some films,” she spoke gently before kissing you gently. “What do you say?” She asked, wanting consent. You nodded, feeling your heart flutter. “Please and thank you,” you speak, before kissing back.

[minkyungseokie]

𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 | The Beginning

warnings; none for this part

note; I'm going to be so deadass, I had no idea how to start this. It starts in 2020, but the gifs won't be from that time. It's so hard to find gifs for Alex and even harder to find one of both Alex and Lily. If you know where I can find some good ones, lmk

Anyway this is almost like a soul mate au kind of thing, but not at the same time. Also, pretend The Uncanny Counter came out earlier than November

fc; Jung Ho-Yeon

Alex Masterlist​ | Autosports Masterlist | Main Masterlist

​Series/Full Fic Masterlist ​| Talk to me​

Like the Stars Above Us | Next ❧

I do not give anyone permission to change, copy, or put my work on any other platform. It will only be on top, so if you see it, please report it. Or let me know.

A short girl sat in her LA apartment with her remote in hand and a bored look on her face. She was bored and had nothing to occupy her time or entertain her that way her days won't be so long and mundane.

The girl sighed and tossed the remote to the side before picking up her phone to see if her boyfriend had sent her any messages, but when she saw nothing, she huffed. She knew he wasn't really busy with work since they were all told to go home and quarantine. 

With yet another sigh, Lily Muni He opened up her Instagram and took a picture before putting a question sticker somewhere on it that read; 'currently bored. give me some show suggestions to get me through quarantine.'

Lily then swiped out of the app and opened the messenger app, clicking on her boyfriend's contact and sending him a quick message just saying good morning. Lily had to wait a bit in order to get some good answers so she didn't know what to do to pass the time until then.

The woman stood up and went into her kitchen to see what kind of things she had to nibble on while she watched whatever was recommended. 

After a few minutes. Lily finally sat back down on her couch and picked up her phone. The Chinese woman opened Instagram and looked through all of the suggestions that her followers had sent in. As she looked through the suggestions, she looked at the shows descriptions on Netflix.

None of them caught her eyes or made her want to look at them and as the number of suggestions dwindled, Lily's hope to find something to occupy her time did as well. "Well, there's only one more. Let's hope this one is good or I'll lose my mind." Lily muttered, looking to the side where the hutch of her rabbits sat.

Lily looked at the last suggestion and stared at the title with a furrowed brow. Sometimes the gut would let people know whether something was a good idea or a bad one, but she had never had a gut feeling that she should watch something before. Lily put her phone down and searched for the title she was given.

'The Uncanny Counter'

Lily didn't even read the description of the show. She just clicked play on her remote and started watching the series.

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ!

Lily didn't know how long she had been sitting on the couch and watching the Korean drama, but she knew that she was hungry, kind of tired, and her butt was numb. As soon as episode four was over, Lily paused the show and rubbed her eyes.

Her head turned to the side, gazing out the window as she yawned tiredly. It took her a few moments before she did a double take and looked out the window once more. 

It was dark out. She had been so engrossed in the show that she didn't realize that it was getting dark out, which meant that her lover had probably finished whatever he was doing and he was probably worried that she hadn't answered her phone like she usually did.

Lily turned back to the couch and practically dived to grab her phone off the spot on the couch where she last tossed it away. Lily groaned as she saw that she had, in fact, missed a couple of texts from her boyfriend. Lily pressed the call button and put the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, love." The voice of her boyfriend greeted, "Hey, baby. I'm sorry that I missed your texts. I was watching this show and it was just so good that I forgot to do anything other than watch." Lily rushed out. 

The man chuckled, immediately soothing Lily's nerves, "It's okay. I did the same to you earlier while I was streaming. What was the show you were watching?" He asked. 

Lily brightened and stood up straighter, "Oh Alex, it's such a good show. It's a Korean drama about a disabled boy...actually, we should watch it together. We can FaceTime while watching it and you can fall down the rabbit hole with me." Lily suggested.

"I don't know. It doesn't sound like something I'd be interested in." Alex said, "Oh, come on! Alex, it'll be so fun! We can do one of those Netflix watch party thingies. You'll fall in love with it just like I did." Lily tried.

"I'll think about it. How did you even find out about this show? I didn't think you'd be interested in Korean dramas." Alex said, "It was recommended to me by one of my followers. I wasn't going to watch it, but... this is going to sound completely crazy, but I felt drawn to the show and I didn't understand why." Lily started explaining 

Alex cleared his throat on the other en of the phone, "What do you mean you felt drawn to it?" Alex questioned, "You know how you said you felt drawn to me? It was like that, but to the show." Lily answered

"Uh-huh." 

"Before you judge me, pull up Netflix and look at the show 'The Uncanny Counter' tell me if you feel it too." Lily all but pleaded with her boyfriend. "Okay, love. I'll do it. Just take a deep breath and calm down." Alex's voice grew soft when he heard the panic in Lily's voice.

Lily inhaled through her nose until she could physically no longer breath in before exhaling through her mouth, "Are you calm?" Ales spoke up after a few more inhales and exhales.

Lily nodded before realizing that Alex couldn't see her, "Yeah, but can we Facetime? I need to see you." Lily said breathily, "Of course, baby. Hold on." Alex hung up the phone before the familiar sound of the FaceTime ringtone rang, piercing the momentarily quiet air.

Lily answered, sitting down and propping up the phone on the coffee table, "Hey, you look gorgeous." Alex complimented, giving his girlfriend a cheesy smile. Lily giggled and looked at Alex with nothing but adoration in her eyes, "Well, let's look at this show you were talking about." Alex said, picking up his remote.

"Did you eat something bad today? Could that be the reason for the feeling you had? What was it called again?" Alex questioned, "No, I didn't eat anything bad. It's called The Uncanny Counter. I think I know what it was that drew me to the show." Lily said, watching her boyfriend pull up the show.

She watched as Alex's smile disappeared, "You feel it too, don't you?" Lily asked. Alex nodded, "Now do me a favor and look up the name Jung Y/n. Tell me if you also feel it then. I saw her name in the opening credits and I got the same feeling." Lily said.

Alex looked down at his laptop with a dazed look on his face, 'Is that how I looked when I saw her?' Lily couldn't help but wonder. 

"Do you know what it is? This feeling?" Alex questioned, looking up at his gorgeous girlfriend. Lily shook her head, "I don't, but I want to get to the bottom of it. I feel like we need to watch more in order to get to the bottom of it, don't you think?" Lily asked.

Alex looked back down at the laptop, "All we know so far is from this. She's a 19-year-old South Korean actress and model who has been working in the industry since she was at least six, but could've started earlier. She's appeared in both Japanese and Korean dramas and films that are all hits. She has a YouTube channel, a Twitch channel, and is apparently acting in a Japanese drama coming out in December." Alex reads.

"So we have plenty to watch until we can go back to work, huh?" Lily asked, smiling at Alex. "We sure do." Alex agreed.

The girl sighed and slumped down in her chair. Filming more than one series at a time was tiring and what made it even more complicated was the fact that one was filmed in Japan and the other was filmed in South Korea. 

It was a lot to do, but it was well worth it. The Uncanny counter was filmed in January, February, March, and April while Alice in Borderland would film May, June, July, and August.

As the good ol' saying goes, 'There's no rest for the wicked' and sure enough, there would be no rest for her until the end of summer when all filming would wrap up. And then The Uncanny counter is slowly releasing during the filming of Alice in Borderland and Alice in Borderland would release in December.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair and looked around at her coworkers doing their scenes. She was used to constantly working as she had been doing this since she was six-years-old, but that didn’t make it any less tiring to do. 

Plus, she had never done two shows in a row before so it would make sense that she’s tired.

A voice called, pulling Y/n out of her stupor, “Coming!” The woman answered back, getting up tiredly.

“Did you stay up all night watching that sport you like again?” The coworker asked, nudging the girl, “No, I didn’t stay up all night watching Formula One. The races have been put on hold due to Covid, so there isn’t much to watch other than old races.” Y/n yawned, stretching her arms above her head.

The two walked on set and waited for the director's direction, “Okay, let’s get this started.”

a/n; I know it's short, but it's just a sort of introduction to it all. I should've published this earlier, but as I have mentioned, I have a job now where I have to work from 3PM to 11:30PM and next week it'll be 5PM to 3:30 AM. I'll get as much done as I can, but don't expect much this week

[mikachacha]

𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚂𝚕𝚘𝚠 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

Synopsis: Bada found herself being head over heels with you, a single mother. She wants to be there not only for you but for your daughter as well.

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, language, a bit of angst but this is fluff I swear

(A/N: was supposed to make this sexy but i couldn't resist the idea of Bada with kids 😭😭)

🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸💮🌸

Bada sighed as she was driving home. It's 3 am and it's raining a little bit. She just got done with some last preparation for the competition and couldn't help but think about crashing at your place since it's much closer than her's but she also didn't want to wake you up. You've been taking care of your daughter the whole day then she'd wake you up at 3 am just so she could crash at your place. But then again, she doesn't have any other options left. The rain is picking up and she's getting more and more drowsy so she drove to your place, hoping you wouldn't get mad at her for going there so early.

As she was driving, her mind drifted to you. Bada met you two years ago. You're working at a café near JustJerk and you always have your daughter with you. She found it adorable and just really inspiring at how hard you worked but also having to take care of a small child all at once. If someone told Bada that she'd be head over heels with a single mother two years ago, she'd probably laugh at them and what they're saying is ridiculous but right now, all Bada wants is to see you and just hold you close to her.

When she got to your house, she only had to knock twice before you opened the door. She knew immediately that you were crying because of how puffy your eyes looked. You didn't have to say anything, she just engulfed you in a hug. You felt comfort being wrapped in Bada's arms. You didn't expect her to really take you seriously before. You're already second hand by society's standard. Used up, with a child but no husband in sight. So when Bada proved to you that she is more than serious about what she feels for you, you thanked all of your lucky stars for giving you someone who is gentle, who is loving and amazing to be there for you and your daughter.

"What's wrong? Why were you crying?" Bada asked as both of you sat on the couch. You sighed and just rested your head on your shoulder, contemplating whether you should tell Bada or not. You know she's tired from preparing for Street Woman Fighter, you didn't want to dump all your problems to her as she's already got a lot on her plate at the moment.

"It's nothing, baby.. Go get changed and get some rest. It's already 3 am. I'm sure you're tired that's why you drove here.." you averted the topic which made Bada frown but decided not to push it and make you upset. Bada slept beside you and just held you close to her the whole time, letting you know that you're not alone and that she's always there for you.

It was hard for you to trust anyone again after your husband divorce you, just two years after you had your daughter Hana. There were lots who wanted to date you but you couldn't bring yourself to even consider going out with them because you're scared they only wanted you for your body or they'd just hurt you or your daughter, just like your ex husband did. You also didn't want your daughter to be heartbroken again by seeing someone then they ended up leaving you. With all that, you never expected that you'd end up with Bada but she persisted. She proved to you for two years that she's not going anywhere, that she wants to stay in yours and Hana's life. Bada didn't really give up even when you push her away repeatedly and now here you are, happy to be with each other. Bada became your safe space while you and Hana became her biggest inspiration to persevere and to work harder.

Morning came and Hana excitedly ran to your room like she always does everyday. Your four year old daughter then saw Bada sleeping next to you and you smiled as she crawled in bed between you and Bada, giggling while giving you a morning kiss before giving one to Bada as well. It's always a great day for Hana when Bada is around because she feels like she's got a complete family. She'd even tell her friends proudly that she's got two moms now which Bada found incredibly touching as Hana considers her a family now.

"Good morning, little princess.." Bada greets and kisses Hana's forehead which makes your daughter giggle even more and hug yours and Bada's arms.

"Good morning! This is the best morning ever! Though you didn't wake me up when you came home. Badddd!" Hana pouted and you laughed, ruffling your daughter's hair playfully. She always gets all pouty when she doesn't see Bada come home.

"Bada's way too sleepy last night, baby.. I had to drag her out of her car and to bed." you joked and Bada played along by pretending to snore loudly. The bedroom was filled with laughter and it made your heart swell with joy knowing that even though you already have a daughter, there's still someone who's gonna love you with everything they've got.

[uplatterme]

With Each Other II

cw: sub!dottore, reader has a cock, prime!dottore, younger!dottore/former akademiya!dottore, crying, overstimulation, degradation, praise, a three-way with two dottores involved, use of the term ‘master’, markings, masochistic prime!dottore, innocent younger!dottore

summary: younger!dottore worries of what’ll await him when his creator arrives after the previous events. on the other hand, older!dottore worries his place might be taken away.

a/n: please work *cries*

PART I

The younger Dottore sat on his couch, wondering if everything that had happened was something that his mind had somehow made up. 

These past few hours were unbelievable.

He thought he was going to get killed for fuck’s sake, and then he didn’t. Instead, you made his heart race so much that he was scared that his body wouldn’t be able to handle it. He sneaked glances as you went away to get some water and there it was again, that damn feeling in his chest.

He should have denied you harder when you first entered his place. If he did, then he wouldn’t have been shivering, terrified of what his creator would do. Of course, he’d never say that out loud.

“Hey.” You suddenly said, face only a few centimeters away from him.

He jumped, not realizing that you were there. You laughed at his reaction, handing him a glass of water. 

“You look good.” You complimented him, sitting down next to the clone.

“What?”

“Your hair, I mean. It looks good being this messy.”

Dottore dropped the glass on the floor, freaking out as it hit his foot. He really wished he had worn his mask today. He felt so vulnerable in front of you, and he couldn’t decide whether he liked it or not, which was why he was so worried. 

“Ha–I don’t care what you think!” He said proudly, despite his face being full of expression that's for sure not hatred.

“Cute. Is that a defense mechanism of yours?” You questioned.

“S-Shut up!” He screamed, wanting to run away. However, as soon as he stepped to turn away, his foot slipped from the splashed water that he dropped earlier.

He lost his balance, ready to hit his head on the floor, when you swooped in and caught him in the nick of time. Dottore was stunned seeing your face above of him, silent as it reminded him of when you two had sex earlier. He whined softly and instead of expressing his gratitude, he started flailing his arms around, hitting you.

“You act so aggressively when you were just sobbing a few hours ago. Calm down, sweetheart.” You advised, not really mad at the whole thing and knowing that he was probably only confused.

“Mind telling me what’s happening here?” A voice that didn’t belong to the two of you asked. 

The arrival of your Dottore brought two very different actions. While your heart was soft from finally being able to see him after weeks of waiting, the one who was in your arms slightly trembled from fear.

‘I’ll handle it.’ You mouthed at him, reassuring the younger one that everything would be fine.

Somehow, he put his trust in you, staying silent as you placed him on the couch from still being unable to move that smoothly.

“Darling, how was your mission?” You grinned at him, amused at his current state. He obviously hurried here, with the way he was sweating and quietly panting.

“The others will take care of it.” He said.

“Oh? But I thought you didn’t like it when people do things without your permission.” You teased the Doctor whose eyes were filled with desperation.

He clicked his tongue, seeing his clone behind you. He was naked and full of bruises, your marks that should have been on his skin directly instead.

“Your job was to keep an eye on Sumeru.” The older stated sternly, a voice that would terrify most.

You sighed, knowing this would get much worse if you didn’t step in. 

“Stop it, you’re scaring the poor thing.” You told him.

The one behind you smirked,  to which the Dottore in front of you didn’t appreciate. “You fucker!”

You turn your back, confused about why he would suddenly snap. However, his expression quickly changed from an arrogant one to a pitiful look before you could even face him. 

“Play nice, Dottore. Look at him, he’s even trembling because of you.” You said, patting his head which made him softly smile.

The older one wanted to rip the head off that clone. He should be the one receiving headpats, not him!

You faced forward again, not aware of how the clone was flipping off the other. Dottore clenched his fists. He could get rid of him so easily but since you were in his way, he wasn’t able to shut up the clone behind you even if he wanted to so badly.

The younger smiled, knowing he could use this to his advantage if he played his part perfectly. 

Your Dottore would never let that happen.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that I missed you...” He muttered softly, faking a tear as he said that. The younger one gaped, knowing his tactics.

“I missed you too. Come here.” You said, letting Dottore embrace you and bury his head onto your chest.

He belonged to you first, that clone would never be able to replace him even if he bled for it. 

“I liked your surprise. It’s fascinating that you were able to figure that out.” 

“Ah, I knew you would. That’s why I did it.” You smiled, taking his hand and kissing it.

“There were a lot of variables. Tell me, does it also happen vice-versa?” You asked the Doctor, pulling him to sit in the space next to you.

“No, what I feel wouldn’t affect the others. That’s why if I get rid of them, they’d only know it when it’s already happening.” He explained further.

“Interesting,” You said, bringing your focus to the younger Dottore. “You must be special then.” 

Dottore gripped your wrist, not liking how you were paying attention to his clone when you’d only met just this day. Special? Don’t make him laugh, he was a fuck up. A clone that had somehow malfunctioned despite his precise crafting.

He swallowed, seeing you push his mistake on his back, kissing his lips while he whined from your touch. He could do so much better than him.

Dottore called out your name. You wouldn’t abandon him like that, right? You wouldn’t abandon him just because you’ve found a younger and new prey.

Dottore started taking off his clothes, showing bruises that you’ve made that were mirrored from the younger Dottore’s skin.

“I’m yours too.” He said, placing your hand on his chest.

“Of course, darling. I’d never forget that.” You reassured the doctor whose heart melted with your words.

Right, there was no need for him to worry. You were different, you truly, were one special human.

You intertwined your fingers together, kissing his mouth and remarking the hickeys on his skin. Dottore’s back arched, your fingers slipping down his pants as you shaped his cock. Your warm touch was exactly what he needed from cumming untouched alone

“Hnn—ah!” The younger Dottore from behind you moaned, feeling what you were doing even if you weren’t exactly touching him.

“I-I don’t—” The sensation he felt was strange, it was stronger than the previous instances where he suddenly felt an immense pleasure out of nowhere.

“Hm, could you wait for a while, sweetheart?” You asked.

Despite only ever meeting his creator once in a while, the segment already noticed the difference in your treatment. Your actions were rougher, not at all gentle like the way you treated him earlier.

His ears twitched each time you called him ‘sweetheart’. Why was he given that title when his creator was given ‘darling’?

The younger reluctantly nodded at your question. 

“Good. Then, until I say so, don’t touch yourself.” You ordered.

Dottore mewled as you stroked him dry, your nails teasing the sides of his cock. “(N-Name).”

He shivered, cock instinctively twitching from your touch. 

“W-Want you in me. Please mess me up.” He begged, he was getting tired from all of the teasing without having it lead anywhere.

And while the two of you were having your moment, the other remained trembling as he quietly wept, the pleasure making him dumb with cum already leaking out of his tip. His cock was aching for any action but he ignored it, wanting to follow your wishes despite him already feeling as if he was going to cum already.

“Really? You want my cock inside you that bad?”

“M-Mhm! P-Please, I can’t anymore. I’ve been waiting ever since I got here.” He whimpered, basically ignoring the presence of the other Dottore in the room.

“Ah, let’s see you do it yourself then.” You stated.

“What?” He said, confused.

“Penetrate yourself with my cock, darling. Do I need to spell it out for you?”

He sat up, positioning himself to be on top of you. He sneaked a grin at his segment, bragging about he was the one getting all of your attention and not him. And if it weren’t for the fact that the other’s mind was so hazy right now, he would have probably sent one in return as well.

He took your cock in his hand, placing it on his entrance. He could feel himself slowly stretch out to take you in. Dottore flinched, already close to cumming from just insertion. You weren’t even halfway in yet but it was already too much for him.

He shivered, hovering on top of you. His walls were clenching tight with each breath of his. If he wanted you to be fully inside of him, he would need to do a little bit of pushing. 

“I’ll help you out.” You offered, grabbing Dottore by his waist before slamming him down, forcing him to take you whole unprepared.

He yelped, accidentally squirting all over your clothes from the action.

Behind you, Dottore had to bite down on his own hand from the pleasure. He’d already cum once, his lower half being a whole mess with his seed being everywhere.

“Come on, you were begging to have me and yet you’re only staying still. Do you need a little motivation?”

You hummed, thinking of something that would make him feel truly encouraged. 

“I see, how about this? If you don’t start bouncing up and down, I’ll have him replace you right now.”

Dottore shifted his position, getting comfortable before proceeding to follow your orders. 

“Good, but don’t look at me.” You said, turning his head to the trembling Dottore on your side.

“Look at how fucking filthy you are.”

Your nails scratched Dottore’s thighs, the pain coursing through his veins. The marks later on reappeared on the younger Dottore’s skin.

He couldn’t count how many times he’d cum already.

“You’re mine, you’re mine. Only mine.” Dottore chanted as he plunged your cock in and out repeatedly, quivering with each thrust.

He buried his face in your chest, the repeated hitting of his own prostate getting unbearable, panting before squeaking out. “Hmpf!—Master…”

“Go ahead, darling.”

Dottore yelled out your name as he came. Fuck, today’s becoming one of his favorite days that he’d spent with you. 

“Get off, Dottore. It’s his turn now.” You stated, bringing an angered expression to rise out of him.

“You don’t need him, (Name). He’s a mistake.” He argued, not wanting to share your attention with anyone else.

“I do appreciate you sharing your thoughts, but frankly I don’t think that’s for you to decide.” You refuted at the jealous Dottore who couldn’t believe that you would even spare a glance at somebody else other than him.

“I’ve taken a liking to this one, you see.”

“I can satisfy you in any way you want. Someone like him would never be able to handle the things that we do.” He answered.

You sighed. 

“Are you going against me?”

A wave of silence filled the room. Dottore never liked arguing with you, you also never did for the most part. But his possessive behavior was getting a bit much.

“We’ve discussed the boundaries of our relationship, haven’t we? What? Don’t tell me you’re actually in love with me.”

…

No fucking way.

Dottore buried his face in his hands, an action that reminded you of the younger segment. 

“(Name). When’s it going to be my turn? I want you too.” Dottore said, tired of being ignored and left to his own devices.

He was on his knees, looking up at you while shaking from cumming non-stop. 

“Darling, we’ll talk about this later.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, sending a shiver down his spine. The older grunted, still embarrassed at the unplanned confession. He didn’t think this would be going that way, if he knew, then he would’ve prepared something better.

“Sweetheart. Thank you for being patient, is there anything you want to do?”

“T-Then, can I do the same thing he did earlier?”

“Of course.”

You glanced at Dottore who seemed to be thinking about what he had just done. 

“Dottore. Teach him, why don’t you? I promise to give you an answer if you do.”

“You won’t leave me?” He asked.

“Never.”

[giginings]

This was a hard choice but prompt 9. “ you’re a big girl, use your words. “ with overstimulation with Minji. Thank you bestie!! Take your time :D

“ you’re a big girl, use your words “ + overstimulation + minji - newjeans

masterlist + 500 likes milestone

warnings : brief dubcon but both reader and minji wants it

how did we get here…? oh, yes. now you remember. about 2 hours ago, kim minji had asked you if you wanted to partner with her for the science project. and of course, who were you to say no? especially after her not so slick attempts to get your attention.

she had felt so accomplished, thinking she had you wrapped around her finger. however, it proved to be the opposite as soon as she agreed to go over the details at your house. as soon as you heard the tap-tap-tap on your door, you hadn’t realized how fast you rushed downstairs. you opened the door and the first thing you saw was smiley, stunning kim minji. you wanted to pull her inside and ruin her. but you couldn’t, that would be letting her win.

so instead, you stepped to the side and waited for her to make her own way inside. you shut the door and locked it, before gesturing for her to get comfortable on your couch. once she sat down, you took the time to admire her outfit. white tennis skirt, pink plaid sweater vest. cute. you made your way to the couch next to her.

you opened your bookbag, asking her what she thought the two of you should start with first. you watched as she thought about it, paying attention to her lips, and how she nibbled on the bottom one. she did that a lot. after she took a while to think, she finally piped up to say “i think we should start with dichromatic and trichromatic vision.” that was fine with you. you both opened your books to the related page and got to work.

sooner or later, minji’s head ended up resting on your lap while you leaned back on the armrest of the couch. the two of you had given up on studying ages ago, doing your own things on your phone. you felt the girl that was laying on you shuffle and reposition herself. looking down so that you had a clear view of her, you realized she had turned on her stomach, looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. trying your best to ignore her, she carefully pushed your legs open. she started to softly push on your clothed clit, and you felt your breath hitch.

you saw her furrow her eyebrows, upset that you weren’t acknowledging her advances. she pushes harder, lessening your chances of being able to keep your calm. you nibble on your bottom lip, and as soon as she starts to rub your clit through your underwear, all intent of playing it cool went out the window. you grip her hair, yanking her up so that she was looking straight at you. her face had this stupid smirk on it, which just fed into your desire to ruin her. “you thought you were so fucking slick didn’t you?”

her silence caused you to continue. “you think i didn’t notice? you’re such a fucking whore, minji. you wanted my attention so badly, when you could have just told me that you wanted me.” she stared at you blankly, leading you to give her hair a hard yank. a yelp left her mouth. “well? you’re a big girl, use your words. what is it you want from me?”

“i…i want you. want your fingers in me, please?” that was all you needed to hear. you laid the girl down, lifting up her skirt. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the wet patch in the center of her panties. pulling them down to her ankles, you made her spread her legs so you had a clear view of her glistening cunt.

you ran a finger down her slit, sending a shiver down minji’s spine. a gasp left her mouth once you started to rub her clit, your thumb entering her hole. you thrusted your thumb into her messy cunt, the sound of her whimpers and moans washing out the squelching sound coming fron her hole. replacing your thumb with your index and middle finger, you fucked her faster. she gripped onto your arm, her moans increasing in volume. you could tell she was close the way she squeezed your fingers.

the girl finally creamed around your fingers, but your movements never faltered. "w-wait, what are you-" you cut the girl off while she was speaking, "you were trying so hard for this, and now you're gonna fucking get it." at this point her fingernails were digging into the flesh of your arm, the sensitivity of her last orgasm making it easier for minji to cum quicker. "fuck, wait-" before you knew it, she was cumming around your fingers again while a string of profanities and moans left her mouth.

"cmon, you can give me one more." minji shook her head, tears forming in her eyes due to the intensity of the pleasure she was feeling. her abused hole ached, but she still found herself trying to fit as much of your fingers inside of her as possible. you added a third finger, stretching out her messy cunt. "wait, stop- stop, 'm gonna-" her words were cut off, her essence coating your couch, fingers and wrist.

minji had squirted all over the fabric of your couch, her frail body shaking because of how hard she had just came. her breathing was ragged, and strands of her hair stuck to her forehead. the sight was so incredibly hot.

maybe it wouldn't hurt to have a bit more fun with her, would it?

[milaisreading]

A new puffin

🌱🩷: I have been watching one too many puffling videos... Don't ask.

Warnings: Reader uses she/her. Requests are open

🌍Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya🌏

Ever since (Y/n) got introduced to Iceland and Norway by Denmark, she really tried her hardest for them to like her and accept her as a friend, same went for Finland and Sweden. To her surprise, it wasn't that hard to get along with Norway, as long as you didn't annoy him and listened to his mythology or his magical friends, he would accept you pretty fast. (Y/n) came to realize she judged the stoic looking nation to fast, as he was pretty fun to be around, and was relaxed for the most part. Iceland being the youngest did have a harder time accepting her as a newcomer, but after giving him some sweets and treating him less like a kid, he will be quick to accept you. Finland was the easiest to make friends with, (Y/n) noted. The country was friendly to her from the get go, something she could only compare to Denmark, who she met centuries ago while she was still a kid. Sweden, much like Norway was easy to get along with as long as you treat him well and don't panic so much around his stoic expression. (Y/n), though, soon came to realize that none of the nations were hard to get along with, but more of a certain bird that was always found on Iceland's head or shoulder. When it came to animals, (Y/n) had a huge heart for them! Due to her having been isolated for long, she grew close to the animals that reside in her forsts, lakes, and on the shores, and Mr. Puffin was really no exception. She found the talkative and, sometimes, blunt bird cute and funny, so she tried to get him to like her pretty much since day one. That proved to be a challenge, (Y/n) soon realized. While Hanatamago warmed up to her pretty much immediately, Mr. Puffin to this day would reject any form of affections or gifts she would give him. This left the nation distraught, which lead to Iceland first talking to the bird to be nicer, and when that didn't work he would try to comfort her in his own way.

"He is just stupid. Pay him no mind."

"He will come around. Just ignore him for a while."

Each time (Y/n) would just slowly nod her head, but her determination never really lessened.

"Mr. Puffin! I got you some dried hake and herring from my place! I am sure you will like it!" (Y/n) beamed as she ran towards the bird, which was sat on the couch, and held up the two bags of food. Finland and Sweden hid behind the doorway, hoping that today might be different. But, to all 3 countries' dismay, the bird just looked away and took off of the couch.

"Not hungry." The bird said and flew out of the living room. (Y/n) sighed in sadness and sat down on the couch as Sweden walked over to her, silently patting her bed.

"He will come around, (C/n). I am sure of it." Finland said softly, but only got a head shake from her.

"I have been told that for so long, you don't need to comfort me with that anymore." (Y/n) smiled at the Finnish man and got up.

"Where are you going?" Sweden asked as je watched her leave.

"I will just go out and get some fresh air." (Y/n) answered back, taking her coat and scarf off of the hanger.

"And what about these dried fish?" Finland called out.

"Put it away! Those were specifically made for Mr. Puffin. Maybe if Iceland offered it to him he will take it." She said sadly and and left the house after putting on her shoes.

"I am definitely the issue here. Maybe I am too persistent? I try to give Mr. Puffin h8s space, but he is so adorable, even if he is rude at times." (Y/n) sighed as she sat on a cliff, looking at the horizon.

"I don't know what to do anymore? All the animals I usually interact with like me right away... Maybe, Mr. Puffin is that one animal that will never like me." She sighed sadly and looked at her watch, realizing she had been out for a few hours, and she needed to go back and help prepare dinner with Norway. But, before she could get up, she heard some weird chirping sounds freezing for a moment, she slowly looked back, and to her shock she found a puffling looking up at her.

"Huh? What are you doing here, little one? Shouldn't you be out there with your friends?" She whispered as silently as possible, not wanting to scare the bird. Upon further inspection, she saw that the animal's wing was a little injured.

"Poor thing... you must be hurting so bad..." (Y/n) said sadly and slowly picked up the bird, and to her shock, the animal was pretty comfortable with the position it was in, chirping happily at her.

'Maybe a puffin does like me?!' She cried in internally in happiness and started making her way away from the cliff.

"I need to call Denmark! We need to find you a vet as soon as possible!" She said, carefully taking her phone out to call the Dane.

"I hope he didn't drink anything." She mumbled to herself.

A while later, the Dane had picked her up and drove them to the nearest vet who still had open. Thankfully, the bird was fine for the most part, just had some light injuries on his wing from a wild animal. The vet gave her some meds to give the puffin and bandaged up the injury.

"So, how long are we keeping.... it?" Denmark asked as he drove them back

"The doctor said its a male." (Y/n) said while patting the bird on the head and keeping him safe on her lap.

"And not for long. Maybe 2 weeks and he is free to explore the ocean. Poor baby, you were probably scared." She smiled as she lifted up the bird, which happily chirped. Denmark smiled a little and looked back at the road.

"Oh well, new addition to the family. Let's hope Mr. Puffin will be fine with it. He can be territorial."

"Don't worry. I will keep Baby puffin in my room. The rest of the house is free for him to use."

"Baby puffin?" Denmark raised an eyebrow at the name, earning a pout from (Y/n).

"It's a cute name! Right?" She looked back at the bird, which chirped back a few times.

"See?!"

"Why are you so restless now?" Iceland raised an eyebrow as him and Sweden looked at Mr. Puffin, who was circling around the living room.

"None of your business!" The bird yelled out, which confused the two nations.

"You act like Hanatamago when another dog enters our house." Sweden noted as the entrance door opened.

"We are back. And we will have a guest over for 2 weeks!" Denmark yelled from the entrance, confusing the two Mr. Puffin flew towards them, only to let out a shriek.

"What is this noise?!" Finland yelled from the kitchen as Norway walked out.

"What guest- Is that a puffin?" Norway asked as Iceland and Sweden peeked out of the living room, only to find (Y/n) holding the puffling as the adult bird sat on Denmark's shoulder and looked at it in disdain.

A while later...

"So, that's why I decided to take care of Baby puffin while he gets better. It will only be two weeks. Is that ok?" (Y/n) asked as she finished explaining what had happened while holding the bird. The other Nordics, minus Denmark, blinked at the animal a few times, not saying anything.

"Absolutely not! I am the only puffin around here!-" Mr. Puffin started protesting, only for Iceland to close his beak.

"Yeah, sure. I will help you release him once the two weeks end." Iceland said as Sweden and Finland chimed in.

"We just need food and a place for him to stay."

"I can build him a bed."

The two countries suggested, but (Y/n) just shook her head.

"No need. I still have that food Mr. Puffin rejected, and the bird bed as well." She reminded them. Knowing Mr. Puffin was about to throw a temper tantrum, Iceland took the bird out and Denmark followed after them, he wanted to see some drama.

"Well, it's decided then. You will take care of the puffling for the next two weeks. We need to cook dinner now." Norway said as he took out some of the bird food for the puffling.

"Ok. I will just take Baby puffin to my room." (Y/n) nodded while rubbing the animal's head.

"Why are you even mad?" Iceland raised his eyebrow as both him and Denmark looked at the adult puffin.

"I am not mad! I don't like my stuff being taken away." Mr. Puffin retorted back.

"You sure? You seem pretty mad over the newcomer. And besides, you rejected all those presents (Y/n) gave you." Denmark held back a laugh as the bird sent him a glare.

"Still-"

"Iceland, I will take that bird bed and some of the toys from your room." (Y/n) said as she walked by the living room.

"Sure. Mr. Puffin didn't use any." Iceland said nonchalantly as the puffin let out another shriek.

"Is the bird jealous?" Denmark laughed.

"I am not."

The next few days were spent with (Y/n) attending every and any need the puffling had. Regular medication, always a meal ready and relaxing with the bird. The animal's injury was healing faster than she expected, Iceland suggested that after the one week mark they should try letting the puffling fly around. (Y/n) was fine with it, wanting the bird to function like any other, but she was a little sad at the thought of the animal leaving.

"You are so cute!" She cheered as she filmed the puffling play with one of the toys.

Outside of her room, Mr. Puffin was glaring at the puffling, huffing as the nation kept fawning over him.

'I am cute, too! Cuter than that thing.' Mr. Puffin huffed yet again as be watched the nation fawn over something the puffling did.

"Good boy!" (Y/n) cheered while rubbing the animal's head.

"Let's get you something to eat. I bought you fresh eels this morning." (Y/n) said as she picked the bird up and walked towards the door, and Mr. Puffin quickly flew away from them both.

"Can I have some, too?" (Y/n) looked away from the puffling, that was eating peacefully, and instead looked at Mr. Puffin, surprised that he even flew to her for food.

"Hm? You want me to fix you some food?"

"Mhm." The bird nodded and (Y/n) blinked at the puffin, but eventually agreed.

"Ok. I will leave Baby puffin in your care for a bit." She said and walked out of the living room towards the kitchen. The puffling continued to silently eat as the other landed next to him. Mr. Puffin looked at the bird in annoyance, as he pretty much ruined all the peace he previous had.

"You are just a temporary thing here. So, know your place." The puffling looked away from his food and blinked at the adult puffin as (Y/n) came back again.

"Here you go! Iceland bought you this food."

"Huh? And where is the food you bought me?" The bird asked in confusion as the puffling sat down on her palms again.

"That? I know you don't like it when I buy you food, so I am just feeding Baby puffin with it. Don't worry, Iceland will buy you food from now on." (Y/n) smiled, oblivious to the displeased feeling the puffin was feeling at those news.

A week had passed since the puffling was taken into the Nordic household and the older puffin just had about enough of the bird. What was once the attention (Y/n) gave him was now all for the puffling. He really hated to admit that he missed it, and he scolded himself for being so cruel to the other nation.

'Great. She thinks I hate her and will not even pay attention to me. After that puffling leaves tho... will it go back to how it was?' The puffin grumbled as he watched both (Y/n) and Sweden inspect the pufflings injury and change the bandages.

Another week passed by pretty quickly and the puffling was all good and ready to leave for the ocean and meet up with the other puffins. (Y/n) and Iceland were standing near a cliff as they took the bandages off of the animal. Mr. Puffin was uncharacteristically quiet for the most part.

"Are you crying?" Iceland asked while sweatdropping, watching as the other country kept on hugging the bird.

"How can I not?! What if something happens to him on the ocean?! He is so small." The girl said back while the bird chirped a few more times.

"Well, whatever happens, happens. We need to release him. Besides, he will be back in a few years." Iceland shrugged, used to how his birds act. (Y/n) sighed, knowing he was right and handed him the bird.

"Here. You do it." She argued as the Icelander nodded and walked over to the edge of the cliff to throw the bird.

"Bye-bye." (Y/n) said as she watched the bird fly away. To her surprise, she felt a unfamiliar wight on her shoulder and she glanced over, only to find Mr. Puffin.

'Huh? He never did this...' She thought, slowly putting her hand on the bird's head. (Y/n) expected the animal to cringe away from her, or scold her like usually, but the bird did neither. He stayed still as she started patting his head.

'Does he like me after all?!' She thought as a smile was plastered on her face as Iceland called out to them that it was time to leave.

[thedirtygridd]

SHARING IS CARING…AT THE DUTCH GRAND PRIX

WARNINGS - 18+ , strong sexual and dirty content

Summary - features Leclerc , Ocon and De Vries as they take what they want from you post race.

You had been in F1 hospitality all weekend. The Dutch Grand Prix. The rookie Nyck De Vries making his debut at his home Grand Prix. Amazingly, he managed to bring it home P3. P2 was Esteban Ocon and P1 was Charles Leclerc. An incredibly rare result!

You waited for them after the podium…they all walked in with their trophy and champagne bottles. All of them drenched with the alcohol, and also a mixture of their hard worked sweat. You noticed them all rub the sweaty champagne mixture through their thick hair as they perfected their hair style for you

“Oh hey you” Nyck shouted over

“Is he really talking to me?” You wondered. How was this possible?

“Boys how do you feel about this one?” He asked

Charles and Esteban looked you up and down before nodding “she’ll do nicely, bring her with us”

Nyck grabbed your hand “come on” he added

He led you across the paddock to his motor home. All 3 of the boys walked inside and brought you in behind them. They then locked the door….

You wondered what was going on, as Esteban told you to take a seat. The whole motor home was basically bare. Just a comfortable floor and a leather couch. You took a seat on the leather couch. The cold feeling on your bare legs as you sat down.

As you sat, all of the boys began taking off their race suits….they took off all of their clothes until they stood naked in front of you.

“We have a ritual you see…” Charles smirked as he spoke

“Whoever finishes on the podium….gets to fuck the girl they want” Nyck added

You noticed how their dicks were all starting to get harder. Nyck grabbed the champagne bottle and downed some of it. He drank it so fast and abruptly that most of it dripped down his neck and flowed down his body, making its own trail between his rock hard abs.

Esteban moved in and began making out with you. His tongue was eager, immediately exploring the inside of you mouth. He felt warm. You moved your hands around his upper back as you felt him slowly undressing you. His back felt slimy and sticky to touch. He felt warm, he felt sexy….

You felt Charles pull down your dress and remove your small panties. He threw them over to Nyck, who had now finished the entire bottle

Nyck caught your panties and pressed them up against his face. You noticed his eyes roll into the back of his face as he took in the scent of you. He was desperate for you…and that turned you on even more

But not as much as Charles’ tongue… which has now entered your wet pussy. You felt Esteban exploring the inside of your mouth with his tongue, while Charles was exploring the inside of something else….

“Ah fuck….agh” you groaned in pleasure

You could feel the bristles of Charles facial hair scratch you as he positioned himself as deep inside you as he could.

You were now completely naked, and being used by two sweaty drivers….

This is when Nyck decided to get involved.

“Lads….let’s do what we discussed. Let’s make this fucking filthy”

Esteban and Charles stepped back and they all positioned themselves above you, pointing their hard tips towards you.

“What you guys doin——“ before you could finish, you were splashed with warm fluid from every angle

You closed your eyes as it hit you. It took you by surprise….but a strangely good one….

They were all pissing on you

At first, you flinched away from it, but as it kept flowing, you began to take it all in. You smothered your tits as the warm liquid covered you. You used your hands to rub it all over your face, and through your hair. As though you were in the shower.

You fully washed yourself in their dirty piss

As they stopped, Nyck was first to pounce. He picked you up, still dripping in piss, and held you. You wrapped your hands around his muscly shoulders as he took you. His dick hard and thick, he fucked you as he held you up in the air. You felt his balls slap up onto you as he made his vigorous thrusts. You felt his shoulder and back muscles twitching as he rammed up inside of you.

You instantly came. You felt yourself squirt and this was confirmed by the sound of it splashing on the floor.

“My turn” Charles pushed in. He grabbed you from Nyck and slid his own cock inside your tight pussy. It must be said though…it wasn’t as tight as before…not after Nyck had stretched it out

Charles fucked you just as hard as Nyck had. His dick was a slightly different shape though, it curved upwards more inside you….constantly applying pressure to your G-spot. The tension built and built….

“Oh.ohhhhh…..Cha——“ and then before you could finish, the tension released. You felt like you were about to pass out. The pleasure of the orgasm this man was giving you, was like nothing you had ever experienced before. It continued….on and on…..

“Keep…..going….arghh” you told Charles and you dug your nails into his sweaty muscly back.

“I can’t go much longer without…” Charles warned you

“Keep going…….” You demanded, as your orgasm started to reach new heights.

“I I I need to pull…..” Charles warned again before you dug your nails even harder into him

“FUCKKK” you screamed in pleasure.

At the same time Charles shouted “shit I’m gonna…..”

And you felt him explode inside you. His warm milky fluid filling you up. The orgasm reaching its climax at the exact same time. He filled you up so full. You felt it leak out as he pulled away.

Next, Esteban had his turn. His dick smothered with Charles’ left over cum inside you as he began fucking you

You felt Charles’ cum sloshing around inside you as Esteban fucked you

It did not take long before Esteban pulled out. He moved further up your body and slid his throbbing dick in between your tits. You pressed your tights together as he thrust his cock in between. The noise of it sloshing in front of your face. You could tell he was getting close to his climax….his body twitching and sweating even more than before

This is when Nyck entered you again. Only this time….in your ass.

At first you were filled with pain as his dick stretched your very tight ass. But this was very quickly replaced by immense pleasure.

He fucked your hole hard. Stretching it out as much as he could

“Shit I’m gonna cum” Nyck complained.

“On my face I hope” you added

Just as you said it…Ocon released his very own load.

It smothered your cleavage and tits. Splashed up onto your neck also. He leant down and kissed you.

“Fuck thanks for that baby…I better kiss you now before Nyck covers you with his juice”

Esteban kissed your lips as he stood up and walked away

Nyck pulled out and started wanking off his cock in from of you.

“Get ready…” he added

The anticipation was killing you.

You wanted it.

You wanted to feel it.

You wanted to smell it.

You wanted to taste it.

And then there it was. His cock throbbed and released ribbons of his thick , warm cum.

Your tongue licked around the side of your mouth. A salty warm taste tingled your taste buds.

After he had dumped his load he retreated. His phone began to ring and he picked it up.

“Oh hey babe” he said as he answered

“Yes I’m still on for that date later…I can’t wait to see you. I love you” he added.

He was talking to his girlfriend!!

Little did she know you were lying there. Covered with his cum, also covered with Esteban’s, and filled with Leclercs.

“If only those girls knew what I just had done to me….” You wondered as you brushed your fingers through the cum.

[multifamdomfan]

Why Does Love Hurt So Much? Pt. 2

@ivysayssup

Alexander Hamilton x reader(x John Laurens)

The good news is the nurses healed the wound and there was nothing left there but a scar but the bad news is that Dad is sending me back home. Before I left I told the truth about who I really am to Hercules, Lafayette, and John. They understood why I lied about my name and gender but was glad that I was honest about everything else. I couldn't bring myself to see Alex again, I didn't know what I would say or what his reaction would be. When I got home I studied law and eventually became a lawyer. I got harassed because it was uncommon for women to be anything other than a housewife but that just gave me the motivation to work harder.

A good thing that came out of it though is that the Schuyler sisters heard of me and wanted to meet me which led to great friendships. They invited me to the Winters Ball. When I arrived wearing my nicest dress I made small talk with the sisters before we all went out separate ways and I saw the one person I never thought that I'd see again, Alexander Hamilton. I was going to hide from him but it was too late, he already saw me. He walked towards me with an out stretched hand and said "May I have this dance?" It completely took me by surprise, did he not recognize me? Did he forget about me or did he not care?

My cheeks warmed and I nodded stiffly before taking his hand and we started to dance. My heart was pounding out of my chest, I was terrified. "So 'James', what is your real name?"

"(y/n). I want you to know that besides my name and gender I never lied to you. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner but I couldn't risk getting caught." I responded looking down in shame.

"I'm not going to lie, I was hurt when I found out but I understand why you did what you did." I looked up and saw that he looked sincere. And we shared a smile, not seeing that John Laurens was watching us across the room with sad eyes before leaving the ball.

Eventually Alexander and I got together and then got married. It started off wonderful, it seemed almost magical but it didn't last long. He was always working and never made any effort whatsoever into our marriage. Then he started going out late saying that he had to go to work. I saw all the signs but I ignored it so I could keep him because I love him. I'm grateful for my best friend, John Laurens. He's always been there with me through it all. Especially when we saw the Reynolds Pamphlet.

We were going on a stroll before Thomas Jefferson handed me and John the piece of paper that would change our lives forever. "I'm going to kill him." I heard him mutter as we read it. I stood there motionless. It's not true, it couldn't be. But everything made sense with his behavior. Tears sprung in my eyes but I refused to let them fall. "I'm so sorry, (y/n)." He said while he hugged me tightly. When we broke away he said "Come on, you're going to stay with me." I nodded staring at the ground before we left to collect my things.

I didn't say a word to Alex when I got home and packed my things. I heard John yelling at Alexander through the walls, John really is a good friend. We left and I was going to file divorce papers and get half of everything but right now I just need my friend and sleep.

A year later I got over Alex and I developed feelings for John. I got my own place and moved out of John's place but visited often. We were talking about anything and everything but I was half asleep with my head leaning on his shoulder and I whispered "I love you." Before I passed out.

The next morning I woke up on John's bed but he wasn't there. I walked to the living room where he was asleep on the couch. I sat down next to him and brushed a few stray hairs out of his face causing him to stir and wake up. "Good morning." I told him in a soft voice.

"Good morning." He responded with his voice groggy from sleep. He then seemed to remember something and asked "Did you mean what you said yesterday? About you loving me?"

I completely forgot about that. I looked down blushing and responded with a quiet "Yes." Before I knew it he kissed me with so much passion that it contrasted with his innocent persona.

A couple years later John and I got happily married. John and I were drinking champagne when I overheard Hercules tell Alex "You need to let her go." So I guess that He was pinning on me but I deserve better than Alexander. I'm with John now, I love him and he loves me. John is the best thing that ever happened to me and treats me right.

[n6918]

Pyrrha waited patiently to surprise Jaune when he gets home. She's all tied up and ready to be used. Not knowing that Jaune brought Oscar over for a visit.

Why did Jaune have to be such a tease, Pyrrha thought to herself as she stared past the man fucking her to her boyfriend. She was currently lying upright on the couch her legs spread with a spreader bar, and her arms tied behind her back. I with ropes holding around the rest of her body, lifting up her breasts, which had vibrators on the nipples. Her mouth held open with a circle gag, allowing her to moan out as she lay there and took it. This was just supposed to be for Jaune when she got herself ready like this, but this was so much hotter.

Oscar was currently between her legs inside the spreader bar and sliding his cock deep into her pussy. He was groping and playing with her all over as he was going for round three. He even sometimes stick his own tongue in her mouth and play with hers. Jaune had told her to dump his loads inside her; he had been surprised when Jaune told him he could fuck Pyrrha. Apparently, this was an undiscovered king of his, and he wasn’t going to turn it down.

Meanwhile Jaune sat in the chair behind both of them, stroking his cock as he watched his friend pleasure his girlfriend. Honestly, this was a lot harder than he thought; and he thought coming home to his girlfriend tied up on the couch was pretty hot. But watching his friend unload, his cum into her with something else. He of course took his turns, but when he fucked her, he only got up and fucked her throat, dumping a load down there. Then he turn it back off to Oscar, and as he saw the farm boy tense up and grown again he knew it was his turn. They’ve been at it for a while, and Jaune was hoping they could take this whole night as he down his beer, and stood up to unload another shot down his girlfriends throat. Handing Oscar one beer as he worked his way out from between his girlfriends legs. 

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 3 // Should I Stay or Should I Go? // Day 1

Contents (Warnings): Soft Vore, Non-Fatal, Unwilling Prey, Willing Pred, and M/F (Continued part).

Wordcount: 2,017

Side note: This will contain experimental writing, first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. For those third person moments all their text will be italicized and have the characters name in Bold at the start. There may be other characters I write for in the future using this method but we’ll see...

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(Sept. 8th, Thursday)

Alexander

He huffed heavily, partially overtaken by the euphoric daze. His back laid on the wall, and his stomach groaned with delight. He had finally eaten her. He body would let him relax.

He glanced down at the slight bulge she created in his form, a half smile curled at his lips. It's over.

His focus dwindled as he waited for his satisfied bliss to settle with her. He played with the taste in his mouth, ignoring the barely audible yells from the inside. His hand strode up, running along the fabric and movement from the inside. He never got used to the feeling nor taste he got from those he ate either.

Especially not her.

Ten minutes had passed and Lynette stopped moving all together. It allowed him to gather his thoughts and force himself up.

He moved with little effort, even being so full, to the break room couches. He got to one of them rested back.

He heard the fridge open from the far side of the break room, he hadn't even heard someone come in, then the steps as they approached him.

"Satisfied?" His best friend's voice asked.

Alexander glanced over, seeing Drake drink out of one of his blood pouches.

Alexander nodded at first, taking a second to work up a response, "I can't even describe it." He uttered. "I've never had someone half this good before." He leaned his head over the back of the couch, "I'm going to need an extra twenty minutes to settle in."

Drake sat at one of the armchairs nearby, “mhm, like you can remember who tasted good.”

"shut," Alexander huffed. "I meant, I feel," he didn't want to talk anymore. He wanted to rest and enjoy it while it lasted.

Alexander took a nearly two hour lunch just to relish in his satiated appetite. He passed through the kitchen on his way back to the counter.

“Hey, Edgar…” he said. He pressed up his glasses and watched his Boss put a few toppings on a pizza. 

Edgar glanced up and waved his hand, “Drake told me, I know."

“Right-” Alexander replied, going back to work. He would still have Lynette inside him for the rest of the shift. There wouldn't be much difference, except things were a little harder to reach at times, which is why they installed their screens to be removable or be able to extend out closer to them. Not that he showed Lynette that. 

Besides that, any human customer wouldn’t be able to tell his height was any different nor his extra weight. To them, he looked pretty normal. A tall male that was in good physical shape. It wasn’t difficult for him to disguise himself in this way as he did so whenever he ate. However, he never ate during work, so it was pretty difficult for him to maneuver as he wasn’t used to it. But, by the end, he got the hang of it. And he finally realized, he could have made this easier on himself using the seal he had on his chest for this. Next time I'll go back to my normal height and make whoever I eat smaller inside me.

He looked down at his phone's clock as he was helped clean up, he hated to have to do it, but he couldn’t keep Lynette trapped inside him forever. No matter how much I want to.

He traveled past the kitchen, down the hall, and to the nurses office. Sandra sat at one of her chairs, taking notes. She peered up and she gestured to the lowered medical bed. 

“Place her there. I’ll clean her up and get the paperwork ready.” She told Alexander. 

He exhaled and closed his eyes. He focused on throwing her back up.

It wasn't long, he was too used to it by now to be, before her body was pushed up and slipped past his lips.

Her fleeting taste made him want to swallow her back again. It was an issue he never hadn't had for a long time. His form struggled to let her go.

His instincts tugged and beckoned him to take her back, but he eventually let her go.

She laid there, soaked in the thick vat of saliva.

He almost reacted to clean her himself and stopped. He wiped away the excess of drool from his own lips, went back to his normal height, and swallowed the last remaining bit of her flavor, before his body no longer remembered it.

The only reminder he had to attest for her alluring taste was the scent that littered the air or the fact that he wanted to get her once more.

He looked away and spoke faintly, “thanks, Sandra…”

…

Day 1 - (Sept. 8th, Thursday)

Lynette

I twisted in my sleep, a soft, firm bed beneath me. It didn't feel like my own.

I lazily opened my eyes, staring at the extraordinarily high, bare white ceiling. Where am I? I sat up and scanned the room. I was on one of the four white-sheeted beds, each of varying sizes. Further toward the entrance were two desks, each with books and what I presumed were notes.

I guessed the infirmary, especially when I saw the cabinet of uniforms on the other side of the door.

Why am I...

I gasped and patted down my body frantically. I'm not wet. I pulled the front of my shirt up to inspect it; there wasn't a spot of dirt or anything. Why did I have such a disgustingly vivid dream?

The fact that a girl like me who refused to watch horror movies dreamed something like that didn't make sense.

I must have hit my head really hard? Is that why I'm here?

I held it instinctively. When did I fall? I shifted in the bed to pull out my phone from my back pocket. All my cards and money were in my wallet on the back of my phone case. Nothings gone.

My eyes widened when I checked the time.

Lunch was at 6:00! Why was it already 10:45?! 

I straightened up like I would in the doctors office when the door opened. Sandra, the woman from yesterday, walked inside. She carried several papers and nodded when she saw I was awake. 

"How are you feeling, Miss Wayland?" Her voice sounded as automatic as yesterday.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket. "I feel fine?"

"I'm glad. I need to ensure you feel well before you sign your resignation form." What? She sincerely smiled, grabbed her chair, and wheeled it toward me to sit down. "And rest assured your memory of the events will be altered after." 

I took the papers she handed me, but I failed to understand what she meant. Memory altered? Maybe I misheard her.

I disregarded it and focused on the forms I was holding. "Why would I resign?"

Her eyes darted up in thought, "You don't want to resign after what happened?"

I pushed my dream aside and attempted to construct a logical conclusion. Why would I want to resign? "Did I hurt someone?"

"Ah, that explains why you weren't as hysterical as most are." Sandra bobbed her head, folded her hands onto her skirt, and calmly spoke, "You're under the pretext that Alexander eating you didn't happen, right? If so, I'm here to explain that it did."

I smiled slightly, waiting for the joke. I sleepwalk when I'm in unfamiliar places or stressed out. I wouldn't be surprised if I was muttering about the dream aloud too. 

I searched for a smile, a twitch of her eyes, anything that indicated she was kidding. There was none. She looked rested and tense, perhaps awaiting an uproar?

My half-cocked grin fled, "That's not physically possible." I pinched at my clothes and then at my skin, "I'd be dead, and-ahhhh" I clutched at my uniform. Don't think about it, don't think about it. I wanted to keep my thoughts off the digestive system.

"We would not allow someone whose body would harm or kill you to eat you, Miss Wayland. Monsters here have preventative seals for that and..."

"M-Monsters?!"

Sandra nodded. "I prepared a copy of your contract under that resignation. If you read through it, you'll see what I mean."

I moved my hand, saw the copy of the employee contract, and then shook my head. I leaned forward, feeling hysteria bubbling inside me. "Sandra, you're joking." I flipped through, and she directed me to specific "fair meal clause (employee-to-employee)". She couldn't...she wouldn't write this all for a joke.

"I'm not joking, Miss Wayland."

FAIR MEAL CLAUSE (Employee to Employee):

49. Employees may consume one another only during their specified lunch period...

I looked away from the contract and gestured to my uniform, "I'm not wet. If that were true, I wouldn't be this dry; I also don't-" I smelled my shirt. "I don't smell like anything either. Wouldn't I..."

Sandra sat back in her chair, not enough to fully recline. "We wouldn't leave you covered in saliva or anything, Miss Wayland. As a nurse I'm here to make sure you're cleared before you go." 

What she's saying right now doesn't make sense. I glanced at the resignation paper under my contract. "If," I couldn't focus. "Are you saying monsters and magic stuff exist? This place doesn't look out of the ordinary. No one here does."

Sandra exhaled patiently and got up from her chair. She went to her desk, picked up a thick book on what looked to be anatomy, and brought it over.

She held the book with a gibberish on it's cover out to me.

"Hold this, tell me what you feel." 

It was heavy, a hardcover with several hundreds of pages. Nothing inside it felt off—besides the words being in another language. A few humanoid animal diagrams, too—they weirded me out.

"Now, do you mind handing it back?"

She took the odd hardcover anatomy book back, put both hands on either side of the over seven-hundred-page spine, and, with minimal effort, tore it in half. 

Her force crushed the cover, and scraps of the pages fell to the floor. She handed me what was left intact.

I held the halves, staring blankly at her. Is this a threat? How did she do even that?

"Does it feel the same?"

"It-" It took me a second to nod. I put it to my face to show I was 'feeling it' as my hands were full. "yes. The only difference is that it's torn in half?"

"Excellent."

I prepared to hand them back and saw her eyes keenly focused on the halves—so much so that their green got brighter and brighter until they glowed. They were like a neon sign, and the book in my hands started to shift like it was alive.

I gasped and dropped it. It clattered to the ground, and in a whirlwind, the pages, pieces, and cover mended back together. They formed their original undamaged copy once more as if she had never split it.

I glanced back at Sandra, whose hue had decreased their glow. "Pick it up," she told me.

I did so, knocking on its cover to confirm its toughness. "How did you do that?" 

"Magic. I'm a magus. One of the only types of monsters that can't break a human case or get any bigger to demonstrate that to you." 

Is this the same book? Maybe she swapped them. "E-even so, how would eating someone not be against some rule?" 

Sandra put her hand out to get the book, "We have a few rules in place for lunch here. As long as they don't physically harm you, anyone can eat one another at lunch. This might sound alarming, but it's a way to maintain our energy levels."

What?

She continued, "If you'd like to resign, it'll be removed from your memory and replaced with a normal work day." 

"I'll forget everything?" I don't want that.

"You'll get today's pay before you leave, but yes."

I inched back on the bed, sitting in the middle of the mattress. "What else will you do to me?"

Her eyelids slumped, "only that," Sandra said sharply. "The contract you signed states you cannot talk to another human outside of work about the monsters that work here, or you'll automatically resign, and resignation leads to memory alterations as well." 

This sounds insane. My lip quivered, and I gripped the handful of sheets. " Do other humans work here, too?"

"We haven't had one last more than a day; getting eaten by their coworkers isn't something most humans can handle," Sandra admitted. 

I picked up the form. I don't want to forget everything. If magic and monsters are real, doesn't that change a lot? "Can I-I avoid them?"

"Anything is permitted as long as you don't try to bring weapons or plan to kill another coworker."

Why am I even asking this? I clenched the paper tighter. I looked back at the book in her hand. None of this feels real. It's like I'm stuck in a dream.

"Was Edgar's promise a lie?"

"No. If you read over the current copy of your contract, you'll see that much." She gestured to the copy beside my thigh. "He did offer you an absurd amount of money. I never heard him offer a human that before. You've made quite the impression on him." She lowered her cross legs and used them to direct her back to her desk for a pen.

Four million plus the half a million he promised is more than enough to live comfortably. "Is there anything else I should know…if I stayed?"

Sandra let herself glide, and her chair bumped into her desk. She picked up the pen, staring at me questionably. "You want to stay?"

"Not exactly."

She rolled herself back to me and slowed before colliding with the bed. She offered the pen.

I stared at it.

What if I believe her? That means...The confined, wet space played in my head. I hiccuped with heaves in my chest as it did. Why would someone do that? Why would he even do that? There's no way that actually happened. Magic or not. What's the point? For fun? I was too afraid to ask.

"I want the money," I answered, taking the pen regardless. I can't leave that kind of offer, right?

Sandra moved her hair behind her ear. "You asked if there is anything else you should know if you decided to stay." She pointed to the contract copy. " Employees can only go after one another at lunch; any other times are prohibited." She twirled her finger in the air. " Magic with intent to harm can't be used against each other, and most magic, if used on you, has to have your approval first." 

She shifted slightly in her seat, fixing her posture.

I stared at the resignation form in my trembling hand. I lifted the pen to it and ceased. A promise of a comfortable life as long as I deal with whatever might happen or forget everything? Restart. Get approximately $700 for working today.

Am I really considering this? Can I do something like this? I don't want to go through that again. Why is that even a rule here?

"Miss Wayland, you can take all the time you need," Sandra said.

How many times have you done this? She sounded like an actor on a stage doing the same play repeatedly.

I took a few long breaths. My heart was pounding in my chest. I was on the verge of a life-altering decision. I opened the contract and started to read through it carefully. "I'll be grateful if you can help me understand this as I read."

...

Later near midnight

I unlocked the front door to the apartment I shared with Wicks. I saw him down the hall, leap up from the black leather couch. He nearly tripped over himself as he ran.

"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CALL ME FIRST!!" He yelled, his voice filled with excitement and mild annoyance. His arms whisked me up and twirled me as he brought me inside. He had been overly excited seeing me lately.

"Wicks!" I cried out in dizziness.

He slowed down and dropped me. I planted my feet on the ground and exhaled, "You know I get dizzy easily." I tried to focus on the one Wicks instead of the three my vision made me see.

He smiled, and adjusted his short ponytail, which threatened to come undone. "Great, if you're feeling dizzy, it gives me the perfect excuse to grab your cake." He turned back and hurried down the hall, and took right into the kitchen across from our laundry room.

"Cake?" I forgot he mentioned buying me one to celebrate my new job. "Wicks, you don't have to go all out over every job I get."

I shut the door behind me, removed my shoes, and put my keys on the crab claw hook near the door.

I passed the kitchen, went down, and to the right when I entered the living room. I slid onto the middle barstool and looked into the kitchen through the window. He retrieved the cake from the fridge and spun around to face me. He triumphantly held it in it's little white box.

I smiled back and jumped, startled when he slid the cake across the counter to me. "Hey!" I caught it and didn't smush the box in the process.

"You got it, it's fine." He lightly stuck out his tongue and pointed to the lid, "You should look at what I did for it." 

I set my hat down and undid my ponytail. The furl of orange curls burst out and fought to cover my face. I opened the lid and fended my hair off with my other hand.

My smile wiggled, trying to hold back my laughter.

Wicks added a poorly drawn pizza slice to a chocolate-frosted cake and smudged out 'birthday', replacing it with the word 'job," instead.

Happy job.

He waited patiently for my response, a goofy grin on his face. I couldn't help but chuckle, "You're such a dork; I love it."

He rolled up his hoodies sleeves and rested his elbows on the counter across from me, "it took me so long to get that pizza on it." 

I didn't want to tell him it was probably the best drawing I had ever seen from him. He had many talents, but drawing wasn't one of them.

"It's amazing." I stared inadmissibility. I had to surprise him back at some point. Given how much he works, he deserves it. 

"Do you want to get me a knife, or are we eating this bad boy with our hands?" I jokingly did a scooping motion. 

"I'm not falling for it, Lentils." Wicks turned around and walked toward the fridge, "The last time I agreed to that you sent the picture of me doing that to mom and she wouldn't let me eat anything without supervision for a week" Wicks grumbled, he opened the drawer beside the fridge to get the tool.

I deviously smiled, "it was funny! And don't forget I also sent Mom a picture of me with cake hands!" 

He handed me the cake spatula, "Yeah, and she thought I convinced you too." 

I sliced into the cake as he grabbed plates as well. He slid them to me. I served up about a quarter of the cake and pushed it back his way.

His eyes stared down at it in mild disgust, "that's your plate, right?" Wicks couldn't handle much sweets unlike me.

"This is mine," I gestured to the rest of it. 

He slid the slice back to me quickly; I had to catch it, then he grabbed the whole cake.

"You are not eating it all in one sitting again." 

I held the quarter slice and looked up at him with a whimper, "Wicks-"

"You are eating that slice while I cook dinner tonight, and then we'll be watching El Serpentino de-," he stopped. His smile twitched, and he immediately put his hands to his face. "No, sorry, I meant, whatever you want to watch!"

"What's El Serpentino?"

"Nothing!!" 

I leaned back, holding the edge of the counter with one hand, and pulled out my phone with the other.

Wicks nearly threw himself over the counter to stop me, he barely avoided my cake slice on the table in front of me.

"Don't, it's nothing, I meant Super Rangers, let's watch that!!" He hoped I'd stop.

"Okaaaay." I said as I put my phone on the counter in front of me between him and I to show him I wouldn't. I was a bit cruel.

I already found out he secretly watched Telenovelas when I wasn't around. Madre told me that she and Wicks would gush about them. I pretended I didn't know for his sake.

You always get so embarrassed for nothing. I exhaled. He had been like that for as long as I knew him, yet there was an unmistakable raging blaze hidden behind his passiveness, one I rarely saw.

The rest of the night went as expected. He made me smile, as he always did, even on my worst days. We stayed up until about 2 a.m., and got ready for bed.

I went to my room, showered, put on my shark pajama shorts and shirt, then settled in under the covers. Minus the weighted blanket tonight.

And for the next hour, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Above my bed, my eyes traced the constellations. In addition to being my sign, the Gemini was cute because it was two figures holding hands. The other beside it was the Scorpio for Wicks, on the other side of that the Scales for Charletta, and Ursa Minor. I liked that one for being a small pot.

I laid there staring at them for another twenty minutes.

I'm not going to be able to sleep, am I? I sat up, went to my desk in the far corner of the room near the window, grabbed my laptop and its small table, and climbed back into bed with it.

I couldn't comprehend what happened today. I know I asked Sandra way more questions—I simply couldn't remember the answers. I could barely think after hearing, seeing, and knowing what I do now.

I didn't resign yet.

So, if I choose to quit one day, I'll at least have this journal to record as much as possible. 

...

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Post Rape Love

Emily and Stella had just been having a nice day out as girls. It was rare that they got a day just to themselves, what between school and work and everything else. They just wanted to have some fun, doing a little shopping and getting a little pampering.

And it was a great day.... Until it wasn't.

Until they were suddenly grabbed by Y/N, a dangerous criminal, and forced into a trunk. They were driven to a cabin far out of the city before he picked them both up and carried them inside, just to throw them both on the bed.

"What do you want with us?" Emily demanded, shielding Stella as much as she could

"Oh, not much," Y/N leered, shamelessly adjusting himself in his pants. "I just want a little time with you.... and your bodies."

"You can't just kidnap us like this!" Emily snapped. "My husband is a Texas Ranger and he won't let you off easy."

"Kidnapping is such a strong word," Y/N said. "I promise, you'll have a good time here. I'm not even really keeping you for long. After two days, I'll let you go.... If you want."

Emily didn't even know how to process that. She knew she should fight back, try to get Stella out of here to safety.

But. She knew her husband was coming for them. He would be here soon, probably faster than the two days this creep was demanding.

"Do your worst," she said.

Little did she know what she was getting into, holding her chin up high.

Y/N smirked. "Let's begin then."

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Cordell would arrive 3 days later, frantic and desperately worried about his wife and daughter. He knew what kind of man Y/N was, dangerous and perverted and someone he wanted nowhere near his family.

The cabin they were being held in was far out of the way, which is part of why it took so long to find it. Cordell would owe them both a lot for forcing them to stay with that perverted monster for so long.

As the ranger approached the door, he heard his wife screaming. His heart droppped. Emily suffering at Y/N's hands was his worst nightmare come true. He could only hope she would one day recover from the trauma.

He kicked in the door and what he saw made his jaw drop.

Y/N, Emily, and Stella were all in the front room, completely naked. Y/N had Emily bent over the arm of the couch as he railed her pussy from behind. Streaks of Y/N's seed ran down her legs and her face was contorted in pure, mindless pleasure. "Oh, Y/N!" she screamed. "Fuck me, fuck me harder! Knock me up, make me yours!" she begged.

Stella sat on the floor, three fingers jammed up her dripping cunt. She whined and rocked back and forth. "When is it gonna be my turn?" she whined. "You've been with Mommy all morning...."

"Patience, my little slut," Y/N said. "Why don't you come please my balls while you wait?"

Stella whined again but crawled over, settling between Y/N's legs and licking at his plump balls.

Y/N smirked at Cordell. "Pretty whores, aren't they?" he said, not pausing in his thrusts. "So responsive, and after they resisted so much too.... You were a lucky man, Ranger."

"I- You- Let them go!" Cordell demanded.

"Oh, but I'm not keeping them here," Y/N said. "I told them, after two days they were free to go if they wanted. You could've had them yesterday if they'd wanted to leave. But they both wanted to stay...."

Cordell shook his head. "No. No, I don't believe you."

"Oh, but it's true. Emily," he pulled her up by her hair. "Do you want to go home?"

"NO!" She squirmed around his cock. "No, I wanna stay here! I need your dick, Y/N, please! Don't send me back!"

"What about you, Stella?" Y/N looked down. "Do you want to go home with Daddy?"

Stella stopped licking momentarily to pout. "You're my Daddy now."

Y/N smirked at Cordell. "See? They love it here."

Cordell numbly stared at the scene in front of him for a few moments, barely even registering how his cock was awakened by the live porn scene. As his wife screamed her way through an orgasm, he backed out and closed the door behind him, unable to process what he'd just seen.

[ventingbaybe]

1/16/24

I did end up moving out after that last post, two or so years ago.

Im on my second year break from school, the whole point of the gap year was to save money for school. I got kicked out though, so there went that.

My parents dont like when i word it that i got kicked out, I was “heavily implied that I should move out so that I can thrive away from my family because they didnt sign up to start taking care of me again because I couldnt go back to school” but not kicked out.

I got a second job, worked 80 hour weeks for a while, quit one, work the other. Moved from one apartment to another and then another. I dont have any roommates, just me. I cant get an animal because it would be irresponsible when im planning on going back to school and wouldnt be able to bring them with me.

Every month I pay $1000 in rent, $500 in my loan repayment, and whatever other shit i get roped into.

I have a boyfriend. I had a crush on him at the beginning of last summer, we met at work. I ended up getting over him at one point. But sometime in October I got drunk and flirted with him, we went on a couple dates and made it official. Its awkward. We dont have anything to talk about and dont have anything in common. I feel bad that I cant be the partner that he deserves, but we just arent fit for one another. We need to break up but we havent had any free time to see eachother and actually have a talk about anything. Hes a great guy, but romantically we just arent compatible at all.

Were having a winter storm in my state and just my washing machine pipe froze, so last night at 2am I got to spend hours cleaning up my overflowed washing machine and hand wringing out and emptying the machine. I feel constantly overwhelmed and like Im drowning, but I dont have a solid enough support system to feel helped. This isnt to diss my friends or anything, I just need professional help at this point and cant keep burdening my friends with this kind of constant badgering of venting.

I need to make some more friends, like actual friends I hang out with who are on a similar level of being grown up as me. I need other people who are moved out that I can find some relation and comfort in. I just dont feel like I have anyone solid in my corner that I can turn to at this moment. Its my own fault which is even more frustrating.

I wish i could just go home and curl up on the couch and be comforted. Im a grown person whose fully moved out, supported completely by myself, but I just want my mom. I wish her and I were close. But neither of us are willing to let down our egos enough to ever talk without fighting. One time my mom told me she likes me better when Im drunk, because Im quiet and sweet. So everytime i go over, I have a drink and pretend it affects me more than it does.

I was a functioning alcoholic for most of my senior year of highschool. I’d drink nearly half a bottle of vodka every night. It hurts to see people compliment how I act when im drunk more than when Im sober. I wish I was a likable person. I dont know why I lash out, why I cant not have the last word, but I also wish i didnt have to fight everyone at any given moment.

I dont know why i fight but I dont know why everyone around me loves to rile me up.

My family has always known I had anger issues, and nothing made them laugh harder than seeing me lose my temper, if i got mad i was laughed at. If i got sad I was laughed at. If i stayed sat at that dining room table and went quiet then i was laughed at. If i excused myself to go to my room or hide in the bathroom, I was laughed at. There was no way to get away from the ridicule besides being an asshole back, and then someone else was always allowed to storm off. No one else was laughed at when they left. The table would go silent until everyone else excused themselves and it was just me.

Theres nothing quite like being left alone while everyone else comforts eachother. Why wasnt I included. Was it my own fault? Was I that repulsive of a kid? A teen? What about me was so fundamentally wrong that I couldnt be included.

I remember being young, maybe 9 at this memory. My brother had said something, I said something back, he stormed off and told my mom. I remember feeling excited when my mom came to my door. I remember thinking maybe it was my turn to be comforted. To be held and rocked the way she would to my brothers. I remember standing there while she screamed at me, hearing my brothers doors squeak open so they could tune in to the show. Being ridiculed for being such a horrible daughter, a horrible sister, just a base level horrible person to be around. How much my brothers would complain to my parents about how much they hated me.

Watching my mother stand there with this blank face as I would stand there, tears welled up in my eyes being told that if it wasnt for being family, I would be unloved.

She would hug me after, let my tears soak into the shoulder of her shirt, and say nothing as Id choke out apologies for being how I was. She’d stand there and hold me, telling me that all I could do was change.

So I tried. I tried so hard. I distanced myself from my family so they wouldnt have to deal with me. I got criticized for hiding away and hating them.

Now that I dont live there its easier. I dont see any of them often and they seem happy. My older brother is also moved out but he was still over there constantly, having dinner with the family most nights. I would tell my mom I would swing by later and come over to an empty house. Id wait for an hour, thinking maybe they were all just out, but they wouldnt be back. Id put away whatever Id brought over and leave, a silent drive back home to throw myself into an empty apartment and sit there. Not even a text to acknowledge whatever Id brought. Who knows if they even noticed.

I know my parents care about me, at least on some level. My dad comes over to help me set up my wifi, he drove me to work during this snow storm. I can see that on a base level he cares. But I hate that ill never know how much. Some people you can just sense it when you meet their parents, how they interact, how their parents look at them so fondly.

I feel embarrassed when my friends meet my family, not because Im embarrassed of my family, but because I know that the way I talk about my family isnt reciprocated. That no matter how many stories of my family I can share to my friends, how fondly I talk about them and their achievements, how every eyelash I wish on is spent wishing for my family to receive only the best, I know that when my friends look at my family and I, they dont see that fond look that their parents give them.

No matter how funny I can be around my friends, it will never translate over with my family. How I get quiet and move to the background around family.

I wish I was something and someone that could be talked about.

I wish I was worth bringing up in conversation when Im not around.

I wish just once in my life I felt like I was worth putting up with.