#she said the new one she kept for 'just in case'

[marvelwitchergilmore]

Hey, Sergeant

Summary: Bucky Barnes x fe!Reader -> Yelena offers you a job, but you want to meet your new boss before you agree.

Disclaimer: Mentions of guns, fighting, swearing. Reader is trained as a Widow, Bucky has a massive crush. Not Proof Read.

He’d had a long day. Between training, meetings, mentoring and dealing with rush-hour traffic in New York; all Bucky wanted to do was get home, cook a decent meal, watch some TV and go to bed. 

But, instead, he was forced to fight. 

He knew something was off the minute he walked inside. There was a new smell. Not the perfume Natasha wore, or even whatever sage stick Wanda was burning. Something that he didn’t recognise. 

But no one was inside. 

There was a cup in the sink, still half filled with coffee. Someone was still drinking it. Leaving his groceries on the kitchen island, he touched the mug. It was still warm. Someone was definitely inside. But they hadn’t come out yet. They were hiding. 

Bucky looked around, reaching for the weapon locked under the kitchen island. “I know you’re still here.”

Bucky listened out. A noise came from the pantry. As he moved over, he made sure he was still covered before opening it up. No one. 

Kate had just left the crackers balancing on one of the baskets, again. 

Slowly, Bucky moved around the room. Making sure to check every hiding spot, he kept his eye out in case someone snuck up on him. 

And they did. 

From round a corner, you and Bucky came face to face. Your eyes, length of your hair, shape of your lips; each part of your face imprinted itself on his mind. If you got away, he’d still remember you. 

“Who are you?”

“What is it to you?”

“You’re in my home.” Bucky told you. 

“I’m here on invite,” you told him before reaching for his gun. 

“What-” Bucky reached for yours. 

You’d both switched positions. Bucky was against the wall. You started moving backwards as he walked forward. 

“Who invited you?”

You smiled, your hand unwavering. “You seem pretty interested. Why don’t you guess?”

Bucky was stunned. Who the hell were you? 

“Guess?”

You nodded. “Isn’t there something on your schedule for today, Sergeant Barnes?”

Bucky just stared at you. “Okay. Quit messing around. Who the fuck are you and why are you in my home?”

Rather than answering, you reached for your gun again. Before you knew it, you and Bucky were against the floor. He was above you. 

He shook his head. “Not Hydra. Too eager. Hacker? Friday never signalled-”

You hit him just hard enough to roll yourself, trapping him under you. “Nice guess, but no.”

“You know, when I said you could meet him first, I didn’t mean like this.”

You both turned and looked at the door where Yelena was standing. “Are you done?”

You looked back at Bucky with a smile before standing up and getting off him, swiping your gun back as you did so. You checked the clip before making sure the safety was on and clipping it back to your side. 

“Yelena, what the hell-” 

“Before you yell, I brought her here.”

“Who is she?” Bucky asked, standing to his full height. 

“She is your new assistant.”

“Assistant?”

Bucky turned and looked at you. You stood at ease. Like everything that had just happened…didn’t. 

“I thought I told you I don’t-”

“Yes, you do. And there’s no point arguing with me, Bucky, because your scheduling is awful. You need help. And since you wouldn’t accept a Shield recruit, I brought Y/n.”

Bucky turned and looked at you. “You’re Red Room?”

You shook your head. “Red Room adjacent.”

Bucky closed his eyes for a split second and shook his head. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I found her and she’s your new assistant. I trust her, Bucky.”

Bucky just looked away from Yelena and back at you, needing more than just one sentence. 

“I was trained like I came from the Red Room. Secret files and footage my aunt got a hold of. Trained me up. Sent me to work. Few years later, Yelena found me thinking I was one of the brainwashed trainees.”

“And you’re, what? A secretary now?”

You chuckled and sat down. “I worked in an office through high school. It’s been a while but,” you looked around Bucky to Yelena and back to him. “It seems like I might be the only viable candidate.”

Bucky glared at Yelena, but she wasn’t accepting any excuse. 

“You need someone, Bucky. And it’s either Y/n or Hill comes down here with a Shield Rookie.”

Bucky sighed. He couldn’t take another Shield Rookie. 

“Monday.”

You smiled up at him. “Great.”

Nearly a year later, it was still the best job you’d ever taken. Well paid – Yelena made sure of that. Lots of work – Shield made sure of that, for both you and Bucky. And just…fun. 

“James Buchanan Barnes!” You stood at the top of the hallway, your arms folded. Your voice was firm but not too mad. “So help me, God, if you don’t get your arse back here I will agree to Sam’s plan to set you up on a dating app.”

You and Joaquin watched as Bucky stopped walking. Despite his back being to both of you, you saw him take a big breath. You smiled and looked at Joaquin. 

He turned around and walked back up the hallway to both of you. “Fine. I’ll do it. But I’m not gonna enjoy it.”

“That’s what you think,” you mumbled loud enough for him to hear. He shot you a glare, but you weren’t so easily withered. 

Joaquin practically bounced on his feet. “Thank you. Seriously, Bucky.”

As he ran off in the other direction, pulling his phone out to make a call, Bucky turned to you. “I hate when you use my full name.”

“But I love your full name,” you smiled. Bucky just grunted and turned down the hall. 

“Thank you,” you called after him, your voice a little softer. He just waved you a hand. 

A week later, you were with Bucky in a tailor's shop. He was, yet again, messing with his collar. 

You tapped his hand away and stood in front of him. “You need to quit it. Everything will be fine.”

“I can’t breathe in this thing.”

“Be glad you’re not in a corset.”

He just gave you a look. 

You looked under the bow tie and fiddled with the buttons until they were undone. Pulling the bow tie from his collar, you looked around and judged different ties before picking one. You helped him tie it around his neck. 

“You should come with me.”

You laughed. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m being serious. Joaquin said I should bring someone. And you’re my assistant. Technically you have to do what I say.”

You just gave a half smirk to Bucky. “What do you think the likelihood will be for me to say yes?���

He chuckled. “I know, but…please?”

You looked at him, his blue gaze locking on yours. His voice was soft. “I’m gonna need someone with me. And, as much as I appreciate people wanting to talk, I don’t think I can take an entire night of small talk. Please?”

A soft smile broke out on your face. “Okay. But only if you stop fidgeting with your collar.”

Bucky nodded. “I think I can do that.”

A week later, Bucky was watching you descend the stairs of the gala making him instantly regret his decision on asking you to be his date. 

You looked…incredible. 

To him, you outshone everyone in the room. A floor length gown that made you look like nothing less than a Greek Goddess. And that smile of yours…

He was weak at the knees. His heart was practically leaping out of his chest and his fingers itched to hold you close to him and never let you go. 

Of course he knew you were beautiful. He didn’t spend practically every day with you and not notice. But that had been in a setting where he could set aside his most inner thoughts. He was your boss, technically. And you were his assistant. And also Yelena’s friend. 

But in front of him at that moment…

His thoughts couldn’t be shut off. Everything seemed heightened. The setting, the idea that you were his date, that dress…

“You’re staring.”

Bucky broke out of his trace for a moment and smiled. “Sorry. Can’t help it. You look stunning.”

You felt your cheeks heat and you looked away from him to gather yourself together. You looked down at the dress. “Thanks.” You looked back at him. “Yelena helped me pick it out.”

Bucky nodded. “She’s got good taste.”

You smiled. “Ready for the wolves?”

He turned a little and held his arm out to you silently. “You might not have let me pick you up, but you’re gonna have to let me be a gentleman at some point.”

You let out a soft chuckle and took his arm. “Okay, Sergeant.”

The entire night was…something else. Something fun and…a memory you’d cherish forever. 

Maybe he hated the fancy galas, but there was no denying Bucky Barnes looked good in a suit and tie. There was also no denying that he was a good dancer and you trusted him entirely. He was also nothing less than a gentleman. 

You even got him to talk to a few people outside of his normal social circle. And each time you did, he just held you a little tighter, practically anchoring you to him. Not that you minded. You didn’t plan on running. 

Maybe finding him a few more people to talk to just to extend the time you spent in his arms, sure. But not running. 

By the time you got back, he dropped you back home. 

“Thank you for coming with me tonight.”

You shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. It was fun.”

Bucky shrugged himself. “You still could have ditched it before. I wouldn’t have blamed you. But I’m glad you came.”

You looked at him and smiled. “So am I.”

Bucky waited until you turned a lamp on inside your home before he got back in his car and drove away, his mind wandering back to you each time the lights turned red. 

[eatanorange]

and if you’d like more evidence, (with the related anti-capitalist rant about corporatization of hospitals aside/deeply ingrained to this specific evidence) look no farther than corporate creating bullshit titles that Mean Nothing so that they can put an entire job description through nine circles of hell and 6 months of approval before they even post the job for people to apply. Under a guise of ‘We’re doing this for you!’

We are Always Understaffed if you’re staff and Never Hiring bc corporate decides who, when, and why to hire

Bc god forbid u hire a secretary to replace the one who retired and left the other one alone when we should have three. No, of course, Mr.Moneyballsack we should have a singular ‘Lab Coordinator’ instead who can maybe help in the office sometimes but is also going to oversee phlebotomy and micro and cytology and blood bank and the OR schedule and needs to be a certified pathologists assistant just in case. Yeah no our 75 y/o secretary who u have in a chokehold kept from quitting bc of her insurance needs really wants that instead of two normal secretaries. She wants you to sacrifice her wellbeing so that you save so much money. You’ll save so much money. You will. If the Cost is not Money it does not Count.

No no of course if they lose the cytotech upstairs (who they are underpaying w a lab assistant rate, bc the job post ‘said’ lab assistant) u should definitely evaluate if they even need the position at all! You should probably just get rid of that position actually. The supervisor enjoys talking to others too much and that keeps her from being Efficient, which deduces our imaginary profit predictions by 4%. Of course, we’d never say that. Instead we always approve PTO, you guys just don’t finish your work. The reasonable amount of work that we give you. Why aren’t you taking PTO? Someone else can learn your medical job how hard is it? Internally of course. We can NOT hire anybody new right now. Training is so hard :(

No definitely. Boss lady. Hand me, then, your part time lab assistant, the entire secretary training packet to “see how much I can learn” in my 4 hours present per day. That’s 76$. And give me deadlines to learn it by so that I do it in a week or two. That’s 760$. Just in case Secretary burns out again and is absent for a couple days! We wouldn’t want our big partner companies to know that we don’t have backup! That was -504$! Terrible Incident that. Before we ‘trained’ you of course. Should her Discrepancy of the Mind happen again and you are Perfect (required) it will only be -276$. See. Profit. From last time. Less loss. Could look at it as +228? To you? Do you want to work Extra Hours? We will give You. Chosen One. 456$ for the same time and job 🤗. 48 dollar profit 🤫 no benefits! You’re a part time worker. That’s what you signed up for.

I don’t even go down to the lab anymore btw. Bc they will Not hire a full time person to put anywhere unless that person signs up for 3 other embedded jobs at the same time and says workflow with a straight face. After the job description is approved of course.

At Hospital. Brought to you by Corporate. where Profit Saves Lives!!!!

We said saves lives. We said nothing of livelihood. You must not be able to read. Therefore we were unable to proceed with your application at this time. If you don’t hear from us in more than 30 days, assume we have moved on to other candidates that are a better fit for our institution.

Hot Take:

There is no labor shortage. There is no shortage of people who want / are able to work and either possess useful knowledge and skills or are willing to learn them.

What there IS a shortage of is business owners that are willing to spend resources on training, safety, benefits, PTO, proper staffing levels, and fair compensation.

[justasadlittledoctor]

I just want to start off by saying that despite being a teenager in the early 2000’s I was NEVER a fan of Jackass or any of the similar shows that were wildly popular at the time. Call me a killjoy, but I just found it very sad that young men felt like they needed to harm and endanger themselves and each other just to be popular. I definitely saw my fair share of Jackass whether I wanted to or not (like I said, it was wildly popular when I was a teenager) and it just never set well with me to see a bunch of young men so desperate to be liked that they would film themselves tasing each other in the face and setting off fireworks into their own genitals and making themselves projectile vomit and sometimes literally making their friends cry in pain and then laughing about it and overall just being… well, jackasses. I thought it was a really poor example for the youth, even when I was a teenager myself.

However, I have to admit that it is exponentially superior to what has seemingly replaced it in the 2020’s, which is young men tormenting and bullying and sometimes straight up abusing their girlfriends with mean “pranks” and posting it on online for everyone to laugh at.

And I don’t even just mean the very obviously abusive ones, like the ones where guys will destroy hundreds of dollars of their girlfriend’s makeup “as a prank” or pop up behind a door with a mask and a chainsaw to scare her “as a prank”. I’m also including this new incredibly stupid trend I keep seeing where guys will ask for a bite of their girlfriend’s food and then “accidentally” eat the whole thing in one bite just to make fun of her for her reaction to it.

My final straw, the thing that inspired me to make this post, was one where a guy went to Starbucks with his girlfriend and she ordered and bought a drink and she kept going on and on about how excited she was for it and how this was her absolute FAVORITE drink in the world, how she had been craving one all week, how she was really looking forward to it, etc. She was honestly just adorably excited for her little Starbucks drink, and then as soon as she got it and they drove away from the Starbucks, her boyfriend asked her for a “sip” so he could “try it” and then of course he just “accidentally” drank the whole thing in one sip.

And then the whole point of the video was just making fun of her for being so upset about it.

Because how dare she be upset that her boyfriend watched her be absolutely ECSTATIC about getting her little drink and then chose to completely ruin her happiness.

Literally saw his partner being so incredibly happy and excited for something, and then ruined it all just for “a prank”.

Please just go back to setting off fireworks into your own balls.

Oh, and in case anyone is going to argue that in the aforementioned videos, the girlfriend might be in on the whole thing and be a willing participant: IT IS STILL A TERRIBLE FUCKING EXAMPLE TO SET FOR YOUNG MEN WHO ARE WATCHING. We should not be teaching them that the way to be liked and popular is by bullying your girlfriend and posting it online for everyone to laugh at her.

[skyward-floored]

Downfall IAU, finally finished up another bit! Comes after this one with Twilight and everyone.

(Also, tagging @ajscico because this is more or less a response to a request you sent, but answering the ask directly would ruin the surprise for people hehe)

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Legend woke up to fingers lightly brushing along his head, smoothing down fur.

He slowly blinked his eyes open, feeling... safe, but rather disoriented on where exactly he was. The touch on his head was soothing, and Legend could tell he wasn’t in any danger, so he enjoyed it while his groggy brain slowly woke up. There was a soft blanket under his paws, bandages peeking out from underneath, and as Legend looked at them, suddenly everything that had happened recently came flooding back, the escape, Sky, Twilight... Mom.

Legend swallowed. Right. And on top of all that other stuff, he was a rabbit. Which was rather unusual.

He looked up at who was petting him, and was relieved to see Twilight with his eyes open, stroking his fur with a calm look on his face. He still looked tired, but it was a better kind, less on the exhausted-bleeding-out-near-death side of things.

“Hey,” Legend said quietly, and Twilight looked down, face brightening.

“Hey,” he replied with a soft smile. His voice was still raspy. “You surprised me when I woke up. Haven’t seen you like this in a while.”

“Yeah, well you needed it,” Legend grumbled, but there was no real bite to the words. “You... feeling okay?”

“I’m alright,” Twilight sighed. He looked drained. “Hyrule helped, a lot.”

Legend glanced at the sleeping healer, and then back at his brother, ignoring the guilt still sloshing around inside of him. “That’s good.”

Twilight smiled and kept petting him, a tired sort of silence falling over the two. Legend stayed resting on his chest for a while longer, enjoying the comfort and warmth, but finally he sighed, and sat up. Time to get down to business.

Twilight pulled his hand back, and Legend shifted back into his Hylian form, settling himself on the side of Twilight’s bed.

“You’ve got questions,” Twilight guessed, and Legend nodded.

“I do. Assuming you’re up to them,” he said, and Twilight nodded back. “Good. In that case, how on earth did you get away? You said they tried to arrest you.”

“Believe me, they did,” Twilight answered. “Rather insistently. But I had some help,” he added with a faint smile. “...a lot of help.”

He began explaining, and Legend listened, only asking a few questions. Twilight told him how he’d been woken up and nearly been arrested right then and there, but he’d made a break for it, and been helped by a super and his charge who’d been in the area. The girl had disabled the locator and shocking mechanism in his band, but what really surprised Legend was her name.

“Really? You got saved by Senator Bosphoramus’s daughter?” he asked incredulously, and Twilight shrugged.

“Still can’t really believe it myself. And I’m not totally sure why she did it. But... she seems like a good kid. Her and her bodyguard.”

Legend hummed. “There were rumors she was doing more than just being vocally sympathetic...” he mused. “Huh. That’s some good news at least. We should let Sun and Sky know.”

“Yeah. I only hope they didn’t get caught,” Twilight said worriedly, wincing as he shifted a little. “They had a plan, but...”

“We’ll keep an ear out,” Legend said, making a mental note. “What happened next?”

“I only half remember, but I made it out of there, and to the park,” Twilight explained. “I rested there for a while while I tried to figure out what I was going to do next, and then... Warriors made contact with me.”

“He what?” Legend spat. The fear and anger from earlier roared back to life in his chest, and he nearly jumped to his feet. Their traitor of an uncle had nearly gotten Twilight too? Hadn’t he done enough harm?

“No... Ledge listen,” Twilight murmured, sitting up a bit more. He took a deep breath as he got settled again, then looked right at Legend. “He helped me. He said he wished he could do more, but he gave me food, and a warning. He didn’t report me.”

“How do you know he didn’t?” Legend scoffed back.

“I have a feeling,” Twilight said quietly, looking up at the ceiling as a he spoke. “He was a wreck when I heard him, Legend. He didn’t want to do this. And why would he have given me advice to help avoid capture if he was just going to call me in?”

“A trick to get you to trust him,” Legend replied flatly, and Twilight closed his eyes.

“Well, believe what you want. But he helped, and I’m grateful.”

“He was the one who came to the house, Twilight,” Legend said, voice shaking with anger. “He fought Mom, he was the one who stopped her from escaping with us, he helped arrest her.”

Twilight swallowed. “I don’t think he had a choice, Legend,” he said quietly. Legend scoffed.

“There’s always a choice.”

Twilight stayed silent, his eyes still closed, and Legend looked away. Silence fell between them for a minute.

It felt like an eternity.

“Was Mom hurt?” Twilight asked finally, voice unusually small.

“Nothing looked serious when we were separated,” Legend replied just as quietly.

He chanced a small look at Twilight, and saw his brother swallow. “Do you think she’s—”

“Don’t. Just... just don’t.”

Silence again.

Twilight didn’t move, and Legend looked at his lap, easing his hands open when he realized they were clenched into fists. His fingernails had left reddish crescents on his palms.

“...So is that it then? After the park and all, you just made your way here next?” Legend finally asked, and Twilight shook his head as he reopened his eyes. The subject change was welcome.

“No, there’s more. I actually got caught again,” he admitted quietly, making Legend’s heart skip a beat. Twilight looked at his heavily bandaged shoulder. “That’s where most of this came from. I got cornered, couldn’t get away in time.”

“How’d you get out of that?” Legend asked in alarm. Twilight hummed.

“It’s... a strange story. Stranger than the first part. Um, you remember Midna Twili? Tall, orange hair, all that?” Legend nodded, eyebrow raised. “Well, she was around and she... well, she helped me.”

“Her? Isn’t she just some obnoxious rich guy’s kid?” Legend asked, and Twilight winced.

“I wouldn’t say that too loud if I were you.”

“Uh, why? Afraid she’ll hear me?” Legend asked with a snort, and Twilight sighed as his shadow suddenly rippled.

“...Yeah, actually.”

(...)

Hyrule woke up to Legend shrieking, and he bolted upright, almost falling over when the blood rushed to his head.

He clutched at it, trying to fight past the familiar wooziness from using his powers so much at once to figure out why Legend had yelled. Something must be wrong, and his heartbeat began to pick up. Were they being attacked? Had they been found out? Had Twilight taken a turn for the worse?

Hyrule blinked until his vision was behaving enough for him to see more than just blurry shapes, and he stared at the scene in bewilderment.

Twilight was half sitting up in bed, a hand stretched towards where Legend had fallen to the floor. Legend was half invisible with his eyes huge, and though he’d stopped yelling, he looked extremely tense, an incredulous look on his face. What really startled Hyrule though, was the tall girl standing beside Twilight’s bed currently laughing her head off.

“Ooh, you should have seen your face!” she cackled, orange hair hanging in her face. “Man! Jumpy as a rabbit, he went like a foot in the air!”

“Quiet down! You’re going to wake up— never mind,” Twilight sighed, and smiled awkwardly at Hyrule as the girl kept laughing. “Hi Hyrule. Sorry. Uh, Hyrule, Legend, this is... Midna.”

Legend looked furious as he scrambled to his feet. “Twilight what the actual—”

“No need to be so surprised, bunny boy,” Midna drawled, smiling at Legend with a sharp grin. “Your brother is very useful when he wants to be.”

She turned and looked at Hyrule, and he froze, her oddly-colored gaze taking him in.

“You’re that healer everyone’s been yelling about escaping, aren’t you? That was impressive, by the way. How’d you manage?” she asked casually, and Hyrule swallowed, shoulders hunching up as his eyes flicked towards the door. How did she know that? Was she after him? Should he make a break for it?

“Midna, he just woke up,” Twilight said pointedly, and she rolled her eyes.

“It was just a question.”

“Why was there a girl in your shadow?!” Legend yelled, fully visible again and pointing accusingly at Midna.

“She helped me escape, remember?” Twilight said, and Legend spluttered. “I wouldn’t have gotten here without her help, Legend, she’s okay.”

“It’s true, I am,” Midna added with another sharp grin, and Legend looked like he might blow up. Despite his lingering dizziness, Hyrule very seriously considered leaving the room before a fight broke out.

Before he could though, the door opened, and Sun came in with a frown on her face.

“What is all the yelling about in here? Are you all okay?” she asked, and then her eyes landed on Midna. Her expression immediately turned suspicious, and Hyrule saw her stance shift into a ready one. “And who is this?”

“This is Midna,” Twilight explained wearily. “She helped me escape. And... I kind of owe her now.”

“How did she get in here?” Sun asked, and Midna smirked.

“Hitched a ride on your wolf. He didn’t say anything, I assumed it was fine.”

“Yeah because he was bleeding out,” Legend snapped, and Sun waved a hand to quiet him.

She stepped forward and looked at Midna intently, Midna staring back at least as hard. They sized each other up, and Hyrule thought about leaving again, but then Sun crossed her arms.

“This is a safe house, Midna. You can stay or leave here if you wish, but we need to know if we can trust you to keep quiet,” Sun said seriously, and Midna bared her teeth.

“I have no love for those idiots in the superhero “success” department,” she growled. “They’ve taken plenty from me even without knowing it. Your little bunker is safe.”

Sun looked at her a moment longer, then nodded, expression softening.

“Thank you,” she said gratefully, taking Midna’s hand and giving it a shake. “Glad to have you here, Midna. Now would you like something to eat? I’m sure you all are hungry, you especially Twilight.”

Twilight perked up, and he nodded as Midna shrugged. “Yes please.”

Hyrule’s stomach growled at the mention of food, and everyone turned to look at him, almost like they’d forgotten he was there. He fought the urge to shrink away into his blankets, and made sure not to meet anyone’s eyes.

“Hey Hyrule,” Sun said, joining his side with a tired smile. “And how are you feeling?”

“Okay. I could definitely eat,” he admitted awkwardly, and Sun nodded.

“Well then I’ll see what we’ve got. You all missed dinner, but we have leftovers. Midna? Will you help me carry everything?”

Midna blinked, looking surprised at being singled out, then shrugged.

“...Whatever. Not doing anything else.”

Sun gestured her out, and they left, leaving Hyrule alone with Legend and Twilight again. The moment they were out of the room, Legend promptly smacked Twilight on his good shoulder, and Twilight frowned at him.

“What?”

“You can’t just invite random people in here!” Legend snapped, though Hyrule could see the worry in his eyes. “What if she’s a spy or something?! You’re putting us all in danger!”

“Legend, good grief, she saved me,” Twilight snapped back in a tired voice. “I would have either been caught or bled out somewhere if it weren’t for her, can you just try trusting her? She needs our help too, she won’t turn us in.”

“Fine. Okay,” Legend muttered, the fight going out of him as he rubbed tiredly at his face. “Okay.”

Twilight set his hand on his arm, giving it a light squeeze, and Legend sighed. He looked exhausted still, him and Twilight, and Hyrule briefly wondered if his healing would help that at all. Even the thought made him feel more tired though, so he set it aside for now.

Unless Legend really wanted him to. Then he’d do it anyway.

Legend finally raised his head after a minute, and looked at Hyrule, eyes flickering across his face. What looked like guilt suddenly shone in them, and Hyrule tilted his head, confused. What was going on?

Twilight nudged him, and Legend ran a hand through his hair, then moved to sit next to Hyrule’s bed. Hyrule saw Twilight smile, then casually turn away from them and pick up a book that was on the bedside table.

“Glad you’re awake,” Legend said quietly, and Hyrule tried a smile.

“Thanks. I haven’t healed like that in a while,” he replied, looking at his hands. His fingertips were trembling a little, and he set his hands in his lap. “I’m glad Twilight is okay.”

Legend swallowed. “Me too.”

He ran a hand through his hair again, and Hyrule saw his eyes fall to his lap.

Twilight flipped a page.

“Hyrule, I’m... sorry. For earlier, with Twilight’s healing, I wasn’t trying to... remind you of... stuff,” Legend apologized weakly, terribly awkward-sounding. “I... being worried is no excuse.”

“Oh. It’s okay,” Hyrule shrugged, not really having expected an apology. “Um, it wasn’t great, I mean, but it’s fine now. You weren’t trying to do anything.”

“But I did,” Legend murmured. “Fine way to thank you for saving my brother’s life.”

“Thanks for that by the way!” Twilight called over from where he was obviously listening in, and Hyrule couldn’t help his smile.

“Yeah. I’m... really grateful for that too,” Legend said. “Thank you Hyrule. And I’m sorry.”

Hyrule hesitated, not sure how to accept the apology. He didn’t really... get those, usually. Ever. He could count on one hand apologies he remembered. What exactly you were supposed to do? Just thank him maybe? He really didn’t really know Legend all that well. He seemed sincere though. Nobody could fake that level of awkward.

Hyrule suddenly thought of what Sky liked to do when he was being affectionate, and gave Legend an awkward little pat on the shoulder.

“It’s okay. And you’re welcome,” he said, and a flicker of something crossed Legend’s face. It was gone as soon as it had appeared though, and Legend awkwardly cleared his throat.

“If you’re sure.”

Hyrule nodded. “Yeah, I mean an apology is more than I’ve ever gotten for something like this. It’s fine.”

Legend blinked like he wasn’t quite sure how to take that, but then Twilight stopped pretending not to listen and tossed his book aside.

“I need to pee,” he announced, and Legend gave him a flat look. “Sorry. Look it was say it now or wait until Sun and Midna come back, and I want to eat as soon as they do. Give me a hand up?”

“Fine, fine,” Legend grumbled, and gave Hyrule a little nudge before standing and going to his brother’s side. Hyrule appreciated the exit from the awkward conversation, personally. “We’ll be right back.”

Hyrule nodded, and leaned back down on his pillow as Legend helped Twilight to his feet, Twilight not-quite succeeding in hiding a grimace as he stood. They slowly left to the bathroom, and Hyrule let out a tired sigh. He really was hungry, and knew he should stay awake to eat, but he was tired. Sleeping sounded very tempting.

...What if Twilight needs more help though? What if that Midna lady comes back and is a threat? What if you’re asleep and something happens? What if...

Hyrule sighed again, harshly rubbing his hand across his forehead. He needed to calm down, he was safe. Even if his body was still tense from earlier, and part of him still expected someone to strike him.

Mipha would tell him to take a deep breath and sleep, and she would wake him if there was anything wrong. Sky or Sun would probably tell him the same. And while Hyrule hadn’t actually been around Legend all that much, he thought he’d probably do the same. Even though he had snapped at him.

The tiredness pressed on his eyelids, and Hyrule reluctantly indulged it by closing his eyes. Maybe he’d just... doze for a bit. Just until Sun came back with the food. Close his eyes for a few minutes. He didn’t have to actually sleep.

Hyrule nestled back under his blanket, and was fast asleep even before Twilight and Legend came back.

[lieutenantlashfaz]

To be loved is to be changed

18 years of love

[xxplastic-cubexx]

reading Krakoa era out of order bc reading lists online make it confusing and my local library only has so many books

just as god intended right on my friend you're doing everything right and don't let anyone tell you otherwise

[daisywords]

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[izzy-b-hands]

today should be a t break day

bc I'll need it to be more effective in the coming days if we see family, and then I'll have the survey shifts

but since late last night i keep randomly nearly breaking into tears and thinking abt the stupidest shit that needs to stay in the box in my brain

so idk. maybe it will be. it is thus far. but I'm not leaving my room without a container of some edible or another in my pocket either

[queer-reader-07]

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[miniimight]

3AM sukuna underestimated just how much sleep he'd lose after having a kid (dad!sukuna x fem!reader)

the soft pitter patter of your baby's feet was enough to alert his senses. he didn't move—didn't even open his eyes—but his ears were tuned to the sound of your daughter's heavy breathing and the occasional babble.

he could hear her fiddle with the drawer handles, a soft rumble causing her to hum as she pulled the drawer out. a thud meant she bumped into it as she drew closer, messing around with the paper and cords inside.

he peeked one eye open. you were fast asleep beside him, and he was inclined to keep it that way. he didn't like to see his woman exhausted and seconds away from falling flat on her face because his little girl was, apparently, nocturnal.

"mama." she huffed as she finally turned her attention to the bed, fussing as she attempted to climb up.

he sighed. that was his cue.

he groaned as he rolled over, peering over your resting body at his daughter. she paused for a second, staring up at him with those shiny eyes that reminded him so much of you.

he raised an eyebrow.

she ignored his judgement and bounced in place, stretching her arms out to be picked up. "mama."

"mama's sleeping." he grumbled.

oh. oh, no. she didn't like that. she pouted, eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be anger. her fingers curled into tiny fists and sukuna's lips twitched upwards in amusement. how adorable.

"mama." she said more adamantly.

he glared right back. "if you're coming back up here, you're gonna go to sleep."

whether she understood or not, she kept fussing to be picked up. he rolled his eyes and scooped her into his arms, rolling onto his back. baby was on his chest, leaning up so that she was sitting upright.

sukuna held onto her back, in case she toppled over and fell over like the bobblehead she was. "lie down."

"no." she chirped, looking out the window at the moon against the midnight blue.

"sleep."

"no."

he scrunched up his face. his life was much easier before she learned that word.

growing bored of the night sky, your baby rolled off sukuna's chest, scooting her way through the mess of sheets over to you. she glanced back at him as if to see if he was watching.

he gave her a look, observing her carefully. "don't you wake her up," he warned, propping his head up by his elbow.

her round eyes showed no trace of acknowledgment before she turned back to face you. there was a pause before her hand lifted in the air.

"okay." he sighed, catching the tiny hand in his before she slapped you awake. "come on."

she whined, writhing in his grip as he pulled her off the bed by the leg, dangling her in front of his face. "you really are little menace, aren't you?" he scoffed, flipping her over and holding her just like you taught him to.

she just babbled as her finger pulled at her mouth, the other hand resting on his shoulder.

he dragged his feet out the bedroom, into the kitchen. "what is it that you want, hm?" he rifled through the cupboards and pantry tiredly. "want a cookie?"

she squealed happily and pat his shoulder, a good enough answer for him to pull the package out. he dropped onto the couch, handing her one.

she nibbled on it, the chocolate staining her hands and mouth. he watched her fondly. to think he'd have a child of his own still confused him to this day. for all his wrongs, he must have done something right.

"wan' one?" she slurred, holding up the half-spit cookie to him.

"...no." he said plainly, though he did pick up a new cookie and took a bite out of it. might as well, he thought.

his eyes drooped until he felt his cookie being snatched out of his hand, replaced by the spitty cookie with most of its icing dug off.

"daddy take that one." she giggled, feasting upon her new cookie.

sukuna... what could he do? he ate that thing.

when you woke up the morning after, you just shook your head at the sight—your daughter resting on your husband's chest, cookie crumbs and chocolate smears all over the both of them. fast asleep. sugar coma.

you saved that picture for later <3

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[deathbxnny]

Arcane women accidentally confessing to you. | Sevika, Jinx, Caitlyn, Vi x Gn!Reader

This is very self-indulgent, so enjoy.<3

Content: pre-season 2 because I want to be happy rn, slight angst if you squint, fluff, accidental confessions, maybe ooc??, cursing, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

She was resting at the last drop with you during some downtime in between missions. One hand lingered on your hip whilst her metallic one held onto her cigar, eyes focused on the pocker game she was playing with a couple of Silco's other henchmen. She always kept you close this way, a clear sign of who you belonged to despite never having said a word about it yet. It was a mutual understanding only you could have, and so she didn't think a confession was necessary.

Until today, it seemed.

You were secretly helping her cheat a little and eventually told her the winning move, which earned her a large sum of money. Letting out a smug laugh at everyone's angered and defeated glares, she gave you a lazy grin. "Thanks, sweetheart. This is why I love you." She hummed to you, smoke exhaling from her dark lips, before she froze ever so slightly. Well, it shouldn't be that much of a surprise to either of you, and yet she couldn't help but chuckle at your own stunned face.

Looking at the men around her, she threw some poker chips towards them, clearly asking for another round. She wasn't the type to get flustered or shy anyways, so her moving on like nothing happened was on brand.

The only acknowledgment you got, however, was the hand on your hip tightening.

》JINX

She has a hard time hiding her feelings for you due to her rather energetic and extremely clingy nature. But there is still a clear distance between you two that she's too scared to cross. It was a deep fear of ruining everything she had with you in case her confession went wrong. She'd rather you consider her your best friend for life if it meant for you to stay at her side. She didn't want to lose more people after all. And yet, as fate has it, she eventually lost herself in a good and happy moment with you.

You were tinkering on some projects in her hideout whilst listening to music. Her head was leaning against your shoulder as her eyes traced your focused gaze. Jinx felt so content and at peace in that moment that she couldn't stop the words that spilled out of her mouth. "I love you." It took her a second to realise what happened, and her body was quick to flinch away from you. You kept her in place, however, with a free hand placed against her head. "Hey, it's okay. I love you too. I'm not leaving." You reassured her quickly with a smile, one that made her heart skip a beat.

She may not see herself as deserving of you, but she's glad to have you at her side anyway. Hopefully forever.

》CAITLYN

Caitlyn was good at hiding her emotions from you. In fact, she had refused to tell you in fear of breaking the professionalism you two had and, most importantly, your friendship that she cherished deeply. And so, she was very careful not to reveal a single thing... until her confidence betrayed her and caused her to slip up.

You two were reviewing a new case together, and whilst she wasn't paying attention, she accidentally slid you her diary over. It unfortunately looked too similar to her work notebook, something she only realised the moment you opened it and froze in surprise. She may have scribbled your name all over it. She may have childishly drawn hearts around your name. She may have made it awfully clear that she loved you. And it made her wonder if there was a god out there that hated her deeply.

"... My apologies. Please ignore that-" "-Haha, I'm so relieved that I'm not the only one who did this!" You let out a soft laugh before pulling out your notebook and showing her similar pages to her own, just with her name written all over them. Her face was flushed from how flustered and embarrassed she was, but alas, she too couldn't help and chuckle at how silly this all was. At least you felt the same.

》VI

It's not like she didn't want to confess her feelings to you. She just didn't know how! Her confession should sweep you right off your feet in her mind, and yet nothing she came up with seemed good enough. Vi hoped that her flirting would get the point across, but she lacked the confidence to go any further than compliments. She just didn't want you to think differently of her and therefore kept her distance for the most part regarding the subject. That is if she could keep it in for lobger than she already has. She always felt so strongly about others, after all.

So, during a little hang out session in a bar somewhere in Zaun, she attempted to find the courage to tell you how she felt. Whilst she went off to go and get you a drink first, however, a drunken man showed up at your side and started flirting you in a rather uncomfortable way. You tried making it clear that you weren't interested, but as he went to grab your arm, a hand slammed in between you two onto the bar table. "Hey, I think they told you no, asshole." "Who the hell are you?" The man barked back, yet Vi didn't back down and simply blocked you from his view with her body. "I'm their girlfriend, now fuck off." She hissed, and the man just rolled his eyes before walking off grumbling.

Silence filled the space in between you two until you chuckled softly. "Girlfriend, huh? I like the sound of that." You hummed, secretly trying to ease her embarrassed mind, that quickly recovered at your words with a sly grin. "You do?" You mirrored her smile with a nod. "Very much so. I'm glad we think alike."

[soapysoapysoapysoapy]

The op was over, but the smell of it still clung to you.

Your gear was soaked—your sleeves caked in dried blood that wasn’t yours, your hands still trembling faintly from the comedown. You sat on the edge of a metal arms case near the edge of the helipad, smoking like it was the only thing anchoring you to the earth.

Eyes glassy. Distant. A battlefield still raging in your head.

Price spotted you first. He sighed quietly to himself, nudged Gaz, and said, “Come on. Introductions.”

Trailing behind them were two new faces: Soap and Ghost. Fresh blood for 141. And when they spotted you—smeared in gore, eyes hollowed by adrenaline, completely silent—they both hesitated.

Ghost muttered under his breath, “You sure she’s alive?” “I’m not sure she wants to be,” Gaz said, looking back at him.

Price just kept walking. “Don’t mind her. Sometimes she comes back like this after a brutal op. Give her a few hours and a bottle of whisky, she’ll be fine.”

Soap blinked. He wasn’t sure if he should salute you or back away slowly.

“She always like that?” he asked, still watching as you exhaled smoke without looking at any of them.

“Only when it’s been ugly,” Gaz said, crossing his arms. “Which, clearly, it was.”

Price gestured toward you, sighing like he already regretted what was about to happen. “You lot, meet our finest. Most efficient. Least emotionally stable member of the team.”

They chuckled, but you didn’t move. Just sat there, expression unreadable, brows slightly furrowed like you were calculating how long it would take for them to leave.

Ghost offered a nod. Soap gave a cautious, “Alright there, lass?”

Nothing. Just a long, eerie stare.

And then—just as they turned to go—you lifted one hand, lazily flicked the cigarette, and pointed directly at Johnny.

“This one’s cute,” you said, voice gravelly, completely deadpan. “I call him.”

They all stopped.

Gaz choked. Ghost blinked. Price groaned.

“Oh hell,” he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Please don’t do this. Not again. Not after what you did to the last guy.”

Soap turned to Price, wide-eyed. “What happened to the last guy?” You just took another drag of your cigarette, gaze never leaving Soap.

Price exhaled. “They got cocky. She ate him alive.”

Soap, without missing a beat: “...Like, literally?”

You finally smirked. Just the tiniest twitch of your mouth.

Soap felt something spark deep in his soul—and his pants. Fear. Intrigue. Horny confusion.

“Well,” he said, clearing his throat, trying (and failing) to sound unfazed. “I’ve been through worse.”

Gaz leaned in. “Mate. Don’t say that. She’ll take it as a challenge.”

And from your perch on the arms case, blood-streaked and quiet and terrifyingly calm, you whispered just loud enough for Soap to hear:

“I hope so.”

[tedmustache]

In sync

Pairing: Jack Abbott x Wife!Reader

Warnings: none

Summary: Two doctors work in perfect sync, sparking curiosity among new interns. After shift, subtle truths begin to surface.

Requests are open | Main Masterlist

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The Pitt was humming with life, chaos, and fluorescent light. It was one of those shifts where no one had time to breathe, much less eat, yet somehow, Dr. Jack Abbot and Dr. Y/N L/N never missed a step.

It wasn’t flashy. It was like muscle memory, the way they moved together. Jack would glance at a monitor, and Y/N would already be adjusting a vent setting. She’d murmur a stat order under her breath, and he’d be handing over the form before she finished.

“Jesus,” Whitaker muttered as he watched them intubate a patient in tandem. “It’s like they’re… psychically linked.”

“Or they have earpieces we can’t see,” Javadi whispered, eyes darting back and forth between the two attendings.

“They don’t even look at each other,” Dr. Santos added. “It’s eerie. What are they? Married or something?”

“Old,” came a voice from behind them. Dr. Robby strolled by with a chart tucked under his arm and a half-grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Old and terrifying. You’ll get there in ten years.”

The newbies blinked. Still, none of the new hires knew the real kicker.

Because no one told them.

The nurses, the residents, even the cafeteria staff. They all kept the secret locked tight behind knowing smirks and barely-contained laughter. It was tradition.

And tonight, the setup was perfect.

The shift ended just past 8:00 p.m. The team trickled out to the park across from the hospital. An unofficial post-shift ritual. Six-packs were cracked open, greasy takeout was distributed, and bodies collapsed onto benches and grass with groans of exhaustion.

Jack sat down on the bench beneath the park’s old oak tree. Y/N followed a moment later, plopping down beside him and handing him a cold beer without a word. He took it, nodded once in thanks, and rested his hand casually behind her on the bench’s backrest.

The newbies were huddled together with their drinks, watching the two of them closely.

“She just… handed him a beer. Didn’t even ask.”

“He just leaned closer. Did he smile?”

“Is this… are they…?”

And then, it happened.

Y/N, hair frizzed from the day, leaned her head gently onto Jack’s shoulder. He didn’t flinch or look surprised. He just shifted slightly so she’d be more comfortable, gave her a kiss at the cheek, and took a slow sip of his beer.

Javadi gasped audibly.

Robby was right there. He stood up with theatrical slowness and clinked his bottle against Jack’s with a smirk. “About time. PDA on the first date, huh?”

Jack rolled his eyes, and Y/N chuckled, nudging him with her shoulder.

“Wait, wait, what?” Whitaker sputtered, beer halfway to his mouth. “Are they together?!”

Dr. Santos, three bites into her falafel wrap, didn’t even look up. “Called it”

"We are married" Y/N said with a chuckle

“What?!”

Jack reached into his scrub top and pulled out a thin chain. On it, a modest gold band. Y/N mirrored him, revealing the matching ring around her neck.

The interns looked like they’d just been hit by a trauma case themselves.

“Four and a half years,” Y/N said with a shrug, sipping her beer.

“You knew?” Mel asked Langdon, stunned.

Langdon snorted. “Of course I knew. Everyone knows.”

“Everyone?” Javadi asked, eyes darting around.

A chorus of nods followed

Matteo added “We like to see who figures it out. It’s the only entertainment we get some nights.”

The newbies just sat there, stunned.

Jack and Y/N? Married? The most professional, zero-nonsense duo in the hospital?

Robby smirked at their dumbfounded faces and muttered to Jack, “Still can’t believe she said yes to you, man.”

Jack didn’t respond. He just leaned a little closer to Y/N, who was now resting comfortably against his shoulder, completely at ease.

And in that moment, everything felt exactly where it was supposed to be.

[ilylovelyz]

⍣ ೋ Rom-Com Gone Wrong

˚ · . bakugou katsuki x afab!reader

: ̗̀➛ takes place during their third year, mentions of injuries and blood, forced intake of aphrodisiac, unestablished relationship, mutual pining, love confession, both characters are 18, protected sex, implied unprotected sex, virgnity loss, misunderstandings, a bit angsty, bakugou is lowky ooc and gentle, this is really long

following a rough battle with a rather inconvenient villian and his quirk, y/n finds herself induced with aphrodisiac against her will. she wins the encounter, only to be told if she doesn't relieve her sexual desires within 24 hours with another individual she will die.

"i'll be the one to do it," mineta says, trying to sound nonchalant about the situation, flipping his non-existent hair off to the side if his shoulder. the girls, in unison, disagree verbally, knowing of his creepy tendencies.

"can't she just do it with a girl?" tsuyuri thinks aloud, attempting to find an easy way for you to feel more comfortable with the situation. "if that's the case, then i'll do it!" ashido declares, raising her hand in the air.

this has been the subject of conversation for the past hour or so. yes, your classmates and even teachers are conversing on what to do about your current state, on who will be the one to sleep with you. it's almost heartwarming, to know that your classmates care so much about you that they'd be willing to sleep with you if it means you'll live.

which is exactly what it means. exactly nine hours ago, you had a confrontation with a well-wanted villian. you knew of the risks, you knew of his horrendous and taboo quirk. you knew that he used his quirk to take advantage of women who were defenseless and practically leaving them for dead within 24 hours of interaction.

quirks like these were rare, none of your classmates nor teachers had any experience with this type of thing. originally, the teachers were going to discuss of this situation privately, but after almost three hours had gone by with no real possible solutions, they had decided to involve your dearest classmates to come up with something, anything to help save your life.

"no, according to the villian and the tiny information we were able to get out of him, it has to be done with a male." midnight had said, rubbing at her temple to ease her stress. your female classmates groaned with frustration, side-eyeing mineta with disgust.

"t-then i'll do it!" a new contender had volunteered. "y-you? y/n needs a real man, denki—," jirou had said, trying to play of her nervousness with a chuckle. "i agree." momo said sternly.

"no offense but.. how about the boys leave this discussion to the boys." she added on, having distrust in the intentions of her male classmates. "i know you boys just want to do what you can to help her, but we also have to think about how this will affect her mentally."

the topic carried on with the girls, occasionally one of the boys attempted to give a idea, but were almost immediately shot down due to it's risk.

admist to all the tension and debate, there was one who was uncharacteristically quiet. bakugou katsuki.

all of the boys were huddled into a circle, behind the girls, listening into their plan. however, it was bakugou who stuck out like a sore thumb. he kept his hands in his pockets, a rather stoic expression written onto his face as he stared up to the ceiling.

"i'll do it! you guys just gotta trust me!" mineta yelled once more, his body jolting with fear when he was met with clear resistance from the girls.

everyone was too wrapped up in figuring out a game-plan to even notice that bakugou had taken his leave, muttering a scoff at his classmates's immaturity and perversion.

he made his way to the dorms, his hand rubbing at the tense skin of his nape. bakugou stopped in his tracks, seemingly he wasn't the only one who had the same idea. his hands returned to their place in his pockets, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of his classmate, todoroki shouto, standing a few feet away from your dorm room.

"what are you doing here?" bakugou asked, resting his body weight on his right leg. todoroki looked back at bakugou calmly, observing the blonde's stiff movements. "i want to help y/n-san." todoroki stated, glancing back at the door of your room.

bakugou scoffed at his answer, rolling his eyes to the back of his head. "yeah right—you?" he hissed, coming up to todoroki and shoving him away from your door. "don't make me laugh. i'll be the one to do it."

todoroki stayed in place for a moment, blinking at bakugou's aggression and determination. he glanced once more at your door, and then back to bakugou before sighing with defeat and turning around to head god knows where.

bakugou scoffed once more, not taking his eyes off todoroki until he was well out of his sight. bakugou turned around, his red eyes staring intently at your door. he chewed on the walls of his mouth, wondering how to go about the situation.

as brash as he may be—he's not an idiot. he knows that if you don't end up getting any help within a few mere hours, you'll die. and thats not what he wants. to stand and watch while his dumb classmates argue over who will be the one to have the honor of having sex with you is something he won't abide with.

ೄྀ࿐

a soft moan escaped your lips at the feel of your fingers caressing against your sensitive folds. a drop of sweat ran down your flushed face, running down to your collarbone and dampening the sheer tank you were wearing.

there was a knot in your abdomen, a very tight knot, that has been yet to be undone. normally, when you had this kind of urge, you'd be able to satisfy it yourself. but it's been nearly eight hours since you'be been drugged, and the effects only get more and more intense with every passing minute.

you're tired. your body is coated in a thick layer of sweat, the room smells grossly of your own scent, and it's been eight hours—yet no release. tears sting at your waterline, your hand coming up to cover your pathetic whines and cries as your fingers scissor their way into your cunt, trying to find relief to your frustration.

you gasp with pleasure when your finger nails press ever so slightly against that one spot, hazy eyes going wide when you finally find it. your back arches off the bed, toes curling when you can barely press your fingerpads against that sweet spot, but nonetheless it's something.

your body jolts when you hear a light knock at your door, hands flying to grab onto your blanket to hide your half-naked body. you sat frozen on your bed, eyes watching the door.

a couple of moments later, once again the visitor knocked, snapping you out of your haze. you rushed to find any pajamas or clothes to wear, eventually settling on a pair of grey pajama shorts. the visitor knocks again once more, earning a groan from you. "g-give me a second!" you hiss loudly, dusting off your body and finally walking up to your door.

with a deep inhale, you open up your door a few inches, hiding your sweat-ridden body behind the large frame and peeking out your head to see the visitor.

your heart drops into your stomach at the sight of the familar blonde, his red eyes lidded low at you. "b-bakugou?" you stutter out, your cheeks blushing intensely when you feel your core throb at just the sight of him. "what... are you doing here?" you say, swallowing down the fat lump in your throat.

bakugou stares at you, his facial expressions uncharacteristically calm and unreadable. "..isn't it obvious?" he says nonchalantly, taking a step towards the door. his low tone heats up your body, making you impossibly warmer with embarrassment to top it off with your seemingly insatiable desire.

still, you don't move from the door, and if anything, push it forward so only a few centimeters remain between the frame and the door itself. your forehead rests against the wood, contemplating your options.

bakugou katsuki has come to your door to do the obvious with you. for many others, this would be a dream come true—and it almost is, for you, almost. tears cloud your vision once more at the thoughts that run throughout your head, he's only here because you'll die.

"let me in y/n,—", "no, i don't want you here." you interrupt, still hiding behind the door. bakugou's eyes widen slightly at your refrusal, not expecting you to shut him down given the situation.

to you, it's almost insulting—bakugou katsuki is here to have sex with you, to save you. your crush of many years, is here to have sex with you, but only because he feels the need to save you, not because he wants to.

bakugou sighs silently, he knows its a sensitive matter, that you're practically forced to have sex with someome that you possibly don't like just to live. his fists tighten up into a ball, his eyebrows furrowing at your stubbornness. but he won't have you die, he won't knowing he could help you.

"y/n. open the door or i'm going to break it down myself." he says sternly, his voice raising slightly. it sends shivers down your spine, but still you hold your ground. alas, you find it within yourself to close the door, only for it to be held open by bakugou who most definitely overpowers you when it comes to strength. with a grunt, your already weak arms give in, quickly dropping back to the floor as the door slams against the wall now that bakugou has won the short game of tug-o-war.

bakugou makes his way into your room, not even caring to check if the door handle has made a new hole in the wall. his mouth opens, ready to say something, only to purse into a straight line when he sees the tears flowing down your cheeks.

"i don't want you here." you mumble out, attempting to hide your tears by wiping them away as quick as they came.

with a grunt, bakugou is pulling you up to your feet, his hands gripping onto your shoulders while his lips smash against yours. the kiss is rough, almost uncomfortably stiff. and yet, you almost let out a moan of satisfaction just by him giving the worst kiss ever. he pulls away a moment later, his hands keeping you in place.

not like you'd be able to walk away even if you wanted, your gaze was fixated on his soft features, eyeing those lips of his. this time, it's bakugou whose walking away—and it's you who is running after him.

with haste, you push yourself forward to the blonde, your hand wrapping around his wrist and pulling him back to you. bakugou breathes out a grunt when your lips collide with his once more, desperate and clumsy, more teeth than tongue. you can't help but grab into bakugou's broad shoulders before finding better purchase by wrapping them around his neck, feet on all toes in order to reach his lips.

bakugou pulls away from you, quickly shutting the door and locking it. though, he barely has time to do the second, as soon as the door is closed, you're pushing him against it and shoving your body against his, encapturing his lips with yours once again. he swallows your desperate whines, his tongue fighting for dominance against yours. it's messy, it's not at all in sync—but just that alone has your body heating up than what you thought was possible.

and bakugou can feel it. his hands find purchase on the small of your waist—your skin is hot to the touch, almost fever hot. he raises an eyebrow when the feel of his skin on yours alone has you letting out a soft moan, much to your embarrassment. experimentally, bakugou's hands travel down to the curve of your ass, squeezing the plump flesh lightly, earning a gasp from your lips.

seeing this, bakugou pulls away from you, a fat string of saliva connecting the two of you. his red eyes watch you tortuously, watching the way your delicate features contort with pleasure as his hands explore your ass, his squeezes getting more and more rough as your body reacts. his finger glides up to the hems of your shorts, playing with the drawstrings and eventually pulling on one to untie the knot, allowing your flimsy excuse of so-called shorts to drop and lay around your feet.

your cheeks burn at the way he stares closely at your half-naked body, eyes darting down to the ground when you realize that you didn't even put on any underwear. to you, bakugou is eyeing your body, looking for any imperfections and unsatisfying marks.

but to bakugou, he has to hold back a groan by biting on his lower lip at the sight of your bare cunt. his hands tighten it's grip on your hips, attempting to keep his composure. bakugou finally pushes himself off the door, leading you quickly by the small of your waist to your bed.

with a gentle shove, you're laying down onto your back, your legs dangling off the edge of the mattress. your eyes widen when bakugou's hands grab the hems of his shirt, pulling it up to his head and discarding of his shirt, revealing his rather toned abs and few scars he's gained in the various fights he's gotten into as a hero.

your mouth is agape in awe, practically drooling at the sight of his fit muscles and small waist. without another word, your hand subconsciously reaches for him, generously touching the muscles of his abdomen. for the first time of the night, bakugou finally shows some emotion, smirking widely at your infatuation with his abs.

"i know i got some great abs, huh?" he grins, his hand coming up to rest on the flesh of your thigh. his grin flattens to an slightly agape 'O' when your hand travels down lower to his lower pelvis, your nails caressing the skin, sending shivers down his spine. dangerously, it continues, your fingers meddling with the edge of his baggy pants, circling the metal button.

before you could do anything else, bakugou is grabbing your hand away, and much to your surprise, settles himself inbetween your bare legs, eyeing your exposed cunt. naturally, you rush to close your legs, but are stopped by his hands that rest on both of your inner thighs.

"don't try to hide yourself from me." he growls lowly, his cock growing hard in his pants at the fuller sight of your glistening cunt. a yelp leaves your throat when you are pulled closer to the edge of your bed, cunt mere centimeters from bakugou's face. your eyes close shut, palm hiding your face in embarrassment.

"open your damn eyes, you're gonna watch as i eat this pretty pussy." he hisses out before blowing lightly onto your folds, enjoying the way your thighs shiver. with a lick of his lips, bakugou dives into your cunt, his tongue dragging across your folds and into your core. you let out a rather loud moan at the feel of his tongue exploring your cunt, your hands diving down to entangle themselves in his short blonde locks.

as told, you watch bakugou devour your poor pussy through tears, moaning into your palm to not let anyone hear the way you're getting eaten out by one of your classmates. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel bakugou enter his index finger into your tight walls, massaging your gummy walls without mercy.

"bakugou.." you mewl out, back arching off the bed when you feel the knot in your stomach begin to unravel. the fingers tied in his hair pull tightly on his roots, earning a hum of satisfaction leave his lips, vibrating against your clit so deliciously it has you sobbing out his name within seconds and squirming within his tight hold as you cum. tears run down your cheeks as your body convulses with pleasure, eyebrows furrowed intensely as your first orgasm of the night washes over you.

a minute later, you finally come down to earth, chest heaving heavily as your eyes focus down to bakugou who licks up the remains of your delicious juices. it's so over stimulating, but it feels so good, the way his tongue laps up your cum as if he was a starved man.

for a second, you close your eyes, basking in the sweet after-glow of your orgasm before a familar vibrating sound snaps you out of your bliss. bakugou holds up the pink bullet-vibrator within his hand, cocking his head to the right. "this yours?" he asks teasingly, a sly grin painted into his face.

before you could respond, bakugou is pressing the bullet against your clit, sending waves of overstimulated pleasure up your spine. you wiggle and shift on your bed, attempting to get away from it, from him, but in the heat of the moment you seem to have forgotten of bakugou's trained strength. he pins your hips onto the bed with ease with one hand, and holds the bullet to your clit with the other.

he evilly chuckles into your cunt, his tongue gliding into your tight hole. your cries and pleas are melodies to his ears, and he only stops when your thighs are shaking for a second time around his head and your pussy walls are tightening up around his tongue. he hungrily laps up your fluids once more, the tip of his nose brushing up against your clit as he discards of the vibrator in order to grab onto the back of your thighs and practically smothers himself into your pussy.

finally, once he's deemed you cleaned up and not an ounce of your cum wasted, he pulls away from your drenched pussy. his chin glistens with your juices, his tongue lapping up any remains on his lips. his ruby red eyes watch as your chest heaves up and down, his hand grabbing your wrist that was covering your flushed face and discarding it to the side.

he passionately kisses you, not like the kisses you two shared earlier. rather, your inhaling his heavy breaths as his hips roll subconsciously into yours, his hard-on poking against your inner thigh. "bakugou.." you exhaled against his lips, your hand sliding inbetween your close bodies to palm his confined cock.

bakugou lets out a almost pained groan, his eyebrows furrowing at the feel of your hand brushing against his cock's tip. "fuck.." he groans, his head dipping down to your chest when your hand slides below his trousers and over his confined boner. "wanna help you too bakugou," you mumble shyly, batting those pretty eyelashes at him.

the tempered blonde seems to have been frozen in place at your unexpected boldness, his cock growing impossibly harder at your words. he curses under his breath when your hand glides in between the gap of his boxers, your fingers coming into contact with the skin of his cock.

you're so unexpected. it's all bakugou can ever think of. unlike all the others, you've surprised him the most. you've surprised him with your wits—instead of strength and speed. no matter how mean or offensive he's been to you, you've been nothing but a saint—going so far to even nurse him back to health after a particularly aggressive battle with a villian.

thats why he had to be the one to help you. after all you've done for him, he had to return the favor in the one time he could save your life, even if it meant having sex would save you. he wasn't about to let those ungrateful, clueless extras do it with you either when they didn't deserve the opportunity to have you so vulnerable for them.

and having sex with you doesn't seem too bad, not in the slightest. especially not when your hand is pumping his cock so deliciously. bakugou's lips apart slightly, a sharp gasp escaping when your palm tightens around his sensitive cock.

you jolt when bakugou's own hand wraps around your wrist firmly, practically slapping it away from his cock. you look up at him with filmy eyes, looking for an explanation within his own. "gotta focus on you," he mumbles under his breath, his hands coming down to your hips and dragging you down to him.

bakugou finally begins to undo his belt, the metal buckle causing your ears to tingle. he pushes down his pants to his lower thighs, for a second he glances up at you, to which you can see a small glimpse of the red tint that covers the apples of his cheeks and the way he stares intently at your features, most likely waiting to see your reaction.

he slides his dark red boxers down to the middle of his thighs, just enough to free his cock of his uncomfortable confines. and, just wow, maybe it's because you're quite literally drugged with a sex drug, or maybe he's just that perfect—but just the sight of his cock has your pathetic pussy walls clenching and throbbing around nothing.

your mouth salivates at the mere thought of his cock, and just now seeing it—god you just want him to fuck you already. without a thought, your hand reaches once more for him, only for bakugou to pin your wrist down to the side of your body, his own climbing on top of the bed. your legs come to rest on each sides of his hips, his thighs underneath yours while he sits on his knees.

it seems you're not the only one so horny, afterall, as bakugou wrapped his hand around cock, his hips inching closer to yours, his body jolted, eyes widening. his sudden movement has your heart dropping in your stomach, a cold sweat breaking out on your body. "w-what? what is it?" you stutter out, your hand crossing defensively over your clothed chest.

bakugou's cheeks seem to bloom more a shade of red as he leans back, searching for something in his pocket. "hah.. i almost forgot the condom.." he says, taking out the unmistaken small square packet out of his pocket.

you chuckle lightly at the mistake, feeling embarrassment for yourself as well. to think that you two were so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that you almost forgot the condom gives such a strange feeling in your stomach.

finally, bakugou puts the condom on, a bit shaky with embarrassment as he slides it on. all prepared, he looks up at you—possibly the calmest you've ever seen him, but there's a hint of seriousness and maybe even care with the way his eyebrows are furrowed lightly or how his eyes never leave your face.

"ready?" he asks cautiously, his hand gripped onto the underside of your thigh with the other resting on the side of your lower stomach. with your nod of approval, bakugou meets his thighs to your ass, his cock tip pressing lightly against your virgin hole.

before bakugou could go any further, your soft sobs stop him. his head immediately snaps up to yours, his eyes wide with shock. your eyes are once again wet with tears, eyebrows arched and lips frowning.

"i know this is not very convenient, y/n, but if we don't do this, you'll die-", he tries to say before he's interrupted by your sobs and hiccups. through fat tears and incoherent sentences, you finally manage to say something clear.

"it's not that." you practically hiss, surprising the blonde. "..then what is it?" he urges, a confused expression forming on his face. with a loud sigh, you groan loudly with anger and sadness, practically throwing your hands to your face as you try to wipe away your never-ending tears.

"i d-didn't want it to be like t-this!" you sob loudly, your shoulders jumping with every hiccup. before bakugou could press any further, the years of untold suffering and thoughts just came rushing to you, spilling out of your mouth like vomit. "i-i didn't w-want it to be l-like this! to happen like this!"

"oh my g-god! bakugou i've been in love with you since i've m-met you—and it–it hurts—for it to happen this way—you're only doing this just b-because you f-feel obligated to do i-it—not because you l-love me—" you mumble out, hands covering your eyes to avoid seeing his reaction.

"for it to ha-happen this way—it's like a whole prank..! like a fucking—slap in the face!" you say, practically yelling the last part as your hands fly down to the bed with frustration, finally meeting bakugou's gaze. your sobs quiet down, stomach churning at the realization of the word vomit you just had.

you thought he would be weirded out, maybe even make fun of you for it. but instead, bakugou is now looking at you with an unfamiliar gaze, full of something that seems to just be more than politeness and friendly care. sure, he's not smiling, but the way his red eyes are half-lidded, pupils dilated so big they might as well just be black, his eyebrows no longer furrowed but instead arched upwards with what seems to be surprise.

before you could say anything else, waves of sharp pain are shot up your spine as bakugou unexpectedly pushes in the tip of his cock, his arms now finding purchase by wrapping around your waist, lowering himself closer to you.

his lips press yours, slow and steady as he inches his fat cock into you. he pulls away from your lips with a grunt, his eyebrows arched downwards as he tries to set aside the way your cunt feels so heavenly wrapped around the end of his cock.

"i'm sorry for how i've been treating you." he says lowly, his teeth nipping at the pristine skin of your collarbone. "i just didn't know how to tell you—didn't think you felt the s-same," he breathes out, stuttering the last word when your walls clench around his cock. bakugou curses under his breath, trying to ground himself by pawing at your clothed breasts, sliding his hands under your tank to feel the bare skin.

bakugou's words has fresh tears forming once again at your water line. "the same..?" you think out loud, a hiccup escaping your throat at the realization.

"f-fuck, y/n—," he chokes out, his balls becoming flush with the curve of your ass. "bakugou.. the same?" you urge on, a small gasp leaving your lips when his cock tip glazes against your sweet spot. it takes bakugou to find the strength to answer, but he does with a groan, rising his upper body to have a better look at the sight of you.

"..yes the same you dummy." he finally confirms, his eyes unable to lock with yours, instead choosing to glue themselves to the sight of your tight pussy swallowing his cock. without wasting another second, your hands fly to his nape, pulling him back down to kiss him roughly. the two of you moan into the kiss, your hands desperately exploring the skin of his back while his continue to grope and massage your breasts.

"hah—i just couldn't allow it.. i didn't want the others to have you.." he groans out, his hips speeding up against yours. his teeth bite at your breasts possessively, leaving dark red marks over the unmarked flesh. his possessiveness sends a shiver up your spine, making you impossibly more hornier than you thought possible.

"baku—katsuki," you mewl out, your fingernails digging trails of red into the skin of his back. his head nods silently at your use of his first name, his ears tingling intensely.

his head tilts up to face yours, unprepared for what you were about to say. "please fuck me. i need you."

with a few words of heavy profanity, all previously known touches of gentleness are thrown out the window and bakugou is throwing your leg over shoulder and practically folding you in half. bakugou is quick to cover your mouth with his palm, if not your screams of pleasure would be heard by all the other people in these dorms—and he's not quite on board with any nobodies hearing your pretty moans.

bakugou practically jackhammers his hips into yours, his cock tip bullying your cervix. your eyes roll to the back of your head at the foreign feeling of your cervix being fucked, of your cunt being mercilessly destroyed by a fat cock. your hand flies up to the head board, desperately attempting to find purchase on anything to keep you grounded.

his cock grazing your sweet spot has you screaming once more into his palm, creaming around him for the first time that night. "f-fuck—" bakugou curses loudly, his teeth drawing blood on his lower lip in an attempt to hide own moans.

your cunt walls have a vice grip on his cock, practical almost leaving him unable to move as you cum around him. still, bakugou works his hips in and out, doing everything in his power to prevent himself from cumming just yet.

in an last ditch effort to do so, bakugou lifts his palm up from your mouth, flipping your body so you lay onto your stomach. he's quick to shove his cock back into your overstimulated cunt, rutting into you like a dog in heat. bakugou doesn't find it within himself to care when you're moaning so loud that the first floor can probably hear you, neither does he care that he's fucking you so hard that the bed frame begins to slam against the wall.

all he cares about is destroying your cunt, destroying you, something he's been wanting to do since he's met you. "fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n you feel so fuckin' good—i'm gonna cum," he babbles, his cock growing hard at the sight of your fat ass bouncing with every impact of his thrusts.

you're no better off than him, moaning his name desperately like a mantra. bakugou finally comes with a sharp and deep thrust, pushing his cock so deep it has the tip flush with your bruised cervix. he groans incoherent words, most likely profanities, as he cums into the condom, his hands gripping on the swell of your hips as he tries to ground himself.

you cum just at the unmistaken warmth that pools inside of you, tongue lolling out of your mouth pathetically. your body twitches underneath his weight, hands weakly grabbing onto his biceps. "katssshuki.." you mewl out, stars practically twinkling in your eyes.

bakugou pulls out of you with a sharp inhale, taking off the filled condom. his cock twitches when you stop him just as he's about to throw away, taking the cum-filled latex from his hand and holding it over your mouth, allowing the cum to drip onto your tongue and into your throat.

he watches you with wide eyes as you practically suck the cum out of the condom before throwing it into the trash bin on the side of your bed. you look at him with a grin, licking your lips generously before giggling.

bakugou's face twitches uncontrollably, any remains of the composure and the obvious "better safe than sorry", he has left is discarded before he practically pounces on you like a wild beast.

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bakugou is jolted awake, his eyes darting to the door of your room. theres a couple of knocks, his eyes look for your clock, '5:04 AM'.

he shuts his eyes, fully okay with ignoring the late visitor before theres more knocks. bakugou, begrudgingly, gets up, only because he doesn't want you to wake up.

he wraps his lower body in a spare blanket, taking a few seconds to rub awaken more before he's inching the door open, just barely enough to see who the visitor is. though, his shoulders relax when he sees it's just mr. aizawa at the door, most likely checking up on your state.

mr. aizawa blinks unexpectedly at bakugou, surely not expecting him to answer the door. his expression softens at the realization, being quick to offer an explanation. "i was just coming here to see if y/l/n was alright.. but i see it's under control, right?"

aizawa punctuates the last word of his sentence with the tilt of his head, his eyes pointing out bakugou's half-naked body. bakugou in response sheepishly shrugs, muttering out a groggy 'yeah' before closing the door.

he stands at the closed door for a second, rubbing his eyes tiredly before turning around to go back to bed, your bed more specifically. he stops in his tracks for a moment before continuing, seeing that you're now sitting up and staring at him.

"katsuki.." you breathe out tiredly, practically purring when you feel his hand settle onto your hip, bringing you back down onto the bed with him.

the two of you share a chaste kiss, departing only to get a short breathe in before you're pushing your body against his, deepening the kiss once more for the nth time that night.

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Puppy Training

Danielle Marsh x Male Reader, Assistant

Tags: (lots of) anal, ass eating, begging, butt spreading, dog collar, domination, facial, full nelson, gape, mounting, pet play, queefing, sex toys, submissive slut, training

Word count: 4199

Danielle wanted to try new experiences. She started talking to a wealthy guy, and he invited her to his house for some fun.

But before her arrival, you had to set a few things up.

"This girl who is coming here, she is still very inexperienced. I want to give her some of my training, but I think she needs your help," you said, talking to a well-experienced assistant you had just hired. "I appreciate the gesture; I'll make sure I get her ready for you," the assistant answered. "So, what is your plan?" you then asked her.

"I will have my tools; I'll make sure to use them properly," the assistant answered, presenting you with her case of sex toys with many dildos and butt plugs. "She'll be ready for you, I can guarantee you that; she'll be begging for it, her asshole will be gaping for you," the assistant said. "Then I will go upstairs; just let you do your thing to her," you answered.

Danielle finally arrived at your house, but instead of you, the assistant was waiting for her. "Thank you for coming," the assistant said. Danielle looked at the table with all the toys the assistant had presented to you and was now ready to use on her.

"Thank you for coming," the assistant told Danielle. "Don't pay attention to these," she said as Dani looked at the toys. "Sorry," she answered the assistant. "Do as I say, no questions asked, and you'll have a memorable day, do you understand me?" the assistant told her.

"Show me your ass," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged, getting on all fours on the couch and lifting her skirt. "I see you came in prepared, little slut, no panties," she said, spanking Dani's bare butt. "Look at this tight little asshole," she continues, starting to lick it and preparing Danielle while stimulating her pussy with her hands.

"You like that?" the assistant asked as she spat on Danielle's asshole. "Yeah," Danielle answered. "Oh, you like your tight little asshole getting some attention," she continued, increasing the speed of her tonguing.

"Open up that butthole for me, let me see," the assistant said as she continued to run her mouth over it. "So fucking tight, a sexy young teen asshole," she continued. "Please let me in, you're gonna like it even more when instead of my hands it's going to be his cock," the assistant continued.

"Do you wanna taste your fucking ass?" the assistant asked, shoving a pair of fingers up Danielle's anus as she moaned. "Answer me," the assistant commanded, spanking Dani's ass. "Yeah, please, let me taste it," she then answered, moaning again.

"Open your mouth," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged and tasted her ass from the assistant's fingers. "You like that, you dirty little bitch?" the assistant asked. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then suck it like a dick, little bitch," the assistant commanded, shoving her whole hand in her mouth.

"Show me how your suck dick, stick out your tongue, make it nice and wet for your asshole," the assistant ordered as Danielle bobbed her head on your hand, before pushing it back into the young girl's ass. "Ohhhh," Danielle moaned. "Let me in, push that little butthole out, you're gonna need it for his cock, it's really big, don't run away," the assistant said as she fisted Dani's asshole.

"Beg for more, baby," the assistant told Danielle. "Please, more," Dani said as her asshole kept getting fisted deeper and deeper. "Does it feel good, little bitch?" she asked. "Yes," Dani answered.

"Your fucking pussy is already so wet, you're such a horny buttslut," the assistant said as she finger-fucked Dani's butthole while fingering her pussy. "Open up that hole, let me look inside that ass," she said, tonguing it one more time as Danielle moaned. "It feels really good," Danielle answered.

"You're gonna love his dick in your ass then; let me keep stretching that fucking butthole for him," the assistant told Danielle. "Yeah," Danielle answered as the assistant grabbed one of the buttplugs from the table and shoved it in Dani's mouth. "Get it nice and wet and spread that asshole for me," she commanded as Danielle followed her instructions.

The assistant teased Danielle, putting the plug in and out of her asshole. "Hear the sound of your asshole opening up and gaping for me," the assistant said as a queefing sound came out of it before she pulled the plug. "Look at that gape, it's so cute; keep opening that hole for me and relax," she continued.

"Tell me you love it; you better not be lying to me," the assistant says as she keeps shoving that plug. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me put something bigger in it," she says, putting a very large plug into Danielle's ass. "Does it feel good?" she asks. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me just put everything," the assistant continues.

"Do you feel like a slut?" "Yeah," Danielle says again. "I don't think you're ready yet; your butthole is closing. Open that ass," the assistant says. Danielle spreads her butt again, letting the assistant penetrate her butthole with the plug. "Keep that hole open for me," she says as Danielle rubs her pussy.

"I love that sound; that asshole is begging for some big fat cock," the assistant says as Danielle's backdoor keeps queefing. "You're doing well; you must really want his cock," she continues. The assistant picks up a larger dildo as Danielle's gape keeps growing. "Push it," she orders, enjoying as Danielle's butt pops it out.

"Such a yummy asshole," the assistant says as she tastes Danielle's ass from the toy. "You feel that inside you?" she asks, thrusting the dildo harder. "Yes," Danielle answers. "Beg for it," the assistant replies. "Please, please, give me more," Danielle begs.

"Good girl, I think you're ready to be wrecked by his cock," the assistant says, licking Danielle's gaping asshole. "Get on the floor, on your knees," the assistant commands, letting Danielle kiss her to taste her ass before putting a dog collar on her neck with a chain. "You're going to be a good bitch for him, worship his cock, and take it in all of your holes," she says to Danielle before leaving.

"He's upstairs," the assistant tells Danielle, who climbs into your room. You grab her by the chain as Danielle crawls on all fours like a good puppy as you drag her across the room. "Are you ready?" you ask her. "Yes," Danielle promptly answers. "Then unzip my pants and suck my cock," you get straight to the point.

Danielle does as you ask, unzipping your pants and popping your massive cock off, putting it in her mouth, and sucking it softly as she remains on her knees. You look at her beautiful face full of your cock, taking your jacket off as she bobs her head on your shaft without her hands, grabbing her by the chain as she tries to choke on your dick. She licks her chops, moving her head faster in your direction and coating your cock with her saliva, strings of it licking her mouth and your tip. You pop your cock's tip in and out of her mouth, teasing her as you softly fuck her face.

"I'll do anything for you," Danielle says with a big smile on her face. You push your cock deeper in her mouth, watching her roll her eyes. "Make me your bitch," she begs. The facefucking continues, you doing everything in your power to make her gag on your cock as you stuff Dani's beautiful mouth before pushing her chin up for her to look in your eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass really hard today," you tell her. She smiles, enjoying your words. "Yes, sir, please," she begs, as you keep using her mouth to get your cock wet, popping your cock in and out of it. "I'll submit to all of your desires," she says as she grabs your shaft and works her mouth around it, jerking it off intensely as she gives you a good blowjob and makes you groan.

"Good puppy," you say to Danielle as you grab her head and fuck her face. She answers with more cock-sucking, massaging your balls and your pole as she tastes it in her mouth. "It feels so good when you shove it down my little throat," she says.

"Open your mouth, let me push it slowly," you tell Danielle, shoving your cock balls deep in her throat as you grab her head. "You shoved it so deep I couldn't even breathe; it's so massive inside me, it feels so wonderful," Danielle says after she gags.

"Please fuck me, take control of my body, sir, I want to be dominated," Danielle begs you. You get her up, kissing her cock-filled mouth as she strokes your shaft, before turning her around and pinning her against the blue chair in your living room. You lift her skirt, looking at the butt plug your assistant put in her asshole, spanking her ass as you look at her pantyless backside.

"Hmmm," Danielle moans as she gets spanked. You slowly guide your cock inside her pussy. "Yeah," she moans, feeling the tip penetrate her folds. "Oh yes, please," she says, you grabbing her by the dog leash and giving her the first round of thrusts, going very slow and enjoying her moan. "Yes, oh yes," she moans as you push it a little deeper.

"Please, please, fuck me harder, ahhhh." Danielle begs; you grab the leash and pound her hard, making her cheeks clap. "OH YEAH YEAH YEAH," she moans as her pussy gets stretched out, already losing her breath. You slowly unbutton your shirt, getting yourself completely naked and groaning as you enjoy Dani's tight young pussy wrapped around your cock, her body bouncing hard with your hard thrusts.

"YEAH, OH MY GOD," Danielle moans as she gets pounded hard, clinging to the chair as you show no mercy to her pussy. You pull the dog leash in your direction, treating her like your puppy. "Fuck my pussy," she begs as you slow down, spreading her ass as you pop your cock in and out of it.

"Fuck my pussy, destroy it," Danielle begs you. Her beautiful eyes and sexy smile drive you crazy. You tease her with slow thrusts before attacking her pussy hard, grabbing her arms behind her back. "Give me your cock, I want it all, I want it every inch, yes," she tells you as her cheeks get clapped hard. "OH MY GOD," she moans, keeping her ass spread at every second, much to your enjoyment.

"Please, make me cum; I want it harder," Danielle begs and gets it, the hard pounding going nonstop. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, FUCK," she screams, you grabbing her waist and giving her cunt really fast thrusts that make her legs shake and her juices drip.

"Come taste it," you tell Danielle, who gets on her knees and hungrily turns in your direction to suck your cock. "Please fuck my ass," she begs you with your cock still deep in her mouth as she tries to get it wet for her asshole. "I want to feel all of your cock in my ass," she tells you, savoring your cock and running it over her face and then deepthroating it after a long head-bobbing.

"Fuck," you groan as Danielle deepthroats your cock, hungrily taking it like a good puppy. "So good," you tell her, popping it in and out of her mouth. "Please, I want you to fuck my ass," she begs again. "Are you prepared?" you ask her, Danielle just positively nodding.

"I'm ready," Danielle says as you grab her by her leash and push her to your bed. She softly jerks your cock off as you romantically kiss her and take her clothes off. "You smell so good," you tell her. But Danielle is only focused on one thing.

"Please, use my ass," she tells you. You remove her buttplug as you lie in your bed, slowly guiding your big, fat cock to her asshole. "I'm ready to be used," she tells you.

You guide your cock to Danielle's ass, take things very slowly, grabbing Danielle's legs and lifting them up as you give her butt some soft little pumps. "Oh my God, it's so big in my tight little ass, feels so good stretching me, so deep in my ass," she says, softly moaning as she tries to get used to it. You slowly pick up the pace. "I love the way you stretch my hole," she tells you as the speed gets faster. "Oh my god, yeah," she moans.

Her tight asshole quickly drives you crazy; you are unable to resist for long as you start pumping up her ass really hard. "Oh yeah," she moans, closing her eyes as her legs get up in the air. "Fuck that ass, I want it all, oh my god," she moans as your balls slap against her cheeks.

"That's it, make me gape, baby," Danielle says as you tease her, getting your cock in and out of her asshole and showing off her already massive gape. "Fuck me hard," she continues to beg. You quickly put Danielle under your full control, pushing her legs and giving her a full nelson pounding. "OHHHHHHH YESSSS," she screams as you put her body under your full mercy, pounding her asshole like an animal.

"OH MY GOD, OH YES, TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH, AHHHH, FUCK MY ASS JUST LIKE THAT, I'M A SLUT TAKING IT ALL IN MY BUTT FOR YOU," Danielle screams as she gets completely dominated, fast thrusts making her asshole queef as you destroy it. "YES, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OH MY GOD," she screams. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock, OH MY GOD," she moans, closing her eyes and enjoying being used like a toy by your big fat cock.

"FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCKKK," Danielle screams as your thrusts get extremely fast, her asshole getting pounded like a piston. "I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, you pulling out of her massively gaped asshole as she squirts.

After you're done pounding her hard, Danielle tries riding your cock, moving her hips sexily in a reverse cowgirl position. "Such a big, juicy cock," she says, grabbing your shaft as she bounces on it. "It's so big, I don't know if I can handle it," she says. "Let me test it then," you tell Danielle, pushing your cock upwards into her asshole. "Damn, it's massive, bulging under my tummy so good, oh my god," she says.

Danielle spins on your cock and gets used to your massive length. "I can barely fit it all inside me, ohhhh," she moans as she keeps bouncing, moving much faster this time as she moans and screams. "I just want to be your pleasure girl," she tells you as you spank her ass from behind.

"Let me taste my little asshole," Danielle begs you, quickly diving to suck your cock as soon as it gets out of her ass. She sucks it to perfection, her beautiful face all over your asshole-flavored cock. "So good," you praise her.

You give Danielle's ass a little tap as you put her in a spooning position. "I was born to be used for you," she says as you tease your cock around her anal entrance before pushing it slowly deeper inside her. "Use me just like that, fuck, please," Danielle begs as you grab her hair.

Once again, you start slow, enjoying digging your cock inside Danielle's butthole. "Put it all in there," she begs, but you take your time, watching her asshole gape hard with your thick cock stretching it out. "Fuck, I love the way you fuck my asshole; give it all to me," she begs.

"Fuck, I want every inch inside my asshole; treat me like a good slut," Danielle says as you lick her armpits while pounding her hard, quickly accelerating your thrusts. "I love the way you stretch my tiny little asshole, fuck, I want every inch of your cock deep in my ass," she moans. "FUCK, I'M YOUR FUCKING BUTTSLUT, FUCK ME RIGHT THERE," she screams as you spank her cute ass.

"Show me who's the fucking boss, fuck me hard, YESSSS," Danielle begs as you increase the pace of the pounding. You tease her again, grinding your shaft against her entrance before putting it back in. "Yes, right there," Danielle says as she feels your cock stretching her ass again, you grabbing her butt and clapping her cheeks hard, making her moan while her cute tits bounce.

"Yes, yes, yes," Danielle moans as you wrap your arms around her body and spit in her mouth before resuming the hard drilling in her asshole. "AHHHHHH," she screams as her ass gets used hard, fingering her pussy to deal with the heat. "I love feeling your cock in my asshole," she tells you.

"OH MY GOD YES YES YES," Danielle screams like a slut as her cheeks get clapped hard, you going at full speed in her asshole now, you groaning loudly. You stop a bit, enjoying her massive gape. "Yes, baby, stretch that gape open," she begs you, spreading her ass as her pink insides pop out after your thrusts. "Look at me spreading that ass wide open for that big fucking dick. I love having your cock stretching it out," she says.

"Make me feel all of it, take it all in my ass," Danielle begs, looking in your eyes as you go in and out of her ass. "Get back inside, please, fuck my tight ass, make me your bitch, destroy my tight little ass," she commands, her words making you push harder.

"GIVE IT TO ME, BABY, FUCK ME, OH YES." Danielle screams, you now rubbing her pussy as you attack her ass at full speed. "OH MY GOD, BABY, DON'T STOP, YES, GIVE IT TO ME," she screams, your hands all over her pussy, her gape wider than ever. "The feel of your dick spreading my ass wide open is so good, sliding in and out and using it like it's your personal toy, fuck," she moans.

"PLEASE, BABY, GIVE ME EVERY INCH. FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," Danielle's legs start quivering with your cock buried deep in her asshole and pounding it nonstop. Her legs close as she squirms with the hard pounding you give her. "SHITTTT," she screams as you give little taps in her pussy as her juices come out. "Make my body shake; that feels so good," she says as she gets drilled hard. "FUCK ME LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, BABY, OH MY GOD, YESSSSS," she continues to scream, losing her breath as her asshole gets destroyed.

"FUCKKKKK," Danielle screams as you make her cum, slowing down to appreciate her ever-growing gape. "I love cumming while getting fucked in the ass," she says, sharing kisses with you as a way to thank you for the hard fucking. You kiss her neck and worship her body as well, especially her tits.

"More, please," Danielle begs. You put her in a missionary position, her perfectly spreading her ass for you to fuck. "Please, put it back in my ass," she begs as you stick your cock back inside it. "I love feeling your cock go in and out," she says as you tease her. "I wanna feel out of it; it's so good," she continues.

"Stretch my asshole, oh my god, it's so big, fuck my ass," Danielle says. You hit her with deep but slow thrusts, making her moan. "I'm gonna spread it for you. I love feeling it. I love the way you make me gape. Look how it spreads open nice and wide for you," she says.

You take a little break to worship Danielle's young pink pussy. "Oh yeah," she moans as you bury your head in her folds. "Oh yeah," Danielle moans. "Please, put it back, use my body, fuck my asshole," she begs, fingering her pussy as you attack her ass deeper. "I'm your fuck toy; use me, baby," she keeps begging as you choke her. But in spite of it, she keeps her ass spread out at all moments. "My body is all yours; I'm your little whore," she tells you as your ass-fucking picks up the pace.

"FUCK MY LITTLE ASSHOLE, AHHHH, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD," Danielle screams. "AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," she continues to scream. "I want it all; make me fucking cum again," she continues to plead, getting out of breath every second. "

"YES, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK, I'M SO WET, I'M GONNA CUM, MAKE ME YOURS, DRILL ME, MAKE ME TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH," Danielle screams loudly. "Give it to me. I'm your gaped little fucking slut, your fuckdoll. Take it deep," she keeps begging as her asshole queefs with your thrusts.

"FUCK, IT'S SO DEEP IN MY GUTS I CAN BARELY TAKE IT," Danielle continues to scream as you climb on top of the bed, pounding her ass hard. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, that feels so good, I want to feel all of your cock inside me," she says as you fuck her like a raging bull. "Make me your little fucking slut; that feels so good," she continues to beg.

"FUCK THAT ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, I WANT IT ALL," Danielle continues to scream, your thrusts hitting faster than ever, her tight butthole draining your whole energy. "Look how much you made me gape," Danielle says as you slow down and she spreads her ass. "You like it when I spread it for you?" she asks.

"Give me that cock, go in and out, tease my asshole," Danielle continues to command as you alternate slow and fast thrusts in her asshole. "I love how your cock feels inside me," she says as the pounding resumes. "FUCK MY ASS, I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, YES, YES, OH MY GOD, AHHHHH, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, I'M CUMMING," she screams as a fountain of juices comes out of her pussy.

"Bend over on the chair," you command Danielle, who quickly obliges, still recovering from her orgasm. You tease her, rubbing your hands on her body and spanking her ass. "Yes, keep going, I can take it," she moans as her cheeks turn red. You can tell her whole body is aching as she has taken a good pounding, but you need to give her one last round she's never going to forget.

You mount on top of Danielle and put your cock back in her ass. "YES, GIVE ME WHAT I NEED, FUCK," she screams as she gets pounded hard, you making her body bounce hard with your deep thrusts. "Give me more, deeper," she begs as you attack her asshole, her head buried against the chair.

"I LOVE BEING USED BY YOU, I LOVE BEING A FUCKTOY, I LOVE HOW GOOD YOU FUCK MY ASS," Danielle screams, you playing with her gape. "I wanna feel it, every inch. Stretch me open, oh my god," she keeps begging. You grab her cheeks for a better grip. "Fuck my ass, that's so fucking good," she tells you.

"GIVE IT TO ME GOOD, DON'T STOP, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," Danielle tells you as she rubs her cunt, losing her breath as her gape is already the size of her tennis balls. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT, GAPE ME WIDE OPEN, POUND MY LITTLE ASS," she screams, her asshole queefing with your hard pounding.

"OH MY GOD, MAKE ME FUCKING GAPE," Danielle continues to beg as you mount on top of her like a bull. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW. I want you to give it to me. YES, YES, YES, AHHHHH," she continues to scream. "God, you're gonna make me cum," you tell her.

"Come here," you tell Danielle as you get ready to empty your balls in her face. "Drain your balls all over me, please, cover my pretty face with cum, cum for me, baby, in my eyes and my mouth, please," Danielle begs for your load as you stroke your cock close to her face, giving her plenty of close-range cumshots, her kissing your cock and sucking it to thank you.

"I want it all. Oh, I love being covered in cum like that," Danielle says as she licks your shaft, her cum-covered face looking like she spilled some milk on it. "Did you like your training, little puppy?" you ask her.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass every week and be your anal slut," Danielle answers you as she sucks your cock one last time. "I can do that," you tell her. "I will always be ready. I wanna be your little anal bitch, your fuckpuppy," she tells you as she leaves your room and gets herself dressed.

"Next time I'll bring my sister or one of my group members," she says.

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well kept secret - spencer reid x hotch's daughter!reader

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me: back on my criminal minds grind... also im not gonna lie to u guys i just got back from a hosue party and im extremely drunk, so if u see any mistakes don't be afraid to lmk. also if u have any requests for hotch!daughter pls send them thru bc im heavy into reid rn i just adore him <3

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“Who is that?” JJ asked, pointing subtly over to the figure walking cautiously out of the elevator doors. The figure, of course, being you, nervously trying to find your way around the glitzy BAU offices.

“God knows we needed a new pretty face around here — no offence, ladies,” Morgan laughed, drawing well-humoured insults from the women of the office.

“I for one don’t take any offence, her shoes are so cute!” Garcia gushed from over Morgan’s shoulder, eyes locked on your sleek black heels.

“Oh my god, they look just like the ones in that window we passed on the way to dinner, don’t you remember? Even Hotch said they were nice!” Kate wheeled her way into the conversation on her swivel chair.

It was a slow day around the office, not something that went unappreciated, so each agent was eagerly amenable to conversation.

“Reid, come over here,” Morgan beckoned, “Has she ever been here before?”

“Me?” He spluttered, eyes searching frantically, “Why would you ask me? Hundreds of people come into this building every day, let alone the thousands we see on the street every day, on cases—”

“And you have an eidetic memory kid, are you thinking straight or is the pretty girl messing up Boy Genius?”

Reid would drop dead before admitting that Morgan’s words had any truth to them, but his usually overactive speech pattern was halted by the vision of you entering the office’s glass double doors. His mouth dried out as you looked around, obviously unsure of where you were headed.

“No,” He finally answered, “I’ve never seen her before in my life.”

“She looks lost. Kind of scared, even?” JJ was giving her signature maternal look, concern etched into her face and Garcia was up before anyone could tell her it might not have been a good idea.

The gang watched from afar as your expression brightened from worried to delighted as Garcia began to chat with you, eyes gleaming as you pointed down to your heels. Clearly she’d repeated the earlier compliment.

“Hi! I’m Penelope Garcia, technical analyst, and you are gorgeous. I’m in love with your shoes!” The introduction and compliment took you by surprise but you were by no means disappointed, replying with equal giddiness.

“Thank you so much, my Dad bought them for me!” You extended your right leg slightly to show off the heel more holistically, “And I just love your outfit, the glasses are everything.”

Garcia gushed her own appreciation as the two of you became fast friends, so you chanced a request for help.

“I’m looking for SSA Aaron Hotchner’s office? I know it’s one of the big fancy ones but I’m not sure exactly which.”

“Up those stairs and second door! You can’t miss it, the big boss energy radiates as soon as you go near.” You both laughed and you made sure to thank Garcia profusely.

Reid watched as you pointed up to the private offices, evidently searching for a specific office. He wondered who you could be looking for. He didn’t have to wonder for long as Garcia rushed back, talking a million miles an hour as she explained that you were looking for Hotch. That brought more questions than answers, and the BAU were quick to place bets on what you could possibly want from him.

“Well, she’s certainly too young to be his girlfriend,” Morgan laughed, “Unless Hotch gets down more than we thought.”

“Could be a young woman looking for a mentor? She looks about college age, maybe just graduated?” Kate suggested and JJ nodded in agreement, neither even pretending to be working anymore.

Meanwhile, you’d made your way up to Hotch’s office, knocking softly on the oak door.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, eyebrows raising only slightly, an extreme show of emotion for the man.

“Check your watch, Agent Hotchner,” You smiled, unsurprised that he’d gotten totally consumed by his work.

“Damn,” He huffed under his breath, “I’m sorry, should we go now, then? And what did I tell you about calling me that?”

“Sorry, Dad,” You emphasised the title, “And yeah, let’s head. I’m starving.”

Down in the bullpen, even Rossi had been roped into the shenanigans.

“You’re the closest with Hotch, if anyone would know who she is it’s you!” JJ said, the rest of the group agreeing.

“Why don’t you just, I don’t know, ask him?” Rossi shook his head like he was dealing with small children. Sometimes he was convinced he was.

You took Hotch’s offered arm and the two of you left his office, making quiet smalltalk. The office fell eerily quiet as you two emerged from the behind the closed door, and you got the distinct impression that the BAU had all been talking about you.

Obviously Hotch noticed the team very unsuccessfully playing it cool and muttered a curse, signalling to you to head over to them. You supposed you were going to finally get your formal introductions.

“This is Rossi, Derek Morgan, JJ, Kate Cunningham, Penelope Garcia, and Doctor Spencer Reid. Guys, this is my daughter.”

If you thought there was silence before, it was nothing compared to when Hotch dropped that bomb. You could hear a pin drop.

“Um, it’s really nice to meet you all! I’ve heard so many stories about your work.”

“And we’ve never heard anything about you, pretty girl.”

“Morgan,” Hotch warned with hardly any bite as you laughed off Morgan’s playful flirting.

“Derek Morgan you are exactly like I was told. You too, Penelope, my father was not exaggerating about your outfits.”

“I thought you were starving?” Hotch changed the subject to tease you, nudging you to get moving.

“Alright, alright, I get it. You don’t want me taking all your friends,” You grinned, getting moving nonetheless. The BAU laughed, both charmed and confused by you. It wasn’t unbelievable you were Hotch’s daughter — your quiet confidence and posture was the same, but your friendliness and more easily understandable humour set you two apart.

“Bye everyone!” You called over your shoulder as Hotch rushed you out the doors, clearly keen for you to stop making friends with his coworkers.

“She seems nice,” JJ commented, sitting back down in her swivel chair.

“Can we all talk about how Pretty Boy didn’t say a word that whole conversation?” Morgan asked, a hand clamping deviously on Reid’s shoulder.

“Spencer!” Kate laughed, “You don’t have a crush, do you?”

Reid could feel his cheeks heating up of their own accord, his usually genius brain useless to counteract it.

“No!” He blurted out, “I just didn’t want to say something wrong or bore her with facts like I do with you guys.”

“So you do want to impress her?” Garcia teased with a toothy grin as Reid rushed to shake his head no.

“She’s our boss’ daughter, guys. I think all of us should want to impress her, right?”

“I dunno, Reid, I don’t see Morgan or JJ blushing right now,” Rossi chimed in with a laugh before heading back to his office.

You stepped into the elevator with Hotch, chatting happily about your day so far. Your father stuck his hand out to hold the door open with such speed it scared you a little, jumping in your own body. You relaxed when you saw it was just Penelope Garcia, hurrying towards you with a few files in her hands.

“Thank you, sir,” She breathed as the doors closed behind her, “I forgot Rossi wanted these scanned and digitised from the last case!” She punched the button for the third floor. “It was really nice to meet you, by the way. Even if Hotch has kept you a secret all these years.”

“To be totally fair to him, I wouldn’t say he exactly kept me a secret if he only found out I existed a few years ago. It was nice to finally meet you all too, though. I’ve heard so many work stories.”

You bid Garcia goodbye as the doors opened once again. Just as she was almost down the hall she heard your voice whisper, “Why didn’t you tell me doctor Reid was hot and smart?”

Penelope hardly concealed her gasp, delighted at the newfound revelation. This would be fun for her.

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