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moonywritez6 · 1 year ago

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Kinktober Day 9 Lactation (Reupload)

Character: Dad Mammon x Mom Reader

Reader: Fem Reader!

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, small breeding kink, whiney Mammon, unprotected sex, harsh language, tit fucking, breast milk, pet names (Mamma, daddy, honey, etc.),

Wc: 3,298

A/n: Hello my sweets! Unfortunately, I got locked out of my old blog account, so I had to make a new one! So, chances of you having seen this before are high as it's on my old account! (I am so sad about it honestly). But I am going through all my old accounts posts and reuploading them here! I hope you can still enjoy my works!

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"Hey, now be gentle, S/n!" You whined, feeling your son's tiny teeth starting to nibble against your sore nipple, his bright and innocent eyes looking right up at you. You smile, letting out a small coo as you playfully boop his nose. "You're so lucky you have your daddy's eyes~ I can never stay mad at you~" You gushed, a giggle escaping when S/n reached one of his grubby little hands towards your finger, carefully gripping the digit between his chubby flesh. Your happy thoughts are stopped when a dark and menacing aura emerges from the other side of the baby. You let your eyes travel over to the pouting face of your loving and childish husband, who rocked back and forth in one of the rocking chairs as he quietly chewed on his thumb.

"What's up with you? You're going to upset the baby." You grumble, giving your husband a slight glare as your son squirms in your arms. Mammon scoffs, turning his head away from you, the pout still evident on his face. "He's hogging you all to himself." He growls. It wasn't like Mammon hated his son.

On the contrary, he absolutely adored the little bundle that was a perfect mix between you and him. When you told him you were pregnant, he felt so much joy that he ran around the entire devildom, bragging to anyone he could while buying all sorts of baby items for boys and girls, not caring what it would be as long as it was healthy. However, there was one thing the avatar of greed failed to consider. Having to share his precious wife is the one thing his greedy mind could never handle.

After hearing his words, you roll your eyes at such a childish reason for your husband's sour mood. "Honestly, Mammon, you're ridiculous!" You huffed before turning your attention back to your son, watching as his eyes slowly started to close, indicating that it was time for a nap. You let out a few small hums, allowing him to finish getting his fill for the day. On the other hand, Mammon stared deeply at your tired expression, the bags under your eyes becoming more noticeable by the day, along with your messy hair and baggy clothes. He didn't mind you not dressing up because it just meant that no other guy would be eyeing you with their lustful gazes. The demon's eyes soon fall on your breasts, having grown immensely since your pregnancy, each mound filled with your precious milk. Mammon recalls a conversation with his brother Beelzebub a few days ago.

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The two watched you from across the living room, feeding your hungry son, who happily latched onto one of your swollen mounds. "I wonder how it tastes…" Beelzebub mumbled without thinking as he stared longingly at your form, a bit of drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, eyes hungrily taking in your exposed flesh. Mammon growled at his brother's words, shooting him a warning glare as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Watch it, Beel! I'll kill you, dammit." Your husband growled, feeling possessive of his human wife. Beelzebub puts a hand up in self-defense, his hungry gaze leaving you to look at his brother. "Sorry, I can't help myself." The avatar of gluttony mumbles his stomach, rumbling loudly, causing your baby to pull away with a loud cry.

Mammon quickly looked your way, his eyes catching the brief glimpse of your exposed nipple. His pupils dilate when he takes in the perked nipple, the tiny bite marks from your son's incoming teeth engraved into the tender skin. To his dismay, you quickly cover up as you try to comfort your son while giving Beelzebub an understanding smile as the demon panics while trying to calm his nephew down. Your husband stood there, bangs falling in his face as he went and licked his lips, a new greedy thought appearing in his selfish mind.

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You let out a small sigh as you exit your son's room, Mammon close behind as he carefully shuts the door. "You look exhausted, mamma~" The demon cooed, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he nuzzled into your neck, leaving a few tender kisses. You relax at the feeling, leaning closer into his chest as his hands carefully rub up and down your sides, a content hum leaving your lips. "I am tired. I love my cute little S/n, but he just won't sleep properly, not to mention he's been teething a lot more lately, so I haven't been able to feed him properly." You sigh, tossing your head to the side when you feel Mammon's tongue trail up your neck as he places a few kisses against your jaw.

He lets out a slight hum at your words, raising a brow in curiosity as he looks up at you while resting his chin on your shoulder. "I have noticed the little rascal leaving more bite marks on me, but what do you mean you haven't been able to feed him properly?" His eyes trail down to the top of your low-cut shirt, your cleavage highly exposed as the shirt desperately clings to the flesh. Your husband enjoys the view as he backs his lower half away from you, feeling his pants getting tighter at the sight. You blush slightly while glancing in both directions of the hallway, causing the demon to grow even more curious at what you could say. You motion for him to come closer as you whisper in his ear. "Because of his teeth, it hurts too much when he's feeding, and I haven't had time to buy a pump yet." Your words cause Mammon to frown, not understanding what you meant. Seeing this, you bite your lip as you debate, telling your husband more before letting out a small sigh. "My breasts are full, and it's becoming painful, so I need to buy a pump to get the milk out and give it to S/n in a bottle." You mumbled, ears turning red from embarrassment.

Mammon takes a second to process your words, his eyes going wide once everything clicks before a mischievous smirk tugs at the corners of his lips. "Oh? Is that right?" He teasingly sings, his hands slowly making their way up your torso. You give a silent nod, too embarrassed to say anything else. "My poor wife~" Mammon playfully cries before his hands lightly grope at your swollen breasts, earning a loud gasp from you, your smaller hands shooting up to push him away from the sensitive flesh. "M-Mammon! Stop it!" You hiss, shooting at him with a warning glare, to which he just smiles, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He doesn't budge as he lightly massages your breasts in the hallway, not caring for anyone who could stumble upon his shameless act.

You let out a small moan from your husband's movements before feeling your shirt dampen, causing your eyes to widen as you tried to push him away again. "Come on, if you don't stop, you will ruin my top!" You whined, trying to devise any excuse to escape the embarrassing position. Mammon's fingers came to a quick halt when they pressed against the now wet fabric, his eyes narrowing as he looked over your shoulder, seeing the two soaked spots where each nipple sat. "Y/n…is that what I think it is?" His tone is deep as he whispers into your ear, teeth lightly grazing the skin, sending a shiver throughout your body. He hums at your silence, his fingers teasingly pinching at the leaking buds, making your back arch as your knees give out. Mammon is quick to catch you, his arms wrapping around your waist. He lets out an amused chuckle that slightly echoes throughout the hall.

"Let me help you out mamma~ Your husband has been feeling extra greedy lately~" He cooed before sweeping you up his legs and taking him as fast as they could to your shared bedroom. Once inside, the avatar of greed couldn't keep his hands off you as he sat you on the edge of the bed. "You're such a good mamma, baby~" He moaned as he slowly sucked on one of your clothed breasts, his tongue lightly tasting the milk that had seeped through. You whine at the sudden feeling, bringing a hand to your mouth to muffle your weak moans. Mammon sucks at the spot for a few more seconds before moving to the other, leaving darker wet spots. "Is this helping baby? Does it feel any better?" Your eyes soften at how sweet his tone is as you carefully caress the back of his head, earning a slight hum as he glances up at your lips, still sucking on the soaked fabric.

"I don't like the feeling of the fabric." You confess, cheeks pink as you look into his eyes. He pulls away carefully, standing up from his kneeled position, body now looming over yours. "Raise your hands, baby." You do as told, hissing when he starts pulling the fabric off. He shushes you, giving a small kiss to your forehead before taking a step back, multicolor eyes taking in the sight of your swollen tits, a ball of saliva struggling to get down his throat as he tosses the shirt to the side. He caresses your cheek while lightly trailing his fingers across each mound. "Such a good wife just for me." He growls, loving how you were letting him toy with your chest as he goes and scoots you further onto the bed. Once he thought you were positioned far enough, he quickly pinned you, watching your breasts bounce around.

Before you know it, he hungrily takes one into his mouth while one hand carefully squeezes at the other to relieve himself. You whimper at the sudden feeling as you grip the sheets. Mammon lets out a shaky moan when his mouth fills with the milk from your sensitive bud, his taste buds going insane over the new flavor. 'She was keeping this from me this whole time. What a naughty wife.' He thought, glancing up to see the cute face of his lover, all red, your lips slightly parted as shaky breaths filled his ears. He pulls away with a small pop, his tongue darting to lick at any leaked milk. "So tasty your milk is so fucking good, baby~" He moaned, cheeks flushed while caressing your cheek.

"P-please suck on the other one…" You shyly pant, wanting the painful feeling to go away. Smiling at your request, Mammon hovers over your other mound, his mouth open as he carefully squeezes the flesh with one hand. You watch as the white liquid shoots out onto his tongue, causing your insides to feel warm as you lightly press your legs together. Mammon continues his assault on your tender flesh, unable to get enough of your sweet taste. "Fuck… can't wait to brag to Beel about your sweet tits." He growls against the flesh, his greed showing as he refuses to remove his lips when he feels your hand push at his head. You whine at the feeling of your breasts being toyed with as Mammon tries to suck them dry. "M-Mammon honey, you're doing too much! They're really sensitive." You whined, trying to pull your husband from his greed.

Unfortunately, he was too far gone as he pulled away from your sore nipple, watching the swollen bud glisten with spit, his breathing heavy and eyes clouded with lust. "Hey baby…let me fuck them." He breathes as he pulls his pants and boxers down, revealing his erection dripping with precum. You look up at him in a daze, still trying to recover from the pleasure and relief your poor tits were experiencing all at once. "W-what?" You breathe, trying to prop yourself up with an elbow, only for your husband to push you back down, straddling your torso as he slowly pumps his cock. He looks at you hungrily while licking his lips, giving his stupid grin whenever he knows he will get what he wants no matter what.

"Let me fuck your tits, babe; I wanna see just how swollen they are~" He sings while sliding his cock between your breasts, both hands squeezing the mounds together as he starts moving his hips, tossing his head back in pleasure. A shaky growl escapes his throat, followed by a loud laugh. "Fuck baby, your breasts are suffocating my cock~ Just look at it disappearing~" He moaned, completely taken over by lust as his thrusts started picking up. You whine, eyes watching as his leaking tip pokes out at your face, a line of precum beginning to provide a lubricant between your mounds. "Mm, that's right, mamma keep watching~ open that pretty mouth for me, yeah?" He growls, squeezing at your tits and watching them leak under his hands. "Fuck." He cursed, his eyes trailing to your pretty lips as he watched you slowly stick your tongue out to lick the tip as it poked back at you, earning a slight hiss from the demon. "Don't tease." He scolds a slight pout on his lips before bucking his hips forward, this time more aggressively as he goes and shoves his cock deep into your mouth, causing a small, muffled squeak to leave your lips.

"That's right, baby…fuck so good. You're so fucking sexy." He whined while bringing a hand up to his mouth, licking at the milk, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, thrusts becoming sloppier. You just watched him as his cock slipped in and out of your mouth, your pussy dripping with arousal from this sudden change in your husband's behavior. Usually, he was never this horny in bed, but after having tasted the precious milk, his son had been hogging for the last few months, there was no stopping him. Mammon's chest heaves as he cups both your cheeks, a fucked-out expression on his face. "I'm gonna cum all over your sexy tits, my sexy wife~ So watch me, okay? Otherwise, I'll be so upset~" He whines, pulling his cock from your mouth to give it a few more pumps before biting his lip as his hips buck forward, white strands of semen spraying all over your messy breasts.

Mammon sits there, eyes lidded as he looks down at you, his mind all fuzzy from having reached his release. You look up at him, eyes wide in awe as you take in the beautiful sight before you. "Mammon… you're so handsome." You whisper, unable to take your eyes off your demon husband as his chest rises and falls, mouth parted. He looks down at you, cheeks red and eyes practically hearts. "Hmm?~ I'm handsome, yeah?" He purrs, a hand sliding behind him as he reaches into your pants, his fingers instantly coming in contact with your slick eyes widening. He looked back to make sure he wasn't imagining it due to his fuzzy mind as he went and slipped a finger into your pussy with ease, the wet noises echoing throughout the room.

"Fuck Y/n… you're so wet just from me sucking and fucking your tits? Have I been neglecting my beautiful wife?" He coos, slipping another finger inside, watching your expression change as you squirm under his weight. "N-No, just been so busy with S/n…ah~ that I just haven't had any time for t-this!" You cry, feeling Mammon's fingers curl inside, barely brushing against that spot he knows will drive you crazy. A pout falls on his face as he shakes his head, letting out a few disappointed tuts. "That's not good, baby! Why didn't you tell me I would've taken care of you sooner!" He scolded while pumping his half-hard cock, feeling himself more turned on the longer he stared at your cum covered tits. You whine as you try to arch yourself off the bed to no avail because your husband's weight is still on top of you.

"M-mammon honey, please!" You beg, reaching a hand up to him, watching as he lightly bit a finger, his eyes locked with yours. "I-I want you deep inside me before it's too late!" You cry, tears forming in your eyes due to your desperation. Mammon smirks, quickly changing his position as he spreads your legs apart, watching your slick drip onto the sheets. "So, fucking filthy baby…just how I love you~" He chuckles before quickly slipping his cock into your needy pussy, watching as your back arched while you gripped the sheets, a loud moan leaving your lips. Mammon hums his hips, moving at an inhuman pace as he relishes in the pleasure of your walls squeezing around his aching length. "Fuck! Fuck so good, baby~ Your pussy is amazing!" He cries, his eyes landing back on your tits, watching them leak with each bounce.

"So fucking sexy…just look at them leaking~" He laughs while wrapping an arm around your back, quickly lifting your upper half as he had you sit on his lap, hands grasping your hips so tight they'd leave bruises later. He hums, wrapping his lips around a sensitive mound, body shaking as he lets out multiple whines cock still pounding into your abused hole. "Want all of it… it's all mine, dammit!" The last part came out as a possessive growl as he lightly pulled the bud between his teeth, causing a small scream to leave your lips. "S-such a greedy demon…this is for S/n." You scold lightly, hitting him on the head. Mammon growls as he kisses your lips, his tongue invading every inch of your mouth.

"That's right, I'm your greedy husband~ So. Fucking. Greedy!" He emphasizes the last three words, the feeling of his cock hitting the entrance to your womb each time. A few cries leave your lips as you sloppily kiss his neck, leaving minor bruises wherever possible. Mammon hums, his thrusts getting sloppy as he feels your walls clench around him. "Are you getting close, baby? Are you going to cum for the daddy of your baby?" He growls, his grip tightening as he gets ready to firmly press your hips down. He glances at your breasts, his cock twitching with excitement. "Fuck they bounce so good I just can't get enough!" He whined, leaving a few kisses on your lips, unable to handle anymore as he pushed deep inside you. "M-mammon! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum from your cock so deep inside me!" You cry, wrapping your arms around his neck. Mammon smiles, loving how you cried out from his cock as he went to whisper in your ear.

"Maybe I should make you pregnant again, huh? Keep your tits nice and full for daddy and the kids~" His words have you cumming, hard eyes rolling far back into your head as he shoots his release deep into your womb, letting out a pathetic whine as he kisses your breasts.

"I'll make you a mama forever~"

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Mammon hummed happily as he rocked back and forth in the chair, his aura pure and blinding as he watched his beautiful wife feed their son. "S/n mamma, is such a wonderful woman, right?" He gushed to the baby, who looked at him with no thoughts behind those innocent eyes. You roll your eyes, a slight blush on your cheeks as you carefully fix your top when your son finishes his fill. "There, there S/n! Don't listen to daddy, he's an idiot!" You scold while patting your son's back, ready for him to burp. Mammon pouts at your words before his eyes land on your breasts; his mind starts to wander into dark territory before your son throwing up catches his ears.

"DON'T WASTE IT!"

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flawssy-227 · 1 month ago

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Fogwell’s pt.1 Matt murdock x f!reader

pairing: College!matt murdock x fem!reader

a/n: this is a repost from almost THREE years ago on my old blog! since the new daredevil is coming out soon... maybe I'll revisit my favorite hell's kitchen baby boy.

I will always do my best to leave the reader description as vague as possible (albeit female, but I am a woc, so will also always have woc in mind in my writing)

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: mention of beer, language

You remembered the first time you met him.

It was a Sunday at Fogwell’s, the gym was closed except for a private training session you had held earlier, some women from a hair salon in Hell’s Kitchen wanting to learn self defense.

You heard the little bell chime above the front door that signaled someone was coming in.

“We’re closed,” you called out without turning around. You were preoccupied with taking off your hand wraps as you heard him tentatively tap his way into the gym.

“Oh, sorry,” he started. “I was hoping I could speak with the owner.”

“You’re lookin’ at her,” you stated definitively. You took in his appearance, tall, somewhat built, a slight blush crossing his cheeks, and stubble you almost wanted to reach out and run your fingers across. He was cute you thought, as you tried searching his eyes before realizing they were pointed downward, a walking stick clutched tightly in his hands. “What can I help you with?”

“You don’t sound like the owner of a boxing gym in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen,” the man cocked his head to the side with a small smirk.

You scoffed a bit. “It’s my uncle’s gym, but he is on an extended vacation in Florida. Till he comes back, if he comes back, I’m the owner-operator,” you stated matter of factly. “You gonna question me or tell me what you want?” you said as you finished unwinding your hand wraps.

His small smirk extended into a full grin as he took a step closer to you and extended his hand for you to shake. “I’m Matt. I uh, I wanted to see if I could train here?”

You shook his hand, large and warm in yours. “Yeah, sure. We have open gym from 11-4, Monday through Saturday, kickboxing classes during the week at 5, boxing after that…” you trailed off. “What are you looking for?”

“Something more… private, actually.”

Now it was your turn to cock your head questioningly. As if he could feel it, he started speaking again.

“Even though I’m blind, I can feel people watching me. I know they’re wondering what someone like me is doing at a boxing gym, but I don’t need the judgement or little comments they make that they think I can’t hear. Plus my dad used to box here, way back in the day. I just want to be able to train in peace, privately. After hours?” he explained.

“After hours?”

“Just a couple of days a week. I’ll stay out of your way. I promise.”

There was sincerity in his voice as you weighed your options. He seemed perfectly nice, innocent even. You usually stayed late in the gym most nights anyway, either looking over Fogwell’s books or training by yourself. Matt training after hours wouldn’t really impact you either way, plus, if you were being honest, you could use all the extra help financially.

“I’ll tell you what, you can stay today. I’ll be in the office, working on some things. Use the gym, do whatever you want, and I’ll make a decision after. Does that sound fair?”

Matt nodded his head, still clutching his walking stick. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

“No worries, Matt.” You began walking your way back to your office before turning around again. “You’re a Murdock, right?”

Matt was in the middle of unzipping his jacket when he turned to look back at you quizzically.

“You said your dad trained here. It was Jack, right? Jack Murdock?”

He slowly nodded back at you.

You walked backward to your office, taking in the man in front of you. “Nice to meet you, Murdock.”

That was about 5 weeks ago, and Matt had been making regular appearances in your gym ever since. He would show up after hours a few times during the week and on weekends, sometimes giving you a call and begging, pleading you to come back and unlock the gym for him. You always would, knowing he would slip you a few extra dollars or bring you a 6-pack of beer to show his gratitude. You knew it wasn’t the only reason you would go out of your way to let Matt into Fogwell’s, but he didn’t have to know that.

You had a quickly developing crush on him. He was sweet, kind, and smart. Not hard to look at, either. He would flirt with you sometimes too, you were sure of it. Complimenting your perfume, praising your generosity. Sometimes you felt like he could read your mind, calling out your name or coming into the office every time you would daydream about him. You would always ask him to stay later when he brought you beer, too. Sometimes he would, and you two would spend an extra hour sitting around and talking about life. You really began to look forward to his calls, feeling a little lonely if you didn’t hear from him for a couple of days.

There were other reasons you wanted to see him, too. He would do things, when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Things that made you question how much his disability really affected him. So, when he gave you a call at 9 PM on a Saturday, begging, no, pleading you to open up the gym for him, you immediately said yes.

He was waiting for you at the front door, body perking up as he heard you approaching.

“You got here fast,” he said.

“Murdock, you know I live upstairs.”

“I know, I know. I’m just surprised you didn’t have plans. It is Saturday, after all.”

You scoffed as you held the door open for him. “Here to make me feel bad or to train?”

He laughed as he made himself comfortable in the gym. He took off his hoodie and you made a sharp inhale at his toned stomach. Was it just you, or was he getting ripped?

“Can I ask you a question?” you asked, walking toward the ring in the center of the gym.

“Sure,” he said, rolling his neck and shaking out his muscles.

“You ever think about getting in the ring?” You hopped up onto the platform and lowered the middle rope to climb in.

Matt looked at you, a smile tugging on his lips. “Can’t say that I have. Might not be easy for me to see who I’m fighting, on account of the no seeing thing.”

“Humor me,” you said, trying to take a slow deep breath as the shirtless man made his way toward you.

Matt walked to the ring, reaching his hand out to feel for the platform before climbing into it himself.

You slowly walked around the ring while Matt stayed close to the ropes, trying to decide the best way to approach your theory.

“I’ve been watching you these past few weeks,” you started, centering yourself directly across from him.

His eyebrows quirked up at your confession. “Oh?”

You nodded your head. “You’d probably be a tough opponent. Natural ability, a lot of fight in you.”

Matt’s smile grew bigger, his chest puffing out slightly at your compliment. He was clearly about to make some clever, flirty remark back at you, as he always did, but you took advantage of his distracted state and slid your keys out of your pocket, throwing them straight at his head.

You watched as his brows furrowed, only slightly, his head popping straight up. You don’t know it, but Matt feels the breeze shift in the gym when your arm quickly moves to throw the keys, he smells your deodorant, the fragrance being released because of the little bits of friction caused by your movement, and he tastes the metallic of the keys as they fly through the air.

You weren’t sure what you were expecting. You had a feeling, but you were still surprised to see Matt clutching your keys directly in front of his eyes. He looks at you, eyes pointed slightly downward, a devilish smirk plastered on his face, knowing you caught him.

“I fucking knew it!”

read pt 2.

would you guys like more Matt? I have a very very old angsty wip that I'm tempted to finish if anybody is interested!

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil x reader #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil born again #fic: fogwells

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keeplcving · 1 year ago

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Hii I’ve been waiting for a blog I like to ask and I really adore your writing!!

I keep thinking about coriolanus x reader set before the reaping and the reader is being sent to the districts (maybe as a punishment from the plinths for “filling sejanus’ head with rebel ideas” or smth) but anything works!! 🩷

awe, thank you so much, sweet anon! i am honored :). i hope i understood what you wanted, and wrote it to your standards. enjoy, xoxo.

dark paradise.

(academy!coriolanus x fem!reader)

summary: she may be a rebel at heart, but only one man can tame her.

cw: discussion of arranged marriage, sweet!coryo (i love writing him like that i’m sorry!), soft sex, oral (m receiving), cuddling, pet names, talking bad about the plinths, lmk if i missed anything.

“Me? To District Two? Why? What did I do?” You interrogate the peacekeeper who had pulled you out class, mid lesson.

“Orders of a Mr. Strabo Plinth. Says here you ‘filled my son’s head of anti-Capitol propaganda’. Enough grounds to see you removed from the Capitol, I believe.”

You couldn’t believe it. You hadn’t told Sejanus anything he didn’t already believe, you merely agreed with him. The Hunger Games were awful, and cruel. You knew enough about the world before Panem, and that in the country that existed before Panem, cruel and unusual punishment was against the country’s rules. Why wouldn’t that be the case in Panem?

“What? No I didn’t! Please, believe me.” You begged, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. You couldn’t leave the Capitol, it was your home, and had been your family’s home for years. You couldn't move to the districts, you wouldn't survive.

Your family had more than enough money and influence, but not as much as the Plinths. At this moment, you regretted befriending Sejanus. Sure, he was a sweet boy, but now his father was using you as a scapegoat to explain his son's inability to conform to Capitol standards and beliefs. All for simply agreeing with one of Sej's opinions.

You thought, for a moment, that this was it. You would never see the Capitol, or anyone in it, ever again, for the crime of having an opinion. You were a top student at the academy, set to be in the running for the Plinth Prize. How could they just kick you out of your home? You felt faint, overwhelmed with emotions, unsure of what to do, or even how to react.

"What's going on?" A voice interrupts your thoughts, and you let out a sigh of relief in recognition of the voice. Coriolanus Snow. He could get you out of this, he could easily explain that Sejanus was the rebel, not you. His family had more power and influence than the Plinths did, as they weren't from the districts.

"Miss Y/L/N here is about to be transported to District Two. She's a rebel. She's been filling Sejanus Plinth's head with anti-Capitol ideals, which Strabo isn't very pleased with. His son was supposed to make the Capitol his home, not turn against it." The peacekeeper explained to Coriolanus, and Coriolanus looked like he was in utter disbelief.

"Y/N?" Coriolanus spat out, "A rebel? Unlikely. If anybody is filling anyone's head with anti-Capitol ideals, it's Sejanus. Not Y/N." He states to the peacekeeper, hoping that he will believe the heir of the mighty house of Snow over district scum. The Plinths would never be Capitol, not really.

"Is that so?" The peacekeeper responds, "How is Miss Y/L/N not a rebel? Is there anything tying her to the Capitol, other than her family? Has she agreed to be married into a family of status?"

You couldn't believe that simply agreeing to be married into a family of status could keep you in the Capitol. That really couldn't prove anything, right?

"Yes, she is set to be married to me, upon our graduation from the Academy." You almost gasped in shock, not thinking that Coriolanus would come to your defense, lying for you in order to keep you in the Capitol. You held the gasp in though, and simply nodded your head.

"I am in love with him, sir. I wouldn't dare leave the Capitol, or say anything negative about it, when I have a man like Coriolanus to continue to show me the good that lies in the Capitol." You explain, stepping back to stand side by side with Coriolanus. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side, rubbing his fingers soothingly on your side.

"How could you insinuate that my future wife is anti-Capitol? That is simply preposterous." Snow spits out, rolling his eyes before continuing, "I would never marry a woman that was anti-Capitol. I wouldn't taint my future heir's blood with someone that stood against everything that I believe in. This is absurd."

Coriolanus made a very strong case for you, leaving very little room for the peacekeeper to argue. You knew you had to go along with his lie, and keep up the act, in order to save your place in Capitol society. You lean up, and press a light kiss to Coriolanus' cheek, smiling sweetly once you pull away.

"I see, I will relay this information to my superiors. In the mean time, Miss Y/L/N is to stay at your manor, Mister Snow. There will be a trial, you will be called to testify on Miss Y/L/N's character, and her personal ties to you. I am going to dismiss you both from classes for the rest of the day, and I will be by tomorrow to collect you both." The peacekeeper grunts, turning on his heel, leaving you and Coriolanus standing in the empty hallway.

"I cannot believe you would lie for me like that, Snow." You whisper to him, and he grins at you.

"Well, Y/N, I have always had an infatuation with you, as you know," You roll your eyes at him, knowing of the crush Snow harbored on you as children. "And I could not let that district scum Plinth take you away from me before I even had the opportunity to have you." He explains, and you blush in response to his words. You couldn't believe that he still, after all this time, was interested in you. You knew you were beautiful, sure, but not nearly as gorgeous as the other girls Coriolanus spent time with, like Clemensia, Livia, or Arachne.

"You... you want me?" You ask cautiously, still in shock of his confession.

"Yes, you foolish girl. I realize I have not made my true interest in you more pronounced in the past, but I was just thinking of bringing my proposal to your father. What I was telling the peacekeeper wasn't all lies, I want you to be my future wife." Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, not expecting a full on love confession from Coriolanus.

"Oh, Coryo." You whisper, looking directly into his eyes. You have always thought his eyes were one of his best features, and up close, you couldn't deny it. "I would love to be your wife." You smile at him sweetly, and you swear there is a blush on his cheeks, though you could never get him to admit to that.

"Really?" He asks, and you laugh, nodding. He then ducks his head, meeting your lips with a hesitant kiss. You press your lips back against his, hard, and he groans. You reach yours arms up, wrapping them lightly around his neck. You pull back for air, and press your forehead against his.

"I think we should go back to your apartment, so I can thank you. And show you that I am serious about wanting to become your wife." You tell him, and he groans again, thinking about all of the ways you could potentially thank him. You peck his lips once more, before he pulls away, gently guiding you to follow him.

As you both make the walk to the Snow's apartment, you talk about everything and anything, getting to know each other better. You both were serious, about wanting to marry each other, and if you were to marry, you should at least semi-court beforehand. And that involved a lot of getting to know each other: mind, body, and soul.

As he unlocked the door to the penthouse, you were slightly surprised to not see a fancy apartment. Rather, you saw a ramshackle place, that you could tell once held glory. You glanced at Coriolanus, who looked ashamed. You would never judge him, or his family's true financial situation, and you wanted to voice that to him. You didn't care that the Snows weren't as rich as they were before the war, all you cared about was Coriolanus. Besides, you could easily afford to pay for your future wedding, as well as help the Snow family out.

"Y/N..." Was all that Coriolanus was able to get out, before you started talking.

"Don't even bother, Coryo. I don't care that your family doesn't have as much money as it did before the war. I don't care at all about money. I know what I feel for you, and no amount of money that you have will change my feelings. Besides," You stop, worried that you may accidentally offend him with your offer, before continuing, "I could afford to pay for our wedding, and more, with all of my own money. You won't have to worry about a thing, darling. I could even help your family. I know that your cousin is a talented seamstress, and deserves more than what she has."

You see Coriolanus' jaw fall slack, before he cracks a smile you hadn't seen in years. It was beautiful, it was radiant, it was so Coryo, and you loved it.

"Really? You mean that, Y/N? You are not messing with me, are you?" He questions, worried that you did not mean a word you just told him, that you were simply toying with his heart.

"No, Coriolanus," You grab his hands in your small hands, yours quickly becoming engulfed by his large hands as he squeezes gently, "I am not messing with you. My father has a stupid amount of money, and I am his only child. I want to use the money I have for good. And helping your family is the good." You explain, wanting him to fully believe you. You would spend all of your allowance on him, if he wanted it. You had more than enough things that you knew he and his family merely wished for.

"Oh, darling. You are the sweetest woman in all of the Capitol, and you are all mine. Mine." He responds to your declaration, before leading you further into the apartment, and into his bedroom.

"All yours." You whisper, meeting his eyes. They were shining with unshed tears and love. You had never seen Coriolanus as a kind, loving man, as he was very guarded and reserved at the academy, only speaking when spoken to. However, you were so thankful that he trusted you enough to show that side of him, and it made your heart race.

He smiled at you once more, before speaking. "I remember you promising to thank me, and show me how you really feel about becoming mine, my darling." You knew that he wouldn't forget that you said that, and you were more than happy to show him how you cared for him.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, quickly unbuttoning his school uniform, and yanking the slacks down with the boxers he wore underneath. You gasped in shock at the size of his cock as it sprung up, slapping his stomach. He unbuttoned his top, quickly discarding in on the floor next to his bottoms, leaving him totally exposed for you, whilst you were still fully clothed. It felt powerful, him bare before you had everything on. He was surrendering himself to you, and you wanted to show your appreciation.

You peppered a few kisses to his thighs, before running your tongue up the entire length of his shaft. He was so long, so thick, you weren't entirely sure you would be able to fit him in your mouth. You had experience, sure, but you had never been with someone as large as Coriolanus.

He let out a low growl at the feeling of you tracing the vein that ran from bottom to top with your tongue, and you rewarded him by licking the slit of his cock, tasting his precome. Normally, the taste of a man's precome disgusted you, but his did not.

You then took the tip in your mouth gently, before hollowing your cheeks. You took him as far in your mouth as far as you could, feeling his cock bump into the back of your throat. You estimated he was about eight inches, with girth. You were one lucky woman, with a man that was far above average. You knew he would be able to pleasure you easily. But right now, all you were focused on was pleasuring him, thanking him for lying for you.

You bobbed your head up and down slowly, grabbing what you couldn't fit in your mouth with one of your hands, matching the bobs of your head with the twists of your wrist as you jerked the base of his dick. He was going crazy above you, letting out animalistic groans, hands fisted in your hair, gently tugging, as your worked your mouth over his cock.

You could tell he was close, by how loud his grunts got, and the way the hands tangled in your hair were pulling harder. You doubled down your efforts, moving your head up and down faster, making sure your hand was setting the same pace.

"Darling, I am so close. I am going to come down your throat." He warned you, panting. You didn't respond, continuing your efforts. You wanted him to come in your mouth, to truly thank him for being a kind man, at least a kind man to you. He came with a grunt, seed trickling in your throat, you swallowing it quickly.

Once he was done, you pulled off his cock, smiling sweetly up at him. He gently helped you onto your feet, making sure you were stable enough to stand after being on your knees.

"Thank you, my sweet." He told you earnestly, detangling the knots he had made in your hair with his gently with his fingers. You moaned at the sensation, and you could see his eyes turn dark at the sound you made.

He stopped running his fingers through your hair, instead setting his hands on your ass, pulling you to kiss him. The kiss was passionate, and you felt yourself beginning to dampen your panties. You pulled away from the embrace, panting heavily. You attempted to begin unbuttoning you uniform, but Coriolanus pushed your hands away.

"I want to undress you, darling. That's my job, from now on." He told you, removing both your top and bottoms, leaving you in your black, lacy bra and underwear. He groans at the sight of your breasts held up delicately in the bra, and hardens again instantly.

"May I?" He asks, his hands slipping to the clasp of your bra, waiting for your approval. When you nod, he unhooks it, gently pulling the straps down your arms, and tossing it somewhere you don't see.

Coriolanus lets out a grunt at the sight of your pretty breasts, bare for him. He kneads one experimentally, and you let out a noise of satisfaction. He smirks at your reaction, before stopping the ministration entirely. Instead, he sweeps you up, into his arms, carrying you over to his bed, gently settling you down in the center of it.

Clambering onto the bed next to you, he slips his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, meeting your eyes, searching for approval to remove them. When you nodded with a smile, he pulls them down your legs. Once they are fully removed, he spreads your thighs apart, revealing your glistening cunt to him.

He groans at the sight, and gently sweeps a finger through your folds, gathering your slick on the digit. He pops the digit into his mouth, making a noise of pleasure at the taste of you. That makes you gush a little more, pleased that Coriolanus likes the way you taste.

"Please, Coryo." You plead, "Take me. I'm yours. Please." You see him think for a moment, before climbing over top of you, muscular forearms holding him from crushing you with his weight.

"Oh darling, you are all mine. I can't wait to feel my tight little pussy clenching for me. Mine." He whispers hotly in your ear.

You grab his cock, pumping it a few times, then position the head at your entrance for him, and meet his eyes. He thrusts in, harder than you expected, immediately bumping into your cervix. You both let out noises of pleasure, overwhelmed with the feeling of one another. He begins thrusting rapidly, grunting at your slick coating his cock.

You were squeezing him like a vice, and he didn't want to embarrass himself by coming too quickly, before you could even meet your own end. He angled his hips, and slammed directly into the spot deep inside of you that had you seeing stars. You screamed, rapidly approaching your orgasm at the feeling of his dick stretching you out, slamming into your g-spot roughly.

Reaching a hand down your body, you rubbed at your clit roughly, and you feel your peak approaching. "Coryo!" You moan, "I'm so close. I need to come."

"I am close as well, my sweet. I promise, I will make you feel oh so good. Come for me" He smirks, continuing to pound into your tight heat.

"Oh! Coryo!" You scream, coming undone on his cock, your spend quickly forming a frothy circle around his dick as he continued driving into you, attempting to reach his own end.

"Please, come inside." You whimper out, and that was all he needed, spurting deep inside of you. You begin to feel faint from the overstimulation, but you fight it, and Coriolanus pulls out of you gently, the mix of your spend and his spilling out, onto your thighs and onto the bed sheets.

He climbed off of you, rolling you onto your side, before pulling you to his close, your back to his chest. You were both breathing heavily, and laid in silence for several minutes, until your breathing returned to normal.

"That was a perfect thank you, my future wife." Coriolanus whispers into your ear as you cuddle, basking in the after glow of your activities.

"I'm glad, my future husband. Thank you for everything you said today, Coryo. I mean it. I would probably be on the train right now, going to district two, if it wasn't for you, and your intelligent brain." You say, pressing back closer to him.

"It was no problem, my sweet. I knew I couldn't let that Plinth boy take you away from me, because of his own stupidity. That isn't your fault, and trust me when I say, the Plinth family will be dealt with." He tells you, eyes narrowing in anger.

"It's alright, Coryo." You attempt to soothe him, turning slightly to press a kiss to his sweaty chest, and he grunts back at you. "I'm still here, with you, my darling. There is nothing to deal with, I promise."

"He tried to take you from me. He knew I liked you, and lied to his father, to get rid of you. He thought by getting rid of you, he could get to me, without another in the way." Coriolanus tells you, and you gasp in shock. You didn't want to believe the words that were just spoken, but it wouldn't surprise you.

You knew Sejanus wanted more of Coriolanus' friendship than he had, and it didn't surprise you that he thought you were in the way of that. Sejanus was friends with both of you, or so you thought. He knew that his one best friend liked his other friend, and so he sought to destroy it. How truly awful.

"Oh, Coriolanus. I wish you had just told me that you liked me, rather than keep it a secret. Maybe this wouldn't have had to happen like this." You tell him, reaching a hand up to ruffle his curls. "I'm just glad you were there today, and defended me. I am no rebel, you know that." You giggled, continuing to run your fingers through his curls.

"You are a rebel, you are my rebel." He tells you, leaning into your touch. You blush at his words, before letting out another giggle.

You may not be the anti-Capitol rebel that the Plinths tried to pin you as, but you were a rebel in the way you loved Coriolanus Snow without a care in the world, money be damned. And that rebellious love that Coriolanus was able to tame was the only thing that mattered.

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dearggntlereader · 2 months ago

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Nr.12 Snow Angels ༻¨ : ·.. ｡⋆⍋*｡

George Weasley x reader CW: probs OOC, picture does not represent the readers looks, I accidentally made Pansy lowkey in love with the reader so yeah, I almost cried writing this and I'm not sure why

Most People would, without Question, assume that you and George are a couple. No but’s and if’s.

It doesn’t really help that George doesn’t deny it, when mentioned, and Fred always just laughs and walks away when he’s asked.

Sometimes you wonder if he really thinks you two are a couple.

Pansy sighs, throwing a snitch and catching it again as she looks at the ceiling above the bed (your bed) she’s laying on. “Babe, I love you- I really do. But, you can be so stupid sometimes.”

The glare you shoot at her could kill people with more care for what others think of them.

“How is it stupid to assume a boy, who never asked to be your boyfriend, is in fact, not your boyfriend.”

“You literally kissed!”

“We were drunk!”

Another sigh.

“When he asked you to go out in the snow with him and you agreed, he said, and I quote, ‘It’s a date’.”

The flowers he got you yesterday, for apparently no reason, standing on your bedside table aren’t really helping your argument. It’s not like you don’t want to date him! You’d love to.

But, you never liked getting your hopes up.

Pansy rolls over onto her stomach, propping her chin on her hands as she gives you an exasperated look. “You’re hopeless. Completely, utterly hopeless.”

Her voice is tired in the way only a girl’s best friend can be when you’ve talked about the same boy a thousand times. There’s a softness to it, though, a gentle warmth.

“I’m not hopeless!” you protest, defensive edge in your voice.

“I’m just… being practical.”

“Practical,” Pansy repeats, raising her brow. “Darling, If you don’t see it, you might as well get your eyes checked.”

You huff, falling onto the bed with and letting your head fall onto her chest. “Fine, Miss Love Guru. What do you suggest I do?”

Pansy smirks, the kind of smirk that always makes you question your life choices, even as she starts gently carding your fingers through your hair.

The touch feels so natural, like second nature.

“It’s simple, really. You put on something cute and go make snow angels with him like the giddy little love-struck thing you are.”

“I’m not love-struck,” you mutter, though even you know it’s a lie. The warmth that blossoms in your chest whenever George laughs or looks your way speaks for itself. “And I’m not ‘cute.’”

“You are the cutest,” Pansy says, her voice low and almost too quiet. “Absolutely gorgeous.”

You blink up at her, catching a flicker of something in her eyes before she tosses the snitch again with a lazy flick of her wrist.

Another sigh.

“Besides, you don’t need to be cute. You just need to be you. Understandably, that’s already done most of the work.”

You frown, turning to look up at her with big eyes. “What if you’re wrong? What if he’s just like that with everyone?”

Pansy groans, dramatically throwing her head back. She allows herself to sigh one last time, a slightly sad edge to it. “Go. Wear a scarf. Try not to make a fool of yourself.”

For a moment, you think she’s going to say something else, but she doesn’t. She just gives your hair one last gentle tousle before shoving you upright.

Her words echo in your head hours later, as you find yourself bundled in your warmest coat and trudging out into the snow where George is already waiting. He’s grinning, his cheeks flushed from the cold, his Gryffindor scarf wrapped snugly around his neck.

“Took you long enough,” he teases, his breath puffing out in little clouds.

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips. “Had to make sure I wouldn’t freeze out here.”

He laughs, that warm, easy sound making your heart skip a beat. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”

And just like that, you wonder if maybe—just maybe—Pansy was right.

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lovesick-nagi · 7 months ago

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This is a continuation of our posts on Stylus/The Labyrinth, as we have been requested to add this on.

I held off on posting this to give Stylus an opportunity to reply and send their supposed "proof" they claim to have from their last post, but as of now, there is dead silence from their end. I can't say I didn't expect this, but if they truly think they have something that will vindicate them, I implore them to send it into my askbox. In the meantime, I have a development.

You might remember the person who made the post defending Labyrinth, another one of their exes. You may also have noticed in the last post I said there were now four people speaking out against Stylus, and now, I bring you the fourth statement via that ex/childhood friend, @starfall-sys, as they have now come forward to me to apologize, as well as admit to be a victim of Labyrinth as well. They have asked us to make this post to clarify their feelings on the matter. But first, I will give what they themselves have to say.

This post will also include more of their disgusting actions that I could not include in my three posts, but now have even more backup on.

TW: SH, Mentions of Abuse/SA, Racism, RAMCOA mention/misrepresentation

"Hey. This is Stylus’ friend/ex. As you all may be aware, I posted a really awful defense statement trying to defend Stylus and I will say, I am extremely sorry. That statement not only hurt Nagi, it upset a lot of people who knew the whole story. I know nothing will excuse my actions but I want to explain myself.

When I wrote that statement, I was sort of convinced by Stylus to send it because I felt bad at that time and I wanted to defend him. At that time, I was only aware of one incident, and was not aware of the actual biting, physical abuse, and SA that happened. Stylus deliberately left that out. I wrote that statement under the impression that maybe it could possibly mend friendships and clear off miscommunication but BOY was I wrong.

It wasn't until after people started lashing out at me that I realized the gravity of the situation. It has left me mentally scarred, and I regret ever defending Stylus. I myself realized that Stylus has done stuff to me that I buried under the rug until recently.

This is my apology statement for those who have been hurt by my initial statement. I no longer endorse Stylus, and I have apologized to Nagi about it as well. I’m sorry for causing such a mess, truth be told I was dragged into this by Stylus, but honestly I am glad that it came to that point because otherwise I would have never realized the treatment that I had to deal with from Stylus. I would have been left in the dark.

Now while I would love to explain what he did to me, its way too much for me to explain in a paragraph and I feel that Nagi can explain it better than me, so I will let them tell you the truth."

Here, within what they shared with me, we can learn more about how stylus behaved with them. As you may remember from their post, they are childhood friends with Stylus. They detail how Stylus seemed nice in childhood, coming from a wealthy, safe home, but they started to understand the malicious person Stylus was growing into when they first exchanged discord accounts.

It is truly disturbing to hear the extent of what stylus did to themselves while on video with their "closest friend", who would go on to be their first partner, as it’s something no one should ever have to see, and combined with the accounts in our previous posts, clearly Stylus has a past history with using SH as leverage, and has done this with literally every single person they have dated.

They go on to discuss their experiences with being led to believe I was in the wrong, and how they were apparently being manipulated into doing their bidding for a long time now. They apologized to me for having written the deleted apology post previously on Stylus’ blog.

They talk to us about being straight up ignored by Stylus in their relationship, which is another thing that led to their breakup. Stylus often dismissed their requests for advice or encouragement in favour of themself or others which led this person to feel very isolated and generally worthless to Stylus despite the years they spent knowing eachother.

We’d learn that during the time them and Stylus were dating, Stylus hadn’t informed them that they had begun dating someone else. While they did have a open arrangement, they’d agreed to ask/inform each other first, and Stylus had not, instead dating this person for a month before even mentioning it, completely breaking their partner's trust. They broke up immediately after Stylus tried to gaslight them regarding this.

We’ve also received more examples of Stylus being racist and vile with our renewed friendship with their victims, though we’d already known this for some time due to various personal experiences with them as a POC ourselves, this just goes to show that there is MUCH Stylus has not apologized for, and hoped would just be pushed under the rug.

{ As you can probably tell, the more I talk about him, the less patience I have for his antics. }

Even FURTHER, they claim to be a RAMCOA victim PURELY because of their cult leader OC alter.

So on top of straight up saying he "has trauma" from NOT having trauma, now he is claiming to be a victim of Ritual Abuse, Mind Control, and Organized Abuse. None of these are even entertainable ideas, and the fact he only feels this way because his cult leader OC is "drawn to" these topics is. Something.

At this point, I really cannot say I believe anything he says. He is willing to claim he is a RAMCOA survivor for such silly reasons, and claims to have his dissociative disorder from childhood trauma, trauma that he has straight up said he does not have. It seems he uses these types of things to excuse his actions, or at least that's what their practical use ends up being.

He did something terrible ? He doesn't remember it, it was someone else. Someone says no or even takes too long for him when he pesters them for something ? He has RSD, you can't say no, it'll hurt his feelings. He doesn't show any remorse for literally assaulting someone ? It's not his fault, he has a personality disorder. Even if I've caught him in lies about all of these, when he's proven wrong, he shifts the blame onto someone else, one of his exes. It is never his fault. And if you call him out on all of this, you're the terrible one.

I would like to clarify that every single person I have discussed being affected is a system. I am a system, my partner is a system, all three of his exes are systems. Not a single one of us can say that his claims line up with our system experiences.

He claims things about his system that literally could not be medically possible, he has spewed misinformation on any disorder he brings up and talks over other people WITH those disorders while doing so, and everyone knows him to have a completely normal family and childhood, not traumatic in any sense of the word. The victim who has lived in his house said that if anything, he has been spoiled by his wealthy family. The rest of us has witnessed this as well. He might as well just say that he's endogenic.

He seems to target anyone who enables him, which turned out to be traumatized systems, to get what he wants. This is simply his victim profile, which is why I'm glad he was banned from the system server he held a powerful position in. We are glad to have prevented more harm from being done.

To end this off,

Stylus’ ex who reached out to us concludes with another apology to me, and others, for having ever defended stylus or aided in any of our abuse, which is an apology I accept genuinely, because I already knew they were misinforming people and villainizing their victims.

They villainized me to all three of their exes, they villainized us all to the server they modded, and everyone they manipulated into sympathizing with them has realized they are a victim of Stylus, cut them off, and has a strong distain for them as a person. Even the server they modded for banned them due to learning of their actions after being lied to. Stylus is extremely manipulative, and has upheld a plethora of terrible beliefs while under the guise of amnesia, disorders, or meaning well. The truth is he has just been motivated by prejudice, malicious sadism, sexual deviancy, and his own self interest.

We’re glad to have received a proper apology from Stylus' now ex childhood friend, and gained further knowledge about the extent of what stylus has done from their exes, and we've all become friends again, which makes me really happy !! The only person who has never given a genuine apology for all their terrible actions is Stylus, and I doubt they ever will, because at this point all they seem to be doing is continuing to try and demonize their victims and blamehsift. All I can say is, the more I learn about them, the worse they are revealed to be. If they think they can worm their way into more communities, into more already-traumatized people's lives, they are, simply put, very wrong. I won't let anyone else be hurt because of their abusive nature, and I will continue to protect others.

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agirlwithbigdreamsforher · 6 months ago

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AN UNEXPECTD ENCOUNTER

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

AN UNEXPECTED ENCOUNTER

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC)

Summary: Annie goes to the supermarket and her shopping car crashed against the car of a person she thought she’ll never see again.

Warnings: a bit of language

A/N: You can retire a restriction order if the person who solicited it ask for it. There’s a process, but you can definitely do it.

Word count: 1124

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“I’ll be back in an hour,” Andy said through the car window. “I’ll see you at the coffee.”

Andy drove away and Annie walked with Lily in her arms. Her car was at the shop because some idiot had crashed against her a week before. Fortunately nothing happened to her, Jake or Lily who were in the car at the moment of the crash.

“Alright, princess.” Annie said as she placed Lily in the shopping car. “Hold the list.” She handed the paper to Lily. “First, fruits and veggies.”

Annie loved going grocery shopping. For her it was a peaceful moment when she could relax and take her mind off of all the stress she had with work and the house. She enjoy going through the aisles and see what things, besides groceries, she could buy for the house; and why not, buy clothes for her and her family.

She was coming out of the cereal aisle, when her shopping car crashed against the car of another person. Lily was startled by the sudden movement and she cried.

“I am so sorry!” Annie said to the other person, not really paying attention to them while she carried Lily in her arms. “Shhhh, You ok?” she hold Lily and turned to the person, “I’m so…” She paused when she saw the man in front of her, “Daniel?”

“Hi.” Daniel said shyly.

Annie put Lily back in the car and moved passed Daniel without saying a word.

“Annie.” He turned and followed her.

“You know you can’t be near me.”

“Yes, I know. But you crashed against me.” He said amused.

Annie stopped, “What you want?”

“Nothing. Just saying hi.” Daniel smiled softly to her, “Cute baby. Is she yours?”

“Of course she is mine.” She said defensively.

“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you and I’m not being rude. I was just curious.” He smiled to Lily, “She has your eyes. What’s her name?”

“Lily, and Andy says the same thing about her eyes.”

“So you married him.”

Annie took a deep breath, “Yes, I did.”

“Good! He is a good man.”

“Listen, I have to go.”

“Would you like to have coffee?”

“Now?”

“I mean we can finish our shopping and then go and grab a coffee.” Annie hesitate, for a moment. “I’ll understand if you say no.”

“I want a slice of cake too.”

Daniel laughed and nodded, “You haven’t change a bit.”

20 minutes later, the three of them sat down at one of the tables in the small coffee place inside the store.

“So,” Annie sipped on his coffee, “How you been?”

“Good.” Daniel bit the cookie he bought for him, “I live in New York now.”

“How is the city?”

“Hectic. The life is so fast there. But mine and Patty’s jobs are there so.”

“Patty?”

“My wife.” Annie stared at him, “The blonde girl.”

“Ah! So you married her.”

“Yes. We have two kids, two boys. One is 4 and the other is 2.”

“What are you doing in Newton?”

“Patty’s folks live here. We came to visit for the summer.”

“I’m glad you are happy.” She smiled fondly to him, “Do you work with the police?”

“Yes, I became a detective.” They stayed in silence for a moment. “I’m sorry.” He paused, “I…you have no idea how long I have waited to tell you this. I’m sorry for everything I did to you. I was not right. You have no idea how many nights I spend crying because I could remember everything I did to you that night.” He took a breath, “How I threw you against the wall.” He sipped to his coffee, “I told Patty everything and she was also mad at me for what I did to you. She even asked me to look for you to say I was sorry. But I didn’t want to disturbed you and with the restriction order I could have gotten in trouble.”

Annie hold back her tears, remembering well that day. How he tried to abuse her.

“I remember the day of the graduation I was going to say goodbye to you that day, but I saw you were so happy I couldn’t disturb that. I know, I have no right to ask you for your forgiveness. I know we shouldn’t be here together having coffee, because I could go to jail.”

“I never wanted for us to end up like that, Daniel, but it was the only way for you to stay away from me. I was scare, and didn’t know what you would do.

“I know.” Daniel rubbed his eyes, “I did love you once. I thought you were the coolest chick on campus, so vibrant!” Annie smiled.

“Maybe we were never meant to end up together.” Annie said, “Maybe we were just each other’s path to find the person of our lives.”

“That’s exactly why I dated you, you always knew what to say.”

“Dada!” Lily said pointing to Daniel.

“No, that’s not daddy.” When Annie turned her gaze she saw Andy walking towards them, “Fuck.”

“What?” Daniel turned to see Andy, “Oh god!”

Andy stood in the middle of them with his hand on his hips. “What are you doing?”

“Baby! I just ran with this old friend from collage! He is town visiting his in-laws.”

“I know who he is, he has the same idiot face!

“Hey!” Daniel said.

“Andy don’t be rude!”

“Me? He shouldn’t be near you in the first place.”

“I know. Please don’t make a scene, we are in the supermarket.”

“Look man,” Daniel said, “I don’t want any trouble. We just happened to run into each other, it’s not a big deal, I asked for a coffee because I wanted to apologize to her. I needed peace! Do you have any idea how bad it feels to know you hurt the woman who once loved you?”

“I… yeah, kind of do.” Andy said remembering Laurie.

“I’ll just leave.” Daniel took his shopping bags, “It was great seeing you, Annie.” He smiled to her, “Bye, Lily!” the small child waved at Daniel with her chubby hand.

“Hey!” Annie said making Daniel turned, “We can go and have coffee again when you are in town.”

“Actually I think we can’t do that. You know because of the order” Daniel said.

“No one needs to know.”

“I’m right here!” Andy said.

“Maybe a play date with our kids.” Annie said.

“That sounds nice.” Daniel smile, “See you around. Bye Andy.”

Annie turned to see Andy who was clearly not believing this whole situation. “Is there a way to remove that restriction order?”

“You have got to be kidding me!” Andy took Lily in his arms and began to walk.

“So, no?”

#andy barber fanfic #andy barber #annie johnson #andy x annie #andy x reader #andy barber x reader #the nanny fic #andy barber fanfiction #jacob barber #the nanny au #lily barber

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kob131 · 2 months ago

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KoB, I saw what you said about Bumblebee on your other blog, and I’m sorry, but I’ll have to respectively agree to disagree with your opinion. First off, let me just get my conflicts of interest out here.

I am a Bumblebee shipper. I used to be indifferent about it, but all the “critics” saying borderline homophobic jokes about it (as well as the homophobic Ruby meme from 2023) made me support it out of pure spite. Now don’t get me wrong, I don’t insult people for “hating on it” or anything like that. In fact, you’re actually the first person I ever told you that I support the ship because I’m terrified of people attacking me for it.

I am bisexual. I came out back in 2022, and it improved my mental health dramatically because I finally stopped lying to myself about who I was sexually. Therefore, whenever I see bisexuality in fiction, I’m naturally inclined to defend it.

Now that I’ve made my biases open, I’d like to provide some counter-arguments to the points you and that other person made.

First off, as an only child, this may be somewhat hard for you to understand, but it’s true: at some point, you have to stop being obsessed with how your younger sibling’s doing all the time. They have to be allowed to handle themselves, and be their own person. Ruby’s proven more than capable enough of fighting on her own, and with how Ruby was acting, Yang had no reason to believe that her younger sister was having problems that serious up until V9. And when she did realize, she had that heart-to-heart with her in the last RWBY Beyond short.

Second, Yang’s only flirted with boys in the past, so she doesn’t have any experience flirting with girls, and therefore a little awkwardness in doing so is warranted. The same thing happened to me when I came out. I felt awkward even talking to guys for more than a month.

Lastly, between seeing her teammate get stabbed in the stomach, getting her arm cut off, finding out that her biological mother is a Darwinistic and murderous sellout, supposedly dying while rescuing her sister from her supposed death by falling into a void, and witnessing her sister put herself into what’s essentially a medically-induced coma with no way of knowing if she’d be the same person once she came out of it, Yang is more than deserving of doing something that makes her truly happy. Hell, all of team RWBY is deserving of happiness at this point.

I hope you understand why I disagree with you on this matter, and that you understand I’m not trying to be hostile or aggressive with you. I’m just trying to explain why I and so many other people support this ship, and why it means so much to us.

Hm, it seems there must have been some kind of miscommunication here.

1- Assuming the first paragraph is about what i said about V8- My point wasn't that Yang had a moral obligation to worry about Ruby. My point was Yang in V8 by that point had only conflicted with Ruby and it was directly over their situation unlike with Blake which happened midway through Volume 7 and hadn't been readdressed. In fact, Yang's focus on Ruby throughout V8 makes this stand out more because it just feels...off. As if there was set up missing, set up RWBY as a show actually tends to do a lot. I never said anything like that about V9, I even pointed out that them getting together furthered Ruby's story and that was a good example.

Also I didn't even like Yang apologizing to Ruby because I genuinely think Yang did everything she could in the moment: it was on Ruby for not reaching out. Saying this as someone IN Ruby's shoes and did the same defense for Taiyang with Yang. It felt like trying to give an olive branch to people actively trying to set them on fire.

2- While this idea makes sense...There's nothing to indicate that Yang wasn't aware she was attracted to girls before this. And it's not like I don't know the feeling either. I don't talk about it much but I also at least notice how guys are attractive and I've jokingly flirted with guys in the past. It took me some time to be comfortable with that. But Yang? She doesn't...really go through with that. If she did say something like that of indicated then it would be fine.

3-I uh...I dunno what this is addressing. You have to understand: my issues with Bumbleby are from a mechanical standpoint. How it seems to grind against the show at times unlike other examples. I'm not arguing the characters shouldn't be happy, rather that the writers should tone it down or use it as a tool to further the plotlines like other examples.

I'm not saying people shouldn't support it or whatever. Nor am I trying to be aggressive with you.

But I remember when the mainstream complaints about RWBY were accusations of queerbaiting and calling Illa a psycho lesbian. That because they lived in Texas, they were a bunch of evil Republicans (despite Austin being VERY left leaning) and that was proof that they hated LGBT people. And that the WF plotline was proof of them being racist. And I saw so many of those same people do a 180 when Bumbleby was being pushed in the Adam fight, much like how Blacksun shippers pulled their 180 at the time. I still remember when one of those guys vandalized the TV tropes page for Sun and Qrow to try and go to bat for Raven. And that quite a few of these people were straight guys. Hence why I called them 'Yuri Fetishists'. That's why I don't like most Bumbleby shippers. But that's not really anything new: I don't like the RWBY fandom as a whole and haven't for years now.

And for the ship itself: I just see it as clumsily implemented. I don't see it as forced since...well, Yang and Blake were always going to be connected. As in, they were connected through Adam and how he conceptually linked them both. Having it be romantic isn't a big leap. It's just that they seem to push it harder, when again toning it down would have just been better.

Again, I don't really care if you like Bumbleby or not. I've already known you do for a while and I don't actively think about it. But I'm not a fan of...well, a lot of things in the RWBY fandom.

P.S. Yeah I get that feeling about bisexuality. Trust me, I've had quite a few bisexual friends and the shit I've heard and seen is insane.

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spopsalt · 11 months ago

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Soooo I have been making a personal story of mine with some OCS (may show it but it has nothing to do with my blog theme soooo) and it's a queer enemies to lovers with two boys in college on is named Mike and another is named Logan, I bring it up here because not to toot my own horn, but I feel like it does enemies to lovers right, Logan may be harsh towards Mike, he'll call him an idiot, dumbass, and stuff like that, but Mike is never shown to interlize these insults like someone *cough* Adora with Catra's insults *cough* and Logan uses these as a defense mechanism since he doesn't know how to deal with the feels Mike is giving him, and Logan shows that he cares with his actions, some of his actions include, making sure Mike eats well, staying by Mike's side all day and taking care of him when he's sick, making an attempt to be nice to Mike's friend, saving Mike from drowning, etc and never lays a hand on Mike again unlike someone *cough* Catra *cough* Sorry this got kinda long, I just love talking about my boys. If you're curious to read it just DM me and I'll send you the link!

#spop critical #spop salt #anti spop #spop discourse #spop criticism #spop crit #anti catra #antic//a #anti catradora #anti c//a

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the-himawari · 2 years ago

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A3! Sumeragi Tenma - Translation [SSR] MANKAI Feature (3/3)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Izumi: Wow, Rio’s costume certainly suits you to a tee!

Tenma: Of course it does. Name a costume that I don’t look good in.

Izumi: Fufu, you got me there. I’m looking forward to a Rio who’s cool as always… But also a bit cute!

Tenma: Yeah. Leave it to me.

-pause-

Rio [Tenma]: “*Sigh*, I’m bored~. Is Jack going to come home yet…” “…Ah, that’s right. I have a new toy ball he bought me.” “Here we go…!”

-pause-

Jack: “I’m home.”

Rio [Tenma]: “!”

Jack: “!? W-what the heck…! The room’s a mess!”

Rio [Tenma]: “C-crap! I got lost in playing, so I just…!”

Jack: “Don’t tell me a thief broke in…!? No, wait. Hold on.” “The cotton is popping out from this cushion and this newspaper’s in tatters… Rio, are you the one who did this?”

Rio [Tenma]: “I-I’m sorry, Jack… but I was just…”

Jack: “Why did you do this… You’ve always been a good boy who could watch the home, weren’t you!?” “Bad boy, Rio!”

Rio [Tenma]: “…! *Whimper*….!”

*runs away*

Jack: “Ah, wait, Rio…!”

Izumi: (Rio got scolded by Jack. He couldn’t handle it, so he ran out the house…)

-pause-

Rio [Tenma]: “There’s no need to get so mad… I was just a little rowdy with my playing.” “Except, I think I did tear Jack’s favourite cushion…” “And I might have threw around his freshly washed socks…” “But, in my defense! I’m always a good boy, so he didn’t have to get that mad…”

Izumi: (As he trudged forward slowly, dejectedly reflecting on his actions—.)

Koro [Yuki]: “…Oh, Rio?”

Rio [Tenma]: “Koro…”

Koro [Yuki]: “What’s going on? You’re not with Jack?”

Rio [Tenma]: “…I don’t know Jack.”

Koro [Yuki]: “What’s up? Did something happen?”

Rio [Tenma]: “…I had a fight with him.”

Koro [Yuki]: “Huh? You and Jack?”

Man: “*Sigh*, what a pickle. Where in the world did it fall? I thought I dropped it around here, but…”

Koro [Yuki]: “Huh, that person… I guess he lost something? He looks troubled.”

Rio [Tenma]: “Oh no! Ah…” “…”

Izumi: (Rio hesitates when he’s about to help someone in need.)

Policeman: “What seems to be the matter?”

Man: “Ahh, so you see, I lost something…!”

Policeman: “Mhm. What sort of item is it? When did you realize you dropped it?”

Koro [Yuki]: “That’s good. A policeman came to the rescue.” “That’s strange though. Normally, Rio would be the first to jump in to save the day.”

Rio [Tenma]: “…It’s true that Jack’s a police officer and I’m his dog. And so I try my best to keep my head up high. But right now…” “…I’m not going to be a good boy today. I’ll do what I want.”

Koro [Yuki]: “Hmm…”

Little girl: “*Cries*… *cries*…”

Rio [Tenma]: “? The sound of crying…?”

Koro [Yuki]: “It’s that little girl over there!”

Rio [Tenma]: “…No, this has nothing to do with me. That little girl doesn’t bother me or anything…”

Little girl: “Someone… *sob*… please…”

Rio [Tenma]: “…! …Urgh…” “Nope, I can’t do this! I can’t just ignore her!”

*runs off*

Koro [Yuki]: “Ah. Hold on, Rio!”

-pause-

Rio [Tenma]: “Woof! What’s wrong!”

Little girl: “*Sob*… a doggie… My balloon flew away and got caught in a tree…”

Rio [Tenma]: “In a tree? Ah, that one? Uh oh. It looks like it’s going to get blown away by the wind any minute now.”

Koro [Yuki]: “But it’s so high up. It’s impossible for dogs like us…!”

Little girl: “Wahhh… my balloon…”

Rio [Tenma]: “Don’t worry. I’ll retrieve it for you.”

Koro [Yuki]: “Are you serious?”

Rio [Tenma]: “I’ll manage somehow if I try my best! Here goes nothing… woof!”

*jumps*

Izumi: (And so, Rio did a big jump and climbed the tree using his willpower.)

Rio [Tenma]: “Guh, just a little higher…” “Okay, I grabbed it!”

*jumps down*

Rio [Tenma]: “Phew…! Here’s your balloon.”

Little girl: “Wow, that’s amazing! Thank you! What a cool doggie!”

Rio [Tenma]: “Don’t mention it. Don’t let it go again if it’s important to you, alright?”

Koro [Yuki]: “Heh~, good job.”

Mother: “Amy! Good heavens, there you are!”

Jack: “Rio!”

Rio [Tenma]: “Ah, Jack…!”

Amy: “Mama! This doggie got my balloon that got stuck in a tree!”

Mother: “Oh my. Thank you…! What a kind and brave dog you are.”

Jack: “…That’s my dog who I’m proud of.”

Rio [Tenma]: “…!”

Amy: “Thank you so much, doggies! Bye bye!”

Mother: “Thank you very much.”

Rio [Tenma]: “No problem. See you.”

Koro [Yuki]: “Bye.”

Jack: “…I’m sorry, Rio.” “Even you have times where you want to be naughty, or act rowdy and play with all your might.” “I’m the one who caused you to feel bored, so I shouldn’t have gotten angry.”

Rio [Tenma]: “Jack…”

Jack: “Even if you’re naughty and mess up the room sometimes, you’re my beloved, adorable and cool dog who I’m proud of.”

Rio [Tenma]: “…!” “Jack… m-me too…”

Koro [Yuki]: “It looks like you’re trying to hide your embarrassment, but your tail is wagging like crazy. Caught in 4K.”

Rio [Tenma]: “Quiet, you…!”

-pause-

TV: “Come on, let’s go!” “Arf!” “This is delicious and hydrating after moving around so much!”

Kumon: You look sooo cool! I love how refreshing this commercial is!

Kazunari: I’m with ya! It’s totes blowing up ♪

Muku: Albert looks really cute too, doesn’t he?

Yuki: Yeah, he does. Both of them have a great look on their faces.

Misumi: Both Tenma and Albert look like they’re smiling and having fun~.

Tenma: Hmph, naturally. The shoot was fun. Thankfully, this commercial looks like it’s pretty popular like Kazunari said.

Izumi: Fufu, that’s great. The Rio spin-off is as well. It’s a big hit. We received lots of comments saying Rio isn’t just cool, but also cute when he messes up and pouts.

Tenma: I was like that as a kid, as well as Albert… so I thought Rio was probably the same way. Perfection isn’t everything. Isn’t that right?

Izumi: (…It’s because Tenma-kun is the way he is now that he can say that.) Yeah, that’s right.

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#a3!#a3! translation #sumeragi tenma #act! addict! actors!#ahhhh sorry for the delay #life's just hectic rn #hopefully it'll calm down soon (copium)

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charliedawn · 2 years ago

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The sad bois (TM) are the main slashers and characters of this blog, because all of you are sad and all of you deserve pets

So here's my list sorry if it's a bit long

Freddy - Hairless Cat, they look like rotisserie chickens and are one of the most affectionate breeds (also sometimes they occasionally grow hair but in patches and I feel like that weirdness suits him)

Michael- Maine Coon they are fucking massive and they fit his vibe

Jason - Newfoundland, big aquatic and loyal, will save him if encounters water

Brahms - Border Collie Lab Mix, Loyalty of the Lab as well as the affection and clinginess of the border Collie, it will never leave him alone

Penny - Komodo Dragon I refuse to elaborate

Pennywise - Doberman, scary and defensive on the outside but cares about family and very docile if approached and trained correctly

The Horde - St Bernard, I feel like all of them would love it and they provide great emotional support

Bo - Bassett Hound, a good hunting dog and companion, when they lay down they look like they're melting

Vincent - Xolo dog, Also Hairless but excellent emotional support dogs, their skin retains warmth and they're very comforting to hug

Lester - Opossum, weird cat will never leave and sometimes bring trash

Hannibal Sr - Tarantula, I also refuse to elaborate

Hannibal Jr - Small Alligator, toothy and honestly a great gaurd dog

Morgan - Python or Venomous snake, He could teach it to attack on command and they'd make a great deadly duo

Kevin - He already has a pet but he is on the list because I feel bad excluding him

Peter - Sugar Glider, it fits him, it's cute and eats fruit, it's also incredibly soft and affectionate and will love him no matter what

And that ladies and gentlemen in the list of Sad Bois and possible pets

Freddy : "...What is that ? An ugly rat ? It looks deformed."

The cat *hisses at him*

Him : "Yeah. Back at ya, Garry." *he already named it**likes it but doesn't want to admit it*

Jason *staring at the cat*

The cat *staring back at him*

Michael *smiles**he likes it*

Jason *smiles* : "Thank you. But...I hope it won't eat my frogs."

Brahms *opens his arms wide and the dog literally tackles him to the ground*

Penny *stucks his tongue out and giggles when the komodo dragon does the same*: "I LIKE HIM !"

Pennywise : "Oh great...Another Penny. He's too active for me. I need my naps." *still wakes up every morning to take him on a walk*

Hedwig : "DOGGIE !" *hugs the St Bernard*

Jade : "WE'RE KEEPING IT !"

Patricia : "Now, wait a minute—!"

Jade : "IT WASN'T A QUESTION !"

Dennis *wearing a mask* : "THE GERMS !"

Bo : "...What am I supposed to do with that short-legged muppet exactly ? He is no huntin' dog. He couldn't catch sh*t." *still smiles when the dog starts sniffing his shoe* "...Cute though. Well, I guess I have no choice but to take ya home, huh buddy ?" *picks him up*

Vincent *stares at the dog and pets it*

(I'll do the Hannibals separately, If you don't mind sending your request again ?)

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wonderinglostsoul · 2 years ago

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Chapter 3: Criminal Minds fanfic

Continuation of my Criminal minds fanfic. I really suck at titles. Anyway, you can read it in wattpad.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You are an FBI agent with a past and you were about to enter the BAU.

Trigger warning: BAU stuff like killing, violence, assault, mention of rape and suicide. I tried not to get too graphic with the description

Masterlist

JJ and Morgan went to the crime scene while Spence and Dave go to the medical examiner. You and Hotch went to the police station. You set up the evidence on the board while Hotch was reading the initial ME report. All of the victims was tortured first before they were killed.

“The unsub is organized and sadistic.” Hotch said. Still reading the medical report.

“Yes, I wonder why does he needs to torture them? Is that part of the sexual gratification?” You asked him.

“Yes, when he torture the victim he was able to satisfy himself as well.” Hotch answered.

“And all of the victims was last seen on a bar on a friday. And would disposed the body at the middle of the week.” You told him. You were reading the medical report too when Hotch asked you.

“What else can you say about the MO and the unsub based on the ME report.” Hotch asked you. He was like a teacher giving a graded recitation.

“Hmmm, based on the ME report there are no defensive wounds so the victims was tied during the torture and they cannot fight the unsub.” You answered.

“Good, what else?” Hotch was pressing.

“I also dont see any blitz attack on them or anything that can subdue the victim. So the victims might have come with the unsub willingly.”

“Very good, [Y/L]. We need to check the cctv of the bar to see if there are any clue on who is the unsub. Please call, Garcia.” Hotch told you. You call Garcia to ask for the security footage. While Hotch called the rest of the team to visit the bar where the victims was last seen.

“Come on, we will visit the bar our last victim went.” Hotch told you. You followed him into the SUV.

You were quiet on the way. Then Hotch asked you about your gun.

“So where do you hide your gun?” He asked, you were puzzled what he was talking about but realize he meant your snipping gun.

“Ahh, it was at the back of the SUV.” You answered. Pointing at the pack with your thumb.

“When did you learn to snipe.” He asked you again.

“I actually cannot remember anymore. I first hold a gun when I was a kid.” You told him.

“That young, your dad’s a cop?” He asked.

“No, he was in interpol” You answered. You glanced at him and see that he was surprised.

“He died,” You continued. “He and my mom, they died in a crash.”

“ I am sorry.” He said.

“Its fine,” You said. You look away. You are not yet keen to open up your sad past to anyone much more with you boss. Good thing you are already at your destination.

You and Hotch entered the bar. It was almost empty. The bartender was cleaning up the glass as you approach. You introduced yourself and show him your badge.

“What can I do for the FBI?” He asked.

“Do you recognize this woman?” You show him the picture of the latest victim.

“Ahh yes, Anne Boyle. She is a regular here. Always one with the boys. She was a little boyish but you know she was so beautiful.” The bartender answered. She looks at you for a moment and then remarked “Just like you. I bet you look beautiful in a dress and make up.”

You and Hotch glanced at each other. Now you both realize at to what extent you fit the victimology.

“When was the last time you saw her.” you continue asking.

“Last friday night. She was here alone, you know capping a busy week with a couple of beers.” He answered.

“Do you remember if someone approach her that night?” Hotch asked this time.

“Yes, Andrew Smith.” The bartender said.

“What did they talked about?” I asked back.

“I actually did not hear but Anna seems to be smitten. They went out together.” The bartender said.

“One more thing,” You said “Is she wearing a red dress and read shoes?”

“Anna? NO! She is a tshirt and pants kind of girl. She hates dresses.” The Bartender said with a laugh.

“Thank you.” You said.

You and Hotch went back to the SUV. You were quiet again, thinking about the case. Hotch breaks the silence.

“Are you okay?” He asked you.

“Yeah, just thinking about this case.” You answered, still not feeling it.

“You dont have to worry.” Hotch said. “We will protect you.”

You finally look at him. He glanced at you and gave you a little smile. He looks like a different person whenever he smiles.

“Thank you!” You said, smiling back at him.

You arrived at the station and the rest of the team was there. Hotch gathered all the information that you’ve got on the bar and one name emerge, Andrew Smith.

The police invited Mr. Smith to the station, Morgan and Rossi was doing the interrogation. They were asking him about the night of the disappearances and his alibi but he was not cooperating. Then Hotch receives a call, another woman has disappeared. He called Morgan and Rossi to tell them the new development.

“There is another victim. Her family reported her missing this morning.” Hotch said.

“But it is not yet Friday, how are we sure that this is related to this?” Morgan asked.

“The police said that he was last seen at the bar with Andrew Smith.” Hotch answered.

“So all of this was related to this man.” Rossi added. He gets his cellphone and dialed Garcia’s number.

“I thought you all have forgotten me and just let me rot in this cave.” She said sadly.

“We are sorry, Garcia.” Rossi comforted her. “But can you find anything with Andrew Smith?”

“Andrew Smith” Garcia said. You can hear the clicking of the keyboard in the background. “He is a local there. His family owns a farm house in the rural area.

He is an athlete when he was in highschool but oh…” Garcia trailed.

“What is it baby girl?” Morgan asked.

“He was expelled because of a raped allegation on one of his classmate. Christine Stan.” Garcia answered. “Christine killed herself leaving only a suicide note detailing the assault”

“Does Christine looked like our victims.”Rossi asked.

“Yes, they have a resemblance. I sent the details on your tablet.” Garcia said.

“Thanks, Penelope.” Rossi ended the call. The picture arrives at your tablet. Upon seeing her, you noticed the resemblance immediately. The hair color, facial feature, body type. You even have the same tshirt she was wearing at the picture at home. with this, you have an idea on how to force the suspect to talk.

“I want to go in.” You said. The 3 men look at you. They were contemplating. “I resemble her, might as well used that to our advantage.”

“I’ll come in with you” Hotch offered.

“No, if there is another man there, he will be intimidated and will not talk.” You said, You can see that he is worried, in fact even Morgan and Rossi is worried.

“I’ll ask JJ to come with you.” Hotch said going out of the room. You shake your head in frustration. Why cant he trust you with anything. You are not a weak little girl. You are an FBI agent. But you cannot do anything, he is still the boss. So you waited for JJ and when she arrives both of you went inside the interrogation room. As you expected, the suspect’s demeanor changed the moment he saw you. He started crying and provided all the information that you needed. You asked him where he bring the victims.

“They did not come with me.” He said.

“So what happened when you got them outside?” You asked puzzled.

“We just talked for a little while, make out thats it and the I left them. They were so angry after that but I cannot make myself to bring them somewhere and have sex so I just took off.” He said sheepishly. You know he was telling the truth. His demeanor does not match the unsub because in your mind the unsub would not break even with the site of someone like you. You and JJ exited the room to talked to everyone.

“I dont think he is the unsub.” JJ said.

“I agree.” You seconded. “His physical attributes might much our unsub but his mental state? He cannot do any of that. He started crying just by seeing me.” You added.

“I think we can deliver the profile.” Hotch said. “[Y/N], I think you can lead this one.”

Infront of the the Las Vegas PD you deliver your first profile.

“Our unsub is a white male in there 30s. Has some kind of connection with a woman named Christine Stan and Andrew Smith. He follows Mr. Smith on his trip to the bar and pick up the girls that he left there. He is physically fit and cannot be easily intimidated. He is also good looking and charismatic because he can easily manipulates his victim to come with him without anything to subdue them. You have to start checking every person that has a relation with Christine Stan to crack this case. Thank you!” The police started to disperse and start investigating.

Aaron approach the head of the PD to get Christine’s case file while Morgan calls Garcia to check the people related to her. Reid was studying the map to find any connection while JJ and Rossi was talking to some officer. You thought that maybe Andrew can provide you with more information if you do a cognitive interview so you went back to the interrogation room alone. His eyes light up when he saw you.

“Andrew, I wanted to try something with you. I want you to close your eyes and remember that night you were with Jessica (Latest victim). what do you hear?” You asked.

“I hear the muffled sound of the bar outside. There are groups of people arriving. They were talking and laughing.” He said while his eyes were closed.

“Good! Thats good. While you were talking to Jessica do you notice anyone around around you, a car, or someone that closely monitoring you.”

“Yes, it was a sedan, alittle bit older. It arrived the same time as I did but the driver did not go out. When I left I got a glimpse of the driver door opening but I did not see what happens after that” He said. Then he slowly opened his eyes.

“Do you remember anything from the car. Make, model, plate number?” You continue asking.

“It was a black american made car. Las Vegas plate. I remember 843 but thats all.” He answered.

“Thank you very much!” You were about to stand up when Andrew get a hold of your hand and pulled you closer. The half part of your body slammed at the table. Suddenly the door opened and Hotch emerges at the door. You can see that he was furious. He pulled you away from Andrew and you stand away from the table. Reid was at the door as well waiting to assist if needed. Hotch looks furiously at Andrew. He glanced at you and ask if you were okay. You said yes even if you lower right ribs hurt after it slammed on the table. You all went out and asked Garcia to find someone who owns the car as described by Andrew.

“The owner is Micheal Tate. He was at the same high school with Andrew and Christine. Ohhh they were on the same class. I also got Christines suicide note and she mentioned Michael there. I sent the copy to your tablets. I also sent his house and work address.” Garcia said.

“Thanks Garcia” you said. You read the note. Christine was thanking Michael for always being her only friend and she was sorry to leave him.

“Morgan and Reid you go to his house. JJ, Rossi you come with me and check his work place.” Aaron said.

“What about me?” You asked.

“You stay here.” He said with conviction. You went closer with him and whispered trying not to undermine his authority infront of the team.

“Come on, Hotch. I am not a kid. I am more valuable out there than to stay here. Besides I am the one who got you all that detail. Have a little faith in me.” You said as low as possible but still with conviction. He looked at you in the eye and then nod.

“Fine, go with Morgan and Reid.” He said. You half smiled and went with your team.

On the way, you did not see any place where you can set up your sniper. So you just join Morgan and Reid in the house but he was not there. Reid called you in his room and saw old photos of Christine and the unsub. He made an altar for her.

You investigate inside the room when you noticed a shed outside the window. You saw movement so you tell Morgan and Reid about it. When they look at the window the unsub started running into the woods. You called back up and opened the window to follow the unsub. You figure it was faster then going around the house.

“REID! GO TO THE SHED AND CHECK IF THE VICTIM WAS THERE.” You shouted while running. You can still see the unsub but he has a huge head start with you.

“STOP OR I’LL SHOOT. “ You shouted at him 3 time. when he did not stop, you shot him aiming for his legs. But due to the recoil of the gun, your ribs ache again and you missed him.

“Damn it!” You exclaimed under your breathe. The unsub was able to hide through the trees and vegetation. You slowly approached, gun raised. You walk carefully scanning every tree and leaves. You saw a movement on your periphery then with a snap you turn and pointed the gun. The unsub froze in shock.

“Show me your hands and kneel on the ground.” You said. He looked at you and he seems to recognize you. So you slowly lowering your weapon so he could get a look at your face. Then all of a sudden he smiled and bolted again in a run. You tried to follow him but he was gone already. He knows the forest more than you do. You can hear Morgan near the place the unsub was gone so you went there. You were able to see Morgan but not the unsub.

You radio the rest of Vegas PD to search for Michael. You and Morgan went back to join Reid. He was with the victim. They were riding the ambulance. Morgan called Hotch and told him what happened. Hotch said it was fine and both of you should go back to the station and think of another approach to catch the unsub.

On the car Morgan asked if you were okay. It is somehow disheartening that all of them has to take care of you within this case. You feel so vulnerable.

“I am fine. I am sorry I let him slip.” You said somehow feeling guilty.

“That is not your fault. He knows the whole place more than we do. He might have a escape plan all along” Morgan tried to comfort you.

“You, Hotch and the rest of the team, you all have to babysit me throughout the case. You always ask if I was ok or if I need company. I just feel worthless” You said.

“Thats not true. We know the unsub because of you. Without your ideas we might not be able to identify who he is”

“Reid can, he will for sure,” You said jokingly.

“But you beat him to it.” Morgan teases. You smiled at him.

“Thank you!” You said to him.

You arrived at the station before the rest of the team. Hotch’s team drop by at the hospital first to check on the victim. You were inside the police station when you noticed that you left your phone in the car.

“Morgan! Can I borrow the key? I forgot my phone on the car.” You told him. He handed you the key but get the attention of one of the officer.

“Hey, man can you accompany Agent [Y/N] to the car?” The officer was hesitant because he was busy but still agreed. When you were at the entrance and Morgan was not looking, you told the officer that you can go alone and that the car was just there in the front. He asked you if it is ok and you said yes so he went back inside. You arrived at the car and open the passenger seat. You found your phone in the chair. It might have fell out of your pocket. When you closed the door someone struck you from behind. Before you lost your consciousness, you saw that your attacker was the unsub

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