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larvaem1lk · 1 year

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talk too much

ellie williams x reader

🦋 ok so. this is kinda a little bit based off of me because when i’m around someone i really like i will talk their head off & just be annoying overall LOL. anyway, just reader being a lil too talkative while ellie’s trying to work ! but at the end she just gives in bc she loves her gf duhh

🦋 um no warnings !! thanks for reading :-*

(also sorry if ur name is miranda, kristy or ashlin. i just picked names off the top of my head whoops)

ellie’s sat at her desk typing on her computer, with a textbook open and desktop lamp casting a soft golden yellow across the thick pages. you’re in a chair beside her, the type with wheels that roll around, chatting and giggling about nonsense. you’re chirpy and awfully energetic being that it was midnight.

since you hadn’t seen your favorite green eyed girl all day, you walked in her dorm worried and confused. though the feeling quickly subsided as you saw her slumped over her desk, eyes glued to the large book in front of her.

greeting her with a quick peck to the cheek, you immediately plopped down on her bed and began rambling about your day, your girlfriend being the perfect person to tell all your thoughts to.

that was about three hours ago, and you were still here, talking and flying through the clouds in your own little world, practically annoying ellie at this point.

you were filling her in on the drama now, but ellie was too busy absorbing information about stars and celestial bodies and the universe. she’d give the occasional ‘mhm’, or ‘oh okay…’ in attempts to seem interested, yet her efforts went unnoticed.

“yeah like i was saying, i just can’t believe that miranda found kristy and ashlin in the bathroom…together? i mean it’s kristina, stuck up and bitchy kristina who i’m sure was straight. that girl—yeah. but then it’s like, i don’t understand what position they’d have to be in for both of them to be on the wall… you know? i dunno! shits crazy, el. like batshit fucking mad. utterly ridiculous. off the charts. luludelulu. like-” you giggle, finding the words coming out your mouth silly and slightly embarrassing.

ellie blows a stale laugh through her nose, hoping that’d satisfy you as she was completely lost in whatever you were talking about. something about girls on girls, but she wasn’t interested. if it didn’t relate to you on top of her, or vice versa, she didn’t care.

she nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned over the tiny words of the textbook, brows furrowing as she was in deep thought. though she couldn't really focus due to the sound of a pen clicking nonstop. she gives you a glance and mumbles, “you have any work to do babe?” the sound quite literally driving her insane.

you tap the pen on the table now, pretending to draw love hearts around ellie’s name. “mmm, no. i don’t know. i just wanna be with you right now,”

“hm, okay.” ellie widens her eyes while letting a sigh slip out. this was going to be a loonngg night.

you twirl around in the chair for a while, humming a melody before another topic comes to mind. ellie doesn’t even say anything, pleased that you moved on from the pen to humming.

“anyway. i’ve been thinking…” you trail off, eyes meeting the ceiling as you tilted your head to the side in wonder. ellie hums flatly, lifting her head to the computer screen as she begins typing.

“…when we get married one day,” you begin, and ellie hums with more interest in her voice. okay, you were talking about marriage now. not between kristy and ashlin, but you and her. see, she was paying attention.

“y’think it would be on the beach? or, i dunno. maybe… like homey, set up in our cute backyard, once we get a house of course—with like, dina and jesse and joel and my people. just family. oh! oh my gosh! yeah it should definitely be in our backyard. that’s so cute. that’s cute, right el?”

“totally.” ellie agreed, leaning forward to squint through the white noise of the computer.

you chuckle at the monotone of her voice, wheeling forward to get a closer look at her. “totally, she said. when has ellie williams ever said totally?”

“now.” she responds, and somehow her comment is even funnier. you swing your feet back and forth, babbling on.

“ooh, what about las vegas? you know we’ll be eating good. like, good ellie. i think gordon ramsay has a restaurant there. or what if we get married in paris!” you practically squeal, scooting closer to your girlfriend.

you’re only quiet for a few seconds, eyes flitting over her scattered desk before another idea comes to mind. “oh, the eiffel tower… wait! wait.” you place a hand on her shoulder, fingers tapping against the soft material of her hoodie as you try to gather your thoughts.

there’s a brief moment of silence, and ellie’s mind feels calmer. cooler. she exhales a small slip of breath, letting her fingers type efficiently against the keys. besides that, the dorm is quiet. she could even hear the crickets outside chirping. finally. ellie thinks.

don’t get her wrong, she loved your rambles. your rants. your voice in general. but right now she was in work mode, 76% immersed in the material as the other 24% was for you.

that number was slowly ticking down with each second longer you stayed quiet, her completely focused on studying and only studying. she’s glad you took a break though. allowing your voice to rest, taking a moment to soak in the stillness—

“oh my fucking gosh! italy! we should get married in italy!”

nevermind.

ellie flinches. she flinches so hard that a cramp forms in her neck, squeezing and throbbing with a heat that burns through her upper back. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, rubbing at the spot. it’s like a tiny ringing appears in her ears at the sound of your voice; you’re babbling now, eyes wide as you shake ellie’s shoulder in excitement.

she lets you shake her as she tries to turn to you, tense and cautious of your next possible outburst.

“baby,” she says in an attempt to calm you, but you don’t hear her. obviously. too busy arranging wedding plans in your head.

“just—imagine the love, the romance. oh ellie, i really think we should do it! we’re gonna have to fly everyone out, and—ohhh the food…”

she smiles, feeling her heart swell against her chest. you were the cutest thing. oh, she was being such a dick. just let your girl ramble about wedding plans ellie, is your studying really that important?

yes. it was. so important in that all of the knowledge she had consumed tonight was to be used for a huge exam tomorrow that she could not fail. she couldn't fail. i can’t fail it.

but look at you, with your big bright smile, and your pretty sparkly eyes. the way you’re so excited about marrying her makes her wanna kiss you. kiss you. oh shit, that’s it.

“oh my gosh ellie, the food. would it be stupid to serve pizza? ‘cause y’know, some people don’t like pasta. but we’re in italy, and it’s literally… so like…everyone loves pizza! ugh, what should we serve?! and who the fuck doesn’t like pasta? hey, d’yknow if dina or joel—”

you’re cut off when her lips meet yours abruptly, both of her hands grab each side of your face to pull you closer. the kiss doesn’t deepen. it doesn’t escalate. your lips are just pressed to hers for a very, long time.

you try to wiggle free but ellie doesn’t let go. your lips smush together when you try to talk, and ellie sighs internally. the only thing you had done all night was talk, talk, talk. ellie didn’t wanna be mean, but damn, what else did you have to say?

she pulls away with an agitated groan, and you try to catch your breath while licking your lips.

“wha—what was that for? i was talking—”

“yeah, babe. you were talking. give it a rest, alright? geez,” she shakes her head and sighs out a breathy laugh before turning back over to her computer. “i can’t focus with you in my ear like that.” she mutters, not realizing that she’d just stabbed a knife through your heart.

you’re quiet, cheeks burning in embarrassment. you bounce your leg as you stare at the side of her face before looking at her computer, a wave of sadness creeping over you.

a few minutes pass, and it’s still quiet. too quiet. your mind is still whirring and picturing the perfect wedding for you and your girlfriend, and all you wanna do is talk about it. talk, talk, talk.

you bite your lip to prevent any sudden outbursts or peeps that might irritate ellie. you fiddle with your hands in your lap, and when ellie glances over to your pitiful frame, she frowns.

okay… shit. maybe i kinda fucked up. lemme see what’s wrong.

she types out the final words of her sentence before turning to face you, tilting her head to see your facial expression as your head is hung low.

“hey, babe,” she whispers, and you lift your head with a sigh.

“hm.” is all you say, your spark dimmed and nearing burnout.

ellie places a hand on your knee. her hand is cold and rough, which makes a ding go off in your mind.

“you know they say cold hands mean a warm heart.” you mumble, eyes shifting down to your fingers to continue fiddling with them. you had to let it slip it out, whether she liked it or not. you were sure after this that you’d keep your responses to a minimum, though.

ellie chuckles. you were always the type to say little phrases like that. “yeah? who’s they? ‘cause i dunno if that’s really true—”

“it is true! and don’t ask me. that’s what they always say… and it’s really true, because your—” you cut yourself off, a faint smile on your lips, but it soon falls once you realize you were supposed to be giving the almost silent treatment.

“…well? i’m intrigued now. you can’t just leave me hangin’ like that y’know.”

“ellie… i’ll tell you later.”

“later? why not now?”

you shrug, and ellie scoffs.

“hey, don’t be like that, i wanna know!” she nudges your arm with a smile, trying to pick up your mood. your facial expression remains, unamused.

“okay,” ellie sits up straighter and faces her desk to slam her computer, her book right after. that gets your attention, your head whipping up in confusion. she turns back to you, intent on giving you her undivided attention.

“alright. talk to me.”

you groan, trying to refrain from smiling. “ellie, i can’t-”

“you can.”

“but i was being really rude while you were working, and then you told me to basically shut up so i—“

ellie feels regret bubble in the pit of her chest, sizzling and erupting into her veins. she felt hot now. guilty.

damn, i really fucked up. “babe, i-i didn’t…” she pauses as she slides a hand down her face. “i didn’t tell you to shut up. not... in that way. i was just, a little overwhelmed, that’s all. i’m sorry, okay? truly. you know i love it when you talk to me. so… c’mon. lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”

you feel bashful, eyelashes fluttering as your gaze meets the floor. you wanna give in, you really want to… but you quickly shake your head, no. she’s gotta finish her work. “but… you need to work, el. i told you i’ll just tell you later.”

her brows furrow, “uh, what work? right now is dedicated to me and my girl.” her green eyes shimmer a silver in the glow of the lamplight as she searches your face, and you feel shy under her gaze, your heart beating a little bit faster. you sigh quietly, a grin finding itself on your lips. “you sure?”

ellie shrugs. “of course. tell me allll about it.” she rests her elbow on her desk while leaning her head in her hand.

“okay.” you beam, starting another one of your rambles. ellie can’t help but stare at you in awe.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x reader fluff

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away-ward · 9 months

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Relief

Summary: After a nightmare, Emory finds relief in her safe haven. based on a prompt list a friend sent me: physical touch to feel safe.

Emory

Sunlight streams in through the round bay window in the living room, but it doesn’t warm my skin. I know, without reason to, that it is a summer and I am alone. Grand-mere is already gone, and the chill of the home, empty of her, sinks into my bones.

I look around the house that I grew up in. Everything is exactly the same as it was before. All the furniture is arranged just how Martin likes it. Perfect, not a pillow out of place or a speck of dust on the mantle.

I shouldn't be here.

Despite the heavy feeling settling in my stomach, I approach the stairs as I always do, placing my hand on the railing worn smooth through three generations of my family, listening for the familiar creaks in the floor boards.

At the top of the stairs is my brother's room. The door is cracked open, but it's too dark to see inside. I ignore it, rounding the banister toward my room, even though I know Martin turned into something else, a gym or an office. I never learned what exactly.

Wait. Martin always keeps his door closed.

I inch back around, peering into the deep shadows beyond the door. My gut churns, my instincts trying to tell me something I can't understand. Inside, there's a thump – the sound of boots hitting the floor.

It's him.

I rear back, stumbling and grabbing for something - anything - to keep upright. I need to go.

I shouldn’t be here.

I don’t want to be here.

Through the panic, I hear a woman's voice calls out. “Emory?"

“Alex?” I answer, confused. Turning around and scanning the hall, I see a light at the end, in my grandma's room. Why is she here? She shouldn’t be here.

The floor above me creaks, footsteps moving around the attic, along with muffled voices. Who's up there? There shouldn't be anyone up there; all that's there is my family's old furniture and clothes.

Behind me, more thumps, heavy and familiar; a warning. Martin never did creep. He liked me to know when he was coming. Alex calls my name again from down the hall, followed by feminine laughter. Rika and Banks and Winter are with her.

My vision slows and the world tilts.

He shot Alex. I remember it. The blood, her pale face, the rage of everyone.

How I couldn't stop it.

He has his gun now. The knowledge of this is inescapable.

So is the knowledge that he’s going to kill all of them and leave me alone again. It’ll be all my fault because I didn’t stop him when I should have.

I charge towards the door with the light, ready to physically drag each one out of the room to safety. I pass my room and stop. A much larger body stands by the window, lighting a candle. It's fire glows warm against the inky black night behind the glass.

When did it get dark?

Will. He sets the candle gently on the sill.

He shouldn’t be here, either. I rush in to grab him, my fingers hooking around the back of his white shirt like claws, bunching the stiff material.

“Will. We have to go. Go downstairs.”

Will turns around and smiles. And his smile is everything. It’s bright neon lights and ocean spray and that feeling of reaching the crest of a roller coaster right before it plummets to the bottom and it’s the feeling of free falling, stomach in your throat before the track swoops up again.

“Em,” he says, cupping face with both hands. His thumbs brush across my cheekbones, and he tilts his head, still smiling. "My little Emmy."

“Will,” I mumble. Inexplicably, I feel less anxious. Why was I so nervous before? Will is here. Everything is going to be okay.

But we’re being hunted. I hear the thumps of his boots coming down the hall.

I open my mouth to alert Will, to tell him about the girls and the voices upstairs, who I now know are the Horsemen. They're in danger too. Before I can say anything, the footsteps stop.

We’ve been caught. I turn out of Will's hold to face the hunter.

Martin stands in the doorway in his black police uniform, gun in hand. He looks exactly as he did when I was a kid, still young. I shake my head, silently asking him to go away, to save us this pain.

He raises the gun. I shuffle to cover as much of Will as I can, pulling him behind me as Martin pulls the trigger. There’s a boom, but not a crack, as the bullet leaves the barrel.

It hits me. I know it rips my stomach and back, but I’m not hurt. I feel nothing. I don't even bleed in spite of the gapping hole.

Will’s hurt.

Will’s white shirt turns red, expanding and darkening as his knees bend and give out and he falls forward into my arms and the floor creaks as Martin moves on and Will's eyes are so green as they widen and–

My eyes slam open, lungs sucking in a sharp breath as if I hadn't been breathing before. All I see are shadows. Slowly, the room starts to take shape. The nightstand on Will's side, the art on the wall, and the doors that leads to the master en suite. My rapid heartbeat carries on as I convince myself the danger isn’t real.

I hadn’t had a nightmare the entire time we stayed at the old Victorian before giving the keys to Micah and Rory, so why now? In fact, I hardly ever thought of Martin. When I did, it wasn’t with fear. I felt sorry for him and what we lost because of his sickness. Seeing Will with his family - both of them - brought to light the potential Martin and I could have had if things had been different.

Will breathes deeply, still asleep. One of my hands rests on his chest, near his neck. I move across the cool sheets, tucking into his side, throwing an arm over his torso, and entangled my legs with his. He shifts, wrapping an arm tight around me. Every night, I fall asleep on my side, with him curled around me, but wake up every day wrapped around him just like this. I don’t think he minds, since kissing every inch of my body he can reach is his preferred method of waking up.

He jokes about breakfast being the most important meal of the day. Stupid. God, I love him.

I can’t get the image of his dark, bloody shirt out of my head. But he’s warm and solid under me, breathing evenly, happy in his dreams. I move my head to his chest and listen to his strong heartbeat.

I need more.

Pressing my lips against his skin, centering on one of the tattoos on his pec, I let the warmth seep in.

It’s not enough.

I open my mouth and rake my teeth down, nipping at the end and then licking the area.

He moans, shifting around me. Waking up. I hold my breath in anticipation. His throat move as he releases a low moan, and his hands, relaxed before, now grip my hips firmly and move me up over him, setting me down right where he likes me.

“Mmm,” he rumbles, his voice dry and raspy and deep from sleep, “this is usually my job.”

I lean down to labor over his abs, working my way up. I smile at the way his stomach quakes beneath me. “Take the morning off.”

He chuckles and gives me free rein of his body, letting me go wherever I please. Eventually, the images from my nightmare fade. The warmth of his skin, his touch, his sounds, they calm me. When I'm done, I curl up, still wrapped around him as he holds me close. I can close my eyes, feeling peaceful and content.

He’s safe. We’re safe.

I've been sitting on this for a few months. I really wanted to experiment with dreams and how they make sense when we're in them, even if they don't make sense at all? Not sure if I nailed it. I was also so focused on that aspect that I wasn't sure if I brought enough of Em's voice in. I'm sure I could have taken this in a different direction and captured her more. Anyway, because of these reasons, I hesitated on posting. But it's been in the drafts and it hasn't gotten any better, so I think it's time to post regardless of my doubts. Let me know what you all think. As always, I appreciate you're time. Thank you so much. Hope you're having a great week so far. With love!

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#devil's night series stuff #emory scott #will grayson iii #willemmy #my fic #devil's night series

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3vhasashi · 2 days

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𝒯𝗼𝗼 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 — 𝖱𝖺𝗀𝗇𝖺𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

I had “Too Sweet” by Hozier in mind as I wrote this, so please be aware that a significant part of the storyline is based on it. I apologize in advance as English is not my first language. Thank you for your attention and good reading :)

Warnings: Sex, fingering, explicit language, abandonment, mention of kidnapping.

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Long months had passed since the abrupt change in routine that you endured. Being a slave to a northerner was not part of your life plan, but you wouldn't complain. Until now, no one had done anything bad to you. Your biggest fear was someone touching you inappropriately, but no, Ragnar wouldn't allow that. Since the moment the Viking chose to spare you, no one else dared to even look at you with ill intentions. So doing household chores for Ragnar in exchange for protection and housing wasn't so bad. You had time to pick flowers and gather apples in the woods. Whenever you turned around, Ragnar was there. You preferred to convince yourself that they were just coincidences, but the way he stared at you, maybe it wasn't just a coincidence after all, Ragnar intrigued you in unknown ways.

You were summoned by an older slave, a sweet smile on his face as you joined your fellow allies. In a quick move, you were cleaning the entire grand hall, waiting for Lord Ragnar and his companions to arrive. After all, it was customary to celebrate after a successful raid. As you finished cleaning the last wooden table in front of you, a muffled sigh escaped you, and you decided to go outside for some fresh air. The moonlight reflected on your hair, and you couldn't help but smile, feeling rejuvenated after doing a good job. However, even with your eyes closed, you could sense a figure approaching. Turning your face delicately, you saw Ragnar, the atmosphere crackled with a unique energy, a charged anticipation that hung between you and Ragnar. It was as though time had momentarily frozen, creating a suspended moment where the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in that intimate space.

The man leaned with crossed arms, supporting himself against the door next to you. His blue eyes scanned your body from top to bottom, sending a shiver down your spine as he looked at you with that mischievous smile. Quickly, you corrected your posture, holding the hem of your skirt, bowing to him, and then raising your gaze, facing the figure in front of you — perhaps for longer than you should — and waiting for the man to ask you to do some task. However, Ragnar remained silent, merely admiring your expression. You smiled with your eyes and broke the silence.

"Do you need something, Lord Ragnar?" Your voice was tender and serene, unable to contain a smile as you uttered the last words. However, Ragnar remained completely silent. The only thing that could be heard were the footsteps of his boots as the Viking approached you. In that instant, you were just a few inches away from each other, Ragnar's warm breath too close to you. You averted your gaze, trying not to make eye contact with the man, but without success. Ragnar held your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were as deep as the ocean, and you were so confused by Ragnar's actions, the confusion evident on your face, concealing the growing flame inside you.

"You're so sweet, slave," Ragnar commented in a husky voice, leaning closer to your ear as his hands roamed down your back, finding their way to your hips. "I took everything from you, Y/N, and yet... you remain so sweet." You couldn't help but let out a soft moan when Ragnar's calloused palms gripped your waist, pressing your body against his. He smiled, his words sounding like music to Ragnar's ears. He moved away from your ear, and your faces were almost touching. Slowly, he lowered his gaze to your lips, and as he closed the distance between you two, his rough lips met yours. Your tongues danced in an intoxicating rhythm, as if your bodies had known each other for decades. You gasped when Ragnar's fingers found their way under your skirt, his digits tracing and gripping your thighs. You moaned as he continued to kiss you passionately, opening your eyes for a moment to admire Ragnar.

"Oh God," you commented when Ragnar's fingers finally found the right spot, feeling him touch your arousal through your panties. It was getting hot — too hot — and you let out a long sigh as the Viking released your lips, biting your exposed neck while teasing your wetness through your undergarments.

"I've made you so wet, and I didn't even have to try." Ragnar commented in a low tone, and you looked at him with desire. He liked what he saw, and in an instant, he removed the only barrier separating your intimacies, eagerly plunging one, two, three fingers inside you. His thumb pressed against your clit as you struggled to moan, and Ragnar gradually increased the speed, never taking his eyes off you. He seemed to be enjoying himself, reveling in the sight of you succumbing to pleasure.

“Ragnar ” You whimpered, feeling your mind go blank, tilting your head back as far as you could, you moaned his name over and over again as Ragnar kissed you, determined to make you orgasm, not that it would take long. Soon you found yourself moaning louder than you had ever done before, the man kissed you desperately as your orgasm approached, and as soon as he came, the Viking glued his lips to yours one last time, removing his fingers right away. Then, the man licked the entire length of his fingers, enjoying his orgasm as if it were a feast, staring at you for a moment, with that smile that only Ragnar Lothbrok has.

“Everything about you is so sweet, and I've always been a fan of bitter things.” He commented, moving away as he watched you recover from the previous climax, your breathing was still irregular, and before you had enough strength to speak, you saw the Viking's figure disappear, and enter the large gates, leaving you there, again, confused, while the only thing I had to comfort you was the moonlight.

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#ragnar lothbrok #ragnar x reader #ragnar lothbrok x reader #vikings #travis fimmel #vikings series #too sweet #vikings fanfiction #oneshot

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sexdottxt · 2 years

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All Aboard the Bang Bus! (Chapter 4) Crossover

WARNING! MATURE CONTENT! MATURE READERS ONLY!

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Chapter 4: Horizon Bang Bus

Aloy had gotten word from Sylens of an unknown temple in the Forbidden West. He had been craven and deceitful so many times in the past, but at the same time, he was never lacking in information. She had been riding a Charger for two days now, urgent to follow any leads that would help her fight the oncoming threat of Nemesis.

It was a little past afternoon on the third day of her journey when she found the building that matched his description. The sky had turned to a faded blue and the sun's glow had started to dim, but it was not quite dusk yet. In the distance she could see the vast unending ocean on the beaches as the waves rolled and crashed on the shores. She had been so distracted by the beauty of it that she almost missed the temple right beside her. And even when she did finally see it, she allowed herself to ignore it for a bit, knowing that with all buried treasures of the old world, there would be trials and tribulations to come.

Instead, she looked at the ocean. Even with the current crises of tribal warfare and the battles ahead, the natural beauty of water still mesmerized her, being so different from the mountainous grasslands she grew up in. The smell of salt filled her nostrils and for a moment, she allowed herself to take it all in.

“You're not here to admire the scenery, you're here to find information, weapons, anything,” came the voice of Sylens through her Focus, interrupting her reverie.

“You don't need to remind me,” Aloy said. The hologram of Sylens appeared before her with a stern look on his face.

“Good. Then proceed.” She just shook her head. Some people never would change. She looked at the building.

Like many of the ruins of the old ones, it was large, with the same kind of gate they all had, from the ruins the Nora tribe called All-Mother to the decrepit building where she first learned about Elisabet Sobeck and Project Zero Dawn, and she couldn't forget Ted Faro's pleasure house in Thebes either. Only a few cracks through the walls, this thing must have been built to last with the frequency of chaotic storms in the area. It was a white steel structure, and at first she thought it was rotting and rusty like any remnant of the very distant past, but she quickly realized it was simply the glare of the setting sun on the surface of the glass and the walls.

She advanced closer to the building. There was some writing at the top of the entrance, gated like all the other ancient ruins she found so far, but it was illegible from years of rot and ruin. Her Focus read, “MUSEUM OF THE BANG BUS.”

“Aloy?” Sylens' voice was suddenly distorted.

“Yeah?”

“Something's happening...I...” His image became distorted too. “I...I can't...” Then it was gone completely.

“Sylens? Sylens!” No response, not even anything jumbled. “I don't know what's going on, but I'm going to get to the bottom of this,” Aloy said. If something here was able to jam with his signal, then it was serious. Sylens had assured her earlier that she wouldn't need backup at this place, and now she wished she had ignored that admonition.

She approached the entrance. Her Focus lit up, like it usually did in these ancient ruins. A ray scanned her from head to toe. But instead of a model between her and Elisabet Sobeck showing up, instead she saw herself, completely naked. It wasn't some generic model of her either, like Beta or a younger Sobeck, no it was exactly her, big hair and everything.

“Hot babe detected,” said an automated voice. “Hubba-hubba!” Aloy was a bit taken aback. She never heard anyone talk like that but she had a pretty good idea what it meant. The three dimensional model of her dissipated instantly. The once inert gate lit up with electricity before slowly opening up.

The area was wide and open, lit up by a dim white light. There was a great statue of a large vehicle with two slabs behind it like a memorial. The Focus read it as, “ALL HAIL THE LEGENDARY BANG BUS.”

“Well that answers none of my questions.” Her voice echoed a bit in the large building and she mentally kicked herself for being so foolish in this unknown place. Still she felt oddly safe. So far it seemed nothing like the other ruins and underground bunkers she had been in, storehouses of ancient weapons to be awakened and rogue AI plotting mass destruction. She got closer and looked at the slabs behind the statue. There was faint writing but still, nothing. The Focus slowly read a list of words, “LIST OF BITCHES SLAYED BY THE BANG BUS.”

Um, okay... she thought to herself. She saw names that definitely were of the old era. Names like Kim Possible, Lois Griffin, Meg Griffin, Hot Meg Griffin, Clover Ewing, Mandy Luxe, Alex Casoy, Sam Simpson, Beth Smith, Summer Smith, Tricia Lang, Bonald “Bonnie” Swanson, Eliza Maza, Star Butterfly, Moon Butterfly, Jackie Lynn Thomas, Rose Wilson, Morrigan Aensland, Lilith Aensland, Hayley Smith, Francine Smith, Mary Jane Watson, Gwen Stacy, Roberta Tubbs, Jill Valentine, Wendy Corduroy, Marge Simpson. And then she saw names that sounded like they could have come from her own era. Shego, Hekapoo, Demona, Felicia, She-Hulk, Poison Ivy, Black Cat, Starfire, Blackfire, Raven, Jinx, Kitten, Elektra, Storm, Polaris.

But then again, the colonists from Far Zenith wth their long names had only deigned to give Beta the one word as a name. She didn't know any of these people. These people she was reading about, they could be anyone, from any time.

She did find a console at the base of the statue. So this old ruin might hold some value after all. She placed her hand into it, and the whole building was powered up immediately. She heard the sounds of the lights turning on, and machinery pumping in the distance.

“Welcome hottie,” said a thick digitized voice not unlike HADES or MINERVA. She just realized it was the same voice that greeted her at the gate. “It has been a thousand or so years since we've had visitors. I'm sure my assistants will be glad to see you.”

“Who are you?” Aloy said.

“I am DIONYSUS, meant to ensure that everyone who steps into this building has a good time and is thoroughly satisfied before they leave.”

“Whoa, um...okay,” she said, thinking of all kinds of naughty connotations to what it just said.

“What is your name?”

“Aloy of the Nora,” she said. “No I mean...it should be Aloy, despite the Nora.”

“If it is the passenger experience you seek Miss Aloy, then please proceed below to get rammed and loved up like crazy.”

“Wait, I need to know if there's a way to fight Nemesis!” No answer. If what that AI just told her was true, this program might be one of the few that was still functional to it's original purpose, despite it being one hell of a perverted purpose. But that still didn't tell her what the passenger experience was supposed to be.

“What is the passenger experience?”

“Head downstairs and you will find my assistants ready and waiting to satisfy you in all endeavors. Do enjoy.”

“Do you have anything that can help me fight Nemesis?”

“No, but I do have functions that will make Miss Aloy cum like a bitch in heat.”

She sighed. She realized this AI was both blissfully untouched by the corruption as well as completely useless when it came to her situation. But she armed herself in case the AI was being anything but honest.

“What about Sylens? What happened to him? My friend that was with me.” She had to catch herself, Sylens could be many things but rarely pleasant, and for that reason alone it felt awkward to call him a friend.

“Query unintelligble. Please repeat.” The voice was as stiff and robotic as before, yet what with how animated it had been before, she couldn't help get the feeling it was mocking her. She slowly turned to her right and followed the hallway to the end of the room.

But whatever caution she had was quickly arrested for a few moments as she looked at the walls around her. It was lined with framed photographs of various women having sex with a large muscular man. There were also photos of women getting pounded by another man, bald and skinny, but just as well endowed as the man she was currently with. One photo that caught her eye was of a woman with dark red hair who was clearly not human getting rammed on both ends, blue and winged with a tail even, yet that photo was side by side with another photo of the same woman with a more pale complexion to her and no strange features.

Aloy couldn't figure that last one out, even after everything she had been through. The Focus reading, “HATES HUMAN BEINGS BUT LOVES HUMAN DICKS,” wasn't exactly helpful either. But as much as she tried to, she realized she couldn't make sense of it and didn't need to. The old ones had both created the machines and destroyed the world. There was still much of that civilization she didn't understand and might as well never understand.

“She was a fun one,” said the voice of DIONYSUS. “A gargoyle that just can't quit humans. And then she kinda became human at the end too!”

“A...a gar-what?”

“Don't worry about it kiddo, just relax and have a good time.”

“Right...” she said. She still didn't know what to make of this overseer, or if all this raunchy stuff was a show and it was going to pull the proverbial rug from under her. In that way, he was a lot like Sylens. Even this bluntness reminded her way too much of her wayward companion.

Though that amazement didn't at all help the heat burning through her whole body from seeing these various photographed sex acts. She had to stare in amazement for a bit, confused at what kind of place this building was supposed to be, as well as how turned on she was becoming. A blush crept up her face.

Ignoring it, she kept going forward. She found a set of doors at the end of the hall. There was simply a message. The Focus lit up again, reading, “PASSENGER EXPERIENCE VR ROOM: LOS ANGELES.”

This could be good or bad, she thought to herself. This museum seemed like the last place to have anything which could help her on her mission. Then again, it might be a show. She still didn't understand what this DIONYSUS was supposed to be. Which meant it was all the more important to ascertain for herself what was going on here, right now. Anything that could jam Sylens' signal was definitely trouble.

“Wait, DIONYSUS?” she said. “GAIA only had nine subordinate programs and you weren't listed in any of them!”

“I was not programmed to assist GAIA. I was made by Ted Faro, for the explicit purposes of human pleasure.”

Of course it's Ted Faro, she thought to herself. There was nothing else to say. She remembered even someone as mercenary as Sylens hated him.

She pushed open the doors. There was a stairway leading underground. She went down, and found another set of doors. Pushing it open, she was in a large empty room easily larger by far than the whole first floor, lit only by soft yellow lights on the ceiling above that illuminated the whole area. She mustn't have been paying too much attention to how far down she went because the ceiling was far higher than she expected. After hearing straight from DIONYSUS on it's stated purpose, all she could think about was Faro's Thebes.

“Hello?” she said. Hello, hello, hello, her voice echoing in the distance, was the only response she got. That echo was way louder than the one she got in the empty lobby upstairs. She swallowed hard.

All around the perimeter of the room, there were naked humanoid shapes. She gave them a cursory look and it looked like they were all women. They all had various body types, various appearances, various hair styles. Their heads were slumped forward slightly, eyes closed. The Focus lit up around them, and it read, “ORGANIC SURFACE, METALLIC INTERIOR. ANDROID CLASS.”

A machine? she thought to herself. But that can't be right.

Something that did catch her eye in the distance was that two of them in the back appeared to be male. She walked over to them, and as she did so, their features became clearer. Their heads were slightly slumped over, their eyes closed, like all the other figures here. One was a big muscular man not unlike Erend or Rost, short black hair, and tattoos on his chest, and one of his arms. The other was bald with some slight fuzz on his head and more slight in build, somewhat similar to the Sun-King Avad.

Then she quickly realized it was the two men from upstairs in those photos.

She felt a tingling in her pussy seeing them. She was still hot and bothered after going through that hallway. Though what she was prepared for least of all was that both of their dicks were standing up straight. Just like the others, the Focus classified them as androids.

She reached and touched both of their faces. It felt like flesh alright, and when she pinched their cheeks, the texture in between her fingers squished. She felt their chests too, they both felt human enough. Yet as she started to see it, their skin was a little paler than the average person's, and it was unmarred all over, no blemishes or marks period. No body hair either for that matter. And the tattoos on the big one looked like decals as opposed to an actual ink drawing inscribed in his skin.

A naughty part of her looked down at their dicks, both of them standing right up. She grinned to herself as she wondered what would happen if she touched them there. But before she could do so, both of their heads looked up at her at the same time, right at her and they opened their eyes.

She had to fight the urge to jump back a bit. Whatever amusement she felt went right out the window. Even with her experience as a warrior, her latent fear of this place hit her back hard. Their eyes looked human enough but they had an eerie blue glow not unlike the various machines she had encountered.

The big one smiled. “Well, hello miss! I assume you're here for the passenger experience?”

She paused for a moment, expecting some kind of danger, but none came. “I might be, if I knew what it was,” Aloy said, calming down a bit. He seemed friendly enough, and whatever unease she felt was gone when she realized how easy it would be to take down the both of them since they were completely naked.

“Well there's passenger experiences all over the country,” said the skinny one. “This one's the LA experience.”

“That still doesn't tell me what it is!”

“It means you get to have a good time.”

“And I tell you what, we are up for a good time too if you want it,” said the big guy. Even with their mechanical glowing eyes, she recognized the look they were giving her. And coupled with their smiles, she knew exactly what they were getting at.

“I guess you don't know anything about Nemesis or HADES?” she said, wanting to change the subject. They looked at each other with blank expressions, then looked back at her and shook their heads. “And DIONYSUS?”

“Oh he just runs all the museums devoted to the Bang Bus,” said the skinny guy. “He's the program that's been keeping us alive.”

“Alive?” For this long? she thought to herself. She couldn't help but think of Far Zenith and the abomination of Ted Faro again.

“Well not technically. When things went south, we copied our brains to a digital archive that can activate in these robot copies that have been put in each museum. In exchange for that, we're to keep these places tidy when DIONYSUS tells us to, and uh, please whoever comes in here.”

“And we are all over the country!” said the big one. “There's Bang Bus Museums in Colorado and Minnesota, there's a museum in Michigan and Maine, there's even one in the deep south! But this is the first one that's been activated in a long while.”

“So you're telling me you guys do your job and then you're just...deactivated?” Aloy said. “Like you've been asleep?”

“At least we get to live forever. And seeing hot babes like you make it so worth it!”

“Is that so weird?” said the skinny one.

“Yeah, it's been...thousands of years since your world fell,” Aloy said. “Things aren't what they used to be.”

“Damn!”

“Yeah, had no idea it's been that long,” said the big one.

“And I'm surprised this place is still intact,” said Aloy. “The Forbidden West is pretty messed up but...”

“The Forbidden West?” said the skinny one.

Aloy nodded. “Yeah, that's the name of the location we're in right now.”

“Sounds like a good porno name.”

The big guy smiled at his friend before looking back at her. “But for us guys, nothing has changed. We've only got one duty and that is getting some booty!”

“Okay...” Aloy said. She still didn't know what to say to that. She came here looking for ancient knowledge and instead she finds two horny robots. That DIONYSUS was probably still watching them too. “So what is the legendary Bang Bus?”

“The best days of my life,” said the big one.

“You got it bro!” said the skinny one. “We'd go all over the country, picking up hot girls here there and everywhere, and then we'd fuck them just the way they liked it!”

Aloy blinked hard. She shouldn't have been surprised given everything that had happened so far, but it was still a shock to hear these two machines be so blatant about it.

“And them?” Aloy said, nodding her head at all the inert women.

“They're androids built to emulate the many ladies that hopped onboard for their journeys of fun and excitement,” said DIONYSUS. “I took all the video footage recorded of their real life counterparts, and implanted models of their personalities into these android bodies. The robotic copies of my two male friends here were started off as a business venture by Mr. Faro for lonely women all across the globe as well as for archival purposes of the actual Bang Bus. But Mr. Faro was also very keen on coming here when he was bored for these female models.”

Of course he was, Aloy thought to herself. “And I'm guessing he was the only one allowed to touch them?”

“Yes,” DIONYSUS said flatly. She wondered if this AI realized how messed up that was. “He would often have rampant orgies with them. Got tit fucked by a copy of Meg Griffin and a version of her from another dimension once. Had Kim Possible and Shego sit on top of him while he fucked and ate them out at the same time. And apparently he had a mommy fetish since he once had Marge Simpson and Francine Smith spank him while he was in a diaper, jacking off and sucking his thumb.”

“Okay, way too much information!” Aloy shuddered. She already hated Faro, but she loathed the thought of him having sex at all. She didn't know those names either, save for some faint memories of the memorial upstairs, she was still too distracted by all the naked androids to properly think straight right now. But she still didn't know any of these people, and this conversation was getting real awkward. She needed to change the subject, fast, she didn't want to think about Ted Faro's scuzzy dick inside of these beautiful android women. “I hate to burst your bubbles, but you know that Ted Faro is dead, right?”

Both of the androids looked at her. Their jaws would have dropped if they could. “Dead?” DIONYSUS said, incredulously.

“Yep, dead. Thebes burned down a long time ago. And he wasn't exactly human before that either.” She realized it might not have the best idea to say that, but then she heard DIONYSUS laughing in his robotic voice and the two androids high-fived each other.

“That. Is. Awesome!” the skinny one said.

“Oh yeah, he was a bossy little weasel, wasn't he?” said the big one. “Always telling us what to do and threatening he'd shut us down if we got any ideas.��

“Fuck Ted Faro!” DIONYSUS said.

“You can say that again,” Aloy said.

“Fuck Ted Faro!” said both of the androids.

“It feels good, doesn't it?”

“Fuck! Ted! Faro!” they all said at once.

“I think that'll be my new catchphrase for whenever I'm feeling really good,” Aloy said. “Fuck Ted Faro. Just don't actually...fuck Ted Faro.”

“Who the fuck would?” said the big guy.

“You got that right,” said the skinny guy.

“So you up for the passenger experience, or what?” said DIONYSUS.

“Yeah, yeah,” said the skinny guy, looking Aloy up and down. “I really wanna give it to you in...the Forbidden West!”

“Wow...” she said, her voice trailing off. She was used to men being forward with her, but two naked robot men was another matter entirely. World might end soon, she thought to herself. And I still haven't gotten laid once. Despite everything she'd been through, whenever she was with the other tribes, even when she was with the base team, a faint lingering stigma of being an outlander was in her mind despite knowing she should well have moved past that superstitious nonsense. Tilda even she was alive, for whatever she was worth only saw her as a replacement for Elisabet.

And as much as she had feelings for so many of her new friends from Erend to Alva and Beta, she was always worried if it might make things awkward later. These two machines on the other hand, she didn't know them whatsoever, and she didn't judge her one bit.

“You know what?” she said. “I think I can do that.”

“Awesome!” both of the guys said and they high-fived each other.

“Activating passenger experience,” came the voice of DIONYSUS. “Be sure to have fun with her, boys!” This AI really was like none of the others she encountered earlier.

In an instant, the once empty room was changed from a bland featureless set of walls to a beach setting not unlike the one just outside this building. Gone were all the android women and the dim lights above, now there was a bright sun shining above with clear blue skies. But more than that, there were crowds of people and buildings all around her. She was suddenly aware of how much warmer it had gotten in that instant, and realized why everyone was wearing very little.

“What in the world...?” Aloy said.

“Welcome to Los Angeles, circa 2004” said DIONYSUS. Aloy barely had time to register what that meant, because as she was walking and looking around in pure amazement, one of the people actually bumped into her.

“Might wanna be careful,” said the big guy. “Lot of work went into prepping this thing. It's made to look as real as you can possibly get.”

“Yeah I see,” Aloy said. More cautious now, she kept to herself. It was so weird seeing so many people at once without any of the machines looming on the horizon. She looked up and was surprised to see seagulls in the sky. Not Glinthawks or Stormbirds but actual living creatures. And more than a few people had weird furry four legged creatures with them. These beasts resembled Ravagers but she didn't even know what to call these living versions. The Focus wasn't helpful at all, these things must have been so commonplace back then that Faro's scientists hadn't even bothered to catalogue what they were.

Though her admiration of it all was taken aback when one of them jumped onto her leg and started humping it.

“Get off me!” she said, shaking her leg and pushing it off. The two guys started laughing. She drew her spear, ready to attack it.

“You really shouldn't do that,” said the big one. “I said this simulation was designed to be real, but you don't wanna mess with it too much either. You might actually break it. Even if it is a dumb dog humping your leg.”

“So you mean if I wanted to invite one or two of these people here to fuck that it would...”

“Definitely don't do that. It'll glitch out and start screaming and...yeah...” He sighed. “Poor DIONYSUS wouldn't know how to handle it.”

“Fine, fine, I get it,” she said. She pushed the creature away and gave herself some distance before it resumed it's path away from her. Just like a machine. She also noticed all the people were only walking in two directions. Like they were simply making their rounds.

She just noticed the people around her were starting to give her funny looks. And she also just started to realize how different her clothes were compared to everyone else here. Though for all that, she started to realize that nobody here was completely naked like her two would be android paramours. A lot of women were wearing next to nothing at all, and some of the men too just had skimpy little pieces of swimwear on, but nobody quite as full on naked as these two.

“If you're into that, we can go back and invite some of the ladies,” said the skinny one, noticing her checking out some of the women.

“No, I'm uh...I'm good,” Aloy said. The thought titillated her just a little, she remembered Sobeck had been in that sort of relationship with Tilda, and she had fantasized about Alva and Beta on more than a few occasions even if with all the weird undertones between her and the latter, but she thought it might be more than she could handle.

When she didn't say anything for awhile, the big guy said, “You gonna sit there all day with your tongue hanging out or you wanna get to the real fun?” She looked in his direction and he was right next to a white van. Just like the one she saw in the lobby upstairs. The big guy winked at her, and she remembered all those photos.

She nodded with a grin on her face. The skinny guy opened up the door, and the big guy got in. She followed him, and the skinny guy got in behind her, shutting the door.

Aloy thought it was kinda weird that she was inside a vehicle inside a simulation inside a building. But she quickly got comfortable on the bouncy and cushy back seat. She took off her armor and put her weapons on the car seat floor before lying down, leaving her in just plaint pants and a simple sleeveless shirt, stretching herself out. It reminded her a bit of the Ceo and his antics in the ruins of Thebes, sitting on one of Faro's thrones like he was a king. She really could get used to this treatment.

“You want to start off slow or do it real fast, real hard?” said the big one. Aloy suddenly found herself at a loss on how to answer.

“Um, I, I don't know,” she said. It wasn't at all like her, but then again, everything happening all around her was so new.

“Slow,” said the skinny guy. “Then mess her up real bad at the end.”

“Yeah, I can be down with that,” said the big guy. Aloy found herself a little nervous, hearing them talk about her like that. That didn't stop her from staring at the big guy who was by now, standing right over her, his penis completely erect.

Before she could react, he leaned down so that they were face to face. She turned her face away out of a nervous instinct. He didn't mind at all, and gave her slow gentle kisses on her cheek, slowly dragging his lips until he was right at her ear. He started licking the inner rim. He gently but firmly clasped her hand for assurance, and continued licking the inner rim of her ear before he ruthlessly jammed his tongue into the opening, twisting and turning it this way and that.

Aloy almost jumped at that. She was unprepared for how hot and wet it was inside of her. She had started squirming a bit, the jolt of pleasure was completely unexpected and she didn't know how to handle it. Then he started licking the outer rim of her ear, running his tongue up and down the whole span of it. As much as Aloy was liking it, she missed the feeling of his tongue so deeply inside her ear.

He hoped she would feel that way too. Someone inexperienced like her wouldn't know how to react at first, so he'd overload her and then stop exactly when she was starting to get into it. Her hot breaths had become a little more frantic, signaling that his teases were making her want him bad.

And he wanted to make it so much worse. He started blowing on her sensitive earlobe as he shamelessly felt her up. By now she was returning his touches. She didn't have her earlier confidence she had in touching him when she only thought of him as a lifeless statue, but she enjoyed the feeling of his muscles under her hands, his whole naked body exposed to her. The only thing she noticed that was imperfect about this android was that he wasn't breathing as his chest wasn't receding in and out despite him blowing on the skin of her ear.

She found that realization didn't bother her at all. She couldn't be distracted by something so trivial, not when his naked beefy flesh was wholly at her mercy. Her once shy touches had become more rampant, groping and fondling every inch of him. The instant she touched his dick, he smiled.

“You're starting to get used to this, huh?” he said.

“Um...y-yeah...” she said, still more nervous than she liked.

“Then let me get a feel for you.”

His large hands reached up her shirt and found her perky tits. He pushed on them with such force, his fingers pinching her nipples and pushing them deep into the areolas. And he had lowered his head down to her navel, and started planting gentle kisses there.

She had started pulling her pants down. It was just sliding down past her hips given the small bit of nervous sweat that had gotten on her thighs, in addition to the wetness of her pussy, and her full ass cheeks had started to slip out from the hem of the pants. That didn't stop him from being left awestruck at the gorgeous sight of her beautiful vagina, her luscious and soft wet pubes a clear sign of her arousal. Pleased with her enthusiasm and the marvelous sight before him, he reached his hands under her bare butt and lowered his head deeper.

She almost jumped when she felt his tongue dive into her snatch. He held tightly onto her firm buttocks, fondling them like a predator as his tongue flicked in and out of her hairy cunt. She had started moaning like crazy at all these new sensations, it was the first time being touched sexually by a guy, but his was definitely the first tongue she had ever felt in her mouth and in her pussy.

While she was being held there to keep her from writhing out of control, the skinny one had gotten next to her head. He reached his hands under her shirt and resumed the titty massage his bro had been giving her earlier. That alone prompted her to squeak. The one eating her out looked up with a smile.

“I think she just had an accident!” he said.

“Better do it again and make sure,” said the skinny one, still fondling her tits. Aloy still hadn't stopped moaning as he mashed her hard nipples against his palms and the whole of her breasts using his fingers.

“Can do!” He resumed his clamdiving, making sure to lick her stiffening clit this time. Aloy's moans became more submissive and high pitched as her most sensitive part was completely at his mercy.

The skinny one was still disappointed at how relatively left out he had been. So he knelt down and shoved his tongue in her mouth. His tongue darted in and around there. He was a little more rough eager unlike the big guy who was taking things slow. She had already been moaning in sheer ecstasy from a good fit of cunnilingus, but now that his mouth was locked with hers, all she could do was muffle her cries of pleasure. It wouldn't have been more than a little annoying if her pussy wasn't being eaten out at the same time, she didn't know quite how to kiss him back while her nether regions were being pleased to high heaven, but eventually her mind snapped and she helplessly returned his kisses just as ravenously as he was.

It didn't help either that he felt human too. Despite knowing his body was artificial, his tongue wrapped around hers was made of a synthetic material designed to perfectly imitate the wetness and thickness of an actual human one. As were the rest of his mouth's innards. While they continued kissing, she couldn't help but think in some ways he felt so real that it was almost like he was better than a real tongue, and that allowed her to melt into it so much more.

As he was sucking on her clit, the big guy had worked her pants down so they were hanging by her ankles. His hands were running up and out her smooth muscular legs, loving the feel of them, far more plump than her relatively skinny upper body. He realized from her reactions to his kisses and getting eaten out that, just like Kim Possible before her so long ago, this built goddess of a woman was a virgin.

He stopped and looked up at her. She was helplessly making out with his buddy even without a tongue in her cunt driving her mad with passion. By now her shirt was lifted up, and he got a good eyeful of her hard nipples being pulled and pinched.

“You having fun there?” said the big guy.

The skinny guy broke the kiss to look up at him. “Hell yeah!” he said. “She taste good down there?” The big guy just licked his lips in response. “How many times did she cum?”

“Just once when I was snacking on that pussy. This clit though? Lost count.”

“I think I definitely helped out there. Look at how excited she is!” he said, now gently tugging on her stiff nipples.

“And she's so wet too,” said the big guy, slowly fingering the pussy that was still recovering from it's climax. Then they both stopped. The one by her pussy started massaging her thick muscular legs as she still needed time to recover from all their amorous touches while the one by her head caressed her collarbone around her tits. The both of them watched her, a hot and soaking mess twitching in pleasure. As opposed to the two of them, who being androids, didn't have a flicker of sweat on them. Finally, she looked up at them.

“Please...” she said weakly.

“Shit, we didn't overdo it did we?” said the skinny guy.

“No!” she said suddenly. There was a small sheen of sweat on her face and and on her breasts by now, and her breaths had become rough. “No, it's...” But she smiled and tenderly cupped his face before she said, “Amazing.”

The two guys smiled at each other and fist bumped. Even with their artificial glowing blue eyes, she sensed nothing but warmth from them.

“Nothing quite like a job well done,” said the skinny one.

“But there's more fun to be had,” said the big guy. “There's something else I want to do with this pussy right now.” He propped himself up so that he was right above her. She got a good look of his hard cock.

“Oh wow...” Aloy said. She tenderly grabbed her tits in an unashamed and unconsious fit of arousal, absent mindedly fondling her hard nipples. It was bad enough being so blatantly groped to the point of a sudden and powerful climax by these two robots, but the thought of a big robot penis inside of her too got her excited. She sucked in her breath, considering if she wanted to go through with this, before she looked him right in the eyes and said in a deep voice, “Fuck me.” The skinny one chuckled like a hooting sound.

“My pleasure,” the big guy said with a smile.

He grabbed her by the hips and rammed his prick right inside of her pussy. He started slow at first, his fat prick was thick enough to fill her up just right and he was long enough that with every thrust, he hit the end of her juicy tunnel. And she was so tight and wet that he knew he was doing it just right.

A small red stream started oozing from her vaginal lips and down her butt, signaling the loss of her maidenhood. Her lover felt it too, even now a thousand years into the future and in a robot body, he was fucking lovely ladies and stealing away such beautiful innocence. He was not disappointed either when she started thrusting against him. Now that he knew she was committed to this, he slowly increased his speed with her. While they were rocking back and forth with each other, she looked up at the skinny guy longingly.

She raised a hand up to his face and stroked his cheek. He almost had to jump back, it was an unexpected tender moment in what was otherwise an unashamed fuckfest. If he could still blush he would have done so, and even then he felt a little nervous looking back at her.

Without even thinking, she grabbed his penis. Just as hard as the other one. His was the first dick she had touched with her hand even as another cock had just fucked away her innocence and still ramming her, so she didn't know how to expect it would feel on her hands. But it was hot to the touch and ramrod stiff.

She would have taken it in her mouth but being fucked so good, she was worried she might mess up her first attempt at a blowjob. So instead she rubbed it on her face a bit before she licked the shaft. It tasted more like skin than she expected, just as humanlike as the rest of him. His pleasure receptors felt it too, he wanted her to take all of him inside of her, but part of his programming that he couldn't fight even if he wanted to, was not to overload the clientele who arrived looking for a good time.

She couldn't ignore the dick still pounding deep inside her snatch. At that point she had stopped jerking her hips due to her inexperience and her lover's strength completely overwhelming her. Aloy could only focus giving the best blowjob she could muster while taking it deep in her twat. It was a great credit to the soft seat under her which cushioned her underside with every thrust from a robo-cock she got in her wet cunt.

She was licking up and down the skinny's guy shaft as best she could. Eventually tired of beating around the bush, she took the whole robot penis into her mouth, hoping it would be enough for him. She used her lips to stimulate the head of his cock that met the shaft, his dick being shaped just like any human's.

But she was unprepared for the dick inside her pussy to ram itself all the way to the end of her canal. At that moment, several strong jets of a thick goo shot themselves all the way inside of her. Aloy quickly opened her mouth, a scream caught in her throat as her cunt climaxed right on top of his dick. He kept thrusting inside of her, and eventually she let out a loud grunt as she finished cumming.

When he finished shooting inside of her, he pulled out. His dick was covered with a mix of her pussy cum and his fluid. His ejaculate wasn't actual semen, but it was made to look and feel like real jizz, and judging by the orgasm he felt on his dick and in her love cries, he knew it more than satisfied her. And even though he was an android designed to fulfill a function, he was also made to feel pleasure from these encounters as much as his lovers.

She took a minute to breathe from all of it, yet again. That didn't stop the skinny one from rubbing his member all over her face. Still in the heat of her orgasm, Aloy eagerly took it inside of her mouth without thinking, now able to solely concentrate on sucking him off. She licked the underside of the shaft while practically inhaling his dick head.

He grabbed the back of her head and shoved the rest of his dick inside her mouth. It quickly woke her up a bit, though she was still quite dazed from her second orgasm, and she knew he wouldn't be taking it out until she made him cum. She licked up and down the shaft in her mouth as best she could while still using her wet lips to suck on the rest of it.

He came just then, shooting his fluid down her throat. She didn't know what she should have expected, it was the first time she had anything resembling semen in her mouth. But Aloy found she liked the taste, and as she took his member out of her mouth, she took a few moments to sample the texture and consistency of the fluid in her mouth. That didn't stop him from shooting several more shots of the synthetic fluid on her face. Built just like a real dick.

He took her thick mane of red hair and, wrapping it around his stained member, began cleaning it off with her locks. She didn't even mind so much, distracted by the goo dripping out her cunt and licking her lips of a cum residue. He let go of her hair, finished, as she too also swallowed the rest of his goo down her throat.

They stood there for awhile watching her. She wiped a bit of sweat off her forehead with her forearm before looking up at the both of them with a smile on her face.

“Is the lady thoroughly satisfied, or does she want more?” said DIONYSUS.

“More,” Aloy said breathlesly.

“Let's try this,” the big guy said. He tapped her hips, and she took the hint, getting up. He helped her into the doggy style position on all fours, and as she took it, her partners switched positions themselves. The dick that took away her virginity was now right in front of her face, stained with faint remnants of her shattered hymen, and before she knew it, the dick she sucked off was lodged squarely in her cunt, just as tight and wet as before.

The skinny one pushed inside of her pussy, wet with her own pussy juices and the synthetic fluid of his buddy, allowing him to quickly ram deep inside of her with fast and strong thrusts. Unable to focus on a proper blowjob with the pistoning cock inside of her cunt, instead Aloy's mouth took in the artificial nuts of the android in front of her. It was hot and swollen as a real man's ball sack would be in the mouth of such a beauty. To speed on his own orgasm, he started jerking off his dick wet with juices as her mouth suckled on his artifical nuts. All the while she moaned as her pussy was being hammered to her sweet satisfaction.

Way hornier this time, Aloy easily met the thrusts of the man behind her, pushing her butt up against his hips everytime they humped each other. Despite being so skinny, his hands on her hips were just as strong as the grip of his muscular friend, no doubt due to being a machine deep down inside, and he started spanking her round ass, which jiggling everytime he pistoned inside of her. His rapidfire pace created a pleasant friction as he rammed inside of her. Even though he was so fast, her pussy being as lubricated as it was afforded her a lovely wet shield that let her take it all in with no complaints.

And it was so good that she came just then, squeezing hard on the penis inside her vagina. She looked back at him with a naughty smile before she licked up and down the shaft of the penis in front of her face. Both of them were near their own orgasms already, but Aloy's newfound confidence had an effect on them, bringing them much nearer their limits than they expected. The one behind her came first, shooting his robotic fluid inside her pussy while the big guy, unable to take it anymore, took his nuts out her mouth and pointed his penis at her face, shooting several blasts of the fluid all over her expression.

Aloy squinted her eyes. It was dripping all over her face and down her chin, it was thick in her hair, and she had to wipe some of it off with her hand while she licked her lips. When she was finished, she lay on her side with a contented smile on her face. Both of the robots sat down just then too. She was disappointed when they didn't take her again.

“Are you two gonna do anything or...?”

“We can, but we have to recharge,” said the skinny one.

“Yup, living forever is great, but these robot bodies have their limits,” said the big one.

“Then go recharge,” Aloy said.

“Very well then,” DIONYSUS said.

“Let's go,” the big one said to Aloy. Not understanding but going along with it anyway, she picked up her equipment before the both of them took her hands and led her out the vehicle. She quickly understood once the illusion of LA dissipated, leaving them back inside the empty room. If she had still been inside that van, she would have suffered a nasty fall.

The two robots went to the wall where they were stationed. She hadn't noticed earlier there were two slots in the wall where they had been standing. Both of them put their dicks inside. They tensed up when the slots started sending electric jolts inside their manmade privates.

“How long is this gonna take?” she said.

“Several hours at least,” DIONYSUS said. “I take the utmost care of my assistants. I can't afford any accidents where something happens to their instruments.”

“Sorry, but that's way too long for me,” Aloy said. “But...” She couldn't help but be distracted by all the female androids lying around. “Hey DIONYSUS, can you override that protocol that says only Ted Faro can have fun with them? Because uh...”

The two male androids chuckled to themselves.

“Very well Miss Aloy.” At once the female androids all looked up, straight at her.

“Wow,” she said. She could barely contain her happiness. “Oh fuck Ted Faro,” she said, remembering that goofy catchphrase she made up on the spot, and thinking of so many other things than that scumbag. A giddy smile lit up her face. So many different faces, so many different bodies, so many different personalities to choose from. Now she would get to awaken another part of Elisabet that had been dormant inside her for far too long.

“Activating passenger experience,” said DIONYSUS before Aloy was left alone with nothing but a whole lot of naked android women she was eager to get to know better. In that illusion of a bygone world, Aloy and her newfound friends quickly went into the Bang Bus simulacrum, where she learned so many new things that night. The next morning would find her blissfully asleep in the loving arms of so many female companions that she would sadly have to bid farewell far too soon.

Looking over her all tuckered out and satisfied, the AI overseer said, “Was it good for you as well, my friend?”

Deep in the control core, Sylens had watched everything, ever since Aloy first stepped foot inside the museum. He simply nodded to his companion's inquiry with a beady smile on his face. He would keep this video footage to him close like a treasure, perhaps one of the few things he would value more than the knowledge he had acquired in his long journey of wandering alone in all these years.

“Oh yes it was,” he said. “I knew if I acted like my signal had been jammed that she'd run right on inside, regardless of the risks of danger.” He chuckled. “Truly in Faro's garden of mediocrity, you DIONYSUS are the one crop that is worthwhile.” His smile darkened. “And if Aloy ever gets snappy with me again, now I have something I can use as leverage. She wouldn't want anyone else to see something like this, now would she?” He bared his teeth in a triumphant grin. “Fuck Ted Faro, indeed.”

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keefwho · 7 months

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September 25 - 2023 Monday

3:32pm

No matter how deeply I care, sometimes I fail to find the right words to confront something. Im drawing a total blank right now, unable to understand how I can best show I'm listening and care.

11:28pm

This morning's breakfast was leftover totinos pizza and some brown rice. The pizza got screwed up because I stacked them in the tin foil so the top of one slice got stuck to the bottom of the other and I had to fix it with some extra pepperoni and cheese from the freezer. But it worked. I worked on my room scan a little bit after.

Stream was good, I finished out another sketch page and the last commission and then some work on my creepypasta avatar. During the stream I felt like I was sounding kinda bitchy, for some reason my voice today sounded like I had attitude.

My tummy felt blech like it almost always does right after streaming but I sorted some things in my closet and pushed out my whole workout. I motivated myself by knowing I'd be super justified in eating a extra large lunch afterwards.

I made beed rice a roni for lunch with lentils, meatballs, onions, carrots, and spinach. It turned out okay.

For some reason right after lunch I got super braindead. I couldn't focus on anything. I could form the right words. I couldn't draw very well. I had to brute force the request today and did a bunch of pony sketches. I had an idea to draw the mane 5 in their halloween costumes getting fucked hard. Like a whole set of images, that sounds like something people would enjoy.

Afterwards I was content watching Twitch and playing HOI4 which was perfectly boring because I'm in a slow part of the game. I felt good doing nothing this evening, like I knew it was what I wanted to do and that I was valid for enjoying it after doing all my work.

Daisy called while job hunting and I watched MoonMoon do 1 Mario Maker level for an hour. Still felt good doing nothing. I put honey bbq chicken and fries in the oven for dinner.

We hopped on VRchat and joined this bartender we met before. The club he tends is weird because they take it very seriously and the owner of the group invited us to join it. At first I feel like judging these people for taking all this way too seriously because it's kind of pathetic in a way but I used to enjoy doing the same thing. Its not that they take it too seriously, I understand its almost like roleplay to them. Or at least it was to me. Its fun to have an identity in VRchat that is somewhat separate from your normal identity. One that takes the VR world a little more seriously.

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neeksnorton · 3 years

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I'm Ready, Mommy // Abner Krill x Reader

hi there! sorry for the delay on this story. some things came up. enjoy!!

NSFW TAGS : Femdom, multiple orgasms, pegging, mommy kink, teasing, oral sex (m receiving)

WORD COUNT : 2.4K

You walk in through the front door, exhausted from work. You kick your shoes off your feet and leave them in front of the door. You should probably put them on the mat where you and Abbie leave your shoes, but you decided against it. You were too tired; you can move the shoes later.

You toss your bag lazily on the couch, and take your blazer off. The white button up you have on is really pissing you off. You undo a couple of buttons, just to let yourself breathe a little. Sitting on the couch, you shut your eyes.

Fuck. This job was killing you. Ever since you got out of Belle Reve with Abner after the Corto Maltese situation, you got a full-time job at a tech company. It wasn’t physically demanding, but you had to use all of your brainpower at all hours of the day. And sometimes it was just a lot for you. You try your best to let your thoughts pass you like a cloud.

“Hmm, I wonder if he’s home,” you think to yourself. You couldn’t remember if today was his day off, or if it was tomorrow. He probably told you this morning, but you couldn’t remember.

Abner worked at a library part time, stacking books on the shelves. He loved it, he could escape into his own little world while doing so. Not to mention it was nice and quiet, Abner was never one for loud crowds or noises.

You hear a shuffle behind you. You peek through your eyes a little, but don’t react. He’s trying to scare you. You try to hold back a laugh. He always tries to do this with you. He’ll scare you and it ends in a play fight.

Fingers barely graze your shoulders, and you jump up and yell in Abbie’s face.

“RAHHHHH!” You scream. Abner nearly jumps out of his skin, letting out a very girly shriek.

You keel over with laughter. “Oh, fuck you.” he says while laughing. You got him so good. Normally it goes the other way.

Once you two calm down a little, he pulls you in by your waist and kisses you lightly. “How was work today?”

“Tiring,” you sigh. “It was just a lot.” you fiddle with the neckline on his t-shirt. “I just need to relieve some stress.”

“Well,” he whispers, craning down to kiss your neck lightly. “How can I help?”

This is not what you envisioned. You had the idea that you were gonna pull out your yoga mat and stretch a little. Or throw on the TV and watch Real Housewives reruns. But Abbie acting like this just made your pussy ache.

“Um…ahh-” You try to get a sentence out but it just doesn’t form. He starts kissing your collarbone, leaving a small trail of hickeys. All you wanted to do was force him onto the couch and have him under your complete control. You NEEDED this. You cradle his face in your hands and pull it back up to yours.

“Just do as I say, how does that sound?” you whisper in his ear. You feel the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“Good.” he whimpers against your skin.

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You swipe your finger across his bottom lip, and he parts them. He was so ready for you already. He must have been eagerly waiting for you to get home. You kiss him gingerly, and slide your tongue into his mouth. You map out every inch of his mouth, even though you already knew it so well.

You move your hand off of his face and slide it under his t-shirt. Your fingers trace his happy trail, and you feel goosebumps rise up on his soft tummy. He lets a small whimper out into your mouth, and you feel your core tighten. As you move your hand up his torso, you feel the small amount of hair on his chest.

“Unhh- please…” Abbie moans. He grips your waist and digs his nails in.

You grab his hands and pull them off of you for just a moment. You lead him to the couch, and sit him down. You quickly scan his body, and your mouth almost waters. He's wearing a grey t-shirt with black jeans that show off his skinny legs and growing bulge. While sitting, his shirt is slightly lifted to show his happy trail. He’s wearing black nail polish, and his jet-black hair is slightly tousled. The sight of him like this nearly makes you cum on the spot. You wanted to take complete control of him until he couldn't take it anymore.

You stand over him on the couch. He’s breathing heavily, happily awaiting whatever you have in store for him.

You kiss his forehead, the tip of his nose, his jawline, and work your way down. He swallows hard. Your lips leave dark hickeys from his jaw down to his chest. He tries to grab the bottom of his shirt to take it off, but you swiftly grab his hands and pin them to his sides.

“No, I’m doing it.” You say sternly to him. He nods slowly.

You let his hands go for the moment, and you get to work at taking off his shirt. You pull up from the bottom and Abner lifts himself off the couch just enough to let you pull the shirt up and over his head. You kiss his chest, peppered with freckles. Then his tummy, past his navel, and right at the base of his pants. You stroke your finger across his bulge.

“Awww, you’re already so hard for me, baby.” You smile.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N, please-” He whimpers for you.

“Trust me I’m not teasing.”

You grab the sides of his pants, and he lifts his hips so you can slide them down to his ankles. He kicks off his shoes, and then his pants. Your hands roam around his hips, fiddling with the waistband of his underwear. You slide them off as well, and kiss every inch of exposed skin. His hip bones, the spots around the base of his cock. You move down and take his balls in your mouth, swirling your tongue around and sucking.

“Ohh- oh my god… oh my god please…” Abner’s lip quivered as he moaned, aching for the feeling of your warm wet mouth on his dick. And you give him EXACTLY what he wants.

You run the tip of your tongue up his shaft, and take the whole of his head in your mouth. He throws his head back and lets out a groan. You look up at him and let go of his dick, making a suction sound with your mouth.

“Unhh, do you like that baby?” You say in your most suggestive voice possible. You bite your lip and smile.

“Yes, oh my god yes. Mommy please keep going-” Your pussy clenches. You LOVED when he called you Mommy. He didn’t care about anything else but you at this moment.

“God, I love how you look when you beg, my pretty baby.”

Your lips return to his cock, and you run your tongue across his slit. He shudders. You continue to suck his dick, using your hand along with your mouth. He’s too big to take completely. You can tell he’s trying not to buck his hips into your mouth, to get all of him into you.

“Oh gosh- Mommy… Unhh- I’m so close-” You feel his cock pulse in your hand. As much as you enjoy swallowing his hot cum, you’d rather see him beg and squirm.

You stop abruptly. He snaps his eyes open and, with his mouth agape, gives you those huge puppy dog eyes you just adore.

“No- no no no, Mommy please-” He blabbers to you. You get off your knees and meet your face with his.

“Awww, does my poor baby wanna cum? Awww, that’s so cute.” You rub his cheek with your palm.

He writhes underneath you, his cock is aching for any sort of friction.

“I’ll be right back. You sit here and look pretty for me when I get back, okay?”

He nods, lip quivering. You run upstairs quickly, and open your top dresser drawer. You grab the strap-on tucked underneath your underwear. You and Abbie frequently took turns on who dommed and who subbed, so this wasn’t new behavior for the two of you. You put it on as quickly as you can, and come back downstairs.

You come back and walk behind the couch, touching his bare shoulders. He jumps a little, and looks up and sees you. His eyes light up and he smiles. As you walk around the couch and face him, your hand grazes his knee. Then up his thigh, over his hips, up his waist, then chest. You turn him onto the couch so that he’s laying down.

“Yes, Mommy, please- I’m so ready for you. Mommy-”

“Are you?” You cut him off. He whimpers and nods.

“Yes I swear- I swear I’m ready Mommy, I promise.”

“Good. Because we aren't stopping until I say so.”

You climb onto the couch and shimmy yourself in between Abbie’s legs. His legs wrap around your waist tenderly. Your jaw clenches. Every time you feel his skin on yours, it sends shockwaves to your clit. You hold out your hand to Abner’s face.

“Spit.” You command him. He spits onto your mouth and you rub it on the strap-on. You find his entrance and slowly rub the tip on it before pushing yourself fully in.

“Ohhh..Oh my god-” He moans pornographically as you fully sink into him. You moan breathily, it feels so good.

You start slow, but find a solid rhythm. Every time you pound into him, he groans with pleasure every time you hit his G-spot. All sensations are focused on your clit. It almost feels as if the strap-on is an extension of you, you can feel every single movement. You take his hands and pull his arms above his head, holding his hands above him so that he can’t move.

“M-Mommy please- I want more… please keep going- please don’t stop- Ahh…”

“God, you’re so pretty when you beg, do you want me to keep going? Tell me you want it, you fucking baby.”

“God yes, please- pretty please, Mommy…”

You pull out, let go of his hands, and roughly grab his hips. He winces at the loss of you being inside him. You flip him over onto his stomach (as best you can, he's still taller and heavier than you) and have him tuck his knees under him. You take his arms from underneath him and pin them behind his back with your hand, the other hand planted firmly on his hip.

With no mercy, you slam into him, watching as he takes every inch of your strap. He is completely submissive, blabbering at you to keep going. You loved when he called you Mommy. Because that meant he was yours.

You let go of his hip and reach under him to grab his dick. While giving him hard thrusts, you slowly jerk him off. The pleasure was nearly unbearable for him, he almost rolled his eyes back.

“He must be close,” you think to yourself. You were reaching your peak, and wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Do you wanna cum for me, Abbie? Unh, I bet you do, ahh-” You say in between moans.

“Yes Mommy, please let me cum, plea- ahh- oh fuck…” You move your hand faster, jerking him off, mostly at the head of his cock.

“Oh god, Mommy- I can’t h-”

You feel your muscles tighten as you and Abbie cum at the same time. You see his muscles contracting, and you feel his cock pulse in your hand. He shakes as he gets his cum on his tummy and chest. You keep jerking him off, not stopping your relentless pace.

“Mmmh- ahh, please stop Mommy, please-” he whimpers.

“Don’t you remember what I said? We aren’t done until I say we’re done. I’m sorry baby, but we have to keep going.”

“Mommy no- ahh- it’s too much…”

You begin to thrust into him again, maintaining a slow pace. Your free hand grabs at his midnight black hair, pulling his head back to face you.

“Cmon baby, I know you like it. You wouldn’t lie to your own Mommy, would you baby?”

“No Mommy, I won’t lie- ahhh… mnhh-”

You see his muscles contract once more. He’s on the verge of cumming again.

The sight of him like this is too much to handle. His hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat His back, peppered with freckles. His big strong arms pinned to his back. He’s so submissive for you. In this state, he would do anything for you. You were all he cared about. You bite your lip and groan in ecstasy.

In a split second, you switch from a slow pace to a ruthless pace, giving him no time to adjust. He nearly screams as the strap-on hit’s his G-spot perfectly. You moan breathily as you reach your second climax.

“Ah! Oh my god, Mommy, I’m gonna cum- I-”

He cums once more, as do you. You attempt to use your hand to catch any before more cum gets on him. He’s breathing extremely heavily, his back expanding and contracting with each breath. You pull out of him, and he rolls over onto his back.

As much as you want to lay down beside him, you have to clean up the mess he made. You scoot yourself backwards and lean down. You run your tongue across his tummy, licking up the cum he left there. Under his navel, on his upper stomach. You get as much as you can find and you feel goosebumps rise on his skin. Once you get all you can, you bring your face to his.

“I’m so fucking tired.” You whisper while laughing.

“That was fucking incredible, Jesus Christ.” he says back to you. He cradles your face in his big, strong hands and kisses you passionately.

“Only next time, I be in control.” God fucking damnit. You couldn’t say no to him.

You smile at him. “Fine. But you can’t deny that I don’t do my job well.” He can’t help but crack a smile, too.

“Yes, you do,” He says reluctantly but jokingly. You know he would never purposefully put you down for making him feel good. You lean into him and snuggle into his neck.

“Okay, grab the TV remote, I'm fucking exhausted. We gotta put something on.” You say.

“Fine by me.”

#abner krill smut #abner krill fanfic #abner krill #polka dot man #polka dot man x reader #the suicide squad #fanfic #smut

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years

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"eyes up here, holland" | t.h.

tom holland x osterfield!reader

warnings: swearing and suggestiveness

summary: you're harrison's little sister and to say your relationship with tom was complicated would be a major understatement. when you stumble upon him, your wit and sarcasm comes out to play.

wc: 1.1k

"I'm heading to the store. Do you need anything?" your brother popped his head into your room.

You looked up from your phone screen, "Pineapples?"

"There's pineapples in the fridge. I'll be back in a bit. Be nice to Tom." he pointed a warning finger at you making you roll your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," you waved him off, "Don't hurt the prick's ginormous ego. Leave, please."

After Harrison had left the house, you spent a few minutes debating. Was leaving the comfort of your room and risking the possibility of seeing Tom really worth a few pieces of pineapple?

Yes, yes it was.

Making your way into the kitchen, you opened the fridge only to find it pineapple free.

What the fuck, Harrison?

You searched the whole space for any sign of the yellow fruit, but came up empty. Letting out a frustrated groan, you settled on the tub of strawberries. The figure standing in the doorway caused you to let out a short yelp until you made out the features of your brother's best mate.

You placed the fruit on the counter, "Why are you shirtless?" you noticed his bare torso was on full display.

He shrugged and sat on a stool at the kitchen island, "Because it's hot." he eyed your tank top and plaid pyjama shorts, "Feel free to join me." he smirked.

It was a September Sunday in London. It was anything but hot.

You chuckled and turned around to grab your snack, "I think I'm okay."

As you began to walk out of the kitchen, his voice pulled you back, "You're single."

You stopped with your back to him, "Thanks for the reminder. Nearly forgot."

"Why is that?"

His words caused you to turn over your shoulder, "Why is what?"

"Why are you single? I'm surprised you haven't professed your love for me already." his ego came out to play.

You let out a dry chuckle before walking back to face him across the kitchen island, "Well, aren't you just full of yourself?"

He shrugged, "I know the thought has crossed your mind." his confidence irked you.

You leaned over with your forearms against the cold marble, "Actually, it hasn't."

You lied. The amount of times that you've considered having feelings for Tom would be too many to count. The thoughts of him between your legs as you dug your nails into his back outweighed any others.

"Is that was this is all about?" a smirk pulled at your lips, "You have every girl in the world wrapped around your finger except me and it drives you crazy, doesn't it?"

He chuckled, "Who's full of themselves now?" his eyes drifted to your chest.

You took your hand and lifted his chin up with a single finger, "Eyes up here, Holland." you whispered.

You watched his throat bob up and down as he swallowed thickly, "You should put a jumper on, love." his voice dropped significantly lower.

Your smirk only grew, "You shouldn't be looking at your best mate's sister like that, love." you withdrew your hand and pushed yourself off the counter. "Besides, it's hot, isn't it?" your eyes scanned him up and down.

Starting at his floppy, brown curls leading down to his chocolate eyes, the little pout of his lips, sidetracking to his defined jawline. The veins in his neck were prominent before your eyes diverted to his pecs. Leading you down to the smooth skin that housed the carved out abs of his until they reached his notable v-line. The rest of him was covered by grey joggers that had a noticeable outline in the one place your eyes should never wander.

"Checking me out, are you?" a cocky smirk rested on his pink lips.

You shrugged before meeting his eyes, an equally sly grin on your face, "Just returning the favour."

"You didn't answer my question."

You grabbed a strawberry, "What was your question again?" you wrapped your lips around the fruit before sinking your teeth into it.

Tom watched your every move with his undivided attention, "W-why are you single?"

You noticed a pink tint rising from his neck to his cheeks. You knew exactly what you were doing and to say you that you didn't find his reaction incredibly amusing would be a blantant lie.

To everyone else, your relationship with Tom came off as bickering and insulting one another back and forth. To you and Tom, it was a game. A test to see who would break first. Neither of you knew what the prize was or how the rules were set up, but you both enjoyed it immensely.

"Excellent question." you licked your lips and tilted your head, "Because no guy has wanted to be with me." you shrugged.

Tom scoffed, "I thought we could be truthful with one another, darling."

You bit your bottom lip and noticed how Tom's eyes immediately honed in on the action.

"Why are you single?" you threw the question back at him.

He smirked, "Because no girl has wanted to be with me." he threw your response right back at you.

"Understandable." you joked and noticed strawberry juice on your index finger.

You wrapped your lips around your finger and licked it off, holding eye contact with Tom. His breath hitched as his deep brown eyes stayed locked on your seemingly innocent action that held such a deeper suggestion. You watched him tuck his bottom lip underneath his teeth before you released your finger from your lips and returned the sly smirk to your face.

"You look a little flustered there, Holland. Everything all right?" you asked with an innocent head tilt.

Tom swallowed again, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips, "You're killing me here, Osterfield."

Your confidence spiked at the sheer amount of power you had over him, "I try my best."

Tom opened his mouth to reply, but his words got cut off by the sound of jingling keys and his best mate walking into the room. Two grocery bags in hands.

His eyes flitted back and forth from you to Tom before he spoke, "Please don't tell me you were arguing again."

You shook your head and stepped away from Tom, "Nope. Bonding time, right, Tom?" the use of his first name caught both of the boys off guard.

Tom nodded, "Yeah, just getting to know one another. No arguing between me and Y/N anymore."

Harrison eyed you both with doubt before a wide smile took over his face, "Finally! My best mate and my little sister are getting along!" he clapped his hands together like a toddler who just got gifted candy.

Tom couldn't suppress his smirk, "Mhm, we're getting along just fine."

You walked towards him and rested a hand on his shoulder, "Swimmingly." you gave him a quick wink before starting your walk back to your room.

"Hey! Did you eat all the pineapples?" Harrison called out to you.

You continued to walk while replying, "There was no pineapples to begin with, liar."

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savorysatori · 3 years

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— SCANNING: ➶ BLUE LOUNGE. 」 ✗

“I made love to a stripper, first I had to tip her.”

I. ↺ SYNOPSIS: At first glance it was like destiny. He had be eyeing you ever since, falling in love with each hour of the day, drinking you into his system. Love at first is what he’d say.

II. — WARNINGS: Bartender!maki, under the influence. Praise, teasing manner. dumbification, slight exhibitionism at the end. stripper!reader. Oral, (f!receiving), alcohol.

III. % WORD COUNT: 2.4k.

✧ @daisy-bakugo VICE CITY COLLAB.

The way you moved brung everybody into a trance, made their eyes zone into the sway of your hips and grind of your body against the shiny pole. You were mesmerizing, got everyone’s eyes on ya’.

Legs were thrown up around the metal poll, bringing the audience onto their very tippy toes, swinging till the moonlight shun down on your body glistening with sweat. Clanks of nails against it — curving your back up to slide down the pool effortlessly with ease. Sounds of appreciation going deaf to your ears, focusing on the movement of your body, wrapping each finger around the pole to throw your head back to land straight on his, glory bills being thrown to you with ‘whoo’s!’ Of excitement. Captured him in a trance of love was you, grey eyes zoned in with pupils dilating.

The love-struck daze deluded away as you turned, tilting your head back up and slipping off the pole with a beam of a smile, leaving the cheers of men with a small strut. Leaving Hanamaki to deal with the race of thoughts, the wet cup in his hands, and the awaiting customers ringing in his ear with a huff. He couldn’t get you off his mind, seeing you all like this knowing you were somewhat of a newbie at Vice City, arriving with only a suitcase and a pretty face which scored you a job at Blue Lounge, the infamous strip club every married man went to. Getting to know everyone effortlessly with a sweet smile and an even sweeter personality, a wave and a glance is what made anybody introduce their self with a stutter in their words.

You were everyone’s favorite girl here. Hell, even the other strippers couldn’t blame you when the manager grew a liking towards you — you were kind and skillful, winning the crowd with a sway of your hips and the provocative clothing that was gifted to you. Shimmery dress showing off in the dim purple lights of the lively club, wavering around your thighs with strapped heels to make you look taller, more confident in yourself to which you effortlessly did. Music booming from the DJ's speakers, sultry voices filling his ears from the song, and service girl’s trying to get his attention.

You were mesmerizing, he couldn’t find the strength to shift his gaze away from you. Watching as you stay in the back of the club, turning your interest onto the girl on the pole, seeming so enthusiastic when each shake of her hips sent a gleam of light through you, you were mesmerized as well. The spotlight on her and only her, yet, he couldn’t pay attention to that, but only to you. Eyes studying your every move, with a clap of your hands and a squeal of excitement.

The bottle of tequila was placed on the granite counter, pushing it towards the customer as the music came to an end. The lights dimmed entirely and everyone made a loud applause like always, making a mess of dollar bills on the club floor. Hanamaki couldn’t keep his eyes off of you even after the continuous strippers had stepped onto the stage and left, stirring his attention occasionally but, only focusing on you. He couldn’t look away. Oh no, he was in a trance of love.

Sipping the rest of tequila laying on his lips with a swipe of his tongue, he downed two cups of it. His brain was hazy, eyes dropped lower with glossy texture coating the iris. He’d lean back against the shelf of alcohol, taking tiny sips as the cold liquid burned his throat. He wondered if you knew he was staring at you, looking far too long — wondering if you were smitten just like him.

Well, you were amused.

Sliding the strap of your white dress up your shoulder, you’d pop open the top of the lipgloss, applying it slowly to your lips for it to shimmer in the night, contrasting against your skin. The dress flared out with every precise step you took towards the bar, eyes pierced on him with a goal you both knew you wanted.

“Could I get a margarita?” Leant over the cold counter, breasts almost spilling from the flimsy dress you wore. Hooded eyes with that same look you were giving him earlier, lust swirling with it.

“Comin’ right up.” All eyes trained on each other’s, no one taking the time to look away. Full attention till his flickered down towards the margarita he was pushing towards you, watching when you picked it up and took a small sip all while the eye contact didn’t diminish. A small smile spread onto your face as you moved the glass away, tilting your head to ensure you had your full attention on him.

“Y’know there’s a nice sitting place upstairs, wanna go? It’s pretty comfy. You could relax, I’m sure you’re a bit tired.”

You were wrong, there was adrenaline pumping through his veins with each word you spoke to him. He wasn’t tired at all, only fueled to talk the night away with you, get to know you, get closer so he could swiftly be with you outside of your workplace. Hanamaki wanted to take you away, and that’s exactly why he agreed, following you upstairs with heavy breathing everyone could pick up when the door to the guest room of the club opened, you patting the seat next to you, beckoning him closer till the squeaky door closed. Tight with a lock.

You were all he could think of at the heated moment, the aftershock of the alcohol kicking into his system, inching closer to you till his calloused hands were placed on your thighs. Less chatter dying down in the dimly lit room of the purple light, eyes fluttering close as soft lips were locked were yours, bringing you into a cart full of bliss swiveling between the both of you. The alcohol in your blood and within his giving you bravery you've never had before, the love of what's to come replaced with lust and a burning passion you didn't know existed. Sticky wet, long tongues intertwining and battling against each other as hands roamed and clutched at hair and backs. You could feel every ridge and edge of his body against your skin, the tongue in your mouth swirling with your own, as your fingers roamed his back, pulling his shirt till it hit the floor. The world rapidly slowing down around you, this moment in time feeling as long as day and everlasting as a night — his palms bringing you against the sheets, fingers snapping away on the lacy fabric of your panties clinging to the heat between your thighs.

The room blurred as you felt your head being thrown back and your eyes opened wide at the man above you, but your body moving to meet the sinful kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into your mouth. As his hand tucked under your dress and laying on top of your stomach, began to rub around your sides, finding every sensitive spot and spot along your spine, coming close to your ass, before slowly drifting up to spread your legs wider. Feeling him slowly lift your dress, and over your head as your arms went limp, feeling the cool air on your bare skin, your hands going to his shoulders, digging your manicured nails into his back. A pleading moan leaving your lips as he pressed his mouth to your neck, kissing and nibbling on the sensitive spot behind your ear that made you shudder.

“Maki. Just like that, love.” you moaned, your hand running through his hair as he slowly raised his head, his wet lips meeting yours. His lips were like velvet, sweet and smooth as they brushed against yours. Your tongue darted out, sweeping past his lips and into his mouth. He tasted of vodka and tobacco, your lips writhed, yours pressing against his and the other hand going to his hair, fingers gripping and tugging at the strands as you pulled his head closer. His lips left yours, his tongue darting out to lick your bottom lip before he pulled back slowly. You panted, heart pounding in your chest, pupils fully dilated as you looked at him.

“I want you,” You panted, your body arching forward as he grabbed your ass cheek. “You've got me, baby,” He whispered breathlessly in your ear.

You let out a groan as he pulled you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. His strong, fast fingers began pulling at the belt, button, and zip of his pants as you scratched at his back and neck. God, this felt good. The pounding in your head quieting as only the sound of your heavy pants could be heard. He pulled his pants down, discarding the material of his boxers as his full-blown attention was kept on you. He'd lean down, mouth against your cunt tongue darting from between his swollen lips, flattening against you, the vibrations making your knees weak as you clawed at his hair, a hoarse mewl leaving your lips. His hand so smooth and warm as his fingers rubbed against your folds, working your clit as he lightly flicked his finger over the bud. It was unbelievable. Utter bliss.

You wanted to move, to buck against his hand and into his mouth, but he was in complete control. You couldn't do anything but feel as he had his way with you, crumbling you down into a moaning mess of saliva. The desires he stirred within you were unlike anything you'd felt before. The world slowed down, the pounding in your head turning to a slow drumbeat as you felt him smiling against your cunt. The wetness, the warmth, the taste of your own drool was enough to make your toes curl, to make you feel the climax rise within you. The sweetness of his lips left you quickly, lapping up any excess cum you left behind, replacing the warmth with the head of his cock, pushing against your pillowy folds.

His strong hand guiding you as you laid down, your knees raising as he pushed inside, his thick, long fingers grabbing at your ass cheek as his fat, cock slammed into your tight hole with a grunt filling the feverish air. The sudden pain and pleasure were enough to make you yelp, your teeth clamping down on your bottom lip as he pushed further into you. Your fingers entwining as his head knelt to press against your lips, holding you down as he pulled out from the kiss, looking down at your woozy state of bliss. The veins in his neck bulged as he panted, his fingers digging into your palm as he began to fuck you with fierce energy.

The big window meters away from you both stood wide open, curtains swaying in the cool breeze of the Vice City wind, both your shadows casting in the dark night. Buildings not too far from your own, with people peering out to see the both of you and hear the sounds of moans spewing from each’s lips. Each moan and groan echoing in the room as you try to sought them out, feeling him push your back into the hammering headboard with each thrust, your breasts crushed against his chest. Clinging onto him, feeling the warmth of him a joy to hold, as your legs squeezed each other’s in the satin sheets upstairs of the club, the wet, squelching sounds of flesh on flesh.

The hand on your ass squeezed and twisted your cheek as he thrust into you, his thumb lazily circling your clit as you felt your whole body begin to shudder, the waves growing closer. Your heartbeat escalated, your muscles tightening as he continued to smack and pinch your clit. Your mind went blank, all you could feel was the pleasure. The pain, the pleasure, all of it was nothing compared to this. You wanted this, you needed this. Your body shaken as every nerve ending was stimulated. He whispered some sort of incantation before one of his hands left your arm to grab a hold of your chin. You bit down on his shoulder as he tilted your head to the side, his cock pounding into you as you felt the warm, sweet cum spill inside you as you gave a long, melodic moan.

Bringing you into a trance of need.

Your stomach clenched as you felt the hot liquid flood inside you, his heavy breaths slowing as he pulled out of you. He wiped the corner of his eye with his thumb, wiping away a tear. And, why was he crying? Hanamki himself couldn’t answer that, he was too deep in love, too deep inside trance he couldn’t leave, not when you were under him. Blissed state because of him. Because of his doing. You were mesmerizing, on a pole �� grinding your hips along with the sultry lyrics of a song. Mesmerizing when you were underneath him, digging the tips of your nails into his back to draw blood, moaning his name till your throat turned hoarse.

He tilted your head up to look into your eyes, kissing you on the lips once more. This time, though, the kiss was gentle and sweet. In a haze you felt him shift around, taking your hand up for him to nuzzle his cheek into. Feeling your touch. Whispering sweet-nothings as his eyes fluttered close.

“Maki, you’re so sweet.”

It was a one-night stand. A night that left his heart hammering against his chest when he saw you step onto that stage once again, dazzling smile to awoke the crowd, signaling the DJ to turn up the song, for you to swing around the pole once more. It was a cycle. Hanamaki was in love, he knew he wouldn’t be able to have you under him again, not until you walked up those stairs to see him. Still sitting there, maybe waiting for you to come.

It was sad, really.

Poor Maki was infatuated with a girl he knew he’d only see from afar, never to feel the same tingles sliding down his spine when you walked by only to greet the man inside the private room. It was visible it would only be one night, he would only be able to lean against the bar, watching the neon lights shine against you as you twirled around on the pole, bringing everybody into a trance, having their eyes zone onto you. You got everybody’s eyes on ya’ now, everybody knew you were the favorite girl at Blue Lounge.

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bootyyy-shaker9000 · 4 years

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Beautiful

Characters: Rise! Mikey x Gender-neutral! Reader, (appearance) Leo.

Content + Warnings: Romantic, Fluff, Reader is only mentioned, 1038 words.

MASTERLIST

He was stuck in a flux. The turtle hadn't made anything for a while, not on purpose though. No matter how many times he put a pen or paintbrush to a surface, he couldn't exert a single stroke. It was like his brain was in the constant lapse of wanting but never having the ability to get to the actual doing.

God, now he knew how consistent artists felt. This blows.

After what felt like his eleventh time of trying to sketch out what seemed to be a tree, Mikey let out an exasperated sigh before flopping back onto his bed. His arms were outstretched while he laid with his feet still flat on the ground.

What was going on with him today? Was it something he ate? He was pretty sure he slept fine, so what was the problem?

Through drooping lids, he lazily reached over for his phone, all of his previous efforts had almost drained him completely. He felt that maybe calling it a day and moving on with something else would've been his best bet, but he didn't want to go on with the rest of the afternoon knowing he gave up so early on. Where was this lack of motivation coming from? That wasn't him.

So sitting up, still perched on the edge of his cot, he scanned through his mobile looking for any sort of inspiration he could lay his eyes on. Mikey had spent the next ten minutes scrolling through the depths of Pinterest, before coming across an overly decorated quote that he seemed to gravitate to.

'Base your creation off of what you find most beautiful'

Mikey raised his thumb and forefinger to pick at the skin of his bottom lip in thought. That... Didn't sound half bad.

There was plenty of pretty stuff, like how the sun touched the horizon at the end of the day, or how the leaves changed colour before they'd fall- considering all the stuff he's ever loved in the world, the list goes on and on.

Quickly, the boy shot to his feet and resided just before his easel, paintbrush back in hand. Hesitating for just a moment, he took his time with the first stroke, seeing where it would lead him. Then another. And another, before what he had sketched slowly started to resemble an eye. Y/e/c, if you want to be specific about it, but he just saw it as a chance to go further with the whole portrait. Might as well draw something he knows so well, right?

He was actually having a really great time with this piece. Maybe it was how he managed to mark out the significant points of your facial structure with ease, from every eyelash to the bow of your top lip. Or how he made his stomach flip as he gazed into the irises that felt too much like your own.

Mikey raised the end of the brush to poke at the hollow of his cheek, absentmindedly tracing the edge of his jaw and the bumps of where his teeth situated. He contemplated applying any more detail or if something felt particularly off. Maybe it could use some more shading?

"Hey, uh, Miguel?" The boy in blue had entered his room unannounced, though his attention was focused on picking at whatever was under his nails. "Not to rush you or anything, but when do you think-"

Leo paused once he caught a glimpse of his brother's work-in-progress. A smug grin pulled at his mouth as he perched on the bed's edge, close enough to have a good view of the colourful canvas. "What'cha up to there, friend?"

"Painting Y/N." Mikey's stare remained on the resemblance, mouth barely moving as he replied, as though he was too transfixed to focus on his tone.

Leo tutted into his hand before snaking the other around his brother's shoulders, leaning on his side in a teasing matter. "Clearly, and it looks woah. But uh, why Y/N, may I ask?"

"Be...because they're nice to draw. You know, like the human body. It's different from ours."

"That explains why you're not drawing me." The blue cladded turtle squeezed Mikey ever so gently, receiving a small side glance from him. "You should show em', I think they'll really like it. Who knows, It might help you score."

This piqued the boy's interest, in an embarrassed 'what are you talking about' way. His question was clear in his eyes before he managed to vocalise it.

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about. Hermanito, everyone knows about your little-" He flicked his wrist as a way of gesturing to the painting. "Infatuation. You're not exactly helping your case, either. I mean, look at how much you've focused on their lips alone."

Mikey flicked his stare back at his work, checking to see if his brother's accusations were correct. He hated to admit it, but he wasn't totally wrong...

He did keep a strong regard on your lips, and not just in the painting. It's not his fault they looked so soft and warm and so irresista- oh jeez.

Leo took his wide-eyed silence as his way of ultimately coming to his senses and smirked at the sight. He tapped the smaller turtle's cheek with his palm before releasing him to leave. "I guess this is my exit cue. I hope you enjoy your pondering, you're gonna need it."

Mikey snapped his head towards where his brother stood, ready to leave through the open doorway. "W-what do you mean?"

Leo peeked over his shoulder, a mischievous glint in his eye as he replied: "Oh, you didn't hear? Y/N's staying over tonight. So you better get on some big boy pants, or you're not even going to make it through the evening with them."

Then he went on his way, with Mikey now left lonesome. He drummed an anxious finger against his thigh as he chewed at his bottom lip. Even the thought of spending tonight with you alongside these newfound feelings made his heart thump erratically, how was he supposed to handle it in the moment?

His brother was right. Mikey had a lot of pondering to do.

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jimmys-zeppelin · 2 years

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ghostin'

chapter twenty

(table of contents)

(chapter nineteen)

october 9, 1976

Ellie shifted her car into park and looked achingly at her home. She felt like complete and utter crap. And she was cold. The blonde longed for her own bed and hoped to God the house would be unoccupied. She glanced down at the dashboard clock and as it read 9:15AM. Jimmy was punctual as ever, so she knew he'd probably been gone since before 8. What if he hadn't left? she thought. She shook her head and exited the vehicle.

The door being locked could have been a good sign. Her muscle memory helped her unlock it without a second thought or doubt. She realized she'd forgotten to ask for her key back.

"Here you go." Ellie said, handing Jimmy a shiny, silver key.

He took it in bewilderment, "What's this, then?" he asked with a slight smile creeping in the corners of his pink lips.

"A key. For you. Since we won't be tied at the hip 24/7 I decided to make you one." She replied, a permanent grin residing on her face.

Jimmy pressed his lips against hers in one quick motion, pocketing the key to add to his ring later on, "I love it. Thank you."

As she walked through the house, she decided to keep her shoes on. The cold tile was not a feeling she was partial to at this hour. Not seeing any indications that Jimmy's presence was still alive in the residence, the blonde peeked into the kitchen. On the island counter sat the piece of silver she'd gifted him the previous year. And on the fridge, a pink sheet of paper with scribbles etched onto it was attached with a magnet.

Ellie pocketed the key, making her way around the island to observe the paper. With a quick scan, her heart sank at the word 'Jimmy' written along the bottom and 'Dearest Eleanor' at the top. The second her mind processsd the information she took a deep breath and moved away from the fridge.

She had subconsciously been picking at her nails and only noticed when she hit a snag that happened to draw blood. Hissing slightly at the feeling, Ellie sped to the sink and ran some cool water on her wound. The loud ringing of the telephone sounding throughout the quiet house made her jump as she hurriedly shut off the water. It was then that she noticed the broken glass she'd thrown in the sink the previous night was gone.

Ellie rushed to the living room and picked the phone up off its receiver, "hello?" she asked semi-cautiously.

There was a long pause from the other side before there was a huff, "did you read my note?" the British voice on the other line making Ellie immediately familiar with the speaker.

"No." she replied.

He didn't answer right away, "oh okay."

"What is it, Jimmy?" Ellie asked. Her tone was anything but rough with him despite her words. The exterior he put out into the world was drastically different to who he was in person. Ellie was well-aware of this. She had no reason to be aggressive, anyway; she was hurting, too.

"Read it, please." she knew he was playing with the telephone cord. With the way his voice sounded distant. When she didn't answer he asked again, "Eleanor? Read it, please."

When she heard him use her full name, it sent a rush of emotions to her head. Ellie took a gulp, "Don't say my name like that." she said quietly. She wanted to ask where he was going to be staying, but couldn't bring herself to do it. A tear slipped down her cheek and she wiped away at the soonest possible second.

"I know you don't like it when I call you Eleanor, I apologize." he said, then after a beat, "I left you something."

"I know. I saw the key." Ellie said, feeling the object in her back pocket.

"No...not the key. I left you something else. I tell you where to find it in the note."

"So you wrote me a scavenger hunt?" she asked, not wanting to laugh in his face. If she'd been angrier, she would have.

Jimmy coughed back a chuckle, "if you don't like it just give me a call. I didn't want to get rid of it."

"I broke up with you and you're giving me gifts?" Ellie asked.

"Not exactly. Just please read the note. I'm sorry for everything. For lying, for keeping you out. I just—"

"Jimmy." Ellie cut in, "nothing's gonna fix the things we said last night. I'm tired. I tossed and turned all fucking night. I need a second to clear my head out."

Jimmy drew a heavy sigh, he understood. "Where did you sleep?"

"In my car."

"You don't have to lie, I was just asking."

"I'm not lying. I pulled into Andrew's garage and spent the night. He didn't even know I was there."

"Ellie." Jimmy said, the tone in his voice obvious that he didn't approve.

"I didn't want to call him so late." she said softly, picking at the skin around her wound; the dull pain still throbbing slightly.

"I just wish we could've spent one last night together." An awkward silence fell between them as Ellie took a deep breath, telling Jimmy everything he needed to know, "or not..." he trailed off.

"Yeah, I don't think so." She said, almost telling him the words he wanted to hear, which would have been that she needed some time to think. But she didn't need time to think, she knew what she wanted. And if Jimmy wasn't willing to get help and stop his habits, she'd had enough.

Jimmy was far too stubborn to admit he had a problem, but deep down he knew he was lying to himself when he insisted that he was fine. The dependence on his drug of choice grew more and more with each passing day. He was lost if anything.

"Take care of yourself, Jimmy." she repeated, hanging onto the phone for a second longer before placing it down on the receiver again. She refused to let a cry ripple through her, instead taking a deep breath and heading back to the kitchen.

The note was still there. Glaring at her. Making a fool of her. If she didn't read it, she wouldn't have to know what sort of apology he half-meant scribbled down. But he sounded so sincere over the phone. Ellie couldn't help but remember all the loving notes and things he'd written her. She couldn't let it cloud her judgement. She was hurting just as much as he was.

One glance.

One glance wouldn't hurt.

One glance and she could rip it up and forget about it.

Dearest, Eleanor,

I don't know how to say how filled with regret I am. I don't know exactly where down the line things went sour between us or when the disconnect happened. All I know is that it has and we can't come back from it. I know I'm to blame for a large chunk of your unhappiness these past months and I can't even begin to tell you how sorry I am.

I know you might not want it, but I've left you something. A ring. I was planning on proposing to you sometime this week. It's on your bedside table. Keep it if you'd like, or call me at the Swan Song offices if you don't.

If I could get one last minute with you, to hold you, tell you I love you once more, I would. Hopefully in the future we will be able to have that opportunity. Ellie I love you so much more than you know.

I'll hold you endlessly in my heart,

Jimmy

Ellie stared at the note with a trembling hand, an endless rain of tears dropping down onto the flimsy paper. She stood in her spot unmoving, unsure of what to do next. Finally, she looked up. Her eyes scanned the room before instantly running upstairs to her bedroom.

Just as he'd said. The miniature blue velvet box sat neatly on her nightstand. A wave of anxiety washed over her as she walked over to it, the note now semi-crumpled up in her hand.

Carefully, Ellie opened the box, the quiet creak of the hinges signaled to her that he'd opened the box dozens upon dozens of times, making sure everything was up to par for him—and ultimately her as well.

The large, oval-shaped diamond was what caught her eye first, of course. The clean, pristine cut of it—which specific one it was she couldn't be bothered to know—entranced her more than any ring she'd seen in her life. It was held in place with six simple fixtures and the band was a simple silver piece, decorated with several smaller diamonds all around it. On the inside, as Ellie pulled it out of its place, she came to see that engraved in small lettering was one simple phrase. A phrase that made her heart sink in her chest.

My love, My light, My Eleanor.

Ellie couldn't bring herself to look at it for a moment longer and she quickly put the ring back before shutting the box, never wanting to see the thing again. She looked down at the crumpled note in her hand and in a sudden rage, crumpled it up completely in her fist, letting out a frustrated cry like one she thought she'd never make in her life.

Now she was on the floor, shredding the note into millions of small pieces. She was sure her heart wouldn't recover from this. Ellie let the sobs wrack through her body as her knees drew closer to her chest and her head rested uncomfortably on them. She didn't care if her neighbors would hear her, nor if Jimmy himself walked through the door. She wanted to be alone. Alone with her thoughts and her tears and with the sudden loneliness she now felt.

She didn't know when she'd fallen asleep, but awoke next to a puddle of her down drool and her back aching like she'd slept, well, on the floor. Pulling herself up, Ellie's eyes fell on the box again, a sense of dread sank into the pit of her stomach before turning her attention to the bits of pink paper on the floor. She picked up as many as she could, heading back down to the kitchen.

As she threw the shreds in the trash, Ellie saw several more crumpled up pieces of paper in the bin. Lord, she thought to herself, her heart sinking further into her chest. Drafts.

She debated reading one, but thought better of it for her own sake. Instead, she picked up the entire bag of trash and dropped it off outside. Now it was someone else's problem.

Rummaging through her liquor cabinet, she found her coveted bottle of vodka, scrambling to open the alcohol before taking a big, long, sip. The 'ah' that tumbled past her lips was followed by a deep burning sensation that she rightfully ignored. She needed to get absolutely shitfaced.

Ellie followed the phone cord to the wall, her fingers hovering over it for a few seconds before decidedly yanking it out of the wall. If someone needed to speak with her they would have to come visit her to do so.

She dropped a record onto her turntable, cranked up the volume on her stereo, situated herself on the sofa, and drank her sorrows away; only stopping once the bottle was empty.

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speedypandaweasel · 3 years

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Change of Plans - A Yancy x Neutral! Reader

❤ REBLOGS WOULD BE APPRECIATED ❤

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 MASTERLIST

Where we left off:

So much for a lie in. You slowly rose from the cocoon of warmth you had made for yourself and you felt your toes wriggle up the bed and hiss at the exposed coldness of the room. Dragging yourself out of subconsciousness, your eyes finally decided to greet the grey interior and the black-barred window that perched just out of your arms reach. Why would they put such a tiny window if they didn’t want anyone to look out of it? Pretty pathetic actually. The Penitentiary really needed to repaint the bars, some of the black paint had flaked onto your pillow whilst you were sleeping.

You sat up, a little too quickly, and a cold, hard sensation hit the top of your body. Well good morning to you too World.

The unbearable ringing continued as you brought your arm down onto the squawking alarm clock. The room fell into a comfortable silence once more. 7:30am, not too bad, yet it could have been a little longer. Yet it was as if someone decided to balance a massive book on “how to not have a headache” on your already sore head. You’d ask Boggs for some paracetamol, or maybe some Ibuprofen as you tried to ponder on what did you do to deserve this...

~ Chapter 5 ~

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"I'm here to speak to Officer Boggs." You timidly spoke, playing with the hem of your shirt. The man that towered in the small door frame in front of you was the most intimidating of all: Officer Rexx.

There were rumours about him that were too obscure and dangerous to mention twice, You only happen to hear about them when you overheard a couple of prisoners talking about "the anniversary" of how he lost his previous job, whatever that meant. To be frank, you didn't want to know about whatever hell hole he wriggled out of and treaded on eggshells around him, even if you weren't speaking to him. Something about that man caused you to feel insecure about something that you couldn't point your finger at, but there was no doubt that it was there.

"Yeah, he's in here." He paused for a moment. "You're one of the newer ones around here, aren't you? I've seen you around but never had the pleasure to meet."

He stuck out his grubby hand, his sausage fingers extended shortly at you, waiting for you to touch them. You grimaced before wiping that expression off your face. Rule 1: Never acknowledge the fingers.

You stuck out your hand bravely and shook his greasy one. His strong grip tightened around your knuckles as he shook hard, almost breaking your frail fingers.

"Well, I'll just go get him. Stay there." He spat. The door firmly closed behind him, the staff room's view blocked once again. You peeped through the mesh windows and managed to decipher the blurred silhouette of the sofa and coffee counter. You backed away as the door swung open again to the familiar face of Officer Boggs, his much shorter height made you relax second by the second.

"Oh hi Y/N, shouldn't you be outside?" He asked before shutting the door behind him, leaving the both of you outside in the wide hallway.

"Well I am, but I forgot to give you this from last night." You replied, planting your hand into your pocket before pulling out the owners key. Boggs let out a chuckle as his rosy cheeks grew even merrier.

"I forgot I gave you this! I'm glad that at least someone doesn't take my naivety for granted" He continued. "I respect that about you."

He unhooked the jingling keys from his beltline and clipped the Cafertiera key on the chain. He had a proud collection of keys to his name - being a veteran member of the Prison, it did have its perks.

"Well thank you, I really appreciate that Boggs. You know, sometimes I don't feel like I fit in here myself." Sounded cliche, you internally facepalmed yourself. Normally you wouldn't be telling this to anyone, but Boggs had been there since forever so it was nice to tell at least someone your true thoughts about staying here.

"Oh now don't think like that, every prisoner when they first come in her feels like that, but don't worry, I'm sure that the others will welcome you soon. Have you tried talking to them? I know you're not the socially inclined person but give it a shot. Who knows? You might actually enjoy their company" He concluded.

When Boggs gave advice, it could go two ways: either it was incredibly awful which ended in bad decisions being drawn from it, or it could be genuinely heartwarming and sincere words of wisdom. Thankfully, this was one of those pieces.

You allowed yourself to run over the speech the superior had just given and smiled. You could spark up a conversation with Yancy, you could ask him about what that poem meant! Maybe that could be the starting point of breaking out of your introverted shell.

"Thanks Boggs, I really do appreciate you." You said, before heading off outside.

"Have fun! But not too much fun, I don't want for you to get hurt!" His yells sounded down the empty corridor.

The mid-day sun blazed down on the steaming concrete, the prisoners having that work-out glow. Yancy had rolled his short sleeves even shorter, exposing his lesser-known tattoos, and his private box was stuffed in his trouser leg conveniently, away from the guard's view. If anyone found out what was in this box..well, it would ruin him.

Racing became tiresome after a couple of hours so the prisoners resorted to lazily running laps around the small quarter, this included the songbird himself.

"I tell's ya T, you wanna stop off for a few minutes? this box is gettin' uncomfortable." He protested, shifting his weight from one foot to another, finding a comfortable spot in his trouser leg.

"Why, you chickening out? Scared that someone will beat your record?" T retorted.

The prisoners slowed to a stop. Yancy regrettably paused his track game and attempted to get his ragged breath back.

"No ya dingus, it's 'cause dis box is scratchin' my skin off! I swear I's bleedin' down my shin by now."

Tiny's retort turned into concern as they pulled over to the side of the quarter. Once out of sight, Yancy slowly rolled his trouser leg up to his shin and took out the small, worn-out box from the bottom of his leg.

"Your leg hasn't been sawed off Yance, but you sure you need to keep it there? You could hurt yourself."

Yancy chortled shortly, not willing to admit that his friend was right. After what happened last time, he was going to learn from his mistakes. He rubbed his fading ankle bruise as he remembered the time he stayed in the medical ward. But the question was: where was he going put the little thing?

His eyes scanned the usual nooks and crannies that he had hid stuff in before, but word somehow got out and now everyone was using them for their secret stashes. Great - so much for having the upper hand.

His eyes continued to look for somewhere to stuff the thing until his ears pricked up on the outside door swinging open. His frustrated face broke into a smile as he saw you walk out timidly, and perching on a weight bench.

"Here, can youse hang on to it for a hot minute, just don't open it alight," He said, his curious eyes never leaving your sight.

Tiny was startled. The Boss never let them hold anything of his, let alone the one thing he persistently never left out of his sight. Tiny slipped the matchbox into their shoe before taking a squat down the brick wall as they watched their mate stride over to the newbie, but chose not to follow suit.

You picked at the seat cushion like it was the most interesting thing ever to you, whilst plucking up the courage to go and talk to the most confident person out here. Your eyes managed to look up. partially blinded from the sun but saw the small huddles of prisoners near the water pitches, walking around, or down by the blind spot. Guards stood at every entrance broadly, letting people in and out of the area, their moist uniforms made you wonder how the hell they managed to keep composure in this heat.

Your moment abruptly came as you saw the man of the hour coming towards you, his wide shoulders fully exposed to the heats rays. You knew he worked but w-w-wow.

"Finally decided to join in the fun eh?" He sprung up the conversation.

Chuckling, you look down, embarrassed and in amusement "And I'm guessing that this is the newest trouser look. Is this asymmetric chic? or is this just you trying to use illusion to become taller?" You threw a double whammy at him.

Yancy's shocked eyes bored into your own mischievous ones for a brisk moment. Suddenly, he exaggeratedly placed a hand on his chest before crumbling to the grass floor. "Oh de pain! I can't bear it anymore! Not another short joke!"

Other people around the quarter edge were starting to laugh along with his flailing and happily applauded when he finished his piece. The cheering and jeering died down as the conversation drifted back to normal, as Yancy dragged his trouser leg down and sidled up next to you and he bumped his hard shoulder next to yours.

"What a Drama Queen." You continued, letting out a small smile.

"What can I's say, I got's to get ma training in somewhere." He replied "So how's it been with you? Finish dat book yet?"

It was as if he read your mind! The topic of the poetry book caught your attention as you chipped away at your social shell. "Uh, not yet, but I did want to ask you a couple of questions about poem 19. You know, the one you recommended I read?"

The prisoner stretched his arms and placed them behind himself. "Oh yeah! It's one of ma favourites! I personally thinks its about de good and bad sides to love and once you've actually caught feelings for someone, it pains you to do things dat even surprise yaself. Youse got me?"

You would have never known that Yancy had a passion for literature, just listening to him made you even more dedicated to spending time with him. Boggs was right with his advice, it didn't bruise your ego that bad to socialise with new people, as it made you question what other things the man had up it sleeve - or trouser leg.

You rephrased yourself, "Ok then Yance, do you read poems often then?" your feet started to dance around the grassy floor, flattening pieces of green.

"So do you analyse poems often then Yancy?"

The man interrupted you "Oh please, call me Yance, only the big dog calls me Yancy."

"I used to when I was a youngin', my family hads a nice library ya see. Dey's had Shakespeare, Jane Austen, and some oder authors I can't remember but when youse a fabulous actor like myself, you gotta keep up ya noggin' in check." He smiled and looked out onto the busy area, almost reminiscing about his past life.

He never liked to bring up the subject of his past but when Yacny was with you, it felt- right. To finally talk about childhood memories and just laugh about them, instead of it always being dragged back to the soul reason why he was locked up at Happy Trails in the first place.

His strong arm planted on the side of your small shoulder as he gave you a tight squeeze. "How about youse? Do you read?"

"I-Uh... I"

Words formed in your mouth, yet your tongue was on holiday, not responding to any sentence your brain was throwing at you. Butterflies were born in your stomach as your face started to feel warm, too warm for your liking. What was happening? Were you having sunstroke!?

"Youse ok? Ya looking a little warm d'ere" Yancy said, dropping his arm from your side. "Youse want me to go grab you some water?"

This signalled your tongue to finally come back to work. "Oh. No, I'm fine thanks and yeah, I read, that's what I was going to ask about you actually." You said, forcing confidence.

"No way! Heh, I guess great minds think alike huh?" He replied, grinning his addicting smile. He looked over to where he left Tiny and an idea sprung in his scheming mind. "Hey, youse wanna come over to the wall, I got's a friend who you could meet. I mean, only if you wanna?" Yancy laughed, trying to sweetly coax you deeper into socialisation.

You hesitated. This man sure was alluring, but risking another episode like that caused you to reconsider. You bit your bottom lip, slightly, your eyebrows became sewn together as you weighted up your options. Either go over and run your social battery out completely, or decline and recover from this moment.

"Thanks Yance, but I think I'm done for the day." You responded. "All this talking and warm heat" and maybe some other things "has made my head spin a little."

"Ok, well if youse's sure." Yancy stood up once more and punched your shoulder "See you around Keys!"

You saw him walk back to his mate and sit down together under the shade of the building. You blissfully made your way back inside of Happy Trails, back with you and your own thoughts.

Its blasting air conditioner made your arms tingle as you pulled out a chair in the Cafeteria and went to reach for the poetry book. The silence hung much thicker in the air as you sat uncomfortably. Is this what withdrawal felt like? To be isolated not a minute after being surrounded by people. You kind of missed the feeling of having someone to talk to, but everyone had their boundaries - even you. You tried not to linger on the thought of feeling like you let Yancy down. He gave you the opportunity to help you overcome your fears but you didn't take it. Maybe next time you would take it, but for now, you did something new today: You should be proud of yourself.

You scanned around at the empty chairs and tables, the occasional guard whistling by the Cafeteria's door frame before you brought your head to the window. Your eyes soon spotted Yancy sashaying around with his friend. They must have said something funny because he soon showed his pearly whites, his chest rising and falling as his strong hand clutched his chest. Your eyes couldn't tear themselves away from this scene. The jailbird was the only person who actually tried with you. Smiling to yourself, you looked back up and your breath hitched. He was looking directly back at you and giving you a small wave. His smaller companion followed suit, shooting their hand straight up, frantically joining in. You sheepishly waved back before opening the book from you left off.

"Missed me Y/N?"

#yancy x reader #yancy #ahwm #a heist with markiplier #markiplier #markiplier egos #ahwm yancy #x reader #yancy the prisoner

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lizbotw · 3 years

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SEVEN MINUTES IN HELL: MIDORIYA’S ROUTE - SENSES

YOU’VE CHOSEN A WINDING PATH: TURN BACK NOW (MASTERLIST)

pairing: midoriya x reader

summary: It’s probably best to bring a flashlight and watch where you’re going in dusty old cellars.

a/n: the fourth route of the halloween collab with deku and the prompt “tangled traps” ♡ also the title may or may not have been inspired by spiderman’s spidey sense

word count: 2k

“I think you should go first.”

“Wha- why?! You’re the one who got dared.”

You stood at the top of the basement stairs next to Midoriya, the darkness below seemingly endless. Leave it up to him to get dared to go explore the lower level of the cabin you had specifically avoided because it gave everyone the creeps. And to make matters worse, you had been roped into this as well because he had been graciously allowed to choose one other person to go with him. Why he chose you of all people was a mystery, and although any other time being alone with him would make your heart pound in happiness, right now it was pounding for an entirely different reason—one that may or may be related to your imagination running wild at what lay just a few steps below you.

You heard the sharp intake of breath and when you looked at him, you found that he was standing straighter now, a determined look in his eye. “Let’s just get this over with. It shouldn’t take long.” And then he was descending the steps, careful with where he placed his feet to avoid slipping. You followed in suit, grip tight against the worn out railing you could barely see.

You heard the heavy thud of a footstep. “I think I reached the bottom,” he called up and you could only vaguely tell where he was.

It wasn’t long until you reached the final step as well and then stepped out onto the floor of the basement. There was an earthy smell from the space being dug so far underground, but there was also a faint musk of all things ancient—seems like no one had been down here in a long time. Reaching your hand out in front of you, you realized you couldn't even see it.

“Midoriya.”

“Yeah?”

“Hold on, I’m going to touch you. Don’t scream.”

You couldn’t see his expression, but you knew there was a look of indignation from his tone alone. “You say that like I was planning to!”

“Shut up, I’m just trying to save us the embarrassment of the others thinking we’re actually scared.” You blindly groped in front of you, trying to place where he was based on his voice. You hand made contact with fabric and you could feel the warmth underneath. You patted the area, confused, trying to place what it was. “What am I touching?”

“Uh… that’s my shoulder.”

With that in mind, you slowly felt your way down his arm until your touch brushed against his hand and you hooked your fingers with his.

“What are you-”

“So we don’t get lost.”

That seemed like explanation enough for him and he adjusted his grip to hold your hand tighter, pads of his fingers pressing against the back of it.

“So… what now?”

“Kaminari did say we had to find something down here and bring it back as proof.”

“But how? I can’t see anything. We should just go back up.”

You felt a tug on your hand and realized that he was walking ahead, pulling you along with him. “There has to be some sort of light source down here. Hopefully we’ll eventually find a light switch or something.”

You followed him, praying that you didn’t trip over something. “I don’t think this place has electricity. We really are stuck out here.” You felt something brush against your leg and you jolted, clamping down on your lip so you didn’t yelp—what the fuck was that? There was the clatter of metal falling next to your feet—something small—and an idea filled your mind. Maybe you could just grab this mysterious object and book it upstairs? That should satisfy the conditions of the dare, right?

You shook your hand out of Midoriya's, but then you felt him reaching back to grab a hold of your fingers, making a noise of confusion. You shook them off one more and spoke before he could do it again. “Hold on. I think I found something.” You crouched down and hesitantly reached out to skim your fingers along the floor, feeling the dust that had gathered from no one being down here in who knows how long—gross. Just as you were growing frustrated, you felt something cool press against you. It was solid and as you fumbled to grab a hold of it, you felt your thumb brush against a button. You clicked it and light flooded the space in front of you. A flashlight. You shone the light around you, seeing now that stacks of boxes filled the room, along with old newspapers strewn about the floor. In the far corners of the room, large, draping cobwebs had formed, although you had been lucky enough to avoid them so far, not having ventured very far into the room just yet.

There was a dull ache in your cheeks and you realized you had been beaming—no pun intended—at the discovery. Finally, something was going right around here. You had to show Midoriya. Your face fell. Speaking of which, where was he? You remembered the faint footsteps in the back of your mind when you had let go of his hand. Had he gone up ahead?

You rose from your crouched position to scan the room again. No sign of him. Where in the world—

“Hey, (Y/N), I think I found something! Come look, it’s-” He cut himself off with a strangled noise. There were heavy steps as though he were stumbling over his own two feet and you heard muted “mmphs” and “hmphs” as though he couldn’t open his mouth to yell properly. There was a crash that made you jump and then a groan of pain. You swung the light to shine in his general direction and found him collapsed on a knocked down pile of boxes, silver spider webs that glimmered under the light draped over him.

He held a hand up to shield his eyes from the light and you shone it a little off from him so it wasn’t as direct. Actually seeing what was on him now with the illumination had Midoriya gasping in surprise and quickly clawing the strings off of him, especially trying to tug the ones on his face off.

You fought back a laugh, the beginnings of a smirk tugging at your lips. “I was about to tell you to watch out for those.”

He had succeeded in getting most of them off and was spitting out the remnants that clung near his mouth, brow furrowed. “Yeah, but you didn’t.” Midoriya tried to get up but fell back onto the boxes with a clatter, so you walked over and offered a hand to pull him up. He gratefully took it and was on his feet seconds later. “Thanks.” His small smile morphed back into disgust right away though and he stuck out his tongue. “I think some of it got in my mouth.”

“What do they taste like?”

“The spider webs?”

“Yeah.”

Midoriya peeled off a section of web that clung to his arm and held it up to you. “Wanna try?”

“Ew, no!” you shrieked and ducked away out of his reach while he was chuckling at your expense. The laughter eventually died down though as the flashlight began to flicker. You groaned. “Come on, I just found this. Don’t die on me, you stupid thing.” You knocked it against your hand and that seemed to fix the problem momentarily, the light shinning brilliantly one again.

Midoriya was rubbing his head now, wiping his mouth with the back of his other hand. “I think there’s a light switch somewhere over there. I felt it poke my side when I ran into the wall before.”

You used the flashlight to search against the worn-out wall, its white paint peeling in long strips, and found the switch he was talking about. It looked to have been fully white at one point too, but right now it was slightly yellowed and showing clear signs of age. You flipped it and the room instantly filled with light. Both of you shielded your eyes from the glare, but you forced your eyes open a few seconds later, now taking in the entire space.

It wasn’t exactly clean, but it wasn’t as messy as you’d thought. There was a thin coating of dust on everything. A bookshelf was against the opposite wall and adjacent was a wooden desk. Its surface was cluttered and overflowing with papers, however, you noticed something against the back corner that had you squinting to get a closer look.

“Is that-”

It seemed like Midoriya had noticed it too and a thumping filled your heart as he carefully walked over to it, making sure to avoid the hanging spider webs now. A light green antique telephone was what both of you had your attention on and you stayed still as he picked up the receiver and pressed it to his ear to hear if it worked. There was a beat of silence, and then— “There’s static.” He looked you dead in the eye, still holding the phone to his ear, and a boyish grin spreading across his face. “It works.”

Your eyes widened. “No way.” You quickly stalked over him and grabbed the phone from his hand, pressing it against your own face. The crisp sputter of static filled your ears—an active line. “...you’re right.”

“We should tell the others!” He turned to go bounding up the stairs, but you grabbed a hold of his arm to stop him.

“Wait, let’s try it first. What’s U.A.’s number?”

Midoriya wasted no time in reciting the digits to you and you spun the dial on the rotary in accordance, the wheel moving smoothly despite its apparent age. He paused when he was done. “How’d you know I had it memorized?”

“If anyone has it memorized, it’s you, Midoriya,” you replied offhandedly as you pressed the phone again to your ear with a baited breath. You didn’t want to tell the others just yet and get their hopes up for nothing if the phone really couldn’t work, and although they would be none the wiser if you didn’t tell them anything at all, now your hopes were up at just finding this. Please work, please work, please work— you heard ringing on the other side and almost dropped the phone. “Holy fuck.”

“What? What is it?” Midoriya was frantic now, your sudden panic sending him into a tizzy.

“It works, Midoriya. It’s ringing.” You were full on smiling now and in the middle of your euphoria, tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear to free up your hands and grabbed him by the front of his shirt to pull him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around you with no resistance, pulling you tight to his chest, and you two were practically jumping with glee at the discovery, so much so that neither of you had the chance to get flustered at the sudden proximity and the way you were pressed together (although the thought may or may not come back to haunt the both of you as you lay in bed the next night).

Midoriya finally pulled away, holding you at arms length, grinning so widely you were sure it was going to split his face in two. “I’m going to tell the others, okay?” You frantically nodded in reply, too happy to form words, your own lips pressed into a hard smile. You watched as he took the old rickety steps two at a time and disappeared through the doorway at the top where you two had stood minutes before just as you heard someone answer the phone and the sound of U.A.’s receptionist’s—no doubt working late at the office—sleepy “Hello?” filled your ears.

In the midst of your excitement, no one thought to mention how odd it was that a long abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere had enough running electricity to power a phone in the first place.

YOU’VE REACHED THE END OF THE PATH: RETURN TO THE CABIN

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vkookjamz · 4 years

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⋆☽Kitten☾⋆

|| Prologue. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8.

| 𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑘𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑥 𝐶𝑎𝑡-𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 |

"𝘉-𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭..?"

𝘑𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘬𝘰𝘰𝘬'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘈𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦..

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Y/n's POV

You walked in Jungkook's room quietly shutting the door, going over to his closet sniffling as your gaze traveled down to your wrist. Red from where he grabbed it harshly earlier.

He'd never been so cold or hurtful towards you, he was always so sweet and gentle.

Sighing, you wiped your eyes beginning to look through his wardrobe, scanning over his clothes.

You didn't know where to begin, you'd never worn clothes before so you actually needed help getting dressed.

Well, you knew clothing names and where they went on the body, it was just putting them on that was the problem.

No wonder Jungkook started hating you- you were helpless.

But seriously, what was with him? First he acts like he hates you, then gets defensive about where you sleep and what you wear?

Pouting, you grabbed a pair of grey sweatpants and put them over your arms with a huff. Drooping your ears in defeat.

"Aish I'm so stupid.." You mumbled to yourself continuing to struggle.

"No you're not y/n-ah.." turning, you saw Jin walk towards you after shutting the door smiling sweetly to make you feel slightly better.

"I am stupid Jin, even Jungkook sees it and hates me now.."

"Nonsense, he doesn't hate you- he loves you just as much as the rest of us"

He grabbed your wrist causing you to flinch, hissing in discomfort. Giving you a confused look, Jin's eyes lowered to your arm then grew large.

"Who did this?!" he inspected your red skin carefully, brushing his fingertips along the marks as if he were touching a baby bird.

You let out a quiet sigh. "Jungkook-appa.."

"WHAT?! I WILL BEAT THAT BOY WITH MY-"

"No no! Jin please- I'm okay, please just forget about it-"

He sighed with a nod, raising your wrist to his lips, giving a light kiss on the tender flesh. Blushing, you gave a small shy smile.

Jin was the second sweetest to you, almost like a grandparent- well at least what you thought a grandparent would be.

"If he does anything again I won't cook him food for a week, he'll have to fend for himself" his words causing your smile to widen.

"Alright, now can you help me? I'm not used to clothes-" Looking down shamefully, Jin chuckled removing the sweatpants from your arms.

"First you need a shirt and pants, you also need underwear and a bra but- we'll get you that tomorrow"

You nodded as he helped you put on the sweatpants correctly, they felt a little uncomfortable but you assumed it was because you were without underwear.

Next he grabbed a black T-shirt, sliding the material over your head. It was pretty baggy, but smelled like Jungkook which caused you to involuntarily purr.

"Aww y/n-ah you're so cute like this~ " he gently pinched your cheeks.

"His scent it just- it makes me so happy" you blushed hugging yourself with the fabric.

Jin chuckled, "You know he wears women's perfume right?"

"Really??" you giggled as Jin nodded laughing, shaking his head amused. "Well, it says unisex but trust me, it smells like a girl to everyone"

Contining to giggle you walked to the mirror, looking at yourself. You looked okay, not like a complete hobo, but okay. Like Tae said, you'd go shopping later anyways so it didn't matter.

Jin stood behind you yawning then stretching "Well you're welcome, having me, world wide handsome be your stylist for the morning, now how about I make breakfast?"

Nodding quickly you gave a bright smile "Thank you Jinnie" turning around, you leaned up on your tiptoes giving him a tight hug which he happily returned.

"You're welcome darling, now let's eat!" He ran out with you following not far behind him.

~Time Skippy~

"KIM NAMJOON GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN BEFORE YOU SET THE DORM ON FIRE AGAIN" Jin yelled waving his spatula towards the clumsy tall male.

"YAH! That was on accident! And it was a SMALL fire!!" Namjoon protested holding his hands up in defense.

" ....... Taehyung almost lost his eyebrows"

"I-... But I'm hungry!!!" The younger whined.

"I DON'T CARE NOW OUT OUT OUT!!" He ended the small feud smacking Joon's butt with the spatula before he left the area.

Jin was making pancakes while the rest of Bangtan was- well.. being Bangtan.

Hoseok was in Tae and Jimin's room, where they all were playing video games.

Namjoon had just went to his room- probably to recover from his spatula spanking.

Which left you, Yoongi and Jungkook sitting in the living room awkwardly.

Sitting up in your chair, you went on your phone. Jungkook bought you it awhile back when he caught you playing on HIS, seeing you knew how to operate it with your paw pads.

You enjoyed watching videos and listening to music so he just gave you your own. Although, now you had THUMBS so you could type faster and do more.

"Princess?" Yoongi turned on his current position on the couch to lay on his side, squinting his eyes open to look up at you.

Your ears perked looking towards him, "Yes uncle Yoongs?"

Chuckling he lifted his arm lazily, waving you over "I need my cuddle buddy to nap comfortably"

Huffing at the comment, Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning to face the TV. Of course you noticed but you just shrugged it off.

You smiled setting your phone down on the table, taking a seat at the tired males feet. He pouted at your distance pulling you by your waist to lay on top of him.

Both of your chests connected as you looked into his eyes, getting a bit nervous at the closeness as he smiled cockily eyeing you.

"You know princess, now that you're like this you should really call me oppa.." Yoongi wrapped his arms firmly around your waist, snuggling his head into your neck.

Jungkook's jaw clenched balling his hands into fists, cracking his knuckles with his thumbs watching you both. Tensing from hearing the word he disliked most.

"Why Yoongs? are you not my uncle anymore?.." you let your ears droop looking as sad as could be.

Looking up he shook his head. "No I am princess, but now that you're human it's just more respectful for you to call me that"

Jungkook seemed to calm slightly, breathing out in frustration. He knew the others would take advantage of your innocence, and it was killing him.

Yoongi smirked licking his lips noticing his jealous maknae. "And I'd love you even more if you did baby girl" he teased rubbing your ears.

Now blushing red, you gulped nervously stuttering "O-Okay Yoongi- oppa.."

Jungkook's head snapped away from the TV, looking at the two of you. More so his hyung.

He glared with dark eyes, although there was raging jealousy behind them as his tongue prodded against his cheek annoyed.

"Y/n."

You felt your heart stop at hearing his strong firm voice call you for the first time that day "Yes Jungkook-appa?.."

Biting your lip, you sat up looking at him. He chewed on his bottom lip, his arms crossed as he stared you down.

God he was gorgeous.

"Why don't you- "

"BREAKFAST IS READY BOYS- AND GIRL" you covered your sensitive ears at Jin's loud shout from the kitchen.

"FOOOOD!!" Taehyung bursted from his room flailing his arms, running straight for the kitchen followed by Hoseok and Jimin behind him.

"Y/n-ahh come eat breakfast, you can sit with me!" Hoseok grabbed your hand dragging you away from Yoongi, emitting a sigh getting up.

"Okay Uncle Hobi!" Smiling as brightly as him, you left to the kitchen unknowingly leaving behind an angry Jungkook and a smirking Yoongi. Both staring each other down.

"Back off Hyung." Jungkook warned.

"I don't know what you're talking about Kook" The older gave a sly smile, making him scoff.

"You're not her oppa"

"Neither are you"

"I never said I was"

"Then why do you act like it? Finding out she's a hybrid made you start eyeing her like a meal, yet you treat her like shit" stepping closer to the younger he crossed his arms.

Jungkook knew how he was being towards you wasn't right, but he couldn't explain why he was acting the way he was around you now.

He didn't know how else to act other than harsh in order to mask his true desires towards you.

Yoongi smirked seeing how easily he shut up his maknae, but he needed to push it. Just to see if he was right.

"I wonder why her calling me oppa gets you so pissed- and let's not forget you about to lose it at Tae going to take her bra and pantie shopping, why'd that bother you so much"

Jungkook brought himself to stand right in front of the other, looking straight into his eyes. Yoongi had never seen Jungkook so serious, but he remained cool and calm watching him with matched intensity.

"Because she's mine.."

A/n: Yoongi stans get ready ;)

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SSA Hotchner: chapter 4 - romantic love

TW - threatening letter, a bit of combat, flirting, alluding to sexual themes but not really? let me know if i missed something :)

WC - 2,898

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walking into the frat house you scanned the room for spencer immediately, finding him in the corner where he could keep an eye on everything in the living room area and then some. you gave him a subtle nod when he made eye contact with you to signal you knowing his presence.

"alright, y/n. i need you to scope the place for the guy in the picture we showed you," morgan's voice rang out from your earpiece. "he'll be somewhere near the entrance looking for his next victim."

you gave two taps on your earring to let them know you understood. you began walking further into the living room, making eye contact with spencer again who nodded his head to your right. you looked over your shoulder and found the suspect.

you grabbed a cup of some unknown substance, not wanting to take a sip of it anyway. you traced your finger along the edges as you saw lucas stillwater eyeing you. you bit the bottom of your lip gently, noticing how he began walking towards you almost immediately.

"hi, pretty lady," he greeted you, his hand coming to find your waist.

"hi," you smiled softly, repressing your gag reflex from his touch.

"this dress is... something else, sweetcheeks," already two pet names. got it, dick.

"this ol' thing? i've had it for ages," you started, before moving to fix the collar of his shirt. "now you... look great in this shirt. only..." you pulled him in so you could whisper, "i think it might look better off."

"damn, junior hotch," morgan laughed. "you've really got some game."

"you don't waste any time, do ya?" he smiled as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

"hmm... what can i say?" you pulled back to look him in the eyes, removing your hands from him completely. "i know what i want."

"morgan, how about we don't mention my sister like that. got it?" aaron announced.

"you and me both, sugar. you and me both," he growled as he eyed you up and down.

"sir, yes sir," morgan laughed once again.

"i'm hoping that something is me?" you bat your eyelashes innocently, tilting your head in curiousity.

"that something is most definitely you," he agreed. "what do ya say we get out of here, head back to my place?" he placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

"hmm," you traced his chest with your index finger. "i would love to... but i can't," you immediately pulled back and out of his grip, walking across the living room closer to spencer.

"great. now flirt with spencer to entice him more," morgan announced. "you have to get him really riled up, whatever it takes."

spencer had seen how you acted with lucas. as much as he hated to admit, it got underneath his skin. he wanted to be the only one you talked to like that, even if it was just for a case.

you walked over to spencer, biting your lip once again as you approached him. once you got to him, you turned him to face the direction the unsub was once in.

"is he watching?" you whispered in his ear.

"uh, mmhmm. he uh, he's watching," he nodded.

"i'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable," you swallowed.

you noticed the way his breathing picked up. the way his body nearly trembled at your touch. you were clearly making him uncomfortable.

"just act like it's someone else, alright?" you asked before pulling back, playing with a few strands of his hair.

"he looks angry, keep doing that," spencer announced.

"that's good," you swallowed, feeling a bit nervous about what was supposed to go down later that night. "so you're going back with me, right?" you asked with a grin.

"uhm, yea. i am," he nodded. "doing so would entice the unsub even further, ensuring that he'd follow you back."

"okay, sounds good," it was your turn to nod with a smile. "i can't wait to get out of these heels," you giggled as you brought your other hand to his shoulder. "they're rather uncomfortable."

"they look amazing," he grinned with his puppy dog eyes. "i uh- i know i wasn't really able to s-say anything before," he swallowed. "you look re-really beautiful."

"thank you, spence," you blushed. "do you think we're good to leave now?" he nodded. "great, i'm so glad i can change out of this," you laughed as you pulled his hand out the door and towards a car the fbi had gotten just for this case.

you drove to your 'house,' noticing a dark blue sedan following close behind as you pulled into the driveway. you quickly got out, and made your way inside while holding spencer unbelievably close.

once you got inside you went into the bedroom to grab the change of clothes so you could get out of the dress. it was a pair of sweatpants and a short tank top. you were also able to take out the earpiece since the unsub couldn't directly see you.

walking out of the bathroom, you met spencer in the bedroom once again. you noticed him looking at you in a weird way.

"what is it?" you squinted your eyebrows as you looked over your appearance. "i don't think there's a stain on these clothes, i just bought them a month ago."

"th-there's not," you furrowed your brows even more in confusion. "it's just... you look amazing in both a party dress and while dressed in what some would call their 'lazy day clothes,' i just don't see how that's fair," he chuckled as you went to sit down beside him on the bed.

"well i would say you look great in 'lazy day clothes' and in your work clothes and in a tuxedo and in practically anything," you moved a strand of hair behind his ear. "be sure to give yourself credit where it's due, doc."

"thank you, y/n," he said in a tone so genuine it sounded as though you had given him the greatest gift in the world, not just a kind compliment.

"of course," you smiled as you went to the head of the bed, ensuring that there was a gun in the drawer beside it.

"morgan just texted and said the unsub's car is parked outside. he's going to come in about 5 minutes from now," spencer announced.

"i have my gun, you?" you looked at him, he nodded. "great," you felt your breathing pick up.

"hey," spencer placed a hand on your lower thigh. "i'm here, alright? i'll go to the back door, that's where he enters the house," he rubbed his thumb soothingly. "he won't hurt you."

"right. he won't hurt me. but what about you?" you asked, placing your hand over his.

"don't worry about me," he took your hand and pressed his lips to it. "i'll be okay."

"if you aren't okay by the end of the night i'm gonna kill you," you warned him as he placed your hand in his lap, still covered by his.

"alright, i'll hold you to that," he chuckled quietly. "i'll be back, alright?" you nodded as he got up and made his way to the back door.

you walked up to the front door, looking out the peephole and seeing nothing but darkness which was odd. there was a porch light on, and streetlights on the street that lit it up. so why was there no light?

you moved to flip the light switch on, finding it didn't work at all. you went to the kitchen, it didn't work. then once you made your way to the back door where spencer was supposed to be, he wasn't there.

you began panicking. he was gone. he was dead. he was hurt. gone. hurt. dead? you ran back to the living room, finding spencer passed out you placed your gun beside his body to examine him. with what seemed to be a tranquilizing dart in his neck.

you felt arms around your neck and torso, then another pair by your feet. you immediately started kicking as the arm around your neck began squeezing harder than before. you tilted your chin down, bringing your hands up to gouge at the person's eyes that was behind you. he went down wailing

using your core, you kept yourself up as the person holding your torso fell back, you wrapped your legs around his body. you jabbed his gut before putting arms around his neck as you used all your strength to choke his neck, twisting your body around to the back of his body. once you were on his back, you were able to unwrap your legs from his body and use that leverage to induce more pain, he passed out within seconds.

you quickly dropped his body and pointed your gun at the guy who was still screaming, recognizing him as lucas. the door busted down, morgan rushing through with aaron, guns raised.

the heaving in your chest didn't stop or slow down, still having that rush of adrenaline from what just went down.

"you're alright," aaron breathed a sigh of relief as he went to engulf you in his arms.

"i told you i would be," you breathed in the comforting scent of your brother, home.

"damn, y/n," morgan came to clap you on the back. "i didn't know you had that in you. taking down two grown men? remind me to never mess with you,"

"spencer, he-he got hit with a tranquilizer," you announced, motioning to where his body lay on the couch.

"don't worry about him, it's a normal valium tranquilizer. it'll ware off soon," morgan informed you, a wave of relief washing over you.

"so how'd this happen?" aaron asked, you turned to face him.

"spence went to the back door to wait for them to enter since that's where he was supposed to come in. then i went to the front door just to be safe, but i couldn't see anything. it was totally dark. they had cut off power for the block," you turned to face morgan. "that's what we missed. once i figured that out i went to check on spencer, he wasn't by the back door so i went back to the living room and found him here like that," you motioned to him on the couch. "then i felt someone's arms around my neck and feet. i gouged his eyes out, held my body up and choked the other one. ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom! you guys come in," you summarized.

"i don't think i've ever been this impressed by you, y/n," aaron smiled, proud of his little sister.

"well i have been taking self defense lessons since i left home," you shrugged.

"really?" he asked, surprised by the news.

"mhmm. i thought that since dad was..." you cut yourself off. "yea, i've just wanted to know how to protect myself and others," you corrected.

aaron's eyes softened as you stumbled over your words, engulfing you in a hug to comfort you. he rested his chin on your head.

"i love you, aaron," you whispered so only he could hear.

"i love you," he replied, placing a kiss on your hairline.

back on the plane, you sat beside spencer who was still passed out from the tranquilizer. he was supposed to wake up sometime before you land, but with his quick metabolism it would probably be much sooner. you kept your gaze on his peaceful sleeping demeaner. moving your hand around his face, you brushed his hair back once more.

basically everyone else was asleep on the jet aside from you and emily. she noticed the way you looked at him. wistfully. worried. loving.

"he's alright," emily spoke up, sitting in the chair closest to the couch. you rose your eyes to meet hers.

"i-i know," you nodded. "i just... i thought he was-" you cut yourself off.

"but he's not," she titled her head as you looked back at him sleeping. "he's breathing. he'll wake up soon."

"there was a moment when i saw he wasn't there, by the back door, and i just-i didn't know..." you sighed as you traced his cheekbone with the side of your finger.

"you know, he's pretty smitten by you, too?" emily asked with a smirk.

"please," you rolled your eyes. "he's a genius."

"after he first met you, he asked me all about you. he wanted to know where you went to college, your hobbies, interests, whether or not you had a boyfriend," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

"that doesn't mean anything, em. it just means he's curious of a new person," you finally refocused your eyes on her. "besides, how do you know i like him?"

"come on, y/n. i've known you for how long?" she whisper-yelled. "i know when you have a little crush on someone."

"who said it was little?" you laughed "no, i just haven't ever had a real relationship before. i don't think i'm meant to be in one," you shrugged.

"why not?" she furrowed her brows

"i've just never been lucky in the dating aspect. i've learned to be happy with myself... by myself," you proudly announced. "and you know what happened with my parents, it just doesn't seem like many relationships these days are actually happy. they all end in divorce or someone stays because they're too afraid to leave or... or it's just not a good idea."

"if this is because of your dad..." she trailed off.

"it's not just because of my dad, it's because i don't think relationships are necessary. i don't think romantic love is... real," you brought your hands to spencer's, fiddling with his fingers to calm yourself down.

"you don't believe in love?" she asked incredulously.

"i don't believe in romantic love," you corrected.

"how did i never know this about you? i mean not believing in love is kind of a big thing..." she rose her eyebrows comically.

"it's never really been brought up," you dropped his hand and shrugged your shoulders.

spencer began stirring in his spot, he leaned up and squinted his eyes at you. he took a deep breath and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you as close to him as possible.

"you're alright," he sighed into your hair. "i thought they were going to hurt you."

"they didn't. i'm alright, spence. i promise," you stroked his hair gently, trying your best to calm him. "i'm okay," you tried to pull back, only to find his grip on you tighten slightly.

"just... just let me hold you for a little longer?" he pleaded as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

"if you're gonna do that then i wanna take a nap," you giggled as you moved the two of you to lay down together, his arms under yours as you curled into his chest.

"whatever you'd like," he sighed.

he heard what you said about love not being real. he heard about how you liked him, but how it couldn't go anywhere. and he was determined to change that for you, no matter what it took.

and he didn't know much about yours or aaron's childhood. from what happened in his own, he understood why someone would want to keep it under wraps. he just wanted you to know that it was alright to confide in him as he has you.

he wants to be that person you went to when you had nightmares about your past. he wants to be the one to chase away the bad guys from your past. he wants to be your future, as well. he wants to be the one you come home with. he wants to be with you. he wants to love you. he wants to be loved by you.

as much as you hated to admit, he's already starting to break down your walls. and that scared you more than your childhood ever did...

the next couple of weeks went by quicker than expected. you quickly found your place within the team, no surprise there since you already knew them. after penelope found out how you had taken the two men down she began calling you her 'little dynamite.'

spencer and you had hung out a couple more times outside of work. he had come over to your place and watched another movie, you went to his so he could give you a lesson on chess, and the two of you went out to eat after a hard case, finishing it with an ice cream with one another.

aaron had been a bit less protective of you after he found out how you had taken self defense classes. he knew you had training with the bureau, but knowing you had training outside of work just eased his mind a bit more.

emily hadn't pressed you on the whole 'romantic love' topic, but she had pressed you on you crush on spencer. she was convinced you and he would be the power couple of the bau.

the rest of the team had gone out together a total of two times after cases. you went out, didn't drink because you needed to drive yourself home, and then went back home.

there was one more letter. one more threat.

i can't believe people actually look up to you. why do they think you're so perfect?

you don't even know how to do your job right and you have men falling at your feet.

you should rot in hell. maybe i should send you there.

no big deal. yet.

#ssa hotchner #y/n hotchner #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n

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