I mainly focus on CoD writing right now, but I might expand in the future with anime or manhwa depending on my next hyperfixation
I'm willing to try to write almost anything at least once. That being said a few things I don't really feel comfortable writing about are: descriptive sexual violence, incest or paedophilia.
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You feel like you're starting to go crazy, like the first days here when you were banging on the walls and destroying things, even going as far as refusing to eat until they hooked you up to a feeding tube. Dosing you up with enough substances to keep you placid until all the fight was gone out of your system. The memories from that time are blurry at best, your mind working against you most of the time, conjuring things that weren't there as if mocking you. That's what you think when on the verge of waking up, but still clinging to the last remains of sleep, eyelids heavy and eyes still puffy, you feel something tickling your face.
Slightly shaking your head doesn't make it go away and only the feeling of a weight pressing down your chest startles you awake. You smell him before you see him, the smell that stained the other side of your pillow the last two weeks, making you burrow your nose further into it until you couldn't feel anything else. At first you think that maybe you're still dreaming, but the numbness in your shoulder from something pressing on it is real, the messy hairs of his overgrown mohawk still tickling your jaw are real too. It's the rhythm of his breathing, the rising and falling of his chest that finally breaks you. Gently cupping his head in your hands, you bring his forehead to yours, the feel of his scar on the side of his head being the final proof to believe they actually brought Johnny back to you.
As the familiar alarm starts ringing, you watch him slowly stiring awake, grumbling under his breath about needing five more minutes. Normally you would have let him, but now you're not patient enough, moving a few strands of hair that sticked to his forehead in his sleep, you gently call his name:
"Johnny? Johnny, wake up!"
Calling his name has him sitting straight up in one swift motion, barely avoiding getting headbutted by a hair. A second passes as he takes in the unfamiliar surroundings before he notices you. Blinking a few times, a hand unceremoniously swiping over your face as if he's trying to get rid of an illusion, only when you start scrunching your face does he finally seem to believe you're not a figment of his imagination. He calls your name as he tackles you to the ground, holding you a little too tight, short of being painful. Feeling something wet on your shoulder you wonder if he's crying, but his grip is too strong for you to move around. Gently patting his back, his grip starts to loosen, but doesn't let go of you.
"I thought I was dreaming for a second."
"Where were you, Johnny? Did they do something to you? Are you hurt?"
Your question get more frantic as he gently stops you, his hand making small circles on your back:
"Shhh, it's ok. I'm fine, got back in one piece, didn't I?"
"Yeah, you did..."
He doesn't elaborate after that, saying his memory is a little blurry, but they just kept him in another facility and sedated him when he would get restless or refuse to eat. You feel like there's something more he doesn't tell you, there's a certain conviction in his tone that you don't know how to place, but don't dare prode further. He seems healthy and no visible bruises around his wrists and ankles so they didn't restrain him.
The two of you spend the better part of the morning just staying in bed, only the long growl of your stomach has Johnny chuckling as he gets up to go outside pick up the food. You follow him despite his protests, not willing to let him out of your sight. It's only then that the two of you notice the separating wall is back in its original place, only this time both of you are on the same side. It's annoying that now there's less space to roam around, but at least it doesn't look like they plan to keep you apart for the time being. You briefly notice that Johnny doesn't look surprised at all, almost like he expected it, perhaps the sedatives are making him a little sluggish and you're reading too much into every micro-expression on his face.
Suddenly having Johnny back and fully thrown into your space feels a little weird, it's been a while since the last time you had to share your living space with someone else. Every night you feel him scoot a little closer, the imaginary line drawned in the middle of the bed crossed by his arm over your waist, legs tangled together. He's always in your space, the only place and time you have for yourself is in the bathroom and even there Johnny tried on more than one occasion to get in before he remembered you were in there.
You try to establish some resemblance of a routine, but Johnny seems to thrive on chaos and the weights brought back from his old place do little to consume his energy. You're mortified when he starts interacting with some of the visitors, smiling and waving, especially at the children. His behaviour brings more visitors around your enclosure so you end up staying inside even more, stupefied and a little betrayed at the way he's trying to entertain them after all the things they've done to you. Of course, he notices you giving him the cold shoulder and he isn't happy about it:
"You know I'm doing this for us, right?"
"You're certainly not doing it for my benefit."
"It's important for us to be known and liked by them."
"I just want them to leave me alone and not be gawked at as if I'm some exotic animal."
"That's pretty much what we are to them anyways. It's why they brought us here in the first place and if we become a favourite pair of the public, then we might get transfered to the reserve."
"The reserve?"
"They showed it to me when I was away. It's a much bigger place than this, kind of like a village with flora and fauna from Earth. We could roam around and grow our own food. It might not be perfect, but it's the best thing we could hope for given our circumstances."
"If it's so good why didn't they take us there from the begining?"
"Because it's a place intended for a specific species to raise their families there. If this works out, they might bring other humans, have a proper community. What more could you want?"
"My dignity as a sentient form of life in this universe. Don't you want that too, Johnny?"
You don't wait for an answer and just lock yourself in the bathroom, letting the scorching hot water wash over your back, reveling in the way it stings your skin. Is this really the best outcome you can hope for now?
Alpha Ghost starts leaning into his instincts as his rut gets closer
cw: a bit suggestive towards the end
Suddenly he inspects every nook and crany of the house, repairing that creaky step of the stairs or the door from the glass cabinet that wouldn't close properly. Changing the layout of the furniture so there would be more space for your nest, which you appreciate, but you don't need the entire side of the room to be empty. You do like the new fairy lights and the lamp with a dim light that he put in the corner of the room.
He marks everything with his scent, the throw pillows on the bed and the blanket on the living room couch. You're pretty sure you saw him rubbing his scent glands over the bathroom towels one time. Also your clothes, especially when you are about to go outside, drenching the material of your hoodie in his scent. It does keep other alphas away, but it still draws too much attention, people making more space for you than necessary or just straight up turn back and get out of your way so you speed run through the grocery store to get back home.
The week before his rut his home improvement projects move outside: checking that all the windows and doors lock properly and that the security system works perfectly, getting footage from all the cameras on the property on his phone and going through each one before bed.
He works out even more and starts bulking, his appetite nearly doubling, it's a good thing that you prepared and frozen meals in advance, otherwise you would just spend the entire day cooking. Simon's morning run gets longer, taking multiple laps around the property, looking for any gaps in the fence or anything suspicious. Those days he prefers working out at home, either lifting weights in the garage or doing other exercises in the backyard and you're not complaining at all. The sight of the bulging muscles in his arms as he lifts the weights over his head, his shirts rising and exposing the pot belly dusted by the darker hairs forming his happy trail. If you almost walk into a wall gawking at him, that's something he doesn't need to know.
Simon is already a very protective mate, but that increases tenfold when his rut gets close. He follows you everywhere when you go outside, a hand on the small of your back as he gently guides you through the crowds of people. You have to make all the big grocery trips in advance because as his rut approaches, he tries keeping you from leaving the house. Even inside he's still two steps behind you, his shadow looming over you as you get something from the fridge, answering your question about him needing anything with a grunt. On more than one occasion you get out of the shower just to find Simon sitting on the toilet for who knows how long. He doesn't even bother to look embarrassed and just offers to help you put on lotion.
That's the time when Simon starts cooking more, preparing some of the meat from his hunting trips with Price. He makes a point to overflow your plate with food just to end up feeding you from his own and no you can't refuse. Putting you on his lap and feeding you pieces of meat, expecting you to suck his fingers clean of the juices. Only your groans of being too full finally satisfy him, gently rubbing your belly as he puts your head on his shoulder because he knows you get sleepy after big meals. He'll carry you upstairs to the bed in a minute.
Most of the times being stucked in a room full of his pheromones ends up triggering your heat, which maybe is intentional on Simon's part. He knows it before you do, smelling the sweet scent in the air has his mouth watering, licking a long strip over your scent gland. You feel something hard poking you from behind as Simon burrows his head further into the side of your neck as he bites down hard. All the plans you might have had will have to wait because there's no chance he'll let you leave the nest for the next few days.
You must have been cursed or this is some kind of lucid dream that keeps on going no matter how hard you try to wake up. The last thing you remember is a very sleep deprived you failing for the hundreth time to avoid the bad ending in an otome game you were playing. Frustrated you scrunched the empty can of energy drink and put it with the others in a small pile on your desk. Having had enough you decided to go to sleep with the thought of deleting the game first thing in the morning.
The problem is that you wake up in an unknown room that starts to feel familiar the more you take in the details. The only thing that convinces you this is not a dream is stubbing your toe on some piece of furniture, the pain shooting through your entire leg for a few moments feeling very much real. It's only then that you notice a pop up screen hovering in the air, the words "In order to go back, please complete one of the male lead's route." being the only clue you get before the screen dissapears as if it was never there. Your frustrated shouts and pleas for more explanations do nothing but tire yourself out.
It seems that the only way to go back home is to complete the game, but how can you do that when no matter what dialogue option your character chose in the past, you ended up ignored at best and killed at worst? Which male lead to should you go for?
Childhood friend Gaz would seem like the safest option at first, but there's too many things he knows about your character that you have no idea from the game. You try to be friendly and take things slow, but his affection rate for you must be negative because after he throws the coffee and lunch you brought him in the trash right in front of you, making sure the other colleagues in the office hear him loudly declare that these tricks won't work on him, you just give up. Perhaps is your pride getting in the way, but hearing those same words all over again and already knowing that pursuing him will just end up with you fired, you respect his wish and leave him alone.
Things go well for a while, you're even thinking that staying here won't even be that bad, you have an apartment and a nice desk job which is more than you could say about your old life. Unbeknowst to you Kyle starts getting restless, missing the previous attention and getting increasingly more jealous from watching you spend time with other people. Why are you looking and laughing with them?
Always getting invited to places, passing him in the cafeteria without a second glance. You used to follow him around everywhere since the two of you were children, always by his side no matter how mean he was. It was enough for him to throw a nice word your way and everything was back to its right place so what changed now? Why aren't you looking at him anymore? It's because of all these people distracting you from him. Don't worry, he'll get rid of them and won't be mean to you anymore.
You're confused and scared, there's blood everywhere, just a second ago you were laughing at something Mark said and the next moment he was laying on the ground, a pool of blood growing rapidly under him. Even if Kyle is forcefully holding your chin so you can't turn your head away, you know what the warm liquid that made its way to your fingertips even if you can't look at it:
"I'm sorry, darling. I was so cruel to you, but now I changed! There's no one standing between us now so please won't you look at me the way you used to before?"
Local athlete star Soap that is the face for the advertisement campaign your department is working on. He has the reputation of being a bit of a flirt and a short temper, almost getting into a fight with another player from the other team. He's lucky that he's the golden boy of the season and people take his cocky attitude as charming. After the disastrous attempt with Kyle, you don't even bother to try again, treating Mr Mactavish or Johnny as he keeps insisting you call him as just another client. Maybe that's what gets him, someone not treating him like he's something special, not falling for his charm for once.
You ignore his flirting and unprofessional behaviour, always refusing his gifts or invitations to go out. All this refusals are starting to get to him so he does what he does best on the field: if there's not an opportunity then he creates one for himself. It wasn't hard to get those paparazzi on his tail, the hard part was convincing you to see him outside the office for a supposed business meeting. It's just too easy, pretending to get something out of your hair, his fingers lingering on the skin of your cheek for just a moment longer, his hand that sits too close to yours on the table, grabbing it the moment you try to get up and the pictures are posted before the end of the day.
He feels sorry about the flood of hate coming your way, from malicious comments to straigt-up death threats, but it's all necessary for his plan. So when your address got "accidentally" leaked, he was there to pick up the pieces. Who better to keep you safe than him? The sight of you afraid to even go outside, getting startled every time someone's at the door, clinging fearfully to his arm, afraid of getting doxxed again by one of his fans:
"Don't worry, bonnie. We'll release a press statement tomorrow and make our relationship public, the way it should have been from the begining."
Outcast Ghost is not really an outcast because people dislike him, well, maybe some do, but the majority avoid him because they are terrified of him. He works in upper management and spends the majority of his time in his nice private office, the only thing that gets him out is the fancy expresso machine in the cafeteria. Usually there's always a line of people standing there, chatting long after taking their coffee and blocking the access to the machine. It's only the large figure of the brooding man that casts a shadow over them that has the group scrambling away. That's how you end up trailing after him, eagerly waiting for him to be done and take your turn.
You're completely taken back when Ghost turns around and asks you what you want. You are ready to mumble an excuse and fuck off from his sight before he asks how you want your coffee. You tell him and expect that to be all, except for the fact that he takes both beverages and starts walking away to one of the empty tables in the back. An expectant look over his shoulder it's your cue to follow him. He's pretty quiet the first few times, but he seems content to just listen to you rambling, a rare "Go on" or "Hm?" being the only clue that he's actually listening to you.
Those coffee breaks quickly become a routine, more often than not finding Simon at what he claimed to be your table after scaring off some IT guys that tried taking it one day, a coffee already waiting for you. Used by now to him always preparing it for you, the mistake of ignoring the slightly powdery taste will haunt some hours later when you're waking up in the backseat of a car:
"You're finally awake, sunshine."
"Simon? Where are we going?"
"We're gonna take a little trip somewhere nice and quiet without any scheming pests around."
It's only when you try lifting your hand to get some hair out of your face that you notice your wrists tightly ductaped under the blanket. Simon must see your shock in the rearview mirror:
"Just a precaution until we get to our destination, but you won't need it because you were always good to me. Isn't that righ, sunshine?"
CEO Price's first impression of you is that the way you look tearfully after spilling coffee on him is pretty adorable. You really don't want to piss him off because no matter how you approached his character in the game you always ended up fired and blacklisted from the industry. So when he asks you about wanting to become his personal assistant, it takes a few seconds for the words to register in your brain. Well, it doesn't seem to be as much as an ask when he tells you to move your things into his office, the acceptance of your new role never leaving your lips, but already assumed.
Your new position quickly garners you the attention of everyone in the department and not the good kind. Your colleagues make their hostility known every step on the way from locking you inside the bathroom before a meeting, accidentally messing with your papers and collectively forgetting to invite you to various office events. It gets so bad that you end up rarely leaving your desk, keeping Mr Price company.
John is not blind, he sees what's happening and it would take less than the snap of his fingers to resolve the situation, but he doesn't want to. Why break something that works? You spend all your time around him, a skittish thing, knowing your position too well. When he asks you out for dinner you already know that refusing him won't just get you demoted as his personal assistant, but throw you right back into the jaws of your very jealous colleagues that can't wait to get to you. So you say yes to the first dinner and the next one and all the others after that. Eventually you leave your job and move in with him, your lease already broken and things neatly packed when he informed you about it sometime after the main course just as the waiter took your plate. None of this actually feels like your decision, but you don't know what to do. You have no one to ask for help or advice and John has all the resources to trap you exactly where he wants it.
"All of this is for the best, love. I'll take care of you so good. All you have to do is just listen to me. Alright?"
Mafia leader Nikolai is a close friends of Price, the sport world and gambling being closely entertwined. He doesn't mendle so much, but when the bets are to his or his important clients' advantage, he puts in a word for a specific player to tame it down a little the next match or a word to the referees. And if the guy won't collaborate, then he has his methods of getting what he wants, athlets get hurt all the time, isn't that righ? It would be a shame for someone to loose their entire career because of one injury before the biggest competition of the season, but that's life.
He sees you the first time in John's office, the new personal assistant and he thinks you look almost adorable with how skittish you are. He is aware of his rough exterior, but he's usually a charming man with enough money to bring down anyone's defenses and yet you keep escaping his clutches. That's alright, he can be a very patient man so when the opportunity presents itself, he's more than ready to play the hero.
When the rough looking group trash your car as you get out the office after working overtime for the fifth time in a row this week, you're too tired to think properly about just how convenient Nikolai's intervention seems to be. He drives you home, fully taking advantage of your lack of awareness to pry for details about your life, for once his ever reliable sources barely coming up with anything. It was almost like you just appeared as a full fledged adult in this world out of nowhere.
The little thing he sprinkled into the water bottle he offered you right as you entered his car is finally taking effect. Your speech is slurred, leaning your head to the window, the cold glass against your burning forehead a small reprieve. He might not know too many things about you now, but there's plenty of time for the two of you to get to know each other properly in one of his residences outside the country, nice private place with lots of nature around. He's sure you're gonna love it.
"Sleep well, котёнок. It's gonna be much more comfortable on the plane."
What are they saying? This replies weren't in the script when you previously played. Why aren't the male leads behaving like in the game? What is happening?
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He enjoys using it as a pillow when laying down because "that's the most comfortable place, love". You found him falling asleep on it on more than one occasion.
Gaz loves kneading the flesh with his hands when he's stressed, his version of making biscuits he calls it, but you gotta be careful when his movements comes to a stop, you have no more than a second to try and get away before his teeth plunge in.
He loves watching you walk around the apartment in the tinies shorts or his boxers, patting you affectionally as a greeting, knowing just how needy he is by how long his hand lingers there.
Sometimes when he's feeling cheeky, he'll lightly pinch one of your ass cheeks while passing by, getting a special kind of satisfaction from you letting out a small gasp and scrambling for an excuse if there are other people around. The embarassed expression on your face makes it worth the light slap on his shoulder.
Kyle uses spanking both as a reward and a punishment, heavy palm falling down just right, a satisfied groan escaping his lips at the sight of it jiggle. Later he smears aloe vera over the bruised skin, muttering praises about how brave you were and how good you took your punishment.
It's no surprise that his favourite position is doggy style, ass in the air, back arched. Letting out a mean laugh when you try to get away, your fingers pulling at the sheets in an effort to anchor yourself before he pulls your hips back and slams his dick harder:
"Where do you think you're going, baby? Stay right here and let me take care of you."
Gaz knows what he likes and that is eating ass after a hard day at work or after an especially long deployment. He calls it his dessert so if he sometimes sneaks in a bite or two, you'll see the bite-shape marks in the mirror later.
It goes without saying that he likes anal, he starts first by fingering you, teasing you about being eager when your walls starts clamping on his digits. He slowly adds another finger until you get frustrated and tell him to just put it in already. It first started as a joke, but now he refuses to use anything other than a specific peach flavoured lube, the smell of it having an almost pavlovian effect on you.
You know what's about to happen when he tells you lay down on your tummy and let him do all the work. He puts a pillow under you, a string of drool on the sheets as he keeps going, trapped under his weight as he leaves kisses between your shoulder blades, licking the thin layer of sweat on your back. When he asks you if you want him to fill you up, the only answer you give him is a broken moan and a "Please, Kyle" before he empties himself inside you.
cw: non-con watching, surveillance, implied yandere Ghost, suggestive towards the end
Ghost has this habit while on leave to drive through rich neighbourhoods and collect things left on the side of the road and then sell them for cheap on facebook marketplace. If it just so happens that a pretty bird catches his eyes and he offers to deliver himself that nightstand or vanity for free, it's just from the goodness of his heart. You should have probably been more careful about giving your address to some stranger, but you only had enough money for the deposit and the first month of rent so when you heard the word "free", all self-preservation was thrown out the window.
When a big masked man shows up to your door, all your instincts are screaming at you to close the door in his face and maybe he can read your mind because he puts his leg out in advance and tells you he's got the things. The fact that he threw in a gorgeous bookshelf which he offered to assemble for you, just manages to lower your guard further. You don't want to be rude so you offer him something to drink and a snack and watch him wolf down everything.
Do you want him to assemble that bed frame for you too? You're not sure if you want that man into your bedroom and he has already done so much that you feel bad about taking advantage of his generosity. It's only when his stomach lets out a loud growl that you say you'll make the two of you some luch as payment while he finishes up. Only when you're done cooking do you notice that the bedroom door is closed, which is weird because you were sure you left it open. Just as you were about to go in, the door opens and a slightly tired looking Simon (he told you his name while assembling the bookshelf) comes out.
Poor him, his face looks a little flushed, beads of perspiration going down on his necks and his breath is a little shallow too. The two of you have lunch, managing to make Simon tell you about himself, his whole demeanour making sense when you find out he's in the military. He leaves shortly after, taking one more look around your apartment as if making a mental note about something.
Later on his shitty laptop Simon watches you moving around the room only in a towel and talking on the phone with a friend. It's a shame he didn't get to set out more cameras, but this will have to do for now. He went about looking through your things that he barely avoided getting caught. At least he got enough time to rummage through the basket of dirty clothes in the bathroom. He pulls out the simple black underwear, one that he chose because it looked "well loved", glad that he decided to properly enjoy it at home. He brings it to his face and inhales deeply, lazily stroking himself while watching you put lotion on your legs. From what he saw while looking around, he thinks that there's plenty of room in your apartment for one more person.
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I was recently rereading Jinx (the bl manhwa) and I couldn't help but reimagine it with ghoap. Ghost the rising boxing star who has his jinx and needs to sleep with someone before every match. The one time he doesn't, he loses the match so now he doesn't risk it anymore. Soap the new physical therapist for the team, whose blue eyes and crooked smile manage to attract the attention of a very grumpy Ghost that proposes the arrangement and is also the first to catch feelings, which he keeps denying until it's too late. And then the chasing arc with Ghost going to Scotland after Johnny and getting the stink eye from his entire family, especially from grandma Mactavish. He finally does some internal work and slowly pursues Soap the way he should have done from the begining.
It happened only one time and now here you are. Having gotten tired of your sweet, yet very nosy and persistent neighbor that kept trying to pair you up with one of her sons, trying to stage "accidental" meetings and always inviting you for dinner, one day you just had enough. So when she stops you again outside, gushing about her lawyer son and how cute the two of you would look together, you politely tell her you have a boyfriend. At first she doesn't believe it and asks to see a picture of him so you pull out the photo you secretly took of a slightly drunk Ghost, head slumped over your shoulder and his mask halfway off.
The picture has the desired effect, the image of that behemoth of a man whose biceps don't even fit into frame and mean look on his face are enough to make anyone back off. The problem is that news travel fast in small towns and now somehow everybody and their mother knows about your military boyfriend and can't wait to see him around.
Because fate has a twisted kind of humour, your lieutenant ends up temporarily living in your home after his apartment gets flooded. You only made the offer because he saved your ass during the last mission, not expecting him to actually accept it. And it's just your luck that the same neighbor happens to see him was spying through the blinds and decides to say hello and how good is to finally meet him.
It's just your luck that Ghost's taciturn demeanour cuts the conversation short, but the look he gives you is not encouraging. You try explaining the situation to him, apologizing every three seconds until he finally stops you and tells you that he's willing to pretend to be your boyfriend until his apartment gets fixed. You're so happy and thankful that don't even notice when he steps out on the balcony to make a call and break the lease for his old apartment, already planning to move the rest of his meager possessions here.
Ghost that gets very comfortable into his role as your fake boyfriend and maybe leans a bit too much into it under the pretense of "having to sell the picture". Suddenly he calls you "luvie", getting a special kind of satisfaction from seeing your embarassed expression when he does it around other people. He pulls you into his lap while on a picnic, a hand on the small of your back when walking down the stree, even stealing a kiss or two after asking for permission of course.
You're not safe even inside your own home, finding Ghost only in a pair of boxers with a beer in his hand while watching a game on TV. The little patting motion he does on the spot next to him having your body moving on its own. It's him getting out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around him, watching that one drop of water falling down his neck, over his Adam's apple and then down his chest. He watches you back with a smirk curling on his lips. He sits too close behind you while looking for something in the upper cupboard, his body pressing flatly against yours, staying there for a moment too long to be accidental. It's only when the contact is over that you finally remember how to breath properly.
Ghost that enjoys teasing you so much, had his eyes on you for a while now and couldn't believe his luck when the opportunity to insert himself into your life came from you. He wonders just how much he can get away with and how much longer will it be until you'll let him be your boyfriend for real.
The first time you meet him after moving in the apartment next to him he barely acknowledges your existence, only stopping for a moment, looking you up and down and then moving on, apparently having decided that you weren't a threat.
Bringing him a tray of homemade muffins has him looking at you suspiciously and only after sniffing them does he finally eat one. The only thanks you get is a half-pleasant sounding grunt between mouthfulls of muffins, he even picks up the crumbs.
After that you bring him cookies and a caraf of lemonade because last time he was almost choking with how fast he inhaled the food. It happens the same with the cookies, shoving handfulls of them into his mouth and then washing it down with lemonade, downing the entire thing in a few gulps.
Maybe it's your soft side acting up, but you get it into your head that poor Simon must be starving so you decide to keep feeding him. You learned his name after the fourth time bringing him food and sometimes when you're cooking something and hear his door open, you just pop your head out in the hallway and call him to taste test.
The first few times he entered your apartment he was a little apprehensive, refusing to sit down and keeping an eye on the door. Now he comes and goes during all the hours of the day, murmuring about having smelt something good. Sitting on your couch with a plate on his lap and eating contentedly while watching one of your favourite shows, staying longer and closer to you with each visit.
It's unfortunate that you left on vacation a day before he returned from a long deployment. Imagine your surprise when you come back late at night, exhausted after the long flight and plop onto your bed without turning on the lights. It's only after your eyes get used to the dark that you finally notice a dark shape at the end of the bed, his face obstructed, but the hunger in his eyes unmistakeable.
It's your fault really. Don't you know not to feed strays? They always come back for more.
How would each of the 141 react to reader saying she's not on birth control right before it's too late? How would they feel if she was on it?
Telling them that it's like throwing a bone to a hungry dog.
cw: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, intention of babytrapping reader, tampering with birth control
You're playing a dangerous game. You've been teasing your fiance Kyle the entire day, between wedding cake tasting and looking at venues. So it's no surprise when at some point he finally snaps, pulling you into a bathroom and locking the door to teach you a lesson. He makes you look at your own reflection in the mirror, sitting on your tippitoes and holding the edge of the sink for dear life while he fucks you from behind. His moves are fast and mean, your underwear pushed to the side, his fingers digging into your sides, by the way his breath gets heavier, you know he's close:
"Kyle, I didn't get to pick up my prescription. The pills, I haven't taken them in a week."
You try to get the words out between moans, getting a mean laugh from your fiance:
"Isn't that what you wanted, darling? Didn't you said the room upstairs would make a good nursery? We'll start preparing it right after the wedding."
Johnny would say it's your fault for showing him how good you are with children, spending the entire afternoon playing with his nieces. What gets him the most is seeing you interacting with the baby, the way those little pudgy fingers are always pulling at your clothes to get your attention, the gummy smile and happy bubbling as you gently hold her. This is how you end up in one of the guest bedrooms, trying to muffle your sounds while Johnny brings both your knees to your ears, his family just a few rooms away. Having gotten off birth control for a while because of some issues, the two of you have been using condoms, but Johnny was too impatient to put one this time. He told you he'll pull out, but after two orgasms your mind is too fuzy to realize what's happening until it's too late. You only get a "Sorry, bonnie, feels too good" between grunts as you feel yourself getting filled up with something warm.
Simon never thought he would ever want children of his own until the scared little boy lost in the grocery store was clinging to your jeans and calling you "mama". The way you were bouncing the pudgy thing in your lap, cooing at him while wiping away tears and snot has him throwing away the paper bag with your birth control pills the two of you just picked up from the farmacy. Hours later at home he's holding your hips in place, his strokes slow and deep, mockingly asking you if you feel him in your tummy. You try babbling about not finding your prescription and how you were off the pill the last few weeks while he was deployed and today is not a safe day. He soothes you the same way you did to the toddler in the store:
"Shh, that's ok, mama. I'll take such good care of you. Don't you want that? Of course you do."
Without your knowledge Price has been replacing your birth control with sugar pills for a while. You thought he just had a breeding kink, not realising the full extent of his fantasies. After every deployment he would imagine finding you at the kitchen counter, barefoot and pregnant in just one of his shirts, body so soft and pliable, so needy and dependent on him. He would make it his life mission to have this dream come true, the bullets flying over his head be damned.
During a weekend away to his cabin while the two of you are going at it in the shower, you admit to not have taken any pill the last two weeks, he doesn't even bother to hold himself back from laughing out loud:
"Is that so, love? If you wanted to be a mommy so bad, all you had to was tell me. When did I ever denied you?"
How silly of you to be nervous, you just made his job easier. Now he can finally make good use of that ring tucked in the sock drawer.
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Why you gotta send me this when I was already reading A little life? ðŸ˜
This would be such a good idea for an angst ghoap au, maybe Ghost that keeps writing letters to Johnny even years later after his death. Writing in them all the things he never had the courage to say to him out loud, keeping the ring he didn’t have the chance to give to Johnny on a string around his neck, saying he is married even if there was never a wedding.
