It started with Simon's balaclava. A bold move for whatever rookie had managed to sneak one from the lieutenants room, but then it got worse.
Before Simon could run the recruits ragged until someone confessed to the theft, Johnny came up to him with an amused expression.
"Come check this out." He orders, guiding Simon into the base and towards your barrack. You were a new edition to the team, loaned out to them by Alex and Farah. A ferret hybrid, who was currently carrying Kyle's boots towards your room.
You were practically scurrying down the hall, making happy dooking sounds as you made it to the safety of your barrack and slink inside. "Ferret hybrid. They're collecting items and storing them away." Johnny explains, biting back a laugh at Simon's irritated expression.
"Fuck me, how hard is it gonna be to get my mask back?" He grumbles as he looks at the Scott.
"Bring them a replacement. A hoodie or something. And wear gloves."
Reader loses a bet to Trinity. She had to send Robby ….a certain kind of text.
Warnings: nude photo, teeney bit of sexting
“If I win…you have to be Myrna’s soul caretaker for one whole shift.” You say with a wicked smirk. You were good at pool and you were sick of Trinity’s high horse attitude. She suggested the bet, anyways, might as well make it interesting.
“Fine, but WHEN I win,” she widens her grin like The Joker, “you have to send a nude to Robby” she says, plain and simple.
Your jaw drops and your face turns red immediately. You thought your crush was a secret…guess not. The rest of the crew at the bar that night became dead silent.
You looked over at Victoria, Cassie, and Samira and all three of them had similar shocked faces.
“Daaaammn, she called you out, mama” Mateo says with a laugh before taking a sip of his beer and leaning back.
“You know what?” You snarl playfully, with confidence. “You’re on, Santos”
Everything after you accidentally sank the 8 ball was a blur. The happy hour crew went insane. Everyone jumped up out of their stools howling and hollering. You had to send a nude to your boss. And they all witnessed the bet. You couldn’t go back.
“I want proof. Take a screenshot after you send it…you can black out your naughty bits, but I need to see it was sent to Dr. Robby and delivered” Trinity’s words rang out in your head.
You stood in the mirror in your bedroom, just staring. You didn’t hate your body, you loved your curves and swerves. You had ample enough everything to make any man stutter in his step. The tattoos placed over your body added color, dimension, character…a storyline.
But you knew Robby didn’t look at you like that. You were his Nurse Practitioner. He had a past with Collins…and compared to her? There’s no way he saw you that way.
At least that’s what you thought.
You stood in front of your phone, set up on a tripod, and moved so your head was out of the picture, but your hair was still cascading down your shoulders and in frame. One arm up and over the camera and the other curved downwards so your hand can barely cover your 5 day post shave stubbled pussy.
Your tits were on full display. Your soft belly gave way to your rounded, meaty hips which then lead to your thick juicy thighs. You couldn’t believe you were about to do this.
You clicked the remote that came with the tripod and took one picture. One picture only. You couldn’t find the courage to take more than that.
You were in the middle of reviewing the tawdry photo when a text from Trinity comes through.
-Do it.
-I am! Jesus Christ….calm your tits.
-you know I came programmed with party tits only
-shut the fuck up. Can’t send this if I’m texting you.
You take a big gulp and add the photo to your recent text thread with Robby, which is obviously about work ONLY.
Your thumb hovers over the send button for 4 straight minutes. You have no spit left in your mouth and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.
You count to 3 multiple times, convinced that each time you get to 3, you’ll hit send. You don’t. You can’t bring yourself to do it.
Another text comes through from Trinity, the buzz and following sound jolting you back to reality, and causing your thumb to slip.
Sent.
Delivered.
You gasp. The ringing in your ears intensifies.
You open your text from Trinity.
-Did you do it?
You go back to the text thread with Robby to take a screenshot. Just as you press the buttons to take it, Delivered switches to Read. Which shows in the screenshot. You freeze.
You quickly sent it to Trinity and put her on do not disturb. You did your deed. You didn’t need to hear from her for the rest of the night.
Terrified to look back on your thread with Robby you toss your phone on your bed and start pacing back and forth. You look over at your screen briefly and see the three dots pop up and go away over and over and over again.
You’re shaking at this point. The anxiety surrounding the consequences of what you just did start to hit. You could get fired. He could very well get you fired for this. Oh my god what were you thinking?! Over a stupid fucking bet.
Finally you see a text pop up on your screen from Dr. Robinavitch. You had to be so professional. Kind of ironic, now.
After several minutes of internal arguments, you open the text.
-I’m gonna go with, you made one hell of a mistake here, and just pretend I never saw this?
You blinked. Unsure how to feel. Why did this answer from him make you feel grumpy and pouty? All that anxiety and suddenly you’re upset because he didn’t immediately compliment your naked figure.
-no mistake. I sent what I sent. 😊
You find yourself typing and sending back before you can stop yourself.
The 3 bubbles again. There and gone there and gone there and gone. You find yourself on the verge of hyperventilating. What the fuck were you doing?!
-Well…in this case…
*photo attachment*
You click the text open and a moan leaves your throat from deep in your chest. There wasn’t any nudity in the photo, but you could see the outline of Robby’s thickening, hardening cock through is light grey sweats.
-Did I do that? 😈
-So you are always just a brat then, huh?
He responds back to you causing you to squirm gently. You’re gonna have to remember to thank Trinity tomorrow.
- can’t believe all this time you’ve been hiding that body under those scrubs…your tits are….un fucking fair 🤬
- Guess I’ll just have to show you in person sometime 🤷🏻♀️
- Where’d this come from, sugar? Don’t get me wrong…not complaining, I just didn’t really think you were thinking of you me like this
- you’d be shocked at how much I think about you like this 😇 now I have to go to sleep…my boss gets very angry with me if I’m late in the morning.
- Your boss might have to start spanking you for being late… ✋🏻🍑
- careful…that might not be the punishment you think it is. Good Night, Doctor.
- how am I supposed to sleep now?
- put your hands to work…from what I can see in those sweats, you’ll need both.
One thing I don’t know if people in BloodyMary picked up on/talked about..
But the leaders who sent them both on those expeditions sound similar. Eva and Ava.
I wonder what their reactions would be.
I haven’t seen project Hail Mary yet but I know Ava’s character is written complex and not nearly- she’s just an evil leader. She’s not evil- may not be good - but she does have a heart and conscience. And I love how she has character growth in Iron Lung.
"Where are you going?" You sleepily mumbled out, hand holding on to his clothing to stop him from leaving. Iida looked back, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you look at him with one eye open. He reached out to cup your cheek, feeling your head lean into his touch. His thumb drew circles on your cheek, letting out a small chuckle when he heard your satisfied hum. "I have to start my routine love."
"Can't you stay for five more minutes?" You mumbled out, closing your eyes as you succumbed to Iida's touch. "Please?"
"You know I can't. Our five minutes turn into hours and the agency really needs me today." He whispered, softly removing his hold on you. You groaned at the lack of touch, slowly sitting up as you watch him stand up and stretch. "Sometimes, I hate how diligent you are."
He let out a silent laugh, "I'm sorry I have to leave you alone for a bit. I promise I'll be waiting for you at the agency for our lunch time."
"Okay." You place a kiss on his lips, a sleepy smile present on your lips "I love you Tenya."
"I love you too." He placed a hand on the back of your head, kissing your forehead before looking into your eyes as he whispered, "I love you more than you'll ever know."
thinking about ceo! sukuna and you as his pretty little assistant.
since the day you first walked into his office, dressed formally and your innocent eyes met his and he was immediately head over heels for you.
something about your innocent eyes, about he way you knew no harms of the real world, the way you were so pure had him wanting to absolutely ruin you.
but then when you show up to an office party, dressed in a red silhoutted dress with a low cut and and open back, sukuna almost choked on his drink.
you surveyed him with siren eyes as he approached you, completely stunned.
sukuna wasn't aware that you knew of his little crush on you, he also wasn't aware that you reciprocated the same feelings.
you were always so innocent to him, so pure and inviting.
so imagine his shock when you pull him to a corner and grab him by his caravter, pulling him down so he'd match your height before pressing your lips to his.
Yk that dude who almost always gets run over whilst crossing the street in Rottmnt? Yeah.
You swallowed. Thinking to yourself as you looked across the street, that this would be the day. Today, you were going to make it.
The sign changed to green, the picture of a figure moving. Your left hand tightened its grip on the grocery bag you held. You wouldn’t continue to live in fear. That was a horrible way to live.
Without leaving your house. Choosing to never go outside again. Or more accurately, to never be a pedestrian again. Well…
You had tried to bike it before, but that had ended just as similar as the rest. Getting rushed from what seemed to be all around by a cacophony of noise. Sometimes you were freezing in place or being tossed around.
Each time had put the fear of death in you. Squeezing your eyes shut, holding your breath, only to count to three and New York’s street bustle was back to normal again. The sign changed to red, a raised hand took the place of the figure.
No villains being chased by mutants. Not almost getting sideswiped by huge vans. Each “miracle” as everyone would call it, was you being impossibly left unscathed.
Damn miracles. It was a curse. To constantly be on the verge of a heart attack! Seriously, no matter which street you crossed as long as it was in New York, you were doomed to the inevitable.
A free ticket to see your life flash before your eyes! Shaking your head you knew exactly what this was. You were stalling. Maybe you’d just haul a cab. Tell him to spin the block so it would just put you on the other side of the street. Where your destination resides.
Your apartment a shining beacon of safety, was within reach. Just one crosswalk. And you would be home safe. You looked down the street.
One way, then the other. Traffic. Cars. Streetlights. People. But this was how it always started off as. No sign of them.
Yet.
You sighed. This was all in your head. Just a bizarre reoccurrence of events. It couldn’t seriously happen every time you got on a crosswalk.
That would be insanity. That would be something out of a movie! Not real life. So as you siked yourself up, for a sixth time, your eyes made contact with your goal.
The three steps that led up to the door justttt across the street. This was it. You were doing this. You were gonna walk this damn crosswalk. And make it to the other side.
The people around you started walking. You joined them. The light still green, the figure in motion. A timer of thirteen seconds counted down.
Your eyes never left your destination. So you were ignorantly unaware of how the people around you, just dispersed. Moving off faster or slower. Creating distance, enough space, for you to have a bubble.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose. And as fast as lightning something went speeding by inches in front of you. Surprise, really should be the last emotion at this point.
Disappointment. Or acceptance was one more accurate as you jolted backwards. Arms raising and as if in slow motion someone was grabbing ahold of your waist securely.
There was a flash of blue as you met the gaze of who was holding onto you. One of the mutants you had come to expect. Green and a brightly colored mask. There was no look of shock on your face. Just one of exasperation.
He had the nerve to wink in this slowed down state of the world. Whisking you out of harms way in seconds, placing you back down, further along on the white stripes and was gone.
Off saving the day you presumed since you had done a little research on the vigilantes of NYC. They were the city’s heroes whether they admitted it publicly or not. Your heart betrayed you, beating faster than a hummingbird’s as you stumbled to the finish line.
Despite your lack of facial reaction your body was alive, hairs standing, trembling limbs and the breath practically sucked out of you.
“Are you okay?!” People were crowding around you now. A sense of déjà vu clouding your mind as the same questions were asked. The same exclamations pointed out.
“That must’ve been quite a shock!” And the like were a bit muffled to your ears. You couldn’t help but stare after where the chase had departed. Taking with them the few seconds of mayhem you had to endure.
Your mini heart attack.
That settles it. You thought to yourself in defeat. Marching away from the crowd, up the steps, pulling out a key to unlock the door.
You were in a movie. Some cliche action film most likely. And your role, your purpose in this world, was to almost die.
