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Hey y'all!! Been a while, if any one is interested, do y'all want any super mario bros smut? I'm willing to make some! :)

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Maybe it gets better? (I could wait, it'd be my pleasure) -Remastered ver-

Authors Note: First post :0 I recently reread one of my fanfics and was extremely embarrassed to see all the spelling and pacing mistakes I made TwT so I decided to rewrite some parts and regain my honor as a writer. Fun fact I’m Asexual and am uncomfortable with writing too explicit scenes lol and yet the few fanfic I’ve written are all NSFW :< I took the the liberty of ignoring the layout of the canon sister location in order to make it more human friendly, and characters can’t be ooc if they’re barely given a personality lolol Also from all the fnaf lore I’ve taken in Ballora, and both Funtimes aren’t possessed so they should be fine to romance :)

Content Warning(s): Female Reader & Anatomy, lots of pet names, Mild-Dubcon, Size Difference, Overstim, Aftercare

Ft: Ballora, Funtime Freddy, and Funtime Foxy

This wasn't supposed to happen. You weren't supposed to go near the building everyone warned you about. And you definitely weren't even supposed to think about entering it either.

At this point you've given up on trying to follow any rules you were told. The only thing on your mind was getting away from everything even if it was only for a night. But you walked into the unmarked building despite all your senses screaming to turn around , only wanting to get somewhere your body didn't feel so claustrophobic. 

Your home wasn't the same anymore, work didn't provide any solace either so your last resort was to hide from the world. You'd heard the rumors around this place, how some rich guy owned it and only specific people would ever come in and out. Everyone believed whispered how it was a drug rink or maybe a sextraffiking headquarters, but all you could find was an empty, dusty lobby and boarded off stairs. 

You almost turned around at the sight of them, not wanting to explore this infamous building if it made your breaking and entering even more obvious. But a singular door at the far end of the lobby caught your eye, upon further inspection the knob was noticeably cleaner than everything else in the room. 

You turned the doorknob, quietly hoping that it would work so you wouldn't have to return to your house late and without a story to tell. The door opened with a quiet sound and a rush of adrenaline cut through you, am I really doing this? There's no going back once you step through, so you step forward hyping yourself up as you close the door behind the sharp click of the lock much to your horror. 

You whipped around, gripping at the knob as you greatly regretted your decision of walking in without a second thought. You violently twisted it damming whoever decided to install a automatic lock, instead of your initial "quick peek around" idea you now had a new objective.

Find another way out, or the alternative of finding something to pick the lock with. You dejectedly turned back around staring at the narrow staircase, you clicked on your phone flashlight huffing slightly as you accepted your fate. 

The walk down wasn't tremendously difficult, but you couldn't help being discouraged that at the end of the sketchy climb, the huge basement you imagined wasn't there. Instead an elevator was neatly stationed just in front of the last step, an extremely odd placement in your opinion but you didn't show up to judge. 

You pressed the only button you could see on the outside, a down arrow popped up at the top screen and in a split second the door slid open. With an unsure expression you shuffled into the oddly shaped elevator, every design choice of this place seemed intentionally weird even the semi circle elevator you begrudgingly entered. 

The doors shut and you're moving in an instant despite not touching a single button, in a slight panic you grip onto the small screen at the sudden descent down. The screen is blank, and you stare at the large lifeless eyes placed on top of the device as if you're waiting for them to blink back, they don't of course but you can't stop yourself from doing so until the doors reopen with a soft ding . 

You aren't sure why there's a need for this secret area to be so far down, the only thing you're sure of is the feeling of dread at the odd room you've stumbled across. The room was barely lit, T.V's filled with static lines up above the desks being the only thing illuminating the room. Mannequin heads lined on the desks bored into you as you took a step back and forced yourself into the wall behind you, begging for the doors to close and take you back up.

The elevator doors stubbornly despite the extended minute you stayed hyperventilating and questioning if you really needed this adventure to clear your mind. But everything stayed as still as you and the annoying static from the T.V was starting to piss you off rather than scare you.

" They're just mannequins, they aren't even moving! Get a hold of yourself!" That stern self-talk was all you needed to to stiffly walk making sure to keep a steady eye on the unnerving mannequins sitting in the left corner. The elevator finally closes behind you but you stand strong and take a deep breath to try to convince yourself all your decisions thus far were correct.

You head towards the desks trying to shake any unnerving feelings, you wanted to do this! You needed this adrenaline rush, and while this wasn't the most convenient way to receive one it was the one you chose. Your hands shook slightly as you took in the scenery around you, a large desk with junk haphazardly thrown on top and a cheap looking clock hung right above those ugly mannequins. 

Tentatively, you slid your fingers across one of their faces trying to make sure they weren't going to react. Its eyes rolled slightly when your fingertips slid on top, but other than that no unwarranted movements were made by them so you finally let your shoulders relax a tad. Paper was scattered atop desks for no rhyme or reason, and a seemingly useless statue on the opposite side of the desk.

"Whoever decorated this place needs to get fired, and who doesn't put a clock in the middle of the wal-" your critiques came to a sudden stop as you caught some movements behind the curtain on your left. You whipped your head at the sight, was there someone down here? Your hope spiked slightly but the movement was gone as soon as you tried to check. 

You hadn't even noticed the small sliver of what you could only assume was a window when you first walked in, your fingers itched to open the curtains and check. The other curtains seemed to be drawn shut, maybe it was a sign that this room was the right one after all. Or maybe there was a murderer on the other side, but at this point you were sure your initial heart attack when you saw the mannequins was the worst thing you could encounter down here.

You confidently walked over to the double doors, stilling just as your hand gripped the knob. You brewed in your own self doubt for a second, trying hard to keep up your sudden flash of self-assuredness. You suddenly pulled as hard as you could, trying to both surprise your brain and give your body no chance to back out.

If you could explain your situation to the person no doubt they'd understand and hopefully lead you out! You speed walked inside letting the door slam behind you, this is what people do right? Walk in like you own the place? You took in your surroundings again, soft dim lighting illuminated the grand foyer looking area and you took a second to realize how much bigger the room was.

" Is someone there? " A voice called out, you froze on the spot. Why were you so surprised? You were anticipating the presence of a person but the voice that rang out sounded too robotic and it dragged a shiver out of you. 

Your muscles seemed to lock up, it must have come from the intercoms! You force your head to turn towards the corner, quietly praying that all you found was a speaker. Instead a monstrously tall woman stood still, as if in the middle of a spin, moving to face your direction.

Wait, not a woman? Her skin was too glossy and stark white to pass as anything human but her build resembled one. She seemed like a ballerina, no she had to be a ballerina. She balanced perfectly on her pointed feet and she had her hands above her head in a perfect position. 

" Hello? Are you still here? " Her voice was so calming you would have never guessed it came from such a horrifying source. You watched in silent shock as her brows furrowed slightly in an uncanny show of emotion. Her face was segmented, closed eyes and purple eyelids were decorated with long eyelashes, and elegant cheeks accentuated with round purple blush. 

Her face segments shifted slightly and you couldn't stop the sharp gasp you let out. You started to breathe harder when she finally made eye contact (could it even be considered eye contact if her eyes were closed?) She gracefully lowered herself off her toes and her arms down, that was all you needed to snap out of your daze. 

You took a step back trying to be as stealthy as possible, only to be stopped before you could even move your foot more than an inch. Wait but there wasn't anything on the floor when you came in? A tiny robot stood right behind your feet, its small cream face giving a terrifying smile. 

This time you couldn't repress the sudden shriek escaped, you scrambled forward trying to get away from the doll. The only thing you ended up doing was tripping over another one of those darn dolls. Why were there so more??? You landed hard on your elbows, staring in disbelief at seemingly duplicating dolls.

More seemed to walk along, as if they sensed your sudden fright and decided to join in. You tried to shift away, managing to get into a sitting position only to stop again. You'd taken your eyes off that damn ballerina for one second now her boxed purple flats were maybe a foot away. The dolls seemed to still, looking up at the ballerina before hopping away to stand behind her legs, peering at you like a curious child would.

" There was no maintenance scheduled today, it’s after hours, are you supposed to be in here? " You shakily looked up, the angle making your height difference even worse than you thought. She easily towered over you and she spoke without ever opening her eyes. You began to wonder if she could.

" Please answer my question or I will be forced to detain you " Her threat hung around the room and you opened your mouth to say something. At first a squeak was all you mustered up as you tried to force something out of your closed up throat.

"I-Im here for uh-emergency maintenance, I lost my key, ma'am" your words were so shaky that even you doubted that your pieced together lie would be believable, the ballerina seemed to cock her head at your voice.

" Don't lie to me " she snapped, obvious frustration showing in her face. You flinched at the harsh tone and tears started to flood your vision, your anxiety only worsened when she bent over slightly with a mechanical whir. You could see the mechanical workings peek out from under her torso casing, but your eyes quickly snapped up to her face as she seemingly studied you.

"I'm s-sorry... I-I just got down here and I got locked i-in" you couldn't stop the sharp inhales you took mid sentence in order to stop yourself from turning into a bawling mess. You tried not to ask yourself why the robot's stern tone shook you more than her initial presence but your mind was rendered a jumbled mess regardless of the source.

She seemed to move closer to inspect you and enlightened you that she possibly had some sense of sight. You blinked hard in an effort to dispel the tears from your eyes, the soft ballet music in the background ringing loudly in your ears.

" ...Why did you come down here " she asked, voice softening up at the sound of your desperate attempts to calm yourself down. The sudden compassion in her voice threw you off, if she actually had raw feelings or if this was just a trap to get your guard down, you didn't know. You took a deep breath and straightened your back slightly,  trying to regain any dignity you could manage.

"I.. was just trying to find a place to stay the night, I didn't mean to uh- bother you ma'am" you forced the best "I'm not a threat" voice you could, finally managing to not let all your words audibly shake. You slowly lifted your arm to wipe at your eyes, finally feeling like she wouldn't attack you at any second. 

The ballerina seemed to mull over your response, as if she was trying to decide if your answer was good enough. She unexpectedly reached her hand towards you, you had to stop yourself from flinching back at the gesture. 

" I apologize for scaring you, I was a bit thrown off because there hasn't been a human girl down here since… " her voice trailed off at the end, and you couldn't help but be terrified of what could have happened to the last girl who came down here. You physically shook your head, trying to get the unnerving thoughts out of it.

You gingerly placed your hand on top of hers, the intrusive thought of her immediately crushing your hand staying in the back of your brain despite your best efforts. Her palm was chilled and smooth, you could feel the small ridges in her knuckles and at the bases of her fingers. 

" I must confess that I'm not equipped to help you exit, so we require help" she pauses, moving her head down in a pseudo looking down pose. " And if the minireenas give you any trouble please just nudge them away"

Minireenas? You turn your gaze to your feet, feeling a soft poke against your calf. You tried to ignore the flash of anxiety the sight of the dol- minireenas curiously examining your pants brought you. A slow swooping movement of your foot dispelled them, you finally had it in you to smile at the way they hurriedly waddled away, cloth skirts flopping with them.

The ballerina gently wrapped her previously relaxed fingers around your hand, snapping your thoughts back to her. With a slow pull she easily guided you onto uneasy feet, and with that you finally could breathe. You weren't sure if your uneasy alliance with her would end with you alive but you had to try something.

" May I ask what your name is? " You glanced up before realizing how close you were, with your height difference you fit just under her chest. You blushed and stumbled back, retracting your hand from her gentle hold in the process.

"My name is y/n, w-whats yours?" 

" My name is Ballora, it's very nice to meet you y/n " The name Ballora was a bit cheesy in your opinion but somehow it fit her. You could see her hesitate for a second before gently placing her hand on the small of your back, trying to test the waters but also needing to lead you around.

"We'll need to enter the Funtime Auditorium to see if one of my friends can help with your situation, feel free to ask questions as you feel fit" Her precise way of speaking soothed you slightly, knowing where you'd go and a clear invite for a conversation made you feel oddly comfortable. The only worry still rattling in your brain was that by "friend" she could either mean another animatronic or a real person, which one? You still weren't sure.

"Oh um… is it okay if I ask why you're down here?" You asked as you finally found your voice. Ballora used the hand on your back to smoothly turn you towards the door. 

" Any question is fine, dear. I'm a performing animatronic, we're shipped out for different events and until we're needed, we're kept here " You walked slowly towards the doors, you had to imagine that since she was so large she must have weighed at least several thousand pounds. 

"Do you ever get lonely?" You blurted out next, your mind couldn't imagine how isolated she must have been if she only surfaces to entertain. 

" I try not to dwell on loneliness, the others also keep me company so in a sense no" she grasped the handle of one of the doors opening it, she let you step ahead and both of you were back in the office. You silently watched as she ducked under the door, only to easily regaining her perfect posture as she headed toward the door opposite to hers.

" I feel I must warn you that there is a very…" Ballora paused clearly trying to find the right words " energetic animatronic that might be present here, please stay by my side so he doesn't accidentally harm you. "

A chill ran down your spine, so there really were animatronics that could kill you down here, what a world. You didn't ignore the fact that she inadvertently implied that she could have potentially hurt you before.

"Oh uh, okay? I do have one more question before we go in" The shake in your voice was back, terrified of what you had to face on the other side but you wanted to at least get your most burning question in.

" Of course dear, what would you like to ask? " Both of you stood in tense silence for a second in front of the other door before you could muster up the strength to speak.

"Can you… see? Like at all?" She cocked her head to a side looking (?) down at you, to your surprise her lips quirked into a smile and a soft giggle erupted from her.

" Oh my you're really inquisitive aren't you? " Ballora teased, " Well I have no sense of sight but my other sensors are heightened so I can pinpoint exact locations with sound "

"Woah, that's actually really cool!" You responded in genuine awe, your cheeks only slightly flushed at her teasing. Maybe she wasn't as terrifying as you originally thought. 

" I'm glad you think so dear, now let's get you out of here okay? Please stay close " she paused to make sure you were ready, you nodded before remembering the information you just learned and instead made a noise in confirmation.

She opened the door, walking in first in an effort to evaluate the situation. You walked close behind planting your hands on either sides of her torso, hoping she wouldn't mind. You sucked in a sharp breath around taking in the new environment.

There were smooth tile floors with speckles of what you had to guess was confetti embedded in it, white walls, cheap folding tables and folding chairs. Two stages not too far apart from each other were to your left, one with a microphone and the other with a medal stool. 

Your eyes trailed along the thin streamers hung on the top of the wall, they led back to a huge banner saying "WELCOME BACK STAFF". Ballora stopped once she navigated towards the right side of the room,

" Hello gentleman " she said smoothly, you peeked your head out from behind Ballora trying to search for whoever she was talking to. Your eyes widened at the sight of them, they were a fox and a bear. Or maybe a wolf and bear? You weren't sure.

One had a rounder build, not a sharp edge to be found on his plump body. A small top hat sat between his extended ears, a bow tie accenting his chest with a speaker underneath. His mostly white skin (fur?) matched Ballora's but instead of her soft purple accents he was dotted in pink. A blue bunny puppet rested on his arm and both of their eyes were stuck on you, you tried to ignore the way the bear’s jaw dropped at the sight of you or how his face plates shifted in a similar anxious tick as Ballora's.

The animatronic across from him was considerably more feminine, but Ballora had referred to them as gentlemen hadn't she? His face was more defined than the bears, long snout with black freckles. Their chests were about the same, even down to the pink colored belly. The only difference you could tell was their contrast in figure and the fox’s long pink nails.

An extended moment of awkwardness sat heavy in the room, and the fact that they were clearly just in the middle of a conversation made the feeling worse. They glanced at each other before looking back in your direction,

" Well hello Ballora, I didn't know you carried around freeloaders" The fox spoke in a scratchy voice, almost like every word was recorded on an old radio and played back. You stubbornly ignored the warm feeling his voice brought as you tried to avoid eye contact.

" This is a special situation Foxy, I was actually wondering if you coul- " she was cut off by the bear standing up so fast the stool he was sitting on violently fell to the ground. 

" HEL-LO BIRTHDAY GIRL!! WE HAVEN'T GOTTEN AN IN HOUSE B-BIRTHDAY I-IN SO L-L-LONG!! " His jittery excitement unsettled you and any comfortable feeling you had was replaced with fear. Unexpectedly,  he ran full speed towards you, he was so quick you couldn't even think of doing anything. Your muscles tensed as he rapidly approached. 

" Freddy, no " Ballora said sternly as she quickly moved in front of you before he got too close, the movement made you aware how tightly you were gripping onto her in your silent terror. You self-consciously loosened your grasp, hoping she didn't notice how scared you were.

" Freddy! Don't scare her! She's our new friend, we can throw her a party later!" A small voice seemed to try to calm Freddy down, you hadn't seen another animatronic when you'd walked in but then again you hadn't noticed the minireenas so maybe you had just missed one.

" B-But Bon-Bon! We have to cele-brate! She's so sm-all!! We haven't had a friend this sm-all in ages! " You could see his head crane to try to catch a peak of you, but Ballora stood firm.

" Your little rabbit is right Freddy, you really musn't scare the new dame so soon old friend " The sound of the fox speed walking up filled was apparent as he spoke, he seemed to join in on the effort to calm Freddy down.

" But-But! " His voice faltered as he tried to come up with a reason for his outburst. " O-Oh! Fine!" Freddy huffed and you could hear him stomp back to the table.

" It's okay Freddy, she can play with us later, you just have to be patient! We can even have a little special time if you're extra good " You dared to glance out from behind Ballora to search for the tiny voice, your eyes finding prize in the small bunny gently petting at Freddy's face. He seemed to notice you staring at his efforts to calm his friend down and offered a small smile and wave before he returned to his task.

" Y/n? " Ballora asked, turning around and effectively getting you to drop your grasp on her in the process. You hugged yourself to give your hands something to do before you looked up at her.

"Um, yeah?"

" Are you okay? Please let me know if you ever want to go to a more secluded area, I don't wish to overwhelm you" She doted on you, using both of her giant hands to gently cup the sides of your face. Her hands were surprisingly warm and it only served to make your cheeks unbearably hot as you felt yourself flush.

"Oh! I'm uh- fine! Yeah it wasn't that bad" your voice cracked mid sentence when Ballora's thumbs gently swiped across your cheeks in an agonizingly soft way. Your stomach knotted up as she smiled down at you.

" I'm glad but please don't overheat on me dear " her joking words only served to worsen your blush, but she thankfully let go of your face and turned back to the fox.

" Okay with that resolved, Foxy I do need your help to find a possible exit for Y/N to leave from " You were back to business as soon as the moment passed and you took a step forward to stand beside Ballora.

" Ah, I was afraid you'd ask that, " Foxy answered, a static crackling in his voice. " You see you've just missed your window to leave, its 12:23 and the elevator and service doors are locked until 6 "

You had to swallow your disappointment, so you were really stuck down here? His words rattled in your head as mild panic flooded your senses, you could barely react as Ballora wrapped her arm around your shoulders.

" Well it's only 6 hours, we just need to find a nice place for us to hide you " Ballora hummed, " how about we start with quick introductions so we can get going? " You pressed into her side in an effort to ground yourself, 6 hours with them couldn’t be all that bad right?

Ballora maneuvered you over to the table Freddy and Foxy were previously sitting at, despite it being the last place you wanted to be you sat down in the middle of her and Foxy. Freddy sat in front of you, artificial eyes shining with uncanny excitement.

" Of course the star of the show must speak first! " You gave up the stare down you were having with Freddy to politely give your attention to Foxy, " my name is Funtime Foxy and I keep this place well entertained! Though I must say once we get you out of here you must return to witness one of my shows doll "

The blush that stained your cheeks was inevitable, whether he was flirting with you or he was just normally this charismatic you didn't know. He bowed before reaching his hand towards you to shake, you shook his hand loosely. Your mind was too preoccupied freaking out over how his hands were somehow bigger than Ballora's, his palm had to be at least the size of your head.

" A-And I'm Funtime Freddy! Me and Bon-Bon also ha-ve a show here! " He stuck out his hand towards you as he bounced in his seat, you hesitate to give up Foxy's steady hold but you relented and carefully gave your hand to him. He immediately gripped your hand hard and shook it firmly, ignoring the wince you gave.

" Freddy! Be gentle she's a girl remember " Bon-Bon scolded moving himself down to to use his small paws to manually pry his hand off yours. Freddy pouted but thankfully loosened his grasp on you, Bon-Bon nodded to himself clearly proud of what he accomplished.

" I'm Bon-Bon by the way, I hope you stick around" he offered his small paw towards you, you used your pointer finger and thumb to gently shake his paw. You were pleasantly surprised that unlike the other animatronics he was wrapped in a soft mink fabric.

" So Y/N how'd you get down here? Can't imagine you go down random elevators everyday for fun " Funtime Foxy joked as you let go of Bon-Bon's paw, and straightened in your seat as you tried to regain any valid thoughts.

"I just…" as soon as the words came out of your mouth you deflated, almost as if your social battery died in an instant. The adrenaline pumping through your veins finally slowed down and you fought the feeling of sleepiness. You yawned instead of trying to force out anything else.

" Oh my! I think she might be getting sleepy " Ballora cooed, her demeanor changing as she reached over to pet your thigh, " All this stress must have tired you out huh? " The sudden affection in her voice threw you for a loop, and you stiffened in shock. 

"N-No! I'm fine I just-" you didn't have time to finish speaking before she unexpectedly picked you up, one arm placed under your knees the other snug on your back. You squeaked and quickly looped your arms around her neck in an effort to not be dropped, you glanced over at Foxy who just grinned at you.

" Well lucky for you doll I know where the staff hides their blankets! Please follow me ladies, and Freddy stand watch, make sure Baby doesn't come around " Foxy quickly stood up, waving for you and Ballora to follow before Freddy could protest. In a blur of movement you were rushed through the kitchen door in the back of the room,

" Sorry about that dear, we just needed to give Freddy some time to calm down, " Ballora explained when you were safely inside. You stayed silent for a second, confusion filling your senses as you tried to decide if even the sudden affection shown towards you was also used to throw off Freddy.

"Who's… Baby?" You asked after you decided to push that thought to the back of your mind.

" She's… another animatronic here " she seemed to bristle at the sudden question as she seemingly forced that response, as soon as the words filled the air you felt horrible for even asking.

" And she's turned very bitter, it's better if you don't encounter her Y/N " Foxy added in order to quickly end the discussion before turning around and heading towards a door in the back, leaving the room in uncomfortable silence.

"I'm sorry I didn't…" 

" It's fine hun, just… stay with us and you'll be safe " You could tell she forced the smile on her face and the light tone she used. You reached a hand up to grasp the side of her face, trying to mimic the way she comforted you before. 

Your fingers barely reached the top of her cheek at the angle you were being held, but you did your best to slowly swipe your thumb across the soft purple blush on her cheek. She seemed to appreciate the effort and snuggled into your grasp for a second before turning her head and gently kissing the palm of your hand. A soft blush reappeared on your face, knowing no one would be able to see, you brought your hand down and shamelessly pressed your palm against your cheek as if you could transfer the kiss to it.

" Okay ladies quiet down, I've graciously grabbed you all the blankets that were stashed and even blessed you with a complimentary stuffed animal " Foxy showed off his finds with a raised hand and a bow, then gracefully standing straight and placing everything on your stomach. You laughed slightly at the gesture and reached down to grab the plushy, of course he would pick a Funtime Foxy plush for you to sleep with.

"If it's complimentary how are you blessing me with it" you teased as you examined the plush. 

" Anything I give you is a blessing doll and don't you forget it " He huffed back leaning down slightly to pinch your cheek while still mindful to not poke you in the eye with his nails, you quickly put down the plush and waved his hand away. The three of you laughed, before your eyes finally started to droop.

" Seems like Y/N needs to catch some shut eye! You want me to take her off your hands or are you gonna keep her with you? " 

" I think she'll be safe with me, if any problems arise do tell me " Ballora jostled you slightly as she readjusted her grip on you.

" Then I must bid you girls a do. Please make sure to come back before you leave! But I know you'd never miss a chance to say goodbye to your favorite performer " You were about to refute his last claim but were easily silenced by Foxy leaning down to press his snout against your forehead in a chaste peck. The action made you flush darker, instead of giving Foxy the pleasure of seeing your reaction you hid your face in Ballora's shoulder.

" Foxy stop being a tease, we're trying to get her sleepy not riled up " She reprimanded softly as she tried to ignore the swell of feelings your warm face pressed against her caused. Foxy only laughed in response, guiding the both of you to the door. 

The walk back to Ballora's Gallery was a blur, you used all the energy you had left to keep your eyes from fully shutting. You could barely make out the shrill voice of Freddy, all his words were unclear and melded into each other but eventually they stopped. Ballora said something to who you had to guess was Foxy but even with her being so close you couldn't make anything out. 

You pressed impossibly closer, finding comfort in the soft whirring you could hear as she continued walking. An hour ago the thought of a giant robot carrying you back and forth would have been a nightmare but now you were being hauled off back to sleep by one and you were perfectly content. You hadn't even noticed your eyes closed before a poke to your cheek jostled you.

" I haven't even put you down and you're already asleep? If you were so tired you could have told me " 

" 'm not tired" you slurred, bringing a hand up to try to rub the sleep out of your eyes. Ballora chuckled softly at your defiance,

" Okay I believe you " She joked. " But I'm about to put you down so please hold onto your things dear " The words took a second to register but as soon as they did you quickly used your free hand to press the blanket and plush securely against your body. She carefully placed you on your feet, staying close in case your exhaustion got the best of you.

"Where do you want me to set up my blankets?" You murmured as you forced your eyes to focus on your surroundings again. Ballora took a second to think, 

" How about the stage? " You hadn't realized she had one until she said something, but a quick squint of your eyes you saw the shadow of a stage tucked into the far corner. You steadied your legs and walked towards it, Ballora following just behind you.

Now that you had time you could appreciate how mellow the room was with its dark tiles and dusty purple color coating the walls. You walked up to the stage, its twinkling lights blinking on as soon as you were close enough. Her stage was a bit larger than the Funtime's but in a way it was classier with its large arc in the back. 

"Your stage is… nice" You wanted to fill the quiet air with some small talk as you stood uselessly in front of the stage. You didn't want to invade her space, but she was inviting you on.

" Thank you, please get comfortable i'll stay in the room if you need me " You nodded and placed your things on top of the stage before pushing yourself up the unnecessarily tall base. Ballora waited patiently as you steadied yourself on your knees before huffing and sorting through your goods. 

You'd received one thick blanket and two thin ones, with shaky movements you managed to air out the thick blanket so you could fight off the uncomfortable hard floor. In the meantime, the Minireenas took turns stacking on each other to watch you fluff out the Funtime Foxy plush you were given to use as a pillow. 

With everything set up Ballora seemed satisfied and gave you some privacy, you watched quietly as she got onto the tips of her toes and walked away. You were easily distracted by the realization that you would have to sleep in your normal clothes. It wasn't anything you'd willingly do but you were too tired to worry about it. You laid down on your makeshift mattress and draped the small blankets over you in an attempt to fight off the cold. 

Your tiredness was certainly still there but definitely not as strong as when Ballora was carrying you. The AC was loud and the sound was bothering you to the point of staving off sleep. You watched aimlessly as the minireenas crawled up the stage and approached you, their faces less terrifying and now you could confidently say they were growing on you.

One walked up to your face, tilting its head at your expression. You tested your luck and reached out to pet its face with your pointer finger. In response it used its nub hands to experimentally squish your finger, behind you you felt other minireenas examine your hair and sweater. Prodding hands curiously poked at your scalp and picked up strands of hair, others gently tugged the part of your sweater that wasn't under the blanket.

You giggled under their attention, and the minireena you were petting slowly walked up to your face. You dropped your arm as it poked at one of your cheeks, before carefully pressing onto your lips. You weren't sure why they were so curious about you, but they showed no ill intent so you let them examine what they could get to.

Unexpectedly, one minireena crawled under the blanket while you were distracted. It sneaked its small hand under your shirt,  the cold nub pressing against your warm skin made you squeak loudly.

"Hey! Don't do that-" you reached back to wave it off but the other ran away at the loud noise. You forgot how easily they were dispelled and they all ran off, jumping off the stage and flopping away. You pouted at the sudden loss of attention, letting out a long sigh as you snuggled into the plushie under your head.

" Are you alright Y/N? " Ballora called out, twirling her way back towards the stage.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine, just… can't sleep" It was only a half lie, you didn't want to tell her that you stupidly ran off the only source of comfort you had at that moment. 

" Well you sure had a tough time staying awake when I was carrying you honey " She teased as she stepped onto the stage, catching you off guard " Would you like me to keep you company? " 

You blushed bright red at the question, laying in stunned silence as she slowly walked up to you. You averted your eyes when you got a full view under her skirt, despite her just having another smooth plate where her crotch should be, you had the decency to not stare. 

"...Could you?" You asked quietly as you fought off the warmth blooming in your chest, the smile that Ballora gave you didn't help your case. She carefully knelt down before delicately sliding onto her side next to you, you had to imagine laying down wasn't something she did often.

She extended her arms towards you and you quickly shuffled into her hold. She easily wrapped both hands around you and pulled you close, nestling you against her neck so she could nose through your hair.

" It's been so long since I've been able to hold someone like this… " Ballora lamented, " But please tell me if you're uncomfortable or if I squeeze you too hard " you chuckled softly before wrapping your free arm around her torso. You would have used your other arm but for fear that she'd crush it under her weight you kept it squished between the two of you.

"Can you actually smell?" You asked after a beat of silence, curiosity getting the best of you.

" Yes, I'm not completely sure the reason why. My guess is that we need it in case somethings on fire " she absent-mindedly rubbed circles into your back, sectioned fingertips stopping when they reached exposed skin. A devious thought popped in your head, and your half awake mind seemed like a good thing to follow through on.

"How… well can you feel" You pressed your burning face against her neck as your rational mind caught up with you why were you flirting with the robot?

" I have a very heightened feelings of touch, I mostly experience my world through sound but it's nice to map it out in other ways too " She whispered that part to you like it was a secret just between the two of you, but by her tone it was obvious she either didn't catch onto your insinuation or chose to ignore it. 

" Of course she wouldn't react, she's a robot! Get your head out of the gutter " you chastised yourself as she gently massaged your lower back, slow movement lulling you to sleep. Your embarrassment dissipated as soon as it came and you closed your eyes, finally giving in to your tiredness.

The last thing you heard was Ballora softly humming a tune, sleep came easily when you were pressed into her warm form. You came down here to get away, and maybe you did. Being cuddled by a giant machine with unsettling sentience was worlds better than anything you experienced above ground. 

~~~~~~~~~

" Y/N " Ballora tried whispering, slightly shaking you. " Y/N you have to get up, this is important " Her words felt like they were under water, barely audible to your groggy mind. In response you groaned slightly trying to wrap yourself back up in blankets, you felt like you barely got any sleep.

" Y/N " She snapped sitting you up in a quick motion, blood rushed to your head and your eyes finally snapped open at her sharp words. You pushed away slightly with a whine, your mind not yet understanding the urgency in her voice.

" Y/N, honey, I'm sorry for waking you up but I need you to do something for me " She tried to keep the both of you calm, but the edge to her voice finally registered. 

" She's here, she cannot see you. She won't let you leave if she finds you, you have to understand that Y/N " A pit of dread was planted in your stomach and you only nodded your head, " There's a vent right next to the stage, pull the frame off and crawl through. I'll distract her but you need to move quickly go find Foxy " 

You swallowed sharply, your mind racing as you tried both processing the information you just received and getting up from your cozy cocoon . Is she talking about Baby? Why won't Baby let you leave if you're found? Ballora quickly stood up and took you with her. 

With a quick but stern push she got you closer to the vent and handed you your things, trying to get any evidence of you hidden. In the short time you've known her you'd never seen Ballora more anxious and it was throwing you for a loop. You quickly stepped off the stage and found the vent, your fingers gripping the channels before pulling.

It came off with minimal effort, you pushed your blankets in front of you before you glanced back at Ballora. She stayed "staring" in your direction, faceplates anxiously shifting as she waited for you to exit. You swallowed your anxiety and crawled into the vent, where did it even lead? 

A small sound clued you in that Ballora closed the vent hood behind you, the vent wasn't an extremely close fit you had no room to turn around and check. A small huff escaped your lips as you took a second to try to calm yourself down, soft music fading away as Ballora twirled away. 

You abruptly heard the doors to Ballora's Gallery slam open, heavy footsteps following and all you could do was freeze in fear. You didn't move in the case she has heightened hearing like Ballora, but you didn't think Ballora would send you to crawl in such a rickety vent if that was the case.

" Ballora " A voice called out, Baby's voice was much too soft for what you expected. Despite that it sent a chill down your spine.

" ...Baby, " Ballora answered in the same tone.

" Are you hiding someone from me, Ballora? " Her calm voice seemed more threatening than soothing, as if she was more calculated in her malice.

" Nobody's come in here since this evenings maintenance "

" Well, Freddy says otherwise "

" Freddy always mistakes mice and other things for humans, we've been made aware of this fact time and time again " Your hands were shaking but the fear of getting caught made you quietly move forward, stopping every time you moved to push your things along. 

" Then you wouldn't mind if I examined your room would you? " Baby asked, her voice now muffled as you finally reached the other side of the vent. Sweat ran down your back despite the cool metal pressing against your clothes, you hooked your fingers on the channels of the opening and prayed to God that it wouldn't make a noise when you pushed.

You gave it a soft push and it came off silently, you placed it leaning on the wall next to the opening. Your mind was racing, you'd made it this far by yourself now you just had to get to Foxy. The blankets and plushy fell to the ground with a small shove and you crawled out with them, being extremely mindful to not bump the vent cover.

You could finally sit upright and catch your breath, you had to guess you were back in the office now just under the desk. The closed doors of the elevator mocking you, as if asking why you couldn't have just gone somewhere with less high stakes and lower chances of dying by robot. You physically shook your head to clear your thoughts again, you're not dead yet might as well make the most of it.

You quickly pressed the vent cover back on before deciding on where to head next. Another vent was on the opposite side, but the doors to the Funtime Auditorium seemed like a safer bet since you weren't sure where you'd end up if you took the vents. With a quick scoop, your things were in your hands and you were hyping yourself up to run to the door.

You inched forward before bolting towards the door, pulling the door open while still being mindful to not create too much noise. You slowed down to a jog as soon as you entered the room and you quickly spotted both Funtimes.

" -didn't me-an t-t-to! I-I was just so ex-cited! " Freddy seemed choked up to the point of making you wonder if he could cry. He dragged a hand across his face while Bon-Bon said something so quiet you couldn't discern.

" It doesn't matter if you meant it or not Freddy! If Baby finds Y/N I'm gonn- " Foxy abruptly stopped chewing him out at the door shutting behind you, both of them jumping at the sound. They seemed relieved at the sight of you,

" Well speak of the devil " Foxy joked, clearly trying to laugh off his prior mood. " Great timing Y/N! You're just in time to catch the hide-away express " 

You finally stopped your slow trot when you were close enough, trying to surpress your own anxiety. Unexpectedly, he swooped down to give you a hug. The mechanical sound of his tail wagging filled the room.

" Y/N! I-I'm so gl-ad you're okay, I'm sorry! " You hugged back before glancing back at Freddy, not sure what to say. You couldn't reassure him that what he did wasn't his fault, whatever words he spoke could have gotten you killed. 

Foxy raised his head and threw a quick glare Freddy's way while you averted your eyes at the tense atmosphere. You didn't want to take sides so you kept your mouth shut. Foxy straightened himself as quickly as he came down, turning you so you were facing the kitchen.

" I'm going to go stash her somewhere, if Baby comes back say I'm in parts and service " His stern voice got both you and Freddy back to the task at hand. Freddy nodded with a frown, and you couldn't help but feel bad for him. He seemed to be programmed to be very jumpy and excitable giving him a stark personality to Ballora and Foxy.

Before you had time to go too far into those thoughts, Foxy placed a hand on your back and rushed you to the kitchen. You had to jog to keep up with his pace as he easily directed you past the cabinets to two doors tucked in the back.

" I would find you a better place to hide in Parts and Service but all the BidyBabs like to hang around there so we must make do with the closet " He seemed to catch your questioning stare and continued,

" BidyBabs are like Ballora's minireenas but they look more like baby dolls. Since Baby and Ballora have their own areas they needed extra company " You nodded along as he opened the door for you to enter. The small space lined with shelves for storage, the only empty wall space was just above a short shelving unit and was decorated with a poster. 

"Circus Baby's Pizza World" was written in big bold letters just under a picture of Ballora, Funtime Foxy, Funtime Freddy, and… The last one you had to guess was Baby, red pigtails and nose making her look akin to a clown. You ignored how unsettling the picture of her was by fiddling around to find a place to put your things up.

" They were on the top shelf doll, here let me help you " He stepped forward, dodging the hanging light to grab the blankets from you. You inched back, both of you couldn't comfortably be in such a small space. Well not without invading each other's personal space that is.

You half sat on the short shelves behind you, back hitting the scratchy brick wall. Foxy paused his organizing to examine the small plushie he'd given you. He seemed a bit hesitant to place it back in its box,

" How about you hold onto this? Wouldn't want you having nothing to keep you busy" You nodded, face only getting warmed as he got closer to hand the stuffed animal to you. You busied yourself by dragging your fingers over the soft material.

"How… long do you want me to stay in here?" Foxy seemed surprised at your question, like he hadn't thought about it, he placed a finger on his chin in an exaggerated thinking pose. 

" Ah well I could just leave you alone, but where’s the fun in that? I’d say we have some time to spare before we must part ways" He leaned over you, close, too close. He easily placed both hands on either side of you, the shelf groaning slightly in protest as he leaned his weight on it. 

" How about I keep you company? " It was such a simple question but he whispered it so close to your ear, faux breathing surprising you. Your death grip on the plushy only increases as he sniffs what he can reach of your neck, cold nose momentarily pressing against your overheated skin.

He paused, looking over at you as he waited for your response. Your brain was frazzled from the moment he got close, you closed your eyes and stubbornly pressed your legs together.

"Could you…?" As hot and bothered his presence got you you were too embarrassed to directly answer him. He gave a gleaming smile full of sharp teeth,

" Of course I can sweetheart! Now sit still, won't you? I think I'm gonna have my fun with you " You helplessly stared at the closed door opposite to you, the danger of Baby coming to look for you was still lingering but if Foxy was acting so calm you had to trust him. 

He quickly got on his knees in front of you, the elevation of the shelf you were on giving you a fighting chance to not look so tiny compared to the huge animatronic. Large hands were placed on your waist, fingers easily lifting the hem of your sweater.

" You didn't wear a shirt under here? Naughty, Naughty, what am I going to do with you? " Foxy scolded, dragging your sweater up as a silent request for you to take it off. You forced your fingers to relax around the poor plushy you were holding to be able to take it off.

You weren't sure why you were so eager to let him see you but his calming energy made you agreeable with whatever he suggested. You dropped your sweater to the side with shaky hands, going back to holding the plushy so your hands had something to do. Foxy seemed pleased with the motion and went back to exploring your torso.

Long nails traced your ribs, leaving shallow indents in their wake. His hands easily shifted upwards gently to fondle your boobs, squeezing them together experimentally.

" Humans are so soft and squishy " He noted out loud, " I've never felt something like this, do tell me if I'm too rough " The fact that he was pushing all your buttons while still being inexperienced made you somehow even warmer. 

He didn't seem to mind your frazzled silence as he continued to feel you up. He unknowingly rolled his palms your nipple, making you let out a soft moan before you snapped your mouth closed. His head tilted at the sound before he delicately pinched at the area, his face lighting up impossibly brighter at the louder moan he earned.

" How about you take this pesky garment off? It isn't fair you're the only one wearing clothes " Foxy jokes, choosing not to react to how your thighs shifted against him.

"How do you even know what to do?" You surprisingly got the words out even if they were barely above a whisper. You fumbled with the clasps on your bra, unbuckling them before you could second guess yourself.

" Our creator made us with the idea that we could also host adult parties in mind, that was before Baby came along " You paused as you were attempting to slip off your bra, the thought that Ballora actually caught your flirting and instead chose not to act on it flooding your brain. You put the thought into the back of your mind before you finally slipped your bra off.

Foxy easily changed his focus back to your body, hands going back to their original places but this time thumbs rolled over your nipples. He seemed to revel in the loud moan that you let out before you quickly slapped a hand over your mouth, not trusting yourself to keep them in anymore.

" Do you want us to get caught, doll? " He gave another long roll of his thumbs, " Keep quiet or I'll have to give you something to help " His threat made a shiver run down your spine, whoever programmed him was seriously going to burn in hell for this. 

He stopped his assault on your chest to finally push your thighs open and unbuckle your pants, dragging them off in a too self assured motion and your shoes were discarded just as easily. His fingers danced along the edge of the fabric of your panties, taking in the soft cotton. 

" Jeez I've barely touched you and you've already ruined your underwear? " He gave a purposeful press of his knuckle where the most of your slick had pooled. In an instant you nearly forgot any prior conflict as you pathetically buckled under his touch. 

Foxy thumbed the panties to the side, making you squirm at the feeling of your slick being sloppily spread with the motion. Your brain was so fuzzy with lust that you didn't even mind how he took it upon himself to uncover yourself to him.

" God I wish I could taste you, you smell so good sweetheart" You figured that they had no logistical need to taste, but if they were programmed with acute senses how hard would it have been to give them the ability to taste? You were dragged out of your thoughts as Foxy continued his exploration of your body.

He swiped a smooth finger across your folds, catching you off guard as he gathered your slick on it. You whined as the tip of his finger finally pressed against your entrance, the barest hint of pressure applied. You'd only ever put your own fingers inside yourself so the thought of his huge digits inside you made you tremble in anticipation.

" I'll go slow just for you since you're my number one fan, hun " Foxy seemed to enjoy teasing you, you tried to swallow your anxiety. The first person you'd even let touch you in a sexual way is going to be an animatronic, and you're willingly letting it happen. You'd hoped your first time would be magical but being fingered in a closet wasn't too much of a downgrade.

He finally pressed a finger inside of you, the feeling more uncomfortable than what you'd expected. His finger was easily the size of two of yours and much longer. Despite your lack of noise when he finally gave you what you had wanted, he gently pumped the digit in and out.

" See you're just begging to have someone fill you up huh? You're just in need of your favorite performer to take care of you right? " He seemed excited to both praise himself but still make it clear that you enjoyed his presence. The mixed signals flip flopped in your muddled brain as his fingering finally got pleasurable. 

Foxy's thumb finally sneaked up and pressed against your throbbing clit, making you sob out a muffled moan. He pressed a second finger inside before curling them and the only way you could describe what you felt was a strike of electricity coursing through your veins.

Warmth pooled in your stomach as you tried to process the onslaught of pleasure that finally hit you. Your thighs snapped around his arm but were easily parted with his free hand as his fingering slowed down. 

"Foxy…" You whined, voice still shaky as you tried thrusting yourself on his digits

" That's my name, doll! Don't wear it out " Foxy responded, his ever confident smile never leaving his face and he stopped your movements with a strong hand on your hips.

" Now I don't want you to wear yourself out so fast, how about we move on to the real fun? " He knew what he was doing right? You tried to calm yourself down, you genuinely hadn't expected him to allude to actually having sex. You glanced down just in time to watch his ears wiggle in anticipation,

"O-Okay" was all you had to offer as an answer. He leaned forward to press a kiss on your stomach and with an embarrassing squelch his fingers were pulled out. You quietly placed your plushy to the side making sure it was looking away, feeling bad that it even had to be here. 

Foxy easily got back onto his feet, unexpectedly pulling you closer to him with a grip on your thighs. Your thighs spread an almost uncomfortable amount for him to step in between them. With your crotches leveled in this position, you scratched your nails into the shelf below you in anticipation.

A soft mechanical whirring filled your senses and your eyes snapped down as a phallic pink dido slowly poked out of his shifting crotch panel. You had half a thought to laugh at the unexpected reveal until you noticed it just kept going. The surprisingly warm tip pressed into your skin just under your belly button. 

"I don't- I don’t think that's gonna fit '' You whispered, half panicked as you looked up. Foxy's smile dropped slightly at your lack of eagerness, expression turning into something more tender.

" We don't have to, dear. I'm only here to make you feel good " He leaned forward to wrap his hands around you and rest his chin on your shoulder, ignoring the squeak you let out when his dick accidentally pressed on your clit during the movement.

" I could just finish you off with my fingers, I won't do anything you don't want me to" His kind words would have had more of an impact on your judgment if the position you were in didn't have both of your sexes pressed together just so. You wrapped your arms around his neck to hug back, your own arousal spiking despite his caring sentiment.

"I… wouldn't mind if we kept going" It couldn't hurt to try would it? He pulled back slightly to study your expression,

" Don't feel pressured to do this, I can put it away it isn't that big of a de- "

"I want to do this Foxy" you said confidently, finally managing to catch his stare. He let out a small surprised static noise before finally regaining his smile.

" Well you don't have to tell me twice, if you ever want to stop, don't be afraid to say so " He peppered warm kisses all over your face as if to praise you for your new found confidence, all you could do was giggle and gently push his snout away. 

Foxy easily stepped back and regained his hold under your knees, angling his hips just enough to let the tip of his cock press against your opening. You shivered and leaned back, letting your head hit the wall behind you as you attempted to brace yourself. 

" Now I must warn you, if you end up loving my cock more than a human's I'm not liable " His static voice faltered slightly as he continued to try to boast but you could feel a glob of precome(?) drip out from him. You adjusted your arms into a more comfortable position on his shoulders before looking up with a questioning look.

" That's just lube, doll. You're clearly already wet enough but it wouldn't hurt to have some more stuffed in you right? " You flustered particularly hard at that sentence and your only response was to just close your eyes with a huff. A distorted chuckle left Foxy at your reaction but he chose not to push any further. 

Instead he finally let the head of his cock enter you, knocking the breath out of your lungs with it. He was bigger than you'd even imagined, your walls stretching almost unbearably as you tried to fit him. He kept shifting into you until you were finally pressed against the opening on his crotch panel.

You barely even noticed the long moan you let out but as soon as you caught yourself you bit down on your lip. You'd never felt so entirely full before, his dick greedily pressing against everything it could.

" Tell me when you're ready " He murmured, somewhat out of breath at the feeling of your warm walls gripping onto him. You experimentally moved in a slight up and down action to try to gauge your own reaction.

A slight dull pain was all you could feel, despite all the prior stretching it didn't compare to how massive he truly was. But despite that you heard Foxy growl slightly, you finally opened your eyes to find he’d closed his. He seemed to be trying very hard to hold back any movements and the through of that sent a shock of lust through your body.

"Please move" You whispered still out of breath, mild pain be damned because the only thing you wanted right now was him. He let out a dark chuckle before meeting your eyes,

" You need to be more specific doll, tell me what do you want ol' Funtime Foxy to do?" His sudden change of tone made you shiver, he really was made for this. Despite how eager you just were, the words got stuck in your throat. You had to take a deep breath before you could even try to speak.

"Please…" You paused with a deliciously pained look as your squeezed the words out, " fuck me Foxy" Foxy grinned ear to ear at your vulgar words before doing as he was told. 

His thrusts started slow and shallow, just enough movement that made you keen with want. Your brain was quickly reduced to a pile of mush as soon as he started to speed up. At this angle he could easily press against all the right places and all you could do was mewl and dig your nails into his shoulders.

" I'm going to fill you up Y/N, but you'd like that wouldn't you? You want to be pumped full of my cum. Just such a sweet girl, didn't even stop me from moving her drenched panties " He huffed right next to your ear, pulling you closer as he moved impossibly faster. " Now I'm going to make sure to take care of you doll. I'll stuff you full just how you want "

The words were so loud in your head but they only half registered, yet that was still more than enough to make you moan out. You pressed your face on his overheated metal as you curled in on yourself, forgetting your promise to stay quiet when he sneaked a hand between both of you to firmly rub your clit. 

Your legs uselessly clamped around his form as they were finally released from his hold, and your pooling pleasure finally tipped you over the edge. The feeling was like a tense string finally snapping and a wave of euphoria crashing over you instantaneously.

Your mind was foggy, trying to reel itself back to reality as overstimulation finally hit you. Foxy continued to fuck into you so he could fulfill his promise. You whined as he continued to use you to finish, tears steadily forming in the corners of your eyes. 

Thankfully he finally let up, pressing in as deep as he could go before finally emptying out what you had to assume was just more lube into you. The feeling of the thick liquid inside of you made you squirm, especially as it overfilled and slowly trickled down your thighs, but your mind was too disoriented to quite care. Your prior tiredness obviously catching up to you after such a mind numbing experience. 

Foxy gently rubbed your back in an effort to comfort you without overwhelming you any more. You stayed in his arms with droopy eyes for a solid couple of minutes before he carefully pushed you off his cock with a wet sound that you would have normally been embarrassed of if you weren’t too busy trying not to fall over. 

You let your shoulders meet the wall behind you, trying to catch your breath as lube slowly spewed out of you. The sound of Foxy tucking his dick under his crotch plate filled the room, but he busied himself with grabbing hand towels from a box on the shelf.

He hummed a tune as he got back onto his knees to gently wipe down your thighs and the shelf under you. The microfiber tickled your senses but you kept your mouth shut to let your mind recover. When he finally got to your crotch he paused,

" How about you also keep these on as a memento from me to you" Foxy gently hooked his thumb under the fabric to pull it away, taking great joy in the translucent lube that smeared on the way. With feather light touches he wiped up the bare minimum amount of lube from your panties and puffy folds, laughing at the half hearted glare you gave him when he pressed his thumb into you just to watch the cum gush out again.

" I'm just cleaning you up sweetheart no need to be so dirty minded " He teased before moving your now only mildly soiled underwear back to the right place. He wiped his hands before grabbing the other towel to reach up and wipe your damp face, not without pausing to boop your nose of course.

He discarded the towels in a box, you felt bad for the poor souls who’d uncover those. Your barely cohesive thoughts were cut off when he handed you your clothes and shoes, getting up to give you some space. 

You slipped everything back on, trying to pat your clothes down to make sure you didn't look as fucked out as you felt. Your legs felt like jello but you felt a sense of satisfaction so the mild discomfort was worth it. Foxy extended a hand towards you with a smile,

" What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't walk my favorite dame out? " You laughed before grabbing your plushie and his hand. You were easily pulled onto your feet only to hold onto Foxy for dear life as your knees buckled under you. 

"You're not a very considerate gentleman if you put me in this predicament in the first place" You gritted out in an effort to distract yourself from any embarrassment. 

" Well I wasn’t the one who asked to be fucked so I must say your argument is weak " Despite his teasing words he patiently waited for you to gain stable footing.

" By now Ballora must have gotten Circus Baby out of her room so do allow me to -" As if on cue a loud thump sounded in the room next to you, making both of you freeze.

" Stupid! Stupid! I didn't actually mean kill a rat! Biddybab I- Ew! Don't bring it closer! " Baby's voice was muffled, her footsteps running away making any other words spoken inaudible. Foxys hold on you tightened,

" Seems I'm mistaken, no worries! " His voice had a nervous shake that unsettled you. " I need to go wave her back to her room so she doesn't go snooping around anymore, you need to go back to Ballora’s room" 

"Are you sure? What if she isn't-" 

" Then you'll come back here and get Freddy, just please move quickly. I promise you’re safe dear " He leaned down for another quick hug but you couldn't help but feel terrified. If both Foxy and Ballora are this scared of Baby, how bad was she? 

You nodded, waiting in chilling silence as he went to peek his head out the door once he opened it. You followed him out the door, ignoring the dull ache between your legs as you closed it behind you. Foxy ushered you back into the kitchen before offering you a wave as he disappeared through another door.

And just like that you were alone, brain trying to process the series of events that just unfolded as you leaned against the fridge. One moment feeling warm and loved and the next being rushed away for your own safety. But you really couldn't be upset by it, you just sighed and accepted your situation.

Getting right back to your objective, you attempted speed walking but the underlying soreness between your legs stopped that in a couple seconds. You dug your nails into your palm, trying to limp as inconspicuously as possible as you finally entered into the Funtime Auditorium.

" O-oh! You're back! Me and B-Bon-Bon were starting worried! " You heard Freddy before you saw him and had to physically stop yourself from making a face. You had to say out of all the animatronics you've met so far he was your least favorite, besides the one who's actively trying to kill you of course.

"Yeah! Um Foxy just sent me to go back to Ballora's room" You continued your walk to the door that led to the office, Freddy clearly not getting the memo as he jogged to catch up with you from the stage.

" Where's Fo-xy? What took you g-uys so long? " He stood in front of you with a skeptical look on his face, not understanding the rush you were in.

"He went to go make sure Baby wasn't going to come back" You hurriedly responded, "And me and Foxy were just… talking" 

" See Freddy, everything's fine! Y/N isn't hurt, she just reaaaaally needs to go with Ballora " Bon-Bon piped up, he reached up to calm his friend. You just nodded and you anxiously gripped onto your Foxy plush.

" Th-en let me walk you over there! I'm going to be a ge-ntleman! Just like Fo-oxy " Pure excitement emanated from his words but all you could feel was underlying fear, helplessly watching as he giddily got closer.

"No No! You don't have to, I'll just go by myself!" Your words fell on deaf ears as he pulled you close with one arm. His frankly overbearing presence unnerved you, obviously not one to take no for an answer.

" Foxy's go-ing to be so s-s-so proud of me! " Freddy babbled on as he walked you over to the door, Bon-Bon peeked out from the other side of Freddy to look at you with a " I'm sorry about him " expression. You gave a small smile back, stumbling slightly as you tried to keep up with him. The three of you were back in Ballora's Gallery in record time, Freddy looking around in the dim light.

" Oh go-osh she's not here! Wh-at are we going to do Y/N? " His voice turned weirdly petulant and it took you off guard, you swallowed down any fear and looked up at him. 

"We could just sit and wait" Your words shook slightly as you willed yourself to stay calm. 

" I w-was just thinking the sa-me thing! " Freddy seemingly snapped back to normal just as fast as he changed. You made a protesting sound as he lifted you up with one hand around your torso, watching sadly as your plushy slipped out of your grasp and fell to the floor. He walked you over to the nearest wall before sitting down and placing you on his lap before wrapping you up in a snug hug.

" G-Gosh I really missed huging people! Ki-ids don't come around here anymore and the workers don't care enough " He bemoaned, his speaker rumbled against your back as he pulled you against it. Your thighs protested having to spread around his legs but you ignored it when he squeezed his arms around you.

You felt a wave of regret wash over you, he must have not being unnerving on purpose he seemed to just be so touch starved he jumped at the opportunity to get to you. He placed his large head on your shoulder causing you to crane your own head to the side in order to accommodate him. 

"I'm okay with hugs Freddy just… please ask me before okay?" He just makes a noise in confirmation before closing his eyes. You sneaked your hand up to pet his cheek. He smiles wide at the touch but otherwise says nothing, and in an unexpected move Bon-Bon shifts closer to press a small kiss to your cheek.

" You're awful pre-ety Y/N, did you know that we haven't had a gi-rl down here in ne-arly t-t-two wh-ole years? " His voice rumbled through your torso, Freddy was pleasantly quiet and you were grateful for that. You hummed a surprised noise so he knew you were listening, finally relaxing your back into him.

“ We’ve been closed for parties for soooo lon-g, only technicians can come down here and there’s not even one girl amo-ng them! Can you believe that y/n.? ” For once that night you felt at ease with Freddy, his quiet rambling lulling your senses. “Wow really?” You quietly remarked, happy to entertain his story.

“ Yeah, really!! And a-and in two weeks the staff comes back! It was supposed to be next week but Baby got into a scrap with a technician and it got pushed back. Bu-ut we’ll get to preform for real again! It’s been ages since our last real performance ” you offered a small noise in recognition, and closed your eyes, blissfully unaware of eyes opening to eagerly trace your body.

“ It’s also been ages since we’ve had s-ome real fun too… You’d think having the faci-lity all to yourself would be fun but the fun of sneaking around staff to get so-ome… stress relief was really what made it fun. ” Your eyes slotted open as your confusion got the better of you, the slowly deeper tone Freddy adopted as he continued talking didn’t offer any clarification. “ The closest any of us have gott-en to that recently was that little stunt you and Foxy pulled, fucking in a closet isn’t exactl-y allowed ”

" Y’know I'm only a li-ittle sad that Foxy got to you first " His eyes watched your face burn red, " But I al-so don't mind slo-oppy seconds though " His voice ringed with so much glee as your mind started racing, how did he know you'd had sex? How much had he seen?

Your panicked thoughts cut off as Freddy's hand slowly slid to your thigh and groped it, cold fingertips digging into your flesh as he delighted in the shiver you gave. His hands impatiently trailed up and down before sliding over your crotch.

"F-Freddy we really shouldn't- Ballora's probably coming back and-" He grinded his palm right against your crotch, effectively shutting you up. You gave a small moan and tried to push his hand away but he easily overpowered you.

" Ballora re-ally like likes you, I saw her " He chuckled at his own words, " I'm sure she'd be m-ore than happy to see you so worked up " Dammit that was your last logical reason to stop but you still didn't want to give in, at least for your dignity's sake. You weren't sure if it was ethical to get fucked by one let alone two robots. 

His hand moved up to clumsily unbutton your pants, nearly ripping them and your underwear off all together. You kneeled up higher as your lust finally got the best of you, one more couldn't hurt right? He pulled up so you were kneeling on his smooth thighs, pants and panties pooled around your knees as you just braced yourself against his forearms.

You were far too deep now, you wanted to at least think up one more reason to fight him off but you were too turned on to care anymore. Thick fingers traced your folds, exploring your sensitive parts with reckless abandon.

" Foxy wan-ted you to stay all di-irty down the-ere right? I don't thi-nk he'd mind if I filled you up again" You could hear the smile in his voice but you squeezed your eyes shut in defiance. The arm that had Bon-Bon on it shifted to gently hold your midsection, trying to hold you still and keep you from slipping off his thighs. 

Freddy's fingers ignored your aching clit, instead opting to stick two of his fingers deep inside you in one go. You jumped at the intrusion, tears welling up at the rough treatment.

" S-Sorry I thought y-ou were looser " Was all Freddy gave in response, not even bothering to take one finger out. He rubbed at your clit in an apology, and a moan itched at your throat from the pressure despite your earlier pain. 

Bon-Bon swiveled in your direction, gently patting at the stray tear that fell. As turned on as you felt you had to admit Freddy definitely wasn't as skilled as Foxy, sloppy digits moving only to stretch instead of pleasure. He prematurely took out his fingers, and the sound of his crotch plate shifting aside filled the room.

" I'll be e-xtra gentle with you! Do-ont worry! " Freddy sing songs, his dick does the same slow exit as Foxy's did but this time you could feel it immediately press against your entrance. You grind down slowly in an effort to regain any friction, not missing the slight growl that Freddy gave.

He was clearly desperate to move on to the part where both of you could feel the most pleasure, emphasis on both. He eases up his hold on you to clamp his hand on your hip and slowly maneuvering you down his shaft, tears reappearing at the sharp burn. He was much thicker than Foxy at the expense of being shorter than him, but despite this your eyes snap open and you feel overwhelmingly full.

Freddy let out a low groan when you finally slipped all the way down, your knees hitting the floor as you tried to remember how to breathe. He experimentally thrust into you in a shallow movement and your face distorted in pain. 

" So-rry! Again! I dont want to hu-urt you, you ju-st feel so g-go-od! " His last word was garbled up when you clenched at the compliment. You scan around the scarcely lit room for something to distract yourself with but it was empty, not even a minireena toddled around. 

" You like it when I say h-ow go-od you feel do-ont you? " Freddy taunted, " Ballora's gonna lo-ve you Y/N, you're so cu-te and grip o-nto my cock so tight~ " The praise immediately went to your crotch when he shifted slightly again. His hand finally moved down to feel around where your crotches were connected.

" Ho-w about we play a g-game? " His hand finally found your clit, giving it a fleeting touch before traitorously inching back up. You let a soft whine,

"W-What do you want to play?" Your voice trembled as you tried not to move.

" I'll fu-ck you really de-ep and soft but you ca-an't cum before Ballora c-omes back and lets yo-u " He laughed at his own harsh words, " If you be-g me to touch you i'll w-in" 

A warmth flooded your senses at the thought of Ballora touching you, the rules were simple enough and the stakes weren't too high right? You were mainly excited to have the chance to see Ballora again, you yearned for her soothing aura.

"That seems a little unfair Freddy" You huffed, "But let's do it" He grinned widely at how out of breath you already were but still nodded against you. Thankfully he moved slowly, easily lifting you just a little with one hand before letting you slide back down. 

All you had to do was hold back until she came back! That's easy enough, but the thought that it might take her a while to get back struck you hard as Freddy shifted under you with a groan and your body lit up with pleasure. You did your best to relax into him, letting him move however he wanted.

" Jeez you're just gon-na sit back and let me u-se you? You're not very fun! " You gave a half hearted glare at the comment, delicately rapping your knuckles against the side of his face.

"Well I'd help you out more but since you wanna play a game I can't help you" You shot back while he laughed at the feeble punches you gave him. Freddy pushed his hips into you, effectively dismantling your demeanor as another moan got the best of you.

" I don't mind it! You lo-ok real cute bouncing on my cock even if you aren't try-ing " Once Freddy learned what made you tick he seemed to never forget, in response you closed your eyes and turned away from him. You were already worked up, anymore and you were sure to lose. 

You tried to focus on something else, biting your lip to keep any embarrassing sounds down as Freddy continued to slowly thrust into you. Thankfully he stopped making his occasional comments but it came at the price of having his warm breath right next to your sensitive neck.

The reason they were even designed with any sort of breathing was lost on you but you suspected it must have been some kind of way to prevent overheating. Your thoughts were scrambled once again as he finally started to thrust harder into you.

" It's okay if you lose Y/N! I’m won’t be that bad, promise " Bon-Bon whispered to you, you'd forgotten he was even there but the sentiment was nice. His soft paw continued to pet your face in an effort to comfort you. You finally managed a smile, opening your eyes to find him smiling back.

The next few minutes went by in a blur, pleasure steadily building up despite your own efforts. Freddy seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself as he kept up a punishing pace. Would not cumming even be worth it at this point? You'd stop keeping count of the seconds that passed by and now you were closer than ever, debating all your past decisions.

As if Freddy was reading your mind he slowed down, stopping almost as if he was taking pity on you. Half of you wanted him to keep going, but you were silently grateful. Freddy laughed quietly as he watched you squirm at the lack of movement.

" I'm gonna give you a bre-ak, you're about to pop! " He laughed even harder, " Ballora might take a while, why don't you just gi-ive in? I might not st-op next time~ " You didn't understand what he found so hilarious about the situation he'd put you in but you just nodded and tried to calm yourself down. 

Your clit ached for attention and you were genuinely debating on taking him up on his offer. You studied his expression, his massive antsy smile making you itch to wipe it off his face. 

"I'm gonna beat you Freddy" You muttered through gritted teeth, his smile getting impossibly bigger at your harsh breaths. He quickly started up again, taking your taunting words more seriously than you'd expected. 

Your head once again got fuzzy with pleasure and soft moans left your lips, and minutes passed too slowly yet much too fast. Tears filling your vision as you tried to stave off your orgasm, now regretting the boasting you'd attempted to do. Your brain was ready to try to form a cohesive thought and beg for Freddy to touch you when a door finally opened. 

You blinked your tears away as Freddy abruptly stopped his movements. Ballora walked in as oblivious as ever with a trail of minireenas just behind her. You wanted to call out to her immediately but the words died in your throat when Freddy unexpectedly started moving again.

" Jeez Ballora what to-ook you so long? He asked, unabashedly still using you even if it mortified you.

" Freddy…? What are you doing? Is Y/N with you? " Worry filled her voice as she got closer, you wanted to say something to her but all you could let out was an embarrassingly wanton moan at a particularly hard thrust.

" Y/N's right here! The-re's no need to worry, I've got her sa-fe and warm! She was even sweet enough to wa-rm up my cock for me " You stared at the ground in shame, silence filling the room except for the constant shlick shlick of Freddy driving himself into you. Ballora stood in shock for a second and you were sure if she could blush she'd be the same shade of red as you were.

She silently started her stride again, quickly getting to you before carefully sliding to kneel in front of you. Freddy thankfully dropped his grip on your torso, letting you freely move. Ballora opened her arms in a simple gesture but you had to stop the sob of relief that tried to escape.

You almost collapsed into her, arms tightly wrapped around her as you were momentarily distracted from the onslaught of pleasure you were receiving. Thankfully she didn't say anything about your current predicament, instead opting to gently rub at your back. 

" Oh darling what happened while I was gone? " She asked quietly, " Is Freddy being mean to you? " You laughed against her chest, new found tears slowly falling. 

"Yes, he said I couldn't cum until you touched me" You didn't care if you stretched the truth a little, you already felt more at ease in Balloras hold.

" Hey! That's no-ot true! She decided to play with me and she's just ups-et that I didn't make it easy! " Freddy protested with a frown, making sure to punctuate his words with a particularly hard thrust. You made a protesting sound at his harsh treatment but didn't correct him.

" Y/N don't lie to me, i wouldn't want to have to punish you when you're so close to cumming " You shivered at the familiar words but just nodded against her, too ashamed to say anything else. She went back to rubbing your back in a soothing manner,

" If you just wanted me to touch so you could have said so darling, now let me help you princess " Ballora's kind words cut right through you, making you soft and pliable to anything she said. She easily sat you up before her hands roamed your body.

Long, elegant fingers gently traced your face and neck as she took her time mapping you out. They traced your sweater all the way down to the hem before slipping under and pressing into your stomach. Ballora leaned towards you to pepper kisses on your face, smooth metal lips cooling your overheated skin.

"Ballora…" You whined, as much as you enjoyed the attention your legs were an uncomfortable mix of numb and extremely oversensitive. You weren't quite sure how much more you could take.

" Give me a second honey, be a good girl and let me take care of you " Her lips quirked up at the mewl you gave in response before easily getting back to letting her hands roam lower. 

" Y/N r-really likes it when you compliment her~ " Freddy huffed, movements unexpectedly slowing down as he pushed as far as he could into you. You weren't sure why he'd stopped until the feeling of his cum spewing into you keyed you in.

"That's not fair" You said weakly, one word away from whining before you let out a squeak as Ballora briefly pinched your thigh. 

" Behave Y/N " Was the only warning she gave but your fizzled brain took it harsher than she probably meant it to sound, reflexively your eyes watered slightly. 

" 'm sorry" You mumbled as you leaned back into Freddy, needy for any kind of attention that would release the pressure between your legs. 

" Don't be so me-an to her Ballora " Freddy haphazardly petted your ribs with his free hand, " I've had her here for alm-ost 30 minutes, our little cumdump is just a li-ttle frustrated " You could feel your face burn at the name he called you, 

"I'm not-!" Before you could even finish your sentence Ballora's smooth fingers finally grazed your aching clit. It was as if she flipped a switch inside you and you had to try to quickly censor yourself.

" I don't think she minds me being a little mean now do you Y/N? " She cooed sweetly as her fingers explored further down. A soft moan escaped you as she gently felt around as if she was mapping out how filled up you were.

It was the most intimate thing you could possibly think, her fingers following your puffy fold applying featherlight pressure until they led to where your abused hold was stretched past your limit. She firmly rubbed the crease where Freddy’s cock and your folds met,

" See her cunts still sopping wet, you're still excited for me baby? " Freddy let out a wheezing laugh at her choice of words,

" I think she is, every time you ta-lk she gets so-o tight " The way they talked about you as if you couldn't even respond made your head incredibly fuzzy, whoever programmed them must have known what they were doing.

You watched in anticipation as her digits finally traced their way back to your clit, you were a moaning mess by the time she finally started applying pressure. And naturally it didn't take long for her to bring you to the edge, you squeezed your eyes shut as you finally let the pleasure wash over you. You came to your senses when a familiar pair of lips pressed against your neck for a second,

" Didn't want you fainting on me dear " Ballora joked, you shared a breathless laugh. She let your brain catch up before she got on her feet to slowly lift you off of Freddy, thankfully helping you stand after. She held your close, waiting until you were steady on your feet to let go.

" How about we get you cleaned up, take you to the kitchen, maybe a cup of tea before you go? " She kneeled behind you in an unexpected motion, making you regain the blush you'd almost lost as she helped you get your underwear and pants on unprompted.

"It's already time to go?" You ask as you try to swallow your disappointment, catching a glimpse of Freddy tucking himself up and hobbling on his feet.

" You spent a lot of time with Foxy~ " He teased, only laughing harder at the glare you gave him. 

" I'm afraid so dear, how about you come back next Saturday? I'm sure we'd all like to see you again " Ballora pressed a kiss to your hips before pulling your pants all the way up and letting you fiddle with them. Your ears burned warm at the thought of coming back, did they like you that much?

"I'll… try to come back I promise" She seemed pleased with that response as she got up and pulled you into another warm embrace which Freddy jumped in on as well.

" Good, now let's go get you ready to leave sweetie " You still weren't sure if the warm feeling in your chest was warranted but this time you didn't fight it off. While you didn't find solace in casual trespassing like you had planned, but getting your brains fucked out by two animatronics and coddled by the other bought that idea out by a landslide. 

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hey ghesties - remember that weirdo anon that everyone was getting over the last few months?

this person had been harassing a multitude of blogs in the ghost community and spreading strange and inappropriate rumors about Tobias and Slavghoul. 

a few weeks ago @copiaslittleratty figured out who this person was so we could warn our friends in various ghost discord servers. this individual deleted their OG account (anamelessghoul, the url has now been taken by someone else who is NOT involved after the OG person deactivated).

however, today we discovered that the anon is back under the blog “itstobiasforgebaby” and is already doing more gross shit!

the post that obviously gives away who they are because they posted this before on their previous blog:

and disgusting post #2: a photo they claim is of tobias as a small child, however when i did a reverse image search on google i found that this is actually a photo of a literal holocaust victim. (link to source)

please do not engage with this person. block the account. 

we also have a handy overview of their harassment over the last six months if you are inclined: PDF document created by @copiaslittleratty​

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relationships are 50/50. u let me bite u and i bite u.

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Healing Touch | Part 2

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 5 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: SMUT—bathtub sex (slippery, I know), handjob, fingering, missionary, str8 people sex, oral sex (m receiving), ball stuff (?), praise kink (!!!), dom(ish?) Daryl, language, mentions of injury ❧ Word Count: 9.1k

❧ Summary: Daryl returns for his follow-up appointment for his injuries, and this time, he's not leaving without the special treatment you so boldly promised him.

❧ A/N: Finally! I think this is my second most requested sequel, after Soft Spot (which I WILL make a part 3 for...). Sorry it took me like over a year to do this lol but I hope it was worth the wait! I simply had to write a smut piece for the sequel because the sexual tension was through the roof. I mean Daryl sported a big boner throughout the first one so... It was inevitable that this would happen. Also I realize Daryl might be slightly OOC here (I made him kind of more confident than I usually write him), but also, I feel like Daryl actually would get kind of confident once he gets in the mood. I mean he definitely does have his nervous moments here, but I like writing confident Daryl making the first move. Also I realize bathtub sex probably isn't all that great irl but a girl can dream ok? Plus any kind of sex with Daryl is amazing to think about, let's be real. Enjoy!

He could’ve changed the bandages himself, but maybe you wanted another excuse to touch him. Well, there was no maybe about it. That was your plan.

You wondered if maybe you’d been too bold by suggesting you could “help him out” the next time he got a hard-on, but then again, you took the opportunity to shoot your shot, and he still agreed to come to the office today and let you change his bandages. 

That night, you hadn’t been able to get to sleep for a few hours after settling into bed. Though you tried to clear your mind, you couldn’t shake the thoughts that had formed in your head since that day. Daryl’s body was beautiful to you, even if it had been covered in road rash from his crash. It only made you want to touch him more, to heal his wounds so he wouldn’t have to feel the burning of the dirt digging into his skin. 

Even as you touched yourself, fingertips getting more and more desperate and moving frantically towards pleasure, you thought about him. The comforting weight of his broad body on top of you, thrusting and panting and grunting and groaning and—

“Oh, Daryl…” Finally a wave of vibrations, a swell of bliss, a series of tiny, breathtaking shocks… “Yes… Yes…. Oh, yes!”

In the hazy images that played in your pounding head, you saw his half-lidded eyes blinking softly at you as his own body became overwhelmed with the release your body had granted him. With his thick, work-worn fingers tangled through your hair, he let out a grunt and sunk his head into your neck, where his open lips pursed to drag a sloppy, tongue-heavy kiss across your skin. 

The ghost of his body over you, you writhed in pleasure between sweat-soaked sheets. You swore you could hear the man’s gravelly whisper in your ear, the sound of your name on his lips, in his low, honeyed voice. 

You imagined him still inside you, keeping you warm and filled. Your fingers, though, were hardly an adequate substitute for the real thing. When you saw the “problem” growing in his underwear yesterday, you could just barely make out the length—substantial, and very tempting. Even his thickness made you instinctively swallow hard, with a nervous lip bite that nearly broke through the sensitive skin of your lips. 

Two fingers weren’t enough, so you’d tried for three, and that seemed to feel more like what you imagined he would, opening you up almost to the point of discomfort, but quickly soothing you the deeper he went, soon hitting a spot inside you that had your other hand tightly clawing at the bedsheet. 

Several minutes of straining, thrusting hard against the palm of your hand as the fingers inside you curled and pulsed impatiently. When the pressure became too much, you felt release again, and now, in your mind, Daryl nestled his head between your bare breasts, with hands pawing at the supple tissue. 

When his mouth moved to suction around your nipple, you imagined his sleepy bedroom eyes tilted back up at you, admiring your lips as they fell open, and a breathy moan escaped into the night air.

“Daryl…”

Sleep had so rudely interrupted your bliss, ripping you from the man’s embrace to plunge you into a restless, dreamless slumber. Perhaps it was for the best. After all, in your heart of hearts, you knew it couldn’t work out. Daryl was a patient, and you shouldn’t have been so forward with him, even if it was some kind of half-serious joke. 

Would he even come to the office the next day? 

You busied yourself with whatever tasks you could find—disinfecting the counter, reading up on Pete’s appointment notes, preparing prescriptions… 

Only a small handful of patients passed through. Little Nina came in with a scraped knee, Mr. Treneman had a routine checkup, and Ms. Sherman picked up a new inhaler for her asthma, but no Daryl. 

But he was across the street, watching the last patient leave the house. 

His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, eyes narrowed as he tried to spot you. He felt like a pervert, standing there, waiting for his moment. 

Of course, he didn’t even know what his moment was. He could still hardly believe the things you said yesterday, and how he somehow flirted back. Whatever it was about you, it emboldened him, made him… confident. 

Well, as confident as he could be, considering most days he didn’t think much of himself at all. Still, you could ignite something in him, and he’d only felt a taste of it yesterday, with that small burst of confidence which promised you he’d return today, with the hopes of changing his bandages and cleaning his wounds once again.

Your touch hadn’t left him. Of course, the physical feeling wasn’t there, but the feeling you left inside him remained. There was a roaring fire in his belly when he saw you, and there was no quelling it. 

As he made his way across the street, hands anxiously stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket, he made a promise to himself in his head: if he got… excited again, he wasn’t going to hide it. He was either going to wait for you to make a move, or make one himself. Either way, he was mentally preparing himself for rejection, but also… sex. Just in case.

When the bell on the door chimed delicately, signaling that someone was making their way into the doctor’s office, you straightened your back in your swivel chair, dropping your pencil to subconsciously fix your hair and smooth your plaid wool skirt. Looking at your oversized cable knit sweater, you pulled off a few cotton “fuzzies” as you cleared your throat before calling out, “Be right there!”

Please be Daryl, please be Daryl, please be Daryl, please be Daryl… The phrase was repeated like a mantra in your head. It was strange, though, because although you desperately wanted it to be Daryl, to see him and to take care of him again, another part of you was so nervous and embarrassed that you almost wished it was anyone but him. The man was doing things to you that turned your brain upside down and inside out. 

“Hi, Daryl.” The words slipped out a little too soon, a little too enthusiastically, but the moment you saw him, awkwardly loitering in the kitchen turned examination room, you couldn’t help but smile so wide that your cheeks began to ache. It was such a pleasant ache, though. Daryl was here, and that felt good. “What brings you in? Oh! The bandages.” You noticed that today he wore a jacket over his vest and button-up shirt. You were slightly disappointed, considering his arms were so… pleasing to you. But if you were going to change his bandages, he’d have to strip down again. Well, maybe you could have him strip a little more than he needed to. Maybe.

I’m a terrible nurse. 

“You got time?” he asked, not knowing what came over him. Indeed, he wanted to make sure you didn’t have any other patients after him, in case… Well, the air was thick and heavy with whatever tension there was between you two. It should’ve been obvious. He wanted you all to himself, however long that would take. Preferably, it would take a very, very long time. All the rest of the afternoon, into the night. That would be ideal. Daryl certainly had nothing on his schedule, having denied Aaron’s suggestion of taking the day to go on a recruiting mission, due to his minor motorcycle accident yesterday. It was the only time he’d ever milked an injury, just because he wanted to see you.

“Of course,” you said, turning to prepare another bowl of warm, soapy water. “I don’t have any other appointments. I’m off the clock in an hour… Well, there’s no clock.”

You turned back around to see Daryl sitting himself on the exam table, slowly removing his jacket as he let out a hiss of discomfort between his teeth. “Damn,” he said with a wince. Your breath faltered as you set down the bowl on the counter before coming to his aid, taking the other sleeve and gently pulling it off. 

“Poor thing,” you sighed, setting his jacket on a nearby coat hanger. When you returned to his side, you began stripping his vest, then his shirt. He watched you bite your lip, concentrating on undoing the buttons. He could’ve done it himself, but you wanted your hands as close to touching him as you could get. “How’s your head?”

It took him a few moments to register your words, as he was finding himself lost in the hue of your hair, the way it so beautifully framed your face. “It’s uh… It’s fine. Woke up with a bit of a headache, but I’m all right.”

You tilted your head and clicked your tongue. Even the thought of him with a headache made you want to wrap your arms around him and make all his pain go away. “It will go away,” you assured him. “You should really rest for the next few days. Have you been resting?”

Daryl didn’t get any sleep last night, none at all. Maybe he dozed off between thoughts of hearing your imagined voice whispering sweet nothings, your soft words settling on his ears like the delicate dewdrops on a flower’s petal in the haze of early morning. When the sun had risen, he took a walk outside the walls of Alexandria, trying to clear his mind, but all it did was remind him of how lonely he was, how much he wished someone was there with him.

Not just anyone, though. Just you, you and him together. Him holding your hand and keeping you within arm’s reach, safe and never in danger of the dead that roamed aimlessly outside. You’d smile as you told him about your day, all the things you did at the infirmary. Maybe he’d learn a thing or two about medicine, but mostly, he just wanted to hear your voice, to hear you speak about things he had hardly any grasp on. Just to see your face light up as you spoke about your work was enough to keep him interested. 

Love had never really occurred to him before as something available to him. It always seemed like something people talked about in movies, or something everyone else had but him. Now, with these feelings you had awakened in him, he couldn’t stop wondering about the possibility of it being real for him. 

As he trudged through meadows of sunkissed wildflowers, he found himself pondering, wondering what your favorite flower was. You seemed like a rose kind of girl… Blush pink with a dark green stem and red-tipped thorns. Maybe an innocent, sweet daisy on some days, but a fragrant, beautiful rose most days. 

Where the hell was he going to find a rose bush, though? 

“Daryl?” 

He shook his head and blinked hard as he removed himself from his thoughtless thoughts. “Didn’t sleep much at all last night,” he replied.

Though you meant to ask him why, you remembered the arousal in his jeans, and maybe that had something to do with it. “Well,” you sighed, and suddenly Daryl realized he no longer had a shirt on, “this shouldn’t take long, I’ll just change these bandages and then…” You trailed off, as you didn’t know what would come next. You certainly hoped for something… special, though maybe he’d forgotten about your less than subtle flirting yesterday. After all, he was slightly concussed. “Yeah.”

You went to work slowly unwrapping the gauze around his right arm, revealing the bright red rash spread all along the surface of his skin. That gravelly road must’ve done quite a number on the epidermis, and maybe it was the different lighting of the new day, but his rash almost seemed worse than yesterday. Squinting at the marred flesh, you spotted several tiny pieces of gravel and dirt that you hadn’t gotten out yesterday. 

It made your eyes shoot wide open. How could you be so neglectful? Of course, those pieces were very small, and it was inevitable that there would be some missed spots, but you should’ve been more careful. Maybe you were too busy letting your eyes roam over the defined muscles in his arm. You’d never seen any man with arms like that, deltoids so firm and triceps so distinctly separated from the biceps when he flexed. You could point out practically every little detail of them, even the brachioradialis and the flexor carpi radialis… 

“Oh, Daryl,” you sighed, and he had to admit, he’d thought about you uttering those words in a much different, more intimate setting. “I think I might need to do a deeper clean. There’s still dirt and gravel in there… Oh, I’m so sorry, Daryl. I should’ve done a better job.”

“Huh? It’s fine. A little dirt ain’t ever hurt nobody.” 

“But… It’s not fine.” You wrung out your washcloth in the bowl, then gently dragged it up and down his arm, trying to find the balance between scrubbing too hard and not hard enough. No matter how hard you tried, though, it seemed the more stubborn bits of dirt lodged in his skin refused to budge. You didn’t want to hurt him, though. If you scrubbed any harder, you might make the rash worse. 

He caught your worried expression, and eyed the guilt in your face. You felt horrible, like you’d neglected your duty as a nurse all because you were infatuated with your patient. If the world was anything like it used to be, you would’ve been fired. If you’d acted on your fantasies, you’d lose your license. 

Now Daryl felt for you, your worry permeating the air and translating into his own sympathy. “Hey,” he said, using his other hand to place it gently upon yours. The feeling stopped you from scrubbing, your hand and the washcloth underneath it frozen in place on his bicep. His strong, firm, warm bicep. 

You swallowed hard as your eyes met his. They were so kind, and so blue. It wasn’t an electric, vibrant blue, though, it was more like a subdued ocean blue, calming and deep. You didn’t even notice that your lips had split open slightly, agape in your awe of him. It didn’t help that his hand held yours so tightly now, and neither of you wanted to let go. 

“It’s okay,” he said. “I ain’t gonna sue you.”

You laughed under your breath at the idea. “Oh, thank God. Well, um… I think the best thing would be to soak these rashes in warm water for a while, loosen the dirt.”

“You mean like a bath?”

“Mhm… Would you, um… We have a bathtub here.”

Perhaps it was unspoken, but there was no doubt that you both had the same thing in mind. It had escalated so fast, and there soon became no other option for either of you. The mind is a powerful thing—it can convince you that the least practical solution is the best one.

Once again, you didn’t need to bathe him, and you knew you shouldn’t, but Daryl didn’t protest, and you only went with your gut, your instincts telling you that you needed to, quite simply, rid this man of his dirty old jeans and get him into a tub of hot, steamy water. 

You’d shown him briefly to the bathroom, then turned on the bath, putting your hand through the stream to test the temperature. It was hot, but just right. That comfortable, steamy heat. “I’ll be right back,” you said, voice shaky in slight disbelief of how things had escalated. “I’m just going to get you some towels and a washcloth.”

As you walked down the hall, retreating to the linen closet, you knew there was only one logical conclusion to this. Well, there was only one you were thinking of, and that was… You couldn’t even let yourself think of the words. There was no universe in which Daryl would need you to bathe him. He was perfectly capable of doing it himself, in his own home, without you scrubbing him. You’d taken this all too far, and you had no excuse this time.

Still, he hadn’t protested, hadn’t said anything about the proposition making him uncomfortable. He seemed happy to let you wash him, and he was. 

He was so happy that, once again, he couldn’t quite fight the urge he had been so desperately trying to hold back. As he undid his belt, watching the water rise in the bathtub in front of him, he chewed his lip, wondering if he’d stepped into a dream. 

As far as nudity went, he wasn’t too prudish. He valued his privacy, but you were, as you reminded him yesterday, a medical professional, and you’d seen it all. Plenty of nude men, he was sure. Granted, he was still self-conscious. At least a nice bath would soothe the pain of his rash that, he had to admit, was hard to bear. If you used your healing touch on his naked body, maybe he’d get more out of the experience than just another fantasy. 

But what if it became something real? How else is this going to end? he wondered. He needed to make his move, that was certain. Now or never.

His injured, aching leg caused him to hiss in pain as he pulled off the right pant leg of his jeans. When he kicked off his socks, he was completely naked, vulnerable. Still, somehow it felt right. At least he trusted you, though his interactions with you were limited. After this, he’d know you much more… intimately, he was sure. 

When you returned, a few bath towels and washcloths in your hands, your eyes widened to see Daryl sitting in the bathtub, the water now turned off and filled much higher. He sat with his legs tucked up to his chest, and his arms wrapped around his knees. Chewing his lip, he looked your way, then lowered himself a little, as if in embarrassment. 

“I, uh…”

You laughed and shook your head. “I told you,” you said. “It’s fine. I have seen plenty of men naked. In medical contexts, of course.” Setting the towels upon the counter, you turned to close the bathroom door. “When I was in college, I worked at an old folks’ home. I can’t tell you how many old men I’ve—” Catching yourself, you shook your head as you sat yourself on your knees beside the bathtub. 

Luckily for you, he smiled. A small, playful, lopsided smile. He’s so cute. “You callin’ me an old man, nurse?”

“No, no,” you replied nervously, laughing under your breath. At least he seemed rather easygoing. When you first saw Daryl, he seemed like he would rather be surrounded by a herd of walkers than talk to anyone. Little did you know, your charm had worked wonders on him, and even if he really was quite shy, since yesterday, it became clear that he could no longer resist you. “You’re not old.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Why you bathin’ me then?”

Because I am a very, very bad nurse.

“Because you’re hurt,” you replied simply, but sincerely. As you soaked the washcloth in the bathwater, his gaze softened. You cared about him, you really did. Maybe you went a little overboard, but he didn’t care now. He knew he was in good hands, and if you wanted to take care of him in this way, who was he to stop you. Besides, if it meant getting your hands on him again, he was happy to oblige. “And yesterday, I didn’t take care of you as well as I could’ve. I need to make it up to you…” You trailed off, then cleared your throat. You felt his eyes on you as you wrung out the washcloth, water trickling back into the tub. “So you should let me really get this gravel out. I think I’d never forgive myself if you got an infection.”

You lifted your eyes to him again, and grabbed a hold of his right arm. Squinting, you tried to spot the stubborn dirt, and when you did, you raised your washcloth to his skin, and began scrubbing once again. 

“You, uh… You give all your patients baths?”

Your cheeks reddened as you cleared your throat. “N-no… I, um… No. Is this weird?”

He huffed and shook his head. At least he was still smiling. “Nah, just different. I mean, yeah, it’s a little weird, but after yesterday… Figure there ain’t many awkward situations left between us.”

“Hm, I haven’t given you an enema… Or a prostate exam… Or a colonoscopy. Do you need any of those done, too?”

Though you were joking, if he needed it… You’d do anything for that man. He was everything you wanted—attractive, funny, smart, brave… Well, you didn’t know him too well, but from what you’d seen, what you’d heard, what you’d known, you could tell he was a good man. 

“No, ma’am.”

The giggle you let out was heinously adorable. The way he called you “ma’am,” in that southern accent of his, with that gruff undertone and that wispy softness of his voice, it was too heavenly not to giggle at. It sent shivers up your spine.

And then his body, dotted with thousands of tiny water droplets, reddened by the steam of the hot water that surrounded him, soaked and soft and just so beautiful. He still kept his legs hugged to his chest, but soon you’d need to scrub there, too, as you knew he had a great deal of skin peeled off just above his right nipple. 

“Could you…” You gestured to his chest with your washcloth in hand. “I just need to get your chest wet.”

He loosened his legs until they were stretched out further, allowing access to his chest. You tried so hard not to look down, where his… penis—oh, God, you thought, his penis. 

Terrible. Absolutely terrible. You had no right to look down there, no right at all, but you did. Just for a second. A quick glance was all you needed. It was submerged in the steamy hot water, while his body lowered itself more. The squeak of his bare skin against the porcelain tub alerted you back to your task. Luckily, he didn’t seem to notice your stare. 

“Thank you,” you said, not quite sure of exactly where you were or what was happening. You eyed his chest now, focusing on the raw, red skin that expanded from his right side to his right pec. It looked so painful, like it must’ve stung so bad. Your heart skipped a beat, both from the idea of the pain he must’ve felt, and the fact that his broad, strong chest looked so enticing. 

Just as you’d never seen arms like his before, you’d never seen a chest or a pair of shoulders like his, either. Strong, wide, muscular… Even his collarbones tempted you, begging for kisses and your delicate finger to trace along them. Further down, his chest hair had caught little droplets of water, and soon, you were meticulously washing his chest, soaking it in hot water as you cleaned the wound. You hadn’t even noticed the time going by, having been so consumed by his body. 

As your stare got more intense, his eyes settled on your face, where you held your lower lip between your teeth. The sound of water trickling from the washcloth into the bath brought you back to your senses, and your eyes met his. 

Moments passed in idleness, until his lips curled into a half smile, and a breathy laugh emerged. “What’re ya lookin’ at?” he asked, though he knew he’d been looking first, watching your every move and wondering when he was going to make his. 

You cleared your throat and smiled back. It was a smile you couldn’t ignore, one that couldn’t be held back. Like the sun always rises in the morning, the crescent moon of your smile was inevitable. A face like his could send you into orbit, and the way he was looking at you… It was like someone had hung little stars in his eyes. Those pretty, gentle blue eyes, shrouded in darkness by deep brown locks that framed noble cheekbones. You always had a thing for brunettes with blue eyes. 

The question lingered in your ears. What’re ya lookin’ at? The most perfect man you’d ever seen. You couldn’t say that, of course. Well, you’d already broken every rule in the book, but you were determined to be a little more subtle.

“You have very pretty eyes,” you said with a shrug. “That’s all.”

He seemed confused by that. Indeed, no one had ever told him he had pretty eyes. All he knew was they were blue and sensitive, and he needed a good pair of sunglasses. “Pfft,” he scoffed. “Nah.”

“You do!” you exclaimed with a laugh. “And a nice face…” You trailed off, feeling yourself about ready to say, “and a very nice body,” but you didn’t thank God.

“You, uh… got a real nice face, too.”

“Thank you,” you laughed. “I… I really shouldn’t be doing any of this.”

He shook his head, and as you removed your hand and the washcloth from his chest, he quickly grabbed you, returning your hand, and keeping his above yours. He began to guide it, instructing it to keep washing him. “Keep goin’,” he said, his voice low and nearly a whisper, like what you’d heard so many times in your head last night, begging you to touch him. “Feels good when ya touch me.”

It felt so good that he knew what was coming… Down beneath the water, his cock strained and began to throb slightly, almost twitching. He could feel it rising, getting longer and harder with each circular movement of that warm, wet cloth on his aching skin. The unavoidable tingles along his shaft became concentrated at his tip, gradually reddening as blood pooled there. Veins became more prominent, bulging along the lengthening shaft. His instinct was to hide it, tuck his legs back into his chest in the hopes you wouldn’t see it, but another instinct was becoming stronger, and that was his need for you. 

Instead of hiding it, he guided your hand lower, now just above his navel. Your eyes widened almost innocently, but there was no real innocence inside you. It was pure lust, and at the sight of the little light brown hairs that led down from his belly to his cock, you forgot to breathe. 

“Daryl…” Your eyes followed his happy trail down to his swollen, hardening cock. Unabashedly now, you nearly salivated at the sight. So this is what he had tucked away in his boxer briefs yesterday. Impressive, thick length, with room to grow… You could think of a few ways to get him even harder. 

Though he tried to maintain his confidence, Daryl could never quite rid himself of his shyness. He looked away for a moment, clearing his throat, but keeping your hand just under his belly button. 

“I got that problem again,” he said lowly, his voice gravelly yet somehow breathy and sweet like honey. It entranced you. “Said you’d help me out… That offer still stand?”

As he lowered your hand down his pelvis, your shaky grip on the washcloth finally relented. It dropped into the water, and soon you felt a new type of flesh between your fingers. It was coated in a patch of tiny hairs, and his hand took you even further to the base of his cock, where his own fingers gently curled yours around the thick shaft. 

The heat of the hot, steamy water combined with his own pulsing body heat to warm you from your hand up to your chest, which was heaving with each heavy, nervous breath. 

His eyes grew soft, almost sleepy, but your touch was invigorating. Despite the utter relaxation in his face, inside there was a deep, demanding need to pull you in and use all his stamina to feel every sensation your body had to offer. He needed to explore every inch of you, every twist and turn of the inside of you. He’d bend his aching body every which way just to get every last angle of you. He wanted it all, everything, and that’s exactly what he’d give to you, too. 

With his question still lingering in the steamy, heady air, you swallowed hard, hoping to lubricate your dry throat enough to speak. “I—I… I really shouldn’t.”

“But I need it,” he said quietly, controlling your hand to slide it downwards, very, very slowly. Of course, you could’ve stopped him, as his touch was so gentle, so respectful, but you didn’t want to stop him. He felt so good between your fingers, and he really did need it. He was so hard, so swollen. You could feel the topography of his veins all along the shaft, each one so defined and practically pulsing. 

When he saw your face soften as you watched his hand instruct yours, he knew he’d struck a cord there. You wanted to take care of him, to help him. You wanted him to be safe and warm and healthy. It turned him on, far more than he anticipated. 

He needed a woman like you, to make him feel loved, to care for him even if he didn’t always care for himself. Of course, he’d care for you, too, and take you in his arms to keep you safe from a world that could take you from him at any second. There wasn’t any time in this world for waiting. There was a woman right in front of him, someone who was everything he could ever hope for. If you’d let him, he’d never let anything hurt you, and he’d always be there to show you the tenderness you deserved. 

“Daryl…” 

He never cared much for his name, until he heard you say it. The tone of your voice was breathy, almost begging. Every inch of your face was a reflection of your blissful confusion. As much as you hesitated, you knew you wanted him, too, and when his hand tugged on yours, forcing it to wrap around the tip of his cock, whatever strength you had in your arm faded away like the last strained breath trapped in your throat. 

Your sigh coincided with his as his strong, large hand put pressure over yours, squeezing around his swollen head. He moved your hand back towards the base of his cock, encouraging you to stroke him. He needed this more than he needed you to change his bandages or clean his wounds. He needed this kind of touch from you, not anything else. 

“Come on,” he huffed, leaning back slowly against the edge of the tub until his back lay against the white porcelain. He released his hand, but yours stayed put, coiled around his cock. It was a little harder now, and you couldn’t take your eyes off it, but when his hand pulled your chin so you could face him, you got lost in his eyes once more. “Please.”

His self-control was strong, and it was the only thing keeping him from rather abruptly lunging towards you and pulling your body into the tub with him, but you were wearing a rather fuzzy sweater, and getting it wet might’ve been an issue. Tearing it off would be the next best thing.

You leaned over the edge of the tub a little more, getting a better view of what you were doing. Just looking straight down at his hard cock under the water made a tingle surge between your legs. You leaned forward more, bringing your other hand to rest on the base as you stroked along his tip. His legs twitched slightly with every circle of your thumb, and though you were concentrating on your task, out of the corner of your eye, you saw his mouth drop as his eyes shut closed and his head fell back.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

He was so sensitive, more easily stimulated than the other men you’d been with. Maybe he hadn’t been touched in a long time, like you. “When was the last time?” you asked, your mouth moving faster than your thoughts. 

His heavy eyelids labored open, with slivers of silvery blue shining back at you. “Don’t even remember,” he said. His gaze drifted hazily downwards until he could watch your hand tug gently on his length. With his hands submerged in the water, he clenched his fists, trying to hold back his urges. He needed to savor the feeling, he knew that, but it was taking so much willpower not to get to know your body more intimately. 

You kneaded his cock with more pressure, now almost squeezing around the base and the tip with each pass. It was so long now, and thick with blood and swollen vessels that pumped his cock with arousal. It curved gently towards the end, leading you to wonder if he could reach some special spots inside of you. 

As it stood up higher, now poking out of the steamy water, you could get a better look at his testicles, which looked heavy and almost burdensome. He let out a hiss between clenched teeth when your other hand moved down beneath the water to gently massage them, moving your fingers tantalizingly slowly. 

Your touch became a slight squeeze, but it felt good. There was an ache there, where his body begged for release. He’d get it soon, if you kept touching him the way you were. 

“Is that good?” you asked, your voice softly quierving. You hadn’t touched a man like this in so long. It got you excited, too, as you found your thighs squeezing themselves together to try to satiate the tingling sensation between your legs. 

Daryl returned his heavy gaze to your face, where your lips were trembling in starvation for him and his affections. You could only think about dragging your mouth across his wide, heaving chest, painting it with your kisses and leaving love bites wherever you pleased. When he tilted his head side to side, it displayed his thick neck, the muscles and veins slightly bulging, the skin reddened and glossed over with a sheen of sweat. You’d leave a few heavy kisses there in the dreamscape of your mind. Well, you already had your hands in a very… intimate place, so maybe he’d let you get closer next. 

“Real good… Don’t stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of it. He felt so good in your hands, so hard and pulsing and begging and throbbing and—

Some moments later, with a low growl punctuating his sudden movement, he jolted forward, arms bursting open to envelope you and pull you forward. The bathwater splashed, some spilling out over the side of the tub, wettening your lap. 

His swift attack on your lips left you little time to think. He himself had forsaken thought, opting instead to ravish you much more spontaneously than he’d initially intended, but you held him, kissing him back, reciprocating his gesture by thrusting your tongue into his mouth and swirling it around his. 

Whimpering against his lips, you pulled away for just a moment, eagerly bringing your sweater up and over your head to reveal your bra. Without a moment’s hesitation, he tugged at the straps to pull the cups down, and you quickly undid the clasp on the back. 

“Get in here, girl,” he warned, his eyes dark and heavy as they gazed over your heaving breasts, your nipples hard and cold against the air. “Need ya to take care of me.”

You stood briefly to slide off your skirt and socks, followed by your underwear. “Are you sure?” you asked, despite your actions as you stepped into the tub, your feet on either side of his legs. “I mean… We shouldn’t.”

He reached his arms up as far as he could to grasp your hips, coercing you down until you knelt in the tub, knees and thighs submerged beside his. “Yeah, we should,” he said.

He couldn’t help but latch his lips to your nipple, sucking desperately at the hard tissue. “Oh…” you moaned under your breath. 

His tongue swirled and flicked wildly, his hands laced around your lower back to bring you even closer. You felt his cock against your mound, throbbing and twitching. Looking down, you watched it practically move on its own. “Your cock…” you panted, hardly even aware of your own voice and what it was saying. All you knew was that he needed you badly, and you needed him, too. 

His lips separated from your chest for a moment, his blue eyes dreamily looking up at you. “It’s hard for ya,” he said, and you swore you shivered under your skin with each pass his hands made up and down your sides. They rose up again to cup your breasts, massaging them, and giving them a squeeze which made you gasp. He smiled slightly, crooked and naughty. “You like it?”

You liked it too much for your own good. You weren’t ready for him, but you were in the perfect position to ride him, and it was so tempting. “Oh, yes… Daryl, you’re perfect.”

His cheeks blossomed with a pink hue. When you noticed, you laughed and cupped his face as you settled deeper onto his lap. “You’re blushing, tough guy.”

His arms wrapped around your back to pull you closer until your lips touched his. He pecked your lips, then your nose. His short, scruffy facial hair tickled you, making you giggle softly. You felt one of his arms loosen up, and his hand reached down between your bodies to guide his wet hard cock to your slit. 

You flinched and locked your hands around the back of his neck when the feeling of his tip grazing your clit sent shivers up into your belly. Your entrance tightened and contracted, already preparing for him. Letting go of his cock, he brought his hand up to your clit, putting pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“Oh,” you whispered, letting your head slot into the crook of his shoulder. “That feels… Daryl, that feels so good.”

The sounds of the water became more boisterous as his hand moved faster, harder, increasing the pressure. Your knees dug into the hard porcelain surface of the bathtub, but it was impossible to feel any discomfort when the tightening and tingling started to overtake you. 

With his cock tucked firmly between your folds, he maneuvered you slightly to get the tip at the entrance, where it tickled your sensitive flesh. You couldn’t help but rub yourself harder against his firm hand, sending ripples through the water. 

One of his hands came to the back of your head, gently pulling your loose hair to lift your face from his shoulder. “Pretty girl,” he said, leaning forward to kiss your lips. His hand still moved, with one thick finger sinking slowly into you. “I wanna fuck you so bad.”

He slipped another finger in, and it felt like Heaven. If his fingers felt this good, you couldn’t even imagine what his cock would feel like. “Please,” you begged, lips trembling against his. “I’d let you do anything to me.”

“Mm,” he hummed with a smile. His fingers dug a little deeper, curling up inside of you as his thumb drew tight, hard circles over your clit. You threw your head back, moaning so loud that your voice echoed slightly in the spacious bathroom. “I wanna do all kinds of things to ya… Dirty things.”

He leaned forward to catch your nipple with his lips again, this time biting down gently, causing you to yelp and giggle. “Daryl!” This was a side of him you’d never known before, of course. It was strange to see his confidence reach such a new height. All you knew of him previously was that he was the shy, mysterious, slightly grumpy archer of Rick’s group. They were new in town, and most people were a little scared of them, but something about Daryl was comforting to you. His presence in Alexandria didn’t frighten you at all, really. It made you feel safe, and many other things, too. 

Water nearly splashed over the side of the tub as he pulled his hand out of you and firmly grabbed your bottom. “Why don’t ya put it in?” he asked. “Nice and deep.”

You missed his fingers inside you, so surely his cock would be the best replacement. You grabbed a hold of his cock, angling it towards your opening. Of course, you didn’t take it in right away, instead opting to use his tip to tease your clit. 

His fingers dug into your bottom as he let out a hiss between his teeth. “Fuck.”

You circled your hips over his cock, then lowered yourself, his tip now just breaching the entrance. “Ooo…”

The hot water felt so good flowing into you with his cock, warming you up from the inside. He could feel every ridge and curve of your body enveloping him. Soft, pulsing flesh massaged his cock with each movement you made to get him as deep as you could get him. 

When he was all the way inside you, you leaned forward slowly, your chest pressed against his as you lay there for a moment, eyes closed in pure bliss. Being filled by him was unlike any other sensation. 

You felt his strong arms wrap right around your back as he, too, shut his eyes. The pain he’d experienced from yesterday was all gone now. The warm embrace of you and the water surrounding him seemed to heal him more than any ointment or bandages could. 

Despite the pure beauty of that moment, he needed you to move, to let him prove to you just how much he had really needed you. 

“Come on, angel,” he mumbled against your cheek before leaving a wet, sloppy kiss there. “Take me for a ride, huh?”

You laughed. “What if I slip?” 

He tightened his grip around you even more. “Won’t let ya.”

You believed him. 

You straightened your back, placing your hands on his shoulders so you’d have something to hang onto, and, boy, were those shoulders wide and strong, with those adorable smatterings of freckles that charmed you so. You pressed several kisses to them as you rocked your hips back and forth, slowly but surely.

“I love your body,” you said between kisses. “These shoulders… Your arms… You’re so big and strong.”

His breath got caught in his throat when you began to rock faster, now simultaneously gyrating your hips, round and round. “Fuck, (Y/N)…”

Every movement you made drew you closer to release, with your throbbing, sensitive clit rubbing against his pelvis, which he moved against yours.

“Baby…” you moaned like prayer.

He’d never been called that before. He liked it, so much so that he used his strong grip on your hips to manually bounce you on his cock, with his eyes lowered to watch as the water splashed where your bodies met. 

Your toes were curled forward, trying to keep you steady. When they lost their grip, your knees slipped on the submerged porcelain surface. “Whoa!” you cried out, your forehead planting itself square in the middle of his chest. 

He flinched and sat up a little straighter, still inside you. “You okay?”

You raised your head with a boisterous laugh, and, instead of answering, cupped his cheeks to kiss him. Your weight made him sink back down, and your continued movements had him groaning deep into your mouth. 

You thrusted harder, now on the brink of orgasm. Lifting your lips from his for just a moment, you uttered the phrase, “I’m going to come.”

That sent a shiver of excitement through his cock. “Good girl,” he said. “Come all over me… Wanna feel it.”

You nodded frantically as you panted, now aggressively rubbing your clit on his pelvis as his cock simultaneously tickled you in just the right place. “Oh, God,” you sighed, your face straining as you worked so hard to feel your release. “I’m almost there, baby…”

He thrusted up into you as much as he could in his position, and more water seemed to splash all over, some pouring over the edge and surely pooling on the tile floor, but all that mattered to him was your pleasure. 

You grasped harder onto his shoulders, your eyes now closed as your breasts bounced with each hard thrust. He could feel the twitches of your walls becoming more and more intense, and soon he’d come, too, if you kept squeezing him like that. 

“Oh! Oh!”

“Come on, sweetheart.”

His honeyed voice was the last straw. The proverbial string inside your belly snapped, and a cascade of heavenly pulses erupted from your clit. You twitched and writhed on top of him, at first frantically, but soon your body fell into a natural rhythm as you rode him and your high. 

“God,” you sighed through agape lips. “Oh, shit…”

It lasted so incredibly long, allowing you to languidly sway with the current of the water as it settled down. Daryl’s body had stopped moving, but his hands were delicately caressing your sides, the rough calluses on his fingers tickling your soft skin every once in a while. His hands settled on the sides of your cheeks where he brushed your hair back behind your ears. With heavy eyelids, you looked back down at him and smiled wide, deliriously happy. 

“Feel good, pretty girl?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, your voice high-pitched and a bit dazed. Indeed, you felt a little bit lightheaded from the experience. It was the best orgasm you’d ever had, and now that you were looking back at him, that dreamy, mysterious man you’d fantasized about for so long, you were even more dumbstruck. 

“C’mere.”

He pulled you back down until your chest was pressed up against his, and your lips were receiving a passionate massage as his hands laced through your damp hair. His tongue traced around your lips as you smiled deliriously. “Ain’t done yet,” he said, nodding his head as his nose rubbed yours. “Scoot back.”

He helped you off his lap until he could stand, his body dripping with water as he did so. You were a little confused, watching him step out of the tub. Still, he was hard, throbbing, and red. You knew he couldn’t be done with you just yet. 

“Daryl?” you asked, a slight whine to your voice. “Baby?”

He grabbed a towel to quickly dry off his legs, then threw it aside. “I ain’t leavin’.” He stepped forward til his knees hit the edge of the tub. His hands came to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair once again. There was pressure to his touch as he pulled your head forward, and you realized now that you were in the perfect position. “You got such a pretty mouth,” he said. “Can ya finish me with it?” You nodded, of course. You’d be honored, and he was so ready to come for you, with clear liquid beginning to drip from his tip, and it definitely wasn’t water. 

With one hand moving up the base of his shaft, and the other cupping his heavy testicles, you brought your lips to his tip, where you left a long, sweet kiss. Even that seemed to make his cock twitch, and a soft, yet deep, moan escaped from his lips. Your touch was so tender and sweet, and your soft, pillowy lips engulfing his tip was just so heavenly. 

The deeper he entered your mouth, the more saliva pooled at the tip of your tongue, coating his shaft with every movement as you slid him back and forth with your hand. Each prominent vein bulged in your mouth, with the salty taste of the clear liquid on your tongue. 

From his perspective, he adored how you looked with his cock in your mouth, how your lips pursed and your tongue stuck out to cushion the underside of his shaft as he went in, pulling out a little, then going back as far as you could take him without gagging. He didn’t want you to gag, or to hurt you at all. He just wanted to feel every part of your body in the most intimate way. 

You pulled him out for a moment, taking the opportunity to place playful, sweet kisses along his shaft as your eyelashes fluttered up at him. He looked so beautiful in his pleasure, his head tilted back with his eyes shut and lips agape, a deep, sexy moan escaping when you suctioned your lips to one testicle. They were quite big, so only one could fit at a time. 

“Ah, fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

You returned to his tip after leaving another trail of kisses on the underside, and a few extras on his reddened, leaking head. “Am I doing good, baby?” you asked. You found that you quite liked his praise, and that his tendency to call you a “good girl” was something you’d have to try extra hard to elicit. “Am I being a good girl for you?”

“Mmm,” he hummed with that sexy crooked smile of his. “Such a good girl… Doin’ so good with my cock.”

Well, you thought, I am a medical professional. 

But your tongue was unable to speak as you swirled circles around his tip, messily dripping saliva all over your breasts as they hung over the edge of the tub. 

Just before you could open your mouth to take him again, he pulled back, his hand now stroking himself as his soaking wet chest heaved and his cock throbbed harder. “I’m gonna come,” he said. “Where do ya want it, nurse?”

You laughed as you straightened your back, jutting out your breasts. “My chest, please.”

Something in the way you said “please,” with your perky breasts and cold, hard nipples right in front of him, made him let loose. 

He let out the loudest, deepest moan yet as his semen spilled over you, caught by your breasts. Your heavy eyes watched in lustful fascination at the display, and it seemed the white strings would never stop coming from the tip of his cock. He had so much that once he’d drenched your breasts, you brought your tongue to his head for the last spurts to be caught in your open mouth. 

“Good girl,” he praised again, noticing how much you liked it. As you swallowed the last drops, you were quite suddenly picked up, with his hands lifting you by your underarms until he had you in his arms, your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you with a series of strained grunts. 

“Daryl!” you laughed, wide-eyed and slightly terrified he’d drop you. “Where are you taking me?”

“There a bed around here?” he asked, hoisting you up so he wouldn’t lose his grip. He immediately regretted not asking where the bedroom was before picking you up, as he now stood naked, wet, and carrying Alexandria’s naked, wet nurse (who was also covered in his bodily fluids, mind you). 

“The door to your left,” you laughed, clinging to his shoulders for dear life. “Don’t you drop me!”

He kicked the door open, then nearly sprinted to the bed, dropping you and himself on the soft mattress. You laughed as he frantically covered you both with the bedsheets and blankets, but the laughter died down when he bundled you up, rubbing your arms outside the blanket as he tried to warm you. 

“Are ya cold?”

“No,” you said, shaking your head with a smile as you looked up at him, marveling at his beautifully rugged face. “Quite warm… What about you? Are you comfortable?” You unwrapped your hands from the bundle he put you in, raising them to rub up and down his pecs when you noticed his rash. “Oh, Daryl! You need ointment on your rashes.” You began to sit up, planning on running downstairs to fetch the burn treatment, but Daryl’s arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into him. 

“Nah,” he said, a hint of a laugh coating his gruff southern accent. “All I need is you, ain’t no pain if I’m holdin’ you.”

“Oh…” You bit your lip as you rocked your shoulders, flattered and giddy. “Well, then I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s right,” he replied, tucking you back under the covers, being sure that you were snug and warm before he kissed you. You trapped him in your kiss by wrapping your arm around his neck, pulling him deeper. Your tongue slipped into his mouth to greet his, and they swirled around for a while, dancing so playfully. 

Your feet found his beneath the covers, so you flexed your toes to tickle him, causing him to laugh into your mouth and nearly bite your tongue. “Hey,” he said as he pulled away. 

“What?” you laughed. 

He shook his head before diving back down to kiss just above your collarbone, where he licked and sucked at the skin. “Nothin’...”

“You’re easily distracted,” you laughed, watching him move to your shoulder with his tongue.

“Mm,” he hummed against your shoulder. “And you’re a sweet thing… Like to keep you.”

“Well, I’m yours.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his face turning a little serious. 

You tilted your head with playfully narrowed eyes. “You think I have sex in a bathtub with every patient, Daryl?”

He chewed his bottom lip before leaning in to kiss your lips once again. “No, just… Don’t wanna mess this up by assumin’ nothin’.”

“I’d be crazy not to be yours.” Your hand lifted to brush through his messy, dampened hair. It was a little darker from the water, but still a lovely ashy chestnut brown, which complimented his sparkling blue-grey eyes just perfectly. “And I think you need me around. To tend to you… ailments.” 

Indeed, you became Daryl’s personal nurse at times, patching him up when he inevitably got himself hurt in some sort of heroic escapade, or, more commonly, when he picked something up the wrong way and injured his back. In any case, you were more than happy to take care of him, and it helped that you soon moved in together, and that Daryl’s appointments often had… happy endings (if he wasn’t too injured, of course).

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rating: explicit

paring: Freddy Krueger x female!reader

description: You were having wet dreams, sexual desires, and then someone or something is here to help..

title: 'Love Me'

warnings, HEAVY SMUT; pining, 18+ minors dni!!, bit of making out, pain kink, female receiving, unprotected oral-sex, overstimulation, blood, bit of fluff, dirty talk, cunnilingus, masturbation, wet dreams, Freddy calling you his 'dirty little whore', reader being needy, and that's it lol.

You were there, laying on your bed..touching yourself from the wet dream you were having. Freddy was pounding his fat cock inside your tight pussy, making you clench around your own fingers—-wanting him more than ever, moaning out his name.."Freddy!" You moaned out, you were so close to cumming until you felt someone on top of you.

"Moaning my name, huh? Thought you'd get away with this, you dirty little whore." He said, in a deep voice–-making you clench tighter around your fingers before you took them out of your wet pussy.

Freddy grabbed both of your hands and pinned them to the headboard, making you whimper. Freddy leaned in and started to bite, suck, and lick on your neck while his gloved hand ripped off your clothes.

"Freddy!!" You whined out, he smirked—-taking the covers off of you. "Oh, you dirty little bitch." He rasped out deeply. He shoved two of his sharp fingers and shoved them up your tight hole.

You cried out in pain, but slowly turned into pleasure. Blood was spilling out of your hole. It was still stinging from the pain but it felt so good, You still couldn't help but whimper from the pain, but pleasure was mixed in with the pain.

You shouldn't be enjoying being in pain, but for some reason, it turned you on.

You didn't know why but, you just wanted him to stop teasing you and fuck you.

"Just fuck me, Freddy!" You whined out.

"Not yet, slut." He hissed as he kept thrusting his sharp knives into your pussy. You were a moaning, whimpering mess.

Freddy chuckled darkly, he was surprised you were actually actually enjoying this. "I'm- Freddy! Oh- I'm gonna cum!" You moaned out but it was slurred and more high pitched.

"Good, cum for me whore."

He picked up the pace more, making a pornographic, high pitched moan leave your mouth. "Fred- ah! - mm!" Was all you could get out before your orgasm crashed over, making you scream out his name.

Freddy smirked, taking out his knives and licking the cum mixed in with the blood that got on them.

"F-Freddy! Just fuck me!" You cried out.

"Needy, aren't ya'?" He chuckled, starting to take his clothes off, and did the same with you. You were getting very impatient, you needed him this instant.

Soon enough, he lines up with your enterance-—slowly pushing himself into you, inch by inch.

Then, he slammed himself into you, giving you no time to adjust. You let out a loud scream, he smirked again, starting to pound his fat cock into your tight, wet pussy. very rough, and fast. You were losing your mind, going cockdumb.

"You gonna be good and cum for me, my dirty little whore?" He growled out, "ye- ah! - fuck! yes! don't stop!!" You moaned out, his thrusts were getting sloppy, and even faster.

Freddy then put one of his ungloved hands onto your clit, pressuring it while still pounding into you.

"I'm gonna - fuck! - cum!" You moaned out, but it was more pornographic and high pitched, he knew you were close to cumming so he put more pressure on your clit–-circling it.

You were clenching around him very tight, he was so close to cumming as well so he quicked the pace more, wanting you to cum all over his cock. "Cum for me.." he slurred, then you cummed..screaming his name, but he was still pounding into you through your orgasm—-clenching around him tight like that, he's not gonna last. And he didn't.

Freddy finally cummed inside of you, making you scream..tears filled your eyes, and you started shaking from the overstimulation.

He slowly pulled out of your wet pussy, laying on top of you.

He kissed your head and whispered a 'i love you' .

"I love you too, Fred." You said, with a weak smile—-then going to sleep quickly, passing out.

"So cute."

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Right place right time.

Ray Harris x Reader

Warnings; FILTH NSFW LOL. Reader is afab! PiV, Creampie, age gap (reader is 18+), voyeurism, hold the moan, public sex, dirty talk, power dynamic play (sorta).

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What Changed?

Norman Reedus x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NFSW

Summary: This was an idea that came to me. The Reader and Norman are fuck buddies with a casual relationship. One night he comes over and stays over. The next day he is acting very strange toward her until he finally tells her that he wants her and only her. A mix of rough smut and sweet, loving smut.

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You awoke to the sound of your phone buzzing and lighting up beside you on your nightstand.

Your eyes opened and you looked over at it with a harsh wince. You forced your body to turn over and you grabbed your phone.

It was a text message. You looked at the time. It was 2 a.m. You opened the text message and smiled.

Norman.

What are you doing?

You grinned and typed back to him.

               Nothing. What are you doing?

You sat up and back against your headboard as you watched him typing back to you with pure happy want.

               Thinkin’ about that amazing body of yours.

You laughed and typed quickly back.

               Yeah? What about it?

You swayed your legs back and forth, squeezing your thighs together tightly as you flirted with him.

               I’m so fucking hard thinking about fucking you. Can I come over?

You smiled, your nipples instantly hardening and your pussy getting wet as you quickly wrote back.

               Straight to the point huh? Get over here and fuck me then.

You bit your lip with a lustful smile as you hit send.

Only seconds later you heard a loud knock on your door.

You set your phone down on the nightstand and pulled the covers off of you, walking out of your room and to the door. You looked through the peephole and saw Norman standing there, impatiently waiting for you to answer.

You smiled and unlocked and unopen the door, looking over at him as you peeked your head out.

He looked you up and down and smirked, getting even harder as he saw you in just your short tee and your white panties. His eyes ran to your hard nipples protruding through your tee and his hand ran up and pushed the door open. He walked into the room, smirking cockily as he watched you stumble backward with that look in your eyes that told him you wanted anything and everything from him that he wanted to give you.

He turned around and quickly shut and locked the door. Turning back toward you with a dangerous, cocky smile.

He walked into your body, pressing his core against yours, gripping your hips possessively. His lips were just inches away from yours as he looked down into your beautiful eyes.

You smiled and nudged your nose up onto his as you leaned into him and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“What are you doin’ here?” you asked with a smile as you feign innocence.

He smiled and chuckled a little, grabbing your hand dominantly and walking you two hastily back into your bedroom.

He slammed the door shut once you were both inside and walked you over to the edge of the bed.

He didn’t answer you, he just glared deep into your eyes and his hands went to the hem of your panties, pushing them down and dropping them to the floor. His hands ran up and ripped your shirt off of you.

You giggled happily and brought your hands up into the air so that he could. He looked down at your beautiful breasts and gripped at them roughly a few times before using them to push you back onto the bed.

You fell happily onto the springs, knowing just what heaven you were in store for. You watched as he swiftly undid his belt. You could tell he was so fucking horny, with no other thought in his head aside from being inside you. It turned you on beyond belief how much he loved to fuck you.

He glared your body down as if it had done you wrong somehow, and he wanted revenge.

He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them to his feet. He kicked out of his boots and jeans, quickly ripping his shirt off and fully undressing himself in mere seconds.

He gripped his cock, softly rubbing it up and down as he watched you quickly turn over onto all fours, your ass towards him. He walked over and slapped your ass with approval.

He leaned down and whispered into your ear.

“That’s right you know what I like, don’t you?” he purred appreciatively as he slowly ran his fingers up and down your folds.

“Oh, god! Yes!” you whimpered, looking up at him with pure need as you started to slowly pant for his cock.

He angled his cock and gripped your hips quickly thrusting into your hilt, holding himself there.

“Oh, fuck!” you cried out happily, gripping the sheets in front of you as you awaited the amazing fuck he always gave you.

He hit into you swiftly and deep, not even bothering to tease you. He was so fucking horny he couldn’t stand it.

“Oh, fuck!! Norman?!!” you cried out in pure wild abandon as you let him push and pull your pussy onto that amazing cock of his, rocking swiftly back onto it to match his rhythm.

“Such a good fuckin girl!! Always take it so fucking good!” he groaned in happy awe as he watched his cock slide in and out of your pussy with more ease as you got so fucking wet for him so fast.

He fucked you so hard you could barely make a sound as you whimpered in pure happy, amazement. You had never known any man to fuck you like the one inside you right now.

He looked over at you whimpering uncontrollably with hard eyes.

Your eyes were closed with a happy smile on your face as he rode you to heaven.

He gripped your hips and pinned them to his, jackhammering a few times into your hilt.

“Oh, yeah!!” you cried out, as he hit your spot so fucking hard and fast.

“Yeah…Why don’t ya cum for this cock like you know you want to, Y/N,” he groaned, giving you all he had while simultaneously trying to hold out until you came for him.

He held your hips into place into his and swiftly started to hit into your spot, watching you cry out again in approval. So, he sped up his motion until his cock was slamming into yours with a perfect quick rhythm.

“Oh yeah….” You groaned, gripping the sheets harder beneath you as you felt your high coming.

He knew that look all too well. He knew you were close. So, he pushed deeper into you and sped up even more, as fast as he could until you cried out and came so fast and hard for his cock.

“Oh, FUCK!! Yes!!” you cried out and then whimpered, convulsing happily around his cock as it fucked you so fucking good.

Norman smacked your ass in silent approval before pinning your hips back into his again and jackhammering as fast and harshly as he could into you until he jackhammered into you and came deep inside you.

“Fuck!! Take that cock so fucking good!!” Norman cried out, smacking your ass absentmindedly again as he slammed his cock inside you and came so hard and fast.

You groaned happily at the feeling, trying to control your breathing as he pinned himself inside you.

After a moment or two, he slowly pushed and pulled his cock in and out of you a few more times, savoring the feeling.

“Mmm…Love this fucking pussy,” he groaned as if to himself as he enjoyed you for a few more seconds.

You still had your eyes closed and your fingers clenched to the sheet as you bit your lip and quietly moaned at the way his cock always made you feel, especially after making you orgasm so fucking good.

After a few more hits he pulled his cock out of you. He brought his hands to your ass and slowly ran his hands up and down it, admiring how gorgeous it was as he slowly panted away his amazing high.

You looked back at him, still in position with a happy smile, biting your lip as you took his gorgeous, sweaty body into your memory.

He pulled out of you and brought his hands up your back to your shoulders, pushing you softly down onto the bed.

You obeyed, crawling up the bed and laying down on the bed in front of you on your stomach.

He slowly brought his hands up your ass to your shoulders, straddling you as he started to massage your back. He started on the lower back and worked his way up, in between leaving hot kisses up and down it.

“Mmm…That feels so good,” you moaned, closing your eyes and smiling to yourself as you enjoyed his amazing touch.

Soon he was leaning his whole body over yours and his hands ran to your sides. He slid them up your sides and pushed them down over both your naked breasts.

“Mmm…Love these beautiful breasts of yours, Y/N,” growled into your ear as he roughly massaged them and started to kiss your neck again.

“Oh, Norman…” you whimpered happily at his touch, already getting turned on for him again. He tended to have that effect on you, no matter how hard you tried to deny it.

He growled into your ear, knowing what that look on your face meant, “Let’s pick this up in the morning. Ya got me all warn out now.”

“Me or the whiskey you had to drink tonight?” you asked with a knowing smile on your lips, your eyes still closed as you tried to drink every second of this sensation of him in, purely.

He chuckled into your ear.

“Alright, both,” he said, kissing up and down your neck appreciatively and massaging your breasts a few more times. When he was done, he kissed your neck one more time and pulled his hands off your breasts and out from under you. He planked his body over yours long enough to climb over you and lay on the spot beside you, on his back and his head securely on the pillow beneath him.

You opened your eyes and watched him put his right arm over his eyes to shield them from any light. He closed his eyes, already falling asleep as the sex and the booze hit him.

“Night, Y/N,” he said easily and then nestled into your bed a few times before drifting off to sleep.

You looked over at him, saddened but at the same time fulfilled.

“Night, Norman,” you said in a whisper.

You turned around and grabbed the sheet below your feet and pulled it up over both of you. You reached over and turned off the lamp that was on the nightstand beside you. Now only the moonlight shone in through the partially open blinds, illuminating the bed and Norman just enough to see him.

You turned on your side, looking over at him as he fell asleep with confused happiness in your heart.

You and Norman had been friends with benefits for a couple of months now. You had been eager to start it because…well because look at him! And at the time you didn’t think you wanted anything too serious either. But as time went on the more you started to fall for him. You kept it at bay. You knew it could never happen.

He had made it very clear to you what you were in his life, a hookup and nothing more. This is how it usually happened. He showed up at any hour of the day or night and took you just how he liked. The sex was fucking amazing! But the longer it went on you wondered what this would all become. Would you stay like this forever? Never having everything in a man? Just sex? And if so, would you be okay with that?

You looked over at him sleeping with curiosity, settling into your pillow as you peered over at him with question. Maybe you should be happy he felt so comfortable with you. You just didn’t think this would be anything more. Tomorrow he will fuck you again and then be gone again. Just like always.

This made you feel a pang of sadness that you never wanted to feel. You looked over at him with drowsy eyes, trying to remind yourself that you were lucky to have this man in any way you could. You closed your eyes, trying to shut off your feelings off and tried to fall asleep for the night with the man you longed for so close, yet so far away from you…

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You awoke the next morning with a confused look on your face as you heard banging somewhere in the distance. Your eyes hit the sunlight and you groaned, bringing your hand to your eyes, trying to shield it from your eyes.

You heard the same clanging noise again and looked over to notice Norman was gone and your bedroom door open. You got up and went to your closet, quickly wrapping your silk robe around you and tying it securely shut.

You walked slowly to your bedroom door and peeked out of it down the hall.

You could hear music softly playing in the kitchen and then heard Norman singing along with it.

You smiled to yourself with happy confusion as you slowly made your way down the hallway to your kitchen. You again peeked around the doorway and smiled at the sight.

There was Norman standing at the stove flipping a pancake and singing softly to himself. He was barefoot, no shirt, and only wearing his black jeans as he cooked. He muttered under his breath and quickly rushed over to the sizzling pan of bacon to quickly turn the strips over. He turned the heat down so he wouldn’t burn it, rushing to take the pancake off the stove, out of the skillet, and onto a plate which had several pancakes stacked onto it already.

“Well, this is certainly not what I thought I would wake up to this morning,” you said, walking into the kitchen and making yourself known.

Norman turned toward you at your voice, looking you over in your robe with a smile.

“How do you make everythin’ look so good, Y/N?” he asked, glaring you down with intent again as he looked you over.

You smiled, looking away a little self-consciously in the light of day. You played with your hair for a second, choosing not to answer that question and focus on this instead.

“So, what is this?” you asked, gesturing at the pancakes and bacon.

“What does it look like? It’s breakfast,” he said with a smile.

“Shit, hold on,” he said, walking over to turn the burner off for the bacon. He quickly pulled the bacon strips quickly out of the skillet and placed them each on another nearby plate.

“You made me breakfast?” you asked with a smile, trying to ignore what that did to your heartstrings.

He shrugged as he grabbed the plates of bacon and pancakes in each hand and looked over at you as he walked the plates to the nearby dining room table, which he had already set up with two plates and two glasses of milk.

“You were still asleep when I got up and I was hungry,” he said setting the plates of food down onto the center of the table.

He turned back around toward you and shook his hair out of his eyes with a sheepish smile as he slowly walked his body into yours.

“Plus, I figured I owed ya for last night. It was late, thanks for *havin’* me,” he said with a playful smirk at the end of his sentence, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up at him lovingly, unmasking your feelings for him.

He looked over at you quizzically at the look he had only seen a handful of times in you before.

You shook it off, looking away to compose yourself.

He stared at you with curiosity as he felt the look quicken his heart.

“Well, it looks great. Should we eat then?” you asked, looking innocently over at him again, all signs of that look now gone from your eyes.

He nodded, dropping his grip on you and gesturing you toward the table.

Norman watched you walk to the table and sit down, dishing yourself a pancake and bacon.

“So, you didn’t have any syrup. But I thought maybe you’d like to try somethin’ I like,” Norman said, walking over to the fridge and scanning the side door.

“Perfect,” he said to himself and grabbed a jar from the fridge and walked over to grab a spoon from your drawer.

You had to admit it was impressive how well he knew his way around your kitchen.

You grabbed a piece of bacon and started to munch on it, looking over at him with a curiously smile.

He showed you the jar as his hip slammed the silverware drawer shut.

“Raspberry Jelly?” you asked, looking over at him quizzically.

“Trust me, just try it,” he said, opening the jar and walking over to your plate.

“I think I’ve heard that before from you a few times,” you said with a sexy smirk on your face.

He locked eyes with yours and his own turned-on smirk came to his lips.

“And…Have I ever steered you wrong?” he asked, smirking wider knowing full well how much you loved all of the ways he had fucked you.

You laughed a little and shook your head, unable to unlock your eyes from his for a few seconds as you relived a few of the adventurous, to say the least, nights you had shared together.

He cleared his throat, trying not to get too aroused by that innocent, playful look in your eyes. You were so damn beautiful. He cleared his throat again and focused on breakfast.

You watched him spoon a few globs of jelly on top and spread it around your pancake.

He stepped back with the spoon in the jar in his hand.

“Try it,” he said, gesturing to you with his free hand.

You laughed a little at the determined look in his eye, realizing he wasn’t going anywhere until you tried it.

“Okay…Okay…” you said picking up your fork and cutting a piece and spearing it with your fork.

You brought it to your lips and looked up at him with another laugh.

“I feel like I’m being interrogated…Go!” you said and playfully pushed him a foot back.

He smiled, cocking his head to the side and returned your playful look, walking back and standing there patiently for you to take a bite.

You put it in your mouth and chewed it slowly, closing your eyes with delight as you did.

“Mmm…” you moaned happily, swallowing it down and then opening your eyes and bringing them back to his.

“It’s delicious,” you said smiling up at him as you watched his demeanor change.

How the hell did you make everything so damn sexy? He wondered to himself as he shifted uncomfortably at his cock trying to rise for you.

You knew exactly what you were doing to him and you loved it. You turned to cut another piece, repeating your performance.

You looked over at him after you swallowed the second bite and smiled a knowing smile towards him.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” you asked with another playful smirk as you brought another piece of bacon to your lips to nibble on.

He nodded, coming back to reality and trying to avoid calming his cock down. He walked over and sat down across from you, scooting in his chair to the table and dishing himself up a pancake, putting jelly on his own and grabbing a few strips of bacon.

As he tried to focus on his food and not his hardon.

You slowly ran your foot up the inside of his thigh, finding his hard, clothed cock and slowly rubbed it up and down.  

His eyes immediately snapped to yours and he internally groaned at the look on your face as you toyed with him.

“Who knows maybe after breakfast I can swallow you down,” you said and took a long sip of your milk, bringing your foot down and back to the ground.

He loved how much you two could play off each other. You were the only woman he knew who was able to match him in nearly every way possible.

You turned your attention back to your plate, focusing on it and happily digging in.

Norman secretly couldn’t stand how you could just turn that want on and off. For men, it wasn’t so easy.

He adjusted in his chair, calming his cock with his hand under the table. After a minute he started in on his plate.

You two ate in peace for a few bites before Norman curiously looked over at you.

“So, it’s Saturday,” Norman said, trying to act nonchalant as he looked curiously over at you and took a drink of milk.

You nodded, not taking your eyes off your food with a curious chuckle.

“Yes, it is indeed Saturday,” you said taking another bite and savoring it.

Norman shifted uncomfortably in his seat and took a bite of his bacon, chewing it as he looked curiously you over.

He swallowed and spoke again.

“So, do you have any plans?” he asked, his heart beating a little faster as he asked.

You searched your mind, your eyes still not coming back to his as you focused on your plate.

You swallowed and nodded.

“Actually, I do have plans to meet my sister tonight for dinner. She says she has some guy she wants me to meet. Blah…Blah…Blah…” you said, rolling your eyes at the thought of another boring blind date that would go absolutely nowhere.

Your sister had the worst taste in men you had ever seen.

“Oh,” Norman said with a stunned look on his face, trying to ignore the pang of hurt that flashed through him at your words.

He looked down, trying to focus on his food and not the strange sinking feeling he was feeling at the prospect of you with someone else.

You noticed his silence and the awkwardness that had suddenly filled the room.

“What?” you asked looking up at him quizzically again.

He was acting so weird.

He shrugged, leaning over to cut more of his pancake with a little bit more force now. Now it was his turn to not return his eyes to yours.

“Nothin’. So, where are ya goin’?” he asked with the tone of slight sarcasm in his voice as he pushed more food into his mouth.

He looked over at you, locking eyes with yours again, trying to act like it didn’t bother you.

His were angrier this time. But you didn’t notice as you looked down at your plate, swirling your last few bites in the leftover jelly that had spilled over onto it.

“That new Bistro that opened up? Jaques’ Bistro? I guess it’s just a few blocks from here,” you shrugged with apathy at the thought.

“And by the way? The fact that I don’t have to grab a cab and get free dinner is the ONLY reason I am going,” you said, looking over at him with a light laugh.

Norman dropped his fork and pushed his chair out, standing up and walking over to you. He pulled up your chin by his hand and you looked up at him confused again. But you knew he had something to say. So, you waited for him to say it.

He smiled softly for a second at your complete submission. He knew he had no right to tell you you couldn’t go out with anyone else. You two had been very specific on what this arrangement was. He would be a hypocrite if he did. But there was something inside him that burned with envy at the thought of you with another man.

You watched his inner wheels turn, emotions all over the place in his eyes, not knowing at all what he was thinking or feeling.

“Norman, what is it?” you asked, staying completely still for him and looking up at him with confused eyes.

He looked back into your eyes, shaking his hair back like a lion shaking his mane with resolve.

He stepped back dropping your chin and bringing his hands to the button of his pants.

You smiled slyly over at his hands as he unzipped them and pulled out his cock, shaking his thighs and making the pants fall to his ankles.

You looked up into his eyes with pure happy lust and waited for him to tell you what he wanted.

He looked over at you, gripping his throbbing cock, pumping it up and down a few times.

“What was that again about you swallowing me?” he asked, with a smirk, trying to cover his sadness with an orgasm. And you were always the best at that. You just didn’t know that yet.

You smiled and happily kneeled beneath him. You looked up at him with those beautiful doe eyes of yours as you slowly slid your hands up his thighs and to his cock.

“What a great way to finish off a nice, healthy breakfast,” you said with a smirk and the slowly and lightly ran the tip of your tongue teasingly around his tip as your hands pumped the base.

You suctioned lightly on his tip over and over, your tongue swirling around it every so often before his hand slammed into the back of your hair. He gripped it as yanked it back.

You looked up at him panting in pure bliss as he glared you down.

“Quit teasin’ Y/N,” he said, your tongue and his senses driving him wild.

You smiled and nodded, kissing the side of his shaft and slid your tongue all the way up it before pushing his cock deep into your throat.

His grip on your hair tightened as he started to slowly thrust into your mouth.

He closed his eyes as he felt the sensation, rocking his hips back and forth slowly as he enjoyed you.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N…You’re so fuckin’ good at that!” he nearly cried out in disbelief as you gave him everything you had right away, knowing he was so hard already.

Your mouth bobbed up and down his huge cock as far as it could. Meanwhile, your hands gripped and twisted the base of his cock, working in unison to give him exactly what he wanted.

You moaned happily at his words, speeding up on his cock at his behest.

He closed his eyes and thrust his cock in and out of that hot, wet mouth faster and with more purpose as he got used to your rhythm.

He brought both his hands down to hold the back of your head, fucking your mouth with determination as you brought him to the brink.

“Oh, fuck, girl…Just like that,” he growled hitting into you instinctually faster as he felt himself building.

You moaned, looking up at him happily as you bobbed your mouth up and down on his cock faster. You loved going down on him. You loved making him come undone so easily and so fast. It turned you on beyond belief to be able to do that to him. So, you gave him everything you had.

He gripped your hair tightly and snapped his eyes to yours as he hit into your mouth one more time and jackhammered into your throat, exploding his seed down it.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He growled lowly, looking down at you in disbelief as his amazing high ran through every cell in his body.

You moaned and happily swallowed every drop of him down, slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth when you were done. You looked down at his now spent cock with a happy smile, softly running your hands up and down his cock again a few more times before dropping your hands from him.

You kneeled back, looking up at him as you licked your lips, so ready for anything he wanted from you.

He panted away his high, softly massaging your hair as he looked over at you in disbelief of the pleasure you had given him.

“How was that?” you asked with a knowing smile as you reached your hand up to him.

He huffed and pulled you up into his arms with one swift pull. He quickly wrapped you in his arms and pulled you into him.

He looked you over with curious awe again before his happy eyes came back to yours.

“That was…amazing,” he said, leaning over to ghost your lips with his.

“Just like you,” he whispered and pushed his lips to yours for a slow, sweet kiss.

You sighed a little and let him roll his tongue around yours a few times before pulling your lips off of his and staring back at him with a curious smile.

“What’s gotten into you today?” you asked, trying to avoid feeling the truth about how much you loved this man. But he was looking at you in a way you had always hoped he would today and it had you unnerved.

He ran his hands up and down your sides and cocked his head.

“What ya didn’t like breakfast?” he asked.

You smiled wider and ran your hands up his chest to rest on the back of his neck.

“I didn’t say that. It’s just…” you paused and looked away, not sure if you should say anything.

“What?” he asked, swooping his head over to lock eyes with you again.

You looked over at him nervously.

“It’s just…You aren’t usually like this,” you said, deciding to leave it at that.

“Yeah? And how am I usually like?” he asked, with a small smile as he watched your nervous eyes back to his.

“Well, for one, you have never cooked me anything the entire time I’ve known you,” you said looking up at him with a confused, happy smile.

“Was there somethin’ else?” he asked, hoping you had noticed how he was trying to show you how he felt.

You looked up into his eyes, falling all over for him again as your heart started to race by the way he was looking at you.

You shook your head.

“No. I just…I have to get in the shower,” you said, trying to shake your feelings away, knowing you couldn’t have all of him the way you wanted to.

You tried to spin out of his arms, only for him to grab your hand, holding you back until you looked back at him.

“Can I join you?” he asked as he stepped out of his pants that were around his ankles.

“If… If you want to,” you said, looking at him quizzically again as he strode over to you with his hand in yours.

“Let’s go,” he said, pulling you away with him towards your bathroom.

He pulled you inside and turned around, so he was facing you, bringing his hands to the string holding your robe together. He watched his hands as he slowly pulled the loop loose and let the robe fall open. He brought his hands to your stomach and softly ran them up and down it as he took in your naked body with awe.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he said, venturing a sincere look up into your eyes.

You smiled, your heart fluttering for a second.

You pushed him playful back toward the shower, letting your robe fall to the floor.

“Get over there,” you said with a smile, walking back toward the shower with him.

He stood behind you and watched you open the shower door and bend over to turn on the facet.

You turned on the water and pulled the tab up watching the water from the showerhead above you start spraying down. You stood up and looked over at him with another curious smile and then stepped into the tub. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you let the water drip down onto your face and your body, almost forgetting he was there for a second.

“So, damn, beautiful,” Norman said, as if to himself as he watched the warm water cascading down your naked body.

You looked over at him with a shy smile at his compliment.

“Are you coming?” you asked, cocking your head to the side as you got your hair wet.

He smirked and walked into the shower, standing opposite you as he shut the shower door and walked into you, grabbing your body and pulling it into his again.

“Not yet…Maybe soon…” he said with a playful smile on his lips before pushing them back to yours for a hungry kiss.

You gasped a little in surprise at the intensity of his kiss, melting into him as his tongue rolled around yours with a passion you had yet to experience from him.

He grabbed your sides and walked you both back until your back hit the back of the bathroom stall. He pulled his tongue out of your mouth, long enough to lean back and enjoy the water hitting his face and starting to trickle down his body.

You ran your hands up and down his chest, biting your lip with pure arousal at the sight and the feeling. You felt yourself getting so hot and bothered just looking at that gorgeous naked body of his.

He noticed your eyes on him and opened his eyes back to yours with a happy smile at the look of pure need on your face. He brought his finger to your chin and pulled it up, bringing your eyes gently back to his.

“Why don’t we wash up and then I’ll love on ya like ya want,” he said with a soft, sweet smile.

You looked up into his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at the word love and slowly nodded, feeling like this was a dream.

He nodded and softly kissed your lips before turning to his side and grabbing your shampoo. He opened it and squeezed a fair amount out into his hand rubbing it together with his other hand.

“Come here,” he said, stepping back and allowing you to step back under the showerhead.

You giggled as he started to wildly apply the shampoo, digging his fingers into your scalp here and there as he made sure you were clean.

When he was done, he pushed your head back, pushing his hand onto your forehead to do so and watched the water wash away the shampoo.

You smiled happily at the sensation of the water washing the suds away, closing your eyes to enjoy the warm water’s sensation. You felt him starting to run a bar of soap up and down your stomach, slowly and lightly. You looked over at him, locking eyes with his with a sweet smile at his tender actions.

He ran the bar of soap up to your breasts, massaging them ever so gently with attentiveness before running it behind you and running it up and down your back. He slowly reached your ass and cleaned it, his serious eyes never leaving yours as he cleaned you. He gulped, feeling that twinge in his heart again as you looked up at him with loving curiosity at his gentle touch.

He ran the bar of soap back around your stomach and pushed it down onto your pussy. Simultaneously, he pushed you back to the wall again, his nose nuzzling around yours.

“What? Ya didn’t think I could be gentle?” he asked, cocking his head and peering into your soul as he slowly cleaned your pussy with care.

Your heart rate sped up and you looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights, not sure what to think.

“I guess I do now,” you said with a huff and a look of happy surprise over at him.

You reached down and gently grabbed the bar of soap from his hands bringing it up to run all over his chest. You said nothing, silently looking over at him with nothing but love as you walked around him and ran it up and down his back and ass. You leaned in and left sweet kisses on his neck as you washed him. You peered up at him curiously.

He closed his eyes with a sweet smile on his face as you pleasured him with your lips and hands.

You washed up and down his arms, loving the sight of watching the suds fall down his beautiful body and to the shower drain.

You put the bar of soap back on the shelf beside you and ran your arms around him, hugging him from behind. You kissed his back and kisses all the way up the side of his neck to his ear.

“Do you really want to spend the day together?” you asked him, looking up at him with wary hope in your eyes.

He looked back at you with a smile.

“More than anything,” he said with soft sincerity.

“What do you want to do?” you asked.

He turned around and wrapped you back in his arms with a devilish smile.

“Oh, I’ve got some ideas. But, first, come kiss me again with those sweet lips of yours,” he said.

You smiled and nodded, obliging him and pressing your lips back to his for another epic kiss under the downpour of warm water that ran down both of you.

You two ran your tongues around each other’s with pure passion until you were nearly out of breath. You pulled your lips from his and looked up at him in disbelief at how passionate the kiss had been.

He smiled that same sweet smile at your reaction, leaning over to kiss your lips a few more times before turning around and turning the facet’s handle to the off position.

He gestured for you to exit before him and you obliged, stepping out of the tub as you opened the door and climbed out. You reached into the closet for a fresh towel, handing it to him and grabbing yourself one to dry off.

He pushed and pulled the towel through his hair, squinting as he dried it roughly with the towel followed by his face and then his chest. He wrapped the towel around his waist and secured it tightly around it.

You dried your hair with the towel followed by your body and walked over to grab your robe, pulling it up and onto you and securing it tightly with the tie.

You looked over at him with an awkward laugh as you tightened the sash around your body.

He smirked a little at your unease and slowly strut over to you in just his towel, steam filling the bathroom as he walked into you.

He brought his hand up to the side of your face, tracing it with his index finger as he smiled to himself.

“I kinda like watching you fall for me,” he said, looking over into your eyes with a happy smile.

“What makes you think I’m-“ you started.

But he pushed his index finger quickly to your lips and stopped you.

He looked into your eyes with soft admiration and said, “A man can tell.”

You fought the urge to shiver at his words, wanting for so long to hear the words you were hearing now.

You nodded, looking away a little embarrassed that he could see right through you.

He smiled to himself and dropped his finger on your lips, bringing his hand down to intertwine with yours. He pulled you both back off the door and turned you are, grabbing the doorknob as he looked back into your wide eyes.

“Come on, Y/N. Let me show ya how much I love it,” he said, cocking his head to the side and pulling you away with him back towards your bedroom.

You had no willpower to stop him. You watched him in a haze as he led you back to your room. He pulled you inside and swiftly shut the door. He turned around and glared you down as you both walked back toward the bed.

You stood facing the bottom of the bed as he walked into you and wrapped his arms firmly around you again, from behind. His lips coming to the side of your neck and leave hot, sweet kisses up and down it as he held you firmly into him as if you might float away.

You smiled, closing your eyes and happily leaning your head back and to the side on his shoulder as he left kiss after kiss on your neck.

“Norman?” you asked, nearly breathless as you got lost in everything he was and everything he had shown himself to be today.

He kissed the spot just below your ear and brought his lips to your ear.

“What’s up, beautiful?” he asked, kissing your earlobe.

You shuttered, wrapping your arms around his arms wrapped around you as he kissed sweetly on your neck.

“Norman? What changed?” you asked, nuzzling your head into his as you looked away from him with question still not sure what his new actions were about today.

He looked over at your insecure eyes as they looked off into the distance and nodded with understanding at your confusion. He stepped back and twirled you around until you were facing him again.

He put his left hand on your hip protectively and brought his right hand up to softly cup the side of your face. Taking a deep breath as he prepared to tell you how he really felt.

You looked up into his eyes so anxious and nervous, your heart pounding so hard as you watched his eyes soften to you and a small, knowing smile come to his lips.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot lately… What it would be like to be with you…for real,” he admitted, looking over into your eyes with nothing but soft sincerity.

Your eyes betrayed you as you looked up at him with hope in them.

“You have?” you asked, still feeling like this was some dream you were trapped in and any minute you could wake from it.

He smiled softly to himself at your reaction and nodded.

“Yeah, I have. And then when ya told me about this *date*…” he said, jealousy coursing through his veins at the thought of another man having all of you the way he did.

“Well…I didn’t want to pretend anymore that you are the one person I think about all day long. I know I said what this was before…But that’s not what I want it to be anymore,” he said, keeping his nervous eyes on yours as he forced the words from his mouth.

You smiled, looking down in shock as you shook your head in disbelief at his words.

“I just…This seems so sudden,” you said, continuing to look down and away from his gaze as all the logic in your mind warned you this could turn out badly.

“Does it?” he asked, cocking his head to the side and pulling your eyes back to his with the pull of his finger on your chin.

“I remember the first time we met like it was yesterday…So, flustered…So, damn, cute, as you tried to keep your calm around me. Remember that night?” he asked, with a smile.

“Of course, I was so nervous. But you didn’t mind…In fact, I think you enjoyed it,”  you said with a smile as you looked knowingly over at him.

“Oh, I loved playing with you…I still do. More than anyone else,” he said, looking over at you pointedly.

You laughed a little and brought your hands timidly to his sides, feeling more vulnerable right now with him than any time you two had had sex.

“I love playing with you too, Norman. I just…If this is gonna be real I need to know…” Your voice wavered and you looked away gulping down your nervous.

He brought his finger back to your chin and quickly guided your eyes back to his and his left arm wrapped you firmly into his body.

“There’s been no one else for a while…Just wasn’t as fun as with you,” he said with a sincere smile, leaning his lips over to ghost yours as he pulled you protectively into him.

You sighed and smiled happily, your body and mind relaxing at his words. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled yourself closer, giving him a slow, sweet kiss before pulling back and looking up at him with happy curiosity.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” you asked, searching his eyes lovingly as you sunk into him.

He ran his fingertips softly up and down your back and looked into your eyes, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

“I was afraid,” he admitted, nibbling on his bottom lip as he looked insecurely over at you.

You laughed out loud, quickly covering your mouth as you watched him look over at you with slight betrayal at your reaction.

“I’m sorry…I’m so, sorry. But what in the world do *you* have to be afraid of?” you asked, bewildered at his feelings of insecurity.

The entire time you had known him he had always been the most confident man. His confession came as such a shock to you.

He stepped back and away from you a bit and looked over at you with slightly hurt eyes.

He searched your eyes and saw no malice in them, just confusion. So, he took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to explain it to you.

“Ya don’t get it, do ya?” he asked, looking over at you with knowing eyes.

“I guess I don’t,” you said with a meager shrug, looking up into his eyes wishing you could know what was going on inside of his head.

He nodded, stepping out of your arms and sitting down on the bottom edge of your bed. You turned toward him, noticing the far-off look in his eyes and wrapped your arms around your body, waiting for him to speak his truth.

“It’s like never bein’ able to trust anything…or anyone. All of the time you spend lookin’ over your shoulder, waiting for the next person to turn on you. It isn’t easy. I know ya think it is. But it ain’t. There’s a reason I don’t usually get serious with women. I’m just another prize to be won with most of them,” he said, gulping down his sadness as he exposed all of himself to you for the very first time.

You looked over at him with sad eyes and silently nodded, showing him that you were hearing him as you sat down on the bed next to him, not sure what to do or say in this moment.

He looked over at you with a soft smile when he saw the loving, reassuringly look in your eyes. The one he had fallen in love with the first time he had seen it.

He brought his hand over to caress your face again, his eyes softening even more as he continued.

“But you? You’re nothin’ like the rest. I’ve been with plenty of women, Y/N. Some I wish I hadn’t been…But you? You are just about the sweetest, loving woman I’ve ever met. Ya don’t want nothin’ from me, but me. You don’t try and keep me down. You are always here when I need ya…If you’ll have me, I’ll love you so right,” he said, gulping down more nerves as he bore his soul to you with the hopes you would let him have what he wanted; no, needed from you.

You looked over at him speechless for a minute, your mind and emotions reeling at his confession.

You noticed him shift and look away awkwardly like he knew your answer would be no.

You smiled to yourself and stood up, slowly straddling his lap and bringing your hands to the sides of his hair to slowly massage it as you brought his reluctant eyes back to yours. You looked into his eyes with nothing but pure supportive love in yours and smiled reassuringly back at him, in pure awe of this new vulnerable side you were seeing from him.

You ran your hands sweetly up and down his chest, watching your hands as you caressed him and trying to memorize every lap. You finally ran your hands up to the sides of his neck and held them there, locking eyes with his again.

“I had no idea. I’m so sorry,” you said with sincere, apologetic eyes.

He smiled, huffing a little in surprise as he wrapped his arms securely around your body again, nudging his nose up into yours.

“How could ya? A sweet thing like you?” he said with another smile and leaned up to softly push his lips to yours.

You sighed and softly whimpered happily as he pushed his tongue back into your mouth and grabbed hold of your tongue, swirling it around.

He moaned happily, closing his eyes and sinking into your kiss as he felt you melt into him with nothing but pure want.

He swirled his tongue passionately around yours a few more times before pulling his lips off yours and looking lovingly up into your eyes as he held you in his arms.

“So, does this mean ya won’t go on that date?” he asked you, staring deep into your eyes.

You laughed a little and shook your head.

“No. I won’t go on the date,” you said and pushed your lips back to his for another slow, sweet kiss.

You pulled your lips abruptly off of his and looked over at him with slight worry in your eyes.

“You know I’d never do anything to hurt you, right?” you asked, looking over at him in that moment needing him to know that truth.

He smiled sweetly and nodded, loving you all the more for your words, knowing they were the truth.

“I know, Y/N. I’d never hurt you either,” he said and happily pushed his lips back to yours.

He moaned happily into your mouth and took your tongue around for another amazing ride as his hands feverishly ran up and down your back. His kiss became more feverish and urgent as his hands began to roam your beautiful body. He was so ready for you again. His cock was screaming at him. He patted your sides and slowly pulled his lips off of yours.

“Stand up,” he said softly, his lips coming to yours for a few more short kisses on your lips before you obeyed and got up off of him.

He stood up after you and brought his hands to the string tying your robe together and ripped it open as if he was angry at it.

You shivered at the lustful look in his eye, knowing what you were in store for. Your body was already pinging with anticipatory blissful energy as he pushed the robe down and off your shoulders. You felt it drop to the ground and shivered again as his eyes roamed your naked body appreciatively. He brought his hands to the towel wrapped around his waist and tugged on it until it fell to the ground.

It was your turned to roam his naked body with appreciation. You licked your lips as you glared down his beautiful barrel chest and down his stomach to his cock. You smiled to yourself as you thought about all the times it had made you feel so good, instantly getting wet for him.

He watched you admiring his body and his cock twitched at the sight. He suddenly grabbed your hand and pulled your naked body into his.

You giggled a little at the sudden impact, looking up at him with loving excitement.

“Promise me you’ll always look at me the way you do,” he said with a soft smile as he watched your loving gaze on him.

You smiled sweetly up at him as you loosely wrapped your arms around his neck.

“And what way is that?” you asked with a sparkle in your eyes at his words.

He smiled at you as he put his hands on your hips as he stared at you in awe.

“Like, I’m the only one you see… Like ya love me,” he said, forcing out the words in a mere whisper.

You blushed for the first time since he had met you and looked away slightly embarrassed. Here you had thought all this time that you had hidden your feelings for him so well. So much for that.

“So, do you?” he asked using his finger to pull your chin and your eyes softly back to his.

Your heart was pounding. He was looking at you with soft, questioning eyes.

You slowly nodded, afraid to actually say it out loud. This was what you had been trying to fight, all this time trying to ignore the exact feelings you were feeling right now. But you couldn’t look away. He was looking at you like you had always hoped.

He smiled to himself at your innocent, nervous eyes as you silently answered him. His heart skipped a beat as he watched you looking up at him with nothing but confused love.

He brought his hand to the side of your face and softly caressed it, trying to memorize everything about you and this moment.

“I think I love you too,” he admitted, forcing his vulnerable eyes to stay on yours.

Your heart melted at his words and the biggest smile he had ever seen graced your lips.

“This has been the best day,” you said staring up at him happily, silently telling him all he needed to know with your eyes at how happy you were.

“Well, it ain’t over yet,” he growled and pulled you away towards the bed.

You giggled and happily let him pull you away from him.

You fell back onto the bed, your head resting on your pillow and smiled up at him, anxiously awaiting him.

He smiled and swooped his lips down to yours for a hungry kiss. He then pulled his lips off of yours and shook the hair out of his eyes as he climbed onto the bed. He nudged your legs apart and you obliged letting him inside your legs as he hovered his body over yours. He nudged his knees in between your legs as he adjusted himself, pushing them further under your inner thighs.

He grabbed his cock and looked up into your eyes, pumping himself up and down a few times.

You moaned softly and bit your lip, looking down at his cock and then up into his eyes with pleading eyes of your own.

He smirked and glared you down as he slowly ran his tip up and down your slick folds, teasing you with his cock.

“Oh, fuck…Norman…” you whimpered, your face contorting to a look of frustrated pleasure as you started to slowly rock up and down his tip.

He smirked wider as he continued to tease you, loving the reaction he was getting.

“Mmm…You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”  he growled, continuing to tease you.

You whimpered again, running your hands up to his shoulders, gripping them.

“Always,” you said, looking up at him with begging eyes.

He smiled sweetly at you for a second at your answer and then turned his attention back to the task at hand.

He slowly ran his tip back down your folds and watched as he pushed his cock inside you, ever so slowly.

“Oh, God!” you cried out, looking up at him with pure disbelief at the pleasure of him entering you.

You two had never really been together without a little drink in you. To feel him stretching you out and filling you sober was a whole new amazing experience for you both.

“Oh, fuck…” he groaned happily as he filled you to the brim.

“God! You feel so fucking good!” he growled, glaring you down as if you had done him wrong as he slowly started to fuck you.

He sank his body down onto yours, pushing his forearms onto either side of your pillow as he did so.

You moaned happily up at him as he pressed his full body’s weight onto yours, loving the feeling.

He sank into you and ghosted your lips with his, staying at your hilt for a second to speak.

He brought his hand to your hair, massaging it as he stared down into your eyes lovingly.

“I love how much you want me,” he groaned, feeling you get wetter by the second as he filled you, looking up at him with pure need as you always did.

“I do. I want you, so much,” you said, looking up at him with nothing but love and truth in your eyes.

“I know,” he said with a sweet smile and then slowly started to fuck you again.

“Oh…Oh…Norman…” you whimpered happily at the feeling, looking up at him with pure love and awe as he began to fuck you.

“Yeah? Like that?” he asked, pushing more pressure on your core with each hit.

“Yes!” you moaned, nodding emphatically up at him with praise as he created the best pressure on you.

He smirked as he watched you fall apart for him, putting as much pressure onto your core as he could, rocking back and forth onto you with fervor.

You looked up at him with pure confused bliss as he fucked you so hard and slow. You started to build and started to rock up and down on his cock faster and with more need. He noticed and smirked again, speeding up his cock to match your hips.

“Fuck…” you groaned happily as he began to hit into you faster, hitting your spot just right now as he slammed in and out of you.

His eyes turned dark as he watched you starting to come apart. He sped up his cock, even more, slamming his hips into yours with pure determination.

“Oh…Oh, yeah!” you whimpered happily in between hits.

“Ya gonna cum for me, Y/N?” he growled, putting more pressure onto you as he hit into you with more urgent need.

“Oh, god…yes…Right there!” you cried out to him, rocking your pussy up and down his cock with wild abandon until you came so good for him.

“Ohh! Fuck!! Norman!!” you cried out as your high hit you like a freight train and you came all over his cock.

Norman growled like an animal at the sight and the feeling of your pussy contracting rapidly over his cock.

He couldn’t last any longer.

He jackhammered into your hilt roughly until he slammed his cock deep inside you and came like a rocket inside you.

“Fuck!!” he growled loudly and happily as he came so hard for you, shaking a little as he came. He was looking down at you in disbelief as his orgasm hit him in waves of pleasure.  

He slowly pulled himself halfway out of you and slammed it back into your hilt again, jackhammering it playfully a few times before pulling himself out and laying on the bed beside you. He laid back with an exhausted thump and you looked over at him with a happy smile as you both panted away trying to catch your breath.

Your body was on fire for him, every cell buzzing for what he had just created for you.

He looked over at you and huffed with a big smile on his face as he took you in.

He laid his arm down toward you and gestured to you with the nudge of his head to come closer.

He smiled sweetly at his gestured and scooted into his arm. You laid your head down on his chest and smiled to yourself as you felt his arm securely wrap around your body. You nestled further into him, wrapping your other arm around his stomach. You kissed his chest sweetly a few times before laying back down onto it and snuggling into him.

You absentmindedly traced his side with the tips of your fingers as you laid there listening to his heartbeat. You still couldn’t believe today had happened.

“Norman?” you asked in a whisper.

He ran his fingers up and down your back as he looked down at you.

You looked up at him, resting your chin on his chest as you looked into his eyes with happy awe.

“Are you sure I’m what you want?” you asked, peering over at him curiously for his reaction.

He nodded, bringing his free hand up to caress the side of your face.

“I’m sure, Y/N. I’ve been sure for a long time. Sorry, it took me so long to say it,” he said looking lovingly back into your eyes.

You smiled sweetly up at his words.

“I love you, Norman,” you said in a mere whisper, leaning up to press your lips to his.

You pulled back after a moment and he held the back of your head in place as he leaned over to ghost your lips with his own.

“I love you too, Y/N,” he said and pushed his lips back to yours for another epic kiss.

You sighed and melted into his lips, opening your mouth as he pushed his tongue back inside to find yours. Before you knew it, you were back on top of him, straddling his body as your tongues raced around one another’s with nothing but pure passion.

You giggled a little into his mouth and pulled your lips off of his, looking down at him playfully.

“So, what now?” you asked, cocking your eyebrow up at him.

He smiled, bringing his hands to your hips and swiftly turning you both around until he was straddling you.

“We can do whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said, leaning back a little as he teased you.

You ran your hands up and down his chest, looking at it feverishly before locking playful eyes with his again.

“I’ve got a few ideas…” you said, beckoning him back to you with the pull of your finger.

He smirked, nudging his nose up at you and growled, “Oh, I bet you do.”

He then leaned over and pushed his lips harshly back to yours for another amazing kiss.

You sighed and melting into his kiss, loving every second of this day and this man who had finally shown you all the things you had secretly hoped for for so long. You couldn’t wait to spend every day you could just like this with the man you had come to love so much…

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Imagine Daryl angry fucking you and when you tell him that your cunt is sore, he simply replies with "well you got other holes, don't you sweetheart" 🥵

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fan iconsies of norman reedus & melissa mcbride. ♥ i could watch them the entire day casually interacting with each other if that would be possible ahaha ... amazing actors! ah btw, those icons are 184x184px just because I'd like to see more caryl icons on steam ahahaha

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icons norman reedus

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Icons Norman Reedus

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So sorry guys for the late requests!! Writers block is getting to me, I'm starting on one of the requests, please be patient with me 🙏🙏

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🍻🍀 Connor & Murphy MacManus icons 🍀🍻

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🌙 CHERRY SOURCE — ICONS ◖like or reblog if you save, dont repost ♡

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