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Micah bell with the prompts V-2, O-2 by writeformesinpie

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Bro's mad that watching you sleep isn't considered 'romantic' 💀. I'm so sorry the plot near the end got rushed. Been an anxious week so I have been struggling to write. Still trying though.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Micah Bell Prompts V-2 + O-2

"I like you best when you’re sleeping."

"So it's a little crush when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Harassment/Assault, Jealousy, Micah mentions he watches you while you sleep, Micah's a creep obviously, Violence, Threats, Attempted forced 'relationship' implied.

You didn't trust Micah. While Dutch always told you that Micah is valuable to the gang, you never believed it. Micah's a creep, always has been far as you're concerned.

Micah always made it a goal to pester any member who would listen. Hell, even if they didn't listen. You just happened to be his favorite.

Micah seemed to be fond of you, all while you hated his guts. Some folks around camp even commented on him being 'sweet on you'. The thought is vile to you.

You're not interested in Micah. No matter how many times he makes comments or crude remarks, it just makes you disgusted. No, you already had your sights on another.

Micah knew this.

Oh, Micah hates that you adore someone else. Here he was infatuated with you, to the point you were all that was on his mind at times. Yet of course you don't reciprocate.

You think he's disgusting, he's unbothered about that...

But he is pissed that another man has your heart.

Sure, many say he doesn't deserve you. You should have your own choice on who you get to be with. You don't belong to anyone...

Yet when was Micah ever that respectful?

"Darlin'... I think we need to have a little chat."

Your body tenses when you hear that familiar drawl behind you. You drop what you're doing reluctantly as Micah shuffles up behind you. You hated him... but you knew he didn't plan on leaving you alone.

"What is it, Micah? Why have you come to grace me with your presence?" Your tone is dripping with sarcasm, which makes Micah chuckle just a little bit.

"Y'know you're pining for the wrong man, right?" Micah hums, making you immediately realize where this is going.

"Who I fancy shouldn't concern you." You state bitterly, causing Micah to scoff.

"The cowpoke doesn't even pay attention to you, darlin'." Micah sneers, leaning on the table beside you. "Seriously, you're looking at a man who doesn't look at you, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that..." You warn, Micah seeming to pay you no mind as he shifts closer.

"Do you even see yourself, sweetheart?" You swear he's doing it on purpose now, close to leaning on you while he speaks. "You follow him around like a lost puppy. You listen to his every word like it's gospel..."

Micah grumbles, pressing his chest against your back as he holds your hips. You immediately feel revolted when he leans down to your ear.

"You really need a man who can look at you the same way... one who wants you. One who watches over you even when you're unaware..."

You feel him kiss the shell of your ear.

"I like you best when you’re sleeping... You fight me a lot less then."

You whip around to slap Micah. The man makes a disgruntled noise and backs up enough for you to make some distance. You glare at him, seeing a look of irritation in his eyes.

"You pervert!" You growl, not taking your eyes off Micah for a second. The man just feels his cheek... before laughing in disbelief.

"Oh, sweetheart... getting all feisty over a bit of affection, eh?" Micah laughs before his mood begins to sour. "I bet you'd let him do that to you though, huh?"

"My preference means nothing in this scenario! You watch me while I sleep and do God knows what!" You accuse Micah sneering. "You have an obsession and won't leave me alone!"

"So it's a little passing fancy when you fawn over him but it's an obsession when I pay attention to you?" Micah growls, clearly frustrated you keep turning him down. "Darlin'... You drive me damn crazy."

"You are crazy!" You spit, making Micah chuckle.

"Crazy? Of course I am, sweetheart. Crazy enough to get rid of that fool, too." Micah grins, stalking closer. "I should just kill him, know that? Then you'd have you eyes on me...."

"I'd never love you...." You try to stay brave, but every move he makes puts you on edge.

"Oh, darlin'... I just love it when you play hard to get!" Micah purrs.

You attempt to pull your pistol on him, but Micah's quick to tackle you. You struggle with the man on top of you, Micah merely laughing in response.

"Sweetheart I'd enjoy this a lot more if we were in a more... intimate setting...." Micah teases, but it only makes you fight harder.

Eventually other camp members see the commotion and step in. Even the man you fancied tore Micah off you to pull you closer. You're shaking, tense, while your crush comforts you gently.

"Oh, look at you!" Micah spits, held back by one of the other men in the group. "You'll run into his arms because you love him, do ya!? Well, darlin'! He's NOTHING compared to me, honey!"

It isn't long before Micah is essentially silenced and dragged back away from you. You blankly watch as the man who has been watching your every move is put under watch by Dutch. Even with him out of the way for now...

You can't forget what he said, right?

Micah's admitted to watching you sleep... He even tried to force you into being with him... What if he continues...?

You cling to the man comforting you, trying your best to ignore the obvious problem...

Ignoring it won't make Micah go away... You tighten your hold quietly...

How will you sleep at night knowing he's just a few paces away?

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Gamble ❥ Micah Bell

 MICAH BELL X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ gambling ⋆ smoking ⋆ drinking ⋆ handjob ⋆ p in v ⋆ light choking ⋆ a lot of aggression ⋆ f! and m! orgasm ⋆

WC➻❥1389➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ it’s just you and Micah at the end of the poker game and you bet yourself. You win and Micah pays for the hotel room, where you have the roughest sex you’ve ever had

A/N ➻❥ I know it’s Micah Bell, but some people actually wanted a fic so I’m providing. I may have also slightly enjoyed this

Do Not Steal Or Translate My Work!

Shags

You sat at the table, waiting for the bet of the remaining gambler, Micah Bell. “Two bucks,” he tossed the cash into the pot. “Two bucks and if I win, well, you take me out.” Micah looked up at your bet, “take me out to that hotel in Valentine.” You pushed your money to the pot, your eyes watching Micah look you all over. “That’s a damn good bet woman,” his voice rasped.

You flipped the final card of the round, you looked back at your cards and held back a smile, a straight flush was in your hands. You looked up at Micah, waiting for him to reveal his hand. “Full house,” he laid the five cards out. Keeping a straight face you set down your cards, “straight flush.” You saw his eyes widen, “you a little cheater ain’t ya?” He looked back down at his cards, “are you upset that I won?” You fake pouted, you knew that Micah was begging to lose while playing. “Ready your horse woman.” He tilted back the final sips of his whiskey and left the table, going to Baylock.

You left camp shortly after Micah, trying not to raise suspicion for the other gang members1, not that they cared who had sex. You hitched your horse and entered the hotel, “how may I help you ma’am?” The hotel owner greeted you, “I’m meeting someone, should’ve rented a room from you not more than an hour ago.” You replied, “ah yes he’ll be upstairs, farthest room to your right.” The man cleared his throat and dismissed you as you went upstairs

You laid a gentle knock on the door, Micah opened it a crack before opening it to allow you in. “You’re serious about this?” Micah was surprised of all people, you wanted to sleep with him. “I’m here aren’t I?” You laugh, “damn right you are.” His eyes stare down your cleavage that you had begun exposing as you walked up the stairs.

Micah watched you as you moved, taking the singular wooden chair and moving it against the window, parallel to the fireplace that was blazing. “Sit,” you moved to the side of the chair, inviting him for your activities. Micah obliged, watching as you went to the door and locked it, then watched as you spun back and went towards him.

You looked down at the seated outlaw, your eyes staring with a certain dominance that Micah wasn’t used to. You lowered down, your legs spreading as your knees bent. Now you’re looking at him with a hint of submission, it made him all the more pleased to see a hint of prey in your eyes. You pulled the buckle of his gun belt loose, allowing yourself to the button of his pants. Micah lets you work, his attention going to the cigarettes in his pocket, which he pulled out and lit. His eyes shut as he began to inhale the tobacco and, as you finally exposed his hard cock. You sucked your cheeks for a moment to accumulate some spit, that you gently put into the palm of your hand. You wrapped your hand around Micah, allowing him to adjust to the sudden touch, you began to follow the length of his cock.

You looked up at him, his head was tilting back as you continued, the cigarette leaving his mouth as he blew out. You loved his vulnerability as you touched him, you never imagined him to be so as, he was so cruel and demented.

“Stop,” he crushed the cigarette ember with his fingers. “I don’t want just this.” You stood up as he did. He was quick to grab hold of you, his rough hands pulling you against him. His lips were anything but romantic, they were hungry and impatient. Micah wanted you, he wanted you bad. His hard cock was pressed against you as you both stumbled around the room, smashing against the dresser. You leaned yourself against it, your hands unsure of where to go, they tugged in his hair, his hat falling to the ground from your aggression. “I've been waitin’ to have you.” He mumbled against your lips before his tongue slipped into your mouth. His tongue explored and tasted you, his body grinding against you.

The room was hot, you were already sweating from his dominance and force. Micah was devouring your lips with his, he pulled back, panting. He began unbuttoning his shirt, which signaled to you to begin removing your own clothes. Thankfully you had worn a simple dress, which you quickly scrunched in your hands and pulled over your body, nothing underneath to protect you. Micah stared at your bare skin, a lustful smirk of his face, ready to have full control over you.

Micah left his shirt on, his stomach free. He grabbed hold of your hips, pulling you against him. His cock was itching and teasing your inner thigh as he kissed your jaw. He kept you against him as he pulled you to the bed, he pushed your shoulders, letting you fall down onto the bed. Your mouth tasted of the whiskey and cigarettes he had before this, before he was kissing down your body. He was ravenous, his tongue swirled around a nipple before he continued down.

Micah pulled himself up, hovering over you before he looked down. Looking down he aligned himself with you. You heard a light exhale come from Micah before his cock pushed into you. You couldn’t resist a moan as he pushed all the way in, making you two even closer together. You looked at Micah, his eyes had a stare, it was one he had when he felt in control. “You like that huh?” He tilted, smirking as he watched your expression.

“Mmmh,” you hummed as he thrusted. Micah was loud, groaning as he pushed in you, “damn you feel good.” He mumbled, a hand going to your right breast, gripping it hard. His thumb ran over and traced your nipple, watching you tense as the sensation.

Micah’s hand traveled up your body, slightly wrapping around your neck. He smirked at how preyful your eyes had become. His breath was hot with tobacco and rugged with whiskey, breathing against your neck as his pace increased. His thrusts; making you clash together, making moans escape you, making groans shoot out of him.

“You feel good, fuck.” His words crawl down you, your body beginning to tense as your orgasm was almost to its peak. A leg was slung over his shoulder, the skin rubbing against his shirt. The bed was shifting and scratching the floor, it was no secret what you two were doing. Your skin smacked each other, adding to the sound of the room that was beginning to overflow with sounds.

“God!” You practically screamed as his tip hit the “itch.” He let out a low laugh and continued to thrust in the direction, making you scream out each time he hit it. As Micah’s own climax rose, the grip around your throat tightened. It felt oddly pleasant, his hand releasing just before it truly began cutting air flow.

Your own climax followed behind by the sudden fulfillment of his cum. Your body relaxed from its tense state, you were loudly panting for air. Micah let your leg fall off him, he was just on top of you, in the same state. “God damn, woman.” He whispered, “you do that better than I had thought.” Micah was no longer denying his past of dirty thoughts of you, not that it had even bothered you at this point.

“Get dressed,” he pulled out his cock, which was still throbbing. “I’ll stay here tonight, you go back to camp.” Micah began to button his shirt as you sat up, “don’t want them knowing I did this.” You were surprised he was embarrassed this happened but you didn’t give it much thought. You grabbed your dress and pulled it over yourself, supporting your weak body against the dresser.

You left the general store, a pack of cigarettes and matches in hand. You mounted your horse and began to Horseshoe Overlook, a newly lit cigarette in your mouth, Micah on your mind.

“Where have you been?” Mary-Beth came up to you as you got off your horse, “I was out.”

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the devil is real and he’s a besotted outlaw - micah bell x female reader

summary: Micah bell can be a twisted man, and you’re complacent in his actions.

word count: 1.7k

content warning: micah bell, LOL. micah uses a gun to get reader off, p in v, raw sex, creampie, f and m orgasm. use of degrading words. Karen slander (just for the plot I swear I love her.)

At this time in the evening, generally everyone around camp had retired to their tents, the sun had set many hours ago. But the orange hue from the fire burning around the empty campfire still flicks embers into the sky, you watch them disappear.

Your boyfriend had been stoking the fire every so often before tossing the stick with his usual carelessness beside the seat he had leaned backward in to find a comfortable position. As comfortable as he could with you sitting on his lap, cradling the warm metal mug in your cold palms, sipping occasionally.

“Shouldn’t be drinkin’ that right before bed,” he chastises softly, but there's no real scolding behind his words.

“It don't seem like you're gonna head to bed anytime soon.”

Not now that he’d picked up one of his twin revolvers. The custom piece featured a unique dark grey steel frame, one that had been polished only the evening prior. The grip was also custom created, black skulls engraved and delicately painted contrast against the red grip.

He pours some gun oil onto a cloth, and wraps his arms around your hips to your front as he begins his chore of cleaning the weapon, movements precise and meticulous. After a few moments, he feels a strain in his neck trying to gaze over you, so he simply rests his chin on your shoulder, stopping the task for but a moment to press a delicate kiss to the exposed skin.

A small hum escapes you, and he gets back to his task at hand. One thing you liked about him, he didn’t favour small talk, he preferred these moments of tranquility with you where there were no peering eyes and stout whispers.

When you finish your cup of coffee, your attempt to stand was intercepted by Micah’s hands gripping onto your hips. “Where do you think you're going? Weren't you stayin’ up with me?”

“I am, just going to Pearson’s wagon to clean my mug and I’ll be back.”

You let out a noise of surprise when he pulls you back down onto his lap, taking the mug out of your much smaller hands to set it carefully on the ground beside him. It was sweet, seeing how he cared for your things with a delicacy that he held private for the things most important to him.

“Ain’t goin’ nowhere without me, an’ I ain't ready to get up yet.” His tone is quiet, but you know better than to disobey what he asks when it's not reasonable. The mug could just be cleaned later on.

A small yawn escapes you, regardless of the mug of caffeine you’d finished moments before, and Micah sets aside his guns at the noise. “Tired?” The soft murmur against your skin created a demand for goosebumps on your neck. Coarse hairs of his moustache tickle your neck as he begins to kiss the raised skin.

“Partially,” you reply in a quiet murmur.

“Well, I best wake you up, hm?” Pulling away from your neck, all of your attention is now drawn to his large hands on the skirt of your dress as he bunches it at your waist to expose your legs underneath. “Now ain’t that a sight?”

“Micah–” a soft protesting whine is about to deny him, and he interrupts.

His hands trail upward, making you forget what you were about to scold him for, fingers trailing up your thighs over the sheer material of those pretty drawers you always wore. His thick digits were moving the piece to the side delicately to get where he wanted without much resistance from you, to his delight.

“Christ, girl, ain’t fair keeping this all to yourself.”

A protestful noise escapes your throat when his hands pull away from your need, causing you to rut your hips in search of his thick fingers. “Tsk, so impatient,” he chastises.

But it's not his hand that returns to caress your swollen clit, it's cold, and you flinch backwards against his chest. When you look down to see what it was that he was using on you–a part of you stills, perhaps in curiosity, fear or need. You weren’t entirely sure what you felt.

Before you could say anything he runs the already oiled up clean gun against your sensitive nub, causing your back to arch further, head resting on his shoulder behind you. “Oh.. Micah..” you trail off, unable to deny the pleasure from the crude act. “This.. is so twisted.”

His chuckle is deep and causes another demand of goosebumps to rise against your hot skin, rubbing the sleek barrel of his revolver agasint your clitorus at an agonisingly slow pace. “I don’t see you pulling away from it, girl.”

The sensation is incredible, ending up in you resorting to seeking more friction by rutting against the weapon sloppily, the increased pace makes your thighs tremble against his own. “Seems like my desperate girl is just as twisted as I supposedly am.”

Unable to control yourself, selfishly ravishing his weapon for your own sake, the orgasm you experience has you crying out softly into the still air of the evening, a smirk plastered on Micah’s face as you tremble against him. Your hips finally still from your greedy seeking ruts.

Micah partially lifts you off his lap, unzipping his cream coloured jeans before lowering you back down onto his hard cock. Your hole was perfect, the kind of pleasure that a man would seek salvation in. His hands are guiding you in a repetitive motion, a low groan coming from Micah that only allows his cock to slide easier into you.

“Micah..” there's not much more you can think to utter other than his name. Completely unable to make any sense after that absurd orgasm he caused moments before.

There's one thing about him, his impatience, the need for you. In his greed, he tires of slowly guiding you down onto him, and prospers to drill into you harshly as he raises his hips to thrust into you. No coherent words leave your lips, merely the strangled sounds of pleasure as you struggle to catch your breath against his cock pummelling into you. Hands sliding underneath the bodice of your gown to grasp roughly onto one of your breasts.

With a few harsh and desperate deep, sloppy thrusts he is spilling into you, pulling you closer to him as he bites down into your neck. His breathing is uneven and hot against your shoulder, giving your breast one last squeeze he removes his hand, and a wince of overstimulation he pulls his cock out of you.

Offering one of his hands, he helps you to stand, fixing your dress and helping smooth it out at the bodice. You're still in a daze, confused and your entire body feeling the aftermath of the explosive intimate encounter.

You didn't say anything as Micah led you to his tent, a hand resting on your lower back to guide you, but you didn't need to. “You did good, girl. Real good.” At his praise, your skin warms, flushing with your entire body at the sweet sentiment.

Of course you're having troubles the next morning, because why did you think that no one heard your performance with Micah last night? Karen is the only one with enough gall to confront you, the look of pure disgust she gave you, and the way she tried to stand over you like she was trying to intimidate you. “You’re disgusting, Micah of all people. You must really be some desperate kind of whore.”

This infuriates you, they didn't know micah like you did, how sweet and consolable and caring he really could be. “No, I guess you don't understand, do you? You’re being sour toward me because you know no man wants you at all!”

The blonde woman saunters closer to you, with a tone of threat. “What did you just say?”

Micah hears the commotion and intercepts, changing his course as he starts walking towards the scene.

“Oh look, it's the sack of shit himself.” Karen gestures towards Micah and you sneer at her.

You’re quick to lash back to defend Micah. “Get back on the bottle, you miserable cow.”

Things are heating up between the two of you, Micah standing tall beside you.

“Back off you drunken wench,” Micah snarls, finally stepping in front of you.

But Karen does not allow this to deter her rampage directed at you, looking past Micah to spit drunken insults. “I mean seriously, sleeping with Micah Bell? You’re making a damn fool of yourself. Micah is the last person you should trust. He’s no better off than the devil, you’d do best to stay away if you had any mind!”

“I didn't ask for your goddamn opinion, now shut the hell up!”

“You stupid little girl,” she spits, pointing a finger at you. “You think you're safe with the likes of him?”

But this had gone on long enough and Micah had finally had enough of Karen and her drunken tirade against you. “Enough outta you.” Glowering down at Karen, “say another word that insults her, and I promise I’ll make use outta that gun I cleaned last night, y’hear me?”

“Now back off.” He threatens, standing tall in front of you, creating a barrier between the women as he protects you from any further in slew of insults.

Finally, karen gets the message, albeit muttering as she walks away from the scene she had created.

“You alright? She didn't touch ya, did she?” He murmurs softly as he glances at you, inspecting you to make sure you are unharmed.

“I’m fine. I.. I mean I’m not hurt.” You correct yourself.

He grips onto your chin softly. “Don’t listen to her nonsense, y’hear me? I ain’t about t’let her get in your head.” A frown forms on his face at your silence. “It don't matter what she, or any other folk think about us. You trust me, don’cha?”

“Course I trust you,” you utter in promise.

“Good.” His murmur is soft, meant for only your ears. As is his gentle caress as he runs his thumb over your cheek, his frown fading into a more neutral expression. “Then don't you pay no mind to what folk say about me, especially when it comes to my involvement with you. They don't know the first damn thing about me, none of ‘em.”

His words sink in, and a crack of a smile finally reaches your lips, to which his expression mirrors your own. “There's my pretty girl.”

Yeah, it was worth it.

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REQUEST 1/13 MUHAHAHAHA

Micah Bell with the prompts "Hit me. You'll feel better.", "Please, make me bleed.", "Take out all your anger on me; as long as I get your attention, I don't care!" By l0s3r95

I have trouble counting bullet points

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Oh, I see, Micah with a disturbing craving for pain. I get it.

Prompts Here

Yandere! Micah Bell Prompts

"Hit me. You'll feel better."

"Please, make me bleed."

"Take out all your anger on me; as long as I get your attention, I don't care!"

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Sadism, Masochism, Blood, Violence, Stalking, Harassment, Obviously toxic behaviors, Dubious yet forced 'relationship'.

Micah loves it when you hurt him.

It's hard to describe why for him... yet he finds himself craving it. However, he doesn't let just anyone hurt him. If anyone else attacked him, he may just slit their throat.

But a pretty thing like you...?

He yearns for it.

Originally, Micah just loved making you mad. He loves making everyone mad with his presence. You just happened to be his favorite person to toy with.

It started with crude remarks and teasing. He'd compliment your appearance and you'd tell him off. It was a fun game to him... seeing you get all red, both out of being flustered and mad.

He just enjoyed the attention you gave him.

You two would argue frequently. Since you two met you'd be at each other's throats. Even the rest of the gang knew you two hated one another.

Or, at the very least, you hated Micah.

Micah, on the other hand, had his own twisted adoration for you. He was obsessed with every little reaction you gave him. It didn't matter if you wanted him dead and were plotting ways to gut him.

He likes that you hate him so passionately.

This addiction was bad enough. You knew no peace around Micah. The man would hunt you relentlessly.

However, soon you were starting to have enough.

One night in the middle of camp, Micah became too much for you. He was getting too touchy, too... affectionate for your liking. Micah felt he could get away with touching your sides... your hips... your che—

You had decked that man so hard it's a miracle he didn't break his neck.

The whole camp heard it. Micah nearly fell over, blood soon dripping down from his nose and mouth. He spits... the ground tinting a slight red.

Many expected Micah to be... angry. Part of him was. However... He just grinned... as if what you did was amusing.

He left you alone after... momentarily.

It wasn't long before Micah continued his efforts to mess with you. In fact, it probably even got worse. It was like he was goading you into hitting him.

The last time you did... You swore you heard the man moan.

Since then you've been trying to ignore the man. It was best, in your eyes, to deprive him of attention. For a long time... You thought it worked.

Yet Micah always managed to surprise you.

"Come on, sweetheart... Pay attention to me...." Micah purrs, moving to corner you. You had left camp to look for leads on potential robberies... Only for Micah to seek you out.

You had managed to set up camp to rest before heading out again... Only for Micah to announce his presence.

"Micah, I will punch your damn lights out so help me—!" You growl, only for Micah to look... eager.

"Take out all your anger on me; as long as I get your attention, I don't care!" Micah chuckles, moving closer to you. He's like a predator... goading you into fighting back.

"You're a sick man—!" You yell, only for Micah to tackle you.

"Indeed I am, darlin'~ Show me what you do to 'sick men'...." Micah drawls, seeming more into this than you thought. "Please, make me bleed...."

You didn't want to give into his games. You really didn't. Yet, once you were tackled by him... You had no choice but to defend yourself.

You hit him once. Then you hit him again.... You find yourself hitting him in an attempt to get him off you.

Micah just laughs... even moans when you hit a certain spot on his body....

"That's it..." He praises, which only serves to disgust you more. "Hit me. You'll feel better. I know I certainly do...."

You hit him and he presses into you. You feel him straddle you with a sick grin. You... unfortunately feel how much he enjoys you being rough with him....

It frightens you, adrenaline kicking in quickly.

It isn't long before you draw blood. He's bruised, battered, bleeding. Your breathing is ragged as you shake. You soon manage to get Micah off you. You hear him groan...

But you can't tell if it's out of pain or pleasure....

He says nothing on the ground. He just stays limp... but not dead. Part of you wishes you could just put a gun to his head... to ask him how that feels.

You want a bullet in his head.

Unfortunately, Dutch finds Micah useful. As much as you hate the man, you can't kill him. For now... you'll just leave him here.

You waste no time getting on your horse, encouraging the horse to ride away from your abandoned camp as you aim for the next town. Part of you hopes he just dies choking on his own blood...

But you know he won't... He wouldn't die like that... You know you'll have to deal with him again...

You'll put up with him the best you can until he loses his usefulness...

Then you plan to be the one who kills him... so quick he won't have a chance to enjoy it.

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yandere Arthur vs micah concept!!

I remember you talking about it :3

I STILL haven't completed RDR2 so I'm sorry if I got something wrong! (I got distracted by like fifteen other games, oops....) I can't write Arthur for the live of me as an intense yandere... Micah overshadowed him in this :')

Yandere! Arthur Morgan vs Micah Bell

(Mostly High Honor! Arthur)

Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior (Arthur), Possessive behavior (Micah), Violence, Blood, Murder, Jealousy, Kidnapping, Dubious (Arthur)/Forced (Micah) relationship.

Based on what I've read about the dynamic between these two, it isn't just animosity.

The two never get along, yes... but there's more to it than that.

Arthur doesn't feel right around a man like Micah.

Yet Arthur trusts Micah to a degree due to Dutch.

Micah, however, is implied to not like Arthur due to jealousy and/or fear.

Micah knows people like Hosea or Arthur are a danger if he wants to keep Dutch's trust.

Micah wants to be the one Dutch trusts... Which he knows he can get once Dutch's mind declines along with Arthur's health.

If we go with the theory that Micah is already jealous of Arthur, making this a yandere rivalry is just going to make things worse.

There's many different reasons why you'd prefer Arthur.

Sure, he's not the best man, but if we're talking High Honor... He's much better than Micah.

So not only does Arthur have trust with Dutch... but Micah would also be irritated that he has your attention, too.

Micah is a man who follows personal desires.

When he met you, he's no doubt his usual crude self.

He's flirty and touchy, acting like you're a piece of meat to take more than an actual person.

He's a filthy man and he knows it.

Yet before he can have you, Arthur gains your attention.

Maybe your situation was a similar one to Sadie?

You had nowhere to go, you're alone and scared...

Only for Micah to essentially harass and scare you more.

Arthur's the one that's kind to you, treating you like a human being as he reassures you that you'll be taken care of.

Micah's no doubt miffed this entire rivalry.

Arthur always gets what he wants...

Including a pretty little thing like you....

This is another rivalry where one person is defensive and the other one is trying to steal you.

Arthur's naturally a protective yandere, even when romantic (High Honor, at least.)

He knows you've been through a lot like most of the group... So he wants to help make things better.

Arthur wants you to trust him... and maybe even allow him to love you soon.

He's protective to the point he doesn't trust you alone without him... Which would be a red flag in most situations.

This one...? I mean... You can probably excuse it?

I only say this because Micah is INFINITELY worse than Arthur in this.

We all know Micah is a nasty man.

Micah's yandere type is possessive and demanding.

He wants you to pay attention exclusively to him no matter how disgusting you think he is.

They can both be controlling men but for very different reasons.

It's a case where one yandere makes the other one look almost normal.

Which, considering how I write High Honor Arthur, he's usually tame anyways.

He's just... suffocating.

Arthur still treats you like a gentleman.

His flirting is soft and he seems to actually care about how you feel.

He never touches you without permission either.

Arthur kills, yes, but what man doesn't in an outlaw gang?

Except his reasoning is less out of jealousy... and more out of paranoia or just to protect you.

High Honor Arthur tends to hold back on killing unless it's deserved.

Arthur is more of a yandere who rarely gives you autonomy, he's that kind of toxic.

Then there's Micah who is much more rough and cruel.

We've seen in game that Micah just kills because he feels like it at times.

He's crude and is only playing nice around Arthur because of Dutch.

Oh, but if Arthur lets you out of his sight... or shows any sign of weakness...

Micah's going to step in to take you, even if it means putting a bullet in the cowpoke.

You see, Micah preys on weakness.

He knows Arthur is the one you're closest to... but let's see how much you want to stay with him when he can't protect you anymore.

Micah would definitely play the waiting game in this rivalry.

When he starts noticing Arthur getting distracted or starts succumbing to his Tuberculosis... Micah's going to step in.

Sure, you hate Micah, but he comes in bringing up the fact that you'll be all alone when Arthur kicks the bucket.

Best you let a man like Micah look after you... a man who isn't afraid to pull the trigger.

Micah's even cruel when Arthur's weak.

Arthur still loves, he knows he can't be as affectionate as he wants...

But he refuses to let Micah have you.

It would not surprise me if Micah eventually fought Arthur when he was at his weakest (Iirc that does happen in canon....).

The rat has no issues shooting or strangling Arthur when the stronger man can't fight no more.

It's all about you... Arthur's no use anyways, right?

I have a feeling you'd end up with Micah until he dies due to Arthur's canon end...

But who knows... Maybe Arthur will get a shot off on Micah... Maybe they'll both die or at the very least Micah's crippled?

Arthur as high honor is not a very intense yandere in this rivalry.

He's merely trying to protect you while Micah bides his time to snatch you, like it or not.

However... Low Honor Arthur?

I feel like it's much more intense and Micah may even be intimidated.

You wouldn't want to be involved with either of them, they're both pretty bad and just as murderous.

Micah has to plan more to get your attention because Arthur may just shoot him in the face.

Both of them are possessive in this.

I can even see Micah trying to kidnap you in either scenario.

Both versions of Arthur may just shoot him if he tried.

But Low Honor is worse since Arthur just... doesn't care what happens to Micah if the man touches you.

Ain't no one touching what belongs to Arthur.

So Micah will stay away if Arthur is Low Honor more often... Until he's weak.

In that case, Micah strikes again, and Arthur dies.

It's all very tense... But the outcome is either Micah winning or you being free of both of them.

Which, with Low Honor, is the best option.

If Micah won... You'd be stuck with him until John kills him.

So, essentially, the rivalry is a stalemate until Arthur deals with TB...

Don't get me wrong though, Arthur will put up a fight.

Be that to protect you or selfish desires... Arthur won't just roll over and give you up.

Even as the gang breaks up, these two are going to have a final showdown eventually...

If you're lucky, Arthur may cripple Micah enough for you to shoot him and free yourself.

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Late Night Swim - Micah Bell x Reader

Plot - After a busy day of scouting and stealing, you and Micah head into the lake for a late night swim.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Skinny dipping but no smut

Divider by @roseraris !!

You let out an exhausted groan as you dismount your horse beside Baylock. Micah chuckles "You sure you wanna stay out with the men instead of staying with the women in camp?" he asks, lighting a cigarette and putting it in between his mouth.

"Yes, I'm 100% sure" you tell him, taking a whiff of the cigarette as he handed it to you. You let out a cough as you inhaled the smoke "Ugh, how do you do that?" you ask him, handing it back to him. Micah smirks "If you can't handle a cigar how can you handle getting shot at everyday?" you rolled my eyes "You saw me back there with that homestead." you told him "I think I did fine."

As the both of you walked into camp you noticed everyone, except for Kieran and Pearson were either in their tents or sleeping.

"Wow, it's late" you said, looking up at the sky "Well, duh, we were out since early this morning" Micah told you, sarcasm lacing his tone.

"I know, but I didn't realize we would be out this late" you told him. you smelt the air and turned to Micah "Geez, Micah, when was the last time you bathed?" you asked "You smell" Micah smirked and pulled you into a hug "Micah!" you laughed, trying to get out of his grasp but he wouldn't let go.

"How bad do I smell?" he asked, a sense of humor in his voice "Awful!" you laughed, he started tickling you and you let out a shriek of laughter "Micah! Stop it!" he didn't stop and you didn't stop laughing.

"Hey!" you heard Arthur yell from inside his tent "Some of us are trying to sleep!" Micah stopped tickling you but let out a growl of annoyance "Sorry Arthur!" you yelled back to him.

"But seriously" you say to Micah, grabbing his hand and leading him to the lake. "You need to bathe" Micah wraps his hands around your waist and starts kissing your neck, his facial hair scratching it "I will if you join me." you smile and shrug "Fine, fine, come on you stinky man."

You stripped all my clothes off and made your way towards the lake. The water was warm and you sunk down into it and let out a content sigh. You heard the water shift as Micah followed you. You turned around and couldn't see him, confused, you looked around "Micah?" you asked and when he didn't answer you called out again.

"Micah!"

You shrieked when you felt something pick you up and slam you into the water. You gasped and swam up "Micah!" you yelled, annoyed "That was not funny! You scared me!" Micah let out a howl of laughter "It was pretty funny to me doll face." you let out a huff of annoyance "Aw, come on doll, it was a joke" he said, swimming to you. You sighed, it was hard staying mad at him.

"Yeah, yeah, just don't do it again" you tell him, wrapping your arms around his shoulder. He pulled you into a rough, sloppy kiss "No promises."

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More nsfw headcanons because I can

Warning: NSFW, choking?, bondage, pinning, power play, crying, marks?, knife play, temperature play, drunk sex, humiliation, hair pulling, idk what else

Characters

Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Dutch Van Der Linde, Charles Smith, Javier Escuella, Sean MacGuire, Lenny Summers, Kieran Duffy, Micah Bell, Eagle flies

Send in requests if you want to see specific characters or if you want me to add characters to the list !

Arthur Morgan

He has a thing for shoving his fingers on your mouth. It’s like a good way to rile him up. If you kiss his fingers and slowly put one in your mouth he watches you in awe.

Insists he doesn’t want you to go down on him but when you do he lets out the most animalistic moans and says the dirtiest shit ever

Whenever you moan sometimes he’ll respond with “yeah?” In the most seductive voice

He likes when you wear his clothing while you ride. Like wearing his signature blue shirt or his cowboy hat??? Drives him absolutely wild

Sometimes he tries to humor you by being submissive but after a while he takes control and uses your own words against you. He’s a huge tease about it

John Marston

Cannot stay still for the life of him. If you tie his hands down he’s using his hips. He refuses to stay still and it becomes a yoi problem once he’s free

He grabs everything. Thighs, ass, chest, sheets. He always has a handful of something whenever y’all are fucking.

Whenever he’s in control he likes to copy your moans and cries. He’ll be like “yeah? Yeah? What ya screaming my name for?” While he pounds into you

He’s the worst at serious sex. He always says something weird or awkward during it like “you want the marston special?” And if you bring it up he’ll be so bratty about it

Likes to pin you down. Even if he’s not being rough. He’ll hold your hips down or hands down while he kisses your neck.

Dutch Van Der Linde

He draws out everything. Like he’ll sit between your legs running a finger up and down your thighs while you beg and he’ll just whisper dirty things in your ear

kinda likes when you disobey him and he gets to spank you to make you “good” it riles him up so much

Sometimes he doesn’t do any work and he’ll just make you sit on his lap and ride him. Like he touches you but he won’t move his hips because he likes how desperate you get for him to take over.

Eye contact is a must. He’ll place soft bites on your wrist and ankles while making eye contact the whole time.

He likes to make you cry. Not the type of crying from when he’s mean but he likes when you get so overstimulated you cry.

Charles Smith

Loves to be the one to undress you. If you’re taking of your shirt he’s hands are quick to replace it and he insist he does it instead.

He cannot do quickies. He has to have you for over an hour and he makes sure it’s worth it.

Absolutely worships you. He can spend an hour just kissing you. It’s the worst and the best at the same time.

He likes when you leave marks on him. Like scratch marks, indents from your nails, bite marks, hickeys. It makes him feel so proud and he can’t take his mind off you when he sees them.

Likes to indulge in your kinks. he’s probably not the kinkiest but if you ask him to try out something he’s willing to and he usually does his best.

Javier Escuella

He likes to tell you what to do. He’ll tell you to flip over or to spread your legs and every time you obey him he gets even more turned on.

Loves to tease. He’ll tease you for hours, gently rubbing your thighs while you sit by the campfire, letting you sit in his lap while he lets you feel him harden under you, roughly grabs your hips while he slides behind you

Even though he likes to tell you what to do he loves when you tell him where to cum. He gets so eager.

He loves to stay in you after he finishes. Even if you asked him to finish somewhere else he’ll push himself back into you just to feel you.

Idk why I feel like he’s into temperature play. Like letting his knife get warm over a candle and then dragging the flat side over your skin.

Sean MacGuire

If you initiate intimacy he’s crumbling. He has the most active sex drive ever. Seeing you exist is a turn on for him so if you initiate it hes drooling over you.

Once he spilt his drink on you while y’all snuck off to have a quickie at a bar and now he’s addicted to drinking whiskey off of your skin.

He’s either real slow with foreplay, spreading your legs and putting you on full display for him or he’s super eager, bitting and pulling your clothes off.

He whines when y’all fuck but he refuses to admit that. He always says he groans like a man but in the moment he whimpers and whines in your ear.

Sometimes when he’s too excited he cums too fast and continues like it never happened. Like he’ll take a moment to catch his breath and then he’s back at it.

Lenny Summers

It’s rare he’s rough but sometimes he’s asks if he can “let loose” with you and it’s rough. His hands are gripping onto you and he’s just growling and grunting

Constantly pushes your hair out of your face to see you because he likes seeing your reactions. It gives him a huge confidence boost.

He likes for sex to be slow and sensual to make it more intimate but sometimes he gets too into it and he’ll press gentle kisses to the shell of your ear while he says stuff like “I promise next time I’ll be gentle”

His favorite position is missionary. It’s nearly impossible for him to stay in any other for long. Y’all can start with like cowgirl or doggy but as soon as he gets into it he flips you into missionary.

Sometimes he’ll beg but he always begs for something you’re already doing or he’ll just beg for you not to stop.

Kieran Duffy

His chest is so sensitive. If you even place your hands on his chest to brace yourself or just to pat his chest casually he’s holding back a whimper.

Gets so embarrassed when he’s turned on he doesn’t try to initiate it like others do he just slowly grinds himself against you.

He loves to bite the back of your neck when he’s behind you. He’ll slide his arms over your chest or waist and kinda nuzzle himself against your neck and just slowly bite your neck

Sometimes he doesn’t even take his pants off completely he’s so eager to have you. Like he’s able to pull himself out of his pants but they’re barely half way down his thighs (you usually have to take them all the way off)

He can barely make out anything when y’all are intimate. He’s just a whining mess. If he even gets anything out it’s probably him begging for something

Micah Bell

He LOVES embarrassing you. Like he’ll cover you in hickeys or not properly clean you up and make you walk around camp.

He makes you give him head while he’s busy. He likes the idea of you being a personal toy for him.

Doesn’t like when you’re automatically submissive. He thinks it takes all the fun out of it. He likes when you try to act all bratty.

He’s probably the most rough out of everyone but he doesn’t have an occasional gentle streak that he uses as a “treat” for you.

He gets too jealous sometimes so he asks you questions and makes you yell out his name like “so who’s fucking you like this tonight, whore? Me or him?”

Eagle Flies

Loves when his hair is pulled. It drives him crazy. the smallest tug makes him moan so loud.

No matter what position he needs to be close to you. His hands need to be on you and he needs to be able to kiss you, anywhere

He will say the most forward shit out of nowhere. Like he’ll have you in the most obscene position and he’ll say something like “wanna marry you one day.�� Out of the blue

He whimpers when he’s about to finish. He’s not ashamed about it either.

Sex is one of his favorite ways to relieve stress but he makes sure you also feel good so he gives the best aftercare afterwards so you know he’s truly grateful

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Bitter Sweet Goodbye - RDR2 - You Die In Their Arms

Imagine you, as their lover, die in their arms (Fem!Reader)

Characters: Arthur, Charles, Micah, Dutch, Hosea 

Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence and character death, mentions of Chapter 4, use of Y/N and L/N

If anyone has any writing requests or want to see any other characters/scenarios please let me know! :D If you rather read it on AO3 it can be found here! ______

Arthur

This couldn’t be happening. Arthur would have laughed at the absurdity of it, really. If he weren’t so choked up by the gnawing realization that you weren’t going to make it. Micah had insisted on pulling another O’Driscoll bust. Stealing the mother-load from a bank transport wagon the rival gang had their eye on. “C’mon Arthur. After what they did to you and Kieran? They deserve it.” He coerced you both into it. “And Y/N is a quick shot. In and out, easy job.”

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no bad things had happened then

requested by anonymous

read the first part here (not necessary to understand this one but theyre loosely connected!)

Pairing: 10k x reader

Summary: an apocalypse wedding! (aka doc officiates, murphy cries, and everyone is happy)

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: blood/violence mention

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Holding a wedding during the apocalypse is surprisingly easy to put together if you let go of all pre-conceived expectations about what a wedding should be. There is no beautiful venue or a mass of guests or catered meals, no brand new dresses and tuxedos, no formalities of any kind.

Doc and Addy do most of the planning, and direct the others around for a whole week, cleaning out the business center of the motel you’ve commandeered and spending hours in the room constructing a venue fit for a zombie apocalypse wedding. Admittedly, the majority of the work rests in clearing the space of years worth of blood and bodies and debris.

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Quiet Whisper

10k x Reader

*Requested*

The group had set up camp on the side of the road because of the darkness that overcame the sky. It was a cold night and no one wanted to keep walking so Warren called for everyone to set up camp and get a fire going. 

It was after dinner and there were people scattered all over the makeshift camp. You were leaning back against a tree and 10k had his head against your chest, breathing softly. 

You had spent so long moving and now that the adrenaline was gone from your system you were feeling fidgety. 10k’s hair brushed against your neck and instantly your hands went to his hair. You carded your fingers through his hair and then lightly scratched your nails against his scalp. 

10k sighed in content, snuggling his head against your chest and wrapping his arms around your waist. He could feel the group staring at you two. His reaction was to turn his face so it was away from the group and so they couldn’t see the blush spreading. 

You looked at the group and saw them all smiling at you. You raised your finger in a ‘shhh’ motion but smiled with the group, looking down at 10k. You worked your fingers through his hair, rubbing behind his ear, before leaning down and whispering a quiet “I love you.” 

You could see 10k turn redder before he leaned up and pressed his lips against your ear so he could quietly whisper “I love you too.”

A/N: Okay! I hope this is good! It’s kinda short but I hope that’s okay! Thank you for requesting!

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powerful ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 1465

request?: yes!

@sweetheartreader27​ “Um Hi can I request 10k x female reader, they are together, when the group found out that the reader is a nine tailed fox because the reader unleash her power to kill the Z’s around them, they found a shelter to stay for a while and she start to distance herself to them and to 10k,she saw 10k laying at the ground, she was about to leave but 10k just grab her arm and pulled her till until she was sitting at 10k’s lap, the reader just look down and then she look up, 10k got this chance to kiss her and she kissed back they confess to each other and somehow 10k bury himself at the Reader’s big soft boobs as a pillow while his arms around her waist, he looked up to the reader, she blushed at the sec but smiled and start to play with his hair, telling sweet compliments to each other and then the group just smirk and leave the lovers alone, please 👉👈💖💖 Gomen if my English is sooo awful and I really really really love your works it’s so awesome!💖 More love comes to your work senpai!”

description: in which she unleashes the powers no one knew she had, and she feels as though she has to leave to keep everyone safe

pairing: 10k x female!readers

warnings: swearing

masterlist

The whole thing was a blur. The last thing I remembered was the warm of Zs. There were too many for us to fight and they were advancing quickly. We were sure this was the end, but we weren’t going down without a fight.

That’s when I blacked out. I came to what I assumed was a few moments later, except the sea of Zs were now completely wiped out. Everyone was looking at me in shock.

“What the fuck was that?” Murphy asked.

My body was aching and I could feel sweat forming on my brow. I lowed my head to try and hide the fear I was definitely showing on my face. I hadn’t meant for them to find out this way…or at all really.

“Let’s get out of here before another herd finds us,” Warren decided. “(Y/N), can you walk?”

“You want to take her with us after what she did?!” Murphy asked in shock.

“Shut it Murphy!” Warren snapped. “10k, help her up.”

10k appeared at my side in near seconds. He carefully wrapped an arm around my waist and put one of my arms around his shoulders. He helped guide me for a while before I felt okay enough to walk. It didn’t take long for us to find a place to take shelter for the night.

I set up my sleeping spot a fair ways away from everyone. I could see the looks they were still giving me, and I could tell they were feeling uncomfortable around me.

This was the last way I wanted them to find out about me, although I wasn’t sure how else I expected them to find out. I always knew that when I was in too much danger or under duress that my powers were uncontrollable.

I was what was known as a Nine Tailed Fox. They were originally thought to be a myth, but it turns out it ran in my dad’s family for generations. According to dad, the oldest daughter of each generation had the powers of a Nine Tailed Fox. It skipped his generation because my grandparents only had three sons.

Bet you can guess which of them had a daughter first.

My powers were a blessing and a curse. During the zombie apocalypse it was definitely a blessing to be one of the most powerful beings in the world. However, after being brought into the group, the threat of unleashing my powers at the wrong time became a terrifying curse. I didn’t want the people I viewed as my family to fear me, but I was sure that’s how they were feeling in that moment.

I couldn’t sleep. Long after everyone else had called it a night, I was still tossing and turning. I didn’t want to dace everyone in the morning. I didn’t want to face them at all, and I’m sure they didn’t want to see me either.

They’re gonna be afraid of you. They should be afraid. You’re gonna get them killed.

No. No, I won’t, becaue I won’t be around for much longer.

I looked over to where everyone was sleeping to make sure no one would wake up. I quickly shoved my sleeping stuff into a bag and stood. I looked over at my friends one last time, silently wishing them a safe travel.

I hadn’t gotten very face when I heard someone following me. I tensed up and reached for my gun, expecting to be followed by a Z. I spun around and aimed my gun, ready to fire, to find it was just 10k.

“Jesus, 10k,” I breathed. “Warn a girl next time you sneak up on her, especially during the zombie apocalypse.”

“Where are you going?” he asked, his eyes flicking to my bag briefly.

I looked down at the ground and shuffled my feet awkwardly. “I’m leaving.”

“But why? Is it because of what happened today? (Y/N), no one cares about that. We just want to know what happened, we don’t think any different of you.”

“Speak for yourself,” I scoffed. “10k, I haven’t been treated normal since it happened. Everyone is keeping their distance and looking at me differently. They’re all on high alert, as if they’re afraid I’ll do it again. It’s better for all of us if I’m not around to potentially hurt you guys.”

“But you didn’t hurt anyone.”

“But what if I do?!” I turned away from him so he couldn’t see the flustered look on my face. “What if you guys aren’t as luck next time? What if you’re not as lucky? And how do you know I didn’t do that on purpose? That I’ve been hiding this secret from you guys just so I can strike at the right time and take Murphy?”

“I…I guess I don’t know. I just have to trust you.”

I shook my head, tears starting to form in my eyes. “I have to go, 10k. I can’t put anyone in danger anymore.”

He reached out and grabbed my arm, stopping me from going. “Please don’t.”

“I have to,” I repeated, trying to pull my arm away.

His grip tightened and he pulled me to look at him. “Then I’m going with you.”

“No you’re not,” I argued. “10k, let me go. This is for your own good.”

“How is it for my own good if you leaving is gonna hurt me more than your powers ever could?”

I tried to pull my arm away again, but 10k retaliated by pulling me towards him. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he took my face in his hands and started kissing me deeply.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know 10k had a bit of a crush on me. He was as easy to read as a kid’s pop up book, and not exactly the most subtle person. I always kept my distance because of my powers. I didn’t want to accidentally lash out with him too near and hurt him.

I wanted to push him away in that moment, but it was something I had wanted ever since I had first met 10k. To finally feel his lips against mine, especially knowing this may be the last time I would ever get this opportunity. I felt like I couldn’t go anywhere. I just wanted to be there with him, to kiss him forever, to be in his arms forever.

He pulled away from me first, taking my arms in his hands again and pulled me down till we were both sat on the ground - 10k with his back against a tree and me on his lap. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and rested his head on my chest, holding me as if he were afraid I’d disappear if he let me go.

“Please don’t go,” he whispered. “Or let me come with you if you do. As cliché as it is to say, I don’t want to be without you.”

“But what if I hurt you?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I know you won’t. I don’t know what you are, and it really doesn’t matter to me, but I know you’d never hurt anyone intentionally. Especially not one of us.”

I wrapped my arms around him and began running my hands through his hair. His grip would squeeze me every so often, as if making sure I was still there. I could feel him starting to lull in my arms. Without disrupting our position too much, I reached into my bag and pulled out my sleeping stuff, laying it on the ground beside us and guiding 10k to lay down. We remained in the same position, with him laying on top of me and his head on my chest.

“Get some sleep,” I told him. “I know you’re exhausted from being the look out the past few nights.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?”

I placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “Yeah, I will be.”

“Will you stay?”

I turned my head slightly to look back at where the others had set up camp. I know 10k said they didn’t care about what had happened, but I still wasn’t sure how much I believed him. Still, I knew they wouldn’t want me to leave. Murphy maybe, but no one ever listened to what Murphy wanted.

“I will,” I told him. “As long as you all want me to.”

He settled himself against me, effectively pinning me to the ground. “You can’t go anyways, you’ll just wake me if you do.”

I giggled and started playing with his hair again. “I promise I won’t leave, 10k. Go to sleep, I’ll keep a look out for a while.”

“Goodnight (Y/N).”

“Goodnight Tommy.”

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The Bathtub

10k x Reader 

Plot summary - You and 10k get split up from the rest of your group and have to take shelter in an abandoned apartment. 

Love Confessions, Soft, Fluff, They have to share a..bathtub?    words - 932

The plan had never been to split up from the rest of the group, which made the situation you found yourself all the more frustrating. You had dealt with hordes before, but the group had been exhausted and hungry, and it just so happened to be getting worryingly dark, so when a pack of zombies began running towards all of you in the middle of the street, you had all scattered without hesitation.

10k in a moment of panic, had grabbed your hand, leading both of you into the first building that looked “less zombie infested” than the rest, which just so had happened to be a decrepit apartment block, running up the many flights of stairs, you both threw yourselves into the first front door you saw.

After having barricaded yourself in with all the furniture you could find, you finally found a minute to catch your breath, as you pulled off your jacket which felt much heavier than when you had pulled it on that morning. In the corner of your eye you could see 10k walking around the apartment using a lighter as his only light source in the dark to look out of the windows and over any barren shelves still left on the walls, pacing over to the only door in the room, before gently nudging it open with his boot.

Walking over to stand by his side, you also investigated the other room, seeing it to be just a grimy bathroom. “We’d be better sleeping in here,” 10k piped up, looking back to you, moving his lighter between you to see your face.

Your first thoughts landed on the rest of your group, but outside it was now pitch black, and it would only prove more dangerous to make your way out to look for them. With a heavy breath you nodded, “yeah, we can sleep till’ sunrise and then go out and look for everybody.”

10k looked at you, seeming to sense your worry for the rest of your group he ran his hand up and down your arm, ���they’ll be okay, they probably did the exact same thing as us, plus you look exhausted.” You couldn’t help but nod once again, resisting the urge to yawn.

Walking over to the grubby bathtub in the corner in the room, 10k dropped his bags and gun beside it, before stepping into it, his boots squeaking against the porcelain. Closing the bathroom door, you looked back to him with a raised brow, “uh, what are you doing?”

Shrugging he answered nonchalantly, “more comfortable than the floor?” You couldn’t argue with him as you gazed over at the floor in the dark, almost wincing when you saw something crawling near your foot.

“What are you doing?” 10 asked this time, as you went to sit on the dirty tiles. “Lying down?” You retorted; eyes narrowed. Rubbing the back of his neck, 10 shook his head nervously, “You’ll get cold, you can sleep with m—I mean in here with me,” his eyes widened, “only if you want to, obviously!”

Despite a flutter in your stomach, you let out a soft laugh. “Okay, sure.” Standing back up, you awkwardly tried to climb in alongside him, the tight fit leaving practically no space between you.

Navigating your position carefully, you laid on your side facing away from the taller boy next to you. 10k also shuffled around behind you, causing you to look over your shoulder at him, he couldn’t seem to fit in a way that left room from his arms, unless he crossed them uncomfortably.

With a tired idea, you leaned up and took one of his arms, gently placing it under your waist, “is that okay?” you whispered. “Yeah—yeah that’s great.” He replied, finally seeming to slide down enough in the bathtub to lay down, carefully wrapping his other arm over you so that he was now completely embracing you.

Your face felt hot as you melted into his hold, overall, too tired to feel shy about it. Leaning back into him you could feel his head tilted, slightly rested against yours, all while his long legs were tangled in your own. “I need to tell you something,” you could hear 10 mumble into your hair.

“Hm?” You hummed in response. 10 shifted once again, “I like you, like, really like you.” This seemed to instantly wake you, sitting up and turning to face him, his own eyes wide, in what looked like fear, you muttered.

“Really?” His arm loosened slightly from your waist, as he once again rubbed the back of his neck, mumbling out a weak, “this probably wasn’t the best time to tell you, I just thou—” Cutting him off, you pressed your lips against his own, your hands cupping his face.

Frozen his eyes still opened, 10 eventually seemed to register what was happening as he kissed you back, holding you closer to him as his eyes slowly shut.

Out of breath, you both slowly parted. “I like you too,” a breathless chuckle passing your lips as you spoke. 10k joined in your chuckle as he smiled brightly back at you, “yeah I think I got that.”

This time when you laid back down 10k laid flat, as you rested your head on his chest, one hand on his neck, the other intertwined with his own. The next morning when you woke, you sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, looking over to your sleeping partner who had seemed to have never drop his smile all throughout the night.

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i see z nation in your fandoms... 👁 could i possibly request a 10k x reader in which the reader and 10k have a heart to heart about something or in general have a soft moment? thank you... 💕

thank you @dreepiez, the best ever, for the lovely ask 💕, and for being my best friend and knowing exactly what i felt like writing today. I’m so soft for this boy its not even FUNNY.

Eight months since the world had ended, roughly. All things considered, you’re in a pretty good place- definitely a better one than you’d been in on Day One. 

On Day One, you were absolutely alone in the middle of a national park near your home. You hadn’t known that the god damn zombie apocalypse was about to happen, so you were taking a walk- which wasn’t so unusual for little fifteen year old you. 

You’d been ambushed and chased by Z’s, and managed not to die, but walked away with an extremely broken ankle. 

And, that day, you’d met 10k. 

He was leaving the area late at night when he happened across you, in the truck he couldn’t quite drive. Well, an ally with a broken ankle is better than none at all when facing the zombie apocalypse. 

In the months following, you’d stuck together, becoming strong allies and close friends. You’d trust him with your life, and he you. You were the only person, in fact, who knew his real name. In the eight months since his father died, he hadn’t told a single other soul. 

You weren’t like anyone else. You were there since Day One, you’d never left his side. Even when the two of you were found by a survival group, you stuck together. It was the two of you against the world- no matter how many others offered help, neither of you would ever let your guard down far enough to be without the other. Or, rather, neither of you would ever let your guard down far enough to leave the other alone. 

You hated to admit it, but 10k was the only person that mattered to you. In the darkest of nights, when you laid in a bed that wasn’t yours and stared up at a ceiling so far from the home you’d grown up in, when you wondered if survival was worth it, thoughts of 10k would pull you through. No matter what you had to live through, you could never imagine leaving him alone. You’d stay alive, for him, for as long as you needed to. 

Maybe it was a little sad. You’d only known him for eight months, you really had nothing keeping you friends other than necessity; it’s not exactly like the two of you went to movies together. Still, he was the most important person in your life- the only important person. 

Your parents were gone, you didn’t know where. Your friends, from school, you didn’t even think about checking up on them before skipping town with 10k. There was no one left for you, other than him.

Still, you knew that no matter who you met, you’d always come back to him. It wasn’t like you didn’t get along- he was funny, and kind, and loyal, and, uh..

Well. You’re a teenager. And he looks like that. 

You’d never act on it, even though you know he feels the same. Every time he looked at you, chose to eat sitting next to you, wished you goodnight before passing out on a couch, you knew he felt the same. After all, he was a teenager too. He was easy to read.

It was unspoken, really, how much you cared for each other. Neither of you would never dare to bring it up, no matter how much you felt it. Instead, you just showed it, checking up on each other, keeping each other safe. You rarely even talked- with each other, that is. It was a silent companionship, affection obvious through the way you always sat beside each other, even when there was no reason to. 

It confused a lot of people at this safe camp, especially when you first arrived. Why are they always together, people would say amongst themselves, when they don’t even seem to like each other? 

Little did they know that all of your time alone together was worth far more than the time you spent together in the presence of others. 

Camp New World, as it was called among its survivors, was as safe a place as one could ask for. It was situated on the top of a mountain, right at its peak. In the time before day one, it had been owned by a single family, who built three homes on its peak as the generations passed. There was only one road up to the top, which made security from humans quite simple, and there were straight drop cliffs on all sides except for the road, which made security from Z’s easy enough. It was safe, and had been since the day it was made into a safe haven. 

Thanks to its position on the mountaintop, Camp New World had some spectacular views. And thanks to your age, you and 10k were very rarely sent on missions outside of camp, such things being given to adults rather than the two of you. 

And you did love going on adventures, you always had. The word had been well-soured by this eight month long, horrifying adventure, but sometimes you felt just a bit of that love when you sat back from the edge of the cliff and looked out across the valley. You could see to long-away mountains, turning blue with the horizon, and you could see roads crossing the fields that were once bustling highways. Looking out across a world that didn’t seem so much different than how it had been when you were fifteen, you always had just a little bit more to talk about. And with 10k sitting next to you, you always had someone to talk to. 

You glanced over your shoulder, making sure no one else was nearby the two of you. 

“It almost looks the way it used to,” you said, fixing your eyes on the silhouette of a town that must be miles away. 

“What do you mean?” 10k asked, turning his head slightly toward you, but not looking right at you. 

“All of it, out there,” you said, leaning back just a bit onto your hands. “If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t know anything was different. The homes are in ruins and the towns deserted and the people scared, but from up here...” you trailed off, giving a light shrug. “You can’t tell.” 

“But you do know better,” 10k said, and this made you look at him. He looked the way he often did- pulled away, reserved. But you knew him better than anyone wandering the earth, dead or otherwise. 

He was comfortable. He was at least happy to be sitting with you instead of splitting wood, as they often asked him to do. He was interested in what you were saying, even if what he brought to the conversation was a little bit of cynicism. 

You looked back across the world, lifting your chin.

“Yeah,” you said, “I do.” Another few minutes passed in silence between the two of you, being serenaded by the October air rattling through the trees that had begun to lose their leaves, and the sound of the raging river far below that was responsible for the steep-cliffed mountain. 

“Still,” you said, “It’s peaceful. I’d be much more scared if I stood down there than I am sitting here.” 

“I’d rather you be here than down there,” he said, choking on his words just after they’d left his mouth. You came to his rescue as best as you could. 

“Well, last time I was down there, I had a broken ankle. I don’t want to be doing that again, either.” 

All too used to it you were, reeling him back from the conversation that neither of you wanted to have. You had to assume that if the situation was different, he’d be a romantic- the way he gave you an extra blanket or let you borrow his jacket made you sure of it. So sometimes, when you were alone, little things would slip out from between his lips, little things that told you just how much he cared for you. 

But caring for someone in this world was dangerous. You both knew it- he, who had had to mercy his own father, and you, who hadn’t seen your parents since the day it began. It was a lesson that held onto the two of you like burrs, hooking and holding deeper every time you tried to pull it away. 

Even though the two of you cared for each other, would die for each other, that little stinging burr kept the two of you from saying it out loud. If it was said out loud, it was real, and that reality would be much more dangerous. 

So you always deflected the attention away from his little confessions. Not maliciously, not to push him away, but to protect you both. It was the least you could do. After all- he’d saved your life, all those months ago. 

You’d returned the favor, of course, a few times. The first being when he drove you back to your home to find your parents, and instead found a Z with its arm stuck to the front door. 

The door was still locked, there was no forced entry, other than this Z on the outside of the front door. But your parents were just... gone. And there was nothing to suggest where they went. 

You scooted a little closer to Tommy, trying to get refuge from the wind. 

“Hey, Tommy,” you began, eyes cast over the edge of the cliff and to the riverbanks far below. “Do you ever think about what would’ve happened if we’d found my parents?” 

He knew how much it stung that you didn’t know what had happened to them. He knew how much it had hurt you to leave your home town and travel to Camp New World, leaving behind the one place you might find them. But you’d been injured, and young, and vulnerable, and you’d had no choice. He knew that it was a particular crack in your heart that was still raw, and likely would be for a long time. 

So he put his arm around you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

He still smelled like the cigarette he’d swiped from one of the men around the camp earlier in the day. At one time, you hated the smell of tobacco. Now, it just reminded you of him.

“No,” he said, “I don’t think about things like that.” His first finger drew little shapes on your furthest shoulder, and you let out a breath. “But I guess I would be a little happier if you didn’t have their loss on your shoulders.” 

That one, you’d let him get away with. 

The sun was near setting, the first brushstrokes of orange and yellow beginning to touch the western horizon. The sunsets from Camp New World were almost always spectacular, thanks to the wide expanse of horizon that one could view.

But you turned your head, laying your cheek on his shoulder, closing your eyes. This was the most you ever let your guard down; when you were alone with him, and the world was safe enough, for the moment. 

“I hope they’re dead,” you breathed out, and you felt his arm tighten around you. “So they don’t worry about me the way I worry about them. Is that bad?” 

Slowly, carefully, you felt Tommy lower his head down, resting his temple onto you. 

“No, I don’t think so,” he said, and you pulled one knee closer to you. “And even if it is, I still can’t blame you.” You let out a heavy breath, leaning further into him. 

If it hadn’t been for the zombie apocalypse, you never would have met him. And maybe you wouldn’t choose him over putting the world back to the way it was, but you’d definitely think hard about the decision. He was a bright side to the blackness that the world had become, the only person who kept you alive, who gave you a reason to stay alive. 

In moments like this, in which you sat with him, felt his fingertips run over your arm; in moments like this, all of the pain, the death, the mercy, all of it- it almost felt worth it.

-🦌 Roe

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The Kitsune

10k x fem!Reader

*requested*

You had been walking on a long road when a group of survivors stopped next to you. An old man rolled down the car window and smiled, 

“Hey there! You’re looking a little lonely.” 

You weren’t lonely. Having spent a few hundred years moving from town to town before anyone started noticing you weren’t aging at a proper speed, you had grown to be distant from others. Of course, you would have never expected a zombie apocalypse to start in your lifetime, so maybe you could use a little human interaction.

“Uh sure,” you replied, “I haven’t seen an actual person for like four months, I think.”

The old man whistled, “yeah that is a long time to be alone. Are you going anywhere specific?” 

“Nope, just following this road until I hit civilization.” You said, gesturing to the road ahead of you. 

“How have you survived this long alone?” A younger man, boy?, asked. 

“I’m very skilled with the katana.” You said, pulling your sword out of the hilt a little. You also had other weapons in your arsenal, but you decided to keep those to yourself so that you didn’t scare away the group.

A dark skinned woman then stepped out of the second car and walked up to you. She looked you over, staring especially hard at your eyes and the sword on your belt.

“How about you travel with us for a little while, until we find more people,” she offered, extending her hand to you, “my name is Warren.” 

“I’m Y/n,” you told her, shaking her hand, “I think that would be lovely, thank you.” 

“Okay. You can ride with Doc and 10k.” Warren said, motioning to the car with the old man and the young man. 

You got into the backseat, introduced yourself to the two men, and then you were off with a new a group of people. 

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That had happened about ten weeks ago, and now, even though you hadn’t found more people, you decided it was about time to leave. 10k was getting a little too close to you, and you were becoming uneasy with the feelings you knew well blossoming in your chest again.

You had fallen in love a couple times before, when you were younger and naïve to the fact that you could never truly be with someone. Your mother warned you not to get too close to people because in the end you would either be forced to move on or to watch them die. 

Being a kitsune definitely had its perks, but you have never felt ready to settle down with someone and watch them age away without you. Also, your mother had told you what could happen if you become too sad or angry. The fox in you would lash out and do drastic things, going as far as murdering those around you.

Because it’s been a few years since you shifted from a fox to a human you have found ways to keep the fox at bay. Playing a few tricks and pranks here and there helped to control the mischievous spirit, but you were scared that if you let someone get too close to you and then lost them – the apocalypse would be the least of everyone’s worries. 

So, when you started experiencing those feelings again, you decided it was time to leave this group behind. No one knew when someone would die in these times, and you were not ready to face that kind of despair. 

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nothing left ~ 10k;z nation

word count: 2229

request?: no

description: he accompanies her back to her childhood home to find nothing left besides the memories of times before the zombies, and they decide to leave some new memories there

pairing: 10k x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut

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(Y/N) kept a straight face as they drove past the sig with her hometown’s name displayed in bold, black letters against the stark white background. It was the first time she had been there since she and her parents had escaped during the initial Z outbreak. Since then, she had lost everything, but managed to find a new family within the small group that took her in.

They came to a stop at an empty parking lot of an abandoned supermarket. Everyone got out, weapons in tow.

“This place is a ghost town,” Doc commented.

“Almost everyone vacated when the infection started,” (Y/N) explained. “I don’t even think there would be any Zs here. It’s probably only been ransacked lately.”

“It’s the only town for miles, it’s our best bet for resources,” Warren said. “We search the place where we can and see what we can find.” She turned to (Y/N) to add, “Do you want to go home? Just to see the place if nothing else?”

(Y/N) was dying to get home, but she didn’t want anyone on the team to see her as weak or fragile. Although she knew they wouldn’t think any different of her if she did show some weakness, in this day and age, your biggest threat was to be perceived as weak to anyone.

Before she could respond, 10k spoke up. “I think you should. It’ll give you a break from everything, and you can be closer to your parents for even just a moment.”

(Y/N) had a hard time saying no to 10k, especially when parents were involved. She knew he wanted nothing more than to be close to his own father again, but, like (Y/N), 10k hadn’t been home in nearly a year. He didn’t even know if his own home was still standing. If she turned down this opportunity that she knew 10k wanted so bad in front of him, she’d never forgive herself.

“It would be nice,” she admitted.

“You go then honey,” Warren said, her voice soft and kind. “10k, you go with her for protection. Meet us back here before sundown. We’ll wait a little while, but not too long.”

The two youngest members left in the opposite direction of the group. (Y/N) led 10k down the still familiar roads. They weren’t too far from the house and, before she knew it, (Y/N) was stood in front of her childhood home. Her eyes widened at the sight of it.

All the windows were smashed and the door was practically ripped off of the hinges. They entered with weapons raised in case of a Z attack. (Y/N)’s heart broke to see the place ransacked and destroyed. Every picture her parents had hung were smashed to pieces. Only one remained partially in tact, one of (Y/N) and her parents when she was barley a year old. They were on their first vacation as a family to visit someone in another state. The picture was of the three of them on the beach together. Baby (Y/N) was in her mother’s arms, taken by the sand in her tiny hands while her parents were smiling brightly at the camera.

10k looked over her shoulder as her eyes began to water. “You look a lot like your mom.”

“I got that a lot,” she said. “We were basically twins. Dad said I got lucky with mom’s genes.”

She held the picture close to her chest as she moved up the stairs to where the bedrooms and main bathroom was. Whoever had broken in must’ve found what they wanted on the first floor because the bedrooms were relatively untouched. Every poster and picture (Y/N) had on her walls were still there. Her old laptop was even still there, although she doubted that it worked anymore.

“It’s weird,” she said. “It feels like I’ve been gone for years, but this room looks exactly the way I left it, like not a day has past.”

“Anything here you want to take with you?” 10k asked.

(Y/N) shook her head. “I took most of the important stuff when we left first. There’s nothing but memories here now.”

She was so lost in her own thoughts - memories of when things were good - that she didn’t hear 10k leave the room to walk into the bathroom until he spoke again. “The water still runs.”

She walked into the bathroom to find clean water running from the tap. She put a hand under the water, feeling it go from freezing cold to comfortably warm in seconds.

“The power and stuff must still be running,” she said. “Good news for us. I haven’t showered in ages.”

“You think it’s safe?” 10k asked, but (Y/N) was already placing her weapons on the bathroom counter and shedding herself of her top layers.

“I’m willing to take one for the team if it means I’ll be clean when I die,” she joked. “You can watch the door and make sure no Zs or no more looters come in. I’ll leave my gun close enough that I can use it if need be.”

10k nodded. Before he could get the chance to turn back on, (Y/N) grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. For a split second, 10k saw the black bra she was wearing. It was old and worn, probably one of the only ones she had left. Due to this, it was basically falling apart, so when he got a brief glance of the bra, he also got a glance of one of her breasts.

10k’s eyes widened as he quickly turned his back so that (Y/N) didn’t know. He stood in the doorway, listening over the sound of the shower running for any indication of someone, or something, breaking into the house.

The warm water running over (Y/N) caused her to let out a moan of relief. It had been so long since she had properly bathed. The warm water of the familiar shower felt like heaven to her.

Outside the shower, 10k was shuffling awkwardly. He and (Y/N) had been close since they had first met, but they had only ever viewed each other as friends and Z fighting colleagues. He didn’t understand why he was starting to have this feeling about her. Maybe it was just boy hormones and the fact that she was a naked girl just a few feet away from him. But it felt like more than that. Maybe it had always been more than that but he was just afraid to admit it.

Before he could stop himself, 10k silently placed his gun next to hers on the toilet cover. He began to shed himself of his own clothes, working quickly and quietly as to not disturb her. (Y/N) had her head back with the water running over her hair and body when 10k pulled the curtain back and stepped in. She opened her eyes to look at him, shocked by his sudden appearance. She looked him up and down for a moment, her face giving away nothing.

“Gotta save water,” 10k said, trying to lighten the mood.

A smile broke out across (Y/N)’s face as a small giggle came from her lips. “Come here, 10k.”

She put a hand on the back of his neck at the same time that his hands found her waist. Their lips collided and it felt like the most right thing in the terrible, fucked up world around them. 10k’s lips moved against (Y/N)’s perfectly, as if they were supposed to be there, to be kissing her so deeply. His hands wandered over her dripping body, touching every inch of her soft skin with his calloused hands.

(Y/N) let out a sudden squeal as 10k lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was shocked at his strength. Sure, he wasn’t as scrawny and wimpy as he may have looked, but he certainly wasn’t the strongest person in the world. He’s just full of surprises, (Y/N) noted as his lips connected with hers again.

His hard boner was against her aching core, teasing her ever so slightly with every gently brush against her. She whimpered against his lips when she felt him brush against her opening, trying to ground her hips against his to feel her inside of him. Knowing that she wanted this as much as he did made him even more turned on. He was almost afraid that he wouldn’t be able to make this moment last long enough.

He helped to guide her down onto his hard length, causing (Y/N) to gasp as he filled her entirely.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked her, suddenly realizing that he had no idea what (Y/N)’s sexual past was like.

“No,” she responded, her voice breathless and airy. “I just haven’t had sex in a very long time. I forgot how good it felt.”

10k smiled at her and pressed his lips against hers again. He pressed her back against the nearest wall and slowly began to thrust himself into her. (Y/N)’s back arched against the wall, trying to get as close to 10k as she possibly could.

He was slow and gentle, which drove (Y/N) even more wild. She held on around his neck as if her life depended on it, moaning and gasping against his lips with every thrust he pushed into her. She could barley even think straight, her mind focusing only on the pleasure that 10k was providing her.

“Is this alright?” he asked, his voice soft.

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile. Sweet 10k, always thinking of the comfort of others, even when he was in the middle of the most intense shower sex (Y/N) had ever had.

“It’s more than alright,” she responded. “God, it feels so fucking good.”

10k had heard (Y/N) swearing many times, but hearing the expletive word slip from her breathless voice in that moment drove him wild. He rested his head against her shoulder, groaning as he pushed his hips against hers again, filling her completely.

“You feel so good,” he told her. “You’re so soft and warm, fuck.”

“Who would’ve thought that sweet 10k had a dirty side?” (Y/N) giggled.

“You must not know me well enough, then.”

“Maybe I don’t.”

Her thought was cut short as 10k pulled almost completely out of her then filled her again. Her mind was clouded with lust as she tried to rock her hips against his, begging for the release she wanted.

Noticing her desperation, 10k wrapped one arm around her lower back and slipped his free hand between them. (Y/N) gasped as his fingers connected with her swollen nerves and began to rub circles in them. She could feel a familiar pressure building inside of her. She clung to 10k’s shoulders, curses falling from her mouth in between moans of pleasure. Her legs began to shake as she felt herself hitting her climax. She threw her head back and called 10k’s name - his real name - in pleasure.

Feeling her walls contracting around him caused 10k to feel his own climax approaching. He held on to her hips as his thrusts became a little faster. Before he knew it, his eyes were nearly rolling back into his head as he felt himself filling her with his warm cum. The feeling of the warmth inside of her was enough to almost turn (Y/N) on again.

They stayed tangled together for a moment, completely forgetting about the running water cascading down onto them. It wasn’t until the warm water started to turn cold that they realized it was probably time for the two of them to get out.

Luckily for them, whoever looted the house also didn’t think to take any of the towels in the upstairs linen closet, so they had a way to dry themselves off. Before she started pulling her clothes on, 10k wrapped his arms around (Y/N) again and kissed her exposed shoulders and neck before placing one last sweet kiss against her lips.

“We should tell the others about the running water,” he said as he pulled his clothes back on. “If this place is relatively Z-less, we could probably get away with staying here for a while.”

“We’ve stayed in worst looking places,” (Y/N) agreed. “I’m sure everyone else is dying to clean themselves, too. There’s enough room for everyone to sleep with all the bedrooms and the couch downstairs.”

The reminder of the wreckage when they first entered caused a melancholy mood to wash over (Y/N) again. Noticing this, 10k brought her into his arms and held her tightly.

“I’m sorry about your house,” he said. “I’m sorry someone did this to you, that they took all the memories of this place.”

(Y/N) shook her head. “They didn’t take the memories. No one could ever take that from this place. Besides, I’d like to make some new memories here…with you.”

10k smiled and kissed the top of her head. “I think we’ve already started with that.”

(Y/N) giggled and pulled away from him. “Let’s go find everyone to tell them before they leave us abandoned.”

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Title: The Tent Fandom: Z nation Pairing: 10K x female reader Word count: approx 3k Rating: 18 Description: fluffy smut with awkward cinnamon roll 10K

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I love z nation Can you do yandere 10k head canons regular or NSFW

(your wish is my command)

when 10k first met you, he thought he was dreaming, a girl his age in the apocalypse, it was like you two where soulmates, and it was proven even more when you started to talk with him

you where a important part of the delta group, you where a training doctor (aka a teenager who doc took under his wing) so you where someone that they couldn’t afford to lose, especially 10k

10k would definitely be shy at first, barely being able to look you in the eyes, but be excited when you two have those long conversations, and since the male always runs away and does his own thing every time they stop at places he’ll definitely have his eyes on you, always climbing on roofs to just keep you in sight

10k would definitely be shy at first, barely being able to look you in the eyes, but be excited when you two have those long conversations, and since the male always runs away and does his own thing every time they stop at places he’ll definitely have his eyes on you, always climbing on roofs to just keep you in sight

He’ll become more confident the more time you talk to him, you two would become inseparable, and since hes always getting hurt you’ll have to patch him up most times

but over time you’ll notice strange things, like how 10k always has his eyes on you, he’ll take small glances every second almost staring at some points

and he’ll become very touchy all fo the sudden, gliding his hands over you or pulling you closer to him by your arms, his hugs linger for to long and his high fives turn into holding hands

its not like you mind though, even though your younger then him you can obviously tell he’s touch starved, and as a training doctor it’s your job to help him in anyway you can... but he can be weird at times

10k would become jealous very easily, he'll be mad if you don't wanna share a room with him or tent, and if another male your age comes into the group ...

He'll be fucking pissed, and become very possessive of you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him, making sure the guy does talk to you, glare at the teen as he holds his gun

One time he punched the shit out of mack for leaving with you without saying anything, and he's come close to blowing up his head a few times, along with Murphy

10k would watch you sleep most nights. Since he's always on first watch he'll need to make sure your safe. Even if someone else wants to take first watch he'll stay next to you, watching your sleep peacefully

Some nights he can barely handle himself from touching you, he plays with your hair most nights but sometimes he fixes your shirt, or pulls down it to just imagine the impossible

to be honest 10k is the one yandere you don’t wanna mess with, he’s possessive, kind, and obsessive, he’ll make sure your always with him and if your not.. a few bullets in innocent people won’t hurt..