#I also have to find a new home so yeah here you go

[siriaeve]

One Boyfriend, Free with Purchase

Nicky hadn't been in his new place long enough to have any post addressed to him as opposed to Current Resident, but the flyer promising "£100 off at Mega Mattress Mart" seemed like it had been targeted just for him. He'd been sleeping on an air mattress for a week now, and his lower back was deeply unhappy with him. And since the whole point of moving here was to take a better-paying job, he now had the money to buy an actual mattress, and Mega Mattress Mart seemed as good a place as any to get one.

Despite its name, the Mega Mattress Mart was an old redbrick shop on Main Street which didn't look that much bigger than the shops around it. When Nicky stepped inside, though, he found that it stretched very far back before opening out into a T-shape. There was another customer there, already talking to a tall woman with short dark hair, but the shop was otherwise quiet. Mattresses as far as the eye could see, laid out on bed frames of all shapes and sizes, and Nicky looked around him, suddenly realising that he knew absolutely nothing about mattresses.

Just as Nicky was starting to reconsider—maybe it would be fine if he just went online and bought one of those mattresses in a box—a man appeared from the back of the shop. He wore a pale blue t-shirt that said Hi! My Name is Joe! Ask me about the best sleep of your life! in letters shaped like puffy white clouds, and he was smiling, and he was perhaps the most attractive man that Nicky had ever seen in person. Nicky blinked.

"Good morning, I'm Joe! Can I help you to find something?" the man—Joe—said.

"I'm looking for a mattress," Nicky said, holding up the flyer, now slightly wrinkled, like it was an admission ticket. "And I suppose also a bed frame? But I don't know where to begin."

"Luckily for you, that's what I'm here for!" Joe said, pointing at his shirt. Nicky worked very hard at not staring at it, or how it stretched so pleasantly over his shoulders.

"Oh," Nicky said weakly. "Good." One of the reasons he'd moved here was the hope that he'd finally be able to date men without the constant fear that someone would see him and light up his home town with gossip about the scandalous sinning of the youngest DiGenova boy, but he hadn't expected to be confronted by a hot mattress salesman at 10:45 on a Monday morning. He thought he'd be able to ease into things.

He hadn't anticipated curls.

Joe walked him the length of the shop and pointed out some of their most popular models. "And of course another bestseller is the race car bed here, but I'm going to assume that you're not in the market for something like that."

"No, not so much," Nicky said, worrying at the flyer. "I was thinking more just something… simple? And comfortable."

"Ah, I get it. Minimalist looks, maximalist comfort?"

"I don't know what that means," Nicky confessed. "But I'm on my feet all day at work, and it turns out that sleeping on an air mattress for a while hurts my back."

"On your feet, huh?" Joe looked him up and down and Nicky's heart skipped a beat because he was sure—he was pretty sure—that Joe had been checking him out. "What do you do?"

"I'm a nurse," Nicky said. "I just started at the hospital here, in the paediatric intensive care unit."

Joe's eyebrows went up. "Oh, okay, yeah, that'd do it. Comfortable bed it is. Right this way."

They tried four beds in a row. Each time, Joe insisted that Nicky stretch out on the mattress for a good ten minutes. "You need to get a proper feel for it! Remember," he said, pointing at the words on his t-shirt, "I'm promising you the best sleep of your life!"

Nicky would have felt very silly just lying there, staring up at the ceiling tiles, but Joe distracted him by talking to him the whole time. How Nicky liked living here so far, and whether he'd tried that bakery up on Rose Street, and the pros and cons of brunch, and soccer, and the recent finale of the murder mystery show it turned out they'd both been watching. It was… it was nice, Nicky thought. He knew that Joe was trying to sell him a mattress, but he was also the first person that Nicky had really talked to since he moved here.

When he sat up from the fourth mattress, Nicky said, "To be honest, I'm not sure I can tell the difference between any of them."

"Well, to be honest in turn," Joe said, looking around the shop before leaning in and whispering, "there isn't really a huge difference between most of these. The manufacturers give them different model names and finishes, but they're basically the same mattress."

"Oh," Nicky said. Seen this close, Joe's eyes were bright and warm and overwhelming. "So if you were me…"

"If I were you…" Joe seemed on the verge of saying something, and then shook himself and said, "Um. The second one. Good quality for the price, low rate of returns."

"The second one it is, then," Nicky said.

Nicky followed him up to the cash register, and hovered there nervously while Joe rang up the purchase and took his address for the delivery. He handed over his debit card and then said remembered the flyer. "Oh, and I have this discount… Oh." He realised that he'd been so distracted by Joe while trying out the mattresses that he'd worried it into a crumpled ball, and his sweaty palms had made the ink bleed. "Well, never mind."

"I can still honour that," Joe said, taking the soggy flyer from him. Their fingers brushed as he did so, and Nicky shivered pleasantly. "On one condition."

"Oh?" Nicky said.

Joe took a business card from a holder next to the till, and scribbled something on the back. A string of numbers. A phone number, Nicky realised. "If you have issues with the mattress, or any questions, or any concerns about the mattress warranty policy, you can call any time."

"…. Oh," Nicky said. He had been very foolish to get his hopes up. "Well, that is very kind of you, yes."

The other sales assistant walked up to ring up her customer and cast a quick glance at the card in Nicky's hand. "That's his personal mobile number, you know."

"Oh," Nicky said.

Joe went pink. "Andy—"

"'Concerns about the mattress warranty policy', huh, Joe?" Andy sounded very amused.

Joe covered his face with his hands.

(It was Nicky's birthday three weeks later. Joe said that he knew it was a bit soon for them to be exchanging birthday presents, but that it'd be a shame for him to waste his staff discount, and Nicky really did need some nice new bedding for his nice new bed. It was just pragmatic. He even helped Nicky to make up the bed—a warm duvet, a beautiful blue cover, crisp sheets, fluffy pillows—and when they were done looked it over with satisfaction, hands on his hips.

"We did such a nice job," Joe said. "Hospital corners, even. Shame what's about to happen next."

"What's that?" Nicky asked.

"This," Joe said, and then he pushed a laughing Nicky onto the bed.

They got the sheets all rumpled, but Nicky didn't care because Joe had more than lived up to his t-shirt's promise—he really did give Nicky the best sleep of his life.)

[dilanisfruity]

after hours 🪩🌃🥂

chapter 1 of 6? not 100% sure how many chapters I'll do so tbd

summary: reader is going about their usual night of work, performing half naked for a crowd of drunk men, but there's a new face in the audience tonight, and it's who they least expect. one of the most popular singers of their time, billie eilish, is sitting directly in front of the stage, eyes glued to the reader as they perform, and the connection between the two continues to grow as the night goes on.

warnings: lowkey none? all I can think of is swearing bc there's no smut in this chapter it's just building up to the next chapter where there will be smut, so kinda alludes to sex. mentions of strippers (y/n is a stripper) and all the shit that comes with that so if you don't like sex workers don't read this (also hello what's wrong with you, sex workers deserve equal respect but whatever)

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this isn't fully like proofread but i checked for spelling errors and stuff so it should be okay. this is chapter 1 of my new series so yeah hopefully ygs like it!

bright stage lights shined as the dj started his next set, the music blaring from the speakers all around the club. if you weren't here all the time it would probably be beyond overwhelming but you're used to it, having worked at the club for almost 6 months now. you were side stage looking through the crowd so you could try to find the "big spenders", aka the middle aged men who had nothing better or more meaningful to spend their ridiculous amounts of wealth on. those were the guys you wanted to target- making eye contact with them while dancing, making sure they get to see all your best moves nice and clearly, and of course throwing in a wink here and there. this was your usual routine to try to get these wealthier men to buy private dances, which was what made you the most money. but this time as you scanned the room expecting to see your usual suspects, you instead found a woman your age sitting right in the front. you could almost make out her face and she seemed vaguely familiar but it didn't really matter. what mattered more was the huge stack of cash she had on her. you knew it was time to lay it on real thick with her and do what you do best so you could take a good bit of that cash home with you. walking back to the dressing room for a quick moment, you do all your final touch-ups with your makeup, throwing on a little extra glitter, then you make sure that your heels are strapped on tight and that you have as much skin showing as possible. after taking one last sip of water, you're ready to go.

as soon as you get to the stage you start with your opening routine, throwing extra looks to the mystery woman in the front row. as you perform your other routines and do a little bit of improv on the pole, you find yourself feeling weirdly drawn to the woman. at first it was all just performative in hopes of making more money but as the night went on you couldn't seem to get her out of your head. it came as no surprise that she was quite generous with her cash tips, tucking hundred dollar bills in your bra like it was nothing. your dancing continued on until you stole a glance at the clock and realized you were supposed to have gone on your break nearly 15 minutes ago. after exiting the stage you gathered all the cash tips you got, pulling them out from underneath your skimpy outfit, most of them having been placed by the mysterious woman. even as you sat in the dressing room and drank your water, your mind still wandered to her and to who she could be. you knew all the regulars, recognized all the faces of the desperate men who clearly spent all their free time at the club, and she wasn't one of them. and that's not to say you hadn't seen women in the club before, there was always at least one or two women carefully watching the dancers' every move on the tiny stage. but she was different. not only was she the most breathtaking woman you'd literally ever seen, she also was only watching you. as each dancer had taken their turn in the front and center her eyes had stayed locked on you, following you everywhere you went, and you could feel it. and the strangest thing of all was the fact that you swore you had seen her face somewhere before, recognized her from something, but you couldn't put your finger on what.

grabbing your phone out of your bag you tried to bring your focus to something besides this mystery woman, starting to mindlessly scroll through your instagram feed. you opened one of your friends' close stories to see they had reposted something about the one year anniversary of some album being released. as you watched the video, you nearly started to zone out until you saw it. saw her. confusion spread over your face as you tried to get a closer look, but just as you nearly focused your eyes on her, the story was finished and it went to the next one. frozen for a second, you thought maybe you were imagining things or maybe you were just confused, and you should just move on and keep scrolling through stories. but you couldn't help yourself, you had to go back, had to go click on the post and look closer. after just a few seconds of the video playing you knew you were right. it was unmistakably the woman who had been wordlessly captivating your every thought. the woman who, moments ago, was slipping hundred dollar bills into your bra like they were nothing. looking up to see the user who had made the post, the realization finally hitting you. it was billie eilish.

not knowing what to do with this information you sat and stared at your phone, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and shock. you could've easily sat there for hours, completely unaware of the rest of the world, only focused on the fact that billie eilish herself had been sitting right in front of the stage as you performed your routines, her eyes fixated on you and you alone. but your moment of awe was quickly cut short by the sound of the dressing room door flying open, the loud mixture of music and cheering becoming clear for just a second as your friend walked into the room, letting the door slam behind her. 

you snapped out of your thoughts as she called out your name, nearly shouting at you. "y/n? you were supposed to be back on 5 minutes ago, i stayed onstage an extra few minutes to give you some extra time but i need to get home so you've gotta get back out there. like now!" shit. you hadn't been watching the clock to know when your break was over. "oh fuck i'm sorry girl, i lost track of time." you said, nearly letting your mind wander back to what had kept you from looking at the time, but you couldn't do this now. you needed to get back out there. hurriedly putting on some lip gloss and adjusting your outfit and heels, you speedily walked out of the dressing room and back out to the main room.

once you were onstage and you heard the music playing you were able to focus on what you needed to do, getting back to executing your routines with practiced precision. a few songs passed as you did your usual rounds of choreography both on the pole and just on the stage. after the first few dances, you started to look in the audience, hoping to find some men you could solo out and focus on, you needed at least one lap dance by the end of the night if you wanted to walk out of there with enough money to put food on the table. but instead you found her. your eyes immediately fell on the dark haired mystery woman, whose identity wasn't actually a mystery anymore. but there were still so many unanswered questions, leaving that mysterious feeling lingering. you smiled at her, batting your eyes before going into your floorwork, moving slowly and sensually, grinding on the floor and casually showing off your flexibility. as soon as you were facing the front again, your eyes immediately fell back on her, finding a subtle smirk on her face as she leaned back in her chair. you kept your eyes trained on hers for the rest of your performance, leaning closer to her in between dances to allow her to slip more cash into your lacy bra. it felt euphoric and beautiful to be performing with her in mind, knowing her eyes were on you the whole time. but soon enough your shift was over, and you finished up your last routine, taking a moment to look at the audience one last time, allowing your eyes to linger on her just a bit longer, before leaving the stage and heading back to the dressing room. 

as you came down from your high and the rush of adrenaline that you got from performing faded, you sat down, finally allowing your body to rest. after taking a moment to just breathe and recover from your long night of dancing, you started getting unready, taking all the tips out from where they were tucked in your bra and tiny shorts and tossing them into your bag. the best part of your night was taking off your heels and changing out of your skin-tight lacy outfit and into some comfy shorts and an oversized tee. the relief you felt slipping on your comfy socks and worn-in doc martens was unmatched. you moved quickly as you packed up your stuff, more than ready to get home and get some food in your stomach, but just as you were about to head out the back door your boss came into the dressing room looking for you. 

"y/n? are you still here?" you heard the familiar, gravelly voice of your boss calling out. you contemplated just slipping out the back door before he noticed you but you knew you shouldn't so you sucked it up and walked over to him. "hey matt what's up?" you asked, praying it wasn't about anything you were getting in trouble for. "ahh y/n! there you are pretty girl. someone is asking for you out in the main room, said they wanted to just speak to you but they would pay whatever your rate was for a private dance for your time. seems a bit odd to me but sounds like a good way to make your tips for the night. they're waiting outside the dressing room for you but if you need to leave i'll just go tell them you already left for the night." he told you, your intrigue nearly outweighing your confusion. why would someone pay to just talk to you? that certainly wasn't anything like the services you usually provided but money is money so you grabbed your stuff and set it by the back door before heading over to the stage door. 

as you walked out of the stage door and into the main area you certainly weren't expecting to see billie. confusion flooded your thoughts, and you thought she must just be coincidentally by the door and the man who wanted to talk to you was somewhere behind her. but as soon as you walked out the door she stood up from where she was leaning against the wall and walked right to you. "hi angel. having a good night?" she asked. "hi yeah um my night's been good. how has yours been?" you stumbled through your words, not usually the type to get nervous and stutter like that but something about her presence just left you feeling flustered. she took a step closer bringing her hand up to brush your shoulder, letting it drift down your arm. "my night has been amazing, thanks for asking sweetheart. but anyways, i'm sure you've figured out by now why i've asked to meet with you, haven't you angel?" you timidly shook your head, feeling like there was some obvious answer that you should know but you didn't. she smiled, letting out a soft laugh, "oh baby your innocence is cute. i'm surprised you could do something like this for a job and still not realize that i'm here because i want you." your eyes grew wide as the implications of her statement dawned on you, opening your mouth to try to respond, but you couldn't seem to find the words, simply exhaling and letting your lips close in silence. your failed attempt to speak hadn't gone unnoticed by the woman, and you could see it in her face. "oh honey, it's okay. i can tell you're not used to this so it's not surprising you don't know how to respond." her eyes continued to stare into yours as she brought her hand back up and under your chin, gently lifting your face to look up at her as she leaned into your ear, her warm breath giving you chills as she continued. "the things i want to do to your precious little body, god, you don't even know what you do to me angel. i need to have you all to myself, don't want anyone else's hands on you, do you understand?" you tried to keep a calm look on your face as you nodded a little bit too eagerly. "words baby." she said softly but sternly, slowly bringing her face back to meet your eyes. you put all your energy and thought into letting out a calm, confident response, "yes i understand" you breathed out, mostly clear but it still came out shakier than you had hoped. a smile spread across billie's face as she moved her hand from under your chin to hold your face tenderly, "good girl. i'll be back tomorrow and we can talk more, yeah?" she asked, already knowing your answer as you quickly nodded your head. she took another moment to admire you and the look in your eyes before pulling away, letting her hand linger for just a moment on your cheek. "alright baby i'll see you tomorrow then." she spoke one last time, allowing her hand to drop back to her side, pulling a few hundred dollar bills out of her pocket and placing them in the pocket of your shorts before slowly turning on her heels and walking away. 

you stood there in silence, your mind consumed by a strange mixture of confusion and excitement and awe and a bit of desperation. had that really just happened? billie eilish was a worldwide sensation, one of the most famous singers of your time, and she wanted you? none of it made sense but it really didn't have to, because you were quickly whisked away to thoughts of how you needed to prepare for tomorrow. you slowly felt yourself return to the present moment and to your body, taking a deep breath and turning to go back to the dressing room. hurriedly grabbing your bag and heading out to your car, taking just a small moment to really take in everything that had happened before starting your drive home. going home was always one of the best parts of your day because it meant you got to rest, but right now you were excited to go home so you could have more than just a moment alone to think about your interaction with billie. after arriving at your apartment, she clouded your thoughts as you ate a late dinner and got ready for bed, anxiously anticipating the countless possibilities of what could happen when you saw her again the next day. you had only shared a short moment of time with billie and already you were hooked. this not-so mysterious girl was certainly going to be your undoing, and you were more than okay with that.

[capri-ramblings]

Happy Birthday,Deuce!

A small drabble, for the big hearted Spade. Ft. Yume.

Guys,send help. I'm not okay.

"Here you go, Deuce. Happy Birthday."

Deuce stared at the omurice Yume placed in front of him slightly surprised.

When he'd been told to come over to Ramshackle dorm once classes were over, he wasn't expecting a sudden birthday wish. More so one coming from the usually distant and aloof Ramshackle prefect he had befriended in the beginning of the year; The boy who seemed more interested in returning home each day he faced a new problem in NRC, and the one he had grown to admire the more they spent time and let their friendship grow.

Yume was blunt and often times scary in his own way despite not having any powerful magic himself, and even on their first day together, Deuce could see how self dependent and capable he was as a person. So naturally he did have a brief belief that they wouldn't be able to be such close friends but that turned out to be wrong.

Despite himself, Yume also had his softer side which Deuce found incredibly charming and there was no denying what a good friend he was to Deuce and Ace and even Grim.

With those thoughts in mind,Deuce still found himself seated and clearly stunned. Though the wafting scent of the egg and rice combo he always melted for helped to ground him back to his senses.

"Yume, you...You made this?" He couldn't understand why it was so hard to comprehend it all, or why he sounded so small and faint when his own words reached his ears. Deuce looked up from the plate to find Yume smiling as if he was amused by his dumbfounded expression, and suddenly from incoherent confusion it shifted into an awkwardly embarrassed panic.

"Ah! O-of course it's not that I didn't think you couldn't cook or anything! I just—" , he glanced back at the omurice. It was warm and smelled great, and the yellow of the egg piled so carefully on top of the white rice felt so endearing,Deuce literally felt his body thrumming with an unspeakable happiness and gratitude.

"...It looks great. I didn't expect you to remember my birthday,Yume." He finally said as his lips curled into a smile and his stomach did this sort of flip which made Deuce wonder what the hell is going on with him.

Yume returned the remark with a smile of his own and an easy shrug before he sat down in front of Deuce.

"I usually don't but Cater bought it up earlier this week," Deuce watched as Yume reached out for the ketchup bottle he'd brought along with the omurice plate earlier and proceeded to effortlessly draw out a cute little chick silhouette ontop of the egg before he gave Deuce another smile.

"I didn't know what you'd like to get so I decided having something nice to eat would be good enough for now." When Yume placed the ketchup back down and Deuce stared at the omurice once again, he swore his heart was beating so loud it wouldn't be a surprise if even Yume had heard it as well.

But the latter simply looked to Deuce with his usually calm expression—The grey in his eyes a great compliment to the way his brown hair fell over them and accentuated Yume's overall soft, pretty features...

"So,are we just gonna stare at each other until Ace and Grim realized I lied about where we were supposed to meet up or are you going to start eating now, Loosey Deucey?"

The blush that crept up his face was immediate but his voice stammered indignantly and Deuce thought he really was being super weird about this whole thing.

"D-Don't call me that!"

"Hm? But you let Ace say it."

"That's—You know that jerk does whatever he wants!"

"Fine. Fine. No more Ace nicknames then, just Deuce?"

Yume's smile turned into a sly grin, and Deuce barely held on to his wits.

"Yeah. Just Deuce!"

And then he started wolfing down the omurice in an attempt to ignore the fluttering he felt in his stomach.

[dani-moonstars]

Master post Galladrabbles # 1

Hey! So, even though I wasn't able to participate this week, I have been meaning to do this for a bit since I keep feeding this story and I'm getting tired of linking back to all of the parts soooo.

But also, links to all the original posts in each tittle.

(Btw, stole the idea from the amazing @gallavich-annise who has her Space AU on a master post; go read it i'ts amazing)

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Keeper

“You can’t do this to him”.

“Yeah, I can. I’m his keeper. I have power of attorney”.

Lip is fuming. Ian finally found a way to leave. Thought that if he explained and they talked about it, it would be fine.

But no. Seems like his fucking husband got him committed.

“He was being irrational, Lip. Talking nonsense about leaving. Got all violent when they took him”.

Lip swings at him. “Fuck you”.

He leaves. He needs to get Ian out of there. They need to find a way.

He needs to tell everyone.

He needs to tell Mickey.

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Big Bang

(Ian's POV)

The marriage had to end. He planned a Big Bang of sorts. A move which would ensure a cosmic shift. The creation of something new and better.

He’d been miserable for too long.

It didn’t go as intended. Apparently Jordan had a scheme of his own and the wellness center on speed dial.

The orderlies cornered him in their kitchen, grabbing at him roughly; a needle piercing his skin to sedate him. He yelled and fought fiercely, but he refused to beg.

The last thing he heard was Jordan’s voice: “You’ll thank me later, babe”.

Everything went black after that.

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Whistle

Mickey thinks of Ian’s excited message announcing that he’d found a way to leave Jordan. He’d promised to head to Mickey’s afterwards, while he rambled about the future, their future. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” he declared at the end like a giddy schoolgirl.

That was hours ago.

 Mickey stares intently at the kettle as it whistles loudly, a deafening and irrefutable alarm stating that time’s up.

It’s way past midnight and Ian isn’t coming.

Mickey turns the stove off, locks his front door with a sigh and goes to bed. He should have know better.

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Time

The first “family therapy” session is a mess. Ian is sedated and needlessly restrained while Jordan rambles about how “concerned” he is. Ian is mostly out of it, so he only gets snippets.

“He kidnapped a baby once, you know? Just took off.”

“He used to ‘work’ at a club, if you know what I mean”.

When they’re alone Ian finally manages to ask. “When… leave…?”

Jordan grabs his face roughly and hisses at him. “Depends. How long until you understand that unless you come back home to me, you are never getting out?” He smirks. “Take. Your. Time.”

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Coworkers

Mickey sips his morning coffee while he remembers last night’s dream.

Ian and Mickey as coworkers. The details are fuzzy, but it’s a menial office job. They flirt over the watercooler, make out in the supply closet on their breaks. They have passion and each other.

He drops back into reality. Ian broke his promise and never showed up, called or explained. He just disappeared.

Mickey silently thanks him for that mercy. A clean break, no more bullshit.

Once he gets to work, he sees a familiar figure near the door.

Fucking Lip.

Guess he’s not getting his clean break.

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Science Fiction

Fucking Lip is here.

Mickey glares at him. It’s not the first time that Ian’s sent Lip to deliver his empty promises.

Unless he’s here to tell him that Ian got abducted by aliens and that’s why he broke his heart, he’s not interested.

This is not science fiction, though. That would at least make more sense.

“Mickey, come on.”

Mickey snarls at him. “Fuck off”.

 Lip grabs his arm. “Jordan got him committed, ok?”

Mickey freezes. What?

“Gonna leave him there to rot.”

No, no, no.

“We... Ian needs your help, Mickey”.

Mickey sees red. He’s gonna kill Jordan.

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In these arms

“I would give anything to have you in these arms tonight”. Jordan comes even closer. “Baby, I want you.”

“Fuck you”. Ian’s no longer heavily sedated, but he’s foggy and they won’t let him leave.

Jordan scowls at him. “Hmm… might have to move you. Somewhere stricter, with more… traditional methods.”.

“You can’t. My family��” They won’t allow it.

Jordan scoffs. “Do you see them anywhere? Three weeks, Ian. Not a single phone call.”.

“Liar”. It can’t be.

“Forgotten middle child and all, they don’t care. Does it surprise you?”  

It can’t be true.

A wave of sadness swallows him.

[layce2015]

Stranger Things (Steve Harrington x Female!Reader)

Chapter 8: Suzie, Do You Copy?

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Summer of 1985

It had been months since Max and I had first moved into Hawkins and finding out about the dark secrets the small town held. We also made some friends since moving here. Max became friends with Mike, Will, Lucas and Dustin but she barely got to see Eleven as Hopper had to keep her secret and safe at his home.

And also, Lucas and Max were dating which I thought was great, Lucas is a good kid. Robin and I became best friends but I also grew close with Steve as we started talking and hung out after school. About a month ago, we both graduated from high school and Steve had tried to get into college but he never got accepted. And because of that, he had to get a job at an ice cream parlor, Scoops Ahoy, in the brand new mall called Star-court Mall.

And he wasn’t alone in getting this job. Robin and I ended up getting this job as well. I needed this job cause I wanted to save up to get an apartment as I wasn’t gonna go to college because I didn’t want to go. The only downside to this job was wearing these ridiculous sailor outfits.

The three of us were working tonight, which was extremely busy, and Steve and I were in the back parlor as I was cleaning up and he was gathering up supplies when we hear the bell ring and Robin call out to us. “(Y/n), Dingus, your kids are here!” 

Steve goes over to the window and open it up while I come up next to him to see Max, Mike, Lucas and Will at the front desk and I sighed. “Again? Seriously?” Steve asked them and they all look at us, trying to look all innocent.

Steve and I lead them to the back of the parlor and into the door that connected to the back area of the mall where they could get around to stores or the movie theater without anyone noticing. “I swear, if anybody hears about this...” Steve threatens the kids as they walk out of the door. “We're dead!” They replied in unison as they keep walking.

Steve sighs and I shake my head. “Kids.” I muttered as we walk back into the parlor and got back to work. Then a few minutes later, the power to the whole mall went out and everyone gasped as we look around. “That’s weird.” I muttered as Steve goes over to the light switch and keeps flicking it, like that would do something.

”That isn’t gonna work, dingus.” Robin said. “Oh, really?” Steve said and he aggressively flicks the switch, repeatedly, as a way to annoy Robin. I place my hand over my face and shake my head at this while Robin was beyond annoyed.

Finally, the lights came back on and Steve shrugs. “Let there be light.” He said, smugly, and he walks away and Robin scoffs then she turns to me. “You seriously have a crush on him?” Robin asked me, quietly, and I shoot her a glare. “Shut up.” I growled at her before I walk away and got back to work.

Yes, in the last couple months I’ve developed a crush on Steve. I mean sure, he can be an idiot at times and a bit irritating…but he can also be sweet and caring. He did try to protect the kids and I from Billy after all. We really got to know each other back in December and never stop talking through out the rest of the school year. Before I knew it, I had developed feelings for him.

The next day, I was driving Max over to Lucas’ house since Billy went to his work as a lifeguard at the pool. Dustin had been gone this past month at camp and today he was supposed to arrive back home, and the others wanted to surprise him. 

“So, you excited to see Dustin again?” I asked her. “Yeah, honestly, I missed that nerd.” Max said and I chuckled. “Yeah, that kid’s special.” I said. “So, how’s it at Scoops?” Max asked me. “Not too bad. Although, Lucas’ little sister is getting on my nerves on coming in every day just to taste test the flavors we got. I’m about to charge that little brat.” I grumbled and Max giggles.

”Yeah, and I’m sure it’s nice to work there since you got Steve there to look at.” Max teased and I scoff as she starts to make kissing sounds at me. “Stop it!” I said and she laughs again. “Come on, (y/n). It’s obvious you like him.” said Max. “No, I don’t.” I said, defensively, and I glance over to notice her giving me that look that said Really? 

“Okay, fine, I like him! But I don’t even know if he likes me in that way.” I said. “Have you ever tried talking to him about it?” Max asked me like it was so obvious. “It’s complicated.” I said. “How? Just go up to him and say hey, Steve, do you like me or not?” Max said. “When you get older you find out dating is a lot more complicated and complex.” I said and Max scoffs.

”Or maybe you’re just making it complicated.” She said and I rolled my eyes. “Look, it’s just…I don’t want to ruin the friendship we got now. Because I just know that if I ask him and he turns me down, then it’ll just be weird between us and I don’t know how to handle that.” I said before I let out another sigh. “Besides, he hits on any pretty girl that comes into the parlor to get a date with them. Robin’s been keeping scores.” I added.

”Is it bad?” Max asked and I chuckled. “He’s had five girls reject him.” I said. “Oh, damn.” Max mutters just as we pull up to Lucas’ house. “Okay, enough talk about my nonexistent love life. You go and have fun.” I tell her as she unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car. “Will do.” Max said. “Love you.” I said. “Love you too.” Max said. “Tell Dustin hi for me.” I called out as she shuts the door. 

At work, Robin and I were in the back area of the ice cream parlor when Robin looks out then pats my shoulder. “Oh, he’s trying again.” She said and we stand by the open window that leads out to the front desk where I see Steve serving ice cream to a couple of pretty girls.

“Alrighty, one scoop of chocolate. That's a buck-twenty-five. Anything else?” Steve asked but one of the girls, who was wearing a college shirt, hands him the money. “Ooh, Purdue. Fancy.” He said. “Yeah, I'm excited.” The girl said and he ran she friend chuckle.

“Yeah, you know, I considered it, Purdue, but then I was like, you know what? I really think I need some real-life experience, you know, before I hit college, see what it feels like. Kinda like, uh, I don't know, see what it's like to earn a working-man's wage, you know? Uh...” Steve stumbles as he works on the register. Both Robin and I share a look at this as the register beeps.

“Oh, I'm sorry. I think that's, like, really important.” Steve said, embarrassed. “Yeah, totally.” The girl said. “Yeah, anyway, this was, like, so fun. We should kind of like, you know, I don't know, maybe hang out this weekend or...” Steve said as he tries to hand the girl her change but either she didn’t catch it or he missed her hand.

“Oh, sorry about that. Uh...I don't know. Maybe next weekend or...” Steve stammers. “Yeah, I'm busy.” The girl said, obviously not interested. “Oh, that's cool. I'm...I'm working here next weekend, so...the following weekend's better for me.” Steve said. “No. I'm sorry, I can't. Okay. Thanks.” The girl said as she chuckles, politely, then her and her friend leaves. 

“Board?” I asked Robin and she nods and I grab her board, which on one side that said You Rock and the other side said You Suck which had five tallies under it, and hand it to her. “And another one bites the dust.” Robin said. “You are oh-for-six, Popeye.” She said as she adds another tally. “Yeah, yeah, I can count.” Steve grumbles as he turns to us.

“You know that means you suck.” Robin said, a bit proudly. “Yep, I can read, too.” Steve said, annoyed. “Since when?” Robin asked, in fake surprise, and I chuckled a bit. “It's this stupid hat. I am telling you, it is totally blowing my best feature.” Steve groans, gesturing to the sailor hat on his head, as Robin sets the board aside. “Yeah, company policy is a real drag.” I said. “You know, it's a crazy idea, but have you considered...telling the truth?”

“Oh, you mean, that I couldn't even get into Tech and my douchebag dad's trying to teach me a lesson, I make three bucks an hour, and I have no future? That truth?” Steve asked me and I shrugged. “Honesty is the best policy.” I said, obviously, and Steve scoffs then Robin looks over Steve’s shoulder.

“Hey, twelve o'clock.” She said and he turns and I look over to see a group of girls walking in. “Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Okay... Uh...” Steve mutters as he turns back to us. “I'm going in. Okay? And you know what?” Steve said and he grabs his hat and tosses it aside. “Screw company policy.” 

“Oh, my God, you're a whole new man.” Robin said, sarcastically. “Right? Ooh.” Steve said then he turns around to the girls. “Ahoy, ladies! Didn't see you there.” Steve said, loudly, making the girls gasp. “Would you guys like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? I'll be your captain. I'm Steve Harrington.” Steve said and the girls laugh a little.

“Can I get you guys a little taste of the Cherries Jubilee? No? Anybody? Banana Boat? Four people, four spoons? Share it in the booth? Anybody? It's hot out there.” Steve said and Robin and I share a look before she hands me the marker and I go over to the board and add another tally.

*3rd Person POV*

“Suzie! This is Dustin. Do you copy? Over.” Dustin said into his radio that he built at camp. He brought all of his friends outside to a hill just so he could show off that he has a girlfriend that he met at camp. But as the day turned to evening and no response from Suzie, Mike and Eleven had already left to go to her house. 

That left Lucas, Will and Max with Dustin as he continues to try and contact Suzie but still nothing as the evening turns into night while the other three were laying in the grass. “Suzie, this is your Dustin. Do you copy? Over.” Dustin said again but nothing but static. “Suzie...” Dustin said again but then Max speaks up.

“Dustin, come on! She's not there.” Max said, exasperated. “She's there, all right? She'll pick up.” Dustin said, defensively. “Maybe Cerebro doesn't work.” Will suggests as he sits up. “Or maybe Suzie doesn't exist.” Lucas says, annoyed. “She exists!” Dustin exclaims. “She's a genius and she's hotter than Phoebe Cates? No girl is that perfect.” Lucas said and Max sits up and glares at him.

“Is that so?” She asked and Lucas sits up, realizing his mistake. “I mean...you're perfect. I mean, like, per...perfect in your own way. In your special...your own special way.” Lucas stammers and Max chuckles. “Relax, I was teasing. I'm obviously perfect and Dustin's obviously lying.” Max said and Dustin frowns as Max gets up.

“Come on, Don Juan.” She said as she helps Lucas up and they start walking. “Where are you going?” Dustin asked. “Home.” Max replied and her and Lucas leave. “Well...guess it's just you and me, Byers.” Dustin said. “Um... it's late. Sorry. Maybe tomorrow we can play D&D. Or something fun. Like we used to?” Will suggests. “Yeah, sure.” Dustin mutters, upset.

“Welcome home.” Will said and he walks away, leaving Dustin all by himself. “Yeah. Welcome home.” He grumbles but then his radio starts to chatter. “Shit.” He said as he gets down on the ground. “Suzie? Suzie, is that you?” He asked into the radio but it wasn’t Suzie.

It was a man speaking a foreign language. 

He was speaking Russian.

*(y/n)’s POV*

I walked out from the back of the parlor, finishing up closing down the place, only to notice Max sitting in on of the benches outside of the parlor. “Hey, what are you doing here? Figured you’d be at Lucas’.” I said and she shrugs. “I’m a bit tired. Wanted a ride with you.” Max said and I nod. “Okay, well I’m done here.” I said and we start to leave.

”How did it go with Dustin?” I asked and Max goes on to tell me how they’re day went and that it kinda go boring when Dustin tries to contact a girl he claimed was his girlfriend from camp. “Dustin has a girlfriend?” I said, surprised, as we get into my car. “Well, he says he has one but I think he’s full of shit.” Max said and I shake my head. “I don’t know, Dustin doesn’t seem like a kid that would make that up.” I said and Max gives me a look of disbelief.

”Well, I mean, yeah, he has a great imagination but…lying about getting a girlfriend…I’m not sure.” I said. “Seriously? You believe it?” She asked me as I start the car. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just I want to see you guys happy, especially after what happened a few months ago.” I said and Max shrugs and we leave the mall and head back home.

[nsfwitchy2]

OK SO-

Tbh I haven’t even finished the episode yet, and also I’m not really a HUGE doctor who person. Like, I don’t wanna lump myself in as a “doctor who mutual” because most of the people I’ve met who I’d call Doctor Who People™️ have consumed everything from the very very beginning of the show onward. And I have just been here for the 9th-11th, and then I dipped, and then I came back when they brought David Tennant back because I love David Tennant.

But also I want to Scream™️ and you invited me in like a vampire so let’s go besties let’s gO-

Anyway I came back for David Tennant but stayed because the 15th doctor has been so fun and wonderful. Like, easily one of my favorites. He is so funny and flamboyant and openly queer and I would both die for him and kill for him.

So…… this is all just kind of a bummer. Like… two seasons huh? That’s all we get with him? And then the whole time they’re sprinkling in all this stuff with these like, almost eldritch gods - so you think this would all climax with something related to these eldritch gods but like. It basically doesn’t?? They’re introduced in a way that makes you think surely they are part of some grand plan - but the 15th’s run is over and fuck me if I know what that grand plan is or was!!! There IS a big bad yeah, but the climactic fight is over so quickly that it’s not even really a climactic fight.

Also Belinda has received, so very little development compared to the other companions in the show. I mean, even Ruby got a full storyline and continued to come back even after but Belinda’s storyline was like….. she gets roped into the doctors adventures, she wants to go home, she can’t go home cause something bad happens on that day, they figure out the bad thing and fix the world, also now she has a baby.

Everyone else has already talked about how they think the baby thing is a bad plot, so I’m not gonna beat a dead horse here - I just wanna state: I don’t care about this child.

I love kids. I want to have kids one day. I have, an absurdly large amount of maternal instinct - like probably 85% of my body is maternal instinct. But I just…. Do not give a shit about this kid and the entire last part of the episode revolves around finding her. “She could bring the time lords back” is really the ONLY reason I am given to care about this child. She is a prop in every scene she is in. She does not speak, she never acts on her own accord. She is literally a prop. I’m not invested in this character enough to be invested in the last half of this episode because it revolves almost entirely around her????

My mom loved the episode. She is in tears, just bawling her eyes out over it. I WISH I was her, I WISH I was invested in this but I’m just. Not. My new favorite doctor who I came back to the show for is gone, none of the dominos set up really even went anywhere in the end, and the entire climax revolved around a character introduced one episode ago who has had 0 agency for me to get attached to. It was just a bummer of an episode.

Anyway thanks for coming to my TEDTalk and opening the door for me to scream at you through it lmao

I’ll probably still try and follow the show, at least through my mom. But man my excitement for these new seasons has just been so like, tamped down now??? I thought we were gonna be doing all this cool shit with Ncuti Gatwa and these eldritch gods but like. Nope. Guess not. They played me like a fiddle.

Lemme say, as someone who has not seen the new Doctor who yet and probably won’t until tomorrow - seeing a post cross my dash that says “everyone check on your Doctor who mutuals they are doing AWFUL” feels like the emotional equivalent of a decrepit old man yelling “TURN BACK” at me as I walk by

Like

That’s so fucking ominous thanks I am now very afraid

[youchangedmedestiel]

Friend: What are you doing right now?

Me: I have a lot of projects.

Friend: Oh so cool, what are those? New job, new business, new home, new relationship?

Me: Ok, I have a lot of SPN/Destiel projects.

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

the downside to being a sitcom neighbour sort of person is that when rough things happen and emotionally fuck u up a lil bit, it also sounds completely made up

[matteoberrettini]

the REAL tragedy of having my phone stolen is that i'm gonna have to rebuild my meme folder from scratch 😔😔😔😔

[exopelagic]

applied for a job!!!

[orcelito]

Planning out my outfit for my concert shit. I think I've got good pants for it, maybe got shoes for it. Gonna look for a blouse tomorrow + possibly some new shoes. Bc the maybe-shoes are those shoes I got for the suit that I HATE. They gave me such terrible blisters. And I think the pants I have would look better with some kind of heel. But if I don't find anything good I can just use those flats. And for the blouse, it's gotta be black and long sleeve and also have enough flexibility to not restrict my playing. Flexible Clothes. All the better to play a funky little tune in.

On top of that tho I've got several assignments I gotta do this week. Gotta make a wireframe prototype for my web app for web programming class. Tonight, really. Bc the official thing is due Sunday but I gotta get it reviewed by classmate(s) (and also review someone else's, too), so better to have that done sooner rather than later. There's also a lab for my C programming class due on Friday, which I need to have done before the end of lab so I can get it checked off. Gonna try to get most of it done tomorrow night, if not all of it, so that I can just go into lab and get it checked off and then LEAVE. Bc if I stay the full lab I will have less than an hour b4 I gotta be at the venue for sound check. And I really would prefer to have more time before that. Tbh the lab probably won't take TOO much work, since it's just using recursion to make a lil maze solver thing. Not too many lines of code, since the recursion does a lot of that. The tricky part is actually figuring out the logic for it properly. But I took good notes on it when my professor talked about it in class so MAYBE I didn't attend the last 2 labs and MAYBE I haven't even started the thing. But it's ok. Fuck it we ball. And ON TOP OF THAT... the assignments, the orchestra prep, etc... I also wanna clean my apartment some, probably on Friday morning, bc nonzero chance of visitors after the concert. Not for long if they do come in. But Still.... #Embarrassed. It's not as bad as it was b4 bc thankfully I did manage to do my dishes. But there's still some things I should get cleaned up.

AND THEN...!!!!!!!!!!

Well I mentioned the prototype thing. I gotta review someone else's prototype, and I also need to update my own prototype depending on what people say about mine. Tbh I'm kinda planning on doing a lower-effort version to start with (instead of trying to make it perfect from the start) so that it'll hopefully be easier to adjust the prototype to whatever the advice is & make it seem like an actual improvement. There's also a presentation over this thing, which thankfully I'm presenting on... Wednesday, I think? But I gotta have the slides submitted I Think Sunday night (when the prototype itself is due). So I gotta prep the presentation alongside prepping the prototype. AND I have a lab for this same class due on Sunday too, so I'm a busy bee!!

And ON TOP OF ALL THAT, I have a midterm exam in-class on Wednesday for my C programming class (same day as the web programming presentation, ugh 🙄), a presentation for my quality engineering in IT class on Thursday (over ISO 9001 quality standard), AND a paper for that presentation's content due on..Friday, I think? It's a group presentation/paper, same group I worked with last time, which Thankfully they can pull their own weight. It's just more to do lol.

God. I'm being worked to the bone, actually. Feels like everything is happening all at once. But then I remember that it's midterms time and I have spring break the week after next. And I'm like. OK, that makes sense.

Just gotta survive the next week and a half... lol...

[tittysuckersworld]

just askin, hypothetically, what if i did make an alternate au + animatic of mizu 6 being angst and ena 5 not happening the same way.....

[quercus-queer]

In case anyone was wondering about the Lilo and Stitch movie here’s the highlights from someone chronically online enough to have seen the movie through snippets lol

Nani does in fact give Lilo up to the government, ppl defend it by saying David’s mom is her foster mom now but Lilo is still in fact in the system and can easily be taken away from David’s mom if conditions are “unfit”… the exact same situation Nani was in before lol

Took away all of Nani’s support system that the original movie develops for her except for David/his mom

Had Nani treat Lilo like a burden for “realism”… anyway…

Lilo literally says “you’re so smart Nani, I think you should join the Marines”

Nani was deeply connected to her culture and family, that aspect of her just isn’t there at the end of the day (and part of that is because Sydney is not indigenous Hawaiian and it shows… in looks, actions, and line delivery) and the conclusion to her story being giving up her kid sister to the state and leaving her home for a “better” education and future is atrocious

They had her go to California to study marine biology. First of all, it was implied she was a pro surfer in the og movie no hint of marine biology. Not every persons dream is college and it doesn’t need to be part of everyone’s story… the choice of “putting yourself first” in order to get a better education is very #girlboss… Second of all, Hawaii has multiple universities with marine biology programs that would give far more money and benefits to a native Hawaiian than literally any Californian school let alone UCSD lmao

They changed their island from Kauai to Oahu… most obvious reason they did this was because that is the island their resort is on and overrun with tourists. However, with this location change and their wack ass narrative changes they also made going to California even more blatantly propaganda because that is where the University of Hawaii at Manoa is… ALSO, Oahu has major cities… you know how Sitch has to find new meaning for existence because he can’t do what he was programmed to do because he’s stuck on an island with no big cities… yeah…

On this note, pretty much removed all substantial tourism commentary

Jumba is the villain, he sounds like a whiny computer nerd and it’s miserable

Pleakley is lame, rip queen 🕊️

Lilo is pretty well adjusted and normal lol? No fights, no biting, no trying to curse her enemies etc… she’s literally a normal girl which… alright then???

There is no Gantu (rumor has it this is at its core because they don’t want to make law enforcement look bad)

CGI is literally so fucking bad like besides aesthetics the actors literally don’t point to where Stitch is and when they’re supposed to touch it they often miss lol

Editing is also terrible. Every scene lasts like 5 seconds and is jarring, so genuinely terrible I think shows like this are gonna further ruin kids attention spans lmfao

Nani misses Lilo’s actual performance instead of just being late to pick up Lilo from practice after getting into a fight…

Myrtle isn’t white #diversity win

No ugly duckling subplot

Bubbles is not the social worker and is working against the gang (again removing all of Nani’s support system, he literally shows up for every holiday with the fam in the og)

Changing the social worker role from an externally imposing black man with good intentions to a gentle woman has some undertones tbh considering this is the justification: “According to Camp, it was easy for audiences to believe that a towering man with a "Cobra" tattooed on his knuckles was a social worker in the animated movie​​​​​. However, that kind of exaggerated character design doesn't translate convincingly to live-action.”

The new social worker literally tells Nani that the right thing to do is to give up Lilo… very different from Bubbles doing his best to keep the sisters together. Keeping family together is a prime goal in social work btw…

[bunnis-monsters]

Hybrid Shelter

Ch1

prologue

chapter 2

warning: milking the cow/bull hybrids, handjob, thigh fucking

summary: after becoming a full time worker at the hybrid shelter, you realize it’s not going to be as easy as you thought.

🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃🌃

Working at the Hybrid Shelter full time was as hard as you thought it would be.

The younger hybrids started fixating on you lately. When you had only been working part time shifts, you only saw them in passing.

Now, every day you walked in, ready to wake them up and get them all fed.

“Mama!”

A puppy hybrid greeted you with a yip, their puppy teeth gnawing in your pants leg as you prepared a few bottles. “Mama, play?”

You gently pulled the puppy hybrid off of your leg, keeping him balanced on your hip. “Not right now, pup. You all have to have your bottle first.”

A few kitten hybrids toddled and crawled around nearby, while an infant mouse hybrid wailed from his crib.

The nursery was a fairly new addition to the hybrid shelter. In the past, only adults had been allowed to stay, meaning occasionally some men with children would be denied shelter.

Now they were both accepted. A few of the babies here belonged to men in the shelter, while others had no parents.

As you fed the infant mouse hybrid, a puppy hybrid knocked on the door. “Is my brother awake?”

Alex was 19, and had been separated from his parents a few years back. His brother was 3 years old, and stayed in the nursery while Alex tried to find work and a stable home for the both of them.

“Yeah, he’s right here.”

The puppy hybrid that had been gnawing on your pants before, Ollie, toddled to his big brother and decided to chew on him instead. “Hey, I told you not to do that…”

Though the older pup scolded the little one, there was no bite behind his words. He picked Ollie up and licked his head, giving him a quick bath. “You will be good for her today, alright? I’m mopping the halls today, so I’ll be close by if you need me.”

You buried the infant in your arms before giving him a diaper change and tucking him back into bed. Privacy was something a luxury when you lived in a shelter, so you tried to give the two some space.

“Okay, bubba. I won’t pee on the floor!”

A nurse took over the nursery once the shelter opened, and you left to begin your other daily chores.

“(NAME)!”

You were nearly tackled by the cat hybrid you had tamed a few weeks ago. “Hey, Midnight. How’s everything going?”

He purred and butted his head against your cheek affectionately, immediately beginning to groom and preen you. “It’s always scary when you’re not here. I don’t like the doctors or the other hybrids.”

That seemed to be relatively common with the abused hybrids. They didn’t like the situation they’d been forced into, having no home left to return to and being abandoned by abusers they still loved.

“You should try getting along with the others, okay? You know next week we’re introducing you to the group, your quarantine is almost over.”

He didn’t respond for a moment, too busy rubbing his scent on you. “Don’t wanna… can’t I just come home with you?”

As much as you wished he could, all employees were forbidden from adopting any hybrids from the shelter. If they wanted to, they’d have to quit.

“You know I can’t… at least not right now.”

You didn’t want to give him hope, but you also knew that the possibility that he could come home with you eventually was the only thing keeping him going.

After he ate his breakfast and you spent some time cleaning his space and making sure he had enough enrichment for the day, you left to continue your chores.

Your first stop was the domesticated hybrid building.

The more common type of hybrid to be abandoned were the domestic ones. Puppies, cats, bunnies, birds, goldfish, and hamsters.

“Have you guys had breakfast?”

Several heads turned to look at you once the door opened. “(Name)’s here!”

The hybrids gathered around you, all sniffing and licking your body and hair. You had grown used to this, and simply waited until they were satisfied before speaking. “I’m assuming you have, considering you all smell like bacon and eggs.”

“Mhm, it was good! Alex said you would be here soon!” one of the puppy hybrids said, his tail wagging furiously.

A goldfish hybrid swam in the pool area, poking his head out of the water. “(Name), you said you’d swim with me this week.”

“I will, Goldy, but it’s gonna be after I finish up with the wild building.”

The cat hybrids rubbed against you as a bunny hybrid relaxed in your lap. “The wild building? I can’t believe you’re still meeting with them every day.”

A week ago, you were tasked with helping to domesticate the wild animals in the shelter. That was no easy task, considering it consisted of big cats, wolves, and other dangerous hybrids that saw humans as a source of food.

“It’s not all that bad, I have a few allies there that keep me safe.”

The bunny hybrid, Momo, huffed and nibbled on your finger. “Wild hybrids will always be wild at the end of the day. Don’t be fooled, they’re only being nice to you so they can get what they want.”

“What do they want..?”

None of the hybrids seemed like they wanted to answer that particular question.

“Well… you all will be getting a new roommate this week. He’s had a tough time, so I hope you’ll remember that when I introduce you to him.”

They all glanced at one another. “We’ve all had a hard time, (Name). As long as he doesn’t attack us, we won’t do anything.”

If only you could promise such a thing. With Midnight, you weren’t so sure.

As you did some minor cleaning up around the building, you were approached by a hamster hybrid.

“Quinn? Something wrong?”

He looked down at his feet, his hands twisting and pulling at the hem of his shirt. “… it’s just…”

The man sighed, puffing out his chubby cheeks. “Isn’t it strange? Lately, you’ve been the only one visiting us every day.”

You blinked, pausing your work. “The only one..?”

“Mhm. Before, multiple female workers would come to check on us. Of course none of them were as personable as you. They came in, asked how we were doing and cleaned up, then left.”

That was rather confusing. You always remembered the entire place brimming with female employees. Though lately, it was rare to spot more than a handful in each building.

“I’m sure we must be short staffed at the moment. Are you looking for any employees in particular?”

He shook his head, looking up at you. “No, we don’t even know the names of the others.”

Quinn left after that, and you pushed that information aside for now. You’d ask your boss about it later, your work came first.

Though as you comforted a small parrot hybrid after a nightmare, you wondered if they had been receiving the same care from the other employees. You knew that there was only so much one person could do, and that everyone’s role to play was different…

But did they even ca-

You shook your head, carefully wiping away the hybrid’s tears before settling him down for a nap. You shouldn’t think about the shelter that way. When you started working there, you saw firsthand how draining it was to work with so many different hybrids.

Perhaps they were all taking a break, and a new rotation of employees would be coming in to fill in for them…

Once the parrot hybrid was asleep, you tiptoed out. The poor thing was nearly your age, but he still needed to be soothed to sleep. His beautiful feathers had been plucked out of stress, leaving bald patches that were covered up by a fluffy sweater.

You had a lot of things to do every day. Your job was to comfort, feed, play with, and socialize the hybrids and get them to the point they could either be adopted, get a job, or be reintroduced to the wild.

It was strange, though. Despite the fact the shelter encouraged each member to strive towards some sort of goal, none of the hybrids there had managed to achieve anything.

They stayed there, stagnant and bored out of their minds.

Perhaps they just needed a little push. That’s what your boss told you he needed you for. Most of the hybrid seemed to enjoy your presence and wanted to impress you!

As you moved towards the farm building, you wrote some notes next to each hybrid’s name.

“(Name), how’s it going?”

You jumped when you were embraced from behind, your cheeks turning red. “C-Cecil, you shouldn’t be outside of your building!”

The white tiger hybrid chuckled, purring as his large, rough tongue licked your hair. He always ended up giving you such a huge cowlick!

“Mmm, I just returned from the infirmary, actually.”

You immediately softened. Cecil had a number of health problems, stemming from the bad breeding conditions that white tiger hybrids were born from.

Although he looked like a beautiful white tiger hybrid with striking grey eyes, his vision was impaired and he suffered chronic aches and joint pain.

Cecil couldn’t live with the other wild hybrids due to his immune system deficiencies, so he stayed with hybrids like him with similar health problems.

“What did they say..?”

A purr left his throat. He knew bringing up his worsening health always meant a little extra time with you. “They think that the organ transplant is working well, and that I’ll be able to eat solid food again soon.”

“That’s great news!”

His cheeks warmed when you patted his head and gave his ears a scratch. “Go rest, okay? I’ll come check on you when I visit the sickbay.”

Cecil watched you go, clutching his chest. He hoped he’d live long enough to someday make you his.

Your next stop was the farm. Outside a few sheep and pig hybrids trotted about, gracing or lying atound in the sun. When they noticed you, they gathered at the fence.

“(Name), right now might not be the best time to… uh… go in there.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

The group glanced at one another, and you joined them in the grass. A young lamb curled up in your lap, suckling on one of your fingers as he napped.

In hushed whispers, the sheep across from you began to speak. “Well, no one has been by the farm to milk the bull and cow hybrids. They’re… uh… a bit testy right now.”

You heard a few off handed comments and complaints from your coworkers that had to take care of the cow and bull hybrids, but you never had any problems with them!

“It’s my job to ensure every hybrid here is comfortable, safe, and healthy. If no one else is here to milk them, I’m sure I can handle it.”

Though the other hybrids looked nervous, they didn’t stop you.

Your phone struggled to load the protocol for milking the cow and bull hybrids as you walked in. The sound of frustrated and pained groans could be heard from the back.

“Hello?”

The sounds stopped, an eerie silence falling over the barn. The sudden creaking of the back door slowly opening made you jump.

Before you could call out again, you were pulled into the back.

“(Name)… please… you have to help us!”

You felt arms wrapping around your body… and several long, wet things rubbing against you…

“Beau?”

Beau, one of the new cow hybrids that arrived last month mooed nervously. His eyes were full of tears, and his tongue gave your cheek a lick.

“No one has been by to milk us… it’s been two days, the bulls are angry and pent up, and…”

As he sniffled, you reached out to pet his head. “Hey, it’s okay. I came to take care of that for you. I used to milk cows with my grandpa, he had a farm.”

Beau blushed, his tail swaying. “W-well… with male cow and bull hybrids… it’s uhm… a little different.”

He slowly pulled back, and you finally got to see what was rubbing against you.

His fat cock was poking out, his balls heavy and swollen from the days he hadn’t been milked. It was all coming together now…

It took you a moment to gather your thoughts. You were a professional, and these hybrids were in obvious pain! You needed to take care of them, no matter now embarrassing it may be!

The arousal growing between your legs was the wordy part. It was making you horny, seeing so many cow hybrids desperate for your touch.

“They usually have a machine for us to g-get off with…” Beau murmured, twiddling his thumbs. “Sometimes we can even use it ourselves if we think we need to… but it’s gone.”

Being understaffed was one thing, but the disappearance of machinery that bettered the hybrids’ lives was… concerning. Where had it gone?

You sighed softly, the information finally loading on your phone ten minutes too late. A bucket was placed on the ground, and you slowly reached out to grab hold of Beau’s cock.

His hips bucked as you stroked his shaft carefully, aiming the tip towards the bucket. A whine left his throat, and with a few strokes he came.

The semen smelled like milk, but had a thicker and creamier texture. Your eyes were focused on the tip of his cock, how it oozed and twitched with every touch.

God, you just wanted to take it into your mouth and-

“Ahh, that’s so much better…” Beau said, interrupting your dirty thoughts. You blinked and your cheeks heated up as you let go of his softening cock.

“I’m… glad I could help.”

After milking every cow hybrid, you moved to the bull hybrids’ quarters. There were only three of them, since taking any more on may result in territorial behavior.

The moment you walked in, your skirt was lifted up and a cock was slipped between your thighs.

“Heard our (Name) was coming to milk us ourselves…” Brody cooed, already beginning to fuck your thighs.

“We’re way too big to jerk off, missy. We’ll be using these.”

The three took turns fucking your thighs, their thick cocks occasionally brushing against your wet panties. This wasn’t the correct protocol, what if someone saw? Would you be fired!?

Did you even care when you were hoping they’d pull your panties to the side and fill you with their milk instead of that bucket?

The bulls weren’t easy on you, leaving your thighs a sticky mess before it was all said and done with. You were almost disappointed they didn’t just go ahead and fuck you…

You left the barn, face burning with shame and arousal as you ran towards the staff building.

After a shower, you’d have to continue on with your duties…

If only you knew how your day would progress from there… you may have just gone home.

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[earanie]

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[heathermason6060]

Rick Grimes x F!Reader x Daryl Dixon Smut: And There was only One Bed

Warnings/Mentions: Smut, unprotected sex, jealous Rick, awkward inexperienced Daryl, dry humping, spooning sex, oral, handjobs (Daryl receiving), staying quiet/fear of being caught, Daryl pretending to be asleep

Summary: Rick, Daryl, and reader get caught out on a storm and take shelter in a small cabin. They're stuck there for the night, and you'll never guess what happens next. THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED

Notes: God this is so hot I don't care that the morals are questionable!!!! I need it more than anything I've ever needed before thank you for requesting anon

Being squished between a snoring Daryl and Rick's hard-on was not how you imagined your night going when you set out that morning.

It was supposed to be a cut and dry intel run. Scope out the new group nearby, learn a few things, maybe grab some supplies on your way back, but no, it's never that easy.

First off, you couldn't find the group. Aaron claimed they were composed of maybe forty people living in the nearby school, but the place was quiet when you'd checked it out.

Then, Rick's truck broke down. Dead battery. Daryl set out looking for one with enough juice to get you home when the first signs of a storm rolled in. Angry dark clouds and cold fat raindrops.

The only place nearby in walking distance was down a long gravel road. It was the smallest, but also the cutest, cabin you'd ever laid eyes on. It only had three rooms, one bedroom with a bathroom, and a large open living area that held a tiny kitchen and a couch with a fireplace.

“Get those windows boarded up.”

Rick was quick to spew out commands after the three of you busted through the front door, all wet and shivering. The wind was so strong it slammed the door closed behind you, blowing the curtains and causing stray paper to fly off their tables.

“Can't!” Daryl shouted. He stood behind you shielding his face from the rain shooting through the broken windows.

That's how you ended up in the bedroom. You sat shivering on the foot of the bed as Rick went through the dresser, looking for clothes to replace the soaking fabric you all wore.

Daryl slid the bedroom vanity in front of the door. He even went as far as to set the armchair on top of it.

“Can we just wait it out?” Your teeth clattered together as Rick tossed you a towel from the closet. You ruffled it in your hair and watched Daryl.

He was standing in front of the only window in the room, his arms crossed and his thumbnail between his teeth.

“Yeah, should ease up soon.” Rick sat on the bed opposite from you, drying his arms and hair with his own towel.

“Naw.” Daryl muttered. He finally turned away from the window and began drying himself. “Gonna be a few hours, at least.”

You furrowed your brows, looking down in your lap. This was quite the predicament. Stuck in a bedroom with two men, one you barely knew and were pretty sure hated you.

The other… Well, you weren't sure what Rick was to you.

Daryl wasn't right, but he wasn't wrong either. The storm did continue for a few hours, but it also didn't show any signs of stopping.

You glanced down at your watch and felt your heart drop. It was seven pm, and the sun would be setting very soon. Not that you could see much outside anyways, the clouds were thick and covered a majority of the sky.

Your voice broke the long streak of silence.

“Are we gonna have to stay here tonight?”

Rick and Daryl had known the answer to that question two hours prior. Neither of them wanted to be the ones to say it, but their lack of direct answers filled you in enough. Rick looked down at his revolver and Daryl continued staring out the window.

“Fuck.” You groaned, sitting back down on the bed. “I promised Maggie we'd watch season two of True Blood tonight.”

“That dog fucker show?” Daryl muttered around his cigarette. He was leaning against the wall next to the window, legs crossed at the ankles, cleaning under his nails with the blade of his knife.

“No Daryl, there's no dog fucking.” You sighed and he just mumbled in response, not looking up from his fingers.

Rick had made himself busy trying to prepare the room for the night.

He'd found a few hurricane lanterns and set two up on the bedside tables, and began anxiously ‘cleaning’. The room only had the bed, dresser, and bedside tables, so there wasn't much he could do besides look in the same drawers over and over.

At some point he went into the small bathroom and shut the door. He stayed there for a couple minutes, doing god knows what.

There were a few clothing items left by the previous owners. Daryl and Rick got some raggedy sweatpants, shirts full of holes that were a little too small for them. You were stuck with a massive piss yellow sweater and the ugliest pair of basketball shorts.

Anything was better than your soaking rags.

The storm had eased up a bit, but that didn't do much in terms of easing your boredom. The sun had long since set, your watch read ten-thirty, and neither man was very talkative.

“I'll take first watch.” Daryl was the first to speak in a while.

“No. I'll do it.” Rick protested. He'd been cleaning his revolver for the last thirty minutes. “I can't sleep anyway.”

“Yeah, well. Neither can I.”

You'd found a box of random items under the bed and had been looking through them while they bickered. A dead Gameboy, random PlayStation controllers, a few comic books, pieces to Monopoly, and an array of broken crayons. There was a pen and a notepad though, so you started drawing a caricature of Daryl.

Angry eyebrows, a cigarette that was half his height in his frowning mouth, and a speech bubble filled with hash tags for explicatives.

“Hey.” You nudged Rick's knee with your elbow. He sat on the bed above where you were, cross-legged on the floor next to your box of bullshit.

He looked down at the paper you showed him, and for the first time that day you saw his lips twitching up into a smirk. His eyes trailed over the paper and he grabbed it from you, bringing it up closer to his face.

“Is that Daryl?” He questioned, and you nodded, a grin splitting across your face.

“That's good.” Rick nodded, shrugging his mouth. “You got a real talent. Looks just like him.”

Daryl was too bored to hide his interest, so he stood from his spot under the bedroom window and walked over to you. He grabbed the notepad from Rick, and you could see his eyes narrowing as he tried to make out your scribbles in the dim lighting.

“Yeah?” Daryl looked up when he heard the two of you stifling giggles and laughter. “Think that's funny? Gimme that.” He snatched the pen from your hands and flipped the page, sitting down on the dresser and scribbling furiously.

The pad was tossed in your lap a minute later. Your eyes widened on the drawing.

It was obviously you. You had on the same sweater, but it went down to your feet instead of your knees, and you were standing beside a cat. The only problem was, the cat was three times taller than you, and you had the ugliest expression on your face. Your mouth hung open and you were nagging the cat about scratching up the furniture. It was based on a scenario that had happened the day before, with your cat back home, Daisy, who you had caught shredding the living room couch.

“Dude, what am I? Two inches tall?” You laughed, handing the paper to Rick. He covered his mouth to hide the smile, but you saw it through his fingers and stood to give him a shove.

“Right, sorry. Drew ya too big. Hold on.” Daryl came over and drew a new stick figure of you so small that it was the size of a real ant.

“Ooookay, fuck you.”

Daryl dogged the small notepad you'd tossed at his face, and started laughing. Actually laughing. Your smile grew softer as he and Rick began to joke. It had been a while since you'd seen either of them behave in such a lighthearted manner. It made the bare bedroom seem not so cold.

Eventually the curtains were drawn and the lanterns dimmed considerably. You'd claimed the only spot on the bed that wasn't lumpy or sunken, which just so happened to be the middle.

No other reason, promise.

For the sake of his joints, Daryl had given up trying to sit on the hard floor and joined you on the bed, claiming the side closest to the window. He'd made sure to put distance between you, so much so that he was nearly hanging off the edge.

Rick had a little more resolve than the other man and stood by the window for a bit, occasionally peeking out the heavy curtains to see the same amount of darkness as before.

“Thank god you showered this morning.” Rick grunted as he sat down on your left, knocking his boots together before he brought his legs up on the bed.

“Me?” You blurted immediately, already feeling the tiniest but of anxiety, Rick never teased you like that. He saved that for the men.

He gave a toothy grin and shook his head. “No. Him.” He pointed over your body to Daryl, who was smoking his third cigarette of the night. “Carol made him take his monthly shower after he came home covered in coyote blood.”

You giggled, glancing over at Daryl.

“Yeah. Laugh it up.” Daryl took a deep drag.

You kicked off your shoes and sat upright, taking off those god awful shorts while the two men continued to playfully insult each other.

Rick caught himself going quiet when he saw you pulling the shorts down your thighs, his mouth drying at the sight. Daryl quickly shot him a look, dragging his attention away from your now bare legs and back onto him.

You didn't notice a thing, but you wished you had. Maybe you'd have started grinding against him earlier that night.

You were the first to fall asleep, to no one's surprise. There were little things that you loved more in life than sleeping.

Curled up underneath the sheets that you'd checked twenty times for bugs, sleep came quick and easy for you.

The sweater you were wearing had become incredibly uncomfortable so you swapped it for Rick's hole ridden T-shirt, leaving him shirtless. The image of his bare chest and the muscles in his back almost gave you enough adrenaline to stay up the entire night, but Daryl's soft breathing and Rick's body heat beside you tugged you unconscious.

Rick was next to give in, he'd kicked his boots off and climbed under the sheets with you, not before sliding a pillow between your bodies, more for your consideration than his modesty. He didn't give a shit, but he was worried you might.

Daryl was last, and by complete accident. He'd meant to take the first watch but the sounds of rain on the roof, gentle thunder outside, and your soft breathing beside him had him out like a light.

Two hours went by before something woke Rick up. The feeling of pressure against his crotch.

He opened his eyes, blinking a few times in a struggle to see, but the room was too dark to immediately recognize his surroundings.

Once he remembered where he was he relaxed. He closed his eyes again and almost fell back to sleep when he felt it.

A gentle nudge of something soft and plush against him, something that made him well aware of the situation in his sweatpants. He was painfully erect.

His eyes opened again, but the room was no easier to see in. He could still hear the sounds of quiet rain and wind, and the new sound of Daryl's soft snoring.

Then you whimpered.

It was quiet, barely audible, and whiny. You were squirming in your sleep, the pillow between the two of you now between your knees, separating them to prevent the annoying feeling of bone on bone.

Your ass moved back against him again. He pulled his hips back, his dick immediately complaining about the loss of contact with a slight twitch. He clenched his teeth together and closed his eyes, willing himself to fall back asleep.

Think about cold showers. You're taking a cold shower, he thought, taking deep breaths. Cold cold shower. She's in a cold shower--- raw potatoes, grub worms, rotten walker flesh, her flesh, her ass is only a few inches away, snug in those cute boyshort underwear-

Daryl let out a sudden louder snort, startling Rick out of his thoughts. His eyes snapped open, only closing once he heard the earlier gentle snores return.

Your movements stilled and he was able to sleep once again, not without an iron will mindset.

You weren't sure how long you'd been sleeping when you woke up. You checked your watch, seeing the green glowing hands pointed at the twelve and nine.

It was only twelve forty-five.

You sighed.

The room had grown colder as the night went on, cold air seeping through the thin cracks in the walls and floorboards.

As a result of said colder temperature, Daryl had moved closer to you, be that in his sleep or on purpose, you didn't know. All you knew was he was there on your right side, his bicep warm and pressed against your upper chest.

Rick had also moved closer. So close, in fact, that his hand was on your waist, resting there like it was the most natural thing in the world to do. Your heart sped up when you realized this, and when he pulled you closer in his sleep you almost gasped.

He was hard.

Like, really hard.

You could feel it behind his sweatpants pressed right into your ass. His breathing was slow and deep, letting you know that he was definitely asleep, not that the knowledge did much to stop the arousal filling your chest.

You couldn't stop the whimper that sounded deep in your throat. Daryl's snoring covered it, or you thought it did. Rick stirred behind you and you heard the sound of him sniffing sleepily.

He had to be awake, you were sure of it. His breathing had become quiet, much different than the sounds of someone who was deep in sleep. He made no move to pull his hand away from your hip, confusing you even further.

Maybe he wasn't awake.

A lightbulb went off. You wiggled your hips, very slightly, only a few millimeters side to side. It was enough to gain a reaction from him, which let you know that he was definitely awake.

Rick's grip tightened on your hip.

Then he pushed into you.

There was nothing you could've done to prepare yourself for that kind of response. You sucked in a breath and felt your pussy throb. It was such a faint and quick movement, but you could vividly feel the shape of his dick pressing against your ass.

You heard movement behind you, the sound of his stubble scraping across his pillow as he moved his lips to your ear, speaking barely above a whisper.

“Stay still.”

Your eyes flicked to Daryls face.

You could barely see the outline of his head illuminated in moonlight thanks to the parting clouds. His nose pointed up at the ceiling, his lips parted as he breathed.

A wave of heat traveled through your body, starting in your chest and shooting down to your core. You felt that flipping sensation in your lower stomach and you whimpered again, rubbing your thighs together.

Rick inhaled deeply through his nose at the action. His hand shifted upwards, moving over your hip and splaying over the curve of your waist. He could feel you pressed against him, even if you weren't moving, and it made him groan faintly.

The sound of him groaning sent another spark through your core. You couldn't help it, you arched your back just enough to feel friction. You were too weak willed.

“Sweetheart.” He breathed, his forehead resting against the back of your hair to try and steady himself. “You gotta stop, please.”

He hated how desperate and wrecked the whispered words came from his lips. Hated how his dick was aching in his boxer briefs.

Hated how he was just as weak willed as you, his hips moving forward in a way that betrayed his words and stomped them in the mud.

You couldn't understand why you were so unbearably aroused. You weren't a teenager going through puberty. You've had partners.

Sure, you had a little admiration-fueled crush on the two men, but the way your body was behaving was animalistic. Your heart felt like it was going to burst through your chest and your pussy was soaked.

If only you had your vibrator that was back in Alexandria, you'd orgasm in five seconds, you knew that for a fucking fact.

Daryl muttered a nonsensical sentence in his sleep, his head lolling over in the direction of the window. His right arm rose to lay over his chest, and his left leg spread out in your direction.

His knee bumped against the top of your thighs, almost slipping between them.

You could've screamed.

You tried to stay still, really, you did. But the feeling of Rick pushing against you again, Daryl's knee nudging between your thighs, it was impossible. You moved your hips, intending on just pushing back against Rick but your action also succeeded in grinding down right on Daryl's knee.

Rick could feel resistance in your movement but his mind couldn't focus on anything but the feel of your plush ass pressing against his dick.

His blood ran cold at the sound of Daryl mumbling in his sleep again. He held his breath, waiting with baited breath to see if he'd stir awake.

Relief flooded his body after a moment of silence, and he pressed his face back into your hair. There was still a faint smell of shampoo or conditioner despite the earlier rain. The feminine smell made his dick twitch and he flexed his jaw.

You were caught between excitement and horror. Daryl's knee was wedged right between your thighs, and occasionally it would jerk up against you. Each time it would make you fight away a gasp, and make your clit throb.

Daryl was definitely asleep, right? If he woke up he'd roll over on his side, right? There was no way he was awake, pushing his knee right up against your pussy, right?

You reached down to grab Rick's hand, which was still resting against your waist, gripping onto his fingers for support. His fingers curled around your own and sent butterflies in your stomach at the feeling of comfort.

He hated himself for all of it, but in the moment, he felt like he didn't care. His hips rocked against yours, once, twice, the need to get relief clouding all judgment he was capable of having.

You couldn't help yourself either. Your eyes fluttered shut and you rolled your hips, soft and slow, against Rick's bulge and Daryl's knee. You'd tried several times to push it away, wiggle back further into Rick, but it was like there was a goddamn super magnet attached to your clit and his knee cap.

You bit down hard against your lip, trying to keep your voice from escaping. Everything felt so good, Rick dry humping his heart out, your clit buzzing, it all felt so overwhelmingly amazing that you hadn't even noticed Daryl's snoring was no longer present.

In the end, it wasn't enough, Rick was being too cautious. You needed more, just a little bit. You pushed back hard against him and heard his breath hitch in his throat. His hand gripped yours so tight it almost hurt, and he leaned into your ear.

“Movin’ too much. Stop.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. You shook your head, your lip trembling between your teeth.

“Can't.” You breathed. You physically couldn't stop, you knew that and Rick knew that. You were both so close to relief, you'd already gotten this far, there was no point in stopping now. No going back.

Rick swallowed hard as he felt his resolve break at the way you and your body pleaded. It was all he needed. His hips moved a bit faster, a bit rougher. His hand left yours and grabbed the string of his sweatpants, fingertips pinching the ends, hesitating only for a second before he pulled.

Time seemed to literally freeze when you felt him digging his cock out behind you. Your heart stopped, your breathing stopped, and so did the grinding of your pelvis. You couldn't think. It was suddenly all too very real.

You didn't expect Rick to do something like this. The dry humping, sure. He was horny and it wasn't really that big of a deal. But this? Tugging down your underwear? Spitting on his hand and stroking his dick to get it wet for you? It felt like a dream and way too terrifying at the same time.

“Sweetheart…” His hot breath against your ear snapped you back to reality. “You… you gotta be quiet, okay? Promise?”

You'd never nodded so quickly and eagerly in your life. Your heart felt like it was literally up in your throat. The tight knot in your core became more and more taut, and it trembled when you felt the hot tip of his wet dick bump between your folds.

Rick nearly came when he felt how wet you were. It was mind blowing, you were fucking soaked. The hot lube was covering your pussy and trailing down the side of your ass, reaching his hip bone.

You inhaled deeply when you felt him start to push in. You'd think with how wet you were it would be easy, but your muscles were wound tight due to the nearly paralyzing fear of possibly waking Daryl.

There was a bit of self disgust when you felt the weight of reality sinking in. The absolute pathetic degeneracy of what you were doing with Daryl right next to you.

That self disgust faded when Rick pushed into you.

Rick swallowed a groan as his cock dug up into you, your walls hot and soft and squeezing the life out of him. He could feel how nervous you were so he slipped an arm over your side, his hand reaching for your own again.

You moaned.

His hand broke from your grip and clamped over your mouth. Neither of you moved for a solid minute.

It was the longest minute in history. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, your clit throbbing so hard you thought it was going to have its own little heart attack.

Your thighs absentmindedly squeezed against Daryl's knee, and you were sure you'd start crying.

Finally, Rick began moving. His breathing was growing heavy behind your head, his face burying back into the mess of hair in front of him.

His movements were slow at first. Tantalizingly slow. He waited until he was sure you could stay quiet before picking up the pace.

Your eyes had adjusted a fair amount in the darkness. You looked up to Daryl, finding comfort when you saw his eyes were still closed, but he'd stopped snoring long ago.

You dismissed it and grabbed onto the wrist of the hand covering your mouth, gripping tight for support.

Your right hand slipped under the sheets to rest on your thigh, but instead landed on Daryl's lower thigh. He must've been a very heavy sleeper, because he didn't react to it beyond the muscles tensing under your palm.

The sound that escaped Rick's lips had your eyes rolling back into your head. A trembling whimper. His movements grew quicker and deeper, his dick dragging your walls against him, pulling out every drop of arousal he could and thrusting it back in.

Your mind spun as all thoughts left your brain. There was nothing going on up there anymore, just dark blackness, the feeling of Rick fucking you taking over your conscious body.

His hand grabbed yours, the one on Daryl's knee, and pulled it away from you, to the right.

When your fingers brushed up against something warm and soft, you didn't question it. You didn't even question his fingers moving yours to wrap around his dick.

Your eyes shot open.

Rick's dick was still inside you. His right hand was still on your mouth, his left on the small of your back.

Daryl's eyes were open, and looking right into yours.

You went to jerk your hand away out of reflex, but his grip was tight, forcing your fingers to stay wrapped around his thick cock. Your eyes flew over him, fighting to understand what was happening, when had he woken up? Just then? Or was he awake when he pushed his knee between your thighs?

The orgasm that came out of nowhere pushed all those questions aside.

You moaned against Rick's hand as you came, no longer trying to be quiet, no longer trying to keep your hips still. Your thighs clamped down on Daryl's knee, grinding rough and quick.

Much to Rick's absolute heart-stopping horror.

He tried to muffle your moans, forcing his hand down painfully hard on your mouth, but it did little. He bared his teeth near your ear and hissed for you to stop, the sound sharp and jarring as it came through his clenched teeth, but then his eyes landed on the scene over your body.

Daryl using your hand to stroke his dick. Daryl with his other arm bent behind his head, his face tilted to the side to watch your expressions with parted lips.

It took Rick a few seconds to recover from the near heart attack. He almost lost his boner from the heart dropping adrenaline, but your wet walls spasming around him coaxed his hips forward.

Now that you didn't need to be quiet you pulled Rick's hand off your mouth and gasped down a lungful of air. Your mouth was hot and dry, and it was hard to swallow.

You couldn't take your eyes off Daryl, his eyes, the eyes that hadn't left your face since he woke up.

God, he was unbelievably sexy. The way he was so responsive to your touch led you to believe your hand might possibly be the first hand to touch his dick other than his own.

He grunted softly, his eyes finally falling shut after you gently squeezed the base of his dick. You'd be content to get him off with one hand like you had been for the past few minutes, but you couldn't resist the urge to give him his first hand job and blowjob.

“Up.” You panted. You curled your finger at Daryl, pointing up. He happily obliged and sat upright, scooting up towards the headboard until his lap was right in front of your face.

He seemed absolutely thrilled, ecstatic even. His once heavy eyes were now wide open, watching every move you made as you shifted your upper half so your mouth could reach his dick.

Rick was still thrusting with hesitation when you moved. He watched you lick broad stripes on the underside of Daryl's dick, and he couldn't help but glance at his face to see his reaction.

Mouth hanging open, eyes clenched tightly shut, his expression almost looked pained. His hands had found their way to your hair, gripping two handfuls as he began trying to move your head for you.

You slapped his hands away and grabbed his wrists, an action that had his eyes opening and looking down at you.

“Don't.” Your hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of his tip. He pinched both his lips shut between his teeth, nodding quickly, a shaky closed-lip moan rattling in his throat.

Rick finally got ahold of himself and grabbed your hips to turn your lower half on your stomach. He kept his dick inside you as he slid on top of you, his knees spreading to rest on either side of your thighs.

You were taking Daryl's head past your lips when Rick suddenly fucked you like he'd been wanting to the entire time. Both his hands rested on the small of your back, pushing your hips down into the mattress with all his weight to keep them firmly in place.

You gasped around Daryl at the feeling of Rick pounding into you from above. It was a comically drastic change from only five minutes before when he thought Daryl was asleep.

Daryl's wrists flexed in your hands where you had them pressed against his lower stomach. You knew he was only keeping them there in your grasp because he allowed it, and not because you were somehow strong enough to keep even a single wrist of his in your fist, let alone two.

It took a lot of effort on Rick's part to actually finish. Having Daryl in the room when you fucked was one thing, but having him making all that noise just from your mouth was another.

He was honestly more surprised that Daryl actually enjoyed sex acts than the fact he was engaging in them with him in the room. With no one other than you, a girl he almost never saw him interact with.

Rick had assumed Daryl simply wasn't interested. Incorrectly assumed.

Either way, having Daryl only a few feet away from him while he had his dick inside you was something he wasn't sure he enjoyed. But the way you clenched around him every time he pulled back was enough to make him forget about it.

Daryl was struggling to keep himself together. He had no point of reference, but he thought you were incredibly talented at giving head. You were giving it your all, sucking and licking like your life depended on it. It was impressive how well you were managing to concentrate on blowing him with Rick making such a mess of your pussy.

You couldn't be happier. You knew there were so many women back in Alexandria that would kill to be in your position, lying in front of the Daryl Dixon, lying under the Rick Grimes, both of their dicks inside you.

“Wa-wait.” Daryl suddenly sputtered and ripped his wrists from your hands to cup the sides of your face, giving a few gentle slaps with the tips of his fingers.

You looked up, not taking your mouth off of him. His expression made your pussy clench around Rick and he groaned behind you, the sound raw and deep. He shifted his hips and ground down against you, quick and rough, his tip jabbing deep inside you.

The ragged moan you let out reverberated through Daryl, and the hand you had around his base gave a trembling squeeze.

“M’boutta, Jesus! Hey, oh, godfuckindamnit-” Daryl's jaw dropped and his eyes rolled back, his head tipping backwards as he made that same pained expression and came down your throat.

Your hips were roughly jerked up from the bed, shoving you back on Rick's dick, and then his hands slipped under your armpits to pull up your top half.

It was hard to stay upright, but thankfully Rick was generous enough to provide you the luxury of his hands tight against your tits, keeping your back flush against his chest.

Oh, it was a goddamn shame Daryl had just come. The sight in front of him was something he knew millions would pay- no, kill- to see. You looked breathtaking. Rick had taken your shirt off some time ago, leaving you completely bare as you kneeled in front of Daryl.

He forgot to breathe as he watched your face, slack in pleasure. You were struggling to keep your eyes open and on him, something that made his softening cock twitch. All that struggling just to look at someone like him? The hell did he deserve to have someone like you looking at him like that?

Rick deserved praise for the way he supported your weight with just his hands, keeping your entire upper half pressed against his chest while he fucked you in desperate effort to finally get off. His dick felt raw from how long he'd been at it, his balls throbbing from the delayed orgasm, it was a wonder he was able to keep himself upright, let alone you.

“Daryl.” The way you whimpered his name made his cock jump back to life, and he pushed himself up on his elbows to look up at you, eager to obey whatever it was you were about to ask.

“Yeah?” He rasped as he stared up at you.

You'd placed your hands over Rick's and moved his fingers over your nipples, which he was pinching and rolling, something he understood without you even needing to ask.

“Touch me, please.”

You didn't need to ask twice. Daryl inched down the bed and kept himself propped up on one elbow, his other arm sliding over his chest to reach your clit.

Rick decided at that moment he definitely didn't like threesomes. Feeling you twist and hearing you moan due to Daryl's thumb rubbing against you made his chest and face hot, a childish reaction considering you and Rick were not a thing, and certainly not an exclusive thing.

He just wasn't good at sharing.

The silly jealousy led to him putting his all into pleasing you. His thrusts became slower but deeper, more forceful, knocking out a gravely groan from your throat with each one. His hands left your breasts to tangle in your hair, pulling it up into a makeshift ponytail with his fist being the hair tie.

Your skin buzzed when he pressed his face into your neck to plant sloppy kisses. He bit down and you whined, arching your back against him and tilting your head to the side to provide him better access.

Unlike Rick, Daryl didn't have a care in the world. His mind was completely blank as he stared up at you above him, oblivious to the way his thumb cramped from the constant circles he rubbed into you.

“C'mere.” You breathed, wrapping your fingers in Daryl's hair to urge him up and guide his mouth to your nipples.

Daryl's eagerness to please was one of the hottest things you'd ever witnessed. He took your right nipple in his mouth and went to town like his life depended on it.

He flexed his tongue, digging the firm and wet muscle around your bud, circling it the same way his thumb now circled your clit.

Your orgasm came screeching out of nowhere.

You cried out and gripped Daryl's head tighter, pulling his mouth firm against your breast as you came.

The feeling of your walls squeezing the life out of his cock finally brought about Rick's own climax.

He wrapped his fist around the hair bundled in his grasp and tugged your head to the side, baring your neck to his itching teeth, and clamped down as he gave a rough thrust.

You'd failed to notice that at some point Daryl had grown hard again, only noticing when he let out a ragged moan into your wet chest.

Your bleary eyes found him and caught sight of his hand quickly jerking himself. There was the flash of thick cum spurting out, long ropes coating the inside of your thighs.

“Fuck.” You slurred. Now that was the new hottest thing you'd ever seen.

Rick's teeth released their grip on your neck. He pulled back and let his head droop back as he caught his breath, his shoulders heaving with deep and ragged pants. He became aware of how uncomfortably sweaty he was. His chest and back felt soaked, and he dropped your hair to pull away from you.

You heard Rick plop down on the bed behind you, the springs creaking from his sudden weight dropping on it all at once. You were too busy admiring Daryl to pay attention to it.

There was a lazy smile on your face, your eyes half lidded and glued to his face. Even though the room was dark you were sure you could see how red his cheeks were. His lips were glossy and parted as he took in deep breaths, still wet from drooling all over your tits.

He could barely keep his eyes open, and with the way you had one hand cupping his face, the other brushing back his sweaty hair, he wasn't sure he wanted to. The sweet way you were looking down at him was just too hard to look away from.

The next morning wasn't as awkward as one would think, even though it was obvious Rick was having some internal battle on the ethics of what he'd done the night before. He'd never been in a situation where he knew he really shouldn't be doing something like that, so his lack of restraint was new knowledge he'd have to ponder over.

Daryl couldn't give any less of a fuck, that morning he gave you the whole princess treatment. Grabbing your now dry clothes, your bag, your shoes, and bringing them to you. Offered you the last of his water and opened every door you came across for you. He didn't say much at all, much like Rick, but his mood was clearly the exact opposite.

It was so sweet it made your heart ache.

“Hey.” Rick pulled you aside after you finally got back home, shooting Daryl a look to give the two of you privacy.

“Hi.” You smiled. The stern look on his face was cute.

“What we did-”

“Don't.” You stopped him, giving the man a tired smile. “It was the sexiest thing I've ever done and I'm fine with it being a one time thing, but don't ruin it and tell me it was wrong.”

“I wasn't going to say that.” His gaze had softened, but he still looked down at you with his hands on his hips like a disappointed authority figure. “I just don't want you to think it's okay to bring up if we're all alone again.”

“I'm not stupid.” You snorted, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. “Won't bring it up again.”

He sighed in frustration, trying not to roll his eyes but failing. “No, it ain't that either. Let's just- next time,” your eyes widened, “not be as spontaneous.”

You grinned. “Alright. You got it.”

Daryl was nowhere near as reserved about the experience. You could understand Rick's point of view, conservative family man, that was probably the most extreme thing he'd ever done in bed. But Daryl, oh, you'd just changed his fucking world.

“Pst.”

You stopped in front of the bathroom to see Daryl nodding you over, lighting a cigarette as he stood near the door to his room.

“Hi.” You smiled after approaching him.

“You okay?”

You beamed at the question, shifting your pile of clothes in your arms. “Yeah, I'm okay. Are you?”

He nodded as he took the first pull, turning his head to blow the smoke away from your face. “Is, uh…” He nodded his head to the front door, where Rick still stood on the porch talking to a few people. “He alright?”

“He's fine.”

“Alright. Good.” He shifted awkwardly. He cleared his throat, looking down at the cherry on his cigarette before bringing it back up to his lips. “That somethin' you wanna do again?”

You pursed your lips in an attempt to hide the ecstatic smile that threatened to embarrass you, and nodded.

He let out a breath that sounded like a laugh of relief and disbelief. There were a few seconds of silence, his eyes darting between his cigarette and your face. “With me?”

“Of course. Maybe next time just you.” You turned to head back to the bathroom but quickly turned on your heel and walked back to him. “Daryl? When did you,” you struggled to get the words out, ironic considering how bold youd been the night before, “you know, wake up?”

“Oh.” He grunted, his ears burning. “Dunno. While before.”

You felt a mix of embarrassment and relief. So he had pushed his knee between your legs on purpose. The thought had your stomach flipping and your face getting warm, so you gave a quick and polite smile before running off to the bathroom.

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