#I want a continuation of this in S2 I NEED IT PLEASE

[human-ithink17]

my silly little raw thoughts on that teaser/trailer/date announcement thingy

OMG will and joyce heart to heart!!!! my babies, I'm so happy for them. Also, almost lost my shit when I saw will for the first time. Something about him looking so old makes me wanna cry. they've all been through so much 😭😭😭

OKAYYYYY!!!! joyce with her axe, yess. lol, everyone in the back just looks so confused. I know FOR SURE robin is freaking out. they def in the barn and is that derek? (idk any of these new kids names, omg please don't tell me they are just a set up for a spin off). that is def will behind joyce imitating a stick man, and is that mikey i see behind him? (please, this is all the byler crumbs i got, please say it do be true)

oh poor holly. karen being in this makes me think her disappearance is with karen. after seeing this I am kind of changing my mind about the wheeler that disappears (especially because holly is seen with mike and will but i don't remember (i may be wrong) seeing karen in the leaks)

OMFGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!! look at max's little drawing up there 😭😭😭😭😭 so cuteee. also, lucas is playing hounds of dogs for her. omg he's so precious. max mayfield, you are so loved.

idk what to say. the only place i could think with that ugly ass floor is the hospital but they are in the upside down so they can literally be anywhere. dustin and steve duo still going strong tho. that's cool, ig

WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO MY BABYYYYY???????? is that the army base? only place i can think it would be. my best guess is whatever possessed henry is trying to get into el, but tbh this could actually be anything. hop and el scenes tho? LOVE! especially a comfort scene. make my babies happy

more hop and el YIPEEEEE (at least i think that is them). in the upside down is cool. My theory (as of now) is that is the heart of the upside down. i think that it is what possessed henry, but idk. probs the key to saving the world or whatever (idk why i'm acting like this isn't making me go feral but...)

OKAYYYYY, one of the things I wanted to talk about the most. IDK who those kids are (other than derek), but we LOVEEE protective mike. where are they? idk. what are they scared of? idk. It doesn't look like will is doing too hot. maybe he overexerted his powers??? anyways, it looks to me that joyce is more carrying him than just protecting him (perhaps a mike carrying will like in s2 again later in this scene?)

okay, last thing. well, now we know for sure who screamed. anyways, the way will is trembling reminds me of when he was possessed. this ain't good no matter how you look at it tho. they need to stop tourting my boy

ofc, i also have to say i love all the will centric stuff (especially because to my byler-ridden brain that means that main character gets the boy, yk?). he deserves to be front and center yet it is also pretty worrying.

have been freaking out since this thing dropped and probably will continue 😁😁😁

[pityfiesta]

kind of relieved [REDACTED] got cancelled the second season was not good : (

[onceinablueberrymoon]

intentionally by chance | husband!salesman x pregnant!reader

part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | series masterlist scenario: a month after seeing the salesman on his way to the airport, gi-hun returns to that subway station every day, hoping to find the salesman and confront him. this is where you come in. setting: takes place after the events of season 1, but before gi-hun hires the loan shark group to search for the salesman warnings: deception; pregnant!reader; no use of y/n; second person POV word count: 1.3k notes: salesman fluff! ♡ this guy’s been plaguing my thoughts for weeks now, so i had to write about him. my first fic in years! i like to think that S1 salesman is more chill than in S2. please enjoy! borders by @strangergraphics-archive

“Excuse me… Can you please help me?”

The red-haired man, who was perusing the endless options of cup ramyeon, turned in your direction, but remained planted a few feet away from you. 

“Me?” He pointed at himself.

You nodded, adjusting the items you were holding in your arms. “Can you grab me that cup of ramyeon from the shelf? I’d get it, but my hands are full…” 

The man walked over and retrieved your cup of ramyeon. As he handed it to you, he noticed your pronounced bump under your sweater and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Miss, you’re in no condition to be carrying so much. Please, let me help you bring it to the checkout.”

With your approval, he unloaded the rest of your snacks into his arms. The two of you walked to the register, where you insisted on paying for his own cup of ramyeon. You suggested eating the ramyeon at one of the tables outside the subway station’s convenience store, but he insisted on sitting on a bench on the subway platform. 

“Is there a particular reason you wanted to eat here? It’s not the most ideal dining spot…” You slurped your noodles happily. The man ate slowly, popping his head up every so often and eyeing his surroundings carefully. 

“I’m… looking for something. Nothing you should worry yourself with,” he continued to eat his food while you gave him a skeptical look.

“Perhaps I could help? Well, as long as I don’t have to move very much,” you chuckled, patting your stomach. He gave you a soft smile before changing the topic. 

“Shouldn’t your husband be buying you food instead of you coming to get it yourself?” He gestured to your bag of snacks, and you giggled.

“My husband buys me all the food I want, but sometimes I just want to get out of the house! It’s no fun being cooped up all day,” you sighed. The man nodded in understanding. 

“It’s also nice to talk to other people, like you,” you smiled at him. He returned your smile, but then his eyebrows shot up when a sharp smack echoed throughout the platform. 

The man jumped up, his cup ramyeon forgotten on the bench. You turned to see where the noise had come from, only to find a group of students huddled around another student who had dropped their textbooks on the ground. From what you could hear, it seemed like they were holding them for a friend but couldn’t handle the weight.

The red-haired man froze for a few seconds, then sat back down, heaving a big sigh. 

“Are you alright, sir? There’s nothing to worry about – it was just some books that fell.” You tried to comfort the man in some way, but he brushed the incident off. 

“I’m fine. It just… reminded me of something,” he tried his best to give you a reassuring smile, but it didn’t convince you. “Don’t worry about me. Please eat,” he gestured to your unfinished ramyeon, “you need strength for your baby.”

The rest of your time together was pleasant, but you were still not convinced that the man’s reaction was nothing. You both finished your noodles, disposing the packaging and your utensils before parting ways. 

Once you returned home, you put the remaining snacks away and settled on the sofa. There were still a few hours before your husband was due home. You got yourself comfortable, curled up under a blanket, and drifted off to sleep.

“Rough day?”

You cracked open your eyes. All you could see was a blurry grey shape, but you already knew who it was. 

Blinking your eyes a few times, your husband’s handsome face came into focus, with his usually crisp grey suit looking a bit creased. His usual smirk graced his face as he looked down at you on the sofa.

“I should be asking you that. What happened to your suit?” You sat up and he sat down next to you, leaning his head on your shoulder.

“One prospective player became violent when he lost at ddakji for the 20th time in a row. Of course, I was able to subdue him, but it took more effort than usual,” your husband tried to press down a crease on his sleeve, but to no avail. He rested a hand on your rounded belly, gently rubbing circles with his fingers.

“How was today? I trust you succeeded in your mission?” 

You scoffed, “He was exactly where you said he’d be. I was able to have a conversation with him. We even ate ramyeon together for lunch!” 

Your husband turned to face you, an eyebrow raised. “You ate ramyeon together?” He gave a small pout, “I thought I was the only one you ate ramyeon with.”

Immediately, your face flustered as you explained yourself, “Hey, you know that I would never cheat!” Then, you scoffed, “We ate cup ramyeon, alright? Not whatever fantasy you’re imagining in that head of yours.” He laughed, pecking you on the cheek.

“Oh, but I have some exciting news,” you said with a sparkle in your eyes. “He’s still looking for you. And he’s basically gone mad trying to find you.” This caught your husband’s attention.

“While we were eating, there was a loud noise. Turned out that a kid dropped their books. But Gi-hun didn’t know that. He shot up so fast I swear I thought he was possessed!” 

Your husband seemed to take in your findings carefully, continuing his circles on your bump as if they helped him focus. 

“He wouldn’t tell me what he was looking for, but he specifically wanted us to sit on the subway platform, so I think it’s safe to say he’s searching for you.” Your husband had previously informed you that he had spotted a player he had already recruited at the Incheon Airport subway station, albeit with flaming red hair. After talking with the Frontman, he confirmed that Seong Gi-hun was indeed the winner of the 33rd edition of the Games. 

Once you shared the rest of your intel with your husband, you let out a big sigh. 

“Should I meet with Gi-hun again? It’d be useful to know his location and I could maybe gather more info,” you looked at your husband who had since sat up, but he didn’t take his hand off your bump. 

He pondered your question for a moment. “While I would benefit from knowing his whereabouts, I’m more afraid of something happening to you,” his voice sounded strained. “I wouldn’t be there to protect you and our child.” 

You leaned onto his shoulder, resting a hand on top of his on your belly. “We’ll be fine. If anything, Gi-hun was also concerned for me because of the baby,” you winked. “Maybe they’re the key to earning his trust.” 

Your husband’s lips tightened into a straight line. While he wasn’t happy that you would spend time with someone who clearly despised him, you were right — your pregnancy would lower Gi-hun’s defenses. You knew how much your husband’s schedule was impacted by Gi-hun’s constant presence on the AREX subway line. It would greatly help your husband if you could keep Gi-hun at one station while he recruited prospective players for the Games. 

Your husband kissed the crown of your head and stood up, attempting once again to smooth out the crease on his sleeve. “We’ll see. I’ll talk to the Frontman to see if we can get you any additional protection. I still don’t like the idea of you being around Gi-hun alone. If he learns of our relationship, I imagine he will use you as ransom,” he clicks his tongue, “We can’t have that now, can we?” 

You shook your head and stood up next to your husband. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“For now, continue researching prospective players. I’m almost done with your last batch,” he flashed his signature smirk, which you returned with a soft smile of your own.

“On it. Rumour has it that Tapgol Park has an abundance of people down on their luck…”

[nebulaafterdark]

The Rats

Aegon ii Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

18+ ONLY, MDNI. Targcest, smut, angst, violence. S2 SPOILERS

“I can’t be ‘Aegon the Magnanimous.’ No one knows what Magnanimous means.” Aegon drawls, slumped over in his throne. The hour is late and there are many places he’d rather be. Namely with his beloved wife, who he’s scarcely seen, since taking on his duties. Their children will already be asleep, but if they wrap things up here soon, he may have a few moments with Y/N before bed.

“Aegon the dragon cock.” One of the piss drunk men raises his cup to the king.

“That’s more like it,” Aegon claps his hands together.

The men hoot and holler at the name. Dissolving into laughter.

“Speaking of,” Aegon rises to his feet, “I must get back to my wife. I did not wed her to admire from afar.” Aegon tosses back the remainder of his wine, throwing his gauntlet down beside the throne. “Good evening, gentlemen.”

He wastes no time, taking the stairs two at a time up to his chambers. His queen is already abed, waiting up for him with a bit of light reading. “What story is that now, my dearest love?” Aegon asks, pulling off his boots.

“It’s a book about the plague.” Y/N bends it open at the spine, setting the bound pages on the bedside table.

“Seems a bit morbid.” Aegon frowns, “especially in these times, wouldn’t you say?”

“Do you have something better in mind, your grace?”

Aegon doesn’t miss the bitterness in her voice. “You are my equal, here of all places. Don’t do this to me, please. Do not ice me out, I cannot bear it.”

Y/N sighs, crossing both arms over her chest. “Helaena is frightened of the rats. I’ve been looking into their behaviors and customs.”

Aegon flops onto the mattress, unceremoniously. “The rats?”

Y/N nods, “to be honest, I’m not particularly fond of them either. Although, they are interesting.”

“No vermin shall touch you so long as I live, darling girl. The only thing nibbling your toes will be me.” He wiggles his foot against hers for emphasis.

Y/N huffs a laugh. Allowing the silence between them to hang heavy.

“I am sorry about your brother.” Aegon says, despite ordering his own brother, Aemond, away at the news and holding her through sobs, he’s yet to say the words. “I cannot stand your suffering. It’s made it nearly impossible to be away from you to perform my duties.”

Y/N brings his hand to her lips, kissing the knuckles.

“I want you to attend the petitions,” he decides. “At my side, in my lap, seated directly on my cock; whatever suits you.”

“Directly on your cock?” Y/N chortles, “your mother would have my head.”

“She will do no such thing, you are queen. You may do as you wish.”

“You spoil me,” that’s what everyone says anyway.

“You’re mine to spoil. They’re jealous is all.”

“Shall we practice then? For the hearings?”

“If you wish.” Aegon rolls onto his back, sliding both arms behind his head.

Y/N grins, devilishly as she slides off his clothes, allowing his cock to spring free. Her own nightgown and small clothes follow before she swings a leg over his hips and slides down his length.

“Seven hells,” Aegon groans.

His wife leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“A tenth of my flock has been taken, your grace.” Aegon tells her, repeating one of the smallfolk’s concerns.

“Your what?” Y/N blinks at him.

“Sheep,” he continues, “a tenth of them gone, taken by your guard, just before winter. What say you, my queen?”

“Give them back.” Y/N sighs as his hands finally land on her hips, guiding her movements.

“That’s what I said,” Aegon hums, thrusting up to meet her.

“Did they listen?”

“No.” Aegon purses his lips, “they might need them to feed the dragons.”

“It’s much harder to concentrate this way, my king.”

“I know,” he coos, “but you’re doing so well.”

“The dragons,” Y/N pants, “have never required sheep from the smallfolk before.”

“We have never been to war.” Aegon says, through gritted teeth as she clenches around him.

“My mother will want revenge for Lucerys.”

“And I want this matter resolved peacefully.” Aegon assures her, “still I cannot give my brother up for the slaughter.”

“I don’t see how this can end peacefully now,” Y/N laments, feeling the coil in her belly tighten. “It will end in fire and blood.”

“What would you have me do?”

Y/N shakes her head, “We must stop Aemond from claiming Harrenhal at the least.”

“Consider it done.” Aegon beckons her down for a kiss.

The clatter of metal against the floor breaks them apart, “what was that?” Y/N’s eyes search the room.

“Twas only the wind, my dearest love.” Aegon smiles up at his wife.

The hairs on the back of her neck stand at attention. “No. Something is wrong.”

“I agree,” Aegon takes her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it to a taut peak. “You stopped moving.”

“Aegon,” she warns, “please.”

“Shhh,” he gentles her back to a steady grind. “I’m here. You are safe.”

Y/N offers a shaky smile. Still something seems amiss, though she can’t think much more about it with Aegon’s free hand toying with her pearl.

“Cum on my cock, then we will look into it, if you feel so inclined.”

Y/N nods, bouncing faster, harder. Trying to ignore the worry twisting at her gut.

Aegon’s bottom lip is caught between his teeth. “Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you.”

“More than anyone or anything, save for our children. I want you to remember that…always.”

Y/N nods, feeling herself teetering on the precipice. “I-” she wants to say it back, only her brain doesn’t seem to be working.

“Hush, sweetheart.” Aegon groans, because he knows. Rubbing his fingers harshly against her pearl to push her over the edge. Shaking and crying her release as she milks his cock. “Good girl.” Aegon fills her pulsing cunt with his spend.

She leans toward her husband, capturing his lips as they ride out their high. Once she has caught her breath Y/N rolls away, off of the bed, shuffling back into her nightgown.

Aegon follows her lead, redressing in his tunic and trousers. “Head to the children’s room, wait for me there. I’ll have the guards help me search the floor for any sign of…rats.”

Y/N wrings her hands, knowing how silly it sounds. “Thank you, Aegon.”

He closes the distance between them, pressing his lips to her forehead and cheek. “You’re more than welcome.” He watches her leave the room before heading in the opposite direction. Where is everyone? The keep is never so quiet, even at night.

Y/N scampers down the hallway to the nursery, it takes a moment for her mind to make sense of the scene before her. Helaena with a knife held to her throat by a strange man. His counterpart hovering over the children’s beds with a blade at the ready.

“What are you doing?” Y/N breathes, clutching a hand to her chest.

The man holding Helaena shoves her aside.

Y/N catches the woman in her arms, smoothing down her white tresses. Helaena clings to her. “It’s ok.”

The children sleep better together, they always have. Besides the maids prefer Aegon and Y/N’s children close to Aemond and Helaena’s for practical reasons, until they are older.

“Which of them are yours?” The first man demands.

“All of them,” Y/N lies. “All of them are mine.”

“You have but four children,” Cheese insists. “Here lie six, tell me which are yours and I will spare them.”

“If I don’t tell you and you’re wrong, my mother will have your head.” Y/N clenches her jaw. “For all I know of our true queen, this was not her request. So who’s was it?”

“A son for a son, that’s what’s fair.” Blood insists.

“What did they offer you? Gold?” Y/N wonders, “I’ll double it if you leave now.”

The men look to each other, undecided.

“Or you could take me instead. I’m worth more to my mother than any bounty.” Rhaenyra’s eldest child offers.

————————————————————————-

Aegon completes his sweep of their chambers, along with the rest of the royal floor. Nothing is amiss. He moves to the children’s quarters and finds Helaena, curled up on the floor. “What’s happened?”

Helaena takes her brother’s outstretched hand. “They wanted to kill the boy.”

The boy? “My boy?”

Helaena shakes her head, “mine.”

Aegon looks to his nephew, still sleeping soundly. “Where is Y/N?”

“They took her instead.”

“Where the hell is Cole?” Aegon demands. “Where in the seven hells is anyone?”

“I don’t know,” Helaena sobs.

Part 2

[pastelclovds]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧’𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞

pairing: debbie x kryptonian!male!reader x nolan

cw: angst, diabetes amount of fluff, polyamorous relationship, hurt/comfort, pre s2, comfort sex, praise kink, vaginal sex, oral sex, squirting, soft dom!top!reader, spooning position, mentioned past threesomes, infidelity (andressa and nolan in the end 😬).

word count: 1.5k

authors note: continuing from this post a lifetime ago. this is my most angsty fic yet :’) enjoy 💕

the only thing that just as painful as fighting your husband, nolan, the man whom you had loved for two decades after witnessing him beat your son (mark) to a pulp: was watching your wife, debbie break into a million figurative pieces on your bed while she was holding one of nolan’s shirts.

you had always admired her independence and compassion. she taught you and nolan the history, beauty, and culture of this peculiar planet. it wasn’t long until she and nolan had stolen your heart. the house was empty and mark was off to college. you had come back home from the grocery store, a box of debbie’s favorite snacks in your hand when you caught sight of her sobbing self.

debbie was the strongest person in the universe to you. she had always put the needs of others before herself. this time, you’ll be sure to make her feel loved and supported. she didn’t push away from you as you took her into your sturdy arms, nolan’s shirt immediately forgotten.

she let’s out a sob when she felt your lips trailing from her collarbone to her neck. a few tears still manage to escape her closed lids but disappear as you kiss them away. debbie sits on your lap as she hides her swollen face on your chest.

“i’m sorry—”

“you have nothing to be sorry about.”

“how could i’ve been so stupid to believe him for all those years—?”

you gently cup her tear stained cheeks as you softly muttered, “i believed him too. nolan’s betrayal hurt us both. but you’ve been dealing with it all by yourself when we should’ve been dealing with it together, debbie. you’ve been strong long enough, for mark and myself. i’ve never been more proud of you, but now it’s your turn to let go and be taken care of. will…” she gasps when you give her waist a small squeeze, you continue to ask with soft eyes, “…you let me?”

debbie had never felt more loved in her life, she had no clue what she would do if you weren’t there by her side. the bed was never cold. your tender smile greeted her every morning. you treated her like she was a queen worthy of your worship. she was so tired of putting on a facade. tonight, she wanted to be yours.

debbie answers your question by wrapping one of her arms around your neck as her plump lips pressed against yours, to which you warmly welcomed back. all the while, her other hand snuck under your shirt and started stroking your abdomen.

you removed her shirt and unclasped her bra, debbie let out a pleased sigh as her chest was released from its cage and hung free, her nipples hardened under your lustful gaze. you didn’t waste any time in getting naked yourself as debbie continued to strip herself for you. her heart leaped when you stared at her body with the same hunger as when you first saw her naked all those years ago.

a string of slick reveals itself as debbie removes her panties when she catches sight of your toned muscles shining under the light of the sunset peeking through your bedroom window. your dick throbbed and felt heavy as debbie took it in her hand, you shallowed your groans with a steamy kiss as her fingers played with your tip.

before debbie could make a move to take you into her mouth, you stopped her. she stared up at you puzzled.

“i’m supposed to take care of you, remember? i wanna spoil you, make you feel good,” you spoke in a thick tone that it has debbie clenching around nothing. you said nothing as you picked up debbie like she weigh nothing as placed her carefully on the cold bedsheets. you spread her legs apart until you were met with the delicious sight of her wet pussy. your cock jumps and your balls made it painfully clear that they were full than ever. you wanted to dive into her body and never part, but you ceased those thoughts. this was for debbie, not you. there would be a time for that later.

debbie looked up at you with pleading eyes, you lowered yourself down on the floor at the edge of the bed. your hands continued to lovingly caress debbie’s thighs. then, without warning, you leaned your face towards her cunt and push your tongue inside her twitching walls.

“oh fuck— ah! oh, this feels so good,” debbie cried out, her legs wrapped themselves around your head. she didn’t know if it was because you were an alien or whatever, but your tongue always managed to reach the deepest depths of her better than nolan could.

debbie fists the sheets as you continue to stretch her out, but you didn’t stop there. you ravenously sucked her clit, your growls sending pleasant vibrations through out. you devoured her like an inmate on death row. debbie was reminded on how greedy you were when it came to her pussy. whether it was to eating her out or thrusting your fat cock into her, it didn’t matter. you were drunk on her and nolan’s respective holes nonetheless.

debbie let out gasping moans as your tongue flattened over her overstimulated clit and dragged it back and forth. just to throw her over the edge, you pumped your fingers in and out of her sopping pussy, curling them up and pressing them against her walls until they found her sweet spot. you stared up at her with a soft, demanding look, as if you were commanding her to let go and release all over your face.

the only sounds in the rooms were the slurping of your mouth against debbie’s sex and her uncontrollable noises and pleas for more. It was too much and perfection at the same time. debbie shook as she choked out a cry, she sees stars as her orgasm rushes through her and slick squirts over your lips and nose.

debbie laid on the bed like a stringless puppet, her eyes closed as she catches her breath. meanwhile, you rise from the carpeted floor, wipe the clear slick from your face, and use it to lube your hard cock. it had already turned bright red near the tip due to you ignoring it. now the real fun can begin. you give debbie a few minutes to rest, you handed her a bottle water to drink as you showered her in praise.

debbie flushed at the overwhelming adoration. debbie recalled another memory of you taking charge in the aftercare as nolan and debbie held each other in warm embrace after a particularly exhausting session. you made sure they were the most comfortable.

finally, you set debbie sideways on top of the soft pillows as you laid behind her, snaking your arm around her waist as you grind your dick against her entrance. debbie whined when she felt the tip of your cock touch her clit after every movement of your hips.

you peck her neck once more and whisper next to her ear, “i love you, debbie. more than anything else. you aren’t alone, this wasn’t either of our faults. you’re my strong, beautiful wife. nothing’s gonna change that.”

you hear debbie’s breath hitch before salty tears fill her eyes once again. she turns her head and holds onto your neck so she could press a kiss to your lips. your bodies were tangled up like a intimate pretzel, even if you didn’t have your super hearing, you’d still be able to hear debbie’s heartbeat due to how close she was.

nobody else but yourself, debbie and nol—

��nobody else but debbie and youself existed…

debbie pulls away from the kiss first as a few tears escape from her eyes again, she stares at you with pure love and trust as she mutters out, “thank you for everything. i love you more. please, please put it in—”

debbie trailed off and let out a sighing moan when she felt your cock fill her to the brim, your hips press flush against her. your tongue was perfect, but your dick was divine. you were going to do everything in your power to make sure nobody hurt your family again. but in the deepest corner of your mind laid a traitorous thought.

where did nolan go, and was he okay?

after you and debbie were done making love, you use your super human speed to make quick work of clean up and gave debbie one last kiss good night before covering the two of you in a blanket and sleeping peacefully for the first time in weeks.

meanwhile, nolan stared up blankly at the countless stars above him from his spot on the balcony that was just outside his bedroom, where andressa slept peacefully on his bed heavy with his future child. despite how far he traveled, nolan could never run away from the memories of what he’d done. he was a disgrace to his empire, and to his family.

the picture of you and debbie appear in his mind. no matter how many times he tried to deny caring for the two of you: he couldn’t believe it himself. he wished things could’ve been different.

[jjslaybank]

mine - rafe cameron

warnings: porn WITH plot, use of degrading language to describe reader ("fucktoy," "slut," "bitch"), unprotected sex

i recommend listening to "it's no good" by depeche mode or "come undone" by duran duran while reading :)

omg this has been in my drafts for probably a MONTH atp 😭 hope you guys like it <3 OH and imagine s2!rafe while reading

please read till the end for a few more notes from yours truly 🥰

🏷list: @slut-4-gojo @booklover-6665 @amel1ee @riaras-everthroner

ward is going to kill him.

fuck it, rafe thinks to himself as he enters a strip club. he clutches the money his father had given him to escape the outer banks tightly to his chest as he surveys the scene in front of him.

he squints his eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting of the room. the whole place smells heavily of sweat and cigarettes. he believes it's the perfect place to find a little fucktoy to help him forget the intense pressure he's currently under.

it was then that he spots you — dancing and humping and grinding against the pole as men throw you money.

"holy shit," rafe mumbles softly to himself, his feet carrying him near to the pole you're dancing with before he even knew what his body was doing. a few men shoot him dirty looks. he never noticed them — his eyes are solely on you.

you're wearing your favorite pair — black, lacy underwear and a matching black pushup bra which pushed your tits higher than normal, deepening your cleavage.

as you notice rafe staring, you give him a wink. his eyes darken.

he needs you.

and he's willing to do whatever was necessary to have his way with you.

"hey, asshole!"

he turns to face one of the men who had rudely greeted him.

"eyes off my damn property."

"what?" rafe asks, squinting at the man. "what do you mean? she's like... like your girlfriend or something?"

the man scoffs. "hell no. just my property for the night."

he holds up a keychain with a singular key attached and a small, white jade stone.

the man nods his head to where you were dancing, oblivious to the conversation. "jade's my little slut for tonight, so i better not see your lousy ass around her. got that?"

rafe growls. no way in hell was he losing this pretty girl to an asshole like him.

"hell no."

the man stands up, slamming his fist down on the table to emphasize the motion. others look on at the commotion.

"i think you oughta learn some manners, boy."

"how much did you pay?" rafe asks, sighing and rolling his eyes as he rubs the bridge of his nose. he had been in too many fights recently. the poor guy just wants to empty his balls into some willing, pretty slut.

"more than you can comprehend."

rafe raises an eyebrow, squeezing the wad of bills ward had given him.

"number."

the man tilts his head, confused. "what?"

"give me a number."

"more than 1k."

"1k," rafe echoes to himself as he shakes his head, the tone in his voice almost mocking. "i have so, so much more than that... that lousy amount you're paying her. hey jade!"

you turn towards him, responding to your stripper name.

"if i pay you more, will you let me fuck you instead of him?"

"depends on the amount," you reply, batting your eyelashes at him as you continue dancing around the pole.

you can barely see his face as you converse, but you can make out the curtain bangs, hunched back, and the furrow of his eyebrows as he flips through his stack of bills.

"5k," rafe says.

your eyes light up and you shrug at the other man who had "bought" you for the night.

"sorry, i'm going with this fine young gentleman tonight." you gesture at rafe.

"you made a deal, bitch!" the man yells. rafe's eyes flash with anger. he grabs the man by his shirt collar.

"she said she's going with me! back the fuck off!"

rafe pushes the man down and he collides with a nearby table. he then frantically fishes a sizable stack of bills from his stash. as he hands it to you and you take it from him, his fingers reach to grab yours - effectively sandwiching the money between your hand and his.

he begins to run but you pause, picking up the key the other man was holding earlier. rafe takes the key from you and heads to the back of the club with you in tow.

the back is a hallway with doors - somewhat like what you'd see at a hotel. names of available women were attached at the top of each door.

"jade," he murmurs, looking at the names of the doors.

"jade," you repeat as an agreement. a good look at the man reveals to you his set jaw and conflicted eyes. you can feel something brewing beneath the surface, but you push it aside. you were told not to be nosy. you were lying if you said you didn't find hin sexy. in fact, to say he was attractive was an understatement.

you pull him to the door marked with your name. you grab the key from his hand as he lets you go and open the door.

the room inside is lit by a single small lamp perched atop a dresser. a bed sits in the middle, taking up most of the small room's space.

"shit," rafe sighs, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. "just wanted to empty my balls, dammit. no confrontations, no fights..."

he begins to pace around the room. "everyone's fucking after me. like... like everyone wants me gone or dead – or just out of their life. i'm not doing good, man. just gotta... just gotta push it aside and focus on the now, though. like... you know? just gotta man up!"

"hey," you begin calmly. "it's all good. i'm yours for tonight, 'kay?"

rafe sits down at the edge of the bed. you follow suit.

"calm down. i'm here. thanks for the money."

he nods, trying to calm himself. you take his hand. he looks into your eyes with what you think is a hint of vulnerability, but it immediately gets replaced with hunger. his eyes darken, and you liken it to a predator about to pounce on its prey.

rafe grabs your shoulders and lifts you, throwing you face down into the bed. your makeup stains the white sheets.

he paces around the bed, a low hum sounding from his lips. "don't fucking move, jade. you understand?"

"y-yes..." you reply meekly, feeling your panties dampen. being manhandled was something that turned you on more than you realized.

"just be good for me, okay?" rafe asks, his voice trembling slightly as he undos his pants. "such a pretty fucking ass."

you jolt as he slaps the meaty flesh. rafe chuckles lowly.

"i did everything i could to have you, and now you're here. and i'm about to fuck you."

you hear the soft clink of his belt buckle as it hits the floor. your heart skips a beat, your anticipation at its peak.

"but i'm gonna be nice about it," he mutters more to himself than to you. "gonna prep this tight fucking hole."

your bottoms come off with one swift tug, and rafe inhales them deeply, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"fuuuuccckk," he gasps shakily, his nostrils full of your scent.

he puts his middle finger into his mouth and wets it before slowly sliding it into your wet hole. his eyes nearly roll to the back of his head as he feels your hot, warm walls envelop his finger.

"oh, fuck," you moan, your back arching. the fact that you couldn't see what he was doing turned you on even more.

"give it to me, baby," rafe says, pumping his finger in and out of you faster.

he adds another finger and you gasp.

"that's it," rafe coaxes. "so fucking tight and wet, you slut."

he removes his fingers and positions his cock near your stretched hole, hissing at the contact.

"shit." rafe groans. "fuck, it's gonna feel so good filling this tight cunt up."

he takes a deep breath as he removes his finger and enters you. your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moan loudly.

"fucking hell," rafe growls. "shit, you're so fucking tight!"

he rocks into you, his cock filling you up completely.

"such a pretty fuckin' cunt," he murmurs, leaning down to bite the shell of your ear.

"this cunt," he continues, accentuating his words with harsh thrusts, "is all mine for tonight."

he pants, speeding up his thrusts. "i hope you're on the pill because i'm cumming inside this greedy fuckin' cunt."

you nod, your mind hazy with lust. "mhm, i'm clean and take the pill."

"good girl. see how she fucking sucks in my fat cock, she was made for me. fuckin' cunt was made for me," he mutters through clenched teeth.

suddenly he slips out of you. you cry out.

"fucking turn around. lemme see that pretty face as i fuck you."

you obey immediately. he lands a gentle slap on your ass as encouragment.

"pretty fuckin' girl," he compliments, leaning down to kiss your lips. you kiss him back, savoring the taste of sweat and marijuana on his lips.

as he pulls back, he re-enters you. you both hiss at the feeling.

"i'll never get enough of this fucking cunt, jade," he groans as you feel his balls slapping against you.

"mm," you whimper, about to moan out his name when you realize he never told you what it was. "wh-what's your name?"

"rafe," he answers, accentuating the one syllable with a deep thrust, making you see stars.

the name falls from your lips as a high-pitched moan. it sounds almost natural. he groans at the sound of his name and he thrusts into you faster, feeling his balls tighten.

"fuck, i'm gonna cum, you slut," he hisses through clenched teeth, the words coming out clipped as he revels in the feel of your pussy.

"cum!" you repeat, your brain going blank as you feel the knot in your stomach close to snap. "cum inside my greedy cunt!"

at that rafe thrusts forward, groaning in ecstasy as his cum shoots deep into your pussy. you cry out as you spasm around his cock, milking it for every last drop.

"fuck," he mutters breathlessly, slowly pulling out to marvel at the mess he made. "would you look at that - a properly bred fucktoy."

you're gasping for breath as you come down from your high.

"fucking shit," you mutter, your thighs soaked with rafe's cum as it slides down from your pussy.

"pretty good, eh?" rafe asks, a low chuckle leaving his lips. "i like it messier, though."

"me too," you admit with a small smile, moving your messy hair out of your face.

"i like you," rafe says, lying down beside you. "maybe i should keep you around. what do you think about coming to wilmington with me?"

charm's notes:

first of all, tysm for reading! <3 i've been working on this for so long lmao. anyways, i have this thing on my blog called "horny hours" where you can hope into my inbox (anon is on, dw) and send me horny thoughts you may have about any of the obx boys! feel free to add links to pics/vids/whatever too! don't forget to read my request rules tho to know what i vibe with. lastly if you want to read more of my work, you can check out my masterlist for my previous works as well as others i'm working on.

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[uzurakis]

hi :D can you do jjk boys doing like a tiktok prank and telling reader to shut up but they've a really bad day and either get mad/really sad? angst with or w/o comfort plz

CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR A SEC?!

featuring: gojo satoru. fushiguro megumi. itadori yuuji. geto suguru.

n. some comfort and some w/o comfort lol. thanks for the req babes, not breaking my angst writing stride. if you could understand why i wrote gojo like that, then you paid attention to s2. enjoy </3

GOJO SATORU. you dropped your bag by the door and took a deep breath, hoping to find some comfort in his presence; finding your boyfriend lounging on the couch, his eyes glued to the tv screen.

“satoru,” you said, voice tinged with fatigue. “i had a really bad day today. the higher ups are a fucking pain—“

“shut up, babe, i’m watching tv. see?” without looking away from the tv, gojo cut off your words.

you froze, the sting of his words hitting you harder than you expected. you stared at him in disbelief, feeling a mix of hurt and anger rising within you. “wow. thanks for that. really needed it today,” you said laced with passive aggression.

gojo finally turned his head to look at you, but it was too late. you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes, and you didn’t want him to see you cry. you pivoted and exited the living room, displacing him in the process.

as you retreated to the bedroom, you could hear the faint sound of the tv continuing in the background. the reality of the situation settled in, and you felt the tears spill over, silently streaming down your face. you sank onto the bed, burying your face in your hands.

moments later, the sound of the tv stopped, and you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom door. it opened slowly, and gojo stepped inside, looking all confused and a tad concerned. “babe,” he said softly, “seriously, what’s going on?”

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI. “can’t you see i’m busy? can you shut up for a sec?”

you froze, his words hitting you like a punch to the gut. your shoulders slumped further, and you felt a knot form in your stomach. “i don’t need this today. just leave me alone,” you muttered, turning on your heel and heading towards the door.

megumi’s head snapped up as he realized something was wrong. “wait, hold on,” he called out, but you didn’t stop. “hey, i was just joking. come on, talk to me.”

your pace quickened as you left the dorm room, but you remained silent. you needed to leave before you totally lost it because you could feel the tears starting to burn in your eyes. megumi's voice could be heard calling after you as you went down the corridor; growing more concerned with each attempt.

“please, wait!” he shouted, tone now filled with worry. “fuck, i didn’t mean it like that! it’s a tiktok prank, babe!”

you kept moving, the door closing behind you as you stepped outside into the crisp evening air. you leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to calm yourself. the last thing you needed was more pain on top of an already unbearable day.

ITADORI YUUJI. anger flared within you and your eyes widened. “why would you say that to me? what’s wrong with you?” you snapped, voice sharp as a knife.

yuuji’s gaze moved to look at you, and he immediately saw the pain in your eyes. his expression shifted from surprise to regret. “wait, wait, baby, i’m so sorry! it’s just a tiktok prank. i swear i didn’t mean it like that. please, forgive me.”

“a tiktok prank? do you think this is funny?”

he scrambled off the couch and came over to you, face earnest and pleading. “no, no, it’s not funny. i thought it would be harmless, but i can see now that it wasn’t the right time. i’m really sorry…”

“forgive me, please?”

you took a deep breath, trying to calm down. the sincerity in his voice and the worry in his eyes made it hard to stay mad at him. “yuuji, i’ve had a really bad day. the last thing i needed was for you to tell me to shut up.”

your boyfriend nodded vigorously, looking like a guilty puppy. “i know. i messed up big time. can we start over? we’ll order your favorite takeout and watch a movie? my treat!”

GETO SUGURU. your frustration, already simmering beneath the surface, boiled over. “excuse me? you don’t get to talk to me like that, geto suguru. especially not today!”

“whoa, hey, calm down. it was just a tiktok prank. i didn’t mean it seriously.”

“and you think that’s funny?”

the guy stood up, hands raised in a placating gesture, trying to approach you cautiously. “okay, okay, i get it. not funny. i’m sorry. how about we forget about it and i make it up to you?”

you could see the genuine concern in his eyes, but you weren’t ready to let it go just yet. “you really don’t understand how bad my day has been, do you? and you choose today to pull something like this?”

suguru sighed, taking a step closer to you. “i do understand. i’m sorry i made it worse. i was just trying to be playful. let me make it up to you.” he dropped his voice to a softer, flirtatious tone, a small smirk tugging at his lips. “you know i can’t stand it when you’re upset with me.”

“you damn flirt,” you huffed, trying to maintain your anger, but the familiar charm in his voice made it difficult. “you can’t just flirt your way out of everything, geto suguru. i’m still mad.”

he stepped closer, gently taking your hands in his. “maybe not, but i can try. let me make it up to you tonight. we can do whatever you want. i’ll be on my best behavior, promise.”

@uzurakis

[crimsonnsstuff]

Thinking about 001 losing his patience with me being so horny and practically dry humping him that he snaps and yells at me. :3 and instead of fucking me like I want he fucks my titties til he busts and it makes a sticky mess all over my chest and my lips and chin (I need him)

I’m new to your page I just finished s2, if you accept anon emojis can I be 🪷

“Please…” you whine. You guys are watching a movie on the couch.

In-ho seemed oblivious, or maybe he was just pretending, his eyes fixed on the movie. But you couldn't resist any longer. Your hand found its way to his thigh, fingers tracing small circles, inching higher with each pass. He glanced at you, his eyes dark with a hint of warning, but you were beyond caring about warnings.

You moved, straddling his leg, the friction of your movements against his firm thigh making you gasp. You began to grind, the sensation overwhelming, each movement stoking the fire within you.

He groans, “will you shut the fuck up already? I’m trying to watch the movie.”

You whine, continuing to hump his leg, you bury your face in his neck. He takes a sip of his soda before setting it back down on the coffee table. Your whines were annoying the shit out of him.

“Please fuck me..” He looked at you, his gaze intense, but he shook his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you.

Frustrated yet more aroused, you continued to move against him, your breaths coming out in short, desperate pants.

Your whines finally make him snap. “Jesus Christ, okay!! But I’m not fucking your pussy!” You flinch at him shouting, but slowly nod.

His hand finally moved, not to give you what you wanted, but to guide your hands to his belt. You undid it with eager, trembling fingers, freeing him as he leaned back, watching you with a predatory look.

In-ho positioned himself, not entering you as you begged, but guiding his length between your breasts. You pressed them together, watching in fascination as he moved, thrusting between them. His rhythm was unhurried, torturous, each movement making you crave more.

The sight of him, the feel of him against your skin, it was too much. His pace quickened, his breath hitching as he reached his peak, spilling over you, marking your face and chest with his release.

You were panting, your body aching with unfulfilled desire, looking up at him with wide, pleading eyes. In-ho leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, "You'll have to wait for the main event," he breathed, leaving you in a state of want and wonder, the movie forgotten, the night still young.

He straddles your chest and continues to thrust in between your tits. You whine and squirm. He smirks sadistically down at you and throws his head back, giving you a clear view of the bulging vein in his neck.

He reaches down, shoving two fingers into your mouth. He pulls them out, wiping your slobber on your cheek.

“Suck the fucking tip.” He growls. You whine and tilt your head up, taking his tip in your mouth as the rest of his cock slides between your boobs. As soon as your mouth comes in contact with his sensitive tip, he groans, almost a whimper.

“Such a slut..” he groans, egging himself on. He lets out a loud groan, cumming on your tits and chin. He creates a sticky mess on your face and tits, making you whine.

He smirks, pulling back. “Look at the mess I made on you.” He groans, scooping some of the cum off your chest with his fingers. “Open” he coos and you quickly obey. You suck the cum off his fingers.

“Good girl..” he mutters

Sorry I haven’t posted in a day,I haven’t had any motivation bc I feel like I’m not very good at this!! But I hope you guys liked this one!

[loveharlow]

I'm currently sick, so

can u do Travis Martinez x sick reader. Where they're in the wilderness and she has a high fever, so Travis takes care of her 😇

Thank you so much I love your writing 💓

i can try, please tell me how you like it because i've never written for yellowjackets because while i love the show, the plot confuses me a bit, this is probably not as fluffy as you were hoping IM SO SORRY (an idea came to mind, i had to indulge)

swearing, illness, mentions of vomit, mentions to cannibalism, set pre-s3 & during early s2 after they ate jackie

The fire crackled, the sound traveling from the cabin's living area to the kitchen, where you lay with your head in Travis's lap. He pressed a cool, damp cloth to your forehead, a bowl of melted snow beside him.

You'd all been stranded in the wilderness for months. It was inevitable that someone would fall sick eventually. Whether from the relentless weather, lack of...food, or something else, you didn't know. What you did know was that your skin was burning, yet you couldn't stop shivering, and you'd already vomited up your last meal.

"Feelin' any better?" Travis asked, dabbing the wet cloth against your forehead. You peered up at him weakly, meeting his brown eyes with a small frown. "Sorry... dumb question."

"...'s fine," you mumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you. "You shouldn't be so close," you advised, gently pushing his hand away from your head. "Last thing we need is two sick people."

"I'll be fine," Travis insisted, dipping the cloth in the bowl. He reached to place it back on your forehead, but you caught his wrist with what little strength you had.

"I'm serious, Travis," you warned, your eyes hardening. You glanced over your shoulder at the others, scattered and sleeping in the living room. Dread filled your gaze before you turned back to Travis, fear evident in your eyes. "You...you haven't seen the way some of them have been looking at me." Your voice shook. "Like... like they're waiting." A tear escaped and rolled down your cheek.

Travis shook his head, brushing your hair behind your ear. "They're not—" He stopped himself from offering a false reassurance. "...What happened with Jackie, it was a survival thing-"

"You know it was more than that," you countered immediately, shaking your head. "We ate her, Trav," you asserted. "We... we all ate her like it was nothing. Like she wasn't our captain. Like she wasn't our friend. Like she wasn't a person. And I can see it in some of their eyes..." You trailed off, your heart pounding. "They're waiting to do it again. And I feel like I'm in a cage with lions or something-" You panicked.

"Hey, it'll be okay," he tried to comfort you, pulling your head further into his lap as your breathing grew rapid. "Natalie and I have been out hunting. We haven't found anything yet, but—"

"And you won't," you sighed. "Not in this weather. And you're really just looking for Javi, I know."

Travis's face twisted, a mild expression of hurt at the mention of his missing brother. "He...He's my brother—"

"I'm not blaming you," you reassured him, placing a weak hand on his leg as you calmed yourself. "I know you want to find him. We all do." You smiled weakly. "...All I'm saying is, with the way things are..."

"Don't," he snarled, looking away.

"Travis..." You tried to sit up.

"They're not gonna fucking eat you," he snapped.

"Look at me," you argued with the most conviction in your voice in days. "I've been sick for almost a week. I can't keep anything down, and it's freezing. There's a very real possibility of me dying out here, Travis." You were blunt. "...You know what Lottie told me this morning?" You continued, swallowing harshly as you finally found the strength to push yourself up, glancing briefly at Lottie sleeping nearby. "She said I'm 'fighting the wilderness's decision'. That it's already chosen, and I'm fighting against what it wants."

"Don't...listen to Lottie. She's been spewing bullshit ever since we got here—"

"That's not my point," you dismissed him, tears now flowing freely. "I... I don't know what we're becoming out here, Travis. And it's happening to all of us. And it doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel good." You emphasized the words. "If...being sick is what takes me out of here, I'll be grateful—"

"Don't talk like that."

"I'm being honest," you continued, despite his protest. "But please," you started, cupping his cheek and forcing him to look at you. "You have to promise me something." Your eyes locked onto his. "Promise me that if I die...you won't let them eat me."

He just stared at you, a conflicted look on his face as his brown eyes searched yours.

"Travis." You shook his face slightly, snapping him out of his thoughts, bringing his face slightly closer to yours. "Take me somewhere and bury me, tell them I left, I don't care what you do but do not. let them. eat me." You gritted, voice still thick with illness. "Promise me."

"...I promise."

©loveharlow.

[alastor-simp]

Get Radio-Jinxed!- Alastor Reacts To Jinx Reader

❥Summary- A new addition has arrived to the hotel, catching Alastor's attention. He finds them highly entertaining despite the "explosive" tendencies that they have.

❥Tags- Alastor x Jinx Reader, Jinx, Arcane, Alastor x Jinx, Some spoilers of Arcane S1 and S2.

❥Notes- I have finally finished the Arcane series and OMG I LOVE JINX SO MUCH. I decided to do an Alastor x Jinx Reader because I wanted to experience how would Alastor interact or respond to a character like Jinx so here we go! Enjoy!

❥Credit- Divider by @the-voice-beckons-below

💙Alastor didn't know what to make of you when you entered through the doors of the hotel. Your form was shrouded by a black cloak, but he was able to make out your sky blue hair and shimmering violet eyes. "Hmm what have we here? A sweet little blue bird has decided to join our establishment?" Bending down, Alastor comes close to your face, hoping to get some sort of reaction from you.

🩷The stone cold gaze you threw back at him manage to stun him a bit, before the frown plastered on your face turned into a smirk. "Huh, so your the radio bozo that everyone yaps about in the streets. I expected you to be a tad more intimidating, but ya look like an overdressed Bambi." The smile etched onto Al's face twitched, clearly realizing that this little bluebird had a feisty side to them. "I can assure you this "bozo" in front of you could rip you apart, limb from limb," His fangs sharpened, as a eerie glow began to emanate from his body, powers leaking out.

💙A brunt object had pressed against Alastor's stomach, forcing him to look down, seeing an odd-looking gun pointed directly at his abdomen. "Well, this little "bluebird" can blast so many holes into ya that you'll look like swiss cheese. Wanna test it out?" The both of you continued the stare off until Charlie grabbed you, slowly pushing you away to avoid a brawl. Well it was clear that the two of you disliked each other after that incident, resulting in a few clapback fights between the both of you. Alastor detested how direct to the point your insults were towards him, making it very difficult for him to control his temper, but he promised dear Charlie that he wouldn't harm any of the guests at the hotel.

🩷The relationship did take a turn one day. Alastor was performing his usual walk around the hallways when he hear the sound of a loud smash coming from one of the rooms. Teleporting to the sound, he discovered that sound was caused by you, having smashed the mirror. He found you curled on the ground, hands placed against your ears, appearing so small that it soften his heart a bit. "Having another one of your temper tantrums again, little bluebird?" He snarked out, preparing for you to fire back at him. "St-stop." That wasn't the response he was expecting resulting in him to tilt his head at you. "Stop what?" Alastor questioned, crimson eyes filled with concern once he noticed the tears on your face. "The voices....make them go away. Th..they never stop...always whispering in my ear. Please..make them stop."

💙Al was still unclear what you meant by voices, were you cursed by someone perhaps? Either way, he couldn't bear to leave you in this sorry state. Snapping his fingers, the both of you were transported into his bayou dimension room. He figured the tranquility here would be enough to drown out whatever voices that were pestering you. His shadow also turned on the record player, soft jazz music flowing throughout the room.

🩷Getting on his knees, he placed his hands on top of yours, as they were still covering your ears. "My dear, there is no need to worry now. No voices will be able to enter my domain." Slowly but surely, the hands that clawed at your ears were pulled away, the whispering voices finally disappearing. Pink eyes gazed around the room, taking in all of the nature and peaceful ambiance, leaving you speechless. Al opened his mouth to say something, but closed it upon seeing the shine in your eyes.

💙You avoided him, sparking some annoyance from him. He went out of his way to help you with your voice problem and this is what he gets? It irked him, claws digging into the chair he was sitting on, causing some of the cushioning to rip. His irritated behavior was very easy to spot from the other residents, hinting that it be best to avoid him for the time being. "Hey." A soft voice spoke next to Al, snapping him out of his thoughts, head turning to see you standing, hands behind your back. "Come out of hiding, have we?" Alastor's smile had grew, showing off his large teeth, as he noticed your shy nature.

🩷 Normally you would insult him, but this time you presented him with a radio? Removing the object from behind your back, you revealed a small radio to him, resembling the one that got destroyed from the last extermination. Handing it to him, you looked away, fingers twirling your blue braids. "Never tinkered with something this ancient before, so it took a while to get all the parts working. Figured it was a way to thank ya for.....ya know." Alastor continued to look at you, eyes widen in awe. You did this for him? It made his black heart soften.

💙 "Why thank you, little bluebird! I must say, you have a real knack for this." Lips drew into a soft smile, as the radio in his hand had vanished, having been teleported into his room. "Jinx," you muttered out, earning a head tilt from the red man in front of you. "Jinx?" Alastor repeated, confused at what you said. "Yup that's me. That's my name. Don't wear it out, deer man." You said, rolling your eyes at him, as you walked away, going back to hide in your room. Well well, the little bluebird has a name, Al thought to himself, smiling even wider.

🩷It was nice to see that the two of you weren't butting heads anymore, the both of you could actually manage to stay in a room together without causing Charlie to worry. Alastor greatly admired your talent at inventing, especially weapons. He never heard of "Hextech" before, but he preferred it more to the so-called Vox tech that his rival created. You even offered to fiddle with his microphone, which he refused, "Come on! I ain't gonna break the thing. Just wanna add some things here and there to it." Grabby hands aimed for his staff, which he held out of your reach. "No thank you, my dear. I like my staff the way it is, thank you." Groaning, you placed your hands on your hips, "Jeez! You're such an old man." Scoffing at you, Alastor twirled his microphone staff, while giving you a playful glare. "I may be from the 1900s, but I'm not an old man, little blue bird." Chuckling, the violet eyes of yours did a roll, "Fine, then you're an old deer." Only response you got from Al was a small chuckle, giving your forehead a small flick, before he disappeared.

💙This was the Jinx that Al had gotten to know better, he hadn't seen the Jinx that roamed the streets of hell, and boy were you a spectacle to watch. The quickness of your moves outmatched your opponents, and not only that, you were a very good shot. The weapons you yielded either left your victims with holes through their heads or parts of themselves being blown up from your chomper bombs. Quite impressive. He wouldn't mind you joining him during one of his hunts, as your fighting skills would be greatly appreciated.

🩷 His radio tower was your safe haven during one of your "episodes." The past always came back to haunt you, visions of your trauma taunting you wherever you looked. Al was always present in his tower when they occurred, his presence being enough to get you through them. He knew that you had a bit of an aversion to physical touch like him, so he chose just to sit next to you, then wrapping his arms around you or holding your hand. He heard you mention some names like "Vi" and "Vander," but he never questioned you.

💙The episode finally ended, making you extremely tired, resulting in your head falling on to Al's lap, causing a radio screech to sound out. Alastor raised his hands up in the air, not expecting you to drift off so quickly, and on his lap as well. The feelings of unease he felt was prickling at his back, yet they quickly went away as he calmed down, trying to get use to the sensation of you touching him. His crimson eyes caused at you, laughing a bit at the little snore that came out of your mouth. His gaze started to focus on your long blue braids, grasping on of them in his hands, wrapping the softness in his fingers. He never was a fan of blue, but he slowly came to admire it a bit when he was with you. His shadow had emerged from the ground, teasing him by making heart shapes in his eyes, which Alastor ignored, shooing the entity away. His shadow left, leaving just you and Alastor alone, as Alastor continued to play with your hair as you continued to doze off.

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[the-kr8tor]

hihi katy! ₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ saw your post and honestly, you're not the only one obsessing over our boy savior, especially after that tragic ending for him in S2. (ꎿຶ꒫ꎿຶ) i'd like to make a request for him cus he really deserves to be happy and taken care of (৹˃ᗝ˂৹),,, could you write a lil summat about treating his wounds or maybe helping him change, helping him fall asleep, babying him, etc. pretty please? ʚ♡ɞ only if you want to! i hope you have a wonderful rest of your day!! ♡

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Hello!!! Thank you for the lovely request! I had too much fun with it lol

Pairing: Ekko x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.3k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, CW injuries, CW blood, lovestruck! Ekko, CW needles, CW suggestive, no spoilers for s2, a bit of hurt/comfort, fluff!

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Ekko retells the whole ordeal that just transpired a few minutes ago, which was exactly thirty three minutes ago. You counted the time with bated breath, and you've been keeping time since he skidded off his hoverboard and straight into a wall after Smeech shot his board midair. Your eyes keep darting off to the dried blood on his temple, iron and crimson marring his handsome face. And worrying you with every second that ticks by. Even though he got out of it in one piece, your heart still aches at the sight of the various gashes and bruises dotted along his skin.

A hundred scenes flit over your mind, things that you could've done to prevent his fall. You would have jumped off and caught him before he hit the hard wall, or the end of your gun would have met Smeech’s head before he even shot his own. Your breathing quickens, and the harsh bulbs of the hideout's meeting room doesn't help the headache blooming in your skull.

He notices your heavy gaze, brown eyes glancing at you whilst he continues to debrief his fellow firelights. He's still the pinnacle of a leader despite his injuries. Your eyes are starting to get glossy, brows furrowed in thinking. So as he finishes off the meeting in record time and sends off the others to do a sweep around the area yo make sure no one followed the group, he's on you immediately the second the door closes.

“Hey.” Ekko's voice is soft, gloved hand grazing your chin as he moves your head gently to face him. “Look at me, breathe.”

Your eyes meet his own, hands flying to grasp at his wrists to anchor yourself to him. “Are you okay?” You finally feel your lungs relaxing as he holds you.

He smiles, cracking the dried crimson on his cheek. “I'm good, still breathing.” Grabing the back of your chair, he scoots you over to his seat, effectively placing you in between his legs, knees knocking against your own in greeting.

Shaking your head, your hand hovers above his wound. “Does it hurt? You hit the ground— I heard it then when I went to look and I—”

Ekko leans against your hand to ease you. “It doesn't hurt much anymore, see? I won't be able to do this if it still hurts.”

Sniffing, your shoulders slump as you place your head atop his chest, careful of his hidden injuries. “Let me take care of you, please.” Your voice is muffled by his bandana, feeling his hand trace the line on your spine to soothe you more. “I should be the one taking care of you.”

“Who said?” He jokes, lips pecking the crown of your head.

You lean away, staring at him through your lashes as you frown. “I did.”

Chuckling, he cups your face, squeezing you once until you're smiling softly at him. “Okay, just go easy on me, firefly.”

—

You made a list for yourself to follow. After drawing him a bath, which he rarely takes because of his busy schedule, he cleans off the day's activities whilst you ready everything you need to tend to his wounds.

“You're not joining in?” Ekko asks in the tub, face scrunched against the wooden surface as steam rises up from the water. His hair is loose, twists falling over his playful eyes. “Water's warm.”

“Not this time, Ekko.” You say as you thread a needle. “I need to bandage your wound, and you know that the second I'm in there with you we won't get anything done.”

He scrunches his face, blowing raspberries in the air. “Foiled again. You're no fun.” The water overflows as he submerges himself down in the tub.

“Having an open head wound is no fun, Ekko.” Walking closer to the tub, he sees you above the water, eyebrow raised and voice garbled. “Didn't I tell you not to wet your head? I'm sure I double checked that you don't have a concussion.”

He blows air bubbles at you, hands reaching up so you can pull him out. Rising above, he wipes the water off his face. “Joining in won't hurt.”

You kneel down to level with him, arms placed on the edge of the tub and face resting atop it as you flutter your lashes at him. “If you let me take care of you for once then I'll jump in.”

His hands subtly snake over to your elbows, and you quickly know what he's up to. “Why not now—”

“Not now, tomorrow. I promise.” You kiss his wet lips chastely before standing up and giving him a hand. “Come on, bossman, don't be incorrigible.”

Sighing, Ekko surrenders to you. “Big word.” He says as he heaves himself up off the tub. Water dripping down his sculpted torso.

With a roll of your eyes, you take your hand away and toss him a towel. “Hide your bits, Ekko.” Laughing, the towel hits him right on his face.

“You like these bits though.” After he tucks the towel against his waist, he immediately grabs you by your waist, rubbing his wet face and hair against your own. He's happy to be back in your arms when he was this close to not going home.

“Ekko!” Your giggles bounce off the bathroom, and his guffaw is muffled by the side of your neck.

—

He acts tough in front of you as he sits in between your legs backwards. The way that he grips at your thighs says otherwise as the needle pierces his skin. Hissing, his fingers dig into your pants, eyes closed as he stiffens from the suture.

“Almost done, I promise.” Snipping off the thread, you clean the wound with an antiseptic and then closing it with gauze and medical tape. The firelights don't joke around with medical supplies.

You still remember the time he first tended to your wounds. And how much of a baby you were with the needle.

“Barely noticeable, I think I did okay.” You hold up a mirror for him, but he ignores it as he twists around, chest in full display as cups your cheeks. “I'd take a simple thank you, but a kiss is so much better.”

Ekko smiles gently, eyes crinkling at the corners before sighing deeply. “I'm alright, firefly.”

You look at him with all the love in the world. “I know, Ekko.” Wiping a stray water droplet away from his clavicle, you sniff and the scent of your soap that he used wafts over your nose, making you smile. “You're here, and I'm here. We're okay.” Nodding, you reassure him.

His thumb brushes along under your eye before leaning in to kiss you like it's the first time. Eyes closed, a single tear escapes from him as you cradle him in your arms, hands holding him in place and anchoring him to you.

Reluctantly pulling away, he pauses for a second before pecking each of your cheeks, then your forehead and whole face until you're giggling in his arms and with himself chuckling with every kiss.

Your hands run along his arms, feeling the muscles stretch underneath and the goosebumps that are left in your wake. “Aren't you cold?” You say in between his kisses.

Ekko pauses from attacking your face, and smiles fondly at you. He shakes his head, nose scrunched up. “No.”

“You sure?” You poke his chest, feeling how cool his skin has become since getting out of the bath. He shivers against your cold finger. You raise a teasing eyebrow at him as he sighs.

“...fine.”

“Arms raised up, bossman.” Patting his bicep, you grab a clean shirt you've prepared for him right next to you on the bed. When you turn back towards him, surprisingly, he has his arms raised up and waiting.

You unabashedly roam your eyes over the muscles of his chest. Effectively ogling him as he smirks at you.

“Shirt off then?” Ekko drops his hands down to his lap, head tilting as your eyes meet with his own. Finding that they have the same glint in them like your own.

“No shirt.” You say, tossing the shirt away before finding yourself pushed down on the soft mattress.

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[aemondapologistfrfr]

Crawl to Me

aemond x sister!wife!reader

Summary: Aemond returns from Rooks Rest much to the relief of his wife. Once she learns of the events and sees what follows she tries her best to guide Aemond to reason at the behest of Alicent.

Warnings: 18+ knife play, p in v, mentions of battle, aegons burnt ass, manipulation, public-ish, oral (m receiving), kinda dark

Authors Note: defending s2 aemond should go on my resume 🧎🏼‍♀️, i wish alicent could ever just comfort her children like ever, i’m like every other bitch and want to see this man sit the throne 🤰🏼 preferably w the conquerors crown on his brow

Word Count: 2.5k short and sweet

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I pace back and forth along our chambers trying not to let my thoughts get the best of me. I’ve heard no word in days of Aemonds movements and Aegon has flown irrationally to battle leaving the Keep empty. Alicents voice is heard through the council chamber doors, echoing down the halls. Everyone is on edge and has no idea what to expect in the coming days, even hours or minutes.

A low grumble reverberates off of the stone and I rush to the windows. Vhagars shadow flows across the city streets as I sigh out in relief that it’s not an attack but that Aemond has finally returned. I run down to the main hall to await his arrival from the pits.

I grow restless as I wait on the stairs looking to the main doors expectantly. The doors begin to groan open and in saunters Aemond. His eye scans the hall and stops when it lands on me. I rise and dash to his side looking him over for any visible injury.

“You needn’t worry so much.” Aemond looks down to me.

“I will always worry, husband.” I look to him softly as I still feel the crazed energy coming off of him from his battle.

“I need you before Cole returns.” he whispers lowly into my ear.

He pulls me up the stairs and quickly locks us into our chambers. My back slams into the wall as he harshly kisses me pulling my dress up hastily. I begin to unlace his trousers as he groans in my mouth as my hand wraps around him. He lifts me against the wall and harshly trusts into me as my legs wrap around him.

“Fuck Aemond,” I sob clinging to him as he begins pounding his hips into mine. I whimper into his neck as he uses me much to my pleasure. I throw my head back harshly into the wall and groan as he continues at his pace. My eyes screw shut at the pressure until I feel the bite of metal on my neck.

“Everything is going to change.” he grunts as the blade glides along my throat recklessly, spurring on my moans. “Please don’t be mad at me.” he murmurs as his lips crash to mine as he slides the blade between my covered breasts.

I lose myself to my pleasure as his hips grind deliciously into mine. A moan tears through me as I come around him as he begins to fill me. Our breaths come out in pants as he pulls out and my feet are brought back to the floor. I look up at him with heavy eyes and go to grab his dagger that he still has pressed softly between my breasts at my heart.

“Husband?” my eyes shoot up as I take in Viserys’ dagger.

“Come, we have to meet Alicent. Cole should be back soon.” he says whisking me out of our chambers.

As we exit our chambers Alicent is storming down the halls and comes to a stop in front of us. She looks furious as she tells us to follow her to the council chambers. We claim seats around the table while she looks to Aemond expectantly.

“Where is your brother?” Alicent asks exasperated.

“He will return with Cole.” Aemond offers no more information much to both of our displeasure. My eyes have been lingering on the dagger on his belt as my mind begins to race with thoughts of Aegon.

“What does that mean? Where is Sunfyre? What has happened?” she shakes her head as her eyes become glassy as he remains silent. “Aemond!” she shouts as she rises from her chair.

“I will discuss this with the council on Aegon and Coles return.” he hums as he rises and exits the council chamber pulling me behind him.

We wait on the main veranda of the Red Keep and we see Cole and his host turn the corner. I steady myself on the ledge as I see Meleys being pulled behind them. Alicent joins my side as a gasp falls from her lips. A covered litter follows close behind the party and is brought directly into the keep.

“Aemond,” Alicent says at a loss for words. “What’s happened? Where’s Aegon? Why would you allow Cole to parade that before the people?” she shakes her head as her voice trembles as I begin to go numb at their sides.

Aemond continues to look on at the head as Alicent brushes past us and goes into the Keep. I come up to Aemonds side trembling as I lay a hand on his arm. He turns to me with a smile spreading across his face as he ushers me into the Keep after Alicent.

“Gods above,” I stumble into Aegons room and take in the scene before me. Alicent has tears sliding down her face as she’s ignored by the grand maester. Aemond looks down at Aegon and studies the room filled with help for him. He turns on his heel and exits as I go to Alicents side in hope of comfort.

Alicent pulls me out of his chambers as we breathe heavily outside the doors trying to compose ourselves. She turns to me and looks down to me softly. She dries her tears as she steps back and squares her shoulders. Instead of comfort she places an impossible task upon my shoulders.

“I need you to reason with him. Gods save us all if he remains unchecked.” she shakes her head, looking to the ceiling.

My heart sinks as I know she’s right. I’m the only person who can talk with him without truly worrying for their life when he gets in these moods. I walk down the hall and secure myself into our chambers trying to pick my mind and prepare myself for the talk after his meeting.

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Hours later I awake to the sun slipping behind the bay and Aemond humming from the fireplace as he looks at his new dagger. I rise from the bed and silently walk over to him and peer down over his shoulder at the blade.

“Aemond-“

“They named me Prince Regent.” he turns to look up at me as I see the fire crackle in his sapphire.

“The position suits you.” I say softly stroking his jaw.

“Do you think me a monster?” he murmurs as he leans into my touch.

I sink to my knees next to him and pull him into my embrace. He holds onto me tightly as if I’ll leave him when we both know I could never leave his side. The battle in my mind rages on as my thoughts go to Aegon and the pain he’s currently enduring while I can’t help but sympathize with my husband who endured years of torment at our brother’s enjoyment.

“You know I do not.” I hum, smoothing his hair back.

“I just get so angry.” he whispers holding onto me tightly.

“I know.” I breathe out as I begin to rock us comfortingly.

Gods, when it gets like this it makes me resent this family. Why must I parent my husband? If my mother would’ve been present it would’ve never came to this. I know it’s generational but it makes me feel cursed. They say as Targaryens we are blessed by the Gods or Gods ourselves, but I’ve never known a God to feel so alone and helpless.

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The following days have been absolute chaos as Aemond has decreed the city gates to be shut. Alicent looks to me as if this is my fault as I begin to turn in on myself. Aemond takes in my tense state as I sit next to him at council and then turns his full attention to me.

“What is wrong?” he says hushed.

I know if I tell him about Alicents attempts to orchestrate peace he will not take lightly to it. He wouldn’t be mad at me, but I do not wish to see our mother’s head as a gate decoration. I turn to him with a soft smile and shake my head.

“Leave us.” Aemond rises from his seat as he dismisses his confused Lords. Once everyone leaves he turns to me again and looks at me expectantly.

“I’m afraid.” I murmur looking up to him.

“Of me.” it’s more of a statement as he sinks back into his chair as my glassy eyes slide to him.

“And of mother, and war, and myself, and the dragons. Husband, I’m petrified. I don’t know how we’re to survive this.” I shake my head as tears begin to fall down my cheeks.

“I will have Vhagar indulge on any feed we can source and I’ll burn them out of Dragonstone. They will die as Aegon should have and then you’ll have no one to worry about.” he nods to himself as if this is the most sound idea.

“Aemond,” my voice almost scolding as I grip onto his hand so he doesn’t run out of these chambers.

“What would you have me do then?” he turns to me as his voice starts to rise.

“I don’t know,” I explode, exasperated. I rip my hands from his and begin to pace around the room. “I don’t know what to fucking do. Mother is breathing down my neck to control you. Our brother lays burnt and dying down the hall. Rhaenyra sits across the bay with restless dragons. There’s nothing left for us to do. This is a losing war. No one wins this, Aemond. Don’t you get that?” I throw my hands in the air and look to him.

“Have you so little faith in me?” he rises as his eye tracks my movements.

“Faith has nothing to do with this anymore.” I chuckle as he stalks over to me.

“Careful, you’re starting to sound traitorous.” he towers above me.

“What will you do, Aemond? Strike me down?” I feel as if I’m going mad and everyone around me is just watching.

He grabs my arm tightly and drags me out of the council chambers. We breeze down the stairs and he throws the doors open to the throne room and barks at everyone to leave. He pushes me to the stairs that lead up the jagged path. He brushes past me and climbs to the top. He leans back on the throne as he looks down to me with a dark eye.

“Kneel to me.” his voice slithers down the steps to my ears.

My legs quake as I slowly get to my knees, keeping my eyes on his. I try to keep myself together as I drink in his glorious form atop that hellish seat. A smirk begins to form on his lips as if he can read my struggling thoughts as I try to keep my resolve. His legs are spread leaving just enough room should I be brave enough to settle between them.

“Come,” he growls lowly and I begin to rise. “No, crawl to me.” his voice taunting.

I steady myself as I lower my hands to the steps. The cool stone licks at my palms as I slowly inch up to him. I keep my eyes on the ground, step by step, careful to avoid wayward blades. I stop as my eyes reach his boots and slowly look up to him. He smiles knowing the power he holds over me and Gods it goes straight to my core to see him seated upon the throne.

“Do you trust that I will protect you?” he raises an eyebrow, studying me.

“Yes, but-“

“Do you think I would intentionally cause harm to you?” he shakes his head softly, cutting me off as he extends his hand to me.

“No.” my voice barely above a whisper as I lay my hand in his. He pulls me to my desired destination between his legs as I continue to look up at him.

“Do you still love me?” he asks brushing my stray hairs behind my ear.

“I will forever love you, no matter your crimes.” my voice laced with the devotion I know he craves and needs.

My hands slide up his legs to his thighs as he continues to look at me with hooded eyes. I rise on my knees as I begin to unlace his pants while his legs begin to spread more. I release him from his pants as I offer soft, teasing touches. I trail my finger on a protruding vein to his tip and he lets out a strangled groan.

I swirl my tongue around his tip and pull back offering small licks while I watch as his eye screw shut. My mouth fully envelopes him as my throat constricts around him. His hips jerk up causing spit to slide out the corners of my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and I begin to set a fast rhythm that I know he likes. His hand burrows itself in my hair as he pushes my head to meet his hips. He pulls my hair and I slide off of him with spit trailing down my mouth.

“You know I like to finish in you.” Aemond says harshly pulling me up.

He pulls me into his lap and my knees fall on each side of his thighs. He sheaths himself in me fully has my head lulls back. He pulls me closely to him and begins to hammer up into me. My moans echo around the empty hall as my hips begin to bounce to meet his brutal pace. I look to him intoxicated as one of his hands slips beneath my skirts and finds my throbbing bud.

“Aemond,” I sob breathlessly as pleasure begins to course through me.

“Come for your King.” he whispers as his trusts become sloppier, my high tears through me and I feel him burst inside of me.

He pulls me off of his lap and my legs collapse beneath me so I’m again on my knees before him. He chuckles as he tucks himself back into his pants and laces them once more. He takes in my flushed face with a smile as he rises to stand above me. He offers me his hand and helps me rise. He turns me and places me on the Iron Throne and hums in satisfaction.

“You will rule at my side.” Gods help us all.

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Unexpected Revelations

Jackson!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Author Note: There are spoilers to S2 Ep. 6 in here so I do apologize if you aren’t caught up. It’s mainly two specific scenes and dialogue that I then branch off into my own story but please feel free to go ahead and scroll past this if anything!

Summary: It’s Ellie’s 17th and as Joel comes home early he’s met with a shocking revelation, one he didn’t expect you to be okay with which leads him down the road of acceptance as he comes to term with this foreign topic with you to guide him through it all.

You’d been in the kitchen when Joel arrived home

early to surprise Ellie for her birthday.

“You’re home early.” you say as he comes to give you a kiss on the forehead, placing the cake next to you.

“I said I'd do what I could to get here to surprise ‘er” he makes a face at you.

“Don’t pull that on me.” you sass. “Go on and wash up so you can help me set the table.”

“In a minute I'm gonna surprise Ellie.” he says, taking the cake, already making strides up the stairs as it hits you.

“Shit.” you whisper. “Joel, wait!”

You rush after him, nearly tripping on your own feet going up the stairs as you hear him.

“Exactly. What the fuck?” he says as you come up right behind him. “Get outta here.”

“No wait.” Ellie begins to say.

“Joel!” you butt in, he turns from you to Ellie as you both speak at once.

“You’re supposed to be on patrol.” she looks at you. “Y/n what the fuck?”

“I came home early to surprise you for your birthday, seventeen by the way.” you cut him off as you move to step into the room.

“I didn’t think Kat would still be here by the time he came home.” you say calmly. “Kat hun? I think it’s best you get going..” you say trying not to be harsh as she gathers her things. Mentally groaning as Joel notices the tattoo gun and such.

“Fuck is that?” he looks from Kat to Ellie, going for her arm.

“It’s not done yet, it’s gonna-” you cut her off with a sign of no not wanting to fuel more to the fire that was Joel Miller at the moment.

“So all the teenage shit at once, huh?” he starts.

“Joel..” you warn him. “I need you to be calm right now.”

“Drugs.. and tattoos .. and sex.” he continues, ignoring you trying to talk him down. “Experimenting with.. uh.. with- with girls ?”

He turns to face you, “And you knew about this? You allowed this?”

“It wasn’t sex and it wasn’t a fucking experiment.” Ellie defends herself before you could speak.

“You don’t know what you're saying..” he says, confusion and frustration in his voice.

“Joel!” you step in between them, shielding Ellie. “You need to calm down.”

You point at him. Ellie removes herself from your arm as she stands behind you.

“Walk on out of this room and calm yourself.” your voice stern as you point to the door, eyes fixed on him.

“We’ll talk about this when you’re yourself.” he says before slamming the door, leaving you and Ellie alone.

“Ellie..” you say as you look at her.

“Don’t,” she sighs. “You don’t have to say anything.”

“Are you alright?” you take her hand, as she jumps from the contact before accepting it.

“I will be.” She looks down and then at the wall. “I just feel so trapped.”

She goes to sit on her bed.

“I can imagine he’s done worse things at my age, I'm sure you have too.” she exclaims, making you nod.

“Well.. yes.” you come over to sit on the floor in front of her. “But, he is not familiar with this whole thing. He’s not used to two girls being together. He’s from Texas bug, they are as conservative as they come.”

“You’re the complete opposite of him,” she says softly. “Why'd you pick him out of everyone here?”

“For…many reasons.” you smile and giggle as Ellie’s face grimaces.

“Gross.” she shivers and fake gags.

“Listen,” you take her hand. “I’ll talk to him and see where I get through his thick skull and maybe we’ll see about moving you into the garage?”

“Why can’t I do that now?” she looks at you.

“Ellie.” you give her a look making her put her hands up in defense.

“Okay, okay.” she says as you get up.

“Dinner is done if you’re hungry, not exactly plated but it’s done.” You shrug. “It’s alright to eat up here if you still need the space too.”

Ellie nods as you close the door behind you making your way to find Joel. You’d searched everywhere only to find him out back on the porch. Leaning against the pillar you knocked on it to get his attention, making him turn in your direction.

“Come to scold me?” he said, clearly grumpy.

“I actually came to just talk but if that’s how you want to be grumpy..” you push off to walk away feeling his hand grab yours.

“Hey..” his voice is softer now. “I’m sorry..”

You hum in response, “I don’t think I'm the one that deserves an apology right now.”

He stays quiet.

“How long have you known?” he asks.

“How long have I known what exactly?” your leaning against the pillar again, arms crossed.

“Bout Ellie,” he says. “Her and..”

He’s hesitant, not wanting to say it out loud.

“Her and liking girls.” he finally says, the words sounding so foreign off his accent.

“For a while.” you admit. “Since you both allowed me into your lives actually.”

He’s silent.

“I trust her, Joel.” you state. “It may be a learning process but I trust her decisions.”

“She’s confused,” he says. “It’ll be over with.”

“Except you're wrong.” you began, “She’s not and it won’t. It’s a part of her and it’s not going away.”

“Are you actually condoning this?” he looks at you.

“Why shouldn't I?” you look at him confused. “She’s one year away from 18 and she's developing into her own person. She’s allowed these things.”

He stands up and starts pacing back and forth, hand running through his hair.

“It’s not right!” his voice gets higher in octave.

“Watch it..” you warn him.

“Why should I?!” he exclaims, continuing on his ramble of disapproval.

Little did the pair know they had a visit peeking in on them as Ellie stood in the kitchen listening to them argue.

“I will not have my daughter be-” you cut Joel off.

“She’s my daughter too!” you yelled, both soon turning silent. “She’s my daughter just as much as yours Joel.”

He just looks at you not saying a word.

“You may not accept her but I do.” you point to yourself. “You need to understand there is nothing wrong with this. You're going to lose her more than you think.”

You were now closer to him, “You’re going to apologize to her and I'm going to help you accept this all.”

Leaving him to ponder in his thoughts you enter the kitchen staring at the food that was made. You sigh.

“So much for a nice dinner.” you say before getting containers to put the food away for later, washing dishes as you go. Once done you make your way back upstairs to check on Ellie one more time before heading to your shared room to get ready for bed. Joel came in finally to do the same as it started to rain.

“I’m gonna get a glass of water, do you want one?” he asks before leaving the room once you shake your head no as you go back to reading your book of the week.

You’d been so wrapped up in it when you started to hear commotion from the hall and then Joel and Ellie’s voices making you shoot up. As you enter the hall you see Joel wrestling with Ellie and her mattress.

“The hell you doing?” he asks her.

“I’m moving into the garage.” She stays between struggles as he stands in front of the mattress. “Y/n said it’d be okay”

“The hell?” he turns not expecting you to be there. “The hell you are. Ellie let go.”

She scoffs trying to push again.

“It’s the middle of the night, it’s pissin rain out there. Get this back on the bed. There’s no heat or running water, you’re not staying out there.”

“Okay fine.” she lets go of the mattress, dropping it to the floor.

“Alright you wanna have this conversation.” he starts making you grab his arm.

“It’s late, now isn’t the time for this.” you say.

“No it’s happening.” he says training back to Ellie. “You may not like the rules but this is my house.” he tries to stand his ground, Ellie immediately corrects him leaving Joel quiet where he stood.

“Look, I'm sorry I got a tattoo and smoked weed and fooled around with a girl.” Ellie’s tone calms, “Except I'm not.”

Joel turns to you as he contemplates what to say next, knowing he feels horrible about this all.

“Take it slow,” you whispered, hand running along his back. “It’s alright.”

“Maybe it is a good idea for you to have your own space.” he says, turning back to Ellie. “Just give me a few days and I'll fix it up for you.”

Ellie nods. “Okay.”

After Ellie’s bed is put back together you watch as Joel examines her tattoo. Makes you notice even more how she tenses up when he asks what it means. You understood its significance but felt it was best not to tell him it. Joel walks past you after he bids her goodbye, giving you a quick kiss. Once out of sight you walk closer pulling Ellie into a side hug.

“I’m proud of you, I hope you know.” you say ruffling her hair. “Don’t worry too much about him. I’ll help him understand. No matter how long it takes.”

You mess with her hair once more, giggling as you do so.

“Get some rest bug, we’ll get out of here tomorrow if you want.” you smile.

“Hey Y/n?” she calls, stopping you as you walk towards her door.

“Hm?” you turn to her, hand resting on the door knob.

“Uh..Thank you.” she says.

“You’re welcome.” you nod, closing the door as you leave. Heading back to your room, noticing Joel sitting on the edge of the bed in thought.

Coming closer you situated yourself between his legs. Hands coming to run through his hair making him look up at you, a pouty look on his face as he sulked. His own hands coming to your waist.

“We’re a team.” you whispered. “I’ll do whatever I can to help you both.”

You lean in and kiss him, pulling away you caress his cheek with your thumb.

“Thank you.” he whispers, going in for another kiss.

Author Note: I literally could not help myself with the idea of Joel having a partner that helps with understanding what it means to have a gay child but also to help guide him through the changes and challenges that lay ahead of it all. i might make a few small blurbs or head canons of this ! I hope you all enjoyed though !!

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●Miss you●

Daryl Dixon X fem.Reader

Era: Farm (S2)

Summary: The group rests at Hershel's farm and Daryl searches for Sophia all day. You, his girlfriend, think it's great that he cares so much about the little girl, but you also want a little attention from him.

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, angst, fingering, missionary, soft sex, soft Daryl, unprotected sex

Words: 3k

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PoV (Y/N):

Our group is currently living at Hershel's farm until we find Sophia again and Carl is back on his feet. Daryl, my boyfriend, looks for the little girl every day. He leaves early in the morning and doesn't come back until late in the evening. I'm incredibly happy that he cares so much for Sophia and wants to bring her back to her mother, but sometimes I feel a certain emptiness. I also work all day, but I'm usually so tired that I don't even notice that Daryl comes into our tent and lies down next to me. It makes me sad, but also proud to have such a warm-hearted boyfriend. Even if he doesn't want to admit it, he cares a lot about Sophia and Carol and that's exactly what makes me sad.

And today is no different. I'm already lying awake in the tent, Daryl is still sleeping. I can hear his quiet breathing, which is slow and rhythmic. He's snuggled up to me, my back is pressed tightly against his chest. Since we've been together for many years, he's also okay with me being able to see his upper body. Since it's very warm now, in the next few days, we mostly sleep in just our underwear, sometimes I ask him for a flannel. Daryl is wearing his sweatpants, though, in case he hears someone approaching our tent. I sigh quietly, which immediately provokes a reaction from my boyfriend.

He starts kissing my shoulder and caresses my sides. "Mornin'…" He murmured softly against my skin. A smile automatically creeps onto my lips when I hear his tired, deep and rough voice. At the same time, a tingling sensation spreads between my legs. "Morning… How did you sleep?" "Good… wha' abou' ya?" I just nod slightly before turning around in his arms.

His blue eyes sparkle briefly and they look at me full of love. God, I love it when he looks at me like that, no matter what the situation is, he always looks at me like that. Full of love, full of gentleness, like after our first kiss. He has looked at me like that ever since I confessed my love to him and he returned it. "I need ta go now…" His voice pulls me back to the harsh reality and I bite my tongue hard so as not to look at him disappointedly. "Okay… don't you wanna eat something first?" I asked, hoping that we could at least spend the breakfast together. But I should know my boyfriend better by now, because he shakes his head and kisses my forehead gently. "Na… 'll eat later…" Later. So not until the night, when he comes back.

But I don't want to argue with him. So I just nod and kiss him gently. "Okay…" And after I say that, he sits up and stretches briefly. Then he puts on jeans and a sleeveless flannel. His crossbow is always next to us in case he needs it. He quickly grabs it before giving me a kiss and then going out. "Be careful…" But he has already left the tent before I have even finished the sentence. Sighing, I fall back into the tent bed, my gaze directed upwards.

<Time Skip>

All day I've been helping Lori and Carol wash and hang the laundry. I always sigh inwardly when I wash or hang up Daryl's clothes. "Is everything right, dear?" I heard Carol ask. I can hear clear concern in her voice and I flinch. I look at her before putting on a fake smile and nodding. I don't want to tell her that it bothers me that Daryl is looking for Sophia all the time. She is her daughter after all. "I'm good… just tired, Daryl can snore quite loudly." I then lie and laugh. Carol smiles amusedly before nodding and turning back to the laundry.

"Please tell him he doesn't have to do that." The worried mother suddenly says. Confused, I look at her as she quietly continues washing the clothes. "What do you mean?" Carol lets her shoulders sag before smiling sadly at me. "You and Daryl aren't spending time together anymore, it's not healthy for your relationship.." I flinch, caught, before looking at her sadly and shaking my head. "No… We've been together for many years now, we can handle it." I then assure her. It's not even a lie, our relationship is not suffering from the long period of no contact. It was worse back then because Daryl was always arguing with his father, but now we're both used to it.

Carol looks at me uncertainly for a moment before nodding. "You should still spend time together again." She then says and turns back to the laundry. I just stay quiet, what should I say? I don't know. But inside I'm already thinking about the conversation, how I could confront Daryl about it. I was lost in thought all day, I didn't even eat anything. "(Y/N), you should eat something." Lori just admonishes me, with a stern look. I look up at her before looking at my plate, which is still full.

"It's okay… I'll eat later with Daryl." I say and avoid her gaze again. I can still feel him on me, but I continue to ignore her.

<Time Skip>

As the sun sets, I say goodbye to the group and slowly walk towards Daryl and my tent. We set up our tent a little further away, Daryl feels more comfortable that way, so I didn't say anything against it. Incredibly, I feel much more comfortable with Daryl than when I'm in the group without him. So as I slowly walk towards the tent, I look around a bit, hoping to see Daryl, but my hopes are not fulfilled.

In the tent, I drop to my knees and grab one of Daryl's flannels. I slowly take off my clothes until I'm only in my underwear, but I also take off my bra. When I look down, I notice that I haven't shaved in a long time. Uncertainly, I run my fingers over my legs and over my covered pussy. Sighing, I let my shoulders sag, maybe I shouldn't spend much time with Daryl today, I'm not as well-groomed as I was before the apocalypse. "Why ´re ya sighin´ like tha´?" I suddenly heard a tired voice behind me.

Immediately, out of reflex, I press his flannel against my chest to cover my breasts and I turn to Daryl. He looks tired and has some dirt on his face and clothes. It will be fun to clean that up tomorrow. "Hey… sorry, it was just… a hard day, I guess…" I mumble quietly and look down again. Daryl just hums quietly before coming in and closing the tent door. He puts his crossbow back next to our tent bed before taking off his clothes. I just watch him quietly before speaking quietly. "Do you miss me…?" My voice was very quiet, I almost thought he hadn't heard me, but his body twitches. The archer immediately looks at me, his expression confused. "Wha´ do ya mean? Yar here."

Sometimes I could beat myself inside. Daryl isn't stupid, he's very intelligent, but sometimes he's really short-tempered. Sighing quietly, I shake my head and press his fannel closer to my chest. "No, I mean… do you even miss me…? While you're searching for Sophia?" I ask again, but this time much more clearly. Daryl seemed to understand now, but he doesn't look me in the eyes, but at my bare legs. "´f course I do… why shouldn't I?" A voice screamed in my head, forcing me to say something mean. But I don't want to.

"… it doesn't matter… you're tired, you should sleep…" I whisper quietly before I turn around and put on his flannel. But before the fabric can slide completely down my body, I feel his rough hands on my hips. I gasp briefly because of his warm, rough hand. He kneels behind me and kisses my head gently. "Is it 'cause I'm awa' all day?" He then asks me quietly, in a gentle and loving tone. My chest tightens and I feel like I could start to cry. I nod slightly while swallowing hard. "Yeah…"

Daryl stays quiet for a moment, probably now realizing how much it hurts me that he leaves early every day and doesn't come back until late in the evening. "'m sorry…" "Don't apologize…" I don't want him to feel bad. It's not his fault that Sophia is gone and he wasn't forced to look for her. He's doing it because he doesn't want to see Carol so depressed anymore. None of us wants that. "'ll make it up ta ya…" And with these words he gently pulls the flannel back up until he has completely taken it off me.

His hands caress my skin very gently, first my stomach, then my sides and then he reaches my breasts. I immediately inhale sharply as he reaches around and massages them, his fingers twirling my nipples slightly. I close my eyes and lean closer to him so that my bare back presses against his bare, strong chest. Daryl's lips wander over my neck, sometimes gently nibbling or licking my skin.

"Daryl…" "I gotcha…" His voice gives me a pleasant shiver and I straighten my back more and more. As soon as Daryl decides that he has paid enough attention to my breasts, his hands wander back down until he places them flat on my abdomen. Out of reflex I grab his wrist. "Wha'?" "I'm… not shaved…" I murmur quietly and blush heavily.

Daryl hisses quietly before he frees himself from my grip and his fingers go under my panties. "Don' care… ya think I'm shaved?" I stay quiet for a moment before shaking my head. "Righ'… and I don' care if yar shaved or no'…" Daryl's words make my heart beat faster and I nod slightly. I slowly let my hands fall and I gasp quietly as his rough fingers stroke my clit. Breathing heavily, I close my eyes, lean my head against his shoulder and Daryl massages my clit in circular movements. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter and my pussy gets tighter in the hope of getting some kind of friction. "D-daryl…" Before I can say anything else, Daryl pulls his hand out of my panties and gently pushes me to the ground so that I'm lying on my back.

He climbs over me skillfully, his lips decorating my skin with kisses again. He goes further down until he gently bites into the fabric of my panties. I look down at him, his blue eyes meet mine immediately as he pulls my panties down until my pussy is completely free. "So wet…" I hear him growl softly and deeply. Before I can say anything, he presses a loving but intense kiss on my clit. I let myself fall, panting, his skillful tongue now playing with my clit. It's been so long since Daryl and I have been intimate, we never felt it necessary, but now it feels really good. I am incredibly sensitive, every one of his touches makes me whimper or moan.

"Yar so sensitive, baby~" He growls quietly, his hot breath blowing against my entrance. His tongue gently massages my clit, he has placed my thighs on my shoulder. Daryl's rough hands gently stroke my thighs and a cold shiver runs down my back. After just a few seconds, which felt like hours to me, he lets his tongue enter my pussy. I immediately grab his dark blonde hair firmly to press him closer to my throbbing cunt. Growling, Daryl lets me do this, his tongue moving slowly inside me. "I've missed ya~…" These words make me whimper loudly and my heart beat faster. I wouldn't have thought that Daryl would show me that he misses me like this, but I enjoy every second.

"I've missed you too~…" I whisper quietly, my hands wandering to my breasts to massage them. I gently swirl my sensitive nipples, which makes me arch my back. Even though I'm feeling and getting so much from Daryl, it's still not enough. I want his cock inside me. "Daryl~…! Please~…" The archer seems to understand my pleading words, because the next moment he pulls his tongue out of me. He kisses my clit briefly again before crawling back up to me, his lips kissing every inch of my skin. He stops briefly at my breasts to kiss both nipples again. "Ya wan' it this badly~?" His question just makes me nod quickly and Daryl grin slightly.

He quickly pulls down his boxer shorts and his erect cock immediately jumps against his abdomen. As he had already said, he is not shaved. But his pubic hair has never bothered me, nor has the hair on his chest. It has a certain appeal to him, which makes my insides tingle with excitement. "Ya see~? Not shaved~…" He gently takes my hand and he lies down on his chest. I can feel his light hair on my fingertips and I can feel his rapid heartbeat under my entire hand. My cheeks blush slightly as I let my hand wander further down to his belly button. Under his belly button where he also has hair. Swallowing hard, I look up at him before nodding and lying down again. I spread my legs wide pleadingly, I can feel my arousal on my inner thighs.

Daryl stares at my pussy for a while, his hand pumping up and down his shaft. His intense blue eyes are staring an another hole between my legs and goosebumps are spreading across my skin. "Please Daryl~… make love to me~" And I don't have to tell him twice. Without hesitation, he bends down so that he is lying on top of me. He supports himself with one arm next to my head while his other hand positions him at my entrance. "Ya ready, baby~?" Daryl asks me, his eyes looking deep into mine. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and nod quickly. "Yes~…! Please~…" After saying this, Daryl slowly pressed his pelvis against mine so that his tip is now penetrating me. Immediately I grab his hair tightly, my eyes widen and I suppress my voice as best I can. I wrap my legs tightly around Daryl's waist to prevent him from escaping. Even though he probably didn't plan it anyway. "Oh fuck~… yar so tigh~…" "Daryl~…! God, I've missed that~…!"

Daryl has pressed his face into my shoulder, his rapid breathing hits my skin as he presses his pelvis ever closer to mine. Now he supports himself with both arms, which he has placed next to my head. When our skin touches, we both breathe out loudly. The feeling of being stretched out, of being filled, feels so good. I never thought I would miss sex so much. But now I have that feeling again. Daryl is deep inside me and I lightly dig my fingers into his shoulders. Since we haven't had sex in a long time, I have to be very tight now and Daryl confirms my thoughts. He breathes fast and heavily, like a bull. But it's not strenuous breathing, it's pleasurable breathing, as if he missed it as much as I did.

Daryl slowly raises his head so that we look deep into each other's eyes and at the same moment he pulls his hips back to thrust into me again. He repeats this process over and over again, our eye contact never breaking for a second. His hips keep thrusting against mine. His thrusts are intense and hot, but also full of love and affection. Sometimes he moves a little faster, but not fast enough to make me scream. "Daryl~…" I moan his name over and over again. Even though he moves so slowly, this sex feels so good. He doesn't fuck me like before, no, he makes love to me. Real love. Of course I felt love in the sex before, but our lust always came first. Now Daryl wants to make me feel all of his love and affection and fuck it feels good.

My legs are wrapped tightly around his hips, my heels press lightly against his ass. Daryl's movements become a little faster and he puts his forehead against mine. That makes me close my eyes and concentrate more on the fullness. "So good~…" I moan softly against his lips. Daryl just growls softly before covering my neck with kisses. He sucks on my skin a few times, creating light marks that will last until tomorrow. "I love this tigh´ pussy~…" These words make my pussy flutter and it contracts more tightly around his shaft. My insides suck greedily on his cock, as if my body never wants to let him go again. "Baby~… I'm gonna cum~…" Daryl warns me, his voice sounds much deeper. A pressure is building up inside me too and I know that I will soon reach my long-awaited orgasm too. “Me too~… cum inside me, please~…!” “Ya sure~?” I can sense a certain uncertainty in his voice, but I nod immediately.

I look pleadingly into his eyes. "Yes~…! Please, cum inside me~…" Daryl nods just slightly before pressing his lips firmly against mine. We moan loudly against each other's lips as we both reach to our orgasm. Daryl presses his hips firmly against mine as his sperm flows into me and I arch my back strongly as my insides contract even more around Daryl. Breathing heavily, we hold each other tight until we have recovered from our orgasms. Daryl slowly lifts his head to gently kiss my lips. "I love ya…" "I love you too… we should get some sleep…" Daryl nods just slightly before pulling out of me and taking one of his flannels. He puts it under me so that our juices flow onto it and I sigh quietly inside because I can wash it out later. But what wouldn't you do for a passionate night with your boyfriend?

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After

(Text edit from Pinterest, please claim if you made it—it’s a fave of mine!)

I really disagree with the idea that Karen and Frank could have no future together. That they would have to run away, live in hiding, or that Karen would have to give up her career.

All the components for Frank to have an After are well established in the show. He has a government certified false identity with clean fingerprints. (Even the murders he committed at the bar and at the jail in s2, the sheriff and Madani both agree to keep off his record.) He has some unseemly amount of money from David Lieberman. He has a standing job offer open at the CIA with Madani. Or he could go back to working construction or something else with his hands. He could do security, like Billy, or work with veterans, like Curtis. He could have a life with Karen—-all IF he chooses to end his war. He just needs to grow out his beard and he’s Pete Castiglione in public and Frank Castle in private. The only people I think he’d need to convince not to turn him in are Brett Mahoney and Ellison, and after saving Brett and having saved Karen multiple times, I think both would eventually be open to seeing the good in him.

This would all hinge on Frank retiring from being the Punisher, or perhaps only doing vigilante shit when absolutely necessary (no one’s expecting Matt to retire, right?). But I will always believe Frank deserves peace.

So I will just headcanon all the soft, domestic fluff with Karen and their pit bull rescue dog(s), while she either continues to work at NM&P or (my preference) works as a successful investigative reporter, because writing is so important to me as part of Karen’s character. Frank can tag along as back up when she’s poking around where she shouldn’t or meeting sources who are a bit too sketchy. They don’t have to stop being themselves to be together.

Karen wants there to be an After for Frank. And if he ever chooses one—you know it would be with her. :)

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Back from the Dead

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jackson!joel miller x vampire!femreader fix-it fic

warnings: spoilers for s2 ep2, violence, needles, mentions of blood and death, MDNI

summary: if you were traumatized by season two, episode two, then you’ve come to the right place. if you have ever wanted to read about vampire joel miller, then you’ve also come to the right place

notes: this fix-it fic was inspired by a fake scenario of mine as i tried to cope with the loss of our beloved joel (SIKE HE’S NOT DEAD…at least in this story he’s not…actually technically he is…rip my husband)

hope you enjoy!

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The abandoned ski lodge was several thousand yards away and a mere speck in the distance when I smelled the blood. It didn’t carry the sour tang that the blood of an infected did, but the raw metallic undertones that only spilled from human veins.

“Fuck,” I cursed, forcing myself to run faster, my vampiric gift causing me to become one with the air. Snow blew harshly against my face, but nothing was going to impede me from continuing my journey.

When I was a mile out, the blood began to intertwine with the unmistakable scent of pine, wood, and ground coffee beans. There was only one person in all of Jackson who carried that aroma: Joel.

My stomach flipped at the realization that he was inside and potentially badly injured. I was thankful I listened to my instincts and abandoned Jackson, even as it burned to the ground, in favor of finding Joel and Dina, who had been missing in action.

The lodge’s back door was locked, but that was remedied when I cranked down on the handle, and the rusty, old thing nearly disintegrated in my hand.

I entered a dimly lit room, courtesy of a few windows, and sidestepped furniture covered in plastic and dust. I closed my eyes and strained my ears to locate where Joel and Dina were, but even a mortal would’ve been able to hear the screams of agony coming from down the hall.

Without a plan or even an outline of one, I sped toward the cries, grateful that I could do it soundlessly as to not announce my presence before I was ready.

I ended up on the other side of a closed door. The screams became evident that they belonged to Ellie, which was a shock considering she was supposed to have taken cover from the blizzard with Jessie.

“Please,” she sobbed, and I braced my hand on the door, preparing to knock it down. “Please don't do this.”

Who was she begging? Boots thudded on the floor, and Ellie’s shrieks grew louder. I didn’t have time to think anything through. I needed to act.

Busting open the door, I was met with a horrific sight. Blood created a sea on the hardwood floor, and in the center of it was Joel, unmoving. Dina was not too far away from him, also unconscious but unscathed.

I attempted to run to Joel when a tanned-skinned man with curly hair stepped in front of me, blocking my path and sneering, “What the fuck do you want, bitch?”

I narrowed my eyes, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His gun was pointed at me in an instant, but a bullet had yet to win against my healing abilities. So, with little fear, I grasped the end of the weapon and twisted it, resulting in him shooting himself in the face.

I stepped over his body just in time to dodge a knife that another man, much taller and bearded, was clenching. His death was just as quick when I pulled out my own knife and jammed it into his abdomen, letting him crumple to the floor beside his friend.

A door on the opposite end of the room slammed shut, signaling that someone or multiple people had escaped, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to get to Joel. There was just one more person in the way—a woman who stood over him with the broken end of a golf club, panting heavily.

Ellie screamed death threats, and I was happy to bring them to fruition.

The woman knew I was coming for her, so she turned quickly and sank the end of the club into Joel’s neck, earning nothing but a small gurgle from him as blood trickled from his mouth. At that moment, I decided she deserved a special, less humane death.

The murderess thought she could outrun me. Oh, how pitiful a sinful human could be. I was on her in an instant, sinking my sharp fangs into her jugular, wanting to give her a similarly fatal wound that she had given Joel. It was the little bit of justice I could bring him in this gruesome situation. The blood from her vein drained quickly, and she was subdued for good.

In the time it took to take her down, Ellie had crawled over to Joel’s body, laying her head on his shoulder, openly weeping. She hadn’t seen the manner in which I’d killed Joel’s murderer, but she’d soon find out what I was anyway.

I didn’t need to listen for Joel’s pulse to know it was nonexistent, but that didn’t mean he was gone for good. And as much as I hated making this life-altering decision for him, he wouldn’t have a life at all if I didn’t do this. That was reason enough for me to scan the near-empty room for the supplies I needed. There was no way I could get my blood down his throat the old-fashioned way, so I’d have to improvise.

“Ok, ok, focus,” I said to myself. “How can I possibly get my blood into Joel’s system? I need…”

I spotted a used syringe discarded by Dina’s knocked out form and practically dove for it. There seemed to be some watery solution floating around at the end, but that shouldn’t interfere with what I was about to do.

Sinking to my knees next to Joel, I ripped my coat off before rolling up the sleeve of my shirt. I hissed when the need pierced my skin but forced myself to focus on the red substance that pooled at the bottom of the syringe, rapidly rising to the top.

Once it was filled all the way, I yanked the needle from my arm and turned to Joel, ripping open his dark flannel to locate his heart. It was then that Ellie took notice of my actions.

“W-what are you doing?” Her voice was raw from her earlier screams.

“Saving him,” was all I said before plunging the syringe into Joel’s chest, letting my immortal blood flow straight into his heart.

“Is that blood?” She asked in horror, trying to reach for the syringe, but I swatted her hand away, and she stared up at me, genuine fear sweeping across her face.

“Ellie, it’s ok, I promise,” I tried to explain as I slowly pulled the now empty syringe from Joel’s heart. “It’s my blood. And it’s his only chance of surviving this.”

She shook her head as more tears filled her eyes. “What are you talking about? He’s…he’s dead.”

“And if he wakes up, he’ll still be dead. Technically,” I mumbled, rolling my sleeve down as I sat back on my heels, peering at Joel’s swollen and bloodied face.

“You’re fucking sick, and I’m going to kill you before you can do more of your witchy magic shit on him,” she threatened, turning her head to locate her knife on the floor behind her. Even though I knew she was serious, she was in no shape to fight anyone, especially me.

“I’m not a witch,” I clarified as I braced myself to admit my deepest and darkest secret. “I’m a vampire.”

“Shut the fuck up.“

I appeased her by refraining from speaking and flashing her my fangs that grew on command instead. Her eyes widened as she began to scoot away from me and Joel’s corpse. “Are you some form of infected or something?”

“No, no,” I shook my head, holding my hands up to show I wasn’t a threat as I rose to my feet and followed her. “I’m not infected. I promise. A different curse possesses me. Expect I actually have control over my brain and stuff.”

Ellie didn’t say anything, choosing to back herself into a corner, and I sighed, giving her the full picture. “I know it’s impossible to comprehend, but vampires are real. To turn, all you have to do is die with vampire blood in your system. Sometimes it takes a while. Days even. But when you wake up, you’re no longer human; you’re a vampire. That’s what happened to me a long time ago,” I dragged a hand through my hair that was damp from melted snow, “And that’s what’s going to happen to Joel.”

“Have you ever done this before?” Ellie whispered. “Change someone?”

“No. But I’ve seen it done a couple of times over the years. It’s a pretty simple process.”

“He was already dead when you injected him with your blood,” she pointed out, her eyes darting back over to Joel. “How do you know it wasn’t too late?”

“The human body is still alive up to four minutes after the heart stops beating,” I assured her, quoting what another vampire once told me regarding the transition from mortal to immortal. “My blood entered his body no more than a minute after he passed.”

Ellie nodded, standing on shaky legs and eyeing me carefully as she scooted around me and headed back to Joel’s side. Her head found his shoulder again, and she closed her eyes. “He’s going to be real pissed.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” I huffed out a humorless laugh, pivoting away to give them some privacy. I didn’t know how long it would be before Joel woke up, so I decided to make myself useful and dispose of the bodies until then.

I didn’t know how much time had passed as I dragged the deceased individuals out of the back door and buried them in a shallow grave of mostly snow. Infected would surely find them, but that was not a problem of mine.

When I stepped back inside, I heard Ellie’s voice calling my name. I rushed back to the main room and stopped in my tracks at the sight of Joel sitting up on his own.

Ellie glanced at me nervously. “I think he’s awake.”

Yeah, no shit.

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