#MY LEGS WERE SO SHAKY I FELT LIKE I WAS GONNA COLLAPSE

[angelfoodscake]

OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD

[rafecameroninterlude]

rafe + overstim

warnings: overstimulation, unprotected sex

“don’t close your legs now, you were just begging for this shit.” rafe yanked you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles, a soft protest leaving your lips once he lined himself up with your entrance. “wait, y-you can’t,” you were still trembling from the aftershocks of your previous orgasm, “m’too sensitive, ‘hurts rafe.” you nearly cried when he started stroking your clit with the throbbing head of his cock. “it hurts?” he taunted, “did you think about it hurting when you were acting like a fucking brat in front of my family earlier?” rafe pushed the tip in, your body jolting in response.

“wanna grab my dick under the table but act all sweet and innocent like you’re some kind of saint. if only everyone knew how much of a cock slut you really are.” he shook his head, slamming into your cunt with a groan. you yelped, hands flying out to grab ahold of his wrists. this wasn’t the first time rafe fucked you when you were overstimulated, but the feeling was still unbearable, your hips moving in an attempt to pull away from him. he grabbed you by the curves of your waist, holding you down as you writhed in both pleasure and pain. “fuck- please, i won’t do it again.” tears were running down your cheeks now.

rafe scoffed. “of course you are, you know why?” he leaned down, “because you love this, ‘love being manhandled and forced to cum even though you whine and say no.” you let out a shaky breath, your mouth falling open in a silent moan when you felt his fingers circle your clit. “is that not true?” he planted a kiss on the tip of your nose, waiting for you to give him the green light to keep up his ministrations. as soon as a ‘yes.’ slipped past your lips, rafe was merciless on your cunt, torturing your bundle of nerves as he fucked into you like there was no tomorrow.

you lost all ability to hold yourself up, your elbows collapsing from underneath you. “you’re doing so good, baby. ‘think you can give me three more?” he smiled down at the dazed expression on your face. three more? surely you’d pass out by then. when you felt your second orgasm of the night approaching, you couldn’t help your thighs from shaking around his waist. “rafe, i-i’m gonna cum..” spots dotted your vision as you fell over the edge, your eyes screwing shut when you felt that band in your stomach snap. rafe shushed you, still holding you in place when your thighs threatened to close around his hand.

“try to move away again and i’ll make the next one so much worse.” he said through gritted teeth. even though rafe was close himself, he enjoyed seeing just how fucked-out he could make you. “too much!” you squeaked. taking your lips with his own, he stopped working on your clit, slowly thrusting into you so you could feel a small sense of relief. “are you okay?” he met your starry gaze. blinking slowly, you nodded. “good, because we’re not done yet.”

[nottsangel]

Mirror sex w Rafe (enemies to lovers trope )

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, mirror sex, cursing, creampie

a/n: i wasn’t sure how to use the trope in a blurb so this is just mirror sex. i hope that’s ok!

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“My pretty, pretty girl” Rafe whispered into your ear as he pounded into you from behind, the sounds of skin smacking and your moans filling the room. Your hands firmly gripped the white sheets as you made eye contact with Rafe through the mirror in front of his king-sized bed. It felt slightly embarrassing, watching yourself like this in the mirror, but the way it turned you on was overpowering it all— the wetness from your cunt dripping down your legs.

His cock massaged your walls so perfectly, hitting your g-spot over and over again. It caused your head to fall down slightly with your eyes fluttering shut, but your head was upright again when he gripped your hair firmly and forced you to look at yourself. “Watch me fuck you like the little slut you are or I will stop, alright?” he ordered, his pace quickening into an unrelenting tempo.

“Y-yes” you mumbled, nodding when the words barely came out as he didn’t slow down his harsh movements one bit. He pulled your head up to get you closer to him, your back against his chest as his mouth sucked the flesh of your neck. “Good. Fucking. Girl”

You clenched around him at the praise, causing him to let out a cocky chuckle. He moved his hand over your boobs, gripping and massaging them forcefully before wrapping his hand around your hickey-covered neck, choking you slightly. You could sense he was close by the way his cock twitched inside of you and his thrusts became sloppier, desperately chasing his climax. Your orgasm was nearing as well, the pleasure building and your legs trembling.

“I want you to cum around my cock while you look at that pretty face of yours, yeah?” Rafe instructed as his hand moved to your core and rubbed slow circles on your clit, sending you over the edge. You let out a shaky breath right when you reached your high, your vision blurring while still trying your hardest to look into the mirror. Rafe wrapped an arm around you to hold you up while chasing his own climax, tears rolling down your cheeks due to the overstimulation you were experiencing.

“‘s too much, Rafe!” you cried out as he continued slamming into you at a brutal pace. “Shhh, it’s alright, sweet girl. Gonna fill you up so fucking good” Rafe groaned, tightening his hold on you and painting your walls with his warm cum while maintaining eye contact with you. A string of curse words left his mouth as he completely emptied himself inside of you, his cum mixed with your own wetness slowly dripping down your thighs. He let go of you and you instantly collapsed on the bed, your eyes fluttering shut. Rafe was completely out of breath as his chest moved rapidly up and down while his gaze was focused on your cum-dripping cunt with a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Mine. You’re forever mine”

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[sourprada]

Possessive mommy wanda clubbing with you for the first time. She’d be a menace.

It wasn’t news to anyone that Wanda was the possessive one of the relationship. Sternly glaring at anyone who dared to talk to you when she was holding you by the waist. When you agreed to spend your friend’s birthday on a club, wanda was skeptical about the idea but seeing you in a short dress, barely leaving anything up for imagination, made it up for her.

Until she remembered she wasn’t the only one seeing you like this.

Wanda regretted the idea the moment she stepped foot into the club, her mind playing tricks alluding her to think everyone was looking at you, automatically stiffening her posture. You noticing this, clung to her side the whole night — until the drinks started coming— being the light drinker of the group had its perks, getting drunk with two cocktails was one of them.

The drinks kept coming and the heat started to rise within you, the alcohol consuming any restrictions you once had. Dancing became easy and teasing the infamous Wanda Maximoff came naturally. It started innocently, light touches in the back of the club turned into a full grinding in the middle of the dance floor. Your ass purposely brushing against her crotch making her grunt in your ear, ring clad fingers harshly gripping your waist closing any distance between your bodies, and that’s when you felt it. The hard shaft poking you through the thin fabric of your dress.

“Keep this little show going and I’ll have no problem putting you in your place in front of everyone”

“I bet you’d like that, getting your pussy stuffed with everyone watching how much of a dirty whore you are”

Wanda had a dirty mouth every time she fucked you, she mastered the power of getting you wet and needy just by her words. And it worked. Your breathing was ragged and legs shaky but the alcohol was still hot and heavy inside your mind, you still had the bratty within you. Turning around with pouty lips and doe eyes, you looked up at her, circling your arms around her neck, making the first and worst mistake of the night — “but wands, I’m not doing anything. It’s not my fault you’re all sensitive and can’t take a little heat”— if looks could kill, you’d be 6' feet under by now. Wanda was red and fuming, she didn’t think you had the balls to say something so bold without thinking about the consequences. Oh there’ll be consequences. In seconds you were being dragged across the club in direction to the bathroom, her short nails digging against your flash making you wince. The bathroom door was closed with a bang and she wasted no time in attacking you neck.

“After I’m done with you, I’ll make sure you come out of this bathroom so full of my cum, you’ll feel it drip from your legs every time you walk”

And she did just that. Wanda pounded into you, until she had to hold your form between the sink and her body so you wouldn’t collapse. Squelching noises filled the room while she abused your cunt from behind, fist full of your hair stinging your scalp, “that’s what you deserve, bunny. Sluts only learn when they are full of cock.” Shame long forgotten, your moans echoed through the whole room, louder and louder each time you got closer to climax

“Beg to cum. Come on, slut. Beg”

Wanda complied her promise. She left you full of cum and put your underwear back on.

“There you go, bunny. Don’t worry, when we get home I’m gonna make sure you suck mommy’s cock clean”

[darylsfavoritegirl]

Yk that argument Daryl had with Shane at the barn? Put your own spin on it and include the reader somehow, maybe she even tries to break them up and he is still pissed. Afterwards he goes off to sulk in his anger trying to ignore you, but it’s too hard

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The Odd Man Out

There you all were, away from Hershel's house, near the barn. Your heart was pumping blood more than what felt like necessary, your knees had become weak, all ready to betray you and cause you to collapse to the ground.

"This is unacceptable, man." Shane breathed out with fire, drawing circles infront of the barn gate.

"All this time..." He didn't finish his sentence and chuckled exasperatedly.

"Shane. Calm down. This is Hershel's land."

"I'll- I'll find a way to figure this-"

Shane came at Rick when Lori got between the two of them, pressing her right hand to Shane's chest. Her eyes scolded him as Shane gave her a quick stare and rolled his eyes.

Shane was staring at the barn gate, hands rested on his hips, shaking his head as all you could hear was him mumbling to himself.

Your eyes scanned the barn and its perimeter, observing every distressed face.

"You know we gotta leave man. Now we been talking about Fort Benning for a while..." Shane turned to all of you as Rick didn't let him say a word and raised his hand as a warning.

"We can't leave." He shook his head.

The side of your eyes caught Carol and how he wrapped her arms around herself, bottom lip trembling, eyes glossy with tears to come.

"My daughter is out there." Her voice was shaky. She looked taken aback as everyone gazed upon her. You could tell she didn't like to be the center of attention, especially at a time like this.

"We're gonna find your daughter, OK?" Lori rushed to Carol, offering a sense of support as she squeezed her arm, they were glued to one another.

Your eyes shifted to Shane as you shielded your eyes from the sun. He studied your face for a second or so. A faint snicker painted his lips. He knew why you had stayed quiet so far, he was the one that you spoke in discreet -though you felt that the cat was gonna be out of the bag any second-

You felt uneasy under his gloomy gaze as you looked away, changing your position in which you rested your entire body weight on one leg, arms crossed. You eyes were fixated on the others for a brief second to see if anyone caught that tense eye contact you happened to make with the most troubled man in the group.

Shane walked past you, not skipping to give you one last dark stare as he made his way to Rick.

"I think it's the time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."

You sensed everyone tilting their heads to his direction. Daryl stood next to you, you almost heard his breathing go more and more shallow, irritation growing denser through his veins as he fixated his eyes on him; squiented as ever, dauntless as ever.

"I ain't leavin' no one behind." He squiented his eyes at him, his body still as a stone as you could see he clenched his jaw firmly.

Shane ran his hand through his shaved head as he clasped his hands over it.

"Nah man, I-" Shane were to start another babbling session on a bothersome argument right when you flinched at Daryl's loud words.

"I'm close ta findin' dis girl. I jus' found a damn doll two days ago" He was coming at Shane when you felt like it was time you partook in this before it got out of hand.

"You found a doll, Daryl. That's what you did, you found a doll."

Shane pressed his lips together as he leered at Carol before speaking.

"All I'm sayin' is she could've been dead by now and we're-"

"Enough. Shane, enough." You looked at him in disbelief, eyes wide with your hand reflexively being up in the air towards his direction as a sense of warning before he took this any further.

"Ya dun' know the hell yer talkin' 'bout."

It was Shane one side and Daryl on the other side. Things got ugly pretty swiftly as you had to step back when Daryl came at him but it wasn't a few seconds later that you stepped in once again, punches flying in the air, some hitting your chin with their elbows. Your head and body were thrown back by their aggression reflected on their action.

Dust particles, the strings of hays that were laid out on the perimeter were awakened by this fallout. Your eyes got stung by them, this was like hell that you had no control in whatsoever.

"Hey, you back off."

"Come on now." Dale asserted.

It was Rick, Lori and you trying to break them up. Under the heat of the sun, with your red faces and greased clothes were you tossed in a fight near a barn full of walkers.

"Leave. Leave now." You demanded Shane. You pointed him with your finger, forehead wrinkled and brows creased as he clapped his hands in an amusing manner.

"You got a real mouth on you, I'll give you that." He cackled and continued with his chest heaving.

"Now you care? 'Cause last time I checked you were the one who said 'it's a waste of time anyway' " He waved his hands next to his head theatrically and thinned his voice as if to mock you.

"That's not what I said prick." You stepped forward, walking slowly as you widened your eyes. You were trying to catch your breath, unevenly panting as your eyes were out of focus.

It was Daryl's voice that stopped you

" 'S this true?" He had his hands on his hips, gazing upon you through his lashes. It was like he was let down, couldn't even stomach looking you in the eyes, though his eyes had an uneasy beam to them, as if what you were about to say meant more than what both of you could ever dare to imagine.

"No" You shook your head, you clenched your fists without noticing. You felt goosebumps swarming all over your body, somehow making you chill under the radiant sun.

"Fuck no." Your head turned to Carol instinctly, and then the others.

It was a moment of suffering. You, standing toe to toe with everyone. Their hesitant stares, their subtle glances that traveled back and forth with everyone else but you had riled you up yet you knew you were in big trouble and perhaps in the wrong.

You spanked your forehead with both of your palms, inhaling a huge breath in as you shut your eyes and stared all of them back.

"Come on. That motherfucker's lyin' to your faces."

" 'S he?" Daryl inquired, though his tone gave away that he thought he knew the answer. You could never wrap your head around how a redneck like him, could be so tender to a woman he despised. Yet there comes to question, didn't he despise you all? What had happened that he was now a decent person, defending someone who wasn't his blood nor his kin like a sworn confidant behind closed door?

Your eyes darted to the others.

"You believe him?"

Them looking down at their shoes was your answer.

"Stupid bitch."

Daryl mumbled under his breath as he walked away with slumped shoulders and a crossbow he had put aside.

Your face went white, shoulders sagging as you did what you had thought of doing all along.

You kept breathing sharply, turning around and lunging at Shane. He took a step back, eyeing Rick specifically to come and get you as he already had done so.

"Lying son of a bitch." You spat, your hair was everywhere on your face. You could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.

"Easy. Easy." Rick kept his hand above your cleavage, fingers gripping the sides of your arms.

"I'm fine." You fumed as you moved your hair aside from your face.

"Wha's with all tha' if he 's lyin?" Daryl commented while he was tapping his feet to the ground, resembling a jaded eleven-year old in a family gathering. He pointed at you with his hand as he emphasized on the word "that". You had gone mad infront of all of them. You were bewildered, brows raised with a blank stare in your eyes for a few seconds.

"Look, that's not what I said at all." You began. You pouted your face as soon as everyone started putting your words into your mouth and jabbering.

"Geez, am I the only one who gives a damn 'bout this lil' girl?" Daryl snapped, walking around in circles and spreading out his accusing tone to everyone.

You shook your head in apace, trying to select the proper words to utter. You pressed your lips together, face heating under the wrathing heat wave. You looked around like a child in need of emotional support. Hands on your hips as Rick took a step ahead.

"Everyone go. Now. We'll sort this out tonight."

You got a chance to gaze upon Daryl for the first as his eyes were fixated on Carol. After all, they had formed a relationship out of this. You barely remembered anyone getting along with Daryl or him with others. You walked towards the house with thought filling your head and the misconception you felt needed to be debunked.

Few days passed, everyone still being furious with you. Little Sophia coming out of the barn as a walker didn't aid to your situation whatsoever.

You were sitting on a rock near the fields on Hershel's property. One of your elbows were resting on your knee as your other hand was supporting your chin. You were observing the stubble land laid out infront of you, cicadas jumping from one to another.

The wobbly wind was aggravating with the way it was blowing hot air to your face and body when your eye caught someone walking out of the woods into the stubble field.

Your position changed gradually with you fixing your hunchback as your arms fell loose next to you and you stretched your body a few inches taller to see who it was.

Daryl.

His eyes were checking out his surroundings as his crossbow was swinging on his hand. He wiped his hand on his forehead when his eyes noticed you.

Uneasy features were tugged on your face, not knowing what to do or say.

He passed by you, putting his best work not to acknowledge your existence.

"Daryl." You softly said.

Though your hands were resting on the sharp-edged rock , head slightly tilted and eyes scrutinising your knees that had scrapes all over it, you somehow managed to sense him throwing his head back and fully preparing himself to say a word to you.

"Yeah." He reacted.

It took a while for you to turn and face him entirely. He was looking rather fed up with you. His lips were pale and pressed, his goatee beard all tangled, he must've been scratching it and running his fingers through it, you assumed. It was something you had noticed him doing back in the quarry.

"I'm sorry but all I said was 'we might be better off elsewhere' when I happened to be absent-minded around him. You know-"

He squinted his eyes at you, his chest heaving up with a heartburn as he barked.

"Ain't ma headache no more."

"The girl 's dead."

He pointed one of his stained arrow at you, a vein appearing on the side of his neck. He was blaming every inch of you from head to toe.

You stood infront of him, pupils dilated, hands in a loose punch as no amount of air was enough to fill your lungs.

"And I'm terribly sorry-"

"No yea ain't." He came closer at you, crossbow on one hand and arrow on the other. His neck was stretching forward, sweat beading the below of his hairline.

"Don' give me tha' crap." He used his arrow once again, pointing it at you in a circular motion.

"Yer upset only 'cause he outed yea like tha', infront of the whole lot."

"You hear yourself?" You gasped slightly at his words. You were more confused than angry.

"Whatever dis is, keep it ta yerself."

You heard the fading tone in his voice, he grew less and less attentive with you within 5 minutes.

He adjusted his crossbow and arrows on one hand and started ambling towards the house with his hand scratching the back of his neck.

Sun shone through his golden hair, he was walking aimlessly. It was like you had sucked away the energy left in him for the day.

"Your one stupid motherfucker." You hissed, standing on your tiptoes and extending your torso forward to make sure he heard you.

It was all a misunderstanding, Shane twisting your words back then and now no one giving you the time to explain yourself but only putting words into your mouth. You had lost all hope for the situation for the time being, after all it was still so fresh, everyone was still so vulnerable. No one could even dare trying to foresee anything.

"What'd ya say?" He turned his head towards your direction, his body adjusting to his head gradually.

"No one is listening to me but they're believing that troublesack for a man." You fumed in one breath, you avoided eye contact with him.

He blew raspberries without sticking out his tongue, his cynical body language took over your mentality.

"Yer a real peach with yer tears n' all." A half smile on his lips, completely not interested in what you had to say. He had biases about you all along, this was only the cherry on top.

"Do you really think I didn't care about Sophia the slighest?" You asked with an ajar mouth, eyes fixated on his body as in order not to miss anything you could interpret for your own good.

His neck stretched forward once again, the glazing sun was aiming right at him, perhaps this wasn't the best time.

"I ain't yer buddy, ain't yer nothin' " He growled, his hands were gripping his weapon as he wiped his sweat with his arm.

"I sure ain't the one yea should be makin' amends ta" He hushed, turning around.

"I'm not making amends!" You declared.

Which was true, you weren't. You just hoped for to be understood and not have everyone jump into conclusions about you.

You heard him murmur "Sure sounds like it." As he was making his way through the long stubble to the van.

That night, on a chilly weather were you above the van with Dale as you were assigned to assist him during his watch.

You sat on one of the camp stools, shotgun laying between your thighs vertically. Though Dale was sitting infront of you, your eyes were fixated behind him. The long roads, the long fields.

"Hey, old man. Rick wants yea back at the house."

You flinched at Daryl's voice becoming less and less muffled as he came near the van.

"Ohh what now." You heard Dale complain under his breath as he got up.

"Heads up." Daryl warned as he threw his crossbow on top of the van while he was yet climbing the ladder.

He didn't expect to see you there. His eyes flickered across your face for a moment or so as he looked around subtly, obviously looking for Glenn with whom you were replaced to assist Dale.

"The hell?" He inquired deadly with half-lidded eyes as he straddled on the chair infront of you.

"Just don't even talk if you aren't good with words." You huffed, not even seeing him fit to make eye contact with.

He remained silent as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been getting any sleep.

"Ain't no need fer words with yer bullshit." He scoffed, resting his head on his hands, looking around just like you.

"All this time spent together and you haven't figured out what kind of a person I could be. Not even the slighest, huh?" You sighed, not rushing, taking your time with each word.

Your heart was sinking down your torso, it felt like. Your eyes were droppy, fingers at the tip of the shotgun, seeking to be occupied by anything. Anything but him.

His eyes were glued on your eyes as you weren't bothering to meet with his gaze.

You pegged him for a complex man at all times, deep down you always knew he wasn't someone easy to come terms with. You were not gonna be seen by him, not in this, not in anything.

But at that exact moment, when two of you took a minute to enjoy the calmness, quietness around you, letting your minds talk to yourselves instead of words, you dared to hope for a change.

He could change after all, you saw it with your own eyes.

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A/N: well this request had been on my asks since the beginning of this year... so i hope you still enjoy this anon!! also dumb me accidentally replied to a different request🥲🥲 so if that anon got the notification, im sorry, feel free to request whatever you want bae!!!

also i think i never wrote for season 2 daryl before huh? i hope this was satisfying, he was some constant-nagging redneck in season 1-2 but we love him

[softpascalito]

I To Dig a Grave I Chapter 1 I

Summary: Twenty-one years after the outbreak, you come to Wyoming looking for something and end up in Jackson after a stranger saves your life.

But he doesn't stay a stranger.

Turns out Joel Miller is looking for something too. It feels like a fresh start. But when bad luck seems to follow you, Joel is the only one to turn to, forcing both of you to confront your feelings about your pasts- and each other.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader Rating: Explicit / MDNI Word count: 7k+ Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Age Difference, Smut, Explicit Content, Grief/Mourning, Mental Health Issues, Canon-Typical Violence, Chose not to use Archive Warnings, Tags to be added

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notes: this work has been quite a while in the making and im very excited to finally share the first chapter! a huge thank you to the wonderful josie for being my beta reader and listening to all my rambling <3

this fic will deal with heavy topics. please note that it doesn't use archive warnings and tags will be added as we go in order to avoid spoilers. each chapter will have detailed warnings in the end notes on ao3.

Chapter 1 - The Before

‘‘I will be very sad to leave here’, Yves said, suddenly. ‘I have never been happier than I have been in this house.’ ‘I have been very happy too. I wonder if we will ever be so happy again.’’  - Another Country, James Baldwin

You’d been on the run for what felt like weeks but could only have been days when you found the gas station next to an abandoned mall. It had looked promising, the half-rotten advertisements plastered to the walls, reminding your stomach that it had gone far too long without a proper meal, or any meal for that matter.

Maybe if you hadn’t been so starved or so tired, you would’ve heard them coming, the Infected that stormed through the back door practically the moment you slipped into the building. A yell escaped your throat, your hand instinctively reaching for the knife you kept buckled to your leg. You didn't even get the chance to pull it out of its makeshift holster before the creature was on top of you, pinning you to the floor with what felt like inhuman strength.

“Fucking- get off-” you grunted, but even if the thing on top of you had been one that listened to commands, your thin and shaky voice likely wouldn’t have impressed it.

So this was how you were gonna go out. In a town you couldn't even name, somewhere in the snowy mountains of Wyoming, after finally escaping the life you’d been stuck in for so long. You hadn't even made it a month.

For a second, you considered trying to reach for your gun, still tucked into your pants and pressing into your back uncomfortably. You could feel its outline against your skin, a pain shooting through your spine as the Infected seemed to double its effort to reach your neck with its mouth, half-rotten teeth close enough that you could recognize the foul smell of death.

Then, the gun went off. Or you thought it did. The unmistakable sound of a gunshot rang in your ears as the Infected collapsed on top of you. But the feeling of your pistol pressing into your back was still there. It had been a gun. But not yours.

“I got her!” a voice above you bellowed out, an unmistakable southern drawl. “Tommy, give me some cover here, goddammit!”

You hadn't even noticed the second man, who was now aiming his gun at another runner storming towards him. He fired, once, twice, and the Infected let out a howl before its body hit the tiled floor with a thud.

“Hey, you with me?” The man above you leaned down, shoving the Infected that had been on top of you to the side unceremoniously. He was dressed in a worn jacket, jeans and boots, the latter two splattered with blood. His right hand, covered in a weathered leather glove, was stretched out towards you, an invitation to, well, you weren't exactly sure.

“She good?”

The second man approached the pair of you, your eyes flying over to him for a split moment. He was dressed similarly, except that he looked a little younger than his partner. He shouldered his rifle and tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Your gaze flew back to the man in front of you, to the brown eyes that carried an unexpectedly gentle look, not quite matching the gruff way he looked. Shaking slightly, you placed your hand in his, and the next moment, he was pulling you to your feet.

“There you are.”

You nodded, a motion that looked more like your head was jerking on its own accord. But the man seemed to accept it. As the other one stepped towards you, the taller of the two men spoke again.

“You clean?” When no response came, he pressed on, his tone getting a little more impatient. “Did it bite you? Scratch you anywhere?”

The other one gently placed a hand on his chest, forcing your attention onto himself. “Can you walk? Our horses are two houses over, we've got a place where you can rest, get some food-”

“I'm not going anywhere with you,” you blurted out. You'd had your fair share of people, of men offering you ‘help’ and it never stopped there. There was payment, always. In this world, it was stupid to think there wouldn't be, that anyone would help you out of the kindness of their hearts.

“You're not going anywhere else by the looks of it, either,” the man with the gloves muttered, more than loud enough for you to hear. “You won't last a week.”

“I've lasted longer, asshole,” you shot back, suddenly angry at the stranger in front of you. He didn't know you, he didn't know the things you'd gone through to get here. So what if he had saved your life? It didn't give him the right to predict your death.

The other man nudged his ribs, extending his hand to you as well, though it was more of a formality this time. 

“Name’s Tommy. The asshole is my brother Joel.”

He paused for a moment, clearly thinking about how to approach this the right way. “Look, I'm sure you've been traveling for quite some time. We can give you a place to recover. You can leave anytime, I promise.”

You eyed him carefully. It did sound too good to be true. But it also did sound- good. A roof over your head, warm food in your stomach- two things you'd been craving for quite some time.

“Okay.”

The man who had introduced himself as Tommy gave a short nod and led the way to the horses, following tracks in the snow the two men had left while coming to your rescue. Joel pulled up the rear and you had a feeling that his eyes were trained on you, watching carefully, maybe for a twitch or anything else out of the ordinary. Again, you weren't sure why, but it made you angry.

“I told you I wasn't bit,” you repeated in his direction as Tommy began untying the horses. 

Joel raised a brow, clearly surprised by the attitude in your voice. “‘ts what they usually say.”

“Well, I'm not,” you replied, turning your back on him and focusing on his brother instead. Tommy pretended not to have heard either of you but somehow you were certain he had.

“C’mon, you can ride with me. It's not too far.”

Not too far turned out to be a good hour, the crisp autumn air making you shiver, and you were thankful for the warmth of both the horse and Tommy. But what the ride lacked in temperature it made up for in views, the sun coming out just as you passed the first sign that read ‘Jackson County’.

You didn't even mind Joel's occasional glances towards you as much, finding that with the sunlight playing in his brown curls, his look screamed less of danger and more of concern. Whether it was concern for Tommy or you or something entirely different, you weren't sure.

The answer came to you in the form of your housing arrangements. After getting over the first shock of riding up a busy mainstreet in what looked like an actual, functioning town, a thing you hadn't thought possible anymore, you had made use of what must have been the first functioning toilet you'd seen in months. You felt like a child being steered through the crowd at a busy carnival, if the food hall, the functioning plumbing and electricity and the music drifting from one of the smaller shops was any indication.

“You know we ain't got any unoccupied places and Maria and mine’s no good with the baby screaming all night,” Tommy muttered urgently and you frowned a little. The two men were standing a few feet away, clearly unaware that you were already back and you awkwardly shoved your hands in your pockets, considering going back inside for a moment. But then Joel opened his mouth and you couldn't help but listen in on their conversation. The older man seemed as much a mystery as the entire scene around you.

Tommy piped up before Joel even had a chance to argue. “It's just for a couple of nights. I’m sure Ellie and you will manage. You take her in, explain the basics and as soon as we got a place, you can go back to shutting yourself off from every goddamn person in this town-”

“I don’t-” Joel interrupted before shaking his head, a low grunt leaving his throat.

“Fine. Until Thursday, no longe-” He broke off at the look on Tommys face, one that was aimed directly at you. You shyly nodded in his direction and closed the distance between you in a few quick steps. 

The younger man cleared his throat, giving you a reassuring smile. “Find everything okay?”

“Yeah, thanks,” you replied politely. You hated how forced the conversation felt, already regretting listening in on it at all.

“Joel here’s gonna get you settled for the night, you let him know if you need anything else. I'll stop by in the morning and introduce you to Maria, she’s-”

“The boss,” Joel finished for him, earning a small glare from Tommy. 

“One of our elected leaders,” he corrected, another smile playing around his lips at the mention of what you assumed must be his wife. “Well, I'll leave ya two to it.”

Joel took you home. He still gave you that look, and with Tommy gone, you could be sure that it was actually aimed towards you. It was like he was still on guard but whether it was of you or something else, you couldn't tell.

“Here's how this is gonna go,” he started as he fumbled with the front door of the house clad in white. “You get a quick check-up, a shower, some fresh clothes- you get the idea.”

“I get the idea,” you repeated as he led you into the hallway, unable to keep yourself from glancing around for a moment, catching a peek of the dining room. “You live here by yourself?”

“Why?”

His question hit you out of nowhere and you stuttered for a moment, racking your brain for a good response, “Just- I was making conversation. Jesus.”

“Right,” Joel nodded, his gaze softening a bit. He placed his bag onto the floor and tapped his right thigh absent-mindedly. “Come on, follow me.”

He took you into the upstairs bathroom that smelled faintly of soap, reminding you that you hadn't had a proper wash in more days than you cared to count. There were a few small containers, mostly re-used mason jars, that were labeled ‘shampoo’ or ‘body wash’, sitting orderly on the small shelf next to the tub.

You felt more than heard Joel shift behind you and turned to meet his gaze. He was still watching, arms crossed, seemingly waiting for something.

“Do I- shower?” you asked softly and he sighed a little at that. 

“I need to check you for bites.” His voice was low but still carried a small note of sternness in it. 

Oh, right.

“I didn't agree to that.”

You could see his hand twitch, the handle of his revolver still sticking out the back of his jeans. “You're bit.”

It was more of a statement than anything else, like he already knew what was waiting for him under your clothes, maybe a bite on your leg, a scratch on your stomach. Joel had dealt with enough people that had been marked for death like that to know the signs of it. The thing was, he was wrong.

“Is this what it is?” you asked, quietly, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Excuse me?”

“Is that why you go outside, save people? So you can bring them back here, get them to take their clothes off for you-”

“Whoa-” Joel held up both hands, shaking his head very slowly. “I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I need to check you for bites, it’s protocol.” His voice was still deep, that southern drawl you heard earlier in the gas station still present but somehow softer. His features had shifted, seeming genuinely surprised by the turn of your conversation.

“Now, if you want someone else to do it, I can get a lady and let her look you over. We just want to be sure we don’t bring Infected in, that's all.”

“That's all?” you asked as he kept his eyes trained on you, his hands still up in the air and his expression soft.

“I swear, that's all. If you can show me you're not bit, I'll get you that shower, some food, you name it.”

You gave a small nod at that, your body deflating a little. It had been an incredibly long day and the man in front of you seemed genuine. If he wasn't, you could still try and bail.

Joel turned slightly under the pretense of grabbing a towel from below the sink but you knew he was attempting to give you a bit of privacy- even though he clearly didn’t trust you enough to fully turn his back on you. With shaky hands, you began to strip, holding back a wince as you forced your bruised body to move. The fabric of your shirt clung to your skin, dry blood forcing another whimper out of your throat.

You felt Joel's head snap towards you at that but ignored him, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of showing quite how uncomfortable you felt about going through this with him next to you.

He was quick and professional, his large hands brushing over your skin as he made sure you were clean.

“All good,” he commented shortly when he was satisfied, his shoulders relaxing a bit as he reached for a stack of folded towels. Then, his gaze rested on your head again, more specifically, on your matted hair.

“You want me to get someone to cut that for you? Might be easier than-”

“No,” you quickly piped up. You knew your body was malnourished and likely had a dozen other things wrong with it. You didn’t want to lose your hair too.

Joel nodded, his hand absent-mindedly trailing over a particularly nasty knot. “I think I got some soap conditioner in the closet. You want to give that a try?” 

“Yeah, that’d be great,” you responded curtly and Joel disappeared from the room for a few moments. He came back, as promised, with a soap smelling of jasmine and cotton. 

He didn’t seem as hesitant, now that he knew you weren’t bit. At least that’s what you assumed had caused the shift in him. It didn’t occur to you that it might be the fact that you were sitting on his bathroom tiles, shivering, assuming the worst in him, in men, hell, in society. That you looked like a wounded deer, ready to take off at the slightest notion of danger, no matter how badly you were already bleeding.

Joel was a lot more gentle than you would have expected a man of his build to be. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing, reaching just far enough to cover your entire hair, but never letting any conditioner run down onto your face. It made you wonder if he was a father. Then you remembered his brother had mentioned a girl earlier, Ellie. Still, you knew better than to ask. You’d likely be gone in a few days anyway.

But, there was one question that you couldn’t keep from slipping out of your mouth.

“Why did you think I was bit?”

Joel paused for a moment, his fingers slowing down ever so slightly as he seemed to think about his words.

“You weren’t fighting hard enough. To stay alive, I mean. You were acting like someone who knows that their time is up.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you. You felt his hand brush over the crown of your head, lathering the matted mess that was your hair with soap in small, circular motions.

“I thought it was,” you whispered, honestly. You couldn't bring yourself to lie to him. But you couldn't bring yourself to explain it either.

He didn’t ask.

Neither of you spoke again until you were curled up in his bed, him insisting to take the couch for the night. He’d fed you some soup, relieved when he saw that your stomach could handle that. He’d warned you that it might not, after getting so used to going days without food. You’d gotten some worn but warm clothes to wear after the shower and now your body was sinking into an actual mattress. It was more than you’d dreamed of just that morning.

Joel paused in the doorway, his hand tapping against his jeans, a habit you had already picked up on. It was like he didn’t know what to do with his hands when they weren’t holding a gun.

“You don’t have to leave,” he said quietly. “You know that, right?”

Your mouth went dry as you tried to keep your tone nonchalant. His expression told you that it wasn't exactly working. “Who said I was leaving?”

“You look like you will.”

Again, a quiet fell over you and you shook your head softly. “What, you were a psychologist before or something?”

He smiled weakly. “Contractor.”

After a short pause, he went on. “I know it's hard to- to trust. When ya first get here. I felt the same.” 

You felt a small breath leave your throat at that. “But it gets better?”

“There's hot water, three meals a day, fair working conditions. I don't think it gets much better out there,” he pointed out softly before giving you a small nod.

“I'll be downstairs if you need anything. Good night.”

27 months later

The almost-empty soap sits on your bathroom shelf, the one that’s screwed to the wall just above the worn-out bathtub. You’ve gotten it refilled every few months, sometimes sooner if you wanted to allow yourself a little treat. It still reminds you of your first day in Jackson, of the safety that you so quickly felt in every room of Joel's house.

You still have some time before you have to head to work and the blue sky promises a cold but clear day so you decided to go and check if you’re in luck with any available refills today. Stock always changes throughout the week and while there’s usually something available, you prefer to get your chosen products if possible.

No such luck.

“Sorry, we’re all out. Think patrols cleared out the store that had these a while ago,” the woman behind the counter says apologetically. “We have some others if you’d like to try a new one, there’s-”

“I’m good,” you quickly insist, giving her a small smile when you notice you may have sounded a little harsh. “I’ll just wait and see if some more comes in.”

In one quick motion, you turn around and head towards the door- only to run face-first into a broad chest draped in a thick, brown coat.

“Whoa.” The deep voice above you immediately sends a gentle warmth through your body and you take a small step back to be able to squint up at the man you bumped into.

“Sorry, Texas, didn't see you there.”

“I told you to stop calling me that,” Joel mutters weakly, fumbling with the small bag he is carrying before handing it over to the woman behind the counter. She thanks him and quickly begins to sort the items he has brought back from patrol. He’s wearing the thick coat you see on him whenever it drops below freezing, his dark boots leaving small pieces of wet mud on the floor of the small store. He’s been doing the creek trails then, most likely.

You’ve rarely been on patrol yourself, focusing your energy more on tasks inside the community. If it hadn’t been for Joel, you know you probably would have taken off in the first few days, maybe stolen some food and been on your way. But he’d gotten you to stay. With him, for a few days. Then they had found space for you in a small guesthouse close to the mainstreet, to be shared with a young woman not unlike yourself that had offered up her vacant bedroom.

You’d taken an instant liking to Lane. Joel had dropped you off at your new home, with the few things you owned, and you and her had both stood in the small kitchen in awkward silence, racking your brains for a good conversation starter. Of course, you’d come up with the one she probably heard every other day.

“I like your hair.”

It wasn’t a lie. Her hair was cut short but thick, and most importantly, it was blue. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen colored hair. It seemed to fit her though. The roots were brown and the overall color a little less vibrant than you’d seen in magazines of people before the outbreak. If anything, you liked this more.

“Thanks,” she said lamely, twisting her hand around the small cup she was holding. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m the worst at social shit,” she finally blurted out and it looked like she was half glad to admit it and half afraid of your reaction.

“Don’t worry. Me too,” you admitted, a grin spreading over both your faces, the silence seeming a lot more bearable now. She shrugged towards the counter, half a dozen muffins sitting on it. “You like blueberries? A friend let me nick these.”

She paused for a moment, brushing a strand of blue hair behind her ear. “I mean, technically they’re not real blueberries, the ground here is too dry for those. I think they’re called juneberries, but we never call them that.”

You figured she’d be a solid roommate if she’d just met you and was already sharing her sweets. Half an hour later, when you had vomited the blueberry muffins back up in your shared bathroom, Joel’s warning about solid food still ringing in your ears, when she was standing beside you, holding your hair back and handing you a washcloth when you were finished, you knew she’d be more than a roommate. She’d be your friend.

She had also been the one to get you into teaching. You’d been fascinated when she first told you about her job in town, teaching the children of Jackson practically every subject she could. Neither of you had been in school before the outbreak so it was all the more impressive, the way she managed to control a class without the need to get loud or hand out punishments.

You’d taken a liking to the classrooms of Jackson as well, reminiscing on the last summer before the world had gone to shit and the way you’d looked forward to being in school, learning all the things big girls did. Not getting to sit in a classroom, and you didn’t count those at FEDRA as actual classrooms, had been only one of so many things you felt you had missed out on.

So it felt even more special now when, after you got Maria to assign you as teacher alongside Lane, you spent your days in the colorfully decorated classrooms, teaching a variety of subjects and a variety of ages. It was similar to life in Jackson, not without its fair amount of challenges. But, just as Joel had promised the first night, you learned to trust and the more you did, the easier it was to let yourself be. Above all, to let yourself be happy.

Joel steps outside alongside you, his head jerking back towards the small supply store. “Did ya get everything?”

His voice is soft, and you like to imagine that he sounds a little more gentle when speaking to you compared to the others. Not that you see him talking to a lot of people either way. You're pretty sure it's why he prefers the patrols, less people to bother him and less voices to listen to. Even though you had a feeling, about a year after you arrived in Jackson, that he also preferred being paired up with Esther, a pretty woman who took care of the horses and frequented the patrols. Especially those with Joel.

You had almost hoped for them to end up together, to drive the images of Joel alone at his too large dining table out of your head. But they didn't and the images stayed. You had him over for dinner, every other month. It started as a thank-you for helping you through your first days and quickly developed into a rare but regular thing. Ellie or Lane joined you occasionally, happy to get a nice home-cooked dinner and some of the wine Joel usually brought along.

You didn't see too much of him outside of your little gatherings, only the normal occasions that presented themself around town. But it was nice to know that he was there, that he would bring his wine and compliment your cooking and make small-talk and listen to the new developments of your life.

“It makes sense for you to be a teacher,” he’d agreed after you’d updated him on your new position, causing you to raise a brow. 

“What is that supposed to mean? Think I can’t handle myself out on the group patrols?”

His face slowly changed at that, Joel urgently shaking his head, “I didn't mean-”

You cut him off with a small laugh, no longer able to stay serious at how panicked he looked. “I’m messing with you, old man. I know what you meant. I think it makes sense too. I like it.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, grumbling a little under his breath.

It's Joel's voice that brings you back to the present. “I asked if you got everything?”

You shake your head to get rid of the thoughts, then it turns to shaking your head no. “They’re out of conditioner. But it’s fine, I can stretch mine a bit longer and maybe they’ll get some next week.”

“Ya still using the same one?” Joel asks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat and you nod. It's sweet that he remembers. It's been over two years, after all.

“Yeah. Liked it, never saw a reason to switch,” you explain lamely. He only gives a short nod, motioning for you to follow as he starts walking. 

You do, though perplexed. “School’s in the other direction.” “Thought your class didn’t start until ten today,” he points out. It never appears to you to ask how or why he knows this. When your steps slow down and your thoughts speed up simultaneously, he nudges you along.

“You want your soap or not?” he grumbles and your face lights up a little at that. 

“You got some?” 

Joel gives another quick nod. “Brought them back a few weeks ago. I would’ve given them to you if I knew ya still used them.”

You trot beside him like a puppy, making your way down Rancher Street and up the flight of stairs that leads to the small house clad in white. The noise of the wind chimes tied to a beam above his front porch drifts over to you, the gentle breeze creating a slow melody.

You haven’t been in his upstairs bathroom for years. It’s odd and it feels too intimate, seeing the place where he brushes his teeth in the morning, where he washes himself after a long day. You don't belong in a space this personal. You don't belong to him.

It felt different when you were curled up on the same white tiles, letting him check your bruised and battered body for signs of Infection. For a split moment, it did feel like you belonged, in a way.

Joel's hand brushes over yours as he hands you the soap, the one smelling of jasmine and cotton and safety. 

The rest of the day is a blur of lessons and grading, but the smell of the soap seems to linger, the comforting feeling in your stomach getting you through the work day. It doesn’t end until seven with you staying behind to tutor some kids for an upcoming exam and then to finish preparing said exam. The smell of food fills the air as you open your front door and you smile as you poke your head into the kitchen, “Smells good.”

Lane is seated at the table, a few papers in front of her. Likely an exam of her own, you think to yourself. Even after the world has ended, finals season still exists.

“My mum made that pasta you like so much today. Figured I'd save you some,” she says, nodding towards the tupperware sitting on the counter.

“You're an angel.” You whistle as you head deeper into the house, putting away your jacket and bag, fishing the soap out of the latter and placing it on the bathroom shelf. It makes you pause for a moment. You give a nod to yourself at the sight of the refilled container and make a silent vow to treat yourself to a nice bath today.

An hour later, your stomach is filled with warm pasta, the bathroom damp with steam and your hair soft, smelling just the way you like it. The clock in the small hallway reminds you that it's already past twelve and the knowledge that tomorrow is another day filled with teaching makes you want to crawl into bed fairly quickly. But you're thirsty.

Lane is still in the kitchen, her blue hair a little messy and crowned with a pair of headphones. The music spills out a bit, enough for you to be able to hear the low, steady humming of a song that seems mildly familiar.

You do remember a few songs from before the Outbreak- mainly the ones they played on the radio. But you know that Lane doesn’t, being a few years younger than you, meaning that she barely has any memories of the before.

You're already in your pajamas, shuffling to the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. Somehow it always tastes better at night. Or maybe your brain is playing tricks on you.

“Hey, you remember Joel is coming over for dinner on Sunday, right?” you ask with your back to your friend. When no response comes, you gulp down the last bit of water and turn around, giving a small wave in the air between you. 

Lane sits up a little more, pushing one side of her headphones back just enough to free her ear. “Hm?”

“Dinner with Joel, Sunday,” you repeat, a yawn escaping you. 

After a moment, she nods. “Right, I remember. We’re out of blueberries again, by the way.”

“I’ll make sure to restock this weekend then,” you agree, already halfway across the room. You give another small wave and finally head to bed. It looks exactly the same way you left it this morning, the blanket tucked into one side, the pillows arranged against the headboard.

“It's so good to be home,” you mutter to yourself as you crawl under the covers, stretching your body a little. Your left hand reaches for your nightstand and finds the book you've been reading, hoping to get just a tiny bit further tonight. With all the work and the winter festival coming up, you’ve barely made progress, the wooden bookmark still sitting near the front. You put it aside, glancing down at the finely carved piece of woodwork for a moment. Joel gave it to you for your first birthday in Jackson. Then you open the book properly, the worn-out spine cracking slightly. Just a couple of minutes.

But your eyes start to droop after just a few pages. After half a chapter, you're in a deep slumber, the book slipping out of your hands and onto the wooden floor below just as the front door slips shut.

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hello could I get a fic of 2010 Tom x f reader where he’s kinda like a bad boy or whatever and the reader’s like really innocent and stuff but Tom always has a soft spot for her somehow? Like they meet at a club and Tom immediately has an attraction towards and they start hanging out and if his friends ever say anything bad about her they quite literally kick their asses and it’s really sweet

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A/n: of course I did change it up a bit but I hope you enjoy!! creds to @cafekitsune for the divider andd @bunniethinks for helping me out with this <33

Opposites Attract ❤︎︎

pairings:2010 Tom x femreader

warnings:mention of alcohol swearing do not read if you are sensitive with these topics!!

genre:angst to fluff

You’ve never been this nervous before, you came to a party with Tom which you were quite unsure about cause it wasn’t really your scene. When you walked into the house the smell of alcohol and other things filled your nostrils making you feel even more uneasy, “Tom I’m unsure about this I don’t think I fit in here” gripping onto his arm. He chuckled and placed a kiss on your cheek “it’s okay Liebe I promise.”

You smile at him feeling some the nerves ease as he reassures you. He grabs your hand leading you to a quieter part of the house and sits down on the couch next to you. You bounce your leg up and down looking around frantically showing that you still have some nerves, you look downwards as you feel Tom’s hand slide onto your though rubbing small circles against your soft skin. “Schatz you’ve got nothing to worry about I promise” pressing a small kiss to your shoulder then looking at you with a soft gaze. (give me that.) Tom stands up and you look at him confused “I’ll be right back im just gonna get a drink.” he says before he leaves.

Watching Tom walk off you looked around at everyone they looked a lot different than you some people were throwing up and making out. Till someone comes and sits next to you it was one of his friends, “You know Tom shouldn’t be dating you” his words slurred. “Sorry what?” your voice slightly shaky “Look at tom and look at you, I bet you can’t even compete with his standards he deserves someone way better you should leave while you still can.”

Your heart dropped everything his friend was saying could be true maybe you weren’t right for Tom after all you felt like you couldn’t speak everything almost became a blur, without another thought you grabbed your things and ran out of the party not looking back, tears were perking up in the corner of your eyes your vision going fuzzy finally you made it home.

Walking into your bedroom you collapsed onto the floor, you couldn’t take it all of your thoughts were clouding your head you didn’t know what to think. Was it true? did Tom really deserve someone better, After an hour or so you calmed down. You were about to fall asleep until you heard a loud thud right near your window, you looked over and you were shocked, “Tom what the hell?! There’s a door for a reason” you said while kneeling down to help him get up “I’m sorry Princess the door was locked” You looked at him and the sight was awful his hands were bloody and his face was slightly bruised.

You look at him with a worried expression on your face concern etched through your eyes. Holding out a hand to him you place him onto your bed as you look at him with a sad expression a tear dropping from the corner of your eye. Once he’s on the edge of the bed you stand between his legs cupping his face in your hands brushing a thumb under his non hurt eye. “what happened Tom” your voice barely above a whisper he sits in silence for a moment before speaking up. “I was trying to find to you but you weren’t anywhere in the house, then my dickhead of a friend came up to me telling me what he said to you I just lost it I’m sorry Schatzi”. Looking up at you regret written all over his face.

You grab his hand “we’re getting you cleaned up” leading him into the bathroom sitting him on the sink, you grab some cotton pads and alcohol to clean the wounds and his hand “This might sting a little” you carefully dab the wounds not trying to hurt him. Tom looks down at you “You don’t have to do this Princess” you look up at him and continue treating the bruises “well you shouldn’t be getting into fights with your friends.” You say as you finish cleaning up his face.

He gets up from the sink cupping your face in his hands, “You don’t need to listen to them Liebe I love you the way you already are” rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip “you mean that?” he smiles and rests his forehead against yours “You know i do princess opposites do attract.”

A/n: I hope you guys enjoyed im sorry I’ve been so slow with these requests, school is coming up soon and I don’t know when I’ll be able to have time to write mwah bye cuties <33

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mon amour, mon ami - luis S. x Angi???

tags - fem!reader, somewhat soft?, re2 luis (remake), edging, overstimulation, some petnames thrown in, horny sub luis, a gift for a friend~

an - @angi-writes-filth i saw your post and SMIRKED, and then i started writing. the smut is taking longer than i thought but that's okay because little ole' katzen is gonna give you a small gift while you wait for the smut

"Estimado-- please..please s'too much- can't handle anymore.." luis cried, bucking his hips into angi's hand that was wrapped around his cock, tears streaming down his flushed face as he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. moaning and sobbing in pure bliss, it was all too much for poor, poor luis.

"shhh mi amor, you wanted this, didn't you? don't be scared now, mi corazón," angi chuckled with a smile on her face, squeezing gently at the base of luis' erection. angi leaned down to nip on luis' jawline before kissing him firmly at the corner of his lips. "just take it for me.."

"i- i can't-- ", luis mumbled, tears still falling down his cheeks. "i want to be good for you, and i can't.. I just..I can't cum..!" luis hiccuped with a choked moan, hands shaking and body shivering at the pressure of angi's hand around his cock.

his breath hitched when he then felt her hand sped up, his moans getting louder and the tears kept streaming down his face. bucking his hips wildly into her hands desperate for his high, his hands gripping whatever he could grip, as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming. "angi, please! please, oh fuck!"

"stay like that until i'm sure you've come, alright?" she whispered, smiling warmly at her lover, slowly caressing his balls as she got down on her knees between his legs, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips slowly.

"amor- please..", luis whined softly, eyes flickering closed tightly when Angi began licking him slowly, savouring every inch of luis' cock, biting her lip when luis let out another whimpered whine. "oh god…Angi, please…" he gasped like as if he was underwater swimming back up for air, the warmth of her mouth around his length overwhelming his senses.

angi smirked seeing luis so needy and willing. she liked how luis had always been submissive towards her, not even once having the nerve to refuse anything she ordered of him. 'he's mine,' she thought, licking the tip of luis again, making the Spaniard shudder. luis couldn't help but cry out when angi sucked roughly at the head of his cock, using her hands to hold the bottom half of his dick to guide herself up and down his cock.

he was so eager that he immediately came after she'd taken him into her mouth, his cries growing louder than ever as the hot spurt of his semen filled her mouth. Angi swallowed his thick seed eagerly, humming happily at the feeling, sucking and licking at his shaft as if she were eating honey. "good boy." luis moaned quietly, grabbing at the sides of angi's head to hold her still before collapsing against her, panting heavily.

"fuck me…" he mumbled, his voice shaky and raw from all his crying, breathing heavily as he looked over at Angi. he was blushing crimson, obviously embarrassed and embarrassed by all he just did. "hmm, you want more?"

"please~". angi murmured with an innocent pout, giving him a puppy dog look with her eyes wide with longing. "you know what you mean to me..and I know how hard you can make me cums without it hurting too bad." luis sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this battle with Angi's devious ways.

he knew it would be easier to just give in to her demands. she wasn't going to stop until he gave in, and luis had learned that lesson very well already. "alright, fine..just don't bite my neck or scratch me..I'll have your ass in a second-" luis warned, looking away quickly to hide his blush when he heard the sound of Angi laughing loudly, this was going to be a long night.

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Whumpcember Day 9 (Alt. 8, Tears)

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Phoenix and Aaron belong to @pigeonwhumps

cw: graphic depictions of injuries, medical procedures, blood, ongoing abuse, medical neglect, caretaking, fear of punishment, hospital setting

Phoenix was a mess.

Aaron had warned him about it before he went in, as well as apologizing for not being able to help more. Apparently, they’d been injured along with Abbie during a mission. Abbie’s injuries, however, were more severe. He’d have to heal her, which means he couldn’t take care of them. Halving a stranger treat them wouldn’t make things better.

Oh, and they’d put Phoenix in the room directly next to hers. That wasn’t helping either.

Joseph hadn’t been exactly expecting good things when he entered the room, but it was still much worse than he’d anticipated.

Phoenix wasn’t even on the exam table. Instead they were curled up in the far corner of the room, knees protecting their belly and arms raised to cover their head. Their camouflage was shorting out, covering their skin with bright flashes of color and odd shapes. Broken sobs occasionally escaped from the pile of limbs, but they were immediately cut off. The poor kid was trying to keep as quiet as possible. And the cherry on top? The blood from the injury on their thigh, which soaked their uniform and was smeared on the floor from them dragging themselves to the corner.

He grabbed a pair of gloves from the wall and started pulling them on while he crouched down in front of them. “Hey, Phoenix, I’m Joseph, I’m here to help you, alright?”

They didn’t seem to register the words at all. “Please, please, I’m sorry,” they blabbered. “Don’t tell Abbie, please, don’t let her know, I’m sorry, I promise, sir. Please.”

“I won’t tell her,” he said, keeping his tone relaxed. “I just wanna help you.”

“If she…If she sees me like this, she’ll…she’ll-” Their words were cut off by several panicked gasps. “Please…’m sorry.” They broke down into hiccuping sobs.

“I believe that you’re sorry, and I’m not going to…punish…you.” God, that felt wrong to say. “Aaron asked me to come help you. He’s worried about the injury on your leg.”

More fear filled their face at the mention of their injury. “I’m sorry, please, sir. I know it’s an inconvenience. I’m sorry for wasting your time. I can handle it on my own,” they sniffled, eyes brimming with tears. “Please. I know my place. I won’t waste. I won't. Please.”

Joseph kept silent for a second, trying to formulate a response. Their wound was still bleeding, and pretty badly at that. He needed to get them somewhere better than the floor. “I know it’s scary, but can you trust me, just for a little bit? I’m not going to hurt you.”

They waited for a second, then nodded tearfully, breaths still shaky. “Yes, sir.”

“Alright, I’m gonna have to touch you for this. Is that okay?”

Phoenix nodded again, lowering their arms. “Yes, sir,” they repeated.

“I know you can’t really stand right now, so I’m going to help get over to the exam table. That cool?” He smiled, placing a hand on their knee.

“Yes, sir.” They started to unfurl a little bit.

“So, first, I’m gonna put my arms around you, and then lift you up. You can use your good leg to help. It’s completely okay if you need to lean on me for support while I help you onto the exam table.”

He started to extend his arms towards them, moving slowly so that they wouldn’t get scared. Carefully, he snaked them behind Phoenix’s body and under their arms. “Can you put your arms on my shoulders?” They complied, far too quickly for comfort. “I’m gonna lift now. Just as a warning, it might hurt.”

It was worryingly easy to hoist them off the ground. Just as he expected, they immediately collapsed into his chest, leg unable to support their own weight. “‘m sorry,” they whimpered.

“You’re alright,” he comforted, using his arms to support them. “I’m going to get you up on the table now.” He lowered his arms so he could lift them onto the table.

Phoenix sniffled when he set them down, legs dangling. “Can you lay down for me?” Joseph asked. “You’re doing great.”

Even though they still looked absolutely terrified, they did look a little less uncomfortable now that they were laying down. “Thank…Thank you, sir,”

“You’re welcome.” The process of moving them had left blood smears all over his scrubs, and there were several spots on his arms as well. “I’m gonna look at your wound now, okay?”

This sent them spiraling again. “You…you don’t need to do that. It’ll heal. I don’t wanna be a waste. If she…if she found out-” their eyes wandered over to the wall that separated the room. She was right next door, and they knew it. “-it’d be bad. I’ll heal, sir. I promise I’ll heal.”

Joseph took a moment to collect himself. Who even does this to a person? “It’s not a waste to treat you, Phoenix. You deserve medical care just as much as any other hero, but I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

They looked at him with disbelieving eyes. “Please don't tell her.”

“I won’t kid, I promise.” He started to unfold his trauma shears. “I do need to look at it though. I’ll do my best to be quick.”

“Yes, sir,” they said, arms wrapped protectively around their core.

While he maneuvered the scissors, he did his best to keep them out of Phoenix’s sight. Their uniform was unnervingly easy to cut away. They hadn’t switched to the stab resistant fabric set. He’d need to talk to Aaron to make that change for this one’s replacement. With the amount of injuries they seemed to sustain, the switch should've been made ages ago.

The already torn fabric came away easily, revealing the wounds’s jagged, blood caked edges, along with a plethora of scars. There were burns as well as cuts, and some of them were handprint shaped. His stomach turned. Several of the scars were faded and old. They would’ve had to have happened when Phoenix was young. Who the fuck does this to anyone, much less a kid?

“That has to hurt,” he said as he examined the wound. They were already healing, the wound bed a healthy healing color. “I’ll get you hooked up to some pain meds and then I’ll clean it and bandage it, okay?” He quickly gathered the supplies needed for cannulation.

If he was being honest, he would’ve preferred to have another person in here, but Phoenix was barely tolerating his presence and he doubted they would be able to handle a second person. “Can I have your arm?”

Hesitantly, they moved it from its position around their belly and rested it at on the table. “I’m gonna put a line in. It’ll hurt a little bit, but it’ll be quick.”

The procedure went easily, and after he’d wrapped bandages around it to secure it, he prepared a syringe to push some pain control. “I’m gonna give you something to help with the pain.”

Phoenix started shaking their head again. “You don’t need to do that, sir. I don’t wanna waste. You can save them for heroes that need them. I'll..I’ll be okay.”

“It’s not a waste. We have plenty of meds, and we’re nowhere near close to running out. I don’t want you to be in pain when I treat you.” They tried to wrap their arm back over their body, wincing when the end of the cannula caught in their elbow. “O…okay,” Their face was tired, and it looked like they’d lost the energy to disagree with him.

Just as Joseph was about to push the meds, an outraged shriek came from the room over. “How dare you! Don’t you know who I am?” It was Abbie.

Phoenix immediately froze, numbly pushing the syringe away from their arm pulling their legs in close, balling up on the exam table. “‘m sorry,” they mumbled, only half present. “I wasn’t, I wasn’t gonna take them.” They hiccuped, tears rolling down their cheeks again. “I know…I know my place. I promise. Please. I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay, Phoenix. Abbie isn't here. She’s not going to hurt you.” Internally, Joseph cursued. That was it. They need to go somewhere else if Phoenix was ever going to calm down enough. “Phoenix, can you look at me?”

Their eyes flicked up, still wet from crying. “Yes, sir?”

“Would you feel better if we went somewhere else? I can ask Tori, the charge nurse about it.” Joseph didn’t care if he ended up doing this in a little tiny consulting room, as long as it was away from Abbie.

“You..you don’t need to do that.” They still looked absolutely terried. “I’m sorry for making a scene, sir.”

Joseph pushed his anger down. “It wouldn’t be too hard, and I don’t mind at all. I want to make sure you feel safe so that I can help, yeah? I want to help.”

“I’m sorry,” they said, slowly unfurling themselves. “Can I stay, please? It hurts to move.”

“Alright,” Joseph nodded. There were some battles that he wouldn’t fight unless he had to, and this was one of them. He’d bring it up again if they started panicking again. “I’m gonna go ahead and give you the pain meds so I can start working on your leg, yeah?”

They nodded their consent, and he pushed the drugs. “Tell me if it starts to hurt again.”

After he tossed the syringe, he was finally able to turn his attention back to their injury. They whimpered and wined as he lightly touched the wound. It wasn’t warm, and it didn't look inflamed, which was a good sign. “I’m gonna ush it out real quick, and then I’ll put a bandage over it to keep it clean.” He turned away to grab several things from one of the drawers.

Phoenix’s expression was a mixture of fear and confusion, but they nodded anyway. “If…um...can..I…can I ask why you’re…doing this?” They were barely even whispering, volume practically nonexistent.

Joseph looked up, surprised the Phoenix had dared to ask. “Because I don’t like seeing others in pain,” he answered truthfully.

“Oh…umm..thank you,” they said softly.

He smiled at them. “Always, kid, always.”

Taglist: @/pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump

[alchemania]

Love Comes, Slowly. (Death Comes Faster.)

(Or, Furina falls ill, and Wanderer is confronted with the fact he cares a lot more than he realized.)

(He's got a name in this drabble too lads yippee!! He and Furina are close enough now he feels comfortable letting her call him by a name :] oh yeah and uh. This was not intended as shippy, if you were wondering, just to get that out of the way. It's platonic.)

“..ina. Furina!”

The white haired girl blinked owlishly, startled to attention. “Huh? What?”

“This is the third time I've called you,” Tetsuya frowned, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you daydreaming?” Furina flushed in answer, scratching the back of her neck.

“I've just been a little out of it today,” she muttered. That much was an understatement. She'd awaken with a fogginess in her head and a heaviness in her stomach that just hadn't gone away, and everything seemed to be processing twice as slowly, leaving her behind as the world kept moving. Was it always this warm, too??? Furina felt like she was baking, even for a place as warm as Sumeru, something felt off-

“Hey!”

Wanderer's hands grabbing her face snapped her to attention, and Furina instinctively leaned into them a little, comforted by how cool they were. In contrast, his pupils dilated a little - humans were always very warm in contrast to him, but Furina felt especially hot. “Are you sick?”

"I don't know…. maybe…?”

Tetsuya's eyes flashed with something unreadable, and he quickly took his companion by the hand, fear gripping his chest as much as he would deny it was there. “Well, we need to get you medical attention, then.”

“I'll be fine-”

“I know you will,” he asserted, “because we are GOING to get you looked at.” His tone left no room for arguments, and Furina stared at him hollowly before weakly nodding. She didn't understand why he was so vehement all of a sudden, but she didn't have much energy to be stubborn.

“Mkay…”

Tetsuya began to lead her through the city then, and she let herself be pulled along, slipping in and out of awareness as voices around her rose and fell like the tides. Very soon however, it was a struggle just to put one foot in front of the other, and Furina wobbled to a stop, a hand to her temple. Wanderer turned to her then, frowning. “What's wrong?”

“Tired,” she mumbled, barely able to keep her eyes open. “Achy, too…”

“We'll be to the clinic soon, just - we're going to get you some help,” he replied, and if she were fully coherent she'd notice his voice was slightly strained from barely concealed worry. “Come on. You can lean on me if you need to.” He seemed so far away, despite the fact he was right there, and Furina's legs buckled, too weak to support their owner's weight anymore. She crumpled to the ground, and Tetsuya froze, unable to move for a moment. And then the spell was broken, and he knelt by her side, frantic. “Furina!? Hey!! HEY!! Furina!!” With shaky hands, he took her pulse, relief flooding him when it came through strong and consistent.

It might not stay that way for long, though. You've seen this before.

Pushing that thought away, Tetsuya carefully wrapped one arm around Furina's back to support her and then scooped her up princess style - she was so small, and he noticed her cheeks were quite rosy, beads of sweat all over her brow.

..the fever's getting worse.

He had to hurry. He had to hurry.

Tetsuya swears he's never flown so fast before, everything whizzing by in a blur (and if his vision blurred for reasons other than his swiftness, no one needed to know). The moment he touches the ground again, he's racing towards one of the nurses, chest too hot and too cold all at once. “My friend collapsed,” (and it's startling, how easy it is now to call her that) “Help her. Please.” Furina was gently taken from his arms, and he lingered like a shadow as she was carefully placed in one of the beds, a cool cloth laid on her brow. “She gonna be alright?” Wanderer ventured, and his voice was so so small, expression more akin to someone centuries ago; someone who hadn't yet seen the depth of all the world's sorrows. One of the nurses turned and nodded, in reassurance.

“Her illness was caught early on, so she should be just fine. It's good you noticed quickly. She should be back to normal in a few days with rest, but you can spend the night if you'd like-”

“Absolutely.” He was not going to leave. No way in hell. Settling into a chair nearby, he tried to calm the storm in his chest, closing his eyes to clear his thoughts. The hours flew by, and eventually Wanderer sat up and gently shook Furina, to rouse her. “It's time for you to take your medicine. Come on.” Furina didn't move, and suddenly, he couldn't breathe, chills gripping him.

Oh.

Oh, god. God, please, no. Not again. Please, not again. He couldn't do this again.

“Hey,” Tetsuya called again, shaking the girl harder. “If this is a joke, it's not funny. You need to get up. They said you were going to get better, so you have to.” He'd made it in time this time, he'd - as soon as he could, he'd brought her here… so there was no reason that -

Tetsuya took Furina's hand, and to his horror, it was cold (like his) and limp. Just like - no, no no. This wasn't happening this could NOT be happening it couldn't!! “You can't just - leave me like this,” he managed, tears flooding his eyes. But she had. She had, and he didn't even get to say goodbye, and he couldn't breathe, sobs choking him. This time, he understood that death was a constant, that it would come and claim all humans eventually but-

...that didn't make it hurt any less, as much as he'd tried to deny it.

“Furina, come on, you're one of the only friends I have I - please don't leave me behind. Please - I'll do anything just wake up; wake up!”

I couldn't save you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

He can't stop crying. He's sprung a leak and he can't fix it and everything hurts so badly and a nurse is taking his hand and pulling him away and turning his face into her chest so he won't look, and he can't stop crying and he's begging her to do something, anything, but she can't. She knows that, and he knows it, too.

Furina was gone, and he couldn't do anything. No one could.

Tetsuya jolted awake, tears streaming down his cheeks, and gasped. Stars twinkled above, and he sat up after a split second of regaining his senses. It was a dream. It was just a dream. Then, Furina- getting up in a hurry, he raced to her side and shook her frantically, and to his immense relief, she stirred. Heterochromic eyes stared blankly at him, and she blinked sleepily. “Tetsuya…?? What - oogh!” He was squeezing her in a hug before she could process what was happening, tucking his head into her shoulder. “Oh….hey hey, it's okay,” Furina mumbled, patting his back weakly in reassurance. “M’just tired..why are you crying??”

“You're okay,” he barely managed, holding her like she'd disappear if he let go. “I had a dream and - no, it..it doesn't matter. It wasn't real. You're okay.” Wanderer's voice broke then, and he sobbed, relief overwhelming. “You can't leave me yet, okay? Not yet. Please. You're the best friend I ever had.”

“I'm going to get better, don't worry. They're taking good care of me here, and I'll be out in no time and - ….”

“What? What is it? What's wrong?”

“Nothing, just.. you said, I'm your friend-”

The young man froze, taken aback, and then eased up again, slowly nodding. “.. I did say that.”

“You mean it?”

“..Wouldn't say it if I didn't.”

Furina smiled, laying her head atop Wanderer's, and blue and white locks spilled into each other. “You're my friend too, yanno. Thank you for bringing me here when you did. I might be a lot worse off otherwise.”

“You don't have to thank me. I just - . . did what anybody would do.”

“Maybe, but I still want to thank you. Gotta make sure the people you love know they're appreciated.” Tetsuya stiffened at that, blinking rapidly. Oh god, she couldn't just - say things like that, he'd cry all over again and - he had to have misheard.

“You- …what?”

“You're my friend, and I love you,” Furina reasserted, and she said it so easily, like she was talking about the weather, like she was stating a fact of the world, and it shook him to his core.

“.. I - oh,” was all he could say, hot tears making their way down his face again. “Just. Just like that?”

“Just like that,” she nodded, and the tears fell faster. He loved her too, he realized - he wasn't quite sure the exact dimensions of it but he knew he cared for her as a friend would, wanted to stand by her side and defend her with everything he had. Still, it wasn't very easy to say that, so he hoped his actions spoke for themselves. She seemed to understand though, to his relief.

“..why?” Tetsuya finally ventured, because he did not understand. There were many things he did not understand, actually. What he did not expect was for her to answer his question with a question.

“Why not?”

“Why not? Because - …I mean, you've seen how I act.”

“Doesn't make you unlovable, yanno. You're prickly, yeah, but I mean. If love is conditional, it's not love at all. You care about me - the real me, and I care about you, flaws and all. And that's not gonna change. Okay?”

“...mm,” Wanderer managed, nodding once.

Just like that. Just because he was, he was cared for. Worldrocking, that.

They stayed like that for a long time, until one of the nurses came to take care of Furina, and soon after the girl fell asleep. Tetsuya watched how the nurse gently tucked her in and brushed her damp bangs out of her forehead, expression contemplative. Humans could be selfish, they could be deceptive, they could be cowardly - but they also cared about each other and they loved each other, too- and some of them had so, so much love to give, it was daunting. Here in one moment and gone the next but they loved so much and so deeply - and for a moment, he wondered if he could, too, love the world and everything in it or - most things. He didn't think so, but these days it did seem a little brighter than it had before. Maybe that was a sign he was changing, without realizing it.

He would think more about it later. For now, he simply held Furina's hand as she slept and leaned his head on the side of the bed, heart steady. They'd said she needed a few days to recuperate, and he would be here until then. She would be okay, she would be alright. There was nothing to fear anymore, and everything would be okay. He wasn't going to lose her - not for now, anyway.

..to love, and to be loved, was wonderful, he thought.

Maybe that was living.

..he could come to thrive in it.

[kokorosfanfics]

Can you do a top!Chiaki or Mikan with a bottom fem reader and it's the readers first time so shes like SUPER scared and or nervous asf, like shakes alot and needs a bunch of encouragement and praise? I always saw them both as softdoms personally

Of course! -Mod Kokoro

Chiaki Nanami and Mikan Tsumiki topping their Fem!S/O who's nervous. (Separately.)

Chiaki Nanami

You laid down on the bed, anxiety filling your stomach. This was going to be your first time doing anything in the bedroom. Chiaki hovered above you, smiling sweetly. She noticed your nervousness, how you shook like a leaf under her.

"Hey hey, what's wrong?" She asked softly.

"O-Oh, I'm just.... I'm kind of, um, nervous." You told her.

"Aww, don't worry. I'll be gentle, I promise!" She kissed your forehead.

You nodded, doing your best to breathe slowly and calm yourself. Chiaki began to slowly insert her finger into you.

"Does this feel good?" She asked sweetly.

"Y-Yeah..." You moaned softly.

She kissed you lovingly.

"Don't worry, love. You're so gorgeous, and you're really good. You're gonna do just fine." Chiaki encouraged you.

"T-Thanks." You nodded.

Chiaki added another finger inside of you. She moved them at a slow and steady pace inside of you. She looked at you with half lidded eyes, and a warm, sweet smile. She bent down to kiss you some more Her tongue met yours, swirling around in your mouth. She lightly nibbled your bottom lip as well. Her lips were soft and sweet, like a gentle honey. Chiaki moved her thumb to your clitoris, and began to rub gently. You gasped, causing her to deepen the kiss. You held onto her shoulders as she continued to pleasure you.

You wanted her to feel the pleasure too. So, you raised a shaky hand to her sex. Chiaki sensed this, and helped guide your hand to her.

"It's okay, love. You can touch me." She said before resuming the kiss.

You began to slowly rub her folds, before inserting a finger into her. You moved them in and out slowly, before you moved a thumb to her clitoris as well. Both of you were fingering each other, rubbing each other's clits, and making out at the same time. You continued this for a good while, before you both felt the heat rising within the both of you. Your walls began to clench around each other, before eventually, your orgasms came. You moaned each other's names into kiss, and felt your juices on each other's fingers. Chiaki collapsed onto you.

Suddenly, you began to feel nervous.

"D-Did I make you feel good? You enjoyed that, right?" You asked.

"Oh, love." Your girlfriend kissed your forehead.

"You made me feel amazing. I had a good time. You don't have to worry, you were really good!" Chiaki nuzzled her nose with yours. She moved to be next you, and held you close in a spooning position.

"I'll just hold you tight until your worries are all gone."

Mikan Tsumiki

Mikan had you pressed gently against the bed, her blushing and seductive face peering down at yours.

She giggled seductively as she traced her finger down your body.

"Oh, my beloved S/O. You make so happy. I'm going to express all my love for you tonight.~" She said softly into your ear.

She couldn't help but notice your shaking and obvious anxiety.

"Are you scared? Don't be. I can make you feel very good. I'll be gentle with you. Shhh.~" She whispered before her head sank between your legs.

You had them nice and spread out for her, giving her easy access. It wasn't long before you felt her tongue licking you up and down.

"Ahh~ Mikan.~" You moaned out. You heard her giggle to herself.

She licked and sucked softly, before her tongue began to enter you. You felt her wet muscle moving in and out of you, swirling inside you.

"Ohh fuck.~ That feels so good.~" You breathed out, your mouth forming an o shape.

Your moans encouraged her, she began to add her fingers to the mix, she moved them just perfectly. It wasn't long before she had you singing like an opera singer. She held onto your thighs, squeezing them just enough to keep her hold on them. She bent them backwards, allowing her tongue to go further into you. You arched your back, your eyes began to roll backwards. You were gripping the sheets, fully aware of what was to come next. The intense pressure building up would lead to your orgasm.

"Mikan~ I-I'm getting c-close!" You stuttered out.

She responded by pressing a finger against your clitoris, and rubbing it in a fast motion. That did it.

You released your juices into her mouth, and she slurped you up like slushie.

"Oh, my love! You taste so, so delightful.~" She cooed at you.

"Really? I don't taste bad?" You asked, still feeling that nervousness.

She just shook her head. "Nope. Not at all." Mikan began to climb back up.

"Now, how about you put that tongue to work too?~" She suggested as she hovered her sex above your face.

You took a hold of her thighs, keeping them apart. You licked your lips and swallowed. You wanted to make sure to pleasure her as much as she pleasured you.

She lowered herself down onto you, and you plunged your tongue into her.

"Ah yes.~ That's right love." Mikan whispered.

You sucked and swirled around in her, tasting up every inch of her walls. You licked and licked, doing your best to imitate everything she had done to you. After rubbing her clit long enough, she orgasmed as well. Her juices tasted very sweet.

"See love? You did great. I knew you would. You're so good to me. I hope you won't feel nervous anymore. I love you more than anything." She confessed as she began to hold you close, cuddling into you.

[kenren]

The Great Hunt ❄ Aokiji (Kuzan) x Female Reader ❄ Chapter 6 of 7

I cannot tell you now;     When the wind's drive and whirl     Blow me along no longer,     And the wind's a whisper at last— Maybe I'll tell you then—                         some other time.                                 The Great Hunt, Carl Sandburg                        

A story of departures and returns. And sex. Of course there's sex.

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.・゜゜・Author notes: This chapter has some p*rn but somehow it doesn't feel super raunchy to me idk? Kuzan wears a bonnet because this is my house and I do what I want. Anyway, the last chapter/epilogue will be out later today. Obligatory tag for @thehanging-gardens. (＾• ω •＾)

.・゜゜・This chapter is NSFT; minors, please don't interact.

.・゜゜・Chapter word count: 2740.

.・゜゜・AO3 (See first chapter for tags.)                                                

                        .・゜゜・

The moment you entered your apartment, Kuzan crossed the room in a few inhumanly long strides and collapsed on your bed. You shot him a look and aggressively pulled his boots off, earning a groan.

“Kuzan, take your pants off.”

“Arara, give an old man a couple of minutes.”

“We’re not having sex now, slush-for-brains. Just get comfortable and put a bonnet on.”

“Bonnet?” You grinned and went into your closet, fishing out a turquoise satin bonnet. You dangled it in front of him, and he slowly plucked it from your grasp, running a hand through his hair as though recalling something. “I was looking for this before I left.”

“Oh, so you weren’t planning on leaving me anything to remember you by?” You snorted. “It was wedged partway under the pillow. I never even got to see you wear it, since you were gone before I woke up.”

“You kept it the whole time. Who’s the romantic now?” He lifted his head to let you gently slip the bonnet on around his curls, groaning as he let his head fall back onto the pillow. “...I’m never leaving you again.”

“Cute. I’ll have to switch out the pillowcases so you don’t have to keep it on while I ride you into the mattress.”

“If it’s cute, that shouldn’t be a problem.” You huffed and started tugging at his pants, jerking back when your fingers grazed something cold. With shaky hands, you continued pulling at the pant leg, swallowing hard when you realized what you were looking at. 

You looked up and met Kuzan’s questioning gaze, forcing a smile. “Don’t press this thing against me while we sleep.”

“If I get rid of it for now, do you think you can defend us if anyone breaks in?”

“I can’t even tell if that’s a serious question anymore. I don’t have any pants made for 10-foot-tall men, so I guess I’ll do my best.” Kuzan pulled you down next to him. He haphazardly broke the frozen prosthetic as close to his skin as he could manage and lobbed it off the side of the bed, earning an indignant shriek.

“It’s gonna melt into my carpet!”

“Well I’m not hopping on one foot to pick it up, so you go dispose of it yourself.”

You stuck your tongue out at him. “Hope you don’t have to pee in the middle of the night.”

“Damn you, woman.” You went to stand to pick it up, but he pulled you tighter against him.

“Kuzan!”

“Stay here. I’ll buy you a new carpet.”

“It’s not gonna make that much of a mess….” You shivered as you felt the remnants of the ice on his leg melt away, and you turned to look at him. From this close you could get a clearer view of the dark circles lining his eyes. Your gaze wandered to the edge of a scar on his neck, the pink tissue contrasting almost elegantly against his dark skin, like a tide rolling in. You found yourself wanting to see more, and with a perfect excuse to do so. “Hey, take your coat off too.”

“Brat.” Kuzan shrugged, letting you awkwardly slip his coat from his shoulders, leaving him in a thin white t-shirt. Your eye traced the edges of the scar where it disappeared into the neckline and where it reemerged from the sleeve. It seemed to stretch down the length of his torso, but you fought back your curiosity in favor of letting him relax.

His eyes remained closed, but you smiled at him nonetheless. “I’ll have to thank Akainu; he somehow made you even more handsome.”

“I love a woman who can appreciate a good scar.”

“I love you too.” He didn’t answer, but your smile widened as you felt his grip on you tighten. “Sleep well.”

.・゜゜・

Kuzan slept for 18 hours straight.

He eventually released you from his bruising embrace. You cooked for him, and the food went cold, so you cooked again, and it went cold again.

You found yourself studying his face with mild concern.

His temperature and breathing had remained steady overnight, but once you escaped his grasp, his sleep seemed to become slightly more fitful. He let out puffs of icy breath, and you could swear that the temperature of the room itself had dropped.

You had half a mind to slip back into bed next to him, but the bed was a bit small for his huge frame, and you weren’t sure whether or not you should wake him up. You settled for sitting next to him to caress him comfortingly…which turned out to be a mistake. He startled awake and nearly froze your arm.

“...Sorry. You seemed to be having a nightmare. You’re safe.”

Kuzan blinked, ripped off his sweat-soaked bonnet, and fell back onto the mattress. “How long have I been out?” he rasped.

“18 hours and…29 minutes. You can go back to sleep, though; your body probably needs it.”

“Water…”

Rolling your eyes, you fetched him a gallon of water. He took a few gulps and stared at you.

Then he threw the gallon off to the side, froze it in mid-air before it spilled, and pulled you down to the bed, earning an undignified squeal.

“Arara, you woke me up. You owe me now.”

“You’re in my bed, brat!”

“You’re the brat. Claiming to love me, but you can’t sit still and protect me from my demons….”

“Are you haunted by the memories of the Blackbeard Pirates’ B.O.?”

He pulled you into his lap and kissed you. “It was nothing compared to your morning breath.”

“Hey, I’ve been up for hours already! You’re probably smelling your damn self!”

“I was a Blackbeard Pirate, after all.”

“I could tell from a mile away.”

Mouthing desperately at your neck, Kuzan attempted to shove his fingers in your mouth. Your eyes widened and you managed to bite down before they made contact with your tongue. You grabbed his wrist and yanked his hand away from your face with an indignant glare. “Did you even wash your hands after we got back last night?!”

“Finger yourself then, woman. I was just trying to multitask and shut you up.”

You giggled as you felt his hardened length pressing up into your leg. “I still have this effect on you, huh?” Kuzan eyed you lazily, then frowned and pushed you off. “Where are you going?”

“To wash my hands, since you’re so bad at following instructions. The Navy should have gotten rid of you sooner.” From across the room, your eyes lingered on his long fingers as he carefully soaped them up and rinsed them off. “Arara, I can sense your desperation from here. Maybe I should take you up on that offer of going back to sleep.”

“Don’t you like me desperate?”

“I’m making my new career out of leaving you unsatisfied.”

You smirked and threw your legs over the side of the bed. “I don’t think you’re qualified for that.”

“Just you wait.” Kuzan approached and stood between your legs. His dick had started to soften, but he didn’t seem too pressed, instead taking the moment to gaze down at you. To an outsider, he may have looked bored, but you had known him long enough to sense the intense fondness in his expressionlessness, and it made you blush. “Your bed is too damn short.”

“We’ll get a new one.”

“No. It smells like you.” He reached up and caressed your cheek, face still blank.

“Kuzan, lie down.” 

And he did so, wordlessly, with a small groan, relishing the respite from his lingering sleepiness and sore muscles. You climbed onto him with an impish grin and slipped a hand down the front of your panties.

“Arara, now you listen? You made me get up for nothing?”

“No…I want your hands.” You took his hand and guided him to run his fingers along the length of your slit through your panties. The lack of friction had him hardening against you again in seconds and sitting up straight in the bed. 

“Take these off and sit in my lap, back to me.”

You pouted. “Don’t freeze me this time.”

“Of course not. You still have to ride me, after all; this is just what’s left of my mercy.” He pushed your legs apart, and you reveled in the familiar way he delved his fingers into the flesh right next to your outer labia, causing slick to pour out of you. He spread you open with one hand, looking down at you with a small harrumph. “I doubt I can make you come like this right now, anyway. You’re too wet and sloppy. No friction whatsoever.”

You tilted your head back to glare at him. “You’re mean.”

“It doesn’t even matter that you didn’t let another man touch you. Two minutes in close proximity to me and you’re dripping and loose. Embarrassing.” He shoved two fingers in without warning.

You flushed, his words hitting you with a pang of self-consciousness. “Is it too much? I can, uh, towel off…”

Kuzan lifted his opposite hand and pulled your chin up to make you look at him. “It’s perfect. You are perfect, for me.” He released your face and gently patted your head. “I’m over 9 feet tall. If you liked me any less, we’d be in big trouble.” Taking solace in his words, you relaxed against him, trembling and twitching as he crooked his finger inside of you.

“...Okay.”

“Plus… I’m impatient. And notoriously lazy.” He collapsed backward onto the mattress. “It’s your turn.”

“C-can I turn around?”

“As much as I love your ass…I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Your legs cramped slightly as you struggled to straddle him, earning a chuckle. He brought his two large hands to your hips, rubbing soothing circles as he watched your efforts with a soft smile on his face. “You can try kneeling on my hips if you wa—”

“I got this!”

“We can fool around with different positions, you know. I am…not unaware of our size difference.”

“Oh believe me, I know you’re not, pervert.”

He smirked. “Pervert I may be…my point stands.”

“We’ll fool around later. I’m riding you like this if it’s the last thing I do.” You lined the head of his cock up with your entrance, shivering at the foreign feeling of him pressed against you. Suddenly hyperaware of the fact that this is only your second time together, you pulled back and ground your wetness against him, earning a sharp inhale. For all his teasing, he was right—you were soaked. The veins lining his length and the subtle ridges of his frenulum slipped against your clit, but you were both so slicked up by this point that the feeling was almost muted.

You lined your bodies up once again and closed your eyes as you pressed down onto him. You were so turned on that your mind was nearly entirely blank. Kuzan’s mouth hung open in pleasure, but he managed to cast you an amused glance before glancing back down to where his thick length was spearing you open, equally aroused by the sight of your body trying to take him.

“...You’re doing a great job.” The bluntness of his comment took you off guard. You snorted on instinct, but it turned to a genuine laugh. You nuzzled him fondly and pushed down several inches at once, once again intent on making him lose his composure. His hands flew to your hips and squeezed almost painfully. “I should be quiet. I forgot that you’re damn crazy.”

You bobbed your hips up and down, clenching desperately when you realized he wasn’t letting you sink down lower than where his hands had stopped you initially.

“Kuzaaaan.” As you whined, your hips collided with his hands once again—but this time he grabbed you and pulled you down further. The shock sent you reeling. Before you could even process what was happening, you felt yourself pulsing around him, hissing and batting his hand away as he tried to reach for your clit.

Eventually, you fell limp against his chest, struggling to catch your breath. When you lifted your head to offer a bashful grin, the lust in his dilated pupils drove the air from your lungs once again.

“Arara. You know…I read somewhere that less than 20% of women can come from penetration alone.”

“The rest must not have tried your cock.”

“A new experience for you, then?”

You shot him another playful glare, still bracing yourself on his chest. “I’m not doing that to your ego, but nice try.” His gaze softened, and he caressed your back with one hand, gently brushing your hair from your face with the other. 

“I love you,” he murmured.

“I…I love you too. You can start moving again in a minute or two, I promise.”

“No rush. We have all the time in the world. And seeing you like this…I doubt I’m getting any softer.”

“Really? You are an old man, after all…”

He snorted. “You think your words are enough to insult me when you just came from my cock alone?” You stuck your tongue out and tried to bounce on him again, but the suddenness of the movement made you both jolt. “Relax. Take your time.”

You leaned forward to meet him in a languid kiss. The movement of his soft lips against your own had you shivering and twitching, and Kuzan pulled back with a nearly inaudible groan. Slowly, you started riding him again. The aftermath of your orgasm made for an even tighter fit—you felt every inch of his length as it dragged against your walls, and his usually-steady hands trembled against the flesh of your hips.

“Kuzan, kiss me again,” you pleaded. He leaned in to meet you once more. and, as though bound by an unspoken understanding, you both focused simply on sharing breath. He alternated puffs of warm and ice-cold air until you noticed, at which point he laughed and finally brushed his lips against yours. When you pulled back to breathe against each other's lips once more, you finally slammed your hips down, taking him to the hilt.

…And he came immediately.

“…”

“Did you just…” He cut off your sentence with another kiss, pulling back with a shameless smirk.

“Couldn’t let it feel one-sided.”

“...I appreciate it.” You tried to pull off of him, but he pushed you back down. The exaggerated squelching sound made you cringe.

“Back to sleep.”

“I’m gonna get a UTI!”

“UTI? Is that like a commendation?” You made a face and squirmed in his grasp. “Arara. Fine, just give me a few minutes like this.” Rolling your eyes, you surrendered yourself to him, pressing your cheek to his torso, enjoying the soft rise and fall of his diaphragm and the warmth of one of his hands still pressed to your back.

“Do you think life will be boring? Now that we’re both out of the Marines and you’re out of…whatever the hell else you were doing?”

He snorted again, tugging playfully at your hair. “Great timing.” After a moment, Kuzan opened his eyes, fixing his gaze on the ceiling. “Boring might be a welcome change for me. But I know a woman like you wouldn’t be able to bear it, so…no. I don’t think life will be boring.” He rolled onto his side, and you fell off his lap with a small huff. “I’ve stolen enough from enough people, if you want to call them that, that we won’t have to go back to work, as long as we budget properly.”

You just stared at him. “And here I thought we were done with the dirty talk.”

“We’ll hit some of the cheaper islands, and a few of the more luxurious ones. You can explore new cities and go hiking, or whatever it is that brats like you do, and I’ll take a nap on the shore and await your return.”

“Well if you’re paying, I guess I can’t complain.”

“Arara, money is all it takes to stop your whining? What a superficial woman. I would have paid up years ago.”

You grinned at him. “I’ll accept your insults as long as I get to pick our first destination.”

When you met Kuzan’s eyes, their warmth nearly swallowed you whole.

“You know I’d go anywhere with you.”

[skyfall8600]

Body Shaking

Pair: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: smut ❤️, swearing, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving)

My Masterlist

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“Come one, just one more!”

“So fucking good!”

“And… and…. That’s it!”

You collapsed to the floor, your arms and torso going numb. Sweat dripping from your forehead causing for your hair to stick to your face.

“Did I beat his record?” You asked, looking around you. Your breath was shaky as your body started to tremble, your muscles feeling the repercussion.

Gareth nodded, excitingly jumping and looking at the timer of his watch. “3 whole minutes! Fucking pay up Munson!”

Eddie sighed, tossing the younger boy the a $20 bill. “She weighs less, gravity didn’t work as hard on her!”

“Say whatever excuse you want, baby,” you laughed, slowly catching your breath. “I can hold a plank longer than you, therefore making me the superior and stronger one.”

It was unusual how you all got here. After a few hits of weed and some drinks, the boys started to see who could hold their breath the longest, who won at arm wrestle…. It was quiet pathetic but amusing nonetheless. Eddie had won every round, his ego growing rapidly.

………………..

You initially sat there, laughing at them. Encouraging the younger ones must to Eddie’s dismay. It was no secret the two of you liked each other, but you both didn’t want to ruin what you had… so shameless flirting was all you did.

“I’m not even going to attempt challenging you to a plank, hardest fucking thing ever.” Eddie said, laughing and taking a small sip of his beer.

“Bet you can only last a minute!” Gareth said, trying to defend himself.

“I know I can.” Eddie said proudly, taking off his jacket and proceeding to the floor. When he dropped to his knees he gave you a small wink that made your heart flutter.

You watched him, muscles tighten as he held his position. Your body getting warmer as you were unable to move your gaze from him. Burning desire pooled between your legs. You didn’t care if anyone noticed how hot your face became; you wanted to memorised the way his muscles twitched.

He got to the two minute mark and cried out as he collapsed. He looked to Gareth, “2 minutes and 4 seconds.”

“Fuck yeah.” Eddie said, bringing his attention back to you. “Like what you see?”

You wanted to jump him, to ruin everything for a split moment of feeling his body up against yours. But you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

You started hanging out with the guys a year ago, once you moved to Hawkins. In that time, you never told them of your rather athletic history. You knew how Eddie felt about the jocks and it wasn’t like you were interested in it anymore, so you didn’t feel a need to disclose this information.

But at this very moment, all those years of gymnastics were gonna pay off. And wipe that smug look off his face.

“Double the bet. You lose if I can last 3 minutes.” You said, everyone going quiet.

“No need to push yourself doll, you already impress us by merely talking to us.” Eddie replied, giving you back your flirtatious behaviour.

“$10. I can do it.”

“Just for you, I’ll make it $20.”

“Deal.”

“Watch and learn boys.”

…………………………..

That’s how Eddie found himself unable to look away from you. How his mind raced with a thousand different ways he wanted to make you break out in a sweat and get you all breathless, just like you were now as you lied on the floor.

“Fuck, only 3 minutes? I used to be able to last 5.” You said, wiping away at your forehead.

“How. The. Hell. Did you do that?” Jeff asked.

You shrugged, “Used to be in competitive gymnastics. Haven’t practiced in over a year, and I’m really fucking feeling it.”

Eddie blushed, picturing you in a leotard leaving little to the imagination.

Everyone returned to normal but the two of you were clearly worked up from the little shows you put on for the other. When they all filed out of his trailer, going home one by one, it left the two of you finally alone.

“You okay there Eddie?” You asked teasingly.

He couldn’t move off the couch, knowing you’d be able to make out his very clear hard on. “Just thinking off all the ways to make fun of your little acrobatic stuff.”

“Gymnastics you mean.”

He nodded, “Mhm, sure. Same thing.”

Something had changed between you, or it was just the alcohol talking. You walked over to him until you occupied the other end on the rather small couch.

“I think,” you whisper against his ear, “you like the idea of me in the little leotards.”

His brown eyes were dark and dilated. He swallowed the saliva building up in his mouth, feeling a chill run down his spin as your breath floated against his ear.

“Or maybe, you’re wondering how flexible I am.”

He lost all control at that comment. He grabbed you by the face, bringing it close to his and he kissed you at full force. Increasing his body pressure against yours, you found yourself lying back against the sofa with him on top of you.

You could feel his erect penis against your thriving heat. It made you moan into his mouth, which suddenly made him realise that he broke the rule between you to never take things further.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“ he said against your lips, trying to remove himself from your body but your tight grip on his neck didn’t let him get far. “I shouldn’t have- fuck.”

“Eddie, I swear to god if you keep trying to stop kissing me I’ll cut your dick off.” You growled at him, not giving him a chance to reply before smashing your lips with him again.

Somehow what you said was what he needed to hear. He became fully invested in exploring you. Gradually and subconsciously he started to grind against you, his throbbing member adding tension to the seam of your jeans that made the sensations radiate in you.

One of his hands found it’s way under your skirt, cupping your breast. Your hardened nipples poked through the fabric and he felt every bit of it.

“Need this off.” You mumbled, pulling at the bottom of his shirt so it came off him. He smiled and happily obliged, helping you remove the material.

“Only if yours come off too.” He said, repeating the process.

“Yes, Sir.”

He groaned, eyebrows knitting together. “I don’t think I can handle you saying shit like that.”

You giggled, your hands moving across his bare chest. “Oh I’m sorry, do you prefer… Master?”

His kisses suddenly became more aggressive, as did his hands against your breasts. Panting at the feeling, you proceeded to move your hips to rock your core against him.

He became braver. His hand leaving your breast to go lower, he paused for a moment to see if it was too much.

“Please.” The voice left your lips in a whisper.

Undoing the button on your jeans yourself, Eddie was in awe of how desirable you looked. He wasted no time dropping his fingers to graze your most sensitive area as he continued to assault your lips with kisses.

Your were warm and wet, seeping through the thin undergarments easily. He could feel it saturating his fingers with a single swipe.

“Fuck.” He hissed, rubbing his fingers up against you and you moaned into it. “So ready for me.”

“Eddie… please.”

Moving your panties to the side, he felt too restricted by the clothes you were still wearing. You noticed this and let out a frustrated growl. Lifting your hips up, you started to wiggle out the jeans. He laughed to himself and helped you, positioning himself right back on top of you and fingers to your melting core.

One finger guided into you easily, your breath loud against his ear and his lips attacking your neck. “Mmm..”

He added another, moving them a bit more thoroughly. He thought he was in heaven just by hearing the sounds you made, the way your body curved up against him.

After a few minutes, you were close but unable to reach that peak. Tears formed in your eyes from desperation. Eddie noticed and wanted to satisfy you, he removed his fingers to run circles against the bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs.

Your moans became higher pitch and all sense of clarity left his mind. He had to make you sound like that again. He needed to hear you.

You were closer, unembarrassed by your pornstar sounds and whimpers. You’d dream of this for so long; late at night you’d imagine what he would feel like, how his fingers felt up inside you. And you are loving every second of it. So naturally, when his hands removed from your body you cried out.

“Sh, I got you.” He said, kissing away a desperate tear from your cheek. “Fucking gorgeous.”

He kissed between your breasts and down your body. Electricity rocking through you. When he reached his desired area, he noticed that the couch wasn’t big enough. He was satisfied with the angle it forced him to be in.

He stood up abruptly and urgently, unable to give your near-climax mind a chance comprehend what was going on before he scooped you up in his arms and paraded to his room, tossing you on the bed.

“Much better.” He said over your giggles.

He used his hands to spread your legs wide open in front of him. Lowering his head, he could smell you and it made his eyes roll back. His lips grazed the skin of your inner thighs, making you twitch.

“Eddie please..” you cried, your fingers tangling in the mess of his curls.

He hooked a finger into your panties and pulled them down, giving him full access to you. Access he abused quickly. Diving in, the tongue and lips went straight to work. You were already so worked up from your session on the couch that you were back to high pictures screams within seconds.

“Fuck..” you cried, moving your body to get as much friction against him as possible.

His nose rubbed your clit and as soon as he heard how you reacted to it, he was determined to make that his main focus. Your legs started to shake when his tongue lapped messy circles on the sensitive bud.

“Ed.. I.. mhmm.”

You were a mess. Both verbally and physically in front of him. He sucked on you clit and your back arched, fingers digging into his skull as you experienced the most intense orgasm of your life.

He didn’t stop. He wanted to feel you inside as your walls pulsated through your climax. His finger curved up inside you, your scream beyond louder as you cried out the lord’s name in vein.

One orgasm rolled seamlessly into another, your whole body spasming and you finally had enough. You pulled him up from you by his hair. The sight of him with his desire drunk eyes and mouth glistening with your release was enough to make you go mad.

Without wiping it away, you pulled him to you and kissed him like your life depended on it. He made is way back up your body. Every inch of you covered with his. You needed him.

You went to palm his erection but you met his semi-hard wet member.

“I-I enjoyed going down on you too much.” He admitted embarrassingly, scared to see your reaction.

You smiled, “that’s okay, we’ll start with you next time.”

“Next time?” He replied with his signature smirk. “What happened to staying as just friends?”

“I want to fuck you too much for that. Besides, I think we passed that stage already.”

He kissed you gently this time, so different to the hunger you both felt before.

“I’m never letting you go now. You know that right?”

You nodded, “I know… Master.”

His eyes grew dark and he wrapped his arms around you, causing you to scream as he flipped you over.

The two of you proceeded to spend the night showing each other all the fantasies and desires that had corrupted your friendship into something much better.

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Eddie Munson Taglist :

@fentyreligion @littlelunarfox @coconutchumby @eempxth @superflannel @fluffycookies22 @yearwalker96 @grungegrrrl l @m1rkw00dpr1ncess

[thelifeofplums]

The Sixth Lord Ft. GN!MC & Beelzebub

Trigger Warning: Non-con, mentions of eating MC, prey/predator vibes, yandere, dark

Hey, I’m back! And I’ve finally finished Beel’s version. I said I’d do Mammon’s and i’m working on it but......it’s gonna take a bit longer lol. Anywho, enjoy (?) ~ Plum

Run. Run. Run. Run.

Hurry. Hurry. Hurry.

He’s coming.

Your feet pounded on the root covered earth as you ran as fast as you could through the forest. Heart beating faster and faster and your breath shaky, it took everything in you to focus on your surroundings and keep from running into the trees or hurting yourself. Branches snapped and whipped at your face as you ran and you were sure your face was covered in bloody scratches by now. 

It didn’t help that the forest was nearly pitch black save for the moonlight that managed to slip through the branches above your head. If it were up to you, you would’ve left when the sun was out but had you not left when you did...he’d already have you.

Your foot caught a root for the third time and you went tumbling down, your wrist landing awkwardly causing you to yelp in pain. 

It hurt. It was tiring. And you wished you could just pause to take your breath. 

But you knew that if you stopped now, your already slim chance of getting away from him would fade. If you wanted your freedom you had to run now. If you wanted to keep from being wholly consumed by the one they called the Lord of Flies, you had to run now. 

You struggled to rise to your sore feet as your body cried out in exhaustion and you slowly stumbled through the forest, desperate to get as far away from this cursed kingdom as soon as possible. 

It won’t matter.

He’ll still find you.

Panting, you swallowed stiffly, your throat parched from breathing so heavily. It felt like you had been running for hours and yet you still had a far distance to cover. Out of exhaustion, you felt yourself lean against the tree, your eyes closing. 

You knew you should still be running, but your body wouldn’t listen. 

“I need to keep going,” you panted as you tried to take a step forward but it only caused you to collapse. 

Your wrist was hurting, your face was aching and you couldn’t stand. How were you going to make it? You couldn’t go on.

Snap!

Your head whipped back at the sound, your heart lurching in your chest before seeing a bunny jump out from the bushes. For a still moment, it stared at you, its blank black eyes seemed to gaze into your soul, almost as if the bunny were trying to tell you something.

Suddenly, its ears perked up, its head twisting to look at something in the woods. The hair on your back prickled and you looked in the same direction, your heart filling with fear. But what the bunny saw, you couldn’t, the trees were too dense and the night too dark. 

The next thing you heard was the bunny hopping away, its steps becoming quieter as it left you sitting in the woods alone. 

Trembling, you got up on shaky legs and managed but one step before you felt your body freeze in what you could only describe as terror. 

A grumble like the roar of thunder felt as if it rumbled throughout your entire body and the sound of heavy footsteps made their way to your ears. 

You didn’t have the energy to run anymore but you couldn’t give up when you had gotten so far. In desperation, you silently hid behind a large tree just as you felt the forest go silent in response to yet another loud grumble that came from the demon that was after you. 

“Y/N.”

A shiver crawled up your spine and you covered your mouth just as a slight whimper was about to escape your lips. 

“I can smell you, Y/N, there’s no point in hiding.” The voice of the man you thought you knew drifted over to where you were, “Come out now.”

You didn’t dare move a muscle, afraid of the tiniest sound being heard by the demon you were hiding from.

He sighed loudly, “I should’ve eaten your legs when I had the chance then you wouldn’t have done something like this.”

My legs?!

Your heart stuttered and you fought the urge to look down at your trembling legs that could barely hold you up. 

His words made you think of the reason why you were here in the first place. Having served in his castle for years, it was a surprise you never found out sooner who the Lord of Flies really was.

A demon.

He was a blood hungry demon.

And he was surely going to eat you once he found you.

“Come out Y/N, don’t make me come and find you,” the Lord of Flies said, his voice causing you to flinch and you could swear it was getting closer to where you were hiding.

Did you dare to check? Or would you risk it and attempt to run?

But what difference would it make if you ran or stayed, you wouldn’t escape now that the Lord of Flies was so close.

“This is your last chance, if you don’t come out from behind that tree, I’ll drag you out myself.”

It took everything in you not to faint from the pure terror that ran through your entire body. 

He had probably known from the very beginning, simply toying with his meal like a cat would with a mouse.

But you really never stood a chance. Wouldn’t it be better to end your suffering rather than to keep struggling only to be caught? Why hope for something when you knew you’d only be disappointed?

Defeated and consumed by the fear of disobeying the Lord of Flies, you slowly stepped out.

Amidst the darkened forest, his large figure brought a new sense of terror. His glowing eyes stared right at you with hunger and something else that you didn’t recognize. 

The air around you felt tense and you only felt it grow tighter as the demon came closer.

“P-Please d-d-d-don’t eat me,” you managed to stutter out, your voice sounding weak.

You looked down and away from the demon’s burning gaze, staring down at your feet.

The forest was silent as the demon simply took his time in observing you like you were a piece of meat. The crickets that chirped remained silent as if they knew something otherworldly was among them. And the wind that rustled the leaves stilled which brought an unnatural silence that felt suffocating.

Suddenly, you heard the crunch of leaves and branches and before you knew it, the demon had pulled you into his arms. You immediately tried to push back but your sprained wrist shot a searing pain through your arm and you cried out. 

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked fearfully, unable to escape the Lord of Flies strong arms.

The demon said nothing before pushing you against a large tree and pinning you there with his own body. 

A familiar grumble came from the Lord of Flies and your breath hitched as your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m hungry,” he let out in a low guttural growl, one of his large hands landing on your neck as he kept your head still. He leaned down and grazed your neck with his nose, teeth pricking at the skin as he placed his mouth on the soft spot which sent a warm shiver down your spine.

A sob slipped past your lips and you could only squeeze your eyes shut as tears started to fall. 

This was the end, you were sure. Just a few more seconds and your throat would be torn out and the Lord of Flies would have his fill. You simply wished it’d end quicker and that he wouldn’t torment you like this.

“I was thinking...” the Lord of Flies started, “How I would eat you once I caught you...but then I remember I don’t want to hurt you...”

You didn’t respond, your eyes still closed.

“How can I eat you without hurting you, Y/N?” The Lord of Flies asked and you felt his hand cup your face gently, “I want to be able to keep you forever because I truly love you....but then you smell so good and I can’t help but want to taste you.”

He licked a long strand along your throat as if to emphasize his words and without meaning to you let out a soft whimper. And despite your situation, you felt your body heat up as the Lord of Flies dragged his hands down your body.

“Wait....please stop,” you gasped eyes shooting open as you felt the demon tug at your pants. 

His hand slipped under and you felt his fingers graze your most sensitive parts and you shuddered. 

What was he doing?!

Your face felt hot with embarrassment and shame as you felt your body succumb to the demon’s touch. Your non injured hand gripped his wrist as if to stop him but you couldn’t push him away as the Lord of Flies pricked your skin with his teeth. A flash of fear went through you before the demon’s fingers moved against you. The pain and pleasure made it hard to think, it made it hard to focus as the demon sucked at your neck, leaving marks and bruises along your skin.

The demon kept at it and soon enough you felt your whole body still as your eyes saw stars. Your legs gave out and the Lord of Flies caught you before lowering you down onto the ground, allowing you to sit and take your breath.

He towered over you and you silently watched as he brought his fingers, which glistened with your essence, to his mouth and licked them. His eyes closed in pleasure as he savored your taste on his tongue. The sight got you heated again especially as his eyes opened again and stared down at you with a look of desire.

“More,” the Lord of Flies growled, “I want more.”

He knelt down in front of you, his hands going to your clothes as he stripped you of them, leaving you naked in the dark forest. The night’s cool air caused the hair on your neck to stand and you brought your arms to your bareness in an attempt to cover yourself.

“W-What are you d-doing?!” 

His mouth lowered onto your pulse at your neck and you cried out. His breath was burning hot, leaving flames on your skin as he dragged his lips down...down...and down until he reached your lower parts between your thighs. Your non injured hand tangled in the demon’s orange locks, holding tight as he used his tongue to bring you to a new level of pleasure. 

“Ack!” You yelped as you felt the demon’s teeth and you pulled at his hair, “P-Please....be gentle.”

The demon only growled back before continuing to suck and lick as if you were the best meal he had had in years. And perhaps you were. After all, the Lord of Flies had never tasted something as pure and sweet as you. 

He got rougher and you let out the most erotic sounds you never thought you could make. Body in flames, you felt yourself melt under the demon’s touch and you arched your back just as you felt that spark alight in your core. A wave of euphoric pleasure crashed into you, tears prickling your eyes as you were overwhelmed with the sensation. 

Underneath the moonlight, your bare body glistened with sweat, the cool air send shivers as it chilled your heated skin. 

“My...My Lord, n-no more please...” you managed to whisper, barely having enough energy to keep your eyes open.

The Lord of Flies raised his head to look at you, his violet eyes filled with hunger and lust.

“It’s Beelzebub, little one,” he said, “And I’m not done yet.”

You pushed back, struggling to get out of his grip but his strong hands gripped your hips, holding you still.

“And don’t even think of escaping because now that I have you, I’m not ever gonna let you go.”

[iliaclwrites]

persuasion check

summary: hellfire!reader and eddie get it on in the hellfire room. dice are involved. 

warnings: minors dni!! fingering (f)

note: bruh i have no idea how this happened lmao i just think eddie 100% asks for persuasion checks during sex

“Eddie, come on,” you muttered, dragging his hands up your thighs, closer to where you needed him, grinding down on his lap as he lounged in his throne. “Please, baby, please.”

“Nuh uh, princess,” Eddie said, leaning forward to leer from where he was sat behind you. “Roll persuasion check. With advantage. I’m feeling nice.”

You groaned, and twisted in his grip to reach for the d20, chucking it vindictively against the dice mat. “Four. Plus five. So nine.”

He laughed, and ripped his hands from your body, listening to you whine at the loss of contact. “You’re gonna have to do better than that, sweetheart. I thought you wanted me.” He tutted, kissing your face all over. “Poor baby.”

You collapsed against him, your head over his shoulder, throwing a hand over your eyes. “Dungeon Master, please,” you whined, and you felt his kisses stop. Your face heats up, but the slow burn of pride settled in your chest as you realised you’d got him in one.

“Okay,” Eddie said, plucking your hand from your eyes to peer down at you. “We can unpack that one later,” he said, and dropped your palm so it slapped back onto your face. “Whoops. Sorry baby. Dungeon Master’s sorry.”

“Go fuck yourself,” you whined, turning away from him. “I hate you. I’ve hated you from the moment I met you. This has all been an act. I’ve never loved you. You suck. You suck so much. You’re an Eletrolux vacuum cleaner, top of the range.”

“And proud of it,” Eddie teased, pressing a kiss to your forehead and a hand to over your panties. He snorted as you writhed, trying to wheedle yourself closer to his touch. “Oh, okay, baby. Roll persuasion again.”

You groaned loudly. Why was your boyfriend such a jerk, Jesus Christ, and crowed when it hit a nat20. You pumped your fist, almost headbutting him as you launched up, dice in hand. “A 20! Suck my ass, Munson!”

He snorted. “Who knew the my little girlfriend would be so good at Dungeons and Dragons, huh?” he murmured around the shell of your ear, and his fingers finally slipped under your panties, pulling them to the side. “Oh, fuck me,” he said flatly, pulling away from you. “Really? This wet? Jesus Christ, sweetheart, you trying to drown us, or something?”

You threw the dice at him. “Shut up and finger me, Munson,” you huffed, “before I g-- hah--” You arched upwards as one of his fingers plunged into you without warning, right to the knuckle. “Oh, Eddie.”

“You’re too good to me,” he muttered. “My little girl, taking it so well,” he whispered, and you keened, hips moving of their own accord. “Oh, good girl. Good little girl,” he hummed, toying with your skirt with his free hand. “Oh, Christ, sweetheart,” he said seriously, looking over at you as you started to shake in his grasp. “Already? Seriously?”

“Are you-- nng. Are you complaining?” you demanded, wrapping your own hand around the back of his neck as you rode him shamelessly.

“Nope,” he said quickly, curling his fingers to hear you shriek. “Okay, okay, alright. Poor thing. Do a persuasion save for me, would you?”

“Huh?” You turned to look at him, eyes bleary. He kissed your cheek. “You serious?”

He grinned. “Deadly.”

You rolled the dice in your hands, feeling it slide against your slick palm as Eddie mouthed at your neck. You were so close. You felt like you were going to come apart at the seams as the dice ricochet on the dice mat, dropped from your shaky fingers.

“Sorry we’re late!” Dustin crowed, and you bit back a scream, Eddie’s fingers whipping from inside of you and hiding under the table. Your orgasm faded, and you bit back a pathetic sob. Eddie squeezed your hand under the table.

“Oh,” Lucas said, watching the dice roll away from you. “You guys already started?”

“Nope,” Eddie croaked, shaking out his hair as you hopped off of his lap, legs wobbly. “Just getting warmed up.”  

[to-star-lake]

one & only

sanzu haruchiyo x f!reader { you're sanzu's one and only. }

18+ minors dni | murder, drug use, dark themes, rough sex, choking, toxic relationship, character death, bonten sanzu

a/n: sanzu's name { 三途 } is written the same as 三途の川 { sanzu-no-kawa, “river of three crossings” or “sanzu river” } which is the japanese buddhist version of the river styx.

sanzu doesn't call you his girlfriend. he'd never use such pedestrian language to describe what you are to him. soulmate is closer. but still, to take everything he felt about you and edit it down to a single word? it wouldn't be possible.

the best he could describe it is perhaps that you were made for him.

the day mikey introduced you to the other executives as bonten's newest advisor, sanzu stood in the back of the room, unconsciously biting his lip as he stared at your clean and crisp white tee shirt, tucked neatly into a pair of black slacks. your perfect skin. your shiny hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. your delicate hands. and the sharp glisten of your eyes. you looked so sincere.

a top scholar and graduate of the national university. your parents had been foreign diplomats. you spoke five languages. all this brilliance packaged neatly behind such a pretty face. oh, you were so perfect. so pristine. i'll make you regret playing with monsters, little princess. sanzu thought he couldn't wait to break you.

it didn't take him long to realize how wrong he was.

he'd stare at your hands, the ones he thought were so delicate, as they beat mercilessly into the skull of a traitor that lay limp beneath you. being a bonten advisor meant you never needed to get your hands dirty. but you didn't mind. and sanzu felt a trickling heat of excitement shimmy up his spine watching the blood splatter across your perfect skin, staining your clean shirt.

he'd listen in awe in the war room as your fingertips traced gracefully over blueprints of the city, and you'd describe plans for a new building downtown. a new shell business to run money through. a merger with a smaller, weaker gang simply as a means to procure disposable foot soldiers for mikey.

on one particular night, he'd sat back and watched you, transfixed, as he pulled the car up beside a dark tinted suv at a stoplight on a deserted street on the outskirts of shinjuku. you'd pointed your gun out the open window, so fast and precise on the trigger, taking out all the passengers in the car. he would've missed the shots with a single blink.

he couldn't recall all the details of the rest of that night. but he woke to find you in his bed the next morning, your naked body tucked comfortably under his sheets beside him.

his head pounded and he tried to remember what happened but all that he could recall were a series of blurred images. of the two of you leaving the war room together after receiving orders from mikey to take out the heads of a rival gang. a vision of your bare thighs, exposed under a short, plaid skirt as you sat in his passenger seat, and the quiet rattle as you attached a silencer to the end of your gun.

he remembered the sound of indistinct chatter and an image of you sitting across from him in a dimly lit restaurant. a vague recollection of a bottle of scotch, of him staring at himself in the restaurant's bathroom mirror as he wiped some white residue from his upper lip. of you, bent over the sink with a straw in your nose. a blurred reel of your legs wrapped around his waist, of him pushing you up against the mirror so hard the glass cracked and you moaned into his open mouth. you sounded as sweet as you tasted.

in the grey winter light here in his bed, he looked at the blotches of blue and purple bruises that lined your neck and chest. at the edge of your perfect lips, a little swollen and the skin a little cracked. at the indentation of teeth marks on your shoulder, red with coagulated blood under the surface.

your eyes fluttered open and for a moment he was afraid. afraid that the cold light of day would be too harsh for you. afraid that all that was mystifying and beautiful in the night would be destroyed by the light. afraid you would leave.

but you'd looked into his eyes for a moment, and your lashes fell closed and you'd snuggled into his side, languidly dragging your arm across his chest.

let's sleep a little more, my head hurts and we still have at least another hour before we have to go meet the others.

oh, your voice sounded so sweet, still raspy with sleep, a lullaby to his ears.

as bonten leaders, he knew a relationship with you was strictly forbidden. he knew what mikey would do if he or any of the others ever found out. and he knew you knew too.

but you simply shrugged your shoulders as you picked up your clothes that were scattered across the floor of his bedroom. like you knew what he was thinking, and said i'm not afraid of them. are you?

he'd laughed at himself then. just who was corrupting who? he wondered.

the time he had with you began to envelope his heart. and the love he felt for you; small, crackling embers at first, had grown into a fire so bright and wild and twisted it could not be extinguished.

you were his partner; his chosen one. he loved the way your knuckles looked when they were bruised and red; such a beautiful contrast against your delicate and soft skin. he loved the way your fingers graced the handle of your gun, the dead calm of your eyes when you pulled the trigger. he was intoxicated with the knowledge that you were watching every time he carried out his duty as executioner.

his infatuation with you burned in his chest when he'd glance up at you, standing in the distance, eyes fixed on him and you'd slowly drag the palm of your hand up your thigh; testing his willpower to not pin you to the ground and tear you apart right then and there in front of his men.

under the cover of darkness, the two of you came alive. going on sprees, speeding through the bright streets of tokyo, the lights around you a blurred spectral of color to your bloodshot, medicated eyes.

in the midnight hours, your bodies would be intertwined, and in your arms he found a sanctuary. your body was the most addicting drug of all. you made all the pain disappear.

the quiet hours of the early morning, when time teetered on the edge of night and day, he'd lay on your chest, and for just a little while, his world would fall quiet. the air around him felt still. he would be coming down from his high, and he could feel everything. but he didn't mind. these small hours of lucidity shone brilliantly in his mind. when he could hear your breathing. feel your heartbeat so vividly beneath your bones. smell the lingering and sweet scent of your skin on his.

he'd become so possessed by you, so possessive of you that one night when he had you laid out beneath him, your legs spread wide for him, and he thought you looked so beautiful like this. so perfect like this for him. your skin, slick with a layer of sweat, luminescent in the moonlight. your lips, parted and choking out shaky pleas for him, begging him not to stop.

he buried himself so deep inside you, nails clawing into your skin, so desperate to be one with you. and he thought no one, no one else would have you like this. he was so intoxicated by the medley of pills in his system, completely unhinged in the euphoria of being inside you, he'd reached for his gun on the nightstand and held it to your forehead, point blank between your eyes.

you didn't even flinch. he watched you knock the gun from his hands, and slide your fingers up his wrists, and pulled his hands to your neck, letting him wrap them around your throat. if you're gonna kill me, do it with your own hands, you'd said.

god, he loved you so much. he wanted you so much, he needed you so much. he'd closed his hands around your neck with the gentlest force and watched your eyes roll back.

say my name, he'd command. and when you did, he closed his hands more forcefully around your delicate neck so he could feel the vibration in your throat as you choked out his name over and over. you'd clenched down so tight around him and he came harder than he ever had, collapsing into you.

he'd slowly let go of you, chest heaving, and gently caress at the skin of your neck, red and starting to bruise.

y/n...if i died, would you die with me? he'd whisper into your skin.

mmh, yeah. you'd whisper back.

i don't want anyone else to have you. i want you to be mine forever. he'd kiss the corner of your lips.

he'd feel your fingers laced up into his hair, your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him close.

what am i going to do with you...i might really kill you one of these days.

he'd lift his head to look at you. and your expression didn't change a bit. your eyes held the same resolve they always did, and you said, then i'll wait for you by the sanzu river.

this was what flashed through his mind when he walked into one of bonten's warehouses late one evening for a meeting of the executives, and he saw all of them standing in a circle around you, bound and tied, blood streaming from your hairline, your bruised body limp on the concrete.

he fell to his knees then, watching mikey shove the end of his gun against your temple.

did you think i wouldn't find out? mikey's thumb clicked down on the hammer.

he saw your eyes flutter open and find his. you smiled.

the muzzle flash was bright, and the shot rang through the dark, open space.

he stared at the blood pooling from the side of your head into the dust. he felt a single tear roll down his cheek. shit, am i really crying right now? he laughed at himself.

WHO ARE YOU LOYAL TO, SANZU?! mikey demanded.

i'll wait for you by the sanzu river. your words echoed in his mind.

mikey may have been his king. but you were the redeemer, his messiah, his salvation.

the choice was simple.

he pulled his own gun from its holster and held it up to his temple.

i'm on my way, love.