#as well as the need ti clean my room + put away clothes

[enderspawn]

no lexapro (vine boom sfx) no wellbutrin (vine boom sfx) and no vyvanse (vine boom sfx) BUT i do have a half pound bag of beef jerky so it basically balances out

[corroded-hellfire]

The Boy Is Mine (Red's Version) - Eddie Munson x Reader

For @carolmunson’s writing event! Thank you for hosting this fun and uniting challenge 🥰

Summary: A romantic evening at Eddie’s trailer where you finally put a long-time dispute to bed.

Words: 2.2k

“Mmm,” Eddie moans as he stretches his arms out over his head. His tight back muscles loosen at the movement, having become stiff from sitting in one place so long to watch a movie. This is the third week in a row you two have had Star Wars Date Night and even though you both love it, neither of you realized how sore you’d get sitting in one spot for hours or how many times you would need to get up and use the bathroom during the long films.

Your boyfriend looks down at you, where you’re resting your head on a throw pillow in his lap. He smiles as he gently traces his fingertips down your cheek.

“Ready for bed, beautiful?” he asks.

You roll onto your back to look up at him. A rogue curl falls down in your direction and you take the opportunity to wrap it around your pinky.

“I guess so,” you say. 

Reluctantly, you sit up and push yourself off the couch, allowing your boyfriend to do the same. The whole walk down the hallway to his bedroom, Eddie has his hands on you: gripping your hips, sliding them along your waist, tugging at the hem of your denim shorts. 

“I’m capable of taking my own clothes off, you know,” you muse as you step into his room.

“I know. I just think I can do it better,” Eddie mumbles against your shoulder, pressing kisses there and up the side of your neck. 

“Can I change into my pajamas and then you can grope me? Does that seem fair?” you ask. 

Eddie chuckles and takes a step away from you. The moment you move further away from him though, he grabs his chest and acts as if your distance from him is literally killing him. 

“Aw, damn,” you mutter as you pick your bag up from the floor and set it on Eddie’s bed. “Looks like I killed my boyfriend.” 

The overdramatic metalhead drops to his knees, making the thin walls of the trailer shutter, and crawls towards you as if you’re an oasis and he’s been in the desert for days. 

“Need…my…girl.”

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics, you tug your shirt off over your head. Eddie’s eyes go wide and watch you like a hawk as you take off your bra and jeans as well. You slip an oversized Metallica t-shirt on and put your clothes back in the bag. Something pink and sparkly catches your eye and you perk up.

“Oh!” You pull out a small notebook, covered in stickers in all its glittery glory. 

“What’s that?” Eddie asks, finally standing up from the floor. He tosses his own shirt aside and undoes his handcuff belt. 

“Just something to prove to you that I’ve been right all along!” You point the notebook at him like it’s an accusatory finger as he strips down to his boxers.

“About?” Eddie asks. He grabs an old yellow scrunchie you left over a while ago and ties his hair back at the nape of his neck. 

Instead of answering him, you sit down on the bed and turn yourself until your ass is up against Eddie’s pillows. Then you lay back and kick your feet up to rest against the wall, leaving your body at a ninety-degree angle. 

Eddie situates himself the opposite way, his body lying the typical way with his head coming to rest right next to yours. 

“This,” you say as you open the notebook and begin to flip through the pages. Eddie tilts his head up to try and get a look but all he can see is swoopy handwriting in black ink scrawled across the white pages. “is the diary I kept in fifth grade.”

“Oh God,” Eddie says, running a hand down his face.

“I found it when I was cleaning my room this morning. Maybe now you’ll believe me!” you exclaim, and you begin to flip the pages with more fervor. “Aha! Here we are. My eleventh birthday.”

“Babe, you only invited me to your birthday party because you invited the whole class. It’s okay.”

“No!” you groan in exasperation. “I mean, yes, I did invite the whole class but that’s not why I wanted you there.”

“Right,” Eddie says, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, “it’s because you had a crush on me.”

“Ugh!” The fact that he doesn’t believe you drives you up the wall. But now you’re holding proof. It’s right here in black and white—and clearly not in your current handwriting. “Prepare to be proven wrong.”

You clear your throat before you begin to read your pre-teen self’s diary entry. 

“Dear diary, it was a pretty great birthday. I got a new bike from mom and dad. Chrissy gave me some new gel pens and Heather got me a Rick Springfield poster. But the best part of all was EDDIE! Duh! I didn’t see him when I cut my cake so later I grabbed a cupcake and punch to bring to him. I found him in my treehouse and we sat there for a while. Together. Just us! I wanted him to kiss me soooooooo bad but I knew he wouldn’t. It’s dumb to think he’d like me the way I like him. I can’t help it though. I just wanna take Eddie Munson’s face in my hands and kiss him until our lips fall off.”

You stop reading when you and Eddie begin laughing. 

“See?” you say, nudging Eddie’s shoulder with your own. “I bet you don’t even remember that day.”

Your boyfriend lets out a loud bark of laughter before raising his eyebrows at you.

“Wanna bet?”

The backyard is set up with long tables covered in colorful plastic tablecloths, grilled meats or snack foods laid out for guests to nibble on. The day is bright and sunny, but not blisteringly hot to be outside. It seems like half of your class is in the bounce house as you walk past it. A couple of your friends call your name, urging the birthday girl to come join them, but you have other plans. 

In one hand you hold a cupcake and the other a cup of Hawaiian Punch. You couldn’t find where your mom put the extra cups from this party, so you had to settle for the Fairy Princess themed paper cups you had from last year’s birthday. 

Squinting to keep the sun from your eyes, you take another scan of the backyard. Some neighbors talking by your dad over by the grill, a few of your aunts walking inside the house with your mom, and kids scattered around the yard like dice thrown across a Yahtzee board. But not the one kid you’re looking for. Still, you don’t give up. He was here before and you’re sure you would’ve noticed if he just left. 

As you come to the back corner of your yard, it’s both cooler and much quieter. The shade from the looming maple tree brought a sense of calmness to the small, tucked away area. You take a few steps closer to the trunk of the tree and when you look up you see the treehouse you built with your dad and uncle two summers ago. And hanging out the front entrance of your hideaway fort you see two dirty white sneakers, one looking a little worse for wear than the other. 

You walk around to the other side of the tree where planks of wood are hammered into the thick bark; your makeshift ladder. It’s a little difficult to climb with the confection in one hand and a full cup in the other, but you manage to do it without dropping or spilling either. Eddie’s head turns to you as you climb up the hole in the floor behind him. One corner of his mouth quirks into a smile and it has butterflies rushing throughout your stomach. 

Determined to not make a fool out of yourself in front of the boy you have a massive crush on, you set the cupcake and beverage down as you pull your body all the way up into the tree house. Once you’re securely up, you scoot over to sit next to Eddie. Your legs dangle next to his out what could be considered the front door of the fort. 

“What’re you doing up here?” Eddie asks, not unkindly but not exactly warmly either. His eyes never meet yours, instead gazing out ahead, in the direction of children laughing. 

“You missed cake,” you tell him. 

Eddie looks at you from the corner of his eyes and you realize he’s trying to determine if you’re being sincere or not. Anger settles in your veins and you’re suddenly ready to single-handedly take on any bullies that pick on this sweet boy. 

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Eddie finally replies. 

If only he knew how wrong he truly was. It seems like you’re always aware of where Eddie is in relation to you. Whether it be seated behind you in class, down the table at lunch, or halfway across your own backyard. 

“Well, I did,” you say, trying to quell the heat in your cheeks at your response. “And I brought you this.” You reach behind you and grab the Hawaiian Punch in the Fairy Princess cup. The reminder of what you’re giving him this beverage in has your cheeks getting warmer again though. “I ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?”

Eddie takes it from you and raises it to his eye level to inspect the different creatures depicted on it. An amused smile graces his lips, but he doesn’t laugh. 

“It’s good. Fairies are cool.”

His response makes you feel lighter as you wrap your fingers around the polk-a-dotted cupcake wrapper and present the vanilla dessert to him.

“And this,” you say. 

The boy takes a sip of the punch and sets it down next to him before accepting the cupcake. 

“Thank you,” Eddie says softly. It’s the quietest you’ve ever heard him speak before. 

“No problem,” you answer, just as quietly. 

Slowly, Eddie peels the wrapper from the cupcake and takes a large bite that envelops half the treat in his mouth. As he chews, you notice he has a little vanilla frosting smeared above his top lip. You can’t help but smile as you gesture to the area on his pretty, pale face.

“You’ve got a little…”

Eddie sticks his tongue out and runs it around his lips, cleaning off the mess. 

“Actually,” Eddie says, tilting his head as he looks at you, “so do you.”

A frown of confusion creases your brow. 

“But I didn’t have a bite.” Your hand goes up and feels across your face. “Where?”

“Riiiiight…” Eddie swipes his pinky through the white frosting and dots it at the very tip of your nose. “There!”

The way your face crinkles up makes Eddie’s heart beat a little faster. And when your laughter joins in, Eddie swears he’s in love. 

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t like you,” Eddie says, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Honestly, I thought you liked Chrissy.” You roll on your side and nudge Eddie’s earlobe with your nose. “That’s why I tried to copy her look as much as I could for a while. Didn’t work that well, but I tried.”

“Chrissy?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to look at you. 

“Mhmm,” you affirm, not meeting his eyes. “Actually, I thought maybe you liked her again last year when you guys were chemistry partners. Or maybe that you’d never stopped liking her. I mean, she is really pretty and the sweetest girl, and—”

Eddie stops you with a gentle hand caressing the side of your face. He turns on his side so you’re nose to nose and slowly swipes his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true. I didn’t like her last year. Or in fifth grade. Or ever. I’ve liked you since the fifth grade, though.”

You slip off of the bed and rotate yourself so you can lay by Eddie’s side. He tucks you under his arm and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Sorry,” you say softly. “Guess I had a throwback moment after reading that adolescent angst.” 

“It’s okay. It’s not like I never get insecure.”

“Or jealous,” you add, but with a small smirk. 

“I guess, yeah,” Eddie agrees, cheeks flushing pink at the admission. 

“And possessive,” you say, tightening your grip on your man.

Now, Eddie has an amused expression on his face as he studies you. 

“And you like that?” he asks.

“It’s hot,” you explain bluntly with a shrug. 

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and presses his lips against your temple, leaving them there for a moment. 

When he reluctantly pulls away, he reaches behind him and turns off the light. The moment he’s back down beside you, you’re clinging to Eddie like a koala bear. He doesn’t mind one bit as he holds you just as securely. 

After a little while, his eyes start to slip closed. But before he falls fully asleep, he feels your leg slip in between his. Your knee lifts until your thigh is pressed right up against his cock. Suddenly, he’s not so sleepy anymore. 

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” Eddie grumbles out, making you giggle. 

“I would hardly call that a problem.”

[linos-luna]

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My Queen ❣️🔪

Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere! Some violence, stabbing, delusion, obsessive behavior, fingering, some oral

(Pt. 2) (Pt. 3) (Pt. 4) (Pt. 5) (Pt. 6) (Pt. 7)

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“W-where am I?!”

You looked around, realizing that you’re on a bed in a room you don’t know with your wrists tied up with zip ties.

What happened? What was the last thing you did?? Your mind was racing with thoughts when you heard the door open.

“Hello, love.”

You turned to see a familiar face. Hyunjin?

He’s a friend of yours, well… was. You hadn’t talked to him in over a week. He was nice but sometimes a little weird. He’d follow you around and sometimes knew things he shouldn’t… you told him you needed some space. You’ve always had a little crush on him but that idea was definitely out of the question now.

“Hyunjin??” You looked at him with concern. “W-what? What’d you do to me?? Where—??”

“You’re in my home, silly.” He chuckled while moving closer. “Well… our home now.”

“Hyunjin, what are you doing?! Why are my wrists tied??”

“Well I don’t want you to escape.” He said before leaning in to kiss you, only for you to turn away.

“Hyunjin this is sick. You can’t do this…”

The man roughly grabbed your chin and turned your head to forcefully kiss you.

“Y/n. You’re the love of my life.”

You were unnerved by his calm demeanor and want sure what to do. Your heart was racing.

“You’re my queen.” He said while sitting next to you. “I must keep you here, in my castle.”

He’s losing it. He must be. What kind of person does this?

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A bit later, he brought you some clothes. They were from your closet at home. Outfits that you’ve worn before.

“I think these look cute on you.” He said with a smile.

“Well… I can’t put them on with my wrists tied.” You said while holding up your wrists.

“Yes of course, love.” Hyunjin nodded and got some scissors to cut them off. After doing so, he put them back in the drawer and kissed your hand. “I’ll be making dinner. Come out when you’re ready.”

You nodded and as soon as he left, you grabbed the scissors. You waited to hear him go to the kitchen and slowly opened the door.

When sure that he was distracted, you made a run for the door. Unfortunately, you were instantly spotted and grabbed from behind.

“What are you doing, darling?!” He said while trying to get ahold of you.

“Hyunjin let go!” You yelled while trying to cut him with the scissors, only grazing his thigh.

“Stop it! I don’t want to hurt you!” He took hold of your wrist in the struggle and was able to take the scissors from you.

You stomped on his foot, hoping to get him to let go. But that only seemed to agitate him. Instead of letting go, he had the scissors open, cutting the inside of his hand.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in your shoulder, making you pause and scream out loud.

You stumbled backwards into his arms and looked at your shoulder. The scissors where there. Stabbed in pretty deep.

“Oh baby… darling I’m sorry!” Hyunjin said frantically while dragging you to the couch. “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“Why would you do that?!” You sat on the couch crying, watching as the blood stained your shirt.

“I didn’t mean to!” He said with tears. “Darling I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt my sweet queen. To pierce her pure skin!”

It was hard to not cry. The pain was searing and wound deep.

“I would never hurt you! Never! Never!”

“Take it out!” You yelled.

“Not yet! You’ll bleed out.” Hyunjin said with a sigh. “I’ll get the emergency kit.”

You sat there in pain as he left to get the kit. He came back with a box and grabbed the bandages.

Hyunjin moved your sleeve down and you winced as he pulled out the scissors then nearly screamed as he pressed cloth against.

“I’m sorry, love.” He said while cleaning it up. He bandaged the area up then wiped your tears.

“Your hand…” you said while motioning to the blood there. “You cut it.”

“This?” He said with a smile. “It’s nothing.”

You sighed as he lifted you up bridal style. He took you back to the bedroom and gently set you down .

“I’m sorry I had to do that.” There was clear guilt in his voice and he was on his knees in front of you. “Forgive me, love.”

You only looked at him with a tear stained face.

Hyunjin took your hands and squeezed them tight.

“I love you. I really do! I always have.” He said while looking up at you. “I was so hurt when you stopped seeing me a week ago! I cant live without you, y/n.”

“You didn’t have to kidnap me—!”

“I didn’t?!” He yelled, suddenly standing up. “I had to!”

You scooted back a little in fear and he instantly calmed down.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said while taking your hands again. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Hyunjin… you need help…” you said in a shaky voice. “Y-you need to let me go…”

“But I love you.” He replied with a whine.

“This isn’t love!”

“No!” He yelled. “Please, darling… I’ve brought you back to the castle… I must care for you.”

“Hyunjin… t-this isn’t a castle…”

“You’re right.” He said, now letting you go. “Not until it’s up to your standards. My queen deserves better!”

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Two weeks later and your shoulder still hurt. It may not be throbbing, but you should definitely be seen in a hospital.

Although you were kidnapped, Hyunjin was pretty gentle with you. He cuddled with you at night and cooked you all your meals. He’d practically serve you… like a queen. In a sick way, you found it sweet.

You and Hyunjin were on the bed. He gently kissed your lips while had on your hip.

You were laying down as he hovered over you.

It was uncomfortable and you didn’t kiss back; yet, he kept going.

“Darling…?” he whispered. “Why aren’t you returning my love?”

You only stared at him, not sure what to say.

“Please…” he held your cheek. “Let me… let me tell you everything I love about you. How committed I am.”

“How… how committed are you, Jinnie?” You froze, realizing what you said. Did you just call him a nickname?

Hyunjin’s heart skipped a beat when hearing you say it.

“I love your physique…” he said while kissing you and rubbing your waist. “Your gorgeous face and hair…”

You looked down at his hand as it played with the material of your skirt, making you a bit nervous.

“You’re the sweetest person in the world… also strong.” He continued while kissing your lips. “Your lips plump and eyes glimmer with love.”

“What?”

“You love me, don’t you?” He asked while his hand roamed under your shirt. “I take care of you, I love you.”

“Hyunjin—”

“I mean, you called me Jinnie!” He snapped. “You must love me!”

Your heart was racing as he played with the material of your bra.

“My sweet queen, I want to prove it to you!” He said while getting close.

“P-prove what..?”

“My love of course!”

“Hyunjin- agh…” you moaned softly as you felt his hand under your skirt and rubbing your clothed cunt. He was circling his fingers over a wet spot that was forming.

“Please.” He whispered while playing with the cotton material. “I need to spoil my queen… to prove my love.”

You closed your eyes as he continued rubbing you. He was waiting. Waiting for your word.

“You have needs, my love. Let me fulfill them…”

You weren’t sure what to do at this point. You were pinned to the bed with not much choice. In a way… you kind of wanted it.. but no! He kidnapped you! Are you insane?!

You were getting increasingly needy as he rubbed you and you finally gave in.

“Okay…”

“Really?”

You nodded and he flashed a big smile before sitting up and lifting your skirt. He was about to undo his pants, only for you to suddenly grab your his hair.

“Nuh uh… no cock…”

“What?”

“You heard me.” You sighed. “No. Cock.”

“But—”

“You want to please me right?!” You snapped.

“Yes of course!” He replied quickly. “More than anything in the world!”

“Th-then… only fingers…”

He nodded while getting back to your thighs. He gently kissed the inside of your thigh, close to your cunt.

You breathed slowly as he kissed over your panties.

You whined as the underwear was slowly pulled down and gasped when feeling his fingers rubbing your clit.

You moaned and arched your back as he inserted two fingers.

He kissed your lips while slowly moving them in and out and you let out breathy moans.

“Cum for me, please.” He groaned. “I wish to taste your sweet essence.”

You did exactly that and nearly screamed as you felt his lips on your bare cunt. He lapped up your cum like a starved man and made some groaning noises.

“Thank you.” He said while grabbing your cheeks and desperately kissing you. “Thank you so much, my love!”

You said nothing. Only laying there, tasting yourself on his lips.

After a minute or so, he got up and grabbed another pair of panties from a bag. The bag with your things.

After putting them on, he lay next to you and rubbed your cheek.

“Everyday… everyday I will cherish you… everyday I will love you.” He whispered while locking eyes with you. “My love knows no bounds…”

After a while, he fell asleep and you sat up to think about what just happened. You wiped some tears from your cheeks and quietly cried. How could this happen? How could you let it happen?

It was hopeless. This man was not right in the head. He’s delusional. Does he really believe you are a queen? Does he really believe this is a castle? Has his mind snapped. And more importantly… has he always been this obsessed?

[atlasscrumpit]

Yandere Miguel (Forced Age Regression)

You were strapped to a chair with a cloth tied around your mouth to stop you from making noise.

You were at a dining table as Miguel sat on the table and put his feet either side of your chair, towering over you.

"Now, babygirl. I want you to know that I never wanted to hurt you, I care about you, a lot. But, I didn't take into account that you're not that bright up there. And that's okay, my darling. It just means daddy needs to do the thinking for you. You've been a bad girl lately, little one. Not eating when daddy says, not listening to me or trying to run away. So, now daddy has to give you some special medicine." He said as you felt tears in your eyes while looking at him.

"It'll just be a small pinch, darling. I know you can be brave." He whispered getting off the table and bringing out a small box. 

He opened it and brought out a needle before administering it into your upper arm making you cry softly. 

"Shh, there we go, my brave girl. Now, daddy has to give you this everyday, I know it hurts but I also know how brave you are, isn't that right?" He asked leaning forward to kiss away one of your tears. 

He slowly untied the cloth around your mouth. 

"Please, Miguel stop this." You whispered as you cried. 

"Shh, baby it's okay. Daddy's gonna take care of all of this." He whispered reaching forward to hold your face in his hand. 

"I'm not a child! And I'm sure as hell not your fucking daughter, you sicko!" You screamed before he grabbed your face roughly. 

"Now, that's not language a little girl like you should be using! You will apologise or I'm sending you straight to your room without dinner." He warned as you glared at him. 

"What the hell was that medicine you gave me?" You growled as he sighed again.

"So many questions, little one. Why can't you just trust daddy?" He asked as you looked away from him.

"No, you just drugged me. How on earth could I trust you?" He asked as he suddenly came closer to your face.

He grabbed your face again and you could see the psychotic look in his eyes.

"Now, listen here. If you keep going on like this I'm going to have a special punishment for my little girl. I will slice open your throat, pierce your voice box, let you bleed out just to the point you think you're going to die and then bring you back scared with no voice. Daddy doesn't like scaring you, baby. But sometimes you make it hard, don't you?" He asked as you looked at him in fear, you knew his threat was real.

"So, now that I've gotten that out of the way. Are you going to be a good girl and have some dinner with me?" He asked, staring into your eyes as you nodded a little.

"Use your words, darling." He said running his finger down the side of your face.

"Yes..." You replied making him smile.

"Now there's a good girl." 

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You sat at the table, thankful he had taken away your restraints. 

You slowly ate your dinner across from Miguel. 

"See? Isn't it nice when I treat you well?" He said as you kept your head down and nodded.

"Come on, sweetheart. Can you give me a little smile?" He asked as you looked up and smiled a little.

"Good girl, you're such a pretty girl. I'll let you pick a movie after dinner if you finish your dinner, darling." He said as you looked back down and continued eating.

You eventually finished and Miguel took your plate.

"That's a good girl, go get comfy and choose a movie I'm just going to clean up. Make sure it's nothing scary okay, baby? I don't need you up all night." He said as you rolled your eyes and went over to the couch and sat down.

You eventually picked out a movie, a comedy that was 'pg' and waited for Miguel.

He eventually came back and sat on the couch, pulling you into him.

"Let me know if you're falling asleep, love. You still need to shower and brush your teeth." He said as you nodded a little and leant against him, you were too tired to fight.

You knew whatever Miguel had given you was making you tired.

"Darling, don't fall asleep you need a shower." Miguel said gently shaking you awake.

"Too tired." You muttered cuddling into him more.

He smiled and stroke a hand through your hair.

"Okay, baby. Daddy will carry you to bed soon, you can shower in the morning." He whispered kissing your forehead.

"Say goodnight to me, baby. Don't be a naughty girl." He said as you kept your eyes closed still exhausted.

"Goodnight, daddy."

[celtic-crossbow]

Blood Ties Chapter 10

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Typical TWD violence and gore, blood, injury, vomiting

A/N: This chapter is admittedly self indulgent. I love Daryl whump and I’ve been kind to him physically for most of the story so far. Not anymore! That being said, I feel like I should have split this into more than one chapter because—to me—the quality suffered because of the length. Anyway, on with the show!

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Moodboard by @dannyo000

gif by @daryl-dixon-daydreams

The sun was shining through the open curtains when you awoke. You scowled at the rays but the gentle heat that your skin was absorbing seemed to sooth the irritation. You stretched stagnant muscles, not even venturing to suppress the moan invoked by the action. You let your head fall to the side, finding the opposite margin of the bed empty. Daryl had already left. You shouldn’t be surprised. He was a hunter. Your variety were early risers. Well, you were admittedly a bit of a slacker. 

Your stomach felt moderately uneasy but not unmanageable. Hershel must have given you that injection while you slept. Your IV was disconnected and a glass of water sat on the bedside table, this time closest to you. You picked it up after gliding your legs off the side of the bed, taking slow careful sips. You were just placing it back on the table when there was a soft knock on the door. 

“Come in?” You weren’t sure if it was Hershel or maybe someone else who lived in the home. It felt odd to invite them into a room that didn’t belong to you. 

Carol peeked inside and smiled before opening the door fully to enter, a young blonde girl right on her heels with a glass of something…colorful. “Hi, honey. How are you feeling?” You accepted the woman’s embrace. 

“Better.” You smiled reassuringly when she pulled back to get a look at you. “Who’s this? And what’s that?” Carol looked behind herself on one side and then the other before stepping aside. 

“I’m Beth. My daddy is the one that helped you.” The girl was just that: a girl. She was older than Carl and Sophia but still a kid. “We made you a fruit smoothie. Patricia says it’s good for you and shouldn’t make you sick.”

You offered her a tight smile and accepted the drink, fearful of not only the taste but the consistency of the thing. You’d never done well with solid things being made into liquids. With an uncertain frown, you took a small sip. Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Holy shit, that’s good.” When you took another drink, a smiling Carol put a hand on your arm. 

“Go slow.”

You nodded, tilting your head at the pile of clothes in Carol’s arms. “Are those for me?”

“Mhm. Thought you might like to clean up and change.”

“Oh my god, you read my mind.” You took another sip and made a grateful noise that had Beth giggling. “That is really good.”

It was early evening by the time you had showered and decided to venture outside. The nap in between was desperately needed. You were still a little weak from your ordeal. 

It was your first glimpse of the land. Beautiful fields with horses and cows out to pasture, while the blue, cloudless sky blanketed it all. 

Blue like Daryl’s eyes. 

You frowned, shaking your head at yourself. “Where the hell did that come from?” You brushed it off easily and approached the little camp your fellow group mates had set up. It felt odd being around them all without Daryl being somewhere nearby but it wasn’t bad per se.

Lori looked up from the bin of laundry and smiled at you. It was small and you could sense something behind it. Nevertheless, you returned it. It wouldn’t be a horrible thing to get to know everyone better. You made two steps in Lori’s direction before noticing Rick, Shane, T-Dog, and Dale huddled together out of the corner of your eye. 

Normally, you’d think nothing of it, except you happened to catch Dale risking a glance in your direction. His expression pinched, concerned. He was quick to look away but it was too late. 

“What’s going on?” You asked, stuffing your hands in the pockets of your jeans. The way they all looked between one another spoke volumes. There was something they didn’t want to tell you. 

Shane did that thing where he shoved his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans and looked around at nothing before meeting your eyes. “Nothing for you to worry about, darlin’. We got it under control.”

You couldn’t help but sneer at him. “Don’t call me darlin’ and I can decide if I should worry or not. Rick?” The officers shared a look with Shane shaking his head but Rick seemed to disagree. 

“Daryl took a horse out today to look for Sophia.” 

You shook your head and raised a brow inquisitively. “Okay?” 

“The horse came back. Without him.”

Your stomach dropped before twisting with a feeling of dread. “You’re going out, right?” 

“Well, this is Daryl. We’re gonna give him until nightfall and set out first thing in the morning if he’s not back.” Rick explained. The incredulous expression you donned must have been enough encouragement for him to stammer out further explanation. “We can’t risk going out and not making it back before dark.”

“But it’s okay for Daryl—who could be hurt—to be out there alone all night, right? Are you fucking serious right now?” You were finding it increasingly difficult to keep your anger in check or your voice at a low volume. 

“Listen, missy, you don’t have a lot of right to say much of anything around here! Let me tell you something—” Shane began. You were having none of it. 

“Oh, shove it, Dudley Do-Right!” You hissed. You had spun away and started looking for Daryl’s tent, missing the undoubtedly furious—but comically memorable—expression on Shane’s face. “I’ll go find him myself.”

You heard Rick’s frantic footfalls before he stepped in front of you, palms out. “Wait, wait, wait. We can’t let you go out there.”

“Let me?”

Dale joined Rick, taking off his hat as he spoke. You weren’t sure why he did it other than maybe attempting to show you some form of respect. “Daryl would be less than thrilled if something happened to you.”

“I thought I didn’t have any rights around here?” You crossed your arms, eyes sliding to the side when you heard someone approaching from behind. When they didn’t move where you could see them, you felt your hackles rise. They must have not been informed that you were also a hunter. “If you touch me, you risk losing a body part.” You spat over your shoulder, venom dripping from every syllable. “And I promise you, it’ll be something you’ll definitely miss.” Shane gave you a wide berth as he circled within your sight, hands up as if he were being detained. 

“Look, Y/N, we know that’s Daryl’s baby.” Rick dropped his hands to his sides, bringing one back up immediately to rub at his forehead. 

“And how do you know that?” You knew it was a stupid question. The archer hadn’t left your side the entire time you were unconscious. After you awoke, he was at your beck and call: bringing you food, making sure you drank enough, watching over you as you rested. 

“You were unconscious. You didn’t see him when he brought you here.” Rick was trying so hard to be nice and you knew he meant it. He was a genuine person. 

“He was off the rails! Rantin’ and ravin’ like a lunatic!”

“Shane, you’re not helping.” Rick had tilted his head, directing his statement at his partner but keeping his eyes on the ground at your feet. When he spoke again, his gaze found yours, full of kindness and concern. “We just can’t take any risks.”

Regardless, you would not be deterred. “I’m not asking you to. In fact, I’m not asking at all.” They allowed you to sidestep around them, not following you but you could hear them muttering loudly amongst themselves. 

Finding Daryl’s tent was a piece of cake. You used what you knew of him to conclude that he would be the furthest from the rest. Once inside, you found your pack and knives sitting to one side, surprisingly in a neat pile. In fact, the entire space was orderly enough for you to scratch your head and second guess if you had indeed entered the right tent. 

His bedroll had not been used, the cot not set up. That made sense. He had spent the nights in the house with you while you recovered. You could still feel the warmth his body gave off even with several inches between you. Damn him for going off alone. 

He did have some goodies in his area that you were happy to borrow. Some dried jerky, a length of rope, some extra clothes (for him, just in case), a meager amount of medical supplies (also, just in case), and a flashlight. You’d give it all back. Maybe. 

Knives holstered and bag on your back, you bent down to exit the tent, standing to come face to face with Carol and Lori. Throwing back your head, you groaned. “Not you guys, too.”

“Daryl made it pretty clear that the baby is his.” Lori spoke first. “We’re gonna worry.”

“You’re new, but we’re all in this together. Daryl, too. He’s out there looking for my girl, after all.” Carol held out two canteens of water. “Maggie and Glenn aren’t back yet. That shot Hershel gave you isn’t gonna last much longer. You need to stay hydrated.”

Before you could react, Lori handed you two apples and a can of kidney beans. “You need to eat too. Fruit and protein are good for the baby and for nausea.”

“Thank you.” You turned to allow Carol to place the items in your bag, getting caught in a hug on your way back around. “I’ll be careful, I promise.”

Carol nodded while Lori took your hand and squeezed. “We’ll handle the men. Go on. Daryl left out that way.” You turned your attention to the direction she pointed and gave a nod, jogging off before anyone could intercept you. 

Situations like this were when being a hunter and tracker was beyond beneficial; it could be potentially life saving. Finding the horse’s trail was easy. The shape of the hooves indicated whether the mare was coming or going, as well as the depth, indicating whether or not Daryl was in the saddle. 

He had gone some distance, that was certain. Being on horseback allowed him to cover more ground but he gave up the advantage of being close to the paths. It had to be harder to see any trails from horseback. Then again, he was a marksman with his crossbow. He was eagle-eyed for sure. 

You had been tracking him for at least an hour, the sun getting lower and lower. Rick and Shane had been right about one thing: Daryl would raze that farm to the ground if he came back to learn you had gone out alone. Still, you had to think he’d find it at least a little funny that no one volunteered to go with you. Big strong manly men letting the petite sickly pregnant woman go in the woods all by her lonesome. You snorted at your own thoughts. 

You paused to check the sun’s position in the sky, estimating you had about an hour of daylight left. Even if you abandoned the search and went back at that moment, it would still be dark when you made it. You weren’t hungry, which you considered might be a bad thing, but you were thirsty. Pulling the bag from your shoulders, you crouched to dig through the contents for one of the canteens. It was easily found toward the top. 

“Small sips, small sips.” You reminded yourself. You didn’t yet feel nauseated but tempting fate was not an activity you regularly enjoyed. You did enough of that in the woods with Daryl and now had a baby in your belly for your efforts. You were screwing the lid back onto the canteen while simultaneously scanning the tracks you had been following, when you noticed a drastic change. “The horse startled.” You whispered urgently. You were quick to set aside your bag, moving low to the ground to inspect each print. “She reared. Fuck.” The next set of hoof prints were not as deep. “She threw him.”

You stood quickly, ignoring the very slight bout of light-headedness. “Daryl!” You whisper-yelled as loud as you dared. Efficient as you were, you could only handle so many walkers alone. Again, best not to tempt fate. “Daryl!” When you had made a 180, you saw a drop-off. You felt the nausea then, but it had nothing to do with your condition. You placed a palm against a tree, just in case you were to feel any sudden dizziness. You’d rather not topple over and go tumbling down the rocks into the bloody…water. “Oh fuck.”

The red was billowing out into green and yellow clouds in the water, showing it had been there long enough to dilute a substantial amount. “No, no, no. Daryl!” You moved hastily down the edge, following the water hopefully toward land. You had called louder only to be met with silence. Maybe he was out and gone. Back at camp and ready to have your head on a platter for going after him. Maybe he was nearby and would appear momentarily and call you an idiot for being so loud. 

Neither of those proved to be the case. 

When you spotted the gravelly riverside, you easily found the hunter. The sound you made was somewhere between a sob and a whimper. He was only halfway out of the water, his legs submerged up to his waist. The blood in the water was still a dark red, indicating active bleeding. There was something protruding from his left side that looked suspiciously like one of his bolts. Your first thought was that someone had taken his crossbow and shot him with his own weapon. However, it was lying just above his head, his hand loosely wrapped around it. 

You were past the point of thinking rationally. He could be a grade A asshole but he was your baby’s father. That was enough reason to try your best to get him out of the fucked up predicament he had somehow gotten himself into. 

It wouldn’t stop you from cursing his name the entire time though. 

“How the hell am I supposed to get down there?” You paced the ledge, pulling at your hair. The slope was steep and littered with rocks, limbs, and roots. You couldn’t risk falling. You wouldn’t. 

But there was so much blood. 

“Think, Y/N!” You crouched down, tapping your fingers against the dirt while willing Daryl to move. To yell. Anything. “When I get you out of this mess, Daryl, I’m going to string you up by—” Your eyes flew wide, a gasp leaving your parted lips. Scrambling back to your bag, you dug through it haphazardly until your fingers wrapped around the rope you’d swiped from his tent. “Yes!”

It probably wasn’t long enough to get you all the way to the bottom but it would do to get you low enough for a fall not to injure you. You’d have to be creative, regardless. You couldn’t rappel down; the length was definitely not enough for that. You also couldn’t tie it to a tree on the ledge either. It would take too much rope. You needed to move down the slope a bit and use one of the tree roots. 

Which meant taking a risk. 

“I swear if you die, I’m killing you.” You muttered, while shrugging your bag onto your back. Your ass met the dirt somewhat roughly in your haste to get moving. The body could only lose so much blood before— Anyway, you had to go. You moved down carefully, keeping your backside firmly on the ground whilst you prodded rocks and limbs to ensure they would hold your weight. There was a sturdy, sizable root just a few more feet. If it was embedded deep enough, you could use it to get you down safely as well as get you both back up. 

You were nearly there when your foot slipped from the edge of a rock. It was easy to right yourself, given how carefully you were moving but it didn’t stop your heart from leaping into your nose. Looking down, you realized you had grabbed your stomach instinctively. With a calming breath, you gave your tummy a pat. “We got this, little thumper.”

The root was easy to get the rope around, secured with a bowline knot. You then loosely secured the end around your waist, high enough not to snap taut around your belly if you were to fall. It’d probably break your back, honestly, but eh, you were optimistic. 

You let the slack fall and grabbed on a couple of feet below the knot. “Here goes nothin’.” You started down at a faster pace than before. You couldn’t slide on your ass the whole way, that would take forever. 

Daryl didn’t have forever. 

You called his name every few seconds, as quietly as you could while being loud enough for him to hopefully hear. You made about three-fourths of the way down when you heard a familiar sound that made your blood freeze. Your head snapped up to some foliage across the riverbank, panicked eyes zeroing in on the walker making a beeline for the same figure you were trying to make your way toward. 

“Hey!” You shouted. You waved an arm frantically but the stench of blood had the corpse’s entire focus. “Goddamnit!” With no alternative, you ripped off your flannel and put it between your hands and the rope. Bracing your weight mostly on the root above, you stood slightly and all but ran down the slope. Each time you misstepped, you threw your weight onto the rope. It would sling you sharply but with nowhere else to go, you could get right back to the descent. 

Unfortunately, the rope eventually ran out. 

Eyes on the walker getting entirely too close to Daryl, you scrambled to untie the line. “Fuck!” The corpse had dropped to its knees and was crawling the last few feet. You yanked your knife from the holster and cut yourself free in a single swipe, barreling toward the water. “Get away from him!”

It finally noticed you, looking your way while Daryl’s arm was in its rotten clutches. Your knife sank into its skull with ease. As much as the smell made you gag, you grabbed the thing as it toppled and pulled. You couldn’t let it fall into the water. Not with Daryl having an open wound. 

Panting through tears, you freed your knife and crawled toward the archer. If you had been one second later, he’d have been bitten. The way that thought devastated you down to your very soul frightened you. You checked his arm first, just to be sure. No bites. No scratches. There was no time to revel in that relief. You stopped to brush your fingertips over a cut above his right temple. From the fall, you surmised. 

The most concerning injury was that it was indeed his bolt impaling his side and it seemed to have gone all the way through. “Damnit, Daryl, what happened?” You felt lost, hands hovering while your chest began to tighten with the all too familiar heaviness of impending panic. “No, you can’t freak out. You cannot freak out.”

First thing was first. You had to get him out of the water. He would be lucky if bacteria hadn’t already seeped into his wound. You could only pray that Hershel had antibiotics in his possession. 

You shed your rucksack close to a nearby tree. The area would give you a view of the entirety of your surroundings. With Daryl injured, you would need to remain vigilant. You were responsible for the safety of three now. 

Moving him would be difficult. It would be pulling dead weight, and was most definitely over the weight limit a pregnant person should be messing with. But you didn’t have a choice. 

“Okay, little thumper. You just be strong in there while I get your dumbass father out of this mess.”

It was a struggle to get him angled on his right side. You couldn’t drag him flat and risk disturbing the bolt lodged in his skin. Hands tightly gripping his forearms, you began to pull, your boots sliding in the gravel. It was going to be quite the journey but you were moving him little by little. 

With a strained grunt, you paused and leaned forward to put your hands on your knees to catch your breath. Just as you leaned forward to grab hold of him again, a cold slimy hand grabbed onto your bicep, yanking you back. How had you not heard the walker approaching? Wasn’t pregnancy supposed to heighten your senses?

“Fuck!” You grappled with the corpse of a man, finding it tough to keep his clicking teeth away from your arm. He was pushing you back easily but you couldn’t let go to get to your knife. One wrong move would result in a chunk being ripped from your arm. Your muscles were tiring, being pushed to their limit. To make matters worse, you could see another walker shambling its way toward the scrap. There was no hope of fending off two of them. 

You cried out in frustration and lifted your foot to connect the toe of your boot roughly with the corpse’s knee, causing it to stumble. You had one shot. With your forearm pressing into its throat, you were able to grab your knife and sink the blade into the soft skull with a sickening squelch. There was no time to catch your breath as the second one slammed into your side and took off your feet. 

Your legs were pinned under its body, forcing you to battling at an awkward angle to stave off its attempts to rip into your thighs. Your knife was within reach, but grabbing it meant one side would be vulnerable. 

“Goddamnit! Get off me, you decaying bastard!” 

The walker shifted and gave you the opportunity to bend your right knee and place the sole of your boot against its abdomen. A solid kick forced it back. You were free to scramble backward and grab your knife, but when you lifted it to strike, you spotted another walker crawling toward you, its empty eyes giving you a glimpse of your fate. Ripped open, half eaten only to rise again; mindless and starving for a taste of flesh. 

This was it. You’d done all you could. You’d fight them to the death but they had you. It was only a matter of time before—

A bolt pierced the second walker, entering through its temple. It landed in the dirt with a dusty thud. You knew exactly what had happened and once the last walker was dead, you would survey the damage. You flung yourself forward and drove your knife through its right eye. It fell still, its weight heavy on your lap. 

“Goddamnit, Daryl!” You exclaimed. 

The hunter was on his knees at the water’s edge, swaying dangerously. The left side of his body was now void of the bolt, rivulets of blood dripping from his saturated shirt. His crossbow fell from his grip as he pitched forward to land on all fours. 

“Shit.” You wiggled free from beneath the walker, sheathing your knife before dropping to your knees beside Daryl. You laid a gentle hand on the middle of his back. “Hey, let’s get you over there so I can take a look at you.”

“Who…came with…you?” He asked breathlessly, his head remaining bowed as if he just didn’t have the strength to lift it. Hell, he probably didn’t. 

You knew he wouldn’t like the answer. You hated to upset him but you wouldn’t lie. “I came alone.” He visibly tensed, fingers digging into the dirt and rock below him. 

“Why…the fuck…would ya do tha’?”

“Because the horse came back without you. Because our baby needs their father.” You reached for his bicep and pulled him up onto his knees so that you were able to put his arm across your shoulders. “Because I was worried about you.” 

He gave you a look from the corner of his eye, his head still hanging. “S’a shit reason…ta risk the… two’a ya.”

“Did you miss the other two reasons?” You shot back, getting your legs under you so you could lift him without pulling your back or stomach. “Selective hearing, I swear. On three: one. Two. Three!” You managed to get you both upright, but Daryl was quick to curl forward with a sound much too close to a whimper for your liking. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“S’fine. Jus’…” He trailed off with a languid wave of his hand. You took that to mean he was ready to move and began the short walk to the tree. It didn’t take long but he was somehow even more pale and sweating by the time you helped lower him to recline against the trunk. “Found…found her doll.”

“What?” You weren’t really listening. With his shirt pulled up, you could get a good look at the wound. It was still bleeding sluggishly, but still far too much for your liking. “Did you really pull out that bolt?” You asked while leaning around him to see the back as best you could. 

“Y’ain’t…ain’t listenin’.” The hunter gave you a weak shove, barely moving you at all. “Found…Sophia’s doll.”

“She was here.” Looking around, you saw nothing and you would not leave him to go track. “Where’s the doll?” Daryl jutted his chin toward a downed tree that was close to the shallow water. Even going that meager distance from him felt like you were leaving him unprotected. However, you knew he would hound you until you obliged his request. 

You jogged over, your muscles tired and stomach beginning to feel ill at ease. Sure enough, there laid the doll. You snatched it up and returned to him, taking a moment to place the toy in your bag and pull out supplies. 

“How did this happen?”

“Fell…fell on it.”

“Graceful.” You smirked, ignoring the weak middle finger lifted toward you. “Let’s get this bleeding under control and get back to the farm.” You raised his shirt again but this time he seemed to take notice and went rigid. 

“It’ll keep, jus’ leave it.”

Your mouth gaped. “You can��t be serious.” You admonished him. “I’m not sure you noticed but there is a literal hole in your side. We can’t go back without some sort of treatment first.” His usually bright blue eyes were cloudy when he looked at you. “It’s nearly dark. Stop arguing with me and let’s get this done.”

“Ain’t enough…time ta…get back tonight.”

“We can’t stay here, Daryl. We’re sitting ducks.” You started grabbing other things you needed even as he tried to talk you out of it: food, water. 

“I can. Go on… back. Come back…back tomorrow…with help.” He winced when he pressed a palm against the wound so he could shift to a more comfortable position. 

“I’m not leaving you.”

“Y/N, s’not—”

“I said no, Daryl.” You reached for his shirt again and he didn’t stop you but there was a panicked undertone in his eyes. “Just far enough for me to see the wound, okay?” A visible relief; his shoulders dropped and he let his head fall back against the tree. 

The bleeding had slowed, showing signs that it was beginning to clot. That was great news but it didn’t replace all he had already lost. The wound needed a proper cleaning and stitches, both of which you were not well equipped. You could handle it if you had the supplies. You’d sewn yourself up plenty of times. 

With a sigh, you got up to fetch your flannel from where you’d left it near the rope. You were already tearing it into strips before you returned to Daryl’s side. You tried to be as quick as possible; taping down gauze, folding pieces of your flannel to press over those. Lacking enough to make a compression bandage, you tied pieces of material together. 

“Almost done.” You had to lean into his space to pull the makeshift bandage around his back. His tired eyes flitted back and forth between yours while you found yourself glancing at his lips. You cleared your throat and sat back on your heels. “This is gonna hurt but just try to be as quiet as you can.”

Daryl watched you for a moment and then nodded. He visibly tensed and closed his eyes a mere moment before you pulled the material tight around the wound. To his credit, he merely grunted but the hard lines of pain on his face told a different story. 

“There. That’s the best I can do right now.” You were beyond concerned. The thought of spending the night there with the archer being so grievously wounded was intimidating. You knew there was no other choice. One of the canteens was on the ground beside you where you had placed it when grabbing out supplies. If he was going to stand any chance of surviving, Daryl had to cooperate. This should be fun. “I need you to drink some water. You’ve lost a lot of blood. We have to keep you hydrated until we can get out of here.”

“Nah.” Much to your chagrin, he turned his head. “Ya need… it more… than I do.” He was beginning to look dazed, fighting off the overwhelming urge to allow his body to rest. 

“Stop being a brat and drink the water.” You pressed the canteen to his lips, dropping your mask to wear your concern like a second skin. “Please. I promise I have enough for me too.”

You thought he might argue or once again refuse, but he finally parted his lips with a sigh. You tilted the canteen, flinching when his much too cold hand covered yours to help control how much he was getting. 

“I need to build a fire. Keep it small.” You weren’t really talking to him but he hummed in response anyway. He was cold and clammy. You’d bet money that would be worthless in that world that if you checked his pulse, it would be racing. “I think you’re going into shock. I need to get you warm.”

“M’fine.” His voice was quiet, too drained to offer up a convincing tone. 

You went about gathering what you could find that could hold the highest possibility of burning. “You know what, keep telling yourself that. Maybe your stubbornness will pay off.” Placing some rocks down so you could control the flames, you placed your tinder bundle in the center along with some sticks and wood chips for kindling. You had to do this the old fashioned way. Daryl was watching you with slow blinks as you went about your method. 

You thanked whatever deity that was listening for your experience in the wilderness. You were nurtured by the woods growing up. The trees were like family, offering shade, protection, and a means of warmth or preparing your meals. You had learned the ways to survive. Granted, back then, walking corpses that wanted to eat your intestines weren’t a thing. Scared as you were, you knew you could make it. You could make it. But now, you had to keep Daryl alive as well. 

“Finally.” You sat back with a smug grin, watching the fire burn. You just hoped it would be enough. “Come on, let’s get you settled closer to the fire. Then I’ll heat the beans I have. Daryl swatted at your hands. 

“M’fine here.”

You huffed through your nose. “No, you’re not. Your skin is freezing. I don’t have any blankets. We need to keep you warm.”

“Fine.” He began to lever his way to his feet, growling with annoyance once you swooped in to help him. “Can do it….can do it myself.”

“Shut up and let me help.” You didn’t let go and he didn’t try to force you. He was panting by the time you lowered him down to lie on this back. He couldn’t be comfortable. “Um, one second.” There wasn’t a lot left of your flannel but you could make it work. Folding it to the best of your ability, you gently lifted his head and placed the article  beneath it. As an afterthought, you pulled the clean shirt you had grabbed for him and draped it over his upper half. It would have to do for the time being. “Okay, just rest and I’ll wake you for some food and water in a bit.”

Hours passed agonizingly slowly. You had tried to get Daryl to eat but he had refused. At least he drank the water. You yourself had eaten a third of the can of beans. Everything seemed to be going alright until you found yourself regurgitating into the bushes. Your stomach was turning inside out, now rejecting even the water. 

Carol had warned you this would happen but you couldn’t wait. You didn’t regret it either. Daryl would have surely died had you not gone in search of him. 

Wiping your mouth on the back of your hand, you staggered back toward the fire. You were steps away when you realized that Daryl was…talking. And not just talking, but conversing. There’s no one there. 

It felt wrong in some ways to move closer; to be able to hear him. It was as if a person was sitting right next to him. Daryl’s eyes were open; mere slits but open. 

“Screw you.”

“A girl. They…lost a little..girl.”

“Shut up.”

“Tried like hell… ta find ya, bro.”

Bro? Daryl had a brother. It was unknown if he was alive or dead. You only knew from Carol. Daryl never let you that close. He was hallucinating which was bad. Very bad. You took a step forward, ignoring your stomach’s protests for the time being. Should you wake him? 

“We went…back fer ya. Rick n’ I, we…did righ’ by ya.”

“I ain’t nobody’s bitch.”

“Don’ talk…’bout her like that. Y/N…she’s…diff’rent.”

Wide eyes blinked. He was talking about you. Granted, it was during a moment of psychological weakness but still. It felt even more wrong to allow it to continue. 

“I ain’t gon’ be…like our daddy. My kid…ain’t gon’ be like us. Like you or me.”

Your heart ached for him. You knew nothing about Daryl’s childhood but now you knew it wasn’t pleasant. Shaking your head, you kneeled next to his arm and placed a hand against his cheek. No fever. This had to be coming from the head injury. “Daryl.” He seemed to be looking right through you. Still, he lifted a hand and let the back of his knuckles brush along your jaw. 

“See, Merle? Told ya… she was diff’rent.” His hand fell away, blue eyes disappearing behind heavy lids. 

“Daryl?” You said urgently, fingers searching along his neck for a pulse. It was there, albeit a little fast but there. You felt weak and allowed yourself to fall back onto your ass, scooting until your back was against the tree. 

From what Carol had told you, Daryl’s brother was vile. He was toxic and the younger Dixon had changed slightly without his influence. She had said Daryl was brash and intimidating, preferred to be alone. Hated to be touched. Yet he had sought out your company twice a week like clockwork. He had talked to you, brief and unimportant statements and questions, but he had talked. He had let you touch him. Intimately. 

“She’s…diff’rent.”

It was dangerous to let your mind wander down the paths it had created from his simple words to a brother who wasn’t there. But let it wander, you did. Maybe Daryl didn’t just care about the baby. Maybe he was impertinent toward you because you had gotten too close. Maybe you had managed to penetrate the walls he had built to protect himself. 

Maybe—just maybe—you had allowed him to pass through your own defenses. 

And that was more terrifying to you than any walking corpse in a dystopian world. 

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1215 Rush (Nayeon, Feat. Jihyo)

You wake up from the first sunlight that passes through the window, Jihyo is still sleeping peacefully on your chest, you could feel your morning boner is being hard inside her, the heat from her walls are teasing you to start the new day in a different way.

I pat Jihyo's head and kiss the top of her head. I let Jihyo sleep a little longer, enjoying the look on her sleeping face. "You look so cute Jihyo." I whisper as I gently hug her.

'Umm.... Good morning...' Jihyo slowly opens her eyes and looks up at you. 'What have we done yesterday?' She rubs her eyes to get her mind cleared, 'I have drink too much last night...'

Jihyo seems to be still hangover, adjusting in a more comfortable position on you, refuses to leave the bed.

"I tried telling you." You hug Jihyo again. "Still good morning. I thought you'd stay asleep a little longer after drinking so much. Did you sleep well?" You ask.

'Just a little headache... I guess it's fine.' Jihyo, cross her arms around your neck, keep kissing your lips like a chicken. 'There are a lot of housework waiting for us, mind helping me, honey?'

'What time is Nayeon coming?' Jihyo asks as she ties her hair up again.

You wipe away some saliva from the corner of Jihyo's mouth and tell her when Nayeon should be showing up. "I guess we should start cleaning up." You say before spanking Jihyo. "I need you to get off me first if you want me to help."

'Can you help me wash the dishes? I will do the laundry after a quick shower.' Jihyo gives you another kiss on the forehead before leaving you.

'Umm.... Naughty boy...' Jihyo releases a little moan when your cock withdraw from her pussy. Your morning boner looks even shiny when it is covered by Jihyo's juice. 'Handle it yourself, can you?' Jihyo gives you a smirk and throws you her panties.

'Oh my God, what have we done last night?' Jihyo seems shocked by the clothes that you two thrown on the floor last night.

"Well, you wanted me to put a baby in you. So I tried." You tell her as You pat her bottom. "Go get washed up, honey. I'll wash the dishes." You say as You pass her and head to the kitchen to do your chore.

You clean the mess that you two left last night quickly and prepare some light breakfast for both of you, afraiding that some heavy food would make Jihyo suffer more from the hangover.

'Where are you now?' The buzz on the phone stops your work. 'I am living with my family last night, you know where to pick me up.' It's the message from Nayeon, she also sends you a pic of her dog kookeu on her bed. 'I just wake up.'

"I'll pick you up soon enough." You reply before continuing to prepare Jihyo breakfast. "Jihyo! Breakfast is ready. Get over here." You yell, trying to get her attention from the kitchen.

'Yeah, coming. Give me a minute babe.' You can hear Jihyo yells from the bathroom. You quickly set up the table for her before she comes out.

'Umm. Thanks for breakfast.' Jihyo steps out from the bathroom and sits opposite you. The towel is still covering her hair as she hasn't dried it yet. You don't wanna get a cold, so you walk to back of her and help her dry her hair. 'No, don't move.' You tell Jihyo as you see she tries to move her head away.

'What do you think if I sleep at Mina's house today, so I can have a talk with Dahyun.' Jihyo leans her head on your body, looking up to you.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure would Mina like to see Jihyo visits her room.

'Babe?'

"I think that would be good. Just don't make a mess of her home." You reply. "Now eat, you have to get your energy up." You finish drying her hair before sitting down on the other side of the table and eating with her.

'Nayeon must want to see you.' Jihyo says as both of you finished breakfast. 'No need to worry about me, I am going to find Dahyun today.' Jihyo starts to gather the dishes. 'I will clean the dishes and leave later, babe.'

'I can drive you to Mina's house, Jihyo... Nayeon's thing is not urgent.' You take the dishes from her hand, offering her a ride so she won't feel left over.

'It's fine babe, I don't think Dahyun is ready to see you yet, you will break my plan.' Jihyo grabs the dishes again and walks to the sink.

"You're right." You walk behind Jihyo and hug her from behind. "I'm lucky to have met you, Jihyo. Thanks for everything." You get beside her and help her clean the dishes. "I'll see you later."

You kiss Jihyo's forehead before leaving the house, you are way too familiar with the route between your home and Nayeon's home. Although she moved to live with Jeongyeon already, you would still send her home whenever she wants. The memories keep flooding your mind on the way. You remember the good old days with Nayeon when she is still your only one.

Soon you arrive downstairs of her house, before you tried to call her, you could already see Nayeon is walking kookeu in the park right next to her home.

You call Kookeu over to get their attention and stay by the car. You look Nayeon over, seeing what she's decided to wear for the day.

Kookeu immediately rushes to you when he hears your call, your voice is too familiar for him.

'Ruff ruff!' Kookeu keeps barking when he runs to you. 'Yah, Kookeu. Don't leave mommy alone.' Nayeon tries to grab it's collar while slowly walking to you.

Despite it's just the end of winter, Nayeon's dressing totally doesn’t look like she feels cold, probably the only things that keep her warm is the beanie on her head. Her tummy exposed in the air and the thigh between her long boots and super short skirts are keep catching your attention instead of Kookeu.

As soon as kookeu reaches your feet, You pick him up. "Did you miss me?" You look over at Nayeon after. "You're going to catch a cold dressed like that in this weather."

'It's not really that cold, isn't it?' Nayeon pats Kookeu's head. However, when she speaks, there is steam that comes out of her mouth. 'I am nearly finished walking Kookeu, but it seems he is more than happy to see you, huh?'

It's seems lucky that Nayeon is in a good mood right now, you put down Kookeu on the floor and helps Nayeon to takes her bag. 'Should we finish the walk then?'

Nayeon hands you the dog collar and hugs her arm, 'It's a bit cold really, what my boyfriend should do right now?' Nayeon stares at you, waiting for your answer.

"I thought you said it wasn't that cold?" I say as I take off your coat and hand it to her. "Kookeu, Nayeon should've dressed in warmer clothes, right?"

'Ruff ruff' Kookeu barks again when he hears your question. 'Not going to help me?' Nayeon looks at you with dissatisfaction, wearing the coat herself.

'Kookeu, let's go' Nayeon starts to move with the collar, leaving you behind. 'Have you planned where will we going?'

"Not really, I was thinking of a restaurant and then maybe ice cream before heading home. I wanted your opinion, though." You look at Nayeon in your coat. "Did you have anything you wanted to do? All you said is you wanted to be the only woman at my home."

'I thought you had planned everything before asking me out?' Nayeon shakes her head lightly. Although the motion is so small, you can still see it.

'Let's go to the cafe we used to go to then, so Kookeu could join us before I bring him home. 'Do you want to join mommy, Kookeu?' Nayeon kneels and ask Kookeu.

'I want you to cook for me tonight, okay? It's been a long time since I eat it.'

"That’s fine by me. I'll cook you something nice." You kneel down next to Kookeu. "Come on, Kookeu. Let's run ahead." You say before starting a light jog and looking to see Kookeu running behind me.

You two spend the rest of the morning at the park, Nayeon sits on a bench, watching Kookeu plays with you, Kookeu is so energetic today, perhaps he's too happy to meet you once again.

'You must have been tired.' Nayeon takes out a towel and wipes away the sweat on your forehead when you go to the bench for a short break. 'You could stop if you are tired, I have walked him a while before you arrive.'

'Sit, Kookeu.' Kookeu sits immediately when he hears Nayeon's command. 'Good boy. We have played enough today, daddy will play with you next time, ok?'

You pat Kookeu's head, "That’s enough play time, buddy." You turn to Nayeon. "Let's head over to the cafe. Have you eaten yet?"

'No, I have been waiting for you for lunch. Let's go, Kookeu.' Nayeon grabs the collar and begins to leave. You just keep walking by her, enjoy the breeze from the Han River.

Both of you didn't say anything, not anything about hate, not anything about love. But from the motion of Nayeon, you could see she is definitely feeling good beside you.

'Two latte and a carbonara with smokey salmon, thanks.' Nayeon orders the food without asking. An old couple knows what her love would like to have, of course.

You hold her hands under the table. However, Nayeon just pretends nothing has happened. Your hand goes even further, moving to her thigh, slowly rubbing it, feeling the sensation that you missed.

Nayeon finally responds to you this time, 'Yah, don't be naughty outside.'

"I'm not doing anything." You respond before patting her thigh. "Right, Kookeu? I'm not doing anything?" You look at Nayeon and smile. "How have you and Jeongyeon been?"

'Jeongyeon is not so happy. She thinks our travel was ruined by you, we planned to go to Bali Island for a hot winter. But... Nevermind. I would not have been in the mood to enjoy my vacation under that situation.' Nayeon takes a slip of the latte before distributing the spaghetti for you.

'We have bought some swimsuit for the trip, guess we may now wear them in the summer.' Nayeon's words leave you a Hugh imagination. You start to think about how would both of they wear sexy bikinis to play at the pool, perhaps even hot sex...

'Yah, why do you look like that?' Nayeon squeezes your arm hard, pushing you back to reality. She knows you must have been thinking some lewd ideas. 'Don't pretend you haven't seen me wearing bikinis? Are you thinking about Jeongyeon, ha?'

"You said you bought some new ones. I was thinking about what it could've been. I bet it would look sexy on you. Besides me and Jeongyeon don't get along." You reply as You squeeze her thigh.

'You are my boyfriend, and she is my best friend. You two are pushing me to the corner.' Nayeon sighs. 'She hates you because you cheated on me, I would never like to leave any one of you. Can you two at least try to get along, please?'

Nayeon holds your hand and puts it on her face, slowly rubbing it. 'Can you do it for me?'

"I'll try to be friendly, but you have to tell her the same thing. I can't be the only one trying." You say as You squish her cheek. "There's obviously going to be a big hurdle there, with her hating me and all that."

'She did nothing wrong, she just angry about the past. If she knows I am your only one, she may not be that angry. Although I am not going to tell her yet we are going back together, kind of.' Nayeon feeds you with a fork before continuing to eat.

'Did Jihyo leave already, or any other woman, Momo or your secretary, everyone. I don't want to be disturbed NY anyone tonight.' Nayeon stares at your eyes, if your answer cannot make her satisfied, she would just leave immediately.

"Jihyo was going to go to see Dahyun for the day. We don't have to worry about anyone else being at home." You respond, patting Nayeon's hand. "We'll have the entire place for ourselves."

Nayeon smiles with satisfaction, 'Let's go then, bring Kookeu home and then go to your home.' Nayeon waves at the waiter and prepares to check the bill.

Nayeon can't hold her smile when she crosses her arm on the way home. The spark between you two is igniting fiercely when no one is between you two. You could feel Nayeon is a bit anticipated about her visit.

'My mum is at home right now, perhaps you can wait for me at the car?' Nayeon asks you again before entering the building.

"Aww, you don't want me to see her?" You tease, pinching Nayeon cheek. "Alright, I'll stay in the car. Just be quick." You tell her before kissing her forehead. "I'll be waiting in the car."

'I... I didn't plan to tell her we are together again, or you want her to know you cheated on her baby daughter?' Nayeon squeezes your waist, only release after hearing your painful moan.

'Wait for me! Let's go, Kookeu.' Nayeon yells before entering the building. You shake your head, walking back to your car as you don't want to wait under the wind. You suddenly remember Nayeon is wearing your coat, her mum may notice it easily.

You smile to yourself, thinking about Nayeon having to explain where she got the coat to her mom. You wait in the car for her to return, taking the time to look at social media on your phone before eventually driving her to your home.

'Let's go!' Nayeon throws her handbag to the backseat and jumps into the car. She seems to have adjusted herself as your girlfriend again finally, just like the old days, holding one of your hands while you are driving. Now, all the view outside the window seems to be more colorful for her.

However, once you have backed to the carpark, Nayeon's question has caught you off guard. 'Jihyo and her ex-husband lives here too, right?'

'Yeah, so what? You do not understand her question, just focusing on parking.

'So, you kinds of irresponsible cheaters loves to live here?'

'Sneaky bad men. Hmm...' Nayeon mocks you without even thinking.

"Her ex-husband doesn't live here anymore." You say, correcting her. As we walk up to your door, You place your hand on the small of her back. "Today is just you and me. What did you want to do first?"

Nayeon directly enters the password and enters the flat, 'So you haven't changed the password? Won't you afraid I sneak in the house and kill those who cheated with my boyfriend?' She takes back the handbag from your hand, detailly checking the new fitting of the house.

'Perhaps you can check the bedroom too.' You say, take the bag from her again and put in on the table.'

'Don't move.' Nayeon warns you while scanning you up and down, she seems misunderstanding that you want to have sex already.

"I'm not doing anything, Nayeon." You tell her as You pat her head from a distance. "Relax a little, I'm going to change into something more comfortable. Feel free to look around the kitchen, and you can tell me something you might want to eat."

Thanks to Jihyo's efforts, your room has been tidied up already, and you quickly change into the pajama and head out for Nayeon, not wanting her to wait so long.

Nayeon is not in the kitchen. Instead, she is walking around the corridor, checking which room belongs to who. When you open the door, she steps in immediately, checking your master bedroom.

However, her smile disappears immediately and pushes you away before leaving the room. You follow her sight to try to check what's going wrong. Damn, it's your favorite night grown of Mina.

Mina knows you are always turned on when she is wearing this, so she just hangs it in the room even if she is not here, it's more than a normal night grown, the cutting and the area of skin that Mina would expose makes it lewd. Nayeon must know Mina is wearing this every night to have sex with you. Perhaps she doesn't know that the grown belongs to Mina, it must not belong to her.

'Throw them away, I don't wanna see them.' Nayeon yells from outside.

"That’s not your decision to make, Nayeon. I'm just going to put it away." You tell her as You put it in a closet. "You can't just throe away other's things because you don't like them."

'Yah! You know what I mean! Just put them all away! Everything! I don't wanna see them tonight!' Nayeon yells through the door again.

You quickly put other miscellaneous items in the drawer before coming out of the room. All you see is Nayeon hugging herself on the corner of the couch just like an injured rabbit. 'Are you meant to do it? Reminding me I am not your only one anymore?'

"Jihyo must've cleaned my room before she left. I didn't have that out there on purpose." You tell Nayeon while bringing her into a hug. "It’s okay, Nayeon. It's okay." You pat her back as You calm her.

Nayeon rests herself on your shoulder without saying anything, you know she still needs time to calm down, you hug her tighter, wanna let her know your love.

'I can't breathe, Pabo.' Nayeon pats your back, telling you to let go. 'I am hungry.'

'Let me cook then, what do you wanna eat?' You give her a kiss on the forehead,

you know it's another way that Nayeon shows that she has forgiven you.

'Umm... just not spaghetti that we ate for lunch.'

"Alright, do you want to help me?" You ask as You slowly let her go. "We'll make something really good." You say as You head toward the kitchen to get started on dinner.

'I will join you later, I haven't finished the tour.' Nayeon jumps from the couch and walks to the other side.

While you are busying on preparation for dinner, Nayeon is just running around the house, and she seems curious about everything of the new house. She is no longer suppressing her emotions. Enjoying the time with you is more important for her.

'Do you need help?' Nayeon stands along the door, asking. You close the pot and turn around. However, you are surprised by what she is wearing. You don't know where she finds an oversized tee from your closet. Her bottoms are covered, teasing you to guess if she is wearing panties. Keep looking down is her pairs of beautiful legs, not too meaty and not too skinny at the same time, you know how good it touches like.

"Yeah, help me cut some of the vegetables." You say, turning back to the food. "You look good in that." You say tugging at her shirt. "Did you wear it for me?"

'No, I am just trying to be comfortable. this is our home, right?' Nayeon walks closer to you, opening her arms, waiting for you to hug her.

You do not hesitate, offensively pull her in you, and hug her tightly. You two look into each other's eyes, the characteristics of an oversized tee come out now, you could easily see her tits from top, the cleavage she shows off catch you attention, making she looks cute and sexy at the same time. The only disappointment is that you can see she is wearing fabric pajamas inside rather than being naked.

'Why look at me like that? I can't wear your clothes?' Nayeon slightly moves herself in you. The Skinship ignites the lust inside you two when no one else is here.

You move your hands down her back, just above her ass. "I thought you wouldn't be wearing anything underneath." You tell her before pressing your lips against her neck. "You look beautiful, Nayeon. I don't know if we'll even get to have dinner with how good you're looking. I think I'm getting distracted." You kiss Nayeon's neck again and dig your hands into her waist.

Nayeon giggles from your move, 'Yah... so itchy...' You only leave her neck after leaving a hickey on her neck. Nayeon can't hold her smile and grabs you for a kiss. 'You would not get it so easily. I am going to see your performance tonight.'

Nayeon’s hand crosses around your neck. The proximity makes you feel her hot breath on the face, you could not control yourself, so you just kiss her again. Not a soft kiss this time, Nayeon feels like she is going to be swallowed by you, you keep drinking her saliva, your hands move on her body, Nayeon accidentally leak a moan. 'Um...'

You move your hands lower and squeeze Nayeon's ass as You lift her off the ground. "Are you sure, Nayeon? You're really turning me on with your moaning, and I think you want it, too." You say, playing with her neck after.

'Umm... I say not now...' Nayeon, enjoying your caress, still acting strong to your tease. Only God knows how much she misses the cock, your cock that is giving a lot pleasure in the past.

The boiling sound of the pot wakes you two up, you hesitantly move your head from her neck, your hickeys and saliva are covering her neck and collarbones. All you see is her watery eyes, she could not resist your flirting and caresses especially she hasn’t tasted a cock for too long, smelling your hormones could already makes her wet.

'Is it how you do to them? Nayeon asks as her watery eyes locking on you once again.

You kiss Nayeon and move your hands lower, digging your hands into her soft thighs. "Shh, it's only you and me." You whisper before kissing her again, pushing your tongue into her mouth.

Nayeon does not resist your move. Her body starts to get soft, and her hands stroke your hair to pull you closer. You push her to the desk, putting Nayeon on it, so your hands are free to play with her body.

Her moan gets louder when your hands reach her sensitive parts. Although she is trying to keep quiet, you could easily hear it from the kissing.

The lack of air forces you two to separate, the saliva is connecting your lip, makes the atmosphere lewder. Nayeon who is already turned on, breathing heavily, wanting to get all the oxygen back. 'Your kissing technique is improved, you must have been practicing with them.'

'The pot is boiling. Let's continue later.' Nayeon slightly pushes you away so she can get off the table.

"Fine, but don't expect me to back off next time." You say as You go back to cooking. "Are you going to help me some more, or are you going to set up the plates?" You ask, looking over your shoulder.

Nayeon carefully tidies her t-shirt that is just ruined by you. It is wrinkled, especially the chest area. You can even see the shape of your handprints. 'Nah, I am just going to wait to eat.

'I hope your cooking skill will be improved either, not only your kissing skills and lying skills.'

"My cooking skills are great. I'll have you know." You say as You focus on finishing the meal. "I'll make you keep coming back for more."

Your food once again conquered Nayeon. Both of you are so full and just laying on the couch lazily. Two of you sitting so close, her legs are casually lapping along yours, occasionally touching your crotch. Your hands on Nayeon's body start to move naughty, and Nayeon does not object to you at all.

After fulfilling your desire for food, you are tempted to fill out another one. 'Should we go back to the bedroom?' You ask as your hands keep exploring her body. 'Let me rest a while... We just finished dinner.'

Feeling your horny sight, Nayeon, who was anticipated for having sex with you after such a long time, starts to be shy when the time comes. 'When did we last have sex...' She whispers.

However, your desire does not allow you to rest anymore. You have been eagering for sex since her teasing in the kitchen. You could feel your pants are wet because of the precum. You ignore Nayeon's word, hug her up, and walk to the bedroom. 'Let's rest at the bedroom.'

'Is this what you do to them?' Nayeon asks in your arms, before completely falling in the desire.

"Shh, be quiet, my little bunny. I hope you have the energy to go all night because I won't be able to stop myself." You say as You drop her on your bed and climb over her. You work to remove her clothes as You invade her mouth.

Nayeon does not let you take over this time, she flips you over when you try to remove her t shirt, sitting on your lap exactly.

'They are sexy, right? Jihyo, Momo and your secretary, they are all sexy.' Nayeon put your hands on her chest and says. 'I am not sexy as them, right?'

'I have prepared a lot of things for you originally.' Nayeon leans closer to you, grabbing your jaw, so you can only look at her. 'Am I sexier than them?'

'Yes, you are.' You answer instantly, without even thinking. All you want is her right now.

'You answer too fast, you are lying.' Nayeon squeezes your face cheek to show her dissatisfaction. Her lips are pursed, 'Only know telling lies.'

You grab Nayeon's waist and pull her down so she can feel your bulge. "Are you sure I'm lying?" You ask as You grind against her folds. "I want this just as much as you." I kiss Nayeon and begin slipping down the straps of her clothes and cupping her breasts as they come into view. Her soft moans told me to keep going, You feel her nipples harden against the palm of your hand and pinch them slowly. A low moan stirs in her as You move your hands lower and eventually pull down her panties. "Nayeon, I want you." You groan.

You could feel how wet Nayeon is when her bottom lips touch your tips, your cock is suffering from it's hardness, you desperately want her. 'Nayeon... I love you... I want you...' You groan.

'I am not safe today... get a condom...' Nayeon whispers, she tries her best to control herself, but she can't. Her hands automatically grab your shaft and start stroking, just like the good old days.

"If that's what you want." You groan, leaning over to a nightstand to grab one. After You grab one, you sit up and whisper to Nayeon's ear as she grinds against me. "I don't have enough for the whole night." I tell her, hinting at us fucking like rabbits through the night.

Nayeon lays on her back, slightly opening her legs, waiting for your visit. From her heavy breathing, you could feel she is excited too, it's been a long time since you have entered, your cock starts to throb, the vein on it is pulsing, you just can't wait to own her again.

'Am I still your No.1? And forever?' Nayeon holds your cheek as you climb on top of her, she still wants to check your answer even she has been turned on. Her heartbeat is beating out of the rhythm, everything just seems like the first night you have had together, how she asks you to confess again and again before you put it in.

"You're the love of my life." You tell her as You lean in for a kiss and push your cock inside her. You feel her warm walls squeezing your cock and her legs wrapping around your waist to hold me still as You drive every inch inside her.

The suction from Nayeon is stronger than ever, Nayeon can't hold her moan even you two are kissing. She uses her thigh to push you even deeper, although you have just entered her body.'

'Faster! I need it! I miss it!' Nayeon shouts at the break of the kissing, her eyes are full of desire, you bet Jeongyeon could not satisfy her at all. This time, your mind is longer occupied by other women, all you see is Nayeon.

You hold Nayeon's hands above her head with your own and drive your cock deeper into her as You kiss her neck. "We have all night. Calm down, Nayeon." You whisper into her ear. "I'm going to make you mine again."

Nayeon raises her head so you can kiss her neck easier, your hickeys are already all over her collar, but it's not enough for you, you wanna let everyone know she belongs to you.

'Umm... ah...' Nayeon's moan is hitting a higher pitch as you keep drilling in her hardly, her legs are pushing you even deeper. The tightness of her pussy reminds you how needy she is right now, she is desperately waiting for an orgasm, an orgasm that Jeongyeon can't give her.

"Tell me what you want, Nayeon." You command as You start to quicken your thrusts. "Tell me." You grab her thighs, digging your fingers into them, holding her close so You can put more strength into your thrusts. Her body lurches forward each time You drive your cock into her. Nayeon's moans grow louder with every thrust.

Nayeon arcs her back and holds you even closer, your forehead is touching hers. 'I want you, Y/N! Fuck me!'

'Ah! I am cumming!' Nayeon is being too sensitive, and she could not hold on when you start to thrust fast, her walls clamp you hard, the warm nectar splash on the tips are bringing extra pleasure to you, you just wish you are not wearing condom right now, so you can feel her better.

"That’s it, Nayeon. Cum on my cock." You moan as You speed up your thrusts. "Can Jeongyeon make you feel this good? I bet she can't." You tell her as You lift her hips for a better angle to thrust.

Ah... Fuck... Don't say her name right now!' Nayeon's orgasm is so intense that she can't even talk properly. But you know mentioning Jeongyeon's name does has effect on her, her walls are clamping your cock again, you know you would not stand for too long.

'Nayeon... I am better than her, right?' You groan as you enter the last stage. You kiss her with tongue, invading her mouth once again. You increase the pace of thrusting, your hips move like a dog, the pleasure force Nayeon to moan loudly even you two are kissing.

You drive your cock deep into Nayeon as You cum, filling the condom. You pull out quickly, wanting to keep going. You put on a new condom and tie the used one before tossing it onto Nayeon's stomach before flipping her onto her stomach and raising her ass into the air. "Who's better, Nayeon?" You ask as You rub her clit and tease her cunt with your shaft. "Tell me, and I'll put it in."

'You! You are better!' Nayeon moans loudly under you, teasing, 'I want you.' Nayeon shakes her ass, seducing you to put it in.

'What are you waiting for? Don't expect me to beg you.' Nayeon turns her head to you, her eyes are covered by lust, seems she could never be satisfied.

You keep moving your cock along her folds, teasing her with slow movements. "I want you to beg for me." You tell her as You gently push the tip against her entrance. "Tell me how much you want it."

'Tell your other girlfriend to beg! I won't!' Nayeon bites her teeth hard, struggling to control her body under your teasing. The heat from her pussy is seducing you to go all in, but you are not going to give up easily.

'Ughhh... Still so hard...' All in a sudden, Nayeon pushes her hips backwards and start fucking you in reverse. 'Ugh... I am not your little toy like others.'

You grab Nayeon's waist and force her away before giving her ass a hard smack. "I can give you everything you want if you just beg, Nayeon. Your body is already begging for my cock, you just need to give in." You slide on hand along her waist until You reach her clit, rubbing it slowly. You lean in and kiss Nayeon's ear. "You already told me who's better, just beg for what you need, and I'll give it all to you."

You already know Nayeon’s ears are one of her most sensitive places, when you are playing her clits and ears at the same time, she could not stand anymore.

'Ah! Fuck you!' Nayeon's whole body is jerking, and she collapses, falling on the bed with her stomach. She just cum again when you increase the pace of your hand, you could even feel her hot, sweet nectar dripping on your finger.

'You...' Nayeon just breathe heavily, struggling to argue with you as she is still in the after taste of the orgasm.

You keep playing with Nayeon's clit, and gently bite her ear. "I'm tired of waiting, Nayeon. If you're not going to be for it, I'm going to be begging me for a break." You rub your cock along her slit prodding her entrance before ramming yourself into her.

'Yeah, keep going...'Nayeon starts to moan again when you start thrusting again. She grabs the bed sheet tight, so she won't be pushing forward when you are moving.

You squeeze her ass cheek hardly until your handprints are marked on it. 'I am not going to let you take any break tonight. Fuck... You are so good.'

'Ah... I hope you can...' Nayeon tries to turn around her head to look at you, but she fails. 'Am I a better fuck than them? Huh? Ummm... faster, babe.'

"Ask me that again when we're done." You say as You spank Nayeon. You move your hands up her body, manhandling her breasts as You bury your cock inside her with every thrust. "I'm not sure we're going to have enough condoms for the entire night, Nayeon. I hope your body remembers what it's like to be full of cum." You moan into her ear.

'No... You need to stop when there's no more condom...' Although she is falling into lust, she still remembers she can't let you cum inside. 'Or you can go to buy a pack now... Ah... fuck...'

'Wait...' Nayeon stops you for a second and pushes you away, she kneels again in Doggy and bend her ass higher. 'Fuck me, I am nearly cumming.'

You put one hand on Nayeon's shoulder and drive your cock into her with one swift motion. You hold onto her waist with the other hand and continue to thrust into her before leaning down and whispering into her ear. "I thought you wanted to be number one. I want to cum in you Nayeon." You feel her tighten around me as she cums, her back arcing as she pushes herself back against me.

'Uh... You know I can't have a baby yet...' Nayeon grabs the bedsheet hard to keep herself balance. 'It's not a good time... You know I always want to focus on my career. I will fall apart if I get pregnant.'

'Fuck... Are you going to cum? I can feel it.' Nayeon could feel your shaft getting harder in her. 'Want to cum in me that much?'

"You know it, but if you don't want it, maybe I'll give it to someone else." You say as You play with her clit again. We both cum at the same time and You toy with her as You leave your cock inside her while You cum. You grab another condom, ready to put it on.

Nayeon turns around to sleep on the bed, her face is covered by sweat, 'You don't even need rest?' Her chest is bouncing just as her breath. 'I guess I am the best fuck then.'

Nayeon stops your hand that is going to wearing the condom. 'Let me help you.' Nayeon grabs your cock that is covered by the mixture of sperm and lubrication and rubs your tips quickly with her thumbs.

'Ugh...' The sudden pleasure forced your body jerks, some remaining cum even drips from your tips. 'Still so sensitive, huh? Let me empty this shot before starting a new one.'

"You're just looking to get some rest." You say to her as You slip your fingers inside her cunt. You use your thumb to rub her clit, making small circular movements. "You're going to be cumming all night." You run your fingers along her walls as You push them deeper, hearing Nayeon's moan come flowing out.

Nayeon, not gonna show weak, stroking your cock slowly to teasing you. ‘You said we are going to fuck all night, right?’ You can see all the lust in her eyes, her eyes speak for herself, she wants you, she wants you so badly. You do not hesitate anymore, you take another condom from her hand and push her down again.

‘Ah… Slower… Pig head…’ Nayeon’s legs automatically cross on your back when you thrust in.

…

‘Ahhh… kiss me!’ Nayeon rides on you quickly, pulling you up for a deep kiss, you grab her ass hardly, helping her to bounce on you. This position allows your cock penetrate even deeper, you could feel you are hitting at the entrance of her womb.

…

‘Fuck! Please! Don’t stop!’ Nayeon is on all fours, arcing her ass up to suit your rhythm. You are also close to your orgasm, sweat keep dripping from your forehead, you give up on grabbing her ass, your bend yourself even lower, just use your hands to support your whole body, meanwhile your hips thrusting like a dog.

…

‘Cum with me, Y/N. I am cumming!’ Nayeon moans loudly, backing into the missionary allows you two look at each other when you cum. ‘Ah… Ahhh!’ Nayeon’s moan keep seducing you to fuck her even harder, her thighs locking you once again, pushing you even deeper when you thurst. ‘Take my cum, Nayeon! Fuck, you are so tight!’

“Hold my hand, Y/N. I love you!’ Nayeon, almost yelling when she feels your cock start to throb in her. Although her hands are still grabbing hard on the bed sheet, she gives up on balancing herself, she raises her hands as wide as she can.

You hold Nayeon's hand as you bury yourself inside her and cum. Kissing Nayeon does little to stifle her moans as she rocks her body against yours and uses her legs to push you deeper.

Your lips are aparted, but not your soul. Nayeon seems never could be satisfied. 'Y/N. I want more...' She whispers in such a sexy tone that it is impossible to resist.

You slowly remove the condom and tie it carefully before throwing it aside casually.

'Damn' You eagerly open the night stand, however you find that the condom box is empty, you have used all your stocks just half of the night. You turn around and see Nayeon splits her leg wide, showing her pink clit, she keeps rolling on the bed, waiting for your cock. 'Ummm... What takes you so long?' Your cock starts to get hard again when you see she is acting so horny.

You keep debating should you rush to the convenience store to get a new box of condom right now, you know you can't resist the temptation of cream pieing her even you promised to pull out.

You crawl over Nayeon, blowing into her ear as you tap her clit with your cock. "We're out of condoms, Nayeon," You whisper into her ear as you rub my cock along her slit. "I don't want to stop."

'Go to buy now.' Nayeon bites your ear. 'I won't let you cum in me tonight.' Nayeon kicks on your stomach lightly, preventing your further action.

You back off and get yourself ready to head to the store. It is the better decision in the end.

[hexgaywire]

"Taking Care of You While You're Sick" (HC)

[Nijisanji EN Boys Edition]

Ft. Vox Akuma, Sonny Brisko, Ren Zotto, And Hex Haywire

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Disclaimer and Reminder; this is based on the characters made by NIJISANJI, not the people behind the character voicing them. If in the future the person expresses or states that fics of this nature makes them uncomfortable I will 100% remove this or anything I write about the characters involved.

F,M,GN?: GN

Warning: Ren swearing like once? Other than that none

Word count: 958

Authors note: Listen if I had to pick one man from each group to take care of me it would be these four. I'm being selfish, I'm sick, and biased but I hope you enjoy regardless. (This is also really short, I wanted to write some feel good stuff, I'm sorry)

Reminder that my requests are open! If you wanna send me one please do!

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Vox is very observant and notices you're a little off right away

He takes to canceling whatever he and you have on your schedule today

You have errands to run, laundry to do, homework to do? Too bad you've been bed ridden

He refuses to let you put any stress on until you're 100% better

Vox takes you home and sets you up to be comfortable

"I have to make a quick run to the grocery store, call me if you need me for anything"

He really was quick because it couldn't have been more than 15 minutes before he returns with an arms full of groceries

He fixes you a cup of tea, checking your temperature while you sip on it

Vox rummages around in the groceries and pulls out some fever reducers and gives them to you to take

While you relax he makes you the best soup you've ever had

You didn't realize how hungry you were until you ate, Vox is just happy you're enjoying his cooking

Vox insists on staying the night and won't take no for an answer

He may be a (voice) demon but he's a demon who cares for his clan

Sonny works a lot so he's a little slow to figure out your sick

It was a cough in the middle of a sentence you tried to suppress that got him

Once he realizes your sick, similar to Vox, he sends you home immediately making sure you are not doing anything else except for focusing on getting better

He ties up things at work quickly so he can come over and take care of you, he even takes a couple days off just for good measure

You're not expecting the VSF Commander knocking at your door with your favorite comfort food, meds, and vitamins

But you know it's always welcome

After he makes sure you eat he cleans up for you and then suggests you go lie down on the couch

Sonny does some light food prep for you so you don't have to strain yourself when your hungry

You fade in and out of consciousness while you watch Sonny Brisko putt around your home taking care of little things

When you eventually drift off to sleep he gently checks your temperature with his hand and deems you stable enough to carry to your bed

After tucking you in he can't in good conscience leave, what if something happens??

Sonny grabs a wet cloth to place on your head and eventually sits by the edge of you bed to watch over you

He too eventually passes out and when you wake up you see him there...

You feel safe and cared for knowing Sonny is at arms reach, just for you.

Ren is still learning about human culture

So when your voice comes out horse, he laughs and asks

"What's up with your voice?"

You explain to him that you aren't feeling well today and apologize

"YOUR SICK!? Oh shit uh I've been told about how to deal with this! Let me help you? Please."

How could you say no to him

Ren whisks you away to your room stating it was crucial for humans to get plenty of rest when they aren't feeling well

You can't argue with that and tell Ren you'll take a nap

Once he's sure you're asleep, he runs out to the pharmacy

He returns with almost the entire pharmacy, just in case....

You awake again when Ren places a towel on your head

He smiles down at you hand hands you some water as you sit up

"Staying hydrated is also important when you're sick, the towel thing is also important for... something probably"

You laugh as he rustles around grabbing something else

He hands you a fist full of pills, that's when you notice the stack of medicine boxes behind him

You gently explain to him that taking that amount of medicine could potentially make you more sick

You list off a few medicine names and he hands them to and you take them

"I guess I still have a few things to learn when it comes to taking care of humans..."

You gently squeeze his hands and thank him for being here, because being sick alone is scary

You're lucky Ren is here

Being sick often, Hex hones in that your feeling sick before you do

"You should head home. You're sick."

You're dumbfounded you had stuff that needed to be done, but your thoughts of work are interrupted by the oncoming of a splitting migraine

Resigning with a sigh you excuse yourself to your home

Not two minutes after you settle into bed you get a knock at your door

You're greeted by Hex carrying his favorite soup for the both of you

You invite him in and he asks you to sit and he'll grab anything you need

While the two of you eat Hex turns into a mother hen and asks you for all your symptoms and how your feeling, constantly checking on you

Hex is honestly an angel, he cleans up after you eat, grabs your medicine from your medicine cabinet, he even offers to do any chores you need immediate help with

You feel selfish for making him worry

He assures you that you'd do the same for him, you have done the same for him

It's the least he can do to help ease the burden while your sick

He helps you back to bed and meekly asks if you want him to stay

You'd be honored to have him stay especially since he's such a good caretaker

You thank him for his help and again he says he's just happy to look after you

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[he-calls-me-kitten]

I would pay real grimm for a part 2 to playdate where instead of ending where it did, it goes on to round two with simeon, mammon, beel, and solomon painting mc. Winner of those 4 gets to fuck mc infront of everyone else as a prize

I absolutely love where your head is at, honey. Alright coming right up.

PlayDate 2

"MC, it's not fair, you know." Beel pouted, holding the door of the bathroom open.

Solomon had already teleported inside while Simeon and Mammon were still racing. You clicked your tongue.

"I said, one of you. And since Solomon got here first, well-"

"He cheated! That's not even fair!" Mammon protested, panting.

"Exactly it wouldn't sit right with the rest of us." Simeon shook his head, disapproving.

"My, my, Simeon, you sure are eager for an angel." Solomon draped an arm on shoulder confidently. "And MC didn't specify how to get here. Only to get here the fastest."

"Oi! Get your hands off them!"

And more bickering ensued. Ugh, this is not how you pictured it.

"Boys, boys, BOYS! Stop that!"

They quietened down at your command. Too easy. You smirked and pulled out your DDD. "I have a better plan for all of you. But first let's call up all our friends shall we?"

"What why?!"

"You'll see."

It took hardly two minutes for the everyone to gather in the bedroom. You pointed them all to sit on the bed, facing the bathroom and you pushed the bathroom doors wide open.

"Because you all performed so well today, I decided to do a second round and decide the final winner. And I have the winner of the last rounds right here!"

Solomon, Simeon, Beel and Mammon appeared shirtless, with smirks, cocky grins and playful smiles etched on their faces.

"Please remain in your seats during all times and don't try to participate or Solomon and I will put a curse on you, okay?" You smiled and skipped of the bathtub.

"Help me undress first won't you, my loves? My clothes are all done for anyway. Oh and one of you needs to clean me up a little."

Solomon pulled off your shirt, while Mammon ripped away your pants, Simeon tied up your hair while Beel cleaned your arms and legs with a wet sponge.

There was a collective gasp at your naked body. You could almost feel their unblinking gaze burning your skin.

"There we go! A fresh canvas!" You cheered.

"You cleaned it faster with magic last time, didn't you?" Lucifer said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "This is highly inappropriate."

Asmo was drooling and mewling into a pillow. "AHHH! Why does Mammon get to be there!!? MC, darling, I can do so much better~"

"Should an angel really be doing such sinful things? If I remember correctly, I was the runner up in that round - so wouldn't it be better it was me instead of Simeon, MC?" Satan said, crossing his arms, pissed and needy.

"Indeed. Solomon, I think you should rest a little. You did so well already. Allow me take care of MC, instead." Barbatos smiled, his fists bunching up his robes.

Levi stared in a daze while his nose dripped a thin stream of blood. "MC..."

"Beelie, would you like to trade places? You haven't eaten in a while, maybe you should go have something?' Belphie tempted his twin.

"MC, if you don't mind, may I sit closer?" Diavolo said, getting up. You could see the bulge in his pants all the way from the other room. You laughed and nodded.

"You could also watch the timer Diavolo. Stop us after exactly two minutes okay?"

Diavolo nodded. Just from his gaze you could tell he was going to stop it much earlier.

"Alright. Everyone has their paints?"

"YES!"

"3, 2, 1...Go!"

"I'd like to have your mouth if you'll let me, MC?" Solomon asked like a gentleman. The moment you nodded, his fingers were thrust inside, playing with your tongue while bending down to bite your neck. You'd moan out loud already but he was keeping you quiet.

Simeon dipped his hands in his paint and painted your back intricately, leaving kisses after each creation. "I hope this feels good you, MC. You are so lovely..."

Mammon was attacking your chest, smothering it with hickeys and paint, fondling you aggressively everyhere his hands touched. His growls left soft vibartions on your skin. "Mine...mine...all mine..."

Beel seemed like he had forgotten about the game altogether. He had painted his hands but they rested firmly on your thighs, holding them apart, as he relentlessly licked your clit. He almost let out a moan of euphoria when you started gushing from his overstimulation.

Time's up!

It wasn't over. Diavolo did end it early, just like you thought.

"Who won?"

Simeon placed his final kiss on your cheek. "Well make sure, you really scrutinize the results. Cause it's a super important one."

"Oi Mammon, let go of MC's legs now!" Levi whined, getting up himself. "And when was it even decided?"

"MC announced it to us right before calling you." Beel said, leaning against your leg too.

"You make it sound exciting. Tell us won't you?" Barabtos's vein popped in his head, already knowing which direction this is going.

"Whoever wins..." Solomon lovingly cupped your face as he smirked at everyone else. "...gets to make love to MC. Right here. Right now. And you lot are allowed to watch."

A resounding cacophony of protests echoed in the bathroom halls. You really think the rest of them would sit by?

No. The losers wants a rematch.

[thatfanficstuff]

Breakeven - Jonas Taylor (The Meg)

Pairing: Jonas Taylor x Reader

Warnings: nope

A/N: Inspired by the song Breakeven by The Script. I was having trouble finding a Jonas Taylor fic that fit what I was looking for so I wrote one. The story of my life. Enjoy.

Jonas Taylor’s gaze swept around the flurry of activity surrounding him. He’d just left the infirmary after making certain his sister would recover from the injury she’d received when her sub had been attacked. He needed a shower and a change of clothes but he was too busy searching the halls of Mana One for your familiar silhouette. He hadn’t seen you since the two of you divorced and now that he was so close to you, he felt the need to find you. To assure himself that you were still whole and alive.

Finally, he caught a glimpse of you as you conferred with Suyin, both your heads bent over a tablet as she showed you something. He sucked in a breath as his chest tightened, an odd mix of longing and bitterness churning inside him. He shoved down the rush of emotions threatening to surface, schooling his features into his normal flat expression. He had to appear unaffected. He couldn’t let you know how affected he was by your presence, how the pain clawed at his insides.

“I thought you were going to clean up,” Mac’s voice interrupted. His friend followed his line of sight to see you. “Oh.” He dropped a hand on Jonas’ shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.

Jonas shrugged him off and gave him a tight smile. “Got sidetracked is all.”

“I see that,” Mac agreed as he put his hands in his pockets and followed Jonas as he walked away from you. They walked in silence for a bit, steps echoing in the quiet hall.

Jonas licked his lips. “Seems like she’s doing okay after everything.” Bitterness colored his words though he’d tried to hide it. He hated that he was torn in pieces, aimless without you and you didn’t seem bothered in the least. It was bullshit.

Mac studied him for a moment. “She’s keeping her head up.” He grabbed his friend by the arm and pulled him into a room. “Let’s have a drink. You look like you could use one.”

Jonas nodded and took a seat in what was clearly Mac’s private room. He sipped at his drink as he watched Mac contemplate something. Jonas knew the look well and waited for his friend to come to a decision.

“You’ve got it all wrong you know,” Mac finally said with a furrowed brow.

“What have I got wrong?”

“It killed her to file those papers.”

Jonas snorted. “I find that unlikely. No, she thought I was crazy just like everyone else and left rather than stand by me like she should have.”

Mac shook his head. “I promised her I wouldn’t say anything, but I’m tired of holding her while she cries over you. I love her like a sister, but she needs you.”

“Then why the hell did she leave?” Jonas tried and failed to mask the desperation in his words.

“Because,” Mac hesitated, swirling his drink as if searching for courage in its depths. “Because the old bastard gave her an ultimatum.” Jonas knew instantly he must be talking about your father. None of you liked him but he was too wealthy and powerful to just write off. Mac sighed, regret contorting his features. “He threatened dire consequences, Jonas. Said you’d suffer if she didn’t cut ties.”

A heavy weight settled in his stomach. If your father wasn’t already dead, he’d kill him for threatening you. For making you too scared to come to him. “Threatened? What did he do, Mac?” His grip tightened on his glass, knuckles whitening.

“He didn’t want your presence staining his good name as he put it. Said he’d use all of his resources to make sure you were broke and homeless with no where to turn. He told her there wasn’t a corner of the Earth where you would be safe from him. Then he told her if she tried to run with you, he’d make certain she’d never see you alive again.” Mac’s voice was little more than a whisper by the end, heavy with the burden of the knowledge he’d been carrying.

A cold shock washed over Jonas, followed by a surge of anger that left him breathless. Your father hadn’t threatened you. He’d threatened Jonas. You’d shattered your entire world to protect him. His breath came heavy and he placed his glass on the table in front of him, afraid he’d drop it otherwise. He ran a hand over his head. “Damn it.” How hadn’t he seen this? Why hadn’t he demanded more answers from you? Why had he just assumed you were abandoning him like everyone else? “I can’t believe she never—”

“Hey,” Mac interrupted gently, placing a hand on Jonas’s back. “You didn’t know because she didn’t want you to. She walked away to keep you safe.”

“Safe,” Jonas echoed, the word bitter on his tongue. The truth of your motivations stripped him of his resentment, leaving a raw, gaping wound in its wake.

“Jonas,” Mac’s voice softened, “she loved you enough to let you go but she was far from okay with it. It tore her up. Still does.”

He clenched his jaw as he processed everything he’d just been told. If you loved him that much, maybe there was still hope for the two of you.

You’d taken to hiding in your room since Jonas arrived, leaving only when you were made to. You hadn’t even been to see Lori in the infirmary afraid you’d run into him there. Mac had been trying to get you to tell Jonas the truth since your father died, but you just couldn’t. He’d hate you for breaking his heart, regardless of the circumstances. It was better to just let him move on without you. For him to find his happiness even if you never did.

A knock at your door reverberated through the room. You opened it without checking who was on the other side. An action you regrated instantly when you found yourself face to face with the love of your life. “Jonas,” you whispered, your voice breaking on the word.

He greeted you in return before pushing gently past you and stepping into the room. You shut the door behind him, your hand trembling against the cold steel. “I didn’t expect—”

“Neither did I,” he said cutting you off. “Why did you do it? Why did you leave me?”

The words hung between you as your eyes searched his, wondering why he suddenly wanted to have this conversation when he’d never asked at the time. “Jonas, I…” you trailed off not certain what you could say to get him to possibly forgive you.

“Please,” he pleaded as his hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. “I heard things about your father, about threats. I need to hear it from you. The truth.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Your gaze faltered, drifting away before finding its way back to him. “I…you don’t understand.”

“Then help me understand,” he said, stepping closer.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as your heart raced, pounding against your ribs. “My father threatened everything. I never wanted to leave you but if I stayed, if I fought for you…He might have been bluffing, but I couldn’t risk it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion. “Why didn’t you ask for my help?”

A laugh escaped you then, a cold, bitter sound of disbelief. “How could I, Jonas? Threats from my father aside, you’d been pushing me away since the day everything went to shit. I tried to help you, tried to back you and you didn’t want it. When my father gave me the ultimatum, I figured it wouldn’t matter much to you anyway. It didn’t matter if I was broken, as long as you were okay.”

You couldn’t bear to look at him as hot tears trailed down your cheeks. Strong hands gripped yours and you sucked in a breath in surprise. “Listen to me,” Jonas ordered. “I always knew you deserved better than me and I didn’t want to drag you down with me, but nothing, absolutely nothing would ever make me quit loving you.”

When you said nothing he squeezed your hands. “Say you believe me,” he whispered. “Believe that in a million moments, in a million lifetimes, I would always choose you.”

Your eyes found his, wanting to believe his words. Gods you wanted to. And as he gazed at you full of hope and love and desperation, you found that you did. Could the two of you really have another chance? With your father and his threats gone from your lives, what was stopping you?

Jonas leaned forward suddenly and you barely had time to catch your breath before his lips met yours in a kiss that was both an apology and a plea. His hands moved to cup your face tenderly as if you could vanish in an instant.

Pulling back just enough to meet your stunned gaze, Jonas ran his eyes over your face as if memorizing your features. Whatever he found must have made him happy as a wide grin curled his lips. “Marry me,” he breathed. “Be mine again. Forever this time.”

The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. Fresh tears trailed the paths of the previous ones but this time they were happy, full of love and hope. You brushed your lips against his as you whispered his name.

He kissed you again, needy and wanting, before resting his forehead against yours. “Is that a yes?”

You chuckled. “Yeah, baby, that’s a yes.”

His hands trembled slightly as he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his arms around you. He buried his face into the curve of your neck and inhaled your still familiar scent. For the first time since you walked out the door all those years ago, he felt whole.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered against his skin.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. As long as you never leave my side again everything will be fine.” As he pressed a kiss to your temple, there was a knock on your door.

“Go away,” he called, making you laugh.

There was a stretch of silence before you heard Mac say your name in question which only made you laugh harder. You pulled away to answer your door, Jonas moving with you. Mac looked between the two of you, before grinning like an idiot. “I’m sorry to interrupt this, like you have no idea how sorry, but we’ve got a meeting to talk about the meg.”

You nodded and moved to follow him before Jonas grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “We’ll be there in a minute,” his rough voice said as he shut the door in Mac’s face.

When he turned you and pressed you against the door as he kissed you deeply, all your protests disappeared. This is where you belonged. Right here with your husband as if the last five years had never happened. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back and wondered if they really needed you to tell them to kill the giant shark before it ate everyone. Surely they could figure that out on their own.

[prettygirlmjmjmj]

tips on how to sleep better

Sleep is so important, especially for students or people who have busy lives (so everyone basically). The benefits of sleep are so numerous and a good night's sleep really helps you wake up prepared for your morning routine and to accomplish the rest of your day. But, many people struggle with a sleep for a variety of reasons, making it difficult to get a full 7+ hours of sleep a night. Hopefully these tips will help, but if you continue to have difficulty sleeping and are struggling please talk to a doctor!! Difficulty sleeping can be an indicator of underlying mental/physical health issues, please take care of yourself!

making your bed sacred

Are you the kind of person who gets home and throws their stuff all on the bed before cosying up on it to eat or study or watch something? If so, you need to stop doing that. Only using your bed for sleep/bedroom activities will make your brain associate it with sleep and rest, making it easier to switch off and fall asleep. Here are some tips on how to make your bed scared:

Wash and change your bedsheets at least once a week. Clean, fresh smelling bedding will help you relax much faster than dirty, old bedding.

Try spraying your pillows before you put the pillowcases on them with a sleeping spray or lavender scent so that you relax and smell sweet.

Add blankets, pillows or whatever makes you sleep better to your bed. Make it a nice cozy place you want to spend time in to make sleep much easier.

Do not use any devices in your bed (yes this ones hard). Ever. Try to keep your bed associated with sleep and rest. If you can't sleep straight away try reading instead of using blue light before bed!

Do not sit on your bed wearing anything other than what you would to sleep in. Not even casual clothes, sleepwear or nothing. This way you know that your bed is a time for sleep not for anything else.

Try sleeping on a silk pillow case as it's much softer and cooling which could help you to fall asleep faster. It is also is much better for your skin and hair!

making your side table and room sleep-friendly

Sleeping well starts at your bed, but doesn't stop there. Making your room more sleep-friendly can be a big step in improving your overall sleep quality and help you to fall asleep faster! Here are some tips on how to make your entire room and side table (if you have one!) sleep friendly:

Remove everything distracting from your side table. Any devices or things that will distract you, move and put somewhere that is not right next to you. Try to have books, hair ties, a clock, candles etc instead, anything that will help you sleep. I personally also love some crystals nearby.

When it starts getting dark, close your curtains and make your room a little darker by turning of bright lights and putting lamps on instead. I love turning my salt lamp on to give my bedroom a pretty, pink glow!

Keep a glass or bottle of water next to your bed. Instead of having to get up to get a drink, you only have to reach over and grab one, helping you to fall back asleep and cool down faster.

Try to have some sort of shift from your room in the day and night. For example, in my room during the day my windows are often open letting air in and my bed is neatly made, whereas during the night by bed is turned down so I can get in it and my curtains and windows are shut.

Try to keep your room clean and tidy so that you don't have justifications for getting up out of bed.

Try lighting a candle before you go to bed (make sure to blow it out first!) with a comforting scent that helps you to sleep such as vanilla or lavender.

making yourself ready to sleep

None of these tips matter if you don't make sure that you're in a position where you have a good evening routine and are doing everything you can to help yourself sleep better! Taking the time to care for yourself and prioritise you is so important, so here are some tips to help you do just that:

Instead of drinking a caffeinated drink in the evening, try having a more relaxing drink like chamomile or lavender tea, hot milk with lemon and honey, matcha or ice water. This will help you relax faster and make you feel sleepier.

Try doing some yoga or stretches to help loosen your muscles and get you ready for bed.

Have designated bed clothes. Whether that is a pretty set of pyjamas (my personal favourite) or a big top, changing into clothes specially for bed will help you get into a sleepy mindset.

Avoid screens before bed for at least an hour. If you need some kind of added simulation try having a designated calm playlist for bed or read a few chapters of a book.

After you clean your teeth and do any skincare, take a moment to put anything away in your room and make sure everything is ready for the next day and make sure you have not forgotten anything. This will help you fall asleep faster, knowing that you're all ready for the next day.

In the evenings try incorporating a scented product into your bath/shower routine that relaxes you, like lavender oils or jasmine body wash, anything that relaxes you. If you wash in the morning, try using a lip balm or hand cream/body lotion instead!

Thank you for reading and good luck sleeping! All my love, mj.

[witchysquirrel]

Epiphany

Chapter Three

Cassian slept for four days. Madja and Ravenna worked in shifts, one of the healers at his bedside at all times. Wound care was done twice daily; they gave him fluids, kept his pain at bay. Ravenna spent a lot of time at his bedside, just watching him breathe. 

That first day when he’d finally been stable enough, she’d bathed him. It had been difficult to cut the torn leathers from his body, and she was sure she looked like an idiot trying to move his dead weight by herself. Nonetheless, Ravenna tossed the ruined leathers aside and went to work. It took her two hours and several buckets of soapy water to fully scrub away all of the blood and dirt and sludge that coated every inch of Cassian’s body, chipping away at it until she could see his skin again. And then a second scrub to actually clean. When she was done, she washed his hair, separating dried blood and mud from the dark strands until she could comb it smooth.

Ravenna put a fresh pair of sweatpants on him, deciding her work was done, as she was entirely sweating by the time she had finished this endeavor. Ravenna looked down at him, resting so peacefully beneath battered wings, the angles of his face illuminated in the lamp light. Ravenna thought Cassian was objectively beautiful, she knew everyone thought he was. He was an infamous ladies man that had had a handful of great loves, but even more sex with strangers. 

Cassian had been known to flirt with Ravenna if he got a little too drunk, only when he wasn’t taking a lover, but Ravenna knew that was just his personality. She made sure she never confused his flirting for something more, or the way she adored him for anything more than friendship. Ravenna tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, admiring his sleeping form once more, before deciding to head in for the night. Madja would be here in an hour and he would still be sleeping by then.

She covered him gently with the blanket, and took herself back to her room. As she turned the corner, ready to collapse into bed, she collided with something black and solid. 

“Oh, my bad,” Ravenna muttered, taking a step back.

“It’s okay, I was walking too fast,” Azriel replied, hardly meeting her eyes. He paused for a moment, but still didn’t look at her when he said, “Do you think he will fly again?”

Ravenna let out a small breath. “I can’t make promises,” she said, pausing. “Mostly because I don’t know.”

The silence threatened to eat her alive.  “But you’ll be here the whole time?” Azriel looked at her finally, their brown eyes meeting. She nodded. He dipped his chin, in acknowledgement and goodbye, and then he was gone. She exhaled through her nose, considering what Azriel had said - that he was glad she would be here with Cassian - and decided it was a very high compliment. 

-

Ravenna awoke early on the fifth day that Cassian had been asleep. She’d fallen asleep early the night before, still wrapped in a bath towel on top of the comforter — too tired to tuck herself into bed. She rose, putting on the plain black ankle length dress and hooded cloak that hung neatly in the wardrobe waiting for her. Although she hadn’t come here with any clothes, the wardrobe always had what she needed. Ravenna tied the tan corset from an adjacent drawer around her waist, tied her still-damp hair into a loose low ponytail, and pulled on her boots. Remnants of the blood and gore she’d trudged through last week remained, and she waved her hand, the dirt disappearing on a draft of wind. 

She stopped in the dining room for a quick breakfast, stopping for a slice of toast and a banana. It was still dark out, the sun only just considering rising from beyond the mountains. Ravenna barely heard Azriel as he entered the room, grabbing a banana of his own from the fruit bowl on the counter. 

“I spent the night watching him,” Azriel started. “He slept well.” 

She gave him a small smile. “I’m glad. I’m hoping to wake him up today, I’m sure he’ll want to see you once that happens.” Azriel nodded once, then stalked out of the room in silence. 

Ravenna made her way to the makeshift infirmary, opening the door and shutting it quietly behind her. She did her assessments, surveying the wounds, listening to the thud of Cassian’s heart in his chest and the heave of his lungs as he slept. Although he was still a huge mass of muscle lying there, he looked fragile, which was not a word she’d ever used to describe him. When she finished with her first tasks, she began removing the dressings from Cassian’s wings, revealing the wounds beneath. They had all healed considerably since Ravenna had first laid eyes on them, she noted as she cleansed the wound beds. She paused, laying a magical hand over them in the hopes of further healing, then began to redress them. 

When she was finished with Cassian’s wound care, Ravenna made for the head of his bed. He looked so peaceful, resting with his eyes shut gently. She almost didn’t want to disturb him at all, let him sleep for another day. She puttered for a few minutes, and then returned, pressing a hand to his forehead once again. The healer closed her eyes, reaching again for that tether to his consciousness in her mind. She tugged at the line when she saw it, pulling Cassian to the surface.

-

Epiphany Masterlist

[inamagicalhallucination]

did i already share it? well ill share it again ig

dazai after oda's death wandering around yokohama, a mess becuz someone so precious to him died, unable to understand the very human feelings he's feeling, perhaps feeling something so strongly for someone for the first time (at least whilst being aware that he is)

its night time now and he's crumpled up in some alley way not knowing what to do or how to process anything when someone calls out to him

he ignores it

they come near him

he reaches for his gun, angry at being approached by who ever the fuck-

"are you okay?" the voice asks, and dazai's so caught off guard even tho he shouldnt be - there r only two ppl after all - ppl who dont care and ppl who ask if ur okay to pretend that they do

oda was always an exception

he thinks he says fine and that should be the end of it and it is becuz the voice leaves and dazai tries to go back to breathing

except it comes back a while later with the familiar rustle of plastic bags and suddenly someone's in front of him, not touching, but close enough dazai cant ignore him, his hand tightens on his gun

"you look like you havent eaten" and in front of him, in a plastic bag, riceballs, water, and napkins

he stares

"you're well dressed" the voice says "so you probably have somewhere to go to" he doesnt "but you look hurt, covered in blood. if it was one of my students i would want someone to help them"

when dazai looks up the person in front of him doesn't look older than him

he's got long blond hair tied up, glasses, dressed in a black button up, a tan coat, and a stern look on his face

"i dont" dazai says even though he doesnt know why he's telling this strange man anything - but its true he has no where to go (chuuya's? but something stopped him before he could; ango's? that... if ango had been here... maybe oda wouldn't have-)

"dont what" dazai doesn't reply but the man seems to understand - his face falters for a second

"youngins these days, they never plan out anything. why would you spend money on expensive looking clothes and not rent out a place? my first priority was an apartment! i bought non necessary clothes after" the man scolds gesturing to his coat, dazai wants to reach for his gun again "whatever, you can stay with me for the night - i have a spare couch! this is a one time thing though! you better rent out a hotel room tomorrow!"

dazai stares at him in surprise, at his offer, his contradictory tone, voice, and words or simply the fact that someone can show such... kindness - dazai isnt sure

he doesn't remember agreeing - but he must have

must have agreed and followed the man back to his apartment, must have cleaned up the blood (odaodaoda) in his bathroom, must have eaten his food, drank his water and fallen asleep on his couch because thats where he is in the morning

its still dark out when dazai wakes up in an unfamiliar place and remembers the man

he has a feeling that the man will scold him for not immediately finding a place but let him stay for longer, but he cant stand to be here any longer

he needs to leave

go far far away from oda, the mafia, this man who showed him kindness for no reason as if oda was still here watching, making sure - he needs to go

there's only a brief hesitation when he sees the man's coat, so familiar to the one oda wears, hanging by the door, easy to grab and leave

he doesn't feel guilt when he takes it with him

he thinks of the man a few times here and there in the two years he spends wandering, waiting

he meets him again eventually, walking into the ada office with a fake backstory - he's there with the person he was told was the boss

when he looks over his eyes linger on the coat, a touch of something but not recognition

this is fine with dazai who puts on his best happy mask

"hey there! i'm here for a job interview! my name's dazai"

"Ah yes. My name is Fukuzawa, I am the president of the Agency. This is one of my employees, your future coworker if it all works out, Kunikida"

[callsign-joyride]

Summer of smut prompt “We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop.” With Jake!

Just What I Needed | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: You and Jake sneak off for a quickie.

Content warnings: SMUT (18+), friends with benefits, unprotected p in v, semi-public sex (they do it in a closet so idk), orgasm denial if you squint, this one is really short (sorry!)

Prompt: "We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I'll have to stop."

This was written for my Summer of Smut writing event. Feel free to send in requests!

Everyone had taken turns flying in pairs for the day. Mav, being too hungover to give instruction, walked in and told everyone to “figure it out”. You flew with Rooster, just before Hangman and Coyote.

“I’ll catch up with you later. My jet was making some noises that I didn’t like while we were in the air, so I’m gonna check it out.”

“Okay. Well, I hope everything ends up being fine. Let me know if you need help.”

“I will. Thanks.”

Bradley nodded and walked back towards the building. You heard the familiar rumble of jets taking off as you stood under your jet with tools. The sleeves of your flight suit had been tied around your waist, leaving you in a breathable white tank top as you started taking things apart. Even though it wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been, you quickly realized that you were due for an oil change and you had a few loose bolts. That explained the rattling.

You were capping the oil tank when Hangman and Coyote landed. You smiled as you heard them whoop and holler about whatever maneuvers they had done. Hangman laughed at something that Coyote had said before saying that he was going to check on you. 

“What’s going on over here?” He asked. 

“Oil change.”

“Cool. Do you think you could meet me by the locker rooms in like ten minutes?”

“Uh, probably. Yeah, I just gotta put some things back first.”

Hangman nodded his head and walked away while you cleaned up your area. The hallway to the locker rooms was mostly empty because it was late in the day. Most people had either gone home for the night or gone out to get something to eat. You were taken by surprise when strong arms wrapped around you and you were dragged back into a storage closet.

“Relax, it’s me. I needed to talk to you about something,” he said as he started to kiss your neck.

“Well, we never really do much talking, do we?” 

Hangman chuckled into your neck and started to push your flight suit down your waist. You melted into his arms when he started to harshly rub your clit and grind into you. You could feel his cock press up against you, and the sensation made you sigh. He stopped for a minute to pull your flight suit down to your ankles and rubbed between your folds. He groaned in your ear at the feeling of how wet you were and used his other hand to remove his flight suit.

Your hands were pressed up against the wall in front of you and Hangman pumped his cock before rubbing it in between your folds. He eased himself into you and you had to bite your lip to stifle a moan. His thrusts quickly picked up and you let out a yelp, but he didn’t stop. Instead, he gently placed a hand over your mouth and nibbled at your ear.

“We have to be quiet. If you make a sound, I’ll have to stop,” he said as he slowed down slightly. You nodded your head and he moved his hands to grab at your hips. He started to pound into you faster and harder and quickly pulled out with a sigh. You turned around as you felt his hot release on your back.

“I didn’t-,”

“I know. We both need to shower. D’you wanna hang later? Watch a movie or something?”

You sighed and put your clothes back on.

“Sure. My place? You won’t be able to spend the night, though. You know that, right?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

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[amaesama]

𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

These are my own personal headcanons, some are taken from actual facts but some were purely thought up in my own noggin. If I come up with more then I’ll make a part 2, and if you submit any headcanons then I might include those as well!

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It’s somewhere in Colorado, but the Slenderman has ties to any forest area that has particularity ’negative energy.’ This includes Appalachia in the US, The Black Forest in Germany, Aokigahara in Japan and Dering Woods in the UK to name a few. The pastas and proxies know their way around it and can get through it with relative ease.

The pastas don’t go on ‘killing sprees.’ They’re impractical and they run the risk of exposing the mansion. If they DO kill it will most likely be people in the woods or people the Slenderman has ordered them to kill, very rarely will they sneak into a persons home and kill them like that.

Sometimes they won’t actually kill their victims and they’ll just kidnap them and take them to the mansion to be ‘playthings.’ This could be for a number of reasons, like Eyeless Jack needing to eat, Helen needing blood to paint with, or some of the more sadistic and unhinged killers needing to let off some steam.

The Slenderman doesn’t put up the pages, and they are mostly put up by some of the pastas for fun. They’re mostly located about a mile or so away from the mansion.

The actual mansion is very hard to get to and of you go looking for it you’ll likely just get lost before you actually find it, but if you happen to see a few huts that look run down and have a few blood stains on them you’re probably on the right track.

The closer you get the more likely you’ll encounter weird creatures. They act as a sort of defence mechanism, as you’ll probably get hunted down by the Rake or Seedeater before you’ll find the mansion.

Slenderman stays in the attic and has an office room thing up there, this is because being too close to him can cause splitting migraines and nosebleeds, so it’s best for everyone if he just stays away. Though if someone fucks up he will go down and just stand there to punish them, unfortunately this affects others but he doesn’t care.

He distorts all electrical equipment.

There’s a sort of healing boon around the mansion, it’s enough to keep everyone alive if they get severely wounded but it won’t fully heal them, they got Jack for that :D

Not all pastas live in the mansion, but all the proxies live there, which include Masky, Hoodie, Toby and Kate.

The mansion is FILTHY.

No matter how hard some of the inhabitants TRY to keep it clean, it never stays clean for long. This is because most of the pastas don’t know how to wipe their shoes when they enter the house and they end up tracking mud, blood, or whatever substance into the floor.

The more ‘human’ pastas go out for supply runs for food, medication, clothes and other shit. They either get this from breaking into peoples houses or literally going to a store and buying stuff, although BEN definitely does some wacky hacking shit so they have the money.

The ones who go on supply runs are usually a proxy, so Tim, Brian or Kate, and someone else who is inconspicuous enough.

The ones who don’t live in the mansion live in shitty cabins around the forest, this may be because they’re dangerous to another person, they like being alone or their way of life simply requires it.

Jeff lives in one of these cabins because Jane will try kill him if she sees him (as she should, queen shit) and being around him for to long will trigger Liu, poor baby 😢

While it was a looong process, Liu is no longer afraid of his younger brother. However when he WAS still afraid of him Sully would front whenever he was in the same room.

Sully isn’t his only alter, he’s just the one that fronts the most.

Jeff is covered in burn scars, which is something I think people forget??

Eyeless Jack kind of HAS to live in the mansion because he’s the closest thing to a doctor they have, Nurse Ann is hardly in the mansion so she can’t help out much and Dr. Smily is too unhinged. Jack probably keeps a freezer full of organs down there in case he gets the munchies and there’s a room designated to keep prisoners.

Toby is in the infirmary a lot because he keeps chewing threw his fingers or his cheek and his mouth wound opens up again.

Jeff probably also has to go down and make sure his smile doesn’t get infected, and he redoes it every so often so he ‘stays on brand,’ like the weirdo he is.

BEN has a bunch of food allergies that he keeps reminding everyone of, but he can’t eat anything so he 100% just does it to annoy people.

He’s also a child and he acts like one.

He also looks like Link in Majoras mask but with his own face, and instead of wearing a tunic with shorts and Links dumb hat he just wears normal clothes, mostly green. He’s gotta stay on brand.

BEN, Toby and Jeff are like the biggest group of menaces and totally prank people all the time. They tried to prank the Slenderman once but…. Yeah.

Jeff is a DICK.

Like he is so unpleasant to be around. I’m sure with a bit of counselling he could become more tolerable, but until then it’s best to avoid him.

He also constantly smells of smoke, it’s just his natural scent. This one time someone asked if he smoked and being the bad boy emo rebel he is he was like ‘yeah of course.’ Which was a lie. He then stole a couple of cigs from Tim to try it out but he hated it.

He has a bunch of piercings to add to his hardcore bad boy image, you’re not fooling anyone dear.

He’s uncomfortable to look at. Like he COULD be attractive but the massive smile is just so freaky.

Tim and Brian definitely have something going on, but they say they’re ‘just colleagues.’

Tim probably has major trust issues because of all the shit with Jay and Alex.

Helen is really pretty and at some point Dina and Johnathan both liked him.

Helen’s room gets covered in paint really quickly and he has to spend hours cleaning it up. He’s definitely got yelled at for getting acrylic on the carpet so now he has to put down a spare sheet whenever he’s painting.

He’s absolutely tried shrooms to get some inspirations for his art.

Drugs are pretty common for the inhabitants to get their hands on, but it’s never any major drugs like heroin, and they never do anything with any children around.

Most pastas draw a line at harming kids in ANY way, for obvious reasons. They’ll also never sexually assault someone, too many people in the mansion are a victim of that and they’d never stoop to that level of evil.

Everyone is part of the offenderman hate club (as they should be).

No one knows if Zalgo actually exists? Like BEN sometimes has his electronics mess up but he can’t determine the source. Even Slenderman doesn’t know if he exists, or at least that’s what he says.

Slenderman is also a massive manipulative cunt.

Toby is so dismissive of Cody to the point where it’s funny. He’s borderline pissed that he gave up his perfectly good life in a fucking mansion for whatever this life is.

Toby is trans.

I saw a really cool headcanon that Eyeless Jack performed his surgery and it made my heart melt so I’m including it in this.

He has a bunch of scars because he never knows when he hurts himself and only notices when someone points it out.

Toby was scared to be touched because of his father, but after opening up to some of the others who also lived with an abusive relative he slowly began to recover.

He’s also half German on his mums side and is almost fluent.

Eyeless Jack is actually kinda sweet?

I mean he’s as sweet as a man eating half demon can be, but he likes to read, help people out, he’s also pretty quiet too.

I mentioned this in my Eyeless Jack headcanons but he’s pretty insecure about how he looks, he thinks his skin in weird, his eyes are disgusting, his tongues are freaky, etc etc.

He’s actually pretty alright looking, though. If his skin wasn’t grey and his eyes weren’t made of tar he’d just be an average looking guy.

Slenderman isn’t the dad of the family, he’s just there to make sure people do the shit they’re supposed to and don’t kill each other in the house. He makes everyone do jobs and that’s the only purpose he sees in them to be honest.

His voice his very deep and sounds like it’s made of static, he talks telepathically to people and it starts to hurt after a while.

It’s usually the proxies that take care of everything and keep everyone in line when they’re not working, Toby not so much since he’s too irresponsible.

They make sure everyone has chores to do in order to keep the mansion functional.

When chores are done most of the pastas return to their rooms and do whatever the fuck they do, this means the mansion is pretty quiet during the day as these mf’s are basically nocturnal.

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[sleepymccoy]

What can I do to make myself do my chores?

I'm turning to an old trick; post it on Tumblr to hold myself accountable

Situation: unit is a mess, but it's not too bad. This has left me delaying the cleaning cos it'll only be a couple hours of tidying up and a run of the vacuum. However, it's my bday tomorrow and I'm having the fam over for dinner so I want it to look really quite nice and I need time to cook tomorrow

There are a few extra things I want to do, but they're not so time dependant as family is here for dinner tomorrow

Necessary chores:

Put all my clothes away (mostly done! I'm so good!)

Wipe down kitchen bench, stove top, microwave (because I cleaned earlier! Fuck yeah)

Tidy bathroom and wipe it all down (not a long job)

Clear surfaces in the living room (desk is the only real culprit) (will undoubtedly get distracted decorating surfaces for Christmas too)

Get the spare room to look more like a room and less like an empty box storage zone (I'm trying to empty it so someone can move in) (it's a mess rn) (this is optional, I can close the door on it)

Approach cleaning the hallway stand (it's quite a mess) (I often dont do this so it's like a year of weird accumulation)

Vacuum! Fucking hell it needs a vacuum! (Maybe even dusting, yo)

Optional extras

Buy a new bike (one hour activity)

Buy the last bit of wood I need to finish making the bathroom door (one hour to buy, unknown time to complete the door)

Apply for the job mum sent me (real job) (very scary) (could take weeks) (I want this job) (I'm qualified and it pays like 100k)

Repot some herbs and set the pretty kitchen herb thing up (very fun) (but the hot water is out rn so I can't easily shower afterwards to clean up) (still fun) (might save this to do with sibling tomorrow)

Get started on the very cool commission my bud has asked me to do (desk must be clean for this) (the desk is very distracting)

Wrap Christmas presents to get the fam excited when they come by (tis the fucking season bro!) (Tree is set up already so it'll look good and festive!)

It's currently 1:30, I've got all arvo. My sibling is coming over early tomorrow to hang out (lunch time), so I can get them to help me with some stuff as well. Mainly the cooking tho, I wanna make a cake and some garlic bread and that's more fun to share than vacuuming is

[navnae]

My Boy (18+)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: top Steve Harrington, bottom Eddie Munson, dom Eddie Munson, sub Steve Harrington, r!mming, face sitting, praise kink

Summary: Steve cums in Eddie and he has to clean it up

A/N: wish this had something to do with Valentine’s Day but I couldn’t come up with anything and this is so old 💀

-

When Eddie invited Steve over to spend the night that’s literally what he meant. He didn’t really know exactly how they ended up in his bed making out, maybe it was because of the weed and honestly he wasn’t keeping track. They’ve been together for a few months now so this wasn’t new for them. Being wrapped in each other’s in embrace was all they knew and since things were going well they kept it that way for awhile. Eddie loved the feeling of Steve’s hands rubbing all over him especially when he would get off work that’s when he became the neediest. Getting his hands on whatever part of Eddie’s body and worshiping it like he needed it to live. Their kisses were filled with moans that craved for the other person to take things a step further.

Eddie kept his hands in Steve’s hair as the kiss deepened. Steve rubbed the along the sides of Eddie’s waist letting his hands slip under his shirt and feeling his skin underneath his finger tips. Steve whined against Eddie’s lips when his bottom lip was in between Eddie’s teeth. A smirk played on his lips when he pulled away making Steve pout slightly.

“What do you want, baby boy?” Eddie asked softly. He cupped the side of Steve’s and his thumb caressed his cheek. Steve closed his eyes as he leaned into the touch. He took Eddie’s hand into his own and he placed gentle kisses on it before he met Eddie’s eyes again.

“I want to fuck you.” Steve managed to say innocently somehow. Eddie laughed lightly at how cute and sexy his boyfriend was then he took off his clothes making Steve be the only one fully clothed.

“Very good boy. You didn’t rush to take off your clothes like last time,” Eddie cooed. He rubbed the top of Steve’s head to show that he actually was proud of him. Eddie didn’t think he’d like having this much power over Steve but ever since the idea was brought up to him by Steve himself he’s never been the same since. Everything he wanted Steve to do he’d do it in an instant without even thinking about it and Eddie knew that it turned him on every time he did it and he loved every second of it. “Since you’ve been so patient, you can take your clothes off now.”

As if it was second nature Steve took off his clothes quickly and he waited for Eddie’s instructions. Eddie laid down on his back then spreading his legs wide open exposing his hole. Steve tried to have self control because he was tempted to destroy Eddie right then and there. Eddie took his own two fingers and he put them into his mouth coating them with his spit. He pulled them out as a string of it dripped onto Eddie’s bare stomach before he placed them near his entrance and he slowly inserted them inside. Steve watched him arch his back from off the bed as his moans echoes throughout the room. He knew Eddie’s fingers wasn’t going to be enough hand his cock was leaking with precum the more he thought about fucking Eddie into the mattress. After a few seconds Eddie took his fingers out and he was desperately clenching around nothing. He liked making Steve wait for awhile before he really got to enjoy what Eddie would allow but even now Eddie couldn’t wait any longer. He flipped himself over to get on all fours before he arched his back low. Steve almost cried out from the sight in front of him and Eddie being on full display like this turned his brain into mush.

“Don’t tell me you’re chickening out now big boy.” Eddie joked as he took his hands and he started spreading his ass cheeks making his hole stretch open. Steve was already on his knees within seconds to align himself with Eddie’s entrance his cock brushing against it made Eddie gasp. He felt Steve’s tip pushing deep inside of him while his hands held his hips while he thrusted slowly into Eddie.

Eddie buried his face into the sheets as Steve slammed his cock repeatedly into him. His own cock was hitting his stomach with every thrust while precum dropped onto the bed. Eddie cried out from Steve pushing his hips down further making his cock disappear fully inside of Eddie. His legs were shaking as he gripped the bedsheets tightly while subconsciously perking up his ass which put him at an angle and Steve hit the sensitive spot hard. Eddie could feel himself about to cum in any moment if Steve kept going on like this. He heard Steve whimpering behind him and his thrusters became more aggressive.

“Eddie I’m so close.” Steve whined. He kept going deeper and it didn’t seem like he was stopping any time soon.

“I know baby but you know I have to cum first. Just hold it for a little longer.” Eddie said firmly. For a second Steve was going to do what he was told but the way Eddie clenched around him tightly like he didn’t want to let him go. The sweet breathy moans that came from him when Steve had him in such a vulnerable position and he got to have his way with him. With those thoughts running through his head he sped up the pace of his hips. Eddie let out a high pitched moan at the feeling of Steve digging his nails into his sides.

“Steve don’t cu-“ Eddie felt a hand on the back of his neck pushing his face down into the bedsheets. He was kept in that position until Steve filled Eddie up with cum then he pulled out watching the cum go down Eddie’s thighs. Steve couldn’t breathe properly, seeing Eddie take all of his cum inside of him easily made his cock twitch. His excitement was short lived when Eddie laid on his back to face him and he looked disappointed.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t control myself. Please don’t punish me.” Steve pleaded. He hated getting punishments from Eddie because sometimes he was unfair and other times he liked seeing Steve become an absolute mess. Eddie leaned up with his finger sticking out to catch Steve’s chin.

“Now baby you know I have to punish you or you’ll think your behavior is tolerated and we can’t have that can we?” Eddie rubbed his finger under Steve’s chin softly earning a small no in response. Eddie smiled at and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “Exactly, get on your back for me please.”

Steve listened and lied directly on his back bracing himself for whatever Eddie had in mind. Eddie got onto his knees on the bed then made his way near Steve’s head. He hovered himself over Steve his cock covering Steve’s face completely. Steve looked up to see Eddie’s hole above his face with his cum still coming out. Eddie smiled down at him as he pulled his hair for him to lean back, now they could see each other clearly.

“I want you to lick up the mess you made and you will not stop until I tell you to, okay?” Eddie asked. Steve nodded his head and he stuck out his tongue readily. Eddie lowered himself down slowly before something wet was going over his hole softly. He threw his head as Steve poked his tongue past his muscles and he clenched around it while the cum got onto his tastebuds. Steve placed his hands on both of Eddie’s thighs to push him down onto his face. He licked his hole greedily while moaning he loved that he was able to taste himself from Eddie and the beautiful moans that came from above him made his entire world spin. Steve nuzzled his nose into Eddie’s balls capturing the sweet scent of body wash that he’s given him recently. Eddie tugged on his hair and smothered him in between his legs he didn’t really care if Steve could breath or not

“You like this punishment don’t you? Eating your cum out of my pretty pink hole. Fuck you’re being such a good boy Steve.” Eddie laughed lightly in between a moan. Steve swirled his tongue over Eddie’s hole hungrily and he sucked on his rim to let all of him cum go into his mouth almost making Eddie empty. Eddie moved his hips back and forth while he stroked himself above Steve’s head. His precum decorated Steve’s forehead as he wrapped his hand tightly around his base. Eddie thrusted onto his hand letting shameless moans escape his lips when hit white substance shot out onto the bed. Steve whined when Eddie shakily got up and stopped him from continuing.

“Don’t worry baby you’ll get to do that again real soon.” Eddie said softly before he kissed Steve on the lips.

“I really hope so.” Steve snuggled up next to Eddie and they wrapped their arms around each other as their eyes got heavy