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venuslut · 9 months

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♥︎. — nanami kento x reader

♥︎. — you were always weak to his love, so when you both broke up, you thought the weakness would leave with him. but now he’s back and apparently the weakness never left.

♥︎. includes. — nsfw, hurt/somewhat comfort, poc!reader, toxic relationship, manipulation, babytrapping, oral sex(f. receiving), praise, penetration, unprotected sex.

You were weak and you knew that. By weak, you meant in the emotional and mental department, by no means were you weak in terms of strength. But that didn’t matter much when your ex-boyfriend held your front door open with his hand, stopping you from shutting it in his face. “Y/n, please, I’m here to fix things,” he said, while also holding up a bag of takeout food. You didn’t know what made you fold, the free food in front of you or the handsome blonde man who held the food. It’s best not to think too much about it lest you fall deeper into the rabbit hole of your feelings for Nanami Kento.

It was awkward when he walked into your house, the decor is a perfect reflection of you through the hints of pink, black and white with modern furniture. Even the thin and short white robe, made out of satin, that had fur on the hem of the sleeves and along the bottom, including the edge of the belt that loosely held it together had fur. A perfect contrast to your dark skin and makes you feel sexy whenever you wear it. Nanami went over to the kitchen, setting the bag down on the counter. You stood a little further away, your arms were crossed against your chest and you sported an impatient expression.

He stared at you through the green lens of his glasses while he pulled out the different containers of food. Your robe barely clung onto your body, the thin fabric allowing him to admire the light outline of your curves. It hugged your body in a way that made him miss you even more. Nanami was never the lewd type, he liked sex just as much as the next guy. But there was something about you that made him lose control. Maybe if he put as much love as he did when holding your waist in his hands and listening to your delicious moans in his actual relationship with you, then maybe he wouldn’t be in this predicament right now.

“Are you gonna just stare at me?” You questioned, breaking him out of his daze. “Or are you going to tell me how food is gonna fix things?” you raised an eyebrow in tune with your question. “I’m sorry…” Nanami muttered before painfully removing his gaze from you. Although, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the way he stared at you, but you wouldn’t tell him that. Not now. You refuse to give that man any more power over you, you’d be a fool to give him a way to convince you to get back together with him. Not after all the crying you did, not after you yelled at him to leave when he came home drunk for the fifth time that week. You worked too hard to build up the courage to end things, you can’t go back now, no matter what empty promises he was able to say to you.

Nanami sighed, tired of the tense silence and turned to you. “Babe, look—“

“No, you don’t get to call me ‘babe’ anymore, Nanami.” You corrected, cutting him off. “We broke up.” Nanami took a step towards you, and you put your hand up in a stop motion. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, it was in its usual slicked back hairstyle. You always admired how put together he looked despite killing cursed spirits for a living. But his neutral face was plagued with dark circles under his eyes, and his body slouched as if the pain of the breakup was an invisible weight that pushed down on him. A sick feeling of satisfaction that he was suffering buzzed in the back of your mind but you silenced it.

He stepped towards you again and you let him, “I don’t expect you to forgive me,” he said, you raised an eyebrow as if saying ‘really’. “But I can’t live without you, I need you Y/n,” he continued, his voice sounding desperate. It was the first time you heard him plead or beg. “—Okay? And I think we need each other.”

“Now hold on, I don’t need you.” You stepped toward him, the distance between you both slowly shrinking. “In fact, I can’t stand you,” he was silent and you think you finally got the point across that you were tired of his shit. Done with all the arguing, the ignoring, the late nights, everything. He was your weakness but you learned to get stronger, at least you think you did. The way he was looking at you now, it was a look you were all too familiar with.

There was a pause, “Is that why you’re standing in front of me right now?”

You sucked in a breath, suddenly, the tiredness in both of your bones feels as though it’s evaporating or replacing itself with pure adrenaline. The look in his eyes made all your resolve crumble, he could always make you fold without putting in much effort. “Tell me you don’t feel anything and I swear I’ll be out of your life,” he said while taking a step towards you. He was closer now and his full height towers over you and stares you down. You try to talk yourself out of it, of what you’re about to let yourself do but the need looms over your head just as it does over his and Nanami’s eager to make you his again. You know you’re gonna regret this later, but how could you say no to him? You are no liar, not in the face of your handsome and sexy ex who still had you wrapped around his finger. Weak to his existence.

Reluctantly, you turn your rational thoughts off, undoing the belt around your waist and letting the robe fall off your shoulders and to the ground. Weakly glaring up at him, “happy?” You asked. He studied your body, drinking in the provocative underwear you wore, it was convenient you decided to put on your more sexy and matching lingerie. As if you planned for his arrival, and planned that he would talk you out of your robe. But that didn’t matter now, you wouldn’t be wearing them much longer anyways. Nanami grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer to him, your chest pressed against his. “Not yet,” he murmured before capturing your lips in a heated kiss.

Nanami kisses you with the passion and fervor that has your legs becoming wobbly. Eventually, he wraps his other arm around your back, trapping you in his embrace. Your body trembled while being pressed against his body and moaned as you felt Nanami's lips against yours. For the first time in a while, you felt true passion and desire, along with the intense feeling of being wanted and loved. The feelings you felt were filled with love, sensuality and passion. You had never felt like this in a long time. Not since the beginning of the relationship, when you both were still in the honeymoon phase before it slowly fizzled out.

You responded to his kisses with the same level of ardor. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pushed yourself harder against him, your body craving to feel more and more of him. It felt so right. And you weren’t the only one feeling this way, Nanami couldn't stop kissing you. It was as though he was starving for you, desperate to make up for lost time. Every time you moaned or begged for him to kiss you harder, he would do his best to make you feel every ounce of his passion for you. He couldn't keep his hands off of you either. He started to run his fingers along your back, eventually leading up to your neck.

Your breath hitched with every movement Nanami made and every touch of his lips. You were completely taken by the moment, losing yourself in the warmth created between him. He had made you forget about the pain you felt from the past draining relationship. Every kiss, every touch from Nanami was an experience you were not going to forget. When these kisses ended, you would be a different person, one that wouldn't settle for anything less than love and passion. Even if it didn’t come from Nanami himself. Nanami eventually pulls away from the heated make out session and whispers to you. His voice was laced by lust and desire.

"I want you, Y/n. I'm sorry things got this way." You can feel his warm breath as he starts to kiss your neck and trail his lips to other sensitive spots on your neck and collar bone. When his lips sucked your neck, you began to experience a wave of emotions go through your body. This was too thrilling, too erotic, too magical. It made your body tremble with excitement. Rubbing your thighs together to create some much needed friction to appease the growing ache in your core. Despite the nagging in the back of your head, you didn't want him to stop. You let it happen, in all sincerity. You wanted more. More contact, more passion. You needed more. You felt alive in Nanami's strong grasp, your breaths becoming ragged, his kisses burning your lips. The feeling was simply indescribable.

Nanami moves your bodies to the nearby couch, forcing your body to buckle and sit on it. He doesn’t break away from you though, following close behind. He leans on the back cushion, pushing you against it with the amount of force he’s using, your form drowning under his as he deepens the kiss, devouring everything that you give to him. His knee digging into the seat beneath you, brushing against your clothed cunt, your juices already soaking through the fabric. The contact making your hips buck on his pant’s leg, you felt dizzy with desire as the roll of your hips. His free hand wanders down to trace his fingers along the sides of your body, purposely brushing against your sensitive nipples. You didn’t even notice he had unclipped your bra until it forced you to release your hold around his neck to allow him to take it off.

He placed soft kisses on your breasts, rolling the hard and sensitive nub while licking the other, to ensure neither one was neglected. When he reaches your thigh, he begins to slowly slide his hand back up, his fingers feeling the smooth texture of your inner thigh, and your legs widen to give him more access. Your face becomes flush at how close he was to your sex, internally urging him to finally touch you there. “Fuck…” you cursed between quiet moans. Nanami smiles and kisses your neck, enjoying how your body responds to him. He leans close to your ear, whispering, “I’m gonna need a little more than this to be happy.”

“Asshole,” was all you could muster up, keeping your hostile attitude despite the situation. But he only chuckled at your name calling, continuing to pepper kissing on your neck and collarbone. You looked at Nanami, your eyes wandering up and down as you took in every characteristic and detail of his physique that you could. Your heart was beating so fast that you could feel it everywhere in your body. You could barely resist Nanami's charming and seductive moves, it just felt too good and so... so right. You really are too weak to his charms.

Nanami dropped down to his knees in front of you and tugged at the waistband of your panties. “So pretty, but I’d like them better if they were off you.” And without wasting time, he snatched the expensive pair of underwear off you, stuffing it in his pocket for later use. He relentlessly holds onto your thighs to prevent you from moving, and he buries his face in the fold of your hip. You whine at Nanami's hot mouth being so close to where you want him and struggle against the grasp holding you down, your hips automatically arching up. He kisses at your lower stomach, all of the creases and stretch marks that adorn the skin.

“So pretty and perfect, I was dumb to lose you,” he murmured into your skin. Appreciating every part of your body, a body so divine that he nearly wants to shoot himself for almost losing you. “Don’t worry, darling, it won’t happen again,” he promised and maybe, just maybe, you will forgive him, welcome him back with open arms like before. Sure he missed your lustful stare, but he was in love with your happy smile that greeted him every time he came home from a hard day at work. You were silent, not responding to his promises of change, you didn’t want to hear that right now. If you thought too much about it, then you would overthink yourself into a crying fit. So instead, you chose to focus on the pleasure that coursed through your body when Nanami wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks on it teasingly, letting out a low, gratifying hum. A vibration that made you jolt and grip at his neat hair, messing it up with your hands.

You threw your head back, finally getting some kind of relief to the pain from your cunt. His warm mouth licks farther down between your folds after kissing your clit. Your eyes shut tightly and your legs wriggle in his grip as he expertly curls his tongue inside of you while licking and sucking you sloppily. Nanami releases one of your legs and you feel his fingers prod at your hole. You whine, spreading your legs further and relax into the familiar sensation. A moan escapes your lips at the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you, curling and hitting spots that your own hands couldn’t reach. Coupled with his never ending tongue-fucking, he has your back arching and a string of curses fly from your mouth.

Ever since the first time y’all got intimate, Nanami became obsessed with eating you out. Oftentimes when he came home from a stressful day, he would sit you down on any surface and just spend most of his evening in between your legs. He didn’t care for the way that after a few hours, you would be crying from overstimulation, pushing at his head to get him away, begging to be set free and that you couldn’t take it anymore. All those pleas fell on deaf ears, instead he would promise you that this was the last time, he just needed one more, can’t you be a good girl and cum for him one more time? And being weak to his sweet words of encouragement, all you could do was nod your head and sniffle as he pulled another painful orgasm from you.

He missed this, missed his rightful position between your legs, the familiar warmth your cunt emitted, your delicious moans, the burn from your harsh grip on his hair. He missed it all, and he’d be damned if it’s taken away from him again. His eyes stare up at you, admiring how undone you looked from his tongue and fingers. As he laps at your cunt like he was starving, your entire body is burning as Nanami adds a third finger in tandem with his wet tongue. You have to remind yourself to breathe because the pleasure was too much.

It isn’t long before you’re cumming inside his mouth and around his fingers, your body twitching from the intensity of the orgasm. Nanami kept your leg in place, using his elbow to keep the other one down. He fucked you through your high, thrusting his fingers lazily pumping in and out of you. The feeling of his fingers still hooked deep inside you causes you groan and to finally look down at him, saying, “Kento,” capturing his attention as his dark eyes turn to face you. God, wasn’t he a pretty sight? Kneeling between your legs, his mouth shiny with your slick (he never wasted a single drop). You also missed this. “Fuck me, please.”

If Nanami wasn’t hard before then he’s certainly hard now. The erection is almost too painful to ignore any longer. “Of course,” and you sense a hint of his own desperation. He pulls away after placing a final kiss to the inner corner of your thigh and pulls his fingers out. You whine at the emptiness and you’re filled with the need to be full of him again. He stands up from his kneeling position, “lay down,” he ordered, his voice low and firm, and it had you scurrying to lay your body flat while he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and fully took off his pants, freeing his hard cock. You gulped at the sight, his cock wasn’t long, sporting a good 5in, but he was thick and veiny with a dumbifying curve at the base. The tip was red and throbbing with pent up desire, leaking precum that trickled down his length as it stood high from erection. You wanted—no… needed it inside you. Obviously, Nanami agreed as he looks down at you with a look of pure hunger and you can only imagine the erotic picture you make for him. Completely naked and your chest rising from your heavy breaths while looking up at him with half-lid eyes and a lustful state, legs spread wide to show off your pink and swollen pussy, plus the mess of liquid that’s starting to drip out of you.

He positioned himself kneeling in between your legs, placing your legs on his shoulders. You look down and watch his cock slap against your wet cunt, sending an excited tingle through your body. He coated his cock in your juices, making sure it was nice and wet to enter you. Nanami knew you struggled to take his cock most times, and it was hard to feel bad when you looked so pretty while crying and whimpering, but he had to be kind this time. Placing his hands on your lower back, he pulls you closer and leads the tip of his cock to your entrance, pressing into it.

Once Nanami was fully inside of you, you felt like you were on the verge of passing out, the stretch and feeling of his cock so much further inside of you than any of your dildos, making your legs tremble. The air was knocked out of your lungs at the stretch. Your hand alternated between gripping the couch and holding the back of his thigh for support. Struggling to breathe, gasping slightly while you try and adjust. It didn’t help that the position he had you in forced your legs together and made your cunt more narrow, each thrust, no matter how slow you could feel every vein, every curve, every twitch of Nanami’s cock inside of you. Plus, it’s been months since you last had his cock inside you, since you last experienced the fiery sensation of being filled.

“Breathe,” you heard him. You didn’t even notice that you had stopped breathing, to hung up on how full you are. He caressed the side of your face, brushing strands of hair out of the way and his thumb traced against your bottom lip. “Breathe for me, darling, it’s okay.”

You hate it. You hated how caring he was, his sweet words as he coaxed you to regulate your breathing, how you fully wanted to take him back. But you didn’t want to hurt again, how could you be so sure that you would survive another heartbreak like last time? It was driving you crazy. Maybe… if you force him to stay somehow… force him to become better…

The blonde gave you time to adjust to his length, kneading your breasts and rolling your nipples through his fingers. This, coupled with him kissing the back of your hand, being so patient, and the way he looked at you so lovingly, solidified your final decision. He knew you were ready when you rutted your hips, mewling in need. He gave a slow experimental thrust, before starting at a slow and steady pace, not wanting to hurt you by starting off rough and fast. “Missed this,” he grunted, gripping at your waist, clearly struggling to move slowly. “Missed you…” he added, kissing your ankle.

Fed up with the slow pace, when he pulled out, you tugged his thighs and forcing him to slam hard. This action caused you both to moan loudly and the sound of your sloppy cunt has you clenching around him. He hissed in response. Not being one to ignore your obvious hints, he throws the slow pace out the window and thrusts his hips to bury himself deeper inside you, and begins a fast rhythm. The force of it winds itselfs into your stomach right alongside the coil of sick guilt and perverted pleasure. His dumbifying thrusts and the sound of sex blending it all together into a tight knot. You’re starting to wonder why you ever decided to try and give this up, and you’re grateful for Nanami holding your hips in a tight grip to brace you for his powerful ministrations. You are flushed all the way down your chest, a breathless, gasping moan punched out of you with every solid thrust.

You reach down between your bodies to rub your clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as you try to rock your hips on his cock. Trying to match his relentless pace but ultimately being overpowered. As the intensity built, Nanami's hand glided up your body, finding your neck. He used his grip as leverage, squeezing his hand around your throat. "Pretty fuckin' thing, aren't you?" Nanami grit out. "You gonna come for me?"

You released a shattered cry as he adjusted your oxygen intake, continuing to massaged your bud with two fingers. His cock was completely entrapped by your pussy walls, which squeezed and confined him while enticing him farther into your body. You were unable to verbally respond, to overcome with pleasure to form words. Not that Nanami needed to hear you, he’s fucked you good so many times that he knows the signs of your approaching orgasm. Determined to watch you come undone, Nanami’s thrust intensified, each powerful thrust bringing new waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making him lose himself entirely in this primal act of release. The sound of heavy breathing and grunts echoed throughout the room, creating an erotic symphony that echoed off the walls.

A few hazardous thrusts later, your body was spasming and contracting around Nanami's cock, your orgasm washing over you and you let out a low moan. Nanami groaned in satisfaction as he felt your tightness contract around him, milking every drop of his essence. He fucked you through your orgasm, now solely focusing on reaching his release which wasn’t far off. His hand moving down from your neck to knead your breast, gripping it in an effort to ground himself.

When he feels himself beginning to reach his limit, he tries to pull out, but is surprised when you move your legs from his shoulders and wrap them tightly around his hips. Pushing him in further and making him unable to fully pull out. "Darling, I'm, mgh… close, let me go." He groaned, halfheartedly fighting against your embrace. He wasn’t wearing a condom and couldn’t risk knocking you up, not after all the stuff he put you through and his dangerous line of work.

“You said you won’t leave me,” you breathe out, still keeping your legs locked around his hips. “So you should fuck a baby into me to prove it.” Nanami could have sworn he saw hearts in your eyes, and he didn’t know whether to be scared or turned on. “That’s—“ you cut his protests off with a heated and desperate kiss. Nanami wanted to know when you had gotten so strong, he couldn’t get out of your hold to pull out, but it’s not like he actually tried. He was so enamored with the way your walls clenched around him that maybe having a kid wasn’t so bad. He barely has the time to fully think this through before he’s cumming inside you, filling your womb with his seed. Your incoherent mumbles intensified with every pulse of his member that dragged deliciously against your insides. Panting heavily, he finally pulled out of you, leaving a trail of sweat and fluids on both your bodies.

He leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, his breathing slowly calming down. He carefully moved your tired body, flipping both of you to where his back was on the couch and you laid on his chest. The room was now quiet, save for your heavy breathes and quiet whimpers.

Nanami Kento never stood a chance at escaping the special brand of manipulation that you possessed. Especially now, eight months later, as Nanami watched the currently pregnant you rub your swollen belly while the shining diamond engagement ring sat pretty on your finger, the jujutsu sorcerer began to suspect that your selfishness was most certainly contagious. Not that either of you complained, because in the end, you were both weak for each other.

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bugs1nmybrain · 1 year

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Shoulder - Tomura x Fem!Reader ◇ Non-S3xual MDLB

Listen I've put myself in a rabbit hole. I am embarrassed and ashamed. I am so sorry. My heart tugs for this boy. It was actually very sad to write this and I teared up a little to be honest. I want to hold him so bad, even if I die at contact. I don't know if I can tag this sfw only because I know the mommy dynamic weirds people out sometimes, but there is nothing sexual in this story at all.

This isn't a sexual fic but I would prefer minors to not interact.

Warnings: non-sexual mdlb (i am so ashamed), is it problematic? I have no idea, angst, reverse comfort, Tomura cries pretty hard, panic attack, unprescribed use of anti-anxiety meds, PTSD, mommy issues, nausea and vomiting, abandonment issues/separation anxiety, season 5 blue hair Tomura era (ignoring the Gigantomachia canon), reader is probably older than Tomura, reader is resistant to Tomura's quirk because the plot requires it, reader's POV, a lot of paragraphs start with "you" and "he" I'm so sorry

He was silent when he came home, not saying a word as he entered the bedroom. You watched as he just slid his shoes off and slumped himself on the bed, with himself turned to face the wall. He didn't acknowledge you.

This was unusual for him. It wasn't out of character for Tomura to be in a bad mood, but quiet wasn't typical. Usually, he would come complaining to you with his nasal voice, moaning and whining about how much he hated something or how bad his day went. It wasn't just that his silence that was concerning you. When you looked at him, he was breathing so heavily that you could see his back expand and shoulders rise and fall. At first, his breathing was slow and heavy, but it continued to build.

You left him be for a moment, not wanting to invade his personal space. Maybe he just needed a little time to himself. But when you went back to resume the task that you were doing before, you began hearing verbal, raspy breaths that sounded as if he was suffocating. You turned around to see Tomura's shoulders shaking, and he was closed in on himself. You realized that the only hands he had on him right now were the ones on his neck. His mother's.

You didn't want to upset him more, but you couldn't just watch him like this. You slowly approached him from behind and sat on the bed next to him. You didn't want to touch him yet, worried that he'd be startled or angered by the sudden sensation.

"Tomura?"

"What?" he rasped out, still gasping on the oxygen he managed to inhale.

"What's wrong?"

He didn't respond. His shaking got worse, and his breath seized to function. You could tell because his shoulders and back were no longer moving, and he was rigidly still.

"Tomura..." you reached out to rub his back, fearing that he'd snap, but he didn't. "Tomura, you need to breathe, okay?"

You rub firm circles on his back, and then motioned up and down. He was now only allowing small exhales come out through his nose, and his shaking stopped. Now, though, his body was tight and tense. You couldn't see it, but he was beginning to sweat.

"Tomura-"

"I need a bucket."

"Huh?"

"Now! I'm gonna puke!"

You didn't hesitate and rushed out of the room to grab a mop bucket from the kitchen closet. You returned fast, Tomura was now lying on his back with his eyes closed and furrowed, hands on his stomach.

"Here."

"I-" he was huffing in between words. "I" "I can't move" "I'm gonna throw up." "If I move I'm going to puke."

"It's okay, please sit up. You'll feel better if you let it out."

It takes you tucking your hand underneath his head and helping him to sit up for him to move. The moment he sat up, he snatched the bucket and hurled it into it. The sounds of him puking made you uncomfortable, but it sounded much more painful for him. It went all out quickly, though.

He holds out the puke bucket, signaling that he's finished.

"Are you done, baby?"

His mouth formed into an uncontrolled pouty frown and he held his head down. He only motioned a nod to tell you yes.

"Okay. I'm going to go put this outside for now and come back with a water."

Tomura mumbled an "mhm" and criss crossed his legs, head still facing downwards. You took the bucket and brought it out into the alleyway outside. You'd take care of it sometime later, but not now. All you wanted to do was make sure it wasn't stinking up the house, and to get back to your boyfriend to make sure he was okay.

When you came back your heart shattered. You watched in silence as Tomura sat there with a palm holding the sides of his face, crying. His sounds were very vocal, but when he realized you were back he began concealing them. He itched himself red as he cried, as if bugs were biting him all over. Slowly returning to his side, you began to stroke his long, blue hair softly. He shakes at your touch and his cries became uncontrolled, with breathy sobs and tears falling out from underneath his hand and he scratched vigorously.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You soothe at him gently.

"I can't-I can't breathe."

He was indeed still shaking and he sounded like he was choking on air. Your glance met the hands around his neck again, and you worried that they were causing more discomfort. You reach out to cup them, a little freaked out by it initially. They were dead hands, after all. Cold and lifeless.

"Maybe you should take these off."

"I can't. I need them! They're suffocating me! I hate this! I hate it..."

"I know, baby," he sobbed harder when you said that. "But they're hurting you. Just for a while, okay? You can put them back on later, once you've had a chance to catch your breath. Is that okay, sweetheart?"

His hand lifted off his face. He still averts his gaze, but he nods with a deep sigh. "Yea."

You proceed to remove the hands. It was hard, actually. They were snug on his neck so tightly, clasped together, and very difficult to separate from each other. You made sure to put them with the others, where they would be safe.

When you sat back on the bed you continued to rub Tomura's back. His tears soaked his lap, and his face was red.

"Hey, hey, hey..."You ran your fingers on his scalp for comfort. "Come here, Tomura..."

You gestured him toward your embrace and he latched onto you. His hold was tight and needy as he tugged on the back of your shirt and rested his face on your chest. His cries drenched your shirt and you could feel his heart pumping rapidly against your body. It felt like he was on the verge of a heart attack. You couldn't bare it.

"I have some anxiety meds, do you think that would help?"

He nods into your form and you try to get up from his embrace to get the medication. As you rise he pulls on your shirt, "please come back."

"I will, I promise."

It was sad, given that the meds were only inside of a drawer close to the bed. You got out a couple of pills and grabbed the water that you had gotten him earlier. Tomura wasn't prescribed these medications, but frankly, it didn't really matter right now. It wasn't like he hadn't committed far more severe crimes. He needed to calm down, or his body was going to collapse.

You move back on the bed and hold out the medicine and drink for him. He takes both with his trembling hands as you put your hand on his tense back again. The medication goes down easy, and he sits there with the water in his hand, shaking.

"You should drink more. You're going to be dehydrated because of crying."

"I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be, I want to make sure you're taken care of."

The pout that returned on his face made your heart thump in sympathy. What was going on? You had never seen Tomura in this kind of state before. It was unlike him.

"What's wrong Tomura? Please tell me. I don't mean to be nosy, but I can tell something is hurting your feelings and I want to help if I can."

Tomura turns back to snuggle you close, holding your body as if his life depended on it.

"I don't know how to explain it. I don't understand why I'm like this right now. I just...I feel empty. I think I miss her? Like I'm grieving something I don't even know. I don't get it. I fucking HATE this so SO much!"

You didn't need clarification on who he was referring to. The hands, the needy physical touch, the balling whenever you would stroke his hair or call him "sweetheart" and "baby"...It was clear to see that there was a void within Tomura. One that he'd never be able to fill. He must have felt grief for what he didn't have, what he lost a long time ago.

"I'm sorry, babyboy. I really am."

The grip he made almost suffocated you, but it was okay. He needed this, and you wanted him to feel nurtured. Loved.

"I can't get her back. I never will. What if I lose you, too? What if you stop being resistant to my quirk? I don't want you to, I can't bear even thinking about losing you. It makes me feel sick."

"You won't lose me, I promise," there was something you weren't sure would help. You expect a negative response somehow, but you try to test the waters to see what could comfort him right now. "Mommy's not going anywhere."

If Tomura wasn't crying before, he surely was now. You were scared that you broke him, but his grip around your waist didn't loosen, and he held you so hard that you felt stuck. His tears seeped out harder as you stroked his hair with his head buried in between your warm chest.

"Does mommy love me? Have I been good for her?"

"Yes, baby. You're my good boy and you've been more than good for me. Mommy loves you with her whole entire heart, Tomura. I'll never let you go for as long as I have you."

The exchange of words was foreign and was awkward to process, but it felt natural even so. There was nothing about it that seemed sultry. It was a need for him. You were simply substituting a void for him, and you couldn't feel ashamed for being there to give him that affection and nurture that he hadn't had since murdered his family. You only knew about what he had told you, and he only knew about what his master told him. This regression was heart breaking for you to witness, but if you could comfort him, maybe it would be all better.

"I love you. I love you so much, mommy. I need you to be here. I need you to hold me."

"I will. I'll hold you all night long. You're such a perfect little boy, do you know that?"

Tomura snickers as tears escape his eyes, "Thank you."

"Of course, baby boy. You should rest, though. You've been through a lot."

"Will you sleep with me?"

"Yes. I'll be right here with you and beside you when you wake up, okay?"

"Okay."

"I love you, Tomura."

"I love you too."

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x fem reader #shigaraki angst #tenko shimura

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marksbear · 2 years

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Dom!Billy and his sub!boyfriend having sex for hours? Like it started with them making love after school but now they can't stop, just fucking hard and rough, fucking like rabbits. The bed broke a long time ago, but even that didn't stop them. Making every single possible position, stop to drink water, look at each other in silence for a couple of seconds until they kiss passionately again

I had way too many ideas for this. Might write for Billy more. I kinda made reader like Nate Jacobs but not as toxic and evil, more like a popular tall giant.

Warning! Popular reader and billy, SMUT,Bdsm, Football player reader, overstimulate, floor sex and wall sex, smoking, fangirls, manhandling, rough sex, physical like fighting but softly. Mean Billy.

Dom Billy Hargrove x Sub Male reader

You don't even remember how this sex marathon started. But now your on the floor head pressed down to the ground ass in the air while your boyfriend is brutally fucking your hole.

The both of you covered in cum and sweat plus tears but that's just you.

Let me go back and how this all happened.

During math class Billy kept looking back at you. You didn't think much until he kept looking at you from across the class and you got a little annoyed from his starring.

You turned your head back to the teacher taking notes until a paper hit the back of your head. You put the pencil down and look around to see who threw it and see your boyfriend smirking at you. You sigh and pick up the paper ball and try to open it carefully.

When you get it open you lean down to read it.

"Your place after school. I want to show you something- Love B." The paper said when you mumbled "Idiot doesn't even ask me." under your breath. You turn your body around to face Billy who already has a cocky smirk and give him a thumbs up before turning back around.

BELL RINGS TIME FOR NEXT PERIOD.

Everyone quickly packs their things and meets up with their friends walking to their next period. It always takes you a while to pack your stuff up but your boyfriend always waits for you. "Done B." Billy quickly opens the door for you as the two of you walk out. "Bills, I swear if this surprise is that were fucking-----" "N/n were gonna make love this time." Billy cuts you off whispering into your ear. You roll your eyes and continue walking Billy to class.

"This is your stop Bills." You say to him but don't get a response. You turn to face him and sigh once you see him flirting with a girl. "Bye b see you at lunch." You say under your breath. Quickly walking away to your next class and speed walking when some of your fangirls try to speak to you.

AFTER THAT PERIOD TIME FOR LUNCH.

You walk in the cafeteria later than usual looking around at all of the full tables. Usually you'll sit with the football boys. You were the captain and the boys still call you the captain even though it's basketball season now.

The table is full. More than usual. The boys girlfriends are sitting with them plus the cheerleaders with some of the basketball players there so, you didn't bother squeezing in the table.

You look around for more tables. You saw the mean girl table was kinda open but you didn't wanna hear all of the gossip. Your boyfriend was sitting at a crowded table full of girls who had a crush on him so you ignored them. Hellfire was open but for the sake of your reputation it's a kind no.

Then you spot a table only one girl sat at it and she was from your reading class. Her name was Casey... no Cindy. Whatever her name was you made your mind sitting there. Once you reached the table you sat down across from her messing with strands of your hair.

The classmate stares at you in awe and makes you feel awkward. You look up at her and ask "Uhm hey cas... I was wondering if you can do me a favor?" You prayed to God that you got her name right. She smiled and nodded. You open your wallet and hand her a five and ten dollar bill. "Can you buy me some lunch? And with the extra money you can buy yourself some." She quickly takes it and walks to the line.

She came back with two trays and hands one to you with a huge smile on her face and sits on the right of you. As you two eat and talk the whole lunch gets quiet and looking at the two of you.

"Oh my god Is that Y/n the god of Hawkins sitting with a nobody." One of the girls pipes up from Billy table causing Billy to look at his boyfriend.

Lunch ends

"Bye Casey. I had a great time talking to you. How about we do this again sometime?" You ask the smaller girl who has the biggest blush on her face and nodding her head frantically. She attacks you with a tight up to which you pat her back lightly. The pair pulls away from the hug and goes their separate ways.

You begin to walk to your next class in an empty hallway but get stopped by your boyfriend who pins you to the wall roughly. "Y/n were going home early." He takes your hand dragging you outside the school not listening to your questions and pleas to stay.

He shoves you in his car and he gets in the driving seat taking off while blasting his music. You stare at the window then look back at Billy who's shouting something but you can't hear from the music. The two of you arrive at your house and quickly get inside locking the door.

SMUT BEGINS.

"Strip baby..." Billy whispers in your ear before heading upstairs to your room. You quickly take off your clothes still by the front door and rush up the stairs almost falling.

Once you arrive in your room your eyes scan Billy naked body and his hard cock standing tall with no shame. You quickly shut the door and get on top of Billy kissing him. Billy pushes you to your back opening your legs and tugs on your cock a few times before wrapping his hand around it jerking it off at a slow pace.

You roll your hips into his hand pulling away from the kisses moaning softly running your hand through Billy's curls. Billy spits in his hands here and there jerking your cock faster getting it all wet. Billy kisses trails along your neck and collar bone before sucking and biting your nipples. You moan and scream Billy name begging for him to go faster "B-billy please sir please go--- faster Ohh Fuck! S-sir please." Billy finally does what you ask and jerks your cock faster than before squeezing it and slapping it here and there. You wrap your legs around his waist and drop your hands from his hair to his shoulders clawing them.

"Sir! Sir i'm gonna cu-mm. Can I cum sir please please please. I've been a-a good boyy..." You beg your cock twitching rapidly and pre oozing out of the sensitive tip. "Cum you whore. You fucking greedy slut already cumming from my hand." You scream in pleasure once you do finally cum. Getting on Billy's hand and some landing on your chest. Billy quickly gathers some cum off your stomach and spits into his hand and lubes up his own cock from the cum and spit. Once it was all wet he spat onto your hole a couple times before pushing himself in.

You scream in pleasure and cover your mouth with your hands moaning and screaming into it. Billy snaps his hips all the way in not even letting you catch your breath fucking you in a fast and rough pace and his hands on the head board. Most likely your neighbors can hear the horny teenage couple moans and groans. Skin slapping can be heard all through the house with the bed squeaking and shaking. Billy is calling you all sort of mean and dirty things but you don't care cause of the pleasure around you. "AhhHh--OH f-fuckk! Sir!" You scream throwing your head back when Billy goes inside of you deeper. Billy roughly slaps you across your face "Shut up you whore!" You gasp and let out a smile and laugh when he keeps slapping or even sometimes punching you but never too hard.

Then he hits your prostate and you almost went to heaven. "SiRrr!! OoooH FUCKK Billy-billy! RiGht there!" You moan out almost came right there and then. Billy smirks and gets abusing that spot in every single thrust. "CuMming!! SiR i-im cumming!" You shoot your load all over you and Billy. Not that longer Billy cums right after you. You look around seeing your head board is broken and your bed is sink down almost touching the floor. Billy picks you up from the bed and pins you to the nearest wall fucking you onto it.

This time your moans are chocked by sobs and cries. Billy biting onto your neck and shoulders. Your cock is aching in pain cum still dripping out of it. You drool onto the wall. "BILLY!! bills... Im cumming! Im g----gonna cum." You cum on to the wall painting it with your fluids. "FUCK! Take it Y/n. Take y cum like the slut you are! You're nothing but a toy to me!" Billy cums again deeply into you and lots of the cum overflows and gets on the floor.

Billy who still isn't done yet drops you to the floor quickly getting you on your knees and his hand pushed against your head fucking into your hole. You cry from the overstimulation and tears and cum hitting the floor. Your mouth is wide open but nothing is coming out. All of your drool and tears wetting your face. Billy grabs you onto your locks and lifts up your head bringing it back down to the floor harshly. You feel Billy hot cum inside of you again and you look down seeing the mess you and him made while you two were on the floor you had at least had came about three times without noticing. You feel Billy pull out of you and walk out of the room.

"N/n did I hit you too hard?" Billy walks back into the room and asks handing you a cup of water caressing your head. "No. Bills y'now you hit me worse. And that I took worse." You smile at him. After a couple of gulps of water you hand him the glass to which he takes with a thank you and drinks some before putting it on your night stand. The two of you got quiet enjoying each others presence until yall make eye contact. You two quickly get into a passionate kiss arms wrapped around each other in a tight hug. The two of you make out for a while until you pull away pushing Billy on his back and straddle his hips. "Can I ride you sir?" You ask and Billy gives you a nod.

SMUT OVER

The horny couple proceeds to fuck for the entire afternoon and night even until the next morning all over the house even in Y/n parents bedroom and at the kitchen.

Next morning Y/n wakes up in pain and sore. Y/n thinks he lost his voice. And look around to see that they even fucked in the garage. You groan and slips from under Billy's tight hold and drags him and billy to the bathroom to take him and Billy a bath.

Once the couple got all clean and the house clean Billy made him and Y/n some breakfast. "God Billy the house smells like sex." Y/n groans into his boyfriend's shoulders who's currently on his lap.

After the two get done eating they get ready for school and Billy wears your clothes. Both of you let out noticeable marks clamming each other. But no one in school ever takes the hint how both of you are taken by each other.

The two of you sit at the porch of the house chairs smoking and enjoying each other time. You turn your head when you see your neighbors staring at you and Billy. "Good morning Mrs.Goodwin and Mr Goodwin!" You shout to the middle aged couple. The couple mumble a good morning Y/n and rush back into their house. Billy lets out his cigarette and takes your hand dragging you out of the chair to the car.

THE END.

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its-in-the-woods · 4 months

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Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 7

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You

Rating/Warning: As always minor get out. So things are gonna get spicy! I would say PWP but there were six chapters of plot so do with that what you may. Biting, fingering, older man/younger women, multiple Os for Female, P in V, female receiving oral, swapping bodily fluids, marking, use of condemn, cleaning, possessiveness, hints at SA/NonCon if you squint, comfort, cuddling, all sorts of fluff! Enjoy y'all deserve this <3

Synopsis: Working in film as a make-up artist is hard enough, but then Walton Goggins requests you, well it's way too easy to fall down the rabbit hole.

Note: they are both single, all for fun.

I think I may have an ending now. Posts will continue to be 2-3k long. Every other day more than likely. The whole fic will be around 30k words.

I know you're excited about this. 😈

“You can leave the shirt off,” You say, meeting his gaze, walking forward your fingers running under the helm to lift the offending piece of material. He doesn't stop you as you pull it up over his head.

“Doesn’t seem fair really,” He smirks and grabs at your shirt, you let him take it off. The chill of the air makes your skin prickle.

If you had thought ahead you would have worn something a little spicery. But instead, you just have a simple black bra on. It doesn’t stop him from gazing down at you, eyes flowing over your skin. The heat hits you just as fast as the air does.

“Better?” You ask the courage you had before flickering as you both looked at each other.

Walton gestures over to the bed, “I grabbed you some - umm- comfortable clothes.” Looking you see a pair of grey sweatpants and a loose black shirt. Folded neatly on the end of the bed.

You grab them, your hands going to the belt of your jeans. His fingers are there, swatting yours away, undoing your belt he drags it out. Folding it flicks it at your butt. Squeaking you jump a little covering it. Your hands rubbed at the stinging flesh.

“Walton,” You gasp, as he giggles flicking you again with it. You go to grab it but he pulls it away, this results in the two of you chasing each other around the bedroom. He jumps onto the bed and rolls out of the way. You lunge at him and he scitters out from under you. Chuckling he scoots around the bed grabbing at one of your legs flipping you over and dragging you down to the edge of the bed. You stare up into his wild hazel eyes as he looks down at you, his body posed over top of yours. Heart pounding in your ears at being manhandled into position.

He moves sliding down and undoing your pants, he tugs at the bottoms nearly landing on his ass as your pants slide off of you. Throwing your head back you laugh at the absolute ridiculousness of the situation. Walton throws the pants behind him, and slides in beside you. Your face is red and you turn onto your side to look at him. He licks his lips looking at you, you can see how red he is from the little tussle you both had. Both of you are slightly disheveled by the roughhousing.

“You play dirty,” You say shifting so your feet touch his. His hand comes out to run down your arm. Following gooseflesh that makes you shiver.

“I am an outlaw sweety,” He drawls, eyes glowing in the light. “Never was much of one to play fair.”

You narrow your eyes at him, part of this is an act, but you aren’t going to let on that you know. Taking your chance you slide over and roll on top of him, your hands resting on his stomach. He is fit, his stomach flexing as you watch a grin spread across his face.

“Well Mr. Goggins,” You breathe out, wiggling your hips against his. “Two can play at this game”

He bit his lip, leaning up on his arms to watch you move in small circles. Eyes following the way you shift and little sounds escaping from your lips. Your fingers move up to undo your hair, letting it fall, your breath caught in your chest as you lock eyes with him. Leaning down to kiss him, you keep ridding that increasingly hard-line underneath you. The kisses are soft and slow, barely touching, but you feel like you’re on fire. He pulls you against his chest, his hands moving behind you to undo your bra, he takes it off tossing it behind you to land with the rest of the discarded material.

“That seems fair,” He grins, kissing down your neck, his tongue licking across your collarbone.

You keep moving enjoying the kisses and nibbles, heat pooling in your stomach making you ache. There is way too many clothes in the way considering you’re both topless. You scoot back, and Walton’s hands are on your waist. They grip into the skin, nails digging in enough to leave small indents.

“Where do you think you are going?” He growls scooting you up so that you are straddling his legs, and your hips are pressed close together.

“Was just thinking,” You let out a gasp as he sucks a mark on the top of your breast. “Damn it-” Your beath hitches, as he moves furth down and sucks at your nipple. “I want your pants off.”

He grins against you, pulling back to admire the marks he’s left. “Mmm, You look better than I imagine,”

You try unsuccessfully to wiggle down, but his large hands hold you right in place. “Did you imagine me,” You tease, “Sitting here on your lap, grinding against you. Trying to get you to take off these pants.”

He laughs, the hardy laugh that makes his head tip back and his smile wrinkling his eyes. “You are so needy aren’t you,”

Grumbling you look at him, arms crossed over your beast, glaring at him for a moment. “Judging by-” You wiggle yourself down against him, he’s rock hard and barely moving. “How hard you feel, I am not the only needy one.”

You’re on your back quicker than you realize, he is fast, pushing you against the bed as he kisses around your breasts. This man was going to be the death of you. You groan, hands roaming over his head and down his shoulders. You give in and relax, it was clear he wasn’t going to let you do what you wanted. Not that you really wanted him to stop. His mouth had found its way to your stomach, blowing cool air over the trail he made.

“You are such a tease,” You grumble, hands running across his shoulders, your hips moving up.

Leaning up on his elbows he grinned, “Am I really now?” Fingers tracing patterns over your stomach which tickles you. You squirm and he moves lower, kissing along your stomach.

“Just trying to be a gentleman,” He grins at you, fingers looping under your underwear to pull them down. You squeak as he removes them falling somewhere behind him.

You almost want to cross your legs, your body tensing at being completely bare. It had been so long, and as much as you were aching for this you also felt a wave of nerves. Gentle warm hands are placed on your hips, and Walton is looking right at you. His eyebrows raised, as he moved himself up to lay beside you.

“If you don’t want to do this,” He says quietly, and you feel so exposed and yet comfortable. “We can stop right here. It’s okay. You just say so and I will stop.”

You worry at your lip, trying to gauge exactly how you feel. No one had ever asked you before if you were comfortable or even wanted to do what was happening. At the same time, you desperately want to let this man do just about anything he wants with you. You wanted it because he was asking, taking the time to see if you were okay.

Your voice feels trapped but you shake your head, grasping for your voice. “No, I want this. I want you.” You can see him visibly relax as you fiddle with your fingers, “Also you are still in pants.”

Walton groaned and sagged off the bed, wiggling himself over to where he was before. “First, I need a snack.”

You go to sit up for a moment, expecting him to leave, but you are pleasantly surprised when he pushes your legs apart. “Oh-” Is all you get out before your whole body is arching as his fingers run across your center.

He moves his fingers down where your thigh and pussy meet, he leans in and licks up from the center flicking back and forth over your clit. You’re hands are trying to find something to grab cause that feels so good. He repeats the movement several times, each time moving slightly faster. His fingers move down, and he rubs over the entrance, over and over until you can feel wetness seeping out. You again try to move, but the stubborn asshole in between your legs won’t let you. Flustered you squeeze his head with your legs, which gets a very pleasant hum coming out of him. His face moves up to your clit and sucks it into your mouth. Hand on your hip or not, you couldn’t help but push up into his face. A finger finally slips in and you push down against it.

“If you don’t pick up the pace,” You squeak, trying somehow to get him moving, desperately needing him to do just a little more.

His lips leave you and you cry out, a mutter of curses leaving you. A second finger slips in, and you whine, his thumb moving in circles over your clit. Finally having room to move, you're pushing down onto his fingers as he meets you. His lips moving down along your thigh, he leans in and bits at the flesh. You buck up cursing as the pain and his fingers moving in and out of you almost push you over.

“F-fuck-” You squeak, “Don’t stop,”

His pace picks up the rhythm, and you are grabbing at the bedcovers as he starts to nibble again. His thumb rubbed along the side of your clit, his thick fingers spreading you open as you wriggle against him. The sounds are obscene, you couldn’t remember the last time you had been so wet. Heat building you are gasping for air, and then he bites down. Your orgasm making you buck, he kept going and you are squirming trying to get away.

“One more,” He whispers licking at the fresh mark on your thigh, and damn you didn’t know how good that was going to make you feel.

“Motherfucker,” You hiss trying to squirm away, but he has slowed down enough that you can feel it building again. Groaning you shiver, the third finger is in and oh fuck you’re full. He moves them slightly pushing in and up. That nerve bundle pulsed as he took a quick deliberate thrust into it. Trying to relax but your toes are curling as your hands are on his head, fingers gripping him as he hums against you. You are right there again making your whole body tremble. He doesn’t let up, keeping the pressure just perfect. Fingers and tongue are dragging another orgasm out of your body. Walton keeps up the pressure until you’re keening and squeezing his head with your thighs. It’s both too much and not enough, you squirm trying to get relief.

Walton finally eases up, his fingers slipping out of you. Part of you wish he’d left them there, you feel strangely empty. At the same time, you are officially jello, your whole body melted into the bed. You let out a content sigh as the man between your legs moves up. He has a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, cheeks red and lips wet. Looking like he was the one on the receiving end of coming.

“Mmm, you taste good,” He whispers leaning down to kiss you, his body slotting into yours so easily. Your hands hold his face for a moment as you kiss your own taste out of his mouth.

You let your legs lay open your hands moving down to those god-awful pants. Determined to get them off finally. You can feel him grin against you as you push them down, he stands and wiggles himself out of them. Leaning up on your arms you take him in, he may have been older than you but he was fit. Broad shoulders tapering down into a small waist, his stomach rippling as he breaths, arms defined and strong. Cock dripping as it stuck out from his center. You grab his attention with a smile, croking your finger at him. He moves and grabs a condemn out of the drawer. Grinning he moved up to you, laying himself between your legs and kissing you. Feeling him press against you makes your body shiver. Hands fumbling to get the protection down his hard cock.

Canting up your hips you feel his cock slide against your wet pussy, he groans against your mouth. So you repeat the movement, your hand moving between you, tipping your hips up. You grab his hard cock and put it into yourself. The hitching of his breath makes you grin as your pussy stretches around him. Filling you up and stretching you just enough that it almost hurts. Staying like that for a moment, eyes closed mouth slightly open as feels you flex around him. He starts to move, finally, his hips pumping into you. You moan, it’s been far too long and feels far too good. Your hands dig into his back as you start to match his pace. Lips kissing and licking down his neck, his mouth finding the top of your shoulder and biting down. Your hips stutter, but his don’t, the weird mix of pain and pleasure making your cunt throb. The pain pushes everything to the next level.

“Got to remember that,” He mumbles licking at the fresh bruise, as you squirm underneath him.

You groan and in return suck underneath his collarbone, he moans out your name. Then you are moving again, he scoots up the bed and you’re already on your knees. Wanting him back inside you, you straddle him you grind yourself along his aching cock. He curses trying to get you to help shift him inside you. But you only grin, and wiggle more hands on his chest keening as you feel the tip catch on your opening. You reach behind you, tipping your hips up and sliding back down. The angle makes you gasp as you start to ride him, the angle just perfect to hit that spot inside you. He’s already sitting up sucking and licking at your nipples. You cupped the back of his head as you both moved together. Walton’s hand is pressed between you, finding your clit and moving it in circles your breath hitches and your inner walls squeeze around him.

“Fuck,” He moans kissing you deeply, “I am right there,”

You try to keep the rhythm but your whole body vibrates and it feels so good. The way he is fucking into you, his fingers rubbing against your clit, heat threatening to spill out of you. ‘

“Oh god,” You moan, tipping your head back and eyes closed as you start to tremble, “Fuck, Walt,”

It’s all you get before he’s sucking at your collarbone, making you see stars as your orgasm is ripped out of you. Gasping and hitching as he keeps fucking into you, his hips stuttering as he follows after you. Your name on his lips as he holds you tight against him. The movements slow until you’re both just putty. Walton slowly leans you both down onto the bed. You keep your leg over his hips, feeling him still inside of you. Wiggling forward you rest your head on your arm, leaning in to kiss him. Walton moans into your mouth, hips sputtering a little as you move. Grinning you move a little bit more, and his hand grabs your hips rolling you on top of him.

“Kinky thing aren’t yah,” He grins kissing your nose, and you melt against him. His body was warm against yours, sticky with sweet kisses, a fresh patch of bruises covering over both of you.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” You grin burying your face against his neck as your cheeks light up.

His fingers run down your spine, and you shiver and snuggle against him, “Have to remember that leaving marks is a thing.” He waves his hand above you making a little check mark with a dinging sound.

You grin against his neck, leaning back to look at his cute face, “Well you’re not wrong.”

“Hold on for a second,” Walton says gently rolling you onto the bed, getting up he moves quickly to the bathroom, and you hear the toilet flush. Then running water and he is back out and you could get used to seeing him walk around naked. The man was easy on the eyes, and the way he looked at you made you wonder if you could go again.

He comes over with a towel, his hands warm carefully moving your legs to clean you, so gentle yet thrilling, someone who actually took the time to care. You lay there letting him clean you up as your brain melts out of your ears.

He tosses the offending cloth over to a basket flipping the blanket up he gestures for you to get in. You oblige and slide onto the soft sheets wiggling back to make room for him. Coming in he brings you close so you can snuggle against his side.

“So what other, umm, things are you into,” He asks hands rubbing up and down your arm.

You flush a little, you hadn’t thought about that. It wasn’t like you hadn’t had sex, sex was good, but it was often just that. A way to release and enjoy yourself. But the biting had made things completely different. Not to mention you were going to see his marks every time you got dressed. Your fingers rub along the one by your collarbone.

“I’ve never really.” You try to come up with words, “Honestly, I’ve never felt comfortable enough to explore that.”

“Hmm, well we may have to change that,” He grins kissing your forehead. The promise of another time makes you smile.

You snuggle in as he brings the blanket up over your body, you’re so comfortable that you’re out cold in a matter of moments.

Chapter eight

*nothing like cute slightly possessive sex*

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thelunarsystemwrites · 5 months

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A new burrow.

[Note: psssttt @nobodys-reblogs come get your BIB fuelll!]

"...What is that?" Horror pointed to the bunnies—Very round ones at that, snuggled warmly in Killer's jacket, as he gave the widest smile.

"Rabbits!" He exclaimed, bouncing on his heels as Dust lit up his third cigarette today, he did not have the sheer mental compatibility that was required to deal with Killer's energy.

"...Not food?" Horror followed up with as he tilted his head, and Killer shook his skull. "Nope! Not food! They look like us!" He handed Horror the bunny missing an ear, as he glanced down hungrily at it.

Then he placed Dust's bunny on top of the hooded skeleton's head... because of course he did.

"We're not keeping them." The smoker spoke with a gruff voice, and Killer pouted, his heart shaped soul seemed to dim a bit.

"Uh, yeah we are?" Killer said as his bunny was chewing on his hoodie's strings, little tail wagging as it's eye.. goop? Was getting everywhere.

Horror looked at Dust, then back at his bunny—Which was the largest of the three. "...They ain't gonna hurt anyone."

"Fuckin'..." The Dust bunny flopped it's ears over Dusts face, getting a groan from him. "...I hate you."

"I know!~" Killer spun the rabbit around. "I'm gonna go set up an enclosure for him!" He decided as he hopped, teleporting to who knows where.

"...Don't." Dust hissed out as Horror went to nibble on his rabbits ear, the rabbit in question was chewing on his arm.

After deciding he didn't want to watch Horror eat... well other Horror (are these.. from AUs of their own?) He left the two.

The Dust bunny continued to demand his attention, now pawing at his forehead as he tried to ignore it, walking towards the kitchen.

"Stop.. pawing me..." He grumbled, as it's paw hesitated, before bapping him again. He sighed.

"Goddammit..."

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BIBmare was royally freaked out. His henchmen were gone! He thought they'd retreat, but nooooo! Those... morons! They're gone!

He thumped throughout the carrot castle, one built off carrots and dirt, a burrow fit for king! As he was calling out of his bunnies as he saw BIB Cross, who was eating one of his decorative plants.

"You!" He hopped forward, "Where are the others!? They haven't returned!"

BIB cross made a nibble noise.

"...Yes, I'm aware they aren't in the castle, that is an issue!" All six of his ears flopped up and down in a panicked motion.

Another squeak from BIB Cross.

"For stars—Go look for them!" He demanded. Momentarily, BIB cross paused... before eating the dry wall instead.

"OH MY GOD!" BIBmare exclaimed. "You idiot! That is not—" He paused, hopping over and nibbling on it too.

Okay- it was pretty good.

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Okay so his Bunny has now eaten a hole in his jacket, which mildly ticked him off...But, then he remembered that, the guy probably hasn't eaten anything food related in awhile. So, snack time! Plus, he wanted to see how much damage the others rabbits had caused.

"Oh Dusty!~" Killer said in a sing song voice, pausing as he got to the kitchen.

Dust, had made a sort of... Nest? He was sleeping sitting up, wrapped in a few old blankets. While Dust bunny rested in his lap, tail wagging ever so slightly. Next to him, Horror and his rabbit were curled up, along with bits of carrots and various other vegetables scattered on the floor.

Killer smirked, his own bunny still being carried within his jacket. He walked and got into the frigde, pulling out a carrot that he let his—Who he's deemed Killey devour it.

After he was done with his little snack, his small paws kicked ever so slightly, making a whine as he wanted down.

"Awe, you even fight me me!" Killer said as he just, let go- the BIB bounced three times, until it landed on the other side of the pile. He shrugged, walking over and plopping down right next to him, letting his round friend climb atop his chest, like a weighted blanket.

Yeah, this was pretty nice.

Oh, and he's sooooo using this to blackmail Dust later, with his bunny hating bullshit.

But for now, he wanna snuggle.

#Bib #biblically inaccurate bunny #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #nightmare sans #BIBs #Bunnies #fiction writing #writing #my fic #fanfic #Fluff #Lots of fluff #This is the most fluff I've ever written

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Is Leaving Even An Option?

Joel x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Six: Running Away // Joel’s Perspective

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My Ao3

Summary: Your days have become one in the same, even with the terrifying reality of death right outside the walls of Jackson. You never thought you’d be in the situation you’ve been stuck in for seven years now, the daily abuse you endure has become an expectation. You take whatever your husband throws at you, literally and figuratively, because you’ve been trained to believe this is normal. But a new man, Joel, moves next door and happens to be friendly towards you, this causes your husband’s anger to worsen. Your mind starts a gruesome war with itself - can you leave him or do you stay until the inevitable happens?

Chapter Summary: After Joel met you, his whole life changed. Seeing all these events unfold from his perspective definitely makes the whole thing seem more real, and it somehow makes it harder for you to understand.

Word count: 6.3k

⚠️Warnings: mention of abuse from past chapters, fear of losing another loved one, quick mention of rape from past chapter (no description)

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“Please, do not call her Mrs. Rossi,” Maria pleads.

“Why not? Isn’t that her name?” Ellie chimes from the living room behind Joel’s relaxed body.

All he does is slightly turn his head to the left and squint his eyes at Ellie to tell her to shut up, and she’s quick to shrug her shoulders as he turns back to face Maria, sorry!

“Well, yes, but… Nate, her husband, is an abusive piece of shit. She’s been with him for seven years now and for some reason,” Maria sighs as she shakes her head, “the poor girl won’t leave him. So just, please, don’t call her Mrs. Rossi.”

He nods as he takes a sip of hot coffee as he turns to Ellie once again to make sure she understands, “I’m not stupid, Joel.” He just shakes his head as he still stands in the kitchen that belongs to Tommy and Maria. Why won’t she leave if it’s that bad, floats around his head so much that he can’t help but ask Maria how bad this marriage actually was, before Maria goes down the rabbit hole of it all with him and Ellie.

—

How could someone stay married to such a vile person? It just makes no sense. After only knowing him for less than a year, she married him. I mean, what was she expecting to happen? She didn’t even know who he truly was.

What’s so special about this Nate? How did it become so bad without anyone noticing? Does Nate really hold that much power over her? Shit, clearly he does if this girl won’t leave him, even after beating her so badly she had a goddamn miscarriage.

Joel’s mind can't stop thinking about you and why on earth you would still be married to Nate, it’s simply unbelievable. And with knowing your history before Jackson, it boggles his mind even more because how can this woman who was once the most badass person, now become this weak, pushover of a woman - it just doesn’t make sense.

“She should be getting out of work soon,” Maria announces to Joel and Tommy, the three of them on the porch, watching the snow continue to fall.

“So I’m gonna have her bring you guys to the empty house next to hers, and look, I’m not saying you have to date her, but she needs a change in her life. So just maybe feel it out?”

“Maria, really?” Tommy starts with a laugh but it’s quickly turned into a cough when she looks at him.

“Yes, dear, she needs something more and I really think your brother and Ellie could give that to her!”

“Okay, look,” Joel interrupts, “I’ll give her a chance but if I get any vibe that she’s not digging for more, I’m leaving it at that. I’m not looking for a project.”

Maria nods, fair enough, thank you, and Joel gives a small nod back as he turns back to the snow again, the way the lanterns light up the snow covered street gives Joel a sense of security and hope. Maybe I can have a real life again, just maybe.

—

Wow.

That’s all that Joel’s brain can even begin to fathom about as he watches you walk up to the front porch with Maria where he and Tommy are.

Your beautiful facial features are what initially pull him into you, the way your eyes and nose move with emotion as you listen to Maria and how your nose scrunches and sniffs from the cold winter air is all just icing on the cake.

You haven’t even looked at him the whole time you’ve been chatting with Maria, but he guesses that's what happens after so many years of being abused when you do look at another man - even if it's just to meet someone new or become friends.

He quickly pushes those thoughts away for another time when he hears Maria introduce him to you and then you finally look at him. Joel watches how your breath catches in your chest, and he does the same but he’s a lot better at hiding it than you are.

Joel then reaches his worn hand out to meet your soft one, making sure to not scare you, to be gentle with you. “Nice to meet you darlin’” Falls from his lips with such ease, and he doesn’t even think about it, the whole world coming to a sudden stop as Joel stares at your beauty.

Your eyes shimmer from the the orange porch light that also illuminates your well-aged face, your subtle smile on the corner of your lips, the way your hair is covered in many snowflakes as they slowly melt into it, and all of this combined has Joel wanting to know more about you and how you ended up with Nate. If this is what you looked like after almost a decade of abuse, how gorgeous could you look out of it?

“Yeah, I can definitely do that,” You say smoothly as you continue to stare at Joel. He can’t help but smirk as he says, “Thank you darlin’,” with a natural wink to hint that he is somewhat interested, “gonna go grab the kid, then we can head out.”

—

Joel watches how your body goes rigid walking past your own house and the quick glance you give the mossy colored home. He notices the light through the sheer curtains of what he can only imagine is the living room, maybe even Nate.

Passing your home the three of you reach the navy blue house with a stunning wrap around porch and a huge oak front door. Holy shit - Joel never thought this day would come again, a time where he could be free of worry about death for him and Ellie. It’s such a relief to finally feel safe for once.

His heavy feet on the cream steps causes a slight creek as he slowly walks behind you and he takes a quick glance at your ass. God damn, you fill those jeans out nicely. You take a couple more steps before you reach the huge door and put the key in, pushing the door open and sliding to the side so he and Ellie can go in.

As you turn to him and hold out your finger with the key ring on it, your soft voice rings through his ears, “Welcome home.”

“I call dibs on the shower,” Ellie then shouts as she flies past the two bodies on the porch. This girl, I swear, Joel chuckles. Now it’s just him and you out in the freezing cold weather, and he wants to get a better look at you so he takes a couple steps, ending up across from you and he leans back on the railings for support.

“Thank you, sugar,” your head picks up at the sound of his voice.

Joel notices how your body sways back and forth between both feet, your feet most likely sore, your hands behind your back causing your army green jacket to tighten, and your face showing so much interest and curiosity.

“Will I- we be seeing more of you?” He quickly changes his words, not wanting to seem too desperate. His body language becomes sheltered, one hand behind his neck and the other in his jacket pocket, and he really doesn’t want to scare you away because for the first time in decades, Joel feels like something might come out of this.

The way your body and eyes are contradicting each other with innocence and lust has Joel feeling dazed, she is gonna be the death of me. You then innocently speak, “I sure hope so.”

You’re now only inches away from him, and oh, she’s just as hooked as I am. He takes a couple slow breaths that mesh with yours oh so perfectly. How I just want to grab your face and kiss you and give you everything you deserve, his mind is flowing with all the ideas of things to do for you, how he would make you breakfast every morning, let you do what you please, and treat you with the utmost respect.

Joel’s heart and mind are fighting with each other, his heart wanting to kiss you and his mind telling him it’s way too early for anything like that, even though you have shown you’re interested.

“Goodnight, Miller.”

“Goodnight, Sugar.”

No one moves. Not you, not Joel, both him and you are stuck on the porch, only inches apart from one another. He can tell you don’t want to go home, and why would you? If the light on in the living room is any indication of Nate waiting for you to walk in, Joel knows it won’t be any good for you.

Why do you have to go there? You know you don’t want to, you know you just want to stay here. But I know you’ll never ask, and there’s no way I can ask you - it’s just, too early.

He doesn’t want to send you back over to that so-called home of yours, but if neither he or you are going to ask, he simply must let you go for the night. The exhaustion of the past couple weeks of travel and violence is finally catching up to him, all he wants is to shower and lay down - preferably with you, but he’ll take what he can get.

“Goodnight, Sugar.” He smirks.

“Goodnight, Miller.” You bite your bottom lip which grazes him gently, you tease.

—

“I’m going to bed, G’night Ellie,” Joel yells down the stairs. Night, old man, he gets back, before he shakes his head and chuckles. This teenage girl is ridiculous, but she holds a very special spot in Joel’s heart - Ellie is his other daughter, his saving grace, his purpose.

As he shuts his bedroom door for the night, he can’t stop thinking about you and what is happening next door. Why didn’t I just ask her to stay over, repeats in his mind as he stumbles over to the king size bed that’s covered with gray sheets and a comforter. He sits down with a groan, his elbows rest on his knees and his hands come up to cover his face.

The image of you standing in front of him on the porch, only a mere inch away from him is ingrained into his eyes, it simply won’t leave him alone. He pulls his hands away from his face and stands back up, and his knees pop as he does, walking towards the window that faces your home and the only sign of life is from the one light on - please be okay.

How could he just let you walk right back into the lion's den? The feeling of guilt starts to creep into his mind and heart. If anything happens to you tonight, he’s gonna feel responsible.

—

“Joel, Joel!” Ellie shouts at him and shakes him awake.

“Better be important,” he groans as he slowly sits up under the covers, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

The sound of your name falling from Ellie’s mouth shakes him, he’s immediately up from the mattress and sprints down the stairs, Ellie right on his heels blabbering about how you showed up practically naked and with bruises all over.

He’s in pure terror at the sight of you curled up and shivering on the couch, your hair drenched from the snow, your face covered in blood and your left eye bruised, god damnit. He runs over to you and sits on the coffee table that faces your trembling body, the look on your face is disheartening, he watches as you tighten your arms around your bent legs.

As his eyes make their way to yours he sees the way your expression is a scream for help. Joel can’t stand to see you like this, all he wants to do right now is storm over next door and kick the shit out of this Nate kid. Who the fuck does this to a woman you’re supposed to love and cherish?

“You’re staying here for a little bit, sugar,” He bites through his teeth, wanting to control his rage in front of you.

He watches as you finally let it all go, as you start to blabber some sort of, thank you, caught between your sobs. Joel is quick to jump up and sit next to your shaking body, instinctively pulling you into his lap and starting to rock you as you continue to cry.

I knew not to send her over there, why didn’t I just invite her in? Poor girl, she doesn’t deserve this at all, not in the slightest. God, I could just go over there and kill that son of a bitch. How has no one done anything to help her? She’s so scared and weak, how is she still alive?

About twenty minutes have gone by, and your weeping has stopped but Joel watches your face as singular tears still roll down your cheek down to your neck. Joel can’t stop wanting to know what really happened tonight, and he needs you to say something, anything. Still staring at your figure in his arms, your head laying on his chest as it rises and falls in the rhythm of his, he asks what has been on his mind.

A moment goes by of silence, which Joel was expecting and completely understood - you clearly went through something incredibly traumatic tonight, enough for you to come over to Joel’s, to this man who is practically a stranger, and that alone says something.

He observes as you lift your face to look at him and you both stare into each other's eyes. His are soft and yours are sharp - should be the other way around. Joel feels this tear in his chest at the sight of you broken down to complete helplessness. I could’ve prevented this.

You hesitantly sit yourself up, still in Joel’s lap as he softly wraps his arms around your now sturdy body, just wanting to make you feel safe and comfortable. Okay, um, you start slowly telling him what happened and Joel just listens with intent - he needs to know how you ended up looking like this.

He can’t believe what he is hearing right now, she hid in her bathroom for three fucking hours? He ripped her hair, enough for pieces to be missing, gave her a black eye and bruised her whole body, old and new ones.

What a pig, a sad pathetic waste of a human life.

You’re hysterical by this point, hands flying as your voice continues to rise as you finish your dreadful story, but there’s one more thing you tell him that causes Joel to freeze.

“And I wouldn’t have been raped either.”

It causes this static sound to ring in his ears, the tears that have been begging to flow from his eyes finally roll down his cheek and disappear into his facial hair. Neither Joel or you have broken eye contact, and his eyes can speak more than his own voice can, he’s stunned into silence. I’m gonna kill him.

The sudden feeling of your soft hand on his cheek, as your thumb wipes away the trail of wetness from his tears, brings him back to the beautiful woman sitting in his lap. This woman that he feels he can help bring back to the old her, and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

—

Another round of the four seasons come and go. Joel and Ellie have insisted that you move in with them, both of them pleased when you accepted their offer. Joel especially, who never wanted you to step foot back into the hell you came from, even if Nate wasn’t there much - he knew that it held too many memories.

Over the last couple months, Joel and you decided to have a designated game night every Friday with Ellie, Tommy, and Maria. They would bring the food and Joel would supply the game for the evening, which usually ended up being some sort of card game.

“John Travolta’s right hand… Okayyyy,” Ellie drags out as she turns her head to look at Joel with a questionable look. Of course she doesn’t know who John Travolta is, he thinks as he takes a sip of his whiskey. When he sets it down and listens to Ellie continue, he looks over to you and sees you trying to hide your smile. That beautiful smile that makes Joel feel warm and bubbly inside, like a teenager on a first date.

Well it’s gotta be hers, he laughs to himself, you definitely do not have the best poker face, especially with some wine in you. Joel finds it cute when you get all ditzy after a couple drinks, it makes him feel warm because he knows how you weren’t allowed to drink with Nate, so the fact that you do here shows just how comfortable you really are.

“Having no legs, just toes,” Ellie reads, which is followed by you and Ellie bursting into laughter, both of you hitting the table and crying from reading the silly little white card, and Joel starts to laugh at you. She’s perfect.

“That’s the winner!”

“I win!” You shout as you raise your hands in the air and wave them around, and Joel watches as you finally act how you want to, not being scared to do so, there’s that girl Maria was talking about. He’s in complete awe of you and the confidence that has grown so much in the last year - shit, even the last couple months. It’s like you’re a new person, but still the same as before, you've just adapted your older personality with your newer one.

But just imagine a T-Rex with its baby arms and instead of legs, it just has toes, comes from Ellie as she does the baby arms impersonation and the whole table starts loudly laughing. Joel can’t help but smile, Ellie can finally have her teenage years back a little bit, more normal than out beyond the walls.

The conversation has changed, and Joel ends up blocking it out because he can’t stop thinking about the sight of you feeling free. The couple glasses of whiskey have made him feel like tonight could be the night, the night that the months of small flirting can come to an end and can turn into something else, just maybe.

It’s now or never, he thinks and he carefully sets his hand on your bare thigh and gives a soft squeeze. God, I just want to devour her. His eyes glance over to you and he pays close attention to how your body reacts to his new touch, and it pleases him to see the effect he has on you.

The way your chest rises and lowers, your eyes darting to his hand and back to him, the slow smile that grows on your face, then your hand laying on top of his with a gentle squeeze back. Yes, ma’am. A minute goes by of Joel not paying any attention to Maria’s complaining, all his focus on you and only you. He observes, discreetly of course, how you are slowly unwinding, moving close to your breaking point of just going upstairs. I gotta get rid of em’.

—

“Gotta say, darlin’,” Joel says as he slides his jeans off and moves to the head of the bed, “I like you in charge.” And he honestly does, it’s such a difference from your natural attitude that this has Joel attracted to you in a whole new way.

Joel is starstruck at your appearance, the way the green flannel hangs open showing off your sexy black lace bra that fits you perfectly, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. Your movements have Joel in a trance. When you straddle him, his hands almost have a mind of their own, the way they find their spot on your ass and they start to knead your soft skin.

All he wants to do is take care of you, by any means necessary, even if that means only you get the attention and love tonight - that’s perfectly okay with him. You honestly need this more than he does, and he knows that, so all his energy goes to pleasing you and only you. Joel has no problem with not getting anything in return, all he wants is for you to feel good, and honestly, he loves that you feel comfortable enough to be the dominant one. He’s gonna let you do what you want.

He loves watching how your face contorts from the pleasure his fingers give you, the way your hips roll with the rhythm of him. The little noises that escape your mouth have him in shambles, the way your hands snag his hair and it forces him to look at you while you kiss him - he loves it all.

“Let it all go, pretty girl,” Joel coos as you ride out your orgasm that has left you speechless, breathless, he watches how your body freezes and the broken moans roll out of your mouth into his. This is exactly what Joel wanted you to experience tonight - pure ecstasy.

—

The next morning, Joel gets up early and decides he’s gonna make you breakfast, that this is gonna become the new normal for you. He wanted you to have the best treatment here that you could possibly have. He finds some pancake mix and decides, why not, alongside some fresh fruit from your garden next door that you still attend.

“Ellie, can you grab the strawberries please? I’m gonna go grab her,” Joel asks as he exits the kitchen and heads towards the stairs. I really hope she enjoys this, he thinks to himself, and he really wants you to give this a chance because he knows that he’s not the only one who feels the connection the two of you have.

He softly knocks on the door so he doesn’t startle you, but when he doesn’t receive a response, he turns the silver handle. “Darlin’?” He asks to the empty bedroom, must be in the bathroom.

“Bathroom!” You respond quickly, but there’s a hint of something in your voice, something different.

He asks if everything is okay and the way you respond has him thinking you’re scared, or that there’s something you need or want to discuss, but he decides not to push it. He knows that you have your limits, and just by your voice alone, he can tell this is one of those times, so he dismisses himself and tells you that breakfast is ready.

“Hey,” Joel says to Ellie who’s at the dining room table eating her pancakes already, “have you talked to her at all today?”

“No, she’s been upstairs all morning,” she takes a sip of her orange juice, “why?”

“Okay, um- she just seems,” he waits a beat as he sits next to her, “something seems off.”

“Well, we’ll just have to wait and see.”

Joel nods as he picks up his fork and tabs a piece of cut up pancake, and takes a bite just thinking of what possibly could be wrong. What happened?

After about five minutes, you finally come down the steps, and he can tell you’re trying to be quiet, almost mouse-like, but why? You don’t have to be scared here, you’re safe, Joel made sure you knew that and never thought any different. However, that doesn’t seem to be the case right now.

“Hi darlin’,” he chirps as you sit down across from him, “I’ll make you plate real quick.” And all you do is give a weak smile and thank you, and he’s sure that something is definitely wrong. You’re usually quick to say you can do it yourself or you just do it, and as Joel makes your plate and walks back, he looks at Ellie and she mouths, “I see what you’re talking about.”

The whole ten minutes you sit there, Joel and Ellie are trying anything to get you engaged in some sort of conversation, even if it’s stupid. But, nothing works, you just pick and pick at your plate, eating only a handful of bites. What the hell is going on?

Suddenly, you stand up and walk over to the sink but instead of setting your dishes in the sink, you just drop them next to it on the counter. “I’m heading next door to grab a couple things, and then I’m heading to the stables,” you coldly announce and continue to walk to the front door, grabbing your bow and arrow as you swing open the door and shut it behind you.

Joel’s at a loss for words - he can’t believe what he just saw. He thought the two of you had a really good time last night. Like, really good. Joel cannot recall anything negative from last night, game night went great, you two finally got past the flirting game that’s been going on - and oh, that’s it. It finally clicks, you’re not used to getting the attention during sex, sweet thing.

“What did you do, dummy?” Ellie breaks his train of thought from last night. He’s quick to turn his head back to her and just tells her, “Nothing, it all went great last night.” Ellie doesn’t need to know everything that went down between you and him, just not her business, he’ll just play it off as something else.

“Well,” she continues as she takes a bite of pancakes, “If I were you, I would head over there and try to talk to her. But y’know, that’s just me.”

Yeah yeah, Joel responds, like I wasn’t gonna do that anyways, he is almost frozen to his chair, he just can’t believe what events have unfolded right in front of his damn eyes. Why doesn’t she just talk to me?

“So, like, are you gonna go or what?” Ellie reminds him as she pushes his shoulder talking him out of the trance he was in. “Oh, shit,” he stands up, “Yeah, stay here. I’ll be back.” Joel is out the front door in a matter of seconds, heading to your old home you haven’t stepped foot in for months.

As he climbs your steps and reaches the door, he looks in the small window of the front door and he can see the lights on as well as the edge of the hallway closet door. There you are, he then brings his right hand to the door and starts to knock furiously because he has no idea what you’re doing over here, you haven’t been here in forever.

No answer.

God damnit, baby, he starts knocking again because he wants, he needs, to talk to you or at least, listen to what you have to say. Because he really cares and wants to know what is going on in that brain of yours, he wants to help you. With no answer coming from the other side of the door, Joel calls your name, followed by a weak, “I just wanna talk.”

His forehead falls to the window pane with utter defeat, why does she have to do this, she can just talk to me, she should know that by now.

After about three more rounds of knocking and calling out for you, Joel gives up, and he’s not sure what to do anymore. When you want to come back out, he will be right there to listen and hold you, he will be here for you whenever - Joel does not care how long either.

When Joel reaches the sidewalk covered in golden brown leaves, he thinks back to the last thing you said to him, I’m heading next door, then I’m going to the stables. That’s right, the stables, and Joel takes off running down Spruce St. towards them.

Joel passes Tipsy Bison and a couple guys yell out, “If you’re looking for the old lady,” that was your new nickname since people of Jackson knew you weren’t with Nate anymore, “She was talking to Vince about heading out!”

Joel stops his running and takes a couple seconds to catch his breath, “Are you serious?”

They group of men all nod their heads and Joel cannot believe what he just heard, no fucking way, she did not do that, he mumbles to himself. He says a quick thank you to the group and springs towards the stables because he really doesn't think that you left the safety of Jackson.

He notices how the padlock is still on the front doors of the barn, he quickly remembers the fenced area isn’t locked, so he runs back there and jumps over the little fence. When he goes into the stables and scans the barn for Dougie, he sees all the horses, except Dougie. No, no, no, no, he says to himself as he starts to panic.

She did not leave Jackson, no way. That’s just not possible, why would she do that? How could Vince just let her leave all by herself?

The same questions loop around in Joel’s head like a rollercoaster, and he just can’t seem to understand it all, everything seemed to be moving along smoothly last night, until this morning.

The next person to talk to was Vince. How could he let her leave alone? Bounces in his head as he leaves the stables and then hurries towards the front gate, this way he can actually see if you left or not. He scales the small fence and heads towards the big gate that lets people leave and enter Jackson.

As Joel takes a chance to catch his breath, he spots Vince as he takes the last step off the ladder to the top of the gate, there he is. Joel then yells out Vince’s name to grab his attention, as Vince notices Joel and the amount of distress he’s under, his face drops.

“What’s up, Joel?”

“Did she leave?”

As soon as the question leaves Joel’s mouth, Vince knows that something is up.

“Um, like, almost fifteen, twenty minutes ago,” Vince starts but Joel is quick to grab him by his collar and pins him up against the metal gate, causing his feet to dangle off the ground.

“And you just let her leave by herself?” Joel basically spits into this man's face.

“Sh- she told me that Tommy okay-ed it and that you were gonna be right behind her!” Vince rambles as he tries to plant his feet onto stable ground. However, Joel is so enraged that he isn’t thinking clearly, and although his conscience knows that Vince is innocent, his subconscious is not so generous.

Joel’s mind and emotions end up on autopilot. He wants to hurt anyone who he feels is responsible for you leaving Jackson. If Tommy didn’t yell out to him, Joel would surely have killed Vince right then.

Joel lets go of Vince’s collar instantly, and Tommy is quick to step between the two of them to stop whatever violence was about to unfold.

“Woah, woah,” Tommy questions as he stares at Joel, “what is going on?”

Joel can barely think, so many thoughts and questions are crowding his head, and he can’t think straight at all, not with you out there with no one. He knows you can take care of yourself, but it doesn’t hurt to have backup out there. That’s just the truth, and even Joel knows it and admits that.

—

It’s been just under a month of Joel searching for you, or any sign of you. He left Jackson that same day to find you. Joel was not going to give up on you, he knows way too much and cares too much about you, for you to just slip away without any explanation.

He has searched almost everywhere, traveling as much as a couple miles outside the radius of Jackson, but he’s had no luck. Until one day, when he finds the Motel 6 you and Tommy had talked about. Joel had a hunch that you would’ve gone somewhere familiar to you. As he searches the motel rooms, he finds about a dozen dead infected. This has got to be her.

It’s almost pitch black when he reaches the Motel, so he decides to stay in one of the rooms for the night and then pick right back up tomorrow. He doesn’t need to run into raiders or be infected this late in the night - that would just be stupid, he knows better than to do that.

Please, please, please be safe. I know you can hold your own, but please don’t be absolutely fearless. I just want to find you and help you, I just want to help you baby. He repeats to himself over and over until falls into a restless sleep.

The next morning, Joel is right back on his horse and continues East. He’s gotta run into you sometime, right? He ends up running into a group of raiders a couple miles past the Motel 6, a group of five middle-aged men who see Joel as a threat and not a friend.

However, Joel is not bitch. He takes care of the whole group without getting a single scratch or bullet wound, feeling oddly proud of himself for still being able to hold his own. But the feeling of victory is quickly washed away when Joel thinks of you, did you end up getting caught by this group, or even another one.

Joel’s mind is constantly on alert - he hasn’t had this much adrenaline running through his blood since before Jackson. It’s how he felt with Ellie; I have to protect her, she’s under my watch, I can’t just let her slip away from my grasp, she’s my reason to live.

The sun has started to set, the sky is a beautiful mixture of pink and orange, it meshes so beautifully it’s almost unbelievable. The different colors of oranges and reds sway on the trees with the wind as it softly blows, and it causes a chill to run down Joel’s spine.

“Just a little bit further, Rose,” he whispers and pats the side of his beautiful horse, knowing that he’ll have to stop some time soon since the sun is setting. Darkness is not the time to wander around in the nothings of the woods - it’s just not a smart move - but he knows that he has about an hour before the sky turns to pitch black.

She can’t be that far, right? It hasn’t been that long that she's been gone, there’s no way she would just leave Jackson like that. It’s the safest place to be in times like this, there’s no dictatorship and it’s peaceful, really peaceful. Why would she just pick up and leave like that?

About twenty minutes go by before he spots a small cabin about a couple blocks away. Please be there, he mumbles to himself. He softly kicks the side of Rose and she hurries her stride more than before, this has got to be it. Joel’s mind is racing, he’s pleading that you’re at this abandoned cabin. It would make sense, and he has a gut feeling that you wouldn’t up and leave Jackson completely.

When he gets about thirty feet away from the cabin, he sees a female with a bow and arrow pointing directly at him. The way the woman is standing he immediately knows who this is. I finally found her.

Joel jumps off Rose and starts to sprint towards you. He can’t help it, he finally found the love of his life, and he was never going to let you go ever again. He watches as you realize who you’re looking at and your bow drops to the ground, along with your arrow. She knows it’s me.

As he steps foot onto the porch and scoops you up into his arms and spins you around, a mixture of loving words spill out of his mouth.

“My pretty, sweet girl, I thought I lost you forever. What are you doing all the way out here?”

“I’m so sorry,” falls from your mouth over and over, and Joel can’t help but feel sorry for you. The fact that you felt the need to run all the way out here, all so you could simply just get away, was terrifying for Joel to think about. Because why, for the love of god, did you feel better running away than running to Joel for help?

What Joel takes away from this is that, although he knows that some things are more difficult and sensitive for you to work through, he also feels that you need to tell him about these things, instead of just running away.

Tags: @evyiione @oscarissac2099 @southernbe @pedrosfanny @orcasoul

#joel miller #joel miller x f!reader #Is Leaving Even An Option #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfic #joel miller series #joel miller imagine #joel miller au #joel miller fic #joel and reader

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sketchy-rosewitch · 1 year

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Wolves Eat Bunnies: Rusty Nail x gn!afab!reader

Warnings: dubcon, PinV, spit. (Anything else I missed)

A/N: Yesss I haven’t written Rusty in a second!

Haunted Hoedown day Seven!

Hoedown Masterlist

Previous: Moonlight Madness: Bo Sinclair x werewolf!gn!afab!reader x Vincent Sinclair

Next: Vincent x past victim!reader

“Come on Rabbit. You’re the one who wanted to play these games with me!” Rusty’s voice echos through the trees. You let out a sob but continue running through the forest trying to avoid branches and roots.

Your friends are such idiots, all of them. All they do is fuck around and you end up being blamed too when all you were was a witness, begging them to stop. Now all of them are dead somewhere out in these woods.

You dodge a tree branch and quickly turn into a clearing when you hear his footsteps catching up to you quickly. You stop and roll out of the way letting him trip and fall as he tries to catch himself.

You pray that God didn’t let your friends into heaven. Not after this. Not after you breath is running out. They put you through this goddamn hell they don’t deserve heaven.

That’s when you feel a giant hand wrap around your throat and push you into the dirt.

Your knees and hands sting and you let out a loud sob.

“Please! Please I didn’t do anything! I told them to stop I didn’t want them messing around with you or anyone! I was so pissed! Please just let me go!” You beg, your body wiggles and writhes under Rusty’s grasp. Tears soak the floor of the already damp forest.

“Can’t let you go bunny rabbit.”

“W-why?! Please! I don’t wanna die..” snot and spit come from your nose and mouth as your lips quiver.

“I ain’t killin’ ya. You’re too good for that. Just gonna take you home for me to use.” Rusty explains, your eyes almost shoot out of your head. You struggle against him further and that’s when your ass hits something hard.

“No, no no! NO PLEASE!”

He turns you around and unzips his pants. Rusty’s cock springs out and you let out a whimper.

“Please no, it’s too big! I can’t!”

“Shh. Come on don’t you wanna live? Just relax Bunny.”

You try and take multiple deep breathes. Feeling as he pulls your shorts down.

It’ll be okay, you can take it. Then you get to live and maybe running won’t be for nothing.

You watch as a giant glob of spit falls onto his cock, he jerks himself a few times, getting it nice and wet.

The tip of his cock touches your cunt and you feel as he stretches you out. Your fingers dig into the dirt as you’re split in half.

“God you’re tight.” Rusty comments as he looks over you. Your lip trembles and through the corner of your eye you see his arm move and you grip his jean jacket covered bicep with one of your hands.

“So big. Hurt.” You whimper, he notice a smirk on his lips, he takes the thumb of his other hand and wipes your drooly bottom lip then licks his thumb.

Rusty pulls out and you feel your hole gaping open, only a small bit of relief comes before he thrusts back into you, making you let out a yelp. Your eyes squeeze shut and you grip onto his jacket harder. His hips smack rapidly into yours as he grinds his cock in and out of you.

You let out repeated screams of both pleasure and pain every time he thrusts into you.

“You’re such a good Bunny. You’re all mine.” Rusty groans, you can’t help but nod and smile a bit at his cock tarting to feel so good.

“I am! Fuck! You feel good!” You cry out as you start to grind down wanting more and more of his cock. He bites down on your shoulder and you wrap your arms around his neck.

You feel like nothing yet everything as he continues to use your cunt up. Every part of you is numb. His small grunts can be heard just slightly as your moans and sobs take over the woods.

Then you feel it. His chapped lips kiss yours and you open your mouth asking for him to play with your tongue. You taste tobacco and smoke on his tongue and groan as his saliva becomes addicting so quickly.

Through your shirt he pinches your nipple and you let out a squeak, pressing into his mouth more aggressively. He lets out small grunts and bites down on your lip.

Your pussy tightens around Rusty and you let out a little squeal as you cum around his cock, bucking and squirming when he doesn’t stop fucking you.

You feel warmth flood your hole and let out a soft groan. He smiles and kisses you again.

He then swiftly lifts you up, his cock slides from your hole, he grabs your shirts and walks you back to his truck. You wrap your arms around him and and start to drift off to sleep.

#rusty nail x reader #rusty nail joyride #rusty nail #joy ride #joyride 2 #joyride #joyride 3 #hauntedhoedown

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sollattes · 1 year

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Boyfriend-gut-feeling

todoroki yosuke x reader

It was nearing midnight already, and todoroki still hadn't gotten a message from you, and it was making him feel uneasy and agitated.

Time and time again todoroki was checking his phone for your notification, he even changed the ringtone from your notification to the others so he would easily know if it from you or something irrelevant (read:fujio and the other oya dudes).

Fuck being a normal student, you were already considering to just give up and become a delinquent like your boyfriend but knowing todoroki he would really hate that, but like what the fuck man, who the hell gave calculus the right to be this hard.

You have been staring at the same problem for about 15 minutes now, trying to figure out how to solve it but there was just nothing coming into mind and not gonna lie the loud grumbling of your stomach to feed yourself was getting really distractive, maybe you should've alteast eaten a rice ball before throwing yourself into this deep-studying-rabbit-hole.

Todoroki couldn't handle the anxiety anymore and went to see you not forgetting the favourite earphones you both shared since he had this boyfriend-gut-feeling that you need to wind down properly or alteast relax a bit.

About 20 minutes more staring into the problem when you heard your phone start ringing, being too used to the silence the ringtone made you jump a bit but you immediately relaxed when you saw that it was just your boyfriend calling you, it had completely slipped off your mind to update todoroki as you both promised to update each other with just alteast a short sentence or one sentence, he was probably worried since you would normally update him from time to time but as you saw you're last update was almost yesterday since it was just a good morning that you sent to todoroki at 3:27 am.

When you answered the call, you heard nothing but your boyfriend's harsh breathing at first, "outside, it's freezing." todoroki's shuddering voice greeted you.

You hurriedly looked outside from your window, and suprise! Todoroki is there, freezing his ass off but still he looked cute, a cute tint of red painted his cheeks and nose and the lower part of his face was being covered by a scarf, hands in his jacket's pockets.

the sight of todoroki made you giggle as it was out of character of him. You were so used to seeing him in his school uniform and act all cool that you almost forgot your boyfriend had his fluffy side but seeing him outside of your house in his dinosaur pajamas with the scarf you knitted for him reminded you, very very well.

You quickly go outside to end your boyfriend's freezing misery, you immediately hugged him to atleast share some body heat with him and quickly put a hot compress on his hands since you know how easily they get cold.

You put the hot compress between your hand and todoroki's hand, then put it in your jacket pocket, then started walking with him.

"What are you doing here?" You broke the silence after a minute of walking.

"You weren't messaging me so I got worried and went to see you immediately," todoroki stopped for a bit to look down at his shoes, "and I had this boyfriend-gut-feeling that you needed me or something" he mumbled but still it was loud enough for you to hear.

It took you a second or two to realise what he had just said, and when it finally hit, you decided to tease him a bit, "your 'boyfriend-gut-feeling' got you worrying for me huh? The top gun of oya high school gang, todoroki yosuke, got his boyfriend-gut-feeling worrying for his s/o~" you realesed a shit-eating-grin towards his direction as he just continued to look down at his shoes to hide the blush that were darkening his red cheeks more.

As the two of you were just mindlessly walking in silence your stomach's hungry grumble disturbed the silence and it made you feel embarrassed then flashed a small smile towards todoroki.

"And my boyfriend-gut-feeling is right even if you made fun of it," todoroki laughed softly, "cmon I know a nearby convenient store, we can eat there since almost every restaurant near is closed", todoroki dragged you by the hand to be faster.

Arrived at the convenience store, and you excitedly went for the food section and scanned your options.

Todoroki could only watch in awe as he watched you with your bright, wide eyes picking on what yakisoba or onigiri to eat, he moved to drinks section, grabbing himself a coke and grabbing you a juice drink, then moving on to the snacks he grabbed just small ones so you won't feel too full.

After picking yours and todoroki's food, you immediately went to look for todoroki to pay. Once you found him, you both looked at each other and laughed softly on how much you knew each other so well that you didn't even have to ask the other what they wanted.

Finally seating down at a table outside the convenience store after paying, you were waiting for todoroki patiently to heat up both of your food.

Before starting to eat with todoroki, he brought out your favourite earphones that you both always shared. todoroki plugged it into his phone and played the playlist he created for you before starting to eat.

It was just a quiet meal between the two of you, just enjoying each other's presence while a 1975 song was playing in the background. Both of you steal glances of each from time to time.

Todoroki should really listen to his boyfriend-gut-feeling all the time.

#high and low #high and low fic #high and low the worst #high and low the worst cross #disgustingly fluffy #todoroki yosuke #todoroki yosuke x reader #todoroki and his boyfriend-gut-feeling #i love him sm actually 🫶🏻#Spotify

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ok i know i answered those hypothetical phivorce asks hours ago but i cant stop thinking about it. congrats anons ive decided i AM gonna jump down this rabbit hole, im gonna 100% seriously take this entire idea to its logical conclusion. this isnt even out of anger anymore i am just insane.

so, i'm gonna say dan would be the one to announce a relationship with another person. i think if phil were in a new relationship, he would not share that, whereas i think dan wouldnt be able to keep it to himself as per the nature of the yapper. are they also continuing to make content in this scenario? like on the gaming channel and as a duo? ok right off the bat, this is already an existing fanfic that was written in 2017. it's called Disturb The Universe so if you'd like to see another person's interpretation of a similar scenario, go read that LMAO. but here is essentially my own fanfic of how i personally interpret this scenario.

they continue to make content and it is the same caliber of gay that it has been since the return, but now with added knowledge that dan (and maybe phil) has a boyfriend who, presumably, doesn't want to be involved in dan's career life. OR is this a scenario in which the new bf DOES want to be involved? is he a fellow Content Creator? or maybe just a guy who wants to support his weird famous boyfriend and his weirdly close ex?

ok let's put ourselves in the mind of the new boyfriend for a second. how would you feel if you started dating this guy, whos really nice and nerdy and cute, but he just cant shut up about all his escapades with Some Other Guy? you go look up his name and find all of the work he's done and continues to do with this dude, and ok lets ignore all the written porn cuz thats just fan nonsense right, but just the sheer amount of content on this guy you went on a second date with, maybe even shagged, and the entirety of his adult life is not only publicly available but also INTENSELY tied up with another person, with whom he is still living and in fact Shares A Mortgage and even FULLY DESIGNED THE FLOORPLANS AND DECOR TOGETHER TO MATCH THEIR COMBINED TASTES AND AESTHETICS. like assuming you're not just gonna dump this guy for leading you on, what are you gonna do, just accept that you're always gonna be second place? and even if this were a scenario which you, dan's unrealistic hypothetical new boyfriend, are totally fine with not being dan's number one man, well that kind of non-monogamous relationship HAS to be something that is brought up before ANY flirting even happens. like dan's bio would need to say "polyam + partnered" or ANYTHING because otherwise dan would be a piece of shit.

ok now stop being dan's new boyfriend, and be you. you watched the twenty minute long announcement instagram reel that was apparently just a teaser for the 3 hour long youtube video that should be released at some point this decade. you'll always be a phangirl deep in your heart so a piece of you is extremely saddened by this, despite how many times in 2016 you said you would be happy for dnp even if they weren't together. but in the announcement, he made it pretty clear that he's not going to stop making content with phil. so wait, what does that mean? are they gonna post another gaming video in which the vibes are exactly the same as before? you wanna believe in your heart that dan's new bf doesn't mean that what he has with phil has suddenly changed, but (again barring this being a polyam situation, and let's say nothing about dan's announcement insinuated any ENM) that is logically not possible. so something in their content HAS to shift with this announcement. but it doesnt appear that they stopped living together, their latest video has none of their flirty antics toned down, and let's say the new bf is not a content creator and dan didn't disclose his full name and even his first name is possibly a pseudonym or so common there would be no way of tracking him down outside of straight up stalking dan, and the only public photo dan has with him has his face covered with a sticker.

so like, what would even be the point of this announcement? in terms of dan's public life, nothing would actually change, other than all of us constantly thinking of this new boyfriend in the back of our heads as we watch dnp consistently flirt with each other. i can understand where that anon is coming from, this WOULD feel like a weird betrayal. it could be a betrayal of us as fans that have enjoyed being in this little "we know you know" bubble suddenly having this sprung upon us with seemingly no benefit to us OR to dnp, a betrayal of phil who seems to be perfectly content with all of this happening but you just know can't be handling a sudden change like this all that well, especially when pertaining to his closest person in the entire world, or a betrayal of this new bae who just has to deal with the fact that dan is just constantly showing off his life-long best friend and self-admitted SOULMATE that he finds so fucking special when, even if new bf does prefer privacy, all he got in terms of public affection is an instagram reel. but again, this is all under the assumption that dan is the kind of person to do something like this, which is the point where all of this scenario is fully destroyed and this just becomes fic.

so basically, everything here falls apart because when it comes down to it, some aspect of this has to involve dan and/or phil being pieces of shit, and personally, i do not like that scenario outside of the realm of pure fiction. but i'll say it was a fun little writing exercise, unironically feel free to steal these ideas for your phivorce / phreak-up fics.

#idek how to tag this beast #myrambles #phan #phivorce #i guess...#myfic #???? this is just freeform non-prose fic #thanks anons for unintentionally spawning this nightmare

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fictional-at-heart · 3 months

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I’ll Bleed Out For You

Fandom: Billy the Kid (2022)

Characters: Billy/William H. Bonney, Charlie Bowdre, George Coe, Susan McSween, Dulcinea Del Toboso

Tags: Whump, mentions of blood, infection, fever, hurt/comfort

Summary: Billy gets shot in an ambush by the Seven Rivers Gang (I’m not good at summaries, sorryyyy)

(Well. I did it. I fell down the rabbit hole further. It’s too late for me! But if I’m being honest, this wasn’t intended to be this long🤣 It just kept COMING! And as always, you can thank my bestie for the medical accuracy😘)

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The last thing Billy and the Regulators had expected on their hunt was an ambush. Yet here they were, in the middle of a field on a bright autumn afternoon, fighting Jesse Evans and the Seven Rivers gang. It was supposed to be an easy hunt for fresh meat; things had been quiet between the Regulators and Murphy’s men for the past few weeks. So it was just Billy’s luck that Jesse and his gang had stumbled across Billy and his men as they were riding across the field.

Billy shouted orders to his men from behind the rock he had taken cover behind, trying to think of a way to get them to the nearby trees, where they could escape safely. He was the farthest away from the woods, so he figured he could lay cover fire for his men as they ran for the trees; assuming Charlie and George would agree to his plan.

(More on AO3)

Billy glanced at the trees and smiled slightly. All of the other horses had run home, but it appeared Steel had stayed. He looked to Charlie, who was closest to him, firing his gun before ducking back behind a log.

“Charlie!” Billy called, grabbing Charlie’s attention. “I want you and George to tell the others to run for those trees as soon as I tell them to. I’m gonna cover you guys as you go.”

“What about you?” Charlie asked, getting ready to fire his gun again. Billy shot up to fire two shots, one hitting one of the men in the leg. He began reloading his guns.

“Don’t worry about me. Just run for the woods and don’t look back. Got it?”

Charlie looked to George. He looked uncertain about the plan, but nodded hesitantly.

“Alright,” Charlie conceded as George relayed the plan to the other men nearby. Billy looked to Charlie and George and nodded once.

“Run!” he yelled, firing from behind the boulder to protect his men. As the others ran for the woods, Billy quickly moved to behind the log Charlie had been hiding behind, peeking around as he reloaded his gun. Several of the men were down, and Jesse appeared to be having a heated conversation with one of his men. As Billy looked to the trees, he saw that his men had made it to the woods. With Jesse arguing, now was his best chance. He grabbed his guns and sprinted for the trees. Apparently someone had noticed him running, because soon he heard gunshots as he ran. He turned around to fire quickly, then turned back and continued his sprint to the woods, feeling a pain in his side. He ran up to Steel and scrambled onto his back, grabbing the reins and spurring him into a gallop. He glanced behind him as he rode on, but Jesse didn’t seem to be following him. He slowed Steel down once he was certain he was far enough away and pulled his jacket to the side, glancing down at his torso. He grimaced at the small blood stain starting there, but it was probably just a graze; nothing he hadn’t dealt with before. As he continued on, he saw that his men had reached the end of the woods and had found their horses. They looked visibly relieved as Billy exited the trees.

“You had us a little worried for a minute,” George said, walking up to Billy as he came to a stop. Billy leaned an arm on the horn of his saddle.

“Come on, you guys musta known I wouldn’t have trouble gettin’ out of there,” he said with a smirk. George chuckled and patted Billy’s knee.

“Any gray hairs I got are from you, kid,” he said, shaking his head and heading over to his horse. Billy glanced at the others.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Worst we got is some grazes, no direct hits,” Charlie replied. “What about you?”

Billy shrugged. “Pretty much the same. I’m good.”

“You better be,” Charlie said, getting up on his horse. “I don’t know if that was brave or stupid.”

Billy smirked, turning his head to the side before looking at Charlie again.

“Got you guys out, didn’t it?”

“Can’t argue with that, Charlie!” one of the other men shouted. Charlie smiled and shrugged.

“Well, thanks Billy.”

Billy smiled and nodded. The others started heading for their camp, with Billy following behind. He straightened in his saddle and grimaced at the twinge it caused in his left side. His graze was starting to hurt as the adrenaline from the gunfight wore off, and the horse’s gait was only aggravating it more. He glanced down at it again, realizing that perhaps it wasn’t actually a graze. There wasn’t anything he could do for it now though, so he continued at a canter behind the others.

They reached the camp and dismounted their horses, heading into the stables. Billy stopped Steel at the barn door and slid off, grunting as the contact from his feet hitting the ground sent a jolt to his wound. He exhaled slowly, grabbing Steel’s reins and walking him into the barn. He led him to his stall, where he began unbuckling his saddle. The others were talking as they did the same, not noticing the change in Billy’s behavior. He lifted the saddle off of Steel with a grunt, hauling it over to its place. He set it down rather loudly, almost dropping it onto the stand. The others looked over at the sound, seeing Billy leaning against the barn wall.

“You okay, Billy?” Charlie asked, walking a little bit closer. Billy nodded, but didn’t say anything. Charlie came up to him and put a hand on Billy’s shoulder. He looked a little pale, and he was breathing heavily.

“Don’t tell me your saddle weighs that much,” George joked. Charlie looked concerned as Billy leaned his head against the wall. He pulled the side of his jacket back to reveal the bottom left of his shirt, which was darkening with blood.

“Thought it was just a graze, but…” he trailed off, closing his eyes tightly and grimacing.

“Crap, Billy!” Charlie exclaimed, looking at the wound.

“It’s probably not that bad,” Billy replied, wrapping his hand around his stomach.

“I’m gettin’ the doctor,” George said, putting his saddle back onto his horse. Billy tried to take a step forward.

“No you won’t,” he said, putting as much authority into his tone as he could muster. “It’s too dangerous; what if Jesse and the gang see you?”

“They won’t,” George replied, mounting his horse. “And anyway, Billy the Kid ain’t dyin’ on our watch. I hear the doc and his wife are partial to the Regulators.”

Billy leaned a hand against the wall, pressing his other hand against his wound.

“You don’t know that for sure,” he replied breathlessly, raising an eyebrow.

“No, but we’re pretty sure,” Charlie replied. He looked up to George. “Get going. I’m gonna get him into the house; he’s not looking good.”

Billy glared at them both, but said nothing. George left the barn, while the others went inside to get things ready. Charlie leaned under Billy’s arm to help him, but Billy pushed him away.

“I can manage,” he protested, going to take a step forward. He managed a few wobbly steps before Charlie came under his arm anyway, holding onto Billy’s non injured side to support him.

“I’m sure you can,” Charlie said as they walked out of the barn. “I’m also sure you’d’ve managed a stumble onto the barn floor as well.”

Billy huffed at his response, his head dropping forward as they came to the porch and went inside.

“We weren’t sure where you wanted ‘im,” Fred said, gesturing to the table. “We cleared that off, and the bed is all set too.”

“I ain’t… layin’ on a table,” Billy grumbled. “It’s… it’s not… that bad.”

Fred frowned at his sudden struggle to talk, glancing at the blood that was now seeping through his jacket.

“We’ll get him to the bed for now,” Charlie said, helping Billy to his bedroom. “If the doc needs him on the table, we can always knock him out.”

Billy chuckled quietly.

“You’d try, anyway,” he replied weakly, his head hanging down. Billy dropped onto the bed, closing his eyes and holding his wound with his hand.

“Let me take a look so I can see what you’re dealing with,” Charlie said, gesturing to Billy.

“Fine,” he replied, pulling his shirt up so Charlie could look at the wound.

“It’s bleeding pretty bad,” Charlie said, grabbing a cloth from the nearby desk and pressing it to the wound. Billy gritted his teeth and groaned.

“Couldn’t tell,” Billy responded sarcastically, shifting uncomfortably.

“I hope George comes back with the doctor soon,” Charlie muttered, looking uncomfortably at the cloth that was getting soaked far too quickly.

A little while later, George came through the door, followed by Dr. Johnson and Susan McSween. Charlie stood up, tossing a cloth in a bucket.

“It doesn’t look good,” he said as the doctor set his bag down. Susan walked up to Billy and knelt down, putting a hand gently on his head. His skin felt clammy and he was breathing heavily. She turned to Dr. Johnson.

“It looks like he’s lost a lot of blood,” she said as Billy shivered. “I’d like to help you, if that’s alright.”

“I don’t think… it’s that bad,” Billy muttered, opening his eyes. Charlie rolled his eyes and the doctor frowned as he glanced at the blood soaked cloths inside the bucket.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” he said, opening his bag. “Susan, I’ll need a bucket of clean water. The rest of you will have to get out of the room for now.”

Billy tried to sit up as the others left, but collapsed back onto the pillows with a groan.

“Don’t sit up,” Dr. Johnson warned, pulling a chair over and sitting down. “Just stay down while I take a look.” He unbuttoned Billy’s shirt to take a better look at the wound.

“Is the bullet still inside?”

Billy nodded, shivering. “No exit.”

Dr. Johnson frowned as Susan came in, setting the bucket down and closing the door.

“We’re going to have to do surgery,” the doctor told Susan as she came closer to the bed. Billy bit his lip to keep from whimpering as Dr. Johnson felt around the wound. Susan stroked his head, trying to soothe him. She hated to see this happen to such a young man, and hated Murphy and his men even more so for doing this to him.

“The bullet is still inside, and I’d rather not leave it there.”

Billy groaned, turning his head to the side. Susan’s hand moved to his shoulder.

“It’s alright, Billy,” she said gently, as Dr. Johnson got out his necessary equipment. “You won’t feel a thing, and I’m sure Dr. Johnson has done this many times.”

Billy nodded weakly, his eyes closed and breathing heavily. The doctor took out a jar and cloth, doused the cloth, and then handed it to Susan. He felt her smooth his hair back as she gently pressed the cloth over his mouth and nose. The slightly sweet scent of chloroform was the last thing he remembered before the voices of Susan and the doctor drifted away.

Billy woke up to hushed voices around him as he slowly opened his eyes. The room was dark, except for the light from the lamps near him. Susan was sitting in the chair next to him, talking with her husband Alexander and Charlie.

“You awake, Billy?” Charlie asked quietly.

“Guess so,” he mumbled weakly.

“How are you doing?” Susan asked, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Are you thirsty?”

Billy nodded, and she held a cup up to his lips. He drank a few sips before she pulled it away, setting it on the nightstand next to him.

“You have to take it easy for a while,” Susan told him. “You lost a lot of blood, both from the wound and the surgery. The doctor had a difficult time getting the bullet out.”

“We almost weren’t sure you were going to make it,” Alexander added, standing beside his wife with his hand on her shoulder. “But if anyone can nurse you back to health, it’s my Sue.”

She blushed as he kissed the top of her head.

“Now, dear, it’s nothing Manuela couldn’t do either.”

Charlie smiled at the mention of his wife, then turned his attention to Billy.

“We’re gonna lay low for a while with you here,” he said. “As far as we know, Murphy’s men don’t know where we are, so it should be safe.”

Billy nodded, not feeling like arguing otherwise. Besides, he felt about as bad as they said it was, so his argument wouldn’t be compelling anyway. He pulled up an arm and rubbed at his eyes, eliciting a small groan at the pain from his wound. He felt tired and cold, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Susan placed another blanket on top of him, smoothing it out before rubbing his shoulder.

“Why don’t you get some rest now,” she said softly. “I know you’re tired, and it’ll only help you heal faster.”

Billy nodded, pulling the blanket up to his neck. He drifted off, listening to the murmur of the hushed voices in the room.

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The next morning when he woke up, he definitely felt worse; his wound hurt more than last time, and he was cold and achy.

“Billy?”

He turned to the direction of the voice, a smile breaking out despite how bad he felt. He opened his eyes to see Dulcinea sitting next to him, holding a book. She set it on the nightstand and leaned forward slightly.

“Dulcinea.” He tried to sit up, but she put a hand on his arm.

“You don’t need to sit up for me, Billy,” she said, lightly stroking his arm with her thumb absentmindedly.

“What’re you doin’ here?” he asked. He wanted to reach out for her hand, but he didn’t want to assume anything and make her uncomfortable.

“George came and told me what had happened,” she said, moving her hand down to his own. “He told me that they weren’t sure you were going to make it, but that you were fine now.”

“You didn’t have to come,” Billy started. Dulcinea stopped him, looking slightly hurt.

“You do not want me here?” she asked, pulling her hand away. Billy reached for her hand again.

“No, no… I didn’t mean that,” he replied, squeezing her hand lightly. “I just… after what you said before, I wasn’t sure you’d wanna be here.”

She smiled. “Of course I do. We can still be friends, no? Are you feeling any better?”

Billy shrugged with a grimace. Dulcinea frowned and put the hand he wasn’t holding on his forehead.

“You don’t look so good,” she said as she felt his forehead. “And you feel warm.”

Billy chuckled, though regretted it when his side flared with pain.

“Aren’t I s’posed to be warm?” he joked, trying to hide the fact that he was in pain. “I’m alive, after all.”

“That’s not what I mean,” she said, standing up and heading for the door. “I’m going to get Susan.”

She called for her by the door, then came back to Billy, followed by Susan.

“He feels warm,” she told her. Susan put the back of her hand against his head.

“Does your wound hurt more than it did yesterday?” Susan asked. Billy glanced to Dulcinea, then back at Susan and nodded.

“I’d like to check it, if that’s okay.”

Billy nodded again, pulling back the blankets with a shiver.

“Does anything else feel wrong?” Susan asked as she cut at the bandages.

“I guess I’m kinda… achy. Cold, too.”

Susan furrowed her brow as she peeled the last of the bandages away to look at his wound.

“What is it?” Dulcinea asked as she glanced at Susan’s expression.

“It looks like it’s a little infected,” she said. Dulcinea covered her mouth with her hand.

“Badly?” she asked. Billy closed his eyes and grimaced as Susan gently felt around the wound.

“It’s minor, but it’s still a concern. I’m going to see the doctor,” Susan said as she grabbed clean bandages. She replaced the old bandages and left, promising to return as quickly as possible.

Billy reached for the blankets, but Dulcinea stopped him as he groaned at the effort.

“All you have to do is ask,” she said, setting the blankets on top of him. “I don’t think you should be moving much.”

“She didn’t mention that,” he said weakly. Minor infection or not, he definitely felt terrible.

“Well, I think it’s a good idea,” she said, sitting down in the chair. “Can you sleep?”

“Probably.”

She hummed in response, then stood up. She carefully got into the bed next to him, sitting against the headboard. She patted her lap, gesturing for him to put his head there. He gave her a half smile, following her instructions and biting back a groan as he shifted his position. He closed his eyes as she started stroking his head, gently pushing his hair back. He continued shivering, so she pulled the blankets up closer and shifted closer to him.

“It’ll be alright,” Billy mumbled, snuggling into her slightly. Dulcinea forced a smile, even though he couldn’t see it.

“I know,” she replied. “But I think you’re a little delirious right now.”

He drew his eyebrows together, confused, but kept his eyes closed.

“No I’m not. Jus’ tryin’ to make you feel better.”

Dulcinea laughed lightly. “Shouldn’t I be the one trying to make you feel better?” she asked. He smirked a little.

“Not necessarily.”

“Why don’t you sleep now?” Dulcinea asked, running her fingers through his hair. “You need to rest more than you need to talk.”

He briefly nodded his head, already half asleep by the time she finished speaking.

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“It doesn’t look too bad, but if he doesn’t improve before tomorrow night…”

“Is there anything we can do?”

“Put some iodine on it again tomorrow, keep it clean. Make sure the bandages stay clean. That’s about all we can do.”

Billy barely registered the voices in the room, keeping the blankets as close as he possibly could to his cold body. On top of the intensified pain in his side, it seemed he couldn’t get warm no matter how hard he tried. As he felt movement next to him, he realized someone was holding him close and stroking his head.

“It’s alright, Billy. Everything’s gonna be fine.”

He turned his head to the voice, burying his face into the soft warmth of whoever was next to him. He opened his eyes, looking up to see Dulcinea next to him; she had one arm behind his shoulders, her fingers toying with the hair on his forehead.

“Hi, Billy,” she said, smiling and looking down at him.

“Hi,” he mumbled back, leaning his head back down on her shoulder.

“The doctor just left; he said your wound is a little infected.”

“Mm.”

“It’s not too bad.” She paused, then lightened her tone a little. “The doctor said you should improve by tomorrow night.”

“Kinda heard what he said, I think,” Billy replied with a sigh.

“Oh.”

They were quiet for a moment, the only sound being Billy’s breathing.

“Does it hurt really bad?” Dulcinea asked after a moment. “Sorry, that’s probably a stupid question.”

“‘S not a stupid question,” he responded. He tilted his head back slightly, the top of his head resting against Dulcinea’s cheek. “But yeah. It does.”

He turned his head to look at her when she didn’t respond.

“Ya look worried,” he said. He brought a hand up weakly and stroked her chin with his thumb. “Don’t need ta worry ‘bout me, darlin’. I’ll be fine.”

Dulcinea smiled a bit sadly. “Why is it you keep trying to comfort me when you’re the one who’s sick and injured?”

He tilted his head, snuggling his face closer to her neck and closing his eyes.

“‘Cause I don’t like seein’ you upset,” he said tiredly. Dulcinea stroked his cheek with her thumb.

“I think maybe this is the fever talking,” she whispered, leaning her cheek against his forehead. She pulled the blanket back up over his shoulder as he shivered again. “Do you need another blanket?”

He shook his head slightly, taking a deep breath and grimacing. Dulcinea moved her other arm to his shoulders, hugging him gently.

“I’m sorry…” she told him, planting a light kiss on his head.

“Hm? What for?” he asked sleepily.

“For leaving you,” she responded, sliding her hand up to cup his cheek. “I should’ve tried harder to understand.”

“Don’t need to apologize,” he mumbled back with a shiver. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too,” she replied, pushing a strand of hair off of his face as he fell back asleep. “Me too.”

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Dulcinea watched as Susan checked the bandages a few hours later. She touched them gently and studied them for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction.

“I think they’re good for now,” she told Dulcinea, still by Billy’s side. He seemed to be sleeping soundly and she didn’t want to disturb him. “Tomorrow morning I’ll have to put iodine on it, but the bandages should be fine until then.”

She glanced at Billy. His face was flushed and his breathing was still heavier than it should be, but he was sleeping at least; his face was turned towards Dulcinea’s neck as she kept her arm around his shoulders.

“He’s still shivering,” Dulcinea stated, concern etched on her face. Susan sat down with a slight sigh.

“Probably a combination of blood loss and feverish chills,” she said, leaning her cheek on her hand. She watched Billy as he stirred slightly, but didn’t wake.

“It just makes me so angry,” she said after a moment. Dulcinea looked to her as she stroked Billy’s forehead absentmindedly. “Murphy’s men getting away with all of this, making our men out to be the bad guys! And now this. He’s so young…” she trailed off, closing her eyes and rubbing at her forehead.

“I’m trying to be hopeful, Dulcinea,” she continued. “And I don’t want to scare you, but… I’m just so worried he won’t improve.”

“I know,” Dulcinea replied, running her finger down the bridge of his nose. “But he’s a fighter.”

Susan laughed a little and stood up. “That he is. I’m going to start on dinner. You should get up and move around some, dear.”

Dulcinea nodded. “Next time he wakes up. I don’t want to disturb him.”

Susan nodded. She gave Dulcinea a smile and left the room, shutting the door. Billy stirred at the sound of the door shutting, his face moving away from her neck.

“Dulcinea?” he asked, opening his eyes sleepily.

“I’m right here, Billy,” she responded, rubbing his shoulder. “Is everything alright?”

“Fine,” he replied with an exhale. “You been here all day?”

“Yes.”

He turned his head to look at her, moving his eyes up to meet hers.

“You should move around a bit,” he told her, pulling a hand up to meet hers on his shoulder. He grabbed it and gave it a weak squeeze.

“I just don’t want to leave you alone,” she replied, moving her thumb along his knuckles. He gave her a small smile, trying to blink away the sleep from his eyes.

“Don’t think I’ll be goin’ anywhere, darlin’,” he responded, closing his eyes. Dulcinea smiled.

“I love it when you call me that.”

He opened an eye to peer at her. “What? Darlin’?”

“Yes,” she replied, leaning forward to kiss his forehead. “You still look half asleep, Billy.”

He mumbled something in response, giving her hand another squeeze again. She gently removed her arm from behind his shoulders and sat up.

“I’ll be back in a little while,” she said, grabbing his hand and placing a light kiss on his knuckles. He smiled, his eyes still closed as she smoothed the blankets back over him. “I’m gonna help Susan with dinner, and then I’ll bring some to you, alright?”

“Mhm,” he replied with a slight nod of his head.

“Just call out if you need us, especially if you’re in more pain.”

He nodded again, and she gracefully stepped off of the bed, walking over to the door. She glanced back at him and frowned. He looked so sick and weak on the bed covered in blankets, with his frequent shivering and his flushed face. She turned away and closed the door, leaving it open just enough to hear if he called. Billy the Kid was a fighter, and she hoped that he had enough in him to fight off his infection.

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Billy opened his eyes, hearing someone set something down next to him. Dulcinea sat down next to him, grabbing a bowl of stew off of the nightstand.

“Hi,” she said, giving him a smile. “Hungry?”

Billy nodded. He wasn’t sure that he really was hungry, but if it made her feel better, he’d definitely try to eat. He slowly pulled himself up with a groan, gritting his teeth through the pain. He managed to get into a sitting position and leaned against the headboard, his eyes screwed shut, breathing through the pain. He heard Dulcinea set the bowl down, and then a moment later her hands were on his shoulders, placing a blanket over them.

“Thank you,” he said, opening his eyes and accepting the bowl she offered. As he took a bite of the warm stew, she felt his forehead with her hand and frowned.

“I’m fine,” he told her after he had swallowed the food. She forced a smile.

“How’s the food?” she asked.

“Good,” he lied. He didn’t want to tell her the pain was making him a little nauseous, so while he was sure the food really did taste good, it wasn’t settling well for him. After a few more bites, he set the bowl aside. Dulcinea looked at the amount left, then back to him.

“You don’t want more?”

Billy shook his head. “Not right now.”

Dulcinea nodded, taking the bowl and setting it on the nightstand. She took a glass of water instead and handed it to him. When he had finished and gave it back to her, Charlie and Susan came into the room.

“Did you eat?” Susan asked, coming up to his side.

“Some,” he replied, pulling the blanket around his shoulders closer. “Hope it’s not an insult to your cookin’,” he added with a small smile. Susan smiled and waved her hand slightly.

“Billy, you’re injured and fighting infection. I won’t take offense to you not eating your whole plate.”

“That certainly tells us how sick you are,” Charlie added with a smile. “Usually you have at least two helpings. I’m surprised you don’t lick your plate clean, honestly.”

Billy chuckled in response. “Real funny, Charlie.”

“Do you feel any worse?” Susan inquired. Billy shrugged.

“Not worse, but not better either. Still hurts like-“ he stopped, glancing at Susan and Dulcinea. “Still hurts a lot.”

“Well, hopefully you’ll sleep well tonight,” she told him, putting her hand on his shoulder. “We’ll see if you feel any better in the morning.”

She rubbed his shoulder slightly before turning to walk away.

“I’m staying with him,” Dulcinea said, grabbing the bowl of food to take to the kitchen. “If anything happens, I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you, Dulcinea,” Susan said with a smile. “It’s nice having your help.”

The two women walked out of the room, leaving Charlie alone with Billy. Charlie stood in the room awkwardly for a moment before sitting down. Billy had his eyes closed again, leaning his head against the headboard.

“Is it worse than you’re lettin’ on?” Charlie asked after a moment.

“Hm?”

“You’re not makin’ it seem better than it is? To ease their minds?”

“No,” Billy said with a sigh. “Wouldn’t do me much good to do that, would it? Not if I wanna live, anyway.”

Charlie shrugged. “Just checking. You didn’t tell us you got shot at first, so…”

Billy opened his eyes and looked at Charlie, who clearly looked concerned. “I told you I got a graze. Wasn’t till we started ridin’ away that I realized it wasn’t a graze. Only reason I didn’t say anything was ‘cause there was nothin’ we could do at the moment; figured it’d be better to just get home.”

Charlie was quiet for a moment, then nodded his head. “Yeah. Alright, that makes sense. Sorry I assumed otherwise.”

Billy smiled and closed his eyes again. “‘S’alright, I get it. You’d be lost without me.”

Charlie laughed as he stood up. “Yeah, okay. Just don’t die on us, got it?”

“I ain’t plannin’ on dyin’ yet, Charlie,” Billy mumbled back with a smirk. Charlie shook his head with a smile.

“I think Dulcinea’s right; your fever is making you delirious.”

“Is not.”

“I’m not arguing with you,” Charlie said, heading for the door. “See you in the morning.”

“Say hi to Manuela for me.”

“Who says I’m going home?” Charlie asked, his hand on the door. Billy shrugged.

“Jus’ figured.”

Charlie laughed quietly. “Fine. I’ll mention that to her. Now get better already, alright?”

Billy lifted a hand in response as Charlie left the room. It was quiet for a few moments before Billy heard soft footsteps come in and the door close. He heard a lantern being lit, then felt the mattress dip beside him as Dulcinea settled onto the bed again, getting underneath the covers.

“Hi again,” Billy murmured, opening his eyes halfway to glance at her. Her hair was down as she sat against the bed, holding a book.

“Hi,” she responded, giving him a smile. “Is this okay?”

Billy frowned in confusion. “Is what okay?”

Dulcinea gestured to the bed. “Me staying with you.”

“Oh. Didn’t think of that.” He turned his face so he was facing her. “If it ain’t proper for you to be here, don’t feel like you have-“

“I didn’t think about that, but let’s not worry about it,” she said, cutting him off with a decisive nod. “If it doesn’t bother you, it doesn’t bother me. It’s not like you’re in the shape to do anything.”

Billy shifted down so he was lying down on his back, biting back a groan as the movement made the pain flare.

“True,” he conceded, placing his hand over his wound and grimacing. Dulcinea scooted closer to him, putting her hand on his shoulder opposite of her and grabbing her book with the other. He rested his feverish cheek against her side with an exhale and closed his eyes.

“You’d better fight this, Billy,” Dulcinea said quietly after a while. He reached his warm hand up to her hand on his shoulder and held it.

“That’s just what I plan on doin’, darlin’,” he said sleepily.

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The next morning brought some definite changes. Dulcinea opened her eyes and was startled at first to see Billy’s sleeping form next to her. The previous day’s events came back to her quickly though, and she reached a hand over to his face, sliding her hand down his cheek. He smiled in his sleep at the contact, and she was surprised to find his cheek didn’t feel hot. She moved her hand up to his forehead, pushing the dark curls back and pressing her hand against it. She smiled; he no longer felt feverishly hot, but the pleasant warmth she was used to. She lightly dragged her finger down the bridge of his nose, then placed a kiss on his forehead. He stirred, his hand finding hers and holding it.

“Mornin’,” he whispered, opening his eyes halfway and smiling. Under different circumstances, she could get used to this; waking up next to him and looking into his beautiful blue eyes that still held sleep in them.

“Good morning,” she replied, giving his hand a squeeze. “It feels like you don’t have a fever anymore. How do you feel?”

He thought for a moment. “Not quite achy anymore. Still cold, but more of a… dull cold rather than chills.” He took a deep breath. “That make sense?”

Dulcinea nodded. “I’d say the fever’s absence is helping. I’ll see if Susan is up and we can check your wound.”

He grabbed her hand as she started to get up. She glanced back down at him.

“What is it?”

He almost looked shy as he looked in her eyes, then moved his line of vision down slightly to her lips. She held back a giggle as she leaned forward and brought her lips to Billy’s, bringing a slight smile from him.

“Better?” she asked, pulling away slightly. He smiled and nodded, bringing a slight giggle from Dulcinea. “I can definitely see someone is feeling better.”

She gave him one more quick kiss before getting out of the bed and walking to the door. Billy watched her go, rubbing at his face. His side still hurt, but he was glad he didn’t feel achy and feverish anymore. Dulcinea came back a moment later with Susan, who was holding a bottle and cloth.

“Good morning, Billy,” she said, coming up beside him. “Dulcinea told me your fever is gone. You don’t feel any worse?”

“No,” Billy replied. Susan touched his forehead, then smiled.

“Oh, that’s wonderful news!” she said, sitting down. “I do still need to put iodine on it though, alright?”

Billy nodded, pulling the blankets back so Susan could access his wound. She moved his shirt up, then peeled the bandages away and studied it.

“It still looks a little bad, but it definitely has improved since yesterday.” She took the top off of the bottle and glanced at Billy. “This… isn’t going to feel good,” she warned him with an apologetic look.

He sucked in a breath as she poured the iodine onto his wound, tensing up and groaning at the sting it caused.

“Sorry,” Susan said, noticing Billy gripping the blankets with one hand, his eyes screwed shut.

“‘S’fine,” he muttered through gritted teeth. Dulcinea came beside him, rubbing his shoulder to comfort him.

“On the bright side,” Susan said as she rewrapped the wound, “as long as it keeps showing improvement, I won’t have to keep putting iodine on it.”

“That would be great,” he replied, the sting finally going away. “M’I outta the woods yet, nurse?”

She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at his nickname with a smile. “I think so, William. You still have to take it easy for a while; you still have the blood loss to deal with.”

As she stood up to leave, Billy stopped her.

“Thank you, Mrs. McSween,” he said, putting his hand on hers. “You’ve done so much for me… I can’t thank you enough.”

She smiled and patted his hand.

“You’ve done so much for Lincoln County, on top of keeping our boys as safe as you can since Tunstall’s murder,” she told him. “It’s the very least my husband and I could do for you. You’re no outlaw to me, Billy.”

Billy smiled in response, touched by her words and motherly way.

“Will you thank your husband for me too?” he asked. She nodded.

“Of course. I’m glad you’re doing better, Billy.” She smiled and headed for the door, nodding to Dulcinea. After she left the room, Dulcinea laid down on the bed, resting her head on Billy’s chest. He placed his arm around her shoulders, tracing circles on her arm with his finger.

“You had me scared for a little bit, Billy,” she told him quietly, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt. He moved his hand up to her hair.

“Told ya I wasn’t plannin’ on dyin’,” he replied, stroking the side of her head. She lifted her head, resting on her elbow to look at his face.

“You don’t need to come so close to death trying to prove your point,” she said, poking at his nose. He smirked, his hand moving to her back.

“Don’t plan on doin’ it again, darlin’,” he replied as she brought her face closer to his. She nuzzled his nose, then pressed her lips against his, her free hand cupping his cheek as he deepened the kiss. She pulled away after a moment, smiling at the almost disappointed expression on his face.

“You promise?” she asked, tracing a line down his nose with her finger.

“I can’t promise that, but I promise to try,” he replied, looking into her eyes and rubbing her back. She smiled, laying her head down on his chest again.

“That’s enough for me.”

#Susan is basically the Regulators’ mother figure- especially to Billy- and you can’t change my mind lol!#and I’m totally not saying I have Dulcinea do something in here that I wouldn’t mind doing lol!! You’ll know… she does it a few times #it’s just so unfair that Tom Blyth is so attractive😮‍💨😂#Billy the kid #william h bonney #tom blyth #dulcinea del toboso #billinea #billy x dulcinea #billy the kid fanfiction #william h bonney fanfiction #writing #fanfiction #whump #whump writing #whump fanfiction #tom blyth fanfiction #Michaiah Writes

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Chapter 7 Part 1

Ever since she was young, Karai knew what the real world was like.

She knew that no matter how many good things you do or how many people you save, the world will continue to be cruel. Age, gender, or race had nothing to do with it. The world was just cruel.

So she didn’t care about how extreme the Shredders training was. She didn’t care that they used living targets for physical exams. She didn’t care about lying to her sister about how much the bruises and scars on her body stung.

Karai knew it just didn’t matter. She knew she was selfish for lying towards someone who had been outright charitable to her, a completely strange and new girl.

So that’s why she let April get close to her. Out of greed and selfish longing. While Karai spied on Aprils closest friends and organized their abduction, the hidden warrior was leading her down a rabbit hole of lies and false emotion. There was nothing more to her actions than just creating an alibi. Right?

Then why did she openly feel things around April about the things she wouldn’t around anyone else. Except Jennika of course. Karai didn’t have a crush on her that’s for sure(it was painfully obvious that the blue turtle already covered that job). But some kind of bond was made between the red headed news girl and the silent ‘badass’(as April occasionally teased her as). That kind of trust and light heartedness was definitely like what she had with her sister.

In some ways the two were very similar. They both were very open about their emotions and passions. A gift to express opinion that Karai can only barely remember. But April probably didn’t know how to play rock songs off the top of her head or who Lita Ford was(a common topic her sister talked about when they had free time to imagine what future they may have after their father completed his plans). And Jennika probably had no clue how to write a newspaper or how to connect the dots to a giant undercover plot based on notes and a few pictures on a messy old school board.

“That’s actually kinda cool.” She had once said when April was showing some of her work.

A buzz from her phone broke Karai out of her trance as she hung on one of the pipes of a rooftop water tower above what appeared to be an abandoned factory. April had texted her saying: COME NOW BIG BREAK!!! The brisk night air and the blare of city lights begged her to stay for longer and enjoy the sight. It was the first time she had seen anything like it. Wait until I tell Jennika about this. But she had to go now if she was gonna help with the last few of the turtles. Which means back to oppressive training and no more actually getting to go out without fear of getting caught. So she wasn’t gonna miss out on her last chance to enjoy that little freedom.

Karai hooped down from the roof into a back alley before continuing to her and Aprils hangout spot on the sidewalk.

Normal cities were strange. They were much different than what she had been taught by her mentors. They were indeed chaotic but not with violence and gore decorated streets. They had a certain rhythm and style that left you in awe by the appeal. Jennika always said those old cronies were wrong. Now Karai could believe that.

Besides it’s not the rest of humanity that’s the problem it’s the mutants right? It’s not their fault that they had been tricked and manipulated. Right?

But something was strange about the mutants(other than their appearance obviously)that stuck to Karai.

They

Acted as if they were

Normal kids

Like April and Jennika. They could be cringy and emotional and sometimes even funny. They portrayed what seemed to be personalities and feelings? The thought of seeing the orange one, Mikey as they called him, in pain made Karai uncomfortable and squirm with sheer pity for hi-

NO no no. Stop. Stop that right now. Remember your training. They’re just trying to trick you. Their pitiful pain-filled heart aching faces are just an act. It’s not real. Besides even if it is-which it isn’t-it’s nothing compared to what they have done to your family. What they have done to you.

Karai huffed as she pushed those thoughts aside and walked briskly up the steps of Eastman High. Strange. Her senses seemed more heightened than usual. The smell of sweat and pen ink grew stronger than their usual stench. She was about to reach for the door until she looked down at her arm. Scales.

Kuso! Okay! Okay okay okay! Don’t panic! Remember your teachings . . . again.

Rushing to keep It at bay, Karai rushed for her bag and pulled out her elixir. Within seconds she had downed the drink and her scales slowly sunk back under her skin. Vanishing into no where. Where It belonged instead of inside of her body.

Echoes from her past rushed through her body. Her breathing was still in sharp panicked huffs and only grew shakier with the pain of her past. Noticing this Karai gripped the back of her neck and bent her head back. She attempted her breathing exercises as the fangs in her mouth shrunk away and her tongue no longer lingered of the surrounding smells.

Ochitsuke Karai. Just breath.

Finally shaking the last of It away, Karai opened the door to the school and finished her journey. By the time she made it to April’s “news room”, she took one final breath before opening the door.

Just Breathe. She doesn’t need to know. No one does.

And no one will.

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Hope y’all like this chapter. It’s not as progressive in the story than usual but at least you get a peak inside Karai’s mind. Since this wasn’t as progressive as usual I decided to leave a little Easter egg from The Strength in Weakness by @truths33k3r4 a personal favorite content creator of mine(hope you don’t mind that I did this). Sorry for not posting this sooner but it was kinda rough juggling that and art and school and family and- just everything. So I hope you like it.

Cowabunga turtle fanz!

#tmnt mutant mayhem #tales of the tmnt #tmnt #tottmnt #Difference Between the Appearance #Karai is bout to get a lot of revelations and story time

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Down The Rabbit Hole ⚝ Killian Jones x Reader (23)

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summary: Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.

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Thankfully we manage to find some poppy seeds before sundown. Well, Mulan found them and we followed. She uses her blade to carefully crush the seeds into a fine powder.

"The powder's nearly ready." Mulan doesn't look up from her task but spares a glance at us over her shoulder. I nod my head.

"How long will the effects last?" Snow asks, settling down against a tree. Emma sits down next to her and grabs her hand.

"It's difficult to say. Maybe an hour. Or much less." Mulan guesses. I give Snow a nod of confirmation.

"That sounds about right. The giant wasn't out for long." I say and she looks a little relieved.

"Well, I shouldn't need much time. So long as Henry is in there when I am." She gives Emma a small smile at the mention of Henry. I sigh heavily.

"I hope you don't mind but I'm also gonna get some rest while I can. You guys will keep watch?" I ask, feeling the strings of exhaustion threatening to pull me under. Emma gives me a small smile.

"Of course." She reassures before turning her attention to her mother. "I'll be right here. Say hi to my son for me." Mulan stands up, clenching the powder in her hand before bending down. She uncurls her fist and delicately blows the powder in Snow's face. The effects are almost immediate. Her head falls to the side and her eyes flutter until they're closed for good. I give a nod to Emma and settle back, allowing myself to truly rest for the first time since coming here.

I awake with a start, having been elbowed by Snow in her haste to get up.

"What the hell?" I sit up quickly, watching as Snow runs over to the rock Mulan had been using to make the powder.

"What happened? What are you doing?" Emma asks, an incredulous look crossing her face. Me and Emma both stand as Snow frantically looks at the rock.

"I'm looking for more powder." She sounds like she's on the verge of crying but I can't help but let out a frustrated sigh.

"Going back to sleep isn't a good idea Snow, what happened?" I ask, leaning down in hopes of getting her attention to no avail.

"No, I have to go back in. He's all alone." She says and Emma's confused face becomes just as frantic in an instance. My own brows furrow.

"Henry? Is he okay?" Emma kneels next to Snow.

"I'm sure he is, he can just...wake up." I say, putting my hand on Emma's shoulder.

"No, it's David. He went under a sleeping spell so he could see me. He thought that my kiss would wake him, but it didn't and now he's trapped." Snow shakes her head, tears threatening to fall any minute now. Thankfully, her behavior is starting to make sense now.

"Okay, slow down. David is trapped in there?" Emma sounds more shocked now than anything.

"I have to get back. There's only one way to help him." Snow ignores Emma's question, continuing her frenzied search of the rock. I look around and I feel my heart drop to my stomach whenever I see a certain warrior missing.

"Yes, yes. True loves kiss. Emma, where's Mulan?" I snap and she shoots me a confused look at my tone shift.

"We have to get back, if we don't-" Snow starts up again, a single tear falling down her cheek.

"We will." Emma wraps an arm around Snow and I squeeze her shoulder hard.

"Emma!" I snap and her head shoots up to look at my irritated face. She glares at me and goes to say something but I interrupt before she can get a breath in. "The compass! Where is it?" Her brows furrow as she stands, putting her hand in her pocket. The look of realization on her face would have been funny if it didn't make my breathing stop.

"No..." She whispers and I clench my jaw. I bend down, helping Snow off the ground before grabbing both her arms firmly.

"Shit. Snow, what did David tell you? How do we stop Cora?" I demand as softly as possible, given her state of mind.

"He said the key to stopping her is in his jail cell." She says with a nod, almost as though she's comforting herself. I let go and run.

"We need to catch up with Mulan, come on!"

It doesn't take long to catch up with Snow's tracking skills. I'm the first to spot Mulan's flashy armor not that far ahead of us.

"There!" I whisper-shout and Snow draws her bow and fires off an arrow right next to Mulan's head. She stops dead in her tracks. I draw my sword and Snow approaches with her own weapon drawn.

"That was a warning shot. Try to run and I promise the next one won't be." Snow's voice is cold as ice. Mulan slowly turns around with a frustrated look. Join the party. I think bitterly.

"How did you find me?" She asks.

"I know a thing or two about tracking." Snow doesn't back down but I lower my sword once I see Mulan put her hands in the air in surrender.

"And it's not like you were covering your tracks. Have somewhere to be?" I ask sarcastically.

"All we want is the compass." Emma reasons and Mulan looks down for a moment.

"Very well." She says and goes for her sword. Before either Emma or I can even take a step, Snow has her pinned to the ground. She has an arrow in hand, holding it flush against her throat.

"Give. Me. The. Compass." She demands through gritted teeth. I raise a surprised brow at her sudden aggression.

"And seal Aurora's fate?" Mulan doesn't flinch away from the arrow. In fact, she looks even more defiant. I have a feeling that won't bode well for us.

"We learned how to overpower Cora. Once we get what we need, we will defeat her and Aurora will be free!" Snow snaps, also not willing to bend on the matter."Another journey. Just as I predicted there would be! Our best chance to save Aurora is to make that trade now." Mulan seethes and I take a step forward.

"Mulan-" I start.

"Not gonna happen. Without that compass, we can't go home." Snow presses the arrow harder against Mulan who tilts her head up.

"Then I hope you're prepared to use that arrow." She says decisively. I can see it on Snow's face, that she's fully prepared to kill her.

"Snow. Don't." I demand but she doesn't listen. To mine and Emma's horror, Alice brings the arrow up, getting ready to strike.

"Stop!" A familiar voice calls out from in front of us. I look up to see Aurora standing there, as healthy as she was when she left.

"Uh." I say dumbly.

"Okay, don't take this the wrong way, but how the hell did you get here?" Emma's face is just a confused as my own. We all stare up at her, frozen in disbelief.

"Let Mulan go." She walks down the hill, approaching Snow and Mulan. Snow is too shocked by Aurora's sudden appearance to process anything she's saying. "I said, let her go." Snow finally does, standing up slowly.

"Were you followed?" Mulan asks with a relieved smile.

"There's no way you escaped Cora. How are you here?" I interrupt, grasping my sword a little tighter. This could quickly turn into another Lancelot situation.

"It was Hook. He let me go." Her answer shocks me and I almost drop my blade. I knew he'd be able to get off the beanstalk just fine but evading Cora? I couldn't believe it.

"Why?" Emma asks. Aurora looks at me with a soft smile.

"Because of you." She says and I feel like the breath has been sucked out of my lungs.

"Me?" I ask with furrowed brows. I look around at the others who look just as confused as I do.

"He said he wanted to prove to you that he's done working for Cora for good. That you can trust him. He said without him, you'll have to go up against her all by yourself." She pauses and looks down with a knowing smile. "He only wants to help, I...I think he may care for you." My traitorous heart skips a beat at that. I shake my head and smile a little, turning my attention to Emma.

"I told you." I say and she looks down at the ground sheepishly.

"You where right. I'm sorry." She admits with an apologetic smile.

"Did you find a way to stop Cora?" Aurora looks at us hopefully and I nod my head.

"Yes." She looks relieved, her shoulders sagging. I can't really say I blame her.

"Where are we going?" She asks.

"The Dark One's cell." I answer with a shrug of my shoulders and she nods her head.

"Lead the way."

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