#meanwhile this prick doesn’t wanna play in case he gets hurt

[hotdamnhunnam]

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Zipped & Whipped

aka Fifty Shades of Ray

Pairing: Raymond Smith x F!Reader Warnings: smut, swearing, dom!Ray, lashing you with his belt (because that’s how you wanna play) Word Count: ~1.2k Emoji Prompt: 🤐📽🔗 (key words are in bold)

“And that’s your doing?”

Ray is having trouble processing exactly what he’s viewing. Quirks his gold brows at the filth that you’ve got playing on your laptop screen. It’s quite a fucking scene: a video of one of London’s most distinguished politicians getting absolutely ruined. In a latex bodysuit with zippered openings for him to take a screwing.

This politician has a certain piece of dirt on Mickey Pearson and it’s Raymond’s job to make certain this information never gets revealed. You work for Ray and weren’t afraid to get your hands a little dirty doing business in the field.

“That dominatrix isn’t me if that’s what you’re meaning to ask,” you reassure him as the woman in the video cracks lashes down against the old man’s ass, her own face covered in a mask. You weren’t involved at all in what had come to pass; getting your hands on this most valuable footage was your one and only task.

Ray chuckles like it’s obvious—to him it is—he knows your figure well from all the times you’ve worn flattering outfits while you’re working in his office, and your shape is far more beautiful to him than this anonymous mistress.

Just as soon as the thought occurs to him it’s instantly dismissed. His attraction to you is dangerous for the business. Clears his throat and gestures at the next part of the scene that he’s afraid he really doesn’t want to witness. “And I imagine that the full fifty minutes… consist of even more incriminating filthiness?”

You smile victoriously, while trying desperately to wipe your memory of how disgusting it all was to see. “Yes indeed. With the threat of this clip, at our fingertips, we’ve got the promise of silence we need. Guaranteed that Lord Little Prick’s lips will stay zipped.”

“And his ass will stay whipped.”

For some reason the way he just said those few words… struck you so hard it hurt. You’re a little ashamed that your pussy just dripped. You’ve been crushing so hard on your boss since the day you first entered his office and tripped. Fifty Shades of Grey shit with the difference that unlike the girl who fell for Mr. Grey, you don’t have a chance in hell with your Mr. Ray.

You snap out of these thoughts that you always feel so fucking stupid to think. “And in case the hard copy is damaged or lost I’ve uploaded it to a secure site with a private link.”

Meanwhile Ray knows he ought to stop watching but can’t tear his eyes away yet as he stares at the screen with a series of blinks. “Speaking of links… it looks like Lord Little Prick has a chain kink. As well as a pain kink. A real kink for whipping and spanking.”

He does most certainly, as you know from what you’ve watched—entirely too much—but far more importantly… something about the way Ray speaks of whipping and spanking is hitting you right in your soaking wet crotch.

The tension between you is so fucking thick you could reach out and touch…

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“Tell me how much you fucking want this.”

You’re not really sure just how this happened to be fucking honest. But somehow it did. Raymond Smith has you bent over his knee right here in his office, and needless to say you are over the damn moon about it.

Tell me how much you fucking want this… Finally experiencing firsthand just how effortlessly dominant he is, you find you truly have no clue how you had ever lived without it.

Here on his knees you want to stay, forever all day every day. “Oh God please Ray… I want it more than I can say…”

Before this session on his lap got underway—amidst a flurry of intense passionate kisses, as the both of you had realized your relationship could not stay in the bounds of strictly business… you and Ray had set a safeword and discussed exactly how you want to play.

First things first: just like the lord, whose sorry ass you’d managed to record, you have a kink for spanking too—specifically Ray spanking you—and he’s already spent the past few minutes smacking your bare ass until it hurts.

For now he’s hiked upward the fabric of your skirt, to pull aside your panties and have access to your cheeks. This slutty fucking ass of yours. His every strike makes you so weak. Instructed you to count of course, but it’s a struggle just to speak, as you can hardly manage words.

Next up you need a little something more, ‘cause you’re a pain-drunk whore.

You feel him gripping at the zipper of your skirt, the fingers of his other hand toying delicately with your sensitive pussy till you almost fucking squirt. He wants you unzipped, fully stripped, when you feel each snap of his wicked leather belt against your skin as you get whipped.

Wants to make sure there’s nothing in the fucking way, when you experience the true power of fifty shades of Ray.

“This what you want?” he taunts, unfastening his belt and listening to how you moan at the metallic clink and smooth rustle as he undoes the buckle. His talented fingers still teasing at the wetness of your cunt, you feel your juices gush and drip across his knuckles. You’re so deep in ecstasy your eyes fall shut, as he unzips your skirt with a satisfied grunt, and slowly slips it down the smooth curve of your butt. “This what you fucking want, you filthy little slut?”

“Yes, sir…!” you answer as your tender skin is blessed with the first touch of Mr. Smith’s luxury leather.

So damn blessed. He’s barely started and already you’re a mess. It’s just a tease: the faintest sweeping of his belt across your cheeks as you tremble to pieces bent over his knees… begging him holy fucking fuck yes sir yes please… wholly incapable of stringing any other words together.

He’s rock hard at what he hears and what he sees. Gives your sweet ass a gentle squeeze. Gentle yet dominant—because that’s how he always is, exactly where his place is—even more so now he knows his dangerous dominance is all you fucking want. And once he’s done dishing out punishment, he cannot wait to bury his thick throbbing cock deep in the slick heat of your perfect fucking cunt.

This punishment is your reward, for the invaluable video you managed to record. Ray is so damn grateful to you, for what you were able to do. You’ve ensured silence from the lord… just as the boss ordered… and now from this day forward, in more ways than one Ray is the boss of you.

Thanks to your brilliant work in obtaining that clip, the lord’s lips will stay zipped. And now your ass is unzipped and all ready to be whipped. Ready for your own Mr. Grey—your Mr. Ray—to make a filthy fucking slut of you… to pleasure you with perfect pain in every way, exactly how you want him to.

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[schrijverr]

Love makes blind

Chapter 3 out of 4

Jonny gets headaches, when the others find out it leads to the revelation that he actually needs glasses. Through the whole process, he and Tim grow closer as xe is there for Jonny.

Getting together, slow burn.

On AO3.

Ships: Jonny d; Ville x Gunpowder Tim

Warnings: There’s a bar brawl. Tell me if I missed anything or if you want me to tag something!

A/N: Tim uses xe/xem/xyr pronouns, I myself don’t so if I mess up, I apologize and please point it out to me :)

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They had reached a planet and Jonny and Tim were looking to cause some trouble. Ashes had caught onto their plan and promptly joined them when leaving the ship.

They wandered around until they found a seedy bar where a fight would be imminent. A bit smaller than they would otherwise go for, but Brian had told them explicitly to be back on time since they weren’t planning on staying for more than a day.

The patrons gave them dirty looks when they walked in and Jonny couldn't help but grin and wave at them, before ordering a bunch of alcohol.

Tim got a table in the center of the bar and they set to working through the bottles as they waited for someone to start shit they could jump on to join, however, all were prepared to start something themselves if it took too long.

“Hey, four-eyes.” apparently they did not have to wait, Jonny thought as he looked around to see what was happening between who.

Once he was turned around the voice spoke again: “Yeah, you. Who do you think you are smug little librarian prick.”

With a shock Jonny realized the halfway to comatose man was talking to him. Just in case he pointed at himself and asked: “Me?”

“Don’t play dumb, nerd.” the man was swaying, “You think you’re so much better than us. Coming in here with your smug little face.”

“Say that again.” a mix of anger and delight at the confrontation was flowing through his veins.

“Smug little four-eyed freak.” the man said, before punching Jonny in the face.

His glasses flew off, but Jonny had a lot of practice in fighting without them, something the man hadn’t counted on when he’d singled him out, and grabbed the man by the throat and punched him in the face until he collapsed.

Tim and Ashes had gotten up as well as Jonny looked around the bar, face splattered with blood and a manic grin plastered on, he grinned: “Who’s next?”

And that was their cue to start, some senseless violence to get the blood pumping.

In the end they had to resort to running to Aurora with law enforcement on their heels as they laughed while the fire spread through the city.

Tims hands clutched two halves of a pair of glasses. Xe had managed to pick them up before they had to flee and although they were broken, xe still held on tight to them.

Back on Aurora Tim handed them to Jonny as xe said: “They’re a bit broken, but they’re fixable, nothing a little tape won’t help until we can get them to Raph or Nastya.”

Jonny looked at the two halves of his glasses, before he turned to Tim with a broken look on his face as he stated: “That man was mad at me for wearing glasses. Why? What is so bad about wearing glasses, there is so much to say about me, but he picked that?”

Tim looked to Ashes for support, but it seemed they had walked on without them. Xe sighed sadly and told Jonny: “I don’t know, Jonny.”

“I don’t wanna wear em anymore. It’s stupid, I deserve to be beaten up for different things.” Jonny stated and dropped the halves, before stomping off.

Xe picked up the glasses again and sighed to himself, there was way too much to unpack there, even if it had just been badly selected phrasing on Jonnys part.

Still, xe took the glasses to xyr room and gently taped them together, before leaving them at Jonnys door, when the other wouldn't let xem in.

No one saw Jonny for a week after that and the glasses remained outside his door. Tim had told the others what had happened when he’d failed to show up for dinner for the third day in a row. Afterwards xe had caught multiple members of the crew outside his door trying to reason with him about the glasses, no success so far.

Then, suddenly, Tim got woken up in the middle on the night by someone knocking at xyr door, xe groaned and called out: “Yes?”

“Can I come in?” it was Jonny, he sounded tired and hurt.

Immediately Tim was out xyr bed and at the door, sliding it open with a bang. Jonny flinched at the sound as Tim asked: “Are you okay? What’s going on?”

The taped together glasses were perched on his nose, but he had his eyes closed as he miserably said: “The headaches came back.” he was near tears, “I thought I could go without them, but I wasn’t strong enough.”

“Oh, poor thing.” Tim sighed, leading Jonny to xyr bed as xe said: “There is no strength connected to this, you can’t help it, you were good enough.”

Jonny shivered beneath xem at the words and allowed himself to be tucked into Tims bed.

“Did you drink enough?” Tim asked.

He shook his head and admitted: “I didn’t want to leave my room and drinking straight from the tab is too much work.”

“Then I’ll get you a glass.” Tim told him gently.

“You’re leaving me?” he asked, still not opening his eyes, but fear in his voice.

“No, I have a glass in my bathroom, I’ll be back in a moment. Here get comfortable.” xe got the glasses of his face and petted the top of his head for a second.

When xe returned with the glass of water, Jonny was softly swaying back and forth with his eyes closed as he hummed under his breath and fiddled with the blanket.

He startled slightly when the bed dipped under Tims weight, but he relaxed when xe said: “It’s just me. Here, hold out your hand and I’ll give you the water.”

Jonny took it gratefully and started to drink, only slowing down when Tim warned: “Small sips, calm down, dear.”

Again a pet name, Tim wanted to call Jonny them so badly, but xe couldn't, still somehow they managed to slip out at the worst times and xe was always too late to stop them from tumbling out of xyr mouth.

However it didn’t seem like Jonny had noticed as xe took the glass out of Jonnys hands and set it down on the bedside table, before crawling up the bed. Xe asked: “You want to talk about it or just lie here for now? Should I do the same as last time then?”

“Would you mind just- yeah, doing the same?” Jonny sounded small and unsure.

Despite knowing Jonny couldn't see xem, xe smiled anyway: “Of course. Just lie down.”

Jonny sagged against the pillow and Tim carefully laid down on top of him, not believing how much Jonny must trust xem, to keep his eyes closed the entire time and to let Tim take the lead to take care of him.

Xe vowed to never break Jonnys trust as xe got comfortable on his chest, pushing xyr hands under Jonnys shoulder blades as xe waited for Jonny to drop off to dreamland, something xe didn’t have to wait long for.

The next morning xe was awoken again, this time by hands carding through xyr hair and soft vibrations under xyr head as soft melodies drifted through the air. Xe sighed and burrowed into the warm chest as xe mumbled: “Five more minutes.”

Someone chuckled, Jonny, xyr mind registered, which was confirmed when the familiar voice said: “Didn’t mean to wake you up, you can go back to sleep.”

The offer was very tempting, but Tim knew xe was lying on top of Jonny cuddling him and it would probably be weird and less than platonic to go back to sleep while knowing that, so xe rolled off Jonny and said: “No, I’m awake, held you captive long enough under me, sorry for that, by the way, you’re allowed to push me off, you know.”

Jonny shrugged: “Didn’t want to, you seemed too peaceful to wake up and it was the least I could do after barging into your room in the middle of the night.”

The events flooded back and Tim cracked open one eye and asked: “You okay? Want to talk about it now?”

“I rather not talk about it, but I’m fine.” he leaned over Tim and gently slapped the nightstand in search of his glasses, putting them back on his face he sighed: “Better get these fixed, seems like I’m stuck wearing them forever.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it I could take them to Raphaella to get them fixed.” Tim offered, an idea forming in xyr mind.

Jonny smiled at xem, glasses crooked on his face, before he said: “That’s sweet, but I’m taking them to Nastya, haven’t seen her in a while and she likes yelling at me for being stupid.”

“As long as you’re sure.” Tim checked in one last time.

“I am.” Jonny said, “Really I’m fine, just hated that and then with the headache it only amplified the badness.” his voice got soft, “Thank you, for letting me stay here again.”

“It’s what friends do.” Tim told him, wishing they were so much more than that.

Meanwhile Jonny nodded, yes, friends, they were just friends. It didn’t matter that Jonny was trying to spend all his time with Tim and get xyrs attention constantly, that xe was the only person beside Nastya he trusted enough to turn to for comfort.

“I’ll get going then, maybe you can fall asleep again.” he told Tim, wishing he could lie down next to xem and curl up in xyr arms again without him being weird, to soothe the ache in his heart that he felt whenever he looked at Tim knowing xe wasn’t his.

Tim waited until Jonnys footsteps had faded, before xe rolled out of bed and got ready to face the day. Xe’d gotten an idea and with Jonny at Nastyas, this was the perfect time.

Xe set off towards Raphaella sneaking into Jonnys room beforehand to snatch up the pair of goggles that lay on the sink next to some of Jonnys make up and other knickknacks.

Once xe had explained xyr idea to Raphaella she’d clapped in her hands and told xem, she could be done in half an hour, since she had made spare lenses just in case.

With the goggles in hand xe set out to find Jonny and give him the goggles. Xe knew that Nastya would probably be holed up in the engine room, so Jonny would probably be there as well. Xe was about to knock, when xe heard Jonny exclaimed: “Xe doesn’t like me like that, you’re delusional, Nastya.”

“No, you’re just too blind to see.” Nastya replied.

“Of course I’m blind, you have my glasses.” Tim could hear the pleased smirk in the statement.

“You’ve become somehow even more annoying since you got glasses.” Nastya told him, “And you’re deflecting, don’t think I wouldn't notice.”

Jonny groaned, before he whined: “You’re just seeing that, because you want to see that. Xe doesn’t care for me like that, didn’t I just tell you xe told me about being friends this morning? Honestly, I thought you were paying attention.”

“I was and I’m not seeing things because I want to. I see them, because I have eyes. It’s quite disgusting how mushy you two are even without being together.” Nastya said, “And as for the friend thing, I would bet xe is just trying to keep it as platonic as possible to avoid making you uncomfortable.”

“Still don’t believe you, provide your evidence.” Jonny told her.

Tim felt hope creeping up xyr body, was it possible that Jonny liked xem back? They were talking about xem that was obvious and it seemed like Jonny wanted xem to like him and that Nastya had caught on to xyr feelings for Jonny and if she would give a good enough answer, maybe Jonny would see it too.

Excitedly xe leaned against the door and waited for Nastyas answer. She sighed: “Why do I need to solve your relationship problems?”

“Okay, one, not in a relationship, so not technically relationship problems. Two, I helped you and Aurora get together, so I think you owe me.” Jonny replied.

“Ugh, maybe.”

Jonny cheered, making Tim smile outside, without realizing xe did, at the happy sound from Jonny.

“So, evidence, right. You want evidence?” Nastya waited for Jonny to confirm, “Lets start with how xe looks at you, if I just saw that I would think you personally created the world just for xem. I can see heart eyes from miles away with xem.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, xe might have metal eyes, but it’s almost like they’re heart shaped.” Nastya confirmed, “Then how xe gets around you, that person goes soft.”

“What, that’s just xem. Xe’s nice.”

“God, you get that same disgusting love-sick look that xe gets.” Nastya groaned, “But no, xe’s not always like that, xe melts when you enter a room. It’s physically visible to see xem sag with mushiness. And then xe also gets all nice with you, xe’s an asshole with everyone else, but xe’ll open doors for you, save you a seat, make sure we have your favourite drink on board. It’s sweet, but also disgusting.”

Tim blushed as she just laid out xyr soul for Jonny to inspect and xe was glad that xe couldn't see Jonny right now. Xe didn’t think xe could take it, if Jonny was weirded out by it.

“Xe really does all that?” Jonny asked, his voice was strange, almost a bit float-y, “Not just being friendly, cause we’re friends?”

“No, Jonny, no, please open your goddamn eyes.” there was a fond undertone in Nastyas annoyance, “Want me to go on?”

“There’s more?” Jonny sounded surprised.

“There’s more?” Nastya mocked him, “Of course there is. Xe’s constantly complementing you about every little thing.”

Tim couldn't see Jonny frown slightly at that. He remembered Tims promise to never make him forget that he was good enough, it made him happy inside to know that xe wouldn't break a promise to him and he didn’t like how Nastya had said it.

“Xe’s keeping a promise, nothing more.” Jonny said.

“What kind of promise was that?” Nastya asked.

Jonny didn’t answer and she rolled her eyes: “Whatever it was, it isn’t exactly platonic to promise someone to complement them constantly.”

“It’s a friend thing.” Jonny insisted.

“Well, it didn’t sound very platonic and just a friend thing when xe talked about you with Ashes.” Nastya exclaimed.

Tim froze, how did Nastya know that? Ashes promised not to tell, they swore on their candle collection.

“How do you know that?” see this is why xe liked Jonny, he asked great questions.

“I was fixing something in the vents and overheard them. I didn’t mean to, but Aurora was hurting.” she had the dignity to sound sheepish.

Quietly Jonny asked: “Is it wrong to ask what they talked about?”

“I mean, probably.” Nastya answered.

It was silent for a few beats, then Jonny said: “No, that would be mean. I know I would hate it, if xe knew I was talking about xem like this.”

“Look at you taking the moral high ground.” Tim could barely hear Nastyas reply over the blood rushing past xyr ears. Xe was breaking Jonnys trust by being here, Jonny had the mind to let xem be, but xe had to go and just listen to him.

Xe swallowed hard and clutched the goggles, before running off as fast as xe could to hide away from Jonny in shame. Xe couldn't believe xyrself, how could xe been so selfish?

While Tim was running away Jonny took his now fixed glasses back from Nastya and said: “Thanks for that. I, uh, I’ll see if I talk to xem.”

“I will never breathe a word of this, if you promise to talk to xem to moment you run into xem.” Nastya replied.

“And if I don’t?” Jonny was a bit scared.

“If you don’t and I have to watch you two dance around each other again, I will tell xem what you told me here, myself.” she answered.

“Promise I will then.” he squeaked and hurried out of the room, before she could do anything.

“Don’t be a stranger, well, be a bit of a stranger, but not too much.” she called out after him.

“Yes, m’lady.” he yelled back, knowing he was out of range.

[takeiteasypeasybaby]

Save Me: Chapter 25 - Guilty

~Hey guys! Chapter 25 is out now :) This is a large chapter, full of justice and prejudice as both Molly and Negan encounter guilt regarding their actions...I hope everyone had a good week and are excited for chapter 26 on Wednesday <3~

Negan finds out why Molly had been acting differently weeks before she left, while Molly realises her family might react differently than she expected when she decides to tell them about Negan. More than one character is found guilty...

Negan's POV//

It was fucking chaos.

People killed walkers from the lower stairs, but they had occupied the entire ground floor.

There was no clear way out.

I sat in the meeting room, my head in my hands when Eugene came in.

'Sir, I believe I may have an answer to our prayers' he said confidently.

I looked up and said 'well...' as I gestured for him to elaborate.

He said he had been working on a motorised paper plane which when attached to an walkman, played music and could be flown over the walkers to draw them away.

I chuckled at his genius.

'You are something else Eugene' I said as I whacked Lucille onto the table enthusiastically.

He flinched at the sound, but smiled when he realised I was pleased with him.

'Alright, Dr Smartypants, get to it' I said ushering him out, now being able to turn my attention to Simon.

I walked down the hallway and checked the status of the walker infestation situation, we were getting through them but it would take a while.

Meanwhile, Rick could be planning more of a shit storm so we had to be prepared.

As I marched, I saw Sherry walking towards me with great intent.

I cocked my head to the side in confusion as she raced over to me.

'Negan, can I have a word?' she asked.

'Can it wait?' I said tiredly.

'No, I'm afraid it can't' she said.

Fuck, it must have been important so I ushered her into the ex-wives room.

I sat down and sighed as I propped Lucille next to me.

'So...' I said impatiently.

She hovered awkwardly in front of me, 'it's about Simon' she said looking down.

I fixed my gaze now on her completely, 'what about the prick?' I said sternly.

She played with her hands nervously, 'well, it's also about Molly' she said quietly, almost so quiet I couldn't hear her.

I leant forward now, interlocking my hands together and resting my elbows on my knees.

I gave her a look as if to say 'carry on'.

She sat down shaking and took a couple of deep breaths before she started on a story which changed my life.

'You might have noticed, that before Molly escaped, she was acting...differently' she said, still avoiding my gaze.

I scowled, already imagining various scenarios involving the love of my life and that spineless piece of shit, Simon.

'She was reserved and didn't want to see anyone...' she said softly, looking down at her feet.

I sighed sadly, 'I remember', now also looking down.

'The...bruises...scars...cuts' she said painfully slowly.

She didn't want to expand further.

I looked up at her now and shook my head, knowing in the back of mind what had happened to her, but I didn't want to admit it.

'Simon raped her' she said with a tear rolling down her cheek.

I stood up immediately at hearing the word.

I breathed heavily, grabbed Lucille and walked over to the window.

There was a table next to me with glass vases on it, and I tightened my grip on Lucille and smashed them all.

Sherry flinched, keeping her eyes shut.

I felt my heart physically breaking, like someone had ripped it out.

How did I not know? Why did I not see that she was hurting?

I whacked my head off the wall and beat my fists against it as I did so.

I now turned to Sherry, 'why did you not fucking tell me sooner?!' I yelled at her.

This time she yelled back as she turned around to look at me.

'She made me promise! she didn't want to hurt you!' she shouted.

My heart broke even further at this.

Molly kept this from me to protect me, me of all people!

She was hurting and she still wanted to shield me!?

Even after I killed her friends, she never said anything. She loved me more than I ever knew and I hurt her.

'That piece of fucking shit!' I shouted as I paced around the room, tugging my fingers through my hair.

'Kill him' she said sternly as she wiped away her tears.

'Do it for Molly' she added through gritted teeth.

I nodded as I swung Lucille around.

'Oh honey I will, believe me. That fucker will meet a very sorry end indeed. But it has to be fitting, the punishment has to fit the crime after all...' I said smirking with vengeance as I threw Lucille over my shoulder.

Sherry looked at me and smirked at Simon finally getting what was coming to him.

'Leave it to me' I said as I was about to walk out.

'Oh and Sherry, thank you for being there for Molly when I wasn't' I added, bowing my head.

She just nodded silently as I left.

I whistled as I walked down the corridor, one hand on Lucille and the other on Molly's locket.

I stood still and kissed the engraving of her name on the back.

'I'm so sorry darlin' I whispered as I held it to my lips.

As much as I tried to feel sorrow for what Molly went through, now rage and vengeance dominated my mind.

I put it back in my pocket and smiled, there was nothing sweeter than planning a death for someone who deserved it.

Molly's POV//

Even though people talked non stop about not being able to trust Dwight, all I could think was that they couldn't trust me either and wouldn't once they found out.

On many occasions, Maggie and Tara often looked at me suspiciously when I would lose focus and drift off into my own thoughts.

They would usually have to snap me back to the present and when I went off on my own, they looked on and whispered about me.

Tara asked me everyday if I was doing okay. I always nodded with a fake enthusiasm, but in reality I was losing it.

I had recurring nightmares since the Saviour's came that I would be taken back there and Negan would kill me or Simon would... I couldn't even bring myself to think about it again.

I just wanted to cry into Tara's arms and tell her everything, but I couldn't.

They would hate me, my entire family would leave me and then I would have no one.

Maggie watched me for a while without me noticing until she came over to me as I sat by myself on a tree stump and looked out across the fields ahead.

I fiddled with my thumbs nervously and exhaled, closing my eyes.

Maggie walked slowly towards me and asked 'Molly, are you okay?' she said as she bent down to sit next to me.

I nodded, my usual nod.

'Tara doesn't buy that either you know' she said titling her head.

'Is it the Sanctuary? Do you wanna talk about it? I don't mind, I can handle it' she said as she rubbed my back.

I bowed my head into my hands.

'I can't' I said annoyed with myself.

'Molly, it's killing you. I can tell, we all can because we know you and we love you. So, whatever it is, just know that you talk to me anytime' she said stroking my hair.

I looked at her as tears flowed down my face.

'You would hate me' I said reluctantly.

She frowned in confusion now, clearly not knowing how bad it was.

'You're like a sister to me, I love you and I'd do anything to help you. I could never hate you' she said wiping my cheek.

'I just need some time alone' I said as I hugged her goodbye.

She smiled weakly and started to walk back to the house when she turned around, 'whenever you're ready' she said softly.

I nodded back at her and then turned around to continue to look out into the distance.

Part of me found it peaceful to just sit and breathe. But I was also keeping a look out in case the Saviour's came back, more importantly if Negan came.

The next morning...

I didn't sleep a wink that night, I tossed and turned thinking about what I did. The guilt was eating me up and soon there would be nothing left of me.

I sighed at my restless state and got out of bed, it was 4:00am. The sun would be rising in a couple hours and when it did, I would confess all.

Even if they threw me into that cell for the rest of my days, I didn't care. They had to know because I felt like a fraud, an imposter.

I pulled on my jeans and boots and changed my shirt.

It wasn't as hot today so I pulled on my leather jacket and grabbed my knives and gun, slotting them into their holsters ready for what the day would have in store.

I must have gotten lost in my thoughts and paced around the room for hours because the sun was now rising and I heard people moving about downstairs.

Rick and Michonne's room was just down the hall from mine and I paced back and forth many times before I knocked on their door.

But, just as I marched up to the door for the last time, Rick swung the door wide open and got a shock as I stood in the doorway.

'Molly?' he said tucking in his shirt.

I smiled slightly, 'uh, Rick. I need to talk to you' I said looking anywhere but his face.

He just nodded, 'alright' and looked sceptical.

I asked him to follow me and we walked down to the barn.

'In here?' he asked.

'Uh huh' I said nervously as I ushered him to sit on a hay bail with me.

I look a deep breath and interlocked my hands to steady myself.

He was worried now, 'everything okay Moll?' he said resting his chin on his knuckle.

'You know me, you're my family and you know that I would never do anything to betray you or the others. But, I didn't tell you everything about what happened at the Sanctuary...' I said, trailing off quietly at the end.

Rick was intrigued now, but remained silent.

'I need to tell you this because it's killing me, everyday. Hiding this from the people I love because I know that when I do...tell you, you will hate me. But I have to do it' I said, my voice shaking and my eyes going cloudy with tears.

'Molly...' Rick started softly.

'No, please Rick. Let me do this' I said hastily.

I continued, still looking down.

'I wasn't just in a cell the entire time I was there. I worked there' I said quietly.

Rick was stunned at this.

'What do you mean you worked there Molly? You were a Saviour?!' he said now standing up and running his hands through his hair.

'No! No, I swore to Negan that I would never be a Saviour. But there were people who needed my help, families, kids, I-' I said almost yelling.

He spun around, a frown across his face.

'Wait, you spoke to him?! Negan?!' he yelled.

'Yes! I just wanted to help people, I didn't go around killing anyone!' I shouted.

'But they did Molly! Glenn. Abraham. Spencer. Olivia. Denise' he said as he counted out the names.

'I know, Rick. But I had no idea about Glenn and Abraham. I didn't even know that they had Daryl! But, Negan gave me a chance, he saved me...' I said softly.

Rick's scowl turned to a sarcastic chuckle.

'You have got to kidding me. Molly, you're not saying what I think you're saying...' he said as he looked at me intently, like I was someone he didn't recognise.

I just nodded.

He slumped back down on the hay bail.

'I can't believe this. You were with him? HIM?! After everything he did! He didn't save you, Molly, he destroyed you' he said still yelling.

The tears flowed down my face faster now.

'This isn't you. Who even are you right now?!' he said shouting and standing up to walk out.

'I'm still me!' I yelled as I walked after him.

He turned around, barely able to look at me and said sadly 'you'll get your chance to tell your story to the others'.

Rick had told me to wait in the barn until he called me back into the house for my 'trial'.

It felt like hours had gone by by the time he came back.

He was silent and just led me into the dining room, where Rosita, Maggie, Daryl, Jesus, Michonne and Tara sat waiting.

They knew, Rick had told them what I had told him.

They were stunned into silence, Maggie couldn't even look at me.

I sat down where Rick told me to sit and we began.

'Why?' Tara asked, her voice breaking like her heart.

I looked at her, my lip trembling 'I made a decision and I was wrong. But I never once betrayed you' I said confidently.

'How can you sit there and say that?' Rosita said scowling at me.

'I get it, I know what you must think. That I was Negan's whore and that I became a Saviour and went round killing people. But just so you all know, I did everything in my power to protect all of you. If I wasn't there, there would be two less of us right now. He wanted to kill three of us and I got him down to one. He also cut his taking of supplies from Alexandria from 50% to 20%' I shouted.

I stood up now and rested my hands on the table.

'And you know what? He asked me to pick which one of us to kill. I chose Spencer. He was trying to overthrow Rick, he was weak. I won't apologise for that. Maggie, I swear to you, I had no idea about Glenn. Rosita, I didn't know about Abraham. When I found out, I shot Negan, granted it was in the stomach but I still did. I will hate myself forever for being with him. That's all on me. But I wasn't loyal to him, I didn't declare myself 'Negan' like Eugene. I survived that place, but that doesn't mean that I didn't suffer...' I said as they all now looked at me less sternly.

I walked out of the room and walked myself down to the cell.

I heard them arguing as I left the room, Michonne trying to reason with Rick as Rosita yelled at Tara.

I heard nothing from Maggie, she must have hated me more than anyone.

The last thing I heard from outside that room was Rick shouting that he could forgive me eventually, but for Maggie's sake, he could never forget.

Negan's POV//

I kept the bastard in his cell until it was show time.

That spineless sack of shit didn't even deserve his name anymore.

I slept well that night, with Eugene's plan working, the walkers now not a threat and my plan of vengeance for Molly underway, I was at peace.

I knew she would hate me forever for what I did, but if there was someway that I could give her peace, it was this.

I swung on my jacket, left Lucille in my room and walked down to the main hall with my guys.

There was no one left who was loyal to Simon anymore, he was encircled by us, the true Saviours.

I walked in and people knelt down, parting for me and created a path which led me straight to the traitor himself.

There he stood, more confident than ever, entrapped by us all.

I stood in front of him as a circle formed around us, Dwight and Arat at either side of me.

He rolled up his sleeves and looked into the audience.

'Everyone, after this is done, we get to work. Just know that I didn't want this. But the Sanctuary must stand. This is not the man to prosecute this conflict. Just wanted to say, a grateful enclave thanks you!' he said as he moved towards me and spun around to land a punch to my face.

I dropped instantly, he kept punching me, pulling me back up to stand so he could throw another one.

I stumbled but when he tried to tackle me, I grabbed him and elbowed his back and threw him off me.

He climbed back up and tried to grab at my throat, when I threw a jab at him.

He stumbled backwards and I jabbed him repeatedly.

I grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and headbutted him, flipping him onto his back.

Standing over him, I stamped on his face.

I pinned him down, punching him after every sentence I uttered.

'You went for it all at the Hilltop. You got Saviours killed. You raped my Molly and tried to kill her! You hid away like a dickless worm! You got shown up one too many times. Those people, they are always gonna be looking for a loophole, a way to skate. They are always gonna be looking for that chance to push back, so now I gotta kill all of em just like I'm gonna kill you!' I said as my grip now tightened around his throat.

As I grunted, I squeezed tighter and tighter until his throat popped.

He was dead, but not for long.

I stood up and exhaled, 'what an asshole' I said breathlessly as I walked away.

My guys knew exactly what to do with the body...

Dwight's POV//

I stopped watching after Simon fell onto the floor, I knew it was over after that.

I nodded over to Sherry who snuck out from the crowd and met me behind the steel cabinet.

'You need to go, now' I said softly to her.

She shook her said.

'This is your only chance' I said trying not to cry.

'I'm not leaving you' she said holding my face.

She knew I wasn't gonna go with her so she had to hurry.

'I'll find you' I said just as she kissed me.

I handed her a crumpled up letter I wrote for Rick and told her to find him and give it to him.

It was Negan's plan of attack.

She walked slowly out of the side door, no one saw, they were focussed on the fight...

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 204: Chintetsu

Previously on BnHA: Shouto left Endeavor on read. Team TodoIidaShoujiRo attacked Team TetsuHonePonySen head-on, hitting them with a wave of ice and freezing them all in place. But it turns out Honenuki’s quicksand quirk is actually a “softening” quirk which can soften anything he touches. He used that to melt the ice to allow his teammates to escape. It also turns out that he had pre-treated some of the surrounding area with his quirk, and Ojiro and Iida came crashing down from their hiding spots shortly after as the softened ground gave way beneath them. Sen attacked Ojiro with his drill quirk while Pony took on Shouji. Meanwhile Tetsu went for Shouto, realizing a direct attack was his best bet. And Honenuki trapped Iida under a layer of the softened ice, but then made the mistake of rehardening it, intending to keep him stuck in place. Instead, Iida blasted free with his Recipro, revealing that he’s built up his endurance to the special move. So now we’ll see if he can take Honenuki down.

Today on BnHA: We get a wholesome Iida flashback to when Tensei explained how to upgrade his Recipro by -- wait, what? Mutilating his own fucking leg?! Holy shit. That’s not wholesome at all. What the fuck. But anyway, it worked I guess because back in the present day Iida is zipping along at speeds faster than Gran fucking Torino, and he’s able to maintain this speed for up to ten whole minutes. The only downside is that he can’t fully control himself because he’s so goddamn fast and so he keeps skidding around. Anyway, so Honenuki is like “nope” and gets the fuck out of there. Meanwhile Sen continues to whoop Ojiro’s ass, but then Iida shows up to save him so yay. Elsewhere the Tetsuroki fight has heated up, quite literally, as Todoroki activates his left side to create a wall of fire, and Tetsutetsu proceeds to walk right through it and attack Shouto as a red hot steel man. Shouto thinks back to his dad’s training and decides that the solution to this is clearly to make shit even hotter, so he starts up with that, and the chapter ends.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my mostly-unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’m caught up with the manga now at chapter 223, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

ohhh my god

IIDA FAM FLASHBACKS!??!

AHHHHH

EXCUSE ME IS THIS THE FUCKING FUTURE OR NOT?? CAN WE GET IIDA TENSEI A FUCKING HOVERCHAIR HERE PEOPLE? IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK. IF ONLY HORIKOSHI WAS AT ALL FAMILIAR WITH MARVEL COMICS -- OH, WAIT

but seriously though. also he’s supposed to be rich too isn’t he? c’mon

also! Iidamom looks exactly like I expected her to. welcome to our canon full of other awesome moms, Iidamom! a few more moms and I’ll be ready to do a top ten moms post. spoiler alert, the winner is not who you’d expect (unless you’re expecting Aizawa, because then you’re absolutely right)

anyways so I got SUPER distracted just now but apparently Tensei is talking about “tuning up” Iida’s engine!

wow can they do that?? fucking quirks, though. wild

oh my fucking god

just yank that fucking muffler right the fuck out. and a new one will grow in!! fucking QUIRKS, though. WILD

dsfalkhsd

just yank that fucking muffler right the fuck out without anesthesia. what are you, a pussy!?

gee thanks Horikoshi for this graphic image of Iida biting down on something while he uses his bare hands to yank what are essentially bones -- or organs, or whatever! the point is they’re part of him! -- right out of his fucking body. might wanna add some vodka to that OJ tonight Iida

OH SHIT, THAT PAYOFF THOUGH

IN TEN MINUTES YOU COULD TAKE OVER THE FUCKING WORLD, IIDA!

okay maybe I got a little overexcited. but damn though!

so he’s DRRNing over to Honenuki and

oh my god

loool at the thought of Iida zooming around wildly for the next ten minutes while he tries to figure out how to stop this thing, and meanwhile Honenuki can’t land a hit on him though

GET HIM IIDA!!

oh fuck

can he breathe under there? you know, depending on how long they still have until time runs out, he could just hide for the next ten minutes and then emerge and drag the paralyzed Iida to Rat Principal Jail

(ETA: actually that was a stupid thought. obviously Iida doesn’t have to keep Recipro activated the whole time if there’s no need to.)

but no, he’s swimming back to Tetsu and the others for now

meanwhile Iida’s still up top and trying to figure out what he’s up to

maybe you should do the same

holy shit we’re cutting back to the kids outside and Deku says Iida’s even faster than Gran Torino

“by a long shot.” that’s fucking fast. and I love it

by the way, with the way Mina was pointing, I thought, “oh, maybe Ojiro’s finally getting the upper hand!”

but no

Horikoshi why do you hate poor Ojiro

it’s probably the pain of this guy kicking you in the chest with his rotating fucking foot

so he’s trying to figure out what to do because he can’t really attack, and he keeps getting hurt whenever he tries to guard

oh hey there

trying to decide if I’m disappointed that Ojiro will never get to do anything cool, or ecstatic that Iida fucking Tenya just pulled off a badass save of this caliber

leaning more toward ecstatic, honestly. sorry Ojiro

oh, Iida

nice use of the word “forthwith”, Iida

(ETA: and nice use of the word “slammer”!!)

and now he’s telling Ojiro to go help Todoroki and that he’ll be right back

well I guess class 1-A will need some sidekicks too

meanwhile we’re sticking with Iida, which means I’m going to keep right on posting all of his panels, because his dialogue honestly deserves a fucking pulitzer prize

never, Sen!

Sen’s trying to reason his way out of this and telling Iida that he shouldn’t let Honenuki get away because he’s more of a threat

and he’s also grumping about Iida interrupting his and Ojiro’s fight. “you shouldn’t interrupt a one-on-one fistfight like that”

um, says who? fuck that. we’re trying to win here, we can make friends after

Iida says if he allows his will to be bent here, it will be bent in the real world as well

basically he’s treating this seriously. well, good

meanwhile! we’re cutting back to two minutes prior!

I guess Tetsu’s best option is to somehow knock him out. but the problem is that Shouto’s reflexes are too good and he can create an ice barrier in an instant

I think Tetsu’s steel would allow him to withstand Shouto’s fire long enough to punch him on his left side, though, so that would be my personal strategy if it were me

heh

A+ attack name. Shouto I’m sorry, I love you, but if I’m being honest I’m rooting for this guy here

heh

so you think he should try the fire instead? I’m not so sure that’s the best play in this case though. at least with the ice he has better control and he can hold him at bay. I just don’t think the fire would be that effective against Tetsu, but I’m sure we’ll find out shortly

because Tetsu’s bragging about how easily he can break through Shouto’s ice defense

ah here we go

for some reason Bakugou actually wanted to go up against this. still don’t quite understand it. my baby boy got a death wish

lol Pony’s running off. honestly a miracle she wasn’t incinerated just now

Shouto’s yelling at Shouji to go after her and Shouji’s all “got it”

yeah I’m thinking my initial assessment was right and this was indeed a mistake

fucking great. now you’ve got a molten steel man after your ass, Shouto

LOL

holy fucking shit. just in case anyone isn’t aware, “chinchin” means “penis” usually. so yeah

and I fucking love that here he’s using it to mean “hot”, but it could also be a throwback to the whole “five peepee man” thing, which he doesn’t actually know about but I do, and so to me this is the funniest thing ever okay

I have no further comment

oh fuck

no but as you can plainly see he is no stranger to burns, so please try not to maim him too badly...!?

lol Vlad has started narrating again. no doubt elated that his team is somehow eking out a win in what initially appeared to be the most one-sided matchup we were going to see today

uh oh but now it looks like Tetsu may have accidentally triggered the quirk development that Endeavor was trying to trigger but couldn’t because Shouto won’t return his damn texts

before I continue to the next and presumably final page of this chapter, I’m just gonna take a moment here to appreciate the irony of Endeavor accidentally conditioning Shouto to never listen to him ever, even on the occasions where it turns out he’s right. he spent years trying to get Shouto to use his flame side, but failed utterly, and then in the span of one fight Deku did what Endeavor had spent Shouto’s whole life trying to get him to do

and now it’s happening again here, where we see that Endeavor was once again trying to teach him something, but Shouto just ignored him until a random kid from the class next door just happened to say something similar. and then it clicked

like, it’s a major burn on Endeavor (no pun intended), but it’s also really unfortunate for Shouto, because his dad has been such a prick until recently that he’s missed out on absorbing the few worthwhile things he actually had to teach him. lot of lost time to make up for here, on both sides

anyways, let’s watch as Shouto slowly processes all this

well I assume (a) because of the “surpassing my limits” thing, and (b) because he’s been texting you nonstop and it was probably on your mind even though you were stubbornly trying to pretend it wasn’t

lol what kind of cliffhanger is this??

he’s not even doing anything! come on Shouto what are you doing to us. this isn’t fair

also, what happened to your hand? why is it all smooth. I assume because of some fire bullshit you’re about to do, but that’s still just weird looking

oh and on the last page there’s a long translator note explaining what I mentioned before about “chinchin” meaning penis. sometimes on select occasions I’m down with Horikoshi perpetually having the mind of a 12-year-old. if he wants to make this a recurring thing I won’t complain, lol