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faetaiity · 2 years

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Hi! I saw you where trying yandere fics so i was wondering if you’d be interested in writing some platonic yandere headcannons (basically the yandere idea without the romance) with the four rise!brothers (or just raph and/or donnie if all of them are too many), discovering a male human younger than them (like 12-13) and while they’re out on patrol and they all become obsessed with the idea of him becoming their younger brother so much so that they kidnap them and bring them back to the lair

i’m just so curious how they’d act to a younger brother and how they’d treat him- like would they let him out of the house, go on patrol with them, would donnie let him into his lab?

if you want you could also do the bat mutant reader or the dark!au, it’s up to you! sorry for rambling lol

I WILL DO ALL OF THESE???? BAT READER IN THE DARK AU WITH PLATONIC YANDERES??? SIGN ME UP FUCKER(S)!! /POS Also, I (tried) to make the readers age ambiguous for the most part, BUT I did have in mind a reader between 7-9 (Early Adolescents)

CW: Reader ends up getting injured, mild angst(?), Yandere themes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

STORY PART (GENERAL HCS AT THE BOTTOM <3)

Mutating for a child is 10x worse

It's almost guaranteed that the kid will be homeless, not necessarily because of their parents (although this DOES happen rarely), but more so because they perceive themselves as monsters as kids, and teens have low self-esteem so they think no one will love them as a mutant

At least with Teens and Adults, they have Mutants in their age range that can help, there are almost NO child mutants, now, Adult Mutants will help Child mutants, but this is a dangerous area.

Cut to a little boy who just mutated into a giant Bat, you, of course, freak out and start crying (Partly because it's canon that Mutating is PAINFUL)

It'll probably be a couple nights or even weeks before the turtles find you, New York IS pretty big.

When they find you, they're curious, they've never seen a super young mutant out by themselves, sure, they were young at some point, but they were always supervised

Raphs the most patient one, even in the canon storyline, Rise! Raph is a sweetheart compared to his brothers, similar concept here, Dark AU! Raph is similar to 2012! Raph, he has his soft moments but mostly comes off as intimidating.

Raph comes over to you and sees you sobbing your eyes out, your fur is matted, you seem to be starving and you have various scrapes and bruises.

Big Brother mode is something Dark AU! Raph experiences very rarely, only towards young animals as his brothers are completely independent from him now, but you managed to trigger that response.

Honey, you got a big storm comin /ref

He picks you up and brings you with him, earning Leo and Donnie's Ire

I'm gonna be honest, he has to beg his brothers not to rat him out to the rat, he HAS to smuggle you into the lair, at least for a little bit for you to be cleaned up and fed.

His brothers taunt him about his sudden "Stupid Emotions", especially considering even though Raph is a decent person in this AU, he's still hardcore af, smashing people's teeth in 'n stuff.

But they cave, Mikey isn't as loose mouthed in the Dark AU, he's actually quite secretive.

Raph ends up taking you to the shower and asking if you know how to take one by yourself (He knows you're young, but he doesn't know your exact age, but he knows you're younger than 10.), if you agree he just gives you some of Mikey's clothes since they would fit you the best, then he leaves.

After showering, you wander around, as nosy kids do, you end up finding the orange one, drawing in what seems to be red paint, he looks over to you with a smile, ew, the paint was leaking from his mouth.

You skittishly wandered into another part of the lair after feeling like you stared death in the face of a turtle.

Going into another part, which had a lot of ripped up dummies, you see the other two that wasn't the red one, one had a midnight blue mask, and the other a Deep Purple, they were screaming at each other, calling each other horrible names, they were both pretty roughed up, knuckles bleeding, blood coming from their nose, bruises, someone brushed by you casually and wandered into that den of Vipers

"MIKEY, GET THE FUCK OUT, WE'RE BUSY" The Blue one yelled at, who you assumed was Mikey, who squinted his eyes and seethed out a "Helloooo~ My Dear and LOVING brother, could you mind NOT fighting so loudly, kid ended up watching y'all fight like raccoons over the last bit of that guy from the police" which made the three look at you

Pinning your ears back you took a step back, the purple one came over to you and coldly said "Raph's in the living room, don't go in there, Splinter will kill you."

You just stood there shaking, tears pricking your eyes before Leo sighed, stood still then giggled "LAST ONE TO SAY NOT IT AND TOUCH THEIR NOSES HAS TO TAKE CARE OF THE KID"

"NOT IT"

The one in front of you whipped around at mach one and stared at his brothers ".... I fucking hate you two, I wish you were used as omelets when we were eggs." the purple one seethed

He whipped back over to you; a giant mechanical arm came out and picked you up, making you screech and writhe

"CALM DOWN!" He shouted, making you stop writhing and start whimpering

He walks out of the Dojo and takes you through some rooms before coming to a door that has steel lock bars to keep people out, he uses a code and a print scanner before wandering in, he strides over to a desk and places you on it.

He taps his desk for a few minutes, deep in thought before looking over to you "My name's Donatello." he states, you carefully responded as if saying one word wrong would make him snap your neck "I'm Y/N"

He huffs a small "Don't touch anything, tell me if you need to go somewhere", before he starts to code on a computer, several minutes pass by before a hurried knock at the Lab's door

Answering it, he lets his three brothers in, all of them approach you, as you start shaking violently the more they got close.

Three of them stopped before you, but the red one got closer, He kneeled down, so you were at eye level, you were scared shitless, these were highly scarred turtle mutants with weapons, any kid with enough marbles would shit themselves.

He sighs before saying "We haven't introduced ourselves, I'm Raphael" he stops for a second before continuing "That's Michelangelo" He points to the shortest one with a deep dark orange mask, "That's Leonardo" the one he pointed to was the most scarred out of all of them, he had a giant bloodstained sword, he didn't seem amused that he was there "And that's-"

"Donnie!!!!" you said, kicking your legs back and forth, giving a giant goofy grin, Donatello was NOT amused "It's Donatello." He coldly said, his face was bright red as his brothers started snickering behind him

Raph pulled out a small hairbrush and some hair conditioner "Can I help you untangle those mats?" he gruffed out, it wasn't intended to be scary, his voice was just naturally rough.

You nodded, He spent about an hour detangling your fur while his brothers did other things in the lab, such as Donatello making upgrades to SHELLDON.

After he was done, you got up from his lap and turned around "Thank you Mr. Raphael!!!!" you squeaked out and hugged him, causing him to freeze

His brothers looked over and saw you hugging him, they saw how at ease their brother was as his massive hands draped around you

Once you were done hugging you ran around like a normal kid would do.

Raphael often mentioned to his younger brothers about the feelings of being a big brother and how he felt as one, they got this feeling from you, despite you only having met them for a few hours.

They see you trip and freak the fuck out, this isn't their normal reaction, they would usually laugh or just ignore it, but they felt more panicky.

But then you got up and gave them the most dumb, goofy, teeth filled smile, giving them a thumbs up and running off to other parts of the lab.

They felt warm, deciding to leave you with Donnie in his lab as you seemed to like him

He had to fake being Inconvenienced and irritated, but even the CIA couldn't get that out of him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ GENERAL HCS THAT ARE SET A FEW WEEKS AFTER THE STORY PART!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Yeah, you can't go anywhere without them, end of story

Patrols? You are WITH ALL OF THEM. NO QUESTIONS.

Donnie's Lab? Donnie has to be with you and starts rambling about his tech, feels like fainting from happiness when you take an interest.

Splinter ends up finding out about you and for the first time ever, his students rebelled against him violently, his ear became more torn up, he had a tooth knocked out, and some of his nails cracked, needless to say, you were kept.

Raph's the most Overprotective out of all of them, sees you cry and suddenly finds an excuse to fight anyone who comes near you, even if he didn't really care, having someone other than him near you gets him unnaturally angry for no reason

Mikey was the youngest before you, but he has no resentment towards you, you're absolutely ADORABLE! He's the one that takes you to the hidden city to see the cool things there, He's the 'Fun' but cautious big brother, and by that, I mean, he makes you think he gives you the most freedom but really all he does is give you a safety net that traps you, making you believe after that one incident that you need protection, slowly constricting your freedoms until you HAVE to be with him or his brothers.

Donnie would be the carefree one, he doesn't NEED to be by your side, he has tech and hacking abilities, he can just spy on you, His robots are deadly enough to kill any human or mutant that hurts you.

Leo is the second most carefree, he mainly helps Donnie if his tech fucks over and can't be used or the entire PowerGrid is down, He just teleports to find you from your last known location!

They all adore you, calling you their younger sibling, often making you feel overwhelmed or suffocated (Especially if the reader is Autistic.)

I can see them mildly infantilizing the reader, not as if they're actually like a baby, but more like they're helpless and can't do ANYTHING by themselves, you wanna get something off the top shelf? Raph can do it! GO SIT BACK DOWN.

If the reader gets hurt by another mutant all hell breaks loose

They don't even care if they can only get to them in broad daylight, they have disguises, they'll make it work.

Don't expect them to not scold you if you break the rules.

First offense is a verbal warning

Second or more offense is timeout

Third offense is only reserved for trying to leave them permanently more than once. They snap your leg.

You'll learn to NEVER leave again, either that or your legs won't be able to work anymore.

#save rottmnt #dark! rottmnt au #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #leo x reader #leonardo #donatello #donnie x reader #raphael #raph x reader #michelangelo #mikey x reader #yandere rottmnt #yandere tmnt #platonic x reader

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dishtothedeath · 1 year

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let's pool our thoughts everybody | trial 2.1 | bonbon | re: emil, haruki

He can’t find much sad inside of him. It’s all evolved, mutated into its higher, more elegant form; from runny tears to a thick sluice in his gut. Stirring something like a storm in there, raging waves keen to swallow what gets in its way. One day it’ll become a small stone of great weight and sag him down. When that happens, he can finally carve it an epitaph, skip it across the water, skip it so it flies right into somebody’s chest. It’s cold now, but he can use it to stay warm, burn it like charcoal, swallow it down to try and purge the poison. Only needs a spark to ignite a thing west of hate. It’s a sense of justice in the way a bullet is like a train— speed and trajectory, but not purpose.

This killer won’t get to go either. He’s making sure of it.

“Charybdis had it bad with ‘er heart since she was a kid, told me. Bad ‘nuff that she got cooped up fer a long while. One time, on the beach? Had’ta sit ‘round to take care of them after gettin’ spooked too many times, pause, so it wouldn’t go an’ burst on ‘em. I’m not a doctor expert, but if Emil’s sayin’ it coulda tipped them into th’water, I ain’t in no position to if or but about it. The bag on th’chairs was theirs, too, likely been Charybdis teeterin’ by the poolside. I’m guessin’ you mean, by resuccisssat— recussissa— ressuss— gosh dang darn it.”

Deep breath, Bonbon, keep it together.

“You meant the ribs on them that got cracked looked like someone was doin’ mouth-to-mouth, yeah? An’ Haruki’s sayin’ Masaji could see if they was drownin’, an’ we all know that guy,” a hard-set huff here, “—was. Was the kinda guy who’d drop, anythin’, at th’bottom of a hat, t’help folks if he could. Don’t seem prespostirish fer that t’be how it got done, him tryna, coax her back with th’pool net, get to work. If yer ‘round kids, goodness know you’d wanna know how’ta do CPR.”

Boisterousness and appearances have faded away, top notes on a tea that’s been left to oversteep. Residual anxious jitters, maybe, by the way his hand tippa-tap-tippa-taps on the grand table. Maybe the insides are starting to leak out. Perforations in the seal. Contamination, best not to sell.

“If that’s th’case. If yer comin’ up on th’boat without knowin’ who’za an’ wha’za, ripped up with fear, you see a guy kneeled over somebody who ain’t lookin’ much alive an’ you think yer seein’ somebody get killed. An’ yer scared, an’ maybe you wanna help, or maybe yer jus’ worried he’s gonna come after you next fer gettin’ an eye on, so you run over, grab somethin’, swing as hard as ya can, an’ nail ‘em in the head. Big one on Masaji’s head where it hit, small one where it bounced ‘im into the brick.”

He mimes it, as if the scene setting wasn’t enough. Two hands, a clean swing. Right and true unto the temple.

“By the time you done realized what was goin’ on, it’s already too late. Now ya got two dead, an’ it’ll be three’a youse if you don’t get everythin’ straight. Skitter back off on a boat t'shore.”

#submission #ch2 #trial #bonbon

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cyclonesyndicate · 2 years

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There's No One on the Corner || Ch2 Results

"So let's get right into it!"

Tony paces around the perimeter of the table, gesticulating as he tells his tale.

"So this whole thing started when Culprit One and Culprit Two got into a tiff over somethin’ petty. Who knows what it was actually about! With the gas in the air, it coulda been anything that set the two of them off. All’s we know is that tensions were high in Suite Ten, considering the disaster area that their living room was! One of them ended up puttin’ a friggin’ slash into the sofa! Do you bozos have any idea how much that’s gonna be to fix?! But instead of doin’ the smart thing and killin’ someone then and there, so your brains could go back to normal, they just stormed off like brats! Coulda fixed their drama SO easy, but they had to drag it out!

"Anyways, later on, Culprit One winds up in the clinic to get some painkiller pills. The fight from earlier left ‘em aggravated and crabby, after all, and they had a headache startin’ to form. So as they’re gettin’ that, Culprit Two shadow steps into the clinic, lookin’ for some painkillers of their own. This pisses Culprit One the hell off, which pisses Culprit Two right back the hell off, and they start arguin’ again! When one tries to leave, the other follows, leavin’ them right in the waitin’ room outside of the elevator.

"And thus, the big boss’s trap was sprung.

"You can protest and act by a moral code all you want, but at the end of the day? A villain’s a villain. You’ll kill if the conditions are right. You’ll kill if your life depends on it. Ain’t a matter of if, but when.

"So these two bozos duke it out, but they’re takin’ it more seriously this time. Amazing what you can manage to do when you think your life is on the line, eh? Culprit One, given their proficiency with weapons, takes a jab at Culprit Two with the kitchen knife that they’ve been carryin’ for awhile, in an act of self defense, leaving ‘em with a huge stomach wound. Culprit Two, livin’ in fear of sharin’ a livin’ quarters with a trained assassin, has their worst fear realized! The tragedy!

"Neither of these bozos are goin’ down without a fight though. After fighting long enough to leave a huge bloodstain on the floor, the two friggin’ waltz around the room leavin’ footprints everywhere, until Culprit Two rips Culprit One’s bandana right off their face! With Culprit One’s bright eyes exposed, their senses were overloaded, leavin’ em unusually vulnerable.

"With Culprit One distracted, Culprit Two manages to snatch the knife away. They then shadow step through the floor, then through the ceiling– leaving a red smear from their own blood– and get the drop on Culprit Two! They give ‘em a nasty neck wound, which kills Culprit One pretty much instantly. Sadge.

"Culprit Two still has the bandana, so they try to stop the bleedin’ with it, but realize it ain’t gonna do the trick. So they panic, running to the clinic and leavin’ more footprints to try an’ fix themself up with bandages. They look around for anything else that can help, but Culprit One got ‘em pretty dang good, see? They know they ain’t long for this world.

"So, after tryin’ and failin’ to stop the bleedin’, they use the last of their strength to try to find somewhere quiet to die. They go to the Laboratory, enough to bleed out a second blood puddle, but it ain’t quiet enough. They’re pretty sure they hear someone comin’.

"So they finally find solace in the Cloning Lab, scuffed from the earlier fight, and only havin’ enough blood to bleed out a small blood puddle before they croak. But at least they died peacefully, if their expression is anything to go by."

Tony stops, holding both hands up like a conductor, pausing, holding his breath. And then, with a downward swoop to accompany the conclusion, he continues.

"So it looks like you bozos were right on the money! The killers behind Cazador and Nightshade's deaths were: The victims themselves."

#ch 2

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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An Arrangement, chapter 13

A/N: Here we go, my darlings! We’re getting ready for a wedding… And some other things. Some of you have spotted the titles of the coming chapters, and yes, I too hate me. So prepare yourselves, because honey, we’ve got a big storm comin’. This chapter is going to be a long one, and we’ve got a little of it all – fluff, angst, implied smut and my favorite love language, open and honest communication!

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Pairing: Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: fluff, language, little angst, slight smut and implied smut

Word count: 4.451

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Chapter 13: My arms were always around you

You frowned as you smoothed down the dress, twisting and turning to get a good look at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t really know how to feel about it, and you had half a mind to suddenly get sick and not go the dinner, because you felt wrongin your entire body. And the dress. And the hair. The dress was beautiful, a deep shade of bottle green, the fabric velvet. It hugged your curves and enhanced your chest in a way, that made you feel a little hot, but you just felt wrong in it – like it wasn’t made to be put on such a normal body.

“Darling, I can’t find my…” Henry stopped dead behind you, mouth slightly agape. “I might have to reschedule the dinner, because if you’re going to look like that, I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself.” He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind and kissed your cheek. You huffed and he frowned.

“What’s wrong?” “Everything.” You mumbled. “We don’t really have to time to fix the world, so how about we just focus on you for now?” He replied, turning you to face him. “what’s going on, love?” You sighed and your shoulders fell slightly. “I just… Feel wrong. I’m not a… well, this.” You gestured to your body. “I don’t know how to act in this getup, I feel like my body looks like a sausage stuffed to tightly and my hair is being a dick on purpose.” You pursed your lips and casted your eyes down. He lifted your head gently and his eyes found yours – you instantly felt both a warmth and calm settle over you at the same time as a familiar heat warmed you, as his eyes flicked over yours. “You,” he said, running his hand down the length of your torso. “Are fucking delectable. I would bury myself in you until the world ends, if we were not already late for dinner.” You smirked. “That’s your fault.” He looked comically shocked. “How so?” “You’re the one who wanted to fuck in the elevator.” You said casually and kissed him, feeling your spirits already uplifted. He chuckled and slapped your ass gently, a promise for later and winked at you. “I hope you know that I’m nowhere near done with you, my love.” He assured you – you bit your lip and felt slick pool in your underwear, reminding you once again that you were going to dinner wit him in you. “I certainly hope not.” You whispered and placed a soft, longing kiss on his lips, his bottom lip between your teeth and you tugged it slightly. He snarled against you and grabbed your waist tighter. “Don’t fucking start, I don’t want to explain why I’ve got stains on my pants, Y/N…” he whispered against your lips. Your skin broke into goosebumps at his words. You shrugged with a smile and winked at him, stepping out of his embrace and grabbed your shoes. “I still think I look like a lardy sausage in a tiny casing.” You said over your shoulder as you went to the door. You heard him laugh as he followed you out. “Well, I personally can’t wait to rip the casing, then.”

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The restaurant was fancy with a big fucking F in front of it. Like, way fancier than you’d ever been near before – it terrified you slightly as you sat down on the chair a waiter had pulled out for you, and you honestly didn’t want to touch anything, just in case you broke something that would cost more than your life. Henry grinned at you and kissed the back of your hand as he sat down and weaved his fingers in between yours. “It’ll be fine, love.” He promised and you drew a deep breath, hoping to settle your nerves. He quirked an eyebrow at you and smiled understandingly. “Wine?” “Wine.” You repeated gratefully, and Henry called the waiter over, ordering a bottle of wine you wouldn’t dare try to pronounce the name of and turned his body to you. “Listen, just a warning…” You swallowed thickly. Shit. He saw your face and quickly reassured you. “No, nothing about them, it’s just…” He glanced at the window next to you. “We’ve got paparazzi, so we might have to ham up the PDA.” He grinned, clearly not at all bothered by it. “As if you wouldn’t have done that without it.” You laughed, nodding. “But yeah, no issue. Just nothing up my dress, please?” You said with a lick of your lips. His eyes narrowed playfully. “Damn.” He didn’t say anything else, but gracefully took the glasses of wine, the waiter had filled for you and handed you one, tipping his slightly to you. “To you, my love, ever gracious and beautiful.” You felt your cheeks heat up and tipped yours to him. “To you, for being your gorgeous self.” He blushed slightly before taking a sip. “Nobody actually really compliments me.” He looked thoughtful. “I’ve just realized that.” You frowned. That would simply not do, so you leaned closer to him, your lips grazing his ear. “You’re beautiful, Henry.” You whispered. He smirked and turned slightly, slanting his lips over yours. “Nothing compares to you, Y/N.” he said after pulling away, his forehead resting on yours. “It’s not a competition, you nerd.” You grinned, letting your hand run through his hair gently in a brief moment of privacy.

“Still a fan of PDA, I see.” A happy, male voice said, and you pulled away from each other to see a couple standing opposite you, huge smiles on their faces. Henry beamed and stood up, pulling the man into a tight hug. “Danny, it’s been forever!” He said happily before turning to the woman and hugging her tightly as well. He smiled and looked at you. “This is Y/N.” you smiled shyly and stood up, extending your hand to Danny. He ignored it, pulling you into a tight bearhug. “I’m so glad to meet you, Y/N! I cannot believe he’s kept you a secret so long!” He pulled away and looked accusingly at Henry, who had a boyish smile on his face. “We just wanted to wait a little with the introductions.” He simply said as Anna walked over to you and hugged you as well with a bright smile. “So good to meet you, Y/N.”

You all sat down, drinking wine, and eating while Henry and the couple caught up. “It’s been a nightmare, I tell you.” Anna groaned, taking a sip of her wine, and leaned back in her chair. “Danny’s great aunt or something is being an absolute horror show. She wants her fingers in everything from the flowers to the bridesmaids’ dresses. It’s awful.” She whined and Danny grabbed her hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “And apparently, the venue was booked out for years, so we had to find something else… I’ll tell you, if you two are getting married someday, don’t. Just elope.” You laughed and sucked in a breath as Henry’s hand found its way to your thigh, a finger dipping under the fabric of your dress. You glared at him but couldn’t hold the smile back. “We’ll keep it in mind.” He laughed. He leaned over, kissed you on your cheek and quickly, his finger slid further up, feeling the wet patch on your underwear. He growled lightly in your ear. “Does it feel good being filled with me, baby?” he whispered against your skin, and you had to fight yourself to not moan right then and there. He was dangerous. His finger left your heat just as fast as it had come, and you tried to gather yourself as Anna spoke. “So, Y/N, how’s it been? Now that this...” Anna pointed to the two of you. “Is public?” You sighed. At times, it was easy to pretend that all of this had started out real, not as a fabricated story that would probably follow you forever – the way you met, the way you spent time together, all of the things you’d heard and talked about was, in theory, fake and it hurt. “Oh, uhm… It’s… A lot.” You said with a smile. “I mean, I knew it probably would be because that’s just a given, but yeah, I hadn’t really considered the constant cameras. Or fans.” You bit your lip. “And also, the number of things he has to do every week is insane to me.” Henry cleared his throat. “Yeah, we- I mean, she has been handling this really well. I know it must’ve been tough, love.” You shrugged. “Not nearly as tough as it could’ve been.” Anna nodded. “So, can we get the story? I’m a sucker for romance, and our story is so boring.” You grinned at her. “I don’t know if ours is any better.” Henry gasped dramatically. “What? We were the truest definition of a meet-cute, Y/N!” You rolled your eyes. “Alright, you tell them, then.” He kissed your cheek. “Remember the last time, we saw each other?” Danny and Anna nodded. “I had told you both that love just wasn’t in the cards for now, and I’d focus on something, anything, else?” They nodded again and Henry smiled, his finger drawing circles on your thigh. “Well… There’s never a place or time for love, is there? It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single, flashing, throbbing moment.” He smiled softly at you. “And that’s what happened for me at least. It doesn’t matter much where or how, the logistics of it, because it all faded in the background the first time I heard her voice, really.” You felt hot and your breath was shallow. He glanced at you, a sincerity in his voice, that made it that much harder to breathe – or see straight. “So, I guess the meeting wasn’t really what mattered. I think I really just…” He trailed off, holding your gaze locked in his eyes. “Since you’ve been around, I smile a lot more.” You said – it was the furthest you could stretch yourself without falling over the words and say something you’d never be able to take back. Like a confession of love or something stupid like that.

He broke into a dazzling smile and Anna sighed happily, holding Danny’s hand in hers. “Can I ask you something, Y/N?” Danny asked. You turned to him with a smile. “Of course.”

“Can we convince you to stay forever? Sappy Henry is my favorite Henry.” He grinned and you couldn’t hold back the laugh, that tumbled over your lips. “You’ll need a bulldozer to move me.” You said with a smile.

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The ride back to the hotel was quiet, but comfortable. His hand had found your thigh again as soon as you both had settled in the car, clenching and releasing the skin slightly, causing you to grow wetter by the second. “I like them.” You stated. He grinned. “I knew you would. Danny definitely likes you.” You smiled softly at him, and he kissed your shoulder. “So, my mum wrote me back.” He said, glancing at you to gauge your reaction. “Mhm?” you mumbled, his fingers moving a little closer to your heat. He was irresistible. “Yeah. She’d like us to join them for dinner the day after tomorrow.” His teeth caught the sensitive skin on your neck. “Really?” You whispered, your hands wrangling themselves in his hair as you subconsciously opened your legs further, letting his fingers slide in under the hem of your underwear. “Would you want to go?” He whispered. You felt absolutely dirty, in the car with his fingers teasing you and talking about meeting his family at the same time. The tip of his thick finger slid inside of you, and you groaned, arcing your back. “Maybe I’ll give an answer, when you’re not in me.” You mumbled breathily. He chuckled darkly. “Deal.” The length of his finger was buried in you, and he moaned sinfully at the feeling of you, he scooted closer, letting his free hand undo his pants. “I’ve had a hard time controlling myself around you tonight, baby…” He whispered, lips like flames on your skin. You moaned again; your nipples perked against the fabric of the dress. He growled. “The thought of you being filled with me while we sat there, almost made me fuck you right there, on the table for everyone to see.” He mumbled. Your hand found his hard length and you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock. He moaned at the feeling and dipped another finger into you. You mewled at the feeling of his fingers languidly gliding in and out of you, like he had forever to do this. “I wanted to show everyone that looked at you, that you were mine.” He punctuated the last word with a deep thrust of his fingers in you and you trembled under his ministrations, completely lost in the feeling of him. You pumped your hand up and down his length and relished in the feeling of the velvet thickness against your skin. “I want to ruin you, love…” he finally said, adding a third finger and stretching you – you moaned his name, no longer caring if the driver heard you. “That’s right, you’re mine…” He kissed the swell of your breasts and bit the exposed skin.

As you were on your way to climb on top of him, the car slowed, and your eyes flew open. He groaned, clearly annoyed, and stuffed his hard cock back into his pants, removing his fingers from you with a satisfied smirk. You felt like you were burning up from the inside. “I guess we’ll wait a bit, my love.” He said, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. You nodded and bit your lip, the promise making you clench your thighs together to create some sort of friction. He laughed and helped you get out of the car, hiding his erection behind his suit jacket that he had carefully flung over his arm. Clever choice, since cameras were on you in the second you were out of the car, and he led you through the maze of people, cameras and microphones to the lobby, where you could finally breathe again.

His hand was on the small of your back al the way to the room, where he wrapped his arms around you and smirked, leaning in.

“Now where were we?”

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You groaned, trying to reach the top of the zipper to close your dress – it proved pretty useless, because your arms simply couldn’t bend that way. You huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of your face and looked at yourself in the mirror. The dress was one of Henry’s favorites. It was a soft pink dress with chiffon, lace and silk in different layers, a deep, plunging neckline and a simple band around the waist. It looked great on you – if you could get it closed.

“Henry?” You called from the bathroom and a few seconds later, he opened the door with a tie slung around his neck and his suit jacket open; he looked incredible. “Can you zip me?” You asked, turning around so your back was turned to him. He quickly zipped you and let his hands glide over your exposed shoulders to the chain around your neck; the necklace, he had given you, perfectly complimented the dress, and your breath hitched every time you saw it glinting in the lights.

“You look wonderful.” He mumbled behind you, and you turned to him with a smile, the dress billowing around you. “As do you.” You grinned, grabbing the tie and tied it, slightly adjusting it so it rested in the middle of his chest. He smiled back and kissed you softly, his hands dwarfing your face. “Are you ready for a wedding?” He asked happily, grabbing a strand of air between his fingers and pushing it behind your ear. You nodded although you felt a little tense about the whole situation. He could read you like a book. “What’s going on?” He inquired, sitting down on the rim of the bathtub. You sighed and glanced in the mirror – whoever was staring back at you weren’t someone you knew.

“I don’t know. I think it’s mostly because a wedding is an intimate thing, and I’ll be in some pf the photos and they barely know me.” You confessed. He frowned. “Darling, they want you there. Or they wouldn’t have asked.” He said convincingly. You shrugged. “I guess. It’s just…” You sighed and hugged yourself slightly. How could you explain that you felt like a fraud? Like whatever they saw wasn’t really you, and it wasn’t really your relationship. The dress wasn’t you. Everything seemed off kilter and it made you uneasy, as if something loomed in the horizon, that you couldn’t quite see just yet. “Just what, honey?” he asked, reaching for your hand. You gave it to him, and he tugged you closer to him, wrapping his arms around your hips and looked up at you. “I think I feel a little… Like not me.” You finally said. “I mean, I’m still me, but something is a little off and I have no idea what it is or why.” You gestured to your dress and sighed deeply. “This is so far removed from my normal reality, and it scares the absolute shit out of me that I can’t remember myself, when I look in the mirror. You do so much good for me, trying to make me feel more comfortable, and I can’t tell you how much I do listen, but…” Your words fell over each other on their way out, no way of stopping them. “I feel like it’s some sort of crazy dream and I’ll wake up tomorrow without it, because I’m too scared to let myself feel anything, even though I told you I was in. I’m in and it’s so fucking scary to be.” You finally finished, your chest heaving from the words, that felt like several boulders, that had tumbled out of you. Henry was quiet for a bit, his arms wrapped around you and his thumb rubbing gently up and down the small of your back. “I can’t say that I understand, because I don’t, but…” He smiled softly at you. “I hear you. You’ve been thrown into this world without, and you gracefully did it without hesitation. I would expect myself to topple a little if I had to do what you’ve done. I’m not…” He frowned a little, his hands a little tighter around you. “I’m not capable of understanding what you’re going through, but I promise I’ll be here. I know it’s scary, because it terrifies me as well, love.” He smiled at you, and you returned the smile shyly. “I’m terrified of feeling so deeply after such a short period of time, and it feels odd, knowing that the world knows one story about us, while we know another.” You nodded in agreement. He leaned forwards and kissed your stomach softly. “Normal reality is so many different things, and I know this is very far removed from what you’ve known so far, but can I at least try to make a new normal together?” He inquired, his voice faltering a little. You bit your lip and let your hands rest on the sides of his face. “Okay.” He sighed happily and stood up, kissed you gently and eld your gaze for a little. His eyes were burning you, embers of a slow burning fire behind them. “Let’s go get my friends married. After, we’ll go back here and order an obscene amount of desserts and watch stupid movies.” He said with a grin. You beamed at him. “That’s a plan, if I’ve ever heard one.”

The wedding was stunning. Anna looked like a supermodel in her dress, perfectly tailored to her body and the veil had draped gorgeously down her back as she walked to a wet-eyed Danny. The wows had been simple, but beautiful, and Henry had squeezed your hand as they exchanged the wows, a bright smile on his face. The reception and following party were being held in the grounds of some old castle, which had initially impressed you, until Danny dryly had told you, that there probably were more castles in England than there were cars.

As the evening fell, fairy lights lit up the tent, where the party was held, and you and Henry had been talking about something stupid, his laughter filling your heart, when a long-legged, black-haired woman came over wearing a very tight, probably very expensive, red dress, her eyebrow quirked and a snarky smirk plastered on her lips. Henry’s face fell immediately as he saw her, but greeted her nonetheless. “Henry, darling.” Her voice was soft and at first, it sounded warm, but there was an underlying cold to her, as she crossed her arms and put on a strained smile. “Cara.” He greeted, voice devoid of any type of mirth or warmth – something, you’d never heard before. This must be the ex. You let your hand rest on his thigh, squeezing gently, and his hand went over yours to intertwine his fingers with yours. He glanced at you with grateful eyes. She barely spared you a glance. “I was wondering when I’d catch you alone.” You seethed next to him. She had some nerve, especially with the way you were sitting – you couldn’t have been closer, unless you were on his lap. “I’m not alone, Cara.” He said firmly. She chuckled and cocked her eyebrow even higher as her eyes fell on you. “Ah, well. Can we talk, darling?” her voice was sickeningly sweet. He looked unimpressed. “I don’t think so.” He said calmly, but his fingers twitched around yours. “Oh, please, she can entertain herself for a few moments as we talk.” She emphasized the talk, as if that was the last thing on her mind. Henry smiled politely. “We don’t have anything to talk about.” His voice was clipped and she whined. “Fine. I’ll just ask here, then.” You bit the inside of your cheek as she leaned over the table, her cleavage right in front of Henry, who, thankfully, moved a few inches back to get away from her. Her perfume was heavy and you coughed a little – she shot you a glare, but turned her smile back on as she addressed Henry. “Darling, I thought it would be fun if we’d play a little catch-up, don’t you? Reminisce about the old days.” She winked at him and he rolled his eyes, anger seeping through the cracks in his hard exterior. “I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” You said sweetly, before Henry had time to answer. You plastered a smile to your lips and looked at her expectantly. Se huffed. “A pleasure.” She turned to Henry again and opened her mouth, but you cut her off with another fake, sweet smile. “Likewise. Henry hasn’t told me about you, so I’m sorry, but who are you?” You asked. She bristled and you knew your assumptions had been correct; she expected him to remember her and everyone else, he’d ever be romantically involved with, to fear her. “I’m Cara, Henry’s…” She smirked. “Let’s just say we were very close, sweetheart.” You nodded and pursed your lips, looking to Henry to see if he was okay with this. He gave you a nearly indiscernible nod and you plastered a bigger smile on your lips than before and extended your free hand to her. She shook it limply with three fingers. “I’m Y/N, Henry’s fiancée.” Henry coughed and spluttered, as he almost choked on his drink, but you kept your composure, sizing her up with a polite smile on your lips. She narrowed her eyes and her lips tensed. “Fiancée?” She asked, her voice cold. You nodded and smiled. “Yes, it’s pretty recent, so we’ve been quiet about it, right, love?” You asked Henry, who had gotten his breathing under control. “R-right.” He agreed. Cara glared at you. “I thought you just got together.” Henry shook his head, finally fully back to his charming self and hammed it up. “Oh, no, we’ve been together for about two years now, we just decided to go public recently.” He lied smoothly. You nodded and praised your lucky stars that you were wearing a ring, you’d inherited from your grandmother – a brilliant, round stone rested in the middle of the silver band, and you quickly switched it to your ringfinger before she noticed it wasn’t on the right finger. “Hmpf. I didn’t think you believed in marriage, Henry.” She said, her voice shaking a little. “Oh, I do. With the right

person.” You kissed his cheek and turned your eyes to her, tilting your head slightly. “I think it would be wonderful to get to know some of Henry’s old friends. We should go for drinks, Lara.” She seethed. “It’s Cara.” She turned on her heel and stalked away, going straight for the bar. You exhaled and turned to Henry.

“I’m so sorry, I just know those types, they won’t let up until you’re completely off the market. Is it okay?” He grinned at your flustered expression and kissed you. it was a different kiss this time. His lips glided against yours, his hand at the nape of your neck and he deepened the kiss, stealing your breath away. It felt profound in some way. He pulled away and smiled at you. “It’s great.” He finally said, kissing you softly again. You smiled against his lips as a soft song started to flow from the band. He kissed the back of your hand, still intertwined with his fingers and pulled you to your feet.

“May I have this dance, my love?” You grinned and followed him to the dancefloor.

The next morning you woke up, a tangled mess of sheets and Henry’s legs and you groaned as you turned to your bedside table, grabbing your phone and glancing at it. You shot straight up, the sheet falling from your chest as you heaved deep breaths – Henry stirred groggily besides you. “What’s going on, love?” He asked, sleep thick in his voice. You couldn’t speak, but merely handed him the phone, where he could read for himself.

HENRY CAVILL AND MYSTERY GIRLFRIEND ENGAGED!

And a picture of you and him, smiling as you left the airport, was proudly displayed under the headline.

Henry was about to say something, when his phone began to ring, just at the same time as yours did. You stared at each other.

“Shit.”

NEXT CHAPTER

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I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary:

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all?

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck.

Months? Years?

It felt like all time stood still when He found me.

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape.

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple.

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear”

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her”

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way”

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest. The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods.

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going.

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk.

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole”

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder.

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family.

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time.

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away.

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter.

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need.

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower.

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful.

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you.

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right.

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment.

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know.

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time.

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch”

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh.

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this” Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it. As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips.

Daryl

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise.

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that?

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them.

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us.

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact.

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field.

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall.

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?”

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?”

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now.

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N”

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink.

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad.

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy.

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside.

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often.

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away.

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him.

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip.

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?”

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me.

I barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him.

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him.

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck.

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them.

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head.

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare.

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it.

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation.

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch”

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size.

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out.

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine”

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him.

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now.

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released.

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before.

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door.

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him.

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away.

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?”

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you.

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit.

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed.

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you”

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out”

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face.

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya”

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again.

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep.

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep.

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done.

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!”

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks.

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing.

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left.

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight!

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Victory is Sweet || Miya Atsumu

After Atsumu’s raid on the Police Station, he comes back home to the penthouse to celebrate with his girl, and he brought a souvenir for you.

~ Words: 3.8k

~ NSFW 18+

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It was just after 10pm when you heard a heavy knock on the front door from upstairs that sounded like the police were here. You looked into the peephole to make sure that it wasn't and heaved a sigh of relief once you spotted the blonde through the space with a policeman's cap on his head.

You opened the door with a big smile on your face when you greeted him. "Ooh, how did it go? Did you knock em dead?" you practically squealed in excitement.

He skipped his way in before he kicked the door shut with his foot, his cackling immediately assuring you that you were correct.

"Oh, it was amazing, wish you could have been there," he said with a grin on his face. "Cleaned the whole place up, nice and easy, they didn't even see it comin'," he laughed and walked towards you. You were half listening to what he said but your attention was more confused on his police uniform and how it hugged the contours of his body so perfectly, like it was made for him, which was very ironic.

You snapped your head up to look at him just in time before he realized. "I'm impressed," you giggled. "I wish I could have seen the look on their faces," you added with a loud laugh that sounded much like his earlier one.

"They were such babies, couldn't hold a candle to anything I could do," he chuckled with you as his eyes met your lustful gaze, "which is why we're going to celebrate," he told you in a whisper before he laughed again. Your lips curled into a sly smirk the second those words came out of his mouth.

"I like the sound of that," you replied around a silky purr.

"Oh and I got a little gift for you," he said with a big grin before he removed the hat from his head and placed it on your own, and it fit snugly. "You're going to wear that while we fuck, think of it like as a souvenir for my hard work today," he told you, and you nodded your head in agreement because who were you to deny him?

Then in an instant, he leaned forward to press his lips against yours, the kiss was hard and insistent and demanding, just how you loved it. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip, and you could already feel the lukewarm heat spread through your body. It flooded your toes and fingers and pooled between your legs, stirring even further when his tongue passed over the swollen skin, the quiet groans against your teeth turning the stirring to a storm.

You both licked and nipped and sucked on each other's mouths and lips while he blindly staggered forward with you until he reached the room you two shared, plopping you down on the bed. He was quick to crawl atop your body.

"It's so rewarding coming home back to my girl after a long day," he cooed, his hands found the button on your pants and he undid it quickly before he yanked the zipper down in one swift motion. He pushed at your pants, your thighs peeking out from beneath the cotton, and you lifted your hips to shove them down the rest of your legs. "You proud of my work today, baby?" he drawled.

"Yes of course I am, you did so good," you praised and giggled when you saw a wide smile cross his face.

"I hope you don't mind, but you're wearing way too many clothes," he said before he practically tore off your blouse in one rapid motion, then repeated the same treatment to your bra which you didn't mind in the slightest. There was nothing like celebration sex with Atsumu after a successful day.

You squirmed as one of his strong arms wrapped around you, the fingers of his other hand tracing gently against the oddly sensitive spot beneath your ribs. His lips pressed to the swells of your breasts and—somehow, through the sensations—you noted that his fingers weren’t swirling randomly beneath your ribs, but in precise motions.

You gasped when the U was written on your flesh. The M had your toes curling, your back arching. If the U came, you didn't feel it, too lost in the heat. His groan echoed off the walls around you two when he lowered his head down and pressed his face to your bare breasts. Teeth brushed against your flesh, nibbling at the hardened buds, tongue soothing when they became irritated, and he listened to your sighs as your hand fell to rub against your panties, fingers tracing the warm outline of your center.

You moaned when he took a nipple into his mouth and your finger crooked a rather specific way, and that was it. You were lost in the haze, and willing to do whatever he wanted. His hands fell to find a strong grip on your thighs. A squeak escaped from between your swollen lips as he hefted you up against him, your breasts pressing against his collarbone. You wrapped one arm around his shoulders to keep yourself upright, but the other hand pressed beneath the collar of his shirt and into his skin, finding the spot behind his left collarbone that he enjoyed so much and massaging it urgently.

He answered by taking your shoulder between his teeth, and you couldn't stop your hips from jerking against his stomach, nor could you keep your moans in as he nipped away at your skin deliciously.

"Looks like you need new marks," he told you around a heavy breath as he glanced at the fading marks on your skin.

"Oh, fuck," you gasped, writhing against him as he sucked on your skin, dragging his teeth over the sensitive flesh. He blew against the marks gently, cooling the saliva there before dropping you down his body slightly and setting his mouth to your neck. "Atsumu," you uttered his name softly, your heels digging into the small of his back.

He sighed against you as his lips trailed up and down your neck several times, his teeth scraping every now and then. Slowly, he shuffled you both to the last stretch of the bed. When his shins bumped against the bed frame, his fingers left your thighs and hooked behind your knees before dropping you down onto the mattress, your back connecting with the soft sheets as you stared up at him. When your cop hat nearly fell off your head, he readjusted it to make sure it would stay still.

You sucked your lip between your teeth as your gaze wandered over him. There was a flush climbing up from his chest, tingeing the tips of his ears crimson. His chest rose and fell quickly, his hair was a mess, and the bulge in his pants was an enticing sight. You couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky.

He dropped to his knees in front of you and ripped your panties from your legs, his eyes finding yours and holding them as he dropped the undergarment to the floor and pressed his teeth to the inside of your knee, nibbling before moving further up your thigh. He took his time making his way towards the apex of your thighs, his fingers tracing up the inside of them as he pressed his mouth to the softer skin near your core. Nip, lick, suck, over and over, and you knew he was littering dark marks across your flesh.

Your back arched when his mouth came closer, sucking a mark rather close to your folds, and you wiggled your hips in an attempt to find relief—relief he wasn’t yet willing to offer.

"Please," you keened, your hips bucking upwards. His mouth paused when he heard your plea, and he pressed a gentle kiss to his final mark.

"You're so fucking cute when you get impatient like this," he chuckled against your skin before he pulled away. Finally—finally—he threw your legs over his shoulders and inched closer to you, his breath fanning over the wet heat between your legs. And then there were lips, and tongue, and his nose pressing in all the right places. A strangled sound fell from your lips as he pressed the flat of his tongue to you over and over in long, heavy strokes.

Your fingers traveled down over your breast and stomach to press against his shoulder, silently asking for his hand. Seconds later, his fingers curled around your own, and your nails dug into his palm as he pointed his tongue and pressed it between your labia, his teeth and chin a welcome pressure against your swollen sex. In and out, once, twice, countless times. He knew you—knew how much you enjoyed the sensation, and the warmth of his smooth tongue.

His hand—the one not being destroyed by your own—traveled up your body, taking a breast into his palm and flicking his long, talented fingers over your nipple. You could hardly breathe. You tucked your lips between your teeth and bucked against his face, your open hand falling to bury your fingers in his hair and press him against you. When he moaned, you felt it, and you wanted nothing more than to fall apart before him.

His tongue didn't stop his attentions. Soft, tentative licks were brought upwards until he found the hard button at the top, but he didn't touch it. He teased, because he loved messing with you. Close, but not close enough. You didn't notice his hand left your chest and drifted down your body as you focused on the feel of him around your clit. Not until you felt a finger press into the spot his tongue had abandoned.

"Fuck, Atsumu!" you cried.

A slow slide, the drag of his digit against your walls. Your chest heaved when he pressed with another finger, and then stroked and searched attentively for the spot he knew would cause you to become a babbling mess of sensation. When he finally found it, you felt you were choking on air, your lungs unable to find enough oxygen to satisfy.

You both knew what was next—what you needed in order to become putty beneath him—it was just a matter of figuring out how much he would prolong it. Thankfully, not long, because he breathed against you once more before covering you with his mouth and flicking his tongue against your clit. Then in an instant, every muscle, bone, tendon in your body went rigid, waves of pleasure running through your insides, and your hand rose so your teeth could bit into the skin of your palm.

Though, it muffled your scream, it was still louder than you wanted, but you found yourself unable to care as your thighs clenched around his ears, shaking with the force of your orgasm as your essence fell on his clever tongue. He lapped at you as you continued to convulse, and his hand tightened around yours, grounding you.

Slowly, you came down from your high, and your muscles went lax. His lips pressed kisses to the marks on the insides of your thighs. It took a moment, but your ability to speak returned, and the first thing you did was swing your heel weakly against his back.

"Tease," you mumbled against the back of your hand. You could feel him grin against your thigh, and it was both a great pleasure and a great irritation. Gently, he pushed your legs from his shoulders and stood. He used his heels to quickly remove his shoes, and then his knees were pressing yours upwards as he crawled over you.

"You look so flushed, baby," he pointed out cheekily, one of his arms propping him over while his other hand smoothed over your ribs, stroking your breasts.

"Asshole," you said in playful tone.

"Bitch," he retorted.

With a peal of laughter, you reached up and began to attempt to undo the snaps and buttons on his dress shirt with fingers still shaky from your orgasm. What you lacked in finesse—at least for the moment—you more than made up for with enthusiasm, and soon the shirt was open and being pushed past his shoulders. He knelt over for a moment, but once his chest was bare he was over you again, leaning down to tenderly press his lips to yours.

"I need you so much," you muttered against his smile, your fingers combing through the fine hairs over his pectorals.

He took your bottom lip between his teeth and swept his tongue across it before leaning back, his eyes glinting as they found yours.

"Oh we're getting there," he promised in a gravelly tone. With some of your strength and a grin returning, you leaned up and kissed him once more before giving his shoulder a gentle shove. He rolled off of you and landed heavily on his back. You followed, your arms on either side of his chest as his arms reached up to stretch, pulling muscles and skin taut. His back arched momentarily, ribs brushing against your nipples. When he settled back down on the mattress and caught your infatuated gaze, he flashed you a smug grin.

"Get over here," he rasped. You snorted as you moved to kneel between his thighs, his calves hanging over the edge of the bed, and then focused your attention on the button and zipper on his pants. When they were loosed enough, you tucked your fingers beneath the waistband and pulled them down as far as they could with your position, along with his underwear. His member—hard and heavy—freed itself and fell against his stomach, twitching and smearing clear liquid against his skin.

Your eyes dropped to his erection, heat curling your toes. Your gaze reluctantly left his shaft to move to his eyes, and you found him propped up on his elbows, watching you with wide eyes, large pupils, and his tongue poking out from between his lips. His natural flush had darkened, his chest and shoulders painted red. You rubbed the pad of your thumb against the underside of his cock and he released a sharp intake of breath upon the gesture, and a shallow thrust as he leaned his head back.

Taking your lip between your teeth, you shifted to allow your thighs to generate a small friction against your center and squeezed your fingers gently around his cock, stroking from base to tip with a practiced fluidity. He moaned beneath you, hips rising to meet your strokes as his breath came faster.

"I said, get the fuck over here," he hissed out. His hand came down a moment later, grabbing at your shoulder and pulling you up. Your knees came to rest on either side of his waist as your sex gently settled over his erection, your arousal coating him as you leaned your hands on his chest. Whimpers erupted from both of you when his hips pressed upwards.

His hands grabbed at your hips as you shuffled atop him only to move them to your chest when you began rolling your hips. His fingers kneaded, stroked, his thumbs pressing over pert nipples and making you shudder and dig your fingernails into his shoulders.

"Oh fuck, yes," he groaned. His hands left your chest to once more grip your waist, pulling you downwards as he pushed his feet to the floor and the backs of his shoulders into the mattress, rolling himself against your slit. When your hat nearly fell from your head, you pulled it on tighter and pressed it back down which made him emit a laugh in amusement.

You leaned further over him—angled yourself so his tip rolled over your clit with every thrust of his hips—and couldn’t stop the strangled moan that dripped from your tongue. Every slow drag built the tension growing in the bottom of your stomach. It rose and rose and rose, and you found yourself rising up on your knees shakily, your breaths ragged as you reached down with both hands, taking his erection in one and spreading your folds with the other.

A string of garbled words left his throat as you shifted your knees slightly and pressed the head of him to your slick opening. Slowly but surely, you sank down, feeling the press of him on every inch of you, the slide of heat that pulled at you until you were seated on him. You willed your hands to move steadily as you smoothed them over his chest, shoulders, ribs, needing to feel him everywhere.

"Oh fuck, keep going, that's it," he said between long, heavy breaths, a glint in his eyes as they pierced yours, and it spurred you on. You smiled, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into his skin, your heart swelling.

You could hear him take in his breaths as he tried to control them, both inhaling and exhaling through his nose. A quiet moan left you when you leaned over him, your lips covering his own, tongue finding his in breathy gasps and warm, wet strokes. Hands reached for each other and fingers laced together when you settled back on your knees, palms pressing as you better arranged your legs.

And then, leaning your weight against his hands to give yourself some leverage, you lifted yourself. Your muscles clenched around him as his shaft dragged tantalizingly against your walls, his fingers squeezed, your thighs trembled. Breathy curses shot from his tongue as you wiggled your hips and began to sink down against him once more. It was slow—too much so. At this rate, you two would either be interrupted or drive each other mad.

Reluctantly, you pulled your fingers from between his and planted your palms firmly against his chest. His own fell against your hips, eyes catching yours, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. He thrust his hips upwards, nudging himself that small bit deeper inside of you and pulling a moan from your throat.

With fingers pressing into muscles and supple skin, you both moved together. He lifted to aid your tensing thighs as you pressed down when his hips rose to meet yours. Breath left both of you quickly as he thrust up into you over and over. Your eyes fell from his to look down your body, to your breasts, to watch his cock delve into you. Though, you—at some point, somehow—had come to hold yourself stationary above him, he had set a pace, rising to meet you.

His grunts echoed in your ears, and your toes curled. He pushed up inside you once more and released your hips to pull your chest to his, wrapping his arms around you before rolling you two, pressing you back into the sheets. Though one of his hands remained curled behind your back—arching you against him—the other planted itself on the mattress, and he used it for leverage as he pulled back before pounding into your slick heat once more.

Your mouth fell open in moans and whimpers as he pressed into you. You cursed, a groan against the skin of his shoulder, followed by his name in two separate, stuttered parts as your legs spread further and your ankles hooked against the back of his thighs. Every thrust dragged his torso along yours. Chest hair brushed over your nipples, his abdomen riding along your stomach, and still he wasn't close enough. Your hands found his back and pressed him down onto you. With every movement, he would stutter briefly before curving his spine and digging into you even further, and every muscle in your body would clench.

When the rhythm he set began to falter, his teeth found your neck to leave more marks. He could write his name on your forehead so long as he didn't stop. You could feel yourself tightening around him, and you dug your fingers into his back, lifting your hips to meet his every thrust.

You were sitting on the edge, and he must have known it, because he settled the length of his body completely along yours and dropped the hand that had been propping him to slip between your bodies. His fingers ran across the slick skin at the spot you both joined before rising to press against your clit. You leaned in and bit into his shoulder as he rubbed small circles around the nub. His fingers twitched in a specific way, his cock rammed into you and—with a high-pitched noise you would be ashamed of later—you fell.

You felt wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure through your core, and every part of your body found some way to cling to him; your hands scrabbled against his back, ankles dug into the back of his legs. You wanted to scream—more than anything you wanted to scream—but your throat felt like it had collapsed as your jaw locked on his shoulder. The pads of his fingers continued to massage your clit, his cock still thrusting into you at a stuttered pace, and you continued to fall apart beneath him.

He tumbled over the edge with you, a strained grunt echoing in your ears as his hips rammed against yours one final time. His thighs jerked and he pulled you tighter against him, spilling himself into your tight heat.

Together, the two of you went limp, bodies twitching and sending aftershocks up your spines as you laid together. It took several moments for your breathing to return to a normal pace. Only then did Atsumu allow himself to slip from you, his breath a heave, and he settled lower on your body, his hand dropping to rest on your chest. Your hands were shaky as they rose to run through his hair. A contented moan vibrated against your collarbone and you smiled before repeating the motion with one hand and allowing the other to draw lazy circles between his shoulder blades.

"You were so good today," you praised, your voice still not completely there. "You definitely earned that."

His lips curved in a smile, and you could feel it against your skin. He purred in approval, "Of course, I always do."

He nuzzled his head into your breasts before he peppered wet, sloppy kisses on the soft mounds. You laughed airily and dropped your head back against the mattress. You sighed happily as your fingers continued to pull his hair from his forehead and felt his fingers—still somewhat shaky—trace patterns into the skin on the side of your rib cage.

Exhausted, the two of you curled on the bed, and he told you all about his raid on the Police Station, laughing as he recalled the events just before he came home to you, foreheads finding each other, fingers stroking. You could feel the rest of the world fall away, and losing yourself in the moments like these—like the laughter, the smiles, the tender looks—made your crazy, wild, unbelievably fun relationship with the blonde even more worth it.

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criTICAL ROLE SPOILERS (and art) BELOW :>

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“You look over your shoulder at the roiling storm, and you see another figure, standing where you were. At a glance it’s a man, older, refined, walking proudly into the tempest before he’s gone.”

“Honey you’ve got a big storm comin’”

IS ANYONE GONNA TALK ABOUT THE LAST 5 MIN OF EP 3?!?!?!?

Oh man. I knew he was gonna die too but it has so much weight. And can’t forget a foreboding dream sequence too. Rip grandpa. Stabbed to death in an ally while tryin to piss. I really liked his character. Interested to see who Travis plays next.

#critical role #critical role fanart #bertrand bell #critrole #session 3 #critical role season 3 #critical role spoilers #critical role campaign 3 #cr spoilers #dawnsart

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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Koala Girlfriend w/ Akaashi, Kuroo, Kita and Ushijima

Request: Can I request Akaashi, Kuroo, Kita and Ushijima with a girlfriend who loves to cling to them like a koala while they are doing things around the house?

A personal favorite, even though I don’t have a s/o if I had one this would be my go to cuddling position. Sorry for not posting the last couple of days I just wasn’t feeling very well and I didn’t have motivation. Hope you like it. Love ya 💖💖💖

masterlist

rules

warnings: fluff.

Akaashi Keiji

-Oof pretty boy comin through.

-This man, this godly man, oof.

-He is usually very tired and loves recharging with some cuddles.

-He would love it if he could just stay wrapped around you for the rest of eternity but alas his editor duties sadly call him and he has to get up at some point.

-You always felt iffy disturbing him while he worked so only when you were very touch starved you would give him a small peck as you passed by his desk.

-But lately you felt so needy and clingy with him, wanting to sit on his lap 24/7, no sexual intentions whatsoever.

-So you just wordlessly pushed his chair back and took your seat in his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and legs hanging loosely around his waist.

-He didn’t even question it, he kissed you on the forehead before resting a hand on your waist and going back to work letting you doze off on his shoulder.

-When he wanted to get up though he contemplated whether or not he should let you go, temporarily of course.

-He decides against it, nudging you lightly with his chin and whispering you to hang on as he got up and went to the kitchen, fixing you both cups of hot cocoa and caring them back to his study.

-It became a routine after that.

-No matter what he was doing, if he wanted to cuddle you he would.

-You never complained of course, nuzzling into his chest as he relaxed in his chair, giving him kisses as a sign of gratitude every now and again.

-Boy really wouldn’t even ask you before picking you up.

-If he knew you weren’t busy he would just come up to you and grab your hands, bringing them around his shoulders while you wrapped your legs around his waist knowing exactly what he was asking for.

-Sometimes he would ask you to move to his back, especially when he was doing something that wanted his undivided attention.

-That happened when he wanted to cook or cut something and baby didn’t want to accidentally hurt you.

-This cuddly habit rarely turned sexual, like 1/20 of the time.

-He liked the warmth and the familiarity that your cuddles provided and he would prefer to fall asleep rather than get frisky.

-Bokuto caught you two once and he couldn’t wait to ask his s/o if they could do it with him.

-He came crashing through your door, taking advantage of the spare key he had, after one failed practice game.

-Since his s/o was out of town, he needed someone to get him out of his emo mode.

-He came face to face with an Akaashi and a koala you, getting a glass of water from the kitchen, both of you caught like deer in headlights at his sudden intrusion.

-He wouldn’t shut up about it for months after that.

Kuroo Tetsuro

-This little shit.

-He is very affectionate with you.

-He treasures you, words cannot describe how much love he has for you.

-But he is a tease so when you try to initiate things he will get that stupid smirk on his face saying how can’t resist him.

-This always leads to you staring at him with a dead expression before getting up and leaving the room, making him run after you.

-You are not mad of course.

-He knows though when you really need him, when you really need cuddles and comfort so when times like that roll around he won’t say anything to you.

-He’ll just sit back and hold you close to him, running his palms up and down your sides, kissing the crown of your head every few minutes.

-He found out about your koala nature when he got up with you in his arms during one of those times.

-You immediately hugged him closer and nuzzled your face in his neck while he made a snack for the both of you.

- “You like that don’t you?”

-You just left a kiss on the column of his neck and went back to nuzzling your boyfriend.

-He let out a chuckle and he knew that this would become daily because he too loved it.

-Things will turn sexual most of the time.

-He knows when to not initiate anything like that while you clung to him so don’t worry my mans has restraint.

-If he’s not sure if you wanna do the do or not he will kiss you on the spot right under your ear and that will determine the outcome of the night *lmao*.

-He is the one who will ask you to wrap around him while he does some house work.

-You will be chillin in your room scrolling through your phone when he will storm into the room and spread his arms wide open saying a single “up”.

-Before you know it you are in his arms, your phone still in hand as one of his arms has circled your waist supporting you.

-He is muscular so he won’t ever get tired of having you in his arms.

-He answers video calls with the team, he will be in a zoom meeting with you still in his arm and will open the door to the delivery guy to pay him with you still wrapped around him like a sweater.

-Even falls asleep with you like that, back pressed against the couch, his head resting on his shoulder as he dozes off, feeling the safest he has ever felt.

-Yall can see how much those news I got from tik tok have affected me, like shit.

-Kenma says that it’s disgusting but he does it with his s/o in secret so he be LYIN.

-His s/o let it slip at some point and Kuroo has been rubbing salt on the wound ever since, RIP Kenma.

Kita Shinsuke

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

-THE LATEST EPISODE OF HIM CRYING GHOQHROD.

-Anyways.

-Baby is respectful.

-Above all he wants for you to be comfortable and relaxed so even if he really really wants to cuddle you he will wait for confirmation.

-So don’t expect anything like the other two idiots.

-He won’t just pick you up and go about his day, no no.

-Kita will ask for a hug, he will ask if he can hold you no matter how weak or worn down he feels.

-He doesn’t want to burden you with his worries so when days get hard he will ask you for some comfort but you have to sense it for yourself so you can cuddle him more.

-He likes having control over his life and when things pile up on him and he feels like drowning he thinks that he shouldn’t worry you with it.

-You can feel it though.

-His aura changes and he has that little wrinkle in between his eyebrows.

-So you will slowly wrap your arms around his waist and squeez, trying to pass on to him all of your love and reassurance you think he might need.

-You start your koala acts when you two were in bed and you didn’t want to get up because it was just so warm and comfortable.

-Who would want to get up?

- “Y/N, angel, I need to get up.”

- “But you are warm Shin….”

-So he just sighs and wraps his arms around your waist.

- “Hold tight then.”

-With the ease of a greek god, he stood up with you in his arms and went to make breakfast.

-You giggled all the time, hugging him tighter and leaving multiple kisses on his neck, cheeks and shoulder, making him let out a few chuckles.

-You might have exchanged some more passionate kisses as he made breakfast and I don’t blame you, he is irresistible.

- “Shin, I know that things get hard for you sometimes and I want to be there for you at every turn. So please don’t hesitate to ask for comfort or ask anything from me in general. I love you and if hanging onto you like a baby koala means I’ll get to see that smile on your face then so be it. I like it here.”

-He was left speechless after that.

-He followed your advice after that day, coming home in a bad move and just asking for koala time.

-His grandma caught you two once and she squealed so high you thought she pierced your eardrums.

-She was beyond happy for her little boy, seeing him so loved and appreciated warmed her heart.

- “Young love warms my old bones.”

-It’s all chuckles and giggles and lovestruck looks after that.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

-Big boy hours.

-He is tall and muscular so how could you NOT want to climb this tree.

-He doesn’t get your infatuation with his height and muscles and your impulse of wanting to climb on him but he will allow it.

-Because you are cute and he loves you and he would do anything to make you giggle and smile like a five year old.

-He will be standing in the kitchen making coffee or something when you sneak attack him from behind.

-You cling to his back, your arms wrapped around his broad shoulders and legs around his waist as you try to balance yourself on his back.

- “Good morning to you too darling.”

- “Mhm”

-He will continue with his morning routine as usual, moving you from his back to his chest and sitting on the living room couch, opening the TV and chillin for about an hour.

-When he has to go out for his daily run you have to let go of him although begrudgingly.

- “Don’t pout, Y/N darling.”

-You do though and he has to kiss the pout off your face.

-He likes picking you up on his own, without having to wait for one of your attacks.

-He most likely just came home from training and he is tired, he’ll immediately pick you up and take you into the shower with him, having a lovely bubble bath with you.

-He is silent most of the time but he likes humming your favorite songs while he has you in his arms.

-He knows it calms both of you so of course he will do it.

-Tendou loves teasing him about this cute coupley(?) habit you two have.

-He visited you one day and Ushijima was just standing in your living room with you wrapped around his torso while he watched a match.

- “Wakatoshi-kun I didn’t know you got a pet.”

-Tori is a little shit so of course he would call you that, what else did you expect?

- “That’s Y/N. Satori-kun.”

-Clowned you to your old friends from school by taking a pic and just sending it to everyone and their mothers.

-Semi photoshopped it and put Santa hats on your heads and sent it to you as a christmas card.

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crimsonandcloverwrites · 3 years

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bhah ch3 reread u know the drill

what is Jamie doing with all this oil I am concerned

god the tension of knowing Jamie is there but not talking to her but Dani probably secretly hoping she will

aww is she picking up more wonder woman comics for mikey?? cute

gah I love that they slip back into playful banter so easily despite everything going on

also 10/10 that the gays in town would be trying on the tackiest sunglasses in the service station (and 12/10 that Jamie actually brought them)

Dani Carson car adventures!! i would read a whole 20k word chapter just on that

sdfkjdshjfhd Dani throwing herself to the ground when she sees Jamie in the supermarket I’m losing it

“Yeah and then she left” ouch

THREE GAYS IN A SUPERMARKET WHAT WILL HAPPEN

aww Jamie Carson reunion tooooo cute

oh my god the tension of them standing back to back trying not to touch lmao

Jamie rly is the teeniest in town huh

Dani getting all protective and mad over Mikey having to sit outside school is v sweet

Jamie to the rescue how cute

Jamie’s collarbone: hello. Dani’s gay panic: LOOK AWAY

also sdkjfhdkjhg Jamie working w her hands is so hot we need more fics just talking about her getting dirty. for the good of the nation

there is so much going on here the cute teasing Dani feeling all weird abt their whole dynamic jamie giving her looks the engagement ring I am not equipped to process all of it

“you think there are secrets in this town?” just ur burning love for each other ladies!

once again mechanic!jamie... i am compromised

aww Dani bby literally does not know what to do with herself. the juxtaposition of the depth of their relationship and the little moments of familiarity with the awkwardness of people who don’t really know each other properly anymore is so fucking well done here

Eddie’s “honey I’m home” moment carrying her over the threshold afkjhsdkjf good for him

Dani and this house got beef huh

Dani: sometimes things with Eddie just don’t feel right but I’m sure that’s fine. Dani when she loses a tiny piece of her relationship w Jamie: level 5 meltdown. Literally the theme of this fic is “honey you got a big storm comin” and I love it

this dig at pineapple on pizza........ offensive

“Instead, she reset her mask, pulled the rope to part the stage curtains, and tied the other end around her neck.” Jesus.

“the other part of Dani, the part that never knew how to stop missing Jamie” i will cryyyy

starting a gofundme for Dani’s car asap

Eddie putting the moves on I can’t look. but lmao when he finds a girl that’s actually into him and wants this kind of attention his whole world is gonne be rocked

can we get Dani some therapy pls this is not how u should feel abt the person ur gonna marry. or about yourself

*gasp* the wontons mixtape

hmmmm I’m Not in Love and A Case Of You really are a one-two punch huh

lol I just went to play them and I was apparently in the middle of listening to Stop Making This Hurt by The Bleachers which feels... apt

fuck. making a mixtape for someone truly is peak romance huh? music my beloved

hmmm i just realised that this timeline parallels the flashback chapters w a new Taylor in school in each how cool. and also Nan vs Jamie taking on responsibilities w these kids and stepping up for them in their own way pls my emotions

aahh the coffee date I kinda forgot how fast Dani made this relationship rekindle bless her

wait clara and horace does that mean abigail is in Dani’s class too??? she lives??

a reserved sign pls that’s so cute

OWEN! god I love the levity and banter w Jamie he brings to fics

there is just so much fondness between them it always shines through no matter what they’re talking about I love it

this backpacking chat... envisioning Dani n Jamie once Mikey is grown up going on a big tour of europe together n fufilling Dani’s dreams

the fact that Jamie was drawn back to this place... by what hmmmm ms taylor. by what

oof this really is a painful rehashing of the past huh.

“star hike” lmao

"I can fix it." "You can't." OUCH

ooft just rip the bandaid right off. “I missed you. Everyday.” god my heart

arguing in an alley behind the pharmacy that’s gay rights

"Because if it was going to end, then I wanted it over quickly!” jamie ‘everyone always leaves so I cut them off before they can hurt me‘ taylor everyone. I am not doing well

ok with the context of like... everything from the future chapters this scene hits even harder than the first time i read it jesus

still can’t get over Dani ‘trying not to recall the memories of the last time they were in this room together’ was Jamie absolutely falling to pieces in her arms *screams forever* i remember reading that line and imagning so many things it could have been and yet yall went for the ultimate stab to the heart bravo

god I’m just thinking about how much they’ve both changed in those 10 years and how much they’ve stayed the same and just. god the way they’re so drawn to each other still!!!! i can’t even comprehend

blue schrunchie cherished friend

i feel like there is a significance to the red door I cant place and all my brain will provide is “you, me, her” but polyamory adventures is probably not the direction this is going

Jamie like “want a tour of ur future home babe? lets go” (I do love how enchanted Dani is by all of it though)

gah I love Jamie and Mikey together soooo much

find u a person that eats all the foods u don’t like. pickle soulmates

heh “Miss Dani” poor Mikey is goin through it lolol

they are all so cute together i love this lil sunday afternoon family

“Dani kept her gaze fixed on Jamie for just a second longer, studying her profile” gay

there has been several mentions of Jamie’s unreadable/blank expressions this chapter and I can’t stop laughing at her losing her mind over how much she loves Dani and trying to keep it in check every time

THEY’RE FRIENDS AGAIN

AND THEY’RE HUGGING OH HAPPY DAYS

oooh the sandalwood cologne

idk why this Jamie Eddie handshake is making me laugh so much but I love them

Eddie pulling Dani in closer to himself when Jamie’s there..... he knows

staying awake until 2am to finish rereading gay fanfiction... clownery (but fun!) goodnight

#bhah #silly time

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soniaxdixon · 3 years

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The New World; Series, pt. 5

Sorry this one is a bit late, I actually have an idea for a one shot so expect that hopefully either later tonight or tomorrow. Also, should I start using a prompt list to write drables and one shots. If yes, please tell me which ones. Thank you! and as always, thank you so much for reading!

pt 5 of ??

Words: 1546

Warnings: swearing, a little bit of angst, Shane being a dick

Waking up in Daryl’s strong arms was something out of your wildest dreams. Feeling him stir behind you as you gently removed his arm from around your waist, you forced yourself out of the bed, turning to look at his peaceful face. You had never seen him this content. You stretched your arms above your head, yawning before you sat back down on the bed carefully. You reached your hand over to Daryl and ran your fingers through his hair, waking him up slowly.

“Morning.”

“Mornin’” The smile that graced Daryl’s lips made your heart skip a beat. His gravelly voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m gonna go and have a shower.”

“Another one?”

“You wanna join me?” Within seconds Daryl was up and pulling his clothes off haphazardly, you chuckled at this sight, a complete juxtaposition to how shy he was the night before. He followed you into the bathroom like a lost puppy as you both enjoyed the hot water in the morning.

He got out of the shower first, drying off and changing into his jeans and a button up with no sleeves. He pushed his feet into his boots as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped yourself in your towel. He couldn’t help but stare at you, his eyes roaming down your body as water droplets ran down your legs.

“You’re beautiful.”

You felt your cheeks run red as you looked up into the archers eyes.

“Imma head over to the dining room, ya comin’?”

“I’ll just get changed, meet you there in a bit.”

He nodded and proceeded to unlock the door, closing it quietly behind him. You threw yourself on the bed, your lips curled into the biggest smile as you closed your eyes and thought of everything you had just experienced.

Daryl walked towards the group who were all sitting around the table as T-Dogg made breakfast. He sat down in the last available chair across from Rick. He couldn’t help but look up at Rick and think about how you were going to tell him about what you and Daryl now shared. Would you want to tell him, maybe you wanted to keep this all a secret, maybe you were embarrassed about Daryl. His mind raced through thoughts of doubt until you walked into the room and flashed him the brightest smile and all his worries melted away. You looked around for a space at the table for you but there were none, you walked towards Daryl as he realised you were looking for a place to sit, he went to push out of the chair but you stopped him, instead choosing to sit on his lap. His heart jumped and his whole body stiffened at the sudden public affection but his hands soon found your waist holding you closer to him, slowly growing more confident.

Rick looked up suddenly choking on his food, coughing sporadically as his mind attempted to work out the picture in front of him. Lori looked at him laughing as he struggled to fathom how you and Daryl ended up in this position.

“What in the hell is goin’ on here?” He finally said pointing towards you and Daryl.

“Rick, calm down.” You sternly stared your brother down as he shot daggers at Daryl. Daryl struggled to keep eye contact with the man as his palms grew itchy, he pulled his hands away from your waist rubbing them on his thighs. You looked down at the sudden loss of contact, placing your hands on top of his where they rested on his thighs as if to reassure him. Your eyes shot back up to Ricks where you mouthed ‘shut up’ to him, earning an eye roll from the sheriff.

One of Daryl’s hands found your waist again as you all sat and ate your breakfast. Eventually Rick spoke up.

“Has anyone seen Shane?”

Now you found yourself choking on your food. You felt Daryl’s grip on your waist tighten as your breath hitched in your throat. You spoke, barely above a whisper.

“Not since last night.”

“Is he alright?”

Daryl felt his blood boil, “He’ll be fine.”

“Now what’s that supposed to mean?” You could hear the anger in ricks voice, the anger he was showing towards Daryl. You placed your hand on top of Daryl’s hand that secured your waist.

“He attacked me last night, Rick.”

“Nah, he wouldn’t do that, you’re like family to him.”

“Don’t fucking put what I said down, he attacked me. In the rec room.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m telling you that he tried to come onto me last night, that he forced me up against a wall, that he forced himself on me, slammed me to the point where I couldn’t breathe but Daryl saved me. He probably isn’t here right now because his face is all bloody and bruised but he fucking deserved it.” Tears stung your eyes as you confessed all of this in front of everyone. Rick’s eyes softened as he looked at your tears that threatened to fall. His eyes flicked to Daryl, then back to you.

“We’ll talk more about this after, y/n.”

“There isn’t anything more to say.” You stood up and began to walk back to your room when you were met face to face with Shane, standing in front of your door. You were right, his face was bloody and bruised.

You froze for a second before slight panic set in and you began to run back towards Daryl, a tight grip on your arm stopped you as you flipped back around, facing Shane.

“y/n wait!”

Before you could stop yourself, you ripped your arm away from him and kicked him hard in the shin, forcing him back as you ran again, rounding the corner to the dining area. Daryl stood up so quickly that his chair flew back as he hurried over to you. When Shane entered the dining room Daryl guided you behind him, standing in front of you like a human shield.

“I thought I fuckin’ told ya last night, ya lay a hand on her again and I’ll fuckin’ kill ya.” You had never heard such anger in Daryl’s voice, it was terrifying. Before he had the chance to do anything Rick had stepped in the way, storming over to Shane.

“You touched my baby sister last night? That true?”

“Listen man, I’m sorry, it wasn’t like that, I don’t know what came over me, ya know I would never do anything to hurt her.”

Daryl chimed in, “Yeah right, prick, that’s why she’s runnin’ away from ya.”

“I was just going to her room to apologise.”

You moved to stand next to Daryl, your hand linking with his as you spoke up “You think an apology is going to fix this Shane? Go fuck yourself.”

“I’ll deal with you later.” Rick whispered harshly to Shane.

Soon after, Jenner walked in and was instantly questioned by Dale and Andrea. He led you all into the big room, you followed Daryl, your hand staying enclosed in his.

You stood to the left of the group as Jenner brought up images of a brain on the big screen. Daryl stood behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. His sudden need to show affection to you in front of the group had butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Rick glanced over to you before setting his eyes back on the screen.

You all watched intently as Jenner explained about electrical impulses in the brain, skipping forward to ‘the first event’ where the patient, ‘test subject 19’ died.

“It invades the brain like meningitis.” You gripped Daryl’s arms at the words, starting to think of the people you had lost. Jenner scanned to the second event.

“It restarts the brain?” Lori asked as you all watched the stem relight. You continued to listen to Jenner’s strained explanation.

“You have no idea what it is do you?” Andrea chimed in. The realisation set in that Jenner truly didn’t know anything about the disease or what it meant for your future.

“Man I’m gonna get shit-faced drunk, again.” Daryl said, his arms leaving you as he started pacing. Then Dale spoke.

“Dr Jenner, I know this has been taxing for you and I hate to ask one more question, but, that clock, it’s counting down. What happens at Zero?

“The basement generators, they run out of fuel.” With that, Jenner began walking away, Rick asked the computer system to explain what he meant.

“VI, what happens when the power runs out?”

“When the power runs out, facility wide decontamination will occur.”

Now it was your turn to start pacing as Rick, Glenn, T-Dogg and Shane went to search for the generators. You felt your head grow lighter, feeling as though you were about to pass out. You hastily made your way back to your room, lying down on the bed.

Daryl came in, bottle in hand as he threw himself on the bed next to you, entangling your fingers with his. Then the lights went out. You both shot up, Daryl hopped off the bed and stuck his head outside the door. “Hey what’s goin’ on, why’s everything turnin’ off?”

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Right Round

Set somewhere in between seasons 10 and 11, this idea came to me as I listened to Right Round on my way to work one day.

Hope you enjoy!

Mulder and Scully, helping out on a case, are sent to a strip club to question a witness. Mulder is very uncomfortable and Scully enjoys every second of it.

Mulder walked into the house, the door slamming behind him. He tossed his jacket on the couch, and went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of beer. He pulled it from the fridge and opened it, drinking half of it down in a few large gulps.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, for what felt like the hundredth time that day, before taking another drink. He shook his head as he wiped his mouth, thinking of the past few hours, the situation he found himself in, and the sheer happiness he saw on Scully’s face at his expense...

They were working a case, helping out on one actually, and were sent to question a witness. When they pulled into the parking lot, Mulder’s stomach dropped seeing where they would find their witness.

“You sure this is the right address, Scully?” he asked, groaning out a sigh. He gripped the steering wheel and then put his head on it. He heard her chuckle and he groaned again.

“7614 Hunter Avenue, yup, this is the place,” she said, laughter in her voice. “Why are you worried, Mulder? It could be any one of the establishments here.”

“You know as well as I do, that it won’t be. It will be that one just as sure as the sun is shining,” he said as he raised his head and looked out the windshield before glancing back at her. The smile on her lips and light in her eyes made him shake his head. “You find this funny, don’t you?”

“I do. I really do,” she nodded, as her smile grew. He sighed and closed his eyes again, before turning the car off and opening his door.

“Let’s get this over with, Scully,” he said, her laughter making him groan as he closed the door. He looked at the building they would be entering, The Pretty Kitty, and he shook his head.

Scully met him on the curb and gestured for him to go ahead of her. He gave her a look and she stayed put, her arm outstretched, waiting for him to walk inside first. Heaving a big sigh, he stepped ahead of her and pushed the door open.

The first thing that hit him was the smell. Hundreds of different scents were fighting to be the victor, and one could not yet claim the prize. It was like walking into how he imagined a glitter factory smelled and he was not a fan.

Next, it was dark. Way darker than the bright afternoon outside and his pupils were having a hard time adjusting to the dramatic change in light. He turned around and saw Scully behind him, a small smile on her face, no doubt enjoying his feeling of awkwardness.

The music in the club was loud and a song was playing that he could not place. A woman walked by in a hot pink push-up bra and a small black skirt with white stockings and garters. She had a pierced belly button with a shiny diamond and her long blonde hair was in two braids. All she needed was a lollipop in her mouth and she would be the quintessential star of almost any porn video or magazine cover. Mulder felt nervous and guilty even looking at her, especially with Scully close to him.

“Hi there,” she smiled as she came close to them, putting her hand on Mulder’s arm and he tensed up. “What’s the matter, sweetie? You seem tense.” She pouted and then put a hand on his chest. “I could help you loosen up, if you’d like …” Her hand began to slide a little lower and he stepped back quickly as Scully stepped closer.

“Actually, we’re looking for someone,” Scully said, taking out her badge and showing it to her. “I’m Agent Scully and this is Agent Mulder. We’re looking for Rose Meadows, could you tell us where we could find her?” Her no-nonsense work tone made him feel hotter than any scantily clad woman ever could.

Except for when she was both, he thought with a groan, as memories of years of Scully’s voice and body bringing him pleasure rushed to the surface. Not now, you idiot. And goddamnit, not here. Everyone will get the wrong idea.

He cleared his throat and took out his own badge, fumbling just a bit, making Scully’s lips twitch as she fought back a smile. “Yeah, I’m Agent Mulder,” he said lamely, and Scully flicked her eyes to him.

“The FBI?” the girl said, looking nervous and scared. “Why are you here? And what do you want with Rosie? She hasn’t done anything wrong. There’s nothing wrong with stripping.” She was now angry and Scully shook her head, stepping closer to her.

“Miss, Rose isn’t in any trouble. She is listed as a witness to a crime and we are here to speak to her. That’s all it is,” Scully smiled at her.

“Yeah, I know about that. She called the cops, but they didn’t do anything about it,” she said, crossing her arms and looking at Scully, her eyes hard.

“I’d beg to differ,” Scully said, putting her badge away. “We’re here now, so something is being done.” She forced a smile and the girl sighed as she looked at her.

“Well, I need to tell Big Paul you’re here. But, Rose is up next, so I guess you can wait here and watch her." She glanced at Mulder and uncrossed her arms. “I’m sure you’ll enjoy the show.” She winked at him and turned to walk away. Mulder stared after her and then looked at Scully.

“What does she mean?” he asked and then music began to play, the lights dimmed further, and the stage lights came up. “Oh … fuck.” He closed his eyes as he realized what was about to happen. Opening them, he saw Scully smiling as she stepped closer to him.

A woman, apparently their witness Rose, was sliding down the pole to the music, in a bra and a short plaid skirt. As he watched her, Mulder wished the floor would swallow him up.

You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down

Hey, walk out the house with my swagger Hop in there with dough, I got places to go People to see, time is precious I look at my Cartier, outta control

Just like my mind where I'm goin' No women, no shawties, no nothin' but clothes No stoppin' now, my Pirellis on roll I like my jewelry that's always on whoa

Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, Mulder saw Scully moving her head to the music, even surprisingly mouthing the words, and making comments about how impressive Rose was as she danced. She seemed to be enjoying herself and he never felt more annoyed with her in his entire life.

I know the storm is comin' My pockets keep tellin' me it's gonna shower Call up my homies It’s on and poppin tonight cause it’s meant to be ours

We keep a fade-away shot Cause we be ballin', it's platinum Patron every hour Lil mama, I owe you just like the flowers Girl you the truth with all of that goody power cause

“Damn. I have that same bra,” Scully said, leaning in close to tell him, as they watched Rose grab the pole and swing, wrapping her legs around it.

“Jesus, Scully, I know,” he groaned, his head dropping down.

You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down

From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwing my money around Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found It’s going down down

Up and down the pole, Rose moved, making Scully exhale and say whoa more times than Mulder could count.

From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwing my money around Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found It’s going down down

Hey! Shawty must know I'm the man My money love her like a number one fan Don't open my mouth, let her talk to my bands My Benjamin Franklins

Rose danced around the stage, taking her skirt off and tossing it behind her, before shaking her head around as she grabbed the pole and bounced up and down.

A couple of grands, I got rubberbands My paper planes making her dance Get dirty all night, that's part of my plan We building castles that's made out of sand

She's amazing, her fire blazing, hotter than cajun Girl won't you move a lil' closer? Time to get paid, it's maximum wage That body belongs on a poster

I'm in a daze, that bottom is waving at me, like “Damn it, I know you” You wanna shoot like a gun out a holster Tell me whatever then I'll be your gopher

“You know, I used to have those underwear too, but I lost them, or … something happened to them,” Scully said, leaning in closer so he could hear her. She shrugged her shoulders and Mulder groaned again. He knew she remembered exactly what happened to those underwear of hers.

Pulled too quickly from her body one night, their need for one another too great, they had ripped beyond repair and had been thrown out.

You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down

From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwing my money around Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found It's going down down

“Do you have any idea how tight her core muscles have to be to do that?” Scully asked him as they watched her dance and use the pole repeatedly, spinning and moving around quicker than seemed possible.

From the top of the pole I watch her go down She got me throwing my money around Ain't nothing more beautiful to be found It's going down down

Yeah! I'm spending my money I'm outta control Somebody help me She's taking my bank roll

But I'm king of the club And I'm wearing the crown Popping these bottles, touching these models Watching they asses go Down down down

“Seriously, Mulder, she’s amazing,” Scully said, shaking her head, both of them nearly slack jawed as they watched her. “You know, I thought of taking a pole dancing class. It’s offered as a class by my place, but I don’t think I could ever do it the way she does.”

Mulder huffed out a huge breath and walked away from her a few steps, his body on the verge of betraying him.

Scully in a pole dancing class? Jesus fucking Christ …

I’m too sober for this, he thought, the images vivid in his head, causing him to take some deep breaths to steady himself.

You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down

The song ended and he turned around again, catching sight of the backside of Rose as she left the stage, in just the aforementioned underwear, her skirt and bra held in her hands.

“You missed the end of the dance,” Scully smirked at him. “The good stuff, Mulder.”

“Well, that’s tragic,” he said sarcastically, willing his mind not to think of Scully on that stage, showing him, and him alone, what she had learned in a very intense pole dancing class.

“Well, just so you know, it was a good show,” she said, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Scully, come on,” he pleaded with her as a man who could only be Big Paul walked over to them.

After speaking with him, they were escorted back to Rose’s dressing room. Scully knocked on the door and they were told to enter. Glancing at Mulder with another smirk, Scully opened the door and went inside.

The entire time they were speaking to her, she was wearing her underwear, with only a short robe covering her body. Mulder was uncomfortable, not wanting to look any place that would be considered inappropriate. He let Scully do all the questioning, looking around the room instead, the smell of it as heavy with perfume as the rest of the club.

God, he wanted to leave.

“Okay, thank you Miss Meadows, we appreciate your help. Agent Mulder, do you have any other questions you’d like to ask?” Scully asked sweetly a few minutes later, and he stared at her, shaking his head. She nodded and handed Rose her business card. “If you think of anything, please don’t hesitate to call. Thank you again.”

Mulder nodded to Rose and opened the door to her dressing room, waiting for Scully to walk out ahead of him. He sighed with relief as he walked down the hallway, until two more half naked women walked toward them. He stepped closer to Scully, and the wall, to avoid brushing against them as they walked by. They giggled as they did and he stared straight ahead, sighing with relief again.

Walking through the club, he kept his sights on the door, so close to freedom. He left Scully behind as he heard another song starting up and was suddenly blasted by confetti. Brushing it from his face and off his clothes, he pushed the door open, his eyes blinded by the late afternoon sunlight.

Taking a second to let his eyes adjust, he took his jacket off and shook it out, confetti flying everywhere. He brushed at his hair and more confetti fell to the ground. He shook his head as Scully walked over to him, brushing confetti from her own clothing.

“Well,” she laughed, reaching out and brushing her hands across his chest. “That was … something.” He sighed and shook his head, still brushing his hand through it.

“Jesus Christ, it was more than something, Scully. Ugh." He stared at her and she smiled, her hands pausing at his chest and smoothing down his tie. She cleared her throat and stepped back, moving her hands.

“Wait,” he said, reaching for her arm. “You’ve got some of that goddamn confetti in your hair.” He combed his fingers through her hair and she kept her eyes on him as he did. He held the ends of her hair in between his fingers, before letting it go and smiling at her. “I think I got it all.” She nodded and stepped back again.

“So, ready to get out of here?” she asked and he nodded enthusiastically. She laughed and walked over to the car. He threw his jacket in the backseat as he got in, loosening his tie as he did.

They headed back to the office, informed Skinner of the information they heard from Rose, and then headed to their cars in the parking garage. She kept her head down, but he could see the smile on her face, and he knew she was thinking of something.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said as they arrived at her car and he nodded, stepping back with a smile.

As he started to walk away, he heard the music from the club begin to play again. He turned around and looked at Scully. She had the music playing from her phone in her pocket, and he watched her start to move with a smile on her face.

She shook her shoulders a little, then her hips a bit more, and his eyes roamed over her body. She grinned at him and moved a little more before she opened her car door, got in and turned the music up as her phone connected to the Bluetooth. She watched him as she backed up and drove off, the music echoing in the parking garage.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, more aroused by her fully clothed and simple dance, than anything he saw earlier. “Jesus Christ.” He shook his head and got in the car, his mind racing.

You spin my head right round, right round came the words to that song, unbidden into his head. God, did she ever.

He backed up and put the car in drive as his phone beeped with a message. Looking down, he saw it was from Scully. It was a good thing he read it before he left, when was not driving yet, or he was certain he would have hit something and died in a fiery crash.

I haven’t forgotten what happened to that pair of underwear …

#The X Files #XF Fanfic #Between seasons 10-11 #Flirting #Awkward #Strip Club #Pole Dancing #Discussions and Memories #Funny #Sexy"

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that-bi-bitch-writes · 4 years

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Dreams of Indigo (C.1)

Chapter One

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Non Binary Reader (can be read as Male Reader)

Word Count: 737

Warnings: Use of He/They pronouns, lots of swearing, mentions of bully, angst? edginess (i hope not)

Storyline: Reader is a teenage vigilante basically. Unlike the main characters Y/N doesn’t attend UA and somehow seems to keep finding themself in the company of the LOV but they’re not a villain. Call him a vigilante or an anti-hero whatever, just don’t call them a villain.

A/N: This is Chapter one for the series, I’m sorry if anyone was waiting a while for me to release a chapter I actually started trying to write earlier but i had head empty syndrome. I think this will be the last time there is just a monologue and no character interaction. Shoot me any questions, my inbox is open to anything but requests as of now. This is cross posted on wattpad (@that-bi-bitch-writes) and Quotev (@DumbEnbyJuice)

Teaser Character Info Prologue Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3

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Y/N was bullied at a very young age. They were quirkless

It doesn’t make sense why people bully the quirkless but it kind of does doesn’t it?

Think about how good it feels to win. Think about how good it feels to be one of the first ones to get the newest toy, or gaming console. The joy of having something and enjoying having it.

Now think of how it feels to be better at something than someone.

If nearly everyone has a quirk no matter how shitty it is, they get the feeling they are better than someone without a quirk.

I’m not saying it’s right, but it's harder to go against conditioned behavior like this especially in early childhood. They say children are like a sponge, and they soak up whatever they see or hear. So when you’ve got a society that praises people for having a strong quirk, the ones without quirks are ostracized. All that’s left is for the ones blessed with quirks to maintain the status quo.

For there to be a top, someone has to be on bottom. And no that wasn’t a sex reference.

Y/n got the concept early in life.

Bullies did what they do, they picked on him. The little quirkless runt who didn’t fit in.

The kid who couldn’t even fight back if he wanted to.

The quirkless kid who despite it all, wouldn’t fit in the box they were used to. How infuriating.

They beat him, insulted him, embarrassed him in front of teachers and classmates.

They spread rumors.

Y/n is human. and humans have limits. There are only so many times you can cry to your parents and see the worried looks on their faces as they realize their child is too kind hearted and too ill-equipped to fight back against bullies. There are only so many times when you can push someone down and call them worthless before they either believe it or before they tell you to go fuck yourself.

Peace in the face of violence isn’t the path for everyone.

Sometimes by not fighting back you delay the inevitable.

You know what they say. There’s a quiet before a storm. And honey, you’ve got a big storm comin.

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Y/n got their quirk in the 4th grade. That day, All for one smelled rain. But everywhere he looked was a clear sky. As a matter of fact, the clouds were white and thin. Kind of wispy like cotton candy that floats through the air as the machine gets up and running.

The sun, on the other hand, was not as light and feathery. It was heavy and weighed everyone down. It was blazing, almost as if it were saying a long goodbye. Despite the sun’s tenacity, people were outside. They didn’t know it yet but the society of quirks had made an enemy. One they had created and nurtured themselves.

Sometimes, the victims of a corrupt society change it from within. Good for them.

Not all victims are the same. Not all victims want to be victims, or success stories on how a person so broken down got rehabilitated and was ready to forgive. It’s okay to not forgive people. If forgiveness won’t bring you peace, fuck it. Forgiveness is supposed to be for the victim to let go of feeling hurt and all responsibility for carrying that pain and anger, toward not only themselves but at the perpetrator. If you can move on without forgiveness. Do it.

Too often people hear that you forgive them and they feel relief.

They feel relieved they don’t have to feel the pressure of knowing they hurt you. Hold them accountable. Fuck those bullies. It is not your job to educate them. It is your job to be alive and healthy and they jeopardized that. Hold them accountable for what they did. And if you can, hold others accountable too. There are people who taught them that behavior. There are people who encouraged it.

When the storm comes, let it rip the roofs off of their houses, leaving them bare. Exposed.

People can change, and if they want to, they will. But some people don’t want to. Make them take responsibility. If they don’t want to change, relish in their misery as the world changes and everyone turns their back on them.

And if you so desire

Laugh in their face.

#bnha #bnha fic #bnha x nonbinary reader #reader insert #bnha reader insert #bnha x reader #gender neutral reader #kind of?#shinso x nonbinary reader #shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso #shinso hitoshi #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinso x nonbinary reader #nonbinary reader #mha x reader #that-bi-bitch-writes #shinso x male reader

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Beauty Chooses II-Chapter 14

A special thanks to @statell for all your help and wisdom

Previous chapters at AO3

Chapter 14 Life On The Ridge (NSFW)

I spent some time writing in our new bible, however, my excitement over telling Jamie I was pregnant kept stealing my thoughts. I would catch myself gazing into space seeing a newborn at my breast. Misses Crook asked me several times if I was well and finally laid her hand on my shoulder with a knowing smile. I looked up at her with wide eyes but she said no more. How could she know I was pregnant? I cleaned up the main room a bit and helped Misses Crook with dinner, followed by Glavia and Faith. It was getting rather crowded in the kitchen and I wasn’t feeling that well, so I excused myself to my room. The nausea eased when I laid down, so I gave in to fatigue and closed my eyes with an abstract worry taking hold in my stomach.

I dreamed I was being pushed to the curtain to start my walk. Many hands guiding me to the stage as the garment rustled around my feet. The pain in my abdomen brought me to my knees and I heard the collective gasp of those around me as they pulled me up. The pain passed and I walked quickly to take my first step into the audience, seeing girls coming back and disappearing into the curtain. Two steps and the pain gripped me once again. I tried to put one foot in front of the other until it drove me to my knees again and stole my ability to breathe.

My eyes slammed open as the pain sliced through me making me moan and clutch my knees. What the fuck is happening! Pain came again and felt like a wave flowing through my abdomen until I screamed. I knew this was some kind of food poisoning, I had seen it before when a tenant ate spoiled meat. I just had to endure until it worked its way out of my body. I closed my eyes when another wave came and panicked when I felt severe nausea threaten to spill my lunch all over the bed.

Misses Crook came running into my room and brought the chamber pot close to the bed. I felt her cool hand on my sweaty head and then a damp rag over my eyes. I wasn’t aware of time passing as I drifted in and out of sleep, or consciousness. I felt a cool rag on my face and heard Misses Crook calm me as she lifted my skirts. What the hell was she doing? I couldn’t ask her because the pain suddenly gripped me, and I heard myself moan loudly as I held my knees. My skirts were untied and pulled off me. I wanted to shout at Misses Crook, but I could not utter a word as the pain rippled through me. Towels were shoved under my lower half as I clutched the sheets and clenched my teeth. I just had to vomit or rid myself of diarrhea from the food poisoning. Then I would be fine.

When the pain came again, I turned my head to the pillow and screamed feeling a gush of warm fluid come out of me and expel one of my organs. I dearly hoped I didn’t need it. That did it. The pain left me, and I breathed in relief feeling sweat roll down my temple. Misses Crook was wrapping my organ in cloth and cleaning me up. I wanted to tell her it was over, not to worry, but lost consciousness and drifted in my sick sleep. I surfaced twice and heard Misses Crook whispering to someone. I was buried in quilts and shivering with cold. The next time I woke I called to Misses Crook and she looked heartbroken as she sat on the bed and mopped my face. I watched her as the tragedy of my loss took shape in my mind. The sadness on her face told me to prepare for a truth that would break my heart.

“Misses Crook?”

“I’m so sorry Claire.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks and she held my hands as I started to cry. I drifted in darkness, asleep I think, until I woke myself up crying.

“I’m here, love.”

The room was dark and Jamie held me close to his warmth. Sweet Jamie had the sniffles and I worried he was catching a cold. No, that wasn’t it. He knew our baby died today and he had cried. I turned toward him and buried my face in his chest, feeling his arms come around me, he stroked my hair, and calmed me with his beautiful Gaelic. It was a story about love I think, and it lulled me back to sleep. By morning, I was thinking clearly and understood I lost the baby. Jamie stayed in bed with me until mid-morning when I got up with a deep sigh.

“Thank you, Jamie, for staying with me, for grieving with me. You are the best man I’ve ever known, and I am so sorry.”

“Ye tried to bring me a child Claire, but God called him home. I celebrate your love for wee ones and I believe God will bless us with another. Your pain will fade lass, I promise, and he lives in our hearts forever.”

“He?”

“Christian Alexander Mackenzie Fraser. Please, Claire, I couldna put him in the ground wi’out a name. I hope yer not mad.”

“How could I be? You loved your son enough to give him a proper name and bury him.”

“I will work extra hard next season so we can have a grave marker carved for him.”

I was overwhelmed with Jamie’s sensitivity and love. I had known a few women of my time that miscarried and did nothing like what Jamie did. Somehow, it made me feel better he was named and buried, someday to be joined by the parents and family that loved him. I cupped Jamie’s cheek and felt I owed him my soul for what he had done. He kissed me softly and asked me to rest today and then he was gone to welcome a new family to the ridge.

I stayed in my room for two days and asked Misses Crook not to mention the miscarriage to anyone. Since no one else knew about the pregnancy, it seemed easier if people didn’t offer sympathy. What Jamie did burying our son made all the difference to me as he had a name and a place in the kirkyard. He existed.

When the calendar was turned to November, winter rolled in with a vengeance. Many of us went outside to see the beautiful snowfall and a big fire was started to keep us warm until nightfall. A cauldron of warm cider sat above a low fire and we toasted the storm and each other. I loved impromptu gatherings to spend time with my neighbors and friends. There would be far less of that during the cold days of winter, so I hugged them all extra hard.

It had been months since the miscarriage and I felt better every day, mentally and physically. I lost myself in the new books we had ordered to get us through the cold months. Jamie sat next to me on the sofa and asked me to read out loud while he cuddled with me. He looked closely at me and smiled as if to say, I’m glad you’re back. The pages turned as the story unfolded and Jamie pulled a strand of my hair out and twisted it around his finger. He pulled me closer to him and kissed my neck, then ran his tongue from my shoulder blade to my jaw making me squirm in his embrace.

“Sassenach, ye look flushed, are ye alright lass?”

I gave him a side-eye and continued to read. Misses Crook was right around the corner cooking dinner and could easily surprise us. I tucked the strand of hair back into my pins and cleared my throat. Jamie played with my skirt, inching it up slowly until I slapped his hand.

“I like it when ye fight me wife, yer so adorable when ye do it. I am ready for a midday nap, will ye join me?”

I almost laughed at the invitation, as if Jamie needed permission to rip my clothes off and have his way with me. I couldn’t resist him, and he knew it, but I acted distracted to heighten his ardor. The pages continued to turn while Jamie ran his big hand down my back, pulling me into a hug where he could run his hand down my breast and pinch a nipple. I opened my mouth to breathe exposing my arousal and I felt his interest shoot up.

“Dinna scream mo chridhe.”

Before I knew it, Jamie held me firmly and pushed his hand under my skirt and up my legs. I was horrified someone would walk in on us and see something impossible to forget. I felt his finger open my fold and his hand was back in his lap in seconds.

“Ye canna hide your honey drippin for me, love. Now, be a good lass and go to our room takin every stitch off ye sweet body before ye lay on the bed, quiet and willin. I’m comin to love ye Sassenach and I will have my way with ye, that I can promise.”

He whispered the last part of the sentence and looked at me indecently through dark eyes. My heart rate shot to the moon and I squeezed my thighs together.

“Be gone with ye.”

I bolted toward the stairs calling for Misses Crook to assist me as Jamie walked outside. I was breathless as my laces were pulled and I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Now out of my dress, I thanked Misses Crook and feigned a yawn as she left. I laid on the bed, naked, as requested, looking at my mental pictures of Jamie’s favorite positions. “Mmmm, yes that one.”

“Yer a minx alright, my lovely wife. Just what were ye plannin to do with that finger inchin down yer stomach? I’m yer husband, and I want ye to show me.”

I looked at him through slit eyes and watched him pull his clothes off. His erection was large and purple making my arousal almost hurt. My core was throbbing and I pulled him to me, but he resisted and told me to continue. He ran his finger into my fold and my back arched as I moaned. I saw him suck his finger into his mouth and that was so sexy I threw caution to the wind and buried my finger between my legs.

“I canna see mo chridhe, open yer legs, it will be far better, I promise.”

My legs slammed open as my finger found my bud, swollen, and engorged. I whimpered his name until my breath caught as I pulled my arousal up to dangerous heights. Jamie watched me closely and settled between my legs, his face inches from my finger. I was close to climax and my chest was heaving for air. Just before my release, Jamie pulled my finger away making me cry out for him. He got off the bed and searched my drawers until he found a belt which he used to tie my wrists to the headboard.

“Jamie please.”

“In just a moment my love, I want ye all to m’self, yer lovely body belongs to me. Relax and breathe mo chridhe, this is gonna take a while.”

When he belted my arms to the headboard his erection danced not an inch from my mouth. I opened my mouth and tried to lift my head to it but couldn’t reach him. I tried to scoot my head under him and suck his magnificent balls into my mouth and became frustrated I could not reach him. Jamie looked down at me and told me to open my mouth before he pressed his cock into my mouth crashing into my throat. I was immobile and lost myself to his cock gliding over my tongue, nearly choking me. He pulled himself away from me and walked to the whisky we always kept in our room. Rather than fill a glass he tipped the bottle to his mouth as he walked back.

He ran his hand down my breast, stomach, and legs, and then tipped the bottle to my mouth. I couldn’t refuse if I wanted to and felt my mouth fill with the strong spirit followed by Jamie’s cock buried in the liquid. I swallowed as best I could and felt him yank out of my mouth. I looked at him with a warning not to torture me and heard a chuckle out of him.

“My love, this will take some time so ye need to relax and calm yerself.”

I looked into his eyes and growled like I wanted to tear him apart. One of his balls was shoved into my mouth and I was told to suck it, which I did, gladly.

“Open yer legs love.”

A fat finger invaded my body and I pressed against it wanting it deeper before it was gone again. I whimpered and moaned, feeling true pain in my throbbing core. Jamie kissed me and descended, placing kisses along my stomach and lower until he kissed my clit and I lost my mind. His tongue took possession of my sacred place as he sucked and flicked until I tumbled into the erotic abyss. I felt my stomach jerk into my orgasm and felt Jamie’s tongue on me while I took flight.

When I became aware of my successful landing on earth, I still felt Jamie’s tongue on me. Ordinarily, he watched me spin into oblivion but this time he stayed between my legs. I felt his warm hands moving up my sides and wrap around my shoulders as my head cleared. He pulled me toward his mouth until his tongue was forced against me. It made me tingle and the harder he pressed down on my shoulders the more erotic it became. I was astounded he could pull my heat up that fast and was thrashing and grinding my core against his mouth minutes later. He pushed me off a precipice that threatened my sanity and I drifted in the erotic, pulsing fog for several minutes.

I heard him growling, low and quiet, and knew it was a spontaneous sound triggered by dangerous arousal. When I landed back in our bed my one thought was to gift him the same new level of abandon. What came to my mind was to push him away, stimulating the beast, the part of Jamie that was beyond social courtesy. The beast was brutal and limitless.

“Take this belt off my hands, Jamie.” It was not a request.

He stared at my breasts and licked his lips, but he released the belt and I rolled away from him and got up. He materialized in front of me so fast I ran into him feeling his hand grip my hair and pull my head back viciously. His mouth hovered above mine as he gripped my nipple and shook my breast hard before his tongue made my knees weak. He walked me to a chair and pushed my face into his groin telling me to suck lightly and pulling my head away from him if there was too much pressure. I smiled drunkenly, understanding what he needed. A feather touch of my mouth wide open. He pushed my head to the side so he could watch me, pulling my head back for another mouthful of whiskey.

I felt the room sway a bit, but the buzz was driving my arousal. When he pushed my mouth onto his cock again, he quickly pulled me up and spun me around before he impaled me. I was so wet and felt him slide into my depths making me quake with need. I tried to increase the tempo, I wanted the friction to make me come but he pulled me to him and leaned back in the chair so I couldn’t move. Every few minutes he would pull me up and let me slide down on him again. Each time I would gasp when he filled me until I was moaning for him to take me, roughly. I needed the beast.

When he released me, I jumped off of him and knelt between his legs. I pulled his cock to my lips and asked for the beast. He watched me open my mouth and his chest heaved a breath of air ending in a growl of warning. I kept teasing him, making my request and finally, he shoved himself into my mouth and held me against his body before ramming into my throat several times. I felt him lift me to the bed and turn me to the mattress before inching behind me, like a predator sizing up his meal. He pulled my hips up and caressed my butt as he lifted himself to his knees. I knew the beast was behind me and felt my stomach quiver with excitement.

“I’m gonna love ye lass and I have no more strength to resist the pull of yer drippin honey pot. Ye’ve pushed me to my limit so run if ye have the strength, lock yerself away from me if ye can. I’m comin for ye.”

When he pushed into me, I could tell he was momentarily sidetracked watching his cock sink deep into me. I feared the beast would be in his box before Jamie let him ravish me. I rammed my body against him, pushing him deeper into me and was overcome with the stimulating depths. That did it. The beast was in control and rammed into me mercilessly, pulling my upper body toward his chest he spread my legs wide with his own giving him deeper access where only the beast had been before. He flipped me to the bed and held my ankles up in the air as he rammed me and watched my body open to his assault. He pulled my legs open, still in the air, and growled into a dozen powerful thrusts before he held my pelvis against him and emptied his seed into me.

Jamie dropped to my side panting for his life, pulling me nearly under him again. He pushed the hair out of my face and kissed me before dropping his head to the mattress beside me. I could hear him struggle to breathe and smiled to myself.

“Yer a rare woman Sassenach,” he panted. “So refined to the outside world. Thank God, or I’d be fightin every bucky in the county for ye. Ye fascinate me wild cat, and I love ye for it.”

He pulled me to him and spooned me so he couldn’t see my triumphant smile. I let him pull me into a restful nap and felt his hands up and down my arms in his sleep.

I woke refreshed and stretched before rolling off the bed to get dressed. Damn corsets. I called for Misses Crook and Glavia materialized to pull my laces and help me dress. My breasts pushed up by the corset burned with heat that intensified when my jacket was pulled against them. When my skirts were tied, Glavia gushed about the progress Faith was making with her letters and I promised to come in the next day and observe her lessons.

I felt uncomfortable through dinner and didn’t know why. I found myself staring at Jamie’s face, animated in conversation. If he looked at me, I quickly looked away feeling foolish. I scrubbed dishes after the evening meal, lost in my thoughts, remembering his powerful body take control of me. When a serving dish slipped into the water Misses Crook sent me to bed saying I was not up to task and likely to break something. I walked slowly up the stairs feeling every step push my inner thigh against my core. I closed the door and leaned against it breathing heavily, almost panting. I couldn’t take this pain and throbbing. I realized Jamie had prepared me for a release that never happened and now I was in poor condition to sleep.

I left the house, looking in all the outbuildings until I found him stoking the peat fires under the malting floor of the whisky building. Even in winter, this building was unbearably hot and I watched his unclad upper body flex until his shiny muscles bulged. It was too much for me, I didn’t care how or where he made it happen, but it needed to happen. He pulled me deeper into the building where the heat from the peat fires made me sweat and my dress stuck to my skin. He pulled off my jacket and asked if that was better. I smiled at him feeling shy and needy.

“Do ye know I love ye more than anything in this world?” he whispered. “Ye are my angel, my dearest love.”

He pushed his erection into my stomach, and I was surprised he was ready to love me again. Hot kisses drove what was left of my sanity away and when he sucked on my neck, I felt his hand moving up my leg under my skirt. I let him push me down on the soft mounds of peat.

“It’s time to kiss the angels love.”

He dropped to my clit and sucked it, flicking is tongue viciously. When I fell into the cyclonic wind of my orgasm, he pushed into me and chased his own release. I felt like a bowl of jello, completely dependent on the glass bowl to keep me together. Too exhausted to speak I watched Jamie pull his shirt and coat on and then lift me into his arms. It was dark enough to slip into the back door and climb the stairs silently before dropping into bed under the warm quilt.

“My darling love,” whispered into my ear, “you are so much fun. Yer honesty sets me free.”

I wasn’t sure I really heard it, or what it meant, but his silky voice lulled me to sleep.

After Hogmanay, Jamie and Murtagh made the trek to check on families outside our community. They would be gone all day. I bundled Faith up and sent her outside with a large bowl of juicy scraps from recent meals and asked her to dump it into the pig's feeder. She came flying back through the front door and screamed to me that men were holding Mister Jackson and his face was bleeding. I grabbed my cloak, shoved a pistol into my belt, and loaded the rifle. I was shaking inside and steeled my nerves hoping the rifle didn’t tremble and give my fear away.

I could see Jackson being held down by three men who were taunting him. It looked like he was already beaten. I raised the rifle to my shoulder walking quickly toward the men. I took a shot splintering bark and a chunk of wood off the closest tree. I kept walking and cocked the rifle aiming it right at the head of the biggest man. The three of them looked shocked and said they were rounding up their escaped slaves.

“Back away gentlemen. That man is not one of your escaped slaves and I can prove it. I hold the bill of sale for him. Move away before I shoot one of you, intentionally or otherwise.”

I could see the men sizing me up, not knowing to stay or go. When I heard my name, I gave them a last warning.

“You three idiots need to move away and high tail away from this place. Someone is coming for you and it will not be pleasant, I promise.”

Jamie had called my name from the road into the ridge, so I knew he was running to back me up. I was starting to lose my nerve with these reluctant men who could easily kill Jackson if they decided to. Please hurry Jamie.

One of the men lurched forward and fell on the ground as Jamie came out of nowhere and grabbed a second man. I trained the rifle on the third man just as I heard neighbors coming to help. Jackson was taken to his house so his wounds could be cleaned up and the three men were tied up and pushed into the wagon. Murtagh carefully took the rifle from me and smiled before joining Jamie in the wagon. Later that night Jamie told me the men were tied to a tree and left for the night. I imagined the temperature dipped to freezing and below. I hoped it would be enough to keep them away.

It was a relief to finally welcome spring in our sixth year on the ridge. As the snow melted and the days warmed up the community was a buzz of activity. Fences had to be mended, the land newly turned in preparation for planting, baby goats and pigs were born, and more families arrived to see the Ridge. The renewal of spring made everyone happy it seemed.

A young man arrived today, looking lost and fearful. He said he was a preacher and his name was Daniel, sent to the Ridge to preach for the community of God-loving souls. I thought him too young to be so pompous. I giggled at his puffed out chest which was soon deflated and a youngster’s blush colored his face. I decided he was perfect and took it upon myself to walk him through the community and introduce him to the settlers.

“If I may be so bold madam, may I ask about what I have heard in town, the very thing that prompted my coming here?”

I looked at him thinking it was a strange question. “Of course, preacher, what have you heard?”

He looked to his right and left and stepped closer to me, “do you have freed slaves living in the community?”

I smiled at his whispered question, “yes, we do not allow slavery, indentured servants, on the Ridge. Sixteen men and women were freed and now live here. They are friends and neighbors who we value like any of the others.”

His eyes were wide and he smiled, “remarkable, and praise God! But are they truly free Misses Fraser?”

“Well, they cannot leave here as freed people, they would be claimed and returned to slavery. Jamie holds the ownership papers for all of them and must take them out from time to time when we are challenged. It isn’t perfect, but they are happy here with their families, making their own living on the goods they grow and very committed to the community.”

Daniel met with Jamie and they talked for a good bit of the afternoon. When they stood and shook hands, Jamie was all smiles and I knew we had a new preacher. There was a small living space built into the church that Daniel would live in and I looked forward to our first sermon the following Sunday. I made sure to pass the word and invite everyone to the service.

A few days later I walked Jamie out to the wagon and kissed him with my arms around his waist.

“I’ll be home tomorrow Sassenach and bring ye the sweet soap ye love so much and a promised candy for Faith.”

The wagon rolled away empty and would return in a day loaded down with supplies for the coming growing season.

I heard ladies giggling as a group of women were walking toward the house. I watched them move down the trail with the sun dappling through the leaves on this spring morning. It was a sight to behold, young and old, black and white, working and living together on the ridge. I shook my head and ran to the house to prepare for hours of dyeing wool.

There was much talk throughout the afternoon, but one comment was worrisome. One of the ladies had stopped to meet Daniel, the preacher, and gave him a pie.

“He stared at the pie until I left. The man is skin on bones, have ye seen him, Claire?”

“Yes, but he was wearing his black coat and I failed to notice how thin he was. Excuse me a minute, please.”

That poor man had not asked for a thing and was probably living off the treats given to him as a welcome. I grabbed a basket and went through my kitchen taking everything ready to eat. Bread, cheese, and dried meat filled the basket. I found Glavia in the nursery doing lessens with Faith and asked her to take the basket to the preacher at the church. In my mind, he was drawing his last breath from starvation, so I asked her to hurry. When she returned, I was pulled away again for the strangest request.

“You want what? My dear, I would love to purchase fabric to make you a new dress. We can make a day of it and bring Faith, as soon as Jamie gets back.”

Her disappointment was clear as I headed back to our work table. There was nothing I could do this instant without fabric which I did not have.

Misses Crook and I cleaned up the mess and served dinner with ale, watered down for Faith. We all missed Jamie when he was away, especially me, and Faith a close second. Many nights when he was gone, I suffered with insomnia and found it the loneliest of maladies. When my eyes opened with the new dawn, I was happy that had not happened the night before and I was well-rested. Jamie would be home today and tomorrow was Sunday, there was much to look forward to.

All of us walked the path to the church the next morning feeling very happy in the cool morning. Jamie looked up at the church and declared a large bell was needed to bring the flock in for the sermon. I chuckled at him and kept walking. After the sermon, we waited to shake hands and welcome Daniel one more time. I introduced Misses Crook and Faith but Glavia had vanished. We pushed away letting the next person in line shake the preacher’s hand as I continued to look for Glavia.

As we approached the house, I could see Glavia sitting outside like she was waiting for someone. She jumped to her feet when she saw us and smiled from ear to ear.

“I am ready to go.”

“Where are you going?”

“To town to buy fabric for my dress!”

“Sweetheart, the shops are not open on Sunday. I am so sorry, but we have to wait one more day.”

She walked to her room with her head down and mumbled to Faith to come with her and practice her letters. I looked at Misses Crook and raised my eyebrows.

“Dinna fash Mistress, the lass is in love and wilna come out of the house until she has something fancy to put on.”

“You don’t say!” I could hear Jamie laughing as he walked into the house and I stood closer to Misses Crook, “who does she love?”

“The preacher.”

I am quite sure my mouth dropped open and stayed that way for some time. That is how shocked I was. I couldn’t imagine a girl falling love because of a single sermon and then I remembered sending her with food for Daniel. Preachers are supposed to be righteous people, but they can still hurt a young girl with unrequited love. I truly hoped that didn’t happen.

As promised, we went to town on Monday. Jamie and Murtagh spent time in the tavern while we shopped for fabric and some spices. Glavia was thrilled with a beautiful royal blue fabric for a split skirt and jacket. Lace for making inserts at the elbows for fancy parties and church. I chose light-weight red wool with white lace for an underskirt and yarn of the same color for a warm cowl. I purchased my spices and we went to find Jamie. It was always exciting to be in town with all the people and goings-on. I took in the sights as we waited for Jamie and Murtagh to come out.

Glavia put her hand in mine and looked up to see her cowering in front of two very rude men.

“Leave us alone!” I snapped, and they turned and ran their eyes up and down my body. I pulled the shaking Glavia to me and whispered not to fear. I knew Jamie was within earshot of us if it came to that.

The ugly one held up a coin and leered at me, then added a coin and I scoffed at him.

“Do I look like a prostitute sir?”

He showed me another coin and grabbed me around the waist. I rolled my eyes and batted him about the head with my parasol, finally sticking the pointy end into his ribs with all my strength. The man yelped and took off with his toothless friend without so much as an apology. I huffed and pulled my jacket down. When I finally looked up, I saw Jamie and Murtagh leaning against the wall watching me. I know I blushed because I felt the heat on my cheeks. Jamie’s eyes were shining with pride and Murtagh was just highly amused.

Glavia thanked me profusely and I looked her over for any injuries letting my gaze settle on a smug Jamie, chewing on a piece of wood.

“You could have come to my aid!”

”What, and miss that brutal attack? Yer a warrior woman, and I am doomed to make ye my enemy. Walk with me so I can protect ye from the other idiots in the street.”

When Murtagh squeezed my upper arm muscle and shook his hand like it was burned I huffed at both of them. Feeling Jamie’s arm around my waist I looked at him wondering why he didn’t help us.

He ran his finger down my jaw, “Sassenach, I walked out of the tavern as you were thrashing the man. I could have pulled him away to pummel him, but I wanted ye to know yer strength and ability. Besides, I probably would have killed him and been dragged to jail for murder. And ye were so cute and feisty,” he chuckled, “red cheeks, given him what for.”

He pulled me closer and continued to laugh, asking Murtagh if he saw me stab the bloke with my wee parasol like it was a sword. The two of them were having quite a laugh and I finally gave in to my own laughter which allowed Glavia and Faith to giggle as well.

Misses Crook pushed me upstairs when we got home saying all heroes need their rest. I grabbed Faith’s hand and pulled her into bed with me and we giggled as we tumbled into the soft feather mattress. I pressed my forehead into hers and smiled.

“I hope you weren’t scared sweetheart.”

“I was so proud of you mommy and I smiled when you stabbed that man.”

“My sweet little girl, you should not see such things at your tender age.” I pulled her to me, suddenly aware of Jamie looming above us. His eyes were soft and tender watching us, but he launched into a lesson for his daughter.

“Nonsense, the wee lassie is in training.” He dropped behind Faith and tickled her a bit. “Look no further than yer ma to show you how to be a lady but fierce underneath. Make no mistake my wee love, she has the heart and courage of a warrior so let her teach ye. Now, I want to take my two lasses to the river to fish for supper.”

With that, he took our hands and led us outside to the stream. There was silly joking between Faith and her father but when they laid on the big rock that hung over the water, they became deadly serious. Faith did just as Jamie did and watched his hand through the water. My yawns were getting hard to hide and I doubted they would notice if I laid down in the warm grass for a bit. Just as I was drifting off there was a loud splashing of water and Jamie’s happy cry followed by Faith screaming in horror. I sat up in time to see her little hand around a fat fish and she was terrified, throwing the fish at Jaime and running to my lap. Jamie chased the flopping fish until he could grab it making short work of ending its life. He walked toward us pulling out his knife and I shook my head side to side. He retreated behind the rock and emerged with two gutted fish ready to cook.

“How is that for fierce?” I smiled at him.

“It’s a start, mo chridhe.”

Jamie showed Faith how to spit the fish and start a fire. She watched with great interest, inches from him as he struck the flint and blew life into the flame. Our stomachs churned smelling the cooking fish and we feasted until we couldn’t take another bite.

Faith laid between us and listened to Jamie’s story about Lallybroch and the adventures he had there. My mind drifted back to my own time where people were slaves to their mobile devices, social media, television, and fifty-hour workweeks. Parents were always striving to spend quality time with their children. I wondered if they ever ate by a stream and fell asleep together in the sun. I rather doubted it.

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