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megamindsecretlair · 7 months

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Just One Taste

Pairing: Tyrone x Black!Fem!OC!/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, You are in charge of your own reading experience. Intentional use of AAVE. FILTH! PWP, cursing, PIV, oral (fem and male receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, Dom fem, all consensual. Heavy use of n-word. Disrespectful Tyrone. Drug use. Tyrone POV. Mild Sub Tyrone.

Summary: Tyrone gets lost in a deserted town with his friends. The only place open is the library. They head inside and receive quite the surprise.

Word Count: 5,642k

A/N: Trying something new! Happy spooky Halloweek. I hope this fit the bill. It was majorly fun to shake it up a bit, do something a little new I hope! Listen, I need to go lay down myself!! Because sweet lawdt! Please, please consider commenting and reblogging to help support writers! And please put ages in bios! I blocked over a hundred people today for no ages!

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“Man, pull the fuck over,” Tyrone snapped. The car pulled over to the closest sidewalk and his friend put it in park.

Tyrone climbed out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the chill. Burrowing cold whipped against his skin and he fought off a shiver. He sparked up, inhaling the weed and exhaling the stressful drive.

“Told ya’ll niggas which way to go and now we lost,” he muttered, mostly to himself. He was pissed. They were supposed to mob up in Vegas for the weekend, get out of the city and into something a little strange for the upcoming Halloween weekend.

But you can’t trust non-reading ass niggas. Tyrone knew it and, yet, he let them drive because he wasn’t feeling it today. He searched the area around him, noting the darkened buildings and dim streetlights. There was an eerie lack of cars around.

“Where the fuck did you take us to?” Tyrone leaned down into the open passenger side. His friend, Paul, was on his phone finagling with the GPS.

“Ion know, nigga! I was on the 15!”

Their other friend, Mike, who sat in the back seat slapped the back of Paul’s head. “You got us lost mu’fucka!”

The two men got into a playful slapping match, calling each other names and cursing at each other. Tyrone stood up straight and took a hit. He rolled his shoulders and looked up into the darkened sky. He thought there were supposed to be stars and shit out here in the desert, without pollution from the light.

He scanned the area once more. It looked like some Scooby-Doo shit. There appeared to be a main street with a hardware store, general store, local restaurant, and a souvenir shop. There were buildings further beyond that, but the cruel California/Nevada night gave no indication of life.

The air felt empty yet tangible. Like there was an invisible screen just in front of his face. “Corny ass, niggas,” Tyrone muttered and took off down the street. Maybe if he found someone’s house, he could knock and get some help. He only hoped this wasn’t one of them racist in-between towns that’d shoot him on sight.

It’d be just his mu’fuckin’ luck to get shot in the boonies on his way to Vegas. Instead of getting shot back in LA. Wouldn’t that be hilarious?

Car doors slammed behind Tyrone and his friends called after him. “Aye, where you goin’?”

“To mind my business, nigga,” Tyrone bit out. He wanted some sleep. He was so fuckin’ tired and the weed wasn’t hitting like usual.

The streetlights overhead were spaced out so far apart that he was entrenched in shadow every time he made it past a beam of light. He sighed as he walked, wondering what the hell they were supposed to do with no service in a town like this. If they slept in the car, would they wake up to some old white mu’fucka with a shot gun?

Hell, maybe he watched too much TV.

“Aye, what’s that?” Mike pointed a meaty finger towards the distance. At the end of the block, the streets rounded off. There was a tall, brick building on the corner with a lonely light over the doorstep. They were too far away to read the sign overhead.

“Hopefully someone who can help ya’ll dumbasses,” Tyrone said. He passed the blunt to Paul and took off down the street, wishing he had a jacket.

This was the type of cold that sunk down into the bones as soon as you acknowledged it. And it was hard to shake.

Tyrone made a beeline for that lonely beacon of hope, praying for someone to be inside and willing to help. Mike lumbered after him while Paul kept time with Tyrone’s quick strides. No one spoke.

As they got closer, Tyrone noticed the sign. It was a library.

“What’s a library doing open so late?” Paul asked.

“Let’s just hope it’s warm. And they got food or somethin’. I’m hungry,” Mike complained.

“Yo fatass always hungry. I’m surprised you weren’t munchin’ on the car seat,” Paul said and snickered. He put out the blunt on the side of the building.

Tyrone cracked a smile. Mike pushed Paul who went jumping a few feet sideways. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? Damn.” Tyrone huffed and pushed into the library.

Inside, there was ambient lighting and no one at the front desk. A little bell rung from the open door and the trio whipped their heads to it, huffing quick and nervous laughs.

“Scared, little nigga?” Mike asked.

“Nah, all I gotta do is hide behind yo fatass ‘till I can dip,” Paul said and laughed. He danced out of the way of Mike’s big paws. Tyrone stood in the entryway and raised his eyes to the ceiling.

If he made it out of this bumfuck town, he was getting new friends. The library was decent and less cold than outside. There were tables spread out in front of the info desk, books scattered on them. There were shelves and rows of books stretching the length of the space and those little sorting carts he thought were only in movies.

There was the same sense of emptiness here that was just like outside. Perhaps the town was just that small that it didn’t have a presence or personality like in a bigger town or city. Whatever it was, it set Tyrone on edge as he looked around. He moved closer to the info desk, scanning it for anything he could use.

Maybe it was just that kind of town. Maybe all of the doors were left open. Car doors too. Because who the fuck would steal from this empty ass town?

Mike and Paul were still fussing at each other, slinging insults back and forth. Tyrone turned around, already annoyed and approaching irritated. “Can ya’ll shut the fuck up? And help?”

Mike and Paul gave each other one last shove. Tyrone scoffed and took a step forward.

“Can I help you gentlemen?”

Mike and Paul screamed. Tyrone flinched and turned to the source of the sound. To his right, a woman stood there dressed like someone’s fantasy of a librarian. She wore a button up white shirt, skin-tight black skirt, complete with a loose mini tie. The collar of the shirt was open, a few buttons loose down to show her generous cleavage.

And she was thick as hell, straining the material of her outfit to near sinful levels. If she breathed too hard, the rest of the buttons would go flying everywhere and reveal the rest of the bra that poked out beneath the shirt. Her button down was tucked into the skirt with a skinny belt and non-flashy buckle.

Her hair was tucked up into a high bun and she wore glasses loose on her nose. She was so fuckin’ cute and sexy at the same time. The stirrings of desire tightened Tyrone’s gut and his dick twitched. He flexed his fists at his side, trying to calm his racing heart.

“Damn lady! You fuckin’ scared us!” Paul yelled. He shoved Mike off of him, the two getting close after being so scared. Tyrone kept his eyes on the woman. She pursed her lips at the boys and shook her head.

“Have some manners when you come in here,” she snapped.

“Yes, ma’am,” Paul said instantly. Mike and Tyrone stared at him. Paul has never said anything like that in all his life. Whatever spell Tyrone had been under looking at the woman, it seemed to have caught Mike and Paul as well. No one could resist glancing away from her for long.

The woman took a deep breath and finally turned beautiful eyes towards him. “Can I help you?” She asked.

“We’re turned around. We were heading up to Vegas,” Tyrone explained. He moved closer, wanting to be in her orbit. Nervousness crept up his spine. He scowled. The fuck did he have to feel nervous for?

She looked at the girly watch on her wrist and then raised an eyebrow at him. “A little late isn’t it?” She asked.

“Better than stuck in traffic tryin’ to get there for the weekend,” he said.

She conceded the point with a twist of her juicy lips. Red lipstick drew his eyes to her mouth. There was a sudden vision in his head of kissing her and smearing it. He imagined red lip prints on his skin. He imagined licking it off of her.

The images were so vivid, he got hornier. Gettin’ bricked up by the minute. He cleared his throat and shook his head.

“Um, we just want to know where we are so we can get movin’,” Tyrone said.

“And get to food,” Mike said right next to Tyrone’s ear. He flinched and turned to see that Mike and Paul had moved without him noticing. They stood in a near perfect line, transfixed on the librarian.

That comment seemed to soften her. She shook her head at the boys. “Have a seat, I’ll see if I can find something. May as well rest up before heading back on the road,” she said. “Do you want to help me look?”

A secret smile played about her carmine lips. He took a step forward but her eyes weren’t on him, it was on Mike. Mike grinned from ear to ear and nodded his head. Swift disappointment hit Tyrone in the gut.

That was his boy, but what the fuck did she see in him and not Tyrone? He scowled as Mike disappeared down the stacks with the librarian, murmuring softly to each other. As soon as the woman was gone, Tyrone could think more clearly.

Paul shook his head and sucked his teeth. “The fuck she want with that greedy mu’fucka?” Paul flopped down into the nearest seat. Tyrone sighed and joined him, looking around at the space.

Tyrone and Paul shot the shit as they waited for Mike and the librarian to return. While he wasn’t starving, he could eat. His buzz was faint but still there and it made his head go pleasantly funny.

“I bet his ass eatin’ all the snacks and tryin’ to get her number,” Paul said.

Tyrone huffed a laugh and shook his head. “Dawg, I’m just ready to go,” he said. He ran a hand down his face. How long had he been there? Thirty minutes? Forty-five? How long did it take to round up some crackers?

“Nigga, shut up. You know fuck well you’d hit that given the chance,” Paul said. He fidgeted in his seat. He leaned forward, then back. Put his elbows behind him on the desk. Stretched out his legs.

“Stop movin’ damn,” Tyrone said. He sighed and shook his head. He was definitely getting new friends after this.

Shuffling near the back made Paul sit up straight, like a dog excited to see its owner. Tyrone gave him a weird look before catching the confused look on his face. Tyrone turned towards the sound. Mike had a dopey grin on his face, walking zombie-like towards them.

The librarian trailed behind him, looking more or less happier than when she found three strange men in the library late at night. “No snacks for us?” Paul asked. “Did yo fatass eat it all?”

Mike continued walking and sat down in the next available seat on their side of the table. Tyrone was the closest and shook Mike. He only kept the goofy smile on his face, hands placed flat on the table, and stared straight ahead.

“Aye, what you do to him?” Tyrone asked.

“Excuse me?” The Librarian asked.

“Why he look like that?” Tyrone asked. He shoved Mike once more, but there was no one home behind Mike’s eyes.

“Aye what the fuck, lady!” Paul yelled. He jumped up from the chair he sat in and rounded Tyrone to get to Mike. He shook Mike, pulling at his oversized T-shirt. Mike blinked a few times and looked down at his stretched shirt in Paul’s hands.

“What the fuck man!” Mike yelled and shoved Paul.

“We thought she did something to you!”

Mike adjusted his shirt with a scowl and shook his head. “What could she do? We had a muffin. Gonna make fun of me for that too, little nigga?”

Paul looked between Mike and Tyrone. Tyrone trained his eyes on the Librarian who watched the whole thing like something was funny. Her lips were turned up like she and Mike knew a dirty secret.

Tyrone stood up and approached her. His head grew fuzzier as he approached, but he pushed on. Pushed past that feeling. He got into her face and stared down at her. He wasn’t a tall man but she also wasn’t a tall woman. And her small heels didn’t give her an advantage.

“We not here for games. Where the hell are we?” He demanded.

The Librarian sighed and it was like he smelled the greatest scent in the world. It was something dark, alluring, like pomegranates. He leaned in, wanting to smell more of it.

“You’re not far from the 15, I promise. You probably didn’t catch the turn off driving in this type of darkness.”

“The hell you do to him?” Tyrone asked and cocked his head to the side.

“What are you talking about?”

“What took you so long to come back out? Don’t take that fuckin’ long for a muffin,” he said.

The Librarian rolled her eyes. “I’m going to assume it’s the weed that’s making you paranoid. I asked for Michael’s help with some boxes that needed lifting. Some men like to help,” she said and pointedly looked at Tyrone.

He caught the challenge, a burning in his chest to defend himself. “I ain’t know you needed help,” he said.

“There’s still a few things I need to move. Can you help me before you go on our way, screaming that I’m the devil?” She lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow and Tyrone looked at Mike.

Maybe she was right. But Tyrone didn’t trust it. He looked to Paul who shook his head. Mike just stared at him blankly. The smell of pomegranate hit him again and his mouth watered. He looked back at the Librarian.

“I help you, you help me, that sort of thing?” He asked.

The Librarian shrugged. “I’m a librarian. I’ll help you anyway,” she said. “Won’t take as long as I did with Michael. I promise,” she said.

The way she kept saying his name made Tyrone scowl. He wanted to hear his name on her lips. He wanted her to scream it while he was balls deep inside of her. He blinked and shook his head. Where did that come from?

He found himself nodding anyway, following behind the Librarian. He watched her ass in that skirt that looked painted on. If he didn’t know any better, he’d swear she didn’t have any panties on. He didn’t see any panty lines as she walked.

She moved fast, disappearing down a few stacks. Towards the back, there was a door marked for employees only. She went inside and held the door open for him. It led to a dingy hallway with a few doors on either side. To their immediate left, there was a small kitchenette with a basket of muffins on the table.

The Librarian walked past, heading down the hallway. “I’m Tyrone, by the way,” he said.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said.

He huffed, thinking he was going to hear his name from her voice. He followed her to an office. It was cramped, one lonely and neat desk surrounded by stacks of books and notebooks, papers, and a sorting cart.

She pointed to a few boxes on top of a high bookshelf. “Can you please get these down for me? The last librarian was a giant and they’re too heavy for me,” she said.

He nodded and used a step ladder to climb up and get the boxes. She was right, they were heavy. Probably filled with books and shit. He got to work, climbing up and down the ladder and moving boxes. He worked up a nice sweat in the office. A single drip of sweat slid down his neck and down his chest.

They made small talk while he worked. He learned that she was new to town and he asked her what made her move to some place like this.

“It’s quiet and the people are nice. That’s what I was looking for,” she said.

“Bad ex?” He asked. He huffed as he strained under the heaviest box yet.

“No, just wanted a change. If that’s too heavy, don’t hurt yourself trying to move it. I can ask the shop owner to help. He’s a giant too,” she said.

Tyrone scoffed and worked even harder to scoot the box from the top of the shelf. Fuck that. If anyone was going to help her, it was going to be him. He made a sound as he got the box down and descended the ladder. Thank fuck it was the last box.

He set it down on top of the others with a smug smirk and looked at her. She returned his smirk and she leaned on one side, calling attention back to her figure.

Tyrone licked his lips and thought, fuck it. “If you need more help, we got time,” he said.

“Don’t think I’m the devil anymore?” She teased.

He stepped closer, closer than he ought to. That pomegranate smell hit him again and he leaned in. “Never thought you were the devil. Just sayin’. I can help with anything,” he said. He cast his eyes all over her body, his fingers tingling with the urge to touch her. To see if he could peel her skirt off and lick what’s left behind.

“Anything huh?” She asked. She laughed and trailed her long red nails across his chest. A shudder ran through him, desire spiking higher. His dick twitched, getting thicker. She moved from around him and fiddled with things on her desk.

Tyrone approached her, trying not to spook her. He pressed into her back, placing his hands on either side of her on top of her desk. He inhaled the heavenly scent of her, his nose pressed to the back of her neck. He didn’t know why he was being so bold. But he knew that if he didn’t at least try, if he didn’t shoot his shot, he’d forever regret it.

There was no way he was coming back to this town. But he couldn’t leave without a taste of her. Just one taste.

“Must get lonely in this town,” he whispered.

“What makes you say that?”

“‘Cause you in this library instead of at home, letting some idiot fuck you to sleep,” Tyrone said.

The Librarian chuckled. “You always talk so nasty to strangers?” She asked.

Tyrone placed a kiss against her neck since she wasn’t stopping him. “Mhm, no ma’am. Just hate the thought of you here all alone,” he said.

“Why, you want to fix it?” She asked. She turned around, turning mischievous eyes to him. She laughed and for a split second…nah, that can’t be right. Her eyes didn’t flash red. Impossible.

He licked his lips and nodded, drawn once more to her lips. “Do you really want to fix it?” Her voice turned sultry and she drew her pink tongue across her lips. He followed the movement, undone by it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Sit down, Tyrone,” she commanded.

Tyrone’s legs bent without any thought to if there was a chair behind him or not. Luckily there was and he sank into the plush chair with a quiet sigh.

She sank down to her knees and he was mesmerized by the way her skirt moved with her. How it didn’t rip or tear on the way down. He widened his legs and she smirked at him, running her hands up and down his solid thighs.

His dick tented his sweats, obviously showing his desire for her. He was near mad with it. Lustful. He ached to bury his dick somewhere warm and wet. She had the same idea as she eyed it.

She moved her hands to the waistband of his sweats and started to shimmy them down far enough to free his dick. She palmed him, stroking him, and he bit his lip to keep from moaning. He was not going to bust off of a hand job. The fuck he looked like?

She wasted no time leaning onto her knees and taking him deep. “Oh fuck,” he said and his hips jerked off of the chair.

She took him to the base, suckling him and moaning around his dick. She played with the tip, swirling her tongue around the head and licking up any drop of pre-cum. She slurped as she released him and then ran her hand up and down his length.

“Wait, put yo mouth back on me,” he said.

“Did you like it?” She asked.

“Fuck yes,” he said.

She did not return her mouth to his dick. She stroked him, driving him insane with the right amount of pressure and speed. But it was nothing like her mouth. He reached up to pull her head back down. He didn’t know why women wanted to be cute when he just wanted to bust.

She moved her head out of the way. “Put your hands down or I stop,” she snapped.

Tyrone’s hands froze in mid air. His mind stuttered as her voice was equal parts erotic and scary. There it was again. That same flash of red in her eyes. She grinned but it was like a slash across her face. Still hot. Still a little scary.

He was no stranger to a girl taking control in the bedroom. He didn’t always like it, but he wasn’t always the cool and calm mu’fucka he projected around LA. He fumbled the first time he had sex. A few times after that as well.

He lowered his hands back to the arm rests and she ran her tongue across her teeth. “Good boy,” she said.

She stroked him and stared at him, waiting to see if he’d try something else. When she was satisfied, she dipped her head and really got to work. Her mouth sucked him down like she was trying to eat him alive. Burning pleasure seeped into him and he threw his head back against the back of the chair.

“Won’t you moan for me, Tyrone? I like to know I’m doing a good job too,” she said and then returned to sucking the soul out of him. That’s exactly what it felt like. Like she was drinking from the very essence of him.

“Goddamn,” he groaned, twisting his hips. Trying to push more of himself into her mouth. He licked his lips and made himself sit up. Made himself watch as his dick slipped in and out of her mouth. His hands gripped the rough fabric of the chair, dying to grab her. Hold her.

Saliva gathered on his dick. Her mouth was hot and perfect on his velvety dick. She added her hands, stroking as she slobbered. The room filled with wet suckling noises. Garbled saliva noises. She slurped him up and his climax hit the base of his spine. His balls grew heavier. The need to cum was overpowering but he did not want this to go too fast.

He wanted to stay in the moment. Stay with her mouth on him. Her hands on him. Her eyes fixed in absolute pleasure. He was used to women doing this shit as if it were a chore. As if it were something they thought he wanted in order to please them back. He wasn’t selfish. He didn’t want them to do anything they didn’t want to do.

But what a fuckin’ difference when he got with a real head hunter. He gave her all of his moans, all of his encouragement. Sweat poured down his temple. He watched and felt her work him, a near feeding frenzy.

He thought about baseball, the DMV, LA traffic, anything to keep this climax at bay. But then she sucked hard enough to sting and he threw his head back once more. “Shiiit,” he groaned.

His powerful climax hit the back of her throat. She hummed around it, swallowing every last drop. She continued to suck him, wringing it all. He fed her and wished he could cum again just to the sound of her humming around his dick.

He heaved as she released him, inch by slow inch, and finally let him go with a wet pop. Her eyes were closed as she licked her lips. The lipstick was a little smudged and he groaned. Fuck. He wanted to go again already. But he’d never quite had the soul sucked out of him like that. He needed a moment to calm down, to get his bearings.

“You beautiful boy,” she whispered, more to herself. He watched the emotions play out on her face as she wiped the corners of her mouth and sucked on her finger.

“You talk about me being nasty,” he said.

The librarians didn’t do it like this back in LA. Maybe he needed to frequent the bookstore more. Find the quiet girls. Those were some closet freaks. Shy as hell though. Still might be worth looking into.

The Librarian chuckled and got to her feet. She moved away but Tyrone grabbed her hand. “Wait, lemme return the favor,” he said.

“That’s okay, baby. I got what I wanted,” she said. Her eyes were too narrow for him to catch her meaning. She caressed his face, those long nails sending arrows of lust straight to his dick.

“Please,” he said and licked his lips. It wasn’t in him to leave a woman unsatisfied while he got off scott-free. He ain’t never begged for pussy. But dammit he wanted it. If her pussy was anything like her head game, he’d have to consider moving here. Maybe getting out of the game would be worth it.

“That’s okay, baby. Really,” she said. She moved her hand from his face and he grabbed her again. He kissed the back of it and then flipped it over to kiss her palm. He left wet kisses on her wrist and up her forearm.

“Let me taste you,” he said. “Please?”

She smirked at him. “What about your friends?”

“Fuck ‘em. They ain’t my kids,” Tyrone said.

She chuckled and raised her eyebrow at him. He shook with restraint. Anyone else and he’d bulldoze his way in. Talk all kinds of nasty shit in their ear to get them to spread their legs. But she was different. She drove him wild.

His skin was feverish. Desperate. He had to have her. There was no way he would leave without tasting her and seeing what made her squirm. What made her scream.

“Come on then,” she said. She said it like she didn’t believe him. That he couldn’t pleasure her. He wondered if some boonie fuck got to fuck her. If she was comparing them. He’d make sure she remembered him.

Tyrone stood up from the chair as she stood facing him, inching her skirt up her thighs and revealing that she, in fact, did not wear panties. He groaned as he watched her. She sat on the desk and spread her legs for him. For him.

He sauntered closer, running his fingers through her soaking folds. He dropped his head to his shoulder and groaned.

“You gon’ kill me,” he said.

She chuckled and ran her hands across his shoulders. She kissed his cheek. “Never,” she said.

He lifted his head high enough to kiss her. The smell and taste of her made him bolder. He slipped his fingers inside of her, pumping her, seeing how much of him she can take. He slipped in with ease and he felt her clench around his fingers.

Pride swept through him that she was so wet for him. He kneeled down, placing one of her legs over his shoulder. He kissed her pussy, inhaled the scent of her. He groaned in satisfaction and feasted on her.

He went in fast, flicking her clit. “Oh shit,” she said. Her hands gripped his shoulder. Her thighs squeezed his head and he went faster, flicking that little nub until it was nice and swollen.

“Right there, right there,” she panted. Her voice rose in octaves. He kept it up, giving her exactly what she needed. He used his thumbs to open her up wider. Her juices coated the entire lower half of his face.

He dug in, licking and flicking, sucking, and moaning. She tasted so damn good, so damn divine. “That’s right, eat it, baby,” she encouraged.

The praise hit him like a sack of bricks. It spurned him on, wanting to please her. He slipped his fingers back into her pussy, curling them and rubbing her spongy wet walls until she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but murmur and coo and grip his cornrows roughly.

She tensed before orgasming, twitching and jerking beneath him. He licked up what she gushed out, not ready to give up the ghost. All of her sounds were in the back of her throat. Animalistic, guttural.

He stood up, wiped his mouth, and then entered her before she could draw breath. Her eyes flashed red once more but it was just a trick of the light. He pounded into her ruthlessly.

He moaned and kept going. She was a welcome sheath for his straining dick. Her heated core felt so good, so right, that he became more animalistic himself. He pulled her by the legs to the edge of the desk, supporting her weight, and spearing her.

He wanted to split her in half. He fucked her and her pussy gripped his dick like it had a mind of its own. He’d never met a woman like her. Will never meet another.

She only grew wetter and he slipped and sputtered as he pounded. He kept going, searching and reaching for the deepest part of her.

“Goddamn, you feel so good. So - uh- good,” he said.

She cried every time he went in, her face twisted in that perfect mix of ecstasy and pain. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Deep-mm-deeper,” she moaned.

He angled his hips and pulled her closer, giving all of himself to her. Her hand was on his chest as if to push him away. But she grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, kissing him. She licked his lips and he lost his rhythm. If she kept shit like that up, he wasn’t going to last.

“Let me cum in this pussy,” he begged. “Let me cum in it.” It was a desperate need. That same primal need to mark her or claim her. To fill her up. Humans lost their super sense of smell many evolutions ago. But he wished that anyone who came across her in the future would be able to smell him on her, in her.

She wheezed as he finally hit a spot deep enough for her. She rocked on his dick as she moaned. Her teeth grew a bit sharper, her nails a little longer, and her eyes a wicked deep shade of red.

Her head was thrown back as he watched the transformation, watched as she seemed to swell with energy. “Fuck me, Tyrone. Fuck me,” she said. Her desk made scraping noises as he pounded into her.

His heartbeat was in tune with his strokes. He wanted to stop, needed to stop, but she felt so good bouncing on his dick. She trained those red eyes on him and smirked.

“Cum in this pussy,” she commanded.

He let go, his climax making his eyes cross. He shouted his release into her, pumping her full of his biggest load yet. He stuffed her full and it triggered her own orgasm. She squeezed his dick and he cried out, hoarse, losing his voice to her. Losing his mind to her.

He slipped out while she laughed and settled onto the desk. “Oh, I could gorge myself on you for years,” she said and cackled, throwing her hands across her chest and hugging herself.

He wasn’t tripping. Her eyes really were fucking red. He pulled his pants back up and backed out of the room. Her cackles followed him.

“Come back any time and see me, Tyrone!”

Tyrone ran down the hallway, her cackling laughter seeming to follow him. He didn’t dare risk a look back. He flew past the door, past Mike and Paul.

“What the fuck!” Paul yelled. No need to be told a thing, Mike and Paul raced after Tyrone. He didn’t stop running. Her laughter was in his head. In his skin.

He ran to the car and hopped in the driver’s side. He yelled for the keys. Paul threw it to him and slipped into the passenger side while Mike just made it into the back.

It was pitch black, not even the street lamps enough to pierce the darkness.

“Anytime.” Tyrone heard in his head. The tires squealed against the pavement as he threw the car in reverse.

Fuck Vegas! If there was one thing he knew, it was how to get the fuck home. He put his foot to the floor of the car and peeled off down the road. He was confused, still a little horny, but all around freaked out.

He swerved onto the freeway and put the night and that crazy bitch out of his mind. But the laughter still followed him all the way home.

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You need some more in your life? There's more! The Secret Tyrone Files

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cookie-crumblr · 7 months

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 3~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part: 1 2 3 4

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, name calling (bitch, slut, ), BULLY, NSFW, NON CON GANG BANG, multiple partners, SA. violence against reader, burning, drugged reader(pot edible), (is this angst?), choking

It sprays directly into his face.

“You’re gonna get it bitch!” He let’s go in favor of rubbing his eyes. “You’re not-AHG!-not even supposed to have shit like that on campus!”

Shit… You know he’s right. You really shouldn’t have. At least you’ve never been in trouble before. Maybe the headmaster will have mercy.

You laugh on your way down the stairs, thankfully you tumble slow enough to make it out at the bottom unscathed.

“Oh ho ho, what do we have here?” Ezra’s voice comes from behind and you freeze.

“E-Ezra!? s-sorry! I-I didn’t know she was—” The guy stumbled on his way down, still not able to see past burning tears.

“She’s not. Now get out.” Only two of his gang members are nearby, but the weight of his status would carry even if he was alone. “You,” He points to one of them, “make sure he doesn’t rat this bitch out.”

Before the guy’s backs are even out of veiw, Ezra’s hand is in your hair, pulling you up painfully to his hunched over, but still tall, level. You struggle to hold yourself up in effort to lessen the pain in your scalp.

“Looks like somebody just broke a huge rule and…” He stares into your eyes, “Are you high~? on campus~?”

The realization hits you hard. “You mean…”

“Ya better cooperate if ya don’t wanna get in trouble”

Tears prick at your eyes.

No…

At this point you already know not to defy him.

You nod your head yes.

“Good slut.” He throws you forward into a walk in front of him.

You think a of running, but your body feels so heavy and hot. The more you stumble the more Ezra pushes you, but he doesn’t seem angry. In fact, the worse you get, the happier he looks.

You start to giggle again, unaware of your sealed fate.

Your vision is hazy, everything feels like a dream.

Ezra almost completely misses the door, he’s too busy paying close attention to the haphazard swaying of your body.

He wraps an arm around your neck to pull you back a few steps, “Huh? Woah!” his skin feels so warm, you practically snuggle into him. Along with being so close to his body is the almost nostalgic scent that comes from him. It permeates your senses making you dizzy.

Ezra is taken completely back by you, watching you forget everything in that moment, as if you’re just an innocent little puppy in a field. For just a split second, he has a feeling he can’t quite explain or label. In the next, it’s gone.

He’s infuriated.

You are infuriating him.

And he’s going to make sure you suffer.

You’re still giggling at first, as your guts twist into knots trying to warn you of the danger you’re in.

“Be as rough as you want with this one,” He throws your disheveled form into the room with a dozen or so men.

Lewd heat spreads between your thighs.

The first couple of guys step forward and it sets in.

For some reason you look desperately to Ezra to save you. Even after everything he’s done to you, you search his face for any empathy at all.

You see nothing.

Your heart sinks, and your body shakes, as too many hands start to assault you.

Ezra lights a cigarette, and pulls out his phone, he’s unable to meet your big pleading puppy dog eyes with his own.

“E-Ezra…?” neither of you know why you call to him, begging him to please make them stop.

For it all to just be a joke this time maybe.

But he appears unbothered to you, and you quickly and quietly give up.

Silent sobs wrack you.

Before long and you’re stripped naked, the men have you on your knees, straddling one of them, with another behind you, one is in front of your and two on both sides.

Guiltily, there’s so much heat between your legs it’s practically unbearable, you resist the urge to move.

Disgusted by yourself and your situation, your mind reels… It takes you far, far away as the first dicks touch and rub and penetrate you.

They take everything from you.

Any peace you’ve felt, any hope you had, any dignity and happiness.

You are becoming a shell as a repulsive pleasure fills you.

They rub you and bite you, and suck on you as they pound into you. The way you bounce from one shoves you into the others, you reach for purchase only for your hands to be filled with more cocks.

Ezra finaly walks over to you but it’s to grab you roughly by your hair, he pulls his lighter back out in his other hand.

You try and shake your head no. No! No, Please! as he brings the heat closer to your skin.

He plays with the flame under your forearm. It feels like you might actually be catching on fire, it burns horrendously.

When you cry out, not even registering your own voice, another stranger’s dick stuffs your throat.

Before long everything hurts and the burning is becoming unbearable.

You aren’t sure where they all end and you begin.

You aren’t sure where you even are in this anymore.

Ezra’s smoke hangs in the air above you.

You smell it over all the sweat and musky bodies around you.

One of the men even finds your bulging throat and squeezes it.

You see thick stars fast.

Your body becomes too hot to bear any longer, and you shake with an overwhelming orgasm. Tears you hadn’t noticed thicken as they fall down your cheeks.

You feel sick as the men start to finish inside and all over you. They slowly pull out of your sopping holes, and you think for a second it’s over.

Then you realize they’re all just taking turns.

You open your mouth on your own this time, hoping if you just cooperate with them it will be over sooner.

Your hips start to move all on their own, in tune with them, and soon you’re all one.

Once they’re all spent, they throw you onto the ground. Some of them take your clothes on their way out.

You are left with nothing. physically and mentally.

Ezra turns back to glance over your abused and dirty body and stands still just long enough for you to notice.

He then flicks his burning cigarette butt at you and slams the door behind him.

You don’t know how long you even lay there, sticky, cold, and in agony.

You might have even passed out a couple of times, but you can’t even tell the difference between the two, until a thin stream of light comes through the doorway.

“D-don’t…” You weakly cry out, hoarsely and almost too quiet to hear.

They take you to the ER.

When you wake up, you scream.

Ezra is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, until he sees you stir and rushes over.

His hand slaps over your mouth to silence you.

“Shhhh! Are you fuckin’ done?”

You nod vigorously.

He slowly pulls away, and shoves his hand in his pocket.

He leans over you against the wall, “I didn’t think you’d wake up so soon…” His eyes are trained on your shaking legs.

“Wh-what a-re you doing h-here?”

A guy with fluffy pink hair enters the room with a tray of food in his hands, and a frown on his face. “You still haf’ta eat—”

Both you and Ezra slowly and silently look over to him.

“Oh, hey! You’re awake” He looks down to the tray and back up to you. “I’ll go grab another one of these!”

… He shifts uncomfortably.

“A-are you gonna be okay?” He inspects your eyes from afar.

You glance at Ezra, who’s still leaning over you.

If he was going to hurt you he would.

“mhm,” you nod with a shrug.

He sighs in relief as he leaves the tray, and then walks out the door.

Clearing your throat you ask, “What are you doing here?” with more energy and confidence, managing to steel yourself. Though your voice is still hoarse.

“I… Don’t know.” he sounds unusually uncertain.

“You don’t know?”

“No! I said I don’t!” He turns away to knock a chair onto the floor. You jump and yip, and he spins back around, his eyes wider for a second. “Stop!” He steps closer again.

“Stop what!? You’re the one tormenting me!” You meet his volume.

“Just… Stop…! I don’t know!” He leans swiftly toward you causing you to jump, “Just… Shut up.” His voice is as cruel as his face, but his words are quiet. His eyes soft.

He grabs your chin and squeezes you between his finger and thumb, turning your face to his.

In the same moment he brings his lips to yours.

His scent fills you, along with a tingling warmth.

You’re too dumbfounded and dizzy to move “mm!” you moan quietly and high pitched without meaning to.

His hold on you becomes… Gentle.

He pets your head, and shushes you.

You didn’t notice you were crying.

The heels of your little fists come to your eyes as you begin to sob, he continues to lean over you, an arm against the wall.

Before he can let you finish crying on your own, the other man walks in again, a second tray in his grasp.

“Oh no! you’ll let the food get cold!” He rushes over to dote on you.

“I need’a smoke,” Ezra slowly stands, before leaving without glancing back.

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jinxxangel13 · 5 months

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Phantom of the Night

Chapter 1

This will be a 141/female oc, with possible variations down the line depending on the route I take with a pairing.

Updates will hopefully be once a week, depending on my work schedule. So thank you everyone for being so patient with me!

Hope you enjoy!

~Masterlist~ -Next-

The helo finally started its descent. The front of the vehicle housed a quiet man with a bright smile as he spoke into his headset to the only other person in the air with him. The woman sitting behind him held onto her seat with a joyous laugh at the man's jokes.

“Nik, stop or my stomach is going to burst!” The woman was finally gaining control of her breathing as he landed on the helipad perfectly. Not that she expected anything less from the Russian man who had become a friend over the course of the last few years they had known each other.

With a deep chuckle, Nikolai shuts everything down as she unbuckles herself and starts to gather her backpack and two large duffles, dropping them to the ground out of the door before tossing another duffle towards him.

“Come on, Nik. We’re already late because of you.” She joked towards him, jumping down from the helo without difficulty. Funny now that she thinks about it; she had seen recruits hit the ground like a sack of potatoes more times than she could count, and here she is able to do it in her sleep most likely.

“Says the one who made me late, Kitty Kat.” He rolled his eyes and followed after her onto the tarmac.

She shook her head at the nickname, taking the hair tie out of her hair to let her braid out of its bun and grabbing her bags to find her way through the new base in search of only one person.

The two of them were attracting many looks, Nik seemingly used to it, but the woman next to him was definitely uncomfortable with the eyes on her but kept her head up as they made their way through a set of doors.

Nikolai stopped at a standard wood door, knocking before walking right in. The woman followed behind him and set her bags right next to the door before looking around the room.

It was a moderate sized meeting room of sorts, multiple swivel chairs scattered around a large mahogany table that took up a majority of the room. Two fairly large men were standing in the corner farthest from where Nikolai and Kit were at the door, one of which sported a black balaclava with a white skull imprint on the front and a UK flag on the front of his tac vest, while the slightly shorter man had some sort of weird mohawk and an SAS patch on his chest. There was another man, younger than the other two, dark skin and short hair sitting on the opposite side of the table.

There was a TV stand set up in the corner behind an open laptop between the larger men and the youngest, with the woman the pair came in looking for was standing. The person in question was standing just behind the small screen, an average size woman in her mid forties with brown hair pulled out of her face. She was standing hunched over the laptop with a man in his mid to late 30’s, brown mutton chops and some kind of odd looking fisherman hat.

A boonie hat? She hadn’t seen anyone wear one since she was younger.

“Kate Laswell, good to see you again, old friend.” The woman finally spoke up from next to Nik.

The older woman across from her snapped her head up to the voice. Kate's hard set eyes softened after taking the other woman in for the first time in what seemed like years, a smile appeared on her face as she relaxed slightly at the sight of the 5’9” woman.

The woman next to Nikolai had dark hair that tumbled down her back in a long braid, piercing silver eyes that seem to observe everything all of the time, and olive skin that was only disrupted by the sight of freckles across her face. She wore a grey long sleeve shirt under a camo jacket, black cargo pants and boots expertly laced up, with a small neck wrap tucked into the back of her jacket,

“Captain Felis. You know it is always a pleasure.” Kate walked around the man next to her, holding her hand out to Felis, to which Kate was pulled into a much needed hug.

Both women checkled as they stepped back from each other, Kate turning to address everyone else in the room but looking towards Nikolai.

“Thank you for the safe travels, Nik. I appreciate not being thrown from a plane this time.” Kit nagged, shaking his hand before he nodded with a chuckle.

“One time, Kit. Laswell, Price, a pleasure.” Nik turned and walked back out of the door and shut it behind him.

Kit sighed as he left, looking back towards the group in front of herself and Laswell.

“Captain Felis, I'd like for you to meet Task Force 141. This is Captain John Price,” Kate motioned to the older man she was conversing with before Felis came in.

Price walked around to shake Kit’s hand, with her returning the firm handshake.

“Nice to meet you, Captain Price. Most people just call me Kitty, or Kit.” She shrugged with a gentle smile.

“This is Lieutenant Ghost Riley,” He motioned to the larger man with the skull mask. “These are my Sergeants, Gaz Garrick and Soap MacTavish.” Price nodded towards the younger dark skinned man as Gaz, and the mohawk as Soap.

Kit nodded to the three of them, recognition flashing in her eyes at their names, having seen their files from Laswell a few months prior to being requested on this particular base.

Laswell waved her hands towards the table to get everyone seated. Kit took a seat closer to the door with her back to the far wall and the door in her line of sight. Old habits die hard.

Price sat next to Laswell at the other end of the table, with Soap sitting next to him, Ghost standing behind them and next to the door, and Kyle sitting to Kit’s right on the other side of Laswells and across from Price.

“Gaz, Soap, Ghost. Captain Felis is going to be your doctor on base, and a field medic when needed.” Laswell passed a folder to Price, most likely Kit’s if she guessed correctly. “As well as a strategist and stealth specialist.”

Kit took a deep breath, leaning her elbow on the table.

“I hope that’s the redacted version, Kate.” Kit chuckled softly, meeting Laswell’s eyes.

Laswell shook her head with a gentle smile. “As if you’d give me access to any other.”

Both women laughed softly together, much to the confusion of the four men in the room.

“And don’t worry, boys, I know how to handle myself with anything thrown at me. That’s a guarantee.” Kit shrugged, eyes meeting everyone's gaze head on with no fear.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap mactavish x reader #poly 141 x reader #poly tf141 #141 x reader #captain john price x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #ghost x oc #soap x oc #john price x oc #gaz x oc

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dollya-robinprotector · 8 months

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FINALLY! DOLLYA CONCEPT

I'll have a little look back and remember how I came up with this current Sona design. The me of 2021 definitely would look at this and go "WTF???". When I search and place old drawings side by side for comparison, It's really been a process of changing my perspective on myself and constantly finding what I want.

It'll be very random and full of my old drawings, so if you don't mind a little rambling, welcome to go under the cut and go back in time with me!

Let's start with this design. As you can clearly see it was based on how I actually look irl, from the outfit, hairstyle to make-up.

Tbf this was not my first attempt to create a Sona, but it was a huge milestone because it's 2018, the year I got into my dream Art university and left home. My style completely changed, and this Sona showed it perfectly.

I drew this with my fingers, on my broken phone, to enter a Vietnamese clothes design competition, where we modernized some traditional clothes. What I did here is a modernized Nhật Bình. I won and got my design made into real clothes and sent to me. I'm still proud of it to this day XD

It was fun! I draw her almost daily, like how I do with Lya and Lyah in this blog. I used her to make friends with other artists. I even created a gender-bent version for her : D

But the uni life was stressful, especially when I entered my third year and tried to escape my parents' grasp. They were furious and threatened me, I started working extra and do commission to pay for my own living and rent, lessons were hard, and homework and projects were pilling,... As a result, I often use my sona to stress draw.

It didn't help much, my anxieties and insecurities kept adding to the molten fire inside me, and my overthinking got worse day by day.

But then at some point, I decided to separate myself from that sona. She turned into one of my many OCs, maybe more special but I no longer see my entire self in her anymore.

I have to thank my two besties for that. They pulled me out of my darkest moments and stayed with me. They remain to be my only two most important people in this whole world.

I started to "reuse" the sona appearance into creating many other OCs for many other fandoms I joined (Cookierun, HnK, FGO, KnY, Genshin,...). I had fun jumping between different styles lol.

The idea for the current design started to take shape when one day I drew her wearing a white delicate dress (I usually just do red) and a see-through sleep dress I just bought.

Something started clicking.

Then I became an assistant for an Ero Artist. Yup. I started to be exposed to more "sexy" character designs and tbh I just love those. I love drawing female characters already, but there's something something about cute and sexy girls in lingerie... If you know what I mean.

The design slowly became clearer. Cute and pristine-white, see-through lingerie, with little four petals flowers, and little bows, perfect.

The details still varied. They depended on the style I was using or my mood, whether I wanted to go into details or not. That's the fun of drawing your own design, let's keep it.

And here we are~ Maybe it's still not final, but I'm happy with it, and that's enough for me now!

If you've been reading this far, thank you and congratulations! I will send you a kiss and wish you a good day~~ Hope you're having fun scrolling on my blog~

#Dollya concept #dollya art #Just Dollya herself #cw self destruction #cw self doubt #cw self loathing #cw self deprecation #concept art #character concept #all in all this is a fun journey

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jaxfromthatcircus · 7 months

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Hey, it's me and this is my blog

SO guess what? I found acess to one of those funky computers that Caine keeps in secret... And made this! Isn't it cool? Eh, not like I have anything better to do anyways.

So I guess you people from the interneet can send me some cool asks about how things are going here, I just won't spill secrets okay?

...Who am I kidding, of course I will.

Warnings!

Be aware that the person behind this blog IS AN ADULT and so is the character, mod is 19 and Jax is 22. Do NOT send me anything sexual if you're a minor. This blog may contain sexual or suggestive jokes and is considered 16+.

Be mindful that this blog is both based in canon AND headcanons, so some stuff might not be completely "in character". If you see something that you dislike, remember that the character IS an asshole but also the mod's just having fun with it lol don't need to harass anyone because of a silly gag.

This blog may contain mentions of drug and alcohol use as well as heavy topics like mental breakdowns, panic, and similar. Suicidal topics will be kept to a minimum but may always happen, so viewer discretion is advised.

Meet the crew!

You can check out other blogs that I mainly interact with here! Amazing masterlist by yours @ask-abstracted-kaufmo truly, go give em some love!!

Why did you not answer me?

If I did not answer your ask yet, there might be a reason:

- I'm sleeping or working

- I am searching for a more appropriate answer to the question (if it relates to canon stuff)

- There was an exactly same ask sooner so I'm killing two birds with one stone

- I'm editing an image for the ask

- I'm not following the order or the asks for a funny reason

- Too many asks, mod is sorry for this one-

- Update March 24: hhhh not great era, I'm sorry if I may take long but managing life has been crazy rn

The children!

So far we have 9 kid anons that Jax is caring for

That doesn't mean you can't make your own silly anons to interact too, bring your ocs, it's fine! This is just a list of adopted children.

[Last update on 22/04/2024]

So far, we got:

cool anon

foreheadkisser

clown

lav

sleepy

strawberry

patchwork

pastel

phoenix

Roleplaying

"This is how Jax talks! Hi darlin' ;)"

This is how we're gona describe actions and anything that is not to be said out loud.

[mod coffee: and this is how yours truly, mod coffee, will appear here once in a while! hello ;) ]

Extras!

Other blogs also ran by me are @jaxrabbitoid-thehuman, @dogday-shines-bright and @ask-theredcrown check it out if you feel like it!

I made a mod blog where you can reach out to me! It's @mod-coffee-is-here!

#the amazing digital circus #jax #tadc jax #tadc #the amazing digital circus jax #jax tadc #jax the rabbit #jax the amazing digital circus #ask jax rabbitoid #jax rabbitoid posts #a message from the mod

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Mercy-two

gif created by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OC

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, smut, mythological talk, violence.

Summary: "Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realizing he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her.

Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel.

Authors Notes: I hope you all enjoy what I have planned for this story because it's going to be amazing!

Tags[OPEN]: @thescarlettvvitch @blackveilomens @crimson-calligraphyx @cookiesupplier @lyschko666 @shilohrosechicken @thebadchic @iknownothingpeople @sammyjoeee @malice-ov-mercy @kaelyn-lobrutto24

LETHIA

I stood before the old, cracked, mirror, completely bare, and a scowl stared back at me as I took in my new appearance. I felt off; wrong, and despised the darkness that encompassed the room. I held my hand out in front of me to look at the long black nails; sharp as knives. My gaze then took in the sight of the wings that protruded from my shoulder blades and a sob left my lips when I realized that I didn’t look like myself. The ink that covered my arms had no true meaning or designs but one held my gaze longer than the others.

It was on my ribs and the design was of a snake wrapping around a hand that held an apple. I titled my head in confusion at it, unsure as to why this design was the one that stood out to me so much.

Up in the kingdom, my hair was down to my back in golden waves, my nails were short nubs, and my skin was pure with no ink. But I wasn’t sure what I was more afraid of, my wings or my eyes.

My eyes were blood red as I stared at myself in the mirror. It was as if pure evil was in my presence.

The devil.

My body shook at the thought, not knowing where that word came from, and the noise my wings made echoed throughout the abandoned building I was holed up in. The wings that I felt disgusted by. Angels were known by their wings and everyone knew of my bright golden ones. But now, the darkness that caused my fall had taken over every aspect of my form.

My wings were black as the night sky but seemed to almost glow in the darkness of the building. What used to be soft and weightless was now heavy and jagged as it felt like a crushing weight against my back. I wrapped them around myself, hiding underneath the dark feathers, and I let out a shuddering breath. I despised the way I looked now and turned my back to the mirror, refusing to look at myself any longer.

During my time in the Kingdom, I never was present when angels fell but I heard many stories. In all of them, an angel never changed during their fall. They lost their wings but their looks remained the same. Throughout the entire history of angels and the Kingdom, as far as I knew, I was the only angel that drastically changed.

Was it because I went against the King? Was it because of who I found myself in bed with before my fall?

I didn’t know where I went from here, unsure of the path I needed to follow. Since creation, I followed some sort of leader or order but now my purpose didn’t matter.

Through all the doubt and confusion, there was one thing I knew I needed to do. I sat with my legs crossed and took a deep breath while letting my eyes flutter shut. I’d been in this place for the last few days, hiding away from the outside world, as I tried to center myself. Even though I was upset with the way my appearance changed from the fall, I was glad that my powers remained; especially the fact that I was able to become aware of my surroundings. I was in a different time period and while at first, I felt different, an outcast among mortals, with hours spent dream walking I was able to learn more about where I fell.

The cool air brushed along my bare skin, my nipples perking, as I let out a long breath, finally feeling weightless when the scene in front of me changed. No longer was I sitting in the abandoned building but instead, I was standing in front of yet another mirror, still naked. I looked in the reflection of the glass seeing a bed behind me with orange lights glowing from behind it. There was a figure sitting at the edge of it with a piece of fabric wrapped around his waist and water dripped from the long strands of his hair.

The window to the bedroom was open and a crow perched itself on the sill of it, cawing when our gazes locked. I’d seen this crow many times before when I dreamed walked, almost as if it was my familiar.

With another caw from the bird, the man on the bed snapped his head, brown eyes drinking me in as I shifted on my feet and when his hand extended towards me, I studied the tattoos that seemed to cover every inch of skin.

“Lethia.”

I twitched as if hearing my name on his lips awoke something within me.

“Come here.”

Instantly, he pulled me into his lap and my hands rested on his shoulders. It wasn’t only his hands that were tattooed, almost every inch of his chest, stomach, and arms were as well.

He brushed the hair from my face but I kept my gaze cast away from him, not wanting him to see the darkness behind them.

“Don’t hide from me, Lethia. I want to see those eyes.”

A finger lifted my chin where briefly our gazes locked and my heart beat widely in my chest. His name weighed heavy on my tongue but I refused to say it. He licked his lips before they pressed delicate kisses along my jawline, down to my neck, and I sucked in a breath when he used his grip on my hips to move me back and forth on his lap. The fabric that covered his bottom half did nothing to hide the outline of his cock as it pressed against my heated core.

“Say my name,” he rasped in the crook of my neck leaving bites against the skin.

I did my best to shake my head as a moan fell from my lips. Unlike outside of the dream state, I was able to feel his touch; his fingers gripping my hips, his teeth scraping along the pulse point of my neck, and the head of his cock breaking free from the fabric and sliding against my folds.

There were many times in the kingdom that I found myself intimate with other angels, my most recent lover the reason for my fall, but something with him was different. The way my heart pounded so hard in my chest, I could hear it in my ears. Or the way my stomach burned with desire and spread through my entire essence.

“Say it,” he poised the head of his cock at my entrance.

I shook my head. “No.”

A grunt sounded from the back of his throat before he switched our positions so he was leaning over me while I lay beneath him. My fingers quickly worked through the long strands of his still-damp hair, marveling at the softness of them. Intense eyes stared down at me, lip caught between his teeth.

“You’re an angel.”

“Shit,” I mewled when he finally pressed his cock between my folds, filling me up completely.

Not giving me a second to breathe, he began slamming into me with such force I scratched my nails down the tattoos of his chest and stomach to try and grab onto something.

“Say. It.” He punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips.

His fingers linked through mine and held our intertwined hands above my head. The fire burning from his eyes was almost too much to take so I dropped my gaze lower to his neck and I sucked in a breath at the tattoo.

A snake wrapped around a hand that held an apple.

The pad of his thumb brushed against my swollen clit in fast circles and my toes curled as the orgasm washed over me in a tidal wave, his name finally falling from my lips.

“Noah.”

My eyes snapped open with a choked breath as I nearly stumbled over in my position on the floor. I was back in the abandoned building, alone, and quickly rose to my feet while trying to gain my composure. When I dreamwalked in the past, there never was a set destination, only going where my brain and heart guided me. I wasn't sure why it led me to the man who saved me a few nights ago.

My skin prickled with desire, the feel of Noah still heavy on my senses, and I squeezed my legs together hoping it would kill the ache in my core. It wasn’t uncommon for angels to lay with other angels; I had before, more recently with Lucifer. Which, some above in the Kingdom would say that’s the reason why I fell.

But with this mortal, Noah, something felt different inside of me. An unknown heat burned my entire soul at the mere thought of him. Although I couldn’t feel his physical touch, his emotional touch hindered me in the most confusing ways.

With a deep breath and a roll of my shoulders, my wings sank into my back while I reached for the jeans and shirt I stole from the store around the block. I quickly got dressed and slipped into my black boots. I tried not to let the thoughts of those brown eyes and the tattoo on his neck hinder me from my current mission.

I needed to find a church.

NOAH

My feet pounded lightly against the pavement as I left my car parked in the street, ready to meet up with the guys for a late lunch. I’d been in the studio most of the day and when Jolly called about getting something to eat, my stomach growled in agreement before I could.

“You need to get out of the house, Noah. You’ve been locked in the studio the last three days.”

I didn’t bother arguing with Jolly because it was true. The old, battered, notebook I used to write my lyrics never left my side the last few days, my current page being bookmarked by the long black feather; the one Lethia left behind in her wake. The image, the thought of her taking over every part of me. Even in my dreams, she felt so real. The touch of her, the scent of her, and her sweet sounds especially the dream I had mere hours ago felt so fucking real. Even the crow that watched us from my window.

I was still perplexed as to why for the last few weeks I kept dreaming of Lethia, long before even meeting her. And why ever since I did meet her, the dreams felt more intense; real.

Running a hand through my hair, I rounded the block and pushed past the large crowds of people that poured out from the bar, stumbling into the streets; dressed to the nines in costume. With Halloween a couple of weeks away, some of the local bars were having Costume Nights, hence what I was seeing right now. There was a sudden commotion just past the group of people and I stopped at what I saw.

“What the fuck,” I muttered the curse into my hand as I rubbed my jaw.

Lethia was standing at the corner of the block with her hands wrapped around a man's wrist.

“What gives you the right to say those vulgar words to me?” the anger in her voice radiated down the block.

The man, dressed in a white toga and golden leaf crown, tried to rip his arm from Lethia’s grip but hissed out in pain.

“Those jeans do wonders for your ass, sweetheart. Those tits are begging to be grabbed.”

A scowl pulled on her lips. “Mortals. You’re disgusting. You all think you’re owed anything you desire.”

“I’ll give you whatever you desire,” the man traced a finger down her face.

Jealousy stabbed my chest seeing how close he was to Lethia but before I could step in, she had twisted his arm over her head, causing him to flip over onto his back, slamming into the pavement below. He tried to fight it but Lethia simply stepped on his chest, keeping him locked in place with her boot.

“What the fuck,” he struggled.

Lethia pressed the heel of her boot harder into his chest. “I should eviscerate you, right here. In front of your friends who simply can’t stand up for you. How pathetic.”

One of the guys’ friends snuck up behind Lethia to try and wrap an arm around her neck to pull her away but she must have heard or sensed him because she whipped around, knocking him back with elbow.

“Fucking bitch!” The second guy cried out, clutching his bloody nose.

Toga guy scrambled to his feet but Lethia was two steps ahead of him and kicked him in the nose, knocking him back down.

“How is she so strong?” Toga guy spat out blood.

Hearing the crowd next to me muttering something about calling the police, I cursed and pushed my way through, knowing that if I didn’t do something soon, Lethia would be in a position she couldn’t fight her way out of.

“What the fuck!” She screamed as I quickly scooped her up, tossing her over my shoulder. “Unhand me! NOW!”

Her hands smacked against my back but not wanting to risk staying around the mess of bodies at my feet, I quickly ran back down the block toward my car.

“Can you stop smacking me?” I grunted while shifting her position on my shoulder.

“LET ME GO!” Lethia tried to knee me in the gut but I wrapped my arm tighter around her legs, keeping her locked in place.

It took a bit of trouble but I managed to reach for my keys to unlock my car just as I walked up. Yanking the door open, I gently dropped Lethia into the front seat, her feet kicking widely at me.

“I swear to gods if you don’t stop kicking me, I’m going to leave you here to deal with those assholes on your own,” I said with agitation.

It was a lie. I had zero intentions of leaving her here with them, even if she could handle herself.

Lethia halted her thrashing for a moment, tilting her head up towards me as I leaned over the car.

“Gods? What Gods? There is only one King,” she said.

Sudden commotion from where we just came from caught my attention and I saw Toga guy and friend frantically looking around.

“Shit,” I cursed while quickly buckling Letha into her seat.

“What is this contraption? Why can’t I move?”

Ignoring her shouts, I shut the door and ran across to the driver's side, easily slipping behind the wheel. Thankfully I was able to drive away without the two guys noticing Lethia was in my front seat.

“What the hell was that about?” I asked, glancing at her briefly.

She kept pulling on her seatbelt. “Those men said such vulgar things. I couldn’t allow them to get away with it.

The sound of the blinker echoed in my car as I turned left, our destination unknown.

“I’m pretty sure you broke both of their noses,” I chuckled.

“I would have done more if you didn’t pull me away,” Lethia grumbled under her breath, the seatbelt snapping against her chest.

She didn’t even flinch.

“You need to let me out of whatever this thing is.”

I raised a brow. “Have plans?”

Her red eyes assessed every inch of my car before her gaze fell on the side of my face.

“None that concern you,” Lethia replied flatly.

I hummed while pulling the car to a stop at a red light. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel as silence filled the tiny space between us. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Lethia stared straight out through the windshield of the car.

“Do all mortal men have staring problems?” Her lips were pulled in a tight line.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my smirk away. “I’ve never seen eyes your color before.”

When the light turned green, I began driving again, hoping Lethia would give me an inclination on where she wanted to go.

“There’s quite a lot you don’t know about me, Noah,” she clicked her tongue on her teeth.

My cock twitched in my jeans at the way my name sounded on her lips and I shifted in the seat, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was grasping the steering wheel.

I cleared my throat. “I’m glad to see your injuries healed up nicely.”

“I said they would, didn’t I?” Lethia smugly smiled.

Ignoring her witty remark, I pulled into a parking lot. She gazed up out of the window at the large yellow M sign.

“Mephistopheles?”

“No,” I shook my head with furrowed brows. “Mcdonalds. I thought you might be hungry.”

She fell back into her seat. “I don’t eat.”

I continued to stare at her, confusion etched in my bones. This was only our second meeting and every time she either said or did something that made me question where she came from.

“I know you said you weren’t hungry but what if-.”

Lethia suddenly sat forward. “Is that a church”

With narrowed eyes, I followed her finger as she pointed to a building across the street.

“Uh-yeah?” I answered with hesitation.

“Thank you,” she gave a curt nod then all but scrambled out of my car.

“Wait,” I followed her movements by walking in front of the car.

But it was too late, Lethia was already halfway down the block.

“Where are you going?” I called after her.

“I need to talk to the King!” She waved a hand over her shoulder and then slipped into the sudden darkness that encased the church.

I never pegged her to be the religious type, needing to talk to her king this late in the evening but then again, I didn’t know much about her to begin with.

My feet went to follow but the buzzing from my pocket halted me and when I peered at the screen, I knew I couldn’t ignore this. With a long sigh, I got back into my car, Lethia still heavy on my mind.

LETHIA

I sat in the long, beaten, pew, and stared up at the altar where a lone statue of Jesus stood. His arms spread wide as if it was accepting everyone’s sin with a stone face; literally. A low scowl pulled on my lips as I glared at the statue.

“I don’t understand why your creation was more important than ours. The King always favored you more than us.”

An ear-ringing silence filled the large space of the church as I continued to sit there, waiting for any kind of sign from above.

“I’ve followed you since my creation. I was your number one for as long as I can remember. However, you cast me out because I loved someone other than you? We were all your children but didn’t think twice about turning your back on me.”

I sat forward with a start, hands gripping the pew in front of me and my long black nails dug into the wood.

“Why did you cast me in a different time? Is this punishment?”

The only noise in the church was the sound of the old building creaking with the blowing wind from outside.

“Fuck, give me some sort of answer!” I bellowed, my voice echoing.

More silence and that’s what finally made me rise to my feet with a start and I spat on the floor.

“Why did I think I’d get any answers from you? I’ll figure this out on my own.”

Turning my back to the altar, my footsteps bounced off the marble walls as I pushed open the doors of the church, bounding down the steps with newfound adrenaline. It was foolish of me to think I’d get the answers I deserved in a building that was built for two things; worship and greed.

My fire eyes stared straight ahead as I pushed my way through the bodies of mortals whose problems paled in comparison to mine. My mind was filled with so many different things, that I hadn’t realized I walked straight into a body, never feeling his touch, until my voice was called; quite loudly.

“Lethia!”

My gaze snapped up towards those familiar brown eyes, filled with warmth and concern.

I was wrapped in one of his arms, although I couldn’t feel it, I knew his fingers were grazing over my lower back; I felt it in my heart.

“Are you alright? You look pretty upset,” Noah asked.

His scent tickled my nose and it brought back memories of when I walked in his dream earlier. I was able to feel everything in his dream; his touch, his lips on my skin, his cock as it buried deep inside of me, and my orgasm as it ripped through me.

But here, in the flesh, I couldn’t feel any part of him on my skin. My lip quivered because out of all the confusion on where my life went moving forward, what dug the knife deeper into my chest was the fact I couldn’t feel him.

He’s a mortal! Why does my heart yearn for him in ways I don’t understand?

“Are you following me? It seems like everywhere I turn, you’re there!” I snapped, ripping myself from his embrace.

Something flashed in his eyes. “I promise you, I’m not.”

The tattoo on his neck caught my attention as it peaked through the hood of his black sweater and I felt my hands twitch at my sides. My long nails practically begged me to dig into the bright-colored ink because it mirrored the one on my ribs. There had to be some kind of connection between us, hence why I thought of Noah when I fell and how easily it was to walk into his dream earlier. Not to mention our matching tattoos.

His long hair was pulled back, only a few strands falling into the soft features of his face, and it was then that I noticed the large bag on his shoulder.

“What’s that?” I motioned towards it.

“My guitar,” Noah shifted it on his back.

“Guitar?”

“Yeah,” he nodded with a faint smile. “You know, for music.”

Music.

“You play- music?” I spoke slowly.

“Yeah, I have a band. Bad Omens.”

The proud smile on his face made something flutter in the pits of my stomach and I shifted on my feet at the uncomfortable and unknown feeling.

“Do you know Luce, then? He used to play music all the time for me.” I wondered.

If the King couldn’t give me the answers I sought, I knew Lucifer would if I found him.

Noah’s brows furrowed. “The name doesn't sound familiar, sorry.”

Cursing, I ran a hand through my hair, it still shocked me that my hands smacked my shoulder instead of continuing to run through long longs. The short length would take time to get used to.

“Why don’t you let me take you home? It’s getting kind of late.” He suggested.

I waved him off. “I was kicked out of my home.”

Noah’s jaw dropped slightly. “So, where are you staying then?”

Movement over his shoulder caught my eyes and I sucked in a breath; familiar emerald eyes staring back at me. They were calling me in, pulling my soul back to his. Black strands of his hair were combed back, further showcasing those bright eyes. His olive-colored skin I spent many nights in the Kingdom kissing sparkled under the moonlight.

“Lethia, come home.” His deep rich voice spoke to me.

“Lucifer,” I breathed.

Noah’s face twitched. “What?”

Ignoring him, I pushed past him and through the sea of people, trying to reach Lucifer until his form vanished with the blowing wind.

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Rebellion in the Shadows

Summary: The day before his Matai ceremony, he finds an outsider on his territory.

Pairings: Joseph Anoa’i x Black OC

A/N: This is a story that has been in the works for months. I was unsure of how I wanted to write Joe/Roman’s Character. ( I played around with multiple plot ideas.) This is an alternate universe fiction. So I’m trying to get his character down pack. This story also has a lot of their culture incorporated into a culture I’m creating. So this will be a slow posted story as I don’t want to butcher their culture in any way. ( I also have a culture I created entirely, so I might make a slow transition to that.) Bear with me as this is my first time writing for him completely. I am open to suggestions as well, comments. I deal.. I don’t know where this is taking me so come along for the ride.

Warnings: Explicit. 18 + Minors DNI

Chapter One : Outsider

The amount of adrenaline that charged throughout her running limbs had her oblivious to the pain she was suffering. Step by step, her bare feet being pricked by foreign objects. Her breathing was just as ragged as her matted hair. Her perception obscured, making it difficult to see where she was going.

A strange ringing pierced her ears. Connected with her blurred vision, she stumbled over a bundle of sharp rocks. Her palms took most of the force from her fall, a weak cry escaping her lips. Her wrist sprained, a shooting pain traveling up her arm. The booming sound of an alarm sounding off made it known that she was gone, and it wouldn’t be long before they found her.

She’s blinking, trying to clear her vision, searching her surroundings for some place to shelter for the night. A small, battered brown tent appears into view. Mustering up all the strength she could, her arms and elbows pulled her body close. The pain captures up to her, salty tears flow down her face as she gives in to the anguish. The darkness washes over her, leaving her to await her inevitable fate. A pair of feet halt before her. She goes to plead for help, but her eyes close as she succumbs to the darkness.

Her chest expands and declines, a tight ache between each breath. Low groans leaving her lips. The rugged surface beneath her doesn’t bring an ounce of comfort. The pain from her falling made it painful to move. She blinks a few times, the surrounding space coming into view. She glances at the silver bars in front of her and fear sets in.

Yelling for help would be useless. She examines the area again, the black walls, almost caving in. She observes the open roof, covered with tan-colored thatch. A hint of confusion on her face. This wasn’t where she escaped from. She planted her palms on the ground, grimacing in agony from her wrist being sprained, to force herself up.

“I wouldn’t do that If I were you.”

The heavy, gruff accent scared her, thumping her skull back on the wall with a thump. She reaches back to rub at the spot; searching for a face to match the voice. She could pick up the rustling of keys and a bolt being undone. She covers her ears while the door screeches in the process of being opened. A male figure comes through; his bleach-blonde hair lighting up the area.

She struggled to move, but the pain in her limbs made her pause and groan.

“It’s okay.” He whispers, “won’t hurt you.” He picks her up bridal style. Her arms reached around his neck to keep from slipping. He carried her out of the unfamiliar building. Her face hidden in his shoulder the minute he walked out. The sunlight is much too bright for her sensitive eyes. Her face remained pressed against his shoulder until they arrived at a massive home. Her mouth waters at the smell of whatever was being cooked.

“Yo uce, who is this?”

“The girl Joe found.” He walks over to a vacant couch, settling her down on it. Her grasp tightened on his pullover. He sighs and rubs her back. “We won’t hurt you.”

The new strange voice drew closer. “She looks rough, Solo.” He kneels at her side, reaching to touch her face. The sudden movement causes her flinch.

“I see that, Josh.” He mutters, grasping her arms; being mindful of her wrists to bring them down. “He just ordered me to move her here when she awakens.”

Josh takes in her battered appearance. Her right eye turned black. Her blackened cheeks and a busted lip caked on with dried blood. That wasn’t the worst of it. There’s no telling what was underneath her worn-out clothes.

“Did he say what to do with her?” They watch her glance around, clinging to Solo’s hand.

“No. Just to move her here.”

“Valentina!” Josh shouts. “C’mere a minute.”

“What, babe, we’re cooking—.” She walks into the room, spatula in hand, ready to strike him with it. Josh and Solo step to the side, and her mouth drops. “What happened to her?” She abandons the utensil and dashes to her side. The girl shifts closer to Solo, peering at Valentina wide-eyed.

Solo shrugs, a reassuring grip on her back. “Joe found her and brought her here. Where is he?” He looks around. “He instructed me to bring her here when she wakes up.”

“You know he had his Matai ceremony today. He won’t be back until tonight.” Valentina reaches a hand out to stroke her hair. It felt dry and matted against her fingers. Her eyebrows arch, confused, noticing the note attached to her back. She pulls it out carefully to not alarm her.

Have the ladies clean her up and feed her. I’ll be back tonight. ~ Joe

Josh glances over Valentina’s shoulder. “What’s that baby?”

“Nigga, not even the chief yet, and is already demanding stuff.” She rises, moving into the kitchen. “Solo, can you carry her upstairs to Joe’s room?”

“Uh, carry who?” Another voice comes out, an apparent attitude laced in her tone.

“Tiana frowns.” Valentina turns to Josh. “Jey go help Jimmy finish cooking and send Trinity up.”

Joshua despised cooking, but did anything to avoid dealing with this unusual and frightened girl. Solo picks her up, bridal style. “Who is she?” Tiana frowns. Solo stops in front of her and places a kiss on her head. “Someone Joe found.”

The ladies follow Solo to Joe’s room. His suite being the biggest of them all, with the larger bathroom. He set her inside the tub. “I’ll be outside the door. They won't harm you.” Solo assures the now anxious girl.

Tiana mumbles a “yeah. We’ll see.” Valentina nudes her arm, gathering all the hygiene products they would need. Solo leaves the bathroom, going into the room to stand by. He would receive a mouthful from Tiana afterward, but right now, he was doing as instructed.

“Hey.” Valentina whispers gently, kneeling beside the tub. “I’m Valentina. That’s Tiana.” She peeks at them, quivering. “What’s your name?”

Her mouth moves, but nothing comes out. The hoarse feeling in the back of her throat made it painful to talk. She closes her mouth and looks elsewhere. Tears spilled down her face.

“Okay, your voice is gone.” Tiana murmurs. “Can we take these filthy clothes off and clean you up?” She kneels next to Valentina, who is just as attentive. She nods, letting their delicate hands peel off the shirt and pants.

“Oh my god.” A hand slaps the wall and they glance up. A deeper skinned woman, carrying some clothes in hand, her back now turned to them. Her reaction was called for. The amount of purple and black bruises that littered her frame. Her skin clinging to her bones, causing her ribs to be highly noticeable. Trailing down her legs, old and fresh cut marks, inflamed ankles. The bottom of her feet were calloused and developing scars.

“What happened to her?” Tiana frowns, turning on the water and grabbing the shower head.

“Don’t know, but when Joe sees this. All hell is going to break loose.” She takes a rag and wets it with water and the soap. “This may sting, but we need to get you clean. Trin, mind helping.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just needed a minute.”

The three of them get her clean. The water turned a murky brown and red tint, rinsing away any remnants of dirt and blood. Her hairtaking the longest. Three brushes and a comb damaged, but her hair was washed and smelled of citrus. Trin had managed to get her hair braided into two braids to keep from tangling further. Once done, they wrapped her in a large warm towel, letting Solo hoist her up and take her to the room. There they got her dressed in a set of Tiana’s old clothes. Her little frame being swallowed up in the shirt.

“I think the food is ready. Are you hun- of course you are,” Valentina mumbles, catching herself. She was hungry, but with the way the bed felt, she would rather sleep. She lays back, head touching the fluffy cushions. Her eyes drifted closed.

“Shouldn’t she eat?” Tiana moves to wake her. Solo grabs her hand with the shake of his head.

“Let her sleep.” He stares at her. She had curled up in the middle of the bed, weak snores leaving her mouth.

“She had a rough night.” she had groaned and wept all night in her slumber and there was nothing he could do to ease her suffering. He just wondered what Joe had in mind. Trinity pulls the sheets over her body while Valentina sets a glass of water on the nightstand.

“Joe will be back soon. Hopefully, he knows what to do.”

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bobfloydsbabe · 5 months

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never really cared (until i met you) | jake seresin x oc

a turning tables fic

SUMMARY: While saying goodbye before he leaves on a mission, Jas realizes there may be more to her relationship with Jake than she thought.

WARNINGS: angst, mentions of a dangerous mission, mild fluff. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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A/N: It's my birthday (29, yikes), and my gift to you is this fic. It was supposed to be longer, but alas, it is not. Thank you for your support of me and my writing. This is also my very late submission for @roosterforme's rocktober writing challenge where I picked the song Alone by Heart. Enjoy!

She watches Jake sitting on the edge of her bed getting ready to leave not just her house, but the city. Taken away by an aircraft carrier at sea for a mission he might not survive. He’s not allowed to tell her, but she knows.

The room is dark save for the lamp on the nightstand, soft yellow light bouncing off Jake’s perfectly tan skin, making him appear almost golden. He stands, his shoulder muscles moving fluidly underneath the skin, and they tense as he reaches for his jeans on the floor. He pulls them on and does the button up.

Next, he looks for his t-shirt while Jas sits up in the bed, letting the sheet fall into her lap. She watches him pull the black cotton over his head, and his golden hair looks even more unruly than it did before. The shirt stretches across his chest and fits narrowly around his biceps, and he almost looks like a god. Not that Jas would ever tell him that. She’d never hear the end of it.

His gaze holds hers as he tries to tame his hair, then he places a knee on the mattress, making it dip as he leans in and kisses her. She used to never allow this intimacy. They’d get each other off and he would go, vowing to not speak a word of it. Now she allows him to kiss her because it may be one of the last.

She may not know the details of the mission, but you could cut the tension on base with a knife for weeks. When Floyd and Trace went down, Jake came to her with a distraught look on his face. She’d never seen him like that, and any jabs she’d wanted to make died on her tongue.

Since then, she’s seen more of him. He stayed the night, and she would let him kiss her in the kitchen in the morning. She even let him come to her office to vent and let him buy her an old-fashioned at The Hard Deck a few times. Now, she’s letting him kiss her before he leaves on a suicide mission.

Jake gets off the bed and pulls on his boots. He reaches for the sheet on his side of the bed to make it, but stops at the look Jas sends him. “Leave it, Seresin.”

He nods, straightening his back again. “I’m gonna head back.”

Jas stands from the bed, contemplates walking him to the door in the nude, but decides against. She grabs clean panties and a t-shirt from the dresser and puts them on while Jake watches her every move.

She follows him to the front door, trailing behind him on bare feet. Uncertainty hangs in the air, rendering them both unusually quiet. Jas doesn’t know what to do with the silence.

Jake pulls the front door open. A light breeze flows through, making Jas shiver in the thin t-shirt she put on. Hugging herself, she runs her palms up and down her arms, trying to stay warm.

Jake turns to face her, expression uncommonly serious. He looks like he wants to say something by the way his mouth hangs slightly ajar, and his eyes search for something in hers. She’s not sure what.

“Doc,” he says, voice clear and bright in the faded glow from the porch light.

She steps forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and kisses him. His mouth moves against hers in slow, languid motions and she revels in his taste. She clings to him, and his strong arms tighten around her waist, keeping her close. Some part of her never wants to let him go, wants him to stay here with her where he’s safe.

But he has orders and a mission to complete, so Jas pulls back, leaning her forehead against his. Their heavy breaths mix and she wonders if he can hear how hard her heart pounds in her chest.

“I gotta go,” he says and untangles himself from Jas, but she senses hesitation in him. He doesn’t want to go anymore than Jas wants him to.

She doesn’t say any of it, though. She simply nods and steps back. You’d think after years in the Navy, she’d be better at goodbyes like this, but she’s not. Something about seeing Jake walk down those front porch steps makes her stomach churn.

He’s halfway down the path to his car parked on the street when she steps onto the porch and calls for him. “Jake.”

He stops in his tracks. In the rapidly approaching dawn, she can tell he takes a deep breath before turning back around. He walks back toward her, stopping at the bottom of the stairs.

He’s quiet, waits for her to do the talking. “Give me your phone,” Jas finally says and walks down the steps, holding her hand out towards him.

A furrow appears between his brows, but he complies, handing it over.

Typing in her number, she saves it under the name Doc, even though she hates when he calls her that. At first. Now she’s grown used to it, and hearing him call her anything else feels wrong.

“Here,” she mutters and hands it back to him. “Text me when you get back.”

He looks down that the phone that now sits in his hand, the furrow between his brows having deepened in confusion. Jas has refused to give him her number for weeks, but now that she’s done it, it looks as if he can’t fathom why.

“Doc, I–”

She cuts him off with a kiss. It’s the only way she knows how to express that letting him leave is one of the hardest things she’s ever done. She doesn’t have the energy to unpack exactly what that says about her situation with Jake.

Breaking the kiss, she plays with the short hair at his nape. “Let me know you’re alive,” she mumbles and pecks his lips again.

His hands rest on her waist, setting her skin on fire, and if he didn’t have to be back on base soon, she’d be ready to go again. It’d be the third time in the past 24 hours, which isn’t their record, but close.

“I gotta go,” he whispers.

She takes a deep breath, allowing the scent of him–leather and jet fuel–to fill her nostrils. She commits it to memory and hopes the pillow on his side of the bed smells like him.

Then she takes a step back and straightens her spine. Composes herself and reminds herself that Jake is just some guy she’s fucking. They’re not serious, and she ignores the hurt that crosses his face for a split second. He’s expecting her to say something, but the words that threaten to pass her lips are stuck in her throat.

He says nothing as he turns around and walks down the path to his car. He doesn’t wave as he drives off towards base, leaving Jas standing at the foot of the porch stairs in just a t-shirt and panties.

She watches him drive into the sunrise and out of her reach.

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𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇 || 𝐂𝐇.𝟏

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : Hangman is the certified ladies' man and everyone thinks they can read him like a book, but what neither the Dagger Squad nor anyone else can even begin to imagine is where the hell Jake has been going every Saturday night for the last few months…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x male!character

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 : mentions of alcohol, some making out but nothing too smutty, emotional distress lmao, age gap relationship (27-35), some religious trauma, self-deprecating thoughts, post Top Gun : Maverick, the Dagger squad is stationed together.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2k

𝐚/𝐧 : Gif by @tay-swifts , M/N (Male Name). Hello beautiful people!!! I'm so exited about posting this project I've been working on for a while. I just wanted to say that since it's my first time writing for Jake this might be a bit OC Jake but I do hope I got it right hehe. Enjoy the fic and stay tuned for the next parts!!!

It was well after midnight when Jake arrived at the club’s entrance. The throbbing bass emanating from inside made the whole building shake, making his mind wonder what it would be like to live on top of such an obnoxiously loud place, contrasting with the quietness of the accommodations the Navy offered. The reflection of the neon sign reading “Mon Ange” turned his natural olive-toned skin into a vivid dark azure that matched perfectly with the baby blue in his eyes. The smokers (all with stamps on their hands) were all gathered some feet away from the door to get back in after dragging a final puff from their cigarettes. The queue was not very long, mainly because everyone who was meant to be there had arrived way earlier than him. He reprimanded himself for getting there so late ; in less than two hours the nightclub would shut its doors and Jake would feel like he wasted four hours of his life for nothing. Well, his journey would not be in vain if he caught a glimpse of-

“Jake”

This was L.A, a city 118 miles away from the Marine Corps Air Station located in Miramar, which is a two-hour long drive away from everything he knows. He had to remind himself of those facts to avoid spiraling at the sound of his name in such a place; he hated how his body kept reacting to these kinds of situations, but not even a skilled lieutenant like himself could take the reins of these unnamed emotions that coursed through his entire being.

"What are you doing here by the door? I was worrying about you not showing up today, I was just about to send a search party. C'mon , let's grab a drink. Perhaps I can even convince you to dance this time" A wide playful smirk accompanied the flirty comment exquisitely and, even though Jake was more than used to these antics, his heart skipped a beat. Trying to compose himself, he answered while staring at the concrete floor.

"I don't belong on that dance floor and y'know it, darlin' "

“Oh don’t say that, the 30s are the new 20s! … Even if you’re not planning to dance, you must’ve driven all the way over here for something, right?”

The damn question hit him like a truck. He could try to think of the right answer, but putting something into words made it terrifyingly real, and that was exactly what he'd been avoiding for months. The breeze made them both shiver, as the party outfits didn’t properly protect them from the chilly weather.

“You're right” he muttered “Okay, lead the way. Make it worth the while, mh?" he teasingly replied. Even if what he was doing was definitely outside of his comfort zone, something about the constant banter between them calmed him.

"Don't you always have an amazing time with me? I thought that was why you only talk to me" a fake pout appeared on the face which Seresin couldn't help but to stare intensely in awe. Their hands intertwined and the pilot quickly melted into that comforting touch. His companion briefly exchanged some words with the bouncer and the doors opened for them.

"Thankfully it was Joseph working tonight, I don't think Marcus would have let you in for free just like that" “I’m sure you would've charmed him into doing whatever you wanted anyway”

The thick air of the room embraced him as soon as the doors closed and the familiar feeling appeared in the pit of his stomach almost instantly; it seems like it was yesterday when he first stepped into the nightclub he now knows like the back of his hand, but in reality, that day was what it feels like ages ago. Still, the contradictions that manifested within him every time he returned persisted and only grew each day.

“I’ll go to the bar while you stay here and look pretty, okay? Same drink as always?”

It was because of moments like these that Hangman felt comfortable enough to let his guard down and be his usual extroverted self. Grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further, he raised his voice so his words could be heard even though the music was top volume. “ Don’t you even dare to try to pay for those drinks, they’re on me.”

“Here it is, the Texan charm of Jake Seresin. I didn’t know you could apply those rules to this situation. Are you trying to imply I’m the girl in this whole affair? Shouldn't we at least draw lots for it?”

"Very funny, M/N'' the hostility that emanated from his rolling eyes made the other man realize his comment had affected Jake on a deeper level than intended. “Hey I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t hav- I know it’s a touchy subject and I’m extremely sorry, please forgive me” the regret was visible in his expression and it also could be detected in the stuttering caused by the words rushing their way out of his mouth trying to obtain his forgiveness as fast as possible. Jake took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a second.

Hangman was no saint, he didn’t go to church every Sunday or tried to look for a good christian wife to have kids with like his father did in his day. He knew God was not exactly pleased with the way he was running his life but he used to think that when the time came, He would welcome him with open arms (after having apologized profusely, that is). But now that he had fallen for the most vile trick in the book, he couldn't trust that previous statement anymore. Lust was a capital sin, pretty serious if you asked any priest from the church the Seresin family attended back in Texas, but sodomy? Say goodbye to eternal salvation, son. If Jake was being honest, the promise of heaven or the threat of hell didn't scare him. It was the destruction of all the life lessons that made him act the way he acted, of his purpose as a son, as a man. The thing that truly haunted him at night was the thought of a deity (and his father) designing him to be this flawless individual with a very clear life path , only to end up as a filthy, disgusting f-

“Hey, are you okay? Would you like me to leave you alone for a bit?”

The thought of M/N walking away while he sank deeper and deeper in the sea of guilt and fury frightened him. “Please don’t” he begged “everything’s fine, I promise. Let’s down a couple shots and , who knows, maybe I’ll be in the mood to dance for a bit” the last comment was a futile attempt to hide the everlasting agony that clouded his mind. M/N moved so they were a few inches away and raised his hand to caress his cheek. His next step consisted in resting his arms around his shoulders and starting kissing him delicately in the neck and in the whole face in general, in hopes to kiss the discomfort away.

How could something so delicate and sweet be so dirty? Was it even dirty to begin with? What about the women he had dated? He was attracted to them but now he- Too many questions Jake was not willing to answer that night. He only wanted one thing, and he was about to claim it.

After regaining control of himself, Jake put his right hand on the younger male’s back to guide him to the counter where people were piling up fighting to get the barman’s attention. Being as attractive and well-built as he was, he obtained the alcoholic beverages rather quickly. After the last drop of tequila had made its way down their throats, Hangman took control and led him onto the dance floor. His mind was only filled of the smell of M/N’s cologne mixed with his natural scent enhanced by their bodies crashing against each other while swaying to the 2000s pop remixes, his eyes fixed on his partner’s hypnotizing movements and his hands focused on feeling what they can reach, testing if they can go further in their journey through M/N’s body. Jake was simply standing close and moving according to the song's beat but in a subtle way, just like he would do at the locals he frequented with his coworkers ; manly enough to keep his dignity intact but provocative enough to awake that lustful hunger in the other person’s soul.

‘Mon Ange’ had finally closed down and the two men were still all over each other on the angelino streets. The tingle settling in his chest could only be compared with the adrenaline rush he had previously experienced on those wild nights spent in college, the farewell by the porch of the first girl he had taken on a date or the night out after his first deployment; if he closed his eyes he could swear he was 20 again, but reality made sure to remind him of those fifteen more years that had passed.

M/N had this juvenile thing about him, Jake couldn’t guess confidently his age from afar and his curiosity was finally satiated after befriending him and asking him about it directly ; he was 27, even though he looked some years younger. His bold character combined with his kindness and humor made M/N resemble a butterfly flying around collecting the pollen from every flower in the garden and making it seem effortless. That was one of the many things that hooked Jake on him as if he were the most addicting drug out there, making him throw away his plan of not getting attached and limiting this experience with sporadic hookups that would end then and there, never with the same person twice. That was the problem, he appeared and started moving his hips to some song, making the whole room turn around him and ever since then (even if Jake was still in denial), he was a goner.

The next thing he knew, he was laying down on M/N’s bed, a king size mattress close to a very big window that allowed him to take in the beautiful sight of the sleeping city. He had only been to the apartment twice, but he had always left before the sun had made its appearance in the sky, moved by remorse and skepticism. This time though, he had stayed the whole night that was filled with passionate sex and heart to heart conversations and finally some cuddling that lured him to rest for a while. Now he was wide awake, sitting against the headboard, resting his eyes on the sunrise and on the slumbering figure facing him. He looked so calm, so peaceful. In that moment, turning his gaze away, he tried to repress a sob that came with a single tear falling through his left cheek.

M/N had always known he was queer, embracing his bisexuality in childhood. Jake had never had any problems with people who were not straight, even if the people around him growing up did, but everything was different when it came to himself. For fuck’s sake, he was closer to being 40 than from his teenage years, what was he doing? He could only paralyze at the idea of anyone seeing what he was doing. It was definitely too late for him. Risking his life everyday up in the sky felt like a minor burden compared to the endurance of the dilemmas he carried with him everywhere, just like Christ had carried the cross all the way to Calvary.

He could feel himself falling for the person right next to him, and that was the worst thing that had ever happened to Lieutenant Jacob Seresin. His calloused hand cupped M/N’s soft face, making the other man lean in closer in search of that delightful warmth. Jake’s lips burned in desperate need to say something out loud. His heart started palpitating at a dangerous speed, as he knew the thing trying to escape from his mind was a cruel thing to say and that he was a horrible being just by thinking that. It was no one’s fault and it had no solution, yet the idea popped up in his mind like an unwanted ad appearing on your phone. His chest ached at the possibility of M/N hearing the words, so he tried to whisper as quietly as it was humanly possible.

“I wish you were a girl”

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CHAPTER FOUR | RECKLESS

Tara Carpenter x G!P Reader x Female OC

Warnings: a lot of violence, some death, zombies, angst, smut, just a field of emotions tbh + this is almost 10k words

A/N: i hope this chapter makes sense i tried to do different points of view but it kinda sounds silly (and i used grammarly to edit this) also! after this is the epilogue

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You point at a certain mark on the map, triggering Chad to sigh, and shake his head. "Chad, we have to go past here, or we're going to go back home empty-handed. Chad sighs again, his expression filled with frustration. "I know, but what if we keep looking here? We could've missed something."

You clench your jaw, "We've been searching here for the past three weeks, Chad." Chad looks down at the map, contemplating your words. After a moment, Wes speaks up, joining in the conversation. "Maybe it's time to consider exploring other areas. There's a chance that we might find what we're looking for elsewhere."

Chad looks up, contemplating Wes's suggestion, before finally nodding in agreement. "Alright, let's broaden our search and see if we have better luck in a different location." Finally agreeing on another area to search, you all get back into the truck, hoping to find enough to feed your community.

There's been a shortage in the community's inventory. It seems like food is just not as plentiful as it used to be. Despite their best efforts, the current location hasn't yielded enough resources to sustain everyone.

People are getting frustrated due to their hunger, and tensions are starting to rise. It's crucial to find a new location with abundant resources soon, as the community's well-being depends on it.

The thought of returning empty-handed fills you with dread, knowing that it would only fuel the growing unrest among your fellow community members. You silently pray for a stroke of luck and that this new location can provide the nourishment your people desperately seek.

When you arrive, you notice Chad's uneasiness. "You okay?" you ask, concerned. Chad hesitates before answering, "I'm just worried about what we'll find here. We've been disappointed before, and I don't know if we can handle another setback." You understand his fears and reassure him that together, you will face whatever challenges lie ahead.

You grip your pistol tighter, ready to defend yourself and your group if necessary. Chad hops out of the car, with you and Wes following behind him. "Walker to our left," you announce, keeping your voice low.

Wes nods at you, silently jogging over to kill the flesh-eating creature before it becomes a threat. Chad scans the area, his eyes darting between the abandoned buildings and overgrown vegetation, searching for any other signs of danger.

You take a deep breath, the weight of the situation settling in as you prepare for the unknown lurking in the shadows. The tension in the air is obvious, but you trust in your group's abilities to navigate this risky panorama.

"Let's check out that building ahead." You suggest, pointing towards the best-looking structure that appears to be relatively intact. Chad nods in agreement, and together you cautiously make your way toward it, keeping a watchful eye for any potential dangers that may arise along the way.

You reach for your flashlight, illuminating the room with a beam of light that reveals the remnants of a once vibrant space. Dust-covered furniture and torn wallpaper hint at the life that once thrived here, but now only silence and emptiness remain. Chad scans the room, his eyes darting from corner to corner, searching for any signs of danger.

A sudden creaking noise echoes through the stillness, causing your hearts to skip a beat. Chad instinctively grabs your arm, his grip tightening as you both freeze in anticipation. Slowly, you turn towards the source of the sound, ready to face whatever awaits you in this mysterious place.

You relax, it was only a walker. Its decaying body lurches towards you, its hollow eyes staring blankly ahead. Chad raises his knife, ready to defend both of you from the threat. With ease, he kills it, sending it collapsing to the ground.

"Guys," you both turn your heads to Wes, who stares at a map nailed to the wall. "Look at this," Wes says, pointing to a marked location on the map. "It's marked food." You and Chad approach Wes, inspecting the map closely. "Yeah, but what if it's a trap?" Chad says, eyeing the map suspiciously.

"We can't afford to take any chances," you respond, considering the possibility. "But if it's true, finding a source of food could be a game-changer for us." Wes nods at your words.

"I agree," Wes says, his voice filled with hope. "We've been scavenging for weeks, and our supplies are running dangerously low. Plus, if it were a trap, whose would it be? It's a dead zone out here." Chad's skepticism wavers slightly as he contemplates the potential benefits.

He looks at the map again, tracing his finger over the marked location. "If there's even a small chance that we could find a reliable source of food, it might be worth the risk," Chad admits reluctantly.

You can see the weariness in his eyes, the exhaustion from weeks of uncertainty and constant danger. But there's also a glimmer of hope, a flicker of desperation that makes him willing to entertain the possibility.

"Okay, fine. But in and out, we'll park the car outside the warehouse, load it up, and then leave." Chad's voice trembles slightly as he lays out the plan, his determination masking his underlying fear.

He knows that every decision they make now carries immense consequences, and the thought of being caught in a vulnerable position gnaws at him. However, the prospect of securing a stable food supply for the community pushes him to take this calculated risk.

"Alright." You smile and say, "Let's do this." Wes smiles, checking to see if his AR is fully loaded and ready to go. Chad can't help but smile as well, holding up his hand. "High five!"

You playfully roll your eyes before meeting Wes and Chad in a three-way high five.

"In and out," Chad repeats, you nod, kicking in the warehouse door. The door swings open, and the three of you step inside, ready to execute the plan with precision and efficiency. The dimly lit warehouse stretches out before you, filled with crates and shelves that hold the promise of a stable food supply for your community.

As you make your way deeper into the warehouse, the musty smell of old cardboard fills the air. Dust particles dance in the beams of sunlight that filter through the small windows. The silence is broken only by the occasional creaking of the floorboards beneath your feet.

The three of you move in sync, navigating through the maze of crates and shelves with practiced ease. Each step brings you closer to your goal, the anticipation building with every passing moment. The success of this mission could mean the difference between survival and starvation for your community.

As you reach the end of the dimly lit storage room, you spot the crate you've been searching for. With bated breath, you carefully pry it open to reveal its precious contents - a stash of much-needed food supplies.

Relief washes over you as you realize that your community will have enough to eat for the foreseeable future. "Fuck yeah," Wes mumbles, sending you a smile.

You return Wes's smile, knowing that this small victory will provide hope and nourishment for everyone. Wes quickly picks up the container, and loading it into the truck. You pick up your own container, with Chad doing the same before heading towards the truck as well.

Chad shuts the truck, "Let's go." You shake your head, "We have like two more containers." Chad raises an eyebrow, his expression turning serious. "Are you sure? We've already loaded a lot."

You nod confidently, pointing towards the remaining containers. "I'll--" You're interrupted by the sound of gunshots, echoing through the air. Wes jumps in the car, panic evident on his face. "We need to go, now!" he shouts.

Chad quickly jumps into the driver's seat, trying to start the engine as you scramble to get inside. The urgency in Wes's voice sends a shiver down your spine as you realize the situation has taken a dangerous turn.

"Fuck! The car isn't starting!" You frantically glance around, searching for an alternative escape route. Gunshots ring out again, hitting your car. You duck down instinctively, feeling the bullets whiz past you.

"Oh, shit." The car's engine finally roars, and Chad slams his foot on the gas pedal, propelling the car forward with a screech.

"Watch out!" You shout at Chad, a figure in black stands in the middle of the road, a shotgun in their hand. Adrenaline courses through your veins as you brace yourself for impact, but Chad skillfully swerves to avoid the figure. The car narrowly misses them, and you both let out a sigh of relief as you speed away, leaving the dangerous turn behind.

"Who the hell was that?" Wes asks from the back seat, leaning up to look between you and Chad. You exchange a puzzled glance with Chad before responding, "I'm not sure, but whoever they were, they definitely meant trouble. We should report this to Gale and Dewey."

"No!" Chad yells, his voice filled with urgency. "We can't tell them we went past the safe zone." Chad's eyes widen with fear as he continues, "If they find out, we'll be in serious trouble."

You and Wes exchange worried looks, realizing the seriousness of Chad's words. The consequences of venturing beyond the safe zone without authorization could be severe, but you also understand the importance of reporting the encounter to Gale and Dewey for everyone's safety.

Like every other mission, you're greeted by the police force, who loads everything back up, including Gale, Iris, and Tara. "I'll tell her," Chad says, walking past you and to Gale. You watch as Chad approaches Gale, his look serious.

Tara runs to you, bringing you into a tight hug. "I'm so glad you're okay," she whispers, her voice filled with relief. You hug her back, smiling. "Like every time. I told you, I'm not going anywhere."

Tara pulls away from the hug slightly, grinning up at you. "I know, but I still worry," she says, her eyes sparkling with affection. "You mean a lot to me." You feel comfort in your heart as Tara's words sink in. "You mean a lot to me too, Tara," you reply wholeheartedly.

Her smile expands before she brings you into a long kiss. The kiss is filled with love and reassurance, a silent promise that you'll always be there for each other. She pulls away, her eyes shining with happiness.

You don't notice Iris watching the whole scene from across the room, jealousy and longing evident in her eyes. She quickly turns away, pretending not to have seen anything, but you can't help but wonder what she's thinking.

"I have to talk to Gale." You tell Tara, and Tara holds your hand, shaking your hand. "Chad has all that handled, relax, babe. You don't need to worry about anything," Tara assures you, her voice soothing and comforting.

You take a deep breath, trying to trust in Chad's abilities and let go of your concerns. Tara walks you home, staying by your side as you navigate through the empty streets. "You wanna come in? I can tell you have something on your mind." You ask Tara, opening your front door.

Tara hesitates for a moment before nodding, grateful for the offer. "Sure," she says, stepping inside your home. "I'll shower, and I'll be right back." You tell Tara, who sits on the couch, making herself comfortable. When you return from the shower, you find Tara engrossed in a book she found on your coffee table. The sight warms your heart, knowing that she feels at ease in your home.

You join her on the couch and ask, "So, what's on your mind?" She closes the book and looks at you, a hint of vulnerability flashes in her eyes. "I've been thinking a lot about me and you," she confesses. "I...want you to be my girlfriend."

Your heart skips a beat as you process Tara's words, and you can't help but smile. "I've been thinking about us too," you reply, gently taking her hand in yours. "And I would love nothing more than to be your girlfriend."

Tara smiles, moves to sit closer to you, and rests her head on your shoulder. "I'm so glad you feel the same way," she whispers softly. "I've never felt this way about anyone before." You wrap your arm around her and say, "Me either."

"Now we can both relax, huh?" Tara says, letting out a relieved sigh. "No more uncertainty or wondering where we stand." You nod in agreement, "I could make you relax even more if you'd like."

Tara raises an eyebrow, "I just poured my heart out to you, and you wanna get dirty?" You chuckle and shake your head, "No, that's not what I meant. I just meant that I'll always be here for you, to support and comfort you whenever you need it."

Tara blushes slightly and smiles, "Oh...but I wasn't opposed to the other idea either."

Your eyes widen, surprised by Tara's response. You laugh nervously, unsure of how to respond. "Well, uh...we can definitely explore that idea too if you're open to it," you say, fiddling with the end of the couch. Tara's smile widens, and she leans in closer. "I think I am," she whispers, her voice filled with anticipation.

You lean in closer as well, connecting your lips. The kiss is soft and gentle, igniting a spark between the two of you. Tara smiles against your lips, her hands finding their way to your face.

You deepen the kiss, moving Tara to straddle you. Tara pulls away, panting slightly. "Do you wanna take this to the bedroom?" she asks, her eyes filled with desire.

You nod, scooping up your girlfriend in your arms. Carrying her effortlessly, you make your way toward the bedroom, feeling the electricity between you intensify with every step. Tara's breath quickens as you lay her down gently on the bed, trailing kisses along her neck and collarbone.

Her body arches in response, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Y/N..." she gasps.

You pause, looking into Tara's eyes, seeing the hunger and longing mirrored in them. "Yes, Tara?" you whisper, your voice filled with anticipation. Her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer. "I want you," she breathes, her voice laced with need.

You can feel your heart racing as her words echo in your ears. Without a word, you crash your lips against hers, your tongue eagerly exploring the depths of her mouth. The taste of her lips and the urgency in her kiss consume you.

Her hands leave your hair, dragging from your chest to the end of your shirt before sliding underneath, her touch sending goosebumps rippling across your skin. "Take it off," she mumbles against your lips.

You oblige, quickly removing your shirt and tossing it aside. Her hand trails down your bare torso, tracing the contours of your muscles, igniting a fiery desire within you. You then reach for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head, revealing her smooth skin and the curve of her waist.

You press a kiss on her stomach, feeling her muscles tense under your lips. Her breath hitches, "Fuck, Y/N, just fuck me." The intensity of her words sends a shiver down your spine, fueling your desire even further. You kiss her hungrily, and your hands wander to the button of her pants, eagerly undoing it.

Tara reaches for your hands, intertwining her fingers with yours, as she guides them to the clasp of her bra. With practiced ease, you unhook the clasp, freeing her breasts from their confinement. They spill out, full and inviting, and you can't help but lean in to capture one of her nipples in your mouth, teasing it with your tongue.

Tara's moan fills the room, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. Her hands move to your hair, pulling you closer as she arches her back in pleasure. "Baby, please. I want you inside me."

You let go of her nipple, savoring the taste on your lips and meet her gaze filled with lust. With a knowing smile, you whisper in her ear, "Patience, my love. I wanna take my time with you."

Your hands eagerly explore her body, tracing the curves that have captivated you for so long. You marvel at how smooth her skin feels under your fingertips, the way her muscles tense and relax as you caress her. Her soft moans of anticipation only fuel your desire, as you continue to worship every inch of her with your touch.

Your finger lifts the hem of her underwear, revealing a glimpse of the hidden treasures that lie beneath. With a teasing smile, you slowly slide her underwear down her legs, exposing her to your hungry gaze.

The sight before you takes your breath away—her delicate folds glistening with arousal, begging to be explored. You lean in, your warm breath grazing her skin, as you whisper, "Are you ready for me, my love?"

She responds with a soft whimper, her body trembling in anticipation. With a gentle nod, she whispers back, "Yes, please...fuck."

Without hesitancy, you position yourself between her parted thighs, ready to fulfill her deepest desires. Your hands, now guided by a primal instinct, caress her soft skin, tracing the contours of her body, heightening her senses.

The room fills with the intoxicating scent of her arousal, as you lean in closer, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

You can hear her breath hitch as you brush your lips against hers, teasingly. A soft moan escapes her parted lips, her need for you growing with every passing moment. Your tongue gently teases her, licking against her clit. Her body arches in response, aching for more of your touch.

"Shit!" You hear her whisper, her hands gripping the sheets, craving the release that only you can provide. You continue to explore her, your fingers sliding inside her wetness, matching the rhythm of your tongue. Her hips buck against your hand, desperate for deeper penetration.

She gasps, her eyes locking with yours, silently begging for the connection to intensify. You oblige, increasing the pressure and speed of your movements, driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her breath hitches as you skillfully curl your fingers inside her, hitting just the right spot. The intensity of her pleasure builds, and she gasps for air, her eyes locked with yours, silently begging for that final release. "I...I'm so close, Y/N..."

You can feel her body tense, her muscles quivering with anticipation. As she reaches the peak of her pleasure, her body convulses in ecstasy, a guttural moan escaping her lips. "Yes, yes, fuck!"

Your hand never falters, continuing its rhythmic motion, prolonging her orgasm, and ensuring her ultimate satisfaction. Finally, her body relaxes, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath, a grateful smile spreading across her face.

You smile back at her and say, "You still think elevator horror beats Jason?" She playfully rolls her eyes, "Shut the hell up." Before you could make another comment, she brings you into a heated kiss, her lips eagerly meeting yours.

"Lay down, baby." You hear her whisper in a seductive tone, and you comply, not wasting a second. Tara's hands fly to your pants, pulling them down along with your boxers with urgency.

Your hard-on immediately springs free, throbbing with anticipation. Tara's touch sends shivers down your spine as she takes you in her hand, her grip firm and confident. "Mmm, fuck."

You moan in pleasure, unable to contain the intense sensation that courses through your body. Tara's lips trail down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses, as her hand continues to stroke you with expert precision. The room fills with the sound of your heavy breathing, mixing with the soft moans escaping your lips.

You whine when Tara pulls away, leaving you craving more of her touch. She locks eyes with you, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. She lowers herself on your cock, taking you deep inside her with a satisfied sigh. "Shit, Tara. You're so tight."

Tara's hips begin to move in a rhythmic motion, matching the intensity of your breathless moans. Your hand grips her waist, guiding her movements as you both find a steady rhythm. Tara moans, closing her eyes in blissful surrender to the pleasure coursing through her body.

You wrap a hand around her throat, forcing her to look up at you. Her eyes widen in astonishment and excitement as you assert your dominance.

The added pressure intensifies the pleasure for both of you, heightening the connection between your bodies. Tara's moans grow louder, fueling your desire to take her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Look at me, love." You command, your voice laced with desire and authority. Tara's eyes lock with yours, a mix of vulnerability and passion shining through. "Y/N..." she whispers, her voice dripping with adoration. "I'm all yours," she breathes, surrendering herself completely to your dominance.

You can feel the trust she has in you, as her body responds eagerly to your every touch and command. You place your feet flat on the bed, meeting her hips with a powerful thrust, causing her to gasp and arch her back in pleasure. "Ahh, fuck, yes...!"

You lose yourself in the rhythm of your bodies colliding. The sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with heavy breathing makes the moment feel incredibly intense and raw. Tara's eyes roll back in her head as she moans uncontrollably, her nails digging into your chest.

"I'm so close, baby." She whines, biting down on her lower lip. You nod, feeling yourself getting closer as well, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. "Cum with me, love."

You whisper, tangled in the ecstasy of the moment, urging each other on, desperate to reach the peak together. Your thumb begins teasing her sensitive spot, eliciting a sharp gasp from Tara. As her grip tightens on your chest, her breathing becomes more erratic.

The room fills with the sounds of your mutual pleasure, each moan and gasp pushing you both closer to the edge.

The intensity of the moment builds and builds, until finally, with one final thrust, you both shatter into a blissful release. The world around you fades away as you cling to each other, basking in the aftershocks of your intense connection.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Tara's body relaxes against yours, her breath slowly returning to a steady rhythm. You run your fingers through her hair, savoring the intimate closeness and the lingering warmth between you.

In the silence that follows, you exchange a knowing smile, an unspoken acknowledgment of the deep bond you share. Tara raises her head from your chest, pressing a kiss on your nose. You chuckle, hugging her tighter until she falls asleep.

You barge into Gale's living room, surprising her and Sidney. Gale and Sidney jump up from the couch, startled by your sudden entrance. You apologize for the intrusion, explaining that you have urgent news to share. "We were shot at...during the mission earlier."

Sidney's jaw drops, and Gale's eyes widen in shock. They exchange a worried glance before Gale asks, "Are you both okay? What happened?"

You take a deep breath and recount the harrowing details of the ambush, Gale's eyes widen even more as she listens intently. Sidney's face grows pale, her hands trembling slightly.

The room falls silent as you finish describing the close call and the narrow escape. Both Gale and Sidney are visibly shaken, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Gale...you should tell her," Sidney says, her voice barely above a whisper. Gale looks at Sidney, hesitation evident in her eyes. "Tell me what?"

Gale takes a moment to gather her thoughts, her gaze shifting between you and Sidney. Finally, she musters the courage to speak. "There's something you need to know about that ambush," Gale begins, her voice filled with apprehension.

TWO WEEKS LATER

"It's been two weeks, and they haven't attacked us," Dewey says, his tone laced with concern. "I think they might be planning something bigger, something more dangerous." Gale nods in agreement, her expression growing more serious.

"The best thing we can do is just continue fortifying the walls and staying stacked on ammunition."

Sidney leans in, her eyes narrowing with worry. "But what happens when they get through the walls? Everyone here isn't fit to fight." Officer Bailey and a lot of the other officers nod in agreement at Sidney's words.

"Everyone who can't fight should exit the community as safely and quietly as possible without being undetected. While the ones who can fight, fight. We fight until we can't defend this place." You say, your voice firm and determined.

"We'll need to come up with a plan to prioritize the safety of those who can't fight, ensuring they have a clear escape route and any necessary resources."

Chad nods, speaking up. "Y/N's right. But the thing is, we don't know how many of them there are." Chad's concern is valid, as we lack information about the strength and number of our enemies.

"We also don't know what weapons they have. What if they show up with just knives?" Sam adds, uncrossing her arms. You, Chad, Dewey, Gale, Sidney, Officer Bailey, Officer Kirby, and Officer Hicks all glance at each other, knowing that facing enemies armed with knives would still pose a significant threat.

Officer Bailey breaks the silence, suggesting, "We need to be prepared for the worst-case scenario. We don't want to run into a death trap by underestimating the enemy." Nodding in agreement, you all begin discussing the best course of action, understanding the importance of being well-prepared for any possible outcome.

Mindy, Anika, and Heather's heads turn to the door, which opened with a creak. Someone walks through Heather's bedroom door in a Ghostface costume. Mindy laughs, raising her head from Anika's chest. Heather smiles and says, Amber, babe, where did you find that?"

The Ghostface just stands there, silently staring at the three friends. Mindy's laughter fades as a sense of unease settles in the room. Anika cautiously asks, "Amber, is that you?"

The Ghostface remains motionless, causing a shiver to run down their spines. Suddenly, the masked figure lunges forward, making them all scream in terror. Mindy and Anika jump from the bed, along with Heather, who grabs her lamp and throws it at Ghostface's head.

The lamp shatters on impact, momentarily stunning the masked figure. They take advantage of the distraction to scramble towards the door, desperately trying to escape their attacker's reach.

Ghostface trips Anika before she can reach the door, causing her to fall to the ground. Mindy and Heather turn back, their hearts pounding in fear, as they realize they can't leave Anika behind. "Anika!" Mindy shouts for her girlfriend, running to rescue her but only earning a slice in her arm.

Heather looks around the hall, not finding a weapon to use, instead, she runs into the next room to search. Anika grabs Ghostface's cloak, trying to pull them down and away from Mindy. Anika's desperate attempt to save Mindy only angers Ghostface further, who retaliates by wrapping a hand around her neck and stabbing her in the stomach.

Anika screams in pain as Ghostface twists the knife in her stomach. Heather, hearing Anika's screams, rushes back into the room with a fire extinguisher in hand. With adrenaline coursing through her veins, she swings the heavy object at Ghostface, hitting them square in the head.

The impact momentarily stuns Ghostface, giving Heather enough time to grab Anika and Mindy and pull them to safety.

Heather shuts the door to Iris's room, her heart dropping as she notices her dead body in the bed. She fights back tears, realizing that Iris has become Ghostface's latest victim. "No...no..." she mumbles, walking over to the bed to check for any signs of life.

As Heather searches for a pulse, her trembling hands find none, confirming Iris's tragic fate. "Not my sister, no..." she cries, clutching her chest in disbelief. Memories of their childhood flood her mind, making the loss even more unbearable.

"Heather! The door!" Mindy yells, snapping Heather out of her grief-stricken daze. Startled, Heather turns towards the door and sees it wide open, realizing that Ghostface may still be lurking nearby. Fear grips her as she realizes she must now not only mourn her sister's death but also fight for her own survival.

Heather quickly shuts the door, pushing her dresser against it. She jumps when Ghostface begins kicking on it, desperately trying to break through. The sound of each thud sends shivers down her spine, but Heather refuses to let fear paralyze her.

She scans the room for any means of defense, her mind racing with thoughts of how to outsmart the masked intruder and protect herself from a similar fate as her sister.

She runs to her window, seeing someone walking down the street. Quickly opening it, she begins shouting his name. "Wes! Wes!" Desperation fills her voice as she hopes that Wes will hear her cries for help.

Thankfully, Wes turns his head, confused. Heather waves frantically, catching Wes's attention. She stops waving her hands, her heart dropping, when she notices another Ghostface behind Wes. "WES! BEHIND YOU!"

Heather's heart races as she watches in horror, realizing that Wes is in immediate danger. Panic sets in as she desperately tries to warn him of the masked intruder lurking behind him.

But Wes, unaware of the danger, continues to walk toward Heather, his eyes still fixed on her. Heather's voice trembles as she screams, "Wes, please, turn around!" Wes takes another step closer, completely oblivious to the imminent threat.

She lets out a sob as Wes's body falls to the ground, a scream escaping her lips. The masked killer stands over him before snapping their head at Heather.

Everyone jumps at the sound of a crash. You quickly look at Gale, who looks at Dewey. "It's them." Without wasting a moment, everyone springs to action, ready to fight off the attack on their community.

Everyone moves in flow as they execute the plan, each person knowing their role and working seamlessly together. You and Chad run to the armory, your hearts dropping when the guns are gone. Ethan runs into the armory and says, " We've been raided. They took all the weapons."

"Fuck!" You shout, quickly leaving the armory and pulling out your knife. "Chad, go make sure the perimeter is secure and warn the others. We'll have to rely on our hand-to-hand combat skills for now." Chad nods and sprints off, while you and Ethan run in the direction the crash came from.

"Do you...do you think Tara and Quinn are okay?" Ethan asks, in worry for your girlfriend and for his sister. You glance at Ethan, concern evident in your eyes. "I don't know, I know they can handle themselves." With determination, you both pick up your pace, catching up with Sidney, Gale, and Dewey.

They're on the lookout post, staring down at people that stand outside the gate. You quickly climb up the post, standing beside Sidney. You look down, seeing two men in black cloaks, with Ghostface masks in their hands. "Suprise, Sidney!" One of them shouts, a jolly smile on his lips.

Sidney shakes her head, her eyes never leaving the sight in front of her. "What's the matter, Sidney? You look like you seen a ghost." The other says, a smirk playing on his lips. Sidney's heart races as she recognizes the familiar taunting voice.

Another Ghostface appears, exiting the truck that tries to ram through your walls. He takes off his mask, earning a mumble from Sidney. "Mickey..."

Mickey smirks, "Surprise again, Sidney. Scared, aren't you?" Sidney clenches her fists, her voice filled with determination. "I'm not scared of you, Mickey. I've faced worse." Mickey's smirk increases, "Well, can you face all of us...including this truck full of walkers?"

Sidney's eyes widen as she glances at the truck, realizing the magnitude of the threat. She takes a deep breath, her resolve unwavering. "Bring it on, Mickey. I'll take on whatever you throw at me."

You walk over to Dewey and Gale, "Someone stole all of our guns. There has to be more of them inside." Dewey's eyes widen in disbelief, while Gale's expression turns grim. "We can't face them without any weapons," Dewey mutters, his voice filled with concern.

Gale nods in agreement, her gaze fixed on the truck full of walkers. "We need to find a way to arm ourselves before it's too late," she says.

You and Dewey climb down the lookout post, "Ah, Dewey! Where ya going? The party's getting started!" Stu shouts, leaning against the truck with a mischievous grin. Dewey ignores the man, turning to you.

"We need to find a place where we can scavenge for weapons," Dewey says, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of potential armaments. You nod in agreement, knowing that time is of the essence if you want to stand a chance against the approaching horde.

Chad runs behind his home, searching for his hidden gun box. "Fuck!" He shouts, realizing that it's been emptied.

"Sidney...Jill's on her way." Billy says, using his knife to scratch his head. "She's bringing another truck of walkers. You and your friends will not survive this." Gale shakes her head, "Neither will you fuckers."

Gale's defiance is met with a grim smile from Billy. "We'll see about that," he mutters, resoluteness flashing in his eyes.

Heather's heartbeat slows when the kicking stops/. "We have to get...Anika to the doctor." Mindy mutters, her voice filled with urgency. "She's lost a lot of blood." Anika groans, "Can you please say something more positive?"

Heather looks at Anika with concern, her voice trembling slightly. "We'll find a way to get you the help you need, Anika. Hang in there." Heather starts to search Iris's drawers, looking for a weapon in case Ghostface is still lurking nearby. She grabs a gun, checking to make sure it's loaded and ready for use.

Heather moves the dresser before quickly opening the door to the hallway, scanning for any signs of danger. She sees no immediate threats and motions for Anika to follow her. "Come on, let's get out of here and find help," she says, her voice filled with persistence.

Anika nods weakly, mustering all her strength to stand up and follow Heather to safety, Mindy helps her, and the both of them follow Heather.

As they make their way down the hallway, Heather keeps a watchful eye on their surroundings, her grip on the gun tightening. Mindy whispers words of encouragement to Anika, urging her to keep moving despite her weakened state.

With each step, they can feel the weight of their fear slowly lifting as they inch closer to the possibility of safety.

Heather nearly shoots as Chad bursts through the door, but quickly realizes it's him and lowers her weapon. Chad, out of breath and covered in dirt, explains that he managed to escape from the attackers and has been searching for them.

"Where the fuck is Y/N?" Heather shouts, "Iris is dead! She's dead, Chad!" Chad's face turns pale as he absorbs Heather's words, his heart sinking with grief. "I... I don't know," he stammers, his voice trembling. "We got separated during the chaos. We have to keep moving, Heather."

"SAM!" Richie calls out, walking further into Sam and Tara's house. He scans the rooms, his voice echoing through the empty hallways. Worried, Richie's mind races with thoughts of what could have happened to Sam. "Tara? Are you here?" he calls out, hoping for a response that would ease his growing concern.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Sam asks as he emerges from a nearby room, his face etched with confusion and surprise. Richie's relief washes over him as he realizes that Sam is safe. "I came looking for you," Richie explains, his voice filled with genuine concern. "We need to stick together; we're under attack."

Sam's confusion turns to alarm as he takes in Richie's words. "Under attack? By who?" he asks, his voice tinged with fear. Richie takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself before responding. "These group of people in Ghostface costumes."

"Where's my sister? Have you seen Tara?" Richie shakes his head, his worry evident in his eyes. "I haven't seen her," he admits. "But we need to find her and get to safety before it's too late." Sam nods, running to the door, but Richie stops her.

"I'm really glad you're safe, Sam..." Richie says, his voice filled with relief. Sam gives him a small smile, grateful for his concern. He walks closer, a small smile on his lips. "Because I really...really wanted to be the one to kill you." Before Sam can react, Richie stabs her, leaving her shocked and gasping for breath.

"Here. Take this." You say, handing Danny, Ethan, Quinn, Liv, and Frankie a handmade weapon. "Liv, I want you to get everyone who can't fight out of the community as fast as possible, you too, Quinn. Lead them to a safe place." Ethan and Quinn nod, before quickly leaving.

"Ethan, go check on Sidney and Gale, make sure the walkers aren't in the walls yet." Ethan nods and rushes off to check on Sidney and Gale, ensuring the safety of the community from the approaching walkers. "Danny and Frankie, you come with me, we're going to see if everyone else is okay."

"We should split up." Danny says, "It will be faster and more efficient if we divide and cover more ground," Frankie adds. You shake your head, Frankie, you're staying with me, I don't want you running off on anyone who needs help." Frankie looks disappointed but nods in agreement. "Alright, I'll stick with you," he says reluctantly.

Danny sends a nod to you before leaving in the opposite direction.

Heather raises her gun as someone else enters the door, but she lowers it when she sees it's her girlfriend and Tara. "Amber," Heather chokes out a sob, "They killed Iris." Amber rushes over to Heather, wrapping her arms around her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Heather," she whispers, tears streaming down her face. "We'll find those responsible and make them pay for what they've done."

"Oh my god...Anika, Mindy, are you guys okay?" Tara asks, looking at the two of them with concern. "We need to get them to the infirmary now," Chad says, glancing at everyone.

"How long have you been here?" Amber asks Chad. "Why haven't you taken them to the infirmary?" Chad takes a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. "I just arrived moments ago, Amber. I swear."

Amber's eyes widen in disbelief. "Moments ago? But how did you know to come here?" she asks, her voice filled with suspicion. Chad hesitates for a moment before answering, "I just wanted to see if Iris was here."

Amber narrows her eyes, still skeptical. "So you just happened to show up right when they needed medical attention?" she questions, her tone accusatory. Chad's face flushes with guilt as he stammers, "I... I didn't know they were hurt."

"Stop accusing him and take them to Dr. Oath!" Tara shouts, wrapping Mindy around her arms protectively. Chad looks relieved at Tara's intervention, grateful for the support. "I promise, I had no idea they were hurt," he repeats, his voice sincere. Amber rolls her eyes, helping Chad carry Anika, following Tara and Mindy.

They safely arrive at the infirmary. "We should go look for others," Tara says, earning nods from Chad and Mindy. They split up to search for the others, each hoping to find them unharmed.

Chad runs behind the houses of the community, calling out for anyone who may be hiding or injured. He scans the area, his heart pounding with worry as he realizes how vast the search could be. Chad stands there, taking a breather.

Not knowing that Ghostface is right behind him. Chad's moment of respite is interrupted as he feels a chilling presence behind him. He turns around, only to come face-to-face with Ghostface, his heart sinking in fear. Ghostface stabs Chad in the leg before he punches them and shoves them out of his way.

He tries to run, but the pain in his leg becomes unbearable, causing him to stumble and slow down. Chad's adrenaline kicks in as he pushes through the pain, desperately trying to escape Ghostface's clutches. With every step, his fear intensifies, knowing that his life is hanging by a thread.

After a bit of hopping, he hides behind a house, catching his breath again, then attempting to escape. He makes it a few meters before Ghostface repeatedly stabs him in the back, leaving Chad gasping for air and collapsing to the ground.

"Richie..." Sam whispers. He shushes her before pulling his knife out of her stomach. Blood gushes from the wound as Sam's eyes widen in shock and pain. "I can't believe we were able to get away with it." Sam's body trembles as she struggles to speak, her voice barely a whisper. "What...?"

Richie smiles at her confusion. "I mean, you recruited Amber and I, Sam! You let the killers into your walls!" Sam's face contorts in disbelief and horror, her breaths becoming shallow and labored.

The realization dawns on her as she weakly reaches out towards Richie, her voice trembling with betrayal, "How could you...?"

"How could I not? You all are so fucking stupid! Every week, I'd steal food from the inventory and supply my group with it. I had to do whatever it took to ensure our survival. And when they told us were going to get back at this place for coming onto our land...I was so happy."

Richie's voice drips with contempt as he reveals his true intentions, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. "You think I actually cared about any of you? This was never about survival, it was about power and revenge. And now, you all will pay for what you've done."

"Think again, bitch." Danny says, tackling Richie. As Danny lunges at Richie, their bodies collide with a force that echoes through the room. Richie kicks Danny off of him, groaning from the pain in his side.

Sam reaches for Richie's fallen knife, and with a swift motion, she straddles him, stabbing him multiple times in his chest. The room falls silent as Sam's relentless assault comes to an end. Gasping for breath, Richie's eyes widen in disbelief, his body growing limp under Sam's weight.

"What about...my ending?" Richie gasps, coughing up blood. Sam lifts Richie's head, leaning in closer. "Here it comes," she whispers before dragging the knife across Richie's throat, ending his life with a final, gruesome act.

"We're almost there, break down the wall," Roman says over the walkie-talkie. Billy glances at Stu, who grins at the news, "Ya here that Sid? We're coming in, and we're bringing company!" Sid's heart races as she hears Roman's voice on the walkie-talkie.

She knows that her time is running out, and the arrival of Roman and his companions only adds to her desperation. She quickly scans the area for any possible escape routes, hoping to find a way out before they break down the wall.

"Remember what Y/N said, Sidney. We're going to fight these assholes until we can't." Gale says, determinedly. Sid nods, her eyes filled with determination as she prepares herself for the impending confrontation. She knows that they may be outnumbered, but they won't go down without a fight.

Dewey climbs back up the lookout post, "All the officers are helping Liv and Quinn escort everyone safely. I don't know where...everyone else is. But, I do know they're fighters." Dewey's voice trembles with fear and hope. He scans the area, searching for any sign of their allies. Deep down, he believes that together they can overcome any obstacle.

"Break it down, Mickey." Billy commands, Mickey honks the horn, causing Stu and Billy to step back from the truck, watching as it crashes through the barricade.

The sound of shattering wood and metal echoes through the air, sending a surge of adrenaline through their veins. They exchange determined glances, knowing that this is just the beginning of their attack.

"Uh, oh! Here we come, Sidney." Mickey yells out, his lead leaning from the window. "C'mon! Let's go!" Dewey tells Gale and Sidney, climbing down the lookout post.

Mickey backs up the truck, revving the engine as he prepares to charge forward once again. Stu and Billy brace themselves, ready to join Mickey in the next wave of their assault.

The truck crashes into a nearby tree, causing the branches to snap and the leaves to scatter. Mickey hops out of the truck with a bloody forehead before opening the back of it, releasing all of the walkers.

The walkers stumble out of the truck, groaning and reaching out with their decaying hands. Mickey leads a walker out of the gates, holding it at arm's length to keep it from biting him.

Stu and Billy quickly follow suit, each grabbing a walker and maneuvering it toward the gate. The trio works seamlessly together, using their weapons to fend off any walkers that get too close, determined to kill Gale, Sidney, and Dewey.

"Y/N!" Tara shouts, and you turn your head, "Tara!" You call out in relief, recognizing Tara's voice. She rushes towards you, her eyes wide with fear and determination. "We need to get out of here," she says urgently, grabbing your arm and pulling you toward the nearest exit.

You nod in agreement, gripping Tara's arm tightly as you both sprint towards the exit. The chaos around you intensifies as more walkers pour in from all directions. Adrenaline flows through your veins as you dodge and weave through the crowds of undead, destined to make it out alive.

"There! The car!" Tara points ahead, her voice drowned out by the growls of the walkers. You spot the car, its engine running, and a surge of hope fills you both as you push through the final wave of undead, reaching the car.

You quickly jump into the car, glancing at Tara as she slams the door shut behind her, "Drive!" You slam your foot on the gas pedal, feeling the car lurch forward as you desperately try to escape the horde of walkers closing in. You let out a breath, relieved that you had made it into the car and away from immediate danger.

"Do you think anyone else made it?" Tara's eyes dart to the rearview mirror, scanning the chaos behind you. "I don't know," she replies, "But we have to keep moving and hope for the best."

"What the fuck...?" You mutter, frozen in fear, as a truck, at full speed, approaches straight for your vehicle. Your grip tightens on the steering wheel as you frantically search for an escape route. "Hold on!" you shout, slamming your foot on the gas pedal, trying to evade the oncoming collision.

Tara's knuckles turn white as she clutches onto the passenger seat, bracing herself for impact. The truck crashes into your car, sending shards of glass flying and causing the airbags to deploy with a loud bang. The impact jolts you both forward, and for a moment, everything goes black.

"Gale...you should tell her," Sidney says, her voice barely above a whisper. Gale looks at Sidney, hesitation evident in her eyes. "Tell me what?"

"The people that shot at you used to be in our group...before this." Your eyes widen in shock as she processes Gale's words. Gale continues, her voice trembling slightly, "They killed people, Y/N! And when we kicked them out of our group, they swore revenge. They've been tracking us ever since, waiting for the perfect moment to strike."

"My brother and cousin are in that group." Sidney says, "They were once good people, but something changed in them. It's heartbreaking to see how far they've fallen."

Sidney takes a deep breath, her eyes glistening with tears. "I never thought it would come to this, but we have to protect ourselves now. We can't let them harm us or anyone else."

The once tight-knit group had been torn apart by betrayal, and now, the threat of impending danger loomed over them all. It was clear that Sidney's determination to protect themselves and others was unwavering, but the question remained: how would they outsmart their vengeful former comrades?

"Who all knows about this?" You ask with furrowed eyebrows. Sidney's gaze shifted to meet yours, "Only the police force, Dewey, Chad, and Sam." she replied. "We didn't want everyone in our community to live in fear of the day they really do come and attack."

Sidney's voice trembled slightly as she continued, "We've been discreet about it, but we can't be too careful. We need to come up with a plan to ensure everyone's safety without causing panic."

You wake up, your vision unblurring and ringing in your ears. As you try to regain your senses, you realize that you're lying on the ground, surrounded by debris. Panic sets in as you struggle to remember what happened and where you are.

"Y/N! Get up!" Tara shouts, a grunt following after. You manage to push yourself up, feeling a sharp pain in your side. Tara rushes over to help you, her face filled with concern.

"Your leg..." You look down at your leg and see a deep gash, blood staining your clothes. The pain intensifies as you try to put weight on it, making it clear that you won't be able to walk without assistance.

You look over at the truck, the two people driving it are now dead, but the walkers that were inside start to emerge, drawn by the commotion. Tara's eyes widen in fear as she realizes the imminent danger. She quickly scans the area for any potential weapons or escape routes, desperately trying to come up with a plan to protect both of you from the approaching walkers.

You sense this, groaning. "Tara, just leave me. I'll slow you down and put you in even more danger. You need to save yourself," you say, your voice filled with resignation. Tara's eyes well up with tears as she shakes her head, refusing to abandon you in this dire situation.

Tara begins walking, and you hop as fast as you can, trying to flee from the walkers that are closing in on you. The adrenaline pumps through your veins as you scan the area, desperately searching for any sign of a safe haven. Your heart races as you realize that time is running out and you need to find shelter before it's too late.

You and Tara retreat deep into the forest, trying to look for a place to get high ground on the walkers. The dense foliage provides some cover, but you can still hear the shuffling footsteps and low growls growing closer. With each passing moment, the urgency to find a vantage point intensifies, knowing that your survival depends on it.

"Up there!" Tara points at a large rock, jutting out from the ground, offering a potential refuge from the approaching walkers. You hop to the rock as Tara stabs a walker that gets too close, buying you some time to climb up.

You groan, feeling the strain in your muscles as you try to pull yourself up onto the rock. You fall back down, frustration building as the walkers inch closer. Tara reaches down, offering a helping hand and urging you to try again. "You go first, T...and help me up."

Tara nods, understanding. She quickly scrambles up the rock, finding her footing, and extending her hand towards you. "Hurry up," she urges, "they're right behind you." You take a deep breath, gathering your strength, and give it one more try.

You attempt to climb the rock again, gritting your teeth and pushing through the pain in your muscles. A walker grabs your leg, you try kicking it off, but it only tightens its grip.

Tara reaches down, grabbing your arm and pulling you up with all her strength. Together, you manage to free yourself from the walker's grasp and continue climbing towards safety.

Tara falls onto her back, catching her breath. You attempt to get up with a grunt and say, "Let's keep moving." Tara quickly gets up, helping you to your feet. She nods, and the two of you successfully make it to the same shed you found Heather.

You enter the shed, falling against the wall as exhaustion takes over. Tara scans the room, searching for any signs of danger, while you catch your breath. You lift your pants leg, revealing a deep bite from one of the walkers. Fuck. You were bitten.

"Tara..." you say, your voice filled with both fear and resignation. Tara turns to you, her eyes widening as she sees the bite mark on your leg. She takes a deep breath, trying to hold back tears, and mumbling, "No...no...no!

"Hey, hey...it's okay." You try to reassure Tara, despite the panic rising within you. "It's not okay!" She shouts, her voice trembling with emotion. "You promised me..."

"You promised me that you wouldn't leave," Tara continues, her voice cracking with despair. "I can't lose you, not like this." Tears stream down her face as she clings onto you, desperately hoping for a miracle. You place a hand on Tara's cheek, "I love you, Tara."

"I love you too," Tara whispers, choking out a sob. "Please, don't leave me alone," she pleads, her voice filled with vulnerability. You bring her into a kiss, pouring all your love behind it.

When you pull away, you lean your forehead against hers, trying not to break down in front of her. "Tara...don't let me turn...into one of those things...please." Tara's eyes well up with tears as she gazes into your eyes, her grip on you tightening. "No...stop! Don't make me do this, Y/N."

"Tara, please! You have to kill me before I turn, please." Tara's hands tremble as she clings onto you, her voice shaking with anguish. "I don't wanna..."

Your eyes glance around the shed, landing on an axe in the corner of the room. Desperation fills the air as you realize that the axe might be your only chance for a quick and merciful end. With a heavy heart, you suggest, "Tara, there's an axe over there. It's the only way to ensure I won't become one of them. Please, for both our sakes, grab it."

Tara's eyes widen in horror as she follows your gaze towards the axe. Tears stream down her face as she hesitates, torn between the unbearable thought of losing you and the grim reality of what lies ahead.

Slowly, she releases her grip on you and takes a shaky step towards the corner of the room where the axe awaits. Every fiber of her being resists the idea, but she knows deep down that it is the only way to prevent a fate worse than death. As she reaches for the weapon, her hand trembles uncontrollably, a reflection of the turmoil within her.

She walks back over to you, raising the axe. Her heart pounds in her chest as she looks into your eyes, silently pleading for forgiveness. With a heavy sigh, she musters the strength to swing the axe, knowing that this sacrifice is necessary for both of your sakes.

As the axe comes crashing down, a mix of relief and sorrow washes over her. She closes her eyes, unable to witness the gruesome act she has just committed. At that moment, she realizes the true extent of her love for you, willing to do whatever it takes to protect you, even if it means staining her hands with blood.

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