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bey0nd-1he-stars · 8 months

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You owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary - Solangelo

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Pairing: Nico di Angelo x Will Solace

Wordcount: 775

Warnings: mentions of trauma, nightmares, wounds, implied death (Bianca)

Summary: The three says in the infirmary with some change.

THREE | WILL

- Like a star in the daylight,

unseen but burning bright -

Will watched as the dark haired boy slept. After stitching him up properly and getting some fruit in his system, Will had insisted on getting him back to sleep. Nico hadn't been very happy about it but now he seemed peaceful with his eyes closed, the dark locks in his face. A small frown was still left but he seemed to be a lot more at peace than Will had ever seen.

Will on the other hand was sitting in his office chair behind a desk. The yellow covered journal laid open in front of him, the pen in his hand. Will had always enjoyed drawing and writing. The journal had been a gift from his mom last Christmas. Late nights and early mornings in the infirmary were always quiet and outside the big windows the nature was beautiful. The moonlight shone through the glass and the sky was scattered in stars. Despite being a son of Apollo, Will enjoyed the late nights. The stars shining glow and the bright, silver moon lit up the world around him. Early mornings was something he was used to, the Apollo campers were always up at the crack of dawn. There wasn't a single time Will had missed the sunrise since he moved to Camp Half-Blood. He'd always see the first orange sunbeams hit the camp's hills and valleys. And it was always as breathtaking as the day before.

A scream made Will whip around in his chair and his eyes swept over the room. The son of Hades was sitting up in his bed, eyes closed and hair in his face. His head hung low and he pulled a hand through his hair, Will had figured that over the years that that was a habit he had when he was stressed. Nico looked up and met Will's eyes in the dark. A look of pain flashed over his face before he looked down again. Will's eyes softened and he carefully placed the pencil on the table behind him and stood up from the chair. He went for a cup of water before going to Nico. His torn up shirt was on again after Will had cleaned his wounds. He gave Nico the cup of water without a word and Nico took it and drank it all. Carefully he took the cup out of Nico's hand and placed it on the small table beside the bed.

"Go back to sleep, Nico," he mumbled softly. The small boy carefully laid back down and let Will pull the covers over him again. Nico curled up in a ball and fell on the side and closed his eyes. He flinched a little when Will pulled away his hair from his face but Will just smiled a little and went back to his chair.

Legs pulled up from the floor and a blanket covered his legs. He continued drawing in his journal and softly hummed a melody of an old ancient Greek song. The pencil flew over the paper creating something as beautiful as the night sky. He smiled softly. He threw a glance over his shoulder at Nico. He was shaking slightly and Will decided to get up and put an extra blanket over his thin frame. His breathing wasn't as rhythmic as it should be but Will figured he was too drained to be even breathing by normal standards. He sat down on the bed beside Nico's, watching carefully over the boy in front of him. He wasn't necessarily as scary as everyone though he was. He was just as any other camper inside the camp's barriers. Just a bit more broken than everyone else. The dark hair was dirty and a mess on the white pillow, his thin shirt would get him cold in an instant. A scratch from the battle was visible in his forehead and Will suspected that wasn't the only injury from the battle, and definitely not the worst. He shook his head at the careless boy in front of him.

He pulled himself up from the bed, getting a bit startled when the wheels hadn't been locked and it rolled away a few decimeters. Will took a neatly folded hoodie and a pair of sweatpants from his desk and ripped a page from his journal. He wrote a short message on it before placing it all on Nico's bedside table. Then he laid back down on the bunk he'd been on earlier, locking the wheels first. The sun was on its way up and the clock showed 5 am. Sleep took over him not many minutes later and soon he was out like a light.

#the sun and the star #will solace #will solace x nico di angelo #nico di angelo x will solace #nico di angelo imagine #nico di angelo #solangleo #solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #you owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary #three days in the infirmary #riordan universe #riordanverse #rick riordan #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson

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raziiyah · 7 months

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of all the offices in all the cities in all the world, she walks into mine

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mayoiayasep · 1 year

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with all the new pjo and tsats content that slowly being dropped i keep getting reminded of the fact that im probably never getting any new leo valdez content

#i miss him sm #can we bring him back please. rick. richard. rickolas riordan. you owe me #pjo/hoo #tsats #leo valdez #though. tbh there is so much stuff i disliked about the way he was written originally so maybe its for the best....

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gentleoverdrive · 2 years

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(103/?) We started out just running out!

I was going to talk about something that pissed me off briefly today, but I figured it wasn't worth unearthing anything for someone so goddamn self-obsessed in the first place, so in the words of a wise person, fuck that noise. So let's get mildly curmudgeonly about cartoons and their wasted potential instead!

(It started so damn good/fun! But by the end it had a worse batting average than an underwhelming baseball player) ---- So, I recently watched Rick & Morty for the first time and... why did the show nosedive so badly once the season 2 ended? Legit, Season 3 felt like four or five times more uneven than some of the series like The Simpsons, Parks and Recreation, The Office (the U.S. one) etc that get a bad rap for their later day output (sometimes justifiably so, sometimes not so much) and, baring a few honorable exceptions (one or two episodes do manage that same feel that characterized the better aspects of the first two seasons), it just feels as uninspired and/or toothless as something like Family Guy might be? ---- Like I get that they're basically still good for like another 50 episodes or so if they so choose to pursue that venue as far as Harmon + Roiland and Adult Swim are concerned, but after watching seasons 3-through-5, I was just like "Yeah, I'm good, no". It just... felt like such a slap in the face of every bit of goodwill that the first two seasons built up and instead of just building into something that felt earned/fun and it kinda just felt like the worst excesses that transgressive fiction left in its wake. ---- It feels edgy but without any heart to temper that edginess into something interesting, or like a meme but without anything to sorta uplift it properly/give it some context. It feels... boring. And when you get bored by something to that level, especially something that's supposed to give you a boost in your mood/a spring in your step/etc? ---- Anyway, March + April felt kinda barren and my wife suggested that we give this a shot, so my thoughts can be summarized as thus: - Season 1? Up there with the best of Community - Season 2? A logical continuation of everything that made S1 great. - Season 3? An almost comical slap in the face concerning the previous two seasons. - Seasons 4 and 5? Some minor flashes of what made the first two seasons cool, but otherwise not much of what made the show what it was early on remains. So yeah, not planning on seeing Season 6 any time soon. Maybe in like 2025 or something. See ya' tomorrow (or later today, I guess)!

#diary #daily life of an old shithead #yelling about cartoons #dillinger escape plan reference #miss machine is a great record #shout out to greg puciato who still owes me a pair of chucks almost 19 years later. I loved those old beat-up shoes motherfucker!#but I love you too much to be really mad at you #rick and morty #also there are a couple of times where it almost feels like the series is going to correct course and try to go back to its halcyon days #but then it just dives back into the inconsistent mess it remains even now and I'm like 'okay I'm fucking done'

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grimesgirll · 1 month

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“not happening.”

“what if i told you that you’d be helping to save the world?”

“by fucking him?”

you scoff, turning your attention back to the braid you’d begun down your back. “i’m not helping you with your passion project, okafor. i have actual shit to do.”

okafor grins at you. “bullshit.”

“no, i still have weekly duties and assignments. i can’t just drop all of that trying to seduce your ticking time bomb.”

“i see the way he looks at you,” he states with a breath of your name. “if he’s gonna be open to anyone, it’s you.”

“he doesn’t need to be open to anyone.” you counter.

“i don’t think you know what he needs yet.”

“and you do?”

“he needs you.”

“no.” you reply flatly, fists clenched. “you need him to enact your little plan that i have nothing to do with.”

the lieutenant colonel gives you a haughty smile. “well then, at the very least he needs stress relief and you owe me a favor.”

you glare at him. “that was a one time thing.”

“you got what you wanted didn’t you?”

“being perpetually indebted to you with favors isn’t what i signed up for,” you complain as you plait your hair.

“you get to sit around and make your little maps and fuck around all day.” your superior reminds you.

you do your best not to scowl too much, unlike the man who your former benefactor wanted you to de-stress fuck. he constantly had a sour look on his face. he was the consignee who cut off his fucking hand trying to escape. how would you convince someone like that to just lay back and let you fuck them until they didn’t miss whatever life they had before again?

“this is kind of a far ask, okafor.” you note and tie off the end of your braid. you finally turn around from the mirror in front of you to face the dark green fatigue clad man behind you. “it’s never gone as far as touching someone like that and actually fucking them. i don’t think i’m up for that.”

okafor crosses his arms. “are you sure about that? last time i checked, you eye fuck him almost as much as he eye fucks you.”

“you’re an asshole.” you spit, venom dripping from your words. “i’m not letting you coerce me into this.” your eyes meet his brown irises. “let this be the last straw for you, lock me up, dishonorably discharge me, whatever, but i’m not just gonna hop on your lackey’s dick because you say so.”

he takes a deep breath and clasps his hands together, smirking for whatever reason. “i think you’ll want to.” he suddenly stands and you’re paranoid for a split second that he’s about to summon backup or attempt to disarm you right here and now. “because i’m not serving up any threats, just desserts. you’ve been good to me and i’ve been good to you. i want you to continue to reward you. maybe with what you’ve wanted all along.”

your eyebrow lifts. “and what would that be?”

okafor doesn’t say anything when you begin breaking the dress code with your workout gear. you make sure to plan time around your community mapping projects to run past the officers' meeting hall in the tighest pair of shorts you owned.

you never forgot to smile and wave to okafor and rick as you pass by. it takes a few days but rick returns your wave.

content adorns your face when you catch him surveying your form from afar, getting closer and closer to that sweet reward okafor had promised you.

soon enough rick is running into you everywhere. you're crossing paths in helicopter hangers, on benches outside of the barracks, during your runs around the reservoir, at the gym, in the administrative office in your most yielding sweater, in the hallway, and at his front door on okafor’s orders.

“okafor wanted me to make sure this got to you.”

“thank you,” rick grunts gruffly, accepting the folder with his latest field assignment from your grasp.

“anytime, rick,” you crow.

before he can bid you good night, you ask if he’d been briefed by okafor yet. he shakes his head.

you smile sweetly. “well, he really wanted you to sit down and talk about the park with someone who’s been there before, knows the layout.”

the cowboy type raises an eyebrow. “you’ve been to olympia national park before.”

“mhmm,” you confirm. “a long time ago but i know more about it than okafor.” you let out a breath, eyes boring into his icy blue gaze. “got a minute?”

the dark wainscoting of officer’s quarters enters your field of vision as rick leads you through the skinny hallway, pointing out a bathroom before bringing you into what you assume is the downstairs living room.

“you can help yourself to the kitchen,” he offers graciously, gesturing towards the kitchen of the open floor plan living space.

“thanks!” you chirp and weave towards the kitchen, finding two short glasses and flinging a cabinet open.

“oh, you have whiskey!”

“it was a gift from okafor.”

you can barely keep a guffaw from tumbling out of your mouth. “that’s very on brand for him,” you comment, turning the handcrafted decanter over in your hands. “well, lucky for you, okafor has fantastic taste.”

rick observes from the leather sofa as you pour two short glasses of whiskey - not even asking if you could. the orange light of the kitchen does nothing to hide how great you look for nine o’clock at night. your gauzy long hair glints, looking sleek beneath the lights as it falls inches above the curve of your ass.

the same bottom that had seemingly been following rick around base. it was like everywhere he turned: you were there. whatever inspired this house call felt suspiciously related.

kneeling on the floor next to the coffee table, you place the tray with your drinks down and empty the folder of its documents in order to splay them across the table. you reach up to rick to pass him one of the twin glasses.

reluctantly, he accepts. however, he doesn’t take a sip from his glass until after you do.

he doesn’t miss the way your throat tenses at the burn of the liquor when it makes its way down. you throw another swig back like a young woman who’s grown accustomed to drinking with her fellow soldiers, but in the quarters of one of her superiors?

“so, here’s where you’ll be landing.” your glass is already on the coffee table and you’re pointing out green meandering lines. “whitehorse mountain is right here. just be careful of atmospheric rivers in the area. did okafor tell you about what happened to the apache team?”

the dark haired man shook his head, worry lines becoming more pronounced.

you shake your head. “forget i said anything.” you take another quick drink from your glass and rick looks alarmed - you’re not like your oxen brothers in arm who could drink themselves silly. he doesn’t have time to dwell on it though because you’re skipping right to the next print out to detail his planned trek along the sauk river.

“it’s a pretty ridge. you should stop and take a picture.” you suggest, thumbing through laminated landmark shots of valleys and vistas, making a verbal note of one which is a convenient stop on his trip.

he bites his pink lip. “i don’t think getting a photo of the view is gonna be on my mind, sweetheart.”

“why not?” you question with a glimmer in your eye. “someone like you should take time to relax when you can.”

he chides your name. “what’re you doin’?”

“your job is important, and we all have jobs to do, right?”

there’s a far awayness in his eyes that you can’t place when you lean in closer. feet tucked under your knees, you’re trailing your hand up rick’s thigh towards the tent in his pants.

“you wanna fuck my mouth?”

“why’re you doin’ this?”

when he iterates your name, you consider backing down but then you remember okafor’s promise and how truly repressed this man seemed.

“it’s been a while hasn’t it.”

rick squirms. he doesn’t mean to but it’s a question not many people have the balls to ask him and he didn’t expect it from you of all people. he tries to block whatever memories are bubbling in response and busies himself with taking in the view of your parted lips.

“you don’t have to say anything, just relax,” you coo, shoving him back slightly.

looking down at you, rick doesn’t know what he has to gain from saying no at this point. rick huffs as you approach his erection but he doesn’t object.

his waistband falls with your fingers and you’re faced with the massive length you’d been worrying about. ever since you first saw rick’s bulge, you were brainstorming how you’d even fit him inside your taut walls, much less inside of your mouth.

starting slow, you begin at the base and kitten lick up to the top. rick’s groans give him away immediately. how can he hide how repressed he is with a cock as hard as rocks?

at the top of him, you’re laving his cockhead in your mouth. “i’ve never been with anyone this big,” you admit for the potential ego boost - even though it’s one hundred percent true. rick has a fucking horse cock if you’ve ever seen one.

your hand is working overtime with everything you can’t fit into your mouth at first. rick exhales hoarsely at the wet heat of your mouth devouring him. he hasn’t had a mouth on him in so long. your tight, warm lips wrap around his dick and you swallow around him.

his self control is rusty so he curses when he bucks into your face, stalling his hips only for you to pick up your pace. he wants to pull you off when he feels like he’s about to cum down your tight airway which is crammed full of his cock.

at the first feeling of that telltale twitch against your tongue, you prepare to do your part to keep rick’s nice leather couch clean and swallow everything he’s been holding back.

popping off of him, you look back up at him and grant a toothy smile. his eyes are lurid and clouded with what you only assume is lust. you’re not prepared for his rough grip to drag you onto the surface and into his lap.

the green cargo mini skirt you were wearing falls down your legs and lands somewhere on the wood paneled floor. the moment after you wipe your mouth with a tight fitting sleeve, rick captures your mouth. slightly taken aback, you moan into the man, squirming borderline uncontrollably on top of him as he pulls your top over your head.

his sturdy fingertips ghost across up your waist to your breast. with one robust squeeze as a warning, he assaults your heaving chest with his flesh hand and bruises your collarbone with something between a kiss and a mini-puncture wound. the proesthetic invades your panties and teases your labia, eliciting a needy hum from you.

his horse cock makes itself known again against the front of your pale pink panties.

fuck, how will he fit?

“god, you’re already soakin’ me.”

you get past the feel of his embrace for a moment to glance down only to be greeted with the sight of your swampy lap. how did i do that? you ponder.

“i wanna feel you on my cock, sweetheart. is that something you can do to help me relax?”

you grin. “i’m glad you asked.” you feel a renewed tingle downstairs. “why don’t you see how i take your fingers first?”

a smirk forms on his face. “probably should.” and then he’s reaching between the two of you to prod a finger at your dripping mound.

a deft finger drives into you. you’re expecting another one but as you lazily rest your head on his clothed shoulder, you just whine. the finger inside of you curls and unfurls, stretching you out without the addition of another digit. just the way his fingers drags along your walls has you twisting on top of him.

“you’re really wet for a girl who came over to talk about maps.”

you don’t comment, just cant your hips and beg for another finger. he obliges.

the calculated sensation has you forgetting what he’s talking about, forgetting about your plan. that rhythm he’s adopted speeds up once you make eye contact with rick.

“one more?” he questions.

you nod furiously. “another!”

rick doesn’t delay and the floor drops out from under once you feel a tongue on your quiveting lower lips.

“rick!” you gasp as his fingers and tongue work in unison to squeeze every naughty little noise out of you.

the soldier doesn’t speak; he just laps up your pussy like it was an order.

you come all over his face.

“sorr-,” you’re shut up by a wet finger in your mouth.

“that’s it.”

the no longer meek man trains his eyes on you as you suck his finger clean. through half lidded eyes, you watch his pupils dilate into fully lust blown orbs. devoid of the bright blue you’d seen before, rick’s stare only shifts when he’s shifting you on top of him.

“is it going to fit?” you don’t even realize that your thoughts are materializing out loud.

the officer snorts. “never had a problem before.”

the initial stretch is challenging. your breath is caught in your throat and you’re almost asking the man beneath you to slow down but he’s already inching in at an excruciatingly stable rate.

fuck, you’re reconsidering this. you curse your lieutenant colonel for acting like this whole song and dance was easy. figures. okafor isn’t the one getting stretched out on an eight inch cock.

at the sound of your whines, rick places a kiss on the top of your forehead. “doin’ so good for me,” rick praises. “so tight.”

i know, i feel you tearing me open you want to rasp but you just try to settle into the feeling. you adjust your position, tilting enough for rick to take a renewed interest in your ass. a firm hand plants itself on your flesh in an attempt to leverage you closer.

“almost there,” he grunts and continues pushing through your clinging canal, through the thick rings of muscle that grip his cock so tightly.

momentarily, you slump against the soldier. yeah, you’d been running around the base in hopes of attracting rick’s attention but your exercise routine was no match for the man with a brick between his legs.

once he’s sheathed inside of you, rick reaches down to toy with your clit. you mutter a soft curse. the sensation picks up and you’re faced with not just feeling full but fully stimulated as well. each drag against your sensitive bundle of nerves has you whimpering into rick.

drives into you become harsher. the impact feels less like a truck and more like a commanding officer. an arm is wrapped around you to keep your position steady on top of okafor’s new favorite soldier. the same one who seems to be hitting the right spot every time he moves you up and down his length.

your hands reach for his graying chestnut hair. they find purchase while rick rocks into you. the urge to complain that his shirt is on exits once a familiar pressure mounts inside of you.

“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me.”

“mhmm,” you expire into his neck, nuzzling into him when he presses fingernails into your sides and lifts and lowers you like his own personal stress relief toy.

you can’t be bothered to care. you’re getting what you want out of this: a reward and a release.

pleasure is just radiating throughout your core again. whatever pain had you speechless earlier has evolved into an ecstasy that has you babbling. rick just keeps a hand on the small of your back and carries on pouring himself into you - into your tight little canal, back and forth, in and out.

“rick,” you’re mewling.

the man can’t be bothered to plant a hand pleasurably on your pussy or respond to your cries, so you complain a little louder.

“want you to cum in me.” you stutter into the pillowcase.

“don’t think you want that,” rick demurely admits.

“no,” you argue between pants. “i’m on the shot they have here. i want you to fill me up.”

rick utters a curse into your neck, pouring himself into you so swiftly you’re surprised. just like you asked, he pumps his hips leisurely into your soaked cunt. you wince at the sound of a squelch. hopefully rick doesn’t care too much about having to clean his sofa.

neither of you are expecting the noise you make when rick untangles himself from you. you’re too tired to have shame and simply sink back into the ductile pillows. your head swivels over slowly to find rick watching your chest fall up and down unevenly.

laying beside the man, you can’t help but feel accomplished. for once, the soldier is sporting a blissed out look on his face instead of a scowl or thousand yard stare. but as he slings an arm around you and tugs you closer to his sweltering, sweaty body, you can’t help but feel guilty - manipulative even.

mission accomplished, but at what cost?

pt. 2

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emgod666 · 3 months

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rick sounds with lyrics

Lyrics:

Cha-ching

Me-ow

Wait wait what whuh stop.

Aw.

Mehm.

Go fetch.

I'm in heaven right now.

Thanks dumb-dumb.

About nothing.

Huh. He's making himself a sandwich.

I said thanks dumb-dumb!

Summer.

Thorn straight up into my ass.

Me irresponsible!?

Baby.

It's fine!

I'm sorry.

Everything is fine!

My god, so embarrassing.

What the hell is he talking about?

I don't wanna hear about Mrs Spencer!

Why are you dressed like a waiter?

Mor-ty.

Honk shoo mimi.

Jesus Christ our saviour was born today.

Hi Joyce, Leonard.

They give you a carton of milk.

Motherfucker.

Argh.

Burp.

Yes Jerry, it's Tati.

What do you know about friendship?

Birdperson.

Was at Blood Ridge!

Burp. Oh.

Ohh, fuck. An ice cave? Shit!

Seven seven one nine eight three six four two one one two five.

Oh my god.

Vom.

Huh?

Okay.

What the hell - hell?

I'm. Not. Certain!

No! God!

It hurts.

Oh god, it hurts.

Exhaling.

Wow.

Argh! The Amish bitch shot me!

Seven seven one.

Three six four two.

One one two five!

Sigh.

#rick sanchez #rick and morty #sorry brahms lullaby haters

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lanadelnegan · 10 days

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Ghost - Part 3

Negan x Glenn'sSister!Reader

Part 2 here // Part 4 here

Warnings: 18+, negan masturbating, negan being all sweet and protective

A/n: I thought this would be the last part, but it was so long I had to break it up. Part 4 will be posted soon!

Negan’s POV:

I waited all night for her but she never came. Hopping back on my bike, I drove back to the sanctuary the next morning. I spent the next few days drinking in my room and missing her. Trying to give her space was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

Two of my wives came to check on me, and I rudely dismissed them. And told them to kick rocks, for good. I wouldn’t even be able to get my dick up with anyone else but her. This girl has me wrapped around her goddamn finger and I don’t even know her name.

I sat on the couch, closed my eyes and imagined her face. Our night together. How I fucked her through her little shorts. I imagined her lips between mine and the little sounds she made as she scratched my back. Fuck.

I rubbed myself through my pants, imagining myself between her legs before I got impatient and pulled my cock out. I spit in my hand and began stroking it, focusing extra on the tip. My head pressed against the couch and I groaned, jerking my dick faster. Fuck, fuck fuuuuck.

"Boss, we've got a problem." Fucking Simon.

Tucking myself back in my pants, I walked over and flung the door open, clearly annoyed with an extreme case of blue balls. We walked towards the back exit quickly while Simon filled me in on the situation.

“Rick and the rest of them are outside." Simon explained. "He said he only wants you.”

“Of course he does.” I chuckled before walking out onto the balcony. “Well, what a nice surprise. This better be good Rick. I was right in the middle of something.”

Her silky black hair caught my attention almost instantly and I couldn't take my eyes off her. She stood beside Rick and my heart sank for two reasons. I couldn't let her get hurt in the middle of all this. And what the hell was she doing? She couldn't seriously want this.

I leaned next to Simon's ear and whispered. “Make sure everyone knows that one is off limits." I nodded towards my girl. "If anyone harms a hair on her pretty head, it'll be the last thing they ever do."

Your POV, earlier that day:

“We go in quick, and we don’t leave until Negan is dead. Understood?” Rick’s voice sounded far away and I realized my mind had been wandering the entire time, not able to concentrate.. Or accept Rick’s plan for Alexandria to go after the Saviors. I couldn't lose someone I...

Care about… again.

“Y/n?” Rick asked, tilting his head at me.

“Yes, understood.”

The ride over took ages it seemed like. My head rested against the window of the truck while I watched the sun slowly start to disappear. I should be thrilled. This is what I’ve wanted for so long - to get revenge.

So why did I want to save him?

“I dunno if I can do this.” Daryl’s focus remained on the road as I spoke. “I know you don’t understand it, but there’s good in him. I’ve seen it.”

Daryl scoffed. “Unbelievable.”

“I just don’t wanna see anyone else die, Daryl.” I wiped a tear from my cheek.

“Some people deserve it.”

“And we don’t? Think about all the ones we’ve killed.”

“Not the same.” Daryl mumbled.

“But it is. That’s the world we live in now. We do what we have to to survive. We’re all… psycho murderers, really.”

“Listen to yourself. What do you think Glenn would think about you defending the man who killed him?”

I sat quietly for a few moments, focusing my attention back on the clouds. “I think he’d be proud of me.” The gravel suddenly rumbling beneath the truck let us know we were getting close to the sanctuary and Daryl pulled over, parking near the others.

“You’re either with us, or ya aint. But you need to hurry and decide.” Daryl warned before he quietly exited the truck and met up with the others ahead.

I owe them for everything they’ve done for me. Everything they did for Glenn. I closed my eyes before hopping out of the car and quickly caught up with the rest of the group. Daryl gave me a nod and the rest of the tread was quiet. I tried focusing my mind on anything but Negan, disassociating to the best of my ability - a skill I’ve perfected over the past few months.

“Negan needs to surrender. This has to happen now. This is the only way.” Rick’s voice rang through my ears as I stood near him, shielding myself with the metal that stood between us and the Saviors. Peeking out, I watched Negan appear behind the railing, an arrogant smirk forming on his lips.

“You’re gonna make me count?!" Rick shouted. "Okay, okay. I’m counting. 10….”

Negan eyes traveled to mine and his gaze softened. I stared at him, silently begging him to surrender while Rick counted. He studied me as if he wondered if I wanted this.

Of course not. Surrender, goddammit.

I watched him lean over and whisper something to Simon while his eyes were still on me. Simon nodded and took out his radio, signaling something to the others that I couldn't hear.

The sound of Rick's gun cocking distracted me, and without thinking, I jumped in front of him, pulling the gun with with me. A bullet went straight through my foot, but I barely felt it.

I heard Negan cursing in the background amongst all the other chaos transpiring. Walkers were filing in now and everyone eventually scattered. I limped as quickly as I could, trying to escape before my feet lifted off the ground. I quickly realized it was Negan and he rushed us to an empty trailer nearby, shutting the door behind him when we made it inside.

“Oww.” I groaned, limping over to the wall and sliding down it. I pulled off my bloody sock and shoe and cringed at the bullet hole in my foot. The pain was starting to set in now.

“Shit.” Negan grabbed a first aid kit from a cabinet above and kneeled down, wrapping my foot. “The hell were you thinkin' darlin'?.”

He looked up at me, slightly grinning and I rolled my eyes. He finished wrapping it up, kissed my forehead, and sat next to me on the floor, leaning his back against the wall. His hand rested on my thigh protectively and I wanted to reach for it and hold his hand but I couldn’t. We both sat in silence for a few moments before he finally spoke.

“You never came. I waited on you all night.”

My heart ached at the thought of him there alone. “I told you, Negan. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“Yet.. you just took a bullet for me.” I could hear the cocky smile through his voice.

“Why did you want to meet?” I asked.

“I guess I thought maybe if we went back to our place, you’d see me differently. The way you did that night, and I’d actually have a chance to win you over.”

When I looked over at him, I saw the man he was that night. Before I knew his name and all the horrible things he had done. I replayed everything in my head - the steam from his shower, our deep talks about our old high school days, his wife Lucille and how her death broke his heart, and how he read to me. And then I remembered him in between my legs, but stopping before it got too far because we were both tipsy.

How could the same man who bashed someone's skull in be the same one the had enough decency not to take advantage of a woman? I wanted so desperately to believe in the man he was that night - for that to be the only version of him.

“Listen baby, I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have." His voice was lower than usual when he spoke. "I get that you don’t wanna see me anymore and I’ve gotta learn to be okay with that. I don’t want to be a constant reminder of your brother’s death.” He leaned his head against the wall. “Fuckin' stupid of me to think this could ever work, huh?”

With every word he spoke, my heart broke into smaller pieces. If Negan would have died today, I’d hate myself for the rest of my life for not going back to the cabin and meeting him that night. As difficult as our life would be together - for so many reasons, I can’t live without him.

“Negan..”

“Yeah?” His hazel eyes met mine and he looked like a sad puppy that I desperately wanted to comfort.

“I don’t think I can ever forgive you.”

He nodded, clearly hurt and I watched his eyes fill with tears before he looked down.

I sighed, hoping I wouldn’t regret what I was about to say. “But I love you. And I want to find a way to make this work.”

His eyes darted back and forth between mine before his hand cupped my face and he kissed me all in one motion. I've missed his lips so much. His mouth was gentle, like he was scared to break me, but I wanted him to, so I pulled him closer and opened my mouth slightly. His tongue slipped in and collided with mine, making me see stars. After a few moments, he pulled away, breathing heavily and resting his forehead against mine.

“I love you so fuckin’ much, sweetheart. I’ll never disappoint you again.”

“I know.” And I did. I believed him. Gunfire in the distance quickly snapped us back to reality but we held each other, neither of us willing to let go first.

"Negan, I've gotta go back with them."

"No. Stay with me at the sanctuary until we figure out a plan? I'll take care of you and-"

"We can't. You can't stay here, Negan. It's not safe, they'll come back for you. Rick won't stop until you're dead."

"Then I'll kill him first, doll. Simple."

"No. You're not killing anyone else - none of my people. I can't lose anyone else. The only way everyone survives this is if you surrender."

Negan scoffed. "And then what? Be a goddamn prisoner and Rick's little bitch for the rest of my life? Not gonna happen, darlin'."

I sighed. This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.

"Hey, you're not giving up on me already are you?" Negan's hand rested again my cheek as he urged me to look at him.

"No.. no, I just, I dunno what to do."

"We've got all night to figure it out, doll. We don't have many options. There's no way you're going back to Alexandria on that foot. Come on." Negan stood, holding his hand out to me and I took it. "Stay close behind me, baby."

I nodded, gripping the back of Negan's shirt as he kicked the door open, flinging a few walkers in the process. I helped as much as I could, stabbing a few with my knife as Negan worked our way through the crowd.

Luckily the sanctuary itself seemed untouched. The walkers were only outside in the yard while a couple of guards secured the entry to the sanctuary doors. They opened them quickly as Negan and I tumbled in. His hand wrapped around my waist, helping me walk with my hurt foot.

We could hear Simon and the others around the corner. Turning the corner, Negan whistled his favorite tune and I watched in awe as the rest of the saviors bowed before us.

"I bet you all thought I was dead, huh?" Negan chuckled. "Here's a little refresher on who the hell I am. I wear a leather jacket, I have -“ He paused, leaning into you. "Hell’s your name darlin’? You never told me.” You whispered your name in his ear and giggled. He turned back to the saviors, finishing his speech. "I have y/n, and my nut sack? Is made of steel. I am not dyin' until I am damn good and ready."

What a dork. My dork. I thought, looking up at him as he spoke.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a honeymoon to get to. No one knocks on my door. Simon, you're in charge. Don't make me regret it."

Simon nodded and Negan lead us down the hall to a large door at the end. He held the door open for me as I walked through. A bachelor pad of the apocalypse. Exactly what I imagined. I smiled at him and he returned the gesture, flashing his white smile before he walked towards me and immediately wrapped me in his arms. My head rested against his chest and I felt his heart beat. For once, I felt safe.

Part 4 here. If you’ve read this far, thank you. 🥹💗

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thaliasthunder · 1 year

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i swear to gods that if there's isnt at least ONE flashback of nico & jason being besties, like nico trying to help jason w his gods altars, or jason teasing nico about his silly little crush on will or jason just hugging nico to comfort him in TSaTS, i will stab everybody's fucking necks

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darylsfavoritegirl · 1 month

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Can you do a Daryl fic where you fuck and then he says he’s not into labels :( and it makes u sad and comfort

I love this idea !!! lesss goo

A/N: Sorry if these are taking longer than you thought!! im putting myself all in between the breaks i manage to get from school lol. I liked this personally, not sure if i managed to put out a good "comfort" though but there you go anon!

Your eyes flickered at Daryl's scars covering his entire back alongside of his tattoos that looked very much like to having been done by an amateur. You had been wondering their story for a long time now, yet never had the courage to question him vulgarly.

You moved your legs restlessly under the thin sheets, feeling his seeds sticking to your thighs and dripping onto the bed.

He was never at ease with such things. From the very beginning of your "relationship" that is, just warming eachother's bed on these aggravating days of the apocalpyse, where former human beings becoming foes to the geniune humanity. Hence, you always had to wait for him to leave first. There'd be nights so lewd, so scarlet that he'd feel adequate enough to let his guard down now and then. He'd fall next to you on the bed. He'd try to maintain his heaving chest as he'd cover up his downer body with sheets and would just lie down, your bodies so close to eachother, so warm that you'd feel sheltered against his bare skin. And then, he'd bend down to grab his denim jeans and take out the pack of cigarattes you'd looted from a walker's jackets earlier.

At times, there'd be enough to last you a week but at other times there'd be so little amount that you would share one. He would pass a cigaratte to you that he had taken a long drag of. You'd draw the cigaratte to your lips, savoring the tip of the cigaratte he'd moistened with his lips.

But on this specific night, both of you were high on joints. These thoughts entangled your mind as your attention shifted on the flexing muscles on his back while he put on a t-shirt.

You spoke your mind, without giving it a second thought nor being aware of his upcoming run with Glenn and Rick tomorrow early in the morning.

"Why don't you sleep here?" You uttered low, tracing your knuckles across the downy sheet incase he'd turn to face you, you couldn't dare.

"Why, are ya need in company?" He grunted in a headlessness manner as if to drop a joke. You despised how he practically didn't pay any attention to it.

You felt blood rushing to your face. The humid already made it unendurable to stay under the sheet and now this. You took deep, instable breaths.

"No." Your voice was unexpectedly trembling slightly. You shook your head as you scoffed. Now, he was facing you.

"It's just..." You were already in remorse, wishing you hadn't even started this conversation in the first place. You bit the inside of your cheek as you cracked your knuckles out of apprehension.

You felt his piercing gaze sticking upon your forehead, yet you rejected to meet with his gaze until you found something to say that didn't make you look, perhaps, desperate.

"It just gets lonely in this side of the prison." You uttered, finally lifting your head to see him buckling his jeans. You had expressed this countless times in conversations with a different context. Rick had decided to put you in a cellblock away from the others when you first joined them and he didn't change his decision ever since.

"Gon' ask me ta snuggle, too?" He quipped, a subtle sly smirk played on the corner of his lips. He tapped on his pockets as he scanned the small cell for his belongings that he might've dropped.

A sense of indignity overwhelmed you, leaving you feeling overstimulated. You couldn't grumble. He wasn't a boyfriend that owed you courtesy after screwing your brains out. He wasn't someone like that after all. Nonetheless, you loathed at the thought of a huge difference between men and women. How insensitive they could be, how insensitive he could be.

You were very well aware of your relationship, you'd both made it clear to not turn this into anything it wasn't. However, you couldn't resist the longing yearning in your heart.

"Jerk." You simply said as you turned your back to him. You placed your hands under the pillow, resting your head on it. All those thoughts, yet "jerk" was the only thing you made it through your lips. You locked your eyes on the shabby wall, slowly breathing as all you were hearing was his movements behind you. He was so dazed that he couldn't comprehend you nor your course of actions.

"Got'a get sum' shit done in the mornin'." He spoke to himself as he was wearing his leather boots.

"Ya know, with Glenn n' Rick." He added followed by his grunts as he leaned forward to tie his bootlaces.

"The sun shines on this side of the prison, too. You know?" You uttered quietly. Your tone must've caugh his attention as he stopped tying his laces and leaned back on the chair bit by bit. He sighed as he rested his hands on his knees.

"What the hell 's dis all 'bout?" He spoke low with an irritated tone. He scowled at not getting an answer from you.

You wrapped your hands around you, staring at him with softly quaking brows. He stood there with a clenched jaw, eyeing you with squinted eyes.

"Now ya dun' talk?" He spat, chewing his bottom lip as he grabbed his jacket on the bedside table.

"Ya damn well kno' how ta kill a good night." He scoffed derisively, hearing a exasperated sigh from you.

He turned his head to you, giving you a spine-chilling glare.

"Don't ya?" His voice grew taller as you observed the vein throbbing on his neck.

"Keep it down." You exclaimed, shifting your position on the bed in a rush. The bed sank under the weight of your knees as you incompetently tried to cover yourself with the sheets.

His eyes flicked through your bare body for a brief moment as he forced himself to look you in the eyes. You felt subjected to his deviant gaze, a sense of shame flooding your every cell.

"Nah." He firmly uttered.

"Rick threw ya in dis cellblock for a reason." His tone above a whisper.

" 'Cuz ya stir up sum' drama."

"All the damn time."

"Dun' miss a chance, like clockwork."

He locked his eyes on yours. Dark shadows roaming his face. Your face got hot as you had to wait to process his words, what they could've meant.

"Those joints have caused you a mental block." You hissed, not understanding even a bit why he would've say something like that.

"Fuck off." You shrugged your shoulders as you threw your body on the bed, leering at the ceiling.

"It ain't tha'." He uttered, you could sense him leaning against the wall.

"Then what? All this because I asked you to sleep with me?" Your hands met over your chest, crossed. You could hear his shallow breaths, contemplating the best thing to say. You knew he'd fail. A moment passed as neither of you spoke. He took a deep breath

" 'S cuz ya wanna go for childish fantasies." He grunted.

"Like 's sum' kinda game." He spoke, one could sense the palpable thickness of weariness in his voice. It was like he had questioned it a thousand time before you even brought it up. His heavy words lingered in the air, unraveling all the things he never even told you. You could sense it.

"It isn't." You abruptly begged. You needed him to know that you understood his way of seeings things, his way of seeing you. You knew you shouldn't corner him. You didn't.

"Forget it." He huffed with exhaustion as he left the cell.

"Night." You mumbled, knowing he didn't even hear you. You didn't even bother to get up and grab your clothes lying on the floor as you were nothing but flabbergasted. Your eyes were glued to the ceiling, hearing the cicadas singing outside of the prison.

A tear rolled down to your temple and your hand shifted to the side of your face reflexively. You sniffed your nose and shook your head in apace. You got up slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed fully naked. You sticked your eyes to the wall infront of you, fearsome of even uttering a word to yourself in this godforsaken cellblock.

You reached your hand to the panties he threw to the floor as all you could hear was muffled conversations from people on watch. You exhaled, the futile argument which broke out of nonsense didn't support your brain to not grow more lethargic thanks to the joints.

The world around you started to spin, leaving you out of kilter as you had to screw your eyes shut. You wore your bra and as you were done with clasping it, you drank what felt like a gallon of water.

You topped it with a dirty t-shirt and left your body uncovered to the humid of the south on your bed.

What did he think? That you were gonna be just fine with just fucking. How long before you started to feel things, that you wanted more.

You blamed yourself, too soon you thought. Maybe it wasn't. There was no way to know.

You woke up to the sun breaking through your eyelids. You fell asleep to overthinking hence the penetrating headache. You swallowed dryily as you tossed your body to the water bottle next to you and gulped it down agressively to a point where it dripped down your neck to the floor.

You spent your day within the fences of the prison casually, helping people run errands and talking about the run three of the solid men in your group went.

You were in the hall where you kept your food in, cleaning your pistol and weapons so that they're more handy. You furrowed due to your focus on the weapons when you heard a few sighs out of relief drawing near to the hall.

You lifted your head, awating to see who it was with your growing curiousity. Your face loosened at the sight of Daryl and lowered it to your weapons once again, exhaling subtly.

He put his crossbow and poncho on the table, fixating his eyes at you. You wrinkled your forehead, trying to ignore his existence but you were only growing to be distracted even more, with him standing there and observing you.

You suddenly lifted your gaze, exhaling exasperatedly with your hands sagging between your knees. Dirty rags and utensils accumulating a thick layer of dirt on your hands.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a second, sighing dramatically.

"...What?" You huffed, wishing nothing but to be left alone.

" 'M sorry." He muttered under his breath, making it impossible to be heard.

"You're what?" You let out a frustrated growl with his fancy words.

" 'Bout last night." He shrugged his shoulders indifferently, concealing every bit of an emotion peeking on the way.

"What about it?" You forced a downward smirk, trying to seem cool.

"C'mon." He simply said, looking rather bewildered with you. He looked as if he didn't know where to put his hands or what to do with his body.

"Your fine." You huffed, focusing on the weapons.

"I's bein' a dick 's all." He begged, taking a step towards you.

"Yeah you were." You scoffed tauntingly, not looking at his direction. You observed his boots and exhausted steps drawing towards you as you maintained your focus on the dirty rag in your hand.

"Ya kno' I'ma set things right." He was so near you that you had to raise your head to look at him. You were sitting on the frontstep of smaller cellar in the hall, he looked down at you. Your eyes filled with a flamey look as he stayed put.

"Per usual." You forced a sham smile, wishing he'd sense the sarcasm in your tone.

Seeing that he wasn't getting out of the way, you instantly got up as you rolled your eyes. You leered at him.

"Will you please get out of my way?" You hissed, maintaining a stern eye contact like a rock.

He remained silent without blinking.

"Dun' do dis." He mumbled.

You felt heat rising to your head, slowly gritting your teeth.

"So now it's my fault?" You barked between your heaving chest. You digged your nails into your palm, your face getting redder each second.

He remained silent once again as he placed his burly left hand to your waist, burying his forehead on your shoulder. As you were at the brink of pushing his body, hands softly grabbing him by the shoulders.

"A herd nearly took us out today." He breathed against your skin.

Your hand fell loose down his body as your eyes widened and you let out a soft sigh. His hair tickled under your chin as you felt him breathing shallowly against your skin. Your eyes fixated on the entrance gate as you didn't know what to say or do.

You felt your eyes twitching along with your bottom lip as his hot breaths send shivers down your spine, your body flooding with goosebumps.

"Almost got Rick." He added after a few second that felt like a decade.

"I'm sorry. I- I-" You made it out through a shaky voice as he lifted his head, his hand still gripping your waist.

"Ain't yer fault." He slowly ambled toward the table where he left his crossbow on.

"Jus' made me get mah head al' together." He spoke as if there was no one in the hall. He slunged his crossbow on his body and rubbed his face as he let out a frustrated sigh.

"There ain't no reason ta be a damn douchebag." He added, eyeballing you as he placed his hands on his hips.

You were left with thousands of feelings, thoughts lining in your head leaving you stay put like a statue with no form of life whatsoever. Your brows were raised, lip bottom still trembling yet you managed a hold on it. He threw his poncho on his shoulder as he got close to the hall gate.

"Come to my cell tonight." You insisted with soulful, intense eyes right before he left.

You saw him nodding his head discreetly as he chewed on his bottom lip.

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somewhereincairparavel · 1 month

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I just realized that Piper PRAYED to Aphrodite that she should let Jason live, for the sake of their love. But the moment Piper broke up with Jason, his life went downhill and he died a few months later. What if piper's prayer to Aphrodite had kind of "sealed" jason's life, but it was only as long as they were together, so the moment they split, the prayer lost its protection, breaking the invisible thread of security jason had, since Aphrodite wasn't obligated to ensure his safety anymore. Uncle Rick owes me tissue boxes.

#omgg this will keep me up at night.#im not sure aphrodite would be this ruthless. but hey #we're talking abt the lady who loves tragic romances. what is better than a hero sacrificing himself for your daughter. right?#this is such a deep thought i had #if this was the case #why aphrodite. WHY #pjo #pjo hoo #pjo fandom #jason grace #pjo series #percy jackson #piper mclean #frank zhang #leo valdez #hazel levesque

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specialagentlokitty · 2 months

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Rick grimes x reader - what was supposed to be our last night

I was wondering if you could please Rick Grimes (or Darryl) x reader, where rick discovers a bite mark on y/n, from a zombie, and freaks out about it. But as it turns out y/n had that bite mark for a few days, and as it turns out they have some kind of immunity against the virus. Kind of like Ellie from tlou. - Anon 💜

You grumbled a little in pain as you pulled your shirt on, flexing your shoulders so that you could hopefully adjust to the pain.

Your back had been aching since the run you went on a few days ago, but you took a nasty fall, so you didn’t think all that much about it.

“Hey, are you alright?” Rick asked.

He walked into the room, looking at you flexing your shoulders, twisting from side to side in order to get used to the ache you were feeling.

“Yeah, my back hurts a little, I think it’s just badly bruised from that fall.”

He nodded his head, wrapping his arms around you, placing his chin on your shoulder.

“Shit hurts though, and I can’t look properly in the mirror which sucks ass, but that’s life.”

Rick chuckled a little bit, pressing a kiss to your jaw and he stood up properly.

“Here, let me have a look. Where is it?”

“I think it’s somewhere near the middle part of my lower back, I’m not sure.”

He nodded, lifting your shirt up a little, feeling around the lower part of your back and you winced a little.

“I know, I know sorry. It’s definitely bruised, is it alright if I lift it a little more? I think I feel something.”

“Yeah go for it.”

Rick lifted your shirt a little higher, and his whole body froze as he looked at the wound right in middle of your back.

He brought a hand up, running his fingers along it, and you pulled away a little.

“Ow! Ow! Rick come on!” You complained.

You pulled away, turning around to look at him and you saw the horrified look on his face.

“Sweetheart?”

“I.. wait here.”

Rick took your shoulders, leading you to the bed and he sat you down, running out of the room.

Sighing heavily you laid down, resting your arms under your head as you waited for him to come back.

It didn’t take long for him to come back, the door was thrown open, Rick came back Carol and Daryl.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“Hey sweetheart.. hey…” Rick whispered.

Rick held out his hands and you gave him yours, letting him lift you up and Carol sat behind you.

“Rick?”

You saw the tears burning his eyes, and you reached out, brushing your thumb along his cheek to sip a few tears away.

“Hey what’s going on…?” You whispered.

“How did you hurt your back?” Daryl asked.

He sat on the otherside of you, and you turned your head to look at your brother.

“Uh.. I remember running from a couple of walkers, I tripped and fell down, I whacked it off a broken car door, by shirt got caught but that was it.”

He slowly nodded his head, and you turned to look at Carol.

“Guys…?”

“Hey, hey look at me..”

Rick gently took your head in his hands, and he turned you to look at him, pressing his forehead to yours.

“No..” you whispered.

He took a shaky breath, sniffling a little bit.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“No.. no.. no.. no.. Rick I.. I can’t.. tell me I didn’t…”

“I’m so sorry…”

You moved your head, resting your forehead on his chest as tears fell from your eyes, balling your hands into the fabric of his shirt.

Rick cradled your head between his hands, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“But.. but Carl.. Judith.. I.. I can’t put them through this… I.. I know Judith wouldn’t remember but I.. I don’t..”

You pulled away from Rick and you spun around to look at Daryl.

“Daryl…”

He looked away, clenching his jaw tightly, hands balled into fists.

“I… I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t.”

“We’ll give you two some time.” Carol whispered.

She all but dragged Rick away, and you sat next to your brother, holding him in your arms, resting his head on your shoulder.

You felt a few of his tears hit your arm, and you fought to keep your own tears at bay.

“I’m so sorry Daryl I.. I.. never.. I didn’t..”

“It ain’t your fault…”

You sniffled a little bit.

“I… I was supposed to be the last one of us three standing…”

Daryl let out a bitter laugh, and he gave your arm a few pats.

“Yeah, well now you’re gonna have to keep that asshole in line till I get there…”

“Yeah well it better not be anytime soon..”

He let out a small scoff, and you gave a sad smile.

“I.. I have to talk to Rick.. we.. we have to.. I can’t.. Daryl we can’t tell anybody else please…”

“Nah, we won’t.”

You nodded and let go of your brother so he could stand up.

He ruffled your hair a little bit, and walked to the door, stepping outside to quietly speak to Rick and Carol.

It was only a few minutes later when Rick quietly came back in, and you laid down on your side, holding your arm out to him.

Rick laid down in front of you, his hand settling on your waist, and you brushed your knuckles along his cheek.

You smiled sadly at him.

“I don’t.. I don’t want to tell anyone else..”

“That’s okay, we won’t. If you don’t want anybody else to know they don’t have to know…”

You nodded a little bit.

“Carol is going to take Carl and Judith after dinner, look after them…”

“I still need to get dinner ready!”

You quickly got up and rushed away.

Rick knew what you were doing, you were deflecting, you were pushing the issue to the back of your mind and doing anything you could to forget about it.

You made dinner, you sat laughing with Carl and making Judith laugh, a huge smile on your face.

When Carol came to get them you hugged them both tightly.

“I’ll see you two tomorrow.”

You kissed the tops of their heads and watched as they went, Rick stood just behind you, waiting for you to go back inside.

Finally you turned around and went back inside, and you sat down on the stairs, running a hand down your face.

“Rick you.. you have to promise me you’ll do it before I turn…”

“Of course…”

He knelt down in front of you, taking your hands in his to kiss your knuckles, pressing a kiss to your palms.

He leant up, gently pressing his lips to yours, and you leant forward to kiss him back, tangling your hand into the hair on the back of his head.

He pulled away first, and you brushed your nose against his.

“What do you want to do…?” He whispered.

“Can we dance in the yard again…?”

Rick smiled softly, kissing the corner of your mouth as he stood up, holding his hand out for you and you took it.

“Of course we can.”

He led you outside into the backyard, your bare feet feeling the cold of the grass, and you stood in the middle.

Your arms wrapped around his neck while he settled his on your waist, both of you swaying from side to side.

You both knew that this was going to be your last night, generally people who had been bitten didn’t last more than a few days, and though you felt fine you knew it was a matter of time.

Rick leant down, connecting his lips with yours once again, and you leant up to kiss him back.

You pulled away, and you looked at him and he smiled gently at you.

“You’re so perfect…” you whispered.

He chuckled a little, brushing his nose against yours.

“Compared to you? Absolutely not…”

You smiled a little more.

“I love you…”

“I love you too (Y/N)… god I love you so much…”

You both danced outside for hours, eventually going back inside when it got a little bit too cold to be dancing around at night.

You went upstairs and laid on top of the sheets, watching as Rick laid down next to you.

“I wish I could stay right here… in this moment…” you whispered.

“You will… you’ll always be right here…”

He took your hand, holding it against his chest, pressing his forehead to yours.

“No matter what happens you’re still going to be here okay..?”

You nodded your head.

“You’ll remember me…?”

“Of course I will sweetheart, I would never forget you..”

“You know I always thought about what life would be like.. ya know? After all this?”

“Oh yeah? What did it look like?”

Rick sat with his arm propped under his head, hanging on to every word that you said, tracing patterns on your lower back.

“Was kinda hoping to maybe get married, even in this shit world.. I.. I know that you maybe don’t want to but I don’t know.. I guess I’ve always wanted to get married… I was okay with not getting married though as long as I could be with you…”

“Really?”

You nodded a little bit.

“Guess that’s out the window huh…?”

Rick jumped up, grabbing your arms to pull you up.

“Come on.”

“Rick?”

He smiled softly at you, pulling you to your feet, rushing you down the stairs and he handed you your shoes while he pulled his boots on.

When you were done, he held his hand out to you.

“What’re you doing?”

“Well, we’re going to go get married. If.. if you want that is?”

You grinned a little bit.

“Yes!”

“Go get your brother, I’ll get Carol and the kids!”

“Fuck it! Get all the others!”

You ran in one direction while Rick ran in the other one, and you ran up to the gate where Daryl was on watch with someone else.

“Daryl?!” You whisper yelled.

He immediately came down.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m getting married! Come on you need to give me away!”

You grabbed your brothers arm, all but running back towards the church with him where Rick was rushing everybody inside.

He smiled brightly at you, and you stood at the doors with Daryl.

“Seriously? You’re getting married?” Daryl asked.

“Yeah! Come on Daryl!”

He looked at you and shook his head a little bit, offering you his arm which you took, and Carl came out to greet you.

“You’re gonna marry my dad?”

“Oh crap! Is that okay? I.. I mean we probably should’ve talk to you first…”

Carl smiled, offering you his arm as well.

“Yeah, it’s okay. I’ve been waiting for him to ask you anyways.”

You three walked in, and you wore the biggest grin as all your friends that were at Alexandria stood ups

When you reached the front, Daryl ruffled your head again, leaning down.

“I’m so proud of you…”

“I love you too…”

Rick took your hands, and Gabriel skipped through anything that was unnecessary, going straight to the vows instead.

“I love you (Y/N), god I love you so much… and I.. I wish we had our whole lives ahead of us but I just.. I know maybe this isn’t the best wedding, but I couldn’t ask for anything better… because it’s you.. even if we got married in the middle of nowhere it would be perfect… because it’s you…”

You smiled softly at him.

“I love you too, and you know what? This is the perfect wedding because I’m marrying you.. and I have my whole family here with me…”

Gabriel finished the ceremony, and he clapped his hands together.

“I declare you both officially wed! You may now kiss.”

You pulled Rick down which made everybody laugh at the eagerness.

When you pulled away you took his hand in yours, both of you turning to face everybody.

You sniffled a little bit, tears burning your eyes as you sat down, and Rick sat next to you, pulling your head to his chest.

“Oh hey, this is supposed to be a happy day.” Aaron whispered.

“Why’re you crying?” Rosita asked.

“Because I don’t want to go… I don’t wanna go…”

Daryl knelt behind you, placing his hand on your back and Carol knelt next to him, a hand on your back and his.

“I.. I can’t.. I can’t.. you have to tell them..”

“(Y/N)s been bit… was bit.. a few days ago…” Daryl whispered.

What was a happy atmosphere turned dark immediately, and everybody crowded around you.

“I don’t wanna go…”

You shuffled a little, laying down with your head on Ricks thighs, he ran his hand over your head.

Nobody said anything but they sat there with you, all just staying by your side.

As the night drew on, you grew tired, and you fell asleep with your hand clutching tightly on to Ricks, and they all waited.

They waited for your breathing to stop, waited for your life to fade from you, for you to finally pass.

Morning rolled around, and you grumbled a little which startled them all, and they moved away from you aside from Rick who grabbed hold of his knife, hand trembling and tears burning his eyes.

You grumbled again, and he placed his knife just behind your ear.

“Don’t touch my fuckin’ frog Daryl…” you mumbled.

Everybody stared at you in confusion, and Rick tossed his knife aside.

“I didn’t touch your fuckin’ frog dumbass.”

“You put it in the microwave…”

“I didn’t hit start!”

You shot up, falling away from Rick and you hit the ground with a heavy thud and a small groan of pain.

“You’re not dead?” Daryl asked.

“You put a frog in the microwave?” Carol asked.

“Oh my god I didn’t turn it on! Why aren’t you dead?”

You slowly sat up, rubbing the back of your head.

“I.. I don’t know…”

“Here, let me look.” Carol said.

She moved behind you, lifting your shirt to look at your bite mark, seeing it was scabbing over.

“It’s healing…” she whispered.

“What?”

Everybody crowded around to look at your back, seeing that the bite mark was scabbed over.

Rick placed the back of his hand to your forehead, seeing you had no fever.

“Let’s get you back to bed.” Rick whispered.

Everybody went back to the house with you, and they kept you confined to the bed.

They didn’t have what they needed to look at your blood work, so instead they swapped out shifts watching over you for days, checking the wound daily.

This went on for nearly a week, and your wound had turned into a scar.

Rick was sat behind you, your back resting against his chest, hands resting on his.

“It’s healed?”

“Completely, have you ever been bitten before?”

You thought for a moment, and shrugged a little bit.

“No. No I don’t think so. I haven’t noticed anything.”

He nodded his head, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“What does this mean…?”

“Well, it means that we’re married, and that… that we think you’re immune somehow…”

You sat up, turning around to look at him.

“Immune?”

“It’s the only answer we have, you should’ve turned by now, you don’t even have a fever and we’ve never seen a bite heal before.”

“So… you’re stuck with my ass…?”

Rick chuckled a little bit, leaning forward to kiss you, kissing your nose, forehead, then carefully pressing his lips to yours.

“I wouldn’t say stuck if I want to be with you…”

You smiled, kissing him once again, and he smiled into the kiss, placing his hand on the side of your face.

He was going to keep you close by now, everywhere he went he was going to bring you with him, he wasn’t going to take any chances immune or not

#the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #twd #twd x reader #twd imagine #twd x you #twd x y/n #Rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #Rick grimes imagine

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bey0nd-1he-stars · 10 months

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You owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary - Solangelo

Masterlist

Part 2

Pairing: Nico di Angelo x Will Solace

Wordcount: 242 (the other chapters are longer, I promise)

Warnings: mentions of trauma, nightmares, wounds, implied death (Bianca)

Summary: The three days in the infirmary with some change

ONE | NICO

- I'm Nico di Angelo, Son of Hades.

I control the shadows.

They do not control me -

"So where were you?" Will demanded. He was wearing a green surgeon's shirt with jeans and flip-flops, which was probably not standard hospital protocol.

"What do you mean?" Nico asked.

"I've been stuck in the infirmary for, like, two days. You don't come by. You don't offer to help."

"I... What? Why would you want a son of Hades in the same room with people you're trying to heal? Why would anyone want that?"

"You can't help out a friend? Maybe cut bandages? Bring me a soda or a snack? Or just a simple 'How's it going Will?' you don't think I could stand to see a friendly face?"

"What? ... my face?" The words simply didn't make sense together: Friendly face. Nico di Angelo.

"You're so dense," Will noted. "I hope you got over that nonsense about leaving Camp Half-Blood."

"I- yeah. I did. I mean, I'm staying."

"Good. So you may be dense, but you're not an idiot."

"How can you even speak to me like that? Don't you know I could summon zombies and skeletons and-"

"Right now you couldn't even summon a wishbone without melting into a puddle of darkness, di Angelo," Will said. "I told you, no more underworld magic. You owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary. Starting now."

Nico felt like a hundred skeleton butterflies came to life in his stomach. "Three days?... I- I suppose that would be okay."

"Good. Now..."

#will solace x nico di angelo #solangelo #will solace #nico di angelo #the sun and the star #riordanverse #you owe me at least three days of rest in the infirmary #rick riordan #Percy Jackson #percy jackson and the greek gods #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus

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Its about time someone wrote an Eddie Munson sex pollen fic

Eddie Munson x reader

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Smut, slight dub con due to sex pollen, unprotected, mentions of pregnancy (as a joke)

She always said she would follow Eddie to hell and back. The UpsideDown was basically hell, so she had kept her promise. The second he jumped into Lovers Lake, she went right after him with no doubt in her mind.

This type of thing wasn’t usually her speed. Despite Hawkins overwhelmingly supernatural reputation she refused to involve herself in any of the town’s escapades. Instead she relegated herself to getting high with her best friend and listening to rock music. An easy life for someone who liked to take it easy.

Things were of course complicated when that aforementioned best friend got himself caught up in a murder investiation. Even more so because the actual murderer was a demon from the underworld of Hawkins.

The first person the gang of youths came to when they were trying to find Eddie was of course her, since they were never apart. She knew where to find him and reluctantly forked over the information when they explained the situation to her.

She was now intertwined with the mystery of Hawkins and a gaggle of Freshmen who seemed to have it all figured out, along with their college aged babysitters Nancy, Steve, and Robin.

She reluctantly followed them on their quest, grumbling intermittently about how Eddie owed her some good weed after going through this whole ordeal for him. But the second she saw him hiding out in Reefer Rick’s boat house, any sense of annoyance was gone and all she felt was relief.

She had to practically pull him off of Steve Harrington, coaxing the broken glass out of his hand and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “Eddie. You fucking dumbass, what have you gotten yourself into this time?”

In his alarmed state, he was still frantically looking around and trying to take inventory of everyone standing around him. He relaxed a bit when he recognized Dustin and Mike, more familiar faces to put him at ease.

She noticed his apprehension and explained “They’re here to help, we all are.” She cupped his face in her hands and made him look into her eyes to see she wasn’t lying.

Reluctantly she left him at the boathouse and promised to return once things were sorted, urging him to call if he needed anything.

The next time she saw him he was huddled under a rock formation near Lover’s Lake. She rushed to him without a second thought, throwing her arms around him once again. “Are you good? Did they hurt you?” She had heard about Jason catching up to him at the lake so she was quick to scan his body for any injuries.

“Miss me that much, sweetheart?” he teased, secretly relishing in her increased clinginess. She wasn’t usually a very touchy person even when she was high, so he wasn’t used to feeling her warm hands ghosting over his body like this.

She sat with him while the rest of the group came up with a plan. All the sciencey stuff went right over her head so she was content to sit back and have a drink with Eddie while the smart people theorized about telepathy and gates to the other dimension.

They had decided the best course of action was to try and find a gate in the bottom of the lake from the Vecna’s most recent attack.

She was less than enthusiastic about jumping into the lake but obviously she wasn’t going to let Eddie go into the underworld alone with a bunch of strangers. “We don’t have to do this,” she offered, intertwining their fingers as he got ready to jump.

He whispered her name, pulling her hands to rest on his chest. “I need to tell you something-” It was clear that he was going to jump in and she wasn’t going to stop him. And she would, as previously mentioned, follow him anywhere.

“Tell me when we get back,” she interrupted simply, jumping into the water and tugging him in after her.

The second they came through the portal, they were involved in a vicious fight with a bunch of weird flying demon bats. She ripped a keychain out of her pocket and swung the sharp metal around like a shiv.

A swarm of the bats started to appear over the horizon and they made a rush to the woods. The pair stood beside Robin while Nancy patched up the wounds on Steve’s abdomen. “Wrap it up lovebirds,” she scoffed, as if she wasn’t wrapped under Eddie’s arm at that same moment.

Eddie joined in the teasing, pulling away to strip off his vest and pass it to Steve since he was without a shirt. “For your modesty, dude.” She giggled, patting his shoulder and leaning into him again.

They looked around the area, trying to gain their bearings. Ever the adventurer, Eddie climbed onto a fallen tree. Suddenly the ground rumbled, causing him to fall off the tree and into a growth of sweet smelling plants.

“Eddie!” she gasped, stumbling over the shaking ground to make her way to him. She helped him out of the bush carefully. A weird dazed expression was on his face but she decided to ignore it since most people were probably a little rattled after falling such a distance.

“Aw you were worried about me,” he slurred, leaning on her shoulder as she helped him up. His legs were wobbly from the fall and whatever plant he had inhaled.

“You’re so stupid. I hate you,” she whined though it was an obvious lie since she was clearly enjoying his closeness and flirting a little too much.

“Love you too, babe,” he teased, nose brushing the skin of her neck from the way he bent his head. She shivered both from the cold of the air and from his proximity.

He was quick to strip off another piece of clothing, handing her his jacket and smiling widely. “You looked cold.”

“Thanks,” she muttered, sliding the jacket over her shoulders. It was unbelievably warm and it smelled incredible. It smelled like him, a mix of weed, cigarettes, and the cologne she had gotten him for Christmas. There was also an overwhelming sweet flowery smell that made her cheeks warm when she smelled it, weird.

Eddie had stayed back to chat with Steve so she caught up to the other girls, needing a moment away from him to collect her thoughts. “Are you dating?” Robin asked as soon as she was in stride with them.

“I…uh. It’s… Eddie is… complicated.” She shook her head, thinking about all the times she thought something might happen between them and she was proven wrong. At this point she had pretty much given up pursuing him due to his constant friend-zoning. Although, she didn’t mind the friend zone most of the time because he was her best friend and that was enough.

But sometimes when she was a little too high, she wished she could hold him without having to pull away awkwardly in the morning and blame it on whatever they had been smoking.

“I’m not sure if I’d call Eddie a man. He’s still in Highschool,” Nancy joked, trying to draw away from Robin’s slightly rude question.

“Ok then boys are complicated, not that I would know,” Robin joked.

Just then was the moment Eddie and Steve decided to return to the main group. He was instantly wrapping his arms around her waist from behind, pressing his forehead to her neck.

They walked like that until they got to Nancy’s house, he was intermittently kicking her in the back of the legs but she couldn’t be bothered to tell him to stop. Because for some reason his closeness was easing the weird burning sensation in her body.

When they got to the house, they split off and she brought Eddie into another room. He was acting weird ever since he had fallen and she wanted to make sure he didn’t have a concussion.

She turned around and took his face in her hands “ooh you’re hot!” She yelped, pressing the back of her hand to his forehead to get his temperature.

“You too, babe,” he quipped, winking and grabbing her wrist. He placed a quick kiss on the palm of her hand.

“No I’m serious do you feel alright?” she continued, yanking her hand out of his grasp.

“I’m really horny,” he whined, gripping her hips tightly and pulling her closer. Her hands fell to his chest, gripping his shirt to steady herself.

“Eddie? Are you high right now?” she asked seriously, knowing it was a strong possibility since he was high a lot of the time. And the way he was acting now did match the way he acted when he was high, very touchy and emotional.

“I think it was that stupid plant. Like weed but 100 times stronger,” he explained genuinely although she could hardly focus due to the way his fingers were pressing noncommittal patterns into the flesh of her hips.

“Ok. Explain to me exactly how you feel,” she demanded calmly even though on the inside she was anything but calm. If that plant really was the cause of his symptoms that meant it was probably some type of poison.

“I’m dizzy and I think I have a fever. Everything feels really intense. Oh and my dick is throbbing,” he groaned.

“Aw I'm sorry,” she replied softly, stroking his cheek and ignoring the last part of what he had said. “Do you wanna hold my hand? Would that make you feel better?”

“A little,” he replied, interlacing their fingers and giving her hand a quick squeeze. She remembered when he got his first tattoo. He cried until she offered to hold his hand and he was instantly comforted by it. Ever since then she would hold his hand when something was upsetting to him.

“I’m gagging. Are you guys done?” Steve loudly announced his presence from the doorway of the room that they hadn’t thought to shut.

“Yeah, are you decent?” Robin added, just a little too cheerful for the situation they were all in.

“Of course we’re decent Robin, jeez. Do you guys really think either of us are reckless enough to try something like that at a time like this?” she asked incredulously, offended that these people who she didn’t know would think so little of her.

“Honestly? Yeah,” Nancy jutted in, saying what they were all thinking. The sexual tension between them was palpable even more so thanks to the effects of that plant.

Nancy explained the plan with the bikes. She was happy to hear they were going back to Eddie’s trailer after a long day of unfamiliar locations so longed to be back somewhere she felt safe and comfortable.

She decided to get on the bike behind Eddie so as not to further his crotch related issues. Although she was sure her chest pressed tightly against his back like that wasn’t doing him any favors either.

Every once in a while he let out a little whimper. Which made her feel bad for him, but also made her embarrassingly wet when she thought about the sound in a different context. She was highly frustrated and every noise out of his mouth made her blood boil.

“Eddie!” she snapped. “What do you want? It's not like they can pull over for a minute so you can jerk off!”

“It huuuuuurts,” he whined.

“Fuck. You think I don't know that? I feel the same way because whatever you breathed in was on your jacket. So congrats we’re both hot and bothered.” She didn’t mean for it to come off so rude but she was frustrated, in more ways than one.

“Sorry,” he muttered, hanging his head in embarrassment.

“It’s fine,” she grumbled, going silent for a while.

That silence continued all the way to the trailer and then during them falling back out of the portal. He was starting to think she was mad at him. Really he should have known to assume that since his symptoms were getting worse hers would be too.

Just the sound of his voice was making her pussy gush an unnatural amount of liquid. She was sweating but also freezing. It was like he had said, a really weird horny fever.

Once they were all safe on the right side up part of Hawkins, she shooed everyone else out of the trailer so she and Eddie could deal with their problem alone and separately.

She locked herself in the bedroom and left him sprawled out on the couch. His uncle had left town when everything had happened with Chrissy so there was no concern of him coming home. That doesn’t mean either of them could be loud with the other in the next room.

Stripped down to nothing but a pair of very damp panties, she did her best to ride out the fever without masturbating with her best friend in the next room. He was not extending the same courtesy. He was jerking off as loud as ever and she could hear him clear as day through the walls. The filthy words spilling out of his mouth were better than anything her fingers could do anyways but she still couldn’t get any release.

It was like some invisible force was dragging her into the living room and she didn’t have the strength so stop it. “Fuck. Babe,” he gasped out as soon as he saw her, hand still moving up and down his cock and a furious pace. It looked too red, almost purple and she could see it throb.

“Nothing's working,” he whined, reaching out for her with his other hand.

“Eddie- I can't- I’m not going to take advantage of you when you’re like this,” she stated as firmly as she could although her voice was shaking along with her legs that were clenched together tightly, chasing any type of friction it could provide.

“Just…Please. Let me touch you. It’s not as bad when I’m close to you.” The desperation in his voice wasn't doing her any favors either, his needy whines were doing something undeniable to her.

Everything in her brain told her this was a bad idea but she wasn’t able to think with her brain at the moment. So she crawled into his lap and laid on his chest, her panties the only barrier between their skin that was touching in every other place.

His hands smoothed over her back, groping at her hips and ass. She didn’t mind it except for the fact it was slowly but surely eroding her willpower. “Eddie,” she gasped when he gave her ass a particularly rough squeeze.

“Please. I need you.” His open mouth was ghosting over her neck, leaving a wet line of what could be considered kisses. They were messy and his lips and tongue were unbearably hot, raising her body temperature even more.

“Fuuuuck. I know.” She couldn't help the way her hips grinded down against his.

“Let me help you. I can make you feel better,” he pleaded, sliding his fingers past the barrier of her panties. He didn’t move them further, just let them rest there as he looked down at her for confirmation.

She nodded, urging him to continue. “This is such a bad idea.” The words coming out of her mouth directly contradicted the way she whined and writhed on his fingers.

“Oh fuck. Holy shit. I’m gonna cum,” he groaned as she tightened around his fingers, bucking his hips up to brush his cock against her soft skin.

She pulled away, frantically tugging her panties off and settling her hips directly over his. “Fuck me. You can fuck me. Please,” she whined, gripping his cock in her hand and lining him up with her entrance.

“Yeah. Yeah. Ok.” He breathed in deeply, gripping her hips and dragging her down onto him.

He was surprisingly strong, although some of that might have something to do with the plant he had inhaled driving his actions. He slid her warmth over him, thrusting as deep as he could manage from his place below her. “So good,” he slurred.

Her tits bounced from the movement, drawing his eyes away from where they were connected. He shifted to sit up, now at eye level with her he could bend down and wrap his mouth around one of her nipples.

“Fuck. Yes.” She slid a hand into his hair, yanking the strands more forcefully than she meant to. It didn’t seem to bother him based on the way his moan vibrated against the skin of her chest.

“Not gonna last,” he admitted, his hands gripping her hips forming dark bruises on the skin there.

“Me neither,” she gasped, speeding her pace to chase her own release.

Both of their release spilling down her thighs and onto his stomach only distracted them for a moment before the intense urge was back again, this time tenfold.

He slipped out, flipping them around so she was face forward against the couch, ass sticking up in the air. She felt his hardness pressed to her backside, already throbbing with need again. “Keep going,” she moaned, pushing back against him.

That was all the confirmation he needed to plunge back into her, long hard thrusts shaking both of them to her core. An obscene squelching sound along with the slapping of their skin filled the air. “How. Are. You. So. Warm,” he choked out.

“Fever,” she answered, although it was more of a muffled whine since her mouth was covered from being shoved face first into the pillows of the couch.

Her legs were shaking from the way he was pounding into her but she couldn’t bear for him to stop long enough to change positions. Since he was hitting a place inside her she didn’t even know was there, and she never wanted him to stop.

“Right-right there,” she screamed, reaching a hand back to grab his own. It was grounding to her in a way but it also meant she only had one arm holding her up so when she came she promptly slumped over.

He pulled out and helped her turn her over to lay on her back. She stared up at him, fucked out expression in her eyes.

With one arm he held himself up and the other cupped her face. He leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. “Feels better,” she murmured, craning her head up to chase his lips when he pulled back.

“Me too,” he responded, laying his head on her chest and settling his weight between her thighs. He snaked his hand down to her cunt, pushing his fingers in and out of her with the lubrication of their cum soaking down to his wrist.

She stared down at him, watching his actions and the milky substance he was playing with. “What if I have weird evil UpsideDown babies?” she asked, half joking and half seriously concerned.

“I would love them as my own,” he replied simply.

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