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ichorai · 1 year

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sorry ; daryl dixon.

track three of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; daryl dixon x doctor!reader (gender neutral pronouns)

synopsis ; you were on your knees, and daryl was too. he wouldn’t look at you—he couldn’t—terrified that negan would bring that bat down on your head if he noticed.

words ; 7.9k

themes ; heavy angst, mild action, doctor au

warnings / includes ; death and violence, negan at his worst, vulgar language, guns/weapons, descriptions of injury/blood, mentions of maggie's pregnancy, negan goes on long ass monologues, poor rick is going Through it, the walking dead s6-7 spoilers (fic starts right at the season six finale), mild sexual dialogue from negan

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Maggie hummed with discontent when you pressed a cold, damp cloth to her forehead. There was a pallid color to her skin, and her temperature was beginning to rise, despite her violent shivers beneath the blanket. The inconsistent, rocking motions of the RV weren’t doing her any favors, either.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you to Hilltop real soon,” you said, feeling mildly guilty that you couldn’t help her more, despite being a doctor yourself. Alexandria was completely out of medical supplies and this was urgent—if Maggie didn’t get help soon… you’d never be able to forgive yourself if something bad were to happen to her or the baby. “Hang on for me, okay?”

The brunette slanted her lips in a tired smile, eyelids heavy.

Rick knelt down beside you, speaking in a low, comforting tone. “We’re gonna get there. Once we get the medicine from Hilltop, Y/N will fix you right up.”

A small sigh fell from her pale, trembling lips. A thin film of tears warbled over her eyes. She was terrified.

“Oh, Maggie,” you murmured, gently pulling away the short strands of hair sticking to her face.

“How do you know?” muttered your friend, gaze trained on the ex-cop.

“Everything we’ve done… we've done it together. We got here together and we’re still here. Things have happened, but it’s always worked out for us, ‘cause it’s always been all of us. That’s how I know. As long as it’s all of us helpin’ you, we can do it.”

A hot tear meandered down Maggie’s cheek. You nodded gratefully at Rick—he’d always had a way with words that you’d never really gotten a grasp of.

The next hour passed by slowly. You switched between cooling her head, and helping her drink some water, sometimes just holding her hand and telling her that everything was going to be fine. To take her mind off the pain, she’d asked you to tell her about how you and Daryl met, all those years ago long before the dead began to walk.

“I’m glad Daryl’s not here right now, because he always tells the story differently than I do. Well, how I remember it, he and his dick brother used to come to a small convenience store near their trailer park. That’s where I worked. I was around… nineteen at the time? Almost twenty. I was just working a couple jobs on the side to pay off my growing student debt. Daryl was twenty-three, almost twenty-four. Merle tried to cozy up to me—and I didn’t have any of that. I told him to fuck right off. And later that night, just as I was to close up, Daryl came by and apologized on his brother’s behalf. He was real sweet, so I—”

“What the bitch?” barked Abraham from the driver’s seat, effectively cutting your story short and rolling the RV to a grueling halt.

“What?” asked Rick, standing up to look out the window. You followed suit, eyes widening upon the sight.

More than half a dozen Saviors blocking the road with three of their cars—and all of them holding large guns. A lump formed in your throat, and you cast your worried gaze to Rick.

“We goin’ through?” asked Abraham, jaw set.

Rick gnashed his jaw together in thought. “No,” he said. “We’ll talk to them. C’mon. Y/N, you stay here, watch over Maggie.”

Teeth worrying into your bottom lip, you nodded, stepping to the side to let the rest of them file out of the RV, their own loaded guns at the ready.

From inside, you couldn’t hear what the Saviors were saying, but from the smug expression of the one in the center with a hideous pornstache, you knew it couldn’t be anything pleasant for your group.

Three minutes later, they came back in, all looking a bit disgruntled. Rick, most of all.

“What’s going on?” you asked Carl, placing a hand on his forearm.

The young man that you were so fond of grimaced, shaking his head and lowering his voice to a whisper so that Maggie couldn’t overhear. “They won’t let us through. Want half our stuff.”

Your breath hitched. At this rate, you didn’t know how long Maggie could last without the proper care and medicine. And Alexandria was running low on supplies as it is—taking away half of everything would put the community in a pretty dire situation.

“Alright, thanks kid,” you told him, trying your absolute best not to cry from frustration, your nose burning with the effort.

The truck began to pull further away from the Saviors, until they were only but little dots against the horizon.

“Logrun Road’s a straight shot,” said Eugene, repeatedly tapping his finger against the map spread out across the RV’s pull-out table.

Next to you, Sasha shook her head. “We want visibility.”

You pursed your lips, craning your neck to scan the small, faded texts of the map. “Can we go down Shelton?”

Eugene hummed in agreement, drawling out in his thick Southern accent, “Golf course, country clubs, sloping terrain—no bum rush from the bogeymen. We’d see ‘em from a good piece. It is a longer trip by a third but we’d get the scenic safety of clear-cut dingles and glens.”

Both you and Sasha stared at him blankly.

“You’re being serious, right?” asked Sasha.

“As coronary thrombosis,” replied the man across from you, stony-faced. Besides, Eugene was never one to joke around.

Sasha rounded her gaze to you expectantly, waiting for you to explain in normal terms. “He’s serious,” you said. “It’s a longer route, but it’ll be well-sheltered and hopefully keep us hidden from the Saviors. I’ll try to keep Maggie steady until then.”

The two nodded at you, and you pushed away from the table, heading further back into the RV where Maggie and Rick were. She was pale and clammy, but still had enough energy to talk to you, so you took that as a good sign.

Not even ten minutes later, while you were taking measurements of her blood pressure and body temperature, the vehicle came to another rumbling halt.

“Bitch nuts,” cursed Abraham, loudly for both you and Rick to hear.

The Saviors were blocking the road. Again.

You could feel panic seize about your chest, constricting your lungs. The situation wasn’t looking good for Maggie, not one bit—but you couldn’t give up hope. Not now, when she needed you the most. You blew out a shaky breath, absentmindedly wishing Daryl was here with you to give you some comfort of mind.

“We making our stand?” asked Sasha, staring out of the window, where more than a dozen saviors were lined up.

Carl, ever the fiery one, spat out, “Yeah. We end this.”

The blue of his father’s eyes flashed dangerously. “No. Not now. It’s too dangerous for Maggie. They’ve been waiting—they’re ready. We ain’t. With one of us behind the wheel, and Y/N with Maggie, that’d be five on sixteen. We’re gonna play it our way. How we want it.”

Reluctant, Carl nodded.

Slowly, the RV started backing away. Three successive, warning gunshots were fired into the air. You could feel a sick, twisted rage curl up within your stomach.

If Maggie died on your watch—her blood would be on the hands of the Saviors.

You fumbled for another map pinned up on the cork board, eyes roaming over the roads, desperate for another available route. Could they possibly have you surrounded? No—the woods were vast, and the roads were winding—there were so many paths left to take to Hilltop. The Saviors simply wouldn’t have the numbers to stop you.

Wouldn’t they?

The RV came to another stop. This time, there were no Saviors blocking the road, but instead, a line of chained-up walkers. Not wanting to risk damaging the RV by driving through them, the rest of the group filed out to check if the coast was clear. You told Maggie you’d be right back, before hopping out of the RV, lingering by the doorway to narrow your gaze at the restrained walkers.

“That’s Michonne’s,” breathed out Carl, his single eye widening. A lock of her hair was stapled against the center walker’s forehead.

Horror, as black as tar itself, seeped into your chest when you glanced over to the next snarling form, just to see two of Daryl’s arrows embedded into its decaying stomach. Daryl always retrieved his arrows. Which meant… something had happened to him.

“That’s Daryl’s,” you said, loud enough for Rick to hear. “Oh, no, Rick… they did this on purpose. They knew we were coming this way—!”

Just as Rick was about to cleave his axe into the walker’s skull, ricocheting gunfire crackled into the ground, making the dried leaves flutter up with the sudden force, plumes of dust and smoke flying with each bullet.

“Get back to the RV! Go!” yelled Rick. You scrambled up the steps and ran to a concerned Maggie, trembling as you carefully hovered over her, in case any bullets pierced through the walls and accidentally hit her. Carl and Sasha began shooting blindly into the woods, having not a clue where all the shots were coming from. Rick surged forward and thrust his axe down onto one of the walker’s rotting arms, effectively leaving a gap open for the RV to drive through.

The rest of the group rushed inside, and Abraham practically threw himself into the driver’s seat to get the RV moving.

The shots died away after a few minutes. With shallow, inconsistent breaths, you slid off of Maggie, slumping down beside her. She croaked out a question, but it fell upon deaf ears, ringing with static and white noise. A warm tear fell from your burning eyes, and you quickly brushed it away with the back of your palm.

Something happened to Daryl. And it was killing you that you couldn’t help him. That you didn’t even know where he was.

You looked out the window through a watery film of tears, watching the yellow-green fields pass by in a blur. A quick glance at the lowering sun told you that the group was going to lose daylight soon enough, as well.

A strange, creaking noise was coming from below the RV.

“What’s that sound?” said Sasha, worried.

“Undercarriage could’ve caught a bullet,” replied Eugene. “Could be transmission. Could be nothing.”

Agitated, Rick growled out, “They were firing at our feet. They blocked the road, but they weren’t trying to stop us.”

“They want us in this direction,” you murmured, making his wild gaze swivel to you. You gestured to the map. “Rick, they know we’re coming. They know we wanna go North.”

“Meadows would take us East a piece,” said Eugene, “but we can get back on track on Mayhew.”

It would take too long, you thought. Maggie doesn’t have the strength to carry on anymore.

Shaking her head, Sasha said, “We’re down to a third of a tank—we could top off at the next stop, but it’s risky. We can’t have any refills after that.”

A low moan fell from Maggie’s pale lips as a wave of pain washed over her, moving in and out of a hazy unconsciousness. You were quick to check her temperature, blanching at the fact that she was nearly scalding to the touch. You quickly placed the damp cloth to her skin again, trying your best to keep her temperature down.

“Rick, she’s burning up,” you told him, voice thick with worry.

It was then that the RV came to another stop.

This time, there were more saviors—around three dozen, maybe even four.

“Go back,” said Rick, eyes wide and stress evidently painted across his strained features.

Abraham squared his jaw. “We have nowhere to go back to.”

With a shaky breath, you stroked Maggie’s head, your heart shattering into millions of pieces. “I’m sorry, Maggie,” you said, a sob bubbling in your throat. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry—I wish I could do something, I’m sorry.”

Disoriented and not having heard a word of your apologetic babbling, Maggie croaked out, “Are we there yet?”

More tears slipped down your cheeks. Rick was by your side, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on Maggie’s arm. You stifled your sobs with your palm, and Rick replied in your stead.

“Yeah, Maggie. We’re—we’re getting there.”

The woman’s eyelids fluttered lethargically. “Were there… I heard shots.”

Rick’s expression softened. “Yeah, the Saviors—they’re gone now. We’re gonna get you there.”

A ghost of a smile tilted the corner of Maggie’s lips up. “I know.”

“You’ll be okay,” you told her, sniffling. “The baby’s going to be okay. This isn’t the end.”

“There’s more,” agreed Rick. “There’s gonna be more, I promise.”

A beat of silence.

“I believe in you, Rick,” she hoarsely said. Maggie’s gaze slowly moved from Rick to you. “In both of you.”

Maggie was asleep again. You made sure to give her plenty of water and what was left of the antibiotics you had saved—but that was the very last bit of supply you had. There was little else you could do for her other than getting her to Hilltop for the proper medicine and treatment she needed.

“So what’s the play?” asked Abraham. “They’ve cut us off every turn we made.”

“She needs medicine,” said Rick, desperation lacing each word. “She’ll die without it.”

“We only have two plausible routes North from here. They’ve cornered us,” Sasha whispered, gaze trained on the map.

Hopelessness laid uneasy on all of your shoulders.

“They’re probably waiting for us right now,” said Aaron.

Eugene gritted his teeth. “So, they’re ahead of us. Heck, probably even behind us. But they’re not waiting on us, per se—they’re waitin’ on this rust bucket. They don’t know the moment-to-moment occupancy of said rust bucket. And the sun sets soon.”

“We need to leave now if we want Maggie to make it to Hilltop,” you said, voice trembling with a myriad of guilt, anger, and frustration. “We carry Maggie, and we go on foot. Through the woods. They can’t block us there.”

Eugene took the RV in hopes of tricking the Saviors. Everybody else in the group set off into the woods, taking turns carrying Maggie on the makeshift stretcher, bundled under two layers of blankets. The sun had long set, and the whispering winds were cold this time of year.

“Just let me walk it,” she rasped, voice scratchy and throat dry.

“No,” you were quick to reply. “You’re in no condition to walk right now, Maggie. It’s only a few more miles. Just rest up a bit more, okay?”

Though she didn’t look happy, Maggie didn’t protest any further, letting her tired eyes slip shut once more.

After a couple more minutes, Aaron stepped in to carry one end of the stretcher for you, telling you that you also needed to rest your arms for a second. With a grateful nod, you reluctantly let go, falling into stride with Carl.

“Are you okay?” the young man asked, his hand brushing yours, his nonverbal way of saying that he was here for you if you needed him. “I’m sure Daryl and Michonne are fine. They’re fighters. Maggie’s going to be fine, too.”

You sent him a fond, but tired smile. “Yeah, I hope so, kiddo,” you told him, cuffing his shoulder affectionately. The thought of Daryl out there, probably worried sick for you as well, made your stomach twist into knots. “I really hope so.”

It was at that moment, a shrill whistle sounded out from the darkness of the forest. The group halted in their tracks. One by one, more whistles were added to the ear-splitting melody. It sounded like there were dozens, if not a hundred voices surrounding you.

“Go!” yelled Rick. “Go!”

The rest of you broke out in a sprint, and you grabbed Carl’s hand, winding around tree trunks and hopping over overgrown roots, ignoring the stinging scrapes of twisting branches against your face.

The whistling only continued, growing louder, louder, louder—

Until you came face to face with the source itself.

Car lights suddenly flashed open, momentarily blinding you. You drew Carl closer to you, instinctively protecting him, but it was no use. They had your group surrounded. Saviors, hundreds of them, gathered around you with leering expressions. All of them were clutching guns.

Raw fear curled around your lungs when you saw Eugene on his knees not too far from you, tears dripping down his face.

Rick looked destroyed. Devastated.

You were shaking so hard that your knees began to buckle beneath you.

Finally, the whistling began to dwindle away.

From the crowd, stepped out a familiar face—the man with a hideous pornstache that stopped the RV on the initial route.

“Good,” he called out. He swept his arms out in a faux inviting gesture. “You made it. Welcome to where you’re going—because you ain’t goin’ anywhere ‘til we’re done with you. We’ll take your weapons.”

When he pointed a gun straight at Maggie, you immediately did as he said, pulling out the pistol wedged in your belt. There was a knife inside your boot, but you weren’t too keen on giving that up yet. You tossed your pistol on the ground just as Abraham threw down his rifle. The rest of the group followed suit.

Trembling, Rick spat out, “We can talk about this—”

“We’re done talking,” interrupted Pornstache. “Okay. Get her down, and let’s get you all on your knees. Lots to cover.”

“She can’t,” you snarled, stepping in front of Maggie protectively. “She’s sick, she can’t—”

“Oh, she’ll be far worse than just sick if you don’t get her on her knees,” the man easily rebutted, eyes roaming over your protective form.

Lips trembling, you turned around, and with Abraham on her other side, you helped Maggie limp off the stretcher and gently set her down on her knees. Your eyes glistened and warbled with unshed tears. Maggie could only shake her head, as if telling you that it wasn’t your fault.

Terrified, Rick glanced around at the rest of the group. He’d failed you. All of you.

“Gonna need you on your knees, sweetheart,” said Pornstache, slowly dragging the end of his gun up your cheek with a salacious grin.

With a withering glare, you sank down beside Maggie, Rick on your left side, breathing haggard and lips quaking. Sasha and Abraham followed suit. Carl was the last, fists clenched by his sides.

“Dwight!” whistled Pornstache. “Chop chop! Bring out the others!”

A blonde man with half of his face horribly marred by what looked to be a severe burn injury, stepped forward, yanking open the back of a truck.

And, to your horror, he dragged out your boyfriend, covered in blood—blood that you could only pray wasn’t his, even though you knew deep down that that was only wishful thinking. Following Daryl was Michonne, Rosita, and Glenn, equally distraught.

Daryl caught your eye for a brief second, pure terror within his irises. He looked over you to make sure that you were alright, and you did the same with him, a tear slipping down your cheek.

I love you, you mouthed to him. He dipped his head once in understanding, before forcing his gaze away, not wanting to give the Saviors anymore reason to torture either of you.

“Maggie…?” Glenn painfully rasped once he caught sight of his wife in such a state. He tried to make his way to her, but the Saviors grabbed his arms and forced him down, guns digging harshly into his back.

“Alright!” exclaimed Pornstache. “We got a full boat! Let’s meet the man, eh?”

He knocked twice on the door to the RV you were in not even an hour ago.

The door slowly swung open, squeaking on its hinges.

And out strode a tall man clad in a leather jacket, a bat covered in barbed wire hanging off his shoulder. He took his sweet time making his way towards the group, feet languidly dragging along the gravelly dirt, and a smirk accentuating his smug expression.

“Pissing our pants yet?” he drawled, voice tapering into a light chuckle as he stepped out into the light, smiling down at your group on your knees. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re gettin’ close. Mm, yeah—it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Now which one of you pricks is the leader?”

Pornstache pointed at Rick. “It’s this one here.”

The man with the bat grinned wider, before stepping right in front of Rick, who craned his neck to glare up at him. “Hi there. You’re Rick, right? I’m Negan. And I do not appreciate you killin’ my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people… you killed more of my people. Not cool, man. Not cool. You have… no fuckin’ idea how not cool that shit is. But I think you’re gonna be up to speed shortly. Mmh, yeah. You are so gonna regret crossin’ me in a few minutes. Yes, you are.” A dangerous, wolfish grin flashed across Negan’s face. “You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what—you don’t mess with the new world order. And the new world order is really very simple. So, even if you’re stupid, which you may very well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes—pay attention.”

He lowered his bat off his shoulder and slotted the barbed end right below Rick’s chin. You held in your breath, your entire body wracking with tremors. Though you knew you needed to stop, you couldn’t help but chance glances at Daryl every so often, your concern for him rapidly growing. Some of that was his blood, it had to be—his eyes were sunken with exhaust and his chest, the very chest you would fall asleep on every night, was rising and falling unevenly, making you believe he was hurt, but you just couldn’t see what was hurting him.

“Give me your shit… or I will kill you. See? Simple as that.” Negan pulled the bat away from Rick, and began walking around the group as he spoke. “Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow. But swallow it, you most certainly will! You ruled the roost. You built something, Rick. You thought you were safe, I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged—more pegged if you don’t do what I want. And what I want is half your shit. If that’s too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it’ll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door… you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us? And we will knock it down. You understand?”

Rick swallowed heavily. Narrowing his keen eyes, Negan cupped his ear and leaned down closer to the kneeling man.

“What? No answer? You don’t really think that you were going to get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don’t want to kill you people. I just wanna make that clear from the get go. I want you to work for me—and you can’t do that if you’re dead, now, can you? I’m not growin’ a garden. But you killed my people—a whole damn lot of ‘em! More than I’m comfortable with, honestly. And for that… for that you’re gonna pay.”

Your hands curled into fists on your knees. You knew what was coming. And you’d be damned if you were going to let it happen.

“So, now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you.” Negan inhaled sharply, as if he enjoyed prolonging the torture. He bent down once more, showing off the barbed bat. “This right here—this is Lucille. And she is awesome. All this… all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor!”

Negan stopped in front of Abraham, who straightened and glared defiantly at the smirking man. In thought, Negan subconsciously rubbed his bearded jaw with one hand at the sight of Abraham’s own mustache. “Huh. I gotta shave this shit.”

On he strolled, before halting in front of Carl. “You had one of our guns. Hm. You got a lot of our guns.” Carl only scowled at the man. “Shit, kid. Lighten up. At least cry a little.”

Chuckling, Negan moved on.

You could feel one of your eyes twitch when you saw his shoes stop right in front of you. His bat was beneath your chin in an instant, forcing you to look up. The sharp metal on the bat painfully scratched against your jaw, and fresh tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

“My, my, you’re a pretty thing, aren’t you? What’s your name, darlin’?”

Hatred simmered within your chest, but you forced your expression to remain indifferent.

You quietly told him your name, wincing when his bat dug deeper into your neck and he ordered you to say it louder. You repeated yourself, voice cracking. A single tear meandered down your cheek and slid down your chin, dripping onto Lucille.

Negan hummed, nodding in satisfaction. “Now that’s what I want to see, folks! A little emotion around here—Y/N’s got the gist of it!”

“Kill me,” you gritted out, making the rest of the group’s eyes widen. You could feel Rick’s stare burning holes straight through you, but you refused to meet his gaze, staring straight up at Negan. “You can kill me. Just don’t hurt them. Let them go. Maggie, on my right, she’s real sick and she needs medicine—if she doesn’t get the proper treatment soon, she’ll… she’ll…”

The man in front of you barked out an amused laugh. “She’ll what?”

“She’ll die,” you snarled. “So kill me. Get it over with—and let them go.”

And for a split second, you let your eyes return to Daryl, one last time. He wouldn’t look at you—he couldn’t—terrified that Negan would bring that bat down on your head if he noticed.

But it was all futile. He noticed anyway.

He followed your gaze over to Daryl, lowering his bat to gesture between the two of you.

“Ah… you two are a thing, ain’t ya? Damn. And here I thought you were available for takin’, sugar.” Negan tossed his head back and chuckled with mild disappointment. “God, look at you bein’ all heroic, offering yourself up for the chopping block! No, no, darlin’, this ain’t a game of who gets to be a martyr and save their friends. You don’t decide what’s happening here. I do. You think I don’t know you’re the doctor of the group? My people have been reporting to me—they know you’ve been the one taking care of Little Miss Sickly over there. No… you’re far too valuable for me to kill. We need more people like you, darlin’. Plus, I wouldn’t want to bash in your pretty little face, now, would I?”

With a hum, Negan stepped away from you, fixing his gaze upon Maggie.

“Jesus. You look shitty. I should just put you out of your misery right now—!”

“NO!” screamed Glenn, scrambling onto his feet and lunging at Negan. Before he could even begin to make contact, Dwight grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, threateningly shoving Daryl’s crossbow into his face.

Maggie cried out—both from a fresh wave of pain seeping through her bones, and from the sight of her husband being dragged back to his spot like a ragdoll.

Huffing out a sigh, Negan grunted out, “Nope. Nope, nope, get him back in line.”

Glenn screamed, choking back a sob. “No… don’t. Don’t!”

Negan could only smile. “Alright, alright, listen. Don’t any of you do that again—I will shut that shit down, no exceptions! First one’s free—it’s an emotional moment. I get it. Mmh. Sucks, don’t it? The moment you realize you don’t know shit.”

Rick trembled violently beside you. Tilting his head, Negan glanced between him and Carl, realization dawning upon him when he noticed the physical similarities between the two.

“This is your kid, right? Ohoho, that is definitely your kid!”

“JUST STOP THIS!” yelled Rick, so sudden that it made you flinch.

Equivalent in volume, Negan bellowed back, “HEY! Do not make me kill your little future serial killer! Don’t make it easy on me! I gotta pick somebody—everybody’s at the table waitin’ for me to order, hm?”

The man whistled out a shrill tune, one that sent a shiver dance down your spine.

“I simply cannot decide. But I got an idea.” With that, he pointed the bat at Rick. “Eenie.”

He moved to you, before narrowing his eyes, and skipped over to Maggie. “Meenie.”

Abraham. “Minie.”

Michonne. “Mo.”

Glenn. “Catch.”

Daryl. “A tiger.”

Rosita. “By.”

Eugene. “His toe.”

Sasha. “If.”

Aaron. “He hollers.”

Carl. “Let him go.”

And so on he went.

My mother told me to pick the very best one. And you… are… it.

Your heart dropped when the end of his bat stopped in front of Abraham.

No. No… no… no…

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we’ll start! You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doin’ that!”

And with that, he swung the bat back and brought it clean down on Abraham’s head.

Screams erupted from around you. You could feel your vision blur over with your tears, and you closed your eyes shut, not wanting to see such a gruesome sight, curling in on yourself as you listened to the repeated, sickening squelch of Negan’s bat repeatedly hitting your dear friend. Negan gloated and laughed and jeered. You cried and sobbed and flinched with every strike.

His blood—Abraham’s blood—splattered on your face. You could feel it.

Warm, moist, and thick. Dripping down your cheek.

“You guys… look at my dirty girl!” proclaimed Negan, jutting out the bloody bat for all to witness. The monster of a man tilted his head at Rosita, whose eyes were horrified and bloodshot, dripping with fat tears. “Sweetheart… lay your eyes on this!”

When Rosita began to cry harder, Negan hummed. “Oh, damn. Were you… were you guys together? That sucks. If you were, you should know—there was a reason for all this. Red—and damn if that isn’t a good name for him—he just took one, or six, or seven for the team! So take… a damn… look.”

Rosita refused to move her gaze from Abraham’s mutilated corpse.

And, much to your horror, Daryl growled out as he surged forward on his feet, landing a clean punch against Negan’s jaw. You screamed out his name when three Saviors grabbed him and beat him back onto the ground, pinning him tightly against the gravel. A sob wracked through your frame and you could feel your stomach twist into itself. Daryl was still struggling against them, clutching his side as he panted out.

“No!” yelled Negan, clearly furious. “Oh, no. That—is a big no-no. The whole thing—not one fucking bit of that shit flies here!”

Terror clutched at your palpitating heart when Negan shoved Lucille right up into Daryl’s face, smearing Abraham’s blood all over him.

Dwight strode up and pointed Daryl’s own crossbow against the back of your boyfriend’s head. A sob fell from your lips. You couldn’t watch this—you just couldn’t.

“Daryl,” you cried out, hiccupping through your words. “Negan… no. No, please, don’t! I’ll do anything, please! Not him. Please, not him!”

Amused at your pleading, Negan casted a sidelong glance to you, before grabbing at Daryl’s hair and pulling him upright. “See what you did there, Buckaroo? You got your little partner all upset! Look, they’re crying their eyes out, worried for you.” Negan got back up on his feet. “Get him back in line,” he barked, though his eyes were trained on you.

And in two quick strides, he was back in front of you, gripping your face tightly between his gloved hand. “Look at you, darlin’, all covered in blood. Would it be weird if I say it makes my dick hard as fuck?” You scowled, trying your best to pull your face away from his uncomfortably rough grip. “Ah, ah, ah, sweetheart—your boyfriend here didn’t listen to me earlier. I said the first one was free, didn’t I? And what does that mean? Second one’s got a price, hm? I said I’d shut that shit down—no exceptions. I don’t know what kind of lyin’ assholes y’all have been dealing with… but I’m a man of my word. First impressions are important! I need you all to know me. Know that I’m not joking around with this shit. Now, if you weren’t a doctor and you weren’t so fuckin’ hot—I would’ve bashed your head to pieces without battin’ an eye! But, lookie here, I’m faced with another dilemma. I need to kill another one of you to get my point across.”

A wail bubbled up in your throat and you began to claw at Negan’s fingers now painfully squeezing your jaw. “No… please, please… don’t, please—!”

“And I want you, darlin’, to pick which one of your little friends I kill.”

“No!” you spat, breathing shallow and panicked. “Me—just kill me, Negan—you don’t have to hurt anyone else, please, please, let them go, you—”

Getting irritated with you, Negan shook your face until you stopped blubbering. “You’re not listenin’ to me. Pick. Someone. Not you, and not your little boyfriend. I want him to live with the fact that one of his friends died because of him. Pick someone. Anyone, sweetheart. You’ll be doin’ em a favor, honestly. They get to save the rest of you from a miserable death! Now, doesn’t that sound appealing?”

A beat of silence. Negan stared you down, and you glared right back.

“Eat my shit,” you snarled out.

Narrowing his eyes, Negan finally relinquished his hold on you. You gasped for breath, chest heaving, stabilizing yourself with your hands on your thighs. “Goddamn, you’re feisty! Might have to keep you around after this—holy fuckin’ shit. Mmh, alright… fine, then. Since you won’t pick—I’ll just have to kill your precious patient’s boyfriend, hm?”

Before any of you could react, Negan spun on his heel and arced his bat through the air, right onto Glenn’s head. Again, and again, and again.

A piercing scream echoed across the forest. Maggie’s scream.

Your mouth dropped open as a silent cry scratched down the sides of your throat.

Glenn was still alive, somehow, after all those bashes. Blood caked his entire skull and part of his head was caved in—to your nauseating horror, one of his eyes had come out of its socket.

“Buddy, you still there?” exclaimed Negan in astonishment, bending down to inspect his handiwork. “I just don’t know… seems to me like you’re tryin’ to say something! But you just took a hell of a hit! I just cracked your skull so hard, your eyeball popped right out! And it is gross as shit!”

After all that, Glenn managed to slur out, “Maggie… I’ll find you.”

Sobs rang throughout the clearing. The rest of the group cried tears for Glenn—without him, all of you would’ve been dead three times over.

“Awh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys,” said Negan. “I’m sorry. I truly am. But I did say… no exceptions!”

With that, he brought down his bat again. Over, and over, and over.

Maggie cried so hard her voice started to give out.

Daryl, your beloved Daryl, flinched with every stroke of the bat, his eyes red and puffy with tears. You could see it already—the guilt behind his gaze. He thought it was his fault Glenn was killed.

You shut your eyes again.

“Lucille is thirsty! She’s a vampire bat!” proudly declared Negan, as he swung one final hit on Glenn’s long-dead body. “What? Was the joke that bad? Tough crowd, huh?”

“I’m gonna kill you,” whispered Rick once Negan was done. Rick had blood splattered all over his face, as well. Abraham’s blood. Glenn’s blood.

Negan squatted down beside him, tilting his head. His bat was dangerously close to you. “What? I didn’t quite catch that, Rick. You’re gonna have to speak up.”

Squaring his jaw, Rick drew in a sharp inhale. “Not today… not tomorrow… but I’m gonna kill you.”

Negan sucked at his teeth. “Jesus,” he softly said. “Simon. What did he have? A knife?”

Pornstache raised his brows. “He had a hatchet. An axe.”

Snorting, Negan shook his head. “Simon’s my right-hand man. Having one of those is important. I mean, what do you have left without ‘em? A whole lot of work. You have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing? Oh… or did I…”

The man waved the bloodied bat in front of Rick’s face, taunting him.

“Sure, yeah. Give me his axe.” Pornstache handed Negan the small weapon and Negan smugly slid it into his belt. Suddenly, Negan grabbed the back of Rick’s jacket and yanked him up, practically dragging him by the scruff towards the RV. Your breath hitched, wanting to stop him, but all the guns trained on the backs of your friends made you freeze. All you could do was lower your head and stave away your raucous sobs.

“I’ll be right back, folks! Maybe Rick will be with me! And if not… well, we can just turn these people inside out, won’t we? I mean… the ones that are left!”

They were gone for hours.

During those hours, part of you wanted to go to Maggie, comfort her, check if both she and the baby were alright. No doubt she was in a tremendous amount of both emotional and physical pain. The other part of you wanted to go to Daryl, curl up in the safety of his arms and cry into his chest.

But you couldn’t do either. Not with the Saviors pointing the barrels of their rifles to the back of your skulls.

The sun was already beginning to rise, tinting the sky a sweet, soft shade of blue. A stark juxtaposition to the dark red blood steadily drying on the rocky ground.

When Rick got back, Negan ruthlessly threw him down in front of the group. He looked exhausted. More than that—he looked dead inside. The light behind his eyes was gone.

“Do you know what that little trip was about?” asked Negan.

Rick looked around wildly, as if making sure that everyone else was alright.

“Speak when you’re spoken to,” Negan hissed.

Begrudgingly, Rick bowed his head. “Okay… okay.”

Negan wolfishly grinned, though there was a dark glimmer to his irises that you misliked. “That trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you’re still lookin’ at me the same damn way. Like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that’s not gonna work!” Once again, Negan squatted down beside Rick, that smug expression still plastered across the man’s coarse features. “So… do I give you another chance?”

After a moment’s pause, Rick hacked out, “Yeah. Yes.”

Satisfied, Negan clapped Rick on the back, before getting back up onto his feet. “Alright! Here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone’s last crap day… or just another crap day. Get some more guns to the back of their heads. Level with their noses, so if you have to fire… it’ll be a real fuckin’ mess.”

You could feel cold metal graze the very top of your temple.

“Kid, come here,” said Negan, making your heart plummet to your stomach. Rick’s expression shifted to one of pure dread.

Carl didn’t move.

“Kid… now.”

With cautious movements, Carl stood up in front of the taller man.

“You a southpaw?” asked Negan while he unbuckled his belt, pulling it out of its loops.

“Am I a what?”

“A lefty,” clarified Negan.

Carl scowled. “No.”

“Good,” retorted Negan, before grabbing Carl’s left arm and tying the belt around his bicep. “That hurt?”

Gritting his teeth, Carl bit out a negative.

“It should. It’s supposed to.” Negan smirked, knocking Carl’s cowboy hat off his head. “Alright, get down on the ground next to daddy, kid. Spread them wings!”

Slowly, Carl lowered himself down beside Rick, his cheek pressed flat against the dusty gravel.

“Simon, you got a pen?”

Pornstache nodded, brandishing a marker from his pocket and tossing it over to Negan. The man uncapped the black pen with his teeth, flashing you a wink and spitting out the cap somewhere to the side. He kneeled down by Carl to draw a straight line just below the junction of his elbow.

“Sorry, kid,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “This is gonna be as cold as a warlock’s dick, as if he were hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across your forearm! Gives you a little leverage, don’t it?”

Stammering, Rick muttered out, “Please… please don’t. Please don’t.”

Negan tilted his head, lightly chuckling. “Me? Oh, I ain’t doin’ shit. Rick… I want you to take your axe and cut your son’s left arm off—right on that line! Now, I know you gotta process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though—I’m gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then your kid dies. Then the people back home die. Then you… eventually. I’d keep you breathing for a few years just so you could stew on it!”

“You… you don’t have to do this,” pleaded Michonne. It was the first time she’d spoken since she got out of the truck. Seeing Carl splayed out in front of her, practically her son, made something inside her snap. “We understand. We get it, we—”

“You might understand! I’m not so sure Rick here does. I’m gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it’s gonna have to be like a salami slice. You remember those, right? Nothin’ messy. I want a clean, forty-five degree cut. Give us somethin’ to fold over. You got Y/N right there to fix him up nice and good. The kid’ll be just fine. Probably.”

Rick was just about losing his mind, rocking back and forth, murmuring incoherently beneath his breath. Sweat dripped down his bloodied face, his hair, mixing with the salty tears leaking from his crazed eyes.

“Rick. This needs to happen now. Chop, chop. Before I crush the little fella’s skull myself.”

Swallowing down his sobs, Rick choked, “It can—it can… it can be me. It can be me. Wh… you… you could do it to me. I c-can go with—with you.”

Negan smiled at his desperation. “No. This is the only way. Pick up the axe, Rick. Not making a decision is a big decision, let me tell you that. You really wanna see all these people die? Because you will—if you don’t PICK UP THE FUCKING AXE!”

Rick began sobbing uncontrollably.

“Oh, my God,” said Negan, pulling at his face wearily. “You gonna make me count? Okay, Rick—you win. I’ll start counting. Three!”

“PLEASE!” screamed Rick. “IT CAN BE ME. PLEASE!”

“Two!” Negan kneeled down and slapped a sobbing Rick across the face, before grabbing his cheeks, not unlike he did with you hours before. “This is it, Rick. Make a decision. One!”

With a gut wrenching scream, Rick’s trembling fingers curled around the handle of his axe.

“Dad…” whispered Carl. A tear slipped down your cheek as the events unfolded in front of you. “Just do it.”

Rick cocked his arm back, seconds away from bringing it down to cleave Carl’s hand off.

But Negan grabbed Rick’s wrist at the very last second, stopping him.

The man smirked, pleased with himself. “You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?”

Frantically, Rick nodded his head.

“SPEAK WHEN YOU’RE SPOKEN TO! You answer to me. You provide for me!”

“I’ll provide for you!” cried Rick.

“You belong to me! Right?” hollered Negan.

Hiccuping a sob, Rick bobbed his head. “Right.”

“Now that… that is the look I wanted to see.” Negan grabbed Rick’s axe from him and stepped away. “We did it. All of us, together. Even the dead guys on the ground! Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure! Today was a productive damn day! Now, I hope for all your sake… that you get it now. That you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you before… that is over now.”

Negan clapped his hands together, sighing out in relief.

And strangely, you were slightly relieved, as well. Maybe he was done. He wasn’t going to kill any more of you. This was all over for now.

Right?

“Dwight,” said Negan. “Load him up.”

To your shock, Negan pointed Lucille straight at Daryl.

“See, he’s got guts. Not a little bitch like someone I know,” Negan told Rick. “I like him. He’s mine now. You still wanna try something? Not today, not tomorrow? I will cut pieces off of… what’s his name?”

“Daryl,” said Pornstache.

“Wow. That actually sounds just about right. I will cut pieces off of Daryl and put them on your doorstep! Or, better yet, I will bring him to you and have you do it for me.”

“No…” you croaked out, when Dwight grabbed your boyfriend and dragged him back to the truck as if he were a wild animal, crossbow pointed at his chest. Maggie sobbed from beside you. “No, Daryl… please, no, don’t—please don’t take him from me!” you cried. “Please, I need him… Daryl!”

Negan smiled down at you. “Mmh. Alrighty, then. I’ll take you, too. Come on.”

A gasp lodged in your throat when he suddenly grabbed your arm and yanked you upwards.

“No, wait, I’m the only doctor they have, they need—Maggie needs m—!”

“I don’t give a rat’s flying blue ass,” growled Negan, shoving you in the direction of the truck, where Daryl watched you with wide, scared eyes. You craned your neck around to look at Rick and Maggie and the rest of the group—your family—one last time, unsure of when, if ever, you’d see them again. “You’re mine now. Got a whole lot of shit you can do for me, that’s for sure, darlin’. Load ‘em up!”

One of the Saviors pushed you into the truck just as Negan yelled out, “Welcome to a brand new beginning, you sorry shits! I’ll leave you a truck. Keep it—use it to cart all the crap you’re gonna find me. We’ll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then… ta-fuckin’-ta.”

You collapsed straight into Daryl once you were inside, thundering sobs spilling from your lungs. He wrapped his burly arms around you, smelling of dirt and blood and motor oil. No words needed to be said. No words could be said.

The both of you had lost so much today.

And now… you’d lost your freedom, as well.

Daryl began crying into your shoulder, and you could only hold him all the tighter.

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thebisexualdogdad · 10 months

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Summer road trip with the batfam (batfam x GN!reader)

● so Bruce rented an RV for the batfam to go on a three month coast to coast road trip

● no crime fighting, just family time

● with you, Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, Barbara, Duke, Cass, Stephanie and of course Haley and Ace it was a bit of a tight squeeze

● Alfred was back at home taking a much needed work free staycation

● Kate was also invited but she refused to be stuck in an RV with ten other people all summer, she and Alfred are happy having breakfast together once a week

● Bruce drives the entire time with Damian as his navigator

● mostly because Damian and Jason would kill each other if they weren't separated

● Jason has purposely instigated fights with Damian by eating his snacks clearly labeled 'Damian' on them

● and sometimes Jason gets accused when it was actually Cass who took Damians snacks

● Barbara has every kind of first aid or bug repellent you can think of

● you stop to go kayaking and she pulls six different kinds of sunscreen out of her bag

● Cass is the one delegated to documenting the trip

● and she takes her job very seriously

● she never not has her camera in her hands either taking pictures or videos

● Stephanie "no Cass we do not need photos of the gas station bathroom"

● and she has photos of everyone sleeping in weird positions on the rv

● and a video of Jason snoring to prove to him that he does in fact snore

● you all take turns on where you guys sleep

● there's one queen sized bed in the back that fits three and the two couches turn into a bed that fits another three and the rest are in sleeping bags on the floor

● Ace and Haley however always sleep cuddling someone in the nice comfy queen bed

● Tim has researched every single place you guys are stopping at

● Bruce thought it would be fun to just wing it and see what happens

● but Tim would not let that happen, he has the entire trip planned out down to what towns you would need to stop in for gas

● places everyone requested to go that Tim denied

● Bruce: the world's biggest ball of yarn because it's a classic road trip must see

● Dick: the corn palace

● Jason: vegas

● Damian: probably like a sword museum in the middle of nowhere that he somehow knows has an authentic ancient sword the museum thinks is a replica

● Barbara: the mothman museum

● Stephanie: Roswell

● Duke: the first taco bell

● Cass: dinosaur world

● you do stop at multiple national parks

● going hiking and swimming in little lakes with their own waterfalls

● Jason tries to sneak a snake he finds back onto the RV

● Duke "Oh no, absolutely not, get that thing out of here"

● Damian "you afraid of a little old snake Thomas?"

● Duke "that thing is not little, it is a deadly creature and I do not want it anywhere near me!"

● the RV breaks down outside a town in Wyoming with no cell service

● you all argue about who has to walk the five miles into town to get help

● Bruce and Dick are the two that end up having to do it

● when they return Damian has Tim in a headlock and Cass is taking video of it

● the random guy with the tow truck they brought back "uhh are they okay"

● Bruce "Oh yeah this is normal for them"

● you and Stephanie ended up breaking the no crime fighting rule when you went into a convenience store for more snacks and walked right into a robbery in action

● you two kicked their asses with ease, tied them up for the cops and bought your snacks like nothing happened

● Barbara back at the RV "Y/N is that blood on your face?"

● "nope don't worry about it!"

● Dick brings lots of board games to play while on the road

● Tim and Damian go way too hard trying to win which you have to play mediator for before they try to throw each other out the moving RV

● Jason still loses even though he cheats

● and Stephanie pretends not to know the rules just to mess with Tim and Damian

● you also stop at a bunch of campgrounds, telling ghost stories and having s'mores around a fire

● Barbara "has anyone seen Jason?"

● Dick "I'm pretty sure he said something about being excited to finally cross off peeing in the woods off his bucket list"

● Duke "he has the weirdest bucket list"

● a lot of you are big readers so there's books packed everywhere

● Duke "ooh we should have a book club"

● Jason "absolutely not you're lucky I even participate in Grayson's lame board games"

● Damian "for once I actually agree with Todd"

● you guys finally make it to the west coast and you all stumble out of the RV

● Tim "thank God this trip is finally over"

● Bruce "Tim we are only half way, we still have another month of driving back to Gotham"

● Stephanie "I should have stayed home with Alfred"

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saltpixiefibercraft · 3 months

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My haul from Carolina Fiber Fest! My first time going, and it was,,,, interesting to say the least. The parking was a solid Nightmare due to the super large dog show happening next door??? I think there were approximately 300 RVs and campers near this event lol. I'm thankful there was a security dude who helped me "cheat" a parking spot with traffic cones so I could actually unload my wheelchair, otherwise I would have had a hell of a time getting in.

#it was fun though!!!#only one dog tried to murder my service dog and she dodged the attempted bite like a champion #im very excited to play with that 5 braid set i have Plans #carolina fiber fest #fiber festival #fibercraft #wool #spindle spinning

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a-little-unsteddie · 4 months

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stuck in your throat || 2.3

2.1 || 2.2 || [here] || 2.4

in todays part: what did chrissy mean by multiple options? is eddie still gonna be standoffish? we’ll see! :D i hope y’all enjoy this part :)

ignore how uhh unrealistic this is lmao it’s very handwavy about pretty much everything <3

About a week later, just a few days before they were set to leave, Steve and Robin pulled into the address that Chrissy had given them. He was surprised to see that it appeared to be a Universal Home and RV lot. He spotted Chrissy and Eddie standing at the entrance of the building, so pulled up next to the car that was parked near by, having seen Eddie get into it during the in-person ‘interview’.

"Hey, guys!" Chrissy greeted cheerfully. Her warm, summer scent immediately let Steve know she was an omega, which he somehow hadn't known before. He wasn't really surprised, if he was honest.

"Hi Chrissy! Eddie," Steve responded, with a slight nod and shy smile to the alpha.

To his surprise, Eddie smiled warmly and greeted him, “Hey, Steve.”

"And you must be Robin," Chrissy said, reaching a hand out to shake the trembling alpha's.

Steve glanced at Robin to gauge her reaction and grinned at the enamored look she had on her face. He nudged her gently, startling her out of it.

“Oh- um- yes! That’s me! Robin! It is so nice to meet you in person, Chrissy,” Robin reciprocated the handshake. Steve noticed she looked like she was about to go on one of her rambles and decided to spare her the mortification. While Steve, and he doubted anyone else, didn’t mind it, he knew that Robin hated when she couldn’t stop talking.

Steve thought it added to her charm.

Robin thought he was full of shit.

“I can’t help but notice we’re at a dealership,” Steve said, interrupting whatever nonsense was about to cone out of Robin’s mouth. She shot him a grateful look, to which he returned a smile.

“Yes! So, as we discussed, we—Hell’s Fire Records—are responsible for your traveling expenses,” she explained with an easy grin. “The best way to do that, we figured, was to get you your own transportation. And because you two already live together, we figured we could do two birds with one stone and get you guys an RV.”

Steve and Robin stared at the other two in shocked silence, mouths open.

Steve was the first to recover, “You- that’s not- we can’t just accept an entire RV,” he breathed, shaking his head.

Eddie tilted his head with a small grin, “It’s part of the contract you signed.” he explained, “both of you did.” he added with a nod towards Robin.

Steve couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he'd only had Robin give it a once over. She had said everything looked fine. He supposed, this was probably ‘fine’ in her opinion.

“When it said ‘all travel and accommodations expenses paid’, I expected like, gas reimbursement, or paying for hotel rooms,” Steve exclaimed in distress, “not, fuckin’, an entire RV?”

“Oh, that’s also included,” Chrissy cheerfully explained, as if this was normal and not at all insane. Steve let out a noise that was definitely embarrassing for him to have made, but he couldn’t hold it in.

Eddie’s face softened at the sound, “Steve, we want you guys to be comfortable on the road, and you need space to teach Elodie in.”

Robin seemed to snap out of the reverie she had fallen into just then, “I mean,” she started hesitantly, turning to Steve, “they’re not wrong.”

“What?” Steve asked, turning to her in shock.

“I did see something like this in the contract,” she admitted sheepishly, “I just didn’t think that it would be an RV they bought for us. But it makes sense, because you can use part of the RV for a little classroom.”

Steve brought a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose and let out a sigh. He took a deep breath, and tried to calm his racing heart.

“Okay. Alright, fine. I guess,” he huffed, still not exactly happy with the information.

“Great!” Chrissy exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She turned towards the building and signaled to someone, which led to someone immediately appearing by their group.

“Ah, Mr. Harrington and Ms. Buckley, lovely to meet you,” the man said, smiling warmly. “My name is Winston Graves, but you may call me Winston. Ms. Cunningham told us a little about what we’re looking for and I chose three RVs for us to view today..”

Then the man was off, leading the group towards the center of the lot. Steve followed reluctantly and listened intently at the description of each of the RVs that Winston had chosen.

One had a bed on top of the drivers seat and a small bedroom at the back of the RV, with a living and a kitchen space between them, as well as a tiny bathroom between the kitchen and the back bedroom.

The second just had two twin beds in the same room at the back of the RV, and the last one was similar in layout, just a bit bigger in size.

Steve was torn between choosing one of the cheaper options—the last two described—or choosing the option that was better for what he needed to do while traveling, but was more expensive. He and Robin discussed it quietly, just out of ear shot of both Chrissy and Eddie.

“It’s more money, Robs,” he seethed quietly.

“You need enough room for a mini classroom,” Robin hissed back with a frown. “Besides, either way, we don’t owe them anything out of this. They’re buying it for us. It’s basically already paid for.”

Steve crossed his arms with a scowl. “You know I hate taking handouts,” he muttered, pressing his lips together in a thin line.

His family was rich, but even before he had been disowned because of his secondary gender, his family was weird about money. They often would buy him something and then expect something in return. For his sixteenth birthday, his biological father had bought him a car. Then, after, lorded it over him to be taken away if he didn’t do exactly what they wanted.

Not that Steve had been able to keep the car after his presentation. He hadn’t. His father had it towed and then probably sold it after.

To say he didn’t enjoy when people bought things for him was an understatement. He felt he had to prove himself to earn it.

“It’s literally part of the contract. Legally, they have to buy this for us,” Robin reminded gently, trying to control her scent to soothe Steve easier.

Steve’s nostrils flared as he scented her and he let out a sigh, “Fine. I think we should choose the first one.” he grumpily admitted.

Robin grinned, “Was that so hard?” she teased with no heat, leading them back to the others to share their decision.

“I’m glad you chose that one,” Eddie said, giving Steve a significant look, as if he knew exactly how their conversation had gone.

Steve smiled tensely and shrugged helplessly. “I needed to chose what would be best for Elodie,” he claimed. It was true, but that didn’t mean he had to like the decision.

“Alrighty!” Winston said enthusiastically, probably because he was about to make good commission, which Steve couldn’t fault the man for. He couldn’t tell what his designation was, likely due to some business mandated scent blockers, but Steve guessed he was either a beta or an alpha, based on how he held himself. Everyone was led into the building, and while Steve and Robin had to sign papers, Chrissy and Eddie were taking care of the payment. Steve felt a bit sick looking at the amount of money that was being spent and tried to remind himself that it was for Elodie.

Once they were done, Steve and Robin waited for the other two to finish doing the payment. The look on the employees face was pure joy, and while Steve wasn’t sure if he got more commission when someone paid in full, he was sure that it definitely didn’t hurt.

“At least we can bring more stuff now,” Robin said quietly beside him. Steve tore his gaze away from the others and looked at her.

“That’s true,” he hummed, tapping his fingers restlessly against the opposite bicep. “We’ll probably be able to drive it to our apartment so packing is easier.”

“Oh! I didn’t even think about that. Does that mean I get to drive?” Robin asked excitedly. While Steve was the primary driver—when they did drive—Robin had her license.

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’, rolling his eyes afterwards.

“Fuck yeah,” Robin cheered quietly.

“Alright, here are the two sets of keys,” Eddie said, holding his hands out to each of them. Steve startled and gripped his chest with a gasp.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, relaxing as he reached out and grabbed the keys, “you startled me.”

“Just ‘Eddie’, actually,” the alpha teased with a wry grin. Steve’s cheeks turned pink, and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Ha ha,” he said sarcastically with a huff.

The four of them walked out of the dealership together. Someone must have pulled the RV around front while they had filled out the paperwork and paid, as it was parked next to the cars. Steve let himself be a little excited about the prospect of having an RV—it was one of his dream vehicles, even as a pup. He dreamt of having a family he traveled with. His heart sank, but he shook off the feeling, refusing to feel worse about getting the RV than he already felt.

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mermaidgirl30 · 2 months

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✨Just Breathe: The Dinosaur Diaries - Sticky Situation ✨

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A/N: This is my contribution to @undercoverpena April Showers Challenge! This was a really fun write, and I loved exploring an AU that is near and dear to my heart 💙 Please consider reblogging or leaving comments if you like this piece ☺️ I expanded and decided to do a little series, so be on the lookout for more parts to this 🥰

Series Summary: After going under the wings of doctor Miller, the hottest paleontologist you’ve ever seen, he takes you on a little adventure as his research assistant. You’ll get more than just knowledge and dinosaurs, you’ll also end up getting the sweet scientist who can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

Chapter Summary: You find yourself in the middle of a sticky situation in the pouring rain, not to mention a large T-Rex stalks the area you’re in. Joel steps in and saves the day, and he’s the best at calming you down.

Pairing: paleontologist! Joel x fem! reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Tags: Fluff, tension, dinosaurs au, Jurassic Park au, kissing, mentions of smut, paleontologist Joel, protective Joel, cute nicknames

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

Your heart thunders in your chest, lightning crackling through your spine as you lean against the dented RV. Rain pours down like a raging monsoon, raindrops like glass cutting into your skin as you shutter in your drenched sweater. You have no breath, no words in your constricted throat as your eyes stay wide, sheer terror coursing through your veins.

“Don’t move,” Joel whispers as he slips his hand around your wrist, his calloused fingers burning through your skin as the heat of his touch makes you feel a little less like you’re on thin ice.

His movements are slow, steady, composed as he pushes his broad back into your chest, his large frame towering over you as he covers you from view. From the large, starving T-Rex that stands mere inches from your face.

You feel its breath, its slimy drool as it dips its massive head and sniffs for its prey. Which is you. You are the prey, and it’s your own damn fault for going outside when it was dark. You knew it wasn’t safe. You knew. Joel warned you. Why didn’t you just listen?

The dinosaur's leathery skin collides against yours, just barely skimming its scratchy body against the surface of your arm as it lifts its head and lets out the loudest roar you’ve ever heard in your life.

Joel squeezes your hand and presses a little closer as he turns his head carefully and whispers against the shell of your ear. “Stay calm. It’ll go away as long as you're silent. Focus for me, sweetheart. Breathe,” he whispers gently against your skin as you feel his plush lips graze against yours, his pine scent filling your senses as it automatically calms your panicked body.

“Joel,” you whisper out terrified, your mouth brushing against his jawline where his soft salt-and-pepper scruff sits, the area you so hungrily lapped against earlier as he had you pinned against the little wooden table in the vehicle, rutting deep inside you as he painted you shades of white between your sticky thighs.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. Just stay put, sweetheart. Ain’t gonna let anything happen to you,” he says adamantly as his deep, gravelly voice soothes every aching bone in your body.

Your foot catches on the side of a slippery rock and you freeze as you see the ravenous dinosaur turn toward you as its sharp claws dig into the sinking mud that turns into a dirty swimming pool. You hold your breath and close your eyes, trying your best not to make a single sound as Joel takes a step back, crowding your body as you feel his heat encase you as the rain continues to pound against your shaking body.

You can practically hear his soothing voice graze through your mind. Don’t make any movements. Breathe. You’re gonna be just fine.

You feel the rumbling of the jagged rocks underneath and tense your body as you wait for its teeth to rip into your flesh as it swallows you whole. You sink against the side of the RV just waiting for that awful moment when suddenly, you hear a distant roar in the distance. You feel the T-Rex turn toward the noise as it stomps off into the direction of the roar, saving you from what you thought was your watery grave. You hear the distant crashing of green vines and towering trees that fill the jungle. And then it’s quiet, only the sounds of pelting rain hitting the muddy ground.

You keep your eyes closed tight, your fingers flexed as you concentrate on not falling completely apart where you stand. You feel Joel try to pull you out of your misery, but his voice is far away. That deep rumble in a fog as you pretend this didn’t happen, that you didn’t nearly get yourself killed, along with Joel.

“Hey, sweetheart, open your eyes,” he says softly against your ear as you try to fight him off, keeping your eyes closed until you know it’s safe.

Joel shakes you, stirs you from your anxious thoughts and calls your name adamantly as he cups your face and whispers words of affirmation. “You’re alright. C’mon now. Open those pretty eyes for me.”

You bite your lower lip and slowly peel your eyes open and then gasp at the vision that stands before you. Joel stands there in the pouring rain, deft fingers clinging to your jawline as he cups your face affectionately, soft honey eyes staring straight into yours as rain pelts against his tanned skin. Water slips down his hair, his tousled curls slicked back by the rain as his green flannel sits soaked to his broad shoulders, his biceps flexing as he focuses solely on you.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come out here so late. I knew better, and I…”

He cuts you off as he pushes you up against the cool metal of the RV, one hand lingering on your jawline as his other snakes around your hip. His lips crash against yours as you taste sugar and coffee, the perfect mix that sets your taste buds on fire as you drink him down hungrily.

You part your lips and allow him to slot his tongue in. He laps at the inside of your mouth, your tongues colliding together as you breathe in the smell of autumn leaves and rain water that drips off his lips onto yours.

The kiss is hungry, romantic as you slide your hands through his dripping wet curls, twisting your fingers around him so you can be that much closer to him. He lifts you up and wraps your legs around his torso as you pant into his mouth, his calloused fingers digging into your skin as it burns for him.

It’s like a dream, the pouring rain and muted sparks of lightning across the dark sky mixing together to make the heated kiss that much more romantic. You stay like that for minutes just getting lost in each other, lost in the flavor of him.

When you’re both completely out of breath, Joel sets you down on the ground and rests his forehead against yours as he chuckles lightly, his smile lighting up his honey eyes like Christmas lights that shine bright just for you.

“What’s so funny?” you ask as you push against his broad chest. “I nearly got us killed,” you groan as you sulk into the back of the RV.

Joel cups your chin and pulls your face up to his as he looks calmly at you with a soft smile playing on his lips. “Next time jus’ be a little more careful, sweetheart,” he murmurs as he dips down and places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

Before you can ask why he isn’t mad, he bends down and picks something up against the rocks that sit at your feet. “Besides, I wouldn’t have found this if it wasn’t for you,” he grins as he holds up a broken, sharp black claw that clearly came from the T-Rex.

Your eyes go wide as you trace the edge of the claw. “Is this…”

“Yeah, it sure is,” he beams as he slides his thumb over the sharp curve of the claw. “Came right from that Tyrannosaurus rex. Now I have physical proof. Exactly what I needed to collect to do some data research and some tests in the lab.”

His eyes light up like sparkling fireworks as he places the specimen in the pocket of his denim jeans. He hooks his arms around the back of your waist and brings you closer to his chest as he grazes his lips over the sheen of your rain covered lips.

You grip his damp flannel shirt and smile up at him as you brush your nose over his. “My smart paleontologist finally gets his real life dinosaur experience, yeah?” you hum as he brushes his wet lips over yours.

“Mhm, this smart scientist wants to go make love to his gorgeous assistant in the RV. Maybe take a warm shower first, make some hot coffee, maybe sit you on my lap so I can kiss you again and again and again.” He grabs a hold of your hair and presses his plush lips against yours once more as you fall into his arms, completely and utterly hooked on him. The man you fell head over heels for that first day in the lab.

When you pull your lips from his, he takes your hand and squeezes as he drags you back inside. “C’mon, sweetheart. Let’s get you back inside where it’s warm. Wanna go make love to my girl.”

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Six Little Harringtons (S. Harrington)

Author's Notes: This turned into more than what I had intended - Steve and his wife take the kids on their annual road trip all while taking a (somewhat painful) trip down memory lane.

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references - innuendos, mentions of grief/ death, *contains brief (personal) theories about what might happen in the final season of Stranger Things, parenting/children, pregnancy, fluff!

Requested: Nope!

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The first Summer was easy. It was just him, the wife and Junior in the station wagon heading down to the coast. A little trailer hitched to the back of the car and away they went. Sunshine, sand, more cassette tapes than anyone knew what to do with and a surfboard no one knew how to use.

Then the twins were born. Three little Harrington's smiled back at him in the rearview mirror that Summer. He was vacuuming Cheerios and Lego pieces out of the backseat until almost Christmas.

Baby number four, the Hellraiser, was a total surprise. They felt like they had finally gotten into a routine with the other three kids and then after a particularly rowdy night out, she came to him one morning and told him she was pregnant again.

Well, fuck.

They swore they were done after number four, because she had been such a handful.

"She's Hell incarnate." Steve muttered late one night after a long battle of trying to get their restless toddler to sleep.

But even as a husband and father, Steve was insatiable with the sex drive of a teenager. Which was why when she told him she was pregnant for a fifth time all he could do was laugh and pull her in for a kiss, while giving himself a silent pat on the back.

That Spring he invested in a Winnebago, cleaned it up and got it ready for the Summer. Then one blazing hot Saturday morning in July he helped load all five kids into the RV. Three boys, two girls and all the comforts of home they required to make it a smooth ride.

"Alright, Harrington's. Are we ready?" Steve smiled as he buckled the last seatbelt on the last baby seat, then ran a hand through his hair.

"Steve! Can you help me, please?" His wife called for him at the bottom of the RV steps.

"Yeah! I'm coming, honey. Stay where you are." Steve replied with a tickle to the bottom of his youngest daughter's foot before he stood up and hurried out of the RV.

"Honey, I would have brought this out. You know you're not supposed to lift anything heavy right now." He uttered as he took the cooler filled with snacks for their brood. He lifted it up into the RV, checked on the kids once more pleased to see them all snoozing peacefully in their seats and gently closed the door.

"Are we stupid for doing this?" His wife asked with her hands on her hips, looking up at him.

"Road trip with five kids? Yeah. But it's tradition." Steve smiled as he placed a soft kiss to her forehead and smoothed a hand on her growing stomach.

"Wait until the RV is full of angry teenagers, then we'll see how much you like this tradition." She laughed with a kiss to his chin.

"What are you talking about? I was a dream as a teenager." Steve scoffed before he pat her hips and made his way to the drivers side.

"I know you're lying, Harrington."

They only drove for about four hours that first day. Two hours, a break for a picnic and a run around in the park, and then two more hours. They ended up at a beach near their motel, but nowhere near their destination. If having five kids taught Steve anything, he knew to let them run out their energy before bed time. Especially on a road trip.

"When we started dating, did you think we'd end up here?" His wife asked as they sat on the sand and watched the kids laugh and play along the shoreline. Cartwheels, kicking a ball and playing tag. Five little best friends.

"Are you asking if when I found you abandoned on the streets of Hawkins ten years ago if I thought that we'd be married with a bunch of kids? Definitely not. I didn't think we'd make it through the night." Steve laughed softly, the grief and trauma still tangible.

They had met days after Steve returned from the Upside Down, after the loss of Eddie Munson. Hawkins was in flames, the city quickly burning to the ground. Residents were evacuating as quickly as they could, leaving all belongings behind.

Steve was swerving and speeding through the wreckage of the streets when he drove passed her home. Covered in dirt and soot, she sat on the front lawn of what was once her home. He couldn't explain his actions, but he couldn't just drive by her. He slammed on his brakes and yelled for her to get in.

She had been by his side throughout the fall of Hawkins. At first he thought they had been paired by tragedy, but as time went on he realized that life was easier when she was around.

The smell of smoke was overwhelming. Burning buildings, torched cars and inflamed foliage surrounded the once quaint town of Hawkins.

His stomach was in knots and his body was sore, but he had to keep going. He got in his car and drove as fast as the old Volvo would go, the engine rattling under the hood as he pressed the accelerator. He rounded the corner of a familiar street, ignoring a stop sign. The city was in ruins, traffic signs no longer mattered to him.

It was her (once) white denim jacket that caught his eye. A jacket covered in dirt and soot from the fires. She was sat on the front lawn of what he presumed was her home, crying. A girl no older than himself, all alone in a crumbling world.

"Get in! It's not safe here!" Steve yelled through his open window.

She asked no questions. She got up from the front lawn and ran towards the car, climbing into the passenger side.

"I'm Steve." He breathed out as he pressed the accelerator once more.

"Callie."

She had stayed at his side through the remainder of the fall of Hawkins. Held his hand as he watched his friends perish, helped him rebuild his life while they rebuilt the town.

The first boy, while nicknamed Junior due to his uncanny resemblance to Steve, was legally named Edward - Eddie - after the boy who gave his life for Hawkins. He had been born with a full head of dark hair, like Steve, and eyes like his mother. Steve didn't think he could love anyone more than Callie, until he met his son.

They had not planned on naming the rest of the kids after anyone else from the Hawkins Tragedy, but the more they thought about it, the more they wanted their friends to live on in more than just local folklore.

The twins were Ellie, affectionately called El after her namesake, and Will. Both named after the two teens that had sacrificed their lives for their friends and for Hawkins. Callie hadn't know them for as long as Steve had, but her life was equally as enriched for having known them.

The fifth was a boy, Harry, named after Steve's grandfather. Steve admittedly didn't have much of a relationship with his actual parents, but his grandfather had been a major influence in his life and when he saw his fourth child, it was like looking into his grandfather's eyes.

The fourth baby, the Hellraiser, was named Maxine, after the girl who had given Steve the most grief during those early days in Hawkins. The original hellion in his life, and the girl he would have died to protect if he could have. While the girl was still alive, she wasn't able to live her life the way she had before. He had told her he named their child after her, and Max gripped his hand and gave him a smile from her hospital bed.

"Alright, Team Harrington! Time to go to the motel and get some sleep! We've got some driving to do tomorrow." Steve called out to his children as he stood up from his spot on the sand then extended his hands to help up his pregnant wife.

They got all the kids back in their respective car seats and made their way to their motel for the night. After three bedtime stories, one about a girl named El, the kids fell asleep. Little Maxine asleep in the bed with them, her foot in Steve's back.

There once was a girl named El, who was the most powerful girl in the world..

Steve and Callie laid in the bed together facing one another while the kids snored softly in the bed and cribs surrounding the room.

"What are you thinking about?" Callie asked softly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"You, and all of this." Steve whispered back as he gestured around the room.

"Can you believe that we're going to have our sixth baby?" She laughed.

"Oh, yeah. My plan to have a family band is pretty well complete. Just one more kid to go. She's going to be the tambourine player." Steve smirked as he placed a hand on her belly between them.

"And have you decided on a name for our tambourine player, finally?" Callie asked as she ran her thumb over his hairline.

"I've been thinking about the name Malia." Steve replied as his eyes fluttered shut, feeling her soft fingers on his face.

"I love it. Malia it will be. The last piece of our puzzle." Callie smiled before she placed a soft kiss to his scruffy chin.

"Now if Max would get her foot out of my back, everything would be perfect."

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angelsanarchy · 7 months

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Tangerine Skies: Possum x Y/N Series CH 2

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Possum walked through the woods searching for a place to set up his tent for the night. Thing's got a little hairy at the last place he set up so he decided him and his little brother would take shelter on the other side of the woods.

"Zip up your coat baby brother. I don't want you catching a cold." Possum adjusted the coat on his little Opossum and fed him another oyster cracker as they walked. He stepped suddenly when he tripped over a string attached to a bunch of empty cans.

"Uh oh..." Possum put his hands up in the air hoping that whoever had set up this alert system was friendly and not a weed grower with a shotgun.

"Possum?" He looked up an saw Y/n standing with a baseball bat.

"Diner Angel." He smiled at her.

"How did you find me?" She asked lowering the bat and walking towards him.

"Um..I wasn't really looking for anyone...I just kind of go where the wind takes me." Possum explained as she knelt down and helped untangle his legs from the string.

"This is a very high tech set up you have here." He said almost stumbling once he was free.

"I honestly forgot I even put it up. I just like to know when someone is approaching in case I need to take off." She laughed standing back up and smiling at him.

"Are you camping out here?" Possum asked and she waved him over to follow her.

"I've been parked up here since I got here months ago. It's not too far from the water but not close enough to get super cold at night." She explained as he RV came into sight. Possum's eyes lit up.

"Wow that's luxury." He smiled seeing that she already had a fire lit and seemed to have set up a laundry line.

"It's not much but it's home." She felt proud of her RV. She worked really hard to afford it. It was her baby.

"Would it be okay if we camped near by? We won't be too loud or anything." Possum asked but Y/n seemed confused as to who he was talking about.

"Are you traveling with someone?" She asked curiously and Possum spun around to reveal a Opossum sticking out of the back of his travel pack.

"It's just me and my little brother." Y/n's face lit up.

"Possum! He's adorable!" She covered her mouth and noticed his little matching jacket with him.

"Yeah the family resemblance is pretty intense." He smirked pushing his hair back.

"You guys are more than welcome to set up camp here. I was just about to start dinner if you wanted to join me? I don't know how you feel about hot dogs-"

"Love em. I love dogs...and encased meats. Just not dog meat.." Y/n laughed shaking her head at him. She sat by the fire cooking dinner while Possum started setting up his big orange tent. It didn't take him very long considering he had done it so often. He knew this tent was only going to last a few more weeks and he would need to get a new one if he planned to survive on the road for much longer.

Possum plopped down next to Y/n on a log by the fire, little brother in hand as he sat him on a pillow next to him.

"Thanks for letting us hang out. Most of the people we come across out here are...wild." Possum took a hotdog from the plate Y/n offered him and he noticed little crackers and cheese.

"Those are for him!" She swatted Possum's hand. He place the snack plate on the pillow and watched his little brother go to town on it.

"Hey he likes it. Don't be too nice to him or he'll never want to leave." He explained eating the hotdog.

"I think it's sweet you have matching coats." She commented. Possum looked at his coat and then at his little brothers.

"Wow I didn't even notice that. I guess we have the same taste in clothes too." Possum chuckled.

"I never asked, are you from Emerald Triangle?" She asked sipping a drink.

"No I'm just a wayward traveler. I've been thinking about going home soon...I miss my mom...but don't tell her that." Possum put his hand on her knee and she laughed.

"Your secret is safe with me but I'm sure she misses you too." She smiled making Possum blush.

"How long are you sticking around here for? I've been here a while and you've seemed to kind of settled into the chaos of Emerald." He wiped the crumbs off his hands and Y/b shrugged.

"Still saving up a little more cash before passing through. I haven't decided where I want to go next. Any suggestions?" She asked seeing his eyes grow wide with excitement. He ran into his tent and she could hear him going through his bags before emerging with a map and sat directly next to her.

"Where do I start? This place as the best sunrises and this is where all the pretty waterfalls are. Don't go here because everything smells like that weird dried up flowery shit that grandma's keep on coffee tables..." Possum was searching his brain for the word

"Potpourri?" Y/n said confused. Possum snapped his fingers.

"That's it! That shit is awful and the smell gets stuck in your hair." He shivered like the memory made him physically ill.

"Noted. Do not go there." She laughed as Possum spent most of the evening showing her all the places he's been. He had been to way more places than her and she loved hearing his stories. The only thing that stopped him from continuing his story telling was the snores coming from the Opossum next to him.

"He's a terrible bunk mate. Snores like a blender." Possum whispered.

"I'll let you guys get to bed then." She stood up and Possum stood with her.

"Um...we'll be out here if you need anything. J-just give us a shout." He offered a sweet smile and she gave his arm a squeeze.

"Stay warm Possum. Just knock on the window if you need anything." She offered and he nodded sitting back down on the log as the fire was still going. He watched her walk into the RV and shut the door. She had a view of him sitting by the fire from her bedroom window and she couldn't help but stare at him. He was so interesting and despite him seeming impaired most of the time, she could tell that it had become a part of his personality. He still was able to carry conversations and keep her interest even when he started to rattle off about aliens and the government.

She wouldn't mind him sticking close by until she decides to take off out of Emerald Triangle.

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Jonathan Davis Plays KINKY Hide & Seek with You

Warning: explicit/sensitive content, deviant theme, 18+ Smut, foreplay, fingering, male/female sex, unprotected sex, p in v, finishing inside, praise & degredation, edging/denial, fear kink, adrenaline kink, BDSM, exhibition kink, public/nature sex... Overall, A LOT IS GOING ON IN THIS STORY 🤣💀

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Summary: You are Jonathan's girlfriend and it's the last day of your RV camping trip. You are parked on the beach and reminiscing about his past sexual kinks. You decide you want to let him try a game on you: a naughty, fear-laden version of hide and seek. But, his version is a LOT more than you bargained for. You explore a fear/adrenaline kink and let him take control.... All in all you have a very interesting night together.

Preface: My other JD fanfics are more "normal" if you wanna check those. This one's not for everybody. In real life, JD talks about various kinks/deviancies in interviews. His Penthouse interview, JD said “I’m the kinkiest motherfucker you’ll ever meet. I do freaky, weird shit” and he provided some BDSM examples. His Playboy interview, he talks a bit about morbid/fear kink games and degredation/control games he's played with women who wanted that with him.

If you google JD's explanation of his song, “My Gift to You," he explains he and his girl enjoyed a fear/adrenaline/death kink & played "games":

Korn songs like "My Gift to You," "Last Legal Drug" (Le Petit Mort) and "Beat it Upright" inspired this fanfic.

My “Kinky Hide & Seek” theme for this story is particularly inspired by Korn’s “Beat it Upright” where JD sings stuff like "Are you reading for a good pounding, baby? ...I will spank that ass just for fun," and “We're going on a ride….I'm gonna turn you inside out, upside down….Don't try to run and hide.” JD definitely throws a little BDSM/rough play/fear stuff into his sexual songs.

My story is also inspired by his lyrics in “Last Legal Drug,” where he’s giving spooky commands to a woman during sex-– “when you come, be a good girl, hold your breath, make it last long…It’s a mess, and it’s called ‘the little death,’ girl.”

So… ‘poetic license’ and a bit of my own deviancy/past 'adventures' is worked into this story. Sorry y'all haha.

Story:

You and Jonathan had thought there was going to be an additional day of your RV camping trip before he had to get back to Los Angeles. But, he got a call earlier that evening letting him know he had to start driving back first thing and be in the studio by tomorrow evening, so sadly the two of you realized tonight would be the last night of the trip. Your RV was parked on the beach in a remote tourist destination, near a mossy, coastal treeline. It's dusk and the two of you are sitting across from each other in folding chairs, eating dinner outside the camper.

"I'm so disappointed tonight's going to be our last night for awhile," you said to him.

"Me too sweetie. Me... fuckin....too," Jonathan said in a resigned tone.

The two of you had definitely "made the most" of this camping trip with lots of sex and romantic time together. But you still had kind of an empty feeling, knowing this would be your last night together for some time. You wanted the trip to end with some kind of bang. You started asking him some dirty questions out of curiosity.

"So, we've... done some freaky stuff together, huh?" you began.

Jonathan cracked a naughty smirk and chuckled, "yeah..you could say that... kind of...." he trailed off.

"KIND of?" you replied, curious.

"I mean.... I've definitely not shown you everything. Didn't wanna freak you out," Jonathan continued, looking down at the sand.

"Well.... I'm in a weird mood tonight. I kind of want to end this trip with a bang...." you admitted.

Jon paused. He had been bouncing his leg and fidgeting around. Suddenly he got very still and slowly looked up at you.

"You're... gonna have to be a bit more specific, dear," Jon said in a naughty voice.

"Ummm.... well..... we've... you've.. chased me around and stuff, been, ya know... rough from time to time? When I asked you to?" you said.

"Yeeahhhh?" Jon said slowly... in a sly, questioning tone.

"And.... I know you've been a lot freakier in the past. Like.. how you and your ex… well, you guys played creepy sex games? She would leave spooky notes on your pillow like- 25 ways she wants to kill you... and ....you had dark fantasies about stuff you wanted to do to her? You guys had like.... a fear kink? Death kink?" you inquired.

Jon stared at the ground, darkly chuckling as he recalled some "fond" memories and nodded his head. "Yeah... yeah we did," he admitted.

"Well... I was curious," You confessed. "I’m curious about.... fear and control games..I... I don't know! But-uh... I want to know," you admitted, stumbling over your words.

"Yeah....? " Jon said quietly while looking back up at you. Jon began to explain:

"It's definitely kinda dark…...You're not ACTUALLY gonna get hurt, not MUCH anyway," he said with a sly chuckle. "But it's just... getting off together on scaring and controlling one another. One of you takes the lead... someone’s dominant, someone's submissive" he continued.

"I wanna try some of that tonight," you admitted, very curious and pretty aroused.

Jon froze. His smile faded a little as he looked at you with wide eyes, and a good amount of surprise.

"What... like, you wanna, tie me to a chair tonight and have your way with me, haha?" he asked while laughing.

"No... no, I want you to take control and..... SCARE me," you admitted, rather embarrassed.

There was dead silence while the two of you looked at each other.

"Um.... are you sure?" Jon asked, somewhat stunned....fidgeting.

"Yeah. I want you to scare me tonight…..In-in a good way," you said as your face turned red.

Jon looked back down at the sand and shifted his legs around.

"Hmmmm....well…. That’s… a WHOLE spectrum.....HOW scared?" he said in a low, naughty voice while cracking a big smirk.

Your voice caught in your throat: ".....freak me out Jon," you begged. "I.....I want you to freak me THE FUCK out.....I want you to SCARE me….and, a-and then fuck me," you admitted, unable to even look him in the eye as you said it.

More awkward silence. You dared to look up at his face. His knee was bouncing up and down and he kept staring at the ground while grinning, shaking his head in amazement. Eventually, Jon cleared his throat.... stood up from his folding chair and crouched down in front of you, holding your knees and locking eyes with you, close to your face.

"Ok," he said in a calm tone, with a big smile on his face. His eyes had LIT up and he looked pretty damn excited and naughty.

"I'll freak you out, baby" he said while giving you a half smirk/smile. His eyes got spookier and he slowly nodded at you

".... but if it gets too much.. you should probably pick a safe word or something. Then I'll stop," Jon explained.

Your brain was turning to mush. You were already really nervous and excited and your clit was perking up.

"Umm... uh- how about.. STOP?" you said, half braindead.

Jonathan laughed hard and smirked. "STOP, it is then." He paused and bore his eyes into yours. He gave you a long, sexy, deep kiss.. pushing his tongue deep in your mouth. You were SO turned on, curious and excited.

He stood up and walked back to his chair, slowly sitting back down across from you. Nothing but silence. He just stared at you, clearly contemplating.

"So.... what do we do?" you asked shakily.

Jon stared HARD at you. His eyes scanning your eyes and examining your body language as he contemplated what to do with you.

"How about... some hide and seek?" Jon suggested.

"Hide and SEEK?" you said, laughing. "Jon... that honestly sounds CUTE.. not....freaky!"

Jon's eyes darkened perceptibly and his voice got very low and serious.

"My version..... is NOT going to be cute" Jon said in a VERY creepy voice.

You suddenly felt a shiver down your spine and a bit of realization run through your body.

"Nooo... Not cute at all,” Jon said while slowly shaking his head and looking at you with an alarming gaze.

“You’re gonna hide……I'm gonna hunt you," Jon said, coolly.

You were a bit stunned. Your heart jumped a little.

"And here's a tip.... you DON'T want me to find you," Jon continued in a low, serious voice. He cracked a wicked smile... "you REALLY don't," Jon explained. All you could do was stare at him, wide-eyed.

"I'm gonna start... mkay?" Jon said nonchalantly while reclining in his chair a bit.

"Um.... ok," you said quietly, rather confused.

"You've got 20 seconds to hide,” Jon said while comfortably lulling back in the chair and shutting his eyes.... "One.....two....." he said, counting slowly.

You stood up from your folding chair, looking around and then back at him. The beach and tree line was vast and it was so close to dark, you didn't see how on earth he'd find you if you hid.

"Jon? I’m confused! ANYWHERE? How are you gonna find me?"

Jon stopped counting and opened his eyes, looking at you with a VERY dark, sinister expression… almost like he was becoming a different person.

"You should probably start running," he said quietly.

"W-what??" you asked, while another shiver went down your spine.

"Start......Running" he growled, as his eyes darkened to the point of practically looking black.

You felt a jolt of genuine fear. Suddenly, it was like you were out in the middle of nowhere with a stranger. You were rather blown away.

"THREE!.... four...." Jon playfully counted slowly while shutting his eyes and folding his hands in front of him comfortably.

You took off running towards the tree line. In the distance you could hear him counting loudly. You wandered into the mossy trees and looked around. Your heart was pounding. You didn't have much time so you wandered as far as you could into the trees and then hid, crouching behind one. You were breathing hard and starting to question what you'd gotten yourself into. But you really didn't see how on EARTH he’d find you.

"HERE I COME," you heard Jon yell in the distance in a very eerie voice.

There was dead silence for a while. You heard the waves and light raindrops. Eventually, you started hearing his footsteps. He was walking slowly and carefully. You thought of crawling off and finding a different spot... but were scared of making too much noise. It was quite dark now, just a dark blue tone to the sky as the sun was nearly set. You sat frozen behind the mossy tree. Eventually, you heard footsteps crunching closer before coming to a stop. Then they continued; sounding like they were getting further away. You figured you'd successfully faked him out. Then there was dead silence.

"Ttssskk....tsskkk….That’s not a very a good spot at all" you heard Jonathan yell. You froze in fear.

"YEAH, I'm talking to you. Come on out," Jon said in a very frightening, unfamiliar voice.

You peaked out from behind the tree and saw him standing still about 20 feet away from you. You were actually quite shocked he had found you. VERY shocked. HOW did he manage that??

"I'll tell you what....if you can outrun me.... you win. You win and I'll stop," he said in his low, unfamiliar voice.

Your legs shook as you stood up, in sheer disbelief. Your heart was racing.

"Fucking... …….RUN," Jon said in a deep, terrifying voice.

You were actually frozen in place like a deer in the headlights.

Suddenly, Jon sprinted forward towards you at full speed. You gasped and instinctively ran away from him. You literally felt like a stranger was chasing you. You didn't look back as you darted aimlessly around trees, trying to figure out where the hell to run to. You were so overwhelmed. You heard him gaining on you, his footfalls crunching louder and closer.

Then, an arm firmly grabbed you around the waist and knocked the wind out of you. He grabbed you mid-run so hard, you sort of flew in the air as he caught you. He picked you up by the waist and spun you around, off the ground. The two of you spun together in a circle as he caught you. You fell limp in his arms, crying out and gasping. You heard him grunt and breathe hard and angrily. He grabbed both of your arms, pulling them tightly behind your back like a police arrest. Then he shifted the two of you forward, pinning you against a tree. He was pressed up against you while you were pinned, facing away from him.

The two of you stood like that for a moment, gasping for air. You heard Jon growling. With one big hand he kept your wrists pulled together and your arms locked behind your back. With his free hand, he began feeling you up aggressively. He pushed his hand under your skirt and rubbed/gripped your pussy through your panties. You started to moan and lose your balance but he pulled you back upright, forcing you to stand. He reached his hand back up to your head, grabbing your hair and pulling you into him. He leaned against your ear and breathed into it.

"I caught you," he said in a truly eerie, unrecognizable voice.

Your legs shook. Your pussy was very wet but you weren't sure why because you were also genuinely freaking out.

"Now... don't... fucking.... move," Jon said in a low, dominating voice. You did as he said. He removed his hands from your arms but you left them behind your back where he had put them. You heard him unbuckling his belt and taking it completely off. You began moaning, figuring the game was over and now he was going to fuck you, while he had you pinned against the tree.

"Mmmmm yeah... do it, baby," you begged, as you figured the game was up.

"Do.... what?" Jon said quietly. "You think I'll just FUCK you? Mmm-mm" he said, shaking his head.

"No. I CAUGHT you. You're not getting off that easy," he said, leaning towards your ear before biting it VERY firmly and leaving his teeth on it. "NOT AT ALL," he said through gritted teeth while keeping your ear in a bite-hold.

You gasped. Now you were truly confused. The next sensation you felt was the leather belt tightening around your wrists. You let out a yelp and started to pull your wrists away but Jon had a FIRM hold on them. He quickly bound your hands behind your back with the belt. He buckled it around your wrists, tightly and firmly.

Your heart started absolutely racing. You WERE scared now. Actually scared. Jonathan grunted, then, with you buckled up, he turned you around. He still didn't allow you to see him. He just whipped your body away from where it had been pinned against the tree, and stood behind you. One arm had a firm grasp around your waist and the other had a firm grasp on the belt he buckled your wrists with.

He leaned down towards your face from behind, and licked around and inside your ear a little. Your legs shook like crazy and you felt very faint.

"Walk," Jon said quietly. You were frozen.

"WALK," Jon said in a louder, more stern voice, while gently pushing you forward and maintaining his grip on you. You took slow, unsteady steps forward as he guided you, walking you. You felt weak and in over your head. You knew it was still Jonathan. YOUR Jonathan. But it really DID feel like you had been caught by a stranger in the woods. You truly had no idea what to expect.

"Jon.... Jon.... I don't know if - if I-----" your words trailed off as you gasped for breath.

Jon stopped walking and stood still. There was a heavy silence.

"Ok," Jon said playfully and nonchalantly. "DON'T walk," he growled.

Before you knew it, Jon had spun you around to face him and picked you up. He threw you over his shoulder, one arm supporting your upper body as your head draped over his shoulder, his other arm supporting you under the ass with a firm grasp on your thighs. With your hands bound behind you, you really couldn’t get out of his arms if you tried.

You gasped some more and started practically hyperventilating. You were surprised at just how strong he was. If he WAS a stranger, you definitely wouldn't have been able to wriggle free. Your eyes stared at the ground as he carried you over his shoulder, back towards the RV. It was QUITE dark by now. This game was starting to really scare the shit out of you. You started wriggling and moaning in his arms, asking him to put you down. Eventually, he set you down on the beach. With a satisfied sigh, he pulled you against his body, facing you away from him and restraining you by the wrists again. He pressed himself hard against your backside. He leaned in again to talk right into your ear.

"Tell you what.... I'll be nice. ONE more try to hide from me. If I can't find you in 10 minutes, I'll stop hunting you. Sound fair?" Jon said in his eeriest voice.

You caught your breath and thought about it. You almost said "STOP," to call the game off. But you were feeling an overwhelming mix of adrenaline and arousal. You wanted to keep playing. "Ok...." you blurted out.

"Good girl,” Jon whispered into your ear before licking down your neck.

He slowly loosened his grip on you and sighed. With his face pressed to your ear, he spoke again:

“Ok girl.....fuckin........ RUN!" he growled.

This time your heart pretty much exploded with adrenaline. You took off in a sprint back to the tree line like you were running for your life. Your ears were ringing and you couldn't even HEAR if he was chasing you or how close he was. You didn't try to steal a glimpse back.

You ran in a confusing zig zag all around the trees, realizing how hard it was to run and keep your balance with your hands buckled behind you. Losing your breath, you eventually collapsed behind a shrub, as far into the woods as you could get. There was nothing but silence, beach waves and more gentle rain drops. It was almost pitch black now. You could barely see what was around you. Now, you were slightly lost and unsure how to get back. Wriggling your wrists around, you struggled with the belt, figuring you could get it off of you somehow. Your fingers tried to reach up to the notches and buckle but it was no use. You had another "OH SHIT" moment, realizing again that if he WAS a stranger, you were LOSING.

There was dead silence for a long time. You slowly caught your breath, wondering so much about this man you've spent so much time with. Clearly there's many different sides to Jonathan. You shifted your legs around trying to get comfortable on the ground. Your panties were still wet, which was a bit surprising to you, since you were pretty much terrorized by now. You were just starting to calm down when you had a weird feeling. You weren't sure if you heard crunching nearby or if it was your imagination. There was more dead silence as your hearing perked up and you tried to listen. You did your best to not make any audible breathing noises.

Out of nowhere, you felt Jonathan’s body tackle you out of your sitting position and pin you to the ground. You screamed at the top of your lungs with genuine shock as you felt his weight on top of you. You fell backwards, with your bound hands behind you. Jon pinned you against the mossy ground, nice and firm.... grunting and grabbing you as you wriggled around. You went limp and opened your eyes, barely able to see the silhouette of his face in the dark. You gasped for air and just stared in disbelief. How the HELL did he manage to find you THAT time???? How did you not hear him approaching???? You were in utter shock.

Jon groaned and pushed his body weight on top of you while pushing your legs open. He hovered over you on the ground, his crotch pressed against your open legs as he kept you pinned. You felt his hard dick through his pants and all you could do was hyperventilate with a mix of emotions.

He chuckled a VERY sinister chuckle. "Now, see THAT, was a really good try," he groaned. He pushed his face RIGHT up against yours. Your whole body shook. "A REALLY.....good.... TRY," he whispered in a complimentary, eerie voice.

You definitely knew you lost. You were so overwhelmed, you almost said "stop" again.

He rubbed his body hard against you on the ground, smushing you into the mossy forest bed and grunting/groaning loudly. You started moaning and kept gasping for air. Without warning, he climbed off you. Then before you knew it, he had picked you up off the ground. He threw you over his shoulder again in the same pose with your arms bound behind you. Your hair fell into your face as you slumped half upside down against his shoulder. You were completely spent by now. All you could do was moan and hyperventilate while he carried you back. It felt like a long walk back to the RV.... you were shocked he could carry you for this long. Struggling to calm down, you just fell limp against his body and caught your breath.

He got you inside the RV and gently pushed you down onto the bed face first. You could only crawl and wriggle around because your wrists were still bound behind you. Jon crawled up your body and pressed firmly against you from behind. His dick was now rock hard. He pressed into your backside, caressing your body. He stroked your arms and moved his hands to the buckle.

"If I take this off of you, are you gonna be a good girl?" he asked in his sinister voice.

"Y... yes," you yelped.

"No moving. You will do NOTHING unless I tell you to. GOT IT?" Jon instructed.

"Hughhh.. fu,.... Yes!" you gasped out.

He slowly undid your wrists. Immediately you started moving your arms, happy to have them back.

Just then, you felt a hard smack against your ass from the belt.

"AHHHH!!! ... the... FUCK!???" you yelled.

"I told you not to move!" Jon said sternly.

You felt his hand grip your ass and pull your skirt up. He reached up the front of your skirt and pushed his fingers against your pussy. You didn't even KNOW what blend of emotions you felt at this point, but your pussy still responded to his touch. You wriggled around some more while moaning.

With both of his hands, he took the side of your panties and ripped them, then yanked them away. You gasped and moved around. Then, you felt another strong smack against your ass with the belt.

"You're not a good listener, ARE YOU?" Jon said in a low, playful voice. You didn’t reply.

"Don't. MOVE!" Jon growled.

You nodded your head, while face down on the bed. Jon reached a hand around you, touching and feeling you up under your skirt again. He slowly pushed two of his fingers firmly into your pussy.

"Ahhhh!! mmm," you moaned as you tried your best to stay still.

Jon was hunched over you, keeping a good amound of his weight on top of you. He kept you pinned down, fingering you more and more very firmly, pushing your pussy further and further open.

"Ahhhh..my GOD!" you yelped. You didn't realize how aroused you were until he started fingering you

"BE QUIET girl!!! Did I not tell you that? You're gonna be QUIET too!" Jon yelled at you. He humped against you and pushed his fingers hard into you with his hand, leaving them knuckle deep inside you.

You gulped and tried your best to stop moaning. Without warning he climbed off you and gripped your hips HARD. He flipped you over in one brisk motion. You were now lying on your back, you skirt up to your waist, your panties off and Jon standing over you.

He grunted and quickly climbed back on top of your body, pinning you back down. You instinctively went to touch his face and shoulders like normal, but he grabbed your hands, pulling them off of him. He wrestled your arms until he had them both pinned up over your head.

Then he pressed his crotch hard against yours, smushing you into the mattress and keeping your hands pinned above your head. All you could do was hyperventilate and watch him. He kept you pinned like that for a minute, breathing hard and doing nothing. You just stared at him in amazement, his eyes looking black. He teased you and started grinding his crotch into your open legs.

"Don't. FUCKIN. Move," he said as he quietly, while quickly climbing off you, ripping off his pants and boxers and sliding back on top of you. His cock was so hard he didn't even need to put his hand on it and guide it into your pussy. He just impaled you with it and you let out a loud yelp of pleasure and a bit of pain.

He grabbed your hair a little and pressed his face against your neck.

"Auhghhh…WHAT DID I…. SAY?” he said while pushing hard into you. “QUIET!!!" Jon growled.

You held your breath and tried not to make any noise as Jon started taking deep pumps into you. Your legs felt like jelly and your pussy was soaking wet. This night had COMPLETELY taken a turn. As he picked up the pace and started fucking you harder, you couldn't help but whine and gasp.

"QUIET! I'm not gonna tell you again" Jon warned again, before pressing his face against your neck and pushing his teeth against it.

"One more sound.... I'm gonna bite you," Jon warned.

He'd given you plenty of bites before, and you always liked it. But something told you this would be a REAL bite if you didn't do as he said. You did your best to stop making any noise. You only breathed, HARD. He kept fucking you, taking slow, firm, deep pumps into you while keeping your arms pinned above your head. Your clit was pulsating and you were starting to feel an incredible level of arousal.. you really couldn't explain it.

Having him chase you down and take you like this, left you with an indescribable feeling. It began to feel like your pussy was gonna explode in an orgasm any minute. You couldn't help but let out a deep moan.

"Mmmmmfff, you fuckin asked for it," Jon said while pressing his face hard against your neck and giving you a strong bite.

"AHHH!!!" you shrieked as he kept pumping. He didn't just bite you and let go either. He left his teeth against your neck as he kept fucking you. That bite DEFINITELY hurt! You did your best not to make any more noise but as your orgasm approached you let out a loud whimper. He pressed his teeth into your neck as a punishment and you gasped again.

"GAAhhhhh! Ughhh fu--" Jonathan yelled/moaned, losing his composure at his own game. This experience had kind of overwhelmed him as well and he was extremely aroused. You felt so good to him at this moment. He was somewhat shocked at himself, realizing what he’s doing to you. You both felt so good, you couldn’t help but start making more noise. You both moaned loudly, and your pussy squeezed around him as your orgasm approached. The two of you started getting QUITE loud, just giving in to the pleasure. He was even MORE elated watching you, as he realized you LIKED all this. Watching your reactions had him SO close to cumming.

He pressed against you and locked eyes with you while taking firm pumps in you.

"You gonna cum for me? HM??? he asked you.

All you could do was nod and moan.

"You're NOT gonna cum till I fucking say!!!" Jon demanded.

Your eyes flared. You weren't sure you could hold back much longer.

He pushed his cock FAR inside you and held it there, pinning you and pausing.

You yelped a little and he covered your mouth. Then he gave you one final instruction.

"I'll tell you when to cum. BUT when you do, you're gonna do it HOW...I ... SAY!" Jon growled.

You were confused. Jon ground his cock into you and you could feel it twitching as he was clearly VERY close too.

"You gonna be a good girl?" Jon said in a VERY dark, eerie tone.

You stared at him and nodded as he kept his hand over your mouth.

"WHEN you cum, hold your fucking breath. DON'T let it out!!! Not until you've cum LONG and HARD. Make it FUCKING last!"

Your pussy quivered and tightened around his dick, spasming and pulsing in anticipation.

"You HEAR me?" Jon demanded as he began pumping harder.

He said one word with each deep pump:

"Hold..... your.... FUCKIN... BREATH."

Your legs fell totally limp and he grabbed them hard, pulling them further apart and taking hard, fast pumps into you. You gasped. Your body felt like it was tingling. You were pretty sure you were hyperventilating. Your orgasm was coming fast and you PRAYED Jon would give you permission to cum.

"AHhhhhhhh.... FUuuuuu....." Jon grunted as he grew weak and his pumps got sloppier. His own orgasm was gaining on him. "Mmmmfff... be my good ---gahhh----my good girl …CUM for me!" Jon demanded. You squealed and yelped and nodded. Your pussy exploded and started spasming hard around his swollen dick. Jon pinned you down HARD as you came and pushed a hand over your mouth as he heard you breathing hard and gasping for air. "HOLD. YOUR. BREATH!!!" Jon demanded while watching your face.

You locked eyes with him as you were cumming and held your breath as best you could. Your pussy kept throbbing and spasming in VERY pleasurable waves. Something about having your breath held while cumming made it feel doubly intense. It seemed like you were cumming FAR stronger and longer than ever before. You felt increasingly dizzy, like you were about to faint. You started seeing little stars in your vision as it dimmed and Jon kept watching your face while you came hard on his cock. Jonathan slowed his pumps to a stop for a moment to just watch you cum for him.

Suddenly you felt like you were gonna lose consciousness. Jonathan saw your eyes begin to roll back and quickly let go of your mouth. "NOW breathe," he commanded. You gasped for air and took long, deep breaths as you kept coming and shaking. "Good girl," Jon complimented as he paused for a moment. He was sweating like crazy and breathing hard. He just stared at you, proud of you for doing as he said. His eyes gazed at you, all hazy: "Mmmfffff, god... that was beautiful," he admitted as he watched you writhe around, catching your breath, smiling at him and feeling the bliss of your orgasm.

His cock twitched and throbbed. It felt like most of the blood in his body was in his dick at this point. Without hesitation, Jon picked up where he left off. He kept taking rough, sloppy pumps into you. He moaned and groaned loudly while you just let him take you. Within a minute, his cock completely burst and you could feel him filling you up. He pushed as far into you as he could and grunted LOUDLY.

Your vision was hazy but as he came, you watched his face. He did the same thing…. He gasped as his orgasm hit, then held his breath as you felt warm pumps of liquid spill into you. He started looking disoriented and dizzy. His eyes started rolling and he braced himself against your body, not breathing until he was done coming. You just held him as he had a very long orgasm, leaking LOTS of cum inside you before FINALLY inhaling some new air with a loud, raspy gasp. He kept gasping for air for a LONG time.

The two of you both felt like you might black out and faint. He fell against you and it was hard to breathe with his body weight on you like this. Gradually he whimpered and climbed off you, lying next to you in bed. You were both VERY faint and dizzy for a long time. The room looked liked it was spinning.

As the two of you recovered, your whole body felt tingly and numb with adrenaline, exhaustion, and pleasure. Eventually, you turned to him...."Holy shit, Jon.... Holy. SHIT" was all you could get out.

Jon let out a dark, deep chuckle. "You LIKED it?" he asked, curious.

"Um.... you scared the shit out of me. For real," you admitted.

Jon turned to look at your eyes. You met his gaze and his eyes looked normal again......a bit apologetic.

"You said freak you out... But….Yeah, I went pretty fucking far, huh? Too much?" Jon asked you softly.

"Ummmmm.... it was a lot," you admitted, still shaking as you recalled the moment he caught you in the woods the second time. You had felt genuine terror.

"But..... I have NEVER cum like that. I --- I..... I LIKED it," you slowly admitted.

Jon's face lit up. "Mmmmm....I liked it too. I LOVED taking you on that ride....A LOT" Jon admitted. There was brief silence and soft laughter between the two of you.

"That...... breath hold thing. Wow..... that was trippy," you replied.

Jon let out another deep chuckle, shaking his head.

"WHY the hell did I cum so much harder when I held my breath like that?" you asked with genuine curiosity.

"The French call an orgasm 'the little death," Jonathan explained. "Their philosophy is: every time we cum, we die a little. You can make the feeling of an orgasm even stronger if you hold your breath when you cum," he said.

He turned to face you, sleepily and satisfied.

"I REALLY liked dying a little with you tonight," he whispered.

"I REALLY liked dying a little with you too, baby," you whispered back.

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