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Words: 6,924 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the prison Warnings: language, mild gore (killing walkers), really none! it's mostly fluff! Summary: Daryl realizes how touch-starved he's been and exactly who he wants to satisfy that with. Really just sweet, vulnerable Daryl.[he is baby in this fic 100%]

Daryl startled awake, shooting straight up on his bed.

“Wow! Sorry! I was trying to wake you up gently!”

He looked up at her with a steely glare. Then he let out a sigh and his shoulders slumped, the frantic alarmed feeling passing quickly as he realized it was just Carol. “The hell ya wakin’ me up for at all? I didn’t fall asleep until the sun was nearly up,” he growled, swinging his legs down over the edge of the bed and planting his feet on the floor. He still had his boots on.

She gave him a sympathetic look. “Sorry… but I really could use a hand. The water line is clogged up with mud again. The others are going to keep the herd on the fence occupied and thin the numbers down while I try to clear it. I could use you to watch my back.”

Daryl nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, alrigh’. Just gimme a few minutes. I’ll meet ya out in the yard.”

“Okay, Pookie” she teased him, smiling. She reached to affectionately smooth a hand over his tousled hair but he deflected it hurriedly and shot her another look that made her laugh. “I’ll see you in a minute,” she chuckled.

“Yeah, go on and get outta here… Pain in my ass,” he grumbled, climbing to his feet.

As Carol’s footsteps retreated outside his cell, he glanced at his reflection in the cracked mirror hanging on the cell wall. His hair was a mess and he did what he could to hastily smooth it with his hands before abandoning the effort with a grunt. He hurriedly grabbed his crossbow and fixed his knife in its sheath at his hip. Relacing his boots to make sure they were tight, he called it good and made his way through the prison.

As he stepped outside into the sunlight, he could already see that things were busy despite the early morning hour. Rick and Carl were in the garden plots with Hershel and everyone else seemed to either be chopping and stacking firewood or working down on the fence. It was rare for Daryl not to be the first one awake and it left him feeling off-balance. He hadn’t been sleeping hardly at all and it must have finally added up to pure exhaustion since he’d actually caught a few hours until Carol woke him.

His blue eyes, squinted against the light, searched for you out of subconscious habit. He spotted you alongside Glenn and Maggie on the fence. He felt his heart skipping a beat.

The gravel crunched under his boots as he headed to meet Carol who was waiting at the gate that led to the alleyway between the fences. She greeted him with a tight smile. “Ready?”

“Yep. Good to go,” he replied.

Carol opened the gate and Daryl followed her in. Soon they were passing by you, Glenn, and Maggie putting down walkers through the chainlink.

“Are you alright, Daryl?” Maggie called out, shading her eyes with a gloved hand. “I thought maybe you were sick or somethin’,” she said.

“Yeah, unusual for any of us to be up before you,” Glenn agreed, leaning on the metal rod in his hand.

“Christ, ev’rybody’s got somethin’ to say about it,” Daryl retorted. “Can’t a man get a couple hours of sleep for once?”

You turned after putting down a particularly large and loud walker, gore dripping off the end of the sharpened makeshift spear in your hand and you wiped at the stray strands of your hair that were sticking to your face with your arm. You skin was already glistening with sweat despite it being far from the hottest part of the day. You smiled at Daryl, squinting against the sun. “I didn’t say anything,” you laughed.

“Yeah, well thanks for that,” Daryl said, meeting your eyes. “Yer the only damn one…” He gulped, always a little nervous when your full attention was on him.

“Alright, alright,” Carol said, laughing. “I think we’ve teased poor Daryl enough for actually sleeping. Just keep the herd down this end, away from the water line, okay? We’re heading out to clear it now.”

You all nodded and returned to the task at hand. Daryl couldn’t help glancing back at you over his shoulder a few times, until he slipped out of the hole to the outside behind Carol and closed it back up behind him, lacing the sturdy wire back through the fencing and pulling it tight.

Carol pulled the water line up out of the creek and began twisting apart sections of it to clear out the mud and muck. “Yuck… no wonder we were hardly pulling any water in,” she said, shaking a particularly large chunk of red Georgia clay out of the nozzle.

“Mhm,” Daryl hummed, chewing on his bottom lip. His eyes scanned the surrounding tall grass and trees for any approaching stray walkers, but he found that they continually seemed to return to you on the fence almost on their own.

“Hey. Hey!” Carol was suddenly laughing. “Did you hear me?”

“Huh?” Daryl’s eyes snapped back to her. “Sorry.”

She cocked an eyebrow at him and a small, perhaps slightly knowing, smile curved her lips. “Distracted?” she asked.

He shifted. “Are ya done?”

Carol laughed to herself again and dusted off her hands. “Yeah, I think so.” She walked back to the stream with the end of the hose and dropped it back into the creek. “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?” she asked as the two of them started back up the slope toward the fence.

Daryl shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe work on my bike. Probably due for a tune-up,” he drawled, slinging his crossbow back over his shoulder.

She nodded. “Sorry I woke you up. I was shocked you were still sleeping to be honest. I waited around a bit but—"

“Nah, s’alrigh’. I probably needed to get up anyway,” he replied, glancing ahead toward the fence again. The herd of walkers was dwindling with the efficient work of you and the others but the bodies were piling up on the outside now. Clean-up duty would be needed.

“Well, you should head inside and eat something,” Carol said. “I know you haven’t had anything yet today.”

He ran a hand back through his hair and nodded. “Yeah… maybe in a bit. I think ‘m gonna start pilin’ up those carcasses. We’ll need to burn ‘em later and it ain’t no good havin’ ‘em up against the fence, attractin’ new walkers.”

Carol stopped. “Oh. Yeah, true. I’ll help. Looks like they’re about done anyway,” she said.

He nodded and they strode over, dew down in the longer tufts of grass wetting their boots and hems. There were maybe six walkers left clawing at the fence and they were quickly cut down to three as he and Carol approached on the outside. Daryl pulled his gloves from his back pocket and tugged them on as Carol walked over, watching the last upright body fall onto the pile a moment later.

“How’s the water line?” you asked, gripping the fence, the tips of your fingers poking through.

“Should be all cleared out now,” Carol said. “Nice work,” she said, referring to the pile of bodies at her feet. “Daryl and I will start pulling these away from the fence and piling them to be burned.”

“Alright. I’ll come help,” you said, setting down the metal rod you’d been wielding and briefly wiping at the sweat glistening on your forehead with your forearm again.

“You sure? You’ve done more than your fair share of hard labor today,” Carol said. “Looks like Maggie and Glenn are already heading back up to rest.”

“Yeah, it’s alright. I don’t mind,” you said. “It’ll go faster with three of us.”

“Alright. Come on out! Thanks,” Carol said, giving you a grateful smile.

You nodded and hurried to let yourself out the makeshift opening to the outside. Daryl had already dragged away four bodies in the time it took for you to make your way over. You offered him a wide smile that had his heart jumping and he paused before he grabbed another walker, lacing the fingers of his gloves together in a nervous gesture. “Ya alrigh’?” he drawled. “Ya ain’t gotta help with this. Ya did a lot of work on them from the other side,” he said. Your cheeks and chest were flushed red with heat and effort and the cotton of your t-shirt was clinging to your damp skin.

You shrugged. “I’m all good. It’ll get done sooner this way,” you said. He watched your eyes flickering up over his face a couple times and he became suddenly self-conscious.

He cleared his throat. “What?”

You laughed lightly. “Oh—it’s just—you’ve got this one piece of hair sticking up—it’s been defying gravity since you first came out here. I’m just a little surprised it’s still hanging in there,” you joked. You pulled your gloves off and stepped up to him. “It’s just sticking straight up,” you laughed again, attempting to smooth it gently.

An electric shiver ran up Daryl’s back as your fingers combed through his hair. “What’s it matter?” he drawled, attempting to sound gruff and not what he was actually feeling… which was completely jittery. “Ain’t like ‘m tryin’ to win a beauty contest out here.”

“Oh, so you want to be a unicorn? Got it,” you teased him, redoubling your efforts and using both hands and your fingernails to try to combat the stray strand, but it only sprung right back up. You laughed again, your eyes crinkling at the corners. A fluttery feeling burst between Daryl’s lungs. You sighed and shook your head, stepping back and crossing your arms, surveying him. “Nope. Won’t cooperate. I guess you are stuck as a wild unicorn today,” you said. “At least until it comes in contact with a wet comb.”

“Comb? I dunno if I’ve even got one of those,” he joked. “Thanks for tryin’,” Daryl said, half-sarcastically. You only flashed him another grin. You pulled your gloves back on and headed back to the fence to grab a walker. Carol stopped beside Daryl and he grabbed the body she was dragging by the ankles and helped her swing it onto the newly-formed pile. She gave him an appraising look when she stood up, her eyebrows lifting slightly. “What?” he asked.

“No, nothing,” she said, smiling vaguely. But it certainly wasn’t lost on her that when she had attempted to ruffle his hair, her hand had been pushed away brusquely.

Daryl ducked his head and went back to work. You were still at the fence when he walked up beside you. You were attempting to untangle a disgusting mass of limbs to pull a single walker out. Your nose wrinkled and you let out a noise of disgust. “I don’t think I will ever get used to the smell of them,” you mused aloud.

Daryl looked up, about to respond, but suddenly your feet went out from under you and you were landing hard on your back, all the breath pushed out of your body. “Y/N!”

There was a surprisingly strong hand that had emerged from the pile of bodies gripping your ankle and low, muffled growls emanated from a walker beneath the heap that was not quite dead.

Daryl jumped into action immediately, stomping his boot down onto the grasping arm until it released you and then quickly tugging you away by gripping you under the arms. He collapsed down on the ground behind you and you came to rest partially against him, still gasping for air as your lungs had not yet returned to normal, still seized up from the fall. You found yourself completely unaware that you were laying back against his chest as you just focused on trying to breathe. Daryl didn’t dare move.

Carol came running over at full speed. “Oh my God! Are you okay?!”

All you could do was nod urgently, unable to talk still. You pressed a hand to your chest and willed your lungs to start drawing in air again. Your heart was pounding.

“Fucker didn’t scratch ya ,did he? Please, tell me he didn’t…” Daryl gasped. “Carol, check her ankles quick!”

Carol quickly bent over you and looked, sighing with relief. “No, she’s clean.”

It was about that time that your lungs started working again and you realized you were sort of on top of Daryl. “Oh, shit,” you breathed, sitting up and turning. “I’m sorry. I—I’m leaning on you,” you said hurriedly.

Daryl shook his head, his brow still furrowed deeply. “S’alrigh’. Are ya okay? Ya sure?”

You nodded, trying hard to slow your breathing and heart rate. “I’m okay. Just startled me more than anything.”

Daryl climbed to his feet and offered you his hand. He pulled you up. You both watched as Carol kicked a body aside and plunged her knife into the head of the walker that had grabbed you and was still moving. “Got him,” she said, straightening up, her knife dripping blood onto the grass.

It was then that you realized your hand was still in Daryl’s. He hadn’t let go. You could feel the calluses on his palms from digging with the shovels the week before and the calluses on his fingertips from drawing back his crossbow. His thumb was closed gently over the back of your hand. He seemed to have realized then that the moment had passed when he should have relinquished his gentle hold on you and he suddenly drew back, wiping his hand on his pants as if that would rid it of the electric tingle on his palm. “Are ya sure yer okay?” he asked again.

“Fine. I’m fine… just knocked the wind out of me for a minute,” you said.

“How was that one not dead?” he growled, moving to peer down at the body.

“Here,” Carol said, pointing at the neck. “Looks like whoever was trying to put it down just missed the back of head.”

Daryl straightened up, looking worried still. “We’ll have to remind ev’rybody to be more careful on the fence. What if somebody had gotten bit ‘cuz that fucker wasn’t quite dead?”

“It could’ve been my fault,” you said quickly. “I was working the fence too.”

“Well, I doubt ya need the reminder now,” Daryl said seriously, giving you a concerned look. You only nodded. “Look, why dun ya just head back up to the prison for a bit. Get outta the sun and get some water.”

You cocked your head as you looked at him. “What? No,” you laughed. “You think that’s enough to scare me off? Hell no, Dixon,” you said, already smiling at him again. “Let’s get this shit done.”

Carol smiled and shrugged. “You heard her, Dixon,” she teased, leaning down to grab another corpse by the wrists and pull it away.

The pile moved away from the fence and ready to be burned, you and Carol were about to start back to the prison when there was a rustling in the brush nearby. A scraggly looking walker wandered out and started toward the group of you, reaching up with hands that were missing several fingers.

Daryl unsheathed his knife with a well-practiced movement. “I got it,” he said, jogging over to put it down with a skillful stab to the head. He paced back, wiping his knife on his pants. “I’ll ask Rick where he put the gas/oil mixture for burnin’ this later. Ain’t no reason we gotta do it in this sun. Let’s head back up,” he drawled.

You nodded in agreement and pulled your gloves off, glancing at him with a half-smile. “Hey, do you have your bandana on you?” you asked.

“Mhm,” he said pulling it out from his back pocket and offering it to you. “Why?”

You took it, stepped in close to him, and dabbed at a spray of blood on the side of his neck from the walker he’d just put down, wiping it away. “You didn’t feel it?” you laughed. “Apparently it was a juicy one.” You held his bandana out to him again.

“Thanks,” he said, feeling his face flush a little with heat. He noticed Carol watching the interaction with that same vague smile on her face. He ducked his head and cleared his throat. “Alrigh’. Let’s head back inside them fences… One close call is more than enough for today.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

When Daryl saw you again in a few hours, he could tell you’d cleaned up after your morning shift on the fence. Your hair was down, framing your face and was shining in the sun. There was no more sweat or grime clinging to your skin anymore. You waved as you caught his eyes already on you and he gulped as you made your way over.

Daryl, on the other hand, was still just as filthy as he had been when you all left the pile of walkers outside the fence behind, perhaps moreso. His hands were covered in oil and grime from working on his bike. He felt suddenly self-conscious as you stopped beside him in your fresh clothes.

“I was looking for you,” you said.

“Me?” Daryl straightened up next to his bike.

“Yeah. Carol said you haven’t eaten anything all day,” you said pointedly, your eyebrows lifting.

He shrugged. “Just ain’t gotten around to it yet, I guess,” he drawled, fiddling with the tool in his hands.

“I see. You’re just entirely too busy to take care of yourself?” you retorted. As you talked, you reached out and wiped away a smudge of oil on his forearm casually.

Daryl, however, couldn’t be casual about the spark he’d just felt from that little touch of your fingertip. It jumped up to his arm and seemed to have made its way to his heart, because it was now racing. He gulped.

“Well, what if I fix you a bowl of something and bring it out? You worked hard this morning. You should eat,” you said, cocking your head at him. “We can’t have you suddenly passing out out here and faceplanting onto the cement,” you teased him.

He fixed his blue eyes on you for a long moment. “Ya ain’t gotta do that. ‘M almost done out here. I can come in and—”

You grabbed his arm again and Daryl almost stepped backwards from the way his body seemed to react to your touch again. It was nearly overwhelming. “Daryl, what I asked was if you would eat it if I brought it out. It’s a simple question,” you said, shooting him a playful look. “So?” Your hand was still on his arm. It was light and gentle, but he could feel the softness of your skin. He stared at it for a long second and then managed to clear his throat enough to respond. “Y—yeah, I’d eat it, I guess.”

“Good,” you said, nodding. “I’ll be right back then.” You disappeared back inside.

Rick happened to wander by carrying the gas can for burning the pile of walkers just a minute later. Daryl was bent over his bike, muttering expletives under his breath. “Ho—watch out!” Rick said suddenly, and Daryl shot up as he felt Rick’s hand brush his back.

Daryl jumped, spun around, and shook him off. “What the hell, man?” Daryl growled.

Rick laughed and held his hand up, palm out. “Sorry! You had a huge horsefly on your back! You’re welcome.” He shook his head. “With that reaction next time I might just let you get bit,” Rick joked.

Daryl shook his head. “Sorry. Ya just startled me is all.”

“It’s alright,” Rick replied. “I’ll go take care of those bodies.” He gestured with the gas can.

Daryl nodded. “Alrigh’. Be careful out there. Fire will probably bring more of ‘em in.”

“I’ll take Glenn out with me,” Rick said, and then he was off.

A moment later you were back with a bowl of food for him. It was some kind of noodles with some venison and a few fresh tomatoes from the garden. “Alright. Break time, Daryl,” you demanded. “I need to make sure you actually eat, since apparently you won’t.”

Daryl tugged his bandana from his back pocket and mopped at the oil on his skin the best he could.

You set the bowl in his hands and your fingertips brushed his skin. You didn’t seem to notice. For Daryl it was impossible not to. “Thanks,” he murmured, grabbing a seat on a nearby concrete block.

“No problem.” You came and sat down next to him, sighing good-naturedly and looking out over the green grass of the yard. Rick was just lighting up the pile of walkers outside the fence. A breeze was blowing the tops of the trees around, sending the leaves fluttering and changing their hues. Fluffy clouds drifted by lazily.

Daryl dragged a hand across his mouth. “Mmm. S’good. Thanks,” he murmured, hurriedly taking another bite. He hadn’t realized how hungry he was until he’d started eating.

You smiled at his voracious eating habits and leaned your chin on your hand, your elbow propped on your knee. You reached over again with your free hand and attempted to smooth that same stubborn strand of his hair that had been sticking up all day. Goosebumps rose up Daryl’s back.

“Thought ya gave that up as a lost cause,” Daryl said through a mouthful, holding absolutely still while your fingers were in his hair.

“I did. Was just… I don’t know,” you shrugged, smiling. “I kind of like it.”

He shot you a look like you were crazy.

“What?” you laughed. “It’s endearing!”

“Yer nuts,” he joked, ducking his head again and turning back to his food. He didn’t see you biting your bottom lip as you looked at him, a fond and soft light in your eyes.

_ _ _ _ _ _

That evening, most of the group was gathered around a bonfire out in the yard. You’d all roasted scraps of venison from a deer Daryl had shot the day before, supplemented with vegetables from the garden and everyone was full and happy. Carol was rocking Judith and cooing over her. Maggie, Glenn, and Beth were playing a rowdy game of cards. Rick and Carl seemed content to watch the people they loved enjoying themselves and you and Hershel were off to one side talking about plans for fall crops when cool season time rolled around again.

Daryl was the only one who had wandered away by himself and seemed to be standing watch on one of the guard platforms. You noticed his broad-shouldered silhouette against the sky and excused yourself.

He turned at the sound of steps on the rattling metal stairs and straightened up when he saw you come around the corner.

You looked up and smiled at him and his heart jumped. “Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hey. Everythin’ alrigh’?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. You came to stand beside him at the railing and leaned forward on your forearms. “You okay? Were we all too rowdy down there?” you asked.

“‘M good. Just thought somebody should be on watch, ya know?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, nodding.

“It doesn’t always have to be you though,” you said. “You take on a lot. You’re allowed to relax too. Your worth as a person isn’t tied to what you can do for the group.”

He looked at you with a semi-startled expression on his handsome face.

“And I see now that you needed to hear that,” you said your eyebrows lifting. “It’s true.”

You turned and looked back out over the shadows settling into the yard and the warm orange glow illuminating your found family.

Daryl was chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully. He lifted a hand to rub at his right shoulder, wincing a little as he rotated it.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nah, s’nothin’. I must’a tweaked it when I was movin’ my bike this afternoon. Tha’s all. S’fine.”

“Hmm. Alright. Turn around,” you said, straightening up.

“What?” Daryl asked, one of his eyebrows quirked up with the question.

“I said turn around,” you said again.

“Why?”

“Just turn around!” you laughed. “What, are you scared of me?”

“Maybe a little,” Daryl replied, a half-smile turning up one corner of your mouth.

Your hands landed on your hips and you cocked your head at him with attitude. He surrendered and turned so his back was to you.

Your hands landed gently on his shoulders and you worked your fingers into his stiff muscles. They seemed to melt beneath your touch. “You are tense,” you said. You moved to massage his sore shoulder and you could feel that one specific spot seemed particularly tight and inflamed. Your touch became gentler and Daryl’s eyes shut. He was almost leaning into the light workings of your hands. “How’s that feel?” you asked him.

All he could get out was a satisfied hum which made you smile.

“You definitely pulled something over here. You’ll have to go easy on it for a bit.”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Maybe ya can just keep doin’ that ‘til it’s all better,” he drawled.

You laughed lightly. “I take it this feels okay then,” you said.

“Mhm,” he hummed again.

You smiled to yourself. The man deserved a little TLC. After all, you had scared the shit out of him when that walker grabbed you. You’d never forget the sound of his panicked voice yelling your name.

Just then, there was more clattering on the stairs and your hands left Daryl’s shoulders as you both turned to look. Carol came around the corner and stopped short. “Oh—sorry. I hope I’m not interrupting, um, anything,” she said, smiling.

You felt your cheeks flush and Daryl was feeling the same thing in his chest and face. “No. Not at all,” you said, leaning back against the railing.

“I was just looking for Daryl,” she explained.

“You found him,” you said. “I should head back down and see if Rick needs help getting Judith down for bed anyway.” You glanced back over at Daryl and gave him a small smile. “Night. See you in the morning. Night, Carol.”

Daryl watched you go until you disappeared into the deepening darkness. Then he felt Carol’s eyes on him. He turned at looked at her and her expression and postured, crossed arms and all, could only be described as smug. “What?” he asked, nestling the edge of his thumbnail in between his teeth and biting down.

“I’m really sorry if I did interrupt something,” she said pointedly.

“Interrupt what?” he drawled, a little irritated.

She rolled her eyes and shook her head at him. “Let me just ask you something. How come eight out of ten times if I go to ruffle your hair or wipe a smudge of something gross off you, I get my hand smacked away, but Y/N always seems able to make contact, hmm?”

Daryl’s brow furrowed. He simply stared back at her. Internally though, his mind and his heart were working in overdrive.

Carol laughed. “You don’t have to answer. I think we both know why,” she said with a satisfied smile.

Daryl sighed and ruffled a hand back through his wavy hair before resuming his position leaning on the railing next to Carol.

“You do like her though, don’t you?” Carol asked.

Daryl only continued to stare out over the dark yard, chewing on his bottom lip in that signature way of his. Carol’s smile widened and she nodded.

“I thought so.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

“Well, you beat all of us awake again today. I guess everything is back to normal,” Glenn said, kindly reaching out to give Daryl a friendly pat on the shoulder as he passed him. The archer flinched and Glenn gave him an apologetic look. “Sorry,” he said quickly.

“Oh—nah, s’alrigh’,” Daryl drawled. “Just startled me… And yeah. Hope ya slackers had a good snooze. Some of us gotta get shit done around here,” he joked, shouldering his crossbow and heading toward the door to leave.

You happened to be coming back in with Judith in your arms and Daryl nearly ran into you, stopping short to avoid the collision. You laughed and greeted him, one of your hands reflexively landing flush in the center of his chest and staying there until the two of you had side-stepped around each other.

Glenn came to sit beside Maggie again, handing her the cup of tea he’d just gotten for her. “Did you see that? How he flinched?” he asked, a little sadly, his head indicating Daryl before the archer slipped out the door.

“Mhm,” Maggie nodded. “But did ya see that?” she asked, a faint smile tugging on her lips now. She nodded toward you across the room where you were sitting with Judith.

Glenn shook his head. “No. What? I was at the stove.”

Maggie’s smile widened. “Daryl nearly ran into her. She put her hand out and it landed right in the middle of his chest and it stayed there until they made their way around each other. And it almost seemed like Daryl didn’t want to step away from her. He didn’t flinch. He may have even moved in closer. He couldn’t stop lookin’ at her,” Maggie said.

Glenn nodded slowly, his eyebrows lifting as realization dawned on him. “Well, last night… the two of them disappeared from the bonfire... You don’t think—?”

“I don’t know,” Maggie laughed jovially. “But if they aren’t, they should. Daryl needs that. And he’d be good for her too. He’s always been so protective of her and you can just tell there’s somethin’ there.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

It was late afternoon when you spotted Daryl taking a break out in the yard. He was sitting on the stump used to chop wood, the axe leaning up against the wood pile nearby. Having just finished sorting some of the newly discovered supplies with Carol, you were ready for a break yourself.

“Hey,” you greeted him, tugging another round of wood over next to him.

“Hey,” he returned, watching you take a seat beside him. He found himself wringing his hands a little nervously.

As you settled in next to him, your arm floated behind him for a moment, your palm gently rubbing across his shoulder blades, almost giving his back a gentle scratch, and then tapering off down his spine in an affectionate gesture. Daryl froze, fluttering bursting to life in his chest again. Electric tingles ran up his back. He swallowed hard. “Why d’ya do that?” he asked suddenly.

You turned and gaze him a questioning look, the small smile dying on your lips. “Do what?”

“Ya know, ya rub my back or—or try to smooth down my hair—”

Your eyes went a bit round and then your brow furrowed, casting shadows over the rich color of your irises. “Oh. Does it bother you? I’m—I’m sorry, Daryl. I probably should have asked you if you were okay with me breaking the touch barrier like that with you. I’m really sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. I won’t—”

“What? No. No, it doesn’t—I, uhh—I just mean—” Fuck. How could he explain this without having to confess all his deeply held feelings for you on the spot? “It’s—it’s nice… is all,” he finished lamely.

Your expression relaxed. “Yeah?”

He nodded, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. “I just—I ain’t ever really had anybody that—that did that kinda stuff with me, ya know? I mean—” he broke off. He didn’t want to go there. He’d had sex. He wasn’t completely inexperienced, but it had never felt anywhere near as intimate as your fingertips brushing his arm did.

Your lips formed a soft pout and the worry lines in your forehead reappeared. “You mean, touched you… affectionately?”

He nodded a little, keeping his eyes fixed toward the horizon, unable to look at you in that exact moment. “Yeah.”

Your heart ached. You nodded. “I see…” you breathed. You paused thoughtfully for a moment. You thought of all the people in your past who had touched you with love of all kinds—your parents, your best friend, hugs from extended relatives and friends, playfully holding hands as a child, touches with past partners… To think Daryl had never really had any of that broke your heart. You turned toward him and your fingers landed lightly along his jaw, gently turning his face toward you so you could see his bright blue eyes. You clasped his face for a moment and his eyes closed for just a split second. He actually leaned into the touch of your palm and you felt another pang in your chest. “I’m sorry,” you said softly, your fingertips trailing off his skin. “You should have had people your whole life touching you with love and friendship and care. And I’m so sorry you didn’t. We all need touch. It’s something fundamental to us as humans.”

You were close together, your knees almost bumping together.

Daryl’s eyes flickered between yours. “Yeah… I dun think I realized that until—pretty recently,” he said. “But ya don’t, uhh—I mean, I’ve noticed ya don’t… do the same thing with ev’rybody. I mean—not—not exactly the same,” he ventured.

“You noticed?” A small smile came back to your face. “No. You’re right. I don’t,” you agreed. You gave him a significant look and his heart began absolutely pounding in his chest, like he was running for his life, hard and fast.

“Oh…” he drawled, his eyes going suddenly unfocused.

“Yeah,” you said with a laugh, your cheeks heating with a blush. “Um, listen—come find me after dinner tonight. I’ve got first watch in the guard tower. Alright?” You stood and Daryl found himself looking up at you, wishing you wouldn’t go.

He could ask you to stay… but he just nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “Alright. Tonight.”

“Great,” you said, flashing him a smile that made him glad he was sitting down already. You would have nearly knocked his knees out. How was he going to make it through the rest of the day? The waiting would be excruciating…

_ _ _ _ _ _

Daryl looked up at the guard tower and could see your silhouette out on the platform against the warm splash of color from the setting sun. Inside the tower, a lantern glowed softly, illuminating the windows. He made his way up the winding stairs, trying to swallow his nerves to the best of his ability, but he found it wasn’t much use. He wiped his hands on his pants, suddenly aware that his palms were sweaty.

He pushed into the tower and found the door out onto the platform standing open. You looked over your shoulder at the sound of his boots and smiled at him, before returning to leaning on the railing, staring at the hues of salmon and orange and deep reds blazing across the sky as the sun sunk behind the trees at the horizon.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” you asked, meaning the sunset.

Daryl licked his lips nervously, but he was looking at you. “Yeah,” he drawled.

“I like how the sky is never the exact same. No two skies are alike. Something is always different with the colors or the clouds or the particular shade of blue. It makes me feel like even though the world has gone to complete shit… it hasn’t really. You know?”

Daryl leaned onto the railing beside you on his forearms and drank in the scene, humming his agreement. “Mhm.” He nervously shifted. “Um… why’d—why’d ya ask me up here?” He couldn’t stand the strenuous anticipation and wondering any longer.

You turned giving him a sympathetic smile. “Sorry. You’ve probably been wondering all day. Well… I was wondering if I could kiss you and this seemed like a nice place to do it—private, nice view, stars will be out soon, unlikely to be interrupted…”

Daryl thought he must have heard you wrong. “Wait—what?”

You smiled at him, your eyes sparking with light. “I’d like to kiss you, if that’s alright?”

He stared at you. “Ya wanna kiss me?”

“Yes,” you nodded.

“Huh… well—what if I wanna kiss you first?”

You gave him an amused look, cocking an eyebrow at him. “Then, I’d say this works out for both of us?” you laughed.

He ducked his head for a moment. “Cuz I’ve wanted to kiss ya for—for a long time now. Prob’ly longer than you’ve wanted to kiss me,” he admitted. He shot a cautious look at your expression but you still just had that serene smile on your face.

“Daryl—” you said, stepping in toward him and gently taking hold of the front of his vest, “I don’t care who initiates it, but I’d like it to happen n—”

You didn’t get the last word out, because Daryl’s lips landed flush on yours and his hand was tangling into your hair, the other landing lightly on your waist. He seemed a little tense at first, nerves maybe, but quickly you melted into each other, your knees weakening, and he tugged you against him as your arms looped around his neck.

Your hearts were racing in time together and you were both breathless when you broke apart, pulling back only enough to breathe. Daryl’s fingers drummed anxiously on your lower back.

“Was… that alrigh’?” he asked.

“Alright?” you repeated. “It was perfect,” you said.

He looked relieved. “Good. ‘Cuz… it was for me too,” he said softly. “And I’d like to do it again, if tha’s alrigh’?”

You grinned and arched into him, crashing your lips against his. This kiss was fiery and hungry and you didn’t break apart for a long time. Daryl held your body firmly against his and the two of you moved without any clumsiness or reticence, reading each other easily and sinking into it.

The sun was now nearly completely gone and the first stars were appearing in the inky sky. The moon was rising. You bit your bottom lip, looking up at Daryl. “I was hoping you’d stay until my shift is over.”

“Mmm,” Daryl nodded, his hands still on your waist. “Alrigh’. But s’gonna be hard to keep watch with ya distractin’ me.”

“Well, there are two of us… only one of us really needs to be watching at a time,” you joked, laughing lightly. You stroked your fingers through his wavy hair, brushing it away from his face, and his eyes closed at your touch. “I brought a blanket up to sit on. Come on.”

Daryl settled down on it first and then nudged his head in a way as to request that you sink down against him. His arm draped behind you and landed on your hip. His fingers moved a little absently, feeling your softness and angles. “Thanks,” he said suddenly.

“Hmm? For what?” you asked, looking over at him and catching his eyes for a moment before he ducked his head and shrugged.

“For bein’ you and… bein’ the way ya are with me,” he drawled. He didn’t know how to voice that as long as he’d known you, every little touch you gave him, innocent or maybe more, felt like nothing he’d ever felt before, and he found himself craving it, craving you. But he’d never known for sure, beyond the doubt instilled in him, if it was one-sided or not. Now, he knew.

"You don't have to thank me. You deserve to feel wanted, Daryl. You are." You smiled at him and then tucked yourself against him, your head resting under his chin, your hand moving softly on his bare arm, leaving tingles in its wake. The last light of the sun disappeared and was replaced with the cool glow of the moon and endless stars, and the two of you soaked in each other. Daryl seemed more confident as the minutes passed and drank you in, slowly touch-starved no longer and hoping he would never be again.

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mamayan · 9 months

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oof your writing is so good 🙈 if your requests are open, would you be willing to write smth for dabi with a nervous virgin reader? Maybe some fingering and petting, lots of praise and encouragement if you're okay with that!! I also wouldn't mind if theres a little dubcon scattered in there for flavour😳 Thank you!🙏

Fuck it’s his favorite— absolutely I will Nonnie♥️ Dabi is nothing if not the perfect gentlemen… sorta. Am I gonna get sued for changing his words in this manga panel? I got carried away with this lol

Yandere Dabi x Virgin! Darling

tw: NSFW • Fem! Darling • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Implied Mental/Emotional/Physical Abuse • Dubcon • Praise • Virgin! Darling • BDSM • Fingering • Oral • Sex (M)(F) • Denial/Edging • Overstimulation • Dacryphilia • Unprotected Sex • Creampie

The front door slammed loud enough to reverberate around the apartment.

You sat facing the small tv, the screen playing some sort of cartoon with the volume on low, unmoving even as the thuds of his boots against vinyl faux wood flooring became louder. You were curled around your legs, pulled to your chest as your bare feet seemed to absorb the cold around you, icy skin keeping you grounded. Only a thin ratty oversized t-shirt and tiny shorts covering your body, despite the broken thermostat keeping the apartment at almost freezing temperatures.

Dark combat boots entered your field of vision, you numbly let your eyes flick up to take him in. He smelled like cigarette smoke and whiskey, the burning scent making acid bubble up in your stomach to your throat, but you meekly swallowed it down and gave a wobbly smile. “W-welcome home…” it was said with all the enthusiasm of a man walking towards his execution.

He crouches down to face you better, forearms resting on his knees as he levels you with a… soft look.

It has chills shooting down your spine, your stomach rolling and clenching while your chest heaves with anxiety. He’s not a soft man. He’s never been soft, not really, only in strange sporadic moments does he gently do anything to you, but it’s always followed by something sinister. Always.

“Hey pet, you cold?” He’s sadistic and cruel even on a good day. His words immediately making your eyes burn as you try to stop the impending tears. You’re always cold, left freezing locked up until his return, your only source of comfort and warmth him. It was a nasty play, logically you knew it, but logic was what got you hurt so you nodded despite the itch in your heart begging you to hold out a little longer. “M’cold…” you assent, unable to see the defeated dull look in your own eyes, but he could.

“C’mere then,” his smile is so sweet, his staples hardly pulling and his usually vibrant eyes more subdued and gentle. You wanted him to stop whatever game he’s playing now. Whatever sick trick he’s got hidden to make your walls crumble around you. His arms spread open, his knees hitting the floor so he could straighten his spine, and his embrace looking so warm.

Like selling your soul to the devil, you caved. Pathetically nearly falling as you all but threw yourself into him.

The fire wielding psychopath was a lot of things, and sadly running warmer than a normal person was one of them. Just being close to him was like sitting near a furnace, heat radiating off him in waves it seemed. You had all the time in the world to hate yourself when he inevitably left you again to nearly freeze, for now you focused on getting feeling back into your limbs as you pressed yourself as close as possible.

His chuckle is breathy as he wraps you up easily, pulling you into his lap as he sits back on his ass now, your thighs on either side of his to let you be as physically close as possible. Well, almost as physically close as possible, because when you were so desperate for his touch like this, it’s hard not to think about you begging for him to really warm you up.

“Better?” He doesn’t really need to ask, not when you’re fighting to keep your hands from digging under his shirt and getting more body heat from him. Your little sigh of contentment adorable, and while his day was mundane, he did get to release most of his pent up frustration on some lowlife pieces of shit. He was in a good mood, but he’d be in a better one soon.

“Hn” your little affirmation quiet as you rested your cheek against the exposed skin of his collarbone, breathing him in and relaxing as your stiff muscles and joints soaked his warmth up greedily. You didn’t even fight when his hands began to smooth over your skin, up your calves and thighs to your ass where he gave a little squeeze. You put up no resistance, no screaming or fighting tonight it seemed. “You still cold?” His lips are right are by your ear, warm breath blowing over it and sending a shiver of something… different down to your stomach. The stale cigarette scent wasn’t as bothersome to you when he wasn’t being mean it seemed.

You let him pet and stroke your skin, warming you up gradually and shifting you both around until your core was against his stomach and he was flat on his back. He even lifted up his shirt and your own a bit to give more contact, the staples across his chest smoother than you’d initially thought.

This was all wrong and you were without a doubt being soothed into… something. Peace? A sense of safety? Whatever it was, you mentally kept yourself prepared. Even if his touch was soft and careful, you knew what lurked behind those pretty eyes.

“You stopped shakin’…” his observation was more of a statement, but indeed you had warmed up enough not to shiver anymore. He wasn’t usually so nice as to help warm you up like this, usually making you drop to your knees and cling to him while he heckled your behavior.

Your world flipped too quickly to react. Your back now on the cool floor with his body looming over you.

“You’re still cold though, aren’t you pet?” His smile isn’t nice anymore.

“D-Dabi please…”

“What’s wrong, you don’t want me to warm you up anymore?” It was a thinly veiled threat that had you nearly delirious with panic in seconds.

“N-no I do! I do, please don’t stop!” Your pretty eyes filling with tears made him bite down hard on his tongue, tasting blood as he struggles to keep himself calm. It’s you after all. You weren’t some cheap whore he screwed for a quick release. You were his.

That meant something. Whether it was good or bad was debatable and complicated.

“Then let me warm you up, it’ll be faster like this,” he’s not lying. Even as he laughs at the confusion and waring emotions on your face, he really isn’t lying to you this time.

His lips aren’t soft. The kiss nothing like the ones you’d sneakily shared with a crush under the school bleachers, that kiss was a bit too wet and slimy. This one was commanding. His tongue easily slipping into your mouth in your shock, happy to invade and taste you, to share the overwhelming taste of tobacco. Your hands are tangled in his coat, tugging lightly on the fabric as he devours your mouth. He pulls back when you start to struggle, and the sight of your swollen parted lips has his pants uncomfortably tight. His zipper digging into his cock now.

“Dabi—,” your voice is barely even a whisper, almost inaudible but he catches it and pauses as he looks down at you carefully.

The fact that he’s even being careful should be considered as a mercy.

“Please be gentle…” your lips twist into a grimace, the lame line the only thing your muddled mind can conjure. His snort of amusement not helping your wounded pride, but as he shrugs his coat off and looks down at you, his words give you pause.

“I’m going to make you forget everything bad tonight pet.”

He doesn’t elaborate. You don’t need him to. You don’t want this. It doesn’t matter though, because you never wanted any of this. His sanity not even in question, because he’s clearly out of his damn mind and has been for quite a while.

His shirt is next, revealing his chest in the dim light of the tv still playing quietly, the words not even registering as a language you understood. The damaged flesh leathery and colored a dark purple in contrast to his healthy skin. You lay limp and almost defeated beneath him, watch as his hands deftly remove your own shirt, and while it’s not the first time he’s seen you naked… this would be the first he’s touched you so intimately. Your breasts exposed to the cool air harden quickly, his smile predatory as he leans over your chest to flick one with his tongue.

The sensation shoots straight to your pussy.

“Pretty little pet, are you scared?” His question is rhetorical, but you hate how he just seems to know your thoughts and feelings. So much so you wanted to ask if he hide a second quirk. In a last act of defiance, you shake your head. You are scared, terrified of what else there even is to lose because this evil man seems determined to take and have all of you. He’s insatiable for whatever you have, like a vampire taking the life right out of you. Except he won’t kill you, even if sometimes you wished he would. To end this game.

“Pfft, you look so serious,” his face is filled with only hunger and amusement, as he lets his rough palms rest over your breasts, squeezing lightly as he lets himself just take you in. His hands drag over your much softer skin, looking at the odd scar here and there left by his flames during the early days of your readjustment period. He lets one hand rest just over the mound of your pussy, still covered by the thin shorts that hardly covered anything. He’s quiet, and so are you, as you breathe and struggle to stay still for whatever this was. You imagined it to be more violent, less pathetic on your end, as if you’d given up without a fight.

Your tears of frustration finally broke and trailed down your cheeks, your brows furrowed and cheeks puffed as you try to stay silent and uphold whatever amount of dignity you had left. You wouldn’t beg him to stop, it only spurred him on. When his eyes looked back up, the image of you nearly drove him feral as he grinned, giddy with excitement in lieu of you crying. His snicker of approval only making you flinch back as his fingers hook inside the waist band of the shorts and your underwear.

“Keep crying pet. Maybe a hero will come to save you?” His words drip sarcasm as he now roughly yanks your bottoms down and off your body in one swift motion. You’re left completely nude and shivering as the cold seeps back into your body as you lay on the floor. “I don’t think any heroes even patrol this side of town anymore. Too dirty and messy, they can’t be bothered to save people here. So I guess that leaves just you n’me.” He’s not looking at your face, though he’d be elated to see the look of crushed hope painting your features, instead his eyes were trained on your tightly shut thighs. The soft skin a bit distorted from how hard you squeezed them closed. His dark hair falling a bit into his gaze as he easily digs his fingers roughly into your flesh to pry them open.

“Hii!” You cry of pain and shock adorable to his eyes as he gets an eye full in the dim light of your wet pussy.

“Better keep these spread pet, if I gotta open them again for you, I’ll give you a real reason to cry.” His eyes are fierce and foreboding as they meet your gaze, and fear keeps you compliant as you obey and keep your legs open where he left them. He smiles in approval, humming to himself as he begins to undo his belt and open up his pants.

He shifts to one handedly yanking his pants down to free his aching cock, his free hand moving to his open mouth to layer on his own saliva to his fingers. The wet digits brought to your pussy as you whimper, gently spreading your folds and admiring it as he grips his hard cock in his hand. You make the mistake of looking at it.

He’s covered in piercings. His cock long and thick, more so in the middle, with a slight upward curve… but there’s two distinct barbs through his dick on both sides, with the tip sporting one prominent one that had you wanting to disobey and close your legs anyway. It looked frightful and painful if anything else, and you briefly wondered if he did this to ensure his victims were thoroughly tormented at every step.

“Fuck look at you baby, so pretty like this aren’t you?” He’s gently poking and circling your clit, loving each little scared gasp and unsure look you shoot his way. He can tell it feels good for you, but with the uncertainty and fear factor of his looks and his cock, you’re wound tight in apprehension. He thinks it’s a beautiful sight on you. Your little sniffles and pouty lips captivate him into leaning over you again, licking your lips until you open and let him kiss you again. It’s languid and lazy like him, proving how good his mood currently is by how he’s taking his time with you. Your hands stay by your side, gripped tight into fists as you feel a finger begin to push inside of you.

He breaks the kiss the time, looking down to see you take his finger.

“Not so bad is it pet?” He wiggled and pushes it as deep as he can go, loving how your back aches and chest juts out in his face for easy access. He’s nice as he works you open with one finger, lavishing your sore nipples with licks and bites. You keep the moans soft and low, struggling to hate this like you thought you would.

It didn’t hurt at all. It felt good. That was the problem. Dabi never makes you feel good, he torments you like a cat with a mouse. That’s why he calls you pet.

So when he squeezes in a second finger and you moan louder? You nearly knock a tooth out slapping a hand over your lips in embarrassment.

“No you don’t,” his fingers rip free from your tight cunt, both hands gripping your wrists and pinning them with one hand above your head. He grabs his jacket, using the arms to make a makeshift cuff to lock your hands together. “Keep’’em right there,” he orders, and by his stern features you know he means it.

Tired of just testing the waters, Dabi crawls down your body in favor of bringing his face directly before your pussy. “Dabi?” Your head lifted to try and see him as he wraps his arms under your hips to hoist you up higher towards his awaiting mouth. “Been thinkin’ of how this pussy tastes for months,” he grins, letting his pierced tongue run from your dripping hole to your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body as your legs jolt and snap around his head.

You realize quickly and apologize, opening them to avoid any punishment.

“Good girl~” you don’t like how his praise warms you up further, your shaking now less from cold or fear and more from arousal.

He repeats his first few licks, before beginning to truly lavish your pretty cunt with his tongue and skills. Dabi isn’t actually an experienced man, most women fearful or disgusted by him for obvious reasons, but it wasn’t hard for him to figure out your reactions and follow the flow of your pleasure. The way you twitched and moaned, struggled to keep your hands in the spot he ordered you to, to keep your legs spread, he loved all of it. When your moans became high pitched whimpers and whines, and your muscles spasmed, he knew you were close.

“D-Dabi I think I—,” you were so close, core wound so tight you could snap at any second, and for the first time you liked what he was doing to you.

Until he stopped.

“No—!” Your cry was embarrassing, as you shook beneath him in horror of your own reaction. Panting and trying to catch your breath as your pleasure faded by the second, his Cheshire grin soaking up your disappointment eagerly. Of course he would, you felt bitter, even as he returned to licking and sucking your clit. Only when the build up returned did you relax again, moving your hips up a little as you neared the crest once more…

He stopped again.

“Dabi—!” Your indignant tone telling as you huffed, sweat beginning to dot your skin despite the cool temperatures, Dabi’s warmth even removed like this helping.

Your stomach ached with the urge to cum. “Something wrong pet?” His face said he knew what was wrong, but it seemed he wanted you to say it. Instead you stubbornly pressed your lips together, his shrug of nonchalance following as he returned to kissing and sucking, slower and more gradually building you up again.

Even if you mentally prepared for it, he let you get much closer to coming than the previous times, so when he pulled away, your legs clamped tight around his head to stop him. “Fuck, please Dabi,” you hated yourself. Hated how he held so much power over you.

If you didn’t look so cute, he’d probably punish you too for not listening.

“Please what?” You watch as he lets a drop of his salvia drip into your pussy, your trembling legs pushed open again by his hands as he stares up at you.

“P-please…” you didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to give him anymore of yourself but… “—please make me cum.”

He looks like that cat which got the milk. His satisfaction palpable as he laughs. “Well why didn’t you just say so? Since you said please.” His teasing tone muffled again soon by your wet pussy, his aggressive approach now much more intense as he eats you out with the purpose of making you cream his face now.

It doesn’t take long before the string violently snaps inside you, your orgasm intense and nearly painful as you come apart.

“Ah, yes, oh—,” you try to shift away, his tongue still laving your clit as he looks up at you, narrow gaze teasing and telling as you whine. “D-Dabi I-I already—ah please!” You almost bite your tongue when he sucks hard on your clit, your panic building with another orgasm. You moan, your head thrown back as your fingers grip and tug on the binding of his coat, hips shaking as you come again.

His lower face is soaked, but he can’t find it in himself to stop as he licks up all your release and noses your clit. Switching his assault to inside of your quivering hole, letting his wet hot tongue slither in, licking and poking your walls. He moans with you now, relaxing as he lets himself get comfortable, leaning against your thigh he has propped up now with his arm keeping you locked in position. He’s lazily feasting as you come again, this time breaking his rule and trying to push his face away with your hands still bound.

He doesn’t even stop then, just uses his free hand to grip the fabric and anchor your hands to your stomach as he continues to work you into another frenzy.

“S’too much! Stop! Stop Dabi! Please fuck, I can’t, ugh, no more—,” your pleas are ignored as he laughs, eyes crinkling as he watches you twitch and jolt with even the tiniest amount of pressure to your clit now.

“I thought you wanted to cum? Change your mind already?” You can hardly manage a full sentence, gasping for air like he’s choked you or something. He relents though, only because his cock is close to shooting his load even though he hadn’t touched himself while playing with you. Using his coat, he lifts your hands back above your head and scoots forward to let his heated cock slap against your wet folds. His hips automatically jerking a few times as his dick feels the soft wet heat your cunt is soaked in.

“You want my cock pet?” You look delirious and exhausted, sweat making your hair cling to your face as you briefly almost admit to being too warm now. Your both chilled and overheated as your sweat dries. Your blurry vision glances down to his throbbing length peaking at you from below, the heavy rod sliding back and forth through your slick and causing your pussy to twitch as he nudges your clit with it.

“S’not gonna fit…” his lip nearly splits on his smile, the cute admission only making him wanna shove it in you more to prove it will fit.

“You don’t think so?” His eyes look inhumanly blue from the cast of whatever show played on the tv now. One hand stays to keep your own pinned, while the other travels down your soft body to grip his cock and line himself up. “‘Cuz I think it will,” then he’s pushing in. His tip goes in easier as it gets crushed by your tight convulsing cunt, the rest engorged by blood feels painful as you cry, Dabi moaning as your gooey walls try to force him out. “I think,” one sharp thrust sinks a whole inch in, your eyes opening wide as tears spill freely, “I’ll get my entire cock in,” he pulls out only a little before shoving in a little more again. “And you know what else I think?” He’s leering down at you, manic grin frightening with the added shadows cast. You can feel his piercings, tugging and forcing themselves inside as he shifts and pushes, nearly stealing your ability to breathe.

“I think you’re gonna like it.” You can’t talk and he knows it, as his tip kisses your cervix, and then it’s bruising it as he shoves himself to entire way in, gasping in pleasure he sees himself fully sheathed inside you. His groin flush with your ass. Your walls so tight it feels impossible to pull out now. It doesn’t matter to Dabi though, as he grits his teeth and rocks forward and back, creating delicious friction on his cock. You’re left to sniffle and cry, pussy stretched painfully wide and aching deep inside from how his rough entrance.

“Poor little crybaby,” he chuckles, leaning closer to lick the tears off your cheeks as he finally gets himself wet enough to begin a slow pace inside you. “You’re so fuckin’ tight,” he growls, burying his face in your neck for a moment while he ruts into you, quick short thrusts working him close to his orgasm. His hand works between you, thumbing your clit as you cry and writhe beneath him, pussy clenching and relaxing as you’re forced to cum with something thick, hot, and painfully heavy inside your cunt.

“Shitttt,” his teeth sink into your neck, grunting as his balls draw tight and he pumps his boiling load deep into your womb, pushing even deeper as it twitched and spurts. Your legs locking and trembling as you see stars.

He stills for a moment, catching his breath quickly as he lifts up to look at your ruined appearance. Your face covered in tears as you pant, eyes nearly closed as struggle to stay awake. Your pussy even messier, slick and cum coating you both and the floor, a tiny bit of pink mixed too.

The thought that it was him who ruined your innocence, taken your first and last, has him hardening again inside you.

You can only whine, silently pleading for a break, but his answering smile is familiar and devious.

“C’mon pet, we’re just getting started tonight.” He chuckles, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming into you now. The shock woke you up fully, pussy protesting the rough treatment he sets as the room fills with salacious noises, your pussy squelching with each slap of his balls. The piercing on his tip hitting a new angle as he leans back and jerks your hips up off the floor.

“Oh!” Your vision goes black as you cum, and Dabi only laughs and fucks you harder as you pass out, loving the stupid expression on your fucked out face.

“That’s it pet, said I was gonna make you forget!” He’s emptying another load inside you not longer after, his own dick becoming a bit overstimulated but too engrossed fucking you to stop yet. With you half conscious, it’s easy to slip out and flip you to your stomach before sliding back in smoothly. “Fuck, you feel so good baby, taking my cock like you were made for it,” his words are slurred in his pleasure, his hips working against your ass as he drags his slick cock out of your pussy before working it back in. He’s even deeper like this, your belly and hips flat on the floor as he fucks you.

You can’t even remember why you didn’t want this anymore. The pleasure and warmth overwhelming and so perfect.

At least as he fills your pussy again, you don’t feel cold.

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itgetsdark-x · 1 year

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gruff dilf joel and younger snarky reader are sent on a mission out of jackson. they have a rough, long day of constant nitpicking and bitching (done worse by a shared horse). the reader is purposefully pressing his buttons because she wants to make him snap on her. they stop for the night at a safe house with one bed and filthy unprotected sex ensues. joel forces her into submission and her cockiness dissipates. super condescending and demeaning joel. breeding kink, pet names, the works 🙏🏼

A/N: what a return for me… pheewwww, this was hot to write ngl. I loved writing Joel as a bit more of an asshole and I just wanna say, I would do anything for snarky, gruff dilf joel… like literally anything. I hope this is okay for you, anon!

Summary: You were a skilled hunter, everyone in Jackson knew that and it often meant that you were sent out with someone just as skilled but not quite as young, Joel Miller.

Warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI! Breeding kink, praise kink, unprotected p in v, creampie, oral (m & f receiving), degrading talk (depends on how u look at it), implied age gap (not specified), just a lot of smut and swearing tbh

Characters: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 7.6k (lol, I’m sorry!)

Sunlight seeped through the threadbare curtains of your house, the early morning light drowning your soft skin as you slept peacefully. Three loud bangs drew you from your slumber and you let out a groan as you stretched your limbs out, rubbing the remnants of sleep away from your eyes.

“Get your ass up!” You heard the familiar voice shout from outside and you groaned again, shoving your face into your pillow.

“Fuck off.” You yelled, knowing the older male would be able to hear you through your open window.

“Would if I could.” He retorted. “I’m letting myself in through the back. Hurry up, sick of waiting for you.”

You rolled your eyes as you finally sat up in your bed, you heard the male enter your house downstairs and it immediately ignited anger in your bones. You stomped out of bed, grabbing your clothes and begrudgingly dressing yourself.

You gave your appearance a once over in the old mirror that hung pathetically on your walls and sighed at the dark circles under your eyes. After using your bathroom to freshen up, you traipsed down your stairs gruffly and shoved your feet into your worn boots.

“Why are you here at the ass-crack of dawn, Miller?” You hissed, scowling at the male who sat on your old couch, his dirty boots carelessly resting on the coffee table in the middle of your lounge.

“Aren’t you a ray of fuckin’ sunshine this morning.” He huffed. “Got a job to be getting on with, Maria and the guys gave me the instructions that we have to go run off some raiders. There’s a safe house half way that we can stay in tonight. Should be an easy job so long as you listen to me for once and get on with it.”

You groaned, loudly, as you bent down to lace up your boots; your old cargo trousers clung to the curve of your ass and thick, muscular thighs as you did so. Joel stood behind you, he couldn’t help but admire as the old material stretched as you moved.

“Why exactly have I been instructed to work with you?” You shot back, turning to look at the male.

Joel held a hand out as an offer to help you stand, you shot him a sour look, rolled your eyes and stood without a word. Joel clenched his jaw at your defiant behaviour and gently pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Do I look like I know, little girl? Look, I don’t wanna be working with you, just as much as you don’t wanna be working with me. So how about you quit your bitchin’, get the job done and go back to being a sour little brat by yourself.”

“God, I fucking hate you, Joel Miller.” You said harshly, shoving past him and bumping him with your shoulder.

You grabbed your backpack off the floor, it was the one you always used when going on jobs or patrols; it had all your necessities that you kept restocked. You opened your front door, and ushered for Joel to leave your house, he narrowed his eyes at you and walked out. You left behind him and made sure your house was shut up properly before walking down the three steps that lead to your house.

“Where’s the other horse?!” You asked, ludicrously as Joel swung himself onto the large horse.

“Only got allocated one, ‘lotta raiders and people sniffing around Jackson at the moment so they got a lot more patrols going on. Sorry kiddo, either you’re hiking all day or sucking it up and getting on with me.” He shrugged, patting the horse gently.

You sighed deeply to yourself, as if this job or day couldn’t get worse; you had to spend it with Joel Miller on one horse.

You had known Joel for a while now, since your first day in Jackson in fact. Him and Tommy found you stumbling around outside the gates of Jackson, whilst they were out on patrol, they saw you were injured and luckily, the people of Jackson allowed you to take residence within their community.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint when this long-standing feud started with the older of the Miller brother’s but it had been going on for sometime. You despised the male, he always acted like he knew what was best when it came to hunting or patrols, whatever he said was the golden way of doing things and it drove you insane. Maybe it was your twisted attraction to the older male that made your stomach twist and settle in deep anger; you hated the way your pulse would race when he was near or the way your eyes would hungrily drink in all the sharp lines of the males features. He was too old to be any good for you, you knew that and maybe, just maybe, that’s why you kept up this pretence of hatred.

Tommy was a stark contrast of his older brother; he had kind eyes and soft features, he actually cared about other people within the community. Joel on the other hand, he just cared about getting the job done and done right first time so he could get back home to Ellie, the kid he had arrived in Jackson with. You didn’t really care to ask how or why but Ellie, for what it seemed, was a cool kid and that you had spoken to a handful of times.

“Your choice but we gotta leave now, it’s a 50 mile ride east to the safe house and I don’t expect it to be an easy one.” Joel stated bluntly.

“Fine. Fucking fine.” You hissed, slinging your backpack onto your back and holding your rifle over your shoulder.

It was a known fact that you were one of the more skilled hunters and fighters in Jackson; you had been fighting for yourself your whole life, you didn’t have anyone to fight for you or to keep you alive so from a very young age, you had to do it yourself with whatever resources you could find. Joel seemed to hate it, he seemed to hate the fact that you were younger than him and seemingly, knew what you were doing.

That’s why you always got paired up together; Joel was skilled but older, you were younger and fitter but still on his skill level at handling your firearms.

You slung yourself onto the horse, holding Joel’s muscular arm for leverage as you steadied yourself on the back of the animal. Your body was pressed tightly to Joel’s, your legs meeting at the front as your torso pressed to his back. He gently kicked the horse and encouraged the animal to move.

You rode in silence through the town and out of the gates of Jackson. You watched your surroundings carefully, keeping an ear out for any nearby movement; you had heard the stories recently of people not making it back from their patrols. The raiders nearby were increasing and they were getting desperate for a fraction of what you all had in Jackson.

The peaceful sounds of nature filled your ears as you rode in silence; just the horses’ hooves on the soft ground and noises of nearby wildlife; birds chirped happily and it almost made you spit out a laugh. Those innocent creatures had no idea of the depressing state that the world lived in now, they couldn’t ever know what loss meant; your mind wandered and you felt the bitter acid of frustration rise in your throat.

“Wanna ease up on your grip?” Joel huffed, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What?” You spat before you realised your hands were gripping tightly at his waist; you eased your grip and kept one hand on him to steady yourself whilst your other hand rested on your thigh. “Sorry.” You mumbled sheepishly.

“What’s causin’ you to have the death-grip on me, anyway? Not normally scared ridin’.” He laughed smugly.

You shrugged, he felt the jolt of your shoulder so he knew what you did without seeing it.

“Natures just… funny.” You laughed sourly. “These birds, chirping away and living their normal lives; they ain’t ever known any different whereas we have, y’know. We’ve all lost something, someone and they don’t know shit. Just makes me angry.”

Your voice trailed off at the end, the images of your parents being taken from you when you were just seven years old played in your head like a worn out cassette. It was painful to constantly think of your mother’s screams as she was torn apart. Or the way your father hid you and told you to remain quiet and that was the last time you saw him.

“Yeah, well, that’s life, kid. It’s shit.” Joel shrugged back.

He never opened up about his loss, about his daughter, he didn’t see the need to. People who were closest to him knew and he remembered the beautiful memories of his daughter, for him, that was enough. He knew the way people whispered about him, he could even see the way some even pointed as he walked by. “There’s Joel Miller, yeah, Tommy’s brother, he’s the one that lost a daughter and turned up with that kid months after Tommy arrived with Maria.”

You didn’t respond to Joel, instead you huffed and went back to taking in your surroundings. You travelled in a, somewhat, comfortable silence for a couple of hours before Joel halted the horse.

“Why are we stopping? We’re in the middle of the Forrest?” You snapped, finger hovering over your trigger as you scoped out the landscape through your weapon’s scope.

“Needa eat, piss and you can take charge on leading the next stretch. Problem with that, little girl?” He snapped right back.

You sighed and reluctantly climbed down off the horse, you took the reins and carefully attached them to a nearby branch so your horse would stay secured whilst you all took a moments rest.

Joel grabbed food out of his pack and chucked a sandwich in your direction, you quickly caught it with one hand and shot the male a cocky smile.

“Gotta be quicker than that, old man.” You smirked.

He rolled his eyes and stretched out his back with a deep groan, he had himself turned away from you as he stretched. You eyes soaked up every inch of the male, from his salt and peppered locks, down to his broad shoulders and down even farther to the subtle curves of his ass and muscular legs. As he stretched a slither of tanned skin was exposed and you mentally cursed yourself for wondering what Joel’s body would feel like under your skilled hands. You couldn’t help as you wondered even further how the male would sound as he came, would it be gruff like his groans as he stretched out his aching limbs or would it sound more tender and soft.

You physically shook your head to rid the mental images that were drowning your mind and you absently took a bite of your food as your eyes still hungrily wandered over Joel’s physique. He turned back to you, catching your eyes and he smirked, knowing full well that he had just caught you checking him out.

“You alright there, darlin’? Lookin’ a bit flustered.” He chuckled, cockiness dripping from his voice.

“Fine. Just thinking about Grayson.” You lied. Grayson was your most recent boyfriend, well, fling. You had both agreed to use each other to scratch the itches that your hands didn’t satisfy anymore; he was fairly well known among Jackson, especially to the women there and you knew Joel hated the younger male.

“Sure.” Joel said, unconvinced but not willing to push the matter any further right now.

An icy silence fell between the two of you once again, you stared at your food and bitterly ate at it. Your eyes trailed up slowly and bored into the older male as he sat down on the ground to eat; your eyes followed the lines of his legs as he sat until they fixated on his bulge. Jackson was small, people talked, women especially talked. Joel wasn’t one to sleep around carelessly but even when the world had ended, everyone has needs and Joel knew how to fulfil them. You knew he had quite the reputation, apparently he had the equipment and he apparently knew exactly how to use it.

You finished your food and threw the wrapper to the side, you stretched your legs out with a delicate groan and leant back onto your arms, taking a moment to relax before you had to be cramped up on the horse again with Joel. Your mind wandered once again as the silence between you both persisted, you wondered how Joel’s rough hands would feel; how they would feel wrapped around your throat as his thick fingers fucked into you. Or how his cock would split you open as he pressed you down roughly to take every inch of him. You swallowed thickly, pushing the thoughts down as you gently squeezed your thighs together, trying anything to curb the throbbing between your legs.

Joel could feel your eyes on him, he could feel the intense stares and he couldn’t help but smirk as he finished up his food; he loved the fact that he could get you all flustered and frustrated by simply just being. It would be a complete lie if Joel hadn’t thought about you in that way but it was a line he hadn’t crossed, mainly because you both couldn’t stop arguing long enough to realise the tension that was thick in the air.

“We should get going.” You said gruffly, your voice shattering the silence abruptly. “Want to get to the safe house to actually sleep properly. Get your ass up, old man.”

“Old man.” Joel tutted, rolling his eyes.

He moaned as he arose from the ground, further cementing your comment on his age. You let out a sharp laugh and shot him a smug look as you slung yourself onto the horse.

“Pass me the reigns.” You said sharply.

“Please?” Joel asked.

“Yeah, thanks. Get on or get left behind.” You muttered.

Joel let out a frustrated sigh and simply passed you the reigns before climbing onto the horse behind you. He shimmed himself into place until he was comfortable, you could feel his thick thighs rub up behind you; you were so close to him now, it felt different than when you were on the back of the horse. You cleared your throat awkwardly and kicked the horse into action.

The soft sounds of the horses hooves in the mud filled your ears as all your brain could focus on was the feel of Joel grinding up behind you with every move of the horse. He kept a hand on your hip for his stability at times when the terrain proved bumpy.

You could feel yourself trying to shift in the saddle, feeling grateful every time you felt the seam of your pants rub against your damp core in just the right way. You bit back frustrated groans and the safe house couldn’t come soon enough, you would wait until Joel would fall into his usual slumber to relieve yourself with your own needy fingers.

The ride was long, excruciatingly so and that was only enhanced further by your own frustrations but Joel assured you that the safe house was just up ahead, only a few more miles. The sun was setting and your surroundings were growing darker by the minute, it was made you nervous but you persevered, not letting any weakness show to the older male.

“What was that?” You muttered, pulling on the horses reigns to halt the animal and you brought your finger up to your lips to hush Joel.

A twig snapped near you and immediately your hand was on your weapon, pulling the pistol from your thigh holster.

“Probably just an animal, keep moving.” Joel barked, annoyed at your paranoia.

“Joel, I’m not a dumb ass, that didn’t sound like an animal.” You snapped back, your voice a harsh whisper.

You sat there, your eyes still scanning the darkening scene as you held your pistol out and aimed.

“Shoulda listened to the little girl, old man.” An unfamiliar voice rang out, a silhouette coming into focus as your finger hovered over your trigger.

“Fuck off, walk away and I won’t shoot your brains out right here.” You spat, pointing the gun in his direction.

The unknown male whistled, the noise echoed throughout and suddenly, four more men came from the shadows; they were all holding various weapons, some with crow bars, some with bats and the leader, with a large knife.

“Oh boys, look at her, such a feisty and pretty little thing.” The male laughed, his voice sent sickening chills down your spine. “Whatcha reckon she’s doing with this old guy? Probably fuckin’ him so he don’t kill her.”

You felt your skin crawl and you shot a look over at Joel, your eyes flickered with panic as they looked back over at the men.

“Let the old man go, take me, I’ll do what you want.” You said quickly, knowing a distraction like that could help.

Joel looked at you ludicrously and as his hand hovered over his knife that was out of sight of the males.

“Whatcha say boys? You reckon we could use the pretty little thing… Depends I guess, how used up are you.” He snarled, the other men with him whistling and laughing as the leader spoke. “Wouldn’t want his,” he shot a look at Joel. “Sloppy seconds, don’t want a used up little whore.”

“I-I’m a virgin!” You lied, lowering your gun and slowly getting off the horse. You threw your gun behind you, away from the men and smiled as sweetly as you could. “I’m fresh, I promise. Not used at all.” You held your hands up in surrender.

The leader closed the space between you, with two large strides and he took a few strands of loose hair so he could twirl them in his fingers. He leant down to close the gap between you further and sniffed deeply. You closed your eyes as you cringed internally.

His fingers gently stroked down your neck and pulled your T-shirt forward so he could peer down your shirt, your stomach flipped with sickness and whilst he was distracted, you landed a hard kick to his groin. He groaned loudly and immediately fell to the floor, you took his knife and without hesitation, plunged it into the side of his neck.

“Fuckin’ crazy bitch.” He spluttered out as the life slowly drained from him.

The other men came lurching forward, immediately springing into action and Joel jumped down from the horse, knife in hand to help fight off the others. One of the men scrambled to pick up your gun, they quickly grabbed it and shot at you as you tried to fight him for it, the bullet missed you but managed to graze your thigh. As the loud bang rang loud in everyone’s ears, Joel was able to injure anotjer enough that the rest all dispersed off into the overgrown trees.

“If I see you again, you’re all fuckin’ dead. Hear me? Dead men fucking walking.” Joel barked as they scampered off, fleeing the scene.

You breathed deeply, holding your thigh as you fell to the floor; the fabric of your pants was ripped where the bullet grazed your skin. The burning was intense and you hissed as you ripped some fabric from your shirt to wrap around your leg.

“Let me.” Joel said, kneeling down to help.

You kicked your leg, pushing the male away from you and you shot him a sour look.

“I’m fucking fine, leave me alone. I’ve got it. Just get us to the safe house.” You hissed again, standing shakily.

You bent down to pick up your gun that had been thrown across the ground and you landed a final kick to the two bodies on the ground before clambering awkwardly onto the horse.

“You’re so stubborn. I’m just trying to help you.” Joel spat, his annoyance evident as he kicked the horse into a fast canter.

“Fuck off, Joel. Just get us there without getting us killed, yeah?”

“What do you think I’m doing?!” He bickered back.

The final stretch of the journey was short, although it felt elongated with the burning in your leg. You arrived at the safe house, looking at the exterior, you should wondered how it could even be classed as a house. It was a sad looking shack, the old and splintered wood of the its exterior looked as if it could give out any second.

“Is there supplies here? Medicines and what not?” You asked as you climbed off the horse, you tied up her reigns and watched as Joel grabbed the bags off the back harness on the horse.

“Should be.” He muttered and led the way, he cautiously opened the building and checked out the surroundings; it was dark now and he quickly flicked on the lantern that was situated inside.

The dull orange glow illuminated the small shack just enough for you to see one old, worse for wear bed in the corner and a small kitchenette area. Joel searched through the cupboards and found bandages and some old disinfectant.

You sat down on the bed with a groan, flexing your leg as you inspected your wound. He tossed the supplies at you and shut up the building, after giving the outside a final inspection of any nearby activity.

You had removed your trousers so you could better dress your dirty wound when Joel walked back in, he was pacing the creaky ground and pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“You were fucking stupid back there, with those guys. Could have got yourself killed.” He finally barked.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t see you with a better plan.” You snapped back, standing after being satisfied with your handy work.

“Watch your tone with me, kid.” He snarled, getting closer to you.

“Yeah? Or what? Whatcha gonna do, Miller?” You asked, squaring up to the older male. “I saved our ass back there and all because you were too chicken shit to do anything yourself. And I’m not a kid, so you watch your tone.” You accused, your slender finger landing some jabs into his shoulder.

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.” He bit back as he took your wrist with ease into his large hand and held it roughly.

You winced as he twisted your arm so it was behind yourself now and out of his general area. You took your free hand and shoved the male away from you, he took a couple steps back after stumbling from the force of your shove.

“Fuck off, Joel. You should just be glad I was there to save your sorry, old ass. You wouldn’t have been able to do shit by yourself.” You hissed in agitation and turned your back to the male.

You bent down to rummage through your pack until you found the spare set of pants you carried with yourself; you couldn’t see the way the older male’s eyes were fixated on the curve of your ass in your panties or the way his cock twitched in his own pants.

“Such a brat.” Joel spat. “Such a rude, fuckin’ brat. Someone should teach you some manners.”

You laughed as you stood once more and span to look at the male, your eyes were narrowed and you cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Oh yeah? Someone should teach me some manners?” You laughed and the male nodded, his hands balled into tight fists as his sides. “And who’s gonna do that? You? Like to see you try, old man.” You laughed once more, it was a condescending and loud noise, and it only seemed to anger the male more.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Joel smirked, voice cold and smug. “You’d be purring in my lap in no time, little girl. I see the way you stare at me, or the way you were rubbin’ yourself on the saddle earlier. Pathetic little girl. Should be taught some manners on how to behave properly.”

You lurched at the male, unable to control your anger anymore and you landed a loud slap to his face.

“You’re such a cunt!” You cursed loudly, shoving past the male.

He caught your wrist once more in a tight grip and pulled you back until you were stood in front of him again.

“You’re only angry because I’ve called you out.” He said calmly, his voice still oozing with condescension.

You opened your mouth to argue, to protest what he was saying but you didn’t have the chance because just as quick as you went to argue, his lips were pressing to yours in a hot and angry kiss. Joel weaved a hand around your throat and gently squeezed it as he kissed you. Your hands pawed at him eagerly, trying to strip any layers of clothing off of him as quick as you could.

He bit at your bottom lip roughly and you whimpered, almost immediately folding for him. The kiss was filled with all the pining that had surrounded you both for months, even when both of you never realised it; it was angry, hot and full of clashing teeth. It summed the two of you up completely. Still, even now, you were both fighting for dominance to command the exchange.

“Get on your fuckin’ knees.” Joel whispered against your lips, his hand still wrapped around your throat.

You wanted to protest and tell him to fuck off, you wanted to snipe back and tell him to do the same but the words weren’t forming and they soon died in your mouth; instead, you were sinking to your knees to obediently look up at the male. Slowly, he released the hand from around your throat and smirked down at you.

“Well,” he said, raising a brow at you. “You know what to do from here, so fucking do it.”

You looked at him with narrowed eyes and you opened your mouth to speak, before a sound could even leave he shot you another look, one that warned you to do other wise and you simply shut up.

You roughly undid his worn trousers, your fingers were trembling slightly and you just prayed that the man above you didn’t notice; you knew you would never live it down. You pulled down the old fabric of his pants and didn’t hesitate to the same with his boxers. His cock sprung upwards, it was hard already and your eyes drank in the curve of his shaft and the way his tip was already leaking a small bead of precum.

You looked up at him with a smirk, it was a smug move and you knew it, clearly he was far more turned on then he cared to admit and that made you feel proud.

“Whatcha waiting for, princess? Need me to spell it out for you?” He asked, holding your chin roughly to maintain eye contact. “Hm? Need me to spell out for you what it is that you need to be doing now? Poor little baby. I’ve heard some good things about this mouth now why don’t you put it to good use for once, rather than your incessant bitchin’.” Joel growled.

“Fuck you. Prick.” You argued weakly before obliging.

Joel still held your chin as he directed your mouth onto his large cock, you opened your mouth wide and slightly stuck out your tongue so his member could slide into the warm crevice with ease. You slowly started to bob your head up and down onto his cock and the male removed the grip from your chin, instead, he wove his thick fingers into your hair; he held on by the roots and tugged roughly to move your head.

“Fuck.” He groaned deeply, his voice sounding, somehow, even gruffer than normal. “That’s it, good girl. Take my cock, I know you can do better than that.”

You couldn’t deny that the way Joel spoke to you drove your crazier than it should have. Your core throbbed at the thought of having the male inside of you and it drove you to bob your head quicker onto his length, eager to earn more praise from him.

“Come on, that’s pathetic, little girl. I know you can do better than that.” He pushed your head down harder causing you to gag around him. Spit collected at the corners of your mouth and started to dribble down your chin has Joel controlled the speed of which your head was moving. “That’s it, god, fuck, wish you could see how pathetic you look right now. Spit dribbling down your chin as you take my cock like a good girl.”

You moaned around the male and fluttered your eyes shut as you concentrated on not choking on your own spit as Joel drove his cock roughly into your mouth until the head was hitting the back of your throat.

Joel roughly pulled your hair until your mouth popped off him, a long string of spittle connected you to his length and he simply looked down at you and barked out a laugh.

“Look at you,” he laughed again and your stomach bubbled with arousal and anger. “Finally being a good girl and listening to me. Maybe that’s what you need all along, isn’t it? Needed to taste my cock and find out what you’d been missing.”

“Asshole.” You hissed after sucking in a deep breath, trying to regain your composure.

“Hmm? Guess I haven’t managed to teach you any manners just yet, that’s alright baby, they’ll come when you do.” He smirked, taking your throat once more in his hands and pulling you up.

Your jaw tensed as you ground your teeth together.

“You seem angry, princess. Tell me, what’s up?” He cooed, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb.

“You’re such a prick, thinking you know everything all the fuckin’ time, well you don’t. Just ‘cause I sucked your cock doesn’t mean you’re in charge.” You muttered.

“Oh? It doesn’t? So I’m not in charge? So, if I said, oh I dunno… If you behave and do as you’re told, I’ll let you cum as many times as you want but if you don’t well then… No orgasms for you, princess.” He chuckled, slowly trailing his hand down your arm and across your clothed breasts before he stroked the front of your damp panties. “Your move, baby girl.”

You shivered at his touches, his fingers ghosted over your panties and it took everything within yourself to not grab his hand and just rub up against it like a dog in heat.

“Fuck.” You whispered, closing your eyes in despair. “Fine. Fuck.” You whimpered as Joel passed his fingers over your clothed heat again. “Fine! You’re in charge. Fine. Happy?” You yelled in defeat.

Joel laughed and kicked his boots off to the side so his trousers could follow suit. He peeled his jacket off before removing his old t-shirt, there he was, stood before you and completely naked.

Your eyes roamed the expanse of his naked skin and appreciated every inch; for his age, he was fit and not in a sickly way. He was slim but broad in his shoulders, his arms were thick from handling guns and weapons during fights and his cock, you didn’t want to admit it but you needed more of it.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the bed for me, spread your legs and show me that little cunt of yours.” He whispered in your ear before nudging you in that direction.

You nodded albeit a little dumbly and did as your were told; you removed your ripped T-shirt from over your head and pulled off the old sports bra that contained your breasts, they fell from the fabric and Joel bit back a groan as he took in your body. You stepped out of your panties, and tossed them to the side, a thick damp strip staining the gusset of them.

Joel’s hand pumped his cock slowly as he looked at you, his thumb rubbed the precum over his length and he hissed softly at the sensation. Your eyes were fixed on his as you slowly sank onto the bed, the tired springs beneath you creaked softly and you sat back, with your legs spread wide for the male. He could see your arousal from where he was stood, could see your sticky wetness that coated your slit already.

“Touch yourself.” He commanded and you shook your head, your cheeks flushed in minor embarrassment. “Hm? I don’t recall asking. Fuckin’ touch yourself and show me, show me how you make yourself cum when no one is around.”

Your hands stroked over your breasts, your fingers toyed with your nipples and you whimpered as you gently pinched the buds. You allowed one of your hands to travel lower and finally, dip between your wet folds. You gently sunk a finger into your wet heat and moaned, your head fell back as you pumped your finger slowly inside of yourself. After a few seconds, you added another finger and you whined at the feeling of your walls stretching around your own digits. Your head was still lulled back and soft moans fell from your parted lips, Joel stood above you and pumped his cock as he watched on.

“Look at me, I wanna see that pretty little face of yours as you fuck yourself for me.” He groaned.

You lifted your head and almost instantly your eyes met, you were both fixated on one another’s gaze and it made something deep in your stomach twist and bubble. You knew you were close and you sped your fingers up to draw your orgasm closer.

“Gonna cum.” You whispered, your breaths coming out in short and ragged spurts.

“Ask me.” Joel shot back, speeding his hand up. “Ask for my permission like the good little girl I know you can be.”

“Fuck. Can I — can I cum?”

“Can you cum… what?” He asked.

“Please. Please can I cum. Please, Joel. Fuck. Need it so bad, please.” You whimpered pathetically, your hand working hard.

“Mhm, good girl. That’s it. Fuckin’ look at me as you cum, that’s it. I wanna see your face when you cum. Good fuckin’ girl.” He cursed.

Joel’s praises were all you needed to nudge you over the edge and tumble deep into your intense orgasm, your toes curled and thighs shook as you kept your direct eye contact with the male. Explicit curses fell from your lips like flowing stream and you shook heavily as you slowly started to come down.

“Let me taste you.” Joel whispered, dropping to his knees and pulling you closer, he was careful to avoid your bandaged wound as he did so.

He pulled your fingers from your wet heat and sucked them clean, groaning as he tasted your arousal for the first time.

“So sweet. Tastes so sweet. All for me now, hm?” He asked and you replied silently with a nod of your head.

Joel ducked his head down and without a second’s hesitation, he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth; his tongue lapped at the bud roughly and you all but screamed at him. It was intense, your hand flew to his head to grip harshly at his greying hair and it only caused the male to suckle at your bud harder.

“Fuck. Shit. Fucking Christ, Joel.” You whimpered, your thighs trembling as he forced them open.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum with my mouth on your pretty clit.”

You barely had a second to recover from your orgasm, you barely even came down from it and here Joel was, ripping another out of you almost instantly. If it didn’t feel so good, you would have shot him a snarky comment about it.

Your fingers were shaking as they held onto Joel and your hips ground down to meet the males face harder as he elicited your second orgasm from you. Your hole clenched around air and you whimpered at the feeling of being so empty when all you wanted was to feel Joel’s cock inside of you.

He flicked his tongue over your bud once more for good measure as you rode out your orgasm. Your stomach was heaving with the deep breaths you tried to suck in, your legs were shaking and you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle Joel fucking you.

“On your knees, ass up and silence from you, I don’t wanna hear you arguing with me.” Joel muttered before he gently spanked your exposed pussy.

You made a small noise, the slap sending ripples through your body. You nodded and scrambled on your shaking legs to get yourself into the position.

Joel roughly manhandled your ass, he groped at the flesh roughly and spread you before he landed his hand down onto the smooth skin in a bruising spank. You let out of a yelp and tried to scarper away from his hands but instead he brought you back roughly and spanked you again but this time you let out a small moan.

Satisfied with the response, Joel took his length and gently pressed the tip of his cock to your eager, wet hole.

You whimpered and gently pushed your hips backwards, trying to encourage the man to hurry up but it only caused him to withdraw more and tut from behind you. You whined and shoved your face into your arms which were resting on the old mattress.

“Tell me how badly you want it, princess. Tell me how bad you’ve wanted my cock all day.” He groaned, rubbing his fat cock head along your slit, letting it nudge at your clit with every pass.

“Fuck you.” You spat out, not wanting to appease the male further.

“I will if you just tell me, come on, sweetheart. Look at you, your needy hole is all but begging for me. I know you want it, so why don’t you be a good little girl and tell me how badly. Come on.” He cooed.

You groaned and hid your face further into the crook of your arm, no one, not ever, had spoken to you like that during sex or sexual acts and you didn’t want to admit how much it was turning you on. You felt embarrassed at being so exposed to the male behind you and you felt your cheeks burning under his watchful gaze.

“Fuck, Joel. Please.” You whined.

“Please what? Hm? What d’ya want baby? Hm?”

“Joel, I’m not playing. Please. Please fuck me, I’ve wanted it so bad all day, c-couldn’t help but stare at your bulge earlier and imagine what it would feel like in me. Been soaked all day, was gonna wait until you were sleeping so I could rub my pussy and think about it. P-please.” You all but sobbed out, your voice sounded foreign as the words tumbled carelessly from your own lips. “I’m not even joking, if you tease me any more I’ll cum without either of us touching me and that’s just embarrassing for everyone. Please fuck me already, wanna feel your cum dripping out of my hole. Want you to fuck a baby into me.” The last sentence fell from your lips and you immediately wanted to withdraw. “I-I mean, I just. Fuck. Sorry. I’m just really turned on and I didn’t mean—.”

Joel didn’t give any more warning, he bottomed out into you with a deep groan and your fingers gripped at the sorry sheets beneath you both.

“Fuckin’ hell, princess. So tight for me. You want me to fill you up with my seed? Hmm? Wanna see if I can get you pregnant, huh? Bet you’d like that, filthy little slut.” Joel snarled, his hips pushing against your ass hard enough to leave marks.

He was relentless with his pace, his thick cock drilled in and out of your tight hole and you felt drunk, felt drunk on the high of your previous orgasms and felt drunk on the older male’s cock.

You couldn’t help but squirm under Joel, his strong hands held you in place to ensure you didn’t move too much.

“C’mon baby girl, quit your squirmin’ for me… gotta keep nice and still whilst I fuck my cum into you. Gotta make sure it gets nice and deep.” He groaned.

You clenched around the male as he spoke, his words causing your walls to flutter around him and you moaned softly, your head still buried deep into your own arm. Your fingers were still gripping at the sheets for dear life as Joel fucked into you, his own fingers gripped roughly at the soft flesh of your hips.

“J-Joel…” you whimpered weakly. “Please can I cum again? P-please.”

Joel smiled from behind you and released on of his hands so he could intertwine it into your messy hair; he pressed your face into the mattress below you and rolled his hips rhythmically. You whimpered under the pressure of the man and felt yourself fluttering around him, knowing that another orgasm was impending imminently.

“Mhm, wanna feel your pretty little pussy cum on my cock. That’s it, atta girl. Such a good little whore for me, aren’t you? Taking me so well. Mmm, so proud of you, good baby.” He cooed, pulling his cock out to rub up against your clit.

Your legs shook once more, the new sensation against your swollen clit driving you mad. He took his cock and roughly pressed it back into your wet heat and you groaned under him. You slid a hand under your bodies so your fingers could rub eagerly at your own clit, Joel noticed it and pressed your face hard into the rough fabric underneath you.

Your fingers circled your clit and within seconds you were falling apart at the seams, you came around the male and your walls sucked him in deeper as you did so.

His name fell from your lips like a spoken curse as you fell apart, your weak body collapsed as your orgasm ripped every shroud of energy you had left in you. Joel didn’t seem to mind, he more felt a sense of pride that he had this effect on you.

He took both of your hips into his hands once more and sped his hips up, hungrily chasing his own high.

“Such a good little pet for me, so beautiful when you’re fucked out. So obedient for me. Fuck. So good. Should fuck my seed into you so we can see you get all full and round, let everyone know in Jackson who you belong to. Eh? You like that?” Joel mumbled, his words barely stringing a sentence together between his ragged breaths.

You nodded under the male eagerly and moaned weakly. Joel chuckled as he looked at your spent face and you clenched around him once again, that was all he needed and he was tumbling into his own orgasm. Joel bottomed himself out and held himself there, anchoring himself to you by your hips as you felt the first hot spurts of his cum coat your insides. You whined at the sensation of being so full of the male.

“Fuck…” you whispered.

Joel laughed gruffly as he collapsed on top of you, he barely held his weight up as he tried to suck down some deep breaths. After a few seconds, Joel finally built up the courage to collapse onto the sorry mattress next to you. The springs creaked loudly as he did so and you rolled onto your back with a wince, you knew you would be sore tomorrow for more than one reason.

“Fuck!” You repeated, your mind slowly coming to terms with what just happened.

“Not so cocky anymore, are you?” Joel laughed, leaning up on his elbows to peer down at you.

“And yet, you’re still an asshole? Unbelievable.” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“I prefer the term, consistent, darlin’.” He shot back, smugly before he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

Joel got off the bed with a groan and quickly threw his clothes back on.

“Take the first sleep, I’ll keep watch. Tomorrow we’ll go find those fuckers from today and make sure they don’t get anywhere near you again.” Joel said, softer this time.

“You take the first sleep, y’always fall asleep on watch anyway. Old man. Can’t imagine how tired you are after fuckin’ that hard.” You teased back.

“For once, just for once could you just listen to me and do as I say?” Joel huffed.

“I just did… dunno if you remember? Your cock was inside of me? Pretty good. That’s all you’re gettin’ from me.”

“Only pretty good? Huh…” Joel mumbled as he watched you dress yourself. “Guess I should give it another go and see if I can improve my score… and your manners since you seem to have forgotten them real quick.”

“Guess you should.” You replied quickly with a smirk.

“Such a bitch.” Joel shook his head with a fond smile this time and quickly closed the distance between you both again.

“Such an asshole.” You laughed and latched your lips onto his with a grin spread across your features.

Maybe working with the older Miller again wouldn’t be the worse thing in the world, not anymore, anyway.

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baby-tini · 23 days

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Reader sees Dabi in an alley by accident and tries to get away quietly but Dabi sees her and brings her into the alley. He has her up the wall with a hand firmly around her neck but not chocking her but enough to threaten her. He asks for her personal info and takes pictures of her for reference just in case anything happens. And he looks at her more closely and he's like wow she's always more pretty. So he thinks for a bit and makes a deal you get out in one piece if you let me fuck you. The reader already knew he was giving her a false sense of choice so she agrees. Dabi likes her submissiveness so he gave her the choice of the location to fuck. And while she is thinking Dabi is already so handsy with her. Kissing her neck and running his hands up and down her body. He's like 'if you don't pick quick im fucking you here in the alley'. And she eventually picks a love hotel not too far from them. Once they were done fucking it's the next morning and Dabi is gone but she checks her phone messages and there's a lot of photos and videos of them together in different positions and a note at the end

See you next time Doll~

💙Dabi

(the blackmail really gets me fr😭)

TW: DUBCON, blackmail, noncon pictures and video taking, a hint of coercion. Work was always so boring, you wanted something fun. There was nothing fun about serving drunk men alcohol as they thanked you with raunchy comments. Trying to grope you while you were just doing your job. Complaining about their "bitch wife" in a drunken slur then passing out. The money was good though.. and your co-workers weren't awful. But that really didn't mean anything in the end.

It was too much, you just needed a cigarette and then you could finish your shift then go home and sleep the rest of the night away. It was warm outside, pretty too. Sky full of different shades of blue, no clouds in sight. It was quiet surprisingly, considering you weren't in the best part of town. The attacks from the League of Villains ramping up by tenfold, charred bodies appearing in multitudes. Consumed by beautiful azul flames licking away at ash. Some were lucky though, if you could even call it that, some people were burned so bad they were disfigured, leaving ugly third degree burns on their face and arms. Hopefully they weren't in this part of the city yet.

But then again, the heros were on their ass.. so it's possible. Leaning your head back against the wall, you sigh out, closing your eyes for a couple seconds before you hear footsteps. Your eyes snap open as your head snaps to the sound. There's a man in a black tattered coat, he looks exhausted. Purple burnt skin attached to healthy skin by staples. Tattered clothes with mangy boots.

Holy shit, it can't be... they shouldn't be in this part of the city, not this soon anyway. You have too get out, now. You try to be quiet, you really do, but you can't be quiet wearing heels. You mistook a step, catching the eye of the assailant. His piercing blue eyes shoot up towards you, a sick grin crawling up on his lips. As he walks closer, stumbling back you trip over your heels. He chuckles at you, grabbing your arms too lift you up, "easy there doll, what's your problem, hm? You scared?" You swallow down the dry air, shaking your head at him as you try to shake off his grip. But his hold on you just tightens, reminds you of a boa constrictor, trying too keep his prey at bay.

He presses you into the wall with an-unassuming amount of strength, pressing into you as he leans down towards your ear. "Where you goin, doll? I'm not gonna hurt you... if you comply that is." Squeezing your eyes shut, you nod into his chest, trying too control your breathing. You inhale deeply before stuttering out a response. "What did you, uh.. what did you want from me..?" There's a sniffle between your words.

"Mmm, yeah, need something real bad baby, think you can help me, hm?" You swallow down your spit, hesitantly nodding at him. "I- uh... I think, what did you need Sir.." He chuckles at that, running his nose up and down your cheek, inhaling deeply into your hair. "Sir, huh? You into that dolly?" You feel your fingers twitch against his tattered coat as you shake your head at him.

"N-no.. I just- I don't know your name..so," he leans back at that. Eyeing you up and down he grins, "that's cute baby, you really don't know who I am? That makes me a little sad honestly, but it's Dabi... I like Sir much better though, what do you think?" You swallow again, your right hand rubbing up and down your left arm, as your eyes look to the side. Rolling his eyes, he grabs your chin and makes you look at him. "Nah ah, don't look away from me, I'm not done talking to you bitch." Licking your lips, you swallow before looking up at him again. "There you go, you gonna behave for? Gonna help me with my... big problem babydoll, hm? Say, "Yes Sir." Your left hand twitches before you nod up at him, "Yes Sir, i'll help you with your... big problem." He hums at you before tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and smirking at you. "I knew you would, you're so good, huh? Gonna let you pick the location cause' you're being so sweet for me... go 'head." You sniffle before licking your lips and nodding again. He hums, rubbing his thumb over your cheek and pulling down your bottom lip. "I wanna... can we go to the love hotel.. it's only a couple blocks away.. I want my first time to be.. a little special." He grins, pulling you towards his side with an arm wrapped around you. "Ahh, little slut's a virgin, wouldn't 've guessed." You try to shuffle away at that but he just tightens his hold around you. "C'mon baby, I was just joking, I'll behave from now on, promise," he snickers. It take's a minute to get there, with Dabi trying to get there as quickly as possible... his problem continuously growing as you walk with him. The hotel is pretty run down, smelling of weed and sex. The painting is peeling from the walls as women and men alike are staggering around and theirs people making out just outside the hotel, grinding and sliding their hands down the others clothes. "This is where you wanted your special moment?" He raises an eyebrow at you as he throws a wad of bills on the check-in desk. You huff at him, "it's better then some sleazy alleyway, surrounded by heroin needles." You retort, grabbing the key from him and walking to the room. He follows closely behind not failing to be as touchy as possible while you open the door. He ushers you into the room as he pins you against the wall and getting to work marking up your neck.

You try to slow your heart rate as your hands ball in his shirt, with a hiss he grinds his cock into your thigh. Nipping at your collar bone and running his tongue over your jugular as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You tilt your head back, giving him more access as you run your hands up his shirt. He chuckles into your neck, pulling your shirt over your head and sucking your nipples through your bra. He laughs against your chest when you let out a choked whimper, clawing at his stomach. He huffs before snapping your bra from the back and sucking nipple and playing with the other, pinching it and leaving hickeys between your tits. He grabs you by your hair, pulling you towards the bed and throwing on it face first. Your breasts flat against the rough-feeling mattress, as you try to get up, he pushes you back against it, a hand holding pressed into the curve of your lower back. "Nah ah, fucking stay.. don't need you IDing me now princess." You breathe out softly and nod into the sheets, your body relaxing against the bed while he pulls your pants and panties down, letting them fall to your ankles. You hear him groan from behind you, he runs a warm hand over your ass before slapping it a couple times and chucking when you squeeze your legs shut. "Dirty little bitch, you want it real bad, yeah? Yeah you fuckin' do, say please and I might fuck you with the tip bitch." You whine into the sheets, salty tears leaking down your cheeks and staining the sheets. He chuckles, taking a hand and pushing your head down into the mattress as his other hand unzips and takes off his pants, his boxers being pulled down in the process, he spreads your pussylips apart before leaning down and spitting on your clit, before fucking his tip into your cunt and groaning when he feels you tighten around him. Your pussy feels so good, warm and tight, just how he likes it. He fucks into you harder, using a hand to stabilize himself next to your head as he fucks into you harder. He's so big, you can feel him in your stomach, it hurts a little, stretching so wide to accommodate him as he growls in your ear. You're so deep into it, your head so fogged up that you don't hear the camera shutters or feel him spread you wide as he films the two of you locked together. He fucks you good, you'll give him that, you don't remember passing out as he fucked into you, waking up to your familiar ringtone of your phone as you sit up, breasts spilling over the blanket as you lean towards the bedside table... 'Dabi' left you a text, "I had a fun night doll, I know you did too.. or else you wouldn't 've passed out on my cock, It was good wasn't it, I know it was, don't worry you can tell me in person when I come see you again. You're the best pussy I've had in a while if I'm being honest. Pretty wet pussy too, It's like a hug for my dick, if you will lol. Also, don't even think about trying to get away .. unless you want these getting leaked to your boss and family pretty baby." A couple seconds later six pictures and four videos pop up. Now it all makes sense... he wasn't worried about being Ided, you had already seen his face, plue he gave you his name... you're screwed literally.

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babygorewhore · 4 months

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Konig x female reader

Your crush at the diner is growing stronger and you finally make a move. But it doesn’t go as you imagined.

Hiii so I’m in love with this giant of a man and I decided to add him to my collection of characters I write for!!! I hope you enjoy and lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fics with him! Thank you to dolly, @xxhellfirebunnyxx and @marchsfreakshow for helping me with this!!!

Warnings! Age gap! (Reader is 27) Slight angst! Blow job! Fingering! Unprotected sex! Slight degrading! Praise! Talks you through it! Going off of fan lore for him!

Konig often visited the same diner when he couldn’t sleep. Which was usually most nights of the week. You were there with your own set of problems plaguing your mind but your current infatuation with the very large man wasn’t weaning at all. He wore a mask a lot of times but when he didn’t, he was very handsome. Late thirties to maybe forty.

You were drinking hot chocolate when you felt a presence behind you cup your ass as you were waiting for a muffin. “Hey!” You turned around and saw John, a regular, with a sick smirk.

“Sorry. It’s just so hard to resist an ass like that.”

You didn’t expect Konig to quickly rise from his seat the second John leered at you again. His muscular hand latched around the smaller male's arm and spun him around. “Leave the lady alone.” He leaned down, 6’10 in height. “Now.” He growled close to his face. His mask slipping.

You swallowed from his accented voice and your stomach fluttered from his demand. John was intimidated and he quickly scurried off. Wise.

Konigs eyes softened when he looked at you and he crossed over in a single step. “I’m sorry, miss. He won’t do it again. I’ll make sure of it.” He spoke with authority, you knew he was in the military.

“Thank you, sir.” You tilted your head up as he dipped his own in a nod.

“I’ve seen you here but I’ve never asked your name, liebling.” The endearment made your chest warm as you told him.

“That’s a lovely name. Konig, at your service.” He outstretched his massive palm and it engulfed yours as you gently shook. His skin was warm and calloused. Yet comforting.

You gave him a smile and he seemed to harden at that. “Well, I best be going now, young lady.” He emphasized young which made you battle the urge to remind him you’re not a child but he walked away, his boots echoing on the wood floor of the restaurant.

You thought about him all night as you removed your makeup and changed into your nightclothes. You tossed and turned in bed for a half hour before you caved and searched for any signs of him on social media. What you did find was an article with his achievements. One of them was a description of him saving a bunch of people from human trafficking. He was a hero. He seemed to dislike photos considering there were hardly any. But from what you gathered, Konig was a mystery.

One you were determined to figure out.

You again couldn’t sleep. And you decided to get your favorite source of hot chocolate as you shivered from the drizzle of rain outside as you stepped inside the diner. Michael, the owner, gave you a smile and called out, “The usual, hon?” You nodded gratefully and your stomach fluttered when you saw Konig at his seat, his thick legs spread wide in his jeans as he flipped through a book in German.

You blushed at his reading glasses and hid a smile as you collected your hot chocolate and snack you always got. You chose your most flattering leggings at the off chance he was here as you casually sat diagonally from him on the other side. Konig had his mask on but the bottom was pulled up as he drank something, you saw the tea bag.

You wondered what flavor it was and you knew you could just ask him but…he was so still as he flipped a page. You noticed a watch on his wrist as he checked the time and sighed.

You wondered if he was tired of not sleeping too. He glanced up and his crystal eyes locked on yours. You saw them crinkle in what you assumed was a smile. You met the expression and stood, taking your cup with you as you approached him.

“Hi Konig. Can’t sleep either?” You tried not to fidget.

“Yes, ma’am. It’s difficult these days. You’d think after a long day I’d be tired but…” he trailed off and cleared his throat. “Do you want to sit?”

You sat down too quickly and spilled the liquid on your hand. “Shit.” You hissed as the burn sunk onto your skin.

“Here, let me.” Konig told you and removed the mug. He was fast to collect his napkin, taking your wrist as he started dabbing away the beverage. “You’ve got to be more careful, ma’am.” He told you as he called for Michael to bring you some ice.

“Oh, it’s okay, it’s not a big deal.” You chuckled and blinked as he accepted the small glass with ice.

“Shh, I insist. We don’t want it to blister.” His concentration as he pressed the cool glass against your hand was enough to make you feel warm as his eyes were focused on your red skin.

“You know your medical stuff don’t you?” You playfully smiled and he nodded.

“Yes. I’d hate to see you get hurt no matter how small.” He murmured and released you.

“I-“ You stuttered as he cleared his throat.

“You feeling better, ma’am?” He asked.

“You don’t have to call me ma’am, Konig. It’s so formal.” You giggled and he sat up straighter. “You did call me darling the other day. Well in German.”

“Ah, yes. I must have not been thinking.” He swallowed. “I shouldn’t have said it.”

“I didn’t mind, I liked it.” You assured him, you knew he probably assumed he overstepped a boundary. “I think it’s cute.”

“Cute?” He chuckled and tilted his head. “You find me cute? I could crush you with my fingers.” He flashed his eyes and you inhaled sharply.

“You’re right. But maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing, hmm?” You didn’t know where this bravery was coming from and he leaned forward a little.

“I think it was a little inappropriate. Which I apologize for. But-“ He cleared his throat and leaned back. “I should be going. I should try and get home and sleep. I have to train and spar with recruits tomorrow.” He said quickly and stood.

Your shoulders sank with disappointment as he walked away, his steps heavy across the floor you sighed. Looking at his tea cup.

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Michael give you a sympathy look before returning to assembling a sandwich for another customer. You clenched your jaw. You hadn’t been with a man that much older but he was so…desirable. He would be hard to break.

One week later

You hated tonight. It was supposed to be fun. Be a break from your everyday life and the toxic relationships you had from your parents who didn’t and refused to support you most of the time.

You tried to sleep. Attempted to do anything that relaxed you but it failed miserably. Sunrise was coming and you were hungry. You were out of coffee and you really didn’t feel like cooking breakfast. Sighing, you got dressed into casual lounge clothes and a pair of sneakers. Your hair was out of your face as you drove to the diner.

Michael had the best pancakes and coffee. As you walked inside, you saw Konig at a different spot this early morning. His mask was off. Exposing his handsome features and set lips as he read something on his phone with his reading glasses.

His hair had small streaks of gray and his eyes were tired.

You settled on the stool as Michael stepped around the corner. He gasped and almost dropped his pot of coffee. “How ya doing, honey?” Your chest deflated and shrugged.

“Got into an argument with my mom about my dad. I think he’s in jail right now.” Michael shook his head angrily.

“Asshole. I’m sorry. Want some coffee? Fresh made.” You nodded quietly.

“Sure. And I’ll take some of those amazing pancakes.” You wiggled your eyebrows and he smiled.

“On the house this morning.”

Heavy footsteps caught your attention and then a large hand set on your shoulder. Turning, you met the eyes of Konig. His expression was furious as he examined your blood shot eyes.

“Are you okay, liebling?” Your mouth parted as he took your jaw and looked closer. “I heard about someone being in jail. Did he hurt you?.” His glasses were pulled to his head.

“Not physically but my dad is an asshole. And my mom wanted me to bail him out.” You chuckled and tried to look away.

“Look at me.” He ordered. And you instantly obeyed. “You don’t need to do anything you don’t need too.”

“No one deserves that.” He nodded, “Let alone someone like you.”

“Someone like me? Konig,” You started but lost your confidence when he sat next to you, trying to shrink himself.

“Besides. You don’t even know me.” You teased him and he gave you a small smirk.

“I think you underestimate how smart I am. Especially since I wanted to be a sniper. You must learn how to read someone.” You almost choked on your spit as you filled your coffee with cream and sugar.

“Oh? And what happened?”

He shrugged and watched your movements. “I was too big. Decided to put me into rescues. I’m an insertion specialist. They call me a human battering ram.”

You giggled without thinking and he raised a brow. “Is that funny?”

“I’m sorry, I just. It almost sounds like a brag.” His smirk widened and he looked smug.

“And what if it is?” He ran his tongue along his teeth. “Nothing wrong with it sometimes, little love.” Your body stilled at the nickname and you took a sip before asking a question you’ve been craving to ask.

“Are you married?” He sat straight and you immediately regretted asking something so personal. “I’m sorry-that was probably rude.”

“It’s okay. And yes I was. Briefly. She left me several years ago. I joined at seventeen so I was pretty young when we got together.” His accent was heavier as he talked more and you enjoyed every single second.

“I’m sorry.” He nodded and awkwardly shifted in his seat.

“Mmm. How old are you?” His tone almost sounded accusatory and you bristled.

“Twenty seven.”

He loosened a long breath. “So young.”

You wanted to scream. “It’s not that young. I’m a grown woman. And I know what I want.” His head snapped at you and you wanted to shrink but you continued looking into his eyes.

He said your name slowly, tasting the letters before he shook his head. “I don’t want to but I’m gonna have to leave.” You wanted to scream. No, no you just got him to talk!

“Wait, Konig. Would you-would like to go out sometime? I really loved our conversation and I’d-“

“What?” His tone sounded almost angry and you closed your mouth. Your stomach dropped. And embarrassment crept inside you like a virus.

“I wanted to go out. With you. I’ve had a crush on you for a while and I just…” you trailed off as his expression turned cold.

“That’s a horrible idea. You can’t be with someone like me. I’m too old for you. Too damaged. You couldn’t handle it. And I can’t do that to someone like you.”

“Someone like me?” Your own anger flared. “What does that mean?” You demanded and he sighed. Giving you a sympathy glance and you wanted to scream.

“Someone as fragile, young and sensitive as you are.” You wanted to slap him into next week. How dare he call you those things. I mean they were true but his tone implied them to be flaws.

“I’m not too young for you. I’m still an adult. Why would you-“

Konig stood and his mammoth height swallowed you in his shadow. “I know what’s best for you. And it wouldn’t work.”

You gritted your teeth to prevent yourself from yelling or crying. And you watched him walk away. You wanted to chase after him and beg but you had enough pride to prevent yourself. It would be desperate and you had a long enough night.

“Sorry, honey. He’s like that. Cold and hard to read.” Michael delivered your pancakes. “Don’t want my favorite girl to go hungry.” You managed a smile for the sweet older man as you twirled your fork.

As you left the diner two weeks later, you saw Konig doing the same thing and you paused. He was on the phone, speaking German and you assumed it was work considering how stern he sounded. Your stomach dropped.

You didn’t want to face him anyway after the humiliation rejection. Well, it could have been worse but you still hated how you wanted him. You missed his attractive face and his endearments. His accent was adorable. He was adorable. Fuck! No! You couldn’t do this again. He didn’t want you back and you needed to accept it. You didn’t have to like it. But you needed to respect his choice.

People would look at you both with judgment but you wouldn’t care. You craved more. And you wanted to touch him. A few nights you had fingered yourself to the fantasy of how massive his dick must have been but you couldn’t make yourself cum as well as he could make you.

His mask was on but his expression underneath turned into coldness when he laid eyes on you, hanging up the phone. And he started storming to his truck.

Your chest swelled from hurt and you quickly followed him. Jogging to catch up with his long legs and quick pace as he walked to his truck. “Hey! Wait a minute!”

Konig paused but didn’t face you.

“Did I do something to offend you?” You questioned with hands on your hips. “And it’s rude to not look at someone when they speak to you.” You half scolded and that made his shoulders raise. “Look at me!” You raised your voice and he spun around.

“You don’t order me around,” He said your name in a growl. “You understand me? You never order me around.”

You didn’t back down even though you felt a thrill from the way he peered down at you with his burning gaze. “I don’t understand why you’re running from me. I have a crush on you. So what?”

Konig snarled and he latched a hand around the back of your neck and pulled his mask over his nose and smashed his lips to yours. You gasped in shock but quickly met his brutal attack on your lips as he brought you off your feet with his second arm around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you tasted mint on his tongue that lapped at yours and swept the inside of your mouth. Your entire core was pulsing from the weight of his body that pressed against your breasts.

But as quickly as he kissed you was the speed he set you down, he breathed heavily. “Liebling…it’s not…entirely your age…I-“ Konig struggled to speak when you gently stood on his boots and pulled his face down, cupping his loose mask between your hands.

“Then what? No one kisses someone like that without feeling something close to what I do.” You persisted when he attempted to look away from you.

“I’m a dark cloud. And you’re a ray of sunshine.. I’ve seen you come in every night with a smile. You interact with the owner so freely. You’re kind. You’re sweet…so sweet.” You heard him swallow and shake his head underneath your hands. “I couldn’t deserve someone like you. I will bring you down.”

“No, you wouldn’t! Konig, you’re a hero. I know how you’ve saved lives. You’re a wonderful man and I don’t even know you yet. I want to know you. I want to hear everything in that cute accent. I want to listen to your stories. I want to…touch you.” He shivered as you traced your fingers along his chest, feeling the hard muscle underneath your nail. “Please? Can I?”

“I-I want you too-so bad, liebling.” He moved to touch you again before he wrenched himself away. “But I can’t have you.”

You refused to take that as an answer. So you decided to bait him. “Fine. I guess I’ll go out with someone else. Someone who wants to fuck me more than you do.”

That made him stop short from opening his door. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah. Don’t want to waste my time with someone who doesn’t give a shit about me, huh?” You said harshly and he released a long breath.

“That’s not gonna work. You think I don’t know when someone is trying to get a rise out of me?” But he did stalk towards you, his hands clenched as you plucked an invisible lint off your sleeve.

“And? Am I supposed to be scared now?” You replied.

“Oh, yeah. You should be.” He whispered. “You should know better than this. I would break you. Your little desperate pussy couldn’t handle it.” His dirty words did the opposite effect he hoped for as you dropped to your knees, your back facing the diner that was obscured by the dark.

“What about my mouth? I think my mouth can handle it.”

Konig groaned as his hand grabbed the back of your head, his fingers covering the entirety of it as he buried them inside your hair. Your hands moved to unbuckle his pants as you pulled them down his thigh.

His cock was so big as you took it out of his boxers. His thick purple heavy tip was leaking with precum that you swiped with a lick of your tongue. He grunted as you held him, your fingers rubbing up and down the soft skin. Your cunt glistened inside your panties as you licked the side of the vein on the side and then repeated on the other side, his thick arousal covering your lips as you focused on the underside.

“Fuck, you’re-“ You dug your nails into his hips as you then took the tip inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you bobbed your head up and down.

His hand naturally bounced your head as he started thrusting, your throat wanted to protest as he hit the back and made you gag. But you relaxed and your eyes rolled back as he moaned.

Your mouth made squelching noises as you sucked him and reached up to massage his balls.

“Shit-“ He pulled you off and made you whine as he lifted you up into his arms off the ground and he slammed you on your back on the bed of his truck.

“You’re playing with fire, Angel. And you’re underestimating how much I can handle.” He rasped and slapped your pussy outside your leggings that he removed quickly. He clicked his tongue teasingly as he felt the outside of your panties that were soaked and sticky.

“I’m a selfish whore, liebling. And by the way,” he gripped your jaw and opened your mouth. “You better watch that tone next time.” You felt him spit in your mouth and he closed it. Making you swallow as his big digit traced your folds and gathered the wetness.

“I don’t even need to spit on this pretty little pussy. Only in that wicked mouth of yours.” He plunged one finger inside, making you arch your back and pant as he easily reached that sweet spot inside you. “What’s wrong, bunny? Thought you could last longer than that.”

“Konig…I-please-“ He dipped down and pressed hot kisses down your neck and sucked your collarbone. His tongue dragged along the flesh before settling on your jaw before he captured your lips at the same time as he inserted his second finger and curled up so deeply you saw stars and his thumb circled your clit to soothe the stretch.

As he brought you close, Konig stopped as you attempted to pull him fully on top of you. “Want you in me.” You started begging. “Please fuck me.”

Konig growled and situated himself between your spread legs. “Are you going to be a good little liebling?” You nodded frantically as he lined his cock to your opening.

He sunk the tip inside and you groaned, scrunching your face slightly from his size but his own sounds erased whatever nerves you had. “Oh fuck, you’re so perfect. You’re so good for me. Take me, cling around me.” He gasped and his head fell into the crook of your neck. “Fucking hell, pretty pussy sucking me.”

He moved in deeper and your nails dug into the material of his shirt as he already hit the deepest part of you.

“You can take it, bunny.” His accent grew thicker as he moved, the truck jolting from his strength. You cried out and your eyes rolled back in your head.

“No, no, no, look at me.” He lightly tapped your cheek and thrusted but not putting it in all the way. “I’m not one of those little boys who’s gonna let you do whatever you want.” He said and settled into a rhythm.

“Cum in me, want your baby.” You humped his dick as he gently bit down on your neck and he slammed into you further.

Your orgasm covered his cock and his own creamy fluid spilled inside you. You mixed together and it dripped down and coated the entirety of your thighs. You almost screamed but he covered your mouth with a hungry kiss and he sucked your tongue before letting go.

Konig pulled off his mask, revealing the emotion and lust in his eyes. “You’re mine, now.”

You smiled at him and accepted the challenge.

Tagging @slvt4jamesmarch @emsgoodthinkin @lesservillain @take-everything-you-can

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wordsbymae · 2 months

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Plot: Reader is home sitting for a friend over the weekend, looking forward to a nice relaxing few days to themselves. That all goes to shit when a man breaks in, demanding that they tell him where the cash is stashed. Reader has to come to terms that they don't know their friend as much as they think, and that their ignorance is about to come back to bite them square on the ass.

TW: Degrading talk, reader is threatened at gun point, speaks on topics such as home invasion (which is fucking terrifying), swear words, allusion to coercion and dub/con. Short and probs really bad, cause I've been a bit sick lately sorry.

You gave a bright smile and a wave, as you watched your friend drive off into the distance. The sun bounced off the back window of his sedan into your eyes, causing you to wince and turn your head away. Your arm faltered as you turned, your wave becoming jaded. Your friend continued down the road, not once trying to meet your gaze in the rear-view mirror.

Making sure they were out of sight, you made you way back to the house, up the creaking wooden patio stairs to the heavy oak front door. Pushing your way inside with a grunt, you closed your eyes and released a breath. Finally, a whole weekend alone.

House sitting wasn't exactly how you imagined your weekend going, but if it meant you got away from your roommates for just three nights, you jumped at the chance. Your friend didn't really give an explanation for needing you to house sit, just that they had something important to do a state over. They didn't seem to want to talk about it so you didn't push.

The house was large, old and frankly pretty spooky. Despite the area surrounding it being a popular housing development, the land that this house stood on was isolated and densely packed with forage. You nearly missed the driveway, thinking it something more than a dirt service road. It did frighten you a little to think that you would be sleeping alone in a big house, but it also excited you. No need to wear headphones, no need to worry about any passive aggressive roommates complaining about you cooking, you had no one to answer to. It was perfection.

The sun had long since set as you finished eating dinner and doing the dishes. You pondered your opinions, watch TV, read a book or take a wonderful bath. It had been awhile since you didn't have to worry if someone was waiting on you in the bathroom. You could take your time till the bath water turned cold. You gathered your things, including a book you hoped to catch up while lounging in the water.

The bathroom continued the old, eccentric aesthetic your friend had gathered throughout the house. The tiling on the wall was a dark green, the bath itself was a clawed tub with golden edges. A rounded sunlight overlooked you as you entered into the warm, comforting water. You would have to go for a bath during the day to feel the sun on your skin as you bathed.

You read a few pages of your book before putting it down and relaxing deeper into the warmth. Your mind drifted, eyes floating shut. Muscles relaxed and the only problem with the whole scenario was that you left your phone downstairs and couldn't play music.

Until you were snapped to attention at the sound of glass shattering.

Heavy boots could be heard stepping on the broken glass, causing hairs to stand on the back of your neck. You reached for your phone, cursing at the remembrance of it being downstairs, most likely in reach of the intruder.

You stilled in absolute fright. The footsteps echoed like thunder through the house, they were heavy and slow. The owner of them, almost cautiously making their way as they explored the house.

What the fuck do you do.

You can't call anyone. You phone was down stairs.

You can't scream. There was no way the neighbours could hear and it would only tell the intruder exactly where you are.

You can't run. There was only one way down stairs and you could hear the footsteps on them right now.

The only thing you could do was to jump out of the bath and turn off the lights, quickly engaging the lock as you do. Afterwards you stumbled in the dark putting on your pjs, not wanting to be caught in the nude. The footsteps were getting closer and closer. You quickly found a place to hide, although you knew in the grand scheme of things hiding in a bathroom wasn't the best idea. You kicked yourself for not taking the chance to try and find a weapon. Now, the intruder was too close and would hear any movement you made.

The bedroom door was opened, and the intruder made short time searching it. You grimaced as you heard them rip drawers out and the sound of fabric tearing. You could only hope they found enough stuff to steal for them to finally leave. Your heart was pounding against your ribs, it nearly drowned out the sound of the intruder grunting in frustration.

Whatever he was looking for, he couldn't find it.

You listened intently as he rushed out of the room. He footsteps slowed to a stop in front of the bathroom door. You froze in fear as the door handle was wiggled. The intruder gave a scoff. Silence for a moment. Until it was slaughtered by the intruder slamming his boot against the door. You gave a yelp of fright, scrambling back into a corner. One more kick and the door flew open. You were now face to face with him.

He was tall, dressed in black. A balaclava hid his facial features, but his blue eyes drilled into you. Your eyes flittered down to his hand, where a handgun was griped tightly.

You opened your mouth, about to beg for mercy. When the man lifted the gun up towards you, he grabbed your arm and began dragging you towards the bedroom. You were thrown onto the bed with a yelp. You scrambled backwards, eyes trained onto the gun.

"Where's the money you stole" he demanded, hand steady and eyes narrowed.

"What? I didn't steal anyth-"

"Don't give me that shit, you either tell me where it is or I blow your fucking head off" his hand began to shake.

"I promise I don't know what your talking about. I don't even live here!"

"What" he scoffed

"I'm just housesitting for my friend, they-"

"Let me guess, had a last minute family emergency and had to leave in a hurry" his voice was softer now, yet still harsh.

You just nodded.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" he screamed, gun flying back into his holster, while the owner began wrecking the room.

Drawers were ripped out, a chair flung at the window and a vase thrown onto the ground.

"That no good, fucking bastard! I should have known I was too late, they've problem already used up all the cash" he muttered

"Um, excuse me..." his eyes snapped onto you.

"What do mean by stolen money?"

"Exactly how it sounds idiot. That friend of yours skipped down with my cash, leaving you to the wolves as it were."

"No, they wouldn't do that. Steal money or put me in danger!" you pleaded, still sitting close to the bedframe.

"Whether or not you believe it, it doesn't matter, they did steal money and they did leave you to cop the fallout. Sounds like an amazing friend" he scoffed.

You gritted your teeth in denial but thought it best to keep your thoughts to yourself.

"So...are you gonna leave me alone now" you whispered.

He let out a loud and harsh laugh.

"No can do sweetheart. How do I know your not lying, that you actually did steal my money. And if you are telling the truth, don't you think I deserve some sort of reparation? For all the shit your friend put me through?"

"I don't understand"

"You don't have to understand. I'll show you what I want"

I actually hate this.

#not really yandere #dark fic #dark character #criminal x reader #gn!reader #yandere drabble #yandere prompts #male yandere

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k-marzolf · 6 months

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Seeds

Canon typical violence, blood, threats, intimidation, past with sexual abuse (both reader and Billy), kissing, dark themes, fem!reader

Rabbit Heart Masterlist.

1,022 words.

“How’d Russo get a sweet piece of ass like you?” asked a balding, short man, leering at you as he approached you in the hallway.

You stopped in your tracks, you’d been on your way to see Billy in his office.

Men made you nervous, and you flinched when he touched your arm. “I want a taste,” he smirked, as your hand jerked and you slapped him. Hard.

His head snapped to the side, and he looked angry, a red handprint on his face. “Bitch,” he spat hand tightening on your arm making you claw at his face with your other hand, as Billy’s office door opened.

You were shaking, and Billy noticed, as his eyes lazily turned to Morty. Like a cat ready to pounce on his prey. “Morty,” he greeted, casually. “What’re you doin’ here? And take your goddamn hands off her.” He asked, hands in his jeans pockets, moving over to you.

“Rawlins wants—“ Morty said, letting go of you, but was cut off immediately.

Billy bared his teeth, “I don’t give a fuck what Rawlins wants. He’s a dog looking for scraps at his master’s table, and you’re just a rat with the courage of a rabbit.” Billy said roughly.

And something about the casual way he handled Morty, had you pressing your thighs together. You’d never seen him working or in action.

“Fuck you, Russo. Maybe I’ll visit your girl tonight—“ Morty didn’t get to finish his sentence.

Billy unsheathed his hidden blade, and struck him in the shoulder, faster than a snake strike, making Morty scream as Billy pushed through bone, unsympathetic, a warning. “You touch my girl, and I go for your eye next. Match your master, huh?” Billy asked, getting his face, blade dripping with blood as he carved a mark under Morty’s eyes, making him grit his teeth.

He pulled back, pulling out a cloth and wiping his blade, “You can tell Rawlins I ain’t interested in what he has to say.”

Morty looked hatefully at Billy, blood dripping down his face, spitting at him, before pushing past, holding his bleeding shoulder, and leaving the country house.

You felt sick from Morty’s touch, he had reminded you of your uncle, rat like and pushy. How he’d watch you in your bedroom while you slept in the chair in the corner, or go through your undergarment drawer, and steal some of your underwear. He’d blackmailed you with that one. “I’ll say, look at what my niece gave me.” He had taunted, making your heart drop. Or the way he’d touch your arm softly, fingers moving along like a spider crawling along your skin.

Billy followed you down the hall, his combat boots squeaking a little bit, as you made your way into the kitchen. It was huge, but sunny looking. Beige colored walls, with light colored wood cabinets, and stainless steel appliances. There was a sliding glass door that led outside, bringing in the sun making it seem warm inside, even the winter.

You wanted something to eat. You’d always eaten when things got tough, especially carbs. You craved those often. It was why your father always said you were fat, that no man was going to want you if you didn’t cut back a little.

Billy didn’t seem to give a fuck about your extra weight, he often pulled you into his lap while he read over paperwork, or his men gave reports. Anvil was a cover for his criminal operations, and you hated when he had to go to the city and make an appearance.

Billy watched you grab some pomegranate seeds, and asked; “Did he touch you, bunny?” His voice was low, seething at the thought, but he didn’t touch you yet, knowing you might be triggered. He understood, the word pretty still made him uncomfortable after all these years. He still gets a pit in his stomach like a stone.

You’re never the same after someone violates you, and takes away your autonomy.

“Just my arm. I slapped him.” You said, biting into the seeds, sighing at how good they tasted.

Billy grinned, “That’s my girl.” He said, kissing your forehead, and you leaned into his touch.

You replayed Billy stabbing Morty, his casual way he handled him, like a cat toying with a mouse, and pressed your thighs together. “You were kind of sexy, the way you handled Morty.” You said, juice dripping down your chin.

You moved to wipe it away, but Billy caught your hand, and leaned in, his mouth lapping up the juices, making you whine softly.

You and Billy had never consummated anything, despite the teasing, and the fooling around. He didn’t want to push you knowing you’d been sexually abused. And he was surprised he was uninterested in other women, despite never having taken you to bed.

He enjoyed the companionship, the soft press of your body to him at night with your fingers in his hair, the sweet things you’d do for him, or reading together with your feet in his lap, and the conversations late at night.

He pulled back, “Sexy, huh?” He asked, lips turning up. You were so goddamn cute.

You bit into another seed, and god it was taking everything in Billy not to have you against the counter, to hear the sweet sounds he knew you’d make just for him.

“Tryin’ to tempt me?” He asked in a low voice, caging you in against the counter, you let the juice drip down, and he caught it with his tongue again, kissing your mouth this time.

You clutched his green sweater, returning his kiss, leaning on your tippy toes to taste the whiskey in his mouth. He gave you soft kisses that left you breathless, and hard kisses too, that had you aching for him, his fingers tangled in your hair, pressed against you. You could feel every inch of him.

You both spent the rest of the afternoon sharing pomegranate seeds, and kissing, both content to let it go no further.

But you realized with an ache between your thighs you were ready to trust Billy with yourself.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader

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kyleoreillylover · 8 months

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𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 ✧

Dominik Mysterio x Carmelo Hayes x Fem!Black!Reader

Summary: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺- 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘊𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Word Count: 7,150 words A/N: I had to write for my 2 husbands, cause they are too fine! This took so long, hope ya'll enjoy! Warnings: Wrestling related violence, allusions to smut but no actual smut written, unwanted advances.

You wore a smirk on your face as you made your way into the arena, your NXT Women's championship shining brightly around your waist.

You reveled in the attention and turning of heads as you strutted to to a secluded corner. Your mini black dress showed off your curves, the long locks of your curly red wig adorned with golden hoops framing your beautiful face. You looked damn good and you knew it.

It wasn’t the attention from the people you wanted, though. But you’d get that soon enough.

You continued walking until you were in front of the locker room, knocking on the door. “Ilja, you in there? Everyone decent?” You didn’t want a repeat of last time.

A deep accented voice yelled back in response, “Come in love!” You pushed the door open and stepped inside, finding your best friend Ilija sitting on one of the benches, lacing up his boots. He looked up at you and gave you a warm smile that turned into a playful grin as he took in your attire.

"You look stunning, love. All this just to be by ringside for my match?"

You giggled and gave Ilja a playful punch on the arm. "What can I say? You're a very lucky man."

Ilja chuckled, motioning to the empty spot next to him, and you slid onto the bench beside him. "That I am. And I'm gonna need some luck tonight against Bronn."

You pursed your lips, a concerned look on your face. "You sure you want to do this? I don't want you to getting hurt for me."

Ilja placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. "Don’t worry about me love. Bronn crossed a line with you, and it's time someone kicked his ass. And taking my pick for either the NXT or NXT North American Championships makes it all the more sweeter."

Ilja wasn’t lying, Bronn had taking a lying to you the past few weeks.

Whether it was because he was messing with Ilja and wanted to get under his skin by bothering you, you didn’t know. But what you did know was that you were sick and tired of him breathing down your neck constantly, not taking no for an answer and trying to corner you everywhere and get the two of you alone.

And trust me, you said no plenty of times.

You nodded in agreement, giving Ilja a grateful smile. "I'm glad I get a front row seat to his ass kicking."

"You sure you want to be that close? Especially with Melo and Dominik standing by? I don't want them trying to hurt you.”

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile at the mention of them. So maybe your intentions with helping your friend weren't entirely innocent, so what! Two of the hottest men in NXT were interested in you, and you weren't about to pass up the opportunity to enjoy some eye candy while watching Ilja make Bronn regret every decision he made.

It all started a few weeks ago after you had a grueling match with Roxanne Perez. You were sweating and making your way to the back, wanting nothing more than to wash all of the pain away.

You were so out of it, not realizing you were walking on autopilot until you bumped into a hard chest. Your body collided with a solid wall, and a strong pair of arms reached out to steady you. Startled, you looked up to see Carmelo, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

"Whoa there, sweetheart. You okay?" he asked with genuine concern in his deep voice. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stammered out a rare embarrassed apology.

"I, uh, I didn't see where I was going. My bad, Melo."

He chuckled, his gaze never leaving yours. "No need to apologize, sweetheart. We all saw the match you had. You killed it, by the way."

You chuckled and smiled at the praise. "Just champ stuff, you know how it is, you're the A champ after all." You pointed towards the shining NXT championship resting on his shoulder. "And trust me, you're a very good champion." you complimented with a playful wink.

Carmelo's grin widened at your flirty tone as he adjusted the title on his shoulder. "You think so, huh? Well, you know game recognizes game."

You raised an eyebrow and played along. "I see that. And what's the game plan here?"

Carmelo leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "The game plan, sweetheart, is to get to know you better." His eyes skimmed over your face, lingering on your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. His hungry gaze sent all the air out of your body, leaving you breathless.

But you weren't going to back down, especially this soon. You leaned in closer, your lips tantalizingly close to his ear.

"Is that right?" Your breath tickled his ear, and you could feel his body tense at your proximity.

Carmelo swallowed hard, his gaze never wavering from your lips. "That's right, sweetheart," he replied in a low, seductive voice. "And I think you want the same thing."

Your heart raced as his words sent a thrilling chill down through your body. "Maybe I do." you admitted, your voice barely more than a whisper. Your lips brushed against his earlobe, making him shiver in response. "But you're gonna have to work for it."

Carmelo's hand gently cupped your cheek, and his dark eyes locked onto yours, "I can work with that." he murmured, stepping closer to you, closing the already minimal gap between the two of you. You gave him a sultry smile in response, but before you could speak, a voice echoed through the hallway.

"Look what we have here.” Carmelo rolled his eyes, dropping his hand from your cheek as the both of you pulled away from each other and turned to the cocky voice to see Dominik with a smirk on his face, making his way to you and Carmelo.

"What do you want, Dominik?" Carmelo groaned, giving him a dirty look that made him smirk wider, his eyes scanning over your body before finally meeting your eyes.

"Whoa whoa, calm down." Dominik held up his hands in mock surrender, smirk never leaving his face. "I just overheard this beauty talking about the A championship, so naturally I assumed you were talking about me."

He pointed to his championship belt sitting perfectly around his waist before turning his eyes back to you, extending a hand to you. "Finally nice to meet you, beautiful. And from one amazing champion to another, if you wanna hang out with the true champion instead of a phony, you know where to find me."

Carmelo's nostril's flared as you gave him an amused smile that made Dominik's heart beat out of his chest before accepting his hand. "A charmer. I like it." You held onto his hand a bit longer than necessary, a playful glint in your eye. "It's cute. But not as cute as the two of you fighting over who's the true champion when I'm the one holding it around my waist."

You let go of Dominik's hand and playfully patted the NXT Women's championship that adorned your waist. "But I like the confidence."

Instead of being offended like you thought he'd be, Dominik grinned widely, a heated look in his eyes as he gazed at you. "You're a feisty one, hermosa. I like you."

"And she doesn't like you, so how 'bout you go back to your 'Mami' and leave us alone." Carmelo cut in before you could respond, glaring at Dominik. Dominik glared right back, stepping closer to him.

"What, you jealous she likes me more than you?" Dominik taunted him, getting in his face. Carmelo clenched his jaw, squaring up to him, their faces inches apart.

"You wish. She's just being nice to you."

"Can't handle a little competition?" Dominik couldn't resist pushing Carmelo's buttons even further, a smirk on his face when Carmelo clenched his jaw, giving him a death glare.

"Boys, boys, calm down." You stepped in between them, giving them a seductive gaze when they turned to you. "As entertaining as this has been, and trust me, it's been really entertaining, I have places to be. But if you want to talk to me, just remember; I only like winners."

You left them with a wink before strutting away, the both of them mesmerized by your confident grin and the sway of your hips as you left. The two gave each other one final glare- a promise that the better man would win- before going their separate ways.

And ever since then, the two of them have been flirting with you non-stop and trying to one-up each other.

Whether that was Dominik giving you a bottle of water and leading you his private TJD locker room so you didn't have to wait for a shower, Carmelo offering to give you a ride home before Dominik could because your car broke down with a sly grin on his face as the both of you passed Dominik to the exit, or the both of them never failing to find you no matter where you were and showering you with compliments. And you always fed into them with a smirk on your face before being whisked away by one of your friends or crew before things could go further.

But you wanted things to go further. And you wanted it to happen tonight, and you always got what you want.

You snapped out of your thoughts when Ilja gently touched your shoulder, bringing you back to the conversation. "You okay, love? You don't have to go out with me if you don't want to."

You shook your head, focusing back on him and giving him a reassuring smile. "I'm good, Ilja. And trust me, I want to be out there with you tonight. And Melo and Dominik don't scare me, Carmelo is like a puppy and the only scary thing about Dominik is Rhea. I'll be fine, okay?"

Ilja chuckled and stood up, finished with lacing up his boots. “Okay, then let’s go kick some ass.”

Your heels clacked as you walked to the ring with Ilja, blowing kisses to the fans while Ilja jumped on the ramp, soaking in the cheers from the fans. Carmelo and Dominik were already sitting on commentary, giving each other dirty looks that could kill.

You blew kisses at them as you jumped on the ramp with Ilja, giving them a playful wink when they tore their gazes away from each other and onto you, which didn't go unnoticed by Vic and Booker T.

"Looks like the NXT Champions are more focused on our guest tonight than on the match," Vic teased them, earning a glare from both of them.

"Shut up Vic!" They both said in unison, staring back at each other in surprise. Booker chuckled at them, "Well, who can blame 'em, Vic? When you have a champion like that at ringside, it's hard not to be distracted."

And distracting you were as you leaned against the ring ropes, looking as beautiful as ever, a sly smile playing on your lips. You gave Ilja a side hug and leaned closer to him, your voice a soft, encouraging whisper in his ear. "You got this." He nodded and you gave him one last smile and a fist bump before sliding out of the ring when Bronn's music hit, giving Carmelo and Dom a seductive smile as you sat in between them.

"And joining us is the NXT Women's champion herself, here to support her best friend. Do you think Ilja has what it takes to beat Bronn?"

You smirked at Vic's question, feeling Carmelo and Dom's gazes burning a hole through your skin. "Vic, I wouldn't be out here with these lovely men if I didn't have 100% faith in him in the fact that he is the better him. Plus, I am not friends with losers."

"So what I'm hearing is you'll drop him after he loses his match with me, if he even wins? Cause we all know he's not good enough to beat me."

Dom's smile was devilish as you turned to him, matching his devilish smile with one of your own. "That depends if he even chooses you. I mean, why would he want to challenge for the B championship in the first place?"

Dominik grin widened as he looked at you-he loved it when you got all mean. "Oh, I'm hurt, babe. I thought I was your number one choice."

"You're not even the number one guy here, what makes you think you'd be her number one choice?" Carmelo shot at him, giving you a charming smile that made your skin tingle as Bronn came out the back, making his entrance.

"Sweetheart, don't let this fool bother you." He put his hand on the back of your chair, leaning slightly closer to you with that sexy smile of his, enjoying you batting your eyelashes at him and leaning into him. "You deserve someone who treats you like the lady you are."

"Oh, and that's supposed to be you? Someone who can barely take care of himself? Talk to me when you actually win a match without your little sidekick Trick in your corner." Dominik hissed at him, immediately making Carmelo’s smile shift into a glare as his words hit a nerve.

“Like you don't have 'Mami' by your side all the time. Talk to me when you don't need her to win a match." Carmelo bit back, making them dissolve into another argument. You ignored them in favor for Bronn advancing towards the commentary table, his eyes never leaving yours.

You glared at him as he got closer to you, a smug grin on his face. "After I take that title opportunity from him, I'm gonna take his girl too!" He yelled at you, slamming his hands on the table. That got the attention of the boys, making them pause to see Bronn towering over you, the both of you locked in a stare down.

"You couldn't have me even if you wanted to. Have fun losing, and we all know I don't like losers." You spat back, not backing down from him. He chuckled, the smug grin on his face growing wider.

"We'll see about that, sweetheart." You stood up at the nickname, glaring at him harder before a borage of arms gently pushed you back, and Melo and Dom stepped forward next to you, and if looks could kill Bronn would be lying in his grave right now.

"We got a problem?" Carmelo growled at him, Dominik mirroring his deadly glare as he gently pushed you back into your seat.

"Nah, man. No problem here." Bronn backed away, his grin still wide on his face.

"That's what I thought." Dominik muttered as Bronn left, eyes never leaving his until he went inside the ring.

"Are you all right, sweetheart?" Carmelo asked you, his voice laced with concern as he sat back down next to you.

"Want me to kill him?" Dominik sat on the other side of you, and from anyone else the concern would have felt suffocating. But not with them.

"I'm fine, really. I could've handled him, but I appreciate it." You gave them an appreciative smile that made them relax and share a relieved look with each other before it turned into disdain now that you were alright. You turned your attention back to the match, enjoying Ilja smacking and punching Bronn around. You cheered for every hit Ilja gave Bronn, and your heart pounded with every near fall.

You waved mockingly at Bronn when he got knocked face-first to the floor right in front of the three of you by Ilja. "How did that feel, Bronn?" Dominik mocked him with you, Carmelo trying to hide his smirk as the two of you laughed at his pain.

"Okay, Ilja!" Carmelo praised when Ilja jumped out the ring and perfectly landed on Bronn, giving him chop after chop, having the upper-hand in the match. That wouldn't last for long though, as Bronn managed to duck from a chop and speared him onto the cold-unforgiving floor.

You winced at the impact, looking at him worriedly as Bronn gave him punch after punch after punch. You wanted to go and help him, but you knew Ilja had to do this himself. You drew a line though when Bronn grabbed the steel steps, remembering the last time used it with Von Wagner and the pain and utter destruction Bronn caused him.

You jumped out of your seat, ignoring Melo and Dom trying to pull you back, and rushed towards them, running to Bronn and tried to grab the steel steps from him, your eyes blazing with anger.

"Bronn, enough!" You shouted at him, trying to pull it away from him. He didn't let go, cackling as he looked down at you.

"You have to protect him, how pathetic!" He sneered at you, trying to rip the steel steps out of your grasp. But you refused to let go, and the two of you were in a tug of war over it.

"The only thing pathetic here is you, you can't even take a hint! I. will. never. like. you. Deal with it!" Bronn's smirk faltered at your words and you felt someone suddenly behind you, strong arms pulling you away from the tug of war.

It was Carmelo, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you back and away from Bronn and the steel steps. You struggled in his grip, still seething with anger, but you knew he was doing it to protect you.

“Don't let him get to you get to you, babe. He's not worth it.” Carmelo whispered, trying to calm you down.

You gritted your teeth, trying to pull away from his grip. The ref was out of the ring, coming to the two of you. “Everyone out!” He yelled, ejecting everyone from ringside.

“Are you kidding me?!” You yelled back, breaking out of Carmelo’s grip and storming to the ref. “It was his fault! Reprehend him instead of us and do your job properly!!”

It was pure chaos. Ilja was down, you and the ref were getting into a screaming match with Carmelo trying to calm the both of you down, and Bronn watched on with a smile on his face. He laughed while turning away, dropping the steel steps and running right into a smirking Dominik, who was sneaking up on him from behind and tried to hit punch him in the face to cost him the match.

But Bronn grabbed his fist easily before it could hit his face, enjoying the way Dominik's smirk dropped as he panicked.

“Man, you really are stupid, aren’t you?" Bronn taunted, tightening his grip on Dominik's fist. Dominik tried to pull away but Bronn dragged him back and let go of his hand and in one swift move- grabbed his throat and lifted him in the air, putting him in a chokeslam and slamming him onto the ground.

You saw the movement out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t pay it any mind and continued to yell at the ref until you heard yelling and saw Dom on the floor in pain and Bronn carrying the steel steps again, ready to slam it down on him. You pushed past Melo and the ref, running to him and shoving Dom away.

It felt like slow motion when the steel hit your body, the pain overwhelming all your senses, then everything went black. You felt like you were floating, your body weightless despite the heavy pain. You could barely hear anything except the ringing of your ears and the muffled yelling coming around you. You didn't come to until you heard the bell ring hurting your ears and someone lift you up.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt someone tapping your face, trying to bring you back to consciousness. Your vision was blurred, but you were able to make out Carmelo's voice.

"Oh thank god." Carmelo sighed with relief, but concern still seeped through his voice as he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you up to a standing position. "Talk to me sweetheart. How do you feel?"

You groaned in pain, your ribs aching with each breath. "I feel like I got hit by steel, how do you think I feel?"

Carmelo let out a nervous chuckle, relieved to hear your voice. "Your being sarcastic, so that's a good sign."

You winced as you tried to stand on your own, feeling the dull throb of pain in your ribs. The arena lights were too bright, and the sounds around you were still muffled.

"Stay down sweetheart, you're hurt." Carmelo urged, his arms still around you. You pushed away your pride and leaned on him for support. Your hearing became less muffled, and you could now clearly hear the yelling going on. You turned your head towards it, your vision slowly coming into focus.

Dominik was in the ring on top of Bronn who was a bloody pulp, punching him over and over again until his face was bruised and the mat was seeping with his blood. Ilja was being held back by security who tried to control the situation, cursing at them until he saw you awake and standing. Ilja broke free from the security and rushed to your side, concern etched on his face as he gently snatched you away from Carmelo.

"Stay away from her, this is your fault!" Ilja snapped at Carmelo as he pulled you into his arms to check on you, his red eyes darkening even more with anger.

"My fault? Bro, are you kidding me?" Carmelo shouted, eyes wide with anger. "I was trying to protect her!"

"She would't need protecting if the two of you didn't come out! I knew you guys would cause nothing but trouble." Ilja shouted back, his grip gentle yet firm as he gave you a once-over to make sure you were alright.

"She only stepped in cause you couldn't handle your business." Carmelo shot back, running a hand across his forehead in frustration. It was then you noticed his hands were bruised, and your mind flashed back to the yelling you heard while you were down. He must've joined Dom in beating Bronn's face in. You heart raced from their protectiveness, but you also felt a pang of guilt. You also felt your head ache from all the arguing going on.

"Calm down, all of you!" you cried out, your voice cutting through their anger, finally making them stop. You gently eased out of Ilja's arms and stood between the two of them.

"Ilja, it wasn't his fault, he tried to stop me. So if you're gonna be mad at anyone, be mad at me." You gave him a soft but serious look, his red eyes softening at your words. You then turned to Carmelo.

"Carmelo, stop Dom before he get's suspended. And no fighting with him. Ilja, take me to medical. I can barely walk on my own. Anyone object?" The two men were silent, serious looks on their faces as they nodded.

"Let's get you taken care of, love," Ilja spoke, wrapping his arm around you. You let him and leaned on him as support you as the both of you walked to the medic, each step shooting pain throughout your body.

Ilja helped you up onto the examination table and sat next to you, and you winced as you settled into the cold metal surface, the medic walking into the room and gave you a concerned look as he looked over you, poking and prodding at your injuries, making you bite your lip in pain. One particular prod had you hissing in pain, Ilja quickly standing up and glaring at the doctor.

"Are you hurting or helping her?" He growled, making the medic freeze up in fear. You placed a gentle hand on Iljas arm, giving him a pointed look .

"Ilja, calm down." Your eyes flitted from him to his seat, and he reluctantly sat back down. "You can continue, sorry about him." The medic nodded nervously, Ilja's glare did nothing to soothe his nerves. He quickly hurried up the examination, taking note of your injuries.

"Alright, luckily it looks like you have some bruised ribs and a mild sprain on your ankle. Nothing appears to be fractured, but I can't clear you until you are fully healed up. Just rest up with some ice and you'll be fine."

You nodded, thankful that was all it was. The medic handed you some ice and gave you a small smile before leaving the two of you alone to your own devices. Ilja was mumbling angrily under his breath as soon as the door shut, and you sighed and glared at him.

"Ilja, I told you calm down."

"Yeah, let me just shut off all my emotions and calm down after those three hooligans caused you to get hurt." He scoffed. "For Dom out of all people, you know he doesn't care about anyone but himself!"

You sighed and leaned back on the examination table, wincing at the coldness of the ice on your skin. "This was probably his plan in the first place, take my championship opportunity and taunt me by hurting you in the process? I can't believe you'd get hurt for him!"

You winced, this time not just from the cold of the ice but also from Ilja's anger.

"Okay, he might be an asshole but he's not that much of an asshole! And I didn't want to tell you because I didn't know how you'd react, but Dominik and I have been talking, trying to get to know each other. He's not what you think, Ilja. He's…" You searched for the right words, "complicated. But he's not evil. He’s actually really sweet. And Carmelo has been looking out for me too. They both have. I know it's… complicated, but please try to understand."

You could always tell the way Ilja was feeling through his eyes. They were expressive in an away that was simply him. And right now, his fiery red eyes were a mixture of anger, concern, most of all, hurt. You let the silence play out until the was ready to speak. Finally, he let out a long, heavy sigh.

"I…them? Out of all people? Since when?”

You paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Since a few weeks ago, after my match with Roxanne. We bumped into each other, and things just sort of... happened. I didn't plan for it, Ilja. It just did. And I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t want to hurt you. But that ended up happening anyways.”

You turned away from him, looking at the wall instead of his intense gaze that made you feel vulnerable and exposed, like he knew every single one of your thoughts. He reached out, gently turning your face back toward him.

"You didn't hurt me, and I don't care about the title opportunity, I care about you. And seeing you laying there, hurt because of them, it tore me apart. It took everything in me not to lose my mind." His voice was softer now, more raw, and it tugged at your heartstrings.

You set the ice down and reached out to him, placing a hand on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking his skin.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, and for costing you the match. But I'm not sorry for what I did. He would have done the exact same for me, and I know you would have too." You stroked his cheek, your eyes boring into his. "And I'm not asking you to trust them, I'm asking you to trust me."

Ilja was lost in his thoughts for a moment, his hand covering yours, holding it against his cheek. "You're right, I would've done the same thing in a heartbeat. And I trust you more than anyone, you know that. And as much as I'd hate to see you get hurt again, if you trust them, then I support you. But promise me you'll be careful. I don't want to see you hurt like this again."

You nodded, a grin spreading across your face as his words washed over you. "I promise. And if anything happens, I'll let you beat them up."

Ilja let out a soft chuckle and caressed your hand against his cheek. "Deal. And no take backs, so if you see me beating up Dominik you can't get mad."

You giggled, the sound filling up the room and making the tension dissipate. "Deal, but only if he really deserves it." Ilja smiled at your giggling form before pulling you into a hug. You relaxed into his arms, feeling his arms tighten around you as you guys nestled into each other for what felt like hours.

You finally pulled away when he was fully relaxed, a smile playing on his lips as he looked at you. "Now go shower and get my stuff, you stink!" You teased and gave him a playful shove.

Ilja laughed heartily at your comment. "Alright, alright. I'll go freshen up. Jesus, you're injured and you're still beating me up."

You giggled again and pushed him towards the door as best as you could. He rolled his eyes and gave you a warm smile before leaving. Once he left, you hobbled back onto the table and placed the ice back on, shutting your eyes and trying to relax.

Time seemed to blur as you finally let yourself relax after everything that happened, and at one point you must've fallen asleep, cause you were woken up by loud knocking on the door.

"Come in." you called, your voice hoarse. The door creaked open, and in walked in a guilty looking Dominik and a concerned Carmelo trudging behind him. Their eyes softened when they looked at you, going over to you, and Dominik got to you first, his eyes pleasing and red as he reached out to you.

"Mi amor… fuck… I'm so sorry for this, for you getting hurt, for everything. This is all my fault." His hands hovered uncertainly around you, as if he didn't know whether he was allowed to touch. You made the first move, taking his hand and squeezing it.

"Dominik, it's not your fault. I chose to step in, remember? You smiled reassuringly, your voice gentle as you looked into his eyes, seeing the unshed tears in them. "And you're not the one who hurt me. So, stop blaming yourself."

"But I should've handled Bronn myself, mi amor. I shouldn't have let you step in. I should've protected you!" Dominik insisted, his voice heavy with guilt.

"Dom…" You tried to interrupt, but he cut you off with an angry huff.

"No, don't do that. Don't act like it's okay. It's not okay! You got hurt because of me!" Dominik voice got louder with anger, and frustration. He pulled his hand away and ran a hand through his disheveled hair, pacing back and forth in the dimly lit room.

"Dom-"

"This happened because of me-"

"She said it's not your fault!" Carmelo shouted, the room going silent at his outburst. Dominik stopped pacing and looked at him with shock in his eyes at his words that were surprisingly supportive.

You watched as Carmelo walked towards Dominik, a stern look on his face. "I know we don't like each other and you prolly won't listen to me, but listen to her." Carmelo gestured to you, sitting on the table trying not to grimace as you sat up. "She made her choice, and we can't change that. She forgave you, and if she says it's not your fault, then it's not. Blaming yourself won't make yourself feel better. Trust me, dude."

They stared at each other, a tense silence filling the room as Dominik glared at him, a look in your eyes you couldn't place. You couldn't tell if he wanted to beat Carmelo's face in too or comfort you, probably both.

After what felt like hours, Dominik finally let out a heavy sigh and his shoulders slumped. "You're actually right for once."

Carmelo raised an eyebrow, Dominik wasn't actually insulting him for once?

"I am always right."

"Don't push it." And there it is, the classic banter between them. It brought a small smile to your face, despite the pain coursing through your body.

"He is right, Dom." You chimed in, your voice gentle but firm. You gestured for both of them to come to you, and they did, standing in front of you, their expressions still filled with guilt. You reached out, taking one of Dominik's hands and one of Carmelo's, intertwining your fingers with theirs.

"This is nobody's fault except Bronn's. You both tried to protect me, and I appreciate it. And I want no more blaming each other or yourselves for what happened. You can't protect me all the time, and I'm a big girl, I can handle myself, okay? Your voice was soft yet serious as you spoke, giving them a look that meant business.

"And no more fighting. I get that you don't like each other, but I like both of you, and I want you both in my life. I'm not saying be besties, but please don't be at each other's throats every hour of every day. Can we agree on that?"

You didn't know what you were expecting, maybe another argument to come out of this? You held your breath as they shared a look, a silent understanding between them before they turned back to you.

"If it makes you happy, we'll do anything for you. " Carmelo said sincerely, squeezing your hand.

Dominik nodded in agreement, his grip on your hand just as tight. "Even if I don't like it-" He gave Carmelo the side eye before turning back to you. "I'll do it for you."

You gave them a geniune smile, your eyes beaming with happiness. "That's all I ask." You sat up fully and kissed each of their cheeks, before standing up, using the table for support.

"Whoa, whoa, where are you going, mi corazon?" Dominik asked, the both of them quick to support you.

"Ilja was supposed to be back with my stuff, but he's taking forever, so I'm gonna go check on him."

"No need to, we ran into him in the hallway on our way here. We kinda had a talk, and got your stuff." Carmelo confessed, nervously scratching at the back of his head. He gestured towards a bag on the nearby chair. "It's all there."

You gave them an appreciative smile before your furrowed your brows in surprise, a talk with Ilja could range from peaceful to murder. Considering none of them looked like they got into a fight, you figured it went as well as it could.

"What kind of talk? Please tell me he didn't say anything embarrassing, I'll kill him."

They both chuckled, amusement in their eyes. You leaned against both men, leaning your head on Carmelo's shoulder and letting Dominik wrap an arm around you, a teasing smile on his lips. "Don't worry hermosa, he was on his best behavior."

"But it went… well, actually." Carmelo continued, a thoughtful expression on his face. "We had a… heated exchange at first, but he seemed genuinely concerned about you, and, uh, he made it very very clear that we better take care of you right, or there'd be consequences." Carmelo added, his expression turning serious for a moment. "He was kinda intimadting, not gonna lie."

"Intimdating to you. He's not scary to me." Dominik voiced, a proud smirk on his face until you gave him a sharp glare that made him backtrack and tell you the truth.

"Okay, maybe he's a little intimidating," Dominik admitted with a sheepish grin, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "But only a little. And I can still kick his ass."

"Yeah, in your dreams." Carmelo said with a chuckle. Dominik gave him another glare, but this time it didn't seem as deadly as before. "I totally could! Mi corazon, back me up!" He looked at you with wide eyes, mentally telling you to agree with him.

"Mhm, I'm sure you could." You replied with a playful grin, you and Carmelo laughing at the offended look Dominik gave you.

"Okay, as much as I would love for you to tell me all the ways you can beat up Ilja Dom." you said, still grinning, "I feel like total shit, and all I want to do is sleep this pain away. And I can barely walk, let alone drive. So if you really want to make it up to me, you can drive me back to the hotel."

Dominik's expression softened immediately. "Of course, mi amor. I'll carry you if I have to."

"Like she'll let you, miss independent." Carmelo teased, and you gave him a faux pout.

"Now that you said that, you are absolutely carrying me." You teased back, earning a playful groan from him.

Carmelo rolled his eyes but gave you a smirk. "Whatever the lady wants, the lady gets."

"How come I don't get to carry you?" Dominik whined, making you giggle at him. "You can grab my stuff, sweetie."

"Ya snooze, ya lose, dude." Carmelo smirked at him, laughing when you made grabby hands at him, and he scooped you up in his arms, surprising you with how effortlessly he carried you.

"Wow, someone's been hitting the gym." you teased, playfully poking his bicep. "Very hot."

"You think so?" Carmelo shot you a smug grin. You chuckled and winked at him. "Definitely."

"Alright, show off," Dominik grumbled as he grabbed your bag and followed behind you and Carmelo, but the smile he had on showed you he wasn't actually mad. You wrapped your arms around Carmelo's neck and settled into his arms, feeling safe and comfortable despite the pain, closing your eyes and letting him carry you out of the arena.

You let yourself fall into slumber, ignoring everything else around you until you felt yourself being laid in the car.

"Go back to sleep, mi corazon. We'll be here when you wake up."

You nodded drowsily, seeing a blur of Carmelo and feeling a kiss on your cheek before you drifted back to a deep sleep.

The next time you stirred, it was to the soft murmur of voice and then you felt yourself being pulled from the cozy seat of the car, the chilly air making you curl up into whoever was holding you. You blinked sleepily, your vision slowly clearing as you realized you werein front of the hotel. . Dominik had you in his arms this time, and he looked down at you with a soft smile.

"Hey there, sleeping beauty," Dominik said with a warm smile as he gazed down at you. "We're back at the hotel. Ready to go inside and get some rest?"

You mustered up a sleepy grin, curling up even more into him. He didn't seem to mind, giving you an amused smile and a gentle squeeze. "Yes, please," you mumbled softly, your voice heavy with fatigue.

He carefully carried you inside the hotel, Carmelo trailing behind with all your stuff. It was quiet, soothing music from the speakers making you even more tired. Once you made it up to your floor, Carmelo opened the door, to your room, holding it open for Dominik to carry you inside. You sighed in content as Dominik placed you onto the bed, soft blankets enveloping you in warmth.

"Your clothes are in here, we figured you didn't want to sleep in that dress." Carmelo explained, placing your bag next to the bed. "The bathroom is all yours. Do you need help changing?"

You let out a small chuckle at Carmelo's question. "I think I can manage, but trust me, both of you are more than welcome to join me in the bathroom. You're sweet for asking."

Carmelo's eyebrows shot up in surprise, a playful glint in his eyes as Dominik smirked at the thought. "Trust me, neither of us are opposed to that. But I don't want to hurt you even more.'

"I'll be gentle." Dominik winked at you, making you give him a seductive smile as you slowly made your way to the bathroom."I am gonna shower, relax, wash all this off me, and if you guys really wanna make it up to me, you'll take good care of me and help me take my mind off of this pain. Right?"

Dominik and Carmelo shared a mischievous glance before nodding in agreement.

"Absolutely, mi amor," Dominik said with a grin. "We're gonna be at your service."

Carmelo looked you up and down, his heated gaze making you shiver in anticipation. "Trust me, we'll take good care of you." His voice was low and sexy, making you bite your lip and want him to take you right then and there.

You winked at them before stepping into the bathroom, stripping off your clothes and stepping under the warm water, the heat soothing your body and your pain. You wrapped yourself in a robe once you were done, fixing up your face before stepping out and making your way to the bedroom.

Dominik and Carmelo were sitting on the bed on their phones, but as soon as you entered the room their eyes snapped to you, putting their phones down and looking at you with desire in their eyes.

"Damn, mi amor, you clean up nice.” Dominik praised, patting the spot on the bed between them.

You approached them, the robe lightly falling off your shoulder, a sultry smile playing on your lips. "Are you guys ready to take care of me?”

Carmelo's eyes darkened with lust as he reached out to pull you closer, and you settled between them on the bed. "Oh, we will, baby. We'll take very good care of you."

Carmelo kissed you first, his lips warm and inviting. The softness of his mouth against yours made you hungry with need, his tongue teasing as it prodded into your mouth, and every touch, every kiss sent shivers of pleasure through your body.

Dominik came up from behind you, pulling on your robe until it fell to the floor, revealing the curves of your body. His hands traced the lines of your skin, caressing and kneading the soft skin and leaving a trail of heat on your skin as he kissed your neck, both men bringing you down onto the bed.

Let's just say, they made it up to you, very very well.

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Sympathy For Wolves: Werewolf!Blackwatch!Cole Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Chapter 7: What Big Claws You Have

“To lovers, the moon is a thing of beauty; But, to this man, it is a deadly curse.” ~ Wolfman Jack

“Cassidy!” Reyes called out for him.

The night ops commander tried to grab onto Cole’s arm as he fled, barely managing to snag a hold of the cowboy’s bicep by the skin on his teeth just before the fabric slipped from his fingertips. Cole fled down the hallway, scrambling around the corner quickly and retreated back to his room. He could hear Reyes calling out for him, telling him to hold up, but Cole needed to flee.

He nearly slammed against his door, hand shaking as he punched in his room’s pin number and almost fell inside when the door parted.

He felt like he was going to vomit.

He pressed his back against the door, hands flat on the metal and head pressing painfully against the cold slab of sliding steel. The room was spinning, tilting with every blink he rapidly took, the corners of his vision were starting to get a little dark. His eyes had started to sting again, the burning sensation flaring with every move his eyes made just like they did moments ago in front of that plant in Moira’s office.

He could feel the contents of his stomach bubbling, he could feel his organs twisting into sailor knots. His chest was tight, it felt like his ribs were going to all pop apart if his chest squeezed any tighter. It felt like he was getting pinned under Reinhardt’s hairy and very sweaty body again but ten times worse.

Cole stumbled away from the door, barely able to catch himself on his dresser’s edge as his legs nearly gave out from under his brawny weight. His hands clawed at the roughened wood, worn from him carelessly tossing things like his gunbelt to bottles to his heavy ass armor onto it. He pushed himself up, forearms flexing as his back started to burn from the stretch of his muscles. His arm Moira had just drawn blood from felt as though he lit it ablaze, like it had been blown off from the elbow down. His fingers felt numb, it was agonizing to bend it, all he could do was curled it underneath him and squeeze it against his stomach as he braced himself on his dresser.

A low, pained groan forced its way past Cole’s lips, his mouth hanging just barely open as his temples throbbed. It felt like someone had put his thoughts into a blender, making nothing but incoherent nonsense as the sound drowned out from his ears. All he could hear was his heart beating all too quickly in his chest, each pound was like nails on a chalkboard, the hairs on his body standing straight up as a cold sweat doused over him.

What the fuck was that plant?

Was he poisoned? He had to have been.

Cole’s eyes fluttered open, wincing at how much the room was still spinning. He felt like he had just downed an entire bottle of the cheapest liquor the harsh American desert could off, something that could really cut through just about anybody with just one touch on the tongue. His stomach curled and coiled like it had just happened, too, acting as though it could purge itself at any second now but the feeling never bubbled over and onto the rug beneath his boots.

He spied the small standing mirror that he had on top of his dresser and snatched at it, quickly bringing it up close to his face with trembling hands.

His eyes were their usual shade of honey brown. They were wide with fear, the whites had been bloodshot, but they were human. They were some sick shade of acidic yellow, they didn’t give off some sort of glow like this was some stupid fantasy movie. They were just normal, boring and brown.

He dropped the mirror back onto the dresser as he exhaled the breath he had been holding in.

Cole forced himself to stand up on wobbling legs, leaning himself off of his dresser until he managed to stand on his own two feet without falling over. His steps were messy, heavy and slow like he was trying to walk on a tightrope to his bed. It looked like a cloud sent straight down from heave in his eyes. He kept his arm still tucked up against his chest and stomach, nursing it as he eyed his bed with exhausted eyes.

Sleep.

That’s what he needed: Sleep. He would sleep and he would feel a whole lot better when he woke up. It had to work. He couldn’t risk going to Angela with this and expose himself that he snooped and he sure as hell wasn’t going back to Moira with her office full of poisonous plants. If sleep would help his hangovers, it should help this.

It felt as though time had dripped on like hardened honey, every step felt like it took forever in his distorted vision until he finally reached his bed.

He collapsed against it, legs giving out on him once again as he basically fell face first against the covers. His body felt suddenly warm all over, the thick flannel beneath him cradled him like he was a baby, softly soothing his hazy mind until it had switched off to darkness.

Your scent that drowned his entire body was like a sweet mother’s lullaby, dulling the pain of the day as his senses quickly shut off.

Cole suddenly opened his eyes. He was freezing cold, almost as though he had been dunked in a bath of ice cold water just to wake him from his slumber.

Except, he wasn’t sure he was sleeping… At least in his bedroom.

Cole’s eyes opened up to see the stars above. Trees had speared upwards toward the sky from the corners of his vision, tall pines like spikes against the night blue sky. The full moon sat directly over his head, shining brightly, burning at his eyes the more he stared up at it.

He sat up with a short shout, his bare hands snatching up the soft grass that pillowed beneath him. He rubbed his arms against himself, hugging his body as it shivered in the night’s cold kissing breeze. Looking down, Cole found that he was not in the uniform he was wearing just as he collapsed on his bed; Instead, he was in his usual sleepwear consisting of a well worn t-shirt and thin flannel sleeping pants. No wonder he was fucking freezing.

Cole looked over his shoulder, doing his best to ignore the biting cold and how his breath puffs out like smoke before his eyes, looking along the trees that surrounded him as though they would suddenly produce answers with worried eyes. How did he get here? Why was he in different clothes?

Was this a dream?

Cole felt his heart pounding all over his skin, his ears were full of static as his blood roared in his veins trying to keep him warm. His fingers were starting to feel a little tingly as he tucked them under his armpits for extra warmth.

He had to get out of here… wherever here was.

Cole finally found it in himself to stand, his legs wobbling as he slowly stood up. He winced at the tightness all over his body, his joints popping and his head started to throb at the temples again.

He started for the trees, managing to get past an overgrown root poking out of the earth when he felt something shift in the air.

A branch snapping somewhere in the woods had Cole turning on his heel, eyes pinned on the direction the sound had come from just on the other side of the clearing. It didn’t take a second glance to see a single yellow eye cutting through the darkness to scare the shit out of him. It felt like he had just been drowned in another ice bath just from looking at that one eye sitting amongst the tall pine trees.

He watched in horror as a large dog-like foot broke from the darkness and stepped into the clearing, dark claws churning up the dirt and grass as it put its full weight onto it. It slowly stepped out into the clearing, the rest of its body slowly being exposed in the pale moonlight. Cole backed up further into the trees himself, for the one step the monster took towards him he took five back.

It looked a lot more different than their meeting in Washington.

It looked sickly. Its fur was matted and caked in what Cole could only describe to be dry blood and possibly pus. Some parts of its body were hairless, completely missing patches while others had thinning fur across the skin, almost as though it had mange. It looked a lot skinnier and more lanky like it hadn’t been eating. There were more scars on its body, especially its face. The muzzle on that thing had horrible scratches carved in, some of its fangs were missing as it snarled at him in the trees. But it was still missing its eye and Cole could spot the bullet he had shot into its shoulder just barely missing where the throat began.

Cole nearly choked on his spit as it just stood there watching him. Why wasn’t it attacking him? Why wasn’t it trying to maul him like it did just last month? Why wasn’t it trying to finish the job? His entire body had curled up like a tight coil, at the first sign of that monster lunging at him he would book it through the woods.

Instead, it just continued to look at him with that fucking creepy ass eye that Cole really couldn’t look away from. He knew the second he would look away, something would happen though.

Cole found it suddenly hard to breathe the longer he stood there glaring at the beast in front of him. He wasn’t freezing cold anymore, in fact, it was the opposite. His skin felt as though it was burning in the sun despite it being nearly pitch black where he stood.

And then he felt his heart sear inside of him.

Cole choked on his breath, eyes widening as the air had been suddenly sucked out of his lungs. He tried to shout in pain only for nothing to come out. It felt like he had been stabbed in the heart, right in between his ribs as his lungs ached like they had been punctured. His legs gave out under him, falling to his knees as one of his forearms caught him before he faceplanted into the plush grass. His fingers snatched up the grass, tearing it from the hardened dirt as his back arched and his mouth hung open in a silent scream.

Another throb of his heart, another stabbing feeling-

But this time, Cole found the air to cry out in agony.

He felt miserable.

Gloved fingers rubbed at exhausted eyes, pinching at the space between his brows as a soft groan emitted from the back of his throat. His mouth was drier than the dusty desert he once called home, his head was foggier than a night on the beach after it rained. There was still a dull pounding at the back of his skull, his temple still flared with pain when he grit and ground his back teeth. From how much he’s been clenching his jaw, he was surprised that his molars hadn’t cracked under the pressure yet.

The noises of the mess hall only made it worse. All of the talking and laughing and the scraping of metal utensils on ceramic plates, it grated at his ears and dwindled down his thinning nerves. Why did everything feel so loud all of a sudden?

Cole pulled his cup of scalding hot coffee closer to him by the rim, nearly splashing out the dark liquid from how rough he was. Coffee was probably the last thing he needed right now save for the cigarettes he had just smoked right before coming in here, but he needed something to keep him up after the nightmare that had woken him up in the middle of the night.

It felt too real for comfort. Cole swore he could still feel the stabbing pain in his chest whenever he would move a certain way, especially when bending over. How could a dream do something like? How could a pain like that still linger? His chest felt sore, it was even worse when he woke up in an awkward position all tangled in the sheets by himself. It felt like someone had split his chest open and was tugging at his ribs.

He blinked slowly, moving his hand away from his face as he looked around the mess hall filled to the brim with Overwatch agents. He knew most of them, obviously, but it felt like there were more packed in today than ever. He could make out the few key members mingling with the regular soldiers, but he couldn’t quite make you out in the crowd just yet.

Cole raised the mug of blazing hot coffee that was literally just made not even two minutes ago to his lips and knocked back at least half of the bitter goodness before setting his mug back down on the table. His throat burned but he really didn’t care. He needed to be awake; If he was awake, he wouldn’t have nightmares like last night.

Right?

Wrong. He knew shit like this can only get worse if he avoided help. He’s seen it in Deadlock and especially here. Nightmares from whatever the poor soul witnessed right in front of their eyes, hallucinations of pain where they had been shot or stabbed, seeing things that really aren’t there. Cole had two out of three already, and as he eyed the mess hall, he couldn’t help but wonder if his sanity had already started to dwindle. Hell, his eyes changing to that sickening yellow color had to have been a sick vision, right? Except, Reyes saw them, just the sight alone got him to shut up and that fucker never stops talking.

Cole raised his mug again, quickly swallowing the rest of its contents before placing the mug back down and leaning back in his chair, pushing the empty mug to the center of the table to deal with later.

His eyes wandered to the long line for food only getting longer as most of the soldiers went back for seconds by this time - Reinhardt was probably on his fourth plate by now as he watched the walking mountain slap the tray down on his table while his other seat-mates looked on in either disgust or intrigue. His stomach turned and twisted at the sight of steaming hot food piled onto plates. He felt ravenous as though he hadn’t eaten in days, but just the thought of eating made him feel sick to his stomach. The smells alone really weren’t helping him at all, but the coffee machine in the Blackwatch wing was currently out of order and Angela’s med bay was packed full of sick or injured soldiers so he couldn’t bum off of her machine.

Some of the smells toyed with his nose, smelling like heaven served up on a silver platter. He wanted to so badly devour something right now. Maybe a steak, bloody rare with mashed potatoes and green beans. Just the thought of a big juicy steak made his mouth start to water. The thought of a blue rare steak briefly crossed his mind, then a raw one. Just the thought of a freshly cut steak that was still bleeding made his mouth water and his stomach to cry out for food.

Another mug of steaming hot coffee was placed right in front of him by a gentle hand. Following the striking blue Overwatch uniform sleeve up, Cole found you attached to it. You had your own cup in your other hand, a soft smile spread across your face.

“Mind if I sit with you, cowboy?” you hummed.

“Please,” Cole’s voice was soft, barely audible over the ruckus that surrounded you both.

You sat across from him, stirring your coffee with a spoon as you eyed him with worry painted on your face.

“Didn’t sleep well last night?” You weren’t there, you were on a later shift stuck doing paperwork all night long. Cole missed your presence in his room, in his bed. His heart sank when he woke up and you weren’t there pressed up against him. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“I had a bad dream,” he shrugged.

“I’m sorry, cowboy, I should’ve stopped by after your appointment with Moira.”

Cole looked back up at you from the new coffee cup to see you had a look of regret on your face. His chest twisted at the sight of you looking so sad.

“Don’t be. Morrison’s been runnin’ ya ragged. If ya stopped to see me, he woulda blown a gasket.”

You paused at his words, knowing he was right.

“You’ve been having those bad dreams lately. Did you tell Angela?” You hesitated before asking the question you knew he wouldn’t like. “Moira?”

Just hearing that woman’s name made Cole’s skin crawl. He still couldn’t get over what happened yesterday. He spent a good ten minutes looking in his bathroom mirror when he woke up, staring intently at his eyes to see if they would do it again but they never did. What was that fucking plant and why did it do that to him? His grip on the coffee cup tightened, threatening to crack the piece of cheap porcelain.

“No and hell no.” Cole sipped at his coffee. “Angela’s busy, I don’ wanna bother her.”

“She’s worried about you.” You stopped stirring your coffee. “I’m worried about you.” Your words made Cole’s heart sink in his chest to his stomach. Your hand slowly reached out across the table to place itself on to his own. He couldn’t help but look up into your eyes, really seeing how worried you are. “Are you okay? I know you don’t want to talk about what happened, but I know this is all happening because of it. Right?”

“Darlin’, ‘m sorry.”

“You said you were going to tell me what happened, but you never got the chance to. Either you get pulled away or I do. I’m really worried about you Cole. You’ve been acting… weird.”

Your words made the knots in his gut tighten more. He never did get to tell you what happened, how he was basically a human squeaky toy for a big hairy monster and how he’s been having nightmares and weird cravings and all of this weird shit. What even would you say? What could you even do?

“I know, and ‘m so sorry pumpkin.” Your eyes were so full of worry and love that it felt like Cole had just gotten punched in the stomach. “We’re here now. I can tell ya.”

“You don’t have to, I’m just worried is all-”

“No,” he stopped you. He looked around the mess hall, his eyes locking on Moira who was already looking in his general direction. He saw the way she eyed between the two of you, eyes narrowing in thought. It sent shivers down his spine being in her sights. “Let’s go back to our room, I’ll tell ya there.”

Cole stood up from his chair and offered you his hand which you took quickly. He lead you out of the mess hall, weaving through people and dodging chairs and tables before you both broke free from the noisy crowd. The walk back to your bedroom was mostly silent, just the sounds of both of your boots connecting with the metallic flooring filling the void until you reached his door. Once the door slid open, you both walked in and sat down on the bed next to each other.

Cole felt like he was going to throw up. Not from pain, but from panic this time. How was he going to explain this to you?

You picked up on his unease, placing your hand right back onto his own as it grabbed at the edge of the bed. Just your touch alone soothed him, his shoulders stopped tensing.

“What happened in Washington, Cole?”

You gave him the beginning, all he needed to do was give you the middle and the end.

“Talon was usin’ an old base for somethin’. Overwatch was investigating but they needed to bring us in. When we got there, it was like a ghost town. Even saw where they set up camp, but it was a wreck. We had to go on foot to the base and it was in worse condition. We all got separated and…” Cole had to stop. His throat felt dry again, and a little scratchy too. “I found ‘em. I found ‘em all.”

“Overwatch?”

“And Talon.”

Your eyebrows were thrown up as shock overtook your features.

“You don’t mean-”

“Dead. All of ‘em. The entire Overwatch team and probably all of Talon in that base.” Cole felt sick to his stomach as he thought back. All of that blood splattered across that entire room. All of the gore flashing in front of his eyes like he was still back there. You squeezed his hand, reassuring his racing heart as it pounded in his ears. “I found what killed ‘em all.”

Shock quickly replaced itself with fear on your face. You knew exactly what he meant by ‘what’ not being ‘who.’

“What was in that base?”

Cole shook his head, his throat feeling like it was closing up as the nightmarish memories haunted his vision. Those wicked claws, those crooked teeth, those putrid yellow eyes. And the smell. Oh God, the smell.

“Some kinda monster they made got out. Killed ‘em all then came after me.”

Cole wanted to kick himself right in the ass. Why did he say monster? The horrified look on your face said it all. He caught you suddenly staring at his shoulder that he got bit on before looking back at his face.

The reality was starting to settle in Cole’s gut.

Was it really a werewolf? Was he actually bitten by a werewolf?

Fear stabbed right through him just like in his nightmare as the terrifying thought crossed his mind: Is he going to turn into one?

No. There’s no fucking way. Werewolves are just a myth, a story, a made up thing to put in trashy monster movies. They’re not real. Whatever it was that attacked him was not a damn werewolf. It’s impossible. He’s seen the reports that come out Talon and how they experiment all of the damn time on poor and innocent souls. He’s seen how Talon changes people whether its through powerful concoctions of steroids and craziness or by genetic experiments alone. Hell, you’ve even seen them too. Why wouldn’t that freak of nature that used him as a jaw workout be any different?

He felt your hand caress his face, stroking at his stubbled jaw before turning his face to look at you by his chiseled chin. The moment your eyes met, Cole felt that raging fear in his heart start to quell. You knew exactly how to calm him down.

He could smell the coffee on your breath, see the exhaustion in your eyes, feel the warmth of your skin on his. Just being here with you felt intoxicating.

There was that sweet smell again, that smell that was like heaven on earth that Cole swore up and down that it had to be your perfume. It lulled his tense nerves, it fogged up his rattled mind. It smelled of the most luxurious chocolate out there in the world, like the sweetest of wines, like the most delectable fruit that he wanted to sink his teeth into.

He suddenly pressed his lips against yours, shocking you but you didn’t pull away. Cole’s hands found your waist and tugged you in close, your hands reaching out to grab ahold of Cole’s uniform for support at the edge of the bed. He nearly pulled you onto his lap before rolling you until your back was on the mattress. He hadn’t made the bed after his fitful sleep from last night, the flannel blanket was a rumpled mess beneath you as he straddled you by the waist. You broke from the kiss, placing your hands on Cole’s broad shoulders to stop him before he could swipe another kiss from you.

“Don’t you have stuff to do today?” you worried.

“They can wait,” was all he said before his hungry lips found your once again.

You moaned as his rough stubble scratched nicely at your skin, how his hands fumbled with your chest and squeezed your breasts through your uniform. God, he wanted to rip it off of you so badly. He wanted to take you right here and right now but he couldn’t. You were right, after all. He didn’t know how much time he had until someone came to track him down, but holy shit, he wanted to lay into you so badly. He wanted to hear you cry out in pleasure, plead for him, beg for more. He wanted to feel your warm, wet walls clench around him, to feel you come apart underneath him.

Your hands snaked up to Cole’s hair, knocking off his hat onto the bed and snagging a hold of his hair. Your fingers carded into his thick locks, tugging on the strands that needed a cut, scratching lightly at his scalp as he growled against your lips. He sank his teeth into your bottom lip, begging you to let him in which you graciously offered. Your tongues collided and danced together as he tried to explore your warm mouth. You’ve taken both his tongue and his dick so many times, and every time felt like pure perfection. Cole snarled into the kiss, deep and guttural, vibrating through his chest better than any engine could. Just the short, cut off noise you made from him nearly turned the tide, nearly allowed him to come undone and fuck you into the mattress until you only remembered his name. He wanted to hear you chant it so badly.

You couldn’t help but buck your hips up, getting another rise out of Cole. He felt his cock start to tingle with life, slowly starting to press up against his boxers the more you moaned and whimpered and sighed as you made out with him. To keep his calm, Cole snatched at the headboard with one of his hands, his nails biting into the wood as his other hand remained on your breast, kneading it passionately and pinching at your nipple to pebble it. He wanted to lick and bite at your tits so badly, to feel their soft warmth and weight in his hands, to pull such illicit moans from your mouth for him to swallow. He wanted to hear that noise come out of you again, and he was damn well inspired to make it happen.

His hand started to cramp up from how tight his hand clamped against the headboard, his fingers started to ache. He felt his fingertips start to seize up and get hot. It felt like something had splintered through his fingers and dug under his nail beds, stabbing right into his fingers and digging in deep.

A firm knock on the door startled you both, Cole’s head shooting up to stare at the headboard in front of him and looking directly at his trembling hand clamped over the wood while you tried to calm your breathing.

“Cassidy, you in there?” It was Reyes, now, at a very, very bad time. “Cassidy, we need to talk. Get out here.”

Cole went to unlatch his hand from the headboard only to find that his fingertips were hard to remove, tugging back when he pulled on them until they popped out. Fear had quickly shot right through his entire body at the sight of long nails at the end of his fingers, slightly pointed and darker than his natural nail color.

Claws. Fucking claws. Was this another sick, twisted hallucination his mind was playing with? He could see how red his nailbeds were, he could spy the blood thinly hugging his cuticles. His hand trembled in the air as you clung to him by his chest, burying your face into his shirt none-the-wiser, most likely out of embarrassment for getting caught once again with Cole by Reyes. Cole balled his hand, wincing as the nails cut into his calloused palm as he sat up on his knees and faced the door, desperately searching his mind for an escape plan.

But as Reyes pounded on the door once again, he knew he had been boxed in.

“Cassidy! I’m not gonna say it again!”

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Chapter Six: ILL-PREPARED

A/N: Loki faces the immediate consequences of his decision to flee from his responsibilities.

Word Count: 1100

Rating: Mature

Tags: Sick Loki, Epic hangover, Thor being a good brother

Chapter Index

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+ *Minors DNI*

Loki awoke to Thor slapping his face. “Wake up, you useless ass! I have let you sleep for as long as I could.” Thor gave his cheeks a couple more slaps for good measure. “Wake up! It is time to start getting ready.” Thor grabbed Loki’s wrists and swiftly pulled him to a sitting position.

He was in his bed back at the palace. Servants were bustling around the room, entering, and exiting the bathroom, cleaning, dusting, and fretting to get his apartment back in order. Loki watched the movement for a moment when his stomach suddenly lurched. He had no time to react before he vomited over the side of the bed, narrowly missing Thor’s boots.

“Fuck! Loki!” Thor quickly went to the other side of the bed and pulled him away from the putrid mess. “Loki! I need you to cooperate with me here. Our parents are on their way. They will throttle me for letting you get this bad. I was supposed to be keeping an eye on you. You are going to get me into so much trouble!”

“Kill me. Put me out of my misery. Death would be a welcome relief. Oh…” Loki dropped his head into his hands.

“Don’t think I haven’t considered it. Get up! You need to bathe and dress. We may get away with this if we can keep you upright for the next couple of hours.”

“Can’t… cannot move… dying.“ Loki squeezed his eyes closed and laid back down on the bed. “Tell Mother I am ill. Tell her it came on suddenly. Bring me some ale; it will make me feel better.”

“And Mother will send for the healers, and they will tell her you are not ill but drowning in your cups. What then, genius?” Thor pulled Loki up to sit again.

“Drink this!” Thor commanded, shoving a cup into his hand. He took a tentative sip and grimaced.

“What the bloody Hel is this?” he snarled, glaring down at the cup.

“It is water, you idiot! Drink!”

“The bath is ready, Your Highness,” a maid announced from the ensuite doorway.

“I can’t believe I am doing this.” Thor pulled Loki to his feet and slung one arm around his waist. “Can you walk? Lean on me.” He led him to the bathroom.

“I want him shining like a diamond. Wash his hair, trim his nails, and scrub him raw. And do it quickly. We do not have much time.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” the maids responded in unison and set to work.

When he emerged from the bathroom an hour later, his rooms were fresh, clean, and calm. Only Thor remained; Loki heard him pacing in the sitting room.

He stopped in the bedroom to admire his reflection in the full-length mirror next to his wardrobe. He was given black leather trousers and a heavy black tunic with gold and green patterns embroidered on the sleeves. He wore a wide, black leather belt with a large gold buckle and scabbard decorated with gold and green serpents twinning around the outside. A forest green cape hung from his shoulders, secured by two gold clasps shaped like snakes.

Loki thought this was the finest ensemble he had ever worn.

He bristled when his gaze finally landed on his face. His cheeks and eyes were sunken, his skin had a corpse-like grey tint, and the dark purple rings under his eyes were pronounced. His lips were chapped and flakey. His usually pretty eyes were lifeless and bloodshot.

He pushed aside the high neck of the tunic to see the bites and scratches that trailed down the slim column of his neck. His hair looked thin and dull as it hung just above his shoulders. At least it is clean, he thought.

The seiðr was all but exhausted from his body. He was healing at a snail’s pace. He needed a warm meal and a good night’s sleep. He could not recall the last time he had eaten food or much else after receiving his mother’s first message.

‘I meet my wife today.’ Loki’s stomach lurched. The mixture of nerves and an epic hangover threatened to do him in at any moment. He raked a hand over his face. He took a few deep breaths and squeezed his eyes closed while he waited for the nausea to pass. He could not recall a time when he felt worse. He would be expected to be charming, regal, and handsome in just a few minutes as he publicly met his betrothed in front of the entire realm.

He flashed himself his most devastating smile and immediately cringed. He shook his head and raked his hand over his face again. A stranger was staring back at him in the mirror.

‘What have I done to myself?’ he thought. ‘The girl will run screaming back to the countryside. Perhaps she will refuse the marriage after getting a good look at me.’

He did his best to stride confidently from his bedroom, but the sudden demand for his body to move made him lightheaded, and he slammed into the doorframe with a thud.

Thor, pacing in front of the fireplace, jumped at the sound. “Norns, Loki!” He rushed to his brother’s side.

“I cannot do this today.” Loki rested his head on his forearm and pressed into the doorway.

“There is no choice! The entire palace, minus the two of us, is at the gate. All the realm has been invited to watch as Asgard welcomes the future princess! You could say it is kind of a big deal. Now,” Thor mimicked Loki’s hand gestures up and down his body, “seiðr yourself an illusion to make yourself look less… dead.”

“But if only I could, Brother.” Loki’s normally velvet-smooth voice came out croaky. “My seiðr is dim. I could not summon an illusion if my life depended on it. If only I could rest. If only I had more time.”

Thor’s face softened, and he placed one big hand on Loki’s shoulder. “Time is the only thing we do not have now, baby brother. We must get moving. Half dead or not, you will meet your future this day.”

That is all it took for Loki’s stomach to lurch again. Thor noticed his face change color and quickly grabbed the waste bin next to Loki’s writing desk and thrust it under his face just in time.

Loki retched. He heaved and heaved even after all the contents of his stomach were long gone. Thor grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wiped the sweat beading on his brother’s forehead. “Mother and Father will be murderous. We are both dead men walking.”

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Proper Holiday // Epilogue

Tangerine/GN!Reader

Rating: General // 416 words // Reader’s gender not described + they/them pronouns used

I bet you guys are real sick of me huh. G’mar chatima tovah

Ch.1 // Ch.2 // Ch.3 // Epilogue

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�� Tangerine had been shot, stabbed, and tattooed enough times to not even wince at the needle repeatedly pinching at his skin. He’d been sitting in that damned chair for about an hour and a half now, and his ass was starting to go numb from not being able to move. His hand involuntarily twitched upwards as the needle dug into a particularly soft spot, his usual artist going over a curved line.

He’d been scratching at his neck more often than not. A new nervous tick, a memory he wants to forget. A memory he can’t forget. The buzzing of the tattoo gun clicks off, and the presence at his sides leaves, “It’s done- now get out of my chair.” Tangerine flips off his artist good naturedly. The sting of the stretch feels good, and he’s already aching for a mirror. There’s a full length one on the opposite wall that he finds himself staring into, the low collar on his shirt showing off the newest addition of his tattoo collection.

In small, neat script trailing up the side of his neck, reads your name. And not that stupid flightless bird of a fruit- no, your real name. The one he’d had to ask your handler for.

It had only been a month, but he seemed to be able to see you everywhere.

Leaning in closer to the mirror, his fingers barely brushed the raised, red skin, as if it wasn’t real enough.

He vividly remembers a conversation you two had at a bar once, both pleasantly buzzed, and arm wrapped solidly around his shoulder as he bore his forearm to you. You were tracing over one of his birds, and he had asked you what you thought about tattoos.

“I like ‘em,” you slurred, eyes drooping and a serene smile on your face, “Think they’re pretty- you could get anything you wanted- like a- you could get a mouse! Maybe I’ll get a mouse.”

“Now why would you do that, darling?”

Your eyes blinked tiredly, looking up at him in ways that had his heart thumping faster. “Because once, when I was on the tube, I saw a mouse on the ground and she sat on my boot until I gave her a crumb of my muffin. I named her Terra.”

“So you’d get the name Terra tattooed on you?”

“Huh? Oh no- I think getting someone’s name tattooed is a poor idea. I’d just get a cute little mouse.”

You’d have to forgive him.

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I Don’t know if this is where I’m supposed to ask for it, but if you can, Jack with a pirate s/o? Have a nice day!💞

GAHH!! RHIS SOUNDS SO COOL YESSMM!! and YOU HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT AS WELL!!

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~ HEADCANONS. ~

× 'Steal, heel, and kneel,' ×

☆ CONTENT WARNING : Mention of v0m1t. ☆

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When you and Jack first met, it wasn't quite a pretty sight.

You are the leader of a big pirate gang. Well, yknow--

It was first heard of you upon a reporter that ran to Jack's door, desperately knocking upon the wood that hid his trophy room from the outside world.

Agitated, annoyed that his focus was destroyed, a hand was placed upon the globe that sat beside a book propped up on a stand. He stormed towards the door, his chest puffed with angry as he opened it with anger boiling off his skin.

...

But they told him what happened.

The ship of pies that was being delivered was taken down! The crew and ship and pies and-- Ahh! The ship has crashed into land, but it was torn apart by harsh rocks that jagged and ruined the wood that was on the underside of the ship. The crew was gone. The pies were gone. Just a hollow shell of some horrible event..

Of course, this confused him.

What?

Who would do such a thing?

What a foolish thing to d-...

Ah.

Right.

Pirates were a thing.

Of course, he brushed it off. He'll make sure the person who did it gets their ass kicked.

...

That never truly came around though.

Even though you and your crew surrounded him upon the shore of the sea, cutlass equipped in your hand, a brown very bodice hugged upon your waist, a.. Beige, he didn't know if that was the original color, top adorned your chest. A big, red, leather coat, a satchel hanging off your shoulder down to your hip, with a small pouch of.. What he assumed, money. A big belt, a little hole with a cover in the shape of your cutlass, as well as a tan rag hanging off the side of it. He didn't pay too much attention to your legs, but he did notice that you wore big, leather, boots, that stretched up towards your knee.

You poked your big sword at him, a threat to the large male you dared to try to take down, as he sneered down at you.

But, he didn't let you poke at him.

He took your crew down in less than a minute, leaving you standing there, a brow raised.

You stood upright entirely, as you processed what he just did.

He slyly smirked, he was smug, he knew what he did.

But, you gave a smile. One of amusement, maybe out of impression? You nodded his way, as you spoke out you were impressed. 'Let's go for a drink!'...

And that's where it escalated.

He often swipes you away from people's pockets, out of habit you always tried to pickpocket.

Let alone, when you tried to run off upon seeing a beautiful ship.

Nope.

Always snagged away.

He did buy you lots of jewelry, many, many, times of jewelry. Necklaces, bracelets, rings, anklets, earrings, nose rings, etc.

Yet, he always took you on some kind of cruise date. Yknow, since you loved the sea so very much.

He always had some expensive ship to carry you two around,

Some fancy dinner, some fancy beds, some fancy games, some fancy everything adorned the cruise ship.

He always tried to make it different.

A lot of your gifts was jewelry orr...

Pocket knives.

Or, even,

Anything you enjoyed that wasn't themed around that junk.

Oh, when you got sick sometimes after being on sea. The way the land seemed to swirl and twirl, your head spinning, but you could only get sick. A fever coated your forehead, your hands shakey,

He could only hold back your hair, only patting your back with his other hand.

You, probably, loved playfighting with him, but his strength always took you down.

...

Meh.

He wouldn't ever let you win.

His confidence was a little

Too

High.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

× 'Before me, your sea god.' ×

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

ENJOY !! I WROTE THIS QUICKLY IN MY CLASSES!!!

It's very rushed so I do apologize <//3

#big jack horner #jack horner #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots #jack horner x reader #jack horner is so bbg #big jack horner x reader

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califrey · 1 year

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From the microstory prompts: sunbathing

Hoo boy I'm pulling this out of my ass but here we go. It's longer than a microstory now oops.

Fic title: A Moment to Breathe

Alysle, before now, hadn't understood why people liked going to the beach. Just watching large waves crashing gave them motion sickness, for one. Understandable, given that most of the beaches they'd been to were in warzones like on Ord Mantell, or full of toxic sludge like on Taris. Did that planet even count as having beaches?

They took a deep breath, closing their eyes to center themself. Too many thoughts.

This little slice of Rishi was kind of nice.

They sat with their robe spread around them, their boots and socks taken off, bare feet spread in the sand. They sensed movement and a presence behind them, but didn’t turn. They did frown, knowing it was Theron, because he really should have still been in the kolto tank on the Defender after his capture by the Revanites. Instead, he was here, gently sitting down next to them.

Alysle’s eyes opened, head already tilting in Theron’s direction. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. Bandages wrapped his ribs and there were still bruises all over him. He was carrying a small towel, wringing it between his fingers, then running them back through his hair.

“Went for a swim?” they asked him.

He tried to shrug, then winced. “Kolto tank. I got out early.”

“Theron--” Alysle started, then shook their head. “I can't tell you off. I hate those things. They make me feel . . .”

He smiled at them, though there was no humor in it. “Like a fancy drink?”

“I was going to say claustrophobic.”

He grimaced. “Yeah, that probably makes more sense.”

“You say the most interesting things,” Alysle said.

“Is that . . . a compliment?”

“Can it be? I would like it to be.”

Theron took a good look at them, at their face, their hands, down their body to their bare feet, now buried up to their ankles in the sand. “Alysle. I don't--”

They blushed. “Of course you don't. Because I'm a Jedi, and your mother is a Jedi, and you're worried that—"

"Don't put words in my mouth, Fray,” Theron interrupted. Then he sighed. “Don’t worry about me, either. I’ll be fine.” He shifted towards them. “A little bruised, but fine.”

Their head tilted to the side. “Are we talking about the same thing? Is us even a thing?"

He didn't respond, just looked out over the water, at the sun that had grown low in the sky, bathing the islands in the distance in shades of orange and pink and purple.

Slowly, Theron found their fingers in the sand. “I would like it to be an us," he said.

"Me too,” Alysle said, and squeezed his fingers back.

The two of them looked at each other, sharing a private smile and leaning closer together, almost conspiratorially. When they kissed again, soft and chaste like last time, it made Alysle feel giddy, excited, bouncy, and they couldn't help but throw their arms around Theron's neck and deepen the kiss.

Of course, he hissed in pain.

“Sorry, sorry!” they cried. “I’ve never kissed someone who was hurt before.”

Theron folded their fingers into his own and kissed the scar on the back of their hand. He was chuckling. “It's okay. Just . . . maybe let me take the lead.”

“Whatever you want," Alysle said softly as he pressed his lips to theirs again. His lips were firm, with cracked skin and rough stubble, but they were Theron's lips, so they loved them.

He chuckled again. “Whatever I want? That's a dangerous thing to say."

“I mean it, to an extent. I want to make you happy, because you make me happy.”

Theron suddenly looked like they had stunned him. For a good long moment, his eyes on theirs, he said nothing. Then he looked at the sunset. “I want to hold your hand and watch the sun go down before Lana finds us," he said. "That would make me happy."

Alysle slid closer, took his hand in theirs, and smiled. “Then that's what we'll do."

Theron eventually settled against their good shoulder, their arm around him, and with Alysle grinning against his still-damp hair as they supposedly watched the sunset together. It was soon revealed by the snore that Theron had fallen asleep.

They smiled, and began to meditate.

#theron shan #jedi knight #alysle fray #jeriwrites #theron shan x jedi knight

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its-called-homicide-baby · 8 months

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Stay With Me? -- Ticci Toby x Clockwork x Eyeless Jack

A/N: Wrote this back in September for @sicktember 2023!

Words: 807

Tagging: (ask to be added!)

Warnings: N/A

SFW FIC (18+ Please!)

“Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold!” This is what Masky said to Clockwork as she headed into the snowy woods to make a snowman with Sally. It was just after a snowstorm, and it was perfect snow for one. Sally had practically dragged her outside after she put her boots on. Clockwork grabbed her jacket, but she was only wearing a tank top underneath it. She didn’t even remember putting on gloves or anything!

Now, here she was, sick as a dog and bedridden with a cold. EJ pulled the thermometer out of her mouth and studied it for a minute, before sighing. Toby looked over from the side of the bed he was sitting on.

“Yeah, you have a fever, Clockwork.” He looked at her. “That means no work for you.”

Clockwork grumbled and crossed her arms, laying up to face the ceiling.

“This is bullshit!” Her croaky voice still showed how exasperated she was. “I’m not even that sick!”

“Clockwork, babe, you need to rest.” EJ firmly reminded her as he packed up the few medical supplies he brought into the room.

“But then I won’t get anything done!” She huffed, uncrossing her arms and flopping them down next to her.

“Y-you heard EJ, Clocky. You need to r-rest.” Toby softly replied as he leaned over to brush some of Clockwork’s bangs off of her forehead.

“But—“ She started.

“No buts, Nat.” EJ looked down at her as he went to leave the room, stopping to pat her on the head softly. “Take care of her, Toby. I’ll be back in a bit.”

EJ walked out of Clockwork’s bedroom, softly shutting the door behind him, leaving Toby and Clockwork in silence.

“This is such ass,” she grumbled, “I hate being sick. This is stupid.”

“I know, it s-sucks.” Toby gave her a sympathetic smile and squeezed her hand gently.

“What about you?” Clockwork turned to face Toby. “If you stay here with me you’ll get sick! And then Masky, Hoodie, and Kate would be down two proxies! And then what if—“

“I’ll be fine, Nat. Don’t worry about me.” He rubbed circles on her hand with his thumb.

“Hmph.” Clockwork was clearly worried about Toby catching whatever the heck she had, but he didn’t seem to be bothered. She wouldn’t push it, she thought. As the two sat together in silence, her clock could be heard ticking a small tick-tock that was just loud enough to be heard while they sat.

“Ugh. Could you close the blinds?” Clockwork moved the hand out of Toby’s grip and over her eyes. “My head fucking hurts.”

Toby nodded, getting up and closing the blinds, then pulling the curtains over them. Clockwork had blackout curtains. Toby remembered her saying something about how sleeping with any light makes her feel weird. Ah, whatever, it’s not important, he thought

Clockwork sighed as the room immediately was made dim by the lack of sun shining through the window. She yawned and turned onto her side, groaning as her head throbbed with the movement. God, her head felt all sloshy and gross.

“Do you want some time to r-rest?” Toby made his way to the bed, petting his girlfriend’s hair as he took a seat back next to her.

Clockwork’s response was a noise somewhere between a whine and frustration. She was curled up, hugging a pillow, and had her eyes closed.

“Do you want me to stay?” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek gently. He couldn’t feel the temperature of her skin, but he imagined it was warm.

“Mmm yeah…” She nodded at him, reaching her hands out for him to join her in the bed.

Toby climbed into the bed, pulling Clocky close to his chest. She snuggled up against his t-shirt and sighed contently. He couldn’t feel the heat of her body at all, but she was flushed and a little sweaty. He didn’t care, though, he was there to comfort her. Soon enough, her rhythmic breathing turned to sleep.

Toby held her close, waiting for Jack to return, hopefully with something to make her feel better. He gave her a small kiss on the forehead and she smiled. As he listened to Clockwork’s breathing, he soon found himself dozing off into sleep.

They didn’t even wake up when EJ returned with the cold medication. When he saw his partners so snuggled up, he silently pulled out his phone for a picture. They were just too adorable together to not!

He left water and the pill on the nightstand, and made sure to be extra quiet when he shut the door this time. Better to let his girlfriend rest, even if Toby was at risk of getting sick himself.

God, he loved these losers, even if they were a handful sometimes.

#fanfiction #sicktember 2023 #creepypasta #clockwork #ticci toby #eyeless jack #crp #clockwork x ticci toby x eyeless jack #i had to make that tag on a03 btw...hardest shit i ever did for a fic istg

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tw-inkl-e-tit-s · 2 years

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Rage | B.H

Stranger things masterlist | Main masterlist

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x FemReader

Warnings: Harsh language* Bl00d* Ab*s!v dad* Neil should be its own warning*

Summary: Basically Y/n beats Neil's ass because he's a piece of shit father

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I sat on my couch looking over at the clock on the wall biting at the skin on my lips, any second there will be a knock on the door from my boyfriend, billy. He was late which made me nervous he was never late not even a second, it was always 10:30pm on the Dot.

I wanted to call him so badly but I didn't want to risk his dad picking up the phone and getting mad that Billy has been talking to me, me and Billy's dad had beef.

When I found out he was beating Billy I was pissed but Billy calmed me down and we went on with the night.

It be came a routine. I would walk him to the kitchen sit him down on the counter and stand in between his legs and clean him up and ice his bruised skin.

One night the night I finally snapped was definitely a night to remember, the reason that Neil doesn't hit Billy anymore or even look his way at that.

Billy came knocking on my door just as I expected, I already had the first Ad kit laying out on the kitchen counter, and I made my way to the door bracing myself to see my beatin up boyfriend.

When I opened the door I felt sick at the sight in Infront of me, he stood there with a black eye, a bloodied nose, a gash on his lip, cuts all over his face, and tons of blood all over his white tank top, it looked like he got smashed in the face several times with Steve's bat, he looked worse than all the other time's he came over.

" Bad huh?" He mumbled looking down at his boots, The anger Rose in me wanting nothing more than to march my ass over to the Hargrove residence and give Neil a piece of my mind.

I pulled him in not saying anything and signaling for him to sit on the counter which he agreed to do, hopping up and sitting down with his head hung low not saying anything or even making eye contact with me which he always did, but this time it was, different.

" So... what caused this one?" I asked sweetly while grabbing a cotton ball and rubbing alcohol wetting it.

He was quiet for a few seconds before speaking up, " h-he was going to- h...hit... Max." He said looking up at me, you could hear the anger in his voice and the rage in his eyes, I didn't know what to say as I looked at him with a puzzled look.

" Where is she now," I asked going to clean his cuts mentally telling myself not to rush over to his dad's house and beat his Fucking face to a bloody pulp.

" I told her to leave and come over here before my dad beat the shit out of me," he answered his voice breaking a bit.

" So that's why she was over here earlier, she never mentioned anything... She just said she was bored and asked if we could watch a movie... Then she said she was going over to Mike's house" I said a bit confused.

He winced as I cleaned his busted open lip

" Sorry baby... I'm so sorry" I said softly as I continued cleaning him up and throwing All of the blood-soaked cotton balls in the garbage.

I looked over at him noticing he still had on his bloody shirt, " you know... You can throw that away or I can bleach it" I said pointing to his blood-soaked shirt.

"you left several clothes here that you can change into, you can also take a shower" I finished walking up to him as he began to take the shirt off and throw it away.

" I can just buy a new one," he said looking back at me, we made our way up the stairs and to my room where I gave him a black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants he left here, I had cleaned them and folded them up nicely in my drawer that was full of Billy's clothes he left here.

He walked off into my bathroom leaving the door cracked and starting the shower, once he was in I grabbed his clothes he took off and walked downstairs throwing them into the washing machine and starting it.

I walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water to calm my nerves, it helped a little.

I listened as the shower water still ran, thinking of my poor boyfriend, he didn't deserve any of this, he deserves to be loved and treated kindly. And I was definitely going to be the one to show him love and affection for as long as I lived.

I was soon snapped out of my train of thought when I heard my house phone ringing, I thought It was odd because who would be up at this time. I walked over to the phone picked it up and stuck it up close to my ear, all I could hear was breathing and crying, which worried me.

" Hello?" I asked concerned.

" Y/n please come get me, I don't know where Billy is and Neil is trying to hit me... Please hurry PLEASE!" Max cried as she whisper and yelled into the phone before hanging up, my mouth hung open as tears clouded my vision, I listened for the shower upstairs... It was still running, perfect.

I grabbed my keys slipped on my shoes and walked out the door closing it quickly and quietly, making my way to my car and hopping in, and speeding off.

Max's house was only six houses down thank God she wasn't far, once I reached the house I heard screaming and yelling coming from the inside, I automatically ran up the steps busting the door open not even bothering to knock.

I saw Neil raising his hand at Max as she closed her eyes tight bracing for impact, but before he could do anything I pulled him backward knocking him to the ground, I got on top of him and started beating his face in.

I heard the cries of Max behind me breaking my heart but also making me angrier at the fact Neil was making her cry.

" YOU FUCKING BITCH... YOU MONSTER, YOU HURT MY BOYFRIEND AND NOW YOU WANT TO HURT MAX- I- HOPE - YOU- FUCKING- DIE!!! YOU BASTARD!!!!" I yelled at him with every single punch I threw at him, beating his face to a pulp.

He was weak but gained some strength to roll us over so he was on top, he raised his hand in a balled up first about to hit me, but before he could he was jerked off, I'm not talking about rolled off like he was lifted up, I opened eyes to see a pissed off, Billy, with his hands wrapped around Neil's throat holding him up in the air.

I looked over to Max both of us crawling over to each other and holding one another for dear life as we watched the scene in Infront of us.

Billy threw Neil across the room causing him to hit his head and groan out in pain, Billy walked over to him grabbed a kitchen chair and smashed it over his head and punched him in the gut causing him to yell in pain.

" IF YOU EVER! TOUCH MAX OR MY GIRLFRIEND I WILL KILL YOU MOTHER FUCKER!!" Billy's voice Boomed.

" DON'T THINK ABOUT COMING NEAR US!, GET YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF HAWKINS BEFORE I. RUIN. YOU." He yelled giving Neil one last punch to the gut.

He looked over at me and Max, and his facial features softened as he ran towards us giving us a big hug.

" I'm so glad my girls are okay," he said tears threatening to spill out of his eyes.

He helped us get up as he turned to walk out he was grabbed and thrown to the ground by the one and Fucking only Neil Hargrove.

Max grabbed a vase close by dumping all the flowers and water out and walking up to Neil, " HEY FUCK FACE!!" she yelled standing behind him, he quickly whipped around " WHAT THE FUC-" He was cut off by Max slamming the vase against his head, knocking him out for good.

She ran to Billy helping him up and pulling him into a hug, I ran over to join the hug as I and Billy held Max while she cried.

" We need to go to my house, you guys can stay there until Susan comes back from her trip... Okay?" I said looking at both of them.

" You both go get all the stuff you need and meet me back down here," they nodded and ran upstairs to grab their things.

I sat down at the bottom of the stairs trying to process what the FUCK just happened.

" We're ready!" I heard Max yell as she and Billy came running down the stairs with suitcases in their hands.

" Alright let's get going," I said softly smiling opening the door as we all made our way to my car and pilled in.

...

Once we arrived at my house I told Max she could go take a shower and basically just make herself at home, my parents were never home so they wouldn't care who was there or what I was doing.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist from behind pulling me into their chest, I let out a content sigh closing my eyes and letting my head rest against his chest.

" I'm sorry-" he began but I quickly cut him off " no Billy, no more apologizing for your father's actions... okay? None of this is your fault, you're safe here and so is Max, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you guys, he's not going to hurt you ever again... I promise you're okay now... I've got you, and I love Max she's like my daughter, I want you guys to stay here for as long as you need, If he shows up I swear to God I'll kill him myself and I don't care if I get thrown in jail for it." I said as tears rolled down my cheek, he pulled me in cupping my face and kissing me deeply, it was sweet and full of love.

We both pulled away staring into each other's eyes, "god I love you y/n" he said smiling before pulling me into another passionate kiss.

...

Billy Hargrove taglist🤎: @yearwalker96 @milfvibesonly @littlestarfighter03 @katsukis1wife

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