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yveaart · 1 month

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like a river — csc

mdni.

maybe you had a little too much to drink— like actually too much. surprisingly you were not knocked out drunk from all the tequilas you took, or whatever was in those fancy glasses

you couldn’t help but giggle at the random blonde guy who caught you after you tripped on the carpet of the floor.

you were thankful that it wasn’t some creepy guy who’s trying to harass you and touch more than needed to catch you from the sketchiest bars in town. good thing you decided treating yourself to some alcohol you were sure that it wasn’t from other stores’ leftover.

you didn’t think it would hit harder fresh from the bottles. but here you were staring at the possible love of your life.

this guy was built like a god. his arms sculpted, his chest firm, his form looking over your frame. his expensive cologne reeking through his dainty and clean clothes.

the smile he had on his face somehow made you trust him. smooth dips of his dimples made you poke it.

“your dimples are so adorable” you slurred, catching his face with both your hands

“hm? is that so? well thank you sweetheart” his voice were octaves deeper than yours, oozing out the honey essence and soothing warmth in them.

“i think we should look for your friends” he followed. somehow you just wanted to pull your pants down because his words weren’t in the lines of lets look for a room should we?

“i’m pretty sure they left about 5 minutes ago and forgot about me”

“oh uhm, well i can drive you to your place”

your doe eyes was enough for him to pull you through the crowd and bring you to his car.

“….”

“what is it?” he asked concerned

“i don’t have my keys… we were supposed to sleep over at my friends place. and now we’re all sort of all over the place.” you said with guilt, he already brought you home

“oh…” he muttered. you were ready to see him awkwardly wave and leave, but he did none of that

“well, do you wanna eat some shitty convenience store food to sober up while we figure out how you’ll be settling for the night?”

“i don’t really want to bother you, you’ve helped me enough”

“well, i was the one who was suggesting. i can’t leave such a pretty girl here” he giggled, his adorable dimples showing again.

the cold breeze woke up your system, slowly bringing you out of your hazy drunken haze.

“well if this handsome man says so”

it was wrong, truly wrong. how could you simply trust a person just like that, from a bar?! well eating all those hot noodles gave you a hearty conversation, both losing the alcohol in your system.

the worst of all is you didn’t regret trusting him, not an ounce. this was wrong, so wrong.

his lips was on yours the moment you were laughing it off at the seats outside of some random convenience store that you could find.

one moment, both of your eyes locked as your laughter died down. did he see the way his eyes sparkled like you did. he must’ve been thinking the same by the way he crashed his lips on yours, savoring every corner of your sweet mouth.

it wasn’t long till the both of you drove fast and shred your clothes in his room. if you weren’t drunk by alcohol then you were totally drunk in lust.

you were spent with all the kisses you exchanged, well it was french kisses but you didn't give a fuck, just wanting more.

"god, please fuck me full" you whispered in between gasps

"fuck" you felt his crotch brush over your leg, it was like it had solidified into a rock.

"you're going to be patient before i shut your mouth" he grunted, covering his shy facade

"maybe i would want that anyways, give it to me" you caressed his crotch as you moaned right in front of his face.

he was thinking on how you could be so fucking hot, already made him so hard, than one of those nights he had one night stands, even for just a desperate fuck.

he placed you in the bed carefully hovering over you before spreading wet kisses and red marks along your neck, trailing down to your stomach, until he finally gave pecks to both of your thighs, only offering your core his warm breath which was making you even more sensitive from the deprivation.

you were impatient, subjective, and a totally sensible woman. when it came to your needs, everything else has to serve you.

your hands trailed down your body as you reached to his face trailing it up and down his cheek, offering a hazy smile to him, he may have been blind to see through the lines that you were indeed smirking.

“watch.., okay?” you mumbled as your voice went an octave lower through the lust that laced your aura.

so to say he was confused, hard, and extra horny.

such a pretty lady wouldn’t only he plan to keep you on his bed but maybe even put a little ring on you.

your middle and ring finger caressed on his face as it slowly paused on his lips, his eyes darted to yours, his excitement made him feel like a horny teenager all over again.

surprised was an understatement, of course everyone would expect him to dom up every girl he fucks, and truly he did not disappoint. he didn’t want to admit but even just with this “innocent” move you played on him, he was ready kneel before you if you asked. it doesn’t help that he was kneeling now, was it?

your two fingers pushed through the puff of his lips, entering the warmth of his mouth, he groaned tasting your skin, enveloping your delicate fingers within his wet tongue.

you massaged his tongue making sure you have collected enough moisture from his mouth. soon retracting your hand as you both saw the saliva that connected your hand and his mouth.

“fuck” was all he could muster up

your hands slowly massaged your core, teasing your clit as it slowly produced lewd sounds, he stared right into your pussy as it became wetter. your hole was gaping at him, telling him to fill it up, suck it.

your fingers slowly dipped slowly into your core as you fully planted them in, causing your back to arch, leaving the bed with cool air, your mouth creating a sharp gasp as your eyes rolled back. you were waiting, so much that you both became sensitive.

you didn’t have to thrust it another time for his dick to stand tall, facing up adjacent to his toned abs. it was already in a concerning red hue, with his pre cum pooling down his dick decorating his hips. he knew you wanted to give him a show, and keeping his hands to himself would be a great start.

he could simply turn u over and fuck you senseless, but you weren’t the type of girl he would treat like a one night stand.

the humid air was enveloping you both. small drops of sweat coating your skin. the smell of skin, and perfume mixing on his flat (billion dollar penthouse)

the wet sounds that your fingers and puss was making was making his head spin, he could smell you, and it was enough for him to moan with you as he closely watched you pleasure yourself.

a few more quick thrusts of your wrists and then you were already climaxing in front of him. your hands leaving to cover your mouth as they stretched wide from the pleasure, your back once again lifting from the warm sheets. your hips giving him a perfect view of your cunt releasing your juices.

maybe you enjoyed it too well, knowing you could reign over him without a word spoken, and maybe because the look he had on your face right now as he stared right into your soul was something that would burn in your mind forever. his eyes were lidded, his gaze shifted to you and the liquid sprawled over his abs, and coated his painfully hard and girthy dick, and even a few drops on his face.

you squirted hard on him.

and he was gonna totally ruin you.

i hope this makes u guys give me more time in finishing in your eyes😄🫶🏻

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hyunimylove · 1 year

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making you a baby ⋆ ࣪. park sunghoon.

warnings: jealous sex, overstimulation, creampie, breeding kink, slapping, face spitting, dirty talk, squirting, subspace, cockwarming at the end.

"who the fuck did he think he was to look at you like that?" sunghoon asked angrily as he pushed you against the nearest wall of his room. "he should even be thankful that i didn't kill him with my own hands for breathing the same air as you."

you knew that your boyfriend was a possessive man but never in all your relationship time had you seen him so angry.

you were about to speak when you felt how he began to run his tongue all over your neck, leaving bites that would soon turn into purple spots.

"im going to fuck you until you became silly so they know you're mine. maybe i haven't marked you enough."

an obscene moan came out of your mouth when you felt how he ripped your panties with his hands in a second.

"do you want that?"

"yes, sunghoon. make me all yours." a smirk spread across his face as he now pushed you onto the bed, undressing you both in the process.

his eyes were so black, he himself was so lost in his jealousy that you felt that today he was really going to fuck you until you passed out.

"spread your legs for me, baby. show me our little cunt." you were so soaked, your juices dripping down your thighs because sunghoon had you like this.

only him and his alluring possessiveness on you could make you so wet.

"you're dripping so much. you look like a fucking whore." soon you felt how he entered between your legs, opening your folds with his fingers while he adoringly sucked your needy clit.

alternating between his tongue and fingers, you felt like you could cum in just a couple more seconds due to the stimulation that his nails exerted on your ball of nerves.

"sunghoon, its a lot." you whimpered, feeling so pathetic because your orgasm had been built in less than two minutes.

"are you already coming? am i making you feel that good, precious?" before you can answer anything, you felt how the knot that was growing in the lower part of your abdomen was quickly undone and how your cum ended directly in the mouth of the platinum man who was between your legs.

after coming to your five senses, you watched how sunghoon's erection stood up proudly. its tip was red and the precum was already staining his belly button.

"i will go on, 'kay?" he asked as he pumped his penis with his hand.

"make me feel good, please" you replied.

his knees hit the bed right in front of you, using your juices to wet his cock.

sunghoon was already sweating. his hair clinging to the sides of his head and the drops falling down thru his big arms and worked abdomen.

you felt like you could come with just the sight.

"god, you're so tight." he moaned as he began to thrust into you. you've never felt him so deep before... his cock so big and hot hitting all the right places to make you putty in his hands.

"look at me. "

no matter how hard you tried to open your eyes, you couldn't. your tears were swirled in the corners of your orbs and prevented you from focusing on something other than the pleasure you were receiving.

"i fucking said look at me." sunghoon repeated as his palm slammed into your cheek.

"ple...ase."

"please what?" asked mockingly; slapping you again. "i can feel you squeezing like a little slut when i hit you... at the end of the day that's what you are, isn't it? a whore who turns out to get attention from someone other than her boyfriend."

your tears began to overflow from your eyes, seeing how your boyfriend's figure moved blurry in front of you. "no, hoon... i just want… you… just you..."

"show me then."

"do what you want with me. i am... yours... only yours." you spoke between moans.

the attacks began to be harder and you felt how that familiar knot settled again in your abdomen.

"i'm going to fill you with all my cum… fuuuck, so tight." sunghoon cursed under his breath. "you are going to cream in my dick and i will keep fucking you until you are full of my baby... only then will everyone know that you belong to me."

his hand moved down to your clit to start circling it, giving you the extra pleasure you needed to reach your orgasm again.

"have you cum again? how good is my slut." he laughed. "you're going to take one more for me ¿'kay? i have to make sure i make you round for our baby."

never in your life have you felt so overstimulated. you couldn't tell if you were crying from the pleasure that your boyfriend was giving to you or from the pain.

"your slut hole is swallowing me so well."

he let out a couple more curses, accelerating his thrusts as he directed his hand to your neck, exerting enough pressure for you to feel the air begin to leave your lungs.

when your extremities began to tingle and your vision began to turn black, you felt like you came again without having even touched yourself.

sunghoon spat in your face without removing his hand from your neck but already ceasing to apply pressure. soon you felt how your interior was filled with warmth from his semen.

"fuck... i made you squirt." he said almost out of breath.

"you made a mess on my dick, look." he pointed out waiting for you to do what he said but you were so numb and so in your head you couldn't move.

you had forgotten how to talk.

"you creamed me so well, my love. i'm sure i left you well filled with my babies." he praised, even though you couldn't understand it.

you felt how he moved inside you and a sob escaped your mouth as you grabbed one of his biceps.

"im tiree..d... kissies ho..nnie."

sunghoon snapped out of his trance and caressed your cheek, wiping away his saliva from when he spat at you.

he moved carefully so as not to overstimulate you, until he was with his back on the mattress and with your body on top of his but still full of his cock. his hands went to your lower back, caressing it affectionately while he started to kiss your head.

"you've earned your kisses."

#enhypen hard hours #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut

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saintwyfe · 6 months

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࿐ ˚ . ✦ VIRRRRGIN. jude bellingham

summary. just a gf who wants to make her bf feel good.

cw. smut, cursing, virgin!jude, porn w/o plot lol

wc. 716

on the edge of his queen-sized bed, you played with the ends of your hair. your bra strap struggled to stay stuck to your shoulder while you watched a tall jude stare at himself in his full-length mirror. the wrinkles between his eyebrows were made prominent; he was nervous, to say the least, but you found it cute enough to bite your lip and turn them a dark shade of pink.

he had nothing on but a pair of black sweats that comfortably clung to his hips. again, he seemed really timid. though you two had been seeing each other for a while, it didn’t ease the racing thoughts he had in his mind. what if i don’t make her feel good? or what if the condom breaks? jude, oh jude.

you stood up from your position in bed. your bare feet tapped his cold, tiled floors before you stood behind him, arms wrapping around his toned waist.

“baby,” you murmured, a small whine passing your throat. “we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. i’m not g’na judge you.”

his spaced-out stare diverted from himself in the mirror to your much shorter figure next to him. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before quickly responding, “n-no, no, let’s do it.”

your lips crept into a smile before you reached for his hand, dragging him to the fresh, white comforter behind you. you fell first before him, and your lips danced on his to set the mood. you wanted his first time to be as comfortable as possible. and, he was already a good kisser, so that’s a plus. your hands crept up to the back of his neck as you two became more immersed in the kiss.

your back hit the cold headboard of his bed. he began pulling off the waistband of his sweats while trying his best not to interrupt the kiss. simultaneously, you began taking off your undergarments, too. the matching lace ones he bought for you on your birthday recently. not too long into the kiss, he pulled away, grabbing the gold wrapper on his nightstand and messily unwrapping the plastic. you watched him in anticipation, and he unraveled the lubed rubber, quickly wrapping it around his length. he dove back to pecker wet kisses on your neck. you moaned, throwing your head back onto the headboard.

once the clear rubber fit correctly, he pulled your legs closer to him, making you question where this sudden burst in confidence came from. you quickly giggled, pondering the thought as he abruptly pressed the tip into you, the contact catching you offguard. “fuck,” you hissed before you quickly felt a stretch in your walls. at first, it’s slow, but he quickly built a pace that was comfortable for him and something that didn’t make you whine. he quickly understood he was doing his job right—a little too good for an amateur. his big, veiny hands gripped your hips, holding them firm. pretty, breathless moans escaped his mouth as he thrust into you. your hands etched his back for support, leaving small claw marks on his tan back. it’s hard to keep your mouth shut with a length like his that keeps you moaning and groaning the entire time.

“f-fuck, you feel so good,” he breathily moaned as he delved toward your ear. like music to your ears. your stomach tied into a knot with his words, whimpering as he praised you. you missed your boyfriend dearly, but now you’ve discovered new ways of it.

he rolled his hips into you, his movements quickening, and you knew he was bound to finish soon. every thrust sent a shiver down your spine, and the air grew thick with anticipation.

“i’m.. gonna, cum,” moans, distancing his every word. “cum with me, princess,” he sighed.

your fingers made their way to your clit, rubbing it in sloppily with his thrusts, triggering your growing orgasm. his moans were muffled against your neck as tension grew.

“mmph, fuck, fuck, fuck” his dick twitched as he moaned and pressed against you a final time, your walls clenching around him as you also chased your high. he quickly fell next to you after cumming, his chest falling up and down, trying to catch his breath.

au. i'm backkkk <3. i missed u guys sm. expect more soon

#jude bellingham #football imagine #football fanfic #football imagines #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham fanfic #jude bellingham smut #footballer smut #football smut

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nicolesainz · 1 year

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take it off and maybe we’ll get along (cs 55)

Carlos Sainz x f!reader

Warnings: smut, sexual themes, sub reader x dom carlos, minors dni, foreplaying, angst, 2% of fluff

Summary: things tend to get heated when your and his favorite team play against

“Mi amor, are you coming down soon? We’re going to be late!” Carlos shouts from the living room as loud noises echo from the television.

“Okay! I’m ready. We can go now” I show up from our room, with my bag on one hand and my hoodie on the other.

Carlos and I have been invited to a bowling game that Charles organized with Lando, George, Alex, Lily, Pierre and Kika. We agreed that it would be nice for the boys to take some time out and for us girls to have fun altogether.

Carlos stands up, closing the Tv. As he turns around his smiley face darkens and turns into a serious, deadly one, as if I had done the most unearthly crime ever.

“Cariño, what are you wearing? He comes closer to me and I can clearly understand why he asks me that question, following his sudden change of expression.

“What? Don’t I look nice? I thought, since we won’t watch the game, I could root for my team by wearing my jersey” Carlos’s eyes scan me from head to toe, with flames flaring out of them.

At some point his eyes get fixed at the place in my chest where the badge of the team is standing. His index finger starts tracing it slowly, whilst his eyes rise and lock with mine. The soft brown that used to light has been taken over by a darker shade, sending shivers all over my body.

“What are you doing?” I let out with a shaky breath, almost whispering the words as he continues to shape each letter that is on my shirt and hits beneath my chest. His hand goes back up and lands on my heart that is currently beating very rapidly.

“What makes your heart beat faster? A single touch of mine or a glorifying win of your team?” At this point my nipples had gone hard, even through my bra and they were visible enough to his eyes. Also me tiptoeing to reach his height made my answer more clear.

I couldn’t utter a single letter and only deep breathing would come out of my mouth. Carlos knows that under certain circumstances has me wrapped under his pinky and I could never say no.

“How about, we took this shirt of yours off and test my theory, huh?” Before I even replied, his hands had gone under my shirt, caressing my skin. My eyes were shut and enjoying the sensation of his fingertips leaving tingles and sparks.

“Carlos, we need to-“ his mouth softly landed on my neck, started leaving wet kisses and sucking my skin, caressing with his tongue the spots he would leave his mark on.

“How about, you let me take care of my baby for tonight?” He whispers breathing deep on my neck and causing me to let out a soft groan. I didn’t have to agree or say anything. This was more than a confirmation to him.

“Wonderful” Carlos picked me up with one hand and with the other removed my shirt, pulling it from the hem and tossing it away. His lips attach to mine in a hungrily way, as both of his hands now, make their way towards underneath my thighs, holding me firmly.

I can feel his arousal growing against me and my excitement skyrockets. Breathing seems like an unnecessary task when all I could do is kiss him until my very last moment.

We reach our bedroom but instead of landing on the bed, he guides us to the bathtub. He helps me land back on my feet and starts playing with the hem of my leggings. His finger grabs the lace of my underwear.

“Strip for me amor. Strip until I fall on my knees for you. Strip until you start begging for forgiveness” he commands and I place my hands on my thighs, slowly pulling down my leggings. Carlos unbuckles his trousers and tosses them next to the bed. I have never seen him remove his Real Madrid jersey so hastily.

His beautifully strong built body, is a sight for sore eyes. The v-line showing off makes my eyes roll and I am slowly unbuttoning my bra, leaving myself exposed and extremely aroused.

“Leave them on baby. I wanna have the pleasure of striping you fully” he refers to my underwear, as he places me on the stand of the sink, separating my legs from one another.

His mouth lands on my thighs, kissing and licking them furiously, until he reaches the hem of my panties. His eyes make their path towards mine and as I am trying to control my breathing, Carlos exhales softly,

"I want eyes on me cariño. I want you to see how good I can make you feel. Until you drop on your knees for me" the seductiveness in his voice sends tingles all over my spine, causing me to bend more and open up my legs.

His teeth grab the hem and fiercely pulls down my panties, revealing my full names body to his eyes, which are sparkling once they take a good look of my embrace. The only person that can make me feel good about myself is Carlos. His words, his touch and kisses are my addiction, that I never want to give up.

"Qué belleza eres" (what a beauty you are). Do you remember our safe word, amor? I need to make sure I can worship you properly. And that consists any possible ways of fucking you and making you cum" my brain almost shuts off by his words, expecting the unexpected from him.

His fingers slowly creeped inside my already wet core, making me bite back a moan I was holding on for dear life.

“Oh how I adore this wetness of yours. Always ready for me” he mumbled against my lips, as his tongue was attacking mine, dancing softly against each other.

The pace became faster and faster making me clench even harder than before between his fingers. It was just the beginning and I needed more.

“Oh my darling, what do you desire?” Carlos took another quick look at my nakedness and flushed cheeks because of his touch. A smirk was shaped on his lips, casing my eyes to roll back again. I was trying to catch my breath but my fists were too occupied with the bedsheets.

“You. Forever you” I managed to let out, when I felt my hands being removed from the sheets, and being placed onto Carlos’s bare ass.

“I want us to cum together. I want you to touch me and be in command” his words shocked me as he usually was the one with the upper hand.

I kissed him once more softly, deepening the moment as much as I could, whist my hands were running all over his cheeks and thighs, pushing him inside my womanhood, wanting to fill my pussy at its maximum.

“Fucking hell. Keep up Y/N. I need you baby” Carlos breathed out as he was forcing himself even deeper inside of me, hitting my soft spot, earning a loud moan of his name that echoed through the room.

“Oh my word! Carlos!” I was in the seventh heaven, with his fingers playing with my aroused and hardened nipples. My fingers though were running through his long hair that had grown since the last Grand Prix.

“I’m so close cariño. You’re making me feel so good” he groaned in between licking my nipples and I was on the verge too. Love making with Carlos was one of my favorite things to do with him.

“I need you to get up and look at me” he commanded as his thrusts were getting faster and faster, because we couldn’t keep up anymore.

My legs were curled against his waist and I could feel his entire length inside me, filling me up with with every single of his juices, while I was covering his cock with my cum.

Carlos’s hands roamed through my hair, before landing back on my cheeks, caressing then softly with a kiss along the way. I always loved this version of Carlos. Soft, tender and angelic.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you, my love. You were amazing” his eyes were full of concern and my heart fluttered against his chest.

“You could never Carlos. You’re only making me happier as days go by!” I gift him a big smile and he wraps my entire body into a an equally big hug.

“I think we missed the date with the guys” I let out giggling, seeing all the texts from Kika and Lily worried as to where I am.

“And I think that we found a better way to spend our afternoon. One that we both enjoyed much more” Carlos winked at me playfully, earning a final giggle from me, before we restored to our calmness and peace against each other.

#carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz one shot #carlossainz55 #carlos sainz jr #carlos sainz x reader

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minihotdog · 4 months

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The Scout

Pairing: Ghost x Fem!Reader

Summary: Ghost runs into an old... Friend? Enemy?

a/n: idk man I'm just justing

c/w: adult themes MINORS DNI

Word Count: 8k

Ghost excused himself from the group of men after exchanging his post with Gaz for the night and headed towards the grey, empty room he’d been calling his. His body was worn out, along with his mind.

The mission had been going on for weeks and was moving at a snail’s pace. They were pursuing a militia that had recently aligned with Makarov’s forces. Laswell had received intel on a shipment of weapons that were heading for said militia’s hideout intended for Makarov. The shipment was set to arrive within the month and the task force intended to intercept it, but that meant a lot of time spent sitting and watching in shifts.

The detachment facility was concealed but close enough to intercept coms without being detected

Ghost was getting tired of waiting. He was used to action, and adrenaline, and the slow pace was wearing him and his comrades down even more than the countless neverending firefights they were accustomed to. As much as those moments left permanent marks on his psyche, he and everyone he knew craved it in some twisted, bloodthirsty way. At this point, he was doing a thousand pushups a day for “excitement”.

He blew air through his nose in frustration as he sat on the twin-sized wrestling mat he called a bed. He placed his gun on the floor next to him and threw his heavy vest against the wall to use as a pillow.

The weight coming off his shoulders leaves him rubbing his aching shoulders in relief over the sleek material of his sweater. He lies back on the paper-thin foam and his spine lets out a series of pops, finally releasing the pressure built up from hours holding the same position.

He groans quietly, reaching under his mask to scratch his scruff.

M’as well sleep on the floor, this mat is shite.

He rests his hand on his chest and the other on the knife sheathed to his belt. His eyes shut and he chases his rest fully clothed, boots and all.

-Time Skip: Approx. 0300-

He didn’t dream often, especially on the job. On the contrary, nightmares plagued him when he was home and a threatening darkness encompassed him on the field. But this feeling wasn’t right. Even asleep, Ghost was on alert. He could sense to his core that the air in the room had changed and a wave of uneasiness flooded him in his dreamless state.

He couldn’t pull himself from the darkness as he usually could. No matter how hard he subconsciously tried, his body was begging for rest against his efforts.

Ghost felt a weight lower itself onto his lap. Another person’s hands slide lightly from his waist to his chest.

Bloody ‘ell, wake up!

His body tenses involuntarily under the fondling. The zipper on his sweater carefully unzips. The cool air hitting his bare chest causes him to twitch in the battle between mind and body. The grasp the darkness had on him was lethal.

Small, warm hands graze the exposed skin of his abdomen, lightly tracing the patches of thick scar tissue that littered all over his body.

A soft, feminine voice coos at him as he twitches and his mind rushes to fill in the blanks, sending different scenes through his closed eyes in a poor attempt to mask the sound as a dream.

C’mon, wake up!

He felt as if he was floating through dimensions as he began the process of regaining full consciousness, eyes still refusing to open.

The mysterious woman lowers herself onto him, her nose gently nuzzling his neck. She takes a deep breath as if she’s trying to savor his musky scent. Her head pulls away from his neck and he feels fingertips graze his throat.

She fiddles with the hem of his balaclava before it begins to catch at the sides of his jaw. He feels his mask being pulled up and a shock shoots through his body. His limp state disappears instantly and he reaches for her. His other hand remembers its place on the knife.

His fingers wrap around her wrist, preventing it from going any further.

“Don’t worry, darling.” She coos as her free hand caresses his cheek. “I won’t pull it off, that’s not nice.” His grip tightens but she pays it no mind. She moves her hand from his cheek and uses it to pull his mask enough to reveal his lips. Her thumb outlines his bottom lip and she swoops down to plant a small kiss on his lips. He feels her lips through her mask.

His eyes flutter, trying to rid themselves of the blurriness. Moonlight pours into the room just enough for him to make out her figure above him and some of her features.

“I’ve been watching you for so long.” She wines, bottom lip quivering slightly under the material. “I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you.” Her eyes crinkle as if she’s smiling under the mask. The black mask only covers the lower half of her face and a long single braid falls over her shoulder. He sighs, staring up at the ceiling.

“Y/n, we have to stop meeting like this.” The rasp in his voice sends shivers down her spine. She chuckles and tilts her head.

Ghost releases her wrist and wraps his fingers around her throat so quickly she doesn’t have time to react. Her hands come up to hold his in place and a whimper falls from her lips. Her eyes stare into his, lust clouding her pupils. Ghost shifts beneath her, feeling the heat radiating off of her. Her hips involuntarily grind against his in a jerking motion and arousal begins to stir inside of him.

Even through the mask, he could see her jaw go slack, her eyes burning into him. He couldn’t stop himself from giving her a small squeeze and watching her body come alive for him.

Fuckin’ ‘ell

He snaps himself out of the trance and slides himself up until his back rests on the wall taking her with him. He lets out a shaky breath before speaking.

“Why are you watching us this time?” He shakes her roughly when the words refuse to fall out of her open mouth. He unsheaths his knife from his belt and presses the blade to her throat just about his thumb. “C’mon, love, keep this easy.”

She grips his wrist and attempts to push the knife away but he doesn’t budge. A look of panic flashes in her eyes. “Decided to toy with the enemy and this time it isn’t going your way, huh?”

His bare lips graze her ear. “If you were under my command, I’d take you bound and gagged to teach you a lesson, you little minx.” His words drip with poison. She fights against his grip to no avail. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

The hem of his fatigues grinds painfully against her clit. He catches himself nearly panting at her little cries.

“I’m here to warn you, you stupid fuck.” She chokes out, clawing at his now painful grip on her jaw.

“Warn me of what?” He growls.

“Makarov has men heading this way. He thinks the task force has been tipped off.” She winces at his tightening grip.

Ghost chuckles, his plump lips tugging into a cocky smile. He sheaths his knife and his grip on her neck loosens and she gasps, finally being able to breathe properly.

“You’re working for Makarov now? That’s fuckin’ hilarious. You just keep getting worse.”

He tosses her backward onto the floor. He jumps to his feet, throwing on his vest and grabbing his gun. He readjusts his mask and turns back to her.

“Well, I recommend you disappear now.”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes, “So no goodbye kiss?”

“Fuck off.”

He places his headset over his ears.

“Bravo 6, Ghost. How copy?”

“What is it?”

“A little birdie told me Makarov’s men are heading our way.”

“All units pull out!”

Gunshots begin sounding through the hallway nearby. Ghost assesses the hall. When his head turns back she’s gone and the window is wide open.

He leaves the room behind to join the fight with his brothers. A trail of destruction leads to the vehicle barreling towards the compound for them. As Ghost enters the humvee he looks back to the dark building. Somewhere in the dense treeline, he could swear she was perched up watching him.

- Time Skip: UK -

“Makarov knew we were there. We did not prepare for that possibility. He could’ve used the gun deal to drag us out there and intended to have all of us killed.” Price sits at the head of the table looking to Laswell at his left.

“How’d you get out in time?” She looks over the images and reports plastered on the table.

Ghost interjects, “He had a scout visit before the attack, a familiar one.”

“Viper visited you before the attack?” Her eyebrows furrow. “This gives us plenty to look into. That’s enough for now.” She turns to Price. “Speaking of scouts, we’re gonna need one to plan for the next mission.”

They all dismiss from the debriefing, everyone heading their separate ways except Soap and Ghost.

“Yer tellin’ me she told ye they were coming? Tha’s a first.” Soap says in disbelief. “I guess Makarov isn’t payin’ them like he used tae.”

They say their goodbyes and Ghost heads to his barracks room.

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nino-rox · 8 months

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Choi San x Male Bottom Reader

Content Warning : NSFW Gay Smut, sexual themes, Top San and Bottom Male Reader.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post.

San grabbed your waist as you made out in the backseat of his car. Your hands palmed his erection, squeezing gently, running your fingers over its girth and length. You could feel him through his jeans growing harder by the second, and when he moaned into your mouth, it sent a thrill down your spine. He broke away for a moment, whispering, “Are you ready?” As he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, you stroked his hardening cock. He grabbed your hair and pushed your face onto his crotch. It was so thick that you could barely fit it all inside your mouth at once.

You licked around the head and worked your way down the shaft with your tongue before taking his entire length deep into your throat. His groans filled the car as you teased the underside of his tip with your tongue, feeling it twinge and jump under your touch. When you opened your mouth again, you noticed a thin string of saliva connecting your lips and San’s swollen cock. He looked down at you with lustful eyes as if willing himself not to cum too soon. He took his hand off your head and guided it up and down his cock. You could see it grow longer and thicker every time you stroked it, begging to be taken in your tight ass. He pulled your head off his cock and turned your around on all fours, sticking your ass high. He spread your cheeks apart and began licking your asshole, slowly working his tongue between each one. The pleasure is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. He grabbed your hips and drove two fingers into your tight hole. You could feel his fingers stretching your walls open and filling your body with an electric buzz. He pushed another finger into your tight ass. You cried out but couldn’t help but moan as his finger hit all the right places. The taste of your arousal is indescribable. While you enjoy it now, you can only imagine how intense it would have been had he not stopped. “You ready, baby?” San said as positioned behind you. He slowly entered your ass until you felt like you were completely filled.

You held yourself still, unable to move as he slid slowly in and out of you. With every thrust, your muscles tightened, and your hole stretched open even more. The pain quickly turned to pleasure as San began to thrust at a Wild pace, sending tremors throughout your entire body. You both moaned louder than ever. San grunted loudly as he spanked your ass hard enough to leave red marks across your skin. As the sensation built within you, you lifted your ass to meet his every thrust. He buried his face in your shoulder and began panting heavily, telling you to take control of the rhythm. Your breath became heavy as you bucked your hips against him. San slapped your ass hard and whispered, “Fuck”, as he continued railing you at an animalistic pace, filling the car with sinful and sloppy moans. Suddenly you felt him go stiff as he pulled out completely, grabbing your waist and thrusting forward hard, slamming his fat cock deep inside you. You yelled out, almost passing out from the pleasure as you were overwhelmed by what felt like being impaled by a monstrous log. You tried pulling away, but he kept pushing forward faster, forcing you deeper and deeper inside yourself. San began to groan louder as he started losing control. A river of cum erupted from his dick and coated your walls. His balls continued to slap against your inner thighs as he rammed you over and over again. He let go of your waist and let himself fall against the car door, absolutely exhausted.

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mxdnightlvers · 2 years

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Can you do nsfw headcanons of dottore and pantalone with a virgin s/o who's shy and anxious but still want them to be their first?

➸ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dottore and Pantalone with a shy Virgin reader (separate)

➸ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nsfw, mainly sweet sex tho, a bit of cumplay

➸ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬/𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: Gender neutral reader

➸ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I’m sorry this took so long 😭 I’ve been busy irl and haven’t gotten a chance to write these past few days. Not to mention that writing takes a while for me so sorry for the late response 🥲 Howeverrrrr this was a very interesting request!!! Especially with these characters aaaaa 10/10 ty anon 🙏🏻 I enjoyed writing this alot.

𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ❦

He’s so sweet and patient with you. Not like that unnerving fake kindness he shows everyone else, but genuine care and love towards you. So naturally, he would be the same for your first time. However, as much knowledge you have on sex in general, experiencing it for yourself has your heart racing with nervousness and anticipation. You’ve never had anyone see you in such a vulnerable state or even touch you like that. So when he touches the hem of your shirt, he pauses. “If you don’t want to do it, it’s fine. You don’t have to force yourself.” You search his eyes for any trace of faux sympathy but there were none. He was showing his genuine worry for you- showing vulnerability for you. Something that he’d never let the other harbingers see, but for you, he will. It gives you reassurance and you nod, mumbling a quiet, “mhmn, I’m sure.”

Despite your answer he still takes his time with you. However he can’t help but stare at your naked form as you lay beneath him. You’re so perfect- too perfect he simply cannot take his eyes off you. It’s not until you let out a small whine and tilt your head in embarrassment that he snaps out of it. A finger lightly lifting your chin so that he can kiss you, other hand slowly moving up and down your body. Letting you get used to the feeling of his hands all over your body before he spreads your legs. Slowly rubbing his fingers as you moan into the kiss at the newly felt sensation. Waiting for you to start grinding against his fingers before he pushes them inside you.

He takes his time with foreplay, simply ensuring you’re okay. Observing your expressions as he’s slowly pumping his fingers. Fingers curling to hit that one spot that drives you wild. It feels so good. His slender fingers just seem to know you so well despite being the first time he’s touched you like this. It had you shaking with just his fingers, tears already prickling at the corners of your eyes. Seeing as how much you enjoyed it he pulled out and positioned his cock at your hole, waiting for a nod from you before pushing himself inside.

He stays fully sheathed inside you for a few moments. Savoring how tight and warm you feel around him as you pull him closer by his neck. You felt so full and stuffed, unlike anything you’ve ever felt before that it was honestly kinda unnerving. Sure, it felt good but it was so new that you weren’t sure on what to do. Sensing your unease, Pantalone softly kisses your neck, softly reminding you that’ll he stop anytime you wish to. However, as new as it was, you still craved for more. You wanted to feel him more and after all, you trusted Pantalone. Despite his reputation, your relationship was built with trust, so you let him continue.

It doesn’t take him long at all to ease any worries you had. When his cock hits your sweet spot, it’s hard to simply not let go and lose yourself to pleasure. Pantalone holds back a bit, seeing as it’s your first time, he wants to be grounded enough so he can guide and reassure you. Kissing you in intervals. “You’re doing so well yeah?” “You feel so good.” “Don’t worry about anything sweetheart just let yourself go.” Sweet praises as he pounds into you, encouraging you to not hold back. Scratch his back, leave marks, make a mess. Do whatever you’d like because he’ll take care of it all. It is your first time of many but he still aims to make it special for you.

However he’s enjoying it as much as you are, seeing this side of you is simply intoxicating that it has his orgasm approaching rather quickly. Smiling when you give him permission to cum inside you. Feeling his warm seed filling you up and leaking out of your hole. Pantalone eyes glued to the way his cum also stains your thighs. He’d never imagine that you’d look so pretty with his cum leaking out of you but the way his cock twitches, he couldn’t just stop there. With your permission once more, he enters you only to fill you up again.

You’d never thought how embarrassing it’d be after you’re finished. Unable to look at him when he’s cleaning you up. However he finds a way to make you comfortable. Kissing you when he’s finished and telling you how good you did. Covering you up with the blanket and holding you close to him, running his fingers through your hair as you feel yourself drift off to sleep.

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 ❦

He simply establishes a few rules before you two do anything. You are to tell him if anything feels uncomfortable, hurts or if you want to stop and tell him whether to go slow or faster. You must voice your wants to him and he would have no problem going down on you right now. He wants to explore you, discover all your sweet spots, know everything about you, but only if you’re also enjoying it. This simply keeps him from guessing whether or not you’re fine and helps you enjoy your first time. You trusted him enough to even ask to do this and you had full faith in him that he’d take care of you, but simply for yours and his reassurance, he had these rules.

However this doesn’t mean that he won’t be gentle for your first time. He’s not going to just remove your clothes and start immediately pounding into you. No no, he must take care of you. After all it’s also his first time having your entire body for himself. Yes, he wants to make you feel good but he has an entire gem to himself. He simply can’t help but inspect and explore your body. Pressing soft kisses to your neck, waiting to see how you react. Seeing if you like it when he bites your skin lightly or when he uses a little extra force. He’s observing the way your face heats up when he runs his hands over your chest. It’s almost embarrassing the way he touches almost every part of you, either with his lips, tongue or hands.

Of course, he needs to taste you. How can he resist when you’re so wet for him from his touches. Practically drinking you up when he gets the slightest taste of you. Pulling you closer by your thighs, his tongue bringing you to an orgasm but he doesn’t stop tasting you, his saliva coating you as he licks you clean and it’s only until you start squirming against him that he pulls away. With a cheeky grin he leans down to whisper to you, “You taste so- so good darling.” Breath tickling your ear as you grow red from the embarrassment.

You’re so wet and ready for him that by the time he pushes his cock against your hole, he slides in with ease. You take him so well it’s surprising to you both. He doesn’t waste any time in slowly moving seeing that you were quite eager to feel more. Watching the way his cock stretches you out, yet the way you’re so tight around him. Watching how you grab onto his hands as he speeds up. Teeth gritting when your nails dig into his skin. Leaning down to kiss you when he realizes you’re holding your moans back. Shoving his tongue inside you so he can hear the way you moan his name. However he’s giving you enough air so that you’re able to freely tell him what you want.

This man really and truly loves his experiments so obviously he loves experimenting on you. Just in a much much nicer way. Would you like it better if he lifted your legs? Flipped you over and had you on all fours? Or maybe if you were to ride him while he pounds into you? Or maybe you prefer the simple missionary, fucking you slowly- but lovingly. He wants to know it all and he won’t hesitate to try it out. You’re enjoying yourself so much why would he stop now? If you’re going to give him the honor of being your first time then he will not disappoint. Eager to find what makes you wild and he will keep going until you’re tired.

Same as where he cums. Do you look prettier with his cum inside you? Or splattered on your stomach. He has no problem finishing anywhere once you’re okay with it. Guiding your hands over his cock as he cums, lightly biting down on your lips as he does. Your curious hands feeling the cum spurt out the tip and spreading it along his cock. Dottore pulling away, panting heavily but you know he’s not finished. He’s simply waiting for any sort of conformation from you. It’s sort of difficult to answer when he’s staring so intently at you, especially when you’re still so needy for more. Dottore is quick though, when he sees your flustered face he simply buries his into your neck so you have a little more room to answer him.

When you guys are finally finished you’re so tired that you can barely move. He cleans you up pretty quickly and dresses you in his shirt before tucking you in. He slides in next to you and pulls you closer to him. He wants to ask you so many things, but when he sees how exhausted you are he refrains from doing so. Perhaps it can wait until you two wake up. For now he just wants to make sure he’s holding you safely in his arms.

#dottore smut #pantalone smut #genshin smut #fatui smut #fatui harbinger smut #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader

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asexualbuthorny · 1 month

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spin off/epilogue/part 5 of "Simon has a bad time in the omegaverse"

His first actual heat started up slow with Simon stirring and whining lowly into your neck, his hips grinding down against your thigh while you both laid in the half assed nest you both built for him. He climbed on top of you to smash your lips together in a messy and sloppy kiss, robbing you of breath until you both have to pull away. You nip at his neck, savoring his scent and gently maneuver the two of you so he laid underneath you, splayed across the sheets and blankets as you made your way down his body, worshipping every scar and freckle he possessed, reassuring him of your love and chasing away the voices of insecurity. You reach his thighs, the same thighs you've been oogling every time Simon had worn those damn thigh straps. To die by your mates thigh is the way of the warrior. You pepper his skin with kisses, your hands going lower to massage his calves, sinking your fingers into his skin, assuring him of your presence. Your hands go back to his thighs and hips, groping the meaty flesh and making your omega whine out in surprise. You chuckle and glance at him, making sure he's good and ready and willing to let you continue and after a brief nod you slowly pull his boxers down, exposing his half chubbed, leaking cock and the cheeks of his ass which are covered by his slick. You nip at his skin, leaving slight marks and hickeys to signify your mark and bond with your Simon. He writhes and moans as the heat makes him sensitive even to the most basic of touches. You slowly nuzzle your way up to his dick, licking his balls and sucking gently on his skin making him jump and clamp his thighs around your head. You soothe him with gentle touches until he can relax again so you can move more freely, taking his half hard cock into your mouth, slowly suckling along and bobbing your head up and down while Simon writhes on the blankets, bucking his hips into your warm mouth, whining and moaning your name, begging for more. You bring him to his first orgasm, eagerly swallowing his cum as it shoots down your throat. You let him ride out his first high and then move on to lifting his hips up and propping them up on a pillow so you could reach his dripping hole, all wet and pink just for you. Simon whines in embarrassment and you shush him, nuzzling his thigh and purring into his hips. You lean close, burying your face between his cheeks and lick a broad stripe across his leaky hole and plunge your tongue inside him, making him squeal out and clench around your tongue. You lick up his slick like it's honey and thrust your tongue inside as deep as you can. Once you think he's loose enough you lean back and dive in for another kiss, letting Simon taste himself on your tongue. After a few moments of kissing you ask him if he wants to go further and he nods eagerly, kissing you passionately while you fumble around for a condom and after putting it on you line yourself up and begin slowly pushing in. Simon throws his head back as you bottom out, moaning loudly as his insides clench so tight you think you're loosing blood circulation in your dick. You purr into his neck, biting and marking his skin as he does the same, aggressively gnawing on your scent gland, sinking his teeth into it, marking you as his and only his. Once you feel his get a little less tight you start moving, thrusting in and out, hitting his prostate head on, making him grunt, growl and moan, clawing at your back while he holds you in a leg lock, making sure you won't go anywhere as his one and only alpha. Simon can practically feel your cock in his stomach with how deep you're going but it just makes it all better. He can feel his heat getting better and lets himself be moved along with your thrusts, letting his eyes slip closed while he enjoys being filled by his mate. It doesn't take long for you both to reach climax, Simons poor spent cock shooting his seed onto his chest and stomach while his hole squirts slick around your knot as he feels the hot cum coming from you even with the condom on.

Once you were both clean and sated you laid in the nest, underneath the blankets while you fed Simon bits of food and let him get as much of your scent and attention as he needed. For the first time in a very long while Simon "Ghost" Riley was happy and content, nuzzling up to his alpha, the person who would never leave him.

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jogetsobsessed · 23 days

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Mud Puddles - Seth Clearwater

This is based on this request !! I had a lot of fun writing it, thank you so much to the anon who requested this! Also, I hit 100 followers, so yay! Thank you so much to everyone for being patient with me and my unreliable posting. I hope you all enjoy!

“Come on Y/N”, a squeaky voice called from ahead.

You bounded through the countless mud puddles littering the Clearwaters property, the heavy raindrops soaking through your clothes. But you didn't care.

You didn't care that the cold was reaching your bones or that the mud most likely had wrecked your favorite t-shirt.

No, you simply were having the time of your life, chasing after your best friend, who was equally as dirty (if not dirtier) than you.

It was some make-believe game that his older sister had taught the pair of you that had the two of you sliding all around the yard. Today marked the season's first “good” rain, turning the sizable lawn into your own slip-and-slide.

The game went on for hours, each of you taking countless turns at being game leader, trekking through the wilderness, finding different treasures to take back to your shared treehouse, one that his father had built the two of you as a shared birthday gift years ago.

Eventually, the chill did catch up to both of you, as you reluctantly marched back home, taking the time to jump in just a few more puddles. Once Seth had burst through his back door beckoning you to follow you were immediately stopped by his mother, who almost had a heart attack at the sight of him and you.

Head-to-toe mud was caked on your bodies.

“Seth Clearwater and Y/N Y/L/N what on earth were you two thinking”, Sue screeched as she rushed off to find towels to attempt to clean you off enough for her to get you home.

She was still yelling about how she couldn't believe the two of you managed to get that dirty in one afternoon and how you shouldn't be left unsupervised any longer. Leaving you and Seth standing in front of the sliding glass door, clothes dripping on the linoleum. You were focusing on the sound of your teeth chattering when you felt someone staring at you.

Your gaze tracked to your left and you saw your best friend, teeth chattering and looking like a drowned rat staring back at you. As soon as he saw you looking back at him a wicked grin broke out on his face and he threw his head back, howling with laughter.

Soon you joined him, laughing so hard that your cheeks started to hurt almost instantly. And there stood the two of you, ten years old, laughing until Sue came back in the room, accepting the towels she brought, and you happily agreed to stay for dinner.

Life couldn't get any better, not when you lived in Forks, down the street from your best friend on the entire planet.

The cruelness of reality caught up to you only a mere month later.

When your parents sat you down after you had got ready for bed one night and explained that in just a couple weeks you were going to be leaving your childhood home, and the town that you loved. They did their best to try and explain how it was a smart economical decision for your family, your dad got a new high-paying job. Bribery was their main tactic, explaining that you were going to get to decorate your new bedroom and pick out some new toys and clothes for your new school.

But it didn't matter.

Because all you heard was that you were moving twenty hours away.

Twenty hours away from your best friend.

It was like your entire world was crumbling apart. The light from within was blown out.

They promised that you would make new friends.

But you didn't want to make new friends, not when you had the best one in the entire world.

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Rolling into town you truly had no plan.

Your mom had heard from an old coworker of hers that the Clearwaters still live in the same house from your childhood. Sue and Harry had always been the type of people with an open-door policy, and you were hoping that their generosity still stood to this day. “You're always welcome in our home Y/N’, Sue had told you all those years ago when you ran to their home, tears streaming down your face after your parents told you about the move. You didn't need a place to stay, just someone to talk to and catch you up on everything from the last ten years.

The turns in the road came to you naturally, it was like riding a bike, something you never truly forget. Crossing through Forks, turning left onto the reservation. And just like the drive through town, nothing had changed.

And when you came upon the familiar gravel driveway you felt like you were ten years old again.

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Your hand was hovering over the faded green door, the peeling paint revealing the old shade of brown it used to be.

Your thoughts were racing, what if Sue didn't recognize you, or thought it was weird you had just shown up out of the blue after all these years? Part of you wanted to turn around and haul ass back to San Diego, and just pretend that the past few days and this road trip didn't happen.

But you knew that if you showed up back home so soon you would look like a complete fool to your parents and your friends. You came all this way for this moment.

The sound of your knuckles rapping against the wood caused the sounds of someone moving about the kitchen to halt. Footsteps padding through the house were the next sound and you took a step back, preparing for whoever you were about to come face to face with.

“Y/N?” a voice said, completely startled.

“Sue!”, you mirrored, relieved to see the woman you once considered a second mom. She stared at you in shock before opening the storm door fully, ushering you inside, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. Laughing you hugged her back, breathing in her familiar smell of pine and fresh bread. She pulled away but kept you in her outstretched grasp admiring you.

“I can not believe how grown up you are”, she fawned tears in her eyes.

“A decade away will do that to yah”, you said laughing slightly.

She ushered you through the house and into the kitchen. You sat on the barstool where she directed you, accepting the glass of water and a small plate of cookies she pushed in your direction. Comfortable silence fell over the two of you as she stood on the opposite side of the counter just gazing at the sight of you.

Conversation flowed freely after you broke the silence, complimenting her on the cookies.

You were in the middle of laughing at a story about Leah learning how to drive for the first time when the sound of the front door crashing open sounded through the house. Sue immediately rolled her eyes at the sound, muttering something inaudible under her breath.

Heavy stomps bounded into the kitchen but came to a sudden stop.

“Hey honey, we have a surprise visitor”

Slowly you pushed yourself around on the stool, taking in the sight in front of you.

Saying he was handsome was an understatement.

He stood tall, his tan complexion glistening with sweat and his jaw dropped to the floor. Your smile was weak as you watched his eyes look you over from head to toe, drinking in the sight of you.

His gaze drifted past you, looking at his mom who seemed to understand what was going on, even if you didn't.

Sue left the room, sliding past you and slipping out the back door. Leaving just you and Seth in the kitchen.

Slowly you slid off the stool and took a few steps towards him. As you approached a loud snort escaped you and you snapped your palm across your mouth trying to stifle your laughter.

“What is so funny?”, he questioned cocking an eyebrow.

Your laughter only got louder as you had to crane your neck back to meet his gaze. Confused he started to laugh a little too, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced down at you.

“You were two inches shorter than me when I last saw you, that's what's so funny”.

His laugh was full this time, finally understanding where yours was coming from. Now he stood what seemed to be eight to ten inches taller than you, definitely surpassing six feet.

“I can't believe you're here, standing in my kitchen”, his voice was soft as if he didn't want to startle you, as if this was a dream. His hand slowly reached out towards yours. And when your two hands met you could have sworn you felt electricity. He coughed back another laugh, a nervous energy suddenly taking him over.

You rubbed your thumb over his unnaturally warm hand as you met his gaze again, giggling before you threw your hands around his neck. He faltered for a second before he wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you and tilting you around slightly. You squealed, caught off guard by the gesture, tightening your grip on him.

Seth sat you down and continued to stare at you, watching every slight movement you took, almost like he was afraid you would disappear. Tugging him towards the living room, the two of you sat on opposite ends of the loveseat, tucking your legs into your chest so you could turn and fully face him.

You wanted to know everything about him. Every detail about the past ten years of his life. Because even though it had been almost that long since the two of you had an actual conversation you still felt drawn to him. Like no time had passed at all. Looking at him behind the new adult body you still saw the ten-year-old that you had once loved.

Seth knew.

He knew from the moment that you turned around.

You were his person.

The imprint bond was just like everyone, all his brothers had explained it.

Suddenly Y/N was his reason for existing.

The same girl that he had been having dreams about since he was a child, the same girl who he had pined after, breaking down in secret whenever she got brought up in conversation. The same girl who had been missing for over half his life.

He had been able to communicate it with Sue by just the look in his eyes, and he was grateful she had gotten the hint and left the room. This was something that he needed to process with as few eyes on him as possible.

You were none the wiser, simply laughing about the reversed height difference the two of you now shared. Why would you know, you hadn't been around when Seth phased for the first time or experienced the hellish year that followed the Cullen's returning from their short time away from Forks.

And he was glad. You had been kept safe, far away from the danger that the supernatural world possessed.

Seth wanted to tell you, he wanted to tell everyone. Something deep inside of him was telling him to jump up and scream it from the rooftops, you were his imprint.

But he knew he couldn't. At least not right now.

You didn't have the slightest clue about anything supernatural, so he certainly couldn't start by telling you that the two of you were meant to be together. That the two of you were going to be tied together for the rest of your lives.

So for now, he didn't.

For now, he relished in your company, listening intently as you told him about your life. About everything he had missed during your absence from Forks.

And he was content, someday you would know. But not today.

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Hold My Life In Your Hands

Hannibal Lecter x GN!plus size reader

Hannibal has hurt hundreds of people with his hands but he could never hurt you, and yet you want him to

Warnings: smut, choking, allusions to Hannibal’s murders, rough sex, biting, marking kink, aftercare

WC: 1.4k

Minors DNI

Hannibal’s hands were a thing of beauty; tools for both destruction and creation. They were soft, the hands of a man who moisturised daily but callouses on the palm, built up from years of burns and working with knives. His fingers were long and thick, much like another part of his anatomy.

He knew how to use his hands well, he was a surgeon after all. He wore no rings, no jewelry that would hinder his work. He would wear a ring one day, that he promised you, but for now, his hands were as bare as his soul to you.

His hands guided you— a palm at the small of your back during dinner parties, your fingers intertwined during a midnight walk, gripping your plump thigh as he drove you around in his expensive car.

His hands controlled you— buried within you, stroking your sex, telling you that you couldn’t fall over the edge just yet, a firm hold on your wrists, pinning them helplessly above your head while he thrust into you.

But there was one thing he could never do with his hands, and that was to hurt you. He would not leave bruises or bites, he would never risk marring your perfect skin or risking your life. It was something he was insistent on, yet you could see the gleam in his eye, the darkness swirling within the golden amber that told you everything you needed to know.

He wanted to mark you, paint your skin with splotchy purple and yellow, to show the world that you were his entirely for all eternity.

“My darling, you’re doing so well for me.” His voice was level in your ear, controlled and much like he normally sounded. But you were the polar opposite. You were crumbling beneath him, strung out and shivering, consumed with pleasure.

And yet, it wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed his rage, his anger, his darkness. “More.” You croaked, desperately clutching at his muscular back. He had your hips tilted up at the perfect angle to hit the small bundle of nerves deep within you that made you see stars.

“Tell me how my love.” He crooned, laying delicate kisses to the side of your head. Wet squelches echoed through the room, in time with Hannibal’s powerful thrusts. Your stomach twisted with pleasure. You burned for him, a fire only he could stoke.

You could not speak, your brain turning to mush with a particularly hard strike to your core. Instead, you did the only thing you could. Your fingers curled around his right wrist which had been planted firmly by your head.

He leaned back, just enough to allow you to do what you wished with his body. A pathetic whine escaped your lips at the loss of his naked skin against your torso but it did not deter your determination. His hold on the silk pillow beneath you went easy as you pulled it closer to you.

You could see his composure crumbling the closer his touch got to your overheated skin. His facade was falling away, like a porcelain mask, chip by chip. His weight shifted to his left side, providing a new angle at which to strike you. He knocked the breath from your lungs, replacing it with his essences, his smell, his taste.

Your insides twisted like you were almost at the top of the rollercoaster, waiting for the drop. But the edge was getting further and further away, you needed one last little push.

It happened too quickly for Hannibal to react, a simple tug against his wrist, and suddenly his huge hand was on your throat. His fingers unconsciously curled around the gentle curve of your windpipe, feeling the erratic beat of your pulse.

That one touch was enough to push the cart forward, the nose balancing precariously in the air as you waited for the fall. He tried to pull away, not trusting in himself.

“My life is yours” You managed to say between gasps, forcing his fingers to tighten around the delicate skin of your neck. Even in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom, you could clearly see how his eyes darkened.

He loomed over you. He shifted before you, no longer your caring, devoted partner, but a vicious panther, waiting for the right moment to strike. Hannibal was dangerous and you wanted to be consumed by it.

“Very well.” He snarled and your breath was ripped from you. A firm hand clamped on your wide hip, squeezing to the point of pain, just as his other pressed down, pinning you to the mattress. “You’re mine.”

It was violent, the way he used you. Shoving you up the bed with each thrust, the top of your head brushing the ornate bed frame as the rest of your body was held still. Oxygen filled your lungs in short bursts, just enough to keep you conscious but too little for you to catch your breath. He felt huge like this, his cock splitting you open even more than usual as you felt each and every vein and twitch inside of you.

Your limbs shook, muscles tensing at the precipice of your end. Your body was both freezing and on fire, black spots dotting your vision but he did not relent. “Please.” Only a whisper of the word could slip past your kiss-bitten lips with the last of the air in your lungs.

Hannibal dipped forward, his nose brushing along the length of your collarbone, inhaling the sweetness of your natural perfume—your sweat, your arousal. Then he bit down, hard. His teeth carved into your flesh, not enough to cut, but enough to hurt, to brand.

They travelled across your chest, burning himself into your skin. The pleasure mounted, like bricks stacking in a wall.

His grip got firmer and he gave one last punch inside you, shattering the brittle foundation of your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back and your tongue lolled from your mouth in a vain attempt to draw more breath.

Just as the blackness tinged the edge of your vision and the rush of hormones tapered off, Hannibal released your throat, letting air rush back into you. “Hanni!” You called, another wave of pleasure washing over you.

His chest vibrated with a feral growl, your walls clamping around him like a vice. He ripped himself from you, the hand that had held your fragile life, took his wet length and began pumping furiously. You reached for him and he did not hesitate to hold you, your fingers intertwining as his own end approached.

“Mine.” Was all he said before his back bowed forward and he finished on your plump stomach. His cum was hot against your already overheated skin and yet, you shivered. He was always careful not to mar you in any way, even staining you with his seed was too much. But now, you felt marked, owned entirely by him.

Hannibal shuddered, sweat dripping from his brow, his silvery hair out of place. He looked wild and finally free. “Wow.” Was all you could say with your raspy voice. And as suddenly as the beast appeared, it retreated back into its cage, to await his next meal.

“You did so well for me my darling.” He cooed, cupping your full cheek. He tilted your head to the side to lay a loving kiss to your cheek.

He slipped away, gracefully moving through the room. You stayed on the bed, melting into the damp sheets. You knew better than to follow him, a firm suggestion on his part from the beginning of your sexual relationship to stay in place and let him take care of your needs.

He returned shortly, a wet cloth in one hand, a cold glass of water with a slice of cucumber in the other which were promptly placed on the dark oak table beside the bed. With gentle guidance, he helped you to sit up against the pillows and then gave you the glass.

As you began to take careful sips, he used the cloth to wipe away the grime left behind by your coupling. “So beautiful.” He reassured.

Soon, the water was gone and you were clean. The sheets were drawn back and the pillows arranged. Hannibal took his rightful spot in the center of the bed and you in his arms. His hands held you close as exhaustion took over and you peacefully slipped into sleep.

“Thank you.” He murmured into your hair as he followed behind you.

Yes, Hannibal’s hands were beautiful.

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19 Asks! :00 Thank you! :DD 🧁

And now you see my frustration and lack of patience. <XDD

Its the easiest to follow boundary that I can think of. Yet people still wanna fuss about it and send me horrible messages and run me down. Calling me selfish, ungrateful, spoiled.. Its exhausting. :( 💔

Sorry, I don't take requests. :/

Do beasts like that exist in the game?? :00 Dang, that's spooky-

Well, I imagine that Seafoam, Octo, Louis and any other tough guy on the ship would go down there and weed it out. Dragging it up onto the deck so that Blue Beauty could snatch it and dispose if it however she needed to <XDD 💀

I must specify that my cookie run characters are not in "my version" of the world- <:0 as in I didn't create the world they live in and how it works-

These cookie characters are fan OCs for an existing game! And note, its a game that I know next to nothing about! <:( I only researched enough to make characters that might fit into that universe somewhat realistically,, other than that, I've got nothing! :(

So about a pirate community being led by a King or Queen of some other chocolate brands..?.. aaaaaa I have no idea! <:0 Its not my world! Does it fit? I don't know.. Sorry.. :(((

@yourstrulylightstar283

Thank you <:) but hey, I have high hopes that this trial will end within the next few weeks! :D ..I really hope it will :')

@neo-metalscottic

:DD No problem! While I am spending an unfortunate amount of my time just lounging around trying to feel better.. I at least want to get around to answering asks! Its darn near my favorite part of running this blog after all! <XDD

When it comes to the Commander, he is not meant to have any fancy powers like in the movie or from Kamek. Magic in my universe is meant to be a very complicated practice. Something that would take years of studying and training to perfect. At least to the level where it can be used reliably in combat.. What I mean by this, is I don't think there's any magic related tricks that the Commander could "pick up" or be taught.. Magic also has everything to do with a magikoopa's gem staff thing, soo... <://

Though I suppose that the "superspeed flight" and the "self destruct" aspect could be incorporated into the Blue Parakoopa species somehow.. Perhaps due to the shape of their winds and flying styles, they could be incredibly fast. And Since they are so big and sturdy, perhaps they have been known to rocket towards their enemy and come crashing down onto/into them with all their might. Completely obliterating what ever they happen to hit. Like an explosion! XD Hmm.. I might just adopt that XDD Thanks for the idea!

Also he might make for a decent sparring partner if he was asked to do so! :0 though that's not his primary job..

As for Larry, unfortunately I've thought about him the least amongst the Koopalings. :((( Though I do intend to keep his star mark somehow.. and I didn't know about the music thing! :0 My Larry definitely wouldn't be a DJ, but I could certainly add an interest in music into his character! :0 Sounds like you kind'a built a bit of Larry for me! XD

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Thank you so much!! I'm glad to hear it! :DD And "like spam", XDD there's no such thing on my blog! I consider it a huge compliment! :DD

@ripchaos69

:DD Thank you very much!! I'm glad you like what I've made!! :}} ✨💖✨

Me neither man, me neither. If someone else had set a boundary like that I would just drop it no questions asked. I don't get why its so hard for others to do the same.. and its such a small and simple boundary at that. It just baffles me, it really does. :'((

@petra-creat0r

I always knew/assumed that's why people harp on me so much about it. "All other artists like it. So why don't you like it? You make no sense."

I understand how everyone else sees it, but even then I wish people would get the message and just leave me alone about it. You know?

When I set a boundary, don't come into my ask box and question me about it. Don't start criticizing me or send me death threats or call me selfish and ungrateful. As has happened before..

Just read the boundary, "please do not make fanart of any kind for me" and then leave it/me alone. Its all I ask. :( I promise I would/will do the same for you, 💖

Thank you for the kind message and support, it really means a lot <:}

I'm doing by best every day to heal and work on myself as much as I can. I'm hoping to see improvements soon! <:}

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Sorry, I don't take requests. But it sounds like you already have a good idea goin. Why not give it a go yourself? :0

:DDD Thank you so much!! That means the world!! :}} 💖

I have not :( I've seen and heard wonderful things about it though! No doubt its an awesome show :}}

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WAAHAHAGG THANK YOU!! :DDD Nothing means more to me than to see people so passionate about my original characters! My ORIGINAL! CHARACTERS!! 😭😭💖💖💖 IM SO HONORED!!

XDD No no don't worry! You're fine! :}

Now, I do advise that people don't shove headcannons onto my charaters- BUT! I say this because in the past people have shipped my original characters together and have put mental illness and sexuality headcannons on themm.. which is just not ok. It made me super uncomfortable and should be a no brainer. Don't do that with peoples personal characters unless they say they are ok with it-

But this is a bit different, taking what I've already established and just gushing about it/digging into it a little deeper is alright! Honestly its such an honor! :DD It makes me very happi :}}} 💖💖

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:(( I been goin through it ngl. But I'm sure in a few weeks and maybe after I get a couple good rainy days under my belt? I'll be back to my old squiggly self :}

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I like to look at my cookie crew through more "serious" glasses. I don't think they ever would be involved in a coordinated musical number..

But even if they were, I'm not too sure how they'd react/feel.. :( I know Octo and Spidercrab wouldn't be having a good time though, that's for sure! XDD

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Push Comes to Shove

Eddie x Henderson!Reader (fem)

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, suggestion of smut, hurt/comfort, ex!Billy, mentions of abusive relationships, mention of blood, minor violence, 18+/nsfw

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Eddie loses his temper for the first time with a fragile y/n, bringing up old memories of her past.

Author’s note: This is literally the first fic I’ve written since I was probably like 15 so bear with me but Eddie just has my whole heart. Any feedback would be appreciated.

Part 2

Push Comes to Shove:

You and Eddie had been together for nearly 6 months now. It was coming up to that half year mark next week and your stomach had butterflies every time you thought about the relationship you two had built.

But it didn’t exactly start out well. Before the two of you got together you had a distanced but tumultuous acquaintanceship. As Dustin’s sister you had felt incredibly protective of your baby brother when he moved up to high school, and even more so when he joined Hellfire. It seemed to turn Dustin and his friend’s obsession with D&D into something wholly more consuming than when they used to play it in Wheeler’s basement. You hadn’t been able to find it in yourself to like Eddie upon first meeting, blaming him entirely for the fixation Dustin, Mike and Lucas had on the club. You knew it wasn’t evil or dangerous like the news sometimes liked to pretend it was, but that didn’t mean you had to like the group’s leader, Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.

You had been in the same school year as Eddie before you graduated and knew him to have a bit of a reputation, not necessarily a bad one, but a reputation none the less. During your senior year you shared only one class together and were in completely different social spheres. Eddie had his gang of nerds, for lack of a better word, and you had your small friendship group of girls not quite popular enough for parties and not quite nerdy enough to never leave the library. Regardless, your interactions were limited but you still knew of the metalhead.

Last year, however, your lack of high social ranking within the confines of the school halls hadn’t stopped you from dating bad boy Billy Hargrove. Your relationship with Billy was bad. He treated you (and everyone else) like shit. Within the 10 months of you being together he had you constantly on edge. Always wondering when his next violent temper would hit him, and eventually, hit you. The only thing that got you out of the relationship was Billy’s ‘boredom’ with you and his desire to get out of Hawkins to find ‘real women’, in his words. When he did, it took you some time, but eventually it was like a weight lifted off your shoulders and you could dig yourself out of the shell that Billy had put you in, just in time for finals. You had felt like a whole different person by the time you graduated.

And perhaps that was why you were suspicious of Eddie with his reputation for being outlandish, a drug dealer and a bit crazy. Billy had notoriety for similar things, and he was bad. The red flags had been up when you first heard Dustin had joined the D&D club.

Your little brother, however, had endlessly tried to convince you that Eddie was a good guy, and eventually you came to realise it too. It wasn’t until you saw in person Eddie’s charming and kind-hearted nature and how he adored your brother and his friends that you realised little Dustin was right. He wasn’t crazy – he was passionate. He wasn’t outlandish – he was fun. But he definitely was still a drug dealer. Pretty soon after that you started crushing on Eddie. Hard. And it didn’t take long for that crush to escalate into something more. One night you had stayed after Hellfire, having given in to Dustin’s desperate pleas for you to watch just one night of the new campaign. You were impressed and incredibly turned on at how Eddie had commanded the room. Even his weird elvish voices lit something in you aflame. Dustin had decided to go home with Mike and Nancy, who had picked the boys up, and you were left alone to help Eddie pack away. It had started with some compliments, a sprinkle of flirty banter, and somehow ended with Eddie bending you over the tables and the many figurines scattered atop it. You swore you still had some of the indents from where the figurines had dug into your stomach as your now boyfriend had fucked you for the first time. Ever since then your relationship blossomed, much to your little brother’s equal disgust and delight.

Thankfully, Eddie was utterly different from Billy in every way. He was gentle, but rough when you wanted him to be. He was kind and thoughtful and treated you with so much respect and love that it sometimes brought a tear to your eye. You loved him entirely too much to comprehend and you were never alone in those feelings. The future for you and Eddie was bright. He made you finally feel safe.

It was Thursday night after Hellfire and you had stayed to watch as Eddie introduced a new campaign to the gang, after being utterly mesmerised by his incredible imagination and theatrics, you had come back to his trailer with him.

“Honestly y/n, I was so nervous, they just expect so much from me y’know? And I never know if I can deliver that,” Eddie confessed as you walked from his van to the trailer door.

“You know they love whatever you do, Eds. The day Dustin shuts up about the depth of the characters you make will be the day pigs fly. Trust me, you could just make your entire campaign the plot of those Star Wars films and they’d still go mad.”

“Ahh I don’t know about that y/n” he laughed, “George Lucas aint got shit on me.” He smiled as he turned to you, his big brown eyes lighting up with humour as he placed a swift kiss on your lips and opened the trailer door. Even now his kisses still made your stomach somersault.

The trailer had become a second home to you, in fact you probably spent more time here than your own house. Wayne was out working most of the time, so it sometimes felt like you and Eddie had a little taster of domestic bliss together.

“Okay, I’m thinking we do pizza, a joint, a movie and then I wanna be in your arms from now until morning,” he said with a wink to you as he put his stuff down and emptied his backpack on the countertop.

“Sounds perfect!” You said kicking off your shoes with a stupid grin that hadn’t been able to leave your face for the past few months.

You weren’t one for smoking before you met Eddie and you still didn’t indulge much in it, but you liked the buzz you got, it helped you relax. It also helped that Eddie always looked so hot smoking. It was the way his hands would roll the joint, his fingers so nimble and capable of so much, most of it pleasurable. Plus, it felt like you should celebrate Eddie’s successful launch of his new campaign. It had taken weeks and weeks of prep for him, even risking a few bad grades (which he really couldn’t afford if he wanted to graduate this year) and now he was having to put in double time in Mrs Clicks class if he was ever going to scrape a passing grade.

“I’m gonna go get changed, will you grab us a drink and I’ll be back in a minute, baby?”

“Sure, you want a beer?” You shouted after him as he walked to his end of the trailer.

“I’d love one,” He called back to you.

After 6 months of your relationship, you were now able to expertly navigate your way round Eddie’s home. You grabbed you and Eddie a beer each from the fridge and tried to crack them open with the bottle opener on his key ring. The tops were really stuck on though, they must have been in the refrigerator for some time, and it took a good amount of pulling to open the first one and the second one was worse. You got the top open eventually, but the bottle slipped from your hand from the force and spilt directly over Eddie’s campaign notebook, rolling onto the floor and smashing, knocking the other bottle on the book as it went.

“No, no, no” you muttered to yourself as you watched the beer seep into the pages – why had he left it open!

Panicking, you grabbed the nearest dishtowel and started to try and wipe the liquid off the thing that Eddie prized most, except his guitar off course, but you were only making it worse.

“Fuck!” The beer and towel combination wiping and smudging Eddie’s written words about, making it all completely unreadable. “Please no” you kept muttering trying to wipe it up but not helping at all, it had seeped into the pages, ruining every one of them with splodges of ink. How could beer do so much damage you thought to yourself. Eddie’s endless work was completely ruined, and it was all your fault. Your eyes started to well with tears.

You gasped as you heard Eddie come back into the room.

“Is everything okay y/n?” His eyes caught your watery ones and your sunken face, he looked down and saw the mess you had made, and he saw red immediately.

“What the fuck y/n?” He shouted, making you jump.

“What the fuck have you done?” He stormed round the countertop to get to where you, and his ruined masterpiece stood, his shoes crunching over the broken glass on the floor.

“I-I-I,” you attempted to explain but you were frozen and couldn’t get your words out.

“Do you know how fucking long this took me to write? It’s completely fucked y/n! Why the fuck would you do this?” He shouted, holding up the sopping pages by the corner in front of your face. They looked as if they could fall apart, and you felt like you were about to too. You had never seen Eddie’s eyes so full of rage or his body language so tense and furious.

“I didn’t mean to, it was an accident, I couldn’t open the bottle and it spilt everywhere. I’m so so sorry, Eddie.”

“I can’t fucking believe this, how stupid actually are you, y/n? You couldn’t have just fucking waited til I got back to help. Look what you’ve done!”

“I didn’t know it was going to spill like that, I swear.” You tried to tell him, his words making your stomach sink as you tried to cower away from his rage.

“I don’t give a fuck!” His voice so loud, every time he spoke it made you jump. “I’ve put my whole self into this and you just go a mess it up in 2 minutes. You’re so fucking useless y/n I can’t even ask you to do one thing without fucking it up! You’re an absolute joke!” His words physically stung, his voice so loud as he turned through the near crumbling and sopping wet pages of what was once his work. You had never heard Eddie like this before, had never seen him lose his temper, at least not at you and not at this level. You were beyond terrified right now.

You did what you always tried to do and attempted to fix it and help him, you leant over the book on the counter Eddie had thrown it onto and, hands trembling, attempted to get his hands away from it so you could help.

“If we put it on the heater it might dr-“

“No! Piss off y/n, you’re just gonna make it worse!” He yelled and he pushed you away with his elbow, not hard, but enough to knock you into the counter and your left foot onto one of the shards of broken green glass. The pain cut through you immediately.

“Ow! Eddie I-“

“Shut up y/n!” He turned to you, with a venom in his eyes that you could feel tearing at your heart, he looked wild and the glass that had cut into your foot was stinging and starting to bleed. You couldn’t understand where this had come from, where his temper had suddenly sprung from after all this time, and it scared you shitless. You tried to shrink yourself away expecting another explosion of rage and eventual violence any second, it was all you knew when men got angry, and he hadn’t exactly shown you he would be different right now.

“Just leave me alone for minute so I can try and sort out this shit show you’ve made, fucks sake.” Eddies voice was usually so full of softness that it calmed you on your worst days but now it was making the trembling in your hands ten times worse.

“Eddie I’m sorry,” You pleaded, tears falling from your eyes as you tried to reach out your hand as a comfort on his shoulder.

“Seriously y/n. Fuck. OFF!”

And so, you walked away, carefully to avoid stepping in any more glass, and heard him mutter “stupid bitch” as you made your way towards the bathroom.

You walked into the bathroom, foot stinging, eyes watering insistently, but your whole body felt numb. The only feeling you had was a pit in the bottom of your stomach that felt all too familiar. Instinctively, you were shutting yourself down. It was what you always had to do with Billy, with it really ever being the only way you could stop yourself from feeling the hurt of his words or his fist. But you didn’t expect to have to do it with Eddie. He was supposed to be different. His words kept replaying in your head, how he was so quick to anger and be so cruel. Where had that come from? You didn’t want to risk that happening again.

Your breathing was shallow and quick as you sat yourself on the toilet seat and went to take your sock off your bleeding foot. Eyes constantly blurring with tears, you wiped them as much as you could and tried to calm your breathing with deep breaths. Wincing, you pulled your previously white and now crimson sock off. The cut was a lot deeper than it felt, but your body was going into survival mode so it didn’t surprise you that you could only feel a sliver of the pain that you should have been feeling.

This wasn’t the first time you had to deal with a cut, so you knew what to do in a pinch. Taking some toilet paper (disposable so your blood wouldn’t stain anything), you stood up and wet a big wad of it under the tap and began to clean the area of your foot of as much blood as you could. It was still seeping from the wound but less so now. So, with a sharp intake of breath, you applied pressure to where the glass had bit into your skin, hoping to clot the blood and stop it from making any more mess. You looked at the floor and saw drops of blood littered on the vinyl flooring.

“Fuck,” you muttered, not wanting to face the repercussions of that if Eddie came in here but knowing it could wait.

Your mind couldn’t stop replaying what just happened and you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you sobbed softly to yourself. You were trying to be quiet, listening out for Eddie but you heard nothing, which perhaps worried you more.

You got up, looking for any form of anti-septic cream and sitting back down once you found a small near empty tube in the cabinet. You made a mental note to buy a new tube just in case.

Squeezing the cream out, you placed it as gently as you could on your foot hoping it would help, knowing it would eventually but certainly not feeling like it at that moment.

You sat there for several minutes until there was a knock on the bathroom door, making you jump.

“Ju-Just a minute,” you shouted out, your voice cracking and stumbling over the words.

You weren’t given a minute, however, as the door smacked open, Eddie walking in after it. Every noise seemed to have on high alert.

“Oops sorry y/n.” He looked like your normal Eddie now. His pupils weren’t so blown and his breathing not so rapid. But you didn’t see any of that at that moment, fear still instilled in you.

“I’m so sorry Eddie, I didn’t mean to. I won’t be a second and I’ll get out of here, I’m sorry, I’ll clean everything up in a minute, I didn’t mean to do it and I won’t do it again, I’m really sorry, I promise it was an accident.” You rambled on, not able to look your Eddie in the eye, trying to back yourself up as much as you could against the toilet tank.

The next time you looked up; Eddie was squatting in front of you.

He was looking up at you through his thick eyelashes, eyes slightly hidden by the mop of his fringe. Your eyes searched his swiftly looking for any remaining rage. There was none there, but your breaths hadn’t calmed. Billy used to do this all the time. He’d come after you, playing nice and loving only for it to get worse after that, you knew the tricks that men played.

Eddie reached out slowly to touch your cheek and you flinched away slightly.

“Oh baby,” Eddies heart had dropped, “I’m the one who’s sorry. I don’t know why I got so angry. It’s just that I’d been working on that for so long and I panicked.” The soft pad of his thumb was stroking your damp cheek, his tone so gentle it broke your heart.

“No, it was my fault. You’re right I can’t be left alone to do anything, but I won’t do it again I swear.” Your chest was heaving, you could see he was calm, but you didn’t want to risk angering him again with any wrong words. In all his time knowing you, Eddie had never seen you look so scared: your face was 10 shades paler than usual, your eyes so full of terror and tears, your whole body shaking and you were one movement away from practically curling yourself into a ball.

“Sweetheart, it’s okay. It was an accident. Breathe y/n. Breathe.” Listening to his words, you started to take deep, shaky breaths. “God I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted like that, it was an accident. I know it was. I’m sorry for getting angry. It’s all in my head anyway, not like I can’t just write it down again right? It’s okay y/n, I’m not mad I swear.” Reassurance and tenderness echoed so wholly in his words that you couldn’t not believe him, and so your breathing started to calm down and your tears ceased to fall.

“Y/N I’m so sorry for making you panic like that and for what I said, I didn’t mean it. You mean everything to me, way more than a stupid notepad with words on it, okay?” He prompted.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” You replied, nodding your head gently and meeting his eyes. Staring back at you was the sincerest expression you had ever seen Eddie wear and you knew you could relax. In your head a mantra formed of ‘he’s not like Billy, he’s not like Billy’, and you knew it to be true.

Eddie took a moment to look down at your foot, seeing the drops of blood on the floor and the red soaked tissues scattered around you.

“Fuck, y/n. Are you okay?” He asked, holding up your foot gently to inspect the cause of the mess.

“Yeah, Eddie it’s fine, it’s only a small cut, I’ll be okay,” placing your hand on his shoulder and rubbing gently as his head fell in your lap.

“God I’m so sorry.” You could hear his voice breaking and you knew tears would be staining his cheeks any moment now.

“Hey, hey – it’s okay, I’ll be fine,” you reassured him, lifting his chin to meet yours. He sniffled and nodded, leaning into your touch.

A few moments passed and Eddie stood up, taking a deep breath and reaching his hand out for you to take. “Right, I’m gonna clean all this up. Let’s get you somewhere comfortable.”

“No, Eddie, please I’ll do it.”

His reply of ‘No’ was curt and he gave you a stern look that told you that he was going to deal with this and you couldn’t help but feel better. He’s not like Billy. He’s not like Billy.

Eddie helped you stand up, both of you wincing as you went, and he guided you out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. Holding onto your waist, he supported you as you made sure not to put weight on where the cut was on the bottom of your foot, which certainly wasn’t easy.

After helping you settle on the bed, Eddie grabbed a shirt for you to wear as pyjamas and gave it to you. It was one of your favourite Metallica shirts he owned, it smelt of him and cigarettes – a killer combination.

“Get changed, okay baby. I’ll be back in a sec.”

You did as he said and changed out of your top, bra and jeans so you were left with just Eddie’s shirt and your panties on. As you were just shuffling up to rest against the headboard, Eddie came back into his room brandishing a smile, clean, damp paper towels, a bandage, the last remaining bit of anti-septic cream and a Hershey’s bar (your favourite). He’s not like Billy. He’s not like Billy, you reminded yourself and you could see that clearly. Billy would never have done this for you, he always just left you to cry yourself to sleep as he stormed out his house whenever you two had an argument. Eddie was different, Eddie was safe.

Your boyfriend perched on the end of his bed and pulled your foot into his lap, moving as tenderly as was humanly possible. He passed you the chocolate and inaudibly sighed in relief when you took it with a grin.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him with a shy smile, which he returned.

“Right, let’s clean you up properly.”

You nodded at him and opened up the chocolate, sitting against the headboard and taking a bite as Eddie started to gently wipe up the remaining bits of blood and old cream off your foot. His hands were being so careful that you would have barely noticed his movements if you weren’t watching him intently. His hands, fingertips calloused from years of playing the guitar, were so soft on you that you felt yourself growing sleepy. Eddie finished cleaning up and added some fresh anti-septic cream to your cut, which he now realised was deeper than what you had made it out to be and he set his intention on taking you to the hospital first thing in the morning to get it looked at properly. But not now, you’d been through too much. After finishing wrapping you foot up in a bandage, he placed a light kiss on your ankle and smiled up at you. Your heart melted.

“Thank you,” you murmured to him.

“You don’t need to thank me, y/n. I’m just so fucking sorry I acted that way and will do anything and everything I can to make it up to you. I promise you don’t need to worry about me ever acting that way again. I promise I’ll be better.”

You just nodded as you looked down at him and started to shift to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Eddie asked, placing a hand on your ankle to hold you in place.

“Uh, I need to clean up the mess in the kitchen?”

“No, babe I sorted that earlier don’t worry about it.”

“Oh… When?”

“Umm, I think right after I told you to fuck off, which I’m insanely sorry about by the way, I realised I was acting like a crazy person and cleaned everything up.”

“Oh. Okay. Thanks.” He’s not like Billy, he’s not like Billy.

“It’s quite literally the very least I could do.” Eddie stood up and started to get changed into his pyjamas. Well, you say pyjamas, it was more like just his boxers and nothing else, and eventually climbed into bed next to you.

You felt unbelievably tired after all the new emotions and resurfaced memories, and you were glad he was keen to get to bed too. He pulled you down and tucked you under his arm as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered “try to sleep now, Y/n. We’ll talk properly in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you whispered, eyes already drooping closed. You slept soundly mostly, with Eddies breath warming your neck where he had burrowed himself into you. But that night you dreamt of Billy for the first time in a long time.

A/N – part 2 is out!

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Loyalty Pt 2

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: this is a shorter chapter but trust me these are gonna get loooong in the future, death, violence

Notes: Na’vi spoken is in italics, but inner thoughts are also in italics. Tags: @perseny @mechformers @ragingloser

As you came to, your vision slightly blurry, you stared down the barrel of a rifle. You were only out for a few second after the collision to your head, but it was enough for your hostage and Z-dog to have you cornered on the ground, your knife kicked to the side out of your reach.

You tsked and pressed your fingers to your scalp. Blood dripped from the wound.

Bitch.

Your former hostage that you would learn his name was Prager yanked you to your feet by your arm and took hold of your braid with a vice grip, giving you the same treatment you had given him. Z-dog patted you down and took your rifle, throwing it to one of her buddies near where Miles stood, before roughly clipping your hands together with orange handcuffs.

Prager shoved you forward and towards the group, knocking you to your knees in front of the Colonel.

You looked over to Lo’ak and slanted your head at him, your eyes squeezed into daggers as a way of telling him I’ll kill you.

The young Na’vi pinched his shoulders inwards timidly as his way of saying oops before deflecting his eyes to the ground.

Lyle came forward and punched you in the mouth, causing you to bend forward onto your bound hands and spit up blood. He said something about how that was ‘for Prager’ but you couldn’t tell exactly what he said because your head was ringing from that nasty punch. You wiped your mouth with your knuckles before Prager seized your braid again and held you upright.

Taking a handful of your necklaces, Lyle snickered to the others, “She really did go full native, huh?” Then ripped the jewels harshly from your neck, popping the strings.

Your heart ached as you watched the beads fall and spread into the mud, but you couldn’t let them win.

With a bloody toothed smile, you laughed, “Heh, you were always such an asshole to the ladies, Lyle.”

He grinned, fangs showing, fancying his work, “Nice to see you again too, bitch.”

Eywa please kill this fucker.

Lo’ak hissed at the men handling you, cussing all different kinds of things in Na’vi they couldn’t understand, and half of you hoped they never would.

Your vision was still a little watery but you could make out the forms standing before you, even little Tuk who you prayed had somehow gotten away. But life was cruel even to the innocent.

The wound to your brow began to crust and harden from the humidity, blood drying along your face. The sting of your lip indicated that somewhere it had split form Lyle’s punch. Poking your tongue forward, the pain doubled and you felt now big the cut was.

That’s gonna leave a mark.

Then you had to face the one man you thought you’d never see again.

Not in the flesh, you peered over to the rusty AMP. That was assured. But somehow, Miles in a Na’vi body.

“(Y/N)?” he squatted down to meet your gaze, bent index finger holding your face up as his thumb swiped your chin slowly.

“You’re dead,” you breathed, exhausted from being hit in the face twice.

“Yes,” Miles looked over his shoulder and nodded, “he’s dead. But me? I’m built with his memories and the strength of your people. A pretty potent mix.”

It was hard to look away from such a sight. His arms rippled with strength and had the same eagle tattoo sprawled across his chiseled bicep. The Colonel’s ears flattened while he inspected your Na’vi features, trying to figure out if he should like or hate your knew look. When he stood up, he was taller than you with a walk that screamed dominance and poise. And his eyes… you were completely transfixed on him.

“You’re just a cheap copy and paste of the original,” you spat.

Miles chuckled.

Hand resting on his holstered pistol, he used his other free hand to finger an upward motioned at your direction. You pinched your lips and grunted when Prager lifted you to your feet and stepped you closer to the Colonel.

Your head was almost level to his… almost. He was still intimidating but you noticed the soft swell of his lips, and the broadness to his shoulders. You felt so small near him as he stepped closer, Prager holding you head up to keep your eyes from looking away. He leaned in and you felt suffocated, engulfed by his sent, his stare, his fangs when he opened his mouth to speak.

“We regrouped in hell, given a second chance,” he said. “With my skills and knowledge of Jake Sully, I’ll find him. Oh, I’ll find him…” he bobbed his head, lips pursing briefly,” …even if I have to cut it out of each and every one of you tree huggin’ bastards.”

With that, he turned to face his men and instructed them to keep the ‘valuable hostages’ bound and close. He then cuffed his fingers around his neck and communicated with his base for evac.

You were worried about Spider. Having to meet his ‘father’ in another body, a much deadlier body, must’ve been terrifying.

“He’s not your father, Spider,” you reassured Spider.

“I know,” he pressed his lips.

Soon, eclipse fell and the night began to glow, allowing a different kind of life to take over the forest. Nocturnal creatures screeched and chirped. A drop fell atop of your head and you cussed that this couldn’t get any worse, then rain fell from the heavens and you cussed some more.

After a while, you started to tire from being away from your pills for so long. You tried to hold your head up but being punched twice and not having your daily intake of drugs fogged your brain, causing another massive headache to occur. Miles circled the group, assault rifle in hand. As you took note of his lean waste and massive arms, in your haze, you wondered what it felt like to touch those biceps.

Prager tugged your head back when you slacked forward.

Then a sound woke you up.

It was an echo. Your ears peaked from the message. There was another quick ‘whoop’ in the distance.

Mother was coming for her cubs.

Looking around you saw the same reaction from Spider and Lo’ak. Kiri started mumbling her prayers and Tuk scanned her eyes around the best she could while being retrained.

One of the soldiers told Kiri to shut up, moving him just right into position.

An arrow shot through his skull and he fell to the ground hard. Prager looked around as everyone scrambled to retaliate. Tuk bit hard into her captor’s arm, while Spider and Lo’ak pulled the pins to some smoke grenades attached to the soldiers’ vests. You bounced upwards and hit Prager’s chin hard with the back of your head causing him to lose balance, giving you a chance to topple him with a roundhouse kick before running away with the kids.

Through the forest, pumped with adrenaline, you were fast, stopping momentarily to by a sharp rock to cut your handcuffs off.

Everything seemed too good to be true. You prayed to Eywa to keep up the luck.

But Eywa could be funny sometimes.

An explosion hit you from behind, causing the trunk you were running on to shake violently, making you fall onto your stomach, hands latching onto whatever to keep you from falling. You looked down and saw that Spider fall into the undergrowth below. You scrambled to your feet and regrouped your thoughts, while looking down helplessly to find the unconscious kid.

Kiri screamed but Neytiri grabbed her by the arm and pushed her forward. She did the same for you and yanked your hand to keep moving with her, but you were a stone.

She turned and looked at you, eyes wide questioning why you weren’t coming with. Were you mad?

“(Y/N), come! Come!” she yelled at you, voice squeaking, as she tugged your hand again.

“Be well, sister. I must save Spider. Go! Run!” you pleaded, letting go of her hand, and pushing her shoulder to get her moving.

This pained the Na’vi woman deeply because this was the exact thing her father did during the assault on Hometree. He told her to run, only for her to find him later with bark sticking through his abdomen. Reluctantly, Neytiri let you go, heartbreak etching her features as she slipped way with Kiri and disappeared into the forest, bush and leaves snapping and clicking from their haste.

You surrendered to the brief moment of realization that you’d never see them again, that you were going to die saving Spider. And you were ok with that. You wanted to die. It was better than being addicted and having your brain eat you alive with this pounding blood pressure racing through your temple.

Bouncing onto the forest floor, you raced to find Spider. His small body in the thicket looked like a Na’vi babe. He was so innocent.

Shaking him violently, he began to wake up causing your shoulders to slack. The kid was alright and you were happy. He sat up, and with your help, you placed him on his feet, but there was no time.

“Get up! Come! We need to get away from—” you were interrupted by the Na’vi soldiers surrounding the both of you, guns clacking and pointed directly at you.

You stood in front of Spider and, placing a hand behind you, braced him against your backside, ears slanted far back with teeth bared. You hissed at the Colonel’s men.

From the shadows of the woods, Miles approached you and Spider.

“Come with us, and you won’t get hurt,” he bargained with arms outstretch and hands empty.

“Leave us alone!” You yelled, your tail twitching in rage.

His arms fell, one hand finding his hip, as he sighed. “I’m afraid we can’t do that.”

Your hand flew to block your eyes when a sudden, blinding white light from above pierced the night. The violent winds from the airship flattened the plants around you, muting any sound perception as you and Spider were caught in the middle of the loud whirl from the ship’s rudders.

Even the Colonel was caught off guard from the impeccable timing.

Your head was already spinning from the withdrawals and this loud noise caused even more disorientation. Legs caved and you fell onto hands and knees, holding your head. Spider leaned down and tried to help. You held you head and balanced on your legs the best you could.

Miles didn’t know what was up with you, when five minutes ago you were all teeth and snarls, so he took this opportunity to run full speed and tackle you to the ground and snatch Spider.

You saw him coming but yielded to his blow, took weak to fight back.

When he hit, the force hammered your body into the cold mud, your head striking the ground.

Your mind shut off. A full blackout.

Miles hoisted Spider over his shoulder with him kicking and screaming. He attached his harness to the airships suspension cord while peering at you momentarily.

You looked so peaceful lying in the mud, your body sprawled out unconscious.

A tinge of guilt flooded the Colonel’s gut. Did he really hit you that hard?

Miles then screamed to Lyle to pick you up.

“C’mon baby, we goin’ for a ride,” the corporal chuckled as he slung you over his shoulder.

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Acula (2) - Daryl Dixon x Male Reader

Sophia’s end had hit Daryl hard.

Angry and filled with as much grief as the rest of you, he pulled himself away from the group. With Hershel’s sharp deadline looming over your head, you seeked him out, not wanting to end your acquaintance with the cold hunter.

This chapter was long overdue, and a very dialogue heavy one at that!!! An extended version will be posted soon on coralpot (AO3).

Warnings: Mentions of death, violence, brief mentions of homophobia

Tag: Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 1.36K

Embers filled the sky as a small fire crackled, not too far from the farm. The flames highlighted the pinched face of the man beside you, neither speaking. No words, no shuffling; you could barely hear Daryl breathe. Not even the smoke could compete with how the events of the past day weighed down the air in your little campsite, nor the trivial feelings of something so complicated.

“You can’t stay out here forever, you know,” you sighed, pointedly looking at Daryl.

He finally speaks, ever the man of few words, “Says who?”

“Logic.”

“You ain’t my mother.”

“Don’t forget which man dragged you out of that forest,” A twinkle of humor shone in your eyes, “Dixon.”

“Pfft.”

Your posture slumped into a tree, the awkward atmosphere finally calming to a soothing, familiar lull. Bark scratched up your shirt, moss leaving smudged, green marks with it. The rotten taste of burning corpses still lingered in your mouth, and you shook your head with an ironic giggle.

“You know, this is the most I’ve gotten out of you lately.”

“Wonder why.”

His gruff tone stomped out the laughter inside, “Isolating yourself isn’t gonna help.”

“Bein’ all friendly ain’t gonna bring her back neither!”

“I understand that, but you know that she wouldn’t want you doing this.”

Silence.

“C’mon, Daryl, talk about it.”

His outburst did not deter you, only making you more concerned as you reached out to gingerly touch his shoulder. Daryl flinched and hissed under his breath, seeming to debate pulling away. You rethought your action, realizing just how weird it must have come off as. A man, touching another man, in such an intimate environment? He looked like the type that wouldn’t take such a gesture well, more like an insult to their high-regarded masculinity. You yanked your hand back, wanting to hide, run away, do anything but face the man in front of you, only for it to be forcefully stopped.

Daryl had an expression that told you to shut your mouth, sliding your palm back on his shoulder. He felt warm, but stiff under your fingers. His face was turned away from you, and no matter how you twisted, Daryl’s features were stubbornly hidden from you. Eventually, in a boat of silence you built for yourself, you gave up. Tapping your foot, you rubbed small circles into his back, hoping to relax him enough for him to return the stare.

“Whenever you’re ready, man.” The softness of your voice surprised you.

He fidgeted with the folds of his pants, “Dunno.”

“Elaborate?”

“Don’t know where to start.”

“Do you want me to help or do you want time?”

“Kinda wanted you to give me somethin’ to work with.”

“That’s fine with me.”

…

“Say, earlier,” you exhaled, “were you helping out with the fires? I didn’t see you.”

“Nah, couldn’t.”

Your eyebrows raised, and his fidgeting worsened, “Couldn’t?”

“I couldn’t see that shit.”

“Why?”

“It made me sick;” he hesitated to elaborate, “I… failed her. Couldn’t make myself see that grave they were diggin’ for her.”

You nodded, not able to do anything more. Daryl must have felt the movement on his back stop, because he mustered up the courage to look up at you. Beyond the usual sharp hues, a certain semblance of vulnerability laid, shattering the blue. In this frozen position, you absentmindedly thought about the fact that you never had this good of a glimpse into his eyes before.

“Well, are you gonna say somethin’?”

The fire must be warming your cheeks, “Uh… yeah?”

Daryl shrugged your hand off, quickly closing off. A quick pang in your heart was shoved down as you finally got a hold of yourself, your mind racing as you tried to think of a better response.

“It wasn’t your fault, Dixon.”

That certainly hadn’t been what he expected, “It was.”

“How was it your fault?”

“Coulda’ searched more, harder.”

Your hand was allowed back on his shoulder, “If anything, out of anyone, you’re the last to blame here.”

Daryl didn’t respond, facing away from you again.

“Daryl, look at me, please.”

Like a pouting toddler, his shoulders lifted and he slowly slid his body 90 degrees in your general direction. After an unimpressed glare from you, he corrected himself and stared at your nose. It was good enough.

“You were out there searching for that little girl almost every single day, even though you didn’t know her all that much personally. The only time you took a break was when you were shot, for fuck’s sake!”

“Least I coulda’ done.”

“You did more than the men encouraging you that it was a lost cause.”

“If it ain’t my fault, than who’s is it?”

“Whatever the hell’s infecting people, that’s what.”

There was a certain heaviness in his voice, “Couldn’t’ve let her die, me and Carol both were sure of it. It still happened anyways.”

You were silent as you waited for him to continue, “Seein’ the grave, seein’ the smoke, smelling what she was damned to, it set in. What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

Suddenly, how you stank from the bodies was made obvious to you. Even some of the rotten smell had gotten on Daryl, and with his recent confession, that wasn’t the best thing. Your bag was carelessly slung over your lap, forgotten in favor of comfort. It’s possible that was making the stench worse, you were sure.

As you moved the bag, planning to throw it off to the side, you got a whiff of something that was most certainly not charred, diseased flesh. Quite good, actually. Earthy. The smell took you back to the moments after Andrea shot down Daryl, and he was delivered to recover in a tent. He had been knocked out cold, and despite how Hershel insisted that there was no need to worry, you still had the unsatiable urge to help. Unknown to old Hershel, you stole herbs from his tea cabinet, hoping to make a medicinal tea. Alas, with all the drama of the barn, Sophia, and Daryl’s stubborn nature, you never had the chance to give them to him.

“I have an idea,” you spoke, pulling out the variety stashed inside.

“Huh?”

Daryl flinched towards your hand as you took it away, laying out all the different plants on your thighs, “You said the smell made you feel worse, yeah? I know I stink of it, don’t lie, so I thought these would help.”

“You scavenged these? When?”

“Nah, I stole them from Hershel. Choose your pick; don’t tell.”

He scoffed, rubbing his hands to warm them before hovering over the herbs, thinking hard about the choice. Soon enough, he selected a few stalks of rosemary, holding them gently in his palms. Your choice followed, immediately gravitating towards the lavender, and you set the rest away.

“You know what to do?”

The only response you received was a quick nod of his head, and he rubbed the stalks in between his hands harshly before rubbing them over any part of his body he could reach. Chuckling, you did the same, making sure to pay extra attention to key spots, such as anywhere you touched the corpses with. You would need to wash your clothes with Maggie come morning.

Afterwards, you both threw the mangled herbs into the deep forest, and Daryl stared after them. From this angle, you could see the burgundy scab ripping across his temple. Whether it was the sight or the late night temperature, a chill ran down your spine, and it was then that you realized just how much time you lost with him.

“What do you say about heading back to camp? It’s late.”

Daryl looked like he wanted to protest, but thought the better of it, “Fine.”

You got up from your seat, brushing dirt and grass off of your aching ass. The other man had a large stain on the back of his pants from the contents he sat on, but you supposed it wouldn’t be too evil to let him discover that on his own. Slinging your bag over your back, you reached out to him, even as he stomped out the fire.

“Ready?”

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