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vrisrezis · 10 months

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Atsv characters taking care of s/o in pain

Fun fact I deal with physical pain a lot bcuz my health is shit. I have been in so much pain I couldn’t even sleep for the last 2 days. Was especially bad today so here’s smth kinda self indulgent.

(Hc portion)

Gwen is insistent on having miguel or jessica check you out to see if they could possibly ease your pain. Miguel is from the future technically, there has to be something. She hates the idea of you being in so much pain you can’t even lie down comfortably, you can’t sit still, you can’t sleep, or even worse if you start crying? She feels awful. She has heating packs to help you ease your pain if it helps, and she keeps you on a strict schedule with taking medication so that your pain is as limited as possible. She does everything she can for you, especially given the lack of knowledge she has on this typa thing.

(Small fic portion)

“I hate seeing you like this” she sighs, kissing you on the forehead, pressing the big heating pack to your stomach. There is instant relief, even if that relief is short lived and your once again reminded of your pain, she still feels you relax. Even if only slightly. “I’m sorry I can’t do more for you.” she frowns, feeling guilt.

“Nonsense” you say, giving her a weak smile, putting a hand on her cheek. She puts her hand on yours, holding it in place on her cheek. “You being here is enough for me. You did everything you could. This is just… how it is, yknow?”

She sighs, taking your hand off her cheek so she can kiss your knuckles. “But it shouldn’t be. You shouldn’t have to deal with this. I wish I could just take this pain away from you.” she presses her forehead against yours, and for a moment, even if it was brief, you feel peace.

(Hc portion)

Miles is so unsure how he can help you but damn if he isn’t determined as fuck to help ease your pain even if only slightly. He is extremely sympathetic towards you. He genuinely cannot imagine how it must be to constantly go through pain to the point you can’t even get proper rest. He will try to get you to relax your muscles, which can be difficult granted the pain you’re in, but he knows if he’s able to succeed with that you can at least get some sleep. Back massages or even massaging the places that hurt, he’s all on it. Always has medicine with him, might even ask his mom to watch over you for him while he’s gone doing Spiderman stuff, even if just to check on you.

(Short fic portion)

“You didn’t have to do this miles,” you say, chugging down your third dose of ibuprofen today. “Thank you though.” you say, before lying back down.

“Of course I had to do this for you babe!” he says with a roll of his eyes, annoyed you’d even suggest he didn’t have to help you out. “If I can’t be here for you in your time of need, what’s the point in being your boyfriend, your best friend for that matter.” he continues to speak as he lies down next to you. “Roll over.” he commands, which you aren’t quite used to him doing. He’s been acting rather motherly towards you lately, but you can’t exactly blame him with the state you’ve been in.

You follow his orders and do so, and he begins to message your back, and you audibly sigh without meaning to. He laughs as a result, making you laugh too. “Shut up.” you roll your eyes, and he can’t help but laugh even more. “Hey I’m glad you’re just finally relaxing.” he says before kissing the back of your neck.

Somehow you’re boyfriend always knows how to make your agonizing pain a bit more bearable.

(Hc portion)

My man hobie somehow manages to get his hands on morphine. You will not be dealing with this pain on his watch, he will find a way. High key hates the fact you’re going through this and does everything he can to ease it or prevent it. Might talk to you about random shit, about his day or about other people or crazy shit that happened, anything as a means to distract you. Though this can prove to be difficult, hobie has a relaxing voice and he’s able to soothe you no matter how bad your pain is. Might sing ya to sleep with his lovely voice.

(Small fic portion)

Your quiet as you listen to hobie hum. While his music tastes consisted of punk (obviously) he was a bit of a metal head as well, and it’s not that you didn’t like that genre of music but it was far from relaxing. So you had calmly asked hobie if he could please sing something that wasn’t so intense.

Soft shit was not his thing but if it eased your pain, who is he to complain?

He had his arms around you, your head on his chest and you felt it rumble as he quietly sang to you.

“Cariño, eres un amor”

“Something about you babe.”

“Something about you babe”

he finally finishes, and you smile for the first time today.

“Thank you, hobie.” you whisper, and he kisses the crown of your head. “Anytime hun”

(Hc portion)

Pavitr feels terrible omg bless this boy he does everything he can. Buys you a lot of fattening foods as tribute. He knows he shouldn’t make it a habit especially if you’re pain is like constant and happens a lot but he cannot help himself. His baby should not be in pain! Sometimes kisses the spots your in pain and likes to rub the spots in an attempt to soothe you and your pain. Buys a lot of medicine and pain relief creams. May try to distract you with watching movies and stuff, but also will straight up ask you if there’s any other way he can help you. Definitely makes you peppermint tea to help ease your pain.

(Small fic portion)

You drink the last of your tea, placing the empty cup on your end table and lay all the way back next to your boyfriend. He offers to put the cup in your sink and clean it, but you shake your head. “It’s fine I can do it tomorrow.” you say, before resting your cheek on his shoulder, “besides I want you here with me.” you admit, and he smiles at your little confession before wrapping is arms around you in an embrace. “Aww babe!” he says, before smooching you on the cheek with an annoyingly loud, “mwah!”

you laugh as he attempts to kiss you more all over your face, putting your hand on his face and pushing him in an attempt to get him to stop smothering you. “Baby cut it out!” you laugh, “why? I just wanna love youuuu!” he whines, and you giggle, “because I’m trying to watch the movie!”

Your boyfriend sighs before conceding. “Fine.” he says, and you finally turn back to watch the movie.

“Just kidding!” he says quickly, attacking your neck with little kisses this time, making you laugh even harder than before. “Oh babe Cmon!”

He’s just glad he succeeded in distracting you from your pain, for a little while.

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kuroosdarling · 1 year

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‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ FEATURING ꒱ : virgin!kenma (&kuroo)

‎♡‧₊˚ ꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI !! threesome (?), cuckholding, kenma bein a lil fucked out, kuroo on a power trip hehe yknow the vibes

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everything was so wet, so warm — so tight. he doesn’t think he’s ever felt something as good as this, no. he knows he’s never felt something as good as this.

hot pleasure swarms around in his head and the only thing he can feel is your cunt squeezing around his cock as if it was desperately begging for his cum already. but he tried his hardest to restrain from filling you up too soon.

“that’s it, you feel that kenma? feel how good her little pussy is?” kuroo coos from behind you. kenma’s eye flutter open just so he can glare at the older man who also happens to be your boyfriend.

but he just ends up ignoring him. so instead, he looks up at you, perched up on his cock like a goddess. your fingernails dig into his chest and he lets out a soft groan. between you and kuroo, he didn’t know who was more dastardly. all he knew was he was thankful for kuroo suggesting he lost his virginity to you.

all kenma could do was hold onto your hips as you slowly start to rock against him. his grip was so tight, he almost felt bad. but judging by the way you started to move faster, he figured you didn’t really mind it.

“that’s it, nice and slow.” kuroo purred, circling around the two of you like a hawk about to strike. his eyes were glued to where you and kenma were currently connected, absolutely mesmerized by the way your drooling cunt was swallowing up kenma’s cock. “doesn’t she feel heavenly, kenma?”

kenma’s attention briefly cut over to kuroo, watching him as his hazel eyes were set on you, filled with so much adoration it only pushed kenma closer to the edge that he didn’t want to reach yet.

but that had nothing on the way you looked right now. an absolute vision as you started to play with your breasts, teasing your nipples between your fingers as you mewled out his name. he doesn’t think he’s ever heard a prettier sound than his name tumbling from your lips.

“ken-“ you gasp out when he finds your clit. or rather, when kuroo takes his hand and guides him to your neglected nub. kuroo whispers in his ear, telling him to start moving his fingers around in a small circle over the bundle of nerves. reluctantly, kenma listened and was instantly rewarded with your pretty moans getting louder.

“keep rubbing her there and she’ll be putty in your hands.” kuroo teases, reaching out to stroke your arm, watching how your tits bounce with each roll of your hips. “she’s even more insatiable after she cums, so if you need me to take over, i can manage.”

“like hell you will.” kenma hisses out, possessively clawing his fingers into your hips. the thought of kuroo fucking you right after kenma fills you with his cum sent him into a frenzy. there was a part of him that didn’t even want kuroo to look at you right now, wanting this memorable moment entirely to himself. but he’d be lying if he said the whole situation wasn’t hot — that fucking his best friends girlfriend in front of him wasn’t exactly what he had been dreaming of for weeks, if not months.

but kenma can’t string together another thought, completely lost in the way your velvety walls tighten around him, almost sweetly coaxing him for his release. and he wanted to give in — so, so badly. but kuroo hadn’t let him cum yet even though he could feel the overwhelming sensation shooting down his spine, ready to fill you up with everything he had in him.

“come on, kenma, talk to me.” kuroo mockingly whines out the words as he takes his place behind you. he watches how you’re seated up on kenmas cock, slowly rocking your hips — much too slow for his liking but he doesn’t do anything to fix it. yet. kuroo kisses underneath your ear, looking down at kenma who can’t help but make eye contact again.

“shut up kuro.” he spits out, bringing his lithe fingers to your sensitive nipples— just like how you showed him earlier. you moan at the contact, tossing your head back onto kuroo’s shoulder. kuroo laughs; a vicious sound. its harsh tone tickles your ear and crawls down your spine as your hips stutter.

“i think she likes hearing your voice.” kuroo purrs, kissing down your neck before gripping your hips, just below where kenma’s hands previously were. he starts moving you a bit faster, causing you and the man under you to moan in sync. “aw, you guys are just so cute.”

“tetsu-“ you gasp out, splaying your hands back onto kenma’s chest as kuroo sets the pace for you guys. you couldn’t help but to fall right into your boyfriend's hands, but kenma had other plans.

taken over by a deep need to fuck you harder or maybe just driven by the irritation that he got merely from kuroo being kuroo; kenma starts ruthlessly thrusting upward into you, tossing his head back to loudly moan your name out into the room.

all you could do was keep your head locked onto kuroo’s shoulder, letting kenma set the pace and soaking in all the sweet sounds he let out. kuroo tried to combat it, whispering sweet praises in your ear and wrapping his arms around your waist as his best friend continued to drive into your cunt.

deep down, kenma knew that kuroo had to give the okay for both of you to cum, but it was quickly hurtling towards the end. by the pitch of your cries, kuroo knew it too. and he was eager to have his turn with you.

“you're making him feel so good baby, i can tell.” he nudged his head against yours, making sure he had a clear view of kenma, smirking down at the younger man. “go ahead and fill her up kenma, i know you’ve been desperate to.”

but once kuroo gave the okay, something else overcame kenma when he realized he wouldn’t be satisfied until you came first, trying to milk his cock for everything he’s worth.

maybe he wanted to see how insatiable you really got, or maybe he just wanted to piss kuroo off while he had another round with you. either way, he was just getting started and he didn’t care how much he wanted to cum; he knew he needed to have you begging him for more first.

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2-dsimp · 26 days

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if it’s no trouble could we get another part to DILF/ nanny reader? Maybe like a willing reader? Bc I know of a hot dad wanted to date me who am I to say no? Lol great work!!!!

Cw: fem reader! jealousy, possessive/obsessive tendencies, Quio and Miki butting heads, the plot thickens

Synopsis no.2: 【featuring you being caught in the middle between your coworker and employer literally and figuratively. Miki obviously hates your employer and makes it well known meanwhile Quio does the same vice versa. The Dilf tried his best to put his and Peina’s plan of seducing you into action. But he’s constantly getting interrupted. And He’s honestly so close to snapping at this point.】

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“I wish you’d stop by here more often after all you’re already part of the family."

The Dilf sighs melodramatically, electing a small giggle from your lips. Seeing how he acted so distraught due to your absence. While he led you and your coworker to the living room, gesturing for you to take a seat on the couch.

“Oh that’s kind of you to say Mr. Evinis but I can’t possibly impose on you guys. Plus I’ve still gotta work my boring office job”

You replied with a mirthful tone at his sweet comment truly feeling as if you’ve made a second home within your employers household. You’ve already grown accustomed to his friendly work staff and of course his darling daughter who was l always clinging onto you like a baby kitten. And the fact that her father was so chivalrous and kind didn’t help your own little crush from forming on the single dad.

“Oh perish the thought sugarling~ we’re lucky enough to even be blessed by your radiant grace. In this boring household.”

Quio reassures with a charming smile, as he makes sure to fluff up some fancy decor pillows for his lovely lady. After placing the plush pillows down where you’d sit, He then put a hand on your shoulder giving a comforting squeeze.

“In fact me and the little squirt have always gotten excited at seeing you pull up and we’d be more than happy to keep you hostage here if possible”

The Dilf admits in a cheesy manner, which made you feel at ease. From how sweet his insistence at you dropping by often to hang out was. Being none the wiser to how he was being 100% serious. About the part where him and his daughter briefly molled over the idea of keeping their lovely nanny hostage at their mansion. Since they honestly couldn’t get enough of how addicting your sunshine liken presence.

Lit up every dark lonesome corner of the estate and they’d be damned if they every let you get a chance to escape from their sights. brandishes a pearly grin at the thought of being able to cater personally to his future missus.

“Also if your boring office job is what’s holding you back from spending quality time with us then I can think of a couple solutions to—“

“Um, let me stop you right there man. Whatever you’re pitching would be nice and all but I need my work wife.”

Once again you missed the small micro transgression within the Dilf’s facial features as his eye twitched at the irksome interruption done by that worthless dickbag.

“Aha work wife? With someone like you? I see you’re the type to joke around huh?”

He replied in an tone of condescension giving Miki a mean spirited smile. And an idle glance over full of scorn at the self assured confidence in this boy, who was proclaiming that his darling was his work wife.

“Well I am quite the jokester—wait what the hell do you mean by someone like me??”

You nearly busted out laughing at how Miki got a miffed expression on his face from the subtle dig done by the famous actor. You didn’t necessarily claim to be Miki’s work wife as nice as his company was. He was an utter shitty coworker to have when you’re trying to get shit done. Whenever you two were paired it’d be him cracking jokes while you were working like an effective machine.

“Well If anything they’re my work wife, no my wife, since yknow she’s looking after my kid like the little darling angel she is”

Quio nearly purred with a sharp edge to his voice as he blatantly rubbed it in Miki’s face the sheer difference. Between the two of them and how he was ultimately more important in your standings.

“Anit that right sweetness?”

The single dad hummed with a sickening sweet expression that resembled a hopeful doe eyed buck. His shouldering eyes never failed to make your heart do kick flips from how they always seemed to focus on purely you. Almost as if you were his world, his missing half. You got extremely flustered that you could barely even respond to his words. Until Miki let out a sneer and fixed his apparent love rival a shrewd scowl.

“Oh please as if! She’s your Nanny, not your substitute wife. Plus I already called dibs on her first, my guy.”

The sight of that damned flea mansplaining on the couch with the slinging over his arm right behind your head. Made Quio imagine ripping that same offending arm from our his socket and bitch slapping him with it.

“Dibs? Are you insinuating that she’s an object to be possessed by the likes of a peasant like you?”

He taunts snarkily, dropping his nice guy facade as makes his way to sit right in between you and Miki. Squeezing his bulky frame in the middle of the couch he gracefully crosses his legs as he swats off the offending arm behind your head and replaces it with his own.

“Tch! Now you know that’s not what I meant. It’s always you actors spinning fabricated lies. And the fuck did you just—“

“Miki don’t you think that it’s time for you to go soon? You’re gonna be late for work”

You interjected seeing how things were getting out of hand between the two offending men. Quio merely gave a smug smile as he saw Miki begrudgingly get up with an scowl on his face. You were right he had to go soon since he couldn’t be late for his promotion into higher management. He didn’t tell you that yet because he wanted to surprise you on the day you both worked the same shift.

“Ah fuck your right, thanks for the reminder what would I do without my precious work wife?”

Miki emphasized loudly, Shooting a glare towards the A-listed actor as he then gave you an abrupt hug goodbye whilst still glowering at the Dilf. The two seemed to be exchanging a clash of mixed silent threats behind your back.

Quio “gently” nudged Miki away from his darling with a hard shove with the pointy tip of his shoe upon his midriff. Making your coworker stumble back with a sharp exhaled grunt escaping his lips. Good, he hoped that fucker gets sore down there. The single dad was always about getting his get back by being petty whenever someone blatantly tried to piss him off.

“Alright that’s enough Casanova wouldn’t wanna keep your bosses waiting yeah?”

The Dilf chirped in a sweet noncommittal manner as he briefly pulled you into a side hug. As if to cleanse you from the poor touch Miki had given you. Miki had to bite back his tongue since he really couldn’t afford to waste time with the man’s shenanigans. And rolled his eyes he could only afford to shoot you a word of warning with concern shining in his eyes before he made his way outside of the million dollar manor.

“Be careful… You know how actors are, always so full of shit. Call me when you’re done I’ll come to pick you up okay?”

“Yeah yeah, don’t let the door hit cha on ya on the way out Miki”

Quio sassed as he couldn’t wait to have that cocky fucker out of sight and out of mind. There were so many times where the actor came close to acting out. One of his many aspiring roles which consisted of him being a deranged serial killer. It would’ve gave him peace of mind to choke out that lanky shithead and watch the life leave his eyes.

But he had better things to do at the moment rather than drone in about how he’d murder Miki in cold blood. Like wooing you over for instance which was unfortunately put on pause due to a pest intent on getting in the way between you and him. So he feels a sense of relief wash over him as Miki leaves, knowing that he can finally have you all to himself.

“It seems like you two get along well enough already”

You caught the Dilf off guard with your off handed comment as he gave you a raised brow and an apprehensive smile. He shook his head slightly and gave a dark chuckle at how naive you were to perceive their little spat to be that of a friendly origin. When they clearly wanted to go at each others necks.

“It would seem so… But hey I was wondering if you’d be interested in—“

His phone decided to go off in the most headache inducing way. He could hear the annoying ringtone which indicated that his manager was calling and he bit back a snarl from being interrupted once again. Collecting himself he excused himself from the couch not being fore taking your hand in his and giving it a small chaste kiss as he gave you an apologetic gaze.

“Sorry about this sugarling I’ve gotta take this call I’ll be right back”

With his servants taking leave at his behest today was the day he planned on tying the metaphorical knot with the cute Nanny that stole both his and his little girl’s heart. So his manager had better got a pretty damn good reason for bugging him on his day of vacation leave. Or else they’ll get added to the hitlist alongside that damned coworker of yours.

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I’m thinking of making this into a mini series, let me know if I should continue!o(≧v≦)o

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cultofdixon · 11 months

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A moment alone with you

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • A moment. Just a moment alone with his girl is all he wants. But everybody—-especially the kids, have much more pressing things in that moment of peace • SFW/NSFW - Nudity / Grinding / Fondling / Hickeys • TW: Scars • Bit of re-written canon

Requested by: Anon

“You excited for Y/N to come home?” Michonne smiles asking Daryl who hasn’t left his spot by the main gates to Alexandria for his other half to return from the medicine run with Siddiq.

“Is it obvious?” Daryl chuckles lightly leaning against the wall. “Yea need somethin’?”

“Actually, I do”

The hours passed as the two finally returned home and Siddiq brought the car right in front of the infirmary so it would be easy load off.

“I need a shower”

“Same, but I gotta do inventory on the new stuff before I can unwind”

“I can help yknow—-“

“Yeah yeah but we’ve been gone for a month. I think a certain archer would like to see his partner” Siddiq smiles noticing her bashful smile to his words. “You can help tomorrow with putting everything away, I can handle counting and putting the numbers down”

“Okay Siddiq, I’ll take that” Y/N smiles exiting the car and grabbing her bag from the trunk, waving him off on her way to her home.

As Y/N enters the home she was quiet and half excepted to be greeted by Daryl. But the next best thing, Dog came trotting over demanding pets that she happily provided soon noticing the sleeping archer on the couch with both Grimes kids laying and sleeping comfortably on his chest.

“Guess he was on uncle duty tonight” Y/N whispers to Dog as she kisses the top of his head.

Quietly, she took her shoes off leaving them by the door before tip toeing over to the three grabbing a blanket out of the basket on the way over. Y/N gently drapes the blanket over the three watching the kids stir slightly. She made sure they were still secure on Daryl and sound asleep. After admiring the sight a bit she leaned over to Daryl, kissing his cheek before leaving to go upstairs and take a much needed shower.

It felt like an hour has passed while showering because of how amazing it felt after being gone a while. But she was in there long enough to not notice when the door opened.

Y/N suddenly flinched when the curtain flung open revealing Daryl. “You’re subtle aren’t you?”

“Yea didn’t wake me”

“You had two sleeping angels on you. Of course I wasn’t gonna wake you…and speaking of angels. Where the fuck did you put them?”

“In the guest bedroom sleepin’.” Daryl’s eyes trailed her naked form taking note of the bruises and small cuts that happen out of random at this point of the apocalypse. “I missed yea”

“If you missed me so much…why don’t you join me instead of letting the water out” Y/N smiles watching the excitement in his eyes as he was about to undress when both heard sobbing.

“Uncle Daryl…”

“It’s Jude.” Y/N smacks his chest getting him a bit wet. “Go make sure she’s okay and stay with her”

“Mm…We ain’t done” Daryl states before going to check on the young Grimes as Y/N moved the curtain back to cover her.

Once she was finished, Y/N went to check on the kids noticing Daryl laying in the bed with them. He can never say no to either of them and she couldn’t help the smile on her face when she approaches them quietly. The archer turns his head toward his woman watching her smile even more to the display as she kisses him goodnight before fixing the blanket over them then going to bed herself.

A couple hours passed and Y/N felt a shift in the bed stirring her awake as she moved onto her back watching Daryl tower over her.

“How’d you manage to slip out?”

“Dog disturbed them both. Making them get off me”

“Hm. Man’s best friend really has your back” She laughs quietly as Daryl didn’t wait another moment to bring his lips firmly against hers.

His partner instantly wrapped her arms around his neck feeling him shift above her bringing his knee in between her legs. While his hand finds itself under her shirt not waiting another second to grope her breast enjoying the satisfied moan that he swallowed as he continued to make out with her. He pulls away from her lips about to ask if it was okay to go further but both’s thoughts were interrupted by knocking.

“Can’t get even a second…” Daryl sighs lifting himself off of Y/N as she reaches to turn the lamp on while he went to answer the door.

Both Judith and RJ, who was more sleepy than his sister, were at the door about to ask Daryl if they could sleep in the bed with him after having a hard time. The other times were nightmares. She then noticed Y/N sit up in the bed fixing her shirt as she was about to ask her when RJ yawns out.

“Can we sleep with Auntie Y/N?” He frowns up at Daryl as Y/N pats the bed when he asked watching both of them instantly run over getting help onto the bed.

“If they get cuddles from yea, so do I” Daryl scoffs playfully as he brings himself back to the bed turning the lamp off before climbing in once Y/N scooted more into the center of the bed letting the kids child all over her. While Daryl brought himself close enough for her to close the small space by moving into him.

“All my babies missed me” Y/N teases a little as she let the kids get comfortable before nudging Daryl to get the blanket over them.

“I’ve missed you more” Daryl whispers only to be smacked in the face by RJ indicating that he missed her more.

The next morning Daryl woke alone and when he got up to get dressed in his usual attire. He noticed his vest was missing but it didn’t take long to know who took them. He went downstairs to check if anyone was still home but was met with no one except Dog who accidentally got left inside. So he obviously wasn’t waiting for Daryl except to be let out.

Dog instantly ran toward the kids once Daryl let him out. He made his way toward the infirmary know he could find Y/N there and hopefully alone.

The archer always manages to sneak up on people and he entered the infirmary without being noticed. Her back was facing him and Daryl took notice of the familiar wings resting on her person.

“You left early” She couldn’t help the smile to emerge on her lips when she felt her other half bring himself directly behind her. He kept his voice low even if the way she pressed up against him confirmed it was only them.

“Had to get the kids back to Michonne.” Y/N smiles setting the last crate of medical supplies they found on the table, feeling his hands find purchase on her hips. “They won’t bother us tonight”

“I don’t think I can wait til tonight” Daryl sighs against her neck as his hot breath caused shivers to crawl down her spine. He slowly brushes her hair out of the way of her neck so that he could place a kiss there, moving from the back of her neck to her shoulder while his other hand moved to her front bringing her more firmly against his person.

She wasn’t objecting, she would argue that she wanted him more given the time apart from one another. Searching for Rick and doing infirmary runs tend to fall on opposite times from when either of them were back home. But recently Daryl has been coming home more often, not because he’s been hitting dead ends…but because a big part of him wanted to remind everyone…who his girl was and that she was only his.

While the archer started to get to work on leaving his mark on her exposed neck, he brought his hand that brought her closer into him…from her stomach to the waist band of her jeans slipping his calloused fingers into her pants and her panties.

But before he even got to her sweet center, Siddiq bursts through making Daryl quickly pull his hand out but still keep close to Y/N as her annoyance started to show.

“Y/N I—-“

“Siddiq. Unless someone is bleeding to death. I don’t want to hear it”

“Uh…Well can it be something around that level?” Siddiq questions as he was completely obvious and or ignoring what the two could be possibly doing for his own concerns.

With a bit of anger brewing in her over the zero time with her partner, Y/N pulled herself away from Daryl seeing the concern look on Siddiq’s face making her calm herself a bit. She pats Daryl’s on the chest giving him an apologetic look telling him he should go so that she could take care of this.

“I’ll be home, whenever you’re done here”

“Give me half an hour…” Y/N pouts to Daryl who couldn’t help himself by kissing the pout off her face before leaving her to attend to Siddiq.

Finally after taking care of a pregnancy scare for Siddiq and his secret lover who Y/N knew was Rosita. She quickly made her way home finding Dog whining at the door to be let in and only knew that Daryl locked him out in hopes he wouldn’t interrupt them in any way. The worse he’d do is bark if he thinks he’s alone for too long.

“You better not block me and my man, Dog. His attention is mine today” Y/N playfully threats as she lets him in watching him immediately go to the couch to lay down. Guess he didn’t want to be in the grass soaking up sun.

Y/N didn’t make it very far when heading upstairs as Daryl heard the front door open knowing it was her, or at least assumed. He met her at the top of the stairs quickly taking her into his arms and pressing his lips firmly against hers. The two ended up against one of the walls completely ignoring the possibility of going straight for the bedroom. They needed the other desperately.

“I—-Need to breathe” Y/N gasps pulling away as he planted his lips to her neck while working on the shirt she was wearing once he got his vest smoothly off her. “Fuck—-Dar, please” She begs, as Daryl knew she wanted more while he finally got the last button on her flannel undone to take it off. Groaning slightly to himself at the tank top that was next.

“Too many layers—“ Daryl groans against her neck pulling away enough to grip the neckline of her tank top.

“No Daryl. Don’t you—-“ then the sound of ripping was made clear as Y/N stopped every movement from her to take in the fact that Daryl was impatient to yknow…bring it over her head. “You owe me a new one”

“Mm. Or next time yea could wear nothin’” Daryl scoffs in a playful manner suddenly lifting her off the ground pinning her more against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his torso as he held her hips in a bruising grip.

The archer mainly pushed her up so he would be eye level—-or more so mouth level with her breasts. Pressing kisses along her sternum and getting a bit into it with sucking hickeys along the strip making her face flush biting down on the inside of her cheek to contain the excited moans that’d escape her.

Oh but he was going to get those out of her, once he latched his mouth onto her left breast. He felt the strain in his pants when she didn’t hold back on her moans as he tugged gently on her sensitive bud in between his teeth.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Dixon” Y/N hissed as Daryl pulled his mouth away from her breast setting her down about to work on getting her jeans and panties off next when both froze to a knock on the main door. “For fucks sake—-“

“Nah. I’m done with this bullshit” Daryl groans pulling away from Y/N as he stormed down the stairs quickly approaching the door.

Aaron flinched on the other end when the door swung up showing an angered annoyed Daryl.

“Hey I was—-“

“Is someone dying?”

“No?”

“Did walkers break in?”

“No…”

“Did RJ get his head stuck in the doggy door of Michonne’s place again?”

“Nope”

“Then what’s so fuckin’ important that I can’t have sex with my goddamn girl after not seeing her for a month?”

Wow he’s brutally honest Aaron couldn’t help the embarrassed blush to immediately reach his face when hearing such as he turned around and started to walk away. “I’ll come back…uh…in a few days”

“THANKS” Daryl yells before shutting the door and heading back upstairs not finding Y/N where he left her. But his vest was gone once again…

And her jeans and panties were in the pile of her clothes that he pulled/ripped off of her.

“Hey…”

Daryl quickly looks up from the pile straightening himself noticing his girl standing in the doorway in nothing but his vest.

“You joining me or not, D?” Y/N smirks taking a few steps back into the bedroom watching Daryl bringing himself closer.

“Oh I’m comin’, sunshine”

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kiatheinsomniac · 1 year

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Kia darlinnngggg 🥰 so ik you've been simping over tomoe lately soooo I have a request ~ how about smth to do with heat? Perhaps the reader is a yokai as well, having gotten herself turned into one to be with him, not necessarily a fox yokai ( ahem I'm giving you free reign, rabbit and deer are optional bc ik you love those dynamics ) but it's her first heat with him? She's feeling all hot and bothered and doesn't know what to do and Tomoe is both trying to guide her while also trying not to lose it because he's in heat too? But yknow, he fails at the latter hehe

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𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I actually had the theme song for this stuck in my head all around Ikea today lol. My first time writing for Tomoe so you bet I made our fox man feral, horny and mean <3

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Tomoe x yokai bunny! Reader

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: NSFW, MDNI, smut, heat cycles, breeding, 'bunny' pet name, creampie, marathon sex

He had told himself that the two of you wouldn’t end up like this and yet here you were: pinned beneath his weight with your belly flush to the sheets, your head pushed down with a clawed hand on your nape and your hips angled upwards, Tomoe’s aching cock pounding into your little cunt over and over again without mercy. When you took on the features of a bunny after becoming a yokai to always be with him, Tomoe had expected that you would end up experiencing a heat similar to his own. Your white-haired lover had warned you of what would happen, had prepared all sorts of herbal remedies meant to help suppress your urges and yet none of it had been enough to make you resist pushing your hand down your pants to try and sate the need between your thighs, moaning unabashedly and unintentionally provoking your partner who had been doing a much better job at hiding his own heat until he heard you moaning his name so sweetly and desperately.

You had been on your hands and knees earlier but they had since buckled beneath you as you let out little sobs that were a strange mix of overstimulation and relief. Your arousal had already been leaking down your thighs by the time Tomoe found you, teary-eyed and begging him to bury his cock inside of you, feeling so empty without him that it hurt. It had spent the last shred of his restraint and he had been quick to pin you down. Your clothes hadn’t even been discarded initially but now they were tossed all over the room between switching positions and your face burned at the sound of Tomoe repeatedly pounding into you, set on releasing his cum inside of you time and time again, even if it was already leaking out of you and making a mess of the sheets.

“You just don’t listen do you?” His tone was almost a growl in your ear as his nails bit into the skin over your hips, holding them firmly in place so that you had no escape from him. “I gave you everything I could so that we didn’t have to end up like this and yet you thought you knew what was best.” You let out another sob at three particularly harsh thrusts in a row and yet your cunt tightened around him, “So, bunny, you can keep on crying and take it seeing as you were so sure that this was what you needed.” He pushed more of his weight down on you, leaving you with absolutely nowhere to go and making you take the full force of each thrust.

The way that the mixture of your cum had him slipping in and out of you with such ease was paired with the obscene sounds of your walls stretching around him and the smack of his skin against yours. You noticed how his moans had become much more vocal, more than aware by now that this meant he was close to an orgasm. You felt him bury his face in the crook of your neck and you were almost certain that he would bruise your poor pussy at this point, “You’re going to take it all…” His voice husked by your ear, “Such a good bunny, you’re going to take it all for me. Help me through my heat, I help you through yours.” His arms wrapped around your body as you were tightly sandwiched between him and the bed, feeling his hips stutter and then slow before stopping entirely, feeling the throb of his cock more so than the spill of his hot cum inside of you considering how stuffed full you already were.

“Let’s… rest a while, my love.” He panted out, a hand reaching up to tenderly and lazily play with your hair and stroke your ears which had flopped down over your head in utter exhaustion, “It’s been hours…” You could only let out a hum of agreement.

You felt drenched between your thighs, your skin sticky with sweat, stiflingly hot with Tomoe’s damp skin pressing down on you. Your hair was in tangles and his own white tresses fell over your face, making you shake your head a bit to move it away from where it had been tickling your nose and tormenting your lashes.

What a mess the two of you had got yourselves in.

“And you said this would last a week?” You let out a little yelp when you felt his cock push into you once more. You had seen the recovery speed that his heat gave him and yet you had not expected him to continue after suggesting a break, “Wait! Tomoe, you said-”

“I know what I said and I take it back, I’m not done with you yet, my bunny~”

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yakulin · 7 months

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THE DRABBLE OF DENJI THINKING READERS A GUY WOULD SO HAPPEN UR A GENIUSSS 😭 need a continuation at some point ahvahhsndb

i hope schools been ok for u!

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A/N: TYSM OMG! Schools been great so far! Thank you asking. Also I wanted it to be known that this is happening after you get a new set of clothes alright, you aren’t sitting down in a restaurant with devil bloody filled clothes! As well I’m up for more suggestions for writing, I promise I’ll be quicker from now on!

Mocking laughter arose from the side of the restaurant, and the employee sighed as he prepared himself to serve the noisy table their 10th round of beers.

“Stop laughing; it isn’t that funny." Denji insisted as he drank his tea, slightly slouched down more than usual. “Hahaha! Yes, it is! I can’t believe it took you so long to realize she wasn’t a man!" Power said this with her usual obnoxious laugh. Denji straightened his posture as he quickly pointed at her. “Don’t start spouting bullshit! You didn’t know either!” He protested with an irritated look on his face. “Nuh uh! I did know!” Power denied, making Denji more riled up. “The fuck do you mean, nuh uh?” Denji said back. Soon the argument had to be stopped by a half-sober Aki.

"So, reader, you seriously didn’t know? You aren’t just messing with us and trying to seem like some dense chick, right?” One of their coworkers spoke as he was handed a beer by the employee. The reader smiled awkwardly as she picked at her food. "No, I’m very serious. I didn’t know." She responded; she didn’t understand why it was so surprising. “Seriously? Did the way he was treating you differently from the other woman in public safety not ring any bells?” Another coworker asked, and she couldn’t help but smile awkwardly as she finally looked back at how he treated her differently than the other girls. "Well, I just thought I wasn’t his type. So, like, he just treated me like the guys to show he had no interest in me?" She explained.

The whole table laughed once again, or, well, everyone but the reader and Denji. They were left embarrassed. “My sweet angel, either way, if you’re not his type, you sure are mine. Now give me a kiss,” Himeno said from beside her. The reader flinched as she tried to keep her at a distance. She knows how these ‘kisses’ of hers always end up, especially when shes wasted. “Throw up on me, and I’ll make sure the next time you shower, I’ll switch your shampoo with hair remover!” She threatened, finally being able to push her away.

“His type? Denjis type is anyone who’s not a man." A wasted Aki said, and she laughed. “My standards aren’t that low!” Denji protested as he crossed his arms like a child. Power butted in, "Yes, they are! You saved meowy all because you wanted to touch my boobs!” Power stated, causing the table to laugh again. Although this time it wasn’t as loud as most of their coworkers', it was beyond wasted. “I mean, everyone has their own motivations." The reader said this as she covered her mouth while she laughed, suspecting it was better than actually laughing in his face. Sure, it was a funny motivation, but who was she to judge?

“Stop laughing! So what if I didn’t notice? It seriously isn’t this funny; you guys are just dragging it,” Denji stated, and she nodded in agreement. “You aren’t wrong, but it’s still surprising how you couldn’t tell; do I really look that much like a man to you?” The reader asked him, giving him her full attention. Denji looked her up and down. “Not anymore,” he responded, and she smiled. “What do you mean, not anymore?” She questioned.

"Well, I already saw you more up close, so I just know you aren’t a man now." He responded, and she looked confused. “Haven’t you seen me up close before?” She asked once again, "No... Plus, the way Himeno would always be so buddy buddy with you the way she is with Aki just made me think you were a guy too, yknow?” He explained. It made sense to the reader. She was aware of her androgynous looks, although most of the time people would ask the question, “Are you a guy?” Before fully assigning her to being one.

"Yeah, I understand, but honestly, Himeno is like that to anyone she’s partnered with. Aren’t you that guy who defeated some villain purely because Himeno said she’d give you a French kiss? Only to end up throwing up in your mouth instead." She snickered as she noticed him visibly shiver at the thought. “Don’t remind me,” he groaned.

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olivia091108 · 3 months

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How to be a jackass:part 1

Summary:meeting bam and Ryan in westchester

Word count:3306

So far filming for season two of jackass has probably been the best time I’ve ever had even though I’m getting injured or pranked every day.

All the guys are great and at first I thought it’s gonna be awkward not only being the new person but being the only girl.Thank god I was wrong for once I don’t think any of them actually cared as long as I actually did gnarly stunts.

The only people I haven’t met are the boys from westchester but Jeff says that we’re gonna film a group stunt with all of us soon.

I’ve done some mediocre stunts like pouting glitter in my eye which didn’t come out for a week and licking a mouse trap Owch. I also did one with wee man where he dressed as a baby and put in a pram and when people would ask to see ‘my baby’ they would be kinda disturbed.

Today I walk on to set and check the stunt list. Today I’m gonna get a pregnant belly strapped to me and walk around town drinking some beer.

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Time skip

After getting a mean old lady shouting at me for ‘destroying my baby’ Jeff called all of us over and told us that at 5:30am to meet here because we’re driving to westchester tomorrow.Jeff actually banned us from going out after like we usually would do we finished for the day and I got the bus back to mine and my sisters apartment

Don’t get me wrong I’m excited but really 5:30 I’m sure there’s no harm in waking up later. I walk into the apartment and go to my room to pack since we will be staying there for 5 days.

I walk into my room and start packing stuff but I can’t find one of my favourite tops so I walk into Ella’s room to see if she’s taken it and I barge in without knocking to see her and Oliver mud sex scrambling to cover themselves with the sheet.

“Get out!”

“In a sec do you have my blue top the one with the buttons”

“Are you serio-“ I sigh and lean against the wall and she knows I won’t leave until she gives it to me. “It’s in my closet” I walk over and grab it off the hanger and scrunch it up in my hands

“Oh yeah by the way I’m gonna be gone for a few day”

“Leave!” She throws a pillow at me but I dick out the room before it can hit me

An hour later ella and Oliver knock on my door and wait for me to reply before walking in with very serious looks on both their faces.

Y/n we need to talk to you about something. You can’t just walk in without knocking we don’t have any privacy with you.

Alright I’ll knock next time

“It’s not just the knocking you always come home late and wreck the houses remember you broke olis computer at like 5:30 you never clean up after yourself and we just think that you should move back with mum and dad because we can’t keep living with you.”

“What your kicking me out I pay rent here”

“You don’t even pay a quarter y/n your’e basically living here for free.I rang dad he said it was fine you moving back soon”

“You know I can’t do that el”

“You could always get your’e own place I could help you have the money know”

“Fuck you. you know what I’ll leave right now.” I grab all my clothes in my wardrobe and try to shove it into my small suitcase and mange to mostly zip it and I grab a few personal thing and hold my piggy bank under my arm before leaving

It might’ve been a irrational idea because now I have nowhere to stay for the night and I can’t go to my parents not how I left there

It’s 1am I might as well go to set and wait till morning but with busses not running I have to walk 5 miles uptown.

Once I get there I only have to wait 2 and a half hours so I set my suitcase down and use it as a seat I dig around in my pocket for the taser I took from Johnny just in case.

I feel a hand grab me and by instinct Tase whoever it was. By the time my eyes have adjusted I realise I must’ve fallen asleep and everyone’s here to go to westchester.

While Jeff is complaining the taser Dave asks if I’ve been here all night. Nah I just thought I should get here early yknow only been here half hour.

We separate into 3 cars to get there and I’m in with Johnny Dave and wee man. I’m in the back with Dave and decide to use the 6 hour car drive as an opportunity for some sleep since I got 2 hours max last night.

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I wake up not being able to breathe and feeling plastic on my face I try and pry one of my friends hands off of me but it’s no use and I have to rip the plastic bag now being able to breathe properly

I hear Knoxville’s laugh and a Camrea is pointed in my face all that adrenaline woke me up quick but I’m still not wide awake and I just flip him off while sitting up and stretching being confined in a car really isn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.

“Cmon y/n we’re here grab your bags.” I take my almost bursting suitcase and walk it into the large house we will be staying at. I hear taking and follow it to the living room seeing Johnny talking to the two boys I recognise from episodes but still haven’t met.

Jeff introduces them the one with the dark hair and blue eyes is bam and the blonde one with a beard is called Ryan. We all introduce ourselves and start chatting and getting to know eatch other. Another girl is here called Jenn she’s bams girlfriend she seems nice but I haven’t spoken to her much

I excuse myself to the bathroom and i see a blonde lady in the kitchen and ask her if she needs a hand. If you don’t mind that would be great

“I’m April bams mum it’s so nice to have you all hear but I am a bit worried honestly”

“Im y/n thanks for letting us stay and I promise I will try to protect you and your house.”

Me and April talk about all kinds of things and I soon meet her husband Phil who is such a sweetheart and it makes me feel even worse for him seeing how bam treats him.

I’m sorry your supposed to be getting to know eatchother and I’ve stolen you away thanks for your help with the dinner.

“Oh it’s no worries you seem wayy more interesting than them boys.”

Speaking of Chris has snuck up behind me and lifted me up and body slammed me onto one of the sofas it wouldn’t of hurt that bad if people weren’t sitting on it.

I sit up and move off of whoever I fell on and jsut laugh it off and I start talking to Ryan about some of his stunts and his life and what not. While telling me about cky videos and high school with his friends bam started to join in adding to the story.

After an hour of talking to the two of them we got along really well and had quite a few things in common with them. We got called for dinner and while I was eating I could feel myself drifting off even though I slept in the car for 6 hours.

I ended up face planting into the food which made everyone laugh and while I used the bottom of my shirt to wipe it off the topic of rooms came up.

Some people were gonna have to share because there’s not enough rooms Steve o and pontius are sharing as well as Dave and ehren. Johnny is with me and wee man and Preston are together.

We all go to our rooms and get unpacked and settled. “Yknow we’re only here for 5 days don’t you”.

“Can’t a girl have options” i didn’t want to tell Johnny about getting kicked out I just wanted to have fun here. While I get changed into my pjamas I get into bed and shut my eyes trying to fall asleep but either from the excitement of tomorrow or because I napped today I couldn’t.

I looked at the clock and it was 12:34 Knoxville was asleep by now I could tell by his heavy breathing. I decided to go downstairs and have some water so I snuck out of my room and when I got downstairs I see Jenn down their about to leave

“How come you aren’t staying?”

“Bams just being a bit of a dick right now but I’ll see you in a couple days bye”

I sit in the kitchen having some water and once I’ve finished I still don’t feel like sleeping so I decide to look around. As best as you can in the dark. I quietly open the front door and step into the garden it had a skate ramp and a swimming pool in it. I went to go back inside but the door is locked I’m not gonna ring the doorbell or id wake everyone up.

I walk round the back and I see a window open so I jump from the ramp to the roof and pull myself up I walk along to reach the window but I see something move next to me. It’s a squirrel. Shit I’m fucking terrified of them they’re Satan reincarnated.

“Oh my god oh my god stop”I try to move as quick as I can to the window and quickly climb in to the room and close the window quietly while repeating those words.

“Jenn I told you to go away”bam room shit. I don’t answer and attempt to just get out of the room but I step on something and it slips out from under me and I fall onto the bed.

“Shit sorry.” Bam leans over and turns his bedside lamp on and rub his eyes. “What are you doing”

“I got locked out of the house then I had to climb threw your’e window to get away from the squirrel like I said sorry and night.”

“Are you on something” bam asks not believing me. I pull a confused face not knowing why he would be confused. “ why were you running from a squirrel?”

“Cos they’re fucking scary haven’t you seen Charlie and the chocolate factory?” At my distress yknow way he does. Laugh.I soon join in and we’re just sat they’re laughing together in His room.

Once the laughing stops he breaks the silence. “How did you even get up here?”bam asks thinking back on my story “I jumped off your ramp.you any good at skating”

“Yeah pretty good you?”

“Stepped foot on one once and fell onto someone’s bed. It seems pretty cool other than that though”

“I could teach you sometime.”

“I’ll hold you to that bam” me and bam speak about anything and everything with me now sitting above his covers on his bed and we switched the lamp off.

He tells me all about his family and when he asks about mine something in the room shifts it’s awkward.

Well I actually left home when I was 16 because me and my mum never got along she always preferred my sister i always hung out with my dad but I didn’t have many friends but these girls invited me to hangout with them and I snuck out an we went to some abandoned school and we would go there smoke some weed and whatever and once we were spray painting and the police turned up my friends ran and a policeman got me and I kicked him in the balls and they took me to jail and when my mum got that call she went crazy she said she was so disappointed in what I’ve become and that she won’t bail me out because she didn’t actually want me to come home. My dad eventually came in and took me home but I got there and my room was all boxed up and she kicked me out and said she didn’t want to see me again so I moved in with my sister.

“I’m really sorry I didn’t know”

“Yeah well how could you I don’t tell anybody so I’m could u try not to mention that”

“Pinky promise”we interlock pinkies and I kiss my hand and he copies.the conversation moves on and soon enough we’re shushing the other to stop Laughing until I notice the clock and see that it’s 2:12 and I can tell bams tired and I am as well.

“Wait y/n it was cool talking to you and if you need to talk I’m always here.” I grab a pillow an throw it at hand face. Don’t get all sappy now bam I thought you were supposed to be a cool skater boy.

I leave and head back to my room and wriggle into bed having to shove Johnny over a bit and for a second I lay there thinking about bam and how much I trusted him I wonder what tomorrow will be like before I know it I’m out like a light.

This one was acc really long

Omg guys I’m so pissed I wrote this like a week ago but I didn’t press save and I LOST RVEYTHUNG the first one was way better

Requests always open

-liv

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labyrinthinth-lighthouses · 1 year

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If I remember correctly Oliver says in “If We Were Villains” that he believes himself to be the ‘Banquo to Jame’s Macbeth and the Horatio to Jame’s Hamlet’ (paraphrased lol)

But I would like to say how fucking sad that notion is as someone who has recently read both of these plays. And it’s not because Oliver is undermining his own importance or relegating himself to a “side” role without trying to become a titular one

No it’s because in the play Macbeth, the character of Macbeth kills Banquo- now to explain my thoughts I also need to clarify, though I’m sure anyone who’s read the book already knows, James thought of himself to Oliver in the same way that Oliver thought about himself to James if that makes any sense at all. Like James was Banquo to Oliver’s Macbeth in his mind… anyway bad to the point.

Ok so Macbeth doesn’t kill Banquo directly, in the play he hires some murderers to take care of the job for him, which they do. And I think this kind of relates to Oliver and James towards the end.

So Oliver gives up his life to save James’s, he belives that by going to jail he will allow James to live- Oliver in his moment of confession is in his mind Banquo saving his dear son Fleance from the murderers as he runs away. Here he is Banquo never knowing of, or purposely ignoring, Macbeths betrayal because he loves him (in Macbeth it’s like a friend way but y’all get it). He is Banquo in act 1 scene 3 pulling Macbeth out of his trance and being happy for him and they news the weird sisters bought, supporting him going forward. And you could also make the argument that Oliver going to jail for James is thematically the same as Macbeth hurting murderers to kill Banquo, as it effectively destroys the rest of Oliver’s life, such as Banquos is cut short by Macbeths. (what was his charge 2nd degree murder- good luck getting a job).

Now, you can flip this on it’s head and it still makes sense!! Maybe James is Banquo and Oliver going to prision for him, guilt eating away at him for years is tangentially the same as Macbeth sending the murderers, but the murderers are guilt. However here of course, Oliver dosent mean to send the murderers, he believes he is helping but- well yknow.

However I personally think that there is more of a connection with James and Lady Macbeth towards the end. The last scene Lady Macbeth is in she is sleep walking, replaying the night that she and Macbeth killed Duncan, and she says “What need we fear who knows it when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?” (Lady Macbeth in Act 5, scene 1, lines 30–34,). And than she kills herself, and guess what Macbeth doesn’t find out about this for hours, similarly to how when James, allegedly, killed himself Oliver didn’t find out for years. And both Lady Macbeth and James take their own lives because the guilt, and shame of what they’ve done is eating them alive and they can no longer stand it.- in this example Oliver would also be Macbeth

Now as for Horatio and Hamlet, long debated queers (not getting into that) Hamlet dies in Horatio’s arms and makes him swear to tell his story, and Horatio, after thinking of hilling himself decides to honor Hamlets wishes and tell his tale. I feel like this is just similar to James and Olivier, Oliver telling James’s story long after he’s gone.

Oh and Horatio and Hamlet went to college together, we’re each others closest friend and confidant, and Hamlet I believe wants to be all that Horatio is because he is just such a good person in every aspect of himself- and also have James and Oliver vibes so take that as you will.

So sorry this is terribly written it’s late and I’m dyslexic hope this made some sense lol

Edit: I’m pretty sure this is mainly illegible so here’s a td:lr

Oliver dies so that James can live, believing that he will. James in turn “dosent” and Oliver is left to tell his story, or join him wherever he may be.- Similar to Hamlet and Horatio (Both Horatio and Oliver live)

Macbeth kills king Duncan, his friend Banquo, Macduffs whole household and more- Lady Macbeth encouraged this and kind of pushed him into this. The actions she had taken in the play eventually cause her to loose her mind and kill herself out of guilt. - James also kills himself out of guilt, because he is the one who kills Richard and Oliver takes the blame and he cannot bear it (Macbeth kills but Lady Macbeth makes him so kind of similar ig) - so in this Oliver is Macbeth and James is the Lady Macbeth

But one could also argue James is a Banquo figure as he is killed not directly by Macbeth but from Macbeths actions. Like how James presumably kills himself because of Oliver taking the blame (from Macbeths-Oliver’s- actions)

Ok that’s it bye

#iwwv #iwwv spoilers #if we were villains #james farrow #james x oliver #oliver marks #ml rio #hamlet #macbeth #bad literary analysis #long post #tangent #sorry lol

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ya-zz · 10 months

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Can I request a Reaper story? Reader works for overwatch and during a mission to stop Talons attacks, she manages to get Reaper tied and openly flirts and touches him like, "It's such a shame you're the bad guy..." and before she leaves him, she gives him a kiss on his mask where his mouth would be just to tease him? A little suggestive, yknow yknow 🤷‍♀️ I'm down bad for that man

Angry man gets tied up and flirted with, what's not to love? Make him a flustered mess while we're at it.

Thank you so much for requesting, really enjoyed this! ♥

Reaper x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1457

Slight NSFW with this, but nothing explicit. More suggestive than anything

“Do you have any questions?”

“No.”

“Good, get out of here.”

And so you left, the door closing behind you before you walked down to your assigned room, gathering your belongings and heading out to meet the rest of the crew. Gun loaded and holstered, safety on, ready for what lies ahead. Your mission was to attempt to stop Talons attacks, use whatever force necessary, take no casualties. Be careful, stealthy, use what skills you had to knock the target down, get inside, get the information needed, get out and head back to Overwatch.

With your colleagues by your side, skilled soldiers in many different ways, it was a mission sure to succeed. All you needed to do was be a distraction, not cause one, but be one. A request from above for someone down below.

A man with power and strength to match, dressed dark as the night, one the others called “Reaper” was the man you were solely targeting .

“Have your way with him. Do what you need to, just buy enough time for the others to get in and out.” Was what your commander said. He knew of your skills, your ability to seduce and kill, squeeze out the information needed. Nobody dared to question it, in fact they admired your ways. It produced results and no one complained.

“We will let you know when we’re inside and when we’ve left.” One solider spoke to you, eyes locking with your own.

“You worried about me?” Behind your visor, you smirk.

“Am I ever?” He chuckles, leaning forward in his seat, the dropship jerking around. “Be careful, yeah?” There was a sincerity in his voice, eyes not leaving yours. “Rumour has it that he doesn’t hesitate to kill, especially when threatened.”

“S’pose thats more fun than someone who just takes it.” You shrug, feeling somewhat comforted at his concern. “Thanks, though. I’ll be alright. I’ll contact you if I need help.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

You nod, leaning back in your seat and waiting for the dropship to land. Small conversations broke through the silence, everyone chiming in but you. All you were doing was thinking of what you were planning on doing to this “Reaper” guy.

Eventually, the wait was over, the dropship landed not far from your destination, everyone filing out and heading into the city, one building in mind as you were led forward. The night was rolling in, deep oranges and reds slowly fading to a deep blue and then black. Stars littered the sky, small clouds dotted around with the moon behind one of them. The city was quiet, eerily quiet as the troops marched forward, surrounding one building in particular.

There was no warning as the leader in charge of the group shouted to go forward, the door coming off its hinges and troops piling in, guns raised and shouting.

You, however, had long since left the group, only muffled noises coming from your earpiece were your guidance as to how things were going as you leant against the table, a grin from ear to ear plastered on your face at the man in front of you.

“I really didn’t think it would be that easy.” There was an amusement in your tone, eyes sparkling mischievously from the monitors around the room.

“You’re good.” The man speaks out, voice low and rough as if he had been fighting a cold for a few days. He struggled against the restraints that you had bound him in, tight enough that he wouldn’t be able to free himself, but loose enough to not cut off any circulation. The sight before you was divine, wrists tied to the arm rests of the chair, ankles to the legs of it, something you had only gotten quick at doing with each victim.

“Thank you. Receiving a compliment from the guy I was order to toy with is quite endearing.”

“Oh?” His masked head tilts to the side. “And who sent you? Don’t tell me it was that asshole, Jack.”

“Who sent me doesn’t concern you.” You narrow your eyes at him, unable to look away. “Besides, I have my orders.”

“As does everyone else.” There was a hint of malice in his voice, head moving ever so slightly at the monitor behind you. “You don’t think they’ll get out of there unharmed, do you?”

Your eyes only narrow more as you stand up straight, walking towards him. “They are capable, much like I am.” Your hand gently traces over his arm as you walk beside him before resting both of them on his shoulders as you press your body into his back. “You just haven’t realised it yet.” Leaning down, head beside his, you smile, voice quiet as you look at the screen with him. “You’re not as scary as the rumours make you out to believe.”

This gained a scoff from the bound man, head moving away from yours before a hand pushed him back facing forward.

“Keep watching.” Your hand never left the side of his face, fingers brushing over the cold mask he wore. Behind it, you could feel a warmth emanating from it. Your charm was working. “You have information we want, and this could all be over if you just tell me what I need to know.”

“You’d have to try a lot harder than that.”

“I wouldn’t test me, Reaper.” The playfulness in your voice broke through and you swore you could feel that heat from his face rise. “If you won’t tell me, they’ll just tear the place apart… Leave no casualties.”

“It would be wise for you to call them back.” His heartbeat rose slightly, head unmoving as he watched the screen.

“I have no control over them.” You pause, leaning in closer to him, a breathy whisper towards his ear. “Only you.”

His breath got caught in his throat as he tensed, hands curling into fists.

“You are stuck here with me.” The sultry tone in your voice sent a cold shiver over his back and a hot flush to his cheeks, and you noticed it, grinning once more. “Oh, don’t be scared, I won’t do anything to you that you won’t like… It’s such a shame you’re the bad guy.”

Reaper scoffed again, shaking your hand from his face and then watching you walk back around him and then leaning down in front of him. He saw the playful look in your eyes and part of him wanted you to do something to him. His eyes connected with yours but he knew you wouldn’t see it.

“We’ll have so much fun, don’t you think?” Your fingers dragged along his chest, feeling the tension behind the clothing, the rise in heartbeat only fueling your charade more. The smug smile on your face only grew with each passing second, and the further you moved your hands down, the more tense he would become, his breathing subtly picking up pace.

“Time’s up, kid. We’re leaving.” Your leaders voice broke through the earpiece.

Your hands stopped moving, resting on his hips. You sigh, looking up at the man before you. “Playtime’s already over… How disappointing…”

He heard the cockiness in your voice as his breathing slowly quietened down. Disappointing indeed, he thought.

“Perhaps we’ll run into each other again…” Removing your hands, you stand back up straight to confirm with your leader that you’d be outside momentarily. “Well, Reaper, it surely has been fun.” You move around him, standing at his side before leaning down, caressing the side of his mask with your hand and tilting his head up slightly. “Maybe another time, yeah?” The mischievous glint never left your eyes as you leant down and planted a kiss to his mask, right where his lips would otherwise be.

Reaper seemed taken aback by the motion, but it wasn’t unwelcome. He craved more but he knew that wasn’t happening right now.

“You will be hunted.” He snarled, a desperation in his voice.

You smile at him, tapping his cheek gently before you walk to the door and turn back to face him. “I look forward to it.” You wink at him, noticing his hands twitch against the chair which causes your grin to widen.

“I will make you pay.” Reaper tensed his fist again, wanting nothing more than to see you writhe underneath him.

“Try me.”

You could barely hear the expletives he yelled from behind the door as you walked away, the smug smile never fading as you regrouped with your team. They got what they needed, and you had gotten such a rile out of your captee that something inside of you burned. Oh how you were looking forward to the next meeting with Reaper…

part 2

#overwatch #Reaper #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes #reader #ow #fanfic #overwatch fanfiction #overwatch 2 #ow2 #yazzfics

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kryptonitejelly · 2 years

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more dad!jake - dad!jake is a VIBE guys.

imagine if his oldest daughter gets her period and he is the only parent around to deal with it

Jake would not have any issue with it, would not be awkward.

He’s been around women all his life, because the man has sisters. It made you surprised when he didn’t flinch at buying tampons / pads for you - didn’t even ask those weird questions alot of guys would ask; just asked you for the brand and length; came back with what you asked + shorter / thinner ones for the last few days.

At first you got sulky (because, you were on your period + thought it was the numerous ex girlfriends that trained him for this) but he just laughed and told you, very amused, “babe, I grew up with sisters, this isn’t my first rodeo.”

So it should come with no surprise that he has 0 awkwardness in approaching these topics with his daughter - z e r o (ok, also because it’s Jake yknow?).

Dad, where’s mom? He gets a text from his daughter when he is home, and he finds it odd - because his (not so) baby girl usually just shouts when she wants something.

Not home, she’s in a meeting. Is everything ok? He replies, waits, and doesn’t get a response.

So he ventures up, to find a locked bathroom door. He knocks, and hears muffled sniffing from the inside. He is panicked, and all ready to break down the door. “Baby girl? You ok?”

His daughter would be his baby girl (you are baby / babe, exclusively).

He has a hand typing to you, a ear pressed to the door.

He hears more sniffling and a muffled string of words.

“Baby girl, you need to be a bit louder.”

“I have my period, Dad.” She wails and Jake just sighs out in relief (clearly the man was expecting the worst).

“Do you have pads?” He asks, not missing a beat, to his daughter’s slightly mortification.

“No.”

“Ok hang on.”

He goes back to your shared room and rummages for the appropriate types of pads, and places them on the floor outside the toilet.

“I’m placing the pads on the floor outside the toilet, and I’m going to go back downstairs. You do what you need and when you are ready, you can come down - we’ll go to the store and get you what you need.”

He is calm, collected, does what he says and heads down to wait.

His daughter emerges a while later, clearly looking a bit uncomfortable and also slightly puffy eyed. He hands her a bottle of water and a chocolate - “you aunts and mom find chocolate helps”, he tells her with a ruffle of her hair.

She’ll too sniffly to even be bothered by the ruffle today, and he grabs his car keys and they are off!

To the store! Where his daughter and him find themselves standing in front of a wall of pads.

“Do you have a preference?” He’ll ask - because surely school or friends have talked about this. His daughter shakes her head no, clutching her hoodie to her.

“Ok, we’ll get a few, you can figure out what you like.” He grabs a selection and basically dumps them into the cart. He then grabs painkillers on the way out - for cramps - and also finds a hot compress in the shape of a stuffed sheep (because hey, she is still his baby girl).

Forces her to grab a bag of chocolate / sugar. And then off they go back home.

He leaves her to store her pads away, before heating the compress for her in the microwave, and leaving the sugar / painkillers in the kitchen for her where they are easily accessible.

He puts on a sitcom and forces her to watch with her - she’s more than glad to honestly, because she just feels tender and tired and slightly emotional.

So you come home to find both your Seresins on the couch, your daughter clutching her compress to her body, under a throw, snoozing on one end of the couch and Jake on the other.

“What’s this?” You ask him very softly, while sliding yourself sideways onto this lap. His arms go around you and he explains, lips by your ear.

It makes you both look fondly at your girl - because she is growing so fast 🥺 it feels like only yesterday where she was still a tiny human snuggled against your chest.

“I’m glad you were here,” you tell him, hands cupping his face and kissing his lips. “You’re the best dad.”

Because he is <333

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lovekz · 1 year

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baby mama <3 (4)

syn -> taiju has a baby mother, and he just can’t get over her. it seems she can’t get over him either.

beware of... suggestive themes, use of the nickname ‘mama’, slight angst

you woke up the next morning under what felt to be your heavy weighted blanket.

when you looked down, you seen a head full of messy blue hair and a body.

you weren’t under a weighted blanket, you were under taiju.

he looked peaceful, despite his hair a complete mess and hickeys littered all over his chest.

if he looked like this, you just knew you were wrecked.

his eyebrow twitched, and so did his hand. the movement had gave up it’s location.

right on your ass cheek.

taiju peeled his eyes opened and squinted a bit, before looking up at you and rubbing his eyes.

“good morning.” taiju muttered, voice still raspy and heavy with sleep.

you hummed quietly in acknowledgement, wrapping your arms around him for his warmth.

he pressed a loving kiss onto your forehead, before leaning back into your chest and smiling to himself.

“you see how good you behave when you get fucked?” taiju teased, fixing your position lifting himself to lay on your chest.

“oh shut up.” you grumbled, shoving him away from you playfully.

taiju huffed out a laugh, before shifting his position on top of you once more.

when he moved, you felt his morning wood poke you numerous times.

he must’ve noticed, because he moved your leg out of the way so he could lay comfortably on the bed while still being on top of you.

“I can help with that, yknow.” you suggested, playing with his hair.

taiju shook his head, humming into your soft tummy while wrapping his arms around you.

“don’t need you to. are you horny?” taiju questioned, though it came out muffled.

you had to stifle a few giggles as the man spoke into your tummy.

“mm. i could go again.” you suggested, watching as taiju tilted his head up to look at you.

taiju chuckled, before looking at the digital clock on your bedside.

“can’t.” taiju said blankly, sitting up and stretching.

you shivered, holding your naked body in your arms as much as possible.

“why not?” you questioned, sitting up with him. he was getting you upset.

taiju must’ve noticed this, because he was quick to grab your throat and lay you back down, running his free hand up your stomach.

“so fuckin needy.” taiju grumbled, rolling his eyes.

you smiled lightly, humming when taiju squeezed just right.

“lemme teach you how to behave.” taiju whispered in your ear, before folding you in half.

when you woke up again, taiju was here. his clothes, his phone, his watch, everything.

the only thing lingering in your bed was the smell of his cologne.

you had to admit, you were a bit sad over this. but you didn’t let it bother you.

you shouldn’t have allowed him in your bed anyway.

climbing out of bed, you make your way to the bathroom wobbly.

you get ready for the day and head downstairs to look for your oddly silent daughter. you had no idea what time it was.

but when you got down there, you’d seen something you hadn’t expected.

taiju was in the kitchen with your daughter, speaking in a hushed voice.

wearing pajama pants.

topless.

almost immediately, taiju had locked eyes with you and cleared his throat.

anastasia averted her eyes at you. her sclera was bloodshot red and her bottom lip was trembling.

“what’s wrong?” you questioned, clearing your throat and fixing your clothes.

anastasia sniffled, rubbing her eyes even more ragged. “i-i had an accident mommy.” anastasia whimpered.

you frowned, looking over to taiju who watched the entire thing while leaning on the counter.

you raised your eyebrow at him, silently asking what happened while you were asleep.

taiju said nothing, just leading you over to the garbage that was sitting beside the front door.

“she wanted to help making breakfast and tea for you.” taiju began, gesturing towards the garbage.

oh. you knew where this was going.

when you took a peek into the bag, you had seen all the wasted food and burnt things inside of it.

not only that, but on top was your favorite mug, a few expensive plates, and a picture frame.

your wedding picture frame that anastasia insisted you kept up.

it was built exactly for the picture, and it was special because not only did you and taiju pick the design, it held a big memory for you.

it had all your vows, you and taiju’s signature, and your first ultrasound picture inside.

it wasn’t gonna be able to be saved. pancake batter and tea decorated the pictures and everything under it.

you looked up at taiju. he looked exactly like you did at the moment.

devastated.

you looked back at anastasia, who was equally heart broken as the two of you if not even more.

seeing her parents happy was her biggest pride, so that wedding picture was definitely her favorite.

the poor girl couldn’t even face the two of you.

“ana..” you called quietly, approaching her again but slowly.

the girl damn near started balling her eyes out again.

“look honey it’s okay. i’m not mad at you.” you said, walking over to her and pulling into a hug.

maybe this was a sign for something..

you sat at your dining room table with a sigh, resting your head in your palms.

it was just two hours since you had discovered the broken picture frame, and you needed time to yourself.

taiju took anastasia to buy a few toys to cheer her up, get her that dollhouse that she’d been asking for to take her mind off it.

so while you sat in the house by yourself, you called up your best friend.

shuji fucking hanma.

“hey mama. haven’t heard you in a bit.” hanma said, answering instantly.

“shu where the fuck have you been?” you groaned in annoyance, holding your head while you put your phone on speaker.

it stayed silent for a bit, before you heard a bunch of shuffling come from the other side of the phone.

“at home. in my bed. you know this.” hanma answered, scoffing playfully at you.

that at least brought a smile to your face.

hanma was a freelance photographer, travelling the world and taking photographs of the beautiful things he saw.

it helped him make really good money, and made him famous for all of his photos.

especially ones of you.

you met shuji during your middle school year, much before you had met taiju.

sure, he was involved in numerous of gangs. he was how you had found out about taiju altogether.

so when you heard hanma wanted to take pictures for a living, you asked him about his muse.

in which he responded, the pretty girl that puts up with my bullshit.

so he would take pictures of you, and he would publish them.

people loved to see your beauty, so the profit he would make off of your pictures he would make sure to split with you.

even when you refused, he made sure you got it somehow.

shuji had recently returned from australia, and spent his time in bed to reset his body clock and take a break.

“i think i made a mistake.” you grumbled after letting it stay silent for the next few minutes.

it grew silent once again, before a bunch more shuffling was heard.

“i’m on my way.” shuji said quickly, before hanging up the phone.

you knew shuji was always to your aid whenever you needed him. no matter what.

when shuji arrived, you told him everything that happened in the past few days of his absence.

how bad anastasia was acting, how taiju flirted with you, how he defended you in the store, how he paid for the groceries, made you dinner, and gave you the best dicking you’ve had in a while.

of course, shuji listened intently (and cheered you on). when you finished, he sighed and leaned back.

yes, shuji did take that picture and help create the frame.

but it wouldn’t be as special if you had gotten it replaced on a later date.

“i’m sorry mama.” shuji frowned, leaning back in his seat next to you.

you had nothing to said, just rested your head on your forearms while you stared into space.

the picture frame breaking couldn’t have been a coincidence. especially after the two of you had shared a bed intimately together.

the universe was trying to tell you that the era you and taiju shared was over.

unless...

you sat up with a start, startling shuji out of his thoughts.

you said nothing, just lifting yourself up out of your seat and making your way over to your cell phone.

“what are you doing?” shuji questioned, standing up and following you into the living room.

“there’s only one way to check.” you said hurriedly, picking up your phone and looking through the contacts.

“check for what?” shuji asked, looking over your shoulder to see what you were doing.

you glared at shuji and groaned annoyed. he held his hands up in defense and giggled, enjoying pissing you off.

“check if the universe is telling me i’m horrible for fucking my baby daddy- jesus shu read the room!” you exclaimed.

shuji chuckled at your wording, before watching you search for the contact..

y. shiba.

the only sister taiju and hakkai would ever have.

shujilooked at you in confusion. “she a tarot card reader or something?” shuji asked while squinting.

“no. but she’s taiju’s sister.” you grinned, waving the number around in his face.

shuji sighed, trying to figure out where you were gonna go about with this.

you took a seat on the couch and gestured for him to sit next to you.

“i’ll need you to ask, okay? i got into it bad with her last we spoke. it’ll be awkward.” you explained.

shuji nodded, picking up his phone and doing as you had asked. he just hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

tagssss ~ @galactict3a @satanlovesusall666 @shaicutieee

sorry if it didn’t tag properly loves <3

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lonelinessinthemirrordimension · 2 years

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“Are you happy Stephen?” I’ve never been happier

Supreme Strange • She/Her Pronouns • Research Scientist!Reader • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Pregnancy / Birth

Requested by: @accioptterv

“You’re hovering, love”

“You insisted on coming into work today”

“And?”

“You’re 36 weeks pregnant at work when you’re supposed to be on maternity leave” Strange frowns watching Y/N turn around in her chair giving him a confused look.

“I’m pregnant? I-I can’t really tell…” She acts. “It’s not like my ankles are swollen and I’m the size of a goddamn planet” then she grew enraged. “I know how pregnant I am, Stephen. You’re worried over nothing…”

“You had to be on bed rest that—-“

“For an amniocentesis…which is common to be on bed rest for two days after the procedure” Y/N assures as she starts to collect what she needs for the report. “For a former surgeon, don’t you suggest bedrest after procedures?”

“It’s protocol. But with brain surgery we do our best to get the patient up and at them to re-work their mind back to their new normal. You had a needle put into your belly and into the amniotic sac which could’ve miscarried the baby if you didn’t take it easy”

“Are you trying to calm me down or make me cry again like last time?”

“Okay I didn’t mean—-“

“You told me I could pop at any second and that freaked me the fuck out Stephen!”

“I just want to take you home! Why are we here?!”

“I would assume for the incursion update” Christine enters the lab with Mordo by her side seeing the two Stranges stop arguing. “The panel is ready but since you are also here, you can join your team while Y/N stands with us”

“You…risked yourself for an incursion update?”

“Shut up Stephen” Y/N rolls her eyes picking up her tablet and walking out with Christine leaving the two sorcerers.

“If my daughter is anything like my wife, I might lose it”

“I would be more afraid if she came out like you” Mordo, not very good at his jokes, laughs only for Strange to get up angrily glaring at the guy walking past him. “What?! I thought we were just joking around! I hope your child has both of your qualities!” He reassures trailing behind him.

As the panel formed and the lead being Christine started the presentation that ultimately told Strange that there wasn’t any new incursion caused by any other alternate in the multiverse. He kept his attention on Y/N while she was simply paying attention to the presentation holding her belly protectively like always.

“You’re going to get a stress headache again if you keep staring” Maria whispers to Strange receiving his usual annoyed look. “What? I’m looking out for you”

“I wish she stayed home” Strange whispers back as Maria turned to Y/N seeing that she was fine in that moment.

“Then when this ends, I’ll tell her it’s an order”

“Seriously.”

“Seriously. Or have Xavier do it. Everybody listens to him”

“Maybe have Black Bolt do it to get through that thick skull of hers” Strange can’t believe he just said that resulting in Maria laughing at the suggestion with Mordo standing behind Strange’s chair also laughing since the sorcerer wasn’t exactly quiet about it.

“You’re lucky I love you Strange or I’d kick your ass”

“She’d still do it out of love” Carter smiles getting a laugh from her colleagues.

The presentation came to an end and frankly, so did Strange’s patience but that was completely ignored when Y/N’s face changed to discomfort and she left the meeting first. He was quick to leave shortly after her only finding his little lady sitting on the steps for a moment.

“Are you okay?! What’s hurting—“

“My fucking feet Stephen. I’m fine…”

“Stranges?!” Reed calls out quickly to find the two at the steps causing the heat of embarrassment to rise to his cheeks for yelling. “Sorry. Wanted to make sure you were okay. Especially given yknow”

“I’m fine. We’re fine. But since you came out, can I get——“

“Oh! Yes” Reeds went to help Y/N up as Strange couldn’t help the annoyed whine to come out of him. Scaring the smartest man alive as he let go of Y/N once she rose to her feet.

The smirk on her face indicated she did that for just that as Strange couldn’t help but focus on the small detail of her face relaxing instantly triggered him again to say—-

“Are you okay? Y/N? Are you—-“

“Wait. Doctor Strange? Did I do something? Did I—“

Panicking two husbands, one who’s about to have a kid while the other has kids and would panic at everything that happened to any of them. They both boggy backed off the other…

“You triggered something Reed!”

“I don’t think it’s scientifically possible for me to trigger labor because you are the only one intimate with your wife”

“WHAT”

“You know this! You were a former doctor and should know that sexual intercourse can trigger a woman into labor. But they must reach or—-“

“Stop Richards before I lose my mind”

“Yes…but we did lose your wife” Reed points out that Y/N left the two to argue as Strange didn’t hesitate to make a portal to her location being her station in the research lab. Met with her annoyed face when she saw Strange’s same panicked expression. “She seems to be fi—-“

“IM NOT LITERALLY GOING TO POP OUT OF THE GODDAMN BLUE”

“YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT. APPARENTLY I CAN POP YOU WITH MY PEN—-“

“STOP TALKING” Y/N yells soon dying down turning into her laughing. “Of course Reed would panic and it’d ricochet off of you. Then repeat! But again, Stephen I’m fi—-“ she stops talking to rest her hands on her belly bringing back that distressed look making Strange step through with Reed as both of them were checking pulse points that after a few minutes she smacked their hands away. “False alarm”

“Okay no. We’re going to the hospital”

“Strange. It was just a really hard kick. I’m fine, we’re fine” She reassures squeezing his arm before leaving the room with the two trailing behind.

“It wouldn’t hurt to go to the hospital to make sure it’s no sign of early labor”

“Isn’t still pre-term at 36—“

“No! The norm changed so 36 is now the earliest one can go into labor but it’s ideal to reach full term regardless”

“Which I plan on doing, working or not!”

“Thought you were supposed to be on maternity leave, I knew it was you in the presentation” Xavier butts into the conversation after coming back from a chat with an old friend seeing the two stalking Y/N. “Tell an old man why you’re here instead of me having to go through your mind”

“Strange is driving me crazy”

“Oh no that happened with me. My wife kicked me out for two weeks because I was telling her all the statistics about the possibility our child can be born with a heart condition or a disability and the likelihood of not having either—“ Reed stops when Strange gripped his arm and Xavier was even glaring. “Sorry. It’s normal for the pregnant partner to grow annoyed by every single thing their significant other does.”

“You sure it wasn’t his existence?” Carter smiles joining the small group with Maria right beside her.

“You’re not the comedic relief here—-“ Strange randomly says. “Y/N you’re getting everyone involved—“

“No you are! I’m simply walking to go to Christine’s office and give her my latest data” She goes on with Strange following immediately as the four other Illuminati members looked at the other before following the Stranges.

“My wife almost broke my hand during labor. Beautiful experience but that truly says something since I’m supposed to be elastic”

“I heard women could tear”

“Oh definitely, that’s why if you think that’s gonna happen. Might as well plan for a C”

“Women back in the day used to die to childbirth at alarming rates”

“Now you’re getting scary Carter”

“You four are not helping me!” Strange snaps at the four—-“Black Bolt?! When did he—-REGARDLESS. You’re not helping me one bit!” He groans turning around to be met with a closed door to Palmer’s office and before he even thought about making a portal in, he realized Y/N stole his sling ring while he argued.

“Strange is like a hawk with you. We would’ve survived without you for that presentation Y/N, even if I do love having my partner on the incursion study with me” Christine laughs inserting the drive Y/N handed her.

“I’m…a little scared” Y/N started to open up watching Christine relax to give her attention. “Strange has been hovering and I understand. I’m huge. Carrying his baby. But that’s the thing I’m carrying his baby. I don’t wanna hear about scary things that could happen just from being in our house. I don’t want to fuck up this baby when she’s born and reading every scary thing known to man that could happen, then hearing him and his colleagues go on about it—-I’m…I….I’m drowning and I’m terrified because what if I’m awful?”

“Of being an awful mother?” Christine frowns watching her friend nod. “Oh love! Y/N…You have a village if anything did happen, but even if it did, you would be the right person for the job…you’re going to absolutely do amazing at being this wonderful, intelligent, overwhelming kind mother to this baby who’s only going to have both yours and Stephen’s good qualities….” She looped around her desk about to hug her friend when Y/N raised a hand to stop her. “What’s wrong?”

“N-No. I needed to hear that” Y/N started to cry smiling as she suddenly laughs. “But I think all the stress of the now swarm outside of your office really made my little one want to come out…cuz I am very wet and very…very sorry for your rug in this office” she took a deep breath as Christine just noticed her water breaking instantly resulting in her swinging her door open to stop their conversation as Strange was immediately directed to the situation.

“I told you so”

“Great! Now please take me to the hospital” Y/N whines feeling another contraction happening as she gripped onto the chair in front of Christine’s desk.

“I can call an ambulance”

“Black Bolt can quickly get one or I can transmit—-“

“Maybe just give the poor father to be his sling ring back” Y/N interrupts the two gentlemen as she reaches into her lab coat handing said sling ring. “Our hospital bag Stephen….”

“I’ll go retrieve it! Assuming it’s at your home?” Christine waits for a nod which both gave as Maria immediately held her hand out.

“More than happy to get you there quicker” She smiles helping the scientist get her friend’s things by flying her to their home.

While Strange panics anxiously to open a portal, resulting in Reed calling in Mordo to help since it was the quickest way of travel. Y/N quickly held onto her husband being lead into the hospital once Mordo got their portal.

Soon the Stranges were left alone and they had everything they needed thanks to Maria and Christine. But the Illuminati stayed in the waiting room given they were a part of the now more eventful day…

“I-I told you so”

“Yes…yes you did” Y/N suddenly gripped onto the railing of the hospital bed not liking these contractions one bit but she refused to yell out the frustration causing her complexion to redden and the tears to spill. “Shit…” she whines, relaxing when she felt Strange take her hand. “L-Love I…I don’t want to hurt you”

“I don’t care” Strange states gently pushing the hair out of her face with his other hand. “We’re having a baby…you’re…as much as I am angry for you not taking it easy…you did such a wonderful job carrying her…the least I could do is endure a fraction of the pain by holding your hand.”

“…S-Stephen…”

“My love?”

“I-I’m scared”

“M-Me too” He laughs tearfully pressing a quick kiss to her lips as Y/N squeezes his hand a bit. “But as long as we got each other, everything is gonna be alright”

When it was time, Y/N couldn’t contain her tears looking up at Strange. It was happening all too fast and she was ready, but who ever is…Still very hesitant to squeeze his hand knowing damn well of the phantom pain he receives and sometimes the stings of nerve degeneration, but the way Stephen squeezed her hand not giving an ounce of his own pain reassuring her while she went through hours of this pain.

Everything…changed.

All the worry from before…just didn’t matter anymore

For it was no longer just the two of them…

________

“Wait…what?”

“…Yeah. I-I…”

“You’re pregnant…You…This isn’t a joke is it? Because I can never tell and we both know how Mordo and Wong can be with that knowledge—-“

“Stephen!” Y/N took his face into her hands smiling with tears rolling off her cheeks. “It’s real…no joke…I-I’m pregnant, we’re gonna have a baby”

Strange stared at her, for what felt like an eternity. Will he be a good father? Will this baby have his bad qualities? Will the baby hate him?

Y/N staring back to the blank expression caused her smile to face and her fears to creep in. Is the is not what he wanted? This isn’t good news? We’ve been trying…did he just stop caring? Is he going to leave her?

But all that washed away when the tears that threatened to spill, just flooded out of Strange as he drops to his knees pulling Y/N close into him sobbing.

“We’re going to have a baby” He smiles laughing in his sobs turning his face to her stomach gently kissing it causing a laugh to come out of her at the sight.

I know I haven’t been the best man my entire life, it took losing so much to understand that I don’t need any of that to have the life I want. I chose one path, and this one chose me. And I know I’ll make mistakes along the way…but I promise you my love that I’ll protect you…

________

The both of you…

“I-I don’t want to drop her”

“You won’t…I promise” Y/N smiles as she reassures helping Stephen get situated right beside her before carefully placing the little girl in his embrace.

Oh how this sweet little baby stirs slightly to get comfortable in her father’s embrace brought the sorcerer to tears all over again. Thankfully both Y/N and Cloak took care of the tears making him laugh slightly that his daughter is seeing him in full sorcerer supreme glory.

“Oh sweet little baby” Carter coos at the baby comfortably in Y/N’s embrace once more as the two eventually let the peanut gallery of the Illuminati in to see their little girl.

“She definitely has Strange’s little worry lines” Maria adds when the little one brought herself close to her mother when Reed gently brushed his fingers against her head.

“She will be overwhelmingly smart given her parents” Reed comments with agreements from the rest of the panel. “This makes me miss my kids as babies. Cherish this truly”

“Oh we will” Y/N smiles gently kissing her baby girl’s head as Stephen instantly kisses his wife’s temple when she straighten up.

After the rest of the Illuminati signed and gave their congratulations to the Stranges. Stephen found himself later in the day holding his daughter close to his chest once again enjoying her small adorable features in the moonlight falling into their private room.

A soft knock on the door pulled him from his trance just for a second as he saw Christine smile back at him waving to see if she can come in. He nods but looked at Y/N’s sleeping form to inform her to be quiet. The scientist quietly walks over to the two seeing the smile that hasn’t left Stephen’s face once since the birth of his daughter.

“Hey…”

“Hm?”

“Are you happy, Stephen?”

“I’ve never been happier”

#lonelinessinthemirrordimension #doctor strange #stephen strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader #supreme strange #supreme strange x reader #I HOPE THE @ WENT THROUGH CUZ IDK WHY IT DIDNT WHEN I MADE THIS

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inkgyao · 2 years

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dress / hyunjin x reader

summary - jeongyeon ( from twice ) forced you to go to one of hyunjins frat parties.. blah blah, im tired 😞

warnings - afab reader, smut, sloppy blowjob, creampie, degrading, name calling, college au.. messy all around

“ i can’t believe you roped me into this mess.. “ you stormed into your shared dorm, throwing herself on your neatly made bed, stuffing your face between pillows. “ calm down, this is what im talking about, you need to loosen up a bit. you’re always so tensed up from work.. won’t this be a good opportunity to just.. let loose? yknow, calm some nerves. “ jeongyeon retorted, walking over and taking a seat besides you. “ but i hate parties.. it’s not that im socially awkward or anything.. it’s just, “

“ hyunjin will be there? “

you meekly nodded, getting up and sulking at jeongyeons side. you’ve liked hyunjin for.. god knows how long, you’ve always been too timid to talk to him or to even approach him. everytime he walks past you in the halls, a waft of butterflies erupts in your stomach, sending you running to jeongyeon about your girl crush. your roommate thought it was cute though, to see you gush over your crush and ending your speech with a sigh of relief. “ i don’t have anything nice to wear and just the thought of him alone is making me nervous.. i might barf. “ you held your stomach, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you.

she thought for a moment.. eyes widen when an idea came to mind. “ i have some dresses that were given to me that you might like! i don’t wear them since they’re too risqué.. and i like to dress more conversitively. “

she shot up and started to rummage through her closet, coming back out with a cheeky, tight dress. “ you seriously want me to wear .. that? what if it doesn’t woo him over.. ill look like an idiot, a slutty idiot. “ you puffed your cheeks as a form of protest but jeongyeon didn’t take no for an answer, she grabbed your wrist and shoveled you into the bathroom with the dress still on the hanger. you rolled your eyes in annoyance, taking off your clothes and slipping the dress on ; the slit wasn’t too deep but it was deep enough to display your cleavage, your tits looked like they were basically spilling out the dress, not to mention how it hugged around your ass and how short it was. you grumbled as you opened the bathroom, tugging at the hem of the dress to lower it.

your roommate stared at you with huge eyes, bursting into laughter. “ oh my god, y/n.. you should totally wear that, it’ll catch everyone off guard. “

you flipped the bird and slipped on some heels, walking past her to hyunjins party.

you and jeongyeon finally arrived, she drifted off into the sea of people while you were trying to scavenge around for hyunjin. the heels gave you an advantage, trying to squeeze in between sweaty, drunk people was your biggest fear. ‘ god this is so gross. ‘ you screwed your eyes shut, bumping into something hard.. you almost fell on your ass if they didn’t catch you in time. their hand gracefully hovering right above your ass, making your face flush.

“ y/n?.. “ he quizzed.

you froze, throat starting to get dry from pure embarrassment. it was him. “ h-hey hyunjin.. “ you stuttered out, flashing him a crooked smile.

“ hey, pretty, i almost didn’t recognize you.. with this dress on. “ his voice became huskier, eyes glazing over your body, your breasts basically on display for the man.

“ it’s my roommates dress.. she let me borrow it for tonight. “

“ she needs to let you borrow it more often. “ he joked, finally letting you go.

you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, rubbing your forearm as he tried to make small talk with you. “ is there anywhere more quiet?.. im just so tipsy and my head hurts.. “ you lied, just trying to get alone with him. he gave you a puzzled look but led you to his room upstairs, surprisingly it was pretty neat for a college boys room. you sat down and watched him close the door behind him, the music being drowned out by his heaving footsteps approaching you.

too nervous to say anything, hyunjin sat next to you, watching your tits bounce with the bed. you didn’t know it but hyunjin liked you as much as you adored him.. though in a much perverted way.

you take the chance and turn yourself around to lay down on hyunjin while he rested on his elbows. “ the musics so loud.. makes m’ head hurt. “ you slurred, unsure of where this boost of confidence was coming from. maybe it was the fact that hyunjin wasn’t good at being discreet when he stares. “ do you mind staying with me? i would love some company right now. “ you whispered, hand traveling up and down his toned body, breasts pressed up against his chest, ass sticking out slightly. you stared at his exposed midriff, admiring his porcelain skin and the prominent vline that you could see under his jeans.

he could feel his pants getting tighter as you dragged and teased him with your finger. “ gorgeous, i know you aren’t tipsy.. ive been watching you since you’ve came. if you wanted to stay with me you could’ve said so. “

an uhm croaked out, lips agape slightly. “ it’s alright with you..? “ you asked quietly, moving your hand dangerously low. he nodded and grabbed your small hand, intertwining it with his. it was much bigger than yours and his veins were visible.. his long slender fingers concealed yours, guiding it to where his bulge was located. “ s’ big and hard.. “ you mumbled, biting your flushed lip.

he let out a small laugh, watching his eyes crinkle. “ take it out, baby. “ hyunjin reassured, unbuttoning his pants, leaving you to unzip and push his garments down.. his cock flew up, almost slapping his exposed bellybutton, precum dribbling out his slit. you were too enamored to say anything, just stared at his dick between your fingers. that’s when you leaned down, collecting the salty residue that was leaking out on your tongue, using your warm tongue to glide over his shaft, slowly licking up and down his veins, wanting to savor everything. it’s not everyday that you have hwang hyunjins cock in your mouth.

quiet groans escaped past his pouty lips, gently caressing the side of your head as your tongue worked its way up and down his girthy cock. you moaned against his dick in bliss, sloppily making out with it. hyunjin thought it was the hottest thing ever, how you used your filthy mouth to desperately kiss and suck on his dick, how your lipstick smeared on your pretty lips and how his dick was covered in lipstick stained kisses.

your legs were pressed together, your white panties completely soaked as you continued to stuff your mouth with his cock. he gently facefucked you, snapping his hips up into your mouth, making desperate attempts for you to take him in fully. you gagged and whined, taking him out your mouth with a string of saliva still attached to his pink tip. your mouth hot and open with drool all over your chin and your eye makeup pouring down your cheeks.

“ holy fuck. “ he mumbled. you sat there and watched him get up, eyes glued to his erect dick, too distracted when hyunjin pushed you down on his bed, you whimper and watch his needy hands snake up your dress to tear your panties off. whining as the cold air met with your heated cunt.

“ it’s funny.. white is a color for purity and innocence and you are none of those things. “ he joked, spreading your legs apart and harshly squeezing the fat of your thighs. your puffy and swollen cunt exposed for him.

“hyunjin.. “ you weakly whined out, squirming around as he played with your clit with his tip, bucking your hips forward so pathetically. “ what do you want, princess? “ he questioned, wanting you to humiliate yourself underneath him. “ fuck me, please. please sir? “ you nicely asked, your eyes shut while your cheeks grew hotter.

“ of course, baby. “ — a slap to your face made you open your eyes, staring up at him in disbelief. your cheek stung but oddly enough it aroused you. “ look at me when i fuck you, alright? “ you nodded, too dumbfounded to form a sentence.

and without warning, he rammed his whole length inside you, your pussy contorting itself around his fat cock. “ f-fuck! “ you yelled out, his fingers being shoved in your mouth to keep you silent.

he was so rough with you which was unexpected— hyunjin was always so sweet and clumsy, you never thought he would be this type of man in the sheets. but it was a welcoming surprise.

hot tears started to stream down your face, looking up at hyunjin as his lips curled into a smirk. “ you’re crying? but weren’t you just being a total whore for me? sucking me off when we’ve barely known each other? “ he spat out, his words making you cry out even more.

your hands weakly held onto his arms, unable to do anything while he pounded you into his mattress. your moans were so distorted, moaning out his name and chanting curses ; spreading your legs further more so he could go balls deep inside you and his tip constantly kissing your cervix. it was too much for you.

your pussy squelching around his thick cock, squirting countless times and him still relentlessly fucking you. your clit abused as he slapped and rubbed it, how your face scrunched up and your eyes furrowed in worry — and his favorite part, how your tits jiggled everytime he thrusted into you. watching them bounce was enough to make him finish. “ who’s my good girl? huh? say it, slut. “ he said behind gritted teeth, grabbing your face and squeezing your cheeks between his hand, sticking his thumb inside your mouth.

“ im -im your good girl.. fuck! im your best girl, please.. hyunjinnn~ “ you rolled his eyes back, and kept slurring his name. “ look at my stupid whore, already cockdrunk.. “ he groaned, finally releasing creamy, hot ropes of white inside your cunt. watching his cum spill out from your abused pussy and fall on his wet sheets.

your whole body went limp, a sticky, sweaty mess but he still held you close to his chest. “ i don’t think your roommate would want her dress back. “

#skz #skz changbin #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids #hwang hyunjin #skz minho #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #skz bang chan #skz han #skz seungmin #stray kids hyunjin #straykids x reader

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cultofdixon · 11 months

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Bundle up next to me

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • The period between the farm fire to the prison, no one talks about enough. Granted, why would you want to remember a time you felt extremely useless when helping the ones you love? • ANGST/SFW • TW: Illness / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

When you’re a little kid, watching the snow fall from your bedroom window was always an exciting thing. School closes…you get dressed in warm clothing…and you run outside to build a snowman or have snow ball fights with the neighborhood kids.

Well

This time didn’t have that feeling.

Waking up to find out that it snowed over night, lead the group in the house they were in—-to slightly panic. Rick needs to get his wife and son warm. Hershel needs to get his kids warm. They need to scavenge more for warmer clothing. Daryl needs to hunt whatever he can to provide for his family. There was a lot that needed to be done and Daryl didn’t wait to start hunting for whatever game could be lurking within the neighborhoods they hopped through.

Every new place they moved to, Daryl left for about an hour to go look for dinner. Even if it’s a bird. He’ll take anything. While Glenn, Rick, and Y/N took care of scavenging the houses for anything that will help them warm up. Leaving Maggie and Carol to start the fire and secure the places they lived in for everyone while they were out. Everyone had an assigned job during the winter.

But then there were down times…

“Y/N, hun, you don’t look too well” Hershel commented on her weak and pale complexion as she worked on a can of beans she found opening it for Carl.

The doc stating such caused everyone some alarm, if one of them were getting sick they’d need to be careful not to as well. But to also not lose said someone. Which was the thought that instantly coursed through Daryl’s mind.

“I’m fine, Hershel” Her voice was hoarse as she watched the concerned looks from Rick and Lori which made her get up from her spot to isolate herself. “Imma lay down”

“I’ll check on yea every hour. Just so you don’t get worse” Hershel frowns pulling his daughter Maggie aside along with Glenn and started discussing items that he will need that will most likely be in the medicine cabinets of homes surrounding them.

That when Daryl noticed the two get up after talking it out with the old man, he got up himself heading over to Y/N while removing his poncho.

“Oy, sit up” Daryl gave Y/N a look as she was confused but knew he wasn’t asking.

Y/N slowly sat up letting Daryl put his poncho on her and adjust it to cover all of her. He knew he would leave after check on her to find her a blanket or two that weren’t part of the surplus that Rick was hogging for his pregnant wife and son.

Daryl didn’t know much of how to take care of someone because no one correctly took care of him. But he knew by pressing the back of his hand to her forehead was to check for fever…and she was a bit warm. Least not the scary kind that yknow…turned people into walkers.

“Movin’? Again? Y/N is sick we should stay put a while”

“Daryl’s right, Rick. Not just that but we shouldn’t move too much for your pregnant wife’s sake as well”

“I found a house with a fire place. One not damaged by herds or human negligence. We can start a fire in that so it can remain ablaze while we slept at night.” Rick informs the two knowing their concerns. “We’ll be careful with moving the two. But I believe we can hold up most of winter in that house”

“If shit happens, it’s on you” Daryl states both of what he and Hershel were thinking as it wasn’t a good idea to move when the winter is getting even colder.

The Grimes took lead toward the house with the Greenes following behind them. Daryl currently carried Y/N in his arms as she was wrapped in all the blankets the archer had found her. While Glenn and Carol watched their backs.

Once everyone was in this new house, Rick and Glenn got to work on barricading the bottom floor’s doors and windows so nothing and no one could come in. Especially the snow. While Carol took care of sweeping the second floor before helping Daryl get Y/N situated in the one bedroom on the first floor when everyone else huddled with each other in the main room.

“Carol can yea—-“

“I’ve got the window” Carol went to barricade such while Daryl carefully placed Y/N down in the bed readjusting all the blankets she came with. “I’ll go get one of the can foods we brought from Glenn. See if she’ll eat”

“Okay…can yea get the thermometer thing from Hershel while you’re at it?” Daryl frowns watching Carol nod before she left to go such.

Daryl went through his pack to take out his canteen and opened it for Y/N, helping her take a sip of water. Even if she coughed a bit after such.

“Gotta get yea to eat somethin’ before I go out again”

“Be safe” She whispers snuggling herself into the blankets as Daryl brushes away the loose hair in her face.

After checking her temp, which hasn’t changed, and got her to eat a bit of the canned corn that Carol found, Daryl stepped out of the bedroom grabbing his crossbow and pack about to head out when Glenn shot up from his seat.

“Cool if I go with you?”

“Mhm” Daryl gestures toward the door indicating he’s leaving now.

The two set off to track what Daryl has been trying to find for a week. Hopefully a deer. The tracks were clear but it could’ve gone far that they can’t catch up. While Daryl kept his mind on the tracks, Glenn’s was elsewhere.

“Can’t believe she got sick man. That’s gonna be a difficult situation if it gets worse”

Silence

“If Maggie got sick. Boy I wouldn’t leave her side”

Annoyed silence

“If she gets worse, Rick might have us ditch her like we did Jim—-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP” Daryl snaps in Glenn’s face as the yell echoed through, startling a few birds but most importantly…the deer he’s been tracking. Glenn had zero time to register what happened as he quickly drew his rifle and instantly aimed at the deer shooting it.

The silence grew between them when Daryl went to check and make sure the deer was dead dead by finishing the job, before tossing it over his shoulders. He turned toward Glenn watching him anxiously hold the gun looking at Daryl with an apologetic look.

“I know you care about her, Daryl…I’m sorry for rambling about it. It’s just..”

“Scary. It’s fucking scary!” The archer snaps again, this time with a bit of regret. “I’m trustin’ Rick with everythin’ he’s doing. But if it comes to that? I’d kill him on the spot if he makes me leave the woman I care about”

“Woah. You’re scarier than I initially thought…but same. If yknow…it was about Maggie”

He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him when Glenn scrambled to say such. It was soon followed with a sigh as the two started their way back “home”.

“Hershel has been giving her cold medicine. Hopefully it works”

“It gets her to sleep. That’s all that matters for now…until we move again and she’s still sick”

“Well…if it makes you feel better, we haven’t had a walker incident” Glenn quickly ran over to a house knocking on the wood. “Knock on wood. We should be safe in the place we are in until the end of winter”

“Hopefully she gets better before then” Daryl states feeling Glenn pat his back in emotional response.

When the two returned “home”, Daryl prepared the meat for Hershel to get cooking on the makeshift stove they made in the fireplace. He got all the meat prepared so that he could clean himself up before taking the can of water off the brick near the fire so it was hot enough for the tea Carl found in the previous place before they left. He had heard from Hershel that tea could help so before they left, he searched the kitchen and found a few boxes before handing them to Daryl.

Daryl made his way back into the bedroom listening to the soft snores escaping the woman he cares so much for. He sets the can on the nightstand putting the tea bag in before bringing himself to sit on the edge of the bed. He knew he closed the door but he still glanced over in case someone had followed him in…he didn’t want what he was about to say to be heard by anybody but her.

“You better get better” He’s not very good at this.

“Just. Stop being sick.” Daryl scoffs a bit fiddling with his hands. “I don’t like yea when yer sick…granted never really seen yea sick” he’s REALLY not good at this.

Then a sudden giggle escaped her. Making Daryl freak slightly as he thought she was out cold. Guess she’s also a light sleeper like him. More things they have in common.

“Yea awake?”

“Am now” She whispers keeping her voice low and not using it much because her throat hurt. “You made tea?”

“Mhm! Uh. Want help?” Daryl asks watching Y/N emerge slightly from the blanket pile as he picked up the van holding it up to her lips helping her take a sip. She gently rest her hands on his wrists letting him help her but touching him in case she needs him to abruptly stop.

“thank you” Y/N smiles a bit through the grogginess and a bit of the sick pain. “you were saying?” She wanted him to continue what he was saying as his face suddenly flushed.

“I uh—-“

“It’s ok. ‘M getting sleepy again..” Y/N gently rubs her eyes as Daryl sets the can down lifting the blankets for her to lay back down before he covered her. Noticing how she would get comfy in his poncho first before the blankets.

“Holler if you need anythin’” Daryl whispers to her watching her nod but before he even got up, she grabbed his shirt.

“Can you stay?”

And no more words were said as Daryl moved to bring himself to lay down on the other side of her once he placed his crossbow on the other side of the bed. In case of emergencies.

At first the man laid on his back staring at the ceiling while Y/N faced away from him sound asleep.

Next Daryl closed his eyes as Y/N moved to lay on her back.

Then Y/N curled up into his side hiding her face toward the bed while Daryl leaned his head toward her.

Finally, Daryl subconsciously wrapped himself around Y/N as she had moved one of the blankets to cover him while she snuggled close to him. Enjoying every ounce of warmth the man emitted.

The click of a Polaroid camera was heard in the morning but it wasn’t loud enough to stir Y/N. But enough to get Daryl to glare at Maggie, Glenn, and Beth that were documenting the soft moment. Beth forced the camera into Glenn’s hands blaming it on him as she left quickly. Maggie carefully set the photo on the nightstand before quietly and quickly getting out of there with Glenn as he gently closes the door behind him. Daryl would later figure out that they only came in to check on him and Beth had found a Polaroid camera in the other room but wanted to join the two on checking on them.

Daryl sighs toward the three before looking down at Y/N who was still fast asleep through that all. He gently presses the back of his hand against her forehead no longer feeling the overwhelming burn that indicates a fever. Still a bit warm but not too alarming. He sighed once again feeling better that she was starting to get better.

The archer was about to get up, when he was tugged back down by the woman he loves. He situated himself to get comfortable again…letting her get situated in his embrace. He didn’t care if she was sick. He wasn’t going to not enjoy this moment.

“Yknow I care about yea deeply right?”

“Mhm…I care about you too” Y/N smiles against his chest knowing he wanted to also say the other thing, so she emphasized her words bringing her as close as humanely possible.

Y/N was still sick a few more days but the symptoms lessen as they went by. She didn’t even have to isolate at one point. When she was well enough to be around others, they had given the room to Lori so she would be more comfortable in a bed instead of a couch.

“Here” Daryl handed her another can of tea since the glasses were broken as he situated himself right beside Y/N. Letting her lean against him as the smallest touch made the butterflies flutter in his stomach. Making him smile out in the open toward her as she occasionally drank her tea.

“Look at what I found” Y/N whispers to Daryl showing the Polaroid taken a few days back as it made him blush looking at it. “I think it’s a keeper”

“Don’t need a picture when I’ve got yea right here” Daryl whispers to Y/N making her own blush appear as she tried to hide it behind the picture when looking up at him.

“True…but imma keep it anyway” Y/N smiles setting the can down and taking the journal out from her bag to put it in for safe keeping. Before grabbing a blanket that Daryl instantly took to cover her shoulders but she adjusted so that one half is covering him as well.

“Yer the one still recoverin’”

“Yeah but I’ve got my personal heater” She winks at the archer making that smile of his break through.

“Fine…bundle up closer then” Daryl whispers as Y/N did exactly that enjoying all it.

All of the warmth

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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reveluving · 7 months

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take me anywhere but home

summary: trystan always wants to take care of you, even if it's 3.12 a.m. in the morning.

pairing: m!trystan thorne x f!mc (written as ‘you’, no name usage)

warnings: mature/smut (minors DNI!), major spoilers from book 2!

a/n: in honour of the end of book 2 because the authors spared my heart (tq <3) and honestly? this is one of my favourite pieces I've ever written, and not just because it's Trystan. it's just a little reminder that we all need a break every once in a while, yknow? gave my all in this, especially for Smutember, so don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

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» smut includes; gentle (+ occasionally mean) dom!trystan, ‘beautiful’ as a pet name, nipple play, fingering, mild spitting, fingering, missionary, unprotected sex (p in v sex), praise kink, loads of kisses (a lot)—Trys is extra kinky but y’all already knew that. (prompts used at the end of fic!)

'But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.' ;

He groaned awake the moment he felt the side next to him unoccupied. It didn't take long for him to realize he had been hugging your pillow instead of you—you must've slid it into his reach when you got out of bed. Though he could’ve assumed you went for a quick run to the bathroom, he couldn’t help but glance at the door to the living room opened ajar, noticing the light slightly coming in.

And like a moth to a flame, the amber light was practically calling him to look for you.

He checked the clock on the nightstand, his brows shooting up in surprise to see the time; 3.12 a.m. You were normally back in his arms around 2.30 a.m.

Sighing, he stretched, joints popping and cracking as he did. It didn't take long for him to sit up, pushing the blanket off with his feet and trudging his way to the bathroom to splash his face.

In the midst of his awakening, he couldn't help but wonder what was different today. You couldn't be doing work at this hour, you (jokingly) promised not to touch a single file for the first few days of your well-needed break, and even if you broke your promise of straying away from work at least for a little while, it just didn’t feel right.

Big issue or not, something was obviously wrong.

He exited the bathroom, wiping his hands with a hand towel, only to freeze up as he heard rustling in the corner of the room, just next to the floor lamp. He looked over at the dog bed, breaking into a smile as Alice let out a whine. Her eyes darted to the door before focusing on the man before her, as if silently telling him that she, too, noticed. Seeing her endearing head tilt, wondering what either of them should do, drew a soft sound of amusement out of him.

Still, Trystan couldn’t help but let out a shaky sigh soon after. He had his suspicions, he just didn’t want to panic. Somewhere in the back of his mind, just the tiniest part of his brain, he feared the absolute worst. He even wondered why he didn’t scramble out of bed as soon as he noticed your lack of presence.

One may call him clingy from afar but he had a damn good reason for his concerns.

The very thought of you ending up like Juliana.

However, his more rational side was quick to dispel his doubts and nightmares. If anything did happen to you, which he hoped to God nothing did, one; he would’ve jolted awake at the sound of you fending off, for you were a force to be reckoned with, after all, and two; Alice could’ve easily smelt the first sign of danger and done her best to alert him.

“We won’t take long.” He reassured her, scratching the spot just behind her ears. It immediately soothed her worries as one of her back legs began kicking in delight.

He stood up, exiting the bedroom before closing the door, figuring this might just be between you and him for the time being. Thankfully, he was grateful for remaining level-headed for it took little to no effort to find you.

There you were, one of your arms spread wide on the couch with nothing but your panties and Trsytan’s dress shirt buttoned only at the collar. You were swirling your drink idly, barely acknowledging the soft clinks of the ice as they slowly melted in the glass. Though seeing you just two articles of clothing away from being naked, he was more focused on how preoccupied you were with your thoughts. Your face, though subtle, held a myriad of emotions.

But if he had to describe in just a few words, you just seemed emotionally exhausted, hidden behind a veil of indifference.

It didn’t take long for you to look up, feeling someone’s eyes on you from your shared bedroom’s direction. You knew it wasn’t Alice, you would’ve heard her nails clicking against the floor and rushed over to lay by your side. You blinked a couple of times, refocusing on the present as you were greeted with Trsytan’s presence.

"Hey," You broke into a tired but warm smile, “You okay?”

Even in distress, you were still looking out for others. You weren't as subtle as you were hoping to be, or maybe he has lived with you long enough to pick up your habits. The itty-bitty details that even your own uncle wouldn't be able to notice, and no doubt you wanted to keep it that way.

But Trystan was stubborn as he was gorgeous, which is the same sentiment he has for you, to no one’s surprise.

“I should be the one interrogating you, detective,” He cocked his head, “It’s way past your bedtime.”

You were tired, that much was certain, but you weren’t keen on the idea of going to bed at the moment. Not with the thoughts going through your head, maybe even reality settling in. The close calls, the sleepless nights, the ‘bathroom breaks’ you had to take during a brutal investigation, only to bite your finger to stop yourself from crying as soon as you leave the office.

You hid them well, but you should’ve known better than to think it could work on Trystan, too.

Not that you were able to fool the rest of the crew either. You learnt that after the third attempt, about two years into your job, coming back to your desk from an episode to find an array of small but meaningful gifts on your desk, including essential oils, a couple of your favourite snacks and a tacky ‘hang in there’ card with a cat on it.

Though it obviously didn’t magically wash your worries away, you did remember ending the day on a much lighter note than you expected.

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep. You'd think after being given a week off, I'd be able to sleep like a baby." You let out a soft, hollow laugh before taking a sip of your drink, “‘Drooling away’, as you’d tell me oh so affectionately.”

You were forced to crane your neck as he approached you. You would’ve made a witty remark about him standing before you in just his briefs if not for the slight frown on his face,

"I do miss seeing you drool first thing in the morning,” He dodged the playful swat of your hand, “C'mon, back to bed, you."

"I can't sleep though."

"We don't have to. I feel like you and I would be more at ease if we stayed together. I know what the mind can do to someone if they’re left alone with their own thoughts for too long." He clarified with a wry smile. When you lacked any response or even a sign to move, he knelt in front of you, grabbing your free hand to hold in between his, "What can I do to help you?"

You pursed your lips, knowing you couldn't talk him out of this one. Not with his insistence.

Instead, you sighed, patting the empty spot beside you.

“Sit with me?” He didn’t give you the time to finish your question, occupying the spot as soon as you pat the seat. You chuckled, more genuine than the last as Trystan snuck his arms around you.

You took another sip, but before you could allow the sharp liquid to flow down your throat, you felt Trystan’s fingers caressing the outline of your jaw. Holding your chin in between his fingers, he turned your head so he could stare directly into your eyes. As he leaned in for a kiss, his tongue slipped into your mouth, sliding against your own and absolutely hooked on the taste. Your taste.

Sweet, slightly smoky, with a smooth finish, especially the lascivious display he had you in—an ardent lover his absolute most to clear his beloved’s head, even for just a split second.

He swiftly took the glass out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table before drawing you into a deeper kiss as he effortlessly lifted you onto his lap. Your body could only droop in his arms in the same way your eyes did.

Warmth slowly spread through his chest, the chilliness he felt prior to waking up gradually disappeared as his body temperature rose.

You were no better, face growing hot as you reciprocated almost bashfully. You weren't shy, not by a long shot, but it did catch you off guard.

You were the first to pull away, feeling something similar to a whiplash. That didn’t mean you wanted it all to stop, and as if Trsytan knew you best, he continued, pressing his lips to your jaw down to your neck as he decorated you with kisses. You could only give into his ministrations, lolling your head back a little.

Looping one arm around his neck, you shivered as his breath tickled the crook of your neck. Trystan could've easily been lulled by the gentle brushing of his hair.

"We can always go somewhere tomorrow." He murmured, prompting you to look down at the top of his head.

"I think I'd prefer to stay home. Just a day or two. With you. And Alice, of course," You smiled, patting his other arm with your free hand, "Why? Did you have somewhere in mind?"

"No, no, you know me and my impulsivity. I just thought you'd prefer a little rendezvous, just the three of us. Take your mind off things," Trystan trailed off, hoping to lighten up the mood, “I heard the zoo here is pretty nice.”

You snorted, shooting him a teasing glare even if he couldn't see it, “And risk you pulling me into a pool like you did in Drakovia? You’re not fooling me, Thorne. I can hear it in your voice.”

“Well, I tried.” He shrugged, sharing a soft laugh with you, though his died down way before yours did as he pulled away from you just a little. You wondered if it was just you, looking over and furrowing your brows when you saw him suddenly staring into space, deep in his thoughts.

“Trystan?”

He heard you loud and clear, and yet, couldn’t help but mull over the mention of his old home. Particularly, a memory he could never forget.

"I... I'm really sorry. In the library, back in Drakovia. I didn't mean to snap." No matter how hard he tried, hoping his mind could finally acknowledge that you had forgiven him, and despite everything that happened, from murders to betrayals in less than two months, the flash of disappointment in your eyes still haunts him to this day.

"Hey, come on. If my own family started pointing fingers at me after finding a dead body in my room, I'd get pretty testy, too."

"Don't do that, please," You would’ve thought he was scolding you if not for the desperation in his tone, "It was not okay. You've been there for me through and through, and that was the thanks I gave you?"

It was clearly eating him up inside.

"Trys, I admit. It… surprised me a little. But you know I would've told you if it bothered me," Work or not, you never liked beating around the bush. You pursed your lips, trying to figure out a way to bring out his old, infuriatingly passionate self, "Plus, you apologized even before I could figure out how to… punish you for it."

You were beyond relieved to see him crack a smile, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Oh? And how were you planning on punishing me, then?"

"Giving you the silent treatment." You replied without missing a beat, your smirk widening as his face contorted into disbelief and horror, though you knew he was partially playing into it.

"That's just cruel," He frowned. You wordlessly shrugged, biting down the cheeky smile that threatened to slip off as you turned your head to the side with your arms crossed, "And childish."

You continued to 'ignore’ him, looking around the unit as though he wasn't present.

"You know it's not going to work on me."

As if on cue, a loud honk resonated from the road below, grabbing your interest as you looked over at the window to see what the fuss was about. You could play the game all day and he clearly couldn’t.

“Still not working.” He added, almost as if trying to convince himself.

Nothing.

You knew you had broken his resolve when he let out a disgruntled huff.

"That's it."

He surged forward, wrapping his arms around you before pulling you in for a bear hug. He kissed and gnawed on your neck, the ticklish sensation only caused him to tighten his grip as you futilely tried to escape his grasp.

“Trystan!” You yelped and squirmed, unable to control the giggle that bubbled in your throat as he pulled the button-up you wore down, exposing more of your skin for him to attack, “C’mon, you’re not playing fair!”

“No? I thought the rule was simply not to speak up. So,” He cast you a shit-eating grin, “I win.”

You groaned dramatically, letting your head fall back to his shoulder as you succumbed to his cuddling tendency. You weren't fooling anyone with your supposed exasperation, though, and you couldn't resist either. So, you took everything he had to offer.

Nothing could deter you from the warmth he exuded, both inside and out. Not even as it began to drizzle in the night, raindrops pitter-pattering against the window.

Alice, too, probably understood that the two of you were fine, and was now sleeping soundly.

To him, this was peace; waking up not even at the ass-crack of dawn and rambling about the prizes you’ve won as a kid or making plans to drop off Alice at his sister’s while the two of you try out the dining in the dark experience restaurant that just opened the other day.

“Hey,” You said, looking over your shoulder. He hummed in response, wanting nothing more than to feel you. Talk to you. Listen to you. Anything to have you with him, despite the weighing guilt of momentarily making this about him instead of you, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

He finally opened his eyes, half-lidded and almost as tired as you were. No longer because of the lack of sleep but at the mere thought of his old home, the sheer whiplash of it all. Everything that happened in Drakovia felt like a fever dream; the good, the bad, and the utmost ugly.

“I’m sorry, too.” It may have been your line of work but he couldn't imagine being subjected to the chaos you two had endured, had he decided to fly home to solve the case and then come back to the States with anyone but you. Plus, the childhood reminiscing, cultural tours and sexual escapades he was able to share with you were what made the whole trip more than just bearable.

He didn't need anyone to tell him that his family was in fact not normal, and he most certainly wouldn't have vocalized his distaste in their ways if not for the agency.

That was not to say he was a coward, and he still loved his family. Every day, he thanked the universe for the outcome. Had he held onto a sliver of hope for some sense of belonging with the line instead of fighting for what he truly believed, who knows how it could’ve ended?

But it all hardly mattered now. His life wasn’t about Drakovia anymore, not to that extent It was no longer about the short-lived commodity and ‘hoping for the best’ as he did before and after his exile. Whether it was anything as mundane as being stuck in traffic with the crew or as ridiculous yet domestic as falling in the bathtub with you while giving Alice a much-needed bath. His life was nothing short of an adventure with the people that he, as cliché as it sounded, has seen as his own family.

Your eyes fluttered open as he planted a kiss on the nape of your neck, a delicate touch. One after another, his lips ascended to the sweet spot where your neck and shoulder just met.

Your breath hitched as his cold hands took hold of yours, swiping his thumbs over your knuckles. His hands then slowly travelled up your arms, imagining the goosebumps rising under the sleeves. With his shirt buttoned in a similar fashion to an off-shoulder top, he pulled the collar down your arms, just until your cleavage became more visible.

You could feel him smile into your back at the sight of your hardened nipples peeking through the material.

"Trystan..?" He hadn't spoken a word since his hands began to wander all over your body, and it remained that way for a couple more seconds as he trailed his lips across your newly exposed skin.

"Hmm?" He hummed, coming up at your eye level as he hooked his chin on your shoulder. Following his gaze, you watched your reflections in the window. It was unclear from the raindrops trickling down the glass, but enough to make out just how naked the two of you really were.

"I just…" He piped up, but not before moving to your other shoulder to peck and nose at, "I just want you to let it all go. Lose yourself to me."

You were like a fish out of water; it shouldn't have surprised you as it did, but something about his tone, the yearning, the sheer need to lift off the weight that you've been carrying for a while. You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry now that you’d grown soft, letting your vulnerability seep through. You weren’t stupid enough to show your sensitive side out and about, but with Trystan, it felt wonderful to have someone ready as he was to take the reins.

"Can you do that for me?"

Then again, maybe you do know what to do.

You nodded deliberately.

"Can you say it for me? Please?"

“Yes,” You muttered under your breath, “Yes. Please, Trystan. Whatever you want.”

“No,” He raised your hand, kissing the back of it before looking into your eyes, “I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

He patiently waited for your reply, lips quirking in amusement as his eyes flitted to the way you ground your hips instinctively.

“Whatever I want…” You dragged his hands upwards, and instantaneously understanding your desperation for his touch, he squeezed your breasts before haphazardly doing it again upon sliding them under your shirt. His cold palms only caused you to jolt as he rolled your pebbled buds in between his fingers.

Grunting as he cupped your breasts, he pecked your forehead for your attention. You peered up at him, your eyes lost in the moment of lust before widening as Trystan leaned in. Your state of surprise allowed him entrance through your lips, licking the inside of your mouth as his only form of sustenance.

You could feel the patch forming in between your legs, though Trystan's sharp eyes were quick to notice how your thighs were rubbing together.

He broke the kiss, your breaths ghosting over each other's lips, "Feels nice, doesn't it? Letting someone else take control?"

One of his hands left feathery touches as he reached down to your panties; black, cheeky underwear with a lace trim that he's known and loved. He slipped past the waistband, though not touching the spot you needed him most just yet. Instead, he took a handful of the material via your other leg opening before pulling it upwards, cupping your sopping pussy.

Had you not reacted in such a lewd way, suddenly digging your nails into his thigh and arching your back, you would've noticed the lazy smirk forming on his face.

He then lifted the hem of your shirt, catching a glimpse of the tightened fabric rubbing in between your folds.

"I'd love to know what my darling wants." He reminded with a purr, shamelessly gazing upon the erotic display.

"I–!" You cut yourself off with a whine when he pulled the front from side to side, "Trystan, please! Please…" You placed your hand over his, the one playing with the bands of your underwear. He immediately let you take control, releasing his hold in favour of feeling your slick by brushing his fingers along your lower lips.

"You're dripping." He sighed in absolute bliss, imagining the slickness already coating his fingers before pulling his hand out of your panties without a warning.

Your protests died on your tongue when he let out a deep growl.

He turned you around, chest to chest before pressing his lips to yours with urgency. In the midst of your passionate embrace, Trystan began to sit up on his knees, manoeuvring you by the waist so you laid on your back. His knees were on either side of you, his right arm holding himself up on the seat just over your head.

He took a moment to appreciate you, his chest heaving as the lights of the bustling city surrounded you from behind like a golden halo crown.

He reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek before leaning in for a smooch. Soon, he trailed soft kisses down your body.

You squirmed, hands resting on his shoulders as he descended. His lips lingered in the valley of your breasts, locking his eyes with yours as his tongue flicked and swirled around your nipples. He did the same to the other before proceeding to your tummy, but not before playfully pulling the bud with his lips.

Your hips continued to buck, seeking relief as his firm chest hovered just over the one place you yearned for the most.

“Easy,” Judging by his tone, he was enjoying this a whole lot, hiding the smug as he held your legs down. Figuring that he has left you enough kisses for the time being, he finally reached the flimsy material between him and your, well, his pretty pussy. His words, not yours, “How shall I go about this, hm?”

He dragged his fingers up and down your clothed sex, biting his bottom lip as you ground yourself against his teasing, “Is it just my hands that you want? Slowly stretch you open with three fingers? Or does my beautiful detective wish for my tongue as well?”

He licked a long stripe up the damp fabric, daring you to break eye contact. Your hand shot to his hair as you jumped.

“Or,” He held onto your thighs with a smack, “Both? Will you let me taste you a bit, too?"

“Yes! Both! B-Both, please, Trys!” You begged with a gasp, resisting the urge to just claw at his pesky hands. He offered you some mercy, but not before removing your panties painstakingly slowly. Carelessly tossing the little cloth behind him, he whistled at your glistening pussy, waiting for his attention.

“Both it is.” He wasted no time, dropping his head and licked into you as his tongue could reach. The sight of Trystan’s sturdy physique holding onto your legs like you were a lifeline as he buried his face in between your legs seared into your mind. Just as you bucked again, he pulled away but was just as quick to slip his middle finger into you.

You clenched around him just as the obscene squelch reached his ears, his finger bottoming out at his knuckles. He pulled his head back, only to surge forward once again to suck on your clit. He shook his head, soaking his lips and chin with your juices.

Satisfied with the way his fingers shined and glistened, he sucked on the juices before spitting it into your pussy. As if he wasn't a menace enough, he stuffed the same fingers back into you, with some of the spit mix leaking out.

This time, the pistoning of his fingers quickened, his lips parting as you did out of pure bliss. You could feel yourself trickling down, smearing your tight hole before the couch itself. Not that you cared, and neither did he.

Your legs trembled, and before just as you felt the rush of heat across your body, you forced him to stop by the wrist.

Trystan's brows shot up in surprise, and understandably so. Any signs of his tiredness seemed to have disappeared with a snap of a finger as he crawled over closer to check up on you. However, you didn't spare him a second and captured his lips with yours for a desperate kiss.

“N-No, no. I need you,” You muttered, his forehead resting against yours as he tried syncing his heartbeat with yours from the instantaneous high. His fingers remained stuffed inside you, now moving languidly. You choked out a sob, eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Fuck, please Trystan! Fuck me.”

Seeing you fall apart just by his hands and voice, begging him to take control was enough to result in the raging hard-on he was sporting. Each time he rutted against the seat felt almost painful just as it was more addicting than the last.

Like a man possessed, he did as he was told, removing his boxers with his free hand while kissing away the tears of pleasure that threatened to spill.

Slowly sliding his digits out of you, he unabashedly appraised how soaked three of his fingers were, especially glistening in the light. As much as he wanted to just suck it all off in one go, he, instead, licked your juices off his index finger.

"How could I say no?" He cooed, finally ridding the briefs as his cock sprung out. Beads of precum dribbled down the sides, visibly aching to be inside you. Trystan threw his head back as he stroked his cock, electricity coursing through his body as he sought even an ounce of relief from your juices alone.

You whimpered, clenching around nothing and absolutely yearning for him. Naturally spurred by your neediness, he towered over you as he trailed butterfly kisses up your frame, his unfairly large stature easily eclipsing yours.

Staring into your eyes with his half-lidded ones, he rested his forehead against yours, whispering in a tone that nearly moved you into tears for a totally different reason.

“There's no greater length I wouldn't go to to make you happy.”

Your throat tightened at his words, levelling his vulnerability just as you were to show you there was no shame in you being human.

You sniffled, nodding thoughtfully as you hooked your arms around his neck. He nuzzled the side of your face, whispering sweet reassurances before lining himself up against your tight slit.

He slowly pushed forward with a heady groan, gritting his teeth as he slowly breached your already clenching walls. He hung his head for a moment, feeling lighthearted from your intoxicating warmth despite not even halfway in.

“Fuck," He drawled, the very girth of him throbbed as he eased himself in inch by inch and ignoring his need to go to town with you. It took a lot in him, especially the way you huffed and moaned so deliciously in his ear. He knew you loved it, but you didn't need that right now.

“Trys–tan…!” You pleaded, pushing your hips back into him as he pulled out until the very tip, only to gasp sharply as he drove into you once more. He battered your cunt immensely, fueled by the way your nails dug into his back as if he may float away if you let go. He was so sweet, going slow yet deep if the way his muscles flexed was anything to go by.

A wanton moan slipped past your lips. You felt full, you were full, finding yourself in a drunken haze as he railed into you, coaxing you, or better yet, demanding you not to hold.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” His breaths grew ragged, fading into a disbelief chuckle, “That’s it, beautiful. Squeeze my cock, just like that.”

“M—Mn–gah–!” The second you felt him reach that one sensitive spot inside you, the pitch of your voice grew higher, "Right there..!"

His pupils were dilated, determined even at the very sound of your ass slapping against his thighs. You felt dishevelled, but Trystan thought were a sight for sore eyes, ready to be admired and worshipped.

"Gonna cum already?" You were too fucked out to think of a remark about the hint of condescension in his voice, though he made it up to you when he pounded into you a little faster, making your toes curl. It was all too addicting, despite the burn in your thighs from rolling your hips in hopes of chasing your high faster than you already were.

"Do it. Cum on me, make a mess. Bite me, scratch me, do whatever you want. I got you." He left open-mouth kisses up your jaw as his blown out pupils gazed upon yours.

With a final trust, you spasmed around his cock with an almost silent moan, holding onto him with a violent shiver. The way you clenched around him so tightly, almost constructing had one of his knuckles turning a tone lighter, clenching the seat hard as he spurted inside as you came as well.

His chest heaved, holding onto the little strength he had left to suffocating you if he were to ever fall in your arms. He didn't though, as breathless as he was, he still catered to you, leaving lazy kisses wherever he was able to reach.

It took the two of you a minute, probably even more, but he found the will to move, slowly easing himself out and cooing at you as you whined. Feeling your cum and his dripping out slowly when he hoisted you into his arms, now leaning into him this time.

The two of you remained still, minus the exchange of kisses and worn out smiles with one another. There was no need to rush, even when the occasional tremors of your thighs or Trystan's heavy breathing have stopped after some time.

"Trys?" You whispered, throat a little raspy from your whines and screams. He held his hand up with a ‘hang on’, standing up with a slight shakiness in his knees, not bothering with the briefs he had tossed to the floor as he casually walked to the kitchen. You remained on your back, hearing the fridge door open before it closed. He then whirled around to the bedroom door, initially planning to get a towel and a blanket, only to stop dead in his tracks.

He didn’t know how to feel about going commando while Alice could potentially wake up, especially after the noises you made.

He felt stupid but he'd prefer it as such rather than traumatize your sweet girl.

Instead, he decided to check the guest bathroom.

He returned with two towels and a cold water bottle in hand, twisting the cap open before offering it to your lips. You gulped a good amount, just until Trystan was confident to pull it away and have a sip on his own.

He even made drinking look good, your eyes darting between his bobbing Adam’s apple and the sheen of perspiration glazing his body. Half bottle gone, he placed it next to the now watered-down beverage, covered and trickling with condensation. He then grabbed the blanket conveniently draped over the headrest, for movie nights where you would likely fall asleep in front of the TV.

He took a good couple of minutes cleaning you up, wiping off the beads of sweat then the oozes of cum between you thighs with the second towel. He did the same for himself but not before passing you the bottle once more, silently telling you to drink a little more.

He fell back on the couch with a contented sigh, opening up his arms for you to join him.

“Come here,” You did as he told, snuggling in his chest and letting out a squeak as he smooched the crown of your head a couple of times, “You were saying?”

"Let's do something later." You turned your head upwards, watching his eyes gleam at your suggestion.

"Anything you'd like." You didn’t think this through, but you did know that you wanted to do something. Just then, you remembered the food market being held in Williamsburg for the next couple of months.

“There’s this Japanese food place that I’ve been meaning to try at Smorgasburg…” You began, but you didn’t have to explain any further for him to be on board.

“Consider it done,” He then squinted his eyes, focusing on the arms of the clock hanging above the TV, “It doesn’t start until 11, right? Might as well get some shut-eye in the meantime.”

He was right, the vendors wouldn't be open until another five hours or so, and as if on cue, you were hit with a wave of tiredness. Your eyes began to feel droopy, prompting you to make yourself comfortable in his arms.

“Is that a yes?” He asked with a chuckle. You nodded with an ‘mhm’, “Thank you.”

“For the nap?” You quirked a brow, his expression settling into a warmer one as you smiled at each other. He closed the distance between your faces, pressing a kiss on the apple of your cheek.

“For everything.” He could go on and on about how much his life changed when the two of you met and vice versa, but he’d rather not give you a blackmail-worthy material if he were to ever talk nonsense in his sleep, although he had no doubts that you’d prefer otherwise. He was starting to doze off just as you did, pulling the covers higher before flicking the lamp light switch off and letting you snuggle against him. Your only source of light being the twinkles and glimmers of the city itself.

That brought a bright smile to your face, touched to see just how far you were. You really have fallen hard, but what was new?

It’ll be another day once the sun shines, but for now, he could rest easy, and so could you. And even if you did wake up past what was initially planned, or if the day remained too rainy for you to head out, that was fine, too.

With Trystan around, there wasn't anything for you to worry about.

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» prompts used ;; 3. let me taste you ; 8. sweet & slow ; 24. worship

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