#Dwight Loop

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

After Dark - A David Dastmalchian Thirst Trap

Chorus Loop Version

[fantasticfairfield]

It was hard to find people that stood out amongst the sea of doppelgangers that was the survivor side of things. He catalogued each one, and the more he wrote about them as individuals the sooner he learned that they were far too similar for his liking. Jakes and their tendency for the woods, Mikaelas and their passion for story crafting, and Dwights with their anxious demeanors. Like Chihuahuas in the cold, shaking when they could feel the Ghostface's eyes peer into the back of their necks.

But on occasion he finds someone worth that gaze, worthy of some extra attention. And how telling that the only thing this Dwight had to do to seem interesting was have some sort of recording device on standby, which peaked the stalker's interest like an albino hare amongst the dull coated normals.

Perhaps it was boredom that made him step out from the shadows, catching the survivor at a campfire by his lonesome. Perhaps it was fascination that made the cloaked figure speak. "Where'd you get it?" - @insidious-journalist ( <3 )

The camera almost tumbled out of his hands, fingers just barely properly catching the straps along the sides. His attention snapping up towards the Ghostface. The initial fear fit with ever other one of his iterations, but, slowly, it gave way to something bordering on biting irritation. Abnormal for most of their ilk. It's not quite clear if he's misregistering this Ghostface as another, one he's had more interaction with, or not. But either way a thick sigh issues from his throat, amber eyes squinting slightly up at him. "I...found it. What do you want, Danny?"

His tone is almost flat, almost bored. At the campfire he generally considered himself safe and felt less on guard. Only time would tell whether or not his slip into this side of the fog would cause that sentiment to bite him in the ass.

[dbdannoyingnancy]

[virginsexgod69]

❝ Video Star — ✩❞

pairing (Season 7) Negan Smith x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, slight humiliation, pussy slapping, bow jobs, name calling/ pet names, sex tapes, porn photography?

summary You and Negan have some fun with a digital camera you found on a run.

note ahh this is my first time writing for negan, so i hope it's okay... jdm is just tooo fine. i have wild thoughts whenever he's on screen 🫦

1.5k words

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"Smile!" you said before snapping the photo, taking Dwight off guard. The picture was blurry and unfocused and due to the flash, he was squinting and not even looking at the camera.

"The hell?" he questioned looking at you crazy. "It's a camera, duh. Found it on a run," you explained. He walked off in an annoyed huff leaving you wondering what crawled up his ass and died. You continued walking about the sanctuary taking pictures of unsuspecting people.

"Laura! Say cheese," you prompted the blonde woman as she approached you. She rolled her eyes and held her hand up to the camera, affectively ruining the picture.

"Negan wants to see you," she said. You turned off the camera and looped the strap around your wrist before heading toward his room. What is was he wanted, you had no clue. Your relationship with the man in charge was an odd one. Toeing the line between wife and solider, you had no clue where you stood. Sometimes he sent you on runs, other times he spoiled you with little treats so you wouldn't have to spend any of your points. Once, when he called you in to have a glass of 30 year old scotch with him, the two of you ended up fucking in a drunken haze which lead to regular hookups. You knocked on the door once you arrived and waited patiently for him to let you in, wondering what he wanted and hoping it was to hook up.

He opened the door, revealing him leaning against the door frame in his white t-shirt with Lucille in hand. You stood there nervously, not knowing what to say or what mood to expect from him.

"You just gonna stand there lookin' stupid or you gonna come in?" He asked. He had such a way with words. You stepped into the large room and let him lead you to the couch by the small of your back. You sat in the chair facing the couch he took a seat in.

"Got a little somethin' for ya," he said with a wolfish grin on his face. You relaxed a little as he seemed fairly happy.

"What is it?" you asked, excitement lacing your voice. He reached behind his back and tossed a ball of white fabric at you. You held it up and revealed it was a sheer, lace babydoll dress. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized that he expected you to put it on.

"Um...could you look away while I change," you asked shyly.

"I've seen you naked, been inside you, but you don't want me to see you change?" he mocked.

"Neeegaan," you whined. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but covered his eyes with his hand nonetheless. You made quick work of stripping off your clothes, including you underwear, and put on the sheer number. It was a bit small. It struggled to contain your breasts and stopped at your mid-upper thigh, but to Negan, it added to your sex appeal.

"Goddamn, baby. You look fuckin' hot!" He said as he admired you. It was so sheer it barely left anything to the imagination and the lacy parts made you look angelic.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you teased with newfound confidence brought on by Negan's words. Then you remembered your digital camera. "Here." You tossed the camera to him. He caught it and smirked when he realized what it was. A lustful look washed over his eyes as he turned the device on.

"On your knees," he ordered using his leader voice. You quickly and eagerly obeyed him, which only made his dick harden in his pants. He walked over to you and grabbed you jaw in a large hand, tilting it up to look at him before snapping a picture.

"Just look at you. My pretty little doll." And that's exactly what you felt like. His pretty little doll. His to dress and pose and fuck however he wants. It made you wet, giving him full control over you like this.

"Take those panties off." Your body was hot with lust and shame as you slid the moistening garment off your body.

"Get on all fours." You did so and he manually readjusted you to how he wanted. Your ass in the air and back arched with your chin rested on your arms crossed beneath you. The skirt of the dress slid up your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Negan snapped a few pictures of your face before moving behind you. You squeaked in shock when you felt his finger slide up and down your slit.

"Damn. So wet and I barely touched you." The humiliation of him taking pictures of your bare pussy only made you wetter. You got on your knees again and turned to face Negan.

"Let's make a sex tape," you suggested as you fiddled with his belt. His signature grin blossomed on his face and he looked down at you with lust filled, hazel eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" He started recording once you got his belt off and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up, hitting his abdomen and revealing veins you could only see when he was erect. You took him in your hands, licking the precum off his sensitive tip before taking it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it while slowly stroking the rest with your hands.

"Quit your goddamn teasing and suck my dick," he impatiently demanded. You looked up into the camera with mischief laden eyes as you took the rest of him into your warm mouth, earning a guttural moan from the man. Your pussy fluttered at the sound. Eager to hear it again, you stopped teasing and picked up the pace. But it must not have been enough since Negan grabbed into your hair and began fucking your face at his own rapid pace, ignoring the way you gagged around his large member and the tears streaming down your pretty face.

"That's it. Takin' me so good doll." Your cunt throbbed at the praise. He was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside your mouth. He groaned as he emptied his white hot load down your throat.

"You did so good baby," he praised as he wiped the tears off your face with his thumb. He helped you up off the floor before pushing you onto his bed.

"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours." He spread open your legs and zoomed the camera in on your soaked pussy. Your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, as well. He delivered a rough slap to your pussy, forcing a moan out of you.

"You like it when I hit you, huh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he did it again.

"Please Negan! Need you so bad," you begged from beneath him. He ignored your pleas and directed the camera to your breasts, which were barely contained by the babydoll. He pulled them out with little effort. He gave you the camera to hold while he focused his attention to them.

"Such pretty tits," he complimented before nipping your nipple. You squealed in shock and pleasure. He had never done that before, but you liked it. With a flattened tongue, he licked the nipple he bit, soothing it before taking it into his mouth. The scratch of his beard felt so good on your sensitive, bare breasts. He rolled the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, causing you to squirm.

"Need you inside," you slurred. Negan pulled away from you r breast with a pop and took the camera back from you.He zoomed in on his own hard-again dick as he lined it up with your sopping hole. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly. You moaned in ecstasy as he finally put out that fire that was burning in you. He didn't hesitate as he started thrusting into you at a merciless pace. The leader couldn't decide if he wanted to focus the camera on the way your cunt swallowed him hole, the outline of his dick protruding through your stomach, your tits as they bounced in unison with his rapid thrusts, or your eyes rolling back in the head of your fucked out face. He zoomed out, capturing the beauty of it all.

"Such a good little fucktoy for me," he admonished. His words brought you closer to the edge as your walls clamped down on his cock.

"Negan 'm gnna," your own moan cut off your nonsensical, fucked babbles.

"So drunk on my cock," he grunted as he filled you with his seed, not waiting for you to reach your own peak. But he didn't have to since you came right after, arching off the bed. He pulled out and zoomed the camera in on your abused cunt. His cum slowly leaked out of your hole and onto the dark bed spread. That was the perfect place to end the video, he decided.

"Hot damn. Were you a porn star before the world went to shit?"

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not proofread, sorry! thanks for reading! <3

i uploaded this from my phone, so sorry if it's a bit of a mess.

[xsolaresx]

daryl dixon.: love goes through the fire

pairings: daryl dixon x fem! reader wife!

summary: after being kidnapped and tortured by Negan, the reader does everything she can to make Daryl feel better.

warnings: angst! sad! graphic description of Glenn and Abraham's death! mention of torture! only depression from here on!

word count: 3,9k

Author @xsolaresx  

notes: English is not my first language, so there may be some grammatical errors.

The noise still bothered me every night. Whenever my eyes closed, even for just a second, the sound of the bat repeatedly hitting Abraham's skull and then Glenn's tormented me. 

One hit after another, and at the end Negan's diabolical laughter. 

I could still feel Glenn's blood dripping down to my knees, I was so close to him that after it was over I was covered in his blood and the scraps of skin that flew off. No matter how many baths I forced myself to take, that sticky feeling of fresh blood never left my skin. And sometimes I still found a patch of my skin with a crimson tinge impregnated in it. 

My dark circles told anyone who saw me that I hadn't slept for days. I kept reliving the moment like an endless loop in my head. I still remember how that day began, that week, that month, how the whole situation ended the way it did. 

Hilltop had enemies, and Alexandria needed food. One thing led to another. 

First the massacre at the outpost, then the kidnapping of Carol and Maggie. Everyone had questions about whether it was the right thing to do, whether killing so many people was worth it, whether it was worth seeing another sunrise under so much blood. 

But Carol felt more, the deaths she had caused were beyond counting on her hands. We all kill to survive, but she was molded in this world, she wasn't raised with Rick's hero instinct, or the strength that the trauma and torture that Daryl suffered at the hands of his father and brother did to him. It was too much for her, she couldn't look us in the eye anymore, so she ran away from everything and everyone. 

There was no concrete reason for so many deaths, they were evil, weren't they? They killed people, and they die at the hands of our people. We did what had to be done. We saved a community from the so-called Saviors, but it couldn't have been that easy, there were more of them, there always would be. 

Daryl had to see it first hand. Denise died in front of him by her crossbow. It made him furious, we saved Dwight in the burning bush, helped him and his wife only for him to do something terrible in the end. Daryl had shown them a way, but they couldn't believe that was salvation.

He had to go back there, he had to finish what he didn't finish. He thought it was his fault that Tara no longer had a girlfriend. If only I could have stopped him before...

Everything happened so fast, Maggie got sick, we had to get her to Hilltop. I thought I'd meet Daryl at night, in our room, I'd arrive and he'd be waiting for me, he'd apologize for leaving unannounced, we'd talk and make things right, and then we'd sleep together and have a new day. 

But that day never came. 

They surrounded us on the road, left us with no way out and took us exactly where they wanted us. The frightening whistles were the prelude to something much worse to come. After that I only remember seeing Daryl shot and bleeding being dragged to the wheel, Abraham offering himself up and dying by the bat. 

Little by little I saw the terror forming in Rick's eyes. In all the years I've been with him leading this group, this was the first time I'd seen the elder Grimes lost, with no way out and praying that this madman wouldn't take someone else from our family. 

But Dixon got angry, he tried to get to Negan. And the next thing I knew, the bat with the barbed wire was next to my face. Daryl screamed so much, screamed, cried. 

"It's all right, my love. I love you, it wasn't your fault” I could only look at him, knowing that he would be the last thing I saw before I left calmed me down. 

Negan started smiling and swinging his baseball bat between the two of us. "What the fuck! Let's see what we've got here, guys."  

“P-please... no-no” 

“You'd better shut the fuck up, Rick! Or your dear son's next.” Negan shouted when Grimes tried to intervene, he knew that if I died Daryl would never be the same. "So you're a couple? Dwight's best friend has a wife? hohoho this just gets more interesting!"

“If you lay a finger on her I'll kill you, you bastard!” Daryl wasn't the type to take a beating quietly, even though he was losing blood and had a gun to his head he was going to try and fight back.

“Ah, but I'll remember that very well, dear Daryl... You know what... I'm tired of all this, why don't we just get it over with, huh?” The next thing I saw was blood gushing everywhere. One second I had Glenn, my best friend, the person who had saved me in so many ways by my side, and the next I had a lifeless body. 

Daryl was taken away that night, as a guarantee that we would stay on the line. And only God knows what happened to him during those days.

I couldn't bear to see him so bruised and dirty the first time the Saviors came to Alexandria. That wasn't my Daryl anymore, he looked so fragile, wounded, defeated. He was no longer the survivor who could take it all.

“No! He's my servant now, you don't talk to him, you don't look at him, and I don't make you cut off any part of his body.” Negan shouted when Rick tried to talk to Dixon. “And that goes for everyone, even his wife, understand?” I couldn't walk away, I needed to hug Daryl, tell him that everything was going to be okay and that I was there, but I couldn't risk someone else in our family, so I just turned and walked to our house, mine and Daryl's, unable to hold back the tears any longer. The last thing I heard was Negan's shrill laughter. “That one knows how to take orders, Rick!”

A few days had passed since then, we hadn't heard from Daryl, Maggie was hiding in Hilltop, which was under threat from the Saviors. Rick went out every day in search of supplies for the Saviors, and I... couldn't leave the house. I couldn't leave the room, the bed where I could still smell Daryl.

Frantic knocks started at my door, and when I opened it, I saw Gabriel. "He's back, Y/N. He hasn't done anything yet, but he's back with Carl, they're at Rick's now and he's not back from his run with Aaron yet. I-I don't, we don't know what to do, Judith is there with them and..."

"Gabriel, breathe. It's okay.” I held the priest by the shoulders, trying to calm him down. Everyone was lost, scared. “Tell everyone to stay in their homes, they mustn't have come for anything else, so don't provoke them, okay?” 

“But Judith... I... I promised Rick I'd look after her...” 

“I'll go, okay?” I grabbed my sweater and left the house in the direction of Rick's. If Carl is back with Negan, it means that the boy went after him planning some revenge. He's so young, but he harbors so much anger, he's lost so much to this world. 

“Hold it right there, cutie,” one of Negan's henchmen stopped me on the front steps of the house. 

“I want to talk to him.”

“You can let her through, let's hear what the wife has to say” I stared at the man until he got out of my way. I was angry, the way he called me 'wife' only reminded me that every day Daryl was in prison, being tortured by him. “Hello, my dear, to what do I owe your presence in my humble abode?” Negan was sitting on the balcony with Judith on his lap asleep, Carl was next to him without the bandage on his eye with a sad and angry expression. I completely ignored the killer and turned to the boy.

“Are you all right, Carl?”

“Yeah. I'm fine, he didn't do anything,” he replied, lowering his head. I turned to Negan, who didn't look the least bit happy at being ignored. 

“I want to see him.”

“You're going to have to be more specific, sweetheart.”

"I want to see my husband, see if he's alive. You can search me, I don't have any weapons after you took them all. Take me with you to him." A devilish smile appeared on his face. 

“You know, I can see that you don't look so good after I took your man, but I don't know if I was very clear when I said that he's now my servant, maybe you won't like what you see, your husband isn't the most sociable.”

"I know he's not, but I've seen worse. I need to see him alive, it's okay if he's dirty." 

"Ah girl, you're a tough nut to crack. But I understand, I can't go too many days without seeing my wives, Carl here has met some of them and he can tell you how hot they are! Tell you what, I'll talk to Rick, we'll settle up and if I'm still in a good mood you can come with me." 

“Thanks”

“Oh how I like that word, thank you.” Then Spencer arrived, started his plan to take Rick out and ended up dying. Eugene was going to be taken away for making the bullet. 

“You're gonna take me, right?” I shouted as Negan neared the gate, about to leave. 

"Y/N... what? No." Rick tried to approach but I moved away, I needed to see Daryl.

“I almost forgot the wife, search her, you're coming with me in the truck”

I kept quiet the whole way, blindfolded, the truck had three seats, the driver was some kind of savior who kept quiet and Negan made me stay in the middle of them in case I decided to jump out during the journey. 

“I told them to give your husband a bath, you know, to make him look more presentable, but no intimate visits, I don't want him to get too comfortable with all this” Negan said when we stopped in front of a room. “I also took him out of his cell, that's no place for a lady like you, my love”. When the door opened I saw Daryl in the corner of the room, a little cleaner, but cowering in the dark with an angry look on his face, but when he saw me he turned away from the wall in anguish. Dwight was in the other corner, standing guard. “I thought you guys would be more comfortable with an acquaintance on guard.”

“Not the best, but thanks,” I said between my teeth, looking at Dwight, who couldn't take his eyes off Daryl.

"What the fuck, baby! If you thank me one more time I won't be able to let you go, you've become my favorite." Then he left, closing the door. I ran over to Dixon, throwing myself into his arms, but he didn't return the hug, still focused on the other man in the room. 

"No, no, please, look at me, darling. Don't focus on him, focus on me, please.” I ran my hands over his face and turned him towards me, tears starting to well up in my eyes when I saw the bandage on his shoulder where he had been shot. “I missed you so much, are you okay?”

“I don't think he's going to say much, he probably doesn't even remember how he does it, does he Daryl?” 

"Shut the fuck up Dwight! If you don't I'll come over there and smash your face in” I turned to him who just laughed weakly and left the room. 

“You have to get out of here, you can't stay, I can't protect you... them... them” his voice was broken, as if he hadn't spoken for days. 

“Shiii, it's okay, I just came to see you, he's taking me back, we made a deal... What did they do to you, darling?”

“It was my fault”

"What? No, it wasn't, everything's fine at home, everyone's fine” He pulled my hand away from his face, moving away from me. 

“It was my fault, Glenn, then Maggie, she died because of me” 

“My goodness, no” I moved closer to him so that no one would hear. "Maggie's fine, the baby's fine, we did it so he wouldn't get suspicious. Everyone's fine” Daryl pulled me into a long-suffering kiss and began to cry, grabbing me in a hug, I sat on the floor with him still clinging to me. Dixon looked so broken, he wasn't the same strong guy who did everything for Rick. We stayed like that for a few hours, I ran my fingers through his hair to calm him down, he didn't sleep, he was on the lookout for any threat, but he closed his eyes, enjoying the affection. Until our bubble burst when someone opened the door. Daryl got up at a speed I didn't think he could manage, weakened like that, and promptly stood in front of me, protecting me from whoever came in. 

"Visiting hours are over, honey. I hope you didn't take your clothes off after Dwight left." Negan entered the room with a smug smile, covering his eyes with his bat. 

“I'm very well dressed, much to your displeasure,” I said, getting up and standing next to Daryl, who promptly grabbed my hand. "I have to get back, but nobody's forgotten you here, okay? We'll get you out of this, sweetheart."

“I wouldn't be so sure, but now Laura will take you back, and I hope your puppy behaves better after the visit.” Negan left and a blonde woman came in, waving us out.

I hugged Daryl one last time, kissing his forehead and left the room. 

The days passed more melancholy and with preparations for the war against the Saviors approaching. Rick got help from the people at the Dump. We were on our way to Hilltop to talk to Maggie and get her support. 

But when the gates opened, my vision blurred with tears... Daryl was there, a little shy, but waiting for us halfway. 

I threw my backpack on the floor and ran as fast as I could to him, his arms already open waiting for me, and he kissed me with such urgency that I lost my breath. We stayed like that for a few minutes, crying and hugging, until Rick approached us in silence, his smile unmistakable. 

I broke away from Dixon, making room for Rick and the others to hug him. Joyful laughter with tears coming out of me. 

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“We can't try anything without Hilltop's weapons, we have a lot of personnel, but it's still too little, and we're vulnerable that way.” Maggie said after we left Gregory's room, the asshole would rather spend his whole life under threat than fight back. 

“She's right, but maybe I know someone who'd be interested in helping... they call themselves The Kingdom.” Jesus intervenes, from the corner of the room, where we're hugging, Daryl squeezes my hand with an air of hope and I can't help but smile at him with confidence too.

“Do you think they'd be allies in the war?” Rick asks, shifting in his seat. The situation isn't the best, I realize that now. I was so numb from missing Daryl that I didn't focus on protecting the community, and Rick had to handle it alone. 

“They also suffer threats from the Saviors, but the community doesn't know about it, only the leader and people they trust.” 

“He doesn't want to create panic or riots for no reason,” I say and everyone agrees. “So, what are we waiting for?” With a nod from Rick, everyone leaves the mansion and heads for their cars. The whole time Daryl didn't let go of my hand and I didn't make a point of complaining, he wasn't one to show much affection in the midst of so many people, but after everything that happened to him, I understand. 

The Kingdom was very large, with many warriors training and many families, protected and happy. I squeeze Dixon's hand tighter when I see a couple with a newborn baby surrounded by elderly women. He stares at the couple and lowers his head.

When we enter the auditorium, the first thing that catches our eye is the huge tigress sitting next to a guy on a kind of throne. Rick shies away from approaching her, but they talk normally. Until Morgan appears, and Daryl asks me quietly where Carol is. “It's a delicate subject, but if Morgan's here she must be all right, you know she's tough.” He nods, even though his curiosity isn't quenched, he knows it's not time.

The King didn't accept our proposal, but gave Daryl the freedom to take refuge in the Kingdom for as long as he needed. 

“We need to go Y/N, they can go into Alexandria after Daryl.” Rick appeared next to us as I was saying goodbye to Dixon, I nodded and he walked away. 

“It's temporary, when this is over you're not leaving my side anymore, okay?” I held Daryl's cheeks and he bowed his head sadly. 

“I want to go with you, I want to help put an end to this”

"You'll help, my love. Staying here, safe. Maybe you can convince the King, we need him."

“You know I'm not that diplomatic”

“Let's look at this situation as an opportunity, what do you think?” I smile to break the mood, Daryl gives a sad smile. “I'll never leave you, my love” I say more seriously so that he feels the truth, these days away from him were the worst and I don't want it to happen again.

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“Look, look, look, Rick Grimes has come to greet me on my doorstep!” Negan and his henchmen arrived shortly after we got back from the Kingdom, someone up there is surely on our side. "I love seeing your abandoned dog face, Rick, but today my business is with your little friend's wife. Why don't you bring her to me?" 

Rick nods begrudgingly, turns and starts walking towards the main house where we were all gathered, waiting for some sign of Grimes. 

“He wants to talk to you.” Rick approaches and says quietly. “Be careful, he's unpredictable.” 

"That's all right, Rick. I'll put him in his place, I've had enough of this.” I walk away quickly, anger overflowing just knowing that because of him my Daryl is shaken. 

“Y/N, no, wait.” Rick tries to stop me, but it's too late, I'm striding hard towards Negan. 

“I hear you want to talk to me.” That maniac's smile only gets wider when he sees me.   

"Oh, hello, darling. How are you? Miss your husband?" 

“You've got to be kidding... of course I miss him, if you don't remember you took him away from me and I'm very possessive of what's mine,” I say through my teeth. If he thinks I'm going to be compassionate and keep my mouth shut, he's mistaken.

"Wow, that's what I like about you, darling. You're tough as nails,” he says with a mischievous laugh. "The problem is that your husband was very moved by your visit, you know? And he must have thought it was a loophole for an escape." 

“Wait, what?” I say exasperated, I've always loved acting. “You mean you've lost my husband?” 

“I thought you could help me find him.” 

“You're unbelievable...” I whisper indignantly. “If you think he's here you can look, have your goons search every house, every manhole or cupboard in this place.”

“You're always a refreshment to me, darling, you always know what I want.” I roll my eyes as he sends his men to search Alexandria. 

As expected, they find nothing and leave, promising to return next week to collect supplies. 

“I have to go, Rick,” I warn Grimes. To avoid the risk of them following me, I waited a few hours after they left, and night came. I need to see Daryl, he won't stay another night thinking we've abandoned him. He gets up from the rocking chair on the porch of his house with Judith on his lap and approaches.

“Okay, but be careful, make sure no one's following you.” Rick hugs me in his fatherly way. We were always close like brothers, after I lost everything Rick was there as a leader for everyone. “And send him a hug, tell him we miss him.” 

“I will.” I say goodbye to him and kiss the head of a sleepy Judith, who gives me a smile. I grab a car and head out through the cellars of Alexandria, towards the Kingdom, towards Daryl.

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“She's magnificent” Daryl was standing next to Shiva's cage when I arrived at the Kingdom. Quiet and shrunken, just stroking the snout of the tigress who melted at his touch.

“She is.” he confirms with a frown. I moved closer until I could see tears forming in his eyes. I quickly bent down, sat next to him and hugged him tightly, which he reciprocated. 

"It's all right now, my love. I'm here, you're not going to stay away from me any longer.” I tried to calm his crying, which was only getting more intense. I've never seen Daryl so broken, he seemed to be accumulating all the suffering, the pain, waiting to fall apart on me. He would never do that to anyone else. 

“I got scared.” Daryl says after he calms down. “I was afraid of losing you too, losing our family.” 

“You're not going to lose me, ever.” 

“But what if it does?” Daryl lifts his head with a more serious look. "When they tortured me, all I could think about was you, that you'd be alone out here, unprotected. They could do anything to you to make me accept the fact that I was nothing in that place. And I felt like nothing."

“No, no, no.” I pull Daryl's face so that he pays close attention to me. “You're not going to lose me, you know why? Because your wife is strong, she'll go through hell to pull you out of the fire and when I can't do it anymore I'll have our whole family helping me, because I love you, Daryl, we love you. That's what love does, it turns us into fighters, people who would do anything for the one they love. I love you, Daryl.” Tears flowed non-stop from my eyes and Daryl's.

“I love you, Y/N” His lips met mine fervently, it was a needy kiss, as if he had been thirsty for days and I was his oasis in the desert. I gave myself completely to him, wanting more and more all the time. 

We were too wrapped up in our bubble, completely forgetting that Shiva was still in the cage next door, and an imposing roar from her broke us out of this bubble of lust. 

“I don't think she likes not being the center of attention,” we laughed when we noticed the tigress's angry face at being left out. 

“She'll have to accept it, because now my only attention is on my wife.” 

[scnderlands]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝒟𝐼𝒮𝒯𝑅𝒜𝒞𝒯𝐼𝒪𝒩 — a.wesker

warnings + tags — MINORS / AGELESS BLOGS DNI, female reader, tentacle / monster fucking, dub-con, swearing, slapping (face and ass), double penetration, forced oral (you’re choking on a tentacle), creampie, p in v sex, nipple play, biting, marking, 2.8K words

authors notes — so this is a short rewrite / repost of an oldish fic, but I just love dbd, wesker, and tentacles, so what better to rewrite than that? it’s a lot shorter than the last version though, we got straight to the fucking.

  the shockwave boomed through the air as yet another friend was sacrificed to the entity. that made two of them already gone, leaving just you and dwight to do the remaining three generators that were left.

 the terror radius pounded in your ears from all sides making it nearly impossible to tell where he was, and there was no sign of dwight, no sign of him being in chase or doing a generator. you crouched down behind the sofa as the killer dashed through the building, checking on the objective closest by.

 “shit, that was close…” you let out the breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

 “hey,” dwight whispered from the open door at the back, “you okay?”

 “yeah, I’m good, are you?”

 he nodded in reply, biting his nails as he looked around nervously. he was terrified and it wasn’t hard to see that, he always was, no matter how many times he was in a trial. you sighed to yourself knowing that nothing would get done if your teammate was too scared to do anything for the remainder of the trial.

 “dwight?” you shuffled quietly toward him, “go do the generator down the end of the street, and I’ll go distract wesker, okay?”

 the hesitation of your friend was obvious, the way he slowly opened his mouth to speak but then closed it again, he gave you a sad nod and started carefully sneaking towards where you told him to go. you took a deep breath and shook your head, wondering how you always get yourself into these stupid situations for the sake of other people.

 you quickly vaulted the side of the house window to make as much noise as possible, running in a straight line to the other side of the street and as far away from dwight as possible. it didn’t take long for you to hear your heartbeat getting louder and louder in your ears, so much so that you could barely hear anything else.

 “there you are,” the familiar snarky voice spoke from the other side of the car from where you were standing.

 you gulped at the sight of him, your legs going weak at the knees but you knew you had to distract for as long as you possibly could, no matter what. you knew deep down you had no chance of keeping him in chase for three whole generators, especially because you knew dwight would hide the second  wesker and yourself got a little too close for his liking.

 without a second more hesitation, you turned and took of into the house at a full sprint, running through the living room and vaulting out the kitchen window to the side — it didn’t give you much distance considering wesker’s dash meant he caught up to you almost instantly. you ran the same loop as much as you could, vaulting the window and going back through the door, and he followed just the same.

 the entity finally blocked off the windows to you, and you didn’t notice until you were being slammed up against the wall next to it. you let out a gasp and cough, and stumbled through the living room, completely winded from the hit — you swore he managed to crack a few ribs from the way you were slammed against the cabinets. there weren’t any pallets left on your side of the map, most of them used from your now dead teammates, so instead you chose to run upstairs even though you knew that was probably the worst idea you could make — you’d stand a better chance running around the cars outside. 

 wesker gained on you instantly, dashing past you in the bedroom and stopping just shy of the window, blocking your escape route. he gave you a devilish grin, his eyes glowing menacingly behind his sunglasses — it was over, one generator hadn’t even popped and he’d already caught you, sure you could run back down the stairs but what was the point?

 “doesn’t seem like your friend is doing much, does it?” the killer spoke, taking a step closer to you and making you take one back in response until your back was flat against the wall, “I know you were just running from me as a distraction. had you made a deal with him, hm?”

 there wasn’t much you could do, he was stood toe to toe with you, staring down into your eyes with a finger hooked under your chin to force you to look up at him. he was right on the money though, that so called deal you made with dwight that didn’t exactly seem to be working out in your favour. it was obvious he’d been hiding, you know you’d been running long enough for at least one generator to be completed, and it didn’t seem like he’d been messing up and blowing it up at all.

 “so why did you bother chasing me if you knew I was just trying to keep your attention?” you questioned, venom laced words because you didn’t have enough courage to spit at him.

 “you’re telling me you’ve not noticed? I thought you were smarter than that, dear…” he trailed off as his finger ran down the middle of your neck and halted part way down your chest, a quiet chuckle escaping his throat.

 “notice what?” your voice was barely noticeable, too embarrassed to speak as his other hand rested beside your head, caging you into the room, obviously in response to him noticing you oggling the doorway and stairs.

 “never you mind.”

 wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips ghosting yours for only a second before he leaned down to your ear, “why is your heart beating so fast, are you that scared of me?”

 you held your breath and squeezed your eyes closed, you couldn’t even reply, it was like your throat had closed up — even if it hadn’t, you still wouldn’t be able to speak, there was nothing you could say in response. every nerve in your body was on fire, your stomach began doing flips, and you couldn’t help but get that warm sensation between your thighs that made you have to squeeze them together. you gulped and shook your head to yourself, you couldn’t get turned on, or even think about anything like that. he’s a killer, an evil man who takes pleasure in hunting you and your friends down and sacrificing you to some spider-legged being.

 “I don’t take kindly to being ignored.”

 his words pulled you from your thoughts, making you gasp for the air that you’d been depriving yourself of, “yes, I’m scared of you.”

 he smiled, “good.”

 his breath was hot against your neck, and it made the hairs on your skin stand on end. his hand moved down from your chest and brushed against your hip, just at the gap where your shirt rode up a little bit and exposed your skin. his leather covered hand pushed under your top, slowly working its way around until he had a firm grasp on your waist.

 “wait, what’re you—“ you began to speak out against his actions but were sharply cut off by his lips meeting yours.

 it was surprisingly more gentle than you’d expect from someone like him, yet there was still force behind it, a hunger that he needed satiating in that exact moment. his hand tightened against your side while his other hand interwinded in your hair, pulling your head back so he could kiss you easier. you couldn’t pull away from him seeming how pinned you were against the wall, you pushed your hands against his chest in an attempt to protest but it didn’t make a difference — he was infinitely stronger than you, and you knew that he’d get what he wanted one way or another, whether he take it from you or you submit to him.

 “were you not being a distraction for your good friend to complete the objective?” he barely pulled away as he spoke, his tongue trailing along your bottom lip, ready to plunge itself into your mouth the second your lips parted.

 you wouldn’t kiss him back, and you surely wouldn’t let him stick him tongue in your mouth, but he had his ways. one harsh bite of your bottom lip forced you to gasp and part your lips for just an instant, giving him the perfect opportunity to move in. he let out a satisfied hum as his hand moved further up your side, his other hand joining to help push your shirt further up your body until your chest was exposed to his touch.

 “wesker, we can’t—“ you managed to stutter out between his incessant kisses, his hands wandering and groping at your chest continuously, pulling and twisting at your hard nipples.

 “yes we can.”

 finally the echo of a generator being completed in the distance sounded, and your heart skipped a beat, a little smile creeping across your face. you were surprised dwight had managed to pluck up enough courage to even complete one generator, but it meant there was a chance you could both escape…you just had to keep wesker distracted long enough.

 wesker grabbed a hold of the back of your neck and threw you to the bed that was beside the window, you yelped at the impact and it wasn’t even a second before he grabbed your ankles and flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed towards him all in one fluid motion. his hands worked quickly at stripping you from your clothes, not giving you much chance for protest. before you could move your hands to cover yourself up, he was already on top of you, kissing up and down your neck while he slotted himself between your open legs.

 “don’t fight me, you know you won’t win…” he whispered in your ear with a mocking tone which made your stomach twist around itself.

 the familiar squelching sound of his tentacles sliding out from the sleeve of his coat filled the otherwise silent room, and he responded with a chuckle when your eyes widened at the realisation of what he was about to do.

 you shook your head and made an attempt to close your thighs, but his body made it impossible to even try. the tendrils slithered up your thigh, leaving a cool, wet trail behind them — you whimpered quietly to yourself as you felt the tip of one of them rubbing up and down your cunt, and you couldn’t help but shudder. you didn’t want to feel good, you didn’t want him to do this but the feeling of them touching you in a way you’ve longed to be touched was too much almost immediately.

 “w-wesker,” a quiet moan, “please don’t.”

 your begs fell upon deaf ears, after all he could tell by the way your legs quivered at his touch that you wanted this just as much as he did, maybe even more than he. the tentacle rubbed up against your throbbing clit, moving round in circles as much as it could to stimulate you while another prodded up against your hole. you winced at the feeling of it slithering its slimy way into you, stretching you out just a little too much for it to feel good straight away — but the feeling of pain quickly subsided as it began pumping in and out of you at a calm pace, pushing itself as deeply into you as it possibly could, the other tentacle still rubbing at your clit to distract you.

 “fuck—“ your back arched from the bed and your hands found their way to his shoulders, your fingers digging into his leather coat.

 wesker leaned down and kissed at your neck, biting and sucking to leave his mark while his uroborus fucked into you, gradually speeding up the more your cunt tightened around it. the knot in the pit of your stomach was building up too quickly, but he wasn’t done with you, as his lips met yours, another tentacle slipped into you; this time it was in your ass. as you gasped his tongue pushed its way into your mouth, moving and exploring just as his tendrils did to your holes.

 the sounds of moaning and your wet cunt being fucked started to fill the room, as much as you hated yourself for giving in and letting yourself be used like this, it felt too good to care. his tentacles all moved quicker at a different pace to one another, burying themselves so deep into you, you didn’t even know it were possible.

 “that’s it, submit to me.” he leaned back and kissed down till his mouth latched around your nipple, his free hand tugging and pulling on the other.

 “wesker—“ your back arched and your pussy clenched around the tentacles, his name continuously falling from your mouth as you finally came, hard.

 before you could even register your orgasm, the tentacles retreated back and wesker slotted himself between your thighs more snuggly. he teased his cock up and down your wet slit before pushing straight into you, not giving you a second to adjust to the girth difference before he was pounding into you. he fucked you with an ungodly speed, another proof that he wasn’t a human, he was something a lot more than that.

 “fuck…” his voice was nearly inaudible, but still you managed to hear him say something you didn’t think he’d ever say.

 he pushed your legs up to your chest and held his hands against the back of your knees, giving himself a better angle to fuck into you. every thrust had the tip of his cock kissing your cervix but it didn’t hurt, because every single thrust had him hitting that gummy spot inside of you that had a moan being forced from you against your will. it didn’t take much longer for his tentacles to reappear, multiple of them wrapping themselves around your legs and arms — two pushing themselves into your ass while two teased your tits. as you opened your mouth to beg wesker to slow down, a tendril forced its way into your mouth, pushing its way deep down your throat and making you gag with each violating thrust.

 your eyes watered, you were overwhelmed and overstimulated but wesker and his power showed no signs of stopping. he was going to break you, mind and body, and there was nothing you could do to stop him.

 the sound of another generator popped in the near distance and you couldn’t help but whimper, there was still a chance. your eyes were looking out the window toward the sounds as you felt a stinging pain across your face.

 “do not take your attention from me, from this.” he pounded into you with almost brutal force with each word he spoke.

 tears began rolling down your cheeks as you came again, you could barely breathe, barely see, barely even stay awake. your entire body ached with every hole being abused so brutally, so amazingly. you looked up at wesker the best you could but you couldn’t keep your eyes open. you could hear him laugh at you and say something, but you’re not sure what he said, you couldn’t concentrate enough. he used that moment to flip you onto your knees, his hands gripping tightly at your hips while he pumped into you, his tendrils still not moving from what they’d been doing all along.

 your upper body collapsed against the mattress, only your hips being help up by weskers grip on you. the sounds of your muffled moans, weskers panting, and the slick sound of tentacles abusing you was definitely loud enough for dwight to hear if he came anywhere near the house, but in that very moment you couldn’t care less. wesker slapped your ass with every few thrusts, his leather gloved hand making it sting just that bit more, but he intended for his hand print to be left behind long after he had his way with you.

 you couldn’t tell how much longer he was fucking you for, how many times you came and had your juices running down the inside of your thighs and onto the mattress below, how many tears you shed into the pillow your face was buried into but finally the final generator popped. it didn’t take wesker much longer to coat your womb with his cum when he heard that familiar sound — he wasn’t happy.

 his tentacles slowly removed themselves from your stretched and abused holes as he stepped away from you. you instantly crumpled into the bed and coughed, catching the breath you hadn’t been able to get for as long as his tentacle was shoved down your throat.

 “you stay here, I have someone else to deal with,” he stood and sorted his clothes out before brushing his hair back out of his face, “then I’ll be back to finish what I started here.”

[bullet-prooflove]

The Cowboy At Your Door: Dwight Manfredi x Reader (feat:  Bill Bevilaqua)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @skellyagogo @sca3a @kenbechillin @mandy426

Companion piece to:

Poker Face - Dwight's night takes a turn when he meets you for the first time at a poker game.

Dior - Dwight wakes up to the scent of Dior and lipstick on his chest.

Gunpowder & Roses - Dwight's enemies make a mistake when they come after you.

Hell of A Message - You send a message to your ex Bill.

There’s a cowboy at your door. One with a black hat, heated eyes and a smile that’s made for sin.

“I got your message.” Bill Bevilaqua says as he stands on your porch, his hands tucked into the back pockets of his Wranglers.

You tuck your hair back behind your ear so he can see the bruising blossoming across your features.

“I got yours too.”

His gaze darkens, his jaw tightening as he surveys the butterfly stitches, the busted lip. He reaches out, his fingertips tracing over the place where Joey’s ring split your skin.

“I’d kill him myself if you hadn’t done it already.” He tells you and you can see the sincerity of it in his eyes before you open your door and invite him into the house.

“We should talk.” You say and he doesn’t respond as he steps into your living room, drinking in the essence of you.

It’s the first time he’s been to your home. It’s light, airy and somehow cosy at the same time. Soft greys give way to berry and blush undertones creating a warmth that was never present in the house that you lived in together. His personality and heritage had dominated the ranch that you’d shared. It was always harsh, always masculine, the same way that everything was in his family.

“This is what our home should have been like.” He says as he turns to face you, his thumbs looped through the rungs of his jeans.

“There was never any room for me underneath all that toxic masculinity.” You remind him as you settle down into the stone grey love seat.

No there hadn’t been, not in the world you were both born into. You were the only child of Vinnie Cincinetti, head of one of the most powerful crime families in Oklahoma. You would have been a force to be reckoned with if you’d taken up the mantle, instead you’d been married off to the Bevilaqua syndicate because you weren’t the right gender to lead.

It may have been an arranged marriage but Bill had fallen in love with you almost immediately. Instead of being the pretty, little wife that sat at home and spent his money, you earned your own by running poker games and pulling in whales that thought nothing about throwing down six figures at one of the most exclusive card tables in the country.

It isn’t until he catches a snide remark from his cousin Frank that he realises that your success is making him look weak, like he can’t control his wife, that he’s not providing for her. The thing is, he’s never seen you as exhilarated as when you’re running those games. You’ve never been so happy, so engaged and he knows in that moment he has to let you go because you were destined to be much more than just a gangster’s wife.

So he divorces you, sets you free and he hopes that maybe one day, when you’ll return to him. It’s been five years since you left Kansas and you’ve still not come home. He’s starting to doubt you ever will despite the nights you’ve shared since.

He takes a seat on the sofa close to you, taking off his hat and setting it upon the dark wood coffee table.

“You need to meet with Manfredi.” You tell him, running a hand through your hair and shaking it out so it falls across your features. “Sort out this territory dispute before it turns into something.”

He sinks into the plush comfort of your couch, his gaze drinking you in. It’s only now as he looks at you that he realises you’re wearing a man’s dress shirt and it riles something inside of him.

“Darlin.” He drawls. “It’s already something. I can’t have New York coming here and stepping on my shit….”

“It isn’t really your shit though is it?” You respond, leaning forward and his gaze strays to the dip in the shirt you’re wearing. Your bra is visible, he can see the contrasting black lace against your skin. “You gave Tulsa to me.”

“You’re still an extension of the Bevilaqua Family even if we aren’t married anymore.” He reminds you, shrugging his shoulders.

“Tulsa is my playground.” You say fiercely before giving him a knowing look. “The real problem is you don’t like the fact there’s another kid playing in it.”

“No.” He says pointedly. “I don’t.”

You sigh as you recross your legs and he catches a flash of that tattoo on your inner thigh, the one that covers his mark. His family, they brand their property. Horses, drugs, their wives too. You hadn’t screamed when they’d forced it on you, you’d bitten down on his belt instead, stifling your agony. He still wears the damn thing around his waist, your teeth indentations still etched into the leather.

“I heard you got it covered.” He says gesturing to the space between your legs. “I want to see it.”

You sigh as you part your thighs, the dress shirt creeping up so that your black panties are on display. His gaze comes to rest on the greyscale dahlias inked onto your skin, they cover the entirety of the brand, obscuring it from view. He sinks to his knees in front of you, his calloused palm coming to rest on your thigh as his thumb traces over scarring underneath, the ‘B’ etched into your skin for eternity.

“I’ll always be a part of you.” He whispers, his lips ghosting over the edge of your tattoo. “And you’ll always have a part of me.”

Your hand rakes through his dark hair, grip tightening on the roots, making him moan against your skin. He’s been hard since he laid eyes on you, it’s the way he’s always been with you. He gets off on the coolness, the indifference, it only makes him try harder to earn your attention. You tug his head back to meet your eyes and his whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“So…” You say, your voice dropping an octave. “Do I get my meeting or not?”

He’d give you anything you in this moment because all he wants is to spend the night between your legs, his tongue thrust in your pussy until you see God. He wants to feel you coming on his cock as you use him like a fucktoy, like he’s nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.

“Bill.” You say, your voice like silk caressing his skin. “Do I get my meeting?”

“Yes.” He bites out.

“Good boy.” You murmur, your palm lightly slapping his cheek and his dick fucking leaks, smearing the inside of his underwear. “You can go now.”

“Dahlia…” He implores but he knows he’s lost because you’re wearing sitting here in another man’s shirt, your gaze already flickering to the clock on the mantlepiece.

“No Bill.” You say, indicating to the bruising on your face. “You don’t deserve my pussy tonight.”

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[hiro--aoki]

TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates

Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk

Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….

Y/N: Do drugs!

Michonne: Take more risks���

Y/N: Nah…

Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.

Carl to Y/N: Literally me.

*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*

Abraham: My tummy hurts.

Michonne: Can you name three risks?

Merle: Sex with no protection!

Carl: A gun with no safety on!

Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!

Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.

Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????

Aaron: B-cause.

Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny

Maggie: You’re not funny

Deanna: So, code A stands for….?

Daryl: Ass!

Eugene: Acceptable!

Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*

Y/N: Nerd!

Deanna: What about code C?

Maggie: Coffee.

Eugene: Calculated!

Deanna: Yes! How about code D?

Abraham: Deez nuts!

Sasha: Dangerous!

Carol: Destructive!

Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!

Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.

Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.

Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!

Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.

Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.

Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!

Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?

Merle: Weed!

Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.

Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.

Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…

Carl: My dad is a plane.

Andrea: My butt hurts.

Dale: *Gives strange look*

Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.

Dale: What?

Shane: Ha!

Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.

Amy: Real.

Negan: Did you wash your ass today?

Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?

Merle: Your mom

Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis

Judith: These gummies tastes funny.

*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*

Jesus: Smash

Ron: Bro’s him

Daryl: I mean he has all the skills

Carl: Bluds the main character

Y/N: You look like a potato

Dwight: You look like a trash can

Y/N: Nuh uh

Dwight: Yeah uh

Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*

Y/N: Stop!

Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!

Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts

Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress

Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!

Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.

Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!

Enid: No, no thanks…

Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*

Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*

Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….

Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.

Daryl: I can’t it’s too black

Glenn: Ayo?

Daryl: I meant too dark!

Y/N: Nah!

*Glenn adjusts lighting*

Daryl: Now it’s too white!

Y/N: !!!

Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!

Negan: BALLS

Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism

Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!

*Carl and Ron carrying a log*

Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s

Y/N: I want them up my ass

Enid: What?

Y/N: What?

*Truck passes*

Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’

Y/N: I can smell the air…

Daryl: No shit, sherlock!

Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-

Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.

Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?

Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.

Rosita: He’s scared of everything…

Eugene: Not pickles!

Beth: What song do you wear?

[abbiebsart]

Commission of… *check notes* “Dwight fairfield is done with looping, flying kick to Frank from the legion’s face while a Dweet watches on in awe.” Whew! Thanks @lordj44 !

[g0blintears]

Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Three. Prove Thyself

The trial at Ormond was a close call. The last gen had popped. Dwight, along with Claudette and Steve, were all on their last hooks, and the killer had placed the hex: "no one escapes death" somewhere on the map. Fortunately the new killer wasn't good, however, he wasn't exactly terrible either. Those knives he carries around were easy enough to dodge, especially when looping, but the trial was still difficult with Yun-Jin still learning the ropes of survival.

Still, despite all odds Dwight was still able to escape with Yun-Jin and Steve. Unfortunately he couldn't say the same for Claudette. Although three escapes counts as a win, he still felt like it was a loss. The male hated when someone would die in the trials. Being the smart one, and one of the first to arrive in the fog, he was always seen as the leader. So if anyone died during his trial, he felt like he let his teammates down.

Obviously Claudette knew the risks of taking the killer off of him so he could help the generators progress just a little bit faster, but he still felt responsible for her death. Hopefully in the next trial all four survivors can escape.

Dwight cringed in pain.

"Ow!" He hissed, one hand cradled his wounded stomach while the other fiddled through the medical cabinet. Right. He was still injured. Just before exiting through the portal, the killer managed to get one last hit on him, resulting in Dwight appearing in the medical cabin to deal with his injuries.

As he hurriedly took out items, Dwight wondered where you were. Usually when survivors escaped the trials with an injury, you would be waiting for them in the medical cabin to heal their wounds for the next trial, however, you were nowhere to be seen. So Dwight took it upon himself to at least stop the bleeding before he passed out.

Pressing a wet rag against his torso, Dwight took out a few gauzes, towels, and disinfecting sprays. His dark brown eyes searched for the pain medication, but as he gazed up at the shelves, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over. Gripping the counter, the male took a few shaky deep breaths. His eyes moved back to the shelf full of pills.

Reaching up, the male felt more blood seep out of his stomach, causing him to let out a sharp yelp. His grip loosened on the counter and he felt his body stumble back.

The male was about to hit the floor until he felt firm arms wrap around his torso. Dwight's eyes widened. The feeling of the stranger's arms, it was familiar.

He looked over his shoulder. To his relief, his dark brown eyes met your chilly [eye color] stare.

"H-hi."

"Hello."

The male tried to smile, but the pain in his stomach felt unbearable. "Agh!" He grunted, his hand gripping at his blood stained shirt.

Looking over at the closest empty bed, you firmly held onto the man and guided him over to the rows of cots just right of the medical cabinets. Helping him sit upright, you took a seat on the rolling chair beside the bed, and faced him.

"Could you take off your shirt?"

Dwight's face flushed, but he gave a curt nod and began to unbutton his shirt. As he took off his tie and shook off the white collared shirt, the male couldn't help but nervously gaze over at you as you took off your glove. No matter how many times he's been through the healing process, Dwight could never get used to your touch.

Dwight wasn't sure when exactly his feelings began to blossom into a crush. Was it before Feng showed up? Or after David's arrival? Time was nonexistent in the fog, and when he didn't remember his many deaths from the trials, his memories and feelings just meshed into a blur. Although he couldn't remember when his feelings developed, Dwight did know why.

The male watched as your hand began to glow. Although your expression was void of emotion, he could still see the focus in your eyes. Those eyes that were always vacant of expression, were pools of [eye color] that he always found to be a beautiful safe haven from all of his anxieties.

You were a being created from the darkness of the fog. A creature that served the very entity that would bring him and his friends despair, but despite all that, you always held such a peaceful aura around you that Dwight felt himself attracted to.

In his life before the fog, Dwight was always the punchline to someone's shitty joke. The smart one that people took advantage of. The one people looked at with eyes filled with arrogance and disgust. But you? Your eyes were always empty. You never once showed him hostility or looked to him for advice. You never once mocked him or asked him for favors with a fake smile and a sickly sweet voice. You were always real with him.

Around you, Dwight felt free of judgment and responsibility. Your presence was always calm, and your emotions always transparent. Of course, it was transparent because you didn't seem to have the capability to feel, but nonetheless he liked that you were always honest and that he could just be himself without worry.

He did have to admit though, he wished you were able to show emotions and thought. What sort of things would you like and dislike? What did you look like when you smiled or cried? What would you take interest in?

Who would you take an interest in?

Dwight's face heated up at the thought. No, he couldn't think like that. He had been in the fog long enough to know you held little to no regard for him or any of the other survivors. Your loyalty remained with the entity.

Dwight's eyes watched as you pressed a cold hand to his wound. His breath hitched in his throat and a low hiss left his lips. An icy yet soothing energy flowed into his open flesh. It was a sharp burning feeling that melted at his insides, but it slowly eased away the pain.

Dwight let out a shaky breath. His wound hurt like hell, but he couldn't fight off the blush that rose to his cheeks. Your fingers pressed against his skin felt good in the most shameful way. He had to admit, he wasn't proud of how happy he was by a simple skin-to-skin contact, but when it comes to you, healing was the only way he'd ever get to feel close to you.

It was a cruel reality Dwight had to face, but one that he's learned to live with. You couldn't possibly harbor his mutual feelings for you, but that wouldn't stop him from crushing on you, and with that, Dwight took any interaction with you to heart.

"So how has your day been?" He asked in an attempt to break from his thoughts.

Peering up, you glanced at Dwight briefly before moving back at your glowing grey hand, "It's been well. I've been busy assisting the two new additions get familiar with the camp. They both seem to be adjusting well to their surroundings."

Dwight nodded, "That's good. The new killer is, um, interesting."

"Indeed. He has yet to get a 4K, but his progress has been better than other killers in the past." Shifting your hand, you applied pressure to his wound once more; causing the male to flinch. "Proceeding with the outer healing process. Please don't move."

Dwight nodded, his eyes observing as your hand glowed and continued to mend his wounds.

"It's amazing how fast you can heal others." He commented, his eyes moving over to meet your eyes.

You looked at him briefly before turning back to his wound, "Compared to the natural human regeneration process, I suppose it seems quick, but for me it takes time. I need to disinfect the wound on the inside, restore cells, and use my own stored energy to speed up time and heal your body from the inside-out."

"That sounds complicated."

"Not at all. It's what I was made to do. I need to ensure all survivors are healthy to continue on in the trials otherwise the entity will be displeased with the sacrifice." Removing your hand from his body, you swiveled your chair away from the bed. "You are healed." You stated, before making your way to the medical cabinet to put away all of the stuff Dwight had previously pulled out.

As you cleaned up, Dwight glanced down at where your hand once laid. Instead of a bleeding wound, the male found nothing but clear skin. Placing a hand where his injury was, Dwight strained a smile. Yeah, it's what you were made to do.

"But still, you work hard, and I think it's really admirable how much energy you use just to keep me- I mean, everyone, alive."

You looked over your shoulder, your eyes meeting Dwight's gaze. The male pursed his lips, but didn't shy away from looking at you.

"You're just so calm and straightforward. Always doing so much for the other survivors even if not all of them are nice to you. Compared to someone like me, I think you're amazing."

Dwight looked at you with sincerity. He wanted you to know how much he appreciated you, even if you were just doing the bare minimum, even if you literally hold no emotions for him or the others, he wanted you to know he genuinely liked you and the presence you had in the fog.

But as he predicted, you didn't seem to understand.

"It's not hard work at all. It's what I was made to do."

Dwight sighed, but he nodded. Yeah, he figured as much, but he still hoped that you may have understood him by some miracle. But miracles didn't happen in the fog.

The two of you continued to stand in silence for a moment. Dwight, looking down defeated in thought, and you, staring at him with a nonchalant expression. All was silent until you decided to speak.

"You may put your shirt back on."

Turning back to you, Dwight's face flushed red, "R-right. Sorry."

Putting on his shirt and tie, Dwight got off the bed and followed you to the door. Stepping out onto the porch, the male scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous chuckle.

"So, umm...thank you. For, you know, healing me."

"It is not a problem. If you have any other injuries or concerns, don't hesitate to contact me. If I am not available, you can always wait for me at the survivor's main hall cabin."

"Right."

Taking a few steps back, Dwight allowed you to exit the medical cabin. He watched as you gently closed the door behind you and turned to face him.

"Did you still need something?"

Dwight let out a cough.

"If you need any help, I wouldn't mind helping you restock the store again."

The male fidgeted with his fingers as he looked at you thoughtfully. Although you may not understand his feelings, he still enjoyed being around you. He wanted to spend more time with you. To say he was desperate was an understatement. Dwight enjoyed your presence and wanted to be with you every chance he got.

So when he looked deeply into your vacant [eye color] eyes, Dwight already knew what you were going to say.

"Today I'm going to the killer's shack to restock merchandise, so your assistance will not be needed."

Dwight's smile faded, but he expected as much. Those hollow orbs of [eye color] were like an empty shell of a person. You couldn't and wouldn't ever understand him. That's where Dwight would always snap out of his own fantasies. You weren't human. You couldn't reciprocate his feelings no matter how many times he stayed by your side.

Dwight forced out a strained smile. "Alright. Some other time then."

You gave a curt nod and headed for the forest; making your way to the killer's side of the camp.

Dwight could only watch longingly as you walked away, his eyes trailed after you until you disappeared within the trees.

With a sigh, the male turned around and walked down the porch steps, making his way to his own cabin. As he walked down the pebbled path, Dwight heard a voice call out to him.

"Hey, Dwight!"

The male snapped his attention forward, his eyes moving over to the group of survivors sitting by the campfire. The one who called out to him was Zarina. With a grin, the Lebanese woman motioned for the man to come closer.

"Hey, come sit with us."

Dwight's eyes widened a bit in surprise. It wasn't like the survivors here were mean or two-faced to him like the people back in his life before the fog, but the survivors didn't really call out to him too often unless they needed advice or help.

Dwight purses his lips. Yeah, they most definitely wanted something from him. Why else would they call for him? The male wanted to just shake his head and continue walking, but he knew as the leader he couldn't just up and abandon the others when they needed him.

Letting out a small sigh, Dwight reluctantly walked up to the group and sat beside Adam.

Dwight looked at the group with a nervous smile. His eyes went around the campfire to the different survivors sitting in a circle until his vision focused on Yun-Jin Lee.

"Oh, hey again." Dwight acknowledged, a bit surprised to see her within the group. "I see you've met the others."

Yun-Jin smiled softly, her eyes moving to the other survivors who had welcomed her with open arms. "Yes, everyone's been very kind to me."

Dwight nodded. "That's good. How've you been holding up in the trials? Our last trial I've been focused on looping so I couldn't really help guide you through the gens as I promised." Dwight then grimaced at the memory of the killer setting his goal primarily on him, leaving Yun-Jin to fend for herself on an unknown map. Turning to look at Yun-Jin, the male sent her an apologetic frown, "I'm sorry about that."

At his words, Yun-Jin's eyes widened and she was quick to shake her head, "No, it's fine. I understand. I'm still not good with the generators, but I'm learning with time."

"That's good."

Dwight nodded, his eyes then wandered over the group. The entire circle was quiet, all of them looking at one another as though they were having some kind of telepathic conversation. It made Dwight worry. What was going on?

Among the silence, Zarina was the first to speak.

"So, Dwight, how have you been?"

The male looked at her in confusion, "Um, okay? I guess." He then shook his head, "Is there something you guys needed, or...?"

Min groaned. "Look, let's cut to the chase. How well do you know the entity's servant?"

Dwight looked at her in surprise. You? Why did they want to know about you?

The male scratched his cheek, "Pretty well, I guess? I sometimes help them with restocking and we have small talk, usually on my end, but that's about it. Why?"

This time, Adam cut in.

"Have they ever shown you emotion?"

Dwight furrowed his brows, "Not really. They're usually neutral to everything. Whenever I ask how they're doing they always give the same response."

Min looked at him to elaborate.

"Which is...?"

"They say 'well,' usually. But wait, why are you guys asking me all of these questions? What's going on? Is there a problem with them?"

The group looked at one another. Upon making eye contact with each other, they all seemed to have come to agreement to tell the anxious leader their plans.

"We think we might be able to change them." Zarina answered, causing Dwight's eyes to widen in shock.

Wait, what?

"Change them? What do you mean? How?"

Min shrugged her shoulders, "Being friendly, I guess. Sharing our emotions, thoughts, basically teaching them how to be more human."

"I don't think it'll work, but the others think it's worth a shot." Adam shrugged.

"What made you guys come to this conclusion?"

Min pointed to the silver haired newcomer, "Yun-Jin actually brought up a pretty good point about them. They don't hate us- actually, let me rephrase that. They don't gain anything from us. So, why not take their neutral stance to our advantage?"

"So we decided to come up with a plan to change them into being more human, or at the very least have some connection so we can persuade them to help us." Zarina added. "Since you're the leader and have been here the longest, we figured we'd ask you to help us with this experiment."

Dwight looked at the group in bewilderment. A chance to change you? Was that even possible? Ever since his feelings for you had bloomed, the male had taken any chance he got to spend it with you, but you never seemed to change. You were always stoic. You never gave your thoughts or opinions on anything, always leaving Dwight to fill in the blanks.

But maybe that's where he's been going about it all wrong.

Dwight's eyes widened in thought. He then moved his attention over to the group. "Are you guys sure you want to go through with this plan, and that it will work?"

Zarina pursed her lips. "We don't know, that's why we're asking you. We figured we would ask you since you seem to have the most experience with them."

"We did plan on asking you, then Claudette, Jake, and Meg to help as well." Felix added, "But we wanted to hear from you first."

Dwight bit his lower lip. A chance to get closer to you, to make an actual connection.

If what they said was true, that you had no gain from hurting them and simple existed on a neutral stance, then perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try. But first, they needed proof that you had the capability to learn empathy and adapt into human nature.

The male straightened up in his seat.

"Well, if this plan of yours is going to be in motion, first you need to reconsider the people who have been here the longest. Claudette is a good idea since she's very understanding and patient by nature, but Jake is more neutral with them and he is kind of hard to get through. As for Meg, that's just a bad idea. If anything it should be people who have a better relationship with them, or at least a more neutral stance."

Zarina nodded. "That makes sense."

Min then raised a brow, "So does that mean you're in?"

Dwight smiled, a light of determination flickered in his dark brown eyes. "I will try my best."

[marmie-noir]

Missed Shots and Apricot Kisses

Okay as someone with experience in competitive shooting Mitch's lesson cracked me up and I just love this man.

TW: Firearms, smut, no actual penetration though. Mild drug use (Apricot jelly)

The ring of a shot had me glancing over, seeing the dust puff on the barrel, showing whoever had finally squeezed a trigger had clearly missed the bottles lined up on the odd number of barrels before us. I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, not even drawing my gun yet. This was a fucking nightmare, it had to be. 

I glanced down the line of people. The entire staff of that weed store Dwight basically took over stood in a loose formation, paired with his driver. It was a sorry bunch of people. Also didn’t help that Tyson was holding his gun sideways.

“Fucking christ.” I grumbled, pulling my hair up into a ponytail as Mitch stepped forward. “All right fellas- and lady.” He paused, looking at Grace who looked like she’d been made to swallow a live lizard. I watched Mitch, seeing him do that frustratingly attractive move where he turned his hat backwards after smoothing his hair back. He grabbed his gun from the back of his pants where it had been tucked into his belt, lifting it. “You hold the gun in your hand,” He said, showing the weapon in question, as if needing to clarify what a gun was. “You bend your knees.” He patted his thigh before doing just that, adjusting his stance to have both hands on the weapon. “You use your other hand to steady it. You place the target in between the sights, and then you slowly and calmly pull back on the trigger.”     

When he was finished speaking he shot, the sound of glass exploding making me glance over at the barrels, unsure how to feel about the situation. After we’d been shot at, and Dwight admitted it might not be a one off, it was brought up that the rest of the employees might actually benefit from some firearm training. I was a pass, obviously, but there was no way I was missing this. Teacher Mitch was a little aggressive and it was kind of hot, but I was getting a headache from just how helpless all the other men seemed to be. 

“You do not fucking jerk it!” He snapped, lowering the gun to look down the line of men who all seemed almost afraid of the firearm in their hands. He walked back behind the line, tucking the weapon into his belt once more. “Let’s go again.” 

I moved behind the line of men, stopping to stand next to Mitch, looking up at him and Dwight both. There were a number of shots, and an equal number of the metallic 'tings' echoing of the barrels being hit. No glass shattering. It made me let out a long sigh through my nose. Dwight caught Bohdi not even holding the gun right and went to talk to him, leaving me with Mitch. I hooked a finger in one of his belt loops, looking up at him with a little frown. 

He glanced down at me, arms crossed, before his expression softened slightly. “I know.” He murmured, reaching up to smooth the hair back from my forehead, pressing a quick kiss there before walking over to join Dwight behind Bohdi. 

I glanced over at where Clint and Fred seemed unsure. Stepping forward I flashed them both a smile. I knew I didn’t look threatening, a woman in a too large hoodie and shorts, hair tied back to keep it out of my face. My whole life I'd been looked over because of my appearance, non threatening, but that worked in my favor most times.

“You gotta remember to breathe. A lot of people hold their breath when they shoot, and it causes a bunch of issues.” “You can shoot?” Fred asked, not in a way that made me think he was questioning my ability because of my appearance but rather out of genuine surprise. 

“Yeah.” I said with a small nod. “Yeah, pretty good too. C’mon, hold and lift it with your dominate hand, cup the grip with your non-dominant hand, and let out a slow breath as you pull the trigger.” 

I left the two with that advice, trailing after Mitch. My feet slowed when I saw Mitch, frustrated, pull out his gun and start to shoot a few of the bottles while saying “Wassup” with each pull of the trigger. I blinked, raising my brows before glancing down to hide my smile. Probably something to do with the stupid way Tyson seemed to insist on holding the gun. He was going to snap his wrist if he really shot like that, but he had to learn somehow. 

Another round of pops and the sound of glass shattering had me leaning forward to peek around Mitch, seeing Grace hitting every single shot. My brows rose higher and I felt another smile teasing at my lips, raising a hand to cover it as I watched the only other girl represent. I exchanged a glance with Mitch, winking at him, making him roll his eyes as he and Dwight moved to speak to her. 

I spent the next few minutes trying to convince Bodhi to at least hold the gun correctly, even with the safety on. He was so uncomfortable, looking at me with a frown, as if wanting me to take the gun out of his hands. I shook my head, flashing him a bright grin, refusing to fall for the kicked puppy look he kept trying to use on me. 

“Darlin’, we are going.” Mitch called, making me pull away from Bodhi and move to his side instead. I bumped my hip against his, heading to the passenger seat of the truck. I hopped in as he got into the driver seat, turning it on and pulling out of the warehouse we had been shooting in. 

“That was…” I trailed off, unsure what to call it. 

Mitch sighed, nodding and fixing his hat, pulling it off and running a hand through his hair before tugging it back on the right way. “Fucking horrible.” “Yeah.” I said, sighing with a little frown. I looked over at him, crossing my legs and twisting a ring around my left index finger. “How fucked are we? Scale of one to ten?” “We aren’t fucked honey, just gotta think outside the box.” He reassured, large hand settling on my bare thigh and squeezing. “Dwight had some good ideas, and I know some boys. It’ll be okay.” “If you say so.” I said, not sounding the most confident. I waited a few seconds before asking something that had been on my mind for awhile. “Dwight said something about a casino. What is he gonna do to the bar, Mitch?” Mitch glanced over at me, his other hand firmly on the steering wheel as he pulled out into the main road. The truck was old but well loved, one of those all metal ones from the ‘good ol’ days’ some would say. A good farm truck that did it’s job and was still running. 

“Well, the bar is on Cherokee land.” He said and I nodded, knowing that already. “We are going to have Jimmy get a casino license, as he qualifies. We’ll get the bar redone, put in a casino, a stage, modernize a little bit more. It’ll be an easy way to wash cash and earn a bunch all at the same time.” 

It was a solid plan, I could see the validity in it. “But… Jimmy doesn’t own the bar. You do.” 

“Well… I would have to transfer ownership to his name.” “Mitchell Keller.” I said, head snapping to look over at him. His hand tightened on my thigh and I sighed, forcing myself to relax back against the seat. I let the silence linger a few moments before shrugging. “It’s your bar, Mitch. And if this is what you wanna do, you know I’ll support it. I just don’t like it. How Dwight is comin’ in and changing so much. I don’t want to see you getting hurt in the crossfire.” “I know, darlin’. But I’m not stupid. I have plans in place, and this will set us both up for awhile.” He squeezed my thigh once more, thumb brushing against the sensitive skin there. “I promise I’m not blinded by money or anything like that. It’ll be okay.” I settled my hand over his on my thigh, fingers brushing against his knuckles before falling down to trace the rings on his fingers. “Okay.” I murmured, heart pounding in my chest when he mentioned setting ‘us’ up for awhile. Mitch and I hadn’t really had a conversation defining our relationship, not that I needed one, but sometimes I did wonder what exactly Mitch would consider was going on between us. It didn’t feel casual but I also wasn’t really fishing for a ring. “That’s my girl.” He praised, smiling at me before refocusing on the road. 

I blushed but still huffed, nail tracing the bull insignia on one of his rings. “But if he tries to bring in strippers I’ll scoop his eyes out with a rusty fucking spoon.” Mitch just laughed, a good sound, and it made me crack a grin as well before rolling my eyes at him.  

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 “Sunshine?” I heard Mitch call out and glanced around the corner. The back door was open, only the screen door closed, giving away where he was. “C’mere.” He called out once more. I padded silently through the living room and towards the back door, running my fingers through my still damp hair. After working at the bar we had come home and I had snatched the first shower. 

Stepping onto the back porch I found Mitch relaxed back on the bench I often found myself occupying this late at night, one of his legs propped up on it, his hat low on his face as he flashed me a lazy smile. The familiar buzzing of the insects sounded, filling the silence, and he had a plate balanced on his thigh. It had some sort of orange tinted jelly in a little container, the plate covered in crackers. “Come try this.” He said, reaching out for me. I went happily, stepping closer and bending at the waist so he could slip a jelly covered cracker into my mouth, his free hand cupping my jaw gently. I hummed, licking my bottom lip and settling next to him, or trying to. With one hand he lifted the plate, the other grabbing my waist and pulling me into his lap, securing me in place with the same arm wrapping around my middle. “What is it?” I asked, tasting the sweet with an odd aftertaste. It was some kind of fruit but not what I was expecting, looking up at him curious. He looked good, relaxed with a little smile, blue eyes holding a warmth that was familiar now. I leaned against his chest, reaching up to straighten his hat with a grin. “Well, cowboy?” 

“Good, isn’t it?” He asked, voice low and holding a gravel tone that sent a zing of awareness up my spine, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. I nodded, reaching for another one where he had set the plate down on the porch. “Got it from Jimmy. Apricot. Apparently there is a shit ton of weed in it.” That had me pausing, cracker slathered in the jelly, looking up at him surprised. Then I laughed, popping it into my mouth and chewing, covering my mouth with my hand. “That explains why you look half melted on this bench.” I teased, eyes fluttering closed as one of his hands slid up my spine to gently wrap around the back of my neck, massaging there. “How much did you have?” “Enough that you feel like heaven on me.” He said, accent a little thicker. 

“I normally don’t feel good?” I teased, leaning in a bit more, curious. Mitch and I had tiptoed around physical intimacy without any reason to do so. We were both adults, both clearly wanted the other. He was taking it slow and I decided to enjoy the ride. Yeah, he kissed me and grabbed at me, but it never went further. Not yet, anyway. “No, you normally drive me fucking crazy.” He drawled with that lazy smile. I returned it, finding him a mix of alluring and adorable. My hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders, adjusting how I was sitting to it was more straddling him. His belt buckle was cool where it pressed against my inner thigh, his body warm and solid under mine as I all but laid on him. I hadn’t put a bra on after my shower, wearing a loose enough shirt I hadn’t bothered to, leaving me to press more firmly against him. Mitch’s hand left my neck to go to the base of my spine, fingers sneaking under the hem of the shirt and sliding up. He traced my spine, the feeling of his skin on mine making me sigh happily, relaxing more against him. “Such a good girl. Always so soft and sweet for me.” He praised, the rumble of his voice vibrating against my chest. I leaned up, capturing his lips. He tasted like a mix of tobacco and apricot jelly, a surprisingly perfect mixture. It had me sighing happily, rolling my hips down, grinding against the front of his jeans. He groaned into the kiss as well, one hand lifting to weave into my hair as his other on my back pressed gently between my shoulder blades to get me closer. 

Mitch planted one foot on the bench, the other on the porch, rolling his hips up against mine. I gasped, feeling the hard press of his erection grinding against the crotch of the short cotton shorts I wore to sleep in. “Fuck, Mitch.” I whispered against his lips. He nipped at my bottom lip, humming happily at the sound of his name pulled from me in that needy tone. “I’ve gotcha, darlin’. Just relax, let me take care of you.” 

I listened, body going nearly boneless against him. Mitch Keller kissed me like he had all the time in the world. It started slow, with him controlling it as usual, using his hand in my hair to tilt my head the way he wanted as he tasted between my lips. His hands moved all over, touching me, one hand palming my bare breast under my loose shirt and the other pressing teasingly against my lower stomach, fingertips teasing the hem of my shorts. “This okay?” He breathed the question against my lips and I nodded, hips grinding forward, encouraging him to keep going. “Please.” That was enough for him to slip a hand down the front of my shorts, slipping further down until his fingertips met the slick arousal smeared against my panties. He circled my clit and I gasped, hips jumping at the stimulation before my hands fisted the front of his shirt, rocking against him. “Oh fuck.” “God damn darlin’, fucking soaked.” He near growled, thick fingers sliding further down and pressing against my soaked opening. I whimpered, grinding against his hand shamelessly, the two of us no longer kissing and just breathing the other’s air. He pressed, not slipping his fingers inside of me yet but making me let out a desperate little noise. “Fuck it.” I blinked open my eyes, unsure what on earth he was talking about before I was being moved. His hand left my shorts and I damn near squeaked as I was flipped, my back against the smooth wood of the bench, shoulders and head cradled by the pillow still soaked in his scent and warmth. 

Mitch was between my spread thighs, my shirt pushed up to right below my breasts, hands by my head as I looked up at him confused and flushed with arousal. He was licking at his fingers, his free hand grabbing at my hip before hooking into the shorts I still had one. 

“Can I go down on you, honey?” He asked, looking at me with those bright blue eyes. “Wanna make you cum.” My eyes widened, lips parting as I blinked at him before swallowing, giving him a nod. He rewarded me with a grin, reaching up to pull his hat from his head and slot it onto mine, his hands hooking into my shorts and panties, pulling them off in one move. 

It felt odd, exposing mostly, to be naked from the waist down on his back porch. But Mitch lived in the middle of nowhere so I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us behind maybe a rare deer or snooping raccoon. 

The golden porch light lit up his hair like a halo, the gold looking near gleaming now, his bright blue eyes focusing between my legs as he settled down there. “Fucking hell baby, you are a mess.” He said, warm breath brushing against where I was most sensitive, making my thighs tense and try to pull closed. 

His big hands stopped that from happening, his warm tongue lapping the crease of my thigh before kissing over to my mound. The mix of his warm, wet tongue and the scratch of his mustache had me whimpering, hips lifting as much as I could with him grabbing my thighs, trying to get closer. “No no, sweetheart. Gonna enjoy this. Lay back, be a good girl for me. Tell me if I need to stop.” Mitch didn’t waste any time, diving right in. He licked me from opening to clit, moaning against my drenched pussy, my back arching like I’d been shocked. My hands found his hair, thankful he’d taken his hat off. I ground against his tongue, shameless, having thought about this at least a dozen times in the last week alone. 

“Don’t stop, please.” I managed to gasp out, working with him as he licked and sucked, pulling depraved noises from me that I hadn’t heard before. I wasn’t a virgin but I had never had such an intense connection with someone, and Mitch seemed to know what I needed before I did. 

The sound of him between my thighs was sin. He moaned and went in like he’d rather be nowhere else. His tongue pressed into me, nose bumping against my clit and putting a cry from me. One of my hands left his hair to squeeze my own breast. Mitch reached up, pushing my shirt up so he could see, bare breasts thrust up as I ground against his face while he got me closer and closer to where we both wanted me to be. My thighs brushed his cheeks, the prickle of his facial hair making me whimper. “Fingers. Mitch, please.” I gasped, hand in his hair tightening as I felt myself get closer. 

“Want the rings on, darlin?” He asked, lifting from his feast, showing what a mess I was making of him. Fuck if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Mitch Keller between my thighs, face smeared in my arousal, pupils blown and lips parted.

I nodded, swallowing and panting, hips lifting to get him back down where I needed him. “Rings, yes, please.” I whimpered, wanting to feel them, feel him.     

“God you are so fucking pretty.” He praised, pressing a few kisses to my lower stomach when I felt the blunt tips of his fingers press against me. His middle finger pushed in first, testing how much I could take, before sliding in his ring finger as well. The rings pressed against my opening, cooler than his skin, the stimulation new and addictive. I moaned, thighs tightening around him, making a raw masculine chuckle leave him with his warm breath brushing against my lower stomach. “Such an impatient girl, don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of you.” He nipped at my thigh, getting a gasp from me before lapping at my clit. At the same time he crooked his fingers, searching for something. It took him a few times, fingers moving in and out slowly, before I felt his fingertips brush against that spot inside of me that had me clenching around him with a moan. “There it is.” He murmured more to himself than me, doubling down. His hand sped up, the wet sound of my greedy cunt almost unwilling to release his fingers when he pulled them out, grinding against his mouth as he teased my clit. “Mitch.” I moaned his name, thighs shaking, the tension in my lower stomach making me feel like I was going to explode. I was breathing hard, hot tears pricking the edges of my eyes, looking down at him with hungry eyes. He looked up, a wrecked noise leaving him when he saw me watching him back. “Close?” He asked, lifting his face slightly. I nodded, biting at my bottom lip hard and grinding against him. “Good, good fucking girl. Give it to me, baby. Be a good girl and cum on my tongue, squeeze my fingers the way I know you can, know you wanna.”

He sounded so good, felt even better. I had no choice. I came undone on his tongue, grinding against his face and fingers, hand in his hair tightening before simply holding him there. My thighs shook, lower stomach twitching, hips jumping with each flick of his tongue against my clit. I cried out, back arching, soft thighs brushing his cheeks once more if only to feel the prickle of his facial hair. 

I came down slowly, the soft press of kisses against my inner thighs making me blink back to the present. I was panting, blinking up at the roof of the back porch, a shiver of awareness reminding me that I was basically naked under Mitch outside under the stars and the half full moon. His big hands were sliding up and down my sides, murmurs of praise making me smile, a little empty headed still. I hummed happily as he kissed up my stomach, stopping to kiss the underside of each breast before leaning up to capture my lips in a slow, lazy kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue had me wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down. He chuckled, breaking the kiss, hands on my bare middle, just feeling me below him. His hand slid up to pull my shirt back down, leaning back even as I whined to pull my panties back on. “What about you?” I asked, confused, voice soft as I watched him. 

“Me? Darlin’, that was for me.” He reassured with a cocky grin, leaning down to kiss me once more. 

Here is more Sunny and Mitch.

[enid-rhees]

helloo how are you doing?

Can i request a angst? Rosita x Reader, where the reader is like in dwight’s position, the double agent thing. And then Negan finds about what the y/n has been doing…

this is like my 3rd? or 4th rosita request 😭

Surprise us with the ending?? 😁 i don’t want my own request to spoil me LMAOO 😭😭😭

hello !! i am doing well :D this is such a good request actually and i’m so sorry if this does not do it justice 😭

warnings: negan, angst, mentions of Abraham, Glenn and Carl’s death. angst but (semi) happy ending

a/n: hope you all enjoy! requests are open! if you’d like to request just read rules in pinned 🫶🏻 !

btw i know these gun types because i play a zombie game called Left 4 Dead 2 nearly everyday 😭

you stuffed your gun into the back of your pants and covered it with your shirt and flannel. your hands tore off the key from your belt loop and you quietly unlocked the gun shelf. you grabbed as many as you could and closed the shelf up again.

stopping in your tracks, you practically stopped breathing to make sure you didn’t hear any footsteps approaching you.

when there was no sound, you slowly walked out of the room and towards the first exit door that was near you. you walked out, and the guard men stood still. they knew what you were doing.

you opened the gate and pulled out your car keys. the trunk popped open and you threw the guns back there. the engine revved as you started the car, and you quickly drove off in hopes to not get Negan’s attention.

the drive was quiet, and slightly unnerving. you knew what you were getting yourself into - helping Rick’s group behind Negan’s back. but if you were being honest, they didn’t deserve what Negan was doing to them.

they had just lost the boy, Rick’s son. you were there when he called Negan over the walkie, announcing that he got bit saving a stranger. 

you knew long ago that Negan shouldn’t have gone this far, but now with this grief that’s on their shoulders, you couldn’t let him dig further into them. it needed to end.

the rusted gate of Alexandria soon came into view and you pulled over the car into a hidden spot. you jumped out and grabbed the guns from the back and made your way to the gate.

in your pocket sat a walkie that wasn’t connected to any of Negan’s. you twisted it on and held it close to your lips. “i’m outside the gate. with guns.”

a few minutes later, the gate started to slide open. Rick, Michonne, and Rosita stood on the other side.

“what did you bring?” Rick asked as you stepped inside, the gate closed up immediately.

“M-16, a tactical shotgun, hunting and sniper rifle, and a pump shotgun. so, that’s five guns. that’s what i could grab without Negan really noticing.” you explained, handing them to the three of them as you named them.

Rick nodded, “this is good, Y/N. thanks.”

you nodded and exhaled deeply, “so, what’s the plan? are we… killing him or what?”

“well, that’s been the plan for a while. you’re good with that?” you laughed and nodded. “i am more than good with that, Rick. i wouldn’t be here giving you our guns if i didn’t want you to kill him.”

“does anyone at the Sanctuary know you’re doing this?” Michonne asked. “the guards know but only because i threatened them. i’m basically Negan’s right-hand man, they’re just as scared of me as they are of him.”

“you’re risking a lot just being here.” Rick pointed out. you nodded, “i know. but i know who’s in the right and who’s in the wrong. and… i just need to get out of there.”

“when this over, you’ll be with us.” Rosita said firmly. you smiled at her, and she smiled back. but yours quickly faded, “i need to go back before he notices. um- those guns are fully loaded. and i believe…” you trailed off as you dig through your pockets. you pulled out a handful of extra shotgun shells.

“these are for the pump.” Michonne held her hands out and you poured them into her hands. “thank you, Y/N. we really appreciate what you’re doing.” Rick said.

“just trying my best. i’ll try to be back tomorrow.” you told them. you looked over at Rosita once more, you debated with yourself for a minute before giving up.

you walked closer to her and put a hand on the back of her head. you leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her head, squeezing your eyes shut while your lips lingered there. “be safe.” you whispered.

after that, you left and went back to your car. the ride back was quiet once more, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

sneaking behind Negan’s back was one thing, but having a relationship with someone in the group you’re supposed to hate was another.

you weren’t sure if you could even call it a relationship yet, that forehead kiss was the boldest thing you’ve done so far. you cared deeply for Rosita, and you wanted her to know you meant it.

a sigh left your lips when the Sanctuary came into view. you hated this. you hated Negan, you hated living there, you just wanted everything to be over.

everything seemed normal the next day. you woke up without Negan banging on your door. that was good.

you wiped your eyes and stood up from your creaky bed, slipping on your boots. the gun that sat next to your bed went right back into the same place - stuffed in your jeans and hidden by your shirt.

when you put your hand on your doorknob to open it, 3 loud, obnoxious knocks beat you to it. you sighed, opening the door the face a smiling Negan.

“there you are,” he smiled, wrapping his arm over your shoulder. you tensed, but he was too far up his own ass to notice. “come get breakfast with me, sweetheart.”

you grimaced to yourself at the nickname, that was only reserved for one person to call you that. Rosita.

plates were already set at the table of Negan’s office. you sat down slowly and took a fork into your hand. eggs and bacon sat neatly on your plate.

the fork cut into the egg and you took the bite. “what do you say about paying a little visit to Rick and his people?” Negan asked you, taking a bite of his bacon.

“is there a reason?” you asked. “do we need a reason?” he asked in a defensive tone. you shook your head, “no, Negan.”

“exactly. so therefore, we’re going! eat up and get ready.” he instructed. you looked down at your food, suddenly not having an appetite at all. when you looked back up at Negan, he had an expression you’ve never seen on him before.

you ate the rest of your food and pushed the plate away as you stood up, leaving the room and going back into your room. quietly, you turned the lock on your door.

the walkie sat on your desk, so you grabbed it and walked into the closet next to your bed. sliding down into the corner, you twisted it on.

“Rick!” you whisper-shouted, “it’s Y/N. pick up please.” it took a few moments, but soon static came through the other side. “Y/N? what’s going on?”

“Negan decided he’s coming today. hide those guns and just- prepare yourselves. please. i’ll be there but-“ Negan banged on your bedroom door. “Y/N! hurry the hell up. we’re leaving.”

a shaky breath left your lips, “hide the guns now, Rick. he just called me to come out, we’ll be there soon. and- check up on Rosita for me, please.” you shut the walkie off before he can answer and left your closet.

“coming!” you called out, burying the walkie into your bag and throwing it over your shoulder. you turned the lock and swung the door open.

“were you talking to someone in there?” Negan questioned, tilting his head a bit. your heart dropped down to your ass but you kept up your posture. “no? you’re hearing things, old man.”

you were one of the only people who were allowed to joke with him like that. if it were anyone else, they probably would’ve been dead. so, you took advantage of it this one time.

he cracked a smile and laughed, “fuck you!” you faked a laugh and opened the exit door, heading over to his truck.

his other men got into the cars behind his. you settled into the passenger seat, tapping your fingers on your thighs as you waited for him to get in and start the car.

you kept a sharp look on your face, but on the inside, you were panicking. your heart was racing and your legs felt like jelly.

Negan opened the backseat up first, throwing his bat back there. you hated that thing. you could still see blood stains on them, and memories from that one cold night filled your head.

you remembered their names. Glenn and Abraham. they didn’t deserve what happened to them. Glenn had a wife, a pregnant one at that. she had to watch him die brutally, all because of the man you’re supposed to devote your life to. 

Negan got in the drivers seat and started up the car, driving forward out of the property of the Sanctuary. 

every time you left that place, part of you relaxed a little.

you and Negan didn’t speak the entire drive to Alexandria. there was never anything to talk about outside of his plans for what to do with Rick and his group. that’s all he cared about. besides himself, of course.

Negan drove the familiar route, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. as the minutes passed by, you got closer and closer to the gate of Alexandria.

your heart started to beat faster than before, and it genuinely felt like it was going to explode out of your chest. you started to bite your nail out of nervousness.

he put the truck to a stop when you were down the street from the gate. you took a deep breath and undid your seat belt. you hopped out the truck and slammed the door shut, loud enough to let Rick know you were here.

his men exited out of their cars, and then you were all walking towards the gate. it opened without any of you having to say anything. Rick stood there and Negan smiled.

“ah, Rick Grimes. there he is.” while they unwillingly talked to each other, your eyes scanned the small town. amongst the group of people that gathered many feet behind Rick, you spotted Rosita, and she seemed to have spotted you as well. a small breath of relief left your lips.

Negan started to walk, so you followed without knowing what he was going to do next.

“i figured i could just have a little chat about something with you, Rick. that’s what we’re here for after all.” Rick quickly looked at you, but you didn’t know what Negan meant by that at all.

suddenly, Negan pulled his handgun out, and pressed it to your head. you froze. Rick’s eyes widened, and Rosita began to run towards you. Michonne quickly pulled her back.

“Y/N! wanna explain to me why our guns are missing, and why i saw you leave the Sanctuary last night? and for that matter, multiple nights in a row?” Negan questioned, keeping the gun right against you.

your words got caught in your throat, and all you could muster were choked out “i-i-“

“let me get this straight, Y/N!” Negan yelled, “behind my back, you have been helping Rick and his people. is that correct?” your wide eyes stayed stuck on the ground, but then he pulled you by the collar of your shirt to make you look up at him. “is that correct?!” he shouted.

“yes!” you cried out, completely giving into him. he pulled you so your back hit his chest and he wrapped arm tight around yours while his other still held the gun to to your head.

“let her go!” Rosita yelled, still attempting to get out of Michonne’s grip. your eyes squeezed shut as your breathing quickened.

“oh, so not only have you been helping these people, you’re fucking one behind my back as well?” you’ve never heard Negan be fueled with so much anger, this really got to him. he trusted you more than anyone, and you broke his trust instantly.

Negan let out a bittersweet laugh, “since you decided to be like this, i think we all know what you deserve. but i want you to look that girl straight in the eyes as i put this bullet right into your head.”

your eyes opened and looked over at Rosita. she cried in Michonne’s grip. Negan cocked the gun and pressed it further into your head. “ready?”

“no- NO-“ when Rosita screamed out, blood suddenly splattered into your face. the grip Negan had on you loosened. before he could fall to the ground, his lifeless finger still slipped on the trigger.

pounding pain suddenly coursed through your body. you looked down, watching blood pour down your stomach. you held the spot weakly, and you heard Rosita scream out once more before you fell to the ground.

beeping. you heard beeping.

it took strength to do it, but you managed to open your eyes. almost immediately, you squeezed them shut again as you were blinded by a bright light above you.

slowly, you opened them again to adjust them to the light. you tried to sit up, but pain struck you right in the stomach. you gasped out in pain and hovered your hand over the spot that hurt.

then you remembered, you got shot by a dying Negan. is he really dead? were you dead? was this the afterlife? did it even exist?

you felt stuck to whatever you were laying on. you couldn’t move, and it hurt just to breathe.

it was blurry, but a sudden figure appeared in your vision. they stopped, and then ran over to you. “Y/N? can you hear me?”

your eyes looked over at the blurry figure above you, but you still felt stuck. then they grabbed your jaw, and poured ice cold water into your mouth. it was soothing, “where am i?” you rasped out slowly.

“you’re in the doctors office of Alexandria. my name is Denise. you were shot by Negan.” she informed you. “i performed a surgery on you, and you were extremely lucky to survive, Y/N.”

“where is he?”

“Negan is dead. Rick shot him. but his finger slipped as he died, which is how he shot you.” she explained slowly, taking off a bloody bandage from your stomach to replace it with a new one.

“i need… Rosita.” you said, voice weak as ever. “please- i need her. where is she? is she safe?” your voice cracked, and you felt a tear skip from your eye. “she’s okay, Y/N. i’ll call her in right now. stay still.”

Denise grabbed a walkie and went into another room. you couldn’t hear the conversation she was having, but not even 5 minutes passed, and Rosita bursted through the door.

“Ro,” you cried out. she ran to you, gently holding your face into her hands. “i’m here, sweetheart. i’m here.” she whispered, tears filling her eyes as well. she leaned her head on yours as she cried quietly.

“i’m okay.” you whispered. “i’m alive.”

she pulled away, pressing a long kiss to your head. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. i promise- i’ll protect you with everything i have. i’ll never let you go.” she vowed, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

you put your hand on her head, pulling her head down. you did it until her lips were centimeters away from yours, and then you closed the small distance and pressed your lips to hers for the first time.

[skyhawkstragedy]

BB26 Houseguests and how I think they would play Dead By Daylight

I haven’t done this in a while

Angela: Will actually harass the killer at some point. If she dies you can expect her in the chat calling killer a bitch. Ellen Ripley main.

Brooklyn: idk why this woman gives me Wire Tap energy. Like no matter who she chooses that is always in the loadout. Will probably use as many pallets as she can in a chase.

Cam: A very by-the-book survivor. Plays Dwight with Prove Thyself, maybe adept if he’s feeling frisky. Does gens, unhooks maybe one or two times, then dips. Very standard gameplay.

Cedric: Gets on a SWF and does what he’s told. Hey go do a gen. Hey go save this person. Gives perpetual newbie energy. Gravitates towards Leon, Jake and Renato.

Chelsie: The one telling Cedric what to do. Above average at the game but thinks she’s better than she is. Elodie main.

Joseph: A deceptive player. Likes to play games with the killer but is very likely to fail at them. Ash main.

Kenney: You just know he only picked Leon because he’s a cop. Gag. Leon is one of the only cops I trust. Definitely one to police other players. Will play Wesker as killer.

Kimo: Observes through vibes and is the most likely to get jumpscared. Gives big Aestri main energy. He probably just likes the music.

Leah: Also plays on vibes, but is better than most people expect. Most likely to get caught bc she clipped a corner. Easy Kate or Rebecca main.

Lisa: Will pick the cosmetic with the brightest colors and whine when she gets tunneled. Pretty much a Yui or Yunjin main for this reason ����‍♂️

Matt: Chris Redfield player. Another standard survivor, but will most likely stick with another person. Definitely feuding with someone in the endgame chat (very likely Angela).

Makensy: She gives off the vibes that she’s really good at this game. I feel a competitive spirit in her. Probably the best at looping. Feng or Jill main.

Quinn: You just know he’s gonna pick someone like Quentin or Adam just to be different. Very knowledgeable at the game and the most likely to have a loadout that matches the meta.

Rubina: Very clueless at the game but also the most likely to stay and heal you after unhooking. Altruistic to a fault. Claud or Gabriel main.

T’kor: Picked Lara Croft just because she’s British. Best at navigating the map and gathering information on where the killer has been. Also the most likely to fail skill checks.

Tucker: Switches between survivor and killer often but he’s CRACKEDT at both. Best at looping and can lure killer away from someone else with ease. Vittorio main who’s also skilled at Pyramid Head and Trickster. Also the person most likely to avoid a 3 gen situation. He likes puzzles, baby.

[your-goth-sis]

Can i please please please get a Dwight x fem!reader plz plz plz pretty plzzzzzzzz😭😭😭😭😭😭

Ofc sweetheart! Dwights in game are always chads, gotta give them some love!

Dwight Fairfield x Female! Reader

You sighed as you were working on the generator with Dwight. You've had a tough day in the fog. From Feng Min blocking the vaults to Meg dropping the pallet on your head, to even Mikaela giving Michael free stalk and then teaming with him, needless to say you were tired. Tears pricked your eyes as you began to cry, hot tears streaming down your face, making you blow the gen in the process since your eyes were too foggy to see the wires. Dwight let out a startled yelp.

"Y/n... Is everything okay? This is the 3rd time you've blown the gen" he said worriedly. You shake in anger from your terrible day "Dwight... Why is EVERYONE against me? Feng sandbagged me, Mikaela gave the killer stalk and Meg keeps dropping pallets on me, what did I do wrong?! Will you also turn on me?"

Dwight looked at you sadly "Y/n... I don't know why they did that but... Just know I'll never turn on you" he smiled a genuine smile. You stared at him, lost in thought. Dwight's been your best friend since day one and... If you're totally honest with yourself, you think you love him. You noticed Dwight's cheeks turn pink as you've been staring at him for a long time, lost in thought. Your face turned red "Sorry!" you shook your head rapidly.

Dwight just smiled "I didn't know you had a staring problem" he chuckled. As your team mates were dying around you, your whole world stopped. Everything was moving seemingly in slow motion as the killer approached rapidly. It was Deathslinger. He shot Dwight, pulling him towards him. You gasp, running to take the hit. He hit you instead of Dwight and you run as fast as your injured body can carry you. You proceed to loop him for 5 gens and getting face camped in endgame. Dwight didn't let you die though. He got his team mates, one taking a hit and Dwight himself unhooking you. Luckily, you were hooked right by an exit gate. They opened it and you escaped.

Back at the camp fire, you thanked everyone for saving you but you could feel eyes on you. A familiar set of eyes. Not the regular raging, bloodlust gaze you feel from the killers but a gentle one. You turn and see Dwight, you smile knowing he's safe. Without speaking, Dwight took your hand and you went into the woods "Y/n, I need to tell you something... I think I love you"

You raised a brow "Think or know?". He chuckled sheepishly "I know that I love you". You giggled "I love you too Dwight!" you kissed him. You kissed him passionately. He relaxes into your kiss and puts his arms around your waist. You pull back with a 'mwuah' sound.

The rest of the night, you and Dwight star gazed at the Entity made sky. Maybe being in the Entity's realm wasn't so bad afterall?

[plsletmerest]

The Trapper (1 / ?): Personal Headcanons

Evan MacMillion first arrived in the Entity's realm as a survivor, not a killer. He tried to escape and he never succeeded. Basic survivor hiccups in the ever turning time loop of this world. It was only when he found a way to rebel he caught the Entity's attention and suffered for it. What did Evan do? Hmm, maybe ask the Observer. The man had a front row seat after all.

The punishment may be over, but the pain stays. The alien, spiderly hooks remain. They bury deep into his flesh and pull on what little remains of his buried psyche. It's a reminder: Evan will never be free. He is trapped.

The Entity appears to the Trapper as his father, Archie MacMillion. Or as the voice of daddy dearest at the very least. He would do anything for his father. His dad is not a nice man. . . . He might as well be the face of the trope "Well Done, Son" Guy and "Daddy Issues" within the Fog.

He is the first killer that Dwight encountered and was forced into twenty-one unceasing loops. Trapper wanted this guy gone because this new face was overstaying his welcome in the Trapper's territory. He even tried to carry Dwight to a hatch and would have succeeded if not for the Entity declaring the end of the trial via spidery impalement through Dwight's brain. When the survivor FINALLY managed to escape with his newfound allies (Meg, Claudette, and Jake), the killer slouched in relief.

((That relief would turn into rage when not even two cycles later, Dwight appears again. This was orchestrated to serve as a punishment for not sacrificing any survivors in the last trial and also because the Entity found it funny. Poor Dwight suffered, but managed to escape come the next loop. More like Trapper let him go.))

Trapper treats every trial like a job. He'll give one or two sacrifices to the Entity and will hunt down the ones his father (*cough* the Entity *cough, cough*) wants dead. Occasionally, he'll allow one survivor to escape when he feels like he's done enough with gore and trauma. Dwight gets a 50/50 chance at escaping because you know, Trapper hates him. More than often Dwight gets the murder treatment for being a pain in the ass.

[hypotheticalhyacinths]

Trapped Chapter 2

DBD Albert Wesker/ AFAB Reader

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Blood Play, Knife Play, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Tentacles, Praise Kink, Blood Kink, Biting, Creampie, Character Death, Non-Consensual Oral Sex, Hair-pulling, Broken Bones Needles, Manipulation, Virus, Torture

Ever since your encounter with Wesker, you were struggling in most of your matches. You were riddled with more anxiety than you had ever felt in the realm, making you extremely jumpy. Another match with that man terrified you and your paranoia only increased after talking to Chris and Jill.

You had met other new survivors that had joined you, more of them from the same universe. Rebecca, Sheva and Ada all seemed to know the man, and not a single one of them having any good news. From the sounds of it, you had pissed Wesker off immensely.

The Entity, almost always having a sick sense of humor sent you into match after match, almost non-stop. Mentally you were at your limit. It only got worse when the fog overtook your senses again, dragging you to a realm you had no interest in returning to.

The massive RPD sign hung on the building, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. Would he be in this match? Was he going to tunnel you relentlessly until he caught you to maim you beyond even the Entity's repair?

Looking around you saw no other survivors in the area, your body begining to shake uncontrollably. You told yourself it was the cold while you made cautious steps inside. Step after slow step you found a generator fairly quickly. You approached it to find Dwight working on one side, his perpetual nervous expression oddly reassuring. He gave you a gentle smile as he nudged his toolbox to you, pulling out a wrench for himself. You picked up a couple gears and the two of you made fast work of the first generator.

He pointed behind him down the hall and you both found another generator. Nerves started to crawl over your skin. This was too easy. As if on cue to prove you wrong, you heard a thud followed by a scream. Dwight glanced over at you, a look of terror on his face. "Let's hurry." You urged, forcing yourself to stay on task. Before you knew it two generators were done. Immediately after, a scream echoed down the hall. Someone had just been hooked.

Dwight put a hand on your shoulder as you started to move towards the direction of the scream. "I got this one." He reassured. You nodded gratefully and began to look for a other gen.

Your hopes for an easy match were shattered as you heard two screams and someone's presence leaving the match. Even worse you heard Dwight get hooked immediately after followed by what sounded like Michaela getting thrown on to a hook as well. Fuck. With no time to think you sprinted towards the direction of your teammate's screams the sound of the killer's terror radius becoming deafening with each stride you took.

You didn't even see Dwight before you heard footsteps stalk out from behind you. Hairs sticking up on the back of your neck, you felt like prey right before a predator pounced. "What do we have here?" A nauseatingly familiar voice broke through your thoughts, your feet suddenly feeling like cement blocks. You didn't dare turn around. Instead you forced yourself to run.

You ran as though your life depended on it. Like this was your final chance, the Entity no longer bringing you back. You heard the awful, wet sound of the uroboros tentacles sliding around behind you as you took a sharp turn. You didn't stop, throwing yourself over vaults and looping around as much as you could. You knew he was playing with you. He could have grabbed you but he didn't. You might have lost him but you refused to look behind you, making you unaware of his next move. You knew that one look into his eyes and you would collapse.

You made another turn and spotted Dwight, barley holding on against the Entity's long claws. You ran for him, a feeble and selfish effort to keep you from being alone with Wesker. Part of you knew you wouldn't make it, Dwight knew it too, his eyes not meeting yours but watching in horror as the man directly behind you pulled you to him and away from your teammate. Your back met his firm chest, his arms caging you to him in a bruising grip. Leather fingers gripped your chin and forced you to look at Dwight's last seconds. You felt his smirk on your skin, every single nerve in your body screaming. "Don't you dare close your eyes little mouse." Wesker growled, every word feeling like a threat. Dwight's death was quick, one of the Entity's large claws stabbing through him and pulling him up hungrily to it's waiting maw.

It occurred to you that you felt no other presence in the match except for Wesker's terrifying malice behind you. Any attempt you had made to struggle was stopped almost instantaneously with a squeeze from the man behind you that felt like he could crack your ribs with even an ounce more pressure.

"Good." He growled as you felt tears begin to sting your eyes. "Now dear, I have a deal for you. Are you listening?" You made an attempt to nod your head with your limited mobility, your jaw beginning to ache from the pressure of his fingers. "You'll need to speak up, otherwise I will snap your neck right now."

You chocked out a shaking "Y-yes." It seemed to appease Wesker enough for him to continue. "If you can find the hatch before I catch you, I'll let you go. If I catch you-" A low rumble of a laugh vibrated through his chest " I get to do whatever I want with you. I'm not unreasonable. I'll even give you a head start."

Your breaths came out shallow and labored, Wesker's claustrophobic grip on you had you feeling like you were going to pass out. "H-How do I know you will keep your word?" You questioned, your voice barley audible, coming out as more of a whimper.

Wesker's lips were practically touching your ear as he spoke, his breath ticking your skin. "You don't have a choice dear. Now, run." As he spoke the last word he released his grip on you, shoving you forward. The force nearly made you fall right on your face, though miraculously you managed to stay upright.

You didn't dare glace back, even if he was lying about giving you a head start you weren't going to give up without a fight. Bolting through corridors and vaulting over pallets you strained your ears to hear even the slightest indicator of where the hatch was.

It was nearly impossible as you could feel your heart beating in your ears, adrenaline surging through you. Fear was the only thing keeping you moving. You didn't want to think about what Wesker would do to you if he caught you. A pang of panic ran up your spine as you recalled Uroboros tearing it's way through your insides, ripping you apart from the seams.

You were pulled from your thoughts when suddenly there was a crash from behind you. 'Not much of a head start.' You scoffed to yourself. There was a dead end before you, a barricade of chairs and desks blocking your escape.

In a moment of panic you did the only thing you could think to do at the time. If you ran back the way you came Wesker would surely catch you, leaving you with only one option. You looked at a locker in the corner of the hall and took a deep breath. At least you could try and slam the door back in his face to buy you some time, even if it was unlikely you could pull it off.

You quietly opened the rusty door and stepped inside, doing your best to ignore the blood stains on the red wood. You shut the door behind you, silently cursing at the metallic whine that came from the door before it closed with a small click.

Not seconds later you started to feel your heart rate speed up and you knew he was close, the sound of his boots hitting the floor, slow and calculating. It frustrated you, his steps sounding as if he were on nothing more than a casual stroll.

"Where are you little mouse?" Wesker spoke in a mocking tone, his steps getting closer by the second. You wanted nothing more than to just throw the doors open and run away, the anxiety of the small space starting to make your breathing irregular.

Wesker turned the corner, his eyes scanning his surroundings and to your horror, almost immediately landing on the locker. He took a confident step forward, and you prepared yourself to put all of your body weight into bursting out of the locker. Another step as the uroboros pulsed out from his arm, wrapping itself around his hand. Suddenly he dashed forward with inhuman speed and wrenched the doors from your grasp, taking one off it's hinges entirely. The locker shook with the sudden force, making you shriek and hold on to the walls for dear life.

Before you even steadied yourself Wesker's knife planted itself into the wood directly next to your face, grazing your skin just enough to draw blood.

His tall form blocked your only way out, the smell of blood forcing it's way into your nose. You refused to look at him as you clenched your eyes shut, your head moving down and your entire body shaking.

"You can't hide from me forever dear." He growled, leaning in towards your face. "And closing your eyes won't make me go away. I want you to look at me."

You almost felt childish with how you shook your head, eyebrows furrowing as you defiantly refused his demand. It certainly didn't last long however as a bruising grip suddenly attached itself to your jaw and tentacles writhed over your throat. "I will not repeat myself again dear, be a good girl and open your eyes."

You choked back a sob as your eyes cracked open, his close proximity making you want to melt into the wall behind you. Your gaze met his, his sunglasses no longer on his face giving you an unobstructed view of his cat-like eyes. His pupils dilated, the glow of his irises seeming to intensify as he looked down at you.

You cowered away from him as much as you could in the confined space, his grip on your jaw getting tighter and your head starting to spin. You felt tears begin to sting your eyes and roll down your face as you tried to catch your breath. "Please.. " You begged in a shaking voice, your body trembling uncontrollably.

Wesker's grin seemed to widen and more of the tentacles wrapped around you. "Please what, dear? Use your words."

You took a breath before speaking, willing yourself to look at him. "Please just kill me-" you hiccuped, more tears running down your face. "Please I can't, just get it over with."

Wesker nearly laughed at how pathetic your request was. Your fragile form shaking before him, begging him for death. How cute you were. Unfortunately for you he had different plans, he wasn't going to let you go that easily.

"That's not what our deal was sweetheart." He hissed, his grip becoming impossibly tight, cutting off your air flow. "If I recall I said that if I caught you, I could do whatever I wanted with you. Though if you beg more I may be persuaded to go easy on you."

Your vision started to get blurry from tears and lack of oxygen, your struggles becoming weaker by the second. You weren't even aware of the tentacles of the uroboros beginning to snake their way under your shirt and around your legs until you felt a couple tendrils slide into the hem of your shorts.

A renewed sense of fear shot through you, and with your last bit of strength you used the blood on your face to slip your jaw out of his grip just enough to bite down into his gloved hand. His grip lessened enough for you to take a deep breath in, the air burning your lungs.

Wesker was barley affected by your attempts to free yourself, his hand almost not registering the bite at all with the thick leather protecting his skin.

It did however, affect his temper. With a snarl he threw you against the wall across from you, the impact knocking what little air you had recovered right out of you. The second impact that came after falling from the now cracked drywall caused you to cough up blood onto the already dirty floor. Something was definitely broken.

Entirely spent of your energy you lay on the floor as Wesker approached you, his boots appearing before you. A sharp pain exploded on your scalp as he pulled you up by your hair to look up at him, a terrifyingly neutral expression on his features. "I'm going to give you one more chance to behave dear, otherwise you will be wishing I ended you the way I did last time."

You didn't have any more fight in you as pain surged through you in a dull ache, your lungs stinging with each shallow breath. "Okay." You submitted, your head pounding. "I'll behave."

Wesker crouched down before you, his gaze meeting yours for far too many times tonight. "Good girl." He smirked, his grip lessening on your hair as he leaned forward, his mouth opening and his hot tongue pressing just below the cut on your cheek. He licked the blood from the injury and moved to face you again, his lips centimeters from your own.

Before you could process what was happening he kissed you, his surprisingly soft lips meeting your own. His hand slipped down to hold the back of your head as he deepened the kiss, giving you nowhere to move. You could taste your blood on his lips as he nearly devoured you, his other hand moving up your thigh to grip at your waist.

He pulled you impossibly closer to him as your chest now pressed against his, his thigh between your legs. Your brain felt as though it was short-circuiting, you hands moving to gently rest on his chest in a feeble attempt to push away.

As much as you wanted to forget, you felt the slimy touch of the uroboros once again making it's way into your clothes. Wesker made his way down your neck, placing open mouthed kisses across your skin making your face heat up. What in the hell was this man doing to you?

Tentacles slowly moved into your shirt and under your bra, wrapping around your breasts making your skin prickle with unease. Another tentacle made its way once again to the hem of your shorts and you tried your best not to make any noise. Much to your dismay a small whimper escaped your blood stained lips which only seemed to encourage the man on front of you.

Your shirt began to tear from the uroboros's assault as Wesker pulled out his knife, taking the sharp edge and cutting the remaining fabric off exposing your chest to to cool air. His mouth made contact to your skin once again as he suddenly sunk his teeth into the junction between your neck and shoulder, blood coming to the surface as he pushed his tongue into the depression his teeth created. You couldn't help but cry out, not knowing how much more of this you could take.

You were so caught up in the pain you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt a tendril snake into your underwear and press against your heated skin. You could barley move as Wesker finally pulled away from your neck, blood now covering his lips and dripping from his chin. As he did you felt the tip of tendril press against your cunt, your mouth falling open at the unexpected sensation.

His leather clad hand gripped your chin to look at your face when the uroboros pushed into you. A breathy whine escaped you when you felt the appendage go deeper into you, only to pull out and force it's way in again.

You felt your face heat up under Wesker's stare, your body betraying you as you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. A particularly rough thrust made you swear and try to move your hips away to not much success. "Fuck! Ah- stop please..."

Wesker pulled you into another kiss as his hands started to pull off your shorts. This didn't last long his impatience leading him to slice through the fabric with his knife, your underwear following suit.

The cold air made goosebumps rise on your skin as more tendrils wrapped around your thighs, making you spread your legs wider. Pain shot up your spine as you felt whatever had been broken jostle around.

This gave the tendril inside of you more room to move as it pushed deeper inside of you, brushing against your g-spot forcing a moan from your throat. Pleasure coiled in your abdomen making you sick to your stomach.

One of Wesker's hands moved down your stomach as the other held your form flush to him, a gloved finger finding it's way to your clit. The sensation of the leather felt foreign in comparison to the slippery appendage inside of you, you hips jerking involuntarily at the unwanted stimulation.

Wesker was beginning to lose his composure as he watched you writhe before him, wetness covering your thighs and your head tilted back, more obscene moans escaping your lips. He wanted nothing more than break you. To ruin you for anyone else. You belonged to him now.

"You're being so good for me sweetheart." He praised, his voice low as he rested his forehead on your still bleeding shoulder.

Pleasure continued to build on your body, your hips matching each thrust trying to gain more friction as you gave in to him. You could feel yourself getting close to the edge, his pace almost frustratingly slow. You could tell he was holding back, not quite ready to give you the release your body needed.

You knew what he wanted, and you swallowed what little pride you had left. Letting out another breathy whine you choked out a quiet "please..."

Wesker's actions stopped briefly before continuing almost as if you had caught him off guard. "You'll need to be more specific dear." You could see a hostile smile creep into his lips as he looked back up at you. "I'll give you what you want if you look me in the eyes and beg for it."

As if to spite you the tendril inside of you brushed almost teasingly against your g-spot again making you gasp. Fuck, you needed him. This wasn't enough. "Please... I can't handle this anymore. Please let me come, I'll be good for you, I'll do whatever you want. Please just fuck me." You pleaded, tears running down your face, stinging the cut on your cheek.

Wesker's grin only grew, blood on his teeth making a flash of fear run through you. "My my, desperate aren't we? Well, since you asked so nicely I'll give my little slut what she wants."

His pace with his fingers picked up as the tendril inside of you roughly thrusted into that spot inside of you that made you see stars. More tendrils slid along your chest making your skin feel as though it was on fire, pleasure building in you faster than you were ready for.

Wesker could feel your cunt tighten around the appendage coiling inside of you, his lips kissing along your neck. A low growl escaped him. "Such a good girl, come for me."

That's all it took for the tension in your body to snap, pleasure overwhelming you as you cried out, fingers gripping onto Wesker's shirt in a feeble attempt to stay grounded. You were thankful for the man in front of you holding you upright, your legs feeling like jelly. You couldn't stifle your moans as your hips ground into his hand riding out your high.

You let out a shaking breath as you slowly started to calm down. He pulled his hand away from your overstimulated clit, and the uroboros slowly pulled out of you causing wetness to drip into the floor below you.

Wesker pulled you into another burning kiss, his tongue pushing into your mouth, nearly suffocating you in his insatiable lust. Not giving you a moment to recover he pushed you back against the floor, not breaking the kiss as he pressed his hips to yours, grinding against you.

That's when you started to panic. The bulge in his pants felt much bigger than the tendril was. Wesker almost seemed to sense your unease because a moment later he pulled back and that damned smirk made it's way into his lips. "Be good for me and get these off will you?" You could tell he wasn't asking.

With shaking hands you sat up and reached out, unclasping his belt and undoing the button on his pants. You swallowed your anxiety and pulled the zipper down, his size becoming much more noticeable through his boxers.

Wesker's hand found it's way to the nape of your neck, gripping your hair. "It's not smart to tease sweetheart."

You swallowed and your fingertips went to the band of his boxers, gently pulling down exposing his length. Fuck. Of course this cocky bastard was packing. His cock twitched at the warmth of your hands, precum dripping from the tip.

Deciding to act on what was arguably a bad idea you leaned forward meeting his eyes and licked a stripe up the vein on the bottom of his length, pressing open mouthed kisses to his hot skin. His grip tightened on your hair and kept your head firmly in place. "Finish what you fucking started." He snarled, his knife making an appearance again as he gently dragged it across your throat.

You chose not to test your luck further, reaching up and taking the tip into your mouth. A low growl rumbled from him as he pushed your head forward forcing you to take more of his cock, the tip already touching the back of your throat.

You hollowed your cheeks and started to suck his length, allowing him to guide your head at the pace he wanted. Not that you had much of a choice. Your tongue slid across his skin has he thrusted into your mouth, each time his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Your jaw ached as you were forced to keep your mouth open, the force of his movements proving hard to keep up with.

Each growl and groan that came from him went straight to your core getting you wetter by the second. You didn't know why but the power he held over you was exhilarating. The fear you felt adding to your arousal felt so wrong but you were in too deep to care. You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you wanted nothing more than for him to bend you over and fuck your brains out.

As if he read your mind Wesker suddenly pulled out of your mouth, his breathing heavy and his eyes locked on yours. His hair was slightly disheveled, small strands falling into his forehead making him look that much more attractive.

His hand came up to your face, his thumb brushing across your bottom lip making you open your mouth slightly. You ran your tongue along the leather of his glove, eyes not leaving his. He spoke, his tone threatening and dark. "Oh sweetheart, I'm going to fucking ruin you."

Uroboros tendrils crawled out from his skin, making their way to your limbs as he stood. You were pulled up into the air by the appendages, legs spread and arms behind your back, another wrapped around your throat keeping you looking forward. Your back was arched and more tendrils made their way to your breasts, grazing over your nipples and squeezing making you moan.

One of Wesker's hands gripped your hip tight enough to bruise as he guided your body to his, the tip of his cock brushing against your wet folds.

You struggled slightly, a mewl coming from you as you tried to press yourself against him.

"Such a needy slut." He spoke, rubbing his length against you teasingly. "You have been so good, can you keep being a good girl for me?"

You nodded your head, unbearable lust fogging your mind. "I promise I'll be good," Reluctantly you spoke fear creeping up your spine. "Please be gentle?" You looked up at him, eyes pleading.

"Oh sweetheart, don't you know?" he smirked. Wesker didn't give you a second to breathe before he pushed his length into you, bottoming out inside of your cunt, your warm walls spasming around the sudden intrusion. You cried out at the stretch, pain suddenly overtaking you once again even with how wet you were. The tip of his cock pressed against your cervix making you feel entirely too full. "The pain is the best part." He teased, kissing over the bite on your neck.

He pulled his hips back only for him to snap them back up in sync with the uroboros tendrils forcing your hips down onto his cock. You were out of breath and you felt as though you were going to pass out.

Wesker pressed you to the wall behind you as he continued his assault on your trembling form, one hand on your hip and the other wrapping tightly around your throat.

You knew that by now your neck had to be bruised because it felt as though he were crushing your throat, squeezing the air out of you.

"Look at you, taking me so well."

His rough thrusts force your body into the wall behind you and the appendages pull you right back down giving you no room to move yourself. His cock hit your g-spot dead on and you bit your lip holding back a moan as black clouded in and out of your vision.

You had bitten down so hard your lip began to bleed, dripping down onto your neck. You didn't even notice with so many sensations overwhelming your senses, pleasure starting to coil in your abdomen once again and the pain from your injuries blending with it. You couldn't tell the difference anymore. The lack of oxygen was creating sensations that much more intense but you began to feel your consciousness slipping before Wesker's grip lessened allowing you to breathe.

Wesker's lips met yours as he sucked on your bottom lip, teeth digging in to the already torn skin causing more blood to seep from it. It terrified you how often he was indulging in your blood, the monstrous side of the man in front of you becoming more and more apparent. He sank his teeth into another part of your neck leaving another mark in his wake.

You moaned again as you began to feel the tension in you about to snap, your orgasm threatening to pull you over the edge. Your walls squeezed tightly around Wesker's cock making him hiss, the tentacles wrapping tighter around you as he fought to keep control over himself.

One of his hands came up to make small circles on your clit with his thumb, making you cry out, the sensation too much for you to take. "I can't- oh fuck!" You whimpered, his cock hitting all the right spots inside you. Wesker pulled his head back to look at you. "Can you come again for me dear? You're doing so good my little slut."

You nodded your head yes and he began to draw faster circles on your clit making your muscles tense and your hands curl into fists. When your second orgasm hit you you blacked out for a couple seconds, your body spasming and your mouth falling open.

Wesker fucked your through your orgasm again, waves of pleasure hitting you over and over again. God, he was stretching you so good you thought you would die without this feeling.

You slowly came back to your senses and you began to feel overstimulated as Wesker slowed down but didn't stop. You began to struggle slightly as he pulled you down onto his cock again hitting deep inside of you.

"Fuck! Plea-" You started, on the brink of tears another cry being wrenched from your throat.

"Let's put that mouth of yours to use, hm?" Wesker interrupted you as a tendril pressed itself to your lips.

You closed your mouth and shook your head trying to keep the offending appendage at bay, only for Wesker to growl and squeeze your thigh so hard you thought your leg would snap.

You yelped, giving the tendril the opportunity to slip into your mouth and push down your throat making you gag.

"Such an obedient bitch." He spat, his thrusts not letting up as you choked on the appendage in your mouth, Wesker's thrusts forcing you closer and closer to another orgasm. Just when you thought you were at your limit you felt one of the uroboros tentacles prod at you, attempting to push into you along with Wesker's cock.

You let out a stifled protest, shaking your head frantically. There is no way that was going to fit. He'd kill you. The tentacle in your throat pushed deeper as if to silence you, making you gag again.

The man before you didn't listen as he kissed your forehead, the gesture feeling more like a threat than comfort. "What's the matter sweetheart? Cat got your tongue? You want me to fuck you harder right?"

You felt the tendril push harder, slowly stretching you, your body shaking uncontrollably. You shook your head again, overstimulation making you dizzy and Wesker's thrusts becoming borderline painful.

Suddenly you felt a sharp stretch as the tendril suddenly pushed into you, making waves of pleasure and pain course through you stronger than any time before. You felt entirely too full as Wesker's thrusts and the tendrils movements forced you to scream, the appendage in your mouth pulling out as you coughed and tried to catch your breath.

"P- please take it out!" You whined your body responding against your will, wetness dripping from between your thighs, your cunt squeezing down on the two thick intrusions inside of you, moans spilling from your lips.

Wesker grasped your chin, his hair entirely fallen into his eyes now, a downright predatory look on his face. "This is me taking it easy on you sweetheart. Now take what I give you before I really give you something to cry about."

If you weren't scared before you were scared now. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you almost like he was getting off on your fear. You felt another orgasm start to build in you, the constant assault doing nothing to abate the onslaught of pleasure crashing over you. It felt like you couldn't come up for air, drowning you slowly.

A particularly rough thrust had you crying out, your hands going numb from clenching them into fists. The stretch in your lower half was becoming too much to bear as you felt the slimy appendage rub along your walls in contrast to Wesker's hard cock repeatedly slamming into your cervix.

You felt Wesker's thrusts become almost erratic, quiet groans leaving his lips. His eyes moved to yours, never ceasing to make you feel like prey under a predator's gaze.

You leaned forward acting purely on impulse and you kissed him, your lips gently pressing to his. He grasped the back of your head and returned the kiss his tongue sliding across your lip. You parted your lips allowing him to deepen the kiss as he suddenly pressed his body to yours against the wall, trapping you tightly.

You could feel that he was close, his cock feeling harder as his thrusts became more violent nearly knocking the wind out of you. You felt your cunt tighten involuntarily around him, causing him to hiss against your lips. He pulled away and met your gaze. "Don't you dare look away when you come or I will kill you on the spot. Do you understand?"

You shakily responded, barely able for form words. " Yes- please let me come."

"Then come for me sweetheart." He growled. That was all you needed to finally let go, your body tensing up as your orgasm hit you like a bus. You were completely out of it, your vision going white and your body practically convulsing.

Your moans pushed Wesker over the edge, his own orgasm following quickly after your own. He slammed into you as far as he could go, his cock swelling and shooting ropes of thick cum deep inside of you, filling you completely.

You both slowly came down from your highs, breathing labored and bodies holding tightly to one another. Slowly, he pulled out of you, the uroboros sliding out of you along with him. Come dripped down your thighs and onto the floor below your still suspended legs, making you wonder to yourself if you would be able to close them after this.

Wesker composed himself, re-dressing as the uroboros retracted back into his body, bringing you towards him. He held you in his arms, your muscles sore as you lay practically limp in his hold.

He began to walk with you, your head resting on his chest, his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of peace. He could throw you on a hook and you wouldn't even care. You were too exhausted to feel it.

Being as spent as you were you nearly drifted off only to be awoken by the droning call of the hatch, cold air and fog coiling up by your feet making you shiver.

You blinked up at Wesker, his expression not giving any indication of what he was thinking. His eyes met yours and he leaned towards you, pressing a uncharacteristically gentle kiss to your forehead. You opened your mouth to question him when he spoke. "Every single part of you belongs to me, you're mine. I will kill anyone who gets in my way." He kneeled down to the hatch and set you on the opening."Until next time dear." He stood and began to walk away, the fog beginning to surround you and pull you into the void.

You woke with a gasp at the bonfire, multiple sets of eyes meeting with yours, warmth enveloping you suddenly.

"What happened?!"