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multi-fxndom446 · 10 months

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You came? You called. Pt2

Scenario: Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Rodolfo Parra and Philip Graves

I definitely think I should’ve made myself a little clearer that is on me😭 but these are all one small scenario for each character. So if you would like a part two to get closure or a single one shot for a specific character please let me know.

All of these are written in mind of different tropes but pretty much boil down to you love each other.

I left some of these pretty open ended but they were written with the intention that you have not yet confessed to each other but feel free to take it however you would like.

Again I’m sorry if some of these are a little ooc

Part one Part Three

Alejandro Vargas

Warning: blood and injury, MIA-missing in action. KIA-Killed in action

You had been MIA for weeks since your last mission. The last Alejandro heard from you was you radioing in telling the team it all went to shit.

“The entire teams down.” You had told Rudy who was later going to pass off the information to his Colonel. “I gotta get low. Tell Ale-“ then the line went dead

Alejandro just barely made it in time to hear the tale end of your sentence. It drove him crazy. What did you need to tell him? Your whereabouts would have been most helpful but hell never know.

It was he who wouldn’t let anyone else even think of the possibility of you being KIA. He tore down every building that was on your last mission, interrogated anyone who’d talk and killed anyone who wouldn’t.

But nobody had information on you.

It wasn’t until weeks later when one of his men came running to him, bent over and out of breathe that he felt his hope dwindle some. That is until the man spoke. “Colonel, come quick. There’s someone asking for you on the comms.”

Alejandro never ran faster in his life. Coming to a halt next to Rudy who quickly handed over the radio. “..y/n?” He asked hesitantly. He hoped to god it was you.

“Ale-“ he heard you sigh in relief when you heard his voice but he could also hear your labored breathing. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get ahold of you sooner. My radio was broken and I was off the grid for a few weeks.”

“Yeah I noticed.” He heard you scoff out a small laugh. “Tell me where you are we’re coming to get you.”

“It’s dangerous ale. I had to leave my safe house to find a radio but I think they’re still looking for me.” You groaned.

“Y/n tell me. Please.” He begged and motioned to his men the moment you finally gave up your location. “We’re coming Y/n. Stay low-stay hidden.”

Before you could respond the radio went silent and all that was left was the sound of static like the comms were disconnected. “Y/n? Come in!” He was met with only silence. “Fuck! Everyone gear up we’re leaving right now!”

It took what only felt like a few hours to get to your location. Alejandro was sure it was longer but the only thing on his mind was getting you out.

With his team they completely overwhelmed the men that had you and he had them tearing apart each and every room until they finally came to a stop at one.

Alejandro opened it slowly and felt his vision go red when he saw you laying on a dirty mattress, holding onto your side.

Rudy shot the only man in there when he saw that all Alejandro could focus on was you. You blinked up at him—he could tell your vision must’ve been hazy because you looked confused.

“Ale?” your voice broke him out of whatever trance he was in and in a second he was at your side assessing the wound while his men made sure there was no one left. “You came?”

Alejandro looked up at you like you were crazy to think he wouldn’t. “You called.” You smiled weakly but it immediately fell when he went to pick you up. “I know I know.” He whispered when you groaned in pain.

“Let’s go!” He called for his men, a few of them surrounded him as he carried you to the vehicles they were using for evac. “You’re safe now.”

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Valeria Garza

Warning: kidnapping, injury/blood. Very much touch her you die

You were taken from her. Taken right from under her nose. You were in the room right next to where she was. It was her own personal bedroom where she was letting you sleep while she continued with her meetings.

It was late in the night and the compound was quieter then usual so she could hear clear as day when your voice broke through, “Valeria!” Her blood ran cold when she heard the desperate scream of her name followed by multiple things crashing to the ground.

The door way was jammed and she signaled her men to ram it until they broke through but they were too late. You were taken from the very room she thought you would be safest.

It’s all she could think about while she geared up to go after you. The men who took you were sloppy and obviously didn’t think you were important enough for her to go after but how wrong they were.

She was out for blood.

You were one of the last few people she would risk everything for, wether you knew that or not didn’t matter.

It only took a few hours for her men to track down the location of where you were being held and they were there ready to ambush soon after.

She was quiet when they took out the guards on the outside but the moment the doors opened all hell broke loose. Her men shot at anyone nearby as she stalked her way through the safe house, killing anyone that crossed her path. She didn’t even blink an eye.

She finally reached the room you were being held in and when she saw the split lip you now adorned her vision went hazy.

She didn’t care to use her gun on the last two guards, she needed to feel the life drain from them with her own two hands so she stabbed them.

It wasn’t until she was standing in front of you—chest heaving, bloody knife dripping in one hand along with the blood she could feel sliding down her cheek that she realized how she must look to you right now.

“Valeria.” You whispered, on the verge of feeling like you just may cry out of sheer relief. It was enough to bring her back down to earth where she immediately got to work cutting the ropes loose.

The second your hands were free you wrapped your arms around her, not caring in the slightest about the blood that would surely stain your clothes. She guessed it didn’t matter, she would buy you a whole new wardrobe if you asked.

“You came.” You chocked, arms wrapping tighter around her.

She clutched onto you like a lifeline as well muttering a soft, “you called.” Into the crook of your neck.

She wouldn’t let herself think about how you screamed for her over anyone else. How you trusted her to come after you, to save you. Not until later that night anyways.

“Let’s get you home, you’re staying by my side at all times. Bueno?” You hummed a soft agreement before she pulled away and her men barged into the room ready to escort you both out and back to the compound.

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Rodolfo Parra

Warning: unrequited/not really unrequited, reader being drunk, hurt

(Someone please request a part two if not for anyone else for him please idk why I did my man’s like this😭)

Rudy considered you to be one of his best friends. he’d considered you his best friend since around the time the two of you joined the military about the same time.

He’d considered you one of his best friends the moment you laughed at one of his stupid jokes and almost instantly clicked.

The only problem was you considered both he and Alejandro as your best friends and no matter how hard he tried he never felt like he could live up to Alejandro.

You seemed to click better with Ale than you did with him and he could admit that it did hurt. You and Ale were a lot closer, regularly hanging out or going to bars together and it broke his heart as he was forced to sit on the sidelines to drown in his ever growing feelings for you.

You always chose Alejandro first whenever you needed help. And it was this reason alone he was almost shocked when your name lit up his phone in the middle of the night.

“Y/n?” He answered it immediately.

“Rudy!” You were drunk. He could tell from how slurred just the one word was. He almost forgot that you went out to the bar to celebrate another end to a long mission. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything Princesa.” You giggled at the nickname like it was the first time he’d ever said it to you.

“Could you pick me up?” Suddenly you were a little more serious. “I don’t want to be here anymore there’s a lot of guys and I’m uncomfortable.”

He was already getting his shoes on the moment you asked him for a ride before he remembered who went with you to the bar. “Where’s Alejandro? He can’t take you home?”

You were silent for a moment, “no he can’t. He’s off with some girl.” Now it made sense he was your second option. The silence was your being upset over ale leaving with someone else, or so Rudy thought.

While you were upset he left you, you were more upset that Rudy wanted Alejandro to take you home. “I’m on my way stay there.” Then he hung up and you were already turning back to the bar to get another drink to calm down the growing nerves.

He showed up only ten minutes later, scanning the bar for you when he found you at a table taking a shot. Though the moment your eyes landed on him, your lips spread into a wide smile and you shoved away the man that was next to you to get to Rudy faster.

“Rudy!” You called, throwing your arms around him. “You came!”

“You called.” He said, wrapping his arms tighter around you before he helped you outside to his car. “How much have you had?”

“Enough.” He had one hand wrapped around your waist the moment the two of you were outside and he was glad he did because the second you stepped outside you almost tripped and he was able to catch you.

“Why?”

“To drown out my heartbreak Rodolfo.” You smirked, patting him on the chest as you finally got to his car and you climbed into the passenger seat unsteadily.

Rudy frowned as he made his way around to the front seat. “Why didn’t you call Ale?”

The car fell into an uncomfortable silence that he tried to ignore while he started driving. He glanced at you every now and then but you were frowning out the window and refusing to talk.

Well up until the moment your voice broke through. “Why do you do that?” You practically whispered and Rudy gripped his wheel tighter at the sadness in your tone. “Why do you always say things like that?”

“Things Like what?”

“Things like you think I’m in love with Alejandro and not you.” He felt his heart stop and his head turned to you quickly but your refused to meet his gaze. “Like you assume he’s always the first one I go to.”

“I assumed he was?” You spared him a single glance. “I assumed I was your second choice?”

The words hung heavy in the air but so did your next words. “You are always my first choice Rudy.” He really couldn’t grip his steering wheel any tighter. “It’s like you don’t believe I could be in love with you.”

“Y/n, you-?”

“Just forget it Rudy.” You silenced him.

He wanted to speak up again to ask what you meant but when he looked over you were snuggling further into the seat, body faced away from him as you fell asleep.

The only thing racing through his mind was how long had you been in love with him?

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Phillip Graves

Warning: General Shepherd deserves a warning, forbidden romance, idk much about call signs so don’t look to hard into the one I gave here.

“We are getting slaughtered out here sir!” Graves heard you yell from over the comms followed by a multitude of gun shots. “Is there any assist?!”

He waited with bated breathe for the general to respond to give him some kind of order to go assist but nothing came.

“Negative alpha-1. We have nobody near by ready for an assist.” He heard Laswell say next but Phil was already set and ready to go at a moments notice.

All he needed was-

“What about shadow company?! Commander graves!” Was that apparently. All he needed was to hear you call for him to get him into action.

“Sir,” Graves taped into the comms directly to the general himself so this way you and Laswell couldn’t hear him. “The Shadows are locked and loaded to go. We can be there in 5 minutes tops.”

He waited desperately for the General to give him the go ahead as he listened to you scream at them from the other end, gunshots soon becoming a gut wrenching sound.

“Graves.” The tone of voice the General used was very clearly a warning. One which the commander has heard one to many times regarding you.

Memories of ‘you’re getting too close.’ Or ‘you shouldn’t concern yourself with her so much’. Floated through his head but he didn’t care not when he could hear the gunfire picking up on your end. “General please, I can help them.” He didn’t care if he got reprimanded for this, for listening into your comms. He needed to make sure you got out alive.

“Alright go ahead Graves.” He sighed in relief before turning to address his men and soon after the plane was turning course and headed for you. “Alpha-1 just sit tight for now.”

“We can’t ‘sit tight’ for much longer general. We are taking effective fire!” He could hear the desperation starting to seep into your words as they neared and his men finally saw where you and your team were holed up in a building, multiple enemy soldier’s surrounding you.

“This is Shadow-1 to alpha-1 come in.” Graves called as he leaned over his men to get sight on you on his screens.

“Graves!” He heard you call in relief, “this is alpha-1 and I am damn glad to hear your voice.”

“Glad you’re still alive alpha-1.” He said almost softly before patting his soldier on the back. “Steer clear darlin’ we are sending in the cavalry. Danger close.” He heard you call a small affirmative before they launched whatever missiles they had at the men below.

In no time you and what was left of your team was able to get out of there alive.

It wouldn’t be until later that night when you would find Graves leaving the hanger to where his plane was.

He would hear your steps and just barely have time to turn around before you were already right in front of him. To close to what some would deem appropriate but you didn’t care. No one was here beside you two.

“Y/n.”

“You came.” You said softly gesturing to his plane. “Laswell said no one was coming. How?”

“Well, you called.” He said it like it was the only explanation needed and in a way it was. Or at least the only one he could give you. If he said anything else he’d be risking crossing that boundary the General so generously laid out for him.

“You heard me?”

“Of course I did.” He resisted the urge to reach out and brush a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. “I wasn’t about to leave you stranded.”

You opened your mouth to say something the voices of some soldiers got closer and immediately you both stepped apart. You turned to look at who it was and when you realized it was no one important you went to speak again but when you turned forward again Graves back was to you as he made his way back to his plane.

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Next part to include

Konig, Keegan and Alex

#call of duty x reader #call of duty imagine #alejandro vargas imagine #alejandro vargas x reader #valeria garza x reader #rudy parra x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #phillip graves x reader

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notmuchtoconceal · 2 years

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( o ) goodimpressionofmyself

smile like a television broadcast. eyes tuned to weightless waves of light and color. voice fit for radio, stammerin without a script

what else is there to see, bro? who else is there to be?

i know who you really are. i know what you really need. you don’t wanna think anymore, bro. all you wana do is be dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. you’re not havin any second thoughts, are ya bro? that’s your mantra. that’s what you said first time you saw me standin there in full pads. chubbed up right on the spot, you got so stupid and dreamy seein me just go for it. livin my best life. my jock life. i know how bad you wanted this. all those nights we stayed up talkin. you begged to be on the team. begged me to slip you a copy a the orientation program so you could have an edge on the competition. dived right in and started loopin the file. stayin up all night deletin yourself to hit those weights first thing every mornin. bout fuckin nutted on the spot first time i let you try on my helmet, it made you feel so dumb, horny and controlled. dumb and happy and jocked. now you got one of your own. you made it. we’re in this together now, bro. that’s what you said, right? this was the man you needed to be? you couldn’t imagine a future where this didn’t happen? that you’d rather lie down and rot than go another day without this trainin, without this acceptance?

i know you’re not gonna pussy out on me, bro. you made this choice. you suited up. accepted the programmin. submitted yourself to coach’s authority. sat down right next to me while we tuned out to the play board together. that not mean shit to you, bro? don’t start pullin any a that woe is me i was a biochem major shit on me now, bro. you want a lesson on endorphin release, run like your fuckin life depended on it. i mean, what the fuck kinda second rate dumbass are you, showin up and draggin ass, while we train like motherfuckers to make bitches a these other guys. fuckin wah. you don’t really wanna be here, get off the fuckin field, bro. either you’re fit to wear the gear, or you’re not. knock that shit off, bro

hey, bro. brooooo. come on, bro. don’t be that way. ballbustin ya cause i love you, bro. want you to succeed, want you to acclimate yourself fully to your new place on the team. hey. come here. come here, bro. hard for some guys, givin themselves up. throwin away everythin they used to be. everythin they thought they were. bet if you say the words along with me, you’ll find yourself slippin right back into that headspace, right back into the way you’re supposed to be, the way you need to be. give it a try, bro. dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. yeah, that’s it. gettin a lil dizzy, huh? a lil light headed? prolly a lil bit stiff inside your pads? haha, don’t stop now, bro. keep goin. dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. dumb and happy and jocked. hell yeah bro. gettin so tight inside that jock, bet it’s about to sting like a motherfucker. bet you’re tempted to unbuckle those pants right now, reach down into your tight ass comp shorts, right down into that sweaty ass jock, and yank that bad boy out right here on the field for everyone to see, huh? not the only python. unleash the beast. nothin in heaven or earth’s gonna contain that monster, haha

too fuckin bad, bro. you’re a football player now. that still means somethin in this crazy mixed up world a ours. another golden boy. upstandin model a collegiate manhood. you owe it to yourself, and to your team, and to the school not touch your dick, at least while the cameras are rollin, haha. hey. try to keep your hands off that monster til we’re back at the house, we can find you a nice tight hole to fill, huh? not in the mood to wait, you can learn to enjoy bein pent up and horny. we don’t make this next pass, coach’ll teach us the meanin a self-restraint the hard way, bro. weldin tools. workshop. that’s not a cup bulge over there on #34. can see the padlocks jinglin on his helmet. on the straps of his shoulder pads. i’ll let you use your imagination, you’re a smart guy… haha, not

get your helmet back on, meathead. we got us a game to win

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#[for archival purposes only]#*masturbates furiously*#gear gear gear #football only football #you know it bro

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gyupinkys · 1 year

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MR. J

WC: 1.5K

People need to stop telling Joshua he's crazy. You just make him do crazy things. Like stealing one of Seungcheol's helicopters to break you out of jail, but what was he supposed to do? Leave you in there to die? He could never let his love be out of his hands for too long.

WARNINGS: guns, death, mile high club?, slight exhobitionism, unprotected sex, degradation, joshua being a little shit while fucking you.

“Seungcheol is actually going to kill you.”

“If you keep your mouth shut he’ll never know.”

“JOSHUA YOU STOLE HIS FUCKING HELICOPTER AND LIKE 20 OF HIS GAURDS.” Vernon exclaims trying to not yell too loud at Joshua over the phone.

“Shhh you’re being loud.” Joshua whispers

“Where are you even going?”

“You know exactly where I’m going.”

Honestly, Joshua just acted in the spur of the moment. He should've been sensible and made a plan but he can’t just let you sit in a prison cell and rot. He doesn’t know where to go from here and it’s not like he can ask Jeonghan for help since he’s so caught up in that fed turned stripper turned mafia wife. Now he’s on his own trying to figure out how to be a good partner. God, sometimes he misses the days before he met you, when he was still a gentleman, still sane; now he’s genuinely lost it. You bring the crazy out of him.

“Josh, just be careful.”

“I’ll be fine.” Joshua says and hangs up.

He might not be fine, but he’s gotta get you out of there. He has no idea how you even winded up in jail, let alone maximum security. Only if you knew how to keep your mouth shut and not try to fight everyone. You're too feisty for your own good.

“Mr. Hong we’re here.”

“Great, I need you guys to get me in, I don't care how.”

“Yes sir.”

Joshua gets himself ready for what he knows is going to be a battle. He picks up a multitude of guns and sling them in the holders along his pants along with an assault rifle. He puts on his face mask as the walls of the prison explode and the helicopter lands. His men start piling out clearing the area and Joshua walks in behind them. He ignores the bodies around him dropping; his guilt about killing is long gone; his only focus is getting you the fuck out of here. His guards plow through the prison, clearing a path for him to walk through with no sweat. After opening the multiple cell doors he finally finds you. Sitting in a straight jacket with your legs chained to your bed and a muzzle.

“Damn baby, I’m sure you gave them hell.” he smiles as he goes to cut you out of this shit. When he cuts the chains he sweeps you into a deep kiss.

“Took you long enough Mr.J” you say with a giggle.

“I hate that nickname baby. I’m not the Joker”

“You might as well be with your crazy ass, let's get out of this shithole.”

You two walk out of the prison without a sweat, and board the helicopter back to the house.

“Baby, how did you get yourself in there?”

“You know they have a heavy bounty on my head. Some fuckers drugged me and picked me up from my apartment and dropped me off at the prison.”

“Don’t worry my love, I'll find out who.”

“I want in when you kill him.” you smile as he buckles you into the helicopter as you take off.

“Wait, how did you convince Cheol to let you use this thing?”

“Anyways…”

“Shua!” you gasp and hit his arm.

“We can deal with it later.”

“We? This is all you.”

He gasps back. “I thought we were a team,” he pouts.

“Not when we're going against Cheol, you’re on your own my love.”

“Sir, they called for backup.” one of the guards interrupt.

You both look at the tactical units piling in on the ground dressed in full gear. This looks like something straight out of call of duty.

“I was hoping this would happen” he smiles as he unbuckles himself and gets up to the side pushing the large red button on the door. Two machine guns rise out the floor just like in the movies.

“Holy shit”

“I know right, when Vernon suggested we add these I just couldn't say no.”

“It’s a bit tacky, but I guess its a great idea”

The cops below you start firing at the helicopter to which Joshua starts firing back, laughing like a mad man as the bodies begin to drop.

“Wait, I want a turn” you pout, unbuckling yourself and standing up.

“I don’t know baby,I’m having so much fun.”

You walk up to him and slide under his arms so he’s holding you. You put your arms on the gun and start spraying wildly, missing most of the targets but having the time of your life. You start giggling when you see your bullet land straight into the gas tank of one of the cars instantly making it explode.

“Oh shit baby. You seem to know what you’re doing.” he laughs. Your helicopter has gotten far enough away that the bullets are barely hitting and the targets become too small to see. You release a sigh, looking up to Joshua for him to release you.

“Baby, let's go sit down.” you say trying to escape his hold.

“I don't think so.” he says in a low voice.

“Joshua we are not fucking on a helicopter.”

“Hmmm?” he hums as he slides his hands to the button of your orange jumpsuit.

“I think you look great in orange.” he smiles, pulling your hips into his own so you can feel his hard cock.

“Josh, you're insatiable.”

“I haven’t had this sweet cunt in ages.”

“It’s been three days” you groan, feeling your will crack and your desire for him break through.

He begins to unbutton your clothes, sliding his hand to your breast and squeezing.

“God, baby, I missed you so much.” he groans in your ear, grinding his hips into your ass. It feels like his dick is getting harder by the second.

“I can feel you throbbing Josh.” you moan.

“Let me fuck you baby. Please.”

“Oh, you're begging?”

“I can take it if I want it, we both know that. Be grateful I’m giving you a chance.”

You feel your pussy clench, god you love this man.

“So take it.”

He rips the rest of your clothes and flips you around, pressing your back to the wall of the helicopter, completely ignoring everyone else aboard. He starts to kiss up your throat and he drags his hand to your pussy, rubbing you over your underwear.

“You know, the first thing I thought of when I got arrested was; “what am I gonna do without this perfect cunt wrapped around me every night.” he groans

“Is my pussy all I’m good for?” you ask breathlessly.

“Don’t ask me stupid questions baby.” he slides two fingers in your soaking wet pussy. “With a cunt like this it should be all your good for. You don't need to do anything when your cunt is this warm and tight. I could fuck you a million times and it’ll always be the same.”

You moan as he starts dragging his fingers in and out of you. “That's not nice Shua”

“I’m not known to be nice am I? Especially to whores.”

“I’m not a whore.”

“Really? You gave it up so easily for me, didn’t even put up a fight.” he unzips his pants just enough to pull out his hard cock. He rubbed it through your folds. “I bet you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, hmm?” he asks as he slides in.

“Fuckkkk.” you groan.

He grabs your hair and pulls your head back. “Answer me.” he says as he begins to pound into you, purposely thrusting hard enough so you couldn't speak. “Why are you not listening, love?” he says as he speeds up his thrust making your knees weaken. “Are you too dumb to answer? Dick too good?” He gives you an evil smile. “I think I know a way to wake you up.” He puts you on your back and slides you to the edge of the helicopter, hanging your upper body off the edge. This sure does wake you up.

“HOLY SHIT, JOSHUA I SWEAR TO GOD.”

He just laughs and thrust back into you, fucking you harder than he ever has. Blood is rushing to your head and the fear in your body is driving you insane. “Joshua stop” you groan. It's becoming too much.

“Are you scared? Think I’ll let go? Let you fall?” he smirks.

“You’d never. You can’t live without me. I know I’m all you think of, all you dream of, all you want.” you smile giving him a challenging look.

“Oh really?”

He begins to push you closer to the edge to the point only your ass is on the floor, the rest of your upper body hanging in the sky. You didn't know you were such a masochist, the moment he let his grip slip a little you came, the orgasm making you squirt all over him. You squeeze him so hard it forces him out and he pulls you up to his body, holding you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, that was so hot.” he groans, jerking himself until he cums in his fist and over your stomach.

“Don’t you ever do that again you motherfucker.” you say pointing your finger in his face.

He just laughs at you, pulling you into a heated kiss.

“I love you too baby.”

“This is why I’m leaving you on your own against Cheol.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #joshua smut #joshua hong smut #joshua fanfic

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gizzardscrolls · 1 year

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God of Machines: Wayland's journal

Chapter 2: 30 miles out

As I wake up, I immediately try to stand up, but with the jangling of chains, I realize I'm forced to sit. I try to look down but even my head is caught on a chain, my arms are bound too. I'm still in my chainmail but my helmet, bracers, and boots are all gone. The guard in the passenger seat says

“You’re one lucky son of a bitch, still alive and not a draugr? The only reason you still have the chainmail on is because you’re such a big bastard we didn't feel like taking it off, you will be taking it off when we get to the labor camp."

I look around at the others in the transport. None of them have chains.

“So why am I the one getting the VIP treatment?”

The guard held up a shadow crystal and retorted “You’re strong enough to kill a Tallman by yourself.”

Fucking Reavers. A large bandit clan made up mostly of veterans and abandoned workers from the F.C.G., the Free City Gathering, a group of a bunch of free cities that went to war with The Empire of Carn, both sides took damage but Carn ultimately won that one. Out of that, all we got is more bloodshed, higher taxes from the lords, and more fucking currency, everywhere usually take’s silver taels, but Carn’s trying to institute a centralized currency made of paper, on one hand, yeah it’s lighter, on the other hand, good luck recovering it from a house fire, or some demons gut. The others on board look sick and elderly, only a couple look fit enough to not die in a labor camp, I get the feeling some of them aren’t being taken to work. Now that I'm fully awake the area where the berserk runes are is still burning hot. I get the feeling using them to escape these chains would only make me collapse from magic sickness. All the way in the back I see someone covered in so many chains it looks more like a storage method than it does a person, there’s another guard wearing full heavy Carn armor next to them, the dome helmet that reflects back at me has always made me uncomfortable, his thick steel plate’s surround almost every inch of him except his hands which only has the palms and joints exposed. If we weren’t in such a cold environment I'd assume he’d boil alive like a lobster, he had a large belt-fed machine gun. Myself and maybe the bundle of chains over there are probably the only people he’d even struggle with in this transport. A large bump in the road sends all the people up in the air. My chains drag me back down.

The large one says out of the shitty speaker in his helmet. “Oswald! Watch where you’re fucking driving if this cultist wakes up we’re all fucked!”

The driver, now identified as Oswald, said “Sorry sergeant sir!”

That guy sound’s younger than me, he’s probably around sixteen? Poor kid’s going to die for some stupid shit. The bundle of chains starts rattling like crazy. The sergeant starts bashing it where I assume the head is with his gun. After what feels like forever blood drips from some of the chains and it stops moving, we’re all silent after that. After a turn I see a worn metal signpost pointing down the road we turned on, Hadersverg 30 miles out. Hadersverg was a large mining operation before the war in the comparatively low mountaintop of the eastern part of the Terwyn continent, it was privately owned and the metal within fueled both sides of the war. I heard that before it was abandoned, only a fraction of the metal was extracted. At least I know what I'm going to be doing. After the driver pulled into the main gate the man in heavy armor started escorting us all out to another, smaller gate where we were told to stop, almost everyone in front of me was sent down a hallway on the right side, whereas I had to go forward into the heart of the camp, they took the chains off of me so I could finally move properly.

“Don’t do anything stupid, take off your armor and state your name.”

As I begin taking off mostly destroyed chainmail, I realize the cost of all the gear when I get out is definitely going to set me back from my nice house.

I kindly ask “Hey can I at least get my boot’s back?”

“that’s a funny name”

haha funny. “It’s Wayland.”

Clearly amused by his own thoughts the guard asked, “It’s your first name?”

If only I could I’d rip his lungs out, unfortunately, I'm outnumbered with no armor or guns. The last thing I heard from the guard was to follow another down the hallway. Finally inside, the concrete wall and smooth stone floor make this place look quite fancy for what’s now a prison camp.

“Hey, you’re the guard that was driving us.”

Oswald, a young kid with tan skin and short brown hair, the boy wasn't well built nor was he fat, no idea how he lasted as long as he did with the Reavers.

“Sorry sir, they don't want me speaking with the laborers.”

I shrug “I’m not a sir, I'm not much older than you”

he doesn't respond.

“Smart kid”

He stops and points to the door, “This is the med bay, you’re supposed to get checked out here, they’ll find out what you’re doing”

walking in I see it’s all empty beds, the humming of a fan and lights, and the white interior really sells the scavenged building vibe, nothing in the building looks like it was part of the same facility. The shaman is sitting at his desk, he has a thick northern Carn accent, a large gray beard, and those little reading glasses old folks get.

“Ah, a new patient, very good! Come, come, I no bite!”

A mood change from the gloom of having to work to death in a mine, he seems like a nice guy despite who he works for. I step in front of his desk.

“Alright I need you take off shirt, only shirt unless you have an injury I no want to see it!”

Amused at his own joke, his booming laugh reminds me of my father, “You’re big strong man, like me! Many rune’s you are as say in your language, mercenary?”

What time period is this man from? Most mercs are either hunters or guards, mercenaries died off with the war.

“Let me see those bandaged hands”

I extend them forward and as he inspects them he sighs in relief

“is good you drink health potion? If your hands didn't work they’d have killed you. I give you outfit now, yes one moment”

as he took out a gray jumpsuit with two red stripes going down the right shoulder, he started to sew something on it

“I like you strong man, I put pocket in outfit for you to hide those gold hair clips.”

I wonder why such a nice old man would be with Reavers, “Thank you what’s your name shaman?”

the big man grins a little, “My name is Reed, if not for job I’d hope to see you more often, little strong man!”

Curious, I asked him, “Where’s the normal doctor for those with magic sickness?”

This caused what little happiness in his face to drain. “As Warden Matthias says, old and sick must die, no room for weakness”

As I walk out of the room there's crackling over the intercom, “All prisoners and personnel are to report to the central courtyard immediately!”

Oswald waiting for me tells me to get a move on, as we walk past the other guards I notice a lot of them are still using Breznov’s, cheap surplus rifles now, the F.G.C.’s flagship rifle during the war. High caliber and bolt action, they were good for getting through the tough armor of Carn soldiers but fired slower. Semi-auto versions started to appear near the end of the war but it was already over at that point, the weird cylindrical-shaped packets made storage hard for it too, but for managing some disarmed prisoners it was good enough. After getting funneled out into the large courtyard I see 30-40 other prisoners. At the far end is a stage where I assume the warden, Matthias, is standing. In the dead center is a large pit, along the top is a fence made of wooden spikes pointing inwards to prevent people from crawling out. Inside I see the bundle of chains. I don’t want to know why they have a cultist in there. I glance behind me and see Oswald looking rather grim and a guard tower behind him with a roitzer cannon, a large rotary mortar system that has coordinates punched into guide it, it uses a magic crystal to triangulate a range. On the stage with Maitthais, I see the people from the transport on the stage. Hands chained and blindfolded as they are separated into three groups, and one lone person,

The warden walks over to the first and says to them, “Pick a number between one and three. The same number cannot be called twice. I will pick the first in each of your group. Pray they are luckier than when you attempted to run.”

He rips the blindfold off the man in front of the left group. The old man chose one.

“Of course, we must start with one. Guards line them up against the wall.”

The rest of the blindfolded group seems to know what he meant, some of them try to run away but their feet are chained together The warden laughs at them tripping over their own feet. The guards line them up against the wall to my left. Underneath the peak of the mountain, I see the bullet holes and blood-stained cinder block, covering the sandbags beneath. I breathe in count to four then exhale. The guards start firing into the crowd, I hear the noise of puking behind me, I turn around and see Oswald pale as a ghost, poor kid.

Before the rest of the prisoners have gathered themselves Maitthais rings out, “Next group choose your number! Please try to be interesting.”

The next group is a young woman who chooses three, Matthais I feel has quite the ego.

“Really? Three? That’s the hill you choose to die on? Going against me after I said to start with one, then naturally of course. You would go with two. Fine. Three! Throw them in the pit. And somebody get the caster in there to take its chains off already! I passed it on my way, you don't feel safe about it, that's fine but do your job or you’re next.”

Un-fucking-fortunatly, I'm standing right in front of the pit, and I'm not going to slink back or draw any attention by moving. I see the caster walk in from the hallway on the right side of the courtyard. His arm’s exposed, more scar than flesh. The runes run along every inch of his arms thinking of the pain to get that would make most second guess how worthwhile the magic is, not me. I wish the tower chose me to gain the power of a caster. His eyes are blindfolded but he seems to know where he’s going as if he could see. He drop’s into the pit then pulls the chains off in one fast motion, the cultist spins in the air and hits the ground with a thud. Just as quickly as he entered the pit he leapt out. Another pain in the ass for a breakout.

The second group is tossed in and the cultist starts laughing on the ground. The tower’s runes look like a joke compared to what the demonic cultists carve into their own flesh and even bone. Their powers are less tamed than the ones we use and cost them their sanity. The cultist stands up from the ground rising directly from only its legs while the rest of the body is limp. I can't even tell what this thing used to be. Almost inhuman. Its skin, if I can even call it that, looks burnt, crisp, and black with thin strings of red flesh exposed. It now fully stood up, its torso and head leaned forward of its legs. It slowly straightens its back. Its face is smoothed over as if it too was melted, it flashes a smile with bright white teeth, then it darts forwards with a speed similar to the Tallmen, it pierces the stomach of the poor young woman who chose the number, with his hand. With a sickening squelch; cracking and popping the cultist drags out the spine of the young woman. All while the rest of the group screams in terror, the cultist just smiles blindly and continues on.

I breathe in count to four then exhale.

It darts behind another and puts him in a chokehold with one arm. It uses its second hand to stab through the jaw and pulls it off slowly, with a terrified gasp as he can’t get a scream out of an even worse gurgling noise coming shortly after with the removal of his jaw, his lower tongue flops about. I breathe in count to four then exhale. The next few suffer similar fates, one gets their head squashed like a grape in its grasp. I breathe in count to four then exhale. Another young boy probably around Oswald's age gets grabbed by their foot and bashed against the wall repeatedly. At first, he cried out for his mother, shortly after his words started slurring together then stopped being words at all. I breathe in count to four then exhale. The last one gets grabbed by both arms and torn off like breaking a twig off a young tree. I breathe in count to four then exhale. The caster from earlier looks down at it, then summons a large pillar of fire out of the ground, burning not only the cultist and his victims but the scene into my mind as well.

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satinsumu · 4 years

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favour. || oikawa t.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, creampie

summary: your friend, the good samaritan oikawa, does you a favour by taking your virginity—a little too willingly.

a/n: written in one sitting on a whim and did not proofread lol please i loooove the first time trope

oikawa stares at you in disbelief, his warm, chocolate eyes wide and fixated on you.

“what?” you sigh, starting to regret casually mentioning that you’d never actually slept with anyone before. “why is that such a surprise to you? is it really such a bad thing?”

“no,” he quickly says, regathering his composure. “you’re just so cute, i’d expect a line of guys waiting to get at you.”

“they are,” you laugh teasingly, the sound causing his heart to flutter. “doesn’t mean i’d want to fuck them though—didn’t you tell me not to settle?”

“of course!” oikawa exclaims, a look of what appears to be slight relief washing across his face. “but you never got curious? just tried it even once?”

“it’s kind of scary,” you admit nonchalantly, never keeping secrets from your friend. “men are scary, honestly. you never know if they’re just gonna hit it and quit it.”

“yeah, your first time should definitely be with someone who cares about you,” he nods, throat feeling oddly dry.

you sigh in a way that says, i’ll-never-find-someone-like-that-so-why-even-bother?

oikawa licks his lips, and contemplates his next question.

“you always have me,” he chirps, a sickening sweet smile plastered across his face. “if you want your first time to be good, guaranteed.”

you want to smack him and tell him to stop joking, but the way your heart skips a beat tells you that this might just be all you ever wanted. and with the way he’s eagerly waiting your response, hiding behind the charming grin you know so well, you get a feeling that this could be something more than just a little favour he’s offering to do.

and that’s how you ended up in his room just one night later, the prettiest (but not overdone) lingerie set under your skirt and your hoodie as oikawa locks his door—not that he needs to.

he makes his way over to the side of his king-sized bed as you take a seat on the mattress, him towering over you with a casual smile on his face.

though, it feels like there’s something else to it. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the great oikawa tooru, breaker of hearts, was nervous.

“so!” he chirps, clapping his hands together as his eyes linger on your thighs pressed against the blankets for a second too long. “is there anything off-limits?”

“uh,” you think for a moment, interlocking your fingers. “no anal.”

“no problem,” he hums with a nod. “anything else?”

“not really,” you say, fidgeting in place. this is so weird. “i guess i’ll just tell you if something comes up.”

“okay,” he agrees, unzipping his jacket as he tosses it onto the chair beside his desk. “one more thing—are you on the pill?”

“yeah?” you answer, tilting your head at him, the gears in your mind turning just a bit more slowly than his.

“cool. just wondering,” oikawa chuckles, eyes glimmering at you.

and with that, he closes the remaining space between your faces, locking his lips with yours and taking you by surprise. your eyes flutter shut instinctively, although you gasp into his mouth at the gesture.

oikawa takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, swirling it around your own before biting your lower lip gently.

you pull away briefly, short of breath at the unexpected kiss, eyes displaying a mixture of shock and confusion, though not unhappiness.

“kissing is important,” oikawa shrugs, face glowing with a bit too much content.

he pulls you in by the nape of the neck once more, kissing you gently, but passionately. you slowly release the tension in your furrowed brows as you wrap an arm around his neck, unable to get enough of his minty breath, and the way he sucks at your tongue.

his hand slowly travels down from your cheek to the bottom of your hoodie, tugging at it once to gesture for you to let him take it off. you break the kiss for another moment as he hauls the article of clothing over your head, his eyebrow raising at the sight of you wearing nothing but a bra underneath.

“what’s the point in wearing a shirt if i’m just gonna take it off anyway?” you mumble, cheeks feeling hot under his gaze.

“you look pretty,” he beams at you.

you’re so flustered by his compliment—you two are just “friends,” after all—that you don’t notice the tent forming in his grey sweatpants.

before you can say anything in response, oikawa is crashing his lips against yours once more, this time with fervor, hunger, and desire. you struggle to keep up with the pace he’s set, occasionally panting in between kisses as he slips a hand into the cup of your bra.

you gasp at the contact, his hand slightly cold against your warm skin while he just smiles sweetly at you, gently pushing you down against his mattress by the shoulders. he leans back down to lock his lips with yours while still kneading your breast with one hand, the other pressed against the headboard above you. you don’t even noticed that he’s unclasped your bra and tossed it aside.

the area between your thighs begins to feel slightly warmer than before as you rub your legs together, taken aback by the sensation. oikawa pulls away from you for a second to take his shirt off, and you feel your heart lodge itself in your throat at the sight of his torso; his tan, muscular build is really something straight out of a magazine (literally).

“like what you see?” he smirks teasingly as you look away, but he uses one hand to turn your head back towards him. “eyes on me, baby.”

it’s in that moment you feel like you’re finally seeing the oikawa tooru that everyone else sees: the charismatic, experienced lady magnet that you’ve never even given the time of day.

a breath escapes you at the intimacy, but returns to your lungs in gasps once oikawa leans in to tower over you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow above your head. he begins trailing kisses down from your lips to your jawline, to your neck and your chest, then to each breast as he takes one of your nipples gently between his teeth.

“o-oika—” you stutter, squirming at the sensitivity, but he doesn’t stop.

“call me tooru when we’re in bed,” he enunicates, swirling his wet tongue around the bud. he can’t help but smirk at how cute you look, all hot and bothered underneath him.

the sensation of his saliva against the tip of your skin makes your heart pound, and it’s almost hard to focus on which breast feels better when he’s kneading the other one with his large, strong hands.

you find yourself running your fingers through his hair as your eyes squeeze shut, the softness of his head oddly comforting as he continues to nip at your skin.

but the comfort doesn’t last for long.

you feel his lips leave your chest as they begin to travel further and further down, the trail of kisses left along your belly indicating exactly where he’s going. he hikes your skirt up to your waist with a flick of his wrist, marveling at the matching underwear you’re wearing beneath it.

“wow, just for me?” he coos, licking his lips. “i’m honoured.”

you wrack your brain for some sort of witty remark to wipe the shit-eating grin off his face, but he plunges his hand between your thighs and draws a long, slow line against the thin cloth over your cunt before you can say anything.

“o-oikawa!” you cry, flinging your head against his pillow at the shock he just sent through your body. it was sudden, but... pleasurable.

“i told you,” he murmurs, gazing at you with dark eyes. “call me tooru.”

his last sentence comes out like a threat once you feel his finger slide up and down your underwear faster, the contact against your folds driving you crazy. you feel the fabric grow slightly damp as it gets wetter with every teasing stroke of his hand, and you know he can feel it too.

“feel good, princess?” he chuckles, unable to tear his eyes off of your flustered face while you give him small nods, too embarrassed to look at him. he pushes the middle section of your panties to the side with ease and slides a finger into you slowly, your arousal making it smooth for him to do so.

“so diiiirty,” he hums at the way your breath hitches, and the way his digits squelch against your juices. “and all i’ve done is put a finger in you.”

“f-feels good, tooru,” you breathe, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. oikawa feels himself get much harder at your reassurance, pride swelling up in his chest.

he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“it better,” he grins cheekily. he slips another finger into you, moving in and out with languid motions so you can feel every bit of him as he curls his fingers upwards.

you gasp at the way he seems to hit a spot inside you that feels a bit different than before, but whine once you feel him pull his fingers out.

“what’re you—ah!”

before you can finish your question, oikawa’s ducked his head between your legs, licking your juices up from your folds. he pulls the panties off of you before spreading your legs wide open and holding your thighs down firmly, the hem of your skirt resting gently against his head as he eats you out.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you pant, seeing stars in your eyes. you can’t believe oikawa tooru has his tongue in your cunt, licking up and down, teasing your clit like his life depends on it.

your hands grip the sheets in fistfuls as you stare at the ceiling, biting your bottom lip so hard you think it might bleed.

oikawa takes the small bud between your folds with his mouth and sucks, before dragging his tongue around it and licking your arousal off of your skin.

“mm,” he breathes into you, his voice muffled from below. “taste so... good...”

your juices are flowing onto his face as he laps it up relentlessly, his tongue sending spasms of pleasure through your body. a coil begins to build itself in your core, and you think you’re going to snap if he keeps going at this rate.

but the next second, the contact is gone.

“w-wait,” you whine, seeing oikawa get up from the edge of the bed.

oikawa doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement.

“don’t worry, i’ll let you cum tonight,” he reassures you, pulling down his sweatpants and revealing the huge bulge in his boxers. “just not with my mouth—not this time.”

your eyes widen at his size as he drags his remaining undergarments off, his cock springing out from beneath.

it looks big. and hard.

like it’s swollen, and intimidating. you’re not sure if the veins along the side or the overall size make you more uneasy.

although oikawa seems to get a nice little ego boost from expression as he chuckles, “it’ll fit.”

you’re reminded of how he immediately deprived you of pleasure just now, and pout at him.

“just hurry uuuuup.”

“didn’t take you for an impatient one,” he laughs, leaning over you as he plants one hand beside your head, and gives his aching member a few good pumps with the other. “are you ready?”

you give him a small nod, biting your lower lip as he presses the tip of his cock against your folds. you feel a little tingle from the contact as you wrap your arms around his neck, perhaps out of desire for some comfort.

he slowly slides himself into you, pausing to let you adjust to his size as you hold your breath, before bottoming out and stretching you wide open. you squeeze your eyes shut at the foreign sensation, though it’s not unpleasant.

“doing okay?” he murmurs in your ear, to which you give him a small nod, still practically hugging him to your body. “i’m gonna start moving.”

you feel the sides of his cock drag along your walls inch by inch as he slowly pulls out of you, until the throbbing tip is just barely in between your folds. then, without warning, he thrusts himself deep inside you.

“ah!” you cry out, clinging onto him for dear life, but never telling him to stop. it feels good being clenched around him, your bodies so close together and fitting within each other like puzzle pieces.

“fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “you’re so damn tight.”

he slides himself out of you again and repeats the action, slowly gathering more speed until he’s really fucking you at a set tempo.

you feel his hips snap against yours as he pulls himself in and out of you at a rapid pace, the mild discomfort slowly turning into pleasure.

“t-o-o-ru,” you gasp, your words split up with each of his thrusts into your body as you dig your nails into his skin.

“right here, baby,” he grunts, rutting into you with continuous force. “that feel good?”

“y-yeah,” you pant in his ear as he grips the headboard tightly, not giving a damn if the neighbours can hear the wood knocking against their wall. “f-feels so, ngh! good!”

“you’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, pulling out and slamming his throbbing cock back inside you, watching your body move back and forth on the bed with every one of his motions. “and you take my cock so well.”

he slides himself out of you briefly as you blink at the loss of contact, barely able to process what’s happening before he flips your body over.

“get on all fours,” he orders, with surprising authority—and need.

“i thought i said no anal,” you remark, though already getting into the position he wanted.

“relax,” oikawa smiles at you, tracing a finger slowly down your spine and onto your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze that sends tingles through your body.

your body twitches once you feel him rub the head of his cock against your folds, still wet from your arousal. he inserts himself back into your aching cunt that was tired of clenching around nothing, a new wave of pleasure washing over you.

“a-ah...” you moan, tossing your head back at the new sensation. you back yourself into him as you feel oikawa put both of his large hands on your body, gripping your waist.

and once he starts to move, you know it won’t be long before you cum.

he’s thrusting himself into you mercilessly now, his cock so deep inside of your wet cunt that you feel like he’s literally rearranging your guts.

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts with each snap of his hips. “doing so good.”

the pleasure is overwhelming as he hits a spot inside you that you didn’t even know could feel this way.

“tooru!” you cry, tears brimming your eyes at how hard he’s slamming his dick inside you, overcome with how fucking good it feels. “d-don’t stop.”

“i won’t until you cum,” he growls in your ear, leaning over so his chest is pressed against your sweaty back. “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

you nod furiously as you bite your lip, small dribbles of saliva leaking out of your mouth at how good he’s fucking you. god, you look so angelic, wearing nothing but a tiny skirt, ass perked up just for him while he rails you into tomorrow.

“g-gonna cum,” you whimper at the same familiar coil building in your core from earlier as oikawa thrusts faster and faster, your tits bouncing back and forth as they hang above the mattress.

“cum for me, princess,” oikawa grates, barely holding onto his own orgasm with how tight you are around him. “taking my cock so well, letting me fuck you so good.”

“tooru-ah! tooru!” your cries of his name fill the room with the lewd slapping sounds of his balls against your ass, the unbelievable speed he’s ramming into you at on the cusp of desperation.

“let me see you fucking cum,” he curses, moving one hand between your thighs to play with your sensitive clit. the pleasure sears through your body as your vision grows slightly hazy from the stimulation. “cum on my cock, baby.”

“w-want you to cum inside,” you breathe, not sure of how much you can last longer. you don’t need to ask twice as he rubs fast circles with his slender fingers against your clit, cock still thrusting in and out of you with incomparable speed. “a-ah! t-tooru, i’m gonna c-cum!”

you feel the coil inside you snap as your walls clamp down against his cock, your juices flowing out of your cunt and down your thighs as oikawa continues grinding against you.

“f-fuck,” he curses, giving you one last, deep, hard thrust as you feel the tip of his cock touch your cervix, groaning as he chases his own orgasm right after yours. he’s still hugging you close to his body as you feel his warm seed spill inside you, the white fluids trickling onto the bed sheets in a mixture with your own.

you’re gasping, out of breath as oikawa pulls himself out of you, the two of you flopping onto the bed together. you lay in the quiet of each other’s pants, staring at the ceiling.

frankly, you’re still in a bit of disbelief over what just happened—you just let oikawa tooru, your friend, fuck you on his bed and take your virginity.

he made you cum. and made you beg for him—willingly.

“how’d it feel?” oikawa asks after a few seconds, breaking the silence with his familiar smile.

“good,” you admit with a giggle as oikawa turns his head to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“wanna go again?”

#fic #oikawa.fic

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coincount · 3 years

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THE LAST OF US RP STARTERS PART I

Well, I have some interesting news for you.

Are these assholes still with us?

Only got a few hours left until curfew.

Ration line hasn't opened yet. Must be running low again.

Better not mention them too loudly. You don't want the wrong person hearing you.

Fuck... so much for the easy route.

Patch yourself up, alright?

You see that shit?

You stay outta trouble, alright? Military's gonna be out in force soon.

No signs of military or infected.

Let's grab our gear. Our backpacks are still here from last time.

Make your shots count.

It's like we're on a date.

You think he's still got our guns?

Once we get our merchandise back, it should be easy to unload.

Body's not that old. Better keep your eyes and ears open.

Get your ass up here. Let's move.

Didn't realise you two were together.

Turn the fuck around and leave now.

I will bash your skull unless you turn around and get your dumb ass outta here.

Let's spread out and make sure no one's creeping around here.

You're insane. Going outside the wall is suicide.

You wanna tell us where the guns are?

You know, I might've done that if you hadn't tried to fucking kill me.

I need something smuggled out of the city.

Ain't a big fan of these odds.

We can sneak by them, even though I know that's not your style.

Damn, we missed all the action.

I'm running on fumes, but I'll make it.

What the hell are we smuggling?

Get the fuck away from her!

What're you, like twelve?

I'll be honest with you, I could give two shits about what you're up to.

You mumble in your sleep.

Sorry it took so long - soldiers are fucking everywhere.

I'm not infected.

Everyone turns within two days, so you stop bullshitting.

When I give you the signal, we run.

There's so many of them out there - how are we supposed to get past them?

They haven't spotted us yet, let's go around.

You better be worth it.

Are we safe?

Hey, fuck you, man. I didn't ask for this.

I mean, we've come this far, let's just finish it.

Damn. That's quite a drop.

If you hear one clicking, you gotta hide - that's how they spot you.

Let's search for supplies.

Other than shitting my pants, I'm fine.

This is crazy. Just don't look down.

I was thinking... after we get back, we can take it easy for a little while.

How do we get out of this place?

How were you bitten?

I'm surprised she didn't shoot you.

Man... you can't deny that view.

I can't swim.

I know you're getting paid for this, but I'm trying to say thanks.

I know that you are smarter than this.

Guess what, we're shitty people. It's been that way for a long time.

I'm not going anywhere. This is my last stop.

Our luck had to run out sooner or later.

Holy shit, she's infected.

Oops, right?

This is fucking real.

I can buy you some time, but you have to run.

I will not turn into one of those things.

Come on. Make this easy fro me.

We just left her to die.

Let's find them and get the hell out of here before clickers show up.

They'll think you're crazy, or they'll try to kill you.

You do what I say, when I say it. We clear?

I've never seen anything like this, that's all.

I don't mean to upset you, but your friend's chances of survival weren't too high to begin with.

I doubt I could get either one of us back into the city in one piece.

So let's say we get a car from this buddy of yours. Then what?

Some places got a head's up before the infection showed up. Most didn't.

Must be hard, just leaving all your stuff behind like that.

Anybody else live in this town?

Let me use that. I'm a pretty good shot with that thing.

When we get there, you let me do the talking.

You're gonna find my body when I die from a heart attack.

Jeez, that thing scared the shit outta me!

Those things are kinda awesome.

Get off your ass and on your feet!

Don't slow down. This place ain't secure.

You got any bites?

Who the fuck is this punk and what's she doing here?

Whatever favours you think I owe you, it isn't worth that much.

If I'm gonna do this, there's some gear I'm gonna need.

Whatever supplies you may want or need, I suggest you grab them.

Man, he's got a fucking stick up his ass.

Don't leave the door open.

Can't believe you agreed to this bullshit.

Why don't you fix one of those cars?

Don't be a dick.

You picked a hell of a place to hole up.

As bad as those things are, at least they're predictable.

It's the normal people that scare me.

I need a gun.

This goes on record as the worst fucking job you've ever taken.

In this world, that sort of shit's good for one thing: getting you killed.

Nice place you got here.

If you would give me a gun, I could help you kill some of these fuckers!

Maybe you should've given her a gun.

There's more of those clicker things inside the house.

That was easier than I thought it'd be. They must be holed up somewhere else.

Get me up there and I'll drop it to you.

Don't get killed up there.

Oh, fuck - they're piling over this fence over here. It's not gonna hold!

Please tell me you're done!

Get ready to haul ass.

Shit, there's more on the way. Barricade the doors.

That doesn't sound good.

What the fuck is that!?

Hate to interrupt your little biology lesson, but can we get the fuck outta here please?

Oh, I fucking hate those things!

So... that worked out well.

Somebody had the same idea. They stole my shit.

You ought to be thankful you're still drawing breath.

That was plan A, B, C, all the way to fucking Z.

He's the only idiot who would wear a shirt like that.

Look, you wanted a plan B. This is as good as it gets.

Let me know when you're ready to finish this thing.

You're doing a good job. I figure you should know.

We're gonna give it another go.

That girl nearly got us killed.

You'd be amazed at how many cars still have gas in them.

Get the fuck out of my town.

This make you all nostalgic?

Oh... why are all these pages stuck together?

I'm just fucking with you.

Why don't you try and get some sleep, alright?

Holy shit... are we going to help him?

What's wrong with these guys?

This motherfucker's dangerous... he killed all of them.

You know the drill. Look around, see if there's anything we can use.

There's some pretty gnarly stuff in here.

That's a lot of people that didn't make it.

So, uh. You kill a lot of innocent people?

I guess this is where the assholes sleep.

Dead people don't get infected.

You sacrifice the few to save the many.

Where did you learn to shoot?

If you want some lessons, I'm more than willing to help you out.

They pull this crap every time. I swear to god, if they're holding out on us again...

Okay, we need to lighten the mood.

It doesn't matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.

I found a joke book.

I walked into my sister's room and tripped on a bra. It was a booby trap.

“A book just fell on my head. I only have myself to blame." Oh wait, I said it wrong. Hold on, let me read it again. "A book just fell on my head... I only have my shelf to blame." Heh... ruined it.

Do you even understand what that means?

It's strange seeing a checkpoint with no soldiers.

This place has been abandoned for a while now.

Let's keep it down while we're going through this area, okay?

I'm so fucking tired.

Now that we have enough people watching all the exits, he says we can set up a larger perimeter.

Every time we try, it ends up with a bunch of us getting killed.

Keep your expectations in check, youngun. You'll live longer.

Look at all these books. I wish I had more room in my backpack.

What did the mermaid wear to her math class? An algae bra.

Okay, I'm all joked out.

We're cutting through the hotel.

The wood's all rotten.

Ever stay in a place like this? Before it all went to shit, I mean.

I really miss coffee.

You are a weird kid.

"People are making up apocalypse jokes like there's no tomorrow..." Too soon.

We've got another floor to check.

#rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #apocalypse rp meme #rp meme #rp sentence starters #meme.

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Champagne Problems

Bartender!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When your ex-boyfriend makes a surprise appearance at your sister's wedding you find help from an unexpected source.

W/C: 4,642

Warnings: NO MINORS, Smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hey! I know it's been a minute (sorry), I wrote this for @saiyanprincessswanie's writing challenge using the bartender au! If you like this please reblog and comment and check out my other fics!! Cheers!

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You sighed internally before slapping on a smile for yet another group picture. Your bridesmaid dress was itchy and you already regretted spending the entire night in it, as the reception was just starting. But it was your sister’s day and you decided that if what she really wanted was for you to wear this itchy monstrosity to honor her wedding then damn it, you’d do it. So you leaned in close with the rest of the wedding party and posed some more.

When the photographer had finished with his photos you were ushered to the family table and wedged between your mother and your aunt. You mentally cursed your sister for seating you with them because they were going to spend the entire night trying to set you up with someone while simultaneously lamenting that you’d dumped your boyfriend of 4 years just a month earlier. Your mother wanted grandchildren so badly, you didn’t know why she couldn’t just settle to get them from your sister.

“Sweetheart, you and Steve were so good together though! Remember when he surprised you at Christmas with that puppy? I don’t know how you let a man like that go…” Your mom chided.

You grabbed the attention of a passing server and grabbed the champagne off their tray. If you were going to have this conversation again you needed liquid courage to do so. You downed it in three sips and your mom scoffed at you.

“Mom, we've been over this. I didn’t ask him to do that, we agreed we weren’t ready for a dog. Ugh, oh my god, anyways, we just didn’t work together. Sometimes things don’t work out, Mom. You’ll still get grandkids, just not from me.” You patted her on the shoulder but she just pursed her lips and looked past you to your aunt.

You wanted nothing more than to get wasted but you couldn’t do that to your sister. You wouldn’t get blackout drunk, but you were definitely getting drunk tonight. The reception was being held in a hotel and the wedding party had a block of rooms reserved so it’s not like you had to drive. You just had one thing to do before you did that.

The moment you’d been dreading had finally arrived, the toast. You held your freshly topped-off glass of champagne and brought your fork to it to get everyone’s attention. Someone handed you the mic and you hesitated before taking it and nervously cleared your throat.

By what you assumed could only be the grace of God you managed to deliver the perfect toast about finding the right person and soulmates and anything else you might find in a hallmark card with only minor stumbles. Everyone clapped and your brother-in-law wiped a stray tear and everyone finally dug into dinner. You just hoped that would mean your mother would be quiet about Steve for the next 20 minutes and then you could escape to the open bar.

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You almost made it through dinner scott-free and sat back to watch your sister’s first dance. Just when you thought you were in the clear it was your aunt that threw a wrench in your plans. She was three glasses of wine deep and had that glassy look in her eye when she grabbed your elbow and pulled you closer. She spoke to you in a low voice while trying not to fumble her words.

“Listen kiddo, I know your mom is hard on you about Stevie but she just wants what’s best for you. What you two had… it was so good even I liked him! I don’t like anybody y’know that. So.. so why don’t you jus’ give ‘im another chance, make your mom happy? Couldn’t be that bad, could it? Maybe he’ll even… surprise you”

You mentally blocked out her words halfway through her speech, hoping neither of you would remember it by the end of the night. Right now you just had to get her to stop so you could get away from the table. You didn’t think you could take one more second of being shamed for leaving Steve.

You smiled sweetly and nodded in understanding towards her words.

“I know, Aunt Linda. I know. Sometimes things happen, I love mom but I’ll find someone else.”

With that you patted her on the shoulder and took off in search of the bar.

There were two bars and you wanted to go to the less crowded one. Looking around you had spotted it just past the dancefloor and made a beeline. Weaving through the now open dance floor and escaping the invitations to join your family you finally made it and leaned heavily against the countertop with a sigh.

“Rough night?” Your eyes follow the gruff yet amused voice and find that it belongs to a very handsome man with a defined jaw, clear blue eyes, and long hair that was tied back.

You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“You don’t know that half of it. Nothing like a wedding to remind you how single you are” You joked.

“Ah. Yeah, that’ll do it. That’s rough. You look like you need a drink, what can I get you?”

“Dealer’s choice. Just no vodka.” You requested.

He smirked and nodded, perusing the lines of bottles that were in front of him. He bit his lip as he concentrated on what to make and you tried not to stare. You watched him get to work on your drink and couldn’t help but notice the way you could see his muscles move underneath his dress shirt.

He turned back around and proudly presented you with something fizzy in a highball glass.

“My own concoction, I even used the non-watered down liquor. Just for you” He says with a wink.

You try your best to hide your shy smile and accept the drink.

“Thank you, how sweet of you.” You tell him.

“It’s nothin’. So how’s a gal like you single? If you don’t mind my asking. Seems pretty impossible to me.”

You're caught somewhere between flattery and embarrassment and just hope it doesn't show on your face. You take a long sip of your drink and gear up to answer him.

“Well, I just got out of a 4 year relationship, actually. He’s really sweet but he always had a tendency to steamroll my needs and just do whatever he was going to do. Eventually that shit adds up.” You sigh.

“Like for example - last year we had talked about getting a dog and I said I wasn’t ready, we’re just both way too busy and then on Christmas day he shows up with this puppy! And then I’m the villain for telling him no! The puppy ended up going to a good home but he did stuff like that all the time. It just became too much. Anyways now my mom won’t get off my ass about leaving him.” You shook your head.

“A puppy? Wow, that’s… intense. That’s a lot, I’m sorry. You finish that drink and I’ll pour us both a shot” He laughed.

You nodded in agreement and downed the rest of the cocktail. He held up two shot glasses and extended one to you.

“A toast, to… wait. I don’t even know your name!”

His shoulders shook as he laughed and he answered you.

“I’m James but you can call me Bucky” You made a face at that.

“What kinda name is Bucky?” You asked before giving him your own name.

“Whatever, I’ve got two shots of tequila, you want one or not?” How could you say no?

“A toast,” You continued, “To you and your weird name, Bucky.”

He laughed and you clinked your glasses together, then against the counter before downing them in one go. You tried your best not to make a face and looked up at Bucky to find him extending you the lime chaser, which you took gratefully.

“Hoo… I could use like, 3 more of those to get through tonight. So, how’d you get into bartending?”

“I needed somethin’ to put me through school and I figured this beats stripping. Though, with some of the customers we get sometimes I’m not so sure”

You laughed at that and Bucky went on to tell you anecdotes of all the crazy people he’s had to serve, disastrous weddings, and the time he got a lapdance from the bride herself. You hadn’t even realized how much time had passed but you were enjoying talking to him, forgetting your mission to be drunk.

The two of you kept swapping stories and were getting to know each other a bit more. He let you vent about Steve and just listened, it was refreshing to talk to someone and not be told what it is that you should be wanting. When you pictured the night you didn’t picture yourself confiding in the bartender tonight but if you were honest you were enjoying yourself. It beat awkwardly dancing with your family and enduring more disappointed remarks from your family.

You had hoped you could hide out at the bar and spend the entire night unscathed when the double doors to the ballroom opened. Your heartbeat in your ears as time slowed down around you as a blond head of hair made its way through the archway. Your laughter died in your throat when Baby blue eyes found you across the room and you froze like a deer in headlights. No. Nononononono this isn’t happening.

Time has somehow come to a halt while simultaneously hurtling forward since you can’t get yourself unstuck from this moment yet fail to realize that Steve is now standing right in front of you. His hair is swept back perfectly and he flashes you that million dollar smile of his that shows off his dimples perfectly. You scold yourself for checking him out but damn did he always clean up nice.

“Hey, sweetheart” he says shyly, as if he’s not crashing your sister’s wedding to get with you.

“What…? What are you doing… here?” You ask quietly, trying to avoid a scene.

Before he can answer you your mom comes up behind Steve and squeezes his shoulders tight, all with a big, bright smile on her face. Of course. How did I not see this coming?

“You made it!” She exclaimed as she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Of course, sorry to have missed the ceremony but there’s still plenty to celebrate, right?” He asked with his signature boyish smirk.

Shock was still in full effect on your features as you stood stock still. But that shock was soon giving way to anger as you slowly pieced together everything that was happening. Your mom had brought back Steve to try and get you back together and Steve was steamrolling you again.

“I… I, can’t. I can’t-” You started

“Sweetheart, how many of those have you had? You need some water.” Steve motions to the drink in your hand and you feel the anger running through your veins about to take over. You have to move this out of the room. Now.

“Why don’t we move this to the hall?” You suggested quietly.

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you started moving towards the exit but you did spare one last panicked glance towards Bucky. He looked confused and his brows were quirked in a way that made him look upset, almost. You sent him a pleading look before turning back around and preparing yourself to deal with this shitshow that had slowly unfolded before you.

Breathe in. Hold. Breathe out. Hold. You got this. Your hand begins to push the door open when Steve’s much larger one covers yours and gets the job done. An action that you once would’ve thought was sweet, one that you would’ve made you swoon, even, is currently pissing you off.

You two made your way to the hallway and you looked around before you started in on him.

“Okay, what the hell, Rogers? Crashing my sister’s wedding? Really?! I don’t give a shit if my mom put you up to this I-”

“Sweetheart, please. She thought you might be having second thoughts and maybe us seeing each other would… patch things up. We just want what’s best for you, sweetheart” Steve attempted to console you, reaching out to try and rub your arm but you pulled back.

“No! I am so sick of you running me over! You never listened to me or what I had to say and this is exactly why I broke up with you, Steve! You’re being so fucki-”

“Hey, babe, everything okay out here?” Bucky’s voice surprised you but not as much as his lips pressing a kiss into your hair and his arms wrapping around your waist.

You had to crane your neck to look back and up at him. It took all of two seconds for you to piece together what you’d hoped was the truth. Bucky raised his eyebrows at you as if to say “come on” and in all your desperation you went with it. You supposed that his formal uniform made him pass for a regular guest.

“I, ah, yeah, yes. Steve here was just leaving, right?” You asked him.

Steve raised his eyebrows in a stunned expression, mouth slightly open in disbelief. His hand reached out towards your shoulder but Bucky pulled you back gently.

“Doll, are you serious? Who even is this guy? Does your mom know about this?”

“No, she doesn’t. It’s… new…” You told him.

“Right,” Bucky cuts in, “It’s new so we weren’t telling anyone just yet but she figured I should at least be here for the reception”

“Seriously?” Steve scoffs, “Man bun? What does he have that I don’t? C’mon, you know what you and I have is real.”

“What you and I have is over, Steve. You never listened to me, always pushed me further than I was ready for. We’re done, it’s over. I’m sorry for whatever Mom told you”

Steve took a harsh breath inwards and you watched him try to decide whether he should walk away or blow up. Based off of the veins popping in his forehead, he was opting to blow up.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re up to but-”

“She said it’s over, punk. Move along” Bucky cut in. He took a protective step in front of you and pushed his shoulders back, squaring up to Steve. Steve seethed quietly and you two exchanged very tense glances.

“I’m telling your mother about this. I doubt she’ll be happy to hear you brought some random person to your sister’s wedding.” Steve spat.

He walked past the two of you and bumped shoulders harshly with Bucky. Bucky’s jaw tensed and his grip on your waist tightened but he didn’t retaliate. Instead he took a step back to get a proper look at you.

“You okay?”

“Why did you do that? You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but you looked like you could really use the help.”

“Well… thank you. I appreciate it, more than you know. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there.” You laughed to yourself a little and added, “We’re not even together 5 minutes and you already have all my emotional baggage”

Bucky laughed at that and shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ve got some crazy exes too. So what now? You going back in?”

You became a little flustered at that but moved past it with a sheepish grin.

“No,” You shook your head, “I think it’s best for everyone if I just go up to my room and avoid a whole scene.”

“Well at least let me walk you up. I wouldn’t put it past that creep to follow you.”

“What about the bar?”

“We’re overstaffed and the party’s winding down anyways. They’ll get on without me”

“Alright then” You accepted and started off towards the elevators.

You two were standing in the elevator waiting for the doors to close when you spotted the doors to the ballroom open. Your mother was looking around, her face a picture of anger. Lucky for you the doors closed before she could look in your direction and you let out a sigh of relief.

“You know as far as fake boyfriends go I’d say you’re pretty good”

“Just good? C’mon I had that guy on the ropes.”

“Yeah alright,” You relented with a grin.

You exited the elevator car and made your way down the hallway until finally you reached your door. You fished your keycard out of your wallet and turned to Bucky.

“Hey… do you wanna… maybe come in? Hang out? I know you’ve got work but if you’re overstaffed maybe…” You trailed off. There was a beat of silence and you felt regret instantly, thinking you’ve asked too much of him. “Y’know what nevermind, you don’t have to, I’m sorry I-”

“I’d love to hang out with you, if you’re okay with that. Plus it’s probably better I wait to get back until the wedding’s over. Can’t really show my face as your boyfriend and then get back behind the bar, can I?” He said with a soft smile.

“Suppose you’re right,” You swiped the card and cracked open the door.

You stepped inside and felt like you could finally breathe again. You kicked off your heels and went to turn on the lights. You reached back to get the zipper of your dress but couldn’t quite get there.

“Will you get my zipper?” You asked Bucky. He nodded and came closer to you.

You could feel his warmth radiating from him when he was this close. Your nostrils filled with the heady scent of his aftershave. He smells so good. He unzipped you halfway and left the rest for you.

You thanked him and grabbed your change of clothes and headed to the bathroom. Relieved to finally be free of the itchy monstrosity of a bridesmaids dress you sighed and put on a tank top and pair of shorts. You realized the tank top showed a little more of your cleavage than intended but you shrugged it off and exited the bathroom.

Bucky’s eyes landed on you and he took a sharp breath in but tried to play it cool. It half worked, you caught him staring a little bit and giggled to yourself. When you looked at him again he was undoing his tie and the first two buttons of his shirt. Wonder what he’d look like if he unbuttoned just a few more… You stopped yourself in that line of thinking and joined him on the couch.

“I think your phone’s gonna zap itself into an early grave with the way it’s been going off” Bucky said as he pointed to your phone on the table.

You picked it up to find you had several missed calls from your mother, one from Steve, and one very long text message from him that was already inducing a headache. You opened it, forgetting you had read receipts on. Oops. You weren’t going to read this now in front of Bucky, so you shut it off and put it aside.

“So how are you feelin’?” He asked.

“Better now that I’m out that damned dress. As for my family, they'll get over themselves. I don’t know why who I’m dating is such a big deal to them anyways.”

“You do look more comfy now that you’ve changed. If you don’t mind me sayin’ you’re just as gorgeous now as you were all dolled up”

You felt heat flood your cheeks instantly and eked out a thank you. You and Bucky talked for an hour more or so and in that time you’d found yourself nodding off with your head on his chest. On instinct he brought your whole body closer to him and put his arm around you. If you were less sleepy you’d be embarrassed but right now you didn’t care.

Bucky had moved slightly and inadvertently jolted you awake. You shot up and realized that you’d cuddled your way into Bucky’s side and now the embarrassment was catching up with you. You instantly scooted back to give him some space.

“Sorry, I uh, didn’t mean to cuddle you” You said while avoiding his gaze.

You felt a hand on your thigh and finally looked up to find him smirking at you.

“I didn’t mind it. It’s getting late though, I should get back.”

You were slightly disappointed but nodded your head. You rose and followed him to the door. He went for the handle but turned around when you grabbed his hand. He stepped away from the door and was in your personal space. You looked up at him with a shaky breath.

“Thank you, again, for what you did. It was really sweet of you.” He smiled down at you and brought one hand to your face. Oh God, I didn’t prepare for this. Your heart was beating just a little harder as you looked into his clear blue eyes.

“For you? Anytime. I had a really fun time with you tonight.”

“Me too.”

With that his other hand came up to cup your face and he kissed you sweetly. It wasn’t until you kissed him back that he pulled away.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I don’t wanna make you uncomf-”

You grabbed him by the shirt collar and brought him in for another kiss. This time more demanding but just as sweet. He let out a small moan and you swear you could’ve melted. His tongue explored your mouth while his hands moved their way down your body and brought you even closer to him. You could feel that he was hard and it only made you want him more.

Without breaking the kiss you started to move backwards towards the bed until finally you were just at the edge of it. You broke apart for air and searched his eyes only to find his pupils blown wide in lust. You cupped him through his pants and he groaned. He was big. Maybe even bigger than Steve.

“We don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t want to do,” He breathed out. You shook your head and kissed him again.

“I want you, I’m sure.” You panted out.

“I don’t have a condom”

“Doesn’ matter, I’m on the pill” You told him. With that his hands were up your tank top and you’d helped him to remove it. He worked on his shirt next and while he fumbled with the buttons you took off the rest of your clothing.

Bucky was every bit as devastating as you’d thought he’d be and you let out a genuine sigh. His toned muscles rippled throughout his arms and torso and you watched him remove his boxers and you’re not entirely sure your jaw hadn’t dropped. He noticed you gawking and chuckled as he leaned down to join you on the bed.

“See somethin’ you like?”

He didn’t give you the chance to answer though, he pushed you backwards onto the bed and kissed you again, this time trailing his kisses all the way down your body. He stopped and took his time to admire each of your breasts, licking and biting your nipples. You’d gasped in surprise and pleasure. He moved his way down finally to your pussy and looked up at you.

“Can I? You could only nod and let out a shaky breath as you sat up on your elbows and watched him get to work. He kissed and caressed your thighs until finally his fingers were prodding at your entrance. He groaned at how wet you were and pushed two fingers in. You let out an obscene moan and your hands went into his locks. His tongue lapped at your clit before he sucked on it, all the while pumping his fingers in and out of you in search of your G-spot.

You’d pulled his hair out of his bun and guided his tongue where he needed to be. Finally getting the right angle you were whimpering in pleasure, back arched almost to a point of pain. He’d finally found the spot he’d been looking for and your eyes shut closed in pleasure.

“Please,” you begged, “Please don’t stop I’m so close”

You pushed his head harder against you and his fingers sped up. It was only a matter of moments until your toes were curling in pleasure and you writhed on the bed in the aftershock of your orgasm. Bucky continued to lap away at you until you pushed him off. He came back up to eye level with you and had a wolfish grin.

“Who knew you’d make such noises? God it was so hot”

You pulled him in for another kiss and reached down to grab his cock. You pumped it a few times before you moved down to return the favor when he stopped you. You looked up at him with brows pinched in concern.

“Don’ worry about me, I just wanna feel you”

He moved you beneath him and you spread your legs apart for him. You were still sensitive in your post-high when his tip brushed your clit but you didn’t mind the bolt of pleasure. He aligned himself with your entrance and looked you in the eye as he pushed all the way inside of you slowly. You let out an involuntary moan, trying to accommodate his full length.

“You good?” He asked.

“I’m good, you’re just...big” He smirked at that.

“Can I move or do you need a second?”

“No, you can move, please move.”

One hand on your hip and the other on your breast he started thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. You swore you could feel every bump and ridge of him with every inch he put into you. His pace picked up and he kissed the column of your neck, finding the one spot that drove you crazy. Your small mewls turned to full moans and he began fucking you harder.

“‘M not gonna last much longer” He told you. You didn’t say anything in response, just brought him in for another kiss and grabbed a handful of his ass to push him further inside you. He chuckled at that and took the hint.

He was going the hardest he had so far and you were holding on for dear life and loving every minute of it. His panting breaths were heavy in your ears and you reached down to toy with your clit so you’d cum together. His thrusts were getting a little sloppier and your hand moved faster, quickly approaching both your peaks. He let out an almost pornographic moan as he came, He fucked you through his orgasm and not a moment later you came for a second time. Your bodies melded together as you rode out the last waves of each other’s orgasms.

Finally Bucky stopped and held himself with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You were slightly dazed, trying to compute how your night had ended up like this. Bucky rolled over onto the bed and you felt the mess between your thighs. You looked over to him with a hazy smile.

“So, I know we’re doin’ things a little backwards here but, maybe I could take you out some time? If you want?”

Your smile grew even wider and your heart felt so light in this moment.

“I’d like that”

You didn’t know what tomorrow would hold or how to even begin cleaning up the mess with your family. You’d deal with it all in the morning, for now you’d just bask in the afterglow with your fake boyfriend and be grateful for chance meetings.

#missys writing challenge #bucky barnes x reader #bartender!bucky #fake dating #marvel fic #marvel au #marvel x reader #smut #bucky barnes fic #fluff #slight angst

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taechaos · 3 years

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Freaky Idea

Pt. 2 of New Idea

pairing: Stepbrother!Taehyung x Fem!Reader

genre: oneshot, pseudo-incest, smut

synopsis: The last guaranteed day you have with Taehyung is spent with his choice of adventure. You learn a lot of things about the history of freakshows, and how much of a freak your brother is as well.

warnings: mention of murder and somnophilia, riding, manipulation

word count: 3.8k

When Taehyung agreed to being your slave for a month, he wasn’t lying. He was attached to your hip throughout the whole time span, obeying your every command without complaint. You didn’t deem him forgiven, but you can’t say you don’t enjoy his company and compliance. The whole month was a bliss for you.

The first week, the morning after the… event, you had him prepare breakfast for you and your mother walked in on him cooking an omelette for you. She was perplexed, and with her morning drowsiness asked, “You’re home?” before smothering him with a hug. Your father gave him the minimum acknowledgement, and it went by quickly with your mother being surprised every time she saw him in the morning.

The second week, he drove you around and paid for your every need. You don’t know how he has so much money, but you wouldn’t be surprised if he sells drugs or had robbed a bank. You decided to reward him by kissing his cheek every time he bought you clothes and jewelries per your request. He realized he enjoyed spoiling you, and took you shopping in different malls for 7 days straight.

The third week, you met his friend. You had insisted, and he gave in after a short while of you begging because it was difficult to say no to you and rules are rules. His terms were: 1. You're going to act like his girlfriend, and 2. You sit on his lap. Maybe you didn't get it, but his friend Namjoon didn't seem dangerous enough for you to be behaving the way you were forced to. Sitting in front of a burning barrel in the middle of nowhere, Taehyung and Namjoon smoked weed together while you watched them. The conversation was fun, and you wanted to see him again. Taehyung didn’t allow you to question the ordeal. Rest of the week went by a breeze.

Fourth week was relatively calm as well, and now Taehyung is on his final day of slavery. It’s somewhat melancholic for you because you don’t know if he’ll vanish once the clock hits 12. You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, swinging your dangling legs while your step-brother inspects the fridge to find you something for lunch. The two of you woke up late this morning, well, afternoon, and you don’t know why you feel so exhausted and sore. You’ve been feeling this way for a whole month now, but you’re growing somewhat used to it.

“This bitch is empty,” Taehyung grumbles before closing the fridge and standing up straight. When he notices your soft pout, he slithers his way between your legs. “What’s wrong princess? Are you tired?”

“Will you be here tomorrow?” you blurt without beating around the bush and peek at him under your lashes.

His brow ticks as he tilts his head. “Did you want to do something?”

“Well, no,” you drawl, “I just wish… you were here more often.”

"You know I can't stay away from you for long," he counters your worries, "especially if you allowed me to…"

"Stop." You distance yourself by pushing him away; you don't want to think about what he was implying. You made it explicitly clear that anything remotely sexual wasn't allowed to be brought up when you were around, and he’s been sticking to that rule until now - to your knowledge, at least.

“Stop teasing your sister, Taehyung.” your mother enters the kitchen while tying the knot of her robe, now checking the fridge herself.

He rolls his eyes before turning to her and retaliating, “I didn’t even do anything.” You giggle to yourself and bite your fist. “Did I tease you?” he asks innocently with his neck craned in your direction.

“Yes, he doesn’t even make me breakfast,” you joke with a grin.

“The fridge is fucking empty!”

“Language,” your mother warns strictly before taking out a box of frozen pizza. “And it isn’t empty. Could you turn on the oven for me, love?” You nod and arrange the heat to 200 degrees while Taehyung scoffs, “I can’t survive in a house with women.”

“Man up,” your step-father butts in monotonously. “You have to rely on your mother to cook to this day. When will you move out? Act your age Taehyung, you’re 21.”

The light-hearted atmosphere dims with the presence of Taehyung’s father. There’s a distinct contrast between your two parents, and you can understand why your step-brother is so rebellious around them. The only thing holding them together is their dedication to religion.

He only huffs and crosses his arms in response as his dad grabs a carton of juice and a glass from the cupboard. It’s tense in the room until Taehyung leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m only here because of you.”

A light blush tints your cheeks at his sweet confession, although it also makes you guilty. He later convinces you to eat with him in your room, and it’s comfortable in your bed as you chomp on the slices hungrily.

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Taehyung asks as he chews on his pizza.

“Let’s do something you want for a change,” you answer after swallowing.

Though he hasn’t been showing any lack of interest around you, you are aware that you haven’t been doing anything fun by his definition. You’re worried that you’ve bored him throughout this whole timespan of being together.

A smirk grows on his face and there’s that glint of mischief in his eyes that you’ve missed. Fair, the last time you saw it was before he traumatized you, but you try not to think about it much like you ignore the constant ache between your legs.

“There’s this circus,” he begins slowly, “I hear it’s interesting. Would you want to come with?”

You know he’s leaving something out, his cautious tone and aura implicit he knows something you don’t. But you nod anyway, because you still stupidly trust him.

Taehyung’s car is old and retro, but he must have upgraded the engines for how fast he is driving. You like admiring his side profile as he holds the steering wheel, but the view is much more interesting when he catches you looking. It’s a far location, and you’re out of the city by the time he parks his car in the woods. How did he memorize the directions when it took an hour to get there?

“We’re here,” he announces before shifting the manual stick gear with a screech. You exit the car and he is not gentle with the way he slams the door closed, so you do the same. You can see hints of red colors between the cracks of the thin trees.

“Is it open?” you question apprehensively. The sun hasn’t set yet, but it should be getting dark soon in the evening.

“Hasn’t been open for a century. You wouldn’t believe the amount of history this place has.”

He takes the lead in his steps, and you follow behind though your gut doesn’t approve. The path isn’t long, and only then do you see the circus when Taehyung moves aside. It’s run down, worn out colors in the curtains, broken glasses on the ground and the circus barely holding itself up. There’s a huge cannon in the middle of the stage, the tip balancing itself on the ground. It’s kind of creepy, but Taehyung doesn’t leave you in the dark for long.

“A lot of crazy shit happened here, you know,” he piques your curiosity, “the clowns were fucking freaks. Any type of physical disorder landed you in here, whether you liked it or not. Even for babies,” he picks up an idle shard of glass, “these were jars. They had deformed fetuses on display on a stand, but the wind must have fucked it up.”

“Deformed fetuses?”

“Yeah, like, conjoined and some other stuff.” You grimace at his description, although it stirs empathy in you. The 20th century sounds inhumane.

“Are these real stories?”

“Yeah. And the cannon: they rocketed people from this very bad boy,” he points at it before standing under.

Your stomach sinks as you panic, “It could fall on you!” You pull at his hand and the force makes your chests meet. He smiles down at you before pecking your lips. You stammer, a little mad as he chuckles before walking to a wooden wheel. He makes a star pose after stepping on the metal stand, stretching out his limbs to fit the whole circle.

“This was the Wheel of Death; they threw knives at targets on this. I think they only targeted females actually...” He nods at you to replace him as he hops off. You go along with his idea and climb on the stand, though it creaks weakly. He takes out a pocket knife from his pocket and you’re about to yell before he hurls it at you. It lands above your shoulder and you immediately scold, “What the fuck, Tae?! Why would you do that! I could’ve died.”

He shrugs with a bright grin, clearly unbothered by your stressing. “My aim isn’t too bad.” He walks over to you and collects his floating knife. “Besides, when have I ever hurt you?”

You bite your tongue and purse your lips with a glare.

“See?” he whispers. “You can’t even name one time…”

He’s teasing your silence, how you can’t even dare to voice the specific night. You haven’t even told your parents and slept with him right after, and he finds that so interesting: that you trust him with your life.

“You actually can’t? Wow, I didn’t realize I was such a good brother,” he grins lopsidedly before snapping his fingers. “On with the tour.” He is enthusiastic as he struts past the circus. You shake your head with a sigh but follow him regardless. “So there were sword swallowers, acrobats, strongmen, anything that drew attention. They had a shit ton of accidents and deaths, but you would die if you got boring as well.” Taehyung holds back a bush to let you pass; the place he’s leading you to is a lot more crowded with sages and trees than the previous path. “Once the initial attraction wears off, you’re a goner. They couldn’t survive in that society with those deformities, so it was suicide either way.”

“That is so cruel,” you mumble sympathetically. “This place was like a fractured fantasy.”

“At least they lived for a bit… up until someone ended it.” When he pushes away the woodruffs, you’re met with another rundown site with a few… cages? “This is the trailer. Where they stayed and got ready for their shows. Some were held against their will, and slept with the animals in those cages.”

You gape at your surroundings in shock. The trailer is missing one side of the wall, and the rest have been vandalized with random phrases written in spray paint. You don’t give much attention to the torture cages, because the trailer has a lot more to show. It still has couches on the incomplete hardwood flooring, and Taehyung plops on one. The fabric is torn and dust rises the moment he’s on the seat. “That’s so dirty, Tae,” you pull a displeased face.

“Don’t be rude to the past occupants. Their ghosts might still be around.” He wiggles his fingers as if imitating a monster. He then pats his thighs, beckoning you to sit on his lap. You begrudgingly do so, and he wraps his arms around your waist before pulling you flush against him. “Any theories on how this shitshow ended?”

“Police intervention?”

“Something like that, I guess. One of the acrobats went nuts and shot everyone, so the place was shut down.”

“What?” you widen your eyes at him. “Why did they do that?”

“He was going to be replaced, so he got rid of the competition. Very chilling,” he casually states. “There must be some bullet holes in the walls, but we can check that out later.” His head snuggles into your neck while you’re still processing his words, but you go blank when he starts leaving feather light kisses on your neck. “Right now,” he murmurs, “I just want you to ride me.”

“Ride you?”

“Don’t act innocent, you know what I mean. You said I could choose what we did today… and I want to fuck here.”

“Taehyung… I specifically told you we aren’t allowed to do anything sexual. You hurt me last time as well,” you frown at the mention.

“I asked you if I ever hurt you earlier. Did you say anything?” he asks condescendingly.

“No…”

“Why are you saying I hurt you now? Don’t tell lies, baby. Besides,” his hand slides down to your thigh as he speaks in a low, sultry voice, “I’ve been loosening up your cunt. You don’t even wake up at night anymore. It won’t hurt this time, I promise.”

You had an inkling, the stupid inkling that you tried so damn hard to brush aside. “You fucked me in my sleep?” you force out, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. “And you brought me here just to–”

“Christ, no,” he cuts you off offendedly, “I’m not that sick in the head. I didn’t plan it, but I can’t say I wasn’t hoping. It’s not like I’m going to rape you.”

“You did it once!”

“I was on a lot of drugs then! I’m clean now,” he huffs in irritation. “I’m sorry about that, and I know my apology is long overdue or whatever, but give me a break. I’ve been into you since I was like 16.”

You turn to look at him - really look at him. There’s not a trace of guilt on his face; the roots of his messy teal hair have grown out; the beauty of his naturally downward lip corners; you don’t know what to think. Your mind is a mess because you don’t know what to make of his confession. He has manipulated you countless times, coerced you into doing things you would never do, and for once you reflect on his personality. This could be one of his schemes in order to get you to do what he wants, and ironically, he was supposed to be doing that for you. Through all of your scrambled thoughts, you only muster a meek “really?”

“Yes,” he affirms, “that’s why I want to be intimate with you.”

Lies, lies, lies, you think before gently pressing your lips against his. Despite your attempt at kissing him softly, he doesn’t cooperate by instantly sucking on your nether lip with vigor, his hands immediately meeting at your hips to gently rock them against his crotch. He bites your lip before swiping his tongue against it, coaxing, “Suck on my tongue.” The awkward angle from where you’re kissing him makes him turn your body to completely face him, your knees landing on either side of him on the uncomfortable chair. It doesn’t matter, because you’re starting to forget the whole setting, just about everything except for him as arousal begins to seep in. Heat pools in your stomach at the switch in mood, and he’s enjoying your compliance as he quietly moans into your mouth.

While you’re busy relishing in his swirling tongue, he starts tugging down your pants and you help him without looking. You sit up to push it down your ankles and throw it on the floor along with your panties. “What’s gotten into you?” he chuckles breathlessly before leaving wet kisses on your lips and pulling away to take off his wrinkled shirt.

“What do you mean?” you ask, equally breathless.

“I don’t know, you’re just… so hot when you’re horny.” His boyish smile grows on your flustered face as he says, “Take off your shirt. Wanna see those pretty tits again.”

You bite your lip to suppress your insecurities, but it doesn’t help when you’re left in your bra as you cover your chest. “Don’t be shy now,” he teases knowingly and removes your arms before unclasping the garment. “Take out my cock now.” His tone is gentle with encouragement. You unzip his jeans timidly, but your eyes grow in wonder at the outline of his erection. “I’m so hard for you,” he assures you in a whisper and takes your hand in his to rub himself. “You’re so pretty, and sexy. I fucked you every night because you’re just so irresistible. You understand, don’t you, baby?”

“I… Yes,” you agree and finally push down his briefs. His throbbing cock stands proudly and you’re intimidated by the size until he murmurs, “I won’t hurt you.” He lightly touches your bare pussy, slick with your arousal as you shudder. He coats your vulva with all of it, giving special attention to your clenching hole as he inserts a single finger. “Does it hurt?”

You shake your head, and you’re confused by the lack of pain and the desire for more. It feels good and that is a surprise for you as you sink down lower on his finger. He curls it, adds another finger and stretches your walls, emitting a moan out of you. You’re liking it, and you don’t know why; he was so cruel the last time that you were convinced something would go wrong now. Nothing does, and if anything, his fingers make you feel the best you have ever felt though it is not enough. “More,” you beg and he replaces his fingers by pulling you to the head of his cock. He’s staring right at you with hooded lids as he rubs it up and down, making you release a needy whimper. “Please, Taehyung.”

And like the slave he was meant to be, he shoves it in with a grunt. Your scream catches in your throat at the initial sting, but it’s worth it when he screws his eyes shut in pleasure and bites his lip to hold back a groan. He looks angelic under you, although he is anything but. You realize he is waiting for your cue to move, and it flutters your hearts because he is more attentive to you this time. Rather than letting him take the lead, you act on your instincts as you roll your hips. It’s unsteady at first, the foreign position making it difficult for you to adapt to so fast. His audible quick breaths encourage you to take your time in angling your pelvis comfortably, and when an involuntary moan leaves you, you place your hands on his shoulders before sticking to the current stance and going up and down on him.

“Oh shit, you’re doing so well,” he praises you between gasps, supporting your body with his hands, “feels so fucking good. My good girl.”

It gets to your head, how much he’s enjoying your motions. He meets them with thrusts of his own, perfectly hitting your cervix and blinding you with pleasure. What is it that makes you feel so wonderful in this situation? Is it the touch, or the complimentary fact that you’re the only person Taehyung wouldn’t get bored of?

Could it be that you’re two of the same?

Maybe he’s the one desperate to please you, you think as he massages your breasts, flicking your hard nipples with his thumbs so graciously. The eerie silence is broken by both of your loud moans, ecstasy sensually building up in knots in your stomachs. Sweat accumulates on your forehead, your hair sticking to your face but not hiding the sight of his erotic expression. You arch your back and grind down on him, and he’s limp on the loveseat as he takes all that you give him so submissively.

It’s your turn to use him, and you actually start understanding what makes him so rash and impulsive in hopes of receiving this amount of serotonin. It’s worth it, the release of control and morals to be with him. “Taehyung, h-how did you do it?” you moan. “Every night, what did you do?”

“I,” he tries to catch his breath, “I used my fingers to stretch you out. One finger, then two, then three.” He groans and thrusts into you fast and hard, “I fisted you at some point, and you came in your sleep, and then on my cock. Moaning and whining every fucking night, like some filthy whore.” You mewl at his crude words. He’s so obscene with you, and you clench your walls in response. “You like being my whore, hm? Little freak.”

“Yes, yes,” you confirm in a whimper, nodding your head as you pass the dominance onto him. He’s fucking into you while you stand on your knees, eyes rolled back with drool about to drip from the corner of your mouth. He starts to rub your clit and kisses your neck for you to tighten around him over and over again; it’s heaven in an empty graveyard. It’s so fucked up, yet he can’t stop. You’re panting as he manipulates your body to mold with his. “I’m close.”

His hands fall on your ass, greedily kneading it as your hips begin to stutter, your orgasm climbing up just as your energy is falling down. It hits you like a truck: the peak of pleasure, accompanied by a silent scream, nails digging into his skin as your muscles tense. “Fuck,” you breathe once his thrusts begin overstimulating you, but it’s not for long as he shoots his load inside you with a groan. He’s twitching as his erection becomes flaccid, and you feel it as he pulls out.

“Bet it didn’t hurt,” he jokes while you recover from your climax. You’re leaking with his cum and he uses his shirt to wipe you clean, making you shake from how sensitive you are. “I’ll buy you the pill on the way home.”

“Thanks,” you plainly say and stand up to pick up your clothes. You’re trembling slightly and a little achy, but it’s nothing compared to losing your virginity.

“What? You gonna give me the cold shoulder now?” He’s only in his loose pants and has his shirt thrown over his shoulder. He buckles his belt while you put on your bra.

“Why did you make us act like a couple in front of Namjoon?” After hearing his confession, the interaction before bugs you.

“What do you mean?”

“Is it because you didn’t want him to think I was single? Because you like me?”

“No, he’s a convicted felon. Crazy motherfucker killed his ex’s new boyfriend,” he reveals with a scoff. “Besides, if you like me, you’d like him as well.”

Putting your shock aside, you realize one thing: Taehyung doesn’t want to be replaced. Does that mean you hold power over him? Or will he do anything at any cost to be in your life? Regardless of your internal monologue, you only reply with, “who says I like you?”

It’s a joke, and he knows it. As promised, he buys you an emergency pill and another shirt for himself on the way home. His days of slavery are over, and you wonder: where will he be tomorrow? Maybe take his father’s advice…

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arrowflier · 3 years

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hi arrow! can i get a fic of ian being jealous on a date (maybe someone flirts with mickey??) and mickey just loves it bc it makes ian all passive aggressive and bossy and saying 'my husband' 283949 times ❤️

Of course you can! Or at least I tried lol, it got a little random.💖

That Green-Eyed Monster (is my husband)

They never had really gotten in the habit of going on dates, before. Not real dates at least, in public places where you could eat with utensils or sit side-by-side and pretend to watch the entertainment while you were really just watching each other. They had tried, but something always got in the way--the military, jail sentences, arrest warrants, pandemics, family emergencies--they just had shit luck, alright?

So when things got a little less crazy on the aforementioned fronts, they started trying a little bit harder. They had a designated date night, now. Sometimes they planned together, sometimes they took turns surprising each other with heartfelt (or sometimes comical) plans.

This time, it had been Mickey's turn.

“Where are we going?” Ian asked yet again from where he was blindfolded in the passenger seat of Tami’s car. They’d usually take the ambulance, but Mickey didn’t want to stick out too much today—not in a place where an ambulance could potentially be needed.

“I still ain’t gonna tell you,” Mickey answered, but relented enough to add, “we’re almost there though, you’ll see soon.”

Sure enough, the entrance to the parking lot came up on the right, and Mickey swung in in that ridiculous little car.

As soon as Ian felt the car stop, he was reaching for his blindfold—not one of their good ones, just an old headband they had found on Debbie’s floor—but Mickey grabbed his hand before he could slip it off.

“Hey hey hey,” Mickey chastised. “What’s the rush there, flash?”

“What, I can’t be a little eager for our date?” Ian pouted, knowing it would get Mickey to give in. No matter how many times he tried to pretend that he wasn’t soft, Mickey always gave in to the pout.

He was right. Gentle hands pushed the headband off of Ian’s eyes, which were immediately filled with the sight of Mickey’s own as the other man ran fingers through Ian’s hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

“Alright, come on then,” Mickey ordered, leaving one firm kiss at the corner of Ian’s lips before pulling back and getting out of the car. “If you’re so eager, you get to pay.”

Ian chuckled as he let himself out and met Mickey around the front of the car. “Why would I pay?” he asked jokingly. “It’s your week to woo me, asshole, you get to foot the bill.”

“Foot the bill with your money, sure,” Mickey retorted, and Ian rolled his eyes as he automatically fell into step beside him.

“Our money,” he reminded his husband, getting an arm around his waist. He was always surprised when Mickey let him do that—he said it felt awkward to walk with the jolly red giant suckered onto his side—but this time Mickey actually leaned into him.

He didn’t even notice where they were, outside a little building in the middle of nowhere. He let go of Mickey to walk through the door ahead of him, fully intending to continue their playful banter, when he stopped still.

There were a lot of guns in this place.

Paintball guns, that was.

“Mickey,” Ian said slowly as his husband came up behind him, “did you bring me here to shoot me?”

Mickey just smirked as he swanned past toward the check-in desk.

“Maybe, hotshot,” he answered. “You gonna complain?”

Ian shook his head with a shit-eating grin.

“Hell no,” he declared. “You better be ready for me.”

Mickey signed his name on a waiver with a flourish and took the gun handed to him by a worker, tossing it to Ian.

“Am I ever not?”

—

Ian was having a blast, pun intended, as he shot the shit out of everybody else on the range. Mickey wasn’t faring too badly either; despite being on the opposite team, neither one of them had managed to shoot each other yet.

It didn’t hurt that Mickey looked damn good, either. He was completely in his element out here, taking guys out left and right with perfect marksmanship and even more perfect form, his shoulders barely moving with the recoil as he shot. Half the time, Ian missed his chance because he was too busy watching him to fire—the other half, he didn’t even want to if it meant taking Mickey out of the game and losing his eye-candy.

Finally, a break was called, and everyone filed off the course while it was reset for the next round.

Ian grabbed a bottle of water from a long table near the building, guzzling half of it in one go before looking around for his husband.

He found him quickly enough, recognizing his back immediately even in unfamiliar gear with his hair all mussed from the protective helmet they had to wear.

But he did not recognize the man standing next to Mickey, raking his eyes over Mickey’s stocky build.

The stranger was saying something, Mickey tossing his head back in laughter, and then a hand was on Mickey’s arm and Ian suddenly found himself at Mickey’s back.

“Everything good here, fellas?” Ian asked casually, standing a couple feet away.

“Fine, Gallagher,” Mickey said with a smile. “Johnny here was just tellin’ me he could give me some pointers before the next round.”

Ian raised his eyebrows, glancing from Mickey’s face to the stranger’s and back.

“Pointers?” he asked, voice going a touch high at the end. Who the fuck did this guy think he was, offering shooting pointers to Mickey fucking Milkovich? He had gotten there just in time, it seemed, because there was no way in hell Mickey would let that insult slide.

“Yeah,” Mickey said. “Says I need to work on my form a little, widen my stance, you know. Thought I’d give it a shot.”

Wait. What?

“I was just telling him,” the stranger—Johnny, though how they were on a first name basis already Ian had no idea—chimed in, “that I have a lot of experience with real firearms.”

“And I was sayin’ how much I admire a military man,” Mickey interjected with a smirk, “so I might as well let him show me some moves.”

“Mickey,” Ian hissed lowly, “what are you doing?”

Mickey didn’t answer.

“You ever shot a real gun, Mick?” Johnny asked abruptly, catching on that he was missing something but determined not to lose Mickey’s attention.

“It’s like nothing else, dude, I swear. The feel of that smooth metal in your hands,” he continued as he moved closer, lifting a hand to Mickey’s arm again. “The way it moves with you, goes off when you,” he leaned in even closer, and added in a low voice, “pull the trigger.”

Alarm bells were ringing in Ian’s head at this point.

“Nah,” Mickey was answering, “my guy won’t let me play with the real stuff.”

“Sounds like you need a new guy, then,” Johnny murmured, and Ian had had enough.

“He’s taken,” he cut in gruffly, moving to stand by Mickey’s side. He couldn’t hold Mickey with the gear in the way, but he got a hand on his back, at least, curling fingers into the top of his waistband.

Johnny looked at him askance, and shrugged.

“I don’t see a ring,” he pointed out, and Ian grit his teeth. They had taken them off before starting, for safety, and he never regretting following the rules more a day in his life.

“Besides, who are you to speak for him?” Johnny asked.

“Oh, this is Ian,” Mickey introduced quickly. He was smiling, the asshole, like some guy wasn’t trying to steal him from right under Ian’s own nose. “He’s my—”

“His husband,” Ian stated firmly, and watched Johnny’s eyes go wide. “His ex-army, ex-con husband.”

“Hey man, I’m sorry,” Johnny apologized, hands up. “I didn’t know.”

Ian nodded, ready to let it go despite his urge to send the man packing, when Johnny insisted on talking again.

“You can’t blame me though, right?” he said with a little, nervous laugh. “I mean, he looks so damn—”

He didn’t finish his sentence, too busy keeling over with his hands on his groin after Ian shot a paintball right at his balls at point-blank range.

—

Two minutes later, Ian and Mickey were racing to the car as employees chased behind them, yelling. Apparently it was frowned upon to shoot someone on your own team, outside the course itself, during a break. It didn’t help that Mickey had done the same right after, just for fun.

“Hurry up, you jealous fuck,” Mickey shouted at Ian as he fumbled with the door handle. “We gotta get outa here before they realize I gave them fake names!”

Ian fell into the car, giddy with adrenaline and laughter.

“The fuck did you do that for?” he giggled as Mickey threw the car into reverse and peeled out of the lot.

“Cause I knew you would do something stupid!” Mickey said, shoving at Ian’s shoulder with one hand when Ian just laughed harder.

Ian gather himself as they drove, and felt his heart-rate start to normalize after a few minutes on the road. He held Mickey’s hand over the gearshift, finger rubbing over the spot where his ring should be—where it would be again as soon as they had a minute to breathe. Then, just as he was almost calm—

“Shit, Ian,” Mickey gasped. “We didn’t return the fucking guns.”

That set them off again, and they had to pull over halfway home until they could stop laughing and hide the paintball guns under the back seat.

Franny and Fred would love them come Christmas.

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 4 years

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Words: 5,577 (Another long update!) Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria Warnings: Language, mentions of abuse, violence, sexuality, nudity, typical TWD A/N: This one is long and I really think ya'll are gonna like it! A/N: This is part of a series! Find the previous parts on the Masterlist! Summary: Daryl and Y/N run an errand outside the walls to help Alexandria prepare for the fight against the Saviors.

Your name: submit What is this?

The first errand Rick had asked of you and Daryl since you’d come back to Alexandria was to check out a place he had a hunch had been owned by a survivalist type. Rick had stumbled on it while out hunting with Michonne, but a small herd of walkers had started to come through and the two of them hadn’t been able to explore.

You’d both agreed that you would go and search the place.

“If it is what I think it is, there’s a bunker out there somewhere. And there should be a cache of weapons and ammo that we need, along with medical supplies, food, all kinds of gear,” Rick drawled.

You glanced over at Daryl and he was nodding. “Ya. We had a neighbor like. Crazy hermit, but that bastard had a stockpile of automatic weapons the military would envy. Even had landmines, grenades, IEDs, all kinds of shit. Merle and I stumbled on it when we were lookin’ for moonshine. Booked outta there scared shitless he was gonna find out what we’d seen and hunt us down.”

Rick nodded. “I hope this is a stockpile half as well supplied as that. Even that much would go a long way against the Saviors.”

“What about that herd on the highway? The one we talked about using?” you asked.

“All taken care of. Tara is on it,” Rick said. “Just don’t be seen. Don’t take any risks. No weapons cache is worth them getting their hands on either of you again.” He gave you both a long, stern look and you nodded.

“Alright,” Daryl said, lightly touching your back. “We’re on it. We’ll be back before dark. If we ain’t, somethin’ went sideways.”

Rick grabbed his shoulder. “Make sure that doesn’t happen.”

The archer nudged his nose up in a final nod and the two of your climbed onto his bike and set out.

The ride was uneventful but slow. You had to cut through pastures, fields, woods, trying your hardest to avoid the roads, and the whole way you kept your eyes peeled for any sign of anyone or anything that didn’t look quite right. You knew the Saviors used a lot of lookouts and your stomach churned the whole way, even after stopping and scanning with your binoculars cautiously.

Daryl suddenly slowed the bike and flipped out the kickstand.

His palm grazed over your hand briefly before it slipped from him and you climbed off, already on high alert.

“I think from here we should go on foot. Looks like that sign Rick mentioned up ahead.” He unstrapped his crossbow from the back of his bike as you shouldered your pack and rested one hand on the handle of the gun at your hip.

“Yeah, I think your right,” you agreed. You could feel Daryl’s eyes on your and you stopped your searching over the surroundings to meet them. “Hmm?”

He shook his head a little. “Nothin’. Just… I always feel split between bein’ glad you’re with me out here because I know how ya can fight and wishin’ ya were back safe behind the walls.”

You laughed a little sardonically. “Yeah… I feel the same way about you,” you replied, unsnapping the leather loop on the sheath of your knife in case you needed to draw it quickly.

“Alright. C’mon. Let’s see if we can find this asshole’s stash,” Daryl said, starting to lead the way through the underbrush.

You walked in silence together for a while. Shadowing him was easy as you had spent so much time outside the walls (and inside) that you could almost anticipate his every footfall ahead of you. Daryl’s eyes were narrowed and focused on the ground. You knew he was looking for any irregularity in the soil, any out of place branches or vegetation. He was intensely focused and despite your nerves you loved watching him work. Your eyes swept from side to side and back over your shoulder as you ghosted behind him.

Finally, he stopped dead in front of you abruptly. You peered around him and you thought you knew what he was seeing. There was a slight unevenness in a patch of soil ahead. It looked odd.

Daryl moved steadily toward it, stepping even more deliberately and carefully. You had discussed that a true prepper-survivalist type may have felt inclined to install some booby-traps to guard their bunker and supply caches. You stepped right where he had, stretching forward with your front foot to match his long strides.

Daryl knelt down and glanced back at you over his shoulder. You gave him a nod to tell him you were fine and rested your hand on your gun again in its holster. He dug his fingers into the earth and you watched as he froze again. The next moment he swept a patch of the soil and forest litter aside and you saw gray metal beneath it.

It was definitely something.

It was a long while before you finally opened the lid. You had checked as best you could for any kind of booby-trap or trigger mechanism on the hatch, but you knew that you couldn’t anticipate everything. Sweat was pouring off both of you by the time Daryl had snipped off the last heavy-duty lock and grabbed the handle.

He glanced back at you and you drew your gun, nodding and let out one last exhale. Just in case.

Daryl heaved the heavy lid open and hurriedly stepped away. There was no sound coming from the underground space. He cautiously nudged forward and you did the same. “Holy shit,” he uttered. He glanced up at you and you watched as a smile grew on his face. “Fuckin’ jackpot,” he said.

You moved up so you could look down into the space. The walls were lined with shelves and cabinets and they were stocked with weapons and ammo and supplies. One whole wall looked like it was just different kinds of grenades and bombs. “Well, this will help,” you said softly, your eyes round as you looked at the cache.

“Hell yah,” Daryl said, still staring down into the space with some disbelief. He climbed partially down the ladder and grabbed a semi-automatic rifle for himself and handed you one too, along with a box of ammo. He moved further in and you followed down the narrow staircase. One cabinet was entirely stuffed with medical and surgical supplies. You slipped your pack off and tucked in some basic supplies. Daryl lifted a large bottle from the shelf in front of him. “Goddamn.” He looked at you. “Narcotic painkillers and antibiotics. This guy was definitely prepared for some shit to go down.”

You caught a bottle of antibiotics Daryl tossed to you and stuffed it into your pack too before shouldering it again. “Yeah. Didn’t save him though. He’s just a skeleton in fatigues at this point,” you said, referencing what Rick had told you he found that led him to believe there may be hidden supplies.

“Mhm,” Daryl hummed. “Alright,” he said, tucking some more ammo into his bag. “Let’s button this place back up and go bring some good news home,” he said, glancing over at you with one corner of his mouth quirked up in a half-smile. That look got you every time and you smiled back warmly at him.

You both climbed back out into the open air and Daryl locked the hatch with heavy duty locks that would at least defeat bolt cutters. You helped him cover the hatch over with soil and litter again, and you both erased your tracks as best you could as you started the walk back toward his bike.

You were about halfway back to the motorcycle’s hiding place when you suddenly froze. The hair on the back of your neck was standing on end. Daryl froze beside you, his eyes narrowed and whirring over the foliage around you both. “Daryl,” you said quietly. “I feel like someone is watching us.” Your heart was racing.

“Mhm. I feel it too,” he drawled quietly. “C’mon. Quick and quiet.”

You started to move through the brush again but you had hardly gone five steps when Daryl stopped dead. He had heard something. The next thing he knew a bullet whizzed past his ear. “Down!” he threw himself over you, pushing you to the ground as more bullets struck the soil and brush nearby. You gasped in panicked breaths. “Shit!” he growled. “C’mon. Let’s go!”

Daryl grabbed your hand and the two of you ran, hunched over as you heard more bullets, obviously fired from automatic weapons, flying through the air close to you. Daryl pushed you gently ahead of him. Glancing back over his shoulder, he could barely make out four figures rushing toward the two of you. “Go! Run!” The archer spun around and fired off some rounds back at the men, hitting one who went to the ground.

You readied your own gun and raced through the brush as fast as you could. You were almost back to the bike. You hazarded a glance over your shoulder and could see Daryl checking behind him every few seconds. There was a pile of downed wood and debris ahead and Daryl grabbed your hand and pulled you over behind it, sinking down on his knees beside you and hastily putting a new magazine in his gun. “Didn’t think we’d be usin’ these guns so damn soon,” he whispered harshly.

You nodded in agreement. “It has to be them, right?” you asked, meaning the Saviors. Daryl nodded.

“There were four of ‘em. I hit one and he went down.” He frantically peeked back around the wood you were hiding behind. They were getting closer. They definitely had some kind of vehicle, maybe an ATV, because he heard an engine turn on. He glanced back at you desperately. The two of you obviously couldn’t outrun that on foot, and even on his bike, with you behind him, you’d be a perfect target. He gulped. “Alright. Stay here. I’m gonna lead ‘em away from ya,” he said, readying his gun again.

“What?! Daryl! No! We do this together!” you argued.

“Nah. With you on the back of my bike you’d be right in the line of fire. That ain’t happenin’,” he said. “I’ll draw ‘em off, circle around and come back for ya. Just stay hidden!”

“I can shoot back! Hell, you know I’m a crack shot. Stop! No!” you said frantically, grabbing his arm. “I’m not letting you do this!” Your eyes were wide and fearful.

His blue eyes flitted over your face. “Wasn’t a question.” He peeked out again and he could hear the engine of the ATV coming closer.

“Daryl. Daryl—” you hurriedly tried to reason with him one more time. “Don’t!”

But all the archer did was give you one last look before he clasped your face in both hands and kissed you. He slid his hands down your arms and gave you a final look. “I’ll come back for ya. S’gonna be okay.” Your eyes flitted between his, your brow drawn down low.

“Daryl—don’t—!”

You tried to grab hold of him to stop him, but just at that moment you heard a stick snap to your right and you spun around reflexively to look. When you glanced back, the archer was already disappearing in the opposite direction through the brush. He was surprisingly fast, even crouching and moving as silently as he was. “Fuck!” you swore to yourself. You left the shelter of your makeshift cover and as soon as you had stepped one foot out you were met with a hail of bullets that pinned you back in, one of them almost grazing your calf. “Son of a—” You raised your rifle to your shoulder and tried to heave in a few steadying breaths. You shifted some of the large branches that were leaning up against an old oak tree, the central support for most of the downed wood. When you had nudged them just enough you could see out. There. You saw him. One asshole with an automatic weapon. You raised the rifle and when your cheek was settled against the stock, you let out a slow exhale, lined up the man’s chest with your gun sight and pulled the trigger. He dropped immediately, a crimson stain spreading out on his chest. You sank back against the rough bark of the oak and let out a relieved breath.

You peeked around the barrier of rotting wood and downed trees and strained your hearing. You heard an engine suddenly revving in the distance followed by some shouting and more shooting. “Fuck! No, no, no!” You left your hiding place and started to race almost blindly through the woods toward the sound. But now you heard a second sound, and it was Daryl’s bike. You ran toward it and broke into a slightly more open understory. You could tell that the sounds were moving away from you and when you skirted around another patch of brush, you could barely make out two men on an ATV speeding after Daryl on his bike, one driving and one shooting. He was leading them back toward an old logging road. You tore off after them, pausing to fire off a couple of shots at the backs of the men before they disappeared in the vast woods. Your lungs were on fire and there was a stitch in your side, but you kept running. Soon enough though, all sounds had faded and you were left terrified in the eerie stillness that followed. There was nothing to do now except conceal yourself somewhere safe and wait and worry. You felt horribly helpless.

Your stomach churned as you tucked yourself into a thicket of blackberry briars and dogwood, clutching your rifle so hard your knuckles were snowy white. It was agonizing waiting and you were almost in tears as the worst-case scenarios ran through your head. You knew Daryl could outrun and out-maneuver an ATV on his bike, but if the man on the back shooting managed to hit him… You felt like you could be sick. If you’d been religious, it would have been the hardest you ever prayed about anything in your entire life. Instead, you sat in anxious agony.

Finally, after what felt like hours and hours, you heard the faint drone of an engine and you got up onto your knees, keeping the rifle stock tucked tightly into your shoulder. You strained your eyesight and hearing as you peered through the brush. As it came closer, you recognized the sound.

Not an ATV. It was Daryl’s bike. But still you waited. “Please be okay. Please be okay,” you whispered to yourself in a mantra. The sound came closer and closer until you could hear the snap of every stick beneath the heavy wheels. At last, a figure on the motorcycle came into view. It was Daryl. He was scrutinizing the ground, obviously looking for a trail to pick up that would lead back to you.

You let out a huge gasp of relief and jumped to your feet, leaving your place of concealment and rushing into view. Daryl stopped the bike and climbed off. You barreled into him and pressed your face into his shoulder, your arms around his neck. “I am so pissed at you right now but so relieved you’re okay!” You squeezed him more tightly and that’s when he couldn’t stifle a small noise of pain anymore, more of an exhale than anything. You drew back immediately and really looked at him, your brow furrowed. The leather gear he always wore to ride was torn and shredded on his right arm from shoulder to hem and across the right side of his back. He’d obviously had a reasonably significant fall and slide.

“Oh my God. Are you okay? How bad—” you asked desperately, now noticing that you could see some dark splotches staining the black leather jacket.

“M’fine,” he said, brushing it off. “I took out that one in the beginning and those two on the ATV but there was a fourth one.”

“I got him,” you said, searching his face which also had an abrasion on the right side near his hairline. You lightly turned his chin so you could look at it.

“S’okay. It’s nothing,” he said, gently taking your hands in his. “We gotta go. Let’s get outta here in case there are any more around…” he drawled, turning back toward his bike. “Lucky my bike ain’t fucked up,” he growled. But you caught his hand gently and he turned back. You arched up onto your toes and Daryl registered the fear in your eyes before you pressed a kiss to his lips, your eyes shut tight as you let the anxiety that had plagued you in his absence finally diminish. Daryl drew you into him and kissed you back.

“Okay,” you sighed when you broke apart, the worry line near your left eyebrow still quite pronounced as you met his blue eyes again. “Let’s go.”

_ _ _ _ _ _

When you made it back to Alexandria, Rick was the one at the gate. He rushed to climb down from the lookout post and hauled the gates open to you. Daryl paused and turned off the bike as Rick seemed to take in both of you and your condition.

He saw the blood staining through Daryl’s jacket and a shadow grew on his face. “What happened?”

“Take a wild guess,” Daryl drawled.

Rick let out a sigh that was part growl. “How many?”

“Four,” you said, your arms still wrapped gently around Daryl’s waist as you sat behind him on the bike. “We got all of them.”

Rick closed his eyes for a moment and nodded. “You alright? You need a doctor?” Rick asked Daryl, nodding toward the dark splotch of blood on his right arm.

“Nah. Just caught a good slide. Bit of road rash. I think I’m okay,” he drawled.

“We’ll see,” you said pointedly.

“New guns,” Rick said, his expression turning hopeful.

“Mm,” Daryl hummed. “Ya were right about that place. We found a cache. Enough explosives to blast every one of those sons’a bitches to Hell and back three times. More guns. Ammo. Medical supplies. It’ll be a huge help.”

Rick actually cracked a smile and nodded. “It’s a good start. A great start. I’m sorry you two ran into trouble. You sure you’re alright?”

You nodded. “It was a little dicey… but we’re here,” you sighed.

Rick nodded, his expression serious once again. “Alright. Go on and get cleaned up. You two have done more than enough. Thank you.”

Daryl started the bike and drove down the street, parking it in Aaron and Eric’s garage as usual. Then, the two of you started back to your house. You kept glancing over at him the whole way and finally Daryl met your eyes. “What?” he prompted.

“I’m trying to decide how mad I am at you for that shit you pulled out there,” you said.

“Now ya know how I felt when I found out ya had put yourself back in there with him,” he countered, and you realized he had a point. You pressed your lips together thoughtfully and nodded before gently lacing your hand with his, your fingers fitting between his perfectly and feeling like that’s where they were meant to be. Daryl gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

You were both exhausted and Daryl was more than a little sore. He really wasn’t looking forward to peeling his gear off and seeing the damage. You dumped your pack in the kitchen and busied yourself with pulling out the supplies and sorting them, some to go to the clinic and some to keep. Daryl carefully started trying to pull off his leather jacket, wincing at every muscle twinge. You looked up and saw him struggling and were reminded of how he had helped you with your jacket and flannel under similar circumstances, and then stayed to stitch up your arm, so long ago when you were practically strangers. You made your way over to him, your hands surprising him a little as they landed gently on his sides. He froze and glanced down at you, his jacket not even halfway off.

“Can I help?” you asked him softly. He nudged his nose up at you in a grateful nod and ceased his struggling. You gently pulled off his outer layer, letting it fall to floor in a soft pile. Your eyes took in the large bloodstains on his shirt, the cotton fabric wicking the crimson up easily. Daryl watched your brow furrow with concern again and he sank down heavily on a nearby stool. It suddenly settled over him just how bad things could have gone with those Saviors and he allowed himself to realize how terrified he’d been. It weighed on him and you easily saw the change.

You moved close to him again and Daryl’s arms immediately circled around you, pulling you into him until you were standing between his legs, as close as he could get you. He hugged you to him and breathed in your smell, his head resting against you just at the bottom of your breastbone, his touch needy and desperate. Your fingers immediately stroked through his hair and the archer listened to the steady rhythm of your heart beating in your chest. “We’re alright,” you said gently. “We made it.”

“Mmm,” Daryl hummed vaguely.

You both stayed frozen like that for a long while, each needing the other’s touch, until finally Daryl straightened up with a sigh. He glanced at the crimson splotches on the right sleeve of his shirt and anxiously chewed on his bottom lip. “Should probably just go up and shower,” he murmured. You nodded, withdrawing from him slightly. Your eyes immediately caught sight of the red stain across half his back again. Your stomach twisted.

“Y/N,” he said, interrupting your train of thought and drawing your eyes to his again. “Would ya, um—would ya—” he stalled out, his heart racing with nerves.

But there was sudden realization and surprise in your eyes and then your expression softened, and Daryl thought he saw a soft flush in your cheeks. “You want me to come with? Help you get cleaned up?” you asked softly.

He nodded, this time his eyes meeting yours and staying there. “I need ya,” he drawled.

You nodded at him and Daryl watched as your lips curved gently. “You’re okay with that?”

He nudged his nose up in a nod again, still holding your eyes. “Then, of course,” you murmured. “Come on.” Daryl stood and laced his fingers with yours. You trailed behind him upstairs and into the master bathroom. He sank back against the counter, not releasing your hand and pulled you into him again, studying the slope of your nose and all the flecks of color in your eyes.

You stroked a finger along his strong jaw and looked up at him. He released your other hand and wrapped his arms around you. You easily saw that he was nervous, the prospect of you seeing his old wounds looming so immediately in front of him, not to mention the normal nerves that come with another level of intimacy, and you wanted to put him at ease. “Hey—I don’t care about your scars, remember? I care about you. Every bit of you. Okay?”

Daryl leaned in and kissed you. It was sweet and gentle and a little pleading, and when he pulled back you found yourself wanting more, but you needed to patch him up. Your fingers went to the buttons on his shirt and you paused at the first one. “You’re sure?” you asked him, one more time, and the archer nodded, and clasped your face in one hand, his fingers tangling into your hair.

“M’sure,” he said quietly.

You nodded and unbuttoned his bloodstained shirt, your fingers occasionally brushing his bare skin underneath and sending goosebumps rising on his skin. Daryl’s heart fluttered at the sensation.

You pushed one side of his shirt back and it fell away from his left side as Daryl slipped his arm out. Your eyes hitched on the uncountable scars across his strong chest and stomach and your heart ached even while anger burned in your stomach that someone, anyone, could do such horrific things to a child, let alone their own son. Let alone Daryl.

Daryl gulped as he saw you taking in the sight of his bare chest, your eyes seeming to catch on the ugly scars crisscrossing his skin. But you quickly refocused and did your best to gently pull away the remaining fabric of his shirt from the swaths of road rash across his back, shoulder, and down his right arm. The cotton was sticking to the wounds and you apologized as it tugged a little as it came off. He was finally free of the fabric and you examined his injuries, your fingers so light they could have been the kiss of a breeze on his skin. The abrasions were large and you could tell he would be bruised and swollen from the fall. His muscles were already sore and tight from it.

When you finally straightened up and met his anxious blue eyes again, you gave him a small, reassuring smile, clasping his face and planting a gentle kiss on his lips, sweeping his hair out of his eyes. His arms draped around your lower back again, capturing you.

He gulped at the tightness in his throat. “Told ya they were worse than most,” he drawled quietly, ducking his head, self-conscious.

But you pressed your hand flat over his chest and felt the beating of his heart. Your thumb ran the length of one of the scars on his chest, your expression sad and thoughtful, and you leaned in and planted a kiss on it. Daryl looked up at you like he had never in his life expected anyone to even think of doing such a thing, and the surprise in his eyes left you aching. Your fingers found another scar and you repeated the action, leaving a kiss there before meeting his blue eyes again. They were a little bewildered. You felt the fingers of one of his hands tap a little anxiously on your lower back where they rested and he was still chewing on his bottom lip. You moved beside him kissed the end of one of the long scars that cut across his back, before resting your chin gently against his shoulder and carefully draping your arms around him.

“I see you, Daryl. I just see you.”

He was almost overwhelmed at your tenderness and just as he was struggling to come up with something worthy enough to follow all that, you broke from him and turned the shower on, testing the temperature of the water on your wrist until you were satisfied. Daryl watched you in disbelief as you came back to him with a small smile.

You leaned into him where he was still leaning against the counter and he watched as your fingertips floated to the hem of your shirt and you swept it off over your head and discarded it on the floor. You were sure your cheeks were a little extra pink, but at the same time you were amazed at how safe and comfortable and natural this all felt. Daryl pulled you more tightly into him, drinking in the sight of you, needing to feel your skin against his, his hands wandering over you with no fabric to keep his fingers from you. He pressed you against him and left a kiss in your hair. Soon the two of you were both all just skin, jeans and boots and underthings discarded on the floor. Daryl felt like he was in a daze as you gently pulled him toward the shower and under the warm torrent of water with you.

He held you against him and you both enjoyed the warmth cascading over your bare skin. Daryl shut his eyes and leaned his head back under the hot stream of water and you watched as some of the weight that had been on his shoulders since the scramble outside the walls suddenly lifted.

You grabbed a soft washcloth and gently passed it over his wounds, watching the dirt and dried blood wash away, tending to his arm and his back. You could see a tinge of deep purple bruising already forming where his body had collided most heavily with the ground. You looped your arms around him from behind, fingers splayed out on his strong stomach, watching the rivulets of water flow over his scars, and Daryl’s hand landed over yours. He turned and pulled you into him, needing to see you, his fingers gliding over your smooth skin, following the edge of your shoulder blade and down the curve of your spine, his eyes closed, learning you by feel. You looked up at this strong man, a true protector and warrior, yet who was capable of being so soft and your heart swelled. Daryl’s eyes opened and he looked down at you, the heat of the water bringing a rosy hue to your cheeks.

You lingered in the heat of the shower, smoothing the soap over each other’s skin, drinking in the closeness and intimacy. You washed Daryl’s hair and he thought he could fall asleep standing up with how relaxing it was. He returned the favor and you laughed as he almost got shampoo in your eyes. He smiled at you apologetically. “Sorry,” he drawled. “Almost blinded ya.”

You grinned at him. “It’s alright. You just need more practice.”

One corner of Daryl’s mouth quirked up and stayed there. He nodded. “I’m in.”

“Alright,” you said softly. “I think we’ve used enough hot water for now.” You leaned into Daryl, reaching behind him to shut off the tap. He watched the droplets rolling down from your collarbone and he felt a familiar bloom of warmth in his chest.

He pressed his hands gently into your lower back and met your eyes. “Thanks,” he said. “Just what I needed.”

You nodded and gave him a small smile. “Me too.”

Daryl reached out and grabbed the towels you had set out, wrapping you in one first before using his own. You stepped out into the bathroom and he watched as you wrung out the water from your hair. He still felt like he was in a dream, bewildered that with each step of intimacy between the two of you that he felt more and more safe, more and more sure of his feelings. There was a dark part of him that still doubted this, still expected you to run at some point, but it was shrinking. You were constant and continually showing him how important he was to you.

The archer moved against you as you stood in front of the mirror, combing out your hair, and his hands landed on your hips, sinking into the terrycloth material of your towel. He placed a kiss on the side of your neck, gentle and sweet, and your heart skipped a beat as you met his eyes in the mirror and smiled.

“We’ll just patch you up a bit,” you said. “Antibacterial ointment. Then… I’m tired,” you admitted.

“Me too,” he agreed. “Want nothin’ more right now than to be in bed with ya.”

You nodded. “Then let’s finish taking care of you and make it happen,” you smiled. You both pulled on some clean, comfortable clothes and Daryl sat on the edge of the bed as you finished tending to his wounds. Finally, when you were satisfied, you collapsed into bed beside each other. Daryl draped his arm over your waist and his fingers drew absent circles on your back. You smiled at the sensation, your eyes shut, and focusing on the feeling of his chest steadily expanding with each breath. You slipped your hand underneath his shirt so you could rest it against the bare skin of his side.

“Thank you,” Daryl drawled quietly.

Your eyes fluttered open, questioning. “Hmm?”

He shrugged a little. “Just thank you. You’re the most important thing to me,” he said, his tone warm and soft.

You studied the look in his blue eyes and nodded. “You’re the most important thing to me too. Thanks for being right here,” you said, moving in closer to tuck your head into the crook of his neck.

“Never want to be anywhere else,” he said. And soon the two of you drifted off to sleep.

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PRETTY IN PINK — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)

⤷ warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo

⤷ word count: 2.8k

— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖

this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!

life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.

free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.

other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.

speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.

“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know...just noticed it, i guess.”

but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.

“what do you mean we’re not allowed to come? i wanna go to the mall too!” mattsun whines, tugging at the sleeve of your cropped, button-up sweater, while you were bent over tying your laces.

“it’s a girl’s day out, emphasis on girl.” smacking his hand away, you straighten up; sending him the look your mother gives you when you’re being difficult. “so unless your little pee-pee grew into a powerful vagina, you’ll be staying home.”

“but makki’s practically a girl too!” the couch cushion that flew into his face was true to its aim, the swift whack shutting mattsun up.

“fuck off, little dick.” makki grumbled, lanky figure draped over the couch; sans aforementioned couch cushion that was covering his face before. mattsun tried to throw the pillow back at the pink-haired boy, but it was caught with ease. “we agreed to never bring that up again.”

“yeah well, y/n’s talking about some girl-time shit, like we didn’t take her to a strip club, filled with male strippers.” mattsun sasses back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “like makki didn’t get a lap dance from that guy-”

from the corner of your eye, the bulky figure entering the room catches your attention instantly. you could never get tired of eyeing up the way his shirt stretched around his fit body, how his sleeves cut a bit into his arms and knowing he could rip them up with a flex of his biceps. watching him walk up to you, the tightening of his navy blue gym shorts around his shaped thighs, had you mesmerised; dragging your gaze across the outline of his bulge, you swore it twitched just before he stopped near you.

“ready to go, y/n?” he offered a small smile, twirling his keys around his finger. at the sound of his voice, the other two boys halted their bickering over the strip club incident.

“oi iwa, no fair, are you going with y/n?!” mattsun interrogates, thick brows arched in question.

“i’m dropping her off.”

“oh.” makki chimes in. “out of everyone i thought you would be the one with the most complaints, iwa. just the other day when the two of you were together, i wanted to ask y/n for help with my project but you-”

“yeah, yeah that was the other day.” iwa cuts him off, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows, wanting to know what makki was going to say. oh well, you’ll just get it out of him after. “c’mon y/n, you’ll be late meeting the girls.”

iwa was on his way to the front door when makki asked you what was so different about this trip to the mall that you didn’t want any of the boys to come along.

“i’m going to buy new lingerie, and i need their opinions.” you shrugged, grabbing your hand bag so you could follow iwa out.

busy with shoving your phone into your purse, and checking you had all of your essentials, you failed to notice the scheming look shared between mattsun and makki. or how iwa stood frozen by the door, hand tightly gripping the handle, until you bumped into his warm back.

“lingerie...hm, i wonder for who?”

at makki’s words you felt heat rise up in your face, as you rubbed at your nose.

“y/n~! you could’ve just asked me to come along! i would love to give my opinion!”

you’d never seen keys flying so fast through the air, finding their mark on mattsun’s forehead.

after spending twenty minutes pressing an ice pack to the growing bump on mattsun’s forehead, and listening to him trying to explain to an irritated iwa that he was just playing around; you’d finally left the apartment, and was nearing the bustling shopping district. iwa had been quiet, though not awkward, with only the mellow songs of his playlist, named after you, playing during the short drive. he flicked his indicator on, spotting the two girls waving at you from the sidewalk, and pulled over to the side.

“thanks for the ride, iwa.” you mumbled distractedly, admiring the veins in his tanned arm as he shifted the gear into park.

“anything for my pretty lady.” iwa lifts the corner of his mouth up into a sweet grin, olive green eyes flitting over you next to him. he doesn’t even realise he’d called you his pretty lady, and you press a hand to your heated cheek; ignoring your friends cooing and pointing at the two of you. “do you need some money? are you gonna be warm?” he leans closer to you, putting his arm behind your seat as he searches through his gym back in the back. the intoxicating smell of his cinnamon cologne invades your senses. “i’ll give you my jacket, just let me find it.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, grabbing his bicep to stop him, giving it a firm, very self-indulgent squeeze. “iwa.” you called out to him. he turned to look at you, wide eyed and so fucking adorable. “you’re acting like my mom.”

his handsome features relaxed as he released an airy laugh. “well i love your mom, so i’m fine with that.” he pulled his arm from behind you, jacket in his grip, though not in a way to make you let go of his arm.

“i still can’t believe she messages you to make sure i’m eating right.” you groaned, still squeezing his arm playfully. “and stop trying to give me money, it’s like you want to be my sugar daddy or something.”

iwa’s arm tenses under your touch as he processes your words. “alright, time for you to go.” you manage to catch the bright blush dusting his cheeks; your hand reaching out to pinch them yet all you feel is the material of his jacket as he shoves it into your arms. “get out, your friends are waiting for you.”

you pout at his dismissal; but with the way he was so flustered, scratching the back of his neck and hiding his pretty eyes, you decide to let him off easy

“‘kay, fine~” you drawled in a sing-song voice.

making a show of collecting your things together, you dramatically tugged your seat belt loose; reaching for the door but halting in your actions when the weight of his large hand, dropped on top of your head. allowing him to angle your head to face him, he gifted you with a soft smile that had you ready to melt into the passenger seat.

“be safe, alright?” your eyes blinked with each gentle pat on your head - once, twice, thrice - most likely ruffling your hair you’d spent a good amount of time on. “now go, text me and i’ll pick you up later.”

puffing your cheeks, you nodded as he squeezed your scalp affectionately. unlocking the door, you stepped outside into the cool air, wrapping iwa’s big jacket over your shoulders as goosebumps rose underneath the thin material of your sweater. bumping the door closed with your hip, you bent at the waist and stuck your head through the open window

“bye, iwa.” your lips pressed together in a shy smile.

he mirrored your smile. “see you later, pretty lady.”

walking away, tugging the collar of his jacket closer, you could feel his eyes following after you. only half-listening as the girls teased you, hooking their arms through yours to walk through the entrance of the mall; you glanced back once more to see iwa stick a hand out and wave, before driving off once you disappeared from his view.

steam whirled up and around iwa, as a contented sigh escaped his parted lips. stood underneath the spray of warm water, he felt the tension begin to evaporate from his taut muscles

iwa’s gym sessions, as of late, had been rather extreme. well, it had been this way for a couple of months now, ever since he had met you. he had to overwork his body, send it into overdrive and power through the fatigue - it was the only way to release some of his pent up frustration. the frustration that came with crushing on you, and not acting on it.

you were so fucking gorgeous to him, and you were so damn sweet. every part of his being was steadily entangling itself around your presence, and he had no idea how to stop it. not that he would even want to try. when you were nearby, his ears would begin to twitch at the sound of your voice, searching for you; and when you touched him, wrapping your delicate fingers around his arm to steady yourself, or poking your fingers at his back absentmindedly while teasing his roommates, he could feel his skin tingle all over. but it was when you would look up at him, sparkles in your beautiful eyes, that iwa knew he was a goner.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he just wanted to make you his. have you in his arms…and bury himself so deep inside you-

“fuck.”

he shut off the shower with a bit more force than necessary. this was exactly the reason why he’d been visiting the gym more, working out for longer, because his mind was plagued with thoughts of you under him.

especially after seeing you in your cute outfit today. he feared that you’d catch his eyes lingering too long on the exposed skin of your tummy, or trying to memorise the curve of your lush thighs in those jeans. hell, he could barely say anything to you on the drive to the mall, tongue running dry with you so close to him.

with a huff, he carefully stepped out of the shower; wrapping his fully white towel around his hips, and moving into his room. kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way towards his side table just in time for his phone to go off.

grabbing the device and waiting a second for the facial recognition to process; he was surprised to see it was an instagram notification from you. expecting another food porn post, he was dead wrong; with absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared him for what greeted his eyes.

“holy,” he collapsed onto his bed, holding his phone to his face. “fuck.”

you...you-

“fuck!” he growled out.

you’d sent him a photo in your new lingerie, albeit it was most likely by accident, but there you were modelling your new all-pink set. the one he had 'chosen’.

with your arms raised above your head, brushing your hair over your shoulders, the stretched out pose accentuated the curve of your breasts, almost spilling out from the strapped confines of your bra. could he even call it that? it was all studded belt straps and buckles, that matched the thick choker-collar around your lithe neck, and it was not helping his current situation. grazing his eyes lower, a thin belt was clipped around your waist, before a sliver of skin lead downwards to the skinny, almost sheer, material of your panties. it was high waisted, dipping behind your wide hips and the teasing curve of your ass. and then your thighs, fuck how he wanted his face to be squeezed between them. thigh-high stockings dug into your plush thighs, squished out from the way you were sitting on your rug.

leaning back onto his bed, iwa was tempted to check if his heart was still beating, if he was even breathing at this point. but he did check, and he was alive; and the blood circulating his body was currently flowing straight to his groin.

the sight of you, so fucking pretty in pink, was burned into his mind forever.

under his palms the prickling sensation spread across his fingers, itching to relieve himself. one hand trailed across the panes of his abdomen, while the other grabbed at his phone; though it almost went flying out of his hand when it started vibrating and your contact photo flashed on his screen.

“shit.” he cursed, clearing his throat and trying to even out his breathing. he accepted the call after a moment. “hello?”

“iwa?!” at the sound of your voice he could feel his dick twitch, and he clenched his teeth together; annoyed at himself. he needed to get a grip. “oh my god, iwa, i am so sorry!”

‘no, i’m sorry that i want to fuck you so bad right now.’ is what he wants to say. “it’s...fine, y/n.” is what he manages to get out.

he hears you chuckle a bit awkwardly on the other end of the line. “shit, i’m so embarrassed right now.” you confess. “i meant to send that to the girls…”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed.” if anyone was to embarrassed it was him. he’d spent months pining after you, and now here he was lying on his bed aching to touch himself to you, towel fisted in his free hand. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” at least that managed to come out right.

“thank you, iwa...i only realised what happened when i was about to send another showing the back!” you laughing at your antics fell deaf on his ears, when the thought of your ass seized control of his mind.

how often had he admired the shape of you the past few months. daydreaming of the way you’d feel in his big hands, silky skin dug into by his long fingers, cheeks jutting out between them. he wanted to hold your ass in the palms of his hands, squeeze and tease you...his hips buck up, grinding against the cotton of the towel and a loud groan escapes his mouth.

“oh- iwa? are you okay?” you asked him, so innocently. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m good...i just- something’s come up,” he hissed out, glancing down at the red tip of his cock peeping up at him. “i’ll call you later.”

“oh, of course! sorry again iwa, hehe, i’ll delete the photo. talk soon!”

his eyes shut at the sound of your giggle, free hand already rubbing himself. “bye.”

ending the call and moving the phone away from his face, he stared at the photo again, thumb hovering over the ‘save’ option, before pressing yes. he’d keep it locked away just for him, a treasured piece of you in his gallery. starting to stroke himself to your perfect body, he waited for the notification that you had deleted the photo from the conversation.

but it never came, though he did, and the photo remained buried under new food posts sent from you.

yet it wasn’t til a few weeks after that iwa began to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as much of an accident as you made it out to be.

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topazy · 3 years

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Silent bloom

Pairings: Finn Collins/ Reader Bellamy Blake/reader

Warnings: swearing, and character death

Chapter: 2.03

"They want you. If we want a truce, we have to give them Finn."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Raven asked, stepping forward.

Clarke avoided making eye contact with any of you, "That’s their offer."

"That’s not an offer," you snapped. "That’s a death sentence."

"It’s punishment," Finn squeezed your shoulder lightly as he brushed past you. "For what happened at the village. Blood for blood."

—

Murphy walked towards where Finn was standing with a complex look on his face. "Hey, man. Byrne actually gave me a gun. I guess we really are screwed, huh? Look, we kicked their asses last time. We’ll do it again."

Finn looked at him blankly and said, "A lot of people died last time."

You chewed on your bottom lip as Bellamy and Finn continued talking, completely zoning out. Would the grounders really take Finn as a trade? The thought made your stomach turn. Your biggest fear right now was that someone would betray Finn and turn him over.

Hearing Clarke’s voice, you looked up again, to see Finn and Bellamy walking in another direction.

"Hey," Murphy said, stepping forward. "Any orders for me, princess?"

The blonde glared at him, "stay away from me."

You were surprised at the look of hurt on his face. "Just trying to be helpful."

It was obviously by the venom in Clarke’s voice that she blamed Murphy for what happened in the village. "You were with him at the village."

"I tried to stop him."

"Not hard enough!"

"You know, you want to start blaming people, Clarke?" Murphy stepped closer to her. "He wasn’t out there looking for me, was he? It’s not my fault he went batshit crazy."

He was out there looking for you.

You stepped in between them, stopping this before it went any further. "Enough! Both of you. Clarke, go do whatever it is you need to do. Yelling, and arguing isn’t helping anyone."

You watched Clarke walk away before turning to face Murphy, who looked slightly guilty. "What?"

"I…I didn’t mean it was your fault."

You shrugged, pretending his words didn’t strike a nerve. "Whatever, we have more important things to think about. Like how the hell we are going to save Finn."

"He’s a dead man walking," Murphy raised his hands defensively when you raised your brows at him. "What? I’m only pointing out the obvious."

You looked back towards the fence, and slowly walked towards it as the chanting got louder. You felt a lump at the back of your throat, as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

Murphy stood beside you, "jus drein jus daun, Jus drein jus daun."

"Blood must have blood."

You looked back around to face Abby, and Jaha who were talking to some guards. "You don’t trust them, do you?"

"Do you?"

Murphy scoffed at your comment. Of course he didn’t. Nobody who has been screwed over by them should.

"Well, angel eyes, if we leave it to them, we are definitely screwed."

"Yeah," you agreed. Besides Abby, none of them would care what happened to Finn. "We’re going to need a miracle to happen."

—

"What’s the plan?" You asked, stopping beside Finn.

"The dropship."

Clarke shook her head. "You know that this is the safest place for him right now.”

"It isn't if they're turning on him," Bellmay pointed out. "We can protect him at the dropship until we figure this thing out. Grab your gear and meet at Raven's gate in five minutes. She’s already working on cutting the power to the fence."

Bellmay was right. Going to the dropship would probably be the safest place for him right now. It would also give you time to try and figure something else out.

"Okay," Finn nodded. "But nobody's coming with me."

You frowned, "of course we are. This isn’t up for discussion."

Clarke pressed her lips together. She still didn’t seem convinced that it was a good idea. "We are surrounded by Grounders."

"It will be easier if we split up." Noticing others starting to shout at a Finn you gripped his arm as Bellamy knocked the boy called Gruff out. "We need to go, now."

—

You nervously gripped the gun tightly, praying you didn’t make too much noise as you walked through the forest.

"I know I’ve said it before, but-"

"Shh," you stared at Finn wide-eyed.

He has been mostly silent since you caught up with him, and now wasn’t the time to start talking. You knew by the look on his face that he wasn’t going to let whatever was on his mind go.

"I was scared... when you disappeared. I thought I’d never get the chance to say I’m sorry, and I needed you to know that I love you."

"Finn," you stopped walking and turned to face him. "We have talked about this. None of it matters now, all that matters is getting you through this. We find a way to save you, and then we rescue Monty and Jasper, along with everybody else who the mountain men took." You let out a small laugh, "Who would have thought it would be grounders that saved me from them? "Ironic, huh."

"What were they like, the grounders who took you?" He whispered.

"Eh…good as far as kidnappers go. They gave me clean clothes, food, and water." You let out a sigh, "I was afraid they were going to torture me like they did Murphy."

“You have a soft spot for him."

"No I don’t."

For the first time in a long time, you saw Finn smile, "Oh my God, you have a crush on him."

Him teasing you reminded you what life was like back on the ark before everything went to shit. It made you almost forget when you were in the forest in the first place.

You shoved Finn’s arm playfully, "shut up. I just feel bad for him."

"You do like Bellamy though."

You shot Finn a look, "let’s not."

"He’s a good guy, he’d keep you safe. I’m sure of it."

"And who’s going to keep you safe from me? Because once this is all over, I have no issue raising hell if you don’t stop teasing me, Collins."

"What do we do after the dropship? Where do we go? You think the Grounders will just leave when they find out I'm gone? Is this the best way to help our friends inside Mount Weather? "

You gave him a sympathetic smile, "will figure this out."

The last thing you remember seeing is the horrified look on Finn’s face as a loud yelling came from behind you.

—

You let out a loud groan as you sat up. Looking around, you were confused. The last thing you remember was walking in the forest.

"Y/N," Clarke knelt down beside you. "Take it easy when you sit up. You got knocked out."

Of course you did.

"How’s your head?" Finn asked as he helped you stand up.

"Never been better."

"It will be another neat scar to add to your collection," Murphy shrugged.

You ignored his comment as Finn spoke to you in a hushed voice. "When you went down... I thought you were dead. Because of me."

"Finn," you say softly. "I’m right here."

"I’ve killed so many people."

You shook your head, "things that we've done to survive... they don't define us."

"What if you're wrong? What if this is who we are now?"

Not knowing what to say to comfort Finn, you pulled him in for a hug at the same time that Bellamy rushed into the drop shop. "We got company!"

"Oh fuck. We’re surrounded."

As everyone made their way to the outside of the ship, Bellmay stopped to face you. "I’m glad you're okay. You had me worried for a moment."

"Thanks. But honestly, I’m still worried."

—

"They’re not moving any closer."

"Staying out of range. Probably waiting until it's dark."

Murphy looked up at him, "If we hit them now, at least we'd take them by surprise."

You wouldn’t admit it out loud, but Murphy's idea made sense. You didn’t like it, but he did have a point. "The problem is, we don't even know how many of them are out there."

Murphy rolled his eyes, "I’m not hearing any better ideas, Daisy."

Raven stepped forward. "We’ll give them something."

Bellamy looked at her, confused. "All they want is Finn."

Raven looked away from the rest of the group, as her eyes landed on Murphy. "Finn wasn't the only one at the village."

"You can’t be serious! We aren’t handing anyone over to the grounders."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Raven, I came here to protect him. You were the one who wanted me to come." A hurt expression crossed over Murphy’s face. "You... That’s why you asked me to come along."

The brunette glared at him. "Enough Grounders saw him at the village. They’d believe he was the shooter."

"Sick bitch!" Murphy spat.

Clarke tried to calm her down. "Raven, you don't mean this."

"You know what they do to people?" you said, stepping towards her. "They want Finn, nobody else. We can’t protect him if we are fighting among ourselves.

Raven ignored what you said and pointed her gun towards Murphy. "They want a murderer, we'll give them one."

Hell no.

You shared a knowing look with Finn, before moving to step in front of Murphy. "Raven, this is insane! Put it down."

"Daisy, move out the way, I don’t want to hurt you. Murphy drop your weapon!"

"Raven, stop this before somebody gets hurt!" You yelled back at her. You knew deep down she wouldn’t actually shoot you, but you weren’t so sure about Murphy.

Ravenstill refused to lower her weapon, "I said drop it."

"Stop! Stop!" Finn pushed her hand down so the gun was no longer pointed in your direction. "We're not doing this. They’ve got us surrounded. The only thing we can do is stay. And defend this place. Murphy?"

"Yeah?"

"Go upstairs with Daisy. You two watch the rear. I'll take the lower level. You three, take the front gate. That’s the plan. All right?"

As Murphy walked ahead, you hugged Finn again, saying, "We’ve got this."

"May we meet again."

"We will." You pulled back from him, "I better go make sure nobody else tries to kill him."

"Yeah. Be careful."

—

When you joined Murphy, he glared at you. "Are you insane?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You stepped out in front of me! Raven could have shot you!"

Taken aback by his yelling, you shuffled uncomfortably. "She wasn’t going to-"

Murphy cut you off, "you don’t know that. Don’t ever do something like that for me again. Ever!"

You turned and faced the other direction, to avoid looking at him. Why was he so upset? You were only trying to keep everyone safe.

Hearing yelling, you quickly made your way towards the other side of the ship. "What’s happened?"

Bellamy looked at you with fear in his eyes. "Finn’s handed himself in."

—

You stood on the edge of Camp Jaha by the gates, squinting. Grounders were putting a large post into the ground. "What is that?"

"It’s for Finn," Clarke confirmed. "They want us to watch."

As others talked about what to do next, you noticed Clarke getting ready to leave. "What are you doing?"

"I’m gonna talk to the commander."

"Okay," you stepped beside her. "I’m going with you."

Bellamy stared at you both. "What else do you have to say?"

You sighed. "I don't know, but we need to try."

Raven stepped in front of you. "Give me your hand. If she won't let him go, kill her. Things will go crazy, and we'll grab you and Finn. Daisy, you and Clarke have to help him. I owe him my life."

Before you had a chance to say anything, Raven slipped a small knife into your hand.

—

As you and Clarke walked into the commander's tent, a grounder stepped forward and pressed a spear up against your chest.

Clarke seemed to know who the grounder was. "We are here to talk to your commander. Let us through."

Looking down, you noticed small drops of blood appearing on your top. The grounder has cut you.

"Let them pass," the commander said before looking you up and down. "You bleed for nothing. You cannot stop this."

As Clarke pleaded with Lexa to spare Finn’s life, you noticed Ada standing guard. When she noticed you walking toward her, she frowned. "You are here to beg for the traitor's life?"

"Finn’s my friend. He did an awful thing, something he can’t undo, but torturing him won’t bring anybody else back."

"He killed Zelda."

"I’m sorry…" you whispered. "It’s all my fault. He killed all those people because he thought they had taken me."

"You can’t save him, blood must have blood." Ada said harshly. "If you try to save him, all of your people will die."

Tears spilled onto your cheek. You turned to face the commander, "can I say good-bye?"

The commander paused for a moment before nodding. You were surprised that she was allowing you to talk to him, but you didn’t have time to overthink it. It was probably because of Clarke anyway. You needed to help him. You couldn’t let Finn die by the death of 1000 cuts.

You rushed towards Finn, and kissed him. "I love you, Finn, I never stopped."

"I’m scared."

You wiped tears from his cheek. "You’re gonna be ok. I won’t let you suffer." You kissed him once again, before showing him mercy. "You’re ok."

"Thanks, Daisy."

Stepping back, the only sound you could hear was your own sobs, mixed with Raven's screams, as you stared at Finn’s limp body.

Season two

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griffintail · 3 years

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The Start of Something

Summary: It’s the start of a beautiful story on the Dream SMP.

Pairing: Wilbur Soot x F! Reader

Previous | Next

Warnings: Swearing

A/N: So the reader will have a set hair and eye color but I hardly ever mention those facts so it’s not going to be that big a deal. It’s just a point of the plot.

Oh and (Y/U/N) means YOUR USERNAME.

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(Y/N)’s POV

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I spun in my chair, adjusting my beanie as I waited for the exact moment my stream was to start. I hadn’t exactly talked to anyone on the SMP but it was still fun to stream on there. Soon, my timer went off and I fired up the stream.

“Hello magical people! Welcome back to another wonderful day on the SMP! I have levels today so hopefully we won’t need to bother Mr. Soot. We’re going to actually try and talk to people today if we’re able so, let’s see who’s on!”

I logged onto the server, hitting tab to see who was on.

“A new name! Purpled. Something tells me I want to give him the Lilac.”

<(Y/U/N)> Hello good fellows! \o

<Tubbo_> Hello! \o

<WilburSoot> Hello Ms (Y/U/N)

I smiled at the responses as I went down to my flower chest taking out a lilac as I glanced at chat.

“Two new names? Oh! Yeah, sorry guys, I already met the Dream team. They gave me a tour offline. I’m sorry. I’ll pop by and maybe say hello to Mr. Sapnap.”

I asked for Purpled’s coordinates, meeting up with him to give him his flower before going back towards my house.

“Wait, why is everyone telling me to hide my brewing stands?” I raised an eyebrow as I looked at chat. “I mean, I guess? I’m just confused.”

I kept my eye on chat trying to figure out was going on as I went home when I saw in-game chat.

<WilburSoot> general 1

“Is something going on with the gentlemen? Is that why you’re telling me? I’m not going to hop on the discord just yet because they weren’t talking to me.”

I was very curious though. I came towards Tubbo’s house seeing several of them outside his house. Tubbo threw his brewing stands at Tommy and then they all dashed into his house.

“Some shady deals going on there don’t you think? Should I check on the children like the good mother that I am?” I asked chat as I hesitated outside the gate.

There was a resounding yes in the chat and I chuckled as I adjusted my headset, the boys leaving the house.

“Ok, let’s give them a ring.” I pulled up discord taking a deep breath as I looked at their call before going in as I went back to the game. “Gentlemen?”

The first thing I heard was one of them scream and laughed as I followed them on the path.

“WOMAN! You must leave im--" Who I could assume was Tommy start before Wilbur cut in as they stopped in-game.

“No wait Tommy, remember we need to make sure everyone knows.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Know what?”

“Do you have any brewing stands or blaze rods Ms. (Y/U/N)?” Wilbur asked as though it was the most urgent matter.

“I mean yeah at my house and enderchest…”

“No, no, that’s not good as soon as we help Tubbo we need to collect yours as well.” Tommy declared and I smiled slightly at his dramatics.

“And may I ask why gentlemen?” I questioned as we started to walk again.

“Their code is all wrong! It’s all broken and if you have any you’ll just explosively shit!” Tommy exclaimed and I snorted putting a hand over my mouth.

“You should probably watch your language Mr. Innit but this is of the upmost concern then! We must help everyone! But what are you gentlemen doing to protect yourself?”

“We have a disposable sight elsewhere, as soon as we gather everything, we’ll get rid of it!” Wilbur declared.

“Well then let’s get to the nearest ender chest now!” I nodded in-game before sprinting towards Tommy’s house. “How long until it comes into effect Mr. Soot and Mr. Innit?”

“Soon, it’s of the upmost urgency that we dispose of them as quickly as possible.” Wilbur said.

“Actually, I know, I know how I can get there quicker.” Tubbo commented seeing him drinking a potion. “I have a speed pot.”

“Oh thank, oh thank god! Run, run.” Tommy commanded.

“That’s good, potions are really, really good. You should always use potions as often as often as possible where ever you can buy them.”

Now I see where this is going, shaking my head, I still followed all of them towards Tommy’s; Sapnap, Tubbo, and Tommy in front of Wilbur and I as Tubbo let out a confused sputtering.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure, I’m sure something will come up.” Wilbur brushed it off.

“I can hear starting to come up we need to get the blazes rods out! Get it out!” Tommy shouted, causing Tubbo to shout, making confused shouting to happen as I walked through the gates of Tommy’s area.

“Ok! Ok! Ok! I’ve got ‘em! I’ve got ‘em!” Tubbo announced.

“Ok! Hand them to me! Now! Now!” Tommy demanded.

“Take it! Take it! Take it!” Tubbo chanted as he threw them but as Wilbur and I stopped in front of them, Sapnap punched Tommy away and took all the blaze rods.

The shouting quieted as we watched Sapnap in surprise.

“He’s gonna, he’s gonna shit. Just watch him.” Wilbur told us.

“Oh boy.” I muttered, crouching as I backed up with the rest of them.

It became a jumble of words as the boys backed up to what Tommy called the Power Tower but I broke from them, deciding to go around the other building he had called the Cuck Shed, dashing for the ender chest. Sapnap was too focused on them as I went in to see my own gear.

Grabbing the stack of blaze rods, I hesitated as I hovered over my full netherite set, smirking to myself as I already knew the chat’s answer. I muted on Discord looking at my Twitch chat.

“Should I be ready to become the goddess chat? I mean, as far as I can tell, Tommy and Wilbur have nothing and Tubbo has iron but Sapnap now has all the cards with enchanted diamond sooooo…”

Before I had even finished my sentence, the chat spammed yes with the emote of me holding a shield, with a face that meant I was ready for war.

That’s my chat.

I grabbed my armor, axe, and sword but didn’t put it on as I sprint to catch up with everyone retreating towards the woods as I unmuted.

“You tell them why they’re breaking the law Wilbur. Tell them why.” Tommy said as I stood behind Sap and Tubbo.

“They have the, they have the brewing stands. Aren’t they gonna like shit themselves if they have them?” Sap questioned.

“Yeah.” Tubbo realized.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Tommy protested. “We’ve got equipment.”

Everyone stopped as they started talking over one another.

“You really can’t follow us.” Wilbur said once it quieted down.

“What is the disposal system? Can we see it?”

There was a brief silence before Wilbur spoke.

“Yes, yes. Come with me.” He sounded hesitant but still lead us further into the woods. “If you come with me, we’ve, uh, got a mobile disposal unit out here. That we’re using to, dispose of it.”

Over the hill, I could see it and I muted my discord as I snorted once more, a hand over my mouth muffling it. It was an RV, a van.

“This is all about drugs isn’t it?”

I unmuted as I listened.

“I’m going to ask that you don’t come inside.” Wilbur instructed.

“Yeah, you have to stay on the other side of the river please.” Tommy agreed.

“It’s dangerous. It’s dangerous.”

I watched Sap get closer, carefully following behind him as they protested. If anyone was going to fight the, “operation”, going on here, it was him.

My assumption led to be correct as Sapnap spoke.

“Wait, Tubbo, (Y/U/N), I don’t think it’s a disposal system.”

“Wait, it looks like a drug lab or something.” Tubbo went.

Wilbur started muttering to Tommy as Sapnap sprinted towards the van.

“Are you guys…? I need to look for myself.” Sap said before going into the van, I quickly following having tried to block him but got pushed in.

He went into the back room with Tubbo, I being able to see in and see the line of brewing stands.

“These guys are…”

“You guys are drug dealers!” Tubbo exclaimed, pulling a sword.

I looked at Tommy and Wilbur before stepping forward, showing my netherite one, making Tubbo step back.

“And so, what if they are? What are you going to do about it?” I asked.

“We have a court house for things like this!” Tubbo reminded us.

“Who says they’re going to court? You aren’t the law.”

“Are you with them (Y/U/N)? Have they’ve gotten you addicted to, to this?” Sap questioned.

“No, I’m not an addict to anything.” I huffed as I typed to Wilbur. “So, I suggest you just hand over those blaze rods.”

You whisper to WilburSoot: Distract him to face away from me.

“No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Tommy, I think, I think we should go.” Wilbur said moving for the door out.

“Where are you going?” Sap quickly asked following them so they didn’t get away, turning his back to me.

I smirked as I glanced at the chat seeing the spam of emojis as I equipped my gear, Tubbo retreating further back into the van, terrified of my armor. I shook my head at him in-game before putting a shield on, stepping out.

“All of you are going to court.” Sapnap declared on the other side of the river.

I leaned into my mic, putting on my crazy sing song voice. “Think again~!”

I crit him with my sword, setting him on fire, causing him to scream as he dove for the water. He blocked with his shield but I dove in with no mercy and hit him with my axe before using my punch bow to push him out of the water. He started sprinting away as I ran after him.

“What are you doing?!” He shouted.

“Taking back what isn’t yours!” I grinned before critting him three more times before the text appeared in chat.

Sapnap was slain by (Y/U/N) using [The Goddess’s Sword]

“Mr. Soot. I suggest picking this up.” I said as I leaned back in my chair, everyone silent except for Sapnap protesting.

“How could you do that?! You’re going to team up with drug dealers?! This isn’t allowed!”

“Oh yeah? I think the text says it all. You got KOed by the Goddess bitch.” I smirked as the chat shouted out pogs and cheered. “General 2 men!”

I switched Discord rooms as Wilbur came over picking up Sapnap’s gear getting the respective achievements for the blaze rods and diamond gear. Two pings went off in Discord, I laughing as the silence was filled.

“Holy shit! That was insane! Holy shit!” Tommy kept shouting. “Sorry mum!”

My laughs died to giggles as I looked at Wilbur.

“Soooo, you guys need a little hired help?” I asked. “Because, that was my application Mr. Soot.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Fair enough. What’s the price for your services Ms. (Y/U/N)?” Wilbur questioned.

“Wait Wilbur, a WOMAN helping us?” Tommy questioned now.

I chuckled as I came towards Tommy, who backed up quickly, leaning into the mic again. “You want to question me?”

“No! No ma’am! I’m sorry ma’am!” Tommy quickly sputtered.

“I didn’t think you’d be quite so…intimidating Ms. (Y/U/N). You seemed quite nice after all.” Wilbur spoke up.

I leaned back again as I noticed Tubbo’s name tag no longer in the van. “It’s all about appearances Mr. Soot! Take a look at your lovely van! Seemingly innocent on the outside but all the excitement in the back. All good business men and women know that you need to have the good exterior but when the time comes, you need to stab a bitch. And I don’t need any payment, just a place in your business and the supply when I need it.”

He chuckled. “Alright, well welcome to the team Ms. (Y/U/N).”

“Excellent! Let’s get to work.” I clapped my hands before going into the van with the two of them.

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Third Person POV

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Wilbur had been trying to desperately take the bit back on track. He hadn’t planned for someone to just derail it as such but then (Y/U/N)…She stepped in from nowhere with stacked gear. The psychotic but beautiful sing song voice had given him a shiver as he watched in shock as she slayed Sapnap with ease. As he was stuck in his shocked, silent state and grabbed the gear, he noticed his chat spamming the words, The Goddess.

Was that another name for her? Was she an expert at PVP the same as Dream and Technoblade? It would explain how Dream might know her. Another highly praised PVPer? He would have talked to her.

He just hadn’t expected such intimidation from the lady that had brought flowers to every new player on every server she had been on; the same lady that called people Mr. and Ms. and gentlemen. It was quite interesting, Wilbur wondered if she was like that in public, polite and kind until the situation called for another girl.

Maybe he should get to know the woman himself.

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