#Like how the hell did Dwight pass out?

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Negan's wife

One-shot

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

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TW: language, sexual comments, near assault, violence, blood

A/N: this is the first time I write for Daryl Dixon and I'm a bit nervous. I hope I did okay

Since that fateful night, I’ve been locked up here, sitting alone on the bed, the only furniture of this weird room. I didn't even know how much time had passed. And no matter how many times I tried to force that damn door open, it wouldn’t move. I just let out an exasperated sigh as I sat on the floor. I didn’t know what Negan had in mind when he took both Daryl and I with him, but it sure meant trouble. But the worst part was that I didn't know where Daryl was and if he was okay. I haven't seen him since they unloaded us from that truck. So here I was, alone and scared. Not scared for myself but for Daryl, for our people. I still had the images of the bloodied corpses of our friends, laying there. But instead of letting myself go insane, I tried to focus on what I could do to get Daryl back and to run away from this place. And I would have to be creative since they took all my weapons.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly perceived the noise of footsteps coming near my cell. My heartbeat quickens, ready for a fight if needed. I promptly jumped on the bed to get as far as I could from whoever entered the room. I heard a key unlocking the door and as the handle turned, I could feel my heart beating in my throat. When the door opened, The first people I saw were some of his goons. After each four of them entered and placed themselves on each side of the door, Negan entered. How I wish I could erase the smirk on his face with my crowbar. He snapped his gloved fingers and one of his goons, Dwight,came next to me and put a black dress next to me. I threw a look at the dress and then at Negan. His smile grew bigger. 

Anger filled my veins when I noticed that Dwight wore Daryl’s clothes. I jumped on my feet and asked “What do you want? Where’s Daryl? Why does this fucker wear his clothes?” “Damn! This guy may never shower but he sure as hell has a fine taste in women.”Negan said, practically undressing me with his eyes as I stood up. He smiled at me and said “Calm down sweetheart. No need to get your panties in a twist. We are civilized people, we can talk calmly.” I scoffed at ‘civilized’, which made him smile even more. He then said “To answer your first question, I’m here to make you one of my wives, hence the black dress.” I grabbed the dress and threw it at him “You can shove it in your ass!” I screamed as he caught the dress mid-air. “Language, sweetheart. Damn! I like you.” I just gave the middle finger with a forced smile. He smiled and then continued “To answer your second question, Daryl is taken care of and..” “If you lay as much of a hand on him, I'll kill you all.”, I said, getting dangerously close to him. “Eh! Don't worry sweetie, I never do the dirty job. But you might like to talk to Dwighty-boy here. He's the one in charge of your lover’s captivity.” I turned my head to my left to throw the blond guy the dirtiest look I could. Dwight seemed to gulp as I kept looking at him.

It seemed to amuse Negan as he looked at the both of us. “Oh, I see you already met. Good, then you’re already familiar with some people here.To answer your last question, D. got promoted. He was allowed to take your dirty biker’s stuff.” My blood was boiling at this point. I was already preparing my fist to punch Negan square in the face when he suddenly closed the distance between us and whispered in ear “You don’t want Daryl to become chow for the dead, right? Believe me, you want to be a good wife.” He was too close for my comfort. But I stayed stone faced, not dismissing the threat underlying his sweet talk. He then looked at me and added “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll look sexy as hell in the black dress.” He approached his hand to caress my hair but I smacked it as I kept looking at him straight in the eyes.”Don’t touch me!” I hissed through my gritted teeth. He laughed loudly, earning the laughs of the guys behind him “And she's feisty too. I made the right choice choosing you, sweetheart.” We kept eye contact until he broke it to call his goons. “See you tomorrow, darling.” He said one last time, winking at me as he closed the door and locked it.

Instead of sleeping, I spent the night trying to find a way to negotiate with him. Or even a plan to find Daryl and escape with him. But the only way was to bluff or just blatantly lie to get what I want. And after hours of racking my brain for a solution, I decided something.I just hoped it worked the way I wanted to. All I could do was to hope that Daryl was still alive.

In the morning, I heard someone unlocking my door. I readied myself to attack just in case, my breathing getting louder as my heartbeat was going crazy. Then Dwight appeared, with a huge grin on his half-burned face and a tray of food in  hands. “Hello, Y/N. You slept well?” I threw him a look and replied “Go to Hell.” He chuckled and said “Guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I didn’t reply, just threw him a dirty look. Then I noticed. All I could see was fresh blood on Daryl’s clothes. Seeing red suddenly, I jumped on him, grabbing Daryl’s shirt and screamed “What did you do to him?! What did you do?!” He had let go of the tray in a noise of broken dishes and seemed panicked. He tried to get free from my grip but I was too angry to let go that easily. “Answer me! What did you do to Daryl?!” 

“Y/N, calm down!” It made me even more angry, so angry that I kicked him in the balls. He fell to the floor with a less than virile scream. As he clutched his privates with one hand, he used the other to reach a pocket in Daryl’s shirt and got a small box out of it that he threw at my feet. He then said through laboured breathes ”The fucker apparently wanted to pop the question. Too bad he’ll never get to.” I grabbed the box and kicked him harder in the ribcage. And I kept hitting him, adding blood on Daryl’s clothes. I would have killed him if some other guys hadn’t heard his screams. I was blinded by a devastating anger, I couldn’t stop myself. Until one of these guys grabbed me by the shoulders to get me away from Dwight. The goons threw me violently on the bed and helped Dwight up. With that, they locked the door again.

As the anger slowly passed, I suddenly realized how reckless I’ve been. I was sure that Dwight would torture Daryl even more. I curled on the bed, clutching the tiny box in my hand. Daryl wanted to propose to me. He really loved me this much. This statement was a shock to me. In another world, we would have a real wedding with all our friends alive and well. This brought tears in my eyes that I quickly wiped as I heard the door opening again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, again. But it sounded like trouble. Just like the last time, Negan appeared with his goons, including a bloodied Dwight. It was the moment to take action.

“Well, well, well. Hello Y/N. Heard you had one hell of a morning.” he said in his insufferable sing-along tone. Instead of replying, I got closer to him, stood straight and looked him in the eyes when I said “If i become one of your wives, you let Daryl go” His smile didn’t falter but grew bigger. “Very straightforward I see. I like that. But, well sweetheart, it’s not a question to ask.” I stayed with an emotionless face when I declared with determination “I wasn't asking. I'm telling you  how it's gonna be.” Much to my irritation, Negan laughed loudly.”Aren’t you a confident one, darling?” He said as he booped my nose. I immediately slapped his hand out of my face.He wasn’t even upset by my gesture and said “Bold of you sweetheart. I don’t know how it works with Rick. But I’m afraid that it's not how it works here.”

Instead of getting angry, I tried to hold my wrath inside and said “If you don't want me to raise hell, you better accept”. He giggled and leaned his hands to his knees to look at me. “.What are you gonna do, huh? You are alone here sweetie. And loverboy won’t help you.” he cooed as if he was talking to a pretty stupid little girl. How much I wanted to punch him. But I had to remain calm, somehow. Dwight suddenly said “Uh, Negan? She’s really violent”. He was instinctively protecting his junk just in case. It made me smirk “See ? Listen to Freddy Krueger over here. He knows what I'm talking about” I said, pointing at him. Negan threw Dwight a condescending glance before turning his attention back at me, smiling brightly.``Well, you really have fire inside. I’m definitely keeping you”. He said with a laugh.”Well, it was good to have a laugh. Now, put your dress on and get ready. Someone will come to get you in ten minutes.” He said as he got out of the room rapidly.

As I zipped the dress, I tried to ponder whether I should put Daryl’s ring on my finger or not. I didn’t want Negan to take it from me. But I decided to keep it hidden on my necklace.He already took the man I love away from me. I had to act carefully, now. I didn’t know what they were doing to Daryl, but it sure fueled my nightmares. We’ve been through everything since Atlanta and it took one asshole with a barbeled bat to separate us. When I’d get the opportunity, I’d definitely gut Negan. I swore it to myself and to Daryl. I heard the door getting unlocked again and a giant guy came to get me.

The walk to my mysterious destination was quite chilling. The corridors had a cold atmosphere to them. It wasn’t welcoming. Hell, even the prison seemed more cozy than this. As we walked in the maze-like building, something suddenly caught my attention out of the corner of my eyes. Brown long hair and blue eyes. I swiftly snapped my head to see Dwight pushing  someone violently in a small room. It was Daryl, I knew it. Thus, I tried to sneak away from the giant guy to run in the direction of the room but he caught me by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said as he dragged me away. I could hear an irritating song blasting from here. That’s where they were keeping him. I then swore to myself to note the path we took to find his cell next time.

When giant guy pushed the door in front of us, I caught a glimpse of the room. There were sofas everywhere as well as bottles of alcohol. And there were at least ten very attractive women dressed in the same kind of dress as me. He left me here and got back to whatever was his job. I quickly felt uneasy when all the women snapped their heads to look at me. I felt really awkward to be the center of attention so I tried to find a quiet place in the room. They didn’t even try to come to talk to me, which was fine by me. All I had in mind was the glimpse of Daryl I had in the corridor. His back was almost arched. I never saw him like that, even at his worst. They were breaking him, destroying him completely. I couldn’t stand it. Tears were brought to my eyes again as the images kept replaying in my mind. I just closed them to keep me from crying. “Hey! You okay?” asked a woman’s voice next to me. 

Surprised, I opened my eyes and wiped them with the back of my hand. And I looked at the mysterious woman. She was a brunette with brown eyes. “Uh, yeah, yeah. It’s okay. I’m okay.” She looked at me emphatically and said “I’m Sherry. Aren’t you Daryl’s girlfriend?” I almost gasped. “What? You know him?” She looked at me a bit embarrassed. “Well, let’s say we met in the woods.” “You’re the one who stole his crossbow and his bike!” I exclaimed, suddenly understanding. She seemed even more embarrassed. “Well, you mugged my husband earlier today. Let’s say we’re even.” I almost choked. “You’re married to that scumbag?! The very one torturing Daryl, right now?!” I said angrily even though it wasn’t her fault. “Yeah, I was. Now I’m Negan’s wife. Just like you.” I felt like I could trust her, somehow. But I couldn’t risk anything here.I was sure there were snitches waiting for some intel to give to Negan. So I just nodded my head and kept to myself.

I spent some time in silence, lost in my mind when I noticed that the sofa I was on dipped under someone's weight. “Hey! New girl.” I tried to focus again on the real world to see a beautiful woman next to me. “Yeah?” She smiled at me and said “Tonight’s your special night. You should get ready.” “What do you mean?” Confusion was probably written all over my face because she added “ Negan’s gonna mark you as officially his. We’re here to prepare you, he’s quite rough the first time. He gotta show you who’s in charge I guess” I felt the blood draining from my face. “You mean, he’s gonna…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “ Yeah. But don’t worry. It’ll hurt for a few days then you’ll get used to it. Just be prepared psychologically.” I wanted to run away, as far as I could. But I had to pull through. For Daryl. He must never know about it.

The fateful moment was here. I was escorted to Negan’s room and was waiting for him to come. It was the moment to find a weapon quickly. I ran to his drawers and tried to rummage through his stuff. After fruitless effort, I finally pricked my finger to some kind of tiny knife.Relief washed over me as my fingers curled around it. It was tiny enough to hide it. But I didn’t have much time to think about it when I heard the doors. “Eager I see.” He said in a smug tone as he saw me next to his bed. I turned to face him. His smile was the most horrendous thing I saw in my life. This predatory look in his eyes, full of lust, disgusted me. He swiftly approached me and began to unzip my dress. I couldn’t help but try to get out of his reach. He paused and asked, surprised “What ? Don’t tell me Tough guy never touched you?” I turned my head to not see him. “ It's a sin, really.” And as he kept unzipping my dress he added “Well his loss.” And he let his hands wander on my body. I had to hold down my urge to throw up. Daryl would never do something like this without my consent. He would never treat me like this. But I had to play the game to get where I wanted. 

Negan made me face him. I was just waiting for him to get closer. My heartbeat quickened, it would be my moment soon. He was so focused on my breast that he didn’t see anything else. I wanted to punch him so hard but what was waiting for him was better. Swiftly, before he could react I got the knife out of the pocket of my dress to press it on his neck, next to the carotid. His eyes widened and he took his hands off me. But instead of panic, he seemed amused. What the hell was wrong with him? A trickle of blood was running down his neck.'' Why do you have to kill the vibe, uh missy? I thought we were getting cozy, here.” he said casually, as if I wasn’t threatening him at all.” As I was stucking the knife deeper in his skin, he swifty grabbed my hand to get the knife and added “Unless it’s some kind of kink?” He slowly  licked  the knife. HIs eyes were full of lust. Out of anger, I spat in his face. He wiped his face with an even bigger smile but there wasn’t any joy in it. “Well, you can’t tell I didn’t warn you last night.” 

The next thing I knew, he was dragging me half undressed and my hair in a mess through the cold corridors. He then stopped. “You only want the dirty redneck? Well, knock yourself out! I’ll come back later and I'll be less charming, believe me.” I locked eyes with him one last time and spat in his face again. WIthout any other word, he threw me in a cell. The first thing I noticed was the terrible smell. But the worst was him. Daryl was here. My heart broke when I saw him all curled up in a ball on the floor. “Daryl.” I called softly. But he didn’t react nor acknowledged my presence. “Daryl. Hey! It’s me, Y/N”. Carefully, I got closer to him and caressed his hair.I felt him stiffen at my contact.That’s when the tears finally escaped from my eyes.”What did they do to you?” I asked as I kept crying. Then I heard his broken voice ask quietly“Y/N? Ya real?”. I saw him slowly getting in a sitting position. “Yeah, it’s me.” Relief seemed to wash over him until he noticed my poor state. He tried to wipe my tears away. His rough hand never felt so soft on my skin. “What happened? What did he do to you?!” he asked anxiously, probably expecting the worst. “He didn’t…? Please tell me he didn’t. They kept tellin’ me horrendous things he did to ya. I’m gonna kill him.” I put my hand soothingly on his when I assured him. “No, he didn’t. Didn’t have the time.” Daryl sighed in relief.

He then approached his hand to my shoulder to get the fabric of the dress to hide my bra.Clumsily, his hand got untangled in my necklace and found the ring. His head dropped and he said “Was supposed to pop the question. But I don’t think..” “Yes, Daryl. I want to marry you.” I slowly got closer to him and kissed him as I was supposed to after all this time. “I don’t know how or when. But I’ll get us out of here. I promise."

A/N : feedback is welcome. I think I need advices to write Daryl correctly 😅

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paper rings ₊ ⊹ - bada lee social media au

the nasty bitches - golden squad - extras

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"Hi Y/N, welcome to Dwight High School!" said a girl with bright blonde hair and warm smile, greeting me right when I stepped out of the principal's office. "I'm the school's president Park Sieun, and it's my pleasure to give you a tour today. Let's get started!"

I was relieved that my time with the principal was finally over, he was beginning to annoy me with the school's history and how it was formed. Being a new student is tiring

And boring

I nodded along as Sieun explained every little detail, and when Sieun said "everything," she really meant it

"This is your locker" she said with a bright smile as she pulled the locker key out of her pocket and handed it to me. "I'll take you to the cafeteria next."

In my opinion, Sieun was a nice girl. I can see why everyone respected her so much. Everyone greeted her with smiles and happy looks every time they turned a corner or passed someone else.

She's the school's president after all

However, this all felt like an act. The whole nice, bubbly girl personality felt fake, like a mask being worn by a much harsher person beneath. The kindness did not feel like genuine concern. I'd notice after every smile she gave to everyone an eye roll came after it

But I could be wrong who am I to judge

"Alright" Sieun said with a clap of her hands, prepared to explain the cafeteria. However, she couldn't finish her sentence because someone shoved her hard in the shoulder, making her stumble a bit.

I looked behind her, my eyebrows furrowing in concern and surprise. I was struck by an amazing sight.

Three beautiful girls stood behind us, their flawless appearance capturing my attention and making me unable to look away. They were breathtakingly perfect, their beauty overshadowing anything she'd previously seen.

They were wearing the school uniforms like everyone else, but somehow they made it look so expensive

The smirking tall girl who probably shoved Sieun smirked at her "Sorry miss president, I didn't see you there." she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm as she made it clear that she had done it intentionally.

The two other girls began laughing and that was it for Sieun, she was fuming

"I can report you three-" Sieun attempted to make her way outside through the crowd of students, but the dark haired girl who stood in the middle of the two other girls blocked her path. She moved over to Sieun's left, completely preventing her from passing. The girl's smile was gone now

"You and I both know you dont meet the basic requirments to be the president of this school" she said coldly and even I was scared for Sieun "So know your fucking place"

She then turned to me and looked "New kid hm" she paused "Cute bag" was all she said and then they were gone

"That fucking bi-" Sieun stopped herself, taking a deep breath as she tried to regain her composure.

She then turned to look at me me smiled slightly. "Sorry about that."

I mumbled a "it's okay" as my attention was drawn to the three girls who were sitting in the middle of the cafeteria. Everyone seemed to be looking at them with different emotions, ranging from hatred, jealousy, admiration, and even more.

"Who are those girls?"

Sieun scoffed at her question. "I thought it was obvious," she responded with a dismissive tone.

"They go by many names, people call them the queen bees, the cunts, the plastics, you choose. But my favorite one is the nasty bitches."

Sieun spoke with pure annoyance in her voice "They make everyone's life a living hell. The three of them talk shit about each other but still stick together. They will do anything when it comes to ruining someone's day, whether it's gossiping about them or spreading rumors just to ruin them."

"The pinkish girl, that's Jang Wonyoung"

"She's the quiet one. She usually only follows what the other two do. Don't get me wrong, she's still a fucking cunt but I think it's all just an act for popularity." Sieun stopped and thought about it "She's a whore she fucks every man she sees I wouldn't be too surprised if she fucked her friends boyfriends

"Don't say that" I murmured

The blonde shrugged "It's true. Anyway she usually does the dirty work. There's a rumor that one girl called her friend annoying, and she ordered Wonyoung to get them suspended. Wonyoung then stole the school's winning medals and put them in the poor girl's locked locker"

"The blonde one, that's Park Chaeyoung also known as Rose"

"She should be grateful of her boyfriend, she spends all his money. Her favorite thing? To spread rumors so be careful." Sieun told me "She's the devil's spawn"

Sieun continued "She's the most backstabbing bitch you'll ever meet. If it means ruining your entire life, she'll do it in a second if it'll get her something good. The only goal in her life is to be like her friend, the one with brown hair. Everything her friend does is her life, she emulates everything from her. It's like they are the same person, she's so dependent on her."

Both our eyes moved to the only one who was left

"Speaking about the devil, that's Takahashi Yui"

"The leader of the group, as you might say, for some reason, people idolize the ground she walks on. Whatever Yui wants, Rose and Wonyoung will immediately agree to it. They're her dolls." Sieun's tone turned darker as she spoke about the Japanese girl. "She's the fakest person ever, just because she has money she thinks she can buy everything and everyone."

Sieun took another deep breath, the anger in her voice growing more intense with each word. "She's the worst person out of all of them, if you just look at her the wrong way, she'll use all of her influence to destroy you. She is the true devil of that group"

"Wow" was all I could say as I watched the Yui and Womyoung laughing loudly at Chaeyoung who was actively teasing the poor girl who was forced to sit with them.

My attention was caught by a loud burst of laughter coming from across the hall. I turned my head in the direction of the sound and saw a group of people laughing and having fun, seemingly without a care in the world.

"What about them?" I ask pointing at their table

Sieun turned to look and she almost melted "Oh they're the golden squad"

[loveislattes]

Newbie

Summary: The newest survivor brought in by the entity is having a rough go of it. Between learning the rules and ways of the trials and dealing with the struggles of autism, depression, and anxiety, the reader hasn't exactly made many friends in the survivor's camp; but maybe, just maybe, she'll find friends elsewhere.

Word count: 3.3K

Relationship: Ghostface/Reader (May add more as chapters go on)C

Content warnings: Reader is a plus-sized AFAB with autism, depression, and anxiety. Danny is still an asshole and very chaotic but he has a heart specifically for the reader only. Descriptions of autism and mental health issues (based on my personal experience), one instance of sensory overload, ableism from other survivors (from ignorance, not malice), oral (male receiving), dom/sub power dynamics, mild asphyxiation, and knife play.

A/N: I'm hoping to make a few more chapters to accompany this one, but we'll see how it goes lol. Also, this is my specific headcanon for how Danny acts. It may not be everyone's cup of tea but it is mine :)

Depiction of my version of Danny, for reference <3

“So, what do you guys think about the new girl?” Claudette whispered conspiratorially. 

“She’s uh- She’s different, that’s for sure.”

Dwight’s words were quiet but you could still hear them across the campfire. You purposefully made sure your eyes stayed locked onto the flames before you, not wanting to give any indication you could hear them discussing you. In all honesty, you didn’t mind hearing it because you needed realistic feedback; feedback none of them had been willing to supply so far. 

“She’s not any good in chases, too slow; hell, even she herself said that she wasn’t ‘built’ for it,” Kate scoffed quietly, “At least she’s good at pushing through gens, even under threat.” 

At that, you could feel your cheeks warm up. You weren’t expecting the praise, but also the little side comment about your weight didn’t feel great either. It was the harsh truth though. While able to run a decent sprint, you weren’t a marathon type of person. You did some cardio and weights before, but nothing near enough to prepare you for this place. 

Dwight's speaking drew your attention back to them once more. 

“Her medical knowledge is top notch though! The fact that the entity brought us a nurse was really lucky,” he added kindly, “Even Claudette’s healing pales in comparison.”

Even without shifting your gaze, you could see the pissed-off scowl the botanist threw his way. If you weren’t trying to hide your little spying session, you’d laugh in her face, but alas, you didn’t want to piss off the only people around that weren’t trying to actively kill you.

You were the newest to the survivor's camp, having only been dragged into the fog a few weeks ago at most. It was hard to tell as there was no actual passing of time, but you’d tried to keep count of your periods of sleep and it seemed somewhere around fifteen days had passed, give or take a few. Any optimistic dreams of getting out of the trials and back to your world were quickly diminishing, your hope replaced with fear, confusion, and hatred. 

It didn’t help that you had a hard time connecting with your teammates. Part of the issue lay in your lack of knowledge of the trials and the other came from your lack of social understanding. It wasn’t that you weren’t trying, but it seemed no other survivor had any sort of experience with autism or even any mental health issues. Some just right down didn’t care to and called your diagnosis an excuse- Those were the ones you made sure to avoid other than when necessary. There were some, though, who were friendly enough and tried to include you, namely Laurie, Dwight, Ace, Jeff, Steve, and Mikaela. They were the ones you had the most hope for.

Fuck, how you longed to be back home. 

“Well, looks like it’s time again.”

Laurie’s words shook you from your thoughts and you looked down just to see the fog crawling up your legs. 

“God damn it,” you bit out under your breath. 

Before you could figure out who was going into the trial with you, the world went dark and, within the next blink, you were in an all-too-familiar courtyard. Of course it was Midwich, one of the strongest realms for the killers. You only hoped you weren’t going against someone who benefitted from the particularly long empty hallways. The thought of facing the nurse down those corridors made your skin crawl. 

With a little sigh, you made your way around the hedges to the sole generator in the courtyard. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander as you began to connect the wires before you. What killer could it be this time? You hadn’t met them all yet, but you’d heard about them from the others. The fact you had yet to hear any sign of the killer, or feel that familiar panic of your heart racing when they were nearby, alluded to the possibility of a stealth killer. You hoped with all your might that it wasn’t Michael Myers. He was notorious for being ruthless, bringing gifts from the entity that allowed him to kill you on the spot without any prelude and the ability to track you even beyond the walls. It was terrifying. Out of the limited killers you had faced, he was the worst. 

“Well, well, I’d heard there was a new survivor but Evan and Anna failed to mention how hot you were!”

The sudden voice behind you sent you into a proper panic, your scream only drowned out by the exploding of the generator as you jerked back to face the unknown intruder. When your eyes locked onto the white screaming mask, your heartbeat raced even louder in your chest. 

Ghostface. Another killer you’d yet to meet. The others had mixed reviews about him when sharing their stories. Apparently, he was very hot and cold in his trials. Sometimes he would be merciless, hooking everyone without a second thought, and other times he would play cat-and-mouse games and allow one or two who had sufficiently entertained him to escape. 

“What, don’t tell me you’re mute, sweets,” he cajoled.

His head tilted to the side in an almost cute manner and you found yourself ruminating on the sound of his voice. It was obviously going through some kind of filter but the low timber was certainly- No, fuck, you wouldn’t let yourself even touch that thought! 

“N-No, sorry, I just- You startled me,” you explained quietly.

The fact he hadn’t thrown you over his shoulder yet was both a relief and terrifying. Was he in a good mood today? As you debated your chances of survival, he took a step forward, and you instinctively stepped back, the dance continuing until your back pressed into the cold steel of the gen. 

“What do you want, Ghostface?” you asked. 

His hands came to rest on either side of you with a deep, rumbling, chuckle and you were made painfully aware of how much taller he was when he boxed you in. As you stared up at him, you couldn’t help the way your face lit up in response to the sudden intimate position.

“Glad to see my reputation proceeds me,” he teased, “Tell you what, I’ll go easy on you this first time… if you do something for me.” 

Blinking slowly in thought, you tried to figure out what you could possibly do for someone who held all the power, but then his hand was on your jaw, squeezing your chin hard as he jerked your face up to meet his. 

“Whatdya say, sweets?” 

Swallowing hard, you murmured back, “What would I have to do?” 

You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he cackled loudly, gloved hand releasing your chin only to pat your cheek as if soothing a child. 

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen a piece of ass like yours, especially one that isn’t attached to a whiny bitch,” he practically purred, “I’ll make it easy for you, this time. Let me feel that sweet little mouth and, in return, I’ll let you and two of your teammates go free.” 

Thinking became fairly difficult as his hand slid down and encircled your throat. He didn’t cut off your airflow entirely, but the threat was there under the light pressure, and it made your heart race. 

“T-Two?” you clarified. 

“Two. Can’t let you all get out scott-free or I risk pissing off the head bitch,” he explained, thumb stroking your skin almost lovingly, “So? Wanna make a deal with death, baby?” 

Emotions created a volatile vortex of your mind, uncertainty and fear of him going back on his word making you want to say no, but the promise of freedom demanding otherwise. On one hand, what would the others say if they found out? Then again, did you really care what they thought? They already had a preconceived notion about you. And it wasn’t like the thought of pleasing a man was exactly a bad one... Fuck, you were only human, and a touch-starved one at that, considering you were kept at arms reach unless you were healing the others. 

“Fuck it,” you finally sighed, “I’ll do it.” 

Ghostface sucked in a heavy breath, as if he had been expecting you to decline his advances, but then it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly his hands were on your shoulders and you were shoved to your knees on the ground, giving silent thanks for the fact you were on grass and not concrete. 

 The sight of the tall cloaked form pulling up his robes was almost amusing until he shoved down his black pants and you were granted a sight that made your mouth water. He wasn’t even fully hard but already you could tell he was big, thicker than you were used to. You weren’t sure if it was due to your appearance, as he had alluded, or if maybe he was just as hungry for human touch, but the fact he was already excited was enough to make your own body react. 

“You back out or don’t finish in time, the deal’s off,” he snapped suddenly. 

“Oh o- Ah, shit!” 

Ghostface silenced your words with a sharp tug on your hair, jerking you forward as he pushed his hardening cock against your face. 

“Time’s ticking, sweets,” he sang teasingly. 

You tossed him a little scowl before getting to work, one hand resting on his toned thigh as the other took hold of him. Your irritation slipped into intrigue and arousal as you slowly stroked his dick, enjoying the way he twitched and sighed way too much for what was undeniably an unconventional situation. As he hardened under your touch, you became dauntingly aware of just how thick he actually was. He had to be a little over average in length but your fingertips couldn’t even touch around it. The moment the first drip of precum rolled out over your fingers, you lost what reservations you held and quickly took him in your mouth. 

“Fu-u-u-ck! That’s what I’m talking about!” he groaned loudly, fingers knotting against your scalp in a burning hold.

Before you had the chance to react, both hands were on your head and you were forced further down his cock. You tried to brace yourself and pull back, but he was so much stronger, pushing until his head was pressing against your throat. It took all of your resolve not to retch as your body instinctively gagged around him, but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. If anything, he moaned louder, as if turned on by the noises. 

Tears fell from your eyes as you sucked in ragged breaths through your nose every chance you got until he was back in your throat. 

“Come on, babe, I know you can take it,” he moaned, “Be a good little slut and let me fuck that throat nice and raw.” 

A choked moan escaped before you could stop it, your thighs clenching tight in search of relief. While you knew you were a bit of a freak back home, this was a whole other level, and you were disturbed by how much you liked it. Brows furrowing in concentration, you did your best to accommodate him and opened your mouth wide, relaxing your throat with a whimper.

“Shit, that’s it. Good girl.”

Annndd now you were dead. Not physically, of course, but mentally? You were beyond help. The sounds of the realm around you all faded away, even the loud chugging of the dying gen behind you muffled into silence under the sounds of the delicious moans he let out; the squelch of him pounding away at your mouth the only rivaling noise. Rivers of drool ran down your chin as he suddenly thrust forward and buried himself as far as possible, cutting off all traces of oxygen as your nose crushed into his dark pubes. 

For a moment, it all became too much; the dirt against your knees, the slick spit coating your skin, the sticky panties clinging to your wet sex, and the sting of his grip culminating into a massive sensory overload. Eyes popping open, you gawked up at those soulless black holes and tapped at his thigh frantically. To your relief and surprise, he immediately pulled back. 

“What? You good?” he asked, almost sounding concerned. 

You held up a finger and took a moment to breathe, centering yourself as you wiped your mouth clean to remove at least one of the issues. Once you didn’t feel as if you were going to pass out, you met his gaze again. 

“Sorry. Sensory issues,” you explained meekly, “I’m good to go.” 

He paused for a moment, as if debating, so you decided to take it upon yourself to take a breath and swallow him once more. 

“Damn, okay,” he laughed huskily as you dug your nails into his thighs, “Can’t say you’re not determined.” 

His taunting fell way to debauched moans as you found your rhythm once more. 

If it weren’t for the whole “stuck in an alternate reality where you’re sacrificed to a sadistic entity by brutal murderers”, this would absolutely be the hottest thing you’d ever experienced. None of your past partners had ever been as vocal as Ghostface. It was such a turn-on, a praise of the highest sort, and you were soaking it up like candy. 

You tuned out everything around you until all there was, was Ghostface; The sensation of his leather gloves cupping your face, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your nostrils, and his gravelly moans filling your head. 

“Fuck! Gonna come, sweets,” Ghostface groaned as his hips stuttered, “Gonna be good and swallow it all for me?”

Your moan of acknowledgment was met with a harsh curse and his hands once more taking over control. Keeping your teeth in mind, you hollowed your cheeks and traced your tongue along the underside of his cock as he fucked your face hard. There was no denying he was getting too rough, too caught up in his pleasure to care no doubt, but you weren’t about to stop him. The pain was worth the ecstasy thrumming through your veins. You were high on his pleasure. 

There was no further warning before he rammed down your throat with a vicious snarl, shot after shot of cum pulsing from his cock. Deragoatory praises flowed from his lips in an almost whisper as you slowly rubbed his thighs and pulled back enough to breathe and swallow, letting him ride out his orgasm with little thrusts against your tongue. You were more than happy to let him take all he wanted. 

There was a sudden shuffling of fabric and a flash of light that brought your eyes open in confusion, and you were mortified to find his camera pointed down at your face. 

“Gotta document the occasion,” Ghostface purred warmly, “Not every day I get a babe down on her knees for me around here.”

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself, torn between staring at the literal killer who had just given you the sexiest experience of your life and getting yourself together in preparation to leave. Before you could decide, the sudden jarring chime of the clock rang through the courtyard with a thunder and you all but threw yourself into Ghostface with a shriek, instinctively hiding against the biggest threat in the realm for protection. Heat filled your face as the masked man’s laughter bubbled through the air. 

“Shit, that’s hilarious,” he sighed through laughter, then sighed, “You’re cute, you know that?” 

It took everything in you not to argue with his statement and instead untangle yourself from his legs, getting to your feet as he resituated his clothes. 

“Alright, deals a deal. Who you sacrificing?” he asked. 

“Uh, I didn’t even see who all’s here,” you admit meekly. 

Ghostface put a hand up to his chin as if in thought before saying, “Pretty sure I saw Laurie, Dwight, and Bill before I found you.” 

You nodded in understanding and let out a heavy breath. It felt heartless, but at the same time, you knew it wasn’t as hard of a choice as you were pretending. 

“Bill.” 

“Ol military boy, huh? He piss in your Cheerios or something?” Ghostface asked. 

“I don’t- eh?!”

Your world was suddenly upended and a little oomph of pain escaped your mouth as he tossed you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Any instinctive need to complain was overruled by the throbbing of your cunt as his hand tucked between your thighs and gripped. Fuck, it shouldn’t be, but the way he could manhandle you like you were nothing was just… hot as hell. Clenching your thighs together in hopes of not embarrassing yourself any further, you relaxed into him and let him carry you away toward the gate. 

“Sooo?” he urged. 

Oh yeah. He’d asked about Bill. It was weird, talking to him like that he wasn’t some sadistic killer that had just had his dick in your mouth, but you appreciated his weird attempt at conversation nonetheless. 

“He likes to make fun of my autism,” you explained weakly, “Says I’m making it up for attention and to get out of shit. If only he fucking knew how much I wish that were true. Dude just lived in an age where nobody talked about mental health and disabilities, and those who had the worse versions were just locked away. It’s sad really.” 

Ghostface let out a hum but didn’t bother replying further, instead setting you down on your feet at the gate. When he suddenly gripped your jaw hard and pulled your face up, you watched him with a mixture of curiosity and heat, but your arousal-induced haze evaporated the moment he brandished his knife. 

“G-Ghostface?” you asked warily. 

He chuckled lowly as you swallowed hard and you could only imagine the devilish smirk that was hidden beneath the mask. 

“Just leaving my mark, sweets, gotta let the others know you belong to someone now,” he said, gloved fingers sliding down your throat to stop at your collarbone, “Don’t move, now. Wouldn’t wanna hurt ya~.” 

Standing still as a statue, you closed your eyes and braced for the worst. The sharp sting of his blade right above your breast tore a weak cry from your lips but still, you didn’t dare pull away, obediently allowing him to cut as he pleased. 

Somewhere, in the deep down fucked up part of your brain, you knew you were in trouble when you whined about him pulling the knife away. 

Eyes fluttering open, you looked down and were greeted with the demented sight of a permanent heart with a G carved into your flesh. Before you could comment on it, he suddenly reached up and lifted his mask, giving just a peek of what could only be a beautiful face. His jawline was strong and sharp, surprisingly clean-shaven, and his full cupid’s bow lips were pulled up into a panty-wetting smirk. 

“Yeah, that’ll do nicely,” he groaned.

Oh, his voice. It was smooth, rich, and deep in a way that made your skin prickle. A pained moan fled your lips into his mouth as he kissed you hard. It was rough and messy, with too much teeth and tongue, but you felt yourself melting into him the longer it lasted. Fingers digging into the fabric of his cloak, you tugged him closer and held on for dear life until the ache in your lungs became too much to handle.  

“Can’t wait to see you again, sweets, stay out of trouble,” he teased as you pulled away with a gasp. 

And then he was gone, skulking away around the corner as you slumped back against the exit gate lever. 

Yeah, you were good and fucked.

[marmie-noir]

What else can you do?

TW: None honestly, cute lil idea I had while I work on some more intense chapters :)

I hummed as I worked, standing behind the bar and wiping at the nicer crystal glasses that had just come in, making sure to get any water spots off them. Dwight, per usual, was perched before me next to Pops. The newest addition was Scruff, tucked away in Pop’s flannel shirt he had opened, the little dog’s head sticking out and showing he was clearly sleeping, the little snores also a great indicator. It was a nice, peaceful day at Bred-2-Buck, something that was rare in general. 

“So Sunny,” Dwight said, elbows on the bar as his dark eyes focused on me. I glanced up at him, setting the glass down. “Pretty good with a gun. What else can you do?” I contemplated a moment, thinking over what I would consider a ‘skill’ versus something I’d rather keep to myself. With a childhood like mine some skills were better left as surprises for later. “Well,” I started, giving a small shrug. “I can hotwire most anything. But I haven’t tried on anything newer than a 2015, so I wouldn’t swear on that. And I’m a pretty good pickpocket.” I said, lifting a hand and wiggling my fingers with a little smile, mischief dancing in my eyes. “Why?”

“How good of a pickpocket?” I gave another shrug, unsure how to quantify it. Dwight thought for a few moments, fingers brushing over his chin, eyes narrowed slightly as he inspected me. “Show me.” “How?” I asked, hands falling to my hips as I gave Dwight a slightly exasperated expression. If he expected me to go into town and come back with a handful of wallets he had another thing coming. Dwight leaned back in his seat with a grin, meaning he was absolutely up to something. “Hey Mitch!” He called, deep voice practically booming through the empty bar. There was the sound of shuffling and Mitch appeared, drying his hands on a dish towel, cigarette hanging from his lips. “Yeah?” He asked, cigarette bobbing, blue eyes glancing up at Dwight. The New Yorker grabbed one of the menus and let it land on the bar, pointing at something. “I think we should talk about the menu for when we redo this place. The ribs are great, but the burgers.” “What is wrong with the burgers?” Mitch asked, heading towards where I was still standing behind the bar in front of Mitch. Dwight looked at me, giving me a little look, and I caught on. I flashed Mitch a smile as he came closer, moving as if I was going to get out from behind the bar and having to pass him to do so. It wasn’t a tight squeeze by any means, the two of us could easily move around the other in the space, but I played up being in his way, the two of us moving in the same direction. “Sorry.” I said sweetly, chin tipped up as I reached out, hands on his hips as I sidestepped him. Mitch quirked a brow at me with an amused expression but didn’t say anything, not feeling when my fingers dipped into his pockets as I brushed past, pulling a well loved leather wallet from within. 

I walked around the bar and moved to sit next to Dwight, my proof in my hands. As Mitch wound up about how the burgers were good and didn’t need to be changed I flipped open the wallet, looking at his license. A younger Mitch was on the ID and I grinned, scanning over his name. “Hold on.” I cut him off mid-burger justification, eyes lifting to meet his. “Your middle name is Wayne?” Mitch’s brows shot up and I lifted the wallet up like it was a book. “Mitchell Wayne Keller? Born- oh my.” I said playfully, snapping the wallet closed as he patted his pockets, looking very confused as to how it ended up in my hands. 

“Where the hell did you find that?” He asked, snatching it out of my hands as I smiled up at him. Really I didn’t care how old he wasn’t, it was like it was a huge age gap either way. But I did like to pick on him when I could, Mitch was normally so collected it was nice to shake the cage a little bit. 

“Your pocket.” Dwight said next to me, Mitch and I both turned to look at the man. 

“Pardon?” “She took it out of your pocket.” Pops added, looking far too amused on his usual perch. Mitch looked between me and the other two men, processing what they said before leaning on the bar in front of me, wallet between his fingers as he focused on me. “You mean to tell me, darlin’, that you just snatched this out of my pocket?” I nodded, looking up at him innocently. He narrowed his eyes slightly before looking back at Dwight and Pops. “You two are bad influences, you leave this girl alone.”

“Mitch!” I laughed, Dwight and Pops both cracking smiles as well as the bar owner huffed, rolling his eyes before winking at me. The warmth in my chest had my cheeks coloring as I laughed, shaking my head and hopping off the stool to go clean the last few tables. 

More Sunny and Mitch here

[sunwarmed-ash]

🔥Sinful Sunday🔥

How's your summer? (re-edited)

So this one is old to me but might be new to y'all! I gave it a refluff!

(I had my IUD procedure this week and I'm just too tired. But here's a 9k story)

Fandom: The Office-US Ship: Ryan Howard/Jim Halpert Rating:🔞 Explicit 🔞 Tags: sex dreams, The Weight Loss: Part 2-Altered Canon, bottom Ryan, slut Ryan, top Jim, rough sex, choking, bisexual Ryan, bicurious Jim, public sex, blow jobs, club sex Preview:

"You gonna cum for me slut?" Ryan nods weakly, his head falling back and off the desk as he surrenders and lets Jim use his body. That was enough to send Jim over the edge, he snaps his hips roughly until he's filling Ryan’s ass with a groan.  “M-More,” Ryan begs when he can finally get his mouth to make the words.  Jim raises a sweat-drenched eyebrow. More? They had been fucking for well over an hour. Even he was starting to get sore.  “You sure? Aren't you-” “Fuck me Jim, or I’ll find someone else. It’s not like there’s any shortage of people here.”  And that statement has Jim’s head whipping up, catching eyes with Michael Scott, who A. Wasn't there a second ago... B. Was very much naked, and  C. Was looking far too eager for his turn with Ryan...  What in the- “Stop hogging Ryan, Jim!” The high-pitched whine of Kelly Kapoor's voice came from the same direction. Jim's mouth drys. When did she get- "Yeah, Jim.” Jim's eyes blow wide but refuse to look back in the direction of the indigent tone. He’d know it anywhere, and he’s already had the misfortune of seeing Michael naked, there was no WAY in Hell he was turning to see what Dwight- Jim jerks awake with a startled gasp, blinking away the remnants of the dream faster than his subconscious wanted, and realizing thankfully, (unfortunately?), it was just a dream. He may have still been at Dunder Mifflin Paper Company, but he was clothed, and not fucking one temp/boss/ex-boss/fraud/receptionist Ryan Howard over his girlfriend’s desk. God, there was so much to unpack in that one thought it was enough to make him want to pass back out on his desk.   A quiet chuckle to his right has him straightening up suddenly. It probably has something to do with the person it belongs to.  “Day hasn’t even started yet and you’re already asleep at your desk?” Ryan tisks, “Not very professional Halpert.” He sets down a purple Support Local Arts mug on the reception counter, Pam’s mug, before turning on the overhead lights.  Jim winces at the harshness of the fluorescent bulbs before glaring harshly at Ryan. “You do remember you’re not my boss anymore right? Makes your opinion kinda obsolete, Fire-d guy.”  The nickname is lame, admittedly, but he knows how it gets under Ryan’s skin.  Something dangerous flashes in Ryan’s eyes, his smile turns coy. “Ouch, not really a morning person, are ya Jim? I bet Pam likes it though, right?”  Jim’s neck flushes pink and his dick twitches traitorously in his pants. He clenches his fist until his nails bite into his hand. It's 6:32 am. Jim has been here since 5. Ryan has been here exactly two minutes and he’s already exceeded Jim’s tolerance for bullshit. Jim lets his clenched hand fall against the desk with a slap before standing abruptly. Ryan sits in response. Jim’s eyebrows raise curiously. It was too early to try and unpack what that was, and he really needs to get his thoughts off his dream if he had a prayer of surviving work today. He swallows down the final dregs of his coffee just for an excuse to leave the room. 

[jakebark]

Unfortunately for Jake, Dwight realized that he was too far gone. That he was dying, and likely would be dead before he could be treated properly. Not that it mattered—he’d come back, like always. He wasn’t sure if it would be here, or if he would wake up by the campfire, and he did hope a little that it would be the latter. It’d be a nice way to get out of all this bullshit, anyway.

The man placed the open vest over him like a blanket, covering the wound and the worst of the blood that was staining the light blue shirt. Jake’s eyes narrowed as Dwight did so, his frown growing a little deeper. Dwight was doing this with good intentions, but good intentions weren’t what he wanted. He started to say something, a syllable leaving his mouth before it was cut off with a click of his teeth and a scratchy sigh. He didn’t have it in him to argue with someone who wasn’t arguing back, not at the moment.

His abdomen hurt. Every breath hurt more than the last, and even if he was steadily bleeding, it wasn’t as fast as he’d like. He just wanted to close his eyes and be done with it, but it had to take its sweet time. Jake’s grip on his own suit jacket, the one he’d had pressed tightly to the injury this entire time, loosened. It didn’t fall away entirely, but he did stop fighting it so much. Jake watched as Dwight sat down next to him, brow furrowing.

Jake reached up with one hand—the only one still moderately free of blood—and wiped at his mouth with the back of his sleeve, staining the blue fabric. “Stubborn,” he muttered. “I do mind, actually. But I don’t… think you’re going to… to listen to me.”

His fingers felt cold and numb. That was the first thing that he always noticed about the blood loss. The sensation of being too cold, a little too out of breath, a little too tired. He couldn’t gauge how much longer he had, but it couldn’t be that long. Until then… whatever. If this Dwight was insistent on hanging out until Jake finally kicked it, it wasn’t like Jake could say anything to change his mind. He was worried about Jake dying alone. About how it wouldn’t be right.

Jake breathed a sharp breath out of his nose. “This ain’t the… the, uh… first time I’ve bled out… y’know,” he said. “’N I don’t… usually got company while doing it.” Jake closed his eyes and rested his head back against the wall. It was easier to pretend there weren’t people watching, that there wasn’t a whole realm’s worth of characters who could pass by at any moment, when he wasn’t looking. Easier to pretend it was just him.

Just him and… some vaguely familiar stranger, one that had unnecessarily carried him out of the garden. The garden he’d definitely be bleeding out in over the paving stones now if he was still in.

How the hell was I still walking? Jake thought. Just focusing on moving his hand to pull the vest a little closer was difficult.

“You got… a name? Other than… other than Dwight, I mean,” Jake asked.

[1][2] | @glyphsinthefog

Dwight muttering reassurances over and over to him was not what he was asking for, and did very little to help. Jake didn’t actually struggle, though, as much as he thought about doing. The jostling was already hurting bad enough, and writhing, and then presumably falling out of his grasp would probably just leave him looking like a big pile of god damn idiot on the floor.

His nails dug into Dwight’s suit instead, muttering vague threats under his breath that were hardly audible over Dwight’s footsteps and the rustling of fabric. His face flushed with heat, yet again. This was embarrassing. The gardens might have relatively few people, but the entryway, and everywhere else? Those were busy. And they were going to see him like this. Getting carried.

God, just fucking kill me now, Jake thought, just as Dwight’s running slowed and he was finally let down. He chose not to open his eyes and see how many people were probably looking at them, just leaned against the wall with shaking legs. He didn’t take the offered vest, just hissed before he slid down the wall the rest of the way.

“I got—impaled,” Jake muttered after a second. “Bandaging it isn’t… isn’t going to do anything.” It might let him hold on for a little while longer, but this wasn’t just a stab wound. A metal pipe going through his torso would have probably been better than the Entity’s clawed hand, as far as any chance of recovering went. He took a deep breath and hid a wince, schooling his expression into something mostly neutral. “I’m—look. Why don’t you… why don’t you try and—and look for… for some supplies?” Jake didn’t think there would be many, but maybe it would distract the guy from trying to help so much. If he stopped fighting it… he might not last long enough for the man to return, and he could get the peace and quiet he needed. If Dwight had the good sense to leave at all, then.

Not many of them had that, and he couldn’t keep his hopes up.

[gatitties]

Doggo

─ Dbd x gn!teen!reader

─ Summary: a demogorgon and a dog, the same in your eyes

─ warnings: none

1 < 2 > 3 

“For God's sake Steve, it's not that complicated to hold a ‘mirror’”

“It is when you're being chased by a killer, even more so when it's the fucking Demogorgon.”

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the worried mutterings of the boy who was holding up a piece of broken glass so you could get on with your business. What the hell was so important that you had to stand up in the middle of a trial? Well, your eyeliner took precedence over being killed, and since you helped Steve get away from the killer, he was forced to hold the piece of glass for you to finish your makeup.

You had a good defense, your self-esteem could only improve with the eyeliner on, which would mean a better performance in your purposes, basically you guaranteed the escape ten percent more safety and you had faster generators.

“Hurry up, he's on top of us!”

You finished just as a growl was heard, the boy ran ahead of you and you followed him knocking the pallet out of the hut just as the Demogorgon was pouncing to attack, that's why the wooden planks didn't last a second, a chase started though it didn't towards you, apparently the monster had a certain grudge against Steve. You shrugged, jumping towards any nearby generator, with your new state of mind you managed to activate it in a couple of minutes, just enough to return to a chase in which this time you were the prey.

No matter how long you've been here, you'd always get tired of playing cat and mouse very quickly, normally you'd let them hook you, but you promised to help out a little more in the trials so you looked for other options to get rid of the monster without passing him to another one of your mates, the last thing you needed right now is to stress poor Dwight more.

You looked around your stage for something, a rock, a toolbox, a flashlight left on the ground... there was nothing really useful, so at the last moment you grabbed the first thing on the ground, a stick. You waved it to hit it but you miscalculated when you noticed that you only attacked the air, although after that you didn't feel like you were hit, so when you opened your eyes you found the Demogorgon looking ─or so you assumed since he doesn't have eyes─ at the stick, you gasped covering your mouth, holding back small laughs.

You swung the stick back and forth without actually throwing it, this just made the killer sit up, intently following the object you were shaking in the air with his head, needless to say, the result of that game was a complete success, as maybe not for Quentin because he had overslept and got hooked twice in a row in the beginning, but at least Steve, Dwight and you got away with barely a hang up.

There was a bad part of this whole victory, The entity was not very happy with the assassin's performance, knowing that you were behind this beforehand, she decided to give you both a little punishment.

All the survivors were startled when the Demogorgon jumped out of nowhere, knocking you to the ground as he crushed you with his huge body, slobbe dripping from his head or mouth? whatever, the point is that The Entity made him behave more like a canine and aren't the adorable little dogs faithful? Of course, and who was the one who played with a monster from another dimension as if he were a puppy? Yes, you had to play animal shelter caretaker and you wouldn't be upset if it wasn't for how protective he was of his 'owner'.

Did you want to talk to Feng Min about video games? The Demogorgon's claws pulled you away as he growled. Did you want to bet blood points with Ace that Claudette and Jake would end up together? More growling and biting attempts Did you just want to bother Tapp with stupid meme questions about Criminal Minds, Castle, or Hawaii5-0? Don't even think about it, your guard dog had to keep you safe from everyone.

The Entity enjoyed being the winner this time seeing how irritated you were, but the fun was short lived when you decided to take advantage of the situation, it was easier to play pranks on the survivors! Kate has scolded you so many times this week for pretending the Demo attacked you, you gave Dwight and Claudette a mini heart attack for every time you did. It was so much easier to annoy Jake, it was like he had two sphinxes staring at him for a whole day, not to mention Steve's shrill screams, not even Nancy was as uptight as he was, he got a new nickname from you, pussy.

Without a doubt the funniest thing was recording the Demo in a static position while you put dupsted in the background, or when you sometimes mounted on his back and he ran aimlessly, although you discovered that in the fog there were certain hostile creatures, blocked from the camps, but dangerous, you almost died outside of a game, which scared the others a lot, even the Demogorgon because he lived that moment by your side, if it wasn't for him you would surely be dead. No one had ever died outside of a trial, but you doubted the perception of death, you were sure that you would return to the camp as if nothing happened if you ever leave without anyone noticing, something that you are already planning for the future.

Apparently the discovery of something new did not like The Entity very much and decided that the state of the Demo would return to his normal behavior, it ruined some fun for you but you would find another way to spend your time here.

“Maaaan how boring, now I have dependency on a monster that pretended to be a dog.”

You complained, resting your back against a log a little away from the campfire, you closed your eyes trying to relax, but you opened them when you felt something slimy in your hand, you shrank on the spot but quickly recovered when you saw how Demo had left a stick with slobber next to your hand, you eyed it suspiciously silently until he made a gurgling noise to spur you on. You smiled mischievously when you noticed that despite the fact that the killer was initially influenced to behave like a protective canine, now he did it for the pleasure of spending time with you, anyway, the killers' camp was somewhat boring for him, he prefers to play with you.

And speaking of killers... maybe it's time you paid one of your visits.

[thefanficmonster]

Dewey Riley x Gale Weathers Valentine’s Day hcs maybe? 🥺

MY FUCKING OTPPP

*ahem*

I apologize for that outburst...I got a little to excited for my OTP but hell fucking yeah! Enjoy the headcanons darling 💕

Pairing: Gale Weathers x Dwight - Dewey Riley

Warnings: Swearing (?)

Genre: FLUFFFFF

NOTE: I’ve only seen the first two movies so any inaccuracies regarding the latter movies may please be excused :)

- Gale is a busy woman with a whole of ambition and it doesn't take a detective or even a deputy to figure that out

- One only needs to take one look at the woman

- Unfortunately for her boyfriend, the deputy mentioned above, that workaholic nature of hers often leads to her missing out on stuff in her own life while chasing other people's stories

- He’s wisely decided to stay out of it and not bug her because that would result in an acute case of a passive aggressive Gale

- And boy does that version of her scare him

- This year was their first Valentine’s Day spent as an official couple and not some on-and-off romance 

- That’s mainly why Dewey gave into his wishful thinking and called in to get a day off from work so he could spend it with Gale 

- It didn’t take him long to notice that she couldn’t be bothered with any Valentine’s Day shenanigans though, she was chasing after a big story and couldn’t find the time for it

- But Dewey knew she’d feel guilty if he brought it up

- She hates forgetting important dates and events that clearly mean a lot to her boyfriend

- They mean a lot to her too but she’s only human with only so much mind to pay to so many things

- She can’t keep track of everything and despite knowing this she still feels bad when something like this slips her by

- Dewey didn’t really feel like standing around the house feeling the loneliness set in so he showed up at the station to finish some paperwork and get his mind off things

- Little did he know that only a bit more patience is what would’ve taken for the whole day to turn around

- That’s because, on her way to grab a cup of coffee in the kitchen, Gale passed by the calendar hanging on the wall next to the fridge

- She suddenly remembered what date it was

- And damn if she didn’t feel like climbing into that fridge and hiding there the rest of her life

- If only she had paid closer attention to Dewey’s behavior, she thought she would’ve noticed there was something special about today

- Regardless of how late the realization struck her, it wasn’t too late

- And that damn story wouldn’t take off running if she let it sit on its own for a few hours, would it?

- Let me tell you, those ‘few’ hours - which added up to exactly four and a half hours - were well worth being away from her computer

- It was refreshing for Gale to be doing something other than running around with a microphone or typing away at her keyboard

- It was fulfilling knowing she’d get to spend at least the evening with the puppy-eyed town deputy who she only now realizes she’s been paying zero to no mind to in the past couple of weeks

- She doesn’t let the guilt dwell in her for long though as she continues following the recipe she begged Sidney to give her over the phone

- All the food was prepared, the table was set the candles were lit, the faint music from the radio was filling the room

- It was all perfect

- And then the sound of thunder following by the downpour of rain reminded Gale of the clothes she had drying out on the balcony

- She cursed to herself as she rushed up the stairs to rescue the dresses she had washed specifically to be worn in front of the camera

- In the meantime, unlike how she had planned it, Dewey discovered the set-up in the dining room and found himself frozen in place, now him being the one feeling guilty for leaving Gale alone for the special occasion

- But, people please, cut the man some slack, he had paperwork to do

- Just as he was about to sit down, Gale came downstairs in a dress she had carefully picked out to wear for the romantic dinner but was soaked the moment she stepped foot out on the balcony

- The deputy didn’t look any drier though

- “You look like a drowned rat.” Yeah, she still had the audacity to say that, snickering as she made her way to him

- “Oh? And since when do you take showers fully clothed.” He replied, welcoming her in his arms as she placed her hands on his chest, nuzzling her head in the crook of his neck

- “I was experimenting, just like I did with that food over there. If we get food poisoning we’ll be in the dumps together at least.” She giggled, hoping to God that she got the ingredient measurements right

- “You know what, Miss Weathers?” Dewey asked, kissing the top of her head, “I wouldn’t mind that at all. In fact I wouldn’t mind doing anything as long as I’d be doing it with you....for the rest of my life....”

- That last part caught her off-guard and she pulled away, looking up at him to try and discern what he was actually trying to say

- She didn’t get the chance to find the answer in his eyes before he got down on one knee in front of her

- That was enough of an answer all to itself

- “Gale Weathers, will you do me the honor of....”

- He didn’t get the honor of finishing the sentence, but he did get the honor of being tackled to the floor with Gale on top of him, peppering kisses his face

- “Yes, you dummy! Of course I will!”

- Who knows, maybe if Dewey hadn’t forgotten the ring at the station he would’ve psyched himself out

- But ‘what if’s are pointless in this situation

- We better start planning a wedding instead of thinking about that

[mara-xx217]

i luv your dwight fics they mean the world to me and i was lookin at his pizza delivery boy skin……thinking about those stupid porn videos w them and i wanted to hear some of your insight on it in hcs? ❤️💕thank u you’re the best ever

👀 Hello?! Yes! I'm gonna fucking destroy this pizza boy, swear to God-

Pizza boy Dwight is exactly the same as good old office Dwight: boring, vanilla, shy, a nervous wreck, and completely blindsided by the cutie hitting on him while his on-delivery duty

Is he dreaming? Did he fall asleep in the parking lot again?? There is no way in hell that someone like you is using the 'Ohhh, but can I pay for it another way..?' line on him right now. R-Right..??

Literally can't speak a single word. Just constantly trips over his tongue while blushing like crazy. His glasses even start to fog up! You can't help yourself. You yank his scrawny ass over the threshold of your house, never minding the way he squeaks and gives a few half assed "Oh, I shouldn't- No- W-Wait...! I- Uh- W-Wai- EEK!!"

He- He's being pranked, right?? Dwight prepares himself for the 'HA! Gotcha!' moment but... it never comes. You are all over him, and Dwight feels like he's gonna puke and pass out. It's too surreal, and he just knows that he's gonna wake up in his shithole apartment, completely hungover and feeling like hot garbage

Nope

This is happening, and- You are unbuckling his pants WHAT- OH GOD WHAT-?!

He’s going to get fired for this… but he doesn’t really care anymore. This job fucking sucks, and what better way to say ‘I quit’ than ‘I just banged a customer and she was fucking hot, too’

Just sort of let’s it happen, completely unsure how to handle the situation. "H-Huh-?! O-OH! S-Shi-! I-I, uh, NGGH!?!" Dwight can't form proper sentences, but he really doesn't want you to stop. It's literally the hottest he's ever seen, and it's actually happening to him

Even though his glasses were askew, Dwight couldn't bring himself to move very much. A part of him was terrified that he would do something and the moment would come crashing down around him, but another part really really really wanted to enjoy the moment to its fullest

When you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your chest, he decided 'Fuck it', and really let go

To say that it was the best sex he ever had would have been a vast understatement. You fucked him until you damn near broke your old, worn-down couch. It was genuinely impressive, and by the end of the night, you both were exhausted but completely satisfied

Yep. Dwight's definitely fired, but at least he's found someone that he can room with while he finds a new job

@prettycutebunny

@randomyklol

@kennbb

@furanshinufuransu

[bugsyfics]

Little Lamb

Negan x Reader

Fandom: TWD

Summary: You see how dangerous Negan can really be, but your lust for him makes it difficult to pass up on an eventful opportunity.

Warnings: Smut/notsfw, yelling, aggressive behavior, oral (female receiving), daddy kink

Word Count: 1.5k

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“Who am I?”

“N-Negan.”

“And who are you?”

“Negan.”

“Exactly, we are Negan. So, you better start fuckin’ actin’ like it!”

You found yourself in this situation after talking back to Negan during a little meeting he held with you, Dwight, and Simon. He told the guys to leave so he could have a word with you. Apparently telling him no wasn’t the best choice you could make.

Negan stands from the head of the table and balls his fist, cracking each of knuckles into his palm. Suddenly, he roughly grabs your jaw, making you submissive under his glare and towering figure. You were exactly what Negan desired —a badass woman in combat and a compliant little babydoll in bed. If he needed to break you for you to cooperate, he was willing —he knew you were a little lamb underneath your fiery facade.

“Do you like misbehavin’ even when I tell you to fuckin’ stop?!” Negan grits his teeth, pulling your face closer to his. You can smell the musky scent of Old Spice aftershave on his face as he leans over you. Out of all the things in the world you were actually pretty surprised he was able to find that shit in some abandoned department store. This man was truly the epitome of a father figure. You’re shaken from your thoughts when you feel a pulse shoot down to your core. You press your legs together, suppressing your growing arousal. Negan sees a shift in your demeanor and glances down at the crotch of your shorts.

His hand slides up your leg stopping right between your thighs. He pauses for a moment and laughs.

“Nah, I’m just teasin’… go back to your room.” Negan smirks revealing the dimples tucked in his cheeks and he licks his lips.

Your mouth opens in disbelief. What the hell? How does he go from almost tearing your head off to just “teasing” you? Of course a lot of the stuff you knew about him made you fearful, but at the same time he did certain things like this that made you think he was nuts.

“So, y-you want me to leave?”

“Uh, yeah. Did you not hear me?”

“I-I did—”

“Unless, you want me to do somethin’ about that throbbin’ pussy.”

Oh of course, he could clearly see you were horny. How the hell were you gonna get out of this?

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about, Negan,” you scoff and look away from him.

Negan squints his eyes, watching as you stumble over your words. “You don’t know, what I’m talkin’ about, huh? Well I guess we should fix that then.” You get a sudden surge of confidence after realizing that he’s just doing all of this to get under your skin. Looking at him directly in the eye, you grab his wrist and snatch his hand away from your lap.

“Actually I think not.”

You know he tries to manipulate and boss everyone around and you weren’t allowing him to try it with you, not today.

“The fuck did you just say, Y/N?”

“I said you don’t have to do shit because I'm gonna leave. Just like you told me to, anyway.”

Focused on getting the hell out of that conference room, which you need to do quickly before he can do or say anything else, you push past him and walk to the door.

“Get you ass back over here. I didn’t give you permission,” Negan grunts and frowns angrily.

“Oh so now I need permission like a damn dog? I’m not your bitch—”

“What the fuck did I just say?!” Negan slams his hand against the table beside him creating a crash so loud you jump back into the door. You freeze, fully realizing how dangerous this man really is.

Negan stalks over to you as silence eats away at you both. He pins you against the door, hand gripped around your throat and his body pressed into yours. “You will listen to me. Do. You. Understand,” he seethes.

“Y-yes, Negan,” you say barely above a whisper.

“You will call me Daddy for now on. I expect to hear it every single time you speak to me —am I clear?”

“Yes… D-Daddy.”

“That’s right baby girl. You don’t want to make me upset again, right?” He speaks into your ear.

You shake your head, “No.”

You kick yourself for giving in to Negan. Of course he was intimidating but you really wanted to hold your own and not be a pussy like all the other Saviors are. In combat you were ultimately undefeated, and to tell the truth, you could beat Negan’s ass right now if you really tried. But a part of you enjoyed being submissive and having Negan talk down to you. It doesn’t help that Negan is your true weakness, he’s drool-worthy. What you didn’t know was that this was all a part of his plan.

Negan’s breath fans over your ear and you feel him bury his head into the crook of your neck. He’s intoxicated by your scent and finds himself unable to keep his hands off of you. “What do you want me to do to you, baby girl?”

He pulls away from your neck and you see that his eyes are hooded with lust. You’re practically screaming in your head from how sexy he is and you want to do anything and everything at this point. He holds so much power over you and you're not complaining.

“Daddy asked you a question baby. You gonna answer?” Negan raises his eyebrow.

“Do whatever you want, daddy. Just make me feel good.”

“You wanna ride my dick, doll?”

You bite your lip and nod slowly.

“Alright, baby. Turn around.”

Your breasts press onto the metal door in front of you and you let your hands keep you upright against it. Negan groans, his hard on pushing against his tight pants. This is exactly where he needs you. He instructs you to take your shorts off and quickly follows, dragging his long fingers across your dripping cunt.

“Mm, mm, so wet!”

“I could eat you all up doll. You want Daddy to do that for you? Lick up all that sweet pussy juice?”

You claw at the door in front of you, “Yes Daddy, pleasee!”

“Stick your ass out, baby.”

You push your ass towards Negan and spread your legs apart.

“Damn, it’s just glistenin’,” he smacks your asscheeks, “Just wait to see how soaked that cunt’s gonna be after I have my way.”

He gets on his knees behind you, gripping onto your plump ass. His tongue starts at your clit, circling around it and ends at your wet opening. You hear him slurping and grunting and you close your eyes tight, feeling warmth coil in the pit of your stomach. He starts to poke and nudge all over your pussy, ghosting over your little bundle.

“Fuck, pleasee Negan! That feels so good!”

His movements halt and you whine.

“You called me Negan, baby. You did exactly what I said not to.”

“B-but it was an accident, Daddy. I’m sorry,” you pout and turn to him.

Without speaking, Negan strips out of his pants and pulls his hard member from his boxers. He loosely wraps an arm around your waist and reaches under you pushing his fingers into your entrance. Your silky wetness spreads over his fingers as he scissors you open.

“D-Daddy I’m g-gonna come!”

Negan smacks your ass harshly, “No you aren’t. If you come without my permission, you’re not gettin’ my dick in this tight pussy of yours.”

You whimper feeling his digits still inside you and it’s torture. Negan pulls his fingers out and puts his dick to your entrance, rubbing his pre-cum all over your cunt. He groans, as he lines himself up. His fingers press into the soft flesh of your waist as he snaps his hips forward, bottoming out. You open your mouth to cry out and his fingers quickly find their way to your pretty lips. He presses his index and middle finger inside and you swirl your tongue across the tips of them, teasing him as if it was his dick.

“Fuck, baby girl!” Negan sighs and he begins to rock his hips roughly into you. It stings and you suck in a sharp breath. If Negan keeps going at this pace you don’t know if you can take it anymore. You throw your head back onto his shoulder and look up at him as he relentlessly pounds into you and you find each other’s eyes. “W-What is it, doll?” Negan says as he tries to catch his breath.

“Kiss me,” you smile up at him.

Negan’s lips touch yours, molding together in a perfect rhythm. He takes his wet fingers that were in your mouth and rubs harsh circles on your swollen clit. “Ahh, ah, p-please Daddy. I’m so close,” you moan into his mouth.

“Release for me baby.”

Your eyes well up, a single tear trickles down your flushed cheek and you moan out incoherently.

“Fuckin’ shit! T-that’s right, doll. Lemme —lemme come deep in that pretty pussy.”

Your hips buck forward and if it weren’t for Negan holding you upright you would’ve stumbled over. Negan’s hips stutter against you and you close your eyes as you come down from your high.

“Maybe next time you can be a little gentler,” you laugh softly.

“Maybe next time you’ll do what I ask you to, baby,” Negan chuckles, pulling you closer and runs his nose up your neck. He kisses below your ear, satisfied with your obedience.

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[slashedthroughtheheart]

Waiting for the right one

It had been 3 months since you first arrived in this place. You’d tried your hand at learning how to be a proper survivor at first before you’d truly known how the place operated. Before you knew that the survivors could leave the campfire.

You’d seen Nea sneak off when no one was looking. You’d been fairly quiet, trying to figure out where exactly you’d end up in this social hierarchy. Your nose wrinkled whenever one of these useless alpha’s tried to get closer to you while asking their invasive questions.

It was no secret that heats and ruts still happened. There was only a few omegas in the entity’s realm, and almost all of them were survivors. There was that one girl that ran with Legion that smelled vaguely like an omega, but there was talk that maybe she was a rare ometa. A hybrid of beta and omega. Granted, no one could get close, the other 3 Legion members always nearby and quickly closed ranks whenever anyone, killer or survivor alike, got too close for comfort.

They were a tight knit pack, it seemed.

When you’d arrived, you had expected a few of the girls to be omegas because of their size. You’d thought for sure the girl who introduced herself as Feng Min was going to be an omega, but only the pleasant scent of a beta washed over you when she came close to pat your shoulder after you appeared in the fog close to the campfire.

Over those first few hours, you found out that out of all the survivors, there was only 3 other omegas besides you. Nea was one, but her thinness had made you think beta at first. But you guessed she had a hard life before coming here, and being here was also hard, so there was no time to build up the softness that you’d always associated with omegas.

The one girl you’d been so sure would be an omega, Jane, had surprised you by being an alpha. She wore a smart, but slightly dirty, business suit. She looked very chic and savvy, and her hips and chest had made you think she was for sure going to be an omega. But you should have known better when she almost swaggered over to you with Feng Min to introduce herself, and then you to the rest of the people around the campfire.

You took a quick headcount, seeing how many people you were now lost with. You came up with 21 besides you, and figured that was that. So when you’d been halfway through the name introductions, with Feng sticking to one side of you, releasing calming beta pheromones to help ease your discomfort at not knowing where you’d been taken to, you were surprised when 4 more people walked out of the fog.

“Ah, and here’s our fearless leader! Dwight, we’ve got a new girl! An omega too! Careful, or she might just take yer spot.” Ace, a rather boisterous but slimy alpha smacked the one man who’d returned with the group of girls.

He had glasses, and kinda short dark hair. He seemed to be in office attire, and he screamed nervous omega as he wrung his hands in front of himself as Ace manhandled him over to where you stood.

Your suspicions were confirmed when the overwhelming scent of anxious omega wafted in the air. He’d managed to not stutter when he said a polite hello while rubbing the back of his neck, eyes not making it all the way to you, instead staring off to the side by your shoulder.

You’d simply nodded, unsure of what was going on, or why an omega was the ‘leader’ of this.. pack? You’d tried to listen to that first 5 minute explanation from a fast talking Feng, telling you they were all survivors and that they went into trials against killers and had to escape over and over again. You really did. You didn’t understand what they meant. Why were they just sitting around a campfire instead of trying to escape if there were killers loose?

You’d always been a bit different for an omega, making it later in life and only ever taking beta friends as help during your heats, never mating to an alpha. None of them ever managed to impress you, and you only agreed to the help from your beta friends because they promised not to catch feelings or try to push you into anything. They knew you wanted an alpha, and they knew how picky you were. They just didn’t like you suffering for so long through your heats with no relief in sight.

You were grateful to them, truly. It was treated as a necessary biological function by you, one that was annoying as hell when you just couldn’t find the right alpha for yourself.

Plenty had tried, coming into your personal space just oozing horny pheromones and trying to sway you that way. And the response was always the same. A very rankled omega telling them to piss off before they got authorities involved.

And no matter how interested an alpha was, the sheer lack of omegas in more recent decades gave them a lot more protection. If an omega didn’t want an alpha’s advances, the authorities as well as majority populace would stand behind the omega.

And just one time was all it took. One time an alpha kept pushing after you’d refused him.

He’d smelled almost sour to you from the get go. Skeevy through and through. He’d gone so far as to try and box you in against the wall closest to you, arm going up above your head as he leaned down to leer at you, grin lascivious as he eyed you.

Your friends had insisted on the defense lessons, knowing you were so picky about alphas and that some were just too dense for your own good.

Something in you snapped.

Red overtook you. Fury at the audacity of this alpha overstepping his bounds. Rage that no alpha had approached you properly. Shown you they were good enough to be your alpha. Shown you they could take care of you properly. None were strong enough, in command enough, sure enough of themselves without having to throw their scent around. It wasn’t them that was their strength. They always relied on their scent alone. None walked like it was them before their scent that held the power.

He wasn’t good enough, and he wasn’t taking the no gracefully.

You shook, hands balling into fists while the white hot fury spread from your breastbone out to every extremity. Every pore of your body filled with your indignity at your treatment. At the incompetence of all the alphas you’d ever met.

You almost blacked out during the interaction, but instead you almost watched yourself go through the encounter as if in a trance and looking back on a memory.

The crunch of his nose had been satisfying. His cry of pain fueled you, pushed you forward and let you know that you could do this. You were stronger than he thought. Smarter. More determined.

He choked with the hit to his throat, staggering away from you and almost falling to the side, trying to get away from your rain of fury.

When you had taken the first step to follow him, to take out your rage of years of mediocre alphas trying to posture you into things you didn’t want, the fog had rolled in out of nowhere. It had come from behind, billowing forward around your legs and going up to engulf all of you as you took your second step, so focused on getting to the prone alpha scrambling away from you in fear that you didn’t notice until the fog reached your shoulders.

And in your trance, you didn’t panic when the fog fully swallowed you up.

The cloying darkness seemed to last for so long, long enough that your anger dissipated and you were left confused and slightly anxious as the world seemed to stop existing, and you were lost to this void of roiling blackness. It was so dark, but there still seemed to be movement like smoke moving lazily about.

You couldn’t tell when or if you blinked or closed your eyes. All senses were shockingly both over and under stimulated. The silence deafening. The only scent your own slow rising panic stinging your nose. Your hands reached out, you think, but you could not see them. You could not feel anything unless you tried to grab yourself. And even then, it felt muted, like you were dreaming but not.

We’re you walking somewhere? You think you were telling your legs to move, but without being able to see, and feeling so weightless, you couldn’t be sure.

It felt like both a lot and no time at all had passed when you suddenly felt solid ground under your feet.

You wobbled a bit, disoriented by the sudden information reaching your brain. You couldn’t see even when your feet were touching ground. You held your hands out, trying to find anything, and jumped a little when your hand connected with something hard and rough. It scraped at your hand, causing you to grunt at the small discomfort.

You realized your hearing was back. You hadn’t been able to even hear your own breathing, and you swore you called out while in that darkness that had clung to every part of you just earlier.

You hadn’t realized your eyes were closed at first, shut tight against the darkness you had been afraid of.

“Hey! There’s a girl!” a higher feminine voice startled you into opening your eyes. People, you weren’t alone anymore. Maybe they could help you.

You were slightly dizzy from the transition of not being able to see even when your eyes were open, floating in the abyss that had seemed to douse all your senses.

What you had scraped your hand on was a thick tree trunk off to your left just a bit, visible to you despite the gloom pressing from all around. Compared to what you just experienced, it was bright out.

And that’s how you came to the entity’s realm. Confused and scared after finally snapping and attacking an alpha that tried to put his hands on you.

You’d been pulled towards the campfire, sat on a log between the soothing beta Feng and the other omega besides Dwight that had come from the fog. Her name was Cheryl and she did her best to help Feng try to calm your rattled nerves.

Everyone at least sympathized with you on being scared after first coming out of the fog. For some, that meant they tried to calm you down like the two had been by your side around the campfire. For others, the nicety ran out at giving you space your first day of being there.

Ace had been the first to try to proposition you, saying in such a weaselly way that you smelled mighty fine and the two of you would make quite the pair.

Your immediate refusal and disgusted face had been the turning point in his attitude towards you. While he wasn’t outwardly hostile towards you, you found yourself having to rely on the other 2 survivors to unhook you if you were caught when you went into trials with him.

He went to acting like you didn’t even exist around the fire whenever the both of you weren’t in trial. Everyone pretended not to notice, and some of the more gentle survivors would offer you a wincing smile whenever you were paired with him in trials.

After that first encounter with him, the others noted you withdrew in on yourself a lot, not even wanting Feng or Cheryl to offer their comfort or presence to you.

You’d retreated from the logs after the first trial that Ace had left you to die on hook after you’d been caught unaware by a silent man with a white mask. You were told after regenerating near the campfire that the killer you’d faced was known as the Shape, but everyone referred to him as Michael Myers, or in David’s case ‘Big silent bastard’.

And while David had never tried to approach you, you knew without a doubt he was an alpha that’s power came from his scent and not himself, despite professing a brawling background. Sure, someone could be a fighter. But did they have power all their own? David did not. None of the alphas present did, in your opinion.

And the slow understanding you gained of your situation opened your eyes to the survivor alphas being absolutely weak and pathetic in your eyes. They’d given in to being a pawn, a plaything for the entity and the killers alike. While David was the closest to being the least useless alpha, your nose still wrinkled at his use of scent to try to ward off the beta killers and to posture at the alpha ones.

The only survivors you truly respected, truly thought were worth your time to talk to were Laurie and Yui. Laurie taught you after a while how to use a shard of glass you could keep tucked somewhere on your person to stun the killers into dropping you if they’d managed to grab you.

Yui taught you how to lift a pallet after dropping it. The words ‘Hit ‘em with everything you got, then do it again.’ resonated with you so strongly, that even if it wasn’t on the same level as stabbing your captor like Laurie, it still made her stand out compared to the rest of the survivors who were barely more than worms, fearfully eking out an existence around the campfire.

It felt like they were the only ones not just struggling for their lives like everyone else, but truly fighting back.

And if Elodie wasn’t so complacent in being sneaky, her showing you how to pull a pallet down while being carried by the killer would have put her in the pool of respectable survivors.

In your first two months, you learned very little outside of what the killers were called and how they could hurt and kill you in matches.

You noticed only whenever they had managed to catch you if the killer was an alpha or a beta.

And in those first two months, you had thought you’d met all the killers in trials.

There had been another new girl, a beta, right before you. Her name was Yun-Jin, and she kept her distance from everyone just like you did, but you had a feeling it was for different reasons than your own. She looked at everyone with a shrewdness in her expression. Like she knew something no one else did, and she knew how to use the information she had.

You had no doubt she’d sacrifice any single survivor there if it meant saving her own hide. And while self-preservation was an understandable thing, you didn’t agree with the methods of stepping on someone else to do it.

Sure, you held disdain for any of the alphas in the group, but you don’t think you’d go out of your way to use them if it meant your own safety. You may have purposefully blocked Ace once when he’d wanted to keep running and go through a building while in a chase with the Killer, but you’d played it off as being scared and thought the heartbeat had been coming from somewhere else.

No one said anything about it, but some of the survivors were a bit more wary of being near you in trials after that. They couldn’t prove you’d done it on purpose, and Ace hadn’t said anything besides ‘You blocked me in that last trial and it got me caught.’ It seems he had accepted your lie, or deemed it not worth fighting over. Maybe he was scared if he pushed the issue, you’d bring up how he purposefully let you die on hook that one time, and how he ignored you hooked every match now.

Either way, you drifted further and further from the group. It only took a week before you stopped sitting on the logs around the campfire after the Ace incident. Standing in the close treeline around the fire.

And then it went further, you retreated farther from the comforting light. Taking solace in the solitude while sitting at the base of a tree a good 30 or 40 feet from the campfire. It seemed that for the most part, no one ventured quite as far as you did.

Until you saw Nea sneak away.

And she went even further than you.

You’d followed just a bit, curious at how far she’d go, so you tried to keep a line of sight on her.

And as you maneuvered to get line of sight, you crossed path with the trail of scent she left behind. It was stronger than normal, and you had a realization that she was sneaking away because she was going into heat.

You wondered for a moment if she was just going to suffer out in the woods alone instead of turning to one of the alphas or betas in camp. But then, as you continued to follow at a good distance, you noticed the forest thinning out, and the walls of one of the realms come into sight.

Flabbergasted that the realms you did trials in were able to be gotten to from the campfire, you stood out in the open amidst the thinned out trees, just staring at the walls with a growing sense of agitation.

Why had no one told you that you could truly leave the campfire?

Surely Nea wasn’t the only one who knew this information. Someone else, anyone else, had to have noticed her absence from the campfire and have done just as you had. There’s no way at least one other person didn’t know.

You don’t know why this upset you, but it did.

And now you faced a predicament. You wanted to keep following all the way into the realm. You weren’t sure which place it was, but you wanted to know. You wanted to see. You wanted to know if all the realms could be found.

The only thing that had you hesitating was running into Nea, or one of the killers. You didn’t know if Nea was actually allowed to be here, considering she did sneak away in the first place. So you didn’t know if you were allowed. What if the killers could hurt you outside of the trials too? What if entering their realms gave them power over you?

Indecision gripped you for a few long moments, curiosity warring with it inside your mind.

You stood, one foot slightly lifted off the ground as if to take a step back towards the campfire, but after finally throwing caution to the wind, you turned back towards the entrance of the realm, boldly striding in.

If you weren’t meant to be there, it was probably better to act like you weren’t sneaking around and then plead ignorance than be caught sneaking.

It was a slim chance at safety, but you reasoned with yourself that the survivors would be way more scared around the campfire if the killers could hurt you outside of the trials.

So you walked in like you owned the place. Like you were meant to be there.

And upon entering Glenvale, you were surprised that it looked different than when you were here in a trial.

None of the buzzards were picking at long dead flesh. No hooks to be seen.

In fact, it’s like it was what you assumed the actual Glenvale looked like in real life and not the horrific replica that you traipsed around in during trials.

There even seemed to be a sense of warmth to the area, as if it was only just reaching sunset. It was nothing like the gloom hanging around campfire.

You were immediately drawn to it, furious that this existed and you hadn’t know about it until just now. And even if you weren’t supposed to be here, even if some killer came out and told you off for being here, you’d tell them off right back and demand to be let in. You didn’t want to sit with those worms content to be around a measly little campfire when there was this right here.

You looked around, sizing up all the restored buildings around you. You figured if the trials were anything to go by, the saloon would probably be where anyone would be.

And you had questions you wanted answered. Either by Nea, or whoever else might be here.

And so you walked forward, with even more purpose and determination in your step now. You could hear from the street that there was life inside of the saloon. Couldn’t see anyone or anything really from it, but you could hear the low murmur that indicated chatting. That could be someone having caught Nea, but you doubted it from the relaxed tone of it.

You couldn’t hear much until you almost made it to the steps. Once you finally made it to the front of the saloon, looking up the steps and to the swinging doors, you listened out to try to figure out who was talking.

The voices weren’t familiar in the slightest, and there was at least 3 distinct male voices from what you could tell. One was high and nasally, another a bit lower, and the last was hardly anything more than bass.

You didn’t hear Nea, which did make your anxiety kick up just a bit. But before you could second guess yourself and talk yourself out of going in, you marched up the steps, determined to get answers.

Although, your anxiety did have you more gingerly opening just one of the swinging doors rather than making a loud entrance by bursting in through both.

And you were glad for it, because even with your much quieter entrance, the conversation inside still died as all eyes in the saloon landed on you and stared.

Your nerve was tested, as you looked back at a room just absolutely full of killers. Almost every table without an open chair.

It felt like forever, the quiet staring match lasting so long in your head even though it was really only a few seconds before you steeled your resolve with a small breath in before walking further forward.

“I have some questions. First, why the fuck did no one tell me these places existed outside of trials?” At your words and attitude, a few of the killers blinked and then looked around at each other. One in particular, one of the alpha ones you’d gone head to head with a few times since coming here, stood.

“Hey now little lady, ain’t no reason to get cross with us. Ain’t like we can come on over to your cozy little campfire and just chat you up.” At this, one of the smaller killers pipes in, the one with the garish mask and dark clothes. “Not that we didn’t wanna, what with you being one fine piece of ass.”

The big guy who’d stood up, the one you’d been told was the Trapper, grunted at the interruption and turned his head slightly and barked out a harsh “Danny.” sufficiently cowing the smaller man, who held his hands up and went “Woah, just giving the girl a compliment, jeez.”

At his mutterings, the Trapper let out another grunt, this one lower and even more of a warning than his word had been.

At this, the other folded his arms, making a ‘tch’ noise before grumbling out a barely audible “Fine, whatever.”

You prickled at both what the big guy and the smaller guy said. “Cozy? That’s what you wanna call that dreary little shithole?” Irritation at the whole situation making you a lot more angry than you’d been when first entering, making your attitude flare up.

You watched while the trapper reached up, hand slipping under his mask he still wore, like he was wiping at his face exasperatedly.

“Listen, we don’t want no trouble with you, alright? What are your other questions you had? You got the answer to your first one, so what else can I answer for ya, little survivor?” He crossed his arms, but kept his whole body relaxed like he was purposefully trying to appear non-threatening despite his obvious irritation.

You crossed your own arms, foot tapping, showing your own frustration.

“Well, why do you all get to be here, but survivors don’t?”

At this he lets out a low chuckle, the irritation bleeding away a bit. “Well, you’re standing here, ain’t cha?”

This caught you off guard a bit. So you were allowed to be here?

You ventured into the next question a bit more cautiously. “Where’s Nea?”

It wasn’t the exact question you’d wanted to ask, but if survivors were allowed to be here, then Nea was here while they knew about it. Probably seeking relief for her heat with one of the killers, since so many of them were gathered here.

This one seemed to throw the big man off though. “She ain’t here. Ain’t been by at all, s’far as I know. Did you follow her here then? Is that how you found this place?”

You gave a small nod. “She snuck away from the campfire, don’t blame her. Most everyone there is a pathetic alpha or a scared beta. I thought she’d come in here, considering…” you stopped talking as you realized maybe it wasn’t a good idea to reveal Nea was going into heat to the killers who didn’t know she had come here.

“Considering?” He prompted you after you trailed off, and you gestured vaguely. “Considering this is like… the main building?” You hoped that would be enough to cover your blunder, but somehow doubted it.

He stood still for a moment more, before letting his arms fall to his sides. “Well, she ain’t been through here in a while, maybe she came to meet up with someone or to just hide away in one of the outer buildings. Ain’t my business what she does as long as it doesn’t hurt one of mine.”

You almost snorted at that thought, but managed to just make a derisive face instead. “Right, because we could totally hurt one of you if given the chance. Totally.”

Thankfully your snark garnered you a laugh from the big man while the rest of the saloon slowly picked up their forgotten conversations, everyone seemingly able to pick up the atmosphere all at the same time.

“More so than you think, little survivor.” He turned, while doing a follow motion as he went back to the table he’d stood up from.

“C’mon, might as well get to know ya, since I get the feeling you’re gonna be underfoot from here on out.”

And so the last month went by, you getting to know and spend more time with most of the killers. They generally tolerated your presence, some more welcoming than others. The Trapper, who’d introduced himself as Evan, was probably the most amiable towards you.

He didn’t step over any boundaries, but it also seemed he showed no true interest in you. Part of you was disappointed, since he seemed to be the only alpha in attendance that was anywhere close to interesting to you. But the other part knew that if he wasn’t interested, then he wasn’t what you really wanted anyways.

Danny, who you had known as Ghostface, had tried to proposition you when Evan had gotten up to go into a trial, but you quickly turned him down, trying your best not to sneer at him now that the only killer you had felt for sure would protect you was gone.

He had accepted your refusal with a bit more grace than you expected, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he’d target you in trials for it like Ace ignored you for the refusal you’d given him.

And at your swift refusal of Danny, most the killers assumed you just weren’t interested period, thankfully.

You went on doing trials day in and day out, not that there ever seemed to be a visual passage of time. The entity seemed pleased with your efforts, rewarding you with new clothes here and there, and gifting you tools to use in the trials that would make them just a bit easier.

Now that you’d gotten to spend some time with the killers, you’d quietly learned some of their quirks. Your observation skills were fairly good after a lifetime of sizing up alphas who approached you.

You escaped trials more often than not, currying the entities favor easily and earning you a small reputation of being a slippery survivor among both groups.

And just as you resigned yourself to forever being alone, knowing that escaping the entities clutches was nigh impossible, you finally got placed in a trial with the killer you’d only heard about from the survivors at this point. You only knew a vague physical description of a flashy male killer that was all about showmanship.

He’d yet to show up to the saloon in your time of visiting it. You wondered if it was just always missing him when you came around, or if he just didn’t hang around with anyone else.

The trial started off easy enough, you started solo near a gen that had a chest nearby, gaining a rather nice toolbox that helped you finish off the first gen quickly before anyone even got hurt.

You strained your hearing as you carefully picked your way through the realm to the next gen you could see. So far there hadn’t been a heartbeat that you could hear and you wondered if you were against Myers or maybe even Danny.

And then you heard someone scream while going down on the other side of the map, and you couldn’t tell from that if it was one of the silent killers or not.

You knew it wasn’t plague, pig, or Freddy because you hadn’t run into any fountains or trap removal spots, and you hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

You crouched in front of your generator, wondering where anyone was. You had seen where the person downed was hung, but they got unhooked pretty quickly. Was everyone else on that side of the realm?

You almost blew your gen when who you assumed to be the savior of the last hooked person was downed without even being hit before, and you felt dread.

The music for a tier 3 Myers hadn’t played, and you hadn’t felt like it was Danny, so who else could down someone without hitting them?

No totems had been cleansed, so it wasn’t haunted grounds. They hadn’t gotten pulled off a gen or out of a locker.

As you thought harder about who it could be, you felt your palms sweating, forcing you to pay extra attention to the gen in front of you, almost missing the last person getting instant downed while the killer was still carrying someone.

You finished your gen just as the second person got hooked, and you felt a moment of fear root you to the spot as you debated trying to go for the unhook save.

There was no screaming before the downs, so it wasn’t clown throwing his bottles at people.

As you contemplated your next move, inching along an outcropping and trying to get line of sight on the hook, and maybe see where the killer was, Feng popped up next to you, holding in her sounds of pain well enough that you hadn’t even heard her approach.

You set about patching her up, a bit rattled from the knowledge that you really didn’t know who it was, and you didn’t feel safe enough to ask out loud who it was to Feng.

She nodded at you, a thanks for the heal as she ran off in the opposite direction of the hooked survivor. Looks like it was up to you, or maybe the fourth survivor, but they were still hurt.

You felt on edge, the back of your scalp itching like you were being watched but you couldn’t spot the killer or even hear the heartbeat that let you know if they were close or not.

It was Kate on the hook, already struggling with the entity. You felt a pang of guilt, realizing you might have gotten to her sooner if you hadn’t froze early by your finished gen.

Just as you reached up, pulling her off completely, you felt a sting on your side.

Letting out a small whine as you looked in the direction of whatever was thrown your way, and making eye contact with a tall man in a yellow coat, who was grinning as he held another little throwing knife. He was still a good distance away, but you could have sworn you saw him wink at you before throwing the next knife that hit your shoulder.

Kate and you quickly scattered, and you tried to put things in between you and the killer, feeling another sting every 4 or 5 seconds, not giving you a moments reprieve.

Just as you reached the building, you felt a knife hit a particularly tender spot, making you cry out and almost double over before you sprinted as far away as you could get, going deep into the building, hoping the basement was at the killer shack this trial.

You felt another sting hit your shoulder, and you really didn’t have the time to try to check behind you as you desperately ran through the building, trying to duck and weave, not knowing exactly where he was coming from in your panic to escape him.

You could hear him now, and the heartbeat that always kicked up around killers. You could never tell if it was your own heart the entity made to beat so intensely, or if it was the killers themselves, and it was a projection.

At this point, you really didn’t ask questions, since it seemed no one really had the answers to those ones.

You felt the fear kick up even more as he seemed to laugh in amusement at your struggles. You managed to get out the other side of the building, running into a spooked Claudette as you vaulted out of the building. She was still bleeding from getting unhooked earlier and you realized she must have been the first person to be hooked.

After the first moment of shock, you both split apart as you heard the ting of a blade barely missing you and hitting the place right above your head.

You made a mad dash to the left, leaving Claudette to run off to the right as you heard the killer vault the window smoothly. You turned the corner, hoping that being out of sight would make him run a different way but you wouldn’t hold your breath.

A swift feeling of guilt hit you as you hobbled away from the building, hearing the heartbeat fade and you knew he had gone for Claudette instead of you.

And your suspicions were confirmed when you heard her scream and saw her go down inside the building. You hadn’t been paying attention as you ran through, more concerned about avoiding those awful knives, so you felt your dread building as you waited to see where he would hook Claudette, hoping the basement wasn’t in the main building.

You crouched behind a silent generator, immediately getting to work on coaxing it to life as your fears were confirmed. You could see the outline of Claudette being hooked in the basement of the building, a sour taste filling your mouth at that.

She was struggling, but you were hurt. Going into the basement without getting healed was asking to have two hooked instead.

You carefully worked on the gen, keeping both an eye and an ear out for the killer, almost slipping when another gen got completed on the other side of the building, drawing the killers attention away from where you were for sure.

And just after the gen finished, you head the scream of Feng going down on first hit again. How was he doing that? His knives hurt, but it took a long time before he even managed to really hurt you with them. The sheer adrenaline of trying to survive in the trial made it so you brushed off most the hits until it had just been too many.

The sour taste in your mouth grew as Kate’s scream followed almost immediately after, and suddenly you were the only standing survivor.

You felt remorse for not taking the killers attention when you watched Claudette be taken by the entity from the basement just as you started towards the building again.

You had to at least try to get Feng or Kate up, you couldn’t let them die like you’d let Claudette die.

You tried you hardest not to cry out as you made it through the building towards where you could see Kate still on the ground, trying not to bleed out. You couldn’t quite stop the whimpers, but you did manage to make it to her undetected so far.

You could hear the heartbeat, but it was faint. Poor Feng was being taken away from the building. You didn’t have to touch Kate much before getting her up, and the moment you pulled her to her feet, she bolted from you. You wanted to call out, to have her let you heal her up before you went on, but she was running in the direction you’d come from instead.

You shook your head slightly, quickly making your way towards Feng, who’d been hooked just as you picked Kate up.

She was holding the entity back, but just barely. You made eye contact with her, and almost cried out when she saw you and then just let go. You’d been coming to get her, you were so close, just behind a rock nearby.

The heartbeat was fading too, why did she give up?

You grit your teeth, upset with yourself for letting two of them down in one match.

Your attention was called back to the building when you heard Kate scream again, watching in horror as she was pulled from a locker by the killer and swiftly carried to the basement, instantly being taken by the entity once hooked.

If you had been quicker earlier, she could have at least held off the entity for a bit, given you a chance to try and save her.

If you had just been quicker, and not so scared of the new killer.

You held in your want to cry out, to lament your failure this trial. You had to try to escape, to find the hatch. You couldn’t let their sacrifices go in vain. You were one of the survivors who always escaped, you had to do this.

You threw caution to the wind, making a quick of a run towards killer shack as you could, hoping that hatch would spawn there like you knew it did often.

You heard his laughter at almost the same time the heartbeat started again.

Fear spiked, gripping your own heart as you felt the first burning sensation of a knife hit your lower back. It wasn’t enough to drop you, but it did hurt.

You couldn’t make yourself run any faster, and there wasn’t many trees or rocks to hide behind in this direction. You felt the hot sting of metal bite into your shoulder then the middle of your back, and one winged by and sliced your cheek. He was throwing quickly, one after the other. Two more hit your back, one hit your upper thigh and another hit your back. He missed two when you almost staggered, going off behind the first rock you’d come into.

You knew the jig was up, you could only dance around the rock with him for so long, feeling a knife hit the front of your shoulder this time as you switched directions, still trying to get away.

The next one would make you go down, you were barely standing as it. You felt the blood drip down from the cut on your cheek, the wounds all over your body screaming for your attention and making it hard to focus on dodging any more.

You hadn’t made anymore eye contact with him ever since the first time when you’d unhooked Kate. Something inside of you was scared at how he’d react to more. He seemed to like being looked at, having gotten more vicious when there was more than one person nearby, when he’d downed Kate and Feng back to back.

You almost tripped, and that was your undoing. Uneven footing made you falter for just a split second, and it was enough for him to clear the side of the rock and land his last knife, burying into the front of your thigh, biting in deep and making you collapse finally.

You fell forward, doing your best to hold yourself up long enough that the fall didn’t dig the knife in deeper before the entity made it disappear from you like it had the others.

You lay there, cursing yourself for fumbling so much through the match, and not just committing to saving the other survivors earlier on.

You heard him almost panting as he approached, a manic giggle leaving him, excited to have finally caught the last of the survivors.

There was no more energy left to even turn your head to look at him, you just laid there, weakly groaning as all the little wounds caught up and really made their presence known.

He stood over you, the heartbeat almost deafening as you waited for him to haul you up and carry you to a hook any moment now.

When he didn’t pick you up for a solid ten seconds, you finally rolled yourself just enough to look up at him. And what you saw both terrified you and sent a thrilling shiver down your spine.

He was staring down at you, as if transfixed by what he saw.

You were still in too much pain to really take much else in, but when he suddenly knelt down over you, hand reaching out to tip your chin up to look at him fully, you gasped.

The rich scent of alpha finally made it to your nose, but you realized even during chases, he hadn’t been pushing any scent out. And he had sounded rather excited. Something was trying to click together inside your brain, but you were a little too out of it and too shocked by his actions to piece the information your brain was trying to put together into one cohesive piece.

He leaned down just a bit, his gaze roving around your face, his thumb and forefinger holding your head still in his hands.

You stayed perfectly still, not sure if it was fear or something else keeping you in place as he examined you closely.

“미인”

In your dazed state, you misheard him. “Hey, I’m not that tiny…” sure, almost all the killers were taller than you, but he didn’t have to say you were mini.

His head cocks to the side, before a boisterous laugh escapes him, startling you. “Ahh, you only speak English then.”

His smile is nothing like the manic grin you’d caught glimpses of during the trial, it’s a bit more at ease. Just a bit though. You could tell there was something lurking beneath the surface.

Maybe if you weren’t so out of it from the blood loss, you might have pulled away from his deepened touch.

“I said miin, which means beautiful.” His grin doesn’t quite reach manic again, but it does change from the mirthful one from earlier to one that was predatory.

He keeps your chin in his grasp for a few moments more as you register what he said, before suddenly hauling you up onto his shoulder and walking off in a direction you couldn’t ascertain from your position and the sudden dizziness from being carried.

All you’re able to do is steady yourself just enough by pressing your hands against his back, but you don’t try to struggle out. Honestly, you’re just too tired to at this point. You’d been bleeding for a while now, and while it had slowed to a sluggish trickle, you’d still lost a lot of blood.

He easily walked along, hardly even slowed down with you on his shoulder. He was humming as he headed towards wherever he was going, arm keeping you securely on his shoulder by wrapping around your lower back.

Just as you were about to muster the courage to ask where this strange alpha was taking you, since you’d seen him pass several hooks on his journey, he was hauling you back over his shoulder, holding you in front of himself for a moment before giving you a grin that sent chills up and down your spine as he let you drop straight into the open hatch.

The last thing you saw before you reappeared at the campfire was his gaze staying steady on you as that grin split his face.

You came to near the logs everyone sat on, still disoriented but instead of blood loss, it was the normal dizziness that came from regenerating from trials.

Even if you were still a bit wobbly, you turned away from the fire and started your way towards the edge of the forest, determined to find that strange killer.

You played the trial over and over in your head again, trying to figure out just what was drawing you to him.

Just as you reached the edge of the forest and it thinned out, you realized he hadn’t been using his scent at all during the trial. You’d barely been able to figure out he was an alpha and only when he had gotten close enough to carry you.

You stopped at the edge, a dawning epiphany hitting you, one your brain had tried to show you in the trial. He was strong… without his scent. Honestly, you didn’t think he’d even used his scent at all during the trial, even when he’d picked you up.

Meanwhile, you were sure you’d probably been subconsciously scenting off in fear. Maybe that’s what had him pausing at the end, when he’d held your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up slightly, before shaking your head. You didn’t know for sure if this alpha was right for you, no need to get ahead of yourself.

But… what was it he’d called you? It meant beautiful. And he hadn’t scented when he said it. Maybe he was different.

Taking a deep breath, you shook your head once more. None of this would matter if you couldn’t find him outside of the trials.

So with new purpose, you strode into Glenvale, ready to interrogate whoever you needed to to find the killer.

Your steps were hurried, taking the steps up to the saloon in one small hop, and pushed the doors open obnoxiously, too preoccupied with your own mission to realize how loud it would be.

So when the swinging doors smacked against the wall, it startled everyone, including you.

You barely had time to register that there was only a few people in the saloon before Evan grumbled at you. “What’s got a bee in your bonnet today, brat?”

Stuck in place just inside the door, you looked to him as you mumbled out a soft “Sorry, didn’t mean to open them that hard.”

What drew your attention next was someone standing from the table, hidden by the bulk of Evan until just then.

“Ah, I was just about to ask where I could find you, and here you are.” There was a playfulness to his voice, and his grin mirrored the one he’d been giving you when he’d dropped your through the hatch just a few minutes ago.

He was already walking over towards you, and you were still stuck in place, but instead of it being mortification, it was something else.

You didn’t even smell him, but just seeing him had you staying still.

Maybe you were a bit in over your head, but the possibility that there was finally an alpha that could cross off all your check boxes? It was too good of an opportunity to pass up.

Your hands clenched and unclenched as you waited for him to reach you.

“Would you join me on a walk?” He was right in front of you now, looking down as you fidgeting in front of him. Why were you nervous? He was just another alpha, you didn’t have anything to worry about. He couldn’t hurt you out of trials, and he could only do so much in trials, so why were you nervous around him?

You looked past him for a moment to see that Evan had turned away. Seems he wasn’t worried about the new killer talking to you, and he was always quick to put himself between you and the more… questionable killers.

So when you met gazes, you gave a tentative nod.

He walked past you, opening the door and standing outside of it, still holding it for you as he looked back watching you walk over to him.

The predatory look was gone, replaced with a lax smile. Like he had fully relaxed. An air of easy going swam around him as you almost meekly exited the building.

You’d never really thought how you would react to finding an alpha who might be good for you. This almost spooked approach was not what you’d expected from yourself.

He didn’t strike up any conversation as you left the realm of Glenvale and wandered farther than you’d ever gone before, passing some other realms you’d not seen outside of trials before.

He did however, pick up a lazy hum of a song. It didn’t seem to have a rhyme or reason to it, nothing you recognized at least.

“So, little omega. How long have you been hiding from me?” His voice startled you out of your own thoughts, and his words made your face flush.

“I… haven’t. We just haven’t been in a trial before now.” You were telling the truth at least, so he shrugged at that.

His hum changed to one of thought instead of song, drawn out a bit before he looked back at you from over his shoulder. “Well, now that we’ve met, don’t go hiding from me~.” The wink he gave you before turning back had you almost faltering, falling just a little bit behind before hurrying a bit to keep up again.

You weren’t sure how to respond to that. Was that his way of flirting with you?

Instead of saying anything, you just gave a small nod. He really did have the upper hand here, and you could only hope you hadn’t made a grave mistake following him out of the saloon.

He leads you past all the realms and into the forest on the other side. And just as it feels like he's leading you in circles, you pop out of the treeline in front of a cabin, just sitting in the clearing in front of you like it had been taken right from some magazine about Natural Living For The Rich and Wealthy.

Why was it always the killers getting fancy realms and cabins to stay in but the survivors had to stay around a dingy little campfire without so much as a tent to sleep in?

Your small spike of jealousy was forgotten when he opened the front door, ushering you inside with that same easy going air about him.

He wasn’t even glancing over his shoulder anymore, he just expected you to follow him deeper into his dwelling.

And you did, eyes wide and nose twitching at the sudden increase in his scent. It was old though, just what’s rubbed off on the cabin from him staying in it for upwards of 4 months now.

And you could feel the shift in the atmosphere when he heard your subtle sniff you couldn’t stop yourself from doing.

He casual spun around, leaning against the back of the couch, giving you a once over before that smirk was back.

“Do you like what you see, little omega?” The laugh in his voice sounded almost threatening, but it only sent a thrilling shiver down your spine when his eyes lidded while watching you from where he stood.

“I… It’s a very nice cabin. Shame only you killers get things like this. What I wouldn’t do for a tent at this point. Falling asleep leaned against a tree gets old at some point.” You tried to cover your embarrassment from being caught taking in his scent with your very real envy that the killers got special treatment.

His laugh was a bit unexpected, but it sounded genuine. “You know,” he pushed up from the couch, closing the distance easily, almost looming over you in mere moments, hands in his pockets as he leaned into the wall just beside you “you don’t have to stay at that campfire if you don’t want to…”

There was a suggestion in his tone, words unsaid, but clear on his face. He was leaning just a bit closer now, that signature grin back on his face as he watched you squirm under his intense gaze.

Part of you wanted to play dumb, to say something like ‘Oh, sure. I’ll just go ask Evan for a room in his mansion.’ but the look he was giving you had all your fire from before sizzling out.

Or maybe it was more apt to say it was burning differently now.

The temptation to finally give in to your more submissive instincts was great, but after a life of telling off shitty alphas, you weren’t sure how to go about flirting back with one now that you were here.

Your silence didn’t bother him, it seemed. His grin still in place as he leaned over you.

Every thought flitting through your head as you tried to find the right thing to say left you as he finally reached up to capture your chin, just like he had during the trial earlier.

“That is, if it’s what you want~.”

He was teasing you and also reassuring you. You could figure that much out by the softness with which he held your face.

The closeness was clouding your mind, but you knew that you were interested in his offer.

You faltered under his gaze, but finally found your voice. “I… you’re not scenting off… are you?”

It wasn’t really a question, but more of a realization. He nodded nonetheless, leaning back up just a bit, shrugging.

“Don’t need to.”

His confidence with those three little words sent an electric current through your whole system, leaving your fingers tingling after a small shiver has his eyes narrowing every so slightly, pulling up in a smile as he leans back in.

“But I can, if you ask nicely.”

You don’t even think before the barest whisper of a ‘please’ leaves you, finally giving in to your instincts.

He closed the distance, other hand coming to your hip to pull you closer to him. His face was so close, and the excitement at this new experience was absolutely overriding any thoughts of your past.

And all at once, you were surrounded by his scent. You couldn’t help the little gasp that escaped, but it only seemed to please him.

“That’s it, little omega.” He moved until his mouth was almost pressed against your ear, whispering out a little “Relax a little, I’ll take good care of you.”

He had your head spinning well before that, but when he nuzzled against your neck, taking in his own deep breath, you couldn’t help the little whine that left you.

His rich laugh reverberated through your whole body, sending tingles to all your extremities and lighting a fire low in your belly.

“Sensitive, aren’t we.” You could feel his smile against your skin, his teeth grazing against your scent gland, lighting up all the pleasure centers in your brain and causing a rush of slick to leave your panties an absolute mess as you trembled beneath him.

His grip on your hip tightened, a low rumble leaving him as he appreciated your own scent. “That’s good, it’s gonna be fun with you so responsive.”

You reached out, hands gripping at his open coat. You were dizzy from the rush of all these new feelings. Sure, you’d done plenty during your heats, but none of that had any feeling behind it. This was so different, it was like you were an inexperienced virgin again, unsure of where to put your hands or what to do with your body.

Thankfully, he was taking charge, pressing you into the wall and sliding his leg between yours as he kept nibbling gently against your neck.

He drew out more little whines from you, the hand on your chin wandering down to ghost feather light touches down your side, his mouth gradually moving to nip at your chin and then hungrily at your lower lip.

His presence was heavy, devouring you without even trying.

When you responded to his insistent presses against your mouth positively, he groaned out his approval, teeth grazing your lip before sucking softly at it to soothe the slight sting.

Your own moan that followed spurred him on a bit more, hands moving to either side of your thighs before lifting you.

While you expected him to pin you against the wall right there, he surprised you by standing up fully with your legs wrapped around his waist and your arms hastily thrown around his shoulders to hold yourself up.

He hadn’t stopped leaving little kisses on your face either, keeping you distracted as he walked farther into his dark cabin, not even bothering with the lights.

It was only when you were being laid down underneath him on a very soft bed that you did anything besides hold onto him.

While everything in you was telling you he was in charge, that didn’t mean you couldn’t do anything to help him along.

With lust fueling your actions, you pressed your hips up against him, doing your best to grind against him with your legs wrapped around his waist.

Doing so earned you a low growl and him pressing a bit harder into you as he claimed your lips in a kiss that took your breath away.

Everything about him was larger than life, almost overwhelming you as he licked at your lower lip before teasing along your own before finally releasing your for a breather.

He was still impossibly close, but you managed to clear your head enough to start lifting your own shirt off, since his jacket was the only thing in the way besides his pants. He sat up, hands moving your legs from around him so he could shrug out of his bright yellow jacket and toss it to the side of his bed, hands finding your bare skin being revealed as you shimmied out of your top.

You would have blushed when hearing his appreciative hum, but you were a little too turned on, seeing him kneeling over you, looking like sinful perfection as his hands trailed down your stomach to graze the top of your shorts you wore.

He went slow, unbuttoning then with a gleam in his eye, that predatory feel coming back as his teeth glinted in the low lighting.

You complied with his slight tug, lifting your hips enough that he slid them down your hips before sitting back fully, pulling them down your thighs and to your knees, lifting your legs to be almost flush with his body and he pulled your shorts off, keeping you legs pinned against his front, pressing a soft kiss against your calf as he drank in the sight of you flushed and almost naked beneath him.

“미인”

Even through the fog of lust, you remembered him calling you that before. Something about how you were beautiful.

Your face got substantially warmer, but you managed to get out “You’re not so bad looking yourself.” but you couldn’t quite manage the cocky smile you wanted to have go along with it when he nipped at your calf where he had kissed just before.

He was enjoying being above you like this, getting to watch your reactions as his hand not holding your legs to his chest trailed down the front of your thighs, ghosting against the dip in your hip before tugging playfully at the edge of your slick soaked panties.

You could feel his own excitement pressed against the back of your left thigh, and could feel how he tensed slightly when you squirmed in his hold, letting out a moan when the pad of his thumb swiped against your mound.

“You’re already so wet for me, little omega.” His voice was husky, low and vibrating through your legs pressed against his chest.

Whimpering in response to the stronger press of his thumb circling slowly, he had you writhing beneath him with very little effort.

It was like he knew just where to press to give just enough pressure to build you up quickly. He had you wrapped around his finger in no time, your gasps turning into absolutely filthy moans as he moved your panties to the side, exposing you to him finally.

His fingers ghosted across your slick soaked folds, spreading them slightly and groaning at the sight.

And just like that, he wasn’t teasing anymore.

He let your legs down, hands easily undoing his belt and pushing his pants and boxers down his hips, eyes never leaving you.

You were just as eager, moving to rid yourself of your panties and undo the bra you wore, thankful they at least matched today.

He let you know he appreciated your efforts by pushing you back down, mouth closing around your left nipple, while his hand found its way to your hip, steadying himself as you found his way back between your thighs.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around him again, pulling a soft moan from him when your bodies pressed closer. His cock throbbed at the delicious friction your bucking provided, but he only allowed it for so long.

Sitting back just a bit, raising his head from your chest and making full eye contact with you before purring out “Careful little omega, you’re playing with fire~.”

And even though your brain was telling you this was a very bad idea, you went ahead and poked the lion anyways.

Biting your lip, you pressed yourself up, rubbing yourself against the underside of his cock for just a moment more before he let out a much lower growl than before.

You had less than a second to react before he flipped you over, pulling your hips back into him to press his aching hard on against your heat.

Before you had a chance to gather your bearings, he had you pinned under him, teeth closing around your scent gland once more, sucking softly while ever so slightly grazing your skin. A reminder of your position, of how this was going to go down.

A rumbling approval thrummed through you when you presented properly, no longer embarrassed by your own instincts.

He greedily pressed against you, rutting slightly, simply enjoying your soft skin for a moment before reaching a hand down and slowly pressing a finger into you, earning him a long drawn out mewl as he felt you grip at him. He quickly added a second, working you up easily and mercilessly.

And through the whole thing, his mouth never left your neck. He was working you into a frenzied mess underneath him with just his hands and mouth, your legs shaking from the sudden intensity of the buzzing feeling between your legs, leaving you dizzy as he licked and sucked around your scent gland, taking his sweet time getting you ready for him.

You were already so close just from his fingers working you open for him, so at the sudden press of his cock, you almost came right there, gripping at the first inch of his cock as he slowly sunk more into you.

He finally let up on your neck, but stayed right there, nuzzling at your ear, purring slightly.

It wasn’t long before he finally stilled, seated fully inside of you, groaning at the warmth hugging him into you.

He sat still, just enjoying the feeling of you fluttering around him. He felt your impatient little press back into him, grin splitting his face as a low laugh reverberated through your whole body with him this close, practically draped over your own form beneath him.

“You want more?” There was mirth in his voice again, but also an edge of warning.

Despite the voice in your head telling you it was a bad idea, you nodded a bit desperately.

A low hum set your whole body thrumming with need, you could feel his smile press into your skin as you barely made out his whisper.

“Remember, you asked for it…”

You didn’t even have a second to second guess yourself, his hands moved, one arm holding him up while the other went to hold your hips in a vice like grip as he withdrew half his length and then plunged back in, knocking the breath right out of you.

He gave you no recovery time, setting an almost brutal pace, hips canting at an angle that had you seeing stars and trying to get any air in as he practically used you beneath him.

While he was enjoying still being over top you, and so close, but he wanted to hear you. He wanted you crying out for him.

Leaning back, he moved both hands to your hips, eager to hear your first moan now that you could get a breath in.

His hips snapped forward, the power behind his thrusts ramping up quite a bit, and he was rewarded with a loud keen as he kept that same fast and deep pace from before.

He felt you clamp around him, letting out his own groan at the sensation. You could feel his fingers digging in just a bit harder, knowing you’d have light bruising from the treatment, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the moment.

The bed sheet beneath you swam in front of your eyes, the pleasure bringing you to near tears as he adjusted yet again, pushing your face into the bed with one of his large hands splayed between your shoulder blades. And it was almost like he could hit even deeper from this position. He was filling you up with every thrust, leaving you a shaky mewling mess underneath him.

You were barely aware of anything besides your own mounting pleasure, but you just barely caught a growled command from him. “Ji-woon… say it”

His tone, deep and absolutely in control had you shivering under him, brain going to putty as you whimpered out what he asked.

A shaky attempt at his name left your lips, and it was close enough that it spurred him on, nails biting into your hip as he got close.

His pace quickened just a bit, and it had you keening out his name for him, music to his ears.

He felt you hit your peak, your orgasm crashing down on you as any noise you were making melted into a high pitched moan that was broken up with each thrust from him chasing his own end along side you.

And while the temptation to knot you was there, he held back, wanting to save that for the first time he’d lay his claiming bite on you in your heat.

You were almost through your own orgasm, body rigid and muscles tight, your ears ringing when you heard a choked out “이거야!” that was followed by a growl and his hips stilling finally, grip on you keeping you in place despite your own pleasure finally leaving you a twitching, boneless mess beneath him.

It wasn’t long before he draped himself over you again, pressing your body into the mattress as he surrounded you with his body and scent. One of a very pleased alpha.

“You did so well, little omega…” his praise left a warmth just beneath your skin, lighting you up unlike anything ever had before.

A surprisingly soft kiss was pressed just behind your ear, followed with a content purr as his hands gently rubbed at where he’d been gripping so hard earlier.

“So perfect, all for me.” His tone was still praising, but it had taken a possessive turn.

And his purr only picked up when you gave a little ‘mhhm’ at his words.

Being only for him didn’t sound so bad.

After all, you’d waited your whole life for the right alpha. Him wanting you just as much as you wanted him brought you a sense of peace.

You’d finally found him, your alpha. And you weren’t going to be letting him go anytime soon.

Translations 미인: (Miin) Beautiful woman

이거야!: (Igeoya) This is it!

[bookishofalder]

Saviours Coffee House [Prologue]

Summary: Negan hires a new manager.

Warnings: Language! We’re starting off tame, but get ready because future parts get dark. WC—+2.7k.

A/N: Even if you aren’t a The Walking Dead fan, you might like this story—it’s a coffee shop A/U, I really only take the characters from TWD!

Now

Your eyes were only on Negan as he stalked forward, his normally bright eyes dark with fury as he clenched the baseball bat in his hands. You’d never seen him so angry...you’d never seen anyone so angry. Apprehension coiled in your gut, your mind blank, a doe caught in the headlights. You knew you had to move, to stop him—but part of you almost didn’t want to.

It was the part of you that had been beaten and broken over and over screaming for it to end. Screaming for you to let it happen.

And fuck, you wanted to listen to her.

Maybe you would.

—

Way Back

Negan Dean was sat at his desk, staring at the computer monitor in front of him without really seeing it. His mind had wandered away from the shop's accounting, the task he needed to complete. He had reason to be distracted, though, as he was in desperate need of a new manager, and he had a few interviews lined up that afternoon.

He’d put off rehiring for too long, left the manager position open and simply worked himself to the bone, running the place and leading it. But it had been months.

He’d needed to keep busy, after Lucille...no, he wasn’t thinking of her today. He needed to get the accounts sorted, have some lunch, and then start the interviews.

That was today’s game plan, and he was sticking to it. The extra work had finally caught up to him, as he knew it would. He was ready to step back because he was fucking exhausted and wanted to focus on his role as the owner of the Saviours Coffee House, behind the scenes. He needed a full-time manager to run the floor, someone smart and competent and good with people.

Simon had been on his ass for a while now about it, but he’d resolutely ignored his long-time friend, too stubborn for his own good. He knew Simon was right. But it was going to be on his fucking orders that a new person joined the tea—his family—even if it meant he’d fallen asleep in his office some nights, slumped over his desk in pure exhaustion.

Negan finished his task and stood, stretching out the kinks in his back, before making his way out onto the loft that overlooked most of the shop below. He had a few couches up here, and a little kitchenette next to his office, the area acting as a staff room in many ways; customers could not come up. At the opposite end of the loft, a door led up to the next floor, which was Negan’s condo. He’d bought the entire three-storey after the recession, gutted the whole thing and, working with a crew of mostly friends who had various trade jobs, renovated it entirely.

Negan was proud of Saviours Coffee House, a dream that he hadn’t always had come to life in the walls of what used to be an old, relatively small, textile factory. Now situated in the heart of downtown, it was the perfect spot for an edgy, laid-back place to unwind, meet friends, go on dates. Hell, Negan loved looking down and seeing a customer stay the whole day as they worked, even if they only bought one coffee. As far as he was concerned, the moment you spent a dime in his place, you were a customer for the day. And that had been a hit with many of the locals and students from the nearby university. Open five-thirty in the morning till eleven-thirty in the evening, Saviours welcomed all. So long as you kept your feet off the fucking tables and minded your manners.

In his former life, Negan worked as a high-ranking guard at the nearby penitentiary. It was a minimum-security, well-funded place where non-violent criminals ended up. He’d loved his years there, but after getting stabbed for the second time (the first was when he was young enough that he’d bounced back almost instantly) he decided to retire.

He sunk all of his savings into this dream, and years later had a lot to show for it. He’d also met a lot of down on their luck men in his time as a guard, so after Saviours became successful, he started a hiring program for white-collar criminals who completed a local, not-for-profit reintegration program. He only kept two on at a time, and most moved on after saving up enough.

Currently at the bar was Dwight, who’d been with Negan the longest now, having started just over a year before after getting out from serving time for drug possession. If Negan was proud of anything, it was Dwight. He’d seen the man evolve from a quiet asshole who barely grunted when customers paid, to a friendly bartender who mixed both amazing lattes and delicious cocktails, even if he grumbled about it. He was a fixture here now as much as Negan—and probably more well-liked, but Negan didn’t care about being liked. As long as people were happy, he was just fine.

It was the post-lunch lull now, so Dwight was wiping up the counters and switching the signs around from daytime menus to evening. Maggie, who had been working at Saviours for about two years, was wiping down the tables while Fleetwood Mac played over the expensive Bluetooth stereo system. He’d asked Maggie if she wanted the job, but she’d only laughed before telling him plainly that she had no desire to work full time or see him that much. He’d figured as much, seeing as she was in university, but he had wanted her to know it was hers if she did want it—she’d earned it.

Dwight was happy where he was, and didn’t want to upset the balance in life he’d worked so hard for, which Negan respected. His newest employee, also a convict hire, wasn’t up to scruff to become the manager, as much as he liked Paul, or ‘Jesus’, as everyone called him. He was a nice kid, worked hard, but seemed content working three part-time jobs. That had left Rosita and Tara, both part-time and students, and then Carol, part-time and not interested as she worked as a volunteer at the Children’s Hospital and didn’t want to give that up.

Which left him where he was now, stomping up the steps to his place to have a quick lunch before back-to-back interviews of promising contenders for a job he wished like hell he didn’t need to fill.

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“Jesus. Fucking. Christ.” Negan slammed his hands onto the marble counter in frustration as Dwight watched him. He smirked as he tidied up the barista station.

“That bad, boss?” Dwight was shit at keeping the amusement off of his face. Negan scoffed, glancing behind him to ensure no customers were listening, but it was busy enough now with the after-class and work rush that the cacophony of voices and music allowed him to speak privately despite the location.

Negan held up one hand, holding his thumb and index finger a sliver apart. “I’ve got this much fucking patience left. Only one candidate wasn’t a god damned catfish and I didn’t like him,” He sighed, nodding gratefully when Dwight pointed to the espresso machine, knowing Negan needed his usual five o'clock pick-me-up. “I’ve got one last one; Daryl's friend. If she doesn’t fit, I’m going to have to beg Maggie—and you know she’ll love that too much to say yes.”

With a laugh, Dwight nodded in agreement, expertly moving about making Negan’s latte. “Carol seemed pretty sure you’d like her, said Daryl thinks of her like a little sister and when he heard you were looking for someone he was adamant she’d be perfect.”

Negan sighed, “Yeah, and I like Daryl so if this doesn’t work out and I have to start hating him I’m going to be real pissed off. Thanks, D.” He added when Dwight passed over the piping hot drink, still grinning at Negan’s displeasure.

Dwight dipped his head forward, eyes behind Negan, “I think that must be her, don’t recognize her and she’s dressed too nice for this place.” With that, he turned away and started loading dishes into one of the dishwashers. Negan turned, eyes scanning for the potential candidate, and he didn’t have to look far.

Because there you were, right out of a fucking dream.

Dwight had been right, you were dressed far too nicely for Saviours, but perfect for an interview (which instantly gave you points over a few of the previous interviewees). You were weaving by a few men who were standing at a high table and hadn’t yet noticed Negan, which allowed him to survey you.

The pretty green dress paired with a smart leather jacket and shiny kitten heels gave off an air of sophistication, accentuated your curves beautifully, and rendered his mind to mush for a brief moment. You wore your hair down, and it fell in elegant waves around your shoulders. Fuck, though, if you weren’t the prettiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on.

He thought Carol had mentioned you were in your mid-twenties, but you walked with more confidence about you than one usually saw in those formative years. Already impressed, Negan pushed himself away from the counter, stepped forward and smiled.

You looked around, his movement catching your eye, and returned the smile warmly as you approached. No doubt, you’d looked up their social media, seen pictures of Negan. Any smart candidate would do that, and Negan could already tell you were a clever girl. He called your name over the music, and you nodded, extending your hand

Negan took it into his and shook, enjoying how small your hand was compared to his. You were curvy and petite in the best ways, so much shorter than him but fully voluptuous, and you dressed like you knew you looked damn good, fuck whatever society said about beauty standards. “Mr. Dean, it’s great to meet you, sir.”

Negan grinned down at you, then pointed toward the staircase to your left, “Come on up, it’s quieter in the office.” And he led the way.

When he glanced back to make sure you were following, Negan saw you looking toward Dwight, giving him a friendly wave. He gave you a nod, a near smile, a pretty decent result from the house grump. He needed a manager who could get along with everyone, so right there was another point in your favour.

Closing the door brought the loudness of Saviours down to mere background noise, the evening crowds were always loud as shit. Negan loved it, the differences between the start and end of days, the energy. He gestured toward two armchairs he had, hating the process of sitting behind a desk to interview like he was some hot shot lawyer. He preferred the less intimidating, friendly way. It was just a coffee shop, after all.

A damn good one, though.

When you settled, Negan took his seat across from you, suddenly feeling a little distracted under the gaze of your bright eyes. “Well I’ll get straight to it; you come highly recommended by both Carol and Daryl. I won’t lie, I’m a pain in the ass to work for and I’m looking for someone who can handle hard work, long hours and most importantly, get along with my people. You really think that’s you?”

You were sitting with your back straight, legs crossed at the ankles, hands in your lap. You looked entirely at ease, meeting Negan’s eyes straight on as he spoke. When he finished, you leaned forward almost imperceptibly, your response instant.

“I’m exactly what you’re looking for, sir. I love people and get along with everyone. Do you think I’m best friends with Daryl and don’t know how to deal with a pain in the ass?” At this, Negan smirked, “I’m hardworking, and I have no other major commitments, so full time and long hours will suit me just fine.” You had a lovely voice, which was probably why you’d stayed working at the sales call centre for years before now.

In your resume, Negan had noted the year gap in wor—you had stopped working for the call centre just over a year ago, though it was noted you were a freelance writer and kept income that way. But he found it curious that you’d been working since you were a teenager and yet hadn't worked a solid job in a year. And now that he’d met you, he could see you were the hardworking type. Carol hadn’t known why you’d been away from a job for so long, stating that Daryl knew but didn’t tell her. He had said it didn’t matter, and that was good enough for Negan.

“Well, I’ll admit, on paper you’re ideal, which is why I scheduled you last today. I wanted to have time to read you.”

“And,” You interjected, a small smirk on your lips, “You know that keeping someone waiting the whole day for an interview will shred their nerves and leave them more susceptible to letting their true colours out.”

Negan stared, surprised, “Can’t get much past you, eh?”

You shrugged, “It’s a good tactic. But I assure you, I’m just as competent in the evening as the morning, and I think if you give me a chance to prove myself, you’ll be very happy with hiring me, Mr. Dean. I want to work here, you have an amazing place. It’s a part of this community, and the reintegration program is something I respect greatly, I have no issues working with men hired from there.” You paused, adjusting yourself slightly, palms falling open on your legs, “And, I’ll be frank, I want a job that has long days, that’ll keep me busy and tire me out and let me build relationships with customers. When I found out you were hiring, I jumped on the chance for Daryl to have Carol put in a good word for me. It just seems...right, to work here.”

“What about your writing, do you still do that?” Negan watched your face closely, and it didn’t waver, instead, your smile widened.

“I can write anywhere, anytime. And I make my own schedule with whatever commissions I take on, so it’ll be easy to write on my days off, or breaks if I don’t have a day off,” You pointed at Negan’s phone, which he’d set on the wide arm of his chair, “I can also help with writing any social media or website content, I know Carol mentioned you wanted to expand that presence, and I’m comfortable with that sort of work.”

Negan considered you, letting a comfortable silence fall as he thought over your words. You did seem eager, excited, and the fact that you’d researched what he was looking for impressed him further. Breaking eye contact, he glanced down at your resume once more, though he couldn’t think of anything else to ask. If he was honest with himself, he was ready to hire you after the first two minutes.

“I like you,” He said, thrumming his hands on his knees, “When can you start?”

“In the morning? Or I can go home, have my dinner and come back dressed more appropriately for work, if you need me straight away, sir.”

Negan shook his head, both as a response and in an attempt to toss away the thoughts that stirred up in the back of his mind every time you called him ‘sir’. “Tomorrow morning is perfect. And since you work for me now, you can call me Negan, asshole, or shithead, no more ‘Mr. Dean’ or fucking, ‘sir’, okay?”

When you smiled at Negan, it was the most dazzling he’d seen yet, bright white teeth and sweet dimples making his heart stutter. Damn, you really affected him. He needed to get a gri—you were half his age, for Christ's sake.

“Thank you, Negan,” You stood, holding your hand out and grasping his when he offered, your head tilting back to look at him as he stood before you. “Really, I promise I’ll make you proud.”

“Kid, I don’t doubt it.” He replied softly, and for a moment you simply looked at one another. Negan wasn't sure if you felt it, but he did; it was a spark. Fleeting, but strong enough that he knew life was about to get interesting again.

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[dbd-ghostface-roman]

🛏 @ask-the-dweets (Will I keep teasing this without actually going through with it? yes absolutely.)

(Had to think about how this would happen.) Fancy stumbled out of the trial bleeding, he was tired and woozy. Running through the field running... running, wait where was he... It seemed like a really swanky house... He was so tired... just a second just a second to rest. A couch?... Just a second... sit down. "How did you get here?" Oh crap he had heard that voice before ...the ghostface voicechanger..

He tried to leap from the couch but he was so exhausted he couldn't move. "Please.. Please.. I'm so tired... the Entity wouldn't let me rest at all today.." "You look awful." The figure in black sat down next to him tilting his head. Fancy was terrified but also so tired... so desperate... He grabs onto the front of Romans cloak. "Soooo tired."

All of the sudden he passes out and crumples into Romans lap. "Shit kid... what the hell did the Entity do to you today." Roman pulled off his mask and pet the poor Dwight's head.

[negandarylsatisfaction]

[SUMMARY: Negan takes a liking to Karina in Alexandria, unaware she is Dwights sister.]

Smut

Negan and Karina.

After losing everything you didn’t care much about anything anymore. Alexandria was where you now stayed, you didn’t exactly call these people friends but they weren’t all that bad. You kept hearing them go off about some Negan guy coming by today. You didn’t understand why it made everyone so nervous but you didn’t bother to ask. A few hours later you worked on your brothers old bike, you wondered what ever happened to Dwight. His bike was all you had left of him.

Standing from where you were you could see these trucks come in through the entrance, you figured it was Negan and his people. Minding your business you continued to fix up the bike not caring about whatever else was going on. Negan had barely got out of his truck when he noticed you beside the motorcycle right from where he was. Completely distracted with the view, curiosity got the best of him.

“Who in Gods name is that woman?” Negan leaned over towards Rick as he watched you climb on top of the bike. Rick remained silent as Negan watched on.

“Now that’s a woman I wanna meet.” He whispered to Rick before he walked towards you.

“Need any help with that, sweetheart?” You looked back to see a man in a leather jacket, instantly you found him attractive.

“Mm mm...look at how you handle that.” Negan passed his hand along your bike as he checked out your legs straddling it.

“Who are you?” You squinted your eyes up at him.

“You mean to tell me these folks haven’t told you about me? Shit, you must be new.” He had a smile on his face but a look in his eyes you didn’t trust.

“I’m Negan and you are...?” He raised his eyebrows leaning forward confidently waiting for a response.

“Karina.”

“Karina. I like you.” He spoke excitedly as he walked around you from behind, stopping on the other side.

“How about you tell me a little about yourself, Karina?”

“There’s nothing to tell.” You got off your bike and looked right at him. He was obviously interested in you, but he looked like any typical asshole with a big ego.

“How about you?” You spoke with a sly sarcastic tone but he liked it. You actually made him laugh.

“Hm-“ he placed his hands on his hips looking up at the sky.

“I run a sanctuary, I’m a single, I think you’re hot, I have a bat named Lucille, did I mention I think you’re hot?” He looked down at you playfully, you had to admit you thought he was hot too.

“Hm, interesting.” You stared up at him, charisma in your voice, you turned away to walk inside. Negan frowned a bit puzzled, he didn’t expect you to walk away from him so easily.

“Now wait just a second, sweetheart-“ he followed you inside as you walked to the kitchen.

“I was thinking maybe you and I...shit...I find you attractive, you find me attractive...we should..you know...”

“I beg your pardon.” You turned to him with an arched brow and a hand on your hip. The sight making him grin with excitement.

“Oh come on now..” he leaned towards you, his voice low and husky.

“You look like you could be a whole lot of fun.” His eyes drifted down to your cleavage, with your index finger your pushed his head up to face you again eye to eye.

“Oh you like to take charge huh?” He spoke in a smooth voice.

You had no words, you squinted your eyes at him stumbling in your mind on what to say in return. Truth was, this stranger turned you on. You hadn’t felt this excitement in a long time, he leaned towards you, his lips so close..you wanted a kiss until you were both interrupted by one of his men.

“Negan-uh..-“ you practically stumbled back thinking it was someone from Alexandria.

“God dammit, Simon. What the hell is it? What the hell are you doing here?!”

“It’s Dwight.” The mention of your brothers name made your heart stop, it could’ve been a rare chance but you couldn’t help yourself.

“What name did you say?” You suddenly asked making both men look at you.

“Dwight.” Simon repeated, you grabbed your backpack close by and started going through it as the two men watched on confused.

“This Dwight?” You pulled out a photo and waved it in their face.

“Is this the Dwight you’re talking about?! My brother... is it him?!” You asked desperately. It was indeed the same Dwight.

“Ah..shit.” Negan whispered low making you gasp.

“Where is he?!” You charged towards Negan, who at one point knew exactly what to say was now speechless.

“Where is he?!” You looked at Simon and shoved his shoulder making Negan put his arm in front of you pulling you away.

“Easy, Karina. Let’s talk about this.” Negan motioned for Simon to leave you both alone.

“Where the hell is he? He’s with you guys, take me with you then-“

“Woah, darling I’m gonna need you to slow down for me.” He stood silent for moment remember what he had done to Dwight. With his thumb he scratched his brow wondering how he would explain to you that half of your brothers face was practically burnt off.

“Take me!” You screamed shoving him unexpectedly.

“Fine! You want me to take you? Let’s fucking go!” Negan got tired of your impatience and pulled your arm walking out with him.

“Wait where are you taking her?” Rick yelled as you climbed into the truck.

“My brother, Rick. They have my brother. I’ll be back.” You called out to him before Negan slammed your side of the door shut. Negan drove following behind the rest of the trucks as you sat eager to get to the sanctuary.

“How is he? How long has he been with you?” Negan gripped the steering wheel tightly still attempting to explain to you what happened. Attempting to find a reason to explain why it even happened. You were nothing to him and he barely knew you but something in him felt regret, he felt wrong for what he did. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you the truth just yet.

“Why aren’t you answering me?”

“Listen sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to lower that pretty little voice of yours.” He responded before suddenly swerving his car opposite from where the other cars were going in front of him.

“Where are you going? Where are you taking us?!” You screamed looking back as the other cards disappeared. Negan didn’t respond racing down the empty road in silence.

“Where the hell are you taking me?!” You yelled at him hitting his arm but he ignored it. He didn’t want to tell you on the drive there how your brother would look and he didn’t want you to find out by seeing him, he thought a talk alone in a old cabin he kept occupied would warm you up for what you were about to see.

“I’m gonna open this damn door if you don’t answer me.” You had your hand on the handle but you knew you didn’t mean it.

“You better stop testing me woman.”

“Just tell me where we’re going.”

“Relax. You’re going to see your brother.” He responded calmly not taking his eyes off the road. You sighed crossing your arms and looked out the passenger window.

Half an hour passed and Negan pulled up to a cabin. Eagerly you jumped out rushing towards the door. Negan didn’t say a word heading right beside you to unlock the door. Opening the door you ran inside to find an empty cabin, you stopped and turned to Negan locking the door shut.

“What are you doing?” You asked confused.

“Where is Dwight?”

“You and I need to talk before anything.” You frowned before you looked around, your eyes stopping on the only thing in the room.

A bed.

“What the hell do we need to talk about?” You walked towards him.

“Where is my brother, you told me you’d take me to him.” Your jaw clenched as you stared up at him. You wanted answers.

“Where is he?!” You screamed shoving your fists into his chest. He could see the anger in your eyes, what the hell would you do if you knew what he did, he wondered.

“Oh...I get it. You’re one of those assholes.” You began to laugh looking over at the bed.

“Do I need to do something for you to take me to my brother?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Negan asked with a puzzled expression.

“Please....you men are all the same.” You laughed with sadness in your eyes before you unexpectedly took off your top revealing a black bra to him.

“Karina what the hell are you doing?”

“What isn’t this what you want?” You stepped closer to him as you reached behind your back to unhook your bra.

“Karina stop it.”

“What? Come on, Negan....isn’t this what you asked for before?”

“I said stop it.” He grabbed your arms not allowing you to remove your bra making you bite your bottom lip staring up at him.

“Oh is it you who likes to take charge?” You spoke playfully but there was no expression in your eyes. It seemed you were familiar to this treatment.

“Go ahead do whatever you want to me. You made it clear before you want to fuck me.”

“Karina!” He gave you one hard shake with an intense serious look.

“I don’t know what the hell men you’ve come across, sweetheart.” He looked down at your body.

“Trust me, I would love to fuck your brains out. But not like this. That’s not why I bought you here.” His eyes connecting back with yours, he seemed to be telling the truth.

“Now put your shirt back on, cause I definitely can’t concentrate like that.” Slowly he took his hands off of you. Pressing your lips together, you took a deep breath and grabbed your shirt off the floor aggressively.

“Well why the hell are we here then?” You put your shirt back on and turned to him. Rubbing his facial hair, he looked a bit uncomfortable.

“I have to tell you something about your brother.”

“What?” You looked at him strangely.

“Aright, sit down.” He pointed at the bed against the wall.

“No, I don’t want to sit-“

“God dammit, Karina. Can’t you just listen to me once?!” He lost his temper quickly raising his voice. With a sigh you crossed your arms and sat down on the bed. He grabbed a stool and across from you unable to look you in the eye.

“Your brothers alive.” He started off bluntly.

“But....me and him had a bit of a....problem at one point.” You began to shake your leg nervously.

“What kind of problem?”

Negan looked up at you finding himself almost nervous to tell the truth. Never had he met a woman with such a strong character, let alone a woman he barely knew who made him nervous.

“See, at my sanctuary there’s some rules. Your brother....he broke one of them. So he faced some consequences.”

“And they were..? Let it out already.”

“He’s not gonna look exactly the way you remember him, sweetheart.”

“What the hells that suppose to mean?”

Negan put his head down before taking a deep breath.

“I put an iron to half of your brothers face-“

“You what?!” You stood up abruptly making Negan look up.

“Listen, if I would’ve known he was your brother I wouldn’t have-“

“You burned half his face off? You sick fuck!” You stared at him in disbelief and shock.

“What rule did he break for him to deserve that?”

“Shit.” Negan mumbled under his breath knowing you would only get angrier once he explained.

“He slept with my wife.” Negan blurt out making you frown in confusion.

“You’re married?”

“Not my wife, shit I mean... I have a few-“

“What?” He could hear the disgust and confusion in your voice.

“Look I have a few fucking women alright and the rule is they can’t sleep with anyone else. Your brother screwed Sherry and-“

“Sherrys there too? Wait Sherrys with you?” You moved towards him with your arms crossed.

“Wait you mean to tell me, you burnt half my brothers face off for screwing his own wife?”

Negan was silent as he looked up at you, you could tell there was regret in his actions but it didn’t matter. Unexpectedly you smacked him across the face and hard. He looked back at you with a smirk.

“Am I a dick if I say that kinda turned me on.” He chuckled.

“Pig. I can’t believe I almost let you sleep with me.”

“To be fair, he was warned there would be consequences.”

“Please.” You walked passed him towards the door when he caught your arm.

“And where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“To find my brother.” You pulled your arm back roughly.

“And how the hell do you think you’re gonna do that without me? You don’t even know where the hell we are.” He stood up walking towards you.

“I’ll figure it out, I always do.”

He scoffed in response.

“Oh you always do huh.” He squinted his eyes looking down at you. He could see through your tough layer you’ve been let down a lot.

“Just let me take you in the damn car, it’s going to get dark and I don’t need your death on my conscience.”

“You think I can’t survive out there by myself at night? Who’s to say I haven’t already?” Negan didn’t know how to respond, he raised his eyebrows and pressed his lips together.

“Fair enough. You’re still coming with me though.” He walked passed you leading the way out. Giving in without saying a word you got in the car and let him drive the rest of the way. The two of you did not speak, staring out at the road you didn’t notice him look over at you a few times. There was something he couldn’t explain about you that captivated his interest. There was more than just looks.

After an hour drive, he finally pulled up towards a gated area. Eager yet nervous to see your brother you got out of the car and quietly followed his lead.

“This better not be another set up or whatever.”

“You have my word, doll.” He responded without looking back.

Negan led you to a room with a desk, you sat on the chair patiently as he ordered one of the men to get your brother. Taking a deep breath you stood back up, pacing in the room waiting for your brothers arrival. That’s when you heard the doorknob turn. Dwight opened the door letting himself in, the first sight of him making your mouth drop.

“Karina...” he whispered as Negan stood outside peaking through the crack of the door.

“Oh Dwight..” tears formed in your eyes, his face partially destroyed. More than anything you were just happy to see him. Without warning you ran up to him and grabbed him as your sobs echoed in the room. Negan frowned, your tough layer easily cracked at the sight of your brother. This was the Karina he wanted to know.

“It’s okay little sis, I’m here.” Dwight held you as you composed yourself before looking up at him.

“Look what he did to you..” you whispered looking at his face, Negan looked down in shame hearing your words.

“It’s okay, don’t even worry about that. It was a long time ago.”

“And Sherry?”

“What happened with Sherry was a mutual agreement we had.” You shook your head looking up at him.

“Look Negan isn’t so bad. We have food, shelter, everything we need.”

“He’s still a dick,” you responded stubbornly.

“Where have you been?” Dwight asked with an arched brow.

“Some other group, they aren’t bad at all but I’ve mostly stayed to myself. Let’s go get Sherry, let’s get out of here.” You walked towards the door to find Negan on the other end unexpectedly. Sherry was standing down the hall with Simon, he had already requested for her when he returned. Negan stepped back and motioned for Sherry to go with Dwight. She quickly went in the room reuniting with Dwight privately as you stood outside giving them privacy. Negan stared at you for a moment before you turned to walk away.

“Woah. Don’t I get a thank you?”

“You’re joking right?” You responded without turning to him, not knowing where to go you walked through the first door you saw.

“Where the hell are you going?” He spoke loudly making you turn to him.

“I’m trying to get the hell away from you!” You yelled back at him.

“Why? Afraid you might still want me?” He teased getting closer to you.

“Nobody wants you.” You responded low.

“Im sorry, what was that sweetheart?” He leaned his ear towards you.

“I said nobody wants you.” You spoke louder but he could sense the bullshit in your voice, hell you even thought you didn’t sound convincing. Who were you kidding?

“Admit it, Karina. You’re pissed at what I did but you still want me to fuck you. Hell I think you might even wanna get a little rough on me.”

“You know what?” You yelled at him but suddenly got lost in the look in his eyes. A look of excitement with a grin, he knew he had you in the palm of his hand.

“What?” He spoke in a whisper, his face close to yours when you suddenly grabbed him and began to kiss him. The both of you stumbling against the wall as you pushed his leather jacket off.

“Oh yeah baby,” he muttered as he watched you unbuckle his belt.

“Shut up.” You responded unzipping his pants.

“Yes mam.” He watched you get on your knees as you pushed his pants down far enough to reveal his cock to you. Looking up into his eyes you slowly took all of him in your mouth. He closed his eyes throwing his head back, a rough moan escaping his lips. You felt him grow harder in your mouth making you moan excitedly. Feeling the tip of his cock reach the back of your throat his hips jerked against you. You began pushing down your pants before you stood up, his body still reacting to what your tongue was doing to him.

“Well-“ you stood before him with your hands on your hips.

“It’s your turn to take charge asshole.” His heart racing, he chuckled.

“Oh I’m an asshole?”

“Yes- oh!” You screamed not expecting him to aggressively pick you up and slam you down on the table.

“I’m an asshole?” He looked down at you with playful eyes before grabbing your face and kissing you. His lips never leaving yours as he placed himself between your legs and thrusted his hips against you. In that moment you didn’t care about what he did or who he was, all your mind was wrapped around was the intense pleasure building up inside you. For so long you yearned for sexual pleasure, you moaned into his lips as he continued to thrust. His lips trailing to your jaw and down to your neck when Negan noticed Simon at the door quietly closing it. A devilish silent grin on Negans face as Simon chuckled closing the door.

Simon walked down the hall as Dwight stepped out of the room with Sherry.

“Where’s Karina?” Simon raised his brows scratching the side of his head.

“I don’t know man, I saw her go that way.” Simon responded pointing in the opposite direction of where you both were actually in.

Screaming in pleasure feeling him continue to thrust deeply, you felt his body tightly pressed against yours. The temperature of your bodies rising from the arousal and movements you both made.

“I’m still an asshole?” He whispered breathlessly looking down at you.

“Yes-“ you responded cutting yourself off with a moan.

“Yeah but I’m an asshole that makes you cum,” he ran his fingers through your hair, roughly pulling it as he moved faster. Your eyes rolling back, you screamed as bursts of pleasure ran throughout your entire body. How could

you argue with him, he didn’t know you but he knew how to make your body feel good just as you did with him. Quickly he pulled out and you watched him release himself all over your inner thigh. His moans were deep as you spread your legs wider for him, his cock pressed against your thigh you passed your finger over his cum and stuck it in your mouth.

“Oh yeah...” he whispered when suddenly a loud knock on the door made you jump.

“Karina are you in there?!” You gasped hearing your bothers voice. Negan chuckled watching you jump off the table and quickly clean yourself off. Nonchalantly he picked up his pants watching you fix yourself nervously.

“Hurry up!” You whispered as you fixed your hair.

“You’re a big girl sweetheart, you can fuck who you want.” His words slowing you down, he was right.

“I’ll be right there, Dwight!” You yelled towards the door.

“You’re going to let them go right?” You whispered looking up at Negan.

“Of course as long as I have that sweet pussy.”He asked with a smirk.

“You’re such an asshole.” You rolled your eyes playfully before walking to the door with Negan behind you.

“Sorry-“ you opened the door to find Dwight, his eyes instantly looking at you strangely with Negan behind you.

“What are you doing here with him?” Dwight asked before he looked up at Negan.

“Oh I was just showing her some things she could use.” Negan subtly reached for your ass, giving it a tight squeeze he made you jump with a gasp.

“You ok?” Sherry asked raising a brow.

“Yeah, yeah I’m great. Listen I’ll meet you guys out front.”

“And what do you have to talk about here with Negan?” Dwight asked defensively.

“You do know he’s the one who bought me here right. Relax, we’ve already spoken much more than you know.” Dwight looked over at Negan before silently walking away with Sherry.

“Way to go Karina.” Negan teased before you turned to him and shoved him playfully.

“Don’t do that in front of my brother.”

“Hey-“ Negan laughed lifting up his hands.

“Can you blame me?”

“Seriously, if you want any of this again you’ll listen to me.” Negan licked his bottom lip in response.

“You got it, doll.” You walked out leaving Negan speechless and wanting more and he knew the feeling was mutual.

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Teacher Knows Best 1 (One shot) Negan X Mark OC (Walking Dead) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Readers, I am back with a new chapter a request from Months ago with Mark or Marie who was a student of a college professor Negan and meets him again in the RV Scene. Enjoy!)

(marks pov)

I sat in the RV as I hear talking from outside. "Let's get you all on your knees-dwight- check the RV." I hear as I hid in the shower, behind the curtain. It didn't take long before I was found though as I was grabbed and dragged out, thrown to the ground as I groan.

"On your knees..now."

I slowly get on my knees as I look over at my brother and my father as I tried to not cry.

One of the men walked over. "What's wrong little boy-- you gonna cry?" He mocked as I tried to choke down a sob as I hear another voice. A.. A familiar voice.

"Well I be damned." He says and I looked up at him. "Little mark."

I stare shocked as I shook. "W-What..? I-I..I-I don't.. understand..I-I want m-my daddy" I said as I held my hand out to my dad beside to me.

He glared at him and picked me up and I started to scream. "No no no n-no!!!"

I was horrified as I reach out for him.

"We can talk--please don't take my boy! He needs me!"

"He is not you boy anymore." He says. "He is mine."

I looked at him scared as he suddenly handed me to two other people.

(Negan's pov)

I looked back at Mark as I smirked as he had ended up passing out from crying.

God he was so fucking hot, even after the world went to shot. He was the hottest one at the campus..and god I've gotten off to him so many Times. Especially after..

I watched as Mark once more walked into gym class wearing these- these tiny.little gym shorts and a tank top with a sports bra

I was stunned by it those thighs were so thick and beautiful. I would recognize them anywhere! And that ass! But the best of all was his pretty face not just because it was a pretty boy face but he had the kindest eyes and nicest smile. It was that that caused me to try and get close to him, pressing against him from behind while he stretched, I'm pretty sure he pushed back into me one time.

Then when we did actual stuff. God just the memory made me rock hard

(flashback)

"Mark I've noticed your grades are falling.."

"...I'm just..stressed out..I'm not exactly accepted here.."

I did notice that some of his classmates even tormented him. It was like freaking highschool and not university

"I was hoping...well I was hoping to..to drop out maybe. I don't think this is a class for me." He said as he played with his hands.

If he dropped out I would not be able to see him.

"Mark-look you're a great athlete, I'd hate to see you leave. You have so much potential-and I'd miss having you in my class--" I was cut off when he kissed me and pulled away.

"I'm sorry sir--" he looked away

I pulled him back into another kiss and he gasps.

However he slowly wrapped his arms around me before I pull away. "No-I-I don't want you to feel I'm taking advantage." I mutter as he looked at me.

"You're not! Please."

"Mark this is wrong--" he pulled off the shirt he was wearing showing the bralette he was wearing underneath.

I moaned and her pressed into me.

"Please I want you~" he moans

"and no one needs to know..I promise" he said his voice breathy as he looked up at me with lidded eyes as his hand slowly rubbed down to my shorts.

I groaned and thrust into his small delicate hand

He shuddered as he pushed his hand past my boxers and wrapped his hand around me.

"I'll tell you a secret sir.." he muttered as he slowly began to stroke me. "I'm not wearing any underwear..~"

I groaned and slipped my hand in his shorts and feel a very large cock in my hands

He let out this..well adorable moan as he gripped onto me. Like this was a new experience.

"Is this your first time~" I tease

However his face went red as he looked away. "Is..it that obvious..?"

I smirked and kissed him again I was his first~

I grip onto him as I let my hands run down his body as his hand went to move away from my cock as he grabbed onto me.

"Can..can I see it..?" he asked

"Of course you can baby~" I sayI held him get onto his knees as he looked up at me. I always imagined him to be a little sex crazed, but he really was as he pulled my shorts down with my boxers as he stared at it.

"I-it's really big.." he said looking up at me as he wrapped his small hand around it.

I moaned as he began to work my cock. It was clumsy but god it felt good.

He really had soft hands. "Can you fit it in your mouth baby girl?" I asked as I was letting go of whatever professionalism I was trying to hold. I was only fooling myself.

He looked up at me as he took the tip into his mouth only to make a face.

"Hey don't make that face, don't be a brat." I said as

He pulled away. "N-Not that..I just..I realized..how am I supposed to fit it all in?" He asked as I eased up and actually laughed.

"You don't got to put the whole fucking thing in- just put as much as you can in that little mouth of yours." I said as he went back down on me as I groan. "Jesus fucking Christ-you've got one hell of mouth of yours works fucking wonders." I groan out.

He blushed and started to bob his head.

"Yeah! Use your fucking sexy mouth on my fucking cock you slutty little baby~ so good for daddy~ so damn good~"

He let out a moan as he shuddered as a wet spot appeared on his shorts as he gripped my thighs, his nails lightly digging into my thighs as he thrust a little to get friction on his own cock. Little cock hungry slut~

"Yeah you like daddy's huge fucking cock you naughty cock hungry little slut~" I purr

He moaned again in response as he tried to take more of me but was unable to as he kept trying as I hear a knock on my door as I stop.

"Shit-- under the desk." I said as he scrambled under as the principal came in.

"Sorry for dropping by with no notice. I just wanted to check if you are available still For the track and field."

"Yeah I should--shit!" I cried out when I felt his mouth on my cock.

"What?"

"I-I just remembered- I have a meeting at 7 pm that day?" I said.

"Oh it's ending at 6 pm. You'll be okay." She said as she smiled and left, closing the door.

I looked at her as she looked up at me and smirked around my cock the little minx!

I grab onto her hair. "You want to be a little brat huh?" I asked as she simply smirked more moaning at the grip I had on her. "Then I'll just fuck that naughty mouth of yours until you behave." I said as I grab her head and force her to deep throat me as she gagged around me but I held her head in place With my hand. Smirking as she let out a whimper as she began to drool.

"Not so much a brat now?" I say and began to fuck her sissy girl throat

She gagged a bit as she gripped onto my knees but slowly gained a rhythm.

"That's right, fucking take your teachers fat cock down your throat!"

She moaned as she stroked what wasn't in her mouth. I smirked and soon came thrusting all the way in and cumming straight down her throat. She swallowed all my seed like a good little slut~"now.." I said as she perked up, looking at me excited. "because of that little...stunt- you're going to have to leave to get to class on time." I said as her Smile faded.

"Wait-n-no come on-- you can't D-Do that. P-Please. Please daddy."

"No no, but if you are good I will see you after class~" I say and she nodded and tucked her cock.

Oh baby she was mine~

(End flash back)

That was our first time together~ but we did so much more~

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter done, I hope that you all enjoyed and stay sexy all my friends!]

[Also this is the 100 post to this!]