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boogiewrites · 7 years ago

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Some legs are meant to be broken. Ch. 3

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader

Word Count: 6200+

Summary: After your tri-weekly visits with the Chief become something you look forward to, what’s going to happen after he doesn’t need you to take care of him anymore? Your original plans for the last evening you were supposed to spend with Hopper get changed. But you have a feeling his idea might be better, in the end.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Warnings: The fluff makes it’s transformation into smut. There’s flirting, drinking, eating, cursing, smoking, mentions of injury, dancing, sex and dirty talk.

A/N: This started as a one shot fluff piece, but look what ya’ll have made me do. This was a request and seeing as I would die for Andy Dwyer, I couldn’t pass up on this one. This is my interpretation.

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The original request: Would you ever do a cute/funny fix with Hopper where he somehow breaks both of his legs, they’re in stupid looking casts and he’s in a wheelchair like Andy in Parks and Recreation? 😂

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"Y/N!" you hear Flo call after you as she sees you hurry past her desk towards the door. It was your last Friday with the Chief. You were a bit of a mess about it on the inside. You were sad to see it go but anxious to see him.

"Yeah?" you back peddle to her desk. She looks you over thoughtfully. "You stopping anywhere before you head over to the Chief's?" she asks, pen drumming against an open file. "I was gonna go home and freshen up, probably run by the store on the way over there. Why?" "He called, said you shouldn't bother bringing dinner tonight." she smirked at you. You just looked at her confused. You always made him something. It was one of your favorite parts about going over there. "Uh...okay?" you say, scratching your head. You shake your head and shrug, "He say anything else weird?" you ask, only slightly joking. "No, but is there anything you'd like to tell me, sweetheart?" she asks, her tone heavy with implications. "I'm very good at keeping secrets," she promises with a smile. You tilt your head at her, your furrowed brow made her think that maybe you didn't realize what was going on. "About you and the Chief." she just puts it out there into the world. Your eyes go wider than you would've liked them to, but besides that you kept calm. "Not really, no?" you shake your head. She patiently waits. You step closer to her desk and look around the office and down the hall for eavesdropping ears. "But he did tell me he'd take me out dancing once he got better and it's thrown me way off my game." you whisper to her. She nods silently. "So a date?" she asks obviously. "Psh!" you start to deny her statement but she watches the thought process fall over your face as you also consider this as an option. "Oh shit." you whisper, "Oh no, did he ask me out on a date?" you harshly whisper again. "I just thought he was being nice." you squeak. "Jim Hopper is not known to be nice without motive, dear." she grins at you. You give in and lean your elbows on the counter in front of her. "He never said date," you explain. "I said I was taking swing dance lessons and that I missed going out dancing and he offered to take me." you pause, chewing on your bottom lip, "He said it was the least he could do after everything I did to take care of him." Flo continues to listen, nodding. "What does this have to do with me bringing him dinner?" it hits you and you put your face in your hands. "Flo..." you start to ask, your voice embarrassed. "Mmm Hmm." she encourages you. "He's taking me out tonight isn't he?" you peek through your fingers at her. She nods. "Jesus, it's a date isn't it?" you groan out under your breath. Flo crosses her arms and laughs. "He's not well enough to go dancing though." you exclaim with your hands. "Isn't he?" she asks, tilting her head. "What the hell does that mean Flo?" you say agitated, everything hitting you at once. "Isn't it possible, IN THEORY, that he might've been hiding how his progress was going so he could surprise you tonight? What was supposed to be your last night together? Are you following me girl?" her eyebrows raised, giving you attitude by looking at your over her glasses. "Yes ma'am," you say, your head in your hands on the counter. "And you're the one taking him to his PT sessions..." you say looking up at her again. She nods. "You're starting to get it," she says, looking back down to her paperwork. "But you didn't hear it from me. He'd be mad as hell if he knew I let it slip so," she uses an imaginary lock to shut her lips and tosses the key away. "Yeah I get it." you sigh and stand back up straight. "Guess I'll go get ready for a..." you pause and exhale heavily as you face the door. "date." you turn back to Flo as your hand pushes against the glass of the station's double doors. "Thanks, by the way." "Wear shoes you can dance in is my advice." she pauses until you start to open the door again. "He's been so much easier to deal with since you two have been hanging out together, sweetheart. You have absolutely nothing to be nervous about, believe me," she glances over her glasses again at you before you make the final shove to leave. "So thank you." You blush and give her a shy grin before heading straight home to have a panic attack. ----------------------------------------------------------- He opens the door as you raise your hand to knock, it still caught you off guard when he did that. You jump just slightly, already tense despite all the stretching you did before you left the house. You look up at him, still getting used to how he towered over you again. "Hey Hop." you say sweetly, dropping your hand back down to intertwine with the other at your waist. "Hey sweetheart" his voice reminds you of the bourbon you drank that first night together. It was warm and deliciously smooth, making you tingle and want to make bad decisions. You want to melt into a puddle, but instead, you decided to just smile at him. "You're all dressed up." you say, trying to sell the idea that you didn't know what was going on. You hoped he bought it. "I thought I might mix it up a bit tonight. If that's alright with you." he gives the most charming smile that made you want to swoon. He was laying it on thick tonight and you were so here for it. "Sure, what's up?" you scan him from his feet to his face, you were very familiar with how good he looked in his uniform but this v neck sweater had to be your favorite thing you'd seen him in so far. "Well, it's a little embarrassing," he rubs the back of his neck and you get a good view of just how broad he is and your knees want to knock together from weakness. "I think I might've overlooked a minor detail when I promised you I'd go dancing," you give him your best confused puppy look and he continues, "I remembered that you said for something to count as a date, someone had to specifically ask the other person out," he pauses to gauge your reaction, you nod in calm agreement, "And I'm afraid I didn't do that properly when I said I'd go dancing with you." you gulp even though you know what's coming. "So, Y/N, I'd like to ask you if you'd like to go out on a date with me tonight to go dancing." you can almost see him be unsure, a small crack in his armor of charm. "It's a little short notice, don't ya think, Jim?" you scrunch your nose and giggle, swatting his chest with your hand flirtatiously. "I'd love to go out with you." He smirks at your acceptance and moves towards you, pulling the door shut behind him. "I don't want to waste any more time, I've got a beautiful woman to impress tonight." he teases, reaching out for your hand as he waits at the top steps for you. You roll your eyes but the smile on your face gives you away, you take his hand and you get that knock-kneed feeling again. He opens the door to his Blazer for you, holding your hand until you're completely seated. You let out a little squeak of excitement while he looks down at his keys on the way over to his side of the vehicle. You had to, you felt like a teenager, just wanting to explode over every possibility the night could bring. ------------------------------------------------------ "I thought it was a little strange you didn't want me to cook you dinner." you side eye him as he slides into the booth across from you. His warm laugh is low and rumbles through you like the vibrations of the music over the speakers. "Especially since I thought this might be the last night I got to." you look away and out into the bar. "I was going to miss it." you give him a small, sly smile as your eyes reconnect with his. "This won't be as good as what you'd make but I hoped I could make up for the difference." His flirting was out in full force now. Neither of you had anything to hide anymore, nothing to hold either of you back. Now you were just two adults who knew they liked each other. Which was scarier but opened up MANY more options to be explored and you wanted to check every one of them off the list. You ate, you drank, the conversation came easy between the two of you when you were alone. But now it was time for him to put his money where his mouth was. "You've been talking a big game," you pause as his eyes, now dark with his true intentions look over you as you speak, "you ready to show me what ya got?" you throw back the last of the liquid in your glass, sliding it away from you on the table. That smug sexiness you loved radiated off of him as he set his glass on the table and wordlessly got up and extended his hand. "Are you ready?" he challenges. You're so glad to be on the receiving end of his charm. "For you? Always." you say enthusiastically, letting him pull you from your seat to the floor. You try to feel the beat of the music as you make your way out, bopping your head. You were fairly certain a Stray Cats song was playing. "Guess we need to feel each other out first..." you say, biting your lip, trying to focus. "Oh I'm very familiar with this part, sweetheart." he purrs, grabbing your hand and yanking you against him. Your nose almost hits his chest, your hand flat against him you let out a tiny 'oof' as you catch yourself. "Apparently so." you say softly with surprise as you look up at him. You try to loosen up, push back at him, make this night more interesting. His arm sliding across your lower back and holding you tightly pulls you out of your self-psyche up and back to Hopper. You correct your posture and hold the hand formerly occupying his chest out for him to envelop with his own. You take a deep breath and you start to sway. It all moves quickly with the beat from there. You start to bop, he matches your pace. His arm swings you out and you twist back in just as easily. Your hands meet, your hips swivel and you're both moving in time with the other. You lose count of the hip gyrations and spins at some point. It all blurs together in one big adrenaline rush as you read each other's bodies so well you've lost the feeling of any awkwardness. Even as your ass presses up against his hips, moving in synced circles. He spins you into his chest, holding you there. "Wanna try sliding through my legs?" he asks. Your eyes go wide. "Really?" you ask, your face screwing up in excitement as you both continue to swing. "I'm game if you are." he says with confidence. You don't even second guess it in the moment, you nod and bite your lip. He takes a deep breath and you separate. You make a few circles around each other, your head wobbles back and forth, your hair spins out around you, whipping into your face as your eyes meet again, ready to attempt this trick, but you had no doubt he'd perform as advertised. You were now held together by one hand. You sink down, he swings his leg over your extended arm. You reach your other hand to grab both of his own and you slide right between his long legs, spinning and popping up in front of him, both hands tightly gripped in his. You can't hold it in, you let out an excited shout, you head falling back in laughter, before grabbing his hands tightly back. "Holy shit you're strong!" you say as he spins you back into him again. You lay your forehead against his chest and you want to collapse with laughter, riding out your endorphin high. Your hand rests on his rapidly rising and falling chest, more comfortable than it had the first time. "And you're adorable when you're surprised." he can't help but laugh with you as your body shook against his. You feel his hands let yours go, but they quickly go to your waist as your arms instinctually brace against his, he starts to lift you, "C'mon." he laughs, motioning his head away from the dance floor. He picks you up and spins, his long legs taking you far enough away from the busy floor quicker than you could have. You're still a heaving mess of laughter as you slide into the booth again. You run your fingers through your hair, elbow resting on the table. You both sit and catch your breath. You sip on the water you had left on the table. "If I didn't already know that you had broken legs a few months ago, and you told me now, I'd say you were a fuckin' liar." you praise his performance. "Thanks." he huffs out, stealing some of your water. You sit back in the booth, slouching your shoulders as you started to relax again. "I'm more tired now than I am after an entire dance class," you slide the water back across to you, taking a drink. "That was much more effective," you chuckle. "And a lot more fun." you add, your mouth turning up with a lazy smile as your eyes went back to working their way across Jim's upper body. You rest your chin in one hand, the other rests on the table top, slightly extended, you trace circles with your fingertips across its surface. "You won't hold it against me if I only give you one dance this time, will ya?" he asks, rubbing his beard. I'd like to hold you against me, you think to yourself. "I promise I'll throw you all over this place next time." he laughs, reaching out and holding your hand. Your heart flutters, your stomach flips. "You know you don't even have to ask that." you roll your eyes, flipping your hair away from your face with your free hand. "I know. Doesn't mean it's going to stop me though." he shrugs his broad shoulders. "I'd say that mentality got your legs broken in the first place." you tease. He laughs and bites his lip at you as if he was in deep thought. "And I'd do it again if it meant I'd end up with you." his voice was back to that golden amber bourbon smoothness that made your body want to react without consulting your brain first, which was precisely what it was about to do. "Jim?" you draw his name out slowly, as your face and chest flush, your lips pout a little more than they have to after you take your time wetting them. "What is it, baby?" he purrs at you, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand. You almost visibly react to him calling you baby. Your eyes drift to your hands, then slowly back up, through your thick lashes over to his now dark and hungry gaze. "You wanna get out of here?" you boldly ask, your tone was not subtle. Your brain doesn't know what to do. Your normal reluctant self is screaming, your hormones are cheering and your inhibitions just jumped out out the window. He visibly reacts to your words, it's like you'd flipped a switch and his face shifts into the sexiest expression you've possibly ever seen. He brings your hand up to his mouth, his lips softly and slowly compressing and moving against your skin. "You know you don't even have to ask that." he smirks, kissing the inside of your wrist just as thrillingly slow. He was too good at using your words against you. You both moved quickly to the Blazer. You dare to scoot closer to him in the long seat, crossing your legs towards him, you rest your head on his shoulder, his hand rests on your thigh. You wouldn't even make an excuse about it being cold and needing to be warmed up if he wanted to make any snarky remarks, you'd probably just move his hand higher up your thigh. ------------------------------ You set your purse on the chair near the door, taking off your coat and tossing it on top, you begin to turn towards him and before you can his hands are on your hips, pushing you against the counter. You're surprised but more than willing to work with this. Before you even speak he picks you up at the waist and sits you on the countertop, your faces are basically level with each other. You let out a small noise of surprise and he smiles at you, almost sweetly. "You make the sexiest little noises," he whispers as he leans in closer to you. Your heavy-lidded eyes and the way you slowly let your lip pop out from under your teeth after biting down on it is something he'd also describe as sexy. "I hope you don't mind if we just stop with the cutesy shit and I finally get to know what you taste like." he says low, heavy and masculine. You might've fallen if he hadn't sat you down already. One of his hands had already found it's way up to the side of your face, he traced his thumb over your bottom lip, watching it as he spoke. You saw no hesitation in his eyes and you decided to follow his lead. You open your mouth, shaking your head. "I don't mind," you pause for just a moment, licking your lips, your tongue grazing over his thumb, "In fact, I insist." a low, slow distinctly feminine laugh rises from deep in your chest. You only hear his low growl for a moment before he crashes his mouth against yours. Your eyes flutter shut, your breath catches as you're hit with a feeling that you could only think to describe as being submerged in warm honey. Both hands held your face as he kissed you hard and slow. You melted against him, tiny moans escaping you as he pressed into you. His tongue made its way into play, and your arms couldn't stand to not be around him any longer. You make more of those sexy little noises, bringing your hands up to his forearms. You glide your hands over his, you move his hands down to your ass and run your hands up his arms and around his neck. Your fingers snake through his hair as he groans into your mouth, you smile against his lips as his big hands roughly handle your soft flesh. One of his hands moves up your back pulling your bodies tightly together. But you both want more. You pull your face and tight grip away from him to speak and he just moves his mouth across your jaw and your drop your head to the side to give him whatever he wants. "Are we gonna make it to your bed or do you plan on fucking me on this countertop?" you say breathlessly. "Y/N," he groans, both of his hands moving up your thighs, running under the loose bottom of your dress. "How can you be so sweet," he says between kisses on your throat, "and still have words like that come from your gorgeous mouth?" you let out another low laugh that only bubbled up inside you when you were being touched like this. He pulls back and his hands dig into your hips. "Put your arms back around me, sweetheart," he says softly before returning to kissing you. His hands slide under your thighs and he carries you to his bedroom. You let out an unsure sound and he chuckles at you, lips still moving against yours. "I got you baby." he reassures you as he shuts the door behind him with his foot. Your back hits the bed, and he's on top of you in an instant. His hands are up your dress immediately. You whine against him, pulling his sweater up and off of him. You quickly reconnect and his hands work your dress up, slowly. He kneads your body as he pushes it up, kissing and sucking on your neck. You silently part again, you remove your dress from over your head, your shoes are kicked off easily. You see how disproportionately naked you are compared to him. "Take off everything." you almost snarl at him, he bites his lip at you and does as you ask while you also take off everything. You wanted every bit of flesh up against his. He leaned over you for a few seconds, watching you underneath him, your chest heaving, reaching for him with your lips parted, pouting. He's back on you with his blistering hot skin, your fingertips mapping out every inch of him they could. It doesn't take him long to bury his face between your breasts, pushing them together with his big hands. He lets out a loud groan into your sternum. "You're so fuckin' soft." he whispers, his mouth and tongue are almost massaging you he's pressing himself against you so hard. He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and you let out the first loud moan of the night. The first of many but that doesn't stop his eyes from rolling back in his head at the sound. He needed to hear you make those sounds, he wanted to work every moan, groan, gasp and cry out of you he could. "Fuck, baby." he shakes his head, mouth open against your now hard nipple. He sucks hard on the sensitive bud, you gasp and groan as he continues, his other hand mirrors the actions of his mouth on your other breast. He knows he's making progress when your back arches and you whine as he sucks and pinches your tits. "Fuck," you moan out in a heavy breath. You knew you had to be embarrassingly wet already, his hands hadn't even grazed over your most sensitive parts. He leaves his mouth on you, his tongue swirling and flicking, building the heat between your thighs. His hand moves down your stomach, past your shifting hips. His hands passing where you longed them to go, instead deflecting to grab at your inner thighs. "I need you, just touch me." you confide as he rises to kiss you. His eyes shut and he groans again, his fingers immediately obey your orders and slide between your lips and across your clit. You whimper quietly, his mouth distracting you by kissing you deeply again. "A sweet thing like you shouldn't be this wet already." he says low and taunting against your ear. You groan at his words. "You'd think you'd figure out by now that I'm not all that sweet." you say through gritted teeth, his fingers working in circles around your clit. You pull away from his mouth, making sure you look into his eyes as you speak. "There's nothing sweet about how badly I want your cock." He let out a low hum of approval. "You're so fuckin' sexy." he pants out as his hand yanks away from your core, hooking around your hip and smacking against your ass, grabbing your cheek roughly. He presses his hips against yours, you can feel that at least you and his cock were on the same page. "You keep talkin' like that and I'll give you whatever you want." he says breathlessly. "That's the idea, Chief." you say, smirking as he smacks your ass hard again, and you let out an encouraging squeal. Shaking his head against your neck, his hand returns to your pussy lips, just circling your clit enough before he slips one finger inside you. "Yes," you hiss out. He moves it slowly in and out of you. "More." you moan, his mouth is on yours again, with more teeth and urgency than before. He takes your lip between his teeth and tugs. "Anything you want, baby girl." he was drunk off of you. Drinking you in with his mouth, taking in your intoxicating words that he never expected to hear from your sweet, kind, made for wrapping around his cock, lips. He goes in with two fingers, you moan against him again, your breaths sounded more high pitched now, he knew he was on the right track. He pumps slow, steady but deep, giving you the contact and pressure you so desperately craved. "Mmm, like that, that's so good." you whimper against him, your mouth parted and practically panting. "Is that how you want me to fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear, his breathing directly against it. You almost cry out at his words, tensing around his fingers. "You want me to fuck you nice and slow? You want me deep inside you like this?" he licks at the shell of your ear. Pushing his fingers in as far as he could. Your lips tremble and your eyes roll back in your head and you push your head back into the bed. "Yes." you cry breathlessly. You turn your head towards him, needing to kiss him more. You both moan and breathe heavily against each other. "I need you, Jim, please." you reach down and find him throbbing hard for you. You snarl your lip at him, impossibly turned on. You turn your head and open your mouth, sticking out our tongue and exaggerate the licking of your palm, making it wet and returning it to start jerking him off. His hips push into the motions of your hand almost on contact. You smirk, not finding the wetness to your liking, you hold his gaze and spit into your hand, you hold him tight and pump him faster. "Fuck, that's hot." he growls, kissing you hard, fucking you with his fingers faster. You can't help that your mouth drops open, gasping, you try to keep your hand around him but he's pumping into you so hard you're tits are bouncing against his chest. Your hands go to his big shoulders, holding him tight. "Tell me what you need baby. I want to hear that sweet mouth say those filthy words." you can't help but smile, you were enjoying yourself too much. "I need your cock," you take a heavy breath, pacing your demands like you were reading them from a list. "I need you to fuck me," you whine from his fingers still relentless. "...and I need to come around that big cock." he curses and groans, biting into your neck. "Give your baby girl what she wants." you rasp out as his teeth make contact with your skin. "Anything you want, baby, anything." the words come out sounding more like a confession than dirty talk. He guides the head of his cock against your clit, coating himself in your wetness, your thighs tremble. He fills you up slowly. Your eyes close as they roll back again, you felt like he would burst you at the seams but you wanted nothing less than exactly that. He stills at your quietness. You were trying to relax so you could stretch around him. He stays still inside you, kissing your throat tenderly now, his arms rest on either side of your head, when you raise your head from it's tilted position he lays his forehead against yours. The closeness, the intimacy you felt and saw in how he looked at you sent a shiver through you. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispers. "You're so tight." "You feel so good, baby, move." you kiss him tenderly, "I want all of you, give it to me." you say softly. He kisses you, slowly. It was like he could make the air around you still and all you could remember that existed was the two of you together. He moved so slow, so carefully. He would let out a small, closed mouth moan every time he would drag himself out of you and fill you up again. It was deliberate and intense. You don't know what you expected from Jim but this hadn't been it. He fucked you like he might break you, his fingers eventually finding their way to your clit and the sound that escapes your mouth even surprises you. "Harder." you plead, the wet sounds your bodies made were the only ones you focus on. He gives you what you want, still slow, but sharper and deeper. You were moaning together helplessly with every thrust. The cries and curses that escaped you as your orgasm built were like music to his ears. You raise your hands to grip in his hair as you kissed him deeply, as slowly as he was fucking you, it was too much, you were so close. You fluttered around him and he groaned loudly, biting down on your bottom lip. "You feel so good," he whispers, his forehead against yours again. "You gonna come for me?" he kisses you softly. You tremble and whine, tensing around him again. You nod almost frantically. "So close," you whisper back to him. "Don't stop, you feel so fucking good," you say rushed but enthusiastically. He grins at you, he can't help it, you're more than he ever expected. You flutter around him again, this time a warning. "I'm gonna come." you say in a pathetic, small cry. You feel it building, threatening to crash at any moment. "That's it, baby, I'm gonna make you come around this big cock just like you wanted." his words break your stream of consciousness as you orgasm peaks with very loud moans. It crashes over you as his arms hold you tight, feeling every twitch and pulse your body made around him. "That's my girl, yes, yes." he groans, his hips faltering. His hands are in your hair, holding your face, you gaze at him while your body is helplessly wracked with wave after wave of pleasure. Your hand trembles on the side of his face, as you gasp against him. He turns his face to kiss your hand to still it. He lets out a rough, loud moan. "You gonna come for me, now?" you whisper, voice raspy and still full of lust. He grits his teeth and nods. "Fuck me faster," you demand, he does not hesitate. "Fill me up. I want all of you." You crash your lips against his. He harshly kisses you back. His grip on you is bruising. Your own shouts are drowned out by his. His hand slamming down on your hip and holding you as he roughly fucked his way through his orgasm. His moans grew high pitched the more he came down. He eventually slowed, opening his eyes again, looking down at you. Both your pupils were still blown, your lips were swollen and sore but that didn't stop you from kissing him. You laid under him, panting, your hand gently rests on the side of his face, he leans into your touch, the sounds of a completely satisfied and exhausted man linger for a few moments more. You think you might want to stay in this moment forever. Your heart slows, your bodies lose their tension and he brings his weight onto just one arm, resting his head on your chest. You look down at him, smitten. He places small chaste kisses on your skin. You sigh against his displays of affection. Would it be too much to ask for him to be a cuddler too? Not that you were in a hurry to get him out or off of you. The weight was comforting. You run your fingers through his hair as he lays small kisses on your chest, with no particular pattern or motive. He eventually stirs and looks up at you for a few weighted moments, his eyes taking in the sight of you in his bed, freshly fucked. "Do you know how gorgeous you are?" he asks, eyes not meeting yours but drifting across the rest of you. His hand pushes your hair away from your face. You just smile and bite your lip at him. "Do you know how handsome you are?" you respond. You just let out a soft laugh and he kisses you gently before he pulls out of you, collapsing on the bed next to you. Before you can hide it, a strong yawn takes hold of you and you shake involuntarily with it. You sit up on your elbows, testing your legs before you sit up on the edge of the bed. You feel Jim's hand on your back, you can feel his calloused skin drag across yours. "You don't have to go unless you want to." he says quietly. Almost as if he was afraid of your response. You turn halfway towards him on the bed. "I just need to pee." you giggle. Your hand reaches out and pats his stomach. His face looks relieved and he rolls on his back, his forearm over his eyes. "You go do that and I'll fix the bed." You make the short walk out of the room to the bathroom. You give yourself a good, hard look in the mirror. You look like the most sexually satisfied woman on earth. Your hair should be the definition of sex hair, your posture relaxed, a smile that couldn't be erased on your face. You pee and clean up, running the brush on his counter through your hair and rubbing your eye makeup away. There wasn't a trace of lipstick left to be seen so you didn't have to worry about that. You lean against the door frame of his room to watch him, he's back in bed, a lit cigarette bouncing off his lip. The bed was turned down, he even had a pillow just for you. He greedily watches you walk naked across the room and crawl into bed next to him. You pull the covers up, not caring if you covered yourself completely, you were past that now. "Can I have one?" you motion to the cylinder between his lips. "You smoke?" he says surprised, his words muffled by the cylinder he held in his talented mouth. "Sometimes." you nod, grinning at him. "I've never seen you smoke." he exclaims, holding the open pack to you, you take the lighter off his lap, you mirror his posture by sitting up against the headboard. "You'd never seen me come before tonight either, but that doesn't mean I've not done it before." you tease. You remove the cigarette and stick out your tongue. "Oh damn, these do not fuck around do they?" you say at the cigarette. He laughs and nods. "No, they do not. They're...pretty harsh, no peer pressure." he chuckles, resting his arm around you, you nestle in under it. You continue small puffs, your favorite part of smoking was always watching the smoke undulate around you anyway. "You look really sexy right now with that, not gonna lie." You hold the cigarette between your fingers, exhaling a cloud of smoke and winking at him. He pulls you closer and kisses the top of your head. You lean over him, putting the cigarette in the ashtray on his nightstand. You quickly snuggle up to him, face on his chest. "So it's alright if I stay the night?" you ask, your eyelids start to feel heavy. "You shouldn't have to ask that," he grins and you smirk, your eyelashes flutter against his skin. He found himself wanting to gush over you, this vixen hiding in plain sight, somehow going unnoticed for years by him. You plant a small kiss on his chest before you lay your head down again. "We've been so close to each other this whole time. How did we not...click before?" he shakes his head. "It took breaking both my fuckin' legs to notice." he exhales his last drag and his cigarette joins yours in the ashtray. "That's sweet in a fucked up, serendipitous sorta way." you mumble. "I guess your legs were just meant to be broken."

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hornsbeforehalos · 7 years ago

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Way Better Than ‘Triple A’

Pairing: JDM x OFC x Norman Reedus Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Language, Drinking. Request: Hi! First off, thanks for hosting the contest. ^_^ I was wondering if you could do a smutty smut threeway with JDM and Norman. I was not aware I needed that in my life until I was reading the prize choices. XD A/N: For my 400 follower contest winner, @keepcalmimthecupcake

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“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” Kate cried as the skies opened up and rain tumbled down upon her. She threw the tire iron she’d been fighting the lug-nut with to the concrete, the loud clang of the metal echoed by a sudden clap of thunder. “Fuck my fuckin’ life, dude.”

She stood up and grasped the tire iron again, tossing it in her trunk and huffing as a black pickup truck appeared down the road and slowed as it approached. She just about shit herself when she saw who was rolling down the window.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan, the man of all her wettest of dreams, beamed at her with a broad smile. It took her only a second longer to see Norman Reedus on the other side of him craning his neck to see her.

“Fuck my fucking life.” She mumbled to herself as she walked up to the window, Jeffrey squinting to see her past the rain.

“Car trouble?” He asked, nodding his head towards her car.

She nodded her head in response, unable to adequately make any words come out besides, “Flat tire.”

He nodded again and gestured with his hand, “Get in, there’s a bar up the road, we can call Triple A.”

The passenger side door opened as she rounded the front of the truck, Norman stepping out into the downpour so she could climb into the warm cab. Once she was perched in the middle seat, Norman jumped back in and sandwiched her between them.

“So what’s your name, darlin’?” Jeffrey drawled as he put the transmission into gear.

“Kate,” She replied, her voice shaking from both the cold and her nerves, “I appreciate your help Mr. Morgan.”

Jeffrey let a wolfish grin slide across his face as he licked the front of this top teeth, “Please, call me Jeff. I guess you know who this chucklefuck is too, huh?”

Norman snorted a “Fuck you,” in Jeffrey’s direction, causing her to giggle and nod her head, “Yes, sir.”

“Take it your a fan?” Jeffrey rasped as his eyes flicked to her chest, smirking at the soaked shirt she was wearing.

Kate quickly looked to where his eyes were and choked out a laugh, her face blushing as she crossed her arms to cover the lettering on her chest, “Something like that.”

“Sounds promising,” Norman rasped, his voice low and gritty and how she always had imagined it being in person. She turned her head to find him leaning against the door of the truck, elbow resting on the windowsill as his fingertips played with the wiry hairs on his chin. His eyes were small slits as he gazed at her lazily, but she could feel the heat coming from him as he observed her.

Jeffrey chuckled as they finally pulled into the Bar and Grill, the rumble of his engine cutting off as he pulled out the key. They ran inside as fast as they could, Kate still trying to preserve what little dryness she had left. They found a spot at the bar, Kate sitting on the stool between the two men as the bartender approached.

“What’ll it be, fellas?” The tender asked casually, obviously used to seeing the men around the town where they worked and lived, “Whiskey?”

“Yeah,” The two of them replied back simultaneously, Jeffrey scrubbing his beard as he looked over to Kate, “You want anything, Sweetheart?”

“Uh, I’ll just have a Corona, thanks,” She answered, smiling at the bartender, who nodded his head. She pulled out her phone and opened her google search to find the local Triple A, bringign the phone to her ear to make the call as her beer was sat infront of her.

Ten minutes and a lot of pleading later, Kate slammed her phone on the bar top before chugging the rest of her beer, earning her raised eyebrows from the men on either side of her.

“Bad news?” Norman grunted as he raised his own glass to his lips, a small teasing smile playing on his face.

“Says the storm is too strong to get anything done right now, they’d have to come tomorrow. What kinda shit is that?” She complained with her arms crossed and brow furrowed, shaking her head, “I pay for that shit, ya know?”

Jeffrey chuckled a bit but nodded his head, his fingers finding his mouth as he stroked his beard and looked at Norman over the top of her head, a particular gleam in his eye that made Norman smirk.

The bartender came around a couple more times as the three chatted, one of the other patrons buying them a round of shots that got everyone feeling a little bit on the toasty side. Jeffrey was balancing on the fine line of being able to drive still or not, so he deemed it a good time for them to take their leave, “There any place we can drop you off, doll?”

Kate shook her head, picking up her phone again as she stood up, “There any decent hotels near by I guess? I don’t live around here.”

“Not any that you’d be safe at, prolly,” Norman responded with a smirk, giving Jeffrey another look, “Why don’t you just come back home with us, and we’ll help you with your tire in the morning?”

Gulping at the prospect of what that mean, Kate looked between the two men and asked, “Isn’t that kinda dangerous? I could be some creepy serial killer or something.”

Both men barked out laughs as Jeff threw his arm over her shoulder, “Are you some creepy serial killer, kitten?”

“Well no,” She started as he began to lead her towards the front door, “Do you two always take strange women home?”

“Only when we find them stranded on the side of the road, babe.” Norman replied, holding the door open for them, “Jeff likes to be a savior, ya know.”

The drive to the small area of homes where Jeff and Norman resided didn’t take very long, but was filled with high-strung tension that could be cut with a knife. Electricity was soaring through Kates bloodstream as she sat squished between the two actors, her mind screaming at her that it was all a dream. They pulled up to gated drive in and Jeffrey punched in some numbers to get the entrace to open, putting the Truck in park once they’d gotten into the garage.

“Give me a minute and I’ll get you something dry to wear, doll,” Jeffrey drawled as he opened the door to the house, leading us into the kitchen where he placed his keys on the island, “Norm, you know where everything is, get our girl here something to drink.”

“On it,” Norman replied as he walked over to one of the cabinents and opened the door, “Do ya like whiskey, sweetheart?”

“Uh, sure,” She responded, looking around at the amazing house she was sure she was imagining standing in, only snapping back in reality when Norman handed her the short tumblr of amber liquid.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing her nerves making the glass tremble as she brought it to her lips. She swallowed and winced at the burn, opening her mouth to answer as Jeff reappeared with a towel and a handful of clothes.

“Well, you’re in luck. My neice was here last weekend and accidentally left some clothes that look about your size,” Jeffrey said as he handed her the pile after she sat her glass down.

She stood there for a moment, looking around sheepishly before asking, “Uh, bathroom?”

“Oh! Of course, doll,” Jeffrey chuckled, stepping to the side so he could show her the way, “Down the hallway and to your left.”

She changed quickly, delighted to find that the shorts and shirt Jeffrey had lent her not only fit her correctly but that the shorts were short enough to show off the exquisite curve of her ass. She towel dried her hair and wiped the smudged eyeliner off her face the best she could, pumping herself up in the mirror as she looked at herself.

‘Just go out there and live every fangirls fantasy, woman. Do it for the fandom.’

She exhaled deeply to calm her nerves before opening the door and finding her way back into the kitchen, where Jeff and Norman stood at the counter speaking in hushed tones. She cleared her throat to get their attention, both men’s eyes jumping directly to her.

“Damn, and I thought she looked good wet, Bubbah,” Jeffrey joked as he examined her, his eyes burning through her bloodstream as he stepped forward. Norman was leaned against the counter, holding his glass to his lips as his narrowed gaze ate her up again.

She giggled nervously in reply, picking her drink back up and finishing it to give herself more courage. Jeffrey was the first to approach her, his tall frame towering over her and blocking her view of the other actor. His hands went to her hips and he bit his lip, his hooded eyes trapping her in a lustful stare, “Why don’t we go to the living room and get a little bit more...comfortable.”

Both men were sure to let her know where their intentions lay as two sets of hands encased her once they’d plopped down on the large, over-stuffed leather sofa in the living room. She gasped as Norman’s teeth attached themselves to her shoulder from where he pressed his chest up against her back, Jeffrey wasting no time in pulling the tiny shorts she’d just put on off her thighs. Norman worked her shirt off of her as her head spun with anticipation, her hands fumbling with things like Jeff’s belt buckle and Norman’s leather vest.

“Holy fucking shit,” She panted as Jeff spun her around against his chest so she coudl watch Norman taking off his shirt, his wide, muscular shoulders rippling with the movement. His eyes were filled with a predatory darkness that made the woman’s breath get caught in her throat as he grasped her wrist and yanked her to him, their lips meeting in a kiss that he dominated mercilessly.

After a rustle of more clothing being removed, Jeffrey’s large palms smoothed across her rib cage to her breasts, groping the heavy mounds as he pressed his thick cock in between her ass cheeks. Her fingertips popped open the button on Norman’s last article of clothing, his jeans, and he shrugged them off his hips quickly, smirking at the gasp that left her mouth at the sight of his swollen dick in his hand.

“One or both, doll?” Jeffrey rasped into her neck as he licked the flesh, goosebumps pimpling her skin at the gritty tone of his voice. Her eyes closed as dizziness swirled in her brain again, her breathing already labored as she writhed between the two men.

“Both,” She gasped as Norman’s teeth sunk into the opposite side of her neck, his hands going to her hips as both men rutted into her from either side.

“Greedy girl,” Jeffrey grinned as Norman laid back on the couch, pulling her on top of him to straddle his thighs. He gripped his rock-hard cock again and slid it through her sopping folds as she hovered over him, her hands planted on his firm chest as Jeffrey’s spit-slicked fingers began working her other hole.

“Jesusfuckingchrist,” She bit out as she sunk down on him at the same time Jeffrey slid a second finger deep inside her, scizzoring them apart to stretch her faster. Both men groaned at the feeling of her quivering between them, her walls stretching and fluttering against Norman’s thick cock.

After a couple of adjustment pumps from the two of them, and a third finger added by Jeff, she was already wound so tight she was just waiting to explode. Norman bit his lip as he watched her rise and fall onto him, the friction from her tight, soaked pussy making him absolutely ravenous.

Jeffrey dissapeared momentarily in the direction of the bathroom, Norman taking full advantage of his absence to grind his hips into hers as deeply as he could, earning him a loud, keening wail from Kate as he hit the spot he’d been aiming for.

“Fuck, Bubbah, don’t let her finish before I’ve even started,” Jeffrey chided upon his return, joining them back on the couch as he dripped lube onto her ass from the bottle in his hand, “You ready for the fun part, babydoll?”

“Fuck, yes, please,” She panted as Norman continued to thrust slowly into her, smirk playing on his face as he watched her eyes roll to the back of her head at the feeling of the head of Jeffrey’s cock teasing her puckered hole. He slid into her slowly, giving her time to adjust as inch by inch of his cock joined Norman’s inside her, the feeling of being completly and utterly full ripping a sudden orgasm out of her that clenched both men in their place.

“Holy shit,” Jeffrey rasped as he stilled, his hips flush with her ass as he filled her completely, his head thrown back as he tried to control himself from pummeling her immediately.

She buried her face in Norman’s neck, her hands gripping his biceps and fingers digging into his skin as the painful pleasure still coursed its way through her veins. Jeffrey ran his own hands down the beautiful space that was her back as she came down, sharing a confident smirk with Norman as they waited for her to be ready to continue.

She gave him the greenlight when she began to move her hips again, the motion clumsy at first as the three of them found the right rythm. Norman’s fingernails bit into her thighs harshly and he ground his teeth and growled, the muscles of his jaw straining as he fucked up into her.

Jeffrey’s huge hand wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her up towards him. His other hand grasped at her breast again, kneading and flicking her nipples as he hummed lowly in her ear.

“Play with her pussy, Norm,” Jeffrey instucted as he kissed her mouth hungrily, his eyes boring into hers as pulled away to rasp, “Cum for Daddy, sweetheart.”

The scratch of his whiskers against her face and the words from his mouth accompanying the pinch of her nipple and the feeling of Norman following Jeffrey’s order as he groped her other tit pushed her over the edge again. She came with a feral scream that was quickly muffled by Jeff’s hand, her body seizing and tightening as both men picked up their pace.

“That’s it, girl, take it.” Norman snarled, the almost painful tightness both men were dragging their dicks through pulling animalistic roars from them as they brutally thrust into her limp and pliable body.

“Oh my god,” She moaned softly as her head rest against Jeffrey’s shoulder as he rubbed his face against her throat, peppering her with kisses.

She felt Jeffrey swell inside her as he growled again, his hips beginning to stutter, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,”

“Pill?” Norman asked, his voice gruff and gritty again, making Kates eyes roll to the back of her head as he twisted at her nipple again.

She nodded her response just as Jeffrey plunged into her one last time, as deep as he could go, filling her ass with his hot release. He grunted in time with Norman’s thrusts as he stayed buried inside her, his teeth sinking into her already bruised shoulder.

“Gonna come again, huh?” Norman goaded as he felt her walls clench again while he continued to impale her. All Kate could reply with was another mewl as pinpricks of pleasure scorched her.

“Fuck yeah, bitch, take it,” He hissed as he rose up, supporting himself with one hand planted in the cushion, the other winding her hair around his wrist and clutching her throat in his palm, cutting off her ability to breathe.

“Fuck, Norman,” Jeffrey grunted as she was forced further onto his still solid dick with every brutal thrust. His long arms wrapped around her and clutched onto Norman’s broad shoulders as he forced her down in time with Norman’s pumps, both men growling in unison as they fucked her.

“Holy shit,” Norman finally roared as he plunged into her a final time, spilling his thick seed within her as he ground his hips and released her throat. Kate gasped for breath as her body snapped again.

“Fuck,” Jeffrey snarled as he came again as well, his nails scratching down Norman’s arms as she wailed through yet another orgasm.

Jeffrey slipped out of her and fell back on his haunches, wiping his brow as they all calmed down, Kate falling safely back into Normans chest as he laid back on the couch, a satisfied smirk adorning his adorable face as he stroked her hair.

“Well, there you go, babydoll.” Jeffrey grunted with a sigh as he stood up from his spot on the concrete and wiped his hands, “Good as new.”

“Thanks, guys,” Kate replied, small smile on her face as she blushed, “I really appriciate it.”

“I bet you do,” Norman teased with a wink as he put the tools back into her trunk, slamming it closed.

“Shut up.” She huffed as he threw his arm around her shoulders to kiss her temple, her face growing even hotter, “You know what I mean.”

“If you happen to get another flat tire next time you come through, give us a call,” Jeffrey grinned as he held out a peice of paper between his index and middle fingers.

She bit her lip as she took it from him, stepping out of Norman’s arm and up on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek, “You know I will, you guys are way better than Triple A.”

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jodiereedus22 · 7 years ago

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Against The Odds

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: When a run goes horribly wrong, Daryl has to fight to save [Y/N] life.

A/N: Again a lot of love for @crossbowking !!!!!

Word Count: 1146

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Blood

Another day living in Alexandria. Life here has flourished for you and your group, there was harmony and peace.

Today was the day for a run, you had been planning it for the last few days. Rick and Daryl had been out the week before and found an old abandoned university but were unable to scout it out due to there being a schedule to keep. So now it was down to you and Daryl to see what that university had to offer.

You packed up the truck with all the supplies you could need. You weren’t sure how long you be, but it wouldn’t be more than a couple of days. But you always packed extra, just in case.

As you say your goodbyes to people and they said their good lucks, you and Daryl got into the truck and headed out.

You always liked these runs with Daryl, you been together since the end of the prison and with everything that had happened, being on the road so long, you hardly had any time alone with each other. Not that anything happened all those times but it's nice just to spend some one on one time with him.

The ride was quiet, which was a welcome change from Alexandria, it seemed back home there was always someone talking, never any peace, which was something you and Daryl always appreciated when you went on runs or hunting.

You arrive at the university and pull up the car. Looking at it, it was a lot of space to cover, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Both of you pulled your things out of the back taking your weapons with you. Daryl with his crossbow, you just had a handgun and a couple of knives.

“You ready?” Daryl looked over at you, handing you your gun.

“Let’s do this!” you replied with gumption. To be honest you loved for these moments. To get out of a safe Alexandria and do something a little bit dangerous.

Walking up to the main gates you only saw a few walkers, easy. Daryl broke the chain and you took out the walkers with your knife.

“How do you wanna do this?” you asked.

“Well there’s two floors, I say we take the top and make our way down”

So that’s what you did. You made your way upstairs. Luckily without much hassle from walkers and found yourselves at the end of a long corridor with rooms on each side.

“This is a lot of rooms, I say we split up, take one side each.” You told Daryl, knowing it was going to be easier and quicker to do it your way. But that didn’t stop Daryl giving you a questioningly worried look. He never liked it when you split up. this world was unpredictable, at the same time he knew were right, so gave you a small nod of approval.

Daryl took the left side and you took the right, going from room to room, checking everywhere you could to find anything you can, taking down a few walkers on the way.

Methodically making your way through the rooms you came to a room in which you heard shuffling. Even though you knew it would be a walker you always aired on the side of caution. You slowly made your way into the room to find no walker but find there was a balcony, the only place where what you heard could be.

You slowly made your way onto the balcony, gun raised and ready to find no one or nothing there. You took a moment to compose yourself, lowering your gun slightly and peering over the balcony.

I guessed it never really dawned on you how much time had passed since the end of the world. It really brought it to light when you see building like this one falling apart. Walls crumbling, nature taking it back, the balcony was no exception. What was once a beautiful glass balcony held together by shiny steel pole was now shattered and rusty, barely holding together.

Coming out of your daze, you got back to the task at hand. As you turned around you saw a fist swing towards your face, but with the reflexes you managed to hone during the apocalypse you ducked out of the way, sending the man stumbling.

You used this as an opportunity to raise your gun and get rid of him fast, but as you raised your gun you realized you weren’t the only one who had fast reflexes and the man knocked the gun out of your hand leaving you defenseless except for your knives which clearly the man wasn’t stupid.

Before you could reach your knives, he pushed you up against the balcony by your neck, stripped you of your knives, and pressed harder on your throat, causing you to gasp for air.

Survival instincts kicked in and you were not going down without a fight, you tried everything you could each time thwarted by this man who each time pushed you harder into the balcony that was creaking more and more every time. Cutting off your air, you didn’t know how long you could last without getting an upper hand.

The intense creaking got Daryl's attention further down the corridor, fearing for your safety he searched every room to find you. As he got the room you were in, he saw a man attacking you. Raising his crossbow ready to take the shot to save your life, the balcony gave way. And just as easy it was to find you, you had disappeared along with your attacker.

Running the edge of the balcony he first spotted the man, with blood coming from a head wound he was almost certainly dead, which left fear inside of Daryl. As his eyes scanned the lower floor he spotted you. You were conscious and moving, you were alive. But something wasn’t right.

As quickly as he could he made his way downstairs to get to you, but the closer he got the more fear started to swell in his chest. There has been nothing that had scared him more than the sight he saw in front of him.

During your fall you had fallen on a rebar, an iron rod, which was now penetrating your side staining your body and the floor with blood.

Daryl kneeled at your side about to say something, when loud banging came at the door behind him. that man wasn’t alone. I sounded like at least two men behind that door, and who knows what weapons they had, and you were in no position to fight. Daryl was alone in this.

The banging stopped as the men made their way through the door. Daryl took a protective stance over, ready to take the two men on alone. And all you could do was watch.

Let me know if you want to be tagged, and if you would be interested in another part!!!

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sorenmarie87 · 7 years ago

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1. @fictionalabyss 2. @lefthologramdeer 3. @docharleythegeekqueen 4. @coffee-obsessed-writer 5. @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid 6. @thing-you-do-with-that-thing 7. @ravenangel33 8. @dragongirl420 9. @mewuniverse All of these individuals are amazing people~ So if you’re not following them - you’re missing out 💖💖

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kazosa · 7 years ago

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Okay, woman... you got me. Keep me tagged on this one!!

Hollow Traditions

Sharing this for a few reasons… thanks to the inspiration and support from @srj1990 I am finally getting around to complete this monster project I started more than ten years ago.

This is the preface and the first Chapter to my novel, Hollow Traditions, if you like it and want to be tagged, let me know…

The waning moon lit the path just enough for Katie to find her way to the sacred space. Using both hands, she tightened her grip on the leather satchel that was slung over her shoulder. Katie’s body was rigid; fully aware of that there were consequences for doing what she was about to do.

Keep reading

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littletentaclemonster · 7 years ago

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Rules: Say 5 random things about yourself, then tag 10 people.

Tagged by @dragongirl420 01. I've only broken one bone in my life (left wrist) and have only had one surgery (wisdom teeth). Supposedly, it's weird to be 20+ with most everything still intact? IDK. 02. I wanted to be a paleontologist when I was a kid (mostly thanks to my obsession with dinosaurs; thank you, Jurassic Park). Technically, I still do, but I know how much that'd probably screw me over financially, so it's not something I'm actively pursuing (and probably never will). 03. I collect puzzles like many collect stamps. Yes, I build them all...or try to...750+ piece puzzles kick my ass, but they keep me busy. My kingdom for the Walking Dead one I saw. 04. I've never been to Disney World, which is apparently a strange concept to many people. Honestly, I don't really see the point. I'd rather go to Universal with Jurassic Park and Harry Potter. 05. Honestly, I hate these kind of things because I'm literally the least interesting person in the world (the perils of being hella poor and a failure at life), which just makes finding fun/exciting/ANY facts about myself an exercise in anxiety. ._. I tag: @a-lafaye @strifybridesmaid666kaulitz @shoomdltastic @tokki-oh @casslan-andor @saltedcaramelqueer @vole-mon-amour @lilmamajooz483 @jackjawcaptain @savetonystark

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thewalkingdead-imagines · 5 years ago

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Negan Imagine ~ Safe Place

In a world full of threats and death, you have found your very own safe place.

A safe place. A safe place is never something you can take for granted. Not in the world before the outbreak, and most certainly not after the dead had started walking the earth, though that had transformed the idea for most people who managed not to get bit. For most, it was first and foremost finding shelter, maybe a place to stay the night; a room in an abandoned house you could properly lock before pushing any kind of furniture in front of its door to get it secure until the sun would rise again. Or, optimally, a place for the long run, forever maybe, a community with fences, people and food, guarded from the living and dead threats of this world. You were lucky enough to have this kind of place, the factory that stood tall above the forest and abandoned places that surrounded it. But that wasn’t your safe place, it was your home, the place that kept you sheltered from the danger of the world outside and that let you live without the fear of being turned into a snack the next minute, but it wasn’t your safe place. Your safe place was right here, next to him. With your head on his warm chest that rose and fell softly beneath you and let you listen to the rhythmic beat of his heart, strong and calm at the same time. With your arm slung around his torso and your leg hooked over his trim hips, huddled against his side and nearly melted into his tall figure. With his strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you right there with him, like your very own walls that kept you safe from any threat, forming your own little bubble that let you forget about any worries or sorrows that would else buzz through your head. With his scent engulfing you, that musky, warm and nearly intoxicating scent that gave you comfort the moment you sensed it, relaxing all the tense muscles in your body and calming you until you felt all warm and fuzzy. With the deep drum of the little growls that rumbled here and there through his chest, smooth like velvet and rough like barbed wire at the same time, that let small, warm waves wash over your body. With his lips that pressed kisses against your temple and his short beard stubble that tickled you each time it chaffed softly against your skin before you could feel his lips forming into a warm smile that could quickly mix with his signature grin. And lastly, with simply his presence. That’s all you needed to find your peace, to blend out all worries, to let your guards down and just be you. That was your safe place, no room, no house, no building; just him.

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kazosa · 7 years ago

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We Were Just Friends - Pt 6

Summary: Sunday at the con. Time jump to house hunting. Time jump to Christmas

Words: 3500

Warnings: Language (probably), SMUT, fluff

Tags: @aquivercactus @lefthologramdeer @byereallife @dragongirl420 @nobodys-baby-now @sorenmarie87 @soythedemonqueen @sumara62 @sherlockedtash88 @barry-singer @rhochradel

A/N: please forgive my errors, and remember, it’s fiction, no harm is intended

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Part 5

For whatever reason, you woke up in the middle of the night. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but it had been a long day and you’d, obviously, needed the rest. Rich was sleeping soundly next to you. As you marveled at his handsome face, a sudden wave of panic washed over you.

Dear God, what have I done? Please don’t let me have ruined this. Let him love me as much as I love him…

His face was turned toward you and a small piece of hair had fallen across his cheek. Carefully, you reached to move it away. You’d had one of the best nights of your life with Richard, and you were stressing that you’d ruined it. It wasn’t like he’d pushed you away, on the contrary, he’d been very enthusiastic. Your fingers went down to your hips, finding the tender spots he’d left there. A smile crossed your face and flushed hot at the memory of how they were made.

Laying back down with him, you turned your back to him and pulled up the covers. Feeling the disturbance, Rich roused enough to talk to you.

“You okay, (Y|N)?” he asked.

“Did we do the right thing, Rich?” you asked back.

His arm slipped around your body, pulling you to him, his lips on your shoulder.

“Felt right to me,” he said, softly.

Thinking he was joking, “You know what I mean.”

“Mmhmm,” he purred into your neck, sending goosebumps down your side. Shivering back into him, he chuckled a little, his thumb stroking the underside of your breast. “I know what you meant.”

You’d waited years for him, if he wasn’t 100% with you… Rich’s hand drifted down your body to your leg, you became aware of the heat coming from behind you. Almost involuntarily, you pressed back into his body. His hand smoothed the skin of your leg, going behind your knee to lift your leg over his.

Twisting your body, your lips went to his. The need for him sending jolts of desire to your core. Feeling your desire for him grow, his hand went to your folds, finding you hot and wet for him. You gasped into his mouth as his fingers dipped inside your folds, stroking your desire. Arching your back, Rich eased himself into you. Somehow, Rich knew just how to hit all the right ways to bring on your orgasm quickly. He didn’t have to work too hard. You were so in love with Rich and so excited to be with him, everything he did was a turn on. Working you just right, the sound of skin on skin filled the room as your body shuddered with release. A small moan left his lips as he had his own orgasm.

“Gorgeous, I’m yours. Go to sleep,” he muttered.

Settling into him, you drifted off to sleep again…

Sundays at convention meant that the day would be relatively short, leaving both you and Rich a little time before your flight left. Sundays also meant that you had to say goodbye to your friends and miss them until you got to see them at the next event. Maybe things would be different now that you were firmly with Rich. Maybe you could go to Vancouver with him when he directed a Supernatural episode. It was never easy to say goodbye, but it always made the reunions that much sweeter.

You made a point of going to see Jensen before he took off with Jared. He usually had his bag packed before his last panel and would leave shortly after, depending on what flight he could get. Checking the green room, you got lucky.

“Hey!” he said, spotting you, patting the open space next to him on the couch, “bring me a water, too.”

You smirked and grabbed a second water, one for you and one for him. Jensen had just finished the gold panel and was getting ready for the next. Assuming he was hungover, you flopped down on the couch as hard as you could.

“You have a mean streak, you know that,” he grimaced, but took the offered bottle of water.

“I do. Blame my former co-workers,” you opened your bottle and took a long drink. “Thanks for being your usual self and convincing me to sing with you.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Just doing what others did for me,” he tried to play it off. “But I do accept thanks in the form of public praise and adoration.”

Backhanding his stomach, you appreciated the groan that came from him.

“Thanks Jensen. I’ll give you a glowing review,” you said to your friend.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

The way he looked at you, you knew what he meant. Turning your shoulders to him and pulled down the neck of your shirt to show Jensen the mark Richard had left there. It didn’t hurt, but the mark was clear.

“It went well,” he grinned.

You laughed a little, “Yeah, it went very well.”

“Okay, okay, don’t tell me anymore, I don’t want to know the details,” he cut you off. “I’m happy for you, sweetheart. You two should be together. He loves you.”

“Yeah, he does,” you were half-hearted. You knew he loved you, but the uncertainty of whether or not he was in love with you was always at the back of your mind.

“You don’t think so?” Jensen picked up on your uncertainty.

“I know he loves me, but…”

Jensen sighed hard, “He’s in love with you.” He rolled his eyes and took a drink from his water. “Can we talk about something else now? I feel dirty.”

When Rich finally was finished for the day, he found (Y|N) in her room, taking a nap. She had the TV on to some show on the Travel channel and was covered up with the extra blanket. Quietly, he took off his boots and crawled onto the bed with her.

“You’re not as quiet as you think,” she mumbled.

“Shh, you’re dreaming,” he said pulling up the blanket to get close. He just needed to take a nap. “Were you asleep very long?”

“No, I was almost out,” she responded.

“Good,” he crumpled around her. After the night they’d had, he needed the rest.

A few hours later, her phone alarm sounded waking them both. They were supposed to catch the last flight out and go back to reality, something they hadn’t really had a chance to talk about yet. It had been a very long time since he had “dated” anyone and he’d practically asked her to move in with him… He did assume since they had already spent so much time together, that there couldn’t be much about her habits that would bother him. They’d seen each other at their worst possible moments and she had still been the one that he wanted to turn to.

You liked to keep your room cold when you slept, there was just something about it that you liked. Being snuggled and cozy under the covers just felt good. When you went back to your room, you’d had the intention of watching some Travel Channel shows, get comfy with the extra blanket and catch a little nap before you started working on your article and editing pictures for the event page update. You could type like the wind, but you had to have a nap.

Rich came into the room, trying to be quiet, but was woefully unsuccessful. He climbed onto the bed with you and wrapped himself around you. His warmth enveloped you and before you knew it, you were asleep. When you woke up, your life with Richard would finally begin.

Rich was all too pleased to be looking for a place for the both of you and Ollie. He was a homebody, family guy, and you loved that about him, but you didn’t understand why you couldn’t just stay in your little house. He’d been slowly invading your home over the last several months as it was, spending more and more time at your place.

“Gorgeous, how am I going to practice and not blast you out?” he asked as he walked around the living space with his guitar on, gently strumming as he wandered.

Looking around at the mess, crammed into the small space that had become your lives, you finally relented to being serious about looking for a place you could share together. He followed you around, still strumming a little tune, narrating your thought process.

“Will she see what I see?... Our lives were meant to be… But not in a place so wee…”

When you turned to him, the look on your face told him he’d won the argument.

You stood inside a home that was fairly new and far larger and more expensive than anything you would ever have dreamed of having with Rich. The house you’d had with Brady had been on a similar scale and you had never really been comfortable in it. It wasn’t that you couldn’t afford the home, it was just that it was too much. Too big. Too expensive. Too far off your style. Rich stood next to you, holding your hand, fingers interlaced, shoulder to shoulder.

Taking in the massive two-story entry you whispered to Rich, “It’s so big.”

He couldn’t help himself, “I love it when you say that to me.”

“Rich!” you elbowed him.

The realtor had just barely gotten to the house before you and was bustling about, out of earshot, giving the house a quick check before showing you around.

Rich, always amused at how modest you could be, was still chuckling next to you, his eyes all crinkles and sparkles.

“You sure are cute when you’re all pink,” the humor still in his voice.

“Do you think we need a place this…spacious?” you asked.

Rich thought of the family that would come to visit, the friends that came in from out of town, and how (Y|N) and her friends would get into heated Monopoly battles that could run into the early hours of the morning. He had plans and they included (Y|N) going decades down the line…

“We don’t have to get a place this big, but I want to have a place big enough for all of the things we like to do with family and friends. I know it’s a lot, but we can handle it and we can start the life we should have been living over a year ago,” he said.

(Y|N) worried too much and he felt like it was his duty to keep things light and easy for her. She worked really hard and deserved the rest of her life to be easy. She would joke about being “just and accountant,” when she was quite accomplished. She worked for a financial planning and investment firm where she was quite successful. The reason her bosses let her go to so many conventions was because she was so good at her job and brought in a lot of revenue for the company. When she wasn’t working at the convention, she spent most of her free time reading about anything and everything, researching, so she could do her job better. The conventions were still work, but, she’d said before that it was more fun for her than anything. Everything about her just made him want to give her all of the best things.

“Rich, I don’t need some fancy address and house. I just need something that works for the both of us,” you told him.

Christmastime had come, and you and Rich had just barely gotten settled into your house. After the decision had been made to wait for the right property, things had gone smoothly for the both of you. Life went on. You worked hard, Rich worked hard, and your relationship had only gotten stronger. It had taken a little longer than either of you would have liked to find the right property, but the wait had proven to be worth it.

You stood in your kitchen while preparing a salad for your guests. Your house was fully decorated for your first Christmas with the love of your life. Decorations were everywhere. Rich had come home from a work trip away and the house had exploded with Christmas. At first, he’d teased you about it, but you knew that a part of him loved what you had done.

It had been his idea to have a housewarming/Christmas party for all your Supernatural friends. Surprisingly, almost all of them had been able to make it to the party. The house was about bursting at the seams with all the people, but it felt right that they were all there. Rich was in his element with some of his best friends surrounding him. He looked up at you for a moment and smiled at you.

After dinner had been served and everyone was stuffed, Rich and Rob gathered some guitars and brought them out to the living room. Your get-togethers always seemed to spawn a jam session, especially when Rob came over. As a person who was not musically inclined, nor could you sing very well, you tended to hang back when the jam sessions began.

You leaned on the archway that led to a small sunroom. The space was cooler, and you were more comfortable without the crowd of people around you. You stood there for a while, enjoying the music your family made. Rich tended to get lost in the music but eventually realized you weren’t around when they took a break from playing Christmas songs.

The previous home owners had left behind wicker furniture for the sunroom and you had been sitting on the small loveseat looking at the Christmas tree you had set up in there. It was decorated with Shiny Brite ornaments and old-style colored lightbulbs. It might be your favorite tree you’d decorated. Noticing the music had stopped, you got up to see what was going on and almost bumped into Richard.

“Missed you, gorgeous,” he said, handing you a fresh drink.

“I get too hot, sorry,” you apologized. “You guys sounded great.”

You looked into his hazel eyes and felt a melting, swirling sensation take over your body. He didn’t have to do anything but look at you and feel the love coming from him. His expression softened whenever he looked at you, his eyes turning to a deep golden color.

“Coulda used you for backup,” he said.

You’d sung with him at home before, but it was only small harmonizing parts. The convention was your one foray into bravery, and that had been close to a year before.

“You’re so sweet to me,” you said as he wrapped an arm around you pulling you close.

“My god, woman, you’ve made Christmas explode in this house,” he said admiring the vintage ornaments. “I think I like this one the best.”

“Clearly, you have good taste,” you said, tucking yourself into his side, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“The whole house looks amazing. You’re amazing,” he kissed your temple. He sighed against your temple, “I do have good taste.”

He broke away from you after a moment, making you miss the contact with him. You kind of wished your friends would go home or go to one of your guest rooms. There was something about the living room with all the decorations and the fire going that was exceedingly cozy and romantic, and you wanted to share it with Richard.

“I know it’s not Christmas yet, but I wanted to give you something early,” he said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

He dashed away and went to the coat closet by the front door. Finding what he was looking for, he came trotting back, his hair lifting slightly with his speed. He looked especially handsome with his hair cut short and neatly trimmed beard. You didn’t ask him, or anyone, to wear an “ugly Christmas sweater,” but he was wearing one anyway, and so were a lot of your friends. It was just how Rich worked and you loved it.

He carried a package in his hands that was wrapped in the pretty wrapping paper you’d bought for the gifts you’d planned on giving out that year. You hadn’t even realized he knew where you’d stashed it. The present he carried was a medium-size, rectangular box that looked like it had been wrapped by a 6-year-old.

Handing the present to you, his eyes met your questioning ones, “I’ve owed you this a long time.”

Taking it back into the sunroom, you sat down on the loveseat and put the present on your lap, so you could start unwrapping it. Despite it being a larger box, you couldn’t help but wonder what was inside. You wouldn’t put it past Rich to hide a box within a box. Not bothering to go easy with the wrapping paper, you tore into it, dying to see what Rich couldn’t wait to give you.

With the paper torn away, you sat there stunned. It happened all those years ago and he remembered. It was exactly the same camera you had borrowed from your local camera shop for your vacation to Vancouver, nearly 12 years prior. It was the camera that Rich had knocked out of your hands and broke beyond repair.

“Oh my god, Rich,” you were dumbfounded. “You remembered. I - I don’t know what to say.”

“Gorgeous, you don’t have to say a word. It’s me that needs to do the talking,” he took a breath. “I never thought that breaking a camera would have turned out like this. I was such a clumsy idiot, running my mouth, I didn’t see the most gorgeous woman I’d ever know. I don’t just remember the camera, I remember everything about that day. The headband ear warmer thingy, the blue jacket, I think you still have the boots… We sat there with Rick and I remember thinking that no matter what happened, I had to get to know you. I needed you in my life. I didn’t know why I felt like that, just knew you and I were supposed to be together, somehow.”

You weren’t one to get emotional over things, but his story had touched you and was starting to get to you. He remembered the stupid headband you’d worn? You’d forgotten you even had it. Rich definitely wasn’t one to get emotional or overly touchy-feely about anything, so to hear him go on the way he was, was truly amazing. Not wanting to stop him, you sat quietly, letting him continue.

“I know I’ve never really said it, but I’ve always felt it. I love you, (Y|N). I love you with everything I’ve got. I hope it didn’t take me saying it for you to know,” his voice was full of emotion.

No matter what he said, or didn’t say, your love for Rich only grew.

“Turn it on, check it out,” he prompted.

The grin that played at his lips made you turn on the camera.

“That’s weird,” he said, pointing at the picture counter, it showed that there were pictures on the card. “They told me this was a new camera.”

“That IS weird,” you agreed, pushing the button to bring up the gallery.

The first few pictures were what you assumed were stock photos, but something caught your eye. You went back to the first picture, it was then you realized that the pictures were all of you, or Rich, through the years you had known him, many of them from conventions. The one that shocked you was the one of you and Rich at the bar on the pier. You didn’t even know Rick had taken the picture. In the picture, Rich was leaning over, talking to you, and you were leaned in toward him, a grin on your face as you listened to him.

“Oh Richard,” you gasped, still looking though the pictures. “How did you even…”

“Keep going, there’s more,” he said, shifting his weight on the love seat, before settling in again, putting his arm around you on the backrest.

The next picture was of you and he earlier that night. You and he were locked in a gaze, both of you smiling, so much love on your faces.

“My god, is that what we look like?” you asked in a whisper.

You could feel Rich nodding, “Briana says we’re gross.”

The next picture took your breath away. You were so shocked, you almost dropped your brand-new camera. Looking up at Rich, he moved to take the camera out of your hands. Setting the camera aside, he held up the thing you’d seen in the picture. It sparkled in the light from the Christmas tree. It was small, and round, and held a single diamond.

“Whadya say, gorgeous, will you marry me?”

Briana, noticing that Rich and (Y|N) hadn’t been around for a while, went to go look for her friends. Kim caught up to Briana where she had stopped by the archway that led to the sunroom.

“Did you find them?” Kim asked as she got close. “What did she say?”

Briana couldn’t wipe the grin off her face. Her two friends were making out like teenagers and the glint of diamond shone off (Y|N)’s left hand.

“Judging by the make out sesh, I think she said yes.”

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lefthologramdeer · 7 years ago

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Dreams Do Come True part 4

Word count: 3791

Warnings: cursing, mentions of anxiety, implied smut

A/N: thank you to @dragongirl420 for helping me when i got stuck!!

It took a while, but Y/N and Carol got Abraham to front steps of the house that was the make shift infirmary. Reaching the bottom step, they both looked at each other and groaned. Neither of them took into consideration that they needed to get Abe up the four porch stairs before they could get him into the house.

"How the hell are we going to do this?" Y/N asked Carol, looking to her for help.

Carol took a deep breath as she thought of a plan. "Okay Abraham I am going to need you to help us a little."

"I can help you a lot if you just let me walk." Abe laughed, still trying to persuade them to let him walk on his own.

"You are as stubborn as you are strong. We are not letting you walk on your own, you are too weak to walk without falling. Do you want to add a cracked skull to your injury list?" Y/N asked him as if she were disciplining the child he was acting like.

Abraham let out a loud sign before agreeing to help them. "Fine. What do you need me to do?"

Carol laughed as she watched Y/N and Abe bicker. "I need you to step up with us, we will all take a step at the same time and eventually make it up these damn stairs."

Y/N and Abe both nodded in agreement and waited on Carol's que to start.

"Okay, on the count of three. One....two....three step up."

A few moans and loud groans later and they all made it onto the bottom step.

"Great, only three more to go." Y/N sighed staring at the steps they still had yet to climb, each one looking like they were a mile long.

Three steps, fifteen minutes, and about a gallon of sweat later they all made it through the door of the infirmary.

"Can we just stand here for an hour?" Y/N asked as she leaned against the door frame.

"I can-" Abe started but was interrupted by Y/N.

“I swear, if you say that you can walk from here to the bed I'm seriously going to slap you." She told him as Denise opened the door behind them.

"All I was going to say was that I can stand here for an hour if you needed me to." He answered her in a sarcastic tone.

Y/N rolled her eyes and patted his chest. "Sure you were. Okay, let's get him over to the bed."

Just as they began walking towards the bed, Denise and Tara came bursting through the open door. "What happened?" They both asked.

Carol and Y/N continued walking Abraham to the bed.

"Not sure exactly but he has multiple lacerations all over his arms and chest. He's woozy from all the blood he lost." Y/N told Denise over her shoulder.

"But his stubbornness is at an all time high!" Carol added.

"Okay, get him on the bed. I’m going to look for some pain medicine." Denise said as she walked to the white cabinet leaning against the opposite wall and began searching through the bottles of medicine.

"Okay Abraham, sit down slowly." Carol told him once they reached the bed.

Slowly, Y/N and Carol helped lower Abraham onto the bed holding onto him tightly just in case he fell.

"Hey Tara." Abraham called as Y/N and Carol helped swing his legs onto the bed.

Tara peeled herself away from the door frame and walked towards where Abe was laying on the bed. "Yeah Abe?"

"What took you both so long?" He asked and then laughed.

Tara laughed and Denise spun around, her face completely covered in red splotches. "We..uh..we were...uh..." Denise stuttered.

"We were busy." Tara laughed again as she walked over to an even more flustered Denise. She looked at Denise and then Abe and winked causing him to laugh in response.

Y/N laughed and slapped Abraham on the arm playfully. "Abe leave them alone and lay down."

An hour later Abraham's pain medicine had kicked in and most of his cuts were stitched up.

Y/N pulled a chair up to Abraham's bed so she could hold his hand while Denise stitched him up. There was no way she was leaving his side.

Carol eventually left to go fill Rick and Daryl in on what was happening with Abe, even though there wasn't much to update on.

The medicine Denise gave Abraham was starting to make him loopy, and trying to keep her giant boyfriend still wasn't working very well.

"Babe you have to sit still so she can finish stitching you up. Stop moving." Y/N told him as she opened his hand and kissed his palm.

Abraham rolled his head towards Y/N and stared at her for a moment causing her to think there was something on her face.

"You are gorgeous!" He slurred, still staring at her.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Babe, I'm covered in your blood and my own sweat. I’m gross not gorgeous."

Abe's eyes widened as he stared at Y/N again, looking at every detail on her face.

"No......" Her told her, and then sat up to look at her closely. "You are beautiful. You have-you have this glow...in your cheeks..." He continued as he reached the arm that Denise was working on to Y/N's face.

"Abraham!" Denise shouted trying to pull his arm back down onto the bed.

He ignored her plea and rubbed his thumb over Y/N' s cheek.

Y/N smiled up at him and gently removed his hand from her cheek. "Abe can you please put your arm back down so Denise can finish."

He put his arm down and looked over in Denise's direction in shock. "When did you get here?" He asked her confused.

"She's been here for a while Abe. Keep your arm still okay?" Y/N asked him as she tried to get him to focus his attention back on her.

Y/N ran her hand up and down his arm not only trying to keep Abe calm but herself as well. She was trying not to jump to any conclusions of what happened while he and Glenn were out. The feeling of his warm skin under her hand radiated through her and she sighed with content. She brought Abraham's hand up to her lips and placed two soft kisses on his palm again.

Abe watched Y/N with sleepy eyes, a smile on his face. He took his hand from her lips and placed it on her cheek. Y/N brought her hand up to meet his and hold it there.

"Will you marry me?" He asked Y/N through droopy eye lids.

She looked at him and he eyes widened. "What? No! Abe you are high on pain meds you don't mean it. Just go to sleep, we can talk when you wake up." She moved his hand from her cheek and put it back on the bed. "How much did you give him?" She mouthed to Denise causing her to laugh.

"I'm not high on pain meds." He answered her slowly, "Darlin’ please? Say you will marry me." He asked her with tension written all over his face.

Y/N sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'll tell you what, if you can remember this when you wake up then my answer is yes."

"She said yes!" He yelled as he threw his hands up in the air in celebration causing Denise to jump.

"Abe stay still!" She warned him, guiding his arm back down onto the bed.

"Babe you really need to sit still so she can finish up." Y/N shot him a warning glance. "Go to sleep, I'll still be here when you wake up."

Abraham took his free arm and began pulling Y/N towards him onto the bed. "Join me?" He asked.

Y/N stood up from her chair and stared down at him. "If I do will you finally sit still?"

Abraham nodded his head and smiled.

"Fine, move over." Y/N told him as she kneeled onto the bed and laid next to Abraham. She turned onto her side to look Abe in the eyes and wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her head on his chest.

"I love you." He told her leaning down to place a kiss to her hair.

"I love you too, more than you know." Y/N answered him. Her head rose and fell along with his breaths and listened to Abe's heart beating in his chest, noticing when they both slowed.

"Babe?" Y/N whispered. When he didn't answer she looked up at him wondering why he all of a sudden he was quiet.

"You calmed the beast." Denise told Y/N and giggled.

Y/N woke up to the vibration of Abe's voice rippling through the ear that was resting peacefully against his chest.

"Yeah, he said the same thing." Y/N heard a man's voice answer. "We weren't sure if he was telling the truth or not."

It took her a few seconds to place the southern accent to Rick, and from the direction his voice came from she could tell he was on Abraham's side of the bed.

"Nah he's telling the truth. Trust me, I didn't want to believe it either. But there he was helping me up after I fell out of the window." Abraham told Rick.

He fell out of a window? She thought to herself. Somehow the man she loved had fallen out of a window while he was protecting her best friends husband and she was eager to find out how. Y/N tried to keep her anger against Glenn under control, not wanting to alert anyone to her being awake so she could hear the rest of the conversation.

"How did Glenn get out?" Y/N heard another voice ask this one closer to her.

"I'm not sure, after he helped me into the back seat of the car he left and a few minutes later he came back with Glenn. What did he say happened?" Abraham asked the second voice that Y/N now placed as Daryl's.

Daryl sighed before answering. "He said that after you went out the window and he helped you to the car, one of the other guys was going to take Glenn to Simon but he offered to do it. Instead of taking Glenn to him Dwight ran him out of the Sanctuary and into the car."

Hopefully Glenn fell down some stairs on the way out of the Sanctuary Y/N thought to herself, picturing it in her mind and trying not to laugh.

Abraham nodded. "Have you confirmed that with Glenn"

"Not yet, we are headed there next. Just wanted to check on you first and hear from you what happened." Rick told him.

"Yeah we wanted to make sure the asshole ain't lying." Daryl added.

"Let me know what Glenn says, but um...make sure to tell him not to stop by." Abe paused to laugh before continuing. "Y/N is not too happy with him right now and I don't think it's a good idea for them to be in the same room together.....especially with scalpels handy..." He trailed off and stared down at Y/N sleeping on his chest.

Rick and Daryl both laughed. "I wouldn't want to cross her when she's mad about somethin' in general, never mind her being mad about you being hurt." Daryl chuckled.

"Glenn caused the man she loves to get hurt....that man better run." Rick added laughing before heading over towards the open door of the makeshift infirmary.

"I'm hoping Maggie warned him already." Abraham answered Rick with actual concern in his voice.

"Hell hath no fury like a woman whose boyfriend has been hurt." Tara told the guys through giggles.

Rick and Daryl laughed as they walked out the door, everyone seeming to be in a better mood than earlier.

"Fiancé." Abraham corrected Tara as placed his hand on Y/N's back and rubbed it gently.

"You do remember!" Y/N shouted causing Abraham and Tara to jump.

"Darlin' you just scared the livin' day lights out of me." Abraham told her as he tried to get his breathing back under control.

"Me too!" Tara chimed in, her hand placed over her heart trying to catch her breath.

"I'm sorry for scaring you guys." Y/N looked up at Abe and waited until his breathing was back to normal before she continued.

"But you remember, you actually remember. I thought you were just loopy from the medicine." Y/N threw her leg over Abraham's hip and climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.

"Well...this is awkward." Tara spoke out loud, causing Y/N to break out of the trance she seemed to be in.

"Sorry..." Y/N said and climbed off of Abraham.

"Hey don't apologize to her, I had no problem with where you were sitting darlin."

Y/N laughed and smiled as she stared at the man she loved laying in front of her. The man that she loved more than her own life had actually meant and remembered his proposal he made to her while he was loopy from pain medicine. She knew he loved her, but she always found herself asking why he chose her, her own anxieties making it hard to believe that the man she had loved from the very beginning actually loved her back.

"You okay?" Tara asked Y/N nervously after a few minutes.

"No...yeah...yeah I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff." Y/N answered Tara, her eyes never leaving Abraham's face.

"This is getting weird...I'm going to go check and see if Denise needs help with Glenn. If he needs anything just come get me." Tara told Y/N, getting up from the chair she was sitting in and heading for the door. "You both just continue to stare at each other....don't mind me." She mumbled as she left.

Abraham laughed and waved to Tara as she left. "Are you in shock?" He asked Y/N and he pulled himself up in the bed so he could lean against the headboard comfortably.

He pulled Y/N back onto his lap and rested his hands on her hips.

"I think I might be in a little bit of shock." She told him honestly. Abraham looked at her and waited for her to continue.

“I uh...I didn't think that you knew what you were saying last night. I didn't think that you meant it so I didn't get my hopes up. But you just called me your fiancé and now my heart is a puddle of slush." Y/N took a deep breath and tried to focus her eyes on something other than Abe's face. "Sometimes it's hard for me to understand why you chose me, why you love me, why you deal with my craziness...." She trailed off as she stared at the blood stains on his shirt.

Abraham laughed and placed a finger under her chin and lifted her face up to look up at him. He leaned up towards her and placed a hungry kiss to her lips. "Why is it so hard for you to believe that I love you just as much as you love me....if not more. I chose you because from the moment we met on those train tracks, I knew you were the one, right then and there my heart was yours. I love you and I'm not going anywhere."

Abraham reached up to wipe away a stray tear that had escaped from Y/N's eye.

"I love you too." She told him through sniffles.

Abraham smiled and pulled her face down to kiss her again. "Now no more crying, we have a wedding to plan."

Y/N kissed him back eagerly, hungry for his touch that she had missed while he was gone.

Her hunger for him ceased when she remembered him telling Rick that he fell out of a window earlier. Y/N pulled back to look at a confused Abraham.

"We have a wedding to plan...after you tell me how you managed to fall out of a window." She told him raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't actually fall....I was pushed."

Y/N's eyes widened. "You were pushed out of a window?" She shouted. "You were pushed out of a window trying to protect Glenn...I'm going to go push him out of a window now and no one is going to be able to protect him from me."

Y/N climbed off of Abraham's lap despite his protests and headed out the door. Abe tried to call her back inside but she was on a mission and she was too angry to listen.

When Y/N finally got to the house she stormed up the steps and flung the front door open, the door swinging back and slamming against the wall.

Inside was Maggie sitting next to Glenn on the couch, Rick and Daryl standing in front of and Denise sitting on the coffee table looking over Glenn.

"Uh oh.." Daryl whispered and he moved out of the way, not wanting to get in the middle of Y/N and Glenn.

"Y/N is Abe okay?" Maggie asked frantic as she got up from the couch and walked over to Y/N.

Her eyes met Maggie's for a split second then she focused them back on Glenn. "He's fine, no thanks to that idiot sitting on the couch."

Maggie placed her hands on Y/N's shoulders to calm her. "It's not his fault."

That set Y/N off, her anger boiling over so much she was surprised steam wasn't coming out of her ears.

"It's not his fault? Yeah I guess it's not his fault that he can't defend himself and Abe has to be pushed out of a fucking window trying to keep him protected. It's not his fault that his doesn't have a mark on him but Abe is covered in stitches from the broken glass cutting into his skin. Yeah it's not his fault." Y/N rolled her eyes and pushed Maggie's hands off of her shoulders and headed back out the door she just came in.

"Where are you going?" Maggie called to Y/N from the doorway.

"To go make sure Abe is staying put because if I know him, he's probably limping his way over here right now." She called behind her as she burst into a sprint.

"Get you ginger ass back in that bed!" Y/N yelled to Abraham who was starting to make his way towards the porch stairs.

Abe's head popped up when he heard her voice and relief washed over him when she got close enough for him to look her over. "Well you aren't covered in new blood, that's a good sign."

Y/N climbed the stairs and met Abraham on the porch. "I didn't touch him....just yelled. Maggie said it wasn't his fault that you got hurt."

She wrapped her arms around his middle and rested her head on his chest. The shock of the events from earlier finally wearing off and her emotions taking over.

"Let's um....let's go back inside, you need to lay down."

She pushed herself back from his chest and took his hand, leading him back inside.

"Darlin' I'm feeling better now, I don't need to stay in bed all day."

"When Denise comes in and gives you the all clear then you are free to do whatever you want, but until then you are staying in bed." Y/N told him and pushed him down onto the bed.

Giving up, Abe followed her directions and laid back down onto the bed. He laughed as he thought of something causing Y/N to look at him confused.

"Something funny?" She asked raising her eyebrow at him.

"Nothing...but...um... if I have to wait to do whatever I want until I'm cleared by Denise, does that include us having to wait..." He winked up at her.

"You don't have to wait very long." Denise answered Abraham's question as she walked through the door. "I'm clearing you now, just don't get those stitches wet." She warned them both.

"Don't worry doc, the stitches won't be getting wet." Abe winked at Denise.

Y/N slapped his shoulder playfully. "Abe! Really?" Then she looked to Denise apologetically.

Denise laughed at Y/N's expression. "It's fine, Tara does the same thing sometimes...don't worry about it."

Y/N sighed and took Abe's hand. "Come on, let's get you home, then you can tell be everything that happened from the minute you left yesterday morning."

Denise laughed again as the expression on Abraham's face turned from flirty to sad in a split second.

"And now we are here laying in bed." Abe said as he finished giving Y/N the run down of what happened yesterday.

She was hanging onto his every word as he explained everything that happened. She sat in silence as he finished, trying to gather her thoughts before she spoke.

Abe watched her face with concern, then pulled her closer to his chest when she didn't move.

The same wave of nausea that hit her yesterday washed over her again and she buried her face into Abraham's chest, taking deep breaths to try and ease it.

"Are you okay?" Abraham asked her as he kissed the top of her head.

"I’m fine, just a little nausea." She told him through partially parted lips. "So..um..you got pushed through a window by one of Negan's guys because you jumped in front of Glenn? Why couldn't he protect himself?"

"The guy went after him and was about to knock him into the wall. I jumped in front of Glenn to stop him and he was a little upset. He pushed me, I lost my balance and I went through the window." He told her, his voice calm like he was talking about the weather.

She looked up at him annoyed. "How can you act like being pushed through a window is no big deal? How am I supposed to not be mad at a man who got you hurt?"

"It's really not-" Abe started before Y/N interrupted.

"If you say that it's not his fault, I'm going to lose it." She told him with a warning glance.

Abe thought for a second, weighing his options before continuing. "It's not though."

"You are lucky I love you." She told him as she reached up to kiss his lips.

"Love you too." He responded kissing her back. "Enough with all of the serious stuff." He smiled down at her. "Did you sleep well when I was gone?"

"The night before you left I did, your plan worked." She winked at him.

"Well darlin' we can try my plan out again....put my theory to the test." He told her as he flipped over, pulling her on top of him.

Y/N giggled as he moved her. "We might need to test it a few times to get an accurate result."

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Before & After - Ch. 6 - Control

Characters: Jim Hopper x Reader (SMUT)

Summary: The Honeymoon phase didn’t last long, it’s back to reality for you two. An evening out goes very wrong, but you both seem to reach an understanding as to how to salvage it...SMUT

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Angst. Drinking, swearing, fighting, fucking, smoking, talk of past abuse, all the feels, mental health issues, anger, control issues, rough sex, dirty talk, dom/sub aspects.

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A/N:This is a...slight departure from the direction the story was going in but, hopefully you like it. I tried something new. (This was difficult to write for a plethora of reasons.. It gives me all the feels, feels all over the place.)

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PART 1

You wake up a few hours later, the room is dark and the moon is high in the sky. You’ve had another odd dream, possibly your least favorite yet since it involved Jim. You weren’t in this one but it still felt strange, like the memory Jim told you about. Now you were just paranoid that every dream meant something.

You look over at him, you’re thankful he’s in a deep sleep. The worst way to wake up after the second night of sharing a bed together would be with you having another nightmare and him witnessing it. You worry about what you might say in your sleep because there’s someone else there to hear it now. You let the worry pass. The red glow of the alarm clock reads after midnight. You slide out of the bed to go to the bathroom, you clean yourself up, disheveled from your dream. Jim still hasn’t moved as you climb back into bed. He stirs as you slide against him, facing him, craving the comfort his warmth brings. He makes deep sleepy noises, laying his arm on you. He resumes his snoring after a few minutes. You weren’t sleepy anymore, you were used to going to bed early, staying up for a few hours in the middle of the night and then going back to bed. But now that you weren’t the only one in the bed, you couldn’t really do that. So you lay your head on his chest, listening to his body. You found his slow breathing soothing. You doze off, focusing on the relaxing rising and falling of his chest.

Sunshine drowns the room when you wake up again, Jim is dead asleep, his body like lead on the bed. You wondered when the last time he got to sleep in was. You managed to slide out of the bed, having a few close calls with waking him. You knew you couldn’t have gotten out without him knowing if he hadn’t been exhausted. You shut the bedroom door quietly. You start your morning, as usual, you start the coffee and make two servings of food, setting his aside for later, you knew he’d be hungry when he woke up. After your journaling in the sunroom, you decided you probably need to get a good stretch in while he was still asleep. You lay your mat out in the living room. You start to try to focus on your breathing. You’re in the middle of a hip stretch and you hear the door click open. It’s almost noon and out lumbers Jim, his hair sticks up, his eyes only half open. “Mornin’,” he mumbles, rubbing his face. “Mornin’,” you answer, raising your head to greet him. He answers with a groan. “You were sleeping so well I didn’t have the heart to wake you.” you let him know as he acclimated to his surroundings. He pours himself some coffee into one of the Hawkins Police mugs you have in your cabinet. He makes his way over to the couch and sits, watching you, sipping his coffee. You switch over to stretch your other side. “What’s…all this” he waves his hand at you, his eyes narrowed. “Physical therapy exercises,” you say, lowering your head again to deepen the stretch. “It keeps my muscles from getting too tight.” you explain. “Ah,” he says, nodding, “Looks impressive.” he grins, taking another drink. You let out an amused noise. “You should be impressed. This is hard.” you laugh and shake your head, hopping up and out of the position. You go and sink into the couch next to Jim, Sliding your cold feet under his warm legs. He moves his arm to rest on your legs, stroking them. “You sleep well?” you ask, wiggling your toes. He nods, humming a yes. “I’m glad. You needed it from the looks of it.” He nods in response again as you smooth down his hair. “Yeah. I don’t know the last time I slept that many hours straight.” he lets out a long sigh, continuing to pet on you. “Is it too soon to ask what you might wanna do today?” you lean forward, wrapping your arms around your knees, pulled up to your chest. He looks around the room, in thought. “Didn’t have anything in mind. I’m guessing you do though.” he turns his face towards you, a lazy smirk drawing up the corner of his mouth. “I thought…” you cross your legs, sitting up in your seat. “We could make our first official public appearance together.” you look to him, eyes wide and nervous about his reaction. “Really?” he says, an impressed look on his face. “Yeah. I have a feeling I might like being escorted by big Jim Hopper everywhere a lot more now.” you laugh, resting your hands in your lap. “I thought going out for just a drink or somethin’ might be fun.” “Where do you wanna go?” his voice is starting to sound more awake. “A bar? Your choice. I don’t care, I just feel like getting out of the house.” “Mmm. Alright. I think I can manage that.” he pats your knee before standing and grabbing his cigarettes. He takes one out of the pack with his mouth, motioning his head for you to join him outside. You take one from him, following him onto the back porch. The sun was high, warming up the air by this point in the day. You smoke in comfortable silence. Silence was a trait that you loved in Jim, he spoke with his actions and you’d always been a fan of that. You let the sun hit your face, your hands resting on the banister, holding yourself up. He slips an arm around your waist, his thumb drawing lazy circles against you. “Thanks for letting me sleep, by the way.” he says low, planting a single kiss on the top of your head. “You don’t get enough rest, baby.” you say reaching up and playing with his beard as you look out into the woods. “Yeah, no shit.” he laughs, taking another drag. “You gotta take care of everyone else but yourself, don’t ya, Hop.” you smirk as you turn towards him, his arm now around your front. It’s a conversation you’d had before, about both of your tendencies for self-destructive behavior and ignoring your own needs. “I know, baby” he lets out a heavy sigh, starting to rub his hand up and down on your side again. “I’m not criticising.” you rub his chest, letting him know there’s no anger behind your words. “I’m glad you got to sleep in. You looked so nice all laid out in my bed.” He just looks down, giving you an amused smile. “Almost didn’t let you sleep in.” you bat your eyelashes at him, letting out a content sigh. “But I thought, I can always wake you up with my mouth around you some other time.” your hands make their way down his chest as you speak. He squeezes you closer, giving you a slow kiss on the lips. “Thank you, baby. I really did need it.” his hand rubs your lower back. “But keep that idea for another morning,” he says, chuckling as he tosses his finished cigarette. “You eat yet?” he asks, slowly letting you go and moving into the house. “Yeah, your breakfast is wrapped up on the counter,” you reply, walking after him. “I guess I’ll get a shower. I didn’t want to go out too late, I’ll just take my time getting ready.” You walk up to him, opposite side of the counter, as he eats his breakfast. “Fine with me.” he says with an encouraging smile. —————————————- You stand outside of the Blazer in the parking lot. You slam the door shut as Jim makes his way over to you. “This feels so weird.” you admit, your eyes narrowing. You’d been out with Jim before, just the two of you, but now it felt like everyone’s eyes were burning into you. You knew you were being paranoid about it. You look up at him as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. He’s watching you with that amused light in his eyes. “You good?” he asks, using his hand to squeeze your arm as you walked. “Yeah. I’m just a little nervous for some reason,” you admit, embarrassed. “I feel like we’re about to walk into school after I’ve taken your letterman jacket or something.” you say low, your eyes surveying your surroundings. He lets out a laugh and gives you another squeeze. “That’s one way to look at it, but don’t go getting worked up over nothing, sweetheart.” he opens the door for you. “I’m not, don’t worry.” you sigh and cross the floor to the bar together. He takes your jacket off of you and you both settle in near a booth in the back, right by the bar. The music’s good, you’re a few watered down drinks in and you’ve started to relax. You like watching how Jim moves, seeing how he’s acting differently from before. His possessiveness radiates off of him, big, strong and self-assured. He doesn’t have to say a word to show that you’re his. You surprisingly find your thoughts drifting to how certain body parts are reacting to this new energy coming off of him. You hadn’t been one to get turned on by feeling like someone’s property before, actually, exactly the opposite. You weren’t really sure how you felt about it now truthfully. Maybe it was because you knew Jim so well, that this was basically the same as him saying I love you, so the controlling aspect didn’t feel like it was coming from a bad place. Jim taps his beer bottle onto the table top, regaining your attention. “Too many of these, be right back.” and he slides away to the bathroom. You realize the time and that you should switch over to something without alcohol in it. You go stand at the bar after ordering two sodas. You’re watching the people in the room, moving slightly to the music when your gaze is broken by an old and unwelcome face. “Brandi?” he asks loudly. You meet his gaze with a low brow and straight expression. “Is that you?” he asks again, looking you over. “Hello Will.” you say through tight lips. “When did you get back? I haven’t seen you in like, 20 years!” he exclaims. “I’ve been in Hawkins for a few years now.” you don’t look at him, you just keep scanning the floor, trying not to get more annoyed. “Well you look great, hon.” he leans in closer. You scrunch your nose at him. “Ugh.” You reply, refusing to look at him. “What? You too good for me now? You go and leave and now you can’t be nice?” he moves his arms as he speaks, invading your personal space. “I don’t want to talk to you Will, please go away before something bad happens to you.” you say calmly as you turn to meet his face again. “Psh! What’re you gonna do?” he lightly pushes your arm, taunting you, you feel your anger build in your gut. “I’m telling you to please, fuck off.” you say sternly, your muscles tensing. “Guess all that fucked up shit that happened to you after you left turned you into a real bitch.” “Shut the fuck up, Will. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” you turn to head back to the booth, forgetting about your drinks. Jim should be back anytime now and he might literally kill Will if he hears what he’s saying to you. You’re stopped mid-turn by a hand tightly gripping your arm. You turn and see the hand belongs to Will. You freeze and the rage boils up into your throat like acid. “I don’t like it when people touch me.” you say with a growl. You were really not trying to have to beat up a guy for thinking he can touch you, speak to you that way, like you were barely legal again. The muscles in the back of your neck are so tense, your chin lifts up in anger. “That’s not what I’ve heard about you.” He twists his grip on your arm. The ringing in your ears starting to chime, your heartbeat thumping like a drum. He tries to pull you in closer and you hold your ground, he settles on leaning in. “I can get a few guys together and have ‘em watch since that’s what I’ve heard you’re into.” he runs a finger up your other arm. This was it. This was how he died, you could see his obituary in the Hawkins newspaper already. William David Bayes. He fucked with the wrong bitch. You take one deep breath and you aim. You kick him in the balls and he doubles over. “Fuckin’ bitch!” he spits out, reaching one arm out, stumbling and trying to grab you, you easily move out of the way. Your brain feels like a bomb just went off, you’re seeing red and you can’t control yourself. You’re stupefied by his words, that he would have heard any of the rumors that went around after your stepfather died. Fucking small town gossip. The thoughts pass as you start to focus on what Will’s bones breaking underneath your knuckles will feel like. “HEY!” you hear from across the room. It’s Jim’s booming voice, moving across the crowd like an aftershock. More specifically, it was his Chief Hopper voice. You give Will a hard kick to the chest and knock him to the ground without even thinking. “HEY! HEY!” you hear Jim shouting as he makes his way through the people on the floor. You are in a blind rage and you don’t even react to his voice. It rumbles in the distance like thunder. Your knees are on Will’s chest, you’ve knocked him on his back, you’ve gotten in two good direct hits to his face. As you pull your arm back for a third, you feel Jim’s big hand wrap around your forearm and pulls you back quickly, swinging you away by the waist. He’s holding your back against his chest. You’re shaking and crying tears of frustration, breathing heavily through clenched teeth. Your hands bloody from breaking Will’s nose. “What in the hell is wrong with you?’ he says in an angry low voice, trying not to draw more attention. You just shake and cry and keep trying to make a break for Will. "C'mon…” he says under his breath, dragging you outside. He takes you around a corner and pushes you against the side of the building, holding an arm over your chest. He watches the door as you try to control your breathing. You’re sobbing from too many emotions, mostly anger. You always cried when you were overwhelmed, anger included, and you always hated when it happened. “Just keep breathing, sweetheart.” he says distracted, prepared to deal with Will when he came out after you, but he never did. The bartender emerges, holding your things. “She okay?” he asks, keeping his distance. Jim turns to look at you. “Well? Are you?” he asks quietly yet sternly. You’re no longer sobbing, just sniffling, your lips quivering. You nod and try to wipe your nose, shame setting in. “Can I let you go?” he asks, the pressure lessening against your chest. You nod and look away. He releases you and you turn from him, ashamed for losing your temper again. This wasn’t the first time Jim had to pull you back from the edge. “The guy said some really nasty things to her Chief, she warned him. But he kept running his mouth..” “Yeah, I saw him swing at her but that’s all I caught.” he rubs his hand over his face. “He deserved worse. Don’t go too hard on the girl, it was all him.” he gives a weak smile and walks over to you, handing you your purse and jacket. “I’m sorry about that, I won’t be letting him back in here again.” he pats your arm hesitantly. You half smile back and nod. “Thanks.” you say softly. “If you want to just go Chief, that’s fine with me, I’ll have one of the boys take care of Will, he won’t be bothering anyone else tonight, she did some damage to him.” Jim gives him a strong nod and he disappears back into the bar. Jim looks up at the sky, letting out a noise of frustration, hands on his hips. He reaches for your arm, and pulls you to the Blazer, opening the door and herding you inside. He gets in, and the silence is thick and heavy. “I’m sorry Hop…” you start, wiping your face with the tissues you had in your purse. He shakes his head back and forth, not saying anything. You can’t read his face, you’re guessing he’s angry, you’re angry too. You drive home in silence.

PART 2

You're back in the cabin and you immediately go to your bathroom to change, wash the blood off your hands and cry. You try to do it quietly, trying to let out the emotions that had followed you home. You open the bathroom door and Jim is standing by the door frame, waiting.

You sit on the edge of the bed defeated. You'd really fucked up. So much for the honeymoon phase. Jim silently comes to kneel in front of you, his hand on your knee, he grabs your chin. You realize he's looking you over for injuries. "He didn't hurt me." you say in a whisper. "He better not have. I can't believe he was stupid enough to even touch you." he keeps looking, his face is still not readable but you don't feel like he's going to hurt you anymore. "You scared the shit out of me you know that?" he goes back to holding your chin so you have to look at him. "I'm sorry." you sniffle, you stare into his eyes, they look a lot like yours, wounded and wet. "He just said some things that..." your breath hitches with emotion. You wipe your face, trying to act not as soft and messy as you felt. "He grabbed my arm and I just had to hurt him, Hop, I couldn't stop myself." you let out a heavy breath, adrenaline now just a memory. Jim pulls you into his chest and it takes everything in you not to start crying again. His hand rubbed the back of your head, his other, your back. He rocked you a little, squeezing you. "I saw him take that swing... and I wanted to kill him." he kisses the top of your head, holding his grip on you tight. "No one does that to you," he says low, angry, possessive. "I get so mad when I can't keep you safe." he groans. "I want to make you understand how much I hurt every time you do, so you'll just let me take care of you and quit fighting me on it." he loosens his grip on you, he puts your face in his hands. "If I wasn't the Chief they would've had to call a hearse after he touched you. That sleazy, no good, piece of-" he stops as you look back into his eyes. Your face still damp, the light shines off of your trails of tears, your eyelashes are long and wet, your mouth and cheeks pink from rubbing your face. Your gaze is full of apologies. He doesn't need to tell you why he's hurting, you already know. He shuts his eyes after studying your face. You put your hands on his forearms, lightly rubbing your fingertips on his skin. You felt so much hurt alone and now you are feeling his too. All you wanted to do was make it go away for both of you. He clears his throat, "I can't lose you. Please don't get yourself hurt. I love you too much..."he clears his throat, "it hurts too much to see you like this." you swallow heavily and your eyes, wide, connect with his. "You love me?" you ask. You'd never heard him say it before, you'd just thought you'd felt it. Your heart fluttered, you forgot about the ache in your chest for a moment. He looks at you slightly confused. "Of course I love you." he lets one side of your face go, pulling you closer. He looks at you as if it was the most obvious fact in the universe. "Why would you even ask that?" He looks at you questioningly, wearing a worried expression. "You've never said it before." you quietly explain. The look on his face says he hadn't even realized it. "Oh, well, then... I love you." he says again. "You love me." you give him a small smile. "Yes," he says, a smile wanting to draw up the corners of his mouth as he watches your face soften at his words, he wants to keep talking until all the pain disappears. "You're mine now." he softly kisses you. You feel warmth in your face for the first time since you'd started crying this evening. You let out a small content noise. "Don't ever question that." he commands. He kisses your eyelids, you keep them closed as he kisses your cheeks and your nose. The words felt so good, like silk rubbing up against your insides. "That makes it hurt less," you say, opening your eyes to his. You let out a heavy animated sigh, reminded of your actions that led to this bad mood swing for you both. "I hate it when I get mad like that. My head hurts, it makes me feel terrible for days." His hand falls to your shoulder as you look around, making a small noise to express your frustration. You hated losing control like you did tonight. It did nothing but upset you, you had to take his feelings into consideration now. "I would like to stop feeling so hurt, just for a little bit." your tone annoyed,"I just can't stop my brain from doing it sometimes." you slouch, leaning towards him. "I know.' He sighs as he kisses you, slowly, the fire between the two of you starts to burn again. The painful ache of your hurt feelings starts to transform into another kind of ache. You want something different to dull this pain. Maybe you could be the answer for each other, at least for a little while. A great distraction if nothing else. You pull your lips from his. "I want to try something," you watch his eyes looking over your face. He's hanging on your every word. You take his hand and let it trail up your chest to your throat. "We both know I can't act right, but..." you take a quick deep breath, you glance up at him, placing his hand loosely around the base of your throat. "But I need you to try to make me." you dip your head to take one of his fingertips into your mouth. He grits his teeth at your actions. You just want him to make you forget about everything, replace it with the best distraction you can think of. You need to learn to let go, he wants more control, maybe you can be the answer to each others problems. You continue to suck on his fingers, making small eager noises as you feel him shift. "If I'm your's now," you say between sucks and licks. "Then only you can take care of me, right?"You felt so vulnerable. He hesitates, his words stuck as his breathing picks up and his body reacts strongly to your words. You give him a seductive glance, making eye contact as you continue moving your lips over his hands. "Take that control you want so badly," you say in a breathy exhale. A rumble raises from somewhere deep in his chest. You place his hand back around your neck. You push your chest towards his, your hand grips his arm. "I need you to, baby." you practically moan into his mouth as one of your hands roams over his thigh. You study his face, you want to watch him give in. His jaw is tight, his eyes are closed in an attempt to process the things you're asking for. You've almost talked him into it, you try to seal the deal. "I need you to fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else." You speak slowly. You feel his grip tighten around your neck at your words, you let out a tiny choked noise to let him know he's on the right track. His eyes slowly open, a deep abyss looking back up at you. He takes one deep breath to steady himself. "Fuck," he whispers in a long breath as he holds your gaze. He grits his teeth, looking up at the ceiling, "That mouth is going to get you in trouble," he huffs out, "You promise me..." you feel his breath on your face, his body language already intimidating. "...you let me know if I go too far." "I will, I promise," you answer a little too eagerly. "Unless I tap out, you don't stop. " you say low, a direct challenge. He hisses and starts to rise. He guides you up the bed by your neck, then he starts to push you onto your back. His knee rests by your hip on the bed, leaning over you. You place both of your hands on his. You watch his face as he looks down at you, wondering where this version of you had been hiding. His free hand trails down your chest. He starts unbuttoning your shirt. He speaks low and intensely through clenched teeth as he plucks open the buttons, one by one. "When you decide to act badly now, I have to deal with the consequences," he exhales steadily, you can see he's trying to let his guard down and give you what you need. "So I need you to listen to me. Okay, baby?" he looks at down at you, speaking to you in a tone you hadn't heard since you were young. Your guttural reaction to fight it causes your chest rise and fall quickly. "If I have to teach you this lesson twice, you will not like it next time." he leans in, pressing the sides of your faces together, close to your ear. "But I will," he says with force. You can feel the electricity flowing between your bodies again. He punctuates his point by ripping loose the final button on your shirt. "Every time you want to be bad..." his voice grows louder. You're trying to keep your face neutral, but you have a feeling you're failing. "I want you to think about what I might do if I find out." his hand is still around your neck, every time he shifts his fingers, you feel a small thrill."When you want to go play badass..." he says directly and loudly in your face, his grip on your throat tightens. "You don't. I take care of it." as he speaks, his hand squeezes to emphasize his points. He lightly trails his fingers down your body, just barely touching you. "Quit acting like you're on your own, I'm the one that takes care of you now." He runs his hands over your thighs, his fingers trailing close to your panties. "You don't put me through that again, understand?" you just whimper in response, you didn't expect his words to do exactly what his hands could, but even faster. "I take care of it from now on." he pauses briefly, his tone is harsh, assertive, "I take care of you from now on." You see the hurt peaking through his eyes for a fleeting moment, "You're mine." he suddenly slaps his hand against the inside of your thighs, you let out a muffled noise accompanied by your entire body tensing against his big hand blocking your throat. You press your thighs together. "Do you understand?" he drags his lips against your skin, eventually finding their way to your own. You nod, you know he feels your pulse race against his palm. He shakes his head at you, "No." he states calmly, and again, he slaps your thighs. Your body jerks and you make a small noise. "No, baby, we use our words." he says in a condescending tone. It makes your toes curl in defiance. You're trying so hard not to sass back. You give a small angry noise, huffing out of your nose at him. Under any other situation the grin that spread across his face would've gladly turned you on, but the smug look made you angry. Your pupils grow large giving away what you really want, despite your body language resisting. "Oh, now we don't want to behave again." he sounds amused with you, he grabs your hip and twists them towards him, one leg was half thrown over the other. He runs his hands over your thigh and hip, then gives your cheek a hard smack. You squeeze your eyes shut in response. You hadn't been touched like this in recent memory. Despite how much you're starting to like it, you glare at him. You can feel that he's enjoying himself. "That wasn't even hard, baby." he taunts, "You want to reconsider?" he asks, rubbing his hands over your hips and ass, he kisses his way across your hip slowly moving over the red splotches forming. You don't say anything, you just glare. But you could watch his mouth move across your thighs all night. He moves so fast you can't react until after he's already laid another open-palmed smack to your ass, he grips the flesh tightly afterward. You let out a noise that could be either pleasure or pain, your mouth panting open. "You keep this up and you'll be stuck here all night." he rubs circles on your skin with his hands. You throw your head to the side, not looking into his eyes. Your instincts were telling you not to give in. But your body had a very different set of needs right now. You had to figure out how much you were willing to give in to him, you had a feeling that complete surrender might be your best option. You manage to get out a reluctant, "Yes." But you knew it wouldn't be good enough. "No, no, no, baby. You know better." he raises his hand and you flinch, he let's out a low, mean laugh that makes your body gush. "One more chance." "Yes!" you blurt out, looking at him, agitation on your face. You try to move your head forward as you say it, to emphasize your dissatisfaction for having had said it at all, but his hand was there, heavy and hot against your throat, keeping you in place. Another amused smile appears on his face. "Still a bit too much sass." he scolds, adjusting his grip on your neck. He clears his throat, "Are you going to stop acting bad and let me take care of you? Listen to me now? Do what I tell you?" he is no longer shouting at you but has instead decided to try a low and close approach. He pauses for a moment, "You going to act right for me, sweetheart?" the last question he says in a deep tone, not as angry, more suggestive. You look up at him, reluctant submission on your face. "Yes." you answer in a low, clear voice. There's that sexy smugness washing over his face again. "That's a good girl." he whispers and giving you a small kiss before landing another hard smack on your ass. You feel it burn but you try not to react as dramatically, only a noisy exhale escapes your lips. He releases your neck, flexing his fingers. You lay close to each other on the bed, your body is still. With an indifferent expression, he runs his fingers up and down your torso, you move against his touch, too ticklish and it makes you squirm. "Relax." he says, leaning down to speak into your ear, not touching you. His body lay close, but not up against yours, with your shirt open you were exposed to him. His hands start making their way down your body, "Spread your legs." he says low, commanding. You open them wide with just the smallest nudge of his hand. "See, you can listen." he breathes into your ear. You're breathing and pulse are still elevated, the tingling throughout your body of anticipation was maddening. He extends the journey of his fingers, roaming over your body to between your legs. He roughly palms you over your panties. You shift against his touch, you're so tense. "Baby, relax," he pressed a single kiss on your ear. His breathing is slow and steady, you try to slow yours as well, trying to let go of control. You weren't good at this part. He resumes working his fingers over you. You close your eyes, focusing on your breathing, focusing on what his hands were doing to you. They run up your stomach, grazing over your nipples, alert against the air of the room, hard from goosebumps moving across your skin. Your hips move lazily as he runs his thumb around your nipples, you let out a small moan. "That's better," he says, rolling your nipples between his fingers. "Take your panties off." he orders, pulling away from you. He unbuttons his shirt and unbuckles his belt. You both toss your removed items into the floor. He settles back in next to you, this time the line of his body rests up against yours. His hand goes back to between your legs, cupping over you. You hear him let out a long exhale, he pushes some hair out of your face. He doesn't make eye contact with you, he just looks over your body as he touches it. He dips his middle finger in between your folds, you're already so wet you feel like satin around his fingers. He barely flicks over your clit, he waits for your body to relax before he touches you again, he repeats this. The patience shows on his face, he's watching his hands work, thinking of the things he could do to you. "Hop?" you ask, hesitantly. "Yes, baby?" he says, affectionately, not stopping his fingers. You bite your lip at the deepness of his voice. He lets out a low laugh at the feeling of your muscles tensing underneath his fingers, feeling the effect he was having on you. He interrupts you, "You like it when I call you that? Baby?" he moves in closer, more of his body lines up against your own. You tense again, involuntarily. He kisses the shell of your ear, you close your eyes and shiver, feeling the breath of his laughter on your neck. "I do." you say, a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth as his words work their magic over you. You tense again, his fingers do not still. He moves his fingers down past your clit, now aching from his touch. His fingertips push into your pink flesh, outlining your entrance. You whine from the contact. "Good. I like calling you that." he gives you another small kiss on your ear. "Reminds you that you're mine," he says, his tone shifting into something darker as you tense again. He lets out another low laugh. "I'm starting to think you just like the sound of my voice." there was a touch of lightness to how he said it. Your body reacts to every word he says, it did make him feel powerful. His fingers continue to tease you, meeting together to pinch your clit then slides down the edges of your pussy to your opening, and back again. It was starting to get to you. "Yes, also a possibility." you pant out as his fingers slowly drive you insane. You both make content noises at each other,almost laughing, letting a less serious moment slip in between the power plays. "But I do like it when you call me baby." "I'll remember that for when you're good," he says, tone back to velvety smooth. He brings his fingers back up to your clit. You shift your hips against his touch. "No struggling now." he taunts, giving your clit a small slap with his hand. You gasp at the sensation. "You're going to listen to me, so you should work on not moving and only doing as you're told." he gives your cheek a very light smack, his fingers running across your mouth, stopping to hold your chin tightly. "If you listen, and continue to act right, I'm going to give you what you want." he pushes two fingers into you, slowly. You whine against the fingers across your mouth. "But if you don't, I'll take it away." he quickly withdraws his fingers from you. "Understand?" "Yes." you huff out past slightly smushed lips. He presses a quick kiss to them before he releases your face. You're feeling so needy from the teasing he's putting you through, your skin felt like it was on fire when he touched you. You know this is his intention. "Good girl." he gives you another hard slap between your legs. You moan as he starts in your ear, kissing down your neck to your chest. His fingertip so very lightly circling your clit. You're huffs of breath turn into moans as he taps on you. He moves his fingers up and down your lips again. He was getting hard from the feeling of how turned on you were from this. His mouth moves over your chest, the kisses become hungrier the longer they go on. He works his mouth over your nipple, still grazing a single finger over your clit. Your muscles were aching at this tense and release he was putting them through. You lie as still as you can, but your back arches into the way his mouth is manipulating you. You whine against him, it fuels his motions. "You are making the neediest noises tonight, baby," he says in a pompous way, his fingers slipping back inside you as you prove his statement right. Your fingers grip at sheets underneath you, your chest heaving. "You hear how wet you are?" he asks as he pulls his fingers out and slaps his hand on your clit again. You flinch and gasp, he returns his fingers to deep inside you before you've even exhaled, making you light headed. He's pushing deep and slow, using the pressure between your hips to make you fall apart. "Oh, fuck, Hop." you say breathlessly, already showing signs of annoyance at the slow pace he was giving you. You knit your brow at him. He makes the deepest, conceited laugh against your breast. He slides his fingers out of you, up and over your clit, one fingertip stays on the sensitive bud as his hand pushes down on your pubic bone. Making his way up your neck to your ear, he shifts against you, pressing himself against your leg and you let out another helpless groan of want. "Look at you, baby," he says flicking your clit aggressively with his finger, you make tiny pained sounds, even though it doesn't hurt. "Look how swollen that little clit is." he whispered. He tut-tuts at you as he moves his hand from you to palm himself as he speaks. "You think you deserve this cock already?" You bite your lip at his words, you let out a small, deep laugh. "No." you can't help but smile at yourself, still painfully self-aware in the midst of what was supposed to be dark and sexy. He kisses you before the smiles spread across both your faces. "That's how I know you do deserve it," he says, kissing you a moment longer. Moving away, he leans over the edge of the bed just long enough to take the rest of his clothes off, you can't hide the need you feel in your expression as you watch him. He sits back in bed, leaning against the wall, on your piles of pillows, his legs apart, his hand grips the base of his cock. "Get up here, baby," he says, beckoning you with his hand, you roll and make your way up to him, on your knees you sit next to him, awaiting instruction. He reaches over to tweak your nipples, he was still radiating a certain calm power your body was aggressively responding to. You hum against his touch as he strokes his cock with the other hand. You lick your lips and watch him. A smirk on his face, he presses his fingers into the soft flesh around the base of him, he wiggles his cock back and forth at you. "You need this bad, don't you sweetheart." A smug smile is the only thing you ever want to see him wear again. Your mouth might have very literally been watering. You look back up at him, your eyes wide, your lip between your teeth, nodding obviously. He gives your nipple a particularly sharp pinch and open-handedly smacks against the same tender spot." "Yes! Fuck..." you pant out quickly, exasperated and distracted by the view. You didn't want to trigger anything that might make him stop what he's doing. "Then come here" he nods his head for you to move closer. You start to throw your leg over him. He runs a hand up your thigh as you start to settle down on top of him. He grabs your hip hard, pressing his fingers into your soft flesh. "You don't get to ride this until I say you can." he drags the head of his cock back and forth against your soaked center. You let out a cry of frustration and need, pouting and huffing. The same smug smile appears. "But Hop..." you start to whine. His speed catches you off guard yet again as his hand slams down on your ass, spanking you again as soon as his name crosses your lips. "You seem to forget you aren't the one making demands right now, sweetheart." you flinch from the hit then you nod in agreement. He starts circling your clit with the head of his cock, you mewl against him. "I told you if you act right, you get what you want." you nod again, you want so desperately to touch him, you reach out to put your hands on his chest for some respite but he spanks you again. These weren't the same as the warm-up hits you took earlier, these were hard. Your ass and thighs kept moving after he made contact. You would take each one with a gasp and a slow exhale. You were impressed he wasn't asking if you were okay everytime he hits you because the noises they elicited from you could've been interpreted in many ways. You retract your hands and look down away from him. No one has ever successfully made you react this way. Maybe you'd just not met someone that made you want to. You hated being weak and submissive outside of sex with Jim. No one before had been able to make your body react the way he does, you hated the effect he had on you but you also craved it. "Good girl." he praises, running both of his hands up your body to your chest. You close your eyes and let him do what he wants, you sigh into the motions his fingers work around your nipples. He pulls you towards him with a hand on the back of your head, the other still working away, uninterrupted. You moan into his kiss immediately, your fingers digging into your own thighs so you didn't wrap your arms around him. You needed him against you. You winced as your fingernails threatened to break your skin, he moves his hands to your thighs, covering yours. "You really need to touch me that badly, baby?" he whispers against your lips. You nod. "Yes." Your shoulders slump slightly, trying to release your fingers from your skin. Jim takes both of your wrists, leading your arms up to his chest and around his neck. Your fingers play with the small curls of hair at the base of his neck. He releases your wrists, his hands resting on your hips. "If I let you touch me, will you promise not to sink that wet pussy down on me until I tell you to?" he massages your hips as he speaks, you can't help but wiggle them in anticipation. "Yes." you nod, you don't hide your eager tone. You feel your heartbeat quicken in response to his offer. He plants one soft kiss on your lips before he speaks. "Then touch me, sweet-." before he finishes his words, you're on him. You pull his face as close to yours as you can, you mash your mouth against him, giving him the pathetic little moans he wanted from you as you work your tongues in each other's mouths. Your arms tighten around his head, pulling your chest against him. His hands hold your hips for a few moments as you devour him. He reaches around your hips to your ass, tightly grabbing you and squeezing before his hands slide up your back, pulling you even closer to him. You're trying not to roll your hips against his hard length as you both meld into each other. You reach down to grab him, moaning at the pulse of his veins against your hand. You rub yourself against the underside of his cock, giving you some much-needed contact. You continue to drag yourself across him, you're both swearing at how good the other feels.. "I need you so bad," you say urgently, breathlessly against his lips as you continue your desperate kissing and groping. "Please." you plead, he growls in response. He takes the loose sides of your sleep shirt and balls it into his fist behind you. "Put your arms behind your back," he orders, pulling his mouth away from yours. Your open mouth and heaving chest emphasize the amount of distress this order put you under. "But, I-" you start to protest. He brings his hand down fast and spanks your ass again, you whimper and pout, doing what he says. He holds both your arms, wrapping the shirt around to hold you. You back is arched and your tits pushed out makes you feel like you're being presented to him. He reaches down to start teasing you with the head of his cock again. You moan against the unexpected touch. "Since you asked nicely." He looks up at you, his blue eyes deep beneath his furrowed brow. He holds you tightly in place by your arms, he gives your clit a few strokes, as he hums with satisfaction as your thighs twitch in response to his touch. After running his thumb over your nipple, he takes your chin making you look closely at him."Sit on it." he commands. Part of you wants to slam him in hard and fast, you want to watch him fall apart while you are. But you don't want to risk hurting yourself. You gulp and take a deep breath. He rubs your thighs with his big hand as you sink down onto him. It feels like you do it so deliciously slow, but you can't trust your time perception. He huffs out praise as you surround him, your mouth falling open as you finally seat yourself. "Fuck." you say, chest heaving, looking down, trying to adjust to him. His hands find their way to your hips. "You can move, baby." he whispers, the edge isn't in his voice right now, he's just focused on how you feel. He uses his hands to follow your hips and you rise and fall. "Fuck." is the only thing you've really managed to say since he's been inside you. It's all you can feel and think about. You had wanted him so badly your muscles ached, and now you had him, and that much-preferred ache he brought to your muscles was warming up your entire body, your orgasm now a visible dot against the horizon. He watches you take him in and out, chewing his bottom lip at the sight. "Yes, Fuck, baby." he agrees, letting out a low chuckle as he stills your hips. His fingers are back on your clit and you let out a breathy moan at the contact. "You've been so good baby, so good." he coos at you. You feel his hand tightening it's grip on the shirt across your back as he continues circling your clit. You're a pouty, bosom heaving mess, feeling particularly naked with your arms back, exposing you like this. "You ready?" he asks, eyebrow raised. He grins at the look of confusion mixing with blown out lust on your face. You curl your lip to ask a question. "I think your words were, fuck me so hard I can't think about anything else?" You nod. With your hips raised above him, he slams into you, hard, from below. You let out a squeaky cry as your mouth trembles open. "Fuck, Hop." you manage to whine out. "You're hitting so fuckin' deep, baby." you warn. He pounds into you again, each making you involuntarily cry out for him. Soon, you're bouncing off him as he jackhammers into you. You feel like you barely have room to breathe in your body with him inside you like this. His big hands grab at you, latching on, biting down and making you call out. It was like he'd burst a damn open, in more ways than one. Your yowling does not stop. He held your upper body up by your shirt, you were being fucked so hard your body tried to go limp in defense. He rips the shirt away from you and buries his face between your tits, his fingers clawing into your back as he held you so tightly your ribs cracked. He lets his rough persona go, he's grunting and groaning against your skin, his forehead pressed hard against your collarbone. He eventually slows, having given you enough of his energy that he might as well have run a marathon. As you stop your noises of hyperventilating, he kisses you hard. His hands are on your face, he's gasping against you as he finds a much slower but still devastatingly effective pace. His fingers find your clit again, the tears that have been threatening to spill from your eyes finally do. You've never made yourself feel anything nearly this intense before, and you had the tendency to cry when you felt overwhelmed by anything, pleasure included. Jim feels your face is wet and pulls back alarmed. You shake your head before he speaks. "Don't stop." you plead in a breathy voice. He growls and continues bringing you right up to the edge of your orgasm. Another wave of pleasure hits you as he keeps rubbing your clit, kissing you desperately. "You're gonna make me come." you whine pitifully against his lips. He switches his mouth to your neck, covering you with sloppy kisses. "Yes I am," he growls biting down on your shoulder. You cry out again, you start slamming back against his hips, he starts crying out with every thrust. Your hands go to his shoulders, helping you ride him, he holds you steady. You feel the final wave approaching, and so can he. You start the series of moans he's learned that comes right before you do. He grunts each time your hips meet. "Come on, baby," he whispers against your neck. His fingers press harder against your clit. "Give it up. Show me how badly you really needed this cock." Once again his words give you that solid shove you need to go crashing over the edge. Your legs tremor, they're useless as you're coming. He holds you up, still pumping deep, he was determined to get every last bit of orgasm out of you. He wanted you absolutely spent, exhausted in his arms. His name escapes your mouth in a high pitched moan as you crash violently around him. He keeps moving his hips as he lets out a loud shout against your skin. His fingers keep moving, more tears fall from your eyes as you realize you're going to come again. "Fuck!" you squeak out, your mouth falling open. He looks up at you from between your breasts. You let out an unusually loud sound for this far into your orgasm so he's thrown off for a second. Once he feels you start fluttering again, he lets out a low, dark laugh that reached right between your legs. He growls against your skin. "You're gonna come again, aren't you?" he asks in a dark, teasing tone. "Mmm Hmm" you manage to moan out, you buck back up against him, your teeth are breaking the skin on your lip as you bite down, trying to keep your lips shut and muffle your screams. You make sure you're looking at him when you come. He knows what to do to finish you off again.

"Give me what I want, baby girl, come again." he growls as he bites down on your shoulder, "You feel so fucking good when you come." and by then you're long gone into another orgasm. He moves so he can kiss you through your satisfied moaning. "God Dammit, Hop." you almost sob, crying as you shake against him again, completely lost in your love buzz. "Fuck, baby." he groans, his pace picks up, he's close. You're still heaving and moaning, so when he starts the final race to the finish line a few more tears fall, jostled loose, the ringing in your ears is deafening. You place your hand on his chest, you push back against his wavering hips. You crash your lips against his. "Make me take it all, baby. " you whisper against him. You're panting, your foreheads pressed together. "Show me just how good this pussy feels." He almost crushes your hip bones beneath his hands, slamming his eyes shut. "You're so fuckin' good baby." he groans as you bring him in for a kiss. He lets a loud, deep moan escape from his chest as he comes. He slowly pumps in and out of you, no particular rhythm, just floating back into reality together. You kiss deeply, on some new level of intimacy together. You hum and moan against each other. You both default to your preferred method of making out, slow, sloppy and wet. You eventually pull away, your legs having gone totally numb. "Legs, Hop." you say as a request for assistance, tapping your thighs. He laughs at your pout and helps pick you up and lay you next to him, as he rolls over to curl up next to your body he grabs the blanket. He lays his body over you protectively. His arm over your upper body, his leg over yours, feet intertwined. He was close as he could get to you, which is what he wanted right now. He lets out a sigh against your hair as he kisses your shoulder.

"Would this be an inappropriate time to say I love you again?" your head falls back in a loud laugh. You put your hand on the side of his face, rubbing your fingers in his beard. Your fingertips linger over his lips longer than they had to. You felt so spent and satisfied, but you still didn't want to stop touching him. "Never." you say as you yawn. "Well, I feel better." he laughs. You place a hand on his chest, neither of you can deny the sparkle that lives in your eyes in this moment. "Yeah me too." you grin, chuckling and kissing him before burying your face in his chest, breathing him in. His face falls into the crook of your neck, his breathing slows as his limbs wrap around you like vines. You let out a big yawn. "Bedtime already, baby?" he asks, pulling you closer, kissing the top of your head. "Mmm Hmm. You wore me out. Put a fork in me because I'm done." you murmur against him. You bounce with the laughter emanating from his chest. "Good. That was my intention." he lets out a dark chuckle, a hint of the passion from earlier left over in his voice. You feel yourself slipping away, tiny little snores emerge from your parted lips. Jim can't help but smile and kiss you one last time before you're fully asleep. He runs his fingers through your hair, your stir with a small groan before you snuggle back into him. He feels an all too familiar pain in his chest when he watches you sleep. There's a reason he called you an angel. "Love you." he quietly whispers against your hair as he closes his eyes. You don't say it back. You would blame sleep in the moment, but it was mainly because it terrified you. But for the first time with Jim, you feel that hollow yet full feeling in your chest. There is no other comfort you crave while you're in his arms. You loved him, but being IN love was a whole other monster. You were in denial about your relationship with that monster. You wouldn't say you're in love. At least not out loud. Not yet. Although you felt the day would come sooner than later.

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