#gets knocked on her ass / throws a handful of dirt in his eyes

[thanflowers]

els trying to figure out how tf zev didn't easily kill her the day they met

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●Tied to bed●

Daryl Dixon X FEM.Reader

Era: Seaso 2, Farm

Summary: Daryl was injured in bed and you wanted revenge for his rude behavior. So why not take advantage of his injury a little?

Warnings: +18 CONTENT, FEM.Reader, riding, handjob, injured Daryl, grumpy but soft Daryl, unprotected sex, blood and gore

A/N: Sooo, I´ve read THIS beautiful and short masterpiece and it kind of inspired me. I hope that is was okay to write a lemon with this inspiration :3

Words: 3k

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PoV (Y/N):

Every day could be our last. I was lucky to have found a strong group and even if I hadn't, I still would be very lucky. I was traveling with Merle and Daryl until we met the group. In fact, it was a huge exception that I was traveling with the two Dixon brothers because I was in a relationship with Daryl. We met in a bar and ended up getting together. Did I regret it? Never. I loved Daryl with all my heart and he loved me, if not more than I loved him. If that was even possible.

Unfortunately, it was not uncommon for Daryl to blindly throw himself into danger. He was stubborn, yes. But he wasn't stupid, he knew exactly what he was doing. And that was sometimes the mistake. Especially after Merle disappeared.

At the moment we were at Hershel's farm because Carl had been shot and Sophia had disappeared. Daryl had taken it upon himself to look for the little girl while we had other tasks. But not a day went by that I wasn't worried. Flesh-eating asses were running around outside and there could still be some crazy ass survivors.

And just when I was having a good day, something terrible happened. Rick and the others thought a walker was on its way to the farm, but when Andrea shot him, I heard Rick scream loudly. My eyes widened and I dropped the basket full of apples to the ground. I ran past the RV in the direction of Rick, Glenn and T-Dog. When I saw that Andrea had shot Daryl, I screamed loudly and started to cry. "Daryl! Oh god, is he okay!?" I screamed to Rick as I stopped in front of them. I immediately put my hands on Daryl's cheeks, tears running down my own. He had blood and dirt all over his body and a wound on his temple. Luckily, Andrea had only just missed him.

"He's okay… we just need to bring him to Hershel!" Rick said and they walked past me. Sobbing, I followed them, and when Andrea ran towards us, I simply pushed her away, saying: "Stay away from us…!"

In the house, Hershel was tending to Daryl's wounds; he had barely survived. While I was stroking his head, Hershel, Rick and Shane left the room to give us some rest. He was still unconscious, but he was breathing calmly and leaning weakly into my touch. It was hard for me to leave the house for the night, but I trusted Hershel to take good care of Daryl as soon as he woke up. Apparently, Daryl slept the entire night, unlike me.

For the next few days, Daryl was still tied to the bed. He was now lying awake in bed, but he still couldn't move very well. So sometimes I brought him food and sometimes washed him. "I can do tha´ by ma own, woman!" "Daryl, stop it! You can't even move your arm up and down!" We had often snapped at each other, probably Daryl just didn't like me seeing him like that. In our relationship, he took care of me most of the time, not the other way around.

Daryl was getting on my nerves with his behavior, so I came up with a plan to get back at him. Daryl loved being in control during sex. But now that Daryl was badly injured, he couldn't have that control anymore. So I came up with some plans on how to best get him to fuck me. And then the day came.

Hershel gave me some soup and bread to take to Daryl. Of course I did this, as a good partner and also for my revenge plan. When I got to his door, I knocked first and then slowly opened the door. I carefully stepped in, only to see Daryl lying on his side, his back turned to me. "Ya here?" I heard him ask quietly as I entered his room and closed the door behind me. "Of course… you need to eat." When I answered, he just snorted quietly and then turned to me. At least he could move much better than a few days ago. This calmed me down and gave me the reassurance that he would survive a little "ride" well. So with a gentle smile I put his food on the bedside table and sat down next to him on the bed. "You know… because of those fights we had…" I started slowly, my hand gently stroking his short hair.

Daryl then closed his eyes and leaned a little more into my touch. We both always knew that we never meant the things we said to each other when we were angry. It took a long time, but eventually we got used to the fact that we shouldn't take everything seriously in an argument. "'m sorry… yeah, yeah… I know…" He just mumbled quietly to himself. His answer made me smile amusedly and I hummed quietly. Then I leaned forward to kiss his forehead. "Yeah… I'm also very sorry… and I have a surprise for you…" I whispered quietly before I stood up and adjusted my hair.

Now the archer looked at me confused, following me with his blue, intense eyes. His intense gaze made me a little nervous, but I bit my tongue hard as I closed the curtains. Now I couldn't back away. "But you have to tell me when I should stop, okay?" When I asked him this, Daryl tried to sit up, but I immediately pushed him back down. I let out a quiet "Shhh." before I started to undress. Within a minute I was standing naked in front of the archer, throwing my clothes onto the floor behind me. Daryl's eyes looked me up and down and he swallowed hard. I could already see a clear erection under the blanket. "Whatcha doin'?" He finally managed to say as he moved back and forth a little.

"What does it look like?" I then asked him the question and slowly walked towards him. As seductively as I could, I tried to crawl over him. I spreaded out gentle kisses on the way up until I reached his neck. Daryl immediately swallowed and breathed loudly and heavily, clearly overwhelmed by my sudden actions. "Y-ya shouldn'… the old man an´-!" "Shhh, Daryl~… it´s only us now… trust me." I looked up at my lover with big, pleading eyes and he just let out a heavy sigh. But then he nodded and kissed my forehead gently. "Okay…" He then said. Puppy eyes always work on him.

With a wide grin, I pressed my lips against his and I engaged the archer in a hot kiss. Our tongues danced wildly together while my hands slowly pulled the blanket off his body. When it was now on his thighs, I broke away from our kiss, a light thread of saliva still connecting us until it broke.

God, the kiss alone was enough to make me wet. We were definitely going through withdrawal, at least I was.

"Can I continue?" I asked again to be sure. Daryl just growled in frustration and moved his hips very slightly closer to me. His erection kept twitching slightly between his legs. "Goddamn, woman! Jus´ do it!" He growled impatiently. When he answered, I just grinned broadly and then took off his pants. Luckily he only wore sweatpants in bed, so I could undress him very easily. After his sweatpants, I took off his boxer shorts and his big cock jumped out at me.

"Well, hello there~…" "Jus' stop talkin'…! Damnit!" A slightly louder moan escaped Daryl as I wrapped my fingers around his thick cock and moved my hand up and down. Sometimes I squeezed him a little, which only made the archer moan loudly. I could see a few drops of pre-cum on his tip, which I spread with my thumb. I could already feel Daryl pulsing under my grip. "S-stop~…! G-god, 'm gonna cum~!" He suddenly moaned and tried to push my hand away. But he was too weak. Or too wounded.

This dominance, I had, was new to me and I liked it incredibly much. I had never had any sexual experience before Daryl and when I had sex with Daryl, he was always the dominant one. We didn't fuck often, but when we did, it was always the way he liked it most. Not that I didn't enjoy it too, God I adored sex with Daryl. How he pulled my ass up, slapped it, fucked me hard from behind and pressed my head into the pillow. The thought alone turned me on. But sometimes I just wanted to be the more dominant one. To have him under me, to watch him look up at me or twist his face in lust. His rough hands gripping my hips tightly. And today the day had really come. Maybe not the way I had imagined, but it was here.

So I slowly let go of his cock, but still leaned forward to give the tip a gentle kiss. Then I slowly climbed onto his lap and let his shaft slide between my wet folds. But I didn't apply too much pressure, otherwise he would really cum. Daryl only very lightly let his hands stroke my skin, first my thighs, then my hips and finally my breasts. A tits guy just like in a good book. "Can we continue?" I asked quietly and gently. Daryl took a few more deep breaths before nodding. My okay to finally be able to ride him.

"Okay…" And with these words I lifted my hips, positioned him at my entrance and then slowly let myself fall. Loud moans and whimpers escaped me while Daryl breathed loudly and deeply and bit his lower lip hard. His cock twitched strongly inside me, my hands, which I placed on his chest, could feel his rapid heartbeat. My legs were shaking like crazy and my breathing was also very fast. When I got used to the feeling of fullness again, I lifted my pelvis, only to let it fall again. A soft slapping sound was created, which repeated over and over again as I began to move faster. Daryl growled softly and grabbed my waist tightly to hold me still and thrust up to me, but he immediately stopped himself. The wound on his side still seemed to be causing him too much trouble. We stopped immediately and I stroked his cheek gently.

"Everything okay?" "Yah… j-jus' this fuckin´-!" "Stop moving." I interrupted him immediately, which only made him look up confused and a little annoyed. A gentle smile played on my lips as I sat completely on him again and circled my hips a little. He immediately exhaled loudly and closed his eyes briefly. "I know how much you love it to fuck me rough… but let me take control for once, okay?" I looked at Daryl with big, pleading eyes, but I didn't stop my movements. The archer let out a quiet sigh before nodding and loosening his grip. "Alrigh'… jus' move already…~" He then growled quietly. With a gentle smile, I nodded, sat up again and slowly started to move up and down.

We both moaned and sighed quietly as my pelvis repeatedly collided with your thighs. Loud, rhythmic clapping rang out from my movements and I let my head fall back and my eyes closed. Groaning, I scratched his chest slightly. Daryl, beneath me, stared at my bouncing breasts. His eyes were dark and hungry before he slowly reached out to grab a breast. He massaged it roughly, sometimes pinching my nipple or gently pulling on it. Every time he did this, I straightened my back more and thus pressed my breasts even more towards him. By straightening my back, his cock also pushed forward a little so that you could see a slight bulge in my abdomen. I hadn't really noticed it, I was just concentrating on keeping the rhythm. But when Daryl suddenly pressed against that bulge, my eyes widened and I looked down. As he pressed his hand against my bulge, a sudden shiver ran through me, my abdomen felt like it was about to explode. "Oh god, Daryl~…!" "Fuck~…! Baby~!"

Now Daryl massaged both of my breasts with both hands. Again and again he let his rough thumbs slide over my hard nipples and each time this made me gasp or whimper. His rough hands had always caused a pleasant tingling sensation in me, especially when Daryl touched me. Be it just my hand, my cheek or even my leg, it always made my insides tingle and I couldn't hold back the thoughts.

As I rode Daryl faster and faster, I leaned forward a little so that his shaft rubbed against my clit. This made me moan a little louder for some seconfs before I remained quiet for a short while. Daryl immediately looked at me worried and impatient, but when my inner walls pulsed slightly and tightened even more around his cock, he hummed softly. "Ya close?" "Y-yeah, just wait a moment…" And with these words I leaned down to press my lips against his. A hot kiss ensued in which our tongues danced together and explored each other's mouths. But suddenly Daryl grabbed my waist tightly again and suddenly thrust into me from below.

My eyes widened and I clung to his broad shoulders. Louder moans, sometimes even screams, escaped me, while Daryl just growled and grunted quietly. Sometimes his face twisted in pain, but then it turned back to pleasure. The pleasure was too much for him to feel the pain. It turned me on and got me going at the same time. But since he was just about to fuck me stupid, I just rolled my eyes and let myself fall onto his chest. I lay on top of him like a moaning wreck, the only thing I felt was pleasure. His grip on my waist also got tighter and tighter, I would definitely have marks on them tomorrow. But did I care? Not for a second. "Daryl, fuck~! You fuck me so good~!" I moaned loudly against his ear.

I could feel the archer inside me twitch when he heard my words. And somehow he increased his pace so that he briefly made me choke on my own breath. I remained completely still for just a few seconds before another scream left me. My eyes rolled back more and more, so that it almost hurt. "Oh please~! Daryl, fuck~!" "Please wha´? Ha?" His rough, deep voice sent a shiver down my spine and made me whimper loudly. "P-lease, let me cum~!" I moaned loudly. It was not uncommon for him not to let me come shortly before I climaxed. But now that he was hurt, I hoped he would show some understanding. And I was lucky. "´m gonna let ya cum, baby~…! So hard~!"

His words made my insides contract even tighter and with his name on my lips I came around his cock. My whole body was shaking violently as Daryl continued to thrust into me. I lay limply on top of him, completely overstimulated by his constant thrusts into me. But Daryl was also twitching violently inside me and his growling was getting louder, sometimes he even moaned quietly. "'m gonna cum too~…! N-now~!" With a loud grunt he immediately pulled his pelvis back and squirted onto my stomach and breasts. A startled gasp escaped me at the sudden loss of his cock in my pussy, but a quiet sigh escaped me.

It didn't take long before I lay down next to him, on my back of course, so that nothing got on the bed. We lay next to each other, breathing heavily, and tried to calm ourselves down. Our heavy breathing was then interrupted by Daryl, who hissed and grabbed his side. "I've told you to hold still…" I mumbled quietly as I sat up and reached for a tissue. Daryl just stared at me angrily, but said nothing. He always did that when I was right. "Jus' shuddup!" He finally managed to say. But I ignored his words and wiped his cum off my stomach and chest. Then I stood up and put my clothes back on. "Why are you ignoring me now!?" "Shouldn't I shut up?" When I asked him in return, he just stared at me angrily again.

Then he grabbed the blanket and lay down on his side with his back facing me. I looked at him briefly, annoyed, before I sighed quietly and went to kiss his head. "I love you, grumpy…" Only a quiet grumble escaped him, so I quietly left his room again. Before I closed the door completely I heared him say: "Love ya too..."

Outside I saw Maggie leaning against the wall, a stern look on her pretty face. I looked at her confused, as if I hadn't just ridden my injured boyfriend, as if there would be no tomorrow. "What?" I asked after several seconds of silence. "You two should have waited until Daryl isn't in pain!" The young woman snapped at me, but I just snorted quietly. "Yeah, sure! Daryl is tough, he'll survive it! And even tho… you and Glenn fucked besides some hygiene products." And without waiting for her answer, I turned around and walked out of the house.

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 7~

His Info: 🖕✨

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

CW: Fem Reader, reader referred to as she/her, reader has a vagina, asphyxiation, drugged reader, collars, explicit language, names used against reader(bitch, slut, ), size difference/kink, NON CON SA BY ML, P in V, non con anal, biting, marking, burning, drugs like hard drugs (not usage though in this part…) collar and leash use, bullying, creampie, unprotected sex

You awake in someone’s strong arms, at first you think it’s Ace, you snuggle into the warmth without thinking. He smells so good though. A scent that’s nostalgic and comforting to you, a scent that brings you both joy and despair…

A contradicting scent, for the contradicting man that owns it.

Though your vision is blurred the hair color you see is not pink, and the hight difference is evident judging by how far off the ground you are…

You weakly push away though you use all of your strength, you aren’t really moving.

“Pfft, you wan’ me t’ let ya go tha’ bad? fine. Bitch.” he drops you and you land onto the earth with a solid THUD. You don’t bounce at all and everything thrums intensely with pain.

“fuuuck!” The wind was knocked out of you, and it comes out strained and ragged.

He sits on a rock nearby.

“You wan’ed it.”

“Shinsh when do you everr- gimme whaaad i want.” Your slurring and putting weird emphasis in the wrong places. You can’t control your body very well it seems. This is aggravating.

“Bahaahahaha! You sound like an alcoholic!” He laughs deeply.

As he laughs, it echos through the swiftly darkening trees.

“Where, arrre we?” You look around you slowly, eyes widening in the dimness of dusk around you in the foggy forest.

Glancing down you realize you’re in lingerie and a thick collar with a padlock and a leash that he’s still holding.

You reach up but even that action wears you out, your arms fall to your sides. “What’dddid you do t’ me?”

He looks away.

“No! You don’t get t’ d-do that ‘ny more! jack-ass!” you feel your body waking up a little bit more.

“You don’t get to tell me,” He stomps over to you and grips you around the collar squeezing the thick leather tight against you, his thumbs press into pressure points as he lifts you. “What i can, or can’t do, bitch” Your throat feels like it may just collapse before he throws you back into the dirt.

You gasp for air, before he starts back up.

“I can’t be without you” he’s grabbing at his head as if he’s the one in pain, “I can’t stand you! But i can’t seem t’ be without you” he steps over you.

Shakily, you start to crawl, your body moves, but only barely. You claw the ferns pulling up their snapping roots, while trying to pull yourself away from him. You’re groaning through pain and you knew you wouldn’t make it far, but you have to fight. You just won’t give up.

He’s loving this side of you. It excites him that you’re now unbroken, you’ve somehow gathered your previous shards and glued them back together with gold, and he gets to be the rampaging bull in your china shop.

and oh my, is he gonna tear you apart, again and again, as long as you keep fighting him.

He squats over you and rips down the panties you were in.

His massive, bloody hands enrapture your body, groping your breast, your neck, your thighs, and your belly. You’re trying your hardest to fight, fight through the pain, through the drowsiness and now through the shameful heat igniting the coals in your core.

He bites your back leaving bruises and deep teeth marks, as he presses his burning tip to your entrance.

“Please!” You’re always begging him, as if the humanity that has to be buried deep inside of him will ever hear you. “Ezra! No!!” You struggle and punch at the ground.

He’s forcing his hardened and dry dick inside of you.

It burns in both the absolute worst and somehow the best way you’ve ever felt.

You scream, again and again breathlessly, as he starts slamming into you not giving you any time to adjust or feel anything other than the pain now. His impossibly long length takes the air out of your lungs everytime it punches into you.

he has you face down in the dirt, and you’re still begging and screaming but everytime you try and breathe in, dirt is getting into your mouth and nostrils. You’re humiliated and disgusted on top of everything else. “You like this don’t you slut!? That’s why you keep fighting me!” He pulls on your leash choking you and pulling your head back towards him and out of the dirt.

“Hah! I fucking love your face righ’ now” He pulls out his phone and takes a few pics before slamming back into you and then harshly dragging it out slowly.

For a second his hips roll while only his tip is inside you, massaging that one spongey spot that has you moan out accidentally.

“You’re enjoyin’ this too much…” Ezra smiles.

He pulls apart your ass cheeks and spits on your hole…

“N-No!! EZRA! NO!!” even with lube it would still be insanely painfull with a dick his size.

He pulls out of your sopping pussy, “I knew you liked this, slut,” He spits again and stuffs his dick into your tight little ass hole. It feels like you are ripping apart. You’re being torn like construction paper, messily and all the edges are jagged and ugly.

He groans as he pulls your body up into his lap, he completely engulfs and dwarfs you. He bites your shoulder while pounding your ass and using you like a fleshlight. Or a doll, a pretty little doll just for him to shatter. He doesn’t give you an ounce of pity or mercy. “You can take it!” He spits. “I know you can take this!”

He finishes in your ass while holding your arms behind your back. You feel yourself fill to the brim with his hot, defiling substance.

He throws you back into the dirt.

You land face down, overflowing ass, up.

“Better find y’r way home, I’ll be waitin’ bitch.”

He walks off without you, into the fog.

He would have carried you home, but you just had to be difficult.

You stumble forward in the direction he went as your swiftly numbing body drags behind your mind.

You can’t feel your leg anymore at least.

And your feet stopped hurting from all the thorns and prickly plants a long time ago.

You keep moving.

Just as you fight him, you’re fighting for your life right now. Even if it means getting home to him in your dorm. who knows, maybe before you get there someone will let you use their phone…

That’s wishful thinking.

Lights of the college start breaking through the canopies of leaves and you almost laugh, you made it!

You really made it!

“haaah, hah,” You fall flat.

You can’t move your legs anymore and your vision is blacking out, when you hear crunching footsteps encroaching from nearby.

“Did better than i thought y’ would” You hear Ezra, he was following you the whole time, just watching you suffer.

What a sadistic maniac.

and with that last thought, you’re out again.

When you come to, Ace is there this time, he tells you what happened and where you ended up while you were unconscious.

A rival gang kidnapped you.

Ezra “saved” you.

“pfft. I wish he hadn’t” You snicker. “What could they’ve done that he hasn’t?”

After a little while Ace leaves, and Ezra returns, flicking a cigarette butt at you onto your bed.

You scramble as best as you tired and sore body will let you to put it out before anything catches fire and end up burning yourself, “Ow!”

“Y/N. I want you.”

“What else is new.” You roll your eyes. This is ridiculous.

He isn’t even surprised this time, he just smiles wickedly.

“You just don’t get it, do you? Look at chu! All battered and bruised up. Fuck when are you jus gon give in?” he grabs your cheeks and squeezes them causing your lips to fish out.

You pull away, you’re tempted to bite him. He sees your jaw clenching and his already wild smile grows.

“I have nother present for ya.” You cant move to see what he’s doing, your body is too heavy and worn from your trudge back last night.

you hear rustling of a paper bag before he returns to your vision with a syringe and a spoon and baggie of vinegar scented tar…

“N-no, Ezra… Please…” You always beg.

He never listens.

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Detention

(Pico x Reader)

Warnings: School fight, blood, bruising, bullying, swearing, EVERYONE gets their ass beat

A/n: This is based off a ao3 fic that I liked but also hated cuz it had 🍇.. I didn’t read the tags pls. Anyways I’m rlly proud of this fic ha so enjoy

You felt so stupid, you never thought that you’d get into such dumb fights for such dumb reasons. Now you’re stuck in an empty classroom, with two idiots you just finished fighting with. All covered in either blood or bruises, the fuck happened?

Third pov:

Another average morning at school. The hallways were full of teens either walking to class or having a quick chat with their friends.

However, Pico and Darnell had other plans. The two boys were in the middle of a brawl, one in one side of the hallway, and the other in-well the other. All of the students stopped whatever they were doing to watch the two, cheering ‘fight!fight!fight!’, Y/n had been in the middle of the two, trying to grab some books from their locker. They were completely unaware of the fight that they were basically in the middle of since they had their earbuds plugged in on max volume

As y/n went in to grab on of their books, Pico reaches in to grab it from their hands and throw it at Darnell. “Dude!” Y/n yells, raising their hands a bit. Pico ignores them, realizing that he missed the first throw. In a panic, he grabs y/n’s iPod from their hands and pelts it at Darnell’s face.

Y/n gasps and runs towards their dear iPod to try saving it from the fight, but before they can even get near it, Darnell accidentally steps on the screen while getting up. Y/n stops in their tracks, jaw open and eyes widened. They were too late. They quickly look back at Pico, who was getting his ass absolutely handed to him by Darnell, and decides that he’s gonna have to pay for that thing, and not with money.

Once Pico knocks Darnell out on the floor for a bit, y/n tackles him. “What the fuck??” The confused ginger yells while y/n grabs him by his hair and stuffs his head in their open locker. ‘Oh fuck’ and ‘holy shit’s are heard from the audience of students watching as they prepare for what’s about to happen. Suddenly, a bang comes from the locker door and Pico’s head, as y/n slams the door shut with his head stuffed inside. They then do it again, and again, until her arms eventually get tired, and they notice Darnell getting up.

Darnell seems confused at first, until he realizes that he stepped on their iPod. Shit, now he has another opponent. Before he knows it, him and y/n are both giving each other bruises and bloody noses, fists flying everywhere. At least until a few teacher make their way out of the crowd, and quickly separate the three.

Now, y/n is sitting in the third row of some desks in a classroom, while both Pico and Darnell sit behind her. The room is filled with nothing but silence, Pico laying his head on the desk, seemingly asleep. Y/n on the other hand, wasn’t doing much. They didn’t have any homework, nor were they feeling sleepy, so they just had their elbows on the table, holding their head from falling. I mean, what else was there to do? Use their iPod? ..wait

Darnell, sitting behind her, puts his feet up on the top of y/n’s chair, getting dirt in their hair. Now, normally y/n would ask them to stop, or even tell the teacher, but at this point, they didn’t feel like getting anymore trouble for anything else. So they just tried their best to ignore him. Darnell chuckles at their ‘reaction’, then going back to playing with his lighter.

“Darnell!” Mr Roger’s yells, “Do I need to put you in another classroom?” He asks rhetorically. Darnell groans in annoyance, “no sir..” he mumbles. Mr Roger’s sighs, “Darnell, why don’t you just, go get me some papers from the printing room.” Mr Roger’s says waving his hands in a shooing motion, Darnell clicks his tongue, clearly pissed. But he still gets up to go do as he says.

Y/n feels a wave of relief, that Darnell’s dirty shoes aren’t stuffed in their hair anymore. But as soon as they finally find peace, it’s quickly interrupted a paper ball being thrown at them. Out of curiosity, they pick up the paper ball and unwrap it, because of course they did.

“Whats ur name?”

Was written in some shitty Sharpie that Pico found on the floor. He couldn’t find a pencil or even a paper since his backpack was a mess, so he just wrote on his homework that was past due a week ago. Y/n looks back at Pico, who’s head was down as if nothing had happen, they rolled their eyes at the freckled boy. They then look down at the paper, wondering if they should write back or not. Eh, why not.

“Y/n”

Y/n waits until the teacher at the front of the class averts his gaze to something else, throwing the ball back to the ginger. Pico tucks it under his elbow, his head still down. Suddenly, y/n’s heart drops when she hears Mr Roger’s chair creak as he gets up. “I’m gonna go check on Darnell. You two, stay silent.”

As soon as Mr Roger’s steps out of the classroom, a voice is heard from behind y/n. “Sorry that I threw your thing, y/n..” Pico mutters shamefully, y/n looks back at the injured boy. His lip looked busted, and he had bruises around his cheek. Y/n cringes at the sight of his injuries, injuries that they did. “It’s fine.. sorry about the locker.” Pico chuckles at y/n’s apology, shaking his head.

“I uhh, got you something, Yknow, for your lip.” Y/n grabs a cold can of monster from under their desk. Then handing it to pico. “You can drink it too if you want it” Pico grabs the cold drink from their hands, and places it on his bruised cheek. “What song were you listening to anyways? Must’ve been somethin’ pretty loud” He laughs. Y/n blushes a bit in embarrassment of what her answer is, “oh just.. break stuff by limp bizkit”

Pico’s eyes lighten up at her answer, “no fuckin’ way! I love bizkit!!” He smiles, “Lemme guess, your favorite album is significant other?” Y/n laughs, “no, it’s chocolate starfish..”

Pico cracks the can of Monster open, taking a couple of painful sips since his lip was busted. “Your nose still has blood on it by the way” Pico points out, y/n tapping blood that was on their upper lip, seeing dried blood. “Shit.. I don’t have anything to wipe it with” They mutter staring at the dry blood on their finger. “I got some water, gimme a sec” Pico grabs his backpack, and pulls out his water bottle and a crinkle napkin from some fast food place. He begins to pour a little water on the napkin, and makes the ‘come here’ motion with his hand to y/n.

Once y/n scoots closer, bringing their chair with them, he grabs the side of their jaw lightly, moving them closer. Pico wipes the dry blood from y/n’s upper lip. Y/n looks around the room, trying to not stare into picos green eyes, but they eventually fail. The two make eye contact, their faces only an inch or two away from each other. Not knowing what to say about the awkward interaction, she decides to compliment him, because of course they did. “Your hairs really.. pretty” Y/n whispers, “what?” Pico responds, quite confused at the feminine compliment.

“Hey!”

The two heads snap at the door, where Mr Roger’s, along with Darnell, stood. “What did I say about talking?” Darnell chuckles at the state the two were in, “oh shit! Were you two about to kiss?” Darnell laughs, pointing at the two. Pico and y/n both look back at each other, realizing that their current position wasn’t the most.. platonic. Pico and y/n quickly move back to their desks, red faced, rambling about how gross it’d be to even be near each other

“Pfft, whatever you say, lovebirds.” Pico scoffs “fuck you Darnell.” “Okay you two, that’s enough. Pico, Y/n,” He starts, “you two are going to get detention for the whole week. Darnell, you’ll be getting two weeks for sneaking out.” Darnell groans in annoyance.

The group exits the classroom onto the front of the now empty school. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow..” Pico shrugs, his hands in his pockets. “Yeah, you too, Pico.” Y/n says before walking away, Pico weakly raising a hand to wave her goodbye.

“Ew, fucking weirdos.”

[yellowbunnydreams]

Bunny Ears (Part 13) ~William Afton X F! Reader~

~POV: You finish your paper and have it reviewed only to recieve 30+ comments on it dragging it through the dirt and lighting it on fire. Edit; Finished and submitted, flipped off my computer~

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CW: Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 30's), divorce/processing divorce, Afton being a sarcastic hot ass, Henry being such a dad, grumpy x sunshine . Faz-Fuck TM. Cringe scenes ft. Henry.

The knocking at your door on your day off stirred you from your sleep. Groggily heading towards the door and opening it whilst rubbing sleep from your eyes with the heel of your hand. The knocks were too light for William, and you weren't expecting any packages, so there was some trepidation as you answered.

Blinking against the bright light, you were surprised to see the petite and lithe figure of Sarah Emily on your step. Blonde hair tied up neatly into a ponytail and wearing jeans with a white t-shirt, looking like a casual woman around your age unless you looked closely and could see the crinkles around her eyes from years of smiling.

"H-Hey! Um...Hi Sarah." You said after a moment of confusion, looking down at yourself and realising that you were wearing William's hoodie again and some shorts. Blushing at the fact this was the second time you had answered the door to somebody you knew whilst dressed in such a state.

"Well good-morning sleephead! I thought I would stop by and come see you." She laughed, giggling more as you gestured for her to come inside and shut the door behind her. Padding into your kitchen and taking out two mugs from the draining board next to your sink, turning on the kettle and finding your instant coffee and tea.

"Tea, coffee?"

"Coffee, milky with two sugars please." Sarah replied, amused at seeing you still somewhat out of it and wearing Afton's hoodie. She recognised it from the similar one Henry had, tucked away back in his closet somewhere in case he wanted to wear it one day. Not that he, nor Afton wore those kinds of things often anymore since the opening of Freddy's.

"So um...how have you been?" You asked, waking up a bit more as you grabbed milk from the fridge, making coffee for Sarah and yourself as you placed them on the counter. Leaning against the cool lino and feeling your attention wandering as you realised that Sarah had a slightly mischievous look on her face. "And I'm guessing this isn't entirely a 'I was in the neighbourhood' call."

"Good good, Charlie's been a little terror recently, but she's sweet otherwise. And you caught me! I wanted to know if you wanted a girly day out, and then, we go on that double-date I mentioned last time?" She asked, making you choke on your coffee slightly, nose burning as the action nearly made it come up through your nose. Coughing to gather yourself, you found yourself looking at your hand and the mug.

"I don't think I've ever...had a girly day? But I'd like the date later!" Sarah raised an eyebrow before she looked incredulous, her slender hand resting over her heart as she looked at you.

"You've never...NEVER... had a girly day out?"

"Nope."

"Get some pants on and get in the fucking car, we are rectifying this, now!" She exclaimed, downing her coffee and making you do the same, wincing as the heat slid down your throat before you half-ran to your room. Throwing on some deodorant, a subtle body-spray and some somewhat clean jeans and a t-shirt over your underwear. Dragging a brush through your hair and huffing as you almost tripped over yourself trying to pull on your socks and boots. Sarah standing by the door and your door keys dangling from her fingers, grin plastered on her face as you grabbed them from her.

"Why did we need to rush again?"

"Oh, no reason, but it was quite funny to watch." She laughed as you locked the front door, laughing harder as you gave her a stern look. Heading to her car and climbing inside, sighing as you rested your head against the seat and closed your eyes briefly.

~~

"William! How're you doing buddy?" Henry called as he opened the office door, making William jump slightly as he was disturbed from his intense concentration on some of the blue-prints in front of him. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he sighed and looked towards the smaller man. Noticing how his hair was loose and wild despite his professional appearance.

"You only call me 'buddy' when you need something Henry, what is it this time?" Henry placed a hand over his heart and pouted, dramatically leaning against the door frame and sinking against it like he'd just been shot before he stumbled into the office.

"You wound me! I don't do that! You are my buddy!" William scoffed and rolled his eyes at his dramatic business partner before looking back down at the plans in his hand. Scribbling on a separate piece of paper to note some measurements and calculations whilst he heard Henry lean against the desk. Almost hearing the smile in his voice as he spoke again.

"Anyway, me and Sarah are going on a date tonight and we were wondering if you and your little girlfriend would like to join us and make it a double date?" William sighed and set the papers down on his desk, looking over his glasses to see Henry's wild grin. Afton sucked on the inside of his cheek before replying, going to pick up the paperwork on his desk once more.

"Absolutely not, the last time you attempted something like this Henry, Sarah practically bit Clara's head off and you got so pissed you walked half an hour down the high-way before we found you."

"That was college! And secondly, you'll let your girlfriend down if you don't show!"

"I'm sure she also said no to this stupid idea."

"Actually, Sarah's gone to her house and they're having a little trip to get all dolled up for this date tonight." Henry smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as William dropped the papers and rubbed his hands over his face. Groaning loudly and leaning back in the chair, making it creak under his weight.

"You mean to tell me that Sarah, your wife, has kidnapped my girlfriend and is playing dress-up with her?" Running his hands through his hair whilst glaring at Henry, who nodded with the same, stupid grin plastered on his face. Afton groaned again and put his head in his hands.

"Fine, you sick bastard, I'll come. Just leave the address on my desk and tell me what time to be there."

"Don't forget to bring a condom William, I'm sure that afterwards you'll-"

"HENRY, DON'T BE A FUCKING PERVERT." Henry cackled at his friend's outburst, holding his hands up in defence, laughing harder as William reached into the drawer and chucked balled up paper at the man as he retreated. Leaving William to hide his face in his hands and groan in frustration, wishing his friend had at least asked him before kidnapping you via his wife.

~~

"What about this one?" Sarah asked you, showing you a swatch of an eyeshadow on the back of her hand and you hummed in thought as you looked at it. Shaking your head after a moment. "Oh come on," she groaned your name slightly as she put back the little tester tub. "you have to like something I show you!"

"I'm sorry Sarah, I'm just not...I don't really even do my own make-up. I wear mascara and some lip gloss occasionally, I don't do..this." You gestured to the large make-up counter that you were both at. Glancing over the bold and bright colours that Sarah seemed to favour, brow knitting together as you picked up a container and opened it, looking at the dark green shade inside before closing it and putting it back.

"Maybe we're doing this in the wrong order!" Sarah clapped her hands together before grabbing one of yours, dragging you behind her and almost tripping over your feet with the force the small woman was surprisingly able to move you with. You supposed that she was a mom, so perhaps it was from having to move a reluctant child...or Henry. You could also see Henry having to be dragged away from stores a few times by his wife.

She pulled you into a boutique in the mall, blinking as you adjusted to the new lighting inside and looked around. Spotting plenty of dresses lining the walls and making you groan. You couldn't remember the last time you'd found a dress you would even consider wearing, let alone wearing one, and they all seemed so formal, you'd hoped that you could get away with a nice top and some cleaner jeans for the date. Sarah seemingly had other ideas as she began browsing the racks.

Under encouragement, and a few teasing words, from Sarah, you began looking too. Hands idly flipping through the dresses and cringing as some of the material felt awful under your fingers, others just a plain ugly colour that you wouldn't be caught dead in.

"Can I help you find something?" The voice made you jump and you turned to see an elegantly dressed shop assistant standing near to you, heart pounding in your chest as you looked back at the dresses for a second, brow furrowed and a soft sigh escaping your lips as your shoulders slumped.

"I um..I'm going on a double date tonight and apparently I have to wear a dress..so..yeah. Just trying to find something I like honestly." You say, speaking quietly as your fingers scanned through the materials before the woman cleared her throat again, grabbing your attention once more.

"Well, what colour does your date usually wear?" They asked, making you pause only for a moment before you answered.

"Black."

"Well, I'm guess you're newly together, so matching might be a little much. But I can suggest some colours that work well and we'll figure out style from there." She smiled, making you give a polite smile back as she gestured towards another part of the store. Practised eyes scanning through the dresses and flickering back to you before her hands darted out to pick out a few dresses before taking you back to the dressing rooms, where Sarah was already admiring herself in a dark green dress that hugged her figure perfectly, a long slit up her leg and showing it off.

The assistant handed you the dresses and shooed you into a dressing room, pursing your lips together before you obeyed. Hoping that there would be at least one thing you liked amongst the pile.

~~

Sarah carefully brushed your eyelids with a careful precision that you were unsure you would have ever been able to manage. Feeling what felt almost like a brush-pen moving against your lid and out before you heard the click of a lid closing. Her slender hand grabbing your chin gently before you heard another lip pop, your eyes closed as you let the older woman manoeuvre you and do your make-up as she saw fit.

You jumped slightly as you felt a cool wetness against your lips, making the woman tut disapprovingly as she tightened her grip slightly and coated your lips, letting go of you as she spoke. "Press your lips together for me dear." Following her instructions and feeling some of the stickiness dissipate before your eyes fluttered open, blinking rapidly as you glanced up at her.

"Go on, check yourself out little lady!" She squealed, helping you to stand up in the tiny kitten heels she had somehow convinced you to wear as well. Focusing intently on walking as you walked up to the mirror that Sarah had placed on the floor so that you could get a better look at yourself.

Your hair had been set loosely around your shoulders, styled to perfection and looking glossy, healthy. You were surprised by how lovely the dress looked, a soft purple chiffon with translucent sleeves and a 'v' shaped neckline, allowing the swell of your breasts to be visible as well as the dip of your collarbones. The middle wrapping tight to your body to show off your waist before the skirt flowed down, coming to your knees and floating slightly like something you saw in fancy prom movies. It looked almost a similar shade to purple that you were sure you had seen William wearing before. And Sarah had masterfully applied winged eye-liner to your eyes, darkening your lashes with mascara and the faint shimmer of nude coloured eyeshadows could faintly be made out. Your lips glossy and tasting like almonds.

Stepping behind you, Sarah's blonde hair was tied up into a classicly braided updo, two curled strands framing her face as you noticed she had similar make-up to how you had it. The dark green dress from earlier looking stunning on her as she placed her hands on your shoulders, smiling brightly.

"You look gorgeous, dear."

"I feel like I'm a little girl playing dress-up." You sighed, smoothing your hands down your dress carefully and frowning slightly, making her tut as she took your hands, bringing them up and smoothing over your knuckles with her thumbs.

"You don't look like it. William is going to not know what hit him when he sees you." She smiled, making you blush and smile back, nodding your head as you allowed her to guide you through the house and out to the waiting taxi. She'd driven her car back home and gotten a taxi back to yours, calling for one to pick you up and take you out to the restaurant that apparently William and Henry were waiting at.

You shifted nervously in your seat, watching the streets blur past before Sarah gently nudged your bag towards you, smiling as you opened it and took out a little bottle of perfume. The only expensive one you owned, it was your signature one for more 'formal' occasions, and it seemed like as good a time as any to use it. Carefully applying it to your pulse points, the smell comforting and exciting as you put away the bottle. Sarah applying her own perfume and touching up her gloss a bit as the ride seemed all too short and all too long at the same time.

You made out Henry's car parked up, frowning as you noticed you didn't spot William's, stomach sinking as you climbed out of the taxi whilst Sarah paid before she linked arms with you.

"I told Henry to pick up William, they're both at the table and waiting for us." She reassured, noticing your worried expression with a comforting squeeze of your hand. Heels clicking against the concrete as you both headed inside.

It was far more formal than any place you'd been before. And your silly plastic bracelet felt out of place in there. You felt out of place in there. Waiters in white shirts and black pants ran about with towels over their arms, the walls wood panelled and the floor a beautiful, rich patterned marble tile. Your heart pounded in your chest as you allowed Sarah to drag you along.

Henry spotted the pair of you and gestured for William that you had arrived. Watching the pair of them squeeze out of the booth as you approached, your breath catching in your throat slightly.

Henry had his hair loose, revealing all it's fluffy, curled glory that was still cropped somewhat close to his head. Clearly freshly shaven and dressed in a dark green suit that matched Sarah's dress, crisp white shirt and a black tie, he looked ecstatic that he had matched his wife, seeing him tear up slightly as he caught sight of her.

But you lost your breath with William. Dressed head to toe in black. he had put on tailored black pants that seemed to highlight how long his legs were, as well as how strong they looked. Sleeves rolled up on the black shirt, tight across his broad chest in a way that made you afraid he would pop buttons if he flexed in the wrong way. His greying hair slicked back and his eyes slightly wide behind his glasses as he drank you in. You smiled as he raised his hand and you spotted the bracelet still on his arm, feeling comforted that he had continued to wear it despite the more formal setting.

His jaw fluttered slightly as he watched you approach. Wearing one of his favourite colours and the slight way you wobbled when you walked as you clearly tried to get used to moving in heels. He found himself feeling relief that you had worn the bracelet too, but his heart was pounding too fast in his chest as he took you in. You were a picture of beauty, and he reached out his hand as you came closer, taking your softer hand in his before he half-bowed to plant a kiss onto the back of your hand. Breathing deeply as he smelled your perfume and feeling his body aching with want.

"You look gorgeous, bunny. I should perhaps let Sarah have you more often." The teasing tone in his voice evident for the second part as you giggled, blushing and feeling the heat rising in your cheeks as he kept ahold of your hand.

"I-I don't think I need anymore make-up or dresses. But you look really nice." You swallowed, trying to change the subject back onto him. Seeing his cheeks heat up despite the stubble across his face. A lopsided grin being given to you as he gently guided you into the booth, still holding your hand as you settled in, his thumb running over your knuckles adoringly.

Henry called your name and you glanced at him, seeing his eyes still watering as he looked between you and your held hand. "You look great. I hope this isn't too short notice or strange, but I wanted to take Sarah on a date and then it occurred to me, I should invite you guys along too!" Chuckling and sniffling as he tried to not be too emotional as William remained close to you. Sarah rolled her eyes slightly, but the smile on her face told you that she wasn't really annoyed, kissing Henry's cheek before she picked up a menu to glance over.

"Thank you for inviting me, I really appreciate it. And I hope that it's as fun for all of us." You smile, seeing Henry's lip quiver at your words. Nodding his head before he looked at the menu, trying to distract himself.

William brought your hand to his lips again, giving your hand a squeeze as you leaned in and gave his knuckles as kiss in return. Smelling his warm, spiced cologne as you got closer, making you feel dizzy as you turned your attention to the menu. Still holding onto him as you browsed the options.

It was going to be a long night, but you felt a little more confident to face it with William by your side.

[sissylittlefeather]

Your Love's Been a Long Time Coming: Chapter 4

A/N: Please don't give up on Vivian. It's about to get so good. This is the next chapter in my series about Elvis and Vivian Choquette.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, masturbation (male), fantasies about oral sex (f and m receiving), fantasies about p in v sex, small mention of blood from a football injury

Word count: ~1.6k (the next one will be long probably)

If only he would love her.

******

In the morning, Elvis rolls over and reaches his hand out to find Viv in the bed. When he can't find her, he opens his eyes and sits up.

She's gone.

She must've left sometime before he woke up. He sighs deeply and lays back down. Part of him hoped they might talk or at the very least she might let him hold her for a bit. But she only seems to want that when she's been drinking. He closes his eyes and tries to go back to sleep. Maybe that'll get rid of this feeling.

******

Elvis doesn't see Vivian again until they get back to Memphis. She shows up at his house with some of the mafia members and acts like nothing ever happened. They've all come over for a game of "touch" football one afternoon. This is the first time Viv has been there when they play. He assumes she'll stand on the sidelines and be a cheerleader of sorts, but she doesn't. When it comes time to pick teams, she stands with the rest of the guys.

"Viv, what are you doin' over here?"

"I wanna play."

"No. No way." Elvis shakes his head vehemently. He knows how rough these games can get.

"What the hell? I can play." The guys all chime in cajoling Elvis to get him to let her play. It seems like they're all excited at the prospect of tackling her.

"Alright, fine! But nobody touches her."

"That's literally impossible." It's George that speaks up first looking slyly at her. Viv tries to suppress a giggle. Elvis looks between them and has to swallow a surge of jealousy.

"If you get hurt, it's your own fault."

"Yes, sir." She gives him a fake salute.

"What position do you play, anyway?" Elvis asks as a kind of test.

"Quarterback." He and the guys laugh and she purses her lips. Then she grabs the ball away from him, steps back, and throws it.

The ball sails through the air with a perfect spiral and lands about 30 yards away. Every guy on the field turns and stares at her with his mouth hanging open. Elvis swallows deeply and tries to ignore how attractive that was.

"I grew up on army bases and my stepdad always wanted a son. I know how to play football." She says sternly.

"Okay, then. You can play quarterback on the other team."

"Thanks." The teams line up for the first play with Elvis as quarterback and Viv's team on defense. The game starts and goes on without much drama until the third time Viv is on offense. Elvis is on the sidelines panting and sweating, annoyed that she's beating him. The rest of his team is annoyed too and they're tired of letting her get off easy. Without thinking, she tucks the ball and takes off running, but one of the guys gets to her quickly and absolutely pummels her. He knocks her to the ground and she gets stepped on unintentionally by several other players.

"Hey!" Elvis hollers and runs onto the field. "I told you not to touch her!"

He drags the guy up by his shirt and is just about to hit him when Viv pops up off the ground and grabs his arm.

"Elvis, don't! I'm fine!" He looks over at her as she wipes the blood from her busted lip. Her ponytail is knocked sideways and she's covered in dirt and grass. He has to fight the mixed inclination to hurt the guy who hurt her and go to her and make sure she's okay. "Let's line up again. We have two more downs to kick your ass."

He smiles despite himself and nods. She's ridiculously cute in her determination, but he knows he can't mention it. He runs back over to the sidelines and the game continues. She gets roughed up a couple more times before the game ends, but Elvis keeps himself in control. He finally calls the game over when his team is up and she yells from the sidelines.

"You just couldn't lose to a girl, could you?!"

"I don't lose to anyone!" He yells back. She laughs and wipes the blood from her lip again. He runs over to her and throws his arm around her shoulders. "C'mon, kid, let's get you cleaned up."

Everyone makes their way into the house talking and laughing loudly. Elvis takes Viv to one of the bathrooms and gets a washcloth wet for her. She dabs at her lip in the mirror while he watches.

"I don't think I need stitches. No harm done. Does it look bad?" She turns to him and pouts so he can see her lip.

Don't kiss her. Don't kiss her. Don't kiss her. He has to repeat it to himself.

"Nah, it looks fine. You'll be back to kissing my friends in no time." She pushes his shoulder.

"Yeah, you just wish I was kissing you." She goes back to dabbing her lip with the washcloth and then starts wiping the dirt off of her face. She's right. He does wish that with everything inside him. But he knows better than to push for anything.

He leaves her in the bathroom to finish getting cleaned up and goes back to the rest of his guests.

******

Eventually, everyone goes home or goes to bed. Elvis watches as Viv walks out with George and gets in his car for him to take her home. He sighs deeply and then goes upstairs to get in bed.

He changes into his pajamas and lays down, trying to ignore how empty his bed feels. He knows there are girls he could call and they'd be there without hesitation. But the one girl he wants wouldn't come even if he called her.

His mind drifts back over the day and he thinks about her on the football field: the way she threw the ball, her laugh as she ran, the way she insisted she was fine after getting demolished. He thinks about the way she pouted her lip in the bathroom to see if she was really hurt. And then he imagines kissing her. He thinks about how he could've taken her chin in his hand and then so gently pressed his lips to hers, being careful not to cause her any pain. Maybe she would've wrapped her arms around his neck and let him slide his tongue into her mouth. Maybe she would've pressed her body up against his or rolled her hips against him. Maybe she would've let his hands roam over her, down to her...

Before he realizes what he's doing, Elvis has his hand wrapped around his hardened cock, imagining Viv's long fingers on him. He pushes his pants down to his knees and goes back to stroking himself, sliding his foreskin back and forth. He groans softly and moves his hand gently, creating just enough friction to drive himself crazy. He focuses on Vivian and her beautiful body. He's held her in his arms before; it's not a stretch for him to imagine her undressed and pressed against him. His hands long to feel her soft skin, his thumbs playing with her nipples until he presses his mouth there. He can almost hear her moans as he moves his tongue on her. He strokes himself a little faster, hips bucking into his own hand at the thought of Viv, writhing and pulsing under him as he licks her clit until she reaches a climax. He swipes his thumb over the tip of his dick to collect the bead of precum that's gathered there. What would she be like with her pretty little mouth wrapped around his cock? The thought makes him feel guilty, but he grunts anyway and continues pumping himself. And oh, what it would feel like to slide himself inside her. His dick twitches in his hand at the thought. She probably has a beautiful little pussy and he wants to know what it feels like so badly that it hurts. He wants to give her the most intense pleasure, to hear her moan his name and see her face when she cums. His hand moves up and down on his cock, pinching the foreskin at his tip and rubbing it together as he grinds into his palm.

"Oh, god, Viv!" He whispers as he reaches his release and hot ropes of cum spurt out of him onto his hand.

"Yes, baby... yes, Vivian..." he whispers as he continues to cum, shuddering into his own palm. He sits and breathes for a second as his cock softens.

Annoyed and sad, he finds something to clean himself up with. Why will she fuck everyone but him? But it's more than that. Why won't she love him the way he wants her to, the way he needs her to? He'd be so good to her, if she'd let him.

But, he can't keep thinking about her like this. He needs something else, someone else. His mind drifts back to Priscilla and the letters she keeps writing to him. It's probably time to bring her here and make that official. What does he have to lose? Not Vivian.

******

Vivian rolls over away from George, who is asleep in her bed. She wishes he would leave so she could cry in peace. She seems to be right about Elvis not wanting her anymore, based on his actions today. Even when she made that joke about him kissing her, he stayed aloof. She squeezes her eyes shut to keep the tears from falling.

Oh, Elvis, she thinks. Why won't you come and rescue me from myself?

*******

Until chapter 5!

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[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Part 7

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

**MINORS DNI, SMALL SCENE OF ADULT CONTENT**

Burning Hearts Chapter 7: Repressing (some) Urges 

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“You aren’t focusing your energy.” 

“I can focus enough to kick your ass!” 

Daisy chirps back and forth with Law as they sparred across the clearing in the woods. 

“You either harness Haki or awaken your Devil Fruit. Without that, you’ll get hosed in the New World, regardless of how much stronger the rest of your crew gets.” Law barks at her. 

There was a sharp sound of swords meeting. 

“I thought people were born with Haki, I can’t just get it.” Daisy pushes Law back, finally strong enough to defend herself from his blows. 

“How are you going to know that you don’t have it if you don’t even try?” Law disappears and she searches the clearing for a flash of blue to signify his reappearance. Daisy spins around and raises her blades in defense. 

*CLANG* 

“You think I’m not trying? Sorry I’m not a bright little gifted kid like you were- AH!” Law pushes Daisy across the clearing and her back hits hard against a tree. 

“A gifted kid? That’s what you think I was?” Law comes at her with renewed force. He uses his power to throw Daisy’s body into the air and back down again. “You think you’re the only one who experienced horrors beyond comprehension?! You don’t know anything about me or my past.” 

Daisy struggles, but she rises to her feet. She spits on the ground. 

“You’re right. I don’t know a god damn thing about you.” Daisy breaths heavily. “It’s like it would kill you to open up to someone. Be a human.” She approaches Law slowly, like a wounded lion still set on taking down a wildebeest, a small trickle of blood coming from the crown of her head and turning that grey streak red at the base. 

Without warning, Daisy launches herself into the air and lunges into Law. They lock in a sparring match that went on for ages before Law finally pinned her to the ground. 

Daisy was bested again. She stared up at the man above her with wild eyes. Law looked down and met her gaze, hands on either side of her face… but shortly after looking in her eyes, Law’s own eyes wandered to the rest of her form. Chest heaving violently and droplets of sweat littering her cleavage and sternum, hair splayed out messily against the dirt floor of the clearing… 

It reminded him of his dreams…

Daisy was underneath him, laying there at his mercy…

Law’s eyes glazed over… 

*THWACK* 

Law was broken out of his daze by being catapulted across the clearing and onto a ragged tree stump. 

“Fuck…” Law had let his guard down and he left himself open for assault. “What the hell was that…” He picks himself up and sees Daisy standing across the clearing, wings spread. Law spies something else…

Was that a tail?

A long, black, scaled and spiked tail protruded from her backside and slowly flicked back and forth. 

“What? Haki, Devil Fruit? Who said I can’t do both?” Daisy chides with a smirk. 

Law coughs, still struggling for breath after having the wind knocked out of him. There was a silence as he walks towards her. 

“What changed your mind?” Law asks with a raised eyebrow. “And when the hell did you figure that out?” Law gestures at the new appendage. 

“You were being a dickhead. I wanted to beat the shit out of you faster, so I did some training. Turns out, it worked! You just got fucking rocked!” Daisy laughs hard and holds her stomach. 

Law saw her brilliant smile and couldn’t help but smirk a bit at her new found confidence. 

*bdd bdd bdd bdd* 

The transponder snail that Law carried in his jacket began to ring. He reaches into his pocket, pulls out the snail and answers it. 

“Yeah?” He speaks into the snail. 

“Hey Captain… it’s Bepo… can you come back to the base? Something came up and we need to talk to you…” 

“Is this an emergency, Bepo? You know this training is important.” Law grips the snail tighter in his fist. 

“I-I think so, C-Captain…” Bepo sounded concerned.

“Fine.” Law hangs up the snail and puts it back in his pocket. 

“Everything okay?” Daisy sheathes her blades. 

“We need to head back.”

— — 

You and Law enter the base to find it oddly quiet. Usually the compound was buzzing with chatter and the comings and goings of the rowdy Heart Pirates… but now it was eerily silent. Law leads you to the galley and pushes the doors open. He found every single member of his crew packed into the kitchen around the dining table. Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi were seated at the table while the rest of the crew stood around them. 

Every single pair of eyes shot up at the two of you when you entered the room. No words were said. The air was thick with tension. 

You were confused. What had happened in your absence? You then spy a News Coo spread out on the dining table. You read the headline from the doorway. Trafalgar Law Named Newest Warlord of the Sea.

Your eyes bug open wide. You rush towards the table and scoop up the paper. You begin reading. 

“With the gift of 100 pirate hearts, Surgeon of Death, former member of the Worst Generation, Trafalgar Law joins the ranks of the Seven Warlords…” You read quietly out loud. 

You turn to Law. He stares at you, expressionless. You look back at the crew. The same response. 

“Well, it’s obviously a mistake. We just write the paper and say there’s been a misconception and it’s not true, right? It’s fine, right? Law?” You question him as you put the paper back on the table. 

The silence continues. You demand an answer. 

“Law? This obviously isn’t true, right?” You step towards him. 

“It is true.” Law finally responds. 

The silence becomes even heavier. 

“Captain… r-respectfully… w-what the hell is going on?” Penguin speaks up with a shaky voice. 

“You hate the government, Captain… now you work for them-?” Ikkaku chimes in. 

“We work for them.” Law butts in. 

The room is quiet again. 

“I have been appointed one of the Seven Warlords. My bounty has been cancelled along with the rest of the crew.” Law turns from his crew to face you this time. “Everyone’s but Daisy’s, that is.” 

“What!?” You reply in shock horror. 

“After the incident at Marine Ford, the World Government is out for blood with any of the Straw Hat Pirates. Telling the Marines that I was harboring you would only complicate matters. You’ll stay here and you’ll stay hidden. Now that I’ve allied with them, it’s assured that they’ll leave us be.” 

“But Captain-“ Bepo starts. 

“I have 60 million berries on my fucking head and you work for the government now?!” You raise your voice. “You bailed out your crew and now I’m stuck here like a stowaway again?!” 

“There’s a reason for all of this.” Law responds. 

“A reason?! PLEASE kindly explain it to us, then!” You shout. 

“Yeah, Captain, we deserve an answer. Why did you hide this from us?” Bepo asks. 

“I hid it to protect you all. You are my crew and I care about you. You all know that is something I don’t say often, but I mean it. I can’t explain it now, but I promise it will all make sense later. You need to trust me. This is temporary.” Law snatches the News Coo from the table. “You need to trust me, it’s all part of a larger plan. If you don’t trust me, you may leave, I understand… but if you wish to stay, your loyalty will be rewarded.” 

Law looks around at his crew once more before retreating down the hall to his office. 

“Fucking bullshit…” You storm down the hall and into your room. You slam the door behind you and begin cleaning your room to keep your mind off the current situation. 

— — 

Law sits at his desk, again pouring over the text about ancient Zoan Devil Fruits, chin resting in his fist. Law was trying to distract himself from the guilt that thrummed in his chest that appeared from keeping such a huge secret from his crew. 

He wished he could tell them… His crew he loved and cared so deeply for… and Daisy, who was upset with him once again… 

They knew nothing of his plan to murder Doflamingo… and they probably never would until after the plan succeeded or failed… He would die trying to complete his mission or come back to his crew successful and have to pick up the pieces of their shattered trust… 

Either way, he had months to plan and build the rapport back up. He was in no shape to take on Doflamingo now, he had much to prepare. Trillions of thoughts whirled around in Law’s head as he mulled over the text at his desk… he couldn’t focus on the words anymore so he resigned and left his office for the showers. 

In his sour mood, Law skulks towards the bathroom quickly, not paying attention to where he was going. 

*OOF*

“Hey, watch it.” Daisy remarks with the laundry basket that was now half full under her arm, the rest of the contents spilled all over the floor after the collision. 

“Sorry, I wasn’t looking-“ Law bends over to help Daisy pick up her clothing that had fallen to the ground and put them back into her bin. 

“Uh, thanks.” Daisy awkwardly hikes the laundry bin over her hip again and passes him to head towards the laundry room in the center of the base. Daisy rounds the corner and Law lets go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. 

Law looks down at the floor and sees a black, amorphous blob on the ground in front of him. He picks it up. It was a pair of lace panties. 

Law gasps, but doesn’t drop them right away, fascinated by how soft they feel between his tattooed fingers. 

D, E, A, T, H. 

“Hey, Cap?” Ikkaku’s voice comes from the opposite end of the hallway. 

In a panic, Law shoves Daisy’s panties into his hoodie pocket. 

“Yes?” Law answers, almost too quickly. 

“You know we’re not mad at you, right? We just wish you would have told us. We would support you always, I wish you’d have more faith in us is all.” Ikkaku smiled softly. 

“I know. It was…” Law sighs. “A selfish decision. I hope you all can understand.” 

“We do. I think you should talk to Bepo, though. He seems pretty beat up.” 

“Thanks. I’ll talk to him.” 

Law pushes open the door to the bathroom and starts the shower. 

— — 

Law returns to his office after his shower and looks at the clock. 

1:48 AM

“When the hell did it get that late?” Law asks himself. 

Law grabs the text from his desk and brings it with him through the archway of the adjoining room to his bed. He throws the textbook onto his bed and strips himself of his jeans before he climbs in after it. 

After flipping through some more pages, he instinctively reaches into his pocket to warm his free hand while reading. 

The panties. 

He still had Daisy’s worn panties in his hoodie pocket. 

Law gingerly pulls them out and unfolds them. He feels his cock twitch at the sight of the skimpy black lace. He knew it was wrong to be aroused but he couldn’t help it… 

Law stares at the panties in his hands. Every fiber of his being is screaming at him to not listen to his intrusive thoughts but he simply can’t resist anymore, the animalistic urge in him taking over… he pulls the panties to his face and takes a deep inhale. 

His eyes roll back in his head. The heady, musky scent of Daisy’s panties fill his senses. 

“Fuck…” 

Law couldn’t help but imagine the sweet, slightly sour , sweaty taste of her cunt after a hard sparring session in the clearing with him… how she might react if he dipped his tongue in between her sensitive lower lips… would she moan? Would she whimper? Would he know what to do? Would she even like it? He knows what she’s been through, he shouldn’t be thinking of her like this… 

“Shit…” Law gasps and unbuckles his belt. He unzips his jeans and frees his suddenly aching cock. 

“Room.” Law creates a room around his office and uses it to lock the deadbolt on the door. 

With a bit of guilt, Law begins to stroke his cock with the hand the panties were currently being held in. It was so wildly wrong, but he couldn’t help it. He had thought of Daisy writhing on his member so many times that this felt almost natural. 

The lacy fabric caused Law to hiss out at the foreign sensation, only having ever felt his hand down there in moments of desperation like this one. Law begin stroking himself slowly with the panties and threw his head back in pleasure. He closed his eyes and thought of her…

He knew he shouldn’t be doing this… but it felt too good to stop…

“Fuck, Daisy…” 

He had finally said it out loud. It felt so sinful, slipping off his tongue in a moment of lust, but it also felt so incredibly right. Her name felt so comforting and safe falling from his lips, Law didn’t even notice how close he was coming to his own finale. 

“Shit!” Law chokes out as he reaches his climax, ropes of thick cum spurting out all over the filched pair of panties. 

As the remnants of his orgasm subside, Law realizes the filth of his actions. He pulls up his underwear and shoves the soiled panties deep inside his laundry basket, thoroughly hoping they will never be discovered in their current state. 

Law tosses the book off his bed and climbs into the covers. With a huge sigh, he tries his best to fall asleep. 

— — 

You smile widely as you pull a fresh apple pie out of the oven, inhaling it’s intoxicating scent as you place it on the counter. 

Suddenly, as if by magic, Shachi and Penguin appear in the galley. 

“Cake?”

“Pie?”

“For us?” They say in unison. 

You laugh. 

“Yes, you vultures. Let me cut a slice for your buzzkill captain and then you can have at it. Make sure Clione gets a slice. You know it’s his favorite, okay?” You say as you carve a piece and put it on a plate to bring to the Captain of the Heart Pirates. You grab a fork and bring the plate down the hall to Law’s office. 

You knock. 

“Yes?”

You enter. 

“Hey… brought you some pie.” You smile and walk towards Law’s desk to set down the plate. 

“Hmm.. Smells good. Sit. Want to show you something.” Law dismisses your dessert and gestures for you to take a seat in the chair across from him again. 

You sigh. 

“Law if this is about my Devil Fruit-“

“I found it.” Law interjects. 

There was a heavy silence. 

“You… what?” You ask 

“Come, look at this drawing…” Law stands up from his chair and beckons you to come around and look at the book on his desk. 

You roll you eyes and get up to look at the dusty tome. You look down and your stomach drops straight through to the floor. 

“That’s… that’s it…” You cover your mouth with one hand. “That’s exactly what it looked like… I remember it…” Your eyes gloss over, being involuntarily brought back to the day you were forced to ingest that Devil Fruit. 

“A wyvern.” Law speaks monotonously, as if he were prescribing you an antacids. 

“A what?” You whisper, unable to speak louder than that. 

“A medieval type dragon. Claws, wings, fire breath, tail… it all makes sense…” Law runs his smooth fingers over the page. 

“This is you, Daisy. You have this power.” He turns his head to look at you in the eye. 

You stumble backwards and fall on the floor. 

“No, I…. I’m not like that.. It’s something else..” You mumble mostly to yourself. “I’m a weird bat or something…”

“Do bats have tails, Daisy?” Law cocks his head and looks at you, sitting on his office floor.

You begin to retort, but Law stops you.

“Do lizards have wings?” You hold eye contact with the doctor. 

“I…” 

“You showed me that this is the fruit you ate. You can’t argue with this anymore. We will proceed with training using this information. Get some rest. We continue tomorrow.” 

You nod and leave Law’s office. 

xx 

[cakerybakery]

Adam was up too late. He didn’t even get to do anything fun, like going out or binge watching all the showed banned in heaven. He just couldn’t sleep.

Tossing and turning most of the night always too warm or too cold, always getting uncomfortable moments before he would have fallen asleep.

He was dead tired and trudged through the day. Lucifer even caught his hand before he could pour a spoonful of rice into his coffee by accident. He had been going for the sugar, which, after Lucifer’s soft hand let his go, made him pause. He drank his coffee black. His brain was misfiring in all kinds of ways.

As he lay down that night to sleep he could feel himself tossing and turning.

There was a soft knock on his door and he got up. On the other side of the door was Lucifer.

Lucifer shifted from foot to foot. Hat, twisting in his hands as he couldn’t quite make eye contact.

“What do you want, short stack?” A chuckled burbled up in the back of Lucifer’s mind. ‘Hee, short stack, cause he’s short and makes pancakes. Nice one me.’

God fuck a duck, he was tired.

“I was wondering if you were still having trouble sleeping?”

“It’s midnight and I’m awake. Guess.”

Lucifer lit up like the day after extermination day fireworks the princess of pep shot out of her fingertips.

‘Is this ass fucker happy I can’t fucking sleep? Little bitch.’

Adam could feel his blink roll from one eye to the next, out of sync with each other. He just wanted to sit down.

Lucifer’s hands were on him and he protested against it as he was herded into the bed and tucked in.

“I’ll sing you a lullaby, just like I used to sing everyone to sleep in the garden at night.” Lucifer fluffed up his coattails and as he sat a chair appeared under his royal ass.

Adam could remember Eden, how nature sounded like a soft tune, and he would drift off. There was no singing.

Before he could question Lucifer on his lie, Lucifer cleared his throw and opened his mouth.

Out came the soft rustle of wind in the trees, the thump of a rabbits foot in the dirt, the trill of a loon, and the lapping of gentle water against the shore.

Having grown use to being among angels it had been easy to forget they weren’t human. The lullaby Lucifer sang wasn’t a song but the sounds of nature getting ready for the night.

In Lucifer’s voice was the unfurling of petals from the moon flowers, the flickering of fireflies, the howl of a pack on the hunt.

Lucifer’s voice carried with it more than sound. Adam could see the setting sun in his mind, gloriously painted across the sky. The bright oranges and red, the soft dark purples, the deep of the dark and the milky way coming out.

He felt the breeze, always warm at night, and the soft grass.

Adam closed his eyes and sleep well for the first time in ten thousand years.

[takingchences]

𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏𝟏

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

series masterlist + my masterlist

They hadn't been able to meet at the park for the last three days due to nonstop rain. Neither of them wanted to risk getting sick when the Festival was just days away.

Those three days gave Bakugou time to reflect on his strange behavior lately, like how he spent a few more minutes on his appearance in the mornings, spraying himself with cologne as if he wasn't going to come home coated in sweat and dirt. He'd even tried to tone himself down whenever her stupid friends were around... which lasted about thirty seconds before they'd had to restrain him from attacking some Troll Doll reject, who'd wandered over to pull Sana away, but not before purposely provoking the ash blonde.

For "shits and giggles," he'd claimed.

But the way that dumbass just crinkled her nose and laughed as she'd run off with the unknown boy was so damn cute and irritating that it only fueled his rage.

Or how her quirk lingered within his veins long after they'd finished training for the day, as if he needed a reminder of how she was slowly worming her way into his life. Lately the strawberry blonde had consumed his every waking thought. Almost every night, his dreams were plagued by twinkling eyes and patronizing smiles. She played a starring role in his favorite nightmares. Her smart mouth drove him insane, and her soft touch made his heart stutter. She'd gotten bolder by the day, often calling him by his first name when they were alone. Sana was touchy-feely with everyone, but she made it a point to wrap herself around his arms and torso like a boa constrictor whenever she felt like it.

She'd fiddled with his hair in class during one of the less interesting lectures and now she was obsessed. "It's so soft," she'd said in amazement. He'd rather shave his head than admit it, but feeling her fingers gently comb through his hair felt nice. Of course, he had to throw a fit every time she did so, but she'd just slap his shoulder lightly, force his head to face forward, and continue. He'd then slouch in his chair, his arms tucked under his chin petulantly.

The rest of their friends got a kick out of it.

It was now Saturday morning. He'd just received a text from Sana in the Bakusquad group chat inviting them to her house to hang out later that night. Her reasoning being that they were all working so hard lately, and what better way to relax and let off steam than to have fun with your friends? He could easily think of a dozen better things to do, but some part of him was hesitant to turn down the offer.

Bakugou pulled out his phone, scowling at the blinking line as he debated if he should text first or not. Luckily, Sana made the decision for him.

Sent 10:04am

Be there by 8 or I'll flambé your ass

The blonde shook his head, fighting the smile threatening to curve his lips. No. He'd rather go shopping with his mother than spend the night stuck in a room with a bunch of stupid extras.

Even if it meant seeing her.

Sana nibbled on her thumbnail, waiting in anticipation as bubbles danced across her screen, indicating that he was typing. She held her breath, every toe and finger crossed in hope that he'd agree to join in on the fun. A chuckle escaped her as she gazed down at the small screen.

Sent 10:07am

Who's kinky now?

¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*･ﾟ¸☾⋆*

Bakugou found himself in front of her house hours later, his hands shoved deeply inside his pockets since he refused to knock or ring the doorbell. He still wasn't convinced on whether or not he should make his presence known or get the hell out of there-

The door swung open suddenly, a smug Sana bracing her hip against the doorframe. "I knew you couldn't resist."

"Whatever." He scoffed, turning to leave.

She shot forward, her fingers locking around his wrist and dragging him inside. "Nuh uh," she tutted, her other hand quickly wrapping around his bicep. "You're not going anywhere, mister." They both knew that Bakugou could easily break out of the hold, but something about the way she was hugging his arm to her chest made him feel warm and strange.

She pulled him deeper into the house, where laughter and music could be heard. Down the hall and to the left was a massive den area equipped with three couches arranged in a semicircle facing the biggest flat screen TV he'd ever seen. The sounds of Mario Kart were instantly recognizable as Sero and Denki sat hunched in their seats, shouting at the TV. The lightning boy had brown stains smeared across his mouth and cheeks, his bangs tied back and out of his face by a pink scrunchie.

"Bakubro!" Kirishima fist bumped the air, nearly tumbling off the arm of the couch he was perched on. "You made it!" The others chimed in, welcoming the ash blonde. The two gamers mindlessly waved, unable to tear themselves away from the screen.

"I told you he'd be here, Eiji!" Sana sang, smirking proudly up at Bakugou, who sneered in response.

Pop music filtered through speakers spread out around the room. Jirou was lounging in the corner, taking over as DJ of the party as she plugged in her phone. The switch cut the current song off midway through before starting a soft rock playlist. With her father out of town and Umi visiting her son and his family, Sana had free reign of the house.

The delicious aroma of snacks tickled his nose as Sana dragged him over to fix a plate. The strawberry blonde had to forcefully remove Mina from where she'd planted herself in front of the chocolate fondue. Her rosy cheeks were stuffed to capacity, like a chipmunk on a sugar high.

Outwardly, the ash blonde looked about as thrilled to be there as Mr. Aizawa at a press conference... or anything social really. Internally, he didn't feel much different. Get me the hell out-

Mina's hysterical laughter drew his attention as Kaminari dramatically fell to his hands and knees, his half of the screen now pitch black. "Curse you Rainbow Road!" He sobbed, shaking a fist up at the heavens, with Sero/Princess Peach placing third less than a minute later. The raven-haired boy jumped to his feet, cheering and whooping victoriously as his avatar popped wheelies. Kaminari (aka Baby Luigi in a stroller) was placed back on the track, coming in hot around a sharp corner... only to skid off the track once again.

To no one's surprise, he ranked last that round.

Mina and Kirishima made grabby hands for the controllers next. "Hand it over, chump!" She tried to wrestle the device from the blonde's hands. "Let the master show you how it's done."

"Guys! I have more controllers," Sana sighed, shoving the plate of snacks into Bakugou's hands and speeding away to break apart the two bodies now rolling across the floor. By some miracle, the solar girl eventually convinced the oversized toddlers to start a new tournament, so that everyone could participate.

Sana pulled Bakugou into the seat next to her, thoroughly enjoying his disgruntled expression. Jirou stretched out across the third couch, making dry comments about each player's progress and cackling each time Denki crashed into a wall, which was often. As the game went on, Bakugou registered a weight on his shoulder and blushed furiously. After three races, and no change in the blonde's attitude, Sana had enough. "Lighten up," she scolded playfully, lifting her head from his shoulder and jostling him with her's. "You're supposed to be having fun."

"This is fucking lame."

She rolled her eyes, her lips nearly brushing against his heated skin as she leaned in to whisper. "Well, what do you want to do?"

Bakugou looked at her, like, really looked at her. She was so close that it almost made him nervous. He was never nervous. He was Katsuki fucking Bakugou.

Her eyes danced across his features, lingering on his pouty mouth for a fraction too long.

Fucking Hell, they both internally groaned.

After the tournament ended, Jirou cranked up the music. With Nicki Minaj blasting through the speakers, everyone was smiling and singing along. They all danced in a group while Bakugou scrolled through unread texts from his mother. Mina and Sana were obviously the only ones with dance backgrounds, hip hop and ballet respectively. Kirishima knew every dad move ever to exist, while Denki pulled out old school moves like the worm, the sprinkler, and the funky chicken. Sero, not one to be out danced, proved to be a shuffle master.

Bakugou happened to look up and see Kaminari moving close to Sana, taking her hand and spinning her around. She laughed as he pulled her closer to whisper something in her ear. She leaned back, a grin spreading across her lips as she placed her free hand on his chest.

Fuck this.

"I'm out, losers." Bakugou announced, shoving his hands into his pockets and storming out of the room. His hand was on the door by the time Sana caught up to him.

"Wait a second!" She moved to grab his arm, but he pulled away, whirling around. "What's wrong?" She asked, reaching for him once more. He avoided her again. "Hey, talk to me." She shook her head, glancing behind them to make sure they were alone. "What's going on?"

"I didn't want to come to this stupid fucking party!" He nearly shouted, whirling around to face her.

Sana gaped at him for a second. "Okay," she dragged out the word. "So then why did you?"

An easy, simple question, but he couldn't for the life of him figure out the answer. He ran a hand through his hair, wanting to rip it out in frustration. Why had he come? He'd known it was a waste of his time, but he'd shown up anyway. Why, dammit?

The sunset haired girl sighed.

"Bakugou," she glanced back down the hall. "The whole point of tonight was to have fun and relax. You're so tense and worked up all the time. I thought this would be nice for all of us." Her eyes were sad.

"Yeah, it looked real fucking nice for you," he gestured angrily towards the living room. "Dunce Face couldn't keep his hands off you."

"What?"

"What?" He repeated, both teens looking at the other like they'd lost their mind. "Are you fucking blind? He likes you!" Sana shoved his chest until they were safely on the porch, closing the door behind them.

"He likes anyone that'll give him the time of day!" She argued. "It's fucking Denki we're talking about!" She pushed her hair back out of her face. "What does it matter anyway?"

"What about Troll Doll, huh? Or that damn Icy Hot bastard?"

Sana threw her arms out in exasperation. "What about them?!"

"They're not good enough!" Bakugou was practically screeching now.

Sana took a step back in surprise. Was it possible? Was Bakugou... jealous?

"You think any of those idiots are right for you? You think any of them are gonna wake up at the crack of dawn for you? You think one of them can handle it when your quirk gets out of control?" His chest was heaving as he spat the words. The memory of Sana being carried by Todoroki only feeding into the anger. Her calling that bastard's name to save her—reaching out for him, instead. His vermilion eyes locked on her, daring her to focus on anything but him. "Does he challenge you? Respect you?" He dragged his hands through his hair, his expression almost pained. "Can he fucking see you?"

Sana was stunned.

"See past the bullshit act you put on? Put up with your loud ass mouth... and not run for the fucking hills?" Bakugou's knuckles were bone white, his fists trembling as smoke trailed off them.

There was a heavy silence as they each processed what he had and hadn't said.

Can you handle this? Was what she'd heard underneath it all. Can you handle me? She wanted to say yes, repeat it again and again until he finally believed her, but she wasn't the one hesitating here.

"I'm willing to try, Katsuki." She released a shaky breath, unable to form words. Her heart fluttered and broke at the same time, each harsh beat threatening to crack the fragile peace. "Are you?"

Bakugou stiffened, turning his face away. His expression was as cool and unreadable as stone.

He'd never felt more out of his depth than now. His knowledge of dating was limited to the romance novels he read in secret. Personal experience? Nonexistent. Girls had always been intimidated by him because of his abrasive personality, but to be fair, he hadn't been paying them much attention either. His drive to be the best, the strongest, consumed every aspect of his life but that. To him, a relationship would only serve as a distraction, steering him off course on his journey to the top. But it was only recently that he'd started to doubt his own logic.

He was always so laser focused on his goals, his future, that he sort of missed out on the normal teenage experience. He'd never been in love, or had his heart broken. He could count the number of times he'd held a girl's hand, all of which occurred after entering U.A... and with the prettiest, most annoying dumbass to top it off.

If only she weren't so much like him—a lit stick of dynamite ready to combust at any given moment. Their shared stubbornness could be their undoing.

Sana waited, hoping for him to continue his confession, but as the silence dragged on, she could practically see his emotional walls coming up. He'd completely shut down, leaving her with a million unanswered questions. She gestured towards the front door. "All I wanted was for you to see that there are people that care about you, that want to spend time with you and get to know you. That I-" she pressed a hand against her pounding heart.

The ash blonde groaned. "Not this shit again-"

"It doesn't make you weak to care about someone, or to let someone care for you." She insisted, her voice stronger than before. "We all need to know that someone cares. That we're not alone, no matter how much it may feel like it." Her mouth quirked in a sad smile, her eyes turning distant.

Sana sighed. It was a deep, melancholy sound.

"But I remember how well you took my last piece of advice, so I'll save myself the trouble this time." She turned her back to the blonde, retreating back into the house. "Good night, Bakugou."

Relationships have the potential to weaken some people... but Bakugou was quickly learning that having someone with the same goals and level of drive could also be a source of strength and encouragement. Someone to help mold you into a better version of the person you were meant to be, and vice versa. Bakugou needed that, someone to keep him in check and soften his rougher edges.

"I'm willing to try, Katsuki."

It was time he started trying, too.

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-Five

The Search Continued

After he found it he set it down on the sandy, muddy shore, pulled his knife out and began to cut off the sleeves of his flannel. “We need to get you back to Hershel,” I told him, taking the water soaked sleeves he had tied together. “I can do it myself!” I swatted his hand away and proceeded to wrap it around his waist. “This is going to hurt.” I pulled the makeshift tourniquet tight around his waist, making Daryl grunted in pain.

He took a deep breath and stood up, grabbing his crossbow along the way. I looked up the steep bank trying to figure out how we were going to get up it with him being injured. I was about to say something when a rustling from the bushes across the way rustled. Daryl and I made eye contact and stayed silent for a few minutes. Then we began to climb, I was ahead of him, trying to find the easiest way to go. Daryl still had the branch, using it as a crutch to pull himself up. I kept looking back and making sure to wait until he got closer to me to move further up.

After a while, he threw the branch he was using down. “Grab hold of this tree here,” I told him, pointing to a small tree. He reached up, wrapping his hand around it to pull himself up, but when he tried, his foot slipped out from under him, and he went rolling back down the incline. “Shit! Daryl!” I started back down, slipping and sliding, grabbing a hold of tree roots and trunks to help slow myself. Unfortunately, that didn't work all that well and I ended up losing my footing and slid down to the bottom of my ass, scraping the palms of my hands while trying to slow myself with them and trying to dip my heels into the loose dirt.

“Had a shitty day, bro.”

I heard Daryl talking…well more like mumbling, but he was talking to someone that wasn't here. “Daryl? Daryl, hey, look at me.�� I put my hands on his cheeks, turning his head so he could see me. “Don't move. Hey! Open your eyes!”

“Shut up, man.you don't know shit,” he mumbled. He was looking at something only he could see over my shoulder. “Who the fuck are you talking to?” His eyes started to close and he mumbled something incoherent. “Daryl. Hey! Open your fucking eyes!” I tapped on his face, patting his cheek. Rustling in the bushes behind us made me pat his cheek harder and faster. “Daryl, I need you to wake the fuck up! Now!” This time I just out right slapped him. His eyes popped open and his hand tightly grabbed my wrist. “You need to get up!”

Daryl

I must have hit my damn head pretty hard. Merle was standin’ over me, throwing insults like he always does. I could faintly hear yn voice trying to rouse me from my daze. “You need to get up!” She sounded so far away but she was hovering over me. I could see the worry in her e/c eyes.

“Do as your little girlfriend says. Beat ya haven't even felt how tight that cunt is.” He had a smile on his face that pissed me off. “Shut up, man, you don't know shit!” Merle laughed and racked his eyes over yn body. “So you have been inside that pussy. Well, damn little brother, why didn't ya tell me?” Yn looked behind her and her muffled voice said something to me that I couldn't understand. My eyes rolled back and closed. My eyes shot open when a hard slap left a stinging on my cheek. “You need to get up!” Yn said standing up and walking away.

Yn

I stood up, pulling my knife and walking towards the walkers that were coming out from behind the bushes across from where we were. I stabbed the first one, then the second one with no problem, and headed back towards Daryl; he was slowly waking. I was so focused on him that I didn't hear a walker coming up behind me. It knocked me off balance and I fell with it coming down on top of me. My knife went flying out of my hand and out of reach.

I reached up to holded away from me with one hand while the other desperately searched for something, anything, to hit it in the head with. “Daryl!” I was struggling to keep Its rotting teeth from biting into the flesh on my face. “Daryl! Daryl, damnit wake the fuck up!” I brought my other arm up and pressed it against its throat. The walker was a lot bigger than me and heavier. My arms were starting to shake from the pressure it was putting in them. Its teeth snapped inches from my face.

I closed my eyes getting ready for the white hot pain of my flesh being ripped from my body. But it never happened. The walker was pulled off of me and Daryl was standing over me, crossbow in one hand, the arrow missing from his side, and his free hand outstretched towards me. I let out a sigh of relief and took his hand, letting him help me up. “Ya alright? Didn't bite ya did it?” I shook my head and looked down at the walker. “Thanks.” I brushed myself off then pointed to his side. “You shouldn't have taken that out, but I understand why you had to.”

I walked closer to him and reached my hand out towards his shirt, but didn't touch him. “May I look at it?” I asked. “I just want to see how bad it is.” He chewed on his bottom lip and lightly nodded his head. With shaky hands I grabbed the bottom of his soaked flannel and lifted it until I saw the wound. “Definitely gonna need stitches. We need to keep pressure on it until we get back to the farm.” I looked at the exit wound on his back but didn't lift his shirt up past that. I knew about the scars and I know how uncomfortable they made Daryl feel when people saw them. So I just took a quick look and let his shirt fall back down.

After making sure that we had something wrapped around his wound And he ate a raw squirrel, we made our way up the steep embankment again. It was rough and took us a while but we finally made it. When we got to the top Daryl yelled something to someone that wasn't even there. “Are you okay? I know you hit your head but I didn't think it was that hard.” mad grumbled something under his breath and we continued our way back to the farm.

“Finally!” I sighed as we came out of the woods. At this point Daryl was dragging his crossbow and I was a few feet behind him. We were both so exhausted we could barely keep going. The farm was in view though and that made me fucking happy because fuck that horse and fuck those woods.

I could see people running towards us and then a gunshot went off. Daryl fell to the ground and something pierced my shoulder, knocking me back. “Fuck! What the fuck!” I screamed, pressing my hand to my shoulder. Someone just fucking shot me! “No! No!” Rick screamed where he was by Darylal"Who the fuck just shot me?!” I yelled. Glenn was rushing over to me and helped me up.

We headed across the farm and Andrea came running towards us. “Oh, my God is he okay?” She asked. “He's fine. We need to get him to Hershel, same with yn,” Rick told her. She looked at me, her eyes wide. “oh God, yn, i'm so sorry.” She gasped and stumbled back when my right fist met her left cheekbone. “Fucking bitch!”

“Hey, isn't this Sophia's?” We turned to see T-dog holding up Sophia's doll.

[lunajay33]

Hope☁️

Summary: Reader and Daryl have been together since the start and are now living in Alexandria, but they get caught by the Saviors and this might be her last chance to tell him she’s pregnant

•Masterlist•

“Daryl please don’t go out there” I pleaded

“I have to” he said as he rode off

I ran up to Glenn and Rosita

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Glenn asked

“Daryl he left to go find the others and I’m scared he’s going to do something, please come with me to find him” I pleaded

“Okay let’s go”

We all got in the car and rode off after Daryl, the saviors have been on our asses and I just had this feeling that something was wrong

After a while of driving we caught up to his bike and got him to pull over, I ran out to him and holding him close

“Daryl please come back, somethings gonna go wrong I can feel it” I cried as I brushed his hair back

“I gotta go after them love I can’t leave them out there” he only ever showed me this side of him

“Fine but we are coming with you” i stated

“No you’re going back, I don’t want you out here” he said tracing my hips

“I don’t want you out here either Daryl, I can’t lose you” my lip quivered

“Ya aint gonna lose me” he said wiping my tears away

And that’s when we heard it, the whistling and then everything went black

When I woke up all I saw was black and little streams of light coming in through the holes of what I assumed was a door

“Daryl?” I groaned feeling pain on the back of my head

“Y/n are you okay?” I could feel him holding me close

“Daryl I’m scared what are we gonna do?”

“Why are you so scared suddenly, you’re my girl and ya barely get scared” he asked confused

“Daryl….I need to tell you something”

“What?”

“I’m pre” before I could finish telling him he was gonna be a dad to the baby I’m carrying the doors ripped open and we were all pulled out harshly, being thrown to the ground

I looked up and saw the rest of the group sat in a row, I was sitting next to Abraham and Daryl was further away from me, now in the light I could see he put up a fight when we got taken and it broke my heart

“I think you’re ready to see the man himself” a man with half his face burned said as he went and knocked on the RV

A tall man walked out, a bat wrapped in barb wire, I could feel my heart beating hard in my chest, my palms sweating, what if I die here or Daryl and I don’t even get to tell him I’m pregnant

“Are we pissing our pants yet?” He stated walking back and forth looking at each one of us

He mainly spoke to Rick seeing as he was the leader, he wanted Rick to submit to him to be one of his people

“Maybe Rick will be with me and if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we?I mean...the ones that are left” he said making me panic more, I didn’t know what to do and that man realized I was panicking

He came over laughing kneeling infront of me

“Oh sugar, that’s what I like to see, pure panic, utter terror” he said squeezing my jaw

I glanced over at Daryl seeing him grasp and dig his hands into the dirt, unfortunately Negans eyes followed mine

“Ohohoho, mans over here’s got himself some ass” he said making his group laugh

“Now tell me, how’d a guy like you land a beauty like that?”

“Cuz I ain’t a prick” Daryl said making him laugh

“You got fight, I like that”

“I got an idea….my mother…told me…to pick…the very…best….and you….are….it, anybody moves, anybody says anything cut the other boys eye out and feed it to his father, You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry, hell you’re all gonna be doing that” and with that he smashed his bat down on Abraham’s head, blood spilling down his head

It felt like I couldn’t breathe, like my brain stopped, I just stared in horror

“Wow taking it like a champ”

“Suck…..my……nuts” he slurred out

Negan bashed his head in over and over and over again, flinching when the blood spattered on me I could feel it painting my face, I looked at his mushed head, the pain hurt so much the fear was overwhelming and the utter sight in front of me made me throw up

“God damn girl, you really got a weak stomach” this was normal for me, it was definitely the pregnancy

“Maybe I should put you out of your misery in the hard to stomach world, you wouldn’t be useful” he said waving his bat infront of me

“No no no please no, you can’t I….I”

“Spit it out” he yelled

“I’m pregnant”

“Damn you really were getting ass” he laughed, Daryl looked at me tears streaming down his face

“Ohhhhh you didn’t know, what a shame” negan said noticing the looks we were giving each other

I could see the anger rise in Daryl, he shot up and punched Negan

“Daryl NO” I cried

“That is a no no, I told you people once, the first times free but now… there’s consequences, so…back to it” he turned around and again took another member away from us, he killed Glenn, I felt like my heart had broken into a million pieces

We sat there for hours as he tortured us

“Suns rising bout time to end this, load him up” he said pointing to Daryl

“No please I need him” I pleaded

“He’s mine now sugar”

The saviors left, left with my love, with my everything, left us all here broken

I needed to get him back, this can’t be it

—-//—-////——

PART 2

[mrsaltieri-real]

Freaky (Bodyswapped!Mickey Altieri)

Word count: 1k

After trying (and failing) to kill you with a mysterious knife he bought off a stranger, Mickey wakes up and discovers that he’s somehow ended up in your body

So I just finished watching Freaky after it was so kindly recommended for me and I loved the concept so much. So fucking cool. So I wrote a quick tiny little thing with Mickey as Ghostface stabbing the reader and his body swapping with hers. It’s a really small little thing that just sprang to mind but I feel like I could write a whole ass series on something like this.

Warning/s: body swap, language, attempted murder, injury, blood, Mickey’s a lil sadistic, he looks and touches your breasts, etc

Enjoy!

“It’s like you fucking want to die.” Ghostface laughed as you stumbled and fell to the ground, a gasp escaping you as you scraped your hands on the hard concrete below. You felt his gloved hand grab your upper arm and throw you onto your back, smiling as he moved over you, pressing his knee to your stomach forcefully and knocking the air out of your lungs, one hand gripping your throat and squeezing tight. The glint of the strange looking blade gleamed in the street lights as he raised it, his other hand sliding from your throat to press harshly on your chest, pinning you there.

“No, don't, please don’t!” You screamed as the blade began to come down toward your chest. You instinctively jerked your knee into his stomach, causing him to let out a grunt and fall a little, the blade piercing into the flesh of your left shoulder.

“Agh! What the fuck?” He jolted sharply away from you, falling back as his hand clutched at his own left shoulder, pulling it back and looking in shock at his gloved hand covered in blood.

As soon as he was off of you you grasped your own shoulder, noticing the blood pooling out of yours too.

The masked man tilted his head at you a little in evident confusion before slowly getting to his feet and pointing the blade at you.

“I’ll be back for you, bitch.” He muttered before spinning on his heel and running into the darkness.

You limped through the door of your dorm room when the hospital and police finally let you go home, the bottle of painkillers clutched between your fingers. You didn’t tell them what really happened, how could they believe you? That when Ghostface stabbed you it somehow injured him too? They’d think you were insane.

Maybe you were. Maybe the adrenaline had made you crazy, made you see things that didn’t really happen.

Dropping your keys in the small glass bowl by the door you decided to take a quick shower and wash the blood and dirt out of your hair. You were exhausted, in a lot of pain and felt like you really had gone fucking insane.

Mickey woke up the next morning to the sound of his phone buzzing loudly next to him. Did he change his ring tone or something? Weird.

Letting out a small groan he opened his eyes. He decided to let the phone ring out, lifting his hand to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He suddenly paused, blinking a couple of times till his vision stopped blurring before staring at his hand in confusion, not seeing his own large calloused ones but ones that were rather petite and dainty, with large gashes cut into the palms.

“Huh?” He muttered, jumping at the sound of his voice. Well, not his voice.

“What the fuck?” He said loudly, jumping at the pitch and tone of his- that sound coming out of him.

Raising his hand again, he touched his face and felt features that definitely didn’t belong to him. He looked down at his body, seeing the soft curves and breasts of what very evidently was not his own long, toned physique. He glanced around him, seeing a mirror on the bedside table and snatching it into his hands, shakily lifting it so he could stare into it.

“What the fuck?!” He shouted louder as he saw your horrified reflection staring back at him. He jumped out of the bed, dropping the mirror to the ground so it smashed loudly onto the hardwood floor, staring around the room, completely bewildered. This wasn’t his dorm, he wasn’t himself and he was freaking the fuck out. He was you, the girl he tried to kill last night.

His- your eyes caught the floor length mirror in the corner of the room and he walked over slowly, eyeing up the reflection peering curiously back at him. He lifted his hand to touch the soft hair, pulling a strand to his face to sniff it tentatively.

Huh. He thought to himself, dropping the strand back into place. His eyes roamed your body, tilting his head a little. Wow, he never really noticed before what with him trying to kill you but you were hot. He lifted his hands to the hem of your shirt, lifting it up and let out a small laugh.

“Ha, nice.” He chuckled as he looked at your breasts curiously and palmed one with his hand, smiling as he felt the satisfying soft flesh and still flinching a little when he heard your voice.

“Never should’ve bought a weird ass knife off of someone on the Internet.” He mumbled, dropping the shirt again and turning around.

What did this mean? If he was you… did that mean you were him? He felt your body stiffen with realisation of what this meant. If you were in his body it wouldn’t take you long to figure out that he was Ghostface. But did you even know who he was? He’d been watching you for days, tracking you and stalking you to learn your routine to make killing you a little more fun for him. But you ran in completely different circles, who knows if you’d ever even noticed him?

“Fucking shit!” He shouted angrily and he grabbed the phone off of your bedside table, flipping it open as his eyes scanned through your contacts trying to look for a familiar name of someone you could both have in common.

Nothing.

He relaxed just a little, dropping the phone on the bed and sitting down, running his hand over your face. How was any of this even possible? What the hell was he supposed to do now? Even though it didn’t seem like you had any friends in common, his dorm was full of pictures, videos and that goddamn fucking Ghostface costume, as well as the knife he’d bought only the other day specially to kill you.

He racked his brain for a couple of seconds, thinking. And then it struck him. Nobody would ever suspect you. You were a sweet little thing, incapable of doing what he did to CiCi Cooper a few nights ago. You were kind, popular and sociable. The perfect disguise. In that moment, making your lips turn up into a depraved smile he knew what he had to do.

He had to kill you, then he had to become you.

[kimberly40]

Southernisms:

Dumb as a bag full of hammers.

Meaner than a skillet full of rattlesnakes.

I won't say it's far, but I had to grease the wagon twice before I hit the main road.

If a trip around the world cost a dollar, I couldn't get to the state line.

He looks like he was inside the outhouse when lightening struck.

She looks like she was born down wind from the outhouse.

Never kick a fresh turd on a hot day.

Never smack a man who's chewin' tobacco.

The quickest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it back in your pocket.

Scared as a sinner in a cyclone.

Scared as a cat at the dog pound.

She's so ugly she'd make a freight train take a dirt road.

He's so ugly his cooties have to close their eyes.

So ugly his mama takes him everywhere she goes so she doesn't have to kiss him goodbye.

She looks like she fell face-down in the sticker patch and cows ran over her.

He looks like the dogs have been keepin' him under the porch.

He's about as sharp as a mashed potato.

So dusty the rabbits are digging holes six feet in the air.

It'll last about as long as a fart in a whirlwind.

He's rough as a corn cob.

He's got enough money to burn a wet mule.

He's about as sharp as a bag full of wet mice.

It's as dry as the dust in a mummy's pocket.

It's about as scarce as bird crap in a cuckoo clock.

He's as tight as the pages in a book.

This race is as tight as the rusted lug nuts on a '55 Ford.

It’s hot enough to peel house paint.

Running like a squirrel in a cage.

Safe as a tick on a dog with a stiff neck.

He couldn't pour rain out of a boot with a hole in the toe and directions on the heel.

If dumb was dirt, he'd cover about half an acre.

So windy we're using a log chain instead of a wind sock.

Tighter than bark on a tree.

As welcome as an outhouse breeze.

Her hair looks like a cats been suckin' on it.

We were so poor my brother and me had to ride double on our stick horse.

As bad-off as a rubber-nosed woodpecker in a petrified forest.

As confused as a cow on astroturf.

It was so hot you could pull a baked potato right out of the ground.

It's so dry the trees are whistling for the dogs.

Busier than a cat covering crap on a marble floor.

If things get any better around here, I may have to hire someone to help me enjoy it.

Well knock me down and steal muh teeth!

Cute as a box full of puppies.

You can't get rid of 'em. He's like a booger you can't thump off.

It's about as hard as trying to steer a herd of cats.

The wheels still turning, but the hamster's dead.

He's so confused he doesn't know whether to scratch his watch or wind his ass.

She was as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.

So crooked you can't tell from his tracks if he's coming or going.

I wouldn't trust him any farther than I can throw him.

He's got more guts than you could hang on a fence.

So dry the catfish are carrying canteens.

So dry I'm spitting cotton.

So hot the hens are laying hard-boiled eggs.

Cold as a frosted frog.

Cold as an ex-wife's heart.

Cold as a cast iron commode.

Cold as a banker's heart.

She's about as useful as buttons on a dishrag.

He's tougher than a two-dollar steak.

Happy as a puppy with two tails.

She’s got enough wrinkles to hold an eight-day rain.

That’s about as useful as a trap door on a canoe!

He’s busier than a one-legged man at a butt-kickin contest!

He’s so dumb he couldn’t piss his name in the snow.

That politician’s so crooked he could hide behind a cork screw!

That baby was so ugly the Doctor spanked the Momma!

She’s so ugly she’s got ten-foot pole marks all over her.

It’s rainin’ so hard it sounds like a cow pissing on a flat rock.

He’s so bad off, his eyes looked like two piss-holes in a snowbank.

Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit!

Her hair looks like it caught on fire and somebody put it out with a brick.

He couldn’t find his rear with his hands in his back pockets.

It’s raining so hard the animals are starting to pair up.

His pants were so tight that if he farted, he’d blow his boots off.

Raising kids is like being pecked to death by a chicken.

He’s so skinny, his pants had only one back pocket.

He was mean enough to hunt bears with a hickory switch.

He was ugly as a burnt boot.

Tougher than the back end of a shootin' gallery.

...Thank You, Dear Lord, for blessing me with being a Southerner.

•Photo taken near Spruce Pine, North Carolina

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter sixty-one // death eater ! tom hiddleston x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 2.8k

warnings for this chapter: smut, bjs, fingering, choking

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-One:

“Melisa, you have to control it!”

The great swirling mass knocks me on my ass again. Breathless, lightheaded, and frustrated as fuck, I glare at Professor Higgins and bite back the profanity on the tip of my tongue. Wind whips his short white hair about his head, my pink strands start to swirl within my vision.

Thunder cracks, the booming sound my only warning before the mass charges toward me like a Graphorn. I throw my hand up, the spell sputtering out of my mouth. “P-piert-to –“

The cloudy mass gets too close and I roll out of its way just in time. It’s behind me, out of sight, and just as I get to my feet, I’m knocked down again.

“Come on, don’t give up just yet!” Higgins calls.

“I haven’t given up!” I snap angrily, shoving my fists into the dirt to push myself to my knees. “The damn thing just –“

Another loud crack of thunder and the wind picks up, drowning out my words. The mass hovers, dark clouds churning with growing speed. Flashes of lightning strike from within its core, spreading like white veins just beneath the misty surface. I watch in horror as the mass gets sucked into its center, almost disappearing completely before exploding outward with a roar. The black clouds cover the sky, pouring rain upon us.

“Now’s the time!” I look to Higgins at his words. Even as the rain runs rivulets down his  face, he grins encouragingly and gives me a thumbs up. “It’s waiting for you!”

My eyes are wide as saucers as I stare up at the sky, mouth agape, lips trying to form the words. Lightning flies across the clouds and the thunder in its wake makes my very bones tremble.

My shoulders rise as I inhale, trying to suck in the magic thick in the air. “Pierto – !”

I’m woken by Thomus trying to gently slide out from under me. I peel my cheek from his chest, making a face when I feel a little puddle of drool smear across my chin. Propping myself up on my elbow, I quickly wipe it away with the heel of my hand.

I’m not quite awake yet and so it takes me until this moment to realize I’d been dreaming. There’s a strange sense of déjà vu. I’m convinced it never happened and yet… it was all so familiar.

He’s still trying to slide away, so I secure my foot on the other side of his thigh. I slip my hand under his side and nestle my face into his neck, sleepily planting kisses along his jaw. His beard has grown long enough that it’s not scratchy, just soft.

Tension leaves his body as he relaxes beneath me. I lift my head and trail my lips to his, kissing him sweetly. He returns the kiss, the arm draped over my shoulder brings his hand to the back of my head. His other hand cups my cheek.

He pulls back enough to say something, lips whispering over mine. I can’t hear what he’s saying, but he holds my head and tries to reposition himself, backing out of bed.

I have enough movement to shake my head. I don’t want him to leave. He needs to stay and answer my questions. He needs to stay because I miss him when he’s gone.

Since my hand tucked into his side did absolutely nothing, I move it to his shoulder and shove him back down. My lips immediately find his chest, dragging kisses down his sternum. He releases my head as I slide down the bed, my fingers and lips trace down his little happy trail along his stomach.

When I’m at his pelvis, my hand continues until it finds him, hard and hot against my palm. I feel the blanket get shoved away as I kiss around the base of his cock. He smells of sex and sweat with the barest hints of his usual scent, a heady combination that has me throbbing between my legs. My flattened tongue drags up the underside of his cock, circling around the head before diving back down to his base, smoothly scooping a sack into my mouth. I suck lightly, my tongue lathing at the skin. Thomus squirms, thighs moving beneath my breasts as his hips roll.

As my mouth finally wraps around the head of him, I realize he tastes like sex, too. Slightly sticky, tangy, and salty, it makes my mouth water. I let it drip down his length, my hand comes up to pump him beneath my lips, using my saliva as lube. His tip is leaking pre-cum when I suck, bobbing my head up and down.

My elbow supporting my weight, I tuck my forearm along his side, my hand pressed flat along his ribs. He’s breathing heavily and I feel a burst of vibration when my tongue laps the underside of his head.

His hips won’t keep still and his hand scoops up my hair, fisting it at the back of my head. His grip is tight as he pulls and soon he’s guiding my head, slowly dragging his cock out of my mouth. Then he’s pushing my head back down, filling my mouth until his head hits the back of my throat and I gag. He immediately lightens his hold, but after a brief second to pull air in through my nose, I push myself down on his cock. He’s probing my throat and I repeatedly close it around his head.

There’s another more prominent vibration from his chest and I feel his sack tighten beneath my hand before his cum floods the back of my throat. His cock throbs and pulses on my tongue. My head lifts slightly as I continue to swallow around him, but his hand on my head holds me down. I dispel air through my lungs like I’m moaning.

I would definitely moan if I could. I press my thighs together, feeling how slick I am as I continue to drink in his orgasm. His hand lightens on my head as his pleasure dims and I give him one last good suck before pulling my mouth off.

I can’t keep the smile off my face as I push myself up, a hand running along his inner thigh.

My smile vanishes when I feel him sit up, his hand snapping to my throat. My breath comes out in pants as his long, strong fingers press in and squeeze. His lips brush my cheek when he releases the pressure and the lightheaded feeling makes my eyes roll back. He keeps his hold as he kisses me, his tongue diving into my mouth, no doubt tasting himself.

After a moment, he’s guiding me again. His hand still on my throat, he maneuvers me until I’m kneeling on the bed. My thighs are spread wide and I rest my butt on my heels as his other hand slips beneath me. His fingers slide up and down my slit, spreading my arousal around, my hips rocking as he circles my clit.

My chest heaves as his fingers squeeze my throat again, the ones between my legs slipping into my pussy. They go knuckle deep as I press my weight down. Just as he curls them against my g-spot, he loosens the ones at my neck. Blood rushes in and my hips roll against his hand, my head swimming with pleasure.

He quickly squeezes again, his thumb finding my clit as his fingers massage inside me. My internal muscles clench around his digits and my hips rock against his hand as if I were straddling him. One of my hands clutches his forearm, the one attached to the hand around my neck, my other braced on his shoulder at the crook of his neck.

He leans forward his forehead pressing against mine. I’d try to kiss him, but I’m too busy panting. My hips grind down on his hand, pumping his fingers in and out. My orgasms so close.

His fingers do a quick release on my neck before pressing in harder than before. The brief rush propels my hips to jerk uncontrollably, desperately fucking his hand.

My eyes roll into the back of my head and my lungs cease to work when my orgasm hits. It crashes into me like a tidal wave when he lightens his hold on my throat. All the blood rushes to my head and my jaw drops with a silent scream. My hand on his shoulder and his on my neck is the only reason I stay upright as my head drowns, giving in to the dizziness as my pussy contracts around his fingers.

My movements come to a stop altogether as I settle down. He removes his hand from between my legs and I feel him bring it to his mouth. When it falls away, he kisses me, and I can  taste myself on his tongue.

Then his hands drop from me. Mine are still on him so I can feel him turn, putting his back to me as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed. I grab his shoulders and quickly crawl after him, pressing my chest against his back.

With one hand on his chest, my arms draped around him, I use my other to fingerspell stay. My cheek is in his hair and I feel when he shakes his head.

He puts his hand against my palm. C – A – N – T

I hug him tighter to me and use one letter to press for answers. Y?

Thomus shakes his head again. B – U – S – Y

The serotonin and dopamine that had flooded my body quickly drains. Busy doing what? Death Eater stuff? Hunting down George or maybe a curse breaker? Whatever it is, it’s taking him away.

My lips drop to his shoulder and I squeeze my eyes shut as I hug him. My chest hitches on a breath as I try not to cry. My fingers start to form more letters, asking a question I’m dreading the answer to.

F – I – X – M – E ?

His chest expands with a heavy sigh and his hand just pats the back of mine. Is that it? Is that the only answer I’m getting? What does that even mean?

He leans his head back against me for a brief moment before he grabs my wrists, gently prying me off. I let him go without any fuss, barely keeping my emotions under control. I keep my eyes closed to fight off tears from falling down my cheeks.

I just want answers. I just want reassurance. Does he just not want to sign? Is communicating with me too much trouble for him to bother?

Or am I asking for too much? Am all I good for now is a bed partner? The classic trope of a whore who catches feelings for someone who won’t ever return them.

I grab the sheet and pull it up to my shoulders, shielding my body from him as he stands. Under the sheet, I move until I’m on my butt, waiting for him to interact with me. Waiting for his inevitable goodbye.

But it doesn’t come.

Instead, I feel the now-familiar elf hand on my shoulder after they’ve climbed onto the bed. I give them my hand, so they can guide it to a stack of neatly folded clothes, my outfit for the day.

I ask where Thomus is and the elf’s tiny fingers tell me he’s gone.

~*~

Thomus’ absence eats away at me. I shouldn’t think about it as much as I do, but I can’t help it. Despite being surrounded by people, I feel even more isolated than I did back at the cottage.

Communication with everyone remains difficult. I ask Hermione how her “project” is going, but I quickly get lost as she tries to explain it. Her fingers move fast in her excitement and I have to frequently request she repeat herself. The repetition doesn’t make her letters clearer, it slurs them, makes them less defined and harder to read. I retain a polite façade, pretending to understand her.

Narcissa chatters. Mainly about common everyday things, things that don’t particularly pique my interest, but I have no plans to ever stop her. I don’t know if she does it to make me feel better, or if she’s naturally like this. Either way I appreciate her patient efforts to talk to me.

Several days after Thomus’ last visit, I break and I ask Draco about him. Hermione helps translate a bit. I ask if he knows what Thomus has been up to recently.

Besides his usual hunt for George, Draco doesn’t know. He explains Thomus often gets tasked with tracking, whether its Death Eater deserters or rebels who’ve made some noise amongst their radar.

That night they go to Edinburgh, and the next afternoon when I meet Hermione in the library, she explains that Draco won’t helping her any longer. I ask if she wants to talk about it, and she simply responds that they’d had opposing views on what to do with her research, once completed. Once she’d figured out a way free of the tattoos, what would she do with it?

Just from fingerspelling and signs, I can’t tell how she feels about it. She only says she doesn’t have a plan yet.

Which, fair enough. It’s a lot to think about. I told her if she figures out, I’d happily volunteer as a guinea pig.

Even if I have to stay – stay to participate in whatever Kyle’s plans are, I’d like the option to bail. I want to trust him, but I don’t want my life completely in his hands. My guts tellin’ me… something. I don’t think he’s entirely bad, there’s just this… ruthlessness about him that sets my anxiety alight.

And currently, my anxiety’s already through the roof. No matter how many times I pass the hook-shaped rock through my fingers, I don’t feel any better. I just wish he was here. I just wish he'd stick around long enough to talk to me.

~*~

A few days after Hermione tells me about Draco, an elf retrieves me from Thomus’ bedroom. They don’t tell me where I’m going, they just pat my hand reassuringly before Apparating me. When I arrive wherever they’ve taken me, two hands shove at my shoulders, pushing me into a chair. By the feel of it, it’s a chair from the dining room.

My hands feel the space around me. I’m far away from the dining table – if I’m in that room at all. From the smell, it might be the library. After a moment, my hands drop and I rest my elbows on the armrests.

A vial gets put into my hand, and I sigh dejectedly. What’s all this for, if it’s just the suppression potion? Plus, I was given it two days ago. I bring it to my nose, expecting the Pepto-Bismol smell, but instead smell something lighter. Slightly acidic in an unappetizing lemon way.

Someone pushes at the bottom of the vial, encouraging me to drink. I do and find the potion tastes sweeter than it smells, but it hits my stomach like actual acid. Gagging, I bring my hand up to cover my mouth, choking down vomit. A hand pulls at my wrist and pushes my upper back, causing me to lean forward. My hands grapple a metal bin thrust before me and I release the puke.

I haven’t puked since… since Montague. The force and violence of the sensation rings in my memory, Thomus’ magical lock box in my head barely containing it.

When I’m done, I shove the bin away and lean my head against the high back, focusing on deep breaths. I’m startled to feel cool fingers press along my forehead and I wave them away, embarrassed by the feeling of sweat beading at my hairline.

I sit up straight in my chair again, fighting through the sudden exhaustion I feel after puking.

I freeze when a wand taps my forehead. I can tell it’s a wand by how much it bounced off my head, like it was tapping a table top. A slight breeze blows across my face, my hair tickling my neck as it billows. An overwhelming feeling of dread and anxiety settles heavily in my stomach, and I feel on the verge of puking again.

I close my eyes as my head swims, my fingers coming up to cover my mouth, to force it closed if necessary. Nausea always makes me want to die. It’s no different here. I wish someone would tell me what’s going on. I’d stand to leave, but I don’t trust myself quite yet.

Pressure makes its way from my stomach to my chest, floating up to my head as I lean back against the chair again, waiting for it to burst.

Then the pressure dissipates, floating back down to my stomach until I can’t feel it any longer. My head feels light, but in a good way. My ears pop and I can breathe normally again without fear.

As I breathe, I realize it’s not as loud as it was before. Neither is my heartbeat, though I can still feel it thumping away steadily.

Before I can assess anything else, someone speaks, and my heart might as well have stopped when I instantly recognize Thomus’ voice.

“Did it work?”

[justnerdy15]

season of the witch (FlashFictionFriday) daily snippet 10.13.23

prompt: @flashfictionfridayofficial an empty grave wc: 1000 warnings: none notes: something new/unconnected

It’s a strange feeling to stare at your own grave.

Piles of fresh dirt surround a neatly dug out hole. Standard size. Eight feet long, three and a half feet wide, and, of course, six feet deep.

Beatrice takes large bite of her apple, sweet sticky juice running down her chin, and thinks to herself that Charlie did a pretty damn good job. If he only showed this amount of care and attention to literally anything else.

But, hey, we all have what we’re good at.

She peers into the grave, the smell of wet earth tickling her nose, and spots the minute movements of worms and other insects moving along the freshly loosened earth. Ah. Roommates.

“So what’s the verdict?” a cheerful voice asks from behind just before an arm is thrown around her shoulders, jostling her with playful strength.

She takes another bite of her apple.

“Good enough,” Beatrice replies through crunchy chews. She wipes a hand across her mouth and shrugs, trying to displace the awkward weight of Charlie’s arm. “It’s a hole.”

Charlie scoffs and tightens his hold. His hand burns through her shirt like a brand. “Thanks. I feel really appreciated right now. Do you even know how long this took me?”

“How long did it take you?”

“Two hours! Two hours of my life I will never get back and all you can say is ‘It’s good.’ Jesus, Bea, what am I to you? Chopped liver?”

She rolls her eyes. “Doesn’t it usually take you four hours anyways?

“So, I put in even more effort this time around!”

Beatrice sighs and turns her head towards him while her hand reaches up to touch the side of his face. “Thank you, Charlie,” she says with a little squeeze, “for your continued service and excellence to the Elsey family and the Nocturna Foundation.”

Charlie grins and, just as he opens his mouth to probably say some smartass comment, Beatrice pulls her hand just far enough to pop him on cheek with a satisfying smack.

He recoils, arm dropping from her shoulder, as one hand comes up to cover his face. “Ow,” Charlie complains, rubbing at his cheek, “What was that for?”

She shrugs. “Your ego was already getting too big. It was inflating in front of my eyes, Charlie, gotta humble you a little bit.”

Charlie scowls at her and knocks his shoulder into hers, causing Beatrice to stumble a bit to the side. “You’re such a bitch, you know that?” he says, the words lacking any real heat to them. “Next time, dig your own damn grave.”

Beatrice laughs and throws her half eaten apple into the grave.

“Bea, don’t throw fucking food down there.”

“What? I might get hungry while I’m buried. I’m a snacky girl.”

“You’re a pain in the ass is what you are,” Charlie says, shoving is hands into his pockets. He looks down in the grave before glancing over at Beatrice. “New moon’s in a week.” The words are more serious, tinged with barely concealed concern that dampens her rather happy mood.

“It is,” she replies, folding her arms against her stomach. “We’re doing the cleansing rite tonight.” Beatrice looks over at him, noticing the way the autumn sun shines against his dark curls, head turned away from her.

“Are you coming?” she asks, scuffing her boot against the ground.

Charlie sighs. “You know I don’t like to see you in pain,” he says, still not looking at her.

“I know. But —” the words are stuck in her throat, logic rebelling against the waiting admission. She wants Charlie to look at her. Beatrice clears her throat and forces the words out her mouth. “It would make me happy if you came.”

When Charlie faces her again, there is clear disbelief in his eyes and she feels her face heat up in response.

“Bea,” he says, taking a step towards her.

She steps back and shakes her head, suddenly very interested the small purple flowers growing underneath a near-by tree. “I mean, it’s whatever, you know, if you don’t want to come,” Beatrice says, trying and failing to sound casual. “It’s just —” a heavy sigh “— It would be nice to have someone there who wanted to be rather than needed to be.”

Who was there for me, she thinks, but that’s just a little too vulnerable for her right now.

“But I get it, if you really don’t want to,” she finishes lamely, scratching at the back of her head.

Beatrice refuses to look him because god-forbid she sees pity on his face. She’d jump in the grave right now and tell them to forget the ceremony. Let this be her actual final resting place.

About a moment before she tells him to forget it and fuck off, his arm knocks gently into hers as he moves closer to her, a silent request.

“Bea,” he says again and she closes her eyes at the warmth radiating from him.

Beatrice breathes in deeply. She’s a Elsey goddammit; she can survive some emotional humiliation.

Opening her eyes, and gritting her teeth hard enough to crack stone, Beatrice turns to face him. “What,” she says stiffly.

“Okay,” Charlie says with a brief smile. “I’ll come. If you want me there, of course I’ll come.”

Oh.

Her face has to be hot enough at this point to fry a damn egg on it, but the unquestionable relief at his answer comforts her enough to ignore it.

“Okay,” she responds offering a weak smile in return. Beatrice leans just enough to press her side into his, listening to chirping birds and rustling leaves, wincing as a cold breeze of air rushes through the clearing. Should’ve grabbed a sweater.

Charlie laughs. “I think it’s time we head back. Can’t have you getting sick before Tuesday.”

She sighs and straightens up. “You’re starting to sound like my mother,” Beatrice says, “Cold air can’t make you sick.”

“Your mother is a smart woman,” Charlie says with a grin.

Beatrice groans and pulls away. “C’mon on then,” she sighs, walking away from the clearing, keeping step with Charlie.

They’re nearly at the path when he stops, Beatrice a step or two ahead of him. When she turns to face him again, he’s looking back at the grave then he looks back at her.

“You’re going to be okay,” Charlie says, walking the line between a statement and a question.

She nods. “I’ll be okay,” Beatrice assures him. She’s gives him a grin. “Like I said, you dug a pretty good hole.”

It’s lame, she knows it, but the joke makes him smile and some of that worry drains out of his eyes.

“I’m a master of the craft,” he says, playing along. “Crafting holes all day long.”

“Ew,” she says, wrinkling her nose, a small laugh escaping. “Never say that again.”

[specialagentlokitty]

Klaus mikaelson x reader - pride aside

A/N: this is based on a dream I had last night ngl but like I changed it a bit

Seeing everyone at the ball dancing and laughing was great, but it hurt you a little bit.

Sitting on the stairs, you sighed softly and leant back on your hands as you tilted your head up to look at the sky instead.

“Not one for dancing?” A smooth voice asked.

You looked to your side to see Klaus stood there with some random girl attached to his arm.

“No one to dance with.” You shrugged.

“Come on now, I’m sure there’s a guy who’s just as lonely.”

With that, he smiled and walked away and you clenched your jaw in frustration.

That hurt, deeply. Is that how he saw you? Lonely?

Is that how everyone saw you? Just the lonely person that couldn’t find a date to a stupid ball you’d been waiting to attend since last year?

You only came back so you could help Bonnie practice some new spells, it’s the only reason you came to mystic falls again. You were happy at your families home a few states over.

Getting up, you made your way to the main doors and you slipped out and headed back home to throw on some more comfortable clothes and went straight to bed.

The next day, you were met with knocking on your door, so, with a small sigh of you walked over and unlocked it, letting everyone trickle in.

“When did you get home?” Damon asked, “I was supposed to bring you back.”

“Yeah, I left early.” You smiled.

“Are you okay?” Caroline frowned.

You nodded and smiled a little more, trying to force it as much as possible.

“Yeah, I was just tired was all.”

“She was sad and lonely.” Klaus mused.

You glared at him.

“Leave her alone Niklaus.” Elijah sighed.

“It’s true though, right love? You were lonely because no one wanted to dance with you.”

“Klaus!” Stefan snapped.

They bickered for a few moments and you decided to just ignore them.

“Oh come on! No one was desperate enough to ask her to dance! That’s why she left!” Klaus snapped.

And you snapped.

Raising your hand, you pinned him to the wall.

“(Y/N)!” Jeremy yelled.

You raised your other hand, gesturing for them all to be quiet as you locked eyes with the original hybrid.

“You know what Klaus, I’ve tried! I have tried to be nice, tried to be patient and understanding with you while all of this shit is going down. I have tried to protect you and Elijah as well as everyone else so you can all bring down the stupid ass witch that’s trying to destroy this whole place! But I’ve had enough!”

You swiped your hand to the side and sent in flying into some furniture.

“I have tried time and time again with you! And I’m done! I’m sick and tired of all of this, being ridiculed because unlike everyone else I don’t have anyone by my side to protect me! Because the one person I want to protect me is a pretentious dickhead who only cares about himself!”

You stared at him, and his hands covered his ears as he groaned in pain and no one dared to stop you.

“I’m done with you Klaus Mikaelson, and you know what? You’re going to die alone because you clearly can’t tell when someone loves you! At least I’ll be able to find someone unlike you.” You snarled.

Grabbing your car keys you made a gesture with you hands and a light blue barrier appeared in front of the doorway, blocking them all in.

“I can’t believe I was stupid enough to fall in love with you. I hope you get staked.”

Everyone begged you to let them go and you shook your head.

“It’ll fade in a few hours, don’t follow me.”

With that, you left and sped away from the town with fury burning through your veins and sadness dee0 within your soul.

How you even fell for him was beyond you but you hated it, you wanted to just go back and move on, find someone knew who would actually love you and care for you.

You were going to go home, and forget all about mystic falls.

You were done with that place and the memories it had.

Racing down a background, you mumbled out a spell and watched as a portal appeared in the middle of the road and you drove through it, driving up a dirt driveway.

Parking your car, you got out and walked up to the large house, kneeling in front of your porch you placed a hand on the ground and whispered a spell.

To stop them from being able to track you.

Then you whispered out another, watching as blue borders appeared around the edge of the place.

Any humans who didn’t know about the supernatural would just appear on the other side, and that do know or any supernaturals won’t be able to get in without your explicit permission.

With that, you walked inside.

“Back so soon?” You dad asked.

“I’m done with that place.”

“Is that why you warded the place?” Your mom asked, arms crossed over her chest.

You looked up at her and gave a small shrug.

“I’m taking precautions. I don’t want them to come near or find this place.”

“What happened?” You dad sighed.

You simply shook your head at them and went upstairs, hoping a bath would help erase some of the stress from the day.

For the next week your phone was blowing up with texts and calls, but the only person you would respond to was Bonnie, since you had a promise to keep.

Sitting on the front steps, you had your laptop on your lap as you spoke with her.

“Spells aren’t always about the words bonnie, you can still practice magic without reciting like you know. It’s not about who’s been doing it the longest, it’s about willpower. As long as you’re willing to protect, nature will provide.”

“We need the barrier spell you use, it’s the only way we can trap her.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair.

“Bonnie.. that’s a spell my family created years ago to trap vampires.”

“Will it work for other witches?”

“It worked on you right?” You smirked slightly.

She laughed and nodded her head.

“I’ll teach it to you, but I’ll need you to come here.”

“And where is here?” She asked.

“Simple, turn around.”

You hung up and stood up, making your way down the steps, you opened a portal and waved her through it.

She was unsure at first but she slowly stepped through in amazement.

“Another spell my family made. But it can only be open for a few seconds.”

“Why?” She asked.

You closed it and turned to her.

“Essentially we’re cutting a hole in time and space, allowing us to move from one place to another. We can open it as often as we want, but we can’t have it open too long otherwise we’ll loose control.”

“Is thag how you got here so fast? Where is here?”

“In the middle of nowhere lovely, everything here is run by magic.” Your mom smiled.

She greeted Bonnie with a hug and handed you the family grimour.

“Teach her everything she needs.”

“Of course mom.”

“We’re heading out on business, but you know what to do.” Your dad smiled.

Nodded, you waved them off and you got to work.

Over the following week you had Bonnie practice trying to break out the barrier you put around her, but she couldn’t even crack it.

“It’s all about having nature on your side, you try.”

Bonnie recited the spell, a barrier appeared around you, and she smiled happily.

You gave a light knock on it and hummed with a small hug.

“Quite sturdy, I think you’ll be able to trap her.”

“I just need to keep practicing, right?”

“Yeah.”

“How do I bring it down?”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.”

Placing your hand on it, it shattered and you beamed and it.

That’s when you felt it, a disturbance at the far end of the one you set up, and you turned in its direction.

“What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Someone is here.”

“Want me to come?”

“Yes please, I may need your help.”

Opening a portal, you both jogged through and down the hill to the end of the barrier, but as you got closer you could see who it was and all you did was sigh.

“Klaus?” Bonnie asked.

His head shot up.

“Leave this place. I don’t know how you found it but you’re not invited.”

“Not until we talk.” He said.

“We’ve got nothing to talk about.”

“I’ll stay here if I have to, but I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“Bonnie you can head back, remember what I taught you?”

“Yeah. I’ll get dinner ready.”

Smiling thanks, you waited for her to leave before turning back to the hybrid.

You walked over and stood right in front of him, arms crossed over your chest.

“What do you want?”

He stepped back and held out his hand with a small smile on his lips.

“Dance with me?” He asked.

“Excuse me?”

“Dance with me.” He repeated.

“I thought no one was desperate enough to ask.” You snapped.

He flinched back slightly and sighed, letting his hand fall back to his head.

“No one is. But I am.”

“You’re desperate?”

“Yes. In fact, I’m desperate for you love. I want you, actually, rather, I need you. So no one may be desperate enough to ask, but I’m glad they’re not, since I’m desperate and perhaps foolish enough to ask after what I ask and did to you.”

“You’re right, you are foolish. Get away from my house.”

You started to walk away.

“What can I do to prove it?” He called.

You scoffed.

“Maybe if you got on your knees and beg mikaelson.”

His pride and ego was too big to let him to that. You were waiting for some sarky comment or an angry remark.

“If that’s what it takes.”

In shock, you turned around.

His eyes locked with yours as he slowly got down on his knees, hands in his lap as he stared at you.

“Here I kneel, my pride aside, for you. So I can tell you that I do in fact love you, but I wasn’t aware you felt the same, I didn’t want you to get hurt, and in the process I hurt you, and I never meant to. I will stay here all night if you wanted me to. If you told me to stay here I would, if you told me to walk to the ends of the earth for you I would.”

You were speechless, you didn’t think he’d actually get on his knees, you didn’t think he was capable of saying anything nice.

Staring at him for a few seconds, you walked a little closer.

“If you want me to beg for you then fine. I am begging you (Y/N), right here and now, to say you love me.”

He stayed on his knees and never moved and inch.

Turning around, you stared walking again.

You heard Klaus sigh, and mumble something about leaving you alone.

“Come on.” You called.

“Excuse me?” He asked.

“Come on.”

You stopped and turned to face him.

He was unsure at first, and he placed his hand on the barrier to show he couldn’t but he stumbled through it, and within a second he was right in front of you, your face between his hands.

“I will love you from now until the end of my life.” He whispered.

Leaning down, he softly kissed you and you quickly responded, arms going around his neck to pull him closer.

Klaus pulled away first, kissing your nose and forehead, before he smiled softly down at you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t dance with you.” He whispered, “and I’m sorry for everything I did and said.”

“I won’t forgive you so easily, but you can start making it up to me.”

“Anything sweetheart.” He smiled.

You nodded and took his hand in yours, opening a portal to take you both back to the house were Bonnie was waiting outside with a small smile on her face when you guys approached.

Klaus looked at you, and he couldn’t help but smile.

He hurt you, yes, but he was going to do anything he could, anything you asked to make it up to you. Even if it meant getting on his knees for the whole world to see and begging for your forgiveness