#if you asshole s keep on goin on

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Animal

One shot

Pairing: Superman/Clark Kent x Fem Reader

Description: When you try to hide from your creepy coworker you find yourself in a tight space with a handsome journalist you've had your eye on for a while.

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⚠️Warnings⚠️

18+ MDNI

Locked in tight space, grinding, kissing, groping, oral (F receiving), semi public sex, caught in the act, teasing, unprotected p in v, not proof read

All smut babyyy.

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"Hey doll, where ya goin?" Jackson calls after you. You walk quickly away from the break room through the maze of halls trying to lose him as soon as possible, then you see an open door. A closet. He is about to round the corner behind you when you slip in and close the door quietly.

"Hey, what are you-" before another word slips out of whoever is with you, you clasp a hand over their mouth and shush them with a finger hovering over your lip.

"where'd ya go? Let's just chat about this, okay? We can handle this like adults..." Jackson walks down the hall past the door and when you can't hear him any longer your body relaxes with a sigh.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You choke out as you drop your hand from Clark Kent's mouth. "Fuck, I -"

He can clearly see the distress on your face as you repeatedly apologize, on the verge of tears.

"Hey, it's okay," his voice is soft, "what's going on?"

"That asshole groped me in the break room. I just needed to get away from him..."

"It's okay, he's gone, you're safe-" he begins before you interrupt him.

"Oh, I know I'm safe. I ran before I snapped and beat his ass to a bloody pulp."

A look of realization comes across his face and he chuckles. "I see. we still have a problem though..."

"Yeah, what's that?" You say as you turn and try the knob, the door doesn't budge.

"We're stuck." You turn to see his face scrunched with a small knowing smile.

"At least I'm stuck with you and not that fucking animal." You scoff.

Suddenly he stalks forward and you push your back up against the door and the two of you are toe to toe.

"You think I'm not an animal?" A shiver runs down your spine as he continues to speak, his usual chipper demeanor and wide smile gone. "I heard you talking to your friends about me last week. About what you'd let me do to you. Sounded pretty animalistic to me."

"Oh, you uh...you heard that huh?"

"I did, we got time to kill if you're still interested."

Your hands shoot up to his face and your lips crash into his, he slots his leg between yours, and his hands find your hips.

He pulls away to catch his breath, "You sure?"

"Hell yes." You reply panting.

His lips find yours again in a frenzied kiss, his hands move your hips to grind on his leg and you groan at the friction. Hurried hands rip buttons from their place and you feel your soft skin press against his hardened muscles. He trails kisses down your jaw to your neck, you throw your head back and he immediately uses the opening to bite the junction at your neck and shoulder.

Your breath hitches in surprise as the sensation sends electricity coursing over your skin. The slight pain heightens your senses and you grind harder against him. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."

He immediately stops and pulls away, a wicked grin on his face. An exasperated groan leaves your throat before you beg for more. He drops to his knees and snakes his hands up your skirt, his fingers find the hem of your panties and he quickly pulls them off.

"Look at all this," He gloats as he examines them. "I think I'm gonna need a taste." His words shake you to your core and another groan escapes you.

"This won't do at all, you're gonna have to keep quiet for me, don't want to be interrupted before I even get the chance to fuck you, do you?"

You whimper at the thought and he shakes his head. "Open." You obey, opening your mouth so he can muffle your cries with your panties.

"Good girl." He pats your cheek with his large hand. He guides your hand to lift your skirt so he has an unobstructed view of you as he buries his face in your weeping cunt. His tongue expertly explores your folds causing you to involuntarily buck into his face. He moans into you sending another wave of pleasure through you. Your free hand weaves into his hair and you push him into you harder as you roll your hips forward. You suddenly feel a finger probe your entrance and you encourage the movement

"Yes please, fuck." Your muffled whisper breathless. Slowly he works you open, adding fingers until he's pumping and curling three inside you just right.

"Please let me cum!" You whine through the fabric in your mouth.

"Go ahead." He states simply and you finally get your release. He works you through your orgasm until your twitching as you ride the last of it out. He removes his sopping fingers and licks them clean. Your legs wobble as you try and catch your breath and he stands to support you by the waist.

"let me know when you're ready for round two." He growls in your ear.

"Fuck me, please." You rip the panties from your mouth and the words come out without thinking, a sinister smile adorns his lips.

"Hands and knees." He orders. You're almost ashamed at how quickly you turn around and drop to the floor, but the orgasm that just ripped through you leaves you dumb and wanting.

You hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, you begin to turn your head when he catches you.

"Eyes forward." Another simple command that shoots straight to your core. You feel his tip prod your entrance and you push back unwilling to wait any longer.

You gasp when he fills you completely, he chuckles before pulling back and snapping forward hard. His pace is staggering and leaves you drooling as you both chase your high. The obscene sounds of skin on skin mask the approaching footsteps.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again, don't stop." You choke out.

"Shit, me too." He groans out.

Just as you both start to climax the door opens and Jackson stands in the doorway. Clark keeps fucking you through until you're both finished maintaining eye contact with Jackson until he slams the door shut.

Panting you both collapse to the floor next to each other and laugh at the look on Jackson's face.

"We didn't get to everything on your list. Might have to do this again sometime." He quips with a wink.

[redstarwriting]

bestie | hobie’s version

black cat!fem! reader becoming besties with Hobie

request?: yes LMAO

request: continuation of my original fic “bestie”

requested by: literally everyone omg

word count: 2.8k

genre: platonic and chaotic

warnings:  language, stealing, monarchy slander, mentions of homelessness, knives, a sword

a/n: ok y’all, i thought of a way to continue this post as a series. maybe i’ll make a ‘bestie’ masterlist? 

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The friendship between you and Hobie formed fast. So fast. Faster than Miguel expected, even. You and Hobie literally became best friends immediately. He fucked with your attitude, which you knew already, but when he learned what you do? Best friends. “So, let me get this right, mate, you’re a global superstar—”

“Yep.”

“But you steal from the rich—”

“Mhm.”

“And you give to the poor—”

“Right.”

“Like some kinda famous Robin Hood?”

“Precisely,” you nod and he raises an eyebrow at you. The two of you are chilling in your penthouse apartment in a building that you own. He’s mindlessly strumming on his guitar, looking out at Nueva York from your balcony/rooftop, and questioning you. He thinks you’re cool, but he can’t help but be weary of sitting in such an expensive place. “Love the sentiment, really do, but ain’t bein’ a superstar… counteractive to all ‘at?” you shrug. “The majority of my money goes back to charities. I keep some of it, obviously, but I prefer giving back.” You lean back against a chair. “Besides. I grew up with nothing and basically no one. Feels kinda nice having a place like this.” “I guess, but donthca think buyin’ the ‘ole buildin’ was a bit overkill?” “No, actually. I pay for everything in this building and let homeless kids and teens in need, like me at that age, live in the rest of it free of charge,” you explain, taking a sip of your water. He stops strumming his guitar. “‘Scuse me?” you look over at him to see him staring at you with a look of disbelief in his eyes. You chuckle. “Don’t look so shocked. I like giving back, that’s the least I could do. Besides, I have a soft spot for kids being on the streets like that. No child deserves to suffer like that,” you explain and he shakes his head. As someone who was homeless as a child and well into his teenage years, hearing you say that actually makes him respect you loads more. “You should talk to some of the rich assholes in my world. Talk some sense into ‘em,” he mumbles, and you shake your head. “Rich people are inherently assholes.”

“You’re rich.”

“And I’m inherently an asshole. Self-awareness is key, Hobart,” you say and he rolls his eyes. “Not like ‘em assholes, though. They parade ‘round their wealth, pretendin’ the citizens in the city ain’t dyin’, starvin’… always stickin’ the pigs on us like we ain’t worth nothin’,” he mumbles, and you frown. “They’re lucky they have someone like you to stand up to them,” you say, and he nods. “Bloody right. ’s what I do. But there’s always a new person who gets in the way after I take down the first one,” he sighs, beginning to pick at the strings of his guitar again. You hum in agreeance. “Heard you bashed Norman Osborn’s head in with that guitar.”

“I did. It was bloody brilliant. But ‘en, after ‘im, these new Nazis showed up. Don’t even get me started on the new fuckin’ PM now,” he groans, and you shake your head. “Governments are ass. And I come from a non-monarchy. Can’t even imagine what yours is like,” you mumble and he frowns. “After I got rid of Norman, the new Prime Minister stepped in. Got rid a’ one evil and gave another one a open invitation.”

“At least you got rid of one of them. You’ll get the other one in time.”

“As much as I want ‘at to be true, I got the crown to worry ‘bout. Spewin’ all their rubbish to everyone, distractin’ ‘em all from the real issues goin’ on with their fancy jewels and blood money,” he stopped playing again, using his hands to show his disgust to you. “Jewels, you say? Money?” you smirk, and he rolls his eyes. “Is ‘at all ya got from ‘at, ya bloody klepto,” he asks, and you shrug. “Not all. Large portion. What do you say we fuck with them?” you suggest, and he raises an eyebrow at you. “And ‘ow d’you reckon we do ‘at?”

“Well, I, for one, am partial to the jewels and money you mentioned,” you grin at him, and he cocks his head to the side. “You wanna steal the crown jewels? Mate, I ‘ate to break it to ya but it’s not just one jewel. Or money. It’s a collection of shit.”

“And? You act like I’m a beginner at this shit,” you say, snorting and finishing your water. He smirks. “Serious?”

“Would I ever joke about making rich assholes panic?” you grin, taking your sweatshirt off to reveal your catsuit. You slip on your gloves and wink at him. “Let’s go, mate,” you imitate his accent and he jumps up, opening the portal to his world. “You got a plan?” he asks as the two of you enter, and you shrug. “Not necessarily, but they won’t even know I’m there.”

“Cocky, ain’t we?” Hobie teases and you giggle, shrugging. “I’m good at what I do.” “The jewels are protected. And on display. Dunno ‘ow you plan to get ‘em, but I’m excited to see it ‘appen,” he says as you step foot in his flat. You grin. “I have my ways. I say we hit it when it’s like 2am. Which luckily for us is in… right now, actually.”

“Ain’t this late gonna be expected?”

“Yes. I love a challenge,” you smirk and he shakes his head. “You’re mental.”

“But you like it.”

“Love it. No one ever actually wants to do shit like this with me,” he says and you shake your head. “Can’t imagine why. This is about to be so fun,” you smirk, and he nods, giving you a fist bump. “So just ‘ow are wee expectin’ this to go down? Am I meant to come inside with ya?,” he asks and you shrug. “Didn’t expect you to, honestly. Figured you’d be distracting the cops so I can get in there anyways,” you explain and he nods. “I can do ‘at. If I’m lurkin’ round the guards’ll ‘ave a fit.”

“Your accent gets thicker when you’re home, how is that even possible?” you say your thoughts out loud, and he rolls his eyes. “What is it with all of you and my accent. ’s just the way I talk,” he grumbles, and you laugh. “Because you get so annoyed by it. At least that’s why I do it,” you say, and he shakes his head. “No wonder Miguel ‘ates you.”

“Hey! He doesn’t hate me! He just strongly disapproves of all of my life choices and urges me not to speak to him most of the time,” you feign offense, and Hobie holds his hands up in surrender. “Now, where are these jewels held?” you ask looking out at the city through his window. He looks out, pulling his mask on. “Tower of New London. They moved the most important pieces overseas so the new Queen could ‘ave a second coronation over ‘ere. ‘ave ‘em on display for the public to see. Make money off it,” he explains and you scoff. “That’s fucking stupid. Are you sure they’re real?”

“Oh, yeah. No doubt. Like I said, they love flauntin’ their wealth,” he says, and you grimace. “Gross. Can’t wait to take them,” you say with a smirk. “Need a lift, love?” he asks, holding his arm out for you to grab onto him. “Would love one, mate, thanks for offering.” You wrap your arms around his neck, and he grips onto you. He jumps out of his window, webbing to the New Tower of London which looks a bit out of place in the cityscape belonging to New London, but you can see why they hold the jewels here. “It’s like a small castle,” you mumble, and Hobie nods. “Fuckin’ annoyin’ ‘ow everythin’ ‘as to be so over the top,” he says as the two of you land in an alleyway across the street, hidden in the shadows. You scope out the place. “You weren’t kidding. Guards are everywhere,” you mumble and he nods. You point to a part of the castle that isn’t well-lit, a wall on the side of one of the watch towers. “We can climb that,” you say, and he nods. “Time to go make the wankers freak,” he says, and the two of you sneak over. The two of you scale the wall of the walkway surrounding the main part of the tower undetected, making your way to the wall you pointed out earlier. You use your claws to climb up while Hobie uses his spider powers.

You hoist yourself up onto one of the platforms, ducking down and hiding behind a wall to figure out what your next move is. Hobie was right beside you. “I think… this might be where we part,” you whisper, and he nods. “Don’t die, yeah? Lotta paperwork I don’t feel like doin’,” he says before swinging away to distract the guards. You scoff. You watch as guards run off in the direction he was spotted in and make your move. You run to the wall of the next building, climbing it and hiding from the guards on the top of the roof. You quickly sneak to the other side of the roof, only to see that the middle of the castle is connected to nothing. “So that’s why they call it a fucking tower,” you mumble, scaling down the side of the wall and into the grassy lawn.

You assess the situation. You know there are guards in those watchtowers, but that would probably be the easiest and most efficient way for you to get in. You just need them to be distracted enough for you to run across the lawn and over to one of them. As if on cue, you hear Hobie play a chord. Loudly. You smile to yourself. Perfect.

You sprint across the lawn, being sure to stay as shrouded by shadow as you can, and luckily for you multiple guards are on edge and running to wear the guitar noise came from. You hear them calling Hobie some… choice words and chuckle. He’ll be so happy to know they hate him so much. You quickly start to scale up the watchtower, looking out just in case a guard might see you.

You were in the clear.

You reach the top, quietly peering into the tower, and see a guard looking out of the opposite window. You climb through the window you’re in front of, not making a sound, before sneaking past the guard. You quietly hurry down the stairs, and peer through a large archway. You search for cameras, pulling out your small throwing knives to break them if needed. You spot two, hitting them with deadly correct aim. You scoff, sneaking out and making your way to some large double doors. They’re locked, of course, so you use your claws. You pick the lock, quietly pushing it open and slipping through. Sure enough, your intuition was right, and now you’re in the room with probably billions or trillions of dollars. You glance around to see if there are any guards inside the room. None. Strange. “Come to mama,” you mumble, taking out a vial of chalk dust and blowing it. Yep. Lasers. That’s fine.

You start crawling, flipping, and sliding your way through the lasers, collecting a few gemstones, a staff, an all-gold orb with a crown on it, a giant fucking diamond, and finally, a purple crown endowed with gold and jewels. You collect them one by one, placing them in a bag you have laying where the lasers start. You shake your head. Relying on lasers is never a good idea for people trying to protect their things. For you? Amazing. You sneak back out, closing the door and glancing around. You hear the faint noise of screams and an electric guitar. Hobie’s still got them distracted. Good.

You run up the way you came. This was almost too easy, but then again, you are skilled at what you do. Too bad your dumbass forgot there was a guard up here. “Oi!”

“Oh! Hi, there. If you don’t mind, I’ll just be on my way,” you say, slinking towards a window. Unluckily for you, he pulls out a sword. Though he does have a gun, so… guess it could be worse? “I’m like, totally not telling you that I’d prefer the bullets… but why a sword when you have that?” you say as he takes a swipe at you and you dodge it. He doesn’t respond, and you frown. “I heard you speak earlier, bro. I know you can,” you backflip away from him, tossing the jewels to the side and getting ready to fight. “Seems a little… redundant, you know? Like why even carry a gun if you’re not gonna use it.”

“Pipe down, cow,” he growls as you continue dodging his attacks. “Well, now, that just wasn’t very nice. Clearly, no one has ever raised you to treat women with respect,” you say, using your claws to catch the sword in your hands. His eyes widen as you yank the sword away from him. You kick him in the side of the head, disorienting him before swiping his legs out from underneath him. He falls down, hard, and you stick a loose part of his uniform with his sword into the bricks below him. “Would love to stick around and chat, but I have some jewels to sell.” You wave, picking up your bag and leaping out of the window, using your claws to slide down the wall. You sprint across the lawn, being careful to stay in the shadows, and make your way back out to the wall you and Hobie climbed earlier. You lay low, hoping that Hobie can deduct you’re done and give you a quick getaway, but it’s never that easy. You slide down the wall again, hearing the commotion of the guards starting to race around and search the perimeter, so you stay hidden. You make your way back across the street and into the alley that you and Hobie were in earlier. You send him a quick message on your watch before climbing up one of the buildings.

You watch as across the street chaos ensues. And you smirk to yourself knowing that you have the riches of a family that never deserved them. You hear a familiar voice screaming, “What?! Ya didn’t like the show! I played jus’ for you bloody lot, ’n ‘is is ‘ow ‘m repaid?!”

You shake your head as Hobie lands next to you, pulling you behind the door that leads into the building the two of you are on top of. “We should definitely run,” you say, waving the bag towards him and he nods. “Right,” he says, pulling you into him and webbing away again. You lose the guards, and he quickly ducks into his flat. You roll into the room whereas he lands perfectly, and there’s a silence that falls between the two of you. You turn your head to look at him and give him a big smile. “Think I can return any of this shit to the original owners?”

“What ‘ave you got?” he asks, dumping out the bag. He pulls his mask off, genuine shock on his face. “You got it all?!”

“I told you. I’m good at what I do,” you say, picking up the giant diamond. You gasp. “No fucking way. This is—”

“The Koh-I-Noor,” Hobie laughs, picking up the crown and inspecting it. “Bloody tosser wore this on ‘er ‘ead the other day. Now it’s in my ‘ands,” he smiles, tossing it to the side with no regard for caring for it. You hear the heavy gold thump on the ground and shake your head. “How much you think all this’ll go for?”

“Mate, this shit is priceless. I can’t wait to see the look on Pavitr’s face when we show ‘im you got the Kah-I-Noor,” Hobie shakes his head, and you grin. “Well, let’s get it back to my place, yeah? I can display it and the best part is these assholes here will never find any of it.”

“Lead the way, love.”

You enter through a portal into your home, typing a code into a painting that opens like a door. You allow Hobie to see your treasure room. He’s honestly kind of stunned. You have so many priceless artifacts in here. It’s impressive. “Mate. You are cool as fuck. Jus’ thought ya should know ‘at,” he mumbles, picking up an emerald the size of his head. You chuckle. “I know, Hobie. Now, let’s get this diamond to Pav, shall we?”

As soon as Miguel got the notification that there was disrupt in Hobie’s universe due to someone stealing the Crown Jewels, he had to take a walk.

He was stressed.

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wpuld you write this with frank castle or ben pretty please 🥹🩷

you feel so exposed, and it’s conflicting. how was this fair? you have to be totally naked from the waist down on the bed, ass arched in the air with every hole on display — whilst frank gets to kneel leisurely behind you, still dressed head to toe in his black get-up.

you mewl, feeling your juices leak out of you as he thumbs at your hip soothingly, watching the way you squirm. wanting, no — needing him to take action, you turn your cheek on the mattress, giving him your sweetest most pleading look.

“yeah,” he dismisses, barely ripping his eyes away from your holes to glance at you. “just wanna get a look at you, yeah?” his voice is husky and you’re sure he sees you clench around nothing — which sends a tingly wave of embarrassment up your spine. you’d decided viewing time was over.

reaching back, you try to stretch your arm so your hand can cover your indecency, going to wiggle out of his gaze. “stop lookin’.” you whine sulkily as he watches your attempts for a moment before effortlessly gripping your wrist and pinning it to the small of your back. he wasn’t rough, just firm enough to keep it out the way.

“nah, nah. you shy now, huh?” finally, he yields, beginning to lower himself a little to be eye level with your cunt. “dont need you goin’ shy on me, beautiful. ain’t no need for all that fussin’.” his hot breath is on your most sensitive part now and you buckle, nearly dropping your arched pose.

just when you think he’s going to swipe his tongue through your sopping folds, his breath warms a higher spot, somewhere equally as sensitive yet… different.

gasping, you feel him slide his tongue over your most sacred hole, your puckered ass contracting around nothing as he holds your ass cheeks open with one hand, practically making out with your asshole.

“fr— frankie!” you cry, but it feels so good and unique that you can’t seem to open your eyes to send him another one of your famous looks. he simply grunts out a hum in response, silencing you with two thick fingers sliding into your cunt.

your knees slide, slowly falling flat on the mattress but he shocks you with a harsh slap on the ass cheek before effortlessly pulling at your knees to prop you back up. “you keep that up for me, girl. you got it.”

in a moment like this, you just can’t bring yourself to disobey him.

[analog-kidd]

If Digimon Had Tumblr

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Hey guys so uh,, it turns out that @/donedevidan is an x-antiphobe, especially towards those who naturally carry it (screenshots under the cut)

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always hated that dude, guess I have another reason to hate him more

#dude was always a prick #and he loved making leomon dying jokes #those arent fucking funny #leomons dying arnt fucking funny

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she evolved on my digi till I shinka

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me trying to be funny😔

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I think I'm going to evolve soon!

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Runnermon is just Lighdramon but green and white

Go Bulkmon

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First of all, its Raidramon.

Second, whats wrong with Raidramon and Runnermon???

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Oh of course the FRIENDSHIP WOLF DIGIMON is gonna vouch for the OTHER FRIENDSHIP WOLF DIGIMON

Bulkmon is so much more stronger than both digimon combined

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Strength isnt everything!!! But wrong tho, bulkmon is just some meaty digimon who is obviously compensating for something with those "muscles"

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Tamer forgot to take me to the toilet now there's shit on the floor

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[carabalism]

nuisance part one

pairing(s) twd x teen!reader, daryl dixon × teen!reader (platonic)

warning(s) canon-typical violence/gore

note nuisance is back and is being rewritten! if you feel like you’ve read this before ur not going crazy

wattpad link , masterlist , next part

the sounds of leaves crunching beneath the weight of someone's boots startle y/n from her sleep. in a quick, but quiet motion, she unties the skipping rope from around her torso that she used to secure her to the tree she sought refuge in the night prior. peeking her head out behind the tree ever so slightly, y/n was able to notice a man crouching close to the ground, his vision is cast down at the ground. to anyone it would've looked like he was just admiring a cool rock or something, but y/n recognised what he was doing. he was a tracker.

"hey!" y/n called down to the man, who immediately stood up and aimed his crossbow up at her, "you huntin'?"

he didn't respond and continued glaring at her, though he hesitates to keep his crossbow pointed at her. she's a kid, a scrawny looking one at that. it's not like she could do much to harm him.

"you deaf or something?" y/n raised an eyebrow at him, she reached over to her backpack and dug through it for a few seconds. before he could question her, a dead squirrel was flung from the tree and landed on the ground in front of daryl. he crouched down to the ground to pick it up, but kept his crossbow aimed at the girl.

"thanks," he grunts in acknowledgment, securing the squirrel to his back.

"where ya headed?" y/n kicked her legs back and forth as they dangled over the branch she had slept on the previous night.

"ain't ya a nosey bitch," he scoffed, squinting his eyes at her.

"hey, i just gave you free food, asshole!" y/n yells, her words accompanied by an impolite hand gesture, "where you goin'? got a camp?"

when she received no answer from the man, she reached around the tree trunk, unhooking her bow from a knife she had stabbed into the tree to create a makeshift hanger for the bow. she pulled the knife out of the tree and cut her backpack down from a piece of rope she had tied around a higher branch. slinging the bag over one shoulder, she slipped her knife into a sheath by her belt and held up the bow, waving it at daryl, "i know how to hunt. lemme come with."

daryl lowered his crossbow, but his lip twitched in annoyance, "whatever, if a geek shows up i ain't savin' y'er ass."

y/n rolled her eyes, but didn't dignify his words with a response and instead secured her bow and quiver to her back. she swung the skipping rope she had previously tied around herself around the tree and wrapped both ends around her hands and slowly made her way down the tree.

"geeks?" y/n scoffed, a smirk growing on her face, "that what you call 'em?"

daryl glared at the teen, "what'd you call 'em then, smartass."

"biters," y/n shrugged, reaching behind her back to retrieve her bow and an arrow from her quiver, "y'know, 'cause they bite?"

"whatever," daryl began walking, following the same tracks he had been previously, "ya out here alone?"

"yeah." y/n's tone sharpened, "you?"

daryl looked over his shoulder briefly, surprised that someone so young survived on their own, "nah, ma' brother 'n some group."

"really?" y/n questioned, surprise evident in her tone. she spins, looking around with false curiosity, "you seem pretty alone to me."

daryl was starting to lose his patience with the smart mouthed girl, "shut up."

the two tracked in silence, occasionally killing walkers in their way. y/n could tell that the man was not a threat to her, but she kept quiet to avoid antagonising him. the girl did annoy daryl, but he had to admit to himself she had valuable skills that none of the kids at the camp had, but he would keep that to himself. there was a clear difference in abilities between the girl and the other children he knew of. this kid was alone and alive with nothing more than a few faint bruises and scrapes across her skin.

y/n stopped in her tracks, aiming her bow at a squirrel on a tree. she pulled the arrow back to her cheek and when she was confident with her aim, she released the arrow, impaling the squirrel.

"nice shot." daryl grunted, watching her pull the arrow out the tree and then out of the squirrel.

"thanks," y/n smirked at daryl, "you're pretty good with that crossbow."

daryl rolls his eyes. pretty good? he was damn good.

"so what's your name?" y/n asked, following him again.

daryl stayed quiet for a few moments, contemplating whether or not he should tell the tree-dwelling girl his name. he figured it wouldn't hurt, "daryl."

"daryl." y/n repeats his name to herself, "you ain't a rapist or nothin' right?"

"huh?" daryl's head snaps in y/n's direction, startled by the question.

"stranger danger? ever heard of it?" y/n raises an eyebrow at the man, her tone slightly patronising.

"if i was a rapist, 'm sure y'would've figured that out by now."

"not that you asked, but my name's y/n." she rolled her eyes, looking back at the ground to spot any other trails to follow.

"ya don't look a day over ten, how old're you?" daryl asked, the question had been on his mind the entire time she had been following him. he was curious how she had made it so far without anyone.

"i'm twelve actually." y/n states matter-of-factly, her eyes squinting at the back of his head as she corrected him.

"big difference." he scoffed.

"it is a big difference. next year i'll be a teenager." she says, her voice full of pride.

daryl grunts in acknowledgement, but didn't press the subject further. the thought that she may not live to make it to her teens passes through his mind, but he dismissed it quickly. there was no time to think about the future anymore, there was only now. not that daryl spent much time thinking about the future anyways.

the two had gathered a large haul in the time they hunted together, but despite this daryl continued walking and y/n followed.

"this deer better be worth it." daryl grumbled.

y/n heard rustling coming from ahead and shushed daryl. he turned to look at her and she had put her finger to her lip to signal him to be quiet. daryl's jaw clenched in annoyance, but he held his tongue and decided he could give her an earful later. she was telling him to be quiet? yeah right.

they both readied their weapons as quietly as they could and slowly approached the noise ahead, suspecting a walker ahead. daryl walked ahead into a small clearing where a group of men all had weapons held up.

"son of a bitch!" daryl yelled, lowering his weapon and making his way over to the deer, "that's ma' deer!"

y/n kept her bow up, staring at the group of men intensely. daryl clearly knew these men well enough to lower his weapon, but y/n didn't have a clue whether they could be trusted.

"look at it. all gnawed on by this.." daryl stared at the deer in disgust, "filthy, disease-bearing, motherless poxy bastard!" each word he said was accompanied by a kick to the corpse's side.

"calm down, son. that's not helping." one of the men spoke up. y/n stayed quiet, not walking out into the clearing until she knew it was safe to do so. the men were yet to notice her, far too distracted by daryl's outburst to even consider there being another person.

"what'd you know 'bout it, old man?" daryl stepped closer to dale, "why don't ya take that stupid hat and go back to on golden pond?"

"i've been trackin' this deer for miles." daryl complained, pulling his arrows out of the deer, "s'gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up some venison. what'd you think? d'ya think we can cut around this chewed up part right here?"

"i would not risk that," shane responded.

"that's a damn shame," daryl sighed, "i got some squirrel, 'bout a dozen or so, that'll have to do."

y/n noticed the walker's head detached from its body move, no one had killed the brain. she aimed her bow at the walker's head and released the arrow, her shot puncturing it through the skull.

"c'mon people, what the hell?" daryl scoffed, "it's gotta be the brain. don't y'all know nothin'?"

the men were suddenly on guard again, staring at the girl who shot the arrow, "who the hell is that?!"

y/n lowered her bow and raised her hands in the air to show she wasn't a threat.

"some dumb kid, found 'er in a tree." daryl grunted walking away, "merle!"

rick looked over at dale, silently telling him to deal with the girl, whilst him and shane dealt with daryl. dale nodded at rick and waited for rick to leave and follow after daryl.

"what's your name, kid?" dale smiled at the girl, trying his best to not intimidate her.

"what's your's?" y/n squinted her eyes at him.

"i'm dale, the other's you saw were shane, rick, glenn and jim. you seem to know daryl, so no need to tell you his name," he explained, "i've given you a few names now, do i get to know your's?"

"y/n," she nodded, "got a few squirrels, take as much as you 'n your group need 'n i'll be on my way."

"that's quite generous of you, y/n," dale compliments as he watches y/n pull a rope with dead squirrels attached off her shoulder and threw it on the ground towards him.

"call it southern hospitality or whatever," she shrugged, putting her bow on her back. she grabbed her arrow from the walker's skull and tucked it back into her quiver.

"you sure your folks won't want some?" dale tilted his head. he was good with his words, each word chosen on purpose to figure out the girl in front of him.

"when you see my folks, give me a holler, ain't seen 'em in a while," y/n scoffed, eyeing dale as he crouched to the ground to pick up the rope and dead squirrels.

"why don't you stay a bit then? eat with a group of people for a change?" dale smiled kindly, gesturing back to the camp behind him.

y/n looked behind him to see daryl in a chokehold and she raised an amused eyebrow at dale, "seems like y'all got plenty of entertainment, why not."

dale furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and turned back to see the commotion, "it's not always like this.."

"damn shame that is," y/n laughed, walking towards the camp with dale following close behind. shane throws daryl to the ground, releasing him from the chokehold and y/n smirked, amused at the scene unfolding in front of her.

"what i did was not on a whim," rick stared at daryl, "your brother does not work and play well with others."

"what happened?" y/n whispered to dale.

"rick, the one in white, handcuffed daryl's brother to a rooftop.. left him there." dale replied honestly, looking at the ground with shame written across his face.

"i'd be pissed too." y/n sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. she had noticed people stare at her, but not say anything about her presence, seeing as there was a much bigger problem at hand.

"it's not rick's fault, i had the key. i dropped it." t-dog spoke up, y/n could tell by the way he looked and spoke that he felt guilty, ashamed even.

"ya couldn't pick it up?" daryl questioned, squinting at the other man.

"well, i dropped it in a drain."

daryl scoffed and lowered his head, he knelt on the ground for a few seconds before getting, "if it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't."

"well, maybe this will," t-dog paused for a second, "look, i chained the door to the roof, so the geeks couldn't get at him... with a padlock."

"it's gotta count for something." rick spoke to daryl with a calm voice, but y/n knew rick chose the wrong words to say to the pissed off redneck.

daryl rubbed his face in frustration, wiping the tears he felt in his eyes, "t'hell with all y'all! just tell me where he is, so's i can go get him!"

"he'll show you," a woman spoke up, "isn't that right?"

rick processed her words for a few seconds and began nodding, "i'm goin' back."

the woman stepped back into the rv and y/n stared at her in confusion. she seemed upset that the man was going back, but she practically just volunteered him.

daryl walked off, obviously not touched by rick's offer and now that daryl was gone, people in the camp that had noticed y/n turned to her.

"damn, i was just startin' to enjoy myself," y/n muttered to herself, dale's lips cracking a smile of amusement at her words.

[daryltwdixon]

The Heart of Us: Chapter 12

warnings!!! this chapter contains smut!!!

wanted to give it a try and see how everyone liked this, but I'm also thinking of taking it out and keeping it clean as usual. lmk your thoughts please!

Daryl

Daryl walks with Y/N along the wall of Alexandria into the early evening, the shadows of the massive steel panels stretching long across the ground. The quiet hum of the community buzzes faintly behind them— people chatting on their porches, working in the gardens, kids running around and dogs barking. The noise still feels weird, but between the two of them, it’s just asphalt under their boots as he tries to steady your breathing.

He feels her cast a glance at him, his shoulders hunched slightly, his crossbow slung lazily across his back. His hair falls in messy strands that catch the last bits of light as he trudges alongside her, every step radiating irritation. He can tell that she's not much better off—her hands flexing and curling into fists at her sides as if trying to physically wring out the tension still humming through your veins.

“You gonna tell me what the hell happened out there?” Daryl asks suddenly, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the thick silence. His eyes dart to Y/N, sharp and searching.

She exhales heavily, her jaw tightening as she pushes your hair back from her face. “It was stupid,” she mutters, not quite meeting his gaze. “Aiden and Nicholas thought it’d be a good idea to tie up walkers. As some kind of... ritual. A ‘pregame,’ they called it. Then they lost control of one.”

His pace slows slightly, his head tilting as his expression darkens. “They what?”

“They tried to tie it up again,” she snaps, irritation lacing her voice. “And when it broke loose, the asshole practically threw it at me. Glenn backed me up,”

Daryl stops walking, turning to face her fully. His mouth opens as if to say something, but instead, his hands flex at his sides, his jaw working as he grinds his teeth. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, dangerous as he looks back in the direction they came from, “Should’ve broken their damn arms.”

She sighs, shaking her head. “It’s not worth it,” you say, though the words feel hollow. “I don’t want to deal with them. But... Glenn, Tara, Noah—they’re stuck with those idiots if I’m not there. I don’t want to leave them hanging.”

Daryl narrows his eyes at her, his irritation shifting to something sharper. “You think I care ‘bout them bein’ stuck with those pricks? I care ‘bout you, alright?” He takes a step closer, his voice rising slightly. “You almost got killed. That ain’t happenin’ again.”

Her lips press into a thin line, the annoyance bubbling back up. “Daryl—”

“No,” he cuts her off, shaking his head. “You ain’t goin’ out on those runs anymore. Not with them.”

She crosses her arms, glaring at him. “So what, I just sit here? Watch everyone else deal with their shit while I hide behind these walls?”

“You ain’t hidin’,” he growls, his gaze locking on hers. “You’re keepin’ alive.”

She exhales harshly, the fight in her dampened slightly by the look in his eyes. It’s not just anger—it’s fear, the kind that ties knots in stomachs. He doesn’t back down, though, his stance firm and unyielding. She rubs at the back of your neck, glancing at the ground. Maybe she's realizing she'd feel the same way if it happened to him.

“Fine,” she finally mutters reluctantly, “But you better believe I’m not happy about it.”

“Didn’t think ya would be,” he says, his voice softening just slightly. “But I ain’t losin’ you ‘cause of some damn fools who don’t know what they’re doin’.”

The silence stretches between them, heavy but not entirely uncomfortable. After a moment, Y/N glances toward the gate, then back at Daryl, “Let's go hunt.” she offers, and his eyes find you again, “Clear our heads–it felt good to be out there, despite everything.”

He nods, his lips twitching in what might’ve been the start of a smirk. “’Bout time.”

Together, they make your way to the gate. Sasha stands nearby, leaning against the wall with her rifle slung across her chest. She glances at the two of them, her expression sharp and unreadable, but she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she just gives a slight nod, her gaze lingering as they slip through the opening and into the woods beyond.

The quiet of the trees greets him like an old friend, the tension in his chest easing slightly as the forest wraps around them. Daryl walks ahead, his steps lighter now, more deliberate. She follows close behind, the sounds of Alexandria fading with every step, replaced by the rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds. For the first time since stepping back inside those walls, he starts to feel like himself again.

➳

The woods stretch out, quiet and still, as Daryl keeps his pace steady. The golden light from the setting sun filters through the canopy, dappling the ground in warm hues. The air feels different out here—cleaner, freer—and the irritation that had been simmering in his chest since the scene at the gate begins to fade, little by little. The crunch of leaves under his boots and the faint dampness in the air feel familiar, grounding, like slipping back into an old habit.

He glances over his shoulder, just to check. She’s there, walking a few steps behind him, her movements lighter, more measured now that the tension of Alexandria is behind her. The sight of her out here—away from those walls, those people—makes something in his chest ease. She belongs in the woods, same as him.

Daryl keeps moving, scanning the ground and the edges of the trees for any sign of game. It’s not just about the hunt—it’s about shaking off the day, the frustration still buzzing low in his blood.

“Y’think you’ll get anything?” she asks after a while, her voice soft enough not to disturb the quiet.

He doesn’t look back this time, his eyes sweeping the forest floor. “Dunno,” he mutters, keeping his tone low. “‘Least I ain’t stuck in there listenin’ to their bullshit.”

She huffs a quiet laugh, and he catches it, faint but sharp enough to pull at the corner of his mouth. His pace slows as he spots a clearing up ahead, and he veers toward it, scanning for signs of movement or fresh tracks.

The ground tells the story first. Daryl stops and crouches, his fingers brushing over a faint trail in the dirt. Hoofprints. He studies them, tracing the edges with his fingertips, feeling the soft crumble of the soil. Fresh. He frowns slightly, piecing together the direction and size as he gauges how far the deer might’ve gone. It’s a good trail—something to focus on, something to quiet the irritation still simmering low in his gut.

But then he glances up, and the thought disappears like smoke.

She’s leaning casually against a tree, her arms crossed over her chest, more comfortable than he’s seen her the past few days. Except she’s not wearing the flannel he’d made her throw on earlier—the one he’d pulled from her hips when she’d said goodbye to him before her run. No, now it’s just her damn tank top, damp from the heat of the evening and clinging in all the wrong—no, all the right—places.

His jaw tightens as his gaze flicks over her quickly, like he’s trying to look without actually looking. But it’s damn near impossible not to notice the way the sweat beads lightly on her collarbone, catching the fading sunlight. Or the way the fabric molds to her chest, perfectly outlining what he’s trying so hard not to think about. Braless. As fucking always.

She’d be the death of him.

Daryl curses under his breath, looking back down at the tracks like they’ve got the answer to his problems. They don’t. Not even close. He shifts his weight, adjusting his crossbow on his shoulder and trying to get a grip on himself.

“Find somethin’?” she asks softly from behind him, her voice cutting through the quiet and slicing through his thoughts.

“Yeah,” he mutters, not looking up this time. “Tracks. Fresh.” He stands, brushing his hand on his pants and glancing to the side, deliberately avoiding her gaze. But when she steps closer, right into his space, his breath catches despite himself. He should be used to this by now—the way she affects him so deeply, how just a little skin showing has his pulse hammering in his ears.

He can feel her eyes on him, curious and unbothered, like she doesn’t have the faintest idea what she’s doing to him just by standing there. His fingers twitch at his sides, his jaw tightening as he swallows hard, forcing himself to focus.

“You okay?” she asks, her tone dipping just slightly, and it sends a ripple through him he’s not prepared for.

“’M fine,” he grunts, his voice harsher than he means it to be. But he can’t help it—can’t help the way her presence makes his pulse race, the way the heat from her skin seems to reach him even though she’s not touching.

“You sure?” she presses, stepping even closer now, her brows furrowed slightly, like she’s trying to read his thoughts.

He doesn’t answer, just looks at her finally—really looks—and it’s a mistake. Her cheeks are flushed from the heat, a few strands of hair sticking to her neck. And that damn tank top. His eyes flicker down to her chest again, just for a second, and the sight sends a jolt through him, making his heart thunder and his body tighten in ways he can’t ignore.

“Ya shouldn’t’ve taken off that flannel,” he mutters, his voice rough and uneven as he looks away again, his ears burning.

She raises an eyebrow, and he can see the faint smirk pulling at her lips. “Why not? It’s hot.”

“Yeah, well,” he says, shifting uncomfortably, “you’re gonna get scratched up or somethin’. Ain’t safe.” He’s rambling now, and he knows it, but it’s better than admitting the real reason.

She doesn’t let him off that easy. “Pretty sure I’ll survive,” she teases, her voice soft but pointed, and she takes another step closer.

Daryl tenses, every muscle in his body coiling tight. She’s so damn close now, close enough that he can smell the faint salt of her sweat mixed with the woods around her. He clenches his fists at his sides, the effort of keeping his hands to himself almost painful.

“Y/N…” he growls low, a warning he doesn’t even know how to finish.

Her smirk widens, and she tilts her head, like she’s daring him to finish the thought. “What, Dixon?” she asks, her voice dipping into something that sends his restraint snapping like a twig underfoot.

He catches the glimmer of her wedding ring on her finger in the fading light peeking through the trees. His wife. His.

Without thinking, he stands and closes the gap between them, his hands finding her waist and pinning her back against the tree behind her. He makes sure to keep her head from ricocheting against the harsh bark, one hand cupping the back of her head as he leans her back. She lets out a soft gasp, her eyes going wide for a split second before they darken, her lips parting in a way that damn near ruins him.

“You,” he mutters, his voice rough as gravel, “You drive me fuckin’ crazy.”

Daryl’s hands then grip her waist tightly, his calloused fingers rough against the bare skin peeking out beneath her tank top. His body presses her firmly against the tree, chest pressing against his, and he feels her hardening nipples against the fabric of his shirt, making him groan against your lips as he catches them with his own. He’s near desperate and unrelenting– kissing Y/N like he’s been starving for it, even if he’d had her all to himself just yesterday. Her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, and a low, guttural sound rumbles in his throat. His hips press into hers, the hard line of him against her hips and stomach, causing her to gasp against his lips.

But as his lips trail down her neck, his stubble scraping against her soft and trembling skin, he hears her whimper, her voice coming out breathless, “Daryl... we can’t. Not out here.”

His head snaps up, and his eyes find hers, dark and almost feral, “Why the hell not?” he mutters, his voice low and gravelly as his thumb brushes her hip bone, dipping just under the waistband of her pants.

She glances around the woods, her breaths coming quick. “We’re out in the open,” she hisses, your voice wavering, his mouth returns to your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “What if someone, what if walkers—”

“Then you better keep quiet,” he growls into her ear, his voice rough and commanding, and he feels her shiver against him.

Before she can even argue, his lips claim hers again, silencing whatever protest she might’ve had. His hands move with purpose, sliding under her tank top, fingers brushing over the bare skin that’s been driving him crazy all damn day. When he cups her breasts, his thumb and forefinger twisting hardened nipples, and a low groan escapes him. He kneads and grips at her, rough but deliberate, as if he’s been holding himself back for too long.

Her back arches into him, and her mouth parts instinctively, letting him push his tongue between her lips, exploring and tasting. Spearmint. The flavor hits him, sharp and unexpected—a change from the days on the road when brushing your teeth was a luxury. It’s new, fresh, and he ravages the taste of it as his hands keep working her, his rough palms skimming the soft, plump curves of her chest.

The way she presses into him, her body moving perfectly with his, sends heat rushing through him, and his lips move to her neck, his teeth scraping along your skin before his tongue soothes the marks. Her hands fall to his belt, fumbling with the buckle as his hips grind into hers, the rough bark of the tree biting into her back, only amplifying the heat of his body against hers.

His breath is hot against her collarbone, and he mutters, voice thick with want, “C’mon…” His hands slide lower, gripping the backs of Y/N's thighs and hoisting her up slightly. She clings to him, her legs tightening instinctively as he pins her more firmly against the tree. “Ain’t no one out here but us.”

Her head falls back, exposing more of her neck to him, and he takes full advantage, his mouth trailing lower. His teeth nipping just below her collarbone before his tongue sweeps over the skin, soothing the sting. Her breath hitches, and when she bites your lip to stifle a moan, it nearly undoes him.

“Daryl…” she groans, your fingers digging into his shoulders, her voice shaky and strained. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah,” he mutters into her skin, his lips quirking into a smirk as he pushes the tank top higher. It was the second time she'd said it to him today, and he was starting to think she might only be saying it to feign your reluctance. His mouth trails along the curve of her chest, taking a nipple between his lips, tongue lapping at the hard bud, leaving heat in its wake. “And you love it.”

She doesn't bother denying it, and he doesn’t need to hear it. The way her nails pull at his hair, scraping his scalp enough that the tug makes him groan, and the way she presses into him, needy and desperate, tell him everything he needs to know. 

Every touch, every kiss, snaps the tension between them like a live wire. His head comes back up, eyes wild as he looks at her, his breath ragged as he growls low in her ear, his voice dripping with arousal. “You gonna stay quiet for me,” he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of her ear, “or do I need to remind you how?”

She whimpers, nodding frantically, her lips parting as she tries to catch her breath. The look on her face—needy, pleading—nearly makes him crumble, but he holds it together, driven by the way her body arches into him, asking—begging— for more. His pants fall to the forest floor, his rough hands letting go of her perfectly taut and heavy breasts to push her shorts down next. His hands move to her waistband, yanking her pants lower with a roughness that makes her gasp, his calloused fingers brushing her skin, leaving trails of heat that seem to burn right through her. He doesn’t bother with finesse, taking only one leg out of the pant legs before hoisting it up around his waist.

Daryl’s hand moves down, his thick fingers brushing against her slick center, and he groans, low and guttural, when he feels how wet she is for him. The sound comes from deep in his throat, more animal than man, and his head drops to her shoulder for a moment as he savors the feeling of her arousal coating his fingertips.

“All this fer me?” he rasps, his voice low and gravelly, barely audible through the heat and tension thrumming between them. His words are almost a growl, the disbelief and desire in his tone making her body tremble. She clings to him, panting as she nods, her nails biting into his shoulders now, silently pleading for more.

“Yes,” she whispers, her voice shaking, and the word pushes him closer to the edge of control.

He pulls his hand back, his fingers curling around himself, fisting a few times as his forehead presses against hers again. He lines himself up with her, the tip teasing at her entrance, and then he pushes in, slow and steady, letting out a ragged breath as he feels her take him in, inch by inch. Her head falls back against the tree, jaw slackening as a soft, stifled cry escapes her lips. The tight, wet heat of her around him nearly undoes him, and it takes everything in him not to lose himself right then.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice strained as his hands grip her hips, holding her steady. “You feel so fuckin’ good, girl.”

She bites your lip, her hands gripping tighter at his shoulders as he starts to move, his hips rolling into her slow and deliberate. The friction sends sparks through both of them, every thrust drawing a muffled gasp from her lips as her nails dig into him again. He fights the urge to speed up, to let go completely. He knows the woods aren’t safe enough for him to let her scream the way he loves to hear when they're alone, but it’s hard to hold back when she feels this good.

Daryl leans in, his lips brushing against her neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “Gotta keep quiet, remember?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing as his hips grind against her a little harder, making her shudder against him. “Can’t have the dead hearin’ how good I’m makin’ ya feel.”

Her breath hitches, and she nods again, her thighs tightening around him as he thrusts into her deeper, harder now, his control fraying with every muffled sound she makes. His lips trail down to her collarbone, sucking and biting lightly, leaving marks he knows he'll see later. Marks that’ll remind everyone that she's his and no one else’s. His grip tightens on her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he drives into her with a rough, deliberate rhythm, every thrust making her body press harder against the bark of the tree. His lips brush against the curve of her ear again, his voice a low, gravelly growl.

“Ain’t no one ever gonna touch you but me,” he mutters, her hair tickling his lips. He feels her clench around him at his hot breath against her skin, the words he growls, “Those fuckin’ pricks think they can control you, swing at you… they try anything like that again, I’ll break every damn bone in their bodies.”

He takes her soft earlobe between his teeth, his words laced with raw possession and need. “You hear me? You’re mine. Always been mine.”

Her nails dig into his shoulders, sharp enough to sting, but it only pushes him further. The way she clings to him, her breath coming in soft gasps against his neck, makes his chest tighten and his hips slam into her harder. The sound of her voice—breathless, desperate—is a damn drug, and he’s too far gone to hold back.

“They don’t get to touch what’s mine,” he growls, his lips now traveling down her jaw, “Don’t even get to fuckin’ think about it.” His words come out rough, thick with everything he’s feeling—anger, possession, need.

He pulls back just enough to look at her, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath coming in short, hot bursts. Her eyes meet his, hooded and hazy with arousal, and it drives him insane, “I’ll make sure they never forget it.”

He slams into her harder, his hands rough as he holds her hips, his lips crashing into hers again. It’s messy and all-consuming, and his words keep tumbling out between ragged breaths and kisses.

The way she shudders against him, the way she whimpers in response, almost brings him to the edge once again, but he's not done. His hands grip her even tighter, his thumbs pressing into her skin hard enough that he knows it’ll leave marks. The thought of it—his marks on you, his claim—elicits another growl from his chest.

Her lips part, and the sound of his name falls from her mouth like a prayer. “I’m yours, Daryl,” she pants, hanging onto him with desperation. “All yours.”

She cling to him, your her arching as he can feel her nearing close and closer to her finish. His growls mix with her muffled cries, the two of them moving together in a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing.

“My wife ,” he breathes, his voice breaking, and he presses his lips to hers again, rough and hungry. She's his, and he’ll do anything—hurt, kill anyone—to keep it that way.

His hand slides down to the back of her knee, lifting her higher, adjusting the angle just enough to make her gasp sharply into his mouth. He takes advantage of the sound, swallowing it with another deep kiss as he thrusts into her harder, deeper. The friction between them is electric, every roll of his hips drawing a muffled cry from her lips that makes him burn hotter.

“That’s right, baby,” he mutters against her lips, his voice rough and raw as his hips snap into her again. “Take it. Take all of me.”

She clings tighter to him, her body arching and moving with his in perfect rhythm, every inch of her responding to him like she was made for this—made for him. The tension in his gut builds sharp and fast, coiling tighter with every muffled sound she makes, every time her nails rake over his skin.

Her thighs tighten around him, and he knows she's close, feels it in the way her body shakes and clenches around him. He buries his face in her neck, his lips dragging along her skin, his breath hot and uneven.

“C’mon,” he growls into her ear, his voice breaking as he thrusts harder, faster, losing himself completely. “Cum with me. Let me feel you, baby. Let me fuckin’ feel it.”

Y/N's body responds, tensing and arching into him as she cries out his name, her release hitting her hard. He clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle the cries, but he can hardly control himself. The way she flutters around him, the way her nails dig into him as she falls apart, is all it takes to send him over the edge. His hips stutter, and he buries himself deep one last time, his own release crashing through him like a tidal wave.

He groans low in her ear, his arms wrapping tightly around her as he holds her against the tree, both of them shaking and breathless. For a moment, the world is quiet except for the sound of her ragged breathing and the steady thrum of his heartbeat pounding in his chest. His forehead presses against hers again, his eyes slipping shut.

“You good?” he murmurs, his voice hoarse, his hands still gripping her thighs, letting both of them catch their breath together, intertwined in more ways than one.

She nods, fingers brushing lightly through his damp hair, and he lets out a breathy laugh, rough and low in his chest. “M’sorry,” he breathes, his lips ghosting over your skin as he opens his eyes. “Get a little…”

“I loved it,” she chuckles softly, cutting him off, her voice filled with warmth. “I’m yours. I love you.” Her breath wafts over his face, and his eyes darken at the admission, as if it’s the first time he’s hearing it. “But you know I can handle those pricks, don’t ya?”

His lips twitch, curving into a faint smile as he gently sets her back down, his hands steadying until her legs find balance. He lingers, his thumb brushing her waist before he lets go, watching as she readjusts her clothes. “Yeah,” he says finally, tugging his pants back up and fastening them. “But I ain’t gonna stand and watch ‘em try to throw punches at you, neither.”

She huffs out a soft laugh, grabbing the flannel she'd tossed aside earlier and shrugging it back on. As she buttons it, his fingers catch her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. The lazy, hooded smile on her face makes his heart skip, and the heat in her eyes stirs a flicker of something that hasn’t quite settled yet.

His lips brush hers again, this time soft and unhurried, savoring the moment, drawing it out. When he pulls back, his rough fingers linger on her jaw for just a second longer than necessary. “‘nd I love ya too,” he murmurs, his voice soft but firm.

Releasing her face, he steps back and adjusts his crossbow back onto his shoulder. “Now,” he says, the familiar gruffness returning to his tone, “let’s find dinner.”

She smirks, smoothing down her flannel as she glances around the quiet woods. “Sure we didn’t scare it off?”

He huffs out a dry laugh, the corner of his mouth twitching. “If we did,” he mutters, his eyes trailing over her one last time, “reckon it was worth it.”

[emilyssky]

Chapter 12: The Mess We Made

PAIRING: Lee Know! X fem!reader

GENRE(S): college au, smut, angst

WARNINGS: Mentions of violence and abuse, depression, self harm, eating disorders etc.. mentions of blood, swearing, smoking, smut [ dirty talk, oral; giving and receiving, choking, spanking, praising, degradation, pet names, sometimes Minho is a dick :)

SUMMARY: "Do you remember what you told me the first time we met?"  

"What?"

"You said; Always leave people a little better than you found them" he looked at the floor with a small smile for a few seconds and then his eyes found mine. "You really annoyed me when we first met. I envied your optimism and excitement for life. But each time I saw you, I felt a certain thrill. You made me angry, you made me laugh., you made me feel everything. Something about you made me feel a little more alive each time. I know I fucked up and I know I'm an asshole but I'm also brutally in love with you."    

One year ago today Chan was running around my apartment, anxiously changing from a variety of dress shirts and pants. I remember how big this event was for him and how nervous he was about going for the first time, since back then he only knew the boys just a couple of months. This year things are different.

To say that I was anxious about going is an understatement and thank fucking god that Emma let me borrow one of her dresses cause I probably wouldn't have gone otherwise. Emma grew up in a quite wealthy family, she attended one of the best private schools in the area, and that involved many fancy parties and proms. So she has a good amount of nice, long dresses.

Unlike Emma, I was invited last minute and not by the person I would like, either way, I'm happy that Jeongin invited me the night we hang out. In Seungmin's family apparently, it's a tradition to host a Christmas Eve dinner party, and was a massive deal for him growing up. His nights before Christmas were filled with fancy dresses and suits, people drinking a shit tone of champagne, and 5-star catering employees walking around with plates of foods too small to be that expensive while classical Christmas music played in the background. During the last few years that he's been living on his own, he decided to carry on his family tradition and this year is no exception. I was kind of excited, I have to admit, it's not every day that I get to wear a fancy-ass dress and act like I'm not a broke college student that can barely keep her shit together. The one thing that I was stressing about was the fact that you had to bring a date. Of course, Seungmin told me that it would be completely okay if I show up alone but honestly, it will feel a little pathetic going solo, especially since he's going to be there. A small part of me wanted him to ask me that night. I waited and waited until the second I got out of his car but he never did. Moments from yesterday have been playing through my mind on repeat, like a film from an old movie, bits and pieces of the way he look at me and how the way his smile made the night sky a little brighter. I didn't expect him to call or text but still, since I woke up every time a notification would pop up a part of me hoped it was him. I'm both scared and curious to see how he's gonna act tonight but I know that if he acts like nothing happen it's gonna hurt just a little more this time.

Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix offered to be my dates yet I said no to all three of them. Everyone knows that we're friends and if I showed up with one of them as my date it would mean that I wasn't able to find someone else. Which is true, finding someone who's willing to come as your date to a nice Christmas Eve party is harder than I thought. When Kai offered to be my date after overhearing me complain to Hyunjin about not having one I was extremely reviled. I like Kai, he's pretty chill and I feel like he's going to be a great date, plus everyone knows him. Emma is going with Seungmin obviously, while Chan, Hyunjin, and Felix are all going solo, probably in hopes of getting laid.

I smoothen the front of my dress as we step into the elevator. The dress Emma gave me is breathtaking. It's a deep, dark shade of red that contrasts with the paleness of my skin perfectly and the satin fabric falls loose around my body yet tight enough in the right places in order to hug my curves perfectly. The straps are thin, not offering much support to my breasts, but thankfully Emma and I have similar chests so the cups of the dress are enough. My whole back is bare, the fabric starting from the top of my ass and hitting the ground while the big cut that's starting from the middle of my thigh, exposed almost my whole leg. I kept my makeup natural, letting the dress and the deep red that painted my lips do all the work. On any other occasion, I would've perfectly straightened my hair, but his compliment from last night tickled the side of my brain, so I let my long, thick brown curls fall all over my shoulders and down my back.

I bounced my right leg up and down, the sound of my heels clicking against the floor of the large elevator filling the small space.

"Can't you just relax?" Emma touched up the sides of her nude, glossy lips with the tip of her finger in the elevator mirror. She is dressed in a white, tight, strapless dress that makes her figure look almost fake. The way her boobs are pushed upwards and the way the fabric of the dress is so tight around her waist make her body look incredible, offering her an hourglass shape.

"Yeah, you've been fidgeting the whole way here." Kai adds, leaning against the wall with hands in his pockets. He's wearing a simple black suit with a dark red tie to match my dress, which I find really thoughtful and cute. His dirty blond hair is messily styled, yet somehow he managed to look like a runway model.

"I've never been in anything like this before." I mumble but in reality, that's not the reason I've been on edge since I woke up. It's not the people that are gonna be there, it's not the fancy setting or the nice clothes. It's him. It's the fact that he's going to be there, and the irritating feeling deep inside me that he's not going to be alone.

Kai pushes himself off the wall just as the elevator doors over. "You look stunning, relax." He leans in my way, his tone just a little lower than before.

I exhale, forming a small smile and we exit the elevator.

"It's going to be so much fun!" Emma squeals, fastening her step down the hall. "I'm so excited!"

We reach their door and Emma rings the doorbell. I feel my palms sweating already, my fingers playing with each other nervously. Kai shoots me a glance before resting his hand on my lower back, his fingers brushing my hip.

The door opens.

Seungmin's eyes go wide, the rest of his face staying completely still. "You're kidding." His gaze travels along her body.

Her smile goes wide, her whole face blushing. "You like it?"

He clears his throat. "There are people here." His tone drops so that only we are able to hear him. "So I can't really express myself properly. "

I hold my laugh. They're so freaking cute.

He opens the door further. "Please, come in."

The apartment is brighter than ever, with beautiful chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, crystals reflecting the light perfectly down on the crowd of people talking and slow dancing in the middle of the massive living room. All the furniture has been removed, the couch, the armchairs, the tables, everything, leaving the space empty and open. I can count almost 30 people here, and I can't help but let my eyes stare in awe at all the beautiful dresses and outfits. It's like a ball straight out of a movie, with slow music playing in the background, the food, the drinks, and the people, it's incredible.

"Oh, my god baby..." Emma whispers, wrapping her arm around Seungmin as we walk further into the apartment.

"Don't worry, " He says, sensing how nervous all 3 of us suddenly are. "Everyone here is in my inner circle, just close friends and family. All the guys are already here, as well."

Em's feet freeze. "Family?"

A soft smile overtakes Seungmin's lips. "Come with me."

We watch as he drags her further into the crowd, disappearing.

"Well," Kai turns to me. "Shall we go find the others?"

"I'm gonna need a drink first." I chuckle nervously.

Kai looks around, locking eyes with one of the waiters walking slowly between the people, offering them a glass of champagne, and motions for him politely to come our way.

"Champagne?" The blond waiter offers with a sweet smile.

I curl my fingers around a glass, lifting it off his tray. "Thank you."

He nods politely and walks away.

"I see them," Kai says close to my ear. "Let's go."

He takes my hand in his, leading the way to the end of the living room, near the massive windows, that offered an incredible view of the night city. All of them are standing there in a circle talking amongst themselves. Chan's eyes spot us and I can't help but smile at his expression.

"No way." He shakes his head, not believing his eyes. His comment makes everyone's head snap in our direction.

"Holy shit!" Hyunjin's eyes go wide, the glass of champagne freezing inches away from his mouth.

"What can I say?" Kai lifts his free hand, shrugging with a smug expression. " I might have the hottest date in the whole party."

"Shut up." I roll my eyes, his comment making heat spread all over my face.

Chan inches forward, looking at me from head to toe. "You look unreal." He takes my hand, pulling me away from Kai's grip and spinning me into a circle. "Wow."

I can't help but giggle a little.

"No seriously," Hyunjin moves to stand next to Chan. "You look hot as fuck."

"Thank you guys." I nod at both of them, appreciating the way they always go out of their way to make me feel good about myself. "You don't look but yourselves."

Chan adjusts his black tie, making it a little tighter around his neck before rolling up the sleeves of his perfectly straight, white dress shirt, that I ironed a few hours ago after much begging from his part. With black dress pants, black boots, and his dark, messy curls styled just enough to look good but not preppy, he looks shockingly different. Hyunjin wears a similar outfit to Chan and with a face like his and the way his long, blonde hair falls just above his shoulders, he looks like a prince. I move my gaze behind them, noticing Jisung, Jeongin, and Changbin with Lia, who's apparently the only one with a date. I quickly realize that Minho and Felix are missing.

"Where's Felix and Minho?" I ask them as casually as I can.

I notice the small glance that they exchange before Hyunjin speaks up. "Smoke break." I simply nod and move to greet the rest of them.

"Oh, my gosh you look stunning!" I give her a quick hug.

She tugs her hair behind her ear, shyly. "Thank you, you look amazing too."

"Green?" I lift my eyebrow at Changbin's dark green suit.

"I don't like boring outfits." He smirks. "The room is full of them."

"Shut up, Shrek." Jisung rolls his eyes at his friend, pulling me into a hug.

"Hey," I mumble with a soft smile in the small space between his shoulder and his neck.

"I was waiting for you." He says.

"Too many people?"

He scoffs a laugh. "Too many fancy, important people and not enough alcohol to get me though. There are some people connected to my family here as well and let's say that I would rather not talk to them at all. " He explains.

I remember when Minho explained to me everything about Jisung's past and how he and Seungmin are connected but I mask my face and pretended not to know anything. "Really?"

"Yeah, I'll tell you another time."

"Okay." I touch his shoulder sympathetically.

"Hello, gorgeous." Jeongin pulls me in a small, side hug, his cologne hitting my nose immediately.

"Hi." I smile at his compliment.

"So you found a date?" He nods Kai's way, who's chatting with Chan and Hyunjin.

"More like the date found me." I shrug.

He takes a sip of his champagne. "Bummer."

"Bummer?" I lift my eyebrows. "Why?"

"I would've asked you if I knew you were available." He boldly states, his face natural and his eyes confident.

"What made you think I wasn't available when you told me about the party?" I reply, mirroring his confidence.

His face breaks into a smile, dropping his head a little lower. "Were you?"

His question almost feels challenging and makes me wonder if he knows anything about me and Minho.

I look away, into the crowd. "Jeongin, if you had asked me, I would've said yes." I reply instead.

I feel him taking a step forward. "Well, I'll remember that moving forward."

I don't know what to do or say besides simply smiling at him, his forceful approach taking me by surprise.

He lifts his half-empty glass of champagne towards me and I do the same, before drowning the remains of the bubbly liquid.

"May I steal her for a few minutes?" I feel Kai's hand resting on my back.

Jeongin brings his lips into a tight smile. "Of course, she's your date after all."

I let Kai lead me to the dance floor where a good amount of couples are slow dancing to a beautiful melody coming from the speakers. I place my hand comfortably on his shoulder and wrap the other one around his before we start swinging to the music.

"So," He drags the word. "You're switching to one of his best friends?"

I look at him confused. "What?"

"I thought Minho was the one you were going after." He lets go of my waist, spinning me 2 times before settling back into our previous position.

"I'm not 'going after' anyone." I straighten my back. "And to answer your question; no. Minho wasn't one."

"And Jeongin is?" He presses but not at all in a rude or angry way. His tone is light and conversational.

"Can't a girl just have fun?" I almost whine out loud.

"Oh, trust me you can have fun." He chuckles charmingly. "If having 3 guys running after you is your idea of fun."

Now it's my turn to chuckle. "That's not true."

He clears his throat. "You're right, 4."

I narrow my eyes at his hint of a smile. " I know I'm not your type."

He tightens his grip, pulling a little closer, my body pressing onto his. "No, you're not. But I would never say no to you."

That, I've known for a while. Chan had told me that Kai was interested in me months ago, yet despite him being breathtakingly handsome and a really nice guy, I wasn't ready to move on. I wasn't ready to hook up or mess around cause if I would have gotten involved with him, that's all our relationship would be.

"Ah," He purrs near my ear. "And that's the reason you would say no, to both me and Jeongin." I feel his head nod in the opposite direction, his words making my body freeze on his hands. "Don't look, it will make it too obvious."

I wanna look. I wanna look so bad. The desire to simply see him is so intense that it scares me and makes me feel like an addict wanting desperately to get his hit.

"Is he looking?" I whisper in his ear, even though I know Minho can't possibly hear me, and even though I somehow can feel his eyes burning at my exposed back.

"Yep. Intensely, may I add."

I don't move a muscle. "Is he alone?" I asked the question that's been eating me alive.

"Nope."

I exhale, and I try to stay relaxed, I try to keep dancing, pretending to be unbothered by his presence and honestly, my curiosity would have gotten the best of me if Seungmin's voice didn't echo through the speaker, interrupting the music and dancing.

"First of all, I would like to thank each and every one of you that decided to spend Christmas Eve here." He says into the mic, standing on top of the first few steps of their huge staircase, getting everyone's attention. Kai forces our movements to a halt but still keeps a hand on my waist as we stand, facing Seungmin just like everyone.

"This gathering means so much to me, and I'm really happy that I get to host my own version of my family's tradition along with all the people that matter most to me."

It's eating me up inside, an uncontrollable craving and a tightness in my chest. Just a look, a tiny little glance to satisfy my curiosity.

"To my bandmates, to my friends, to my family, and to my lovely girl." He lifts his glass and the whole room does the same. Emma stands in front of him, smiling like I've never seen her before.

Just a peek.

I turn my head to the right, slightly and carefully, with my glass lifted towards Seungmin but the rest of his speech fades into background noise the minute my eyes lock with his. I swear to god, if Kai wasn't holding my waist, my knees would have bugled.

There he was, standing a few meters away, looking simply breathtaking. And already looking at me. Looking at me with a spark in his eyes, a force, a look so dark that made my throat dry, and I couldn't look away, I couldn't take my eyes off him. He looks, unlike anything I've seen him before. He's dressed in black dress pants that make his thighs look mouthwatering and a simple black dress shirt with the first few buttons open, exposing his wide chest. His hair, for the first time ever, is styled, with the left side slightly pushed back while the right front part of his hair falls perfectly over his eye. He looks so magnetizing that I almost didn't notice the petite blonde clinging to his side, under his arm. Dressed in a black, skintight, long-sleeve dress, with a full face of makeup and full red lips.

He smirks, lifting his glass my way with a challenging nod.

"So please enjoy yourselves tonight, and let's welcome Christmas in the best way possible." I snap my eyes back to Seungmin, finally able to breathe. Everyone starts cheering and clapping and when the music started playing again, everyone went back to either dancing or talking almost themselves while enjoying the incredible food and drinks, but I can't move. Not when my mind is glued to the image of her next to him. Who is she? I've never seen her before.

"Do you want another drink?" Kai asks. "Maybe a stronger one?"

"Yes, please." I breathe, wanting nothing more than to be dragged away from the dance floor, and enjoy a strong gin tonic in the corner, where I can't even see him. I let Kai lead the way, with his hand placed on my lower back. We reach the bar, and spot Felix and Hyunjin talking.

"Y/n!" Felix's eyes widen. "You look incredible." He wraps his arms around my waist, lifting my feet off the ground.

A series of giggles escape me. "Put me down! You're drawing attention."

"Are you enjoying the party?" Hyunjin questions with a lift of his eyebrows and a small knowing smile.

Instead of answering, I lean into the counter closer to the bartender making the drinks. "One gin tonic, please. Strong."

Felix lets out a low whistle. "We'll take that as a no."

"I was enjoying my night just fine." I cross my hands, looking into the distance. They're still on the dance floor, her hands loose around his neck and his holding her waist, like they've never held mine. They move slowly to the music as they chat casually. It's hard to stop my eyes from narrowing at the way his face looks almost relaxed, with a light smile as he speaks.

"Staring at him won't work." Hyunjin jokes, copying my position, arms crossed, back leaning into the table.

Felix lets out a laugh.

"Your drink miss." The bartender pushes the glass my way and I take it in my hands, taking a sip immediately.

"Is something going on that I don't know about?" Felix gives me a look.

"Nope." I shake my head, continuing to sip my drink, not taking my eyes off them.

"Something is definitely going on." Kai copies my position as well.

"You can tell us." Hyunjin adds.

"Nothing's going on." I've drank almost half of my drink already. "And even if there was, I wouldn't tell any of you."

"Excuse me?" Felix says, giving me a glare from head to toe while Hyunjin places a hand over his heart.

"Oh, please!" I roll my eyes at their reactions. "You would run to Chan and give him a full presentation of what I'd said, and you know it."

"That's a lie." Felix points his finger at me. "Your secrets are always safe with us princess."

"Exactly." Hyunjin nods. "Even if it's about fucking one of Chan's best friends"

"It's not like that!" Hyunjin's words make my tone rise, feeling a sudden need to explain myself but they simply laugh. "And besides, Chan's my-" Speaking of the devil Chan makes his way toward us, with his hands casually in his pockets, walking through the crowd like he's 7 feet tall.

"Chan!" I greet him. "Hi."

"Hello, pretty lady." He offers me a broad smile, before turning his attention to Felix and Hyunjin. "I need some help."

"Why? What happened?"

"Seungmin's having some trouble with the cakes." He scratches the back of his neck, a habit of his. "For some reason, they couldn't be delivered here, so someone has to go and get them from the bakery, which closes in approximately," He checks his watch. "19 minutes."

"I'll come. " Felix offers immediately.

"Oh, my god, thanks man." Chan sighs in relief.

"No, problem." He sets his half-empty glass on the table. "We'll finish the conversation later." He sends me a wink.

"What conversation?"

Felix pushes Chan towards the door, chuckling. "Nothing mate, come on let's go."

. . . . . . . . .

I tried sneaking glances as much as I could, whether he was dancing with her, going to get a drink at the bar, or absolutely devouring the mini burgers, and he didn't find my eyes once. Even when he was talking with the rest of the boys and I stood only a few feet away, fully involved in the conversation as well, he never once addressed me. In fact, he didn't even look my way. At all. All night. He smiled and talked, and acted like nothing was going on, like he was fully comfortable with me being almost right next to him. Like nothing had happened. He was simply ignoring me the whole night, so successfully that it made pure rage grow inside me. At the fact that it was so each for him to do so, when I couldn't even breathe properly when he was near, at the way he smiled and talked and danced with her, and most importantly at the way he looked absolutely ravishing. Simply stunning.

My anger was growing and growing each second, each minute, each hour passing and I found myself at the bar more often than I should. The party was beautiful. The decorations, the music, the elegantly dressed people, everything. Kai did dance with me numerous times, and I also danced with Hyunjin and Jisung but at times like these when Kai is somewhere talking or smoking with the boys and Emma is busy playing hostess with Seungmin, I give myself a second to simply do some people watching, and fully take in this beautiful scene unraveling in front of me. Everyone is having a great time, Emma and Seungmin along with Changbin and Lia are currently on the dance floor, and the rest of the boys are chatting and laughing. Every single person in here, has a smile on their face, enjoying the moment, something I can't bring myself to do. Hell, even Minho has a hint of a smile on his face.

I drown my 4th glass of gin and tonic.

"Easy there tiger." Jisung takes the now-empty glass from my hand. "Someone's clearly not having fun."

"I am having fun." I scoff. "In fact, I'm having a great time, this party is amazing." I wave my hand around.

"Yes, it is." He smiles, focusing his eyes on me. "Are you okay, kid?"

It's weird how Jisung can always realize when something's wrong, but then again I don't think that I'm making a good job of hiding it.

"Can I ask you a question?" I ask back.

"Sure."

"Do you smoke?"

He blinks at my straightforward question. "Occasionally, yes. Why?"

"Can I have one?"

He blinks again. "Um," Another blink. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Please." I press in a high-pitched tone when he appears to be looking around, probably for Hyunjin.

He sighs but reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes.

"For an occasional smoker, you sure are prepared." I tease.

He rolls his eyes at me with a smile. "Do you want it or not?" He holds a cigarette between his fingers.

My eyes light up and I immediately take it. "Yes please."

"I'd suggest you go somewhere else to smoke it." He lets his eyes trail around the room once again as if we're dealing right in front of 30 people, placing a lighter in my hands as well.

"Yes, I know." I hide the cigarette inside my palm. "Thanks, Jisung."

He gives me a short nod with a hint of hesitation in his big brown eyes and lets me walk away from him. My legs drag me up the stairs, making a turn to the only room I've ever been in this house. I open the big, glass door and exit the room, walking into the massive balcony. This time I don't climb the stairs to the roof, I walk further into the balcony until I reach the railing. It's a lovely night, perfect for Christmas Eve, the stars and moon lighting up the night sky and blending perfectly with the chilly atmosphere. I shiver, my bare shoulders moving inwards mechanically in an attempt to protect my body from the cold yet I don't wrap my arms around it, instead, I welcome the cold and let it lift the little hairs on my arms and spread goosebumps across my skin. Something about the cold air hitting me, this shivering feeling tingling my back, calms me down. It's like reality showering you in the best way possible, grounding you. I take the cigarette between my teeth, the red of my lips staining the edge and I circle my hand around it, lighting it up. The first inhale hits me hard, reminding me just how much I've missed it; the feeling of the sudden numbness in your brain unraveling and spreading everywhere in your body, and how suddenly with each inhale you feel more and more separated from the world around you. I let the moment sink in in my intoxicated mind, appreciating where I am right now and saving it. I know that my moment is gone when I hear the noise, the footsteps, and the door slamming, and even though I stay still, facing the night sky, hands resting on the railing, it doesn't take longer than 5 seconds to realize that it's him. Maybe it was his sweet vanilla scent mixed with a hint of cigarettes, that filled the air immediately or the way his light, slightly audible breathing sounded somewhat familiar, but I knew.

"Hello, Angel."

"Minho," I simply acknowledge him.

"I didn't know you had a tattoo on your back." He spoke in a low, controlled tone.

The corners of my mouth lift. "I have 5." I stay facing forward, pausing to take another drag of the cigarette and taking my time to exhale the smoke. "And there are many things you don't know about me."

"Like?" He starts walking my way, and I know that he has his hands in his pockets and a small smile is dancing on those beautiful lips, without having to look.

"You'll find out if you stop ignoring me."

My comment forced a chuckle out of him and suddenly he appears to my right with his back resting on the railing, facing me. When I move my eyes from the night sky to look at him, regret showers me from head to toe. I was right about the small smile but definitely not prepared for the way he looks at me through his long lashes. Having not made eye contact for most of the night, being here, and being looked at by him feels like the highlight of my night. And I hate it, almost as much as I hate the way my heart starts beating just a little bit faster.

His fingers come up, snatching the cigarette from between my own in such a swift movement, bringing it to his mouth. "Smoking doesn't look good on you, angel."

I admire how he moves the cigarette to his other hand, the one away from me, taking a drag of it midway and exhaling, and it's honestly crazy how attractive it is to me. "I don't care." I reply, trying to appear unbothered.

"Are you enjoying the dance?" He asks and if I didn't know any better, I would think that he actually cared but I recognize the irony in his voice.

"Of course, I am," I play along. "It's wonderful."

He drops his eyes to the floor. "I think I'm getting pretty good at realizing when you're lying."

My body stiffens. "I'm not lying." The party is wonderful...

"Well, I think you are." His words mix with the smoke as he exhales.

"And what makes you think that?" I further ask, holding eye contact for just a few seconds.

He shrugs. "Maybe it was the quite visible stiffness of your body the whole time, the constant frown that was plastered on those red lips, or the way too much drinking out of discomfort and nervousness. But I think it was probably the fact that you danced only up to 30% of your abilities thanks to that lame excuse of a partner you choose to drag along with you as a date." A small smile threatens to spread on his face, but he contains it.

"None of what you've just said is true," I try to brush him off, forcing myself to act like his words didn't affect me or how it scared me that everything he just said is in fact true. It makes me feel like I can't possibly hide from him, as if he can read me like an open book without even trying. "And don't talk shit about Kai, he's a great date and someone I actually know and have fun with."

His smile widened into a smirk. "Anna and I know each other for quite some time."

I stare into the sky again. "I didn't ask and I don't care."

"You didn't have to, I can see how it's been eating you up inside since you laid eyes on us." The confidence that laces his teasing tone makes me tense up and I feel his gaze on me as he continues.

Us...

"I saw the way you roamed your eyes from her head to her toes every chance you got, probably analyzing everything about her." He blows the last bit of the smoke before pressing the edge of the remaining cigarette on the railing and throwing it away. "It was easy to guess what was going through your mind, " He pushes himself off the railing and moves slowly, almost like a cat, circling around me and leaning closer and closer. "Questions, questions, so many questions, and doubts. I could almost feel you comparing every little thing about her to you." He stops behind me, his chest nearly touching my back yet still knocking the air out of my chest. I swallow hard, feeling his head moving to the side of my face, just above my shoulder.

"And honestly, I don't know what felt more entertaining to me; the fact that I could smell the jealousy out of you or the fact that you actually thought that she stands a chance next to you." He whispers, lips brushing against the cell of my ear and I'm on fire, from head to toe. He's suddenly close, so close, his scent hitting my nose, intoxicating my brain even more and memories of his hands on me and his body pressing against mine begin to dance around my head.

"Minho.." I try my best to sound stable, but my words come out breathy.

He pushes his face further into the curve of my neck, his lips traveling all around, brushing my skin. "What do you want angel?"

Such a dangerous question to ask when I feel like he has my body wrap around his finger without even touching it. "S-stop it. You can't do that."

His low chuckle against my skin sends a wave of vibrations all the way down to my core. "Can't?"

"Yes." I somehow find the strength to push my body away from his and turn to face him, resting my back against the railing for much-needed support. "You've been ignoring me the whole night, and now you wanna come and play games with me? That's not how it works." I cross my arms.

His face is now stripped of any playfulness, his features turning hard as he looks down at me. A moment of silence passes until he decides to speak. "I wasn't ignoring you."

I chuckle lightly. " Yes, you were. Completely."

He bites his bottom lip softly, eyes moving up and down my body fast. "I wasn't ignoring you, " He repeats. "I was trying to contain myself. There's a difference."

I feel my breath shaking at his words, and all I can do is stare at him, no words coming out.

He looks up, inhaling, tongue running over his bottom teeth as he steps forward. "You look fucking exquisite." He drawls. His hands grip the railing tight, trapping me. "My breath was yours the minute I laid eyes on you."

I can only hear my heart drumming against my chest, his words making me freeze. "I don't-"

A noise escapes him, almost like a growl. His nose bumps against mine gently, and his cigarette breath fills the small space between us. "You think I was enjoying watching him have his hands all over you?"

"It sure looked like it. " I whisper, looking up at him.

His eyes are dark, moving everywhere around my face before settling on my lips. "That was the point."

"Why is everything a game to you?" I can't help but whine.

He doesn't answer instead he brushes his lips against mine, taking my words and breath, and flashes me a look. His eyes warning me and asking me at the same time, and in a split second his lips are on mine. His mouth moved with so much power, so much force that it made my grip on the railing tighten as my knees almost gave up. It didn't take long before my mind caught up, making my own lips move against his with the same hunger and he hummed in response, satisfied. His cold hands cupped my jaw as his tongue began brushing aggressively against mine, demanding complete access which I was more than happy to provide. Our mouths danced together in a way that felt almost like a war, biting and sucking, nibbling and pulling, his hand traveled to my hair, grabbing a handful of my dark curls and forcing my head to tilt upwards, breaking the kiss with a choked moan. His mouth traveled to my jaw and down to my neck, leaving wet spots behind and marking my skin softly.

"You have no idea how hard it was for me to contain myself all night,"  He breaths out. "when all I wanted to do was bend you over and admire how hot the back of that dress would look as I fuck you from behind. "

A sound so desperate and needy ripped through my throat at his words, my body in shock and melting in his hands as he continues to devour my neck and chest, his mouth going everywhere.

"Minho.." I find the strength to whisper.

"Yeah, I know.." He groans against my skin.

"Someone could see us." I add.

He drags his lips from my neck back to my jaw, until his mouth is ghosting over mine again "I know," His eyes are hungry and wild. "don't care though."

I laugh under my breath. "We both know that's a lie."

"A lie?"

"Minho, you don't wanna be seen with me." I shake my head lightly. "Every time we're around people you act like a completely different person."

"It's not that angel." He exhales against my lips, brushing his nose against mine. His hands move slowly, from my jaw down my chest, his rough fingers toy with the thin straps of my dress before traveling down to my exposed cleavage. His eyes meet mine as he drags his fingers in between my breasts, making my nipples harden, the shape of them visible through the thin satin material. His mouth twists when he notices, his lips coming together hard. I feel my breath tremble as his hand passes from my stomach and doesn't stop. I switch my gaze from his hand to his eyes nervously while he stays focused on his movement, with eyebrows frowned. When his fingers brush over my core, I inhale sharply, holding my breath.

"God, it would be so satisfying to see just how wet you are for me right now." He lets out a low groan, smiling.

"I'm not." I swallow, tightening my jaw, looking at him dead in the eye.

His smile turns into a smirk, dark and wicked, that shakes me to my core and awakes a hunger deep inside me, making me wetter than I already was. "Let's check then shall we?"

Before I have any time to protest or do anything, he knocks my left foot with his, making my legs open enough for his hand to creep in from the opening of the dress that exposed my leg from my hip bone all the way down to my ankle.

"Minho!" My voice comes out more like a whine, the end of his name dying in my throat as his fingers waste no time, pulling my underwear to the side.

"Ah, shit." He hums in approval closing his eyes when his finger opens my folds, gently rubbing my clit and letting my wetness soak it. His smile grows as his teeth capture his bottom lip between them. "You're dripping baby."

I place my hands on his chest. "Please, s-stop."

"I don't think you want me to stop. Not when I can so easily do," His middle finger slides inside me, effortlessly. "This."

A moan leaves my lips, my head falling back at the unexpected pleasure.

His finger starts moving, fast and hard, making wet, sinful sounds mixed with my embarrassing whimpering fill the air.

"That's it, baby." He drags the words, in a low tone, attaching his lips once again against my jaw.

"Oh my god," I brokenly say, fisting his shirt. He slides another finger in with absolutely no warning, keeping the same brutally pleasurable pace and I feel my stomach tightening, the pleasure building and building. Everything has faded again, an effect that only he has on me, suddenly it's just me and him and I find myself not caring about where we are or who can see us as I let myself fall apart on his fingers.

His lips find mine, swallowing my gasps, in a sloppy kiss. "You feel so good around my fingers angel." His free hand comes up to cup my jaw, forcing my eyes to him, foreheads touching. "You think you can come for me? Huh?"

The way he speaks, so cockily and confidently, is challenging me and I hate how much the way he teases and handles my body, pushes me closer to the edge. This back-and-forth thing between us, this feeling, this rush of adrenaline that consumes me every time he's around is getting addictive and I want more and more. I want him more and more.

His fingers curled inside me, effortlessly finding that spot, and hitting it repeatedly. "S-shit."

"Found it." He says proudly in my ear, gently biting my earlobe, and if I wasn't currently on the verge of having an orgasm at a balcony, during Seunming's Christmas Eve party, I would have slapped that smirk off his face.

The knot in my stomach tightens, my legs begin to shake, and I feel like my heart is going to beat out of my chest, heat rising to my face. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing circles over it and the second he applies just the tiniest amount of pressure, I feel the pleasure creeping in.

"Minho, I'm g-gonna.." My orgasm hits me like a wave, my whole body going numb, gasps and moans of his name fall from my lips.

"There we go baby," He groans, connecting his forehead to mine again. "Ride it out." All of his digits move perfectly together, not slowing down even a tiny bit, as I make a mess of them. My eyes stay shut, still unable to breathe while the remains of my high still linger, the bliss still tingling my insides.

When he feels me relax, he pulls his fingers out, letting some of my release wet my inner thighs. I open my eyes slowly meeting his. He's grinning like a satisfied child, that got what he wanted.

"Well," He lifts an eyebrow, bringing his two fingers to his mouth and wrapping his full, pink lips around them, sucking them clean while holding eye contact. "That was lovely."

I blink and I swallow hard, and then blink again. Staring up at him, not really knowing what to say, my mind completely blank. "I- uhm.." I stutter, and it could be my head trying to wrap itself around what just happened or how the moonlight falls on his face perfectly, lighting up his big, brown eyes, but I struggle to form a sentence. His hair, a little messed up, probably from my hands, and his whole face, glowing, making me wish I could take a photo of him in this moment.

"I-I-uhm," He mocks, eyes moving all over my face. "Not knowing what to say; that's the 'Minho effect'. " He shrugs.

His words snap me out of my haze. "God, you're so arrogant." I push at his chest, making him stubble just a step, his shoulders shaking with laughter. I cross my arms, shaking my head at the boy in front of me. It's the second time, I've heard him laugh.

He bounces back to his previous spot, lowering his head a bit to catch my gaze, his eyes dark and beautiful. "Are you obsessed with me yet or should I try harder?"

I roll my eyes, fighting back a small smile, this playful and flirty side of his might be my favorite. It's making me wish we could stay like this forever. So close to each other, so open and relaxed. But sadly the nature of our relationship is nothing like that.

I open my mouth to answer but the shout of my name ripping through the air, makes me freeze.

Hyunjin.

He steps into the balcony, chest rising and falling so hard that he's visibly struggling to breathe. His face is covered with a thin layer of sweat and his hair is messily falling over his face as if he was repeatedly running his hands over them.

"Hyunjin?" My head snaps to him, but it's the look on his face, the panic in his eyes that makes my blood run cold, and my feet to take a step forward.

"We have a problem." He breaths out, hard.

"What is it?" Minhos takes a step forward as well, his body and face shifting completely, hardening, alarmed.

"It's Chan and Felix."

[penncilkid]

Final installment of my Sam/Milo rambles (1st and 2nd installment), I have a written out dialogue-esque scene of their first meeting! Is this a fic? If you squint, kind of? (/lh). But I figured this would be enjoyed so here you are:

[Set-Up: First time Milo and Sam meet, on Solaire property. Context is shortly after Halloween 2020, aka Fred/Bright's turning] /// (Note: "her" is in reference to Maia, my Darlin OC)

Milo, crossing the grass to approach the entrance: *huffs, mumbling* A'ight this is the last lead for the night... Otherwise, I'm goin' home after this shit...

Sam, guarding the entrance of WonderWorld: *narrows eyes, whispering* Who the fuck is tryna come 'round here at this hour...?

S: *uses his speed to move, stopping inches in front of Milo* I can tell your empowered so I'll tell you once: Get lost

M: *scoffs* Yeah nah, that ain't happenin', cowboy

S: Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear 'nough the first time *steps closer, glaring* Get. *Lost.*

M: Look asshole, ya wanna tell me what to do? *Fuckin' trance me then.* Otherwise, I ain't goin' nowhere till I get answers to my fuckin' questions

S: *snarls* Who the fuck do you think you are, pipsqueak? Going 'round, demanding shit while you're on a vamp's territory—

M: If ya think a pair of fangs is gonna scare me, try a-fuckin'-gain. Now are you gonna give me some answers or are you gonna keep me wastin' my time? Cuz if that's the case, I’ll take this shit to William myself *sidesteps Sam*

S: *grabs Milo's arm, shoving him back* I'm sorry, in what backwards world would my king waste his time talking to some wannabe runt—

M: Call me that again and I'll tear your throat out. *jerks his arm free*

S: *laughs, smirking* Oh so that's your lil sore spot, huh? Mad bout what you see in the mirror? Newsflash, bitch: Puffing out that chest of yours doesn't make you the big bad wolf. I don't answer to you and neither does William, *so scram*

M: *runs his tongue along his teeth, letting out a low laugh* I swear to fuckin' God, if I find out you had a hand in her gettin' attacked, I'll rip the tongue out of that smartass mouth myself—

S: Aww, *is the puppy mad now?*

M: *growls, yanking Sam down by the front of his shirt* Listen here, you Southern style blood guzzling piece of shit. I don't have time for this bullshit, is this Quinn fucker somewhere around here *or not?*

S, eyes darkening at the mention of that name: Why the hell are you looking for him?

M: I'm asking the questions—

S: *shoves Milo back, standing with clenched fists* Don't make me ask again, *what do you want with him?*

M: Tch— *dusts his shirt off* Fucker hurt someone close to me, I'm lookin' to return the favor

S: *scoffs* He hasn't been back here in days— And if he had been, I would've ripped him a new one myself. So you're wasting your time.

M: Then tell me where to find him

S: *glares* I don't gotta tell you jack shit

M: What, you coverin' for him or some stupid shit? Why the fuck do you even care—

S: Because I'm still cleaning up the messes that bastard left behind and don't need you coming in and adding your mess into the fold

M: Wait... No fuckin' way— *starts laughing* Wow, so *you're* the dipshit who let two unempowereds get turned on your watch? God, William really knows how to pick 'em—

S: *Watch your fucking mouth—*

M: Make me, bitch. Or better yet, why don't ya move out of my fuckin' way already so I can talk to someone worth a damn

S: If you think I'm gonna be intimidated by some puppy barking at my goddamn feet—

M: Oh fuckin' barkin's gonna be the least of your concerns when I shove my foot up your—

—*Car door closes in the nearby distance*—

Vincent: *speeds over, stopping next to Sam* Hey, Sam. Is there a problem or...?

S: *gives Milo a once over* Nah, nothing’s up, Vin. In fact, our canine friend here *was just leaving.* Ain't that right?

M: *glares* Tch— Fuck you.

S: Aww, bet a bitch in heat would want that, huh?

M: *You little—*

V: *steps in between them, letting out a nervous laugh* Um— Perhaps you could come back another day if you still have business to handle here?

M: ... Fine. *turns on his heels*

S: Keep that tail tucked between your legs next time

M: Kiss my ass! *walks off towards his car*

S: *waits and watches him pull off* You know that guy, Vincent?

V: I don't think so...? Not personally at least.

S: Hm...

V: Do you think he's a threat to the clan?

S: Nah, s'not that... Just keep an eye on him if he shows his face again

V: Okay. I'm gonna check-in with Will now

S: Alright, I'll talk to you later *glances over his shoulder, watching Vincent for a moment before looking out at everything*

S, mumbling: Annoying fucking wolf...

[mariatesstruther]

a list of some of the videos joel would send to sarah after she goes off to college because he misses having her around, for @clickergossip @bumblepony and @ameerawrites 🫰🏾

- joel and tommy going to the zoo because the tiger sarah has been obsessed with for years has cubs now, and theyre finally letting them out today for the public to see: “wow, would ya lookat that—hold on, can you see em? hold on—here. that’s good, over there, you see em? i remember when you were that little, babygirl. wow.”

- joel in his work shed whittling another “super-sarah” action figure to send off to her as he talks about how work and the sites have been, stopping once in a while to explain what he’s doing to her just like he did when she was little and sitting there to constantly nag him with questions

- him cleaning up her room and changing her bed at least once a week, even though there’s s nobody there to mess things up or dirty the sheets. what he discusses with her during these tidying sessions varies from week to week, but lately he’s been updating her on tommy and his new girlfriend: “so they’ve been goin steady for just about f—can you believe it? just about five months, now. tommy keeps talkin about celebratin their sixth month anniversary, and i keep tryin to tell him that makes no damn sense, logic-wise—but anyway. i guess i’m proud of him. you’d be teasin him to all hell, seein how gone he is for her. so head over heels, his boots might as well be in the sky. i know you said your too busy ti be dating right now, but just for the record: you ever get that over the moon for somebody, i’d better not be meetin em over videochat”

speaking of tommy!

when uncle tommy sends sarah a video one time, it’s him drunk off his ass in joel’s backseat, phone pressed way too close to his face, singing out a slurred but impressive “sarah sarah bo barah banana fanna fo farah, me mi mo marah sarahhhhhhhhhh. good god, bubba, do me and your daddy miss you. he’s over here drivin me nuts—,” “i’m drivin you to your place, you ungrateful little—,” “shut up! anyway, hope you’re havin fun over there in the big apple—my lady’s from the big apple, did ya know? she’s amazin. i hope you’ll get to meet her when you come down for break. just callin because i felt like talkin to ya—you know, your daddy’s a fuckin asshole and never lets me in his fuckin videos, so—,” “tommy!” “what??? im talkin!!! anyway, miss you so fuckin much, buggaboo—,” “tommy!” “what???” “watch your goddamn mou—better yet, just get off the fuckin phone! drunk dialin like youre 19 again, you fuckin idiot—” “asshole! you’re the one cursin!” “at you! doesn’t count! hang up the fuckin phone!” “it’s a video, stupid! and you’re calling me an idio—OW! JOEL! JOEL! GIVE IT BACK—!” “seeya later, babygirl. your uncle’s a  nuisance. i love you.”

[stunt-lads]

Butcher breeding negan?

CW: omegaverse

Negan hates being in heat. He hates it more than anything. It's mostly due to the way he's all sweaty all the time, tacky and clammy, his skin is always nearly sticky with sweat.

And fuck, being horny as hell is definitely not helpful. But the absolute biggest nuisance is the alpha he always finds himself back in bed with.

An insufferable bastard of a man who can't keep his mouth shut.

It makes sense in hindsight, really. Who better to scratch that itch than someone who is alarmingly similar to himself?

"Fuck!" Negan yelps, grabbing desperately behind himself, reaching for the back of Butcher's neck. They're laying on their side, neither really wanting to move and fuck "properly" after a few rounds. But he still hits Negan's sweet spot so easily he can't help but shake in the alpha's grasp.

"Tha's it, love, found it again, di'n't I?" His voice rumbles against the back of Negan's neck, and he can't stop the pathetic sound that escapes him as Butcher grabs his thigh tighter; setting a more brutal pace.

"Shut the fuck up." He wishes he didn't sound so fucking breathless when he says it.

"Big words from someone gettin' 'is pussy pounded." The fucker laughs at him and Negan wants so badly to growl at him, say something sarcastic and biting and—and—

He moans softly, tipping his head back, baring his throat, and Butcher absolutely calls him on it. The fucking bastard.

"Wha'? No snarky comeback? All the blood rushin' to that cunny of yours?"

It's a bit comforting to know that he's not the only one falling apart. He can hear the way his voice is hoarse, but he's so composed still, and Negan fucking hates it.

His fingers tangle in Butcher's hair as he twists uncomfortably to try and kiss at him, yanking and pulling until they do connect. Open mouthed and messy, panting against each other more than kissing.

"Fuckin' shut up and breed me, asshole." Negan pants, eyes half closed, and he can feel—

A choked moan escapes him, his body aching and pulsing, clenching around Butcher's cock, eagerly waiting for the knot that he can feel swelling and catching already.

"Butcher, fuck, please, I need—"

"I gotcha." He soothes gently, and Negan can't keep back the broken keening sound as his knot pops into his body. He can feel his own neglected dick twitching as he comes, the stretch of the knot as his body tightens around it pushes him over the edge, and he pants heavily. His fingers still tangled in Butcher's hair, his neck still twisted uncomfortably.

"If y'let go I c—"

"Christ don't you ever shut the fuck up?" Negan bites, loathe to let go but untangling his fingers anyway. He winces a little as his neck pops when he turns back forward.

The bastard just laughs at him.

"Fiesty little omega." He purrs, and Negan seethes at the way his body betrays what the words do to him.

"Oh, y'like tha' don'tcha." It's not a question.

"Shut up, how long are we fucking tied?"

"'S the same answer it was before, love, a good ten minutes at least."

"Fucking keep your yap shut then. Let me sleep."

Butcher snorts at him, a huff of warm air against the back of his neck. His touch is gentle when he eases Negan's leg down from the uncomfortable bend it had been in.

An easy silence settles over them, Negan can feel Butcher's cock pulsing inside him on occasion and the setting feels...domestic in a way, soft and sweet.

"Betcha look great swollen with pups."

And just like that, the moment is gone. Negan will forever deny that that's the whole goal here. He's absolutely not looking to get knocked up. This is just nature running it's course and he needs help. That's it.

Which is why he isn't sure why he says what he says next.

"Yeah, well, we won't know unless you can knock me the fuck up."

Negan can feel the way Butcher grins against the back of his neck and shivers.

"'S a good thing I can keep goin' then, innit?"

[tragantia]

I used to wake up early. Go for a run, have a shower, prepare breakfast. And then I would head to Uni or to work, depending on what I was doing at the time, with the entire day ahead of me. But that is another life, belonging to a different person. I have changed, I think. More than any disease or any bite could have done, it's the world that's changed me. Not even killing has affected me more than the subtle ways in which the gears of life, of the world and its people, shift to suit their needs. I remain, in a way, like a child who has just discovered that there is evil in this world, and I may just be part of it. I wish the night sky would light my eyes as soon as I open them, as if someone had lit a thousand candles in front of an altar just for me. Far behind are the days of prayer, of going to mass at school, of wondering and of mysteries. The mysteries have faded into this neverending dusty road, like an oil spill.

It´s not the night sky what greets me when I open my eyes, but the roof of our stolen RV. The most recent one, that is. When I joined them, this gang, or clan, or whatever they are, I was told the norms were strict, but simple: you gotta kill to stay alive, you can't get caught no matter what, and you need to keep moving. And stay the fuck away from the sun. That´s why no light penetrates the windows of the RV: all have been covered with tape. This is part of the routine. We feed, we destroy the evidence, and then we keep moving, usually changing vehicles. I don´t check the time, I don´t want to wake anyone up. But my internal clock tells me it must be late afternoon or early evening. It's summer, so it´s not dark enough to go out yet, we still have a few hours to spare. Last night we managed to put some good distance between ourselves and the last place where we fed, a crappy roadside motel in the middle of the desert with only a handful of hosts. As if someone was going to miss them anyway. I sigh, looking at the rusty roof of the RV. This was the only option we had when we checked the cars parked next to the motel, everything else was too small for all of us. But the piece of shit has definitely seen better days.

I shift a bit, trying to get more comfortable, but a strong pair of large arms is keeping me locked against the chest of the one who bit me. Severen is all sorts of crazy, but he has been completely dedicated to me since he brought me into the pack. If something can be said about him, is that he is protective. Almost like a jealous, rabid dog. At first I thought it was only an act of territoriality, and sure, there is some of that, but then again there is a softness in his eyes that I can see only sometimes - when we laugh at something silly, or when he kisses me, or when he undresses me when we get some time alone. He's mostly an asshole, and a total flirt who chases anything than moves, but he is also the most loyal man I have ever known. And he can be sweet, and silly, and terrifying, and all of those at the same time. He makes me feel like a stupid schoolgirl infatuated with her first love, instead of a grown ass woman. The bastard. I'm such an idiot, I think, as he mumbles when I shift on his lap. He's still asleep, but pulls me closer to his chest. Thanks fuck our body temperature is basically as cold as the one of a dead body, otherwise I would be boiling. I breathe deeply, inhaling his scent. Musk, leather, cigarettes, and the smell of sex from the previous night. Sweat. A hint of bourbon. I sigh, content. I'm so stupid, even his smell makes me feel safe. He pulls me closer to him, mumbling something incomprehensible in annoyance. I chuckle, turning around to kiss his jaw, and I feel him stirring under my weight, almost like a content feline. He locks his steel blue eyes with mine, now fully awake.

'Yore not goin' anywhare, baby', he mutters.

I smile, leaning into him.

'As if you were gonna let me, you shithead'

I hear him chuckle lowly with that silly cackle of his. I rest against his body, enjoying our closeness until it's time to get up. The night will bring its own terrors, but at least this moment is ours.

- - - - - - - -

This came out of nowhere! Not sure what to think about it yet. It doesn't even have a title. I just needed some comfort 🥴 it's done in first person as I needed that kind of connection. And obviously my religious imagery had to be there because why did I get traumatised in school otherwise 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ also haven't done any proofreading nor anything so BEWARE

[jbarneswilson]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you @pilesofpillows for tagging me!

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

27! i’d probably have more but i deleted a lot for a former fandom

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

46,082 :(

3. what fandoms do you write for?

the mcu, mainly sarahbucky and attoye to be specific

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

just a job, deliver me, not too tired, study break, stay high

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try really hard to respond to as many as i can! i’ve got adhd, i’m autistic, i have depression, and i’m a single mom, so it’s a miracle i can find the motivation/energy/brainpower/focus/time to write a fic at all. but! i cherish every single comment from everyone who’s enjoyed one of my fics. (also, sometimes i want to respond but i feel like too much time has passed and i’ll look like a weirdo or, worse, an asshole.)

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, that would be the calm before the storm, hands down.

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

pretty much all of my fics except the keep the night from coming in ‘verse end happily? but maybe The Holidate ends the happiest?

8. do you get hate on fic?

my sarahbucky pegging fic got some hate from some repressed weirdo so i wrote even MORE pegging. oh, also, some asshole left me a really weird comment on the stand about wanting to see racism and bucky dealing with it in my next fic because apparently racism is a fun thought exercise and not a very real thing with very real consequences and a very tangible impact on black and brown peoples mental health. which was… fun.

9. do you write smut?

well, i’m an adult who has had sex so yes, i write smut.

10. do you write crossovers?

i’ve got a slight crossover in progress right now, actually! hopefully i can get it finished soon.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i doubt it

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

not even so much as a request for translation lol

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

i don’t play well with others

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship?

sarahbucky, hands down.

15. what’s a wip you want to finish but probably won’t?

my sarahbucky russian mafia au, sadly. or the sarahbucky werewolf au. adhd is a bitch.

16. what are your writing strengths?

ummmmmmmmm… saying a lot with a few words? my chracterization? idk

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

honestly, what isn’t? but, to give a specific example, i’d say i’m really not great at writing long fics even when i want to.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

if you’re going to do it, do your best to make sure the language is accurate/correct. if there’s someone in the fandom who speaks that language, it’s a good idea to ask if they’re willing to look over the dialogue for you. if there isn’t (or they’re not willing, which is totally valid), i usually will put the dialogue in a translation service, get it in the desired language, then use a different translation service to translate it back to english to make sure.

19. first fandom you wrote for?

soccer slash lol. the english premiere league of the mid-00’s to be precise.

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

stevie’s mom has got it goin’ on

i tag: @eusuntgratie @jemgirl86 @dasphinxone @xoxoviva and anyone else who’d like to do this!

[artcalledwind]

Tha Greatest of Now Leaders

In a male’s point of view

I’m sorry for the forwarded to those spouses

You kill the World

To all whatever they call themselves

You wives of them

Are the next to Leadership Failures

Blimey, manager or executive officer

Bloody blame assistants

Well Ladies

The balls were fore-d in your court

By me

I don’t hold ovaries

Or let alone two boobies

I have a dangle between

Me legs

It’s all your faults, women

Can’t guide just succumb to the Man

Your man in control

Over you

And them and all of us

Their reaches reach there too

And the Men follow suit

Or want one

I blame you in 2024

All Women of the World

You figures in America

Men’s Abortion Rule

Who named it

Who voted on the name

Not you

Hold or mis carriage on your own

Or the matters of facts

Or you may know a guy

Could be a group of ‘em

The treasures of greatest now

Our Leaders

Keep that delivery

Male delivered

Know matter the matters

Know matter the female

Know care for new Mother

They control you and a whole lot of lesbians and trans in what ever biological setting

You

Are not even up with It

You wearing dunce caps

For thee obvious design in Female

Not my choice if I knew what I know before birth

I would have picked male

Give me the prick

It hangs daily

I was born 1974

You have been way older in histories

Always dumped

Dumped upon

You Dumpster as through histories

Ladies

Women

Girls

Female

You can call out different

Well I was born male flaccid but when aroused hard

You’re mostly likely married to a Now Leader

It’s thee offensive

I’m tasting

From my days of

Wash or not

That gave me a 50/50

But leadership wives

You all suck at marriage

You all suck mostly at job

Keep him from killing others

And you failed but have money for spending

All days over and over again

That gash

With power

Over the World

No one see’s

Dripping all day in money Bitches

I’m not really

Ah um ha oh

Not a sexist

I just know of powers smartly not utilized

But the World is as

Well it should of been better already

Who’s the knocked from behind

I live 2024

Don’t get mad at me, I’m 50

I would state

Dumbshits

No matter ur gender

Are you top?

Or Bottom?

Maybe in between?

Depending on years there

The same crisis

Are here now

And females should now have some better kind of male control

But they don’t

Matter of the World

More controlled

Blow me in the morning

Or blow me while I’m eating you

Abuse me in the afternoon

Say you love me in the evening

Then fuck me goodnight

I’m a could be leader

Your job

Was

Now I gotta kill people in war corporate it don’t matter woman

You could’ve made a difference

With in a War in Gaza

Ukraine still goin on

Immigration

Clean water

And leaderships spent its time with

Oh like a Trump

Money can pay for not being here

Ask a Wife?

All problems

A Female

The greatest of Leadership Now

You females in positions

Does your man guide as those woman should?

Whatever gender

You all mostly doing all wrong

Or just continuing

That’s sinister also

See I’m not sexist?

Fucking spouse’s of Leader’s around a Globe

Most know the Globe or is it gloop

Gloop those all whatever sex of lovelies

Beholding our Leadship

Failing

Compromised Upon Earth

Its a WOMAN ‘ s Fault

Man made fallout

to this destruction on the 2024 after Christ years it April late month have you or not missed your period dear female controlled Planet

All men should know when ovulating

Where a period

We may not hate you so much

In your irredisregard

On the Planet

It’s you that control us the Leaders!

Stimulating

Not vibrating news

It’s not about you, Females

It’s for the sakes of all people on the World

The people on the Moon

I don’t think really care

We can’t know what there waiting for

Get it together that’s my whole complaint

I’m a male here on Earth dominated by Men

But I know I feel on the inside and those sitting on the Moon are waiting on same assholes

I don’t want the people of the Moon to come down here to set things straight

What I want wish regard as in this life

Are for these Damn Females too

I��m blaming all outlooks on them

Those so near the leadership

Classes I showed seek

For such talks

Its relative human

Way longer than necessary

Way longer then

Necessarily speaking upon

The greatest of our time now

I’m crying while thinking

I tear so believing

In all Nixon so later characters

He helped them WOW

Whoah

I never wanted to plug her

You What ! say too much!

[palaceofimperium]

Meeting Jasper

An old friend of Anna's makes a surprise appearance...

“Well, hello, darling.  Fancy seeing you here.” 

Annabella stopped midstride as the smooth voice echoed down the hall from behind her.  A voice it had been decades since she heard, but she could never forget. A slow smirk formed on her lips as she turned around to face him.  There he was in the flesh:  Jasper Abbasi.  Smug smirk in place, leaning up against a doorframe like he owned the place with his arms crossed over his chest.  He looked relaxed, but Anna knew that the man was never relaxed.

“Well, hello yourself, Jasper.  And what brings a demon like you to a place like this?”  Anna\s blue eyes sparked with tease as she returned the greeting.  She was glad to see her old friend alive and not bound or worse by some witch.  They had hunted many a being together in New Orleans.

“I had heard that the Queen had brought some interesting females to the Palace, and you know me, darling, I can hardly resist an interesting female.”  The corners of his mouth lifted more as he winked.  “I didn’t realize just how interesting they could be till now.  I do hope that you are keeping yourself out of trouble, love.” One eyebrow rose as he kept his eyes trained on only her.  He knew that things had gone a little sideways in New Orleans and he had been worried, but the last time he’d been in the city there had been a difference of opinion with Jean Pierre and he had been reluctant to cross the Grigori again.  

“You know me, handsome, trouble finds me wherever I go.  We have gotten ourselves into a bit of it in our time, now haven’t we.”  Now it was her that was fighting smiling more as a slight chuckle caused her chest to shake lightly.  “Although I do think that you will find my current partner a bit more volatile that the last.”  

“Oh?  Am I going to have to worry about being staked or set on fire?  Worse than Cruz?  I have managed to stay on the good side of the King, you know.”  Now his curiosity was peaked.  Who could be her new partner?  He knew that her last one had been a rank asshole and if Jasper had his way, he’d drag the male to the depths of Caligo.  He still might if he could get royal permission.

“Not if you're a good demon.” There was the teasing smirk that Jasper knew, oh she could be just as much of a devil as he could.  A blond curl falling over one eye had him shaking his head.

“I’m ALWAYS good darling, you know that.”  Jasper grinned and pushed off the doof frame to start to walk over to her, his stut cocky as ever.

“Anna?” Both their heads turned as Adriel stepped into hallway, looking a little confused at the interaction between the two. “Oh, darling!  The Angel of Destruction? How delicious.”  Jasper turned towards Adriel who was looking at him warily.  “I’m Jasper, an old friend of Anna.”  He leaned in, his eyes meeting Adriel’s and goin from a brilliant blue to a deep red rimmed with gold.  “And if you break her heart like the last asshole, I’ll rip your wings off your pretty back and shove them up your ass sideways.  Ask Cruz, I can do it.”  He leaned back, his eyes returning to normal.  “I look forward to working with both of you in the future.  I love a good hunt.”  His eyes widened as he looked between them with a grin before walking over and kissing Anna on the cheek.  “Let me know when you’re ready.”

Both of them watched as he strutted down the hall and disappeared.

[aimless-aimz]

@kirbyoctournament so this is my entry! I'm keeping them as one entry but again you can split them if you dont have enough spots lmao

anyways!!!

Names: Sir Corvin (full name Sir Corvinare Knight but prefers just Sir Corvin), and Turvia Matter;

he/him (corv), and they/it/she (turv)

Personalities: Sir Corvin is relatively level-headed and very introverted. ...Very much not a people person, as he spends most of his time alone, yet he's working on being more social. Surprisingly, once you get to know him, he's a ray of sunshine. (BABY!!!)

Turvia matter is a WHOLE other case from Sir Corvin. Turvia is narcissistic, (an asshole), and they literally feed off of negative energy. So I mean, pissing people off is one way to get it. Turvia, being a dark matter, SHOULDN'T be able to feel positive emotion, but the reason they're so different is because they're a sadist; they derive joy from other's suffering.

LORE: (THIS IS GOING TO BE VERY LONG I'M WARNING YOU)

So, Sir Corvin has had a few things happen to him. The first thing that did, was getting attacked by the Jewel of Reussir (jewel of success, translated from french)

Corvin collects powerful artifacts to try and keep them safe from evil forces getting their hands on them. And the Jewel is one of them. Now, when he tried to get it, he found out the hard way that it was enchanted to be sentient. There was a major fight, and Corvin lost his right arm.

Now, you must be wondering; if he lost his right arm, why does he have both in the ref? Well, the Jewel, after being defeated (he was STILL goin after losing his arm lmao) went back into a small gem form, which Corvin collected. After healing, the Jewel made itself into a headpiece (as a sorry? we dont know) and it makes a illusion/replica of Corvin's arm, and it stays functional.

Although, like Galaxia, the Jewel can still communicate to Corvin telepathically, as he's wearing it all the time. They've luckily made amends.

[this is the game concept i made! this has both turvia and corv lore]

Now, later on in time, Corvin steals some of the artifacts from dreamland to (in his eyes) keep them safe. and this pisses Kirby off. So Turvia (taking a more friendly form, as they can shapeshift) lies, telling Kirby that he took things from her as well, and kirby should go. yknow. beat him up.

so, kirby traverses through different levels (as all kirby games go), and the gimmick of the game/story is that, there are vials scattered across dreamland (maybe corvin dropped them lmao) that, once consumed, increases your HP and you can steal HP from other enemies; and then use that HP as a weapon, making it into concentrated energy and shooting it out in a variety of attacks to complete puzzles.

Once kirby reaches Corvin's lair-thing (idk) they fight, and during the fight, turvia makes their way to the area and steals a vial, some other stuff and a map to the source of the vials. then it literally dips. asshole.

so corvin, still bloodied and bruised just. goes right after them because they know that if turvia finds the source of the HP vials everyone's so fucked. Kirby follows.

Once Kirby catches up to Turvia, they already see Corvin approaching. (rookie mistake.) and just. Turvia swats him away. like. with ease. kirby shits themself steels themself to fight Turvia. Now, Turvia doesn't want to get their hands (too) dirty, so they just. take poor corvin and possess his ass- yk as dark matters do- and oh nooo boss battle ooooh woow

anyways, when kirby indefinitely defeats corvin matter, the two separate, and turvia is now PISSED. they just got their ass handed to them by a deadass toddler. i would be angry too.

so, what does turvia do? well, remember when i said turvia eats negative energy? yeah... yeah they consume corvin (GIVE THIS MAN A BREAK), as he's full of anxiety and fear at the moment. mm delicious.

Once turvia consumes corvin, they get a power boost, their form changes, yadda yadda yadda, kirby beats the shit out of them, but this time they DONT separate, and turvia downs the damn vial and oh god. oh lawd. bro becomes MASSIVE and overflowing with power.

but then!!!! one of kirby's friends (idk yet lfmao) throws kirby a vial too, and huge battle occurs, turvia loses lfmao, THEN they separate. no one knew where turvia vanished to for a while, because they simply. like. evaporated.

...

anyways. turvia lore is that they're a sadist and that makes them special <3

ok but actually, it was a matter created by zero two with a 'birth defect'- they could feel positive emotions at the expense of others. as time went on, they... 'evolved.' their single menacing eye could switch between that and a mouth with teeth that were a little TOO sharp for her own good. Their body began to drip until there was a separate form below, resembling a torso. the appendages around their old body began to dissipate and float around its head.

during this time, turvia was starved. they had to eat, unlike other dark matters. after a while, being driven to near insanity with hunger, turvia ate a different dark matter. this was how they found out they ate negative energy- dark matter being a manifestation of negative energy.

Then they got better at shapeshifting, and they found the more negative energy they ate, the more powerful they became. once, after a high of eating, they slayed a god and drank its ichor. (this was a permeant boost to their power, forever setting them apart from other dark matter.)

And yet, throughout this, they received constant physical and mental abuse from zero two. i mean. they literally would disobey its orders, eat its creations, and well. just be an asshole. but not only this, zero two eventually began to fear turvia, seeing their near limitless potential. they knew one day, if turvia kept growing like this, they wouldn't be able to be stopped. and eventually, turvia caught on; their ability to detect negative energy seeping to their EYESIGHT.

(on the eyesight thing? turvia began to see different negative energies as different colors. fear and anxiety manifested as a glowing yellow, anger, rage, and wrath as a glowing red, and depression and hopelessness as a white glow. eventually this evolved to a point where once they met Kirby, pure positive energy, she could hardly see them- kirby constantly appearing blurry to them.)

So, turvia left zero two, in a very... odd exchange. turvia knew zero two feared them. they left with a malicious smile on their face, and their last words to it being "you're not ready. not yet."

zero two still doesn't know what this means. only turvia does, though. They were referring to killing and absorbing zero two one day. they want to both get back at zero two from the abuse they endured, and to essentially have two gods in their bodycount- making them more powerful. but good things come to those who wait, and zero two could always gain more power, considering they're still recovering from getting to near death by kirby.

anyways, if you read this, are you okay/j /nsrs

but actually, thank you! thanks for reading this- i think of very symbolic and complicated lore sometimes lfmao

[tsuki-sennin]

Very late, but here comes the next round of the DGP Sussy Game! Er, DGP Divergence Game! That's... that's what I meant.

Footbaaaaaaaaaaaall! Footbaaaaaaaaaaaaaall!

-Oh damn, even got the confession cam. I really hope we see these go into like a Total Drama direction.

-...god, Chris McLean absolutely would be DPG Game Master given the chance.

-Anyways, welcome to the Desire Grand Total Drama Death Watch Running Man Kiling School Deadzone Smash TV Apex Games!

-Who shot Mr. Burns?

-Laxative soup! The weakness of any athlete, huh Sae-san?

-"You're very sussy boy, Keiwa-kun."

-Daichi, you seem very insistent on casting blame onto Keiwa in particular.

-"I even cook kids for ."

-Vote now on your phones~!

-God, I have to wonder how popular previous Game Masters were in comparison to Girori and Chirami. I have to imagine they had to shuffle them out every few years otherwise the audience would get really sick of 'em.

-Oooooooh, somebody really likes Keiwa.

-I see Gotoukuji's still taciturn.

-Ohhhhhh, he changed.

-He gardenin'.

-S p o r t s!

-Keiwa-niichan!

-Isn't he a swell guy?

-Jyamatooooo!

-Oh whoops! There goes Keiwa-kun's secret!

-Goaaaaaaal!

-Jyamar Ball!

-No rules, no limits! Just you, the ball, and the goddamn goal!

-Hot damn, Ace!

-Guess he's a big fan of the Powered Builder buckle now.

-Aaaaand Lopo catches Keiwa-kun's masterful pass! Can she keep it goin' with Nadge-Sparrow? Ooooh, and he's got it! He's runnin, he's runnin', but the Jyamato block him! Ace with the interception!

-Damn, we're kicking ass at this game we only learned about like two minutes ago.

-Goaaaaaal!

-Aaaaah, it is pretty basketball-y, huh?

-Not gonna lie, this game seems like it'd be super fun to play in real life with these rules. Just take out the threat to human life and put up some obstacle courses this would be a fixture in a lot of gym classes.

-"Protect the soup kitchen!"

-Firefighter...

-It's him! The polar bear man!

-Keiwa-kun, you're kinda slipping.

-Ohhhh, we're in trouble.

-Halftiiiiime!

-"Get inside everyone, pleeeeease!"

-Ohhhh... Ace...

-Ukiyo Mika? Not Mitsume?

-Ooooooh, he's a stan. How frightening.

-"You guys are assholes, huh?"

-"Assholes with a lot of money and free time~!"

-Ahhh, Sae-san :)

-You seem like a real nice lady.

-I'm gonna miss you next game.

-Anee-chan~!

-Nyan, nyan nyan~! Neon?

-Oh my god, is that were "Neon" comes from?

-Play some fuckin ball.

-They die, they become plant food.

-Ohhhhhh, Gotokouji's really fucked...

-OHHHHHHHH that's creepy

-Ah, yep, didn't work

-Forced activiation!

-Michinagaaaaaa, you ain't gonna win like this, man.

-Oooooh, snapped his arm! Goddamn!

-One win.

-MICHINAGA NOOOO

-OH FUUUUUUCK

-He's the plant zombie buffalo man now!

-Holy shit...

-Is this a whole other place?

-"Oooops~! Guess you don't belong anywhere..."

-Neon's goin' for a catnap.

-Keiwa-kun's the sussy baka.

-But Daichi-kun's the sussiest of them all.

-Ore ja nai!

-"Aaaaaace, help me!"

-"The way you made Giroli look like a total chump was super cool of you, Keiwa-kun :)"

-Buckle theft!

-...THAT'S A FROG.

-So, Keiwa's sponsor...

-Judging by the frog statue, the Japanese artwork behind it, the fact that Keiwa-kun's most associated with the Ninja Raise Buckle, and he's stringing Keiwa along for his own purposes, I believe that this character may be a reference to Gamano from Shinobi. Nothing more than that though, I don't wanna make any assumptions. That's for the Tsuki-Sennin who watches Shinobi every week to figure out himself.

-Kekera...

-Looks like Jean's got a friend. ...or is it "Gene"?

-"Ehhh? No, no, he isn't sussy at all~!"

-Three whole votes!

-Kick off! Two balls!

-Let's begin!

-Deploy! Powered System!

-Protecc

-A present~! Protecc the kids!

-You go, bro!

-Keiwaaaaaaa

-We got goaled.

-Ah, Michinaga's meetin' 'em again! Epic!

-Guess we just gotta wait to see the next goal.