#if you cling too tightly you're gonna lose control

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Maybe the trick is to come up with the meta after I start writing. After failing to finish so many started stories, I got in the habit of having an outline and characters and themes before I started a story. But the stories I've finished lately have been much more spur-of-the-moment. I'll have a basic idea for what I want to happen in the story, start writing, and then start digging deeper as the stuff I write gives me new ideas about how the story should go and what the story means.

This means the writing process is a continuation of the fun brainstorming process, rather than a frustrating failure to live up to the cool story I came up with during the brainstorming process. I don't have to try to fit in all the cool foreshadowing and set up character traits or whatever. I can just write and have fun watching the story grow. It's not outlining or discovery writing or even "plantsing". It's just trusting that I know how to shape a story and letting myself have fun doing it. By letting the ideas take shape with the writing rather than coming up with too much cool stuff before.

[jaebeomsbitch]

The Princess and Eggplant (E.M.)

Summary: Your boyfriend happens to be a foot taller than you...or Eddie is afraid to stick it all the way in, afraid to hurt you

Warnings: Minors DNI, size kink, pure smut

Pairings: Boyfriend!Eddie x Girlfriend!Reader

A/N: watching Sex and the City and couldn’t stop thinking about the size difference between Carrie and Aidan. As a 5'1 they/them I'm drooling. Literally finished this a while ago but couldn't find a good gif, I'm gonna start making my own banners

Like Eddie holding you up, your thighs wrapped around his waist, his big hands on your ass. His tongue in your mouth as he kisses you more and more aggressively until you can’t breath and your head is spinning. The way he manhandles you, impaling his thick cock inside you as he grits his teeth trying to control himself from being too rough. But his cock only fits half way and you’re clinging onto his shoulders moaning like a ghost in a haunted house.

You heave for air as his cock knocks the wind out of you. He lays you out on the bed, your hair fanning out as he yanks you to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck sweetheart” he groans looking at the way his cock disappears inside of you. His neck straining as he holds himself back.

“More Eddie, fuck give me more” you gasp, your nails digging into his back.

“S-shit baby, don’t wanna hurt you” he grunts, slowly pulling out and back halfway in. As he refuses to go deeper, his eyes already rolling back as your tight velvet walls grip onto him.

“Please Eddie” you whine, pressing the heels of your feet into his ass forcing him deeper into you. Your jaw slacks as you’re stretched open by your boyfriend.

“S-shit s-so fucking big” you moan pressing your chest into his.

“F-fuck you’re gonna kill me” he groans voice higher pitched then normal. He hisses, teeth clenched tightly as he tries to remain still. However you don’t give him the chance, you dig your feet deeper into his pale ass. Pushing him inch by inch slowly into you until his hips are flush with your ass.

Eddie knows that he needs to be the one to slow down, but it's hard when you feel this good - especially when you're moaning like that. He hasn’t even moved and yet you’re already cock drunk. You’re drooling and moaning incoherently as Eddie’s cock fits like a puzzle piece inside you, nice and deep.your pussy struggles to accommodate the stretch. Your walls pulse around him almost like it’s trying to push Eddie out. 

His arms shake as he shallowly thrusts into you, little grunts leaving his lips. 

“Fuck Princess, so fucking tight” he whines. 

“S-shit it’s like you’re fucking choking my cock” he grunts out, looking at the slight bulge in your lower stomach every time he slides back in. The sight is enough to make him cum right then and there. 

“F-fuck fuck fuck ohhhh fuck” you moan underneath him trying to grind into him but his grip on your hips tightens. You know he’s gonna leave bruises on you but you fucking love it. Love that he’s practically whimpering “princess” under his breath like a broken record, like he needs to burn the feeling and imagine in his head. 

“More, Eddie please-” you whine, your pussy pulsing around him desperately trying to drag him back in. He shakes his head vehemently, his jaw tight as he grinds his teeth. No girl could ever take his full cock before and much less someone so petite. 

“So fucking perfect Princess. Your pussy’s taking me so fucking good. Fucking stretching out to fit my cock baby” he grunts out starting to lose his reserve. His hips move slightly faster as he feels the burn deep in his gut. 

“Made f’you Eds” you nod, eyebrows pinched together as he pulls the rubber band tighter. You flex your stomach trying to keep it together. Your moans getting louder as his his resolve starts to slack more and more. 

It isn’t long until he’s snapping his hips into yours looking like a man possessed. He’s fucking feral, hair wild, pupils blown out, neck flexed. His whole body is tense as he pounds into you fast and hard completely breaking you down. 

You’re more than cock drunk at this point. Babbling gibberish, writhing under him, pulling at the sheets, your eyes closed shut as you’re in your own little world taking Eddie’s thick cock. 

“Jesus fucking Christ” Eddie moans at the sight of you. Most girls would’ve cried in pain, he always needed at least an hour of stretching and foreplay to get half way in and yet here you are taking it.

“M’gonna cum!” You cry, stomach flexing harder, your muscles tightening almost painfully. 

“Fuck- cum on my cock, Princess,” he pants, his balls slapping into your ass, hand pressing into your stomach feeling the bulge of his cock.

“Ohh fuck- fuck- fuckkk fuckkk” you all but scream as you let go. You tremble under Eddie’s body, face contorted, jaw slacked, drool dripping down your chin. It’s like you’re high and drunk at the same time. 

“That’s it Princess milk my fucking cock. Taking me so well, begging for my fucking cum” he grunts. His eyes rolling back as he clenched his jaw and comes hard. Thick white ropes paint your velvet walls already dripping down to your ass. Your pussy too small to accommodate both his cock and cum. 

“Shit” he heaves, slowly pulling out not trying to hurt you further. 

“I’m not gonna be able to walk am I?” You groan as he nuzzles into your neck. 

He chuckles,”probably not.”

“You’re the worst” you mumble lightly nipping his bottom lip. 

“Not what you were yelling two seconds ago” he murmurs against your lips. That’s dimpled grin on his face as he presses for a kiss and another and another.  

[gayerthanevertbh]

morning shenanigans.

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

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summary: you and natasha spent the morning making “love” while other people were awake. 

warnings: rough sex, dirty talking, daddy kink, natasha being a little needy, pet names (sweetheart, slut, whore, etc), talks about anal sex, and more - 18+ MINORS DNI.

author’s note: just a little fic in my head that i wrote lol enjoy cx

“Natasha, oh my god!”

You clutched the headboard as Natasha rutted into you, grunting and panting above you like a hungry animal devouring its prey. She had her eyes closed and was moaning every time your cunt clenched on her meaty length, making it even more difficult for her not to come so soon. She flutters her eyes open as she kisses your lips hard and sloppily, spitting into your mouth as if she wanted you to be in her forever.

"Jesus Christ," she sighs, rolling her hips each time her cockhead brushes against your cervix. “You’re so tight for me, fuck! Oh god–”

“Quiet, Henry might hear us–”

"He's probably asleep," the older woman above you mutters as she feels your inner walls squeezing her cock once more, causing her to roll her eyes in the back of her head. "You're squeezing me too tightly, baby girl."

You smirk at her, clawing her ass as you let her go deeper inside of you.

“You don’t like that, Daddy?”

“Who said I didn't like it?” she growls, licking a stripe from her neck as she continues to cling to you, grabbing your hips. “You like this, don’t you? Do you like it when Daddy fucks you like this?”

You whimpered out loud, turning your gaze to the door, apprehensive that your child would burst into your room if he saw your girlfriend fucking you into oblivion.

“Baby, look at me,” she says softly, her hand gripping your jaw as she kisses your lips. “That’s it, you’re doing so good angel…” she pulls out of your pussy, leaving only her cockhead inside your walls as she wraps her hand around her meat and slowly pumps herself, looking down at you hungrily.

“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, attempting to roll her hips so that her entire length could slip into you. “Please fuck me... Fuck me good. I want you to go deep inside of me and fill me up.”

“Yeah?” she asks, her other hand squeezing your right breast and tweaking your nipple as you whine quietly. “You like this, baby? Hm? Gonna ruin your fucking pussy for everyone else, okay? Stay quiet and be pretty for me, little girl.”

Natasha pushed her penis all the way inside of you again, the bed creaking as she pounded into you hard, her mouth on your chest, open-mouth kisses on the middle of your cleavage. She moves her hands all over your back, thrusting her cock in and out until you feel yourself losing control and falling into euphoria.

“I need you so much,” she begs, peppering her lips all over your collarbone. “Y-You make me want to bust my nut into you, make you my breeding bitch. Tell me, you want to be bred like a little whore, huh? Come on.”

Natasha's hips snap back into you, pulling out before pumping herself back in. She looks down, watching her cock slip inside of you so easily that she might mistake you for no longer being tight. But you've always been so tight on her, so desperate for her penis, that she can go hard whenever she sees you. The older redhead returns her gaze to you and smirks, unconcerned that the neighbors might hear them banging each other's heads together.

"Good girl," she grunted, closing your mouth as she lifted your other leg, her cock effortlessly slipping inside of you. She draws back, seeing your juices coat her long limbs. "Do you like my big cock, sweetheart?" "You like Daddy's big cock?"

“Mhm!” you bit your bottom lip as her hips rolled back into you, causing the bed to groan once again. “Nat, Henry might-”

“Just be quiet, baby. H-he won't hear anything,” she mumbles as she gives you a gentle kiss. “You're making Daddy feel so good, God. I feel you all over my dick, fuck…”

Natasha's tip was mercilessly slamming into your sensitive spot, and your whines and moans could be heard throughout the room - you couldn't help yourself, she was too excellent at this. She was too adept at making you feel as if you were in oblivion or paradise. Her growls get louder as both of your wet skins slap together, filling up the room to the point that you could assume someone could hear you from outside.

“You're such an obedient little slut,” she moaned above you, her tongue brushing over your nipple. “Do you enjoy being fucked by me? Do you enjoy being my naughty little girl?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned in return, nodding vigorously. “Please, go hard, please-”

“Telling me what to do right now, hm?” she groans into your neck, jackhammering her hips into you. She spreads your legs widely with her knees, allowing herself to fuck you without a care in the world.

“Feels good?” she asks while panting, her breasts bouncing each time she ruts into you. You couldn't resist sucking one of her nipples, causing her to hiss. “Oh fuck–shit, oh god… that feels so good–”

“Are you close?” you asked, whining as you felt her cock hump into you and her arms tighten around you. “Daddy, cum in me–”

“I'm here, baby… oh fuck,” she moans aloud, sucking on your neck to the point of bruising. She continues to pound into you until she stops her hips, balls deep inside of you. “I'm going to cum, I'm going... Oh, shit!”

She stills her hips and releases massive amounts of sperm into you, her ass twitching as she releases her thick, white milk into you, her mouth all over your chest. You ran your fingers through her short brunette hair, gripping it tightly as you went around her length. She yanked out quickly, splattering more thick cum all over your pussy lips - she smiled.

"D-Did you like that?" she asks, her gaze fixed on your pussy clench. She couldn't help but grab her tip and spread the cum all over your folds, repeatedly slapping the head on your clit. This gesture made you flutter your eyes closed. “Fuck, baby. I just gave you a creampie.”

“Yeah…” you sighed, your eyes closed, as you felt Natasha's cum oozing out of your hole, causing her to chuckle deeply. “Happy now?”

“That I came in you? Yes,” she said as she stood up in her loose gray boxers, an obvious tent in her undergarment. “What is it?” asks the older woman, turning her head over her shoulder.

“I feel like Henry heard us.”

She snickered and crept back under the covers, clutching you close. “I doubt it. He’s dead asleep, baby.”

“Yeah, I guess–”

A loud bang is heard against the bedroom door. “Mommy? Can you please help me make waffles? I know Mama is still asleep, so please come and help me.”

You laughed softly as you rolled out of bed, teasing Natasha with your bare ass. “I want to bite your ass,” she said quietly.

“You could do that later, my love.” you brushed your hair away from your sweaty face while wearing shorts.

Natasha was allowing herself some free time by staying at your apartment for a short time while she was away from the compound. You had to inform the older woman you had a son when you first met her. You assumed she would resist you because she did not want to be engaged with a single parent. But the moment she heard you say those words, she treated Henry as if he were her own. It was as if you had a new family with her, and you felt entirely whole again.

She stood up when she heard your mother calling from the other side of the room. She kisses your left cheek while brushing her hair off her brow and wearing sweatpants.

"Can I also cum in your ass?" she asked with a whine. “Please, baby girl? Please? Come on, it’ll fit.”

You give your girlfriend a wink as you leave the room, the sperm in your cunt still leaking from its hole. Oh well, you thought. I’ll fix that later.

um.

[kurosstuff]

✨Vampire Sera x GNreader x Vampire Lute✨ I want it

Headcanons this time around~ and fluff with a HINT of angst~♡

Kinda short this time around♡

Warning(s): blood drinking, fluff, jealousy (?) Slight spice? Two small drabbles

Vampire sera x GN!reader x Vampire lute: headcanons

Having two vampire lovers while being a human wasn't always easy.

Especially if one just so happened to be hungry- thats when it wasn't the greatest. Especially since both are addicted to your blood.

Lute. When she drank from you? Wasnt always nice nor gentle. Cause unlike Sera. She can't be gentle. Bruises always from Lute- who didn't mean to but she did try.

She does know her strength knows what she csn do if not careful but she tries

"Quit moving~" Lute snarled out, holding your waist in a bruising hold you just knew was gonna hurt for days

"ok, ok- I'm sorry" you huffed out, tilting your head for her to chomp down on gasping as she fed clinging to her shoulders tightly tearfully at the stinging pain you felt "lute.. gentle~" you gasped out, feeling her Claws digging into your skin breaking it almost as if wanting to shred you

Once lute got feral- all blood thirsty for your blood Sera needs to step in. Or she'll drink you dry

Not like you mind

Each time it happens Lute hides. Refusing to see you go anywhere near you. No matter where you look you never can find her.

Sera knows, but she also knows lute needs to forgive herself first. Before she can go to their Mate again. Sera is annoyed given how often she's reminded her thst their mate is a human. A fragile human.

But when lute does come around you forgive her like always knowing she didn't truly mean too. She'll hold you close kissing any marks she left on you as gently as she can.

Now? Sera stays in the room as she feeds.

Sera, on the other hand? Is gentle. Rarely losing herself- always taking your hand whispering softly to you. Praising you.

Just being soft as she pulls you in her lap cooing before she drinks.

Unlike Lutes, it doesn't feel like she's trying to drain you. To eat you. She's as gentle as possible like a small prick if anything given how gently she bites to drink.

But there's days she's too thirsty.

Hungry

That's when you need to worry.

Seeing Sera stare you in your doorway. Like a predator, and you're her prey. You gulped knowing what was gonna happen. Covering your neck- your warnings and concerns falling on deaf ears as she pins you, kissing you roughly before biting you harshly holding you close as she gets her full.

So gone she didn't hear your cries. Or lutes yells before she was ripped away as lute screamed trying to cover your bloody neck sobbing as she drank way to much.

That made her snap out of it. Seeing your fear on your face

That was the first time and last time Sera ever lost control enough. She almost killed you. Never again will she allow it to happen.

To see your fear. Of her.

But not everything is stressful. There's romantic days where you show them modern stuff and have fun with that

Aka pranking them every now and again

You learned the hard way lute. Doesn't understand jokes at all. And to never prank or joke with much stuff with her.

Sera gets it and laughs(cause of Emily) but she prefers to keep it on the rare occasions

Both ladies insist on you sleeping in between them when it's time to sleep no matter what.

"To protect you!" - lute(she just wants to steal your warmth as well)

Now- when it comes to their bat forms?(and any other animal they decide to be)

Free hugs/cuddles. And they know it. How eager and happy you are to love up on them

Both ladies adore it-

Even going as far as turning back to tease you. Each time it works.

Lute does that a lot mire then Sera does- who prefer you to be happy and if that meant her being in one of her animal forms? Then so be it

[mercurygguk]

Can we get a time stamp about their morning sex in Dubai which was their last day there ???

risqué ; timestamp #11

!! 18+ content below the cut !!

pairing; risqué!jk x risqué!oc

genre; smut (or*l f. receiving, c*m eating, f*ngering, dirty talk)

ps. here's a little trip down memory lane to better days :')

[9:51 AM] jungkook really enjoys the sight of you losing control because of him.

fuck, he loves it.

he made you cum twice already but he can't stop when it comes to you.

he's obsessed with the way your eyes will roll to the back of your head at the overstimulation, the way your lips are parted in moans and whimpers, your bottom lip swollen from how much you've been biting into it to keep yourself from screaming his name, the way your skin is scorching hot underneath his fingertips as he slides his palms up and over the expanse of your stomach until he can cup your tits in his hands, squeezing them tightly.

"ah- mhm, kook!"

your back arches in search of more and your hand tightly gripping the sheets, hips bucking against jungkook's mouth as he laps up your wetness mixed with his cum, the taste filling his tastebuds and sending snippets of euphoria to his brain. he moans against your core as you dig your other hand into his hair, sending those delicious vibrations through you, a gasping moan leaving you in response.

his thumbs brush over hard nipples once before circling them, your tits fitting perfectly in his hands – made for him, he's sure of it.

"oh god– fuck, kook.. i can't–"

jungkook lifts his head, replacing his tongue with his fingers, sinking them into your heat and spreading you out while his thumb adds pressure to your clit. he crawls back up, hovering over you and capturing your lips in a deep, wet kiss – the taste of yourself mixed with him transferring from his tongue to yours, causing your pussy to tighten around his fingers.

"you're gonna cum a third time," jungkook rasps against your lips, "understood?"

you shake your head, clinging onto him as your hips buck continuously against his hand. despite the overstimulation, you're still a desperate, little brat looking for release. jungkook smirks against your lips, pride filling his chest as you whimper his name, pulling him back in for a kiss.

he swallows your moans as you fall apart underneath him, carries you through your orgasm. he cuddles you after, cradles you in his arms, fingertips running up and down your spine as he leaves several kisses on your forehead, unable to keep himself from caressing every part of you, too gone in your shared bubble that is his hotel room.

deep down, he knows there is a lot to talk about once you're back home but for now... it's just you and him.

[random-things-of-mine]

𝘗𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘺𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦

Opposite Wally x GN Reader

Warning: Angst??

- - - - -

"Are you gonna give me a piggyback ride?"

Opposite flicked Y/n's forehead, not about to entertain such a stupid idea.

"I'd rather throw myself off a cliff." He replied dryly, his expression showed a mixture of anger and annoyance.

"To bad!" They grin deviously as they jump onto his back, clinging onto him tightly.

You were now the equivalent of a human backpack. More specifically his human background.

The puppet froze, he wasn't expecting the human to leap onto his back without a warning. Reluctantly he held on to their legs to support the body weight.

He grumbled under his breath, trying his best to control his emotions of anger and disgust, but his facial expression gave him away.

His face was a deep shade of red, his breath got heavy, but he wasn't about to let them just sit and relax on his back forever, after a moment the scowl was back on his face again.

"Get off."

"Or better yet, why don't you get walking."

"I'm not going to walk with you on my back." Opposite said stiffly.

This was like a game, if he walked, even a single inch, then they would win, so he just stood there, frozen, trying to resist the urge to walk.

"Get off." He repeated firmly.

"Pleasseee, pretty please. With a cherry on top." They plead, clinging onto him tightly.

Hearing Y/n plead like that, was enough to take the last bit of resistance he had, in less than half a second, Opposite's facade cracked.

Even though they were still the same annoying brat, his facial expression softened, he didn't resist anymore, and with a defeated sigh, he took a step and began to walk.

"You're a pest."

They simply ignored his insult but frowned as they got put down on the ground after being carried for so long.

At least he brought them to their doorstep.

"Maybe you're not just a pest, you're also a disease and I should get rid of you." Opposite continued with mocking sarcasm.

"But you can't get rid of me... cause you care for meeee. Deep inside I know you do!" Y/n laughed in his face smugly.

His face became a deep shade of red when they said that, his body stiffened completely.

"Shut up." He mumbled, trying his best to ignore them while his stomach was burning from an unfamiliar feeling.

"Just admit it we are friends." They nudged him expectantly. Waiting for him to give in and be honest.

But he didn't see them as a friend.

"Friends." He repeated again almost immediately after, his voice was louder, his tone of voice became more firm.

Opposite was looking at Y/n dead in the eyes, as if he was trying to gauge their reaction, his expression was stern, serious, and firm. But the deep red color in his face also spoke about his feelings, emotions were mixed, and the meltdown inside was intense.

He hesitated for a moment, he didn't want to lose control in front of them, but they still continued to stare at him with that innocent face. All the intense emotions he felt suddenly became too much, and he snapped.

He lifted one hand and placed it against the side of their face and made sure they looked at him.

It was the first time he ever dared to touch them like this.

"You're not my friend."

"Excuse me, what am I to you then?" They snapped back, feeling somewhat offended.

"You're my pain in the ass." He replied bluntly without a hesitation.

It was obvious he was using his snark and his disdain to hide his feelings, the way he leaned forward and put a lot of weight on the hand touching their cheek was an indication that he was trying his hardest to be serious and avoid showing his weakness.

To his suprise instead of pushing him away, they leaned into his touch.

He was now leaning forward towering over them as he had them trapped against their door, as a act of dominance.

"Don't forget, you are nothing more than the annoyance of my neighbor." Opposite spoke sharply again, as if he was trying to remind himself.

"Then what am I going to be to you in the future?"

Opposite's expression froze, this isn't something he expected them to ask him.

"Nothing." He replied firmly, he was trying to stay serious, but when they ask him this question, it made him pause for several seconds. "Just nothing."

The hand that was brushing theirs suddenly tightened, he squeezed their cheek a bit too tightly, and there was a sudden burst of intense emotions like heat and longing, but he instantly withdrew his hand, like his body was automatically rejecting it... which it was.

He felt a burning pain inside rise up inside his chest, it was taking away his breath and not in a good way. It was suffocating.

"Nobody is important to me." Opposite spoke in a sharp tone, but instantly he knew they wouldn't believe him.

His hand was trembling a little bit.

With effort he pulled away pushing their door open to make them tumble inside before before closing the door himself again.

He made sure they couldn't see him as he started to couch, a black goop dripping from his mouth. It left a burning pain from where it touched his felt skin. And it left a horrid taste that would linger for a long while.

Hurriedly he returned to his house, ordering Home to let no one in.

His body was rejecting any happiness.

He couldn't be happy with his neighbor. And his neighbor shouldn't be wanting him.

- - - - -

[bengiyo]

Never Let Me Go Ep 7 Stray Thoughts

Last time, Palm and Neungdiao fled to the beach to hide after Tanya and Chanon got shot in front of the house. We met Palm's mother, and she begrudgingly took them if they agreed to work. Nuengdiao showed his multilingual prowess by checking in an international gay couple (who I demand return to the plot). Palm spent the entire episode high-key flirting with Nuengdiao, but I am almost certain their ending will be bittersweet now.

Ah, yes, let's begin with Nuengdiao trying to be a normal person, Palm being overly helpful, and bed wrestling. A whole week of Jojo shows is doing wonders for my soul.

The fact that Nuengdiao was clearly turned on, but then sucks his teeth at Palm is so funny. Phuwin and Pond are working so well together.

Episode title: GOOD FORTUNE. Trembling with excitement if people are going to be bold.

I'm so glad Palm is actually watching out for Nuengdiao, because he gets clocked as a rich kid immediately, and almost blew their cover with a credit card.

It's kinda fun when characters who like each other a lot stand really close. Modern audiences know it's because they want to be all up in each other, but if you grew up watching content in 4:3, actors had to stand this close just to be in the frame together.

THE RETURN OF DAVID AND WU. We are living!

I feel like there's some sort of commentary to be made about people using English to communicate when it's not their first language.

Of course Wu sidled up next to Nuengdiao to dish in Mandarin about proposing. I love this show.

Every time Palm does something obviously flirty Nuengdiao looks at him like, "I will fuck you."

Phum is back. I love Pawin, but this character is always starting shit. I'm sure Pawin had fun pretending to curb stomp Chimon.

And we get to see Perth kicking ass?? This episode just keeps on giving.

I hope I don't have to feel weird about this preferred hand later.

What would dramas be without rooftops with which to have earnest, open dialogue?

Ben is very self aware, which makes his self-recrimination land well.

I'm gonna say this every week of every show I watch with him, but I absolutely love Perth's voice.

I feel like Ben has to know that Chopper likes him, which makes me wonder what happened between them for neither to talk about it openly even on the rooftop.

I wonder if Phuwin chose to suck his teeth in annoyance whenever Palm makes him swoon a bit. It's a nice detail.

Oh, this proposal was sweet.

Foot baths??? Jojo every episode this show gets gayer.

Nuengdiao, you can't just start talking about marriage while this man is massaging your feet... Though I do appreciate that Nuengdiao is aware of his own temper.

This night scene in bed is really fascinating with the Eclipse having aired recently. This is another example of needing to use illusions and blinders to have a moment of intimacy.

This fishmonger said, "500 baht per hour?? They don't even pay that in America! Get the fuck out of here!"

100 baht per day? We are working for the experience.

I feel like this is the first time Nuengdiao has really acquiesced to Palm.

I do love when they let the gays have spirituality.

Not these fortunes also contributing to the melancholy.

Well, that's what we expected of how Chanon became indebted to the family.

Tanya isn't dead yet. I think I prefer the drama this way.

Kit is such a fun villain to watch. I really love the way Nat is playing him.

Chopper is visibly disgusted. Perth is also really good. Brilliant to pair him with Nat.

We get a wedding here and a wedding in 2Cutie2Pie this week.

Yes, Palm, take that drink out of his hand. I can't believe we almost had to go through the same plot twice.

I know she is an absent mother, but I do appreciate her asking about the romance in dramatic terms.

She said, "I know you kissed him!"

She also said, "Just hold on loosely, but don't let go. If you cling too tightly you're gonna lose control."

They are back in the room, and Nuengdiao is feeling randy.

Okay, continuity question. If Nuengdiao needs a phone, how do they know Tanya is in a coma?

Nuengdiao is going to be a great manipulator someday. He's preempting all of Palm's objections to get him to agree to date him, even if it's only on this island. Then this man says, "Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like you want me."

Ah, that was a tasteful fade. The fic writers will have much to play with.

Damn, and now Chanon got arrested. Looks like beach time is over.

[tragcdysewn]

he hated the feeling of her relaxing against them, fighting the urge to shake her only because it would hurt her more. they could feel his sisters heart racing, and their own was pumping just as fast in his panic. he hadn't felt this level of fear in a long time, he hadn't feared losing their own life as much as he was afraid of what would happen if tatum fell asleep right now. they suddenly felt like they were twenty five years old again, young and stupid and with no idea what to do beyond try to hold back tears in an attempt keep it together while they sorted out whatever was happening. he could have a personal break down over it all once he was sure his sister would survive this time. "you had a bunch of strangers all calling the station asking for me by name, what was i supposed to do?" he asks, though the joke is weakened by the waver in his voice and the wetness lining their eyes. not that they're even sure tatum is aware enough to notice that, he just needs to keep her talking, and that feels more likely to get her agitated than telling her that of course he'd come, that he'd always come when she needed them, even if he didn't remember her. but they're sure she knows that, and he squeezes her hand tightly, shaking his head. they know that, she knows he knows that, they've both had enough experience with ghostface to know what near fatal injuries look like, and this is certainly close to that level, but he's going to continue to live in delusion that she's fine, that she's going to be fine, until she's... well, that's not a thought that he was willing to entertain right now while she's clinging to life in his arms. "i know. trust me, i know, but you're gonna be. you've just got to keep hanging on a little longer." and then he was going to make sure her and sidney's piece of shit exes ended up in a jail cell, if not the morgue where they belonged. "you don't want to let that idiot win, do you? come on, that's not my little sister." they're still blinking back tears, though he's losing that fight pretty rapidly, and he can feel them falling down his cheeks as he tightens his grip on their little sister, his shoulders finally sagging slightly in relief as paramedics actually started rushing into the alleyway. "it's not your fault, it's billy's. he did this, no one else." the lack of any control over her own movements has him worried again, but it'd be alright, she'd be fine. "don't be a brat, tate." keep it up, get mad, yell at him and call him an asshole. "just wait a bit, you've gotta stay awake until they say you can sleep." they have a brief conversation with the paramedic, a familiar face, now that they were looking, and confirm what injuries he'd seen, along with a slightly too desperate plea that she's his sister, that he needs her to be okay. the other confirms, moving to take her when her eyes fly open, and she's begging them not to go, and his heart cracks as he moves to reassure her. "shh, shh, hey, i'm not going anywhere, tate. they're just gonna get you into an ambulance, okay? i'm gonna go with you, you can keep holding my hand, but you've got to let them take you, okay?"

how could her heart be racing like this when she felt like she had nothing left in her? maybe it was just the fear, the adrenaline hitting one final stride as she allowed herself to relax into her brother's arms. she had been trying to cling so hard to the sounds around her, even to the pain that was overwhelming, only because it was something tangible. something real that reminded her she hadn't given up the fight yet. but having dewey here, it made everything feel better, better enough that she could relax. that maybe she'd be able to sleep. just until the ambulance was there. his arms were so much warmer than the ground, she wanted to let herself slip into that darkness now that she had a little bit of warmth around her. the sirens were getting louder, dewey's voice and those being the only thing that helped tatum stay on this side of her mind. she wants to trust them, that they wouldn't lie about how much longer.. no matter how much tatum had teased them about their job back home, if nothing else, she was glad now that he had been the one to get here. that despite everything, he was able to find her first. "i'm glad you came." her words were barely above a whisper, tears streaming down her face as his hand found hers, as she clung to it, whatever strength she had left being used to hold onto their hand, to ground her to them. he found her. despite everything, despite the fighting and the comments made in frustration, dewey still found her. "i don't-- i'm not okay." that reality was rapidly sinking down around her. knowing that none of this could look good, she knew enough about the human body to know how much shit she was in. even as her mind wanted to drift, she knew what that meant. what this would turn into if he wasn't right about the ambulance. the idea of dewey handling billy and stu only made her heartbeat quicken, fear spiking in her body though she couldn't quite find the energy to express it. she couldn't let him go and do this alone.. they didn't know what they were up against with so many of the ghostfaces around. "it's my fault-- i'm sorry.." she shook her head, though it only felt like it flopped from one side to another instead of being under any control. "i wanna sleep now." she muttered, though she could hear more voices starting to fill the alley, voices calling out to dewey, to her, but most of the words made no sense in her mind, except those telling dewey to let go, her eyes flying open in a burst of panic induced energy, staring back at her brother. "don't-- don't go."

[theteasetwrites]

The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning

Chapter 59: Human Nature

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 9 ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: scary situation, blood and gore, violence, mild swearing, tad bit steamy ❧ Word Count: 7.3k (I got carried away)

❧ In This Chapter: It's been a month since the failed run in D.C., and since then, Rick has spearheaded a major repair of a nearby bridge, recruiting Saviors to help despite the bad blood. Still, Daryl's temper lands him in hot water when he gets into a fight with a particularly antagonistic Savior. Problems continue as Aaron suffers a severe injury.

❧ A/N: Spoiler alert (I mean if you're reading this you've probably already watched the show lol but still), this covers the episode where Aaron loses his arm. So sad. Also, it is not lost on me that both Daryl and Reader have older brothers who lost their left hands, which is very morbidly funny to me. Anyway, there's also some Reader and Daryl cuteness/sauciness in here to make up for it so it's not too hard to read. Oh, and we love the scene with Aaron and Daryl on the bridge bein' cute little dads (kind of). So cute. They are the best boys.

The cool morning sun was just beginning to pour through the blinds in your bedroom. You shivered a little, pulling the several layers of blankets closer to your face and clinging to them tightly. November was always such a chilly month in Virginia, though it was one of your favorites, with its frequent cloudy, rainy days and misty mornings.

Half asleep, and aching for more warmth, you flipped yourself over to snuggle into Daryl’s warm chest, but he wasn’t there.

Curious, you thought. Daryl had been sleeping in a lot more whenever he did sleep, ever since he came home with you a month ago, and relinquished control of the Sanctuary to Carol.

Then, the scent of bacon wafted through the air, accompanied by the sound of sizzling, and you smiled to yourself, knowing he was just downstairs making breakfast.

Still, you were cold, and lonely. Being pregnant seemed to make you even needier than usual, and all you wanted was to be around Daryl.

“Good morning,” you yawned as you walked into the kitchen, a fluffy blanket wrapped around your body.

Daryl turned to look at you as he cracked an egg over the pan. “‘Mornin’,” he said, then turned back to see his egg had landed on the stove. “Goddamnit,” he muttered angrily.

Amused by his mistake, you looked over his shoulder and giggled at the sad little egg, splattered on the surface of the ceramic stove. “Oh, baby,” you said sweetly as you rested your chin on his shoulder and wrapped your arms around his waist.

He hung his head in shame. “That was the last egg,” he said. “Was gonna fry it up for ya. Kept breakin’ ‘em all mornin’.”

You sighed. Daryl was never great at eggs. He was too rough with them, and he never properly learned how to crack them so they always ended up with shells. Still, you didn’t mind. It’s the thought that counts.

“Eggs are overrated,” you said before kissing his cheek and squeezing his sides. “How about we make those famous Dixon blueberry pancakes, huh? Those are your specialty.”

He looked at you with a small half-smile. “That what ya want, baby?”

You clasped your hands around his face and pulled his lips to yours, leaving a short kiss followed by an exaggerated, “mwah” sound.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “I want something sweet, and you’re the best at sweet things.”

You’d only been pregnant for a month, but Daryl was already having a hard time keeping up with your cravings. The first week or so, anything sweet made you nauseous, and meat was the only thing you would eat. He could do that, he practically lived on meat himself. Then, you went off the meat for a few weeks and only ate rice and beans. This week, you were back on the meat, so Daryl was making bacon. He supposed you must’ve wanted meat and sweets now.

“Still want the bacon?” he asked, gesturing to the plate sitting by the stove, covered with a greasy paper towel and emanating a lovely aroma.

“Mmm,” you hummed. “Yes, and pancakes. I’ll help you make them.”

You turned to bend down and rummage through the cabinets for pots and pans, but Daryl quickly stopped you, grabbing your waist and pulling you away.

“Nope, no way,” he said. “You sit down. Ain’t havin’ ya strain yourself. I’ll make ‘em myself.”

“Oh, it’s just pancakes!” you laughed. “I’m barely even pregnant, I’ll be fine.”

He shook his head. “Nah, sit. That’s an order.”

You rolled your eyes, but kissed him nevertheless. “Okay, boss.”

Daryl got to work making the pancake batter, with fresh blueberries from the garden and flour from Hilltop.

You sat and watched from the little dining table, where Daryl had already set up plates for you and him. Daryl didn’t always make breakfast for you, a lot of times he was too busy to even eat breakfast by himself, but when he was home, he tried to do it at least once for you.

Watching him effortlessly throw together the batter, which he had done so many times at this point that he had his own little process, you admired how good he was to you, and how he’d do anything to make you happy. He’d been proving it already within the last month, always making sure you were well-fed and well-rested. At the first meeting with Siddiq regarding your pregnancy, he’d informed you and Daryl that you needed to be in tip-top shape to have a healthy pregnancy, and that eating well and getting enough rest would be paramount to ensuring the health of the baby and you.

After all, pregnancy was essentially like having a little parasite inside of you. Though you didn’t think of it that way, biologically, that little month-old bundle of cells was going to start taking up a lot of your nutrients, and you needed to fuel your body to be up to the task.

Daryl cut off your thoughts when he used a spatula to fling a few pancakes onto your plate, and then a few slices of bacon. Then, he brought over plenty of homemade butter and syrup to accompany your meal, as well as a large glass of orange juice.

“Thanks, sweetie,” you said.

He crossed back over to the counter and served himself up a handful of bacon. “Don’ mention it,” he said, then returned to the table to sit across from you. “Gotta make sure you’re eatin’ good. Doctor’s orders.”

You didn’t hesitate to cut up a large bite of pancake, drenched in maple syrup. “Mmm,” you hummed, then swallowed the sweet, buttery, blueberry-infused goodness. “Wonderful as usual, cutie pie.”

He grunted in agreement, using his fork to sneak a few pieces from your plate and tossing them in his mouth. “Real good,” he said, then pointed his fork at your plate. “Now eat that bacon. You need the iron.”

You shook your head before picking up a piece and taking a bite out of it. Daryl had also been reading up on pregnancy, and he was now almost annoyingly informed about the process, but you mostly appreciated his involvement.

“You know,” you began, “if you’re leaving again to work on the bridge today, I’m not going to have anyone to make sure I’m getting my iron.”

Daryl had been helping out with Rick’s pet project, rebuilding the bridge that had given out around the time you went on the run into D.C., and he’d return home every few days, but it still seemed like no matter what, Daryl was busy doing something for others. He was good like that, trying to help out in the community, and supporting Rick, even when he didn’t agree with him.

Daryl wasn’t particularly keen on the bridge idea, half because he didn’t think it was worth the potential dangers, and half because he just wanted to stay home with you, and maybe do some hunting, but other than that, he didn’t want to leave Alexandria, where his most important responsibilities (aka, you and his unborn child) were.

He huffed, knowing that you were using your ability to sway him with your words to do your bidding. “You want me to stay?” he asked.

You shrugged as you finished chewing your bacon. “Of course,” you said. “But I know you can’t. That bridge is important.”

“Ain’t as important as you,” he corrected.

You smiled sweetly. “Well, thanks, but my point is that you should go back. I’m just going to miss you a whole lot, that’s all.”

He sighed. He was going to miss you, too. In fact, he was worried sick about leaving you alone the last few times he had to work on the bridge for a couple of days. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust you to take care of yourself, but rather that he just liked to have some semblance of control over things, to feel like he was keeping you safe.

“I’ll miss ya too,” he said. “Won’t be gone long. Rick’s pushin’ them workers hard, might be able to get the bridge done sooner. Hope it’ll be done ‘fore the baby gets here.”

You nodded. “Me too. I can’t take both you and Aaron there.”

Of course, being the nice guy that he was, Aaron stepped up to help too. At least they both came back together, so you had both of them for a while when they visited, but it just wasn’t the same as having them there all the time.

A thought occurred to you then, but it was certainly going to be a tough sell. “How about I go back with you and Aaron today? Help out at the bridge camp?”

He clanged his fork against the plate as he dropped it and shook his head vehemently. “No, no way. Ain’t happenin’. You’re stayin’ here where you’re safe. Out there, in the middle of the woods… That ain’t good for ya.”

You tilted your head. “Daryl, there are plenty of armed guards, and enough people drawing away herds to keep that place safe for months. Besides, it’s not like I’m going to be doing anything strenuous. Just thought I’d help out around the camp, make food for the workers. Most of all, I just don’t want to be alone.”

He huffed, staring back at you and becoming lost in those doe eyes. He simply couldn’t say no to you, and he did sympathize with you. Though you had lots of friends in Alexandria, all of the most important people to you were going to be at that bridge, helping out. Of course, Maggie and the Hilltop weren’t going to be there, on account of having executed Gregory a month prior, an event which only added to an even more tense relationship between Maggie and Rick. Still, your family was there.

“I don’t know, (Y/N),” he said with a slow shake of his head and a deep breath. “If somethin’ happened to you, to the baby… I couldn’t live with it. When you’re home, I know you’re safe.”

You shook your head. “No,” you said. “I’m safe when I’m with you. You’re my home, Daryl. Please, let me go with you. I promise to be careful.”

He was silent for a while, but when he spoke again, he relented. “You ain’t goin’ on the bike,” he said. “You’re goin’ in the truck with Aaron, and you ain’t leavin’ the camp. I want ya where I can see ya at all times, ya hear me?”

You squealed and jumped up from your seat, running around the table to Daryl and planting yourself on his lap before kissing him. “Oh, thank you! I love you so much! This is going to be great, I can write down all the events in my journal, maybe even take some pictures of the bridge with that camera you got me. For the records.”

He grimaced in mock pain as you smooched every square inch of his face. “All right, all right,” he said with a laugh in his voice. “Don’t get too excited. Lots of asshole Saviors on the bridge crew. Don’t want ya anywhere near ‘em. Justin’s there.”

You sighed and stopped kissing him. “I’m sure Rick has it under control,” you said, not entirely believing your own statement. Rick hadn’t been, in yours and Daryl’s opinion, the best leader as of late. He had lost sight of a lot of things since Carl’s death, and he was trying desperately to unite people who just didn’t want anything to do with what he was trying to build. Some of the Saviors were getting along, but a lot of them were just causing problems, not wanting to follow Rick’s rules. It was getting messy, and the joining of forces for the construction of the bridge was only making things more tense.

“And I’m sure we can handle them,” you said, combing your fingers through his silky hair. “I just can’t wait to see you getting your hands dirty. I always did have a thing for construction workers.”

He was going to say something snarky, but you cut him off by kissing him again, this time with much more passion and an open mouth that begged for him. Adjusting yourself on his lap, you reached down to rub him over his jeans, but he slowly, reluctantly, removed your hand, and leaned away from your hungry kiss.

“Gotta leave soon,” he said. “Already later than I said I’d be back.” He nudged your nose with his. “Go get dressed, crazy woman.”

You pouted. “Oh, but Daryl,” you said, “can’t we do something really quick? I’m… very horny,” you said, almost embarrassed of your admission.

He raised an eyebrow. “Ain’t we been screwin’ every night this month?”

“Well, every night you’re home,” you said, as if it was obvious that that wasn’t enough for how easily aroused you would get lately.

He shook his head with a smile. “Man, pregnant women are hard to please.” He trailed his hand from your cheek down to your breast, where he gently massaged it, causing you to close your eyes and moan sweetly.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” you said. Your breasts had been getting more swollen and tender by the day with all the hormones running wild inside of you. Daryl had not missed the opportunity to massage the aching tissue every chance he could get. “Just a little?” you asked sweetly.

He threw his head back with a groan. “You’re killin’ me, princess,” he said. “Tell ya what, you go get ready to go to camp, and tonight I’ll give ya whatever ya want in my tent, sound good?”

You snuggled into his shoulder. “Fine,” you said. “Sorry for being so demanding.”

He pulled away to look at you. “Girl, I ain’t complainin’. Nothin’ better than doin’ it with my old lady, but right now I gotta get to that bridge, so if you’re comin’ then get a move on.” He gave you a light pat to your ass. “Come on,” he said, beginning to lift you up off of him. “‘Fore ya give me a hard-on.”

Once you were packed and dressed, it was time to hit the road to the camp that the bridge crew was using as a base for construction. Just as Daryl said, you rode with Aaron in the truck, behind Daryl as he led you on his bike.

“So, names,” Aaron said, keeping an eye on the road as he drove. “We’ve got to start talking about names.”

You laughed. “No,” you said. “Too early. This baby’s not even a fetus yet. I mean, I hate to say it, but who knows. Something could happen. My book says that miscarriages are most common in the first trimester, and—”

“(Y/N),” Aaron said seriously, looking at you with a straight face. “Don’t even think about that. You’re taking your prenatals, Daryl’s doting on you, Siddiq’s got you coming in for weekly check ups… The baby’s going to be fine.”

You huffed. “Well, it could’ve been an issue with the implanting. If the pregnancy is ectopic, or something just didn’t go right…” You trailed off when Aaron gave you another look. “Okay. Sorry, I just don’t want to get my hopes up. Daryl’s already so excited about this baby, too, so I’m worried about getting him worried.”

“Isn’t he reading the books too?”

“Yes,” you said. “But it’s weird, once he knows I’m worried, that sends him over the edge. I don’t know why.”

Aaron laughed. “It’s because you’re his strength, (Y/N). You keep him… light. So quit being a worrywart and tell me your name ideas.”

You sighed. “Okay. Don’t make fun of me, though.”

“I won’t,” he said, fully intending on making fun of you if you came up with some ridiculous name ideas. “Let’s hear ‘em.”

You leaned down to reach into your bag between your legs, and Aaron eyed your sudden movement. He shook his head when he saw you pull out a neatly written list of baby names. “Jesus Christ, (Y/N),” he said. “Thought you weren’t getting your hopes up?”

You elbowed him in the side. “Shut up. We had too many names, needed to write them down. That baby name book is huge.”

Aaron removed one hand from the steering wheel and gestured for you to read them.

“Okay, do you want boy or girl names first? And do you want middle names, too?”

“Boy,” he said. “And yes.”

You cleared your throat before you began to read. “First on our list is… Milo.”

Aaron smiled, trying to hold back a laugh. “What?” you asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing… It’s just… Well, didn’t we have a dog named Milo?”

Your eyes widened. “We did?”

He burst into laughter. “Yes! Little Jack Russell. He was a shithead, too. Always jumping on me. You don’t remember?”

You shook your head. “I think I was too young, but I’m not naming my son after a dog.” You reached for your pen in your pack and crossed off the name. “I’m just gonna read off the others at once.” You took a deep breath. “Jasper, Arthur, Ian, Oliver, August, Quinn, Elliot, Roy, Perry, and Owen, after Dad. Some I’m thinking more for middle names.”

He nodded as he processed the list. “Solid list,” he said. “Lots of old man names in there.”

“Shut up,” you said. “I’m not good with boys’ names.”

“So, I’m assuming you suggested all those names then?”

You huffed. “You want to hear the names Daryl suggested, right?”

He chuckled. “Oh, that’d be spectacular.”

You shook your head and began reading off the three names Daryl wanted to put on the list. “Ozzy, Iggy, and…” You took a deep breath. “Harley.”

Aaron looked at you with wide eyes, then burst into another hearty laugh. “Oh, man. I really hope you don’t have a boy.”

“At least they’re interesting,” you said. “But I don’t know if I want to name my son after Ozzy Osbourne or Iggy Pop, or a motorcycle.”

“Well, I think I like… Oliver Iggy Dixon, or Jasper Owen Dixon. It’d be nice to have Dad’s name in there.”

“Mmm,” you hummed in agreement. “I was also thinking about naming him Daryl Junior, but Daryl hated that idea.”

“Gee, I wonder why.”

You hit his shoulder. “Daryl is a fine name! You know, it’s French, and means ‘beloved.’ Isn’t that adorable?”

He shook his head. “Get to the girls’ names please, before I throw up.”

“All right, all right. Ahem… Iris, Penelope, Ada, Daisy, Agatha, Frances, Eleanor, Sybil, Astrid, Harper, Lily, Rosalie… Tell me when to stop. I have a much longer list for girls’ names.”

“Well, I know Frances is after Grandma,” he said. “Lots of flower names in there, as to be expected from you. Agatha is for Agatha Christie and Sybil is from The Picture of Dorian Gray, I’m assuming. I think I like Daisy. It’s got the alliteration thing, Daisy Dixon. Maybe Daisy Frances Dixon? Or Daisy Eleanor Dixon?”

You shook your head as you looked down at your list. “I don’t know. None of them have that spark to it, you know? None of them seem… right. It’s got to be something understated, but unique, and it has to flow together. Plus, Daryl seems ambivalent towards most of them. I want something he likes, too. He couldn’t even think of any girls’ names.”

Aaron shrugged. “Maybe something will come up naturally. Just from everyday stuff. You’ve got plenty of time.”

When you got to the camp, you were surprised to see how well-built it was. There were tents everywhere, with guard posts all around and even a little outhouse. From the outset, it looked quite homey.

Daryl took you to his tent first thing to drop off your stuff. Just as you expected, the tent was made from scratch, with waterproof canvas and thin tree logs as tent poles.

There was a small cot towards the back that looked like it had barely been slept in, but it looked quite cozy. He even had a little bedside table and a lantern, along with a chest to put his clothes in.

“This is nice,” you said as you put your pack down by the chest. “Just like old times.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What, like back at the farm?”

You rubbed his shoulders and pressed your chest against his. “Mhm,” you hummed, and he rested his hands on your waist. “Remember, our first night together, when you first made love to me?”

He huffed, trying not to remember too vividly in order to not get himself worked up in the middle of the day. “‘Course I remember it. One of the best nights of my life. Ain’t ever gonna forget it.”

You closed your eyes and leaned forward to kiss him, but he only kissed your cheek. “Not now, baby,” he said. “Get yourself comfortable, lay down and take a nap if you wanna. I gotta help out at the bridge ‘fore Rick rips me a new one.” He kissed your other cheek, then lifted your chin to look at your disappointed face. You hated how needy you were being, but it was almost like you couldn’t help it, like all you wanted was Daryl’s attention. Still, you knew he had work to do, and that he was needed elsewhere, no matter how much you wanted him to yourself. “I’ll be back in a bit,” he said. “You need me, I'll be at the bridge. Aaron’s gonna be there, too. We ain’t far.”

You nodded. “Is Carol here?” you asked.

“Sure is,” he said. “You should go see ‘er. She’s been askin’ about you and the baby. Woman won’t stop houndin’ me, makin’ sure I take care of ya.”

“Aww,” you said. “She knows you take care of me. She’s just teasing you, cutie pie. You’re fun to tease.” You kissed his nose, to which he grimaced in faux displeasure. “Go on now, Bob the Builder. I’ll come by later and make sure you’re working up a sweat.”

Shortly after Daryl headed to the bridge, you left the tent to go find Carol, who was already running up to you with a big smile when you did find her. “(Y/N)!” she cried jovially before giving you a big bear hug. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you, hon.”

You smiled over her shoulder. “Thanks, Carol. I see Daryl wasn’t lying when he said he was going to tell everyone.”

She pulled away and laughed. “He’s so proud. He’s trying to pretend like it’s no big deal, but I can just hear the excitement in his voice. You’re going to be parents!”

“I know! I still can’t believe it.”

“Hey,” she said, turning around to clear a space from one of the folding chairs in front of her tent. “Sit with me.”

“Thanks,” you said, taking her offer.

“So,” she sighed as she sat across from you, “you here for a few days?”

“Mhm,” you replied. “Well, until the bridge is done. Daryl said Rick’s got everyone working hard so it should be done soon.”

Carol nodded. “Yeah, but lots of our Savior workers are going on strike.” You frowned at that. “I think they’re just fed up with having to work with us and not getting enough food from the Hilltop to keep them going.”

“Maybe he could talk to Maggie,” you said. “Get her to send a bigger shipment. That could help morale.”

Carol sighed. “I don’t know, (Y/N). Maggie doesn’t even like the idea of working with the Saviors, let alone feeding them. That’s why she hasn’t sent anyone from Hilltop to help. Things just aren’t like they used to be. Everyone’s… split.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “The world’s getting more and more complicated again. It was always going to happen, though. It’s just human nature.”

“Well, Rick told me this morning that Michonne was heading to Hilltop to talk to Maggie. Maybe they can work something out. In the meantime, we’ve got a lot of grumpy Saviors.”

That was an understatement.

On the bridge, Daryl and Aaron were lowering the last floor beam needed to solidify the deck, and Aaron was doing what he usually did: talk. This time, he was going on and on about his adopted daughter, Gracie (yours and Daryl’s infant niece), and his misadventures in navigating parenthood.

“So,” he sighed, “I go in after her nap, and pick her up, and the diaper just… explodes all over me.” He gestured to his chest to explain more visually.

Daryl listened as he placed a nail in his teeth and picked up his hammer. “Sounds like good times,” he mumbled.

“Oh, the best,” Aaron confirmed, beginning to hammer his nail into the beam as well. “You’ll see.”

Daryl looked at him with a crooked grimace, then shook his head as he returned to his work.

“What?” Aaron asked. “You’re gonna make a great dad.”

“Yeah,” Daryl replied, somewhat sarcastically. Though he had made a point to inform everyone at the camp whom he cared for about the pregnancy, he was still nervous talking to Aaron about it.

Though he considered Aaron amongst his best friends, he still saw him first and foremost as your brother, and by definition, his brother-in-law. Even the notion that the two of you had sex was something Daryl preferred to keep away from Aaron, out of courtesy.

But still, he supposed the baby was going to be Aaron’s niece or nephew, so it made sense how excited he was, and Daryl was trying his best to entertain him.

“I still can’t believe (Y/N)’s going to have a baby,” Aaron continued, shaking his head with a smile as he looked down at his work. “I wish my dad was here, just so I could see the look on his face. He always wanted grandkids.”

Daryl huffed, chewing on his lip and nervously grabbing another nail. “Yeah,” he said. “Jus’ hope everything goes right… with the pregnancy.”

Aaron looked up at him and wiped his brow with his forearm. “It will,” he said with a nod.

He knew from prior conversations that Daryl was worried about something happening to you, like with Lori when she died giving birth to Judith. It terrified Aaron, too, but he also tried to reassure Daryl that Alexandria was much better equipped to deal with pregnancy and childbirth than your group was at the prison. There were doctors, people who had been trained to deliver babies, equipment scavenged from nearby hospitals, and generators to power them. You already were much luckier than Lori.

“It’s like I said,” he continued. “(Y/N)’s in good hands, and she’s healthy, strong. The baby’s gonna be healthy and strong, too.”

Daryl nodded, comforted by Aaron’s words. “I know,” he said. “But I ain’t gonna stop worryin’.”

Aaron patted Daryl on the shoulder. “That’s what being a dad is all about. Worrying. See, you’re already great at it.”

Daryl raised his head and shared a small smile with Aaron, who was a better brother to him than his own brother ever was.

The moment was cut short with a thud from the other side of the bridge. Aaron and Daryl looked up to see that Justin had pushed Henry, the young boy from the Kingdom whom Carol and Ezekiel had adopted, onto the ground.

From context clues, Daryl garnered that Henry was doing his rounds, carrying a water jug and allowing each worker to pour themselves a cup. Now Justin was holding that jug overhead and pouring the water directly into his mouth. The asshole never liked following rules.

Daryl and Aaron began rising to their feet, making sure Justin wouldn’t hurt the child again.

Instead, Henry rose up from the ground and used his fighting stick to trip Justin, causing him to fall.

“Back off!” the boy said between his teeth.

A raucous burst of laughter exploded amongst the group, most of whom found the situation quite humorous.

“What was that?” you asked, hearing the loud thud of Justin’s body hitting the deck, and then the hearty laughter coming from the bridge.

Carol shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you go see? You said you wanted to watch Daryl work, anyway.”

You stood up from your seat and made your way to the bridge, passing by a few familiar faces from Alexandria and the Kingdom on the way there.

The moment you set foot on the road before the bridge, you saw Daryl grabbing Justin’s arm as he was about to storm off in the direction of the boy.

“Hey!” you heard him say to the man. “Kid’s just doin’ his job. Get back to work.” He glowered at Justin, and was much too close to him, with his chest puffed up, than you liked, so you stepped a little closer with your arms crossed over your chest.

“I don’t need you people telling me what to do,” Justin replied. “You’re not my babysitter anymore.”

Just then, Daryl brusquely grabbed Justin’s arm as he began to walk away, making him turn around and swing his clenched fist at Daryl’s face. You flinched when he struck, but the blow never landed, as Daryl quickly dodged his hit and punched him in the nose with so much force that Justin was thrown back and landed on a large pile of sand.

You were already beginning to jog your way over when Justin flung a handful of sand in Daryl’s face, then tackled him to the ground.

“Hey, stop!” you yelled, but the plea fell on deaf ears as Daryl lifted himself up and began to fight back, now with the two men throwing punches at each other. “Goddamnit, Daryl!” you yelled, mostly to yourself, then began running back towards the camp to find Rick. You weren’t about to get yourself in the middle of the fight, but Rick was in charge (and he wasn’t pregnant), so you decided to try to find him.

Carol saw you running through the camp, and quickly stopped you with a grip on your shoulders. “(Y/N), what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Fight on the bridge,” you panted. “Where’s Rick?”

Just then, Rick and Eugene emerged from the woods. “(Y/N),” he said. “What are you doin’ here?” He must’ve not gotten the memo that you had arrived.

You swallowed hard. “Daryl and Justin are fighting on the bridge,” you said, and Rick and Eugene immediately followed you there.

As you grew closer to the bridge, the sound of cheering and jeering grew louder, and soon you noticed that the workers had formed a ring around Daryl and Justin, and were either tremendously entertained by the fight, or yelling at them to stop.

Aaron had even joined in, fighting off another former Savior, Jed, who was trying to help Justin.

Great, you thought. My brother’s an idiot, and my husband’s an even bigger idiot.

“Hey! Hey!” Rick yelled as he ran forward. “Break it up!” You both pushed through the crowd, with Rick continuing to yell at them. “Break it up right now!”

Justin threw a hard hit at Daryl’s face, and you wanted nothing more than to kick that asshole in the balls, but you stayed back as Rick yelled at you. “I got this, (Y/N!)” he yelled, and you nodded as you stepped back.

Rick jumped in between the two enraged men as Daryl tried to get at Justin once again, but Rick pushed him back, and Justin was being held back now by a few other men.

“I said enough!” Rick yelled. “Enough,” he reiterated to Daryl, who then wiped his mouth before spitting out a stream of blood which made your head swim with worry.

Daryl stormed off the bridge towards the camp, and Rick called a meeting with him and Carol immediately after, but you were going to be waiting for him in his tent when he was done, fully intending on giving him an earful.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you asked him. “Aren’t you ever going to get tired of fighting? Aren’t you forty years old, Daryl Dixon?! I swear, sometimes you act like such a shithead little kid! I can’t believe you were fighting like that. You could have gotten yourself killed with the way that jerk was acting, or you could have killed him and gotten ripped apart by the other Saviors!”

“That asshole swung first!” he yelled back, pacing around the tent. “Pushed a little kid, too. Was about to beat him up if I didn’t do somethin’.”

You folded your arms over your chest. “Well, you didn’t have to get physical. You should have just used your words.”

“Words ain’t enough for douchebags like that,” he said. “Only thing they understand is fightin’.”

You shook your head and grimaced at him. “All I know is you better start figuring out how to control yourself,” you said sternly. “I don’t want you ever acting like that in front of our child.”

He froze and looked at you, an unreadable expression on his face. “You think I’d do that?” he asked quietly.

You closed your eyes and sighed, rubbing your eyes with your hands. “No, I didn’t mean that. I know you wouldn’t, but you scare me sometimes.”

He lowered his head, letting his messy hair cover his face. “Would never hurt our baby,” he said. “Or you.”

You frowned and went over to him to lift his head by his cheeks. “I know,” you said. “I know you’d never hurt anyone who didn’t deserve it. Mostly I just hate seeing you get hurt.”

He scoffed. “That asshole didn’t hurt me. I’m tougher than him.”

You rolled your eyes and snorted as you checked his face to make sure he wasn’t too hurt. Justin got in a few good punches but not enough to give Daryl a black eye or make his nose bleed, which you were thankful for.

“You’re too tough for your own good,” you said. “Do you have any idea how scared I was?”

“Sorry,” he said. “Won’t do it no more. Promise. No more fightin’.”

“Good,” you said before leaving a kiss on his forehead. “You’re getting too old for that.”

He pinched your side. “Shut up.”

Daryl returned to working shortly after that, this time with Aaron and a handful of other men in a clearing in the nearby woods that was being used as a labor site, where trees were chopped down and prepared for use in the bridge.

There, Daryl was sawing off some branches, and Aaron was helping pile up logs, pushing one up the ramp with the help of Jed, who was holding the rope it was tethered to.

Soon, a commotion broke out amongst the mules, and Daryl stopped his work to find a few walkers coming his way, which he quickly put down with a severed branch.

Then, he saw the herd coming.

“A herd’s comin’!” he yelled to the others. “Bug out, now!”

“Oh, Jesus,” said Jed, looking at the herd as he held the rope. “We gotta the hell out of here.” In a panic, he let go of the rope holding the heavy log, and it would have hit the man helping Aaron if he hadn’t pushed him away.

“Look out!” cried Aaron, and the pain of what he felt after that was the worst he’d ever experienced. He cried out in a strained groan as his left arm was pinned to the ground by the log.

Daryl couldn’t hear the screams at first, on account of him having to put down several walkers, but when he did, he turned to see Aaron writhing in immense pain.

He dropped his stick and went immediately over to Aaron. “Get them mules out of here!” he yelled to one of the other workers as he ran to help Aaron. “You!” he screamed at Jed, who seemed to be more intent on running away than helping. “Get over here, right now!”

As Daryl, Jed, and another man tried to lift the log from Aaron’s arm, the herd began closing in them, and the whole scene gave Daryl an eerie reminder of that day he was trapped in the car with Aaron, and he almost gave his life to save him.

“Go!” Aaron yelled. “Get out of here! Go!”

He was in the most pain he’d ever experienced in his life, and he pretty much already accepted that he was going to die, but he wasn’t going to let Daryl die for him. He wasn’t going to do that in the car, and he wasn’t going to do that now, especially knowing he needed to be there for you more than ever.

“Keep on him,” Daryl said to the other men as he raised to his feet and pulled out two knives, both he used to plunge into the nearest walkers’ heads before turning back to help Aaron again.

Jed had managed to wedge a sledgehammer underneath the log, and was making progress lifting it off of Aaron. When the log was lifted enough, Daryl pulled Aaron by the shoulder out from underneath the weight of the tree.

Daryl had seen a lot of blood and gore in his life, but the skinned and bloody arm of his friend, his brother, was unlike anything he’d seen before. Aaron looked dumbfounded and frightened at the injured arm, and Daryl didn’t waste another minute before beginning to sling Aaron around his shoulder and lifting him up.

“Come on,” he said, trying to get Aaron to help maneuver his body weight. “Get up!”

He began to trudge along with Aaron, trying to escape the incoming herd. “Come on,” he continued to say to Aaron. “You’re gonna be just fine,” he said, as if trying to convince himself.

Just then, a walker grabbed Daryl’s shoulder, and came dangerously close to taking a bite out of him when Beatrice, one of the women from Oceanside, shot an arrow through its skull.

The rest of the crew appeared shortly after her, with you looking wide-eyed at Aaron’s arm.

“Aaron!” you shouted, your voice breaking as you began to cry. You ran over to him and Daryl. “Oh my god! What happened?!”

Daryl panted as he helped Aaron move. “No time!”

You led the two of them back to the camp while the others continued to fight off the herd.

As you moved with them, you tied your flannel overshirt around his arm, and cried profusely as you saw the exposed bones and tendons. “Oh, Jesus,” you cried.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Daryl assured you both. “Gotta get him to the medic tent. Siddiq will know what to do.”

You nodded frantically, then pulled the door of the tent open when you got there. To your shock, Siddiq was nowhere to be found. Instead, Enid rushed to her feet. She had been apprenticing for Siddiq, learning medicine and surgery, but she was still so young.

“Where’s Siddiq?!” you asked as Daryl laid Aaron on the closest cot.

Enid ran over to Aaron and began untying the shirt from his arm. “He’s gone, it’s just me,” she said to you.

You huffed and leaned down next to him to better see what had happened. When Enid pulled away your bloody shirt, the arm was even worse than just a few minutes earlier, at least, to you. You covered your mouth in horror, and felt the tears soaking your face and hand.

Enid looked between you and Daryl on either side of her. “I have to amputate,” she said.

“What?” Aaron asked shakily.

Your eyes widened at Daryl, and you couldn’t say anything. You were rendered speechless.

“There ain’t no other way?” Daryl asked desperately.

“The only way to stop the bleeding is to amputate and cauterize the wound,” she replied.

“What?” Aaron asked again, utterly confused by the whole situation. It all happened so fast, and he didn’t even have time to comprehend what had happened to him.

“Here,” Enid said as she handed Daryl a tourniquet, and he began wrapping it tightly around his upper arm, just above where the wound ended.

Aaron grabbed your hand with his good one. “Wait, wait,” he cried.

“Aaron,” you sobbed, trying not to look at his arm. “Y-you’re going to be fine.”

He threw his head back and groaned in agony.

“You got somethin’ for the pain?” Daryl asked Enid gruffly.

“It wouldn’t kick in fast enough,” she said, preparing the knife as fast as she could. “We have to do this now.”

“Sorry, brother,” Daryl said, then looked at you sternly. “(Y/N),” he panted. “Get outta here.”

You gave him a wide-eyed look and shook your head rapidly. “No,” you said, still shaky from crying. “I’ll help hold him down.”

He pulled the tourniquet tighter and looked at you seriously again. “You don’t need to see this,” he said firmly. “Go. I got this.”

You exchanged a look with Aaron, who seemed to be calming down just a little bit, given the circumstances. “Go, (Y/N),” he said. “I love you.”

The rest of that afternoon was a blur. You retreated to Daryl’s tent and did the only thing you knew to do—you cried. You cried so much your face began to hurt, and your eyes were so wet they became dry.

The day’s events had proven stressful beyond comprehension. The bridge, to you, was not worth the blood, sweat, and tears it had caused everyone, and the violence surrounding you was overwhelming.

You knew that was how it was, that the world would always be like this—bloody and complicated and cruel and rife with social conflict, but you still wished, and hoped, and dreamed, that it could be different.

Maybe that was what Rick was trying to create with the bridge, a new, peaceful world. You knew that was what he wanted, and you wanted it, too. Everyone wanted it, except for the Saviors.

You found out from Daryl when he came back to the tent that Justin was indirectly responsible for the herd running through the labor site. He was in charge of redirecting it, but he failed due to his lack of caring. He didn’t tell you that he beat the man with a frying pan, but he felt that would upset you more, and he was ashamed that he already broke his promise to you. Still, the man deserved it.

That evening, when Aaron’s surgery was over and he’d been stabilized, the first thing you and Daryl did was sit by his side until he woke up from his pain-induced slumber.

He woke up with a sharp inhale, and immediately sat up to hold his hand. “Are you awake?” you asked him quietly with a sniffle.

“Unfortunately,” he replied weakly, then looked down at his left arm with one eye open. He let out a quiet groan when he noticed he only had three-quarters of an arm left. “Shit.”

You brushed your other hand over his forehead. “You need anything? More blankets? I can bring you some food.”

“I’m fine,” he said, opening his hazy eyes and looking up at you, then over to Daryl. “I got my family. That’s all I need.”

You smiled weakly at him, a few tears falling over your cheeks. “Enid did good,” you said. “She says you’re gonna be just fine. Except for the, um… arm.”

He closed his eyes and smiled. “Yeah, I figured as much.” He cleared his throat, then opened his eyes at Daryl. “Thanks for saving me.”

“Don’ mention it,” he replied. “Like you said, we’re family.”

“I’ll remember you said that,” Aaron said with a snort, and you couldn’t help but let out a little laugh.

Daryl shook his head. You and your brother were the cheesiest, corniest people he knew, and he should’ve known you wouldn’t let him return the sentiment without a little teasing.

“I’m sure ya will.”

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[quackiseok]

— sweet dreams

feral boys x gn! reader || headcanons

genre : fluff

warnings : swearing

summary : the feral boys' reaction to you falling asleep in their embrace or on them!

a/n : AYY HELLO!! i'm so sorry for the lack of content these last three days OTL but here's something i wrote, hope you guys liked it! ♡

song to listen to while reading :

— DREAM

let's say dream has just finished recording for his upcoming manhunt video and it was a chilly night

well, the solution? a gun CUDDLES!!! ♡

he's a sucker for cuddles and you love cuddling with him too, so why not?

the two of you plopped yourselves on the bed, warm blankets wrapping the two of you together

the first plan was to watch a movie, but the two of you ended up talking to each other and leaving the movie unwatched

he share many stories with you, letting you rest your head on his chest whilst listening to him. he would also put an arm around your shoulders to keep you warm and close to him 🥺

as time passes by, it was getting late. you felt really safe around dream, especially if you were in his embrace

your eyelids grew heavier each time you tried fighting it off and focus on dream's voice, which leads to you unconsciously falling asleep on his chest

after a few seconds talking, dream would realize your sleeping figure in his embrace and OHMYGOD

HE WANTS TO FREAK OUT SO BAD BECAUSE HOW CUTE YOU WERE—

lowkey scared that he might somehow crush you or something because you're the tiny little spoon in the current situation

man, he had to refrain himself from taking a picture of you sleeping in his embrace

and the fact that you felt safe enough to fall asleep in his arms makes him tear up (in a positive way!) 🥺

would slowly move you to a more comfortable position and carefully pull you closer to his chest, making sure that he doesn't wake you up

[hugs you tightly]

ALSO just like any other times, mans would secretly mark the date in his phone's calendar because OHMYGOD????? this date better be stamped on history books

after getting into a slightly more comfortable position, dream would just adore you— even only from looking at you, his serotonin level will always go 📈📈

would 100% whisper i love you's or other sweet words while looking at you

mans just smiling to himself, thinking about how much he loves you and adores you— and how lucky he is to have you in his embrace 🥺💞

after some time, he would start to drift away too and ending up sleeping while hugging you tightly in his arms 🥺

— GEORGE

the two of you were sleepyheads

like at the weekends? both you and george would just lazily lay on the bed and fall asleep together regardless what time it was

even at noon? NAP TIME

and today was one of those lazy days

you were laying your head on his lap, which leads to him to his habit of playing with your hair while joking around with you and talk about random things

he just absolutely adores your fluffy hair 🥺

he'd also learn how to braid hairs from youtube just so he could braid yours 🥺

AND SURPRISINGLY HE'S SO GOOD AT BRAIDING HAIRS 💞💞

the way he caressed your head was so comforting, which leads you to feel sleepy. you still wanted to talk with george so you tried fighting off the sleepiness but ended up falling asleep anyways

after not hearing a respond from you, he realized you fell asleep.

WAIT, YOU FELL ASLEEP ON HIS LAP AND THE WAY YOU LOOKED SO ADORABLE SHOULD BE ILLEGAL—

a blush crept up on his cheeks as he looked at your sleeping figure on his lap

ohmygod he absolutely adores this and 100% would plan more sleepy days with you just to see you fall alseep on his lap again

george would admire you shyly, his fingers still softly caressing your hair while making sure not to do it too hard since he doesn't want to wake you up 🥺

he looks at you > gets shy from how adorable you are and how much he loves you > look away > missing looking at you > back to the first step (put this cycle on repeat)

GOSH he just wants to pull you close to his embrace now but that's not possible to do since he doesn't want to wake you up ;(

as he secretly admires you, he would slowly feel sleepy too but he doesn't want to move you away from his lap

so this man right here decided to just sleep in a sitting position which he didn't mind too much since he could still lean his back on the stacked pillows

come on— he doesn't wanna ruin this adorable moment :( it's worth the back pain according to him 👍

and so with that, the two of you fell alseep peacefully 🥺💞

— SAPNAP

mans a whole ass tease @ you

mf would browse through hundreds of websites and collect the cheesiest jokes he can find to use them on you later 😳

also won't stop clinging on you for 24/7 but you don't mind since he's so adorable 🥺💞

and today was just the same like any other days, he clung on you and begged you to cuddle with him

how can you refuse such a sweet offer????

so here you are now laying on the bed with his arms around your shoulders, holding you close to him

the two of you would just joke and laugh at many things, just havin' a wholesome fun time 🥺

don't forget the fluffy blankets around the two of you (you adore soft blankets so sapnap bought you at least 3 blankets and you absolutely loved all three of them 🥺)

until at one point everything felt so comfortable that you didn't even realize you were drifting yourself to sleep

and the moment sapnap realized you fell asleep sweetly in his embrace?

[!(-?#?2@&&????? SCREAMS???? —NO, MAKE THE SCREAM SILENT SO IT WON'T WAKE YOU UP]

he can't help but let out a soft chuckle when saw your sleeping figure

oh man, he was gripping on the pillow tightly so that he doesn't lose control and pull you closer to him which could wake you up

100% gonna make you cuddle with him everyday until you fall asleep on him (mans just making it a routine now)

he would also have to refrain himself from squishing your cheeks while looking at you in awe 🥺💞

even though he's growing sleepy too, he won't give in so easily

like— hello??? a cutie pie just fell asleep in my arms, sleep can wait 🖐🖐

but then eventually he'll fall asleep anyways, but he swore he tried his best keeping his eyelids up and that's sweet 🥺

((would 100% unconsciously pull you closer and just hug you tightly in his sleep ♡))

— QUACKITY

we all know how much alex LOVES driving and mans really good at it (he knows what he's doing fellas)

especially with you 😳😳

the two of you would blast banger songs together while enjoying the road and the pretty view from the window 🥺

it was one of those afternoons again where the two of you went for a stroll with his car

both you and alex planned on only going for a short stroll, but ended up strolling around for almost 3 hours now

but neither of you cared, alex loves spending lots of time with you and same goes with you 🥺💞

the two of you wanted to get some fresh air for a bit after such a long drive, so you stopped by at the nearest field before driving back home

and man, the view was indeed beautiful

the two of you had moved to the back seat so he can get closer to you

as the two of you talked while watching the sun setting down, you started feeling a little bit sleepy

you shrugged it off at first and continued to talk with alex, but then you couldn't help but fall asleep with your head leaned on his shoulders eventually

and when he realized you has fallen asleep on his shoulders?

OH MY— HIS HEART WENT BRRRRRR BECAUSE OF HOW CUTE YOU ARE

definitely will plan on doing this in the furture but at home so he can just adore your sleeping figure for as long as he wants to

he has to drive back home but this moment is very important so he chose to stay there for at least the next 1 more hour 🥺💞

he just wants to kiss you on the forehead so bad but he's scared that he might wake you up :[

but then again, it was getting really late and he has to drive the two of you back home so he would carefully make you lay down on the back seat and he would put his jacket underneath your head as a pillow 🥺💞

and when the two of you arrived back home, he would carefully carry you back in and just cuddle you up for the rest of the night until he falls asleep too ♡

— KARL

karl jacobs has 2 moods : the wholesome mood and the cursed mood, no in betweens

he can either be very wholesome and send you the cutest hamster pics ever or just send you cursed, unexplainable images like macaronis boiled in gatorade

but even though he's in the cursed mood, his clinginess for you will stay the same ♡ (which you absolutely loved)

you loved both of his moods anyways since it's sweet and funny 🥺💞

today, he was feeling extra wholesome so he would just chill with you on the sofa in your matching frog hoodies and your head on his lap

((yes, he bought matching frog hoodies with you at christmas to wear them together 🥺👉👈))

the two of you would be watching cartoons, especially adventure time!! (it's superior cartoon, you can't change my mind)

then as time passes by, you felt your eyelids grew heavy but you tried fighting it back

yeah, you ended up falling asleep at the end 😔

karl noticed how you grew silent and when he checked on you only to see you sleeping on his lap?

yeah karl's never gonna leave his seat, 100%

mans just smiling to himself from looking at how cute you are in your oversized frog hoodie, asleep on his lap 🥺

GOSH this better happen frequently in the future because if not? he'll commit ARSON

he would try softly play with your hair, making sure his touches were soft so he doesn't wake you up

the cartoon is now long forgotten, his focus is just full on the sweetheart sleeping on his lap 🥺💞

he would constantly check on you and pull the blanket back up to your body if it moves back down, and make sure that he doesn't shift his legs too much because it might wake you up :(

will also try his best to not fall asleep because MAN, HE CAN'T JUST SKIP THIS HISTORICAL MOMENT

but he fell asleep anyways after holding back for around 40 minutes, which is impressive 😳

just like george, he doesn't mind falling asleep in a sitting position 👍 backpain = worth it

[bokebelle]

prove it - porco galliard

a/n: happy friday please enjoy 2k words of just sucking pock's cock<3 for the brain rot <3 also thank you to the loml @ensta for being my beta again you're a real one 🥰

WORDCOUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: 18+ only minors dni; blowjob; fingering; edging; light degradation; deepthroating if you look hard enough; use of the term (good)girl, slut, whore; profanity; porco being a tease; a pinch of fluff in the end; no actual fucking.

PAIRINGS: porco galliard x fem(bodied)! reader

TAGS: smut, fluff if you squint

REQUESTS: open

Maybe it was the way you swayed your hips to the rhythm of the music, your pretty little dress riding up your thighs ever so slightly. Maybe it was how you give a pretty and polite smile to random strangers whose lustful eyes roamed your body. Maybe it was the way you'd have this mischievous look in your eyes when you glance at Porco, your eyes locking with his unreadable amber ones, as you flirtatiously laughed at whatever the poor stranger at the club told you with the hopes of taking you home.

'Pathetic', Porco thought. They would flirt and fall for your pretty little games but you never went home with any of them. Hell, you never even bothered getting their names after they'd buy you a drink. They played right into your little trap, and Porco loved watching them lose every time. But when he saw a stranger getting ballsy by putting his hand on the small of your back, moving too close for his liking, he knew he had to remind you that although it was your little game, you were still just a player and he called the shots.

"Hands off, lover boy." Porco said as he pulled stranger's hand off of you. "She's taken"

"What the fuck man? I was busy" The stranger retorted, trying to grab your wrist to pull you back to him.

Porco shoved his chest and closed in on the stranger, inches away from his face. The dangerous glint in his eyes was unmistakable and you could hear the venom seep from his voice as he punctuated every word.

"I said. hands. off. my. girl."

The stranger looked at Porco, then at you before making the right choice and walking away. He looked at you one last time before mumbling "dirty slut" loud enough for you and Porco to hear

You immediately place your hands on Porco's chest to stop him from beating the shit out of the stranger. "Pock, baby, it's not worth it."

He looks at you and his soft golden gaze is replaced with a dark look.

He firmly grabs your jaw, his breath fanning against your jaw and neck, causing goosebumps to form on your skin and a slight tingle to run through your veins. "Since you're being such a dirty slut, as that fucker so kindly put it, maybe I should remind you how good girls should act."

He doesn't give you time to reply before he drags you by the hand, out of the club, and in his car.

Barely a second before you hear the door shut, Porco pushes you against the door with his hands and mouth all over you. You loved how his hands roughly kneaded the flesh of your ass while his mouth left marks on your neck and chest

You moaned by his ear as he sucked on the tender spot on your neck, the sensation of rough bites and his tongue roaming over to soothe the mark sending shivers down your spine. His hand moved from your ass to moving under hem of your dress, to gently tracing the edges of your panties that were growing wetter with each mark Porco left on your skin.

You moaned at his feathery touches, growing more desperate the more his touched teased you.

He lightly traced the waistband of your panties before shoving his hand in, his fingers automatically finding their way to your core. His fingers slowly circled around your swollen clit. So close, yet never quite hitting their mark.

Your moans were growing louder, more desperate, the closer Porco got to directly rubbing your clit.

He's playing with you. He always did when he felt a little more dominant, when he felt you needed reminding that you were his and his alone. Right now, you were a slut that needed to be taught a lesson.

It was torturous for you sometimes. He would bring you to the edge of pleasure only to reel you back in. It was almost unbearable. But the way he always left you satiated, with an aching core and shaky legs, always had you coming back for more.

His two fingers rubbed just above your nub before gently tracing down your lips, stopping just before your soaking hole.

"You're already so fucking wet for me." He chuckled darkly. "I haven't even fucked you yet".

He plunged his middle finger into your hole while his thumb finally rubbed against your clit.

Your back arched in pleasure, your chest pressing into his. His free hand wrapped itself around your neck, his thumb tilting your jaw upward so his mouth could claim yours. He bit your lower lip, causing you to moan. He took this opportunity to push his tongue into your mouth, claiming it as his. You gave him control, choosing to let him taste you rather than clashing for dominance. He wanted to teach you a lesson, and maybe you'd let him. Maybe.

He inserted another finger as his digits pumped in and out of you, the pads skillfully massaging that spongy spot only he seemed to find. The skillful ministrations of his fingers alone, his fingers curling up inside you to hit your sweet spot and his thumb rubbing precise circles on and around your clit, was enough to have your toes curling and a white-hot sensation to slowly burn you from your legs up to your core.

"Pock" you moaned into his mouth.

Fuck, he wanted nothing more than to hear you cry his name over and over again.

"Pock, 'm gonna cum." He knew you were. Your kisses were more desperate, your moans were louder. He felt your sweet pussy almost suck his fingers in. He felt your walls grew tighter and tighter with every thrust of his fingers, so desperate for release.

His fingers were about to push you over the edge, the familiar heat of pleasure slowly burning through your whole body. Just when you were about to let the flames of pleasure, Porco doused your flame by quickly withdrawing his hands and left you with nothing.

He smirked as he heard you whine into his kisses.

"Sorry." He smirks at the pout forming on your bruised lips. adorable. "Dirty sluts don't get to finish."

"But Pock!" You whine, rubbing your legs together hoping to get some friction, frustrated as you felt your ruined high ebb away. "I'm your slut."

Something about hearing you calling yourself a slut, something about calling yourself his, made him feel in control.

His lips trailed from your jaw to your throat, leaving more marks he was sure you would scold him for being too obvious to cover up. You were his, weren't you? You would understand.

"Prove it then." He growled into the skin of your neck, grabbing at the back of thighs, signaling you to jump up and wrap your legs around him. You do just that, securing your arms around his neck, leaving your own marks on him too. It was only fair, after all.

He squeezed the flesh of your ass and thighs tightly, surely leavings marks, as he sat both of you down onto the sofa. You straddle his lap as your mouth makes its way from his marked neck to lips.

You grind against his cock, causing him to moan. Urgent hands struggled to free his cock from the confines of his jeans and boxers. You wrapped your fingers around Porco's length and gently up and down. You pumped him a few times before you settled on his tip. You softly thumbed the bead of pre-cum, spreading it around his hed, your free hand massaging his balls.

His hold on you tightens almost painfully. You shimmy away from his grip and move yourself to the floor, kneeling in front of him.

You meet Porco's gaze, his pupils blown with pleasure. You hold his gaze, his hard cock still in your hand while the other settles on his thigh, as you trace the tip of your tongue around his head.

"oh fuck" he groans, throwing his head back against the sofa, aggressively running a hand through his now messed up hair.

You keep your eyes on his face as you gradually work your way down his length. Licking down, back up, then swirling your tongue around his head, slowly inching your down while your hand covers the areas you have yet to taste, moving in synch with the tip of your tongue.

Once you reach the base of his cock, Porco's tip is red, his face flushed from your slow and teasing actions. You flatten your tongue against his base and trace the vein that runs from the underside of his cock until you reach his head. You take his tip in your mouth, placing a small lick on the head, before sucking in your cheeks and making your way down his length. He was barely halfway in your mouth and you could already feel the tears in your eyes and the ache in your jaw.

You sucked up and down his length, cheeks sunken and spit coating his dick to help you bob up and down, and your hand to twist and pump where your mouth couldn't reach. Porco was always a bit too big that you couldn't accommodate all of him in your mouth, but tonight you'd be damned if you didn't at least try.

You slowly moved your hand lower and lower so your mouth had move of him to take in. You paused when you got a little lower and sucked a little harder before coming up, still sucking as you moved up with your tongue grazing his length . Your hand followed your motion, spreading your spit all over his cock. When you finally worked your way to his base, you removed your hand and let your mouth take all of him. You squeezed your eyes shut as you felt his tip brush the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little bit.

"Fuck" he gasped when he felt you take him all in your mouth. "you're such a fucking slut. Such a good whore for taking me in your pretty little mouth."

It was almost romantic how beautiful he thought you looked: your mouth wrapped around the base of his cock, tears clinging onto your eyelashes, one hand gripping his thigh tightly while the other found its way between your legs to rub your clit.

His hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before grabbing the hair at the back of your head, guiding you up and down his cock.

He's close. You thought as you lock your gaze on his, eyes half-lidded with his approaching high. The grip on your hair gets tighter and his hips start bucking up to push himself deeper into your mouth.

"You're so fucking good to me for such a dirty slut.” He moans through gritted teeth. You suck his cock hard, taking him deeper into your mouth.

“Fuck baby” His grip on your hair tightens, pushing you down his length, the tip of your nose brushing his abdomen. You gag around his cock, the tightening of your throat pushing him over the edge.

He tries pulling out but you steady yourself, gripping his thighs, as ropes of Porco’s cum spill out of his tip, into your mouth and down your throat. You move up his cock, your hand taking its place. “Oh fuck!” He moans as you gently stroke up and down his length, twisting and turning your wrist to milk ever last drop from him as you give his head a few small licks before pulling his cock out of your mouth with a small ‘pop’.

You let go of his cock and move your hand to settle on his thigh, absentmindedly tracing patterns on his bare skin as you look up at him with a small smile.

Porco’s eyes roam your face. His hair is a mess, his lips slightly parted, panting as he recovers from his high, beads of sweat falling down his flushed face. Once he catches his breath, he leans forward and cradles your head in his hands. He places a sweet and gently kiss on you lips, a stark contrast to what just happened.

He guides you back to his lap. His touch is gentle as one hand settles on your waist while the other lovingly strokes your cheek. He places soft kisses on you lips and neck, kissing the places he’s marked as if he was apologizing for leaving them on the first place. He makes his way to the corner of your jaw.

“Maybe you aren’t a dirty slut after all.” He whispers, the rasp of his voice going straight to your core, a sudden reminder that while you were finished with him, he wasn’t finished with you. You feel him begin to harden beneath you when he kisses you deeper.

“You’re my good girl.” Porco whispers as he moves his hands to grip underneath your thighs to steady you as he stands up, making his way to the bedroom.

“And my good girl deserves to cum.”

[rinstars]

𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 — 𝐬.𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮 (𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞)

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

genre/trope: angst, unrequited love, forbidden love

warnings: nsfw, profanity, infidelity, mentions of weed/drugs, intoxication

description: you knew you never meant to him as much as he meant to you.. yet deep down, you still hoped his heart also breaks with every single goodbye and the regrets of the past clings to him a lot more than he let you believe.

note: this is a repost of 'the call' where i changed and added a few things to make it fit as a prologue better, so make sure u still read it. i'll do this series at my own pace so please just be patient! i'll open the taglist so just send me an ask if you want to be tagged hehe.

The smell of leather and weed floating in the space surrounding you constricts your breathing, making you gasp for air – even more as he suctions the air out of you through your heated shared kiss, your lungs burning with the need for oxygen. But you ignore it. Running your fingers through his hair and meeting his hunger with kisses equally as rough, you ignore the building pain on your chest.

You rock your hips towards him, feeling his hard crotch rub you through the lace of the panties you bought just a few days ago. Pulling away for a moment only to gasp on his reddening plump lips while he lazily guides your movements on his lap, triggering a flood of pleasure wash over you.

Slender, pale, and long fingers reached over to snatch another blunt, taking a long drag before the very same fingers of the opposite hand takes the back of your neck so he can pull you closer to his lips. He breathes the smoke out of his mouth into yours, connecting your lips once again.

Despite the distinct scent of the drug, you taste a tinge of sweetness on your tongue as his own massages yours. Rocking your hips harder to his forces a moan out of you, making your fingers curl around his lengthy hair. You pull away, muttering a small give me a minute to him. Leaning back on the steering wheel, you watch him while you try to control your ragged breathing.

His hair is long. Long enough that it falls softly all the way to his eyes and cheeks, the ends brushing his really pale skin. With your earlier statement, he just shrugged with the same unchanging look of nonchalance in his eyes—proceeding to take drags out of his blunt. His beautifully shaped eyes now bloodshot and shiny with moisture.

He's almost like a vampire, now that you think about it. So beautiful. Such pale skin but such dark hair. Sharp gaze but soft lips. Intoxicating scent but still so sweet.

The most similar thing between him and vampires, you thought, is the way he sucks all the life out of you. Drying you out and taking all your light.

This man has corrupted you more than you're willing to admit.

You opened your mouth to say something when the blaring ring of his phone makes you jump. His eyes glanced over the source before grabbing it with a sigh and scanning the monitor. You didn't even need to ask who it is. You're very well aware who it is, and why he never hesitated to answer.

When it comes to you, it always takes a lot of rings and missed calls before he picks up, though. You understand. You tell him you do, you always will.

He doesn't pick a call up on the first ring unless it's his girl. Astumu whispered as if he heard you ponder about the caller in your head one night when you were drinking with him in a bar. Loves her a lot. Probably too much.

The alarms rang in your head that night, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. So annoying but at the same time so painful. You didn't know how to turn it off and you wish every single time you could.

"Darling," He whispered with such a loving voice, one you never heard from him when he answers your calls. Your heart ached but you knew better than to confront him about it. Instead you cry in the arms of the twinss—more on Atsumu's, since Osamu takes you through an hour long lecture of why you should have known better.

You know that much, you think.

You shouldn't have let yourself get dragged in this stupid situation, craving a taken man and his touches. Letting him in on your secrets even when he barely lets you get a peak in his.

"I miss you too, my love.. Oh?.. I'll be home soon." He speaks in pauses as he lets her finish speaking first. You close your eyes to prevent the liquid threatening to spill out, taking a deep breath before slowly lifting yourself from his lap to the passenger seat. His eyes widened a millimeter—almost as if he cares what you do, when he noticed you getting off him without having to tell you. You noticed he ended his call with her and you refuse to look back at him. If you do, you are sure of another sleepless night.

Another sleepless night of asking yourself what went wrong and if he ever regretted his decisions— maybe he, too, spend the night wide awake asking himself why he brushed off every single detail of the past like it never existed, why he acts like you're a stranger he met for the very first time when both of you coincidentally takes the seat next to each other on a bar, why he never gave you an explanation of what happened that day.

Cold fingers hook under your chin, slowly turning your head to the left. He leans over the center console, connecting his lips with the soft skin of your neck, making you exhale out at the feeling of him sucking all the reason in you again. He runs his tongue wet on your collarbones, creating a glistening trail.

"I'll see you soon?" He whispered on the crook of your neck, nibbling it a little with his teeth. The bruises he leave on your skin another reminder that everything is real.

You just hum with a nod, cupping his jaw and slowly pulling him away from you with a small smile. One of his bangs fell in the middle of his face—you reached up to brush it away.

So many unspoken words from you. Too many. You wonder if he has anything he's holding back to say too as his eyes linger on you a second longer than usual. Or maybe you're just desperately reading into the lines again, like what Osamu said way too many times.

"Rin, what.. what are we?" Every parting is like this, like a new way of saying goodbye that you both developed. You just needed to be reminded, to wake up from whatever delusions you're starting to have.

"Nothing." He replies as flatly as all the other times before. Not a hint of emotion – no amusement or remorse.

You swallow, letting your hands fall to your sides. On the verge of turning around and reaching the door, his voice echoes once again. "How many times are you gonna ask me this?"

Until you start feeling something.

You thought to yourself. Anger, disgust, love, hatred, adoration, anything. You just want him to feel something. Prove to yourself and everyone else that you're not just a tool to him.

"Sorry. Slipped out of habit." You settle for that response now. No point having a conversation with him about this.

"You don't have to leave right away, I can still drive you home."

Losing all the strength to refuse, you found yourself just agreeing with him. Why the fuck are you even so upset to begin with? You knew what you signed up for. You knew about the girl. You saw him with her in the very same bar a few nights ago. Watched how much attention he gives her, how tightly he holds her.

Of course, you knew about the girl. Your past with her woven in a way no one will be able to deny, and she knows it too, as much as Suna and the twins do. How could you forget? Everything to you was clear as day, from the very first day to the last. Rintarou knows it hurts you more this way, but he never bothers to hide it from you—how he chose her over you.

"I'll break your heart by the end of this, baby." He warns you as you feel his length slip inside you, making you moan out in ecstasy.

"I don't care." You pant, grabbing him by the hips as a way of telling him to go faster.

Looking back, maybe you shouldn't have been so foolish and say that. Now, you're paying the price. Now, your exit has been sealed.

The moment you met him, you forgot everything – your reason, pride, dignity, loyalty, sense, self-love. You hate how intoxicates you like the drugs on his backseat and yet you can't stop. You wonder if he knows how you feel about him—how you still feel about him. If he notices the way your eyes would light up when you see him or the way you would wrap your arms so tightly like you're afraid of letting him go.

The car stopped soon after and you looked out the window to find yourself in front of your house. You collected your things and fastened the clasp on your sandals then opened the door, stepping a foot outside when he once again stops you by the wrist.

"I'll call you soon. I promise."

"I'll be waiting." You wriggle out of his grip without looking back, stepping your remaining foot out to join with the other as you stand up to leave. "Take care, Rintarou."

"You too, baby." The sound of his tires grow fainter by the second as he speeds off to his and his girlfriend's shared apartment and it was so loud, you couldn't tell if there was a strain on his voice when he said that or if you just imagined it again in your head.

You didn't notice the sobs wrecking your body. Not until you feel warm droplets fall to your open palms in front of you. You clutched your phone tightly, holding it to your chest.

You can only hope the next call comes soon, interrupting the continuous flow of the songs on your phone—the very records that remind you of what you never had—or perhaps, if things went a different turn; what you could've had with him.

[honeycombstrawberry]

my biggest fear in life atm is the fandom losing interest in peacemaker and vigilante in between seasons. like the energy we all have about vig is insane right now i need us to keep it up until s2, i cannot be without content about my boy. i'm not strong enough 😭.

omgggggg it's okay if it happens!! things happen!! we will always have a love for this even if the energy changes!! remember to hold on loosely to things you love; we didn't even have this show a few months ago and now we love it!! we don't know what else might come that we will love!! we can love many things at once!!

i'm reminded of this quote from community right now that i like to think of in times of trouble and so i want to share it now:

hold on loosely but don't let go; if you cling too tightly, you're gonna lose control!!

we'll all still be here in some capacity! even if things change :)

[slashxrose]

•Slash Imagine ~

Name: cannot resist you.

Posted on: Wattpad (user: Slashxrose)

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talking, gagging.

Narration: first person.

Summary: you couldn't wait till Slash stops working, everything you wanted was him between your legs so you try to caught his attention until he couldn't resist you.

Narrator:

The click of her heels perks her husband's ears up with instinctive interest, but nothing else as he focuses on the task at hand. It's now late at night and the need for him to be in bed next to her is unyielding.

I saunter over to Slash for the third time tonight, my hand skimming the edge of the mahogany while observing his taut posture. I watch as his hands go to work, admiring the sinewy dance they make. The veins atop his hands scatter throughout, his tendons flexing as his wrist flicks while writing. Wear and tear decorate his hands beautifully, showing his proud age with scars and wrinkles. Long, masculine fingers grip the white and gold fountain pen I gifted him with such elegance, it almost makes me jealous of the pen. The gold adorning his fingers glistens under the only light source in the room, a stained-glass lamp on his desk.

Slash's eyes slyly shift over my form as I marvel at his hands, observing the lack of clothes I have on. My body is on full display under a sheer black babydoll set. White-hot arousal rises from his gut to his chest as he rakes over my bare breasts, honing in on the hard peaks of my nipples. Lower and lower, he inspects the translucency of my panties, he can see everything. He inhales irritably, wishing I wouldn't be right in front of him looking so appetizing when he has work to do.

"I'm busy," he says sternly, without looking at me.

My husband knows where this is going and in the back of his mind, he doesn't care. Ignoring his statement, I maneuver into his lap so that I'm facing him. He sighs as he has no choice but to look at me now. Nostrils flaring, eyebrows scrunching, he scowls me with another elongated sigh.

I situate my center over his crotch and his heart rate speeds up. Slash quickly pushes my torso against his own, almost as if he's trying to hide my face from his view. My head rests against his shoulder, unable to see his face as the hand at my upper back tells me to stay put with a strong force. Wrapping my arms around him, I hug him tightly while my hips start to slowly rotate over him. Immediately, my breathing is heavy against his ear, the blissful friction sliding across my clit, is amazing even over the thick material of his pants.

Slash gulps and fixates on a sentence he can't seem to read, too engrossed as he can feel how wet I am with the glide against his clothed cock. Gasps turn into low moans, my lower half rubbing him faster as he hardens underneath my barely-there panties. My slick splits my folds, causing the thick of him to nestle between my inner labia.

"But I want you." I say in a whisper.

His broad chest heaves, his breathing becoming heavy. My breasts squish against him, every inhale and exhale are felt with immense detail, and he can't help but be absorbed in it. Slash's brown eyes snap up to the chiming clock above the door ahead, signaling midnight has arrived. Stress plagues him all the while I'm taking it away. Time continues to slip his grasp, as does the pen in his hand. Clearing his throat, he tries to carry on with his efforts.

But I lean back and hastily unzip his pants. My meek hands reach beneath his boxers, feeling his hotness before pulling him out. Hot and hard, his thick cock stands with a curve in my hand. Resting at a high position, I hold him still while nudging away my panties. Slash rolls his full lips between his teeth with anticipation of what's to come, desire riddling his entire body. Rolling my hips upwards, my clit skims the ridge lining the underside of his length before I glide back down with the innermost wetness of my pussy.

"Oh, my damn god." I moan, clutching onto one of his shoulders tight to maintain stability.

Now breathing out of his mouth, he lets out a whisper of a groan as I paint his cock with my essence. My hand begins to massage his swollen tip, spreading the leaking precum. Shutting his eyes, he savors the sublime attention of my slippery fingers and wet pussy.

With a higher ascend, I suddenly spear myself on his shaft with a penetrating whine. Gravity pulls me toward his base with a sting to my stretching walls. The wrinkle between his brows deepens with a clench of his jaw, his eyes rolling back as my sweet pussy consumes him. Raising my hips to lessen the pain, I shallowly ride him until my wetness coats him enough to slam all the way down. Slash grunts and nearly abandons his pen but doesn't as he knows it'll be the end of this facade he's trying to maintain.

I work him up into a blazing abyss while he tries to use his resolve to persevere. The tip of his cock nearly hits my cervix with this position, filling me to the brim. The steady bounce I'm maintaining have me moaning in his ear, gradually unraveling by the second. His cologne invades my senses while burying my face in his neck, inhaling the thrilling scent with each intake of air. Panting, I cling to him with my tired legs, trying to wrap around him as I rock against him.

"Fuck babe, I- shit-" He moans out loud.

Each time I rise, my insides feel an emptiness I can't bear until the mighty stretch of sinking down gives the divine satisfaction of being full of him again.

"You like being a sluty girl for me, huh." He keeps moaning as he grabs my ass. "Feel how your cunt begs for my cock."

On his end, the heavenly scorch of the inferno that is my hot, wet, velveteen walls squeezing him feeds his carnal desire to penetrate me with control. Slowly, his hips start to buck upward, chasing the feeling of my saturated plushness. My high-pitched mewls indicate me impending release, the pulsating beat inside me becoming more frequent with each plunge.

"S- Slash, daddy...." I pule, the look on my face is grave as I pull back to look at him.

Seeing such desperation in my face makes him drop his pen without a single thought. Slash grabs my hips and lifts me to roughly slam up into my drenched cunt. Hissing, he eagerly leans back and devours the small contortions in my face. The pleasure between both of us increases tenfold as he controls the pace with my body and the power of his hips. Sure, I could ride him the whole night, but with Saul Hudson, it's an entirely different type of gratification only he can deliver. Slash drives into me like rapid-fire, ceaselessly slamming through my fluttering walls.

"What a desperate little cunt you have here," he says through clenched teeth, leching at my straining hole with a cocky tilt of his head. "Sucking me in like you can't live without my cock being buried inside you," he says with such poise it makes me lose it.

My jaw gapes open, letting out waves of wails that coax a vicious, almost painful speed of his hips. As my body recoils and quivers, my insides squeeze him.

"You're really cumming over that?" He roughly growls, his own orgasm hitting him. "Is my wife that much of a whore?" He snarls, his rough mouth intensifying my releases.

The tightness around him brings his release head-on and he sharply grunts before exhaling out a drawn-out groan. A hot rush surges through his shaft, resulting in thick strings glazing my insides. With impossible brute force, his hands clench around my hips hard enough to leave marks while pounding his spurting cock upward. Rolling waves of hot bliss wash over me as my cling to his solid body, the air being knocked out of me from his forceful thighs banging against me.

"Bab-e" the moans do not stop coming out of my mouth.

With a slight sneer to his mouth, Slash captures my lips in a fervid kiss, one that cuts my voice short. Tongues openly swirl around one another, moans and groans mixing in a harmonic cacophony.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum.... shit." he moans against my lips.

Sighing heavily through his nose, leftover jitters jolt his body with the last remnants of his orgasm hitting him. My walls gradually relax around him, hugging him while thick fluid flows from the junction between our bodies. Clutching onto him, I lift off him and feel as empty as ever without him. Standing on wobbly legs, I struggle to stand on the stilts of my heels. Warm semen seeps down my inner thigh, prompting me to look down at it. Slash catches the liquid with a finger, swiping it up as more drips down. Just the feeling of the pads of his fingers near my center nearly makes me topple over.

"Clean this mess," he orders, offering me his glossy fingers.

I gaze at him while opening my mouth, his fingers gliding to the back of my tongue. My lips close around his digits as his finger pulls out. Smiling, I lean over to kiss him but he stops me with a finger on my lips and a raised eyebrow.

"Did I not say clean this mess?" He repeats pitilessly.

I look down at his still hard, glistening cock as semen pools around his balls and trickle down his pants. Immediately, I sink down to my knees between his legs, licking my lips as I inspect the immense girth of him. Gingerly grabbing his base, my eyes snap up to his before licking collecting the hone he so graciously is giving to me with a fat stripe up his tall length. Slash's nostrils flare in arousal, watching me lick up his seed like a glazed candy. Even though it's bitter, it's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted as I see that he's enjoying himself.

The drip of his seed between my thighs distracts me every so often as it coats my skin in a glassy luster. My lovely tongue peeks from my lips tantalizingly as it slithers around the fat veins of his cock, smoothing over them deliciously. Reaching the tip, I lick the small slit at the top, collecting even more of the tasty liquid. While keeping his semen in the back of my mouth, I continue slurping up the mess all the way down to the bottom.

My husband lets out a hiss as my tongue cups one of his balls, softly sucking it into my mouth. A deep pinch between his brows appears and the muscles framing the back of his jaw flex as he pushes his hair back, revealing more of his handsome face. Almost breathless, he watches my mouth at his balls with an expression that spurs me on. With the acidic fluid now gone, I can't help but keep licking him until my lips reach the tip. I wrap my lips around the sensitive, swollen head and suck harder than he'd like, making his hips jerk up. He groans and snatches me by the hair, lifting me off him.

Leaning forward, he moves close to my face, tilting his head mockingly at me.

"I don't think you're in a position to toy with me when you are my toy babe," he muses, placing a finger over your closed mouth.

Slash grabs the frame of my jaw roughly, wedging his index and thumb between my teeth from the outside so my mouth opens. He smirks triumphantly seeing his release in my mouth.

"Swallow me," he orders.

I swallow the bittery goodness and stick my tongue out to show off my compliancy. Slash smiles, reclining against the chair and pulling my hair at the root. Jerking my face closer to his cock, he smashes my lips to his length before forcing my mouth over it. I whine as his cock drives through my parted lips, the fleshy hardness of it hitting the roof of my mouth. My brows scrunch while trying to not gag around him as he pushes me halfway down.

"I know you can take it all with that expert mouth of yours," he croons, holding my head down until he feels my throat open up for him. "That's it, my girl, my babygirl."

His thickness penetrates my throat and I concentrate on breathing properly without gagging. Bobbing my head atop his cock, his fingers tighten in my hair with each thrust, getting lost in the feel of my mouth and throat. Slash's eyebrows quirk up as my moans pitch higher, wondering why I'm enjoying this more than usual. Through the gap between my mouth and his cock, he can see that my pussy is still oozing his cum. With a smug grin, he moves his leather loafer below me, raising the tip of it to skim my drooling center. Gasping, I moan against his cock as he rubs my clit against his shoe.

"Nasty girl, getting turned on by her husband's shoe," he sneers, pushing me further down his cock until my nose is buried in his black pubes. "Does my cock taste good knowing my seed is spilling from you?" He growls, increasing the pace of my head.

I whine, his cock muffling my voice. Tears begin to break the barrier of my lashes and stream down thickly, making for a wonderful view of my struggling face. He rubs my pussy tauntingly slow, patting my entrance with a vile gush. Though he's teasing me, he's ultimately riling himself up further as he twinges in my throat.

"Since your little pussy can't keep my seed in, I think I need to refill it again, tesoro," he coos, pulling me off his cock with a nasty pop.

Strings fall down my chin, my lips glossy and my cheeks full of tears. I nod and he smiles warmly through the heat of his impending release.

"But you have to promise me that you won't bother me again like this if I do," he says.

"Okay, daddy." I reply.

Slash smiles, helping me up with attentive hands, and in the back of his mind, he knows full well I'm lying. Picking me up and placing me atop his desk, he hikes my right leg against his torso with my heel cresting his wide shoulder. Leering brown eyes roam my filthy thighs while curling a possessive arm around my thigh, dragging my bottom to the edge of the desk. My palms splay on top of the desk beside me as I sit up, wanting a good look at him while he plows me. The tips of his fingers slip a bit, prompting him to delve his fingers deep into the flesh of my inner thigh to keep a strong grip over me. Standing straight, the desk is a perfect height for him to align his cock up with my entrance without having to dip his body low. My other leg rests against the wood, bent with an inviting spread to my legs.

I stare up at him with wanting eyes and he can't help but fall deeper in love with me with that expression. He lays the curvature of his cock against my slit, making me moan before moving back his hips. With the head of his cock trailing lower to my hole, he slams into me with a roll of his eyes. His cock glides in with little to no resistance as the mixture of fluids in me make for a sensuous massage. I squeal, my hands nearly slipping from the powerful thrust. Placing his free hand on my other thigh, he grips it hard before pulling out and driving back in. My little whimpers turn into hiccup moans, tears quickly returning to my lashline as he hits me deep. Slash loves the fact that he can control the pleasure in me, experience with each thrust as if he has my emotions in the palm of his hand.

"This is what you wanted? Honey." he mumbled.

"Not enough, I need more daddy." I faced him

His features quickly hardened.

"You need more? Okay sweetheart, you're gonna have more so."

Gritting his teeth, he watches me spread around him as I did earlier, this time though, he's quicker than ever as he nears his release. Strands of his bangs fall back down to his forehead, leaving his hair perfectly messy with each undulating sway. Tip to base, he makes me feel every detail of him, sinking into me so deep he brushes the crest of my cervix.

Oh god.

The thick veins coiling around his cock beat in tandem with his heart, his cock head throbbing and leaking profusely with precum. Ducking his head low, he rests his forehead against mine, his nose rubbing the side of us as he fervently fucks me.

"Squeeze me like you always do babe," he growls, placing a thumb over my clit and rotating. My walls instantly tighten and he groans needily. "Just like that, you're perfect," he says hastily, giving me his all.

Striking my bottom with his hips with a loud clap, he pounds into me vehemently, relishing in the sweet squelch between my legs. Parted lips meet in an opened mouth kiss, one that is lazy as the two of us begin to swiftly unravel. The tips of my tongues twirl together hotly before he retracts his muscle earlier than expected, his breath labored as his hips move on their own.

"Gonna stuff you full with my seed," he mumbles through clenched teeth.

Slash slams against me with a terrifyingly crash, jolting my body within his tight grasp. The urge to fill me is strong and so he snaps into me ferociously, ejaculating inside of me once more. His cock pulses inside of me with a coaxing sensation, drowning me in a wash of bliss. His thumb relentlessly rubs my clit through his strenuous efforts, wanting me to have the utmost pleasure imaginable. Wrapping his arms around me, he desperately hugs me to his body as he can barely pull out of my rippling walls, eager to stay buried inside me. With each thrust, he hisses sharply, sensitive, and in awe of how I can just disarm him so easily just by coming into his study.

He swallows thickly before holding me and crashing back down in the chair as it creaks loudly.

"I don't think this chair is going to last if we keep this up," he chuckles gruffly, idly skimming my back with his fingertips. 

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Stay With Me (Pt. 02 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2.4 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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Fear

As much as you're trying to stay alive, to live, if there's still a life worth living, you have to admit it's hard. It's harder than dying. Death doesn't hurt this much, you think. It's been only a couple of days since Daryl brought you here, and if it wasn't for him, and also Carol, you wouldn't be able to do more than stay in bed.

Your body will take long to heal, says Denise, who comes every day to check on your wounds. The talking soon started. You often overhear Carol in the hall, muttering about how you don't talk. About what happened before. They know your wounds were inflicted. It's quite obvious. But you do talk, just not to her. You have exchanged some words with Daryl, not much though.

Today, after Carol helped you take a bath, you pull the blankets up, over your shoulders. You would like to wear pants, but the wound on your left leg is too deep, Denise said, bone-deep. So she doesn't want anything covering it, not wanting you to move in your sleep and cause the fabric to pull and squeeze it. You don't complain though. This wound is the worst, you soon realized. It doesn't mean the rest is any better, but the leg... It kills you. The painkillers only work for a couple of hours, and you have to endure the pain until you can have the next dose.

It's a nightmare.

It's only worse when you try to sleep.

Whenever you close your eyes, the memories overcome you. Keeping your eyes open in the darkness isn't much better. That's when you realized you don't have to be asleep to have nightmares.

“(Y/N).” Daryl's voice gets your attention, and you roll to lay on your back. He comes in, looking down at you, worried. As usual. “Carol told me ya don't wanna to go outside.”

That again. “No.” You mumble. Carol wants you to get some sunlight, on the porch. But you rather be in here, away from people's eyes.

“Why?”

Breathing heavily, you push yourself up, biting your tongue when pain takes over. Moving backward, you release the air you were holding when your back reaches the headrest.

“Ya need it. To soak in some vitamin D.” He furrows his eyebrows in the end, and you wonder if he's just repeating Carol's words. “Nobody here will hurt ya. Trust me.”

“Would you stay with me?” Your voice still sounds weak for not using it. Looking at your hands, you wonder if you should even ask this of him.

“Wouldn't ya feel more comfortable with Carol?”

Slowly, you shake your head no. Carol has been very kind, but still... You can't bring yourself to feel safe around her. Not completely.

“You don't have to.” Despite the constant need to be around Daryl, to feel safe, you can't force him to be around you. It's not fair. Clenching your hands into fists, you close your eyes. The thought of leaving this room without Daryl makes your whole body shake, tremble. “You don't have to. But I'll stay here. I-if someone out there sees me they will–”

“Hey, hey.” You feel the mattress moving, eyes opening, terror creeping over at the feeling of someone near you. But when you find Daryl's blue eyes, your whole body slows down, and you have to fight back the urge to touch him.

“I'm sorry.” The words come out, but not the sound.

There's a battle inside you. Maybe your mind is way too wrecked, as far as your body, and it's struggling to take a grip on reality. The only thing you know is that you can't go outside without Daryl. He will protect you, keep you safe from anyone who tries to hurt you. And without him... You're an easy prey. You always have been.

“That's not it. I just... I don't get why ya want me around.”

You don't understand him, why he sounds so... Sad. Desolated, even. You haven't noticed until now, but looking further, you recognize something in his eyes. Something you're sure people can see in you too. Pain. Suffering. A past that almost killed you, not only physically.

“You're my hero.” Whispering, you tell him, wondering if you've been looking for too long into his eyes. “I... I know you'll keep me safe.”

“C'mon then.” He finally says after almost a minute of silence.

You're starting to move, pushing your right leg to the floor with a groan when Daryl gestures for you to stop before picking you up. He's careful with the blanket, keeping it around you. A moan escapes your lips when a sharp pull makes your leg burn.

“Ya ok?” Eyes closed tightly, you nod. “Sorry.” He mutters before he starts walking. You finally get a look at the house. The walls are a light pale blue, with not much for decoration. Downstairs, the living room feels cozy, with two couches and a fireplace.

“You got her out!” Carol exclaims, causing you to cling more onto Daryl, heart racing suddenly. “It's good to see you down here, (Y/N).” She gets in your sight when Daryl turns a bit, coming from the kitchen with a smile on her face.

“Gonna stay out there with her.”

“That's good.” She happily nods. “The sun will warm you up.”

You know you should say something. Or smile. Somehow respond to her kindness, but you just can't. You just rest your head on Daryl's shoulder, a hand tugging on the collar of his shirt.

“Alright, let's go.” You're relieved when he starts moving again. Until you're outside.

The sunlight casts a soft, golden light on the street, and a cold wind messes with your hair. This is beautiful, peaceful if you consider the world you live in. But your eyes start looking for any signs of people, anxiety building up as Daryl puts you down on a wooden chair. When he let's go of you, your hands immediately grab the edge of the chair, so hard the muscles of your arms burn.

“Hey.” He calls, kneeling in front of you. “Relax.” Daryl takes both your hands, removing it from the chair. “I'll be right here with ya.” He then stands up, stepping back to lean against the white wooden railing.

With your eyes locked on his, you rest your back on the chair, taking a deep breath. It's good to be out, and the sunlight falling on your face and neck feels nice. You can't remember the last time you enjoyed it, the last time you even had the chance to just sit in the sun. Opening the blanket, you allow the sun to illuminate the skin of your arms. But your eyes start following the bruises, purple and greenish, the grazes and the scratches...

“Daryl.” An unknown voice gets your attention and you turn your head at the source. A man climbs the steps, and you start breathing fast. His beard reminds you of one of them. The one who smiled as he sliced your skin. “Is this (Y/N)?” His eyes fall on you.

How does he know your name?

When he steps in the porch, you look at Daryl, reaching out your hand. It takes a while until he understands, until his hand touches yours. Through the corner of your eyes, you see the man coming closer, and you need to hide, to run away.

In a jolt of adrenaline, you pull yourself up, almost stumbling down, your body finding no other way but to collide against Daryl's chest. A groan leaves your lips as you lose your breath and hide your face. Both your hands grab his shirt, all your weight on the right leg.

“Hey, ‘s alright.” His chest vibrates as he speaks, but you don't move, you just want to disappear, to stay away from whoever this man is.

“I don't get it.” The man says, making you flinch, tears already rolling down.

When your leg gives upholding you up, you almost fall, but Daryl is quick to hold you up. “ ‘S alright. C'mon.” He takes you in his arms again, and you hide your face on the crook of his neck, eyes tightly shut, as if it would make you disappear.

Your body shakes when a sob comes, the image of that bearded man filling your mind. ‘You'll beg me to do this to you in no time. You'll learn to enjoy the blade slicing your pretty skin open.’ He said, laughing, giggling. He holds you down, his body making it impossible for you to move.

“(Y/N).” Daryl's voice brings you back, and you notice you're in bed again, still holding on to him. “Look at me. Hey.” His hand comes to your face, but you can't open your eyes. “Ya need to listen to me. Yer safe here, I promise.”

“No.” You mumble, forcing yourself to look at him, his face close to yours, foreheads almost touching. “H-he looks like that man. He... He...” A hand comes to your side, to the cuts under your breast. “I need you to stay with me.” It comes out as a cry, voice cracking, sobs out of control. If he let's go of you, you'll break down. “Please. Please.”

“Slow down.” You feel his arms around you, and you curl up against his chest. “ ‘M right here with ya. Calm down.”

His arms are the only place you're safe. The only place you won't be hurt again.

“Daryl. Rick wants to speak to you.” Carol says, her voice low and soft, fading in the end.

“Tell him to wait,” Daryl mutters, a hand caressing your hair.

“I'll get her some water.”

“Alright.” He answers, pulling away. “(Y/N), look at me.” Blinking a few times to push the tears away, you meet his eyes. They look like the sky during summer, or like the ocean, steady and calm. “That was Rick. A friend of mine. He's been with us since the beginning, he would never hurt ya.”

“I... I...” Stuttering, you try to catch your breath. You don't know what to say, you just need to stay away from anyone who isn't Daryl. “Don't let him come here.”

“I won't. But I need ta’ see what he wants.” You immediately shake your head no, not wanting to be left alone. “I'll be right there.” He gestures at the door. “I'll be right there in the hall and then I'll come back ta’ stay with ya, 's that alright?”

No, it's not. “Ok.” You tell him, not hearing your own voice.

The cold creeps over your skin the moment he let go of you, so you pull the blankets closer, eyes on his back, on the wings... Until they disappear. Carol comes soon after with a glass of water, sitting on the bed and handing it over to you.

“Drink, (Y/N).” She urgers and you do as she says, hands shaking as you take a sip.

Daryl's low voice reaches you, along with another voice, from that man. Rick. He said he's name is Rick. You never learned the name of the one who cut you, they never allowed you to know anything about them. It was part of the torture, probably.

“She needs to be introduced to the group. They need to know who she is. Who she was before, you know that.” The man says, his voice coming from the hall outside the bedroom.

“She's wounded. Ya don't know how much.”

“I get it, but we take no exceptions. We can't. She's been here for days.”

“(Y/N) doesn't even talk yet.” Daryl raises his voice a little, annoyed. Your eyes are on the open door, waiting for him to return. “Something happened to her. People hurt her.”

“She speaks to you, doesn't she? I heard her–”

“She's not ready yet!” His thunder voice makes you shake a little, and you exchange a glance with Carol.

She gets up, moving to the door. “Could you take this downstairs?” She asks them, stepping back in and closing the door.

You start moving backward, a groan of pain escaping when your sore muscles complain. You wait for it, the noise of the door closing once again, soaking out the light, the click of the locks that imprison you in complete darkness. The cold that hovers over as you wait for the next day. The next one. The next torture.

“Don't.” Daryl's voice cuts in, a force of itself, pulling you away from the memory, back to reality. Daryl holds the door before it closes. “Keep it open.” You don't know how exactly he knows it, but you're happy he does.

Carol nods, returning to sit on the bed. “You two have something going on that I don't know about.” She mumbles, and you look down at your hands.

“She needs time and she'll have it. If Deanna wants to throw her out, tell her I'm out too.” Walking fast, he's soon back in the bedroom, gesturing for Rick to leave. Daryl's angry. You've never seen him angry. “Carol get out.” He mutters, not bothering with her eye roll. He stands beside the bed, and you reach for his hand.

“I'll talk to Rick. Put some sense into his head.”

He doesn't answer, sinking down on the mattress in front of you. His expression softens when you look into his eyes, the anger from seconds before vanishing. “Ya need to talk.” He begins, keeping his voice low. “Ya need to tell me what happened to ya. Who did this to ya.”

Blinking a few times to push the tears away, you look at your hands, clenching them into fists.

“If ya tell me, I will tell the group. Ya won't have to ever say it again.”

The last thing you want is to revisit all that happened. Your mind already does that, a lot, bringing you back to the place where you learned what real fear is. What pain and suffering are. The place where your worst nightmares had to flee. They were nothing compared to what happened there. And speaking of it is far worse. It brings it back to life all over again, make it happen all over again...

But it's better to tell Daryl then than to anyone else. This Rick or this group Daryl talks about. No, that you couldn't. If you tell Daryl, he'll understand. He'll keep you safe, keep you from ever going back there.

“Alright.” You mutter, taking a deep breath, feeling as your ribs ache when the air fills your lungs. Bracing yourself, you start.

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[yeongwvnhi]

》Troublemaker《

Superpowers AU, College AU, Poly AU

Taglist (send an ask if you want to be added): @twancingyunhoe @biaswreckingfics @donghanies @moonshineboyz @soleilsuhh @trashlord-007

Genre: crack, fluff, angst, suspension, suggestive

Rating: 16+

General Warnings: rituals, lots of fighting, language, injuries, weapons, detailed descriptions of fights and injuries, some mature themes, lots of kissing and teasing

Chapter Specific Warnings: teacher and headmaster being overly rude, cussing

Pairing: The Boyz x fem reader

Synopsis: in a world where superpowers are nothing special and everyone is gifted with some kind of special ability, you and your friends quickly grow tired of it and all the rules. So when one of your friends brings up a certain ritual, with which you can travel into another universe, it sounds like heaven, but you quickly realize it's harder to adapt than you'd like.

Word count: 2.7k

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It's fairly early when you leave your home for college, around 7am something. The air around you is still fairly crisp and cool, but you're not bothered. Others would be shaking if they went outside in just skinny jeans and a simple sweater when it's 0°C outside. 

But you? You're not bothered in the slightest as you calmly walk down the street and towards the giant building. 

It's metallic cover reflects the sunlight, slightly blinding you in the process. It makes you squint and avert your eyes. 

"Y/N!" 

Your head turns in the direction of the call and you see your best friend jogging towards you with a bright grin. "Oh, hey." 

"Good morning!" He beams, way too enthusiastic for your liking at this hour. 

A demonstrative yawn escapes you as you lazily wave at him. "Morn'..." You mumble and wipe the tears out of your eyes which gathered due to your yawn. 

"Aren't you gonna give your bestie a hug?" He pouts and his dimples make an appearance. "I'm disappointed." 

A chuckle escapes you before you turn towards him completely and give him his desired display of affection. 

A happy sigh escapes him as he tightly slings his arms around you. "I'm never letting you go, it's too cold!" He whines when you move to break the hug. 

"Wear warmer clothes then, you buffoon." You mumble, struggling to push him away and ultimately just giving up. 

"Nahh, why would I do that when I have my personal heater right under my nose?" He teases. 

"Shut up and let me go, we have classes soon." You whine and push at his chest again. 

He relents with a high pitched laugh as he watches you stumble back, his arms letting go easier than expected and making you lose your balance for a few seconds. 

"You fucker" You hiss while taking big, fast steps towards your destination. 

"My baby! Don't be mad!" Your friend whines while jogging to match your pace. 

"It's not even 8 yet and the two of you are already having a quarrel." A new voice joins the two of you. 

Startled by the sudden intervention, you whip your head to pinpoint the source and find another guy of your friend group. 

"Sangyeon? Where did you come from?" You ask, eyes moving up to meet his.

"You must have forgotten that I always meet you at this section in the road, tsk." The older one answers and shakes his head. 

"Sorryyyy" You say with a chuckle, "but Changmin here decided to be an ass first thing in the morning! It's his fault" 

"HUH??" The culprit screeches in surprise, "Excuse me??" 

"Be quiet you two, I don't need a headache right before classes." 

"Sorryy" Changmin and you chime in unison, "dad." the former adds and snickers, earning himself a glare from Sangyeon. 

The three of you continue on the rest of the way in silence and you couldn't be more grateful. Your mind is not yet in the right place for any intellectual conversation. 

The enormous college building towers in front of you all as you reach the campus. 

"Ohh look, the others are already here!" Changmin happily points out, proceeding to skip towards said friend group. 

Sangyeon and you exchange an amused glance before also walking towards them. 

"Morning everyone." You wave at the guys and they all greet you back. 

"Y/N my love!" Your other best friend exclaims and jumps to hug you, "I'm so glad you're finally here! Please warm me up, I'm freezing!" 

The other guys laugh at their youngest friend's antics, you included. Nonetheless you proceed to hug him around his middle and make use of your powers. Your skin immediately heats up to a nice and cozy temperature and the guy hums in relief. 

"You're such a baby." You chuckle and pat his broad back affectionately.

"Classes start in about 10 minutes, we can go inside now." 

"Oh, look who decided to show up." Sangyeon teases. 

"What? Why would I show up half an hour before classes?" Said newcomer replies. "I can take all the time I need, unlike you guys~" 

"Stop being arrogant, Hyun." The oldest playfully scolds. 

"Now now, don't fight." Jacob intervenes, voice clearly expressing his worry. 

"Hold on, what class do we have now?" You suddenly realize and look up to meet Sunwoo's eyes. 

"Uhh I'm pretty sure it's chem." He replies, now looking at Younghoon for confirmation. 

"Yeah" he nods. "We should go, it's all the way on the top floor of the building." 

Sunwoo and you groan in unison, totally not thrilled on having to walk up 10 flights of stairs. 

"I actually also have chemistry, but in another course." Jaehyun says, "It's on the same floor though." 

The three of you guys look at your friend with hope. 

"Urgh, fiiine." He groans, already knowing exactly what you were all going to ask of him. 

"Yay!" You beam happily and peel yourself away from Youngjae. "Sorry hun but you gotta get inside quickly to stay warm I guess." 

He grumbles something inaudible and you immediately attach yourself to Jaehyun's arm instead and give him a smile. "You're the best, Hyunnie!" 

He can't help the amused smile to crawl onto his lips. "I know." 

You hear Sunwoo make a gagging sound, prompting you to laugh. "Let's go now." 

"Sure, sure." Jaehyun hums and within a second the four of you are up on the top floor. 

"Thank you~" You happily chime and stand on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to the man's cheek. Then you turn around, link arms with Sunwoo and Younghoon and drag them into your chemistry classroom with a content smile on your face. 

Both men exchange a glance at that interaction and internally behead Jaehyun for having his useful ability. 

When Sunwoo turns his head to look at the older guy, Jaehyun shows him a priggish smirk and waves before disappearing. 

"He really-" 

"Good morning you three!" Your teacher greets and Sunwoo immediately stiffens, startled by the voice. "Class starts in 5 minutes, find your seats!" 

"Yes ma'am!" The three of you reply and give a quick bow before scurrying to your seats. 

"Miss Im is so scary…" Younghoon shudders and you nod. 

—

Your teacher had given the class an experiment to work on in groups of three. Funnily enough, a student had broken one of the school's bunsen burners, so now your group was without one. 

"Great, just great" Miss Im angrily says under her breath. 

"Miss" You say and raise your hand. She looks at you and nods. "I can use my power instead for fire-" 

"Under no circumstance will you do that!" She immediately shoots down your idea and raises her voice. "What if you set fire to something in here? You could hurt us!" 

You don't know what to say, feeling at a loss for words at her sudden outburst. Sunwoo and Younghoon notice your shaking hands and glare at the teacher. 

"Did you really have to lash out at her like that? She just suggested it!" Sunwoo angrily replies and stands up from his chair, smacking the table. "We all here have been living with our powers ever since we were 5! We have them under control! Y/N would never hurt someone on purpose!" 

Younghoon had hugged you close to calm your anxiety down while everyone just watched and listened to Sunwoo's outburst. 

Then it was quiet for a moment, Miss Im too stunned to say anything back and the rest of the class only agreed with him. 

Sunwoo was quite literally charged, you could see little lightning bolts dancing all over him. 

"Sunwoo…" You quietly say and he looks at you. "It's okay." 

He takes a deep breath and shoots the teacher another sharp glare. 

She clicks her tongue angrily and just ignores this incident, instead opting to not grade your group on this one. 

—

After class ends the three of you quickly make your way downstairs and onto the campus to meet the others. Sunwoo was stubbornly clinging onto your arm with an annoyed pout on his face. 

"Hey Sunwoo." you speak up and nudge him so he looks at you. "Thank you for interfering." 

He gives you a tight-lipped smile and says "No big deal."

"Thank you too Hoonie." you turn to the older guy and give him an affectionate smile which he returns shyly. 

"Oh look, the troublemakers are coming." Someone teases when the three of you proceed on your way towards your friend group. 

You turn to glare at the person, your red eyes flaring dangerously and they immediately look away, visibly flustered. 

"Hey hey, we already heard you guys got in trouble." Jacob says first when you are within hearing range. "What happened? Are you okay?" 

"Don't worry, we're fine." You answer and wave him off, but the way he eyes Sunwoo tells you that's not what he wanted to hear. 

"Miss Im went off on Y/N after she offered to use her powers for the experiment because a burner was missing." Younghoon explains and you feel Sunwoo tighten his group on your arm even further. "A- Sunwoo what's gotten into you?" You exclaim to him and prod at his arm to give you some room. 

"I'm sorry Noona, I'm just still mad at Miss Im." He mumbles and hides his face on your shoulder. 

"Stop being a baby." Juyeon speaks up and pries the younger one from you… well he tries. "Argh, let go already! Chanhee, come help me out!" 

"Wha- Hyung what am I supposed to do??" The younger one replies incredulously. 

"Just help me get this walking taser off of Y/N!" 

You snort at that exclamation and Sunwoo gives Juyeon a pointed look. "Did you really just call me a walking taser?!" 

"So what if I did?" 

"Unbelievable." Chanhee shakes his head, but an amused smile plays at his lips nonetheless. 

Your eyes basically scream 'help me!!' As you look at Youngjae, the youngest out of you all gives you a laugh before nodding. And suddenly Sunwoo's grip on you loosens and you quickly peel yourself away and hide behind the culprit. "Thanks Jae." you snicker against his arm as you peek out to look at a confused Sunwoo. 

"Yah!" He literally screams, making all of you flinch besides Changmin. "Youngjae I swear-" 

"Enough now, kids!" Sangyeon finally steps in and silences Sunwoo quickly. He pouts and crosses his arms in front of his chest. 

You move from behind Youngjae to stand to his left, now in between him and Changmin. 

"Ohh guys!" The latter suddenly speaks up with sparkly eyes and everyone looks at him. "How about we have a sleepover at my house this weekend? We're free next week so we can have some fun together!" 

Everyone quickly makes eye contact with the others. "Sure!" Haknyeon nods and adjusts his choker. "I'm itching to take this thing off, it's really weird to be as close to normal as it can get here." 

You all laugh at that, remembering how he has to wear it due to his powers. His hyperawareness is a very useful power, but also hard to live with, since he gets easily overwhelmed in crowded places. He had someone in his family create that ability dimmer for him so he could live without being constantly overwhelmed. 

"You over there!" 

All of you turn to see who called, finding it to be your headmaster. "Kim Sunwoo and L/N Y/N, come over here." 

You give Youngjae a panicked look and he shoots you one right back. That can't be good. 

The two of you slowly walk towards the man, stopping about a meter in front of him. "Do you know why I came to speak with you?" 

"No, sir." You shake your head, not daring to look into his eyes. Out of the corner of your eyes you see Sunwoo trembling slightly. 

"Well, I came here because Miss Im told me about what happened during her chemistry lesson. Shall I remind you, Miss L/N, that it is strictly prohibited to use your powers on campus grounds, unless they're unable to be deactivated?" 

"N-No, I know that, sir." You reply quietly. "But we were missing a burner, so I thought-" 

"You thought what? That it would be a good idea to use your powers instead and to risk hurting your classmates? Hm?" 

"I'm so-sorry. It won't happen again, sir" 

"And now on to you, Mister Kim." The headmaster turns to Sunwoo instead and you try to calm your racing heart and keep your anxious tears at bay. "You're really cocky for a 2nd year, just raising your voice at a teacher like that AND using your powers in a classroom." 

"Miss Im has started it." Sunwoo replies through gritted teeth, "She could've calmly explained it, but instead she decided to humiliate Y/N Noona in front of the whole class! Was I just supposed to watch?!" 

"Sunwoo-" You hiss, scared for him. 

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me right, sir." 

"Don't make me call your parents." The much older man threatens. 

"Oh, go ahead then." Sunwoo replies, "I don't care." 

"Sunwoo!" You say with big eyes. "Stop it!" 

"You should listen to your little friend, Mister Kim." The headmaster sneers, "I'll let you off the hook since you never did anything before. You better behave." he clicks his tongue and leaves. 

You grab Sunwoo by the collar and pull him to match your height. "Are you out of your mind?!" 

"Hey hey…" Jacob quickly makes an appearance and gently touches your shoulders with nothing but worry all over his face. "Please calm down Y/N." 

"You idiot, he could have expelled you or something! Don't do stuff like that!" You practically beg him with teary eyes. 

The younger one's eyes soften. "I'm sorry Noona, I won't do it again, but please don't cry." 

Jacob takes a step back and just watches, mostly relieved that you weren't angry and that he wouldn't have to break up a fight. 

"Give me a hug you idiot…" You grumble and wipe your eyes. Sunwoo gives a panicked wheeze, locking eyes with Changmin and Youngjae. They both just wave him off. 

"Okay okay, don't cry." He says and gives in, pulling you close and patting your back. 

The others watch from a bit away, soft smiles on their faces, almost forgetting why you two are in that situation in the first place. 

But then the bell rang, snapping you all out of your thoughts. 

Changmin drags you by your wrist, Chanhee on your other side as they lead the way to your next class. 

"Are you feeling better now, Y/N?" Chanhee softly asks from your left side and you turn to look at him. 

"I feel okay now, thank you for worrying." You reply and flash the taller man a quick smile. 

Changmin intertwined his fingers with yours. It's nothing new, the two of you used to do that ever since you became friends. 

"Chanhee Hyung, where is the literature classroom again?" 

The oldest of you three thinks for a moment and looks at the numbers next to the doors. "It's room 371." 

"Ahh thank you~" Changmin happily replies and you guys make your way into the room. 

—

Chanhee stretches his long limbs after the bell chimed, indicating the end of the class. "Today's lesson was pretty intense, don't you guys think?" 

"Yeah, there was a lot." Changmin frowns a little. "Y/N how were you holding up?" 

Your head shoots up in surprise, caught off guard while packing your stuff. "Uh- It was alright. I understood most of it actually." 

Both men give you weird looks. "You never understand stuff in literature, what happened?" Changmin says with furrowed brows. 

"I think it's because she actually paid attention this time." Chanhee adds with a chuckle, "She looked so concentrated, it was cute." 

You feel your body heating up and avert your eyes. "Whatever, let's go." 

The two men exchange amused glances but don't speak on it any further, opting to just follow you out of the building. 

You didn't expect to run into this particular person when you exited through the large glass doors. 

After all, he got expelled for using his powers on campus and a few other things. 

"Hyunjun?"