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starwilliams · 3 months ago

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on me.

INCLUDES SMUT MINORS DNI.

(icl this is basically a remake of dina and ellie’s dance story but different you feel me?)

ways you can help palestine! 🇵🇸

WARNINGS: nsfw, afab!reader, reader is female, tribbing, smut w plot, idk dom/switch ellie idk she cute tho, mentions of marijuana use i think that’s it???

i can’t take dom ellie seriously im sorry. top ≠ dom to me

also im writing this on a plane rn with people around me soo let’s hope they don’t see 💖💖💖

“hey ellie!” you greet her, smiling. you were dina’s best friend, bit you would also consider ellie a friend. you, her and dina would smoke and get high together after dina was lucky enough to get paired with eugene on patrol. but it was nothing crazy. just a group of survivors relishing in the luxuries of living in a place like jackson nowadays.

“hey yourself.” she replies softly, whiskey in hand. you take in her looks, her white tshirt neck poking out of her blue flannel, the sleeves rolled up to reveal her fern tattoo. it was attractive on her, that’s for sure. her lower arm and hands flexing slightly as she lifts the glass to her lips. her jeans hugged her slim figure,

you’d always thought ellie was pretty. and lately, you would also describe her as hot.

“hey you two!” dina said, a slightly mischievous look on her face. she had known about your attraction to ellie, and she had also been told by ellie of her attraction to you. but the former was unknown to ellie, and the latter unknown to you.

“hey dina! you look hot.” you say smiling, looking at her. “hey. are those my jeans?” you ask, looking down at her jeans. well, your jeans.

“you’d already left the house when i was getting ready! knew you didn’t need them.”

you laugh and roll your eyes at that. in all fairness, you did borrow dina’s clothes too, as you both lived in the same house. although she was spending more and more time with jesse and his family.

“yeah whatever. wear em.”

ellie chuckles softly at the situation sipping her drink, the liquor leaving a firey sensation down her throat.

dina looks to the both of you, standing next to eachother now, you were friends. well. as far as you two knew.

giggling, dina announced she was going back to find jesse, leaving you and ellie alone once again.

“god, how are you drinking that?” you wel, glancing down to her whiskey, “hate this so much you’re drinking that to speed up the night?” you laugh softly.

“it’s really not too bad. and yeah, these ‘parties’ do drag on a little after being in jackson for years.” she says, a small smile on her face though.

“that’s because you sit around here in the corner the whole time. let loose a little?” you suggest. it seems every day ellie got more reserved. around you at least. why could that be?

“let loose?” she asks, a silent laugh leaving her mouth before one last sip of her drink, chucking it back.

“yeah. cmon. dance with me.” you spit out, not thinking about your own words, but you went along with it, upkeeping your calm, confident demeanor.

“sure. go on then.”

with that, you intertwine your fingers with hers, and pull her to the dance floor, a soft melody playing in the background on guitar.

you guide her hands to your hips, and your arms around her shoulders. a slight pink blur settling underneath her freckles.

“so, you been up to much lately?” you ask, you know she hasn’t. but you ask anyways.

“not really. joel brought me back some new pencils and stuff so i’ve been drawing s’more. but that’s it. you? how’s co-habitation with dina?” she asks, her leaf-green eyes looking into yours.

“she’s been out with jesse a lot. but theyre nice about it, and i don’t mind having the house to myself for a night.”

“mhm. they’re constantly all over eachother. always have been.” she says quietly, it was true. dina and jesse had always been a thing. even if it was on ‘n off.

“yeah.” you say softly, swaying you and ellie softly to the music.

ellie looks down, her eyes flickering to your lips occasionally.

fuck. she shouldn’t think of you like this, she thought.

ellie had known you were into girls, even though you didn’t necessarily look it. you, her and dina had had short talks about relationships. but they were, well high talks.

but ellie thought there was absolutely no way you could be into her. think of her as more then a friend, but god you wanted so much more.

“hey ellie?” you whisper, you and ellie so close it would be unnecessary to talk any louder. leaving you with intimate whispers.

“hm?”

shit. nevermind.

ah fuck it.

“you look pretty. i like your hair today.”

what? i mean it was true, you did like her hair. it kept in a bun at the back, strands fallen out at the front.

with that, ellie blushes more. more prominently now.

“oh? thanks.”

“ellie..” *you say, glancing to her lips then her eyes. asking for permission.

she gives a small nod, surprise and anticipation etched across her face.

as you stretch up to kiss her, she leans into the kiss. your lips caught in an entangled heat. you’re both becoming almost unaware of your surroundings, the whole town practically packed into this barn, the soft kiss breaks apart, as you both pull away looking into eachothers smile-crinkled eyes.

“what was tha-“ you cut her off, your hand intertwining with hers, leading her out of the barn, the curious and watchful eyes of the town watching the wooden door shut behind you.

ellie’s heart pounds in anticipation as you lead her somewhere- her house? her mind too occupied with thoughts of you and that blissful kiss to put together words. she just follows behind you like a puppy, quick steps as you both head into her garage-home.

“you like me too? what?” ellie says, blush still across her face trying to figure out how all of this is happening.

you agree with a nod and ‘mhm.’ looking into her eyes to gauge how she’s feeling.

without saying anymore, she leans into you, her lips capturing yours in a deeper kiss this time. god, the liquor of her breath intoxicating in more than one way.

you both smile inbetween kisses, as they get more passionate. her hands feeling across your body, and yours exploring hers.

the nape of her neck with your hand as you pull her in deeper, the hardness of her stomach as your bodies press against eachother.

“god, ellie.” you whisper against her lips, and she nods against your mouth, slipping her flannel off at her shoulders, her hands throwing it backwards behind her, before her hands return to cup your face.

she walks you backwards by the edge of her bed. the bed you two had laughed on just days before.

she pushed you down onto it, her kisses now trailing down your neck. her tongue tracing circles against the warm skin as your back arches into her.

“fuck, you’re so pretty.” she whispers, slowly reaching towards the bottom of your tank top. really, a silly thing to wear to an event during the winter in jackson. maybe now it was more apparent to her you weren’t wearing it for practicality, and more to lure her in. her eyes asking for permission to take

it take it off. “is this okay?” she asks.

you nod. of fucking course ellie williams, you can take off my top.

she lifts the fabric over your head, her eyes flickering across your now bare chest to her. breasts on full display. no bra either. not that it would’ve have had much use in covering your hardened nipples now.

her eyes stare lovingly at you, in awe.

“need to see you too ellie.” you whisper, feeling vulnerable and craving to see her in a whole new way.

she simply nods, her arms taking off her white undershirt, revealing her torso in its full bare form. no bra for her either.

“you’re beau-“ she cuts you off, a deep open mouthed kiss swallowing you.

your hands now caressing eachothers whole bodies. your hands feeling the soft flesh of her small tits, and tracing along her back, and guiding her hips to roll on yours slightly. both of you craving friction.

“fuck-“ she practically moans, “can you take these off for me?” she asks, her hands at the waist of your shorts.

as you slip off your shorts, not that they were covering much anyways, ellie slips off her jeans. her black briefs now the only thing left on her body, same with you and your thin fucking underwear.

“do you wanna do this?” she asks, a serious and anticipating tone in her voice, needy.

“yes you dork. god.”

with that, she traces small circles down the fabric of your soaked underwear, before slipping her fingers underneath the waistband and pulling them down your legs. she takes a moment to just stare.

“you’re so beautiful.” she whimpers, taking in the sight of your wet pussy. her own patch in her boxers drenching more at the sight.

“w’na feel you on me els.” you moan quietly.

her face blushes again at that. god yes. she slips off her boxers and positions herself ontop of you, spreading your legs and flinging one leg over your stomach, intertwining your hips.

she looks up at you one more time, to check if you’re still okay. with that, you grab her hips and guide her onto you harshly. your sloppy cunts grinding together now.

she yelps, her usual gruff demeanor diminishing quickly, at the feel of you against her.

she speeds up, grinding herself against you, the friction building a delicious heat between you two, her eyes looking down at yours, the o shape of your mouth when you moan, leaving sparks going through her body.

“oh my god i’m gonna get close.” she whispers, holding your hips down to keep you in place.

you nod, the waves of pleasure switching off your brain. your clits bumping together.

you both moan at the feeling, grinding against eachother in a desperate search for release, when finally, after your hips buck against eachother again, your whole body clenches, then gives you a sweet release. sending moans out of you. the slight alone and the feeling of your come drenching her sends her over her edge, riding out her intense orgasm as she slowly moves against you.

she collapses ontop of you, her cheek on your breast her kissing it softly. “fuck that was so-“ she tries to say through deep gasps for air now. coming down from her high.

“i know.”

there was a mutual understanding between the both of you. it was more than you both had dreamed off. and definitely not the last.

“i do love you, and not just as a friend.” ellie whispers against the skin of your chest, her breathing steadying now.

“the feelings mutual.” you say, love and awe in your eyes.

#ellie williams #the last of us #wlw #wlw ns/fw #tlou #ellie tlou #smut

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wonton4rang · 5 months ago

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guys i'm mentally ill and a simp soooo... 😭 i wanna nom nom the shit out of him rn !!! why so cute :((( i hate when ✨men✨ but oh my he looks so cute with those big ass glasses i-

pairing: taesan x reader.

warnings: +18, smut.

summary: short thought about taesan w this outfit and glasses 🙏

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like imagine kissing him while straddled on his lap in that damn couch, hands all over his body and your lips lowering to his neck as that shirt is kinda loose and you take your chances fr fr !! he would let out such a sweet sounds while he struggled to keep his cool and his glasses in place when you started grinding on his lap. there is no way he ain't blushing rn with the way your lips are sucking on the skin between his neck and his ear, he would even try to push you away by holding your waist firmly because he's too ashamed :(( but did he really wanted you to stop? we all know the answer to that because his hands quickly lost strength and just fell to your hips instead, his head being thrown back when his dick started to respond to your movements. and tbh, he would be the one getting desperated, eventually stopping your movements and forcing you to detach from his neck to whisper a little "let's go to the vocal practice room" and your body shaked in excitement when you heard that, quickly standing up and both of you getting there in like thirty seconds, you were sprinting atp. but it was worthy because you sucked the shit out of him with both of his hands tangled in your hair while he softly moaned and throwed his head back before bucking his hips up and thrust into your mouth. shit was crazy but long story short, he fucked you up so good that you literally creamed his cock, he got you from behind, his lips so close to your ear you could feel his breath and his voice sent shivers through your whole body when he spoke up "why are you like this to me?" he would gently ask, his right hand making its way up your body to hold your neck and keep you in place, so close to him that your bodies could be one, "making me act like a crazy man that only wants to fuck you" he laughed a bit after he said that and your moans interrupted his little monologue because this was the third time you came and your cunt and legs were literally shaking "look at this mess, this is not proper of me" but he would be so happy tho, finally coming deep in you and feeling that electrifying and satisfactory emotion on his stomach when you both got back to the practice room with the other members and you acted like nothing happened while you and taesan damn knew your pussy was dripping his cum and that it could drip down your thighs at any moment now. i guess taesan was getting a little freaky too. plus, you guys thought you were slick with it as if taesan's shirt looking like someone beated the shit out of him didn't give the other members the idea of why he was late to practice... and so happy... and with you.

#just one chance taesan #my man fr #taesan is the goat #taesan in glasses #my roman empire #i need help #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor scenarios #taesan x reader #taesan smut #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor smut #taesan imagines #taesan scenarios

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tea-twords · 4 months ago

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ehehehe first fic im writing after what feels like a year or two or a billion. But im actually feeling it rn so im gonna give it a shot. AND PLS FORGIVE ME FOR BAD WRITING IM SO RUSTY RIGHT NOW IM TRYINT TO GET THR HANG OF IT

So a few headcanons I used for this fic before we get into it:

Whenever the Arataki gang is in jail for some stupid as ever thing, Shinobu gets a bit antsy after a while cause she’s the type of person to always need something to do. Not doing anything makes her a bit anxious

Heizou is very good at reading people’s emotions but that’s probably canon enough

Shinobu knows a way to make a functioning bracelet out of like 4 naku weed stems somehow

So um aha no idea how to format so I’ll try my best

And also a warning for some swear words, I also hc Shinobu swears at her ler while getting wrecked

Lee: Kuki Shinobu

Ler: Shikanoin Heizou

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God the day Heizou had today was surely a good one.

He returned to the police station after a day of substantial progress on his investigation into a new case to hear what sounded like a chorus of angels (and a few devils) breaking out in song.

Heizou’s immediate thought was “What in Celestia is going on”, as would anyone else think if they were in his current predicament.

He figured out pretty quickly that the culprits for this outcry of song were none other than the one and only Arataki Itto and his buddies, Mamoru, Genta, and Akira. Having been arrested for “disturbing the peace” (having a whole karaoke session right in front of komore tea house and actively inviting any passerby to join them), they decided to take their…passion, for karaoke to their prison cells and somehow managed to get some of the other inmates to sing along.

It was pretty hilarious, to say the least. It took almost all of Heizou’s willpower to not to burst out laughing as his fellow officers attempted to get the situation under control.

“I’ve got to tell Shinobu about this”

So now here he was, walking through hanamizaka, looking for the places Shinobu can commonly be found. Something was off though…

She’s not here.

“That’s troubling…” Heizou thought. “Where could she be, if not here? Definitely not any shrines, maybe at a shop? Or perhaps the by the sea!”

Heizou began to walk in the direction of the shore. It wasn’t the most logical place to look next, but something was telling him he’d get lucky there.

“Hey, Shinobu!”

He called out to the green haired girl sitting in front of the sea next to a maroon drawstring bag. She held her mask to her face, but lowered it once she saw who called out to her.

“Oh, hey.”

“My intuition told me I might find you here. I’ve got to tell you about what happened today at the-…hey are you okay?”

Heizou paused mid sentence after taking a closer look at Shinobu. She was making bracelets out of naku weed and sango pearls, but something was wrong. Her back was unusually straight, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her movements on the bracelet were sharper than needed, and she was switching sitting positions in the sand like twice a minute. She seemed…bored. Restless. Anxious.

“Yeah, I’m fine, why?”

“I’m here to talk if you need. Somethings wrong.” Heizou said, sitting down next to her.

Shinobu sighed and looked back down at the bracelet she had just finished making.

“Nothing crazy serious, I guess I’ve just been bored. I’ve done all I needed to do today, but the idea of doing nothing is just uncomfortable…It’s weird. I’m always cleaning up after the gang’s messes, but now..”

“You don’t know what to do now since there aren’t any messes to clean.” He finished for her.

“Yeah, pretty much. Gotta keep myself busy.”

“I take it that’s why you’re making bracelets by the sea?”

“I’ve got nothing better to do, so yeah. Just a hobby to pass the time.”

“They’re beautiful.”

Shinobu smiled. She looked back up at Heizou to find him marveling at the one currently in her hand. Little sango pearls were intertwined in a wreath of naku weeds. She’d been wanting to make bracelets with them ever since she picked some up during Boss’s rock and roll event at watatsumi island.

“You want one?”

“Only if there are extras.”

She opened the bag next to her to reveal she had made quite the supply of bracelets already.

“Woah…you’ve been here a while, I see.”

“Heh, yeah. By the sea is a nice place to be.”

“That rhymed.”

“Thank you.”

They sat in silence for a little longer, admiring the coming sunset before Heizou spoke up again.

“I also noticed you aren’t wearing your mask at the moment.”

“I felt like breathing the air by the ocean a little better. It helps when you need calming down. And I don’t have to keep the mask on if it’s just you here, you know who I am.”

“I guess that’s true. Still, it’s not often I get to see you without it.”

“Enjoy it while it lasts.” Shinobu said, already almost done with her next bracelet. “This one is gonna be yours.”

“Ooh, really? It’s an honor to watch the craftsman work.” He said peering excitedly at his future bracelet in-the-making.

She finished up quickly and handed it to him.

“I added an extra sango pearl, cause you’re one of my best friends.”

“Awww, really? That means so much, Shinobu, thank you.” Heizou said, his expression softening greatly. He looked like this emoji 🥺.

“Y-yeah..” Shinobu mumbled, averting her eyes.

“Aww, are you blushing?” He teased, moving a little closer to get a better look.

“No! And stop awwing at me!” She hid her face, preventing him from getting that better look.

Heizou pouted. “Shinobu come onnn, I never get to see your face! Especially not your blushing one, you can’t deny me this opportunity.”

“Shut up. You’ve seen me blush before anyway…”

“But not without the mask! Pleaseee?”

“I would rather plunge in the sea in front of us.”

Yeah, she won’t budge. Heizou has to use his secret weapon now.

From where he was sitting next to her, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug and looked up at her with puppy eyes.

“Pleaseeee?”

“H-hey! Careful! I’m not even gonna look at you.” She said, flinching first at the sudden contact but still keeping her face hidden with her hands and knees.

“Hm, “careful”, you say?”

The silence was loud. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew exactly what expression he had on.

“Wipe that smirk off your face off your face, and don’t even think about it.”

Heizou giggled mischievously. One because he did in fact have a smirk on his face, and two because he now had a new idea. An idea to get her to finally show her face, and you know, maybe help her feel a little better.

“Careful? Careful with what?” He said, lightly tapping at her sides. Nothing unbearable, but still getting a reaction.

“Heizou, noho! I’ll kill you! Don’t even try!”

“Threatening a detective with murder now, huh? I thought we were best friends, Shinobu.” He said sarcastically, glancing at his new bracelet on his wrist.

Shinobu tried desperately to squirm out of his hold. It was over for her if he went through with this, she’ll never hear the end of it.

“I personally can’t believe I didn’t think of how ticklish you can be earlier!”

“Heizou I swehehear…”

“Oh, this is good for me. Now I’ll get to see your blushing face and your laughing face without the mask at the same time!” Heizou said, picking up the pace and now scribbling his fingers at her sides.”

“Noho you wohohohont! Heheizohou!!” She giggled, her hands instinctively grabbing his wrists. However, unfortunately, due to his place behind her, she had much less leverage and it was quite futile.

“You’re suhuhuch a piehece of shihihit! AHAha-!! Asshohole!” At her remark he gave her a quick tase to the side, clearly elevating her reaction.

“Now that’s no way to talk to one of your best friends.”

“Shhuhut the fuck uhuhup!! You’re nohohot my behehest friehehend, dickhead!” She retorted, squirming in any way she could to not show him her face in this state.

“Really? I guess that extra pearl was a mistake then…I’m hurt Shinobu, really.” Heizou said, not hurt at all. He knows she doesn’t mean it at all, hell he’ll yell similar things when he’s on the receiving end too. That still doesn’t mean he’ll have mercy just yet, however. He moved one hand up by her ribs, the other hand down by her stomach, and dug in. Not too much pressure, but just enough.

“HeheHEHEY!!” Shinobu laughed. Now he was currently attacking two of her bad spots at the same time, and she knew that he damn well knew what he was doing too.

“HEIZOHOUU!”

“Shinobuuu!”

She continued to giggle brightly, not caring about hiding her face anymore and instead kicking her legs and thrashing around (adorably by the way) and doing whatever she could to escape.

Since hiding her face was no longer Shinobu’s top priority, Heizou had no problem finally seeing her laughing/blushing face without a mask.

“Aww, I see you now~” He teased, grinning down at her wide smile. He began to slow down, having got what he wanted and not wanting her revenge to be too devastating.

“Ahahrehe you happy?”

“Very happy.”

“Greheheat, you can stohohop.”

Taking her for her word that she’s had enough, he finally stopped his attack on her midsection and let her breathe as she slumped on his shoulder.

“Asshole.”

“You know it was fun.”

“You’re still an asshole.”

“Come on, look how relaxed you are now. Much better than how I found you earlier. Oh right, speaking of, I was gonna tell you-“

“Apapap, wait one second.” Shinobu interrupted. “I just want you to know I’ll get you back for your cruelty today, when you least expect it. Could be in a few seconds, could be in a few days. Your intuition won’t be able to save you, detective.”

It was Heizou’s turn to be nervous. Maybe not nervous, actually, more like excited. Anticipation always made things more fun! Not that he’d admit it in this moment.

“Mmmm…o-okay…” He shrank in on himself while Shinobu sat next to him, her eyes hungry to see him in her same position. It always amazed him how easily she could bounce back from getting tickle attacked.

“A-anyway, the four of them in their cells-“ He continued, making the most of the time he has left before his inevitable doom.

Heizou shared the story of how the gang managed to get fellow inmates singing along with them in prison, and they discussed various Arataki gang stories until the sun set.

And yes, Shinobu did eventually get him back.

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@adrienisweird @emiefluff HI GUYS I WROTE SOMETHING

again I apologize for bad writing I just kind of wrote as I went and lost myself in it. Still getting the hang of it but I hope u guys like it and I hope it’s a good start!!

#genshin impact #Genshin impact tickle #tickle fic #kuki shinobu #shikanoin heizou #heizou #Shinobu #ler!heizou #lee!shinobu #ehehe #ehehehe #I’m trying #tea is dying #akksnsnsnfbfbbbgn

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paintyoureyeswithavividmind · 1 year ago

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close to home | chapter seventy one

plot: time continues to pass for the reader

series masterlist

Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 3,008 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: my body dysmorphia is insane rn I've lost like 70 pounds this year and I cannot keep up with how I look mentally and its such a mind fuck I cry like every day cause nothing is good enough I need to go back to therapy honestly at least by ed is under control tho

“I can’t find anything,” You groaned as you shut the dresser drawer. “All I want are the sweatpants Michonne had when she was pregnant, and I can’t find them. My life is over.”

The hardwood floor was cold against your back as you lay down against it. You whined as tears filled your eyes.

“Did ya leave ‘em downstairs?” Daryl asked, standing above you. “Why ya always gotta lie on the floor?”

“Because it’s where I find comfort,” You retorted. “I just want my pants.”

Daryl sighed, and you watched him leave the new bedroom. It was only your third night here, as you had to wait for the paint fumes to leave before you could sleep. And Daryl made sure you waited. You hadn’t even finished moving all your belongings up.

You stared up at the ceiling and waited until Daryl came back, holding the pants you were looking for. “They were in ya dresser, crazy girl. Now get off the floor.”

“Will you help me put them on?”

He sighed again as he sat down on the bed and nodded. “Let’s go, woman, ain’ got all night.”

You chuckled as you slowly got up off the floor. Using his shoulders to help keep balance, he slid the pants to your waist, so the front band was resting under the bump.

Daryl put his hands on your waist and kissed the bump right above your belly button, his lips grazing against the healed scars. “We gotta start thinkin’ of names. She gonna be here in four months.”

“I have a name already, just keeping them a secret for now.” You said, shutting off the lights and then climbing into bed.

“Secrets, huh? Thought we wasn’ supposed to have secrets between us?”

You felt his arm wrap around your lower waist, and then his bare chest was against your arm. You smiled and turned your head, leaning up to kiss him.

“I will tell you soon.” You bumped your nose against his and then looked up at the ceiling. “It’s way too hot in here. I can’t wear these sweatpants.”

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Between months five and six, your belly seemed to explode. It was now a full-on pregnancy belly, and everything was bothering you. Your clothes itched, your food was dry, and you were either too hot or too cold.

Daryl met every demand you requested or didn’t, and you were eternally grateful he was with you. He held you every night, ensured you could sleep comfortably, and helped you with everything he could.

Still, it was hard. He never thought he’d be a father, never wanted to be one until he met you and saw the life he could have. He never thought he’d even have a wife, let alone someone like you. Someone who was as brave and strong as you. He knew that baby was the luckiest baby in the world to have a mother like you.

“You okay?”

Daryl glanced up at Aaron and came back to the present. They were about fifteen feet up, clearing another foot of snow off the storage shelter before it got too weighed down.

The archer nodded and watched Aaron turn to see what he’d been staring at.

You were on the street, your jacket covering the ever-growing bump, and you were with Rosita, Gabriel, and Michonne. You were laughing, with red cheeks, and seemed healed. Like the hell you’d been through was long behind you.

“Three more months, right?” Aaron asked. “You excited?”

“Just be happy once it’s over, and they both okay,” Daryl said, shoveling off some snow.

“I can’t wait until she’s here. You guys picked out any names? Gracie wanted me to suggest Belle, but I think she just likes Beauty and the Beast too much.”

Daryl snorted. “Nah. (Y/N)’s got some names, but ain’ tellin’ me yet.”

Aaron laughed as he flung some snow off the roof. “Sounds like her.”

Daryl paused and looked at his friend, his tongue heavy in his mouth as he thought about yours and his conversation from last night. “Hey uh, listen, she wanted me to ask ya… she wanted ya to be the baby’s godfather. In case anythin’ ever happens to us.”

Aaron paused and looked at the archer, a smile already growing on his red-cheeked face. “I would be honored.”

Daryl nodded and shoveled more snow off the roof. “She gonna pick between Rosita and Michonne. Don’ say anythin’.”

The two of them quickly finished the roof and soon had their feet on the ground. Daryl walked around the building and towards you.

His steps slowed so he could admire how beautiful you looked with red cheeks and wind-curled hair loose from its braid but under a wool hat. And he loved seeing the bump. He loved seeing you pregnant with his baby. He loved that everyone knew you were pregnant with his child. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t keep his hands off you in the bedroom and why he knew you were still sore from the way you shifted your weight back and forth.

Daryl’s entire world was wrapped up in an old parka.

You smiled widely when he approached you, and your arm wrapped around his waist.

“We should get ya inside, get that baby somethin’ to eat.” He told you quietly.

“My keeper has returned. I will see you guys later.” You said.

The house was warm when he led you to it, and after he made sure you ate a decent amount and had the tea that Siddiq ensured was great for prenatal care—thanks to Hilltop—he knew you were ready to lie down.

Your middle-of-the-day naps were a regular occurrence.

“I can’t wait to get her out of me,” You sighed loudly as you shut the door behind you. “I’m so exhausted every day.”

Daryl sat down at the edge of the bed and brushed back his hair to watch you change.

“She kept me up half the night kicking.” You continued, but your words drowned out as he stared at you.

You’d put on weight since getting pregnant, which of course, was a given. Your thighs were a little thicker, and your hips had a curve to them they didn’t before. And, of course, there was the bump. With lighting strikes of stretch marks claiming the undersides of the bump.

More scars that made you you.

“Are you even listening to me?”

Daryl blinked and looked up at you. You were wearing an oversized shirt that did little to hide the bump, and he grabbed your arm to pull you toward him.

“Ya look gorgeous,” He said, pulling you to sit on your lap. He knew you wouldn’t be able to fit in a week's time. You barely fit as it was.

“Oh, here we go again.”

“Shut the hell up, crazy girl,” Daryl said before kissing you deeply.

His hands pressed against your waist before roaming your body, taking in every dip, curve, mark, and bump. He couldn’t keep his hands in one spot as he slid them under your shirt to feel your warm skin.

“Daryl…”

He hummed against your lips and pulled away. “Get on the bed.”

***

You were panting as you pulled your shirt down. Daryl fell beside you and pressed a kiss to your temple. His breathing was labored, and you thought back to only minutes ago when he had your back against his chest, his fingers caressing you, and he was taking you from behind. Or from when, even earlier, looking down while riding him into oblivion.

“And I thought we had a lot of sex when we were at the Sanctuary.” You mused, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers.

“Ain’ like ya gonna get pregnant.”

You laughed loudly and shook your head. “Daryl Dixon making a joke. He must be in a good mood.” Your smile widened when he told you to shut up.

You sighed with contentment and kissed his shoulder. “Are we gonna talk about the Kingdom?”

“I know ya don’ want me to go.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s not that. You can handle yourself out there. And the Kingdom needs escorts. I just hate the idea of not being out there with you. But I also know how much Carol and Ezekiel need you.”

“It’s only a few days. And I can radio ya once I get there.”

You shifted your hips as the baby moved, then sat up to move his arm and cuddle against him. “Every day at ten in the morning.”

Daryl turned on his side and pressed a kiss against your cheek. “If that’s what ya want.”

“And tell Jerry I expect a cobbler next Apple season. Actually, two, since I’ll only be a few months postpartum.”

Daryl hummed and kissed you again. “Anythin’ for ya, baby girl.”

***

You cried for an hour after Daryl left with the group the next morning. You were positive it was just the hormones, but you couldn’t help it. So you ended up at Gabriel’s house with Rosita, eating a jar of canned peaches from Hilltop and listening to old records.

Her bump was showing too, though yours had a good two months of her. You couldn’t believe that the two of you were pregnant simultaneously, let alone so closely together. It made you feel even closer to her.

But when the kids got out of school you headed back home, and were on parent duty. You would be on parent duty until Michonne was back. Not that you minded. You loved the two of them like they were your own.

“Alright, come on Jude,” You said as you stretched a fitted sheet over the chairs. “RJ, go run up and get the pillows, okay?”

The little boy took off upstairs, and you smiled when you heard him thudding around.

“Can we make some popcorn?”

“Do we still have kernels?” You asked, looking at the tent the two of you just built.

“I think so. I’ll check.”

She ran off just as RJ came back with every blanket in the house, it seemed like, and you had the little boy help you get them sorted.

“I never made a fort before,” RJ smiled up at you.

“There’s a first time for everything, little man.” You said.

Judith returned with a jar of kernels, which you hoped would pop. You weren’t sure how long they’d been in the cellar for. The last time you had popcorn was a few years back after some corn didn’t take.

But, you would try for the two little kids who looked at you like you were their world.

***

The following week was uneventful. You spoke to Daryl every morning as you agreed. The Kingdom was done for. It was worse than what Ezekiel had been saying. And Carol wasn’t doing well either.

Lydia was having a hard time, and Daryl thought it would be best if she came here. You’d start preparing a room for her soon.

It was nice talking to Daryl. His voice was so rough through the radio that it made you wish he was there with you. You had to keep reminding yourself he would be home in a few days' time. They’d be headed to Hilltop, where he would stay a few days and then come home to you. Your bed was too lonely without his massive body, and the room too quiet without his annoying snoring.

“He’ll be back soon; stop moping around,” Rosita said, handing you a steaming cup of tea as you waited for the kids to get their belongings together.

“Hopefully, they’ll beat the storm,” Siddiq said.

“Don’t remind me; I’m worried about them enough as it is.” You said, taking a long sip. “Judith, RJ, hurry up!” You yelled after.

“Gabriel and Eugene are already at the church getting supplies in, and it’s starting to snow, so we should go now,” Rosita said.

Both the kids came down with bags on their shoulders and bundled under their clothes. You wrapped a blanket around the youngest and cupped Judith’s face.

“Come on, babe, we gotta move before the sun sets and the temperature drops,” Rosita said, handing you your jacket.

You quickly put it on, then slung your bag around your shoulders and opened the front door.

The cold wind pushed back your hair, and you adjusted the scarf around your neck. It was well below freezing, and you could feel the cold soak into your bones.

“I miss Georgia winters,” You mumbled, taking RJ’s hand. “Come on, kids.”

It wasn’t a long walk to the church, and before long you were sitting RJ down by the fire and telling Judith to do the same. With the door fully shut and blankets keeping out any extra air, you dumped your bag down and rubbed your gloved hands together.

You sipped at your canteen and then glanced over at Negan, who was sitting on his cot and rubbing his hands together.

He smiled at you when you walked over. “Hi, baby.”

“You really should stop calling me that.” You shoved your hands in your pockets. “If Daryl hears you say that…”

“And I thought you would’ve told him.”

“Not important enough to tell him,” You said and shrugged your shoulders. “Do you need anything?”

“I’m okay, thank you. You haven’t come to see me in a while. How’s the baby?”

You rubbed your hand against your stomach. “Fine, thank you very much. And I’ve been busy. Let me or Gabriel know if you need anything.”

***

It was getting colder by the minute. Your hands were shaking as you wrapped another blanket around Judith and RJ. “Stay close. I know it’s cold.” You kissed each of their heads and then walked over to Eugene and Rosita.

There was still tension in the air from Negan being an asshole, and you could see how annoyed Rosita was, especially after the sorrowful news about the fireplace.

“If we’re going to go to Aaron’s, we really need to move now.” You said, trying to keep yourself from shaking terribly. God, you wished Daryl was here.

“I agree. The temperature is going to keep dropping.” Eugene said.

“Alright, we got rope in here, right? Let’s tie us all together in a line so nobody gets lost,” You said. “We’ll keep the kids in the center. Eugene will take the front. Siddiq in the back.”

Rosita and Eugene both nodded, and you all got to work. You bundled the kids under a blanket each and tied RJ’s hat strings tightly around his head. You did the same with Judith.

“You two stay on this line no matter what, you got that?” You asked. They both nodded.

You walked over to Rosita and Gabriel, who were preparing themselves. “Put Negan behind me in the lineup. I don’t trust him behind anyone else but me. You know he won’t hurt me.” You said, zipping your coat all the way up.

Though you knew they weren’t thrilled, they both agreed. Siddiq came over and handed you another blanket and helped you tie it around you so it wouldn’t come undone. Then he put your bag on your shoulders.

You found your spot on the line, checked on RJ and Judith, and then Negan behind you before the doors opened.

The wind was strong enough to push you backward when you stepped outside. Whirls of white spun around you, and the community had that snowing lightness to it. But it was freezing. A type of cold you hadn’t experienced yet. This blizzard was nothing sort of a terrible, new experience in a world of just that.

It was hard to keep track of anything. You could barely focus on the ground below you and each step. But when you heard Dog barking, your first thought was of Judith.

“Judith!” You screamed after the little girl. You didn’t hesitate before running after her.

You heard someone yelling your name but couldn’t see anything through the white haze. But you could hear Dog.

Then you could hear your name, and suddenly, Negan was limping toward you.

“We need to find Judith!” You screamed over the wind.

He nodded, and the two of you pushed forward into the blizzard. It felt like an eternity, like when you lost her in the woods all those months ago. But finally, you saw her near the children’s playground, leashing Dog on a bit of rope.

“Here!” You yelled, pulling Negan’s arm. When you got to the young girl, you grabbed her by the shoulders. “Don’t you ever do anything like that ever again!” You yelled, fighting back painful tears.

“I couldn’t leave him,” She yelled.

You cupped her red cheeks and looked up at Negan. “You need to carry her. I got Dog.”

The blizzard fought you every step of the way. It pushed and pulled until you couldn’t feel your face, fingers, or feet. Your boots and gloves were soaked through, and each step felt like you were walking on knives.

But when you finally saw the glow of Aaron’s house, it gave you enough energy to push Negan forward.

“(Y/N), Judith!” Rosita yelled as soon as she saw your figures. “Thank God.”

You walked up the icy steps to Aaron’s house, and Rosita ushered you inside. The heat from the fire hit you hard, and you let go of Dog and let Rosita lead you to the couch in front of the fire.

“Judith,” You called, and the girl walked over to you. She sat beside you, and you wrapped your arm around the half-frozen girl. You called for RJ, who was climbing into your lap before you could even finish saying his name. “Thank God,” You whispered.

Rosita put a blanket over the three of you. “Judith, don’t you ever do that again.”

“I needed to get Dog,” She said.

“It’s okay… it’s okay….” You breathed out, still shaking. “Let’s just warm up and get through the storm.”

#daryl x y/n #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #twd #daryl twd #daryl x you

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blood-injections · 1 year ago

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Ooookay killjoy suitehearts masterpost here we go, been putting this together for a while now since everyone started posting their suitehearts stuff..

So I kinda have two versions of stories for them, i mean thats the great thing about writing and headcanons is that they can varie from story to story but anyway! this is like their main story and what I'll write if I ever get to writing a story focused on them, and varients of it will be similar with some like little changes if theyre more like background characters in something. But the two versions rn are just this main one and a slightly differing one for some other stuff in my drafts bc this main one is focused in the city bc the suitehearts are just such an underground rebel crew to me versus loud and proud killjoys in the desert, while the variation story is one where they are in the desert, or at least theyre like split between the city and desert, you'll see.

Some like basics before I get into their individual stuff, yeah they have, well mostly have their crazy looks, they're a crew of theater kids lol, not really they just have a sense of whimsy. I'll post art of each of my designs for them eventually their outfits arent as crazy because they have to like be able to fight and run and shit in them, but they stick with the colors and facepaint, because facepaint throws off facial recognition scanners so that the cameras cant track them, so they might as well have fun with it, and they turn it into part of their killjoyesque personas, the facepaint becomes them, marks them as crew and their personas kind of become characters in urban legends that everyone in the citys heard of.

ANYWAY

Dr. Benzedrine

Dr. Benzedrine? More like Mr. Medical Malpractice. Kidding. Mostly. He grew up in a wealthy family with parents that were good citizens and he always wanted to be a scientist or a doctor, to help people, and he was smart and they had money, so he was able to get into school and be just that. To learn all about science and medications and surgery and over the years he moved up the ranks, until he was one of the best surgeons in the city, and one thing about doctors, especially surgeons is that they have to be clear minded, not drugged up and foggy headed. And one thing about being good, about being a respected professional? Its like being an exterminator, you're never off the hook but the people in charge? They dont care as much about the state of your head, as long as you're loyal. So Benzedrine has benefits, and one of them is getting clean, of the decidedly mind altering stuff at least. But with clarity of mind for the first time in his life comes horrifying realization, because as a respected surgeon, he sees shit, because hes working in places that screams echo down the halls of and he can just tell that somethings wrong. He snoops and learns of re-education and of what happens to captured killjoys, interrogations and experiments and those are people and hes sickened. The more he digs the more he learns and the more he develops an intense hatred for better living and maybe he starts.. doing experiments of his own. Beause he works on a lot of respected folks, a lot of higher ups. He never botches a surgery but he starts messing with things, fucks with something while hes at the operating table, something that can't be traced back to him but that'll take the patient out in say, a couple months.

He's never disgusted by what hes doing, only finds pride in it, and maybe his hatred has twisted him but he likes himself better that way. The officials catch him snooping, though, eventually, but luckily they don't expect a thing, especially not when hes grown a master at lying. Because he's a respected doctor that has in their minds proven himself loyal, and when he bullshits his way through them finding him snooping about the lower levels of the hospital, they're nothing but happy at the fact he's grown curious about re-education, in fact they show him around, tell him all about it, their words are all propaganda and lies about how they're helping the people there, of course, but he smiles and nods along and makes comments like he agrees wholeheartedly. They say if hes interested in helping these people too, they can get him a position. He asks of he can still be the top surgeon if he takes up this position too and they say of course! As long as he doesn't overwork himself theyd be glad to have him assert himself in different fields of research.

So, he starts working with the prisoners. Because thats what they are. He sees them come in beaten up and hissing and spitting and he gets to see them grow complacent as they forget their whole lives in favor of some made up sob story and how theyll be so much happier once they're introduced back into society after their treatments. They'll only go on to be sanitation workers or office nuts at best, maybe scarecrows if they seem smart, but half of them will probably be plagued with nightmares once thyre released, broken memories trying to break through the chemical haze. They'll relapse, snap, do something drastic and they'll either be dracced or sent right back here to repeat the process all over again. Re-education isn't a complete fix, a guarantee of normalcy. It'll never be, not as long as they're just traumatizing people and praying they stay comatose long enough to get work done.

Hes there when a new batch of them come in, delinquents from the rebel underground, he learns, which flips his world upside down, theres a rebel underground? And they're apparently dangerous enough to be treated like captured killjoys. He sees these new patients come in in bonds, theres five of them captued, some silent and glaring and the others screaming until theres a needle shoved in their neck.

His new position is that of a twisted sort o psychiatrist, they gave him a whole slideshow to get ready for it. It told him to get in their heads, learn the secrets that interrogations couldnt get out and replace them with better living propaganda, until theyre nothing but smiling citizens ready to be let back into society. It's fucking brainwashing, nothing but, he fucking hates it. But they trusted him to do it and now hes here, but since he's here maybe he can help. Not brainwash these people, but help them, and if theyre really part of a rebellion, maybe if he helps them get out they'll take him with them and he can help people that probably actually need it, not just rich assholes from the center city.

Thats his plan, and it works, it takes a while to get the patients to trust him but once they do, they all get out. Sandman, Crab, and Donnie were all part of that group and its how the four meet and bond and start becoming a crew. Dr Benzedrine picks his name and quickly becomes a very valued member of the resistance because theres medics, but no professionals, let alone surgeons.

Mr. Sandman

Street kid, his parents were ritalin rats that stirred up too much trouble and got dracced when he was pretty young. He was hiding under a bed when it happened and Better Living didn't find him, but they didn't bother looking because he was a poor autistic little kid that they saw no use in. So they left him to his empty shitty little apartment in the slums. They never kicked him out, so hes luckier than most that he still had a place to sleep, but once he ran out of food he had to head to the streets, figure out how to either get food or money to survive. He learned and he grew up dealing illegal merchandise, not as low as you could stoop, but pretty low, low enough that if you're busted you could get dracced. But it kept him just afloat enough to not starve.

Illegal merchandise is stuff like outlawed music and media, cds he burned himself off the originals, cassettes, vhs. Just whatever he could get his hands on. And when he could get a signal, he'd play the stuff over the old radio equipment in his basement, making sure to scramble where the signature was coming from, because he'd definitely be dracced if they found out he was putting that stuff on air. Not like it got out of the city, bli has shit that doesn't let any signals in or out, but once in a very rare while, he'll get some faint killjoy frequencies and record whatever he can onto cassettes.

But even though he was dealing in secret and even though he didn't want to be a cog in the machine, even though he wanted to be one of those juvie halls, the rebels on the streets that you can hear hollaring at night, throwing bricks at scarecrows and running off before facial recognition gets them, he strived to get into the Better Living Academy, because it hasn't crosed his mind that he might not be stuck in battery city yet, like most people that rebel, he doesn't want to be on his streets his whole life, so he tries getting in to learn anything, even to get some shitty cubicle job, as long as it means maybe he could actually afford more than the shit slum slop he pawns for. But at he end of the day, he isn't on his pills and he knows they won't like that if they find out, and they keep turning him away anyway for his temperment, for his oddities, because he's still autistic and the bright lights and white expanse of bli spaces make his head scream and he just doesn't get half the questions they ask him and if he has his own questions, they dont explain things furthur for him.

So he gives up on that plan, whatever, at least he's still got his shit to deal out, at least he isnt drugged up like everyone else he saw in the screening rooms for the academy, all empty in the head. He can think, at least. And he has his music, he likes music.

Then he meets Horseshoe Crab, a really weird fellow who takes most of his stock for a hefty handful of carbons that'll get him along for a couple weeks, and the guys so nice he's suspicious, until their deal is interrupted by an ambush, a patrol scarecrows that must've gotten a tip about them, and Horseshoe pulls out a fucking gun, shoots the two closest ones and takes sandmans arm and has him run. At that sandmans convinced the guys not nice at all, hes just fucking crazy, but he runs away after him anyway because the guy just shot two fucking crows, he knows he'll probably live to see morning of he sticks with him. Turns out Horseshoes a juvie hall, like an actual one, not the brash gangs of kids that run around and say they are, actual juvie halls are untraceable, a solid underground, a real rebellion, well hidden from Better Livings watchful eye, its something you have to be smart enough to find and brave enough to join. And sandmans thrust right into the center of it, just a street dealer that followed a crazy guy with a gun that pulled him into a safehouse in the slums that was down a maze of dark alleys, and theres so much illegal shit inside he kind of wants to call it in just for the hefty reward he could get, but he also kind of wants to drop to his knees and worship it all. Theres books, weapons, color. And a few rough looking people that at their sudden entrance, scan them and one goes. "Dammit, Crab."

Long story short, they're members of the fucking rebellion and theres a short but terrifying debate of whether or not to shoot him, but Horseshoe defends him and it turns out the rebellion likes people that risk their lives to deal rock and roll, because he basically gets an invitation. And well, that was his real dream, the one hes had since he was a little kid, wanting to be those unapologetic rebels in the street messing with bli for shits and giggles. This is obviously more than that, but still. So he accepts, and hes thrust into the center of it all. He has to prove he can be trusted by going on so many missions or passing along packages and illegal goods, but once he's proved hes no rat hes showed the base, how to get into the rebellion underground. Its a scattered maze of random apartments that are safehouses, and then the actual underground shit, the tunnels and whole rooms and shit, the stuff from what Battery City used to be that bli just built over and forgot about.

He and Horseshoe become quick friends and he learns that crabs not just a juvie hall but a zonerunner, that he risks his life sneaking in and out of the city to deliver news and supplies to the killjoys out in the desert and vise versa. Sandman turns out to be quite useful, because hes good with computers and especially, radio equipment, since he grew up with that stuff in his basement and copying all that music and playing some over the frequencies when he could, and he fixes up their old shit and becomes the radio operator of the underground rebellion, the voice of the voiceless. He's basically the cherri cola of battery city, as in hes given the task of feeding news to the juvie halls on the streets and so he's always on the air and monolauging what is just weird poetry or random stories to any untrained ears, but while cherri colas thing is actualy just poetry, sandmans is actually speaking entirely in code that only juvie halls will be able to pick apart, because PAX AM isn't some far off station in the zones like WKIL, no, it broadcasts from inside the walls of battery city and better living could always be listening in. Did I make this his thing entirely to play into the lyric all the walls lean in to listen? Maybe.

Hes actually known as Mr Sandman now, took the codename when he became their radio operator, but the suitehearts aren't a thing yet, no, thats still a long way off. Benzedrine isn't even part of the rebellion yet. He also gets his distinct style, encuraged by the juvie halls who just like killjoys push for everyone to be an individual and fuck the citys mandates, so goth gnc bitch it is. The longer hes in the underground the more disconnected from gender he gets.

There's a raid to the underground, someone must have tipped bli off. A solid blow is dealt to the rebellion in the form of a good number of juvie halls being captured, sandman one of them. Now being some low level dealer can get you dracced, but being a real juvie hall gets you something much worse, re-education, because you have to be smart to be a rebel and have survived this long, and bli can use those smarts, as long as they tear you down to a blank slate first. Thats what re-education is, picking you apart piece by piece, drugging you up and pouring propaganda and altered history down your throat until youre a 'functioning member of society'

He's assumed dead or beyond saving from the mindfuck of re-education by the remaining rebellion, who after this bust has to move base to a different part of the city. But about six months after he was taken and the radio went silent, his voice mysteriously reappears, speaking in code about the old base, where the escaped suitehearts went back to and found abandoned as they expected it to be, but had hopes of scrounging old supplies or this, broadcasting their return.

The juvie halls find them and bring them and the radio equipment to the new base, and Mr Sandman is officially the voice of the voiceless again, now with a crew.

Eventually they get fancy tech or an antennae or something thats just strong enough to get a signal out to the zones, and theres always been a slow feed of news between the killjoys and the juvie halls via zonerunners, and the cnnectiom can still be stratchy, but now on the good days Sandman can talk directly to doctor death defying to get news out to the zones and vice versa.

Horseshoe Crab

The only sand pup of the suitehearts, grew in the zones with his dad, who was in the helium wars, but he was dusted when Crab was about eight and he went right to gravel gerties, where he stayed until he joined a group of the older kids when they left gertie to go on their own, and let him tag along even if he was the youngest of them by far. They were all crash queens and glitter brains and he put up with them for a while, but eventually drifted off on his own, and was sixteen when he forst got hired by Tommy to meet with some runners in zone one when they cane outta the walls and to help them get their supplies back to his shop. These jobs always paid well, with either his share of supplies or a handful of carbons, so he kept doing them and eventually tagged along with the runners to go in-city to the rebels there. He liked it there, oddly enough, liked meeting so many different types of rebels, because killjoys are.. killjoys. Theyre all gearheads and glitterbrains but juvie halls tend to be more serious while still having fun. They understand the risk of what they do. Killjoys are just kids with guns, they have growing up to do or things to lose before theyre level headed enoughfor Crab to feel lile he gets them.

So it becomes his thing, zonerunning, getting supplies out to Tommy's and news into the city and vise versa, he makes friends in the underground and eventually meets sandman, then gets caught with him and meets the others too. He isnt around all the time, still does runs, and takes Benzedrine in and out with him if theres someone in the zones that desperately needs a real doctor.

Donnie the Catcher

Hell of an engineer, even figures out robotics, he grew up working in a garage in the neon district, and as he got older, started helping out androids that needed repairs in secret. Its looked down upon to help androids, simce theyre not human and not seen as human, and thats what their service hubs are for, to request repairs, but he knows theres no real help there, not if they're an older model or anything other than some high ups customized pornodroid. Most droids just end up recycled in the incinerators or rusting in the streets, so he does what he can to help when they start falling apart.

He doesn't agree with bli, with how he treats these people, and when a service droid named Jenny that he's helped a handful of times invites him to the underground, because droids can be juvie halls too, theyve gotta be fukin brave to be, because where human juvie halls will be reducated or dracced, rebelling droids will just be shot for going against their programming. Donnie tells Jenny he has to stay and support his family at the garage, but if he can help out he'd be glad to as long as he can get back to the garage at the end of the day. Thats how he becomes a juvie hall. One day down the line he heads to the base and he was there for maybe a half hour when the raid happened and he was captured with the others. He was newer than sandman and crab and had never really crossed paths with them since he didnt spend a whole lot of time in the underground, so hes meeting them for the first time when theyre brought in for re-education. He was one of the ones that stayed quiet and glared, mostly worried about Jenny, that they were there and maybe caught in the raid, becaue she may be all metal but they totally kissed a couple times.

When they all escape he becomes a full time resident in the underground, knowing he can never go back to the garage a fugitive. But not seeing his family is better than the alternative of having been reducated and torn apart at the seams. Besides, once he's got the suitehearts, they're all inseparable.

That's it, once they're a crew, all their experiences and skills combined, they're a unique group for sure. Sandman and Crab already have their own looks and weird relstionships with gender, but Donnie and Benz have never put much thought into the individuality stuff, Benz a slave to Better Living his whole life and Donnie focused on working and surviving. Eventually they find their weird styles, colors theyre fond of as a fuck you to bli, and then the facepaint, it marks them as a crew and as people ready to fight for their cause. Anyway what if I said Donnie transfem she/he(and yes. rocking the beard) :3

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As for the second version, its mostly the same, its just like.. the zones version for stories where they know they fab four. They're all younger and they're basically split between the city and the zones. Their backstories are pretty much the same except Benzedrine got out before he was even really a surgeon, hes still a damn good doctor though, and Sandman left to be a killjoy instead of sticking around the underground. Crabs still a zonerunner that gets Benz in and out to help people and when hes in the desert he bunks with sandman in his concession stand turned weird little trailer in the outskirts of zone two. And Donnies zoneborn too instead of Mrs androidfucker in the city, shes Sandman's good friend and mechanic when he gets into racing at the crash track. They're all good friends and still very much a crew, theyre based out of he zones, Benz too, theyre just still a bit spread out at times when someone in the underground needs help.

Ugh man is there anything missing idk well if there is I guess I can add it later. Okay the end 👍

#americas suitehearts #the suitehearts #dr benzedrine #mr sandman #donnie the catcher #horseshoe crab #ttlotfk #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #corvidscrap

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abiiors · 1 year ago

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idk if youre taking reqs so only if you are ❤️ can you write a little something of ross getting a sexy pic from his s/o? xx

it seems, i only have two emotions rn -- sad and horny. anyway, have some phone sex 😌

minors dni!!

ten minutes to go.

that’s what the stage tech whispers to them while ross stands at the side, watching their opening act serenade the crowd. she’s good, really good. one of the indie artists their label picked up along the way. unfortunately, she’s not good enough to keep his attention on her when his phone dings in his pocket.

or it could just have to do with the fact that it’s not the usual ding. it’s the special one he has set just for you. to his dismay, it’s not a call, only a text. but he steps away from the lights to properly look at it.

it’s an innocent enough notification.

[attachment: one image]

but his heart speeds up as he clicks on it. knowing you, he knows that the photo is going to be anything but innocent. and oh how right he is…

his breath hitches when he sees the sexy black number, lacy and translucent, deep enough to show almost your entire boobs to him but it cuts off right as he gets to the good part. that, however, is nowhere near as scandalous as the lower half of the photo. because your panties are clearly not on you. no. they are right next to you. and the photo cuts off just above where your hand is buried suggestively between your thighs.

the second text comes five seconds after the first one. good luck, my darling. i miss you xx

before he knows it, he’s hitting the call button and making his way hurriedly to find some quiet, secluded dressing room.

“you little minx,” he breathes down the line as soon as you pick up. he’s already half hard in his trousers, and your breathy, seductive giggle doesn’t help matters. ross can’t help but palm himself lightly at the sound.

“hi,” you speak into the phone, mischief dancing in your tone. “just wanted to wish you good luck before the show.”

he hums, leaning against a wall in the dark quiet room, “and you usually call to do that…”

“well, i was a little busy…”

he can practically imagine you twirling a strand of hair around your finger, one long fingernail combing through your soft hair. he’s been dying to touch them again, dying to feel your fingernails scratch on his back while you moan and scream his name over and over again.

“what were you doing?” he asks. and then, shamelessly unzips his trousers.

he’s painfully hard by now, aching and desperate to feel you around him. but since you are currently in another country, he has no other option but to touch himself like a sixteen year old boy. the thought of you doing just the same drives him insane.

“nothing. just wondering how it would feel to have you here right now… to feel your fingers instead of mine.”

he hears your breath quiver on the last words. it’s almost enough to drive him crazy.

wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, he lets your uneven breathing wash over him. this is so irresponsible, so reckless. he only has nine minutes, for fucks sake…

but ross can’t help himself, not when it comes to you.

“thumb on your clit,” he says, “just like i do. you want to feel good, don’t you?”

he can practically picture you nodding, forgetting that he can’t see. he can picture your thumb on your clit, smaller and softer than his fingers but enough to make you moan softly.

“i w-want to feel good,” you gasp.

the risk of the situation makes it even hotter. anyone can walk in on him right now, anyone can hear the filthy words and sounds that come out of his mouth. he can feel it as he pumps himself, relishing and groaning, imagining that it’s your hand instead.

“you’re dripping wet for me right now, aren’t you love? getting off on my voice,” he teases. beads on precum bubble up his tip and he spreads them over his length, imagining your wetness on his cock. he remembers it too well, knows that it’s been too long since he’s felt it.

“ross, i need…” you trail off, half a sentence ending in a moan, as you lose your train of thought. that always happens when he rubs circles on your clit. that's what happening now as you do the same.

“i know baby,” he grounds out, lightheaded from how good it feels, how good you sound. “just three more weeks now before i fuck you till you can’t remember your own name. is that what you want?”

“yes,” you breathe into the phone, “my fingers don–don’t feel like yours do.”

he knows they don’t. some primal, male part of him relishes in the fact that no one can fuck you as well as he does. his cock throbs in his hand, his body is ready for a release, so desperate now that your moans have become erratic on the phone. but he misses the wet, filthy and obscene sounds when you’re both close to cumming. he misses all the ways you cry out for him.

“fuck, fuck, i’m going to cum,” you cry out into the phone, “please.”

ross hisses, fisting himself hard now, he’s close too, he can feel it. all your moans go straight to his dick bringing him closer and closer to the edge. and to hear you so hot and bothered, to imagine your slick dripping down your hand as you think of him and cry out for him does unspeakable things to him.

“go on darling,” he hisses, struggling to keep his voice down, “let go for me.”

it’s a shame he can’t see the face you make when you orgasm—mouth slack, eyes rolling to the back of your as you arch your back off the bed. he can imagine your legs trembling as you gush on your hand, clenching around your own fingers, whimpering at the way it feels. it’s too much for him.

with a strangled grunt he cums into his own hand. hard and hot, semen spilling down his hand, wet and sticky, almost how you would feel. his knees go weak, the phone almost slips from his hand when he remembers how you taste.

he has tasted you so often that he can recall it perfectly now, almost make himself delude into thinking that he can feel it lingering on his tongue.

“did that feel good ross?” you ask, panting and barely able to get the words out. “it felt so good for me, your voice…fuck, baby it was so hot.”

it takes him a few more seconds to recover, breathing heavily, as he tries to find some tissues for himself—a half empty box, lying on the cluttered table.

“shit, love,” he laughs, lightheaded from the sensation, from your voice, “shit, how am i supposed to go perform now, huh?”

you giggle in response and almost as if on cue, he notices another incoming call, this time from adam, then he notices the time and a slew of curses fly from his mouth.

“three more weeks,” you say, “now go and smash it out there. i’m watching the livestream. who knows,” you click your tongue, “maybe i’ll go for a round two…”

ross laughs, zipping himself up again and hoping that the others can’t tell what he was up to, shit, a minute before the show.

“three more weeks,” he says and hopes that muscle memory is enough to get him through the show.

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #✉️#♡: ross blurbs

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The Woman with the Pink Hair (Part 7, 8, 9)

Here is a continuation of the Woman with the Pink Hair!

This is a Vi x Fem! Reader fanfiction.

I will post this gradually, maybe once or twice a week until it is fully out! (If you are impatient, you can view it on my Wattpad-> @DatBishCar)

Please note that this is the first piece I wrote after a HEFTY (I mean years long) hiatus from writing.

P.S. Lowkey I KNOW there's a bunch of shit I could fix in here to make it better due to my practice over the past year or so, but I just… I'm so lazy rn LOL. Anyhoooooo….

ALSO- here are the TW for you lovelies! (This is for the WHOLE SERIES)-

Violence, mental illness, oral sex, dominant tendencies, torture, kidnapping, plotting?… lowkey there's probably more but you should get the gist here, AS ALWAYS ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK ILY<3

READ PART ONE, TWO, AND THREE HERE->

https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/737189248110821376/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-1-2-3?source=share

READ PART FOUR, FIVE, AND SIX HERE->

https://www.tumblr.com/carcarcraziiv2/738139002294747136/the-woman-with-the-pink-hair-p-4-5-6?source=share

PART SEVEN-

Jinx wanders over next to Vi, who keeps a keen eye on her sister. You are slightly shook at the fact that they are sisters, they look nothing alike but as you think about it, they never said they were blood relatives.

"Vi, what a pleasure," Jinx sneers. She leans back on the couch and her boots clunk as she places her feet on the coffee table. She looks at her sister dramatically, then back at you giving a look of she has the audacity?

You lower your gaze and twiddle your thumbs. Your nerves rattle throughout your body, making your stomach slightly queasy. Looking back up at Vi, you decide to speak up.

"Well, as you can see I was hanging out with Jinx," you say matter of factly.

"Jinx," Vi scoffs, disgust lingering on her face. "You mean Powder?" Jinx looks over at her angrily, dragging her feet off of the coffee table and slamming them on the floor. Before letting her speak, you interject.

"Vi, I met her the other day. She introduced herself to me as Jinx. Do you think I am a psychic or something?" You felt yourself getting angry, your brows furrowing as you glared in her direction.

"No, but I didn't think of you as the type to be weird and hangout with my sister on the down low," she snapped. You crossed your arms grunting.

"Why are you being so crazy right now, Vi? Like, how was I supposed to know she was your sister?" You shot up from your seat and held your hounds out in a questioning manner. Jinx looked slightly shocked that you raised your voice as she hadn't seen you become angry yet, and she got up and excused herself from the room. The only time Vi tore her gaze from you, was to watch her sister leave the house out the damaged front door.

After the door shut behind Jinx, Vi got up from the couch, her gaze dark as she marched over to you. You felt yourself cowering back slightly, as the sheer power of Vi radiated off of her in dangerous waves. She pointed her finger and shoved it into your chest.

"She's fucking dangerous, (y/n), do you understand? She's crazy, but she is my sister. And you..." she pushed forward, and you quickly realized you were backed into a wall. Her gaze had left your face and lingered down your frame, making you feel small. "You are mine".

You felt your jaw drop open slightly, your breathing was heavy as she stood close to you. Tingles erupted across your limbs as you felt her warmth press into you. Vi's breathing began to slow, and her gaze traces your body back up to your face, where it lingers at your lips before returning to your eyes.

"Just... Just please be careful. Please?" She asks quietly, as if she is afraid to scare you away.

"I will, I'm a big girl, Vi..." you attempt to reassure her, your hand reaching up to caress her face. She leans into your palm for a moment, before grabbing your hand hard and shoving it against the wall next to you. Your eyes widen in fear for a moment, before her lips smash into yours. Her other hand caresses your side, tracing up your body and lingering at your chest for a moment before going up to cup your face.

You feel yourself relax, as Vi's tongue presses for entry into your mouth and you let it in with a sigh. A slight moan escapes as your tongues battle each other in a feast of passion. Warmth spreads through your body, tightening a knot in your stomach and sending tingles down your core.

What is she doing to me? You thought.

Suddenly, the front door slams back open, and Vi rips away from you, leaving you breathless and panting against the wall. A blush crept up into your cheeks as you see Jinx walk back in with a soda in her hand.

"Damn, get a room guys," she snickers, as her and Vi return to their respective places on the couch. Vi sits down, looking unbothered, but you can see a fire in her eyes that is different than the anger that had been there only a few moments ago.

Collecting yourself, you sit down on the stool as an awkward silence threatens the air. Vi stares at you, making you shiver and you quickly look down at your hands.

-- VI's POV --

Fuck, she's driving me crazy Vi thinks. Her hand reaches up and brushes through her thick hair, which immediately falls back into the same position it already was in. She sighs and turns to look her sister dead in the eyes.

The same sister that killed her ex-girlfriend's mom.

The same sister that basically turned into a crime lord and has voices in her head.

To Vi, she's the same sister she has always had, but different still in so many ways. Vi breaths in heavily, and then sighs.

"Powder, what are you doing? Why did you befriend (y/n)?" she questions, her tone worried but also strong. She glances over at you, noticing you look hurt for a moment. Probably at the concept of thinking that Jinx wouldn't have any real reason to try to befriend her.

"My names not Powder! Also, wow Vi. Can't (y/n) have friends?" Jinx says innocently, waving towards you as if to showcase your frame sitting there.

"Pow-Jinx, don't make me ask again. Why?" Vi says more sternly now, shaking her head slightly at her correction of her sister's name.

"Oh, big bad Vi. Okay, fine. Want the truth?" Jinx pauses for a moment, laughing crazily. She collects herself, suddenly very serious. "I wanted to make sure she wasn't going to be a problem. Make sense? You're my sister. MY sister. I know you think I'm a nutjob psycho. I heard you tell (y/n) I'm crazy. I know what you think of me, what she thinks of me. But I want to make sure I don't lose you again. Make sense?" Jinx has her arms crossed, rambling with the eyes of a mad man, but making her point none the less. She seems to take a moment collecting herself, before Vi grabs her shoulders and pulls her into a hug.

"I'm not going anywhere, Pow-pow. Not again, even if you do crazy shit or act all fucked up. Sometimes, I just want to make sure you aren't going to hurt yourself but I'm realizing there isn't much I can do to stop you. You're all grown up, and I can't do a damn thing," Vi mutters, looking defeated. "I will, however, not allow you to do things like this. (y/n) is a person to, understand? A person I have come to care about. So unless you two are actually friends, then maybe just stop?"

"I'd like to think we're actually friends..." (y/n) says, lifting her gaze and giving a slight smile.

She is so beautiful when she smiles like that, Vi thinks. What will she look like when I go down on her, will she smile pretty for me like that then, too?

Shaking away the dirty thoughts entering her mind, she smiles back at (y/n) as Jinx begins to speak.

"That's the problem, I think you're my friend too. Now can we just... make sure not to fuck with each other? That will be good for me. Plus, I don't think (y/n) would be able to hurt you if she tried." Jinx giggles, and (y/n) grabs something off the floor and chucks it at Jinx yelling "Hey!" defensively. The three women erupt into laughter, deciding for the rest of the evening to catch up.

Vi, for the first time in a long time, felt warm and happy.

PART EIGHT-

**SPICY CHAPTER**

**Probably a LONG chapter**

A few months have passed, you and Vi continuously seeing each other. No one had said anything regarding feelings for each other, but they were prominent none the less. The Intense bond you and Vi had created only bubbling further, until about a week ago she asked you a question.

"(Y/N)," Vi had started, her gaze shifting from the movie in front of you and landing on your blushed face. "Do you want to go somewhere with me? I have to go to Bilgewater for... business... and I would like some company. I am leaving next week."

You had gawked at her, aghast that she had asked you to go on a trip with her. Either way, at the moment the two of you were sitting so close that your thighs were touching, and your fingers were intertwined in the middle. Butterflies fluttered throughout your chest and into your stomach, and you nodded.

"Of course," you had said, pausing and putting a finger against your chin tapping in thought. "But I will need to let my boss know. Its honestly just me in the shop most of the time, so he will have to find a replacement. How long will we be there?"

Vi smiled, and you had felt your insides melt, sure that she could see your eyes lower to her lips.

"A week." She had stated plainly. "I have to visit an old friend. Don't worry, if your boss gives you any trouble, I would be more than happy to talk to him myself."

You had snickered at that, still studying her face. She looked wary about going to Bilgewater, but she also looked excited in a way. You wondered who her friend was, and what this "business" she had to deal with entailed. Whatever it came to, you intended on going with her.

Fast forward, it is now next week, and you had just finished packing up your old brown backpack with a few essentials. Pants, underwear, a couple t-shirts and sweaters. You didn't know what it would be like in Bilgewater, so you also brought your swimming suit and shorts. A knock rang at the door, and you scurried to it, peeking out of the peep hole and seeing Pink hair. You smiled before opening the door.

The door open, you looked at Vi who was staring into your soul, a small smiling forming at the edges of her lips.

"Hey," she said, stepping inside as you made room for her, pressing yourself against the door. You turned and closed it, stepping behind her and wandering back over to your bed.

"Hey, I just finished packing my bag. How are we getting there, anyway?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at her as you continued to work. Vi was wandering around, looking at some of the art pieces you had hanging on the walls.

"Ship," Vi started, tearing her gaze off of the painting and searing it into you with her ocean blue eyes. "By the way, you should bring some of your art supplies. Maybe your sketchbook? You undoubtedly will find something of interest to draw there, I'm certain."

"Good idea," You replied, smiling slightly as you brushed past Vi to grab your sketchbook and pencil pouch off of the table. You purposefully lightly touched her shoulder to yours as you walked by, causing tingles to run up and down your body. You shivered as you picked up your sketchbook, still feeling her gaze baring into the back of your head. "Hey, why are you staring at me? Seem's a little creepy," You smirked at her as you turned around. She scoffed, her pink hair sashaying across her face as her head jerked.

"Yeah, I'm the creepy one. Get your things, weirdo, we have to go." She started walking back towards the door, and you noticed she didn't have a bag or anything to take with her.

"Hey, Vi? Where's your stuff?" You asked, worried that she had forgotten it. Thinking back, you realized you had only seen her wearing the same clothes but had never put two and two together. The look on her face gave it away, and you stood there feeling pity for her before she responded.

"I've got what I need, sweet stuff. Don't worry about me." She smiled, her eyes sincere. It made you lighten up a bit. "Actually, I have something that you will need while we are there. For your protection."

For my protection? You thought. You truly had no idea what Bilgewater could entail, and it made your stomach turn with anxiety. You fiddled with the sleeves of your green knit shirt. The anxiety only tripled as you saw what Vi pulled out of her worn pocket. It was a knife in a sheath.

"Uhhh, why are you giving me a knife?" You said, nervous as all hell. You had never had to physically protect yourself aside from a few times, both of which bystanders intervened before you had to use any force. "I don't even know how to use that thing," You muttered as she grabbed your small hand and placed the knife in it, lingering there with her hand above yours for a moment.

"Bilgewater is a dirty place. Better to be safe than sorry," She said calmly, looking at you as if studying you. Her eyebrows were tight and a little crinkle formed in between them as she thought. "Either way, you aren't leaving my side while we are there. I will keep you safe, Princess." She had stated the last part with such force, you didn't even question it. You did feel safe with Vi, especially after seeing how she can handle herself in a fight.

After attaching the knife and sheath to the waist of your pants, you let your sweater fall over it and it was concealed. You reveled in the fact that Vi gave you a weapon, and felt bad ass knowing you had something like this hidden from the rest of the world. Vi must have noticed your demeaner, as you hadn't realized you were smiling.

"I hope you don't have to use it," She said, nudging you slightly in the ribs causing you to giggle.

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Approaching the docks of Piltover, Vi scanned the area and the two of you found your port. The ship the two of you were getting on was small, and only a few other people were getting on it. You noticed that they all wore dirtied clothing and looked worn and tired. Your backpack slinged over one of your shoulder, you approached the ramp with Vi. A man stopped the two of you, looking mean. He was tall, very muscular, and had tattoos all over. His eyes glowered from Vi to you and back to Vi before a grin appeared on his face.

"Vi, I'm glad you made it. We were just about to leave!" He chuckled, reaching out to Vi and embracing her in a hug. Vi returned it, leaving you wondering who this man was an how she knew him. "Who is this young lady you have with you?" He questioned, using his head to point in your direction.

"This is (y/n)," Vi smiled, placing a hand on your lower back after leaving the embrace of the man.

"Nice to meet you, (y/n)" The man said, shooting his hand out towards you which you took to shake in greeting. "I'm Stevie." He smiled again, a warm welcoming smile and you knew then why Vi trusted him.

"Anyway," Vi said as the mans hold on your hand lingered a moment too long. "We better get on that ship, eh?"

The man chuckled and turned around. He gestured for the two of you to follow so you did. The outside of the boat did not look like anything special, but descending into the Cabins of the ship you were welcomed by lavish furniture in a seating area, a kitchen, and a hallway leading down to 4 rooms. At the very end of the hallway there was a bathroom that you gathered you would have to share with the other people going. You suddenly felt nervous, as you had seen multiple people getting on this ship and realizing that you would have to likely stay in the same room as Vi. You tugged on the hem of your sweater again and Vi looked down at you over her shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will sleep on the floor," She said in a flat tone. She seemed slightly irritated. "Stevie, I thought there were only 2 other people boarding with us?"

"Oh, kiddo, it never works the way we plan, does it?" He laughed, slapping her on the back and then using the same hand to begin guiding you and her to the last room on the left. "You two don't do anything too crazy in here, ya? The walls are paper thin." He snickered and winked, opening the door and leaving the two of you staring into the room. There was one large bed, voluptuous pillows sat at the head against the dark wooden headboard, and a thick dark brown comforter laid on the bed. There was a large wardrobe against the wall and a circular window that you could see the border of the ocean surface through. You gawked, your heart dropping into your stomach.

"Uh, Vi? Did I forget to mention that I have never been on a ship before?" You said nervously, not taking your gaze off of the small window. You couldn't help but fear that window would burst open and flood the room with the salty water. Vi laughed.

"Oh, (y/n), you didn't. However I did take it as a possibility. Here, take this," She said, grabbing a small vile of purple liquid out of her coat pocket and handing it to you. "This will help you with any sea sickness you might have." You took the vile out of her hand gently, popping the top off and smelling it. You grimaced away from the sent and turned your nose up at it.

"Ew, what the hell?" You said, looking at Vi. She gave you a look that said 'just drink it, don't smell it, stupid'. You took a deep breath, held it and then guzzled down the concoction. Luckily it didn't taste as bad as it smelled.

After the ship began its 2 day journey, and the two of you got settled in the room, you ventured out into the living quarters and into the kitchen. A few of the people were in there already drinking over the table in the middle of the room and shooting back shots of what you assumed to be some sort of rum.

"Try not to stare, sweet stuff," Vi said, one corner of her lips raising in a slight grin. You rolled your eyes and decided to be brave and introduced yourself. You were going to be stuck on this ship with these people for two days, after all. You felt extra brave having the blade hidden beneath your long sweater.

"Hi guys, I'm (y/n). Whatcha drinking?" Vi looked at you in shock for a moment, and the four men at the table all tore their gazes away from what they were doing to stare at you.

"Jack," One said, looking back down at the drink. "And this? Who the hell knows, its an unmarked bottle in an old ass ship." He hiccupped, clearly having had a lot of drink already.

"Don't mind him. The names Ben. That's David and Craig", a shorter man with dark hair and old eyes smiled at you. He pointed out David who had wavy blonde hair tied in a knot behind his head and Craig who looked gruff with a buzz cut and scars all over his face. "Although we look harsh, we won't bite. Promise. You can have some of this, if you would like? On that, what's your name?" He said, redirecting his attention to Vi. She scowled at you for a moment before answering him.

"Vi," she said with no urgency. "Just don't be dicks and I won't be a problem." All of the men laughed, resuming what they were doing. It looked like they were playing a game of cards. Vi rolled her eyes and shook her head lightly, but you could see her eyes light up as the laughter began filling the room.

You decided to grab a drink from the men after retrieving your sketchbook and pencils from your room. Sitting on the brown leather couch a few feet away, you stared at them as you began drawing. You wanted to capture the moment, and perhaps give each of the men a portrait of themselves as a goodbye gift when the journey was over. You couldn't help but be a sap for scary looking people with gentle souls.

After a few hours, Vi still hadn't come out of the room after you all introduced yourselves to the men. You ventured back there, the feeling of being on a ship odd as you walked. It rocked ever so slightly, and you thanked the Gods that there hadn't been any storms forecasted for the next few days.

Entering the room, you saw Vi laying in the darkness. You couldn't tell if she was sleeping or not, so you flicked on the light switch beside the door for a moment. Here eyes were closed and her chest rose up and down. She had taken off her jacket, now wearing a white tank top that sculpted to her muscular body. She wasn't under the covers, and you could see the red plaid pajama pants that she was wearing. you wondered where she had gotten the clothes but thought perhaps she was a regular on this ship.

Slowly creeping next to the bed so as not to wake her, you decided to take one of the pillows and a blanket out of the armoire to make a makeshift bed on the floor for yourself. As you leaned over the bed you began tugging one of the pillows out from under Vi. She stirred, and in the dim moonlight shining in through the window you saw her eyes shoot open. She looked at you confused for a moment, before her eyes became hooded and bore into your own with heat. You felt a blush creep up to your cheeks and swallowed.

"Uh, sorry. I was just grabbi-" you started quietly, but before you could finish Vi grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you down to her roughly. You stumbled slightly, catching yourself with one of your knees on the bed. Your eyes widened and your breathing quickened as Vi sat up abruptly and planted a kiss on your lips. It took you only a moment to relax and melt into her kiss.

"What are you doing?" She murmured, one of her large hands reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your air. Her lips lightly grazed yours and you could feel her breath warm your face.

"I was just getting stuff to make a bed," You replied softly, "I didn't want to wake you." Vi's brows furrowed for a moment, before grabbing you by the waist and flipping you so quickly onto your back you hadn't realized what happened. You let out a soft gasp as she got on top of you and situated herself between your legs. Heat flustered throughout your body, sending pings of electricity to your core.

"Wha- What are you doing, Vi?" You said breathily.

"Mm, sweet girl. I'm doing something I have wanted to do for awhile." She said as her fingers grazed up your side, causing your shirt to rise with her. You swallowed, and she continued. "May I?" Her question melted you, as you appreciated her respect for consent. You nodded as her hand grazed up to your breast and her thumb ran across one of your pebbled nipples. "Use your words, princess," She murmured against your lips.

"Yes, Vi," You said, breathing deeply before she captured your lips with her own. Her hand went back down to go under your shirt, and you sucked in a breath as she went slowly up your side and back up to your boob. You were breathing heavily, now, and the kiss had become very passionate. Your tongues intertwined and you let out small breathy moans against her mouth. This wasn't the first time you had done things with a girl, but the way your body was reacting felt like it was. Heat pumped through your limbs and centered into a knot at the base of your stomach, sweet ecstasy cascading through you as her thumb brushed against your nipple again and again.

"Vi," you said, pulling away from the kiss and looking deep into her eyes. She looked down at you with such intensity it almost made you nervous, but you didn't let those emotions creep in. Quickly, she lept back, only to slink down your body, her fingers grazed down your sides again causing you to shiver. They lingered at the waist of your pants and he finger dipped ever so slightly beneath them. You let out a frustrated moan, and she laughed lowly. Her hands grasped at the fabric, and pulled down to reveal your shaven pussy, visible through the purple lace panties you wore. Here palm grazed against your slit above your panties, and you let out a sigh, rocking your hips and closing your eyes.

"Look at me, (y/n)," Vi said, stopping. Your eyes burst open and gazed down at her. You bit your lip at the sight of her between your legs. You knew you were wet, without a doubt seeping through the fabric of your underwear. "Good girl," she responded to your obedience. You felt a ping of pride at her words of praise. "Gods, you are so fucking sexy," she bit out, before leaning down and kissing the fabric right over your clit. You let out a gasp.

"Oh my Gods, Vi," your mouth formed the words but they came out as a breathy whisper.

"Don't say my name like that," She hummed, pulling the fabric aside. You could feel her breath graze against the wetness, making it cold against your pussy. You kept your gaze on her as she placed small kisses on your thighs, still holding the fabric to the side. Then, her tongue flicked your clit. You tensed, and then relaxed as she began lapping at it like a woman starved. Moans fluttered out of your mouth, but you were consciences of the fact that Stevie had said the walls were thin so you took your hand and clasped it against your mouth. Vi stopped.

"No," she said, reaching up and yanking your arm away so that your hand was at your side again. "I want to hear you." Your brows tightened and you bit your lip as she continued. One of her arms was wrapped around a leg, the other swooped under and you felt her finger slip into your wet pussy. You gasped, arching your back off the bed.

"Fuck, Vi," You said, and you could hear her suck in a breath. You rocked your hips to the rhythm of her pumping her fingers into you, as she slid a second in. You were lost in the ecstasy, not caring about the fact you were on a ship to somewhere you had never been, nor that there were 4 men sitting outside of the room not too far off. You had daydreamed of this day since you met Vi.

She curved her fingers upward, perfectly hitting that spot inside making fireworks light up across your body.

"Gods, you taste so fucking good. You going to cum for me, princess?" She gazed up at you as she continued looking. You felt yourself rising, and rising.

"Yes, yes, yes," was all you could muster. You tensed as you reached your peak, arching your back as pleasure cascaded over your limbs, and you fell apart. Your hand reached up to her hair and you held her to you as you rocked your hips letting your orgasm ride out. You released her hair and collapsed your head back onto the pillows. Your breathing was short and ragged, and you twitched as she pulled her fingers out of you. Your gaze lingered on her and she took her fingers to her mouth, licking them off. She climbed back up your body, and put them inside your mouth. You were tasting yourself on them.

Vi pulled them out and kissed you passionately. A mixture of your taste and hers penetrated your lips and you felt heat rise in you once again.

"What am I going to do with you," was all Vi could say, rolling onto her back and pulling you onto her chest.

Before you could respond, you felt sleep gripping at you. The aftermath of the orgasm calming your muscles and wafting throughout your limbs. Vi's hand absently brushing up and down your bare back, you fell into a deep slumber.

PART NINE -

TW- slight details of violence?

Bilgewater is a dark and musty place. As you wake from your slumber, 3 days into your journey with Vi's limbs intertwined with your own, the ship docks.

Trying to peak over the lapping water on the tiny window to your left, you squeeze out from Vi's grasp and toss on an oversized green knit sweater and some soft black leggings. Your shoes lay next to the door of the room haphazardly, and you grab them and toss them on. Glancing quickly over at Vi, a small smile forms on your lips as you turn and exit the room.

You walk through the dining hall, unsure if you will see the men again or if they will stay here, and you decide to quickly deliver your drawings of them under each of their room doors. After finishing the task, you escape the undercarriage of the ship and ascend the stairs to the open air.

This place smells like fish, you grimace. It's not like Zaun doesn't smell, but it's not nearly anything like this. You give a wave to the captain who is on the dock speaking with a few men who look to be the owners of the station. Walking to the front of the ship, you lean your elbows against the edge and peer onto the city.

Bilgewater was unlike anything you had ever seen, the skies seemingly permanently darkened and a moisture filling the air that was nearly suffocating. Buildings were tightly knit together, and you could see stalls all around with people setting up for the day. You could see people walking along the edges of the docks. Scanning, you notice two individuals who were walking side by side, suddenly stopping parallel to the ship in which you were standing on. You looked away just enough to make them think that you weren't looking at them, but you moved your eyes so that you could still see.

One of them was a large buff woman with long brown hair and glowing green eyes that you could see even from the distance in which you were at. You weren't entirely certain, but it looked as if she was distraught, like she didn't want to be around the person that she was around.

The person, or thing, standing next to her appeared to be a giant frog like creature. Maybe even a Toad. You could see his giant mouth moving, presumably talking, and a snake like tongue occasionally lapping out and around his form. You grimaced again, about to turn around when you felt an arm snake around you causing you to jump.

You turned around, about to push the person off when you realized it was Vi, groggy with heated eyes gazing down at your own. You gulped as she leaned down and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips.

"Good morning, sunshine. Welcome to Bilgewater," she smiled, causing your insides to melt. She grabbed your hand, and guided you away from the ships edge. Taking one more quick glance towards the edge, you could have sworn you saw the giant creature jump into the water.

Shaking off the feelings you had about the two you were observing, you followed Vi down the ramp onto the docks. Looking ahead to the other side of the dock across from your ramp, you noticed a gorgeous red headed woman descending from a different ship. She was looking around before her eyes landed on Vi, and a bright smile lit up her face.

My Gods, this woman is fine as hell, you thought shamelessly. No one could deny it. You noticed Vi return the smile, and approach her. All the while, her fingers were still entwined with yours.

Your mine, Vi had said. You smiled cheekily and then looked back over to the woman.

"Vi, what a pleasant surprise!", the woman reached out her hand, and Vi greeted her with a handshake.

"Captain Fortune, it's good to see you," Vi said politely. "On business?"

"Actually, I am here to see Illaoi," Captain Fortune said, before gesturing towards the direction of the street. You nearly gasped as you saw the woman you were casually spying on while on the ship making her ways towards the three of you. Up close, she was even more menacing, but you couldn't help but feel safe around her.

"Ah, Fortune," Illaoi said, reaching out and pulling her into a hug. "We meet at last."

"It's only been a month, you silly woman," Captain Fortune giggled, hiding her face momentarily and using a finger to slide her hair behind her ear sheepishly. "This is Vi, and..." she started, peaking around Vi who you had subconsciously hidden partially behind.

"O-oh! I'm (Y/N)," You busted out, feeling embarrassed. Vi took her hand from your own, but before you could feel sad feelings, she draped it over your shoulders and pulled you closer to her side.

"(Y/N) is my girlfriend, my special guest on this trip. She has never been to Bilgewater so I figured, why not?" Vi snickered, looking down at you. Your eyes widened at the realization that she just called you her girlfriend and you felt your cheeks reddening.

"Girlfriend! Wow!" the redheaded woman smiled, "Well it is a pleasure to meet you, darling." She reached down and adjusted her shirt, making you notice to the two bronze pistols she had strapped to her hips. She wore brown leather pants and black boots up to her knees. She really looked like a classic ship captain.

"Vi," Illaoi suddenly said, "I have to speak with you." Her face held a serious look, and her tone more-so. Vi looked slightly taken aback, but she nodded curtly, releasing you. She walked over to Illaoi who had moved a few feet away leaving you and Captain Fortune alone. Peaking towards the pair, you could have sworn you saw a green blob peeking out of the water behind them, but you shook your head slightly and turned towards the woman in front of you.

"Don't worry, honey. Illaoi is nothing but business," she perked one side of her lips into a slight smile. "Unless, of course, you're me." She said with a wink. You felt yourself blushing a little, but you giggled slightly in response. Worried you sounded uncomfortable, to be fair you were, you turned and started looking at the surroundings of the docks.

Only a few moments passed before Vi came back up to you, now looking a lot more serious. She seemed irritated, which you hadn't seen since your confrontation with Jinx.

"Do you have your blade," she said peering down at you, then assessing your clothing as if she was trying to see the weapon beneath your clothing. You lifted your shirt slightly, revealing the hilt of the knife in its sheath, and nodded. "Good, you'll need to keep it on you at all times. Even while we are sleeping." She wrapped her arm around your back again, guiding you towards the streets at the end of the docks. "While we are here, it is best if you are with me or on the ship at all times."

You felt yourself slump a bit at her words. It's not that you didn't want to be with Vi, but you were eager to explore and for a week, you were sure a lot of her business would have to be handled alone. You nodded solemnly before Vi stopped, and lifted your chin with her finger so that your eyes met hers.

"Trust me, sweet girl, this is for your protection."

Gulping, you nodded again, and Vi placed a soft kiss on your lips before turning and continuing to the streets.

"I figure on the first day, why don't we go exploring a bit?" Vi smiled, looking over at you and you felt a smile stretch your cheeks.

"That would be awesome, girlfriend," you stated slyly, nudging her in the side. You both laughed before beginning your adventuring.

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A few days have passed, and you and Vi had done and seen a lot of fun things. When the morning came, you noticed the woman with the pink hair that you had become so fond of was sullen and serious.

"Goodmorning," you said casually. Vi turned to you from her position seated at the end of the bed and smiled slightly. It did not reach her eyes as she replied, "Good morning."

Feeling concerned, you got up and crawled over to Vi, who you noticed was wrapping her arms and hands in a familiar white bandage. Her fighting bandages. You weren't entirely sure what their purpose was as they were so thin. Realization flooded you suddenly, and you came to the conclusion that this was probably going to be the first 'stay on the ship' day. You sighed before crawling back to your spot on the bed and plopping down, causing it to shake. Vi looked back at you, her eyes trailing up and down your body.

"Gods, why are you even sexy in the morning," She groaned. "Although I want nothing more than to stay here and ravish you, I have to get to business. You'll have to stay on the ship today, (y/n)." She said this with a tone like a stern parent. You rolled your eyes before turning back over.

"I figured as much. Please, please be careful Vi," You pleaded. You still weren't entirely sure the dangers that lurked out there, and after seeing the huge toad man that you had heard Illaoi reference as Tahm Kench, nervousness failed to leave you.

"I have to be safe, or else who will protect you?" She replied, walking around the bed and leaning down to peck your lips. "I will see you this evening. I hope to return before nightfall."

"I'll see you later, then," You smiled, as Vi picked up a heavy looking bag you hadn't seen before and exited the room.

After her departure, the room felt a lot bigger and a lot quieter. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you decided to start sketching some of the things you had seen around the city. Although the place was scary and dark and dingy, you still thought it was interesting and intricate.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed. The ship was still and quiet, no sounds of gulls outside and the water seemed to pause its movement. You leaned up slightly from your position, perking your ears for any noise. Suddenly, a loud bang rang out overhead, as if something large had hit the top of the ship. The entire thing rocked, and you flinched out of your stillness. Abandoning your drawing of the docks and the large fish man, you got up quietly and quickly threw on Vi's jacket that you hadn't realized she had left.

Sneaking out of the room quietly as to not alert anything or anyone of your presence, you noticed heavy footsteps, almost wet sounding, slapping the top deck. You gulped, and before ascending the stairs shouts came from overhead.

"What the hell are you doing here, Kench?" you heard Stevie's muffled voice. He sounded angry, but you couldn't get past the name that he had addressed. Kench. As in Tahm Kench?

You stiffened at the steps, and slowly crept back down. You decided to go back to the room and climb into the armoire. You weren't entirely sure why, but you felt like you needed to hide. Luckily for your inquisitive mind, you could still hear the loud conversation occurring.

"I am here for the girl," You heard, presumably Tahm Kench, state plainly. Fear rocketed through you, and you suddenly had the urge to throw up. Gulping down the lump in your throat you continued listening to the few seconds of silence after his statement.

"Over my dead body, Demon," Stevie said. The sounds of a shuffle happened, before the loud bang of a gunshot rang out overhead. You flinched down and heard a lot of wet snapping sounds and a muffled scream. It didn't take a lot to realize that that had been Stevie screaming.

"Delicious," the voice said, before a loud belch shook the ship and then a slight evil sounding laugh. What the fuck?

The sounds of footsteps continued further away from you, towards the stairs of the ship. You continued to cower in the wardrobe, hearing the loud stomps descending the stairs. Covering your mouth with your hand, tears began dripping down your face.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

"Little girl, little girl, I need to talk to you," the deep, wet voice echoed throughout the halls. The footsteps had come to a stop, presumably right outside of your room. "Vi came to visit earlier, shame to say I didn't like the attitude she had for getting paid not to get eaten but rather to get me food." Another loud laugh echoed throughout the halls. "But now, I can smell her scent in this room. Since you're her girlfriend, it would be stupid of me to think you aren't in there. So, you must come out now or I will sink this ship entirely and you will not escape at all."

Weighing your options, you felt the blade Vi had given to you jabbing into the thigh of your leg and felt a stupid moment of bravery. If the being was so large from so far away, what would he be like up close? Could a knife even do any damage to him? You gulped again, and out of idiocy climbed out of your hiding place.

The first thing you noticed was that the door to the room had been opened, and the large green fiend was standing in the doorway. A sly huge smile appeared on his lips, revealing rows of sharp teeth before a slight laugh escaped his throat.

Very quickly you realized you had made a mistake after approaching him as a predators gaze locked onto your own.

His large mouth opened and engulfed you whole. You squirmed and screamed, and in the dim light seeping through the cracks of his lips you could swear you could make out the shape of finger lodged between two of his teeth.

After what felt like forever, your exhausted body was jerked around before being spit out of the cavernous mouth that you had been occupying. You landed with a thud on a hard stone ground, knocking the air out of your lungs. Gasping for breath, you looked wide eyed up at your capture in the dark room.

"Welcome home, prisoner," Tahm smiled again, before exiting and slamming a large iron bar door and leaving you laying on the cold wet ground.

You quickly felt around your slimy body and felt the slightest ping of relief when you felt your knife still connected to your side. Sighing, you picked yourself up from laying down and sat against the wall. You remembered Vi leaving in the morning, looking so sullen and defeated, and you began to cry.

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