#thunder is just a noise. it can't hit you. it can't hurt you

[lifewithoutrainydays]

thoughts on roman and remus: harbinger and herald

[erotica-ficx]

One Last Time

Pairing : FúckBuddy!Taehyung x Fem!Reader.

Genre : Friends with Benefits to Lovers au, Smut au.

Summary : Where it's your last time(?) with him...

Warning(s)! : (Lots of) Crying, spit-swallowing (brief), hitting it from the back + front, rough sex, brief mentions of veins, going at it raw, falling in love with your fúck buddy, hair pulling, harsh ass grabbing(?), voice kink (kinda), cunny-drunk Taehyung (he just loves to fúck you so much), messy makeouts, saliva licking/drinking(?), brief mentions of orgásm, cervix fúcking, brief mentions of screaming and neighbours, back scratching, throat grabbi/choking(kinda), etc. (basically possessive and hard dom!Taehyung).

Additional Warning(s)! : This one is fúcked up so read at your own risk.

Your hands clutch the soft pillow, teeth biting the thin fabric covering it, wetting it with your saliva and tears, tears of pain and pleasure.

Hushed whimpers and moans followed by your loud sobs reverberate in the bedroom, accompanied by the sound of skin-slapping and the sinful noises the man behind you lets out.

Along with the pleasure he is delivering you right now, he had also gifted you the worst pain of your life just moments ago with his words, before dragging you in the premises of your bedroom.

Well... honestly, you can't possibly blame him for him for it... If you were to be in his place, you would have selected your career over anything, including him, too.

The tears sliding down your cheeks didn't stop for a moment, spilling from your eyes like an open tap.

Knowing that this is the last time you can touch him, feel him, love him, the pain in your chest only increases with each passing second.

You knew for sure that it wasn't a good idea to fall in love with your fúck-buddy in the first place, but you just did. It was, of course, hard not to do something as simple as that, considering the fact that you both have been the bestest friends since childhood.

Even if you want to cage him, trap him in your arms, ask him to never leave you, to never hurt you, you know he has to, sooner or later.

You abruptly hiss when, out of the blue, his veiny hand tangles in your locks, fingers pulling on the roots in a fist as he pulls you up, buff and heaving chest colliding with your back.

"A-ah, T-Taehy-ung-ah-!" You cry out loud, tears brimming your eyes further as your scalp aches at the rough pull, quivering lips letting out the prettiest little cries and moans.

Hearing your magical, sweet little voice let out his name oh-so prettily only added fuel to the fire burning deep within him. A growl rumbles in his chest, the sound so deep it gives you shivers.

Gritting his teeth, his hips are quick to pick up their pace, slamming right into you, his grip on your hair tighter than ever, your head tilted back from the pull as you cry out from the burning pain in your scalp.

The grip his other hand had on your buttcheek tightened, to which you're sure there would be his deep handprints on your delicate skin by the time he's done with you, and the thought itself makes you wonder if he'll be done any sooner.

"F-Fúck, you're so w-warm." He hissed, a thunderous groan rumbling in his chest, eyelids falling shut as pleasure runs through his veins, head falling back with a deep moan.

Abruptly leaving your your ass, his hand travels up your spine to grab your chin, the light brushes of his fingertips on your skin lingering as his fingers slide down to grab your chin in a tight grip.

Forcing your head back for your quivering little dazed, teary orbs to meet his, his lips come down on yours in a harsh and rough manner, claiming your lips aggressively in an oh so delicious manner.

Shoving his tongue past your lips, his wet, thick snake-like muscle enters your mouth, making your breath hitch as he shoves it down your throat, exploring, marking every corner as his.

Your small, trembling grip on the white satin sheets tightens, pulling on it as if your life depends on it.

His girth rams in and out of you at an almost animalistic pace, the force from his thrusts so harsh as his skin slaps against your bruised buttocks, making your quivering eyes burn with tears.

His length continues abusing your g-spot, hitting and penetrating it over and over again as you let out those cute little muffled whimpers and cries that make his head soin, his mouth claiming yours in an overly messy manner, thick strings of saliva dripping down your chin as your sensitive little body jolts with each harsh thrust, crying out against his mouth as he harshly sucks your tongue.

After what felt like an eternity, his lips finally detach from your swollen and quivering ones with a loud smooch, letting his tongue run a thick, last swipe over your glossy, kiss-bitten lips and drenched chin, tasting your mixed saliva before finally letting his sweaty forehead come to rest against yours, your breathing harsh and rapid as you pant, breaths mingling together.

"a-ah- T-aehy-ung-ah- I-I- m-mhmph-! I-I lo-ve y-you-" The words slip past your quivering lips before you could even stop them, the urge to just let out your bottled up feelings for him on it's peak.

And the moment you let out those three, simple yet life-changing words, the reality hits you hard, taking you out of your daze and swiping you right off of your feet as your heart thumps louder against your chest, beating in your ears.

You expected him to stop or say something, maybe... feel shocked or disappointed by your sudden confession of love to him, your fúck buddy?

But it's you who ends up feeling the same latter emotion as the tables are quick to turn on you.

And before you know it, a harsh grip on your waist flips you over, your back hitting the soft mattress with a 'thump', your eyes wider than ever with your heart drumming in your ears.

And before you even get to utter a word or sound, an ear-piercing scream leaves your mouth when he thrusts back into you with full force, the only error being, he entered the wrong hole, without any prep.

But to your luck and worry for the neighbours who must be going through the trauma of being forced to listen to your heated passion, his lips are quick to crash down on yours, cutting off the delicious scream mid-way, any other sweet sound getting muffled as well.

The moan that travels from your mouth to reverberate in his eventually gets swallowed by him, and his hips snap against yours once again, the skin-slapping noises deafening as they reverberate in the room, accompanied by your erotic noises, his girth rubbing all the perfect spots with in your guts, the strokes so delicious and mouth-watering as his length grazes your contracting walls oh so perfectly.

Another eternity passes by when his lips finally detach from yours, only after making sure that he made you swallow a handful of his saliva deep down your throat, he lets you gasp for air, decorated chest heaving rapidly with harsh pants and flushed cheeks.

"Fúck b-baby, say it o-nce agai-n." He rasps over your lips, chocolate eyes boring deep into yours, the eye-contact so deep and intense it causes shivers to run down your spine, hands instinctively latching onto his back as you run your manicured nails up on them, leaving behind deep crescent pathways that have him groaning, his hips stuttering as they try to keep up their pace.

The sight of your oh so pretty figure spread out deliciously under him for him and him alone, making shivers go down his own spine as his hips slam into yours.

"I-I l-love yo-u T-Tae, I-love you- a-hh- l-ove y-ou s-so m-uch-" Tears blur your vision as you finally let out those words which you've been craving to say for a century now, your heart finally feeling lighter as if a weight was just lifted off of your shoulders.

Following your words, the chuckle that rumbles in his throat is deep, almost like a growl, the new glint of mischief in his eyes making your body shiver under his as his face leans dangerously close to yours, hot breath fanning your lips as your quivering orbs look into his chocolate brown ones, hips never losing their pace.

"I love you, too, baby. I. Love. You. So. Fúcking. Much." He lets out a throaty groan, a deep, gut-penetrating thrust following his each word that he let out with force as his eyes fall shut fir a brief moment, as if savouring the feeling of being wrapped deliciously by your pretty walls as they suck him in deeper after his own confession, his actions knocking all the breath out of your lungs as your thighs quiver around his torso, orgásm building quick.

Sliding your hands up his shoulders, you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer, teary orbs meeting his as his eyelids flutter open at your loving action, staring back into your oh so pretty orbs with a dark desire swirling deep within his own.

Your lips meet his in a soft and quick manner, peppering his lips with soft, sweet little pecks, the pressure making butterflies erupt is your own belly along with his.

"P-pleas-se do-n't l-leave m-e..." You stutter out between your kisses, your cries turning into hiccups, body shuddering under his with your approaching orgásm. He lets out a grunt, eyes turning a shade darker as they look into your pleading ones.

"I won't, I'll never leave you." His voice comes out deep and husky, lips landing on your forehead to leave a soft kiss behind, as if reassuring you.

Your trembling fingers tangle in his hair, lightly pulling on the ends of the soft locks as the knot in your lower abdomen tightens, his constant pounding bringing you closer and closer to your climax, driving you insane.

His right hand, with veins pulsing and bulging out on the outer skin to make your breath hitch as always, moves from beside your head to travel up your shoulder, tracing the soft skin in his path with his fingertips before eventually wrapping itself around your throat, grip tight enough to partially cut off your air flow.

Your breath hitches, blood rushing straight to your head before his plump lips come down on your cheek, nibbling on the chubby flesh to leave behind his mark before going down to plant a chaste kiss right below your ear, his warm and heavy breath fanning your skin, making goosebumps arise on your shuddering body.

"And now that I know that you love me back, I'll never let you stay away from me for a single moment. You're mine now, you always were. Mine to love and mine to ruin." His words are sincere and deep, a promise that tells you he won't ever back down from his words, lips grazing your earshell as a smirk appears on his plump lips, a dark glint in his orbs.

"Gonna mark this pretty little body of yours as my territory so everyone knows whom it belongs to."

edited and longer version of another one of my Instagram smuts! original version is present on my Instagram account with the same title!

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[logictoinsanity]

Do you ever think about Logan being terrified of thunder and fireworks (too proud to ever ever admit it, of course he's not scared of shit) both because of PTSD from the wars and also because his enhanced hearing makes those sounds 100x louder for him than anyone else.

And how he's always been shut out and alone so it was easy to hide it and hide away until it's gone but now he's living in a tiny apartment with Wade so there's no way to keep avoiding it

WELL NOW I HAVE

And you're so fucking right, he'd never want to admit that he's scared of thunder storms and fireworks of all things, he's the fucking wolverine, he's seen things regular people can't even imagine, and he's scared by the fucking weather??

He tries so god damn hard every time to just be okay and power through it, he knows it can't hurt him, but every time no matter how prepared he is and how hard he tries, with the first crash hes spiralling, it feels like someone shot a gun right next to his face, his ears are ringing and his head starts hurting and he looks around and all he can see are trenches and guns and the dead bodies of his fellow soldiers. Before Wade, he'd always just find somewhere to hunker down and wait it out, pretty much in a constant state of flashbacks and panic attacks until it finally stopped.

This is just me projecting but I feel like Logan would feel safest in small spaces where he can shove himself into a corner, so he knows no one can sneak up on him, so he spent a lot of stormy nights and fourth of Julys shoved into the closest of a shitty motel.

I also think that it reminds him of the night the X-Men died, like most things do. He'd run off to go drink himself into a coma at a nearby bar, and a storm picked up while he was there. He didn't think anything of it at the time, but later realized that it had probably been Orroro's last attempts to save herself and her friends. He blames himself for not thinking of that at the time, just one more reason to hate himself.

But then he moves in with Wade, and it doesn't occur to him at first to even worry about it, so much happened so fast, storms and fireworks were pretty low on his list of concerns with a whole new universe.

Luckily, Wade isn't home when the storm hits, neither is Althea. Unluckily, Wade returns about 30 minutes after. He almost thinks Logan went out, since he isn't in his usual spot on the couch, or anywhere else for that matter, until Wade goes into the bedroom and hears the tiniest shifting sound coming from the closet.

Logan freezes when the door opens. He'd been hoping Wade would stay out until after the storm, but when did Logan ever get a lucky break? For a solid ten seconds, it's silent, Wade staring down at Logan, Logan remaining squished in the back corner of the closet, knees to his chest, looking like he can't decide whether he wants to stab Wade through the skull or bolt out of the apartment into the rain.

Wade opens his mouth to say..something, he hadn't actually figured out what yet but it didn't matter because before he got the chance there was another crack of thunder, and Logan jolted like the lightening had hit him square on his head. His eyes went distant and dark like they did when he just woke up from a nightmare and he slammed his hands over his ears, pressing his face into his knees. Wade felt kind of stupid, once he realized what was going on, of course Mr. Logan every-war-ever Howlett would have a problem with noises like that.

Wade panics, for a second, because scared of not, this is still Logan, and he's well aware of how Logan tends to feel about being caught in a vulnerable position, but then he sees Logan's hand shaking, and hears a sound that if he didn't know any better (he doesn't) he'd call a whimper (it was), and his heart just shatters, he can't stand seeing Logan this afraid, so he quickly steps into the closet and closes the door behind him. The closet is hardly big enough for one grown man to crouch in, much less two, but Logan is clearly in no state to leave, so Wade shoves himself into the corner between Logan and the door, careful not to lress up against him incase the touch is to overwhelming.

At this point, Logan has recovered slightly from the most recent crash of thunder, and he lifts his head, though he still won't look at Wade. He wants to be angry, mad at Wade for catching him like this, he wants to scowl and tell him to fuck off and leave him alone, but he's been panicking for thirty minutes now, flashing back with every clap of thunder, slowly starting to calm down only to be yanked right back into his own mind when it happens again, he's exhausted and just doesn't have the energy, so he just sighs, swallowing thickly to try and stop his voice from shaking and grumbling something about how he's fine, it's just loud, Wade can go about his day and he'll be out in a bit.

Wade honestly only understands about half of what he says, between the mumbling and the shaky voice and the storm outside, but he's sure as hell not gonna leave Logan to deal with this alone, and besides, the closet isn't to bad, kinda cozy once you give it a chance, and hey what're the odds they have a closet big enough for this in such a shitty apartment anyway? pretty plot convenient if you ask him. He ends up telling Logan all of this, partly to reassure him he doesn't mind but mostly to buy time while he figures out what to do. After a moment he lets out a quiet gasp and stands up, assuring Logan he'll be right back. Logan just nods and puts his head back on his knees, resigned to his fate of riding out his PTSD episode stuffed into a closet with fucking Deadpool.

Wade comes back a minute later with a small assortment of items in his arms, shuffling to sit back down. First, he sets down a small electric candle that he had laying around for some reason, because even if Logan can see in the dark closet, he can't, and he explains as much as he turns it on and the soft, warm light fills the space. Wade's heart breaks just a little more now that he can see Logan better, the way his whole body is shaking with every breath, the tear tracks covering his face, some dry, some fresh, but he does his best not to make to big a deal out of it and moves on.

I'm gonna put something on your head now, Peanut. You trust me? Wade asks, trying to keep his voice low and even.

No. Logan grumbles in response, but he leans towards Wade just slightly, and Wade places his gaming headset over Logan's ears. Logan pauses, evaluating, before giving a small nod and relaxing ever so slightly. He can still hear the storm, but it's better. Wade grins, trying desperately to keep his cool as he shows Logan the rest of his items. He brought a bag of Logan's favorite chips, a water bottle, and a bottle of whiskey.

They spend the next hour and a half in that closet together, alternating between Wade talking (much more quiet and restrained than usual) and Logan nodding occasionally in response, to out of it to say much but appreciating the distraction nonetheless and, with every crack of thunder, Logan panicking, and Wade doing his best to keep him tethered to reality.

It still sucks, storms probably always will for Logan, but it's better, and when the storm finally ends Wade leads him out of the closet, and he doesn't make a big deal out if it (like Logan feared), He doesn't make fun of him or think less of him, he gets it. And damn it if that doesn't make Logan feel more cared for and understood than he has in years, maybe ever, even if that fact alone pisses him off to no end.

[diazsdimples]

Hiiii James 💕💕💕💕

buddie + Why are you even here?

-❤️🪐

Hi Saturn!! I hope this is what you were looking for!

"Why are you even here?"

Eddie flinches at the ice in Buck's tone. It's not like he's never heard Buck angry before - there's been plenty of times where Buck's anger has been displayed, but always directed towards others. Never at him.

Eddie licks his lips and wills his mouth to work. It's hot out here, hotter than the hallway in Buck's apartment usually is. Eddie dimly wonders if he's coming down with a fever.

"Can- can I come in?" he asks tentatively. He clutches at his fingers, twisting them together in a way that's uncomfortable enough that it gives him something else to focus on besides the way his heart is thundering in his chest.

Buck stares at him, eyes dark and unreadable, his body language radiating an energy that makes Eddie's stomach twist into knots. He's got one foot braced in the door, leaning against the door jamb. Eddie feels trapped in the doorway, like a rabbit caught in a snare, waiting for the final blow to kill it.

He thinks Buck is going to say no, and honestly, Eddie wouldn't blame him. He's the last person Buck probably wants to see.

Except then, Buck steps aside, allowing Eddie to shuffle his way into the apartment. He shuts the door behind Eddie and the click of the lock engaging is louder than a gunshot in the otherwise silent apartment.

"I-"

Eddie stops, unsure of how to go about saying everything that he wants to. He's got no clue where to start, or if Buck even wants him to talk. Eddie just knows he needs to apologize, and explain, and beg for forgiveness if that's what it takes to get Buck back in his life.

Buck leans against the kitchen island and raises his eyebrows. He's waiting, waiting to see if Eddie will grovel, get down on his knees and plead Buck to forgive him. And he would, too. He's not beyond doing anything if it means he gets his Buck back.

But he hurt him. Eddie hurt Buck with his words, and he doesn't know how Buck could ever forgive him for it. He wanted to take them back the moment they'd left his mouth, hanging in the air like a poisonous gas. He'd watched Buck's face crumple, the light leave his body, and Eddie felt like he was going to throw up because it was him that did that to Buck.

"I was hoping we could talk," he finally manages. Buck drops his head and lets out a dry, derisive chuckle, and Eddie feels like all the air has been sucked from his lungs.

"What more is there to say?" Buck demands. "You were pretty clear earlier."

"I wasn't - I didn't - please, if you'd just let me explain-"

"Why? There's nothing to explain, Eddie, why should I listen to-"

"Because I love you!"

It's bursting from him before he can stop it, exploding from his chest with all the force of a tsunami, the words crashing through the space between them, and Buck recoils as though he's been physically hit.

"You - what?"

Eddie runs a hand through his hair, clutching at the strands and pulling. The gentle sting is enough to centre him, to give him a moment to focus and breathe, and figure out what the fuck he's going to say next.

"I love you, Buck," he repeats. "A-and I know what I said earlier. I panicked. I've never - I haven't ever, you know, been with a man or even considered that as a possibility before you, and I've spent years trying to convince myself that you didn't want me. That I wasn't good enough for you, or that I was too broken for you."

Buck lets out a wounded noise in the back of his throat at that, and Eddie can see tears threatening to spill over. His own throat is tight, making his voice high and constricted, but he presses on. He needs Buck to hear this. Tentatively, he takes a step forward, slowly closing the gap between them.

"A-and then you asked me out, and I was so scared, Buck! Because what if we tried this and you realised that I wasn't right for you, or my relationship trauma was too much for you, or something happened and we broke up. Because I can't lose you, Buck. You and Chris - you're everything to me. I can't live a life without you by my side, as my best friend or as my partner. So you asked me out and I - I panicked. I said no because I didn't want to fuck this up with you and then lose you. And I thought - I thought that maybe I could live with you angry at me but still my friend more than I could live knowing what it would be like to have you, but to never experience it again."

It's silent now. Buck stares at him with wide, glistening eyes, and Eddie feels like his skin is crawling with nerves. He's laid himself bare here, in front of Buck, bared his soul and his love and every deep, intimate part of him he'd hoped to hide, and now all he can do is hope that it was enough. That he wasn't too late.

Buck lets out a shuddering breath, and his shoulders slump. He looks exhausted, and Eddie wants nothing more than to reach out and hold him. But he can't. Not until Buck says something, and Eddie can find out if this is fixable or if he's already lost the most important person in his life.

"Eds," Buck sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're the biggest self-sacrificing idiot on the planet, you know that?"

"Yeah," Eddie laughs wetly, "so I've been told."

Buck takes a step towards him, and then another, until there's barely a foot between them. He can feel Buck's breath ghosting over his face, and there's something in his eyes that Eddie can't quite pick out. But he doesn't look angry. He looks... sad? Hopeful, maybe.

"You're more than enough for me," Buck whispers, reaching out to cup Eddie's face. Eddie sighs shakily as Buck's thumb strokes over his cheekbone, and he leans into the touch, his throat tightening as he fights back tears of his own.

"You always have been. And you would never lose me. I-I'm not going anywhere, Eddie. Because I love you too. I have done for years. You and Chris, you're my family. My life. So I would never let anything happen that would jeopardise that. Sure, we might have fights. It might be messy, b-but that's what relationships are, right? So we - we'd work it out together. "

Buck crooks a finger under Eddie's chin and tilts his head up, forcing eye contact. His thumb brushes over Eddie's lower lip, and Eddie lets out a shuddery breath.

"If - if you really don't want to, if you think we'd be better off as friends that's fine, I just -"

"No!" Eddie cuts in. It takes him by surprise but he's damned if he's going to fuck this up again. "No, I don't want that. I'm sorry I said I did, I'm sorry that I hurt you. I want you, Buck. Fuck, I need you."

Buck's hand slips from Eddie's chin and curves around the back of his neck, pulling him close until their foreheads rest against each other.

"Jesus Christ, Eddie, you can't just say things like that." His other hand comes up to cup Eddie's jaw, stroking over the days worth of stubble he's grown. "Can I - can I kiss you? Please?"

Eddie nods frantically, unable to get any words out past the lump in his throat, and then Buck is kissing him, his lips sliding against Eddie's and oh.

Oh.

The world tilts on its axis, spinning rapidly around him as everything he's ever known or believed crumbles, only to be rebuilt anew. It's just Buck's lips against his own, nothing more, and yet it feels like the whole universe is crashing into place. Like his entire life, everything he's gone through, the struggles, the pain, the loss, has led him to this exact moment.

The hand at the back of his neck slips up and tangles in his hair, holding him firmly in place, and Eddie lets out a quiet whimper, the sound swallowed up by Buck's mouth against his.

And then Buck pulls away, and Eddie's eyes snap open, a whine catching in his throat, until he sees the look on Buck's face. It's full of love and adoration and awe, and it takes Eddie's breath away.

"We're okay?" he breathes, and Buck nods, his bottom lip trembling. "I-I'm so sorry I hurt you, Buck. Can you forgive me?"

"Of course, Eddie. I will always forgive you, no matter what," Buck assures him.

"Can I kiss you again?"

"Please."

Eddie was such an idiot if he ever thought he could live without this. His best friend, his Buck, by his side forever. Because this is where they belong. They were made to be together, and this solidifies it. He will never let Buck go again. Not as long as they both live.

[ellieslittleburrow]

Motorcycle accident

Summary : Requested by @a-lil-bit-nuts : could i request reader getting into a motorcycle accident and sam and dean freaking out when she calls them crying because her leg got banged up and she's in pain.

Warnings : road accident, mentions of blood and a little panic attack

A/N : 💀 this has also been in my drafts since day one so i literally had to force myself to post or else it wouldn't be posted-ever ahahahaha

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It is said that riding a motorcycle is like flying. When you're at high speed, the scenery gets blurry and all you can think of is staying alive, somehow bringing serenity into your being, peace of mind, a bit of quiet.

You could not relate to that at the moment, as you found yourself sliding along with the bike all the way the sidewalk, the edge of the latter forcing the bike and your own body to a stop.

Cold and adrenaline rush through your body....it's....so cold-your back....cold and-you just-you- accident...

Phone.

You tug into your pocket and through the shaking hands dial Sam's number. Dean never answers. Sam answers instantly.

"Hey honey." His tone is sweet and confident.

"Sammy i-i-my leg is-i got into-i-" You stutter, waiting for a response but instead all you get is lots of noise, indicating swift moves. "Sammy?"

"I'm coming to you, honey. I'm coming. We're on our w-"

On Sam's side, papers suddenly fly at the speed of his mouvement.

"DEAN" He growls, heading straight for his brother's room. "DEAN" He doesn't bother to knock, too tense to think- "She-Sh-she's been in an accident."

The realization hits Dean like thunder and his whole face contorts before he jumps off the bed. "What-no-where is she?"

The older brother asks, his hands frantically searching for the keys. His swift motions doing him no good, only freaking him out furthur.

"DEAN!" Sam snaps him out of his thoughts and Dean notices the keys in his brother's hands.

As they both head for the door, Sam dials his sister's number. "Come on, baby. Pick up." He pleads...whoever. And when a puff emits from his lips, Dean understands that the ringing died.

"Try it again." The latter orders, a faint hint of hope in his voice. He couldn't tell though, if it was hope or desperation. His little sister not answering instantly means that something bad has happened. That's always been the case with Dean. Ever since he got her a phone. "Always have it by your side, i can't call you and have you not answer." A phrase she's heard and fought about a million times.

And just when his fist hits the steering wheel, her little voice comes over Sam's phone. It's faint, causing Dean to snatch the phone from his brother's hand.

"Kid, where are you-are you okay" The oldest of the family swallows the knot in his stomach, directly asking the question to avoid shuddering in front of his younger siblings.

"Deeeean" Your voice follows the evident heaving of your chest. "It h-h-urts so much. Please-I don't want to be here alone-i'm-it hurts so badly." You freely sob and Dean holds his breath in, swallowing the ache penetrating through his heart. His baby is in so much pain and he-

"Dean!" Dean swiftly turns his head to the side, eyeing the wide eyed Sam sitting beside him. "Drive, man! We have to get to her."

the hunter starts the car, handing the phone to his brother. "Put in on speaker." He orders his younger brother, heading to nowhere still.

"Honey, where are you-we're coming to get you-we're on our way-just tell us where you are"

Both men grimace at the noise around her, the blabbbering and the-

"I'm so scared. Please hurry-i'm only a couple of minutes away-it's right next to the gas station we always go to-"

"I see her!" Enthousism breaks Sam's voice when he spots a crowd and a bike, his heart sinking at the thought of what's hiding behind. "Honey we're here-Don't hang up"

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You didn't know which was more painful, the actual burning in your leg or the suffocating feeling caused by the crowd envelopping every inch of your space. You internally thank the tingling wetness in your eyes because it caused enough blurriness that people turned into faceless figures.

As a guy hoists you up. And consequently the road ahead starts to emerge and two familiar figures appear to be running towards you. You blink your tears away-they're here!

They're finally here.

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Lil nuts, i hope this isn't too dramatic and i hope this is what freaking out is to you. Kisses to you and thank you again for the request! ❤️❤️❤️🥀🥀🥀

[danikamariewrites]

hello, I don't want to be annoying but could you please write a Azriel angst + comfort fic? Maybe something where his mate, the reader, was in a bad mood and is very mean to Azriel, so when he leaves she thinks that he's mad and never coming back and just spirals.

Hopefully Azriel shows up later with the reader's favorite things because I can't live without a little fluff after my heart breaks into a million pieces~

Pointless Fights

Azriel x reader

A/n: hi anon! You’re not annoying at all I love hurt/comfort Az

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, and some anxiety

You had been avoiding Azriel all morning since you woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Some days you were irrationally angry. It was nothing in particular, your hard days built up and you felt like you deserved to be mad sometimes.

You didn’t want to take it out on Azriel, he didn’t deserve to be the victim of your bad mood. Sitting in your little library reading was the best thing to do today. Especially since it was the perfect weather for it. A rough storm had made landfall in Velaris early this morning the thunder and lightning was so loud you jolted awake.

A knock sounded from the grand wooden door. You didn’t bother with a reply Azriel entered anyway. He came to sit next to you on the couch gently running his pointer finger along your shoulder. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you. You ok?”

You only gave him an unenthusiastic hum without looking up from your book. If you had looked up you would have seen Azriel’s concerned frown. His finger stopped and rested on your shoulder before you tilted away from his touch. Azriel wasn’t hurt by you shrugging away from his touch. He was too busy wracking his brain as to why you were in a bad mood.

Nothing happened last night at dinner. Unless he completely misinterpreted the conversation you and Nesta had as friendly. Cauldron save them if you and Nesta were fighting.

“Is it ok if I sit with you?” You nod still staring down at your book. Your eyes scanning the words but not fully comprehending them. Azriel leaned back into the couch propping his feet up on the coffee table to read over reports.

You were fine with him sitting with you for a while. Until his breathing and constant sighs were starting to grate on your brain. You kept giving him glares through your lashes that he didn’t notice. Azriel clears his throat and you hit your limit with noises.

Gripping your book tight you whip your head up making Azriel look at you. “Oh my gods! You are so loud! Can you please leave me alone, I want to be by myself please.” Azriel looked taken aback, blinking a few times. Azriel rises from the couch whispering a small ‘ok’ before leaving.

After a few minutes you hear the front door of the house shut. You jump up from the couch, rushing to see if Azriel really left the house. Looking out the window next to the front door you see Azriel’s wings flapping in the distance, carrying him toward the city.

“Fuck,” your fist lightly thumps against the glass. You didn’t mean to snap at him. There was definitely a nicer way to say you wanted to be alone. You slightly started to panic as your anxious thoughts took over. What if he never came back? What if you pushed him away this time and he stops talking to you?

You started pacing around the house biting at your nails. You needed a distraction. During your mindless wandering you found yourself in the kitchen. That’s what you’ll do! Bake his favorite cookies. That fixes everything.

In the middle of your baking frenzy you shivered. Deciding you miss the feel of Azriel you head to the bedroom and slip on your favorite hoodie of his.

Over an hour later Azriel entered the house. The scent of his favorite chocolate chip cookies penetrating his nose. Walking into the kitchen he finds you sitting at the table with the cookie plated in front of you. Your leg was bouncing rapidly under the table.

You look up at him with sad, apologetic eyes pushing the plate toward him. Azriel places the shopping bags he’s holding on the table as he sits next to you. He wraps his arm around you pulling your head to rest on his shoulder, playing with your hair. Leaving a soft kiss on your head he murmurs, “What’s wrong baby? I can tell it’s been a bad day.”

You let out a long sigh relaxing into his warmth. “I’m just in a bad mood. I just feel like being mad today. I’m sorry I yelled at you Az, I didn’t mean to.” Azriel wrapped his other arm around you to pull you into a loving embrace. “It’s ok y/n, I understand I have those days too.”

You climb into Azriel’s lap and tuck your face into the side of his neck. “I made you apology cookies.” Your voice comes out muffled. His chest shakes from laughter. “I got you some stuff to cheer you up.” You pick your head up to meet his loving gaze. “Really?”

Azriel drags the bags closer and turns you so your facing the table. As he munches on a cookie you pull out the first gift, it was the newest romance book you’d been meaning to get. You look at Azriel with a surprised face and he gestures for you to keep going. New pens, sticky tabs for taking notes, and a few bookmarks. Opening the next bag you find a new oversized pink hoodie.

“I thought you’d be comfy in that while reading. And I noticed all your pens were out of ink so I thought I’d get you the fun ones.” He smiles down at you. You stand pulling him with you and tightly wrap your arms around his middle. “Thank you Azzy. I love it.”

tags: @rigelus @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

[thunder-opossum]

I Have a Proposition

-by thunder-wolf64

Cw for Hunter spoilers, rot, and Enot being anatomically odd.

Hunter back flipped over the yellow lizard, throwing her spear in mid flight down into the lizard's spine. It roared in pain as it was pinned to the ground. Hunter quickly scampered along. Time is running out, the rain will be here soon, and I need to eat, she thought. She assessed the area to see if there were any more threats around. That lizard will be dead soon, I can eat and make it to a shelter.

Seeing only a few other threats around, Hunter quickly ran back over to the now dead lizard. She tore chunks of flesh from the body, trying to eat as fast as possible as she felt her internal clock ticking, every second counts.

A buzzing sound came from a pipe seconds before a centiwing burst out, its green body sparking. "Iterators above-" she cursed as she dove for the nearest spear. Grabbing the weapon in her right paw she turned and threw the spear, despite not taking a lot of time to aim, it his spot on. The bugs' exoskeleton crunched as the spear flew through its body. Hunter didn't have time to celebrate her amazing skills when a bunch more lizards came to investigate the noise.

Hunter started running again and dived into a pipe. With amazing speed and accuracy she maneuvered the land, jumping and climbing poles that were slick with rain, avoiding pole plants, and making it to safety. She breathed hard as she finally dropped into the shelter. Rain splattered beneath her feet, rain had already started to fill the room before the doors closed. she groaned and defeatedly laid down. Her body hurt, but not just from running around all day. She let herself fall into hibernation before she could dwell on her affliction for too long.

* * *

Every cycle was harder for her. As her eyes opened she could feel something moving under her skin, bubbling up as painful sores. It left X shaped wounds across her orange fur. With a few deep breaths, she hauled herself out of the den and painfully stretched her muscles and skin. An eggbug scrambled around the room at the sight of Hunter. She didn't bother trying to catch it. She's more likely to end up hurting herself in her already rough condition. Your lucky cycle, bug-

She jumped slightly as a spear burst the big, sending it's eggs flying around the room. She looked for the source, her good eye landed on a strange creature. A slugcat, but something was terribly wrong with it. I can't really judge, she reminded herself. "Get outta' that corner," Her voice rasped.

The slugcat smiled, "You not feeling well? An eggbug is an easy meal for someone under your circumstances." It picked up a blue egg and popped it in its mouth, swallowing whole. "You should eat anyways." It picked up another egg and tossed it at Hunter.

But she just stood there, the egg hit her on the snout and dropped back onto the ground. "If all you're here to do is chat, I'm afraid I don't have the time to spare." She took a few steps towards the same tunnel she came through last cycle.

"Yeah, it seems you used up all your spare time falling to your death." The slugcat stepped nearer. "Your journey will do more than kill you."

Hunter hissed, realizing that this scug is too knowledgeable. "Who are you? Did NSH send you to replace me?"

"I'm Enot, and I'm here to motivate you! For once I actually want you to try and finish your journey." Enot chuckled to itself. "I know you're planning to go to Five Pebbles. I'm here to tell you that you don't have time, he can't help you. Not when you die before you can reach his front door."

"So you're saying I should just take the short cut?" Hunter says confused.

'"Spot on! You have just enough days to do what you need to. You stray from that path, and there's no guarantee you'll make it on time."

Hunter is skeptical, "Why should i-"

"-You don't have time to hesitate, you don't have time to go to FP. You know it." Enot's tone becomes unusually blatant. "Go now. Go run to Moon. Your cycles are getting shorter."

"I think-"

"Stop. Go. Time is running out." Enot did not let up. Although it may seem like Enot is being helpful, it knows that Hunter will succumb to the rot, sure, she'll get the neuron to Moon, but that's all Enot needed.

Hunter goes quiet. She knows she can't argue, she knows what she needs to do. She stares for a few more seconds before diving into the pipe, continuing her mission.

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Hunter will become Hunter Long Legs.

[erenjaegerwifee]

Red, Anger

Colors of Pandora: Day 1

Paring: Aonung x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Warnings: angst, murder, suicide, explicit language, Neteyam cries a lot

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I believe this may be a very triggering fic for some people it does include details of murder, killing and suicide. If you are uncomfortable reading these things I suggest you do not interact or bother reading. I don’t wish to make anyone uncomfortable with my work thank you✨

Your mate Aonung, has been extremely busy of late training the new comers, the Sullys. You admire how much effort he puts into teaching them; it makes you think about how good of a father he would you. Now that your daughter has arrived you couldn't wait to watch your family grow with the love of your life by your side. But all things come to an end, right?

You question yourself in this moment. Standing in front of your own mauri, rain pouring down you hold your baby to your chest shielding her from the rain but you do not open the flap. You stand frozen at the sounds that come from inside, the whimpers and cries you hear from inside your mauri, the one you share with only one other person, your husband.

What confuses you though is not that fact that you hear noises, its that you know it isn't just your husband making them, its someone else too. How do you even go about dealing with this situation. Your mind runs a mile a minute as you pull the flap slowly, quietly walking onto your welcome mat that sits right by the door.

You gasp quietly at the sight in front of you but it is apparently drowned out by the rain and noises that are coming out of their mouths. There on your sleeping mat that over the years you've adorned with soft pillow and fluffy blanket lays your husband and another man.

You know him, you've met him, invited him or dinner at your home, let him hold your daughter when she was just born, allowed him access to your life and he lays under your husband. Neteyam Sully.

'How does this even happen?' you question your sanity watching them not even stop. They didn't even realize you walked in, too caught up in each other.

You put your sleeping daughter in her bassinet that sits next to the cooking area where you had it this morning. Your skin was wet, your hair stuck to it your body as you took in the imagine in front of you, can't see either of their faces at the moment but you know who is who here, Neteyam's dark blue legs are thrown over your husband's shoulder toes curling as he's situated in between his legs. They're fucking.

Tears sting your eyes as you feel so many emotions run through you. Betrayal, hurt, but most Anger. How could he do this to you? Why didn't he just break up with you? Is this why he's been so busy lately? Is this where he disappears off to in the early mornings? And all those late nights how could he?

You step back your tail hits the table that him and Neteyam had built a few weeks ago, a beautiful glass vase sits on it, the one you put the flowers in that he picks for you. Without thinking you grab it and launch it at the bag of his head. The vase shatters into pieces on the floor and the mat. "WHAT THE FUCK AONUNG!" you scream loudly.

Your husband falls to the side of the mat holding the back of his head exposing Neteyam as he goes down. He looks directly at you panicked pulling one of your blankets to cover his naked frame. His mind defaults to Aonung even though you're standing in front of him fuming with anger.

He bends his body resting his hand on your husband's shoulder asking him if he's alright. 'Does he-are they in love or something?' You feel ticked off at the action even more than you already are. Aonung rubs the back of his head bringing to his face to observer the blood before looking up at the person who caused it, his wife.

"HOW COULD YOU?" you scream again, the rain outside pouring, thunder cracks loudly in the sky. "AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE FOR YOU! GIVEN TO YOU!" you scream your tail thrashed around knocking down stuff as it moves.

"Wait baby I-" he tries to explain himself. You cry in frustration and anger you want to kill him; you want to kill them both. "and you!" you point to Neteyam. "I opened up my house to you, I let you sit with us as a friend, as my friend! and you do this to me?!" you feel like you're going crazy watching him feel guilty for what he's done. "I'm Sorry-"

"OH, are you? are you really fucking sorry? what could have possible ever made you both even think about doing this? Neteyam you were there when Aonung welcomes his daughter, his first child into the world! HOW COULD YOU" you cry and scream at them.

You pick up a glass bottle that sits on the floor with a few others a throw it at them. The bottle hits the wall on top of the mat shatters falling onto their bodies, some of the sharp glass cut them but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

Then you remember, he has a gun. You run into the closet searching through the chest until you pull it out, you know how to use it he taught it, it's his fault. You match angrily back outside see Neteyam is now standing fully dressed with every intention of leaving.

You shoot the floor in front of his foot, "sit the fuck down, I'm not done taking" the anger coarsing through your body but your voice was errily calm. You daughter now awake crying from the earlier commotion. Aonung stands tall next to neteyam ready to talk you down but you don't give him a chance, you raise the gun pointing it at him letting them both know you have no intention of letting them get out of this.

"I'm giving you both one chance to explain what the fuck! is happening here" you say again your voice feels raw, you have tear streaks down your cheeks. You ignore your daughter's cry for you as all your attention is focused on the men in front of you.

Neteyam looks down guilt feeling bad, Aonung notices and places a hand on his back. You look at them both with such hatred, showing affection like this right in front of you? You scoff looking up at the ceiling, the gun drops to your side still in your hand as you wait for someone to start explaining.

They can tell your on edge with this whole situation, "I..." Neteyam starts grabbing your attention. "We were drinking," he begins to mumble, "It was the time we went hunting and got stranded, it was late at night, and-"

"SPEAK UP!" you hiss at him, pacing back and forth in front of them.

He stops, recalling his thoughts before continuing, "we were alone and we just had too much to drink" He glanced at Aonung before looking back at you. "Wait- you don't have to do this" you heard your husband say softly making you hiss in disbelief.

"Excuse me dearest, you do have to explain I wanna seriously know how the fuck this started cause I was under the fucking impression my husband knew I expected him to be loyal to me. AND AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN THROUGH WITH YOU" you felt like your life was falling apart, because it was.

Tears sting your eyes, "after all of the pressure I took on to ease yours, after all the pain I went through birthing your daughter, this is how you repay me? This is what I get after all these years?" your tears fall freely as you speak to them, "so I think it's my god given fucking right to know why you would do this"

They both look at you with guilt in their eyes, "we got drunk and fucked and after that I couldn't stop thinking about him...I couldn't just let him go. That was a few weeks ago right before you gave birth." Aonung finally for the first time spoke up about the situation.

You scoff, what. the. fuck. "So, are you two like? in love now? all this time have you been together behind my back? this is just sex?" as you speak you wave the gun back and forth.

They both nod their heads, "yea um..I like him a lot" Neteyam speaks up so softly you almost didn't hear him and you watch them look at each other with such love, the kind of loving look Aonung used to give you. Your feel unbelievably furious, how do you even go about getting over this? How does your husband leave you and your new born child for another man.

"What about your daughter? what about your family Aonung?" you look directly at him. "You're acting like we won't be around-"

"I'm sorry, we? who's we? you and him?"

Aonung sat quietly holding onto Neteyam as if they were both about to lose their lives, well they were.

You walk up to your daughter's bassinet watching her wail, "paysyul, your father does not care for us anymore, he cares for this- for this man, I'm sorry but, I can't take care of you alone. I don't want to" the rage you feel is unlike anything you've ever experienced, it clouds your judgement. You are not in your right mind., but you still bend your body giving her a sweet kiss in her perfect head, you know this only ends one way.

You don't even process enough before turning your body back to them immediately shooting Aonung on his dick. He screamed loudly in pain bringing his hands down to hold himself and Neteyam screamed in fear as he watched, they definitely didn't expect this. "You wanna cheat? fuck him now Aonung, TRY FUCKING HIM NOW" you laugh manically watching them cry at your feet in front of you.

The anger doesn't diminish one bit as you laugh, not satisfaction came from shooting him. It wasn't enough. Without another thought you raise the gun again and Neteyam throws his body over Aonung shielding him from the bullets that were about the rain on them. The action makes you laugh more, "aww nete don't worry the next bullet isn't for him."

You shoot Neteyam on his side making him hiss in pain, his hands immediately fall to cover the wound as he bleeds out on your sleeping mat. He's panting heavily along with your husband as they both lay bloodily together, "oh I'm not done, you not getting off that easily."

You walk over the the side of your mat wear lays Neteyam's knife, "remember nete, you killed him, you killed my husband when you decided to crawl in bed with him" Though Neteyam was in pain, he still tries to stop you as you walk over to Aonung and pierce his skin with the sharp knife, straight into the heart. His body drops lifelessly on the floor as you pull it out stabbing him all over his chest and abdomen screaming at his dead body.

Neteyam cries and cries as he watches you kill the love of his life, he knows he's bleeding out and he can't stop it. When you're finished the knife sticks out of Aonung's bloody body and you turn your head to a dying Neteyam, he whimpers at the pain and the heartbreak he feels but you don't, you just feel angry.

you walk over to Neteyam putting the gun in his hand, raising it up to under your neck and looking at him. Taking his dying breath, he watches you rest your finger down over his on the trigger, "This is all your fault, is you had stayed in your dying fucking clan this wouldn't have happened, I would have a family. Its. Your. Fault." you press you finger down on his effective killing yourself blood splatters onto the wall behind you as he takes his last breath fall limp with the other two dead bodies in the room.

No one finds the bodies until after the storm has ended, they walk into a blood bath hearing your baby crying. No one will ever know how this happened but what's important to you is that no one will ever cheat on you again.

✨ This my first time writing part of an event! Please let me know if u like it or if not I understand. I do not condone cheating in any way but I feel like I got my message across with the emotion I was going for.

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

Send to the mha omegaverse ch.4

Breed breed breeding.

Ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 A03

Every chapter will be posted on thursday ❤️

Breed breeding breeding… was in my mind as I followed shigaraki’s scent, I couldn't stop myself as my body was following the sweet citrus scent.

I ran towards it like a hound dog chasing after a prey as I suddenly stopped at the door in front of me.

I can smell it, I slowly grab the door knob but stopped immediately as I hear the loud growl coming inside.

“ omega, I'm warning you . . . Don't open the door. ” I hear Shigaraki's voice, it's faint and quiet but I can feel his alpha aura in my bones as I begin to smile. I want him and it's been weeks I'm not gonna let this go, my omega mind telling me to head inside and have his puppies.

I turned the knob to realize it wasn't locked but the strong musk smell hit in my nose immediately as I must have cost his rut to start early as I saw him in bed as he growl deeply and humping the sheets.

“ alpha… I want you… I only want you and no one else, do you understand me! ” I chirp at him with hope as my slick juice slides down my legs.

In my old life, I was just a loser and didn't lose my virginity once that thunder hit me and sent me into the mha world… I have always been loyal to shigaraki, I always loved him when I first started watching my hero academia.

It was only him…. I fear tomura will hurt me since I disobey him.

His crimson eyes stare at me, it's a mix of emotions it's hard to describe what he feels as I stare at him.

He begins to smirk as he lets out a deep raspy laughter, it rattles my bones as I shiver with excitement and fear.

“ I can smell it… your heat… ” you watch his eyes dilating fast as he raises his body upwards as he smiles.

“ omega can't control yourself whenever you're around an alpha like me… but I can tell you were interested in me. Why? ” he tilts his head as he stare at me, I begin to feel my cheeks getting hot as I look down.. will he accept me if I'm not from this world.

“ Shigaraki, I'll have to tell you the truth… I'm not from this world, it's a long story but I don't belong there. "Tomura tilted his head confused but I can tell he was curious as he rose up from the bed as he looked at me.

“ Alpha shigaraki. You're probably thinking I'm crazy but in my old world everything… isn't like this. ” I move my hands around in his room as I begin to speak.

“ It's not cartoony like this but my world is realistic and nobody has a quirk.. I-. ”

He growls at me as I immediately shut up.” stop… stop talking, I can't.. ” No warning he kissed my lips, it was soft and gentle as I gasped into the kiss.

It was sweet, I closed my eyes shut as I played with his messy hair. I'll probably regret saying this but for now I want to enjoy this.

He presses me up against the wall as he deep kisses as I moan out. I start to blush, I've never kissed anyone like that and didn't know I could make a noise like it too.

“ omega.~ Are you sure you want to do this? ” He begins to smirk at me as I feel like I'm having butterflies in my stomach as I look at him.

“ because if you accept me as your mate, I'll never let you go. Do you understand me omega? ” I don't know if he was being truthful or my quirk affected him but I didn't care as I pressed a kiss to his lips.

“ alpha.~ ”

“ omega.~ ”

I rise my neck towards him as he growl at the submissive offered to him as he smirks devilish.

“ let's move this to my bed, it'll be cozy for you my omega.~ ” I blink fast as I giggle quietly as I thought to myself, my omega? I feel special already. I begin to feel hot on my cheeks as he pulls me towards the bed.

This is happening, I'm going to have my first time with my favorite anime villain!! I'm fangirling so hard just thinking about it.

I begin to remove my clothes but I feel him grab my wrist as I look at him.

“ What’s wrong my alpha? ” I tilt my head at him as he coo tenderly.

“ let me remove it for you… omega. ” I see him start to blush awww how cute!! He acts so shy, I've never seen him act like this in the anime…  I wonder if he will have the same faith as the manga… I stop thinking about it and not worrying about it, I shouldn't be thinking about it… but wouldn't alpha tend to be aggressive while they're in a rut? Why isn't he ripping my clothes off fast?

“ I don't want to harm you omega~ ” ahh okay I see… he's probably not used to having a woman in his life that's why he's being extra careful.

He carefully pulls my shirt up and over my head as I begin to cover myself… I then realized he's gonna see me naked and this is the first time a man will see myself nude.

I begin to look away as I feel hot all over my face.

“ What's wrong? ” I look at Tomura as he has a soft smile as I blink slowly and begin to smile back.. maybe this isn't a bad idea but I want to live here and stay with him.

I don't care if I die again, I want him.

“ I-it's my first time… having someone see me naked.. I haven't lost my virginity to be honest. ” shigaraki felt his cheeks getting more red as he looked away in embarrassment.

“ ah… it's okay omega, I haven't lost it either… we'll take it nice and slow if you want. ” I smile at him as I pull him close.

“ you're probably dying from the rut my alpha 

~ please use me, I want you to… breed me please~? ” should I say that towards him wouldn't it be-..

Tomura pulls me into a passionate kiss as I moan out loud, I pull him closer as we're landing into the soft sheets.

Without thinking we quickly remove each other's clothes as they fly onto the floor.

I pull away to see tomura shigaraki naked in front of my own eyes, I bite my lip hard… he's so beautiful.. His skinny body was beautiful as I slowly looked down at his lean chest to his stomach area.

The v-line look so tasty as I followed his little happy trail to the base of his cock… holy fuck, he's massive… me and shiggy simps were right in fanfics, shigaraki has a big cock. It starts to make me nervous as I look away. That thing looks so angry and could easily rip me in two.

“ I can sense your stress omega but I'll be gentle okay… don't worry about me, I'll take care of you.~ ” I cover my eyes as I feel tears almost coming out, he's so sweet oh my god.

I nodded my head too embarrassed to look at him, he gently removed my arm.

“ look at me, omega, you look so beautiful like this.~ ” I smile at him as he pushes my thick thighs wide for him, I chip at him.

Feeling a bit embarrassed that he saw myself fully naked.

My heat is driving me nuts as I grab his wrist as he looks up at me.

“ please… no foreplay, I need you now alpha please~ "Tomura snapped as he growled at you, he tapped my clit a bit.

He grabs his cock to my entrance as he looks up at me.

“ Are you sure you want to continue this? ”

“ Yes please!! Alpha I need you already, I'm going crazy by this heat please.~ ” Tomura smiled at you as he thrust himself into my pussy, it was pretty awkward since he missed three times but the fourth time.

He slid into me, he rolled his head back.” crap.. I don-.. ” I feel something hot and wet inside of my pussy as I tilt my head.

“ sorry.. I came inside of you too soon omega.. you're too pretty, I wasn't expecting a beautiful omega to be attractive towards me. ” I frown at him a bit as I pull him close.

Whisper into his ear softly.” it's okay.. you can try again alpha~ just for me please, I still need you. ” I felt his head nod as he began to move. It felt painful as I wrinkled my nose a bit, it hurt but not too bad. 

I was expecting it to hurt for the first time having sex but it's getting good as I moan out.

“ fast please alpha.~ ” Tomura pulls away as he has burning passion and love.

He thrust fast and bit rough but it's very sloppy as I look down when we're connected.

He looks so beautiful like this, sweating and hair messy as his eyes are close shut from the pleasure and tongue sticking out. Oh I'm bleeding a bit, I can see the blood covering his dick.

“ please… please please. ” I tilt my head at him in confusion.

“ Are you sure you want me to breed you? ” For the first time I see shigaraki’s eyes turn dark, the red rings are gone and it's a pitch black hue as I gulp a bit.

I blink at him as I smile. Well, I'm not leaving anytime soon so I want to enjoy this.

I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him closer as I offered my neck towards him.

“ I'm your omega tomura shigaraki, I want you as my mate please… accept me as yours. ” I thought this is ridiculous and there is no way I'm having sex with tomura shigaraki and letting him be my boyfriend… I don't know how long but I hope we'll last longer.

Shigaraki leans into my neck as he bites it hard, I begin to cry out. I think that was his last straw as he began to pound into me fast and hard.

I wrapped my legs and arm around him for dear life as I screamed out in pain.

I felt him move away to lick my wounds as I leaned near his neck feeling a bit scared but surprisingly he offered his neck towards me as I bit his neck.

My small fangs poke through his skin as he growls lower.

I cry out from his rough heavy thrust, my brain only thinks about breeding and wants his pups fast.

I tight my thighs close, pushing him deeper as I moan his name like a marathon.

I feel his knot at my entrance, he gets closer, I can feel it.

It's kinda confusing me a bit about omegaverse, I thought shigaraki was supposed to cum when he was fully knotted. Maybe I'm not sure about the lord and don't understand it as much.

He leaned in to kiss my marked neck as he cooed.” I'm close omega.~ nghh how do you orgasm? ” I tilt my head at him as I said.

“ I'll show you alpha.~ ” I gently grab his wrist as I move it towards my entrance, I let him touch my clit as I sigh softly from this.

“ rub my clit, it'll help it go faster.~ ” Shigaraki nods his head as I moan out his name.

I can feel it, I feel it's getting closer as I push my head onto the pillow, I feel my legs moving onto the sheet as I breath heavily and fast.

My chest is moving rapidly as I cry out.” I'm close tomura~!! ” He nodded his head too in agreement as he pushed my thighs into my chest as I widened my eyes.

Oh shit…I feel his thighs hitting my ass as I feel his cock twitching inside of me as I grips the sheets.

I couldn't speak.

“ fuck!! Take it~!! Take it, take it, omega, I'm cumming.” the high pitch groan coming from shigaraki as we're reaching our first high together.

I scream out his name, feeling his cum hit my womb as the knot is stuck in my pussy as he collapses on top of me.

We're breathing heavily as he looks at me with love as he kisses my neck.

“ you're so pretty like this omega.~ ” I smile at him as I hug him closer, he growls at me as I raise my brow at him.

“ you're not leaving until you're knocked up by me. ”  I gasp and feel his cock twitching inside of my cunt.

“ This will last a week. ” a week?!? I thought to myself as I bit my lips.

This is gonna be hot steamy love making for one week.

I coo at him as I pull him close.”this is intense… I never had it like this… it's so fuck.. fucking hell. ” he rise his brow at me as I softly giggle at him.

“ it's was amazing alpha, I enjoy your cock.~ it's so good~! ” I purr at him as he begins to blush red, he pulls me closer as he whines.

“ stop.. you're making me get hard again. ” I smirk at him as I kiss his lips passionately.

“ that fine with me my alpha.~” I can feel his smirk grow wider as he pull away.

“ ohh you're definitely gonna be a problem little omega.~ ”

[but-make-it-bi]

Killer and the Sweetheart

Part Two

TW: Knives, killing, blood, dubcon, kinda cnc, some other shit probably

Summary: Serial Killer! Eddie x Virgin! Reader 18+Serial Killer Eddie murders some bullies and Reader is there. I had a dream like this end it would not let me be so here ya go. is very sloppy

The screaming really wasn't necessary.

The lights had been flickering all night. It was just a matter a time for them to crap out entirely. A few thuds join the shrieks as the other girls apparently run directly into each other.

" Ow!-Shut up.- What's happening?!!- Seriously shut up you're yellling like right in my ear!"

This could be it. You could finally escape, slip out the back door and just drive. I mean you wouldn't even be here if Anna didn't need a ride. But judging by chorus groans and breaking glass they might not last the night.

" Anna. Anna! I'm gonna go find the breaker."

"But it's dark!"

"Yeah well we can't just sit here. I'll be back."

You stub your toe about a 1,000 times on the way to the basement. Hand against the wall find your way. The box is cool and sticky. Sticky?

Another scream from upstairs. Different. Scared.

You flip the switch stumbling back to the door. Blood smeared hands struggle against the door. The screams are louder now. You can even make out some words. Strange nonsensical apologies. Promises to stop.

Why the fuck are they apologizing? They're the ones being... murdered. Jesus Christ you're listening to people being murdered. You retreat to the breaker box and wait.

It takes forever for the screams to stop. The silence that remains makes your ears ring. You almost miss the door open. You manage to flip the switch just as it opens.

"Oh, we playing hide-n-seek sweetheart?", a man's voice teases from the stairs.

Your heart is threatening to give you away. It screams louder at every thundering step. You've never felt like this. Terror setting every nerve ending on fire. You fight back a scream. Practically drawing blood as you bite down on your tongue.

There's a scraping sound against the wall. Slow. Teasing.

"You don't have to be scared of me you know."

The sound is practically forced out of you. A choked out whine of derision and disbelief. The footsteps stop.

“It’s true. I only play with people I know. People who deserve it.”

Your body betrays you again. An unwanted throb at the harshness in his voice. Jesus, you’re pathetic the most attention you’ve gotten from a man is being murdered. 

“Aw don’t get shy on me now. Where’s those pretty noises?”

You bite down too hard at that, gasping in pain. He’s too close now his steps within arms reach.

“ There she is”

The light clicks on above you. 

He’s looking down at you. Big, wide eyes boring into you. Dark and searching like he’s looking straight into your soul. An angel of death. Soaked in blood and wreathed in light.

You come back to your senses too slow, fumbling with the heavy wrench you’d grabbed. His hands snatch your wrist. Heaving rings biting into your flesh. He moves fast shoving you to the floor roughly. Your head hits the cement with a crack, tears springing to your eyes. 

“Don’t-”

You cut him off. Teeth connecting with whatever part of him you can reach. Pulling and tearing like an animal in panic. You bring your free arm to the hand holding the knife. Shoving it as far from you as possible. You stay like this struggling blindly in a mess of limbs. Clothes tear. Skin bleeds. And soon he’s shaking against you. Laughing.

Then it’s over. He shifts so his full weight is straddling you as he shoves his knife beneath your chin. His other hand pins both your arms above you. You buck underneath him furiously. Desperate. 

“ Hey, hey easy there Killer”, his knife skates just shy of your cheek. “ I told you I don’t wanna hurt you. But you keep squirming around like that I could… slip.”  The knife is at your chest now right above your heart. “Now I’m gonna let your arms go but you can’t scratch me. Got it?”

“ Why don’t you want to hurt me?”

His smile changes then not the teasing smirk from the moment before. Something soft and surprised. “ I told you I only kill people who deserve it. You don’t deserve it. Do you?”

You shake your head. Mouth going dry from something that’s not quite fear.  “Good”, he starts wiping some tears away. You gasp again surprised at the gentleness. “ You really do make such pretty noises.” You snap your legs shut at that trying to tamp down the heat inbetween there.

“Trying to buck me off again Killer? And here I thought we were getting close”, he growls bringing the knife back to your throat.

“No. No not I-” 

“You what? “, the knife draws a tiny bead of blood.

“You know I think I’d rather die”

The laugh is sweet enough to make your heart ache. 

“ Strange time to make a joke. Did I break your little brain there Killer?”, he says rapping your forehead.

“ Don’t think you’re in the position to call someone else strange Sweetheart “

That laugh again. It has no right sounding that cute.

“ I think I can do whatever I want in this position”, the last words are whispered straight in your ear.

“So what do you want?”

His lips taste like blood. But they’re soft, and so easy to lean into. His hand tightens on your wrists rings cold and harsh. Panic and arousal fill your stomach in equal measure. Knowing there’s nothing you can do if you want this to stop. He pulls away and you chase after him missing the contact. He laughs again bringing the knife to the hem of your shirt. Splitting it in two. You shove against him then panic winning out. 

“Don’t like it?”, You could swear there’s a flash of concern as he says it.

“ I've n-never”  

“ Is that what your little wiggles are? And here I thought you were trying to get away.” Fingers skate down your stomach making you shiver. “ But you wanna get closer”

You go for the same spot you bit earlier. Earning a yelp of pain and surprise. 

“How’s that for close”

“Not good enough”, the knife is cool between your thighs as he reaches beneath your skirt. You still at once terrified he’ll cut you here of all places. But he’s careful as ever freeing you from your panties with intense precision. 

“Fuck me, have you been this wet the whole time?” you clamp your legs down on his hand embarrassed. Not wanting him to go further. “Uh uh, Killer can’t go back on me now. Your whine is pitiful. You know you can’t deny him. 

“Please, please just be gentle with me.”

 “No.”

[ghosttalksalot]

[pure fluff incoming]

maybe peter doesn't like thunderstorms. he's not scared of them, that's too far, but he certainly dislikes them.

you can only hear gunshots and feel how close you were to being hit, or even dying, so many times before loud crashing *bang* sounds stress you out, you know?

fireworks aren't his favorite either, he tends to involuntarily flinch away from a nonexistent bullet whizzing by his face.

and its not that he's never been shot either. he has. it's possibly his least favorite part of the job. a bitch to heal from, and worse if you need to get the bullet out. so anything close to gunshot sounds, he'd just much rather not hear in his day to day life. he prefers to keep the gun anxiety to when he's suited up and patrolling, when guns are an actual concern.

though, he's a grown man. he's not about to hide under his covers when he knows the thunder isn't going to do anything to him. he's just a little more tense than normal. he tries to stick to reason, knowing his spidey sense keeps him safe.

wade, on the other hand, takes comfort in thunderstorms. the consistent white noise of the rain on the roof, the way it means people are staying inside, aka less bullshit to deal with, and an excuse to have soup. not that you need one, but it doesn't hurt. just canned soup that he still fucks up somehow, but you can't fault a man for liking some soup during a rainy evening. the white noise of a storm outside his apartment keeps his chaotic brain at its calmest, and he likes to get in the best sleep he can.

the first stormy night they spend together, wade is content to relax with peter, assuming peter feels the same about storms and they can just cuddle and listen to the rain.

he notices quickly, though, that peter is not comfortable. he's tense, and sometimes when the thunder is very loud, he curls in tighter, not much, just ever so slightly. wade picks up that peter does not like storms.

wade's working on being more sensitive during intimate moments. so he pushes down his go-to loudness, and he doesnt say anything. instead, wade puts on some calming instrumental music, some of peteys favorites, and turns the ac down, cooler by a notch or two, so he can grab a big blanket. wordlessly, he wraps them both up in the blanket and pulls peter close.

peter doesn't want to talk about it, thankful for the lack of questions, so he just tucks himself closer into wade's secure arms, and tries to let himself relax. eventually, it works, and he's able to doze off, earlier than he normally would in such weather.

when he wakes up, the storm has ended, and wade is awake, but wade is still there. still holding him.

ever since peter became spider-man, hes been used to doing everything he can to protect everyone he can. from any threat that presents itself to the people of his city. for a long time he went home to an empty apartment, with little thanks for everything he poured into being a "hero."

now, he gets to get used to this. someone being there. someone who gets it, and sees him, and isnt bothered by being there for him. spider-man is there for the city, but wade is there for peter. even when its silly, silly like thunder that cant hurt him. wade is there to make sure peter feels secure. to make sure peter sleeps well. to be what peter needs, and everything he could ever ask for. wade is the best thing thats ever happened to peter. he wouldn't change a thing.

[legacyshenanigans]

okay but like, Ominis seeing the marks on Mcs neck!!! IM HOOKED

Well he won't see them exactly, bless his heart😅 but I was definitely thinking about doing an angsty little piece with my recent posts regarding the marks 👀💔 So here it is

Brotherly Hate 🐍

Ominis isn't fuckin happy, Angsty, probably going to be a stand alone piece to whatever stories I've got going on, because I kinda maybe wanna carry it on in a different approach, I really don't know, but for anyone who wanted to see Omi kick some ass, here you go.

Ominis and MC were sat together chatting one morning in Hogsmeade, he gave her a smile and reached out touching her neck, MC hissed as he touched where Marvolo had bit her the night before when they hooked up, Ominis narrowed his eye's.

Ominis: Have you hurt your neck?

MC: No, I'm fine..

He didn't believe her, something about the way she said that sounded insincere to him, he reached out taking hold of her neckerchief, quickly moving it out of the way and felt her neck, MC panicked but froze in place "Shit" she thought to herself. Ominis gently felt the teeth marks on her, his face went from concern to slight anger..He pulled his hand away slowly, shifting in his seat.

Ominis: Who did that? ..

MC: Ominis..

He couldn't help jealousy from rearing his ugly head. He furrowed his brows, gripping her arm.

Ominis: Who else have you been fooling around with? Don't take me for a fucking fool MC, someone had their mouth on you, and it wasn't me. So who?

MC was frozen, she didn't know what to  say.

Ominis: Sebastian?

MC: ..No

Ominis: Garreth?

MC: *tears forming in her eye's* No..

Ominis: *darkened voice* Then who? ..Tell..Me..

MC: I..I can't.

Ominis narrowed his eyes at her again, he was literally shaking with anger.

Ominis: When did it happen?

MC: Last night.

Ominis: ..When me, you and Sebastian stayed at my parents home?

MC: Y-Yes.

Ominis: ...And you're saying it wasn't Sebastian?

MC didn't say anything, she just stared at his cold face, she saw the moment the glass shattered for Ominis..

Ominis: *whispers lowly and deep* ..Marvolo?

MC: ....

Ominis: *tightening his grip on her arm* Tell me...Was it Marvolo.

MC: Ominis..Please-

Ominis: Did you let my brother fuck you?

MC: I...*sighs as a tear rolls down her cheek* Yes..

Ominis stood, suddenly strangly calm, but that was a worrying thing. He said nothing more to MC as he left the café they sat in, disapparating before MC could run out and reach him, she knew exactly where he'd gone..

Ominis appeared in the front yard of his family home, his fists clenched as he slowly approached the doors and stepped inside, he listened out for noise, hearing something from the kitchen, and made his way in there, he knew it would be Marvolo. He stepped in and simply stood there for a moment, Marvolo looked over his shoulder at him before going back to brewing some kind of potion.

Marvolo: Pfft. What's wrong with you? Walking in here with a face like thunder..

Ominis: Did you fuck her?

Marvolo instantly stopped what he was doing, turning to face Ominis, as he leaned back on the kitchen counter, folding his arms and narrowing his eyes at his younger brother with a smirk on his face.

Marvolo: Did I fuck who?

Ominis: ....MC.

Marvolo: P-ha...No.

Ominis: *steps closer to him, a look of utter hatred on his face as he grit his teeth* MC says otherwise..

Marvolo: *smirks wider* Why ask questions you already know the answers to? That's incredibly annoying Ominis..

Ominis: *now right in front of Marvolo* I want to hear YOU say it..Did you fuck her?

Marvolo had a twisted grin on his face as he simply whispered the word "Yes". Ominis instantly saw red, letting out a scream and lashing out at Marvolo, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him down into the floor, then diving on top of him, his mind focused on nothing else other than hurting his brother, he lashed and he punch, hitting Marvolo straight in the face breaking his nose, Marvolo growled, pushing Ominis backwards then kicking him in the stomach, for the moment that Ominis was winded, as he too growled and hissed through his anger and pain, Marvolo stood running for his wand in the kitchen, Ominis was a step ahead of him though, and knew that's what he was doing, Marvolo lifted his wand towards Ominis a furious look on his face.

Ominis: *still kneeling down on the floor holding his stomach, but aims towards Marvolo* Expelliarmus!!!

Marvolos wand flew out of his hand, as Ominis finally stood, aiming his at Marvolo, his nose crinkled and his brows furrowed heavily,baring his teeth.

Marvolo: *panting as he licks the blood from his nose which dripped down to his top lip* What's the matter little brother?

Ominis: Shut up..

Marvolo: *breathless chuckle*  Sharing is caring.

Ominis: *yells* SHUT UP!

Marvolo: *wicked smile* I fucked her...And I fucked her good.

Ominis's mind broke in that very moment, his hand was shaking as he aimed.

Ominis: *shouts aggressively* CRUCIO!!!!!!

The red bolt flew across the room, hitting Marvolo in the chest, his body flying back before he dropped to the floor in agony, seizuring and letting out pained grunts. Ominis stood there, panting heavily, listening to his brother.

Ominis: You fucking bastard! I HATE you!!!

Ominis composed himself slightly, realising what he'd done, but he was still to angry to care, he hadn't used crucio in years, it still didn't feel good to use, even against his prick of a brother, but desperate times call for desperate measures..He approached Marvolo once the spell had worn slightly, Marvolo lay there, breathing erratically, looking at Ominis, still with a look of anger on his face though he was in a great deal of pain, Ominis leaned over him, speaking in a harsh manner.

Ominis: If you EVER..Touch her again...I will kill you Marvolo..I will..Really..I mean it..

With that Ominis stormed out of his family home, taking in a long inhale before shakily exhaling into the cold air outside.

He really did mean it...He would kill him

~

[sweet-3-whispers]

𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 (ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ)

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

Word Count: 710 or so

Pairing: Miles!1610 x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst(if you spuint), Established relationship

Warnings: Fear of Thunder(?)

The slightly soft sound of rain hitting your window and the trees moving along with the wind helps you calm your body and mind, especially when Spider-Man is right beside you asleep.

Miles came into your apartment a couple hours earlier when the rain hadn't hit yet. Claiming he was tired and missed your bed… and obviously you too. He was currency wrapped around your blankets, face squished onto the pillow and a little drool coming out but you didn’t mind that much, it was kinda cute and it made you realize how tired he was.

A sound of thunder interrupted your thoughts.

You jump at the loud sound outside your window. For some reason you were scared of that sound, afraid all the things it done to people would happen to you one day but when Miles found out of your fear, he promised he would always be there to protect you.

That promise was years ago when you guys were kids and now you are laying in bed, cuddling up with each other, away from that horrible sound.

Even now he kept his promise, always checking the weather before he goes over to your room. And at this point you understand why he comes over on late nights, even if he tries to cover it up by saying he was just tired and your place was closer than his.

It's cute the way he cares about you, the way he is always there for you… most of the time.

Lightning strikes outside your window but not too close to hurt you. The heavy rain doesn't help either, only taunting you going back ‘n forth to light and heavy, oh how you wish it'll just stop so you can finally sleep.

With some people they are about to sleep through anything, however with you, you can't sleep thru the thunder especially if Miles wasn't here with you

You wrapped yourself with your blankets, covering your face as well to try and cover the noises outside, you've even tried listening to music but for some reason it didn't work.

Sitting up on your bed with the blankets covering you like its a cloak, you grabbed your phone, about to call Miles you stopped.

‘What if he’s busy’

You paused for a second.. should you? Maybe you shouldn't, maybe he’s really busy , yk being Spider-Man ‘n stuff.

RIINNGGG

A loud ring was heard from your phone, startling you a little. Upon looking at the screen… Miles’s name popped up

𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠♡ is calling

“...hello?”

“hi-uh are you okay?” the sound of worry was in his voice

“I-i know i'm supposed to be there rn, with you, comforting you but im so sorry, i got caught up with some school work and there was this shooting but i made it on time and for some guy started running away so i had to catch him, i had also had to help this lady walk across the road-”

You can hear it in his voice. Worry and Guilt. The worry of your safety and the guilt of not being right by your side right now.

“Miles, it’s okay… but um are you on your way right now..?” cutting him off on his own rambling, he went silent but you can hear him gasping for air, huffing and puffing. 

“-yeah yeah huff huff i-im almost-”

Suddenly the call was cut off and a loud bang was heard outside your window. Thankfully you were home alone but still cautious about the noise.

A hand was placed on the window, sliding it open. The sight of brown curls eased your nerves, instantly knowing who it was.

You moved closer to the boy helping him up and closing the window behind him.

He slowly walked towards your bed and sat, catching his breath. Raising his head, he looked at you with dazed eyes and mouth slightly gapped.

“huff -hi…” 

Miles moved his hands towards you and gently grabbed your hand, pulling you into a warm embrace

“Im sorry im late, got caught up with ‘traffic’ “

He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your stomach. You pat him softly, comforting him by saying it's okay, just glad that he’s here now.

“OH SHIT THE FOOD- ”

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sorry for the long wait, but I hope you enjoy!💕

this is kinda rushed cuz I didn't want y'all to wait to long

-apologize for to miss spelled words-

[sugolara]

All together

ft. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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he walls being pounded into and the sounds of terrified cries. If they had time, they'd let them all out, but their safety wasn't their priority as Izuku and F/n could be dying any second.

They passed by the guards using the plants that began to harvest fruits. Their large bushes hid their figure and the thunder definitely helped as the guards had left when their radio signaled for backup. Faints of snarls could be heard, so it was no doubt that rotters had found their camp.

They hadn't even seen any rotters up until now and with the hills hiding the camp, it was no wonder why anyone hadn't even heard of this place.

When they made it to the building where they last saw F/n being dragged into, they used a staircase that led up to the window of the warehouse, most likely a tower for snipers. Quietly, Shoto climbed up, his shoes kicking against the metal made a clinking sound, but with the sky rumbling it overpowered the noise.

While Shoto went up, Katsukis stayed down next to the stairs, using his rifle that he had stolen from the males that he held captive earlier. He stayed in one of the corners, ears listening on anything that could be identified as footsteps. He'd peek around, spotting a few men walking by with their cigarettes lit. When they left, he reached into his bag to pull out firecrackers, waiting for Shoto's signal.

Squinting, the scar male peeked down and finally did he see her with Izuku as well. At their sight, he gave a signal and Katsuki lit up the firework before throwing it to building B. The comotion had caused for the men around to go look and while the butchers inside the warehouse confusingly gave each other a look, Shoto took it upon himself to fire his sniper, successfully hitting the one with a machete.

As thunder came back, the door to the warehouse was opened and at the sight of Katsuki, Izuku felt relieved. The other innocent people were scared, especially when the next butcher was shot, falling directly in front of one of them.

"How the hell did you get caught up in this shit, Deku?" The blonde mumbled as he removed ties. The cloth around his mouth was next and Izuku let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, I'm so glad to see you, Kacchan."

The blonde scoffed before moving to F/n. Another set of firecrackers were heard just as Shoto entered the building. He closed it behind him as he looked at the three with an eager look, "Hurry up. That won't distract them for long."

"Wait!" Izuku grabbed a gun from Shoto as he looked at the others, "What about them?"

"What about them?" Katsuki mumbled as he dragged F/n, who refused to get her senses back.

"We can't just leave them here!" Izuku yelled as he went to one of them before untying them, "They're a victim in this too. Get F/n to wake up, I think they hurt her badly!"

Shoto and Katsuki shared a look, before the scar male quickly went to help Izuku. While he did so, Katsuki shook the girl, hoping it would wake her up, but she'd just let out incoherent mumbling with eyes twitching, "Wake the fuck up!"

Hearing men arguing outside and gunshots firing, Katuski impatiently looked at her, his eyes looking at her face, then to her lips that would twitch ever so often, daring to pull into a smile. At the sound of the doors banging, Katsuki raised his hand, before slapping her awake and while his heart sped, so did the girl as finally woke up, hands touching her cheek as she mumbled out a groan.

"Seriously?" Shoto said, giving him a look.

"Whatever." Katsuki let her go as she was able to get up.

She held onto her cheek as she looked around, "How long was I out?"

"Long enough." Shoto shoved her a gun, pointing at the other terrified people, "They're on their own, just like we are. We need to get out before things worsen."

"...Agreed." Izuku did not want to leave them, but he had no choice as gunshots were being fired. If luck was on their side, they'd live.

Finding a backdoor, they all headed for it and while Shoto gave the occasional glare when someone would cry, Katsuki took a peek out and to his surprise, rotters had infiltrated the place. Strangely enough, they used it to their advantage as he quickly gave them a signal when to run, then did they run.

They didn't worry about the rest as the main three followed after Katsuki. They came to a stop where they took down rotters and when the first male of the camp came, F/n did not hesitate to shoot, "You guys know what's going on with this place?"

"I think it's pretty obvious, F/n." Izuku pointed out, "They kill people."

"Yeah, and among other things." Shoto eyed her, ignoring her confused look.

"Hurry up." Katsuki said as they headed for one of the buildings that stored guns. Thankfully, the rotters were their distraction as they entered the building. It was quiet, different from the chaos outside. The people that were behind them had gotten lost, but it's not like the group was their ticket out.

"How long has this been going on?" Izuku asked as he reached for one of the tables, picking up a dirty teddy bear. Next to it was a frame of a family. When he saw his stuff, he wasted no time in taking it back.

"Since the beginning." Shoto said as he wasted no time in grabbing the weapons. F/n also helped him out, despite the fact that she wasn't allowed to hold more than two guns, but she knew that they didn't have time to argue.

Just like the two, Katsuki filled his bag with ammo, however, at the sight of a grenade as well as smoke grenade, a grin pulled to his lips. Picking it up like a feather, Katsuki turned to them, "I just found a way out."

The freckled male widened his eyes in fear for his friend as any mistake they could all blow up, "Kacchan, you don't know how to use that."

"Should be easy, right?" A thunder was hit, making F/n grit her teeth as she stared at the blonde. "If this was a movie, it'd be easy."

"Don't blow yourself up." Shot pulled his bag over his shoulders, reaching for another one. Though before the blonde could bite back, yelling could be heard on the other side. It sounded to many, but F/n couldn't tell as it had begun to pour down.

"Kacchan." Izuku uncertainty said, "If you're going to use it, be careful. We'll give you a signal."

Although even holding the grenade had him feeling nervous, he nodded as the others placed themself away from him, dumping tables of items as their cover. Looking back at Izuku who gave gum a thumbs up, the blonde quickly removed its pin before throwing it at the main doors and running to his friends.

With the ground rumbling, he threw the smoke grenade, causing the yells to get louder. Using the smoke, they cleared their way out, following Katuski once again. It had gotten pretty close that Izuku had gotten shot, but thankfully F/n had shoved him before another wound could impale him.

Finally did the fence of where the blonde had cut came into a view. Annoyingly, with the rain coming down it had caused for the hills to be muddy, having Katsuki trip multiple times. When they reached the top, they looked down to see the camp and while Izuku did feel bad about leaving the innocents to die, he had to tell himself that not everything in life was fair. And he knew all that too well.

"Over here." Shoto called out to them as he got into the vehicle that they had stolen from the men. Speaking of them, it seemed they managed to get away as their bodies were gone. It did not worry Shoto as they soon left, leaving the camp to drown in its revenge.

"Damn it." F/n let out a frustrated sigh as she pulled to the side of the road, before the car came to a stop. It's been a while, a long while, since they had escaped and the gloomy sky had turned dark.

Nexto to her, Izuku worriedly eyed her. Her jacket that was supposed to be on her, but instead she placed it on him to keep warm, "No more gas?"

"Yeah." She looked ahead, the dark road displaying nothing but acres of trees, "Now what?"

The freckle male glanced at the backseat where Shoto and Katsuki slept. He then glanced outside though it was too dark for his eyes to see, "Maybe we should sleep it off here."

"That's a stupid idea." She mumbled, but realizing what she let out she shook her head to herself, "I didn't mean tha-"

"I get it." He offered her a smile, almost like he was reading her. She was tired and so was he. Any plans of being out in the open was a ridiculous one and he knew that, but he wanted to make the best out of a situation. Besides, they escaped what could have been a painful death, "We need to be somewhere safe instead of being stranded and with the rain still coming down hard, we'll be drenched before we even reach a place."

She stared at his smile before looking away. How he could smile in a situation like this will always be a thing she admired of him, "Actually, it's starting to sprinkle."

He hummed, "Oh, yeah."

She was thankful that the thunder died out hours ago, "Did you reopen it?"

"Huh?" He looked at her and she pointed to her shoulder. He pulled the neck part of his short down, looking at the bandage, "it's just a little dirty. Doesn't look too bad. And your nose?"

"Nothing new." She nodded at that, her fingers tapping on the steering wheel as silence washed over them. Surprisingly, it was a comfortable silence, but enough with wasting time. She opened the door, confusing Izuku, "Wake them up."

He quickly followed after her with her jacket in hand, looking at her with a frantic look, "Y-you're not really going to look by yourself, are you? You'll get sick!"

She looked at him like he grew two heads, "You kidding? Even I know I'm not that dumb enough to go out. I'd probably die."

His heart eased a little, "But, still, if we go out now, we don't know what we could be heading for. We could be getting far from...Sorston."

"Izuku." She narrowed her eyes, and he'd be lying if his heart did not speed up at her tone, "It's better than being left out here. Besides, I have a map and I've been following it since we left that shithole."

"You could have mentioned that first." He mumbled, but her words still did not relief him. The door to the backseat opened, startling Izuku as Shoto came out, glancing at them both, not missing his friend holding her jacket, "What's going on?"

"Car ran out of gas." She opened the trunk, grabbing the bags.

"Is Kacchan awake?" Izuku asked after he handed the girl her jacket back. He had forgotten he was holding onto it until he saw Shoto's eyes flicker towards it.

"No." He shook his head, "He's drooling."

"Oh." he mumbled out, before leaving to wake up his childhood friend.

"Where are we walking to?" Shoto helped her, leaving the bag of guns to her. Their trust was slightly getting there.

"To a town not too far from here." She looked at him, "It's the best plan I got."

"Best plan?" He raised a brow at her, expecting she had come up with something else.

"Well, it's either that or we sit here and wait for a horde to come up and kill us all before we get to live our happily ever after that leaves us driving off to the sunset." She shrugged "Quite frankly, I'm not ready to die, yet."

He gave her a deadpan look before staring at an angry blonde. "If you had let me drive I would have got us there quicker."

"Without a map?" Shoto crossed his arms when the blonde rolled his eyes at him and pointed at Fn. "That she fucking stole from me."

He then yanked her bag of guns, "Which way are we going?"

"Up your ass is where we're going." She glared at him, grabbing her guns back.

"Please, I'm tired." Izuku croaked out as he looked at Shoto, hoping he would deescalate the situation, but he instead looked with an amused face.

The blonde threateningly pointed at her as she walked off, the rest shortly following. They stayed close as anything could come out from the shadows.

Hugging himself, Izuku shivered as a chill crawled up his spine, "Maybe we can find a clothing store. It's starting to get cold."

"Winter's coming." Shoto hummed out.

"I don't feel jack." Katstuki said with his eyes staring ahead.

"That's 'cause you're wearing a thick ass jacket." F/n replied.

"You are getting on my last fucking nerves." The blonde angrily muttered as sleep was getting to him. 

[littlegodzilla]

Chapter 17 is coming!

Our Story.

Daryl Dixon x Wife / Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Series. Part 17.

Masterlist.

Warnings: Slow burn. Panic attacks. Feelings.

Words: 3700

Summary: You and Daryl run away together and find a empty cabin.

Taglist: @minervadashwood @green-eyedladywrites @livingdeadblondequeen @phoenixblack89

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Chapter 17:  Alone.

You keep running, never looking back, your hands clasped together, Daryl squeezing yours so hard you feared he might break your fingers, but at no time did you ask him to stop, or to let go, you just kept running beside him, leaving the prison behind you.

Escaping from your home.

The survival instinct is the first thing that activates in both of you. Especially in him. With his mind on autopilot, he tracks and hunts everything he considers edible; squirrels, birds, even snakes. You've never eaten snake before, and it's certainly a morsel you wish you'd never eat again. Ever since the governor knocked down your defenses and destroyed the prison forcing you to run out of there, Daryl hasn't opened his mouth, always stuck in his head, lips pursed tightly together, face transformed into a grimace you can't read. He's dealing with the situation in his own way, or not dealing, just trying to bury it as deep as he can to forget it. It hurts you, you've both lost a lot of dear people, you wish he'd talk to you about it, but it's clearly not in his plans.

"Daryl..." You say one night, as the two of you stand by a fire you've lit, small and almost lifeless, just enough to warm you. "Maybe we should go back..."

He watches you silently as you chew what's left of the snake, you've finished your share, but it hasn't left a good taste in your stomach. You're still weak from the flu that hit you no more than a few days ago, you're stronger, that's for sure, but you still feel a little strange still. He doesn't say anything, he keeps eating and that bothers you, you feel like he's shutting down on you again.

"Daryl..." You insist. "Our companions may be looking for us..."

"There's nothing anymore, we're not coming back." He cuts you off instantly. 

"You don't know that..."

"Neither do you." He grunts one last time and lies down on the floor to sleep.

For a moment you're tempted to get up and leave him there, if he doesn't want to find the others, you'll go alone, but not far away you hear thunder rumble and you both look up at the sky. At that time, the weather in Georgia is changeable and unstable, so you soon see the clouds begin to gather and darken. Daryl gets up from the campfire without a word, gathering his things to get going.

"Daryl, wait!" You ask him picking up your stuff as well to run after him.

The storm catches the two of you halfway through, walking through the woods to try to avoid it, but each time the rain is getting heavier, Daryl is ahead at a time and you realize you're having a hard time keeping up with him. The curtain of water is so dense that you suddenly feel alone. Your feet stop, panting and nervously, you look around.

"Daryl?"

But Daryl is not there. You are unable to detect him, between the deafening noise and the column of water that keeps falling on you, you feel isolated, lost, alone. Your pulse starts to race, your mind asks you to calm down and start walking again, but you have turned around so many times that you don't know where you have to go. The sky is so black you can't even be guided by the moon or the sun.

"Daryl!" You scream in a desperate attempt to make him hear you.

Your feet start moving with no concrete direction, the only thing in your mind is that you want to find the archer, make sure he's okay and get out of that hellish rain. It's not cold, but staying too long in the rain, even if it only drops the temperature slightly, could make you sick and that would be dangerous. You press your backpack against your body with all your might wanting to keep everything inside from getting wet. Suddenly, a strong grip on your shoulder startles you, out of instinct you grab your knife and turn quickly to face whatever is holding you, but another hand stops your attack, grabbing your wrist.

"Hey, hey, it's me. It's me." The growl of Daryl's voice instantly reassures you, even though it's still raining cats and dogs, you discover his form in front of you, his hair covering most of his face, but he's still managed to find you.

"I thought I'd lost you!" You shout above the noise of the rain and see him shake his head.

"Come on, I found a place." He tells you and takes your hand, guiding you through the trees and the storm.

You have to admit; he never ceases to amaze you, no matter the situation, Daryl always seems to find a solution, be prepared to deal with it and move on. That survival instinct so characteristic of his. Maybe it's the one good thing the Dixon family was able to teach him. Even if it sometimes came to blows. You take a deep breath walking faster to be almost glued to his back, even though you are holding hands, you still fear you might lose sight of him.

You don't know how long you walk or where to, for you the landscape doesn't seem to change, however, Daryl seems totally focused, with this rain the dead are the least threat, they too suffer the consequences on themselves, the hunter's mind is more concerned about yourselves, clothes soaked to the bone, no food, nothing to build a fire with. He fears you may relapse from your flu and now have nothing to save yourself with. He lost you for a few minutes, confident that you were right behind him, he picked up the pace wanting to find a safe place when he came upon that hut. At first his stomach clenched, it reminded him too much of where he came from, but it was all you had now. He turned to tell you that you would hang out there until the storm stopped and then he discovered he was alone.

Panic became a huge stone in his stomach. He looked around expecting to see you appear at any moment, perhaps protesting that he had gone too fast, that you had almost lost track of him.

Nothing.

His pulse quickened suddenly, breathing agitatedly like a cornered animal, trying to see you through the rain. Suddenly the sensation of the water falling on him chilled, even his skin tingled as if touched by acid. He shouted your name several times hoping for an answer not too far away. But you still did not appear.

Without further thought he entered the forest again, following your footsteps, trying to follow them. He felt stupid for a few seconds because he had never had problems in the forest. It was his best ally. Fuck at eight years old he had gotten lost in the woods and he knew how to get back home by himself, no one noticed his absence. The only person who cared was your sister when she came back to school and asked him how he had spent the weekend. Nothing else.

But at that moment he was not able to think clearly, his mind was divided, wanting to remember the way, and on the other hand just screaming at him:

Find her. 

Find her.

Find her.

The anxiety and tension was building by the minute, feeling like he had lost himself.

"Daryl!" 

Your voice sounds in the distance, he raises his head like a coyote in search of its prey, not far away, he distinguishes your silhouette not far from where he is, so he runs and grabs your shoulder. He must admit he feels a certain pang of pride when you turn around with your knife raised and he has to hold you by the wrist.

"Come on, I've found a place." He tells you and holds your hand to lead you back towards the hut.

You enter quietly and carefully, in case there is someone or some Walker inside that might truncate your plans, but you are strong, it is abandoned and there is nothing dangerous in it, except for all the dirt that surrounds it, but you are not going to get fussy about that. Daryl secures the doors and windows so that neither water nor cold can get in, also to protect you in case any Walkers show up. You clean the chimney and light a fire to keep warm as well as being able to dry your clothes.

"Look what I found." You say to him entering back into the hut with a box with several jars in it.

"Alcohol?" he smiles seeing the surprise on your face. "I would have been surprised if this place didn't have an illegal distillery," he says.

"Why do you say that?" You look at him curiously putting the box down on the table.

"This shack is exactly like my old man's. He distilled his own alcohol too, in a place like the shed you found."

"Oh..." You whisper suddenly feeling somewhat uncomfortable and sad to make him remember that. "We can wait out the storm a bit and be on our way."

"Nah, the weather's too rough, we'd better stay here until tomorrow. Make sure the storm passes completely."

You nod, crossing your arms not quite sure what to do. Daryl puts his crossbow aside, no longer worried that something might happen to you, everything is secure, the weather will calm down and the dead aren't going to come in. You see him heading down the corridor, curiously you follow him as he enters the different rooms, he seems to be looking for something, he takes several blankets out of the closets and you understand what he is doing, he is looking for dry clothes and something to cover you both and avoid the cold, so you decide to help him, between the two of you, you take out two thick blankets that will protect you from the change of weather due to the rain and some clothes. It's all men's clothing, but you find something that fits your shape, plus a thick, loose-fitting jacket.

"Do you mind if I keep it?" You say to Daryl showing him the jacket.

"Nah, keep it." He shrugs looking sideways at you.

You nod smiling and grab the rest of your clothes to head back towards the fireplace Daryl has lit and decide to undress before your partner returns so you don't put yourselves in an awkward situation. When Daryl returns to the main room where you are buttoning your temporary pants, he too has changed clothes, he is wearing a somewhat tight shirt over his biceps and jeans ripped at the knees, he walks barefoot, leaves his boots by the fire and sits down next to you.

"Do you want me to trim your sleeves?" you offer grabbing a pair of scissors you've found among the kitchen drawers, seeing that he nods.

You stand next to him giving the fabric a little snip before carefully cutting around his shoulder. Daryl's eyes are fixed on the fire, on the line of rope you've made between two chairs in front of the fireplace to place your clothes there, you've even left a hole for the archer's clothes, but he's left them in the other room. His saliva catches in his throat as his eyes search through all your clothes and discover your bra hanging next to your shirt. He tries to quickly avert his eyes from there, but curiosity gets the better of him; it's a basic, flesh colored, thin strapped bra, nothing flashy, which Daryl wants to understand, you're in the freaking apocalypse, who cares what your bra looks like or what color it is? Possibly your thought in looking for it is for comfort to hold your... he needs a second, he shakes his head wiping those thoughts from his mind because if he's honest, he thinks that bra is small for the size of your....

"Fuck..." He growls low and you jump up beside him.

"I'm sorry, did I cut you?"

"What?" He turns his head to discover you still sitting next to him.

"With the scissors... Did I cut you?" You ask him again pointing to the cut sleeve in your hand and the scissors. You wonder where his mind was to be so distracted.

"N-no... sorry, it wasn't that, just..." He shrugs, not sure what to say, he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or have you think he's a pervert.

"Do you want me to cut your hair too?" you joke hearing him huff and turn away from you.

"Drop those scissors, woman." He warns you and a giggle escapes you.

You sit back down next to him and allow yourself to lean against his shoulder as you pick up two vials of the illegal alcohol and offer him one. Daryl is tempted to turn it down, alcohol has never been his best ally and he can be a real dick sometimes, but after everything that has happened to you guys in the last few days, he definitely needs a drink. You clink your flask against his in a toast and take a long swig.

"Shit..." You gasp grimace and cough a little.

"Too strong for you, princess?" he teases giving you the second swig.

"How can you just drink it like it's nothing?" You protest in a thread of a voice that makes him smile.

"I tell you, this place is like my father's old cabin, I'm used to it."

"Show-off." You stick your tongue out at him and go back to drinking. "God, I think my nose hairs are on fire." You confess after holding back a burp.

Daryl can't contain himself and lets out a long, loud laugh at your comment, you mimic him laughing heartily as well. Your body feels relaxed and your head feels a little dizzy, it's possible that the alcohol is taking its toll on your body. You stay like that for a few minutes, without saying anything, just drinking and eating some cans you found in the house, you leaning on his shoulder, he without moving an inch.

"Do you think we'll find them?" you say suddenly, breaking the silence.

"Who?" he asks, disoriented for a moment.

"Rick and the others..." You shrug. "I'm sure they escaped... I'm sure... maybe they went back to the prison..."

"What for? The Governor destroyed everything, it was full of Walkers, plus you don't know who else got out alive... it's stupid to want to go back..."

"But it was... our home, we can't think there's nothing left..."

"It's that there's nothing left! That...drone showed up with a tank and reduced everything to shit, captured Michonne, and Beth..." He bites his lip clenching the vial in his hand.

Daryl and Beth didn't have a great relationship, like with Carl and Sophia, Daryl cared and looked out for her, like the rest, but they didn't usually engage in great conversation, the archer had always had more affinity with Maggie, more trust with Hershel, but that didn't mean he didn't feel for the young woman's death, at the end of the day she was part of the group, she was family.

"I know, she didn't deserve what happened to her... she still had a lot to live for." You feel your voice shake a little and you sniffle through your nose, you're a little drunk, and the alcohol is making you sensitive. "Hey, did you finally tell them what you were working on?" you ask curiously.

Beth's boyfriend Zach was having a game with several other young men inside the prison, since Daryl didn't talk too much about his past life, they were trying to guess things about him, the last time she was attentive to their speculation, Zach was trying to figure out what the archer had worked on. Daryl smiles and shakes his head.

"There wasn't much to tell, I was never anything." He shrugs.

"That's not true..." You set your flask down on the table, Daryl mimics you and you settle back to look at him, he sits up better too and gives you a sidelong glance.

"Yes it is... my whole life I depended on Merle." He shrugs. "I followed him around like a dog looking for his approval." he sighed, beating and biting his lip. "When I met your sister, you, your family, I thought I could change, that I could leave the Dixon stigma behind and be someone, do something, but... then your sister died and I didn't..." He swallows hard, you continue to stare at him, letting him vent. "So I went back to where I thought I was supposed to be, in that crappy cabin with my dad, with Merle, being a Dixon..."

"Daryl that's not true, you're not...like your father. You never will be." You shake your head. "You're a good man Daryl, just because you're a Dixon doesn't mean you won't be, I think that stigma was lost on your father." Try to make him see. "Even Merle, his last will, although stupid and suicidal, was to take care of you and protect you...I never saw him that way because he always seemed willing to drag you into the bad stuff, but I think Merle always tried to take care of you, in his own way, but...I think he was trying." You try to smile to cheer him up a little more. "We all have our bad moments, our dark side, but the important thing is to come out of it and move on and you've done that, Daryl. You need to be proud of who you are."

Daryl needs a moment to process it, he feels a little overwhelmed by your words, but at the same time he feels his heart pounding, that you think that about him, it makes him feel good about himself, it makes him feel different, like he really is somebody. He smiles and stretches his arms towards you, you accept his invitation instantly and hug him giving you permission to kiss him on the cheek, you can feel his skin stretch under your lips in a smile.

"Zach thought I had been a homicide cop." He tells you again, changing the conversation and a laugh escapes you. "What, you think I don't look like one?"

"Yes, of course." You laugh again. "Homicide cop for squirrels." You joke again.

Daryl opens his eyes wide, pretending to be offended by your words, unfortunately you're unaware of the disadvantage you're at right now until Daryl catches your wrists with one hand and starts tickling you with the other. A squeak escapes your mouth, you squirm in his arms, but it's impossible to let go, the archer's grip is firm, though not intended to hurt you, as his fingers slide and sting across your belly and over your ribs sending cramps throughout your body making you giggle and squirm.

"Daryl, stop!" you laugh smacking yourself against his chest.

"Be a good girl and apologize for what you said." He orders you raising his voice a little over your laughter.

"Come on! I just don't..." But another chuckle nips your words in the bud. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! Zach's right, homicide cop looks good on you!" you laugh and move around trying to run from his hands, Daryl stops his torture and you take a shaky breath.

"Such a good girl." He smiles, voice turning to a growl.

You stare at each other, one hand clinging to your waist as his grip on your wrists loosens. You feel your heart beat a single hard beat before it begins to pound. You see Daryl's eyes dilate but you're sure yours are too. Your hair stands on end as his fingers brush against the bare skin of your waist, his thumb very slowly caressing your side. Daryl releases your wrists completely as he leans into you, you stretch your neck towards him, your noses brushing.

CRACK!

You both jump in place, skin crawling with shock, your eyes looking around you, alert. Daryl gets up like a spring, running away from the situation, making sure everything is all right. You follow shortly after, grabbing his crossbow in case he needs it, using it as a prop to hide the trembling in your knees. Daryl is looking out the window, but seems calm.

"Walkers?" You ask with concern.

"Nah, the storm has increased the wind speed and snapped off a branch, but it didn't break the glass." He shrugs. "The branch strengthens the crystal for us, no problem."

"Well, then..." You rub your lips nervously. "Maybe we should try to sleep?"

"Yes, if the storm has passed tomorrow we'll go out and look for the others." He mutters and you look at him in surprise, then smile.

"Great... good thing we'll be able to sleep in a decent bed for a day." You smile again, but Daryl shakes his head once more.

"Nah, you go and sleep, I'll take first watch."

"But... you said there's no danger... we can both sleep."

"There's no danger, but I don't want to let my guard down either, go and rest." He insists taking his crossbow from between your hands.

"Okay, but let me know to change shifts, you need to sleep too." He warns you. "If you don't wake me up I'll kick you in the balls." You threaten him.

"Okay, now go to bed."

"Well... good night, Daryl."

"Good night, little girl."

You wander down the small hallway to enter one of the bedrooms, the sheets and mattress don't look very hygienic but after spending time sleeping on the floor or in a poorly made tent, that's like heaven. You sigh and lie down on the bed trying to sleep, but your heart is pounding so hard you're afraid you won't be able to fall asleep.

Daryl in the main room sits back down on the floor, leaning against the old worn out couch, closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face. what the hell just happened?

"Shit..." He grunts as he squeezes his crotch with his other hand and feels a cramp of pleasure run up and down his spine.

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[manyothermusingsofmine]

Shelter From The Storm || Drabble

Fandom: Xmen Warnings: Character talking about their suicidal thoughts, thunder storms Wordcount: 4850 Summary: A stormy afternoon is the prime time to talk about some unresolved issues while snuggled away in the comfort of your bedroom. -------------------------

"I didn't think I would literally see someone herd cats in my lifetime."

Gambit looked up at the sound of Miranda's voice, gently ushering one of the stray cats from the population around the mansion into one of the rooms he had designated as shelters for them.

"There's a natural storm brewing. Gambit would rather keep them all safe in here than risk the kitties getting hurt out there where we can't get to them. Just gotta be extra careful to keep the tomcats away from the ladies this time around."

He followed Miranda's gaze down to his feet, where a reddish colored cat decidedly tried to sneak its way around him to follow after the small grey cat he had just ushered into the room. Gambit sighed, before in a quick reflex grabbing the tomcat by the scruff and lifting him up like a disappointed mother cat would to a kitten, but giving the tomcat some support with his arm.

"Gambit means Romeo with that, you little devil. We don't need ya siring any more litters for the storm's duration."

Miranda couldn't help but laugh as the dark eyes of the tomcat stared pleadingly at Gambit, as if to make his case that his intentions were purely innocent while a rumbling kind of noise left him.

"Ah, oui, the only cat Gambit's heard who rolls his r's when he purrs-"

"You’ll have to forgive him; He's French," Miranda's dry tone interrupted her friend, who slowly turned to look at her like he couldn't believe what she just said. She just laughed at his reaction, and her own joke. As the door to the room with the female cats remained slightly open, one of them took the distraction provided by Romeo to bolt out of the room and straight out the front door, with both mutants cursing in their respective language at the sudden shock of something running straight past them. Gambit quickly shut the door to the room in case any of the other cats in there decided to follow her example.

“Shit,” Miranda muttered, her gaze following the path the cat took to get outside, “that was Autumn. I’ll go get her.”

“Good luck with that,” Gambit huffed, showing the scratch marks on his arm he had gotten when he had to usher Autumn into the mansion the first time around, “she’s not easily persuaded.”

Still, Miranda couldn’t bring herself to leave Autumn outside, not when there was a storm like this coming. She ran outside, fast enough to see the ruddy tail of the feline vanish down a drain in the side of the road, and immediately let out a groan. Oh, great; guess this was going to have to go the hard way. Slowly approaching the drain Autumn had dove down, Miranda squatted down and slowly offered her hand out. “Autumn?” her call was met with a low growl, as green eyes glared at her hand very intently and the tail of the cat slowly swished back and forth. Miranda understood very well that the cat wasn’t pleased with her in the slightest, but that made no difference to her; the feline couldn’t stay out here, and definitely not in this little hiding hole. But her luring and reassuring had little effect as Autumn just hissed at her, crawling away from her hand and holding up a paw in warning.

"Autumn, please," pulling her hand back just in time so the swatting claws didn't hit her, Miranda let out another deep sigh as she was getting nowhere trying to lure the ruddy cat out of her hiding spot, "you can't hide in a drain during a storm with severe downpour, you're going to get yourself hurt."

Her bargaining was met with a deep hiss and a low, angry yowl, the cat's tail flicking angrily back and forth as her ears flattened almost to her back.

"Just let me help you," Miranda responded, trying to keep her boiling frustration out of her voice and not entirely succeeding. As big green eyes angrily stared at her, she pulled back a little; her mind suddenly bringing up the very valid point that it was rich coming from her to demand anything let her help.

".... That is rather ironic coming from me, huh? Especially with us doing this song and dance for the last five minutes or so and me stubbornly trying to fetch you out of there myself," she sighed, pulling her wrist to herself and dialing a number on her communication device, "fine. Have it your way. I'm getting back up."

"Ja?"

"Hey, Kurt. I'm trying to get Autumn out of a drain before the storm, because unless she decides to develop gills between now and thirty minutes she's going to get herself hurt. She's being very-“ Another loud hiss from the feline interrupted her as Miranda had the gal and audacity to get closer to the entrance of the drain without Autumn's explicit permission.

"Uncooperative, by the sound of it," Kurt replied with a smirk.

"Yeah. Would you come and give it a shot? I really don't want to leave her out here, and she seems more fond of you, usually."

"Sure. I'll be there in a second,” true to his word, Kurt was beside her in less time than it took for her to breath in and exhale a sigh, probably aided by her red hair standing out against the gloom of the day. He smiled warmly at her, and something about the way he came to her for something small in the grand scheme of things made her heart flutter just a little. He sat down next to the drain, making soft hushing noises as it was immediately met with upset hissing.

"Hey, Autumn. Miranda is right, you know. You can't stay out in a storm like this," his voice was so soft and gentle that even Miranda felt more put at ease, quietly watching as Kurt slowly reached his hand towards the cat only to pull it back when he got hissed and swatted at as well, "it's okay, I didn't mean to scare you."

Miranda looked up at the sky, wondering how long they really had left before the clouds decided to open and pour their contents over the lands. She looked back at Kurt, how focused he was on retrieving Autumn from her spot. She watched as he slowly reached his hand out to the cat further, his movements deliberately delicate to not upset the feline further, the soft mimicking cat noises he made to try and reassure her-  Before her brain could continue her train of thought about it, the loud rumble of approaching thunder and lightning let itself be heard; to which Autumn’s hissing immediately stopped as the cat let out a single, soft, terrified noise. It almost broke Miranda’s heart with just how scared the feline sounded.

“It’s okay,” Kurt softly reassured the cat, “you really don’t wanna be out here when the storm comes in. How about we get you indoors, where it’s nice and safe and warm, hm?”

Another rumble in the sky was enough to make the cat change her mind about staying outside. She still avoided his hands, but Autumn crawled out of her hiding spot none the less, as flat to the ground as she could physically make herself while darting straight into Kurt’s lap and half away under the hem of his shirt to try and hide with a terrified whine. He just softly hushed at her, gently freeing her from the grasp of his shirt to scoop the trembling feline up in his arms, while slowly and deliberately petting her to try and calm her down.

“I’ve got you, you���re alright. I know, it’s scary when the sky’s angry.”

She really hadn’t thought it possible to fall for him any harder than she already had, but with how sweet and gentle Kurt was towards the scared cat she swore she could feel him stealing her heart away if he hadn’t already. There was something about his genuine and seemingly unwavering kindness to all and everyone, not just her, that drew her in like a moth to a flame. She shook herself out of her thoughts when those deep pools of glowing yellow eyes curiously turned towards her as he probably felt her staring.

“Sorry; I zoned out there for a spell. Let’s get inside before the skies decide to open up. I don’t think Autumn really wants to be with the other cats, she’s kind of a loner most of the times, so maybe the three of us can just hang out in my room? Besides,” she looked at Autumn who was still shaking in Kurt’s arms, “I’d feel bad about separating her from you when the poor thing is clearly so scared. She seems to feel safe with you, at least.”

Kurt just hummed softly in agreement, making gentle soothing noises to the feline in his arms as he kept softly petting her ruddy fur while he followed Miranda into the mansion. They decided it was probably better if they didn’t introduce an already scared cat to the concept of teleportation, making their way to her room on foot instead. Miranda pushed the cracked open door further open, allowing Kurt in first and going after him to turn on the lights before shutting the door again.

“I don’t know how well she’ll do with the thunder or how that can be heard in-“ she full stopped in her sentence, her eyes drawn to the bedcovers that she swore were moving when she was sure they hadn’t been moving before. Kurt watched her expression change to something he could only describe as exasperated fondness while she placed her hands on her hips.

“Noctis?”

Despite the tone of her voice being straight up parentally disappointed, her call was met with the signature “Mrrp?” of the black feline, who’s head suddenly popped out from somewhere under the blankets- and Kurt genuinely couldn’t stop himself from laughing as Miranda approached the tomcat and booped him on the nose.

“You were supposed to be with the other tomcats, mister. Let me guess, when Gambit had to put Romeo in your designated room, you saw your chance to hide and run away under the cover of the shadows, huh, little void walker?” Noctis just slow blinked at her, purring and rubbing his cheek against her hand as Miranda let out a defeated sigh, “you are way too aware of your own cuteness.”

“It’s not so bad; at least he’s never given Autumn a reason to beat him up,” Kurt remarked, looking at the cat in his arms who was still shaking a little. He watched as Noctis emerged from the blankets only to settle at the feet end and an idea formed in his head. He went over, sitting down in such a way that the head of the cat burying herself away in his arms was pointed towards the black feline and he very gently tapped her on the shoulder, “Autumn, look. Your friend is here; you like Noctis, right? Surely things can’t be so bad, look at how chill he’s being.”

Autumn did look up, sniffing lightly in Noctis’ direction before wiggling her way out of Kurt’s arms, immediately darting over to the black feline and curling up to him as close as she possibly could. Noctis instantly started to gently groom her, purring reassuringly as she rested her chin on one of his front paws. Her green eyes very slowly blinked close, clearly comforted by his presence.

“That’s adorable,” Miranda muttered, sitting down on the bed herself and looking as Kurt leaned back, tail happily swishing at a job well done, “I guess that makes four of us in here, now.”

She looked up at the window, the sound of rain tapping on it distracting her as the outside quickly turned even darker and more gloomy, and before long the water of the heavens above were pouring down relentlessly. Green eyes slowly looked over to the mutant with her, as Miranda let out a small sigh and crawled onto her bed. She propped up her pillows against the headrest before settling in while Kurt was still watching the cats. Autumn still jolted a little when the sky rumbled and lightning struck, but she clearly was affected by how much Noctis didn’t care in the slightest that the weather was so bad. 

Miranda looked at the covers for a moment, a light frown very slowly forming on her face before her gaze slowly went back to the blue mutant. She thought, hesitated for a moment, before a quiet sense of determination lightly pushes her fear aside.

“Hey, uhm,” she started, immediately getting his attention as she spoke, “I promised you I would tell you the story of why Noctis is my favorite of the stray cats on a rainy, stormy night, and, well..”

“You don’t have to,” he softly assured, clambering over to sit down at her side and give her his full attention anyway.

“I know, but I like to believe I’m a woman of my word,” Miranda mumbled, pushing her hair behind her ear as she looked at the cats on the foot end of her bed, her eyes softening at how Noctis was still gently grooming Autumn to keep her calm. The black feline was an absolute sweetheart, that was no secret. Miranda blinked, her eyes very slowly moving to the side to look at Kurt before they flicked back to the cats, “He’s.. the reason I’m here. The reason I’m still here.”

Kurt placed a hand on her shoulder, before deciding against that and resting his head to her shoulder instead while he watched the cats as well, remembering that she found it more difficult to talk about the things on her mind when she felt watched.

“What do you mean?”

“Before I got to the mansion… Life sucked, man. I can try to sugarcoat it anyway I want, and I don’t want to; life sucked. Every single day was a greyscale monotony of going to the same white walled hospital feeding the same people who never seemed to acknowledge my existence aside from HR constantly being on my ass about my hair and eyes to the point where I knew the rulebook on how the cafeteria staff was allowed to look verbatim, only to then come home to the same greyscale apartment that never felt like home.

The one change that made everything less monotone for a while was Shadow acknowledging my existence until one day she was supposed to go on paid leave and then never came back- I only found out when getting here that it was because she was under investigation for being a mutant as well. They never bothered to deliberately include the cafeteria staff in the gossip grapevine at work, but you know I hear things anyway. I didn’t this time, because at that point I had already tuned out all their meaningless arguing over the latest diet trend or what you should definitely do now on the dating scene.

So back I went to the same shit, different day, for several more weeks. One of those days I got to my apartment, looked around a place as desolate and empty as I felt and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t take the hollowness, the numbness, anymore. It had replaced all my emotions to the point where I found myself in the breakroom tossing pens at the ceiling in the hopes the act of vandalism would make me feel something other than the ever growing cold fog of nothing in my chest. I left my apartment and walked until I got to the shores of Breakstone Lake.”

She pulled her legs up to hug her knees, feeling how Kurt’s tail instinctively and lightly wrapped around her waist while her green eyes were still pointed towards the cats on her bed. She sighed, letting go of one of her knees so she could hold up her hand, her thumb and index finger held ever so slightly apart.

“I genuinely don’t remember how long I sat there watching the waves roll on the shore, I just know that I was this damn close to throwing myself in with the intent of never coming back up. I kept watched the water mirror the endless void I felt within me,” she snapped her fingers, only to point over at the cats, “and then he suddenly appears at my side as if summoned by some unseen force. He hopped in my lap, purring up a storm while I petted him, and for some reason his immediate affection for a random sad lady on the middle of the lake beach broke me. I was sobbing, something I hadn’t been capable of doing for way too fucking long.”

She sighed, feeling Kurt’s warmth right next to her as he attentively listened to her story and allowing it to soothe her mind. Strangely enough it wasn’t as difficult as she had imagined to talk about this part. Probably because even when she thought back to it now it was with a sense of familiar numbness that still silenced every other emotion that wanted to be heard.  

“He wouldn’t let me sit there and watch the waves any longer; he kept pestering me to follow him and when I did, he lead me to the Mansion. I refused to go in, because I sincerely doubted the Xmen would take in someone who’s only potential claim to being a mutant was having weirdly colored hair and weirdly colored eyes. I went home, got the everlasting daylights scared out of me when the kitchen cabinet decided it had enough of doing the one job it was assigned, and woke up the next morning like this,” and she vanished on cue before letting her disembodied voice continue, “I went back here two days after because I couldn’t figure out how to turn myself visible again; but I never would’ve known how to get here if he didn’t show me.”

Kurt looked at her, or rather at where his tail still sat around her invisible form, before his yellow eyes flicked over to the black cat and met with the big amber eyes that Noctis had. He mouthed a silent ‘thank you’ to the cat, which was answered with a gentle slow blink.

“And ever since then life has been a rollercoaster because apparently when I deeply and truly wish to feel something the result I’m granted is feeling everything all at once, every day over,” Miranda sighed, staying invisible as she was now getting to the part that to her was a lot harder to admit to, “I gained friends, family, my emotions came back to me- would’ve preferred to have started with joy instead of sadness and terror, but hey, better than numb. I… and I met you.”

She fell silent, worrying at her bottom lip as she wished somewhere deep down that she had the bravery to face him now that his part in the story came up. Truly face him, not when hidden behind her invisibility veil because being open and vulnerable about how she felt was terrifying under the actual gaze of someone else. Even someone she trusted like she trusted him.

“From the moment you popped up beside me you gave me back a feeling I swear I had lost for years at that point; curiosity. I couldn’t stop my eyes from darting in your direction, because everything about you from your skin to your eyes to your form fascinated me. I- I hope that doesn’t come across as weird.”

“It doesn’t,” he assured, the warmth of his voice making her shiver slightly, “curiosity is about the best reaction I can get when people see me for the first time.”

Miranda leaned over to press the softest little kiss atop his head, leaning back a bit more in the soft, propped up pillows for comfort. She took in a shaking breath, taking one of his hands into her own.

“I have no idea what you’ve done to me,” she started, a much lighter but no less sincere tone in her voice, “but somewhere along the way from then to now… I fell in love with you. And for something that I swear has never happened to me ever before, it was surprisingly easy to fall in love with you- a little bit at first and then out of nowhere all at once. You are so warm, and kind, and patient with me even when I feel like I don’t deserve any of the three- when I snarl and swat just like Autumn does when she stows away in a drain point thirty minutes before an incoming storm.”

The cat didn’t react to the shade thrown her way, a little ear flick being the only response before the ruddy feline snuggled up a bit more to her fuzzy companion. Noctis had long since rested his head on her shoulders, eyes shut as he has fallen asleep next to her. Miranda felt herself flinch just a little, debating for a moment whether to continue on the things she still had left to say; the things she found the most scary to admit to. But why stop now at the ninety percent mark and make herself go through the process another time during some other storm? As if on cue the sky rumbled and the wind howled passed the window, the downpour returning full force.

“And, honestly, I thought that’s where it would end. Found my family, my village, my people, my partner. Great end to the story, right? I’ve set up the boundaries of what I want and don’t want in my relationship and you’ve been understanding and respectful of them. And then my emotions go ‘Oh you know what would be really funny right now, like, an absolute winner of a chess move?‘ and unlock some kind of new layer to these feelings at that Halloween party. I-“

Her mouth suddenly ran dry while her cheeks burned up, and she was once more glad that she could hide in the way she could and was allowed to shield herself behind her invisibility like this as she nervously twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. The hand that was still holding his gave a light squeeze, and she immediately got a small supportive squeeze back.

“I guess, on some level, I always held hope to find romance, so finally finding it was a dream come true that I didn’t think about too much, really. But that evening, in that drop dead gorgeous outfit on you? That unlocked a whole new level of feelings that I was convinced only other people felt; never me. All I could think was just ‘oh no, he’s hot,’ which of course fucking Gambit had to notice of all people- yknow, the one who sees a glance like that and immediately knows what I’m thinking.”

“Sorry,” Kurt replied sheepishly, and it earned him another soft kiss on his head to which he couldn’t help but give a slight purr.

“Don’t be. You.. you’re gorgeous, Kurt. Absolutely beautiful, hot, gorgeous and stunning in ways I don’t feel like I have the poetic words needed to describe. And, I guess, all I ask for right now is more of your patience as I try to figure out where the lines of my boundaries are now. Because I don’t even know myself with how much they’ve shifted what I want and don’t want out of our relationship now, and like, obviously I also have to take into account what you want and where your boundaries are in this and I just.. We just need time.”

“We can figure it out together.”

At that notion, Miranda softened a little and slowly let herself return to the visual world, the red painted on her cheeks betraying her emotions just as much as the soft look in her deep green eyes. Kurt sat back up as well, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before holding his arms out to her to invite her in for a hug. She accepted, nestling herself against his chest as she felt him wrap his arms protectively around her, his tail adjusting itself along to easily wrap back around her waist. She took a moment to just listen to his heartbeat; it seemed to go a little faster than it had before.

“Kurt?” she waited for his soft hum in response, “please… please don’t take this to mean that, t-that I lied to you back at the masquerade ball out of some misplaced-“

“Of course I don’t think that,” he assured, softly running his hand over her back to try and calm her down, “I saw how you reacted, how genuine you were in opening up that you don’t feel the way Gambit and Shadow do about each other and how much it scared you for others to see you that way. And I didn’t lie when I told you that was fine by me; and it still is. Just because your feelings are shifting now doesn’t mean what you said before was a lie. Wait…”

He thought for a moment, his mind slowly putting two and two together about the panic attack she had mere days after the Halloween party. If she truly felt like her changing feelings on the matter of this kind of intimacy meant what she had thought before was a lie, of course her mind had spiraled out of control without anyone to correct her on it. Everything about him softened even further than it already had, knowing just how much bravery she was showing in baring her soul to him like she had.

“Miranda… Süße, I would never take you changing your mind on something as you lying to me about how you felt. I- Look, I guess it’s safe to think that with everything going on in your life prior to joining the mansion you have never felt anything like this for anyone- neither romantic nor more than that?” he could feel how she nodded slightly, her grip on him tightening just a smidge, “that doesn’t change either just because you found me now, does it? Anyone who tells you you’re a liar now just because you found one exception to how you usually feel about people is just deliberately trying to upset you; it would be the same as someone telling me that I’m lying about being a catholic when I look like a demon, that Morph is lying about their identity anytime they shift into any of their forms that don’t align with how they feel about themself, or that Gambit being with a woman now means he lies about being attracted to men as well.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, settling into the soft pillows. She had been just as attentively listening to him, feeling even the voice in her head lowkey agreeing with the sense he was making. If only she had just turned to him before, then all of this wouldn’t have piled up to the mountain it had become now. “Fair points… Sorry for dumping all of this on you all at once…” “It’s okay; I’m glad you told me. I’m proud of you for sharing this with me, for trusting me with this.”

Someone being proud of her for opening up about the thoughts on her mind? Oh, yup, that would do it. At the gentle and sincere praise her eyes started to water, rapidly overwhelmed by hearing words she didn’t realise she had needed to hear so badly. They weren’t even bad tears, more tears of a catharsis she had been absolutely desperate for as she felt him softly press another kiss to her head.

“And I mean it, we’ll figure it out together; I’m really not that far ahead of you experience wise myself either. So all these new thoughts and feelings we can find out about and experience together at our own pace,” Kurt spoke softly, running his fingers through her hair, “Because what I do know is that we don’t have to rush anything, okay? We’ve got plenty of time. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

She pushed herself back up a little, all in order to steal a kiss that proved the bubbling feelings underneath to which he simply pulled her in closer to kiss her back. They broke apart to settle back in each other’s warm embrace, with Miranda having her arms just as tightly and securely around him as he had his around her. She thought for a moment, pressing herself a little bit closer to him for security and comfort.

 ‘This must be what it feels like to find sanctuary,’ her mind softly concluded as they just cuddled for the rest of the evening- mirroring the cuddling of the cats at the end of the bed.