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[gracieheartspedro]

Trash Talk

abby anderson x fem!reader

description: you and abby anderson go waaayyy back, and she can't stand you. after being distant for years, you can't help but pick on her and get under her skin. you can't help yourself. maybe it's those god damn arms and that cute smile she makes sometimes. so, why not try to bully her enough so she will take you to bed?

word count: 7.1k

warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, nsfw, smut, wlw, some slight bullying, threatening of one's life, murder (reader kills scars), use of guns, dom!abby, fingering, eating out, shower sex, use of a strap on, dirty talk, abby calls reader tons of names, major teasing!!

author's note: first abby one shot. let's goooo! lemme know what you guys think. I really liked writing this and I'm down for any requests for abby or ellie!! love you guysssss <3

“Are you the one braiding your hair every day or do you have some pretty girl do it for you?”

Abby’s head spun over how dumb your questions had been all afternoon. Luckily for her, you were being quiet up until this moment. 

You are propped up beside her on the back of the jeep, your rifle slung across your lap. You were itching to get a rise out her today, it was fun to watch her eyes roll into the back of her head. 

She cocks her gun, her eyes trained forward and away from you. She’s always on edge when you’re out on patrol. Her furrowed eyebrows and tense shoulders made your relaxed and at ease body language look unjustified. 

“I braid it myself,” Is all she says. You train your eyes to watch her muscles flex as she inspects her gun closely. You contemplate your answer, do you ask if she can braid yours next or do you ask if that’s how she got those insane arms of hers. 

You don’t make a decision by the time Manny slams on the breaks, unexpectedly. Abby’s body flies into yours, sliding across the bench and crashing into your side. You wince, snapping your head forward to the road. 

“We got company, chicas!”

You duck when the first shot hits the steel of the car. Abby grabs your waist, dragging you down onto the bed of the SUV. She didn’t want your death on her hands, knowing Isaac would never forgive her for losing his best gunner. You roll away from her grasp, propping your rifle forward where Manny is driving. 

Scars on horseback surround the road in front of you. 

They are easy to take out when they are high up, for you at least. 

“Manny, duck your head!” You holler, glancing back at Abby who’s hand is still somehow on you. She looks conflicted, her gun still loosely in her grip. 

You prop your gun up, aiming at a older man on the closest horse trailing the jeep. He has a bow, which doesn’t move as fast as your bullet. You ease into the trigger, taking out the guy with a head shot. You didn’t have time to think about your reasonings for killing the guy, you never had the time to think about it. You knew that these men would kill Manny, Abby, and you, if they had the chance, so you guess the proper reaction is a bullet to the skull. 

You hear Abby yelling something but your ears are ringing at the sound of you taking out each Scar one-by-one. You don’t even let them get behind the SUV, knowing they would be getting a better shot at you. Once the last one flies off the back of their horse at the impact of your bullet, you sit up. 

You realize that Abby hasn’t fired a single shot. 

“I think we have a flat tire! I’m gonna pull off when I find cover,” Manny explains, his voice loud over the sound of the ringing in your ears. 

Abby sits up beside you, gripping the side of the bench with her left hand. She gets a good look at your completely unfazed face and it pisses her off. You never had a moment to second guess your actions and you never had an honest reaction to killing upward of 7 men. You were always stone cold and even. You weren’t always like that. You used to have some life left in your steely eyes. At least, that’s what she thought. 

You were disassociated from the entire world when put in any situation that could be deemed “dangerous”. It’s almost like a completely different person took over your body. Your reactions were not your own. But when you finally came to, your bones would vibrate with anxiety and adrenaline. You were just a master at disguising it because you didn’t want everyone around you to see you as weak. You can never be weak, again. 

Even if Abby took out that many men, which she has done before, she still walks away with a small inkling of guilt written on her face. You don’t even quiver at the sight of violence and death, not that she sees, anyway. 

But it does eat away at you. You’re plagued with nightmares if you can ever even find sleep at night. Most nights are spent curled into a ball, staring off into space, praying the walls will just cave in and suffocate you. You hardly eat most of the time, the thought of munching on food makes you nauseous. 

Manny pulls into a familiar warehouse that’s usually a stopping point for one of your patrol routes. The jeep is jittering, chugging forward with a scraping noise. You stand up when it completely stops, jumping down from the side. You sling your backpack over your shoulder and your gun strap across your other.

You watch Abby jump down after you, her impact on the ground loud. She stares at you with this annoyed look on her face. 

“What’s wrong, baby girl? Mad you didn’t get a shot off?”

Your tone makes her ball her hands into fists.

“Can you shut your fucking mouth ever?”

Manny chirps in quickly after she says it, “Ay! Quit it you two!”

You bow your head, “Yeah, Abby. You need to blow off some steam. Gettin’ all worked up.”

Manny slaps your shoulder lightly, gesturing you two to get inside the warehouse. You knew you had to clear it before you settled in to discuss the next game plan. You stand there watching Abby strut towards you, her eyes scanning your body up and down. 

She is only a little bit taller than you, but she’s built like an ox. When you two were acquainted, she was about your stature. Now that she needs to prove herself, she bulked up and became even more hot. 

“You’re lucky Isaac needs your ass, because if were up to me, I’d send you straight to the Island and watch them pick you apart.”

Her voice is vicious and you could tell she was pissed at you for teasing her. It only made you smile in sick pleasure. You craved getting under her skin. 

“Love it when you talk dirty to me, Abs.”

She ignores your comment, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. You were doing it so well, too. 

You three creep inside the warehouse, stalking around the open area, ensuring there’s no one nearby to sneak up on you. Your running low on ammo, but you didn’t want to ask Abby for a new magazine. She would bitch you out for not grabbing an extra. With that in mind, you sling your rifle across your back and pull out your pistol. You cock it, which interupts the silence you three had been settling in. 

“A pistol?” Manny questions, quietly. You nod slowly, discharging the magazine to make sure you had a stacked shell. 

You huff, “Yeah, I’m out of hallow points for the rifle.”

Abby stops in her tracks, “You forgot another magazine, didn’t you?”

She wanted so badly to be right, especially when it came to you fucking up. You stare at her as you shove the magazine back into the grip. 

“Eat my ass, Abby.”

She laughs, watching your face fall as you cock the gun again. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Manny grimaces, “Please, stop, you two. Let’s get this place clear and then figure out what we do next.”

Manny was right. You and Abby separate, both of you trailing up some stairs to the extended area of the warehouse. You check every corner on your side, ensuring no one will be sneaky and catch you all off guard. Once you all decide it’s clear, you meet up at the staircase Manny is walking down.

Manny was a good friend and a rare hookup. You had slept with him a couple times and while he was always a generous guy, he never made you cum. He always joked that it was because you liked girls better, and truthfully, he may be right. He was handsome but he never really did it for you. 

Abby, on the other hand, you and her went way back and she did it for you. Before becoming Isaac’s favorite, you were pretty good friends with her. You two sat together in “school” and she taught you how to make someone pass out by putting them in a headlock. You had confided in her about your past and she was the only one who truly knew everything. You genuinely liked her and wanted so badly to tell her how you felt. But once Isaac took interest in your skill set, he trained you vigorously with his top men. You had no time for anything anymore. It pissed Abby off so much, for some odd reason. You’d think a friend would be proud that the head honcho took interest in you and wanted to make you better. But instead, Abby took it as a personal jab and started ignoring you. When you confronted her, she told you that she was too busy for friends. That, of course, didn’t stop her from having a whole ass friend group without you. When you befriended Manny, he told you that Abby only saw you as competition. 

So you became even better. Not wanting to repeat the same mistake, you kept everyone at an arms length and avoided getting close with anyone. It made you withdrawn, and eventually, you realized you were not meant to be a friend to anyone. You were made to be a killer.  

“So what do we do now? Go back or go to our assigned checkpoint?”

Abby’s training her eyes on Manny and Manny only. She refuses to even glance your direction. You turn your gun safety on and tuck it into your waistband. 

“How far do you think we are from the checkpoint?” You question, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“Too fuckin’ far,” Abby responds, still not looking at you.

You smirk, “Perfect, then let’s do that. Maybe Abby can get her finger on a trigge-“

Before you can finish your sentence, Abby’s reaching out and pulling your body towards her by your shirt. You don’t even flinch, your body just flies forward as she finally stares daggers into you. You like being this close to her, it makes the hair on your arms stand up. 

“I swear to God,” She’s gritting her teeth, “If you don’t stop fucking around, I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”

You press yourself closer to her. Her fist with your balled up shirt grazes your boobs. Manny doesn’t say anything, just rolls his eyes, anticipating your response. You like this game. The one where you tease Abby and she becomes enraged by your words and eventually it comes to a tipping point. She’s always just thrown something, her manhandling you was new.  

“I’d love to see you try, sweetheart,” You mutter, your face millimeters from hers, “I don’t think you’re remembering what our body counts are and who’s surpassing the other by a fucking landslide.”

“I’d love to add you to mine, that’s for damn sure,” She responds quickly, eager to one up you. You giggle at the double meaning that comes to mind. You would like to be on her body count list, for sure.

“Stop it!”

You both shoot a look at Manny who’s nudging you two apart. Abby unhands your shirt, and you step backward away from her, tripping a bit over some broken concrete. She looks you up and down with disgust. 

“You need to stop acting like you’re better than everyone else,” She grumbles, ignoring Manny’s pleas for a truce. 

“You need to stop acting so serious all the time! Get a grip, I’m just fuckin’ with you.”

“I said stop! I knew you guys hated one another but I didn’t know this was gonna be a who’s dick is bigger competition. You both need to relax!”

Abby’s face is twisted and you hated that you found it attractive. God, you wanted to fucking hate her. 

Abby crosses her arms, flexing them right in front of you. She notices your expression change. She knew you had a little crush before, but she thought that feeling was long gone. She shoves the small inkling of optimism that you may still feel that way down.

Manny speaks up again, “We should just head back and tell Isaac we will head back out tomorrow morning. It’s going to be dark in about an hour. It’s too risky.”

“Agreed,” Abby tightens up her folded arms, “If you wanna go out by yourself, you can do that. We can tell Isaac you went awol.”

You smirk at her suggestion, “No, I want to be there to tell him you can’t pull your punches. Be way more satisfying to watch you squirm.”

-

“I’m glad everyone was okay,” Isaac says, his deep voice dropping an octave, “I’ll get more guys to go with you tomorrow morning. You three get back here at sunrise, okay?”

You clear your throat, “Want me to run through how to shoot a gun with Abby before we ship out?”

Manny huffs, “Come on, dude.”

“I think she’d benefit from it,” You say matter-of-factly to Isaac. You can feel Abby’s gaze burning into you. She’s leaning against the door frame, while you are seated in front of Isaac’s sprawling desk. You always felt like he only sat there to seem more authoritative. To you, he was just a man. 

“Play nice, little one,” He stands up from his rolling chair to stand in front of your manspreaded legs, “You still need to prove to me that you’re loyal. Don’t think I forgot about the incident at the hospital last week.”

Your stomach drops while Abby’s ears perk up.

“What happened at the hospital last week?”

Her voice is eager, which only makes you angrier. You adjust yourself in your seat, sitting up straighter. 

“She refused to kill a Scar,” He explains, teetering over you, “She shot a Wolf instead.”

“He demanded I gut a child in front of her mother. I am not going to do shit like that.”

Isaac chuckles before slamming his fist down on the table beside him, “You can and you fuckin’ will. If I get any more push back from you, I’ll get Anderson here to take you out herself.”

You stand up quickly, avoiding everyone’s gazes. You want to throw your knife into his throat, but you know that wouldn’t end well. You didn’t want to have to be on the run again.

Being humiliated in front of Abby and Manny made you feel sick. You hadn’t felt shame in so long, not even when you were reprimanded last week for shooting that guy between the eyes. You were lucky he was just some new recruit and had no family back at the Stadium. Isaac spared you because he needs you. You’re a good asset. 

“We clear?” 

His voice bounces off the wall. You don’t say anything, you just nod slightly and storm out of the office. You hear the door slam behind you as you swiftly walk towards the staircase. There’s men loitering in the hallway, waiting for Isaac to tell them to go kill another Scar. Pathetic, you thought. 

You start to think about how didn’t want to face Abby and Manny tomorrow, but you knew better to ignore direct orders. Maybe a shower would rinse off the disgusting dirty feeling that plagued your skin. 

-

“Didn’t know I was workin’ with a traitor today,” Abby says from behind you. You’re in the community bathrooms, cursing that it’s even a thing because you knew some shit like this would happen. You thought since it was midnight, you wouldn’t have any company. You were, of course, wrong. 

Abby has her towel draped over her broad shoulder and a small container with her soaps. You were just about to strip down and take one of the spickets on the tiled wall when she interrupts your routine.

You swallow hard, not in the mood to argue with her. Even if there’s no one around, you don’t feel like entertaining anymore.

“‘M not a traitor. I just don’t kill children.” 

You had very limited morals, but you drew the line at children. You remember what it was like to watch your friends get picked off by raiders when you were a kid. You remember being horrified hearing the screams of their mothers. You remember the innocence being stripped from you. You can’t stomach the idea of killing someone who has no control over their life or the decisions of others, so you don’t. 

Isaac showed no mercy to any Scar, but you did and he was trying his very hardest to beat that out of you. The only reason you were stuck on the patrol with Manny and Abby in the first place was because he knocked you down to more minor runs and not the intense ones you were on before. It was your “punishment” for disrespecting authority. You were lucky to even have your head after killing that guy in front of other Wolves. 

Abby grumbles something inaudible. 

“You remember when we were forced to watch those daycare kids after not doing our morning mile?” You reflect, thinking back to easier times with Abby, “Imagine one of those innocent kids being gutted by a machete and it’s your own hand doing it. If a child is going to die in the name of some stupid land, I don’t want to be the one holding the weapon. Isaac can have sociopaths like you to do that.”

“Me? The sociopath? If I’m remembering correctly, they gave you the nickname Heartless after your run through on the East side a couple months ago,” Abby’s voice is venmous, “You are the top Scar killer right now. You kill and you don’t even flinch.”

“I kill people who try to kill me,” You grab the hem of your top, pulling it over your head, “I need to protect myself. And whoever I’m with. I’m not given a choice.”

“Was that guy trying to kill you? The one you shot between the eyes?”

You’re silent. She poses a good question, a question you don’t have a good answer for. You turn to face her, and the first thing you realize is her braid is becoming unraveled. You purse your lips, racking your brain for a response after being distracted. The only rebuttal is a question, something that has eaten you alive ever since it started.

“Why do you hate me so fuckin’ much?” 

She cocks her head to the side, “Are you serious right now?”

Deep down, Abby never hated you. She was jealous of you. She wanted everything you had. She couldn’t stand seeing someone be better than her, especially a girl she liked. And you did everything so well. She harbored a secret crush on you for a while, even when she was with Owen. She hated that she liked you and you were leaving her behind to advance up the ranks. She only wanted your attention, truthfully. Now, since she distanced herself from you, everything you did ate her alive. While poking fun at her was your way of flirting, Abby reeled over it every night before bed. How could you be so mean?

“We were friends, Abby. I told you about my family. I told you everything, and as soon as I got in with Isaac, you iced me out. Told me you didn’t need friends,” You huff out, “I knew that was a lie then and I know it’s a fuckin’ lie now because you have friends. Lots of them. Why couldn’t I be your friend?”

“Because I can’t be friends with you!”

Her voice is high pitched, almost shaky. You take a step forward and for once she doesn’t step away from you. You’re in her space, your hip bone millimeters from her hands. Your eyes are trained on her reaction, which is just her eyes averting away from you. 

“Why can’t we be friends, Abs?”

You reach up, grabbing her messy braid softly. She flinches a bit, easing into the idea of you touching her. It’s been a long time since you were this close to her without her resisting. She still won’t look you in the eyes. Your fingers travel down her mousey braid until you’re trailing her collarbone and wide shoulders. As your digits trace her bicep, she finally looks at you for a moment. The tension is palpable, your question still hanging in the air. 

“You’re impossible,” She murmurs, her eyes flicking away again, “And you’re despicable. You think you’re bett-”

“Cut the shit,” Your hand stops right at her wrist and you wrap your much smaller hand around it. You know the real reason she won’t be your friend, it’s written all over her face, “You hate me because you want me, Abby. You always have. Almost as much as I want you.”

“Want is a strong word,” She chirps, “I was in a relationship when we were friends. I had Ow-”

“Don’t even say his fuckin’ name,” Your free hand tilts her head back toward your gaze. You hated that fucker for messing with your Abby, “Can you just indulge me? Admit that the reason you’re pissy with me is because you want me between your legs?”

You can feel her tense up, her jaw going slack. 

“Nah, don’t think that’s what I want,” Her voice finally changes. It’s more sultry, the tone shifting with the conversation. She shakes out of your grip, bringing her hand up to your chin, “Think I need to teach you a thing or two. Shut that stupid smart mouth up for a minute.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, you’ve been a fuckin’ bitch and you need to be taught a lesson,” Hearing the words come out her mouth has your core clenching with anticipation. She’s silent waiting for you to agree, but you just stare at her with a smirk. “Do you need me to show you here or do you want me to show you in your room?”

“Why not yours?”

“Because Manny is there. Unless you want to give him a show like the slut I know you are.”

She makes the hair on your arms stand up. She scans your body as you contemplate your options. This is a moment you’d been waiting for, so you can’t fuck it up. You finally have her exactly where you want her. 

You can’t be caked in dirt and grime when she’s devouring you, right?

“I need a shower,” You mutter. It catches her off guard. You swallow before continuing, “I think you need one, too. So, how about we take our showers and then you can walk me back to my room.”

She doesn’t even say anything, just begins stripping off her tank top. She’s sporting a black sports bra underneath and my God, does she look good in only a bra. You have seen her in a bra before, but never with a six pack and huge arms like she has now. She smiles at your gawking. She shoves off her cargo pants, leaving her just in her underwear and bra. 

You finally come to your senses and start stripping as she walks over to one of the shower heads and turns it on. She looks excellent from the back, too, you think. 

“We don’t have all night,” She groans, watching you slowly start undoing your bra, “Hurry up before I change my mind.”

You walk towards the shower head next to the one that’s running for her. She pulls the hem of her bra up and off, revealing her full chest to you. You follow her lead, undoing the back of your bra and letting your breasts free. The water is soaking your feet and you still have your underwear on. It’s almost like a competition as to who can break first and touch the other, and it wasn’t going to be you. You shimmy your underwear off, tossing both your bra and panties to the pile outside of the shower. 

“Jesus Christ,” She howls as you let the water take over your body. Her eyes are glued to your chest, “It’s like they got bigger.”

You sneer at her comment, “I could say the same about you in general.”

“Yeah?” She slips off her underwear, leaving nothing to imagination anymore. She caves first, creeping into your stream of hot water with you and wrapping her large arms around your waist. Chills shoot up every part of your body when her lips dip down to leave open mouth kisses on your shoulder blade. Her hands trail upward from your hips to your stomach to your tits. You watch in disbelief when her massive hands take up most of your boobs. She cradles them in her palms before massaging you tenderly. You’re already a moaning mess, pushing your ass into her crotch. 

“Let’s get you clean since that’s what you want,” She drops your boobs before reaching out for her soap. She starts to lather herself up before her hands return to your buzzing body. You let her hands wander, coating you in her pine soap. You didn’t care for the scent, but it smelled like her and you always wanted that scent on your body. 

She manhandles you a bit before using your arm to twist you around to face her. She’s staring down at you, her pupils dark with desire. You realize her hair is still in a braid and resting on her bare shoulder. While she continues to rub you down, you grab the end of her braid and start to undo it. 

When her wavy hair is released from the hair tie, you realize how long it is now. No wonder she keeps it braided, it must get in her way. 

“May need to rebraid your hair,” You mutter, your hand still dancing around her decolletage.

“I’ll just have you hold it up while I eat you out.”

You smirk as she focuses her attention on pinching and tugging on your hard nipples. You ogle her, unsure how you got here. Earlier she was threatening to kill you, now she’s toying with your body and leaving you the wettest you’ve ever been. She backs you into the water, having you rinse off the suds. 

“Abby,” You finally catch her gaze and her lips are pursed in concentration. She looks at your expression and then it finally happens. She kisses you, feverishly. You almost slip on the wet floor as she aggressively pushes you back against the tiled wall. Luckily, her arm is completely enveloping your hip, keeping you stable against her. Your bodies are wet and burning with desire, eager to touch every inch of each other. Abby pulls away, catching her breath. 

“We need to speed this part up, I need to fuck you.”

You chuckle, wrapping your arms around her neck, “We are having fun though, aren’t we?”

She shakes her head, “Rinse yourself off, no more back talk.”

She pulls away from you, quickly showering herself. You don’t even wash your hair like you need to, you just watch her lather her body up, slowly circling your clit with your middle and pointer finger. She does not even realize what you’re doing until you are moaning in her direction. 

“You’re a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

She pulls your hand away from your sensitive nub, using you as leverage when she gets on her knees. She’s staring up at you, pulling you forward by your ass. She looks too good at this angle. 

“Please, Abby,” You beg, wanting her to devour you whole.

“Hold my hair, baby. Just like I said.”

She nudges your knees apart, her face centimeters from your dripping core. She uses her long fingers to spread apart your pussy lips, soaking in the fact that she was the one who made you this wet. You reach down, pulling her long locks upward to get them off her shoulders. When she creeps in closer, her tongue is extended outward. As soon as it makes contact with your slit, you throw your head back, your hand full of hair loosening. She works her tongue around your pussy, pressing forward even more. She has her full face in you, her nose poking your clit every time she moves her tongue and lips. 

You’ve never been eaten out like this before. She’s a starved woman, begging you to feed her your sweet juices. Your knees feel like they could give out at any moment, so you grip onto her shoulder to balance yourself. She’s switching between slurping and sucking, her mouth working magic on your senstive pussy. 

Just when you think her head can’t get any better, her fingers enter the equation. She slips her long fingers between your slit, finding your hole after exploring for a moment. She guides one finger into you, then two. She’s groaning into you, watching your body twitch under her touch. She’s fucking you so fast, you can feel yourself teetering over the edge. She switches up her moves, flicking her tongue on your clit and fucking you slower. It sends you into bliss, your mouth agape as you stare down at her pressed against your core. You cry out, trying your best not to let your legs surrender to your weight.

“Yes baby,” She watches you fall apart, her finger tips swiping over your clit fast, “That’s right, cumming apart on my tongue. That’s so hot.”

Your vision is hazy, but you can still make out Abby as she stands up. Her hands rest on your waist as she brings you into a ravenous kiss. You’re still in a daze from your orgasm as she shuts off the warm water behind you. She’s guiding you out of the showers, bringing you back to your clothes and towel. She helps you by wrapping your towel around your center.

“You okay to walk back to your room?” She questions, watching you shakingly dry yourself off. 

You chuckle a bit, “Why? Do you want to carry me or something?”

She gives you a smug look, “Do you need me to?”

You want to smack the expression clear off her face. The freckles that litter her face scrunch in a teasing manner, which makes you melt a bit. You continue drying off before you throw back on your pants and shirt. You would be taking them off within the next two minutes, anyway, but you had to make it through the main hallways. 

Abby does the same thing before she gathers all her belongings and waits for you. As you rake your fingers through your hair, she jokingly starts tapping her foot.

“Can you relax?”

She shakes her head “no”. You roll your eyes, grabbing all your things and leading the way to your room. 

Abby knew your room would be better because you were graced with a room all by yourself. Courtesy of being Isaac’s top dog. 

You were vigilant about keeping a clean suite, always making sure your limited belongings had a place. You did not have people in your room often, so you were a bit nervous to have Abby Anderson in your room. 

She trails behind you closely, grunting every so often to indicate her impatience. Once you're outside your room, you unlock it with the key around your neck. It was easier to keep it on your chain, you hated stuffing your pockets with loose items. 

The cold air hits your skin. You were known for keeping a cold room. You always ran hot at night and you refused to sweat. When Abby walks into your suite, she starts to laugh. You lay down your towel and undergarments. 

“What’s so funny?” You ask, your wet hair sticking to your shoulders.

“You haven’t changed at all,” She grumbles, tossing her stuff in a pile beside your front door. The comment takes you off guard, simply because you spent years trying to be someone different.

“Why do you think that?”

“You are still so Type A,” She’s bounding towards you, stopping centimeters from your still-orgasm-dazed body, “You always run hot. It’s fuckin’ freezing in here.”

She’s cowering over you, her hot breath getting closer to your face. Before she can kiss you, she averts her head to the crook of your neck. 

“You still smell of lavender,” She kisses your pulse point before continuing, “And you need attention or else you’ll die. You thrive off pissing everyone off.”

“Especially you,” You practically moan as she continues to kiss your throat. When you say that, she lifts her head and stares down at you. She’s so symmetrical and beautiful. You loved seeing every freckle, every wrinkle of her nose. The fullness of her pink lips. 

“Especially me, that’s right.”

She pulls you in again, this time using her large hands to push your ass forward, capturing your lips as you melt into her grip. You move fluidly with her direction, peeling off your clothes again and frenching her when her lips slip open. Your tongues battle but you fully submit when she slowly bites down. She’s hungry for more.

You grab onto her forearms, tugging her towards your full size bed in the corner of the room. 

You always kept your blinds drawn, not allowing the large windows to expose your personal space. You’re silently thanking the angels for your obsessiveness because if someone spotted you and Abby right now, it would somehow get back to Isaac. He would have a cow if he found you two messing around. That’s too much of a distraction and you need to focus on the “mission”. 

Well, right now your mission is to make Abby cum.

You two fall on the bed, her hands still resting on the curve of your ass. She groans when you pull away from her lips. You tug at her shirt, gesturing to her to rid herself of her clothes. She obliges and she’s finally naked in your bed. You could die happy. 

You were too caught up in her touching you earlier, now you want to feel her. When the cold air touches her nipples, you notice them stand at attention. You practically fall into her chest, latching your mouth onto her tits, sucking the skin. She moans out, her hips reacting by pressing forward into you. You swirl your wet tongue around her areola, teasing her sensitive nipples. 

“God damn,” She whimpers, her hands exploring your hips. You use your teeth, nibbling slightly as you pull away from her one boob. She falls onto her back, releasing you from her grip. You crawl on top of her, straddling her waist with your thighs. You press your slick entrance on top of her mound, dragging it back and forth, teasing her. 

“You want me to touch your pretty pussy with my mouth?” You ask, resting your hands on her abs. She was so built, just tracing the outline of her 6-pack made you quiver. 

“God yes.”

Her voice is deeper, her pleasure taking over her vocal chords. You grind down on her before you shimmy down her legs and settle between her thighs. You lay on your tummy, lining up your face with her middle. 

She’s dripping, her entrance waiting for your fingers and mouth. You loved returning the favor, especially for women. You got off on hearing a woman chant your name as you alternate between licking and sucking. It would always boost your ego, but now that it’s Abby in your bed? You’ll be satisfied if she’s the last one to ever get in bed with you. 

She talked a big game about “teaching you a lesson” but here you are, shoving your fingers deep inside her and fucking her with your tongue. You smirk at the thought, watching her face twist in delight. You swirl your tongue around her sensitive throbbing clit. You were fed off her reactions, your eagerness to make her feel good increasing the more she cried out. 

You wrap your lips around her clit as you’re three fingers deep, fucking her steadily. As soon as you start the suction on her pussy, Abby is falling apart on your face. It’s a quick reaction, which gives you a bit of an ego boost. You watch her stomach flex, her jaw clench, and her mouth let out a guttural moan. 

Once she catches her breath, you slide off the bed, heading to your side table. You open the drawer, searching for the one thing that Abby could use to teach you a lesson. 

You pull out the black strap on you found a couple months ago at an abandoned sex store downtown. You haven’t used it yet, but you did make the effort to clean it before you tucked it away. This seemed like the perfect time for it to shine. 

You show Abby, her eyes lighting up with excitement. She snatches it from you, giggling as she stands up. 

“It’s like putting underwear,” You explain as she messes with the strap. It was like a thong with a dick attached. Very advanced technology.

“It’s perfect,” She whispers, sliding it over her massively thick thighs. Once she gets it on, it’s kind of silly to look at. Seeing Abby with a massive cock made you chuckle, but instead of following your reaction, it’s like it gave her a newfound attitude. 

It’s like a switch goes off. Instead of slowing down after an orgasm, like you, she manhandles you and grabs your biceps. She tows you up to her naked body before she pins you down to the bed. She plants herself like a tree between your legs, the large silicone dick nudging your inner thighs. You still can see her glistening core through the straps. 

“I need to watch you come apart again,” She explains as she holds the cock in her hand, “Wanna watch you cum over and over again.”

Her hair is messily over her shoulders, so when she leans down to stare down at the dick sliding between your folds, it falls in her face. She tucks it behind her ears, but it still drifts down her chest. You circle your hips, sighing at the feeling of the ridges of the dildo against your sensitivity. 

“Fuckin’ hair,” She fusses. You giggle a bit, watching her throw it back over her shoulders. You nudge her shoulder, using some force to pull her over your body. She leans down, her hair falling onto your face. 

“I’ll hold it for you, just make me feel good,” You murmur, using both hands to gather her hair. She gasps as you tug on her locks. You use some of the leverage you have to position her even closer to you. She reaches between your bodies and coats the cock in your slick. As soon as she teases your entrance with it, you pull her hair back. It sends her over the edge as she eases the dick inside you. It hurts a bit, so when she draws back you tell her to coat it in her saliva. She does what she’s told, spitting into her free hand a couple times and covering the appendage with it. 

Once she eases in again, the stretch feels better with the lubrication. Your thighs want to clench so bad, but the way she’s resting on you, you have no way to. She draws in and out of your pussy, grunting at the impact. 

It feels so good, but part of you wishes you just had her beautifully long fingers inside you. 

She moves your hands away from her hair and throws her head back, tossing her blond hair back. She props your legs up, plowing into you. You’re crying out, your ears ringing with the sound of your own heartbeat. 

“God, I need you to cum, baby,” She mumbles, kissing your knee as your body starts to vibrate. The cock is hitting you in all the right spots, but you need more. You reach down, using the pads of your fingers to stimulate your clit.

“Please don’t stop!”

It riles her up more, her pace quickening with every gasp. She pushes your fingers away, replacing them with her own. The pressure she applies sends your body into overdrive. Between her moans and the physicality, your orgasm hits you like a train. She fucks you through it, mumbling phrases like “that’s my good girl” and “yes baby, give it to me”. 

Once it’s over, it feels like your heart may beat out of your chest. She pulls the strap out and stands up beside your bed, shoving it off her hips. You watch her closely as she props the item up on your side table. She’s careful not to mess with any of you meticulously placed knick knacks. 

“You good?” She asks, her voice cracking a bit. 

She wanted to say more, but as she looks at you all fucked out on your bed, she feels a pang of guilt. She should not be indulging in this type of stuff, especially when you’re going against the cause. Abby had it made here, she can’t risk anything. 

“‘m all good, Abs. Do you wanna stay?”

She shakes her head negatively. 

“I think I’m gonna head back to my room. We gotta be up in a couple hours.”

You notice she’s being cold, which sends you into a spiral. You want to reassure her, but you know deep down she’s already made up her mind. 

You clear your throat, “Well, we can at least wake up together.”

“No, I don't think that’s the best idea,” She explains as she finds her clothes across your bedroom. She lays them on the bed beside you as she starts to dress herself. She has this look of concern on her face. It makes you physically ill, knowing it’s the face of regret. 

“Well, I guess we are back to square one.”

She throws her shirt over her head before she’s gathering up her things and practically running to the door. You want to pick up the dildo and sling it at her head. You can’t believe this. 

She reaches for the door before turning around to face you, “Guess so.”

PART 2 is HERE

#abby anderson #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou #abby from tlou #abby tlou smut #tlou x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #the last of us #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby the last of us #abby x reader #the last of us 2 #gracieheartspedro

[glitched-dawn]

I don't want to flex or anything at all, rather get rid of praise, but I've been told by a few people online and in real life (and an author on an assignment I made that wasn't even on my novels lol) that my writing is extremely good, and I've only given snippets and scenes to them. One guy even told me I could be the next Tolkien, and holy shit that is some uplifting praise, but I'll settle on people just knowing that I'm the one who wrote that little series. That's enough for me.

But the thing is. If I do blow up, whether that be like Rick Riordan, John Green, Susanne Collins or anything in between, I am going to get so much fucking backlash.

See, I purposefully make my novel series insanely diverse. Both with color, sexuality and gender, mental illness and fantasy races.

There's like. A total of three straight couples in the series. The entire main cast is queer, both in sexuality and gender, and most of the side characters are queer too. Not to talk about diversity - even though a big part of them look white, they are from all over the world, and I swear to fucking god if someone dares to turn the novels into movies without the characters' accents I am personally going to lobotomize you

Anyways. There's a lot of representation and diversity. So imagine the fucking backlash I'd get from TERFs and homophobes, not to talk about transphobes, as me and one of the main characters are trans! (I stole my name from him lol :3)

All I'm worrying about it people hypersexualizing stuff, for example onne of the main characters and the main-main character are both on the aspec, and the main-mc has explicitly told the audience (through my written words) that he is fucking tired of people hypersexualizing him, as he's handsome as shit, but his whole thing is that it doesn't matter if someone is the most wonderful person ever on the outside, they can be fucked up beyond humanity on the inside.

So let's go I want this to blow up now lol I wanna see the bigots burn

#writeblr #writing #my writing #wip #writers on tumblr #writers #writing inspiration #authors #author #my novels #novel #novel series

[cowgurrrl]

Ptolemae

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader (except this is all backstory)

Author’s note: I was listening to Ethel Cain the entire time while writing this and it shows

Summary: “Rage is not to be avoided, diminished, belittled. Rage is God. Better believe my rage is steeped in love.” — Shira Erlichman, as quoted in Jacqui Germain’s When the Ghosts Come Ashore [3.8k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, canonical type violence, PTSD symptoms, probably incorrect wound care, angst, feminine rage bordering on insanity (my favorite)

It takes you a full forty-eight hours to approach the soldiers in the center of what's left of the city. They've set up tents and medical sites among the rubble. They're calling themselves the Federal Disaster Response Agency or FEDRA. Their uniforms are identical to the one the woman who was ready to shoot you was wearing. They carry assault rifles and yell orders out, every so often burying a bullet in some Infected's head as they approach the camp. You don't trust them, but then again, you didn't trust many people before the world went to shit. You would've stayed outside the makeshift fence longer, but the graze on your arm is only getting worse, and Jane is only getting hungrier. You can't keep being stubborn when she's relying on you to keep her safe. 

You tuck your gun and knife into the very bottom of your backpack, hoping the supplies and half-open gauze packages will distract them long enough to conceal your weapons. Jane watches your movements quietly and curiously. You glance between her and the camp beyond the treeline you're hiding in. She looks like she's aged three years in the past few days, dirt and fear hollowing her features in a way you've never seen before. You smile half-heartedly as you put your hands on her arms and squeeze.

"Hey," you say gently. "It's gonna be okay. We just need to go down there and tell them we need help, just like we practiced. Can you show me what you do?" You ask, and she raises her little hands to show she's unarmed. She's shaking. You can't tell if it's from hunger or fear. You don't know if it matters. 

"My name is Jane Eloise. I'm five years old. I'm not sick, and I don't have anything that could hurt you." She says, and you nod. 

"That's right. Good job. And then, let Mommy do all the talking, okay? Once they get us all processed, they'll take us wherever they've been taking people all day, and we'll be able to get you some food."

"What about you?" She asks. Jane knows you haven't been eating or sleeping. You gave her all three of the meal packs in the tactical backpack, and she's heard you curse under your breath when you tried to change your bandage. Still, you smile and tuck her tangled hair behind her ears.

"I won't ever leave your side. I'll be right here, holding your hand, and if you're feeling scared, you can squeeze my hand as hard as you can, and I'll take all your fear away," you say, grabbing her hand. "Wanna try?" You ask, and she smiles as she squeezes you with all her might. You make a goofy face, and she laughs for the first time in three days. It sounds like music. Once she's done squeezing your hand, you smile. "So, when you do that, you shouldn't be scared anymore. You should only feel strong and brave. Can you show me a brave face?" You say. She flexes her muscles and mean mugs you until you laugh at her commitment to the bit.

"Did I look scary, Mommy?" She asks, stepping into your arms, and you nod.

"Scariest kid on the block," you say as you hug her. For a moment, the only thing in the world that matters to you is her heartbeat against yours. It's steady and perfect and made from half of you. The consistent thumping gives you enough strength to stand, carry her in your arms, and walk down to where the FEDRA soldiers are stationed. 

You're slow and careful as you come down the hill. If you run to them, yelling for help, they'll put a bullet in you without a second thought. They'll think you're sick if you act desperate like that. So you move like you're treading on ice, but even then, ten different guns point in your direction, and you swallow down your fear as you put the hand not carrying Jane in the air. She does the same. 

"Stop right there." A FEDRA soldier yells once you're a few hundred feet away. You put Jane down and show them you're unarmed. All the soldiers look identical, with heavy tactical gear, menacing weaponry, and helmets protecting their skulls. Jane reaches for your hand and squeezes hard. You swallow around the lump of bile in your throat and find your voice.

"We're not sick!" 

"Names!" One of them yells. Jane immediately launches into her rehearsed speech with one hand above her head and the other tucked in yours. You take a deep breath and tell them your name once she's done.

"I'm her mother. We need help." You say. The soldiers look at each other for several long seconds before lowering their weapons and approaching you. Jane squeezes your hand again and steps back into your body. One soldier removes his helmet and drops to the ground to show Jane that he's just a man. He's got kind eyes and dirt stuck to his skin, but he manages a gentle smile for Jane. You wonder how he would treat you if you didn't have a kid.

"We're gonna take you and your mom to that tent over there to get you checked out," he says, pointing to the tent beside the barely standing fence. "Once the doctors say you're okay, we can take you to a shelter with lots of food and water. Does that sound good?" He asks, and Jane nods hesitantly. The soldier glances between you and Jane before rising to his feet again and leveling you with a look, his grip adjusting on his gun. She's not a threat, he's saying. But you are. "Ladies, first." He gestures toward the tent, his tone starkly different than the one he used with Jane. Your jaw clenches, but you do as you're told. He follows closely behind as you walk over to the tent, the metal of his gun clanking against his gear. It sounds like bones rattling. You do your best to hide the shakiness in your step and keep the hand Jane's holding steady. 

He follows you inside the tent, closing the flaps for some semblance of privacy. There's no medical gear inside, just a scary-looking table. Something squishes under your shoes, and you make a conscious effort not to look down at the damp ground as you turn and look at the soldier. "Put your bag down," he orders. You let go of Jane's hand to slowly slide the backpack from your shoulders and place it on the table. His eyes widen as he recognizes the tactical bag. "Where did you get this?"

"I found it in the woods while we were hiding," you lie, squaring your shoulders as he eyes you suspiciously. "Nobody was around, and I thought it could have stuff we needed in it."

"So, you just found and took a military-issued bag and didn't think anything about it?"

"No offense, soldier, but I don't think theft is the worst thing to come out of the past few days." You say, and he squints at you like he's trying to figure out if he believes you. His gun clicks against his gear as you stare each other down. 

"I need to know you're not bitten before I can let you go any further," he moves on, and you feel your shoulders drop in relief. You remember seeing those things mercilessly attacking people, ripping their faces off, or chewing on flailing limbs. If getting bitten is how this is spreading, who got bit first? Who started this? The soldier looks down at Jane. "Can you wait outside while I talk to your mommy?" He asks, and you put a hand on Jane's shoulder before she can move.

"She's not going anywhere." You dig your heels in, and you watch his jaw tighten.

"I didn't think you'd want your kid in here when I asked you to strip to check for bite marks."

"The world fucking ended, and you think I'm going to trust you people with my kid after you dropped bombs on us?" You ask, tucking Jane behind you. You've done it so many times in the past few days that it feels natural, putting yourself between her and a threat. "She's staying with me."

"Fine, but I still need you to strip." He sighs, exasperated. You're pulling your arms through your jacket before he can even finish his sentence.

"I'd love nothing more, Waters." You spit, glancing down at the name tag on the front of his uniform. You throw your jacket down on the table holding your backpack, and he freezes when he sees the gauze on your arm. He doesn't move as you pull your shirt over your head to reveal the scrapes and asphalt burns from fighting the infected guy outside your apartment. Your legs don't look much better, the skin broken and stained red. Jane gasps once she sees the cuts and bruises for the first time, and the sound makes you want to cry. Waters gestures with his gun at the bandage on your arm.

"Take it off," he orders. With shaking hands, you peel the gauze back, the graze immediately bleeding and making you hiss as the air hits it. Your hands clench into fists as he looks at it intently. Once he's satisfied, he nods and hands you a new package of gauze. "What happened?"

"We got caught up in the bombings. Cut my arm on a piece of shrapnel." You say as he checks you for anything else that could be a bitemark. Once he's done circling your half-naked body, he clears his throat and turns his back to you so you can redress. You do quickly and painfully, your skin seemingly protesting against the sudden stretching. You ignore the scrapes across your shoulders breaking open, coating the back of your shirt in blood as you pull it over your head. He doesn't turn around until he hears your pants zip back up. You're quietly grateful he decided to be respectful when he could once he decided you weren't a threat anymore.

"You've been out there since the bombings?" He asks, and you nod. He looks at Jane before looking at you again. "And her? She's not sick?"

"If she were, we'd both be dead." You're shocked by the cruelty in your voice, but you don't flinch. Waters gives you a look before moving to your bag and searching through it. If he sees your weapons at the bottom, he doesn't take them or indicate that he knows about them. He zips up your bag and hands it back to you.

"Welcome to the Quarantine Zone."

The shelter isn't even half-full when you get there. What was a high school has since been turned into a home base for any survivors who made it past the FEDRA screenings. They give you a hot meal, blankets, toothbrushes, and a change of clothes. There are no showers, but you're just grateful to get the taste of blood out of your mouth. You and Jane set up your stuff on two little beds next to each other in the corner of an old classroom, your bed closest to the door. There are maybe ten other occupied beds in the room with you. Maybe. 

You don't know why, but you search the wartorn faces for your ex. You haven't seen or spoken to Matt since Jane was a few months old, and even then, your last conversation was not one you'd care to relive. Still, part of you had hope that he'd be alive and safe. He's still Jane's father. But you don't find him. You don't see anyone you recognize as you and Jane walk to the medical tent in the old gym. An older woman with bloody scrubs and a clipboard greets you.

"Hey there. What do you need today?" She asks, surprisingly cheerful, and you glance around at the medical supplies.

"I just need some surgical glue. Do you have any?" You say, and she gives you a look before digging around in a bin. She finally comes up with some, and you let out a relieved sigh. "Can I use some? I'll give it right back." You ask. Someone gasps behind you before she can open her mouth to say anything. You quickly pull Jane closer to your body and feel your fists clench as you turn to see who's behind you. When your brain catches up to the fact that an Infected is not rushing toward you, you see Mr. Lowery standing there. Jane wiggles from your arms and runs to him, an excited noise leaving her. 

"Jane, oh my goodness. I'm so happy to see you," he says, his gentle teacher voice not wavering even in the apocalypse. You let out a shaky breath as you leave the medical table and walk over to them. Adam says your name in the same breathless tone once he realizes you're there, too, and throws his arms around your shoulders. You yelp in pain as his hand grazes your open wounds, and he quickly lets go of you. "I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? I didn't-"

"It's fine. Just sore," you shake your head once you see the worried look in Jane's eyes. "I'm glad you're safe, Adam." 

"Yeah, you too. You're the first parent I've seen since I got here." He says sadly. You try not to think too hard about what that means and swallow around the lump in your throat.

"Ma'am, do you still need help?" The woman you were talking to earlier walks over, the surgical glue still in her hand, and you nod.

"Yeah, I just need to borrow that." You say, pointing at the bottle in her hand.

"I don't feel comfortable letting someone untrained use medical supplies like this." 

"Oh, she's not untrained. She's pre-med. Right? Weren't you studying for the MCATs?" Adam asks, and you press your lips into a line as you nod. The woman looks between you and the gauze on your arm with a cocked eyebrow.

"Why don't you let me look at it?" 

"No, it's really okay. It's not that deep."

"I'm only gonna ask nicely once." She says with the same stern, concerned tone you use for Jane. You sigh and grab Jane's hand, but she stands her ground. 

"Mommy, can I stay with Mr. Lowery? I really, really missed him." She asks with praying hands tucked under her chin. Your heart lurches in your throat, and your mouth goes dry as you search for an answer.

"I can watch her while you get checked out if you want. We'll stay right here. We won't go anywhere." Adam offers, and you fight the urge to snatch Jane from his arms and yell at him to shut up.

"Please?" Jane begs, making her vowels extra long to plead her case. You take a deep breath and make eye contact with Adam.

"You stay here. You don't take her anywhere or give her anything. You don't even think about moving from this spot, got it?" 

"Got it," he says without hesitation, and your jaw clenches as he stares at you. "I won't let anything happen to her." There's enough conviction in his tone for you to nod and follow the woman into one of her sectioned-off canvas rooms.

She puts on gloves and watches you sit on the edge of the cot, your knee bouncing as you stare through the curtain's tiny opening. You don't say anything as she carefully pulls the bandage away from your skin, blood breaching the surface as soon as it's off. You grit your teeth as she wipes at the cut with an antiseptic wipe but don't make any noise. You don't want Jane to hear you being in pain, so you clench your jaw so hard your bones creak with force and wipe your tears on your shirt sleeve.

"That your little girl out there?" She asks, trying to distract you, and you nod. "She's beautiful."

"Thanks." You mutter as she applies a little more pressure to your skin. Stars explode across your vision, and you curse under your breath. You don't remember it hurting this bad when you actually got grazed. Adrenaline is a hell of a drug.

"Did you come here with her dad?"

"Nope. Haven't seen the guy in four years." 

"Sounds like his loss."

"That's a understate, fuck," you stop as she presses a line of surgical glue across the graze. It burns as it settles into your skin, and the woman offers you whispered updates of how much longer until it dries and little encouragements. Once it's finally done drying, she puts a sterile bandage over the adhesive and offers you two painkillers. You look down at the two little pills and raise your eyebrows at her. "Acetaminophen?" 

"There's that pharmacology," she smiles as you take the pills. "What branch of medicine did you wanna go into?" 

"Doesn't matter now."

"It matters to me." She says, and you shake your head. You bite the inside of your cheek as you debate on telling her or not. Is it fair to bring that dream up when it will never happen?

"Surgery." 

"Smart girl." 

"Something like that." You shrug, the movement irritating the scrapes on your back, and you wince. The woman stands and looks at the back of your shirt to see it stained with blood.

"What happened?" 

"One of those things tried to get me. My back got cut up on the asphalt," you explain. "It's fine."

"Doesn't look fine. Can I take a look?" She asks, and you chuckle. 

"You're the second person I've had to take my shirt off in front of today." You say, taking a big breath and holding it as you pull your arms in and pull the fabric over your head. You turn your back to her so she can see the extent of the damage done to your skin. She doesn't gasp or have any reaction. She just starts dabbing at the blood gently, like you cleaned the blood from Jane's skinned knees. 

"May," she says like she's speaking to a spooked dog. "My name is May. I figured someone should give you the courtesy of knowing their names when they ask you to strip." She says, and you nod. You tell her your name in return, the rigid posture of your spine relaxing a little at her care. 

"Jane is my little girl." 

"How old is she?" She asks, and you swallow thickly.

"Five." 

"Must've been scary. Tryna keep her safe out there." 

"You have no idea." You whisper, your voice cracking over the words as memories of screaming creatures and shaking earth fill your mind. She cleans the rest of your blood in silence before putting ointment over the scabs. She checks for any broken bones while you're still sitting and tsks when she presses against a tender spot in your side, making you groan. 

"You've got at least one broken rib and probably one of the worst cases of road rash I've ever seen, and I was an ER doctor," she says as she hands you your shirt and sits across from you on her rolly chair. She gives you a sympathetic look, but you're not all there. Part of your brain is still pinned to the concrete under a screeching human, clawing at your skin. "But that little girl," she says, recapturing your attention. "That little girl is in perfect health. If I didn't know what happened this weekend, I would've had no idea she was ever in any danger."

"Is this the part where you scold me for putting myself in harm's way when I could've just come here earlier?" You ask, and she shakes her head.

"No, this is the part where I tell you what I've told all my parents who've come through here," she says, resting her knees on her elbows so she can look you in the eyes. "I don't care what you had to do to survive. I don't care what you did to protect them. I don't even care why you're sittin' on my table. I care about making sure you know how lucky your kid is to have you. For every kid that made it out, there's three more who died. You did good." She says sincerely, and you have to look away from her to wipe at your eyes.

"Doesn't feel like it, but thank you."

"I know it doesn't, but I promise you it's true," she says. "And I see how much you care about others. Otherwise, you wouldn't have wanted to be a surgeon. Now, I know you didn't get your MD, but I did, and I want to teach you what I know. Lord knows I need the help." 

"No, I can't." You shake your head.

"Yes, you can."

"I'm not the person you want for this."

"You don't know that."

"I do. I'm... I'm not a good person."

"Who is?"

"I killed people," The confession stuns you both into silence. Hot, angry tears stream down your face, and you pull your shirt back over your head. "I killed people to protect her. It was them or her, and I chose her. I will always choose her. So, whatever perfect, good, strong person you think I am or could've been at one point isn't here anymore. I buried her the second FEDRA tried to drop a fucking bomb on my kid," you stand on wobbly legs and pull your hair out of the collar of your shirt. "Thanks for your help, May."

That night, you don't sleep despite the aching in your bones. You stay awake and listen to the expanding and contracting of Jane's lungs as she dreams. When she wakes up screaming, you're already there to calm her down and remind her that she's safe. Adam ends up sleeping three cots down and tries to help when she wakes up, but you stop him before he can sit on her cot with a wide-eyed, annoyed look. He backs off after that. You've gone most of Jane's life without help from anyone, and you're sure as hell not going to accept any now. 

You were the one shoving knives through skulls and burying bullets in throats to keep her safe. You were the one who hid your pain from her for two days while you hid out in the barn. You were the one who taught her to give her fear to you because you are the only one who can handle it. What the fuck does Adam Lowery or May know about that? You will never again be the woman they once thought you to be. No, after this, you will be bloody and rageful and ruthless. There is nothing you wouldn't do to protect her or ensure her happiness. There is no corner of the earth you would leave unturned for the tiniest chance of her having a future. 

And God help any motherfucker who stands in your way.

#when you’re lost in the darkness #look for the light prequel #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou fic #tlou angst

[braaan]

welcome new author! to start, what are some of your favorite fics?

hello! thank you for the welcome and collectively — everyone — for reading! i didn't expect much when i posted my first fic, so have been blown away by how much luv there is to go around in the community :')

NOW i don't say this lightly: i am surrounded by greats and just truly always in awe — the smuts here go so crazy LOL

however, i am a complete SUCKER for intentionality / flair / fun / setup / style always always always. there is something about plot, and having the confidence to flex that kind of control will make me stop and want to vomit no matter what i'm reading — smut is hot but literary control.... my god......... off the top of my head:

Initial D'ed (@writerpeach) — i still have the eurobeat playlist i had on in the background while i read this and TRULY 10/10 immersion. tempo, pedal to the metal pacing, and bratty chaewon in between lyrics and laser synths....... 10/10.

Obedience (@summersault31) — what a premise, right: in-line push / pull of focus between who might be on the train and where you and yuna are, the in the background of the conductor PA overhead... SO good.

takes one to know one (@majorblinks) — i could write an essay on the takes one to know one sized hole i have in my brain. the mirroring, the fucked up footsies, the kindred souls and how expertly it's wielded — just so so clever and equal parts INSANE.

MATCHMAKER (@capslocked) — among many, many things, i just LOVE the wit that bleeds through everywhere. there's a lot of literal movement in this, and no scene change isn't bookended with a flipping the cliche on its head (someone's walking in on us, i left my jacket back there, 'my eyes are up here'). so snarky and smart, such a gem of a fic.

i know i'm missing a bunch of other fics that i devoured; i am TRULY surrounded by greats, and just always always a fan before anything else. thank you for the ask!

#asks

[rinbowaman]

Suicide is Painless - Heethan x Readen Imagine *REQUESTED* MDNI 18+

yooooo....this one got me in my feels. I was happy to write it for the anon that requested but I have to say i'm so glad that the story didn't go this dark route, but if it had, this would be how i would have portrayed it. It took me the longest to write this piece because i seriously had trouble piecing it together because i just love heethan and readen too much for them to go down this path.

Warnings: Some smut, Suicidal ideations, death, unhealthy relationship, abuse of authority, abuse of power, coerced sexual intercourse, mentions of punishments.

Walking back up the stairs, you silently wept. The walls felt like they were closing in on you, you had nowhere to run…nowhere to hide….nowhere to go. Even though he was kind, gave you the world and allowed you to see family and friends, he was so controlling…so abrasive when angry, and so hostile towards anyone that ‘crossed the line’ with you….if someone so much as asked you for your number, that was considered something that defied personal boundaries…at least in his book it did.

He never took his anger out on you in the manner that you feared, though it was still something you could do without. While the rough moment of love and degrading acts of sinful passion led to the most pleasure you’ve ever felt, the aftermath had you riddled with shame as you recall the events that transpire each night. How he brought the worst in you….called you these disgusting pet names….even at your objections, it didn’t matter….he took you whether you wanted it or not…and that nearly made your insides all but pour out of you.

He says he loves you…that he wants you all for himself…that he’s protecting you…that only he knows how to care for you. What kind of love is it….when you are taken against our will? Forced to succumb to pleasures as you try fighting it off…only to be overpowered by his ferocity. Many might think you’re crazy….for wanting to leave him….but the immense pleasure, the luxury he provides, and the strict attention he is always willing to give…it wasn’t worth your freedom….which was all taken away from you.

Each time you fought and when you tried to go your own way, he always find a way to catch you. You never could get far enough to pass his reach, and the more relentless you were, the more he grew psychotic and obsessive with his posessive nature over you.

'You're mine y/n....you're all mine. Try and run....try and hide....you can't escape me or my love for you. I'm insane because of you....if you hadn't existed or crossed paths with me I would have never become the man that I am today....I love you....'

....................................

It's been nearly a year….your phone was taken away eight months ago after he found out you had been messaging a few other people from your class, all for the sake of gaining comfort….was it wrong? You didn’t know anyone over here…in an entirely different country. Yet…

“Why them? You have me…..YOU HAVE ME.”

You’ll never forget how the look of sadness, pain, and dissapoinmnet transitioned into one of a sinister grin, as he took you into the bedroom to ‘punish’ you.

“Now hold still baby…i'm going in really deep tonight. Let’s rearrange some of your internal organs, hmm? Since you’re in the mood to talk to other men…you’re lucky they're not around here…they wouldn’t be breathing for much longer if that was the case.”

It was moments like those…when he would absolutely fill you up…and make you watch as his member would poke towards the surface of your stomach, all due to his flexing nature which he knew would bring you pain and a sense of shame, so he would only do it whenever you got him to a level of anger that was beyond fixing with a simple apology….

“Yeeeeeah…..keep taking it….you fucking like that don't you? Tell me...tell me you want more of it."

Thrusting, pushing, pulling, and dipping into you, you couldn't deny at the moment of truth, you melt at the feel of his touch, the way he fucked you so good and made you reach orgasm time after time....but was it all worth the expense of being secluded away from the free world?

"I...I w-want more.....more...."

You'd always catered to his demands as you felt him sliding in and out of you, skin slapping and burying himself deep inside you, making you choke out your gasps of pleasure and yet...tears of sorrow would always come out at the same token.

He allowed you to talk to your family, yet when it came to other people, it was as if he had severe trust issues.

Maybe you should have gone about things in a better manner. Sure, in the past, you definitely did some things out of impulse…like yelling out how much you hated him, speaking out of anger, attempting to leave him, swear at him…or even getting physical and pushing him away whenever he reached out to grab your hand or shoulder. Maybe you could have done better….

But no matter, because at the end of the day, as wrong as you may have been, it didn’t justify how far he took things.

Each time you attempted to walk out the door, he never let you get past the foyer entryway….the second time you attempted, that’s when the intricate locks, all designed for only him to access whether it be for opening or securing them, along with taking away your phone, leaving you with no manner to migrate as your car keys, ID’s, and wallet was all taken away. You were left completely stranded and stuck. All because…

“I love you….if you leave, how am I supposed to protect you from the world? How am I supposed to love you when you’re not here? How are we supposed to make babies? How y/N? How?” his words were sincere, but his face was not. For each time he spoke to you, his tone was antagonizing as was his twisted grin.

“You’re not leaving….ever. We’re going to be together forever. You’re never….fucking leaving…”

Between himself and his alter ego, you felt the pressure of having two entities claiming you, keeping you, and never wanting to let you go.

There were even moments that you were trying to be rational, yet despite your best efforts, the best you could ever get was…

“You have me, your parents, and my family. That’s all you’ll ever need y/n. Be happy with that.”

Nearly every night was filled with deceivingly sweet kisses, soft touches that were left hidden, and a display of fervor passion that felt more like a ritual sacrifice.

“n..no more! Please! I can’t!”

“Shhh…come on, one last time….dont get weak on me baby…”

He’d always shush you after making you succumb to a line of overstimulation….

You had it all…a large beautiful home, a husband who loves you…too much, wild and passionate sex every night, and his family who adored you…..so why?

Stockholm syndrome.....

‘Because i'm losing myself.....i'm scared...i'm scared of him...and i'm scared of what i'm becoming....i can't....i cant fall any deeper....i'll lose myself forever...'

You needed to do something...before you lost yourself any further. Because each and every single day, you felt yourself yearning for him, solely depending on him, seeing the light side of his actions and even started to justify it all.....exactly what he wanted and loved to see. He wanted you to depend on him...he wanted to do everything for you....he wanted to always be the one to help you and protect you...

It may sound sweet....but for you, it infuriated and dragged you down. It only made you feel worse about yourself as a respectable woman....if you could even consider yourself as such anymore....

This morning, you had tried to do your best to reason with him…one last time.

“Why are you bringing this up? Hmm? Have I not made it clear? Or do I need to…”

Grabbing you by your waist, shoving his face harshly into the side of your face, his sickening sweet display of affection had a hidden agenda as he spoke through gritted teeth…

“fuck the living Hell out of you again?..hmm?....we both know how much you LOVE that…”

You shook your head vigorously…he knew what moments like that did to you. As much as you objected, he’d do it to you anyway….and you ended up loving it….which made you feel worse afterwards. It was the same concept of over indulgence….a recovering alcoholic shouldn’t touch the bottle….yet when they do, they get a sense of relief and joy...only to find themselves ridden with guilt afterwards. Because they’re weak…they became too dependent on the very thing that was destroying them….just like you.

‘I wasn’t taught to be this way….ever since I was a young girl…I’ve always valued independence and freedom….why can’t he respect that?’

………..

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH…y/n.....accept it. Accept my love. Accept that I will do anything for you and that I live life soley for your happiness...even if you dont know what makes you happy....i do...i know what you need and want in life.”

His words echoed through your brain the moment you recall the typical response he’d give out….just like this morning.

Ironic…how his professed love for you is the very thing that became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

‘One way or another…I am leaving…I’m leaving here…..I'm leaving him....’

His car pulls in. Hearing the door shut from the driveway, you paid no mind as you were about to depart…and finally be free.

With a simple, white sundress on…his favorite…

Normally he took you with him to work. There were some exceptions, if you had been on your best behavior, that he felt he could trust you enough to leave you back at the house upon your request...but only if necessary.

The only time he would permit you to stay back, locked up in the house, was if you presented a copy of your course syllabus and prove that you had an online exams on certain days. Expressing how the quietness of the house helped you focus, he allowed it under the circumstance that you were to answer his calls on the house phone, a landline, on the hour, every hour. All to prove that you were not only safe, but that you were still within the house. The moment you were late to the phone or didn't answer, he immediately had someone he knew or he would head over to the house himself.

He had cameras set up outside the house to cover down on every parameter, as well as the main living spaces of the house. At your earnest plead, he begrudgingly allowed you to have the master bedroom in sole privacy, at least honoring you one room to yourself whenever he wasn't around.

“You don’t like being watched when you work pretty baby? That’s too bad…I love watching you.”

He ensured that the house was cleared of anything that you could use to hurt yourself with….no knives, no access to cutlery as the drawers were all secured with a specialized locking mechanism he had custom designed….the only thing he hadn’t realize that you got a hold of….

‘Finally…..i'll be ......free…..’

........................................................

He walks in as usual, feeling the comforting sensation that his loved one was waiting for him. 

He calls out her name, yet she doesn’t respond. He figures she’s napping, studying and working so hard, his pretty baby must be exhausted. With his hand delicately dragging up the rail as he walks up the stairs, he reaches for the knob of the bedroom door. Finding it locked, he senses something amiss. 

‘She knows I don’t like this…I made it very clear that locking doors is prohibited.’ He casually thinks to himself.

He assumes you had forgotten or possibly was still mad from this mornings conversation. 

“Y/n, unlock the door right now.” He s speaks loud and firm.

He already agreed and met you half way by granting you the privacy whenever you needed it, so why are you being so stubborn and going against his rules…the rules that are so simple to follow, and were there not just for his satisfaction, but to also ensure your safety and well being. 

“I said open it!” With no response at his second demand, the raging panic infuriates his heart as he takes a single step back, and kicks the door wide open with one swift motion. 

The view of the massive bedroom, delicately furnished is all he sees. It’s quiet, and dim. 

“…..y/n….?” He steadily calls out. His eyes begins to grow glossy of an uneasy feeling that he sensed in the air. 

‘Did she leave? Where could she have gone? She’s not familiar with this area…’

Looking at all the windows, nothing that they were still barred shut, he dismissed the idea of you leaving through any one of them as the bedroom was located on the third floor of the large home. 

Walking quietly towards the large bed, he continues to walk around. Upon turning the corner end of the bed, his breath lost at the sight before him....

Off to the side of your peaceful form, a paper cutter that he recognized from work, no wonder he couldn’t find it…it had been missing for nearly a week. He doesn’t know how you snuck it through under his very nose….but how he wished he would have caught on sooner upon seeing the horror before him...the worst of his fears.

Nearly stumbling to a fall, he rushes over and witnesses as your breathing becomes unsteady, slow, and shortened.

Your eyes barely open, and your vision is coated red from the amount of blood that rubbed off on your face upon feeling the pain of your wound.

Yet....

You issued out a small smile upon seeing his face ridden with sadness, fear, anger, and hopelessness. He looked so scared...so afraid, the most you've ever witnessed out of him as he studied your blood ridden form.

He looks at you deeply, speechless as he already could sense that he was losing you....the look on your face as you were losing your heartbeat as each second passed.

"Now you got to know what happens when you lose someone you love" you issued out as you began to choke out the blood that internally rose to the surface of your throat. ".....I won.....Heeseung.....and you lost....."

....................................

The harsh tears fall, yet his face remained composed as he  looks down at you with a look of sadness and yet…there was a faint bit of hope in his eyes. 

“Y/n…stop playing around…come on. Get up…..come on pretty baby....you don't belong on the floor like this....” 

His eyes burning, his chest sore from holding in his breath, slowly, he breaks…

“Y/n….come on….let’s go…” 

The droplets of each tear falls from his chin, he wanted to sob…he wanted to sob hard. 

“Say something….please….say anything….” 

He doesn’t question why or what had gone through your mind. He doesn’t even question himself, he did everything out of love for you. He loved you, he nurtured you, he yearned for your happiness and sheltered you out of compassion, not just out of possession. 

“I missed you…you know that? I was at work and I missed smelling you….I missed your smile…I missed your voice…your laughter….your hair…your skin…the way you feel when I hug you….I missed it too much….i couldn’t wait to get home….”

He pauses as he stutters out a breath, triggering for him to begin sobbing…even though he tried so hard to maintain himself. 

“Why are you sleeping on the floor? Hmm? You silly….” His breath hitched. 

Kneeling down while propping his back against the bed, he takes your body and leans it against his chest. Moving the pieces of hair away from your face, blood smearing at his touch, he nuzzled his face into your skin just as always. 

“Are you just playing another trick on me? My playful Angel….always trying to get me..” he forces a smile, yet the tears came in more than ever as his body begins to bounce from the cries he let out as he shoves his face in your hair, smelling that sweet floral scent that he has yearned for all day. The moment his hand presses against your chest, feeling no heartbeat...his fingers press against your wrists....no pulse.....he lost all sense of human nature as he felt himself going into a dark place. His other side.....couldn't be heard....he left the moment you could no longer be reached....

“You got me…you can stop now. You’re so silly…..my pretty silly baby…..I love you so much….” 

Swaying his face left to right, he relishes the feeling of your strands softly grazing his skin as they stick onto his cheeks, plastered from the moisture of his tears. It felt like the softest silk fabric known to man. 

“Won’t you come back?…come back…….you need me…and I need my girl….I can’t live without you, you know that…..”

Closing his eyes, presses his lips on your head, your cheeks, and your mouth as he released a series of passionate kisses. The tears on his face rub off and coat your skin, mixed with the blood that rubs off from his finger tips each time he caresses your face. 

“Oh…pretty baby….if that’s where you’re going to be….you know I’ll always be by your side. We’re meant to be together…even if it’s after death.” 

Gripping the paper cutter clutched tightly in your hand, he holds your hand in a unified grip.

'Together....'

“Soon….I promise soon....I love you…love you so much.” Kissing atop your head, he sobs.

The air felt as if it dropped….gravity lost all structure and the beautiful yet tragic pair lay next to one another. He cradled you into his chest as his face remained buried in your hair. 

Upon the release of the media, friends and families all coped with great sadness. 

“….come on babe…let’s go home.” He seldomly states with a deep depressed tone. 

Leaving the funeral, Jake takes his own beloved by the hand and leads her into the car. She weeps, her face falls onto her lap as she sheds the tears of losing a friend…a sister. He copes internally yet tries to be strong in front of h/n.....

On the drive back, he stops at a local convenience store. 

“I’ll get you some water…I’ll be right back okay?” He kisses her head before heading in. 

Standing in line to check out, he glances at the stand to his side, amidst the magazines and newspaper articles displayed, the one that plasters the entire front section was a local paper that displayed its headline, causing his heart to drop….

“Heartbreak overwhelms city over death of young married couple, the ‘Romeo and Juliet’ suicides.”

Authors note: dont worry, it's not canon. Still a tragically beautiful read though.

#heeseung angst #enha angst #enha scenarios #enha imagines #enha x reader #heeseung scenarios #heeseung x reader #heeseung fanfic #Spotify #yandere heeseung #heeseung yandere

[kiefbowl]

okay I was looking though that asoiaf poll post’s notes again and some people really are just fandom saturated youtube cinema sins ya nerds. sorry to adult flex but authors don’t need to write fiction to make a world that passes a science class they can write to prioritize themes and you can use your imagination to fill the gaps, especially for a fantasy novel. and the idea that grrm hasn’t done extensive world building is insane. like if you’ve read the books once you know that’s coocoo bananas. if you want to read an encyclopedia of the Middle Ages as they happened on earth you can just do that.

[shybunnie20]

Check One Two - Eddie Munson x Female Reader | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 1

Jealous!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!Rockstar!Reader

★Part Two ★My Masterlist

Fic Summary: When you joined the band last summer, no one had a clue that this is where you’d all be today. Who would’ve thought a small garage cover band would end up as the opener for Alice Cooper? Although, life on the road proves to be strenuous when your best friend Eddie crosses the line.

Author's Note: Established friendship. No use of Y/N. Be sure to reblog, follow, and show some love ♡ I adore Corroded Coffin so here's yet another fic with them. Freak 1 is named Donny because I think it suits him.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: Characters are written 18+ and Eddie is 21+ so.. MDNI for the sake of adult themes and part 2. Mention of sex, alcohol, includes swearing, slut shaming (if you squint).

tags: @protecteddiemunson4vr

The newspaper ad titled “HARDCORE LEAD VOCALIST WANTED” piqued your curiosity. Despite your typical audience being the shampoo bottles in your shower, you decided to take a chance. As soon as you’d shown up to audition you were met with hesitance. It was blatantly obvious that they weren’t anticipating a girl to be interested in joining a metal group.

Undoubtedly, they were impressed by your knowledge of the genre. By the end of the song you’d chosen to try out with, your voice had won them over. Since then, you’ve been one of the guys. Your addition has brought the band irrefutable success. It feels like it was just yesterday you were playing at The Hideout for fun. Now you’re traveling the country with your best friends as the opener for Alice Cooper’s Live in the Flesh tour.

Upon joining you took an instantaneous liking to Eddie in particular. You thought he was cute and there was undeniable chemistry when you started spending time together. It wasn’t long before you were inseparable. You’d picked up mannerisms from one another and split every meal you had when together. On nights that you had a hard time sleeping, he would come over and read Heavy Metal Magazine to you until you drifted asleep.

Sometimes the play flirting would go too far and you couldn’t tell if he was joking, but you assumed that he was. To protect the dynamic of the group, you pushed aside the little crush that you had and focused on making music.

Eddie was experiencing the same thing. It was difficult to gauge whether you were really digging him or if you were just messing around. It wasn’t quite as easy for him to ignore the infatuation but he didn’t have much of a choice. He’ll never admit that you’re the muse for the songs that he writes for Corroded Coffin.

The sound of hands slapping a table echoes into your end of the bus while Jeff, Donny, and Gareth are playing cards in the front lounge. Unanimously, your bandmates decided that you’d get to have the bedroom on the tour bus. Hard to argue with that, you’re their queen bee after all.

“Seriously? You’d choose super strength? That’s a lame superpower.” Eddie snorts and lays on your bed.

You remain sitting against the pillows with your legs crossed. “You’re tryna tell me it wouldn’t come in handy?” 

“M’not saying it wouldn’t be useful, there’s just cooler abilities to have.”

“Oh come on! Having super strength would be insane.”

Eddie flexes his biceps, placing a kiss on each one. “I wouldn’t choose it, since I’m already ripped. Nearly busting outta my shirt.”

You chuckle tauntingly. “With those chicken wings? Yeah right.”

He sits up and scrunches his face at you. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s it!” He shouts.

You lunge before he can. Your hands meet his halfway and interlock fingers. “Not so tough now are ya?”

Eddie laughs at your confidence but is delightfully surprised by your force. Without hesitation, he pins you down on the mattress and straddles your waist. Smiling devilishly at the grunts that escape you when you try to overpower him. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” He says in a sing-songy manner, his grip on your hands tightening.

As a wimpy attempt to break free, you wiggle beneath him. Obviously, you don’t stand a chance. Not with the way his thighs are pressing firmly to keep you in place. It’s cute when you try. When he leans down, his hair falls and creates a curtain around your face. “Surrender,” He demands with an annoyingly sweet tone.

Eddie’s chocolate irises still sparkle despite the lack of light to illuminate them. They dart back and forth between yours, lingering a bit too long. You unknowingly bite your lip at the sensation of his palms heating yours. Your mind is racing and yet it feels blank at the same time.

“Okay, okay. I surrender.” You smile widely. “But, man, I could really use some super strength right about now.”

“Touché, princess. Touché.”

Scorpion’s “No One Like You” fills the bar while people dance, chat, and drink. You don’t usually participate in the after parties. Although tonight’s performance was spectacular, certainly a reason to celebrate. Sometimes audiences aren’t fond of the opening acts but this one was welcoming. During the whole performance, you felt like you were floating, being carried by the lyrics you sang.

You and the boys are already enjoying yourselves by the time Eddie strolls in. He orders a bourbon neat and joins the guys on the far side of the room. Eddie isn’t surprised that you’re not with them. He can’t blame you for wanting a little time away when you’re stuck on a bus with them for hours at a time. Yet he is curious about what you’re up to. As if on cue, he hears your laugh. A beautiful and familiar sound that he can easily pick out of the bustling racket. The problem is that he’s not the one making you laugh. Before thinking twice, he scans the room and weaves around the people that stand in the way of his pursuit to locate you.

Eddie spots you leaning against a pillar while talking to someone. A guy, an attractive guy. You can’t help but be a little flirty when you’re two drinks into the evening. How could you not? This dude is gorgeous and he’s buttering you up.

While Eddie observes from a distance he struggles to read your lips, dying to know what was funny moments ago. How charming can this dude be to have you laughing like that? To make matters worse, you’re smiling while the man whispers in your ear. Eddie considers walking over and introducing himself to interrupt the flirtatious conversation but he doesn’t act fast enough.

The man takes your hand and pulls you toward the bathrooms, disappearing from Eddie’s line of sight. You throw your head back in amusement and follow close behind. You haven’t done much making out in restrooms but hey, gotta let loose sometimes.

Eddie feels devoured by his emotions, causing him to down his drink in a single swig. He heads straight to the bar to get another. To say that he’s pissed off is an understatement. Yes, It’s unfair to feel so territorial about you, but you’re his best friend. He’s just looking out and wants to protect you. It’s not because he’s jealous, definitely not. At least, Eddie convinces himself that that’s the case. In actuality, there’s nothing he hates more than what he can’t have.

You let out a giggle, jumping onto Gareth’s back. He carries you to the stage for the routine soundcheck. Eddie, Donny, and Jeff are already working with the stagehands. 

“Without a doubt, that’s my new preferred way to get around.” You beam with delight from the brief piggyback ride.

Gareth lets out a breathy chuckle, unable to conceal how winded he is. Donny greets you when you sit on an equipment case beside him. The sound of cymbals and electronic whirring resonates over your hushed conversation.

Donny nudges you with his elbow. “Looked like you had fun last night.”

Eddie adores your smile, and your laugh is easily his favorite sound in the world. But right now, he can’t stand either of them. He eavesdrops while everyone else is focused on getting set up. His face contorts with frustration as he listens to you gush about your saucy encounter.

“...Not to mention he wasn’t exactly a bad kisser!” You remark just above a whisper.

Out of nowhere, Eddie snaps. “Y’know, there’s this beautiful thing called being quiet. Should really try it out sometime.”

The atmosphere remains busy as the stagehands hustle to get cords plugged in and taped down. For you, it feels like the lights went out, engulfing you in muted darkness. You expected Eddie to be addressing someone else but he’s staring right at you.

Jeff chimes in, “Why are you in a mood, Ed?”

“I’m not inna mood, she’s being fucking annoying.” Eddie clenches his fists at his sides.

Gareth interjects, “What the hell is your deal?” “Lay off,” Donny adds.

Your limbs are locked in place while your gaze is glued to Eddie’s cold expression. Hoping to see it fall and say that he’s kidding.

“Whatever. At least I'm not the one getting railed by a stranger in a bar bathroom.” Eddie huffs.

His words shoot a blast through your chest like you’ve been hit with a cannonball. Sure, he has a temper sometimes. Especially when he’s frustrated, but never in a million years would you have thought he’d speak to you like that.

Your feet feel like bricks when you hurry away before anyone can see you cry. Donny furrows his brows and shoots Eddie a piercing glare. “Asshole much?”

Eddie shrugs and returns his focus to his guitar. He feels justified in his actions, considering he was stating a fact. What he thinks is a fact. Eddie spent all night chewing on his thoughts. Why did you bang some guy that you don’t even know? Some guy that doesn’t have a clue of your likes and dislikes. He has no idea how to please you, he doesn’t know shit about you! Why him? Why not me?

Ultimately you choose to skip sound check altogether, sitting in the dressing room alone to regain your composure. A few tears had fallen but you’re better than that. You’re not going to let Eddie’s sour attitude ruin your day. With a couple of self-affirmations, you start getting ready for the show.

In the midst of your vocal warmups, the boys come barreling into the room so they can get changed. Gareth can confidently do his own eyeliner now since you taught him. Although Donny likes wearing a bit more makeup, so he calls you over and you’re more than happy to help him apply it.

Eddie keeps to himself while he changes into his ensemble. No one said another word to him during soundcheck, they acted as if he wasn’t even there. He sneaks glances at you while you’re joking around with Jeff and Donny. Even when he’s inexplicably mad at you, you still light up the room. Every time you get into your show-time wardrobe he can’t help but think, “God, she looks good.”

The dressing room door swings open by a woman in a lime green shirt. Her walkie-talkie buzzes loudly, “Corroded Coffin to the stage, Corroded Coffin to the stage. T minus ten minutes.” “You guys ready to go?” She asks.

You’ve always held Eddie’s hand before stepping out into the lights since your first show at The Hideout. His hand in yours, he’d squeeze it as if to say “I’m right here, don’t be nervous.” It’s the only remedy for the stage fright that makes your limbs tingle with fear.

This time you talk confidence into yourself. You take as deep of breaths as your lungs will allow, causing you to feel a tad lightheaded. Eddie is typically the calm one but the absence of your pre-show ritual has him feeling queasy. He never realized that holding your hand brought him just as much comfort as it brought you.

Roaring erupts from the audience when your band steps out on stage. You wave and smile at the screaming fans that call your name from the barrier of the pit. Gareth’s drumsticks count off and the speakers blare with the ripping of electric guitars. The way that you perform is utterly captivating. Moving as if you don’t have a care in the world. If Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think you’re unaffected by the hurtful comments he spat at you a few hours ago.

Toward the middle of the set, one of the band’s songs has a solo. Usually, Eddie joins you center stage while he shreds. Out of habit, he walks forward. Just as naturally, you move to the far side of the stage to distance yourself. Swiftly directing your attention to the fans who reach their hands out toward you.

Eddie fights the urge to frown and effortlessly fingers through his solo. Truthfully, his heart isn’t in it without you by his side. The stage lights are hot, causing beads of sweat to roll down his face. But the moment is cold and bleak. It hits him all at once. Even though he’s in an arena full of thousands of people watching him, he might as well be invisible if you refuse to even stand near him.

★Part Two ★My Masterlist

★Ko-fi ♡

#eddie munson #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fics #robin buckley #stranger things x you #stranger things x y/n #eddie munson x you #corroded coffin #fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddiemunson #strangerthings #stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie the banished #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fic #stranger things angst #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things eddie #st4 eddie #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you

[jake-marshall]

[Fic] Blessed Are Those

New fic ahoy! TItle: Blessed Are Those Rating: M Ships: Carter/Trent, Claire/The Kappa, Carter & Harvest Goddess, Carter & May, other romantic relationships mentioned in notes Word Chapter Count: 24.5k, 4 chapters; complete. Summary:

Carter and Trent don't often have the opportunity to spend time together alone, but a rainy Spring day gives them that chance - before it's interrupted by Claire, and the unspeakable transgression that is weighing on her soul.

Surely the Harvest Goddess will forgive her. But as for Carter? He is but a man, after all, and therefore prone to the anger, jealousy and bitterness that comes with being human.

Struggling to accept that this mere farmer can wed a deity while he can not, he sequesters himself both emotionally and physically from the rest of Mineral Town, including Trent. Only through an epiphany brought about by divine intervention (and a handful of mushrooms) does Carter realize being a righteous man does not mean he must also be a lonely one.

Please mind the tags and the author's note at the beginning!!

>>Read "Blessed are Those" on ao3<<

(Notes and rambling under the cut)

(This is all a sort of rehash of my end author's notes but yeah) So my Writing Project for the month of August turned out to be what was originally planned to be a silly one-shot, that instead grew to a 24.5k monstrosity that let me sift through my religious trauma a bit and flex a bit of writing muscle re: relationship communication and non-graphic sex scenes.

This was also going to be way darker and fucky in re: Claire's role, lol, but I did not expect Carter and Trent to end up cute and almost, even, wholesome, thus steering the fic in a more mild and introspective direction (although lbr they're still pretty shady in this, its just not as focused on as I initially intended). I enjoyed considering Carter's possible background, too. He's so funny to me, I can't even say how much I like him versus how much he just cracks me up, but he makes an excellent conduit for me to pour my religious trauma into lol.

I'm not gonna sit here and pretend more than maybe 5 people are interested enough in Trent/Carter as a ship to read a fic this long about them but I am insanely proud of this fic both in the content and my technical writing, and hope if you do give this a chance that you enjoy the journey as much as I did.

Big thanks to @yorunoangel for being the one to inspire the path this took and being my rubber duck as I worked through it, and also thanks to @owls-den for letting me yell about the Boys as well as our bishie Fish Husband. Who knows, maybe there will be some Claire/Kappa in the future set in this universe. :p

#harvest moon #story of seasons #friends of mineral town #fomt #sosfomt #writing this actually inspired me to pick up my old ds cute file and continue going after Trent #i don't talk about him as much as my other HM boys but hes pretty high on the husbando list #I've had more than a handful of ideas for him with either Jill or Jennifer #but i also am such a sucker for bros-to-lovers that i couldn't resist him and carter

[khaleesiofalicante]

WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT!?

People, if you don't have anything nice to say, shut the fuck up.

You are entitled to your opinion, of course, but that doesn't mean you have the right to share it. It's an utterly hideous thing to go and spew hate on the author.

Also, to this specific person: why are you even bothering reading this fic, that's not about Malec, if Malec is all you want? That's just plain stupid.

How can you even blame a third person for 'fucking up Malec'? As if Malec aren't two people with their own wishes, dreams, fears and minds? What you are saying is that Malec are string puppets and David an evil mastermind controlling them. Ridiculous. And that says more about how you view, what I assume is your favorite pairing, than anything else.

DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ

Don't go around and spread hate and be all disrespectful towards authors. Especially Dani in this case. She's given us around

2 000 000 words

to enjoy the past two years. Did you me!? TWO MILLIONS!! That's like thirteen standard novels.

FOR FREE!

Stop being idiots and spread love instead.

Dani, you are my queen and my inspiration. I will follow you wherever you will go. ❤️

I legit teared up at this - and laughed too. Because you are insane and amazing and the best. I'm so glad I met you.

Thank you for all the love - and for always having my back.

This is for you 🖤

“Skipping the party already, Cinderella?”

David looked up at that. “No. No. Just needed some air. Sorry.”

Max nodded. 

Then he sat down on the bench. 

Not next to David. But in the corner. As far away as possible. It made David relax a little. 

It made him want to scream into the night too.

Max didn’t say anything. There was nothing but beautiful silence, and music playing in the distance. 

“I’m proud of you,” David said after a while when he could no longer bear it. 

“For what?” Max asked. 

“Everything,” David gestured behind them vaguely. “The president knows who you are.”

“That’s not the flex you think it is,” Max chuckled. “But thank you. For saying that.”

“I’m sure your parents are proud too,” David pointed out. “As are the boys.”

Because that’s what Max had always wanted. To make his family proud. 

Max just smiled. 

“And you should be proud of yourself too,” David said. 

“Because the president knows who I am?” Max grinned. 

“Among other things,” David nodded. 

Max chuckled. He cocked his head. “Are you really proud of me?”

“Of course I am,” David said. 

Max smiled. “I’m proud of you too.”

“For what?” David almost laughed. 

“For the show,” Max said. “I know you don’t watch TV much, but it’s like one of the  most popular shows ever. And you wrote it. You deserved a fucking Emmy too.”

“I didn’t write it for an Emmy,” David said. 

“Why did you write it then?” Max asked. 

David looked at his hands again. 

“Are you happy for me?” 

David looked up at that. 

“You said you’re proud of me,” Max explained. “But are you happy for me?”

“I am,” David smiled. “I truly am.”

Max hummed and looked at the lake in front of him.

“Are you happy for me?” David asked. 

“I don’t know,” Max said and looked at him. “Are you happy for yourself?”

“I don’t know,” David said too. 

“Arthur…Arthur told me that he wished you’d smile more. He doesn't like it when you're sad,” Max said quietly. “It breaks my heart that he didn’t get to see you the way I did.”

“What way is that?”

“Happy,” Max whispered. “You used to be happy.”

“I was a little sad back then too,” David reminded. “I’ve always been a little sad, I think.”

“Maybe,” Max said. “But it’s different now.”

“Different how?”

“I used to be able to make you happy back then,” Max said, his eyes on the lake. “That’s what I was proud of the most. Not this. Not the FBI or the president knowing who I am. It was that.”

#bye bye i am in pain #IALS

[subskz]

GIRL I AIN’T EVEN FINISHED YET BUT I HAD TO SEND AN ASK I’M ALREADY GOING INSANE 🤣 HOW DOES IT FEEL BEING THE GREATEST AUTHOR OF OUR GENERETION,,, QUICKLY

the way changbin was introduced is saur fucken cute BFF BINNIE 🥹🥹 y/n saying he looks like he bends iron bars for fun GOT ME NAH WHY IS MISS Y/N A COMEDY QUEEN ACTUALLY

i kinda love iseul,,, she’s saur moch nd i #understand ha 🤌🏽 but y/n’s banter wit her and binnie is soooo good legiterally the way you write skz is so fucken natural and perfect (missus rin never gotta worry bout the “he would not fucking say that” allegations)

BUT WHEN Y/N MET CHANNIE 🫣 YA IT’S OVER FOR MISS GRINDSET NAH TELL MY WHY I’M GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET?!? you got me outchea like a repressed victorian man idk why but when channie flexed his fingers,,, that shit got me frothing at the mouf (#theory time: y/n’s hand felt hot for him too that’s why he reacted like that 😏)

this is alr so long so imma shut the fuck up and finish reading but I’LL B BACK TRUST AND BELIEVE

NO WAY YOU SERIOUSLY FLATTER ME ㅠㅠ thank you so much i’m very glad you’re liking it so far babe!!

yes bestie binnie was an absolute must! probably the most self indulgent thing abt all of this 😽 it makes me so happy that you find those lil bits amusing hehe i had a lot of fun w it as you can probably tell the interactions between binnie and the reader were some of my favorite parts to write! and i love that you like iseul despite her being a lil obnoxious lmao 😭 my fellow annoying girl enjoyer

it also means the world that you think skz are written naturally, that’s the highest compliment to me!! ur attention to detail is very admirable hehehe i won’t confirm or deny your theory just yet, but it’s an interesting one for sure 🫢

i had the biggest smile on my face while reading this message thank you again for sharing your thoughts w me my dearest grindset!! i hope you enjoy the rest of the first part as well ♡

#ask #grindset #💌 #‘the he would not fucking say that allegations’ TOOK ME OUT ALSO 😭😭😭 #long post

[mallowstep]

1, 3, 40!

1. What font do you write in?

Typically, Alegreya. I find it a very comforting font to look at. If I’m using monospace (as I do for some things), Fira Code. (While rare, if I need to use sans serif font, I use Fira Sans.) Jauría is another font I love, but I use it in my flash cards, so writing in it would be strange.

While my preferred font has changed over the years (I used to use Georgia, and before that others I don’t remember), it is deliberately chosen. I consider myself a bit of a typography nerd, but moreover, I hate Ariel and TNR with a passion. I couldn’t stand to write in either. If you’ve ever worked on a shared document with me, I have changed the font.

3. What is your writing ritual and why is it cursed?

I’ve been informed quite reliably that my notebook system is cursed.

On a more explainable level, I think the way I end up writing the same scene for like five fics. What I mean is — let’s say I’m writing a scene for reuniting after torture. I’m kind of in a groove, and I have another fic that needs that scene, so I just keep writing. The cursed part is I end up using very similar dialogue.

Also, my general attention to detail. I don’t typically get to flex it when I write for warriors, because there’s only so much to know, but typically I end up downloading at least one paper per fic. These vary from psychology to malacology (the study of mollusks!) to released protocols of an FBI special unit. (Those three are all relevant examples.) I might take it a little far but there’s something soothing for me in it. (Also, anyone who follows my main will likely not be surprised by this, but I go a little insane for thinking out details.)

40. Share a poem

Aside from what I have on my main, hm. It’s been a long time since I’ve kept poetry on my phone. I’ll offer this, which is technically a text message, but a poem as well

I say “hypothetically wouldn’t it be fucked up if someone’s parents treated them this way” and they say “here is a complete tour of the hospital” and I say “I am going to tell you about how much of a nerd I am” and they say “I want you to braid my hair” and I say “I think love is supposed to be angry” and they say “I hope not” and i say “is it fucked up that I was relieved that it was just an allergic reaction?” and they say “I want my brother to give you a tour of my city” and neither of us say I love you because we know that would destroy me right now, but we mean it

Also, a list of some poems I’ve loved enough to memorize (apologies for the lack of authors, I’ve never been good at that part):

the envoy of mr cogito (English translation)

[i carry your heart with me]

Heartbeats (I need to add on this one, it’s worth reading out loud. Also, because of the steadiness of it, I used to mutter it under my breath when I was focusing, and my boyfriend had to alert me that saying “Today? Tonight. / it waits. For me.” was creepy and I should maybe not)

About the weather (another one with a note, I like this one so much I wrote an essay analyzing it)

I sing the body electric, especially when my power’s out

Crossing the bar

Do not go gentle

Queen mab speech (Romeo and Juliet)

I also really adore Walt whitman’s “I sing the body electric” but it would be…difficult to memorize, to say the least. I’ve considered adding it tho. And from Andrea Gibson, “Alaska says sun”, “good light”, “fight for love”, “boomerang valentine”, “I do,” and “say yes” are all some favorites. I wanted to single this out, though — “how it ends” is probably one of my favorites of hers.

I could probably keep going with poetry — if you can’t tell, I’m a fan. I’ve used poetry to keep the world stable under my feet since I was a child, and I’ve got some favorites.

<3

#mine #dantelupine #ask #ask game #I’m not sorry for going on my little poetry tangent #I get deeply attached to poems #if asked my favorite is the Envoy of mr cogito #it’s what I repeat when I’m anxious #be courageous when the mind deceives you be courageous #In the final account only this is important #those aren’t even my favorite lines lmao #just the ones I think make things clearer

[baekhvuns]

My friend used to record shitty videos and Adele was in some of them shusjshsushs and Dua went to my friend's birthday party at the same time as me, we were like 14-16, insanity

Btw this fucking thread is killing me https://twitter.com/gothpjms/status/1526999691011006464?t=5g8D4TH6DhERG1Sj_2oE_g&s=19 - sometimes the delulu is strong with the idols and that's fine

Vanilla by Kai is especially great 👀 but for real, writing vanilla makes your fics a bit more accessible to people who don't like hardcore stuff, but obviously it's up to the authors. I think some can't write interesting sex scenes so they opt for something shocking.

Let's look at daddy long legs Hwa instead 🤩 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdtkxpgtk8G/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

Many people say Inception was Hwa's best era and I agree he owned that song and the MV and the choreography too. Plus the looks he served were very pretty too, the belly chain 😊 but I could do without it or at least without him starving himself 💔 such a bittersweet memory

🥒??? 🥒 Seonghwa jaudhjahshehhshs bestie you wanna kill me ha ha ha, I imagine the siren being VERY BOLD and Seonghwa not so much, makes a lot of sense GIMME GIMME NOW

I wish my disease was related to writing lmaoooo... but alas I'm cursed with 💡 IDEAS 💡 only

The vogue photos aren't my fave, but of course I got the magazine and I may have started at some tits and arms. 👁👁 The noir photos dropped at 3am my time and I was in shambles crying and dying. Let's reminisce

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/fb/6f/62fb6f953c479fda704438470cb40ff8.jpg

https://i.pinimg.com/736x/52/c7/79/52c779a36cbaa59844803a2bc2ec5ff8.jpg

And that dorito Hwa photo too 🤚🏻

Wow that is a robbery... seriously kpop concert organisers and companies need to get a fucking grip, judging by the shitty organisation those tickets are not fucking worth it. Idk if you heard about all the bullshit that went down during Kpop Flex or even some Ateez gigs as well WTFFFF

I worked with some cool animals in 🇦🇺 but some should stay away, seriously. Nothing against them but pls DO NOT INTERACT!!! Tbh if you live in a big city you rarely see wild animals so it's fine, but it can still happen y'know. Have fun drowning, but make sure to come back to life so you can serve more fics <333

AND THIS THIS THIS https://twitter.com/ATEEZofficial/status/1527299684057743361?t=zIu3I-8OyviHLAN7LgV29A&s=19 a win for the Cathwa nation! I SEE TWO CATS. Also his shirt is so cute I want iiiiiiit

https://c.tenor.com/rJwMzrNNNDAAAAAM/%E3%82%AD%E3%82%B9-%E3%81%BB%E3%81%A3%E3%81%BA.gif

- DV 💖

hihi!

My friend used to record shitty videos and Adele was in some of them shusjshsushs and Dua went to my friend's birthday party at the same time as me, we were like 14-16, insanity

AYO ????? 😭😭😭😭🤚🏼 pls ask dUA what yolanda did to her 🔫

Btw this fucking thread is killing me https://twitter.com/gothpjms/status/1526999691011006464?t=5g8D4TH6DhERG1Sj_2oE_g&s=19 - sometimes the delulu is strong with the idols and that's fine

NAURRR FHWNDBKWDBKW THE DELULU KILLS ME 😭😭😭😭😭 no bc the way they be flirting too gdqkhdwk go boy get a girl!

Vanilla by Kai is especially great 👀 but for real, writing vanilla makes your fics a bit more accessible to people who don't like hardcore stuff, but obviously it's up to the authors. I think some can't write interesting sex scenes so they opt for something shocking.

PLS VANILLA IS SO CUTE like confessing to a crush and it’s 😭😭😭🤚🏼 YES YES !!! i think ppl enjoy vanilla even if they don’t say they do primarily bc sometimes it’s better to read something easy and slow rather than hArd BREEDINGFBWKHDE oH last line! so true!!!

Let's look at daddy long legs Hwa instead 🤩 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdtkxpgtk8G/?igshid=YmMyMTA2M2Y=

he’s like 90% legs 10% torso BFKWHDKW ill steal his knee caps 😭😭

Many people say Inception was Hwa's best era and I agree he owned that song and the MV and the choreography too. Plus the looks he served were very pretty too, the belly chain 😊 but I could do without it or at least without him starving himself 💔 such a bittersweet memory

i think wonderland hwa best era !!! YEAH the ashy blond hair served so well and the makeup and the fits truly 🤌🏼🤌🏼

🥒??? 🥒 Seonghwa jaudhjahshehhshs bestie you wanna kill me ha ha ha, I imagine the siren being VERY BOLD and Seonghwa not so much, makes a lot of sense GIMME GIMME NOW I wish my disease was related to writing lmaoooo... but alas I'm cursed with 💡 IDEAS 💡 only

LMFAOOOO VDNWHDKW YES SIREN IS VERY BOLD LIKE QUITE ALOT !!!! she serves,, nose ring and tattoos and the prettiest coloured fin 😩 ONE DAY BESTIE I WILL ITS EXTREMELY PLOTTY

The vogue photos aren't my fave, but of course I got the magazine and I may have started at some tits and arms. 👁👁 The noir photos dropped at 3am my time and I was in shambles crying and dying. Let's reminisce

BDMQBDKW NO FR SAME THE NOIR ONE HAD ME IN ABSOLUTE SHAMBLES???? THE MANSSPREAD 😮‍💨😮‍💨 THE HAIR THE STARE THE EVERYTHINGFBWM

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/fb/6f/62fb6f953c479fda704438470cb40ff8.jpg https://i.pinimg.com/736x/52/c7/79/52c779a36cbaa59844803a2bc2ec5ff8.jpg

he started my hwa era

Wow that is a robbery... seriously kpop concert organisers and companies need to get a fucking grip, judging by the shitty organisation those tickets are not fucking worth it. Idk if you heard about all the bullshit that went down during Kpop Flex or even some Ateez gigs as well WTFFFF

YEAH ROBBED??? INSANELY ROBBED hybe is really trying to milk it bc wtf is that price,,, they fr going downhill esp with those prices for the albums??? 50$??? GORLLLL

I worked with some cool animals in 🇦🇺 but some should stay away, seriously. Nothing against them but pls DO NOT INTERACT!!! Tbh if you live in a big city you rarely see wild animals so it's fine, but it can still happen y'know. Have fun drowning, but make sure to come back to life so you can serve more fics <333

BDMWBDKW THE PEACEFUL ANIMALS R SO WILD TOO?? a peacock landed on my uncles head and it did the feather thing before walking away iN public,,, HAVE FUN DROWUNJNG HEY FHWJDHWK MY FICS WILL DROWN WITH ME IN THE PACIFIC

AND THIS THIS THIS https://twitter.com/ATEEZofficial/status/1527299684057743361?t=zIu3I-8OyviHLAN7LgV29A&s=19 a win for the Cathwa nation! I SEE TWO CATS. Also his shirt is so cute I want iiiiiiit https://c.tenor.com/rJwMzrNNNDAAAAAM/%E3%82%AD%E3%82%B9-%E3%81%BB%E3%81%A3%E3%81%BA.gif

god he’s so 😭😭 HES SO SQUISHY AND FOR WHAT FBWNBDKW i wanna cry 😭😭??

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

[theleavesofwesteros]

kuroo x nekoma manager!reader

author's note: HI! this is my first thing that I've written on tumblr and i hope whoever finds this enjoys!!! idk if i'll write more, i want to, but i think that if i do it, it'll mostly be for my own indulgence....i love this man so much omg...sorry if it's like super long <333

you and kuroo have known each other for a longgggggg time (childhood) and you supported the boy through his growing passion for volleyball even though you weren't personally as passionate about the sport as he was.

you were more passionate about watching him play

when you and mr rooster got to high school and he got into the volleyball team, he started begging you to become the manager.

you were lowkey scared because we're talking about a bunch of guys who're definitely strong af

but kuroo is supportive bestie immense simp so he comforted you and reassured you and so you tried out for manager

shockingly (not really) nobody else had tried to get that position so you were immediately put into place as manager

KUROO WAS SOOOO HAPPY

aw

<333 he now had a reason to spend even more time with his long time crush (+ he could flex in front of you)

you're super stressed because now you have to deal with seeing kuroo play volleyball

and yeahh, you've seen him do it for years but now he's older and it's different and you don't realize that it's because you like him

(the eternal pining between you two drives kenma insane, pray for him)

tbh it's not too bad until kuroo becomes captain

after that......wow

it just got so much harder for you </3333 because if you thought he was attractive before..........i have some news for you babe

(kuroo was super happy because now he had even more reason to flex in front of you)

but then, yamamoto joined the team

and i'm not saying he was rude or anything like that,

quite the contrary

he was SMITTEN with you

he entered the gym for the first time, saw you, and i'm not kidding, fell to his knees

you were (rightfully) very worried for him so you went up to him and held out your hand to help him up and he burst into tears

kuroo watched from the sidelines while holding back laughter

okay but during classes, kuroo would help with your chem hw (even though you didn't always need help because you're smart bestie <3)

(sometimes you just asked for help so you could spend time alone with him)

anyways more and more guys joined the team and they all lowkey had a crush on you (who can blame them omg)

kuroo, yaku and kai formed the coalition called "protect y/n"

kenma was getting super annoyed at you and kuroo still not admitting your feelings to each other because he had to deal with each one of you freaking out about the other one to him

so for a long time, nothing was happening between you two, soooooo boring

and then, yamamoto started getting really close to you because he stopped crying while near you (it took him a while)

and he was actually really nice and funny so you enjoyed time with him

this is when kuroo started losing his smug demeanor </3

you literally started spending more time with yamamoto than with kuroo and that did not please the nekoma captain

you guys were best friends for a long time, now you were captain and manager (literally iconinc duo hello????) and he even had a crush on you so why were you so close with yamamoto now??

you honestly didn't do it maliciously, you just found yamamoto very sweet and wanted to make a new friend!! :)

one faithful day, kuroo walked into the gym and saw you and yamamoto already there and joking around and that's when kuroo saw the text on the back of your signature red jacket was different.

it was yamamoto's number......uh oh

kuroo wasn't pleased.

at this point he was sad and jealous :((( he assumed you really didn't like him anymore because you didn't even ask him for help with your chem hw anymore :(

he was in a bad mood during all of practice that day and obviously you noticed because he's your crush !!! and why is he sad ! :(

after practice was over (lasted way longer than usual because mr rooster head was in a bad mood and held everyone back) and the team was very tired, you were packing up when kuroo approached you

"so, i'm guessing that you and yamamoto are together?" (he wouldn't even look at you as he said this, he was that sad)

"what? what makes you say that?" (you were genuinely confused)

"i mean, you spend basically all your time with him now. you don't even ask me for help with chemistry anymore...."

:((( you finally looked up at him and he looked so defeateddddd :(((( poor tetsu

"i'm not dating yamamoto, tetsu. i don't even like him like that..."

kuroo's eyes immediately landed on you

"but i don't understand what that would change for you..."

then, kuroo blushed (a rare sight for someone who doesn't know him too well)

"it matters because......i like you..a lot. and i have for a while now..."

then, you smiled and hugged him very hard

"i like you too, tetsu" !!!! <33333 :)))

"FINALLY" could be heard from literally outside the gym??? (okay snoopy kenma)

when you're dating (this is getting long i'm so sorry)

literally ICONIC couple

yaku had an hour long discussion with kuroo about how he had to treat you right (he knew he would, but it was the protocol, okay??)

yamamoto still worshipped the ground you walked on (as he should) and kuroo literally supported him except if he went too far (which happened a few times)

the whole team loved your relationship (but loved you even more, because you weren't as smug as kuroo, you were their babysitter basically <333)

omg as for kuroo being a bf, you get to wear his jacket all the time omggggg

now he even gives you his chem answers (if you give him enough kisses ofc)

kenma has now gone from annoyed to disgusted (jk he loves you guys together)

kuroo doesn't get jealous all that often, but if he does it's quiet jealous and you always manage to reassure him in the end so it's all good

he loves you so muchhhh <333

and you bring homemade snacks for the team for practices and even tournaments and they're all just so thankful

and kuroo especially, because you take such good care of his team <333 omg

you always kiss him before games and he claims it's his good luck charm

hugs with him after a game where nekoma won are the best (even if he's sweaty) because he's just so happy and proud!!!

he loves kissing your forehead and your cheeks

always has a hand around your shoulder or is always touching you in some way

loves showing you off

he's so proud of you!!

like when other teams come over for a tournament and you bring your homemade snacks he's just: "look at my s/o!!! look at what they made!!!"

bokuto is literally the number one supporter of your relationship!!! he's so happy for you both!! :)

he LOVES seeing you because you're so nice and you always offer him snacks

akaashi is because he has someone else that helps him deal with the rooster and owl

(LAST DETAILS I PROMISE)

when karasuno first meet with your team, tanaka and nishinoya lose their shit because omg!!!! gorgeous manager!!!

but then kuroo comes out of the gym to greet karasuno and kisses your cheek out of habit (and makes you blush) and tanaka and nishinoya LOSE IT

because a guy actually got to date his team's MANAGER (their dream </3)

then you become friends with them too (they're so funny bro)

they love you but they're unsure of kuroo because these two simps believe you deserve better

tsukki doesn't really pay attention to you and kuroo's relationship during the day but he does notice how kind you are and how you offer snacks to all the teams, even to him :))

after the day is over though, and bokuto and kuroo ask tsukki to practice with them and akaashi, tsukki notices the way you and kuroo act around one another and he lowkey loves it

you guys clearly have chemistry (i'm so funny)

in conclusion: an iconic couple, everyone loves you together

(lev wants to come to the wedding)

+ kuroo uses chemistry pickup lines on you daily (never gets old)

#kuroo x reader #kuroo x you #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #kuroo fluff #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo headcanons #nekoma #nekoma headcanons #nekoma manager

[wymthatsillegal]

do you do requests of other characters aside from bruce? if so I was wondering if you can do a dick grayson story where he just is absolutely insane about his bf like cant keep his eyes or hands off him

Day Off

Dick Grayson x Male Reader

Contains: 18+ themes and content, fluff, spice, kisses,

Content Warnings: Dick being mad delicious

Summary: You and Dick go walking around Gotham, go home, a bit of bump n grind, cuddling :)

No usage of Y / N

Word count: 652

Author's Response: Yes, I do! I write for everyone basically, it's just that all of my requests are for Battinson, so that's all I've done so far! Nightwing has always always always been a big favorite of mine so to request something for him is awesome. I've never written him before so I hope I didn't do him too dirty... I'm sorry it's short! Thanks, cheers!

asks are closed for now <3

"Awesome, thanks!" You smiled and tipped the guy, taking the two street dogs in your hands that stung a little through the foil to your boyfriend. He was stunning, dark hair pushed back with little strands hanging into his eyes and a big goofy grin on his face as he approached you. Snaking a hand around your waist he leaned into you as you walked down the streets of Gotham, taking a bite out of the end. "Ain't nobody does it like Vinny..." He groaned around a full mouth, dramatically rolling his eyes back into his head. You snickered, taking a significantly smaller bite than his, nodding in agreement. His fingers traced your hip, ducking his head down away from everyone so you could hear him over all the noise, "Where were you wanting to go next, pretty boy? We could go home, hit up a mall 'r shopping district..?" You finished your hot dog, tossing the foil into a trash can far away.

"I'll go where you go." You gave him an evil grin as he rolled his eyes again with a laugh. "God forbid you make any kind of decision!" He laughed at you, it had been a running joke between the two of you that your favorite thing to do was say "I don't know". His eyes travelled all over your face with dizzying admiration and affection, waiting for a serious response. "I don't know, we've been out for a while and it's getting a little late. I was kind of wanting to spend some time with you, y' feel me?" You turned to him, a soft smile on your lips as he kissed your forehead. "Anything 'n everything for you, big boy." You laughed at him, knocking his shoulder with your head.

You walked into your shared room, jumping on the bed face-up with your feet dangling off as to not get grime and street dirt on your mostly clean bedsheets. You groaned in mock annoyance as Dick threw his shirt at your head, effectively covering your face with his turtleneck. You breathed in, basking in his scent, a perfect mix of wood and earth with a sweetness. The bed dipped under his weight as he straddled you, a now-shirtless Dick hovering over your face with a grin. "Peek-a-boo." He giggled at you, stealing your lips in a charming kiss which quickly deepend when he accidentally moaned against your lips, not meaning to grind directly down on you when he tried to pull away. At that you felt yourself throb against his friction, chasing it with your hips by flexing your abs and rolling upwards into him. 

He gasped when you bit his lower lip, shameless whines of pleasure breathed into your mouth that you drank up with no hesitation. He broke away from you for air, coming up and hovering over you again, cheeks red with the blood rush, lips all pretty and swollen. You trailed a hand from his waist across his bare chest to his face, thumbing his chin and forcing him to look down at you. You held a cocky smirk, watching him squirm from the loss of friction. "Someone's desperate, hmm?" He whined at that, biting his bottom lip and nodding feverishly. Your smile deepend at that, giving him another peck before nearly effortlessly pulling him off of you to get into more comfortable pants, not worried about a shirt. "Sounds like an issue, doesn't it?" He groaned at that still on the bed, "Tease!" he accused, shimmying out of his tight jeans and into a pair of short shorts.

Coming back, you lay down facing him, his hands pulling the blanket over the two of you for comfort. "I love you, you know." He muttered, reaching his fingers up and brushing away some hairs from your eyes, moving his hand down to caress your cheek. "Love you too, Dick." You nuzzled into his hand, sighing contentedly and wrapping a leg around his. 

#dick grayson x male reader #nightwing x male reader #dick grayson #thebatman #nightwing #titans #batfam

[the-cult-of-russo]

Who's my Good Boy?

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Request: will you write the post you reblogged, the one that says billy likes to be called 'good boy' in bed? if not, can i request that? 👀 thanks!!!!

A/N: Oh man. This one… I had way too much fun with this one lmao It took on a life of its own and I don't know if it went in a direction you're okay with, but fuck me sideways, it went there 😂 

Warnings: cursing, smut. Like serious fucking smut, I'm not even kidding. Knife play, lil bit of blood, dom/sub bullshit. Sub!Billy for once and the little shit secretly loves it. 

If you're under 18 then please avert your eyes and scroll on by. If you're over 18 then enjoy and maybe cleanse yourself in some holy water when you're done lmao. I'd say I'm sorry but that would be a bare faced fucking lie 😂😂😂

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You glanced in the mirror and admired your appearance. The black lace lingerie looked good on you and you felt pretty sexy. It was a new set since Billy had already seen every piece of underwear you owned. It was time to cash in on your win and you knew just what you wanted. 

You and Billy often bet with each other over numerous things and more often than not, Billy would win. This time you'd actually won and like hell you'd be squandering this opportunity. He'd bet that he could get more girls numbers at the bar you'd been at and you'd gladly accepted. Never one to turn down his challenges. 

Maybe it was weird for a couple to go off and flirt with other people and get their numbers like that but both of you never intended on calling the girls. It was simply a fun challenge. And you wished you'd taken a picture of Billy's face when you both counted and you'd got 5 more numbers than him. He looked horrified, wildly offended, ridiculously proud and also pretty aroused. You hadn't cashed in then, two nights ago, and you hadn't told him what you had planned. But you most certainly had plans.

Billy loved being in control in every aspect of his life. It was just the way he was and that bled into the bedroom too. You were more than happy to play the sub to his dom and you loved it, but you often wondered just how Billy would fare if the roles were reversed. How would he handle you taking charge and teasing him to the brink of insanity like he did to you?

You were waiting for him to get home from work and once you heard the door, you grinned to yourself. You knew Billy's senses were sharp, perks of dating a former marine sniper, but you crept out of the bedroom and saw him sat on the sofa facing away from you. You knew you wouldn't be able to sneak up on him, not through lack of trying, so you weren't disappointed that he didn't jump when you leaned over the back of the sofa, wrapping your arms around him from behind. 

"Hey, baby," he murmured with a smile, tilting his head to look at you. His hands came up to stroke your arms and you could see curiosity burning in his eyes at your lack of clothes although he couldn't see from his angle just what you had on. You kissed his cheek sweetly and he smiled, leaning into the touch. 

"I'm ready to cash in my win," you smirked. He raised a brow, lips quirking a little as his eyes glittered with curiosity. 

"Really?" He asked, voice low and sultry and you had to remind yourself you had a plan. 

You were nowhere near Billy's level of patience and control but you'd try hard to stick to the plan. You unwound your arms from him, stepping back a bit and you saw his eyes trail down your body, taking in the black lace against your skin and the stockings you had on. The wolfish grin that spread across his face made your knees weak. 

He got up, slinking over to you like a panther, dark eyes drinking in the sight of you. You had to fight the urge to submit to him. To fall on your knees and worship his cock. Now wasn't the time. He reached out to grab your hips but your hands darted out, seizing his wrists tightly. 

"I didn't say you could touch," you said firmly, quirking a brow at him. His lips parted slightly, a dark chuckle leaving them as his fingers flexed but he made no move to escape your hold despite how easy it would be for him. He looked curious and delighted by where this was going, to see this side to you. 

You let him go, pleased when his hands settled by his sides, clenched into fists. You knew he would take it as a personal challenge but you also knew it would be hard for him not to touch you which is why you had plans for once you got into the bedroom. You grabbed his tie, yanking him close as your lips ghosted his. His clenched fists were still by his sides.

"No touching," you reminded him before you kissed him. He kissed back fervently, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth and it caused you to moan. Drawing out a groan in response from him. 

When you broke away, a sly grin painted your lips and you could see his resolve for not touching you was wearing thin. You let his tie fall back against his chest before you turned on your heel, feeling his gaze on your ass as you sauntered into the bedroom. He followed obediently as you perched on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other as you looked up at him. 

"Strip," your firm command was met by a smirk from him and he took his time to remove all of his clothes. The man was built like a god and you could feel how wet you were already as your eyes drank him in greedily. His smug smirk let you know he knew just what he did to you. 

You stood up, loving the way his eyes didn't leave you as you beckoned him over. He walked over with no hesitation and his hands went to grab you again. Before you had to intervene, they snapped back to his sides, balled up into fists and you smirked at him as your hands smoothed up his bare toned chest.

"Good boy," you murmured, your lips ghosting his. His groaned, head snapping forward and his teeth caught your lower lip. The only act of rebellion you'd allow for the night. 

You kissed him greedily, a hand fisting his hair as his mouth devoured yours before you moved away feeling breathless. You really needed to make sure you kept control over yourself. You pushed him to lay back, gesturing with your hand for him to scoot up and lay on the pillows. He did as instructed, his heavy lidded gaze never leaving you. You knew for a fact he was staring at your ass when you bent down to get his tie. You made a bit of a show of it and he groaned. 

He raised a curious brow as you returned with his tie in hand and you smirked, moving to straddle him. You sat more on his torso though so he couldn't find any friction from you. You grabbed his hands without a word and pinned them above his head, making quick work of tying them together and to the headboard. His almost black eyes pinned you in place from where he lay and it sent a thrill right through you.

"Y/N…" his low voice was silky smooth but it was full of warning. It was the voice he usually used before he made your ass cheeks red and had you begging him to fuck you senseless. You loved it. You fluttered your lashes at him with a coy smile, gripping his jaw before you leaned down to kiss him deeply. He kissed you back hard and it amused you how he was still trying to have some level of control with this. You'd soon break him. 

"I'm in charge, be a good boy for me," you purred against his lips. He groaned, shifting his hips as he tried to find something, anything, to rub against but he found nothing. You could see the frustration on his face. You moved to kneel next to him, really wanting to avoid his cock as much as possible to really drag this out and you started to kiss and nip at his neck. He tilted his head, giving you easy access as he hummed, hands flexing over his head as he gave the tie a tug to no avail. 

You kissed down his toned chest, giving his nipple a teasing lick and nip and he moaned softly, arching his hips again pointlessly. You couldn't help but smirk against his skin as you continued to kiss down his body. You purposely steered clear of his dick, kissing his thighs as you settled between them and biting them, leaving marks as he groaned. He kept tugging at the tie and you knew it was killing him not to be able to touch you. You were revelling in it. You left another mark at the juncture of his thigh that had him gasping and squirming and you really started to see just why he loved to tease you so much. 

"Shit," he moaned, head falling back as you started licking and sucking at his balls. You hummed around them as you lavished them with attention and he couldn't stay still as he kept arching up at nothing with frustrated groans. You grinned to yourself before licking a stripe up his lower belly, adjacent to his throbbing cock but making sure you didn't touch it. 

"Untie me, Y/N," he strained voice was full of authority as he punctuated his words with a sharp tug at his binds. 

"Ah, ah, ah. I'm in charge," you tsked at him, raising a brow. His nostrils flared at your defiance, a growl leaving his lips. But his eyes were sparkling and you knew that despite how unsettling the lack of control was, how frustrating it was for him to have you not do as he says, he was enjoying it at the same time. 

You moved to straddle him, once again higher up and leaving his cock with no purchase to rub against. You gripped his jaw tightly, leaning down with hard eyes as he blinked up at you.

"You're not being a very good boy, Billy. Only good boys get rewarded," you murmured, delighting in his answering moan. You reached over to the nightstand, grabbing one of his many knives that he always kept there. You twirled it with ease in a move that he'd taught you and you heard his breathing hitch. 

His black eyes glanced at it before going back to your face and you smirked at his groan of 'fuuuuck' as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. You trailed the knife carefully down your neck and over your lace clad breasts and it wasn't lost on you how still he became. The knife was incredibly sharp but even through his lust filled haze he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, not wanting to jostle you and have you cut yourself. 

"You gonna be a good boy now?" You asked, blinking down at him. He nodded stiffly and your answering smile was devilish. You slipped the knife between your breasts under the bra, angling it away from you and slicing the material with ease. His eyes were locked on the knife now and his hands kept flexing into fists over and over despite how still he'd become. Your breasts now exposed, you kept the knife in hand as you slipped the straps off one by one and tossed the now useless material carelessly on the floor. 

His eyes drank you in with a hunger that made you wet and you smirked down at him. The knife then sliced through either side of your panties and you slipped the material off and it was discarded with the bra. Obsidian eyes drifted down to where your legs were spread on him and he bared his teeth a little before licking his lips. You took your time, surprisingly still calm and in control as you trailed the blade down from his neck to his chest. He shifted his hips up, once again finding nothing to help, but the tip of the blade nicked his skin ever so slightly and a drop of blood pooled on his chest. You knew he'd done it on purpose since he'd been so careful when the knife was on you. 

Locking eyes with him, you leaned down and licked up the drop of blood and he hissed, tugging at his binds again.

"Fuck… Y/N…" the authoritative tone was gone and replaced with a pleading one and you knew you were finally wearing him down. You gave him a wolfish grin as you set the knife back on the nightstand before giving him a deep kiss that he responded to willingly, his hips moving once more to no avail. 

"Do you know what I want?" You asked softly, lips a hair away from his.

"My dick?" He replied, not missing a beat. His voice was low and hoarse as he leaned up trying to chase your lips but you moved just out of his reach with a snort. You couldn't help it. His grin back at you made you smile despite the current situation. He always loved making you laugh and even this didn't change that. You placed a teasing kiss at the corner of his mouth and when he tried to tilt his head to meet your lips, you gripped his jaw firmly and held him in place. 

"What I want…" you kissed along his jaw, "is for you…" you kissed your way to his ear as he squirmed under you, "to beg," you purred in his ear. 

"Fuuuuck," he groaned, tugging helplessly at the tie. It made you smirk as you sat back upright and looked down at him all innocent like. Your hands trailed down your body, palming your breasts as his eyes took you in. He squeezed them shut for a moment as if that would help but it wasn't for long before his obsidian gaze was back on you. He couldn't help himself. 

He watched with rapt interest as your hand trailed lower until it reached between your legs. You moaned softly as your fingers circled your clit lazily, your eyes not leaving his face. His eyes looked wild now, desperate and you were just waiting for him to snap. 

"Y/N," he pleaded, making you grin wickedly. It wasn't enough though. You ignored him and his restless hips as he tried his hardest to find friction. 

You knelt up a little, allowing yourself to slip two fingers inside your soaked pussy with ease and you moaned, biting your lip as you started fingering yourself. 

"Shit… fuck… Y/N, please," he begged, sending a thrill right through you at how desperate he sounded. 

"Please what?" You asked breathlessly, another soft moan leaving your lips as you continued to pleasure yourself. His dark eyes were darting from what you were doing and to your face, his chest heaving as he squirmed. 

"Fuck me. Fuckin' touch me, I don't care. Do something! Please," he was so helpless and looked on the brink of insanity and it's just where you wanted him. Where he'd gotten you so many times before. 

Your fingers slipped out of you and you offered them to him, quirking a brow. He wasted no time in opening his mouth and sucking them clean, groaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted as his tongue swirled around your fingers. Fuck, if that didn't turn you on. 

Gripping his jaw, you rewarded him with a filthy kiss, all tongues and teeth as you tasted yourself on his tongue. 

"Good Boy," you breathed softly, earning a moan from him. You shifted down a little, kneeling up and he hissed when you finally grabbed his cock. You lined him up before sinking down onto him with a moan and the noise he made was downright dirty and you knew you'd file that away for a later date. 

You stayed where you were, unmoving, and when he shifted his hips up to you, you raised a brow in warning at him. It amused you when he complied and stilled immediately, worried you'd climb right off him after he finally got what he wanted. You still weren't done driving him crazy yet and you knelt back up, his cock almost slipping out of you, only the tip inside. You teased him, not sinking down all the way, not even halfway before you lifted back to just the tip and he whined. Billy fucking Russo actually whined and you smirked in delight at the noise you'd drawn from him. 

"Please. Please, please, just… fuck," he gasped, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his brow as he bared his teeth again. Having someone as composed and calculated as Billy like this was a huge turn on and you rewarded him by sinking back down fully until he bottomed out and he moaned loudly. The tug on his binds let you know he really wanted to touch you. If it wasn't for the fact you'd googled the best way to tie him up, you had no doubt he'd be pinning you to the bed right now and fucking you like an animal. He got like that sometimes. Practically feral. And you could see the glint in his eyes right now. 

You started bouncing on his cock, the pair of you moaning and you felt the relief the same as he did. You'd worked yourself up quite a bit but you were proud of yourself that you'd held out and got what you wanted out of him. You'd fully expected to cave to him way before it got that far. He was chanting your name like a fervent prayer, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as you rode him hard and fast. 

He was still tugging on the tie as his hips arched up to meet each hard thrust and you felt him hit all the right spots as you moaned. 

"Untie me. Please fuckin' untie me, I need to touch you," he begged, voice raw as he pulled more on the tie. You snarled, your hand darting out and gripping his throat, squeezing it a little as you kept moving. His eyes went wide, lips parted as he moaned even louder.

"No," you bit out, eyes blazing. His back arched, a gasp leaving his lips as he fucked up at you harder. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned desperately, actually whimpering when you squeezed his throat tighter.

You leaned down, hand still firm around his throat and you nipped at his lower lip. 

"Who's my Good Boy?" You asked breathlessly. 

"Me… I am," he moaned without hesitation. He looked completely blissed out and you felt the pleasure building up at a rapid rate inside of you. 

Seeing him in the throes of pleasure like this sent you over the edge and you cried out, clamping down around him as your hips faltered for a second, your release washing over you.

"Don't stop, don't… please, don't fuckin'  stop," he begged helplessly, his voice a mere breathy whisper as he kept rutting up into you. You obliged through your orgasmic haze and his moans got louder, hands balled into fists above his head before a loud groan filled the room. After a few more stuttered thrusts up into you, he stilled, as did you, and you smiled feeling heavenly.

You leaned over, easily untying him before you collapsed on his chest and caught your breath. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you, his hands smoothing the skin on your back as if making up for the time he hadn't been able to touch you.

"Holy shit," he murmured breathlessly, nuzzling your hair. You smiled tiredly before sitting back up. You took his wrists in your hands delicately. They were a little red from all his tugging and you placed soft kisses to each of them. When your eyes landed on his face again he was giving you a soft smile that made your heart stop for a moment. 

"Did you enjoy it?" You asked hesitantly. His smile widened, one hand on your hip as the other stroked your face.

"You're kiddin', right? I think it's obvious I did. Didn't know you had it in you," he smirked. You blushed and rolled your eyes playfully, leaning down and kissing him softly. You moved away to lay your head back on him feeling content to just fall asleep like this with his softening cock still inside of you. 

"I gotta say… I'm pretty impressed. You did me proud," he smirked into your hair as his fingers trailed lazily up and down your back. You hummed softly, snuggling into him more. 

"Well, I learned from the best," you replied with a sleepy grin. He chuckled and you felt him press a kiss to your head. 

"Don't think we're makin' a habit of it though. Was fuckin' torture," he snorted, making you giggle a little. 

"Now you know how you make me feel," you murmured tiredly. He chuckled, a hand winding into your hair as his fingers rubbed your scalp and you were helpless to succumb to sleep when he did that. The pair of you drifted off still tangled together and you still had a smile on your face as you remembered that you'd gotten Mr Marine to beg for you. 

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine

[colossal-fallout]

Can we have a hella needy (to the point near crazed) dom Hange annihalating a GN reader's cognitive functions with a strap? Thanks :D

I certainly can. 😚

Hange just awakens something in me...

GN reader X Hange

Warning: NSFW 18+ SMUT. Mouth spitting. Slight deg. Strap on.

   “Levi, did you need section A3b put with the Research grant, or the Research progress report?” You ask, holding up two rather large chunks of paper work.

Levi’s eyes flicker up to you from his standing position at a table in Hange’s office; elbow deep in his own work. 

“I have no idea.” He mutters honestly. “Ask shitty glasses.” 

You turn to look at Hange who was usually at her desk in the corner. “Hange, do I pu-” 

You freeze when you notice she’s staring at you intently, her elbows on the desk and covering her mouth with her entwined fingers; her eyes dark and an eyebrow raised. You knew that look. She was so deep in thought that you would probably have to rouse her from her daydream. 

“Hange?” 

“Oi, wake up.” Levi scolds, throwing a wooden pen-pot in her direction. 

She flinches as it crashes onto the surface of her desk. 

 “Hm?” She blinks. “Sorry. I was miles away.” 

“We know.” Levi mumbles with a cold glare from his steely eyes. “Which file do we put A3b into?” 

“Both. You need two copies.” 

You and the captain both let out an exasperated sigh, pulling out an extra sheet of paper and readying your quills. 

 Her chocolate pooled eyes return to you, her mind slowly sinking back into her daydream as if she were sliding into a hot bath. Those beautiful orbs latch onto your form, drinking you in deeply. You’d assumed she was pondering some science thing like she usually did. But unbeknownst to you and Levi, under her desk her legs were crossed tightly, her crotch thudding and pulsing with intense yearning for you. There was just something about you that just ignited the kerosene of her wildest, most feral desires. 

 The way you moved for example; to anyone else you’re just... moving. But to her its like your movements are pronounced, your unique mannerisms standing out as if the air around you were a liquid and you just sort of...stood out. 

And those eyes... that smile... that ass.

 You and Hange Zoe had been dating for a little while now, but it wasn’t too often you got to spend time alone these days. Erwin was really piling on the workload and the much needed anti-stress hormones only added fuel to the fire. 

Her thighs tense and squeeze together, hardly not able to take the hot gushing sensation her body was providing her with; her skin heating up as she watches your furrowed brow concentrate on your writing.

 She runs a hand through her hair in frustration, her leg beginning to bounce up and down with impatience. 

 Come on, Levi. Hurry and finish your work... She silently pleads, her nails now digging into the wood of the chair her own perfect ass was placed upon. 

Her eyes enlarge when you bite your lip in concentration - the last time she saw you do that was when you were riding her face into glory. Your cum so deliciously sweet and filling. Who needed food if she had your bodily fluids to feast upon? 

She relives the moments you’d come undone at her doing, your cries of pleasure melodic, your facial expressions as you -

“I’m done.” Levi finally sighs with relief, head rolling back to your direction. “You need any help? Or can I go and take a shit?” 

“They’re fine.” Hange snaps her head up. “I’ll help them if they need it.” 

“Okay.” Levi shrugs. “Don’t torture them too much.” he heads for the door. 

Oh if only he knew.

Hange gets to her feet, slowly circling to the other side of her desk as he makes his way to the door, trying to hold herself back as much as possible during those torturous last few seconds of Captain Levi’s presence. 

She follows him to the door feigning a yawn as he opens the door. 

“Goodnight, Levi.” 

“Night.” 

 Not even a second after he leaves the threshold of her office, she slams the door behind him and locks it, the loud bang catching your attention. 

“H-hange?” You ask, noticing her expression as she stalks towards you - The very same she rarely showed when she was about to go ape shit over something. “S-sorry, i’m almost done I swea-” 

She silences you by yanking your hair and slapping her lips off yours, tongue instantly sliding down your throat with no reservations. Her free hand rips your shirt before you even have time to register what’s going on. Her hands ravish you, like a person who’d been staved for days, finally able to get their hands on a human sized piece of meat. 

“Take off your pants. Now.” She growls. 

The authority in her voice sends an immediate rush of arousal down between your legs, yet you were still trying to take in what was going on. You automatically obey, sliding your trousers down your thighs, her hand grabbing your sex as soon as it tasted the fresh air. 

“This is mine.” She growls, her teeth nipping your neck. “And I demand to use it. Right now.” 

You nod, lips parting. “Y-yes ma’am...” 

In a flash she has you bent over, face on the desk sticking to the now not-so-neat stack of papers, your hands pinned behind your back as she harshly takes her free hand and slithers it around your body, starting to rub and caress between your legs, her crotch grinding against your bare ass as her clit demands your friction. 

Her long body leans down and caresses her face into your nape, hand still working you as you whine, her hips rolling against your soft flesh. 

“mmm...” She groans in your ear, “Your body is mine. I can do what I like to you.” She reinforces this with a territorial sinking of her teeth, sucking your neck and leaving a nice darkening mark upon your flesh. 

Hange is beyond feral. 

She crossed that bridge an hour ago when you’d dropped your papers and bent over in front of her. 

She was now well within the territory of hysteria. 

Her grinds become more desperate, your shoulders hurting from how she hand you pinned, but it was complimented deliciously from how her hand and fingers were attentive to your sex, your knees weak as her hot breath invades you in the best possible way. 

She suddenly spins you around, the relief of her grasp making you sigh deeply while you watch her remove her own trousers and unveiling her pussy - her arousal leaking from her lips and spreading to her thighs and ass as she harshly pushes you down onto your knees, pushing herself into your mouth with a high pitched whine. 

“Good little soldier...” She hums, eyes closing and head throwing back as her hands rock your head at her own pace, totally under her control. “You make me feel so... ah~! so good.”  

The taste of your lovers thick juices makes you whine like a little lap dog, wanting nothing more than for her to totally ruin you like the little bitch you were for her.

Her over sensitive slit that was good to blow at the best of times began to flex and quake, her loud moans warning you she was about to detonate.

Your eyes enlarge as she screams your name again and again into the heavens, her orgasm igniting the flames of your own yearning as she cusses and swears, her grip on your hair becoming tighter.

She begins to laugh softly as she comes back down to earth, the euphoria of finally having you possessing her - that succubus within her clawing its way to the surface as she throws you back onto the desk with ease, reaching into the drawer.

She'd been prepared.

She knew you were going to be in her office this evening and she wasn't about to let this chance of annihilating you slip through her starved fingers.

"Hange..." You whine in wanting when she pulls out her large strap, not taking her snug eyes off you as she fastens it to herself, adjusting it with such familiarity she didn't need to look down.

Running her tongue up your neck and into your ear, she lines it up to you, the anticipation a disgusting drug that made you feel almost ashamed to be excited to be destroyed by this magnificent woman. Hange turns you into something you weren't too familiar with, but you didn't care; especially as she slides it into you after spitting down onto your entrance.

You cry out as she thrusts, the friction on her clit from the toy enticing an evil grin as she fills you to the brim over and over again - that wild insane gleam in her eye as she smirks at you was enough to hurtle you into your own corner of lustful insanity.

"Beg for me" she hisses with malice, grabbing your face with force.

"Hange! Oh my god! Please! Harder!"

Her nails dig into your cheeks as she graces your wish, slamming herself roughly in and out of you, watching your eyes roll and cross, your body becoming a pile of mush in the palm of her hand.

She gives your cheek a squeeze. "Open."

You obey, parting your lips and flattening your tongue as she gathers spit at her lips, pushing it out with her wet muscle and watching you swallow it like it were holy water - a sinner desperate for their retribution.

Her hips slam harder, the desk clanking everything that were in the drawers as your orgasm quickly hurtles towards you.

"Cum for me." She commands.

You heard the scream. But it didn't feel like it came from you. But apparently it did as your body explodes into waves of white hot surges, rolling through you over and over again, your jaw slackening, still in Hange's grasp, your tongue falling out - the sight of this pushing your lover back into that higher plane of existence her own loud cries almost harmonising with yours and you both blindly tumble down into the void.

Hange had wanted - no needed you for days. The supernova of finally having you was more than heavenly as your ruined sex gets pushed into ecstasy again and again. Hange really does bring some dark shadow aspect of yourself to the surface. You really were just her bitch.

And you love it.

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