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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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The Stranger 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

Note: My first time writing this character!

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your nails are crusted in dirt as you kneel in the garden. You grunt as you wrestle the roots of weed from the soil and toss it aside. You wipe your forehead with the back of your glove as you hear the screen door snap shut. Your grandmother stands on the stoop, her hand on her achy hip.

“Did you hear, dearie?” She calls in her creaky voice. “Someone’s moved into Clyde’s old house.”

“Huh?” You catch your breath as you gather up the broken weeds, “it’s half ash.”

“Suppose they’ll fix it up,” she mutters as she leans on the narrow iron rail along the side of the backsteps.

“Suppose,” you agree as you stuff the green and brown foliage into the paper bag for the compost. “Who told you that?”

“I was just talking to Lynette on the phone. She also said Molly’s having her fifth.”

Five kids? You hide your chagrin at the thought. You don’t mind kids but that’s a lot to handle, let alone the pregnancies. Molly balloon’s up so big she can hardly move. Her last shower, she sat the whole time. Not much different than you, you guess. You sat in the corner and watched the silly games

“That’s exciting,” you say as you stand and dust off your knees, crumpling the top of the bag in your other hand.

“Ah, I’m sure you woulda loved to have four sisters? Maybe brothers? It’s a pity your mother never gave me any more grandchildren.”

“Mmm,” you suppress a frown, “yeah, well…”

“Anyhow, enough talk of spoiled milk,” she waves off, “I got a pie in the oven. You can take it over the Clyde’s once it cools.”

“I… why would I do that?”

“Oh my, don’t be ridiculous. We have a new neighbour, we have to be polite and welcome them to the village. It’s probably a nice family, or maybe someone your age. A friend?” She suggests, “I’d do it myself but I don’t think I’d make the walk…” she looks down at her hip, theatrically rubbing it.

“Right,” you agree, the prospect of strangers making your tummy lurch. “Well, that pie will take some time.”

“Long enough for you to put on something clean,” she tuts as she looks down at your dirty jeans, “my lord, what would they think?”

“Yes, gramma, I’ll change, once I get this in the compost.”

“Good,” she smirks triumphantly and turns to swing open the screen door, the hinges whining shrilly.

You sniff and cross the yard. It’s not often there’s new faces in Hammer Ford. The village is a tourist trap at best and not a very lively one. Everyone calls each other by name and it’s second nature to stop and say hi. But that’s because you know each other; you have for years.

You lift the lid on the large bin and empty the bag into it. You could always lie and hide the pie in some bushes. Your deceit wouldn’t be hidden for long. Even in this sleepy place, word travels fast and someone always seems to be watching and waiting to pass it on.

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You head out with the pie in a basket like some fairytale. You’re only short a red hood and a big bad wolf. You set off down the country roads, following the lazy curves towards the horizon. It’s after noon and the sun’s turning mild as it drifts across its pale canvas.

The old homestead is the second closest to your grandmother’s. The homes around Hammer Ford or sprawled out amid the plowed fields and green meadows. The cluster of old pines loom over you as you pass in there shadow and crest the hill that marks the edge of the property. Clyde’s tractor used to sit there, just by the broken down fence.

Ahead, down another stretch of road, this path unpaved, stands the decrepit house. The tragedy still singes the memories of the villagers. That night comes back to you in a blaze of orange and the smell of cinder. Poor old Clyde was buried behind Sacred Stave church.

You search the overgrown grass for a sign of life. There’s a black truck by the caved in garage but that’s about it. It might not be a family. It’s a lot of work to do with little ones around. If anything, it would only be the parents as they rebuild. Your mind wanders, wondering who would buy the old farm and why.

You come down the path, just along the ditch that dips behind a cluster of brambles. There’s a snap and a crack and you skid to a halt on the stones. You spin and look around, a heavy breath pluming into the air. Like the fire reawakened.

“Can I help you?” The deep timbre rolls through you and you step back on your heel as you face the man down in the ditch. He peers up at you above the scraggly top of the brambles.

“Uh,” you gulp and stare at him dumbly. He might think you’re lost. Or worse, trespassing.

His hair is short, only an inch on top and shaved even shorter around the sides. His beard is thick around his mouth, growing sparse across his cheeks, and two vibrant blue eyes beam back at you. The way he looks at you makes you want to shrink away. You can sense the city radiating off of him. He scares you.

“Hello? What’s up?” He waves as if trying to wake you up.

“Um, pie?” You say, cringing at your own speechlessness.

“Pie,” he repeats flatly.

You hold up the basket and blink. You never were very good at introductions. You were the only girl at school without friends. You were just sort of there.

“Pie,” you echo once more and hold out the basket.

He tilts his head, curiously, and huffs. He juts out his jaw and grunts as he pushes the brambles apart and climbs out of the ditchy. His denim jacket is streaked in dirty and pollen.

He takes the basket by the handle, his rough finger brushing yours. He peels back the cloth and to peek inside, “pie.” He utters the syllable a fourth time between you.

“Yeah,” your voice is wispy and small. “Bye.”

You let out a strained breath and spin, keeping yourself from breaking into a sprint. You stomp away frantically, smacking yourself internally for being so awkward. Well, maybe that’s a good thing. He’ll have no reason to talk to you ever again.

#chris #destroyer #dark!Chris #chris x reader #dark chris #drabble #backwoods au #au #series #the stranger

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wrathofrats · 24 days

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Mushy May Day 6- "you're blushing"- alpha and omega.

As usual thank u to @forlorn-crows for the prompts

And thanks to @ghuleh-recs for the divider!

No warnings apply, just 750 words of alpha and omega flirting (:

“Papa would never say that omega” alpha snorted

Omega chuckled to himself as he wiped the rim of a golden chalice with a cloth, setting it neatly in its place on the table.

“He did! Best guitar player in the entire ministry. Said he wouldn’t have wanted to summon anyone else”

Alpha set down the matching plate in his hands, giving omega a side glance. It was barely effective through the thick mask that adorned his face but he hoped omega had gotten the point anyways. He pulled the tablecloth free of any wrinkles as he took a look over the communion table one more time.

“Papa has threatened to send us back to the pits for spilling a drop of wine on his precious tablecloth, there’s absolutely no way he gave me a genuine compliment.” Alpha turned to stare at omega through his own mask, seeing as his eyes crinkle in what he can only assume to be a wide smile. “Besides, if you wanted to tell me how talented I am then you’re more than welcome to. No need to hide behind the excuse that papa said it”

Cleaning the chapel after mass was always a lackluster duty. Mostly sniffling from the dust that never seemed to dissipate, and making sure everything was to the ministry’s high standards of organization. It was always alpha and omega who were forced to stay an extra hour or two to wipe everything down and put things back in their places. The roles of being the right hand men of papa would be nice with their high ranking, but more often than not it meant they were sent to do boring monotonous tasks together that papa had deemed important.

“Oh I never need an excuse to compliment you, just don’t know if you can handle it” omega teased. A goading tone to his voice.

“You don’t affect me as much as you think you do, you’re only fueling my ego. But if that’s your intention then please do go ahead”

Omega stood to lean against the podium, an almost challenging look in his eye, practically asking if alpha truly meant what he said. It was a stupid stand off admittedly, more for alpha to metaphorically flex his muscles and stroke his ego than it was to really prove omega words couldn’t get to him. Or if it was purely for alpha to hear omegas sweet thoughts about him, then that was his business.

“Have I really never told you how talented I think you are? That you continue to impress me with how fast you learn the songs?” Omega said, crossing his arms in front of him

“Yeah I’m sure you do” alpha rolled his eyes, “probably because if I didn’t papa would have my head, we can’t all be favorites around here”

“You’re my favorite if it’s worth anything”

Alpha tried to look like that didn’t immediately make his chest constrict. A stupid tight feeling that he got whenever omega acted like he did like him beyond their stupid jokes and banter.

“Well I’d hope so. We are together constantly, didn’t think it would be earth or something” alpha played off like he expected that kind of answer.

“I just think that under your massive ego you’re actually really kind, I know how gentle you actually are alpha” omegas voice softened in a genuine, comforting way. He stepped away from the podium, instead making his way slowly towards alpha, who seemed to fumble at watching omega step towards him.

“Just not a complete evil bastard, is that so hard to believe?”

“I mean it’s not hard for me to believe at all, you’ve always been a sweetheart, to me at least.”

Alpha fiddled with the cloth under his hands as he tried from some leverage on the table. His eyes darted around, a horrible attempt at looking inconspicuous while also not looking omega in the eye.

“And that’s not even all of it. You’re so handsome under that mask, it’s such a shame papa makes us wear them all the time, would love to actually look at you while we work”

“Shut up” alpha choked

“Why? Are you blushing? You seem really flustered” omega chuckled, continuing to move forwards while alpha tried to subtly move backwards.

“I’m not blushing you asshole”

“Oh really? How about you take off the mask then”

“You just want to see my face since you love it so much” alpha tried to play off. He turned his face towards the floor, even the idea of omega seeing his eyes was more than a bit overwhelming as his face heated.

“Maybe I just want to see you blush for me”

#mushy may #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #mushy may 2024

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m4ctavish · 2 years

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Ghost — Youth.

Masterlist.

Desc : Some general headcanons regarding how Ghost is w/ his child growing up :)

A/N : You guys really love dad! Ghost don’t you?? Please keep in mind while reading this that anon asked me to put aside him being gone all the time in exchange for some soft headcanons ^^

Simon “Ghost” Riley :

He was nervous to be a father in the first place. He didn’t want to be anything like his own; he’d never want his child to resent him in the way that he resents his.

I feel like having a child would give him that extra push forward to be better though. (Of course his partner already does that but a little extra help is nice)

Alongside that, I feel like he’d do absolutely anything to keep them safe and out of harm’s way. (Which sometimes means not being able to present himself as a father. He doesn’t want nor need someone going after either his partner or his child.)

Moving on to the actual headcanons though; the first time he gets to hold them, he’s abnormally gentle. He’s so afraid that if he moves wrong or even just breathes wrong, he’s going to hurt them. If they hold on to one of his fingers, he just flatlines. (Or to put it simply, he cries about it.)

There’s probably a few photos somewhere, collecting dust either in a frame or in a photo album, of him laying either on a couch or bed with him passed the fuck out and a baby on his chest. (He always makes sure to keep an arm supporting them— doesn’t want them sliding off)

Once they’re old enough to walk and run around, best believe this kid is not leaving his side. They Love Their Dad. (They probably hang on his leg and he’s just like 😐 while trying to do whatever he needs to do with a kid on his leg)

With that said, I can definitely see them constantly asking him about what everything is that he’s handling. (“What’s that?” “A knife.”) If they’re genuinely curious, he may let them hold it ONLY with the sheath on, just to feel its weight in their hands.

When they’re a bit older and able to understand the severity of what he’s teaching them, he’d show them how to use it for the sake of their own protection if he’s not there to keep them safe. ‘Course it’s a bit of a dark thing to teach a kid but he’s just worried that something’s going to happen when he’s not around.

Maybe he’ll also teach them how to use a handgun.

If the two of them are messing around and they try to run past or around him, he’ll just scoop them up and they’re giggling so hard he just kind of has a “i’m really a dad” moment (“Going somewhere, little one?”)

I’d like to believe that he’d teach them a few things he believes are necessary; a mixture of valuable life lessons and just simple survival skills. The world can be cruel and unforgiving and he doesn’t want them navigating it the same he did in his youth. He wants to be able to prevent them from making the same mistakes he did and wants them to be able to be better than him in any and all ways possible.

I feel like a lot (not all) of pictures of him and his kid, he’s coincidentally not in frame all the way or if he is, part of his upper body is blocked out by a glint or he’s blurred out by shitty focus. If anything, the easiest way to tell that it’s him is the tattoo on his arm. (His kid goes around showing their friends pictures of the two of them but it’s just Ghost from the waist down; he’s got an arm wrapped around their shoulder whilst they’re wrapping their arms around his middle. The only thing recognizable about him is the tattoo on his forearm and his build.)

This kid is likely used to seeing Ghost with and without the balaclava. Maybe initially the skull faceplate used to scare them but as they got older, they learned to associate it with him and it just became another extension of their dad.

With elementary school and kindergarten, I feel like he not always understands the little awards kids are given but he’s proud nonetheless. Star reading ribbon? Hell yeah. His kids got some chest candy of their own. (Probably a few pictures out there of him crouching beside his little one, arms wrapped around them tight. They’re holding a paper with a little golden seal on it and they’re oh so proud, a bright and giddy smile on their face.)

If they’re one of those kids that waits until 9pm the night before a project is due, to tell him that they need to go to a store to get stuff for a poster board, he’s just like Shit. Best believe the two of them are making a late night shopping trip and he’s just kind of mumbling to himself about what they might need because GOD they came to him instead of their other parent and AAAA. Best believe that if they get tired and can’t finish up the project (considering how late it may get) he’d probably stay up gluing down pictures, poster board frames and little excerpts about whatever it is their projects on and he’s just like Fuck, this better be good.

#dad! ghost #certified dad moment #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #call of duty x reader

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persage · 2 years

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Let me-S. Harrington

Summary: Steve Harrington always puts others first, but when he starts having terrible nightmares and his life seems to fall apart, you are the only one who can help him.

Tags: Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader. Angst with Fluff. (Giving my boy Steve the breakdown he needs .)

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The room is quiet and your body lies on the ground. You are still and cold, your eyes are closed, pale lips, hair stuck up at odd angles, patches of dried blood on your pale skin. "Y/n" He mutters, his shaking hands near you, unable to touch you "No..no, no, c'mon y/n! Stay with me. Open your eyes." Your face is swollen and bruised from the beating. He should have been in your place: the Russians should have interrogated him like that, hitting him hard, almost killing him. It’s not fair. "Don't. Don't 'you die on me... please..." Blood trickles through your shirt, from a wound just below your ribcage he hasn't noticed before. He presses against your open skin, trying desperately to stop the bleeding. "Please" He cries. Your eyes slowly open, just enough for him to find some hope. He grabs your face in his bloody hands and caresses you with sweetness and delicacy, like he is holding the most fragile thing in the universe. But your gaze is dull, like you are already dead. He shakes the thought out of his mind as you groan in his arms, before spasming and screaming loudly.

"Baby it's okay, it's okay. Stay with me" His voice is broken, he hasn't even noticed that hot tears are now falling on his cheeks as he feels your body getting colder and colder, and you cough, blood coating your lips, trickling down your chin. "It's...all your" You cought again. "Fault."

"No, no, no y/n please, please." He screams and sabs harder than ever.

"It's all your fault, Steve Harrington." Another female voice repeats, when Steve turns there's a figure in a corner. "MURDERER!" She shouts. When she comes out of the shadows her face is deformed, disheveled, pale and decomposed, but Steve recognizes her anyway. After all she's the beginning of everything. Barbara Holland looks at him with her big dead eyes. "You've killed her too!" She approaches. "It's your fault."

He wakes up alone, searching for some comfort, screaming in the middle of the night with the blanket rolled up between his legs while chasing away a ghost that doesn't even exist, Steve Harrington can't help but think Barbara is telling the truth: it really is his fault.

3 P.M

"I'm worried about him." Dustin whispers to you, without even say hello. " What? Who? " You have just returned from a family vacation and you've got no idea about what's going on, but you are in Hawkins, a place where everything can happen', so your mind runs free and your heart skips a beat cause you have already fought too many things and you are definitely not ready for another round: demons, monsters, demogorgons even Russians. There are too many possibilities. You are looking for a response around you, a sign of something out of place, a wound on someone's body. You squeeze Dustin's face in your hands to make sure he is alright. "It's not me... Girl you are dumber than I remembered" You shrug and are so relieved that your little cousin is fine that you pretend not to hear the insult. You love him like your own brother and sometimes he's annoying just like one.

"Oh shit y/n, he'll kill me if he finds out we're talking about it." The kid looks over the room into the other one to make sure that Steve is still talking to Robin and not worried about your conversation at all. " Yeah but.. What are we exactly talking about Dust? What's wrong with Steve? " You feel something tighten into your chest and the worry returning as fast as it went away: the idea that something may have happened to Steve while you were on vacation hurts. You are not his mother, not even his girlfriend to be sincere and It's not your job to protect him, yet the idea of not having been there for him kills you. You don't know what happened but you are sure that in his place you would have wanted Steve Harrington to hold your hand.

"Haven't you noticed? I mean he looks like hell, he's pale and skinnier then ever and..."

"What?"

"I slept at his place three days ago and it was bad... Like really bad. He've screamed all night, I think he's having terrible nightmares... After you know...all."

Oh sure. Being tortured by evil Russians and almost beaten to death then, a few moments later, seeing a guy you know being brutally killed from a monster made of the your fellow citizens. Most people would have gone crazy long ago.but not Steve Harrington. When all of you were having your worst of times, having to deal with your traumas and what happened at Starcourt, he was your rock. He kept the pieces together: yours, Dustin's, Max's and Lucas's. He did what none of you felt able to do: resist and now he's paying consequences. You glance at him, the warm smile he gives Robin is the shadow of his usual one and to be honest, now that you have a moment to observe him carefully, he really seems smaller and more fragile than ever.

"Don't worry dork, I'm gonna help him, I don't know what I can do but I'm gonna try. When was the last time you think he had a full night sleep?' You ask Dustin. "Honestly? I think it's been a while" He states. "Maybe since you've left "

"Oh" You were not expecting it. "I'm not saying it's your fault... But whatever there is between you two, you make him happier and... He feel safer apparently " You don't answer, you just blush cause you've always thought of yourself as someone who gets help, not someone who is helpful. Also you know that you and Steve are not just friends-there is always something pending between you, a tension, an attention, a different cure- yet you never thought you could really be that important to him, indeed it seems absurd that Steve Harrington, brave, heroic Steve Harrington, could need you.

You bite your lip as the kid starts yelling. "Steve! Steve! Come here, now!" Steve flinches and set up straight before running up to him, worry written all over his tired face. "What's up? What's wrong?" He stutteres nervously. His dark circles are so deep that for a moment you look at them with fear, now that he's closer, it's even worse. "Calm down Harrington, nobody's gonna die. It's just a little problem y/n here was telling me about." You try to hide the surprise in your gaze, you have no idea what Dustin's plan is. "She had a huge fight with her parents, she can't go home tonight...but she can't stay at my place either 'cause you know mother would try to make her go home and all. "

"Huuuge fight. " You repeat, putting on a broken face. "Aunt Claudia wouldn't be helpful" Steve looks at you, blinking a few times "Oh, I'm sorry y/n." He would like to tell you to sleep with him, but his nights are hard lately and he doesn't want you to see him in this state: weak, screaming for his stupid bad dreams like a child, searching desperately for him mom. You look at him in disbelief, It's not the answer you expected from the boy. In a normal situation he would have been quick to offer you his home, his bed and everything you can possibly need.

"You can stay with me" Robin suggests, smiling widely. Dustin shakes his head without being seen by Steve . "Actually no" The girl adds "You know, my house is too tiny... my mother wouldn't approve. Sorry y/n." You turn to Steve, showing off your best pleading expression. "Please, please Harrington, you're the only one who can save me. "

"I don't think that's a good idea y/n. I wouldn't want you to stay awake cayse you know... Animals outside and all the noise... It's not fair on-" He's so tired that he can't even come up with a convincing excuse. "Steve, I'm begging you" You approach him with a serious look and place a hand on his arm. "I need you to help me."

"O-okay. Alright. Of course, you can stay with me."

8 P.M

As hours pass by, Steve seems calmer and even tries to smile and tease Dustin a bit, but on the way home, driving with the sunset ahead of him, he is quieter than usual. "Are you okay Stevie?" You ask and he simply nods, keeping his eyes on the road. Even if is mind is slowed by the lack of sleep, Steve's got a plan. If he menages to stay awake all night he will not fall victim of his own fears and you will never see him crying like a stupid baby. He just has resisist, he thinks, opening the front door of his big empty house and letting you in. You take a deep breath, knowing it will be hard for this stubborn young man to let down the walls he's built around him.

1 A.M

You yawn, images that your eyes can't catch scroll on the TV, and to you they are just splashes of colors. You're tired, you just want to sleep and you think you've dozed off for a few minutes on Steve's shoulder, while the boy next to you is staring intensely at the screen. When you move to stretch, he turns to you with the sweetest smile on his face. "Maybe it's time to go to bed, what do you think?" You nod, letting him take your hand and lead you upstairs. In all this hours you couldn't get them to confess anything and you feel guilty about it. I totally suck, you find yourself thinking.

"Are you sure you're okay?" You murmur, watching at fragile figure, his curved back, his messy hair. "Why do you all keep asking me? I'm fine y/n, really." He replies, pretending to arrange things in the room to hide the constant tremor in his hands. "It's just that we haven't talked much since I got back. And I wanna be there for you. " You reply, moving closer to him. Steve smiles again, but this time there's nothing sincere in him. He is tense, even annoyed. "It was you who fought with your parents to the point of not wanting to go home and didn't even tell me why"

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's that I'm ashamed ... These are very private things about them, family problems. " You reply, hoping that's enough for him to believe at your lie he lie and quit asking.

"And I respect that, y/n." He comes closer but he doesn't touch you. "You can sleep here, the sheets are clean and if you need you can take one of my shirts for the night." Before he can go away, you grab him by the wrist, less gently than you wanted to. "And you? Where will you sleep?"

"This house is full of rooms, don't worry, I'll be next door." You don't let go, with your thumb you begin to caress his wrist as you wonder if maybe you are the one needing his presence "Don't you want to stay here with me for a while?" You ask. And God knows how hard it is for Steve to shake his head and tell you that no, he has some things to fix downstairs. "Sleep, y/n. " He intimates you, giving you a quick caress with his free hand. You let him go reluctantly and hurt. The truth is that he is terribly afraid of falling asleep next to you, he can't control the nightmares that haunt his mind at night.

3 A. M

'NO! NO LEAVE HER ALONE! I will tell you everything please. Let us go! " It's a scream, a hysterical cry that wakes you up suddenly. Steve's voice echoes in the empty house and it' s is so terrified it doesn't even sound like his, sleep goes away immediately and all your senses are alert. You know there is no danger, you know it's just a nightmare but a part of you, perhaps bigger than you thought, is worried that turning the corner you will find a monster waiting for you. With shaky legs and unsteady breath you leave the room running, following the screams that come from downstairs. You find him sitting on the sofa, waving his arms, hands, legs trying to chase away something invisible. "Mom! MOM! " It breaks your heart to see him so vulnerable and to picture him all alone, searching for comfort in a mother who's never there for him, fighting all alone with his own mind. Nobody deserves this, Steve Harrington less than the others.It's unfair.

"Please! ROBIN! Y/N! DON'T TOUCH THEM! DON'T TOUCH HER! Y/N!" You carefully tap his shoulder to wake him up, but he pushes you away. Then you try harder again, whispering his name. "Stevie, love please" and this time he pushes you so hard that you end up on the ground. At that moment Steve Harrington opens his eyes wide and with labored breathing and a few tears that he hasn't been able to hold back, he looks around until he sees you and realizes what has happened. Not only he has failed and succumb to sleep, he has hit you. He has hurt you. "Y/n" whispers. "oh my... Oh god" He brings his hands to his face as sobs shake his whole body. You get up quickly from the ground and run to him, holding him tightly in your arms. "No, no, no. Don't touch me" his voice is weak. "I don't want to hurt you again"

"Don't worry Stevie, it's okay. We're safe, I swear." He shakes his head, his face pressed against your chest. "They had you ... They had everyone ... Robin, my mother ... They were... Torturing you ... I couldn't stop them, I couldn't." He cries in desperation, his tears wet your shirt, you let a hand run down his neck in an attempt to calm him down. You've never seen him so shaken and scared as he lets himself go into your embrace, hiding his face against your body in a last-ditch effort to save his dignity. "Shhh. It's okay, I'm okay. I'm here, I'm fine. Nobody' s hurt please breathe Steve." His breathing slowes and his legs stops shaking. The tears are still falling down his cheeks and his hand is still wrapped up in yours. You sit still, tangled together. You looked into his big puppy eyes and brush away his tears with your thumb. He is still afraid, his body shrouded in cold sweat but he seems more lucid and now, when you look into at him, there is something new written all over his face: shame.

"I'm sorry." He whispers in a crackled voice. "Nothing to be sorry for" You kiss his forehead, leaving your lips against his cold skin. "I.. Just feel so stupid. You shouldn't have seen me like that. I shouldn't have let it happen" You shake your head, hugging him again. "Steve Harrington I'm here for you. Always. You don't have to feel stupid, not in front of me."

"I should be the strong one" He replies. "You are the strong one, Harrington, the strongest person I know" You reassure him. "You just have to allow yourself to heal. You've helped us all and you have thought about yourself, now you have to let someone take care of you." You smile. "Let me. "

'Thank you, for being here and sorry... I didn't mean to..." you cut him off, putting your finger on his mouth. If you could stop time you would like to be lost in this moment forever, his adoring gaze on you, eyes bright and swollen with tears, half opened red lips, with trapped words struggling to get out. "Again, there’s no need to thank me. But you can do one thing for me. Come up to sleep, I need someone to hug me tonight. " He nods, holding your hand while silently follows you upstairs. You make him lie down in bed covering him with blankets. "Stay with me. Please don't leave me. Not now.” Steve pleases, no longer afraid of being seen weak by you. He needs you. He need to feel your warm body, to hold you in his arm and keep you safe. He also needs to feel loved, for once.

" I'm here, I'm with you" You crawl next to him. His back is turned to you. You spoon him, not wanting to be apart. The heat of your body reassures him, makes him feel protected, he grabs your arm and caresses it. He groans in satisfaction. You put your other arm around his waist, intertwining your fingers with one another. "Feeling better?"

You ask. "Yes. You're incredible y/n, truly."

"I would do anything for you. " You plant a light kiss on his shoulder. Feeling tired, you let you eyelids close and body melt around him as you feel his breathing slowing down with yours. Sleep begin to take over his tired body, you hear a light mumble. " I love you, y/n."

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punkshort · 10 months

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Chapter warnings: language, violence, angst

A/N: this chapter might be a little slower than the rest, but I felt like it was important to establish how they are surviving. I tried to keep it spicy and interesting but please stay with me, I believe I have some great stuff coming up :)

Chapter Ten

Pairing: Joel x F!Reader, pre-outbreak and post outbreak

AU (the only thing I kept was the outbreak, Joel, and Tommy's characters. Joel's backstory is different, and the way he finds Jackson is different. I may include Ellie one day, I just haven't planned that far)

Fic Summary: You worked for Joel and Tommy a few months before the outbreak. The outbreak happens, and you and Joel get stuck traveling the country and keeping each other safe. Neither of you spoke about the feelings you had for one another pre-outbreak, and in a post-apocalyptic world, it seems like survival should be your only focus. But feelings can't be ignored forever.

Fic tags: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI), Smut, Language, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, Age Difference (Reader is 10 years younger than Joel), slow burn, mutual pining, angst, trauma, SA referencing later but I will put a big warning on those chapters

October 2003

Pittsburgh, PA

It had taken you nearly a full month to make it 400 miles, having to stop frequently and rest for a couple days here and there, but you were halfway to Chicago. Your bodies were not used to the constant exercise, and it required you to rest more than you expected. Joel suspected you were both deficient in some capacity since all you had eaten was canned and processed food for a month and exerting much more energy than normal. You were holed up in a small cabin outside of Pittsburgh, about 10 miles away from reaching the city. Joel had broken into the cabin late last night, and the two of you collapsed into bed once he confirmed the place was empty. He had planned to stay here for a couple days, wanting to make sure you were both as well rested as possible.

The next morning, Joel was looking around the small basement of the cabin, his flashlight bouncing off the dirty concrete walls while you went through the clothes left in the dressers upstairs, determining which ones were suitable to swap out. With winter fast approaching, you both needed to find clothes with longer sleeves and extra layers.

His flashlight scanned over a rusted metal shelving unit in the far corner. He walked over to inspect the items, finding mostly cleaning products, insect repellant, paint, and other chemicals. At the very bottom he found a hunting trap which he picked up to examine, pleasantly surprised to find it was still functional. He took it upstairs and placed it on the small kitchen table, then went to find you in the bedroom, where he heard you opening and shutting the dresser drawers.

The queen bed was covered in clothes, women's clothes on the right and men's on the left. On the floor you had tossed three well-worn hunting jackets, and on the other side of the room was a pile of discarded clothes that looked like they were meant for warmer months.

"Makin’ some progress up here?” he asked, bending down to take a closer look at the jackets and opening the pockets to see what was left behind. He triumphantly pulled out a few batteries and a lighter, shoving them in his jeans pocket. He picked the jacket up and shook the dust off before trying it on.

"Yeah, we got some good options. I think the guy's clothes will fit you, her clothes will be a little baggy on me but that's fine, I can do layers," you said over your shoulder as you scooped up loose socks from the top drawer and tossed them on the bed, getting to work matching and rolling them up. "Did you find anything useful?"

Joel put the jacket back on the floor and picked up a second one, trying that one on before settling on the third, which was a little big on him, but the thick leather kept him well insulated. "Yeah, actually, I found a hunting trap. I'm gonna go out a little ways and see if we can catch somethin', I think we need more protein, we've been needin' to take too many breaks lately."

"You want me to come with you?" you stood up after matching up the last pair of socks.

"Nah, I won't be long, you keep workin' on this stuff here." Joel grabbed his rifle and the trap, closing the front door behind him and setting out into the woods.

The cabin was surrounded by a thick forest but there were a few trails that must have been forged by deer given how tall the grass and narrow the paths were. Joel walked carefully into the trees, staying alert for any threats. Out this far into the wilderness, infected weren't the problem. The pair of you hadn't come across any more people since that night in his apartment a month ago but he made sure you stayed off the roads as much as possible. You weren't as quiet or withdrawn anymore, but he noticed you were becoming hardened by the world you were forced to live in. He had seen the slow progression as you both learned how to take down infected as efficiently as possible. He remembered when you first had to do it: you were so scared he could see the switchblade shaking in your hand as you snuck up behind a dormant runner. As the weeks went on and you practiced more, you became more comfortable taking them down, but he also saw the hardness growing in your eyes. He knew it was just a product of your environment and it was essential in order to survive, but some nights when he was unable to sleep, he laid awake and imagined a world where he could be a shield for you, taking all damage, and you could be your warm and sweet self again, safe under his protection.

Being out in the wild without the comfort of an apartment helped quell his feelings for you a little. He was less distracted when he had to always be on high alert, forcing his thoughts off you and onto survival. But whenever you stayed in a safe spot for a few days, like this cabin, he eventually found his thoughts wandering back to how soft your lips were against his that night, the curve of your hips in your dress, or the way you moaned into his mouth. The forced proximity and the illusion of safety usually meant his body ended up finding yours in the middle of the night and pulled you close to him. You never mentioned it, and neither did he, but he knew it was a byproduct of trying to stamp out his feelings for you. It was almost like his mind was saying one thing, but his body was refusing to obey. So, whenever he woke and found himself tangled in you once again, he didn’t allow himself to savor the moment and quickly removed himself from you before his heart swelled and he would be lost in you all over again.

It was about a ten minute walk from the cabin before Joel found a good spot to place the trap. It was near a big bush that looked to be home to some kind of animal based on the prints in the dirt. He took a pink scarf out of his pocket and ripped a piece off, tying it to the tree branch above the trap. As he followed his footsteps back, every minute or so he tore another piece off and tied it to a branch until he reached the cabin. He pushed the door open and set the rifle down by the door. He heard you singing softly to yourself in the bedroom, completely unaware he had entered the cabin. The first instinct he had was to chastise you for not being more aware of your surroundings, but the part of him that was desperate to protect you ultimately won, and instead he stood in the kitchen to listen.

You left the bedroom with an armful of rags you had made from the summer clothes in the corner, lyrics softly leaving your lips when you saw Joel standing there and yelped out of fright.

“Jesus, Joel, you scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed before taking your pile of rags to the couch and setting them down. “How long were you standing there?”

“Just walked in a minute ago,” he replied, giving you a small smirk. “Found a good spot for the trap, I’ll check it before sundown. Maybe we’ll get lucky.” He shrugged the hunting jacket off and draped it over a chair.

You nodded and headed over to the cupboard to see what the previous residents left behind.

“Are you hungry? We have some soup here, and some canned stew. What do you want?” You turned to face him with your hand on your hip, but his gaze seemed unfocused and his thoughts far away at your question. Moments like this felt so domestic and it made him ache. What did he want? He wanted everything you had to offer. He wanted to turn back time and take back what he said to you, before he ruined everything. He wanted domestic bliss where you made him dinner and he had you for dessert. He didn’t want to be fighting for your lives while you ate expired Dinty Moore.

His gaze refocused on you and replied, “I’ll take the soup.” He reached into his jeans pocket and found the lighter from earlier and got to work setting up a small fire outside while you rummaged around for pots to heat up the canned delicacies that awaited you.

Joel had just left to check the trap before it got too dark, and you were left scrubbing the pots in the sink until your fingers felt raw. You dreaded any time he left. You hated being away from him, and not because you were scared, it was something more. You figured it out when one morning about a week ago you woke up wrapped in his arms again, for maybe the third time, but that morning was when you realized you only truly slept well when he sought you out in the middle of the night to pull you close and breathe you in. You were always disappointed when he woke up and pulled away from you so fast, leaving you feeling ashamed for being the only one who wanted it to continue. You had to constantly remind yourself it meant nothing, that Joel only had wanted one thing from you by replaying how mad he got for not sleeping with him that night. He never apologized for it, and you know you shouldn’t care anymore, but sometimes when you let your thoughts wander, it bothered you.

You put the pots back in the cupboard and raked your fingers through your hair aggressively, looking out the window to see if you could spot him. You hadn’t had any moments between you like that day in the subway when you saw the heat behind his gaze as you ran your hand up his arm. You convinced yourself afterwards that you had misread the situation, that the look in his eyes was not one of passion, but one of disapproval, and the embarrassment for the way you behaved sat with you for the next week. Eventually, the embarrassment faded when your focus was redirected to surviving in the wild and learning how to take down infected. You were both becoming pretty good at it, so long as you had the upper hand and noticed them first. Only twice did Joel have to use a gun to take one down, so your ammo reserve was still well stocked. But there was something feral that triggered inside you when you watched him kill: the little curl his upper lip made when he made contact, the fire in his eyes when the adrenaline kicked in, the way the muscles in his arms moved from the force of piercing a knife through their skulls. There had to be something wrong with you, nobody should find something like that attractive.

You heard his boots walking up the small porch, but you put your hand on your gun, just in case you were wrong. He opened the door, smiling proudly and holding up a dead rabbit to show you, and set the rifle back down in the corner by the door.

“I’ll go skin it, get it prepped for later. We can finally have a real meal for dinner.” Joel said, still holding the rabbit in his hand. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his smile faltering a bit when he noticed your expression seemed a little distant. You shook your head and smiled.

“Nothing, I’m fine, just distracted today,” you assured him, then turned around to find a small bag of rice you had seen next to the soup earlier. “I’ll make this to eat with dinner.” You plopped it down on the counter and went back to the bedroom to review the clothes you had set aside. Joel’s eyes followed you until you disappeared around the corner. He could tell something was wrong, but he knew better than to push it.

Joel was right about needing more protein and rest. You both felt recharged after just two nights but allowed yourselves the luxury of one more night indoors before heading off towards Pittsburgh. The morning you planned to leave was when Joel had let his guard down and you awoke entwined with him again. It was early, the sun hadn’t even risen yet. You knew the longer you let him do this, the more hurt you would ultimately inflict upon yourself, but as hard as you tried you just could not bring yourself to be the one to end the embrace. So, you squeezed your eyes shut and willed yourself back to sleep.

Joel stirred when the sun shone into his eyes through the thin curtains, squinting and yawning. As usual, he detached himself from you quickly, frustrated with his subconscious once again. After using the bathroom, he went outside to start a fire. The air was crisp and there was a sharp autumn wind that took his breath away. He huddled in his new jacket and shifted from foot to foot as he waited for the fire to flare up. He looked up into the sky, trying to detect if any rain would be heading your way, but the forest blocked most of his view. He heard the cabin door swing shut and twisted around to watch you walk down the steps wrapped in one of the other hunting jackets and carrying a kettle in one hand and the jar of instant coffee in another. He reached out to take the items from you so you could go back inside and grab two mugs and a spoon. He sat down on one of the thick logs used for stools that were surrounding the firepit and waited for the water to boil. You came back out with the mugs but also had a couple bowls and packets of instant oatmeal.

“’Morning,” you greeted groggily, setting the items down on one of the empty logs and choosing a spot next to him. You yawned, looking around the forest and buried your face in your coat when the wind picked up.

“Sleep ok?” Joel asked you, knowing full well he was setting you up to ask about the way he woke up clutching you, but much to his relief, it seemed as though that topic was never brought up.

You nodded, saying, “Yeah, better than usual.” And left it at that.

Neither of you were morning people and generally didn’t speak much until coffee hit your system. You had been lucky so far and found reserves of it at most of the places you stopped, but you had to dip into the stash from your apartment when you made camp in the forest. You sipped your coffee and ate your oatmeal in silence.

“Next time we find a sporting goods store, we oughta look for a bow and arrow, somethin’ silent,” Joel mused as he scraped his bowl. “We should learn to hunt out here. With winter comin’, it would be a good skill to have.”

You agreed, grabbing both bowls and the kettle while he picked up the mugs and snuffed out the fire. It was probably pointless, but you cleaned your dishes and put them back. It was unlikely the owners of this cabin would find it again, but it just felt wrong to leave things messy. This cabin provided for you both when you needed it and keeping it clean and in its original condition felt like the best way to thank it.

After breakfast, you packed up all your new clothes and replenished any food and rags you could fit in your packs and headed back out on the trail towards Pittsburgh. The forest was thick and lush, and offered a lot of cover, so you were able to make decent time getting to the city, arriving in the early afternoon. You approached a cliffside, stopping there to eat lunch and rest for the first time since you left the cabin. Joel didn’t want to start a fire and attract attention, so you ate some granola bars, peanuts and shared a can of peaches while you surveyed the city in the distance.

“So, what’s the plan?” you asked him, taking a sip from your canteen.

“Well,” he began, shoving the wrappers from the granola bars into his backpack, “I figure we should steer clear of the city proper best we can, especially the QZ. They won’t ask questions; they’ll just shoot on sight if they see anyone.”

You looked up at the sun in the sky, trying to determine the time. “We will have to find somewhere in the city that’s quiet, we won’t make it through before sundown.” You told him, looking back from the sky to meet his gaze. He nodded, impressed.

“Yep, you’re exactly right. Good girl.” he said, the compliment making you flush. “If we stick to the outskirts, maybe we can find a small shop or somethin’. But we’re gonna have to take turns takin’ watch, I don’t trust bein’ this close to soldiers.” he warned you, and you nodded in understanding. After you had spent a few minutes resting, Joel stood up, checking his revolver and tucking it back into his pants and zipping his backpack closed. You followed suit, shoving a rag back into your pack that you used to wipe some sweat off your forehead, and you both soldiered on towards the city.

It was approaching dusk as you and Joel finished clearing out a gas station in a quiet part of the city. There were only three runners inside, and you made quick work of taking them down silently. You helped Joel drag the last body into the men's bathroom, closing the door behind you. Joel wasn't thrilled with the building: it was filled with huge broken windows and left you too exposed for his liking, but the sun was waning, and your choices were limited. There was a small office tucked in the corner that you had emptied of the rolling desk chair and a few boxes of receipts so you could spread out your sleeping bag on the floor. Joel insisted on taking first watch, and you propped the door to the office open with one of the boxes so you could hear if there was any trouble before tucking yourself in.

Joel sat on the rolling chair by the front door, hiding in the darkness behind an aisle, every so often standing in a crouch to glance out the large windows for any movement. He was getting tired, but he still had a couple more hours left on his watch before he woke you. In an effort to keep him awake, he wandered over to the small electronics section behind the cash register, perusing the items on the shelves. His gaze settled on a Timex analog watch. He pried open the package and attached it to his wrist, adjusting the time to match the clock on the wall, assuming it was correct before sitting back down in the chair.

You had about 20 minutes left before he planned to wake you up. Joel was just finishing some beef jerky when he saw flashlights bouncing off a building about a block away. He straightened up in his chair, tossing the bag of jerky to the side, and hoisted the rifle onto his shoulder so he could see through his scope. He watched behind the aisle as a group of four men walked down the street in the direction of the gas station. He could see they were armed, noting knives in their boots, pistols holstered at their hips and two of them held military grade assault rifles. As they came into view, Joel scanned their clothes for any type of military insignia but found none. How did they get those assault rifles?

They were getting closer, but Joel still couldn’t tell if they were planning on entering the gas station or if they were just passing through. His hands began to sweat as he gripped his rifle tighter, his body tense and ready to strike. They were about 50 yards away when one of the men laughed at something one of the others said. The rest immediately shushed him, but it was too late. They froze as an unfamiliar noise echoed through the air from a dumpster they had passed half a block ago. Joel frowned, unable to identify the noise, but based on the reactions of the men, they knew. They whipped around, their backs now to the gas station, all four aiming their guns in the direction of the noise. It sounded like a high-pitched screech mixed with a gasp, then a distinct click, click, click. He heard one of the men swear under his breath, his voice sounding shaky as he shifted his weight back and forth nervously. The one next to him tried to get him to be quiet, but his nerves got the best of him, and a shot rang out, making Joel jump in surprise. In his peripheral, he saw you fly out of your sleeping bag, scrambling for your gun. He crouched as low as he could without sacrificing speed, and made his way over to the office, wrapping his hand over your mouth as you twisted around about to shout out to him. He put a finger against his lips, and only when you hastily nodded did he slowly remove his hand, turning back around to hide behind the front counter with you peeking over his shoulder, watching the scene unfold.

Two infected came ambling towards the group. At first, they stumbled and were slow, but when one of them shifted his weight and slid on some loose asphalt, they both let out a horrific scream unlike anything you had heard before and charged towards the group. Neither of you could understand the creatures you were seeing: they had a fungus growing all over their bodies but primarily on their heads, a mouth was the only facial feature you recognized since the fungus had completely grown over the rest of their faces. Blood had stained their throats and chests, their clothes were ripped and barely hung on, and underneath their skin looked wrinkly, but upon closer inspection, it appeared to be more layers of fungus.

The assault rifles were spitting bullets and bouncing off the clickers, as if the fungus acted like some type of armor. One of the clickers jumped on the man who had slipped, viciously ripping into his throat while its fingers dug animalistically into his chest and blood pooled in the street below him. Another man saw his opportunity and pressed his pistol to the back of the clicker’s head, firing and watching its body drop to the pavement. Then without hesitation, he aimed his gun at his friend’s head and fired, his body jerked once and stilled. In the meantime, the second clicker had made short work of the other two men, one already ripped apart on the ground while it continued its assault on the other. The man did the same thing: walked up and shot the clicker in the back of the head, and for good measure shot the other two men on the ground. He was now the last man standing, panting for breath as he bent over to rest his hands on his knees. That was when he noticed the blood seeping through his jeans and trickling down to his sneakers.

“Fuck,” he whispered to himself, sitting down in the road to lift the pant leg. Joel could see the telltale imprint of teeth and blood when the man aimed his flashlight at his leg. He dropped the pant leg back down and hung his head between his knees. Joel tightened his grip on his rifle, expecting the man to come to the gas station in need of first aid, but before he could blink, the man lifted his pistol up to the side of his head and fired, dropping lifelessly to the side and joining the pile of dead bodies in the road.

Joel twisted around to try to shield your eyes, but it was too late. You let out a shaky breath, one tear sliding down your cheek as you looked up at him, his face full of concern. His eyes traveled down and reached his hand out to cup your face, his thumb gently wiping the tear away. Your eyes fluttered closed, and you had to resist the urge to lean into his touch.

"You alright?" he whispered to you in the dark. You nodded, breaking the contact and standing up.

The whole attack took less than five minutes. Joel approached the broken window and leaned out, listening intently to see if the noise had attracted any more infected or people. You waited as Joel went to each window multiple times to confirm nothing else was around. Satisfied, he turned back to you, your eyes wide and still gripping your gun at your side.

"I don't think anyone else is around," he said, placing the rifle next to the office chair. You nodded, tucking your gun in the back of your jeans.

"What the fuck was that?" you asked, staring at the bodies. "So these things are evolving now?"

"Seems that way," Joel answered, leaning tiredly up against the wall. He fought to keep his eyes open, but you could see he was exhausted.

"Go get some rest, I got this," you told him, "I'll wake you if I hear or see anything at all, I promise."

Joel wanted to resist and tell you he wasn't tired, but a yawn pushed through and gave him away. "You sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead. You need your rest, and we have to get out of this city tomorrow." You waved him off towards the office and went to sit in the chair after you grabbed his rifle, using the scope to get a better look at your surroundings.

Joel didn't bother rolling out his own sleeping bag, he just tucked himself into the one you were using, your scent enveloping him as he drifted off.

The sun rose about an hour ago. You waited as long as you could before deciding to wake Joel. He seemed so tired last night, you wanted him to get as much time as he could, but you knew you needed to leave. Once you got back into the forest, you could rest again. You went to the back office, carrying a to-go container of dry cereal in one hand, and found him snoring on his side with his back to the door. You popped a few pieces of Cinnamon Toast Crunch in your mouth and leaned down to gently shake his shoulder.

Joel whipped around at your touch and grabbed your wrist firmly, his eyes wild. You dropped your cereal in surprise.

"Joel! It's me," you yanked your arm, but he still held your wrist in his grasp and it was starting to hurt. "Joel!" you said again as loud as you dared. He finally realized and let you go, stumbling back a bit as you rubbed your wrist.

"Shit, sorry, must have been havin' a bad dream, you alright?" he asked worriedly, opening the sleeping bag and reaching forward to examine your wrist. He brushed his thumb tenderly over the red mark he left, the gesture making you melt and leaving you with a pang in your stomach.

"I'm fine, it's ok," you said, taking your wrist back and turning away from him, trying to create some space. "We should get going, eat something quick and I'll refill our packs with any supplies I can find."

"You sure you're ok?" he eyed you carefully. He hated how you shied away from his touch. You nodded, opening up another cereal from the shelf and continued to eat while you inventoried the food in your packs.

You shouldered your backpacks and guns after you ate, getting ready to head out. After stepping out onto the road, Joel frisked the dead bodies and picked up some more ammo for your handgun, along with two extra flashlights. He checked the assault rifles, too low on ammo for him to consider taking one, but he did remove two of the knives and sheathes strapped around their ankles, handing a set to you. The roads seemed quiet, so you took advantage and got a move on, silently threading your way through the city.

November 2003

Cleveland, OH

The weather was turning cold and rainy, even a couple nights leaving a dusting of snow that melted early the next morning. You trudged along behind Joel in the pouring rain, trying to stay hidden and dry by walking underneath a raised highway. It was risky, being close to the roads, but Joel didn't see much choice. The weather hasn't been cooperating for a couple days now, and your journey had significantly slowed down. He glanced at his watch, seeing it was around 4pm. It was getting darker earlier now, and the storm clouds just made it worse. He sighed, shaking the water droplets from his curls, and looked around. You were near an exit ramp. He saw it led to a suburban area maybe two miles away, clusters of smaller one story homes that the builders made as close as possible to one another in order to sell more houses.

"C'mon, this way," he said over his shoulder, bringing you out of your reverie. You looked in the direction he was leading you and quietly celebrated to yourself. You were tired and soaked, you didn't want to set up camp outside again and the possibility of sleeping on a mattress gave you a second wind.

The two of you hid in some thick decorative bushes looking down a road called York St. All the houses looked very similar and close together, the biggest differences being the color the owners had chosen for the siding. Joel had kept watch for about an hour in this position, waiting until it got dark so he could see if any of the houses had flashlights or lanterns inside. You were squatting next to him, trying to control your shivering but the rain was pouring down hard, and your clothes were dripping wet, even under your jacket. Your teeth chattered as you inadvertently leaned against him for some warmth. Focused intensely on the homes in front of him, Joel's body tensed at the unexpected contact. He glanced down at you and saw your soaking wet hair and your lips a darker shade than normal.

“Alright, let’s see if we can get into this one right over here, follow me.” he said, helping you stand into a crouch as you jogged over to the yellow house on the corner. Joel peered inside the windows for a minute while you stood watch with your arms crossed, keeping an eye out for any light or movement on the street or houses. You heard a snap behind you, and you turned to see Joel had used his large hunting knife to break the doorknob. You sighed with relief as you followed him inside, shutting the door behind you.

You swung your flashlights around the room, Joel rushing to the windows and closing all the curtains as you inspected the house. It was small: a living room, kitchen, one bathroom and two bedrooms. Joel went down into the basement to make sure it was clear while you emptied essentials from your pack in one of the bedrooms. You pulled out a somewhat dry set of clothes and tucked them under your arm, heading towards the bathroom. You took your jacket off to hang up on the shower rod to airdry and got to work peeling the soaking wet clothes from your body. You figured you could just toss the shirts you were wearing and pick up new ones here, but you really liked the jeans you had so you did your best to lay them out to dry in the tub.

After you put some dry clothes on, you started to feel a little better, but you still couldn’t shake the shiver in your bones. Joel mirrored your actions after he came up from the basement, changing into fresh clothes and hanging up the wet ones to dry, making sure to take the keychain out of his pants pocket and transferred it to his new ones, and then met you in the kitchen where you were rifling through the cupboards to see if there was anything worth eating. You pulled out a bag of trail mix, some canned tuna, and a few cans of mixed fruit, setting them on the small table while Joel rooted around for some forks.

You were hungrier than you realized and ate quickly, all the miles you walked today catching up with you. Joel finally broke the silence after he finished a can of fruit.

“Which room did you want to sleep in?” he asked. This was the first time you stayed indoors where there were two sizeable beds. He wanted to give you the option, give you your space. You kept your gaze trained down at the bag of trail mix in front of you, considering his words. You knew he was giving you a choice, and it was completely up to you now on what the sleeping arrangements would be.

“I liked the room I put our backpacks in, why don’t we stay in that one.” you replied, still not looking up. We. Joel’s pulse sped up and he tried to hide his grin. You made the choice to stay the night with him, you wanted to be with him. It was probably just a habit for you, or maybe you were afraid to be on your own, but he didn’t care. He didn’t want to be apart from you, either, regardless if his reason differed from yours.

That night, he heard you softly snoring, laying on your side with your back to him like usual. This time he deliberately turned over and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. He breathed in your scent and nestled his face at the back of your neck as you let out a contented sigh, and small smile played across his lips as he closed his eyes.

Chapter Eleven

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I Like It Like That

A/N ::: You and your bf, Tanjiro, go to bed after a long week. He wants to know what else makes you tick. *Aged up Tajiro - 20*

C/W ::: a little tiny bit of sexy talk, fingering, oral {M -> F}, that's about it. Just {{!!ADULT!!}} Tanjiro figuring you out.

Art by ::: Youshima I found this on Pinterest

It was an early night for you and your boyfriend. The week had been an especially long one and all you wanted to do was take a hot bath in your oversized tub and climb into your comfortable bed.

"Oh my god, I'm so tired," you complained to Tanjiro.

"Yes, I am as well. But ... do you think that maybe we could just lay here and maybe ... talk for a bit?"

You propped yourself on your elbow and looked his face over. Having the repeated epiphany about how truly beautiful he is.

"Yeah sure. I suppose I can muster up some conversation for you. What'd ya wanna talk 'bout?" You asked, feeling his eyes look over your bare shoulders and rest on your cleavage.

"I've just been..." He trailed off. Almost like he was carefully thinking about how to choose his next words. "Ok, so, I've been wondering, what's your favorite thing to do in bed?"

"You. You're my favorite thing to do in bed." He hadn't even finished speaking when you blurted out your answer.

"Oh! Wow!" His eyes got big. "But I, I mean, what do you like me to do, y/n. To you. What do I do that makes you happy?" A soft pink dusted over his cheeks. He's so pretty when he blushes.

"Ah, gotcha. I like... I like when you, when you put your, well, when you finger me. I like it when you put your rough fingers inside of me. You know, I like how rough they are." Why we're you fiddling your words up. You're not the shy one in this partnership. But talking about what you want him to do was different than showing him.

"You, you like how my rough fingers feel against your ... most sensitive places? Wow! Ok. So... like this?" He ran his fingers from your knee, to your thigh. Giving the plush skin a few squeezes as he looked up at you, eyes quietly pleading for you to kiss him. He ran his hand over your pussy, tracing the outline of the entrance.

"Mmhm, yeah. Like that." You kissed him and lay your head back onto the pillows. I like it when, when you, ah, when you lick me. And, and, I like it when you use your tongue." You could feel yourself getting wet under his careful touch.

"Y/n, I cant 'lick you' without using my tongue," he laughed.

"Shut up! I'm, I can't think clearly right now." You joined him in his melodious laughter. But you stopped after a second. He wanted to learn about your body. And far be it from you to deny him that joy.

"Yeah? How do you want me to use my tongue, hm?"

"L-like, like you're eating me. Like I'm ice cream, and may– maybe I'm melting all over your face."

"Like this, y/n?" He scooted down and squared his face up with your wet cunt. Trying so hard to discreetly breathe your scent in. And so sweetly failing at his not so covert inhalation.

He began to dip his tongue into your wet pussy, and he'd suck on and flick it against your clit.

"Oh, god, so good, Tanjiro. Yes. Just like that." Your cunt released a wave of pleasure with each bit of pressure he put down on you.

He stopped his licking to look up at you from under his disheveled hair.

"No, don't stop. Please don't stop." You begged him. "It ... it feels too good, please don't ..."

"Ok, I won't. I jus' wann'ed to look at ya." He resumed. He would start from your clit, working it around with his tongue and lips. So carefully sucking on the little bead.

His cautiousness was sweet. But you wanted more. More of his fingers, his hands mouth lips. Cock. His whole body. You wanted it pressing down on you. Smashing you down.

You were sopping wet, your body begging for more friction. You lifted your hips and spread your legs more for him. Giving him a good look at you.

"Tanjiro, baby, please, I'm ... you're not going to break me. I promise. I'm not made of parchment paper. Be a little rougher. Please?"

He let out an inaudible "mm" against your wet cunt. You felt him shift as he positioned his body. He slid one, then two fingers inside of you, fucking them into your tight wet cunt.

You were surprised at his change in demeanor. But more than anything, excited.

He used his left hand to pin your hips down, so you wouldn't buck against his hand. But the sudden increase in pace of his fingers and mouth, was something that was driving you mad.

"Tanji, hoh ... fffuck baby, that feels s'ohh ... god!"

He looked at you, his hair and eyes were wild. You've never seen him like this before and it was so intense to see your generally mild mannered lover turn so feral.

You wrapped your legs around his neck, and pushed his face even deeper into your pussy. Your legs were trembling as they locked around him.

"Ahh, fuck Tanjiro! Oh SHIT!" You came on his face, tongue and hand. Your body was a trembling wreck. Beads of sweat dripped down your face and over your breasts onto the sheets. And he thought the wet spot you made was such a masterpiece.

Tanjiro was so proud of himself for doing this to you.

He climbed up and rested half of his body on you. His cock was hardly any less apparent than when he comes to you with an achy, dripping mass.

"Like that, sweetheart?" He asked, his chest heaving. Knowing fully well that was exactly what you wanted.

"Yes, Tanjiro. Just ... like ... that."

Taglist ::: @callm3senpaii

#demon slayer smut #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro #tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro x you #tanjiro smut #tanjiro kamado smut #kny tanjiro kamado #kny smut #aged up characters

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mgc02 · 3 months

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This may seem odd. I'm pretty sure they make realistic packers with devices that can cause elections. (And if not, Vox would probably create one to make money. )

Can I request ftm reader getting one with skin safe glue so he can pleasure Angel Dust? Kind of a sequel to the first smut you wrote. (Obviously Y/N would have to wax down there because glue on body hair HURTS)

Yeah at first I wasn't planning on doing smut requests but it was mostly due to the fact that I'm aroace so it's a little like writing in a foreign language to me but I think I will change it since I'm starting to enjoy the challenge of it and my smut did pretty well.

The Package

Angel Dust x FTM Reader

Cw: smut, boner in public, anal, oral

You were ecstatic when you it came in the mail. You had been wanting to spice things up between you and Angel for a while now. Not that things were getting boring but him being a literal porn star meant that he had more experience than you and he was usually the one with all the surprises. Now it was your turn to surprise him. You opened it up and you were so excited to see the pack and play packer from Voxtech. You were glad you were able to convince Alastor to let them deliver here.

You went into your room and into the bathroom. You read the instructions and with a wax down there, a couple of youtube videos and a special adhesive you're new packer was looking pretty good. Just seeing it gave you a boost of euphoria. You bended it to your liking and put on your pants. You had a pretty convincing looking boner and you went to see Angel. But before you could you were stopped by Charlie. "Hey, if you're looking for Angel he's downstairs for a our lesson." She didn't seem to notice the bulge in your pants and the fact that you were beat red and before you could answer Alastor poofed into existence. "Now what seems to be the issue?" Now... Alastor being the facility manager you had to clear up the delivery with him and to your embarrassment he insisted on knowing what you were ordering. So you tried to be subtle in your attempt to get his help.

"Well, you know how I ordered that... package? Well I just received it and so now 'ahem' is not a good time for me to be engaging in a lesson." Alastor was oblivious at first but saw your face was a deep scarlett before his eyes drifted down and your hopes of his help were probably a bit naive. His smile widened as he look back at you. "Now, now. Everyone downstairs is waiting. Why don't we head down together. You have an obligation towards this hotel and I'm sure Angel will be VERY happy to see you." What an asshole.

You made it downstairs and sat promptly next to Angel. You tried your best to listen to the lesson before your boyfriend started up a conversation. "Hey, babe what took you so long?" He asked. You smiled at him "just working on something" you continued to listen but unbeknownst to you Angel just then happened to notice what was going on between your legs and you guys were starting to match. You felt his hand on your thigh and you looked up to see him giving you a lustful look. Angel removed his hand and you missed it immediately. He turned to Charlie and raised his hand feigning a look of unease. "Char-charlie I'm not feeling so good." Charlie stopped. "Is everything alright." She asked "I think I might be sick. Can y/n take me to my room?" Charlie fell for it easily. "Of course. Y/n could you please help Angel to his room. Take all the time you need" Angel was glad to hear that. And so were you.

You pretended to help Angel to the elevator. He leaned against you heavily which perfectly hid one of his lower arms grabbing at your crotch. You blushed redder than the walls of the hotel and as soon as the elevator doors were closed Angel's lips met yours. He began grinding into your bulge and the friction set your lower half on fire. You grinded into him back. Running your hands up his body while he did the same to you. You both abruptly fell on each other when the doors opened again. You made your way through the hallway and Angel fiddled with his keys impatiently and unlocked the door.

Once you were in you swiftly closed the door behind you and pushed him down onto the bed. "Pretty ballsy having a boner in the middle of Charlie's lesson." Angel grinned. You laughed nervously "Uh huh, I totally did that on purpose" you began to unzip your pants and pull them down. "So, you went through all this trouble to surprise me?" He sounded flattered but also in a teasing sort of way. You removed your boxers and his eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "So big. I can't wait to feel every inch inside me" he started undressing as well.

You closed the distance between the two of you and kissed his lips while he took off his clothes. You were about to climb on top of him but he stopped you. "Let me suck on it" he insisted. You nodded and straddled him. He leaned down and kissed the tip before slowly taking it all in. Though you couldn't feel anything the sight sent shivers down your spine and turned you on like crazy. He sucked on it and to your surprise started to rub Circles into your clit. You ran your hands up and down his body out of instinct and clenched at the feeling. He stopped eventually and you pulled out some lube and applied it just to be safe.

Once that was done he laid down and you climbed on top of him. He spread out his legs and you aligned the tip of it with his hole before slowly working your way in. Further and further each time you pulled out a bit and then bucked your hips sending it back in. Angel's hands were all over you. Two on your body. One around the back of your neck and one exploring your hair. You gasped when one of his hands twisted at your nipples. "You like that?" He asked. You nodded and sunk into a kiss.

Your tongues exploring each other's mouths before you began rutting into him. Thrusting and running your hands up his body. He moaned in pleasure muffled by your lips. You removed your mouth from his to passionately kiss up his neck as you continued to with your steady pace. He moaned again this time loud enough for you to hear his delicious voice. You thrust harder. "Yeah harder!" He whined in pleasure. You snapped your hips back and forth harder and faster. Angel wrapped all four arms around you so you wouldn't stop. You grinded against him you could hear his breath picking up. You bucked into him a few more times before pulling out.

He opened his eyes to look at you and plead with you but what you had in mind you were sure he would love. "I wanna taste you" you spoke. He smiled still breathing heavy "do it baby" you climbed down his body so your face and his length were level. You knew he was still close so you didn't waste time. You took in his cock. You kept taking it in more and more till you almost gagged. You began to bob your head up in down. You felt his lower set of arms grab your head helping push you into a pace. He whimpered and groaned. Bucking his hips and making you gag each time which made you press your thighs together involuntarily. "Yeah! Just like that!" He praised. "So close mmmff."

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth and heard his breath hitch before he cummed. He emptied his load into your mouth and you waited until he was done before looking him in the eye and swallowing.

You were glad you made that purchase you thought. But to your surprise it wasn't over. "Now, it's your turn baby" he grinned before turning you around and pushing you onto the bed. "After all that you did to make me feel good, neither of us are leaving this bed till I return the favor." Well, you thought.... Charlie did say take our time.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin x reader #hazbin smut #top male reader #top ftm reader

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ghoultrifle · 18 days

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mushy may day nine !!!!

prompt: warming them up

characters: aurora & ifrit

word count: 650

summary: aurora tries her luck with a fire ghoul when the heating goes out

below the cut or on ao3 :))

She stands in the doorway of his room, a blanket roughly wrapped around her midriff, caught in the door as it trails behind her. It’s as if she’s been frozen in both time and temperature given how she just stops once the fire ghoul wakes up, rubbing his bleary eyes.

“R-rory?” Ifrit asks, processing the sudden appearance of the new summon in his bedroom. Why his bedroom? “What’s up, pumpkin?”

Through chattering teeth she manages to mumble out an explanation. “Cold, ‘n heating b-broken in the wing,” she stutters. “Can I…?” Her sentence runs off into nothing, her brain subdued by the cold.

“Oh- uh- yeah of course, let me just put on my dressing gown and I’ll be out of your hair.” He scrambles to get out of bed, not even noticing he’s still wearing his I ♡ MILFs boxers. The ghoulette giggles when he turns around to reveal the text on them, the most coherent noise she’s made since arriving at his door.

“No, silly! I want you in the bed too, how else is it going to keep warm? The heating’s fucked everywhere, even in here.” Ifrit goes to touch the radiator and, sure enough, it’s stone cold, much like the walls throughout the Ministry.

Disrobing once more, a confused look still paints his face, “Why me? What’s that little shit Dew up to now, hmm?”

“Nothing! Just everyone else already went to him so I figured you’d be the less popular choice and you have more surface area,” she says cheekily.

“Oh?! So you’re calling me lonely and fat? How lovely!” He teases, smiling wide, striding towards Aurora to pick up bridal style.

She gasps as Ifrit picks her up, cocooning her in the blanket. “Nuh uh! Jus’ saying Dewdrop’s overrated and you’re built like a dorito.” He carries her the short distance to the bed, it’s entirely unnecessary but they both revel in the faux act of chivalry on Ifrit’s part. He knows damn well Aurora is a princess and will treat her like one even if it’s through the lens of a goofy idiot.

The mattress wobbles as Ifrit ungracefully dumps the ghoulette onto his bed. Aurora inspects the plush navy sheets before plumping the accompanying pillows and dragging her finger along the headboard to inspect for dust. “Hmm seems to be up to standard Mr Fritter,” she says sternly, though Ifrit can see the smile building up and threatening to break her character. “I can confirm I will be gracing your bed with my presence today. Thank you for your application to Rory Bed Hog Limited and welcome aboard!” With that, she flops down, pulling the duvet right up to her ears, the blanket she arrived in abandoned.

“Why thank you Ms Rora, we here at Fire Ghoul Incorporated do hope you enjoy your stay. Please let us know of any requirements you may have to make your visit as smooth as possible.”

The ghoulette attempts a reply but they both burst out laughing before she can; her hearty chuckles jostling the bed. Both ghouls take a moment to collect themselves, taking deep breaths and averting their eyes from each other’s gaze because they know the second they look up they’ll crack up again. With one final grounding breath Aurora asks, extending her hand to the fire ghoul, “Join me?”

“My pleasure,” Ifrit replies, enveloping her hand with his and jumping into the bed with her. He pulls up the duvet and blankets, near covering Aurora’s small frame in them.

The room soon warms up as Ifrit begins to purr, Aurora’s hand in his. With the two of them cosy as can be, it’s no time at all before they’re both back asleep, the worries of the day faded as they just exist with each other. Aurora makes a very sleepy note to come visit the friendly giant more often.

#trifle writes #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #aurora ghoulette #ifrit ghoul #mushy may 2024

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itsscromp · 9 months

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Hiccup & Toothless X reader platonic

Hey everyone, for a different change of pace I decided to do an original story. One that I have had since I was 13 !!!, I know a long time eh ??. But I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I do writing it. Word count:869

"Oh... my head..."

You woke up on a shoreside, your boat shattered to pieces. You had no idea where you were. You needed to find help and fast, someone had to have answers.

You got up dusting the sand off, you then heard a mighty roar, but no ordinary roar, it was unlike any other animal. You looked up into the sky and saw something that made you so scared. A dragon.

"Oh gods..." You then ran into the forest nearby, needing to get away from the ferocious beast. But in the sky, this dragon was flying... with a human, his name was hiccup haddock the III and his dragon best friend toothless. Toothless saw something down on the shore, heading into the forest. Making a noise to alert hiccup of what he saw.

"What is it bud ??, see something"

Toothless nodded, flying down to the shore as hiccup hopped off his back and looked around.

"There doesn't seem to be anything here bud"

Toothless then sniffed the ground and then headed to where it was coming from. "Wait up bud !!"

You were still running from the beast and hid behind a huge boulder, pulling out a dagger ready for anything.

"Please don't find me, Please don't find me" You muttered to yourself

Toothless continued to sniff out the scent until he reached the boulder, making another noise to alert Hiccup. Then you jumped out of the boulder and held out your dagger. Toothless seeing the dagger, his pupils dilated and growled at you, protecting Hiccup from the danger.

"L...look I D..Don't want any trouble" You shakingly pointed the dagger at them

"It's okay toothless..., Hey there... my name is Hiccup, this is toothless. We mean no harm."

"How do I not know that ??" your eyes were wide with fear

"Here" Hiccup then put his utilities down on the ground and kicked them away gently "See ?? No harm" He smiled gently at you. Toothless was still hesitant of you but he stopped growling.

You slowly stopped shaking and then lowered your dagger gently.

"Ok... I trust you..."

"Can you tell me your name ??"

"Y/n..."

"Ok, Y/n... would you like to come back to my village with me ?? we can provide you with food, water, clean clothes and shelter."

"Are you sure ??"

"I promise"

You then looked at Toothless, You were still hesitant, his pupils dilated into more... puppy like eyes.

"Is.... Toothless gonna hurt me ??"

"No, he won't. Here, trust me" Hiccup gently took your hand and held it near Toothless's snout. He gently sniffed your hand and then pressed his snout on your hand. signifying he trusts you as well.

"Woah..." You gently started petting toothless, who opened his eyes and made happy noises. Enjoying the pets.

"It's majestic isn't it ??"

"This is awesome !!!" You smiled wide gently still petting toothless.

"Maybe after then you might be able to have your own dragon"

"I.. can have my own ??"

"Yeah, but one thing at a time ok ??"

Hiccup then hopped on Toothless's back, having a horse saddle as well. "Come on, Hop on" He smiled

You took a deep breath and hopped on, toothless then lunged and flew high into the sky. you clung to hiccup making sure you don't fall off.

"Woah.. woah !!!!"

"Toothless be gentle ok ??"

Toothless nodded and gently glided across the sky, the view was amazing.

"Wow..."

"Never gets old." Hiccup patted your leg

After a bit of flying, you then arrived at the village of berk, this village was thriving thanks to dragons and Vikings living peacefully. Landing you hopped off toothless and looked around. this was unbelievable.

"Ok my house is this way, come on"

Climbing up the hill you three entered his house, a nice and cozy environment, until a booming voice startled you.

"Ahh ma boy, was beginning to wonder where ya went" This man was huge, looking like 7 feet tall with a massive beard. "and who may you be ??"

"Oh dad this is y/n, y/n this is my dad Stoick the chief of berk"

"Oh... it's nice to meet you sir"

"Dad are you cooking lunch ??"

"Yep, I would assume y/n would want some too ??"

You nodded and Stoick served you a bowl of his famous broth, you three then sat down and y/n explained everything that happened to him.

"Oh y/n... I'm so sorry that happened."

"Thank you... But I really don't know what to do now... everything's in shambles"

Hiccup, Stoick and Toothless looked sadly at y/n, you were all alone, nowhere to go. Toothless crawled to you and nudged his head onto your hand, hoping to comfort you.

"Well... how about we make you a resident of this village ??" Stoick offered"

"Really ??, Are you sure ??"

Stoick smiled and nodded

"Thank you sir"

Hiccup patted your back "Welcome to berk y/n"

Toothless showed you his gummy smile and nuzzled his head to you.

"Wait I thought he had teeth earlier ??"

"Oh, he has retractable teeth, hence the name toothless."

You smiled, already can't wait to learn more about dragons, and maybe just maybe. Have your own.

Taglist: @callofdudes

#platonic #reader insert #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon imagine #HTTYD #Hiccup haddock x reader #Hiccup and toothless #Hiccup and toothless x reader

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duckybarnes1917 · 2 years

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Yes, Sarge

Pairing: Bucky/Female Reader

18+ Only.

Fourth (and final for now) entry for my smutty one shot collection! All scenes come from my OC story Figure My Heart Out and can be read separately or as a continuous story. It’s still slightly Christmas themed!

This whole scene was inspired by this photo 😩🥵

Word count: 4K

Summary: You convince Bucky to go to the opening night of Rogers: The Musical but he asks for your submission in return.

Need to know: Fluff, smut, and just a little angst. Dom Bucky. Orgasm denial, edging, public sex, blowjobs, toy use, spanking, overstimulation, breast worship, tit-fucking, Bucky being forever hard.

Please do not copy or post this anywhere.

Feedback is always welcome :)

“Come on, Buck, please,” you whined, giving Bucky your best puppy eyes. “It’ll be fun, and aren’t you at least a little curious?”

Bucky rolled out of bed and set his face in a look of determination, trying not to give in. “I’m really not. Musicals aren’t exactly my thing.”

“Sam’s going, Yelena’s going, baby, everyone but us is going,” you pouted, propping yourself up on your elbow as you watched Bucky stretch.

“You can go with them; I won’t be upset.”

Bucky gave you a soft smile over his shoulder before making a beeline for the coffee pot. You had tried to buy him a fancy contraption with little pods that you said would be much easier to use. But Bucky hated the taste; the flavors were all too sweet, and his plain black coffee tasted watered down. Your annoyed huff as you followed him into the kitchen with a blanket wrapped around your body put a slight smile on his lips. But he continued to ignore your pouting stare as he scooped coffee into the filter.

“I don’t want to go without you.” Bucky still wasn’t looking at you so you wrapped your arms around him from behind. “Are you afraid that the actor who plays you will be hotter, and I’ll leave you for him?” You teased.

“Yeah, right,” Bucky scoffed.

“So grumpy,” you forced his attention away from the slow drip of his coffee. “I’ll make it worth your while Sergeant Barnes.” You bit your lip and gave him your best fuck me eyes. They worked better than the puppy ones.

Bucky had a hint of a smile on his lips. “Oh yeah? This is a big ask, doll. I better get something amazing in return.”

You smiled at the glint of mischief in his eyes; he already had something in mind. “Like what, Buck?” You asked innocently.

Bucky smirked. “I’ll surprise you. When is the show again?”

Your eyes lit up at his concession. “It’s tonight. So, we’re going?”

Bucky sighed but couldn’t ever deny you anything. “Yes,” he groaned.

You squealed as you stood on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Guess we better go do some last-minute shopping then.”

“For what?” You asked.

“For what you’re going to wear to make it worth my while.” Bucky winked at you, grabbing his fresh cup of coffee and leaving you bubbling with excitement in the kitchen.

Shyness was a rare feeling for you–but as you walked hand in hand with Bucky through the crowded theater lobby, you could feel yourself blushing. The dress Bucky had picked out for you–emerald green velvet that left nothing to the imagination–captured everyone’s attention. Every eye was on you as Bucky guided you through the lobby and up to your private box seats. The fact that you were currently squeezing your thighs together, way too focused on the remote-controlled vibrator between your legs, may have had something to do with your sudden bashfulness. Bucky was sure to keep one hand stuffed in his pocket, to hide his left hand but mostly to torture you with the possibility that the vibrator could buzz to life at any moment.

You were dusting a sparkly gold highlighter over your chest when Bucky stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel low around his hips.

His eyes roved over you; you were slightly bent over the sink. The velvet dress fit snugly over your ass which was sinfully tempting in the position you were in. Bucky’s eyes moved up to watch you in the mirror, your brush moving delicately over the tops of your breasts, which looked ridiculously good. His throat felt dry as he tried not to think about slipping the dress up over your hips and watching your tits in the mirror as they bounced rhythmically with every sharp thrust he gave you. His dominant nature had been itching to come out and play, but as he admired you, his desire to let you do anything you wanted threatened to temper his fire.

You turned to him as he cleared his throat. Your eyes raked over his body too, following water droplets as they traveled down his chest and over his abs before disappearing under his towel. The uber-defined V-cut he was showing off made you salivate; you wanted to lick every drop of water off him until he was begging you to use your mouth somewhere else.

“Hey, handsome,” you said with a flirty grin. “It’s really a shame that we’re skipping the red carpet—you’re too hot to sit back and let Sam get all the attention. Him and Yelena are already sending me pictures—they think they saw Rihanna—Bucky, are you even listening to me?”

“You look fucking amazing. Are you—” Bucky’s eyes hadn’t moved from where they were focused on you tits; he was practically drooling.

You stuck your chest out a little more. “Am I what, Buck?”

“The dress is backless—” he cleared his throat.

You snickered and pulled the top of you dress down, flashing him your bare chest.

“Fuck,” Bucky muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw as if he was in pain.

You smiled at him as you fixed you dress. “Are you sure you’re going to make it through the evening, Buck?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine.”

You narrowed your eyes at the change in his tone. You looked back at him–his whole demeanor had shifted as he casually leaned against the door frame, his lips twitching with a secret.

“I have some rules for you to follow,” his commanding whisper was well controlled; he was determined to stay in charge. “Number one, you gotta call me by my appropriate title.”

“You want me to call you Sarge?” You batted your eyelashes at him in the mirror as you put your earrings in.

Bucky tried to ignore the twitch under his towel as you said it and nodded his head. “Sergeant Barnes is also acceptable.”

“Is that all?” You leaned over the counter again, trying to make him lose his grasp on his control.

The mischievous twinkle in your eye disappeared as Bucky stalked toward you, a slightly annoyed frown on his face. He wasn’t in the mood to play.

You watched as he silently opened his bathroom drawer and pulled out a small silk bag. What he took out of it made your heart rate pick up. Bucky smirked as he quickly slid his hands under your dress and pulled your black lacy panties down your legs. Before he could ask if you wanted to continue, you spread your legs wider for him. A tiny gasp left your lips as Bucky pushed the vibrator inside of you and pulled your underwear back up.

“Second rule, no coming unless I say so,” he whispered against your neck.

He turned to leave the room, and you stared after him with your mouth half-open in surprise.

“Buck–oh shit,” your words died on your tongue as the vibrator turned on, stimulating not only your now very sensitive clit, but also your g-spot perfectly.

“You’re already breaking the rules,” Bucky tsked, crossing his arms as he watched you try and control herself.

You shivered at how upset he looked–his disappointment that you couldn’t follow one simple rule shouldn’t have turned you on as much as it did.

Bucky turned the vibration up a notch, and you leaned against the counter, your pretty lips parted in a little “O,” your cheeks already starting to flush. He licked his lips, fighting the groan that was building; he was already rock hard, and you hadn’t even left the house yet.

“Doll?” He turned the vibe off and let you catch your breath. “Color?”

“Green,” you panted.

“Good girl, come here.”

You went to him on shaky legs, his angry scowl softening now that you had accepted your role for the evening.

“Look what you do to me, doll.” Bucky grabbed your hand and pressed it against the prominent erection his towel was attempting to hide.

You bit your lip and looked up at him with surprised doe eyes.

“Need you to be a good girl and take care of this for me before we leave.” He slowly rubbed his thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it pop back into place.

You choked back a moan; you wanted him like this all the time. You licked your lips in anticipation. “Yes, Sarge.”

Bucky groaned at your sultry voice and the title slipping off your tongue as you sank to your knees in front of him.

Bucky grabbed the door frame to steady himself as you threw his towel on the floor, skipped the teasing, and sucked his thick cock into your warm mouth.

“Look so pretty with your lips around me,” Bucky moaned. “Take it all.”

He gasped as you relaxed your throat and let his tip slip in. “Such a good girl, fuck.”

You clenched around the vibrator in your pussy and moaned on Bucky’s cock. He was absolutely killing you.

“Just like that—little faster doll.”

You sped up, hollowing your cheeks—your heart racing as Bucky moaned loudly. He was hot and heavy on your tongue, and he tasted so damn good. You felt like a fucking goddess on the floor as he sang down praises and tried to control the pitch of his voice. Your tongue swirled around the red tip of his cock, and you knew he was close; his thighs started to shake under your hands. You brought a hand up to gently squeeze his balls, and Bucky’s hands flew to your hair as his cock twitched on your tongue.

“Oh god, oh fuck, don’t stop–just like that–fuck doll gonna come in your slutty little mouth,” Bucky fucked your face harder than he ever had. Your fingernails dug sharply into his thigh, but you didn’t stop him; you felt like you were going to come any second.

You gave his balls another slight squeeze, and he whimpered loudly as he filled your mouth with his hot cum.

You sucked him clean as he leaned against the door catching his breath.

Still on your knees, your hair a mess and your cheeks flushed, you looked up at him innocently. “Was that good, Sarge?”

“Fucking hell,” Bucky groaned and pulled you to your feet. “Are you sure we can’t just stay here?” He kissed you and groped you needily–his hands grabbing handfuls of your ass under your dress before moving up to roughly squeeze your breasts.

“I’m fucking soaked, baby,” you whimpered in his ear.

Bucky groaned and started to push you toward the bed.

“But, I wanna see what else you have in store for tonight before you fuck me stupid.”

Bucky forced himself to separate from you. “Well, my plan is to see how quickly I can make you beg to come home.”

“Challenge accepted,” you smiled.

Bucky pecked your lips before starting to get dressed. “I’m not gonna go easy on you.” He licked his lips at your hesitant expression. “Meet me outside when you’re ready. If I stand here any longer, I won’t be able to resist fucking you–you smell divine.” Bucky groaned the last few words and quickly removed himself from the temptation, disappearing into the closet to put his suit on. This was supposed to be torture for you, but he would suffer as much.

Bucky waved to Sam over the railing; while the rest of the Avengers had opted for seats closer to the stage, Bucky had requested a private box. Even with his plan in place to distract himself, every time he glanced at the stage and the people down below, he felt like he might be sick.

“You okay?” you whispered when he took his seat next to you.

Your gentle touch and the concern in your voice soothed him back into his earlier demeanor. “Fine,” he kissed your lips quickly before placing his hand in his pocket.

He sat back with an innocent smile on his face as he watched you squirm. He hadn’t used the vibe yet, and your anticipation of when he would was turning out to be more delicious than actually using it.

As the lights dimmed and the first song began, you relaxed into your seat, squeezing Bucky’s hand.

Bucky kissed the top of your head as he turned the vibe onto the lowest setting. He smirked as you jolted and glared at him.

“Watch the show, baby girl,” he whispered.

You bit you lip to contain you whimper.

Baby girl–baby girl?! Jesus! What is he trying to do, get me pregnant?

You tried to focus on the show, but the pressure on your clit was too overwhelming. Bucky sitting next to you in an all-black suit that made him look like sin personified was not helping your situation. You squeezed his hand and your armrest, trying very hard not to move your hips, but all you wanted was to grind down onto the vibrator stuffed in your pussy until you came.

Bucky moved his hand out of your grip and rubbed your thigh, the short dress gave him easy access to your warm skin, and he nearly growled at the barely audible whimper that left you throat.

He left you like that for a while, teasing you with his large hand and the low-level vibration until you leaned closer to him and begged for more.

Bucky turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “What was that baby girl?”

You closed your eyes as the pleasure of his words washed over you. “Please, Sarge? Wanna come,” you whispered in his ear.

Your warm breath on his ear and neck made his cock twitch. He turned the vibration up again.

“Oh fuck–please,” you begged, your nails digging into his bicep.

“Behave.” Bucky turned his attention to the show and rolled his eyes as his character came on stage.

You pouted and sat back in your seat when Bucky turned the vibe off completely. You were so wet, so turned on, your skin felt red hot. After downing your vodka on the rocks, you started to feel a little more in control. You held Bucky’s hand again, laying on his shoulder and rubbing his strong muscles with your free hand.

“That actor doesn’t even look like you,” you muttered. “His ass is too flat.”

Bucky snorted, drawing annoyed looks and huffs from the audience members in the surrounding boxes.

You smiled, glad that Bucky seemed to be enjoying himself. You wanted this to be a good experience for him. You sat like that for a while, cuddled together, and made jokes about the show. Bucky pointed out every detail they got wrong and added his own memories.

“Look,” you nudged Bucky, “Sam’s already asleep.”

Bucky looked over the railing and saw Sam practically drooling as he slept on Yelena’s shoulder.

“Wow, embarrassing.” Bucky grinned as he pulled out his cellphone. “You think he turned his phone off?”

“Don’t!” You whispered with a goading smile.

You both leaned forward as Bucky dialed Sam’s phone, the loud ringtone going off right in the middle of Steve’s dramatic solo about Peggy. Sam jolted awake and scrambled for his phone as a disgruntled noise came from the audience. You and Bucky were nearly crying with laughter, and you both fell back into your seats when Sam turned in your direction.

Bucky slumped down, hiding his smile with his hand as he showed you the angry text Sam had just sent.

“Scale of 1-10, how much does he hate us right now?” You wiped the tears from your eyes and sat back up in your seat.

“Oh, definitely a 20.”

“Probably–” Your sentence was cut off when Bucky suddenly turned the vibe back on to the highest setting.

You had to bite your tongue to keep from moaning as you clenched your thighs together.

Bucky watched you from the corner of his eye, your body rigid, trying so hard not to move, your eyes desperate and pleading, your chest moving up and down rapidly. He wanted you so much–he needed to break you.

“You look so gorgeous like this, doll.” Bucky nibbled on your ear as his hand moved over your thigh again. “I wanna make you feel as good as you made me feel earlier.”

You bit your lip as his hand traveled higher up your thigh. You nodded your head in response to his words, but he paused his movements.

“If you wanna come, we gotta go home.”

You huffed and glared at him. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he watched you try not to come in the middle of the theater. He thought you didn’t notice his lingering gaze on your tits, which were heaving up and down rapidly now. You watched his eyes flick to them again, and his hand squeezed your thigh tightly while his tongue wet his lips. You could break him too.

“You’re thinking about sucking my tits while I bounce on your cock, aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes snapped back up to yours, and he turned the vibe off. “That’s not how this works, baby girl,” he whispered against your cheek before lightly kissing it.

You were undeterred; you scooted closer to him and ran your hand up and down his thigh. “Oh, come on, Sarge. I’m so horny,” you whined. “Just take me into a coat closet and fuck me real hard, real fast, please?” Your hand was now caressing his cock through his slacks, and you could feel him getting harder the more you talked.

“Doll–” Bucky warned but made no move to stop you as you started to undo his button and zipper.

“It’s dark, and we’re sitting all alone. No one’s going to notice.”

Bucky tilted his head back as your nails drug lightly over his erection through his boxers.

“No one’s going to notice if I slip onto the floor and stick this fat cock down my throat.”

“Fuck,” Bucky quietly groaned and gripped your wrist before you could slip your hand down his boxers. “No,” he hissed at you and moved your hand out of his pants.

You crossed your arms and huffed at him.

“I told you to behave,” Bucky growled at you as he pulled your face closer to his. “Now I’m gonna have to punish you. It’s too bad, I really wanted to make you come on my cock over and over when we got home, but I guess I’ll have to do without.”

Bucky shrugged dramatically and sat back in his seat, trying not to smirk at the agape look on your face.

You sat back in your own seat, stubbornly keeping your arms crossed, even when he reached out to hold your hand. You were going to force him to give in first.

But he didn’t. He didn’t turn the vibe back on either, which was driving you crazy.

Finally, when you realized the play was getting to the part where Bucky “died,” you softened. This was supposed to be a good time for both of you.

You curled back up against his side and held his hand between both of yours.

“I’m okay,” Bucky whispered, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Okay, baby,” you whispered back with a kiss on his cheek. You kept your hold on his hand and tightened it when you realized they were launching into a Winter Soldier sequence that detailed every horrible highlight of Bucky’s past.

Bucky’s eyes darted around nervously as he noticed a few people glancing in their direction. He didn’t want to ruin the night for you; he could do this.

“Baby, can we go get some air? I don’t feel so great.” You tugged on his hand, and he quickly nodded and led you out of the theater.

Once you were in the cold New York air, you shrugged into your coat and leaned against the brick wall.

“You okay, doll? Did I go too far?” Bucky’s brow was furrowed with concern.

“I’m okay, baby,” you smiled at him and grabbed his tie to pull him closer to you.

Understanding dawned on Bucky’s face–you had done that for him, knowing he wouldn’t have done it himself.

You kissed him before he could say anything. “You won the game, Sergeant Barnes. Please, I’m begging you, take me home. I need you,” You kissed him through your words, getting increasingly needier.

Bucky brushed your hair back, smiling at you adoringly. “I love you, doll.” Bucky kissed you again, shoving his tongue in your mouth while his hands glided down you back and you’re your ass. He pulled away and let you chase his lips before pushing you back against the wall. “But, I’m still gonna punish you for that stunt you pulled in there.”

You whimpered; the thought of not getting to come made you want to cry, but it was worth it to find out what kinds of delicious torment he had in store.

Never in your life had you let a man or woman have total control of your body the way you let Bucky. You surrendered to him without any doubt, without even a hint of hesitancy. And you had been thoroughly rewarded.

Your ass still stung from the first part of your punishment; the sound of Bucky’s big hand landing on your flesh still rung in your ears. The ties around your wrists dug into your skin harshly as you pulled on them for the hundredth time, desperately trying to touch Bucky–touch him anywhere. You were desperate to feel him.

“Bucky!” You tried to squirm away from his mouth. You gasped as Bucky slapped your thigh. “Fuck–Sorry! Sarge,” you gulped in air as Bucky’s tongue sped up. ``Please, I can’t take anymore.” Even as you said it, your hips lifted to catch the friction of his nose against your clit, and you moaned lowly as he pulled another orgasm from you. You had lost count after the fourth one. Your brain was no longer functioning. How wrong you had been to think that Bucky would continue denying you. No, his plan was quite the opposite.

Bucky crawled over you, your body jumping when his cock drug over you over sensitive clit. “Look at you,” Bucky almost chuckled as he kissed your flushed cheeks. “You’re already begging for mercy, and I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

“It’s too much,” you shuddered as his lips attached to your neck.

“Hmm,” Bucky trailed his tongue up to your ear. “That’s quite the turnaround from begging for my cock in the middle of the theater.”

Bucky moved down to suck your pert nipple into his mouth. “You have such pretty tits, doll,” he groaned, grinding against your hip. “I think I have an idea.” Bucky gently bit the top of your breast before moving back to your lips. “You gonna give me want?”

Fuck him for making your sore pussy clench again.

“Yes, Sarge,” you quickly agreed.

“Good girl.” Bucky pecked your lips before sitting up on his knees.

He only had to give you a look, and you knew what he wanted. You opened your mouth, flattening your tongue to allow his entrance. Bucky held on to the headboard, just above where your wrists were tied, and gave a few deep strokes into your mouth before pulling out.

You whined at the loss, and Bucky shushed you, moving down your body until his throbbing cock fit in the valley of your breasts.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, squirming underneath him.

“You like this, baby girl? Want me to fuck your tits?” Bucky gently cupped the sides of your breasts, squeezing them together around his cock while he circled your nipples with his thumbs.

“Please, Sarge, use me, please,” you panted until he started moving.

His thick cock slid perfectly between your soft flesh, and Bucky could already feel the high he had put off for too long, quickly approaching.

You stared up at him in total admiration. The look of bliss on his face was indescribable, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, his handsome scruff shining from the hours he spent between your legs–but the best part was the little tremble of his lips, the click of his jaw when he started to get close.

“Please, Sarge. Want you to come on my tits.” You stuck your tongue out again, lapping at his sensitive cock head every time it peeked through your cleavage.

“Fuck, fuck, such a dirty slut for me,” Bucky groaned, picking up speed.

“Yeah, only for you, Sarge. Give it to me.”

The pressure snapped, and Bucky stilled; the sight of his come landing over your breasts and face had him completely stunned. No sounds came out of his mouth as he looked down at you, watching you slide you tongue over your lips to catch a taste of him.

“So fucking perfect,” he groaned as he climbed off the bed to get a warm towel.

You didn’t miss his cock bobbing between his legs, still just as hard as it was before he got you in bed.

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