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rafeysdoll · 5 days

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i’m literally FERAL

could you please do one where rafe somehow convinces reader and he FINALLY gets to be inside of her🫶🫶🫶

definitely rushed in the end so i’m sorry :( kinda struggled with this but i really hope you like it anyway.

"rafey," you mewl, tugging at his polo as he laid on the couch, writing emails and conducting business. "im.. needy, want help." you whisper, biting your lip as you tilt your head to the side. "what was that?" he taunts, shit eating grin displayed on his face as he dismisses his phone, tossing it aside as he gets up anyway.

you eagerly head back into his room, quickly jumping to his bed as you wait for him to lay, ready to hump him as if he was your very own toy to get rid of all your overwhelming desires.

but yet he remains the same, standing still with his tongue nudging at the side of his cheek as he sighs rather dramatically, hand now over his hip. "you know, baby.. i.. uh," he pauses, tactifully letting silence fill the room for you to worry, wanting you get yourself worked up.

"i just dont know how to say it," he continues, turning around so he can only give you a show of the back of him. “what is it?” you question, voice bordering a whimper. “did i do something wrong?”

rafe smiles menacingly, taking a deep breath. it was time for the last stone to be set.

“here, come stand next to me alright?” he requests, turning back around to offer his hand. you quickly listen, right besides him in seconds as he caresses your hand in his own. “baby, i don’t know if i can do this.” he states, brows meeting together in a tight line, leaning in slightly as if he was offended.

you take a shaky breath and gulp, a strong queasy feeling in your stomach. “w-why?” you reply, bottom lip put out. “you.. you don’t like it?” you frown.

“no, no i do. that’s the problem, im a man.. and, well uh.. it’s hard, you know baby? got all these feelings and i can’t even act on them. i mean, it can’t be fair.” he confesses, pretty blue eyes staring at your own.

“oh,” you realize, looking down at your connected hands. “well.. well that can change, can’t it? we can just.. you know.” you whisper, heat and desperation tingling through your body. you didn’t want any of this to end, you were willing to do anything before he had to be ripped away from your hands. “oh.. oh i dunno baby, that’s a big step.” rafe pretends to deny, his cock already twitching and throbbing. he was so close to what he had been working towards for so so long.

“no, no really rafe. i.. i mean now we can both.. enjoy it.” you carry on, nodding. “please? don’t wanna go to anyone else,” you plead, small tears collecting in your lower lash line. “you.. you sure?” he smiles, his own heart thumping profusely in his chest. “i’m sure, ray.”

the rest was a fast blur, your best friend’s thick length bullying himself inside you, crying at every single ministration he gave you, hoping this could never end.

it was the first night rafe finally got through to your tiny hole, writing and squirming under his touch as he mumbled sweet nothings besides your ear — telling you he had been waiting for so long.. that the wait was worth it to finally do this. it was perfect in both of your minds.. rafe finally getting his best friend on his cock and you simply thinking you were only making both you and him happy.

you were always rafe’s girl, even before you ever realized it.

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demonpiratehuntress · 4 months

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dreams

OPLA!Zoro x F!Reader

summary - majority of your dreams seem to manifest in the real world somehow, so when you have one about your crush and your best friend...things get a little out of control.

warnings - heavy angst (im sorry), hurt to comfort

a/n: when i started writing for this fandom i PROMISED myself i would not make it all angst and no fun, but oh well :))))) idek where this idea came from, i need help

You woke up from a nap with the sickening urge to empty your stomach overboard. Nausea reared its ugly head, and before you could even try to tame the feeling, you were sprinting to the side of the ship to empty your stomach.

What exactly was the cause?

This would sound insanely ridiculous, and to you it really was, but you had a weird dream. And it didn't sit well with you. Most of the dreams you had often became a reality, albeit with slight changes. There were some that didn't, but almost all of them came true eventually or manifested in a similar way at some point.

And that's probably the reason you couldn't stop yourself from vomiting obscenely before your stunned - and confused - crew.

"(Name), are you okay?" Nami asked worriedly, coming over to you.

You flinched away from her, increasing her confusion, before turning and running off to the bathroom. She exchanged looks with the others who were out on deck - Usopp and Luffy - before shrugging it off and going back to mapping the ship's course.

The truth was, you had a completely unexpected yet maddening dream while napping, one that you prayed to any god who would listen would not come true. You had dreamed of Zoro - the man you had the biggest crush on - and Nami, which may seem an odd coupling and probably was but you couldn't control your dreams. Much like how you couldn't control how you felt about it, despite it only being a fictional idea your mind concocted.

You went straight to yours and Nami's room after cleaning yourself up, setting up the divider that separated your section from hers so you wouldn't have to deal with seeing her if she came in. Your behaviour was unfair to her, since you knew she would never do anything like that, nor did she have any romantic interest in Zoro. In fact, she barely had any interest in the swordsman at all. But according to your dream, that might change.

You curled up on your bed, pulling the blanket right up over your head to shield yourself from the real world. The familiar feeling of something wet running down your cheek informed you that you had started crying, but you couldn't care less. You couldn't move. You didn't have the energy to move, much less bring your hand up to wipe your tears away. So you just lay there, curled up in a foetal position, trying - and miserably failing - to get your mind off it.

A while later, a knock at your door caused you to jerk up in your bed, before you groaned and flopped back down.

"Go away!"

"Nami said you're sick," came Sanji's voice, "So I made you some soup. Please open the door."

You breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't either of the two people you were currently trying to avoid. Slowly dragging yourself out of bed, you had to make even more effort to get yourself to the door. Forgetting that you had just been crying, you opened it and let the cook in, confused when his expression immediately grew alarmed.

"(Name), why are you crying??" He immediately set the soup down and pulled you into a comforting hug - one that seemed to be much warmer than usual right now.

"I-I'm fine," you mumbled into his shoulder, "Just not well."

He nodded, falling for your excuse, before pulling away to hand you the soup, "Here, this should help. If you need more, or if you need anything else, just let me know." He smiled at you, before leaving you alone once again.

You sat back down on your bed and ate the soup - because who can say no to Sanji's cooking, even if you're not really in the mood to eat? And it did help, the warmth helping to settle your queasy stomach and alleviate the nausea if only a little bit. Minutes after you finished it, there was another knock and you frowned, wondering who it was now.

You didn't answer, in fear of it being Zoro.

Just the thought of Zoro had you replaying that dream all over again, and before you could stop yourself or at least soften the sound, sobs were wracking your body and you were burying your face in your hands, crying into their warmth.

The door opened and a familiar set of heavy footsteps reached your ears before the bed dipped beside you. Your entire body froze up, tensing at the arrival of the green-haired swordsman. Your sobs fell silent, hiccups replacing them as you stilled and tried your best to quell your sadness - still keeping your face hidden.

"What happened?" Came that usually-comforting deep voice you loved so much, but that now caused your nausea to return. "What's wrong, (Name)?"

"Please go away," you found yourself speaking, not wanting to push him away but knowing you'd feel even more ridiculous if he found out how you felt about him while you were recounting a silly dream.

"No."

Usually the swordsman would leave without a word if you asked for space, or if you told him to go away, but this time he could see you were absolutely not okay and you needed someone. Luffy wouldn't be a good idea, Usopp wouldn't know what to do, and you seemed to be avoiding Nami. And he sure as hell did not want that stupid cook anywhere near you right now, in fear of him comforting you so well that the swordsman would lose you to him entirely.

You didn't respond to that, so Zoro brought his hands up to slowly and gently peel yours away from your face. You let him, shocking yourself, and the sight of your bloodshot eyes and tear-stained face caused his heart to constrict painfully.

"Tell me what's wrong."

He held your hands in his own, not wanting to let go. He had waited so long to be able to hold them, and he was glad for this excuse to. But he was heartbroken seeing you so upset and apparently sick over something he didn't know about yet. He gently squeezed your hands, silently encouraging you to speak. He wasn't good with words, but if comfort was what you needed he would do and say whatever he could to make your pain go away.

"It's you and Nami."

He stiffened. He didn't know what that meant, but just hearing he was part of the reason you were so upset made his heart sink.

"What did we do?"

"It's...um...it's silly," you replied quietly, voice low but pain still evident. "It doesn't matter." You tried pulling your hands away, but Zoro only gripped them tighter.

"It does, if it's making you this upset."

Reluctantly, you relayed to him what you had dreamed about, voice cracking halfway through as more tears fell. You felt even sillier saying it to someone else, especially him, and avoided making eye-contact throughout the entire explanation. When you finished, you shot him a small, brief glance - only to do a double take when you saw the absolutely horrified and disgusted look on his face.

"Me and the thief?" He questioned, distaste clear in his tone. "You've got to be kidding me." He sighed, sneakily shifting closer to you on the bed. "That can't be possible."

"But-"

"Some of your dreams don't come true," he reminded you, "This is definitely one of those. You want to know how I know?"

You nodded slowly, biting your lip.

You did not expect his next words.

"Because I already dream about doing that with you."

Your jaw dropped. If you were like Luffy, it would have probably dropped all the way to the floor, you were so stunned by his confession. Your formerly slowed heartbeat picked up speed again, heat filling your cheeks as you processed his words.

"Me?"

"Mhm. Only you. Been a recurring dream, actually."

As you stuttered out an incomplete sentence and then stammered through some nonsense, Zoro leaned in slowly and pressed his lips against yours, locking you in a slow but sweet kiss. His lips were warm and soft, inviting you to lean into him and return the kiss. The affectionate gesture had butterflies blooming in your stomach.

"I'm sorry," you whispered once you remembered how to speak.

"There's nothing to be sorry for," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you into a warm, comforting and secure embrace.

You sat like that quietly for a while, Zoro rubbing soothing circles onto your back while you clung to him, face buried in his neck. He kissed the top of your head every few minutes, in between mumbling sweet words of comfort into your ear - mainly "you're beautiful" and "i'm yours" because he didn't know what else to say. But it was enough for you.

Eventually, he spoke up.

"You should clear things up with Nami. She's upset because you're not talking to her."

"I know...later."

He chuckled and tightened his grip on you, keeping you warm and increasingly happy in his strong arms. He didn't intend on letting go, but that was good because you didn't want him to.

BONUS:

"STUPID MOSSHEAD!"

Loud banging and clanging jerked you awake the morning after your confessions, the sound of Sanji's loud exclamation having woken you - but not Zoro - up. He probably had woken up the others as well.

You tried to get up to see what was wrong, but Zoro refused to let go. He was still sleeping, but his arms wound around you even tighter, pulling you back against him. You sighed, knowing you could ask someone else later anyway.

Nami poked her head around the divider and smirked, "He's upset that Zoro finally confessed and ruined his chance to woo you."

You laughed at that, "Give him an hour, max. Then he'll try to woo you."

She groaned, "I'm already dreading it."

The two of you laughed, and it felt good to be back on speaking terms with her. Even though, strictly speaking, you hadn't had a reason not to be in the first place. But oh well.

The power of dreams...

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slut4chriss · 27 days

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teach me.

pairing: chris sturniolo x virgin fem!reader.

summary: you and chris are best friends but what happens when you guys play 21 questions and he finds out you’re a virgin?

warnings: high school chris au, smut, softdom!chris, p in v, little fingering, aftercare, use of y/n, use of petnames (sweetheart, sweet girl, baby, etc.)

a/n: orange text = chris speaking, pink text = y/n speaking. sorry if this is bad, it’s my first time writing. please give me tips :). proofread

word count: 1,438

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you and chris sit on his bed, playing “life”. after the first 20 minutes you were both bored. chris had been thinking for a while and finally came up with an idea. “let’s play 21 question!” he says enthusiastically. you nod, “you go first.”

he thinks for a minute then finally comes up with a question. “what was your worst sex experience?” he asks innocently. your stomach starts feeling queasy and you look down at your feet. how are you supposed to tell your best friend you’re a virgin?! you may only be 17 but in somerville high school, 17 was way too late to lose your virginity. he notices something’s wrong and he looks at you puzzled. “what’s wrong, y/n? i’m sorry if that was too personal,” he looks genuinely apologetic and it makes you feel bad.

you shake your head and look back into his eyes, your face flush, “i- i’m a virgin.” his eyes widen slight and he grabs your hand. “you mean you’ve never done anything?” your stomach does a flip as he grabs your hand and you shake your head with shame. he squeeze your hand and speaks softly, “let me teach you.” your eyes widen, “w- what?” he nods. “i’ll be gentle, just let me teach you, okay?” you swallow harshly and nod. “o- okay.” he scoots closer to you, hovering over you and gently pressing his lips to yours. you guys share a gently, emotion filled kiss. after a few seconds he pulls away with a smile.

“im gonna get nick and matt out of the house, okay? i’m gonna make this experience perfect for you.” you nod and he walks to the door.

he sees nick and matt sitting on the couch and he smiles, sitting beside them. “hey guys. y/n isn’t feeling too well and was wondering if you guys could run to cvs to get her some medicine? the medicine is only in the cvs 30 minutes from here though. i’m sorry.” nick nods and looks at matt who also nods. “what medicine does she need?” matt asks. “could you just get her some dayquil and nyquil, please?” chris smiles softly and matt nods. matt and nick leave and once chris hears the car pull out of the drive way he walks back into his room, where you’re waiting for him.

he walks back over to his bed, sitting next to you. “i want you to come sit in my lap, okay?” you nod, getting up and sitting in his lap, facing him. “good girl. now, close your eyes.” you feel butterflies as he calls you a good girl. you do as he says, closing your eyes. he lift your chin slightly and kisses you passionately. his hands rome all over your body, caressing your sides and hip bone.

he pulls away from the kiss, wiping the excess saliva off your lip. “lay down, sweet girl. i need to stretch you out a little bit.” you nod and lay down, spreading your legs slightly. chris kisses your neck softly and you let out little whimpers. you feel the heat growing between your legs and you need chris, now. he kisses down your chest and to the waistband of your sweatpants. “can i take these off, sweetheart?” he asked politely but you could hear the lust in his voice. you nod, “please.” he slowly removes your sweatpants, he sees the wetness of your panties and he smirks.

he runs his fingers over your wet panties, “this all for me?” you whimper and nod, “y- yes, all for you.” he smirks more and dips his fingers into your panties. “let me remove these?” you nod. “words, baby, use your words,” he says a bit more sternly. you gulp, “you can remove them. please remove them.” he removes your panties in one swift motion. “such a pretty pussy. all for me, hm?” you whimper as he starts running his fingers through your wet folds. “a- all for you,” you choke out behind a moan.

he licks his fingers and sticks them inside your throbbing cunt. you moan loudly and he starts stretching you out. this only makes you moan louder. he smirks and curls his fingers up, hitting that spongy spot. you jolt forward and whimper, “c- chris.. please.” he looks up into your eyes’ “hm? what do you want, sweet girl?” you look down at him and choke out, “p- please.. fuck me.” he kisses your hip bone softly, removing his fingers.

he starts to unzip his jeans and take off his boxers all in one go. his huge, hard cock springs out, hitting his stomach. your eyes widen, “t- that’s not gonna fit, chris.” he puts his finger over your mouth to shush you, “shh, baby, we’ll make it fit.” you gulp and nod.

he grabs your hands and lines himself up with your entrance. “squeeze my hands if it hurts, okay? and if you need me to stop tell me and i will. we’re gonna start with only the tip.” he starts putting his tip in you and you wince slightly. “there you go baby, you took the tip. good girl.” you feel a little sweat drip down your face, a small smile forming as he praises you. “i did it.” he nod and smiles, “you did, now let’s try half, okay?” you nod, “okay.”

he start pushing more in, he gets half way and it’s starting to really hurt, he can tell my your face. “you’re doing good, baby. that’s half way, you’re almost there!” you wince, “only half? it hurts” he sighs and nods, “i know, baby, just breath.” he smile and bring you into a passionate kiss. you guys are kissing so passionately that you didn’t even notice he bottomed out as you kissed. he pulls away with a stupid smirk, you look at him confused. “what?” “i bottomed out and you didn’t even know.” you gasp and look down between you two, you see him completely buried inside you. “i did it!” he smiles “you did it! good job, my love.” he kisses your forehead softly.

“tell me when you’re ready for me to move okay?” you nod. after a minute you’re ready. “i’m ready, please move.” he grabs both your hands and starts slowly thrusting into you. you moan softly and he hovers over you, whispering praises into your ear. “look at my good girl. taking me like a champ!”

you moan a bit louder, “f- faster.. please” he smirks and start thrusting a bit faster into you. his tip kissing your g spot with every thrust. you whimper and nod “y- yes! right there.” he thrusts a bit faster and you feel a familiar knot in your stomach. you’re embarrassed that you can’t last too long but it doesn’t bother chris, considering he can’t either because of how tight you are.

he starts thrusting a bit faster and you moan louder, “i- i’m so close.” he groans and nods, “i know, baby, i am too. hold on for one more second, okay? i want you to cum with me.” you nod and he groans loudly, “cum for me, sweetheart.” and just like that, you moan loudly and cum all over his cock. he groans and follows shortly behind you, cumming in your pussy.

he plops down next to you, slowly pulling out. you wince slightly and he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. “you did so amazing, sweetheart. i’m beyond proud of you.” my face flushes. he’s proud of me? god, he makes my heart skip beats. “t- thanks you for everything.” he nods and smiles, “don’t thank me. now, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?” you nod, “okay.”

he gets up, walking to the bathroom and wetting a wash cloth with warm water. he come back and cleans your thighs and a bit of the cum spilling out of you. he kisses your thigh softly then throws the wash cloth in the hamper. he grabs you a pair of his sweatpants and one his hoodies. he helps it on you then pulls you on his chest to rest.

“tomorrow we’re gonna go get you a plan b, okay? and i’m paying.” your face flushes softly and you nod. “thank you.” he chuckles and rubs your back, “don’t thank me, that’s the least i could do. now, close your eyes and rest. i’m right here, baby.” you nod and close your eyes.

“goodnight, chris. i love you.” he smiles and closes his eyes as well. “goodnight, sweetheart. i love you too.”

you both fall asleep peacefully. you feel so safe and loved in his arms.

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a/n: hope yall liked it! this is my first fic so im sorry if its bad. have a good day! <33

xoxo, nat 💌

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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mei! can you write a little hangman trying to corral and take care of his drunk gf?? im a lil tipsy rn and thinking abt it

tw for mentions of getting sick

"Bradshaw," Jake taps his fellow aviator on the shoulder, two beers in hand, "Where's my girlfriend?"

"Phoenix took her to the bathroom," Bradley informs Jake, "She was feeling a little queasy, I think."

"Shit," Jake groans, shoving both beers into Bob's unsuspecting hands. The WSO blinks bewilderedly, but passes the drinks to Fanboy and Payback when they invite him over to the dartboard.

Jake shoulders his way through the crowd, beelining for the women's restroom and slapping a hand over his eyes before pushing the door open.

"I'm not trying to see anything," He calls out, standing in the doorway, "I just want to know if my girlfriend is in here."

He hears a distressed groan from you to his left, and Phoenix calls out, "It's just us, Hangman. You can come in and open your eyes."

He does as instructed, finding you crouched on the floor inside the third stall. Phoenix is behind you, your hair gathered back into her hands as you hover expectantly over the toilet.

"Nothing yet," Phoenix fills your boyfriend in, "I think it's less about the booze and more about the bottomless fries."

"Gotcha," Jake nudges her away to take her place, swooping your hair up again when it falls over your face, "You've been snackin, huh baby?"

"I didn't eat that many," You swear, but Jake knows practically any amount of the bar's greasy french fries can be vomit-inducing, "I want- I need water."

"I got it," Phoenix heads for the door, "Don't let her eat any more, Hangman!"

Jake's confused until you reach for your purse and retract a napkin stuffed with fries.

"Hey- hey! No," He takes them before you can eat any of them, chucking the handful into the toilet to deter you, "Baby, what are you doing? Those made you sick."

"But they're so good," You lament, "Jake, they've got the garlic salt on 'em, and- and I want more!"

"But they're too greasy for you to handle right now," He smooths a hand down your back, "Baby, you can't eat those when you've been drinkin', that's why we're in here. You can have some on Friday night, m'kay? You can be DD."

"I'm not even sick anymore," You grumble, all of a sudden struggling to your feet. Jake backs out of the stall so that you can stand, but your drunk mind seems to envision a velcro patch covering Jake's chest, and you stick your own matching one to it to throw your arms around his neck.

"I want food," You inform Jake, and he leans in to kiss you despite your beer-breath, "I want something big, and- and greasy, and meaty, and-"

"How about pancakes?" Jake offers, ringing his hands around your waist in case you decide you're going to lean your full weight on him, "We can head to Denny's, it'll only be a five minute drive."

"Do they put garlic salt in their pancakes?" You wonder, gazing at Jake like he's a prophet. He's not, but he thinks he knows the answer anyway.

"Uh," He chuckles slightly, glancing at the door when Phoenix returns, a glass of water in her hands, "I don't think so, darlin'. Here, drink that," He pats your back, releasing his hold on you so that you can take the cup from Phoenix, "All of it, honey, then we'll head for Denny's. Okay?"

"Mhm," You nod around the rim of the glass, the sound echoing slightly as you gulp down the water.

"Takin' her for pancakes," Jake locks eyes with Phoenix, "I'm gonna go get her purse, can you supervise?"

"Hurry up," She nods towards the door, "Fanboy's a nosy drunk, I'm pretty sure he already rooted through her stuff and found a tampon."

"Christ almighty," Jake scoffs, storming out while you chug down the rest of the water in your glass. He does, in fact, find Fanboy seated by your purse, inspecting a plastic-wrapped tampon with bewildered eyes.

"It comes out of the plastic, dipshit," Jake demonstrates, popping the applicator off and stuffing it back on after they've gotten a good look, "Phoenix was right, you are nosy. You wanna inspect her lipstick, too?"

"Oh please, we see that all the time." Rooster drawls, yanking at Jake's collar and revealing a deep pink kiss mark against the base of his neck. The pilot grins beneath his mustache, collecting the coins from your wallet that Fanboy had counted to occupy himself and handing them off to Jake, "Just be lucky he didn't go through your wallet, Hangman, he would have found those nudes you keep in there."

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tonixe · 4 months

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—santa baby

A/N: Another Coriolanus Fic, I know, im obsessed. But I'm still in love with him. Christmas special, and the votes were counted, and the winning side was smut, not surprised though. I wanted smut too!

WARNING: fingering, creampies, virginity loss, p in v, teasing, groping, breeding kink, oral sex (male receiving), cum eating.

PAIRING: Young! Coriolanus x virgin!reader

WORD COUNTER: 2.1k

You enjoyed the holidays, the festive decorations, and the lovely atmosphere of the holiday, it filled you with much peace and joy throughout the month. But this month was your favorite, Christmas is a day that you get to gift people, and though people coup up in the Capitol, you were spoiled with many gifts from your parents and others, but you especially liked to gift people with your own expensive, spoiling others made you feel happy, enthralled even. Surprising from someone of your caliber to say.

You especially liked to gift your loved ones, your mother, father, siblings, and especially your beloved, Coriolanus Snow. You were in distress about what to gift him for this especially holiday, though you knew he always got something to satisfy your craving for luxury. You didn't know at all, even trying to talk to Tigris about what Coriolanus always wanted, she, herself didn't have an answer for this difficult question. A thought bloomed in your mind, though of the four years of marriage you shared with Coriolanus, you never ever had a sexual encounter with him. Was gifting him your virginity too scandalous, but you didn't know anything else that would do it for him, he did have everything a man wished for,

What would a president of Panem want for Christmas, you sat down and read through catalogs and catalogs of magazines to get you an idea of what to do. You knew Coriolanus adored having you wearing lingerie, especially the lacy ones that showed skin, you felt queasy at the idea, your cheek getting hotter by the second, pursing your lips together, but there wasn't any other way...right?

Your idea was to make a special set of lingerie for you to wear for Coriolanus, you wanted something that would match his signature red suit. Something lacy, with ribbons and cute little bows. You manage to get a tailor that would set up the special lingerie collection. Attending the fitting was hard, especially with Coriolanus wanting to know where you are every second, can't have Panem's prized jewel going missing?

You had a bunch of peacekeepers guarding your every move, walking into the tailor shop and out, even going inside. It was hard to keep this secret hidden from Coriolanus, especially with the loyal guards who reported your every move. But you manage to keep the secret, even making the tailor meet you in a secluded area of the shop to get the measurements.

But in the end, it was able to be complete, the dainty luxurious fabric into a piece of lingerie fitted for your delicate curves, it was a babydoll delicate, with stockings with matching bows on the top of the seams. It was perfect, you hoped that would enjoy that gift, but some part of you doubted. Days after days passed, and it was the prized day, the day you were ready for.

You snuck out of your shared chambers, your plan was to surprise him, writing down a little note and leaving it by his side. Taking out the box with the special garments inside the parcel, sliding on the red delicate lingerie, and mesh tights. Wrapping yourself with a red ribbon, tying your hands together, tightening it with your teeth. Carefully getting into the medium-sized box, you were almost done until you heard footsteps through the hallways, and quickly put the box top on. Your heart rate increases, and you feel your palm getting sweaty...

Hearing Coriolanus's voices through the box, closing your mouth shut. You didn't want to spoil his precious gift, hoping he would at least be satisfied with the surprising gift, crossing your fingers in hope.

Coriolanus called out for you, realizing that you were beside him when he woke up. He knew you enjoy the holidays and this one in general, as he stepped out into the living, there was already a gift he planned to present to you, but looking at the strange box, it was red with a silver ribbon, and was slightly moving. He cocked his eyebrows at the scene, cautiously walking towards the present.

His hands reach for the box and open it, your frame being revealed to him, your eyes making contact with his. "So, this is where you were, my dove," He said, chuckling at your struggling form, "Merry Christmas, Corio" You gave him a shy smile, but you should have seen how you looked in Coriolanus' perspective, the red ribbon wrapping around your body, and near your chest area squeezing against your breast, awaiting to spill out of their confinements. Flickering your eyes away from him, feeling Coriolanus grabbing you out the box shocking you. The red ribbons still confine to your body, as he bridal carried you, "So, this why you were so distinct from me, trying to make this little gift" he smirked, your eyes hestitiately looking away from his bright blue eyes.

His footsteps carry you to your shared chambers, your heart beating in your chest. As he delicately put you on the edge of the bed, your body still confined with the ribbon, he took out some embroidery scissors, slowly cutting through the ribbon except the ones on your hand, as he placed it down on the delicate wooden desk.

His eyes wandered on your half-naked body. Your body looked smooth, doll-like. Your perky chest with hard peaks, his hands touching your confined ones, and he put them over your head. "You did so good for me, dove" he whispered, his fingers touching you, tracing the line of your stomach to your collarbone making you shiver. He outlined your stomach down to your pelvis, gradually dragging off the lacy red panties, making you anxious as your eyes followed his fingers dragging off the delicate panties. Extending your legs, looking at the panties fully being extracted, and throwing them to the other side of the bedroom. The cold air ghosted against your cunt, as your legs trembled.

"Corio.." You whined, you were embarrassed, the feeling of butterflies fluttering around your stomach, "I'm just enjoying my Christmas present, darling" He inched his face, whispering to your ear, as his fingers danced to your delicate petals inching to the bud. His fingers gradually inserted his digits into you, a strife of moans coming out of your lips, as you curved your back up in pleasure. His fingers pulling out of you unbearably slow and plunging back in making you tense up. The brutal pace made you break, your chest heaving as you tensed up at his fingers before his fingers picked up in pace, and it turned into a reckless frenzy. His fingers fucking you harshly, flickering your pearl.

A wanton of moans ripping out of your throat, your eyes rolling back in pleasure, his lips connecting to yours, his tongue exploring your cavern, leaning into the intense kiss. His fingers are still at work, fucking you harsily. You lifted your hips up for him to thrusting deeper into your pussy, withdrawing from the kiss, as you stared at Coriolanus with droopy eyes, your lips parting apart.

Turning your head away from him in embarrassment, "Don't look away from me, dove" He gently turns your head to him, pushing a strand of hair away from your face. Your body felt hot, sweat dripping off of your body. His fingers drove into your cunt, the sloshing sound of your slick, your body getting hotter. Feeling a hot wave of pleasure crashing onto you, curving your back up as your juices mixed with your slick, tensing up your hands against the sheets. Feeling his fingers leaving your cunt, covered in clear fluids. Your cheeks reddened in embarrassment, "You made a mess" Coriolanus said, flickering your eyes at his frame, your hands taking his arm, surprising him. Placing his cum-coated fingers in your mouth, your tongue swirling against his fingertips, staring at him with doe eyes.

His eyes lit up with amusement, as you cleaned his fingers, pulling out his hands from your mouth, saliva coating his fingers. "Are you sure this is your first time, dove" He whispers with delight, you nod, "I want..to satisfy you, Corio" you mumble from your lips, "You are" he cups your cheek, "No..I want to pleasure you, please" your doe eyes looking at his cold eyes. His lips parted at your innocent appearance. Before you sat up, leading him down onto the large bed, your knee digging into the sheet as you pulled off his pants along with his boxers.

Feeling yourself swallowing at the size of his cock, as it strung up. The tip with an angry tip and is covered in colored veins.

Your hand slowly strokes it, your ears hearing groans slipping out of his mouth. Your fingers rub the tip. "Fuck, Y/N" he groans, "Is everything okay?" you questioned, feeling anxious that you're hurting him, "Yes, fuck" he muttered before you took his cock whole into your mouth, your tongue swirling the tip, hearing moans. Your head bobbing up and down his shaft, his moans getting louder, feeling his hands tangled in your hair, as you looked up at his trembling form.

His hand forced you down, making you gag. Tears pricking up on your waterline, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose. As he face fucked you, salvia drooling down your chin, moaning against his touch. Feeling yourself getting wetter, your doe eyes look up.

His hands never leaving your hair as he forced you down before he released his load down your throat, the bitter-salty taste hitting your tongue. Feeling his cock soften in your mouth, withdrawing from him. "Did I do good" you cocked your head to the side, as he examined at you, making note of your half-naked form. His hands making contact with your cheek, as he caressed gently.

He just nodded as you looked at his member harden, as you crawled on top of his body. His hand makes its way on the top of your lingerie, taking it off, and discarding it. Placing your hands on his shoulder, feel his hand on your waist, as you lowered yourself down on his cock. Feeling searing pain in your lower abdomen, stifling a groan from your lips. You felt his hands on your hips dragging you down, bottoming himself, "it's too big... corio" you quivered, "Your doing so well, dove" he gently lift your chin up slightly, as you stared at him.

His hips gently thrust up into your cunt, making you shiver in delight, biting your lip down. Your nails dig deeper into his shoulder making him groan, resting your head on his shoulder, adjusting to the pain. "I'm going to move, okay... Dove" he whispered, you nodded your head at the statement, before feeling his hands on the plush of your bottom, the slow-motion as he gripped your hips feeling his cock leaving you and his then lowering your hips down.

Tears prick on your waterline, biting your lips at the discomfort, his hands rubbing your waist. His hands picking up speed, picking and dropping you down on his cock, the gradually simmering moment of pain, turning into pleasure in your core, moans coming from your lips, throwing your head back in thrill. "Corio" you whined, his pelvis thrusting up. His cock rubbing at your cervix. Your body riding him, feeling addicted to his touch. "Corio–corio" your mouth chanting his name like a prayer, "I'm close..please" You were breathless, his cock slipping out of you and in. Feeling a wave of satisfaction crashing down on you, moans ripping out of you. The lewd sounds of your body mixing with his, your high-pitched moans ripping out your throat.

Feeling his cock leaving you, making you whine, "Lay down" he whispered, pecking your lips as you obey, laying down as he line up with you, pushing his cock into you, thrusting in and out of you, your this bouncing on impact, his hands pressing your legs down on your chest. "Fuck" he groans, his hands pressing your legs closer to you, into a missionary position. Feeling him deep inside you, "Corio–I'm close" you cried out, adjusting your arms around his neck.

His mouth connects to your neck, sucking the vulnerable flesh, you whined out on impact. "I'm close too" he grunted, his pace getting faster, the melody of slapping skin echoing through the room. "Inside please" you whispered, pulling Coriolanus closer to you, feeling your orgasm crashing down on you, moaning out.

Feeling his hot load filling you, his mouth crashing into you, moaning against him. The sensation of his cock dragging out of you, makes you whine. Sweat covers your body, cringing at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you. Your eyes hesitantly looking down, staring at the mess between your legs, light pink liquid dripping out of you.

"Merry Christmas, Corio" you exclaimed, your tired form not letting you stand up, discomfort ringing through your body. Your eyes flicker at the colored stained window, snow falling decorating the scene. Feeling the bed bending at his weight and leaning onto you, leaving a kiss on your lips, "Merry Christmas, my love"

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erwinsvow · 19 days

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not to derail at all but i see your kook!reader (cause I love it, and how catty she is) at midsummers and raise you, pogue!reader having to choose between jj and rafe, when the gang decide to ditch the party. she’s there as kie’s +1 and when the whole thing goes tits up reader is stuck between the guy she’s been crushing on for years or the kook king who clearly has the hots for her which she not against.

also, you are genuinely one of my fave writers on this hellsite 😍😍😍 notifications on and every thing

baby i am gonna sob you are SOOO nice. notifs on? i am so beyond flattered. i love u <33 this idea is GOLDEN oh my god the brainrot im having rn. im gonna try to write a little for you but i cant even put it into words

kiara said you'd make the whole thing a lot more bearable. plus, out of your little pogue group, you were her parents' unspoken favorite, so it just seemed natural for you to tag along to midsummers as her plus one.

and as much you loved your best friend and thought the world of her for inviting you, your heart was pounding your chest while you got ready in kie's bedroom, applying make up and curling your hair and putting on your best (and one of your only nice clothes) dress.

dolled up like this, you even looked the part of the kook princess that you were sure was rafe cameron's type.

even the idea of thinking about him, and impressing him or him seeing you like this, felt guilty. it made a painfully acrid taste shoot into your mouth and run through your blood—there was no one your friends hated more than the boy you'd had a crush on for as long as you can remember.

it was stupid, ever even talking to him, getting involved and sneaking off for late night drives in his truck and meeting up in hidden corners where no one else could see. that's all it was though, secret encounters and a few kisses.

you hadn't let it progress further, knowing how your friends would react, knowing how rafe is. you keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, for him to tell you you're just like your pogue friends that he hates so much. he doesn't, though, that's what makes this so much harder.

out of all your friends, the idea of one in particular finding out there was or had been or was going to be something between you and rafe made you feel dizzy and uncomfortable all over. jj was always your closest friend, always the one you relied on for everything—he had helped you countless heartbreaks and emotions and moments of doubt.

a small part of you had always thought the two of you would end up together. everyone joked about it, pope and john digging into him for carrying you home when you get too drunk or lost your shoes on the beach, kiara teasing you when she finds out jj slept over your place again.

the idea of either finding out about your attachment for the other made you feel queasy. walking into midsummers with kie, the hem of your yellow dress rustling near your thighs, you thought you were safe since only rafe would be there tonight. you thought wrong.

rafe is talking to you when jj shows up.

"y'look nice." you stare up at him, unsure of what to say. "what? now i can't say somethin' nice?"

"when do you ever say something nice?" you ask, but your smile reveals itself before you can hold it back. rafe looks at you like he could get used to seeing you like this.

"m'always nice to you. i don't know, kid, this is nice. y'should come to the club with me some time." you laugh, looking down at your shoes.

"i don't know about all that-"

"hey, you. mandatory power hour at rixon's. c'mon, princess." you turn to see jj, face bruised and knuckles bleedng. you look back at rafe, and he looks smug, it's only then you notice his messed up hair.

"jayj? what's going on?"

"rafe, i mean this in the most disrespectful way possible, go away. tryna have a talk with my girl here, so-" your face burns.

"m'sorry, your girl?"

"apology not accepted. so if you could direct yourself over there to fuck off, that would be fantas-"

"j, wha- what's going on? how long have you been here?"

"long enough for cameron over here to set his little lap dogs on me. c'mon, i'm getting kie and pope and then we gotta go-"

"but, i, i-" you stop yourself, to think about what to say, when rafe cuts you off again.

"she's not going anywhere, we're having a conversation that you interrupted, fuckin' pogue."

"botherin' pretty girls, yeah, that sounds about right. get it through your thick skull, bud, she's not interested-"

"um, guys-" rafe shrugs, staring back at jj.

"that's not what she said last night. or the night before. so how about you do yourself a favor-"

"fuck's he talking about, princess?" jj looks at you, and you look at him, and then rafe, head spinning.

"yeah, kid, the fuck is he talkin' about?"

the glass in your hand drops and shatters when you faint and fall over.

#hahah she had to faint to get out of this mess yall !!!#this was so fun to write i adore u so much <3 #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #jj maybank

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dynsdiary · 3 months

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━━ mother nature

pairing : ellie williams x fem!reader

warnings : mentions of blood, r is on period, soft ellie, cramps and all that, pet names (baby & sweetheart)

divider : @cafekitsune

a/n : I REALLY LIKES THE PICTURES I CHOOSE ON PINTEREST also, im having a the worse cramp while writing this

DAILY CLICK

DONT BUY TLOU GAMES

WAYS TO HELP PALESTINE

The sun was slowly peaking through the curtains as you and Ellie lay in bed together. As you toss and turn in the bed, your stomach cramps up and your stomach hurts. Ellie slowly wakes up because of your constant movements and turns her head to see you, groaning and clutching your belly.

"Are you okay?" Ellie asked worriedly.

She can tell that something is off, she sits up and sees that there's blood on the bedsheet. Ellie slowly nudged you to wake you up as you let out a small groan, feeling queasy and in pain.

"Baby, I need you to wake up, for me" Ellie softly said into your ear as she gave your back massages.

You groan when you feel another cramp hit you like a bus, or maybe even worse.

Then, Ellie gently helps you sit up, when you see the blood stains on the bedsheet you feel a mixture of embarrassment and relief. You're embarrassed because you've just realized why you've been having stomach cramps and you're relieved because you got your period.

Ellie, on the other hand, looks concerned. Her soft smile and warm touch make you feel safe and loved. When she gently helps you sit up and sees the blood stains on the bedsheet, it's like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. She doesn't judge you or make you feel ashamed - she just helps you.

"Let's get you into the bath, sweetheart” Ellie said as she held your hand to the bathroom.

You let her help you into the bathroom and watch her prepare a hot bath for you. After that, she left the bathroom, letting you clean yourself up. You undress and step into the refreshingly warm water, letting it soothe your aching muscles.

While you are in the bathroom, Ellie gently removes the old sheets from the bed and folds them up, placing them in a basket for laundry later.

She then went to the bathroom and knocked on the door asking for your dirty clothes, "Is the door locked, baby? I want to take your dirty clothes". She heard you say no and opened the door.

"Hi" you smiled at her in the bathtub as she grabbed your dirty clothes.

Once she got it all, Ellie placed the clothes and the dirty bedsheet into the washing machine, setting the settings on low-heat and delicate.

After she started the machine, she put on the fresh and clean bedsheets on the bed. As the laundry began washing, Ellie made you a cup of warm lemon honey and some light snacks, knowing that you might not be feeling your best.

Ellie always had been this gentle with you, she loves taking care of you.

She just loves being there for you, both good and bad.

Then, she came back and helped you into the shower, washing your hair and body. She made sure that you were clean and that the warm water helped relieve your cramping.

As Ellie washed your hair, you felt the tension and stress from earlier melt away. The warm water running down your body, combined with Ellie's gentle touch, was a soothing and calming sensation.

"You don't have to do all this for me, Ellie" you said quietly as Ellie's fingers washed your hair, untangling them.

"I know, but I want to" Ellie looked at you and kissed your cheek.

You just smile, feeling grateful for having a lover like her.

"You gotta close your eyes for me, yeah" Ellie instructed you.

You feel warm water running through your hair and your body, as everything has been washed and conditioner. Ellie left to grab your towel and a pair of cleaned clothes for you to wear.

As you step out of the shower, you feel refreshed and rejuvenated. Ellie hands you a towel and a clean pair of clothes, and you quickly get dressed. You admire how organized Ellie is and how well she takes care of you, even on your period day.

When you get out of the bathroom with towels in your hand as you try to dry your hair, you are surprised to see the bed is all cleaned and made up. You called out Ellie's name and heard her in the kitchen.

You went to the kitchen and saw Ellie carrying a warm cup of honey lemon and some fruits for your tummy. Ellie places the cup and bowl of fruit on top of the coffee table as you sit on the sofa.

Ellie smiles at you, "Drink up, but be careful it's still hot" she warns you as she takes a grape to eat it.

You blow it first before taking a sip of it, the honey lemon helps soothe your throat and reduces the pain of your cramps. After you finished drinking it, both of you went back to bed.

The dishes can be done later.

Ellie resting her body against the headboard as you're lying on her arms, snuggle closer. She looked beside her and spotted her book on the side table and grabbed it.

"Are you comfy?" Ellie's eyebrows were knitted together.

You nodded as you responded to her question.

She opens the book to the page where she left her bookmark, the sound of the pages flipping making a soft rustling sound. She begins to read quietly and gives you her soft touches on your back.

"Read it for me, Els" you requested as you snuggled closer to her neck and sniffed her scent.

"Wouldn't want to bore you" Ellie admitted.

She was reading a book about space and astrology and despite it being her course, she still reads it for fun, sometimes you would take an interest in it.

You shaked your head as a no and Ellie kissed your temple as she began to read.

Ellie's voice was soothing and melodic, her tone as she read was almost like a lullaby, as she started reading about the constellations, the stars and the planets. You felt your eyelids getting heavy, as her voice was calming you to sleep.

"Thank you for taking care of me" you mumbled as you felt your eyes getting heavier and heavier each moment passed.

"It's not a big deal, you would do the same for me, right?" she said as her hand continued to massage your back.

"I would, and I'm sorry if I was being a burden or anything" you looked down at her chest, inhaling and exhaling the oxygen.

She looked down at you and her index finger pulled your chin. As Ellie's eyes meet yours, you can see the love and care in her gaze.

"Don't say that you know how much I love taking care of you" she reaches out her hand gently, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

Bless her little heart.

You feel her breath on your skin as she leans in and gives you a gentle kiss. She smiles at you, and you feel your heart melt. Even in the midst of your period, she makes you feel special and loved.

Ellie continued to read again and you could feel her soft, warm breath on your ear as she read, and you slowly drifted off into a deep sleep. You felt safe and loved, wrapped in her arms, as she read to you.

You can't imagine anything better than this, just lying in her arms, feeling loved and protected.

You can feel her body warmth against your back as she wraps her arms around your tummy and rubs it, and her breathing becomes even and regular as she too, falls asleep. The room fills with silence, except for the slow tick of the clock and the sound of the rain outside.

REMINDER !!

that neil is a zionist and therefore dont buy his games, doesnt matter remastered or not !!!

before you leave, have you DONATE TO PALESTINE today? ITS FREE TOO !!

#written by dayana ❦#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fluff #ellie williams x female reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams x you #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie williams x y/n

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mucherbuncher · 3 months

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Daryl x Reader

daryl x reader fic

requested by my mutual

this is my first time actually writing a one shot on tumblr and honestly i’m so exited. i’m still tryna figure out this app bc i literally downloaded it feb. 7th so plz forgive me i’m just a girl. also ignore that none of the “i”s are capitalized i really don’t care.

HOW DO YALL CHECK THAT WORD COUNT??

no warnings other than talking about eating sun disgusting ass food

if i do a part two there’ll be sm!t 🫣

I drew into the dirt absentmindedly with my fingers, bored out of my goddamn mind while Daryl cooks a snake over the fire. I didn’t look at it, because as queasy as i already was from hunger i wasn’t gonna make it worse. I had already eaten a few worms yesterday, something i’d never thought i would’ve done. To be honest, it was Daryl’s idea.

I had been doing everything to stay by his side after the prison fell, including silently obeying him and following him around like a lost puppy. I probably could survive on my own, but having someone by my side made it way easier. I got lucky being stuck with him, at least in the survival sense. Emotionally, or even socially, he was on airplane mode. He barely spoke, barely even looked at me. I didn’t mind it so much for a day or two, but it’s about to be day four. I couldn’t take it anymore.

He used his dirty knife to cut the snake in half, then peeled the skin off. It sorta reminded me of those giant gummy worms that you could get at a candy store, except pink and charred with visible bones.

“Here.” He reached across the small fire to hand me it. I looked up in disgust, hesitantly reaching out to eat the… thing.

It was chewy, like a well done steak. It didn’t taste like that though. It tasted pretty earthy, almost like a bug or something. The closest thing i can compare it too was grasshopper flavored fish. Wow, so appetizing.

I ate my entire half, and ripping off a small piece of rib bone from the spine to clean my teeth. I stared into the fire, like Daryl did. I used the back of my hand to wipe my mouth, unfortunately only spreading more dirt onto my face. Daryl looked about the same.

“What are we doing?” I blurted out, my voice a little hoarse from not talking all day.

Daryl looked up from the fire, staring at me blankly. His eyes practically glowed that pretty steel blue color, and I already felt slightly unnerved from his stare.

“Are we even gonna try to look for anyone, or are we just gonna keep running everyday?” I continued on, my voice growing stronger as I felt more emotions setting in.

“No point.” He grunted after a few seconds of silence.

“But there is. We need the rest of the group, they could all be still alive, together, maybe.”

“Look around, do ya see anyone waitin for us?” He spat, his voice getting a little louder.

“Your a tracker, so track.” I hissed, my eyes narrowed as i felt more and more frustrated with this man.

“Fine. Get yer ass up.” Before I could even think or retort back, He grabbed his crossbow and started kicking dirt into our little fire.

“Daryl, it’s dark…” I muttered, suddenly feeling small at the way he’s acting so pissed.

“This whatchu want, right?” He grabs my arm and yanks me upwards, and I stumble a little before tearing my arm back.

“Stop. Stop it right now.” I stare into his eyes, clenching my jaw a little in anger.

He starts pacing, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He’s trying to hide his face from me.

“There ain’t no point… what if- what if they’re all gone? I can’t… i won’t…” He wipes his eyes with the back of his arm, and i realize, he’s fucking crying. I can handle children crying, even other girls. But when a grown man cries… it makes me want to start sobbing.

My heart sinks and i feel an awful twinge in my stomach. I shouldn’t have pushed him. Fuck me…

“Hey…” My mouth has gone dry, i’m not totally sure what to do here. With the fire gone, and only the moonlight to allow me to see his face, im struggling.

“S’ not… I don’t know what to do.” He chokes a little, and that was my final straw. I pull him in towards me, grabbing his huge tan arms gently. I take the back of his head and put it against my neck, rubbing his back gently. His hands fall limply at his sides as he gives up.

“S’ gonna be alright. We can start lookin tomorrow, alright? You’ve got me. I’m here.” I speak softly and slowly as i reassure him. I’m hoping i’m saying all the right things. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly, restricting my breathing a little.

I hold him there for a long time, rubbing his back slowly as he silent cries into my shoulder. It felt right, comforting him. I was good at it. He needed this badly, and i hoped my optimism would rub off on him.

I pull his head off my shoulder, cupping his face in my hands. They look tiny here, holding him like this. I wipe some of the tears off his pretty face with my thumbs. His eyes bore into the ground, not meeting mine. I knew he felt embarrassed, but it was just the two of us. I wasn’t going to tell a single soul, nobody could make me spill his secrets even through torture.

I brush away some of his greasy brown hair, kissing his forehead gently. His eyes snapped up to meet mine. Shit… was that too much? I force myself to keep a calm expression, gazing at his puffy red eyes.

“M’ gonna start the fire again, okay?” I say gently. He nods, taking a step back and sitting down on the ground.

I fumble the lighter a little in my hands as i grab the kindling, and a small flame peeks through. i slowly start adding more fuel, until a steady flame is going. I scoot back to sit next to Daryl again, gently guiding his body down until his head is resting on my lap.

“C’mere.”

His huge body weighs down on my thigh, but I honestly didn’t care at all. I brushed my fingers through his messy hair, careful to not tug on any knots as i did so. He looked sorta beautiful like this.

Wait what the fuck. My mind started racing. This man was easily forty years old, covered in dirt and sweat and walker blood. Id known him and treated him like a friend for nearly two years now, but now… I treated him as if he was glass. He probably felt like it, broken after standing strong against all the hardship he’s faced his whole life. I knew bits and pieces, how he depended on Merle since he couldn’t rely on his shitty dad. His mom has been gone since he was a child.

I needed to be here for him. He’s become my protector, but I, a young woman, cared for him in a way i hadn’t for anyone else in a long time.

His chest rose and fell peacefully, and I knew he was starting to fall asleep. There wasn’t much to protect us from the elements other than a small wool blanket we’d been sharing for the past few days. I grabbed my bag, and carefully moved his head off my thighs to rest on the bag instead. I stepped around his body and curled up against his chest, making myself little spoon. I grabbed his crossbow, curling that close to my body just in case. I felt his arm swing around me, pulling me just a bit closer than i already was.

“Ya okay here?” He asked, speaking softly into my ear.

“Mhm.” His deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. I closed my eyes, smiling just a little. What a funny man.

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #twd daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine #daryl x female reader #daryl dixion x reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 3 months

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Caine x reader who can do impressions/alter their voice

actually i lied i might write this one and then lay down since my stomach hurt. i, dumbly, decided to quickly drink a bottle of water in less than 5 minutes and its kind of upsetting my stomach. "oh im dehydrated, let me just get all the water in now to solve the problem faster" no you dumbdumb!! thats how you get queasy!!!

oh hes going to ask you to mimic just about everyone in the circus. him, pomni, bubble, kinger. literally everyone. this includes NPCs too, if they can speak hes going to ask you to try to mimic the voice

god forbid he finds out you can copy sound effects too... youd never hear the end of it

no but hes going to have so much fun watching you just. switch up your voice

i dont know if this was just me, but do you guys remember watching people do cartoon character impressions and being totally mesmerized by it/impressed? thats caine. like yeah sure its safe to assume he can probably also copy other peoples voices, with him being an AI... but seeing someone else do it just hits different!

oh please please utilize your talent to make him laugh, hes going to be giggling the entire time

lean in to kiss him and do a peter griffin voice/j

cant tell if he would be mortified or bust out laughing... maybe both, probably a first few seconds of terror before he starts cackling

not many ideas for this one this is more so a "type of reader i think caine can have fun with" post

going back to the sound effect idea just know that if he ever has an IHA based around the circus members having to do a show, just know youre likely going to fall into the sound effects/music person for the show; be it because caine made the IHA naturally put you in that position or another circus member puts you there

will absolutely go insane if you copy his voice

"mimicry is the highest form of flattery, my dear" except hes half joking, he genuinely is a little flustered that you would want to have his voice

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #caine x you #caine imagine

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elsmstrss · 1 year

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hi, love!! i was wondering if you could write something about ellie x gn! or fem! reader something g that goes like reader is found on a patrol around jackson and is brought in bc her family is dead and she’s alone. and so she meets ellie and kind of looks up to her and had a little crushy crush (like riley and ellie + their age gap). so like the reader is 15 and ellie is 17 and like ahahahhshahsjshskdjdi. they both have little crushes and eventually they have a sleepover and have a little innocent cute kiss 😭😭. so yeah basically just traumatized reader looking up to older!ellie (who’s like riley) and then they become friends with crushes and kiss!! love you lots 🫶🏼 and pls take care of your mental health before worrying about writing!

-star anon ⭐️⭐️

hello star anon <3 i have work in 4 hours but im writing this instead of sleeping because this prompt is so adorable it makes me sick !! also im gonna try and not make this too long so here's just a short blurb (edit: it definitely ended up being longer than intended i-)

When I met you

tags: ellie x gn!reader , fluff . tinsy but of angst , mentions of blood and death, teenage typical awkwardness , girls kissing , fluffy , traumatized!reader , sleepovers!! , also i didn't proofread this leave me alone it is midnight and i am falling alseep

You were horrified, trembling and covered in blood that wasn't yours. Bodies surrounded your fragile form, staining the snow red. The biting cold seeps through your pants as you fall to your knees. You barely remembered the events just moments ago, it all happening so fast.

Flashes of red, bodies hitting the snow, terrified screams, blade piercing flesh, silence. You squeeze your eyes closed, trying to focus on your breathing.

You and your family had heard of a small town, deep in Wyoming. Coming all the way from the other side of the country, barely escaping with your lives many times. Whether it be infected, starvation, or the elements, death was always right on your tail.

Well, I guess your luck was bound to run out sometime.

But why now? After everything, after being so close.

The thought causes a small tear to escape your eye and fall down your cheek. You sniffle, glancing down at your blood stained hands, grip loose around the knife you had used to take down the infected that had got your parents, had almost got you.

You hear some shuffling to your right, your hand tightening around the handle of your knife. You have almost no energy left, exhaustion pulling on your nerves and bones but when you start hearing voices, quiet mumbles and harsh whispers. You're trying, god you're trying so hard. Why can't you just breath? But you can't help how heavy your eyelids droop, vision blurring.

"Hey, we got a girl! Over here, quickly!" the voices get louder. You need to act fast, get the hell out of there.

Just as you finally mentally prepare yourself, you shift your weight, ready to stand. The movement must've been too sudden because you feel an instant rush to your head. You groan, the feeling making you queasy. Finally managing to your feet, you sway slightly, causing you to look down at your feet, hoping it will make you feel a bit more stable.

That was a mistake because the second you look down, you lock eyes with the lifeless stare of your mother, a random infected burrowed in her neck with a stab wound in its own.

The sight makes the queasiness a million times worse and you're struggling to breath again. Your breaths become erratic and short, lungs burning from the bite of the cold air.

You feel a hesitant hand on your shoulder followed by a whisper. You don't hear what's said because you immediately start screaming. The sound was sharp and it ripped through your throat.

You scream and scream and scream. You scream until there is nothing left and your vocal cords are raw. You let out the very last bit of whatever energy was left and began falling. It felt like slow motion, your vision going black.

When you came too, it was all too much. You had awoken in a random building, lights dim and warm, alone. You were clean, void of all grime and gore. Your body felt like lead and you could barely turn your head to observe your surroundings. You seemed to have been in a small room, on a bed with a wooden chair in the corner. You looked to your right and saw a small table with a glass of water and small note.

For when you wake up

-Maria

It couldn't have been longer than five minutes before the door had creaked open. The noise caused you to lurch forward, hand coming to your back on instinct, only to find that your knife wasn't there.

It was a woman. She had short blonde hair and cleft chin, hands up in a defensive position. "Woah, hey there! It's alright. I just came to check up on ya. Glad to see your awake," she rushes out.

You don't say anything, reluctantly laying back against the pillows, already tired from the action.

"I'm Maria. Welcome to Jackson." Your eyes widen at the familiar name. Jackson. The place you and your parents fought so hard to find. The place your parents will never get to see. You were alone.

Your palms feel sweaty all of a sudden and your damned breathing started faltering. You squeeze your eyes shut, hands closing into fists, panic settling in. You feel like your falling again, even though your still in the bed and you want to cry but not in front of this stranger, and-

Warmth envelopes your form. Your eyes shoot open and you freeze. Maria was holding you, your head tucked into her chest.

You both stayed like that for a moment before Maria reaches over and presses something cool to your lips. It's the glass of water and it wasn't until then when you realized how dry your throat was, and so sore.

Maria smiles softly at you before placing the glass in your hands and brushing a stray hair from your face.

"You don't have to be alone here."

It's been three months since then and you've settled in to the community nicely.

After Maria showed you around and explained all the details of the commune, you became drawn to the stables. Your parents had lived on a farm together before the outbreak, always talking about how peaceful life was. How they hoped to find one for the three of you one day.

You spent every day since in the stables, reading about horses and how to take care of one. You excelled in riding lessons and was almost immediately assigned to stable duty.

You had been tending to the horses when you first met Ellie. You had seen her before. In the dining halls or even when she would come and pick Shimmer up before patrol training.

She was a bit older than you, an air of maturity surrounded her. She was so cool. And you maybe had a little teeny weeny crush on her. Ellie always threw you polite smiles and small waves but your interactions were never more than that.

Until one day, you were brushing Shimmer out, cooing and softly whispering sweet words to the horse. You couldn't help it, you found the horses just too cute.

"Aww does horsey like being pampered? Ohh yes the best gir-" The sound of a low giggle cuts you off, you flinch from the small spook and your eyes blow wide as you notice the source of the sound.

"Oh," you mumble, shocked to see Ellie herself just a few steps away from you and Shimmer, 'hello".

"Hey. Y/n, right?" you were surprised that Ellie knew your name. All you could do was nod. "You seem to know a lot about horses" she adds.

You nod slowly, again.

"Well, uh if you don't mind..."

"Oh! yeah, yes! Sorry," you back away from Shimmer, watching as Ellie saddles her up and wraps the reins around her hand.

"Guess I'll see you around?" Ellie tilts her down slightly to meet you eyes.

"Um, yeah! For sure," you swallow nervously and Ellie just smirks and turns on her heels, slightly tugging the reins for Shimmer to follow her.

You don't know why but Ellie started showing up to the stables a lot more frequently after that. At first you thought she was taking up more patrol shifts but you quickly realized she never took a horse with her when she would leave.

You quickly became close with the older girl, sharing a similar sense of humor, getting on Joel's nerves together or sneaking away to the movies.

And you told Ellie everything. How you made it to Jackson, how you think you might like girls too, how you fear being alone. She just always knew what to say, what you needed in that moment.

"Being alone is a fear I have too. I'm not sure if it will ever go away but you'll meet people who will make you forget," Ellie pauses and ruffles your head, causing frizzy flyaways to sprout from your hair. You go to complain but she cuts you off, "Like when I met you".

Your cheeks flush from Ellie's confession, shoving her hands away from your hair, fingers lingering maybe a bit too long.

Ellie had invited you over later that week.

"Bring some pajamas," was all she said before rushing off with Shimmer.

You had anticipated the sleepover all day, trying to find ways to stay busy and pass the time. You had spent lots of nights at Ellie's place but it was never for longer than a couple hours, and definitely never to sleep over.

The sun was setting when you heard a swift knock at your door. You rushed the door, reminding yourself to play it cool before swinging the door open.

Ellie was waiting there in all her glory, a little tired but she seemed excited for the evening as well. "Ready?"

You shove your feet into your shoes and scoop your backpack up that was already packed and ready at the door. "Mhm!"

You follow her back to her place, shoulders brushing and listening to her retell the events of her short patrol that day.

"Anyways I have some super fun things planned for tonight," she says over her shoulder as she pushes open the door to her room.

"Yeah? Like what?" you ask, dropping your bag and toeing your shoes off at the door.

"Top secret. Super confidential, sorry," she teases. You roll your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips because everything that Ellie says you find amusing.

The night goes as any other time you two hang out. You doodle together, or play some random card game, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. After Joel brings some food in for you both, that's when Ellie decides it's time to bust out the surprise.

"Okay!" she claps, "pajama time. Shoo shoo, go change," you sigh, slightly annoyed to be cutting your meal short but you oblige because you could never say no to Ellie.

By the time you come out of the bathroom, dressed in a huge hoodie, sleep shorts, and some fuzzy socks on your feet that Ellie had brought back from one of her patrols. It was a small gift but it always made you feel warm inside when you knew that Ellie thought of you.

"Are you gonna finally tell me what all the fuss is about?" you whine, plopping down on the bed next to her. She had also changed into something more comfortable. Seeing Ellie in her pajamas caused this overwhelming desire to latch onto her like a koala and never let go. She just looked so cozy.

"Don't know. You don't seem all that excited, maybe we should just go to sleep-" Ellie sighs, stifling a laugh at your annoyed expression.

You shove her shoulder playfully and Ellie clears her throat. "Drumroll please". You pat your thigh rapidly, the beat erratic, then Ellie whips out what seems to be some sort of comic.

Your eyes widen when as you recognize the cover, It was the sixth issue of Savage Starlight, a comic book Ellie had convinced you to read and effectively got you hooked on. It was something you both had in common and would often spend hours gushing over the story.

"No way! How did you get you hands on this!?" you reach for the comic book, rotating and examining it, grip gentle as to not ruin the obviously deteriorating cover.

"Found it a few days ago in an old bookstore. Was thinking maybe we could read it. Together," Ellie almost sounded shy. You nod your head excitedly, looking up at her.

"Yes! A thousand times yes!" you bounce a little on the mattress, smile wide, eyes nearly closed from how hard your grinning.

Ellie's can't help but feel so fond, your reaction worth almost getting mauled by an infected for the comic. Your enthusiasm dies down a bit as you notice Ellie's eyes on you. You start to feel a little self-conscious, face flushing pink.

It was that exact moment that Ellie couldn't keep it it any longer.

"Can I kiss you?"

You freeze, mouth slightly agape in shock. Did you hear her right? Ellie Williams wants to kiss me?

"Um, sure," your answer shocks you even more but you cant bring yourself to take it back because your lips are instantly met with Ellie's. Your stomach swoops, filling with butterflies as her slightly chapped lips stay pressed to your softer ones and your eyes slip shut.

Ellie is the first to pull away and you open your eyes to see she's still close, her own cheeks dusted pink. It wasn't anything but short and sweet, no longer than a peck but you couldn't help the happiness that bubbled up.

"C'mon," Ellie breaks the silence, "let's start the comic."

You glance down at your lap shyly, smile never leaving your face as you nod. "Yeah, okay."

And so you spend the rest of the night, shoulders pressed together as Ellie reads out the comic to you in silly voices, eventually falling into a comfortable slumber, head rested on Ellie's shoulder.

#is this good? idk #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams imagine

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request for lottie taking care of transmasc reader after they crash and readers leg is broken?? im actually not sure how requesting works BUT YEA IF YOU WRITE IT THANKS SO MUCH👌

"here."

you look up and see lottie holding out a chocolate bar for you, a small smile on her face. you feel queasy at the thought of eating anything right now, but you appreciate the gesture. you take the bar and place it on your lap, quietly thanking her.

"i brought a few snacks on the flight that i was saving but you need it more than me." her voice is soft, which makes your heart flutter. you look to her and smile as she sits down next to you, careful not to get too close. "how's your leg?"

"still broken," you sigh, closing your eyes and resting your head against the tree. the sunlight feels warm on your face and if you weren't in immense pain right now, you think you would be able to take a short nap. "but better. thanks to you."

lottie's been taking care of your leg since you all crashed. you couldn't remember anything beforehand, but lottie had said your leg had been crushed under one of the seats. she wouldn't leave your side after that - apparently, she had only pulled you from out of the plane moments before it had blown up.

she blushes at your praise, hiding her smile with a bite of her lip. slowly, she rests her head on your shoulder, wrapping her arms around yours. you kiss her head gently, still being able to smell her strawberry perfume.

"we should change your bandages later." she murmurs.

you hum in response. "later. but for now, let me rest."

#lottie matthews thoughts 💭#lottie matthews x reader

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Ever Unlocked

Part 13: 10-54

Part 12: They’re… Yours?

pairing: Officer!Leon Kennedy x Coroner’s Assistant!Reader

warnings: small violence, gaslighting, blame shifting

extra: i’m so sorry this took so much longer, we had a trip to another state and i couldn’t write while i was there but here we have Part 13, this book is soon coming to a close but Ever Locked will take over as soon as this one ends. It will be much longer and i have so so so so so much planned for it. I’m off tomorrow, tonight i work a late night shift but tomorrow im writing Part 14.

10-54, 10-54, 10-54. What an ending to a day full of surprises and shit shows, like a 10-54, Delaney Street, Ridgecrest Apartments. That damn two tone apartment building.

"Apartment 14, Ronda Jones, found deceased with her neck slit...", Rebecca's fingers flip the page back down, her pointer finger moving over the inked words once more as she re-reads the pages. "They're sure it's her?", the trauma was heavy in her voice as she asked her boss the redundant question. "Yeah.", Rebecca turned back towards her assistant whose hand was clawing at the door. Her knuckles white as she peeked around the corner. "I'm so sorry, i know you talked about her from time to time.", Rebecca's pity filled look was more than she could handle.

"Hey-", Rebecca's clipboard was pressed to her chest, her concerned look just drove the nail deeper into her heart. "Why don't i have Leon take you home? His shift is almost over and-", a sob ripped from her lips as she nodded, her hands pressed into her eyes as she turned away from the body on the metal table. "Come on...", Rebecca's hand was quickly placed on her shoulder, rubbing against the lab coat fabric as she guided her assistant back into the main part of the office. "I'm gonna get Leon, you just sit down and get ready to go.", Rebecca's tone was so sweet, calming. Part of her wanted to ask her if she saw anything, she knew the girl would need to be interviewed and spoken to as the neighbor... Watching the assistant sit in her chair, elbows on her knees as her chest heaved with another sob. Rebecca wasn't sure how to help, they dealt with death all the time, constantly near the bodies and sadness that came with the career... but when it was someone you know, someone so close and to be murdered in her own apartment, the same one that she stayed in? Rebecca couldn't imagine the weight.

As she opened the door to step out and find the blonde haired man, she felt her stomach become queasy. She thought about her unlocked window... her unlocked door... it could've been her. Her stomach twisted and turned as she covered her mouth with her hand, the bile taste rising to her throat. She stepped forwards, bumping into something hard, her hand reaching out to grab onto the obstacle. A soft grunt met her ears, her eyes snapping up to the familiar face. Her lips quivered, the numb feeling coming back as she started to sob, her hands clinging onto the vest and the radio digging into her cheek. "Hey, hey...", Leon immediately grabbed her, he felt sick himself. He hadn't meant for her to see it, he just wanted the woman gone... he really hadn't planned very well.

He heard someone clearing their throat, his eyes lifting to see Rebecca, her finger pointing to the girl in his arms as she whispered: 'take her to your place.', to which Leon nodded. He would, he couldn't take her back to hers, he hoped she didn't ask. He ran his free hand down his face, his skin slightly bumped with acne. "Come on, bunny.", he whispered, his lips pressing a kiss onto her head. "Let's get you back home.", he wouldn't admit he knew what happened, he wasn't suppose to know.

"No- no-", she shook her head, "i'm sorry, i'm sorry for earlier, please take me to your place.", she was apologizing and pleading. He felt his heart break, he was cruel and he'd do whatever it took to keep her as his but fuck-! He hadn't meant to scar her for life. He didn't think Rebecca would let her see the body. Then again, his bunny was very unlucky, even if it was his hand that dealt her cards. "Shh. I'm taking you home, what happened?", he didn't want to ask but he had a part to play and he'd be damned if he fucked up now. "Mrs-", she let out a shaky breath, a sob cutting her air off as she gasped. "Jones, murdered-", she couldn't keep talking, her knees nearly gave out as she leaned further into Leon. Her knees buckling and her grip tightening on Leon's vest. His hands came to her elbows, stabilizing her. "Come on, taking you back to my place. Yours isn't safe.", had she been in the better state of mind, she'd ask how he knew her place wasn't safe, but she was too far hysterical right now as Leon lead her out, holding her tight to him.

His hands held her wrists so tight but he needed to keep her up, keep her going as he opened up the door to his Jeep, helping her in. "We'll be home soon, okay?", he felt bad leaving her even if it was just long enough to get in his seat.

He slid in, his keys quickly inserted and cranking the jeep, before he placed his hand on her lap. Her soft crying and muttering had Leon feeling like he'd made a mistake, he wanted to tell her it was all for her, that all of this was for her. She needed to understand sacrifices had to be made for a love as great as theirs- his. He gnawed on the inside of his lip, wearing at the skin as he drove her towards the better side of town. "I need clothes, my tooth brush-", she shook her head, spalling her hands to her thighs. "No, i have extra and you can sleep in my clothes.", he assured her, squeezing above her knee. "I have a tooth brush for you and everything."He had it all for when he finally kept her close, he didn't want her to leave and now was the best way to do so.

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She was safely sitting on his bed, her little skirt rode up and cheeks painted red from tears. She played with her fingers, her eyes stuck to the floor just in front of her. "I have this shirt and-", Leon's voice was the thing to break her from her spaced out mind set. "Hey, i know this is difficult, but come on, let's take your mind off it it.", he smiled, holding up a grey and red shirt, it was a t-shirt with some school logo on the front. She didn't understand how he thought she could just move on from this so quickly. She was mortified that someone was murdered across from her, if she'd been home she may could've stopped them. If she had gone home last night she maybe couldn't stopped them. She didn't see how she was going to return to the shitty little apartment, her hand covered her mouth again. That's scent all morning, she could never find it. It was- Pushing herself off his bed and making the corner to fall on her knees, the cold tile flush to her heated skin. Her hand holding onto the side of the porcelain seat, her chin digging into the rim as hot, disgusting bile purged from her stomach.

Her nose burnt, belly ached as her stomach lurched, trying to release more impure acid. Leon didn't like how much this affected her, he had just killed her, he still felt a bit guilty but sacrifices have been made for many things and their love was the most important to him. Jones' death wasn't for anything, because now that she was here, he wasn't going to let her go back. He was getting annoyed as he watched her lay her cheek on the toilet seat. "Come on-", Leon walked into the bathroom, his hands slipping under her arms as he went to lift her up. "Someone who means a lot to me just died and you want me to be calm?", she out of us and getting pissed she couldn't comprehend how he was just thinking this was nothing. "Leon, my neighbor was murdered.", she looked back at him, her eyes red from the tears and chin slick with vomit. "I can't even comprehend she's gone.", her hand came up to her face, she felt her face twist up with confusion and hurt. "I can't even imagine what she must've felt. If they came one room over, of if they decided to murder more people. I'd be dead-! ", she waved her hand, trying to let everything that happened today come to a closed this was just too much for her to handle and he was acting as if none of it should bother her, how like she not be bothered?

"You're alive, aren't you? She's not, be grateful that you're still here.", his voice sounded... stern. "I'm sure you're scared- i can see as much.", he squatted down next to her, police uniform pants still baggy in some places, he hadn't filled out, yet, but if this was the path he had to take to keep his love, his. Well, Leon wouldn't mind hitting the gym more and planning a bit better. He can't fuck up like this again. He can't be so, careless. His eyes cut to her as he lifted the toilet paper roll, wrapping it around his hand and tearing it. He couldn't become like her, careless and guileless.

"How are you so calm? Why can't you understand that this really does affect me-", she threw her hand into her lap, she was unsure how he remained so neutral after learning of the crime, maybe it was just because he sees this every day, that maybe his heart had hardened just a little from the job. Hers had. Death and despair heavy in the dark oak office, but it was so close to home. "Because, I've seen this more times than i can count in my few months. I've been the one to go to the scene and find them.", his thumb placed itself in the dip of her chin, paper wiping away the slick on her chin. "I understand you're scared and that you were close to her. I really do, bunny. I'm not trying to be cruel.", he was cruel, he was so twisted in the head over her. "I just want you to be grateful that you're alive, no man is going to come here and slit your-", his eyes caught hers, her eyes were as wide as saucers. She had a glint of fear in them as she pushed his chest, trying to make a gap between them. "I-I didn't-", she slid her ass across the tile, her leg extended to keep a distance between them. "I didn't say she has her throat slit.", her mind went reeling back, her toe bumping his chest as he leaned forwards. "What are you doing?", his bright blue eyes now dark as he leaned forwards, narrowing them at the girl. "Are you implying something, bunny? I work at the station, i over heard it-", "no- William and Riley brought her in... you wouldn't have heard it from them because they were with Chief Irons immediately after-", she felt the anger boiling off his skin. "What are you trying to say?!", his voice had a bass to it she never heard before, her fingers curled into a loose fist as she stared at Leon. "You left yesterday morning, you went out and didn't come back for hours...", she whispered.

"I went to get us breakfast- are you saying I'm a murderer?", his leaned further over her, her knee bending back as he stared down at her. "n-no...", his small outbursts, the grabbing and yelling- he wasn't that violent, he wasn't a bad person. None of it made sense though, maybe she was just grasping for straws, her mind so broke over this she was going insane trying to put pieces that didn't belong together. Her eyes snapped back to his, his fingers sliding past her cheek as she flinched from his touch. "If you're going to say something with that much weight to it, be certain of your words, bunny.", he dug his fingers into her chin. "I go out early in the morning to buy you breakfast days in a row, i pick you up from your shitty ass apartment-", the curse sounded so foreign in his vocabulary. "and you have the nerve to throw all of it out and accuse me of murder in the same day?", her lips let out a whimper, his fingers bruising her chin. "You're an ungrateful brat, bunny.", this was not a light she thought she'd ever see the shy rookie in. She felt the handle of the cabinet pressing into her back, her foot still pressed to his chest as he folded her. He had this- her chest clenched just looking at the features on his face. His lips pulled back in a snarl, eyes so dark, she wondered how she ever saw the light in them before.

"You're so lucky someone like me wants to protect you, your stupid little ass, leaving windows and doors unlocked. You're asking for someone to come into your home and hurt you.", his tone was something of nightmares, the devotion and horror laced together in some lifetime film-esque manner. "but i've protected you, i've made sure that apartment was a safe space for you. I checked on you-", his fingers moved to caress her cheeks. She was paralyzed by whatever emotion she was feeling, rather the lack of feeling. She was so numb as she zoned out, her eyes stuck to his face. "i just want what's best for us, but you make it so hard to keep you safe. You ask questions, you over think, you make it hard for me, bunny.", that darkness snuck back into his words. "I won't have to worry about that much longer...", the back of his finger touched under her eyes, petting down her cheek. "you're sick!", she kicked his chest, snapping back from whatever reality she tried to use to block all of this out. A grunt left his lips, his eyes widening for a mere second of shock as he reached for her leg. She felt his hand grab her ankle as her chest and arms hit the tile. She lifted her hand, nails and fingers dug into the door frame. "You're not leaving!", he growled, pulling her back as she clung desperately onto the door. She remembered that first day, how she made the comment about him and he reacted in such a negative way... he couldn't stand being called anything like stalker, creepy- murderer.

His nails dug into her skin, a cry of pain left her as her fingers were forced from the door. "Don't make me hurt you! You're making me do things i don't want to do, bunny!", he yelled, pulling her by her legs; then skirt, then shirt to get her back to where he could grab her. His hands locked around her chest. His head on her shoulder as she sobbed. "Please, stop crying-", his voice was soft and sweet, unlike the sheer power and authority he had moments ago. She sat perched on his lap, her head tilted away from him. "I didn't want this for you... you're leaving me no choice, sweet girl.", he pressed a kiss behind her ear. "I'm giving you once chance to cooperate with me and we can talk this all out.", she didn't want to talk anything out with him. She wanted to go back to her home, her home before she ever even let the boy into her life.

Leon released her, moving to stand up, he took her silence as submission. She made a break for it as soon as she was free, his brows set and his hand reached out. Her ankle caught between his fingers once more, laying weight into the already showing bruises. Her body was stalled mid air, her chest and head taking the brunt of the fall, she was forced into. Leon watched the tile under her head crack, the five behind her fall rendering her nearly unconscious as a mumble of incoherent words fell from those pretty puffy lips. "Bunny, bunny, bunny...", Leon stood the rest of the way up, cracking his back as he stood erect. "I warned you, you were such a good girl f' me. Now you're just becoming such a bad little girl. I'll make sure you learn your place. You'll be safe here-", he walked around to her head, seeing her eyes dilated and shaky as she didn't even try to sit up. "You won't have to worry about that murderer or anything else... i'll take care of you.", he squatted down to her level once more, fingers digging into her hair and brushing it back behind her ear. "I love you.", he whispered, seeing her eyes start to flutter closed. "I had to do what was necessary to protect our love. You'll understand it all, soon, bunny.", his eyes were hard but there was a softness only for her, despite how much she pushed his mind into these horrifying thoughts and actions. He didn't blame her, as much as he felt maybe he was awaken into something more. Maybe, this was what love was suppose to feel like? It was heavy and a burden to bear, but for her, he'd do anything.

She couldn't even hear him anymore, the ringing in her ear, the sound of the tile cracking under her head. It rang in her ears over and over, she felt warm blood soak the side of her scalp. She watched him look over her, she prayed it was some realistic lucid dream, that he was just her demon and she'd wake up back at home in her purple sheets. She couldn't find the strength to sit up, she felt his fingers move her hair out of her face but she couldn't move her eyes to meet the raging ocean that was his. Her last seconds missing out on hearing his confession of love and murder.

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