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athena-writes-i-guess · 2 years

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The Piercing

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader(no pronouns used)

Summary: Eddie keeps you distracted while you get a bellybutton piercing

Genre: Fluff I guess?

Word Count: 986

Warnings: suggestive language, mentions of D&D gore, needles, pet names.

Author’s Note: This takes place in the same universe as my series but is just a short little moment in their friendship so can be read as a little one-shot blurb.

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“What do you mean you’re afraid of needles?”

This was not the first time you’ve had to have this conversation with a friend, just the first time in a long time. You and Eddie were laying on his bed, listening to one of his tapes when you asked him to go with you to get your bellybutton pierced. You explained that you would need your best friend to hold your hand and talk to you during it because of your very normal fear of being stabbed.

“Doll, don’t you have like 9 piercings or something?” The brunette asked as he turned on his side to look at you. “Two of which you won’t even tell me where they are. Though I think I can guess.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively, receiving a light shove from you. “And like a bunch of tattoos everywhere? How are you afraid of needles?”

“I don’t know! I like having tattoos and piercings but I can’t stand actually getting them. I get all sweaty and I feel like I’m gonna pass out unless someone keeps me distracted.” You explained, turning on your side to face him, “And I’m itching for a new one so I need you to hold my hand okay?” You sent him your best puppy dog eyes.

“Of course I’ll go babydoll, just trying to understand how you can have so many piercings while being afraid of how you get them.” He laughed, “We‘ll have to go to the next town over, there isn’t a place that’ll do it in Hawkins.”

“Okay!” You chirped happily.

“When did you want to do it?”

“Now.”

“Sorry? Did you just say now?” He said, looking at the clock. 5:00pm. You’d have to leave now to get there before they close.

“Yeah, while I’m feeling brave.” You said as you got up and started shoving your shoes on. Eddie laughed as he too got out of bed and grabbed his shoes.

You arrived at the shop about half an hour later, the bell overhead rang as you pushed open the door. There was a tough looking man covered in tattoos sitting behind a display case full of body jewelry. “Hi there! I’m looking to get my bellybutton pierced.” You said.

“I’ll need to see your I.D., sign this form.” He said, pulling a form out of a binder and setting it and a pen down in front of you. You handed him your I.D. and he examined it while you signed the consent form. “Okay follow me back here.” He said, leading you to the back of the shop after handing you your card back. You and Eddie followed him to a little room in the back as the metalhead rubbed soothing circles into the back of your joined hands with his thumb.

“Okay, lay down for me please, and lift your shirt a bit. My name is Mark and I’ll be doing your piercing.” The piercer said as he patted the long padded table that sat against the wall. You did as he told you, laying down on your back and lifting your shirt up to the bottom of your ribs. Eddie grabbed your hand again once you were settled, sending you a comforting smile. “So I’m going to clean the area, then you’ll feel a pinch from the clamp, once I have it lined up right you’ll feel another pinch and some pressure from the needle, once I get the jewelry in I’ll release the clamp and you’ll be all set. It’ll be real quick.” Mark said as he set up his tray of tools.

“Thank you.” You said, Eddie could hear the nervous wobble in your voice.

“Hey, why don’t you finish telling me about the end of that campaign you were talking about earlier?” He suggested gently, “Remember to squeeze my hand if you need okay, doll?”

You smiled gratefully up to your friend and nodded, “So we were in the castle of the war lord right?” You asked as you felt the cold of the damp cotton swab on your naval as the piercer cleaned the area. Eddie nodded.

“Okay so we were stuck in a fight with his guards in the throne room, it wasn’t looking good for us. So our wizard cast a summoning spell on this NPC we loved, Kalavar. I don’t know why she thought that would help but she did it anyway.” You chuckled, you gave a quick inhale when you felt the pinch of the clamp. “Well, she rolled a natural 1 and got a crit failure. Sooo our DM said that he was summoned, and did appear with us. But he was inside-out, still a person who could walk and move but everything was on the outside instead, he couldn’t talk or anything and he had eyes on the ends of his fingers.” Your voice raised in octaves as you felt the pressure of the needle entering your skin and you squeezed down on Eddie’s hand for a moment.

He laughed, “Your DM sure was rough with the punishments. Was he able to help?” Getting your mind back to the conversation.

“No, he screamed in pain the whole time.” You chuckled as you felt the clamp release. “Was more of a hindrance than anything.”

“Okay, well you’re all done.” Mark said as he threw away his used supplies.

“Super easy, right, princess?” Eddie asked as he helped you get up from the table gingerly, minding your sore bellybutton.

“Thank you Eddie.” You said as the two of you followed Mark back to the front of the shop.

“That’ll be $20.” The piercer said, you handed him a $20 bill as you thanked him before you and Eddie walked out of the shop.

“What do you think, Eds?” You asked, showing him your new piercing.

“Looks great, sweetheart. So when am I going to get to see the others?” He asked with a cheeky wink.

“Maybe in your dreams, Munson.” You shot back.

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mydarllinglover · 10 months

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Alone || The Start Of Something

Jesus and Maggie had searched for Sasha, after not finding her body anywhere in sight.

After she was brought back, now at peace, a funeral was held for her sacrifice but as well as the other people they had lost, their lives had given everyone else a chance.

Daryl and Natalia went to the infirmary as soon as they were able to, to see Rosita, who Tara had managed to bandage up, she had been shot in the chest, but it looked like she was going to pull through, Rosita Espinosa was the toughest son of a bitch there was.

When they had got there, Michonne was in the bed beside her, she was alive, but badly injured.

Natalia was suffering chest pains with how overwhelmed she was, she had sat between both their bed, making sure that they made a full recovery, anything they needed, she got.

She had also taken the time to read some of Denise's books, on the notes she had set aside for Evie, wanting to learn more about the best she can do to help them, they were going to war, they'd need as much medical care they could get, especially out on the field.

It had taken two weeks for the three communities to come together and hash out the plan to end the Saviours for good.

Natalia was glad that she'd be doing the behind the scenes work, along side Daryl, and far away from Shiva, she may have saved Carl's life, but she couldn't get over it.

Tara and Carol were in charge of tracking the walkers they were going to lead to the Sanctuary.

Rick, Maggie and Ezekiel were going to march the communities to the Sanctuary rallying them up for the fight ahead.

Daryl's and Natalia's job for the moment, was taking out the lookouts.

Natalia had shot down the man stood on the perch, as the sun was starting to rise.

He had fallen to the ground, allowing a female walker to devour him.

"Nice shot." Daryl commented.

"I wanna get a picture of this." Natalia put her hands in a box shape looking at the sun rise. "Eves wants to start exploring with water colours."

Their next victim was a blond man on top of a car, smoking a cigarette.

Daryl grabbed the man, shoving him to the ground, piercing his skull with a knife.

The pair sat on the car, sharing the cigarette as Daryl examined the gun the man was carrying.

"That was hot, baby." She kissed his cheek.

The next man was outside a research facility, a few walkers had grasped his attention, allowing Natalia to walk up to him.

"Hi" She greeted, smiling as he looked back at her in surprise, she then slit his throat before he even had time to realise.

"Got a little..." Daryl licked his thumb, wiping at her cheek, where some blood had splattered on her.

When they had all been taken out, Daryl rode to the highway, Natalia on the back of his motorcycle, where they met with Tara, Carol and Morgan.

Natalia was bummed that Rosita and Michonne couldn't join in, but they were still healing from their injuries, they'd help defend Alexandria, though at the same time, she was glad they weren't in the face of danger, even if they were two of the most badass people alive, she knew Carl wanted to come as well, but he was still just a kid, she had promised to give the three all her gory details when she got back, because they'd made her promise she was coming back, which she always did.

"So..." Carol said, as they waited around. "Any plans for after this?"

Natalia looked at Daryl, shaking her head with a shrug.

"A long nap, maybe." She thought out loud.

"Eat." He added.

"Was thinking, more for your futures, together."

Tara raised her brows at the awkward question, walking away with her twizzler in her mouth.

"Uhm..." She was stumped. "I don't think so, just kinda taking it day by day, y'know?"

"So, no kids, any Dixon heirs?"

Natalia choked on her spit at the question, coughing as she bent over.

Daryl patted her back as he glared at his best friend.

"Nah" He told her.

"We have one, already, and she's a handful, do not want to go through any of that... nasty stuff, I am very happy, we both are, right?"

"I ain't bringing anything into this world" Daryl declared, the thought of Natalia having to go through what Lori did, or what had happened before with her two other babies, was enough to make him feel dizzy and sick, not like he thought about it much, before. Evie was enough, and the perk was that they took her in at a good age, after all the hard stuff.

"Here we go." Tara grabbed their attention. "10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1."

No walkers had appeared.

"Shit." She cursed.

"You had one job." Natalia sighed.

"Hey, I tried, alright." She put her hands up in surrender.

"No. There." Daryl pointed ahead.

They were arriving.

"Okay. Close enough." Tara shrugged.

"Alright, let's go." Daryl told them, mounting his bike. "Nat, come on."

"I thought you told her before that we were a no-go." She muttered to him when she got on behind.

"I did. Since when does she ever listen to me?"

When they had got to their second destination, they got to work on setting the trap, cutting off the people who came for the exploded car on the highway.

"How close are we?" Carol asked, as they stood on the small walkway bridge.

"Close." Daryl answered.

An walker had stumbled into view, heading for their trap.

"Shit. Could that thing set it off?" Tara asked.

"Got it." Morgan claimed, jogging down the steps.

He had kept his word, and soon enough, the cars came, and they exploded.

"Cool, just like the movies." Natalia mused.

Eventually, the gun fire sounded at the Sanctuary.

"It started." Carol said, as Morgan reached them at the vehicles.

"Yeah. It was always gonna be that way." Daryl replied, leaning against his bike, pulling Natalia backwards, towards him by the belt loop on her jeans.

"Hope the whole places burns down." Natalia commented, falling against him.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Tara bid them goodbye. "Natalia, as always, its always good to see you, love the outfit." She checked her out one last time.

"You too, Tara, thank you." She smiled at the awkward woman.

"Beat 'em." Morgan said, following.

"We will." Carol replied, before turning to the Dixons. "Be careful."

"Shit, this is gonna be fun." Daryl told her.

"No, it isn't" Carol refused.

"It's better than lettin' things be, though, right?"

"Yeah. It is."

"Hell yeah, best honeymoon, ever. I'm a stickler for revenge, a family trait."

"Moore's?" Carol asked.

"No." She snorted. "When my dad died, my mom sued the company for all they were worth, its how she could afford to put me in therapy, as you can tell, it's really working out for me."

"Nah, I like ya messed up." Daryl kissed her jaw, patting her thigh so they could sit on the bike properly, and leave, as Carol left.

The herd was approaching quickly.

As he drove, Natalia shot at the explosives, creating a trail for the herd to follow to the Sanctuary.

Eventually, they had reached the gathering place, everyone was accounted for, except for Gabriel.

"We can wait some more." Daryl suggested, as Rick checked his watch, again.

"We can't." Rick shook his head.

"Maybe there was traffic." Natalia shrugged.

"He stopped to get me." Rick opened up to the pair, ignoring her remark.

"How's that?" Daryl asked.

"Negan. He was on the ground. I was trying to kill him, and Gabriel stopped to get me." He explained. "We gotta start out."

"You alright?"

"This isn't about me." Rick told them.

"You see the rat and Laura, you send them my way, I got a special little treat for them." Natalia reminded.

"You got it, they're all yours." Rick patted her back.

"Hey, you sure you don't wanna come with us?" Daryl asked, him and Rick were going on their own to an outpost, to look for their weapons.

"Nope! We all got jobs to do" She told him, brushing his hair out of his face. "Me and Aaron have ours, you and Rick have yours, and then we'll meet up after."

"You're a good leader, Nat, came a long way from the loner in that house."

"You came a long way from being a deputy in Kentucky, who woke up in a coma." She pointed out, then turned back to Daryl, who she could feel the anxiety vibrating off of. "We're gonna be fine, alright, I got this, me and Aaron, wouldn't of volunteered if I didn't think we would, you just make sure you're at that spot" She tucked his hair behind his ears, creasing out the worry lines in his face.

"Yes, Ma'am." He smirked, kissing the side of her head, as he held her jaw.

"Let's go." Rick broke up, whatever they were doing, he wasn't sure what that was.

"Yeah. Alright."

Daryl whistled, gathering everyone's attention, it was time to move on to the next phase.

Now it was time to take out the outposts.

Aaron and Natalia had been put in charge of a group, taking out the people who were supposed to deal with herds.

As soon as Mara had suspected something was going on, after taking out her scouts, Natalia signalled for them to move in, guns a 'blazing.

"Spread out! Watch for breaches, you break ranks, it could all be over!" Natalia told them. "Keep 'em tight, locked in, they got bigger problems than us."

She continued shooting as the people listened to her orders.

"I knew you were destined to lead." Aaron smiled at her.

"No way, right hand, remember? We don't lead, we make the leaders plans happen." She scoffed.

"We got some coming up on my right!" Scott called.

"Stay on them, don't let them through!" Aaron instructed.

"Even if one person's out, whole thing could go up in flames, if you gotta move in, do it!" Natalia told the people around her.

They continued firing, and the Saviours continued back.

"Tobin, move in!" Aaron called.

"I can take them! Cover me!" Eric volunteered.

"No! Wait for Tobin!"

"There's no time!" He declared.

"Go! I'll help cover you" Scott said, as Natalia shot the person who was aiming for him.

Most of them were either dead or hiding, it was like a game of whack amole.

Mara had jumped from her hiding spot, shooting Tobin in the shoulder.

"Tobin!" Aaron called.

"You alright?" Natalia asked.

"I'm okay!" He told the two. "Just keep going! I'm okay!"

"Alright, everyone! The plans working, just keep at it!" Natalia advised, spotting the first few walkers getting up, the screams of the Saviours soon following.

They continued firing on the survivors.

More people were dropping, her side and theirs.

Aaron had grabbed her attention, a group of them were heading for exactly where Eric was.

He got in the car whilst Natalia got into place, he slammed the accelerator on, the car moving back, knocking the Saviours down, then Natalia took her shot, putting them down for good.

Once they were gone, Aaron was able to get to Eric, Natalia soon followed after.

"Our people... they need..." Eric's breathes were coming out laboured, he was struggling.

"Aaron." Natalia muttered, looking at the blond mans shirt.

"Oh, God. No. No, no, no, no, no, no." Aaron cried as he found the gunshot wound.

It was bleeding profusely.

Eric hadn't seemed to notice until it was pointed out, much like a cartoon.

"God, Eric. No. Eric!" Aaron struggled to keep him up.

"Get him out of here, I got this!" Natalia told him, helping the man stand. "Go!"

"Eric. Let's go." He listened to the woman, leading his boyfriend away.

"Alright, keep it smooth, look alive!" Natalia reminded. "They're getting anxious, got walkers all up and down and they're trapped, lets keep it that way. Don't get reckless."

"Hold fire! Hold fire!" A man's voice yelled to his side. "Morales wants us back inside! All forces towards the courtyard door on my mark!"

"That's where Rick and Daryl are, no matter what, you don't let them in that building" Natalia told Scott, and the few others that could hear her.

"They stopped shooting" Tobin pointed out.

"No, they stopped shooting at us."

"Alright, go, go, go!" Natalia told the people, jumping from the car and firing at anyone In sight. "Block off that door, I don't want anybody getting to it."

When some had got through, and the area was clear, Aaron had finally got back, she nodded at him, he was hesitant before he nodded back.

"Alright! everybody, move in, go, go, we're going in" She told them, jumping a car and shooting a walker, heading for the doors of the building.

"You see somebody, you shoot 'em!" Aaron instructed.

"Unless they got the white band, you shoot my husband, I'll shoot you, deal?"

"Got it" Scott nodded.

Aaron and Natalia led the people through the building, as dead bodies littered the ground.

"Teams of four, sweep the offices!" Aaron told them.

"If you think it's clear, check under tables, closets, you think you can fit in it, check it!" Natalia advised.

"Nat! Aaron!" Rick called from somewhere.

"Rick!"

"We're by the elevator!" He replied.

"Both of you?" Natalia shouted up.

"Yeah, I'm here, baby" Daryl's familiar raspy, southern accent shouted out.

"Alright, when you get down there, you be on the alert, gonna be walkers all and down it, they're gonna be busy, so get 'em whilst they're occupied, you see anyone hiding, you shoot." Natalia told the people as they cleared the building. "If you're injured, take a seat when safe, I'll take a look at you, patch you up good enough till we get back."

"Roger that!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Alright!"

"Live and Alert."

"Copy that, Ms Moore!"

A series of shouts came from her people.

"So much for not being a leader." Aaron told her.

"I don't like to gloat, can't make all your strengths obvious." She teased.

"Seriously, what were you before all this, I feel like not a single person knows." Aaron pried.

"I worked in a coffee shop in Savannah, back in Georgia."

"You're kidding!" Aaron looked at her.

"Not that interesting, and nothing to do with what I do now, why I don't talk about it" She said.

"Maybe we should put that council back together" Rick looked at her with an eyebrow raise. "You did good"

"Not everyone's here." She replied, glumly. "People are injured."

"And that happens, what matters right now, is we cleared this place." He walked past her, stepping away.

"Proud of ya." Daryl joined her side, although he was heavily thrown off by her confession, he couldn't even imagine her doing that with her life.

"It ain't over yet." She told him. "Come on."

The remaining group cleared the walkers and layed their dead to rest, whilst Natalia checked their injuries, making sure no one was gonna bleed out on the trip home.

Aaron had wandered off to find Eric.

He returned by himself.

Natalia sat beside him as the plan was layed out, she cleaned the blood off his hands as he gathered himself.

"It's gonna be alright." She said. "It's not going to hurt like this forever."

A baby's cry's had caught their attention.

Rick was carrying a baby girl in his arms.

"She was inside?" Tobin asked.

"She was." Rick nodded. "I have a stop to make, and Daryl's got his bike, Natalia, you going with him?"

"Yeah, she is." Daryl answered for her, as she got up to see the baby.

"Alright, then. Maybe she can go back with you or Scott." Rick told Tobin.

"She can go with me." Aaron volunteered. "I can, uh, take her to the Hilltop. She'll be safe there."

"Are you sure?" Natalia asked him, combing the baby's hair softly with her fingers.

"Eric and I were gonna go up." He told them, as he approached. "We were gonna go there after and update Maggie. So ... that's what I'm gonna do. Please. I have to."

"Yeah, that's a good idea." Natalia nodded, hugging him quickly, saying goodbye to the baby as Rick passed her to him.

"Her name's Gracie."

"Bye, Gracie." Natalia kissed the baby's head. "Send Maggie, Enid and Jesus my love." She told Aaron, kissing his cheek.

"I will. I will." He nodded, staring at the baby.

"See you back home." Rick told Daryl and Natalia, as they got ready to depart.

"Sure you wanna talk to them assholes alone?"

"Yeah. That's how it gets done."

"All right. You're gone too long, I'm gonna come lookin' for you." Daryl said.

"We will." Natalia added.

"That's the plan."

A gun shot went off, hitting the truck Rick was stood next to.

Daryl yanked Natalia down, as Rick hid behind the vehicle.

"Hey." He called out. "Hey. You're alone. You gotta be. There's not enough room for two of you behind that tree."

The couple kept a look out for any sign of movement.

"And there's a herd coming. I'm just saying. Hey, I'll tell you what. We'll make you a deal. You drop your gun and come on out... you tell us what we need to know. You do that, you can take a car. You go. You live. How about it?" Rick proposed.

"Why should I trust you?" Came a quiet voice.

"I know him, wearing yellow overalls, they call him fishie, klutz" Natalia whispered under her breath.

"'Cause I'm giving you my word. There's not a lot that's worth much these days, but a man's word... That's got to mean something, right?"

"O... Okay." He said, meekly.

He came out from behind the tree, Daryl and Natalia raised from the statue and Rick came from the truck.

"W... What do you wanna know?" He asked.

"You ever have any M2 Browning 50-caliber guns here?" Rick asked.

"We did. For a while."

"What happened to them?" Daryl asked, not so kindly.

"They got sent to another outpost yesterday."

"Tell us where, or I'm gonna shoot you in the leg and let the herd come for you." Natalia told him. "Like getting blood from a stone."

"It was Gavin's. It's west of here."

He then stood tall, looking at them unsurely.

"Can I, uh... Can... Can I go?"

Natalia shot him.

"I'm not a man." She told Rick. "my word don't mean shit to some audiences."

"Which team's at Gavin's?" Daryl asked.

"Kingdom." Natalia answered. "Carol and Ezekiel."

Natalia rode with Rick, as Daryl rode solo, they had a truck they had to chase after.

Daryl was nearing on him

The bed opened, a man shot at him, causing him to fall back, his bike sliding into the grass.

Natalia took her aim, aiming for the man in the back as Rick sped up, so she could get a clear shot.

Walkers in the road caused them to swerve, the man almost falling out of the bed.

Eventually he got back up, shooting at them again, then Natalia put him down.

Rick got beside the truck.

"You remember how to drive right?" He asked.

"Yeah, Rick!" He gave her no choice to take over, as he jumped into the passenger side of the other car.

He put down the man, driving the big truck off the side of the road.

Daryl had caught up to them.

Natalia stopped the truck, jumping out of it.

"You good?" Daryl asked her, as he got off his bike.

"Yeah." She replied, running towards where the truck fell, it was on it's side, no sight of anybody.

"Hey." Rick called, he was climbing up the bank, towards the pair who were staring at the grass.

"You okay?" Natalia asked him, when Daryl helped him up.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He nodded. "We got the guns."

"You look like Shit." Daryl told him.

Natalia looked at him, why would he say that of all things, right now.

"Let's go see if this asshole's alive."

"Stay here." Daryl told her.

"No." She answered, moving to sit down, sliding on her ass down the bank, to the truck.

"You're gonna have grass stains." He called after her.

"Really?" Rick looked at him.

"What?" He shrugged. "Man, come on."

They had found their guy, he was attempting to crawl along the floor.

Natalia stood on his hand, stopping him from grabbing the rock he tried so desperately to get to.

"Your people back in the chemical plant." Rick started. "Did you win?"

Natalia put weight on his hand, causing him to yelp as she crushed his fingers with her boot.

"No one did." He groaned, rolling over to face them, all three guns pointed at him.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" Daryl asked.

He coughed in pain, so Daryl kicked him.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" He repeated.

"Everyone's dead."

"Bullshit. You see it?" Natalia asked.

"No one else, you're the only one?" Rick queried.

"Me. The King. The Axe Man. And a short-haired psycho lady." He confirmed. "You did this." He wheezed. "My people... your people... they're all gone."

He continued rasping, gurgling on his blood.

Natalia shot him.

"Recognised him." She said, turning away, walking back. "Let's go get those guns."

Daryl followed her.

In one of the boxes, Rick had found a bunch of dynamite.

Daryl peeked it, grabbing a bag and filling it.

"We can use these now" He said.

"Rosita's gonna lose her shit." She chuckled.

"What?" Rick asked, looking between them.

"Well, think about it. There ain't no Kingdom no more."

"Yeah?"

"We know what we got to do." Daryl continued. "We blow open the Sanctuary, let the walkers flood in. They'll surrender."

"And If they don't, too bad, they're fresh meat." Natalia shrugged.

"Hell, we could end this by sundown."

"They have workers in there, right?" Rick stood up. "Families, too. Are there?"

Daryl thought about it.

"We'll hit the south side of the main building." He thought up. "The workers live in the north side. They'll be up the stairs before the walkers even get in."

"Rick, it's a good play." Natalia backed Daryl up.

"What if they don't?" He asked. "There are people in there who aren't fighters. Doing this could change that. Make them pick up guns and stand by the Saviours. And if the Saviours don't surrender, maybe everyone fights us. And we don't have the Kingdom anymore. We're not doing this."

Natalia thought about it, she was on the fence, she wanted the Sanctuary to come crumbling down, with every Negan worshipping Saviour in it, but the people, what it there's kids?

"No. You ain't doing this." Daryl said, hitting his chest. "Nat, come on." He grabbed her arm, pulling her away.

She followed.

Rick caught up, stopping Daryl, and in that result, stopping Natalia.

"There's a plan, and everyone's sticking to it." Rick said.

"Not everyone." Daryl rejected. "There's a lot of our people who are dead, Rick. Things change, man. Negan and that other group, this is on them. If people die, it's their fault, not ours."

Natalia felt like a pig in the middle.

"Daryl, we can't do this."

"And we got our own people to look after. I got people to look after." He pulled Natalia with him again.

"We're not doing this." Rick walked after them. "Hey. I'm not letting you do this."

Daryl let go of her, swinging back, his fist flying at Ricks face, causing him to fall to the floor.

"Daryl!" Natalia gasped.

"This ain't his choice!" He raised his voice at her.

Rick got up, tackling Daryl to the ground.

"Hey!"

Daryl got on top of him, throwing his fist again, but Rick dodged it, pushing him off him.

Natalia picked up the bag, deciding to just take it to the truck and let them get on with it, but Rick snatched it out of her hands, throwing it into the overturned vehicle.

"Rick!" She shouted at him, as Daryl threw him down, grabbing him in a chokehold. "Can you fucking stop!"

Smoke caught her attention, and then a fire.

"Fire! Fire! Move!" She shouted, running away.

"Daryl!"

"Get up!" Daryl helped Rick stand, as they followed after the woman, getting away from the explosion.

"Great." She scoffed, as metal rained down, the three watching it as they sat on the grass. "Rosita's gonna be pissed."

They had got back to the truck, Rick was having trouble starting it.

"Thought you said you could drive." He looked at her.

"I can, it's a shitty truck." She answered, she was pissed, so were the other two.

"There's a plan." Rick said. "We got to see it through."

"We gotta win." Daryl replied.

"Yeah, we gotta." Rick agreed. "Choke hold's illegal, asshole"

"Mm-hmm. Yes, it is."

"Looks like I'm walking." Rick raised his brows.

"Yep. Natalia, come on." Daryl told her, he was being very pushy, she didn't know if she minded it or not.

"I'll meet you when I'm done with the last play." Rick continued.

"You sure about doing it?" Daryl asked, as Natalia got on the back.

"Yeah, I am."

"Tell her I said hi." Natalia told Rick.

Daryl started the engine, leaving Rick, as he walked in the other direction.

"We're gonna win." Daryl told his wife, before riding off.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #daryldixonalonetwd #daryl dixon x reader #darylxnatalia #daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl x y/n

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Taste of Strawberries, chap. 43 (part one)

Hayffie Post-Mockingjay Multi-chapter, Rated M

Four years have passed since the end of the war when Effie returns in to Haymitch’s life once again. An old friendship is renewed. Will it lead to something more?

Meanwhile Panem has entered a new era. The rebellion’s over, the borders are open but in the shadows, anger and mistrust are smoldering. Something that will affect Haymitch and Effie’s life in a way they never saw coming.

Author's note: Some pretty awful stuff going on in this chapter so: TRIGGER WARNING, just to be safe.

Chapter 43

Between a rock and a hard place (part one)

The party was over.

Haymitch carried the last of the sticky cake-smeared plates over the threshold. Kicked his shoes off with a heavy heart.

Outside, the wind rustled through the branches and balloons. Made them sway. Dance.

It was almost time to get the children ready for bed.

He could see them before his mind’s eye. Back in the living room. With their auntie June and auntie Annabel. The two ladies doing their best to keep up appearances. Pretend like everything was fine. Normal.

He entered the kitchen. Effie didn’t even look his way. Her hands were wrist-deep in water and suds and the pony tail bobbed with each violent stroke of the dish brush.

She’d hardly said two words to him all night. Not since the hipflask incident. Small wonder. If he was smart, he best keep his mouth shut too. Go upstairs. Get the twins’ jammies out. Live to see another day.

Instead, he set the dirty dishes on an empty spot near the sink. There was already a neat stack of dripping plates and mugs and cutlery waiting and he pulled the wash towel off its peg.

Drying one of the sippy cups in slow, precise motions he glanced her way. Each time hoping she’d look back. Or at least throw him a vicious comment. God knew he deserved it!

She didn’t. For several minutes they just stood there. Shoulder to shoulder. Just inches apart. Inches that might as well be miles.

“Eff”, he finally said, voice soft.

She ignored the olive branch, lips pressed to non-existence.

The cloth turned damp in Haymitch’s hands. White fabric sewn with a vegetable pattern. Carrots and lettuce and pea pods. Sae would call it a tea towel. He drew a silent breath. Gathered his courage. Started over.

“Effs, don’t you think you’re just … overreacting … a little bit? I mean, it’s not like he drank from it.”

Not a sound in the room. Nothing but the splatter of water. The clinks and clanks of submerged kitchenware.

”He didn’t get wasted. He didn’t even taste it”, Haymitch went on. “Even if he knew how to work his two thumbs I always cork that hipflask up, good and tight. He was never in any danger.”

He wet his lips. Set the dry plate down. Reached for another.

“I shouldn’t have brought it to the party. You were right about that. It was wrong, I know. But I didn’t put it in my pocket to … Effs, it was just old habit! Not a scheme, I swear! I didn’t drink. Not one drop! And just listen to them out there.”

He gestured toward the twins’ giggles in the other room. “Kids are fine, princess. They’re OK. They aren’t even old enough to understand, or remember, what happened here today. Yeah, it was scary but … if you really think about it, it was no harm, no foul.”

Effie didn’t reply. Nothing. Nothing but the growing red spots on her cheeks. Crestfallen, Haymitch put the plate down. The tea towel.

“Sweetheart”, he said. “Please. Listen to me. I will never … never let my drinking hurt our children. OK.” He touched her shoulder. ”I’d die before that happens.”

Her reaction was instantaneous.

His touch, those words. Might as well be a branding iron. A steel poker. The kind he used back home to shovel coal over in the fire place.

Red, hot, flame-heated metal shoved into her flesh. That’s how hard she flinched. The plate slumped to the bottom of the sink and he staggered back a step when she pushed him out of the way.

“Eff?” She was already at the door. “Effs, wait a minute! Hang on!”

She didn’t listen. Didn’t stop. He followed her into the hallway, just in time to see her put the final shoe on.

“Effs, what’re …?” She flew out the door. Didn’t even stop to close it. “Where’re you going?”

Rain – like cold, hard needles – penetrated Haymitch’s skin when he hurried after her, down the front steps and into the garden.

Effie was already far ahead. Past the remnants of their little birthday scene. Past the edges of the garden, leaving the house further and further behind.

He couldn’t keep up with her. Not after years of abusing his body with alcohol.

“Eff!” He clutched the stitch in his side. Panted as he followed her into the two ladies’ orchard. The meadow beyond. “Effie!”

A bright yellow flash. Followed by a clap of thunder. Low at first, almost indecisive, then exploding overhead. As if the bedrock itself had come alive, moving and grinding together.

“Not so fast, Eff! Please!”

And that’s when he heard her sobbing. Wild, jagged cries that she made no effort to try and hide. She stumbled on her feet, nearly fell and the pink silk hair ribbon which had untangled more and more during the chase, floated onto the ground.

Haymitch slowed just long enough to get it. Grab it, along with a fistful of grass.

“Please, come back!”

“Leave me alone!” Her shriek echoed, travelled across the orchards. The meadows. The steel gray body of water. “Go away! Get away!”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart! I’m so sorry!”

“Leave me be!”

Her voice cracked and she staggered. Staggered and slowed. Slowed to a stop.

Haymitch had but a second to relish in the relief; in the fact that she wasn’t running anymore.

When,

“Ugh!” She clutched both hands to her forehead. Moaned. Unsteady on her feet, like a tree in a storm.

“Effie? Effie!” he shouted when she sank to her knees.

He was by her side in a heartbeat. Knelt to the ground, cradled her in his arms.

“What’s the matter, Eff?” The wet grass soaked through to his knees. “You hurt? What’s wrong?”

“I … I don’t know.” Her frightened blue eyes came visible for a fraction of a moment. “It’s like … ahh! Aahh!!”

Eyes squeezed shut, she clutched her head tighter. Body rigid and stiff in his arms, her mouth fell open and a cry of pure agony spilt over her lips. A cry growing louder. Louder, until he couldn’t breathe. Horrid screams he’d never heard from her before. Not even when she gave birth.

The stuff of nightmares. Like they’d both been thrown inside an arena where he’d hunted her down, overpowered her and wielding a knife.

Cutting bits and pieces out of her.

#hayffie #haymitch x effie #effie trinket #haymitch abernathy #the hunger games renaissance #my fanfiction #post-mockingjay #district 11

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Hii! <33

I love your jean smutty posts and i was wondering if i can request one where jean is punishing y/n because she had teased him so much so he puts her in her place and breeds her. And pls can you include dirty talking <3

I love you so much pls continue on your posts i love them so much mwah <33

Hey sweetheart! Sorry for the long wait! I freaking love your request! How did you know all my kinks? I had a blast writing this! <3 Thank you so much for your kind words! ILY! Canonverse Husband!Jean x Fem!Reader Summary: You had kept your marriage with your fellow soldier, Jean Kirschtein a secret. When destiny guides you to foreign lands, you get a little too comfortable and your little facade dares to crumble. Jean puts you into place. Takes place during the second time skip, episode "Dawn of Humanity" Warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol, teasing, dirty talk, Dom!Jean, Mommy/Daddy calling, Breeding Kink™, semi-public sex, secret relationship, choking, all with consent of course (consent only briefly mentioned)

Wordcount: 2 k

Jean had to admit, the Libero fashion suited you. These modern cuts flattered your curves and your hair looked beautiful in this particular new style. Maybe you even looked a little too good for his liking. It was obvious that other men showered you in salacious gazes. But the worst thing about it was that you were well aware of that fact and seemed to enjoy the attention.

The whole squad was browsing through a market at the harbor, inhaling the foreign sensations of Marley. So many new foods and oddities begged to be explored. Still, the ash-blonde's focus was only gifted to the center of his universe - The woman he had married 3 years ago. Y/N L/N.

Your tongue caressed the weird dessert they called 'ice cream' sensually and dropped your purse for the fifth time already, wiggling your ass in front of Jean when you picked it up. Only a fool wouldn't notice that this was on purpose. If there wasn't a war and you didn't have to hide your marriage, Jean would have been over the moon by your teasing. But right now, the facade of 'just being best friends' dared to crumble at your careless behavior.

"Jeanbo," you chirped, slowly walking towards your love. "You have to try this." With a childlike glimmer in your eyes, you waved the frozen dessert in front of Jean's face, bumping the cream against his lips by accident as he tried to wiggle away. "God, Y/N! You smeared it all over me!" You laughed at our husband's overdramatic reaction. "It's not that bad. Come, let me clean it," you chuckled, but the last part of your answer turned into something that almost sounded like a purr. With a featherlike delicateness, you brushed your thumb over Jean's bottom lip, slightly pulling it down. Involunteeringly he leaned into the touch. You smiled, a mixture of mischief and love dancing on your features. With equal tenderness, you brought your finger back to your mouth and gently sucked the remains of the treat off. While a sigh escaped your lungs, you closed your eyes to ravish the sweet taste.

An audible gulp formed in Kirschtein's throat as he imagined that you engulfed something else with such sensuality. An intense urge bubbled inside Jean. The urge to pull you into the next byroad and shove his dick into your mouth. But a furious yell snapped him out of his thoughts, followed by apologetic blabbering of Sasha.

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Destiny works in unpredictable ways. The current incident, with the small boy that stole from the group, lead to a night you'd never forget. New friendships and memories were formed in an unremarkable tent filled with laughter. The scent of alcohol and sweaty bodies hung heavily in the air, but to you, it smelled like freedom. For the first time in years, you could forget your worries and act like a normal civilian.

"Come dance with me, Jean!" you laughed, your tongue already heavy with liquor. Your husband's rosy cheeks were an indicator of his own clouded mind, but he still wore an annoyed look. Your attitude from the day didn't change - No - It even intensified. On every possible occasion, you rubbed the soft plush of your ass against Jean's body and sat on his lap, blaming it on the amount of alcohol. In between, you whispered the lewdest things in his ear. You knew how badly it turned the poor man on when you purred his name in a breathy moan. But above all, you were well aware of how he couldn't have you right now.

You enjoyed the power you held over the cocky flirt, you called your husband.

"I don't want to dance, Y/N," the male mumbled, crossing his arm in front of his chest. You crept closer, pulling him down so his face was on a level with yours. "Pretty please?" Your voice pitched into a whine, while your fingers played with the hem of his already loosened-up shirt. Jean's eyes were trained on your cleavage while you did so. His eyes sparkled with lust, breath hitched. You mirrored his desire, letting out a small moan. Your surroundings became a blur. It almost felt like nothing but Jean and you existed. Almost.

"Just kiss already!" It was Connie who practically screamed in your ear, hugging a stranger like they have known each other forever. Jean let out a frustrated grunt, grabbed your wrist and pulled you with him. He was too dizzy to actually form a sharp comeback for his best friend. Certainly, your husband had enough energy to deal with you. As he harshly maneuvered you out of the tent, you could hear suggestive "whoo-hoos" from Sasha and Connie, causing you to giggle. But when your eyes wandered over your husband's face, every ounce of color was drained from you.

He looked furious.

With a swift motion, he twirled your body into an empty tent like you weighted nothing. In an instant, the alcohol left your system and you felt as clear as ever. You sounded small when you exclaimed, "Jean, we are basically breaking into someone's home!" "I don't fucking care! Are you serious about all of this?" His voice was even louder, due to the sudden silence. "What do you mean, baby?" you pouted, clinging onto the act of being oblivious. Jean was still holding onto your wrist as he dangerously stepped closer, forcing you to back up. His amber orbs bore into your skull and your brain couldn't quite decide if it should signal you arousal or fear. Your heart began pounding in a rapid pattern.

Boo-Boom Boo-Boom Boo-Boom Thud!

As your legs hit something hard, you fell back, surprisingly though, you were being met by something soft. Some sort of bed or sofa caught your fall. Jean towered over you, his jaw flexed. Hair standing at the base of his neck. The only light that was provided, came from the party tent, but you could still make out his trembling muscles. Your lover's scent was musky, heavy, intoxicating. A perfect match for his glorious anger.

"Don't act coy. You teased me all fucking day," he growled. His breath danced on your nose and goosebumps dared to bloom on your surface. "I hate hiding our relationship," was all you were able to whisper. Jean grabbed your cheeks between his slender fingers, forcing your expression into a pout. He pulled you so close, that his lips were brushing yours when he talked. "That doesn't mean you can behave like a damn brat. What happened to my good girl?" The pure fury in his voice was slowly replaced by lust. A thin layer of asperity hugged Jean's vocal cords. His hands slowly wandered down your sweaty neck and chest, resting on your left boob. He kneaded the flesh with firm pressure, pulling a soft whimper from you. "Seems like I need to teach you how to be an obedient girl."

You shuddered at his words but leaned more into the touch.

Jean began to place hungry kisses along your neck, ravishing the scent of you. He couldn't hold back the animalistic groans that bubbled in his chest nor did he want to. Your lover was starving, begging, crying for the sanctuary of your body. "More...Jean. I want more..." With a loud 'plop'-sound, Jean released his lips, only so that his hands could replace the touch. The world slowly began to spin as he gently, but unforgivingly tightened his grip around your throat. It was nothing life-threatening of course - you did this endless times before - but the thrill was as strong as the first time. "J-jean..." His name came out thin like paper. "Jean? I don't know him. What are you supposed to call me?" Every muscle tightened as you desperately tried to hold the coil in your stomach at bay. A way too familiar feeling dared to rage.

"Daddy...Please teach me how to be a good girl," you whispered into the darkness.

In an instant your husband released his grip, causing your upper body to plump against the mattress. He was quick to crawl on top of you, pampering you with needy open-mouthed kisses. "You're such a fucking slut, you know that?" he muttered into the valley between your breasts, tearing the fabric open for better access. With every firm touch, you felt another mark, another proof that you were his, blooming on your chest. "Ngh-I know! I am sorry, Daddy! Please-" The words got stuck in your throat as Jean grabbed you by the hip and turned you around, laying you on your stomach.

"Sorry is not enough. Ass up," the male ordered.

You complied, wiggling your lower half up clumsily. You heard a deep laugh, followed by a "So obedient all of a sudden." Jean didn't even try to hide the amusement, caused by the pathetic sight in front of him. "Where was this attitude at the market?" he snarled. Suddenly you felt cold air brushing against your behind, as Jean lifted your skirt. "Where was the attitude when you put your ass on display, like a needy whore?" The statement was underlined by a sharp sting on your right cheek and a loud smack that hollered into the night.

You pressed your face into the mattress, trying to suppress a shriek. "I only wanted your attention," you cried, tears of pleasure prickling in your eyes. "Seems like you got a lot of other men's attention as well. Is that how a good girl behaves?"

Another smack followed.

You shook your head, moaning, trembling. "Wanna behave for you, Daddy! Be your good girl!"

Jean's long arms slung around your chest and pulled you up harshly. His hot breath fanned your neck once again when he buried his face into the crook of it. "Empty words...," he moaned, inhaling your sweet scent. "You gotta prove it." Once again his hands roamed your feverish form, freeing you of the remains of fabric that once were your clothes.

Your husband drew circles on your shoulder with his tongue, sending delicious tingles down your spine. A high-pitched moan from your side tore the heavy air and you said, "Make me yours." Jean smiled against your skin. "Hmm...nasty baby girl. Do you want to have my cum? Make you a mommy so they all know who you belong to?" Once again you only mustered a weak nod. "Thinking about it makes me so hard. You feel it?" Your lover guided your tiny hand behind you, to his crotch, where you could already feel his throbbing length through the fabric.

"God, please - Just do something! I need you inside," you begged.

This was enough for Jean to give in to your pleas. One arm still holding you close, he freed his aching cock just enough to be able to fuck you properly. If you shared a seldom moment alone, your husband would take all the time in the world to tease you with his tongue and fingers, but right now he was so desperate for the warmth of your cunt. Your spurring begs weren't helping with his patience.

With one quick move, your lover slid inside, tearing a sound of pleasure from you. "Feels so good!" you exclaimed, fighting for air. Jean grunted, pushing you back into the bed, gripping your hips once again while increasing his speed. His erected cock hammered without mercy into your neddy hole, giving you what you deserved. Between gritted teeth he cursed and praised you at the same time, slapping your jiggly cheeks over again. Like mantra pet names rolled off his tongue, praying to you like a goddess.

"Gonna make you mine forever! Gonna breed you, goddamit!"

At this point, the whole party must have heard you, but you couldn't care less. The man gifting you this immense pleasure was the only thing you cared about. How he made you feel full. How made you feel loved. As your husband's thrusts became sloppy with every passing second, you could feel he was close. With one synced, final moan the both of you came undone. The planets seemed to align and you swore that the whole universe guided you to this moment. He painted your walls white, coating every inch of your begging cunt and you felt grateful for it. Jean practically collapsed on you, pulling you into a tight embrace like he wanted to hold onto that moment a little longer. He nuzzled his head lovingly in your hair, inhaling the sweet afterglow. "We didn't just really fuck in someone else's home, didn't we?" you suddenly burst out, giggling like a child. Your husband chuckled against your scalp and kissed it softly. "And I would do it again, little mama."

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #jean kirschtein #jean kirstein #jean kirschstein x reader #jean smut #jean x reader #aot smut #attack on titan smut

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darkpoisonouslove · 7 months

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😂 and 😭 for the ask game!

For a person that's barely written anything new recently, I sure do reblog a lot of ask games about posting WiP snippets. 😅

😂 a funny or crack WIP snippet

From the Winx rewrite, 1x03:

They were interrupted by the commotion coming from outside.

Bloom startled half to death when Stella screamed and ran to the doors leading to their balcony.

She threw them open and almost launched herself over the balustrade. “It’s the boys!”

...

Griselda’s disapproval could be felt in the air when he told her his name but Bloom was distracted by Stella grabbing her and shoving her in front of herself as a shield.

“I’m assuming that’s Brandon looking at you?” Flora teased.

“Why are you hiding from him?” Musa scrunched up her nose. “He looks like he’s about to climb up the walls and serenade you. At least throw him a bone.”

Stella scoffed. “And let the darkness and the distance between us ruin his first impression of my outfit?”

Bloom couldn’t help but shake her head. She waved at Brandon and gave him a smile and a thumbs-up to let him know everything was okay.

😭 angst or sad WIP snippet

Also from the Winx rewrite, 1x03:

Stella lowered her gaze, fidgeting. “I made a little mistake back on Earth. When I was introducing Sky. You see, his identity is supposed to be a secret.”

Bloom’s heart pounded in her ears and she had to force herself to loosen her grip on Kiko. “Why, Stella? What’s going on?”

“Eraklyon is practically in a state of civil war and Sky’s parents are afraid for his safety. Which is the reason why he hides his identity. He has this little but powerful charm that changes his appearance when he’s in public so that no one can recognize him. Except, that apparently doesn’t work on Earth, and when I saw him looking like himself, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to tell who he was,” Stella squirmed, her head hung low.

“It’s okay, Stella,” Bloom placed a hand on top of Stella’s to still them. “I will keep it a secret, don’t worry.”

“I let it slip yesterday in front of the girls-”

“Don’t worry, we’ll tell them it’s an Earth thing to call your dream guy your prince. It’s not a lie anyway.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Bloom. You have to lie now.”

“Calm down, Stella. It’s not your fault. And it’s not Sky’s either. It’s a bad situation.”

That was a grand understatement. How serious was the threat to his life if he had to go through all this? Bloom’s stomach tied into a knot and she found herself wishing for the anxiety over dancing and making a good impression to come back instead of this.

“I take it the other guys know all of this?”

“Yes. Yes, they did before Earth. Saladin didn’t want them to be blindsided in case something... unexpected happens. He’s keeping a close eye on all of them. I’m surprised he even let them come get me back then. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn’t. How could I be so stupid?”

The words punctured Bloom’s rib cage like a white-hot iron. Stella’s self-deprecation was bad enough but there was also the outrage building slowly somewhere in her heart at the idea that her closest person in the whole Magic Dimension would have spent every second lying to her if not for a careless slip-up.

#winx club #winx bloom #winx stella #winx sky #wc rewrite #ask #folkloristico #my wips #snippet #fanfic snippet

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bobparkhurst · 11 months

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kiss prompts - pat x dave - "just follow my lead"

for @rosescruensixxam

Pat isn’t sure how they got to this point, sand-gritted skin against sand-gritted skin, his thigh pressed between Dave’s, and one arm pushed hard against the crumbling stone wall behind his head. He can feel the heavy pulse at Dave’s throat beneath his lips as he mouths a line up his neck, just beneath the first scratchings of untrimmed stubble. Dave’s breath, hot against the side of his face, is ragged, unsteady, even as his hands scrabble to wrap themselves hard, tight around Pat’s waist.

“All right?” Pat murmurs against his ear, allowing himself to be brought close. He gets no reply, save the light thump of Dave’s head against the stone behind him. He kisses the skin below his ear. “Kershaw...”

“Yeah. ‘Course.”

Pat bites lightly and feels Dave swallow, thick and slow. An almost imperceptible shiver passes over his skin. Pat stills.

“You lying to me?”

“No.”

There’s such belligerence in the response that Pat can’t help but begin to laugh. Almost immediately, he finds himself shoved away, stumbling backwards into a loose crate. The wood is rough, splintering against his palm as he flings a hand out to steady himself and he swears under his breath as a graze of red begins to seep a little under his thumb, where a long splinter has jabbed its way into the skin.

“Why the f-”

“Don’t fucking laugh at me.”

Dave’s face is black with thunder; it’s not an expression that rests easy on his wide, cocksure features, and for a moment, it is enough to stay Pat in place, half upright. His free hand flattens into an appeasing gesture and he thinks he sees a momentary flicker in the steel of Dave’s gaze.

“Listen, I’m confused,” Pat says, in as soothing a tone as he can muster. “I wasn’t laughing at you.”

He straightens, flexing his injured hand, and watches as Dave’s anger melts away almost immediately on spotting the wound. As dangerous as he is in the thick of war, he has never been one to carry the heat of a grudge with him; his temper flares like a storm, terrible, frightening, and as quick to dissipate as it was to appear. It’s one of the reasons Pat likes him so much. His hands are infinitely gentle when they reach for Pat’s, cradling soft as he holds the splinter to the light.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “Give it me.”

Delicate has never been the word to ascribe to Dave Kershaw, but his fingers are deft and light, worrying the splinter from Pat’s thumb with a practised ease and murmured hushes that speaks to years of playing the older brother. Blood beads where the wood pops free and Pat jams his thumb into his mouth, before taking it out to inspect. He can feel Dave’s eyes tracking the movement.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks, trying to look as if he is intent on nothing but the injury, even as every peripheral sense is trained fully on the man beside him.

“No,” Dave says.

Pat hums and leans back, more carefully than before, till he’s all but sitting on the crate behind him. He stares at his hand and waits with feigned nonchalance for the inevitable. It isn’t too long before a frustrated low growl lets him know that Dave’s stubbornness isn’t quite as effective against his patience as perhaps he wishes it might be. He risks a glance up. Dave is scowling at him again, though there’s no real darkness behind it.

“I’m going to say something,” Dave says, “and you don’t need to get a fucking big head about it.”

Pat’s teeth clamp down on his tongue before he can say something unwise. He knows at the deepening wrinkle at Dave’s brow that he has not missed the motion. They pointedly do not stare at each other in silence for a few more moments.

“I haven’t done this before.”

Pat’s teeth unclench. “What?”

Dave is still not looking at him. “You heard me.”

Slowly, very slowly, Pat nods. “As in…?”

“You’re not that stupid, Piley.” Dave shrugs. “I’m not saying stop though. Just…” His voice trails and he blows a puff of air through his cheeks. “Don’t laugh.”

Pat nods, hums again and reaches out to curl a hand in the collar of Dave’s shirt. "I promise," he says and closes his fingers around the fabric, tugging slightly. His lip twitches slightly. “You know, I’m very flattered.”

Dave’s groan reverberates through the skin of his wrist, but he doesn’t pull away and there's an unmistakeable drop in the tension of his shoulders. Distance closes between them once more, until his legs are tucked close between Pat’s and all pretense is lost. In the low light, his flushed face might almost glow beneath the scrutiny.

“If you’re nervous,” Pat says, slightly more gently, “just follow my lead.”

The last thing he hears, before Dave’s mouth is on his again, is a muttered “big fucking head.”

#pat riley #dave kershaw #sas rogue heroes #sas: rogue heroes #bob: fic #pat x dave #bob: kiss prompts

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hannahsmusings · 1 year

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Jackson

*Jackson felt a twinge of disappointment and rejection as you didn’t return any sort of comment to his remark about the curtains burning up, knowing that he ruined the moment and it just another thing to add to his little mental folder of ‘Times Jackson Has Fucked Up’* *he couldn’t stop himself from glancing up at you every so often, seeing you looking so cozy and concentrated on whatever you were doing and he found himself wanting to be cuddled up next to you under the blanket, his body feeling cold and lonely all of a sudden, able to imagine just how warm your body would be pressed against his with the added heat of the blanket and the fire, cuddling never being something he was too fond of* *he looks back down at his laptops as you say you sent the email along, nodding as he receives it* Thanks… *he looks over your notes, admiring how precise and clear they were, you taking more efficient notes then he even did and he knew he was a good note taker himself, clenching his fist as he knew he should say something, knowing he needed to praise you in some sort of way, his anger and resentment from the night before at war with his heart, really wishing he could turn that damn organ off so he could function properly, these foreign and weird emotions clouding his judgment* They’re good. Your notes. *he looks up at you as he speaks, wanting to watch your face for any sort of emotion*

*Matt was sat in the apartment staring out the window at all the snow, wondering where you were and what you were doing although he knew in the back of his mind where you were, that just making him clench his jaw, you choosing to be there in that giant house with a boss you pretended to hate instead of here, safe and warm with him* *he glanced down at his phone, figuring you would’ve texted him or something, some sort of olive branch to make up for the night before since he blamed you for it, he asked you to choose and you did and he was the one who needed an apology, not the other way around* *he opened his contacts and his thumb hovered over the ‘call’ button, part of him wanting to make sure you were safe, but the other petty and childish side decided against it, locking his phone and shoving it into his pocket, knowing he’d call you eventually to at least make sure you were safe, but he wasn’t going to bend on this - you were his girlfriend, not that prick’s, and he needed you here, emotionally and mentally, and that was that*

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*offers you a small smile as you thank me, not expecting a thanks but grateful for it, looking back at my laptop and trying to focus on getting some other jobs done for you, knowing realistically that meetings and phonecalls for later would have to be cancelled but I was leaving it to you there as I didn’t want to make a call and have you get angry at me for it, ultimately here to follow your lead and not the other way around so that was what I would do* *looks up as you speak again, eyes widening and stomach twisting at the praise, looking confused for a moment as I try and figure out whether you meant to say that but seeing you looked sincere and that making my cheeks flush a little and a smile ghost my lips, pleased that I seemed to have impressed you as I had been trying so hard* Yeah? Thank you. I’m glad they meet your standard. If there’s anything I can work on or improve just let me know. *smiles a little, feeling a little more perked up at the compliment and hating how you had such an impact on my mood, trying to focus back on my laptop as I bite back my grin*

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33roda · 3 years

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Zhongli X Dom!Reader <3

♡ teaching zhongli a little lesson...

♡ tags: humiliation, calling zhongli a slut, reader with cock/strap, cocksucking (reader receiving), choking, pegging, smartass li in the beginning

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"Hey Zhongli, you know how you've been struggling with mora these days?"

"Yes?"

"Well I've got the perfect job opportunity for you!"

Finally, a job! Zhongli'd been bothering half of Liyue with his lack of mora - asking for help paying for his meals, begging his neighbours for house appliances, bathing in public lakes just so he wouldn't pay water bills.. the list just went on and on. "What kind of job, if I may ask?" he leaned down to rest his arms on the table, looking at you with a soothing smile. He wasn't just gonna waltz into any job, no matter how broke he was.

"Ah, of course," you set down your cup of ginger tea, trying to shake away the bitter taste in your mouth. "Well, the Wanwen Bookhouse was looking for someone to take over for Jifang for a few days, so I recommended you!" knowing he'd take the job anyway, you didn't have to encourage him much - all it took was telling him he'd have to discuss mora with Jifang later, and he'd get the job almost immediately.

Days pass, with no negative news - only Zhongli telling you he'd "educated" the customers of the bookstore, nothing too out of the ordinary. However, when Jifang came back from her business trip, she sure had a lot to say about your recommended person. Apparently, he'd disrupt innocent customers just looking to buy books, and ramble to them about Liyue's history for hours and hours on end daily. You could already hear his rambles - How Liyue's been for the past 4,000 years, how it's grown, the wars it's been in and how they've affected it.. And boy, you were gonna teach him how to shut up.

You invited him over with the innocent guise of just having tea and chatting, but you definitely had other plans..

"So, Zhongli," you got up from your seat, walking all the way to the back of his chair. "The boss has been.. complaining," you leaned down to his ear, "apparently, you were disturbing her customers, is that right?"

Feeling his breath hitch at the closeness, he cleared his throat to regain his indifferent attitude. "Disturbing? I was simply educating them. I don't see howggwhh-" he got cut off by you squeezing his cheeks together, slurring his words. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned his head back to look at you from behind, and oh man did you look mad.

"Educating them? is that what you call embarrassing me in front of Jifang and her customers?" you shook his face left and right with your grasp on his cheeks, just strong enough to stop him from talking. "I guess we'll need to teach you how to shut up, 'li." you let go of his cheeks, leaving him to catch his breath. "Strip, Zhongli."

"You're.. gonna make me strip because I didn't do well? Is that how society works nowadays?" closing his eyes and letting out a little 'hm', he still got up anyway, no signs of complaint in his body language - if that wasn't evident enough in how he immediately started taking off his coat, still dressed in who knows how many layers. You moved over to sit in his place - you weren't just gonna let this go. You had to enjoy every minute of watching him, going from his vest, to his shirt and tie, and to finally, his bare chest. He was honestly just ripped, and you were gonna make good use of his defined chest - maybe later, though.

Stopping him when he got to unbuckling his belt, you got up, zipping through the house to lead him to your bedroom, probably knocking a few things over in the hall, but that didn't matter - you didn't want this to go slow, you needed to teach him a lesson, and quick. "On your knees, 'li," you shoved him down with your hands, finding it just adorable how he didn't complain - only bit his lip to hold back any smartass remarks. "Aw, is the humiliation getting to you already, pretty boy?" seating yourself on the edge of the bed, you stroked his cheek as gently as you could, before unbuckling your own pants to show him your cock. "You know what you're gonna do, right baby? Gonna choke you on my cock till you can't talk anymore," he gave you little nods, staring at the length in your hand. Even though he wouldn't show it, he couldn't wait to have you in his mouth - and you wasted no time doing that as you guided him to your cock, his mouth eagerly engulfing your tip and tongue licking all over. Bobbing his head, he took as much as he could, humming against you, but that won't do. You needed him to choke on you. Grabbing his head and thrusting into his mouth, you finally heard that pretty gagging sound from his throat, further exciting you to fuck into his cute little face. His warm saliva dribbling everywhere on you and his lips, leaking all the way down to his chest.. the sight almost made you swoon.

Finally pulling him off you, you almost felt bad looking at his pretty face splotched with blush and tears, lips open red and wide with saliva covering the entire bottom half of his face, but Gods, was it hot. "You lubed it up so well, sugar," you said, sounding almost impressed, "guess you're really sorry, hm?" you kicked off your pants completely, ignoring the wet patch near the crotch from his drool. "Don't worry dear, we're almost done with our lesson~ take your pants off for me, will you?"

He wasted no time taking off his pants, laying down on the bed and spreading his toned legs to show you his sweet hole, his stomach muscles contracted and head laying to the side, his hair laid messily next to him. You almost wished you'd kept his pants on and made him cum all over them - just to keep it as a reminder, but you had to take him. "Good boy, learning so much already," you teased the tip of your cock against his hole, "you almost look excited. You're enjoying this, aren't you?" his response being a gasp as he felt you enter him. Why not have a little more fun with it? "Show me how sorry you really are, 'li," you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear you.

"I-I apologi-mmmhhh," he bit his lip, letting out a low groan as he squeezed his eyes shut. You just kept pushing into him, sure he could take all of you, his hole almost like it was made for you - until the base of your cock reached his ass. "I apologizeEee, Y/N -ah," sliding out, you made sure to make him tremble on his words - it was just fucking adorable.

Building up your speed, he could barely manage to let out anything more than moans and little 'sorry's, overshadowed by the sound of you thrusting into his ass, making filthy smacking sounds. "I can't hear you over the sound of your ass, baby," you said between gasps, "Say it louder, you fucking slut."

It was dirty of you - teasing him like that knowing you found his spot. "imsorryimsorryimsoryAHHHMMF" was just music to your ears, slamming into the same spot over and over, eventually making him unable to let out a single word without having a moan in between - not like you cared anymore. You wanted to make him cum untouched, humiliate him just like he embarrassed you.

Twitching under you, he frantically grabbed onto the bedsheets. "I-I'm gon-" - and he spurt out his load, letting out such beautiful guttural moans, you would've recorded them if you could. It was impressive how much there was, honestly. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh before slowly sliding out of him and smacking his ass, admiring his ass and chest blushing red. Catching his breath, he looked down at you, lips parted as if to say something - but he couldn't.

You put your thumb to his lips. "You talk too much, Zhongli," you laughed. "Has no one ever taught you to shut that pretty mouth of yours?"

wc: 1.4k . not proofread

#dom!reader #genshin smut #genshin x reader #gn!reader #sub!genshin #sub!genshin x dom!reader #sub!genshin x gn!reader #sub!zhongli #smut #zhongli x reader

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quiltedgold · 3 years

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study buddies - leorio p.

pairing: leorio paladiknight x f!reader

wc: 1.9k

genre: smut. 18+ pretty please

contains: smut, unprotected sex, switch!leorio, switch!reader, college-age, handjob, yada yada

notes: this has not been proofread so forgive any mistakes. my friend saw a tiktok art this concept and inspired me to write this. also the empty leorio smut tag made me sad, so. enjoy :p

As you approached the door of your apartment, you dug in your bag for your keys, and… Nothing. No metal against your fingertips or jangling sounds from the depths of the backpack.

Damn it. No way you forgot them in Leorio’s apartment. You two had been studying for so long, and you were positive you had gathered up all your things from the table before heading out…

After one last sweep of your backpack, you were positive. No keys.

Sighing, you turned to make the trek back across campus to Leorio’s place. It wasn’t too far, a fifteen minute walk, ten if you hurried. Hopefully he was still up.

Before long, you were back at the entrance to his apartment complex. Grabbing your phone, you dialed him up and waited as it rang, then went to voicemail. Ah, maybe he was in the shower? No matter, you had a spare key to his place in case of emergencies, and he for yours. He wouldn’t mind if you used it to grab what you needed and got out of there. Fishing it out of your bag, you unlocked the door and headed up to his floor.

Rapping twice on the door, you called out- “Hey, Leorio? It’s me, I forgot something…”

No reply.

Frowning, you slotted the key into the lock and eased the door open, hoping he wasn’t asleep.

Before you saw him, you heard him. Quick, ragged breaths, and the wet, unmistakable sound of… Oh, god.

He was splayed on the couch, his legs spread and his sweatpants loose around his thighs. His head was thrown back against the cushions, facing towards the door, and you. His face was twisted in pleasure, his teeth digging into his lower lip. His sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

The sounds you heard were coming from his hand wrapped around his dick, rapidly fisting it into his palm. As you watched, his hips stuttered upwards once, and he threw his head back even further, letting out a whine, adam’s apple bobbing up his throat. He looked absolutely debauched.

Your brain battled with your desires, respect for your friend warring with the thoughts raging through your head.

Just when you thought you could work up the courage to leave, Leorio moaned your name in the most breathless, needy tone you’d ever heard from him, followed by a whiny, “Fuck, y/n, please-”

Your feet were immediately frozen to the floor, heart leaping into your throat. Your common sense told you to scram, to shut the door quietly and let him have his privacy and forget this ever happened, for both of your sakes’.

But the other part of you was louder. The part who knew that you’d been lusting after your friend for months, the part who’s encouraged the urge to crawl into his lap and kiss him breathless and more each time you hung out to study, but always been stifled… until now. That part of you made your brain kick into gear again.

You stepped quietly inside, shutting the door behind you, kicking off your shoes and placing your bag on the ground.

You padded over to the couch, face heating up with anticipation as you got closer.

“Leorio…” you whispered, and his eyes flew open, letting out a choked gasp. The hand around his dick halted its ministrations, and he scrambled to pull his sweatpants back up.

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I, I thought you had left-”

“If you were so pent up, you could have asked for my help,” you hummed, gently pushing his hand away from his sweatpants. “What else is a study buddy for?”

Leorio gulped, desperately searching your eyes for confirmation that his actions weren’t wrong, that you meant what you were saying. His pupils were still blown with pleasure, sweat beaded across his forehead.

You trailed your fingers up his thigh, ghosting the base of his dick.

“Need some help?” you asked, holding his gaze for affirmation.

“Yes, please, god, yes. I- I need you so bad, please,” he moaned, bucking his hips up into your featherlight touch.

Smiling, you retracted your hand and fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt instead. “I want you to show me how you were doing it,” you requested.

Gasping, he grabbed his cock again and began pumping it, screwing his eyes shut with pleasure and perhaps shame.

“Tell me what you think about when you do it,” you said, sliding a hand beneath his shirt.

“You, always you,” he moaned without hesitation. “Kissing you, eating you out, f-fucking you, nngh-” He cut himself off as your fingers circled his nipple.

“Keep going,” you teased.

“Oh, god. You, sucking my- my cock, under the table or in the shower, or- fuck!” He jolted as you gave his nipple a pinch. “Please, I want you to… I want-”

“Want me to jerk you off?” You offered.

“Yes,” he answered, gasping.

With a devilish grin, you slid onto the couch next to him and tucked yourself into his side, placing your hand atop his on his cock, entangling your fingers and leading the pace, purposefully slowing it down. You moved with long, slow strokes, squeezing lightly at the base and tracing your thumb against the tip. He was painfully hard, beads of precum oozing from the angry red tip, and his hips bucked up with every especially hard squeeze.

“Fuck,” he garbled. “Fuck, y/n, it’s so good, please, I need to… I need to c-come, please-”

“Go ahead, Leorio,” you purred. “Come for me.”

With a strangled moan, his hips jutted upwards one last time and cum spurted from his tip, painting both of your knuckles’ white. Each pulse of liquid sent a jolt up his cock, and you squeezed it lightly as he rode out the bulk of his orgasm.

As he wound down, panting, you lifted your hand from his dick and brought it to your mouth, making sure he watched as you lapped up his salty substance from each finger. His eyes, already lidded, darkened with desire.

Flitting your gaze down again to his length, you saw that, unbelievably, it was still hard.

“Y/n,” he rasped. “Let me fuck you. Please.”

It was all you could do to nod before he flipped you over, back pressed into the cushions and head against the arm of the couch. In the blink of an eye, he had your shirt and skirt off, leaving you in simply the matching set of lingerie you’d worn in the event that this was an outcome of tonight’s study session.

Leaning back on his heels, he raked his eyes across your figure, admiring each inch, squeezing the base of his cock again with the sight of you.

Struck with a wave of self-consciousness, you pressed your thighs together and turned your head into the armrest, face burning.

Leorio tsked, “Don’t get shy now, not after you just jerked me off on my own couch,” he growled, slotting his knee in between your thighs to force them apart. Running a finger along your covered slit, he stopped when he reached your heat, pressing lightly then bringing his finger up to examine.

“Oh, my god, you’re soaking,” he groaned, sucking his finger into his mouth to lap your juices clean. He leaned down to capture you in a kiss, hungrily sucking at your lower lip and dipping his tongue into your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and something that normally would have disgusted you only served to turn you on further as your tongues pressed against each other. You kissed hungrily for several moments, until the heat burning down below became too much to bear.

“Please, fuck me,” you moaned into his ear, looping your arms around his neck. “I can’t wait any longer, please.”

Nodding, Leorio wasted no time, shoving your panties to the side and lining his cock up with your entrance. Even the touch of his tip against your hole had both of you groaning, and he met your gaze and held it as he pushed his length all the way in. You wailed, wrapping your legs around his trim waist and trying everything to pull him closer, deeper.

His cock stretched your walls deliciously, filling you perfectly and making you wonder how you could have ever lived without this.

After his pelvis pressed flush against yours, his length as deep as humanly possible, he paused to give you time to adjust. Time held still, your breathing synched, his head dropped against your shoulder and pressing openmouthed kisses against your collarbone, light sideburns scratching gently against your jawline.

Then the moment was over, and he pulled out entirely, just the tip remaining. You almost cried at the loss, but he thrusted back into your heat before you could procure the sound.

The pace he set was breakneck, cock slamming into your tight hole, his moans echoing in your ear. What should have been too much only fanned the flames of your lust, throwing your head back with each thrust and crying his name and an assortment of obscenities.

“Fuck, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Leorio groaned, breathless. “Ever since you came to my place in that short-ass skirt and kept uncrossing your legs in front of me, god-”

His hands gripped your waist for dear life as he fucked into you, the size of them deliciously large compared to your frame, his thumbs practically touching. Leorio’s fingers pressed shadows into the soft of your stomach, undoubtedly leaving marks by the end of the night; which you couldn’t find it in yourself to be unhappy about.

“Remember that?” He asked, rolling his hips in a way that made you squeal. “I was convinced you were doing it to- nngh- to tease me. By the end of the night I was this close to bending you over the table and taking you right there, shit.”

Catching his breath, he leaned down to hiss in your ear. “But I guess that’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? Little slut.”

Fuck. You wailed at that, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Your fingers scrabbled for purchase against his back, likely leaving scratches against its tan expanse.

He groaned, speeding up the pace of his thrusts, cock insatiably hot and thick inside you. “Y/n, I’m close- want you to come with me, c’mon-”

Thankfully, the incessant slapping of his balls against your ass, pelvis rubbing against your clit, and his length reaching impossible centers within your cunt was sending you dangerously close to the edge.

“Please, Leorio, I need it, I need you, please-”

“Fuck, baby, I’m c-coming, where d’you- where do you want it-”

“Inside, inside-” you gasped without thinking, and he buried his cock inside you one last time, groaning as thick spurts of white painted your walls. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge, arching your back and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as your orgasm racked your body, fireworks of pleasure radiating through each appendage. You gripped his damp hair for purchase as you rode out your climax, and he huffed against your throat, arm muscles rippling as their strength faded.

Both of you panted as you came down from your respective highs. Rolling off you, Leorio collapsed at your side, hands trailing over your heaving chest.

With a puff of laughter, you turned your head to meet his eyes, now droopy and satisfied as they gazed into yours.

You grinned softly. “I should forget my keys over here more often.”

#leorio x reader #hxh x reader #hxh smut #leorio smut

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rowanaelinn · 3 years

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Thank you

rowaelin month day 24 - missing scene from canon

warning: nsfw content

“Sit,” Rowan ordered, nodding toward the small table standing in the middle of their cabin. Aelin, surprisingly, did as she was told. She sat and parted her legs enough so her lover could stand between them. He had brought with him a pitcher of cold water, putting it beside her with an old rag in bad condition, the fabric had been white a while ago but it was more yellow than anything else now.

“Are you going to yell?” Aelin asked and he only shrugged, taking her bleeding hand in his hand and bringing it to his lips so he could depose a delicate kiss on her bruised knuckles. She smiled at the small show of affection. Rowan had never been good with words, but he had been good at showing her how he felt.

“Why would I be angry?”

It was Aelin’s turn to shrug. “Aedion looked pissed that I punched the witch.”

“I would have done worse for what her coven did to you last spring.” Rowan’s tight voice resonated in the room. His magic started healing her hand, even if she didn’t need it. He just needed to take care of her. Aelin felt her own magic woke up at that, coming out to play with Rowan’s. She would never get tired of this feeling, this connection between their souls.

“You’re the one who got shot.” She retorted, still able to see his bloodied body on the grass, an arrow coming out of him. Aelin never wanted to experience such pain again in her life. She’d take every blow if it meant Rowan not getting hurt.

“But they targeted you.” Rowan looked back at her and Aelin could see the frozen rage on his face. They had been too close to losing each other that day, even if they didn’t even have each other yet at that time.

“Maybe I wanted to get shot,” she smirked. “But of course, you had to be dramatic and steal all the spotlight from me.”

Rowan barked a laugh. “Sometimes, someone else other than you needs to be the center of attention. We wouldn’t want your head to grow too big.”

Aelin rolled her eyes but couldn’t hold back the small smile on her lips. Rowan took more time than necessary to heal her, she knew it, but she didn’t call him out on that. Instead, she chose to enjoy the way his thumb stroked the palm of her hand, the way this simple touch heated her entire body.

She liked peaceful times like these between them, moments when they were together and didn’t either sleep or discuss war plans were rare, so Aelin learned how to enjoy them.

When Rowan was done playing with his magic, he took the rag and wet it before starting to clean her hand. Once again, he took his time, and Aelin was delighted by it. She kept thinking about how good life would be once they won the war and would be back in Terrasen.

“Done,” Rowan murmured before placing another kiss on the back of her hand. She smiled, indeed, her hand was clean and healed as if nothing happened. Rowan came closer to her, wanting to kiss her but Aelin had something else in mind.

Gently, she put her hands on his shoulder and pushed him so she had the space to slide off the table. Rowan looked at her, confusion clear in his eyes, as she walked to the door to lock it. Gods knew she didn’t want anyone other than Rowan to see what she was about to do.

Rowan’s frown deepened when she took her time to walk back to him, intensifying the sway of her hips and drawing attention from her lover just there. When she stood in front of him, she allowed him to kiss her. Just a peck, before she dropped to her knees, never breaking eye contact.

He threw his head back when he understood what she wanted to do, his breathing becoming ragged. Aelin was perfectly content for a moment to just want him as she went for his belt, unbuckling it in record time.

“Fuck, Aelin,” Rowan groaned as she put his pants down, followed by his underwear. He was already hard as if the sheer sight of her on her knees was enough to arouse him. “You don’t have to,” He told her and just for that, she wanted to do it ten times more.

Aelin didn’t answer. No, instead she took him in hand and licked his tip. He let out more curses than Aelin ever heard him speak.

Aelin had never done this, never felt confident enough to do it to Chaol last year, and ever since she had Rowan shared their body on that beach, Rowan had never let her do anything, always taking the lead and being the one on his knees. So, for the last few days, Aelin had planned how to surprise him so she could finally give him this pleasure. Of course, she hadn’t planned on beating the witch just so she could suck her lover off, but it sure as hell was an amazing opportunity. Especially when she had felt the slight change in his scent when she had delivered the blow. She loved his wicked mind.

Slowly, she licked him from base to tip, taking the head on her mouth and using her tongue to play with it. If the noises coming out of Rowan were any indication, she’d say she wasn’t too bad at it.

She used her hand to pump the base of his erection as she took more and more in her mouth. Aelin felt the ghost of a thrust in her mouth and when she looked up, Rowan’s pained eyes were on her.

The overbearing buzzard probably just wanted to keep it slow for her, once again putting her before his own pleasure, but Aelin was having none of that today. This was for him, she wanted him to enjoy himself and think about himself for once.

She slid her hand from his shaft to his balls, cupping them. At this, Rowan’s hand gripped her shoulder. She kept looking at him as she took almost all of him, this tip hitting the back of his throat almost making her choke. “Fuck, you’re so good,” Rowan said and it had her clenching her thighs. Seeing him receiving pleasure, hearing him speak to her, shouldn’t turn her on that much.

Tears were rolling down her face when she pulled her head back, taking him in hand while she tried to get her breathing back to normal. Rowan’s hand clenched on her shoulder when she fisted him harder and while it did nothing to her, she still moaned with him.

“Fuck my mouth,” she looked up at him and he cursed. She was probably a sight to behold right now saliva on her chin and rosy swollen lips, tears coming out of her eyes. Rowan shook his head, but Aelin had none of it. “Come on, Rowan. I’m not some pretty flower that will break.” She told him as she tightened her hold on him, his free hand shot to her other shoulder, trying to keep himself on his feet.

“One condition,” he told her and Aelin urged him to speak by stroking him faster. “Touch yourself.”

It was her turn to shake her head. No, it was all about Rowan. All about pleasing him. All about thanking him for everything he did for her.

“Aelin, I can smell how much you want it, your scent is driving me-” he groaned as Aelin twisted her hand, her other one finding his balls. “-crazy. Do it,” he said and when he saw he hadn’t convinced her, he used his last card. “For me. Do it for me,” he grilled through his teeth, and suddenly, Aelin was undoing her own belt before shoving her hand down her pants.

She didn’t even know males were turned on by this, but Rowan definitely was. Oh, gods, she’d have so much fun with that later. She couldn’t help but smirk at every scenario in which she could tease him that comes to her mind.

As her hand slipped under her panties, finding her soaked heat, Rowan took off her hand from his balls and started stroking himself, eyes fixed on her hand moving under the garments. She moaned, letting her head fall back on his thigh, as her fingers found her clit and started circling it.

Not wasting time, Aelin put her mouth back on Rowan, taking in his tip and some of his length, before stopping her movements on him, looking up at Rowan, waiting for him to do anything.

She moaned around him when she slid a finger in her, and it urged him to thrust. Faster than she could comprehend, Rowan’s hands were in her hair, holding her head still, as he thrust his hips erratically in her.

Aelin had nothing do to but keeping her mouth open as she kept fucking herself with her fingers. She hadn’t touched herself since Rowan first touched her on that beach and she could not help but realize how small her fingers were compared to his.

She gagged every time he hit the back of her throat but she didn’t ask him to stop. On the contrary, she kept moaning around him, her silent way to beg him to keep going. “Such a good mouth,” Rowan groaned and Aelin clenched around her fingers at that. She loved it when he was talkative in bed.

She was already so close, too worked up from seeing Rowan take pleasure and having his way with her. He pulled hard at her head, making her release a loud moan, Rowan followed, taking pleasure in the vibrations around his cock. “Fuck, Fireheart, I’m gonna-” He groaned loudly as she took the initiative to make him as deep as she could.

He had warned her to let her retract if she wanted, but Aelin Ashryver Galathynius had never been one to back down from a challenge. She wanted all of Rowan, wanted his taste deep in her throat.

They worked together, each second bringing them closer to the edge, and when Aelin reached that peak, Rowan followed, spilling himself in her throat.

Her orgasm made it harder to swallow, too focused on what she was feeling. So she wasn’t surprised to see Rowan kneeling in front of her, using the rag from earlier to clean her lips and chin. When he was done, Aelin smiled at him and he returned it.

“You’re amazing, Fireheart,” Rowan said as he leaned in to kiss her. The kiss started sweet and loving, but it soon turned needy. It was crazy to Aelin how they could need each other so soon after getting off, but she prayed to all the gods it would never stop.

When his hands went to take off her shirt, someone knocked on their door. Loudly.

Rowan cursed, letting his head drop on her shoulder as she chuckled, using her small hands to stroke his back.

Apparently, they’d have to wait before he could find out how wet, exactly, it made her to touch him.

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dameronology · 3 years

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to all the pilots i've loved before {poe dameron} - 3/4

part three: better half of a whole

summary: you’re in love with poe dameron. it’s both the most complicated and most simple thing in the galaxy - and it’s all shoved into a shoe-box under your bed, in the form of a thousand love letters. here’s to hoping he never finds them. (series masterlist)

warnings: language, mentions of injury

i'm so sorry this took me so long to write!! i got writer's block and then i was horribly busy with a thousand others things and sadly, i cannot prioritise fan fiction over real life duties. and i would know, because i've tried

enjoy!!

- jazz

Poe didn't sleep for...well, it was probably days. Felt like years.

Dear trouble,

Every time he closed his eyes, your face would flash into his mind. The sound of your laugh echoing amongst the cries of war; the feel of your soft hands tracing the remains of battle scars and wounds. What if the hug you gave him before you left was the last? What if your slightly pained laughter at the shitty joke he'd made in the jungle the night before was all he had left? He cherished every memory he had of you but he loved you more.

I know you hate when I call you that, but it feels pretty accurate - because you do cause trouble, normally with me but more recently FOR me. Anyways, I never considered myself to be much of a letter writer, but then I saw yours and...fuck.

Love. What a funny fucking word, right? Said so easily, but meant so much. Something that felt so hard to find, but even more difficult to hold onto. His parents had found it and they'd kept it for so long, and he'd always wanted the same - nothing less, nothing more. Just the kind of unwavering, undying love that can survive a war and be happy with the domesticity that followed. The only difference between Poe and his parents was that they'd been fearless with every aspect of their lives, not withholding their ability to express feelings. Perhaps that's where he fell short. Shara had taught him a lot of things but she'd been lost before he taught her how to pull his head out his ass and just...say things how they were.

What am I even supposed to say? I love you too would be a start, because I obviously I do. I've always wanted to say it but I never wanted to risk what we had in case you secretly hated me, and now I'm going to live out the rest of my days regretting it.

The first that Poe managed to finally get some rest was four days after Leia had broken the news of your disappearance. He'd fallen asleep in his quarters, curled up into Finn's side and clutching a t-shirt of his that he'd left in your room - you'd borrowed it a few months ago, and it still smelt of you. It was a mixture of your everyday body fragrance and a little of engine oil. BB-8 was snoozing quietly in the corner and for the first time in days, Poe's jaw and shoulders weren't tense and clenched.

The little robot did stir, however, when he got a comms system message from Leia. He was awake immediately, cruising across the room and crashing straight into the nearest human he could find - and it was at that point that Finn regretted leaving his leg dangling off the side of the bed. He jumped awake, brown eyes finding the droid peering up at him.

You're not just my best friend. You're my partner in crime, my soulmate and you know that twin flame bullshit that Rey always go on about? You're probably that too because we're both flaming hot. You're the better half of this whole. You and me.

"Poe is sleeping, buddy," he quietly said.

"There's a message from the general," BB-8 beeped back.

Poe suddenly woke up at that - it could have been any message, and certainly not one about you, but something in his gut told him otherwise. If it hadn't have been, Leia would have left it til morning, or not even bothered him at all in his current state.

"What?" the pilot asked. "What is it?"

"They're back, in the med-"

Poe didn't give him a chance to say anything else, because he was already up and out the door - jacket unzipped, boots half unlaced, hair sticking up in a thousand different directions.

And even though he hadn't slept for days, he was running for his dear fucking life. The medical bay was right on the other side of the base and he didn't care. You were there - in what state, he didn't know - and that was all that mattered. He was just wanted to be with you, beside you, and he never planned on leaving.

If I see you again, I'm not gonna hide it anymore. I love you and you deserve to know that. I'm gonna give you the fucking world, I promise.

Poe skidded around the corner, stopping his tracks when he saw you across the room. You looked tired - far past it, in fact - and his entire body tensed when he saw the bruises on your arm and up your neck. Still, he took comfort in the fact that he knew you put up a good fight. You'd sparred together enough times and given him enough bruises to last a life time.

There was a slight oof as someone crashed into the back of Poe (Finn's subtle way of announcing his arrival). He placed a hand on his shoulder, shoving him forward slightly. It was clear that Poe was in a state of shock - at your loss, at your declaration, and even more at your return - because the last few days had changed everything.

Everything he'd ever wanted was about to come to fruition. No pressure.

"Go to them," Finn murmured.

With that, Poe took a few steps forward - you met him half away across the room, chests colliding with enough force to knock down an ATAT. He wound his arms you, pulling you towards him with one hand tangled in your hair and the other holding your back. He clung to you, tears in his eyes and entire body shaking, almost as though he was using the feeling of you to act as a reminder that this wasn't a dream. You were here. You were back. Perhaps a little worst for wear, but alive and standing all the same.

I don't know how I'll say it. Am I meant to just blurt it out? I've never said it to anyone before, so...what the fuck am I meant to do? Normally, I'd come to you for advice on this sort of this but that feels a bit counter intuitive.

"Hey, Poe," you gently murmured.

"Hey, trouble," he let out a shaky laugh, pulling back from the hug to clutch your face in his hands. "You're alive. You're here-"

"- yeah, I'm here," you grinned.

"What happened?" he pushed. "If I ever find those First Order bastards, I swear it's on site."

"They were trying to shoot us out the sky, so we had to lay low on a random moon for a few days, but the residents of said moon were not very friendly and - you know what? It doesn't matter," you leant into his touch, relishing the feeling of his hands against your skin. "I'm here and that's what's important."

"I was so scared," Poe admitted. "And they had me search your room for back up plans and-"

You froze.

"You...you searched my room?" you stuttered. "What did you find?"

The main thing is, I AM gonna tell you. I promise. Just...please come back.

Love, Poe

Poe's eyes widened - maybe now wasn't the best time to break the news. You were bleeding from your head and hadn't slept for days. To spring it on you before you were even cleaned up felt a bit unfair. His worst fears had been avoided, so he didn't mind waiting just a little longer.

"Nothing," he forced a smile. "C'mon, I'll clean you up."

Taking your hand in his, Poe lead you towards one of the beds. He was hardly a medical expert, but he'd been through enough cuts and scrapes to have a basic understanding of stitches. And luckily, your injuries didn't look too bad. It was more just the fact you had them in the first place that hurt him.

What if he'd gone on the mission with you? Or convinced you to stay? Fuck, he would have gone in your place if he knew what was going to happen. The last few days had been the worst of his life and he almost felt responsible for what had happened to you. Your pain was his pain, and he felt it in every fibre of his being.

But, of all things, at least he knew what love was now - and if you had never have gone MIA, he never would have gone looking in your room, and he never would have found those letters. It felt like a bit of a dick move to call them a blessing in disguise but his mother had always taught him the value of looking for silver linings. The last week had been one giant thunderstorm. There had been no breaks in the rain, or sun peaking through the clouds. It had just been darkness and thunder, but it was all beginning to clear now.

What was it that Shara had said when Poe was a kid? Things have a funny way of working out. This was all a testament to that, and also to the fact that she always seemed to be right.

Poe's hands moved gently as he stitched up the cut on your forehead. They were still steady as they moved, brown eyes occasionally moving down to meet yours. He always smiled when they did.

"There we go," he said. "That shouldn't scar, but if it does, it would make you look like a bad-ass, so..."

You chuckled slightly. "Thanks, Dameron."

"You don't have to thank me," he quietly murmured, running a thumb over your cheek. "I'm just glad you're back."

"Right," you grinned. "What did you do whilst I was gone?"

Cried. Read those letters. Cried some more. Wrote a letter myself, then cried on that too.

"I just...I caught up some on some reading," he forced a smile. "C'mon, let's go to my quarters. I have some bactaspray there for those bruises."

Poe took your hand in his again and helped you up off of the bed - you seemed okay to walk, but he didn't let go. He needed to feel you, to know that you were there. He was worried you might float away into the galaxy and disappear all over again if he didn't cling onto you.

And for you, the feeling of his warm hands against yours was a welcome relief after a long few days. You were trying to push the pain and the incoming nightmares to the back of your head, and it was much easier when Poe was beside you. You already knew that he was going to make you sleep beside him that night. Being on the same wavelength so often was a great feeling.

Poe hadn't thought about tidying his room - why would he? He'd been so preoccupied with you, and finding you, that he'd barely considered the idea. Besides, it wasn't like you were going to care about the shoes by his door, or the letters on his desk, or the unfolded laund-

- fuck.

The letters.

Your box of letters, which was sat on his desk, which was right by the door.

By the time he'd even registered that they were there, you were already half way into the room. In a somewhat half-arsed attempt to shove them back in the box and toss them to the side, Poe dove forward and knocked them into an open draw, slamming it shut.

When he turned around and saw your wide eyes, it was clear he was a little too late. You'd already seen them.

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Jawbreaker

You’ve been dodging Colson’s advances for once, but when he shows up at 6 in the morning, you finally decide to give in.

Request: “I love your writing can you write a Colson x reader using the song jawbreaker with some fluff and smut, maybe on the beach?”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: smut, cursing

A/N: this is so much longer than I meant it to be (it was going to be longer but I cut it off bc I needed to post this) (Also, I’ve never had sex on the beach so… apologies for any inaccuracies but I tried my best lmao)

Word Count: 2861

Who the hell was calling you at 5 in the morning?

The light from the phone screen burned your eyes slightly as Colson’s name came into view. You sighed out before answering, “why do you do this?”

The man on the other end of the phone snickered, “good, you’re awake. I’ll be at your house in 20.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion and discuss, “no the fuck you will not. I was asleep.”

He chuckled, “we’re going to the beach.”

“Colson, I have work to do.” This was not the first time he had pulled an extravagant stunt to try and get your attention, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N, how do you still have work to do, you work all the time.” He groaned in frustration, “you’re coming with me, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You rolled your eyes, “well, that’s the answer I’m giving.” You hung up the phone, unable to see the disappointed expression on his face when you did.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Colson, you did. You just didn’t swoon over him like every other woman in his life, which apparently only made him try to get your attention even more.

After you hung up you fell back asleep, not considering that he might actually show up at your door in 20 minutes. So, when he did, you wanted to kill him.

“Colson, I told you. I have work to do.”

Admittedly, the sight of him in a sheer tank top and low hanging swim shorts on your doorstep was one that would occupy your mind for a while. But you still refused to give him the attention he craved.

He smiled innocently, “you can take vacation days.” Your expression was unamused, prompting him to continue, “you work too hard, just take one day off with me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I work a normal amount and I take vacation days. Just not with you.”

Colson pouted, tilting his head to the side, “that hurt.”

A chuckle fell from your lips with a roll of your eyes, “if I go today will you stop calling me before 9 am?”

He shrugged, “probably not.”

You groaned, moving to let him enter your house reluctantly. “Give me like 10 minutes,” you sighed, moving to your room to grab your sexiest bikini. Despite your reluctancy, you decided that if you were going to go, you might as well make it fun. You threw a long, slightly see-through shirt on top, the material not doing all that much to hide what was underneath.

After fixing up the rest of your appearance, you moved to find Colson, who you had left in the living room. He was lounging on the couch when you appeared, his jaw dropping dramatically.

You rolled your eyes with a giggle, moving to stand in front of him. “Are we leaving or are you just gonna sit there all day?”

He stuttered, his face blushing red, “uh- yeah, let’s- uh- let’s go.” You grabbed onto his hand, pulling him off the couch gently and leading him to the door. You grabbed your sunglasses on the way out, catching the time; 5:32.

Colson opened the car door for you, helping you in. As soon as he got onto the main road, his right hand moved to rest on your thigh. Your first instinct was to say something snarky about it, or just remove it altogether, but you decided to let yourself relax for the day.

It was hard to say what you and Colson were. You weren’t dating per se, but you were certainly more than friendly. Colson had a habit of calling you at all hours of the night and early morning, asking you to hang out with him or full on (drunk) confessing his adoration for you. You always rejected his advances, knowing you had no time for a relationship and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of falling for him. But there was always a part of you that craved him, and his constant flirting and touching didn’t help anything.

The ride to the beach was relaxing; Colson had the windows rolled down to let the wind encase your body. The cold contrasted with the warmth that his hand sent running through you, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the bare skin. He blared music through the speakers, singing along despite the early hours. You giggled as he gave very dramatic performances, eventually singing along with him.

When you arrived, he reached in the trunk to get the large blanket he had placed there earlier. With his free hand he grasped your hand, intertwining your fingers. You sent him a questioning look but didn’t pull away.

The beach was empty except for a few people walking the shoreline. Colson spread out the blanket in a small area closer inland, fairly hidden from the view of the rest of the beach. He pulled off his shirt slowly, showing off his tattooed chest and muscular torso. You did everything you could to stop yourself from staring. He made no effort to keep his eyes off of you as you rid yourself of your shirt.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the water, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

He smirked, “can I really?” You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. The water ran over your toes, the coldness surprising you. The man laughed as you squealed lightly, jumping back in shock.

“It’s cold,” you tried to defend yourself, but he kept laughing. “You’re a jerk,” you pouted, kicking water towards him. He narrowed his eyes playfully, waddling further into the water and returning the gesture. “Colson!”

Before you knew it, a splashing war had started between you two, which ended with Colson dragging you further into the water. You whined as it hit the top of your thighs, shivers running through your body. Colson chuckled teasingly, “are you cold?”

“Yes,” you moved closer to him, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders, “you wouldn’t understand because the water is barely hitting above your knees.”

He looked down at you with a mischievous expression before leaning down and picking you up, bridal style. “Put me down!” You tried to sound serious, but your laughter exposed your amusement.

Colson shrugged, “if you say so.” Before you could protest, he lightly threw you into the water.

When you emerged, you had a pout on your face, “I hate you.”

He laughed, “I know you do.” He moved towards you, arms reaching out to grab your waist. He pulled you into his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into your own. “Let’s go warm up,” he pulled away and laced your hands together again, leading you back to your spot on the beach.

You settled onto the blanket while Colson grabbed a towel from his car, wrapping it around you when he returned. He sat down beside you, his legs spread out in front of him. You climbed into his lap, leaning into his chest to find more warmth. When he chuckled at your actions, you hushed him, “you’re warm, shut up.”

He teased you, “I think you just want to be close to me.”

You scrunched your nose playfully, “who’d want to be close to you?” He shook his head playfully before leaning his chin on the top of your head.

It was quiet for a little while after that, both of you relaxing in each other’s arms. It was interrupted by Colson, “hey, look.”

You lifted your head to send a confused look to him, only to find his gaze on the sky. Moving your vision to where his was focused, you found the sky a beautiful array of pink and orange. A smile came to your face at the beauty of it all. “I haven’t watched the sun rise in so long,” you whispered, shifting so you were sitting with your back against his chest.

His hands placed themselves on your lower stomach gently as he leaned towards you and whispered, “that’s why I brought you out here this early.”

You looked up at him over your shoulder, “thank you.”

He shrugged, “told you, you need a break.” You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning up and pressing a small kiss to his jaw.

You began to move away before his lips caught yours, keeping you in place. The kiss was unexpected, but you found yourself easily falling into it. His lips were smooth against your own, the movements perfectly in sync.

You shifted so that you were on your knees facing him, arms finding their place around his neck. His hands gripped your sides as his tongue slid across your lips. Your lips parted to let him in, deepening the kiss. You let one of your hands travel up and down his torso, feeling the muscles underneath your fingers.

Colson’s hand moved down to your thigh, pausing at your ass momentarily to massage the skin. He moved one leg at a time so that you were straddling him from your knees, his bulge growing ever more apparent to you. You moaned quietly as you started grinding on him, only the very thin fabric of your bathing suits covering you.

His lips detached from yours, “we should stop before we- uh-“

You rolled your eyes, cutting him off, “what, scared of getting caught?”

He scoffed, “I was trying to be a gentleman and say we could go do this somewhere with less sand, but whatever you want, m’lady.”

A laugh rolled off your tongue before you pecked his lips lightly, “you’re cute.” You pecked his lips again, grinding onto him again, “but you started this here, so you’re gonna finish it here.”

Colson smirked, lips finding yours immediately. His hands moved to the towel that had fallen to your feet, using it to cover up your middle. “Turn around,” he whispered, and you did as he said. , sliding off his lap for a moment so that he could pull his member out of his pants, rolling on a condom that he’d had in his pocket.

You chuckled, “was this your plan all along?” You placed your knees on either side of him once again, making sure the towel was placed across your lap properly.

He reached for your waist, pulling you closer to him and undoing the ties on either side of your bikini bottoms, “I was being hopeful.”

His lips found your neck as you lifted your hips and slowly slid his length into you. You let out a hum, biting your lip to keep any actual moans from coming out. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby,” he muttered against your skin.

You whined quietly as his hands on your waist led you up and down him slowly. You placed your own hands against his thighs to keep yourself balanced. Your pace sped up, hips moving to collide with his needily.

He filled you up fully, hitting your walls and setting every nerve in your body on fire. It didn’t take very long for you to begin clenching around him. His pants and kisses against your neck made every feeling even more intense. “’m close, Kells,” you whined, grinding yourself into him even harder.

He growled against your skin, hands still controlling the majority of your movements, “I know, princess. Just hold on a little longer.” He began to thrust his hips up into you harshly, going deeper into your core than he had before.

You couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, the noises spilling from your mouth with every thrust. He smirked, “that’s it, baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

“Mm, please. I’m so close,” you whined, trying to hold off your release as long as possible. Colson didn’t say a word, he only continued to thrust up into you for a few more moments before twitching inside of you.

His thrusts got sloppy as he approached his climax, his voice sending you over the edge. “Cum around me, babe.”

Fireworks spread through your body as you came, your orgasm washing over you heavily. Colson’s seed spilled into the condom inside of you, his thrusts slowing before stopping completely.

You lifted yourself off of him, leaning against his chest. You moved with its rise and fall, his heavy breaths filling your ears. He pressed lazy kisses to your cheek and jaw as the two of you came down, whispering into your ear, “you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Smiling, you put your bikini bottoms on, still under the cover of the towel. Once you were both decent enough to make it to the water, you climbed out of his lap and stood up, pulling him with you. He followed you lazily to the water, hands once again finding your hips and pulling you towards him.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, eyes shining brightly, “glad you came?”

“A little,” you giggled, reconnecting your lips.

A few hours later the two of you packed up and went back to your place, a sleepy haze finding its way to your mind. You had tried to stay awake as long as possible, but Colson could tell you were struggling to keep your eyes open. So, when he suggested a nap, you easily agreed. You curled up in his arms, sleep overtaking you almost instantly.

It was around 6 pm when you woke up to your phone vibrating. You groaned, untangling yourself from Colson and climbing off of the bed.

“Hello?” You answered the phone call.

Your manager’s voice rang through the phone, “Hey, Y/N! I thought you were going to get those sides to me today?”

You groaned, having completely forgotten about the work you’d needed to do today. “Yeah, I’ll get ‘em to you tonight, what time do you need them?”

“The director was hoping by 8 pm, think you can swing that?”

You sighed, thankful that you had at least recorded most of the material the day before, “I can try.” Your manager thanked you before hanging up, leaving you to let out an annoyed groan.

You felt a pair of hands around your waist, Colson’s familiar tattoos alerting you to their owner. “What was that about?” His voice was riddled with sleep, making you want to do nothing but lie in bed with him the rest of the day.

Instead, you turned to face him with a sigh, “I have to record some stuff for this audition before 8 tonight.” He pouted, leaning down to kiss you. You moved your head so that his lips met your cheek, making the man huff. “Colson, you should go home.”

He groaned, “it’s your day off, you shouldn’t have to do work.”

“You decided it was my day off, I told you I had work to do.” You giggled, pushing away from him, “I can’t record if you’re here.”

“I’ll be quiet,” he pleaded, his lips moving down to suck on your jaw.

You pushed him away gently, “that’s not what I mean. You’re a distraction, I won’t get anything done in time if you’re here.” You smiled fondly at his poutiness.

“You work too much.”

Moving away from him, you chuckled, “I’m being serious, Kells.”

“Are you really kicking me out?” He huffed, tilting his head to the side. You simply nodded in response, to which he responded, “are we going to talk about today?”

You sighed, “not right now. I have to get this stuff done.”

He threw his hands up in surrender, moving towards your door, “okay, I’m gone.”

You watched the man walk out the door, conflicted between wanting to pull him back inside and never let him leave and wanting to lock the door and never let him back in.

At 6am, you were awoken by a knock at your door. Why does this keep happening to you?

You weren’t going to answer it, hoping whoever it was would just go away, but once you heard the “Y/N? I know you’re home,” you knew they wouldn’t.

“Colson, it’s six in the morning, what are you doing?” You took in the man’s appearance, his bloodshot eyes, red cheeks, and stench alerting you to his far from sober state.

He slurred his words when he spoke, “I wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorframe, “did you drive here?” The man nodded, dangling his keys in your face. “How the hell are you not dead?” You muttered to yourself, grabbing the keys from his hand, “c’mon, I’m driving you home.”

He stumbled forward, trying to stop you from moving towards his car, “let’s just hang out here.”

“Colson, it is 6 in the morning and you’re crossed on my doorstep, I’m taking you home.” You tried to push past him, but even wasted he was stronger than you.

He whined, “I came to see you, don’t make me leave.”

At this point, you were too tired to fight with him, “fine, but I’m going back to sleep.”

He laughed mischievously, stepping closer to you, and wrapping an arm around your waist, “no you aren’t.”

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cjsinkythoughts · 3 years

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FATWS One Shot #4 - Best Girls, Good Guys, Hand Art, Joy Rides

Word Count: 1922

Warnings: Cursing, Implied PTSD, Mention of IED, Motorcycle Ride Without Helmets

Setting/Characters: Captain America: The Winter Soldier in 2014; Reader, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Sam’s therapy group, Lady at the Front Desk, Mentions of Peggy Carter and Riley

A/N: Here’s number 4! Like I said in the previous One Shot, I’m hoping to get TWS One Shots done today and tomorrow. Um, I don’t have a lot to say this time since I unloaded pretty much everything in the last One Shot. So, I guess that’s all!

This isn’t beta’d, as usual, so please excuse any mistakes! Be kind to yourselves and others! Enjoy this part, thank you for reading, and stay tuned!

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(PICTURE DOESN’T REPRESENT READER, JUST WHAT THE ART STEVE DREW LOOKS LIKE!)

“How is she?”

Steve nodded, taking the helmet he insisted on keeping for you in the compartment under his seat out and handing it over. What a hypocrite. “She’s fine. I guess. She…forgot. We were in the middle of a conversation and she…forgot I was alive.”

You gave his shoulder a squeeze. “Alzheimer’s is a scary thing. I’m sorry. It must be hard seeing your best girl go through that.” He froze, his wide eyes scanning you. You ignored his gaze, giving him the helmet back. You really hoped it didn’t come out as sad and spiteful as you meant it. You didn’t want to despise her, you really didn’t. You couldn’t. You had too much respect for her. She did help build the organization you worked for. You just hated the position you found yourself in. “We’re just going to the VA. It’s not too far. I’ll be fine.”

“No, honey. I don’t want you getting hurt-”

“I won’t, Steve.” You pushed back. “I’ve done it before in a lot more dangerous places than the streets of DC. Plus, I trust you. You wouldn’t let me get hurt, would you?”

His lips turned up slightly, his head shaking just enough. “No. No, I wouldn’t. Hop on, then.” He jerked his head to his bike, putting the helmet away before sitting down with you following his lead. You pressed against him, an arm around his waist, thighs squeezing his hips lightly. “Ready?”

“Mhmm.” You hummed, setting your chin on his shoulder.

The bike roared to life underneath you before you took off. You were never worried when Steve drove. Sometimes he liked going fast when you two go for a drive through backroads of Virginia for a weekend, camping underneath the stars. But when you were in DC, he cruised, fast enough that you could get pulled over for doing ten over, but slow enough that you didn’t have to shout over the rush of the wind combing through your hair.

He usually talked to you while driving, but he was quiet this time. You turned your head to study him. His jaw ticked ever so often, his eyebrows furrowed and those pink lips turned down.

You didn’t want to distract him, but you couldn’t help but lift your free hand, tracing his jaw from his chin to his ear before pressing soft circles into the hinge of his jaw with your thumb. “Are you okay? Did I upset you?”

“No. No, you’re perfect, honey.” He reassured quickly, moving around a car, side eyeing you for just a second. “I’ve just…there’s a lot on my mind. A lot I need to figure out.”

You nodded. “If you ever need me. I’m here.”

He grinned, taking your hand in one of his to press a kiss to the knuckles, eyes not leaving the road. “I know.”

“Tell me more about this Sam Wilson guy.”

Steve chuckled before telling you about his run the day prior and how he lapped Wilson a few times and their conversation afterwards. He was just finishing up when he parked in the parking garage of the VA, “and then Natasha drove up saying she was looking for a fossil she was supposed to pick up.”

“A fossil.” You snorted. “I’m gonna have to use that.”

He gave you a playful glare as you swung your leg around and stood up. Catching your jaw between his fingers, he chuckled when he squished your cheeks together. “Call me a fossil, honey, and I’ll tell Fury the only way I’m doing missions is if you don’t.”

You gasped, shaking your head. “You ‘ouldn’!” You slurred out, trying to talk with your lips pursed.

He gave a little giggle, gently making your head move up and down in a nod. “Oh yes I would.” He pecked your nose, letting go of your cheeks. “C’mon, dame.” You blinked after him as he started towards the elevators with long strides.

“You’re an ass, you know that?”

He smirked at you over his shoulder as you jogged to catch up, holding his hand out behind him. “C’mon. You know I’d never do that to ya.”

Narrowing your eyes, you snatched his hand and huffed. “Well…yeah. But still.”

Another chuckle left his lips, pulling you closer to his side as you pressed the button for the elevator, leaving a kiss on your head. You fell into comfortable silence after that, Steve’s thumb tracing patterns on your hand while you waited for the elevator to ding.

When it finally did, Steve had a pen pulled out and, as you entered the elevator, he pulled your hand up closer to his face, lifting the writing utensil to the back of your palm.

You didn’t say anything, merely looking around the elevator after pushing the level you were going to. It was something you found that calmed Steve; drawing. So whenever he was bored or anxious, you let him draw on your hand. He used to ask, but he stopped after you told him you’d never say no.

The elevator dinged and the doors open, causing Steve to stop inking up your skin and drop your still linked hands down to your sides, shoving his pen in his pocket. You looked down at the partial flower and leaves wrapping around your wrist, smiling affectionately. He really was a good artist.

The lady at the front desk told you where to go when you asked for Sam Wilson, which Steve did rather eagerly, making you laugh. He had told you about Sam’s want to impress her when he came in. Apparently he was with a group, but she said it was okay for you to go in as long as you didn’t disrupt anything. Steve thanked her, before following her directions down the hall and around the corner.

You heard them before you saw them. A woman was talking, telling a story of how she got pulled over the previous week. Steve leaned against a column to the side of the room, out of the way, putting his hands in his pockets. You let his hand go to allow him to do so, linking your arm with his and holding his wrist with your free hand.

“I swerved…to miss a plastic bag. I thought it was an IED.”

You watched Steve’s reactions through the rest of the session. It wasn’t much longer - maybe ten minutes - before it ended. You had tried to convince him to go to one of these when he first got out of the ice, but he refused.

“I’ve already got you, honey. That’s all I need.”

And, yes, he did have you; your assignment was literally helping him with that stuff. But you still thought he’d benefit from it. Especially now since you had started going back on your own assignments. Maybe he’d start going to Wilson’s.

After the meeting, you and Steve walked up to the veteran who had just finished his farewells and started cleaning up the table at the front with brochures and things. “Look who it is. The running man. And who’s this pretty lady?”

You smiled, sticking out your hand, your name leaving your lips in an introduction. “Sam Wilson.” He shook your hand with a grin of his own. “Nice to meet you, cher.”

“You too, Sam.”

“We caught the last few minutes.” Steve stated, leaning on the wall again, keeping his arm linked with yours. “It’s pretty intense.”

You listened sadly as Sam told you two about his wingman, Riley, but you didn’t pity him. You knew what it was like to lose people and you hated the pity you received from others. You were glad to see he wasn’t beating himself up over it, even allowing himself to smile as the conversation shifted to his retirement. Steve was right; he did seem like a good guy.

“Are you thinking about getting out?”

You glanced up at Steve as he answered “no.” You saw the hesitation in his eyes that flickered to you, before he met Sam’s again. “I don’t know.” Hearing Steve admit that he didn’t know what he wanted made your heartache. You wanted him to be happy, and the fact that he didn’t know what made him happy caused you to grip his arm tighter.

You, Sam, and Steve talked a bit longer, getting to know each other a little better. You even did the unthinkable and told him you worked for SHIELD when he asked how you two knew each other. Steve raised an amused eyebrow as your eyes widened, your hand slapping over your mouth.

“Holy shit. I can’t believe I just told you that. You can’t tell anyone.”

Sam laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t worry. My lips are sealed.”

You finally said bye when Sam mentioned needing to get back to work. Walking back towards the elevators, Steve chuckled and nudged you. “You warmed up to him quickly.”

“Ha ha.” You rolled your eyes, your face landing in your hands. “Oh my God. I’ve never told anyone that. Ever.”

“I told you. He’s a good person. Easy to talk to.”

“Yeah…speaking of,” you tilted your head up to him as you stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind you. “Do you want to get out?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed thickly. “That’s not what I said. I just…I don’t really know…what to do.”

You pouted a little, tilting your head. “What would you’ve done in the 40’s? After the war?”

“I dunno.” He shuffled on his feet. “Be a lab rat.”

“Steven-”

“Forget it. Forget I said anything.” Your frown deepened, your arms crossing over your chest. “Please don’t.” He said softly, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, one thumb smoothing out your forehead while the other ran over your pouty lips. “Don’t be upset.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “I’m not. I, just…worry.”

He placed his lips to your forehead, hands slipping to your waist to pull you closer. “Well don’t.”

Your hands mimicked his previous position, holding his face, thumb brushing under his eyes. Your eyes caught sight of the barely started design on your hand, and your lips pursed thoughtfully.

“What?”

“Drawing makes you happy.” He blinked at your words, confusion in those ocean eyes of his. “You said you don’t know what makes you happy. Drawing does. And you’re really good at it. You could be an artist or something. Like a tattoo artist. I’d go to you. I mean, look at this!” You showed him your hand. “It’s not even halfway done and you did it with a crappy dollar store pen”

He gave you a small smile. “I appreciate that, honey, but I don’t think I could do that day in and day out.”

“Even with new customers coming in every day, asking for different designs in different places?”

Giving a chuckle, he leaned into your palm, kissing it. “You really want me to think about this don’t you?”

You scoffed. “Duh!”

He shook his head, ducking down to press his lips to your cheek, before laying his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m okay right now.”

“Are you?”

“Mhmm.” He hummed, arms wrapping around you. “Because I have you. And you make me happy, honey.”

You hugged him back, face pressing into his neck. You were glad you made him happy. And as long as you made him happy, you’d keep this relationship the way it was. Even if that meant you’d never be his best girl. “You make me happy too, bubs.”

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