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wyvernest · 8 months

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mating szn

PART 2‼️ (part 1)

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader

warnings: horny miguel, smut, fluff, dryhumping, unprotected p-i-v, breeding kink, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating, descriptions of oral sex (f!receiving), rough sex

summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

Stumbling and yelping in sync with his heavy footsteps catching up fast, you reach the first floor.

Before you get to offer yourself a fraction of a second to decide your next move, the hallway carpet curls up under your feet, slipping behind as your arms instinctively shoot forward for you to catch yourself.

Bringing one knee to your chest, you're prepared to launch yourself forward like an olympic runner.

Too bad.

Miguel's broad hands grip your waist from behind, once again sending jolts of adrenaline throughout your entire system.

You scream in delight through playful giggles, calling out his name breathlessly and maliciously arching into his hold.

You're getting wetter by the second seeing just how horny he is.

He pushes you down, forcing you on both knees. The deep pants from the chase quickly turn into something else as you feel his weight on your back, feel him get on one knee behind you.

His grip on your waist tightens. He brings his crotch up to your ass, grinding his erection up and down your clothed slit.

His hips roll slowly, rubbing the thick shaft of his hard-on lazily and mindlessly, the motions shallow and enticing.

"Ah, come on, baby", He leans forward, nuzzling his face into your soft hair, basking in the slightly-sweet, flowery scent of your shampoo. With a messy kiss to your neck, he speaks, raspy with need,

"Can't help it." More wet, sloppy kisses to your neck, more thrusts of his rock hard cock against your drenched folds through the thin material of your panties and his boxers. "I need, I need - ugh" the words fail to form as his hot breath hits the back of your neck, followed by more kisses and bites.

He brings a hand to the meat of your right thigh, grabbing harshly. He then lets it slip up over the mound of your pussy, cupping you and pushing two fingers over your folds, still stopped by your panties. You shiver at the feeling of his huge, warm palm touching your core so pervertedly, so desperately.

He can feel the wet patch on the cotton fabric, proof of reciprocated desire.

His senses once again catch the unmistakable, ever so dearly intoxicating aroma of you, so ready for him. His eyes roll back with a silent inhale, his bare chest rising and falling on your back.

He wants nothing more than to bury his face between your plush thighs and lap at your essence, pussy-drunk and keen on overstimulating you; licking and sucking at your clit, circling around your damp folds with his tongue until you're pushing him away, begging for a break, swollen and exhausted.

He can almost imagine you, tangling your fingers in his hair, pushing and pulling, either smothering him into your velvety cunt, needy and on the edge, or trying to escape his grip. He'd only hold you down, burly arms curling around your legs, just so he could make you come again, to feel you pulsate, feel your juices coat his mouth.

But with the way his cock twitches, begging for friction and stimulation, he can't think straight.

He feels an overwhelming urge to shove himself inside you and fill you with his cum, to see his cock rearranging your guts through your belly, to empty his balls in your womb and watch his seed dribble out of you, and push it back in with his still hard cock, hold it there so that it takes.

His warm, eager hands travel down to your panties, and in their loose hold as he attempts to drag them down your thighs, you once again snake away, giggling with a sardonic grin that doesn't do well in covering up the desire evident on your features.

"¡Mierda!" He grunts, and you enter the bedroom, reaching the balcony door and turning around. You catch the sight of Miguel clawing at the door frame to take the turn and come in faster.

Before you can react and take your eyes off the enormous bulge in his shorts, the defined shape of his dick protruding erotically against the material, he pounces, caging you against the wall, distancing your legs far apart with one knee.

His palms slip to your sides, not missing the savory opportunity to settle on the sides of your tits. He fondles their softness with the heels of his hands, pushing them together, pressing his whole body into yours.

You let out a barely audible moan as he corners you, almost squeezing you between his muscular frame and the wall behind you, and he almost loses all that's left of his sanity.

He kisses your temple, full of yearning. Although, he's instantly reminded that his scent has worn off of your feverish skin.

"Por favor,-" a deep groan vibrates in his chest against you, making you quiver.

"He estado cachondo todo el día," (I've been horny all day). He holds you tight against him, your tender breasts pressed flush against his pecs.

"No podía pensar en nada más que en ti" (I couldn't think of anything but you.)

You finally give in and offer a smidge of relief, sliding your hand down to grab his clothed hard cock. The second he feels you palm him tentatively, he reflexively starts rubbing himself on your hand like an animal in heat, groaning ruggedly.

"That's it." He rasps, fed up, and it's almost a threat.

He slowly walks over to the bed with you secure in his arms, but when his knees hit the frame, he doesn't drop you like he normally would. No. He's not giving you another chance to flee. A part of him loves the cat-and-mouse game he knows you enjoy so much, but the other part can already feel his fat, full balls turning blue.

Placing you down, hands still gripping your waist viciously, he gets on the bed, the mattress sinking down under his weight.

You feel your clit throb as he traps you with his thighs, taking your shirt off. His touch leaves goosebumps over your silky skin.

Under your hazy gaze fixed on his movements, he hovers above you, skipping the usual looks of adoration. Not that the sentiments were gone by any means, but he was far too needy to wait any longer.

The kiss he suffocates you with is fiery, full of all the pent up tension he had to endure.

As his mouth moves against yours eagerly and messily, you notice how it lacks his characteristic expert, methodical approach.

His lips were just as soft as ever, but devoured your every moan and breath with a fervor unfamiliar. His tongue slips past the liplock, dominating you in no time, and right when you start to adjust to the new strategy, catching up with his movements, he parts from you, breaking the kiss and sucking your soul out of you with it.

He continues his attack down your throat, biting and licking hurriedly, marking you as his.

Groaning freely, he reaches your breasts, taking them in his mouth, one after the other. His hands squeeze, roam and play with them, making you bite down on your lower lip and whine beneath him.

He suckles on the perked nipples, releasing them to catch his breath with another gravel moan. When he's done, your chest is coated in his spit; fresh, hickies already blooming over your tender tits.

The weight of his cock settles on your thigh, pressed snugly and oozing precum through a dark spot on his boxers.

Your own hands attach to his silky dark hair, caressing and brushing wild strands away from his forehead, clinging and pulling occasionally when he latches onto your breasts again after taking a few deep breaths.

Sliding lower, impatiently licking and biting over the line of your stomach, he finally gets to your panties.

He kisses the soft lips of your pussy through the fabric, the scent of your arousal driving him mad. He groans again, words slurred through the desperate, obscene licks, "Eres.." He extends his tongue, lapping up at the dampness, "..tan bonita." (You're so pretty)

Your heels are digging into his shoulder blades as you squirm and moan under his sultry touch. Through half lidded eyes, you see him bare his pearl white fangs, as if prepared to sink them into your sensitive skin.

You gasp, a little above a moan.

"Miguel! Don't - ah" You whimper as he grits his teeth around the elastic of your panties, tearing them in two with the help of one hand.

He grabs your thighs, kneeling between your legs.

Shoving his hand in his shorts, he takes his dick out, its mushroom head glistening mauve. He begins to stroke it more violently than you thought he would've taken pleasure in.

Mouth agape, pupils blown wide, he looks downright primal. Solely focused on claiming you, on stuffing you full of his potent seed, of draining his fat balls in your warm cunt until you're begging him to stop through ablaze overstimulation.

Cock in hand, incontestably massive encompassed by his proportionally large fingers, he slaps the hard, angered, heavy shaft on your tender folds, groaning at the wet sound of flesh against flesh. He rubs it over your lips, drenching it in your juices.

You notice his thighs flex, already insanely sensitive. When he eases the head in, he moans, rough and low in his throat, brows creased in pained pleasure. You whimper his name, legs quivering faintly on each side of his waist.

Using his weight to press your body down into the mattress, forcing you onto him, he slides his arms underneath your knees, throwing them over his shoulders and bending you in half.

A shiver bursts through you at the sensation. You clench around him, forcing a strangled groan out of his throat.

He braces himself down on his forearms, face nestled in the crook of your neck. Pushing in, the bulbous tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he bottoms out and gets straight to a tireless pace, not giving you the ritualistic second to adjust.

The bed creaks and squeaks with the way he's throwing himself into your cunt, pounding you into the soft cushions relentlessly.

His hips gyrate roughly against yours, his tense abdomen waving into you, dipping his meaty cock in your juices with an obscene, wet squelching, finishing each delicious swing with a quicker entry, more forceful and animalistic. His pubes brush harshly against your engorged, swollen clit, sending jolts of electricity through your core.

Skipping the tension, the build-up of speed, he drives straight to the euphoric rhythm of a release chase. His balls slap onto your ass, his pelvic bone nearly delivering bruising slams against your own.

“Ugh, oh Miguel-,” you gasp for more air, struggling to form a coherent sentence through delirium, your breaths and moans rhythmically timed by his rough thrusts.

You curl your arms around his neck, nails digging into his back and shoulders. He looks down at you, watching your breasts bounce in his face, and starts rutting harder into you, every ridge and vein of his fat cock brushing against your sensitive spots perfectly.

Each time you call for him, it's a melody, a rapturous chant that has him on his knees, his mind in cobwebs, his heart aching; and for the time being, his cock throbbing as well.

"I'm - ah! Cumming!Ugh, M- Mig- uel- !" You moan sharply, your orgasm rapidly threatening to burst like fireworks.

He frowns, panting, shallow breaths hot over your face. You convulse under his massive body, arching your back, squeezing your tits flush against his feverish skin.

He feels your pussy flutter around his cock, milking him and sucking him in. He groans loudly in your ear, pace faltering ever so slightly. The headboard of the bed keeps slamming against the room wall, spurring your orgasm on with the reminder of the force of the man above you.

With one final thrust, his whole body tenses. He pushes forward, burying his cock in your soft, warm cunt, dumping his load in much slower and shallow rolls of his hips. You feel his dick pulsate inside you with each new spurt of cum, the remnants of your own climax making you clench around him reflexively.

He stills, relief washing over him. Meeting your gaze, he watches how you come back to your senses, the blinding lust replaced by love and admiration.

He grabs your waist and pulls you down with him, laying you on his chest, his softening cock still inside you.

You close your eyes, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Dinner long forgotten.

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a/n: did my best here. the tags deadass took longer than the writing

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raggedyflowers · 5 months

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One piece men reacting at you flinching away

summary: op character reacting at you flinching away (maybe there’s gonna be a part 2 ??)

character: luffy, zoro, sanji, law x fem reader

cw: fluff, mention of past abusive relationship, some cry, a lot of forehead kiss

Luffy:

so luffy is always hyperactive and so funny to be around but sometimes he doesn’t have the conception of personal space

you usually love be around him and his energy is contagious

but sometimes he moves so fast and so suddenly he jump-scares you

the first time he did that, you had jumped on the sport and flinched away

of course you knew you he would’ve never hurt you, but that was it was an instinct from a past relationship

Luffy stared at you with open eyes

“why do you do that?” he asked you

you had laughed nervously “I don’t know”

Luffy maybe wasn’t the most academic-smart person in the ship, but he could read you very well

he didn’t say anything, he just put his arms around you and hugged you so close you couldn’t breath

but he was so nice

your eyes watered but you hugged him back

“Don’t worry, y/n” he said to you. “I gotcha”

Zoro:

you knew it would’ve been tiring training with Zoro, but it was fun anyways

(especially because you cloud look at him exercising shirtless without any reason)

he was a righteous mentor and you really wanted to be good (for him)

you have no problem when you two trained with swords, but he did catch you off guard when he lifted his arms to pass you a battle of water

he flinched away and almost fall off the chair

he took some seconds to understand what had happened

but then he grabbed you by yours arm and helped you sat again

“What was that?” he asked you

“What was what?” you asked back nonchalantly

“Why you flinched away?” he insisted

but you shrug and said nothing

he didn’t insist after that but something changed after that

from that day he was more cautious with you, more — sweet?

he didn’t make any suddenly movement when you are around and glared when the others did that near to you

you never said anything about that, but you noticed everything and your heart throbbed a little faster every time

Sanji:

Sanji was the sweetest man you ever met

he always brought you flowers and cook everything you asked him

he was so different from the idiots you dated before

but the old habits are hard to die, especially when some brainless jerk had hurt you so much in the past

Sanji would’ve never hurt you, never.

so he was pointless flinching away when he lift his arm to grab sometime behind you

“My love, what —?” he stared laughing at your reaction before understanding what happened

he turned serious immediately

“My love” he cupped your cheek with his hand “are you alright?”

“yes” you answered. “it was nothing”

but he didn’t buy it

“Y/n” he questioned you. “Did something happened for you to react that way?”

he shook your head but your eyes watered thinking about the past

Sanji wrapped his arms around you, keeping you close to him and staring petting your hair sweetly

“It’s alright, my love” he said to you, kissing your forehead. “Nothing bad is gonna happen when you’re with me”

you said nothing, just stayed there accepting all that love

Law:

apparently the banters with Law was your love language

but expect from that, your newfound relationship with him was incredibly sweet and mature

you did actually talked about your past, the good and the bad, the mistakes and the past relationship

he knew everything and was so incredibly great with you that you could finally relax in this new relationship

but still the first time he raised his voice with you in a tens situation and you flinched away from him, he eyes filled with horror

you had been cold with him for the rest of the day and then runner away to hide in your shared room

he reached you late that night, knowing it was better letting you have your space

“Y/n-ya” he said to you with a calm tone. “Can we talk?”

Law was clearly sorry for what had happened between the two of you and you made space for him on the bed

“Can we talk about it later?” you asked him

He nodded “What do you want me to do?”

“Can you just hold me for a moment?” you shyly asked him

Law said nothing, but just laid down near to you and wrapped his arms around you

you hugged him back, knowing you had to talk about that later

but for the moment that was enough: having Law’s arms around your and his lips pressed on your forehead

“I’d never hurt you, you know?” he whispered when he though you fell asleep. “I will always protect you”.

#one piece #straw hat pirates #trafalgar law #one piece fluff #sanji x reader #straw hat crew #straw hat luffy #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar one piece #one piece fanfiction #zoro x reader #zoro one piece #ace d portgas #ace one piece #ace x reader #sanji black leg #one piece sanji #monster trio

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dollwrites · 7 months

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𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!scientist!reader, noncon, frottage, size kink, lots of cum, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day one [ pickle + size kink ]

you had been so close to pushing the alarm. so close to alerting the guards, and so close to being saved. your hand still reaches out towards the red button on your desk, but you’re held back too far at this point to hit it, restrained and helpless.

on top of that, you knew if anyone saw how much you were actually enjoying the beast’s containment breach, you’d be fired.

from this angle, you could watch your feet sway back and forth.

your legs dangled.

suspended at least a full foot above the sterile floor, a lopsided ovally shadow danced in tandem against the tiles below your stocking-clad toes. where your black heels had fallen off during the struggle, you have no idea. your shoes are the least of your concerns at the moment. your eyeline, albeit blurry from the crooked positioning of your glasses as you struggled against the beast, traces your own legs, and the runners of ripped pantyhose up your knees and over your thighs. the tears became more prominent, and your stockings more akin to the shreds of a cheap mummy costume hanging off your hips. it made your head spin, seeing how vulnerable and exposed your lower half was. your gray pencil skirt had been pushed up, haphazardly around your belly, and two, massive and clawed hands grip your soft thighs, from underneath, keeping them spread wide for the monstrous cock to rub against your core.

it was much too big to fit inside ( luckily for you, because as you stare at how endowed Pickle actually was, you could imagine the carnage a tool as big and hard as his would wreak on your organs ). Pickle had been frustrated at that— pushing and growling and snarling and trying to bite at the back of your neck when you squirmed to hold you steady so he can force it into your small opening, but your body couldn’t even stretch enough to take the head, so after several grueling moments of trying to cram and push, he settled for grinding against your pussy, instead. his movements were clumsy, driven by instinct and lust, and his hips rocked furiously, his grip on his thighs dragging you along the length of his rigid, powerful sex.

at first you’d fought and pushed and clawed at him to stop, telling him it hurt and that he was a bad, bad boy for doing this, but you couldn’t help that your body started to react. you started to get wet. your cunt started to soak the cock that was trying to slot between your soft, sticky netherlips, though it was much too thick, it managed to spread them, allowing them to kiss the expanse just enough to feel as though this Jurassic man was splitting you apart without actually being inside of you.

amidst your own mewls and groans, you could hear the constant drip-dripping of the primitive man’s thick cum as it beaded at the swollen, purple tip and frosted the many, many inches, emphasizing the bulging veins as it coats them in white, and dribbled on to the floor between his gargantuan feet. there was already a puddle on the floor. he had cum so many times that the release no longer erupted, but seemed to bubble out in a constant stream. either this was normal behavior, to breed and breed until he ran completely dry, or he was simply so pent up after the one hundred and ninety million years of being frozen that he couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to, you couldn’t be sure.

if you hadn’t been the unwilling test subject, you might’ve been interested in studying his mating habits.

“F—fff—uck—!” a breathy croak of complete submission— it was the best you could do when dominated by a man of this stature, a beast of his magnitude. your lab coat hands off your shoulders, your blouse ripped open from the sheer power of his claws, and your breasts flop wildly against the rhythm as your eyelids flutter.

not just Pickle had cum, but you as well, your release gluing itself in sticky webs and a glossy finish to your thighs and his manhood. “I can’t… take it…” you’d started to babble after you reached peak a handful of times, your head rolling around on your shoulders, your small body slumping against his sturdy, broad chest that heaves with excitable, ragged breathing and grunts of pleasure as he jacks his cock off with your body. “I-I’m going… crazy…”

what’s worse, you realized, is that you were only getting slipperier, slicker, and more pliable. if the giant kept this up, it wouldn’t be much longer before he’d force his cock into your poor hole, regardless of the fact that he must know he’d fully and truly break you if he did.

#pickle #Baki pickle #pickle x reader #pickle x you #pickle smut #baki #baki hanma #baki x reader #baki x you #baki smut #baki hanma smut #baki hanma x reader #baki hanma x you

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zhongrin · 4 months

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𒆙 rex lapis

part 5/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

𖧷 tags ┈ minors dni, gn!reader, predator-prey dynamics, breeding, implied ovipos, dragon eggs, pure filth

𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓊 ❬ masterlist ❭ 𐫱 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 ❬ taglist ❭

𝑔ames were the most fun when the stakes and rewards were high.

yet as you ran as fast as your mortal feet could carry you, you realized that perhaps, you had signed up for a game far too dangerous; the risks too high, the punishment too sweet.

it was merely out of curiosity, how you prodded and pushed a few buttons to test your emperor’s patience. though he wasn’t by all means unruly, you found that he had a few weak areas that could flip his human brain with self-control into a feral, moved-by-instinct dragon brain.

and boy, does his dragon brain love a good chase.

your feet carried you amidst liyue's dense thickets of pine trees in the dark and eerie parts of wuwang hill. for a moment, the sound of your shoes crunching against the grassy soil and the gasps of your breathing were all you could hear. the cold breeze against your heated cheeks made your poor heart beat even faster inside your chest, runner’s high clouding your brain with euphoria, creating the illusion of a false sense of safety - one you should not be feeling given the situation.

how long have you run? how much longer do you have to run? where were you even going at this point?

does it even matter?

“shi—”

you saw a pair of glowing, draconic amber eyes stalking towards you, piercing through the darkness. there was a slight rumbling on the ground, like the heartbeat of an excited dragon, and you swore the air was pulsating as you heard a deep growl. one that sounded as if it came from a massive animal you could not imagine the size of.

you could barely catch the golden glint of his hair clip reflecting the erratically pulsing golden geo lines on his arms for a mere fraction of a second before his talons shot forward to grab onto your arms. a rush of air, a yank, and suddenly it felt like a whole mountain had tackled you to the ground.

whirrs and crackling chirps, forked tongue slipping out between lips upturned in a beastly smirk, fangs flashing menacingly as he wets the soft appendages at the sight of the tantalizing meal that was you: helplessly pinned under him - the rarest, most scrumptious looking prey he had ever captured throughout his life up to this point.

“are you done running?”

ripped clothes scattering, his twin cocks rock hard from chasing you around for a full hour, your lord and lover savored you from top to bottom; devouring, marking, scenting, fully intending on breeding you full of his cum. maybe pump you with a few of his clutch while he was at it, too—

“oh, you filthy little mortal…,” the particularly hard thrust made you momentarily see stars, and the throaty moan escaping your throat made him inhale shakily, “do you like the thought of carrying your archon’s hatchlings that much? of course you do…”

nature felt cold against your back, yet your body was burning hot, with both your upper and lower lips drooling, stuffed full of his fingers or his ridged shafts respectively. the sound of your debauchery was foreign in the silent environment, but the feeling of his bulged tips bruising your deepest spots and the excited purrs right beside your ear felt far too familiar. dark filth filled your mind as his scandalous words and passionate grunts tickled your ears. the golden fingers pinched your pebbled nipples, molten amber savoring the cockdrunk expression on your face and the way your swollen lips uttered nonsensical babbles that almost sounded like his name with every roll of his hips.

oh, you could squirm and beg him all you want, darling - but you agreed to this little game and you promised to play it fair.

you have nowhere to run, little prey, so be good and let the dragon have his fun, yes?

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #zhongli #zhongli x reader #rin writes #∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺#minors dni

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notquitecanon · 3 months

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Call Me... // Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You're the Devil of Hell's Kitchen's favorite late night nurse, but he's been avoiding your fire escape since an unfortunate accident. You both miss each other just enough for some emotions to slip through the cracks. You don't even know his name, but you'll settle just to know he's alright.

TW: blood, canon typical injuries, kind of hurt comfort, Matt's a self sabotaging martyr as usual, kinda sunshine!reader??? maybe if you squint

Bolded line is from a prompts list from several months ago so I lost the link. If it's yours let me know and I'll link it!

"I haven’t seen you in weeks… I’m worried you’re in another dumpster somewhere. Just call me back…please?" You whispered harshly into the phone’s receiver, burner cell jammed between your ear and shoulder as you fumbled with your keys.

It was true. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen hadn’t graced your apartment in weeks after three months of near nightly visits. At first it was serious stuff, stab wounds and splinted bones. It took two weeks for him to crack a joke. But once that stone cold exterior cracked, it was shattered. He was kind, sweet even. Every few visits, he’d bring by supplies to replenish your kit and, usually, with a bottle of wine in the bag. Emergencies turned to what he called ‘urgencies’- wounds just barely deep enough to justify stitches and dislocated joints. Which then turned into stopping by at the end of his nights for a ‘check up’, where he took advantage of your central heating, warm beverages, and warmer presence. Then, some Yakuza jackass appeared on your doorstep three weeks ago, fortunately your devil hadn’t been far behind. He took care of him, and you figured the thug, now minus fifteen teeth, would have a hard time telling anyone where to find you. Nevertheless, you found the ‘available apartments’ section of the newspaper taped to your seventh floor window. That had been the last night ’the devil’ had paid you a visit.

"Anyways… I guess I'm asking for a sign of life? Something? Please? Bye." You pleaded, voice kinder this time as you managed to finally unlock the door and slip inside. Locking the knob, deadbolt, chain, and newly installed jam that had been mysteriously delivered not too long ago. With a huff, you discarded your keys, and bag in the entry way before delving deeper into your dark apartment, flicking lights on as you went.

"You really need to start locking your windows." A deep voice sounded as you rounded the corned into your living room. Heart jumping to your throat and stomach dropping, you let out a yelp as instinct took over. The familiarity of the voice didn’t register as adrenaline flooded your system.

"SHIT!" You shrieked, flinching backwards so fast that the hallway runner rug caught under your feet, sending you careening into the wall. Without thinking, you put the Yankee’s starting pitcher to shame as you pitched your phone at light speed towards the voice. Of course, the shadow effortlessly caught it.

"Shit!" The intruder mirrored at your fall, and it was then that you realized who it was. As you collected yourself a slew of curses slipped out, looking into the dim living room to find the Devil of Hell’s kitchen slowly rising off the couch, he was already sans black shirt and mask, "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you."

"Yeah, well, mission failed." You muttered, pressing a hand to your chest as if that would still your pounding heart. Slowly, you finished your shuffled into the living room, flicking on the overheads as you went. "Shit, you could have called. Sit back down."

You could have used the heads up, the gash across his chest looked serious, and not in the cute excuse to see each other way ’serious’ had meant last month. He breathed a sarcastic laugh, tossing your phone back to you before producing a shattered burner cell with a… bullet hole?

"You have a funny way of saving my skin when I least expect it." He tried a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes, picking up your pace as you retrieved your first aid kit from under your kitchen sink, "Consider this a sign of life?"

"A sign of barely alive, more like." You answered, rounding back around the couch to sit across from him. Harshly pulling on a pair of rubber gloves and splaying out an array of supplies both his lap and yours. "You’re unbelievable. Almost a month of no contact and then you just appear and leak blood on my couch."

"I’m sorry." He breathed, face angled to where your knees now touched. You rolled your eyes, ripping into a packet of gauze and setting to work dabbing the blood. And he sounded sorry, pitiful even, looked it to. His unseeing eyes stared straight past you and yet somehow straight through you at the same time, mouth settled in a puppy like frown. He told you once that he was catholic, and you now wandered if that’s why he was so good at looking guilty.

"If it wasn’t for the newspapers, I would have thought you were dead." You drove your point home, with a small voice, too angry to be a whisper and yet too concerned to be a hiss. The evidence of his activities was written across his bare torso in older cuts, new and fading bruises, and a couple of bandages that he’d obviously applied himself, "And you’ve obviously been busy."

"Figured out how the Yakuza found you. Handled it. Didn’t want to lead anyone else back here." His explanation was strained, pushed through gritted teeth as you applied antiseptic to the largest, freshest gash. You cooed small apologies, irritated as you were with the vigilante, you hated being the source of his pain. You picked up a suture kit, quickly threading the needle.

"Well, as far as excuses go, that’s not the worst." You muttered, half joking and half touched he’d go through this for you. You’d known he was a walking martyr from the moment you’d met him, but still. He’d taken the beatings so you’d sleep safe.

That was something else, "Lean back, gotta stitch you up."

He complied as you stood, using your shoulder to nudge the floor lamp so the light was better for you. Even then, you position on the coffee table wasn't cutting it as leaning forward cast a shadow over his chest. Neither was kneeling in front of him, as the gash was too far up his chest for your position to be adequate. You muttered a quick apology as you flitted around him, trying to find the best place to plant yourself. Beside him on the couch might work, but you’d be straining to hold yourself up at that angle and keep your hands steady.

Bloody-knuckled hands found your waist with amazing precision for a blind man, easily lifting you and placing you over one thigh after he spread his legs a bit wider. He held you steady, angling his eyes to the ceiling to give you the broadest view of his chest. One of your knees pressed into the couch cushion between his legs and the other pressed into the outside of his thigh, caging the his black-clad thigh between your own like a seat. If your weight bothered him, he gave no indication. He did however turn his ear ever so slightly towards you and smirk ever so devilishly, "How’s that?"

"Very convenient, thanks." You forced your voice to be flat instead of the breathlessness you felt. Stupid charming vigilante. To his credit, it gave you the perfect access without blocking the light. And if you got to feel ever twitch of his insanely muscular thigh between yours? Added benefit. The devil, even bruised and bleeding, was insanely warm and smelled like something out of a terribly sinful romance novel. The manly small of musk and sweat should have been revolting, but the way it mixed with a fading aftershave would have been distracting if you weren’t so focused on the drip of crimson down his toned abdomen. Before your train of thought could derail again, you gave a quiet warning watching your patient steel himself before you began running the needle and thread through the torn skin. Other than an initial hiss and the clenching of his fists against your waist, he went silent as you worked.

The two of you sat in an almost tense silence. He could feel how close your face was to his chest, the waves of breaths washing over his skin, the smell of shampoo in your hair faint enough to know you’d put off washing it, the sound of your heartbeat slowing back down after he’d gotten you excited, the slight sound of your teeth worrying the inside of your lip. He knew he shouldn't be here, Claire could have patched him up, probably would have if he asked really nicely. He probably could have if he really tried, but he’d just missed you. Between Fisk and the Hand and the law firm… everything was messy. You were still simple and sweet and far more caring than he thought he deserved, a balm just to be near you.

"Could you talk to me?" He asked, so quietly you almost missed it in your focus. You tied off another knot, seeing him wince.

"Hmm?" You hummed, pausing to look up from the half stitched wound. His eyes lowered to your face, his clenched hands at your waist loosening to rub the fabric of your shirt between his fingers. You always wore such soft things, he wondered if you’d be so soft underneath. You took opportunity in the pause to wipe some of the blood from his skin.

"I’ve missed your voice, even if you want to yell at me or be upset with me, just let me hear it." His voice was like a prayer, so sincere it made you shift on his leg. What was in the holy water at his church?

"I’m not going to yell at you, honey. I’m not going to kick a man when he’s stabbed." You shook your head, rearranging yourself to get that optimal view again, grazing a gloved finger over a purple bruise on his ribs, "Besides, someone beat me to it."

He chuckled at the lame joke, leaning his head back against the back of the couch again as you began stitching once more. Instead of scolding him, you caught him up on all the details and minor drama that he’d missed over the last few weeks. The funny things and annoyances from work, things your family had sent you, what your friends had been up to, your opinion on current happenings in the city. He listened to you like it was the most interesting thing he’d heard all year, chiming in with questions and quips of his own. You’d missed his voice too, not that you’d boost his ego by telling him that.

"There." You finally finished, tying the last stitch and taping a bandage over it. The vigilante under you didn’t make a move to leave, instead his hands kept you still on his lap. You breathed a laugh, moving on to everything else. You removed the old bandages, giving half healed wounds a thorough cleaning. You applied comical Disney bandaids to the more minor cuts on his hands and were even brazen enough to kiss his split knuckles. The vigilante seemed to preen under you attention as you cleaned and applied Vaseline to his busted lip. As if it was too good to be true, his lip twitched downwards as his eye brows furrowed. His face angled away from yours, his unseeing eyes falling on the window he’d come through.

"You know, the burner phone's been broken for two weeks now. Took the bullet not too long after the yakuza paid you a visit. Couldn't bring myself to throw it away, a little piece of you." He admitted, a pitiful smile twitched up before pulling downward again. He groaned, starting to shift you off his lap, “I shouldn’t be here, it’s not right.”

You allowed yourself to fall to the cushion beside him, but snatched the black shirt away from him before he could make a move for it. He’d been too busy letting his hands linger on your waist.

“Why not?” You asked sternly, tucking the shirt behind your back as if the vigilante in front of you couldn't probably drop you six ways to Tuesday if he wanted to. Not that he could ever consider raising a hand to you, “You got hurt, I patch you up. Seems right to me.”

The devil tensed, first leaning away and then leaning really close. His freshly bandaged fingers tapped your knee as if to emphasize his point, “I don’t deserve this kindness. And even if I did, if I could, if I was good, I would stop coming here so you could live in peace.”

You were a silent for a moment, wanting to make sure your response was exactly how you wanted it to come across.

“The third time you fell through my window, you told me that if I ever wanted to be left alone, all I’d need to do was change the candle I keep by the window.” You recounted his words. You hadn’t known about his senses at the time, he was still cryptic and mysterious. But you’d never changed the candle, buying new ones of the same scent when it would burn out, “You warned me what might happen. You gave me an out, one that I continuously chose to ignore. You did everything in your power to protect me when that choice had consequences. That was good, because you are good. And good people deserve kindness. You put too much on yourself, honey.”

As you spoke, you laid your hand over his on your knee, giving it a slight squeeze to convey your own point. The crimefighter listened to your voice, your heartbeat, the quickness of your breath, finding no deceit and even if he didn’t believe you words, it was nice to hear them. Your kindness washed over him, letting him relax for just a second before he shook his head, laughing sarcastically to deflect the dangerously sappy emotions you stirred. You called him honey like it was his name, and part of him wondered that if you knew his name if you would still call him honey.

“You barely know me, sweetheart.”

His own nickname slipped out by accident, usually just something he called you in his head when he allowed fantasies about telling you everything, coming home to you as the vigilante and the lawyer, seeing just how far your good grace could take him. His lips quirked up in time with the uptick of your pulse and the way your breath caught for a moment.

“I know enough to know you deserve some good.” You whispered earnestly, reaching up to graze the Star Wars bandaid you’d stuck across his the cut on his cheekbone. Almost instinctively, he leaned into the touch. You smiled softly, maybe you’d both missed each other a bit. The combined concern for the other and the time between his last visit making you both a little sappy, or at least more honest about it, So, you breathed a laugh, making another lame joke just to earn one of those chuckles you loved so much, “Besides, I know you well enough to have your blood on my hands.”

But he didn’t laugh, instead, he pulled his face from your palm, his own bandaged hands taking your bloodied gloved hands in his own. Gently, he pressed your hands together, your loose fists creating almost heart like shape as he pressed reverent kisses to each bloody hand. The vigilante was kind always, flirty and joking, occasionally flirtations bordering on something else. But this? This was different, it was new. Intimate. You’d almost feel like a voyeur for watching the scene if it you weren’t playing a starring role. Your mind flashed to those romance novels you’d thought of earlier, this put all of them to shame. So much so that your hands started trembling against his lips.

He held them tighter, but not in a constrictive, cage like way. More in a ‘let me hold you together’ kind of way before gently peeling the dirty gloves off and, again, kissing your clean hands underneath. His face angled to yours, nothing but sincerity lacing his features.

"You know my blood better than my own heart does.”

“God…” You whispered, letting your head fall against his shoulder, your nose nudging his collarbone and your eye lashes fluttering against his neck. His stubbled cheek fell to the crown of your head. You cleared your throat again, "I know your blood, but not your name. For someone I care so much about, that’s kind of sad.”

It was the first time you’d ever admitted it out loud in such certain words. The vigilante ran gentle hands up and down your arms, silent as a million thoughts went through his head. You heart was racing, not from lying, but in anticipation. Despite your racing pulse, you seemed almost totally at ease with you skin against his, one of your hands pressed to a bandage on his ribs and the other holding purchase at the waistline of his black pants. Nothing sexual, just the perfect place for your soft hand to land.

Despite the million thoughts, he really had two options. Keep his secret, and keep you at an arms length, to keep things sweet and simple and not too deep. Or. Let you in a little deeper, he'd swim oceans to keep you afloat. Enjoy your sweetness, even if things were complicated. He kept still, holding you as gently as you had touched him, a promise to himself that he could be gentle and soft, just as he could be lethal and ruthless. Two sides of a balanced scale.

Your heart had slowed down again, the soothing motion of his hands on your arm lulling you. You had been worried about his response. You’re confession had gotten too real, you were worried he’d jump out the window and disappear again. And you’d be left with nothing but bloody gloves and the thought that maybe you’d just imagined the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

"Matt.” His voice was quiet, just barely above a whisper, “You can call me Matt. Just don’t stop calling me."

#matt murdock x reader #Daredevil x reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #daredevil x female reader #matt murdock x y/n

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hothammies · 24 days

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mad max, the party's zoomer - apoc au character details under the cut!

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max's role in the party:

a runner - fast and quiet, tends to be the one who makes out with the most supplies

mechanic - knows best about cars and is one of the party's designated drivers (the other being mike)

medic - not as skilled with plants and medicine like will, but is good with first aid and physical treatment!

thief - who the party sends out if they need to "borrow" from other groups (second nature to her)

skills + hobbies:

incredible with melee weapons and hand-to-hand combat -> everything she knows was taught to her by billy

decent shot, but prefers using melee way more!

stealthy, like a ninja - her and el are the quietest in the party! max's fighting style is much more brawler-like despite this

good with card games (likes poker, speed and BS) -> likes to play them with the party a lot, but in particular with dustin and lucas

skateboards whenever she can -> her favorite thing to do next to driving!

really loves listening to music (fave artists are madonna, taylor swift and destiny's child) -> likes having el or will in shotgun so they can listen together!

quirks / fun facts:

whenever dustin goes to bed, max takes his current handheld and tries to beat his high score on whatever retro game he's currently playing (dustin does not know its max who's actively beating his ass on dig dug and tetris)

she took billy's jacket and baseball bat and made them her own - very complicated relationship with him and her upbringing with her stepbro made her very skeptical and suspicious of others (especially the party when she first met them)

when she steals things, she tries to keep the party in mind when grabbing extra :')

--- other notes: ladies and gentlemen, our newest addition - maxine! i'll admit, the two characters i think i'm most shoddy on for their characterizations are dustin and max. since max's story in my au is so heavily tied to her issues with trusting people again (specifically men) and family, i'm scared that it will make her character intrinsically tied to relationships instead of having her own character. i'll try my very best for it not to be that way, of course!

for now, she's how i imagine her in the show - she's still a cheeky, sarcastic, stubborn and awesome tomboy with insurmountable trust and distance issues, and i love her for that! the circumstances that drew her to the party are currently a secret, but i will establish now that billy is tied to her storyline and how the party meets her for the first time - while billy's an interesting character in his own right, i straight up don't like him :P so i'm warning people now that billy's more a plot device for max's arc and i probably won't be diving incredibly deep into his character. this is a party centric au after all!

when i was thinking of max's character, i was trying to keep the things she liked in mind and why she was so cool in the first place! ofc, she had to skateboard, even if it was only a little, and she's honestly just great at games in general (to dustin's dismay).

her upbringing in canon and the way she acts is pure "survival instinct" behavior. she knows first aid, she knows how to drive, she escapes vecna, she's incredibly independent! she's a fighter, through and through. she's also not really one to hesitate often to be hands on, and i can see it in the way she acted seasons 2-4 :')

lucas is almost done - maybe a few days give or take!

#max in a tanktop covered in blood she is everything the lesbian in me swooned just a bit #max mayfield #lumax #stranger things #stranger things fanart #st apoc au #sammi's art

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tigerpearlsworld · 24 days

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Pick a card

( Why can't you find love ....where is the lack ? )

Before you chose the cards know that this is a general pick a card. There are infinite energies in the universe and the energies if align with your stars will guide you to my reading. So, welcome. Know that you can only chose one card. This pick a card is meant for your soul not for you to resonate but for you to realize when you get the message and truth in time. To pick a card you must follow your hearts tug and instinct and look deep within each image something about yourself rather than what you want it to be Breathe in and Breathe out, light a candle/ incense, meditate to the beating of your heart and let every thoughts come through and accept what is coming in your heart and then light and form a picture in your heart as you close your eyes and meditate in yourself. After that when you open your eyes choose the image where your heart calls for the most and remember your heart is your guide not your brain so.....

Sorry if my english is bad.

To those who chose the pile to know the answers of your love and its fate, i pray to the stars to bless you with pure energy and to give you strength.

Choose the pile :

Pile 1 : Eclipse, Pile 2 : Bondage, Pile 3 : Sheep

The reading starts...

Pile 1 :

Words which are coming for you as i start the reading of pile 1 are ( Searching, worry/anxious, gullible, sleep paralysis, haunted, support, sleep, protection, flow, knowledge )

Vibes : to take charge or be in control

Cards : ( 6 of wands Rx, Ace of cups, King of wands, 7 of pentacles, Death, Knight of wands )

I see in the strings of fate weaving your story in matters of heart and finding your love, i see struggle. No matter if you are good looking and very much desired and people fight over you but when it comes to you wanting a place to rest in someone else's heart you see yourself alone. Yes you get compliments yes you are envied but you have insecurities which are also in the compliments you get from people. I see in your heart space you long towards finding your sun, your king or queen but it feels impossible. All the choices you find are never to the satisfaction of yourself or the people who surround you as friends, family and supporters. At times you can get manipulative without even knowing and later on realizing you find it hard to admit. You like to be coddled but you also want to independent and be respected in matters of your craft.

I see that from early on in life you don't have the greatest of choices in people as your significant partner. In most times the choices you spare and give chances don't do you the same favor when the table turns in their favor. You are treated as the main girl but as time passes you feel that you lost your shine and spark with the so person you once enjoyed sharing with.

In your lack i don't see you having the scarcity of having no options but its more like after you get the man or woman you want, things just begin to spiral down. The question which comes is "So, what now?" you are a freedom seeking soul in heart yet you also crave the loyalty of a person to follow you in that adventures with you and that is hard.... because no one wants to follow your path. I see your fate in love is a hard one and one more like a sailor who is in a mission to find the one piece. i see that you wont be able to meet the love of your life in the region you were born, no.... you will have to cross oceans as in cross distances and have to go through a lot of internal death and soul transformation where you learn not to repeat the old cycle of habits then and only then you will cross path with your true love.

Your fate in love is a penance you must do, because if not, the heat of either your flames or your partner will burn the relationship and make the partner go blind or you... I see this heat will even cause the loop of chase and runner happening between you and your partner and if worse goes to worse there is also possibility of affair and unexpected children by your partner out of no where.

i see your fated partner can be a musician or singer, may be more earthy in approaches of medicine and can also be a huge healer. I also see you and your fated partner to share a lot of activities and being adventurous together.

The one message i have for you is don't go blind in rage or hatred. Be in control of your mind and its thoughts and be discipline with yourself in matters of health, food and routine. You may like horror movies or there is a lot of tendency in you to rage but you have to control your anger.... your anger will be your true enemy. Also try to be more in service for others. Lessen your feeling of being a victim and become more motivated towards empowering yourself and bring changes in your lifestyle for good.

the song which came for you during my reading, this may help or resonate with you.

Pile 2 :

Words which are coming for you as i start the reading of pile 2 are (Leader, universe, travel, burning, wishes, identity, punishment, heat, burning, karma)

Vibes : Want to punish the sinner/ Savior mentality / Defender

Cards : ( Knight of pentacles, knight of cups, the hierophant, 2 of wands, the devil, 10 of pentacles, temperance )

In the churning of your cosmos the stars says you are a force to reckon. you are gentle but fierce, kind but stern. you have all the abilities of a leader and people respect if you know or not. there is a sense of directness which you take and anything that comes in front of your speech or goal is not spare at all. I see you have a grandeur about you which you may have not realize till later in your life. I see that you are a very serious person who may not get what you want in life directly so you must grind and work hard for it. I see no obstacle can hold you back and that you are a person with serious loyalty and commitment. I see you crave for someone to dominate you in bed and i see you have wild fantasies with a lot of ideas. I see from younger years you had a sex appeal to you which was not missed by people and sometimes was also used to abuse or shame.

I see the lack you have in matters of love is not something which is missing but something which you have. Your serious undying loyalty is something which is to die for and very remarkable but it also drags you to the bottom of getting used and hurt in the process. I see even if you get abuse and the relationship is over the flames of your love and your loyalty is something which doesn't dies easily. "You love too much" and Once you make a commitment even if you die you wont let the commitment go....it is scary but it is you.

I see that in matter of having men/women you have people offering themselves to you but you don't want something shallow you want something deep, something dark . you want all the good, bad, ugly and worse of a person.

I see in the fate of your love life i see two soulmates or two marriages. There is two stories here it either goes like your first relationship was toxic and abusive but later on you divorced move on with your life ,started all over worked hard on yourself and career and suddenly everything began to get better and you met the love of your life and for every struggle you had early you get rewarded heftily this time

Your first relationship you marry the love of your life but something very unexpected happens in marriage which causes lose in some ways but you also gain something like honor, career, money, land, house but even after getting everything you still pay karma to your children and family in some ways. And you keep struggling to find a man who wants you for you and not for what you have in later parts of life. I also see there is a tendency to attract men younger than you.

either way in your fate of love i definitely see long-term marriage but there is karma to pay.

In this life for you what im getting as message to deliver is to not be so serious and be free, let go of self constraint you always put in yourself or you let others put on you. "Let go and be free."

This song was coming for me it was attacking me literally, it has messages i believe

Pile 3 :

Words which are coming for you as i start the reading of pile 2 are ( Connecting, Risking, Curious, Bipolar, Pure, Mutable, cutting, attraction, always questioning always confuse, burning, moving, domestic, wild, temptation, crossing )

Vibes : Taking all the responsibility/ Burning up

Cards: ( The magician, 6 of wands Rx, ace of cups, knight of cups, temperance, 8 of wands, 6 of pentacles )

In matter of your stars i see you are blessed by the heavens and all the angels. you are beautiful and very youthful in spirit. I see you were born with a mission this life time and woman fall easily for you. you have a allure which is very hard to resist. I see your energy is very masculine but at the same time its very feminine. you maybe bipolar, i dont know why but it just came. You may like milk product or your mother or you may even be a vegan or vegetarian by choice.

I see you have a very strong appeal to you and a very high vibrational manifesting power. whatever you dream in heart you can achieve you have that power. As because you're so youthful from inside your soul and heart i see like a child you can distinguish between a bad person and a good person. your judgement is very precise. your fashion is also very precise and on point. you do not like the idea of lack. I also see you like to meet people and engage in different parties, concerts, events, movies. There is a sense of innocence in your sexuality. For some i also see fluidness in gender of not knowing what or who you are truly ( i mean no disrespect, its just im getting the messages. ) for some of you I also see working or contributing to a lot of charity or non- profit organization for children and animal especially even old people. I also see you may find old people and animals cute and adorable.

Now in matters of what is the lack i see you are a natural giver. Yes, you like to give in love with open heart and you are someone who is very direct and honest about your feelings and emotions. But the problem of lack i see is the very nature of you being a giver, you are never satisfied you feel inside you there is this sense telling you to go and share your love and admiration with everyone equally. you are someone who may want to be in relationship but again that bipolar energy doesn't lets you stay in that single frame of devotion. You want to be free and roaming the world with your friends and have fun and accomplish goals and mission in life. The domestic idea in life of relationship although not out of reach for you but keeps you restless and uncomfortable when you're in one for long. There is also this fate where you and your partner just get bore or life in relation becomes mundane so naturally you guys fall apart.

In matter of fate in love if you are the one who wants the love seriously but still you will only encounter people or have people come to you who are either engage, married or in relationship. I see the stereotype of food being the way to heart is true for you as you really are a foodie. In the bedrooms i see you have this mixture of innocence and fire. I also see in matter of love there is a habit of cutting a relationship off without warning unexpectedly.

You may like beaches or sunset or just sun in general so i'll say to take the blessings of the sun and bath in sunlight in morning time also its recommended to do fire rituals and burn incense for purity of mind and soul.

A song which came to me when i was channeling this piles energy

#pick a card #tarot #tarot reading #tarotcommunity #love #Spotify

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decaytime · 1 month

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Hunter head canon #3

Hunter his whole life has done something guard related. From training to be a scout which are essentially foot guards to the highest ranking guard, the golden guard. He wasn’t just trained to guard he was raised guarding. It’s something he does thats probably second nature for him.

With that being said I truly believe he will continue being a guard to everyone he cares about even if it’s no longer his job and even if he barley knows that person. (gus and luz for example in labyrinth runners and hunting palismen ) It’s ingrained in him the same way sheep dogs will heard humans because it’s what they know.

So I imagine hunter instinctively standing up in front of the hexsquad unconsciously guarding. Even if they are simply hanging out. They ask him about it and he admits he does it without even noticing.

Of course a lot of these behaviors stem from PTSD like him being hyper vigilante and being prepared to defend from any possible attack but even in moments he knows he safe he’s always watching making sure they don’t get hurt by something little like falling and making sure their all secure. He’s not even violent just defensive.

He keeps them organized even if can’t keep himself organized, he becomes aware of their mannerism in a objective way, he guides them. They basically become his herd in way.

Even if Luz could be seen being the ‘leader’, Hunter is always next to her ever so slightly in front, like a guard.

Luz is also protective but that’s a habit she developed while again for Hunter it’s ingrained.

It’s quite cute actually if you ignore his past, him being a protective friend willing to defend the people he cares about no matter what.

In short Hunter got that Doberman/collie instinct in him lol

Any who, love me a protective Hunter

#now I want to draw him as a guardian dog with sheep hexsquad lol #idk this was supposed to be more wholesome but came out a bit angsty #hunter the golden guard #hunter the owl house #hunter headcanons #hunter toh #my ramblings #headcanon #toh headcanon #toh hunter #the owl house luz #the owl house hunter #the owl house #luz toh #toh #the hexsquad #hexsquad #hunter noceda

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fourmoony · 3 months

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hi, I just wanted to let you know that reading your writing brings me so much comfort and joy. Today, I found out that the person I’ve liked for the longest time has a girlfriend, and it’s been hard to say the least. It also didn’t help that I read an unrequited love blurb featuring remus as soon as I got home 😭 I was just wondering if you’d be willing to write something where the reader assumes that remus doesn’t like her because he seems aloof, but is actually just nervous because he likes her so much. I am so appreciative of you and your beautiful work, as always 🤍

this made me tear up. your words are so kind, and are the push i needed this week to keep writing <3 never in a million years did i think anyone would think this about my writing. thank you.

i'm sorry to hear about your crush; unrequited love is a tricky and heavy feeling. i have no doubt you'll find your person, though. as someone who's had my fair share of heartache, i promise, it won't hurt forever. my friends think i'm crazy because my advice is always to just let it hurt. but one day you'll wake up and you'll have run out of hurt. and you won't even remember what you saw in them, anymore. sending love.

P.S. i suck at writing shy remus so this is more like silent, unreadable remus. idk i'm tired. hope this is okay!

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remus lupin x f!reader - masterlist 1.2k words

cw - implied self esteem issues, smoking, drinking

Remus' thumping steps carry up the staircase only seconds after you call on him. You're facing the mirror when he arrives in the doorway, hair clasped to the side in one hand, and the other reaching aimlessly for the zip half way down the back of your dress. His eyes find yours over your shoulder in the reflection, a fond smile passing over his features when he steps through the threshold into your room.

"You look lovely." He comments, voice warm and smooth in the way that it always is.

Warm Remus, smooth Remus, so fond and kind, feels like home and everything familiar. His fingers are warm as he tugs gently at the zip, one hand placed on your shoulder for leverage. His touch is gentle, like he's afraid he might break you, and it lingers for only a moment when he's done. You swallow around the lump of want in your throat, the want for it to have lasted longer, the want for him to touch you and have it mean something. It doesn't do any good to want. Because you can't have, and you've had to deal with becoming okay with that fact.

"Thanks, Rem."

He nods, lips curled in on themselves like he wants to say something, a look in his eyes you've never been able to read. He says nothing, and he retreats with the promise to wait on you with the others in the living room. Remus does that a lot - refrains from the things he wants to say, stops himself short. You wish he wouldn't.

You're always wishing, wishing, wishing.

He keeps true to his word. Remus is waiting in the living room with Sirius, James, and a rather flustered looking Frank when you descend the staircase. It's only now you realise how lovely Remus looks in his suit. Partly because of how Sirius is wearing his - like he had a fight with it and lost. Remus stands when you appear, as if on instinct, and takes a step forwards. You smile, eyes catching on Frank who's looking at the clock like it's stealing time from before his very eyes. You suppose, in a way, it is.

"You okay?" You feel the need to ask, hint of a smile playing on your lips.

Frank looks alarmed by your question, a grimace on his face, "She's going to be there, isn't she? She's not going to, like, do a runner? Have you spoke to her today?"

James huffs a laugh, pats Frank on the shoulder rather heavily. The whiskey in his crystal tumbler splashes over the side and onto the rug. "Last I heard, Mary and Marlene had her pinned down in the make up chair, she tried, but they wouldn't let her."

Sirius barks a laugh. Frank scowls. He knows you're kidding. Alice Fortescue has been absolutely smitten for Frank Longbottom since she was thirteen. There's absolutely nothing that could stop her from walking down that aisle, today. Frank knows that as well as you do.

"Not helping." James decides, passes Frank a cigarette.

He mumbles something about not wanting to smoke inside and makes for the door. Remus gives James and Remus a pointed look, "Better make sure he doesn't do a runner, yeah?"

They're quick out the door like they actually believe Frank would ever do something like that. The only place he'd ever run to is Alice. And she'd have his balls for seeing her in her wedding dress before the ceremony. Remus gives you a familiar smile, a knowing smile, a smile he saves for you and you only. It feels like he's in on something you aren't when he smiles like that. Heat crawls up your neck, flowers wrap their way around you rib cage.

"You scrub up well, you know." Is all you manage to say, rather breathless.

Remus rolls his eyes, "I try."

A minute of amused silence, Remus passes you the glass of wine in his hand. The glass is warm from being in his clutch, but you drink from it anyway.

"I thought after the catering disaster this wedding wasn't going to happen." Remus admits, looking out of the living room window at where Frank paces the length of the front path, working his way through his second cigarette. Alice will have your head for allowing such a thing.

You hum a disagreement, eyes roaming Remus' face, it's so soft, so beautifully shaped. You've no idea why he hates his scars so much. They only outline his best qualities. The one over the bridge of his perfectly sloped nose, the one under his beautiful amber eyes, the one along his sharp cheekbones, and your favourite one: the one across his cupids bow, defining his soft, pink lips. It's a shame, really, that Remus Lupin thinks so little of himself. You'd give him the world should he only ask.

"I think nothing can stop a love like that," You murmur, soft and quiet, voice thick with something, "Not even a shoddy caterer."

Remus' eyes leave the front garden, meet with yours in a way that always makes heat explode in your chest. He's too much to look at, sometimes. It physically hurts.

"You always have such a positive outlook on life."

You laugh, shoulders shrugging, "Suppose it's habit."

"From?"

"Keeping you miserable lot from giving up all together?" You offer, smiling over the rim of your wine glass.

Remus laughs, genuine and unashamed. "Tell you what, at our wedding, I promise to be the one keeping everything together, how about that?"

He seems to flinch after that, like he's physically pained by the words coming out of his mouth. You flinch, too. The flowers around your rib cage wilt and pull tighter all in one go, a frown pulling at your lips.

"I wasn't aware we were getting married."

Remus smiles like he's in pain, "Yeah, well, step one would actually be asking you on a date, but I'm a right twat who's mucked all that up."

There's something self deprecating about him. You don't like it. Remus Lupin deserves the world. You'll give him the world. You didn't think he wanted that from you, though. But you smile, gentle and sweet in a way you hope he'll like. It feels like something shifts. Maybe the stars begin to write a story about you both. Maybe the sun stops it's rotation just for a second to watch you both.

The wedding car pulls up outside and Remus, seemingly eager to back away from the situation he's created, slams his own drink down on the table and makes for the door.

"Remus," You call after him, he turns, "I'd marry you."

You offer him a lopsided smile. His eyes search your face for any sign of a joke. He finds none. You hope he understands what you mean.

"How about a date first?" He asks.

You release a breath, a laugh, a smile. It feels like you're floating.

"Sure, yeah. That first."

The front door swings open and Sirius barges his way past Remus, panicked and disheveled, "I've lost the fucking rings!"

Remus sighs, hand in his pocket, hands Sirius the red velvet box, "Here."

You're laughing all the way down the path, shoulder brushing Remus', the start of something new.

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DEMO [Last Updated Jan. 24th, 2024]

You are a Warden, a monster hunter who has come to the Kingdom of Auris which has become the forefront runner in it’s acceptance of magic and supernatural alike within the West Highlands. But when strange happenstances occur, you are called upon not just because of skill, but also because of your condition. A condition you’ve lied about for last 12 years.

Unearth the secrets that magic holds as a new form is discovered.

Befriend or romance those who attempt to worm through the cracks of the mask you wear. Or will you fight to keep them at arms length?

Regardless of where your journey takes you, your feathered friend will be at your side. As he always has been.

This story will be 18+ for the following reasons:

Explicit and erotic intimate scenes

Death, including of a child

Violence, blood and gore

Thoughts of suicide

Mentions of suicide

Self harm

Explicit language

Mental trauma

Horror elements

Feelings of being watched

NOTE: Your character will be pretending to have a disability (blindness), not because of a disorder but out of self preservation.

This list may be updated.

You are running away from your past. As you take a this new job, you're forced to confront it. What vices do you use to cope? Will you learn to rely on others or will your raven be your only source of comfort? Will you feel guilty for your lies? Yours will be a journey of self-forgiveness, or maybe you'll only fall deeper into despair.

Play as a man, woman, or non-binary. Gay, straight, or bi.

Plenty of customization options from physical appearance to clothes.

Φ Admos de Le Wren ─ Male | Draconian | Second-Born

Admos, the Dragon Lord of Auris, ascended to the throne following a devastating conflict with his father, bypassing his older brother's claim. This decision deepened the rift among his siblings. As he enters his fifth year as sovereign, Admos grapples with guilt and uncertainty about his role in the family's discord. Will you help him find clarity or fuel his doubts?

Φ Lyth/Lyari de Le Wren ─ Gender Selectable | Draconian | Tenth-Born

Ly took on the role of Viceroy/Vicereine in Auris and became their brother Admos's Right Hand, playing a vital part in the kingdom's recovery after a conflict with their father. However, an incident they triggered over a year and a half ago almost led to another war, casting doubt on their suitability for their position and their aid to their brother. Will you help Ly grapple with their past actions and uncertainties about their role as Viceroy/Vicereine, or will their internal conflicts remain unresolved?

Φ Leese/Lea van Laere ─ Gender Selectable | Human | Vampire

Born into nobility, Lee's life as the child of prominent figures in Lenia took an unexpected turn when they were turned into a vampire. Forced to leave their home, Lee now wrestles with their new identity, desperately seeking meaning in their existence and if it's worth maintaining.

Is Lee a monster consumed by instinct, or can you help them reclaim their humanity?

Φ Xiang Xiaowen/Xiaodan ─ Gender Selectable | Human

Xiao, an ambassador dispatched to Auris to aid the Dragon Lord in Council matters, fought hard to secure their role. Serving as an unofficial advisor, they frequently share insights to assist Admos. Yet their unwavering dedication to obtaining this position hints at a deeper motivation. Perhaps they will reveal it to you.

Φ Gabriel Duarte ─ Gender Selectable | Human

Assigned to you as an assistant of sorts, the recently knighted guard is searching for their place within the Order. Perhaps their new mission will set them on a path for glory, or sink them beneath the turmoils it takes to obtain.

Φ Hestia ─ She/They | Elf? | Witch

Even the most kind have their secrets.

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𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘

Notes!: HIII, this chapter picks up a little more…and has some smut. Also how do you add links to previous chapters??? I don't know how this app works.Umm, that’s all I gotta say really fill free to give me submissions too! But y’all I’m obsessing over Ethel Cain give her a listen…ANYWAYS ENJOY. (sorry this took so long to write I was being lazy ngl and I FUCKING HATE writing on here it’s so hard)

Also be sure to read the first chapter!:3

Chapter one!

TW: self-image issues(briefly), Smut, self-pleasure (Ellie and reader are switches cause why the fuck are y’all leaving Dom/Ellie with blue balls), praise, humiliation (I can’t help myself), scissoring, And dependency and I mean DEPENDENCY

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↞ blood thirst↠

“I love you like a rotten dog, I love you like my canines are falling out of my gums, like a monster, like a beast, like something not worth loving back…”

Amidst the desolation of the city, nestled within the eerie confines of an abandoned bank, past crumbling cement barely holding form lay you and Ellie venturing deeper into the ruins. Outside, tall grass swayed gently in the rain-soaked landscape. Greenery curled beautifully through every crack of debris in the once-modern city. Coating old highways in fluffy fields of earth, and streets now flooded rivers as nature takes over once more. Sights that could have been radiant in a sense…If you weren’t worried about what could be lurking amongst the serenity. Your feet still throbbing with each agonizing step, fatigued from looting for hours on end. Leading up to Ellie finding a withered note about a stash held up inside the forsaken vault. However it didn’t quite mention the amount of infected roaming inside. While fungus within the old building wasn't unexpected, you hoped fervently that the loot still awaited, praying that the note wouldn't prove to be a futile expenditure of both ammunition and time.

Especially since Ellie had recklessly fired off her pistol, taking down a runner with a clear headshot, inadvertently alerting other nearby infected. "Ellie! G-god damnit!..." You scowled in frustration as she rushed ahead, swiftly dispatching another runner by sinking her switchblade into its skull. Left to fend for yourself, you quickly dropped to the ground, seizing a bottle and hurling it at a snarling infected woman. The glass shattered, slicing through her already rotten skin with added ferocity, eliciting a piercing screech of agony as you swiftly moved in, driving a blade fiercely through her neck ripping it through the jugular spurting the dusty floor in her fluids.

Without a moment to spare, you whirl around, deftly sliding your hunting rifle off your sore shoulder. With practiced precision, you tug back the bolt roughly and fire off a shot at another runner's head, splitting it into fleshy gore. Swiftly discarding the spent shell, you tug back the bolt again with a sharp 'cha-chunk!' before unleashing another round at a wailing clicker, its arms flailing wildly. The thick, fungus-ridden skin yields to your bullets, severing its leg and leaving the monster to shriek sluggishly as it attempts to crawl over, bleeding out.

Amidst the chaos of battle, you were abruptly interrupted as another clicker forcefully pulls you back into its chest. Your heart sinks as you catch a glimpse of its rotten teeth from the corner of your eye, prompting you to react instinctively by slamming your elbow back into its stomach. Your head snaps at the sound of Ellie calling out your name, alerting you to imminent danger. Sliding a crowbar across the floor, readying you to confront the threat ahead.

The clicker, unfazed by your attack, now poised to retaliate, lets out a piercing shriek, its clicking intensifying as it bares its teeth. Its head twitches with anticipation, ready to lunge at you once more. Until a loud growl ripped from your chest, as you curled your arms back, slamming the bar into the center of the bright orange cordyceps curling from its face. Quickly yanking the rusty crowbar back, as the clicker shrieks in agony. Straightening up pathetically in defense, only to be met with another forceful blow to the jaw, blood spurting as rotten teeth shatter under the impact. With a fierce strike, you snap its neck, much like the crowbar snaps in your grip.

With ragged breath and clenched teeth, you tossed aside the now useless scrap metal, hissing softly as you rolled your strained shoulder. "Fuck..." you huffed bitterly in frustration, kicking aside the mutant body with a twinge of guilt. Despite its infection, the brutality of the kill left a bitter taste in your mouth, causing your gaze to soften as you panted. This thing was once a person, despite its attempts to devour you. It had a name and a family, though, in the heat of the moment, you couldn't help but recall the harsh argument with Ellie when you had the crowbar in your grip.

How the fuck could she say that to you…. after everything? After Joel? You were the one who stood by her side, the one who rushed to her aid whenever she needed it... did you truly hold no significance to her? Did all those nights in Jackson simply vanish? God, you longed for simplicity, to be a normal nineteen-year-old again... reading her dorky comics, cuddling up in her bed, letting her play with your hair and pepper you with kisses while you read…..You hated how much this trip was affecting you…how it was destroying Ellie. She was the small sliver of normality in your life and she was seeping away through your bruised knuckles.

And that thought made your stomach churn with nausea…and your eyes to brim with tears.

You will not lose her.

You exhale shakily, running your bloody hands through your hair as you scan the area for your girlfriend. Muffling your horrified breaths with pants, you meet her fierce emerald gaze with dilated eyes. Luckily, Ellie seems preoccupied and focused on her task at hand. She pulls her blade from the runner's stomach, splattering her shirt with small speckles of crimson. With a dismissive scoff, she lets the body drop to the floor, wiping the blood from the blade before slipping it back into her jeans. "Are you okay?" she asks, despite her obvious exhaustion. You nod in response, swallowing a tight lump in your throat. "Yeah," you grumble softly in frustration. Still, clearly annoyed with her, she kept quiet she focused back on the mission opening the heavy vault with your help.

Half a cart of shotgun rounds, a dusty bottle of whiskey, and a few measly scraps of pistol parts.

How fucking pleasant.

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The scent of salt from the nearby ocean, once inviting, now filled you with revulsion. Despite your longing to escape the cold confines of Wyoming and glimpse the vast expanse of the sea, you were desperate to flee the perilous situation surrounding you. With arms folded tightly across your chest, you gazed up at the darkening sky and surveyed the dilapidated city below. Quietly approaching your companion, you observed her marking up the map, choppy brows knitted in concentration, lips pressed together, freckled cheeks glistening with the mist of salty rain. A gorgeous sight…if she wasn't a total dick…Seemingly unfazed by her surroundings, while you felt on the verge of collapse.

“We need to find cover for the night.” You muttered dryly, still bitter about the brief argument held that afternoon. And as much as Ellie hated it night was creeping in, a time usually welcomed back in Jackson— after a good meal, a long shower, all nuzzled up in warm blankets snug in the safety of your own abode. But to your misfortune, night only meant more threats. Even if there were less wolves on your ass, there were still probably thousands of infected just waiting for supper.

Despite her reluctance, Ellie silently acknowledged your wisdom, though she refrained from admitting it aloud. She understood the folly of persisting along her current path, recognizing it as a reckless flirtation with death. With a frustrated sigh, she acquiesced, nodding in agreement. "Come on," she urged, gesturing ahead, "I bet we can find rest in at least in one of these old buildings" With determination, she set off, navigating the somber, dimming streets, while you trailed behind, ever watchful for lurking dangers. Fortunately, the only sounds were the faint groans of towering skyscrapers teetering on the brink of collapse. As you both pressed on in search of shelter, the task seemed more daunting than anticipated.

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Silently, you and Ellie maneuvered through the fractured streets, her leading the way as you pressed on with a sluggish jog, ascending into elevated trenches. Every movement scraped your skin raw, leaving fleshy burns on your bare elbows. While flooded areas sent a painful chills through your buckled knees with each step. Despite the toll on your body, you remained vigilant, noting every sound, every flicker of light, searching for any signs of life among the desolation. In this world where society was but a tarnished memory, a mere fairytale within the elderly.

Infected weren’t the real threat out here…

Alas, your hopes were answered when your lover broke your dreadful thoughts with good news. “Hey! Over here!” Ellie's voice cut through the patter of rain, drawing you back with a quickened pace. You found her beneath the looming facades of the multi-business area, her gaze fixed on the few unbarred entrances. “Place is boarded up everywhere except those doors I’m gonna check it out, give me a boost okay?” she directed, and you complied, crouching down as she ascended onto your shoulders, reaching for the outer ledge of the second story. After a swift reconnaissance inside, she leaned down to lend you a hand, her grip firm as you hoisted yourself up, finally joining her on the second floor. Exhausted, you released a soft sigh of gratitude before turning the metal doorknob and stepping into the desolation beyond.

"Thank god," you grumbled, pulling off your soaked hood and clicking on a flashlight to illuminate the surroundings. With a sweep of your wrist, you took in the dismal remnants of what was once a gym: dusty weights, a treadmill, some deflated yoga balls. Grateful that the place seemed intact, you turned your attention to a corner where a few sleeping bags and an old mattress lay, seemingly dragged in. Your heart sank as you spotted crafted bombs and wolf snares, sending a shiver down your spine. "Shit," you muttered under your breath, scanning the area for any hidden dangers. "I don't think we should stick here long..."

Your comment caused Ellie's gaze to harden as she strode over, scouring the area for any clues pertaining to the blonde woman she was hunting. However, her search yielded nothing but old sleeping bags and a few meager cans of food, long since stored and forgotten.“…Been a while since someone’s been by….but we should probably get a look around..” she muttered bitterly, her disappointment palpable as she briefly glanced over a few old letters before tucking them away in her bag.

“Anything good?” You inquired, striding ahead to survey the area while your girlfriend let out a sigh. “Not really…just some shit about supplies not far off…might be worth a detour” she murmured, veering off in the opposite direction to inspect the locker rooms. Left alone, you explored the lobby and office area, relieved to find little of interest, though your nerves were on edge, despite anxiously looking for any hiding infected. But even so, you were graciously “rewarded” by the fucked up universe as you peeked into the staff room spotting an old vending machine.

A weary smile curved your lips, followed by a laugh of relief as you shattered the dusty glass with a spare bottle from your bag. Swiftly kneeling to gather up the old snacks, a rare find in a world where food not in a rusty can was a luxury. Unfortunately, your joy was brief before a loud bang and a screeching wail of infected broke the fragile peace. Without hesitation, you dashed towards the locker rooms, where you spotted your girlfriend struggling against a stalker. Who seemed to just sprung from hiding. With a swift motion, Ellie withdrew a switchblade and pierced the rotting it's jugular, ending the threat without a moment's hesitation.

"MOTHERFUCKER!" she growled, her voice laced with fury and adrenaline, as she yanked the blade across its throat roughly, crimson splattering her cheek as the life drained from the fungal corpse. Leaving it to convulse, choking on its own fluids in a desperate struggle for release before succumbing to death's embrace. While you watched her feeling time stop for a fleeting moment once more, allowing you to observe the intensity of her violence. A part of your mind flirted with forbidden temptation, finding a twisted pleasure in her brutality. Yet, another part of you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the victims—the lives you've taken on this path of vengeance.

She was the epitome of beauty and danger…

a sight that stirred warmth in your belly and sent your heart aflutter….

You feared her…ached for her…

for the touch of her skin and the soft praises she’d had once muttered…

This wasn't the same girl you fell in love with; she had morphed into something worse, plummeting down a path of vengeance too swift for comprehension.

But yet you were chasing and chasing loyally behind…whining for scraps or a soft pat on the head…

You were begging to feel her…to devour her….to become one…to become whole….

She was turning into a monster blindly walking towards vengeance….while you for grasping for the comfort of intimacy….like a wish flopping for air…helpless without water….

There was something horribly wrong with you….something too painful to define...an addiction that would leave you to curl up and vomit in her brief absences.

You gulp hoarding your unmistakable needs, rushing over quickly. Masking heat in your stomach…and a weight on your heart. “Fucking Christ, are you good?” You blurted out in a panicked rush, breathless. She nodded, her grip tight on the bloodied blade as she slid it into her back pocket. “Yeah…just fucking…came at me from the stall….” She muttered through heavy pants running her hand over her chest to relieve her rapid heart.

“Well….place is clear…..from what I saw..” You muttered sighing softly while she hummed in agreement finally looking around the large locker room a bit more. Her emerald eyes glimmered with determination as she approached an old generator, pulling at it persistently until it sputtered to life, casting the building in a white flickering glow. “Oh fuck yeah..” she breathed out, a fleeting smile gracing her lips, infecting yours with warmth. “Nice babe.” You praised softly, surveying the surroundings in the pale illumination before making your way to one of the showers, hoping for a stroke of luck. You twisted the dusty nozzle and out spewed a stream of green, grimy muck before gradually turning into a tepid, rust-stained flow. Cold and tainted, yet still a welcomed sight, at least for now.

"Hey, check this out," you exclaimed proudly, prompting the auburn-haired girl to turn her head with a soft 'yessss.' "You go ahead, I'll set up," you added, walking out of the locker room to respect her privacy. In the gym lobby, you rearranged a few dusty sleeping bags along with dragging out the desolate mattress, lightly beating them before fixing up a makeshift bed. After the brief chore, you plopped down, kicking off your worn-out boots and exhaling deeply to relax. Closing your eyes briefly, you welcomed the calm before Ellie emerged from the locker room a few moments later.

Her flushed skin glowed with cleanliness after scrubbing, while her choppy auburn hair, still damp, dripped water onto her freckled shoulders. She casually strolled over, clad in a simple off-white sports bra and gray cotton boyshorts, her lean body slightly bruised like yours as she effortlessly carried her dirty clothes, tossing them aside. Letting you shamefully take in her body…and her small clothed breasts…those toned thighs…You let out a soft huff to snap you from your thoughts. This wasn't the time…though when is it ever?… it's not like relationships past outbreak day were fucking normal themselves.

“I let some soap in there for you…sucks we can’t fucking wash our clothes” Ellie announced hoarsely, obliviously walking over to sit beside you on the pallet. "Thanks," you hushed quickly, masking your fluster with a dismissive nod, scrambling up to head to the locker room, cursing yourself silently as a gentle warmth enveloped your belly.

Seeking solace, you finally find relief in upcoming cleanliness, although it doesn't extend to your mental state. You rush to peel away your soiled clothes, shedding your sweaty, blood-coated shirt, along with your sun-bleached jeans, and finally discarding your dirty socks and muddy sneakers. Glancing at your bareness in one of the dusty windows, you feel a slight wave of sickness wash over you at the sight.

Your shoulders, still sensitive and flushed, bear the marks of clawing, while your breasts are tainted with dry blood from the wounds. Scattered bruises adorn your abdomen and back, some trailing down to your thighs, their origins lost in the blur of violence. You've been mindlessly treading this brutal path, cutting down anyone who crossed you or Ellie. Despite the numbness, you're reminded of your humanity; your body, despite its capacity for pain and damage to others, is still soft flesh, no match for metal or the knuckles of other survivors. You were going to scar…and what you couldn't show mentally your body was soon going to bear.

Yet, moments ago you were shamelessly ogling Ellie as if she hadn't shown what little care she had for your presence. You were a fool a stupid girl still head over heels for your lover even in this horrific state. You lacked any experience, except the few times you had slept with her or played with yourself in brief isolation. What makes you even think Ellie would be attracted to you like this? You're so desperate to cling to her as if things were fucking normal.

But they weren't.

Ellie's singular focus became glaringly clear: to eliminate Abby, no matter how unsettling or repulsive it felt to you. Despite your attempts to sway her, there seemed to be no amount of reasoning or demonstration of worth that could deter her from this path of vengeance. And you'll continue to follow and beg for touch like a weeping puppy lying belly up…. vulnerable to rejection….loyally staying for affection.

A soft sigh escapes your lips as you turn away from the mirror and step into the once-pristine shower. The cold water cascades over your bare form, sending shivers down your spine as it soothes the tension in your sore skin. Dirt and old blood trickle slowly down the rusty drain as you scrub harshly at your sweaty skin with the meager amount of soap on the old rag. Your nails ruffle and scratch harshly at your oily scalp, attempting to quiet your spiraling thoughts and the heavy weight on your heart. Despite the fleeting despair, your body still thrums with anticipation at the thought of your lover. Even if you try to mask it, to play off your fear and emotions, there's an undeniable attraction toward Ellie that cannot silence the flutter in your core. The strain between you too left you pathetically trying not to touch yourself to ease the wetness in your cunt…you both were fucked up…but still humans aching to be accompanied.

Though Ellie had discarded you plenty.

You could barely remember the last time you felt her body against yours. Head tilted back, bottom lip tucked gently under your teeth you reminisced Idaho…the start of your travels. Seeking shelter in an abandoned cabin escaping the snow blanketed the woods outside. Barely able to keep away from the cold..till her nude body was pressed up against yours under heavy fur pelts. Her dry lips dampened by your tongue between slow heated kisses….briefly parting when they brushed your neck…to the shell of your ear….till wrapping around your cold puckered buds. While her fingers pumped in and out of your weeping cunt. Swollen folds parted gently keeping her thumb occupied as it rubbed your puffy clit…pleading for you to keep still so she’d fuck you nice and slow.

“That’s it….keep making those pretty sounds for me…”

“Good girl…come on…you can take it….thats it…just like that….”

“Stay still for me baby…so fucking pretty for me….”

She cooed gently while her warm breath ghosted her cheek as she pecked your pouty lips sucking softly on your tongue as you whimpered into her kisses. Through your climax was interrupted, when a runner made itself known by slamming on the bedroom door. Awakened by your pathetic sobs for release…and shattering your longed intimacy…

The bittersweet memory hadn't helped you much as your eyes fluttered open once more. Your lips tugging into a soft pout as you pull your fingers from your puffy clit. Leaving your fingertips stickily glistened with arousal before you tip them into the cold water neglecting your desire further. Reluctantly you turn off the shower, deeming yourself clean enough for now.

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After drying off with a towel salvaged from an old bench, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips. Running your fingers through your dripping hair, you couldn't help but appreciate the semblance of cleanliness it brought. Rummaging through your cluttered bag, you were relieved to discover a slightly stained cami and a faded pair of panties. After a quick glance in the mirror, you noted the flush of your cheeks from the recent self-indulgence, the goosebumps peppering your skin, and the bruises accentuated by the lingering cold water.

So much for looking better…

You gathered your bag leaving the dim locker rooms to return to Ellie quietly jotting down in her journal perched up in the crappy bed you two would be sharing for the night. With her knees drawn close to her chest, the dark grey journal lay over her toned thighs, her copper hair spilling messily across her forehead. As she lifted her head at the sound of your soft footsteps, her emerald eyes traced your form. A gentle parting of her lips and a hitch in her breath caught your attention, before she quickly averted her gaze, shamefully closing her book.

"Dinner" was a somber affair, if you could even call it that, with only a few measly cans of vegetables to pass as a meal. Ellie had already devoured her portion long before you, a habit you'd noticed due to her tendency to avoid meals, though her reasons..she wouldn’t speak of and you wouldn't dare pry…Sitting quietly beside you in the muted ambiance, her emerald eyes flickered between you and the dim, dancing light in a repetitive pattern she had grown accustomed to. It was evident she had something on her mind, the subtle shifts in her posture and the nervous nibbling of her bottom lip betraying her inner turmoil. You sensed the weight of guilt hanging over her, yet you also knew her well enough to understand that she struggled to articulate her emotions. She had always been more comfortable with silence than words, a trait unchanged since her arrival in Jackson. Still as quiet and stubborn as the day you met her…yet you’re still hooked on her..like a puzzle to unsolve…counting the slow licks to the soft center. Waiting for a taste of the dewy core…to see her as weak and needy as you…

God..you could only imagine seeing her smile again…

Even if this was becoming a fatal chase…

Once your stomach felt uncomfortably full from the meager meal, you pushed what remained of your portion towards her, a new habit born from weeks of scraping by. It was a small offering, but you had grown accustomed to consuming little, barely able to stomach a plate of food even if you even had the choice. “Thanks.” Her muttered dryly in graciousness as she began to eat your fill. Her gaze softening as she looked over at you, like a stumped little girl in time out. “I….I wanted to say…I’m sorry for earlier…look I know you’re tired, and well do am I..” she paused with a harsh swollen mow of guilt between her chews before discarding the can next to her. Letting her hand rest on your bare thigh, her thumb tracing a soft pattern of affection. “I’m glad that you’re here…that you’re with me…I couldn’t have done any of this shit without you.” She added hoping for a sliver of mercy

Despite her attempt at an apology, it was quickly overshadowed by the sensation of her calloused hand coming to rest on your bare skin, sending a flutter through your heart like an excited child. You struggled to maintain a stern facade, inwardly chastising yourself for your weakness. Barely even able to remember your frustration. …"It's... it's fine," you murmured softly in response, your hand instinctively covering hers, a faint smile playing at your lips. "It was stupid…I just…well…we just..should get some rest. This whole thing has got us on edge..."

Ellie's gaze flickered as she listened. You knew there was so much she could say..so much she could do…But instead, she offered a soft smile in return. “right...I…I should..just sleep” she mumbled giving your thigh a firm squeeze, before leaning over to plant a gentle, apologetic kiss on your cheek. The gesture elicited a giddy smile from your lips, and without hesitation, you leaned in to capture her lips in a genuine kiss. Catching her off guard, Ellie gasped briefly before melting into your embrace, reciprocating the kiss with equal fervor. Her hand quickly moving to cup the back of your neck your lips brushed each others slowly with soft smacks. Before she pulled back making your heart immediately drop and a soft whimper to hitch from your throat.

“What’s wrong?….” She questioned tauntingly seeing you nudge forward attempting to chase her lips….” you want more?…” Ellie added in a rasped whisper making your thighs tense. While you straightened up eagerly sitting on your heels cheeks flushed in embarrassment for being so desperate.

But god….

That sly fucking smirk…

It made your stomach flip and chin tremble with a pathetic nod. “Please Ellie please-” You whispered till abruptly being caught off by her lips once more as she tugged you closer by the plush fat of your hips. Making your cunt ache between your thighs, scrambling to straddle her hips. While your hands curl into her Auburn hair tugging it gently. Heart fluttering, heat curling into the pit of your belly with each slow kiss. Your hips instinctively buckled for an ounce of abrasion. Drawing a chuckle from Ellie in return pulling back only to hush softly—

“So needy…”

Sending yet another pulse straight to your core followed by a small attempt to rut once more, till her firm palms groped your flanks in disproval. “Patience baby…” she cooed in a goading tone. Tilting her head a tad bit letting her nose kiss yours and her breath wafted your trembling lips…Absolutely charmed by your chase she leaned in tugging your bottom lip softly. Drawing a soft hitch from you, willingly parted your lips letting your tongue poke out testing her will.

But nothing….rather a gentle..

“Tsk….tsk….”

Concluded with a wet peck on your pout, and another erupting chuckle. Though, any other time you would find this endearing…or just as amusing. You found yourself rather frustrated…yearning for a move. “Ellie please…please just-“

You plead only to be rudely interrupted once more by a tug on your waist dragging your sopping wet cunt to rest on her bare thigh. Forcing a small whimper to escape your lips, and your head to shyly dip onto her shoulder. “What was that?” The aubrunette purred moving her calloused palms to cup your soft ass encouraging you to hump her femur…like a desperate puppy in heat.

Pathetically eager…you did just that. Mewling and whining letting your heavy breaths ghost her freckled cheek. So ashamed to admit how easily you could get off, with the help of your damp panties chafing your swollen sex. But you weren't the only one pleased..quite frankly Ellie was absolutely soaked…pulsating even but she was never simple….

“Hmph….mmph….” You huffed contentedly, nestling into her warm neck, inhaling the soft scent of sandalwood, while your palms gently pressed against her lean back, your nails barely grazing her pale skin. Your hips bucking joltingly, whenever clit bumped the start of her knee.

God…you felt so high…so stupidly drunk off her…

“Look at you…making a mess on my thigh…. you're so fucking wet aren’t you sweetheart…” she hummed calmly monitoring you with a fierce stare letting her nails curl into the plushness of your ass….You knew she was going to snap easily by the way her chest rose slowly in heavy hitches….

Along with the blossoming damp spot in her tight briefs…

And you were so horribly eager for it too, daringly tipping your head back in pleasure. Plush lips parted…eyes fluttered shut bouncing on her toned thigh, now glistened with your arousal. “Fucking Christ….” she growled softly underneath her breath, sitting up straight to smash her lips against yours. In such a painfully hungry way….as her hands slowly hoist your panty-clad ass up tightly gripping your under thighs. Forcing your breath to hitch and her warm tongue to invade your lips. Which you keenly accepted meeting hers in lazy traces accompanied but soft pants. While your hands trailed down from her chopper lock, and over her breasts cupping them in your palms, drawing a soft groan from your lover. Ellie pulled back, your swollen lip tucked between her teeth keeping her eyes locked on yours before letting go.

“So pretty…” she hummed flicking her tongue softly over your lips making you whine in return. “Please…El…” You managed to huff out once more as your lover panted wet kisses over your jaw..and down your neck letting her tongue brush over your neck. “Please what…come on baby you know better…” She remarked sternly letting her hands run down your bare thighs gently.

Flushed and consumed by lust, your mind blurred, succumbing to a familiar ache that pulsed like a second heartbeat, coursing through your nerves. You had no care for pride…or grudges you held all day. She was here…she was in your grasp….she knew just how to make you beg.

“Please….fuck me…”

Ellie smirked as she pulled away from your neck, effortlessly hoisting you off her thigh and flipping you onto your back. With cocky confidence, she leaned over you, her lips teasingly grazing yours before descending to assault your neck. Just like that, your prayers were swept off you…handed over so easily like a beautifully wrapped gift. Your breath hitched softly feeling yourself melt over her heated lips. Creating pleasureful bruises all over your sore body in marks…worthy of baring.

Departing briefly after proudly looking over the scattered hickeys trailing down to your collarbone. Ellie smirked resting her chin just above your heart while her hands gently palmed your clothed tits. “Mm gonna fuck you so good baby…just sit and look pretty for me…” she purred lowly. Moving to sit back on her knees, toned arms crossing deliciously over her chest as she shredded off her grimy sports bra. Ruffling her Auburn hair along the way triggering you to swoon over her beauty with ease. You didn't waste a second more sitting capturing one of the rose buds between your plush lips. Sucking softly, tearing a groan from Ellie's throat. Motivating you to edge on harder only to be swiftly put back in your place. When a sharp tug at your hair pulls you back from the hardened bud.

“Bold….” Ellie rasped with a snarky smirk dawned on her lips before securing them back on yours. While her hands busied themselves tearing off your own bra. Flushed and bare-chested, you obediently, let your back meet the firm mattress once more. By then you were so desperate for more you bucked your hips up against her toned pelvis, your thighs firmly clutching her hips. Your lover whined softly in return rolling her hips over the soft cries that poured between kisses. Impatiently tearing herself from your honeyed grasp she ducked. Flicking her tongue out to plant a long stripe up your bare tit to your collarbone. Trailing warm kisses down your heaving belly as while you struggle to catch your breath.

“You’re fucking soaked baby….” Ellie groaned firmly grasping your plush thighs and tugging you harshly down. Clashing the tip of her nose against your clothed clit. “F-fuck Ellie please…please I'm so…mmph..!” You desperately squealed arching your back over the jolt. While her warm tongue lazily traced your weeping mound tasting your arousal leaking out the fabric. “Mmph….so sweet…so fucking good….” Ellie whined lazily between sopping kisses, practically mouthing your clothed pussy drunkenly. Till she pulled back fluttering, her hooded emeralds open. Tracing the sight of your pulsing sex now lewdly nude under the white cotton of your panties.

That sight alone could've made her cum…

Quickly, Ellie shifts back in a blur swiftly ripping your panties down your thighs carelessly tossing them away. Parting only briefly to shed off her own underwear, to reveal her soaked pussy tucked under a neat auburn bush. You could feel your breath hitch over the sight of her puffy clit poking out from neglect, just before she hovered over again. “Fuck…I’m so wet…. ’m gonna make you feel so good, baby…” Your lover huffed brows furrowed, bottom lip tucked between her teeth, pushing your left leg up letting your calf rest against her chest.

You could feel your heart tighten looking up at the auburn-haired girl your pussy pulsing over that tantalizing smirk. “This for me?” she cooed slapping your bare pussy, chuckling over your pathetic jolts. You nod flushed and smiling lazily purring a soft-“Mhm~…” Ellie, amused by your provocative whine rewarded you by slotting her soaked pussy against yours. Earning a long whine from your throat as your clits bumped each other. “F-fuck….oh f-fuck….” You mewled quickly grasping Ellie's slender hips as she began to rut against your pussy. As if you couldn't get any wetter…

“A-ahh…hummph……fucking….Christ baby….” Ellie huffed, her head tilted back her eyes fluttered shut. While her voice delectably trembled to a whine much like yours. Your mind was completely fucked, your eyes so lazily hooded, your while skin glistened with sweat. The room slowly reeking of sex along with an obscenity of the squelching noises and cries of pure bliss. “S-so good…” You babbled whining helplessly rolling your flanks to meet her eager pussy, your back arched painfully rough feeling her clit brush messily against yours. “F-fuck don't stop don't stop don't-” you added squealing over every rough slap of your cunts together.

Ellie grunted leaning down more, watching your face stir in desperation along with the gentle bounce of your tits. Nearly pushing your thigh up to your chest as she fucked you so lewdly, so rough, and animalistic. Making you swear you could see fucking stars. “Mm….you like that…h-ahh… ’m gonna fuck you so good baby…gonna cum all over your pretty pussy…” she growled sternly making you mewl and hump her pussy sloppily trying to chase your high. “Y-yes! Y-yes….F-fuck…Ellie!” You sobbed feeling heat run down the pit of your belly shooting to your weeping pussy. Till suddenly waves crashed quickly over you as your cum soaked her flushed pussy stickily.

Not sparing a second your lover squeezed your hips assuringly holding them up as she rolled her hips quicker. “El…El!…s’ too much!” you cry out softly in oversensitivity, while she used you to get off. “Come on baby… mmph f-fucking take it…take it pretty girl I know you can” she demanded roughly. Tilted her head to nip harshly on your calf muffling her moans against your skin. “Yeah…y-yeah…just like that baby…o-oh my fucking….” The auburn-haired girl whined her hips jolting, harshly rubbing her hardened clit against yours. Before one last rut forced her to spill over the edge, painting your puffy cunt in her milky arousal.

The two of you sat there for a moment, flushed and breathlessly exchanging fierce gazes concluded with messy kisses. Before the warmth slowly settled into a shiver….Ellie’s body, now resting tiredly at your side. Your eyes locked on the dark ceiling above you…listening to the soft patter of rain coming to an end. While small leaks dabbled down to your bare skin….The sun was rising trailing in through dusted windows, kissing your bare bodies…but frigidity remained….

Back to the hunt…

Final notes!: OMGGG I'M SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I've been horribly busy and I hope this ending doesn't feel rushed!!! Please call me out on any grammar issues too! THANK YOU FOR READINGGGG TEEHEE

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