Prologue: When the apocalypse breaks loose, you find yourself in companionship with your sport teacher, Mr. Smith.
Prologue, Part Two: Both you and Negan struggle to navigate your new relationship.
Part One: You meet Carl whilst the Satellite station is being raided, where they take you as prisoner.
Part Two: During your first visit to Alexandria, when Carl misfires a gun, youāre instructed to ābabysitā him. This does not go very well.
Part Three: You return to Alexandria solo for some supplies, but Rick decides to protest. After a minor altercation, you make things even with Carl.
Part Four: Carl and Enid are at the Hilltop colony at the same time as the Savioursā arrival. A fight ensues.
Part Five: Carl hijacks a truck, and winds up at the Sanctuary. You take pity on him, but Carl has other plans.
Part Six: You, Carl and Negan cook spaghetti. Annnnddd thatās about it.
Part Seven: Once again, you are tasked with babysitting Carl, this time leaving Alexandria to find supplies. An unsuspecting attacker causes a rift in your feud.
Part Eight: You and Carl bunker down for the night, and finally reveal your feelings regarding the first Saviour massacre.
Part Nine: Alexandria has regained their power, and Carl narrowly escapes death. Finally, your feelings catch up to each other. Season 7 finale.
Part Ten: You tussle with your emotions regarding Carl, whilst Grimes and co pay a surprise visit to the Sanctuary.
Part Eleven: After being taken back to Hilltop for recovery, Carl plans something to help lift your spirits.
Part Twelve: You, Carl and Judith share a picnic away from all the troubles of war. Alternatively: the calm before the storm.
Part Thirteen: The Saviour-Alexandria war comes to a close in one, final battle.
Epilogue: Six years later, Carl and Reader consider what the future holds.
š° | Business Transaction: You and Carl conduct a business transaction. He patches up your wound, and you return his supplies.
š° | Little Pleasures: You catch Carl and Enid sharing an intimate moment, and can no longer repress your feelings for the Grimesā boy. Luckily, he intends on making it right.
š° | Jerking Off Headcanons: NSFW! How does Carl choose to pleasure himself?
Part Two: NSFW! After seeing you in a bikini down at the lake, Carl has to deal with a fewā¦ embarrassing problems.
Part Three: NSFW! A makeout session in the woods quickly escalates. (Carl x Saviour! Reader)
š° | Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader: Not everyone approves of Carlās girlfriend.
š° | Sing Me a Song: NSFW! Negan gives Carl a tour of the Sanctuary, where his youngest wife grows quite the interest for the boy.
a/n: uhhhhhmmmmmmm. why is no one writing steve x experiment reader fics. here's a fic about that! its not matthew and its not a jack o character but hey stranger things ends tomorrow so here y'all go. reader doesn't have any physical attributes besides the tattoo (and is described to be skinny exactly once) and no other details are given, she's just a little strange. head those warnings y'all! soooo enjoy! i love u steve harrington i love you forever and ever
warnings: not proof read, experiment/009!reader, canon is a suggestion, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, big dick steve harrington, fingering, praise, condom use, pinv sex, steve is gentle, friends to lovers arc, steve calls reader "nines" a few times, dad hopper, fem reader with female anatomy, no use of y/n, first kiss, implied disabled reader and steve, lots of nicknames (mostly baby and pretty girl), gentle sex, uhhh I'm sure i missed stuff and for that i apologize
word count: 5.5k
summary: steve is a very good friend--but he's an even better teacher, even when teaching you to kiss.
pairing: steve harrington x experiment!reader (009)
now playing: i think we're alone now - tiffany
"i think we're alone now/there doesn't seem to be anyone around/i think we're alone now/the beating of our hearts is the only sound."
When you and Steve became friends, he took on the role of teaching you things. It wasnāt intentional, it wasnāt some job he got stuck with.Ā
He had met you at the Byersā house, right around the time he was dealing with Dustin, demodogs and his newfound role as the babysitter. He didnāt say much to you then. Steveās first memory of you is you, with your hair shaved, in a tee shirt and jeans that didnāt quite fit you. You just stared with wide, doe eyes at everything, like every little thing was foreign. A small number was inscribed into your arm, like a tattoo.Ā
And for all the shit people give him, Steve isnāt stupid. He saw the way you flinched when people yelled, the way your face twisted into confusion whenever someone made an unfamiliar reference. He saw how you tried to make yourself as small as possible. And he saw how, as everyone prepared for battle, you quietly slipped outside, needing some air.Ā
Steve followed. That would become a habit.
He stood outside with you, delicately introducing himselfāwell, as delicately as he could,
āHeyāHi, Uh, Iām Steve, Steve Harrington.ā You turned your head to look at him but did not respond. āDo youā¦ whatās your name?ā You just stare, before silently offering him your arm, letting him see the ā009ā that has been inked into your skin, but your eyes remain on his face as it scrunches a bit, a hand coming up to gently steady your wrist, and Steve doesnāt like the way it makes you flinch. āNine?ā He continues, āYour name is.. Nine?āĀ
You give a nod.Ā
āNine..ā He mumbles, with a nod, āWell, itās nice to meet you, nines.ā He gives you a smile and holds out his hand for you to shake. Again, you stare at him. Like you donāt know what heās asking. So, gently and slowly, like heās handling something delicate, he takes your hand and places it in his palm, wrapping his fingers around yours and giving it a firm squeeze. āItās a handshake.ā He explains, and you nod, committing the movement to memory.Ā
Steve doesnāt say anything about the way you pull back from the warmth, but he watches your face as you finally meet his eyes, before looking back down to your hands. Then, Steve watches as a you shiver, a gust of wind sending goosebumps across your skin. He doesnāt say anything but he does make his way off the porch and to his car, opening the door to the backseat and pulling out an old flannel of his. He goes back to you and hands it to you, and again, you just stare at it.Ā
āHere.ā He says, but when you donāt take it, he sighs and goes around you, wrapping the flannel around your shoulders, when you finally take the hint to slip your arms into the holes, and Steve leaves you with a reassuring pat on the shoulders before stepping back to look at you. Itās big on you. Youāre too skinny, and youāre shaking like a leaf, but he doesnāt say that. Instead, he shrugs and smiles.Ā
āLooks better on you than it ever did on me.ā He smiles, and although you donāt fully understand his comment, the look on his face causes the tips of your lips to tilt up, the first semblance of a smile since youāve gotten here. Steve goes to say something else, but heās interrupted by the door opening behind the two of you, glancing back to see Hopper and El standing there, as if theyāre heading out.Ā
Hopper looks between you and Steve, and then at your flannel. If he has anything to say about it, he chooses not to.Ā
āCome on, kid, weāre leaving,ā he says, and El smiles a bit to you as she takes your hand in hers and begins to lead you to the car, but before you get too far, you turn and look at Steve again, and tell him,Ā
āThank you.āĀ
Steve gives a halfhearted nod as he tries to remember what the hell he was doing, but all he can do is think about the way you looked in his flannelāthe very same flannel youād be wearing when he kissed you for the first time, and the very same flannel that would be on the floor the first time you slept together.Ā
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You and Steve have shared pretty much everything since that night. Clothes, stories, books, cassettes, ear pain, back pain, migrainesā Maybe itās because he recognizes that you donāt have anyone in your corner, making sure you get the chance to enjoy being a teenager, but Steve becomes your teenage culture connoisseur.
He introduced you to all the great artists, taking recommendations from Nancy and eventually Robin (And begrudgingly Jonathan, because even though heās not a fan, he canāt deny that Byers knows his shit), gave you a long list of movies to watch (So far you like Halloween, Itās A Wonderful Life, and The Wizard of Oz the best), and he makes sure to guide you through all of your firsts.
He gives you a driving lesson in his beamer and you areĀ reallyĀ bad at it, to the point where Steve makes you promise to call him any time you needed a ride, only being half serious. (He had taught you how to do a pinky promise, noticing how red the tips of your ears got when he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your locked hands. It struck you as romantic, having built up the idea of a relationship in your mind, based on movies and books.)
Steve even takes you to your first real partyāwhich came with a lot of convincing Hopper to even let you go, promising him youād be back to the cabin by midnight, that he was being the designated driver, and that he would not let you leave his sight. (And he didnāt. He let you have one disgusting glass of jungle juice and glared at a guy trying to flirt with you, even though you didnāt even notice, too busy staring at Steveās arms through his shirt. When he dropped you off at the cabin at 11:55, you pressed a kiss to his cheek and thanked himāfor the ride, for taking you to the party, for everything.)
So really, it shouldnāt come as a shock to you that heās also your first kiss.Ā
Youād been at Steveās for a couple of hours. Robin was here earlier but had decided to ditch the two of you once Vicki called saying she had gotten her shift covered. The two of you sat on the floor of his bedroom, a record he likes playing from the stereo by the door. The sun was starting to set, and Steve was telling you the story of his first girlfriendā
āAnd weāre starting to really go at it when her damn dad walks in and sends me this lookāā He cuts himself off with giggles because of how hard youāre laughing, leaning against him as you try to catch your breath. āIt wasāit was really bad..ā he laughs and shakes his head. āSo, what about you?ā He wonders.
āWhat about me?ā You ask, looking at him with this big, authentic grin that he knows you could never fake.Ā
āYour first kiss, what was it like?ā And it takes you a second to realize that Steve has forgotten how many years you spent being an experiment, and not a person. It might bother you, if you werenāt swooning over the idea of him seeing you as more than just useful or powerful. You shake your head after a moment. Steveās eyebrows furrow. Then, they lift in realization. āOh.ā He says, āright. Sorry..ā he sighs.Ā
You shrug.
Youāre not great at the whole talking and communicating thing, and Steve is determined to change that.Ā
āWell, honestly, youāre probably better for it. I was like, thirteen, it was really not that great.ā He confessed, āI think Iām better at it now, now that Iāve had more practice.ā Heās being humble, wanting to impress you without saying it. āSo,ā He starts, āIf you were going to kiss someone, who would it be?ā He wonders, and he watches as your gears start to turn, your face hardening a bit as you begin to think. He thinks youāre crossing people off your list, but you knowĀ exactlyĀ who youād kiss if you had the choice, youāre just wondering if Steve knows it would be him, and if heās making fun of you.Ā
āUh..ā You start, but the tilt of his head reminds you that Steve is being genuine, so you just smile and shrug, your face warm now. āI donāt know.āĀ
āBullshit.ā Steve calls, and you begin to play with the sleeves of the flannel he gave you the day you met him. You like when the sleeves fall over your palms. Youāre keen on long sleeves, having gotten one too many glances at the weird tattoo on your wrist. You canāt even look at him. He knows youāre keeping it to yourself. His knee nudges yours. āCāmon, Nines, I wonāt judge, itās just aāā
āYou.ā You finally say, āIf.. If I were going to kiss someone, I would kiss you.ā You pause. āBut I.. would not be very good at it.ā
You expect him to laugh. To tease. To torment. Instead, he surprises you.Ā
āYouād just need a good teacher.ā You both look to the otherās face at the same time, and in a rare moment of eye contact, you search for any signs of deceit. He searches for any sign of hesitation. Neither of you find what youāre looking for, and a long moment passes before he continues, āYou could kiss me if you wanted.ā He shrugs, āI wouldnāt mind..āĀ
An invitation.
You think about it for a long moment, and Steve is worried that heās made you uncomfortable, about to tell you that you donāt have to, that it was a stupid thought when you respondā
āOkay. Yeah, Okay,ā You nod, āI just.. I just donāt know how to..ā You trail off, and Steve realizes youāre asking advice, asking him to make your first kiss as good as possible. He turns his body to face yours, and you mimic his positioning so youāre fully turned to look at one another.Ā
āOkay, just try to follow my lead,ā He starts, āAnd pull back or, or push me back, or hit me, orāā
āSteve,ā You laugh a little, and your hands come up to tuck your hair behind your ears. āIāll be okay, I promise.ā You say softly, and he nods, his turn to blush.Ā
āRight, of course, I just meantāā
āSteve,ā You smile. āKiss me.ā You request, and the way you say it makes him pause. God, he has such a crush on you, it makes him feel like heĀ isĀ thirteen again, desperate to kiss the pretty girl.Ā
He leans in, slowly to let you get used to the proximity. Then, his eyes flicker down to your lips before landing on your eyes again, the way youāre just looking at him. He wants to remind you to breath, wants to tell you he thinks youāre beautiful (he wonders if anyoneās ever told you before), wants to tell you that he has thought about you every single day since you met, but instead, he settles on closing the distance, and pressing a soft kiss to your lips as his eyes flutter shut.Ā
Itās.. wetter than you were expecting. Softer, too. And Steveāheās warmer than youād have thought, and you almost short circuit when his hands come up to rest on your cheeks. He tastes a little bit like mint, a lot like coffee, and thereās this natural scent of him that fills your senses. When heās sure heās kissed you for long enough, he pulls away from the kiss, asking softly,Ā
āHow was that?āĀ
Your answer comes in the form of leaning forward, chasing his lips, wanting more. He finds himself smiling when your lips land on his, and he takes a moment to deepen the kiss a bit, not wanting to overwhelm you, but heās finding it hard to hold back. Your hands rest awkwardly at your sides, so as he progresses the kiss, Steve grabs your hands and rests them on his shoulders, before biting at your lower lip, which causes you to make a noise.Ā
Steve has to pull away after that, catching his breath for a moment. When you move forward to kiss him again, he stops you with a soft laugh,Ā
āGotta breathe, baby,ā He says softly, āāSides, We should.. we should talk aboutāā And your lips are on his again, this time scooching closer to him, and Steve is pulling away far before youāre content, stopping you again. āHey, Listen..ā His chest rises and falls as he looks at you, flushed and breathless. āNines, I really..ā He sighs, āI like you. I like kissing you, too, and I just want to make sure whatever happens, you know that I really do like you andāā
You press a quick kiss to his lips, just to say,Ā
āI like you too.ā You promise, āAnd.. I like kissing you.āĀ
āYeah?ā He wonders, his thumb gently moving over your bottom lip.Ā
āYeah.ā You say softly, and before you know whatās happening, Steve is kissing you again, this time his hands leave your face to rest on your sides, before heās pulling you into his lap as he leans against his bed, positioning you so your hands rest on his shoulders, and your legs wrap around his waist. Itās a new positionāitās a much more intimate position. You look at him for a long moment and heās looking back, his hand gently coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face.Ā
āNines, youāre so beautiful,ā he says, and the way your face flushes makes him sure no one has ever told you before. āSo, listenāwe can keep kissing and stuff, but we donāt have to do anything youāre uncomfortable with or thatāā
āSteve.ā You say softly, āI want to.ā Youāre not stupidāyou know what sex is, you were given the talk (Later than everyone else, very awkwardly and by Joyce, but the talk was still given). And you really like Steve. Even if you two never do this again, you know that at the very least you cared about each other deeply, and that you trusted him to be patient with you.Ā
āYouāYou do,ā He nodded, āOkay, coolāI mean, not cool, butāā You shut him up with a kiss, and Steve canāt help but melt into it, letting out a soft hum. He deepens the kiss, and your hands find his perfect hair, getting lost in his locks as his hands explore your sides, and you shiver as you kiss him, touch starved and perfect (if you were to ask Steve). When his tongue swipes over your bottom lip, Steve remembers youāve never done this before, so he gives your side a gentle squeeze.
You let out a noise of surprise, and he takes advantage of the way your lips part to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, taking his time to explore. You distract yourself by playing with his hair as he pulls you closer. Once you get over the awkward texture of another tongue in your mouth, you lean into it, pulling yourself closer to Steve.Ā
Your hips shift against him, and Steve just moans into your mouth, blood rushing to his crotch as you do. The feeling of his growing hardness eggs you on, and Steveās teeth bite your bottom lip asā
You two are interrupted by a loud, sharp ringing coming from the phone that sits on Steveās nightstand.Ā
You pull away from each other for just a moment, before Steve gives his head a gentle shake, a dismissive look on his face,Ā
āProbably not important,ā and he goes to kiss you as you answer,Ā
āProbably not,ā and your lips meet his, ignoring the shrill ringing of the phone for a few minutes as you try to focus on the sound of Steveās heavy breathing, the feeling of your fingers in his hair theā
Ring! Ring! Ring!Ā
You donāt even stop kissing him, your lips locked onto his as your arm swipes the air in the general direction of the phone, as it is knocked off the nightstand with aĀ woosh!, the handset landing on its back away from the base, but at least itās stopped ringing, and at least your freaky powers come in handy.Ā
Your hand starts to move down Steveās chest when you hear Hopperās voice coming from the speaker of the phone.Ā
āHello? Anyone there?āĀ
āShit,ā You mumble as you peel yourself away from Steve, scrambling to grab the phone and pressing it to your ear. āHey, uh, Hi, Hop,ā You say, trying to catch your breath and your train of thought at the same time. Your hand comes up to wipe saliva off your lips.Ā
āHey, kid. What are you up to?āĀ
You tense.
āWatching a movie.ā You cover your face with your free hand, rubbing your eyes to try and find some sense.
āOh yeah? Who all is there?āĀ
Your eyes peek between your fingers to Steve, looking at you with his messy hair and the bulge in his jeans.Ā
āUh.. me, Steve and Robin.āĀ
āHuh, okay.. I just wanted to see if you needed a ride home, or ifāā
āCan I stay at Robinās tonight?ā You ask before you can stop yourself. Maybe itās a little presumptuous to assume that Steve wants to spend all night together, but youād like to try.
āOh, uh, sure. Okay, just call me if you need anything, alright, kid?āĀ
āMhm. You got it.āĀ
āAnd hey, do me a favor... Make sure Harrington is on his best behavior, okay?āĀ
That almost makes you laugh, if it werenāt for how horribly embarrassed you feel.
ā..Sure. Okay, bye, Hop, Goodnight, see you tomorrow.ā Before he can say much else, youāre leaning over and putting the phone back in itās proper place, not leaving him any chance to keep talking. You take a deep breath, before glancing back at Steve, who is being very patient. Just the way heās looking at you makes you smile.Ā
A silence falls over you, Steveās record filling the room. Then, Steve holds his hand out to you,Ā
āCāmere,ā and his invitation is so soft that you find yourself moving before you can really think about it, your hand finding his as you sit back down on his lap. āYou look perfect.ā He whispers as his hands wander your thighs, his eyes studying your face.Ā
āYou are very pretty.ā You say, and it makes him chuckle a little, which makes you giggle. And then his lips are on yours, before moving from your lips to your jaw, then your neck, and you begin to lose yourself in the feeling when he pulls back.Ā
āām gonna..ā Steve sighs, āām gonna start to really touch you, okay? Stop me if you want me to stop, or anything feels wrong, or even if you just need a second.. okay?ā He asks gently, and you nod. āNo, cāmon, baby, I gotta hear you say it.āĀ
āOkay,ā You say, āIāll stop you if I need to.ā You promise, and he smiles, kissing your cheek softly.Ā
āGood,ā His fingers begin to wander your torso, slipping under your shirt to explore the skin of your stomach. You shiver again as goosebumps run across your skin, and Steve wastes no time moving to the waistband of your jeans, unbuttoning and tugging down the zipper. Then, his hands leave your body to tug off his tee shirt, and he smirks at how red your face gets. You echo his movement by taking off the flannel he gave you, and then your own tee shirt.Ā
Your hand comes to his cheek and his head turns to press a kiss to your palm, fingers catching your wrist. He glances down at the small tattoo on itāā009ā. You tense, wanting to pull away from him, but he presses a kiss to the old ink, and then he kisses you again. As you kiss, he tugs your jeans down, helping you out of them before heās pulling you close again. His fingers wander across the waistband of your underwear, and his fingers run over the damp spot in the front, and you shiver, instinctually grabbing his wrist.Ā
Steve pulls away from your lips when he feels that.
āWhat? Whatās wrong?Ā Ā Is.. is this okay?ā You nod, your face red. Your heart is racing. Youāre nervous, and every movement is making you tense. And Steve notices. He doesnāt tell you this because he doesnāt want to freak you out, but if you donāt relax, nothing heās about to do will make you feel as good as he wants it to. So he takes a moment to rub your thighs, leaning in and pressing kisses down your neck and shoulders. āCāmon, baby, need you to relax for me,āĀ
You lean against him, starting to plant kisses to his collarbone and shoulders, trying to lose yourself in him so youāre not blocking yourself from this experience. When heās sure youāre busy with that, Steveās fingers wander down to rub small circles into your clit, moving a bit faster when you gasp and start to move your hips for more. His fingers slip past the waistband of your underwear and circle your clit directly, and the next thing you know, one of Steveās fingers has slipped inside you. You moan at the feeling, already feeling full.Ā
āI know,ā he says softly, āI know, pretty girl.. Youāre doing so well for me, my pretty, perfect thing..ā His words cause you to move your hips a bit, and he slips a second finger in as he continues to talk, āGod, youāre clenching around my fingersāyouāre so fucking tight, nines, oh my god,ā He leans in and presses a hot kiss to your neck as you whine against him, his hands starting to shake as you grip his arms.Ā
āSteve,ā You whimper out, and he nods, shushing you gently,Ā
āI know, I know.. Iāve got you, baby, I just..ā His fingers spread out inside of you, stretching you in the best way possible. āGotta make sure youāre ready to take me.ā He says softly, eyes glued on you as you ride his fingers.Ā
You can feel something build up in your stomach, a tightness that feels strange in your core.Ā
āS-Steve,ā You whimper, and his lips find yours, humming softly, and when he pulls away, he nods,Ā
āI know, baby, I know, just keep doing what youāre doing, Iāll take such good care of you,ā He promises, and because Steve has always followed through on his promises, you trust him. You ride his fingers despite the way your thighs shake, Steveās free hand on your hips as he leads you to your first orgasmāof the night and ever, but you suspect Steve knows that by now.Ā
āSteve,ā You whine out again, so fucking close, āIāmā¦ I need toāā Steve catches your lips with his, muttering against yours,Ā
āYeah. Yeah, I know, baby,ā And then his fingers pause. āSay please.āĀ
The request makes your head spin,Ā
āSteve,ā You whine, and Steve mocks your whine with a whine of his own, and in the back of your mind, you suspect heās making fun of you, but you canāt find it in yourself to be mad at him.Ā
āYou keep saying my name like that,ā He hums, brushing some sweaty hair that sticks to your forehead out of the way, ābut you canāt even say please? Canāt even use that pretty voice,ā He kisses your neck when he says that, āAnd ask for what you want?ā Your hips roll again, and Steve smirks.Ā
You take a sharp inhale in.Ā
āPlease, can I come?ā You ask, and Steve is tempted,Ā oh, so tempted to deny you, to ask you to hold on just a little longer; But he had promised to be nice, to take good care of you, and Steve never breaks his promises to you.Ā
āYeah, go ahead, baby, let go for me,ā He says, and you try to silence your moan as you finally cum by kissing him, but he wants to hear your pretty noises, so his free hand comes up to stop you just as you go to kiss him. It sends something between desperation and frustration down your spine. You want to kiss him.Ā
You ride out your high while Steveās fingers start to gently move again, just enough to help you through it, whispering soft nothings in your ear. His lips press against your skin, biting down when he finds your pulse, and it makes you shiver again, in a warmer way. When your hips come to a stop, he slowly withdraws his fingers, smiling at the noise you make, before kissing you softly.Ā
In a very fluid, impressive motion, Steve wraps his arms around you and stands up, sort of hopping onto the bed, taking you with him. He lays you down in his bed, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, telling you,Ā
āIāll be right back, I gotta grabāā
You interrupt him by trying to pull him closer, still after the kiss you felt you were owed. He smirks, knowing exactly what you want from him. But he stops before his lips find yoursā
āUse your words, baby, let me hear you.ā He prompts, and you have half a mind to stand your ground but you miss the feeling of his lips on yours.
āKiss,ā You request softly, and Steve hums in approval before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, before pulling away only slightly to move around his roomāfirst, he gets a water bottle you had opened earlier and places in your hand. Then, he changes the album to something smooth, something easy-going. It sets the mood. Finally, he digs through the nightstand and find the condoms he kept thereābecause Steve always keeps one on hand. Just in case.Ā
And as badly as he might want to feel you warp around him without the barrier, he knows this is the right thing to doāfor now. There could be a conversation for a while, but for now, he wanted to play it safe.Ā
He comes back and without asking climbs right on top of you, stretching out as he knelt above you, popping the muscles in his back. You glance down to his boxers, noticing the spot on them. Your heart skips a beat, and suddenly, heās kissing you again, kissing you roughly as his hands move down to your underwear, pulling them down, past your ankles and tossing them somewhere near your flannel on the floor. Heās then working to pull off his boxers, reaching blindly for the condom he grabbed, ripping it open and pulling away only so he could see what he was doing.Ā
He looks down as he rolls the condom on, stroking his hard cock as he glances back to you, one hand drifting to your leg, gently pushing it up so he could have better access but not without pressing a kiss to your leg, his fingers gently rubbing up and down your leg.Ā
āHowāre you feeling, baby?ā He asks gently, and you smile up to him. But you know he wants to hear you, wants you to check in.Ā
āGood.ā You promise,Ā
āJust good?ā His fingers wander down to your cunt, still dripping for him. You shiver and correctā
āAmazing.ā You hum, unable to hide how your smile widens. Steve smiles and lean down, pressing a kiss to your lips. He pulls away after a few minutes to tell you,Ā
āOkay, hey, Iām uh.. Iām gonna fill you up now, alright?ā He hums, āItās gonna feel weird at first, but weāre gonna take our sweet time, alright?āĀ
āAlright,ā You promise, and Steve lines himself up with your entrance, before bringing your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to the pads of your fingers,Ā
āJust relax for me, baby, deep breathes.. ās gonna feel so good when I fill you..ā He whispers, leaning down to kiss you again, before slowly pushing inside you. Your moan is muffled by his mouth, and he pauses before he can go much further than an inch, āDoinā okay, baby?ā His lips find your cheek, and he kisses you again, and you nod with a hum,Ā
āām good,ā You mumble against his lips, and his forehead rests against yours as he slowly,Ā agonizinglyĀ pushes further into you, eventually bottoming out. You gasp out a sob, your legs shaking. He frowns and presses kisses to your cheeks,Ā
āHey, hey, Iām sorry, do you want me tooāā When he moves to pull out, you grab him, your fingers locking into his. And you squeeze his hand, the same way he had squeezed yours the night you met.Ā
āI just need a second,ā You promise quietly, and he nods, pressing soft, gentle kisses to your face, and a grin forms, his eyelashes kissing your skin, tickling you. Your free hand comes up to his arm, gently rubbing idle circles up and down his arm. You inhale softly, before nodding, āOkay.. Okay, Iām ready.ā You inhale, and Steve nods, kissing you quickly. He pulls away to tell you,Ā
āYou feel so fucking good wrapped around me thisāSqueezing me so tight.. fucking perfect for me,ā he praises, his voice cracking into something like a whine as he begins to thrust inside youāslowly at first. His pace increases slowly, and his free hand comes down to your clit to rub circles into it like he had earlier. When you let out a gasp, and wiggle your hips like youāre trying to get away, Steve panics, āHey, Itās okayāā He moves to take his hand away but your hand that was resting on his arm comes down to keep his fingers on your clit. Steve nods in understanding, āOkay, Okay, I got you, baby,ā he promises, āPut your hand back on my arm, there you go, my good girl,ā He praises, his voice soft.Ā
He looks so pretty like this. His hips begin to pick up pace, and heās moaning your name, and a babble of sweet praises, and you can already feel yourself beginning to drift. Steve grabs your chin as he sees your eyes rolling back,Ā
āHey, let me hear you, baby,ā he demands softly, and squeezes so that your mouth is open. You let out a moan, satiating him as he rubs rough, quick circles into your clit. āYeah, I know, I know,ā he bites your neck again, āBeinā so fucking good for me, fuckāā His eyes squeeze tight. Between his size and the way you squeeze around him, he wonāt even last long. Cumming in two minutes like a fucking teenager-- but he canāt help himself, you just lookĀ thatĀ pretty like this, babbling and moaning while full of his cock. āGettinā close, sweet girl?ā He asks softly, and all you can do is whimperābut Steve bites your neck, a silent command,
āYes!ā You squeak out, āYes, ām close, pleaseāā Your voice is meek, desperate and full of love. You want him close, as close as he could get. Youād be happy to stay here forever, but Steve loves you too much to keep you here.Ā
āI know,ā he nods, āHolyāYouāre amazing, youāre so beautiful, I canāt get enough of you,ā he confesses to you like itās the last thing heāll ever do. āSo good for me, so fuckinā pretty, cāmon,ā he urges, thrusting deeper into you, at a faster pace. Your hand squeezes moves back to his arm, trailing up to his perfect hair. āCāmon, let go for me, come all over my cock,ā He tells you, pressing kisses to the skin of his jaw as he talks to you.Ā
The moans that leave your mouth as you cum push him over the edge, coming with a string of curses, chopped up by moans of your name falling from his lips. He stills inside you when you both go quiet, letting you both take a moment to breath.Ā
Steve canāt focus on anything except the way you look, laying under him, at your interlocked hands, and you gently tug his hair to push a kiss to his lips, and he genuinely whimpers at the sensation. When heās had a moment, he slowly pulls back from you, to say,Ā
āStill with me, baby?ā he asks quietly. You take a beat before nodding gently.Ā
Steve pinches your side.Ā
Right. Words.Ā
āIām with you,ā you promise, āI do not know if I can move.ā It comes out kind of dazed sounding, a giggle accompanying it.Ā
āThatās alright,ā he smiles, pressing a kiss to your pulse point again before adding, āIāll carry you to the shower. Promise.āĀ
ššš§š¢š„š„š - travis martinez x reader
= based on this blurb by @juuuulez the icon =
You smell like something he forgot existed. You look like someone he never thought heād be allowed to touch again.
Before the crash, Travis barely knew you.
You knew each otherās names, sure. Had maybe shared a glance or two across the hallway, or sat in the same group project without ever really talking. You werenāt in the same world.
And then the plane went down.
Thereās no clear line where āyou and Travisā started. It wasnāt a first kiss under moonlight or a secret confession whispered in the cabin. It was the slow kind of beginning. One that crept in through exhaustion, unbearable understanding that you were both going to die out there. Eventually.
It was the first time he gave you half his food, even when you told him not to. The way you cried when Laura Lee died and he didnāt say anything, just sat beside you and let your head fall onto his shoulder. It was his hand over yours during stormy nights when the wind shook the roof. His voice the only thing that kept your eyes from seeing ghosts when you couldnāt sleep.
It wasnāt romantic. Not at first. It was survival. But somehow, you still fell in love. Not all at once. And not with ease. But you did.
You kissed behind the plane wreckage the morning after a night that broke both of you. You told him you didnāt want to die without ever being touched gently again. He told you he didnāt know how to be gentle, but heād try.
Travis touched your face like it was a secret. You touched his ribs like you were counting each breath he had left. You never said I love you. That felt too civilized for what you were. But you meant it. And he knew.
Now youāre rescued, and everythingās supposed to go back to normal. But nothingās normal anymore.
Youāre seventeen and your back hurts like youāre eighty. You flinch at the smell of cooked meat. You donāt sleep right unless you can hear the wind moving the trees. You canāt believe how loud toilets are.
And you hadn't seen Travis in 28 days.
There were a series of hospitals. Interviews. Meetings with men in suits who say things like ātrauma bondingā and āyou donāt have to talk about it if youāre not ready.ā
You donāt want to talk about it. Not to them. You just want him.
You dressed carefully the day they say youāll finally see him.
You donāt know why, heās already seen you at your worst. Bloodstained. Sobbing. Empty-eyed and starving. But still, you put on some nice new jeans and a soft sweater. You spray that vanilla body mist thatās been sitting on your dresser since before the crash. You donāt even think itāll work. Itās probably expired. But you do it anyway.
When Travis sees you, he stops in his tracks.
Youāre outside the parking lot of some beige government building. Youāre hugging your arms to your chest, glancing around nervously, waiting. He smells you before you speak.
Vanilla.
His legs almost give out. You look up. Your breath catches. āTravis.ā
Itās the first time youāve said his name out loud in weeks. And his name is the only word you can get out before youāre walking fast, then running, then throwing yourself into his arms.
He catches you, even though his hands are trembling.
Your body fits against his like you were always meant to return here. He clutches your waist like heās afraid youāll vanish. He buries his face in your shoulder and it hits him, all at once, hard and fast and loud in his head:
Before the wilderness, a girl like you would never have wanted a boy like him. But in the dark, you chose him. And now, in the light, you still do.
You pull back just enough to see his face. āHi.ā He looks at you like youāre a dream. āHi,ā he breathes.
You smile, tentative. āI wanted to see you sooner, I justā¦ they made me stay for some psych eval stuff. And my momās frankly freaking out about me leaving the house.ā
He doesnāt answer. His eyes drag over your face. Your clean skin. Your lashes. Your mouth.
āYou lookā¦ā His voice cracks. āYou look so pretty.ā You blink, surprised. āTravis...ā
āI mean it,ā he says, rough. āYou look likeā¦ like how you were supposed to look. You smell like vanilla... and your hairās all soft and Iām...ā He stops himself, looking away, jaw clenching. āI donāt deserve to touch you.ā
You step closer. āTravis.ā
āI was nothing before this,ā he says, and itās like the dam finally breaks. āYou supposed to never look at me twice. You were supposed get out of there and forget me. I was just thisā¦ scared kid with nothing going for him but a survival instinct. But you - youāre the best thing that happened out there. You made it not unbearable. You made me human.ā
You donāt know what to say. So you reach out and hold his face in both hands. āYou made me feel safe,ā you whisper. āDonāt you get that?ā His eyes fill, but the tears donāt fall. He blinks hard.
āYouāre the only part I want to remember,ā you say. āIām wearing perfume for you. I put on lip balm for you. Youāre not the wilderness, Travis. Youāre what saved me from it.ā
He leans forward and kisses you. Itās soft and shaky.
When he pulls away, he presses his forehead to yours and sighs. āYour hairās so soft now,ā he mumbles. āI keep touching it and itās driving me crazy.ā You grin. āIn a good way?ā
āIn a very good way,ā he says, voice low and quiet and almost embarrassed. āIāve been so messed up since I last saw you. Now my brainās just trying to catch up with the fact that I still get to have you.ā
You press a kiss to his cheek. āYou do,ā you say, simply. āYou have me.ā His arms circle around your waist again. āPromise?ā
āI survived a plane crash and god knows what was out there,ā you murmur. āI think I can survive falling in love with you.ā
He laughs, just once, but itās real.
And this time, when he hugs you, he doesnāt let go for a long, long time.
hii if ur comfy with this somno!travis could be soo cute. waking up with his head between your legs, waiting until you tug his hair to get the official go ahead on nights he's less desperate, more looking to shut off his brain. im thinking post crash...additionally just love to kiss along your face as you sleep
ugghh even likeā¦ a season 3 travis, and youāve been dating for a while now in the wildernessā¦
youāre always in bed before him, sleeping away the day of physical exhaustion. travis lingers in the camp for a little longer, lost in his own thoughts as he sits by the fire. even having you by his side, travis is undoubtably impacted by the terrors of these past few months.
so you wake minutes, maybe hours later, with travisā head laying between your thighs. your hands lazily travel down to his head, stroking gently through his hair which grows longer every day. part of you thinks heās asleep, until travis is gently kissing your inner thigh.
itās obvious what heās after when travis kisses over your clothed cunt, tattered nightgown pushed up to give him room. sleep tugs at your senses, like a warm blanket, so you pull his head a little deeper in. travis knows this as permission.
heāll pacify his mind while burying his tongue deep in your core. stoking gentle circles on your thighs, careful not to disturb you. travis knows you need the rest, but god, he really canāt resist. nothing puts him more at ease than being right here.
snuggling and soothing Javi and petting his hair and heās so tired and cuddly ah my baby boy
okay a thought i had a while ago is like what if you were older (19-20ish) and were interning at wiskayok during college (maybe itās the same place ben graduated from so thatās how you get the job).
so you are essentially just a teachers aid, helping with the health classes, english, anything really. except youāre kind of awkward with all the teens, because you donāt actually want to teach highschool.
no, youāre doing an early education degree, so you really want to work with preschool kids. but itās a small town and there were no internships available blah blah blah ben did you a solid, so here you are.
anyway the girls all like you, and somehow you end up watching their soccer games. they pester you until youāre on that plane, coming to nationals.
long story short, youāre older than everyone else, but they donāt really.. respect you. they donāt exactly respect ben, either. but still, you donāt have much control of them, too old to be their peer, and too young to have any authority.
so you get stuck with the shit jobs. sewing up holes in sweaters and socks, tending to the fire, cooking in the evening. itās like youāve become the teams honorary mother to a bunch of kids you never asked for.
but rest assured, javi will always listen to you. he actually likes the company, and you like having someone who doesnāt argue back.
expect lots of babysitting while everyone else cleans or hunts, watching javi in the cabin while you talk about his favourite bugs and carve little figures out of wood. heās naturally a quiet kid and maybe you were too, a little gentler than the other girls your age. always giving him a little more food, always stealing away some extra fur pelts to put inside his jackets.
okay okay imagine you sleeping with Travis in the wilderness and Javi has a nightmare so he goes to Travis but ur in there idk idk walk with me here and you snuggle both your bf and his little brother ahhh Javi my baby heās so son I need to kiss his forehead
okay and travis is sleeping like a rock cus heās been hunting lately, and there is a light rain patterning against the cabin windows that makes things almost seem peaceful. needless to say itās the first proper nights rest travis has gotten, and in exchange, youāre sort of half asleep, privy to anything that might interrupt his nap.
so when javi creeps in, the floorboards squeaking, you realise within a second. donāt even need to speak anything, just groggily rub your eyes and sit up a little. behind you travis shifts, making you pause with bated breath. thankfully he just grunts and grabs at your waist, continuing to softly snore.
you open your arm and javi comes closer, sitting down next to you. the makeshift bed is really just some tattered blankets on the hard wooden floor, but itās better than nothing. giving a pointed look and javi knows what it means, lowering himself down to lay next to you.
javi letās out a sigh that feels like weight melting away, that little bit more comfortable around two people he trusts. youāre already drifting off again, soothed by the soft pattern of breathing and sound of rain outside. javi against your shoulder and travis snoring into the back of your neck,
cus being with travis means his family is yours š«¶ and you will care for them both as long as they need it.
I just read Capulet and let me tell you it definitely is the best twd ever written š¤ Everyone is so in character and not a single scene felt far-fetched at all! I would definitely want to see more of it as it was truly a good read (I specially giggle every time I remember Rick punched reader lmao why is this grown ahh man hitting a teenager!!!)
AWWWHHHH
stop i am still so proud of capulet like that consumed every inch of my brain and so thatās why it had so much detail and i was fixated on characterisation LOOLL
gawd iād love to write more for the capulet universeā¦ particularly more negan i didnt get to do enough of him hes so father ARGGGG
ok I am obsessed with your Capulet story and I saw this anon have this concept and I had to write a small thing for it bc!!!!!
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Carl, a drink in his hand, had watched you as you danced with a guy ā Derek, he thinks the guyās name is ā and he doesnāt miss the pang of jealousy when he sees Derek dip you. You then begin to do a little dance with Enid as well.
He doesnāt have time to dwell on that though, as you make your way over to him, a smile on your face.
āGrimes! You made it!ā You grab his drink and down the small amount of liquor that had been in the glass.Ā
Normally, he would protest but it was a celebration. And normally, he wouldnāt drink any alcohol, especially after what happened last time, but again, it was a celebration. The end of the savior war. After a few months of hard work getting Alexandra and the Saviors to work together after everything, Alexandra had decided to put together a small event to show that the two rival places were now working together.
āUh, yeah.āĀ
Before he can say anything else, you grab his glass again, this time, putting it on the table next to you, grab his hand, and practically drag Carl out onto the dance floor. You place your arms around his neck but he remains stiff, his arms at his sides. He didnāt know where to put his arms because, of course, before he,or you, or every other now teenager here, never got to have an awkward middle school dance or homecoming or prom or whatever. And while you two had grown a tad bit closer to each other since everything, there was still some awkwardness between the two of you, though you didnāt show it. Ever since the kiss and seeing you hurt from an asshole shooting your ear, he had deuced rather quickly he liked you. As in. Liked you, romantically. And to his surprise, when it slipped out in front of Rick, he was supportive, telling him it would be good as it would give both you and Carl good things to think about. As in, what the future holds.Ā
āYou stole my drink,ā he says.Ā
You scuff half-heartly before grabbing his hands and placing them on your waists and then put back your arms over his shoulders. āDonāt be so stiff, Grimes.ā
āIām. . .not.āĀ
āYou are.ā
You barely knew each other but it seems you knew just how to get him to open up and can read him like a book. He can say the same about himself and you. He had even allowed you to cut his hair a little prior to this.
To his awkward horror, a slow song begins and instead of backing away like he expects, you pull him closer and place your chin onto his shoulder. Carl cannot help noticing the scent of lilacs and lavender soap on you. And when you lift up your head to look at him, he finally realizes that the shirt you have on ā a burgundy henleyĀ shirt ā is his. This when he is glad itās dark out with only candles and fairy lights around him because it covers up his blushing.Ā
āEvery guy in this room is staring at you,ā he says.Ā
You smirk. āHow do you know theyāre not staring at you, Grimes?āĀ
āTheyāre not.ā
āMaybe they are.ā You shrug. āMaybe theyāre jealous.ā
ā. . .I'm not a threat.ā
You sigh softly. āOh, Carl, they should be terrified of you.āĀ
Somehow, Carl was blushing even worse. You hardly ever called him by his name, only calling him Grimes or when you wanted to get him all worked up, cyclops. You stopped calling him that, though, after a while.Ā
And for the hundredth time he had known you, he was once again surprised by you. This time? The surprise was you, leaning in and giving him a kiss on his lips. Not the quick one both of you had before, but a sincere one. It was soft and for one moment, he could imagine himself at a normal prom.
IM DEAD IVE DIED IM DECEASSEEEDDDD
this is so FREAKING CUTE!!!! itās literally perfect and omg her cutting his hair too iām DEAAADDD!!
also iāve never had someone else write one of my auās before i feel likeā¦ a celebrity?!?! like capulet is my beautiful baby and someone WILLINGLY wrote a blurb for it?!?!
anon you are amazing and this is perfect and beautiful mwah mwah mwah
like a whiny sub travis.. maybe you and nat are already fooling around, having a little make out sesh when travis comes into the hut. his face goes all red and says he doesnāt wanna interrupt, you two can have your moment.
but of course you two have other plans, instructing travis to lay down on the makeshift bed of animal furs. natalie sinks herself down on his cock, while you sit on his face. travis is whining the whole time, his hands grabbing at your thighs as you and natalie make out.
and heāll definitely finish like that too. like he canāt even help it, just being so utterly consumed by the pleasure and scent of you both. hearing the little giggles and moans as you and nat whisper to eachother and tease. knowing that right here is where he belongs, quiet and used up by his two favourite girls.
