Listen, I have opinions. The portrayal of loss and love in each of the episodes has been heart breaking as a viewer, and so beautifully executed. The highs of loving someone in such a tragic world, it shows so much depth. It shows what the fungus has taken away, it shows how the human nature is to love and what it means to fight for the one you love. Frank developing a disease by growing old in a world where many can’t it feels so normal. So ordinary that for a few moments you truly forget that the world fell apart completely. There is no doctor, and one way or another you will die.Them being able to live a fulfilling and /normal/ life together, when the world HAS ended, it’s just something so extraordinary. It’s proving that the end goal to survive one more day is just one more day you’re closer to an inevitable death by aging. That itself is just so tragic.
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Cute innocent cottage core you deciding to look for herbs in the woods only for a snow storm to end up starting and you lose your way! :(
Coming across a big cabin and knocking on the door only to find big mean lumberjack Price.
Little ol you shivering and trembling pleading to come inside just for a little while.
Price grumbling at what a stupid girl you are and pulling you in :(
Stripping you off your snow soaked clothes and sitting you in front of the fireplace with a blanket but you're still so cold!
Price beckoning you on to his lap so he can warm you up and you're so thankful. But then eek he starts to bad touch you! >_<
omg stop i love this idea STOP; (lumberjack!price x f!village!!reader)
you weren't planning on going out for too long, but once you looked back, you couldn't remember which way you went :( you went in multiple directions, believing you were in the correct direction, only leading you towards an old cabin. it reeked of cigars and beer, and you could hear the faint and distant sounds of a tv inside the building !! you knocked off the door, your teeth chittering due to harsh and cold climates.
an older man, a lumberjack, who's name was price answered the door, a cigar between his teeth, no doubt that was were the pungent smell of smoke lingered from. you explained you situation, desperately hoping for him to let you inside as the sky turned dark and dusk settled. “alright, c'mon.” his husky and deep voice felt comforting yet intimidating, his larger build a sign not to mess with him. “stupid fuckin' girl..” price whispered under his beer filled breath, and if you weren't in such a horrible situation, you would've gave him a piece of your mind, but instead you decided to forget about what he'd said.
his hands grasped at your jacket, pulling it off and throwing it on a coat hanger. grabbing at your hat and throwing it on the couch, dragging you along with him to his bedroom. “you'll be here for a few days, snow storm, doll.” he threw you a large t-shirt, his t-shirt, waiting for you to strip and get changed. “do you have to be in here while i change?" he sighed, grumbling. “look i'm doin' you a favour, girl.- just get changed, s'not a big deal.” he watched and inspected you as you changed, getting naked before him, quickly throwing on the piece of clothing he'd gave you. you noticed his gaze lingered on your body, a bulge beginning to form in his pants at the sight.
you felt your cunt grow wet, oddly. you ignored it, being pushed infront of the fireplace with a blanket draped over your form. you thanked him, again, an idea planted in his head. “wanna show me how grateful you are?” you thought nothing of it, niave. being thrown onto the couch, his hands already wandering up the shirt, grasping at your tits and pressing his bulge against your cunt.
a whimper escaped you lips, squirming and whimpering, feeling vulnerable underneath him :( you did wanna be grateful, though. letting him take your wet panties off, soaked from falling in the snow countless times and from your arousal. his cock sprung from his boxers, shoving himself inside you without preparation, listening to your mewls and gasps !! you whined, feeling as he began pounding into you. “c'mon, sweethear', told me you wanted to be grateful..” he encouraged you to fuck yourself back on his meaty cock, the stretch painful yet pleasurable, grinding yourself back on his length :((((
“that's it, show me that you're glad i've let you inside.” you increaded your pace, desperately trying to show him that you were thankful, fucking yourself back ok his size until he came all inside you :( making such a mess and forcing you to lick it all up while he takes your ass this time ! his cock buried inside your ass, hole stretched to allow his big dick, slamming into you again and again until you were gasping for air :( then giving him head, tasting the mixture of your slick and bitter cum on your tongue, wincing at the metallic, bitter taste. “still don't think you're that thankful..”
you sat on his lap, letting him grope you while he smoked a cigar, blowing the smoke into your face and spanking your pretty, raw pussy whenever you scrunched your face up in disgust. “good girl, lettin' me touch you like this.. so naughty, what would the others think about you bein' fucking stupid by a lumberjack?”
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