#he belongs to me and he better realize that very soon or I will curse him and everyone he loves.

[zombienarc]

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[siribaes]

WHO’S BETTER THAN ME?

RIO x blackfem!reader (oc - Angel)

“After their breakup a decade ago, Rio reunites with high school sweetheart making up for lost time—”

PARING: Exes to Lovers / Past High School Sweethearts

SUGGESTED TUNES 💿: Tu Principe by Daddy Yankee, What You Want by Ma$e & Total, Throwback by Usher & Jadakiss, Thugman by Tweet & Missy Elliott, Only U by Ashanti

CONTENTS: 18+ MDNI, SMUT, or*l (fem receiving), f*ngering, praise k*nk, slight possessive k*nk, Rio being a bedroom bully lol, some light use of Spanish, makeup s*x, cursing, etc. (UNEDITED/ NOT PROOF READ) / GIF CREDIT: @blackisblackisblack

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this was supposed to be a drabble but turned into a full-blown fic, but anyway LOL. so i did a lil AU for rio, essentially he pulled a griselda blanco moved operations to Long Beach (Rio is so west coast coded to me) but yeah, the backstory of these two is that they were childhood friends turned high school sweethearts (class of 2005 in my AU lore of these two, hints at the music choices, etc.) before they went separate ways yada yada, the oc’s face claim is danielle brooks 💖 as always enjoy y'all

Makeup sex shouldn’t be this good. Like this was too good, like ultimate dream-fantasy level type of makeup sex. It felt unreal, except this was very real. Very, very, real.

Angel never imagined that her night would've ended up like this, in the arms of her high school sweet-heart, or rather sitting on top of a very expensive, entry way console, as her high school-sweetheart-turned-ex, used his nimble hands to fondle at her luscious curves, and pillowy-soft lips to suck on the sensitive part of her neck. From how hard Rio sucked and kissed on her neck it was surely going to leave a hickey, which might've been on purpose on Rio's part.

Since they were young, Rio always had a slight possessiveness towards Angel, nothing that was too domineering or chauvinistic, but still a possessiveness that was rooted in a love and a true appreciation of her. This of course was expressed in a way that only a sixteen-year-old Rio could, buying Angel's favorite snacks for school, littering her neck with hickeys during make-out sessions, and even saving what little he had to buy a gold necklace with an angel shaped pendant. It was the subtle ways Rio showed how he felt. That in addition to the verbal ways, in true young-Rio, braggadocious fashion. Even then Angel knew, deep, deep, down, that there would be no one who could measure up, or as Rio so accurately foretold the night of their break-up, "Who else is like me, hm? Who's better than me?"

Angel of course buried that fact deep into her subconscious, well, not deep enough, because in each of her relationships since, it managed to rear its ugly head every single time. Most recently, with her ex-fiancé, Nathan. Nathan was great at first, good conversation, amazing dates, lavish gifts, he treated her like princess. But slowly, over time, Nathan stopped trying, it especially became bad after their engagement. They rarely talked, unless it was about work, or wedding plans, he neglected her, especially in the bedroom. Angel soon realized that despite Nathan's neglectfulness, she made no effort to confront him about it. She didn't care, not a single bit. In the end, Angel had to accept that her heart belonged to someone else. That Rio was the only man for her.

Which brings her too tonight, Angel's high school class's reunion. It was a big one, celebrating 20 years, and Angel thought it would be the perfect remedy to cheer her up. She could let loose, reunite with some old classmates, and celebrate with her friends she's had since then. Something that could put her mind at ease, pull her focus away from the abysmal ending to her engagement.

She was having a good time, truly, cutting up on the dance floor to a killer set of music from 04' and 05', with her besties, Clarissa, Benny, Keke, and Dre. Angel was having the time of her life, dancing to Lose My Breath by Destiny's Child, when her friends froze, their eyes all staring at the bar of the ballroom. Clarissa leaned and whispered.

"Rio's, here."

Angel's mind and heart went to full overdrive, as memories of their relationship flooded her mind. Apparently, while Angel and her friends were having the time of their lives, Rio showed up and instantly became the talk of the town. He had a few breezy conversations with old classmates, charming them of course, and when asked about what does for a living, he smoothly responded that he was an entrepreneur, that he's always been good with numbers. Which wasn't a complete lie, but it wasn't the truth either. Of course, none of their classmates were aware of Rio's true dealings, only Angel and her close circle were privy to that info.

Despite the nerves that bubbled in her stomach, Angel, knew that she had to face Rio at some point. She marched over and sat at the bar next to him. After some awkward pretense, more on Angel's part than Rio's, and shot of whiskey later, they talked. The conversation flowed and soon before they knew, it was like old times. They caught up and laughed about old memories. More and more Angel felt her heart swell in her chest, her latent feelings for Rio were bubbling to surface. But Rio surprised her, after sharing a couple dances to slow jams, a proposition slipped freely from his lips.

"Come home with me?"

From a safe distance, her friends watched the exchange, seeing the chemistry they still had after all this time, and despite some reservations, they encouraged to follow her heart, or as Keke put it, her pussy. When they were parting ways, Clarissa hugged her tight and encouraged her, whispering in her ear, "Just go with him, girl. Have some fun, we both now you deserve it after the shit you've been through."

So, here she was, whimpering and writhing underneath Rio's touch, while simultaneously admiring the backyard view. An ink-colored sky served as a gorgeous back drop, for the glowy lit infinity pool, in the distance was twinkling lights from buildings near the coastal beach. It was truly a sight to see. Angel snapped back to reality when she felt a firm hand, cradle her chin.

"Where'd you go?" Rio asked. His Coca-Cola colored eyes stared back at her. His head tipped to side, long eye lashes fluttering against the tops of cheeks as he blinked.

His gaze was heavy was lust, completely unrelenting. Its intensity caused Angel to squirm in her seated position. A warmth bloomed underneath her skin as she rubbed at the part of her neck Rio just was. It was still wet from his kisses.

"N-nowhere, baby," Angel stammered.

Slowly, Rio lips curled into a half smile.

"Good," Rio nodded his head as his gaze traveled down to Angel's chest, zeroing in on the exposed skin the peeked through her top, "now take this shit off. I wanna see them titties, Nena."

Completely under his spell, Angel quickly took of her top, leaving her in a lacy, cerulean colored bra, her mini skirt, and a pair of thoroughly soaked panties. Immediately Rio, hand's palmed at Angel's breasts, rubbing and squeezing them. A soft moan escaped her lips, as Rio's lips latched onto one of nipples.

"Yes, baby," Angel sighed, her hands cradled Rio's head close to her. His tongue alternated between soft flicks and harsh sucks at her left nipple. He released her nipple with a pop and went to the right nipple, repeating the same thing, "Fuck, baby, just like that. Shit!"

Angel could feel the wetness pool inside of her panties, as her clit began to throb. She needed Rio, real bad.

"Damn," Rio breathed out. He pulled away from Angel's chest, while his large hands rubbed at her ample thighs. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he admired his handywork. Angel's boobs glistened with sweat, as her hardened nipples stood at full attention, with spit dripping from them, "I missed them titties, girl. Fuck, I need to that pussy too. Lift up for me."

Angel obliged. Rio supported her with one hand, while with the other, slipping off her mini skirt and panties. He tossed the skirt to the floor, while he pocketed her panties. A storm swirled in his eyes, a thick haze of lust, as he admired Angel's, wet, glistening, pussy.

"I dunno if I can wait, mama," Rio rasped. He brought a finger to Angel's core, swiping at her wetness, and brought it back to his lips, sucking on it, "You taste good, mama. All this shit for me?"

Angel nodded. "Yes, it's all for you baby,"

Wordlessly, Rio plunged his fingers inside of Angel, who let out a yelp in response. He quickly fell back into old habits, fucking Angel with his fingers, just the way she liked it.

"Yeaaahhh, just like that," Rio rasped, he bent down and licked at her lips, "Be a good girl and fuck my fingers back," Angel whined loudly, following his instructions, lifting her hips slight and fucked his thick, fingers.

"Fuck! I'm close baby!"

"I gotchu, mama. Fuck, I feel you on my fingers. You gonna let me take care of you, huh? I'll give you anything you want mama, fuck, you being so good for me. Cum for me, darlin',"

And she did. Angel's eyes squeezed shut as she gushed over his fingers. A string of curses and pleases slipped from Angel's lips as Rio continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She could feel the cum slipping down her thighs.

"Mi alma, you look so good cummin' for me," Rio praised her. He captured her lips and kissed her sweetly. His tongue swirled around in her mouth as mimicking the move with his fingers. Angel pulled away from him, mewling.

"Riooooo, fuck, slow down baby,"

Rio landed a firm smack on Angel's ass. He cradled Angel's chin bringing her eyes towards him. His eyes hardened a bit, still holding its lustful haze, now a bit possessiveness broke through. Rio crooked his fingers, slowing down his pace just a tad, but driving into Angel's pussy much harsher and deeper.

"Fuck, I say about that shit," He growled.

"Shit! Baby, I-I'm s-sorry," Angel whimpered. Her mind flickered back to them making out in the car, he only to wanted to her his name, his real one, "Christopher, 's too much,"

A look of pure satisfaction bloomed across Rio's face. Got her.

"Just one more, mama. Be a good girl for me," Rio sunk down to knees, he slowly placed small kisses at Angel's inner thighs. He worshiped the plushness of her thighs, while Angel writhed and whined. He inched closer, spreading Angel's thighs further apart. He admired how she dripped around his fingers. "Fuck, mama I want you to cum on my tongue, 'k?"

Rio kept his eyes on Angel as he licked at her entrance, swirling his tongue around his fingers, continuing on until he reached her clit. Rio pressed a soft kiss to Angel's clit.

"Christopher!" Angel shouted.

Rio worked in tandem, his long fingers plunged in and out of Angel's, while his tongue swirled around her clit, flicking at the sensitive bud. Angel's hands rubbed at the soft hair of Rio's buzzcut, while the familiar thrumming of her orgasm quickly approached.

"Christopher, fuck, I'm soooo close,"

Rio pulled back, "Say it again,"

"Christopher,”

“Again,”

“Christopher, Christopher, Christopherrrrr, keep fuckin’ me, I’m so close,”

Rio grinned as he returned to her pussy. He latched onto her clit, sucking so harshly, Angel for sure believe that it was going to be bruised. His fingers fucked her even faster, as she clenched around them, as Rio French-kissed her pussy. He was completely relentless, wanting to see her cum, again, again, and again. With one last, harsh suck at her clit, Angel, exploded. She screamed in pleasure as she rode out her orgasm. Rio rose up, slowly pumping his fingers, before pulling out.

"Did so good for me," He mumbled against her cheek, holding her close as Angel rode out the aftershocks.

“I love you so much, baby,” Angel whispered in his ear.

Rio captured her lips again, kissing Angel. He licked at her mouth, allowing Angel to taste herself. Rio arms snaked around Angel's torso, and with ease, managed to throw her over his shoulder. Angel giggled and kicked her feet and Rio moved to the stairs.

"Baby! What are you doing?"

"It's time for the real show to start, Nena," Rio teased, he playfully smacked her ass, "You ready for me?"

"Always."

[queers-gambit]

Menace

prompt: ( request that i accidentally deleted ) in essence, "drabble about Tangerine going to the bathroom and texting Reader 'come here'."

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 4.4k+

warnings: cursing, OC!Tangerine, we talk mental health (social anxiety), established relationship, busy public work settings, the request and then some, alcohol consumption, smut, bathroom sex at a work event (Cherry, what the fuck?), handguns and mild depiction of violence 'cause it's Tangerine, i give him a 'real' name (Aaron), not edited.

"This is such bullshit, sugar, c'mon, fuck are we doin' here?" Tangerine snipped in your ear, his arm curled protectively around your waist as he glared at those in rich suits and expensive colognes around him. "We don't belong 'round this lot, they're just here t'wave their money. There's no real reason for us bein' here, sweet girl, c'mon, let's just shove off. Better than chokin' on whatever this lot's wearin' - I mean, Christ Alive, smells like a bloody Bloomingdales, don't it?"

You smiled prettily in case of watchful eyes, telling him sternly in a sweet tone, "Lovie, I told you, my boss said we were needed for at least cocktail hour. We can leave before dinner, okay?"

"This is gonna last fuckin' hours, princess, c'mon, we should just go," he grumbled. "Fuck these people and these bullshit fundraisers."

"We'll be okay, I promise," you soothed sweetly, the honest opposite of Tangerine - leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. You were constantly touching one another and early in your relationship, you realized how much you loved kissing him and completely forewent lipsticks or glosses because of it. Another peck and you told him in a soft tone, "C'mon, just remember we said we'd pick up Changs on our way home and there's that bottle of nice Merlot A - I mean, Lemon gave us," you almost used your boyfriend's brother's real name, but caught yourself with plenty of time.

"Hmm," he smirked, his favorite takeout place being a happy distraction. "Cheat day sounds nice, yeah, but still don't make this go any faster, now does it?"

"No, but we're not gonna be here forever," you soothed, turning into his chest to pet the expensive material of this navy three-piece suit. "You look so handsome, my love. Really love seein' you in navy suits, and the white button up looks really clean with it." Tangerine smiled down at you, the bustle around you melting away as he could only hear, see, smell, feel, and focus on you. Then, you spoke coyly as you fixed his tie, "If you behave the rest of the night, I promise I'll make it up t'you. Yeah? Maybe wear that li'l white thing you love?" He perked up, but before he could respond, you ended, "Or maybe I already have it on - anyways, so, listen t'me, I have to go talk t'some people and do the job that pays me, so I suggest you just take a deep breath; get another drink, find Lemon, and then we'll go soon, okay?"

He looked around the usual investors his private employer had to shmooze for donated funding and frowned when he was acutely aware of not just the sheer number, but how many "important" people attended the evening's gala. The Black Market was funded by multiple someones; most of whom were in this very room and while under the radar, it still made Tangerine feel as if a huge target was painted on the building's wall. There was always a need for services outside the law and these richie-riches couldn't take the money with them to the grave, so, they donated money if it meant they were "well taken care of".

The Twins' handler insisted they attend the gala tonight; being well aware that they were more like show ponies for being on display for investors to see. Putting a face to names made myth into reality, and your boyfriend was a hot commodity due to his skill as a contract killer. He and his brother were legends around the various active agencies, investors happy to see their money going to good use; all wanting to know what they had bought for a price-tag of several billion.

The common conversation of the evening was how readily available The Organization was able to offer their services with no questions asked, no matter what. Tan hated these events, feeling nauseated, overstimulated, overwhelmed; overall, exploited by his employer as attendees gossiped about the Bolivia Job, the Kyoto Crash, the Libyan Disaster, and a few other memorable jobs Tan and Lemon were involved in. Their beady little eyes followed him around, mouths hidden behind crystal flutes of champagne, and bodies always shied away from him as if he were a wild beast.

Sure, they pay to sit and gather in the arena, but flee when the raging bull they've helped antagonize gets loose.

Then you came along and took on the brunt end of these social events. Tan was never quite sure how you got involved in this life, you always giving a new answer, but knew you had gone to university for multiple degrees - one being in something called "communications". Now, if you had asked Tan a few years ago, he'd've said that was a bullshit job, bullshit degree, a total waste of time. Now that his popularity had grown and he was exposed to more social obligations, he was was beyond grateful to have someone navigate this with him. Tangerine's bad attitude most of the time was just a deflection, being why you and Lemon could handle him; knowing the lad's anxiety often choked him past logic and made him a sarcastic, violent cunt.

When Tangerine forced himself back to reality after glaring at the other warm bodies mingling around, Tangerine's arm contracted tight enough that he could bring you in for a quick kiss. Quietly, he muttered in your ear, "I'll give you half an hour, darling, no more."

"No less," your eyes rolled but your lips were spread in a grin. He chuckled and softened his expression; whoever might've been watching feeling something akin to shock and awe (like one felt when they saw a lion in person for the first time), knowing Tangerine was a horribly stoic, violent, and short-tempered man. To see him now, amused and soft with such a beauty of a woman - well, it was jarring. He was still known to be an asshole, but it seemed you had a stronger leash on Tangerine than his handler ever did. But perhaps, no stronger than Lemon.

"Right," Tan sighed. "What was first on your list fa' me t'do?"

"You're gonna take a deep breath, get another drink, and then find Lemon," you repeated softly, "but I'm gonna say you owe me a kiss before that drink."

Tan huffed.

"That wasn't a deep breath, Tan, c'mon, we've been over this," you mock glared, feeling both his hands secure to your hips. He pet the expensive silk you wore with his thumbs, the pocket square resting over his heart a tailored square of the same material.

"Sweetheart - "

"In through your nose, out through your mouth, Tan," you cut him off. "Together, I'll do it with you, c'mon. In..."

Tangerine adjusted his stance in those shining Italian leather shoes you gifted him for Christmas that year. He took a steady breath in through his nose when you did, watching for your subtle nod, then exhaling slowly through his mouth - when you did. Again, together, in through the nose, your nod after about seven seconds, then exhaled through the mouth. After one more, you smiled at him in encouragement, both hands splayed on his lapels; his own moving so they coiled around you.

"All right," he grumbled, "yeah, it helps, pretty girl."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Feel better?"

"Don't push it, plum," he mumbled, bringing you in closer so he could kiss the hinge of your jaw, just below your ear while stroking your spine with his fingertips. "Thank you," he whispered, mustache tickling your skin, "always know how t'get me out me head, don't'cha?"

"I try, but you don't always make it easy, you know?" You rolled your bottom lip between your teeth to smother your grin, leaning into his chest. "Kiss me, please, then go get a drink and find Lemon. Don't talk to the investors," you warned, adding, "please."

This made a mischievous smirk spread across his lips, "Awe, hey, c'mon, aren't they here t'see me? I can say hello. You won't even 'ave'ta introduce me, they'll know me."

"Okay, yes, they're here t'see the lot of yah, but they're not here to get yelled at, yeah? Or called cunts? Insulted in any manner?" You sang in a light tone; caressing his cheek to guide him to your lips for a long desired kiss. The hand on his cheek curled around to grip the back of his neck, gently tugging the neat strands of hair as you tried to convey your pride.

Social anxiety was a bitch and though he'd deny it vehemently, Tan was riddled with it. Seeing him endure this evening (despite the constant complaining) was a mighty feat, wanting your kiss to spark something in his gut that would cause his confidence to soar so it'd put a bit of "pep in his step" to get through the rest of the evening.

And boy, did it.

After parting ways, Tangerine was left to get his drink with a full-chub that made him shake both legs out in an attempt to hide his arousal. Yet as he watched you melt seamlessly into the crowd, he couldn't get the picture out of his mind that maybe you were wearing that white thing he liked. Tan leaned on the bar top, cock stirring to life with each passing second; watching you mingle and mix and shmooze investors and wanting nothing more than to interrupt and get you alone. With his drink, he located Lemon, trying to forget the way his cock was begging for attention while you worked your magic on these walking-talking-money-bags.

"All right, bruv?" Lemon asked, the two standing with a few other agents that were wrangled in for the event.

"Hmm?"

Lemon glared, then snickered to himself. "Oh, fuck me, mate, you're fucked, aren't you?"

"Come off it," Tan took another slug from the expensive whiskey glass. "'S only me second."

Lemon blinked in shock, "That's not possible. You hate these fancy things, you don't like bein' sober at'em."

"I've been distracted."

"No shit, 'cause your lady's here, gotta be on your best behavior, don't yah?" Lemon snickered, sighing as he shook his head and accepted the champagne being passed around by a waiter with a full tray. "But enough that you ain't been drinkin'? Yeah, right - oh, shit, wait," he beamed, "didn't Y/N get that administrative promotion? It's that, ain't it? Ho-ho!" He laughed, "Yeah? Don't tell me you've been her arm candy all night, mate?"

"We've been tucked away, actually," Tan admitted, missing the way Lemon blinked in shock 'cause he was searching for you in the deepening crowd. "She knows I don't like these things, right, so, we stood away from 'em all, ova there," he pointed off to where Lemon knew was roped off for VIPs. "We were just talkin', laughin'. She makes these shitty li'l jokes, you know? Kept us more entertained than the rest of these fucks," Tangerine chuckled, hand hiding his grin of amusement as he wiped around his mouth to play it off.

This made Lemon nod with impression, "Yeah?"

"Yeah, but," Tan sniffled, "duty calls, she's gotta work a bit, get some donations goin'. Apparently, I'm not allowed t'talk t'the fancy donors."

Lemon checked his watch, "Fair enough, you did punch that Sultan - "

"Oh, come the fuck off it, that was three years ago! He was fine."

"You broke his nose, mate. You want another?"

Tangerine skulled the last of his drink, shaking his head. "Nah, I'm good, mate. Might be time t'go soon."

"I'll leave when you two do, wouldn't wanna be stuck here alone," Lemon agreed, the two turning away to stand at a cocktail table together and away from the others. "This is why we don't work inna office, this lot - Jesus, fuck. Oh, shit, oi, mate, you seen who all's here tonight? Fuck's sake..."

"Yeah, mate, I've seen 'em all, but there's too many t'know who the fuck you mean specifically." He pulled his phone out as Lemon rumbled on in excited impression about the evening's guests to send you a quick text,

wrap it up, pretty girl. i got things i wanna do to you that ain't for others to see unless they pay.

He could see you from where he and Lemon stood; and when your phone chimed, you checked it almost instantly, smiling at the message. He waited for your rapid reply,

if my panties had a crotch, they'd be soaked. love you in blue 💙

That was enough for Tangerine, who nodded at his brother, "Gimme a minute, yeah? Gonna pop off t'the loo before we go. Have another," he pointed to the drink in Lemon's hand as he backed away, "but not that frilly shit, mate, have a real fuckin' drink. Oi!" He snapped his fingers at a passing waitress, "Sorry, sweetheart, yeah, my bruva, there," he pointed at Lemon, who waved awkwardly, "will take a double whiskey, on the rocks, yeah, and he likes them lemon twists. That somethin' you can grab for him, love?"

"Absolutely," she nodded, high-strung ponytail swishing.

Tangerine snickered lightly, shelling out a hefty tip that she accepted, "And bring him a Lemon Drop shot, too, please."

"Anything else, sir?"

"Ah, if you'd like, maybe your number for him, too?" Tan instigated, hearing Lemon groan and grumble in embarrassment. "My bruva, there, he's bloody golden, yeah? Can't do no better, man just has no flaws - less we count tha' he's a wee bit shy, innit? Pretty ladies intimidate him a bit, but he's the bravest man I fuckin' know. Just gotta warm 'im up a bit, don't'cha know?"

"He sounds like a real gentleman. But maybe I can give mine if you give your number to my friend?" The waitress countered, pointing towards the central bar that the servers operated out of. There was a decently pretty girl with dark hair, twiddling her fingers at them with a pearly grin. "She's sweet, kind, absolutely wild in bed - "

"Sounds like an even deal, sweets, but you see - I've got a woman, yeah? And my lady? Well, she's kinda one of your bosses tonight, so, uh, might not be a good idea now, would it? She gets all territorial, protective, likes what's hers t'be just hers - ain't real big on sharin'." The waitress flushed in embarrassment. "But my bruva, here," Tan pointed back at Lemon while unlocking his phone, "he's a fuckin' don, yeah? Ain't nobody gonna treat cha' t'a better night. Oi, hey, I'll be back, bruv," he called to Lem with a smirk, then reminded the waitress, "double whiskey, lemon twist, on the rocks. And that Lemon Drop, please."

"Of course, sir, right on it," she agreed, Tangerine finally backing away fully. He typed you a new message,

meet me in the bathroom right now

Inside, it was decently spacious; unisex, six stalls, made of pristine marble, veiled fluorescent lighting, and there was a lock on the door - which Tan cared most about.

He planted himself behind the two other men at the walled-off urinals, hands clasping together in front of him. "Right, then, you two," he gestured between them, "got 'bout 30 seconds to finish yourselves and get the fuck outta here." He pulled the usual gun from his waistband, threatening, "Or I'll give you fuckin' fucks a show 'bout all them stories you love whisperin' 'bout. Yeah? How's that? Hey? Thirty! Twenty-nine! Twenty-eight!"

They were barely zipped up and gone by the time Tangerine got to second 21; you entering right as the two were scurrying for the swinging-open door. You yelped a little, jumping out of their way, offering Tangerine a strange look and musing, "Uh, what was that? You fightin' in the privy, again?"

He put his handgun away as he stalked towards you, "Just makin' sure we wouldn't be interrupted."

"Tan, hell no, there's so many people!"

He yanked you from the doorway, making sure it was shut before locking it loudly. "Then we gotta be quick, don't we? C'mon, doll, real fast, bosses won't even question you bein' gone."

"I still have work - "

"Nah, nah," he pawed your gown's skirts upward, "you been teasin' me all fuckin' night, lookin' too fuckin' good - I can't wait, baby. Just look so Goddamn pretty, feels like I'm losin' my mind. Lemme see yah," he got the silk bunched around your waist, gasping loudly when he saw your panties. "You really did wear 'em... Like the good girl you are," he purred, one hand dropping the silk to run his hand over the strappy and lacy material you wore. "Swear I'll take my time with yah at home, the way I want - but can't do that here, just needa be inside yah, sugar, c'mere."

"Baby," you gasped when his fingertips ghosted around your cunt that was bare due to the crotchless cutout. "I only need a-a-a," you trailed off, panting when one finger suddenly plunged into your cunt, "ohhh, shiiiit. Yes, baby, oh, God!"

"Keep talkin'," He smirked, backing you up towards the marble counter. "C'mon, tell me off. Tell me what's more important right now, huh? More important than this? Is it work? Huh? Work got you distracted? Wanna get back t'it instead of bein' here with me?" The heels of your palms slammed into the pristine counter, whimpering when he pumped erratically. "Aht, here you go," he smirked, pausing to pull his hand free of your warmth; seizing your waist and helping hoist you back onto the sink's ledge. Your lips meshed sloppily with his, Tan letting you dominate the kiss because you were mewling - so desperate for him, you were nearly suckling on him; hands trembling as they held his cheeks with your manicured fingertips. When your legs instantly spread to accommodate Tangerine's hulking form, grinding your hips into him, he seethed, "Good girl," before sinking his digit back into your wet heat that halted your ministrations out of pure relieving pleasure.

"You're a menace," you panted against his mouth when you remembered reality, Tangerine's belt rattling open and his zipper teeth shrieking when you shucked them open. "Gimme," you whispered, reaching for him; dropping his pants the rest of the way to take his pulsing cock in hand. "This what you wanted? Right? Why you texted me? Interrupted me?"

"Exactly," he licked his lips before smashing them to yours in a suffocating kiss, always the one to help you push boundaries and do things you never thought you'd ever do if not for him. "Why're you so wet? Huh? Why's that? Had this on your mind, too, didn't'cha, dirty girl? Why else would you wear my favorite?"

"'T reward you for tonight," you panted, giving his cock a few pumps. "'S my scene, not yours, just so fucking proud of yah - for how you did, gettin' through it," you guided him to your weeping entrance after pushing his hand from you, both gasping when his cockhead notched on the lip of your cunt. "Yes, yes, yes, yes," you chanted, praising him as he sunk his hips into your own; effectively blurring your mind.

He grunted, needing a single moment to press his balls between you two as he waited for you to accommodate to his size. Forehead to forehead, your eyes remained shut; breathing the same air, feeling your insides fluttering at the size of him. His mouth was at your ear, demanding, "Tell me again, pretty girl."

You knew what he wanted, letting your legs spread a little wider and held onto his shoulders since this position didn't allow for much else. You whimpered, "You did so good tonight, baby. Oh, fuck, I'm so proud of you - you did so fuckin' good." He groaned and retracted his hips, beginning a brutal pace and messy rhythm to pump himself in deep strokes. You had to hold onto his upper arms now to allow him space to move. "Always so good for me, but tonight? Fuck - you're so good, Aaron. So fucking good - and tonight you were fucking amazing. I'm so proud, so fucking proud of you," you whimpered, his hands holding your hips so the counter could pose as leverage to allow him the angle to pound up into you while shifting you down on him.

"Almost there, baby," he begged, eyes all over. He loved the sight of your 'panties' still on; the criss-crossing of the straps and pattern of the lace still in place while his cock made a mess of you. Your gown glittered in this light, your skin tacky with a thin layer of sweat from your arousal that made him dip low and lick a bold stripe between your breasts. "Lemme see - lemme get a taste, doll, want you in my mouth," he muttered against your cleavage, still holding you on his cock as you pulled a tit free. You gave a shrill yelp when Tangerine surged forward suddenly and bit harshly on your budding, sensitive nipple; but it was in-sync with him changing the pace of his thrusting to something borderline painful.

It wasn't a secret he was well-endowed, there wasn't much to the imagination with the way his suits are tailored.

But having ten(plus) inches; fully swollen, engorged, jackhammering into you at this angle? It wasn't the most pleasurable at first, but with Tan licking, nipping, and sucking at both nipples now, you endured until moaning authentically. You were all but hanging off the counter by now, Tan the only reason you weren't on the floor; using upper body strength to hold onto him while slithering a hand toy your stomach to toy with your enlarged clit.

It took very little time of harsh pressure from your fingers to come undone, pleasure mounting to a crescendo before shattering your grip to reality. With a gasp, your hips humped into Tan's by your own blinding vocation; arms tight around his shoulders to remain upright as you milked yourself.

The contraction of your cunt was all Tangerine needed, and four slaps of his balls later had him doubling over and pinning you in a small slam, chest-to-chest, to the marble.

"Oh, my fuckin' God," you panted in appreciation.

"Shit," he realized, "shit, fuck, did I hurt you? Fuck - baby - "

"I'm not hurt," you panted, keeping a tight hold to refuse him from standing up, "just happy."

He deflated with a small chuckle. In your neck, he mumbled, "I can't feel my legs."

"Wanna sit?"

"Nah, not here," he mused, licking the sweaty skin of your pulse point. "Just had t'wear the li'l white ones, didn't'cha?"

"You get all worked up when I do."

"With good reason, should see yourself the way that I do - Goddamn, doll. My girl's divine, too good for these fuckers out here."

You were about to retort, but there was a loud, rapid banging at the locked door. "Hey! Hey! Whoever's in there! There's people that need in, you fucking arseholes! Get your dick wet at your own place, you broke bitches!"

You gasped and slapped a hand over your mouth as Tangerine finally stood off you, keeping you balanced on the counter as you sat up. "Oh, my fucking God, Tan! I-I-I-I'm gonna get fired! Oh, holy shit! This isn't happening!"

"No - "

"Aaron, we were literally just caught - "

"Hey, hey, just breathe," he paused, sighing as he caressed your cheek. "Let me handle this for us, okay? The way you protect me, let me protect you. Yeah?"

You nodded mutely, looking ready to burst into tears. After Tan pulled out and helped you clean up (ignoring the warm cum that dripped down your inner thighs), he simply wrapped you in his navy suit jacket, rolled up his crisp white sleeves, and pulled out his handgun. "Oh, baby, don't - "

"Trust me," he purred, arm secure around your waist. "Oh... Shit, hang on," he set the gun down to use his hands and fix your hair, your heart soaring by the sweet, domestic gesture. "I got'cha, pretty girl, one sec - there we go, yeah," he smirked, looking proud of himself. "Yeah, all right, there we go," he cupped your cheeks, "all perfect."

"Thank you," you whispered.

"Now, we're gonna walk out with confidence. Just don't stop, don't look at anyone. Actually, look a li'l smug," he instructed. "And we're just gonna grab Lemon and get outta here, yeah?"

You pouted lightly, "After I get the O-K from my boss."

"Nah, we don't ask permission, just forgiveness."

"Terrible philosophy."

"I prefer effective. Ready?" He asked, picking his gun up again. You nodded, latching onto him as his arm secured around you again, then approached the door. He unlocked it loudly and yanked it open, glare instantly taking over his expression as you were met with a gaggle of angry, grumbling patrons. "We got a fuckin' problem?" Tangerine sneered, his gun winking in the dim lighting; those who were waiting instantly backing off.

You did as he advised: didn't look at anyone, didn't stop, looked a little smug. He lead you through the throng of people, hearing a woman sneer under her breath - gasping when Tan turned his gun on her. "Tangerine!" You snapped, the people around you all freezing.

"Got somethin' t'say?" He taunted the woman, who shook her head. "No? You sure? Now?" He asked, shifting the weapon over to her date's forehead. She shook her head again. This made Tan smirk, "Jealousy ain't pretty on anyone, love. Keep your fuckin' mouth shut."

"Let's go, now," you insisted, tugging on his unbuttoned waistcoat to walk away together. "Can't shoot everyone who offers insult."

"No, but word will spread," he smirked. "Ain't nobody gonna say a fuckin' word to yah now. And if they do," he shrugged, "you'll tell me. All right, now, uh," he paused you both, nodding ahead, "that's a bit of my doin'. Question is, do we interrupt?"

You peered around a person or two until Lemon and a pretty waitress was in sight. She was giggling and grinning, the two deep in conversation; just enraptured and toying with each other's hands.

"We should probably let him know we're leaving. Maybe text him?"

"So, we are leaving, huh?" Tan smirked. "No more precious work to go run off to?"

Your lips moved beside his ear, licking the shell before speaking so your cool breath fanned over the wet skin, "I can't work with your cum leakin'."

His hand groped your arse cheek tightly, "If you do, I promise t'make yah my li'l Twinkie, huh? Fuck you all night, like you deserve."

"Oh, now you wanna stay? You fuckin' serious?"

"Yeah, but, now it's a game."

"You're a fucking menace!"

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[ellieisaflower]

Could you write a Daryl dixon/ little! Reader where the reader is trapped by a walker and is screaming for daryl and trying to kill it and he saves her and babies her the rest of the day n night? Thanks!!!

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3-14-23 | Main Masterlist | The walking dead masterlist

୨୧ ┊Pairing: Daddy!Daryl Dixon x little!Fem!reader

୨୧ ┊Characters: Daryl Dixon, Reader

୨୧ ┊Genre: fluff, angsty, Age regression (NOT KINK!!), oneshot

୨୧ ┊Summery: Reader gets lost while wondering off in the forest and gets trapped by a walker. When Daryl realizes she's gone and hears her screaming he comes to her aid immediately.

୨୧ ┊Warnings: Reader gets trapped by walker, screaming, crying, reader is scared, Daryl curses a few times, might be more, Daryl calls reader Babygirl, baby and Darling (highlighted orange), not proofread, Daryl's ooc

୨୧ ┊Note: I am so, so sorry that this took so long for me to write and publish! I've been very busy with school and I just moved across the country so I just got around to it!

୨୧ ┊word count: 1,515

Third person (you, your) pov

As you and Daryl walked into the apartment building he looked over at you to make sure you we were still there and following. The look he gave you meant 'stay with me, don't wonder off'.

Daryl Heald his bow up at eye level, ready to shoot anything that threatened to hurt either of you.

So far there was nothing, no sound, no walkers, nothing. The building was silent. To someone who hadn't been out in the actual world since the apocalypse began, they would think it was safe.

But Daryl knew better then that.

You and Daryl had been out almost the whole day, since the sun came up and it was now later in the day, maybe 3 or 4pm. Your legs were tired and you felt s little fuzzy but you tried your best to stay in big space so you didn't put yourself or Daryl in danger.

You had been in the building for a little over 30 minutes and you had just climbed up a whole set of stairs, which didn't help the tiredness you felt.

"Stay here. Don't wonder off', okay?" Daryl said as the two of you had got to a door that was closed all the way. You nodded and stepped a little farther away from the door just to be safe. As soon as Daryl saw your nod he got ready and opened the door.

When Daryl became out of eye view you started to look further down the hallway. There were a bunch of things in the hallway, mostly trash, but something caught your attention. 2 doors down the hallway there were a bunch of children's toys.

Your mind got a little fuzzier and you started to walk towards the door, completely forgetting that Daryl had told you to stay put.

When you got to the door you crouched down to examine the toys - A lot of them were broken, most likely from being trampled over. The ones that weren't broken though didn't seem too fun to play with so you'd stood back up.

The door to this apartment was cracked open and there was a small bit of light coming through. You quietly pushed open the door and when It was open enough for you to fit through with trampling over things you stepped in.

There were a few more toys right in the entrance, but again, a lot of them were broken.

You looked around for a bit, being as quiet as possible until you found a room that belonged to a child.

The room was filled with toys and books and stuffed animals. A smile lot up your face and your brain got much more fuzzy - you were slipping much faster now.

You were happily looking around the room and grabbing things that you wanted. There was a cute backpack you found in the room that you were stuffing everything into.

As you were going to grab a stuffed animal you froze.

When you looked up you saw a walker coming into the room. Your eyes widened and your heart pace picked up. As quickly as you could you scrambled over to the closet and slipped inside.

You went to reach for the door but the walker was there quicker. You started to scream and scream and call out for your daddy, your eyes began to fill with tears and your breath quickened.

The walked fell to it's knees and crawled closer, teeth snapping open and close. You grabbed your knife and went to stab it but you missed it's head so you tried again and the knife got stuck. You put your hands out in an attempt to stop the walker from getting to you but it was much stronger and it was pushing your arms in and getting closer.

You turned your head to the side and pushed yourself as much into the wall as you could, "DADDY! HELP!" You screamed.

Your arms were about to buckle when the walker was pulled off you and you heard a thud across the room.

You didn't open your eyes, instead you brought your knees up to your chest and stuck your face into them, wrapping your arms around yourself.

After a second the gurgling of the walker stopped.

Your sobs where the only sound in the room. Daryl ran toward you and bent down Infront of you.

"Hey, babygirl, it's okay, daddy's here. Shh shh" he whispered. You lifted your head from your knees and look up at your daddy. The sight of you broke him, Your face was red and there were tears stains running down your cheeks. You had a runny nose and your eyes were bright red.

"Daddy- I- I'm sorry" you whispered out, voice cracking a bit. "Shh baby, it's okay", he reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief (a clean one, which he kept just for you). He started to clean up your face, whip the tears away and clean your nose.

He lifted your shirt from your shoulder a bit to check for any sign that you had gotten bit or scratched but you had no injuries.

"come 'ere" he opened his arms and let you crawls into his lap and cry into his chest. "It's okay Daddy's here babygirl, daddy's here, shh" he shook you in his lap lightly.

After a few minutes of him rocking you back and forth, whispering sweet nothings to you and rubbing your back he went to stand up, picking you up with him.

"Was there somethin' you wanted in here darlin'?" He asked. You lifted you head and went to run your eyes with out hand and then you pointed to the bag with the other. "Dat".

Daryl walked over to where you had placed the bag and he picked it up. "M' wants day Bunny too daddy" you mumbled as you pointed to the stuffie you were staying to get earlier.

He bent down and picked it up for you. When he placed it in your arms you smiled and became distracted while he quickly got you out of the room, so you didn't have to the see the walker again.

"Come on, let's get back home and then we can play with your new toys and put on a movie, whatcha think about that babygirl?"

You looked up at your daddy and smiled, "Yeah, yeah!" You babbled then looked back down at the stuffie.

When you two got closer to Alexandria Daryl put you down for a second. Not everyone knew that you regressed and you didn't want everyone to know so he was making sure something that might give away your regression was showing.

He shoved the bag of toys you grabbed in his bag, trying to get in to pit and then he looked over at you.

You were ducking on a paci and playing with your stuffie. "Baby", you looked up at him, "can I please have you paci and stuffie for a while? I don't want anyone to be mean to ya".

Your frowned a little but popped the paci out of your mouth and handed them to your daddy. "Thank baby".

He shoved those in his backpack, making sure none of it was gonna fall out and then he picked you up again.

When Abraham saw the two of you coming towards the gate he called out for someone to open it. Glenn opened the gate and Daryl walked through.

"Is she okay?" Glenn asked. "She'll be okay, jus' twisted her ankle" Daryl answered, seeing as there were people who didn't know about your regression in ear shot.

When Daryl got the both of you back home and safe inside your house he set you down and let you run into your playroom.

Daryl took off his shoes and then followed you up there. He got the tv ready and put in a disc and let it play.

You were sat at the table with a coloring book and crayons and a few toys. Daryl brought the bag and sat it on his chair and grabbed your bag out of it and brought it over to you, placing it on the table.

Your face lit up and you opened the bag, taking out one thing at a time and showing it to your daddy.

Daryl watched you with a smile and everytime you would tell him about s new toy he would nodd and hum and sometimes saw a little something about them.

He made sure you forgot all about what happened earlier and made the rest of the day all about you.

He colored with you for awhile until you got too bored and the tv got more interesting. Daryl sat down on his chair and you sat on his lap and you snuggled up to him. You two watched the rest of the movie together and when it was over you were fast asleep in your daddy's arms.

Daryl look down at you and smiled. "Goodnight darlin', I love you" and be placed a kiss on your forehead.

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[deejadabbles]

hiii friend <3 for the Halloween drabbles:

🏚️ haunted house + "Don't be scared, I'll hold your hand" withhhh Echo!

Excellent combo, my friend! And with Echo no less, I was very excited to write this so thank you for sending it in! Also, I just realized IDK if people assumed this prompt was for a haunted attraction or a supernatural haunted house sooooo because several peeps asked for the prompt, I'll do both! This time around we're going with supernatural, I hope that's okay <3

The Hidden Room (Echo x GN Reader)

Summary: You and Echo get sent to a place that's totally, definitely not haunted....probably. Rating: G (but minors DNI) Word Count: 1.821 (what is self control at this point?) Warnings: Creepy atmosphere and dangerous situations, reader is not having a good time but at least Echo is there to comfort you. Masterlist /// Tag List Sign Up  /// AO3

“We’re going to die.”

The outlandish words earned you one of Echo’s infamous side-eyes, but the flat tone of finality earned the smallest of smirks. “Don’t be dramatic.”

“Dramatic?!” you shouted in a distinctly dramatic tone, the word ringing in the vast forest surrounding the two of you. “Echo, we’re out in the middle of nowhere, about to go into a mansion that looks like the inspiration for the Haunting of Hill House!”

“And Cid’s cutting us a decent check to do it,” was Echo’s bland reply, though, even he was looking at the abandoned home with a scrunched up nose.

Could anyone really blame you for getting the creeps from the situation? You had driven nearly an hour away from the city to this random ass plot of land with nothing but trees for neighbors, only to find a house that loomed up into the night sky like a decrepit specter. Seriously, even setting aside the gothic ambiance, just the rotting state of the house alone should be cause for concern, one good breeze might knock the thing down with the two of you inside.

Unfortunately, Echo knew you too well and, with a shrug, he started for the front door of the murder house. Kriff, he knew you wouldn’t stand out here by the speeder bike alone, in the dark, or let him brave the spooky manor by himself. With a muttered curse under your breath, you followed after Echo. The supposed forgotten family riches Cid mentioned better be worth all this!

Inside, Manor McCreep was even worse. Thick layers of dust and forgotten belongings were to be expected, but the white sheets over furniture, the broken grand piano, the grand staircase with a shadowy upper landing- yeah, Echo owed you big time for agreeing to be his partner for this one.

“We’ll split up, but keep our comms open the whole time in case one of us gets hurt,” Echo suggested, shining his flashlight slowly over every creeping shadow.

A part of you wanted to tell him how ridiculous it was to even say the phrase “split up”, but another part wanted this to be over with as soon as possible, and covering more ground meant faster results. “Fine, but we stay on the same floor and in the same wing.”

“Agreed,” he hummed, narrowing his eyes at a corner where a torn painting hung ominously on the wall.

And so, like the leads of any horror vid, you two parted ways through the dark. 

Echo could tease you for being dramatic all he wanted, but you took full advantage of the open comms and gave him a running commentary of every room you went through. “Oh, the kitchen, complete with rusted knives that’s probably dried blood, perfect!” “A conservatory filled with weeds that’ll come to life and kill me any minute, nice.” “Ah, the library, filled with ancient tomes of unspeakable curses, I’m having the time of my life!”

Your partner must have appreciated the antics that filled the silence, because his deep voice crackled over the channel, meeting your sass blow for blow. “Make sure to dodge the blades when they start levitating.” “I knew we should have brought that paranormal weedkiller.” “If there’s a curse to make Tech’s goggles fog up when he’s being a smart ass, make sure to grab it.”

You smiled every time he quipped back, comforted by the reassurance that he was still there, close by. It was almost possible to forget where you were as you rummaged through the rooms for this rumored treasure. For the most part, all you found were yellowed flimsi documents, broken furniture, and more signs that one wrong step would send you falling through the rotted floor.

Of course, the true potential for horror came flooding back to you when you opened a door to a study and found nothing but a porcelain doll sitting in the middle of the room.

“Absolutely kriffing not.”

Slamming the door shut was the only solution to that room.

Fortunately, by the time you had found that little horror, Echo was done searching his half of the first floor and the two of you reunited in the entry hall. Unfortunately, he had not found this treasure trove either, which meant it was time to climb that eerie looking staircase to the even creepier second floor. At least your lights lit up that shadowy landing.

Said landing was a wide, open space, with dust covered bookcases and broken end tables lining the wall between two dark hallways on either side. To add to the spook factor, a howling wind roared from outside.

“So,” Echo hummed, the light on his chest plate shining to the right, “do you want eerie corridor number one?” He turned it to the left, “Or eerie corridor number two?”

You opened your mouth to quip back at him- only to pause when you shivered at the breeze that should have been outside. You turned in the direction of the wind, narrowing your eyes at the solid wall that certainly shouldn’t have had that much air coming through an old crack or two.

“Do you feel that?” you whispered to Echo, raking your own light over the bookshelves.

His eyebrow lifted as he followed your gaze, of course, being covered in his armor and body glove under that, he probably hadn’t felt it unless it hit his exposed face. He did notice something, though, and walked over the bookcases. That skilled hand of his ran along the bottoms of the old wooden shelves, then he gripped one and pulled.

The bookshelf swung open as if on a hinge, and revealed a dark doorway.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t there be a sketchy secret passageway?” you sighed.

Echo huffed a laugh, “Well, what better place to hide the family fortune than in here?”

“I acknowledge that you are completely right but- Echo, have you not read any of the horror novels I’ve recommended to you? Secret passageways are never a good thing! We’re bound to find some madman’s journal detailing unspeakable monsters of the H.P.Starcraft variety!”

All he did was give you that look, then walk into the secret room. “Come on, sooner we find it, sooner we get out of here.”

With a heavy sigh you followed him again, running your flashlight over every nook and cranny so you could set your mind at ease that there wasn’t anything lurking. In the shadows. To your relief, there was no long passageway of certain death, but instead it immediately opened into a small room. There wasn’t much in it, just an old desk with a matching chair, and more bookcases that mostly looked empty. Above the desk was the source of the wind: a window that had three of its four panes broken.

Wordlessly, you two got to work searching, you taking the desk, Echo the bookcases. Of course the desk drawers were locked, and you had to dig out the multitool from your belt to open them.

In fact, you were so preoccupied with trying to jam the drawer open, that you didn’t think much when you felt someone step up behind you.

You didn’t know why Echo was standing over your crouched form, but you went on with your work, letting out a satisfied noise when the desk popped open.

“Nothing in here but old tax documents and…a first draft of a romance novel?” You said as you flipped through the pages.

 Echo chuckled, “Wonder how bad the smut is that they felt the need to write it in here.”

“Maybe they just liked the privacy…” 

...Wait, Echo’s voice hadn’t come from above you. A glance to your right told you he was still rifling through the shelves. Despite the fact that there was something creaking the floorboards directly behind you.

Every hair on your body stood on end as you wheeled around- and your light illuminated a gaunt, bloodless face with sunken sockets for eyes.

A scream ripped from your throat as you fell back against the desk, dropping your light in your fumbling attempt to reach the blaster at your hip. Another cold breeze whipped painfully across your face, just as Echo called your name.

He was beside you in an instant, a hand on your shoulder, “What is it? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”

Wha- how the kriff had Echo not seen the person looming over you?! Blaster in one hand you quickly grabbed your fallen flashlight and shone it over the spot they had been. 

But of course, there was nothing there.

“B-behind me,” you inwardly cursed the stutter in your voice and swallowed hard as you continued to scan the area with your light, “There was someone behind me- Echo I swear I saw someone!”

Echo’s hand gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Hey, it’s alright, I believe you,” he threw an cautious look around the room, then slid his hand down your arm to lock with your own. “Don’t be scared,” he murmured, that steady baritone almost managing to calm your thundering heart. Then Echo slowly started to rise, pulling you with him as he kept his eyes out for danger, “I’ll hold your hand while we-”

He was cut off when the desk chair threw itself across the room and shattered in a burst of splinters against the wall.

“Run!”

Your man did not need to tell you twice. With more grace than you thought you could manage, you sprang to your feet and ran for the hidden door, Echo holding your hand tight as you did. Just as you both cleared the doorway one of the bookcases fell over, blocking the secret room from visitors once again.

The carnage didn’t stop there. As Echo pulled you down the stairs, an end table grazed your cheek as it flew through the air, certainly aimed at your head. Paintings fell off the walls and floorboard ripped themselves up as you both thundered through the entry hall. The moment you two practically jumped past the front door something else smashed against the wall, narrowly missing one of you.

Unfortunately, holding on to each other caused one, then the other, to lose balance and both of you tumbled down the porch steps. As if on instinct, Echo’s arm went around you protectively, holding you as your bodies rolled across the ground in front of the haunted manor.

The moment you came to a stop, both of you looked up at the house. The wind gave one last mournful wail as the front door slammed shut, sending quite a clear message.

You and Echo both seemed to hold your breaths for a moment, waiting until, all at once, the horrible wind and sounds from inside died, as if they had never been there to begin with.

There was a heartbeat of dead silence, then, “Echo?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to kill Cid when we get back.”

“Agreed.”

EDIT: click here for an extended ending in my reply reblog lol

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[arsene-fixates]

Misc. SN character rambling (Gordon Byron)

I very few screenshots for whatever I’m going to ramble about on another character in seekers notes so you’re going to have to take my word for it. This is not an analysis btw i just want to talk about this guy for a bit

There’s this character, Gordon Byron, or Hyperion <- name he picked for himself I will elaborate later.

His family (made up of him, his mother, and his cousin) is a descendant of one of the founders of Darkwood (the city) and though I didn’t read too much into him, I thought his character development was quite interesting

going to be a bit long since i'm running through him as a character, spoilers under the cut

Backstory was that he had run away from home with his beloved that went missing when the curse fell upon the city but returned after realizing that he had responsibilities being the family's heir and such.

He's very quiet as a character, kept to books and nature and is a pretty big romantic but when he came back, and through the story he started getting invested in his family's history, aka. one of the founders named nostromo and his powers etc etc and also taking more initiative to help the city via. paying funds for damages and suggesting new things to keep the townspeople safe

okay to be honest theres some collecting crystal infinity stone level thing going on in the story and there's this section in the plot where gordon and i had to dive underwater to look for a stone tablet depicting one of the missing steps to getting one of the crystals

and some explosion happens and i get shot out of the water, leaving him underwater and the other characters and i are all panicking because the water breathing potion we took had some timing to it and he was about to die or something

but he emerges soon enough, with the gauntlet belonging to the founder equipped in his hand, and you can tell that this power was getting to his head

at this point, i was filling philiah in on the lore and i told her 'i think it would be really profound if he let the power get to him and influence him negatively' and lo and behold.

anyways carrying on, he started really embracing the name hyperion (a pseudonym he made up himself because if i can remember right, all the other founders also had one themselves) and having his own group of specialised guards.

then some attack happened on the city again where ghostly creatures appeared (summoned by the antagonist), and after gordon fought them off, he decided to set a curfew & interrogate all the townspeople because they could be people from a crime organisation (called the shadows) in disguise

cough cough side note, informant was telling me about how his guard kept going trying to capture him and he was frustrated that not only did he have to run from the crime organisation but he also had to run from the guard too lol.

and holy shit theres this section that especially got me where he was asking me for an update on the crystals and i told him it was going alright, letting on a little more detail than i liked and he then asks me to find more of this truth potion for him and then he says this

he slipped a truth potion !!! !! !! !!!! unknowingly!!!!!! to me!! HOLAY MOLAY!!!. and when i went to talk to charlotte, she tells me about how some of the people who took the potion were down with pretty bad illnesses and fevers. THAT IS SO WILD.

he had to be suspended of his role and his guard operations after he nearly endangered the lives of the members of the crime organisation

THERES A LOT OF STUFF THAT HAPPENS INBETWEEN BUT ITS PRETTY BIZZARE BECAUSE HIS ANGER GETS THE BETTER OF HIM (and they really did show that he gets angry easily)

holay molay this guy.

i like what they're doing here, it's really interesting ^_^ LOVE THAT THEY DID ACTUAL BUILD UP INSTEAD OF WHATEVER THEY DID WITH INFORMANT!!!!! love to see what happens to him later because currently the city is going through YET another world ending disaster and i (the seeker) have to save them.

[wordingg]

Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell

Any Way the Wind Blows by Rainbow Rowell is the third and final (?) installment in the Simon Snow series. I usually don't like YA series, but this was so much fun and I really loved every second of this series and I really hope that the author returns to it some day soon!

For a very quick synopsis of the story up until this point (and oh my god please scroll by quickly if you don't want too many spoilers for the first and second book), the Simon Snow series is sort of a meta answer to all the YA chosen one type stories that were so popular in my youth (I'm looking at you, Harry Potter). Simon Snow was supposed to be the chosen one, but in truth he was the source of the threat to the magical world. He has to come to terms with this at the end of the first book, when he realizes that he has been used by the Mage all along. The second book then follows Simon, his boyfriend, and best friend as they take a trip across the United States to try and draw Simon out of his horrible, spiraling depression after the events of the first book.

When the third book picks up, Simon is still in a very dark place. He is fully convinced that he no longer belongs in the magical world, that perhaps he was never magical to begin with and that the Mage only made him so with whatever he did to him when he was a child. He gets so down on himself that he breaks up with Baz, moves out of his apartment with Penny, and completely drops off the map. It doesn't help that Baz and Penny both have their own crises as soon as they're back in London. Penny still has Shepherd, the cute cursed boy she promised to save back in Arkansas, and finds out that her mother actually is not at all happy to help her figure out how to break his curse, which means it's up to her alone to help him. And, Baz comes home to find out that his stepmother has disappeared, leaving his emotionally constipated father alone with a gaggle of unsupervised children that he needs help with.

To make matters even worse, in the wake of the reveal that Simon is not the chosen one, a whole swathe of social media styled gurus and shysters have appeared claiming to be the chosen one themselves! And, some of them are even proving to be dangerous…

I think I just barely brushed the first fifty pages of this book, but I really don't want to spoil anything since this is the big finale!

This book was so great! I finished it, and then I pretty much immediately wanted to pick it back up and read it again. First of all, this book does a great job of wrapping up both Penny and Agatha's character arcs. Agatha isn't doing much better than Simon at the beginning of this book, but she has her own path to discovering her own worth and what brings her joy. And, Penny gets a chance to be an absolute badass and prove to herself that she doesn't need Simon to be amazing.

And then there's Simon and Baz. Simon is so messed up (and he should be!) by all the bad shit that's happened to him. Baz is too, but a lot of Baz's stuff is still kind of floating at loose ends, so I'm really hoping we'll get a follow-up or spin off or something with him! A girl can hope, right? But, I digress. This was really the "let me love you" story for Simon. His self-worth is in the toilet, and he can't see himself clearly at all. The whole book is Baz trying over and over to show Simon that he's loved and wanted, and it's so sweet it makes my teeth ache in a good way.

I know some people were put off by the second book, but if you have any interest in finishing the series at all, I really recommend reading this last book. It does such a great job of wrapping up Simon's story in a really satisfying way. But, yeah, much recommended! Comes with my seal of approval, for sure.

[of-invisible-ties]

while she's realized, given the nature of askr, that running into the degenerated silent dragon is little but an inevitability at this point, araceli still finds herself surprised that it's happened quite this soon. she blinks once, twice, and stands a little straighter as she takes in what's left of the dragon who was once her father ( not that she'd remember, but the point still stands ) and takes a deep breath.

would he lash out, she wonders? perhaps it's better that she bears the brunt of his madness as opposed to anyone else.

"you've... been so very lonely, haven't you?" she asks, remaining red eye alight with sympathy, "i'm sorry. i know... it cannot make up for what the humans did to you, or what was lost, but... should you ever find yourself sad or lonely... please know i am here. this is not our valla, but... if nothing else, you don't have to be alone. i will bear the pain alongside you... lord anankos."

Why is she so ... familiar?

Anankos does not know her, yet he feels as though he should. He searches his crazed mind for her name, but it is beyond his memories (what remains of them, anyway). Whatever she is remains shrouded in fog, lost to the mists of time.

Pain and madness occupy his thoughts again, and he curses the world itself for taking yet another thing from him. Was she taken from him, too, just as his mind and his kingdom were? He does not know, and that fact makes him seethe with rage.

This world is wrong. It teems with life -- disgusting, disgraceful human life -- and he knows it must be purged before it can truly belong to him. That was the fate of all worlds he encountered, and this one would suffer it, too.

"This will be our Valla," he hisses.

Yes, that's right. He'll correct this world, just like all the others. And this strange girl, whoever she was, would help him.

That was why she was here, wasn't she? She was here to serve him.

"We needn't suffer the presence of humans! I will purge them, and this world will be made into Valla, as well."

"If you know of me, girl, then you know this is what must be done. Spare me your pity. It is better spent on the humans, whose lives I will end!"

[vanillaarts]

Matias walked around, suddenly stopping at the sound of footsteps in the distance. Upon closer investigation, he found out it was a hero. Matias proceeded to ambush the hero and promptly captured her.

Matias grabbed Quinn by the back of her vest, the same way one would grab a kitten by the scruff of their neck. She curled in like a kitten would too.

Matias laughed at her.

The hero was so very small, and he doubted she could do anything to him. On the other hand, her size meant that there was not much meat on her. Fiadh may let him eat her all by himself, but he didn’t know. Nonetheless, he kept his hopes up. He then casually carried the hero under his arm and began walking home.

“Why would you wanna eat me?” Quinn asked.

“Heroes are delicious.”

“You sure..? Have you ever tried rabbit?”

“Yes.”

“Then how come you say we’re delicious, when you have clearly eaten better?”

“What..?”

“Like, c’mon, if you’ve had rabbit, how come you still would settle for me? I could get you one-“

“No!” Matias growled loudly. “You won’t fool me with that.”

“You sure I can’t?”

“Yes.”

Quinn proceeded to not shut up for the next ten minutes, making Matias only angrier as they went.

After about another five minutes of Quinns nonsense, the pillager could not take the noise anymore and lifted the hero by the collar of her shirt and, enraged, threw her into the bushes.

Soon after Matias realized he just threw away his meal and went after the hero, but she was already gone.

Cursing, Matias trudged back along the path. In the forest, hidden from sight, Quinn was taking a deep breath.

“Surprised that actually worked.” She said to herself.

(Matias belongs to @ninjacat1515)

(I hope I wrote Matias accurately)

[amorelray]

✨RECENT ANIME REVIEW✨

🐕🐈🐀FRUITS BASKET🐄🐇🐎

I just watched this show for the first time and I was very pleasantly surprised with how much I liked it. I'm usually not much of one for animes with the main character as a very ditsy girl, but this one was different. Tohru wasn't my favorite character, even though she was the main protagonist. That's also not to say that I didn't like her, she just didn't resonate with me the way that Kyo and Yuki did.

Initially, I found myself drawn to Haru. He made me laugh and smile - a kind character in his own way. I appreciated him more than Kyo or Yuk; but as the seasons went on, I found myself really liking them.

❗SPOILERS❗ At the end, when Kyo🐈 and Yuki🐀 got their happy endings - I felt different for both of them.

Throughout the series, Kyo slowly reminded me of parts of myself. He'd put others first by sacrificing his happiness. I've done that myself for ages; it hurts, and it's lonely. I believe that Kyo felt this way too. He felt as if he was protecting Tohru and her heart from what his fated future was supposed to be. He loved her so much, that he'd sacrifice his own selfishness in order to see her happy, going so far as to believe that maybe she belonged better with Yuki. It pained me to see him like this, because I've done the same things. I'll push people away in hopes of saving them potential heartache that would be attached to myself. It's a very self-isolating mechanism and it hurts more than one might think. We think we're being noble, but we're just denying someone a chance to make their own choice. It's taken some growing up for me to learn something like that, and it took Kyo awhile too. Towards the end of Season 3, it can be seen that Kyo will throw aside what he's supposed to do and be for Tohru. The amount of physical affection he shows her versus the other Zodiacs was very prominent throughout the entire show, but even moreso towards the end. When he finally drew her into his arms with reckless abandonment and didn't transform, my heart sighed of relief for them. It was finally over. Their worries, their suffering, their strife - it was gone. Kyo was free & free to love. I felt like I should have cried, but I couldn't. I was merely grateful; happy that Kyo finally was able to have what it was that his heart truly desired.

Yuki on the other hand - I cried over twice. The moment their bonds were released and he hugged Machi, silent tears filled my eyes. He. Was. Free. It hurt seeing him hurt and I cried because he was finally released from his past of pain and imprisonment. I knew that as soon as the bond broke, Yuki could finally TRULY be himself. I always felt as of many of the other Zodiacs were quite a bit of themselves while under the curse, but Yuki always gave me the impression that he held himself back due to what happened when he was a child. He was always afraid of losing people again the way that he did when he had made his first set of friends. Watching all of it crumble and fall away filled me with a mix of things I'm not sure I can find the right words to describe - so I cried.

The second time was when he told Tohru how loved she truly was. He was always afraid to tell her exactly what she was to him, but when he did - there was so much gratitude and love. It was one of the most wholesome things I think I've ever witnessed. Seeing her realize that she'll never be alone and that the bonds they all CREATED will never fade, and watching him FINALLY accepting and speaking his truth was so freeing.

I really couldn't have imagined a better show or end to it. 💖 ~Stupid Cat🐈 ~Stupid Rat🐀

[lulupen2023]

My very first BellDom Fanfic 3/23

Summary:

Do you want to meet a Matthew who sees conspiracy everywhere (oh wait, this is not big news!) and is so fond of his trolley that he treat it like a sort of puppy? Do you want to meet a Dominic in love with… himself (and with Matt, too, of course!)? And do you want to meet a Chris who wants to prove to the world he's the most masculine guy ever… but is unavoidably attracted by every… female hobby? This is what you'll find in this story, among lots of BellDom and… craziness!

Summary of the chapter: They can't take their minds off of each other...

Chapter III: Can't Take My Mind Off Of You

It's the New Year and Matthew has never waited so eagerly for it to arrive.

Not exactly for the party it usually requests, but for what it brings with itself: the beginning of the new tour.

And that leads to the main consequence: to see his friends again, but mostly to see Dominic again.

He missed him so bad that he thinks it's not very normal, but he doesn't mind, since in the last twenty days, nothing seems to be normal to him anymore.

Although she likes America a lot, due to her business engagements, Gaia decided not to follow him on tour, but that doesn't make him feel melancholy, not even nostalgic.

Quite the contrary. That makes him feel just.. free.

And this is another thing that is not reported in the dictionary of normality, supposing that that dictionary exists, of course.

This and many other considerations belong to the brainstorming that surrounds the guy, during his flight to New York, and it probably went on even when he was busy sleeping.

But now he's more than awake and bouncy, well aware that it will take no longer than one hour for the plane to land.

So he waits, drumming nervously the fingers of his hand on his leg, restlessly, with a rhythm that gets more and more frantic, and soon also the other hand mirrors the first one, on the other leg.

Maybe he's doing that to will the time away, maybe he's doing that unconsciously and that's a sign of his huge impatience, or maybe he's just doing it on purpose, in order to keep himself away from his thoughts, at least for a while.

Too bad that he realizes soon what he's actually doing.

Alright, Matt, what the hell are you doing? You're drumming. And * who * usually drums? Drummers do. And * who * is a drummer? Dominic. And * whom * were you supposed not to think about anymore? My, compliments, genius, here we go again! his conscience scolds him.

So, he immediately stops drumming, with visible relief of the person who sits next to him, an old man who was busy snorting in his face, annoyed, glaring coldly at him and cursing all the young people and their utter incapability of keeping still and quiet for a bunch of seconds.

No doubt about that, he surely preferred him when he was sleeping.

His only answer, Matthew glares at him as well and shrugs, turning to the other side, towards the window, admiring the view.

Uh, yeah, First Class has all its advantages, but truth is that it's also plenty of old, snob people who are annoying and incredibly as boring as hell! On second thought, in Economy Class it would be even worse. I can already picture myself there, surrounded by a bunch of fans who wave some pics, covers of our CDs and some diaries, hysterically, waiting eagerly for me to sign them. And then they drive me blind with all the flashes of their cameras, they drive me deaf with the volume of their screams, and they drive me dumb, trying to persuade me to perform the play-list they want the most, already knowing that each of them has a different request! I love fans and everything, but.. no way, First Class is way much better! Anyway, there's no so plenty of fans where we are going to start the tour now.. Well, after all, our main goal is to get more fans even there. Hey, but.. wait a minute. I did it, I succeeded! I'm thinking about something else, no more Dominic! Oh, no, shit.. here we go again! Ok, how long did I resist? Three minutes? Well, that's a start! the guy surrenders, rolling his eyes and putting his hands in his hair, ruffling them, before letting himself fall down on the seat, kinda heavily.

And that impact makes the old man jolt, and consequently it wakes him up, just when he had finally managed to fall asleep. And that makes Matt earn another icy glare from him and an unintelligible grumbling, although he manages to clearly hear a couple of swear words!

The old man turns his back to him, and snorts annoyed once again, trying to regain his sleep, as Matthew finally knows what to do to will the time away: to start working on a featuring song called ' Inconveniences of the First Class (Damn, old, bloody grouch, I'll turn your life into a living hell, although, judging by the way you look, your life seems already about to end soon!)'

And between his several machinations and evil plotting, the plane finally lands.

Matthew gets off and hurries to recollect his suitcases, especially his very showy, eccentric bright pink trolley, almost fuchsia.

It's very probable that he borrowed it from Gaia's wardrobe, but it's even more probable that he didn't... and that's even more worrying.

Once he's recollected all his things, he rushes into the first cab he finds available, heading towards the hotel they will stay at.

He gets off the taxi, grinning and giving a very generous tip to the driver and, not to waste any time, he doesn't even ask for help with the suitcases.

Still grinning, Matt runs towards the stairs, taking the steps two by two, although the suitcases make it more laborious.

He knows for sure that Dominic is already there. They talked on phone the day before and Dominic told him that he would arrive in the morning. Instead, Matthew and Chris would arrive in the late afternoon.

There's no need to say that hearing him by the phone is not the same for Matt.

He misses his eyes, his smiles, the funny, amused, astonished, shocked, perplexed or even enthralled faces that he uses to make at him, especially during some interviews.

Yes, that's true. He's still thinking just and only about Dom. By then his conscience already gave in, since he rushed into the cab, letting him free to do and think whatever he pleases.

After all, for Matthew it's impossible not to think about Dominic, especially now that he's about to see him again.

In fact, he gets in with such a rush that he almost runs a pairing of old people over with his trolley, and they snap, almost insult him, scold him due to his recklessness and glare at him the same way the old man on the airplane already did.

That does nothing but making Matt more and more willing to set up a war against senility!

Anyway, not even that takes the grin off his face and his happy expression, but as soon as he sees who is waiting for him in the Hall, his grin fades away, as who saw him gets up, walking towards Matt with a warm and sincere smile.

"Bells, here you are, finally!" Chris greets him, with a manly and fraternal hug.

Matthew forces himself to smile back at him.

Of course, he's very happy to see Chris, too, but it's not what, or better *who * was supposed to fulfil his hopes and expectations.

So, he absolutely needs to know more about the holder of his hopes and expectations.

"What about Dom? Is he not here?" he asks, trying to make it seem a normal question, something he said just to talk.. and not something he's dying to know.

Who knows? Maybe he's in his room, resting a bit. Oh, no, is he sick? No, it can't be. Dom has never suffered due to travels, not even the longest ones. Plus, he doesn't know the meaning of the word 'tiredness'. Nothing seems to enervate him, he's just concentrated energy. he loses himself in his mental wandering, once again.

"Ok, I'm gonna repeat it, because it seems that you weren't listening at me at all.. " Chris comments, rolling his eyes. "Dom called me this morning , saying that owing to a series of hitches he missed the plane, but he caught the next one, so now he should be arrived, maybe he's already on his way to the hotel.. " Chris explains. "Anyway, I know what kind of hitches he had. I bet that it's Jessica who made him miss the plane... if you know what I mean!" Chris winks, chuckling.

And Matt knows what he means, he knows that damn well, that's why he feels again that unexplainable pang of jealousy.

Correction. By now, whatever he likes it or does not, that pang is becoming more and more explainable.

"Anyway, it's so odd that you didn't see him at the airport, since more or less you should have arrived on the same time.. " the bassist adds, as the front man is almost tempted to smash his head against the wall.

So, Dom was already there... and I didn't notice that? Ok, although I was 200% sure that he was already here, couldn't I bother to take a look around anyway? Stupid, damn, bloody ,useless rush! Matthew curses, but, obviously, that's not the answer he gives to his friend.

"Yeah, but, you know.. airports are always so messy, with all the crowd and stuff ... anyway, it's not a tragedy, we'll just wait for him here!"

"What about having a beer as we wait?" Chris suggests.

"But.. you said he could be here in a bunch of minutes.."

"Of course. That gives us time for a beer.. or two!" the other chuckles.

"Uhmm.. I don't know if.. " Matt protests weakly, looking outside the window.

"Damn you, Bells, don't be a pain in the ass. You know that I don't like to drink alone. Plus, it just means that we'll wait for Dom a little bit drunker than we are now. Let's go! " Chris insists with that authoritarian tone that Matt already knows pretty well, just as he knows that he can't show any objections to him.

So, he'll just have to follow and please him.

********************************* (in the meantime)

Oh, poor me! I'm really ruining myself completely if now I even get hallucinations! I swear that before I saw, at the exit, as a flash, a trolley identical to Matthew's one.. .and such an exaggerate color can't be mistaken. Plus, I seriously doubt that there can be on this Planet another guy who is crazy enough to dare owning a suitcase like that one.. .except for me, of course! I already know that sooner or later I'll borrow it from Matt, maybe without even informing him about that. Plus, it would mach those trousers of mine so damn well.. Dom thinks, as he's heading to the exit.

Just as Matthew did, he also has spent all the time trying to push away uselessly those thoughts that he didn't even think it was possible that one day they would cross his mind.

Why, why, why, why? Stupid poker, stupid forfeit, stupid kiss.. oh, no, no. That kiss was everything but stupid... he corrects himself, and whatever he wants or does not, he finds himself smiling at the memory.

And his smile gets larger and larger just at the thought that, after a bunch of days that seemed to be endless to him, finally he's about to see him again.

So, I can take him apart, we can talk about that a lot, facing everything, so after that we'll be finally free to explore each other.. Uh, no, nooo, NO ! Damn me, I meant 'explain each other ' ! Gee, what the hell am I doing now? I justify myself... with myself! Damn you, Matt, what the fuck did you do to me? I don't know why I can't take my mind off of you! he wonders, puzzled.

Something helps him dissolve that confusion a little, because the mobile he has in his pocket starts ringing insistently.

He draws him out and clicks the button to answer, without even bothering to look at the display, because he already knows who it is.

"Jessica, love, I was just about to call you!" he exclaims, filling his tone with all the sweetness he can muster.

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, who knows why I'm always the one who does it first!" the girl on the other side grumbles.

"But, luv, you don't even give me the time. I've just gotten off the plane.. "

Sure, before losing myself , frying my brain, for almost * twenty minutes *.. and due to a trolley! he realizes.

"Ok, I understand. So, when will you be back?" she asks.

"But.. I've just arrived! It will take the time the tour requests, let's say a month, about, I've already told you.. "

"But I miss you... " she protests, almost yelping.

"Jess, honey, we've been together until this morning. I've even missed the plane for you, is it not enough?"

"No! I already miss you. And you? Don't you miss me?"

Hell no, if you don't even give me the time to miss you! he ponders, annoyed, being very careful not to turn his thought into his actual answer.

"Sure, I miss you. A lot. C'mon, you gotta hold on just for a month, and then I'll come back to you.."

"Yeah. Just to disappear again due to another bloody, stupid tour!" she adds, bitterly.

"First, a tour is never stupid. It's my job, you know that. It's a part of me, as I'm a part of it, why can't you see? " he rolls his eyes, receiving just a muttered grumbling as answer.

"Anyway, if I'm not wrong, now you are in a country that barely knows who you are.. " she states.

"Don't be so negative now. After all, we have already some fans here , too, but the main reason why we are here in the States is to increase their number.. " he explains patiently, for the umpteenth time.

"I just think it's wasted time. Time that you could and you * should * spend with me!" she strikes back.

"Jessica, we already talked about that. It's important to me.. "

"But to me it's not. Not at all. Dammit, Dominic, I'm your girlfriend, I'm supposed to have the priority on everything else!" she protests.

"Listen, I don't want to start fighting just now that I'm about to say bye.."

"We are not fighting!"

"When two people have utterly different opinions about a matter and one of them insults the other one's job, well, believe me, that's fighting!"

"I didn't insult what you do!"

"You just called it 'wasted time', and, for the record, that's not a nice thing to say at all! Plus, see? You don't even manage to call it 'job '!" he makes her notice.

"You're right. I don't want to fight, too. What about erasing the last five minutes and make peace, my love, hmm?" she suggests, all sugary.

"Ok. Peace, but you must accept what I do.. "

"Uhmm. I'll try. Anyway, that won't prevent me from missing you. Call me soon, honey, I love you, bye.. " she murmurs.

"Me, too..." Dominic replies, without believing his words very much, before hanging up.

That feeble statement almost sounds like a question that he's asking to himself.

He knows very well that they didn't make peace at all and they will inevitably end up fighting again at the next chance they have to talk, and due to the same reason.

Anyway, he doesn't even care now.

All he desires is to see again the guy who, not only totally understands that reason, but he's also an integral part of it.

TBC

Ihihih, I'm evil, I know, I didn't make you see them reunited! ;P

But I'll make you forgive me with next chapter.. whenever it arrives ..

I can already tell you that one of them has a surprise for the other, I don't think it's hard to figure out who .. ;)

I hope you'll still like it ;) Pleeeeease, tell me what you think... whatever it is, c'mon, don't be shy! ;)

p.s. I 'm sure that the real (adorable ) Jessica is nothing like ' the Jessica in this story ' . ;)

[javierpinme]

Heat Signature

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 3.7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY, minors this is not the fic for you)

Warnings: unprotected sex (this is fictional wrap it up irl), cum eating, Mando’s manspread is its own warning tbh, attempted assault (grabbing your arm until Mando intervenes), f! masturbation until interrupted how dare, the helmet doesn’t come off until it does, cursing, I think that’s it but as always let me know.

Summary: You realize Mando has a feature in his helmet that lets him see how hot you are at a really inconvenient time. That’s it. That’s the plot.

A/N: Some of you may recognize this as a sneak peek I posted months ago and never posted. So yes, it’s finally here.

Masterlist:

It didn’t happen all at once.

The whispered name and choked moans the Crest held secret within her vessel each night for the only name you’ve come to know over months.

It was a series of instances where the seemingly impenetrable tower broke down the walls you built since joining his crew to take care of the child and any small level fixes on his pre-imperial gunship. 

The child being the better showcase of your skills and less of a fire hazard—so far.

It was the close quarters giving you allowance to see the man beneath the beskar, the man you had previously suspected was one of the very droids you learned later he has a deep seeded hatred for.

It was the tentative affection that he held for the child that now extended to you—the latter less obvious but silently present. Most would part for the Mandalorian and the few others that didn’t learned after being on the receiving end of his fierce protective instinct.

Those same hands that held a delicacy that seemed unfitting for his weighted armor when patching up your injuries—the combination of sharp and soft edges filling in the blanks for most nights spent in your bunk with your hand between your thighs.

You rise from the darkness of your bunk, the black undershirt that didn’t belong to you rising up your bare thighs during a long stretch, a pleasant hum rising from within your chest. With how early it still was you expected Mando to either still be asleep or hidden up in the cockpit like he usually was. Your path to the ‘fresher clear to clean up after waking up with an ache you’ve grown familiar with over the past few months.

Until you pause at the open doorway of your bunk at the sight of your employer sitting on a crate.

The swoop in your stomach causes bile to rise up your throat at the possibility of him having heard you. Even stronger when his visor meets your wide eyes and he just—stares. Even without the luxury of seeing his eyes, you can feel them burning into you. You wring your hands together in a nervous tic and croak out a good morning, before cutting through the silence by opening the pod across the room to bleary tired eyes.

“Aw. I’m sorry for waking you up, baby. You hungry?” The responding chirp answering your question and you’re grateful for the distraction.

You pick him up and extend your arms up in the air, a delighted giggle coming from above, ignoring the slight breeze you feel on your ass, unaware of the creaking of leather gloves and the hitch under his modulated breath.

You kiss the top of the child’s head and feed him a ration bar and turn to the still silent Mandalorian finding your voice.

“So, I’m going to clean up real quick before we leave okay?”

You walk towards him for the transfer of his foundling, the beating of your heart still not recovered from seeing him so soon after your release. A shiver having nothing to do with the cold within the Crest runs up your spine and you swallow a strangled moan before it surfaces when the sound of his trousers catching on the wooden crate directs your attention below—your core clenching around nothing as he widens his legs, creating a perfect V for you to fit into.

His hands linger on yours as you hand over the child and escape to the ‘fresher when he nods. Not to trail your hand between your thighs like you wanted to, but instead turn the knob on the coldest temp you can manage hoping to erase the visual you just created.

Maker. This was going to be a long supply run.

The time spent in the shower doesn’t have its desired effect, your muscles still taut and full of tension when you cover up with mixes of beige and cream to combat the heat of the twin suns on Tatooine. 

You watch the little green head of the child poke out the satchel his adoptive father has around him and respond with a wave to the child’s toothy grin from in front of you, letting out a chuckle when you see his three little fingers waving back. You stop when Mando’s helmet tilts in question and shake your head in disregard. He stops walking until you catch up with him.

He resumes once you’re next to him and he hovers his hand on your lower back, not quite touching you and it takes everything in you to not stop until his hand presses into you. 

“Stay close, Mesh’la.”

The market is busy considering how early it was in the day, but more than likely trying to beat the unbearable heat just like you. You fall a little behind Mando when trying to weave through the crowds, pausing every few stalls to find anything of interest for the three of you.

You’re distracted from your surroundings and reminded of your recklessness when you feel someone’s bare hand grab onto your arm and pull, turning your head towards your attacker—human—opening his mouth to voice whatever he wanted from you until you see immediate panic followed by his face being shoved onto a vendor table, his arm being twisted in an unnatural position behind his back.

Pulled out of your delayed reaction you look up at your expressive Mandalorian—not in the way of speaking but by the creaking of his gloves from his tight grip, almost vibrating with anger when he towers over the man despite his pleas to be let go. He doesn’t respond to the upset vendor when pallie fruits begin to fall off the table and into the sand.

Your mouth gapes open at the show of strength he exudes from manipulating the man’s joints and a heat simmers in your belly once again, arousal slicking your panties.

“Mando.” His name coming out far more breathy than you intended before trying again after clearing your throat. 

“It’s okay. I’m okay.”

You tentatively grasp the fabric of his flight suit from under his pauldron and his helmet snaps towards you, keeping his visor locked with your pleading eyes until he bends down towards the man with a snarl filtering through his vocoder, shoving him off the table.

He apologizes to the vendor and drops a substantial amount of credits into their hands and curls his hand around your lower back, his side brushing against yours when he pulls you in step with him—unaware of your building need for him to shove you down onto one of the passing tables and take what he wants.

Your chest heaves when the images you’re creating start to be too much and feel the need to escape to the ship.

“You know. I think the heat is starting to bother me so I’ll meet you back at the ship.”

Concern drips from his tone and he closes the distance between you again, extending a hand towards your shoulder but dropping just as quick. “Are you sure? We can l-”

“N-No. I’m fine. We need supplies. I’ll just meet you back at the Crest.”

You stroke the child's ear from inside the satchel and his visor never breaks from his attention on your face searching for distress, nodding his head when he doesn't find any and you speed towards the hangar.

You needed to get back to the Crest. Now.

You sigh in relief when gunship comes into view and greet Peli who dismissively waves back until she returns to yelling at her droids. You push the button to direct the ramp down to the sand and press it closed after rushing up the gangplank. You need privacy so every minute counts until Mando returns from gathering supplies.

The cold temperature of the hull is a welcomed feeling after being out in the hot suns for most of the morning. You squeeze your thighs together to create some sort of friction before you can step under the water of the ‘fresher.

You haphazardly throw your sweat soaked clothes onto the floor and step under the lukewarm water washing away the dirt and sand quickly just in case he returns immediately after you finish. The warm water makes your mind blank until the throbbing of your pussy brings you back to why you went here in the first place.

You replay your tried and true fantasy while trailing your hand down your stomach, your free hand circling your nipple until it stands at attention, creating a zap of pleasure that shoots down to your toes.

He’s railing into you on top of the control panel, uncaring of you accidentally hitting a button—his prized possession and that only makes slick pool from your entrance even more, mixing with the water that trickles down your inner thighs. 

You press your fingers on your swollen clit, still sensitive from your release earlier in the day. The thump of your head on the wall and the soft moan spilling out of your lips is almost muffled by the running water when you rub slow circles where you’re throbbing for release.

You can almost feel the friction of his chestplate on your bare breasts, keening from the phantom burn of it on your nipples—until he moans out what you've grown to enjoy in the almost affectionate tone it holds regardless of being unaware of the meaning. Cyar'ika.

You clench around your fingers when you pump them in and out of your entrance and rub the heel of your hand on your clit, your chest heaving in heavy pants. Your thighs tremble and you lean your body against the wall to keep your knees from buckling, wincing from the cold tiles against your back.

He’s moaning out your name so sweet, tone dripping with desire and spilling out praises of how good you feel with him inside. 

A knock breaks you out of your haze and you’re mortified when you realize him calling your name was in fact real. You wince when you pull your fingers out from where you’re still throbbing and place your palm on your chest to calm down your breathing from the ruined orgasm—your pulsing temples matching in synchronization with your erratic heart rate.

“J-Just a second. Give me a minute.” 

You curse under your breath and rush to throw your clothes back on wishing that you had brought some clean ones with you instead. The shifting of his boots tell you that he is waiting outside the door and is confirmed when you end up chest to chest with beskar.

His helmet flickers up and down your frame in a slow motion from your chest to the apex of your thighs where it stays. Embarrassment creeps up again that he might have heard you moaning out his name and you stare with wide eyes into the black slots of his visor. 

He makes no moves to allow you even space to breathe and your pants begin to fog up his helmet. You press your thighs together and try to hide the hitch in your breath when the seam of your trousers catches on your clit just right.

You clear your throat and tap the side of his helmet to lighten the mood. “What’s going on in that bucket of yours?”

You walk past him in an attempt to try to escape to your bunk once your question is met with silence.

“Heat signature.”

Your hair stands up and goosebumps prickle all over your skin at the drop of his voice, pausing your desperate pursuit to hide under your threadbare blanket for the rest of the day. 

“Heat signa-” Your mind splutters to catch up with what he said and your heart threatens to crash out of your chest when you understand the implication. You take a deep breath before you turn around to face him.

He clenches his fists in a tight white knuckle grip and his intense stare from behind the helmet has you scrambling to ask for forgiveness. Resigned already to being dropped off on the next planet after his next bounty or parting ways back at Nevarro.

Your stomach bottoms out when instead he tilts his head as he looks you up and down again, ogling you achingly slow. Embarrassment fades to white hot arousal and now you’re sure it’s being reciprocated. You walk towards him with a deliberate sway in your hips and his visor follows the motion, sliding your palms up his chest plate until your fingers find a spot from under his pauldron that isn’t covered by beskar.

So you take a risk.

“Want to know what I was thinking about?” You purr.

He nods and towers over you when he presses you against the wall and you have to tilt your head up to meet his gaze from behind the helmet.

“I was thinking about you bending me over that vendor’s table earlier. Claiming me in front of everyone. Then I was thinking about us in the cockpit and you thrusting into me on the control panel so hard that I have to press my hand onto the transparisteel to keep myself from sliding.”

“Maker…” He whispers under his breath barely picked up by his vocoder and rolls his hips experimentally against yours.

“Fuck, Mando.” Your eyelashes flutter when his growing bulge glides against your clothed clit perfectly. You grip on the soft fabric of his cowl for leverage, meeting his grinding with heavy pants and pull it down as best you can. 

Skin reveals itself and you can’t resist digging your face in. He smells of blaster residue, leather, and something earthy that is just him when you breathe his scent in selfishly and press your lips against his neck. 

The feeling of your plush lips and hot breath on his bare skin makes his head dizzy with want and one of his hands grasps the back of your head when he thrusts hard with a broken moan. He tilts his head back to allow you more room to explore with your mouth and you’re not unaware of the trust he’s giving you by letting you touch him.

He grabs your thigh and wraps it around his waist, the new angle allowing the head of his cock to bump against your clit. You keen with each building thrust and your eyes flutter closed when his loud groan echoes in the hull. 

It’s not enough and too much at the same time. 

“More.” You whisper in hot breaths on his jaw and alternate with nibbling and sucking on the revealed skin, discovering the stubble that peppers his jawline. He has facial hair.

“You’re so fucking warm. I can-fuck-I can see where you’re hot from my helmet cyar'ika...”

You should be embarrassed that he could see how much you ached for him all this time, but you’re too turned on to care. The nails of your free hand travel up his neck and coax their way under the back of his helmet until you selfishly discover his curls.

“Mando, ‘onna cum.”

“No.” He growls and pulls away his hips from yours, a dark chuckle coming out of his vocoder when you glare at him.

He doesn’t allow you time to complain when he towers over you again, this time directing you walk backwards towards his cot, his gaze unbreakable from yours even when covered by his helmet.

As soon as he crosses the threshold of his bunk, the door closes with a slam of his gloved hand, his chest plate glinting against the light with every heaving of his chest.

Maker, he’s really riled up.

“Do you want this…me?” He breathily exhales.

You pause at the nervousness radiating from him, a complete change from the confident man just a few feet away from where you’re at now. It’s almost as if he’s-

“Mando, have you never?” 

Your hands stroke where the beskar isn’t on his forearms and he flinches at first but relaxes from your touch.

“I have but I’ve never had it…mean something.” He trails off.

Oh.

You walk close to him until your hips meet again, a grin crossing your face when you hear the hitch through his modulator, and your fingers find their way to his cowl again.

“Yes. Want this. Want you.” You purr, peppering kisses between each declaration, gently biting his neck and licking the salt of his skin to soothe the pain.

You yelp when he quickly grabs your thighs to drop you onto his bunk and giggle at his haste to remove his beskar plates when you spread your legs displaying the damp spot on your trousers.

“Sweet girl.” He brokenly moans and trails his fingers on the hem of your shirt, rubbing circles just above the waistband of your trousers.

“Please. Can I?”

A shiver runs through you that this hardened warrior is begging and you coo. “Yes, baby. Waited so long for you.”

He urgently pulls off your shirt and your breasts spill out of the fabric of your breast band when it gets thrown blindly. He pauses to admire the curves before pulling off his leather gloves and you sigh in pleasure at the warmth of his calloused hands as he cups them.

He gets encouraged from your noises and circles his thumbs on your nipples, pressing you into the mattress pad, his cock twitching with every roll of his hips. You whine at the stimulation, the coil building below but never quite falling over the edge so you pull on his pants to convey what you want.

He gets the hint and pulls his cock out, swirling his thumb around the head as a pearl of pre-cum beads. He pumps his cock in faster strokes when you pull off your trousers, not expecting for you to be bare and glistening underneath him.

He leans down and presses his helmet against your forehead, unknowing of the meaning but intimate all the same. You push his hand away from his cock, greedily pumping him a few times before lining him up with your entrance.

His cock stretches your pussy as it breaches your core, just on the edge of pain from his girth. He gasps once he’s finally buried to the hilt and triumph fills you when his elbow buckles as he struggles to keep himself up.

“Fuck. Fuck. Give me a-sweet girl you feel so good. I need a-” He gasps and crushes you when you clench wet and hot around him, an apology immediately spilling out of his modulator.

You roll your hips to prompt him to move and he thrusts into you with a snarl, his cock brushing against that spongy spot from within your inner walls and pulling a moan out of you.

“How long?” He groans.

Your eyes flutter close and you bite your lip until you can taste something metallic on your tongue. “Since Cantonica.” Since you met.

He leaves the warmth of your cunt when he pulls out immediately and you whine from the emptiness, your hands searching to pull him back in. “Mando?”

He backs up from you and you’ve clearly said the wrong thing and-

His hand flicks off the light switch and suddenly you’re bathed in darkness, unable to even see your own hand in front of your face.

“Din.”

“What?” You respond blindly.

All you can hear is rustling of fabric and something heavy landing on the floor. It’s not until you feel his breath hot against your ear and the dip of the mattress pad as his knee leans on it that you realize he’s not wearing his helmet.

“My name is Din, sweet girl.” He purrs and you grip his shoulders to ground yourself, unexpectedly feeling his bare skin instead of his flight suit.

Your breath hitches at how warm he is and you greedily trail your fingers over his scars and promise to kiss every single one of them until all he can remember is the feeling of your lips. He interrupts your praise and crashes his lips against yours—sloppy and unpracticed but equally as eager in his fervor to inhale every bit of you.

He may not talk much, but that doesn’t apply in how he touches you, grips your hips like a vice and pushes himself back into your wet heat with an obscene groan. You hope it bruises, needing a physical reminder when you wake up sore and sated tomorrow morning.

Your nipples brushing against his chest is even better than you imagined now that he’s equally as naked as you are and his cock brushes against something amazing within you and he slams his hips in that spot when he feels your cunt pulse around him.

“Feel so good, baby.” You whimper and bury your fingers in his unruly curls, mussing them up even more with his harsh pace. 

Every tinge of pain from your pulling at his hair sends pleasure shooting up his spine and his hand finds your clit, circling it in tight strokes to push you over the edge as he hammers into you.

“D-Din-” Your orgasm slams into you, your cunt pulsing around his cock and he almost slips out by the force of it as your thighs tremble with the intensity, white hot pleasure behind your eyes and your cum dripping onto the pad.

He grinds into you to work you through your climax before following you into bliss, spilling his cum inside of you and gently thrusting to prolong his own. When he pulls out his cum leaks out of you and joins yours on the mattress. 

He hums and runs his finger through the lips of your cunt and you hiss from the overstimulation. His thumb pulls at your bottom lip and you open wide, humming with pleasure when he sinks his finger into your mouth to taste both of your cum together, swirling your tongue around him until it’s completely soaked.

He pulls his finger out of your mouth with a pop and pulls you into his side, laying your head in the crook of his neck. The tips of his fingers softly stroke your back and with his free hand he holds your own over his heart.

His soft touches and peppered kisses begin to lull you to a deep sleep, curled in the warmth that is the previously untouchable Mandalorian.

"Oh god, the kid." You leap up before being pulled back into Din's strong arms, his cock twitching back to life as it slots between your ass cheeks.

"He's sleeping. Now get back here, Mesh'la. I'm not done with you yet." He growls into your ear and your pussy clenches in anticipation of what's to come.

[catt-leya]

Hey lovely!

Could I request a fic that happens when they get attacked by the Claimers and Rick bites the neck of the leader of.

I’m curious about how you will portray readers reaction! Like shocked or scared ( or turned on, I mean nobody can deny that he’s hot full of blood)

Take your time babe!

Thannks💖

Surrender (18+) || Rick Grimes

Thank you so much for motivating me to write this because I think it's one of my favorite fics I've EVER written💗

For me personally, it's a little highlight and I'm proud of how it turned out 💗

It's a good dose of pain, fluff and angst with my well known smut 👀

Have fun sweeties 💗💗💗

Trigger: Mention of rape and my smutty stuff

For the hundredth time, I brush my long hair out of my face and curse the hair band that gave up this morning.

My fidgeting draws the attention of my fiancé to me.

He walks a few steps ahead of me through the woods with Michonne in an attempt to lead us to a place called 'Terminus' and now looks back over his shoulder at me, "Come here, babe."

Michonne and he stop and I walk up to him grumbling, "What is it?"

This whole situation annoys me beyond belief. Just a little while ago we could call a prison home and now that it's all been razed to the ground, all of our friends are either dead or scattered elsewhere and we're traipsing around after some tracks for hours AND I want to shave my head bald right now.

As soon as I'm near him, he grabs my arm and pulls me to him.

Annoyed, I roll my eyes, "Rick, unless you have a razor blade and you're going to cut my hair off, let's just keep walking."

Normally I love it, when he touches me, but right now I don't feel like doing anything at all and just want a roof over my head.

Instead of letting go of me, he turns my back to him, "I think I have a better idea."

Frowning, I look at Michonne, who looks at us like we're the cutest thing in the whole world. I've long gotten used to being looked at like that by our friends and I'm proud of it.

I met Rick at the very beginning when we were still stuck in Atlanta and over time we've gotten closer and closer. At first it was just about sex, but that night at the C.D.C. when Rick was drunk and sleeping with me, the first 'I love you' slipped from his lips and when we both realized how we felt about each other, it didn't stop at that one 'I love you'.

We became a committed couple and to be honest I didn't expect more because I already had everything I could want. But one night when I was on a shift at the guard tower with Rick, he pulled a ring out of his pocket and asked me if I wanted to be his wife.

We both realized that in this world, wearing a ring doesn't mean much anymore, but Rick admitted that he liked the thought of me wearing a ring and others seeing that I was taken. That I belong to him.

How could I have said 'no' to that?

I love him so much I didn't have to think any further and now here I am, impatiently twirling the ring on my finger, "And what would that glorious idea be? I know you love my long hair. I do too, but it's annoying."

Gently, he takes my hair back down my back and says softly, "Wait a minute."

I still look at Michonne questioningly because she's the only one who sees what he's up to, but I can't read anything in her face.

So I sigh softly and wince when I hear something snap, "What are you doing?"

Rick doesn't answer me and instead takes my hair and ties it up with something so it finally stops falling in my face.

I hold still until he says, "Done," his voice dripping with pride.

Surprised, I turn to him and reach behind me at the same time to find out what he used to tie my hair up.

My gaze slides over his body and lingers on the hem of his shirt, which now doesn't look intact.

I reach for it and shake my head in disbelief, "This was your plan?"

He shrugs, "I don't want you to be unhappy and it's just a shirt. I'm sure we'll find some new clothes soon."

In thanks, I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him softly on the lips, "Thank you."

I move my face a little away from him to release my lips from his, but he leans down and follows me to intensify the kiss.

Giggling, I slide my hand between us and press a finger to his mouth to stop him from sliding his tongue between my lips, "We have an audience."

Behind me, I hear Michonne murmur, "At least one who has consideration for me."

Moaning softly, Rick closes his bright eyes and murmurs, so softly that only I can hear, "I'm underfucked, babe. I'm starting to lose it, and your tight jeans aren't really helping."

In fact, it also feels like it's been forever since we last had sex, but so far there just hasn't been an opportunity to change that and I whisper back softly, "Sorry, but I quite like the jeans."

He gives a pained laugh and then says to Michonne as well, "We should get on the road. Maybe we can find a car there."

With the makeshift hair band, I'm in a much better mood and reach for Rick's hand.

It's so natural that he automatically slips his fingers through mine and we make our way hand in hand to the street.

In fact, we don't even have to walk far, and a car appears in the middle of the road.

Unfortunately it doesn't look like it will start, but with the car we would at least have some kind of roof over our heads now that the sun is setting and the trees around us are casting longer shadows.

We build a makeshift camp with a small campfire, which is slowly but steadily burning down and I crawl inside the car.

The old car seats are the most comfortable surface I've been allowed to place my butt on in a long time and I look at Rick and Michonne with half-closed eyes.

The last glow caresses his face immensely and my heart warms all over at the thought that I was so lucky that he chose me.

That in this world where everything is terrible, I was given the luck to meet the love of my life.

Who knows if we would have even met before if everything had gone differently.

Maybe I would still be trapped in my job that I hated and dating the same idiotic men who never respected me, let alone loved me as genuinely as Rick does.

Smiling, I look down at the ring on my finger and daydream when I hear a strange voice.

Alarmed, I look up and my heart slips into my pants.

A guy I've never seen before is holding a gun to my fiancé's head and Michonne is also being targeted by another.

I briefly think about sliding under the seat to figure out a way to get them out of there, but before I can finish the thought, the car door is yanked open and a guy grabs me.

I try to get away from him, but the guy lifts me out of the car, unfazed, and I hear Rick hiss, "Let her go."

The guy's paws dig into my hip and I try to kick at him.

He loses his balance and with me in his arms, he goes down.

As soon as we hit the ground, I try to get away from him, oblivious to the pain.

But he spins me around to face him and pushes me to the ground with all his weight.

Afraid of missing something and making the situation worse, I don't dare look in Rick's direction and I don't dare taking my eyes off the guy above me, which is why I only hear Rick's menacing voice: "It was me. It was me alone. They had nothing to do with it."

I have no idea what Rick is actually talking about, but I'm also way too busy trying to stop the asshole from pushing my legs apart and growling, "Let go of me."

Out of the corner of my eye I see Daryl appear out of nowhere and I don't care where he came from so suddenly, I just want him to talk these guys into letting us go.

I snap along something about "take mine", that's when the asshole leans over me and whispers with hellish breath, "I bet you'll be a really good fuck."

Pure adrenaline pumps through my veins and I try to push him away.

All I can think of is, please don't.

But he just grabs my arms and presses them against the floor above my head.

I barely register two men going at Daryl and realize how hopeless my situation is.

Every now and then Rick would also hold my hands above my head during sex and not even with all his strength.

Still, I could never budge and was forced to stay put.

The guy above me probably weighs twice as much as Rick and there I see no chance of getting away from him.

Again I hear Rick, "Let her go."

Tears unintentionally come to my eyes and I let go.

The more I struggle, the worse it gets and I immediately hear the guy unzip his pants, "You might even like it."

I think about Rick getting shot and me getting raped and then dying too.

The guy moves his hand a little and comes up against the ring, which draws his attention to it and he calls out to the man holding the gun against Rick's head, "The little bitch is wearing an engagement ring."

The asshole with Rick laughs, "Is that your little girl? This just gets better and better. First we kill Daryl, then we kill the bitch next to you, then we share your whore. Only then I'll shoot you. But don't worry, maybe we'll keep the chick. She's hot."

Tears run down my cheeks and I look that first to Rick.

His gaze is firmly fixed on me and I make up my mind that I will not break eye contact, no matter what should happen.

I feel the hard cock of the asshole above me against my thigh and silently form with my lips, "I love you."

Something in Rick's gaze changes and before I can even blink, he throws his head back and hits the guy behind him in the gut.

The shot that goes off passes and suddenly everything happens so fast.

Rick is on his feet, then gets knocked down and then somehow gets back to his feet.

Everyone stares at the two men and the brief hope I had is washed away as the asshole grabs Rick and won't let him go.

I wonder if I'm going to lose my fiancé now and the guy is going to rape me in the pool of Rick's blood.

Suddenly something happens that I didn't see coming.

Something no one saw coming.

Rick bites the guy's throat and rips it out with his teeth.

The guy above me freezes and I'm too perplexed to free myself.

Michonne and Daryl, however, use the moment to kill the others and I stare down at my fiancé, who spits out his throat and turns in my direction, covered in blood.

I can't take my eyes off him as he takes the hunting knife from his victim and fixes the guy above me, "He's mine."

That's the moment the guy wakes up from his stupor and stands up frantically. He takes a step backward, and Rick is already on him, stabbing.

Not just once, no, he stabs again and again, gutting my potential rapist.

Rick lets him fall to the ground and turns directly to me.

I can claim never to have been afraid of him, but the moment his eyes meet mine and I see that insane look, I flinch and it's a reflex as I begin to crawl backwards away from him.

The threatening rape and what I saw, make me back away from him more and more and only then he blinks several times.

Surprised, he drops the knife carelessly and his voice is harsher than it's ever been before, "Babe?"

He takes a step toward me and I slide back even further.

You could call it self-preservation instinct that I'm backing away from a much larger bloodied man who just a few seconds ago looked like he would just kill everything and everyone.

Slowly he drops to his knees and when he is no longer towering over me, my brain slowly picks up on what he is saying softly, "You know I would never hurt you right?"

I stare at his beard, normally streaked with gray and now glowing the deepest red.

No words escape my lips and he reaches out his bloody hand to me, "Babe, please. I would never hurt you. I love you."

Slowly his words get through to me and I push forward a little to reach for his with a shaky hand.

The relief in his eyes is impossible to miss as I let him pull me to my feet and he tries to speak to me as calmly as possible, "You're scared of me."

It's not a question, but a simple statement.

As soon as he realizes I'm standing securely, he immediately lets go of me and again says incredibly gently, "Please don't be afraid of me."

Now that I'm standing, I finally get my breath back and I can think reasonably clearly again.

I see the worry in his gaze and how tense his body is because he has to restrain himself from touching me and giving me the space I need.

I know he would never hurt me and I know he saved me and the others.

It's just the way he did it that I've never seen him do before, and in fact, I didn't think he was capable of such savage violence.

Slowly but steadily, my heart calms and I quietly clear my throat, "I know."

Rick looks like I've lifted a weight of a thousand tons off his shoulders and asks, "Can I give you a hug? I…I just want to hold you."

I don't even care that I'm soaking myself with blood as I fall into his arms, and that's when all the dams break on me and I shuffle against his chest.

My whole body shakes and Rick strokes my back reassuringly, "It's all right. I won't let anything happen to you."

I dig my fingers into his shirt and push myself even closer to him. Shorting, I breathe, "I thought he was going to shoot you. Oh my god. I thought we were all going to die."

Again and again he strokes my head and I hear him talking to Daryl and Michonne.

A short time later, turning to me, he murmurs, "Daryl and Michonne are moving the bodies and looking for something edible. Let me take you to the car."

Gently, he lifts my head and brushes the tears from my cheeks with his thumb, "It's all right."

Slowly I nod and let him lead me to the back seat of the car.

Rick opens the door for me and I quietly slide into the seat. As I look at him, I still can't believe we're all alive and that he really bit that guy's throat out.

It's starting to hit just how much the world can change you and what one person in need can be capable of.

What Rick did for me and the others is incredible and in a very morbid way it turned me on a little bit too.

Seeing him blow his last fuse is extremely scary and irritatingly, extremely hot.

It may be that it's the panic slowly subsiding and giving way to other feelings, but as he takes a step back, I reach for his hand, "Come here."

Because he would do anything for me, he approaches me again and I try to pull him to the back seat and thus to me, but he stops and says, "I need to wash up and you're still in shock, babe" in a soft voice.

Despite his words, I pull him towards me in a more determined way and he loses his balance at least enough to have to brace himself to the left and right of my legs to keep his face from landing on my stomach.

I grab his face with both hands and whisper, "I don't care and I'm fine. I need you now, Rick."

He takes a faltering breath, "I…Babe…You can't really want this right now. Not after that asshole almost…I mean and after what I did…I could understand if I disgusted you and you didn't want to let me touch you anymore."

I stroke his still damp beard, "I want you to touch me though, Rick."

The uncertainty in his eyes almost hurts me and when he says, "I saw how scared you were of me" my heart breaks.

Without thinking, I open my lips to explain, but he shakes his head, "I'm so sorry I scared you and I'm not sure how I'm going to make it up to you by burying you under me in this little car and you'll probably barely be able to move."

I release my hands from his face and reach for the button of my jeans instead and have to smile when he fixes his gaze on it and mumbles hoarsely, "Babe, please. I don't want you to feel constricted."

I lift my hips and pull my pants over my butt, "You won't hurt me or make me do anything. I'm not afraid of not being able to move under you either. I trust you and now I'm asking you to trust me too when I say I love you and want to feel you on top of me."

Unsure, he looks up at me and I reach for his chin, "Please, Rick."

For a brief moment I think he's going to get up, but he does carefully push himself over me.

He was also right that the car is pretty small and once he's completely over me, he can just barely brace himself without hitting the back of his head against the ceiling and his hip stays heavily on top of me.

Skeptically he looks me in the eye and I give in to the impulse I have and brush the curls that frame his face out of his face.

He closes his eyes and murmurs, "Is that okay?"

Gently, I move my hip against his and breathe, "More than okay."

When he looks at me again, his eyes light up and he reaches for my hand to breathe a kiss on my ring, "I love you. I love you so much. When I saw that asshole touch you and you looked at me, I lost it. I stopped thinking and wanted you to be safe."

I release my hand from his and reach for his face again to pull it to me and before I kiss him I whisper, "I know."

Just the first touch of our lips makes Rick groan and he can't hold himself up properly.

With a soft gasp, he lowers his torso further down on me and murmurs against my lips, "If it gets too much for you, I'll stop. I promise"

I know that too and put my head to the side so that he has access to my neck.

His lips glide over my heated skin and with every second I forget what got us into this situation in the first place.

I forget what Rick did and I forget what was almost done to me.

All I can think about are Rick's lips at the base of my breasts and his cock pressing hard against me.

He tries to balance on one arm to get my panties off, but the back seat is too narrow and he loses his balance, causing him to slip away and lie on top of me with his full weight.

Instead of panicking, though, I have to laugh and when Rick sees this, life returns to his eyes, "Sorry, babe."

Chuckling, I push him up by the shoulders, "Let me do it."

While I more or less blindly try to undress us enough for Rick to fuck me, he spreads little kisses all over my skin.

From my nose to my jaw, down to my neck, causing a strange mixture of amusement and arousal in me.

Awkwardly, I slide his pants, including boxers, over his butt and somehow try to arrange my legs so he can push himself inside me.

When his cock presses against my pussy, I moan softly and Rick smothers the sound with a kiss.

This time I don't stop him either as he presses his tongue between my lips and sinks into me at the same time.

Feeling him inside me after all this time is all I need to gasp his name and jerk myself tighter around him.

I'm trying to loosen my muscles and get used to his thickness when Rick hisses, "Holy shit. I can't take this for long."

I manage a quiet, "Sorry" and relax more with each passing second as he just waits motionless inside me.

I adjust myself as best I can under him and feel him twitch inside me before I kiss him gently and whisper, "Okay."

His blue eyes dance over my face as he pulls back and then sinks back into me.

Lovingly, I reach into his hair and pull him down to me so that my lips touch his ear, "You don't have to hold back."

I feel him tremble and press his hips harder against mine so I can feel everything of him.

Every little movement and twitch.

Instead of looking at me again, he buries his face against my neck, and there's something so intimate about the gesture that my abdomen starts to glow.

I feel his heavy breathing and how he is trying to give me what I need and not come himself already before me.

It's unusual to see him struggling for self-control like this, and the fact that he has to struggle like this himself turns me on beyond belief.

I bury my fingers in his curls and moan softly, "Harder. Please."

Just like always, he does what I ask and I hear him gasp muffled, "You are my world. I can't live without you."

I can't believe, his words make me rebel, causing my clit to bump against him and without warning the knot in my abdomen loosens and my pussy pulses around his cock.

He can't stand that either and I hear him almost whimper "Oh God" and he comes jerking inside me and lifts his face to kiss me messily.

When he takes a quick breath, I seize the moment and press a quick kiss to the tip of his nose, making him laugh softly, "I really should get out of this small car."

I playfully nudge him in the side, "I have to admit, this is starting to make me feel like a truck is parked on top of me."

Shaking his head he tries to get out of the car, "Well thank you very much."

He looks at me and the problem with that is he can't see when the car roof stops and he straightens up way too soon.

Before I can warn him his head is already banging against the roof and he hisses, "Shit car" while rubbing the back of his head with his hand.

Sighing, he gets dressed again and I also peel myself back into my clothes, which isn't much easier than undressing in the back seat.

Decently dressed, Rick reaches out his hand and helps me back out of the car, "You okay?"

Smiling, I shake my head, "Stop it already. I'm fine," and take his hands in mine.

The way the blue in his eyes grows warm never gets old and I know I will love him forever no matter what he does.

@hail-yourselves @bean-is-reading @chanlvr2 @criminalwalkingsupernatural @sunshinevirus @toxic-ink @kingtwhiddleston

[dyns33]

The Devil and the Cat 2

Matt Murderdock, Kingpin, really loves cats. 

And Y/N, a bit, maybe. 

           "I see what you tried to do."

           "Meow !"

            "No need to deny it, Murdock. And don't pout like this, it's not my fault. You did this to yourself."

For weeks now, Matthew Murdock had followed Y/N. Everywhere. He had followed her down the street, he had visited her at work, and he had waited at her place, continuing to treat her as if she were his.

No, worse, as if she were his cat.

When Y/N suggested he just find a new cat, a real cat, and not a cursed human or something, Matt growled, patting her gently on the head, saying 'bad', to punish her for her stupidity.

Then he started scratching the back of her neck again, asking her if she wanted some milk.

He also insisted on coming with her in the shower, and he had obviously decided that her bed belonged to him now.

At least he didn't force her to crawl, it was better than nothing. Pet play could be fun, but Y/N absolutely didn't want it with him.

Her relationship with the Kingpin was bizarre.

Now that she knew all his secrets and why he was like that, she understood a little better, she felt a bit sorry for him and she had to admit that she didn't hate him. Not all the time.

He still managed to be nice, even if he was less nice than when she was a cat. It was certain that Matt was more comfortable with animals than with humans.

Well, there were still times when Murdock didn't treat her like a cat. Especially when they were in bed. Anyway, Y/N hoped he wasn't doing that sort of thing with animals.

She really had no idea what their 'relationship', if you could call it a relationship, was.

Because she was still a journalist, who even though she wasn't going to use what he told her, kept looking for a way to prove he was the Kingpin, and he was... well, he was the Kingpin, besides being a lot of dangerous and weird things.

So it didn't really seem possible that they could get along. Not like when she was a little cat.

Obviously, he missed it a lot, since Matt had had the great idea to go get the artefact that had transformed her in the warehouse. He'd taken it home, presumably hoping to turn her into cat again, and that fool's plan had backfired, as evidenced by the ginger, blind cat now standing in the middle of her living room.

           "Do you realize that I don't know how to help you at all ? And therefore that you're going to stay like this for at least a week, if things go the way they did with me ?"

           "Meow !"

           "I'm warning you, I'm not going to call your friends, they might hurt me, thinking I'm lying, that I killed you and hid my body somewhere. Or they might take advantage of it to kill us both ! And don't bother thinking about real love's kiss. I don't love you, and you kissed me all the time, it didn't work."

           "Meeeeeee !"

           "What ? I don't understand what you want. If you're trying to be intimidating, it's not working, you're the cutest thing I've ever seen. Don't hiss at me, Mister !"

If she had been cruel, and had a death wish, Y/N would have kicked Matt out and she would have enjoyed her last week of freedom.

But she wasn't cruel, and cat Matt was just too cute, so she took care of him, hoping he'd turn back to human soon.

She also tried to treat him as much as possible as if he were still human, so that he wouldn't get offended. Which often happened, Matt taking on an annoyed look, which made him even more adorable. It was really hard.

There were also times when he himself forgot he wasn't a cat. Y/N understood that, she remembered very well when she took advantage of the warmth of his chest, or when she adored his hand on her head.

If she purred loudly, Matt Murdock was a real engine, a purring machine. Probably because he really wasn't used to being touched like that at all. Thinking about it, it was pretty sad.

For a few moments he was perfectly relaxed, then he seemed to remember who he was, he realized what was happening and he would bit her hand before jumping off her knees to go to sleep somewhere else.

As discreetly as possible, Y/N took pictures. She hoped he would never find out. He couldn't see them anyway.

Until he turned back, there were a few calls on his phone. Some people wondered where the lawyer was. But it happened that Murdock disappeared without warning from time to time, so no one really panicked, and especially no one thought to look for him at Y/N's.

It was still a relief when she woke up with a sleeping human Matt in her bed. Naked. Who held her firmly, preventing her from getting up.

He growled all morning, refusing to talk about what had happened, and making a little pout almost as adorable as when he was a cat.

At the same time, he continued to behave a bit like a cat, coming to lie down on the sofa, resting his head on her legs, waiting without saying a word for her to scratch his hair.

So he hadn't totally hated the experience.

But between being a cat and having a cat, Matt seemed to have a preference.

Everything went perfectly fine for several days, things were back to normal, as normal as possible with a ninja mafia boss adept at strange magic who had decided that she belonged to him.

Y/N had thought that after the incident, he got rid of this cursed object.

           "Ah. That's much better."

           "What ? What's much... But... No !" Y/N cried, opening her eyes, discovering that she had shrunk. But her cries, like her words, were meows.

           "Darling, I've missed you so much."

           "Asshole ! Motherfucker ! Son of a bitch ! Murdock, I hate you !"

           "Come back here. It's my turn!"

           "Your turn ?! You're sick ! If you touch me, you'll regret it !"

If anyone could have seen this scene of a blind man chasing a cat in an apartment, no doubt they would have found it funny and cute. It wasn't, at all.

Of course, Matt eventually grabbed Y/N, and he wouldn't let go, even when she bit his hand until he bled. He didn't react, continuing to cuddle her, smiling, rubbing his face in her fur.

After a while, Y/N accepted her fate, she calmed down, enjoyed the caresses and gave him the purrs he wanted. Matt was very happy.

He didn't let her go for a second, to enjoy his dear kitten as much as possible, taking her everywhere with him, to his work, in the street, and even to court.

Normally someone should have said something to him, but the judge seemed to like cats too. Or the judge liked Murdock. Or was scared of him.

Wasn't that against the rules ? Because almost no one listened during the trial, too busy watching the animal sleeping in Murdock's jacket, only her little head sticking out, which he nagged with a finger from time to time.

Y/N could have disrupted the trial if she wanted to, by meowing and jumping out of his shirt to run around, but she was too respectful of justice for that, even though she knew Matt would win no matter what.

Besides, she was tired and Murdock's chest was warm. She snored a little, which made the jury laugh, and when she yawned, everyone was certain that the Devil's client was saved.

Even though it wasn't all that bad, Matt treated her like when he found her the first time, and even better, a bit like a little princess, and even though she knew she was soon to find her body, Y/N was still furious and she decided to take revenge, behaving totally like a princess.

A very capricious princess. Climbing up the shelves where he couldn't reach her without having to use a chair. Sitting on his face when he slept. Peeing on his shoes. Biting the end of his cane.

But Matt found it all amusing. He didn't scold her once, snickering and saying she was a little bratty darling. Shit.

When she becomes human again, he was sad and disappointed, pouting again. But he didn't immediately try to change her into a cat.

           "You're not that bad like this either. I missed our conversations."

           "We never talk."

           "We could. Tell me about yourself, my kitten."

Either it was a real step towards her, or it was a technique for Y/N to let her guard down and accept Murdock as her lord and master.

Remaining cautious, she agreed to lie down with him and they discussed for hours. He had already told her almost everything, and Y/N was sure that he had researched her for a long time. But it was fun.

Several weeks later, they still had this weird relationship, Murdock coming over to be hugged, or to cuddle her silently after a long day, not caring at all that she was still looking for proofs to send him to jail.

Well, Y/N was almost certain that she was still trying to send him to prison. That was what she repeated to herself as she kissed him again and again on the neck.

That was what she swore to herself when she found out that Matt still hadn't thrown away that stupid magic thing, and they both woke up transformed into cats.

           "Oh. Again ?"

           "Murdock ! Why ?!"

           "No idea. I didn't do anything. Well, I just thought I missed being a cat. And hearing you little purrs. Then maybe I thought it would be fun that we are cats at the same time."

           "Why ?!" she repeated, struggling, as he lay on top of her.

           "I don't know. To see. You smell good. I'm going to lick you now, so you smell like me."

           "No !"

           "I wonder how it feels when two cats do it."

           "Do what ? You... NO !"

           "Darling, stop moving. Alright, I'll just wash you, I get it. We'll do it when we're human."

           "Okay. Uh, wait... No, not okay !"

           "Too late. I know you've wanted it for a long time anyway, no need to deny it."

Y/N continued to meow pathetically, unable to escape Matt who licked her head before falling asleep on top of her, purring. Again, she finally accepts her fate, purring along with him.

On the other hand, even if she couldn't escape him, as soon as she could, she would destroy this stupid artefact for good !

[browneyedhex]

He’s Safe With Me

"Pony..." You watch along with whats left of the gang as Dally rolls onto his back before giving his last breath. In the middle of losing your best friend you understood that it wasn't just Johnny that Dally worried about. He worried about Ponyboy too. He knew Pony was different from everyone, how could you not tell? There was so much that Pony was that he wasn't. Pony was safe, loved, cared for. He had a future ahead of him. He didn't fuck up his life like Dally did his. And Dallas didn't want any of that gone. He knew someone was gonna have to protect him when he was gone...Pony was the very last thing he cared for. Johnny was already gone. -flashback- "Promise me something Y/N." Dally starts out of nowhere as you were both laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling and sharing the last cigarette in his pack. You guys were meant to go to the convenient store and get some more, but the moment felt too heavy with importance. That night felt open for deep conversation and spared moments of silence to let yourselves think. "Yeah?" you ask, taking a drag before handing it over to him, but he didn't take it. He was like he was too zoned out staring at nothing above him to even pay attention to burning cigarette. "Promise me you'll keep Pony safe. He's way too innocent...I don't want him turnin' hard like me. It ain't like him...it doesn't need to be." You look over at him but he didn't look at you and that's when you knew he was serious. If something was troubling him or he worried too much he didn't make eye contact because then you would see the emotion in his eyes. He was always afraid of letting someone see how he really felt. And it wasn't because he was weak. He's just been too strong for too long that he wouldn't allow himself to crack. But that night...he did. And look where it got him- dead. He spoke too soon that night when he was in the car with you and Pony as he was rushing to see Johnny before his last few moments. The words he said to Pony made you realize just how lonely and fucked up Dally's life had been. "You'd better wise up, Pony... you get tough like me and you don't get hurt. You look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man." And again, he got himself hurt. All that bottling up and unchecked energy made him so impulsive that he got himself killed because he didn't know how to handle it. it was hard losing a friend, but you didn't see anyone else in the gang trying to get themselves killed like him. Since that you realized you needed to stop taking things for granted and love things more often...even the small stupid things.  Like watching sunsets with Pony.

You were getting ready to go ask him if he wanted to join you as you noticed it was getting close to the golden hour and you always thought it was calming to go in the backyard and lay down as you watch all the clouds and colors, seeming unbothered by no other presence. Just you and Ponyboy. "Hey Pon-" You gasp, opening the bedroom door that belonged to Soda and him. Ponyboy was throwing around what you could only guess as his schoolwork, sliding off his supplies off his desk in one swift motion before kicking the side of the desk, yelling and cursing in every word that left his mouth. You noticed his face was twisted in pain and tears were falling down his face as he picked up the blankets off the bed and throwing them at the window- followed by the pillows and he was working on pounding on the mattress but you took a few steps in. "Ponyboy!" He froze and he looked in your direction. Your heart ached as you saw his face- red and his eyes glossy with tears. He sniffled a few times and you rushed over with open arms- "Oh, Pony!" You wrap your arms around him and he falls to his knees, suddenly seeming weak but you went down with him. He started bawling and with your arms still wrapped around him, you began to rock him like you do to calm down a crying child. You heard him whispering to himself and it wasn't until you leaned in more to hear him, making your chin rest on his head. "don't go, don't go." He kept repeating and you furrowed your eyebrows. "What do you mean 'don't go?' " You mumble softly, rubbing his arms and continuing to rock him. It was calming to you too. He pushes himself away and wipes his face before pulling his knees to his chest, not wanting to make eye contact. "I can't lose anyone else!" Your eyes softened as you watched stare into the hardwood floor. "Aw, Pony, I ain't goin' anywhere." You promised. But he glares at you, "Johnny said that to me too once and now he's dead!" He started crying again and lick your lips, trying to think of a response. "I can't lose anyone else! I refuse to! Maybe I should turn cold like Dally so if something happens I ain't hurt!" He said and you shook your head frantically, "Pony, you're nothin' like Dal. No one is. Dal is Dal. And I'll be damned if you become like him! Shit Dal would roll in his grave if you tried to become him! He made me promise-" You stopped yourself there and shook your head, averting your gaze and you tried to make yourself not crying, remembering that night. It hurt to remember how close you two were. "Made you promise what?" he asks, looking over at you. "That you would always have someone to come to, someone to make sure you didn't turn out like him...he cared about you greatly, Pone...why do you think he said your name before he passed?" you ask softly and he looks away, "I don't know...I just hate losing people..." "Oof-" you said as he crashes his body into yours, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Please don't go." he said and you kissed the top of his head, holding him back. "I ain't goin' anywhere." He didn't say anything in response but it seemed you two stayed like that four hours, just holding each other. Soda came in and saw the moment you two were having and quickly back pedaled out of the room, shutting the door quietly. "Hey, Dal...it's me..." You sat criss-crossed on the wet grass in front of his head stone, picking at the grass by your shoes. It felt weird to talk to him, because you couldn't hear his smart ass comments or anything he would say. You hadn't visited in a while. It's only been a few weeks since he was gone, but you still felt guilty about not coming by often. It hurt to remember how close you two were. "Uhm...Ponyboy is still trying to cope, it's been uh hard y'know...with you being gone...I still think you're stupid for what you pulled and I hope you know damn well that if you were here I'd beat your ass.." you chuckle softly, feeling a tear roll down to which you quickly wiped away. "I've gone soft, huh?" you laugh weakly, thinking about what he would say. "You cryin' over me, now? I knew you cared" only for his deep laugh to follow. But there was just the sound of birds chirping and the wind picking up slowly, making you shiver. You stared at the headstone, looking over at the letters that spelled his name and when he was born to when he died. You really tried to soak in his name, thinking that if you didn't you wouldn't remember who he was. "Dallas...hmm...the name really fits you..." you mumble, feeling like you were going to crack soon. "I'm keeping my promise, you know...I hope you can see that -wherever you are...I'm sure you're in a good place. Just because you did bad things doesn't mean you're a bad person....even though you probably think otherwise...heh...you know what Johnny would say about what you pulled?....he would say you died gallant...Gallant, Dal- Gallant...something you've never heard yourself been called before, right?" you bite your lip, looking down. "Is Johnny with you? I hope he is...just keep him safe....Pony- Pony...He's safe with me." You started to break down, crying as you shove your hands onto your face so no one could see your face as you tried to think of all the shenanigans Dally would try to get Johnny to do even in heaven or wherever they were. Maybe they were haunting the streets in town. Maybe they've seen you around and watch over you and the gang...or maybe they're just stuck wherever they died. You don't know. You weren't sure you wanted to know. There was a lump building in your throat and you pushed yourself off the ground, revealing your face as you look down at Dally's grave. "Goodbye, Dallas. I'll always remember you....stay gold."

[randominagines]

Hiii could I get soulmate AU with Loki???

In this S.AU anything you draw on yourself will appear on your soulmates body, on the exact same spot. (Idk where I saw it, but idea isn't mine)

You can do whatever you want with this.

Maybe reader would purposely draw and write some stupid sh×t, or rather draw some beautiful patterns and flowers. Maybe it would become a war between the two in drawing, maybe they would just talk? Or not at all?

Perhaps they never will meet each other? Or they do, but than Loki is all like "WHY THE HELL WERE YOU DRAWING MALE REPRODUCTIVE ORGANS ON YOUR FOREHEAD." Or like questioning the reader about all of those quotes and lyrics. "What in the Valhalla is W.A.P.?"

thanks for this very lovely and funny request!

Pairing: Loki X neutral!reader

Warning: fluff

P.s. if you find any mistake please correct me, English is not my mother tongue and I want to improve. Reblog, if you can, it helps a lot, thank you💕

P.p.s. gifs belong to the creators.

Loki being your soulmate would include:

You waking up one day with "Hi, Pet." written on the palm of your hand, your heart skipping a beat and your excitement being bigger than how you expected it to be when you used to think about the whole soulmate possibility;

Loki, on the other side, not taking this things seriously at the beginning; he being curious as hell but mostly not sure that this is going to work for him since he has never been very good at love;

You drawing beautiful patterns and flowers on your body to communicate with him, your mind always filled with questions about how your soulmate could look like;

He writing lovely things from times to times, poetry, flirty comments and other stuff;

You finally deciding to write on your palm "what's your name?" after a couple of weeks in which you've been exchanging drawings, poetry and comments about random things about the both of you;

The two of you getting to know each other and staring to become more and more curious;

You waking up the following day with his name written in an elegant calligraphy on your forehead;

"SERIOUSLY?! ON MY FOREHEAD? THAT BASTARD!";

You being embarrassed to go around with "Loki" written on your forehead all day long but mostly being happy to finally know his name;

The war between the two of you starting from that moment on;

He drawing the worst types of mustaches, writing stuff on his nose and on his cheeks, aka yours, but never forgetting to write "Good morning, Pet." on his palm every single morning;

You deciding to get your revenge by drawing a penis on your forehead on your free day;

He waking up and widening his eyes while looking at himself in the mirror;

"Okay, that Pet crossed the line."; he cursing and using this as an excuse to finally come and see you;

He asking Heimdall for help and almost dropping his jaw as soon as he realizes that you're not from Asgard;

"Wait, so y/n is a...";

"A Midgardian? Interesting..." Thor being more shocked than Loki himself;

You being in your house, chilling on your couch, when you hear knocks at your door;

"Who is it?";

"It's me, Pet.";

Your body freezing and you almost tripping while standing up, your heart skipping a beat. His voice being even more heavenly than how you imagined;

"Loki?";

You whispering his name while opening the door, your heart pounding faster. Loki is nothing like you expected, he's better: his long pitch black hair framing his features and his blue eyes so intense that you can swear you've never seen more beautiful eyes in your life. You swallowing your own saliva;

Loki smiling at you, his eyes scanning your face and his stomach twisting;

He realising how much he actually underestimated the whole thing: he never quite believed that he could fall for someone because he was destinated to that person, but seeing you is something else;

He feeling the strongest attraction toward you, his whole body perceiving a real connection to yours;

He finding you absolutely stunning and cursing inside for how much he likes you;

"Why the hell are you dressed like you're from a remastered version of the middle age?!";

"Why the hell were you drawing male reproductive organs on your forehead?!";

He explaining to you that he's from another planet, his origins, his family story and something about his powers;

"Wait a minute, so do you always dress like this on your planet? I mean, not that I'm complaining, you look very good...";

Loki chuckling softly while staring at you;

"I told you I'm from another planet and I'm a God, a prince also and that's your first question?";

You laughing and asking him many more questions, your desire to listen to him telling you everything about his reality growing up while you spend the whole night talking to you;

"So my planet is called Midgard, that makes me a lovely Midgardian uhm?"

He laughing while staring at you, he feeling peaceful while sharing this cute little moment with you;

You telling him stuff about your life too, about your job, family, friends and loving the way he looks at you while listening closely;

He coming back to you many times in the following weeks, your interest and affection growing very quickly as you get to know each other;

He still writing "Good morning, Pet." on his palm every morning and you writing "Goodnight, Loki." on yours every evening;

You showing him your world: you making him taste your favourite foods, you showing him your favourite places and taking him to museums, theatre, cinema and parks while sharing your everyday life with him;

He liking Midgard when he's with you;

He being jealous when someone approaches you or flirts with you but forcing himself to keep calm and not use his powers among humans;

"I hate when people stare at you. I get that, you're gorgeous, but I can't stand this.";

He being overwhelmed by emotions: he's not good with these things but he feels that he wants to make you happy;

He loving how caring, patient and kind you are, he's honoured to see how you live;

He loving how much you like his powers, he using them just to make you smile;

He telling you about his mother and that she taught him everything about magic;

"Your mom sounds amazing.";

He smiling and opening up to you: "She is, you'll see.";

You parting your lips and smiling as soon as you hear his comments and realize that he wants you to meet his mom;

Loki telling you about his brother and father as well and taking awareness how how much he trusts you since he tells you stuff that is so intimate and important to him;

He being distracted but happy when he's in Asgard, he looks so immersed in his own world;

"Brother, you're spending such an amount of time in Midgard that I'm starting to think that you prefer it to Asgard.";

Loki finding himself thinking about you every single day, and also feeling a bit scared by the fact that he's developing feelings for you;

You, on the other side, being so happy and feeling so lucky to have him;

"I miss you, babe." you writing this on your leg one night, your heart beating faster while thinking about him; you knew he was busy for a couple of days because of his duties in Asgard, but you needed him to know;

He smiling while looking at his leg and deciding to rush to you;

"Loki, what are you doing here?";

He walking to you and cupping your face, his long fingers caressing your warm cheeks. His blue eyes scanning you while he softly whispers "I missed you too, Pet.";

He finally kissing you, his lips crushing on yours while he pulls you closer. You being surprised for a moment but immediately kissing him back, your arms crossing on his shoulders and your fingers running through his long hair;

He smiling on your lips, out of breath and with shining eyes: "There's a thing I need to tell you, but I didn't want to write it on my skin, I needed to tell you and look at you. I love you, Pet, my lovely Midgardian.";

You widening your eyes, your lips curving into a smile, while you tenderly caress his lower lips;

"I love you too, my God of Mischief.";

He feeling like he finally found his place.