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mrdixon · 1 year ago

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pairing: established daryl dixon x f!reader

wc: 5.9k

summary: pretty much trying to make Daryl jealous GONE WRONG !!!!

warnings: 18+ content, swearing duh, hair pulling, fingering, rough sex, p-in-v, unprotected sex, squirting, little bit degrading, some spanking,,,,

A/N: GOD this took way longer than it shouldve but writers block makes me want to shove my fingers in my eyes. anyway i hope this was worth the wait because i do not enjoy this as much as i should. BEWARE not fully proofread so i may come back to edit things im just so fucking tired and wanna get this out asap. also i personally dont believe that daryl would be the type to be this rough during sex but a guy can dream…

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Daryl was never the jealous type, he trusted you and your decisions so there was no point in getting jealous. He had you, you both knew it. So when a certain man in Alexandria started pursuing you, he didn't pay much attention.

It sort of bothered you, feeling kind of guilty that you wanted your boyfriend to be jealous. You guessed it was just cause you wanted him to be possessive, but he wasn't like that. He cherished you, held you carefully. Sure he liked people knowing he was your boyfriend, but he wouldn't go as far as to mark you up or do something rash in public. That didn't mean he didn't care about you, hell he loved taking care of you and loving you. He just preferred to keep your intimate life private.

You were outside in the front yard tending to some flowers when the guy pursuing you, William, walked up.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He grinned down at you, making you have to look up at him. Squinting from the sun in your eyes, smiling.

“Oh hey, what brings you here?” You replying in a friendly tone, wiping the dirt off your knees before standing up and taking your gloves off. You could feel William’s eyes trail down your body and you mentally eye rolled.

“Just… y’know. Hanging around, taking a walk… Whatcha’ up to?” He murmured, clearly distracted.

You laughed sarcastically, “just fixin’ up these flowers. Couple of kids ran over them yesterday.” William nodded absentmindedly, staring at everything but your eyes.

“Uhuh… poor dog…” He mumbled, clearly not paying attention to anything you just said and it took everything in you to not just flip and slap him across his stupid face.

The front door opened, Daryl walking out with his crossbow on his back, covering those angel wings on the fabric of his vest. You looked up at the sky as if thanking some kind of god for sending Daryl to save you. Though to your misfortune, he wasn’t staying for long.

“Jus’ goin’ out huntin’,” he murmured gruffly and kissed your cheek briefly, nodding towards William before walking down the street towards the gates. Your eyes trailed after him sadly while your shoulders slumped, nibbling your lip to stop yourself from calling him back.

“Uh (Y/N)? I was wondering if you wanted to accompany me to pick some berries later, I could even make you a pie with them if you’d like…” William broke through your thoughts and you thought for a bit. One half of you was telling you to say no, but the other half sort of wanted to make Daryl jealous. Or at least try. Ultimately you decided on the second option, this could be fun…. right?

“Sure, later then?” You smiled at William, watching as he looked down towards your chest again, a slight scowl appearing on your face.

“Mhm… I’ll pick you up later then,” he mumbled. You immediately broke out into a smile once he looked up at you again, you just nodded before turning towards your home. Your smile dropping once you entered the house.

The hard part was getting through the afternoon with William, the aftermath with Daryl would surely be the best part.

You sat in the kitchen, doodling in your notebook as you waited for William to come pick you up. Around this time Daryl came home, removing his muddy boots knowing how much you hated when he made a mess in the house before walking into the kitchen to find you with your back to him. You could feel his gaze trail down your body, keeping still particularly around your legs, which were shown off by the shorts you were wearing. Unlike William, you quite liked when Daryl stared at you like this.

You giggled once he came up behind you and wrapped you up in his big, strong arms. Planting soft kisses along your neck and exposed shoulders. “Mmmh… ma girl dress up fer me?” He grumbled, turning your chair around to get a closer look at you. You felt a sense of pride as he bit his lip, admiring your legs, more specifically your thighs which he squeezed affectionately. You weren’t wearing anything extremely extraordinary per se, but it was new to him. You usually covered yourself up for no particular reason, maybe it was your subconscious teasing Daryl since you knew how much he loved seeing you, every part of you. You were just simply wearing a lower cut tank top along with some jean shorts you pulled up in the back of the closet.

He grunted, moving his lips underneath your jaw and planting teasing kisses there, causing you to giggle, “I didn’t dress up for you… I’m going out.” You smiled, rubbing the stubble at his jaw with your thumb.

He jerked his head back slightly, furrowing his brows. “Goin’ out without me?” He snorted jokingly, running his fingers through your hair, gently massaging your scalp which elicited a soft moan from you. “Sounds like you wanna stay home wit’ me…” He huffed, kissing your neck again more forcefully. His hands squeezing at your sides as if trying to convince you to stay home.

You groaned, pushing him back, his hands sliding down to your hips. As much as you’d like to stay home and continue this with him… You were on a mission. And it was to make this man in front of you get jealous. It was like your one fantasy about him, treating you like you were nothing but his. Using you to satisfy his needs, fucking you roughly…

“Sorry baby, I promised to help…” He narrowed his eyes at the nickname but shrugged it off, instead frowning. Rubbing circles into your hips.

“Who ya goin’ with?” He mumbled, burying his face into your neck. Gently pecking any skin he could get his lips on. Your shoulders shook softly as you chuckled, your fingers in his hair.

“William, he asked to help pick berries so he can bake us a pie.” You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant about it.

“Err William, the guy you were talkin’ to earlier? The guy who has a painfully obvious crush on ya?” He furrowed his brows questioningly, was it finally working?

You rolled your eyes, “well yeah. That doesn’t mean I can’t be friends with him though, right?” He narrowed his eyes, moving his hands down to your thighs and shrugging.

“Guess so, wha’s the harm in that?” He murmured, rubbing his thumb against the flesh of your thigh. A spark of warmth pooling into your stomach at the gesture, “jus’ be careful. I trust ya, I don’ trust him though. I see the way he looks at ya.”

You sighed, slightly disappointed you couldn’t wring out a bigger reaction from him. Nodding in understanding you responded, “yeah I know. But don’t worry he’s a good guy, I can see it.” You lied smiling, hoping he wouldn’t see through you. He squinted at your defending of William, but again he shrugged it off.

“Well alrigh’, have fun then.” He kissed your cheek, removing his hands from your thighs. The warm feeling leaving you with his hands. You stood up, closing your notebook and wrapping your arms around his neck. Kissing him tenderly, his arms wrapping around your waist as he kissed you back happily. His arms held you in place as his kisses moved down to your chin and onto your neck, softly suckling at the skin causing you to giggle and squeeze him back.

The knock at the door catches you both off guard, Daryl letting you go reluctantly after kissing your lips briefly. You sighed not wanting to leave him but you knew you had to if you wanted to see a jealous counterpart to your boyfriend. As you walked towards the door he gave you a small pat on your ass, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

You grinned at him before opening the door, William’s eyes immediately blazing down your figure. You could hear Daryl snort behind you causing a smirk tug at the corners of your lips. Deciding to tease Daryl a bit you chuckled at William, “like what you see?”

William was caught off guard by your comment, obviously never hearing you give in to his advances, “oh yeah very much…” You smirked, nudging William playfully.

Daryl stood still behind you, leaning on the wall with his arms crossed. “Yeah you bring ‘er back before 7 pm. An’ don’ try anything’,” he said jokingly, but there was a hint of seriousness in his tone.

William straightened up, he was well aware of your relationship with Daryl but it never stopped him. “Of course… I’ll make sure she’s well… taken care off.” He hovered his hand onto the small of your back, you took the opportunity and placed his hand firmly on the area. Smirking at Daryl.

“I’ll see you later then…” You grinned, placing an arm around William’s shoulder. You cringed in your head, doing all this with William was probably fueling his desire for you. The thought sickening. But by the look on Daryl’s face, it was working. His eyes narrowed, nodding slowly while he nibbled the inside of his lip. He waved to you, keeping an eye on William’s hand on the small of your back while he shut the door to your house.

You sighed deeply now that you were alone with William, slowly moving out of his grasp discreetly. The man grinned at you which you returned with an awkward smile. Now for the hard part, actually hanging out with this guy.

After an agonizing 3 hours of picking berries while flirting with this guy he finally brought you home, after 7 pm, just so Daryl can get a bit more angry about that. You knocked on the door, hearing heavy footsteps come closer before Daryl opens the door.

“Hey… it’s like 8pm,” he murmured, kissing your cheek. You smiled, turning to William.

“Oh well I just had soooo much fun with William, he is such a great guy!” You exclaimed over enthusiastically which Daryl found odd but he shrugged it off, eyeing the man behind you. Who was licking his lips while looking down your back.

“Is that so…” Daryl mumbled skeptical of you two. The other day you were just complaining about how creepy this dude was, and now you’re talking him up like he’s the best person in this fucked up world?

Your eyes twinkled once you realized your teasing was getting to him, deciding to push it and hug William, reluctantly giving him a kiss on the cheek. He of course, hugged you back happily, his hand trailing lower down your back….

You gasped as Daryl grabbed you before William could touch you further. “Okay tha’s enough, goodbye William.” He grunted and slammed the door in his face.

You bit your lip in anticipation, looking up at Daryl who was fuming. “Hun…?”

“What the hell was that about?” He grumbled, pulling away from you. You tilted your head innocently, walking up to him.

“What do you mean?” You asked gently, running a hand down his chest. Which he grabbed forcefully, throwing it back.

“You think tha’s funny?” He growled lowly, his eyes glaring at you enraged. You chuckled, not taking this seriously because it was what you wanted. Stepping towards him with a seductive look on your face.

“Aww is my Daryl jealous?” You hummed playfully. He stared at you in disbelief, running his hand through his hair, a loud grunt escaping him as he paced the room. Your face dropped immediately, definitely not the reaction you expected.

“Tha’s what that was about? You tryna get me jealous? Yer fuckin’ kiddin’ me girl,” he spat agitated. You just stood there looking down at your fingers, not expecting this to backfire so badly. “Shoulda jus’ fucked him at that point. The asshole was practically fucking ya with his eyes.” He growled lowly, pacing around you.

“I didn’t mean to—” You started softly.

“Didn’t what?!” He yelled causing you to flinch, he rarely raised his voice at you. Just by this action alone you knew he really was angry, not just frustrated, pissed. Off.

“I just wanted to… get you angry,” you mumbled, refusing to look him in the eye.

“Well ya did, happy?” He grunted, standing in front of you with his hands on his hips. A stern look on his face, “I didn’ even care if ya wanted to hang out with the guy. But goin’ as far as to kiss and touch up on ‘im. Not fuckin’ funny. Especially when ya’ve been complainin’ about him all week, wha’s wrong with you?”

“I didn’t… actually kiss him y’know…” you argued softly, looking down ashamed of yourself.

“Not the point. It’s the fact that you, flirted, acted invitingly, and even kissed a guy on the cheek who’s been tryna get wit’ ya, invitin’ him fer more. Hence the way he almost grabbed your ass. You led him on, purposefully to get a rise outta me.” He said through gritted teeth, his gaze piercing.

You sighed, realizing how out of line you’ve been acting. Your own lustful desires leading you to act out stupidly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean for this to go this far.” You whispered, looking down embarrassed.

He took your chin, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. Fury flashing through his blue eyes, his breathing heavy. “I bet,” he grumbled, harshly letting you go before walking upstairs to your shared bedroom. You stood downstairs, beating yourself up mentally for acting like an idiot. The door to your bedroom slamming shut as Daryl locked himself up upstairs.

You groaned, digging your palms into your eyes frustratingly. Not liking the outcome of this at all, instead you were left needy, ashamed, and with your boyfriend angry at you.

A few days passed and Daryl was still rightfully so angry at you, ignoring you and giving you the cold shoulder. Still, you couldn’t help but feel annoyed. Was he really that angry?

You found your boyfriend outside on the front porch sharpening his knife, his muscles flexing slightly by the force he used. The longer he stayed angry at you the more desperate you got. You were practically aching for his touch, to feel him against you.

“Dar?” You said quietly, stepping out onto the porch. He didn’t turn his head but you could see his eyes shift up towards you, grumbling something you couldn’t quite make out before returning his gaze on his knife. You frowned once you realized he was ignoring you again, moving to sit down next to him, to which he immediately stood up and holstered his knife. “Can you just talk to me?” You sighed exasperated.

“Dun’ wan’ ‘ta talk.” He mumbled, stepping into the house. You followed him in, slamming the door behind you. Daryl spun around, glaring at you. “The fuck do you wan’?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. “Can we just talk and be fucking mature about this?”

“Yer one ‘ta talk,” he grumbled under his breath to which you rolled your eyes at.

“I said I was sorry, I really am Daryl! But you’re being so unfair, you won’t even kiss me.” You threw your arms up before running your hands through your hair, all he did was roll his eyes and shake his head.

“Whatever, you pull tha’ shit on me then you get what you get,” he grunted before turning to head into the living room. You watched your boyfriend’s back angrily as he exited from the conversation.

“Fine,” you grumbled to yourself, stomping upstairs. If he wanted to play this game then you were too, wanting to see how long it’d take for him to snap. Rummaging through your closet you decided to put on a very, very short skirt. Wondering to yourself as to why you even have this in the first place, well first time for everything. You made sure to put on a pair of panties that you knew for sure would drive Daryl crazy, finally finishing the outfit with a tight fitting tanktop. After looking at yourself in the mirror you snorted, you looked ridiculous for sure but maybe it’d work.

You made your way down the stairs quietly, walking with a little sway in your step. Daryl wasn’t shy about his attraction to your body, he loved having his hands on you so you were curious to see what he would do seeing you like this. Especially having not touched you for days now. You moved swiftly into the living room where he was sitting on the couch smoking, you felt his eyes immediately shift over to your body, a shift from where he was sitting.

“Wha’ are ya wearin’?” He grunted, his voice a slight rasp while he looked you up and down. You turned to him, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

“It’s a little hot today… s’all.” You chuckled, moving towards the disc rack. It held a lot of cds for music, the two of you never played anything because of how outdated it was but you went over to look at it anyway. Hearing the way he choked once you bent over to check out the bottom of the rack. You moved onto your knees, reaching under the rack to grab, nothing. There was nothing under the rack, but his breathing was getting heavier and you knew he would give in soon.

You sat on your knees, turning your head over your shoulder to look at him. Smiling once you met his eyes, he was already looking at you with parted lips. His cigarette sat between his index and middle finger, nothing but a mere object as he already forgotten about it. His leg crossed over the other while his eyes started at your own, slowly moving down to your lips. Then the swell of your neck, down your back, and of course over to your ass which was peaking out from under your skirt. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the lace fabric of your panties, contrasting beautifully with the colour of your skin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, from the look in his eyes you knew he was aroused. You just had to push him further to get him to actually act on it…

You stood up slowly, making sure to flash him a little of your panties. He coughed, putting out the cigarette as you walked up to him. Slow and seductive. However he kept his eyes ahead, you would’ve scoffed if you were still in a mood but you were far too aroused to do all that. He was stubborn and you praised him for it, after all you were both the same. You lightly traced your fingers up his forearm, towards his bicep, and then over his shoulder. Standing behind him as you leaned down next to his ear, “what’s that look for?” You whispered low and sultry.

“Wha’ do you think yer doin’?” He murmured quietly, his breathing shortening. You smirked, placing a soft kiss under his ear, his breath hitching as you do that. “(Y/N).” He said lowly, your hands moving from his shoulders and down the front of his chest, slowly making your way down to his belt. Looking over his shoulder and noticing the huge bulge in his pants, a sense of pride flowing through your body at the effect you had on him. He uncrossed his legs due to the tightness in his pants, groaning softly as your hands moved down towards his thighs, teasingly avoiding his erection.

“I’m not doing anything,” you whispered in his ear, causing him to shudder back onto the couch. His breathing shallow and hot while one of your hands moved towards the erection.

“Don’t.” He muttered, grabbing your wrist. He flicked your hand back away from his crotch, suddenly getting up and turning to face you. His eyes were narrowed and full of fury, but most importantly. Lust.

His piercing blue eyes looked at you with a hungry gaze, stepping around the couch to stand closer to you. Nibbling the inside of his lip as he stared at you, especially your exposed thighs. He abruptly picked you up and tossed you over his shoulder carelessly, causing you to shout out in protest. “Daryl! Put me down!”

”Shut it.” He growled lowly which for sure shut you up quickly. He moved through the house with ease, walking up the stairs and making his way towards your shared bedroom. His fingers dug into your thighs possessively which drew out your excitement even more, wondering what he would do to you. He walked into the bedroom with you over his shoulders, shutting the door with his foot and throwing you onto the bed, eliciting a small yelp from you. Your eyes were wide when you met his own, his jaw clenched at the sight of you laying on the bed in the provocative outfit. He grunted, crawling onto the bed and up to you. Rough and calloused hands gripping onto your thighs as he pushed them apart, a raspy groan leaving his mouth as he saw your soaked panties. “This whatcha’ want?” He murmured with a hint of amusement, running a finger over your slick covered panties.

“Daryl,” you gasped, closing your eyes. His free hand shot up to grab your face harshly, your eyes opening in shock.

“You look at me, ya ain’t gettin’ outta this one easily girl.” He drawled, letting go of your face as he removed his finger from your panties, “and I don’ wanna hear a word from tha’ pretty little mouth of yours unless I say so, ya hear me?” You nodded slowly as you met his intense gaze.

“Good girl,” he murmured which had you throbbing around nothing. His hands grabbed at the collar of your tanktop, ripping it off your body easily. You gasped, wanting to scold him for ripping it but you kept quiet as to not anger him even more. His eyes rolled back in arousal when he saw you weren’t wearing a bra underneath the top, “such a fuckin’ tease.” His hands groped at your breasts, your nipples hardening under his touch as you let out a quiet moan. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on one of them, licking around the bud before biting down harshly. A loud groan left your lips, causing him to growl and pull away.

Your eyes searched for his while you panted softly from the loss, his hands gripping your waist and flipping you over onto your stomach before grabbing your hips and lifting them up so your ass hung up in the air. “Hold yerself up baby,” he grunted. You did as you were told, placing your hands underneath you and onto the bed while pushing yourself up so you were on your hands and knees. Blushing profusely from the position you were in, trying to turn your head to look back at him. He slapped your ass once, a groan escaping you at the contact before his hands started pulling off your skirt, tossing it onto the floor haphazardly leaving you in your lace panties.

He sat up on his knees, teasingly running two fingers over the waistband, lifting it off your skin only to let it go and have it snap against your hips. You jolted slightly, one of his hands rubbing your ass softly before slapping it again. He leaned closer towards your ear, biting your earlobe before whispering gruffly, “don’ think ‘m gonna be gentle tonight. No, you got yerself into this.”

You whimpered as he pulled away, a big hand grabbing at the crotch of your panties and ripping them apart. The same hand running its fingers through your slick causing you to moan, your arms shaking momentarily. It didn’t take long before two thick fingers plunged themselves into your tight entrance, the sudden intrusion causing you to cry out, “Daryl! Wait!”

“Shut up,” he grunted. Forcing his fingers in and out of you roughly, the pain mixed with pleasure only made you wetter, groaning softly. The obscene noises of his fingers thrusting into you at that speed echoed through the small space of your bedroom, your moans getting louder as you got closer to your orgasm.

But just as you were about to reach that sweet release he yanked his fingers out of you, bringing them up to you and shoving them into your mouth. Immediately your tastebuds were met with the taste of your own arousal, “suck.” He growled lowly to which you obliged, sucking on his fingers that were covered in your juices. He groaned as your tongue slithered between his two fingers in your mouth, reaching down to adjust himself in his pants.

He removed his fingers, moving behind you once more and giving you a little tap on your bum. While you kept your head straight forward, looking at the wooden headboard. You heard the clink of his belt being undone, soon pulled out of his belt loops. You breathed heavily out of your nose once you heard the sound of the belt being tossed aside, hitting the floor with a slight thud. The heat pooling between your legs was getting hotter, throbbing with need as you waited patiently. Your arms were burning from holding yourself up while your stomach swirled with anxiety and excitement.

You heard him shuffle behind you, his pants soon joining the rest of the garments on the floor. His eyes were on you the entire time, though you couldn't see it, you could feel it. By the way his breathing deepened seeing your pussy clench at nothing, the way a low purr sounded from the back of his throat, and the way your skin burned from his lustful gaze. When it got a little too silent you turned your head back, you eyes immediately meeting his. He peered at you through his eyebrows, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves and rolling them up over his elbows. Biting your lip when you saw his forearms, sprinkled with random tattoos here and there. Ones you’d kiss over when he'd make gentle love to you, but it would be different this time.

You couldn't look any lower from the position you were in, settling to look back at the headboard. Which had definitely seen better days. A small gasp left your lips when his large hands suddenly grabbed at your hips, engulfing them completely. His touch wasn't gentle. His calloused hands rubbed at your hips harshly, squeezing and pinching your sides resulting in you mewling softly from the tinge of pain. Suddenly, a slap sounded through the room as his thick cock landed on your ass. A low groan escaping him as he slowly rocked himself against you, rubbing his length between your asscheeks.

“Daryl….” You whined, moving your hips back against his cock. His hand made contact with your ass again, the slap echoing through the room as he pulled his cock away from your ass.

“Wha’ did I say?” He drawled lowly, rubbing the area he just smacked, spanking you once more causing you to jolt. “Answer me.”

You whimpered at the sting, your skin turning a bright red. “No speaking unless asked…”

He spanked you again on the same buttock, eliciting a moan from you this time. “See? Ya know the rules so why do ya not listen?” He tutted you, hitting your other buttock. He sighed, placing his thumbs on the folds of your pussy, spreading them and teasing a finger at your entrance. Just circling it around, not entering you. “Yer such a bad girl.”

You whined, trying to push back on his fingers, desperate for something to ease the ache in your core. He pulled back once again, slapping your pussy. The action sending a wave of pleasure through your body though it was harsh, a quiet mewl slipping out your mouth. Your arms were slowly getting tired of holding yourself up, moving down to your elbows which made your back arch. He grunted, running a hand down your back and into your hair before suddenly gripping it, pulling you up harshly against his chest. You cried out in pain, his lips against your ear while his fingers remained gripped in your hair. “Yer not listening again. I told ya to hold yerself up, so do it.”

He threw you back down, your eyes teary as you placed your hands down again to hold yourself up. His hands found place on your hips again, the rough feel of his palm against your skin made you shiver. One hand left you to grab his cock, teasing it around your clit. “Ya wan’ me to fuck ya, don’cha?” He murmured teasingly after hearing your impatient whines. He chuckled, finding your desperation amusing. “This is wha’ ya wanted, isn’ it?” He slapped the tip of his cock upwards against your clit, your wetness only fueling the sensation further.

“So fuckin’ wet,” he murmured, circling his tip around your entrance. The longer he teased you, the more you were willing to speak up. You moved back on him, his cock slipping into you slightly before he hissed and pulled out.

“Jesus fucking christ can you just fuck me already?” You snapped, earning a spank from him once again. You groaned, already sick of his teasing. “Daryl if you don’t—”

He suddenly shoved his whole length into you, the stretch painful as he started thrusting in and out of you hard. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size, crying out. “If I don’? Yer just gonna find someone else to fuck ya?” He growled gruffly, his hips snapping against yours.

Pleasure soon overpowered the pain, a loud moan ripping itself out of you. He groaned in response, squeezing your hips as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, making an erotic symphony that heightened the both of your arousals. “Not gonna answer me? You’d jus’ let anyone fuck ya huh?” He grunted, the tip of his dick hitting closer towards your sweet spot.

You cried out once again, tears of pleasure brimming at your waterline, shaking your head at his question. Your fingers gripped onto the bedsheets below you, your biceps burning which made you just want to drop down onto the bed while he fucked you senseless. His fingers found themselves in your hair again, tugging you upwards so your back was against his chest, growling into your ear.

“Wha’ was tha’? You’d let anyone fuck ya, righ’?” He grunted, thrusting up into your sweet spot, eliciting a loud whine out of you. “Yer such a filthy slut, ya know tha’?” He bit at your neck, leaving a mark that was going to be hard to cover.

You clenched around his cock at his words, shaking your head slightly while he tugged your head back further against his shoulder. “No…” You moaned weakly, the pain from him pulling your hair was even more arousing than you thought. The tears in your eyes spilling over and down your cheeks.

“Yeah yer mine… This pussy?” He mumbled, reaching down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, your back arching as you cried out in ecstasy. “This pussy is mine, only mine ya hear me?” He let out a primal growl, tugging your hair once more.

“Yes! Yes Daryl only yours!” You cried out pathetically, your walls clamping down on his cock as it moved in and out of you at a punishing speed. He grunted approvingly, releasing his grip on your hair which caused you to fall over, landing straight onto your face into the pillows. His hands then gripping at your ribcage, just under your breasts as he pounded deep into you, hitting that same spot over and over again. “Fuck… Oh shit, Daryl..” You whined into the pillows, the bed creaking under the movements.

He pulled you up again, his hands still under your breasts while he whispered in your ear. “Ya gonna be a good slut for me now?” He grunted lowly, you nodded vigorously as moans continued to escape your mouth. “No one can fuck you like I can.” And with that he held you just enough to push himself deeper into you, making sure you feel every inch of his cock invading your tight heat.

The small space of your bedroom soon shifted into a safe, intimate haven in which you two created. Full of your moans and his grunts, skin slapping against skin, while the bed rocked under your movements. You felt a familiar feeling building up and you knew you were close, clenching around him as your moans got whinier and breathy.

He groaned, feeling your walls tighten around him, thrusting deeper into you. You whined at the feeling, anticipating the soreness you’d feel in the morning. “Daryl…” You whined, “I’m gonna cum.”

He growled, pulling you up against his chest again, a hand near your throat while the other moved between your thighs. “Ya really think ya deserve to cum?” He groaned, his breathing a little ragged from his own orgasm building up. His fingers moved to play at your clit again, tugging it as he thrusted sloppily into you. “Go on.”

You mewled softly, turning your head to his. He grunted, his lips meeting yours messily. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and exploring the depths of it while bringing you both closer to the edge. You bit his lip, earning a whimper from him as your walls clenched around his cock, reaching your climax. His hands jumped up to your breasts while you screamed in ecstasy, pulling your nipples while speeding up his pace.

Your back arched, the pleasure getting overwhelming as he continued to delve deeper, abusing that sweet spot inside of you. “Fuck! Daryl too much!” You cried, reaching back and grabbing his hips. But it didn’t stop him.

“I told ya, ya aren’ gettin’ out of this easily,” he grunted, his hips maintaining his pace while you felt something else squirt out of you. The slippery liquid slipped out of your pussy, slithering down the base of his cock and onto the bedsheets. A rough moan tearing through your throat before collapsing down onto the bed, feeling him pump his cum into you.

“Holy shit,” he murmured, stilling inside of you as he emptied out inside your cunt. He chuckled, pulling out of you and letting the rest of your body fall onto the now wet sheets. “Haven’t seen ya do that before,” he sighed, patting your ass before falling down next to you. “Ya got wha’cha wanted?”

You looked at him tiredly, the tears on your face dried, your voice too hoarse to even respond. Settling for a gentle nod and a small, “I win.” He chuckled, shaking his head before leaning back and closing his eyes. He was also extremely exhausted.

You lay there, unable to move and felt his cum slowly drip out of you. It almost felt uncomfortable but you couldn’t be bothered to get up and clean yourself, wanting to lay there and sink into the sheets. You sighed contently, scooting closer to him and burying your face into his chest. He grumbled, his arm wrapping itself lazily over your waist. You smiled to yourself, closing your eyes as you felt the rush of satisfaction. Sure you were going to feel absolute pain once you woke up, and maybe you wouldn’t be able to walk or speak for a while. Nevertheless you had finally got yourself fucked rough by a jealous Daryl, who was no longer mad and pushing you away. The issues led up to something amazing for the both of you. Maybe you should get him angry more often.

#divider by cafekitsune #daryl dixon #daryl x reader #the walking dead #twd daryl #norman reedus #daryl x y/n #daryl smut #daryl dixon smut #twd smut #smut with some plot....#mrdixonposts

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lixern · 1 year ago

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; xx. wriothesley x gn!reader , modern au

imagine being in a mall youve never gone to before with your friends, so they know the place and you dont. they give you locations but you just cant memorize them all! you tell your friends youre going to the restroom, and they tell you directions to the restaurant theyre going to so you agree to meet up with them there. well.. when you step out- wait, what was the restaurant's name again?

you ponder for awhile, what is it? but then suddenly forget the directions they gave you. god, you just have to wing it.

well, wing it you didnt! you got lost, and didnt see any of your friends in the restaurants you walked pass. you look around for reliable looking people to ask, and there you see a man with black hair with a few gray streaks, with supeeeeerrrr light blue cute eyes! a few piercings and a wolfish appearance to him. you walk up to him and..

tap tap "hey.. uhm- do you know how to get to.." you say, embarassed. you literally just forgot the name!

aha! nevermind that, you just remembered!

"*******. ya, the restaurant? thats the one i think!"

you look like a lost dog!! infront of the most sculpted man youve ever seen aswell... hes so cute, you shouldve asked someone else for directions or your nose probably wouldve bled infront of him if you didnt keep your composture. especially infront of his friends! they looked so attractive too. long, white hair with blue streaks and a dark purplish blue type of hair color? god, youre surprised how such good looking people exist.

he turns to look at you the second you tap him, and now you realize just how tall he is the way he stares down at you!

"Well sure, but the buildings preeeettty big so you want me to escort you?"

wow.. his voice was super hot too. well- wait! nows not the time to dream!!!

you look at him and nod, too stunned at his appearance to speak. you watch him talk to his friends, hearing them but not listening. he then pats your shoulder, signalling your leave. huh.. maybe youll ask his number later.

you walk with him, a bit flustered at how tall he towers over you. should you engage in conversation, should you stay quiet? how do you avoid embarassing yourself infront of a gods creation?!?!

"so, whats your name?"

the man asks in the middle of your pondering, well atleast you dont have to think about that anymore. so.. you give him your name and ask his!

"well, it's [name]. how bout you?"

you sound pretty cool, but inside you arent!! he sounds so pretty, hes indeed a pretty boy..

"wriothesley." he says with a gentle smile, looking down at you with bright eyes. he seems fond of you, but you dont know that!

"rio- rizzley? wosley??" you try to pronounce the name, failing ultimately.

"wrio, for short." he chuckles, patting you on the back. whats up with all the physical affection its driving you mad!!!!!

you laugh slightly, smiling a bit too sweetly for your first interaction and, he notices. but he doesnt wanna scare you away.. youre just so cute!

you talk and talk with him, and hes the same level of talkative as you are! finally, someone who actually responds to your yapping! you just wish he could be your boyfriend right now.. waitwait. you guys just met no way!

its been about 5 or more minutes you guess, then you see him pull out a white card on his bag and write something on it with a pen. he puts the pen back and shoves the card into his pocket. you then speak up, pointing at a restaurant and asking him if its that one. he says yes, nodding as he does so.

"i can go there by myself now, thanks for the help wrio!"

but no, he disagrees.

"nah, i think ill just bring you there. you might get lost even if its just right there."

he smirks, mischievously at that. but.. its kinda cute not gonna lie. so you just nod and walk with him. his hand slides across your side, your hand then the bag you carry, it drives you insane how close you are!

you finally get there, smiling up at him. admiring his pretty face one more time before having to let the sight go.

"thank you really, for the help- I hope it wasnt a distraction to you and your friends hangout or something..."

a light red tint dusts over his cheeks, as he says a polite "your welcome" before walking away. you first fix your composture before entering, but then suddenly.. wait! you forgot to grab his number!!!

"wrio!" you scream, but hes too far to hear you so you just weep internally in vain, before entering the restaurant.

your friends scold you, its been like 20 minutes since they were there! little do they know you got a bit lost.. you sit down beside them, before noticing the pocket in the bag you carried had a little white card peeking out of it...

on the back of the card in the clearest space there is, you read..

i know its just a business card im sorry aha, pretty shit way to tell you my number yeah? but its all i have right now.

maybe you dont have to say goodbye to his pretty face after all.

#genshin imagines #genshin impact #genshin x you #genshin fanfic #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x reader fluff #wriothesley fluff #genshin impact wriothesley #genshin impact writing

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fellow-queer-birdguy · 1 year ago

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Update:

I rested the entire day yesterday and today I can actually walk and my hips don't hurt that bad, it seems to have gotten back into place. Some of my muscles are absolutely aching but I'm doing fine in general.

Ummmm emergency situation?!

When walking back home from school, both my hip joints hurt like hell, I was visibly limping because of the pain. It kept getting worse and I kept limping more and walking slower.

Then I slipped on ice. It fucked up my hips more, my right hip hurt even worse after that. And it feels off, like it's slightly dislocated. It was so painful to walk home, I was limping so much and it took forever to get home.

I did call my mom after I slipped on the ice, but she didn't take me seriously so I just had to walk home.

It took over an hour to walk home from school. It's normally a 25 minute walk...

I'm currently resting on the couch, I can't move my legs or lower body at all without pain. I don't know what to do. My hips feel swollen and weird.

Help.

#my mom didnt take me seriously #didnt even go to the doctor because of my mom #probably shouldve gone to the doctor earlier #also i have to walk to school tomorrow again.. this tume im gonna use my cane #chronic pain #hip subluxation #subluxation #hypermobility #pain log📋

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year ago

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The ball missed the net. The whistle blew.

“Foul” Wanda, dressed in her referee uniform called out, “out of bounds”

Third grader Natalie could only huff. She thought she’d get it a little easier with her mom being the referee. Somehow it just seemed harder.

You were watching the whole game, cradling your infant twins Billy and Tommy.

“Look boys, Mom’s getting another group of parents angry at her again” you pointed over to a group of parents already walking up to Wanda.

You had to admit it, she looked amazing in that outfit. The power had clearly gone to your wife’s head.

You always loved seeing her in that outfit. The fantasies that played out in your mind.

Ten years of marriage and you still act like newlyweds.

“Go easy ref!” You jokingly call out, “this is a third graders’ game”

Wanda blows her whistle on you.

“Fowl” she answers back, “unlawfully fine looking parent. See me after the game.”

Agatha, acting as the Westview School basketball coach, couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

“I shouldve never given her that uniform.” Agatha snickers.

Pietro, ever the jokester, threw some popcorn at his sister. “Boo this ref!”

Wanda walked over and sat down by you. “I’m going to kill him some day”

“You love him too much” you answer back, kissing your wife on the cheek. “And the boys love you out there”

“Are you sure it’s not you?” She winks back. Wanda whispers in your ear, “I got Pietro to watch the kids after the game and Agatha to let us lock the locker rooms up”

“You’ve been reading my referee fantasies again havent you?” You smirk.

Wanda nods “and I’m gonna make every single one of them come true tonight” your wife tops it off with a wink.

And then came another foul, this time from the other team. Wanda was immediately on it.

She blew her whistle, “foul!”

That’s your Wanda.

For @aloneodi and @lifespectator

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximommy #wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff imagine #domestic Wanda #referee Wanda

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bruhnze · 5 months ago

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After the game baby - part 1

This is Part 1, here is Part 2.

Summary: Lucy Bronze and Ona batlle are in love. They are having a great time but then Lucy doesnt think Ona is competetive enough and thinks of a way to fix that.

(Warning: first thing i wrote ever, was inspired by the other people that write these fics, note: english is not my first language. Feel free to correct/feedback me!)

Minors dni

After the game baby - part 1/4 (18+, smut)

It was matchday -2.

After training they had another meeting off analysing. Jonatan was a bit more serious than usually. Lucy and Ona chose to not sit next too eachother, wanting to focus on the information that was coming.

Jonatan said that theyd had seen a significant difference between morning games and the usual night time games. This next game would be played at 10am, "so," said Jona in spanish, "i need you all, to just go to bed early today and tomorrow, we can take them easeally, but we want a lot off goals, the goal is atleast 10 goals." "So we cant have sleepy heads on the field"

Everyone in the boarding room laughed, the staff because it was usual for them, always having to start early to put everything up for the players, before theyd arrive for training. The players more so laughed at eachother, at Lucy and a few other players who were known for not being morning persons at all.

The meeting was ended and the players went further with their individual sceduals. Mapi and a few otherz went to the weight room, "u coming too Bronzey?" Mapi aked.

"Nah sorry, i have to meet up with physio, probably will go after that for a bit" anwsered Lucy

"Ofcourse you will" laughed Patri who came from behind and pushed Mapi in the direction off the gym "we'll be long gone then, we dont live in there" "unlike some" Mapi laughed with her.

Lucy shook her head , then felt a shoulder against her own "hey" said Ona.

"Hi baby"

"I have physio too, theyre gonna massage my neck, i swear all these headers made my neck 55years older"

"Aw, i know Ona" said Lucy whilst grabbing Ona's neck and kneeding it with her fingers.

Ona relaxed into the touch and whimpered.

Lucy smirked, Ona shouldve known the images running trough her mind right now.

Walking to the physios office on the other side of the facility, Lucy had recollected herself again. They ended the conversation they were having, needing to go to different physios. "Okay ill see you at home again then" said Ona, "then ill take the dogs out, cause ill be home earlier" Lucy nodded and went in to give Ona a quick kiss. They broke their kiss and Ona said "dont stay out in that gym too long Luce, the dogs and I dont want to wait 3,5 hours again!" The last bit came out half jokingly but Lucy knew it was true, she just lost track of time when she was exercizing. Lucy went in for one more kiss and said "i'll wont make it too late, you heard Jonas, we have to get to bed early" Ona pushed Lucy away knowing Lucy wasnt gonna stop with her stupid flirty jokes if she laughed to much about them and went to her physio.

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Matchday -1

They had trained today at the same time the match would be tomorrow. Lucy had been actually pretty allright, Ona and her were kind off tired last night, so after they'd eaten and watched a movie, Ona had gotten into bed. Whilest Lucy went on one more quick stroll with the dogs. The supposed quick walk had became a walk of 65 minutes eventually so when she came back she just brushed her teeth and quietly stepped in to bed with an allready sleeping Ona.

Now it was noon, the team ate togheter after their morning training. After the late lunch, the team were allowed to go home for their siesta time, only a few players that needed some injury therapy stayed at the training ground.

Lucy and Ona drove home, or at least to Lucys appartement, but they were basicly living together. Coco and Narla loved being home alone togheter, as Lucy could see them cuddled up togheter true her doggy cam on her phone. And her appartement was a little bigger and closer to the training ground aswell.

Ona put her hand on Lucy's thigh, Lucy smiled and put hers on Ona's thigh. "I love you" ona smiled " i love you too".

They pulled in to the parking garage.

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(To be continued)

(First post, and first time writing anything, also sorry for my poor english, its not my first language)

#ona batlle smut #lucy bronze smut #lucy bronze x ona batlle #woso fanfics #woso smut #lucy bronze #ona batlle

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fatallyaddictedtofiction · 2 months ago

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Nah i have a bone to pick about demon dean because there was SO MUCH unexplored potential and the potential they did explore it was just like... If dean was soulless.

We could have had dean murdering innocent people for the hell of it. Beating Sam up for being in the same room as him.

They made us root for demon dean (to an extent). They made him kill a douche (people in this show have been killed for less than cheating) and fight Cole (honestly? Pretty much self defense).

Where is the dean that tortured souls in hell for 10 years and liked it. Where is the mark of cain dean that killed people for the rush. He was restraining himself when Sam walked in the room? He shouldve gone feral. The boy he was forced to protect his whole life, the person he was prepared to and DID give his life for over and over again?

He should have no restraint. He should have fought dirty and mean and they just made him a little more like a dick instead.

#not to mention he was only a demon for 2 and a half episodes #thats shorter than MICHAEL DEAN #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean supernatural #sam and dean #demon dean #deanmon #demon!dean

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distraughtlesbian · 8 months ago

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can i speak my truth ? can i keep it real ? there shouldve been more in-party conflict in blades 2. like obviously mc should’ve gotten to cuss mal out in particular when he was like You Dont Know What We’ve Been Thru as if getting kidnapped and forced into a magically induced coma and getting your blood stolen and having constant benadryl nightmares is a walk in the park lmfao, and also just gotten to talk more about what they went through and how it’s impacted them

but also there should’ve been way more beef between the other party members. like girl if i’m nia and i’m spiralling scorning sleep and food constantly hunting for a way to free MY GIRLFRIEND (!!) from the clutches of some goth elf cunt on top of making the fantasy catholic church christlike again and repressing my inner shadow demon and one of my friends is like “hesdeadjim.png give up also fuck you” and then fucked off to be an alcoholic pit fighter, i wouldve actually just thrown hands when we saw each other next. no magic no nothing just me and my nasty little fingers (covered in paper cuts from all the arcane shadow tomes ive been reading) coming straight for her eye sockets. staff of silverlake should’ve been nia’s weapon and she should’ve leapt into the pit in chapter 4 and clocked imtura in the skull with it.

like you bitches should be CRAZY!!!! you should all have DISORDERS!!!! you should be begging ravens perched on busts for RESPITE AND NEPENTHE from your memories of me !!!!!! the moon should never beam without bringing you dreams of ME and the stars never rise but you feel MY bright eyes. tyril should be half-mad with grief and stress he should be mumbling to himself and seeing mc’s silhouette in dark corners. nia should be clearly and obviously off her fucking rocker and constantly on the verge of self destructing and taking us all out with her. imtura should be constantly blind drunk so she doesn’t have to feel her grief or anything at all really. mal should have been in the wind the second it started looking like mc wasn’t coming back and nobody’s heard from him in months. kade should be in a bottomless pit of grief bc when he was stuck in the shadow realm we never gave up hope and we went to rescue him but now that the tables are turned he’s slowly losing hope and day by day and night by night we recede and he becomes more faithless. threep and loola should be inseparable sleeping in a pile together never beyond a wing-length from one another and keeping obsessive tabs on all the other party members no matter how far-flung across morella they are because they’ve already lost everyone and everything they knew to the shadow court once and they’ll be damned if they lose anything else. also kade and aerin should’ve built up a weird semihostile rapport bc once everything fell apart and everyone went their separate ways it was just the two of them in the whitetower palace and kade would go to his cell and sit out of arm’s reach to vent about his time in the shadow realm and his grief and hopes and fears. they both knew and loved mc, in their own ways, despite how aerin hurt them, and now they’ve both lost them, maybe for good. maybe one day aerin starts talking back

where is the SPICE where is the FLAVOUR? where’s the DRAMA where’s the OOMPH where’s the PANACHE? you cannot look at me and tell me these dysfunctional bitches wouldn’t fall back into their worst habits once the one person who held them all together up and vanished into the void. why am i not ending each chapter feeling like i’ve just gotten punched in the dick bc the love is so obviously still there and that’s why it hurts so bad. they should’ve put their whole budget and pussies into forcing the party to fit themselves back together even though they’ve all grown new sharp edges and keep cutting each other up. they should’ve gone full dark no stars about it. grief is an amputation but hope is incurable hemophilia you bleed and bleed and bleed, plants that are split down the middle dont heal they die, you are a language i am no longer fluent in but still remember how to read, what lived and died between us haunts me still, if someone asked me at the end i’d tell them “put me back in it”, i care what ghosts think of me, come back even as a shadow even as a dream, someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other ending to this story, etc, etc, you get it you understand. also the mc should’ve come back WRONG.

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skyechild · 1 year ago

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Lure

𖤐 pairing: Dokkaebi!Jeonghan x human!reader (m/f) 𖤐 genre: smut, fluff if you squint 𖤐 warnings: MDNI 𖤐 wc: 2k 𖤐trope/au: established r/s, lore au/god 𖤐kink(s): face fucking & panty kink (roleplay) 𖤐 summary: Theres something outside your house in the forest that always messes with you... 𖤐 notes: Oop. October 4th of kinktober and another fic for creature feature by @kwanisms i think Jeonghan fit this creature enough, these goblins are playful af and so is jeonghan. Im also going to start putting what each monster is. there was a specific pic i wanted to use of Jeonghan but his mic was in it and i realized that it looked a little too dark for a dokkaebi which is a supposed playful deity 𖤐Meaning: Dokkaebi, also known as Korean goblins are nature deities or spirits possessing extraordinary powers and abilities that are used to interact with humans, at times playing tricks on them and at times helping. 𖤐Tags: @cultofdionysusnet / @spooo00oky / @stravvberrymilksan

Youre getting annoyed with the thing outside your window that throws rocks at it. You huff and sit up, walking towards the back too and peeking your head out the door to look towards your window. Nothing. Again. But as your gaze passes the forest you stop. Theres a figure in the distance thats watching. Sometimes you see him, sometimes you dont, but never in broad daylight.

You have a feeling that its him fucking with you whenever youre in your room or take a walk in the forest. You narrows your eyes, barely managing to take in the males pretty features right before he disappears from your sight. "What the fuck?" You mumble. You swore you just saw him and barely got the time to see his face before he was gone. You huff before you step out of the house. Youre going to hunt this thing down.

You grabbed a jacket before you closed the door and stomped into the forest. "Where are you, you little shit." You yell, slipping your jacket on as you walked. You shouldve changed out of your skirt but you were too angry with this thing. Theres a gust of wind right as your able to hold down your skirt, you huff before walking further. For all you know this thing could be luring you out to kill you and you are walking straight into it.

You clench your fists in front of your skirt. "Youve got cute panties on." The voice is a whisper in your ear and you cant find the owner anywhere. You look around, cheeks pink at the words. You can almost feel the back of your skirt being lifted and you spin around, ready to confront him but you see nothing. "What is your name?" Its silent for a while and your half tempted to open your mouth to ask another question when the breeze comes by again, what feels like fingers touching the back of your thighs.

Again, you spin around ready to throw a punch only for nothing to be there. What the fuck is going on? You bite you lip, looking around, seeing a quick blur of movement and you jerk to run after it before you stop, what is this thing trying to do? Kill you? You narrow your eyes. At least if you go out, youll go out cute. You take off towards the spot you saw the dark blur.

Skidding to a stop you blink. You never knew there was a clearing. You hadnt stepped into the clearing yet. Your grandmother used to warn you about fairy rings. You look around before a small rock bounces off your head. "That wasnt very nice." You mumble, holding the spot, hearing giggles from in front of you. You eyes land on the boy in front of you. His ears are slightly pointed, his teeth are sharp, almost like what you think a monster would look like. You frown.

"Hi! Im surprised you followed me this far." You cross your arms. "You arent very nice, why did you throw a rock at me?" He shrugs and you huff. "It seemed fun." Your jaw drops a bit. "Fun?! You thought it seemed fun to throw a rock at me?!" You watch as he nods, a smirk on his lips. "Yeah, it kinda was to be honest." You clench your fist, his eyes flickering towards it before back at you. "

"Why wont you leave me alone?" He cocks his head to the side, the smirk changing into a fond grin. "Your reactions are entertaining. Theyre very cute actually." You roll your eyes and the smirk is back on his lips as he takes a few steps forward. "And i get to see all your pretty panties. Did you know you kinda strip in your sleep? You should close your curtains."

Your jaw drops again, pink covering your cheeks. "What the fuck?!" He waves his hand in a flippant gesture. "Not important. Anyways, my name is Jeonghan. You can call me Hannie if you want." You raise a brow. "I dont even know you and you want me to call you Hannie?" He nods, your arms fall to your side. You barely notice him closing the distance.

Your eyes dark around his face. Hes pretty. He has black hair thats pulled back and pinned with a hair pin, a round face and eyes that just scream mischief, if you ignored his pointed ears and the sharp teeth, he could pull off being human.

"So your name is Jeonghan." You ignore the whine of him wanting you to call him Hannie. "But what are you?" He nods. "Smart cookie." You frown. Your boyfriend says that sometimes. You cross your arms, leaning onto one leg, hip cocked out. "Im a dokkaebi." He smiles, a mocking bow following. "A dokkaebi? I thought those were only lore?" He motions to himself then grins. "Well im here, and you know its real with how you felt the rock."

You hate that you agree with him but then you remember something. "Panties?!" You have half the mind to take off your jacket it and wrap it around waist. "Yeah, they smell good too." Hes bold too. Its kind of attractive. You want to smack the small part of you that thinks that. "Excuse me? Are you stealing my panties??" He smiles and you notice it changes his whole face. He looks sweet and inviting, the smirk is haughty and cocky. And the grin makes him look very mischievous.

"Mayhaps." You frown. Is that where all my panties are disappearing too? "Do you still have them?" He nods, smiling innocently. "Ill return them soon." You bit your lip. Hes close enough to touch and his skin looks soft. You shake your head a bit, shaking the thought off at the same time. "What...what do you do with them?" He raises a brow, surprised at your sudden interest. He uses that time to trap you against the tree behind you. "Ya' really wanna know?" You nod unconsciously and he smiles.

"Well i start with putting one up to my face, you smell good." He comments off handedly. "Then i wrap another one around my cock, its even better when theyre wet." He purrs. "I use them to jerk off. Sometimes ill even suck off the wetness whenever you do something naughty." He hums the words against your neck and your head tilts back against the bark, eyes closed.

"You taste like heaven." He wraps an arm around your waist, trapping you between him and the tree, pulling your lower half to his. "My favorite is that blue satin pair." He chuckles. "The purple baby doll is a close second though. Its a good thing i can make cum stains disappear." Your cheeks flush and he laughs, a soft breath of laughter that fans across your neck.

"Smells like you have a problem." He hums, the arm not around your waist sliding to your ass, slipping under the skirt and groping the skin, a deep groan leaves his throat. "Youre wearing the blue pair arent you. This pair always sticks so easily to you when your wet." He hums, pressing his mouth against your ear. "Lets make a deal hm? Suck me off and ill help you." You nod as his fingers brush against the wet spot on your panties.

"Take them off." He coos, snapping the band. "Or ill rip them off." He means it, you notice. Your heads a bit fuzzy but you obey, slipping off the pair and Jeonghan snatches them from your hand and holds them up to his nose, pushing your shoulder down, you understand him, getting to your knees as a growl leaves his lips. "You taste and smell even better fresh."

Your eyes cant leave his face. The face hes making...its beautiful. His tongue darts out to lick the wet spot. "Continue." He snips, tangling his hand in your hair. You obey, licking your lips as you pull down his pants and underwear. The cold air feels weird but oddly good on your bare pussy. The breeze, courtesy of Jeonghan, flips your skirt up again as you wrap your hand around his cock.

Its just as pretty as him. He has more length than girth, you wonder if its possible to deep throat him. He tangles his free hand in your hair as well, gripping your hair tight once you suck on the tip. Your panties are still up in the air at his mouth. His eyes are still closed and you want him to crumble.

You spit onto his cock, making sure his dick is wet enough before you start wrapping your lips around his cock, bobbing your head a few times as he groans. You hum softly and the feeling makes his knees wobble for a second. "Fuck..." He mumbles, when you look up again hes looking down at you, eyes hoodied and blown with lust. "Im gonna fuck your face angel." You hum and relax your jaw and throat, hands resting on his thighs.

He gives an experimental thrust of his hips and groans as his tip hits the back of your throat. "Fuuuck." He whines, hips picking up speed once you give him another ok. His hips are moving quickly and his grip on your hair is borderline painful but it makes you whine around his cock. Tears form in your eyes from the abuse on your throat. "Almost there angel." He mumbles and you flatten your tongue against the underside of his cock and his hips stutter, a whine leaving his lips as he presses your nose against his pelvis, groaning deeply as he cums down your throat, pulling out and letting the remaining bits land on your face and on your tongue.

You cough when he pulls out but swallow. You giggle and stand up. "Im surprised you went with that Hannie." You smile at your boyfriend. He puts the under in his hand before helping you step back into them despite your complaint. Jeonghan didnt often get to relax and 'do his dokkaebi duties' hes said a few times. He laughs and presses a kiss on your forehead. "I feel more relaxed now too, been bottling it up for too long, was starting to get sick."

You frown, touching his cheeks, a smile spreads on your lips as he leans into your touch. "Thats not good love. Let me know next time before it gets too bad." He nods, eyes closing as he snuggles into your touch again, hugging you to his chest.

"I love you princess." He whispers into your palm and you smile. "I love you too Hannie." Jeonghan smiles against your hand, one of his covering your hand and sighing. "I forgot how much my powers can drain me." He refuses to let go of your hand and you chuckle. "Should we go lay down?" He's quiet for a moment before he nods. "I gotta get you off too." Your cheeks turn pink. "I uh...I already came. Youre really pretty when you cum...and i was touching myself..." You confess and his eyes open, half glaring before it breaks into a smile.

"Lets go then, get you in a new pair of panties and then i wanna lay on your chest." You chuckle, letting him lead you up to your shared room. His legs are still a bit wobbly and he takes that moment to also change into pajamas, pulling some out for you.

Jeonghan helps you change before he flops down on the bed, letting you get settled before pushing you legs apart so he can rest his head on your chest, his weight pressing you down into the bed. You take that moment to take the hair pin out, placing it on the table and pulling the blanket up both of you to rest under. "Take a nap Han, ill be here when you wake up...im kind of stuck anyways."

He nods against against your chest before he snuggles more into you, holding on of your hands and relaxing. Hes out within minutes, soft snores leaving his mouth as you stroke your fingers through his hair.

"Sleep well Hannie."

#yoon jeonghan imagine #yoon jeonghan smut #cultofdionysusnet #skyechilds work #seventeen smut #seventeen imagine #enjoy

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clown-an0n · 2 months ago

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Knock, knock.

Felicia held a letter with a fancy wax stamp in her hand, dressed in slightly more formal clothing than what she usually wears. She stood in front of a rotting wooden door that gave her awful, sickening memories.

..It opened with a creak.

"Oh, you're here!.. Truth be told, dear, I wasn't sure if you'd show up."

Hello, Mrs. Rada- ..Dolores. I'm still not used to that.

The woman stood there chuckling and gave a warm, tired smile. Her wrinkles seemed deeper than they usually were, and the laughter was dry.

"Come in, come in. I've already prepared dinner."

Felicia carefully stepped inside the house, making a point to keep her eyes away from the family photos and away from the hallway that led to the-

>>why'd you come here anyway? did you miss the old times?

She felt it behind her. She knew it wasn't real, but she still looked back.

...Nothing.

"..Felicia?"

She flinched, turning back around to face Dolores, only partially aware of how startled she appeared.

Ah- sorry- I got.. distracted.

"No need to apologize, I.. I understand."

Felicia walked towards the dinner table, losing her appetite as she saw the two empty chairs covered in dust. All she had the energy to do was pick up a teacup from its saucer, taking small sips of it.

"It's been so long since we've had a nice dinner like this, you know. You've been isolating yourself, dear."

...I know.

>>shouldve stayed home

"..I miss them too."

Yeah.

...Silence.

They just sat like that for a while, Felicia not touching her food at all. The dust was stinging her nose, and the ticking of the grandfather clock worsened her already awful headache. The teacup in her shaking hands felt too fragile.

"..Sometimes I wonder what really happened to my boys, Felicia. I think you and I both know what happened to Caleb isn't normal. And Abayomi.."

>>do you hear the sizzling?

"I don't know what happened to him, all I know is that he.. He was spiraling. He ran off somewhere, and he never came back. I think he was searching for Caleb, he never told me. He stopped sharing things with me after Caleb was gone. I just.. I just hope he's okay, where ever he went."

She couldn't hide the blank expression that washed over her face. Her eyes met with a concerned, almost accusatory frown.

>>you can be a good person

"..Felicia?"

>>fix what you have broken

"Can you... Will you promise not to disappear like them? I don't want to lose the last bit of family I have left."

>>do it

I..

>>do it

I promise.

>>do it

..I have something to ask of you, myself.

>>your voice is hanging in your throat you've done this a million times

>>smile for the camera

Would you like to see them again, Dolores?

>>you did not meet the eyes of my mother

>>you met the eyes of the bright, blinding splotch of orange that towered behind her

>>what was left of its face is dripping onto the table and it cannot speak for it has no jaw

>>you know what you have done

#don't trust the anglerfish #ask blog #tadc anon #honk honk #felicia's posts #art #tw hallucinations #tw spiraling #tw missing person #tw gore

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mybiasisexo · 3 days ago

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chanyeol + 15 and 32 pleaseee

Battles 🩸

Genre: angst | supernatural!au | vampire!pcy Pairing: Chanyeol x f.Reader Length: 3.2k (so ridiculous lol) Warnings: Mentions of death and blood | Implied sex

a/n: shouldve posted this on halloween but oh well. And this is all my pea brain can come up with so pls dont ask for more lol. yall know i wont do it anyways lmao

DRABBLE GAME | MASTERLIST

You were nearly free when Chanyeol found you.

Knowing what his presence meant for you, you made a desperate attempt to take your life. Death was better than the future he wished you to live.

But, of course, he wouldn’t allow you that luxury.

When that option failed, you begrudgingly relented and had him drag you back to your prison. The place that you had escaped for six months.

The mansion was quiet when you returned. The lighting in the familiar halls were so dim you could barely see the wide back of the soldier you followed.

Chanyeol led you to the bedroom that had been your ‘home’ for a year, holding open the door for you to enter. You hesitated. The thought of being trapped within those walls again made bile rise in your throat. You were so close…. So close to freedom.

Chanyeol said your name sternly. A warning.

Swallowing down your nausea, you begrudgingly crossed the threshold.

Everything was how you had left it. It was as if you’d walked back in time.

The door closed behind you and the breakdown you’d been keeping at bay threatened to explode. But, your intuition held it back, instead urging you to check behind you. Trusting that instinct, you turned and was stunned to see Chanyeol had closed himself inside with you.

You’d forgotten how massive the man was. Even with his legs spread shoulder’s length apart, he was still taller than the door behind him. He wore a black leather vest that exposed his bulging biceps. The visible skin was riddled with scars. Some blended against his pale skin, while others were a stark contrast. His wounds were a grim reminder of the life he’d lived–of the warrior he was.

He took you in with those large eyes of his. They were somewhat frightening. His irises were so dark, you couldn’t distinguish them from his pupils, and you swore they were wider than a normal human’s.

Those lifeless eyes of his scanned your figure, checking for injury, for changes, for familiarities.

Once he was content with what he saw, he visibly relaxed. It was barely noticeable, but you knew him enough to catch his relief.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“It’s been awhile,” he replied, as if that answered your question. In a way, it did. He couldn’t say what he really wanted to. That he missed you. No. That would be wrong for multiple reasons.

“It has,” you relented with a thick swallow.

He took a sudden interest in his shoes. “I thought you were dead.”

“I wish I was.”

His face pinched at your confession. “He’s changed.”

You shook your head. “We both know that isn’t true, Chanyeol.”

His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he stared at you like it finally hit him that you were in front of him, that you were real. The attention made you want to run–towards him. It made you want to feel those battle scar-riddled arms wrapped around you, holding you close, holding you together. The only place you felt safe in this personal hell of yours was in his arms.

“I should let him know that you’ve returned,” he said stoically, stare zeroed in on your lips.

He’s gone before you could reply.

Now truly alone, you gave into your sorrow and allowed yourself to grief.

~*~

Three days passed undisturbed.

It was as it always had been. You were resigned to your chambers, with the only contact from the outside world being the servants that came and brought you food. Until then, you were left alone with your books and thoughts.

It had been nearly two years since you were kidnapped.

Your city was overrun by vampires.

The Vampire King himself, Sehun, took base in your city. Before the invasion, your family owned a successful restaurant. When Sehun and his undead army first took over, he promised to leave your family alone if your father willingly handed you over to him. You weren’t sure why you were so unlucky to catch the eye of the vicious king, but it was said that Sehun had a taste for beautiful women, as you had been told.

Your father declined his offer.

You were hiding behind him when he did. You’d never forget the way Sehun’s eyes hardened from the rejection, but the smile never left his face. He exited the store without complaint and you were naive enough to believe that was the end of it.

Days later, you were awoken from slumber by screams. Your living room had been turned into a massacre. At the center stood death himself, Sehun, with your father in his clutches. Helplessly, you watched as your father begged you to run. Those would be his last words, as Sehun sank his unnaturally sharp canines into his throat, tearing it out like a wild feline. He turned to you, his dark eyes eerily reflecting the light of the moon, as your father’s warm blood poured down his pale chin and neck. You shivered at the sight.

“You’re mine,” he snarled. A large smile stretched his red stained lips, exposing those monstrous teeth, and all you could think was how wrong it was. He looked absolutely deranged. And you quickly found out just how much he was.

To him you were nothing more than a trophy. He never touched you, but paraded you around and forced you to watch him do heinous acts that haunted your dreams. He got off on terrifying you and breaking your spirit. Sehun was a cruel and evil man. His soul had left him upon his death, leaving him a sinister corpse.

The general of his dead armed forces, and the closest thing he had to a friend, was Chanyeol. He had fought alongside Sehun for centuries. It was a debt he felt needed to be paid, since Sehun was the one who saved him all those years ago. When you were first brought to the mansion, Sehun forced you to eat alongside his guests. That’s how Chanyeol noticed you. He saw the fear you attempted to hide and the sadness you cradled and took pity on you. So much so that he’d occasionally come to your defense whenever Sehun took things too far. You had gained someone in your corner and had no idea the extent of Chanyeol’s protection.

The initial feeling of pity warped into something else. Chanyeol began visiting you late at night–or early morning for you–to check on you and help you adjust to your new life. You resisted in the beginning. Chanyeol was just as much a vampire as Sehun, and you hadn’t gotten over your fear and distrust of their kind. But, he showed you that vampires could still cling to bits of their humanity. His vulnerability towards you lowered your guard, and he became your source of safety and comfort. The more time you spent together, the closer you became until you were falling into his arms, and he caught you with ease.

But the longer your affair continued, the more obvious it became. After a close call where Sehun made a rare appearance in your room while Chanyeol was in it, you both decided it would be safer to end it.

Everything changed when Sehun decided he was going to make you his vampire queen. You had no idea why he was so obsessed with you. Anyone else, he would’ve grown bored and disposed of already. Sehun only viewed humans as food, so what made you so special?

Whatever his reasons, he informed Chanyeol of his plans, and he felt compelled to tell you. That news was your last straw, and you knew it was time to escape.

Chanyeol was never privy to your plans, and you were only slightly guilty about taking advantage of his trust to gain vital information to help with your escape. One day, when the sun was at its highest, you fled and never looked back.

Sadly, vampires were fast creatures with supernatural senses, and Chanyeol was the best of his kind. It only took him six months to find and bring you back.

You spent the past few days plotting. Obviously, running didn’t work. You needed a new plan.

The one forming was terrifying, but it was time to be brave. You had to face your demons head on, and had to meet them where they stood.

That night, you requested to have dinner with the king. The servant you brought it up to was as human as you. But, unlike you, her body was covered in gnarly wounds you refused to look too closely at. She never spoke, but you saw the concern and question in her expression. You gave her a reassuring nod and she left to relay your message.

Your request was accepted and the next thing you knew, you were entering the bustling dining room the size of a small home. You wore an expensive scarlet dress with a low neckline that showed off your bite-free neck. A snack in a room full of blood thirsty vampires.

The first person who caught your attention was Chanyeol. He was visibly horrified to see you there. You only held your chin higher before shifting your gaze to his left, where Sehun sat at the head of the long table.

Sehun was a magnificent sight. If it weren’t for the fact he was the embodiment of evil, you would probably mistake him for a god. Actually, he was a god–the God of Death. He wore a black tailored suit, and diamonds shimmered chaotically around his neck, wrists, and fingers despite his stillness. A simple silver crown sat crookedly atop the pile of his black locks. He radiated power.

He drank you in as hungrily as he always had, although you thought you sensed an urgency behind the movement. You attested it to being the first time you’ve graced him with your presence since your return.

“Welcome back, my queen,” he spoke after a long moment of you both staring at each other. He grinned, and it came off playful, startling you.

You caught yourself and curtsied, bowing your head in respect. “My King.”

He tilted his head, pleased with the change in your demeanor.

~*~

Chanyeol barged into your room later that night.

“Have you lost your mind?!” He asked.

“Perhaps,” you answered calmly. You were in the middle of getting ready for bed, dressed in your nightgown, brushing your hair as you sat on the edge of your mattress.

“He still intends to turn you,” he said urgently.

“I know.”

“Then why interact with him?”

“Because I want him to.”

He took a step back, not expecting your response.

“Is that not your reason for leaving?” he asked, puzzled.

You sighed and put down the brush. Turning your head, you peered out the one window in your room, out into a world you yearned to live in. Everything you’d ever known was out there, but everything you’d ever known was dead. Yourself included.

“I’m back now,” you said, keeping your tears at bay. You were so tired of crying. “This is my fate.”

“He’ll kill you,” he confessed in a broken whisper. That drew your attention back at him. He was giving you a pleading look, imploring you to understand the severity of Sehun’s intentions.

“I don’t think he will.”

“That’s how it works!” He wailed. “If he doesn’t lose control, which Sehun has very little of, he’ll turn you into a vampire. You’ll lose your humanity.”

“You seem to not want that to happen.”

“I’m quite fond of the woman you currently are.”

That brought out bittersweet smiles from you both. You stood up and approached him. When you were close enough, you cupped one of his frozen cheeks. He leaned into your touch, holding your wrist to keep from losing your warmth.

“I’ll be fine,” you assured.

His expression grew mournful. “I’ve already lost you once.”

You caressed the skin under his eye with your thumb, as if that would wipe away his worry. “I’ll still be here, Yeol.”

“But you’ll be different.” He drew away, causing your arm to fall limply at your side. “Being a vampire changes you from a molecular level. You will be different.”

“Will it change the way I feel about you?” You dared to ask.

Your name left his lips. Again, it’s said as a warning. But, there was no strength behind it. Only a yearning so deep it pulled you towards him like the moon to the earth.

“I wouldn’t be here alive if not for you,” you said. “You’ve kept me sane, kept me human. You’re proof that being a vampire doesn’t make you inherently a monster. Will you not do the same once I’m at your level?”

Something clicked for him and he nodded with understanding. “I will try my best.”

The air charged around you, causing your body to buzz. The urge to touch him was strong. You hated to admit it, but when you left, leaving him behind was the hardest part. When he captured you, you were afraid of returning, but you couldn’t deny the relief of being back in his company. He had grown a place within your heart too large to ignore, much like him as a person. You had missed him greatly.

Chanyeol’s jaw worked and his nostrils flared as he inhaled your want for him. His hands clenched at his sides, fighting the urge to answer your body’s call.

You didn’t want to fight it. Not when your human days were now numbered. If Chanyeol was right, and you were going to lose yourself once turned, you wanted to experience being with him while you still felt this way.

You moved close, testing his control. He remained unwavering, but you felt his approval.

“Touch me again,” he ordered.

Unable to resist such a request, you ran your hands up his tense arms, tracing the many scars embedded into them, acknowledging all the battles he’s fought. He closed his eyes and sighed in content. “You’re warm.”

You smiled sadly, but didn't verbally reply as your hands continued their journey up to his shoulders, his neck, his jaw.

You stopped there, conflicted. Boundaries were set between you both, and the last thing you wanted was to get Chanyeol in trouble. Yet, if you stayed within these walls, you would inevitably bring it to him one way or another. Especially after what you must ask of him.

“Chanyeol,” you whispered. His eyes fluttered open at the sound of your distress. Worry and desire swirled within the dark depths of his gaze.

“What is it?” He asked gruffly.

“I….” You struggled to decide which road to take, but ultimately chose your heart’s truth. “We promised each other not to be like this, but… I can’t stop it.”

He nodded and reached for you, holding your face in his powerful hands. “It’s selfish, but I don’t want you to stop. Damn Sehun and his plans. I want you to be mine.”

He pressed his forehead to yours.

“Do you really mean that?” You asked.

“Of course,” he said fiercely. “Have I not shown you what you mean to me?”

“You have, you have.” You relented. “But…there’s another way.”

“Whatever you want. Just tell me.”

As if in answer, you lurched forward, capturing his lips with your own. He groaned and returned the kiss without hesitation, showing you his loyalty to you.

“Bite me,” you whispered into his mouth. “I want you to taste me.”

“What?” He pulled back, staring at you in disbelief.

“Please,” you begged breathlessly. “Chanyeol, please. I want you to be the one to change me.”

“Ch–Change you?” He repeated, stumbling a few steps from you.

“You said it yourself,” you reminded him. “Sehun will kill me if he does. There’s nobody else I trust to do this, nobody else I want to taste my blood. Just you. Only you, Chanyeol.”

You meant that. The thought of turning into a vampire felt less daunting if it were at the hands of your lover. You’d have this small victory over Sehun.

“He’ll kill us both,” he whispered.

“Will he?” You asked, knowing his words to be true. You knew just how territorial Sehun could be. “You do all the fighting for him. Plus, I believe you’re the only thing in this world Sehun loves.”

Chanyeol swallowed thickly. “Except you.”

“He doesn’t love me,” you corrected. “He covets me. It’s different.”

You watched as he nibbled on his bottom lip. His canines had grown long at the temptation of biting you, and you knew he was seriously contemplating your offer.

He just needed a little nudge.

“You’ve never defied him before. He’ll forgive you. I’ll make sure he will. I promise.”

“You promise?” he laughed skeptically, but you saw the panic leave his body.

“I do. I’ll protect you the same way you’ve protected me.”

He sighed and advanced towards you. His hand went to your chest, right under your neck, and he used it to shove you backwards until you pressed against a wall. A predatory look sharpened his features, reminding you of his true nature. He was a vampire, a monster, and there was no denying it with the way he focused on the vein pulsating on the side of your neck. Your heart started thumping erratically as fear consumed you.

He leaned down, sharp teeth scratched against your neck and you closed your eyes and held your breath in preparation for the pain.

Instead of the sharp ache of his teeth, you felt his tongue glide against your salty flesh before he pressed a gentle kiss to your racing pulse.

“Not tonight,” he said into your neck.

“Wha–why?” You asked in a shaky voice.

He only shook his head before nestling it against your shoulder.

“Let me have one more night like this,” he requested. “Let me feel your warmth, and tomorrow…. Tomorrow I’ll do it.”

You lifted his head so that you could look at him. His fangs were still elongated and sharp, but they didn’t frighten you as much as they had a moment ago.

“And then I’ll be yours forever?” You asked.

Chanyeol smiled beautifully. “For as long as I breathe.”

You matched his smile with one of your own. “Then make love to me now, Chanyeol.”

That was all the consent he needed. He kissed you urgently, wanting you so badly he didn’t even bother carrying you back to the bed. Instead, he took you roughly against the wall.

And all that mattered to you then was him. His love for you, his trust in you. His impending betrayal…all in the name of you. Tomorrow all hell would break loose and you might very well lose your life, but that didn’t matter.

Only Chanyeol.

But….

You did have a plan. And as much as you loved Chanyeol, and you really did love him, he was a pawn in your game.

Sehun’s throne was the ultimate goal, and you had no intention of dying tomorrow or anytime soon.

You were going to be the next ruler of the vampires, and you were going to rip this coven apart from the inside out.

Starting with Chanyeol.

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moonshynecybin · 8 months ago

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top taylor swift songs that were actually written about rosquez?

they are many they are myriad they are legion.... no order and non exhaustive ofc

wouldve couldve shouldve. ouegh ough aough aoueg. ouregh. and i damn sure never would've danced with the devil. at nineteen. and the god's honest truth is that the pain was heaven. i mean JESUS CHRIST dude. songs that make me want 20 mins alone in a room with valentino rossi and a baseball bat.

all to well ten min. i think the longer version is inferior generally but adding the lens of a slightly fucked up age gap pushes this up the list. so many insane rosquez details in this one. i was thinkin on the drive down hes gonna say its love you never called it what it was. (hello.) the idea you had of me, who was she? a never-needy, ever-lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you. (HELLO?) charmed my dad with self effacing jokes like youre on a late night show. (HELLO!!!) my friend valentino did that to my buddy marc. i was there i SAW IT. my friend @repsol-ariel made gifs.

i bet you think about me. jussssst the right amount of insufferable for them in the bitter post divorce chaos of it all... truly like. vale you fucked UP dude. i think this plays in marc's head for every championship he wins 2016-2019. when you realized im harder to forget than i was to leave. crazy. bananas. fun to think about if youre nasty... i also love indulging the side of marc that is kind of fucking mad at vale lol. my cuntress... this is why we cant have nice things also fits in this category. its the fun parts of divorce: like spite!

forever and always. you ever think about 2015 and how crazy marc probably felt when he realized his whatsapp thread with valentino post ranch visit was all messages from HIM. like truly before that season he said vale is my friend all is good between us :) then in midseason he says its a different relationship not quite a friend one just absolutely white knuckling it. and all this happened with little public indication of off-track conflict. WHAT HAPPENED. anyways did i say something way too honest that made you run and hide? like a scared little boy??

story of us. a fixture of my imaginings. but you held your pride like you shouldve held me. how did tswift know. what did she see. was there a psychic on her staff. did she perhaps have a prophetic dream of some sort.

haunted. YOU AND EYE WALK A FRAGILE LINE I HAVE KNOWN IT ALL THIS TIME.... CMON CMON DONT LEAVE ME LIKE THISSSSSS i thought I had you figured out... something's gone terribly wrong.... you're all I wanted.... hello. is this thing on. like truly maybe the most rosquez of my rosquez songs. this one is THEMMMM to me. its dramatic its tense its yearning its a little PISSED OFF.

back to december. RECONCILIATION ANTHEM. your tanned skin your sweet smile so good to me so right.... GOD. truly like before they reconcile but after vale has turned the corner. wistful regretfulness!! pride swallowing by someone not used to it!!!

cowboy like me: twin flames!!!! FUKC!!!! IM NEVER GONNA LOVE AGAIN!

#motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez #taylor swift #there are so many others. so many

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violetwitch12087 · 2 years ago

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When you're walking down the street to go home you bump into something or someone a silver headed mutant and when you guys become best friends and you go over to his house his mom loves you and as you're about to beat his high score on his arcade game he tries to stop you but you have an idea..

Clumsy

I walk down the street my backpack on my back going home from school when suddenly i bump into something i fall and land on my butt but my hands cushioned my fall i look up too see a silver headed actually really cute boy

He has dimples you can barley see when hes not smiling perfect lips a silver jacket a pink Floyd shirt and black jeans i thought i was the clumsy one it was almost like he appeared out of no where well maybe hes a mutant since his hair is literally silver

We look at each other for a moment before he quickly stands up and puts a hand out for me which i gladly take "sorry for running into you" he says and i shrug my shoulders a bit "its whatever at least you aren't a asshole" i say and he smiles his dimples more defiant

"And at least you didnt use your backpack to hit me a whole bunch of times" he says and a laugh escapes my lips and he looks down at my lips almost thinking of something but i just met him i dont wanna push him already "you're really pretty" he mutters out regret filling his face after but a blush just appears on my cheeks making butterflies in my stomach erupt

"Thank you" i mutter softly and nervously if theres one thing i hate about myself is my anxiety and nervousness i clear my throat trying to look more confident and put my hand out "my names y/n" i say and i see his eyes light up a bit "peter" he says taking my hand in his, his hand engulfing mine thats so attractive holy shit

I shake his hand our handshake lasting longer then it shouldve but im not complaining "can i uh maybe have your number? If you dont wanna give me it its fine I've gone through that before and stuff you know like really its fine" peter starts rambling and i laugh again softly before i grab his phone and put my number in it putting my name and a heart next to it

I pass the phone back to him and he looks down at the contact almost in disbelief before he looks back at me a smile going back on his face "thanks" he says and i nod softly "text me later handsome" i say before i breeze past him my arm touching his before i start walking home thinking of peter the entire time when i finally get home i put my backpack down and change before flopping onto my bed and i feel a vibration from my pocket i pull out my phone and see a random number texted me and i open it

'hey sweetheart its peter or should i say handsome?' he teases making me blush even more damn it i barley met him and i get butterflies when i even so much as think about him 'oh yeah? Okay babe i need to go to bed ill text you tomorrow?' i send and wait a moment before he responds 'yeah text me when you're free my love' he says and i squeal covering my face with my hands we barley met what the fuck but he's really cool i mean he listens to pink floyd i think i might really get along with him

I close my eyes pulling the blanket closer to me as i fall asleep peter stuck in my mind all night

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The next day after school i walk down the same path where i met peter i would be lying if i said I didn't hope i saw peter when i feel a gust of wind infront of me i look up and am met with the eyes of speak of the devil, peter.

"Hey sweetheart" he says and i roll my eyes playfully "hey handsome" i say and i see a smile appear on his face "where ya headed off too?" He asks and i shrug "i might actually go to the store i needa pick up some things" i say and he nods "well can i go with you?" He asks and i look up at him before nodding and we start heading to the store

We get to the store and we walk inside going to get bread and milk and just the essentials and all that and before i could walk up to pay and scan my stuff i end up in the blink of an eye in the cart moving fastly for a split second and were outside i look around and see peter pushing the cart "what the hell was that for pete?" I ask and he shrugs a smug grin on his face "well with my mutation lets just say i don't really pay for a lot of stuff i cant resist it" he says "kleptomaniac" i murmur under my breath playfully and he nudges me with his elbow "exactly" he says making me smile

"Okay now i have to walk all the way to my house while holding these bags" i whine resting my hands on the cart and resting my head onto my hands covering my face "who says you alone?" He says and i smile lifting my head up "okay here's how its gonna work you grab the bags and put them on your wrists and hands and stuff and ill carry you to your house" he says and i look at him in disbelief

"What you dont believe me or somethin?" He asks and i shake my head "okay fine grab the bags" he says and i grab them putting my arm through the holes in the bag and peter walks over to me and picks me up bridal style making me squeal "omg peter please dont drop me" i say "im not that weak you know" he says rolling his eyes playfully making me smile "okay lay your head against my chest" he says and i look up at him confused "so you dont get whiplash" he says like it was obvious "oh" i mutter softly and rest the side of my head and face against his chest. Totally not enjoying this

In a flash we end up at the corner of the store and i give peter directions every time we stop and we make it to my house way quicker than if we walked i turn to peter "stay right here i havent said bye yet" i say and he smiles slightly as i go inside and set the bags onto the counter and walk back outside i go over to peter and pull him into a hug which he surprizingly accepts

My arms wrapped around his neck my head on his shoulder his arms wrapped around my waist securely i smile and give peter a peck on the cheek lingering it a bit "thank you handsome" i say softly "no problem sweetheart" he says and we finally pull away from each other despite my body and mind and heart yearning to hold him close to me again "ill text you later" i say and he nods "okay talk to you later" he says and i send him a wink before walking into my house and i start putting groceries away

After a while i end up finishing and i go to bed peter stuck in my mind like everytime

____________________

It has been a couple weeks now maybe a month and a half since me and peter met and started flirting and my feelings for him have sky rocketed i talk to him every day and night i think about him i even have dreams about him

Today i actually dont have school its the weekend and i really wanna see peter i dont know he just makes me so happy and we really get along hes so sweet to me i pick up my phone and press his contact 'hey handsomeee i dont have school today what ya doin?' i text him and wait for an answer which comes quick (pun intended) (get it cs hes fast? No? Okay my bad😭)

'hey sweetheart im really just bored you wanna hang out?' he sends and i smile 'of course i always wanna hang out with my favorite person' i say 'awe ur so sweet ill meet you at the same meet up spot' he says 'okay im heading out now see you in a bit' i send and i turn off my phone before putting it in my pocket and i start heading out the front door

I walk to go down the same trail where me and peter met that day and look around for peter when someone grabs my shoulders from the back and shakes me a bit "boo!" Peter says making me jump "god peter you scared the fuck out of me" i say raising my hand to hit him on his arm he saw this hit from miles away but let my hand come in contact with his arm (cs hes such a sweetheart)(god i love him)

"I had to do it" he says shrugging his shoulders and i roll my eyes playfully "what do you wanna do?" I ask as we start walking "okay dont make this seem weird but do u maybe wanna come over to my place?" He says and i immediately nod "of course i dont mind you're my bestfriend after all" why did i say that no i wanna be more than friends peter god im so stupid

Peter walks behind me making me confused before he bends down and picks me up bridal style again making me smile and i lay my head against his chest again and in a flash were infront of a pretty good looking house and peter slowly sets me down "thank you" i say softly "your welcome" he says smiling at me before we start heading to the front door

He opens it and we walk in "ma im home i have a friend" he yells "im in the kitchen" someone responds im guessing his mom since he called her ma we walk down to the kitchen where im met with a lady with brown almost blond hair in a ponytail to the side she seems sweet hopefully shes as sweet as peter is?

"Hi ms maximoff" i say putting my hand out and the lady seems taken back she smiles and takes my hand in hers "nice to meet you.."

"Y/n" i say "oh nice to meet you y/n you seem like a sweetheart, you and pete a thing or what cause she isnt that bad and i wouldnt mind" she says making a blush appear on my face a small laugh building inside of me "unfortunately me and peter are just friends, even if i wish we were together" i mumble the last part thinking she didnt hear it but oh she did "and she is a sweetheart thats what i call her" peter says and i have to look away to not show myself flustered

"Well me and y/n are gonna hang out downstairs" peter says as were about to start walking when his mom stops me she pulls me close to her and puts her mouth close to my ear "peters been gushing about a girl recently and i heard him say her name and it sounds like yours if you wish you guys were together then maybe go for it you only meet someone once and you seem like you would take care of pete and keep him in line" she says and i nod "and if he does like me i will ill treat him so well ill keep him off your shoulders i know how much energy he could have" i say and she smiles before i head back towards peter and we head down the steps to the house basement guess he lives down here its fine it looks actually kinda cool

"What did my mom say to you" peter asks as i look around and start to walk to a arcade machine peter has wow i want one of these "nothing important" i lie starting a game moving the joystick peter stands up and walks over to me standing next to me watching the screen as well after a couple moments im almost about to beat peters high score when he starts trying to take my hand off the joystick

Without thinking i grab peters collar and pull him close to me and place a quick kiss on his lips making him pause and look at me confused after a second i keep going and then i finally die i excitedly jump up and down "i won! I beat you peter!" I taunt starting to turn towards him when my lower back is pushed into the game peters hands on my waist my arms reach up to wrap around peters neck he looks down at me with doeful eyes

He starts to lean down our lips teasing each other as we barely touch then finally our lips connect we move our lips against one another my hands pulling him impossibly closer by his neck his arms wrap around my waist pulling me flat against him before he lets one arm go and gently puts his hand on my cheek as we kiss softly not wanting to let each other go our lips finally separate and he looks down at me while i look up at him looking into his beautiful brown eyes i dream of

"So uh you have a boyfriend?" He jokes nervously "yeah his names peter" i say before i grab his face with my hands and lay more kisses to his soft lips which he gratefully accepts kissing me back more relaxed and freely than the first time making me smile into the kiss causing him to smile as well

We pull away and i turn back to the game peters arm wraps around my waist as he watches me playing the game i couldnt be happier....

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This is the cutest thing I've ever seen omg i love this with my whole heart i love peter so much hes such a sweetheart hes a lover boy god i wish this was real😭 anyways i love you a lot as well you mean so much to me you dont even understand *mwah mwah mwah* bye bye my love

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