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odmlodniejemy · 2 years ago
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id be so hot if i was tall
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urf4vsc0rpio · 3 months ago
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what would you rate the dimi sisters on freak scale
like 1-10 how freaky
-dani luvr ^-^
Dimitrescu Sisters Freak Scale
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Nsfw, mentions of Dacryphilia, degrading, toys, biting, blood consumption, oral
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: that's kinda...𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂
𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Might not be accurate, idk 😭😭 I probably forgot a few things I wanna add, idk and I feel like I went off topic a few times..
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Bela Dimitrescu
Freak Scale: 6.5/10
- Okay let's be real here, I feel like she'd be lowkey busy asf yk? Older sister stuff
- Possessive, def
- Definitely pathetically whiny when she bottoms
- But when she does have time to get 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂? Damn. Sending thoughts and prayers along w an ambulance
- Usually composed but it completely crumbles when she gets to let loose
- Has a shit ton of stress I bet
- Would it be bad if I said Bela has a mommy or mistress kink...?
- SERVICE TOP BELA. IDC WHAT YALL SAY. I STAND W THIS UNTIL THE DAY THAT I DIE.
- She likes to tease u occasionally but she's hella subtle w it (Still works tho)
- She loves taking her time, I can confirm bcs I'm her wife
- I feel like she enjoys light bondage, not w ropes but like fancy ass ribbon
- If you would let her, she'd definitely take her stress out on you..just sayin
- Fuckass biter. Definitely likes to mark up your inner thighs (This is totally from a fanart of her that I saw)
- #1 Edging and blindfold lover. Could be on u, could be on her. She just loves it
- legit LOVES. LOOVVESSS painfully slow strip shows. She wants to watch you suffer and squirm in your spot.
- Praising def
- Aftercare w her is the BEST. (I can also confirm this, I'm her wife)
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Cassandra Dimitrescu
Freaky Scale: 11/10
- Just look at her.
- Massive prey predator kink
- Crazily possessive it scares me
- "Where are you going, little one?" She asks teasingly while you would run for your life as she hunts you down
- Expect to be manhandled A LOT.
- This mf is 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂
- Would it also be bad if I said she has a daddy kink...? Listen, I can explain. (No I can't)
- Bondage. Lots and lots of bondage along w gagging/blindfolds
- How would she gag u, u ask? Could be using ur panties, her fingers, ball gags, hell maybe even a strap
- Also a massive biter, more chompy than Dani and Bela. She knows her fangs r sharp and she's gonna abuse that fact
- Cassie w a happy trail...bevshwgvdbsve
- Bites all over ur body, marking you up as hers
- Dacryphilia screams Cassie, she loves watching you cry from pleasure (maybe even overstimulation)
- "You can take more, you're my good little whore aren't you?" She says while pushing you past overstimulation, relishing in how beautiful you looked crying for her
- Be bratty w her, I dare you. That woman definitely enjoys brat taming
- Spanking + strap ons = Cassandra
- MASSIVE top, she can be on the bottom yet still top you
- Have I told you guys that she rlly enjoys manhandling??
- Topping her is like crazy rare, idk what you did if you managed to convince her in letting you top
- Also a fan of edging, she just loves hearing you beg
- CHOKING. OMFG HER AND CHOKING. NEVER SEPARATED.
- This woman I swear...would definitely strap you to the bed with a vibrator on its max or lowest setting to either overstimulate you (Max setting) or to torture you (lowest setting)
- She loves testing how much u can handle
- Rough sex 🤝 Cassandra
- Would definitely pull u away from whatever ur doing for a quicky
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Daniela Dimitrescu
Freaky Scale: 10/10
- Switch. I believe in switch Daniela supremacy and I will DIE on this hill
- I feel like she occasionally likes being bratty when you're not paying attention to her
- My goodness this woman is obsessed w your blood, you can't prove me wrong
- If u think abt it, she wouldn't be afraid to show off her obsessive devotion towards u
- Unpredictable if u ask me, one moment she can be all playful and clingy then suddenly you'd find yourself either pinned to the bed or on top of her
- Experimental. Oh you mentioned a kink u wanna try? Sign her tf up!
- Also a biter, atp everyone is a biter (They can't help it, you just taste so good man)
- She has sharp fangs and she knows it. She enjoys how u shudder and whimper whenever her fangs graze ur skin
- Overstimulation, either her receiving or you, she'd still enjoy it
- Edging for her, idk I have a feeling she likes being edged
- Eating out 🤝 Daniela
- Once again, I will also die on this hill. Daniela is ADDICTED to ur taste like a smoker being addicted to vaping. "eh I can quit whenever" is like Daniela saying "Hey! I wouldn't mind fucking u without eating u out!"
- Every single sesh would always involve Dani going down on you.
- Definitely enjoys having her hair tugged, it just means that she's doing a good job
- OH THIS WOMAN LOVESSS BEING PRAISED.
- Have I mentioned how much she enjoys eating u out? Well she does
- Also a fan of light bondage
- "You taste so good..I can't get enough" She mumbled against your cunt, looking all pussy drunk with her nails digging into your thighs almost painfully
- This woman is possessive and u can't prove me wrong
- Cats 🤝 Daniela = Rubbing up against their owners
- Definitely enjoys being pounded into the bed w a strap, grips the sheets so hard she probably tore it once
- Scissoring + Vibrator combo
- Loves begging and LOVES hearing u beg
- Blindfolds on her, she def thinks it's so fun when she doesn't know what ur gonna do to her
- Would definitely talk about how you're all hers and how much she loves you while she fucks you senseless
- Can be rough whenever she wants to but would also go gentle if u ask her to
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sundrop-writes · 7 days ago
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So mad because I tried to reply to your comments the other night on my phone and I couldn't find a way to copy/paste what you said !!!! AAAAAH. anyway - thank you for consistently matching my freak and I am sorry for my fumbles in the Latina representation. I LOVE YOUUU
Star: "Leave a mark on you that can't be so easily erased" sunny I swear to god if she's not carving her name on my skin im gonna be really sad
Sunny: NOTHING MAKES ME HAPPIER THAN WHEN YOU GO INTO MY FICS COMPLETELY BLIND. it makes me reading your reactions turning into a cackling super villain I swear to god. it's hilarious
Star: doing my usual deal with Sunny where I put my trust in her completely and just ignore all the content warnings (no one got me like she's got me)
Sunny: again, absolutely hilarious. especially because I put something in the warnings specifically because I thought you would find it funny but I LOVE THAT YOU TRUST ME YAAAY
Star: "That was one thing she never missed - money. Yeah. Fuck that" starting with an anticapitalist message, very nice, very good :3
Sunny: I didn't even intend for this to be a political message, I just genuinely think that one of the best parts of a Walking Dead style apocalypse would be that there is no more need for money. AND there is a part in the show where Rosita and Daryl are working as Storm Troopers and this tiny little fucked up angry man THREATENS THEIR CHILDREN'S LIVES to make them march across Walker infested territory to make them get his money because the Common Wealth - a society that is 100% trying to be like "the old world" in terms of political structures AND CAPITALISM is trying to take over Alexandria and The Hilltop and everything and the fact that he puts so much personal value in money makes them look at him like he's insane. because he is
Star: "You pointed a gun in Abraham’s face the moment that he approached Glenn’s prone body" LOOOOOOOVE HER ! yes she will step up to this mountain of a man who's very heavily armed
Sunny: I also feel like Abraham would be amused by this because he loves kick ass women and he loves violence, even when it's directed at him. he laughed after Glenn kicked his ass
Star: "When I first met you, I thought you were the last damn woman on earth" maybe Im too sensitive but this is still the most fucked thing to say to someone, idc how casual shit was between them THAT IS FUCKED UP
Sunny: and in the show, it is framed as VERY FUCKED UP and Rosita (rightfully) cries about him saying it. but in my fic, I wanted her to be too deep in gay denial and too in love with Reader to care. Reader's tiddies will soften the blow of this
Star: "And I know you thought the same about me" i mean... Eugene was there and she still picked you (it's not Much but it is Something)
Sunny: Abraham is very Traditional Gender Roles - so between the fact that Eugene didn't know how to fire a gun and had long hair, Abraham probably thought of HIMSELF as The Last Man on Earth. just sayin
Star: "And I know that you have too.” HAH ! Gay ass
Sunny: OKAY THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME SNORT LAUGHING. I genuinely imagine you outside their fucking bedroom window pointing at laughing at Rosita during the fucking conversation omg
Star: "I’m gonna have to be the one to get the starch of your pants and kick you squarely in the ass" well that's a sentence, i think (he just Says Words sksksks)
Sunny: OKAY BUT THIS IS HOW ALL OF ABRAHAM'S DIALOGUE SOUNDS TO ME??? SOOO I think I nailed it???
Star: "God's Dirty Little Loophole" 👁️👄👁️ the what now, ma'am? "and you don't need to open them to get behind" WHAAAAAAAT (what kinda conversations were you having with your parents sksksksk)
Sunny: Hershel was very uptight so I imagine that Josephine was really chill and cool. especially because Maggie was on birth control when she went to college and I don't think she made that decision on her own, I think it was with her mother's help and influence (althought now I think about it, I think Maggie's mom died when she was like 14... ANYWAY)
Star: "she grabbed both sides of your head and firmly planted her lips on yours" :O
Sunny: I LOVE THAT LITTLE EMOJI OMG
Star: "Eugene shouted, shuffling up the street" SIR SKSKSKSKS
Sunny: OKAY BUT YOU HAVEN'T EVEN SEEN THE EPISODE SO YOU DIDN'T SEEN THE STUPID ASS TEE SHIRT HE HAD ON. it was so dumb and iconic
Star: "imagine that blade pressed up against your skin" let's absolutely fucking go, gays
Sunny: LET'S GOOO LESBIANS LET'S GOOOO
Star: "No. What are you doing here?” 🥺 oh
Sunny: again that is an absolutely perfect expression omg
Star: "It’s an electrolyte drink mix" PINK GATORADE BABY !!! THE BEST FLAVOUR THERE IS
Sunny: also it's hilarious because I decided to add this random little detail because I started drinking electrolytes recently and I was like "here Rosita needs some too" like the weirdest inspo ends up in my fics
Star: "She swore sharply under her breath in Spanish" I appreciate the vagueness instead of google translating something
Sunny: this is also something I do with English speaking characters too, say that they 'swore under their breath', without actually saying exactly what they said, as if they mumbled so you wouldn't be able to hear what they said - it makes it more realistic, like life. you don't always hear exactly what people said with perfect crystal clear description
Star: "thankful for Eugene and his big mouth" oh yeah hi Eugene ! 👋 (i always keep forgetting you're still here)
Sunny: unfortunately the show makes it impossible to forget about Eugene and keeps shoving him in my face. sigh
Star: "You didn’t know that it was Rosita’s sniper rifle" 😌 hihi
Sunny: "is that your sniper rifle or are you just filled with homicidal rage toward a straight white man? ;)"
Star: "There was another way to get this done" bite him so it looks like a walker related incident
Sunny: CLOSE but not quite what we're going for. Rick had that one covered though
Star: "All of your danger alarms were screaming and you had no clue what to do" OKAY ! Star's self defense guide (i am not an instructor but I am an over-thinker)
1. never give up the element of surprise: don't give him time to reach for the gun, tackle him to the ground (it doesn't matter if he weighs more than you, use your momentum, swipe one of his legs to get him off balance, just do it, push him towards the basket on the floor so he falls on his back)
2. KNEE HIM IN THE NUTS AT THE FIRST OPPORTUNITY !!!!! IDK WHY PEOPLE NEVER SAY THIS IN SELF DEFENSE CLASSES !!! KICK HIM WHILE HE'S DOWN !!! FIGHT DIRTY !!! IT'S YOU AND WHATEVER GOD YOU BELIEVE IN (AND HE'S NOT GONNA HELP YOU NOW)
okay class is over, that's all I got
Sunny: I am obsessed with you teaching a mini self defence class in the comments omg. I was also going for the theme that a 'strong' female character who does know how to fight can be struck by the fight or flight or freeze instinct, especially when it comes to freeze, and how the show highlighted that because Alexandria is a very civilised society like The Old World, it brought back a lot of the social constructions where even if you have an issue with someone and you feel like they are a danger to your life, you feel a social barrier against simply killing them to end that threat because killing people is uncivilised behaviour
Star: POKE HIM IN THE EYES !!!!! DONT HESITATE !!! (sorry class is back on for a second, just remembered this)
Sunny: VERY GOOD POINT. FUCK UP HIS EYES
Star: "rearing up against him as though she were ten feet tall" when walking home at night after class I always do the math in my head of "could i take this guy if tries something?" whenever I see a man walking down in my direction (as a last resort only cause I will find the easiest way to get as far away as possible) and it's almost always a yes, based only on the fact that I want to win/live more than he does
Sunny: summary of the math equation usually is: "I can kick his ass because I'm more feral than him" and I love that about you
Star: "You heard me, bendejo. Pick. It. Up" it's pendejo by the way !
Sunny: yeah instead of using google translate I went through clips of the show and just imitated things that Rosita said, and I get my hot girl hearing steered me wrong on that one. but I was CLOSE
Star: "fuck my wife in my bed" ngl I'd still give her shit for the housewife thing after this (cause I'm an asshole)
Sunny: BRAT BEHAVIOR!!!!
Star: "Why the fuck were you talking to him?” THIS IS *MY* FAULT ???? IF YOU HADN'T DITCH ME TO GO BE EDGY SOMEWHERE THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED !!!
Sunny: again, BRAT BEHAVIOR!!!!! also the phrase "to go be edgy somewhere" is fucking hilarious omg
Star: "that defiant thing rose up inside of you again" manda ela ir se fuder também, FODASE
Sunny: I don't know if I want to attempt to translate this or not... but the idea of Rosita being in a relationship who also speaks Spanish is hilarious because they would argue loudly in Spanisha and nobody else in the group would understand them so they could scream loudly about the most intimate shit and nobody else would be in on it. iconic
Star: "flipping out the blade and causing it to glint in the light" we are so close to Rosita carving her intials onto the Reader ☺️
Sunny: I love it when you know me so well <33
Star: "You crazy slut" MAYBE SO...!
Sunny: "maybe"... MAYBE???
Star: "She grabbed the meat of your inner thigh with her left hand" YEAH ???? IT'S TIME ???? "very clear sight of her initials now carved into your thigh" YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS !!!!!!!
Sunny: I love how I thought maybe this idea was too wild and crossed a line and you ASSURED ME THAT MY FREAK WAS MATCHED. YESSSS
Star: "She took the time to bandage your leg nicely before the two of you went to sleep" 😌
Sunny: she is nothing if not a nurse and a caring wife in return <333
Star: LOOOOOOOVEED THIS ONE !!!!
Sunny: YESSS I AM SO GLAD TO HEAR IT OMG !!!!! I had so much fun working on this one and I am so glad that my pookie loves it <3
Baby Said
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Dom!Rosita Espinosa x Sub!Fem!Reader
aka the Rosita Knife Kink fic
Tell me now - what’s that look on your face?
She puts her hand on my lips, begging - ‘please, end this conversation.’
Baby Said: ‘Let me taste your silhouette. You can talk between my legs.’ 
I know you really want to. 
Summary:
When you first met Rosita, you thought your attraction to her was hopeless and fated to die quietly inside of you. But it turns out - she felt the exact same way about you.
Though she doesn't quite know how to deal with her attraction to you or the new relationship that it blossoms into. She's only dated men in the past, and she never felt this way about any of them. She has never been this insanely in love before. Tempted to run away from her feelings, silently pulling away from you, she is shaken back to reality when she finds Spencer brazenly flirting with you one night.
There is only one obvious solution in her mind: claim you. Make sure the world knows that you're hers. Leave a mark on you that can't be so easily erased. (Not that you would want to.)
Dom!Rosita Espinosa x Sub!Fem!Reader. Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during Season 6.
Word Count: 15,100
The Walking Dead Masterlist | AO3 Link
Detailed warnings and author's notes below.
Warnings: the reader character goes by she/her pronouns and has a vagina and breasts; there is no major descriptors of the reader’s race, age, or looks in general (though when I was writing this, I did have in mind that the reader is around the same age as Rosita, Glenn, Maggie, and Tara - so she would be in her early to mid twenties, but that is not a hard fact); this fic DOES use Y/N; even though most of my reader characters are bisexual, the reader is explicitly a lesbian in this fic; Rosita speaks Spanish and it is not explicitly mentioned if the reader speaks Spanish as well and understands these words or not; this fic is about Rosita discovering her sexuality after the apocalypse - it could be implied that she is bisexual, but I wanted this fic to be about her discovering her true sexuality through loving the reader (so Rosita could be a lesbian or demisexual) - but she sex she had with men in the past was not traumatic, just not particularly exciting; mentions of Rosita x Abraham, including mentions of Abraham and Rosita having sex; Abraham and Rosita do break-up before Rosita and reader get together so there is no cheating; very background mentions of Sasha x Abraham (but in this version, Rosita is not at all upset about it or upset about the break-up because she’s in love with the reader); the reader calls Rosita ‘Ro’ or ‘Ro-Ro’ and she’s the only one who is allowed to use this nickname for her; this fic is set during Season 6, but there is no mention of Negan (I wanted to set this during the ambiguous time skip after the mass of Walkers is taken out in episode 8 - but I did mention Deana and Noah being alive - fucking details); mentions of common Walking Dead themes - death, Walkers, killing Walkers (and people) to survive, gun violence, etc.; lots of Spencer Monroe bashing (I fucking hate him!!!!) - mentions of Spencer having a one-sided attraction toward Rosita and toward the reader (attractions that are definitely not returned), mentions of Spencer ‘flirting’ with Rosita in a way that borders on harassment, implications that Spencer is homophobic/lesphobic and that he has a gross stereotypical fantasy of having a threesome with two women just because those women are in a relationship; the reader works as a school teacher in Alexandria (mainly teaching the teenagers); there is a scene of Spencer harassing the reader in a way that she finds scary and intimidating, (at one point, the reader even fears for her life in Spencer’s presence), but Rosita swoops in to save her.
This is a smut fic; there is sub/dom dynamics - Rosita is the dominant one (she is more of a mean dom) and the reader is submissive (the reader is somewhat of a brat at first); the main kink here is knife kink - the reader gets turned on watching Rosita use a knife while teaching a self defense class for the inexperienced Alexandrians and Rosita uses this to her advantage later; Rosita cuts off the reader’s clothes, and gives the reader a few small cuts with the knife (not major or painful) and teases her with it, and this ultimately culminates in Rosita carving her initials into the reader’s thigh - this is described as painful, but it is a pleasurable pain; general pain kink; Rosita slaps the reader (and she likes it); the reader is stripped naked and Rosita remains clothed; choking kink - not to an extreme and there is no major breathplay, but Rosita does take a hold of the reader’s throat and squeeze for a short period of time; thigh riding - Rosita grinds her knee and thigh between the reader’s legs; sweat kink - the reader fantasies about licking sweat off Rosita; blood kink - the reader is turned on by (remembered) visuals of Rosita covered in blood, and Rosita licks up the reader’s blood after cutting her with the knife; dumbification kink - Rosita calls the reader stupid (and she likes it); degradation kink - Rosita calls the reader ‘whore’ (in both Spanish and English, yay multiculturalism!!) and ‘stupid slut’ and ‘babydoll’ and ‘fuckhole’; discussion of housewife kink and kinks around ‘gender roles’ (in which Rosita is framed as the ‘man’ and the protector and the reader is framed as the more submissive ‘wife’) (though the reader is very competent in protecting herself, and it’s something Rosita is attracted to when they first meet); discussion of the reader being kept in a cage (that does not actually happen during the fic); oral sex - reader receiving; fingering - reader receiving. And I think that’s finally it for this fic.
A/N: I am soo excited to post this fic because it's my first ever fic for Rosita and I have been wanting to write for her for sooo long. I actually intended for this fic to be 'simple' and to be like 3k, but I am actually so happy that my first fic for her turned out to be like 15k and is actually really complex - she deserves it. I hope you guys enjoy it!! I love her so much and I hope that I did her justice.
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Rosita knew that for most people, there was a Before and an After. 
Before - back when the world was ‘normal’. When the world was ‘good’. When society was ‘functioning’. In her mind, that was all bullshit. People had been starving and living on the streets before too. Society had never been fully functional. 
After - the now. When the dead walked the earth, after the society that everyone knew, the life that most people had been comfortable with had crumbled away. When, in most people’s minds, everything ‘good’ had died and gone. 
But Rosita had a lot of trouble thinking of it that way. 
She was one of those people who - in a lot of ways - struggled to survive in the Old World. She had to find creative ways to make ends meet and money was always tight. 
(That was one thing she never missed - money. Yeah. Fuck that.) 
A lot of those ways involved getting dolled up and schmoozing for tips from men who were twice her age, working late nights at sleazy bars, and once she learned that it paid better, straight up scamming guys out of their ‘hard earned’ cash. Morality was never one of her strong suits, but beauty was. And guys always think that a pretty face is a truthful one. 
When the world fell apart, she saw no sense in falling with it. It was just another hard time that she would learn to live through. 
Abraham came along with his big truck and his even bigger ambitions, talking about saving the whole damn world like it was his god given right. At the time, Rosita wasn’t sure there was much left to save, but he and Eugene were two more men who liked her for her pretty face and she liked their big truck and their guns - she liked her chances of survival with them. And she was always willing to join forces with someone who had something to teach her. 
So she embarked on a mission that she didn’t have much emotional stake in. Not at first. 
The first time she had sex with Abraham, she knew it wasn’t love. But, as far as she was concerned, love was a myth anyway. She was bored and he was warm, and that was all she really needed to know. 
She was alive. She had some sense of purpose. Her life didn’t feel much different than it had before. In fact, it was better - without the dread of debt or bills hanging over her head. Even if that had been switched out for the literal dead hanging over her head every now and then. 
… 
Life was once so perfectly clear and simple to Rosita - and then she met you. 
Abraham, Rosita, and Eugene found you on the side of a hot, desolate Georgia road, tears in your eyes as you desperately stripped the riot gear off (who they later knew to be) Glenn. You had been trying to assess his condition after he had collapsed while fighting Walkers - his body clearly still weak from the flu that had almost killed him at the prison. Tara stepped up to protect the both of you, using the butt of Glenn’s heavy artillery to smash in the rotting heads before she posed to the three strangers that she ‘hoped they enjoyed the show’. 
You pointed a gun in Abraham’s face the moment that he approached Glenn’s prone body. It was something Rosita immediately liked about you - you were fiery, unafraid, and protective. You didn’t even flinch at a man so much larger than you - looked him in the eye and threatened him with a fierce tongue. It was why Rosita chose to approach you, chose to be the one to barter peace and hammer home the logic that you and your friends would never survive on the road alone. That Abraham and his big truck were truly the best option for you. 
She later found herself surprised that Glenn was on such a determined quest to find his wife. With the way you fussed over him, dabbing a wet cloth on his forehead after you finally let Abraham hoist him into the truck, checking his pulse every few minutes, making sure he was draped in shade and comfortable. Rosita thought for certain that the two of you were together. 
You laughed so hard when she told you this a few days later that you almost snorted up one of the beans that you had been eating for dinner, choking and sputtering on your food as Glenn and Tara gave Rosita a strange look. After you came down from your fit of laughter and regained your breath, you told Rosita that Glenn certainly wasn’t your type - you were only into women. 
You and Glenn had an intense closeness because he had saved your life, more than once, and you valued him intensely as a friend. You quickly added that you loved Maggie just as much as a dear friend, and hoped that she was alive out there somewhere. You hoped that his search would be fruitful. You saw nothing but comedy in the idea that you might be romantic with him. 
Rosita had no idea why she became so utterly fixated on this. 
It wasn’t like she had never met a lesbian before. She had worked at gay bars, she had plenty of gay friends. When she worked as a bartender, Drag Nights were one of her favourite events to work at. She wasn’t just fine with queer people - she embraced them. 
Tara was a lesbian too, and she didn’t find herself laying awake at night thinking about Tara’s laugh and wondering what Tara thought of her. Wondering what Tara’s hair smelled like, wondering if Tara’s skin was soft. Wondering if Tara was warm enough and wondering if she had eaten enough that day. Sure, she grew to love Tara as a friend during those days on the road together, but you were the one who was always on her mind. You were the one she couldn’t stop thinking about. 
Even more than the goal of protecting Eugene and saving the world. And increasingly, even more than Abraham. 
Even during times when Abraham would loosen his leash on Eugene just enough to insist that they sneak off somewhere to go have sex - Abraham would be inside of her and she would still be thinking about you. She would be grinning at him, kissing his neck, secretly terrified that you would overhear Abraham’s heated grunts about how much he loved her tits and that you would think less of her for it. 
She could never get you off her mind. 
There was just something about you. 
Your laugh was melodic, your skin seemed to shine under the bright Georgia sun. Even though your hair was messy and hadn’t been properly attended to in days, you looked gorgeous. You were so gorgeous. You always managed to make Rosita smile with bits of your well-timed humor, and every bit of conversation she had with you was mentally engaging - more so than she ever had since society had dissolved. Hell, probably since long before that. 
She found herself drawn to you in ways she had never been drawn to any other person in her life. 
And she found herself oddly disappointed when the group found a real home at Alexandria - not because she didn’t like it there. But because after a few days of probationary caution from Rick, the group dispersed. She and Abraham (and Eugene, like a damn child, unsure where else to go) - started living in their own place. You started living with Maggie and Glenn. 
And like clockwork, she saw you a lot less often. She worked her job keeping watch over the walls and teaching the Alexandria residents how to fight and defend themselves, and you took up a job teaching the few children that lived in the town as a school teacher - and the two of you crossed paths less and less often. Your lives became less entwined. 
And stupidly, Rosita found herself yearning for the days when the two of you slept on the train tracks with your backs pressed together - quiet nights when she could fall asleep to the thumping of your heartbeat and the sounds of crickets in the bushes. Nights when being so close to you had been for survival - but it had also been a privilege. 
… 
Rosita was puzzled when she walked into the bedroom one night to find Abraham packing - seemingly clearing out all of the drawers where his things were kept. 
It was something that instantly put a knot in her gut, though she tried her best to ignore it. She tried to tell herself that this didn’t mean anything bad. 
“Packing your stilettos?” She asked casually, posing it as a joke, hoping that he wouldn’t notice the way her voice shook. “We’ll only be gone a night.” 
She was referring to a run that was happening soon - one that he would need a much smaller, lighter bag for. 
“I’m goin’.” He replied gruffly, refusing to look up at her as he continued stuffing things into his large duffle bag. 
That bad, twisted feeling in her gut continued to brew, and she continued to try and ignore it. She tried to stay steady. 
“I am too.” She replied, that shake in her voice now more determined to break through. “But - tomorrow.” 
She hoped that he would reply in order to say that he was just overpacking out of paranoia. That his PTSD was acting up again. But instead, he said something that caused her stomach to truly twist up horribly as acid splashed at the back of her throat. 
“I’m leavin’.” He declared firmly, finally zipping up the bag and hoisting it over his shoulder. 
He finally looked at her, finally surrendering. The scared, small look in his eyes - one that she did not recognize from him - finally clued her into what was truly going on. 
He was leaving her. He was leaving the house and not coming back. He was leaving the relationship. 
Though a small part of her was terrified at the prospect of being alone, something that hadn’t happened in her life in a very long time, she found herself more scared at the realization that: this wasn’t all too upsetting. This wasn’t nearly as upsetting as it should have been for her. 
She had found herself drifting away from Abraham for a while. She had never been all too attached to him in the first place. She loved him in a sense, of course. But likely in the same way that she loved Glenn and Maggie and Tara and Eugene. She loved him as someone she couldn’t lose because they had been through too much together. 
She knew that she had never loved him as some deep, affectionate romance. 
But still, part of her screamed to hold onto him. He was an anchor, he was real. They had been through so much together. They had been a pair for so long. It was difficult to imagine sharing a bed with someone other than him. 
“Why?” Rosita whispered, almost afraid to bring the question to life in the air. 
“It happens.” Abraham grunted back - short, unwilling to truly explain. 
This only made her bubble with anger. 
‘No.’ She thought bitterly. ‘Tell me fucking why. Explain it to me if you’re going to leave me alone.’ 
“Are you serious?” She whispered sharply, more so to herself, angry that he refused to even engage in the conversation - that he was just fleeing without even an explanation. 
“This is how I want it.” He added, still refusing to truly engage with her at all. 
So now was the time Abraham Ford was choosing to be a man of few words. For hours she had been forced to sit in that stupid fucking truck, listening to him yammer on, listening to his weird metaphors and his winding war stories. And now he was choosing to clam up. 
“Why?” She demanded once again, raising her voice louder, trying to force an answer out of him. 
“Why are dingleberries brown?” He snapped, raising his voice louder than hers, trying to scare her away from the conversation. “It’s just the way shit is!” 
He then moved to leave the room, and she stepped in front of him, blocking his path to the door as she began to scream in his face, demanding answers out of him. 
“No, no!” She screamed. “After everything we’ve been through, you are not walking out that door unless you can tell me why! Tell me why!” 
She smacked her hands against his chest, trying to force his attention toward her as he stared down the hallway at the front door with intense, militant concentration. Of course. Focus on the mission. Fucking asshole. 
Abraham stopped with a huff, grabbing her arms - not with any real force, just to keep her from annoyingly swatting at him as he finally looked down at her, finally ready to give her the answer she so desperately sought. 
“When I first met you, I thought you were the last damn woman on earth.” He declared, firm and unapologetic. 
A wave of shock went through her, and she went limp under his touch. 
Her eyes went wide in a quick moment, they both knew that the other was thinking the exact same thing. It was the truth. The relationship had never been one of fondness or ‘love’ - it had never been one like Maggie and Glenn’s. Their relationship had been one of convenience. One to provide warmth against the coldness of the world. A good fuck to remind you that you’re not dead when there’s so much death around you, right in front of your face. 
Before Rosita could speak up, something in her gut telling her to defend herself - her brain screaming to deny the truth, Abraham continued on. 
“And I know you thought the same about me.” 
He said, finally letting go of the tense hold he had on her wrists - in that moment, both physically and emotionally releasing her. Unconsciously telling her that it was okay for her not to be in love with him. It was okay for her not to be hurt over the end of the relationship. 
He wasn’t expecting to be chased. 
“And well, I’ve learned to be okay with that. You’re a damn fine woman and I was lucky to have even five minutes with you.” 
“Abraham-” She breathed out, unsure where her words were even going. 
“But I’ve found someone else.” He declared, charging right past anything she had to say. “And I know that you have too.” 
“What?” Rosita gasped, entirely shocked by these words. 
She wasn’t entirely shocked by the revelation that Abraham was finally leaving her because of another woman. She had seen him hanging around with Sasha with increasing frequency. She had seen how close they had grown since the church. And she knew that he was too self upstanding to start fucking Sasha behind her back. Of all things, Abraham was not a cheater. 
It was the latter half of what he said that really threw her off.
He thought that she had someone else waiting in the wings? Did he believe that Spencer’s stupid one-sided flirting actually meant something to her? He had to know that she absolutely despised the guy, and that she would never pursue a relationship with someone as soft and stupid as Spencer.  
“What the hell are you talking about?” She gaped. “Do you think I’ve been cheating on you?” 
“No,” He shook his head, as if insulted by the idea. “Dammit - I was hopin’ to make this whole thing easy on you. To make this easier on the both of us so that you’d stop bein’ so damn stupid and just stop lyin’ to yourself. But I guess I’m gonna have to be the one to get the starch of your pants and kick you squarely in the ass, huh?” 
He had never before called Rosita stupid. She stood there, gaped with shock for a moment before she gathered the only words that she could. 
“Abraham, what are you talking about?” She asked firmly, now well and truly confused. 
He was leaving because he wanted to be with someone else. What the hell did that have to do with her being ‘stupid’? 
The small grin that graced his lips was the same one he usually held right after he smashed a Walker’s head open, or right after he ripped a particularly nasty fart that polluted the truck in a way that made him laugh when nobody else did. 
“Oh come on, darlin’.” He chuckled. “The way you’ve been eyein’ her up - you make it pretty obvious.” 
Her? 
Abraham wasn’t talking about a guy? 
When Rosita stood in dubious silence, Abraham was forced to clue her in. 
“Y/N.” He said. 
The name hitting the air was like a slap in the face for Rosita. 
He was leaving for Sasha, and he - he expected her to go after you? 
No. 
“Abraham, I’m not - I like guys.” Rosita sputtered out, eager to cover up the odd feeling rising in her throat, the feeling that something was wrong. The sense that she had been caught somehow. “I’ve been having sex with you. What - you think I’m gay all of a sudden?” 
“I think you spend a hell of a lot more time lookin’ at that woman’s tits than you ever look at me.” He shrugged in return. “And hell, I can’t blame you. She is one fine-” 
“Aye. Stop it.” She hissed sharply, kissing the inside of her teeth while she gave him a glare. 
“Alright, I get it. You don’t want me talkin’ about your girl that way.” 
“She is not my-” She let out a harsh sigh, cutting herself off while Abraham let out a chuckle. 
You would never want her. 
But that thought also struck her in the gut harsher than a blade piercing through her skin. The idea that she had been hiding here, cowering in an unhappy relationship with Abraham, hiding from her feelings for you. Hiding from someone she truly wanted to be with because she believed that you would never want her back. 
Maybe it didn’t matter if she was gay or straight or whatever. Maybe it mattered most that she was terrified of being rejected. Especially if it was being rejected by you. 
There was a pitting silence, in which Abraham stared her down with a knowing look while she turned all this over in her mind, and she hated just how smug he was. 
“Shut up.” She spat at him, though he hadn’t said anything, simply wanting to dull volumes that his smugness was hurling at her. 
Rosita was now swimming in a terrible mix of feelings - annoyance that Abraham was right, insecurity (something she so rarely felt), fear, anxiety, dread. Those confusing feelings for you bubbling toward the surface. Something she had brushed off before as friendly fondness that she was quickly learning to call affection - romantic affection. 
She became even more annoyed when Abraham let out a bright, bellowing laugh, now fully smiling at her. She resisted the urge to smack him, now wanting to blow off some steam by getting into a physical fight. She knew he wouldn’t have taken the bait anyway. 
“Fine.” He sighed, still smiling. “You don’t have to believe me. But hell, if a monkey puts on a three-piece suit and believes it’s a man, it’s still a damn monkey.” 
She wanted to point out how she hated being compared to a monkey, but she ground her teeth - because he was right. She hated it when he was right. 
“Rosita - I love you. I would still die for you or kill for you. Nothing’s gonna change that. But we both know it’s not the same anymore.” He continued on, becoming oddly soft for a moment, making her flex with a small smile now. “And I can’t sit around here waitin’ for it to be the way it was. Hell - I don’t think I want it to be the way it was. I like the way it is now.” 
“When did you get all shiny and whole?” She asked, silently knowing that this was the touch of ‘love’ on him - the glimmer of a woman who had made him feel whole in a way that she never could. She found herself oddly okay with that. She enjoyed it, in fact. She was happy for him. 
“I started goin’ to church.” He shrugged, throwing out one last bad joke. 
Rosita nodded, smiling at him, calmly accepting the truth - he was happier now. At least one of them was. 
She just wasn’t sure if she was ready to find her happiness. It was a terrifying prospect - approaching you. Exposing herself to you when she might get rejected. The idea that even if you said yes, even if you felt the same way - she would be embarking on a relationship like one she had never experienced before. She would have something so damn precious to lose. 
Abraham turned and began to walk toward the door again, and Rosita reflexively called after him. 
“Abraham?” He stopped and looked over his shoulder at her. “Do you think-?” 
She choked on her own words, too intimidated to even ask - but of course, he already knew the unspoken question that she was trying to voice. 
‘Do you really think that me and Y/N are supposed to be together?’ 
“I think anybody would be damn lucky to have you.” He said, giving her another strangely warm, genuine smile. “And I know that she spent a hell of a lotta time with her eyes focused on your ass when you weren’t payin’ attention. So I’m pretty sure all you gotta do is go get ‘er.” 
Abraham finally took off then, and as the front door shut behind him, Rosita collapsed onto the edge of the bed. 
This was the first time in so long that she had been truly afraid. 
Terrified that you were so close, yet so far away. Terrified of the idea that she could waltz right up to you and - tell you what? That she was in love with you? (That didn’t sound like a lie. In fact, the longer she sat with it, repeating it in her mind, the more it sounded like the truth. The more it felt like it.) The idea that she could ruin her friendship with you in one single second. 
That almost sounded worse than death. 
Losing you - having you upset with her and not wanting to be around her - that would be a living hell. 
And those words kept ringing through her head. 
‘All you gotta do is go get ‘er.’ 
Fuck - she hated it when Abraham was right. 
Forcing herself up with a burst of anger - anger toward Abraham that he had known about this for so long and failed to tell her, that he waited this fucking long - she rushed toward the front door, only to be stopped with Eugene’s hand on her elbow. 
“Hey, I thought you said we were gonna watch Star Wars later. I was only able to locate a DVD copy of A New Hope, which I find to be inferior to-” 
“Eugene,” She sighed harshly. “When a woman says ‘later’, what she really means is ‘fuck off’.” 
He gaped with shock, enough to let her go, and then he began shouting complaints at her. But she didn’t hear or care to hear what he said as she slammed the door in his face, and began swiftly walking (not running, telling herself not to look too stupidly eager) down the street toward Glenn and Maggie’s house. 
She had to find you. 
The three of you were sitting on the porch, laughing brightly, chatting about something. You and Glenn each had a beer in hand and Maggie was cradling a mug full of something, and she had Glenn’s hoodie draped around her shoulders - it was a very cozy, friendly scene. For a moment, Rosita almost backed off. She almost lost her nerve. 
“My Mama used to call it God's Dirty Little Loophole,” Maggie laughed brightly, adding onto whatever conversation the three of you were having. “You're supposed to keep your knees closed before marriage and you don't need to open them to get behind,” 
“Yeah it's some kind of dirty hole,” Glenn snarked in response, earning him a light smack and an eye roll from Maggie. 
But then - you noticed Rosita, standing in the middle of the dark street. A bright smile broke across your face. And her insides lit up as she remembered in an instant why she was there. She became flared with annoyance once again as she remembered that Abraham was right about the whole thing. 
“Ro-Ro!” You chimed, drawing the attention of the other two toward her. This was a playful nickname for Rosita that you had started using while on the road - one she pretended to hate that she only ever let you get away with. “I actually want you to weigh in on this - if you do anal the first time you have sex, does it count as losing your virginity?” 
Of course. You were cheerfully talking about something nonsensical and delightfully distracting. 
But in that moment, all she could think about was your lips. The way you so sweetly and delicately wrapped around the words, making something so crude seem so perfect. 
She knew that she looked like a mindless Walker, drifting up the porch without a word, not even responding to your question - but she couldn’t deny her magnetism toward you any longer. And she didn’t even care that Glenn and Maggie were watching when she grabbed both sides of your head and firmly planted her lips on yours. 
You immediately went slack under her touch, almost dropping your beer as you melted into the kiss, gently moaning into her mouth - both of you feeling the intense heat and pure chemistry that you had both been trying to deny for so long. A feeling that had been building up between the two of you since the moment you had met. 
(With her back turned to them, Rosita didn’t see the excited, knowing look that the couple gave each other, even exchanging a soft high five as the two of you continued to share that kiss.) 
Rosita pulled away from the kiss after a long, perfect moment - and while you looked at her with a dizzy, vacant expression, your whole body tingling, wondering if you were dreaming, she grabbed the beer from your hands and took a long swig. And then she propped herself beside you against the porch railing, turning to face Glenn and Maggie, who were both beaming with smiles. 
“Personally, I think the concept of virginity is bullshit.” She said, choosing to answer your earlier question instead of acknowledging the fact that she had kissed you. “Why should anybody let a man’s dick define them? It’s completely barbaric-” 
“What’s barbaric is storming out on a man in the middle of a conversation!” Eugene shouted, shuffling up the street in a pair of flip-flops, his flannel pj pants, and his obnoxious ‘Virginia Is For Lovers’ tee shirt.
Rosita rolled her eyes. 
“I am not watching Star Wars with you!” She shouted at him, her words echoing down the near empty street.  
“Wait - you have Star Wars?” Glenn asked eagerly, turning to the mullet-headed man for confirmation. 
“Yes.” Eugene replied. “But some people don’t appreciate the finer points of well-made science fiction.” He eyed Rosita heavily when he said this, and she flipped him a middle finger in response. 
Glenn and Maggie exchanged a look, Glenn clearly asking for permission to go and watch the movie, to which Maggie nodded. Glenn grinned widely and kissed Maggie on the forehead before he eagerly fled off the porch. He and Eugene walked away talking excitedly about the film and then, surprisingly, Maggie stood up from her chair. 
“I think I’m gonna head to bed early.” She said, giving an exaggerated yawn - and then she tossed a wink in your direction. “Goodnight, y’all.” 
“Night, Mags.” 
“Goodnight.” 
You and Rosita both bid her goodnight - and then, after the front door to the house closed behind her, the two of you were completely alone. 
“So - you’re not into letting a man define your life?” You posed, snatching the beer back and downing the last of it. 
“Not anymore.” She replied, giving you a grin. 
She then grabbed you by the back of the neck and kissed you firmly once again. 
That was the day she realized it. There was a Before and an After. 
The time in her life Before you, and then - the time After you. 
The time before her world was whole, and after it became whole. 
… 
Your relationship with Rosita was nothing short of electric. 
The first time the two of you had sex was shortly after that first kiss (a matter of hours, actually) - and you had never cum harder than having her between your thighs, pinning you to the bed that Abraham had once slept in while she ate you with a newly discovered passion that had you screaming. (Initially, the two of you had attempted to be discreet, but Glenn and Eugene’s movie marathon certainly didn’t last long after that.) 
You knew that the people around town were likely sick of the two of you. Annoyed by the fact that you two were constantly staring at each other, so sickly in love that you couldn’t resist grabbing and groping each other in public, a simple peck of a kiss often turning into something sloppy in front of your friends when you never meant it to. 
There was just something so intoxicating about the relationship - likely because the two of you had been trying to hold back your feelings, stuffing down the attraction for so long. And now that you got to experience those feelings so freely, now that you got to be with the person that you had wanted so badly for so long - you couldn’t help but to enjoy it. 
You couldn’t help but to enjoy something so good in a world that didn’t seem to have a lot of good in it these days. 
That was why you took any opportunity that you could during the day to visit Rosita. 
Yes, the two of you lived together now, so you saw her a lot more often. You had moved in with her and Euegene after Abraham had moved out, prompting many jokes from your friends about ‘shacking up’ - both to your face and behind your back. This meant that you saw her almost every single morning (if she didn’t get an early start before you did, or if her job didn’t call for her to pull some overnight duty). And you saw her most nights before you fell asleep, but you still felt like you didn’t get enough of her. Even the domestic bliss wasn’t enough to fulfill you when you were so damn lovesick. 
So late one afternoon, after you had dismissed your class, you walked across town to see Rosita. You would deny until your last breath that you semi-regularly dismissed your class early for this specific reason, especially considering that your class was made up of a whopping four kids and they all definitely got more than enough one on one time with you to be well educated. 
You knew that she was holding a self defense class for the under-trained, more sheltered Alexandrians in an open field out by the solar panels. If anybody asked, you had released your class early because the kids deserved to enjoy the nice weather and not because you had an alternate agenda. 
“You’re going to need to carry a knife on your person at all times,” 
She spoke with perfect authority, her voice filling the air in a way that sent chills down your spine. You couldn’t help but to admire her quiet dominance - the natural confidence that she always had when she pressed herself on top of you. You couldn’t help but to imagine that firm, smooth voice next to your ear, giving you instructions about how you were going to behave for her while she took you apart and made you quiver. 
“A well sharpened knife could always mean the difference between life and death against a Walker or a person that wants to hurt you,” 
You loved watching her work. 
She used her own switchblade as an example as she showed the others proper technique - and you couldn’t help but to admire her, a certain kind of deadly heat growing in your stomach as you watched her strong, toned arm wield the blade with confidence, slashing into the air against an imaginary enemy as she continued to spout confident instructions to her class. 
Her sleeveless shirt made it easier for you to enjoy the sight of her bronze skin in the bright sun, enjoying the sight of the sheen of sweat that gathered there. You couldn’t help but to imagine tonguing across her bicep in order to lick up that sweat, worshipping her in the filthiest ways to honor her strength, to show her what a great protector she was. 
Both of you knew that you were more than capable of protecting yourself. But there was a certain thrill whenever she stepped between you and danger. Whenever she stepped up as your protector. One that you felt now as you were reminded of just how strong she was. 
She took another stance, crouching as she slashed her knife through the air again, and she continued to yell more instructions at the class. 
Your lust numb brain couldn’t easily take in what she was saying, though. 
You simply enjoyed the pleasant warmth of her voice rolling through the air as your mind continued to wander. You remembered visuals of her stabbing that knife into soft Walker skulls and having blood drip down her arms. You thought back to a time during the escape from Terminus when she hadn’t hesitated to stab a man in the eye to keep him away from you and his blood had splashed up onto her cheek, making her angered grimace look all the more heroic as she extended a hand out to you and pulled you back from oncoming gunfire. 
At the time, you had been terrified. You had only been thinking of the fight for your life in the face of so much death. But now, you looked back at those memories - flashes of those moments - with a certain fondness. Your mind tunnel-visioned in and you could only see Rosita as a kind of beautiful Combat Barbie, coming to save you. 
It was the kind of rose coloured vision that made your pussy wet as you continued to stand there, admiring her as she stood tall at the front of the group, hands on her hips as she spoke more powerful, firm words. 
Your eyes continued to fixate on her hands - surprisingly, today she had chosen to forego her typical ‘combat’ gloves. So you were blessed with the sight of her bare, rough knuckles and long fingers twirling the thin handle of the knife around, causing the sharp, shiny blade to glint in the blazing sun. 
You almost hated that you couldn’t help but to imagine that blade pressed up against your skin. It was such a filthy thought, but once the fantasy wiggle its way through a tiny gap in your mind - it exploded to life. You knew that you would love how small and powerless you would feel underneath her if she held the knife against your neck. It would be nothing but a threat coming from her - but oh, the things you would do for her under the duress of that threat. 
You would love it if she pinned you down and tore your clothes to shreds with the sharpness of her knife, if she ran the cool metal across your skin. Even if she treated you to the sweet, stinging pinch of that knife’s tip in your flesh - just a bit. Just a little kiss of pain to make the pleasure sweeter. 
(It was a thought that had you squeezing your thighs together, hoping that your underwear wasn’t utterly ruined.) 
Rosita would be the only person you would trust to do it. Someone who had saved you from danger so many times, who had threatened men for even looking at you in a way she didn’t like. She would worship your body with the smallest touch of pain that you needed rather than punishing you cruelly with it. And again, this was a thought that had your pussy throbbing between your thighs as you mocked yourself with something that was probably never going to happen.
(She did like rough sex, but she valued you too much to even consider hurting you.)  
You were genuinely surprised when the group she was teaching began to disperse - you hadn’t realized how long you had been standing there, fantasizing about her. You knew that you were lovesick for her - but fuck, you didn’t realize that it was this bad.
Rosita waltzed across the field toward you, and you suddenly felt frozen under her gaze. You knew that it wasn’t anywhere near a crime to come and visit her - in fact, it was probably welcomed. But you were surprised that she didn’t seem happy to see you. She gave you a stern, firm-lipped scowl with tight, stressed brows pressing down from her forehead rather than greeting you with a smile. 
Perhaps the class was stressing her out, but you had a feeling that it was something more than that. 
“Hey, Ro-” You greeted her with a kind smile and warmth in your voice, and she immediately cut you off, shaking her head as she lifted her leg and retracted the blade of her knife back into the handle with her boot before she tucked it back into the pocket of her pants. 
“No.” She said. “What are you doing here?” 
Your stomach curled with an odd kind of guilt as she stared you down with piercing eyes. Of course she had noticed that you had been dismissing your class early to come and visit her. 
But like you suspected, it was more than that, even if she would never admit it to you. She wasn’t upset about the class she had been teaching or the fact that you had ditched yours in order to come and see her. 
Something had happened a few nights ago. Or rather - very early in the morning a few days ago. 
When changing over the guard shift, when the sun had just barely been kissing the sky, as she had passed Abraham her sniper rifle at the base of the ladder before he climbed up to take her place, she had made a comment about how she was glad that he hadn’t been late. (Which he had been a few other times.) She was glad because it meant that she could rush home to make you breakfast before you woke up. Your favourite was instant oatmeal with cinnamon - something she liked to wake you up with. 
Abraham had chuckled deeply in that jolly way he usually did, and said that he was happy for Rosita, because she had finally found a lover that made her ‘sweet’ and ‘soft’. She had no clue why - but those words got to her. He got inside her head once again. And this time, not for the better. 
She hadn’t rushed home to make you breakfast after he relieved her of her duty. And instead, she sharpened her knife and took a walk out in the woods. She spent the next few hours playing target practice with a random tree - throwing her knife into it so hard, over and over again, that she nearly threw out her shoulder, furiously trying to prove to herself that she hadn’t gone soft. 
For the past few days, she had been avoiding you, even if you hadn’t realized it yet. She was picking up more guard shifts, teaching more classes, volunteering to do inventory at the armory and acting like she got roped into it whenever you asked to spend time with her. 
She simply couldn’t face the fact that after all the relationships she had in the past, relationships she had with men, this relationship was going to be the one to ruin her. In those relationships, she had been so level-headed and detached, she had been able to move on so easily after the break-ups - they had come in and out of her life taking nothing from her and leaving her with valuable life skills. 
With you, she was getting soft. She was getting sappy. She was getting attached, she was becoming vulnerable. She was setting herself up to become broken. 
With you, she had so much to lose. 
Rosita Espinosa - the powerful woman - was going to be broken by you. 
“I came to bring you these,” You said brightly, giving her a smile as you extended your hands out, suddenly remembering that you had baked in another excuse to come and see her. You had brought along a bottle of water and a brown paper bag with the other half of a very large sandwich that you had saved from lunch specifically to share with her. 
“It’s pink,” She noted with slight suspicion as she took the bottle from you, eyeing it hesitantly. 
“It’s an electrolyte drink mix,” You explained. “It’s supposed to be good for you. You’ve been out here in the hot sun sweating all day. You probably need it,” 
You resisted the urge to mention how you loved the look of the sweat on her skin - how you would have given her a tongue-bath if she had asked you to. You had a feeling that she wasn’t quite in the mood to hear those remarks from you right now. 
She unscrewed the lid and took a few healthy gulps, and found herself thirstier than she was willing to admit, especially when she found that the drink tasted quite good - you were probably right. You were always good at taking care of her in ways that she forgot to take care of herself. 
“This is lunch,” You said, shoving the paper bag further into her personal space. “Mrs. Gordon made sandwiches for class today - she wouldn’t stop talking about how she made the bread from scratch. And I would be a lot more annoyed about that if it wasn’t really fucking good,” 
After she screwed the cap back on the bottle, she took the bag from you and peeked inside, and her stomach did growl quietly at the sight of the very fat sandwich wrapped in plastic. She had been so busy trying to avoid you that she hadn’t even realized she had skipped breakfast that morning in her rush to get out of bed before you woke up. 
“Thanks.” She said, her tone still sour and curt as she closed the bag again, vowing to take a break to eat later. 
“Is something wrong?” You felt the need to ask, wondering why she was being uncharacteristically cross with you. Perhaps she was just having a bad day, but it felt like she was angry with you - like you had done something. 
She shrugged, shifting her gaze toward the ground. 
She hated that she felt the need to avoid you. Especially when she missed you. She hated that something inside of her ached, that she yearned to taste your sweet lips and hear you whimper as she pressed herself between your thighs. But she had to remind herself that the thing inside of her that was yearning was something soft. Something she could afford to have. 
“I should probably go.” She said, trying her best to shrug you off. “I have to go relieve Sasha at the guard tower - and I’m pulling double duty tonight, so I probably won’t see you before you go to bed,” 
She began to walk away, but your words cut her off. 
“So we won’t get to hang out tonight?” You posed, the disappointment dipping through your words almost causing her to waver in her conviction. 
She could get someone to cover her shift if she truly wanted to flake off and hang out with you. It’s not like there was some big threat approaching town - guard duty was a precautionary thing, and a lot of people did it because they saw it as an easy job. 
Rosita did it to keep herself sharp. 
But then another wave of spite crept up inside of her as she remembered that. She needed to stay sharp. 
“No, I can’t just ‘hang out’ -” 
She swore sharply under her breath in Spanish, and for once it was in a situation that didn’t involve you naked and shoved between her body and some hard surface. You felt oddly scolded by her, as though she knew something that you didn’t. 
“I can’t just sit around doing nothing all the fucking time, okay? Not all of us are princesses - some of us have jobs, remember?” 
This was the first time she had ever called you ‘princess’ with a tone of an insult to it. This was the first time that she had ever insinuated that you didn’t pull your weight or didn’t do an equal amount of work. 
It felt strange - and it definitely felt like it was coming out of nowhere. 
“I have a job-” You shot back weakly, shocked. 
“Yeah, which you keep blowing off to come visit me like some wide-eyed little housewife.” 
She slurred the last word like it was the greatest insult she could muster, causing you even greater shock. Especially considering the last time she had called you that had been with her knee rocking between your thighs from behind, pressing precisely into your cunt while you made dinner for her and she purred into your ear about how pretty you looked in the dumb ruffled apron that Carol had given to you. 
You couldn’t pinpoint why she was so angry, and before you could formulate a reply to her dumbfounding words, someone else disrupted the conversation between the two of you. 
“Y/N?” Carl was walking up to you, holding the novel you had assigned to him in class. “I have some questions about the book - can we talk?” 
“Go do your job,” Rosita snarled at you. “I have to go do mine.” 
You tried to brush off the bizarre conversation as you turned to Carl to discuss the book, but you definitely weren’t going to let it go. 
… 
Later than night, after you had gotten off working a volunteer shift helping out at the pantry with Olivia, you were walking home by yourself, wondering how you were going to approach the problem with Rosita when the solution practically fell into your lap. 
You were carrying a white plastic laundry basket with some things in it - a plate of cookies wrapped in plastic given to you by Carol (delivered with that sickly sweet fake smile that always freaked you out a bit, especially because she only did it in front of other people); a jacket that Rosita had needed mended, now freshly sewn up by Olivia; a couple of pairs of jeans that you liked swiped from the community clothing bin; and a ‘new’ pair of boots that you thought Rosita would like, hoping that the gift would put her in a better mood. All that, and some rationed food supplies for the week for your household. 
With the canned goods and the boots in the basket, it was slightly heavy, but you were balancing it on your hip and the way home wasn’t that far. It wasn’t like Alexandria was some large, sprawling metropolis - walking from one end of town to the other took less than five minutes, even when you walked at a leisurely stroll. 
You thought you had it handled, but it seemed that your arms were pretty exhausted from the day. You had helped to unload a large haul that Glenn’s scavenging group brought back, so your back and your arms were aching from lifting all the boxes - many of them containing heavy books and paper supplies for your future classes, which you were incredibly thankful for, even if they were a pain in the ass to carry all the way down to the house that you used as a makeshift school. 
Between that and your mental distraction, thinking about Rosita, you weren’t entirely surprised when your grip wavered and the basket slipped out of your hand, accidentally spilling your goods out across the vacant street. 
At least - a street you thought was entirely vacant for the night. 
You let out a defeated sigh and dropped to your knees, beginning to gather up everything, just feeling glad that the plastic wrap was on tight enough that it had secured the cookies to the plate and you hadn’t lost your treat. You watched with intense fatigue as a can of your spaghetti rings rolled away - especially knowing that it was one of Rosita’s favourites, and again, you wanted to cheer her up with it, but you were almost too tired to chase the damn thing down the pavement. 
But you were surprised when someone appeared seemingly out of nowhere and stopped it with their foot. 
Your brief moment of relief was entirely ruined when their voice broke through the air. 
“Need a hand?” 
Spencer. 
Your gut twisted with disappointment and dread as you looked up the length of his body and saw him grinning down at you. You just hoped that those emotions weren’t too visible, not entirely written across your face as you forced a smile back. 
One awful thing about living in such a small town - you had to be polite to all of the people living there. You had to make nice with the residents to avoid being stuck behind the walls with endless petty drama. As much as you hated Spencer, you had to put up a front of likeability around him. Especially because he was Deana’s son. 
“Uh - yeah. Thanks.” You replied, shoving a few more things into your basket and rushing to get off the ground, hoping that you could make up some excuse that would get you home as quickly as possible. 
Spencer was - he was a piece of work. 
He was one of the only people in town who outright refused to acknowledge your relationship with Rosita. As much as the two of you engaged in PDA or as many times as your friends made jokes about the two of you being like ‘an old married couple’ - he never seemed to acknowledge it. Not once. 
And strangely enough, it didn’t seem to be out of homophobia. But instead, it seemed to be for the fact that he had some kind of one-sided obsession with Rosita. And since Abraham had broken up with her, he thought that he deserved an ‘opportunity’ to date her instead of you. You honestly couldn’t figure out which was worse - if he was actually a homophobe and he was just pretending to be okay with Aaron and Eric’s relationship and Tara and Denise’s, or the latter, which seemed a lot more likely to be true. 
Whenever Spencer interacted with Rosita, he complimented her in some skeezy way - he commented on her looks, he called her nicknames that she hated (like ‘babe’, or ‘sweetheart’). He kept trying to ask her over for dinner, kept trying to invite himself into your home to fix things that weren’t even broken (the ‘leaky’ faucet, the hot water heater, the ‘creaky’ floorboards). 
He had blatantly said in conversation multiple times that your home would function better with ‘a real man in it’. It had been the one time you had been thankful for Eugene and his big mouth - because he always reminded Spencer that he was the man of the house. Even though, compared to Eugene, with his Star Trek sheets and his sock monkey, Rosita most definitely was the man of the house. She was the one who knew how to fix up things and killed the spiders that Eugene screamed like a girl about.
The last time you had needed a light bulb changed but Rosita had been off on a run, you had made a point of inviting Abraham over to do it, and having beers with him on the porch after he had finished. When Spencer walked by, looking for Rosita, Abraham told him very blatantly to ‘get the fuck off my porch’ - even though it was no longer his house, and Spencer hadn’t stuck around after that. 
Spencer picked up the few cans that had rolled away on you and put them in the basket, and before you could beat him to it, he picked up the basket and gave you another unsettling smile. 
“Is this going to your place?” He asked, looking over the items and knowing that was the only obvious answer. 
“Uh - yeah.” You replied. “I - I can take it from here.” You said, holding out your hands, patiently waiting for him to hand you back the basket, but sadly - knowing that it likely wasn’t going to go over that easily with him. 
He was stubborn. And because you were known around Alexandria as ‘the school teacher’ - he wasn’t intimidated by you. He had never seen you bashing Walkers skulls or gutting unkind men when you had been forced to. 
“Oh come on, I can walk you home.” He said, a breathy chuckle in his voice. “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be lugging around all this stuff anyway. What do you even have in here - some snacks, ooh - are these boots for Ro?” 
He gave another glance at the basket and then put it off to the side, back on the ground - dismissing it for now. You knew that you could have just picked it up and walked away, but you feared that he would have followed you home. Eugene had mentioned playing some card game with Tara and Noah, so you weren’t sure if he was there. Even if he wouldn’t be of any use in protecting you, you knew that Spencer wouldn’t try anything if another man was watching over you. He was a bastard like that. 
“Rosita.” You easily corrected him, annoyance angling on your breath. 
“What?” He replied, confused. 
“Rosita.” You repeated, firmer. “She only goes by Rosita. That’s her name.” 
You didn’t bother making the distinction that she only let you call her Ro, or Ro-Ro - that you got special privileges because you were her girlfriend. Any time you brought up things like that, Spencer usually breezed right past it in conversation. He wasn’t someone who usually cared about facts. 
You felt a pair of eyes on you, and when you glanced over your shoulder, you saw the glint of something dancing in the moonlight. You didn’t know that it was Rosita’s sniper rifle, perfectly pointed at Spencer’s head while he continued to smile at you in that utterly creepy way. 
It had not been your intention to wander past her lookout perch on your way home - it just worked out that way. For a lingering moment, her finger sat comfortably on the trigger, heavily considering putting a bullet through his brain for talking to her girl like that - for even daring to look at you like that. She wanted to prove to him and everyone else in this fucking town that her love for you did not make her soft. If anything, it made her more powerful and ruthless than ever, she realized. 
But then she considered that if she shot him so suddenly, it might scare you. You didn’t deserve to be dirtied with his blood. And if she killed him, if she killed Deanna’s son, she might risk getting kicked out. She couldn’t risk losing the home she had always wanted for you. 
There was another way to get this done. 
“Whatever,” Spencer chuckled lightly. 
He shrugged off what you had said, and when you moved to pick up the basket off the ground, he very pointedly stepped in your way, causing a harsh knot to twist in your gut as he crowded into your personal space. He continued to hold your basket hostage while he looked you up and down with an odd kind of… lust lingering in his gaze. You always knew that he had a thing for Rosita, but you had never considered what might happen if he turned that disgusting attention toward you. 
Even though it had only been a few moments, you quickly learned to hate it. 
“Come on, sweetheart, let me walk you home,” 
You choked on your breath, strangely enough, you did not feel brave enough to call him out on the nickname and tell him how much you hated it. Maybe it was because you eyed the gun on his belt, one he technically wasn’t supposed to have according to his mother’s rules - or because he was much taller than you, towered over you. 
As you took another glance down the street and realized how truly vacant it was - your hand drifted to your belt and you realized that the leather holster that usually kept your knife was empty. Something Rosita would have scolded you for endlessly - but you had been using it to open some of the (miraculously) untouched boxes that Glenn had brought back in order to unpack them, and in your tired state, you had forgotten it - left it behind. The rigid, important rules that Rosita had been teaching in her class earlier that day had already been broken by you. 
So now you were stranded on an empty street with Spencer staring you down in an uncomfortable, piercing way, insisting that he walk home with you. He had a gun and he was trying to get you alone in an enclosed space. All of your danger alarms were screaming and you had no clue what to do. 
“What time does Ro get off?” 
He asked, further reminding you just how vulnerable you were. It was a question you didn’t want to answer because she had told you that she was working a double shift of guard duty and that meant she wouldn’t be back at the house until the early morning. When you were speechless at his question, he reached out, brushing fingers down your neck in a way that made you recoil slightly, tempted to simply run away until you made it to Glenn and Maggie’s. 
“I’m sure we could make the bed and nice and cozy before she gets back-” 
“No.” You said, finally finding your voice to reject him, utterly disgusted by the implications behind his words. 
When you tried to step away from him, moving to act on the idea to simply abandon your supplies in favour of running away (hoping to find Abraham or Rick or Michonne or Daryl or someone) - he reached out and snatched your arm, gripping your wrist so tightly that it startled you, and caused you to freeze as an uncomfortable pain bloomed from the spot where he dug his grip into your flesh. 
Panic spread through you, and your breath stilled in your chest. You wanted to scream, but nothing came out. 
“No?” He repeated back, clearly aghast that you would dare to speak the word to him. In a moment, he shifted from playing at kindness to something a lot darker - rage painted across his features in a way that utterly terrified you. “Come on, I’ve seen the way you look at me. You can’t tell me that you waltz around here in those tight pants and those low cut little shirts because you don’t want a man’s attention,” 
The only person’s attention you ever wanted was Rosita’s. 
You tried pulling away from him, but he dug his hand into your wrist harder, making you wince. Your heart thumped inside your chest, and you wondered for a terrified moment if he would be the type of person to stab you or shoot you in the head and then spin some story about how a Walker got you. 
“No, I-” 
“Y/N.” 
You let out a breath of relief when Rosita’s voice came from behind you, and Spencer’s touch quickly retracted from you - like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, quick to rip his hand back from something he knew he wasn’t supposed to be touching. Though she had been angry the last time you had seen her, you found an intense comfort in watching her approach - you knew that an angry Rosita would always be kinder and safer than a Spencer who pretended to be kind. 
You melted into her touch as she wrapped a firm arm around your shoulders from behind, pulling you into her and very pointedly away from Spencer, making a gap between you and him as she glared at the man over your shoulder. 
“Everything good here, babe?” She said, her voice low, her breath puffing against your cheek, the words very clearly directed at you, but still loud enough for him to hear them. 
“Better now.” You sighed, leaning into her body, feeling protected by the arm around you - by the warmth of her presence against your back, and the hard prodding against your lower back that you knew had to be a knife on her belt. (One she would never carelessly forget somewhere.) 
Spencer, clearly anxious under Rosita’s gaze, scrambled to explain himself. 
“I was just-” 
“You were just backing the fuck away from my girl.” Rosita barked out sharply, cutting off whatever bullshit he would attempt to spew. 
You would be lying if you said that the power and dominant possessiveness in her words didn’t turn you on. It was something that had been latent in you for hours - since you had become obsessed, watching her handle her knife with so much skill while she taught her class. And now it was back again with a vengeance as she woefully let you go and stepped around your body to face Spencer, rearing up against him as though she were ten feet tall, even though she had to crane her neck to make eye contact with him. 
“Come on-” 
“No.” She growled. “Whatever you were gonna say - no. Whatever you’re thinking - no. Whatever you think you can do - fuck no.” 
She then pointed to the basket on the ground, and with power so intense that it nearly crackled in the air, she ordered out: 
“Pick it up.” 
“W-what?” He stuttered out, clearly intimidated by her but making some feeble attempt to stand his ground. 
“You heard me, bendejo. Pick. It. Up.” 
Spencer then moved toward it in jolting motions just as stuttery as his words, and you watched with intense magnetism, in utter awe of Rosita’s power as he bent below her and picked up the basket, and then she snatched it from his limp arms and in turn, shoved the rifle from her watch duty into his arms, which he clumsily took. 
If he had anything more to say, he didn’t dare attempt to get the words out. Not while she was looking at him with a tight jaw and fire in her eyes. 
“I’m gonna take this, and you’re gonna take my watch, and you’re gonna feel lucky that you get to walk away from this with all your limbs intact, comprende?” She spat out harshly, putting a thick accent on the last word, showing just how angry she was with him. 
“Ro, I was just joking around-” He made one last attempt to make amends, and one final, fatal mistake along with it. 
“It’s Rosita.” She corrected him sharply. “And you can go ‘joke around’ - by yourself, at the top of that fucking watch tower.” 
She said, clearly injecting a double meaning to her words as she propped the basket on one hip and pointed to the tower she had just come from. 
“I’m gonna take my stuff back to my home and fuck my wife in my bed - because that’s my goddamn job, not yours.” 
Rosita put an intense amount of fire on the possessive words, causing goosebumps to spring up across your skin within seconds. 
Before Spencer could speak another word, Rosita put that free hand on your lower back and ushered you away, leaving Spencer gape-mouthed in the middle of the street and shocked at the pure vulgarity of her words. 
Which was something that had your pussy throbbing between your thighs as you took a sideways glance at her still very mean, rage fueled expression. It was the most vulgar way she had ever claimed you in front of someone else - and especially after the conversation the two of you had that afternoon, you had a feeling that whatever crisis she was having was most definitely over. 
She had a new mission in mind now - a new divine purpose. 
… 
And that divine purpose started with shoving you down onto the bed so roughly that the springs screamed in protest. But neither of you could come close to caring as she kicked the bedroom door closed with her foot and shed her jacket - you stared at her with lustful eyes as she flipped off her hat as well, causing a few stray hairs to escape from her neat ponytail. She was a vision in a tight tank top, the round neckline dipping to reveal just the right amount of cleavage, her jeans tight as usual with her knife holster clipped to the hip, making her look all the more powerful. 
You were settled in the middle of the smooth comforter (you always made it a habit to make the bed - you liked to keep a neat and tidy home, even though it didn’t matter much these days) on your elbows as you watched her, trembling with anticipation as to what would come next. You wondered what was in store for you with such a powerful woman - if she would treat you like a precious angel as she normally did, or if you were finally in for the punishment that you had always craved at her hand. 
“What the hell is wrong with you?” She huffed out, her power and intensity filling the room to capacity, making it near impossible for you to breathe as you continued to stare up at her, mesmerized. 
It left you speechless - unable to answer the question, your brain numb to the fact that she had even asked you something as you squirmed aimlessly, unconsciously seeking friction between your thighs. 
“Hey!” 
She shouted, crowding into your personal space, planting a firm knee on the bed between your thighs and grabbing your face with a fierce, tight grip - her thumb digging into your cheek on one side and her two fingers disturbing soft skin almost down into your teeth on the other. 
“I’m fuckin’ talking to you.” She snarled, her quiet voice much more intimidating than a full on scream. “What’s wrong with you, are you stupid? Why the fuck were you talking to him?” 
The feeling of being underneath her, being trapped there - it made your heart thump and made your pussy ache, but strangely, something inside of you flared with defiance. Something in you screamed to see just how far this would go. 
“Me?” You snapped back in reply. “He approached me! He-”
Rosita didn’t care to listen to the rest of your excuses - her anger at Spencer was still boiling inside of her, and she was too tense and fed up from all the emotions that had been running high inside of her for the past few days. She had been trying to avoid you, trying to deny everything she felt for you. She needed to protect you, to keep you away from scum like him - but you were too damn stubborn. You couldn’t just shut up and see how special you were - how perfect you were. 
She pulled her grip away from your face, hauling her hand back and swinging her arm to collide the back of her hand sharply with your face. At the same time, she shoved her knee right up against your cunt, making for a dizzying combination when pain bloomed across your cheek and the first bit of contact caused between your thighs tingles to spread through your swollen, aching pussy - trapped inside of your jeans. The combination of sensations made you moan weekly and arch into her touch, only proving how much you needed her. 
“Puta!” 
She spat out harshly, the filthy word bouncing off your skull in the most delightful way. She could call you anything in her velvet voice and your pussy would leak because of it. 
She then reached down to take a hold of your throat, tentatively gripping, not nearly enough to make you dizzy - just enough to truly possess you, to show you that she was in charge. It was something that had you gasping and leaning into the touch, aching for more. And she shoved her knee tighter against your clothed cunt while she gave you another sharp glare. 
“You should have been at home! You stupid slut! What the fuck do you expect when you’re running around out there at night, huh? You think the world is gonna treat pretty little whores like you nicely?” 
It was her very guarded way of telling you that she cared. Her way of telling you that she had moved you into her home so quickly after the relationship started because she wanted you to be protected. She preferred that you took a calm day job as a school teacher while she was the one on guard duty, the one out beyond the walls doing runs so that you wouldn’t have to worry about facing the harsh reality of the world. She would have killed a thousand men for you if it kept your hands clean and your mind unburdened.  
She probably would have killed Spencer to protect you if she hadn’t been more worried about the consequences from Deana. 
But still - instead of telling her that you had been working at the pantry, filling your basket with things to bribe her into a better mood with, that defiant thing rose up inside of you again. That thing that begged for her to squeeze harder around your neck - for her to strip off your clothes and fuck you senseless. That part of you that was angry that she had been so harsh with you earlier that afternoon. 
“Maybe I liked it,” You choked out, rubbing yourself down against her knee, unable to resist playing the whore that she accused you of being. “Maybe I was happy to finally get some attention from someone,” 
Unknown to you, this was just the right button to push. Rosita’s possessive instincts flared up again, and she ticked with rage as she became fueled by the goal to have you thinking of nobody but her. 
“Oh, attention?” 
She mocked you, the faux-sweet tone already making you dizzy. Your stomach flipped when she reached into her back pocket and pulled out the switchblade from earlier that day - your breath hitched as she pushed the button, flipping out the blade and causing it to glint in the light. She had seen the way you had been staring at her during the class - the lustful look on your face so damn readable. Of course she was going to use that to her advantage. 
She leaned down, putting more pressure on the hand holding your throat as she brought the blade close to your cheek, causing you to let out a harsh whimper. 
“Seemed like you only wanted my attention when I had this in my hand.” 
“Ro-” You whined, arching up, unintentionally making yourself breathless as you leaned into her tense palm stuck to your throat, pressing the seam of your jeans tightly to your clit where her knee was still so firm between your legs. 
It was a combination of sensations that made your brain melt between your ears in the most perfect way. All too quickly, your bratty act melted away, and now, you were incredibly pliant under her touch and all too desperate to see what she would do next. 
She let out a mocking laugh, giving you a grin that could have cut down a field of Walkers with its sharpness, and your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for her next move. 
“What, babydoll? Are you so damn eager for the slightest lick of attention that you don’t care if it’s my fingers or my knife? You want me to slice you up?” 
You knew it was insane, but you couldn’t deny how fucking soaked you were - and you knew she felt the heat coming off your cunt, that she saw the lust absolutely glossing over your eyes. 
A look of dawning came across Rosita’s face - shock flickered over her features for just a moment before it was restored to calm, intense control. She was hit with the realization that you truly wanted this - you truly wanted the pleasurable pain that her knife could bring you, especially when she was the one controlling it. She gave your throat a tiny squeeze, ensuring you that she could give you exactly what you needed before she continued. 
“Oh my god - you really do want this, huh? You crazy slut.” 
You gave a nod and let out a moan - a sound that only doubled in on itself when she placed the cool blade flat against your cheek, beginning to oh-so-slightly skim the sharp edge along your soft skin. 
“Hmm…” She said, as though truly contemplating. “No, I can’t mark up this pretty face.” 
Then she moved the knife downward, and you let out a sharp gasp when you felt it press under the thin strap of your tank top. You were wearing it under a loose flannel, which had mostly fallen off your shoulders in your haste to get to the bed and was now tangled around your elbows. You hadn’t put on a bra that morning, as the only good one you had needed a hole sewed up in it, and you knew that your lust-hardened nipples were more than visible through the thin fabric of your tank top. 
“Maybe… here?” She grinned at you, pretending to be indecisive when she was the most sure-minded person that you knew. 
You let out a loud, rattling moan when she yanked the knife upward, tugging it through the fabric of the strap, cutting it completely loose and free from your body. This left only your shoulder bare and didn’t even mark your skin, but the act of her cutting off your clothes felt so erotic to you that your blood was thumping even harder through your veins. You couldn’t hold yourself back from grinding even harder against her knee, humping her like a bitch in heat as you panted harshly into the air, gasping for breath and becoming utterly overwhelmed with lust. 
“I shouldn’t even let you have clothes,” 
She whispered furiously, skimming the tip of the knife along your cleavage, barely pressing it down, leaving behind just a tiny sting where the utmost point scraped across your skin - just enough to leave you buzzing and arching up into the touch. By the time she let go of your throat, passing off the knife into her other hand to place it under the other strap, you were panting earnestly, watching her with intense rapture. 
“I should just keep you here, in this room, naked. I should keep you in a fucking cage so that scum like Spencer can never even look at you,” 
Her words alone made your clit practically vibrate between your thighs, utterly entranced by the idea of being a caged whore for her. 
She punctuated this point by ruining the other strap, making quick work of it. So quick that the tip of the knife left the tiniest little indenture on your shoulder, one so small that it drew up the barest little droplet of blood. Of course, she was eager to lean down and tongue over it, moaning into your skin as she sucked this small trace of blood down, making you shove your fingers into her hair and moan loudly in return. 
“Rosita, please!” 
“Say that you’re mine.” She demanded, her breath becoming airy too, showing that you definitely weren’t the only one affected by this. 
“I’m yours,” 
You were her mindless puppet now, and you easily complied with the demand. You absolutely loved the feeling of the words on your tongue while you looked into her dark eyes, loving the honey sweet madness that danced there - something that was eventually going to drive you insane but made you feel perfectly at home for now. 
“Again!” She barked. 
The power was swallowing her whole, but she couldn’t help it. If she had you, she was capable of anything. 
“I’m yours!” You replied, louder this time, more desperate. 
“What the fuck were you thinking, huh?” 
She posed, moving to straddle you across your thighs, sadly removing her knee from between your legs and taking away the thing you had to hump against. She pinned you to the bed with her body weight while she brought the knife to the top of your shirt, slicing into the fabric and quickly tearing it apart, revealing your heaving breasts - your nipples pebbled tight with lust. 
“Going out after dark, going out alone - are you fucking stupid?” 
Stupidly, as she accused you of being, you thought this was actually a question that required you to answer. 
“I thought-” You began, but she sharply cut you off, pressing the blade to your lips in a way that made you immediately freeze up, letting out a whimper. 
“That’s it! That’s the whole fucking problem!” She hissed in return. “A dumb slut like you shouldn’t be allowed to think. You’re just a stupid little fuckhole. You should know your place.” 
You began panting harshly again as she ran the knife down across your neck - just barely skimming the blade across your skin as she ran it down your chest and over the mounds of your breasts, teasing you as your panting became more intense with anticipation. The whole time, she stared you down with a very certain, serious gaze. You felt so delightfully trapped underneath her - there’s no other place in the world you would have rather been. 
“Do you know your place?” Rosita asked, utterly serious. 
You nodded in quick jolts, believing that she didn’t want you to speak again. 
“Then tell me.” 
“I’m yours.” You babbled out again, loving to say it, knowing it was an answer she liked to hear. 
“And?” She prompted. 
With your brain so focused on the sharp edge running across your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and your cunt throbbing between your thighs, you had to rack your brain for what felt like a moment too long, desperately looking for the answer. 
“I’m - I’m a stupid fuckhole,” You stuttered out. 
This revelation earned you the end of your teasing - Rosita finally, precisely, dipped the end of the knife against your breast, making a small, sharp cut right above your nipple. Something no bigger than a paper cut that leaked the smallest amount of blood - a cut that likely wouldn’t even leave a scar. 
Still, the feeling made you moan like a whore as you arched up wildly, the endorphins driving your body wild. She didn’t leave you hanging for long, immediately dipping her head down to tongue along the cut, not letting the blood escape her as she laved over the small cut before she engulfed your tit completely into her mouth. She sucked so harshly on the flesh, devouring you in a way that made you moan even louder and thrash underneath her. 
You didn’t have room to be upset at the fact that she didn’t linger there for long, because she began to descend down your body with more wet, open-mouthed kisses. She even threw in a few harsh, sucking bites - clearly determined to mark you, even if it was in places that nobody would see. Your thighs shook with anticipation and your throat became choked off in your own spit. Especially when she reached for your jeans and was absolutely merciless in ridding them from your body, using her knife to desomate the button in such a harsh way that it clinked on the floor somewhere. 
In the back of your mind, you were thankful that you had picked up those new pairs of jeans. But that ghost of a thought completely dissolved off as she ripped the denim off you, her patience clearly thin and growing thinner by the second. She then took her knife to the leg hole of your underwear at your hip - proceeding to completely cut them off your body. She was forced to peel the scraps off you with how wetly it was stuck to your pathetically hot, overwhelmed cunt. Something that both turned you on a little bit more. 
She swore under her breath as she was faced with the sight - your pussy now freely leaking onto the bed, absolutely throbbing, clearly so utterly needy for her. 
Eye level with your weeping gash, you thought for certain that she wouldn’t hesitate to dive in. You thought that she would want to make an example out of forcing orgasms out of you until you cried just to prove how much you needed her. And you were surprised when she rose up on her knees, locking eyes with you once again. 
“You really wanna be mine?” She asked, a surprising timidness creeping into her voice. 
“Of course,” You replied, a sex-addled warbling in your tone that made it sound like you had been thoroughly fucked even though she hadn’t touched you yet. 
“You trust me?” She wondered quietly. 
You had to wonder why she even asked the question, but you gave your most honest answer. 
“More than anything in the world, Ro.” 
It was a passionate declaration on your part - one that made her entirely certain about her next move. 
She grabbed the meat of your inner thigh with her left hand, pinning your leg down to the bed and forcing you open in a way that made you think her fingers or her tongue were coming next. You received a delightful shock when she took the knife in her right hand and brought the tip of it to the soft, delicate flesh of your inner thigh with intense precision and certainty. 
Sharp stings of pain ran up your body from the place where she dug the knife into your skin, and you began to moan. 
It wasn’t even close to the worst pain you had ever felt, and with the lustful heat already so intense inside of you, your body couldn’t help but to interpret this as the most glorious kind of pain. Especially with the feeling of her hand on your thigh, the knowledge that she was the one doing this to you - it certainly didn’t feel wrong. In fact - it felt so damn right. 
If she hadn’t been holding you down so firmly, you certainly would have been writhing under her. You knew that your pussy was leaking even more, and the sight of your hole pulsing and clenching around nothing with utter need was the only thing that broke her concentration even slightly. It was lucky that she finished up quickly, and didn’t take intense genius to partake in what she needed to do. 
All too soon, she removed the knife from your skin, leaving you aching with the dull aftershocks of the sweet pain. You choked out another moan when she lifted the now red-soaked tip to her mouth and licked your blood off it. She hummed with pride at the taste, feeling utterly content as she looked down at the modestly sized but very clear sight of her initials now carved into your thigh. 
You were marked as hers forever now. 
“Ro, Ro, please-” 
You moaned out, now somehow more desperate than ever, shaking with need, absolutely desperate for her to touch you. She placed the knife on an empty spot beside you, abandoning it for now, very tempted to never wash it again now that it was blessed with your blood. 
“Hey, shh. I’ve got you,” She said, her voice dropping low in a perfectly delicious way. “You’re all mine now.” 
She got low on her stomach once again, propping herself between your legs to collect her prize. She opened her mouth and swiped her tongue across your inner thigh, making the wounds sting even fiercer as she licked up the blood that was freely leaking down onto the bed (mentally vowing that she would bandage you up properly later). And then, she finally turned her head and used that copper tinted tongue to make a greedy swipe along your swollen, untouched cunt - a move that made you moan and arch into her as a lust that had been festering in you all day was finally working to be released. 
She didn’t hesitate from there - you were hers now. Utterly, undeniably hers, and no girl of hers was going to leave her bed unsatisfied. 
She pinned your knees to the bed wide open, careful not to dig her fingers into the freshly cut skin, still admiring her work out of the corner of her eye and absolutely loving it. She latched her lips into your mound and began jabbing her tongue against your swollen clit - sucking the swollen bead intensely and loving every wrecked noise you let out. Loving the feeling of your heartbeat throbbing under her lips, loving the way you kept desperately trying to buck up into her touch even though your body was already too worn out to do so. 
You could do little more than lay there and take it as she opened her jaw wide and laved her tongue over you, drinking up as much of your wetness as possible, intent to truly devour you. She loved how your sweetness mixed with your tinny blood on her tongue - both so sharp and bitter and so utterly you, your essence now absolutely entrenched in her veins, part of you inside of her that would never be able to be washed away. 
She was marked just as deeply as she had marked you. 
Truthfully - Rosita knew she had been marked by you since the day she had first laid eyes on you. 
It was likely why she was so determined to leave a lasting scar on you - so determined to have proof that you were hers. It was why she was driven so mad by the idea of another man even looking at you when she had barely been bothered by him flirting with her for weeks before that. She wanted to protect you from the horrors of the world, she wanted to keep you high on a pedestal where nothing could ever reach you. 
She wanted to crawl inside of you to have your warmth constantly surrounding her because the touch of a man had never compared for her. It had never even come close to this. 
She wanted to bathe in your cunt and the pretty sounds you made whenever she fucked you like this. She wanted to own you the same way that the earth owns the sun - not in truth, but in the belief that it could be possible while bathing in that perfect warmth without completely burning up. 
“Please, please, please-” 
You chanted, humping yourself mindlessly against her face while she selfishly sucked on your clit, not yet with true intent to make you cum, but simply enjoying your taste - simply bathing in that warmth. 
But then she was reminded of her job, reminded of her sacred duty to you. So she took one of her hands off your knee, bringing her fingers - slightly calloused, strong from all the hard work she did to protect the community, to protect you, firm from all the time she spent wielding knives and working the trigger of a gun. And she didn’t hesitate to slide those fingers inside of you while she tongued furiously over your clit. She finger-fucked you wetly, causing intense, filthy sounds to resonate through the room while you gasped for air. 
“Rosita!” 
She hummed against your clit at the pure enjoyment of her name on your lips, and it was those small vibrations that sent you hurdling over the edge, bringing your orgasm crashing down over you. 
You arched up off the bed and flooded around her fingers as you went near-silent, absolutely breathless while your body was rocked by the impossible sensation - your cunt now smeared with blood as your wounds continued to leak freely. Rosita leaned in and tongued over the wound again, enjoying another coppery mouthful with a heady moan of her own as she continued to finger you through your orgasm. 
When she finally pulled away, your heart throbbed at the sight of her - her chin covered in your wetness, her dark hair wild and falling from its once neat ponytail, her lips covered in a trace of red that was more perfect than any lipstick you could have ever imagined. You couldn’t help but to smile at her as you pulled her in for a kiss, savouring the taste of yourself on her tongue. 
… 
She took the time to bandage your leg nicely before the two of you went to sleep. The simple kiss that she laid on top of the bandage meant more to you than any complex words she could have spun. 
You were truly hers now. And there was no running from that. 
… 
The next day when you went to visit her as she prepared for a run - oddly enough, one that would have Spencer on the crew - there was a distinct soreness to your gait. One that made it look like you had just gotten off a very long horse ride as you tried not to rub your sore inner thigh up against your other leg while you walked. Spencer gave you a strange look as you bid Rosita good luck on the run and gave her a long, heated kiss on the mouth - but both of you ignored him.
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A/N: Please keep in mind, this is a oneshot, and there will not be a continuation or a 'Part 2'. This story is complete as it is, so if you are going to comment, please only comment about the content that has already been written instead of asking for more.
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babieken · 3 years ago
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I know she’s already denied them dating (which i would’ve supported anyway) but GAWD LOOK HOW BIG HE IS
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bbyboybucket · 2 years ago
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I think it’s hilarious that I had no clue that Bucky existed till last year and y’all should hear the story of my mcu perspective before I watched TFATWS. Bc basically I was a casual MCU fan before Disney+ bc I was a child for most of its history so I didn’t always have a ride to the theatre or money to pay to see the shit. So I’d only seen some of the movies, but I loved all of em that I did watch. But like I literally didnt know shit about shit. I literally just filled in the blanks with what seemed the most logical in my head. And ofc after watching WandaVision and Loki, I was like “okay I’m gonna start watching all the new stuff that comes out” so I naturally planned to watch TFATWS next.
But the thing was, I had no idea wtf that was gonna be about, I had no idea who the fuck Falcon or the Winter Soldier was. So I had to google “what to watch before watching TFATWS” and ofc it was all the cap movies etc. And for reference, I had already watched Endgame at least 3 times at this point. I fucking loved Endgame, still do, but I absolutely do not remember Bucky being in it for those first 3 watches. Like it’s basically my own personal Mandela effect. Bc I literally remember only Sam and Bruce being there when Steve returned the stones. And I remember my reaction to that seen being three things: “He looks like Joe Biden” “Aw cute, the guy from ant man is gonna be Captain America now, okay yeah he’s cool.” and “Aw Steve got to be with his old girlfriend”. That’s dead ass it. I don’t remember bein like “who is this greasy ass man??” Bc usually when I don’t know a character I question it but he was apparently just invisible to me.
So anyways, when it came to catching up to understand TFATWS. I was like okay, I already watched CA:TFA when I was a kid. And what I remembered from that was: science stuff happened, Steve fell in love with Peggy, and he got frozen. That’s literally it but I thought that was the gist of the movie so I was like “okay I’m just gonna watch CA:TWS.”
So when it gets to the memorial scene in the Smithsonian and Steve is all sad about Bucky, I literally was so fucking annoyed, I was not having having it. I literally was like “uhhhh do they expect me to know who tf that is??” And they just bringing him up and I was like “who the hell is Bucky?” (literally, I was sayin that before he did) “Why are they trying to bring this random ass dude in and expect us to give a fuck about him? Idc that his random ass irrelevant ass friend we never seen is dead shut up.” So then the whole mask off thing happens and Steve is like “Bucky? 😧” and I was like 😧😧😧😧 And then he’s all posin and shit and I was like “wait a minuteeeee I think this is that dude I saw on tiktok once, yeah, he is kinda hot I see why they might like him”
Also think it’s worth mentioning that Sam came up in that first scene and I was like “ANT MAN GUY 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩”. I was stanning him. Did I know his name? No. Did I know what he did? No. But he was funny in Ant Man so I was like “YAYYYY 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩.”
But anyways, then the movie kept goin on and I was like “maybe this bucky dude isn’t random” so I googled it and realized I needed to rewatch TFA bc that man was apparently in it, so I did and I was like ohhhhhh. Then I was like “damn that’s kinda sad” when I thought about how the two movies played out.
So after finishing the TFA, I skipped civil war bc I didn’t think I needed it. So I went straight to TFATWS. And I was definitely confused in some parts, but literally by the end of the first episode I was like “okay I think I love this Bucky guy now”. And then I got obsessed and here we are now. But yeah I think it’s funny bc I was so confused about so much.
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sexologii · 4 years ago
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unpopular onion but tiff isn’t as good of a player as we all thought. she’s attempted vote flips and failed every time and her biggest target who she’s been wanting out for over a month is still in the house. the only reason she (and azah) haven’t been nominated is bc nobody sees them as a threat. the house sees them as weak in comps. i still want a tiffany win tho I’m just sayin she’s not that good. if she somehow manages to save dx then i take it back but atm ky and x are outplaying the co women in every aspect 🥴
no she is extremely good, extremely extremely good player, good player in a bad circumstance, i don’t think people realize how hard it is to manage 15 other relationships from the time you step foot in the house, this week not explicitly telling baby d not to play roulette was a bad decision, and i see both sides of it during the christian/sb vote, but usually my mindset is if you start something follow through, so i think she should’ve just done the vote flip simply because she already entertained the idea and talked to people about it, i think her game losing mistake is playing for the cookout but not bothering to form good relationships with the jokers, idc if y’all say they’re good now, tiffany always make it slightly tense between her and azah, azah should not feel comfortable talking game to her, big d tiffany just doesn’t seem to care about at all, which like okay you don’t care it is what it is then
kyland i will accept as being good, i don’t think he’s that good, i don’t think he’s running the house hood, tiffany is running the house good, X is not a good player at all, i don’t know that i’ve ever seen such passive gameplay get praised like this, like he’s only doing well because he’s black, a king, and a man
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Lapis and Ford.
Lapis: 
Why I like them: Because she’s angsty and sad and beautiful and great
Why I don’t: Because her personality isn’t fucking consistent but that’s not her fault tbh
Favorite episode (scene if movie): Alone at Sea 
Favorite season/movie: Season 3
Favorite line: “Thanks but I’m not putting that on my body” (I fucking love that bit)
Favorite outfit: Her usual one (though when we get to see them legs of hers in her baseball outfit... damn)
OTP: Lapidot
Brotp: Her and Steven
Head Canon: Her and Peridot have fused, we just haven’t seen it happen on screen yet
Unpopular opinion: Her design and color pallet are both beautiful fuck all ya’ll
A wish: GIVE LAPIS A FUCKING SONG 2K17
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I need her to appear more so if they just end up reducing the number of episodes she’s in even more I swear to god I’ll go to the crewniverse myself with a fucking pitchfork and torch idc
5 words to best describe them: Beautiful, sad, angsty, dower, angel
My nickname for them: Water wife
Ford: 
Why I like them: Because he’s a fucking nerd who has a sad af backstory and just deserves peace and hugs and ughghghghghgh
Why I don’t: Because he’s too damn prideful to see the fucking obvious 
Favorite episode (scene if movie): Dipper and Mabel V. The Future 
Favorite season/movie: 2 (aka the only one he’s in) 
Favorite line: “I haven’t been in this dimension for a while. Its still acceptable to give children weapons, right?”
Favorite outfit: Classic trenchcoat and red sweater what a good combo
OTP: Ford is ace kiddos I don’t make the rules I just follow em
Brotp: The bond between Ford and Dipper gives me LIFEEEEEE
Head Canon: He suffers from PTSD I mean after all the shit he’s been through he fucking has to
Unpopular opinion: Ford should have never told Dipper to keep the rift a secret from Mabel. Just sayin. 
A wish: Wish he had fuckin written in blacklight ink in the pages in the journal that detail his adventures in the multiverse
An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: I love him, but I swear to god if he ever tries to get in between my younger Mystery twins again I’ll fucking kick his ass
5 words to best describe them: Nerd, hot, irresponsible, sad, proud
My nickname for them: NERD HUSBAND, HUNKLE Ford
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punkscowardschampions · 6 years ago
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Ali & Marlene
Ali: Hey babe, sorry I missed rehearsal, know you rocked it regardless  💋 Marlene: Kind of need our lead singer to do that. Instrumental wasn't the vision for the track, babygirl Marlene: Where did you have to be? We could've rescheduled Ali: I know, I know, my bad! Make it up to you Ali: Ugh, got detention, didn't I Ali: don't even get me started on that Marlene: Make it up to me alone or me and the band? Marlene: Little rebel Marlene: Can't have you getting in more trouble by ditching, can we? Marlene: I'll add in another rehearsal, the girls won't mind Ali: Why not both? Ali: Come over and I'll record the vocals for you Ali: You know it boo 👩🏼‍🎤 Ali: Exactly, even though I'm fully staging a protest tomorrow Marlene: That's my girl Marlene: I'll be there front and centre, lending my voice to the movement Ali: Aww, so supportive Ali: cute 😉 Ali: I've rallied all the usual suspects so it shouldn't be a flop Ali: we have the allotted hours, like, if they fail to control us in 'em, why add more, yeah? pointless, where's the logic Marlene: Making me so proud to have you on my arm Ali: As you should be Ali: Though that arms not bad 💪 Marlene: I wouldn't be the best bassist in this shithole if it was Ali: One track mind 😏 SUCH a bassist Ali: don't you ever break that focus? Marlene: It has been known Marlene: For the right girl Ali: Introduce me to her some time, yeah? Ali: Get some tips Marlene: You know her pretty well Marlene: The name's Alison, like the song Ali: So soft Ali: Still say we do a Elvis Costello and Dolly mashup Ali: idc what you say, Jolene is a bop and you need to own it Marlene: If I can hear you do an original Elvis cover, I'll think about it Ali: Fine, I'll happily sing about myself all day Ali: can even get the accent down, thanks Ma Marlene: I'll be waiting for that Marlene: The girls are asking if you need posters or anything else for the protest? Anything to stick around and drink more Ali: Patience, babe Ali: Gotta save these pipes for the protest Ali: Feel free to go for their lives, like Ali: Bear in mind if they use too many expletives, the School ain't gonna listen tho Ali: creative language, not colourful, ladies Marlene: No promises on getting them to dial back the reclaimed slurs Marlene: But we'll leave off calling the teachers the cunts they are Marlene: For you, our glorious leader Ali: 🙇 down Ali: I'll take it, they're not going to go anywhere near hate speech vibes, too risky Marlene: Tempting offer Marlene: I'll take you up on it when we're alone Ali: Yeah? Gonna skip rehearsal more often then Marlene: For revolution and no less, babe Marlene: But I have missed you Ali: The revolution's always rolling, babe Ali: I can't stop the wheels of change, you know Marlene: I know you want me to make a rock and roll pun Marlene: But I refuse Ali: Boooooo 👎 Ali: too punk for me now? Marlene: Not gonna quote a dead white man either, not even Lennon Marlene: You're still my little punk princess, you know Ali: Throw some Yoko craziness at me Ali: 👑 Marlene: Keeping it back so the protest won't flop. Can't let it Ali: Sure, you just don't wanna get on the rooftop with your mates Ali: someone'd fall, or get pushed 😂 Marlene: Not me or you Marlene: With these arms we're safe Ali: 🔫 pew pew Ali: they wanna try me, bitch Marlene: We should fill up supersoakers for those who are anti our message Marlene: Piss on their negativity in a literal sense Ali: not with actual piss, right? Marlene: You have to start thinking punk rock, babe Ali: I am not pissing into a supersoaker Ali: not dying to prove my aim is as good as a man's like Ali: you do you, babe but I'll leave it at good old fashioned water Marlene: Now who's deserving the boos and jeers Marlene: So regal of you Ali: what can i say? my idea of a good time isn't pissing on my own hands Ali: crazy, i know 😉 Marlene: How true my love is Marlene: Any time's a good time with my baby Ali: 💙 Ali: forreal tho, what are we doing this weekend Marlene: There are a few parties Ali: where Ali: i wanna go as far away as poss Marlene: They're local, usual suspects Marlene: We can do something else Ali: Think of something better, yeah Ali: I'm sick of the locals at the mo Marlene: I'll come back to you with a plan Ali: 💋 Ali: that's my girl Marlene: What am I good for if I can't take you away from this shithole? Marlene: Not like it's that hard Ali: You got your license, 'til I got mine I'm at your beck and call, like Ali: Your Ma will be cool, yeah? Doesn't need to be long, just long enough to breathe Marlene: I'll make a deal with her Marlene: Name drop you since she's a fan Ali: Such a parent pleaser 😇 Marlene: If you sang it she'd do anything you say Marlene: Thinks you've got the voice of an angel for sure Ali: Aww, what a babe Ali: like mother like daughter 😏 Marlene: She had her moments of hell raising Marlene: Would to this day if it was possible Ali: Imma ask her all about it when I see her Ali: fo'sho Marlene: That'd make her happy Ali: Who doesn't love being scandalous? Marlene: Whoever gave you detention Ali: Give you three guesses 😑 Marlene: I don't need them Marlene: Most are in your fan club too Ali: Exactly Ali: Don't teach R.S. if you can't handle healthy debate Marlene: Yeah. We live in Dublin not a dictatorship Ali: Honestly Ali: Some people really wanna take it back to the troubles Ali: Shouldn't have said as much but chill, dude Marlene: Freedom of speech, babe Marlene: I've lost count of how many teachers I've called homophobes Marlene: Gotta speak up Ali: True Ali: you are a bit quick on the draw sometimes, like Marlene: I'm not letting them get away with it Ali: Just sayin', plenty of reasons to give you dirty looks, babe, not all of 'em that you're gay 😜 Marlene: I'm a perfect gentleman and you know it Ali: True Ali: You don't look it tho Marlene: You don't look like a rebel queen Marlene: And yet Ali: I know looks are deceiving, tell it to the homophobes, babe 😏 Ali: also you gotta stop with the compliments 😾 Marlene: But everyone's clearing out. It's the perfect time to shower you with them Marlene: Where do you wanna be? Here or there Ali: When bae only sweet talks you when their mates aren't about Ali: SUCH a fuckboy, darling 💋 Marlene: You know what I was getting at, darling Marlene: We can be alone finally Marlene: But only if you're in the mood Ali: I'll come over Ali: as much as my Ma is also a fan, just yours like, not so much mine Marlene: Let me pick you up Marlene: It's too dark for that shit Ali: Nah, I wanna walk Ali: gotta burn off the energy I didn't get to rock out Marlene: Hold your keys since you won't take my knife off me Ali: Don't worry Ali: My Da beat you to the self-defense lesson, like Ali: I'm sweet Marlene: If I'm not there to protect you, I'm bound to worry Ali: You worry too much, baby Ali: Good thing I'm coming to take all your cares away Ali: and I've got bud, naturally 🚬 Marlene: And I hid some drinks from the vultures Ali: Party of two 😘 Marlene: When you get here. Until you do I'm sitting on the floor alone writing shitty songs about you Ali: Try and write a good one, will ya? Not having it bandied about that I'm a shit muse 😉 Ali: you could never Ali: gonna play for me when I get there? Marlene: Been trying since I met you, babygirl Marlene: It's not you, it's me Ali: Nah Ali: there's a hit in there, I just gotta try harder Ali: as you're so anti-establishment, your brain is noping on writing a bop that everyone will love Marlene: I want you to love it Marlene: You're the one it's for Ali: I'm excited to hear Ali: assuming I don't get shanked on the way by the big bad wolf Marlene: Your tragic early death isn't the inspiration I want or need Ali: Tell it to the TV writers, hun Ali: angry protest song #765 Marlene: I'll sing you my shitty song and you can die laughing Ali: Never Ali: cross my heart Marlene: And fingers that I can patch together a chorus that doesn't make me wanna die before you get here Ali: 🤞 Ali: I have faith enough for two Marlene: As an angel, you kind of have to bring it Ali: No pressure 😓 Marlene: I'm more than okay with you lacking it, stick it to your detention giver over again Marlene: And I love you, so forgiven most sins Ali: A benevolent Goddess you are Marlene: Modeled on the original lesbian in the sky Ali: Debated theology enough today to live and let live on that one babe Marlene: Promise I'll save the angry lesbian god essay recital for another night Ali: You're a doll 💋 Ali: Oh, hold up, I see my ex Ali: ready for this awkward convo in 3 2 Ali: brb Marlene: Bet you want me to pick you up now, don't you? Ali: [15 mins later] Ali: That was wild Marlene: What the fuck, Ali Marlene: I was about to start searching for you Ali: Soz, more chatty than I remember Ali: only gone at got someone pregnant hasn't he Marlene: Dodged a bullet Ali: Tell me about it Ali: Still out on the town tryna get some though Ali: is that the new come on? I'm fertile! Marlene: In this town, likely Marlene: Which ex is it? Ali: #4 good drugs, bad teeth Ali: the one who lowkey stalked me after and my brother had to smack him one Ali: good times, unexpected detour down memory lane there but got us some freebies so Marlene: It took 15 mins to get what you're owed, how long does he take over customers who aren't his stalked exes Marlene: bad business is what you should've called him Marlene: Or manners Ali: names are definitely open to workshopping Ali: he had to show me the scan pics, duh Marlene: Had to do the whole come on Marlene: fucking pig Ali: Bless Ali: have your fun whilst you still can, kid Marlene: not with my girlfriend Ali: don't worry babe, got the drugs for free free Ali: not suck my dick free Marlene: Are you gonna be here soon Marlene: I can still bring the car Ali: Yeah, I'll get a wriggle on Ali: 5 minutes if I run Marlene: If you don't run into any more exes first Ali: cities littered with 'em Marlene: If you didn't date men you could stay friends with them Ali: why would I wanna do that? Ali: I've seen your dyke drama, a no thank you Marlene: I don't have dyke drama Marlene: You're the one trying to avoid the awkward Ali: 😏 Ali: I don't care, its funny Ali: he wasn't that bad, really Ali: don't need to add every ex to my inner circle though, that's a madness Marlene: He stalked you Marlene: He's an asshole Ali: Not properly Ali: Just had issue letting go as fast as I did, who can blame him 😘 Marlene: It's not funny, Ali, it's fucked Ali: So serious 😾 Ali: It ain't like he locked me in his basement, I get to decide how fucked it was or wasn't Marlene: You get to brush it under the carpet too, doesn't make it right Ali: 🙄 you're as bad as my mother Marlene: maybe she's got a point Ali: Ugh, don't need to point score, she already likes ya, babe Ali: he's just a stupid kid, not fucking Bundy, yeah, let's chill Marlene: He doesn't have to be Bundy to be held accountable, babe Marlene: He's gonna be someone's dad Marlene: What the fuck Ali: for what? being a bit of a prick at 16 Ali: s'not a crime, last time I checked Marlene: it doesn't have to be Marlene: Lads think they can do whatever they want Marlene: They can't and shouldn't Ali: Nah, this isn't a soap box moment, babe Ali: we all do things we know are wrong, and ain't proud of Ali: 'cos of how we're feeling Ali: Honestly, not a big deal Ali: and not an exclusively male thing, that's a crock of shit Marlene: If I was heavy handed with one of my exes I'd get so much shit Marlene: He gets boys will be boys Marlene: It's not a big deal because you're making excuses for him Ali: From who? The lesbian mafia? Ali: Straight girls are INSANE Ali: way worse than #4 was ever Ali: I'm not gonna burn him at the stake for something I don't believe in Marlene: Straight girls are a whole other subject Marlene: Last I checked you didn't have any of them as exes so no really the point Ali: That you know of Marlene: I know about every one of your exes Ali: Okay, Liam Neeson Ali: can't be calling out stalkers when you're breathing down the phone like that 😂 Marlene: You're not funny Ali: I am though Ali: but I ain't coming over if you're gonna be such a downer Marlene: Are you serious? Marlene: Your jokes are so bad I can't tell Ali: Duh Ali: Killing my vibe, babe Marlene: You're basically here Ali: So? Ali: I can keep walking into this dark night Marlene: So come in Marlene: I'm sorry, baby Ali: You promise you're gonna stop being lame? Marlene: Cross my heart Ali: Okay, lemme in then
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