#the ruins of us

[daryltwdixon]

✦ complete ✧ in progress ✭ smut ☆ my faves

✦☆ The Ruins of Us ✦The Promise of Us ✧ The Heart of Us✭

✦ Dominion ✭

One shots

Inexperienced Daryl ✭☆

daryl kisses you in his truck

Daryl Returns

Teach You ✭☆ pt II ✭ pt III ✭ pt IV ✭

Feral ✭

The Farmer's Daughter☆

Your Lips, My Lips ✭

Don't Scream ☆ Pt II✭

Third Time's the Charm

Mini Masterlists

Fic Recs

Requests (closed)

✦☆ All That Remains

✧ That House in Nebraska

jealousy, jealousy ✭

Made for this ✭

Creature Comforts

Cowboy Lover

☆ Just Coffee | Part II ✭

The Devil You Know✭

☆ The Hope of it All

Something Ours ✭

☆ Lips of an Angel ✭

Slim Pickins

The View

Sundress✭

☆ Family Matters✭ part II ✭ part III ✭ part IV ✭ part V ✭

Pretty Girl ✭

Flicker

28F | East Coast US | Virgo

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[daryltwdixon]

it's giving that night at Henderson's in The Ruins of Us 👀

lowkey keeping an eye on you at the bar.

[dummy-daisy]

“accidental” anal. i'm laying on my stomach and you're over me, pinning me down with your weight. your cock is pounding into my willing, wet pussy hole when it slips. there is no prep, just brute force, your hard cock, still wet from my other hole, pressing against the tight muscle, pain, then it gives in and you sink your length into my ass. you've planned this all along. you love the way my thightest hole grips your cock. how i tense and scream underneath you and you just hold me down and make me take it. you whisper your apologies into my ear as you force your cock in again and again. it just feels so good for you. you can't stop. it was just an accident, but i'm doing so well taking it. fuck, you're going to cum. you fuck me harder. accidentally.

[chloesimaginationthings]

The kid FNAF protagonists and their main tools

[verflares]

just how long is forever? // not long enough, with you

pssst. check this out on inprnt :]

[mx-mania-mischief]

I want my orgasms to be entirely in your control. I have to ask permission before I cum, and if I cum without permission I want the most brutal punishment. I want you to make me edge constantly so that I'm always wet for you. Deny my orgasm for days at a time, make me crazy and desperate with horniness. When you do make me cum I want you to make me regret ever asking. Strap a vibrator to my clit while I'm tied to a fuck machine. Turn the vibrator on high. Leave me for hours being fucked and forced to cum over and over again. By the time you untie me I'll be barely coherent, covered in sweat and tears, and my pussy will be so sensitive from overstimulation. Remind me why I shouldn't beg for orgasms if I can't handle them.

[innieirving]

"I think there’s something about Irving and Helly R. They formed an alliance in Season 1, really, at the Perpetuity Wing ... There’s a real familial bond that they have ... For Helena, her relationship with her father is so challenging that the kind of dynamic she has with Irving, I think, is triggering for her because it kind of rhymes a little bit with a father figure, but it’s a way more nurturing one than she’s ever experienced." (x)

[dangeroustaintedflawed]

[daryltwdixon]

Writing season 1 & 2 Daryl was so fun and I love him sm 😭😭😭 my angel !!!!!!! 😇👼🏼

What's so tragic and difficult about season 1-2 walking dead and their treatment of daryl is how hard he tried to be a good member of the group. he defended camp in season 1, he fought to get out of the c.d.c with everything he had, he saved t-dog with no hesitation, he looked for sophia (he looked for that girl every single day!!) the moment they told him they needed something daryl made it happen. he even had the drugs to fight tdogs infection. AND he was offering everyone as much comfort as he could along the way. The way his conversations with carol and andrea went,,,, the man just wanted to make things okay in his on way. and people judged him so much for being a hick and never thanked him for all of the effort he put into everything he did- and because they never thanked him and showed him the kindness he deserved he genuinely thought they looked down on him in the way merle said.

ugh

season 2 daryl dixon you mean everything to me

[rizzlegukgak]

sorry i swear to god there are like. ten fantasy high fans who are also fans of dungeons and dragons. im so so tired of people like “if they do another season which is soooooo unlikely they should do *insert something that’s compelling from a purely storytelling perspective but throws away the whole fucking reason why the show is what it is here*” instead of just understanding what a dungeons and dragons campaign is and how the pacing of the show has developed for the previous three seasons.

WHEN they do a fourth season (which they will, because they have no reason not to. it’s dropouts most popular PRODUCT period end of sentence) it will be called senior year and it will be the bad kids (potentially minus fig, because emily axford has voiced her opinion that she would like to play another character in the world of spyre) saving the world one last time as their senior year capstone project. over the course of that season they will level up to level 20, because that’s the dream of every single dungeons and dragons campaign and this is their ONLY opportunity to show us level 20 characters in dungeons and dragons legitimately. and they’ve set themselves up perfectly by leveling up five times each season so they’ll be level 20 for the final fight. adaine will cast wish. gorgug will have three attacks and better artificer equipment. fabian will have better bard spells and a third attack also. riz gukgak will be practically immune to AOE damage. kristen will cast divine intervention and it’ll work on a 20 or less. ally’s gonna roll a one on the d100. it’s going to be incredible.

[daryltwdixon]

table of contents

Daryl has always been your lifeline, your escape from a broken home and a rough childhood on the wrong side of Atlanta, Georgia. No matter how hard things got, you had him, and he had you—until Officer Shane Walsh came along and turned your world upside down. As your bond with Daryl starts to unravel, so does the world around you. Now, you’re navigating a post-apocalyptic nightmare, where survival means facing not just the walkers, but trying to repair what you once had with Daryl and Shane’s increasingly aggressive behavior. Set during Seasons 1 & 2 of The Walking Dead. Reader insert. Important note: For this story's purpose, Daryl is in his 20s during s1 of TWD. Fem reader. Use of Y/N. warnings: canon violence, mentions of: s/a, drug and alcohol use, abusive parents, domestic violence, (canon) character deaths, violence against mfc

The Ruins of Us | The Promise of Us | The Heart of Us | mini mood board | my masterlist

*this fic is currently under construction, some chapters are being edited so plz be patient! Feel free to message about anything that I might miss in the process*

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Epilogue

[inkskinned]

these days when you close your eyes, what else do you want but to be loved in a warm and permanent way. the open soft hand, the lowered voice, the blanket around your shoulders. you want to be loved like hot chocolate, like spring flowers, like dawn. you want to go to sleep protected and wake up fully rested. you want the wounds in you to matter, you want someone who is patient around your scars.

how greedy. these days when you look around, how many little ways are you assaulted by the notion that it's wrong to need others. individualism! capitalism! bootstraps! every time you try to language it, you need to cover up your desire into a carefully-worded soundbite: of course no single person can fulfill every need and we must invest in communities and i must be responsible for my own mental health and

but the yawning in you doesn't understand logic or sound or reason. it only sees sundays, only sees what you do-not-have, only sees the look others share and that you so desire. sick with dread at it, sick at how it makes you want, how you yearn in no direction.

no matter how many people you take with you to bed, no matter how many hands touch the tattoo you share with your sibling, no matter how many times you kneel with your knees bleeding. always, the ache that never stops chewing, the desperate sick loneliness that never quite abates. it never stops humming, i need i need i need. you burn your inner child for warmth and scatter the ashes into your morning coffee.

so you shut up and you load your life like shotgun shells and you try to make yourself whole in the way that others are whole. you let your father's words spill out of your mouth. you make a quick joke rather than tear your heart open. you sing into the mic and go home with stars in your eyes. your life is beautiful and you're lucky! you have everything a person can need!

but it would be nice, is the thing. to have a love that feels like peace.

[dummy-daisy]

i'll take your cock in public 🩷 i'll sit on your lap in the movies 🩷 you can take my pussy in the bar 🩷 you can stick it up my ass on a crowded train 🩷 i'll suck you off on the street if my mouth is what you need 🩷 my holes are available to you whenever and wherever you want 🩷

[drip-p1ss]

use a catheter on me. fill me up before going to sleep, water, soda and of course a lot of tea. in the morning I'm desperate, pleading for my morning release, but you don't let me go. I'm squirming, even standing is really painful. I think it's finally over when you come to me at my catheter, but you just attach a funnel and fill me up with your piss. at this point my bladder is unbearably stretched, it just hurts. I beg you to let me pee but you have other plans. you dress me in a slutty outfit, short crop top with no bras and a tiny skirt without panties.

"we're going to the grocery store" you say. and that's it, my begs are usless.

every step is painful, my legs can barely hold me but fortunately the store is near. we go through the aisles, you order me to bend to take some stuff, just to see my ass, my bare pussy showing off and whimper escaping from my lips. it hurts so much, I need to empty my bladder. we wait in line for payment, luckly an old woman allow us to pass.

"you should go first since you're pregnant, such a lovely couple" she said, pointing towards my bulging belly. I can barely smile, the bladder is so full and stretched, you smirk. "you're so kind ma'am, wanna feel the baby?" so you guide her hand to my belly, prodding and squishing it, I just wanna cry. the old woman starts touching it too.

"please..." I manage to whimper. "oh poor girl, you must be so sensitive, you might need a massage" said the woman, starting touching harder to help but just getting me more desperate. you chuckle, seeing how the ma'am was unknowingly torturing me.

"thanks for the advice, I'll treat her at home" you smirk. after paying and getting back I start begging you. on the floor of the house I'm just a whimpering mess.

"don't worry, I got you" you said, just for you to turn me over, my bladder pressing on the floor in a hurtful way and your cock sliding into my tight cunt.

"please so full... to full..." I can only whimper, my bladder stretched to unbearable limits. you continue pounding into me, while I cry until you cum and cum again. my pussy abused, overstimulated and red, your cum filling me even more. you let out some other sprout of piss, just to plug it in me and leave me on the floor like this, a whimpering and crying mess, full, hurt and bruised, with my belly stretched out and bulging a lot. piss and cum filling me up.

"get up, you have my bath to run" you order. it will be a long day and I can already barely crawl without crying in pain.

pretty please??? (MDNI)

[chloesimaginationthings]

Never trust mfrs who sound like FNAF Gregory or Ollie