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The Walking Dead -> Comic Issue #83 (11/??)

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My sincere apologies for the way the next wip I post is going to reflect my deep seated horniness.

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what if i just rest my eyes for a second

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Sweet Movie, Alisha Dietzman

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Okay everyone emphasizes how possessive and strict Rick can be and it’s hot, yes! But it’s all because he’s just so obsessed with you. like he loves you being his pretty little girlfriend and always being there for him, taking care of him, so he wants to take care of you. So he has to be sure you’re safe and if he has to play bad cop to Daryl’s lover boy, so be it It doesn’t matter anyways because you always end up back in his lap and begging for another kiss before you fall asleep in his arms

no literallyyy something about rick is he will never feel bad or have a single regret for making you cry or pissing you off if it's for the sake of keeping you safe. he doesn't care if you glare at him tearily from daryl's lap after he had you over his knee for leaving the camp without letting anyone know. he will glare right back!

and later in the night when you crawl grumpily back into his arms, sniffling sadly because your ass still burns but your chest burns worse at the thought of rick still being upset at you, he will still wrap you up in his arms, patting smugly at your sore ass, "don't do that again, you hear me?" and you will both make up even though you both know you're bound to pull another stunt like this within the week :/

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Headcanon that Daryl Dixon can read your mind after a few months <333 this man will internalize your fave expressions and the way you talk, and say the exact same thing as the same time as you, to tease you mostly, but it just goes to show how attentionate he is!

pLEASEE and he literally anticipates your needs before you even know it, shoving a water bottle into your hands before you even realize you're thirsty. will notice you shift on your feet and immediately ask to stop for a pee break.

if he's walking ahead of you in the group and sees a butterfly fly past you he has to fight off a smirk while he waits for the inevitable terrified squeal you let out before running right into his back :')

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Okay but Hotch dating younger!reader who's in college and she comes home from class one day after having an asshole professor say something mean to her, saying shit like "maybe if you didn't spend that much time putting makeup on and spent more actually studying you'd do good". And she's not crying or anything at first she's just angry. But Hotch's so daddy that as soon as he tells her that it's okay, that she's right to be angry and that that man is an asshole she just breaks down and sobs. He swears he felt homicidal right then

It's rare for Aaron to be home before you. Which is why he doesn't expect the way your keys bang against the entrance table and the annoyed huff that follows the sound of you kicking off your shoes.

He doesn't have time to close the file in front of him before you're storming into the dining room, rage boiling in your eyes. The anger simmers though, the second you're startled by his presence. "Oh!"

"Hi, honey," he greets, all the while assessing the way your fists are balled up and your face is scrunched in a seemingly permanent scowl.

"Hi," you sigh, face softening the slightest bit at the sight of your boyfriend. You will your body to relax, shrugging off your coat before walking around the table to give him a kiss.

His hand wraps familiarly around your waist, tugging you closer as he looks up at you with concern. "Are you okay?"

Just like that, he sees the fire return to your eyes, though he also notices you trying to tamp it down—for his sake, perhaps. "I'm fine, just—" you roll your eyes, moving away from him and towards the bedroom, "men."

If he wasn't fully concerned before, he is now. Without a thought, he stands and follows you down the hall. He knows better than to crowd you when you're upset, so he settles for loosening his tie and unbuttoning his cuffs while you fling your clothes off and shrug on an old t'shirt of his.

"What happened?" Aaron sits at the edge of the bed, his voice steady and leaving no room for evading the question.

"It's nothing really, just a professor thinking he's better than me because I'm a woman." You smile sardonically, "you know, the lesser sex? the one that can't like putting on lipstick and also have a brain at the same time?"

It dawns. "Sweetheart."

"And I know he's the asshole," you keep going, taking your hair out of the bun that makes your scalp hurt. "I know he's wrong, but it still pisses me off that no matter how good I am, how hard I work, it'll never be enough because I don't have a dick between between my legs. Always good enough to have my tits stared at though!"

Any other time, he would frown at the crude words, but right now he's only wondering how much trouble he could get into if he asked Penelope to find this guy's address.

"C'mere, honey," he offers you a hand, and your shoulders do an almost unnoticeable slump at the invitation. You move and then you're on his lap, his hand rubbing up and down your back. His nose pokes at your cheek, "you're brilliant, you know that?"

"I know I am," you grumble, slumping deeper and deeper into him. He smiles against your temple, kissing it. "That's why it sucks."

"I'm glad you know that. You're allowed to be angry. And it's not okay that he's making you and any other female student feel this way."

"Right?" you cry, voice tight and nearly weepy at the validation. And so the gates open, and you're suddenly sniffling sadly into his chest. He learned when he first started dating you, that your default is always to be on the offensive. You grew up having to be tough, fighting tooth and nail for yourself when no one else would. But with time, he also learned that what you really need is just a soft place to land. So he knows that when you feel safe, you will let your guard down and your emotions out.

"Do you want me to get involved?" He asks, and you could kiss him silly for it. Still, you shake your head against him. "Are you sure?"

"If the FBI got involved every time a man was a sexist pig they would have to raise our taxes way too much, can't have that on my conscience."

He knows you're joking, but still he frowns. "I'm sorry."

You pull away at his serious tone, eyes still a little teary and swollen, but your lips are quirked in amusement, "are you apologizing for all men?"

He half smiles at that, and this time you don't stop yourself from kissing him silly.

+ The shower and your humming echo from the bathroom while Aaron puts his phone to his ear, "Garcia, this isn't urgent, but when you can I need you to look into..."

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accidentally calling bf carmy husband leads to getting dragged in a closet and [car crash] [cash register noises]

screamsssssss more like accidentally on purpose because Carmy's girl watches a little too much tiktok so she gets the idea to prank him by calling him her husband :'))))

He's focused on whatever he's cooking up on the stove — rag over his shoulder, apron tied around his waist, pen behind his ear while he half listens to you chattering on the phone and moves to the chopping block, "Yeah! And my husband can pick it up around 11 if that works? Great! I'll just—"

Carmen's stops mid slice at the word. Husband. You just called him your husband.

He can't see the way you're grinning into the phone, waiting eagerly for him to fluster and look at you wide-eyed... What you don't expect though, is how quickly the stove gets turned off and you get dragged into his office, earning a wolf whistle from Richie when you fly past him.

"Husband?"

You're giggling nervously now that you're face to face, his hands are already gripping and pulling at your jean-clad ass. His eyes are dark and focused on you, tracking the way you bite your lip. "S-Sorry, I was joking, Carm—"

"You think about it?" His lips smear across your cheek and down your neck, nipping until you're losing your breath and bucking against his clothed cock. "Being my wife?"

"I-I—I don't kn—"

His hands work the buttons and zipper of your pants and then they're being pulled down over your ass while he grunts, "my fucking wife."

+ You end up getting fucked on his desk, ankles by your ears, and on the drive home you can't help but notice the way his thumb keeps rubbing almost unconsciously over your ring finger :')

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just need mean!rick yelling at reader then that night he’s all cuddly and apologetic to her when he sees how sad she is

"Why can't I come?" You're bordering on a tantrum and it's starting to piss Rick off. It doesn't help that Merle is smirking at him over the way you're whining, pulling at his sleeve like a child. He's already been on his ass about how you're spoiled and Rick is a "whipped little bitch" for letting you do as you please. And like any man when his ego is a little threatened, he snaps.

"Because I said so," he bites, scowling when you scoff.

"That's not a good reason, I want to go! It's not—"

"I said no." This time his voice is louder, tone meaner, hand grabbing at the hand on his arm and pulling it away roughly. "I said no, and that's all you need to know. You're staying here, and finding something useful to do. Don't make me repeat myself."

You pause, everyone pauses, nervous. He never speaks to you like this — truth be told, he is a little whipped, so it takes everyone by surprise to hear him take that tone with you.

He notices the quiver on your lip, but also the way you bite it to fight off the tears bubbling up. When you speak, your words are stuffy, "fine."

Rick watches as you walk away with Beth and Carol, the younger girl's hand touching comfortingly at your arm while Carol looks back at him questioningly.

Merle laughs and moves past him, clapping him on the shoulder. "Gotta keep these chicks in line."

+ Later that night, Rick is still thinking about the betrayed look in your eyes when he slides into bed next to you. Your back is to him, and if he didn't know you as well as he does he would think you're asleep.

The traitorous sniffle, unfortunately, is a dead giveaway. And it makes Rick's stomach hurt. He reaches for you, sliding his hand around your waist, "sweetheart."

Your hand is quick as it shoves his off before hiking up the blanket to cover more of your frame. "Don't."

"Honey, you know I didn't—"

"You don't talk to me like that," you mumble, words dripping with both anger and sadness. "You never do. Ever."

"I know."

"You yelled." This time the sadness wins over the anger, words shaky.

"I know, I'm sorry," he says, and he means it. He's thought about it all day, even decked Merle in the face after the second time he tried to make a comment about you. "Sweetheart, c'mere let me see you, let me apologize face to face."

It's quiet for a second before you give in and turn over, looking at him with the saddest little eyes he's ever seen.

"I'm sorry if I was being a brat, but please don't talk to me like that."

Truth is, he was going to talk to you about defying him in front of the others. While it might sound brutish, in the current state of the world to be seen as a weak leader is to be seen as prey. And he's determined to get you through this alive. But the words turn to ash in his tongue when you speak them first.

"C'mere," with a little cooing and soft touches he manages to get you back into his arms, kissing at your head. "I'm sorry I talked to you like that."

"You said I was useless." You croak into his chest.

"I don't think I said that," he hums, rubbing your back.

"You basically did," you grumble, and he fights off a smile.

"Well, you're not. So I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

You hmph and burrow deeper into him, cold toes against his calves. You're both gonna have a talk about how to interact in public tomorrow, but for now you're both feeling a little bit lighter. "Think you should make it up to me."

+ Dear reader, he does *wink*.

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a "midwife" you say... tch. such a foolish word. a wife could never be mid. all women are epic

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Hear me out for whenever you get I this freaky Friday but

Even tho you’re broken up, somehow you end up in the bathroom of the alibi with lip and he’s fucking your so hard that you scream way louder than you meant to and maybe everyone hears you and someone probably Kev shouts get it lip by opening the door and shouting that

freaky fridays

you guys haven't talked in weeks, and everyone around lip is sick and tired of his pissy attitude, a constant stream of huffs and puffs and snapping at anyone who dares talk to him. they're all hoping you get back together so everyone can go back to their own little happy lives. that night when they see you walk into the alibi, everyone is waiting with baited breath for your reaction when you see him sitting at a table with karen. but then they see the man walking in behind you, hand clasped loosely around yours. seems like you're both playing at the same game, the pair of you pretending to ignore each other, while also sneaking glances hoping no one will notice. they do notice.

when you excuse yourself to the bathroom and lip follows you not five minutes later, they're all waiting for the yelling. and they do hear it, but soon enough you both go quiet, and the next thing to come out of the bathroom stall is loud moans and the rattling sound of something thumping against the wall. karen and your date storm out, angry but not really surprised. "fucking finally" Kev yells out, making the pair of you laugh into each other's skin from the other side of the wall "next round on the house!" and everyone cheers because the storm has finally passed until the next one

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randomly remembering the time in 2012 when everyone kept saying the world was going to end at midday that day and like, i didnt really believe it, but i didnt want to be a complete fool if i was wrong, so i excused myself from class to go sit the field and perfectly timed the beat drop to a skrillex song just in case something happened. and im just. retroactively amused by the idea of ushering in the appocalypse with skrillex. most 2012 thing you could possibly do.

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whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision

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in the hour or so it took me to draw this op turned reblogs off