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stolasdearest · 7 months

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I saw that you didn't have any ideas for the 3rd prompt so maybeeee the moment Alastor makes a deal with the reader and he's all like "jeje all this power for the small price of my soul" and then the readers like "nu-uh that's not a small price actually, I'm gonna treat you horribly" and then it dawns on him that he literally sold his soul. :P

Or after the fight with Adam the reader like goes to rub it in Alastors face by helping him patch up and stuff after hearing him sing about him trying to find a way to get out of their deal.

Also manic Alastor giggles 💕✨💖

Whichever you want if you want, don't want you to feel pressured or stressed!

Also I am loving the Rosie and Alastor fics you've been writing they are amazing! 💖 You are definitely my fav hazbin writer ✨✨

As always, drink water and eat a snack!

✨ anon

Alastor x Overlord!Reader˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

ׂׂૢ pairing : Alastor x Reader

ׂׂૢ cw: Not proofread, abuse of power, Reader being mean (in a loving (not really) way)

ׂׂૢ reader is gender neutral

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

While quietly walking among the broken remains of the hotel your eyes scanned every piece of debris watching the dust settle from the violent, bloody fight you witnessed; stepping in Yellow glowing blood you paid no mind before your eyes slowly trailed to the trail of red blood; back to a very familiar spot that you knew all too well, with a shrug of your shoulders and a deep breath you, you made your way to the tower; the blood of your dearest soul sticking to the sole of your shoe.

Arriving at the shattered and battered radio tower, you easily hoisted yourself up into it; not making the slightest effort at keeping your presence unknown to Alastor who was hunched over his control panel; rigid, shallow fast breaths while his chest heaved; you smugly watched his ears flatten further upon his realization of who had found him, his gaze shifting to meet yours after a few seconds his body too, turning to you; revealing that nasty gash on his chest his eyes seemed heavy, his smile strained; wince and pained expressions contorting as you tutted at the Overlord while walking up to him; gently undoing the layers to get to the gash, his hand raised; hesitating to stop you his hand quickly retreating back to the control panel with one sharp glare from you.

"you should be more careful. Look at you, I thought I didn't need to see you this truly pathetic again"

Your words cut through him as his eyes averted every inch of you; shame, embarrassment and humiliation washing over his weakened body before he leaned more into the control panel, his sharp nails digging further into the metal surface at the next venom laced words coming out your mouth

"oh. So because you're hurt means you no longer answer me, Alastor?"

"no,no you're right I'm sorry, I should've been more careful"

The sweat dripping from his forehead while one of his eyes lingered on you watching you meticulously work on his fresh wound, your face didn't match your hands gentleness however; your eyes filled with annoyance and hints of just pure anger; you had better things to do then take care of his pathetic self; he had felt your tug when he was hit, essentially further convincing him to get the fuck out of there; the second he was away he knew he'd never hear the end of it from you; and now his flattened ears are listening those very said words.

"I thought you were a powerful overlord, you honestly thought this would've been a good idea? It seemed I underestimated you"

Every new word, every new insult and comment made him wince again and again while glancing at you looking for perhaps a sign you'd soon let up with your entourage of sickly words, not helped by the sly smug smirk very abhorrent smirk on your face, Alastors eyes met yours; seeing a glint in your orbs, God how he hated being infront of you it always felt so overwhelmingly humiliation under your precise watch.

"you can be glad I saved you last minute, honestly why do I need to save you every time, The leader of the exorcists; did you think he'd be an easy fight? Or did you go into that fight wanting to embarrass me?"

The silence in the broken radio tower was thick and deafening, Alastor shallowed the lump in his throat and opened his mouth, trying to look at you, looking for even the slightest bit of worry in your eyes, trying to find even a sliver of you that actually cares about him, quickly snapping back when he felt a rough hand grab his jaw and pulling to kneel over while his body tensed at the pain shooting through his body

"answer me, before you lose that tongue of yours."

His breathing quickened and his clawed hand gently came to hold your wrist, seeing him fighting to regain his composure.

"i— I don't know what I was thinking, that was stupid of me..I apologize"

"hm. So you can listen. Pull yourself together"

You let go of his jaw, clearing your throat and stepping away from him; turning your back to the Overlord and leaving through the hatch you come through; leaving Alastor stood there with a gentler hand replacing the one you had, the other one hovering over the cleaned and patched up wound.

Author's note : man...I GOT A LIL LAZY AT THR END....I KINDA HATE THISSS

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misguidedasgardian · 12 days

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Wildcats (Part XXX)

XXX. Out in the cold

MASTERLIST

Summary: Your family sets on a warpath you know you will not survive.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, cursing, talks about imprisonment, talks about burning with iron, re-burning with iron, injuries, talks about a beating, SMUT, unprotected sex (which I don’t encourage), cum eating, oral sex (F receiving), might miss some important warnings, but you know what this is about

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: Uffff… I think this is an intense chapter, poor guys can’t catch a break jeje

You don’t remember what you were dreaming, because you took a couple of seconds to regain your bearings. What you did notice, is that you were awake, and still, when you opened your eyes there was a couple of seconds in which you couldn’t see anything.

Just like at night in that cell

So you jumped, with a scared whimper escaping from your lips.

Where you back there? had you dreamed it all? the rescue?

“Hey, hey”, Daryl’s voice, and arms came quickly, soothing you instantly.

“Oh, I’m sorry, for a second I thought… I was still in that box”, you whimpered

“Yer’ home, yer’ safe”, he said gently, you looked outside, and it was still dark, you didn’t even know what woke you up

It was one thing to want to get over what happened to you, the other, was to actually be able to do it.

“I’m sorry”, you whispered

“Aint nothin’ to be sorry for”, he said, his hand caressing your arm, your back, softly. Your body shook a bit, sometimes, involuntarily, it did, and Daryl didn’t know what to do, it was impossible for you to be closer than you were right now, but you felt like you wanted to crawl inside of him, being impossibly closer.

“What can I do?”, he asked, and you whimpered because of how bad you felt, you felt weak, you felt like a liability, you didn’t kill those men, you let them took you so they tortured you and now your entire family and community saw you as this broken thing, and in some degree, you knew you were that broken little thing they saw you as now.

“Nothing”, you said gently, caressing his face in the dark, “you are the best man I could have asked for, thank you”, you said, you pulled his shirt a bit up, and sneaked a hand underneath, you wanted to feel him, the warmth of his skin.

“You don’t need to thank me”, he said carefully

“Yes I do”, you said, “yes I do”, you echoed. You leaned in and kissed him on his chest, making him took a sharp breath, you caressed his sides as you accommodate more on top of him

“Hey”, he called gently, you could tell that he was in between fighting it, or letting you have it.

“I just want to feel you”, you whispered, this time, you went upwards, against his neck

“R ya’ sure?”, he mumbled, his voice thicker than usual

“Yes”, you said shakily, that made him put his hands on your shoulders, to stop you. “Are you?”

“Yer hurt”, he said gently

“I want to feel your hands on me”, you said, “I want to forget the way they grabbed me… I don’t want to feel anything but you”, you said. You didn't need anything else, no more prep time, you could feel how hard he was underneath you, so you just got rid of your pants, ignoring the pain in your body and you straddled him. You got rid of his shirt, and he was playing along with you.

You lowered his pants just enough to free his hard cock, you pumped it a couple of times with your hand, making him whimper. He did as you wanted him to, he caressed every inch he could, with his rough hands, but in a way so gentle, it made you almost purr.

You both moaned when you lowered yourself over him, it was a stretch, but it felt so fucking good. You stayed like that for long, delightful seconds, with him all the way inside of you.

“Fuck”, you moaned.

“Yer gonna kill me woman”, he mumbled, lost in bliss. You started moving, slowly but sensually, making sure to feel each detail, each veins and ridge of his cock inside of you. Soon he was trembling underneath you, his hand on your hips, on your ribcage, on your breasts, on your thighs, waist, everywhere, as you rode him, each second more sloppily, you were already losing it.

You cummed shortly after, and he was about to. He made you release him, you did so with a whimper. You looked down and you saw him cumming, white ropes of cum spurting into his belly.

“Let me clean you up”, you muttered

“Ya’ dun’ have to”, he whimpered, you loved him like this, while you were having sex, sometimes it gave you the impression that he was so vulnerable.

“I want to”, you kneeled by his side on your bed, leaned in, and without even thinking about it, you licked his cum off of his skin. You moaned, when you felt his taste, licking even more until there was nothing left. He was a bit of a shaking mess when you were done, he dragged you to kiss him intensely, while he had you in his grasp, he wrapped his arms around you making you turn, he adjusted his pants and spooned you, kissing the side of your face.

“I love ya”, he whispered

“I love you too”, Alexander was right, you needed to regain control of your body, and with that in mind you went back to a dreamless sleep.

You woke up with wet kisses on the side of your face, the sun barely peeking, pinkish-orangey light coming in.

“My turn to service you, darlin”, you giggled as you heard his rough voice in your ear, making your skin prickle.

“Good mornin”, you whispered. He made you lay down on the bed, so he could accommodate himself between your legs

“Can’t decide if I want ya’ on yer back or sittin’ on my face”

“You’ll suffocate”, you warned.

“Nah”, he said, “But I wanna see your beautiful face”, you moaned in protest, trying to close your legs, “what’s the matter woman?”, he chuckled,

“I’ve never felt comfortable…”, you confessed, “when they went down on me”

“But ya like it?”, he asked

“Yeah”, you admitted

“Then lemme do it”, he said then, his hands spread your legs gently, caressing your thighs making them tremble. Who hasn't been a bit… self-conscious? Is everything alright? groomed? smell?, you whimpered, but everything, absolutely everything went to second or third place in your list of priorities when you felt his wet tongue in your folds

“Fuck”, you whimpered, it was messy, wet, and completely enjoyable, he was slurping, eating you out like you were the last meal on the planet and he was starving. “Daryl”, you moaned, you couldn’t resist and grabbed onto his locks, keeping him there.

You came undone in minutes, all over his face, for you it was embarrassing but for him, was a prideful moment, you could see it in his wide… wet.. smile

“Fuck darlin”, he purred, kissing the inside of your thighs. “Never dun that’ before, wanted to for a while now”

“WHAT?”, you asked, impressed, he kept dropping kisses in your skin

“Now I want ya to be a good gurl and stay in bed”, he whispered, kissing your belly, then covering it with your shirt.

“Only if you stay here with me”, you begged, he kissed you then, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

“I got a couple f’things I need to do”, he said with a soft smile. “Need ta talk ta Rick”

Another big no no in apocalypse times? Lazy days in bed.

You were survivors not… vivors?

“Then I make no promises”, you said with a cheeky smile, he gave you one last kiss before he left the room and you pouted.

He might be a morning bird, but you were not.

You took the pills but before they kicked in, you really needed to asset the damage, the bruises barely hurt when somebody touched you, so you could move freely as the wound in your shoulder was pretty much healed, but there was a particularly nasty bruise in your ribs that bothered you, when you moved and when you laughed or took a long breath.

Denise discarded a broken rib, so that’s that. And your arm, your arm still burned.

So… ribs and arm, that’s it.

So when the pills started to kick in, you slipped a couple of more hours to sleep.

When you finally resurfaced, the house was empty, of course all of them were doing important things out there, patrolling, farming, trading, you even felt guilty.

You haven’t even gotten to the porch when you saw Smith coming into the house, you immediately got into alert mode. Looking everywhere, but you were alone.

When he saw you he smiled, and opened the door coming straight for you.

“Hey darlin”, he greeted with a toothy smile, “how are you?”

“Hey”, you said, taking a step back. You didn’t even knew why you were acting like this, before you wouldn't have even blinked, and now being with an unknown man made you feel like you're drowning, and you needed to hold onto something to keep afloat, something… or someone familiar

“Are you alright?”, he asked

“I’m fine”, you assured him

“You… went through some heavy shit”, he said, and he was one of those people who you didn’t know if he was being serious or not.

“Who hasn’t? In this fucked up world?”, you offered, not wanting to share.

“What did they do to you?”, he asked, he seemed impatient, but not towards you, but towards the answer. He took a step towards you, you took a step back. What they did wasn’t public knowledge, you only had told Rick, Daryl of course, Michonne heard, and Alexander. It wasn’t a secret, but… you were getting tired of saying

“They wanted to know the location of our community…”, you said gently, he seemed so concerned, angry, more like it, he seemed to want to know, like Daryl would like to know, for vengeance purposes, so that made you relax into his presence. You needed to get to know him, he was part of this place now. “... and when I didn’t give it, they stuffed me into a cell, fed me dogfood sandwiches, I tried to fight back, had knives on me, so they came in stronger, beat me up”, you said simply, by this point it was like a tape on repeat, “I knew one of them, back from the beginning, so, he tried to convinced me to join them, when I wouldn’t, he made Negan’s right hand burn me, two letters on my forearm”, he seemed to be getting angrier each word I said, but again, not at you.

“May I…?”, he asked, and he seemed so determined to know, you let him, when he saw it, you were pretty sure he was about to punch something or someone. He seemed to calm himself down a bit, and then raised his eyes to look at you, “I’m so sorry darlin”, he said, and he looked like he meant it

“It’ll heal”, you said, “and I managed to keep that info to myself, for how short that might be”, you said with a soft smile.

“Did you see this Negan guy?”, he asked, more interested

“Nope, but, he wasn’t there. I think he was away from the main compound, giving directions from afar, you know? I think they were running a bit wild because he wasn’t there”

“Is that what you think?”, he asked, more entertained

“Yeah, he runs a huge operation, he doesn’t struck me as the guy who would so stuff like this just because”, you muttered, “but I don’t know this guy, so…”, you smiled weirdly at him, and he looked at you, amused, “I’m sorry if I haven’t been welcoming”, you changed the subject brutally, “I was into something else when you guys showed up and then… this”, you offered, “I trust Deanna’s judgment, and I hope you can make yourselves feel at home here… is us against the dead, right? we living people need to stay together”, you offered.

You had been judgemental, and you could only imagine what those three lived out there, well, just like you, you wouldn’t want to feel like an outsider on the only island in the middle of a sea of death, right?

He looked at you, so into your eyes, like he was trying to figure out if you meant it, and a few seconds later, he felt content with your honesty

“Thank you darlin, you are so sweet”, he said gently, “despite everything you still… keep that… hospitality”, he said, you smiled

“Have you seen my… Daryl… have you seen Daryl?”, he didn’t react very positively to the word boyfriend, you were more than that… and honestly? you also found it a bit weird, to call him that. Smith chuckled right in front of you

“Your Daryl is out there, hadn’t seen him recently though”, he said, entertained. “Which reminds me, I came to get you because the big boss wants us in the church”

“The big boss?”, you asked him

“Rick”, he said, “seemed serious”

“Alright, let’s do it”, you said with a soft smile. You went there together, there were already people there, Daryl, for example, he frowned when he saw you coming in with Smith by your side, he walked towards you like he was in a hurry, and then he placed his hand on your hip and walked you away from him.

“Hey”, you greeted happily, not really understanding why he acted so rushed

“What are ya doin’ with that guy?”, he asked, a bit harshly if you had to put a word to it

“He game to grab me for this meeting”, you explained, “where have you been?”

“Rick wannas’ on the front”, he murmured

“What’s this about?”, you asked him softly

“It’s finally happenin”, he said, almost excitedly, “we are gonna get this fuckers”

“What fuckers?”, you sat front row, and got interrupted as Rick took the alter, with Deanna

“We need to talk about a hostile group…”, Rick commenced the reunion, “The Saviors”, he continued, you got serious all of a sudden, “we have been having encounters with them, first they met Daryl, (y/n), Rosita, Abraham and Eugene on their way back from DC, they were going to kill them for the things they had”, he said, you saw the scared faces of the Alexandrians, “then back again when we were out there last week, they took (y/n)”, he said, and you felt all his eyes on you, “they kept her and tortured her for a week, did you know what they wanted? they wanted to know the location to this place, so they could come here, beat one of us to death in front of us, and intimidate us into giving them everything we have and than half of what we’re able to scavenge, or make”, you heard gasps and frightened whispers, Daryl’s eyes were on you, “we know where one of their outposts is, we have an idea where their main base is, we need to do something before it's too late”

“You say we should attack them?”, asked Aaron

“It’s us, or it's gonna be them”, said Rick, “it's a matter of time”, Deanna seemed concerned, truly concerned.

“Rick, is too risky”, she said finally, “we are not killers, were are not military men”

“The leader of the bike gang said that they had been looking into us for a while”, you said out loud, “I remember it”, more frightened wipers followed your statement

“But the men in the base didn’t know?”, asked someone

“They didn’t seem to connect the dots, maybe the communication between them is a bit flawed”, you offered

“Like I said… it’s a matter of time”, said Rick, “now we are not alone in this, thanks to Jesus we know that a fellow community, the Hilltop, also deals with the saviors… and they also might be interesting in joining us against the,”

“And attack them?”, asked Glenn, which surprised you. “We don’t have the numbers, we don’t have the guns!”, said Glenn, “you saw that outpost”

“Is all about the element of surprise”, said Rick, “we cannot sit here, and do nothing”, Deanna looked hauntingly to the back of the church, you tried to follow her gaze but there was just too many people

A discussion ensued, voices raised, for those who support Rick, and others who didn’t

“(y/n) has seen them!”, someone said, “why don’t we ask her what she thinks?”, Daryl’s gaze was on you, you didn’t know what he expected. Suddenly everyone was quiet, and looking at you, especially Rick and Deanna. You hated being put in the spotlight right now, especially since you heard Rick’s idea, what he wanted to do.

You could feel your heart in your throat

“Rick got a good point”, you said out loud, you grabbed onto Daryl’s hand tightly, “it's only a matter of time until they find us…”, more whispers ensued, “but… there is not possible way in which we attack them, a war ensues, and we survive it”, now the voices raised in the room

“We should negotiate”, said Tyresse

“That’s what we should do?”, asked Maggie, but she seemed to be sarcastic

“He is right, If we don’t want a war in our hands, we should try to negotiate with them, set the rules before they can”, said Glenn

“You are saying we should try to negotiate?”, Rick asked, and you could tell that it was not what he expected at all

Yes, you thought, Is that or we pack it up and leave, and now you could hear enraged voices. Daryl huffed beside you, releasing your hand, you looked at him and saw he was angry

“And what deal will we be able to make?”, asked Rick again, looking all around

“We need to figure it out”, said Tyresse this time, “offer them something so they leave us alone”

“Nah, we kill those son’bitches”, muttered Daryl by your side.

“Making a deal with them, is not something we are going to be able to live with”, he said, “you know what happened in Hilltop, they will ask more, and more, and if one of us looks at them the wrong way, they will kill one of us, or more of us”

“Rick if we go to war we all might die!”, Glenn said, exasperated, and everyone got quiet. Rick came for you, grabbed you gently and went with him.

“If we negotiate with them… we will lose the element of surprise and in this case, this is everything”, he said, “If you think they are ever going to treat us fairly, you’re wrong”, he said. He grabbed your arm then, showed it to all those people in the church, you just let him, like you were a rag doll, but you felt tears spring to your eyes. People gasped, as they saw the still raw letters, as Rick used you for propaganda, “NS… Negan’s Saviors”, said Rick outloud, “they want to own us, make us bend, for us to work for them, provide for them, without getting nothing in return but death”, he said then, “we can beat them, we can”, he then looked at you, how you began to tremble, bitter tears running down your cheeks

You wanted to say something, you wanted to scream, that you were not going to be able to fight them, that many were going to die, and the rest will become some sort of slaves, you remembered the fear you felt, while they locked you up in that small dark broom closet, you remembered what kept you going, the idea that if you kept quiet, if you resisted, you were going to save your family, and now your family wanted to go to war, Rick was convincing them to.

You needed to say something, to give arguments, to scare them, like you were, but nothing came to life, you didn’t twist the air to carry your words, nothing came out, just tears.

You only came to your senses again when Rick called your name, you looked at him, and realized everyone was still looking at you

“We’re all gonna die”, you managed to whimper, only Rick and Deanna heard you. Rick and Daryl, potentially the most important men in your life, were on a warpath, you were one of the only people who can stop them, and the only thing you wanted to do was curl up and cry.

You couldn’t take it anymore, and you walked hastily out of there.

You never thought you’d be here again, but… here you were. You hugged your legs as you intently counted the corrugated metal, as you had climbed onto the roof, looking back at the tall metal wall.

They had called for you, but you didn’t stop.

You weren’t angry at Rick for grabbing you, you were angry because he wanted to fight, he wanted to go to war, he didn’t want to get rid of a quarry full of walkers, that were still looming over you, and yet, he wanted to kill -or try- hundreds of people

“They're looking for you”, said Carl, slipping through the window to sit by your side

“How did you know where to find me?”, you asked with a soft smile

“Hunch”, he said simply, “why don’t you want to go to war?”, he asked

“You were there?”, you asked him, he shrugged, “it's not something we can win”, you said, “I just want us to be safe, you know? alive”

“Those guys really scared you”, he wasn’t asking

“Yes they did”, you assured him, “the hate they have, the entitlement, to bend us to their will… is frightening”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”, he asked

“I don’t know”, you said, “the words wouldn’t come out”

“I think we should go and kill them all”, he said, you looked back at him

“Carl...”

“Yeah I know that we might die”, he said, “but after everything we went through… I think they will all prefer to fight”, he assured you. “everything we got, we got it fighting, do you really think we are just going to let them take it?”, he had a good point, “besides, if they do go to war… wouldn’t you want to be by their side?”

“Of course I would”, you whispered, “but…”, you sighed, “we should be worrying about the dead, not about the fucking living trying to kill us”, you whispered, hugging yourself tighter. You knew what Daryl wanted to do, he wanted to kill them all, go to war, go in guns blazing. And the very thought scared you to death.

They had held him in gun point and stole the only possessions he had

They had grabbed you and kept you for a week.

He wanted them gone, he wanted to kill them himself.

You still didn’t know what to do, well… except for one thing… one thing you had to do

“Thank you dude”, you said, slapping his hat playfully. You left him there and went to find her.

You found her easily, in her house, which was weirdly empty. She seemed surprised when she opened the door for you, and extremely nervous, but she let you in with a smile. She wasn’t at the meeting either, and you wondered why.

“Sorry for not stopping by yesterday”, she offered, pretending you were just one of the ladies of Alexandria, “I was just about to go and give you these…”, she said, offering you a tupperware filled with cookies, you smiled at it, but then you looked at her

“I’ll have one after”, you said, she frowned

“After what?”

“I need you to help me with something”, you said. And you showed her your brand, she swallowed hard when she saw it, but you didn’t come here for her pity. “Help me fix this”, she looked at you, almost scared. But then she hardened her stare. Dropping the ALexandrian facade.

“Fine”, she said

You lit up one of the burners of the stove and you placed a metal piece that was a small “line”

“Why did you come to me?”, she asked you, you looked back at her with a look that could only say “are you kidding me?”

“C’mon Carol, you are the only option for this, besides, you kinda owe me”, you accused. She nodded, accepting your answer.

You folded a leather belt and placed it in your mouth, so you could bite into it as Carol burned you with metal again.

She managed to turn the N into a warped A with a 1, and the S into an 8.

A18, The Alexandria 18, or at least that is what you wanted to mean.

You looked at the symbol embedded into your skin and your eyes filled with tears because of the pain, but it was worth it, if you delayed it more, it would heal weird. You released your mouth from the leather belt, trying to wipe your tears.

“Hey, look at me”, said Carol, you raised your eyes to meet hers, she grabbed your head gently, to make you focus on her, “you will get through this”, she said firmly, “you survived it, and one day soon, the bastards will be dead, and you, you will still be here”, you nodded, “because that’s what we do, we survive, we are the ones to make it”

“Thank you”, you whispered, she nodded, very determined, “I don’t want to be on your bad side Carol”, you said, a little choked, “I love him, like I never thought I was going to love somebody, and you are one of the most important people to him”.

“We’ll work it out”, she offered, you nodded, she still was cradling your face with her hands, she made you lean in and kissed you on your forehead. She then pulled you for a hug, and you hugged her back, tightly.

“Hey what’s goin’ on?”, it wasn’t recriminatory, you separated and saw Daryl there looking at the both of you with a little smile

“Girl talk”, said Carol with a smile, an honest smile

“What does it smell like burning meat?”, he asked, you shared looks with Carol, and then shook your head

“No idea”, you both said at the same time.

“The usual package won’t work with these people”, muttered Negan, looking at the darkened street, “I can see it”

“We know what their plans are going to be, we could easily end them”, said Gary

“Yeah, I know”, he whispered, “those idiots back at the Sanctuary jumped the gun, they might as well ruined everything”, he said, grunting

“There are not… the kind of people we deal with”, said Laura, “Rick’s group is dangerous…”

“Are you having second thoughts Laura?”, asked Negan, entertained

“Deanna clearly can’t control them”, she said, “like she said she would”

“Yeah, she can’t”, he said, “And I do know the easiest thing would be to kill them all, but I might find some use for them yet… I have an idea…”

“Boss, I want to go home already”, growled Gary, already tired of his games, and Negan often thought about the fact he should have brought someone else with him… someone more approachable

“And we will my impatient friend”, Negan chuckled, “soon, and we might even take some very special new friends back with us”, he said with a cheeky smile

PCN: I feel so sinful, writing smut with Daryl, I hope I’m not disappointing you, because each time I write the word “cock” I cringe so bad, I love Daryl so much and I want to do right by him. You won’t believe the dirty sh*t I have written for my darker fics (HOTD, Marvel), and yet with Daryl I feel almost bad no matter how vanilla it is.

Anyways… Do you think it's time for him to pop the question? I already want to refer to Daryl as her husband, and us his wife, I’ve been hinting at it, I refuse to use the words “girlfriend” and “boyfriend” haha

I’m chatty today… Negan’s plan is about to be discovered… and also, I got the idea of the branding and re-branding (pun intended) of a scene out of Orange is the New Black

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oli!! congratulations on the 1k <3 for the event I would like to vil + sit on his lap?) or vil + lap jeje idk I just want to sit on his lap and talk?) XDD, well take care and let's go for the 2k ^^/

aaaa thank you!!!! <3 my first thought was doing vil's eyeliner bc YK "sit on my lap and do my eyeliner" but i know he would NEVER let someone else do his eyeliner sigh.

so instead, you're taking his makeup off. C:< onwards to 2k!! thank you for your support anon <33

VIL SCHOENHEIT + LAP (1k event details)

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Pomfiore dinners were always a hassle.

You’d think the dorm with someone like Vil at its head would be calm, but with all the preparations required to make the dinner go perfectly, it was anything but.

As if that wasn’t enough, Vil's morning alarm didn’t go off and he didn’t have time to go on his morning run. Just when you both thought he couldn’t get more thrown off his routine, it suddenly began to rain. Silently cursing whoever had angered Malleus as thunder rumbled in the distance, you and Vil had to take shelter before heading back to Pomfiore.

By now, Vil was ready to sleep.

And so you tug him over to his vanity and sit him in front of the mirror. He doesn’t protest when you climb into his lap, nor does he push you away when you start to remove his makeup.

“There you go, beautiful.” you murmur, gently massaging the make-up remover balm into his skin.

He hums at the gentle caressing of your fingers as they map out his features, and his relaxed state makes you happy to serve him.

Is this what it means to be a queen?

“Thank you, dove.” he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“No problem.” you whisper, and you wrap your arms around his middle.

He lets you kiss the juncture between his neck and shoulder before he tells you to get off his lap so he can wash his face. You, as always, are happy to serve.

#personally i'm not a fan of vil using the pet name potato in fics #i think he'd use classy ones for someone thats literally his s/o #plus!!! he doesnt call people potatoes exactly #he calls them spudlings #spuds are mini potatoes sigh BUT it sounds WAY more elegant #get it vil!!!! insult them in style!!!!!!#auburn's 1k event <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #twst #vil x reader #vil schoenheit fluff #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #twst vil x reader

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pinkestlittlebutterfly · 8 months

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Here’s what I’d do if I made a Servamp hospital AU except that I have no plot, only vibes.

Mahiru – head nurse in charge of one of the wards, often working the shifts no one else wants. He’s beloved by some patients for being genuine and kind, annoying to others for his no-nonsense-attitude, and adored by young doctors for providing useful advice. In his locker there’s a stash of necessities for patients with no one to bring them – toothbrushes, phone chargers, a small selection of candy…

Kuro – nursing assistant, unwillingly provided with a job by his housemate and head nurse Mahiru. He spends most of his work day either complaining or hiding in the bathrooms, but is kept on the team for the soothing aura he exudes. Sometimes he lets terrified kids borrow his Nintendo Switch.

Hugh – cardiothoracic surgeon. He is absolutely brilliant at his job, but struggles with the parts of surgery that require a bit of physical strength. Though he cares deeply for his colleagues he’s known for his very specific demands regarding surgery preparation, and occasional bouts of arrogance that are rumoured to be an attempt at compensation. Working with Tetsu has made him mellow out.

Tetsu – surgical nurse, and everyone’s favourite. Among the surgical team he’s deeply appreciated for the help he provides with physically demanding tasks, like positioning patients, and being gentle and careful despite his strength. Hugh insists on having Tetsu assist him whenever a challenging surgery is coming up, even if he has to stand on a step to mitigate their height difference.

Lily – paediatrician who excels at handling fussy children and difficult family members. Outwardly he appears sweet and saccharine in advocating for those in his care, but he knows his rights well and will happily manipulate, lie or go behind a parent’s back should he find it necessary. He’s often called in for patients with suspicious bruises or injuries, and works closely with Misono from clinical forensics.

Misono – specialist in clinical forensics. He’s known for his meticulous, court-proof documentation, which not a single lawyer has managed to get dismissed yet. Though he can’t work long shifts and used to be called in for consultations only, he has recently campaigned to establish a small outpatient department he can run some days of the week. He works closely with Lily from paediatrics.

Mikuni – former member of the security team, now working in administration. Thus, he spends most of his days annoying anyone unlucky enough to catch his attention, preferably Jeje from radiology or Shuuhei from hygiene management, and seems to know everything about everyone. Sometimes Lily or Misono still call him to handle issues they’d rather not involve the actual security team in.

Jeje – radiologist who has not seen the sun in months. He chose his job specifically to avoid contact with others, but must frequently leave the dark, little room he likes to stay holed up in to help out with punctures and other interventions since no one else has hands as steady as his. He’s often visited by Mikuni from administration or Lily from paediatrics, who bring him vitamin d supplements.

Tsurugi – leader of the security team, infamous and mysterious to anyone who hasn’t witnessed him in line for lunch at the cafeteria yet. He only answers to one of the higher-ups among the administration team. Whether it’s a problem that security lies entirely in the hands of the administration is an ongoing discussion among the medical staff, but no one knows whether Tsurugi is aware of it.

Shuuhei – head of hygiene management, living off coffee from spill-proof reusable cups. He’s said to be pedantic, but that’s what makes him good at his job. Though it’s a thankless endeavour, he works tirelessly to make sure everyone knows when to use which disinfectant and how to properly put on rubber gloves. Only the resident microbiologist seems to take him completely seriously.

#servamp #oh my god so many characters i'll tag them later #also here's some explanations #kuro talks about his soothing properties in the first few volumes a lot and it's his special stat in the guide book with a 10/10 #and soothing is one of the most important things you can be in a hospital so i chose to go with that #hugh is a surgeon because nothing embodies the deadly sin of pride quite like a surgeon #i wanted lily to also be a psychiatrist or in palliative care or a nurse or a social worker but in the end i had to settle on one thing #sad #the resident microbiologist shuuhei is close to is shamrock #i know no one's quite this invested in hospital dynamics but this is fun #ask me questions but only if you'd like to #112 servamp

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tipzycat · 2 months

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Probably gonna be the weirdest post on my Tumblr...but I got a new job. This job is very long. I'm gone away from my house for just about 14 hours or so while working. This gives my brain time to think.

What does my brain think about...?

Servamp characters and their body types of course.

These are all HCs btw!

Mahiru Shirota: Mahiru has the body build of Touma. He's slim and fit, with some muscle built in underneath. However he's got some decent pudge to him. A softness given to him from his mother's side of the blood line.

Kuro: This boi is a tall skrinky man. His limbs are lanky and his body frame is skinny. Around the first chapters he was even smaller. However with Mahiru's help, Kuro has gained some muscle mass.

Tetsu Sendagaya (Did I spell that right?): I mean we've already seen this boy 🤣 man's fit. He keeps himself well cared for to keep with the muscle mass.

Hugh: Tiny child: Small pudge bean.

Adult man: Hugh holds himself with elegance and pride. He makes sure that this form is well kept and clean while keeping a touch of the child pudge to give him a touch of innocence.

Mikuni Arisuin: He's in the middle ground of being tall or short. With the added elegance of his family blood, Mikuni has a bit of wear and tear. His hands aren't as nice as they use to be, and his body posture holds a bit of hostility and mystery to it. Despite this, he has baby pudge around his cheeks and belly.

Jeje: Jeje has always been naturally tall. Along with this, he's rather thin, yet his body is firm with a small muscle mass. His skin is also the darkest of the Servamps.

Iduna Nobel: Iduna is a small woman. Her skin is fair and tan with soft gentle freckles along her shoulders and cheeks, and she holds a lot of softness and pudge to her. Absolutely perfect for snuggles.

Freya: Freya is tall and slender. Her frame is built with a power underneath, giving her a sense of power. This also gives her a touch of muscle mass with a elegant grace that's wolf like.

Licht Todoroki: Licht is also rather tall and thin. His skin is a touch paler than the other Eves, and he holds less muscle mass compared to them (Except Misono). His body was built for grace and beauty. More fairy like than an angel.

Lawless/Hyde: Lawless is the pudgiest of the Servamps. His playful demeanor and sharp tongue give way with the softness of his body. He's also the shortest compared to the adult Servamps (Not including Child Hugh), and has freckles along his cheeks, chest, and shoulders. Second darkest skin tone of the Servamps.

Niccolo Carpidem (Idk if I spelt that right either xD): Niccolo is also in the middle ground of height. His frame his small, yet firm with gentle muscles. He's got a soft grace held in his facial features that's gentle and caring despite always being tense.

Ildio: He's also rather pudgy in a sense. His body is sharp and firm, built for power. He's the most bulky of the Servamps and also holds the most muscle mass.

Misono Alicein: He's small. His frame is thin, nearly fragile. His skin is also rather pale in complexion with the other Eves. Yet he's elegance and beauty is added onto with soft pudge around his cheeks.

Lily: Lily is tall. Possibly the second tallest of the Servamps. His skin is fair and well cared for, along with his hair. His body frame is slender and gentle. Elegant and graceful with a fairy like beauty.

Tsubaki: Tsubaki is slightly small. His frame was built with fox like grace. A soft pudge hiding firm muscle mass for when he strikes. His skin is also well cared for and is deemed as very soft.

#servamp #servamp manga #servamp characters #servamp hcs

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ultravioletqueen · 4 months

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I started to work on this and when the option of giving Julia a new boyfriend had more than 10 votes, it was really quite entertaining to think of a design for him and I really like how it turned out both in appearance and personality

I present to you xabier mclaren! He is the vocalist of his band "the starsones" and Julia's current boyfriend. He met her backstage at one of his concerts (she went at the insistence of a friend) without knowing who the vocalist was. Let's say that their relationship started very slowly. but safe since Xabier, unlike Andrew, is someone very outgoing who knows how to read others, so he knew how to interact with Julia in a friendly enough way to give her the confidence to open up but not too insistent to prevent her from thinking that he wanted something of her (in addition to her number hehe).

xabier is someone who follows the punk movement, an anarchist at heart with a heart of gold, at first glance he seems intimidating but in reality he is super sweet and gentle with others, he is like a green flag that looks like a red flag (and andrew is a red flag disguised as a green flag)

Now some other facts about xabier:

🎸He is 23 years old and is 196cm tall.

🎸He comes from a family that loves punk rock, he has 3 siblings, an older sister and two younger brothers

🎸he learned to play instruments thanks to his father(a former rockstar)and he usually goes camping with his mother from time to time (when she is not working in her punk bar)

🎸He wants to study to be a veterinarian, he loves animals (especially dogs) but he would be happy if he could work with the music industry.

🎸He has a horizontal scar under his right eye caused by an armed robbery.

🎸has a phobia of dolphins after watching a documentary about them in biology class.

🎸He says that music is not just a hobby but part of his life.

🎸His love language is physical contact and words of affirmation.

🎸he got her tongue pierced when he was 16 with the help of his older sister and pierced his ears at home (he barely felt it).

🎸related to the above, he has great resistance to pain.

🎸he is trans, he started his transition at 15.

🎸he is demipansexual.

🎸He has a bad habit of pulling his braid when he's frustrated or nervous.

🎸he'll probably give threatening words to ashley/andrew if they dare try to get close to julia.

🎸He exercises regularly (a good gymbro) and likes to do parkour.

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me puse a trabajar en esto y cuando la opcion de darle un nuevo novio a julia tuvo mas de 10 votos, realmente fue bastante entretenido pensar en un diseño para el y me gusta mucho como quedo tanto en apariencia como en personalidad🥰

¡les presento a xabier mclaren! es el vocalista de su banda "the starsones" y actual novio de julia,la conocio en el backstage de uno de sus conciertos(ella fue por la insistencia de una amiga) sin saber que era el vocalista, digamos que su relacion inicio muy lenta pero segura siendo que xabier a diferencia de andrew es alguien muy extrovertido que sabe leer a los demas,por lo que sabia como interactuar con julia de manera lo suficientemente amistosa para darle confianza para abrirse pero no demasiado insistente para evitar que pensara que el queria algo de ella(ademas de su numero jeje).

xabier es alguien que sigue el movimiento punk,un anarquista de corazon con un corazon de oro,a simple vista parece intimidante pero en realidad es super dulce y amigable con los demas,es como una green flag con aspecto de red flag(y andrew es una red flag disfrazada de green flag)

Ahora algunos otros datos sobre xabier:

🎸Tiene 23 años y mide 196 cm.

🎸Viene de una familia amante del punk rock, tiene 3 hermanos, una hermana mayor y dos hermanos menores.

🎸aprendió a tocar instrumentos gracias a su padre (un ex estrella de rock) y suele ir de camping con su madre de vez en cuando (cuando ella no está trabajando en su bar punk).

🎸Quiere estudiar veterinario, ama a los animales (especialmente a los perros) pero estaría feliz si pudiera trabajar en la industria musical.

🎸Tiene una cicatriz horizontal debajo del ojo derecho provocada por un robo a mano armada.

🎸tiene fobia a los delfines después de ver un documental sobre ellos en la clase de biología.

🎸Dice que la música no es sólo un hobby sino parte de su vida.

🎸Su lenguaje de amor es el contacto físico y las palabras de afirmación.

🎸se perforó la lengua cuando tenía 16 años con la ayuda de su hermana mayor y se perforó las orejas en casa (apenas lo sintió).

🎸Relacionado con lo anterior, tiene gran resistencia al dolor.

🎸es trans, empezó su transición a los 15 años.

🎸es demipansexual.

🎸Tiene la mala costumbre de tirar de su trenza cuando está frustrado o nervioso.

🎸Probablemente le dará palabras amenazadoras a Ashley/Andrew si se atreven a intentar acercarse a Julia.

🎸Hace ejercicio con regularidad (un buen gimbro) y le gusta hacer parkour.

#tcoaal julia #tcoaal oc #oc x cannon #the coffin of andy and leyley julia #the coffin of andy and leyley #tcoaal #xabier mclaren #xablia #english and spanish #spanish

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I'm interested 0u0, hii I just found your blog and kdkssj I was wondering if you could do headcanons with sub! shiki ando x reader fem dom who is a bit of the dominatrix type but like vanilla jeje I want to him be dominated but gently bc I still see him as a bby XDD, well thats all~ , tenkiu and welcome \^^/

cw. smut, fem!reader, afab!reader, femdom, a little bit of (self) degradation for Shiki, but a lot more of praise, crying, overstimulation, masturbation, anal fingering

Ah yes, Shiki, and his guilty kink for gentle femdom.

He feels so pathetic to let himself be dominated by a woman, he is supposed to be the man! He can't help but get so turned on when you make him sit on your lap, naked, with his cute cock out of his pants waiting patiently for your attention.

You don't even have to do much, Shiki has so little resistance that he comes just by touching his cock and saying a few nice words to it.

Shiki is a crybaby. He cries because of overstimulation, he cries because he feels pathetic, and he also cries because your fingers feel so good inside him.

It's so easy to overstimulate him, just wrap one of your hands around his cock and stimulate his warm insides with your fingers. Don't be so mean tho, Shiki is so easy to break that by doing that for a few minutes you will have him crying and moaning your name. He even trembles!

Still, no matter how much he cries, whines and sobs, he won't come until you give him the permission, because Shiki is a good boy and would never disobey his mistress <3

#paradox live #the cats whiskers #tcw #shiki ando #sub paradox live #sub character #dom reader #paradox live x reader #paralive #pararai

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psychics4unet · 4 days

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hi! just found your account so dont mind if later im leaving a lot of likes in your notis jeje 😖

i would love to have a free reading if u can and want please 🥺 i wanted to ask about my fs! when will i meet him and in what situation will that happen? hehe🌷

thank u so much and have a great day 🎀

Free Psychic Reading – Message From The Angels!

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As for timing, the angels are hinting that this meeting could happen within the next year or two, but only when you’re ready and open to receiving love in its most genuine form. Trust that they’re guiding both of you to cross paths at the right moment, when you’re both prepared for the connection to blossom 🌷.

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thesinglesjukebox · 4 months

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TEMS - "LOVE ME JEJE"

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We're on her wave right now...

[8.09]

Alfred Soto: Seyi Sodimu's 1997 "Love Me JeJe" serves as the foundation for this delightful thing, a popiano groover which like many of its best songs doesn't insist on itself but has a way of insinuating itself. [8]

Aaron Bergstrom: Last year, in a conversation for Interview, Kendrick Lamar asked Tems how she avoided being pigeonholed as an artist. In a surprisingly combative response, she took great pains to distance herself from Afrobeats specifically, Nigerian music generally, and everyone telling her that audiences would only accept her if she presented herself and her music in a certain way. ("It’s not that your music is bad, it’s just that it doesn’t fit in Nigeria. Nigerians don’t like this.") While she tried to spin it as me-against-the-world motivation, I came away from the interview exhausted on her behalf, overwhelmed by the idea that she would always be locked in a battle against forces that would seek to flatten her into a stereotype just because of the place she was born. With all of that as prologue, "Love Me JeJe" is a miracle in its weightlessness. Here is Tems at peace, unquestionably an individual but also unquestionably the product of her environment. Here is Tems effortlessly breathing new life into a familiar Nigerian hit that was originally released when she was two years old. Here is Tems gliding through the streets of Lagos as if floating, as if she came out the other side of her fight for individuality with the confidence that she won't lose herself. [9]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: Every Tems single this decade has been a little masterpiece; this is no different. But it is different — this is the most comfortable she's sounded on record, her performance filled with the little grace notes and playful asides that only come when a singer is in their element. "Damages" and the other singles off For Broken Ears were beautiful showcases for Tems' voice, but she largely stuck to grand gestures, melodies that spread across the sonic canvas like she was singing arias, gorgeous and lonely. "Love Me JeJe" feels tender in a way that her music never has, a warm and lovely party of a song — nostalgic not just in its invocation of Seyi Sodimu but in its whole feel, those call-and-response vocals and that "Heartbeats"-esque guitar riff invoking an endless succession of warm summer nights. Every note feels like an invitation to the sublime; even just in the way she subtly adjusts the emphasis the last time she calls to her lover, turning a note of devotion into something more flirtatious. The best pop songs we write about here are the ones that are worlds in themselves, self-sustaining systems of sound that seem to unfold further and reveal more to love about them with every listen. "Love Me JeJe" is one of those worlds. [10]

Julian Axelrod: Until this year, Tems' voice felt like a rare and incredibly valuable natural resource, meted out over a few sparse EPs and occasionally used to apply a lacquer of prestige to a Marvel soundtrack or an air of gravity to a Future beat. It's been hard to know the singer through the songs, but "Love Me JeJe" feels like the fullest picture of Tems we've heard so far. She sounds looser and freer than ever, but her voice has never sounded richer, whether soaring or scatting or talking shit in the studio. The song is presented as not just a reinterpretation of the Seyi Sodimu song of the same name, but as an homage. And whether this is an act of earnest homage or an attempt to avoid a lawsuit, it's incredibly charming to hear Tems sing its refrain almost to herself, like it's been stuck in her head for years. It feels like an act of adaptation that tells you as much about the singer as the song. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: The way Tems sings speaks to me. It's a modal tone, so comfortable and gentle; her voice floats comfortably in her chest register and feels as if she is talking to you, explaining something very difficult. Tems may arc into little peals and soft whole notes, but she stays in her range, tantalizing and lively, showing the loyalty and tenderness she sings about. On the tail end, she simply jokes: "Why won't you just open your mouth and say something?" It's such a gentle rhetorical question, a taunt a lover would say to you as their friend rightfully points out your fraidy-cat tendencies. It's a simple moment of in-studio banter, and it fits the actual lyrics so smoothly, cresting as soon as it reaches its end, ebbing into the sea. [10]

Jonathan Bradley: Tems is too chill here for me to call her shuffling West Africans rhythms upbeat, but she lets her words ("I need and I need and I need and I need you more) cascade over one another with a lovely liveliness. "I'm on your wave right now," she confides, and little flourishes of highlife guitar endorse the intimacy. The convivial call-and-response — "love me tender" — enhances the coziness; "Love Me JeJe" relaxes into the comfort of familiar company. [7]

Joshua Minsoo Kim: "I'm on your wave right now" is such a beautiful declaration. Tems sings it with an assurance of what it implies, of an unshakable bond with a future and past. She makes that known with the call-and-response interpolations; it is quietly pleasurable in the way that all in-jokes are when worked into everyday conversation. Those who don't know the Seyi Sodimu original can still feel its familiarity: it's the sound of a love that has stood the test of time, that has always felt eternal, that is capable of endless shared memories. [8]

Ian Mathers: Some love songs are overtly intense (wonderfully or horribly so), but this one succeeds by seeming, if not casual, at least laid back. A low-key ode to sharing a wavelength with someone, with that playful little guitar lick pealing away in the background over rim taps, there's a confidence and joy practically embedded in the music here that's infectious. [8]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: Infinite and intimate, tender and timeless, warm and unwavering. Tems’ voice sounds like golden rays of sunshine, and if this summer fulfills its full romantic potential, I’ll come back and change this to a [10]. [8]

Katherine St. Asaph: "Relaxed" and "breezy" are not mutually exclusive with "mid." [5]

Will Adams: Simply gorgeous. [8]

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#tems #music #nigerian music #music writing #music reviews #music criticism #the singles jukebox #Youtube

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