#YES YES YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[rvspecter]

There's no boss employee vibe here at all. She's his equal. Like Harvey, Donna enjoys going toe to toe. I love that she wins this round, I think, with several zingers, not just one. She gets the, did you come out on top? Your fly's unzipped, it was earlier today and the is that what Scottie said? They literally let her win time after time.

He made it that the secretary won. Like our hero loses. He has to walk away. I love that and I'm so grateful for it. - Sarah Rafferty

[spaciebabie]

Cannot contain my excitement

SCREAMS

[shieldandsword1968]

SHUT UPPPPP I HAVENT CHECKED EVGENIYRUSSIANFILM'S CHANNEL IN A FEW DAYS YOU'RE TELLING ME HE UPLOADED ALPINE BALLAD AND PETROVKA 38??????????????

[ratgrinders]

Court of Wrath

Distortion: Kipperlilly Copperkettle, Aguefort Adventuring Academy, Kangaroo Court

Treasure: A copper kettle (link for the inspiration : ))

Shadow: A prosecutor, putting forth evidence to convict a clearly guilty party, despite the court’s bias in favor of them. The defendants? The Bad Kids.

Madame Kipperlilly Copperkettle, the great sinner of wrath. Your faulty idea of justice has festered into a murderous rage, leaving your fellow students victimized in your wake. Thus, we have decided to make you confess your crimes with your own mouth. From, the Phantom Thieves Bad Kids

today's kipperlilly is about to have her heart stolen!

[wassup-its-e]

i got int Wynncraft from seeing you post about it, i just started playing yesterday and i am SO obsessed ive already reached level 26 and nemract + elkan playing overnight i love it so much so thank you for posting about it because w o w this game is amazing

also elliotte and faustus are so amazing do you allow fanfiction about your OCs? ill give you credit ofc i just r e a l l y wanna write them

thanks so much!

YES YES YES YES A MILLION TIMES YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS I WANT TO SEE MORE OF MY SONS PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU HAVE FANFICTION DUE IN 24 HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

also im very happy youre enjoying the game so far trust me its going to only go down hill from there enjoy wynn!

[bumblehoneybee]

What if instead of poppy sending those weird messages through death to Angel...it's actually the doctor saying those things like "wake up...You're not allowed to rest when you still have so many things to do. Death is a weakness that will not hold you"

yessssssssssssssssssss

yes yes

after all, he's got his little fingers in every stitch and seam that makes up angel. whispering to them as their body tries to die, but refuses to thanks to a higher power (or lower, in sawyer's case), would be on theme for the angel of many parts au

may death do us part, but it won't, not while i have a say in it

[princess-ofthe-furries]

I have creative block, I can't draw but I'm going to post this draft :D

My errorink soft au

(yes, these versions of mine are soft au theirs owo )

Error is asking if Ink is okay, Ink said yes...but Error is shaking too much...

(One thing, ink is mute, error does sign language)

Error original by @loverofpiggies

Ink original by @comyet

(explanations, I have no creativity and desire to draw, I try but I can't, but I can come back and draw soon)

[lurkinginnernarrator]

MURDERBOT AU

Need more cyborg Shen Jiu. Scum Villain star wars crossovers where he gets the Darth Vader treatment after Luo Binghe rips off his limbs. Alternate universes based on that one episode of Love, Sex & Robots where the fox girl gets slowly turned into a robot by her evil rich john, but it's Luo Binghe gradually replacing every part he takes off his scum master with a robot piece, in some twisted mixture of vengeance and service. Shen Jiu's soul transmigrating to the murderbot universe after he dies and ending up in a lab-grown body with bioengineered and technological "enhancements", more physically powerful than he's ever been but somehow still property (this time of a corporation). Shen Jiu's trauma manifesting as a literal detachment from his physical form, his limbs under his command, his sharp tongue replaced by a voice modulator, but all of it remote, the external finally matching the internal.

Also like. It always looks really cool.

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

Howdy! Have a shitty Panthera and an equally shitty feral bug lmao

(this is in fact the first time I've drawn either of them, can you tell lmao)

omg yES

YESS YES YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I LOVE!!!

[chickenkurage]

KJABKJHAJHAKJGAKHGKUSGJSHGKSJGSKJGAKJHAKJ CHPATWE 8 WAS NOT I WAS EXPECTING AT ALL BUT OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!!!!!! HONESTLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS SO FAR IN THIS FIC-

ANYWAYS FIRST OF ALL, EXPERIMENTS ON THE FIGHTERS??? MAKING THEM AGGRESSIVE AND ALL??? WHA- I- IS THIS GONNA COME UP LATER OR SOMETHING BECAUSE WHAT IN THE ABSOLUTE HECK??? AND OFC MAUVE IS REALLY INTERESTED IN THESE EXPERIMENTS BUT YEAH HOW IN THE WORLD DID HE MANAGED TO JUST SLIP PAST AND GRAB THOSE FOR HIMSELF LIKE DANG- I AGREE WITH SLATE HE'S A DOCTOR NOT A SCIENTIST SO DON'T BECOME LIKE A CERTAIN SOMEONE- *AHEM* SABLE- *COUGH* SORRY- (BUT LEARNING ABOUT THE EXPERIMENTS DOES GIVE ME AN OPPORTUNITY FOR MY CORRUPTION AU THOUGH.....), BUT YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ANOTHER SLATE AND PURPLE MEETING!!! AND A SLATE AND KING MEETING LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SLATE OUR FAVORITE LITTLE AWKWARD GUY- AND DON'T QUESTIONS THE NAME THE FANDOM GAVE KING SLATE I ASSUME THAT'S WHERE IT COME FROM BECAUSE OF THE COMMUNITY- ANOTHER FLASHBACK OF NAVY WITH HIS FAMILY YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THEY LOOKED SO HAPPY BEFORE WHAT THE HECK!?!?!? PURPLE SEEMED SO HAPPY BEFORE TOO OH MY GOSH??? NOT THE OVERSIZED JACKET AND BOOTS- BUT ORCHID ACTUALLY KNOWS ABOUT HOW NAVY'S JOB IS LIKE??? ESPECIALLY WITH THAT BRUISE ON HIS NECK- BUT THEY BOTH SEEMED SO HAPPY BEFORE TOO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- WHERE DID IT ALL GO WRONGGGGGGGGGG- BUT SLATE ACTUALLY HAS BEEN QUESTIONING HIMSELF WHO HE TRULY WAS BY TOUCHING HIS NECK??? *INHALES* OH MY GOSH IT WILL SOMEHOW ALL CLICKED TO HIM PROBABLY OH MY GOSH- BUT HIIIIIIIIII AGAIN ALAN- AND WHAT??? HE'S ACTUALLY FAKING AND PRETENDING??? 06 HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT??? WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA- SO HE IS TRYING TO FIND HALO... THE SNEAK PEAK OF ARC 4 WITH ALAN AND HAL- OH MY GOSH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GIVE HIM WHAT HE F*CKING DESERVES ALAN!!! GIVE HIM IT!!! BUT THE AWKWARD MOMENT OF ALAN SUDDENLY BREAKING IN AND DESTROYING HOUSE JUST TO REALIZE SLATE DOESN'T ACTUALLY KNOW WHERE HALO IS AND ISN'T DOING ANYTHING AT ALL ANYMORE UNDER HIS COMMAND, BUT SLATE CRYING AND POSSIBLY HAVING THE URGE TO FULL ON BREAK DOWN IN FRONT OF ALAN LIKE- SLATE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO IT'S OKAYYYYYYYYY MAUVE WILL UNDERSTAND I HOPE- MAYBE- I HOPE THOUGH- BUT YES, YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES ALAN AND NULL FINALLY REUNITE!!! WELL SORT OF SINCE NULL IS STILL IN A COMA LIKE SLATE STATED- YES ALAN PLEASE GO VISIT HER WHEN YOU CAN YOU BOTH NEED EACH OTHER AFTER EVERYTHING OH MY GOSH- PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEEEE- BUT IT'S ACTUALLY REVEALED ON WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED- THE MEMORY WIPED ACTUALLY WORKED BUT HE'S BEEN GETTING DREAMS AND NIGHTMARES ABOUT WHAT ACTUALLY HAPPENED BEFORE IT WAS ALL WIPED LIKE IT ALL CAME BACK TO HIM, OFC HE DIDN'T FULLY REMEMBER EVERYTHING YET SINCE HE SAID IT'S STILL A WORK IN PROGRESS BUT AT LEAST HE'S REMEMBERING AGAIN!!! BUT HONESTLY I WONDER HOW HE FEELS NOW ABOUT HOW HIS OWN FAMILY TRIED TO LITERALLY RESET HIM COMPLETELY AND ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED... SURE HE HAS THEM ALL FOR HIMSELF AND THEY START TO CARE BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY??? LIKE WHAT IF THE MEMORY WIPED DID BRING CONSEQUENCES LIKE DID IT MAKE HIM FORGET HE LITERALLY "DIED" FROM THE CAR CRASH??? HOW HIS IRL FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE PROBABLY STILL MOURNING FOR HIM RN, LIKE ESPECIALLY HIS OWN HUMAN LIFE... OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH- VICTIM PLEASE HE NEEDS TO AT LEAST HEAL SLOWLY AND MAKE PROGRESS YOU CAN'T MAKE YOURSELF AND EVERYONE ELSE ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED OH MY GOSH- IK HE BURNT YOU AND WASN'T RESPONDING BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN HE'S BEEN THROUGH ABSOLUTE HECK FOR THE PAST THREE WEEKSSS!!! BUT HONESTLY ALAN ACTING LIKE THIS LIKE... MORE DIFFERENTLY AND NOT LIKE A SOFT HEARTED TYPE NOW OR SOMETHING??? IDK IT FEELS MORE DIFFERENT BUT I LOVE IT, OFC HE WANTS TO FIND HALO, OFC HE'LL PROBABLY THINK ABOUT WHAT HIS FAMILY TRIED TO DO TO HIM, LIKE LITERALLY ALL OF THAT AND ETC- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ALANNNNNNNNNNN HOW ARE YOU GONNA BE LIKE NOWWWWWWWWW- BUT AT LEAST HIM AND SLATE ARE ON EVEN TERMS AND SLATE FINALLY BROUGHT ALAN BACK TO NULL NOW!!! MOTHER AND SON!!! THEY'RE TOGETHER AGAIN LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

BRAVO MOMGEYYY!!! BRAVOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! DEFINITELY ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHAPTERS SO FAR IN THIS FIC!!!!

Okay i also agree Chapter 8 is my favorite, since it feature our Boy Failure "Slate" LOLLLLLL

Experimentation was used a lot by Halo before Alan had come into the picture, after all we don't exactly easily acquire super powered sticks. They need some kind of formula to "Cheat" somehow, after all Halo hated losing. And yes, they did manage to develop a "medicine" that somehow give their fighter's speed and strength temporarily. Though at a cost of being quite addicting and sometimes personality changing, depending on the age they had administered the "medication". So, it was quite normal for some of Halo's fighters to grow erratic, easy to anger and sometimes even crazy after consuming so much of the formula. (And I'm really glad that this can connect to your CS Corruption eeeeee)

And lmao, we love our awkward boy failure Slate, who can't even hold a proper conversation with someone his age, aka King LMAO. At least he gets to talk with Purple again!! I really love the part where he's just confused why MT is called King, then Purple tells him his name is Mango Tango, which made it much worse. Because who would call themselves Mango Tango willingly? LOL Slate, don't think about it too much, or your brain might explode, God created you not to think /j

Navy, Orchid and Purple. They seem so happy back then, what happened? What made Navy change into someone who would willingly hurt his kid? What changed him? And the bruise on his neck, what does it mean? And what…."medication"?

Alan just being Slate's opp is just hilarious, imagine him going out his way to go to Mauve's house, beat the shit out of Slate, break half the house, throw Slate through the wall, then stop when you're so-called enemy started crying in front of you LMAO. At least Alan has a heart, somewhere there.

My favorite part of this chapter is really just Slate crying because Alan broke half the house and not the fact Alan had beat the shit out of him. Like what? Slate has his priorities straight LMFAO. Bro is worried about Mauve's house more than his own wellbeing, this boy failure istg.

I'm glad that Alan finally found Null again, and yes, a little about Alan's side. How the memory wiper did work…...but somehow dreams and nightmares kept happening, showing all his memories…. How? That's weird, I wonder who would do that LOL.

I've got to agree with you, Victim really should have gone the more natural way to help Alan. Now he's probably a bit messed up in the head, because we all know Alan doesn't really remember anything but depends on his dreams. It's possible that his information can be wrong (kudos to you 06, don't think I can't see you planning on doing that /j).

And Alan, I hope you guys like this brand-new version….or well not exactly a brand-new version of him, it's still him…. after all, xP.

And hey, at least Alan and Slate are on good terms. God, forbid we see them fighting again, I really doubt Slate would fight back considering he knew how important Alan is to Null lmao. But if he does….I wonder xD. We still have never really see Slate fight, but we know he does have it in there. Talk about sleeper build (Both Alan and Slate lmao, I love these two goobers)

And hehe I'm glad you like the chapter 8! Chapter 9 next people!!!! - S

[ardienothesieno]

Hiiii Ardieno :D

Soooo....

Life series :)))

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

i. mmmm. the brain is rotting. brainrot. i am so normal. this. yes. normalcy.

who's pov did you watch...

[qcharlie]

NEVER KILL YOURSELF. ONE DAY YOU COULD SEE TYLER THE CREATOR LIVE FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY AND BE RIGHT NEXT TO THE STAGE

GOT CHROMAKOPIA PIT TICKETS

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: The UnIntended Series {Book 1: UnExpected}

Okay, so I'm actually nervous to post this. It's wild. With my fanfiction, I don't really feel nervous having others read it, but this---😬.

Anyway, here is chapter 1. As of now, I'm not sure if I will post the 2nd one. Again it'll only be up for a day or two then I will delete it.

To anyone reading it please give me some feedback rather than a "like". I am partly using this as a focus group/beta read session so feedback is crucial. What did you think? Any part you liked or disliked? Would you want to continue it from the 1st chapter alone? If you came across it in a bookstore or Amazon, would you buy it?

Note I: This has NOT been edited beyond small grammatical issues. Also, I am not 100% sold on the name "Daryl" so don't let it be a hang-up.

Note II: Everything here has been officially copywritten so be careful, I'm the wrong one to try.

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Prologue

He was my addiction. My cloudy sky. My stormy night my thunderstorms. He was my chocolate brownie with the chocolate ice cream on top. He was my passion my need my obsession. He was my poison. My sweet, delicious poison and I couldn't get enough--wouldn't get enough. I needed him like I needed air water food. It was never enough. His sex was killer, his kiss was sugar, and his body was the best creation made by the creator. His love was death. He was--my ruin.

Chapter 1

“Ughhhh, deeper, harder, uuuugh, yes. Right there, right there. Don’t stop! God, yes, yes, yes, yessssssssssssssssssss!”

Though my vocabulary was quite advanced, no other words could form. The sensations had taken on a life of their own.

“Oh shit, damn baby”.

He drops on the bed next to me panting heavily filling the air with our combined scent. I moan deeply still feeling the power of him between my thighs, “That was amazing La”, Daryl says using the name he’s always called me since college.

I remember the day we met in college like it was yesterday instead of the nearly eight years it actually had been. I was coming up the steps in the rec room not looking where I was going then bam I ran smack into him. At that time we were both kids, barely nineteen with plenty more to learn about the world and the affairs of the heart. When I looked at him it was all over, then when he smiled that lopsided, slick grin of his, I was a goner. Signed sealed delivered I was his. He must have known it too. There was no way he hadn’t because the smug look on his face said it all.

He’d said, “I haven’t ran into anyone as beautiful as you around here, I have to know your name”.

Boy was it a cheesy line, but I was nineteen after all and it was the flyest line I’d heard. I was his.

“You’re just going to leave me hanging?”

Daryl’s voice brought me out of my memory, a memory that was once your favorite but was slowly becoming one you wished you could forget. Looking over next to me, I find his dewy brown eyes staring into me with a questioning look.

“Oh I’m sorry my mind was wandering, it was amazing, but--,” I stretch out rolling onto my side and bring my hand to toned his chest. Slowly I trail my fingers down his smooth skin over each ab muscle, down past his mind dumbing oblique indentations to his still alert appendage. The moan that escaped him was a deep throaty one that said he was more than ready for round three.

Smiling, I lean closer slipping the tip of my tongue along the shell of his ear. “It’s always been amazing, I’m always amazing”, I say in a self-satisfied way before continuing to lick his ear.

“Mmm, you’re bad. Trying to start something?”

That same lopsided smirk decorated his lips and my belly flipped.

“Nope, who said we were done to begin with?”

Without missing a beat, Daryl crashed his full lips into mine, but it was me who took control of the kiss. The passion between us was evident and I was sure that if the room had smoke alarms we would have set them off. Another sensual moan escaped his lips which made my nether regions clench from the desire to have him nestled there again. Just as his movements became urgent and his kiss needy, a loud sound filled the silence pf the space.

Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.

“Mmm, ignore it,” I coax continuing the pleasurable attack my hand was doping under the black sheet of Daryl’s bed.

“Ah, baby,” he groaned out as my finger glided across the smooth tip of his manhood.

With more urgency, Daryl pressed himself against me then brought his large hand to trace along the right side of my body until he cupped my breast.

“Mmm,” I say tightening the grip of my hand around him.

Daryl’s response was to tweak my sensitive and aching nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The action easily brought more moans of pleasure from my lips. It also served the purpose of distracting me. When I felt his other hand skim across my stomach then dip lower and lower the anticipation in me had my back arching off the bed.

Once he made it to the sweet spot between my thighs a high-pitched sigh escaped me. Within seconds he had me panting and mewling from the skill of his fingers and within seconds I needed more of him. Daryl was good at many things, but the one thing he excelled at hands down was his ability to get me from zero to one hundred in thirty seconds flat. It was a skill he’d developed in college and had never relented in holding the record for.

Buzz, Buzz. Buzz, buzz.

I felt the absence of him before he pulled away but when his hand left my body he spoke against my lips, “It could be work, La”.

In this very moment you didn’t give a flying fuck if it was work. Right now there were much more important matters at hand. That was all it took to spark my anger. It was a small action, but it spoke volumes and brought memories of other times before where he’d seemed so aloof. Using all the self-control I possessed coupled with some learned tricks to decelerate my emotions, I clenched my jaw and silently willed my anger to remain in check.

With my eyes glued to him, I watch on as he glances at his phone screen then types in the unlock code. When his face illuminates white from the screen, I continue to watch and crane my eyes to get a glimpse of his screen to see just what it was that had interrupted your moment. Almost as soon as it opens there is a picture of a pretty woman with her legs spread eagle butt naked.

“Oh”,” Daryl rushes out as he jerks from me. The sudden movement has him fumbling his phone but with a stroke of last-minute grace he holds it close to him, hiding it from me. Too late.

The tight hold I had on my anger was suddenly not enough to contain it. With almost inhumane speed, I bolted upright and glared at him sending a thousand hot blades through my eyes in his direction.

“What the hell was that!?”

The heat on my face quickly spread down my neck until my chest felt like I was standing in direct sunlight on the hottest day of summer.

Daryl shrugs, “Nothing”.

“Don’t nothing me, I saw that. Who is that”?

He reached over the bed and placed his phone on the bedside table. “I don’t know La. Must have been a wrong number. It’s nothing”.

My nose crinkled from the stench of his lie. They always had their own distinct scent. I always knew when he was lying and unfortunate he was lying more often than not. “

“Oh nothing? That’s nothing!? So, it’s nothing when you’re getting naked pictures while you’re in bed with me?”

I hadn’t meant to scream the words but once they were out they bounced off the walls, echoing in the room.

“La, calm down,” Daryl cautiously encouraged, “She’s no one.”

Suddenly I felt as if I was going to be sick. The tight knot in my stomach spasmed, a familiar feeling. “No one! So if she’s no one, then what am I?”

Daryl rolled his eyes, and sighed in the exaggerated way he did when he was annoyed with the direction something had taken, “God here we go”.

When he dropped back onto the bed, you bolted to your feet. He was annoyed? Shit, I was past annoyed right now and I had every right to be.

 “Yes here we do, Daryl. What the hell is wrong with you? Who is that woman and why is she sending you naked pictures?”

Silence filled the space as he laid there staring into the ceiling completely ignoring me. He knew how much I hated it when he did this. I was convinced he did it because I hated it so much. I didn’t want to go irate right now, but I was seconds away from going atomic.

“Hello!”

Another sigh came from him before he sat up and reached for me. With his hand inches from my breast I leaned back and slapped it away. It was supposed to be a regular hit but because of my anger it was much more than a regular hit. It was a hard one that made the sting from it ricochet through your hand.

“You know what, fuck you Daryl.”

Without missing a beat, I turned and walked to the chair across the room where my clothes were currently draped over. It was time to go. I shouldn’t have even been here to begin with. Keeping my back to him I began putting on my clothes.

“Unfuckinbelivable! Every time is the same mess. The same thing!”

Angrily slinging my shirt over my head I do my best to keep the tears pricking my eyes away. I was tired of crying, tired of this circle.

“Don’t do this La,” Daryl began, his voice smooth as a hustler on the corner trying to upsell some weed, “Listen her name is Marcella, and we were hanging out a while back. That’s it, we haven’t in weeks though.”

Spinning around to face him my eyes narrowed, “Weeks? We’ve been fucking for years Daryl. We’ve been going around this for years. Years! Unbelievable. Oh La, I miss you, I love you, I’m going to change I promise, it’s just you. Bullshit!”

I felt so stupid to have believed his lies, to have expected anything to change. I felt dumb being here right now. My anger had morphed into hurt and it was becoming harder and harder to fight back the tears.  I should have known nothing had changed, that nothing would have changed. Deep down I knew it was the same bullshit. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw the truth shining back at me. I had been stupid for a long time.

I watch as Daryl slinks across the room to me with a somber look on his face that I knew was an act. For it to be real he had to feel remorse, an emotion you doubted he even fathomed. Raising my hands I try to keep him at bay because I know if he touches me even a little bit my anger will falter, and he will turn it all around. I didn’t want him to placate me with lies any longer.

“Don’t touch me.”

“Now I can’t touch you? Come on, you love when I touch you.”

He laced his fingers with mine before he pulled me closer to him. “I’m the only one that makes you feel good,” he cooed, “The only one that knows how to touch you.”

For emphasis, Daryl brought his hand around to cup my ass in a way that also brought my leg up to wrap around his waist. Groaning, I pressed my palm to his torso trying to push him off, but he wouldn’t budge. “I’m the only one that makes you drip”, he says his voice dropping to an impossibly deep baritone that instantly proved his words true. It was a voice I had always been utterly powerless against.

I hated his cockiness, hated that there was even an ounce of truth to his words, hated that he had me right where he wanted me.

“Stop it Daryl, I’m not playing.”

 “Neither am I,” he said against your ear making you shiver. “I haven’t seen her in weeks. As I said, it’s nothing.”

With that, he tipped my chin up, so I looked into his eyes and just like that, it was over. “I want you”.

I searched his eyes for lies though I knew the lies were to be found on his lips instead. I searched frantically and desperately but there were no lies in his eyes.

“You La. Just you.”

His lips crashed into mine, pulling me into a soul sucking kiss. Soul sucker. That was exactly what he is. Soul sucker. I knew he was full of shit; I knew it yet still I allowed him to kiss me, allowed him the time to worm him hands along my body until I felt his fingers creep up my skirt where I am bare and wet. Wet from wanting him, needing him. Damn it! I hated this; I hated him. A moan filled the room, and I am annoyed to realize it was mine.

Traitor. My body was a traitor, always had been. Daryl lifted me and instinctively my other leg wrapped around his waist. When his mouth moved to my neck the hard press of his girth between my thighs sends my head flying back giving him complete access to the spot he loved to exploit and that was when I knew it.

Fuck! It’s over.

Once he has my back slammed against the wall, he follows suit but grinding his hips against me so I can feel the thing I crave.  Without warning, he then slams into me with all the strength and force his powerful body holds. The action pulls a scream from your lips. It’s a scream that is raspy and high pitched all at once, a scream that never stood a chance of ending because before it could, he snapped his lips forward again reminding me that every word he spoke before was true.

“Aaah!”

The force of Daryl’s hips slams into me over and over, harder, and harder until I am seeing stars and unable to catch my breath. All I can do is hold onto him for dear life and pray to whoever was watching this show that you wouldn’t be forever scared by this man.

“You’re mine La!”

Slam.

“Mine!”

Slam.

“--Have been since you were nineteen and will always be mine,” he added, his lips brushing your ear, so you didn’t miss one word.

Slowing down, Daryl circled his hips again nudging your g-spot until you were sure you were going to pass out. In seconds you were clenching around him giving him the satisfaction of knowing you were powerless to him.

“This sweet spot is mine, Leianna, cause I do it the best. Me!”

The possessiveness in his voice could not be missed. He always did get off on claiming ownership. He loved it when I told him I belonged to him, loved when I bore his markings on my skin for others to see, and loved I went out smelling like him. This was nothing different. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he overwhelmed me with the barrage of thrusts that served as nothing more than way to mark you, brand you as his.

Another orgasm claimed me sweeping me up into the frenzy of need that tied us together.

Bringing his hand to your throat he held you there against the wall making you moan louder and clench harder around him. “Say my name La, say it!”

He knew I liked it when he got rough. Fuck him, I thought as another moan fell from my lips. I hated him but I was loving every second of the pleasure he brought me through this show of assertion he was putting on, loved the feel of him pounding into me, trying to mark me. Fuck him and damn me, I loved it all.

“Say it,” Daryl badgered adding a slight amount of pressure. Not enough to hurt me but it was enough to make me wetter.

“Daryl,” I gasp out of breath as he keeps pounding into me against his wall.

“Whose is it? Who does it belong to?”

The air around us has become so thick that catching a breath is nearly impossible and the lack of oxygen has my head spinning.

“Whose!”

His shout brings me back to the moment. our eyes linger and I watch as his mouth falls open clearly enraptured with the pleasure he was finding in me.  

“Yours. Shit Daryl, it’s yours, always has been, yes, yes, yes!”

I feel the tint of shame wash over me. Shame for saying the words, shame for allowing him to put me in this situation, shame for never wanting him to stop fucking me, shame for wanting to stay in this bubble for as long as possible because it would mean he would stay here with me in this moment away from his lies and away from his asshole moves.

Digging my nails into his shoulder I aim to hurt him and with his shout I am pleased to know that I have. With one final thrust that sends my head banging into the wall, Daryl fills me, marking me as we both find our release. For long moments we clutch one another panting as we slowly come down from the euphoria of our bodies connecting, the euphoria I had only ever found in him.

When I am coherent enough I realize that Daryl had moved us back to the bed. I feel his lips press to my jaw, then my neck before he pulls away from my body and walks away toward the bathroom. I take another steadying breath then see him grab his phone from the nightstand before disappearing into the bathroom. Again the knot in my stomach spasms and I feel sick to my stomach as utter disgust and self-loathing washes over me. I was stupid, so stupid. I knew it, and he must have known it too because he knew he had me, he knew it.

The stinging of my tears pushed me into action. Standing on wobbly legs I took a moment to steady myself then fixed the clothes I was wearing. I approached the chair again to finish dressing then dug a note card from my purse and wrote across it with the red lipstick he liked so much. Gathering my things I walked to the bed ignoring the crumpled sheets and placed the notecard on his pillow. Looking around I took a moment to make sure I had everything then walked through the bedroom door towards the door.

I didn’t look back. What was the purpose of doing so? I walked with my head high and spine straight with a head filled with vows to never return but your heart whispered into the abyss of your pain that you’d be back.

[digestive-system69]

whhhat if he p u r r s

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YES YES YES YES

[middle-earth-mythopoeia]

Top 5 favorite Frodo Baggins moments?

Oooh, thanks for the ask! This is such a good question, and it's so hard to answer! These are just the top 5 I can think of right now, because let's be real, every moment in the entire Lord of the Rings is my favorite Frodo moment!

5. When he's planning to leave the Shire and all his friends totally see through it, because he's been muttering about it to himself in a very obvious way for ages, and then he's actually SURPRISED that they know about everything AND they insist on coming with him! Also the entire Crickhollow part is just perfect. And the journey there.

4. When Gildor DOESN'T give him advice, and Frodo says, "Go not to the Elves for counsel for they will answer both no and yes." His sense of humor is so underrated! Also I love how in that part the Elves are so impressed by his ability to speak Elvish. As someone who is also fascinated by Elvish, I love that Frodo is canonically a nerd.

3. When he and Sam hold hands and sleep next to each other during the journey through Cirith Ungol. I don't know, I could pick literally any scene with Frodo and Sam, but those moments stand out to me because of what a horrifying place it is and how they take comfort in each other's presence.

2. When he has pity for Sméagol and spares his life. This is obviously a crucial element of the story for reasons I don't even need to explain... But on the same note, I think it's really important that he prevents hobbits from killing each other during the Scouring of the Shire, and it really exemplifies why he's such a good person. 1. And finally, when he volunteers to take the Ring. Is anyone surprised this is number one? I mean, it's THE bravest and most selfless thing you could pretty much ever do. I just love Frodo so much. I have to quote the scene here because it is SO GOOD:

‘I will take the Ring,’ he said, ‘though I do not know the way.’ Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. ‘If I understand aright all that I have heard,’ he said, ‘I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great. Who of all the Wise could have foreseen it? Or, if they are wise, why should they expect to know it, until the hour has struck? But it is a heavy burden. So heavy that none could lay it on another. I do not lay it on you. But if you take it freely, I will say that your choice is right; and though all the mighty elf-friends of old, Hador, and Húrin, and Túrin, and Beren himself were assembled together, your seat should be among them.’

YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS! I have nothing helpful to add just YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! His seat WOULD be among them!

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