#dwight stone

[mitjalovse]

There is an elephant in the room within our discussions on the state of the popular rock during the noughts lurking quite a lot. Yes, I forgot to mention nu metal. I believe the style became a shorthand to simplify the problems of rock in the period. While I would agree the brand had a lot of difficulties, some of the musicians there were quite promising. I mean, Evanescence remain one of those groups no one's really sure what to think of, yet then one samples some of their tunes and one gets surprised. A reason for the latter might be Amy Lee, she stays mentioned as one of the better vocalists of rock, but I still feel the group's underappreciated as the band has a weird place right now, i.e. you root for them, though you go to their concerts for their older material.

[piers-nivans]

Deleted dialogue from Jake, Meg, Dwight, and Claudette speaking to Linda, Sam, Chris, Madison who arrive at the campfire.

[homogrimoire]

THERES TECHNICALLY DWIGHT LORE IN FRANK STONE, 10/10 GAME

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New characters were added to the ask list this week:

Rip Wheeler (Yellowstone)

Travis Wheatley (Yellowstone)

Ryan (Yellowstone)

Walker (Yellowstone)

New Fics:

Chicago Med:

Olive Branch - Dean tries to reach out after a disagreement.

Chicago PD:

You Were Beautiful  (Antonio Dawsno x Reader)

Haven:

"Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see" (Dwight Hendrickson x Reader)

Marvel:

Rough (NSFW) - Sometimes you need it a little rough from Frank.

The Musketeers:

Best Kept Secret - Aramis's best kept secret.

Your Love Is All I Know - Porthos has never known a love like yours.

I Couldn't Hate Her if I Tried - Aramis can't bring himself to hate you.

NCIS:

Red Rag - Sawyer finds away to piss off Nick.

SEAL Team:

Jujube - Sonny thinks of you when he's trapped in the torpedo tube.

Hammer: You realise you can't give Brock what he wants.

SOA:

Crime Wave - David informs you that you've accidently started a crime wave with your graffiti.

Distraction (NSFW) - David distracts you from your routine.

Art School - David brings flowers to your art show.

Feminism (feat: Jax Teller) - Jax reflects on the reason he cut you loose and your new relationship with Hale.

Girl With The Crooked Smile - You have reservations when you and David step into the light for the first time.

Show Me - Things get a little heated when David picks you up.

Orbit - David will do anything to keep you out of Jax Teller's orbit.

Top Gun Maverick:

TheGeneral!Series Part Three: Choices - Beau and you discuss your choices moving forward.

Will Trent:

Trying!Series Part Four: Two Months - Will comes home to a surprise after two months undercover.

Yellowstone:

Summer (NSFW) - Ryan enjoys a moment with you in the summer sun.

Thrill of the Chase (NSFW) - Rip has always loved the thrill of the chase.

Clover - Rip comforts you.

Bronco - Travis falls in love when he sees you riding Bronco.

The Closest Thing To I Love You (NSFW) - Travis and you send the night together.

I'm Not Jealous, I Just Want Him Dead - (Travis Wheatley x Reader)

[jellyjonuts]

in my dbd lore phase rn, heres some recent doodles

next actual drawing from me is gonna be an art trade with my friend cesare (electric_eulogy)

[ask-dwightfairfield]

Hey yall little life update, Mun here. Would anyone be interested if I posted some gameplay of The Casting Of Frank stone later this week? Wanted to get it next payday bc I heard Dwight is in it lmao. I'll be trying to get back to the asks. Just jugglng my new semester and work at the same time. Boss gettin on my ass/ making me work daily full time (when I switched to part time for my courses) Been hella tired, but wanting to write and draw as well. Missed you all!! I'll try get some drawings soon that I've made either during my breaks or when I get the time. Got a few I'll post tomorrow or later in the week as well

[incorrectdisa]

Dwight, to Gretta, Chlodwig, Baldric & pretty much everyone: I'm going to bed before any of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed or worse expelled!

[adversityfought-a]

// *PARTNER TAG DUMP.  2 / ?  🪴🪴🪴

❝  We'd play with shields made of stone . Share our dreams  &  sit our thrones.  ❞  .  ( OATH OF PROMISES )

❝  We fight every night for something. When the sun sets  -  we're both the same.  ❞  .  ( DESTALLO )

❝  Evened the scores then I let it all go fall apart.  ❞  .  ( PRCGENY )

❝  One more word  &  you won't survive. I see right through you any hour.  ❞  .  ( HXNK )

❝  Strong enough to stand  -  protecting both your heart  &  mine.  ❞  .  ( FLOVRAELIES )

❝  Old friend  -  don't you see me. With my soul on my sleeve  &  my heart left to beat.  ❞  .  ( DARCKCARNIVAL )

❝  Turning the nightlights on in the daytime to scare. If this is the moment now to ask do we dare?  ❞  .  ( MUSE MENAGERIE )

❝  Now we have right to be the masters of the tangles of disaster.  ❞  .  ( PIZZA KING DWIGHT )

[19thcenturyfuck]

wayne "the sediment" jameson

[shatteredsnail]

why are all my favorite characters in the second arc i’m going to go insane

[diejager]

Tied down

Cw: BDSM, smut, NSFW, rough sex, public sex? It's technically outside with screaming ppl, teasing, pet name (bunny, bun), unsafe sex, creampie.

Wc: 1.2k

Collection masterlist

You thought the ribbons that flowed behind him were simply esthetic, something that added to his character, dark and ghost-like with the constant flow even when there wasn't any wind to pick them up. His whole attire was uncanny, something about how clean he always was before and after his kills, neat and relaxed he came back, shoulders low and singing a tune under his mask. The ribbons, however, always stayed bloodied, caked with brown and black stains, ripped from getting stuck to branches and bark. Although dirtied, it added to his phantom, a dark being that stalked and blinded his time until it was the right moment.

It made you jump at the sight of him, even the small glimpses of his mask or the ribbons tied tightly to him. He was patient, always was since you first saw him through the walls of the Ormond house, and he knew what he was doing, adept and nimble; knowledgable and cunning; silent and skillful.

Yet, somehow, the thought of him using the ribbons never crossed your mind, flowing behind him on windless nights, stalking towards his prey. You were his last one, having downed Mikaela, Dwight, and Bill, all hooked and groaning in agony until their time ended. He caught you by the arm, a tight grip promising bruises the next day, and dragged you to the secluded side of the map. He pushed and kept you against the stone, stomach flushed against the rough surface with your ass grinding against his hip.

You stayed still, listening to the ruffles of clothing and a hiss-like sound from leather rubbing leather. He was taking something off from what you could hear, leisurely taking off his attire. After a few seconds, hands - his gloves were off, he threw them on the floor - ripped your arms from the stone and forcibly bending them back uncomfortably.

You groaned out his name, squirming under his unyielding grasp, shoulders pushing back to lessen the strain on your arms. With one arm steadying you, his other tied a leathery string around your forearms, cold, ripped, and scabbed: his ribbons. Your eyes widened, at the rough texture that covered the cool cloth.

"Wa-wait- Danny-!" you cried out.

The image of being tied up and left to the mercy of Ghostface felt dangerous, yet jarringly exciting. Your face felt hot, your body warm and bothered, his rough handling from the start had you rubbing your thighs, trying to ease the tingling in your groin.

"Either this or rope, bunny," his distorted voice whispered in your ear, singing a promise that would leave you more vulnerable to him.

You stilled, moaning lewdly when he ground his dented coat against your ass. He chuckled, deep and throaty at your cries, pulling back to hook a finger over your pants and push them down, admiring the wet patch on your panties with a tilted head and teasing voice.

"So wet already, and I haven't done anything yet."

Rutting into you, he watched you cover his dent - after having parted coat - slick, wetness leaking from your covered slit and soaking his stiff clothes. You looked ravishing from his view, bound and pressed down for him to use, at his complete beck and call if he wanted, but he preferred to push you enough to make you crack and comply. Your whines and whimpers, moans, and groans were all his to listen to. It made him so fuckin hard, to a point that it almost hurt to be confined inside his slacks.

He hastily unzipped, pulling the string of his boxer lower enough for his cock his spring out, slapping the coolness of his loose belts and coat. The freezing air of the forest made his cock twitch, tip angrily red and dripping precum, he was so excited that he could come at the mere sight of your squirming and whiny figure if it wouldn't make him embarrassed.

He pumped his shaft, spreading the pre over his whole length, and squeezed the base, he rolled his head back with a groan before guiding it to your covered slit. He slid over the silk, nudging at your folds and sliding to your ass. When you huffed and arched your ass towards him, he gripped your hips to still your movement, wanting to be in control - as he always did.

"You're a needy bunny, aren't you?" Danny rasped, staring down at your ass. "All right, all right, I'll fuck you deep and good. You want that, huh?"

He pulled the strap of your panties and let it snap back, your yelp sounded as good as the wet slap. He repeated it a few times, chuckling when you cried for mercy, for him to "please fuck me, Danny! Please!". He ripped it with a sharp tug, watching your silk lingerie hang from your hip as he inched closer, hot tip kissing the muscle of your opening. He thrust in with a quick jerk, groaning at the warmth and wet embrace of your cunt, head hinging back as he pulled back and slammed in roughly.

You yowled with each thrust, voice so high and breathy that he thought you'd faint; not that he'd be bothered with fucking your unconscious body. Your body bounced forward with Ghostface's strength, moans flowing through your mouth as you cried in relief.

He fucked like he killed, with passion and conviction, strongly and skillfully, he knew what to press, where to hit, and how to make you lose your mind. With a slight shift, he started pounding the sweet, spongy spot that made your mind numb. Where your hands struggled to free themselves from the leather and where your legs trashed, you froze, body rigid as you spasmed. His teasing made you so sensitive, so dumb just from the slight tilt of his curved cock to pound your g-spot, you came so quickly it was almost laughable to Ghostface if you weren't so adorable.

You hadn't even realized how soaked you made him, pants and boxer dripping with your slick and even wetter after you squirted over him. The squelch was so loud that he almost missed Mikaela's pained screech, absorbed by you.

"Shit- you're squeezing me, bun," he panted, pace becoming erratic as chased his climax.

His thrust became shallow but as deep and directed as it was from the start, shaft twitching and balls tightening. He came with bursts of cum, ropes covering your walls and flooding your womb as he groaned loudly, head bowed to your side to listen to your wailing mewls from being filled with warmth. He gave small, shallow thrusts, slow and careful with his softening dick to ease the soreness when you hissed.

He pulled away slowly, watching his cum ooze from your red, swollen folds, satisfaction brewed in his chest, seeing you fucked dumb and dripping with him. Using your fingers, he scooped up his cum and pushed it back inside, fingers knuckle deep. With a satisfied hum, he fixed his coat and belts over his pants and pulled your up so you'd look less ruffled and fucked.

"C'mon, bun, stay with me," he cooed, untying your hair and lifting you in his arms, shifting you into a more comfortable position. "The trial's over, we'll try something else next time."

Tired, you nodded groggily, brain tuning out everything but Ghostface's breathing that calmed you down.

[lostgirl677]

Negan's wife

One-shot

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

Masterlist

TW: language, sexual comments, near assault, violence, blood

A/N: this is the first time I write for Daryl Dixon and I'm a bit nervous. I hope I did okay

Since that fateful night, I’ve been locked up here, sitting alone on the bed, the only furniture of this weird room. I didn't even know how much time had passed. And no matter how many times I tried to force that damn door open, it wouldn’t move. I just let out an exasperated sigh as I sat on the floor. I didn’t know what Negan had in mind when he took both Daryl and I with him, but it sure meant trouble. But the worst part was that I didn't know where Daryl was and if he was okay. I haven't seen him since they unloaded us from that truck. So here I was, alone and scared. Not scared for myself but for Daryl, for our people. I still had the images of the bloodied corpses of our friends, laying there. But instead of letting myself go insane, I tried to focus on what I could do to get Daryl back and to run away from this place. And I would have to be creative since they took all my weapons.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly perceived the noise of footsteps coming near my cell. My heartbeat quickens, ready for a fight if needed. I promptly jumped on the bed to get as far as I could from whoever entered the room. I heard a key unlocking the door and as the handle turned, I could feel my heart beating in my throat. When the door opened, The first people I saw were some of his goons. After each four of them entered and placed themselves on each side of the door, Negan entered. How I wish I could erase the smirk on his face with my crowbar. He snapped his gloved fingers and one of his goons, Dwight,came next to me and put a black dress next to me. I threw a look at the dress and then at Negan. His smile grew bigger. 

Anger filled my veins when I noticed that Dwight wore Daryl’s clothes. I jumped on my feet and asked “What do you want? Where’s Daryl? Why does this fucker wear his clothes?” “Damn! This guy may never shower but he sure as hell has a fine taste in women.”Negan said, practically undressing me with his eyes as I stood up. He smiled at me and said “Calm down sweetheart. No need to get your panties in a twist. We are civilized people, we can talk calmly.” I scoffed at ‘civilized’, which made him smile even more. He then said “To answer your first question, I’m here to make you one of my wives, hence the black dress.” I grabbed the dress and threw it at him “You can shove it in your ass!” I screamed as he caught the dress mid-air. “Language, sweetheart. Damn! I like you.” I just gave the middle finger with a forced smile. He smiled and then continued “To answer your second question, Daryl is taken care of and..” “If you lay as much of a hand on him, I'll kill you all.”, I said, getting dangerously close to him. “Eh! Don't worry sweetie, I never do the dirty job. But you might like to talk to Dwighty-boy here. He's the one in charge of your lover’s captivity.” I turned my head to my left to throw the blond guy the dirtiest look I could. Dwight seemed to gulp as I kept looking at him.

It seemed to amuse Negan as he looked at the both of us. “Oh, I see you already met. Good, then you’re already familiar with some people here.To answer your last question, D. got promoted. He was allowed to take your dirty biker’s stuff.” My blood was boiling at this point. I was already preparing my fist to punch Negan square in the face when he suddenly closed the distance between us and whispered in ear “You don’t want Daryl to become chow for the dead, right? Believe me, you want to be a good wife.” He was too close for my comfort. But I stayed stone faced, not dismissing the threat underlying his sweet talk. He then looked at me and added “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll look sexy as hell in the black dress.” He approached his hand to caress my hair but I smacked it as I kept looking at him straight in the eyes.”Don’t touch me!” I hissed through my gritted teeth. He laughed loudly, earning the laughs of the guys behind him “And she's feisty too. I made the right choice choosing you, sweetheart.” We kept eye contact until he broke it to call his goons. “See you tomorrow, darling.” He said one last time, winking at me as he closed the door and locked it.

Instead of sleeping, I spent the night trying to find a way to negotiate with him. Or even a plan to find Daryl and escape with him. But the only way was to bluff or just blatantly lie to get what I want. And after hours of racking my brain for a solution, I decided something.I just hoped it worked the way I wanted to. All I could do was to hope that Daryl was still alive.

In the morning, I heard someone unlocking my door. I readied myself to attack just in case, my breathing getting louder as my heartbeat was going crazy. Then Dwight appeared, with a huge grin on his half-burned face and a tray of food in  hands. “Hello, Y/N. You slept well?” I threw him a look and replied “Go to Hell.” He chuckled and said “Guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I didn’t reply, just threw him a dirty look. Then I noticed. All I could see was fresh blood on Daryl’s clothes. Seeing red suddenly, I jumped on him, grabbing Daryl’s shirt and screamed “What did you do to him?! What did you do?!” He had let go of the tray in a noise of broken dishes and seemed panicked. He tried to get free from my grip but I was too angry to let go that easily. “Answer me! What did you do to Daryl?!” 

“Y/N, calm down!” It made me even more angry, so angry that I kicked him in the balls. He fell to the floor with a less than virile scream. As he clutched his privates with one hand, he used the other to reach a pocket in Daryl’s shirt and got a small box out of it that he threw at my feet. He then said through laboured breathes ”The fucker apparently wanted to pop the question. Too bad he’ll never get to.” I grabbed the box and kicked him harder in the ribcage. And I kept hitting him, adding blood on Daryl’s clothes. I would have killed him if some other guys hadn’t heard his screams. I was blinded by a devastating anger, I couldn’t stop myself. Until one of these guys grabbed me by the shoulders to get me away from Dwight. The goons threw me violently on the bed and helped Dwight up. With that, they locked the door again.

As the anger slowly passed, I suddenly realized how reckless I’ve been. I was sure that Dwight would torture Daryl even more. I curled on the bed, clutching the tiny box in my hand. Daryl wanted to propose to me. He really loved me this much. This statement was a shock to me. In another world, we would have a real wedding with all our friends alive and well. This brought tears in my eyes that I quickly wiped as I heard the door opening again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, again. But it sounded like trouble. Just like the last time, Negan appeared with his goons, including a bloodied Dwight. It was the moment to take action.

“Well, well, well. Hello Y/N. Heard you had one hell of a morning.” he said in his insufferable sing-along tone. Instead of replying, I got closer to him, stood straight and looked him in the eyes when I said “If i become one of your wives, you let Daryl go” His smile didn’t falter but grew bigger. “Very straightforward I see. I like that. But, well sweetheart, it’s not a question to ask.” I stayed with an emotionless face when I declared with determination “I wasn't asking. I'm telling you  how it's gonna be.” Much to my irritation, Negan laughed loudly.”Aren’t you a confident one, darling?” He said as he booped my nose. I immediately slapped his hand out of my face.He wasn’t even upset by my gesture and said “Bold of you sweetheart. I don’t know how it works with Rick. But I’m afraid that it's not how it works here.”

Instead of getting angry, I tried to hold my wrath inside and said “If you don't want me to raise hell, you better accept”. He giggled and leaned his hands to his knees to look at me. “.What are you gonna do, huh? You are alone here sweetie. And loverboy won’t help you.” he cooed as if he was talking to a pretty stupid little girl. How much I wanted to punch him. But I had to remain calm, somehow. Dwight suddenly said “Uh, Negan? She’s really violent”. He was instinctively protecting his junk just in case. It made me smirk “See ? Listen to Freddy Krueger over here. He knows what I'm talking about” I said, pointing at him. Negan threw Dwight a condescending glance before turning his attention back at me, smiling brightly.``Well, you really have fire inside. I’m definitely keeping you”. He said with a laugh.”Well, it was good to have a laugh. Now, put your dress on and get ready. Someone will come to get you in ten minutes.” He said as he got out of the room rapidly.

As I zipped the dress, I tried to ponder whether I should put Daryl’s ring on my finger or not. I didn’t want Negan to take it from me. But I decided to keep it hidden on my necklace.He already took the man I love away from me. I had to act carefully, now. I didn’t know what they were doing to Daryl, but it sure fueled my nightmares. We’ve been through everything since Atlanta and it took one asshole with a barbeled bat to separate us. When I’d get the opportunity, I’d definitely gut Negan. I swore it to myself and to Daryl. I heard the door getting unlocked again and a giant guy came to get me.

The walk to my mysterious destination was quite chilling. The corridors had a cold atmosphere to them. It wasn’t welcoming. Hell, even the prison seemed more cozy than this. As we walked in the maze-like building, something suddenly caught my attention out of the corner of my eyes. Brown long hair and blue eyes. I swiftly snapped my head to see Dwight pushing  someone violently in a small room. It was Daryl, I knew it. Thus, I tried to sneak away from the giant guy to run in the direction of the room but he caught me by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said as he dragged me away. I could hear an irritating song blasting from here. That’s where they were keeping him. I then swore to myself to note the path we took to find his cell next time.

When giant guy pushed the door in front of us, I caught a glimpse of the room. There were sofas everywhere as well as bottles of alcohol. And there were at least ten very attractive women dressed in the same kind of dress as me. He left me here and got back to whatever was his job. I quickly felt uneasy when all the women snapped their heads to look at me. I felt really awkward to be the center of attention so I tried to find a quiet place in the room. They didn’t even try to come to talk to me, which was fine by me. All I had in mind was the glimpse of Daryl I had in the corridor. His back was almost arched. I never saw him like that, even at his worst. They were breaking him, destroying him completely. I couldn’t stand it. Tears were brought to my eyes again as the images kept replaying in my mind. I just closed them to keep me from crying. “Hey! You okay?” asked a woman’s voice next to me. 

Surprised, I opened my eyes and wiped them with the back of my hand. And I looked at the mysterious woman. She was a brunette with brown eyes. “Uh, yeah, yeah. It’s okay. I’m okay.” She looked at me emphatically and said “I’m Sherry. Aren’t you Daryl’s girlfriend?” I almost gasped. “What? You know him?” She looked at me a bit embarrassed. “Well, let’s say we met in the woods.” “You’re the one who stole his crossbow and his bike!” I exclaimed, suddenly understanding. She seemed even more embarrassed. “Well, you mugged my husband earlier today. Let’s say we’re even.” I almost choked. “You’re married to that scumbag?! The very one torturing Daryl, right now?!” I said angrily even though it wasn’t her fault. “Yeah, I was. Now I’m Negan’s wife. Just like you.” I felt like I could trust her, somehow. But I couldn’t risk anything here.I was sure there were snitches waiting for some intel to give to Negan. So I just nodded my head and kept to myself.

I spent some time in silence, lost in my mind when I noticed that the sofa I was on dipped under someone's weight. “Hey! New girl.” I tried to focus again on the real world to see a beautiful woman next to me. “Yeah?” She smiled at me and said “Tonight’s your special night. You should get ready.” “What do you mean?” Confusion was probably written all over my face because she added “ Negan’s gonna mark you as officially his. We’re here to prepare you, he’s quite rough the first time. He gotta show you who’s in charge I guess” I felt the blood draining from my face. “You mean, he’s gonna…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “ Yeah. But don’t worry. It’ll hurt for a few days then you’ll get used to it. Just be prepared psychologically.” I wanted to run away, as far as I could. But I had to pull through. For Daryl. He must never know about it.

The fateful moment was here. I was escorted to Negan’s room and was waiting for him to come. It was the moment to find a weapon quickly. I ran to his drawers and tried to rummage through his stuff. After fruitless effort, I finally pricked my finger to some kind of tiny knife.Relief washed over me as my fingers curled around it. It was tiny enough to hide it. But I didn’t have much time to think about it when I heard the doors. “Eager I see.” He said in a smug tone as he saw me next to his bed. I turned to face him. His smile was the most horrendous thing I saw in my life. This predatory look in his eyes, full of lust, disgusted me. He swiftly approached me and began to unzip my dress. I couldn’t help but try to get out of his reach. He paused and asked, surprised “What ? Don’t tell me Tough guy never touched you?” I turned my head to not see him. “ It's a sin, really.” And as he kept unzipping my dress he added “Well his loss.” And he let his hands wander on my body. I had to hold down my urge to throw up. Daryl would never do something like this without my consent. He would never treat me like this. But I had to play the game to get where I wanted. 

Negan made me face him. I was just waiting for him to get closer. My heartbeat quickened, it would be my moment soon. He was so focused on my breast that he didn’t see anything else. I wanted to punch him so hard but what was waiting for him was better. Swiftly, before he could react I got the knife out of the pocket of my dress to press it on his neck, next to the carotid. His eyes widened and he took his hands off me. But instead of panic, he seemed amused. What the hell was wrong with him? A trickle of blood was running down his neck.'' Why do you have to kill the vibe, uh missy? I thought we were getting cozy, here.” he said casually, as if I wasn’t threatening him at all.” As I was stucking the knife deeper in his skin, he swifty grabbed my hand to get the knife and added “Unless it’s some kind of kink?” He slowly  licked  the knife. HIs eyes were full of lust. Out of anger, I spat in his face. He wiped his face with an even bigger smile but there wasn’t any joy in it. “Well, you can’t tell I didn’t warn you last night.” 

The next thing I knew, he was dragging me half undressed and my hair in a mess through the cold corridors. He then stopped. “You only want the dirty redneck? Well, knock yourself out! I’ll come back later and I'll be less charming, believe me.” I locked eyes with him one last time and spat in his face again. WIthout any other word, he threw me in a cell. The first thing I noticed was the terrible smell. But the worst was him. Daryl was here. My heart broke when I saw him all curled up in a ball on the floor. “Daryl.” I called softly. But he didn’t react nor acknowledged my presence. “Daryl. Hey! It’s me, Y/N”. Carefully, I got closer to him and caressed his hair.I felt him stiffen at my contact.That’s when the tears finally escaped from my eyes.”What did they do to you?” I asked as I kept crying. Then I heard his broken voice ask quietly“Y/N? Ya real?”. I saw him slowly getting in a sitting position. “Yeah, it’s me.” Relief seemed to wash over him until he noticed my poor state. He tried to wipe my tears away. His rough hand never felt so soft on my skin. “What happened? What did he do to you?!” he asked anxiously, probably expecting the worst. “He didn’t…? Please tell me he didn’t. They kept tellin’ me horrendous things he did to ya. I’m gonna kill him.” I put my hand soothingly on his when I assured him. “No, he didn’t. Didn’t have the time.” Daryl sighed in relief.

He then approached his hand to my shoulder to get the fabric of the dress to hide my bra.Clumsily, his hand got untangled in my necklace and found the ring. His head dropped and he said “Was supposed to pop the question. But I don’t think..” “Yes, Daryl. I want to marry you.” I slowly got closer to him and kissed him as I was supposed to after all this time. “I don’t know how or when. But I’ll get us out of here. I promise."

A/N : feedback is welcome. I think I need advices to write Daryl correctly 😅

[grimesgirll]

“do you have any weed?”

“why? you wanna get stoned, baby?”

you shake your head eagerly. the sanctuary is not for the faint of heart. negan may have let you hang around his wives’ quarters while he toyed with the idea of adding you to his collection or sending you home to alexandria at a price, but that didn’t mean you were shielded from the absolute shit show that this place turned out to be. a joint is the least he can offer.

“you’re a little pothead, huh?”

you snort. “as opposed to being a big drinker?”

negan shrugs. “pick your poison i suppose.”

“do you smoke?”

“not since before this shitstorm all went down.” negan admits, resting a large hand on your thigh as you sit, legs long on top of him on the leather sofa.

“well, maybe you should have your goons bring up a half and some backwoods, and we can relax a little,” you burrow into him in an attempt to appeal to his physical motives.

he doesn’t pretend to be unaffected by you digging your ass into him and leaning back for a kiss. he halts you with a finger to your lips. “you really are a little pothead, aren’t you?”

“i hope it’s not obvious,” you retort, relaxing into him.

the leader takes the opportunity to slip his thumb into your mouth, pushing past your pillowy bottom lip. “i might be able to work something out. if you can ask nicely.”

a week ago, you would’ve spit in his face but now you’re more than ready to beg for a joint. tongue lolling around the pad of his thumb, he retracts the digit to let you open your mouth and put on your best sultry voice and ask negan, “negan, can you please have your men bring us some weed. i think it would really calm my nerves.” you quiver your lip for extra effect. “i’d do anything.”

negan is whistling before you can get another word out of your mouth, “baby, anything you want. whatever you want to get you settled in.” he promises against your ear.

suddenly, he’s cupping your face, giving you one of his signature overpowering - overwhelming kisses, leaning into your open mouth and then he’s up again and on his way out the door.

with a creak of a hinge you hear, “hey, dwight! ready for today’s mission?”

your cough has negan snickering at you. “what?” you sputter, smoke creeping from your mouth.

negan sat you down in the conversation pit of the common area after all his wives retired to their bedrooms. you didn’t get your own bedroom - yet, negan had threatened. a rolling tray with two pre-packed blunts and a shiny silver lighter sitting pretty, just waiting for the two of you to get straight into it.

“i thought you were a hardened stoner, sweetie, a little joint has you coughing already?” the man teases

rolling your eyes, you take another hit, not bothering to angle your exhale out of negan’s face.

a man of his word, negan had slapped dwight’s ass and sent him on a sanctuary wide search for something for you two to light up with. the sanctuary, being the cesspool it is, is rife with reefer and even some vanilla flavored tobacco rolls. you can’t fault negan for coming through, and you’re thankful he did as you indulge in another soft puff.

wanting to try something, you offer the blunt to negan.

he waves a hand at you. “not my thing, honey.”

you tilt your head with curiosity. “are you sure? i think you could benefit from a hit or two.” the raised joint remains in the air. “only if you want to, though.”

“fuck it. why not?”

and that’s how you lose over thirty minutes of your life caught up in studying negan’s face and fumbling through hazy conversation - at least on your part. a hand digs into the squishy blue leather of the seating beneath you. the unhinged part of you is placidly observing every inhale and exhale that the man offers for your viewing.

“wanna watch a movie?”

he’s breaking the new silence that’s developed since you melted into the couch, however. you also know what that’s code for but you’re nodding and following him out of the conversation pit and to the bedroom towards the entertainment center anyways.

the sanctuary is technically your prison but with every passing day, you grow more and more complacent. negan moving you in with him was supposed to be a temporary punishment - the price to pay for returning daryl to alexandria, the result of what happens when you fuck around and find out with negan. why would you risk even more punishment by running when he’s letting you order room service marijuana to his quarters. that’s some shit you weren’t doing everyday back in alexandria. the day will probably come soon enough that you’ll have to patch together a plan to ditch this place, but for now you’ll just build trust and your strength for when you eventually make your escape.

your high has you cozy on the couch and before you know it, you’re more than comfortable in negan’s lap.

“i think i like you baked, baby,” the man whispers between kisses into the skin besides your bra strap. the crisp white oversized button up you’d been wearing is conveniently strewn on the floor and out of negan’s way.

“let me make sure you don’t have cotton mouth down there.” negan’s fingers fall below your waistband. “mhmm, course’ not.” he doesn’t need to dip a finger into your messy entrance to see how soaked you are with how saturated the upper crotch of your panties are.

grinding yourself all over his lap, your self control is slipping faster than he’s undoing his belt.

“baby, i think you’re wetter than usual,” he remarks with a finger between your silken folds and the other hand finishing off his belt. you smirk until your face begins to blush with how his firm finger works you open, tag teaming with his thumb to torture you from the inside out.

the crimson creeping onto your face at the thought of him being between your legs routinely enough to notice a difference burns you. you don’t want to let it slip that smoking renders you wildly horny, so you just allow yourself to tilt your head back and let him do all the work.

your stresses are fading with each press of pleasure negan is inflicting on your clit anyways. it’s effortless to let the sheen sweat and the glowy, lightweight combination of marijuana and euphoria engulf you.

how sensitive you are scares you for a moment but the overwhelming pleasure is more than enough to have you jolting your hips and canting backwards into negan. fucking yourself on his fingers.

“fuck, next time i’m gonna have to make you look in my eyes for that next time.”

that earns him an eye roll. “you like seeing me all ditzed out?”

“i don’t want you any way else,” the salt and pepper haired bastard declares.

he wants you just like this: sprawled on top of him on the bedroom futon with a finger or two buried inside of you. the sounds you’re mewling are more than enough to have him rock hard against your ass and disregarding how truly loud you are. that is until he can’t move past your words.

“you already want my cock, darlin’?”

negan is grinning ear to ear from needy request against his ear. he’s more than happy to grant you your wish and flips you over onto the firm, scale-like leather.

“yes, negan,” you reply dreamily, fingers towing his short hair.

“you want it like this baby? you want me to fuck your high ass into the couch?”

is water wet? are you wet right now? is that even a question?

you nod like when he first asked if you wanted to get stoned. “yes, negan, please! you know you stretch me out sooo good.”

“do i?” a playful haze consumes his face.

“yes!” your breath hitches as he moves your hair out of your face to envelope your lips, biting your bottom lip before inviting his tongue inside your mouth. it’s then that you feel his massive cock poking at your slippery wet entrance.

precum coating his head, negan rests his dick against your hair covered mound, tucked against your clit in a manner that has you strategically gyrating your hips to access any sort of friction.

“i’m ready. you’re ready.” negan notes, toying his head up and down your slit. “wow, what they say about drying up and all that is bullshit.”

“c’mon, i thought - thought you were gonna fuck me.” you hum and direct your doe eyes at him.

mustering up the energy to bat your eyelashes at him has his cock lined up with your seeping hole and suddenly negan is nowhere near holding back.

the sanctuary’s leader grinds your gears but he also grinds his girthy cock against your clit so poignantly pestling pleasure just on the way in. the sensation of every detail, ridge, and texture of him cramming your taut walls has you breathing erratically into his shoulder.

“you’ve got this, honey.” he presses a purple kiss to your collarbone. “i know you can take this cock better than you think you can.”

negan is right but god, the stretch is still something you’re getting used to. thick and long, negan has a hard cock to take with an even more impossible personality to stomach. that cock fucks you nice and deep enough to at least temporary take your captivity off of your mind, so you don’t mind it. you actually yearn for it - in your core.

that heat that’d consumed you before returns and fluctuates and flickers with the older man’s vigorous pace. every snap and thrust has you clenching and digging crescent shaped marks into his skin.

little bursts of lightning snap inside of you as negan doesn’t spare you his fingers. resuming their pace on your clit as if you hadn’t just come on his fingers a minute or two earlier. you’re not ready to let go quite yet but you can already feel the pressure mounting as negan angles his hips to brush against every part of your interior anatomy. it’s like he’s fucking sightseeing - one of the locations being your cervix, already

“mhm,” you’re mumbling beneath him.

“god, i don’t think i’m ever gonna get tired of stuffing this pussy.”

“love when you stuff me.” you breathe. that weightless feeling starts in your core and without warning, you flutter around the thick cock inside of you, constricting and tightening as he bumps against that same spot he’d been stimulating on the way in with, now with his fingers meddling in an effort to push you over the edge.

“can’t wait to creampie you. fuck, it’s worth all the plan b.”

you’re too sex distracted to feign concerned. negan could come in you as many times as he wants - as long as he keeps up the mind bending rhythm that has you babbling and on the verge of forgetting your name.

“god, you got me so close already tonight, girl.” the man’s hips are already stuttering, so much that you’re swiveling into him.

“negan, negan,” the name leaves you lips as a cry.

“just like that, say it again,” he commands and fists a handful of your hair, forcing eye contact.

his eyes focused on your lust blown pupils, you offer him some more figure eights so he’s won’t be the only one who contributed to your soreness tomorrow. struggling with raspy, lust addled breaths, you moan, “come in me, negan.”

and that’s all the permission the sanctuary’s fearless leader needs to completely fill you up. your pussy maintains an unrelentless death grip on his cock at the same time. the needy vortex between your thighs sucks negan in.

a corresponding climax is washing over you, complimenting the warm come oozing from your freshly stretched little hole. god, the full body bliss you unlock once your core gives in numbs your bottom half. your face must be numb too because you’re smiling like an idiot.

wow, he really creampied you. the aforementioned promise of plan b placates you enough to shut up and accept your orgasm, happily accepting the kisses he scatters in his post-sex glow along your newly relaxed nipples and up your throat.

“damn, we’re gonna have to get stoned together more often, baby.” negan places another soft kiss on your forehead. “don’t think too hard while i’m gone, sweetie.”

with that, he’s paying your ass a squeeze as he shifts off the bed. you stay belly down despite the rustle of clothing and the door hinging open.

too tired to care what negan‘s up to, you tug down the large fleece blanket on top of the futon and bunch it around you. your brain is too fried to prioritize getting to bed right now. if negan is nice enough, he’ll move you to bed later like he did the other night after you fell asleep in his arms in the conversation pit.

you’re smirking when you hear negan greet dwight, who you can imagine is sitting in the common area, stopping in to do a quick tune up on negan’s in home arsenal.

“hey, dwight! you ready to roll some more magical blunts?”

[bullet-prooflove]

A quick round up of updates on the blog including new characters added to the ASK LIST and a list of fics that went out last week:

New characters were added to the ask list this week.

Marcus Pike

Tim Bradford

Jimmy Palmer

Jack Dayton

Jesse Boone

New Fics:

Chicago Fire:

Bolt - It’s love at first sight when Jeff meets you during a call out.

Chicago Med:

Drove All Night - Mitch hates the idea of you spending your birthday alone. 

Seperation!Series: Part One: Marley 2.0 - Mitch doesn't realise your hiding a secret from him.

Seperation Series: Part Two: Not Your Problem - Mitch feels you pulling away from him.

The Study!Series Part Six: Blow After Blow - Dean doesn't know how much more you can take

Divorce!Series - Part Six: Martial Affairs - There's debate regarding yours and Sam's status.

Study - Jimmy lets you know how proud of you he is.

Make A Wish - Sean is triggered on his birthday when he sees a familiar face in the paper.

Dirty (NSFW) - Sean comes home after a day in the community garden and things get a little heated.

Cobra Kai:

Paris - Your entire world changes when you meet Terry Silver on your birthday.

Remains of the Day - Terry and you try to cope with the aftermath of John Kreese's attack.

Malibu - You and Terry move to a house in Malibu after the attack.

Criminal Minds:

Didn't See It Coming - Luke is there for you in the aftermath of a tragic event.

FBI:

Hairbrush - Finding your hairbrush unlocks a memory for OA.

FBI Most Wanted:

Old School - Companion piece to Self Destruct - Remy doesn't know how to reach you.

Haven:

The First Time (NSFW) - Dwight is different from any other man you've been with.

Law & Order - SVU:

Pillow -  Companion piece to Never Forget (NSFW) &  Did You... - Joe needs your reasurrance.

The Letter - Peter reveals something to you in a letter.

The Mentalist:

An Honest Man - Marcus asks you to make an honest man out of him.

The Leaning Tower - Cho thinks back to that trip the two of you planned.

NCIS:

Until The Light Dies Out - Companion piece to Crime Scene Clean Up - Alden finds you awake in the middle of the night.

Fleetwood Mac - Alden comes home to find you waiting for him.

The Secret - You discover Alden's been keeping a secret from you.

The Fire Still Burns - The fire has never really gone out between you and Jimmy.

The Rookie:

Cake - John's surprised when you remember his birthday.

SEAL Team:

Scars - Eric loves every single part of you.

Silent Witness:

Look After You - Jack takes care of you during a long case.

Top Gun Maverick:

The General - Part Five: Fireworks (NSFW) - Beau helps you with a problem you've been having.

Will Trent:

Troublemaker - A forgotten birthday leads Will to make the realisation he's moving on.

[angelbarelywrites]

hi there!!

i just wanted to request something birthday-themed, since its my birthday today<33 i really really love negan and he brings so much comfort to me, so i think that id love to just daydream abt spending my bday with him lol

could i request just the reader spending time with him or him even giving some sort of surprise gift? no nsfw would be preferable if thats ok! thanks again and have a good day/night <3

Hey hey!!! Happy birthday! (Or maybe late birthday?? I’m not too sure when I got the ask 😖 ) I’ve been sicky so it’s nothing too complicated, I hope that’s okay!!

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How Negan Would Spend Your Birthday With You (G/N Reader)

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> You hadn’t been quite sure of the date before you arrived at the Sanctuary

> And even now you barely paid any attention - it didn’t matter much anyways

> You were Negan’s favorite, you didn’t have to go to work and your days were mostly counted by how long he’d be gone

> But you catch sight of the calendar when you’re sitting in his lap one day, keeping him company as he reads in his office

> (Which, an office is hardly necessary for his work but something he just likes to have to feel important )

> “oh, huh. my birthday is tomorrow.”

> You feel him stop leafing through his book

> “sugar. why didn’t you say something before now?”

> “i didn’t know?”

> he immediately walkies Simon and makes him clear his schedule for tomorrow

> you’re getting the royal treatment, whether you like it or not

> well- that’s a bit extreme

> but he certainly is insistent on you doing whatever you want

> he makes you breakfast in bed, takes you to your favorite spots- hell, he’ll make Dwight sing you happy birthday if it makes you smile

> if you’re extra adventurous, he might just let you leave the compound on a joy ride with him

> but anything you choose, he closes out the night with just you and him on the rooftop where you can watch the stars

> it feels corny, but he likes corny sometimes

> he’ll hold you close and hum into your hair, swaying gently even though there’s no music

> “…I gotcha something.“

> he slips something out of his pocket- a ring.

>not a wedding ring (he probably already calls you his spouse anyways), but a pretty one with light blue stones and a gold band

> “might be from party city. ain’t sure. but looked your size, and - shit- i dunno-“

> you rarely see him flustered, but you can tell he’s just hoping you like it- that you liked the day

> you pull him into a soft kiss and he sighs, holding you tighter

> “happy birthday baby.”

[balladofsallyrose]

gram parsons & emmylou harris

In mid-February 1973 Gram, Emmylou and Phil Kaufman visit the KBPI-FM studios on Morrison Road in Denver. / Tour rehearsals, Feb 1973 by Kim Gottlieb / We'll Sweep Out The Ashes In The Morning by Gram Parsons ft. Emmylou Harris / Gram Parsons & The Fallen Angels Liberty Hall in Houston, Texas (1973) / Gram Parsons: Fallen Angel (2004) / Emmylou Harris Star Billing at Max's / Love Hurts cd + lyrics / Dwight Yoakam / Gram Parsons by Ed Caraeff in 1969 / Joshua Tree / Emmylou Harris from The Guardian (2018) / A Song For You by Gram Parsons / Boulder to Birmingham by Emmylou Harris / Gram and Emmylou sitting on Phil Kaufman’s Harley, with a Sin City jacket hanging off the kicker by Ginny Winn (1973) / Almost Famous (2000) dir. Cameron Crowe, Pete Droge and Elaine Summers / To Know Him Is To Love Him by Trio, originally written by Phil Spector. / Linda Ronstadt in the Trio Documentary / Emmylou Harris 'Pieces of The Sky' (1975) / The intended cover for 'Sleepless Nights' by Ginny Winn, featured in Rolling Stone Magazine (1974) + lyrics / Poster for Liberty Hall in Houston, Texas (1973) / Emmylou Harris clipping, unknown