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guardian5tiger3 · 11 days

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Waddup B) . Another general reading

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1. Ice cube group

In da house!! Haha I feel like y'all in da energy of being bout yo money. Or the color green is significant. Shoot y'all might be about the green rn if u kno . This doesn't have to be a super conscious thing a lot of you either way though are in the energy of richness like that so you gonna be attracting money or it's because you're destined to be prosperous at this time or in the near future like that. For some of you it's because you're supposed to use that to help get rid of some form of negativity in the past some how. Others of you should consider getting a new pet if that will make your heart happy you know or confirmation if that's what u been thinking bout. Spirit wants you to make sure you're open to receiving at this time and in the future though cause some of you have an imbalance were you're a bit too humble maybe struggling with your own worth and self perception and this is making me feel sad so I'm really sorry and you guys need to maybe use your logic to conclude it's only the truth that you're a human with a good heart that deserves good things and anyone who ever told you other wise..... Is tripping like they're wrong and delusional and probably a hurt person anyway. If your childhood was bad you're manifesting a lot to replace stuff from all that time and make up for it and stuff and you all are just heavily in a deep great energy I can see y'all auras are mostly either green , blue and a very few of you purple. One specific person has some red. Make sure you stay in touch with your feelings though as I can see how the world might be making you a bit numb or you feel like a bit depressed actually when it comes to the fact that things constantly happen like , in the past I've been depressed and contemplated like how could it be that I have to drink water then go to the bathroom over and over again and it would wear me down thinking about it. It's good to practice having control over your own mental and perspectives ok. Just hella green and gold so wealth wealth money $$ . One love

2. Group KORN !!

You guys are winners in my book . I don't even know why I felt I had to say that . If you actually listen to Korn, while either way you got to listen to their first two albums you know... After that they were cloned for sure just saying . Ok anyway ...

You might catch something right in time whatever that might mean. This could be anything it depends on the individual, someone saying something, something falling almost, idk.if that does happen it must also be a confirmation of something. So I'm seeing a complete ending and then a revival. This group is somehow dealing with the general concept of time ... I'm seeing for some of you this is all past energy some of you right now some of you the future this could even be like way in the future ok. So it just depends . Someone most likely am adult male is speaking well on you and possibly other people you care about or can be related to yourself. This is looking good for your reputation and it might even be saving your reputation. U know what for a few of you this could be someone that's catching something right on time that's what that is for you . Something about something working and smoothly at that, or a job or you working with someone . This could be someone you know from work. Looks like they love you like they have love for you and a lot of other people , this is someone with a good heart even if you can't tell by their personality . Something's " falling apart " I heard and someone's getting away smoothly from anything affecting them . There's an energy of some type of trick being played or more so just an attempt at that. Maybe some type of verbal communicative manipulation. Maybe trying to convince someone to do something they shouldn't like join a group, sign a contract, say something wrong or that can be taken out of context so be careful but I see it being a separate energy that just has no place anywhere and is kind of awkward lol. I got 3 7's . Be careful of deceit at this time and moving forward. Especially regarding people's words and your own. People might be analyzing you or someone else or a situation . I'm getting almost like an investigation for some of you maybe a real investigation . Like the feds even. Especially if by the time you're reading this this as an older post. Holy f*********** I picked up another deck started shuffling and a card that says I investigation popped right out and a little magnifying glass I drew it's also an orange card like I d***n near wanna take a picture and show you guys. Strangely the other card I got is cult

So this is super deep in some way some form of group of people, big or small, serious or silly, depends on who is reading, has attempted to silence someone. I'm guessing a great majority of you it's you that was or is trying to be silenced. I'm getting the metaphor... If you can call it that this isn't even a metaphor I just don't even know I'm kind of appalled cause what I'm getting is that like if you like just decided ok this one needs to go to another life not stay on earth you know so they took something away and try to deprive them of something so either that happens or so that they do not have the energy , capacity, capability of being able to speak the truth but guess what that's the desert card and after that I have the wave card so not just here's a glass of water let's throw you in the ocean and let a wave roll over you ... Metaphorically for whatever you were being deprived of...... And also a card that says break through which also has rain in it :) . So this is gonna hit really fast cause of course that's the universes will. It's kind of like actually a miracle type of energy im even getting the word biblical and also maybe the story of the guy who parted the red sea or together is significantly sorry I should remember his name I read the bible 300 times as a kid haha. But, you guys this is really good the final two cards are the ace of sword , y'all know that's the truth, and four of pentacles so I feel in my heart chakra specifically a sense of calm and that everything is gonna be set right and you'll be feeling good and a there's a good amount about stability. Maybe church is significant to someone. Or a house of worship I don't know. Or a house in general too for some of you. Or a bulldozer ..? Also substantial evidence for a very few of you .

3. No Doubt !!!!

You guys might be family oriented, live with your family, I can pick up on some people's energy of a kind of busy household maybe the sound of pets nails on a hard floor (cute I miss that with having dogs )

Do not drink any open drinks at this time whoever I'm talking to you wouldn't expect this either you trust someone who would do something or you wouldn't expect it of the brand...or something I don't know I don't want to make anyone paranoid just keep your drink on you in your sight or drink unopened ones you know . I can also sense baked chicken I think or grilled you know when it's not fried or anything though ?? You think someone is loyal to you also if you have a dog this is significant. Im getting calm energy somewhat I think spirits around you are in that and trying to stay around you and have that energy around you :) honestly someone around you might be dangerous this isn't a matter of you getting paranoid this would , if it is true for you, be a matter of you coming to terms with something you've probably had hints about for a prolonged period. Maybe since you were young or it's multiple people even for someone else that this also resonates for. Y'all feel really cool like you investigate things kind of like a mystery vibe it's dope . Rainy days and cabins maybe you can dig that or that's what you give other people if they can read energy well. The things you might be into or interested in in the past too might be significant and spirit considered it to have been or be technically research y'all are really smart don't let anyone block you or stop you from anything ? . For real. Yep y'all are super cool and a smaller group y'all might have anxiety or any big or small issue you should practice breathing exercises. You know I make tea and breath in the air when it's hot it also helps asthma or I placebo that for myself but either way it's nice haha. I'm feeling like my brains working faster you guys are really sharp you might also like caffeine lol me too. You guys are so dope you're like putting together a puzzle or intuitively trying to figure something out and you will this is kind of a destiny situation like I can feel in my heart you guys are just the dopest but seriously w really intelligent pile I feel that something is time restricted , destiny, everything youre supposed to get to and have happen and do and it feels super fast paced and so do you , even if u don't notice cause youre used to it. You also feel like you avoid really negative things as easily as a ghost can avoid a human. Better days a head too even. Your bed is significant somehow . One thing I'll note is you may have to, and if so should sooner than later deal with any negative ideas ever put in your mind about yourself make sure you heal your heart and mind . You're moving so damn fast . Your soul has a PLAN . Like, a mission dudes. It'll all make sense in the end I suppose. Keep going 💯💯💯

4 . The Maiden !!!!!

I feel like you guys have some good philosophy or mentalities in life like you know how to and when to go with the flow. Like picture floating down a river and it's to chill out then you're like alright now I gotta get up and out cause there's a rock that will hit me in three feet. Your intuition might make stuff easier . Sometimes your intuition might surprise you or it would if you pay attention you know. You may get a bit frustrated because you don't get to straight up know the future lol I can relate. To. That.

The movie ice age might have something to do with something or if you remember watching it at any point maybe the memory is significant??,

Or someone you remember watching it with for someone. The universe wants to give you what you want and need but you already seem like a generally content soul just with like yourself existing I noticed from the start this is a super chill group . You guys definitely see danger before it comes. Breathing exercises to the point of deep relaxation might be helpful. You're just not supposed to consciously know the future though I'm not sure why but I guess it would technically like by law mess it up possibly . Remember to be calm , at peace when doing any form of work but also remember work is play deep down just like deep down we're still the kids we once were when we were young , which is a good way to realize every person is not so different and I was going to say also that you should maybe focus somewhat on your relations with other people and your social interactions. Just to sharpen your social skills I guess. There looks like there's chaos around you but I don't see it touching you so you're good . Mellow vibes just enjoy the moment and work on patience and stuff maybe. Working would be beneficial you might get joy out of that even if it's building something or it could even be playing in the woods, going to the store, but I am also getting to go play outside and they want me to say like play like you could go pick up a stick and start digging in the dirt hell kinda sounds like fun . Peace and rock on .

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ethereallyjade · 2 months

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Pick a Card: Traits of Your F/S

Choose a photo that calls to you and the cards will tell you a message. As always, this is just for fun. Do not take anything seriously or above legal or medical advice. If your interested in personal tarot readings and want to support me, check out my Paid Readings! Masterlist

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Your F/S might wear big clothes. I'm seeing dresses, baggy clothes, or just oversized things. I'm getting somewhat emo vibes or they might just like black clothing. They are great at keeping optimism and picking themselves back up after periods of grief. Your F/S might have a hard time connecting with others or has had a bit of a rough past in terms of relationships. They could be a bit of a rebel as well or just crave more freedom in their lives. Back to their looks, their clothes might stand out in some way. Something about them or their personality is bold, but they don't even mean to be. They might have a very simple look, but it's so different from those around them that it comes off as bold, because I'm picking up on a very quiet and even reserved energy from them so I don't think their looks are a very conscious choice on their part. Either way, I'm still seeing that they're confident in themselves and have a leader like potential.

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Clumsy, and colorful. Might wear sweaters or hoodies a lot. Could have an affinity towards churches? Or maybe really likes historic buildings or museums. Likes to travel. Likes the ocean. They are independent and trust their own decisions. They might move homes a lot and don't like living in one area for too long. They might live or be from somewhere with a cold climate. They have a humble upbringing. Could have come from a broken home, divorced parents, low income, or even faced homelessness at some point, but I'm seeing that they're ready to move on from that or have already. All in all, they're a very talented person and they're ready to take their opportunities. They might be from a different country than you.

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Clean, smooth, "Must be perfect." Maybe their a Virgo lmao. I'm seeing that they can be the type of person to put up a front. They appear as well put together, mature, clean, and may even be seen as a leader of sorts, but on the inside they're definitely struggling with something. They might be a really naive person, and find themselves often being taken advantage of by those around them. This could also be taken as they're a very emotional person and need to learn how to put up this courageous front so that they stop being taken advantage of. As far as physical appearance goes, I'm seeing someone who's blond, medium length hair. Might like wearing blues and greens, dresses or long shirts. They might like to accessorize themselves. They may also be the type to really dress up when they leave the house, but dress very casual or im hearing 'bummy' behind closed doors lol.

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They like hanging out with friends or even partying and drinking. They love to travel. I'm seeing a very happy and positive person hear. Maybe they can be randomly contemplative or have big dreams which is something their friends find odd about them because they usually have a kind of careless and partying type of personality. On the flip side, I can also see this as being someone that does not like to party. Maybe they're surrounding friends have a careless, parting attitude towards life and they want to break free of that and work towards something they find important. They might not be very close with their friends or feel like they've never fit in with their friend group, and again, dream of going somewhere else or leaving to find their people. They might contemplate moving overseas, so they might either be a foreigner to you or maybe you both move to a new country together. For physical traits, they might have curly hair. I'm seeing a lot of the color red. That might be their favorite color, or a color they wear a lot. Maybe their hair is red. I'm also seeing that they might get dressed up often.

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mj-iza-writer · 2 months

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Rough grumpy Caretaker... how I love them. -MJ

Warning.... swear words used.

Caretaker peaked in to check on Whumpee, they had just put them down for a nap.

They slightly opened the door and caught Whumpee darting into the bed.

"You better have a really good reason for being out of that bed", Caretaker opened the door further.

"I'm sorry Caretaker, I....", Whumpee started to violently cough.

"Oh Whumpee fuck off and give me a break", Caretaker slipped into his old British sailer accent.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to grab my book, and then you came along", Whumpee pleaded.

"I didn't put you to bed to read. You are very sick and need to sleep. That temperature of yours could freaken cook an egg", Caretaker sighed as they started to tuck Whumpee back into the blankets.

Whumpee groaned as the blankets were violently shoved under them.

"Ouch, can we be a little gentler please", Whumpee winced, "I am sick after all."

"Oh hush", Caretaker held a cup of water and offered Whumpee a drink, "now if I come back to this room again and you are up, I will tie you to the bed. Am I clear? I better hear happy Whumpee snores."

Whumpee grinned.

"I mean it, unless you are getting a drink or going to the bathroom do not get up", Caretaker sighed as they set the cup down, "work with me here. Your complexion is horrendous, I mean, white paint has more color. Plus, your trash bin is overflowing with tissue for the second time today."

Whumpee nodded, "I'm sorry Caretaker."

Caretaker ran his hand through Whumpee's sweaty hair, "that's better. Now, we need to focus on you getting better. Please try to get some rest, I'll have some food and medicine ready for you when you wake up... okay?"

Whumpee nodded again, "thankyou."

Caretaker waited thirty minutes before checking on Whumpee again ... thankfully Whumpee had finally listened and was snoring away.

"My happy little chainsaw", Caretaker marveled at how loud Whumpee was as they stepped into the room.

They grabbed the thermometer and tucked it under Whumpee's tongue without disturbing their sleep. Even the ding didn't wake Whumpee.

"Temp is a little better now", Caretaker looked the thermometer over, "not where I'm wanting it to be though."

Caretaker sighed, "shit", he whispered, "I might have to take you in for some better medicine. What I have might not be cutting it."

Caretaker was fixing some soup for Whumpee when they heard them moving around.

"Dinner's almost ready if you want to come down here", Caretaker called.

Whumpee struggled down the hall.

"I just woke up and puked", Whumpee frowned.

"Let me guess, you didn't get to the bucket in time", Caretaker sighed, "where did it end up?""

"I did get to the bucket, but some got on my blanket to... sorry", Whumpee looked down.

"Okay", Caretaker sighed, "go ahead and eat, I'll clean it up."

Whumpee was hunched over when Caretaker came back.

"Whumpee?", Caretaker panicked, "Whumpee?"

Whumpee jumped up and started to mumble.

"You're going to the hospital... now", Caretaker hurried.

"No, no. I'm fine", Whumpee mumbled with a slur.

"Don't argue, you're fucking going to the hospital. You're beyond fine", Caretaker went to help Whumpee stand.

"Okay, but I can walk", Whumpee started to get up.

"Oh, you want to walk by yourself. Okay, that sounds fun to watch. Okay, let's see", Caretaker crossed his arms.

Whumpee started to walk, but fell forward.

"Shit", Whumpee moaned.

"That's what I thought. Alright come on, work with me. I'm not dragging your ass, but you won't make it by yourself", Caretaker threw one of Whumpee's arms over his shoulder and led them to the car.

Whumpee's temperature was checked on arrival at the hospital. It had jumped back up again.

Caretaker helped Whumpee into a chair and followed the staff as they rushed them back.

Caretaker sighed as they started to fill out the forms, "Whumpee", Caretaker muttered to himself, "pain in my ass. You're lucky I love you... at least a little bit."

Whumpee squinted their eyes open, the morning sun met them.

They jumped up realizing this was not their bedroom.

"Easy", they felt Caretaker's hand grab them, "you're okay, your fever got really bad. I had to bring you to the hospital."

Whumpee rubbed their head, "I've got a major headache", they looked around the room, "the last thing I remember was sitting down at the table, I don't remember anything else."

"Well, the staff here has been very helpful in getting your fever to break, they got you on some medication and fluids", Caretaker sighed.

"That's good", Whumpee leaned back again, "I still don't feel great, plus, this headache."

"We'll get you better", Caretaker pressed the call button, "I promise."

Whumpee nodded as they laid down, "thankyou Caretaker."

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etoiile · 5 months

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MYSTERY MAN

starring itoshi rin!

synopsis: you decide to go watch rin's football practice for the first time, much to his delight. his teammates struggle to figure out who you are and what you've done to their usually very grumpy rin.

requested by @checkoutmyflow! i hope i did your rq justice ^^

notes: first time completing a request! sorry for the wait >.< ALSO this is gn!reader :)

admittedly, you weren't much of a football fan, even though your boyfriend was a professional college player. you didn't really understand the sport, as you hadn't played it since second grade gym class, but for some reason, you had decided that today, on this sunny tuesday afternoon, you were going to drop by rin's practice alongside a football-for-dummies book to watch and hopefully learn a little about the sport he was so enamored with.

it would appear that they were in the middle of a practice match, as his teammates and him were wearing different colored pennies, and there was someone keeping score on a whiteboard.

you sat down on the bleachers quietly, not wanting to distract anyone from the game. your eyes scanned the field quickly, almost instantly finding rin's unique dark green hair. you tried your best to keep up with what was happening, quickly flipping through your book whenever someone did something cool to try and find it, but it proved to be quite difficult, and you found yourself very confused at the sport's intricacies.

despite your lack of understanding, the one thing you could observe and comprehend was how alive rin looked whilst playing. he was sweating, shit-talking, and scrambling around the field non-stop, clearly very tired, but his eyes had a certain glimmer to them that you didn't get to see often, and he moved around the field with immaculate grace and precision. you watched as he skillfully maneuvered around the field and how he seemed to be able to calculate exactly where his opponent would go. you didn't have to understand the sport to know that this field was a place where itoshi rin shined like no other.

rin took hold of the ball and began dashing across the field with it, his shiny hair blowing behind him. his eyes began darting around the field, his brain taking in and calculating every factor necessary to victory.

his brain certainly didn't expect to see you, his lovely s/o who knows nothing about football, sitting on the bleachers.

your eyes made contact for a brief moment before rin tripped over his own feet and flew forward, making literally everybody on the field stop what they were doing.

a brief moment of silence washed over the field before laughter soon took its place, his teammates jogging over to him asking if he was ok, and what the hell just happened as they howled in mirth.

he grumbled some excuse with red cheeks as he looked away, clearly very mortified. his coach decided to call a break, seeing as everyone had already stopped playing, and he grabbed his water before practically sprinting over to you.

"y/n," he breathed as he came to a stop in front of you, puffing a little from fatigue. "you're here."

you giggled. "hi, rin. i thought i should come watch one of your practices. i want to get to know all the aspects of your life, after all."

he leaned in closer to you to brush his hand against yours as you two chatted a bit. anyone could see the way his eyes softened as you spoke and how his shoulders relaxed at your every move. anyone even being his pretty-damn-stupid team.

in the distance, bachira, isagi, chigiri, nagi, and reo murmured amongst themselves, wondering about who you were - the mystery person mr. im-better-than-you-and-grumpy-all-the-time rin looked so happy to see.

"his sibling, maybe?"

"nah, i'm pretty sure sae is his only sibling."

"oh! what about his parent, then?"

"dude, do you have eyes? way too hot to be a parent."

"his lover, maybe?"

there were a solid 5 seconds of silence before they burst out into laughter once more.

"get out. itoshi rin, an s/o? no way in hell, dude."

"i doubt he could even keep anyone for more than a month. they'd get tired of his attitude real quick and leave just as fast."

"rin-chan probably isn't capable of loving anyone, after all."

despite their adamant denial of your relationship with rin, they could all notice rin's demeanor. he looked happier, more at ease, gentler, kinder, and overall, he looked like a normal person. who were you, and what had you done to their rin?

coach blew his whistle, and they watched as you gestured for him to get back with his team. they then watched with their jaws on the floor as he, itoshi rin, POUTED and SWEETLY PLANTED A KISS on your forehead before jogging off.

they all exchanged looks of pure shock as rin jogged back to them.

they all gave him a shocked look as he raised a brow.

"...what?"

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remember-the-fanfics · 2 months

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You Got Wings!

In which the wings won the poll so now Genz!Overlord!Reader with wings

• You have wings! Bird wings! Any color

• You can make them disappear when you want but you'll only do that if it inconvenients you or people around you like in a meeting.

• You had to find a book on how to take of birds to figure out how to take care of them

• Learning how to fly was a struggle before you were an Overlord because everyone thought you were an easy target when you fell from the sky.

• You finally got the hang of it after becoming an Overlord, now flying anywhere.

• Your wings will reflect your emotions,

• Happy? They are up and fluffier. You usually run around who or what making you happy for a minute.

• Sad? They are lowerer, you have to make sure the don't drag and catch on something sometimes.

• Anger? Flared out, ruffled. Makes you look bigger than you are.

• Have only offered flights to your close friends, most like to stay on the ground.

• Charlie is the only one who will aways go for a flight, reminds her of her dad.

• You only flown with Vaggie once, while still inside the hotel.

• She thanked you and said hights just weren't for her.

• You noticed she had a sad look in her eyes.

• No one let's you fly with Niffty anymore.

"I thought I left a note."

"You were gone for 3 days!"

• They'll never know what the two of you did and why you were gone for so long

• Alastor doesn't like being touch so he wouldn't let you have flights with him.

• But will watch you fly from the balcony while drinking his tea

• Will ask you about the weather when you come back

• Has tried to get you to eat bird seed

• Angel Dust is just to tall and lanky to hold while flying.

• You tried, about broke one of you wings.

"Sorry!"

" 'is fine but help me up, yeah?"

• Husk will never fly with you, always to busy being the bartender.

• You give him sad puppy eyes everytime he says no.

• Sir Pentious doesn't trust you enough not to drop him

• It's not your fault he's just so slippery

• But let's you carry the Egg Boys

• Banned from trying to carry all of them at once

• When Charlie wants to put up a banner or something up high, it's usually you with Razzle and Dazzle.

• When you get to busy, forgetting to take care of your wings

• Which makes it a hassle when you're not busy.

• Husk has helped you before when you are just completely struggling with it

"Stay still!"

"I'm trying!"

• You get really upset if you accidentally hit someone with you wings

• Getting a sad face instantly, apologising quickly.

• Everyone at the hotel forgives you quickly

• You hides your wings for the next few days so it wouldn't happen again

• Charlie quickly tells you that your wings are fine. That you don't mean to hit anyone when you do.

• Then Angel Dust sqared you that they popped out ruffled and ready to fly

"See you didn't hit me then when you had a reason to so stop hiddin' them."

• You've ended up napping in front of a window multiple times because the sun feels so nice on your wings

• Plus along with the sun, you don't even need a cover to nap with, your wings can do it.

• After fighting some dumbass sinners trying to harass your people, which they injured one of your wings.

• Needing to go to the only other person you knew with wings for help but you can't just be seen as an injured Overlord walking where others could try to fight you more.

• So you call Charlie, the only one you knew that had a car in hell.

• After the awkward conversation of telling you were injured, her panicking, telling her not to panic, and then hearing her tell Razzle and Dazzle to get the car and that she'll be right over.

• Half the hotel decided to come as well

• Charlie, Vaggie, and Husk, along with Razzle and Dazzle.

• They will get you in the car as quickly and comfortable as possible, trying not to get you more hurt.

• Husk will quickly try and bandage your wing the best he can while Vaggie and Charlie ask the who, what, why, and hoe.

• Charlie had to hold Vaggie back from finding the ones who injured you and hurting them more than you already had.

• Telling Vaggie that they were already taken care off then having to clarify that you didn't kill them.

"See I'm fine!"

"You really aren't."

"...I'm better than I was 5 minutes ago."

• The next week while being at the hotel everyone hovered over you, making sure you didn't try and overwork yourself.

• Which you would have tried if Charlie hadn't locked you out of your room/office.

• Husk would check on your wing and make sure it heals correctly.

• After it's healed, you had to get use to fly again.

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misc-obeyme · 3 months

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I just saw the event and I hope I'm not too late but Lucifer x MC requests w/ author's choice maybe?

Hello there, my friend! You are not too late, in fact, your request was the first one I received!

Soooo since it was author's choice and we're talking about Lucifer, I went with fluff. Because soft!Luci is one of my favorite things ever. So here are some general fluff headcanons about him.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Lucifer fluff headcanons

Warnings: none

Lucifer notices everything about you. It isn't just the way you mesh so well with his family. It's the little sparkle in your eyes when you tease him. It's the way your voice changes slightly when you say his name. It's the light touch of your hand seeking his when you're nervous.

Lucifer shows his love in quiet ways that may be missed by anyone else. He will give you things you need before you realize you need them. When you're struggling, he will show up beside you to lend a hand without you needing to ask.

Lucifer will bring you flowers, but they'll be the rarest and the most beautiful. Arranged spectacularly in a beautiful vase that you keep in your room. It's regularly refilled with new bouquets from him.

When you're at RAD, he'll stop you in the hall just to check in with you. He might ask you something about his brothers, but his true motivation is to make sure you're doing all right. He'll tell you to come to the music room when you get home because he wants to spend more time with you. You'll find him waiting with a bottle of Demonus and a soothing record (one that isn't cursed).

You're certainly the only one that Lucifer would even dream of allowing to touch his wings. It's a special moment when your fingertips brush against the soft silken feathers. You try not to react when you feel him tremble slightly beneath your touch.

He's always busy, doing paperwork, being summoned to the castle, spending his hours at RAD doing council work. And yet he always takes a moment to speak to you alone. His ruby eyes roaming over your face, like he won't ever get enough of looking at you.

You sometimes wish you could tell people who fear him what he's really like. How he'll carry you to your bed any time you fall asleep somewhere else in the house. How he reaches for your hand when he knows you're feeling uncertain or afraid. How he'll hold you all night if you've had a rough day. How he'll admit to you that all he wants is for you to be happy.

No one knows Lucifer the way that you do, but you're surprised to find that no one knows you the way that he does, either. He lets it slip occasionally, just how aware of you he is. If he's had one glass of Demonus too many, he mumbles about the color of your hair and the particular curve of your smile.

When you're alone, Lucifer will kiss you and kiss you and kiss you, needing you more than he's needed anything in his long life. He'll fall to his knees at your feet, overcome by how willing he is to do whatever you ask. He begs you to touch him, to know him, to let him know you. He needs you, MC. Don't let him falter.

You don't. You stand beside him in all things, whether you're alone with him in his room or among the rest of the student council at RAD. It's a little daunting to think that you are the stability that Lucifer leans on. That after all the years he's been working and fighting alone, he now has you to hold onto.

Lucifer will catch your eyes from across a crowded room just to give you a confident smile. It's the one that says he knows he's on your mind. It's his way of saying you're on his, too. He wants you to know he's thinking of you. He wants to make you blush slightly from his regard.

Your love is a tender thing that Lucifer holds close to his heart. He knows how quickly he could lose it, how quickly he could lose you. All the power in the Devildom might not be enough to keep you with him forever. But for now, he will worship every single part of you, every day of your life.

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#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #omnb #omswd #obey me headcanons #om headcanons #obey me lucifer #om lucifer #lucifer obey me #obey me lucifer x reader #om lucifer x reader #lucifer obey me x reader #obey me x reader #misc cozy comforts #misc writes

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hangingoutwithcorpsez · 4 months

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Viva x Barb angsty headcanons

(because im sensitive and stupid)

Barb

She's VERY insecure about struggling with relationships, but never really shows it. (looking at the movie scenes where she says that her kingdom tells her only what she wants to hear and how upset she is about poppy's card) All her heart really needed were friends and love, but she put too much pressure on herself.

Easily gets jealous over Viva, because of her abondment issues. She still feels like a pop troll could not love a hard rock one, especially knowing her conflicting past. This starts most of their fights, as Barb can just be TOO MUCH with that.

Insanely pressured about her role as a queen. She's scared of becoming what she used to be, no matter how much time has passed.

Struggles to control her emotions, especially anxiety and anger. That sets a specific picture of her to some, with only her closest ones knowing the real Barb, and only Viva understanding and supporting her through it. It even seems like her soft spot exists only because of Viva.

Used to be deeply depressed (before the events of World Tour) Thinking that "reuniting trolls" with her music is the only solution to her personal emptiness and pain. Not knowing yet, that the event that's actually going to change her is meeting a specific curly haired troll. (but hard rock was probably involved in that event, let's be honest)

Viva

Is deeply traumatized after the bergen attack and how she got seperated from most trolls. She falls into PTSD episodes in which her colors fade away and she leds Clay to cover her work.

Just after they started to form their mini-civilisation, she was still completely disturbed and turned to auto-agression as a coping mechanism, leaving scars on her body.

She's still frightened by bergens, trying to start a bond with Bridget, but the rest... Poppy still has to convince her to them, as Viva prefers to not visit them, if not necessery.

Feels VERY lost in Trollstopia. Not like it's a bad place, but it's so overwhelmingly different to her, that she feels like she has missed too much to normally function there.

Easily falls into panic and anxiety attacks as she's a really stressful troll. She still struggles to take part in bigger social events among unknown trolls. But Barb goes EVERYWHERE with her to support Viva, as well as giving her little motivational speeches before it.

Probably gonna write more some other time but now i'm really tired and i just have to let my imagination live here😭😭 AND ALSO I DONT WANNA GET TOO SAD ABOUT THEM MY BABIES DESERVE A HAPPY LIFE (which only means that i will make more post yapping about them)

#trolls barb #queen barb #vivarb #trolls viva #trolls barb x viva #trolls world tour #trolls band together #biva #viva x barb #barb x viva #trolls headcanons #trolls #dreamworks trolls #lesbians #corpzez headcanons

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The sound of our tied souls

Genre: soulmate!au, rockstar!au, kinda enemies-to-lovers but not really, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending

Word count: 3.3k

Pairing: rockstar!San x fem!reader (feat. reader's best friend x Mingi)

Warnings: swear words (quite a lot), time-skip, kind of a bad guy attitude—San's a bit of a jerk at the beginning but he has a character development :), soulmate rejection, mentions of some jealous fans, kinda slow-burn, one kiss, possible grammar mistakes

A/N: this oneshot is part of @sungbeam's soulmate collab, which i was so proud to be part of; thanks for the opportunity, love 🤍

You got woken up by that annoying song again, your beauty sleep being thrown away for the rest of the night—cause it seemed like your soulmate had no sleeping schedule. You couldn't understand how he could listen to this all the time, you often wondered if his hearing was still intact—cause the loud growl of what seemed to be an electric guitar could surely manage to make you deaf by now.

You have first discovered your soulmate bond after your 16th birthday, when you began hearing rock music everyday. Everyone was talking about how sweet their marks were: a tattoo with the letter of their significant other's name, a highlight in their hair matching their future partner's color, and the list could go on. You, on the other hand, had to struggle with listening to something you absolutely despised, without thinking that your soulmate returned the same feeling to your music choice. With a mischievous smile on your face, you made your way to your piano, starting to play one of your favorite songs. God, if only you knew how frustrated your soulmate got.

"San, you messed up again! Can you fucking focus?" Hongjoong, the leader of their group, Guerrillas, shouted, watching as the culprit lowered his head.

"I can't, Joong. I can't, because all I hear right now is Für Elise, and it messes my head up!" he shouted too, pulling his hair back in frustration.

The others looked at each other with confused looks; was there something they didn't know? Without actually meaning to, Mingi bursted into laughter, leading Wooyoung to chuckle as well.

"Since when do you listen to classical music?" he asked San, smirking playfully.

"I don't. That thing you call soulmate does."

"You're hearing what your soulmate listens to?!" Wooyoung exclaimed, covering his mouth in shock.

"Yeah. But you know I'm not into this shit of yours, so let's get back to practice. I'll try and focus." he simply said, taking his guitar again, the strap attached to it hugging his torso perfectly.

Seonghwa shrugged and signaled the others to start playing, their practice session blooming once again. You could swear that he'd never played music that loud before; it felt like a competition between the two of you, and you smiled at the thought of having him so frustrated. You didn't know who he was nor how he looked, but you were ready to make his life a living hell, as much as he had started to turn yours into one.

At one point, the music stopped and you managed to sleep a bit, but it was way too little for your liking. You woke up at the sound of your doorbell, your best friend standing behind the wooden door.

"You won't believe what my boyfriend got me!" she said as soon as you opened the door, barging into your house like it was her own.

"Do I wanna know?" you sighed, thinking that your best friend's excitement meant chaos.

"He got me two tickets at his band's concert! We're gonna see the Guerrillas!" she jumped, pulling the two golden-like tickets from her pocket.

She and Mingi—her soulmate, met a while ago, and since then, she was always talking about him and how much their music grew on her. She must have been so happy now, that her world had finally earned its colors. Her and Mingi's soulmate mark consisted of seeing the world in black and white, until the two of them met. You still remembered how fast they agreed on becoming a couple, and you still wondered how they made it work so well. You knew how proud she was of her boyfriend, mainly because it was the third time she was trying to convince you to go with her, thinking that it would be, somehow, her lucky chance.

"There's no way I'm going to a rock concert." you protested, crossing your arms.

"There's no way I'll leave you alone until you say yes." she smirked, shoving one of the tickets in your jacket.

Nice try, you thought, before taking a moment to actually read the information on the ticket. How bad could it be, after all? Maybe, in this way, you could find more about your soulmate's favorite genre of music. You also thought it was maybe an occasion to meet Mingi's friends; you knew he was in the college's rock band, though you've never met them in this formula.

"Fine. I'm only doing it for Mingi's effort to get you these." you said coldly, side-eyeing your friend when she gave you a bear hug; it was gonna be a long week.

While the two were already making plans for the big day, the boys took a break from their intense practice session, starting to talk about whatever traveled their mind while drinking a can of energy drink. San was absent from their conversation, fidgeting with his calloused fingers, the effort of always trying to hit the right strings showing. The thought of having a soulmate was really burdening him, he didn't want to spend his energy searching for someone he didn't even want to meet. Little San would probably be disappointed, because all he has ever wished for was to grow up and meet his other half. Arts student San, though? He didn't need anything else as long as he had his guitar by his side; a capo and some sheet music could easily solve his problems. But he couldn't stand the thought of someone constantly hearing the feelings he tried expressing through music; it made him feel vulnerable, like he had no personal space anymore.

"San, do you agree with the outfits we've decided on?" Jongho asked, looking curiously at the way too quiet boy.

"Huh… yeah, sure, sounds great." he replied, avoiding the way Yunho raised his eyebrow at his reply.

"You didn't pay attention," he sighed, before adding some other words: "Something's definitely bothering you, so talk to us."

"Is it because of your soulmate? Why don't you just search for her?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the way the elder tensed. "It should stop after you meet, right?"

"Meeting her means that I have to be committed, and I don't want to commit to her." he spat, putting emphasis on not wanting to do so, and without bothering to spare his friends the slightest glance, he just took his things and left them speechless, in the middle of the studio.

The week passed fastly, the not-so-wanted (by a certain someone, 'cause the whole college actually went crazy for it) concert finally coming to life. The boys were backstage, trying to memorize their lines or chords for the last time. You and your friend would be late though; because she couldn't let you wear the clothes you would usually wear.

"I can't believe you want to wear a coat to a rock concert," she sighed, slightly amused by your antics. "They cover songs like Smells Like Teen Spirit, Sweet Child O' Mine and more, and they will most likely sing their own songs as well. This isn't Antonio Vivanti."

You let out an offended scoff, grabbing the leather jacket she was trying to put on you and wearing it, despite the ick the weird material was giving you. "And it's Vivaldi, by the way. Pay respect!"

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon, or else we will be late!"

Luckily for her (‘cause you tried to lose as much time as you could), you arrived just when they settled on stage, greeting the ones who came to see them. You couldn't say you weren't a bit jealous whenever you saw the way her and Mingi looked at each other—because it did something to you. But you were scared of being rejected, pretty sure that the soulmate thing wasn't as easy as it seemed.

Your thoughts were brushed off by the loud sound made by the mix of instruments, making you flinch, to your friend's amusement. Not being able to sneak outside because of her hand constantly holding yours, you decided that the least you could do was to pretend you were enjoying it. The others seemed to have fun too, even the boys, who really owned the stage—until something stole the show. San was taken aback by the way his in-ears worked—or so he thought. The same song they were performing was playing in a faded but bothering way in his ears, making him look at the others with a questionable look. He then made a few gestures to the staff, waiting for the song to stop so he could go and see what was wrong. Hongjoong looked at him worriedly while still focused on his bass, meanwhile Mingi almost messed up while playing the drums.

"We will be back in a few minutes, wait for us, okay?" Jongho screamed, hoping to keep the audience busy for a bit, while the others went to see what was wrong with San; their mics weren't off, though.

"There's nothing wrong with your in-ears, San. They work perfectly," the staff informed him, a few curse words leaving his mouth.

"What if your soulmate is at the concert, San?" Yeosang asked innocently, almost like a joke—though the younger boy freezed in his place.

The audience went crazy; some fangirls gasped and started to whisper several things about San's potential soulmate, meanwhile some of them had the same reaction as San. Some of them even started to run, looking suspiciously at every single girl they saw. "San has a soulmate?", "God, what did she do in her past life?", and so many other phrases that made you scoff. Who was this San and why was he so popular? The influence of his jealous fans spreaded through the whole venue, making the staff finally notice their mics and turn them off, though it was too late—the fuss was already created.

"I don't think that's the case—" Seonghwa tried to protest, but San stopped him.

"I think that's exactly the case." San looked at them, before throwing his in-ears somewhere. "What should we do now? I don't want to perform anymore."

"Then… let's wrap it up." Hongjoong sighed, before going back on stage. "Due to some unfortunate events, we need to stop here, darlings. Don't worry, we will come back soon!" He bowed and left the stage, leaving the fans high and dry. In other circumstances, nothing could have made him leave the stage that easily; he would have found a solution. But seeing how messed up his friend was, it made him want to try and understand him, he was going through a quite special phase, after all.

"I will go ask Mingi about what happened, do you want to come?" your friend asked, though your answer didn't even matter, she was already dragging you after her.

She greeted her boyfriend and the others as if they knew each other since forever, asking them about what was wrong.

"San hears whatever his soulmate is listening too, and he has only told us a few days ago," Mingi said, wrapping an arm around the girl's waist.

Your eyes widened at what he said, but you decided to keep composure—maybe it was just a coincidence.

"And she is into classical music, it's so frustrating. Why would she come to our concert?" San snapped, ignoring the guest his friend's soulmate brought.

It all made sense to you then. You probably didn't realize the music coming from him because you tried to enjoy the new experience, but it made sense. The two-tone haired boy, the arrogant San everyone was talking about was standing in front of you—moreover, he was your soulmate; and he didn't seem too happy with the idea of being bonded to someone.

"Who's the lady next to you?" Wooyoung asked, feeling the need to make you feel implied in the discussion.

"She's Y/N, I dragged her here with me," your friend laughs awkwardly. "She's not a fan, but Mingi got me two tickets so I made use of them."

"Oh! Do you happen to hear rock music sometimes?" Wooyoung asked, smirking playfully.

"Uhm… no, sorry." you said, looking at San, who was already looking suspiciously at you. He was really arrogant, you wished to be able to reject him, but he seemed to do it first.

"Even if she was, I told you guys I don't care. My soulmate can go search for another one." he said, before leaving them, once again. You were the next one to leave, not even caring about the possibility of giving your little secret away.

Even after a few days, you couldn't deny the emptiness you felt the moment you were indirectly rejected by your soulmate—it was definitely noticeable, somewhere in your heart. It was safe to say San didn't feel as good as he thought he would either, even when he rejected the one he was assigned to live his whole life with on purpose. He figured out it was you, because he stopped hearing the once annoying music; but he missed it. And the news about his soulmate was spread in the whole college as well, not helping at all; they were making even the outsiders interested in the tea going on.

"I'm tired of this shit, guys. I won't come to practice today."

Hongjoong looked at him once again, nodding, not knowing exactly how to comfort his friend in this situation, words long forgotten. San started to walk in the direction of where the studio was, his ears filling with the melodious sound of a piano playing. Like it was a habit of his, his legs guided him to the door, which he cracked open, just to reveal you playing the piano. Your fingers moved skillfully along the piano keys, Debussy's Clair de Lune resonating beautifully in the room. The sweet melody managed to comfort him somehow; he didn’t know if it was the calming nature of the song or the closure he was supposed to have with you, but he felt relaxed, listening peacefully until the painful silence started to bother him. He then took the matters into his own hands—in such a San way.

"You’ve got some skills, soulmate," he said, his lips stretching into a little smile, though a little dimple made its appearance still.

You got a bit surprised by his presence, but stopped what you were doing, to return a small smile and answer him.

"Thank you. I guess you do too."

"Was that Beethoven?" he asked curiously, sitting on the chair in front of the piano, next to you.

"Claude Debussy, but A for effort," you said, smiling at his attempt.

A wave of silence spread across the room, before you decided to break it: "We got off to a bad start, but we can still repair it. I'm Y/N," you said, sticking your hand out to him.

He grabbed it, shaking it softly. "I'm San, nice to meet you again." He waited for another reaction of yours, but seeing that you didn't plan on saying anything else, he made the next step: "Let's be friends."

You spent most of the day with him, sharing tips and talking about your opposite passions—though it was well known that opposites attract. Now, that you've gotten to know him a bit better, you could say he was more than just an arrogant guy.

One month passed since your first interaction with your soulmate, and you would have never expected that there would be more; yet here you were, watching as he excitedly got two tickets from his pocket.

"You're invited to our concert tonight! My treat this time, for you and our friend." he winked, handing the same golden-like tickets to you.

"I'll be there, Sannie." you smiled, giving him a side hug before running to your class. He smiled softly, not believing the effect love could have on him.

Furthermore, tonight's stage would be an important one for him; it could mean accomplishment or failure, but he was still willing to try. The boys found him smiling like an idiot—but they enjoyed it, they could tease him about how a certain someone made him change. He never failed to amaze them, but someone definitely brought the best in him. He watched as the boys looked at him, his freshly dyed hair glowing nicely into the dim lights. His hands were covered in a pair of fingerless mesh gloves, fingers full of rings, while his t-shirt was nicely tucked in his leather pants. Some chains were dangling on his neck and waist, and a fake lip ring laid on his lower lip, completing the rockstar look he opted for.

"Where's San and what have you done with him?" Yeosang joked, entertaining the other seven boys in the room.

"Shut up, Sang. Are you ready?" Seonghwa asked, taking his mic and retouching the last details for tonight's show.

"Never been more ready." San smiled, taking his guitar and being the first one to get on stage.

"Hello guys, thank you for coming today too!" Wooyoung exclaimed, getting ready to perform at his best.

You and your friend were somewhere in the front row, singing along with the other fans who came to see the eight boys. You were bouncing with her, enjoying the genre you softly became addicted to, but it was surely an influence San had on you. You didn't know what happened to you, but you still had hope, that maybe something would change his mind. Suddenly, the culprit's voice was heard in the whole venue, catching your attention and making you stop whatever you were doing.

"As you all know, one month ago, I met my soulmate at the concert we held in the same place. I'd like her to join me here, please, Y/N?" he smiled, gesturing for you to get on stage, next to them.

You looked confusedly at your friend, who pushed you in the direction of the stage, playing their game. You got there, finding yourself in front of the crowd and waving awkwardly at them, not expecting to hear their loud screaming.

"I know I was a bit of a douchebag at the beginning, and that was definitely not the way you wanted us to meet. I messed up, but I hope you can forgive me."

The fans cheered up louder, while a big smile found its way to your face, making the boy's lips stretch into one as well.

"I know I rejected you at the beginning, but let me try to fix things. I hope it's not too late," he laughed softly, before continuing: "Have you started your looking for another soulmate project yet?"

You burst into laughter, nodding as no a few times. His cheeks got colored in a crimson red tone, and you could swear you've never seen anything cuter than a shy rockstar.

"Can I have the chance of being the lucky one, then?" he asked and watched as your expression changed, nervousness noticeable in his voice as well.

"I thought you considered yourself unluck—" Wooyoung interrupted, but Jongho was fast to cover his mouth and prevent him from saying anything else. "You're screwing the moment, Woo." he said, mouth still pressed on his older friend's mouth.

You laughed at their antics, taking the mic from San's hand.

"As much as you've annoyed me, I still like you, Choi San. I always did, which is why I would actually love to give you this chance."

As soon as you finished your romantic little speech, he cupped your face, pressing his lips on yours softly. The fans went crazy, cheering and jumping as the two of you sealed the promise of loving each other forever with a soft kiss.

"With these being said, I'd like to announce the title of our next album, entitled The sound of our tied souls!" Yunho said, making the night of every single soul attending that concert, the stars shining even brighter above their heads.

You pressed your forehead on San's, admiring his beauty while your noses rubbed lovingly against each other's. The road you had to walk on to find your soulmate was a tough one, but looking back on it, you wouldn't want it another way; you were too excited for your future with your other half—the arrogant boy you started to love, the one destined to be eternally yours.

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🦇🎃 WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP 🎃🦇

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Merlin

The Hunt for Red Emrys by darkbluedark

King Arthur sets out to keep his promise to the spirit of the Druid boy by repealing his father's ban on magic. Unfortunately, this is easier said than done, for reasons including but not limited to the following:

(1) He can't change the law until he understands magic better, but no sorcerer is willing to explain magic to him until he changes the law;

(2) The sorcerers all have some strange obsession with Merlin, which is awakening all sorts of feelings in Arthur that he really doesn't fancy examining too closely;

(3) He is starting to feel like the butt of some Druid-population-wide inside joke involving the mysterious phenomenon called Emrys; and

(4) Oh yeah, Morgana is still trying to kill him.

Thus he embarks on a journey of discovery, diplomacy, accountability, and self-improvement, and maybe even falls in love along the way.

Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-Kun

Kalego-sensei is...dead? by IcyPheonix

The Misfits come to school one day to discover that they have, a substitute teacher. They decide that this can only mean one thing; Kalego-sensei, has died.

He hasn't but that's not gonna stop them from pretending he has of course.

SVSSS

The Moon's Beloved Shadow by mofumofu

Shen Qingqiu is a man who hides his twin brother from the world with the ferocity of a phoenix-eyed mother crane.

Shen Yuan is a helpless transmigrator who wishes Airplane-bro had given even a single bit of backstory for this side character he's inhabiting!

Luo Binghe isn't doomed to face the Endless Abyss, but he is forced to confront something infinitely more frustrating: an overly protective brother.

Natsume Yuujinchou

What Colors Do You See In This Monochrome World by mermorgie.

Natori's voice brought him back to the present. "You alright there, Natsume?" The look the exorcist was giving him was warm and a tad concerned. Natsume gave him a small, but earnest smile. "I'm fine, Natori-san. Just a bit nervous." This was the truth. He had no idea why the head of the Matoba Clan invited him this time, but he was sure that the man was up to no good.

Or: Natsume gets invited to an exorcist meeting. He is not too happy about it, but at least the view is great.

Harry Potter

Three's Family by darkbluedark

It’s May 1979 and the Order has just apprehended a pair of mysterious wizards who look remarkably like a Potter and a Malfoy. Naturally, James Potter and Sirius Black are called in to identify the strangely familiar strangers and determine their backgrounds and loyalties.

(This would be a lot easier if their captives weren’t convinced everyone they talk to is dead. It would also be easier if they didn’t spend half their bloody time bickering.)

“Just ask them questions only they would know the answer to,” Malfoy suggests.

“There’s not a single thing that I know about either of them from the first war that any old Death Eater couldn’t find out.”

“How is that possible?” Malfoy huffs. “He’s your father!”

“Am I or am I not famously an orphan?” Potter snarls.

Once More Unto The Boggart by darkbluedark

Professor Lupin let out his breath very slowly. “So this is why you think you’ve been struggling to make progress with the Patronus charm? Because a part of you wants to let the dementor close, in a way, in order to hear your parents?”

Harry nodded again, though more guiltily this time. “I want to let the boggart out, just once, and, er, not cast the charm."

Those Who Have Seen by darkbluedark

Only those who have seen death can see thestrals.

It turns out, thestrals look different for those who have seen Death.

#happy halloween!!#this isn't a spooky/halloween themed post #i'm just excited that it's halloween #my posts #fic recs #weekly fic round up #hp recs #merlin recs #m!ik recs #ny recs #svsss recs

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going off of this post and its incredible insights about gideon and the fandom filtration and shitty treatment she gets as a butch woman of color i think there's also major critiques to be made re: the way people talk about pyrrha, especially pyrrha dve as a trans woman living in the body of g1deon who can be textually read as Black and is at the very least (because i know some of you will go tamsyn doesn't specify him as being Black the way you always do when non-white characters are not explicitly pointed out to be Black, despite fandom-wide portrayals of gideon and pyrrha both as Black!) a dark-skinned man of color.

some people in fandom are really happy to buy into the descriptions that augustine and mercymorn attribute to him when they're upset with him, animal-like, no better than a guard dog, and too incompetent to handle anything more than "simple soups and stews" without giving him the proper nuance and depth that they afford more or less every other character in the series — it really doesn't sit right with me that they will give every other character generous, layered interpretations and analysis but stop at gideon the first.

but as soon as it's pyrrha in gideon's body, she becomes someone who can be fetishized, desired, and used — features that are ostensibly exactly the same as gideon's become desirable and sexy, especially in fic, often with a focus on pyrrha's sexuality and her body rather than any attention to who she is as a person. it's especially noticeable in the way that people struggle to discuss pyrrha without reducing her to a sexy domme mommy / milf / great with the strap etc. etc. — and i'm not saying that pyrrha can't be hot or sexy or whatever, because that's not the point i'm trying to make, but you'll be racist about gideon the first and unable to think critically about him and how he's portrayed in htn in one breath and in the next talking about how bad you want pyrrha to dick you down.

it's the frequent issue we see on tumblr and in other spaces where trans women are thirsted after openly, their bodies sexualized and fetishized, and this is somehow considered to be a form of acceptance because if you say you want to have sex with trans women then that's good enough, and you shouldn't have to examine the way you treat trans women any more than that, especially trans women of color.

#fandom crit #pyrrha dve #gideon the first #tlt

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isoldmysoulforcheese · 1 year

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firstly, thank you for the gift of your writing - you’re very talented :) ♥️ could i request a super rough daryl smut with a fluffy ending? lots of slapping n humiliation plsss !! 😁

Nothing Compares

Paring: Daryl Dixon x female reader

Era: Season Four

Summary: Daryl releases all of his pent up sexual frustration upon you after not being alone with you for weeks

Warnings: Smut, swearing, domination, female masturbation, slapping, degradation, and humiliation

Word count: 9,434

(Btw, thank you so much, I'm glad you enjoy my writing, I always put a lot of effort into my writing so I'm happy so many people seem to like it :) Also, I don't really feel like this is my best work but I still hope you enjoy it)

As you laid upon you and Daryl's shared bed, you wondered to yourself how you could have possibly gotten yourself into this situation; you had a loving boyfriend, one who enjoyed to touch you and please you, and God, was he good at it, but here you were with your own hand stuffed lazily down your pants with your eyes pinched shut, day dreaming about the male.

Your dignified boyfriend was often gone during the day, usually participating in some sort of supply run, often absent for hours, or even days, on end as he collected contribution for the large prison group that had formed. Although you were proud of the male, happy to see him return safe and fulfilled at the end of every adventure, this still left you alone and yearning for him. When he wasn't on some sort of mission, he was hunting, brining home a large animal for the group to feast upon, and when he wasn't stalking some sort of critter, he was helping Rick or other civilians, and when he wasn't assisting others, he was exhausted, sleeping deeply within the comfort of your shared bed, which left seemingly no time for the two of you to share with one another.

At that moment, Daryl was taking part in a supply run with Glenn, Sasha, and whoever else decided to accompany them that day, when you found yourself with one arm draped over your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers, and the other cascaded down your body, your hand placed uncomfortably within the depths of your jeans.

You had laid a sloppy kiss upon the rugged males cheek before he departed, observing as the sun glistened upon his sweat glazed skin, his muscles bulging underneath the pressure he applied to them as he pulled himself upon his motorcycle. His hair was laced with perspiration, sticking to his forehead due to the extremely warm sun rays beating down upon the prison, heat that was causing his flesh to turn a slight pinkish color.

The view immediately sent you spiraling; his tense biceps, throbbing upon his arms as he gripped the bikes handlebars, an action that caused his muscles to pulse beneath his glimmering skin once more. The way he tossed his hair from his vision, jerking his head to the side to affectively rid of the locks. And finally, the way he had placed himself upon the motorcycle, arms outstretched as he grasped at he vehicles handlebars, shoulder blades grinding together beneath his vest as he straddled the leather seat.

Images of the male placed underneath the hot and simmering sun flashed through your mind as your fingers circled your clit, struggling underneath the confines of your tight jeans as you imagined the way his muscles moved like the tide or how good he looked with a cigarette placed between his lips, smoke bellowing around his head like some type of halo. Your body yearned for any sort of relief, practically touch deprived as you pleasured yourself.

Daryl and you hadn't had a moment of privacy together in about two weeks, which was setting a new record for the two of you as you used to fuck like wild animals at least every other day. The male was always busy with some sort of task, wether it be helping other group members or simply tuning up his motorcycle so it would be up and ready for the next journey. He was always tangled up in some sort of chore.

You deeply desired the hunter with every bone within your body, you wanted to feel his rough hands upon your skin as he fucked you senseless. No, want was an understatement, you needed to feel his calloused fingers laced in between the stands of your hair as he thrusted down your throat, every grind of his hips causing tears to roll down your flustered cheeks.

You brought your hand down to your yearning entrance, stuffing three of your fingers into your crotch to simply mimic only two of Daryl's, an action that caused you to let out a strangled moan, a vulgar noise caught within the burning flesh of your arm. You rolled your hips down upon your digits, chasing the small hint of pleasure that had erupted inside the depths of your abdomen.

But nothing ever seemed to feel as good as Daryl.

You let out a frustrated groan as you brought your fingers back up to your clit, circling it once more, but with much more fervor than before: You applied more pressure upon the bundle of nerves, your fingers revolving around your crotch in small, tight movements, squeezing your eyes shut as you mewled into the flesh of your upper arm, images of Daryl holding your frame into the mattress as he rutted into you appearing within your imagination.

God, you desperately needed to cum but nothing ever seemed to work.

"What er ya doin?"

The sudden noise echoing through your cell caused you to flinch; your heart began racing, rattling against your rib cage as your eyes flew open, irises growing wide as they darted around the room, quickly examining the area surrounding you in the hopes of solving the mystery of who had just rudely interrupted you. Your hand flew from the confines of your pants, landing upon your exposed torso as a heat began radiating into the fat of your arm, your face turning a deep shade of red as your frantic eyes continued to search the room for who could have possibly been disrupting you.

When your weary eyes finally landed upon Daryl, a smug look drawn across his face as he stood within the doorframe, the intense pounding of your heart began to simmer down.

The male was supporting a slight smirk that was beginning to inch across his lips, he had his arms crossed as he leaned against the cell door, fingers grasping at the exposed flesh of his upper limbs as the sheet hanging behind him settled within the wind. He licked his lips as you perceived him: His stance was dominant yet relaxed, the waist of his jeans was pulled taunt against his body, a very prominent bulge placed within the confines of his pants, which caused you to wonder just how long he had actually be standing there, watching you, listening to you, waiting for you.

His position caused a shock of fear, yet excitement, to electrify your body, a sensation that was completely thrilling. Your eyes practically ate up his posture, his ascendant stance causing your core to grow wetter, your entrance to clench around nothing, and your mind to go crazy. He looked absolutely sultry, your eyes began to devour him as you engraved the moment within your mind, all you wanted to do was jump up from your position upon the bed and fuck him senseless. But you knew better.

You both knew what was about to unfold between the two of you.

His eyes were pinched into small, observant slits as his pupils traveled across the landscape of your body; you watched as his vision traced your head, examining the flustered features that were visible upon your face: Your wide, trembling eyes, warm and crimson skin, and raised eyebrows. His vision scanned your hair, the way your locks were pooling upon the bed, surrounding your figure like a Van Gogh painting as your chest heaved. The rapid movements caused Daryl's eyes to dart down your body, resting upon your exposed torso. Your shirt had been yanked up your figure, just enough for you to shove your hand down your pants, an action that gave the male the ability to descry your stomach as it raised and fell at a swift pace. Your skin was a light red, a reaction to your ignored arousal as your hand drew small images upon the flesh of your abdomen, your v-line disappearing promptly within the depths of your trousers.

Daryl could feel himself growing painfully hard at the position in which you had placed yourself upon the bed; you looked absolutely breath taking, like a mythical being he had unknowingly stumbled across as your body trembled.

The male had also been depraved of your sweet and delicate touch, yearning for your body as his own hands could never seem to do it for him anymore. He had been growing erect at random moments, his member becoming hard as he leaned across his bike, the warmth of the vehicle transmitting through his jeans as he fought against the overpowering urge to rut himself against the object. Or, he would randomly stiffen within the confines of his pants while on supply runs, unable to relieve himself in such a populated situation so he would just have to manage with the aching boner concealed within his jeans.

Although it was just your boyfriend, a flustered heat continued to spread across the vast land of your face as his observant eyes appeared to be tracing your entire being. You were becoming extremely nervous underneath his unfaltering gaze, embarrassed as he watched you, his eyes burning holes upon your body.

Doubtful thoughts suddenly began rushing through your head: What if he was angry or disappointed in you? What if he was judging you or disgusted with you? But, this was your Daryl you were thinking about, and if you had actually taken a moment to think about the entire situation, you would have eventually come to the correct conclusion that no, he wasn't angry or disgusted, instead, he was overcome with a feeling of deep desire and he was about to fuck you until you couldn't walk properly.

You slowly removed the arm placed upon your face, mustering up the small amount of courage left within your flustered body as you dropped your limb upon the mattress, an action that caused the bed frame to slightly rattle.

"I-I," you paused, stumbling over your sentence as you had troubles explaining yourself "Daryl, uhm, well-"

"Stand up." He interrupted your mindless dribble, his voice cold and blunt.

His sudden words caused your heart to skip a beat, your eyes quickly scanning his face for any sign of anger as he took a large step towards you: His features were blank, eyes void of any emotion as he loomed over you, his body casting a large shadow upon the bed as his frame contradicted the glow being illuminated from the small lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. His tone was plain-spoken and a bit eery, the sound of his voice insinuated not any specific emotion, just monotone and direct. His vocalization caused a sinking feeling to quickly appear within the depths of your gut.

Your heart was pounding so intensely that you were sure the hunter could hear it as you quickly followed his vague orders, pulling yourself up upon your elbows, the rough fabric of the comforter scraping against your skin before you rose to your exposed feet. The sudden movements caused your legs to grow weak as the male peered down upon you, limbs shaking as your eyes locked. Your mind grew hazy, vision turning fuzzy as his dull eyes connected with your own, your body growing weak under his scrutinizing gaze.

The room had grown an unsettling aura, the tension thick as the archer took a seat upon the messy bed, the furniture creaking below his weight as he settled upon the mattress. The blankets pooled around his frame as he leaned back upon his forearms, eyes scanning your quivering figure as you stood awkwardly in front of him, feet cold against the concrete flooring.

The freezing ground sent a wave of crisp air up your legs, spreading across your thighs before dying out upon your waist. You struggled to fight the urge to fend off the chill, trying your best not to begin to dance from one foot to another, instead, you just allowed goosebumps to spread across your body, small lumps littering your skin as you uncomfortably waited for Daryl to speak once more.

"Strip." He said, simply.

Your breath caught within the back of your throat due to his request, face burning hot as he gazed upon you, waiting impatiently for you to heed to his commands.

You knew not to argue with the male, you had grown to understand that he would just simply punish you if you objected. He would discipline you until you were a sobbing and overstimulated mess sprawled out upon his lap, begging for him to have mercy on you. So you just simply obeyed his orders.

Your hands began to venture up your body, gliding up your thighs and tickling the skin across your torso before your fingers found the hem of your shirt. Your digits dug at the thin fabric of your worn top before your palms wrapped themselves around the circumference of your shirt. Your began to slowly drag the article of clothing up your body, hoping you didn't pass out from embarrassment right there upon the cold, cell floor as you revealed your toned chest to the male. You felt the cloth slide across your stomach, over the curves of your clothed breasts, and up your neck before you pulled the shirt above your head, Daryl shakily exhaling from below you as you did so.

The male had seen your body about a thousand times, he had made you strip from him multiple times, and he observed you as you stood embarrassed and exposed numerous amount of times, but your appearance never seemed to thrill him any less; your figure always seemed to excite him, his cock growing painfully hard as you exposed yourself to him, his mind overflowing with a deep feeling of desire and lust whenever he laid his eyes upon you.

You could feel his irises upon your figure as his vision glided across the curves of your abdomen, tracing over your flushed waist, gazing at your perfect torso, skimming across your trembling shoulders, eyeing your exposed collarbones, and finally, his eyes landed upon your clothed breasts. A twinge of pleasure shot through his length as he observed your boobs, adoring the way they bounced and jiggled as they fell from the restraint of your shirt.

Your eyes momentarily landed upon the hunter, observing him as he sat across from you, searching his features for any sign of disapproval or disgust. You were expecting to see his eyebrows furrowed, his blue orbs overcome by a look of pure anger, and for his lips to be drawn into a thin, confused line. But instead, you were met by a man absolutely lust struck:

There was a small grin drawn across his mouth, his bottom lip pulled taunt between the top row of his teeth as his right hand rested upon the bulge throbbing beneath his legs. His eyes were dark, hungry as they observed your body, waiting for you to remove another piece of cloth from your figure. He was watching you like some sort of porno, desperate and craving for another section of your frame to be revealed to him as he lightly palmed his restricted erection.

Your head fell to the side as your shirt slipped from your grasp, sliding from your palm as you let out a small breath. The top floated to the floor as your fingers danced across your sides, face lolling upon your shoulder as you grew too embarrassed to espy him much longer. You could feel the brown haired male's eyes glued to your hands as you brought your digits up to the clasp of your bra, fidgeting with the lock as your face burned, the heat traveling down your nape.

The male let out a low groan as you finally unlatched the hooks of your bra, the article of clothing slowly sliding down your arms, caressing your horripilation effected skin before the cups clattered upon the stone floor.

You held your eyes shut, squeezing your eyelids together as you paused momentarily, conjuring up the nerve to continue, your legs growing weak as your mind grew crazy under the immense amount of pressure. You and Daryl had been together for a long while at that point, maybe a couple months or so, and he had treated you with the up most respect: He never made you uncomfortable, self-conscious, or fearful, he had always had a positive effect upon you, causing you to feel amazing, worthy, and he had even caused your ego to inflate over time. But, he still had some sort of dominating hold upon you in the bedroom: He made you feel humiliated, but in the best way possible; he made a wave of embarrassment wash over you, a collision that was laced with excitement, the thrill of his cock soon to be slamming into you always made the experience so enthralling.

"Look at me." He said, his voice loud, echoing around the dingy room.

Your heart sank into your stomach at his words, butterflies appearing within the depths of your abdomen. His voice was sudden and stern, his strong tone caused a slight feeling of unsettlement to grow within the depths of your gut. Had you done something wrong? Had you upset him?

"I said look at me, girl." He spat once more.

Too afraid to dismiss his orders, knowing that he would become angry with you if you did so, taking out his frustration upon your pussy, you did as you were told, your eyes slowly falling open as your neck rotated. Your head suddenly felt ten times heavier upon your shoulders, a sensation that caused your neck to struggled beneath the weight of your spinning head as your eyes rolled upon the male.

Daryl had his legs spread as he leaned back upon his forearms, his cock still pressing harshly against the fabric of his jeans, pleading to be released from the restricting clothing as he watched you. He struggled with not allowing his hand to force itself into the depths of his pants and begin to pleasure himself as he observed the show you were putting on for him. His hair was dangling in front of his face, an action that caused a shadow to be casted upon his eyes as a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. He shifted within his spot upon the mattress, satisfaction washing over him as he watched you submit to his orders, waiting for you to continue once more.

You swallowed the knot within your throat, eyes stinging as your vision stayed glued to the male's, doing your best to calm the plaguing nerves that were currently causing your legs to tremble from beneath you. Your hands began to slide down your body, once again dancing down your smooth sides and skimming across your warm stomach before landing upon the waistband of your pants.

Due to the fact that your zipper had already been pulled down and the button of your jeans had previously been tugged undone due to your prior actions, you skipped straight to pushing your bottoms down your legs. The rough fabric pulled at the soft skin upon your thighs, scraping at the inside of your legs as you forced them down your limbs until you were able to shimmy out of the cloth and kick it briskly off to the side of the room, landing beside your shirt and bra.

The archer licked his lips impatiently as he yearned for you to rid of the last piece of cloth, the article of clothing that was covering the part of you he desired the most. His hands began to shake with anticipation as his cock practically begged to be stuffed deep within your wet walls, twitching within the confines of his pants, pulsing against the stitching of his jeans at the mere thought of getting to fuck you.

You remained within the bliss of your underwear for a moment longer, enjoying the comfortable sensation before you were to inevitably remove the last piece of clothing, allowing Daryl to go feral upon your body.

Once you were satisfied with the duration you had unknowingly made the male wait, you slowly began to push your underwear down your thighs. Your dripping cunt was exposed to both the crisp cell air and the impatient redneck as you ripped your garments down to the floor, the cloth pooling around your ankles.

The entire experience had caused you to grow extremely wet, your cunt immensely sensitive, clit throbbing due to the long over due fuck session that was about to ensue. You liked the feeling of Daryl's eyes upon you, his harsh gaze causing a shiver to crawl up your spine, an utterly confusing pleasurable mix of humiliation and embarrassment coursing through your veins as you stood totally exposed to the male. While he remained entirely dressed.

Your eyes darted across the hunter's face, still obeying his orders to "look at him" as you stood awkwardly in front of him; you observed the way he watched you, a look of pure desperation and hunger resided deep within his lust blown pupils as his eyes scanned your body.

Daryl absolutely adored your figure: He loved the indent your torso left upon your waist, he was attracted to the meat of your legs, the way the fat of your thighs jiggled when he pounded into you, he liked the soft skin placed upon your stomach, a perfect canvas for him to paint with various types of marks, and finally, he admired the way your breasts sat upon your chest, your boobs practically begging to be engulfed by his large palms. Although you were unaware of this fact, if you simply turned to him one day and exclaimed that you were never going to fuck him once more, he would probably fall to his knees and beg for you. Your body was like a masterpiece to the male, a beautiful piece of art work that only he got to lay his eyes upon.

Once Daryl was satisfied with his long extended viewing of your body, burning the imagine of your figure into his mind for later usage, he pushed himself from his elbows, sitting up before leaning forward, quick movements which caused the bed frame to groan from beneath him. The male reached out before grasping at your hips, his fingers clawing at your exposed flesh, digits digging into your soft skin before hastily pulling you towards him, desperate to burry his cock deep within you before someone beckoned for his assistance once more.

Once you were placed between his spread knees, your soaked core at eye level with the male, he allowed his own hands to travel across your thighs, feeling the soft texture of your skin beneath his adventurous palms before giving the meat of your limbs a harsh squeeze. The action caused you to wince in pain, his hands squishing your flesh between his finger tips, rolling the fat between his palms before releasing. He rubbed the sore spots upon your legs, caressing the red blotches before pulling an arm back. You watched ignorantly as he swung his limb forwards, landing a firm slap against your already irritated skin.

You let out an involuntary yelp upon receiving his strike, a small prick of pain spreading beneath your skin as the male marveled at the way your body reacted to his beatings: The way small waves appeared across your flesh, thighs jiggling as a reaction to his slap while you grit your teeth in agony.

Daryl hastily brought his hands back to the welt he had left upon your skin, his fingers quick to caress the pinkish flesh, rubbing his digits across your sore thigh for a few moments; his actions caused you to stare down upon him, smitten with the way he was fast to comfort you, swift to caress your stinging appendage.

Suddenly, his hands flew to your waist once more, your body flinching as a reaction to his previous smack, fear lacing your thoughts before he yanked you down to the bed. The male pulled you to the mattress, body flailing beneath his dominant movements as your frame bounced upon the large piece of furniture. You let out a giggle as the bed squeaked from below you, the wind flying through your hair causing your locks to blow in the breeze, thin strands landing all around your head as your figure settled within the mattress.

The archer watched as your body jumped upon the bedding, breasts bouncing up and down as he pushed you into the sheets, an action that caused the blankets to bellow around you, inflating with air as he observed you. All the hunter wanted to do was to stick his dick in you right then and there, to make your breasts roll back and forth as they had when you landed upon the mattress, the movements causing his cock to twitch within the confines of his jeans.

He had maneuvered your limbs upon the furniture so you were laying flat upon your back, body relaxing comfortably within the cushion as you gazed up towards the paint chipped ceiling, eyes scanning over all the thin webs spiders had created within the deep crevasses of the cell as you waited anxiously for Daryl's following actions.

The bed creaked from beneath you as Daryl began to lean forward, a noise that made you ponder upon how exactly no one had questioned you about the loud thrashing that often came from deep within your cell. Had no one heard your pleasure filled sobs as the male rutted into you, bed threatening to give out as the two of you fucked like wild animals?

Spoiler alert: They defiantly had.

As Daryl's frame began to block your vision, his large figure casting a shadow upon you, your body swimming in the inky darkness of the lighting as his mouth landed upon you. His blotchy tongue began licking at the soft skin that covered your jawline, lips sucking at the junction at which your jaw and neck met. His tongue upon you felt absolutely heavenly, his wet lips lapping at your skin was a sensation that you had deeply missed. As he sucked a hickey upon your tender neck, you let out a slight groan as a response to his actions, his lips applying pressure to your flesh as he practically inhaled your jawline.

His hands began to travel across your body, fingers sliding up and down the skin of your torso, digits dipping into your warm skin as he explored your flesh. Your frame felt perfect under his own, like you were made to be squirming beneath him as he groped at your figure like a horny, sex deprived teenager while he marked your skin, littering your jawline with about two hickeys and an undecipherable amount of kisses and kitten licks.

He inhaled, taking in a deep whiff of your scent as your presence seemed to surround him entirely: You smelt of lavender with a mix of sweat, a smell that the male could only describe as utterly perfect; he wanted to be engulfed within your grasp, he yearned to cum while being completely surrounded by you, while he vision was focused upon your pleasure filled face, he need to feel his sweat glazed body pressed up against your own, and he wanted his nostrils to be filled with the smog of your fragrance, he needed all of his senses to be busy with you as his mind gained an unimaginable high by your essence.

Finally, once he was satisfied with his attack upon your jawline, he slowly moved down to his next target: Your neck.

The feeling of Daryl hovering over you was completely quintessential; having the male's body pressed against your own was heavenly, chests heaving as the rough fabric of his clothing rubbed against your naked figure. The pressure of his frame weighing you down felt amazing, his warm skin pushing you into the cushions beneath you as he laid upon you, was surprisingly comforting.

The feeling of both his lips and hands upon you simultaneously was extremely relieving. All the stress seemed to diminish from deep within your being as he kissed you, his facial hair tickling your skin, his locks brushing against your face as his hands grabbed and gripped at your curves. The warmth of his textured fingers transferred from his digits to your skin, a feeling that caused you to let out a slight sigh as you cuddled into his touch, allowing his hands to caress and stroke your figure as his mouth continued its attack upon your skin, littering your flesh with small love bites and large hickeys.

You observed the way he sunk across your body as his lips traveled down you neck, continuing to litter hickeys upon the soft skin covering your neck, causing dark purple and red marks to appear upon your nape. Blots you would have to speak about in an equivocate manner as you were overcome by a large wave of utter shame and embarrassment.

"Everone's gonna know who ya belong ta when I'm done with ya." Daryl spoke, almost as though he was reading your mind.

As his hot breath pooled down your neck, glazing your skin in warm air, his hand began to travel down your body; you felt the pads of his fingers trail across your skin, moving from your torso, across your trembling navel, and gliding across your v-line before finally landing upon your thigh.

His hand was resting upon your leg as his mouth kissed at your sternohyoid, lips pressing against your skin as he rubbed your thigh. His palms close proximity to your soaked core sent your mind spiraling, your hips began to slightly rotate in the hopes of relieving your yearning crotch of some sort of pressure. And it seemed to work momentarily. A small sock of pleasure reverberating throughout your lower body as you rutted your hips against nothing, a small whimper falling from the chambers of your throat.

Once Daryl had noticed your desperate actions, your waist rolling tentatively against the mattress, he brought his hand back, swinging it forward to land another firm smack upon your thigh. A loud thwap sound echoed throughout the room due to his actions, the sound of pure skin pounding against skin as you whimpered, movements stuttering to a pathetic stop.

Another smack placed upon your body caused your thigh to begin to sting, skin reddening once more as it grew irritated and pain filled; every slap the hunter littered across your flesh sent a wave of pleasure mixed with agony coursing through your body, mind growing fuzzy as you desperately desired more, his hands releasing a perfect combination of torture and excitement upon your exhilarated figure.

Suddenly, his hand slid from its place upon your burning thigh, skin twitching as his fingers danced across your leg until they landed upon his desired destination: in between your dripping folds. He allowed his digits to slide across your pussy, collecting as much moister within his palm before his fingers entered you.

His actions elicited a shuttered moan from your mouth, jaw dropping as you left your lips agape, small gasps exiting your throat; you were now completely drenched for the male, his lips attacking your body caused your cunt to relax entirely for the archer, a reaction that caused his intrusion upon your core to work effortlessly, fingers sliding into your entrance with ease.

His digits stretched you as he placed two fingers within your aching pussy, digits swimming within the confines of your wet walls as he let out a deep groan, his mind imagining just what it would feel like when his hands were replaced with his throbbing cock. He maneuvered his fingers within you before beginning to slowly thrust them back and forth while his mouth continued to cover the flesh upon your neck with kitten licks and small kisses. All of his actions were an attempt to prep both your body and mind for the inevitable fuck down he was about to unleash upon your entire being.

"What were ya thinkin bout?" He asked, interrogating you about your previous actions.

His head traveled down your body once more as he let you ponder upon his question, teeth monetarily nipping at your accentuated collar bones before his lips paused upon your chest. His mouth began to kiss down your upper chest, licking at the soft skin as his lips moved towards your breasts; your ribs heaved, yearning for his mouth to be upon your nipples as he sucked hickeys onto the mounds of your boobs.

His words had taken you off guard, a slight wave of embarrassment washing over you as his fingers curled upwards from inside of you and his lips latched around your areola, knowing you would soon have to admit that you were fantasizing about him as you attempted to get yourself off. You let out a horse moan at his movements, body grinding down upon his hands as you arched your back, hoping to press your breast further between his soft lips.

"Y-You." You stuttered out as your core chased his fingers.

Daryl appeared to like that response as he groaned, your skin muffling his vocalization as his mouth sucked upon your nipple, tongue lapping at the bud as his fingers continued to caress your walls.

His digits were now being thrusted into you, stroking your walls as his knuckles rolled deep within you. Pleasure began to build within your abdomen, a pressure forming as he fingered you, hips rutting against his hands as your entrance clenching around his large fingers. Your sensitive clit began to throb with desire, yearning to be touched and rubbed after weeks of being ignored.

His mouth upon your breast was adding to the knot growing within your stomach, textured tongue licking at your nipple before releasing the bud, his mouth quickly busying itself with the fat of your boobs, sucking hickeys upon both of the lumps. A stream of moans and whines were tumbling from your lips as he pulled the skin of your chest into his mouth, leaving dark purple marks littered upon your flesh as his digits continued to pound into you.

"What bout me, doll?" He asked, his voice raspy as he traipsed further down your body.

His lips moved across the hills of your breasts, placing gentle kisses upon your skin as his head traveled beneath you, his free hand pushing him further down the bed as he crawled to your stomach; he littered your body with marks once more, nipping and sucking at your navel as you mewled at the tension building within your stomach.

The pet name caused your body to convulse, back arching into his mouth as his soft tongue licked at your v-line, teeth grazing your waist as you helplessly cleaned around him.

"H-How you are gon-gonna hold me down and-and," you paused momentarily, embarrassment washing over you as you conjured up the courage to confess that you yearned for him, that you needed him so bad that you often day dreamed of the sexual acts he released upon you "and relentlessly f-fuck me."

You struggled with your words as he pleasured you, your walls detecting every crease and crevice littered upon his fingers, every ridge and knuckle as you road his digits like your life depended on it. You circled your hips around his hand, body rotating as you chased the pleasure he was bestowing upon you, moans escaping your throat like a never ending symphony.

Your vocalization was another sentence the hunter seemed to enjoy as it urged him to move further down your body, scooting down the bed until he placed himself at eye level with your dripping cunt, his hot breath pooling upon your exposed pussy as he continued to slam his fingers into you.

He was practically silent for a while, mute as he observed your crotch, allowing a few groans to slip from between his lips as he watched the way his fingers entered you. He attentively observed the way his digits disappeared within the depths of your pussy, cunt practically engulfing his skin as you rolled your hips onto him, your wetness pooling around his hands before dripping onto the bed below you. Daryl adored the way you clenched around him, crotch twitching as you clamped down around his fingers, yearning for your release.

"Is that what ya want, ya dirty lil whore? For me ta fuck ya till ya can't stand?" He spoke, his words almost mocking, his tone filled with satire as you and him both knew the obvious answer to his questions.

You nodded frantically, body yearning for his mouth to finally be placed upon your dripping cunt, his lips mere inches away, the warmth of his breath colliding against your core. You desperately desired to feel his wet tongue sloppily licking at your crotch like the worlds most delicious candy, to feel the sensation of his mouth wrapping around your clit, sucking at the bundle of nerves until you unraveled within his grasp. You needed him to allowed you to cum.

"I needa hear ya say it, girl." He spoke, his words sending vibrations clashing against your exposed pussy, drawing a whine from your exhausted lips.

"Y-yes, Daryl." Was all you could muster as your face turned a deep shade of red.

As quick as he had pushed his fingers into you, he yanked them out, leaving you empty and unoccupied, an action that caused you to let out a slight whine in frustration. You clenched around nothing before your mewl was cut short, Daryl flying up the bed and wrapping his arms around your waist caused your whimper to transition into a high pitched squeal.

Satisfied with the masterpiece had had made of your body, skin practically covered in dark hickeys, red marks, and small bites, he moved onto the next step of your long awaited endeavor: He flipped you around, spinning you in his arms as you had the wind pulled from your lungs, shock momentarily knocking the breath from you before he placed your delicate frame upon the mattress.

He had placed you upon your stomach, yanking your ass into the air as his palm skimmed up your back, a sensation that sent a shiver down your spine as he forced the side of your head into the pillow placed beneath you; your breasts were pressed against the bedding, hard nipples rubbing against the fabric of the blankets as the male placed a firm slap upon your ass, a sharp pain jolting through your skin as you had successfully placed into the doggy style position.

Daryl observed your body laid beneath him, pussy fully exposed to his hungry eyes as your ass swayed within the air, skin rippling due his previous smack. He licked his lips as he stared down upon you, noticing the way you clenched around nothing, core dripping due to his previous actions, yearning to be stuffed with his throbbing member.

"How bad do ya wan it girl, tell me, let me hear yer pretty voice." He spoke as he placed his palm upon your ass, hand kneading at the warm flesh of your rear.

You bit your lip, the realization that he was still entirely dressed as you remained exposed to him hitting you like a ton of bricks; you were a moaning and whining mess beneath him as he still had his pants secured tightly around his waist, belt and all. The crisp air of the cell pooled across your back, the recently discovered fact causing you to whine desperately as his hand forced your cheek further into the rough mattress.

"Please, Daryl, I want-no, no" you paused, cutting your own voice off as you thought momentarily, searching for your next choice of words "I need you."

The second vocalization of his name caused the male to groan from behind you, your voice smooth and soft like honey as it entered the chambers of his ears. And, although you had done what he had asked, exclaiming how badly you needed him, it didn't appear to be enough for the archer, he desired more, he yearned for more.

"And, what is it tha ya need me ta do?" He asked for clarification, even though it was quite obvious what exactly you craved from him.

You let out a shaky breath before you spoke, growing agitated as he teased you, fighting the overpowering urge to just rut your ass against his clothed cock at that very moment.

"I want your dick in me, I need you to just fuck me already. Hard."

Your words appeared to satisfy the archer as your ears picked up the sound waves of the rustle of his clothes from behind you as Daryl had grown irritated of the sensation of his dick straining against the confines of his jeans. You heard the clasp of his belt clang together before the sound of his zipper being released echoed from behind you.

You smiled in anticipation, hands gripping at the sheets as you clenched around nothing, stomach pressed against the mattress as the blankets tickled your skin; you had been yearning for his blessing of a cock to be stuffed deep within you for what felt like years, desperately grinding against multiple pieces of furniture like a cat in heat as you thought of him, his muscles pulsing from above you as he groaned into the crook of your neck.

And you knew the large build up of arousal within Daryl over the past two weeks was gonna make this experience a memorable one.

The male swiftly removed his vest, tossing it to the side before his hands returned to the buttons of his shirt, his leather jacket landing with a thump somewhere upon the floor. His blunt nails yanked at the ovals upon his top, quickly pulling them loose until he was able to slide the thin material from his body, chuckling the shirt off to the side where it inevitably landed along side his jacket, clattering upon the concrete flooring.

Daryl pushed his pants down just enough to reach his cock, hand wrapping around the base of his shaft to steady himself. His member was pulsating, yearning to be buried deep within you and the way his tip reddened and the amount of pre cum that was glazing his cock, he was under the assumption that this session wasn't going to last as long as he had hoped. His body desperate for release due to the build of both desire and lust.

"Ya gotta be quiet for me, girl. Alrigh?" He asked, pausing until he watched you nod from below him, hair bounding back and forth as you shook your head "And yer gonna take what I give ya."

Once you rewarded his words with another nod and a slight whine, signaling that you were in fact planing to obey his demands, he slapped your ass once more. The male waited momentarily, observing as a red hand print appeared upon your ass, joining the array of others, before he leaned forward, beginning to harshly enter you.

The feeling of his throbbing dick had almost become foreign to your insides, the sensation of him filling you had been one you hadn't received in much too long. You let out a loud moan as a result to his actions, the males name echoing around the room as he stretched you out, the inches he had inserted within you causing a shock of pleasure to explode within the lower regions of your figure. You pushed your hips backwards upon the male, needfully engulfing more of his cock, chasing the previous zap of pleasure.

Daryl interpreted your vocalization as a distinct sign of disobedience, a direct strive towards trying to aggravate him, so he thrusted his hips forward, bottoming out within you in one, fluid motion.

"Ya want everone to hear ya moan my name, slut? Ya want everone to hear how good I make ya feel?" He spoke, his member throbbing between your pulsing walls.

As a result to his words, you clenched around the archer, feeling the way his cock twitched due to how your pussy contracted around him. You could feel every pulsing vein littered upon his flustered skin, the way his dick curved within you, and the way his blunt tip seemed to poke at the farthest wall of your cunt, pressing against your sopping barriers.

Another slap was rewarded to your ass as Daryl settled within you, smacking the already sore spot caused you to bite back a moan, your flesh becoming slightly numb due to his repetitive strikes. He placed another slap upon the fat of your ass, then another, and then another, landing blow after blow upon your sore skin until he was pleased with the way your legs shook beneath him.

You desperately wanted to bounce upon the male, to harshly press your bottom upon his abdomen over and over again in an attempt to slowly reach the high in which your body basically needed at that point. You needed him to just hurry up and grab your hips before slamming his dick into you, to fuck you without mercy until he painted your yearning walls a cloudy white.

You felt the hunter collect your hair within his palm, lacing your locks between his fingers before yanking your head back, pulling at the strands upon your head until your scalp burned. His actions caused your body to bound backwards upon him, a movement that caused you to swallow a low groan as he began to fuck into you.

The thrusts he began to emit into you were fast and hard, your ass reverberating against his stomach as he pounded into you, the sound of flesh slapping together, his low grunts, and the bed squeaking began to echo around you. His cock began to pound into you, rutting into your elastic entrance and grinding against your warm walls with fervor, his thrusts animalistic causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you; it grew harder and harder to muffle your moans as he pounded into you, bouncing your cunt upon his dick as he rutted against your sensitive walls, small mewls escaping your lips.

You began to rotate your figure against his own, matching his rough rhythm as he stuffed his member within you, actions that caused Daryl's breath to falter; the male couldn't deny the growing knot within his stomach, the pressure beginning to appear within his lower abdomen that was approaching much quicker than he would have liked. The way your body moved beneath him practically hypnotized the male, the ripples that appeared upon the skin of your ass with ever thrust he placed within you, the way your body began to glaze itself with sweat, and the way your torso rotated in perfect motions put Daryl deep within a trance, his legs suddenly growing weak beneath him.

"Ya like tha, ya little slut?" He spoke, his words slurred as his frame curled over your own, upper body exhausted as his hips somehow managed to pick up speed, beating into you like a jack hammer.

His figure collapsed around your own, forearms falling upon the mattress, bouncing beside where your head now lay upon the bed, your perspiration laced chests molding together as he thrusted harshly into the confines of your weeping pussy. Your skin slid against his own, drenched bodies suctioning together as his chest clashed into your back.

The warmth of his body engulfed you as you began to near your finish, a tension building within the depths of your cunt as the male bit at your neck, his previous words ringing through your ears. His sudden attack upon your neck elicited a yelp from you, his teeth sinking into your tattered and sensitive skin as a twinge of pain appeared beneath the skin of your nape, your scream muffled by the loud noise of his sweat covered skin slapping against your own.

"Ive gotta make up for all our lost time together, sun shine." He exclaimed, his voice raspy as he whispered into the shell of your ear.

He continued to snap his hips into your own, dick pounding away at your pleasure filled cunt, slowly guiding you towards your high as he began to twitch within you. The both of you were quickly descending upon your orgasms, the weeks of pent up sexual frustration causing the entire experience to end much sooner than you hoped it would. His cock beginning to twitch between your throbbing walls caused you to teeter upon the edge of your high, a few more grinds received from Daryl's hips were sure to cause the knot to snap, for your body to unravel beneath his own.

"Ya gonna cum?" He asked, voice breathy as he picked up on the way your entrance clenched around him and how you began to ride his throbbing cock much harsher than before.

You nodded weakly from below him as the male nipped at your tender skin once more, your inevitable finish an undeniable fact.

"Then cum for me, doll."

With that, he began to roll his hips into you, caressing your walls as your cunt came around him. As a wave of pleasure washed over you, body convulsing from beneath the male as you clenched around his shaft, his hips continued their brutal torture upon your cunt. Your mind grew hazy, vision becoming blurry as you instinctually cried out, your overpowering orgasm causing the archers name to tumble from your lips, completely disregarding his previously enforced rule of silence. Your pussy contracted around his member as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

Your finish quickly escalated into over stimulation as his ravenous attack upon your crotch didn't seem to falter, your vulgar moans of pleasure, mixed with a growing pain, only seeming to urge Daryl further. You cried into the bed spread below you, body trembling underneath the affect of his powerful cock as his own finish began to quickly gain upon him, your tightening entrance practically sending over the edge.

"F-fuck," he gasped, pausing before speaking once more "shit, fuck, m gonna cum." He groaned out as your cries of agonizing pleasure caused his finish to creep up upon the male.

Suddenly, the hunter ripped his cock from the confines of your cunt, relieving your core from his borderline torturous thrusts as his hot cum spilled out upon your back, his seed caking your skin as his hips stilled. His dick twitched as a deep pleasure exploded within his abdomen, gasping as his high harshly washed over him. The feeling of powerful rapture vibrated through his body, his legs shaking from beneath him as his member pulsed, overpowered by a strong sensation of pleasure.

Your body trembled from below him as ropes of his finish landed upon the flesh of your upper body, the overstimulation he had made you endure causing your legs to grow weak. Your entrance turned sore due to his heavy beating upon your cunt, his rapid pace and large size causing your spent crotch to fill with a slight pain.

If Daryl had had the time to fend off his own finish, he would have gladly made you swallow his seed, an opportunity he mentally slapped himself for missing.

Once your chests had successfully stopped heaving, once his cock had stopped twitching and your legs had given out beneath you, the male rolled off of you, landing beside your limp body placed upon the bed. The frame groaned from below his figure, the two of you laying in silence for a while, recovering from your previous activities as you caught your breath.

Daryl began to pepper small kisses upon the shell of your right ear minutes later, lightly pecking at the red skin was always an action that let you know that the male had finally returned to his regular, caring self.

"Are ya okay?" He whispered into the quiet room, his arms reaching out to collect you within his grasp.

He pulled you towards him, an action that caused your chests to press together, the warmth of your bodies combining into one as he held you within his large arms. The feeling of his muscular biceps wrapped around you always seemed to comfort you, the smell of sweat mixed with dirt and pine wafting into your nostrils was a surprisingly relaxing scent as you cuddled into his grasp.

"Mhmmm." You purred contently in response, a small smile tugging upon the corners of your mouth.

You adored the way your boyfriend always cared to your every waking need after he practically destroyed your pussy, your extremely strong orgasm still causing your sensitive body to twitch and convulse within the buff males grip.

Once you had agreed that you were in fact okay, the male suddenly leaned over, body hovering above your own as he retrieved a towel that had been draping off the corner of a chair placed across from the bed. He sat upon the bed once he had successfully returned with the cloth, balling it up within his grasp before beginning to wipe you down with the fabric; the soft towel grazing your skin after you endured the males dick practically felt heavenly as it collected the sweat and cum glazing your body, drying your flesh of its previous discomforts.

Once he had finally cleaned you, ridding your flesh of any form of liquid or mess, he rose from his spot upon the bed.

You let out a whine in utter disappointment as you watched the male button his pants once more, your body yearning for the warmth and comfort of his own as he pushed up against you. Disheartened, you observed him as he tossed the messy towel to the side, joining the pile of clothing that had previously formed before he waltzed over towards your shared dresser, footsteps echoing around the room as he yanked multiple drawers open. He dug through the belongings placed within the bureau, retrieving some of his clothing from your shared dresser: A pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts for you to comfortably support, one much too large for your small figure.

As he traipsed back towards the bed, feet sliding against the concrete floor, you groggily sat up, forcing your palms into the mattress as you pushed yourself up right, body growing heavy as you swayed within your spot upon the bed. You suddenly noticed how much your entrance ached as you finally rose, happily retrieving the fabric from the males grasp.

Daryl crawled back into the comfort of the warm mattress, the smell of sex filling his nostrils as you dressed yourself, the soft fabric caressing your skin as you slid the clothing upon your body, your figure practically pooling within his shirt and boxers. The silky cloth hugging your flesh felt amazing, the scent of your boyfriend quickly entering the caves of your nose. Over time, the fragrance of pine, dirt, and sap had grown to be one of your absolute favorites.

You flopped down next to your boyfriend once more, Daryl quickly taking this opportunity to drag you back into his grasp, cuddling you into his stomach as he proceeded to comb his fingers through your hair.

"You're." He placed a kiss upon your forehead "So." Another peck upon your skin, this time placed upon the bridge of your nose "Beautiful." Another placement of his lips upon the tip of your nose "So." A kiss upon your chin "Perfect." He sang as he finally placed a peck upon your own lips.

You giggled as you melded your mouth upon his own, plush lips pushed against his own as he effectively began playing with your locks, stroking your strands of hair, allowing your locks to pool within his palms. The feeling of his hands caressing your head soothed you, pleasure coursing through your scalp as he rubbed his fingers against your skull.

When your mouths finally detached, you placed your head upon his chest, nuzzling your face into his body, exhausted as the room grew comfortably silent.

The sound of muffled voices filled your cell, a far off melody that practically comforted you to sleep. An afternoon light pooled into your room as the sheet hung in the doorframe fluttered in the slight wind, the cell becoming warm as the male successfully lulled you to sleep as he messaged your scalp, your body relaxing within the confines of his large arms.

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