#walker's eyes i can't 🥺

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2 batteries away

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: if he can choose to spend time with someone else rather than you, daryl would do it. not because he hates you. he simply doesn't have any type of connection with you. and you are so young. but when rick demands that you join him on a scavenge hunt, he doesn't have much of a saying into it, and chooses to act unbothered. he also chooses to ignore the way you tease him the whole trip, your hips swaying just a bit more when walking than usual. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: daryl dixon x female reader 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: alexandria, pre-negan 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: big age gap, reader is half daryl's age 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: voyeurism, masturbation, breath-play, subtle ddlg, toys, subtle dacryphilia

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i am on season ten of twd (my first time watching) and it feels like this man's clothes keep getting tighter and tighter each episode and i am so here for it. also the way his arms magically always glisten in the sun as he subtly flexes when the camera is on him? give me a break I BEG

Also I miss Rick very much 🥺

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"i have a special request. if i'm allowed to do that." a playful voice calls behind you.

you turn around, squinting. the sun is high up in the sky, and right in your eyes. you make out carol's short hair, and nod at her as a sign to keep speaking.

"i'm gonna need something i can make cookies or cakes with. hazelnut, chocolate, almonds,... you know. cake stuff." the woman smiles.

"i'm going out for ibuprofen and possibly viagra, not chocolate."

"viagra? for who?"

you chuckle under the cap rosita has given you, and try to subtly glance over at the man loading the car with weapons. he grunts, glaring at you and instantly shutting down the bullying party you wanted to start.

"i don't need no damn viagra." he slams the trunk door shut, and walks past you, intentionally pushing his shoulder into yours.

you fall a step back, holding in a laugh. carol has her hands on her hips, but her laugh isn't hidden. she knows daryl can't say anything to her.

"oh, come on. i know that you like to stay quiet and mysterious, but a little joking in hard times never hurt anybody." the woman defends you, scrunching her eyebrows at daryl.

"it's hurting me." he yells from the car, slamming the door shut.

"how am i supposed to survive this trip with him, ricky?" you complain, shoulders hanging with rising irritation with the situation.

"you survived a walker flooded prison with nothing but an axe before you found us on the other side, and you're telling me you can't survive a grumpy old man for a few hours?"

"thing is, i killed walkers. i cannot kill him. boo-hoo, the precious tracker. i also, when i see a footprint on the floor facing a certain way, know that someone is headed there. wild, right?"

rick pats your head, messing up the cap in the process just to tease you.

"bring me some shirts on the way back, i'm getting sick of these flannels. and get yourself something nice."

one would think that he gave you his credit card to buy him those shirts at the nearby mall. telling you to get yourself something nice, that idiot. the less fun truth is that you are headed towards a landfill two hours away from alexandria, in hopes of finding anything. glenn and morgan haven't had any luck for a few days now, so rick decided to change the route and the team. daryl and you, apparently, make a great one. that pain in the ass of a man.

"i'm leavin'. you stay and talk 'bout me all you wan'. i'm the one actually doin' something for this place."

"stuck up much? see," you open the car door, sitting inside annoyed, "with the viagra, you'd be a much more pleasant person to be around."

"enough with the damn viagra. fuck's the matter with you?"

"god, just start driving and drop me off somewhere in the middle of the road and i'll find my own shit from a different place. rick doesn't need to know."

"no," he simply responds, not sparing you a glance.

rick waves at you with a smile on his face, knowing damn well what he did putting the two of you together for such a long quest. he's so going to hear from you tonight. if you make it out alive while trying to kill daryl.

"so, what are you hoping to find? booze, peanut butter, new clothes? i'm starting to think you stapled those clothes to your body."

he says nothing, eyes focused on the road. you sigh. maybe you're the problem. you're poking him too much, knowing he has zero patience and doesn't very much like your company. you decide to keep quiet for the rest of the drive, only occasionally glancing over at him out of boredom.

you can't lie, he is an attractive man. you don't know why you're mean to him. he is gorgeous to you, your taste in older rugged men not failing you. you're surprised rick isn't the one you fell for. but next to daryl, he looks too... neat. daryl is just perfect. most of the time his deep raspy voice has you subconsciously rubbing and squeezing your thighs, led by a tingling sensation in your lower stomach. his clothes have recently gotten very tight on him, the buttons of his black shirt threatening to pop and give you a view of your lifetime. he has been working out a lot, you've seen him. fuck, not only have you seen him, you also stayed there, secretly snapping pictures with your polaroid your father had left you before disaster struck. you only had a few films left, yet no self control. something about seeing daryl all sweaty as he did push ups, grunting and almost moaning, thinking that nobody can see him, did things to you.

"wha'?" he asks, sensing your intense gaze.

you turn your head away, flushed. "nothin'."

"mmh."

he keeps it short and stern, and if your panties weren't drenched as your brain replayed the memory of his glistening arm muscles, you'd probably make a sassy remark. he raises an eyebrow, probably also wondering why you aren't being mean for so long now.

"shoes." he says after some time.

"what?" you ask, absent-mindedly staring into the tall trees and the walkers hidden among them.

"i'm hoping to find some shoes. it's gettin' hard to walk in these. i also hope i find sum more arrows."

you nod, surprised that he has actually graced you with an answer. you thought he'd say something like cigarettes or alcohol. you hated people who smoke. but daryl is an exception. he looks damn hot doing it.

"you?" he asks.

"well, new underwear would be nice. i ripped all my good panties, and let me tell you, these thongs are not apocalypse friendly."

"shit, girl, oversharing much?"

"what, you disgusted by female underwear?" you poke back, playfully.

"not female underwear. your underwear."

you're offended. you squint at him, and have to fight the urge to smack the back of his head.

"for your information, you don't look or smell all flowery and fresh yourself. i could use your hair to grease up carol's tray for her cakes. and your fingernails? they have their own ecosystem at this point."

and back to the bickering it is. he grunts again, furrowing his eyebrows. he secretly glances at his fingernails. indeed, they had a layer of dirt under them, but daryl thinks that he has bigger issues than some dirt that will get washed off anyway.

"oh, i also wish to find-"

"yeah, lost interest." the man interrupts. "also, for future conversations, you do not mention your... thongs... to people that are ol' enough to be your father."

ew.

ew.

ew.

he did not.

"what, is that how you see me? you could be my father?"

how utterly disappointing. there you were, sitting next to him, imagining him going feral between your legs, all while he is viewing you as his child. there goes your masturbating material for tonight.

"well the age fits the description."

"fuck you. seriously." you sigh, turning your body towards the window so you can fully ignore him.

arriving at the gates, you immediately notice a few things that you will be taking home. how foolish of you to not take a truck instead of the crusty old car.

"watch it." just as he says it, an arrow passes by your head, followed with a loud thud.

you don't have to look back to know that a walker had managed to sneak behind you, while you were foolish enough to stay swooning over his arms glistening in the sun with sweat.

"damn it, girl, i don' know what it is with you, but you gotta snap outta it. i can't keep saving ya ass."

"yes, dad." you reply, annoyed.

"hey." he calls, hand reaching to cup your jaw and turn your head towards him. "shut it before i make ya."

if it weren't for the feeling of his rough hand on your face and his raspy voice sending you a warning turning you on, you would've slapped him and told him not to touch you. but oh, you were going crazy inside. you found a new way to push his buttons, and you're going to have so much fun with it.

you walk behind him into the landfill, the smell of junk pinching your nose. daryl is also bothered by it, seeing his scrunched expression as he scanned the first piles of garbage.

"there." he points his crossbow a certain way.

you follow the invisible line, your eyes landing on what seemed to be several taped boxes. they could have three things inside: food, weapons, or traps. weird how nobody has discovered this place yet. or maybe they have, and they took all valuables already.

daryl doesn't wait for you. he makes his way towards the boxes, keeping his crossbow ready if something goes wrong. you, on the other hand, have tucked your knife safely and are walking around like there isn't walkers scratching at the fence, waiting to sink their teeth into your skull.

"dammit."

you hear rattling. you turn around, only to find the man kicking the boxes angrily. the can he has just thrown on the floor rolls up to your feet, and you crouch down to examine it. it is food, but expired. eating it would be like playing russian roulette.

"i mean, we can still... ya'know, take it with us. what happens happens."

"dixon, if i'm gonna die, i'm gonna die from a bullet or a bite. not from a rotten macaroni."

he raises an eyebrow at you, amused with your laid back attitude. he doesn't give you much attention, just silently walks next to you while scanning his side of the landfill.

"ah, sweet!" you cheer, running towards a pile.

"wha'?"

you almost trip over the broken wooden chairs, trying to get to a certain little box in the pile.

"the hell are ya doin'? we're losin' time!"

your eyes instinctively roll at his voice. you know he has nothing smart to say. finally reaching the box, you jump back on the floor, eagerly opening it. seeing that the item still has the foil sealed on it, you victoriously raise it in the air, cheering.

"you have made it a goal for yourself to die today, didn't ya?"

"nah, not anymore. i found something that will keep me occupied and will fuel my will to live a little longer."

you continue your way forward, leaving daryl to stare at the box you have discarded, trying to figure out what it is. but he has decided he has no time for your immaturity. he needs to ask rick to not ever put him with you on a hunt again. he's lost a lot of time already, and hasn't found a single thing to bring back.

"clothes." you point, the pile of fabric sitting on top of a garbage hill.

"you gonna go get 'em?"

"why would i go? you go."

"you wanted your... thongs... so, you go get that."

you scoff, setting the newly acquired item on the ground and slowly climbing up the hill.

"what is this, anyway?" his curiosity wins.

you sit on top of the pile, examining the clothes and discarding the ones with holes in them.your eyes dart to the man below you, and you chuckle when you see him crouch and take the item in his hand.

"it's a wand."

"wand?"

"yes."

"for?" he keeps pressing, his eyes never leaving the pink gadget.

"masturbating."

thud.

you look down, mortified. he better not break it.

"careful with that, what's the matter with you?!"

"you're fuckin' crazy, girl."

you silently mock him, sticking your tongue out at him and repeating his words with exaggerated face expressions. he really gets on your nerves. you gather the clothes you have found into a bed sheet, tying it up and putting it over your shoulder, then pick up the gadget from the floor. it seems alive, it didn't break. you only hope it works. you're young, inexperienced, surrounded by people that are either too young or too old for you. though, the old part never was a problem for you, it was for them.

feeling bored, you decide to keep poking him. he is just so grumpy, and silent. and inviting to irritate.

"so, dixon, you've never heard about one of these?" you wave the gadget in front of his face.

he spares you a glare, and continues walking.

"come on, we're talking. nobody's around. tell me, since all of this started, how many times have you even approached a girl? do you even mastu-"

"'m not in the mood to be picked on right now."

"i'm not picking on you. i promise. just trying to converse."

"you want to be useful? hold this. it's in my way." he throws his vest at you, now only wearing a tight black t-shirt.

you scowl at him, shoving his vest into your backpack.

"you're so fun to be around. i get why rick put us together."

he grunts, leaving you behind. rolling your eyes, you go down a different path, hoping to find something useful to all of alexandria and not just you. turning a few lefts, you find yourself standing in front of a little shed like structure. you bang on the door with your foot, and when hearing no growls, you bravely enter. it is dusty and dark, with a singular armchair and a few cupboards.

you open each one of them, happily shoving all the food you managed to find into your backpack, opening a protein bar along the way and chewing on the oats and dried fruits. you missed having those with yogurt for breakfast.

not only will carol be happy with the amount of nuts and flour you have found, rick will be proud of you. you might even ask for a reward when he sees the amount of canned tuna and jam you have found. you forgot what pancakes taste like.

after clearing the room, you peek out the window. daryl is in the distance, going through piles and kicking stuff out of his way, as if playing. you've collected way more than him, and the sun is at it's highest point. the shaded room seems like a perfect place to take a nap, or just rest your feet and ears from him.

you plop on the armchair like a star washed up on the shore. it feels so lonely lately. rick has michonne, carl has enid, rosita has her boytoys, even gabriel might be having more fun than you. as wrong as it was, you stay up listening to the noises coming across the street. they're loud, there's no way you could ignore them even if you wanted to. even rick had to step in and ask them to be quieter. but what is a problem to someone else is a solution for you. is it wrong to touch yourself while listening to someone else fucking? yes. but is it the only way that works for you? also yes.

you eye up the toy that peeks from the backpack, then glance out the window. daryl is busy with his crossbow, having found something that he could use on it.

fuck it.

you unbuckle your pants, not bothering to take off the panties. your fingers are quick to pop the batteries that come with the package in the gadget, and when the lid clicks, you admire it for a second. there it is, in all its glory. waiting to be abused every day by you, until you find a replacement. hopefully a softer and live one.

taking off the thin protective foil from the head, you position yourself on the armchair. you glance at the window again, carefully monitoring daryl. now, if you thought that eavesdropping and touching yourself was bad, what was this? watching daryl's fingers work on his crossbow, arms glistening in the sun, all while the pink toy softly vibrates on your pulsating clit.

you sigh at the newfound pleasure, rubbing the toy up and down your slit, while your eyes stay focused on the man unaware of your situation. he probably even forgot about you. or is thankful that you have left him alone. even better for you. you get to be a pervert without him ever knowing.

you arch your back, throwing your head on the backrest as you focus on chasing the release. it's been awhile, it won't take you long. your eyes open again, just enough to see if the man is still in his spot. your fingers change the vibration strength on the gadget, and instantly, you gasp. it is so intense, and so much, but you don't want it to stop. this thing is your new best friend, you better get used to it.

something else peeks out of the backpack, the leather catching your attention and giving you an idea. like an animal in heat, you grab the vest, burying your nose into it and spreading your legs further. daryl's scent takes over your senses, making you lose control and become a moaning mess. you are getting wetter by the second, the toy now slipping up and down your slit with ease and giving you maximum pleasure.

"fuck- daryl-" you can't help but gasp, enveloped in his manly scent and fabric.

your hips hopelessly rub against the toy, chasing and chasing after something that isn't quite getting closer, even though it feels like it.

"the hell?"

your eyes widen at the interruption. you drop the vest in your lap, hiding the crime scene from him. the man stands at the door, expression unreadable. yours is one of horrified mixed with desire, the way he stares down at you angrily sending arrows to your core.

"daryl- i- did you, uh, find anything?" you try to play it off, foolishly.

"yeah. i found an animal in heat it seems. couldn't wait for alexandria to do that shit?"

"I-"

"is that my vest?"

he slams the door shut, leaving you two in darkness. you gulp, moving the gadget from your core and letting your panties fall back in place.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry-" you stutter, failing to put a sentence together while he intensely glares at you.

"ya ain't sorry." he grunts. "ya know why i despise being around your ass? you're inappropriate."

"no, look," you try, but he points a finger at your face, making you close your mouth.

your eyes burn, tears announcing their arrival.

"it's not like that-"

"shut up, dammit! i'm talkin' now! do you have any idea in how many uncomfortable situations you've  put me? all those snarky dirty comments, all that flirting, now this? do you understand what that does to me?!"

he's yelling, frustrated and angry with you. but why are you getting wetter? why can't you think rationally? he is scolding you for being inappropriate, and you continue to be even more inappropriate by sexualising simple yelling. not your fault he looks damn hot while he does it, though.

"you're- you're half my age. i can't allow myself to play your games, no matter how tempting."

what?

"what will alexandria think? they already have no good opinion on me. engaging with someone half my age the way you want me to engage is- it is a horrible idea. i'll be out faster than i was in."

silence swallows the room. you still lay on the armchair, half naked with his vest covering you. he paces around the room, fingers running through his hair as he tries to gather his thoughts. you think whether it's time to finally say something, but you wait another moment. you need to gather your thoughts too.

tempting, he said. so he thought about it too. he saw past your jokes, and has been controlling himself so well. if only you knew what it would take to shatter that control, even for just a moment.

"since when do you care what other people think?" you start.

"since rick chose to trust me."

you hum, understanding.

"listen-"

"so you've been thinking about it." you're the one to interrupt now.

his head snaps up, looking at you with his eyebrow raised, as if asking you where you're going with that statement.

"there's nothing wrong with it. it's not like we're getting married or something."

"i'm older than you. way older than you."

"so?"

"i could be your father."

"if you say that word to me one more time i swear i will turn this landfill upside down to find another sex toy to shove up your asshole."

"why do you get so triggered by it?"

you roll your eyes, looking anywhere but at him. you press your thighs together, missing the warmth and buzzing from earlier. fun killer.

"because."

"why?"

"doesn't matter."

"tell me," he presses further.

you finally look at him, frustrated. "because i have fucking daddy issues and the thought of you being so much older than me turns me on. there."

you get up from the armchair, putting his vest on so that you can cover yourself. it almost reaches your knees, hiding your body from his gaze. he says nothing, and does nothing for a few moments. you have your back turned to him, hands resting on the counter of the half chipped kitchen cabinet. your head hangs low with embarrassment from the confession that just left your mouth.

tears stream down your cheeks, luckily hidden by your hair. but daryl doesn't miss the little sniff that comes your way. he sighs, then paces around the place a little more. when you don't hear him anymore, and finally face the fact that nothing will be the same with him anymore, you dare turn around. you almost gasp when you come face to face with him, his chest pressing against yours.

"wha- what are you-"

"shh..." he hushes you, eyes roaming your face.

you aren't sure what to do, or what he wants to do. if he tries to comfort you by giving you a hug, you will break down. and you will never face him again. you thought it was only sexual, but the way he looks at you and hushes you as you cry is awakening new emotions inside of you. ones that you will push down for now, because it is not the time.

"daryl, i'm sorry." you hiccup, genuinely feeling sorry for ruining whatever you had with him.

you feel his hands on the back of your thighs, and before you can react, he picks you up and places you on the counter. you instinctively spread your legs, letting him in closer.

"don't be. or else i might regret this."

you look at him doe eyed as he places his hand on your neck, gently holding you just beneath your jaw and softly pressing into the sides of it. he brings his head close to you, eyes half closed as he stares at your lips.

"daryl." you whisper, not sure of this anymore.

"just hush."

and with that, he presses his lips into yours, softly moving them with rhythm only known to the two of you. his other hand caresses your thigh, then creeps to your bottom and pulls you to the edge of the counter, enough to have your crotch press against his.

you can taste your tears while you kiss him, and he probably can too. he doesn't say anything, hell, you even feel him twitch between your legs. you grind on him, unable to control yourself. it is different than the wand. it's warm, and it responds back. it's better.

"hey," you call, slowly pulling away. "i don't want you to do this because you feel sorry for me or something like that. are you doing it because of that?"

"nah."

before you can continue bombarding him with questions and overthinking, he places his lips back on yours, this time a little rougher than before. you open your mouth, tongue eager to taste him properly. and fuck, he tastes good. you hated cigarettes and alcohol, but from his mouth, you adore it. you finally give in, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him impossibly close. finally.

it doesn't take long for him to have you whining and grinding on him, wanting more than just kissing and thigh grabbing and occasional choking. you beg into his mouth, quietly at first, but with each kiss he gives you, you become louder and more demanding.

"touch me, please, please, please," you're desperate.

he smiles, for the first time in a while, and snakes his hands under your top. you hurriedly take off the vest and the top, to make it easier for him, but he pulls his vest back on your body. you are now wearing nothing but panties and the leather vest, making daryl incredibly impatient.

"ya just needed some attention, didn't ya?" he kisses your neck, his hand cupping your breast and thumb playing with the hard nub. "some sense fucked into ya to shut that mouth."

for someone that almost never talks, he is quite the talker now. and you can't complain, when his words have you clenching around nothing down there.

"needed someone older to take care of ya."

you moan at his words, spreading your legs further and raising your hips into his crotch. his hand reaches down to your panties, landing a light slap on your clothed clit as a warning. there's growling outside of the shed, but not enough to make you care. you'll get what you want, and no amount of walkers will stop you, even if it'll be your last.

daryl moves your panties aside, pulling away from you to see you. he hums, thumb coming to contact with your clit and circling it a few times. you shake under his touch, throwing your head back. it isn't something you haven't done before, but the touch is foreign, and different. his fingers are rough and big, an opposite of the soft flesh of your clit. he rubs your slit up and down, enough to smear your arousal so he can touch you better.

"fuck..." you trail, grabbing the edges of the counter and digging your nails into the hard surface.

"didn't find a boy your age to open you up?"

you shake your head. he hums again, fingers now circling your tight entrance.

"that's a shame, then. i'm gonna have to take my time with you."

"what? why?" you ask, disappointed.

"i'd split you in half, little one."

every word in that sentence sent arrows to your core. fuck, just how big is he?

"then, what are we doing?"

he turns around, leaving you yearning for his touch while he grabs your discarded toy from the armchair.

"you share toys?"

"sometimes."

"good."

he pulls himself out from his pants, and you are left with your jaw dropped. it fuels his confidence, the way you're staring at him as he rubs himself up and down. he isn't big. he's huge.

"daryl, how will that fit in me?" you ask, actually concerned.

"it'll take a little time. i'll train ya, and you'll take it like a good girl, the way i teach ya. but ya have to start listening to me and stop pissing me off."

nodding eagerly, you push your hips towards his hands, searching for his touch again.

he turns the gadget on, pressing it against your clit. you moan out loud, grinding on the buzzing toy and sliding with ease. you hear him grunt, and even a quiet moan. your eyes drop to the situation between your legs, and when you see him pressing his cock to the gadget, you swear you could squirt all over him. he rocks his hips with yours, pushing you up against the wall and grunting in your mouth, just like you moan into his. he doesn't break eye contact with you, instead getting off on it.

"i'm gonna cum, daryl." you whine, hands reaching into his hair to pull.

"give me a second."

you'd give him two if he wanted. you try your hardest to focus on not yet cumming, but the way he sweats and grunts for you doesn't make it easy.

"daryl-" you warn, moans becoming high pitched and inviting the walkers around the shed.

he sticks two fingers in your mouth, keeping you silent and helping himself get closer. you only needed to swirl your tongue around him a few time and take him all the way to his knuckles to have him moaning and cumming all over your stomach, rubbing the toy up and down in a sloppy pace.

you follow, pleasure washing over your body along with a thin layer of sweat, the sight of his seed on you making it more intense. you are dehydrated, hot and filthy. and you love it, because he is the same. you'd be like that every day, if it meant getting him the way you just had him.

"you didn't have to..." you say as he helps you dress up, wiping his seed from you with his bandana and discarding it.

"i wanted to. before, today, too."

"you sure?"

"yes."

you nod. he sees that you are not convinced, and he sighs. he pulls you in for a hug, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"i rarely regret my actions. trust me."

"yeah, well, i hope i'll get more of these actions you speak of."

he chuckles, planting a kiss on your forehead.

"you know, for someone who just came all over me, it's weird to see you so sentimental and comforting."

you don't even finish the sentence, he already playfully throws the bandana at you, rushing outside to hide his smile and to hide from your attempt at attacking.

"oh, you- you- you asshole!"

"right back at ya."

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yippie! my first twd oneshot, idk how to feel about it lol. had this in the drafts for a while now. feel free to send feedback, doesn’t matter if it is good or bad 🩷

[letterstotheflre]

❛ nope, puppy dog eyes aren’t going to work this time! ❜ w daryl 🥺🥺

i think this one turned out v v cute 🫶🏻 daryl might be a little ooc but then again i think it resembles the way he is w carol soo i don’t really care lol || set when daryl returns to the communities, before the snow storm episode of s9. ofc, sunshine!reader x grumpy!daryl <3

"absolutely not," daryl snarks resoloutely, sliding the strap of his crossbow over his plain black poncho.

"you're gonna get cold, daryl," you worry, following him around your shared room in alexandria as he packs his bag. he shoves his gun, a pack of bullets, an extra knife and some granola bars you made yourself inside it, closing the flap with a little more force than necessary.

you know you're being a worry wart. you know it's not even remotely cold enough for him to require any more winter accessories, but you can't stop thinking about how cold he must've been all those months alone in his camp.

"i ain't wearing matching pink hat 'n gloves, woman," he scoffs, looping his bag around his shoulders. "'sides, it's not even winter yet. quit yer worryin'."

"it's windy! your ears are gonna get cold!" you exclaim. "and there wasn't any other wool, s'not like i did it on purpose!"

you did do it on purpose. but he doesn't need to know that. (he does).

"pup," he sighs, "a little wind ain't gonna kill me. might even be good for me-- fresh air and all tha'. i don't need those."

you pout a little, open your eyes wide and pinck your eyebrows with your head tilted slightly forward. daryl narrows his gaze and points a finger accusingly, "don't do tha'."

"do what?" you ask innocently, batting your lashes.

he scowls. "y'know what."

you intensify your stare, pouting even more and even pressing your hands together in prayer, hat and gloves between your palms. "please?"

his firm glare relaxes ever so slightly before he seems to think better of it. "puppy dog eyes aren't gonna work this time, sunshine."

"i just want you to be safe and warm, daryl," you say sweetly, completely undettered. "please? for me?"

it's a tense standoff, you in your yellow pijamas and daryl in his usual all black ensemble. you know you've won when his shoulders finally drop and he heaves an exhausted sigh. "fine, gimme them."

you squeal and skip over to him, placing the hat over his head and fixing his long hair so it doesn't cover his eyes. you hand him the gloves. "y'can put these away in your bag just because they might make driving a little difficult. but you put 'em on whenever you're on foot, you hear me?" you say sternly.

daryl rolls his eyes but nods anyway, which makes it good enough for you. then you're back to cooing at him, framing his face with your hands and peppering sweet kisses all over his cheeks and nose. "oh, you look so pretty" this and "i wish i had a camera" that.

"okay, okay," he says, escaping your grabby hands. "i gotta go now. you be good, okay? and make sure dog doesn't bring 'nother walker foot."

"yes, sir!" you salute him, then quickly give him one last kiss on his chapped lips before he opens the basement door. "be safe. love you!"

"love ya," he echoes, closing the door behind him.

—

daryl pretends he can't feel the funny looks the rest of the alexandrian's are giving him as they pass him by.

he's waiting by the gates for carol. sees her rounding the corner and prepares himself for whatever she might say to him.

she freezes in place when she finally notices him, a few feet away from where his standing. when she finally seems to realise that her eyes are not lying to her, she approaches him slowly, doing him the favour of covering her mouth to not make her amusement obvious. it doesn't work very well because he can still hear a couple giggles.

"not a word," he growls, swinging his leg over his bike.

"whatever you say, barbie," she laughs, patting his shoulder.

[catt-leya]

Mistress || Rick Grimes 18+ ❣Darker❣

First of all: Some parts of that fic are bothering me but I edited it 1000 times and I honestly can't stand to read it another time so I'm sorry 👉🏼👈🏼💗

AND I think I tagged everyone who wanted to be tagged...if I forgot somebody please leave a comment and I'll write it down for my next fic 🥺💗 it wasn't on purpose I just lost track 👉🏼👈🏼💗

Ah and that gif hm? It's doing something with me...

Summary: You're Negans daughter and Rick uses you for his advantage and as his reward.

Trigger: cnc❣, spanking, dirty talk, choking, praise kink, degradation, humiliation, age difference (no minors), oral fixation and my usual smutty stuff

You try to resist the iron grip of the guy behind you, but he unblinkingly drags you to the car waiting for him and you plead, "Let go of me, please."

Undeterred, he growls, "I most certainly will not."

This morning you were assigned to a base of your group and when you arrived at the building, it was already overrun by the assholes from out of Alexandria and you were about to leave to report to Negan, when you ran straight into the broad chest of this guy who has now tied your hands behind your back and is pushing you into the passenger seat.

You have no choice but to stare angrily at the guy with the blue eyes, and as he climbs into the driver's seat, you ask, "Where are you taking me?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you see him glance at you briefly before muttering, "You'll see."

The guy starts the car and you slide around on the seat to make it more comfortable with your hands tied behind your back.

The more you look at the guy next to you, the more nervous you get. Yes, he could have killed you right there like the others, especially since you didn't even see him coming, but he didn't and you don't know if you might not be better off dead.

You bite your lower lip as you think about how you could get out of the situation, but the blue-eyed guy is much bigger than you and you doubt you would have a serious chance against him.

That's why you sigh softly and ask, "Will you at least tell me your name?"

You get a simple "no" and could hit the roof in frustration.

If only you had just said you wanted to support another base this morning or not gotten up at all.

Instead, you're sitting in a car driven by a complete stranger who is now steering the car to a group of other cars.

Frantically, you try to catch a glimpse of the people in the other cars, but the cars are so staggered that you have no way of making out more than the reflection of the trees around you.

Questioning, you look to your driver because he turns off the engine and keeps his gaze out of the window.

Confused, you lean forward to see better.

All the cars have turned off their engines and you could swear that they are all looking in the same direction.

With a furrowed brow and your body tense with curiosity, you follow Mister Nameless' gaze and then raise your eyebrows in surprise when you see a guy on the hill sneaking up behind one of your colleagues.

You'd love to scream for him to turn around, but that's when it happens.

Your colleague turns around, but by then it's too late and the guy stabs him.

You want to scream and avert your eyes, but you can't do anything but stare as the guy grabs your colleague and friend by the neck and just throws him to the ground.

He lies bleeding on the grass and the guy who did this to him lifts his chin arrogantly and says something you can't hear.

As he turns his back on your bleeding friend, you start tugging at your bonds and hiss, "No, no, no."

The guy had the balls to do this on his own and it's not until he lets go of the walker, who's tied to a post so he can pounce on your colleague, that you realize the shit you're in.

The cars are started and you look at your driver who, like everyone else, is heading towards the guy who is now coming back down the hill.

You can't take your eyes off the man who is moving towards the cars with such confidence, as if he owns the world.

He has a certain charisma that you've seen a lot with Negan, too. Except that with Negan it's often accompanied with a lot of humor and levity, and the guy in the gray shirt doesn't look like humor is his secret weapon. 

With him, it looks more like he wants to rip out the throat of anyone who gets in his way with his teeth.

You can't suppress a tremor as he gets close enough to your car and his hard stare lands on you through the windshield.

Your passenger gets out and walks up to the man in gray, "Rick, the base is taken and I found the woman by accident at the very end when I was heading back to the car."

Rick? 

Rick. 

Of course! 

So this is the leader of Alexandria that Negan told you about. You've never seen him with your own eyes because Negan never allowed you to come along when he was with them, but he said that this Rick wasn't sane.

In fact, you saw respect in Negan's eyes when he spoke of Rick, which doesn't make you loosen up now, especially since Rick now asks in a low voice, "Then why is she still breathing?"

Panicked, you try to loosen the restraints one more time.

"Take a good look at her. Don't you notice anything?" 

Your driver nods in your direction and when Rick looks back into your face through the glass, you are frozen. 

The restraints are forgotten and you can't stop looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

Sure, the guy who drove you here had blue eyes too, but damn, they weren't even close to that beautiful.

Rick's dark hair and gray beard make them look more intense and you have to pull yourself together not to start drooling because he's generally incredibly handsome. 

Shit, maybe the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

His gaze is glued on you and he tilts his head slightly when you suddenly see realization flash in his eyes and he starts to move.

Rick approaches the car and you try to slide as far away from the door as you can, but he pulls the door open and grabs your arm with ease, dragging you outside.

Stomping, you try to fight him off, but he remains completely unimpressed and pushes you to your knees in front of him.

It's so easy for him to push you around that tears come to your eyes as you look up at him.

You have no chance to get out of the situation and clench your teeth tightly as he slides his gaze over you again in the light of the sun, "You're his daughter."

It's not a question, but a simple statement that still makes you cringe, not knowing if that very thing would be your death sentence or if the fact that Negan is your father will save your life.

Tears run down your cheeks and yet Rick can clearly see the resemblance between you and your father.

When he looks at you, he can see your father in you and nevertheless he can't deny that he likes having you on his knees. 

Your big eyes look at him pleadingly and at the sight his cock presses hard against his pants.

Fuck, you're so incredibly young and beautiful.

The way he's looking at you makes you feel uneasy, and all dignity is flushed from your body as you push your bottom lip forward and sniffle, "Rick? Right? Please let me go. I promise I won't say a word about what I saw here."

He lifts his head to look at the round of people gathered around you, and you take advantage of the brief moment when his piercing eyes aren't on you to eye him, but you immediately jerk your head back up as your eyes land on the slight bulge in his pants.

That's when you'd rather watch his chest widen as he takes a deep breath and announces to everyone, "Nothing changes in the plan. We're going ahead."

Kneeling, you turn your head and watch the others nod and head to their cars, the guy who brought you here also leaving you, and in that moment you miss the quiet assurance that he wouldn't have hurt you.

Looking back up at Rick, you're not sure what's going to happen and you just start crying harder.

It's always been that way. 

Whenever you're scared, you can't hold it in, and now you're scared to death.

You're still kneeling in front of him when you hear the cars slowly pulling away and you try again, "Please, I just want to go home."

With dark eyes, Rick reaches out to touch your face and you wince as he brushes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb.

"Oh, I'll take you home, princess."

He grabs your hair and tugs up on it, making your scalp burn and you cry again, "Please don't."

His hand moves to the back of your neck and his fingers dig into your skin, "You don't even know what I'm going to do to you yet."

Anything but gently, he pushes you back toward the car and presses your small body against the cool metal, making you shiver again.

Rick's body is close behind you, but not close enough to touch you, and you squint your eyes as his deep voice reaches your ear, "I'm sure you want to make yourself useful in order to survive. Do I see that right?"

Sniffling, you nod, already having an idea of what he would ask of you.

But he grumbles, "Smart girl."

His hand slides from the back of your neck to the small of your back, and blush colors your cheeks as you notice your lower belly clench expectantly.

Through his flat palm on your back, he can feel you trembling in fear of him and that makes him smile. 

It will be so easy to break you.

Slowly he presses himself against you and the feeling of your round ass against his hard cock makes him hum with satisfaction.

Your body is pure perfection and your huge fear of him has been apparent to him since the first time he saw you, which only makes everything that much easier for him.

Gently, he rubs against your ass and then murmurs harshly, "You do what I want you to do."

You lower your head and whisper a soft, "Yes."

Your fingertips graze his belt buckle as he rubs his cock against you, and your heart hammers in your chest as he leans in and whispers in your ear, "Like I said, I'm driving you home. Only now you're mine and I'm going to show that to your father. You won't do anything that I won't like, and if you're a good girl, you'll stay alive."

Before you can respond, he pulls back and drags you by the upper arm into the passenger seat.

With flushed cheeks, you watch him walk around the car and drop into the driver's seat next to you.

You swallow hard, not daring to take your eyes off him as he pulls up, afraid he'll take advantage of your inattention.

Your eyes are glued to his profile and you can't stop wondering if his hair is as soft as it looks.

You wonder how long his hair would be if you smoothed out the curls at the nape of his neck.

He raises an eyebrow and without looking at you, he asks, "Would you like to touch me?"

Hectically, you tear your eyes away from his face and direct your gaze to his hands on the steering wheel. Bottom line: this isn't much better.

Your voice betrays you as you mutter, "No."

A small laugh slips from Rick's lips because he can still feel your gaze on him. 

He knows for a fact that you're afraid of him, but it's not all you feel.

He can't believe how lucky he is to have you run into his arms, and he'd be out of his mind if he didn't use that luck to drive Negan up the wall.

Looking out the window in disbelief as you see what Rick's people have set up outside the Sanctuary, you whisper, "Oh my God."

Cars reinforced with metal walls are parked in front of the main entrance and everyone is heavily armed.

Panicked, your eyes search for your father, but you can't see him anywhere. 

Not yet.

Rick's raspy voice reaches your ear as you still stare at your home, "Remember what I told you. Don't do anything that would make me punish you."

You nod and tears come to your eyes again.

As Rick takes you out of the car you do exactly what he asks and don't resist his grip.

You don't resist as he brushes a few strands of hair from your face and stay close to him as he asks you to.

A short time later, you hear your father's voice and close your eyes tightly.

Your father doesn't take Rick seriously and you can hear that very clearly.

Carefully, you look over at Rick, who keeps his beautiful blue eyes fixed on Negan, "I found something on the way here."

Your father laughs, "What? A fucking bucket of gold?"

Rick juts his chin, "Better."

Blindly, he reaches for you and you let him pull you in front of him.

Immediately your eyes land on your father, all features slipping from his face.

He stares at you like you're an apparition and you can see the panic in his eyes as Rick places a hand on your lower stomach and hugs you tightly to his body, "What a coincidence, huh?"

Negan takes a step forward, "Let her go, you bastard."

You can't look your father in the eye as Rick slides his second hand over your shoulder and calls out in amusement, "Why should I? She seems to like it with me."

His hand closes around your jaw and he presses a finger against your trembling lips.

You know what he wants you to do, but you can't bring yourself to do it.

That's when he squeezes harder and hisses so only you can hear: "Princess."

You want to live. You really do.

That's why you open your mouth and Rick slides his finger into your mouth.

He's not worried about you biting because you're way too scared of him to dare.

That's why he just smiles at Negan, "She likes it a lot. She has talents you don't know about."

It's so incredibly inappropriate and humiliating, but his body against your back and his finger in your mouth makes you squeeze your thighs together unobtrusively and more as a reflex you start sucking on his finger.

Surprised, he straightens up a little further and slides a second finger into your mouth, mumbling softly, "That's my good girl."

Your eyes are fixed on the floor in front of you and you continue to suck submissively on his fingers.

By itself, his touches aren't very sexual, but when he then slides his hand under your shirt, Negan bellows, "I'll chop your hands off, you sick asshole. She's just a kid."

Confusingly gentle, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and says loud enough for everyone to hear, "Please tell everyone how old you are, princess."

Rick has his sources and has known since before you were found by his people that Negan has a 23 year old daughter, so it doesn't surprise him when you murmur, "23."

His fingers dig into your skin and you repeat louder, "23, Rick."

The hand on your skin is warm and you get goosebumps as he pushes it a little higher, "And trust me. The things she can do are appropriate for her age."

Oh God, his hand feels so good on your body that you press a little further against him and he murmurs, "Princess, you make me proud."

Your head is spinning and just as you're about to lift your head to look Negan in the eye, Rick shoves you behind a metal wall and raises his voice, "Do you really wanna make me count?"

It all happens so fast. 

At first everything is calm, until then all hell breaks loose.

Still with your hands bound, you let yourself slide to the floor and try to make yourself as small as you can.

Your gaze is fixed on Rick and you pray with every shot that it doesn't hit your father.

Wildly, Rick jerks his head around and yells over the din of the coming walkers, "Get up."

Unsteady as a newborn, you get to your feet and he grabs you by the arm to drag you back to a car.

Shots are still falling and you pull your head in as best you can to avoid getting hit as Rick practically throws you into the back seat of a car.

Because of your bound hands, you land ungently on your stomach and can't get up either.

The only thing you can somehow manage is to turn your head so that you can catch a glimpse of a woman steering the car and Rick sitting in the passenger seat, tensely trying to see something through the window.

You suspect he's trying to find your father, but the harder he searches, the more you relax.

He is alive. He must be alive.

In fact, that's your only hope of getting away from Rick and his people.

After some time, you clear your throat softly, "Rick?" As you do so, you try to keep your voice as soft and innocent as you possibly can.

He doesn't turn in your direction, but you hear a soft "Huh?" which you take as a quiet agreement that you may continue speaking, "Could you take off my shackles. I promise not to do anything you wouldn't want me to do." 

Deliberately, you use words similar to what he used earlier and you hear him sigh softly in response, "Connie? Will you stop for a minute?"

The woman asks no questions and stops in the middle of the street, allowing Rick to get out.

You don't see him walk around the car, but he pulls the door open behind Connie and slides into the back seat, lifting your upper body and placing you on his legs, "You can drive."

Connie does as he says and he leans over you to untie your bonds.

As he does, your nose presses into his thigh and you whimper softly as you feel Rick tense beneath you.

His hands reach for the rope holding yours bound and he tries not to think about how hard you're breathing into his crotch and the sounds you make every time he moves even minimally. 

He knew it would be easy to subdue you. 

But he didn't expect it to be SO easy.

As gently as he can, he unties the rope from your slender wrists and immediately you sit up and slide as far away from him as you can.

Amused, he raises his eyebrows, especially since not too long ago you were pressing your ass against him.

Your eyes are huge and completely focused on him, and some dirty thoughts nestle in his head at the sight.

Slowly he lets his eyes wander a little lower, where your breasts press against your thin top with every frantic breath, leaving little to the imagination.

The fact that his blue eyes undress you with his gaze alone doesn't make you feel any calmer in the passenger seat and you take a deep breath, "What are you going to do to me?"

That's the question you've been asking yourself all along, and when he looks you in the face again, you're not sure you should like what you see in them so much.

His eyes are veiled and the way he tilts his head forces you to squeeze your thighs together again, which of course doesn't escape his notice and he grumbles harshly, "You'll see."

He doesn't try to pull you closer, or talk to you further. 

Instead, you all wait for the gate of Alexandria to appear before you. 

You, especially, are waiting for it because you've never seen it before.

Your father had enough reasons not to let you near it, except that all his caution couldn't prevent you from walking through the streets of Alexandria with Rick's hand low on your back.

You are hyper aware of Rick's presence, but his hand on your body can't stop you from turning your head in all directions to see as much as you can.

You've seen only a few of the communities that work with your father, but you like Alexandria best of all. 

It looks like a cute little town, and you're so distracted by it that you barely notice Rick sliding his hand from your back to your hip, pulling you even closer to him.

Your body feels so good in his hands that he has to pull himself together not to groan out loud on the spot and clenches his teeth tightly.

He takes it up a notch and pushes you toward his house.

When it gets through to you where he's leading you, the curiosity is suddenly completely gone and you resist his grip around your waist, "Wait."

Unmoved, he pushes you further toward the door and you panic.

Being alone with him doesn't feel right and more than dangerous. 

Especially with locked doors and the way he looks at you makes you nervous and you brace yourself with all your strength against him, "Please don't."

Sighing, he stops and rolls his eyes before he drops a bit and just throws you over his shoulder. You don't even have enough time to react before he stomps through the front door and as it slams into the lock, you finally start to fidget.

Like a fish out of water, you struggle and tearfully cry, "Put me down."

Rick grips your thighs tighter and has to stifle a laugh as you try unsuccessfully to free yourself from him.

At your wriggling, your pretty breasts keep pressing against his shoulder and he can't resist the urge to close his free hand around your thighs as well, except he lets his hand wander between them.

His hand is still a few inches away from your crotch, but even so, you immediately become very still and wait for what he would do next.

Your body is treacherous and when you notice your pussy clench expectantly because his big hand is so close, you grit your teeth and try to straighten up.

At that moment, he withdraws his hand before you feel it hard on your ass.

He hit you! He actually hit you!

Outraged and humiliated, you gasp, "Put me down."

Never would you admit that the sharp pain went right between your legs.

So you push yourself back up, Rick rolls her eyes and slaps your ass, harder this time, and at your soft whimper in response, his cock twitches in his pants, “Stop it.”

It's ridiculous how hard you try to get away from him because you wouldn't stand a chance anyway. 

Especially because he knows you like it. 

He steers you to his room with you on his shoulder and throws you on his bed.

Immediately your eyes are on him again, as if you were a deer in headlights, and only when he starts to unbutton his shirt do you lower your gaze.

Trembling, you sit on his bed and don't dare to look at him because you don't want him to read in your face how much you want to touch his bare chest.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see his shirt slide to the floor and you risk a little peek through your eyelashes.

His pants sit low on his hips and you briefly wonder how a belly button can be so beautiful.

Your eyes wander a little higher, over his scars on his left side and up to his collarbone.

God, even his collarbone is kneeling.

A soft moan slips from your lips and Rick takes a small step towards you, "Come here."

Carefully, you look him in the eye and can see the desire. 

The man wants you badly and you're pretty sure it's mostly because you're the daughter of his enemy. 

Rick raises an eyebrow challengingly. All you're supposed to do is try to resist him and put him to the test. You'll end up begging him to have his cock inside you. 

Rick wants to defile you and break you. 

Hell, he wants you to beg to be his. 

He wants you to beg to touch him. 

He wants you to beg him in tears to be fucked by him.

Afraid he'll pounce on you if you resist him, you slowly stand up and take a small step in his direction so you're only inches apart.

He lifts a hand and slowly runs it through your soft hair. You are so damn beautiful and pure innocence, which only turns him on more.

Gently he pulls your hair and you swallow hard as he leans in and his lips graze your pounding pulse, "You were a good girl today, princess. Did exactly what I expected of you and then some. Would you like a reward for that?"

'Oh God' is all that goes through your mind as he spreads hot kisses on your neck and you clench your hands into fists to resist the urge to touch his flat stomach.

Rick takes another small step toward you and now your breasts are pressed against his torso.

You feel his tongue sliding over your neck and you can't suppress a soft gasp, making him growl, "Well?"

At that, he grabs your hands and forces your small fists to unclench, pressing your palms to his bare skin.

He's hot and feels so incredibly good under your fingertips, but you force yourself to say, "No." And feel Rick's hands just below your breasts, "Are you sure, princess?"

Your fingers brush over his belly and you notice his stomach muscles tighten the closer you get to his pants.

Your touch is so light and innocent that Rick almost loses his mind, and as he takes a deep breath to bring himself under control, your scent goes to his head. 

Shit, you smell so good, he'd like to press his nose into your skin the whole time.

His beard scratches your skin as you murmur in a low voice, "I'm sure."

Slowly, he lifts his head and looks down at you lasciviously as he purrs, "Then I'm just picking up my own reward for today."

Confused, you frown as he's already grabbing your waist and lifting you back onto the bed behind you.

He pushes you onto your back and you cry out in panic as you feel his weight on your body.

Rick is heavy as hell and you can only move minimally under him, which you might have actually liked under other circumstances...okay yeah, maybe you like it under these circumstances.

His hips are between your thighs and you can feel his cock between your legs. 

At that, you're pretty sure he's big. 

Bigger than you can handle.

Without a second thought, Rick reaches for your hands, which still linger on his stomach, and holds them above your head.

With huge eyes, you look back up at him and would love to brush some of his strands of hair that have fallen forward out of his handsome face. 

You should be scared. 

You should be screaming.

But all you can bring to your lips is, "Am I your reward?"

Quietly, Rick laughs out, "Would you like to be my reward, princess?"

You bite your lower lip and lower your gaze to his lips before muttering, "No."

Rick slides his free hand down your body to your pants, then mumbles softly, "Well, I'll just take it then."

You don't resist a bit as he undoes the button from your pants, moaning softly as he shifts his weight in the process and his cock presses into just the right spot.

He slides his hand down your pants and your whole body rears up at the first contact. His fingers run through the wetness he's been provoking all day and he hums softly, "You know, I only had to look at you once and I knew it would be easy to get you."

Fluttering, your eyes fall shut and he barks, "Look at me."

Immediately you open your eyes and look into his blue eyes that caught your eye in the first few seconds.

Slowly he draws circles around your clit: "The way you looked at me, princess. The way you're looking at me now. That is enough for me."

Your hips jerk up to meet his fingers, but his touch remains light, "You're mine now."

Shuddering, you take a breath as your pussy clenches for nothing, begging to clasp his fingers.

As if of their own accord, your legs lift and wrap around Rick's waist to pull him closer to you, and as a small reward, he runs his finger around your entrance, "You say you don't want to, but your body says something completely different."

You lower your gaze to his tanned arm reaching between your thighs and whisper again, "Don't."

That's when he slides a finger inside you and you moan his name.

He holds your arms tightly together above your head and can't take his eyes off the blush that's slowly working its way up your cleavage to your neck. 

You look so beautiful as you try to squirm on the cool sheets, trying to escape his grip while wanting more from him.

His whole body screams to just pounce on you as your wetness spreads all over his hand, but he has other plans.

Your pussy clamps around his fingers and he laughs hoarsely, "So you want me to stop even though I can barely move my fingers because this little pussy wants to keep me so bad. How pathetic."

His finger strokes your warm walls and you moan, "Rick, please."

His thumb presses down on your clit and you press your head firmly into the mattress beneath you as you feel your belly growing warmer and forming a knot.

You barely notice when he lets go of your hands and wraps his hand around your neck instead.

Your thoughts only circle around the sensation he can invoke between your legs, and each time you clench tighter around his fingers.

What more could he want than to squeeze the air out of you while fingering you?

What could be better than feeling your pulse beat on both ends?

Gasping and struggling for air, you look him in the eye again and thrust your hips towards him, but just at the moment you think you're going to burst into a thousand pieces, he pulls his hand away from you and you howl, "No, no, no."

Slowly he lets go of you and shoves the finger that was inside you into his mouth before taunting you, "You made a mess, princess."

His hand shines with wetness and your cheeks blush even more as you imagine what you must look like between your thighs.

With embarrassment, you try to squeeze your legs together, but he just shakes his head arrogantly, "Nah. I want my reward."

You barely recognize your own voice as you croak, "I don't want to, Rick."

Your head knows full well that you shouldn't want him.

He's kidnapped you and forced you into his bed, but you also can't deny that your body aches for him and wants to feel his cock. 

Preferably so deep inside you that you would never let another one between your legs again.

Grinning, he looks down at you because you say you don't want to and your now free hands still try to reach for him.

He leans back enough to grab your waist and turn you onto your stomach, where you immediately try to straighten up. But he puts a hand between your shoulder blades, holding you down with ease.

It is at that moment that you realize how much stronger he is and what an inescapable position you are actually in.

Cockily, he murmurs, "On your knees. Just your knees."

You bite your lower lip, knowing exactly what's coming as soon as you press your butt against his cock.

Awkwardly, you somehow slide onto your knees and he praises you, "Good girl. Doing exactly what I ask of you."

Rick removes his hand from your body and notes with satisfaction that you don't move an inch, closing your eyes in shame as your arousal slowly runs down your thighs and Rick can clearly see it.

Groaning, he puts his head back in his neck and his cock twitches in anticipation of entering you. 

With his finger he has already felt how tight and willing you are, but the thought of sinking his cock into that pussy makes his heart beat fast.

The wetness runs down your thighs as you hear Rick undo his belt and pants.

For a brief moment, nothing happens and the only things you hear are your frantic breaths and your pounding heart.

But when you want to open your eyes, you already feel Rick's hand on your neck and his hard cock on your most intimate place.

With a jerk you push yourself towards him and whimper softly.

He feels so hot and hard against your swollen labia that you barely notice him teasing you, "I thought you didn't want to. Well, I'd say it's too late to change your mind now."

Confused because you thought he was going to fuck you, you frown, but before you can ask what he means, you feel it.

The hand that isn't on your neck has his cock in it, and he's jerking off while just pressing his tip against your pulsing entrance.

He doesn't penetrate you and that only makes you more desperate.

It takes all his willpower not to fuck your sloppy pussy, but the way you immediately start gyrating your hips to get him to penetrate you deeper is reward enough.

Moaning, you try to get him to take you, but you're so unsuccessful that it brings tears to your eyes again and he taunts you, "So you do want my cock?"

Instead of answering you try to press yourself further against him again, but you have no chance and the tears of humiliation fall on Rick's bed sheets.

His hand keeps slapping against your thigh as he continues to jerk off with pleasure and then wraps his hand from your neck around your chin and then slides two fingers between your open lips again.

Muffled, you moan out and he growls, "If you don't want to talk, I guess you'd best use your mouth to suck on my fingers, huh? That's what you want. Like in front of your father when you couldn't stop. Do you like being used by me?"

Completely out of it, you nod and he hisses, "Speak."

Muffled by arousal and his fingers, you moan, "Yes, Rick." Before you go back to sucking on his fingers in your mouth, barely thinking straight.

You have no idea if the wetness on your pussy is from you, or his precum mixing with your arousal, but you're ready to beg him. 

Begging and pleading with him to fuck you.

Just what he's wanted from you all along.

With his fingers in your mouth, you beg, "Please Rick." And he laughs softly, "You want me to fuck your sloppy pussy?"

Hectically, you nod and whimper, "Yes."

He moves forward an inch and immediately your pussy clenches begging and he mocks you, "Are you my good girl?"

All dignity is flushed from your bones and you cry, "Yes, yes, yes. I'm your good girl. I-" With one thrust he penetrates you and your long drawn out moan fills the room.

He's so big and hard inside you that you feel like he's tearing you apart from the inside, and yet you try to get more of him inside you, gyrating your hips again.

You're so insanely tight that Rick briefly feels like he's going to pass out before he blinks and looks down at your trembling body begging to be fucked through and that's all it takes for him to pull back a little and then thrust hard into you again.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and tugs you up by your hair enough to murmur, "So nice and tight for me" in your ear murmur and in response you pulsate expectantly on his cock.

He thrusts into you again, "And willing."

You're so full and wet that you can barely bring more than his name past your lips as he lowers a hand to your clit, turning you to wax in his hands. His deep thrusts are everything you can think about and every time he hits that one spot inside you, you cry out in pleasure.

Gently, he sucks on your earlobe and murmurs, "Now, princess."

Rick clenches his teeth tightly as you hoarsely scream his name and your whole body tenses. He doesn't know any different and lingers inside you as you come on the fullness inside you and can't stop pressing yourself tighter and tighter against the man behind you.

His warm and big body behind you makes you go weak and as you hear him growl "Fuck," you moan his name and he growls, "Fuck, you were made for me."

And that's when you feel him twitch inside you and his thrusts become messy and erratic.

Breathless, you turn your head and as you see the pure arousal in his eyes you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers with his.

As you do so, his body falls forward, burying you beneath him.

Gasping, he rolls off you and you cling to his hand as if it were your lifeline as you try to catch your breath.

You turn your head to the side to look at him and groan again as you see his chest rising and falling rapidly and how his curls lie around him on the bed like a halo.

Immediately he turns his head too and raises an eyebrow questioningly, and the only thing you can bring past your lips is, "You haven't kissed me once."

He shrugs, "So what? I wanted to fuck you."

You don't know what he sees in your eyes, but it makes him sigh softly and lean in to place his lips on your pout.

The kiss is incredibly gentle in contrast to his words and actions, and you lift your upper body to meet his.

Gently, he lets his tongue slide over your lower lip and you willingly open your mouth to him, which he immediately takes advantage of, making you sigh softly before he moves away from you and you follow him to reunite his lips with yours.

But he shakes his head, "That's enough."

Sluggishly, you drop back onto the bed and he hums softly, "Get dressed."

Questioningly, you look at him and he rules, "What did I say?"

Immediately you slide off the bed to put on your pants as he looks up at you lying in bed and grins, "Good girl." Because he knows you'll do anything for him.

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[princess-from-another-galaxy]

Finale!! Let’s go!! (Gonna write as I watch)

1)The scene with Luke was so cute but also a little creepy. What was up with that?? Also!! The initial narration of episode 1 is Percy quoting Luke?!?! My heart, I love them so much 🥺

2)Omg!! The fight was good af! Did... did Walker's eyes change color???? Not Ares trying to kill them with his " true form" as a last resort, sore loser.

3) mom??? Bro, you just saw her statue in the Underworld.... holy shit!!! Mrs. Dodds!!! The helm looks cool af ngl. Percy is so cool, like damn. Oh, yeah, the deadline passed, which means Poseidon & Zeus are definitely at war!!! That's what started WW2?!?! Gods being petty bitches... damn... He's done running from monsters 😭 (I love the implication that Zeus is a monster. You're right and you should say it.) Annabeth gave him her necklace 😭😭😭, that's so cute. An email, Grover 😂😂

4) That's one way to get Zeus's attention, damn. Just dropped the bolt in front if the doorman 😂😂. What do mortals see when they see the bolt??

5) Olympus looks cool af!! Oh, Luke & Percy again! Annabeth is terrified of spiders! Things that are small and scary get squished. Oh Luke is in his big brother mentor era!! Love to see it!

6) the council room!! The thrones look cool af, I can't wait to see all of the God's sitting on it! Oh, I have no idea how they're going to replace the actor, he is perfect as Zeus!! Yes!! Read him to filth Percy!!!! Holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Poseidon surrended for Percy 😭😭😭😭, I'm- Oh, Toby Stephens always eat. Omg!!! They're speaking Greek!! Is it Greek Greek or ancient Greek. Does anyone speak ancient Greek. Everyone?? What are Apollo, Artemis, Dionysus, and Demeter??? 😭

7) Percy and Poseidon!! Omg! Patrus 😭😭. Poseidon's smile about Sally... Bro... Ares is a moron 😂😂 (they've done the family vibe of the Olympians so well! 😂). Answer the question, Poseidon!!! Do you dream about her!?!?!

8) I wonder if thet planted that tree specifically to be Thalia's tree or if they just found a cool tree they liked lol. They hugged!! Holy shit, Clarisse is still here??? What is happening?!?!?

9) Luke being a responsible leader! We stan!! Annabeth being all cool, I see her!

10) fireworks! So cool!! The mommy issues in Luke are through the roof. Wait does Luke look like he's crying?? Wait what??? What do you mean she didn't???? Wait what?!?! Wtf. Luke?!?! No. LUKE SAY SOMEGHING! NOT THAT!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!?! HOLY SHIT. IM CRYING. NO.

Oh, he's making some good points. This are some valid points. Episode 1 Percy would be eating this up ngl. I mean, not to be a bitch, but like... Luke sounds like those girls that have been groomed... all like "he loves me! He's gonna take care of me!" Like... are you sure???

Are they trying their best Percy?? Are they really?? I'm not an expert, but maybe don't mention his dad to the kid you know has daddy issues, if you don't want him to kill you, just a thought. I kinda of want Percy to say he's and go apeshit on the Gods ngl. He apologized for hurting Luke 😭😭😭. Wait, what??? Annabeth!! No!! 😭😭😭 she heard everything, Luke's face, my heart 😭😭😭 I was not ready for all of this emotion

11) Armed escort lol. He doesn't want you dead, he wants you next to him. Very persuasive... sounds manipulative to me.... Mr D! He's funny af. I'm 90% sure it's Peter😂. I don't think so 😂. Kicking them all out, I can't, bro...

12) Annabeth is going to see her dad?!?! Omg her hair looks so cute!! Her talking to Thalia's tree is cute. Her dad is taking her to Disney world 😭😭. Percy telling her to be a kid 😭😭😭 Grover is gonna search for Pan!! Percy is gonna help him search the seas!! (The next one is called sea of monsters right?? Maybe that's the "main quest"???) The hug!!! 😭

13) I hadn't realized it earlier, the beach is Montauk!! Where his mom went missing! It's the beach house they came to. She's here!!!! Look at her!!!! 😭😭 hugging her baby boy 😭😭wait what??? No, Sally!! Where are you?!?! Wait, is that kronos?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? Is he sassying time itself?!?!!?! Bro.... 😭😂😭😂😂 what does he mean?!?!?! What?!?!

14) Sally!!!!!! She's here!!! The fact that he's only just starting 7th grade is wild... he's baby. Percy calling Kronos grandpa, I can't 😂😂. Sally is done with Percy's shit , I can't. "Kronos, Lord of the Titans, said that?" I love her 😂

15) blue pancakes?? They look good af ngl. It's a storm!! Poseidon is also there for Percy's first day of school 🥺. Didn't percy have a step-dad?? The asshole one? What happened to him??

16) oh, there he is. What an asshole. Sally changed the locks 😂. Good for her!! What a dick. Wait.. is that.... is that Medusa??? Omg! Holy shit!! That's hilarious!! 😂😂 good riddance!!!

I have no words. I need a new season now!!! This was by far my new favorite episode!! I love this so much!!! I'm heart broken. I need more!!!

[half-truths-and-hyperbole-louk]

Louk's Bad Batch rewatch part 14 let's goooo batchers 🤟

I apologise for the rewatch thoughts coming closer together now !! ily still 💕

the Bad Batch 1x10

I like this senators monacle 🧐

I also like seeing the other side, the pov of the 'bad guys'

"You're the ones trespassing" this line kinda breaks my heart because the clones seem to get this from both sides of the war - but the entire time they're just doing what they're told 🥲

OMEGA SITTING ON WRECKERS SHOULDER 💕

AND she's feeding him mantell mix 🥺

how many clones does it take to get Omega down from Wrecker's shoulder? three. THREE. Wrecker guides her by her leg, Hunter grabs her arm and Tech puts his hands out to stabilise her once she's on the ground 👀🥺🤲🥲💕😭

how many times did I watch that scene? yes

Tech smiling while Echo suspiciously sniffs the mantell mix 😍

they all sit at the bar and Hunter passes Omega his helmet almost without looking, makes me think that Omega asks to see his helmet so much that now he just hands it to her 🥺

Cid throws the datadisk at Tech who flinches and Hunter's hand comes out of nowhere and calmly catches it in front of his face 💅

"I don't exactly trust you either" ~ Hunter @ Cid bro keep that kind of thinking up buddy I think you're onto something here 🤔

Omega calling Hunter "sergeant" and saluting him 🥺🤲

Wrecker patting her shoulder as they leave !! 🥲

THAT IS CHILD LABOUR CID 😡

Echo: "I can't believe we're helping a separatist senator" Tech: "so you have said ... repeatedly" domino squad is cackling again

grumpy Echo 🤲

Echo and Tech arguing about the seppie 😂

Cid: *complaining about Omega's mood* Omega: "SoRry" so proud of our sassy lil bby

I know I've said this before but I used to think Cid's attitude was just a 'laugh it off' type thing, but there are so many red flags that I guess I ignored because they were somewhat safe, and now they're more obvious and I just- 😡

Omega knows what's up !!! Cid will do anything for money !!!

"we ain't allies tin bin" ~ Wrecker but also me @ cid lmao

Tech ✌

the way Hunter's voice changes from talking to Wrecker Echo & Tech to the droid 💀

Hunter forgetting Omega isn't with them 🥲

Hunter and Tech making eye contact and just "droids" 💀

"I'm good at strategy" + "what's my cut" + negotiating her winnings !!! YES OMEGA I'm SO proud 💕

TECH ONE ARMED GLIDING DOWN THE LINE TO THE TANK SHOOTING AT THE REGS WITH THE OTHER HAND AJDJAKAKD

since they learned about the chips they're no longer killing regs, they're only using stun rings!!

HUNTER SLIDING IN STUNNING THREE GUYS IN ONE GO AHSIALSKFDA I-

Wrecker and Hunter jumping off the walker together 👌

lmao not the vase 😂

Echo helping Hunter into the walker 🤲

Tech checking with Hunter before he does what the senator says !!!

the way none of them flinch with the explosion 👀

"live to fight another day" I am exploding with tears inconsolable don't touch me 😭😭😭😭😭

Wrecker scooping Omega up 🥰

Hunter telling Omega off and Wrecker immediately being sad about it 🥺

when Wrecker walks by and purposely bumps into Hunter to tell him to talk to Omega 🤲 he is so emotionally aware I love Wrecker sm 💕

Hunter challenging Omega !!! Hunter: "are you ready?" Omega: "are you?" 💅👑

another ep downnnn for some reason I thought this ep was way earlier in the season lol

thank you to everyone who is following along my lovelies 💕💕💕

[vader-anakin]

"A Place In My Heart" - Bucky Barnes x f! Reader, Part 2

I know I didn't get much attention from the last post but I'd like to share my thoughts about this story. 🥺

Word count: 1.3k

Tw: blood/violence/offensive words

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Bucky:

"So I see you lovebirds are getting along very well".

My jaw clenched and the man gave me an amused look. "Hello, Sam. I don't remember inviting you in," I said through gritted teeth. The Falcon gave us an amused laugh and purposely sat down between us.

"Buck, you know I'm always welcome here", he replied, using the nickname he knows he's not allowed to use, still smiling. Wilson nodded to (Y/N) and looked back at me. He wouldn't come after me unless he really needed to. And then I realized that that moment was exactly it.

"I'll leave you two alone and go back home, I need to rest." She got up from the couch in a jerky movement, trying to pull her gaze away from me, but I held mine, assuring her I hadn't regretted it. But I didn't want to involve her in my problems with Sam. So I walked her to the door, leaned against the doorframe, putting my hands in my pants pockets.

"So…see you," I said it in under my breath. When I said I hadn't danced since 1941, that's also what I was talking about. I sounded like a fucking plant talking to the woman in front of me.

"See you later, Bucky. Take care," (Y/N) replied, grabbing my shoulder as she greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and I felt my skin burn. No one had no idea how much I'm going to hear from Sam Wilson about that in the next few days.

I closed the door and sat down, waiting for Falcon to start talking. "Bucky and (Y/N) sitting in a treeee", he hummed and got serious when he saw my face. "Okay, alright, I'm sorry. I got carried away". I noticed that.

"So we'll need to leave town again tomorrow, I've been told they're stealing loads of weapons and ammunition in Greece. They're saying John Walker wants to travel there and avoid a catastrophe. We know that story," he explained. My head spun from the information, plus the alcohol that was still slowly dissipating in me.

"If he wants to go and try to resolve this situation like a great triumphant superhero, let him go." I snapped, my temples were exploding and I cursed myself to the last generation. "Sam, we can't try to fight this illustrious Captain America, the country is always waiting for him to save the day".

The man rolled his eyes, trying to remain calm. "Yes, Bucky. And that's the problem. We both know very well that one day that mask of his will fall and we need to be there. We have to show that the world needs Falcon and Winter Soldier." I sighed, counted to ten, and remembered the doctor's rule number 2: "don't hurt anyone".

Well, now I really wanted to hurt Sam because his refusal to become Captain America brought us to this situation, but he knows that and he's going to strangle me the next time I mention that. I didn't need to respond, we'd have to intercept whatever attack people were planning, and we needed to act subtly, considering Walker's illustrious presence is expected. I thought about everything, I made a trajectory in my head of what it would be like if (Y/N) were alone.

But at the same time I recognized her description and how strictly "friendly" our relationship was in the public eye. This would have to work out, as long as we made it back alive and away from bars, everything would be fine.

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I really thought things would be working out, when thousands of people walked through the streets of Athens armed with heavy weapons, in addition to stun bombs. Sam would fly around and give me information about individuals. We discovered that the groups were planning an attack due to the crisis conditions in the city. I said it was better to stay out, but he insisted. Several people pushed and barricaded themselves, while national security tried - unsuccessfully - to block the passages and attacks.

After several minutes in an attempt to stop the shooting, I decided I would use my gun and at least drop most of the men with some blank bullets. When I looked over my seven o'clock, I saw Captain America using his shield to protect a few innocent people who couldn't defend themselves. Just. Great.

I ran to where Sam instructed me by my earpiece while creating a wedge between the terrorists and the cops. This would never work without him.

"Barnes, John will attack them too. Watch out." He warned me and I held several civilians on the opposite side of the attack. Rubber bullets smacked into my left arm and bounced wildly in random directions. As I ran towards the attacks, I knocked several of them down with brute blows, seeming to knock them unconscious. That's when I felt a jolt in my jaw, and a hand gripping my neck.

The colored shield clung to the man's back was enough for me to understand that it was Walker. It is clear. I grabbed the arm tightly and the engines from my metal arm automatically removed his hand from my throat, making me gasp for air. I wonder if he didn't see it was me, or maybe that was on purpose.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Bucky, I didn't think it was you," he replied, taking a few steps back. "Don't hurt anyone", yeah fuck that now. My head went straight for his nose and he started bleeding straight away.

"Sam, can you track me? We've got a problem here," I said as I tried to pull away from John, or I'd break his face right there. The shield slammed into my back, knocking me to the ground as I was trampled by countless people. A hand dragged me to a corner of an alley and Wilson was pulling all the air out of his lungs

"What the fuck was that? Was that John?", Falcon asked while we tried to manage another way to deal with the situation, and we saw that Captain America was managing to disperse the public, but at the same time he was killing several terrorists.

"The guy is getting off all the people with such cowardice very well," he yelled. Yeah, I can see that. But I just got another plan.

"If you can still fly, keep an eye on my back while I take care of it." I came back through the crowd and grabbed the Captain by the collar, firing several thuds against him. He had strength, but he wasn't like Steve. Steve had more grip on his punches and would never look away from his opponent, something that distracted him. In an exchange of blows, he hit me several times in the same spot on my face, and the metallic taste of blood left me stunned.

"Bucky, back the fuck off right now. This is getting worse". This battle turned out to be a lot more personal than I'd planned, and when I finally managed to get away from him, I kicked him hard in the stomach and dashed out of there.

In the jet, Sam and I tried not to worry about what would happen on the way back, especially after Walker got back to the States. What would the Americans' reaction be if he decided to talk about the personal conflict between him and the Winter Soldier? My ribs were definitely broken, and my face was swollen from his punches, while Wilson tried to keep a pleasant face, even though he wanted to laugh at the situation I went through.

His eyes returned to the shield that rested atop a single bench and he glanced at me. He didn't realize I saw it, but I noticed there was a certain amount of regret for doubting his ability to represent Steve.

As I tried to rest my body, a variety of flashes of battles as the Winter Soldier quickly ran through my mind, and the more effort I made to keep myself sane, the more images appeared. And this happened every time I returned from a mission.

[demxnicprxncess]

50 shades of grey with sub kit walker and dom female reader please? 🥺

This going to have two parts because I can only to 2 before losing motivation.

Taglist: @kitwalkersgfff, @ppawmpkin, @yes-divine-ruler, @quicksilversg1rl, @charsdunkie lmk if you would like to be added or removed my dears.

50 Shades of the Walkers.

I turned down my music in my car, still humming the tune of "Uptown Girl" by Billy Joel. I pulled into the little gas station that looked slightly abandoned. I had noticed a brown-haired man with the cutest little face. He looked like he was a little bit of a softie. I smiled as I got out of my car and walked into the shop part. "Hi, do ya think you could help me with the gas?" He smiled and nodded walking down to my car with me. I handed him the cash and watched as he pumped the gas for me. "You're kinda cute." He smiled at me. "Thanks." "I can pick you up after work and we can hang out at my house..." He flashed me a smile again making me return it. After a couple of hours, I came back and seen the same man waiting.

That's how it all started. I met Kit and we were so attached. He'd began sleeping at my house randomly and always questioned what was in my secret room and today would be the day I'd show him. "Now Kit, you can't get scared and try to leave me... I swear to every God there is I would never hurt you." His face looked purely scared for his little life as I twisted the doorknob before opening the door. The room filled with red padded walls a huge bed in the middle, ropes, whips, chains, and even an assortment of hand cuffs are on the walls. I listen to hear any noise, but I don't, it's dead silent. "Kit..." He looked at me eyes wide. I was afraid I had scared away the one man in my life I would trade this whole life for. "Can we use everything in here?" I looked at him slightly taken aback. "Well, uhm sure but not now Kit." I saw him frown a little bit and give me the best doe eyed look he could muster up. "Momma, I just wanna use that bed... and maybe the handcuffs." I sighed getting ready to tell him no again but felt him come behind me and grind against me slightly. "Kit..." He kept whimpering into my ear before moving to place kisses on my neck. "C'mon momma, I'll be a real good boy... you can even peg me.." I looked at him stunned. He had been quite literally so against the idea of me pegging him. "Dear god Kit, you don't mean that. Hush." He kissed me and slowly walked me to the bed. "Well, since we're already here..." I glared at him. "You sneaky little brat." I layed him down straddling him. "Guess I get to peg you." His eyes widened in horror. "Be gentle momma.."

cliffhanger cs im evil like that

[andromythical]

PJO FINALE SPOILERS!!

"Look - You didn't ask to be a half-blood" OOH IM GAGGED. the swordfighting flashbacks??? "I warned you. If you're not careful, you'll find out who I am." OH THAT IS MY PERCY JACKSON RIGHT THERE!! THE WAVE GOING AROUND HIM????? HE SLASHED ARES' ACHILLES TENDON.... OH MY GODS. OHH HADES' HELM.. "tell Hades I expect him to do the same.... please." OHH THE ZEUS CONVERSATION IN THE CABIN ! "I'm done running from monsters. This is too important, I have to try." ANNABETH GIVIJG HIM HER NECKLACE IM SICKKK

"just to be clear, how sure are we we cant explain all of this in an email?" "Where's the glory in that? WOAH. OLYMPUS IS SO COOL???? I WOULD KILL TO LIVE THERE. ohh another Percy and Luke flashback.. THE SPIDER/DEMIGOD COMPARISON?? "Things that are small and scary.. get squished." HOLY SHIT. oh the council room is not at all as cool as I thought. r.i.p Lance Reddik, absolute legend 🫡 OHHH THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS SOOOO GOOD. "BOY. the war proceeds, it ends with victory." oh wow. oh wowwee. "They obey, because theyre afraid." TOA REFERENCE?? OH MY GODS OH MU GODS POSEIDON SAVING PERCY IM THROWING UP IM ILL!! "Take your victory, just spare my son." number 1 dad alert?? THEY'RE SPEAKING ANCIENT GREEK??? WHAT?? THIS IS SO COOL??? "Make sure I never see this one again" uhm about that... "The sea does not like to be restrained" HE SAID THE LINE!!! HE SAID THE LINE!! ohh they both love Sally so much I'm dying. "Do you ever dream about mom?" ohhh I'm sobbing. THE LOOK ON PERCY'S FACE WHEN POSEIDONS HAND PULLS AWAY?? ARE THOSE THE STOLL BROTHERS?? OR CASTOR AND POLLUX?? ohh they're hugging. oooh they're strategizing. CLARISSE!! leave my girl ALONE!! "And you should be betrayed by one who calls you a friend" oh honeyyy :( HES FIGURING IT OUT. THE FIREWORKS LIGHTING LUKES SCAR?? "I didn't think you'd give them to Grover to wear." he likes Grover, he didn't want Grover to be hurt because he was his first proper protector, he lead him, Annie, and Thalia to safety, to camp, Luke DIDN'T WANT TO HURT GROVER. Ohh walker and Charlie's acting is insane... BACKBITER ??? ohh this is so good kid from the musical coded. "This isn't you!! 🥺🥺" Luke's face when Percy said he met Hermes is making me SOB. oh this fight scene is so sick... ANNABETH??? Luke's face?? HE WENT THROUGH THE GATEWAY?? I'm crying. "I don't think he does either, that's what scares me." OHHHH. "You are a leader in the eyes of your fellow half-bloods." HES TWELVE ??? 😭😭 "Percy?? That's your name??" Oh Dionysus I love you. ANNABETHS HAIR DEVOURED??? "And then some place like Disney world?" ANNABETHHH "just.. be a kid." OH MY GOD. GROVERS SEARCHING LICENCE?? "No ones bothered to check the seas!" WOO FORESHADOWING!! THE GROUP HUG :(( CRYING. SALLY!!!! the only mother and son duo ever. Ohh their acting is unreal. IT WAS A DREAM?? is that Kronos?? he's fucking ugly I can't even lie... OHH IT'S SALLY SHES REAL!! "grandpa:(" "don't call him that..." cry laughing. They're so precious to me :(((( BLUE PANCAKES!! I'm sick this is so perfect 😭😭 the brainrot is real.

[madaboutmunson]

i’m a sucker for dad eddie munson if we can have some 🥺

Hi there!!

First of all, thank you so much for being my first ask, and picking an Eddie I've never written before 🤩 I hope you enjoy it 💚💚

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"You didn't get a replacement? Well, yes, I know that, sweetheart…You know I would never want to miss out, but now I've kinda got my hands full with Ozzy here," Eddie says as gently as he can into the phone, precariously balanced between his cheek and shoulder.

Whilst simultaneously shushing and making big goofy faces at the toddler in his arms, that's slowly emerging from its most recent meltdown because he wasn't allowed to eat a CD.

"I know, honey, I know you're the one working all day today." Eddie sighs in defeat but can't help but smile as he looks into the big brown eyes of the babbling babe, "You know what, sugar, me and Ozzy here, we're gonna make it work. So don't worry about it, ok? Ok, babe…yep, I love you too…see you later."

He switches the baby to one arm, puts the phone down in the cradle, checks his watch, and turns to Ozzy.

"Ok, buddy, we've got like forty minutes to look handsome as all hell, get you fed and all sleepy, pick up Joanie's favourite hair tie that she needs; otherwise, the world will collapse, and she won't play at her recital, and then get over to the school for said performance."

He puts Ozzy in his walker and, with a vast false smile, says, "And all of this would have been so much simpler if the babysitter hadn't decided to sneak her boyfriend over last time and got herself fired."

Eddie runs, grabs his electric razor, and starts shaving in the mirror.

Ozzy babbles. Eddie replies, "I know…I know I completely lost my shit with her, but I was paying her to watch you and Joanie, and she wasn't"

Ozzy blows a few raspberries and giggles.

Eddie pokes his head around at Ozzy, "I will not apologise. No way, man."

Another raspberry from Ozzy.

"I said no way!!" Eddie giggles in the mirror as he splashes on some cologne and gets half dressed in his suit. Leaving his shirt, tie and blazer on the hanger.

He rushes back into Ozzy and picks him up from his walker, "Ok, now for you, little guy". Eddie sets about making sure Ozzy has a fresh diaper, a comfy onesie that looks like a tuxedo, and brushes his ever-so-soft hair out of his face with the tiny baby brush. Save for the solitary ringlet at the front of his head, Eddie twirls it gently around his finger and lets it spring back into place.

Eddie marvels at his son, "Lady-killer" he winks at Ozzy, who blows another raspberry with bubbles in response, "Ok, Ok, or you know any gender you like, geez. Tough crowd here tonight."

Eddie grabs the bottle from the warmer, which slips from his hand, but he expertly catches it on his shiny patent shoe and flicks it back up in the air for an effortless catch.

"Your old man's still got it!" He winks and sticks out his tongue at his son, earning him a fit of giggles.

He cradles his son to his chest and feeds him his bottle whilst walking around looking for the other items he needs. The change bag, the infamous hair tie, a set of ear defenders, and a random scoop of snacks from the cupboard.

Ozzy is placed back in his walker whilst Eddie packs the car, not forgetting the stroller this time, as Ozzy was much heavier than last year, and he was sure his arms couldn't take it.

Once triple-checking everything, Eddie finally gets fully dressed and transfers Ozzy from the walker to the car seat.

Once both are safely buckled in, Eddie pauses for a moment and looks in the rearview mirror at Ozzy, "Hey, man! It's just you and me. We can listen to whatever we want!!"

Eddie rustles under the passenger chair, retrieves a box, opens the window and blows the dust off the tape container.

"Slayer? Megadeath? Black Sabbath?" Eddie asks as he offers the tape collection to Ozzy, whose tiny chubby finger lands on Iron Maiden.

Eddie looks impressed at his son, "Ok…ok, I could go for that" as soon as the music starts up, He starts up the car and takes a quick look back at his son, whose bottom lip is stuck out, shaking. His soft brow smushed as he put his hands to his ears.

Eddie melts and rolls his eyes, "Alright, champ, no need to get upset" Eddie ejects the tape and puts in the nursery rhyme tape, his son's face lights up, and he can't repress the huge dimpled grin on his own face.

As a compromise, the nursery rhymes stay on, but Eddie ad libs some sung guitar solos and high-pitched metal singing occasionally over the top of it.

He pulls the station wagon into the parking lot and sets about reconstructing the stroller. He places an almost sleeping Ozzy into it silently and gently before cautiously adorning him with a set of little ear defenders and speed walks his way to the auditorium.

A blur of neon races towards his leg at an almighty speed, causing him to exhale an 'Oof' at the impact.

"Daddy!!! Did you bring it? Did you? Huh? Have you got it?"

"Of course I did, Angel" he pulls out the hair tie with the two googly-eyed cats on. "Want me to do it for you?"

Joanie nods enthusiastically, and Eddie replaces the frog hair tie for the cats ensuring her ponytail is perfectly central with no bumps, just the way she liked it.

"You can have the frog hair tie for your hair" she looks up at him blinking and offering it up to him.

Eddie touches his long hair and rolls his eyes, "Sorry honey, Daddy forgot to tie his hair up for this fancy recital" He kneels down, and Joanie ties his voluminous curly dark hair into a low ponytail.

"Thank you, m'lady" Eddie gives her a toothy grin and bows to his daughter, whose laughter fills his heart so much he's confident it might explode one of these days.

He gives her an all-encompassing hug and three squeezes for luck, just as she liked. Then, as they move out of the hug, he holds her by her shoulders and looks in her eyes. "Now you get out there, kid, and tear the roof off this stuffy old place. We're gonna be right here, Ozzy and me, cheering you on, ok? You've got this!"

Joanie mirrors Eddie's dimpled smile, "Ok. I will. I promise!" She smiles as she runs off towards the stage.

An hour or so later, Ozzy is still sound asleep in the ever-rocking stroller, by way of Eddie's foot, keeping in time to whatever is playing. He almost falls asleep a few times himself, but then he hears Joanie's name over the microphone and snaps out of an almost slumber to his feet, applauding and whooping loudly.

Someone behind him tuts and mumbles something. He whips around and intensely stares at them, pointing firmly at the stage, "That right there is my little girl, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna be seated just because there was no fucking standing room."

He narrows his eyes at them, pinching his fingers together on one ringed hand whilst the other remains on his belted hip.

"I have had quite the day of it, and I would sincerely appreciate it if you kept your thoughts and opinions to your stuck-up selves, and let me show my kid, how much I love being here to watch her play. Al-fucking-right?!" He leans forward into them as they recoil in their seats.

Eddie smiles and claps his hands, "Then we have an accord. Great!"

He turns around to watch Joanie play Ode to Joy on her violin. A huge grin encompasses the lower half of his face, and his eyes fill with proud tears. That's my little angel, killing it on stage.

Whenever she looks up from her music, he's sure to be ready with a wave or throws the horns up at her, and she returns a shy smile before returning to the piece.

When she takes her final bow, Eddie whoops, cheers and roars like he was a one-man crowd. This whole time his other leg hasn't once stopped gently rocking the stroller containing a softly slumbering Ozzy in his ear defenders.

He sits back down in his seat and waits for the end of the show before rushing to collect the apple of his eye.

He puts her violin in the bottom of the stroller and hoists her up onto his shoulders, and she holds on tight whilst Eddie pushes the stroller out of the auditorium.

Once all buckled in the car, he turns to Joanie and, in hushed tones, says, "I'm sorry I have to whisper this, honey, but it's just because your brother is sleeping. You annihilated that piece tonight, my angel. Absolutely rocked that place!!" He takes her little hand and plants a kiss on the back of it.

[minervas-wife]

TWD S5 E16 LIVE THOUGHTS

'well u can lower that 😒🙄' u can hear him wanting to roll his eyes

'that's a lot :0'

the interrupting himself to say 'put that down' makes me laugh everytime

his stick martial arts always make me think of that capoiera episode of bobs burgers

eyyy back to aaron and daryl

nvm now back to rick

the laughing when he sees his in a 'cell' hes literally deranged 😭😭

'its like the train car' and he was LAUGHING about it 😭😭

'bc these people are children and children like stories' goes hard. go carol

dude what the hell. mans already planning a gd hostage situation

christ alive rick

i feel like ive typed that so many times for these few episodes

'he pointed out at people' dude i wish u could see what was happeningoutside the walls

sasha in the walker grave 😭😭 baby get out there

she is so condescending in this scene 😭😭 'oh sunshine...'

steven and lauren built such an unrivaled chemistry for maggie and glenn. they are the blueprint twd relationship

THE CHAIN OMG

im forever obessessed with this scene of carol threatening pete

can't wait for pete to die

nicholas u stupid coward

'cus all life is precious daryl' 🥺🥺

i love u rosita u are too funny

crisis of faith gabriel 🙄🙄

oh my god i forgot the walkers were the wolves

gabe the snake 😡😡

jessie is sitting there with a black eye and deanna is like yeah but we need to punish him for beating up ur abusive husband

bc he is useful to the asz,,, he's the only one with medical training but why did she never make him train up anyone else?? i mean what was gonna happen if he ever got hurt or anything

carl and judith looking at the music box he picked up for maggie 😭😭😭

ohhhh the wolves have pictures

girl got me cheering at 'do it'

[ratsoh-writes]

Continued skeletons in child leashes

Pluto: I am holding him like a birthday balloon

Jupiter: I am holding him like a hot air balloon. We have passed the clouds. A plane has flown under us. I don't think he is going to stop.

Butch: he is reluctantly being held by Darling

Snipe: he is happily being held by Darling

Edge: his eyes widen and suddenly narrow. He pulls out a notebook and starts writing down all the ways I will be ruined legally

Lilac: Reaching behind his back, he unhooks the leash. He smiles before sprinting off while still holding the leash lead I am attached to. Unlike Star, there is no mercy stop.

Papyrus: he wears the leash just fine. After a while he says he has an errand and I suddenly only see the leash remains. After an hour he returns and puts the leash back on.

Compass: just kind of has this look on his face that speaks about trauma from reluctant acceptance of a situation.

Bruiser: he's being held by Don, pouting, as if this had happened before.

Cricket: I turn around. The leash holds his replica made of fireworks.

Lens: also lays on the ground like a cat on a leash but his large glasses hit the sun just right and set off Cricket's firework clone. Panic ensues.

G: manages to convince me I am cutting off his oxygen and putting every one of these rib-breathing skeletons at risk. However I can hold them with leaves from a mango tree carefully weaved together as long as we are at the beach where the saltwater is in the air.....(I am played a fool)

Coffee: gets in position to take the shot

Lush: manages to hold the lead to pull me before saying "comes at a cost. pay up."

Sugar: also holding Winnie on a leash, deep in thought. He highlights how demeaning this is but at the same time it accomplishes so much? Is this ethical? He asks Winnie if she is happy.

Winnie: *runs so her dad falls over while giggling*

Mal: just like Wine, the roles have been reversed but the leash is immediately taken away as he explains how I am not deserving to be his pet.

Rancher: *just rips it off like tissue paper.*

Peaches: *has pie, doesn't complain*

Moose: break time. That's fine.

Maple: "ARE WE JUST STANDING HERE?" *Awkwardly fidgets before just deciding to walk off. It's not like I can stop him.*

Rhythm: he moves around me in a dance but I realize I have been tied up like a starwars ATAT walker.

Noir: he is upset that I just tied the leash to his leg. At least try.

Rust: he wishes this was the first time. (Daycare or Annie? Who knows)

Ram and Pitch: we've all agreed it is in poor taste for them to wear a leash so we don't go there.

Fisher: *starts chuckling while pointing out how he was finally fished*

Jasper: Why?? What did I do?? 🥺🥺

Finn: he understands the situation and instead is planning out events we can all do together.

Honey: sighs and then glitches out after a while to DM his next session.

Salt: *looks around at everyone on a leash* So is this like a dungeon or...?

Boss: I have been murdered

Slim: hides my body under a pile of leashes

Sparks: "OHH~!!! CAN I INVITE KIT!? 💙 WE'RE A PACKAGE DEAL." Sparks no this isn't-

Orion: "I once had to tattoo one of these on someone.... I don't like where this is going."

Atlas: *pulls the leash at exactly the right calculated angle to make my head hit the ground.*

Cider: politely holding still but inside he is screaming.

Barley: sits down and pulls out his guitar. As long as he is here he may as well boost up his fan base with the free crowd.

Tempo: *tries to cheer up Compass by tapping out a tune with a pencil on a notepad*

Capitan: he slices the leash.

Hook: a room full of anxious people trying to leave? He'll fight you to be the first one out. And by you he means me. But he can't punch me because it's like kicking a puppy. Capitan finally cuts the leash.

Quill: I am too heavy for him to lift. Instead I am attacked like the chickens in Zelda.

Crow: I am not too heavy to lift. I have been dropped in the ocean.

Ajshjdhdjdjdjdjd these are all so on point!!! 😭😭😭

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

Elliott Walker x Demi July • Crossover

And I don't know why But with you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress Fearless

Demi belongs to @randomestfandoms-ocs

🩰🖤🩰🖤🩰🖤🩰🖤

It looks like someone put ants in his clothes. That's the first thing Demi thinks. Elliott is in front of her and is waving, that's the only way to describe it, badly and out of rhythm. He's no sense wriggling his arms over his head, looking like that huge air puppets that they put outside amusement parks, even if he's much slower. He has a silly smile on his face.

"What, you don't think I'm the greatest dancer the world has ever seen?" he asks her, still swinging. Demi knows that he's just being an idiot, that Elliott in actually a great dancer but she can't help to laugh and whisper a soft "No!" while giggling.

That's all Elliott wanted to hear. Her laugh. He just wanted to make her smile and see the way her eyes light up when she's happy, like really happy. He can't help but be proud of himself because he knows that making the amazing girl in front of him laugh is the best thing he could do today.

Without even realizing it, he takes her hands and starts to tugging them back and foward, this time following the rhythm of the song. For a moment he panics because that's not what he wanted. He knows how much dancing scares her right now, he was there last time, when everything went to shit. He's about to stop but then he realizes that Demi's not worried. She's just looking at him smiling and she's following his moves. She's not exactly dancing, neither Elliott is, but she's moving and she's not even thinking about it! He doesn't know it, but she's more focused on his smile and the way his eyes are twinkling than on what her body is doing. And oh, how he makes her feel... like she's seen for who she truly are, not just for her talent of because she's famous. He can see her heart and her soul.

And as the song continues, their sway starts to become something more elaborate until they're actually dancing without even notice. Even when Demi realizes what she's doing, she doesn't stop. Elliott is so soft and gentle with her and she's looking at her like she's the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. She knows that they can stop in a moment, she just have to let go his hands and he will never try to do it again. She knows it, she can do it, but she doesn't want to. For the first time is so long she's dancing and it feels like freedom instead of a cage. For the first time in so long this feels exactly like Elliott told her should feel: she's having fun. She's happy of what she's doing and, even if she's dancing with somebody, she's doing it for herself, not for someone else.

Elliott is softly singing in her ear now, not enough to cover the stereo but enough to be heard and make her heart miss a beat.

"This woman is my destiny, she says oh oh oh-"

"Shut up and dance with me"

Sorry darling if you find some errors, I find difficult writing in english, but I had to just for them, they're babies 🥺

[dyingofcookies]

Girly I been thinking about something and I just had to share this thought with you, (also I wrote this with your character design in my mind because SHE WILL NOT LEAVE MY HEAD LMAO)

Imagine Zdog with a gf who's a singer back on Earth. She's their century's Beyonce. She is THAT girl. She even played the Superbowl Halftime Show a couple of years before she was drafted for Project Phoenix. Now, the recoms have no idea about this until Y/N spills her bag and a couple of hard drives spill out, but she doesn't see them go under the Mess Hall table they're all sitting at, so they're not picked up and taken back to her room. After Y/N leaves, Lyle pops the one marked "1" in blue nail polish into the TV. What plays is her performance for the Halftime Show. To their dismay, her bangs are covering her eyes, and they have been ever since her debut. She performs, does her thing, they go through the hard drives while she's taking a nap in she and Z's room. They cannot believe this is who their best friend is. Z can't believe this is who her GIRLFRIEND IS.

Y/N eventually wakes up from her nap and goes to the Mess Hall to try and grab some grub. She sees them watching her, performing for all of those audiences through all those years. "What the fuck? How did you guys get ahold of those?" She says.

"They fell out of your bag and you didn't pick them up. We thought we'd look at em." Walker replied. Y/N sighs and starts laughing. "You must not take me as seriously anymore, now, huh? Now that you know how I used to be a silly little pop star."

"No, not at all, my love." Z replied, holding Y/N's hands in hers. She sighed and said, "I'm gonna go back to sleep. I don't wanna talk anymore." Lyle tried to go after her, but Z told him to let her be.

When the lights go out, Z goes to the room, sighing and looking at her lover sleeping peacefully. She joins her, and pulls the covers over her too. They cuddle as Z falls into slumber.

(Hope you enjoyed, I might start writing for AVATAR as a whole, so Ima post this on my account lol)

(lmk if you want more, I just kept thinking of that AU)

OMG KJJHKsGSGUTGFTVFVTGFFTGFGTKGKH *HAS A FUCKING SEZIURE* JBHJHJKH I LOOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE IT BEST FUCKING IDEA EVERRRRRR HYUGKUIHUYTYUYUHUIYUKYUKHYGUkGgGGGggg *dies happliy*

BITCHHH YA SHOULD WRITE MORE OF THISHHHJKH 🥺💕💕

🥺❤❤❤ I FUCKNG LOVE YOU @ali3n-4rom-3rth 🥺❤❤💕

[annathesillyfriend]

Anna's December Fic Recs

Welcome to my December fic recommendations masterpost!! Can't believe that 2021 is over 😵 This year's been filled with so much talent and so many incredible stories 💙 I am so thankful for the joy and comfort the wonderful writers have brought me these past months. You are always there when I need something to make me feel better and I could never repay you for that. I adore you all 💙 I wish you all a happy new year, may 2022 be the best year of your lives!

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much!

To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

Also, please, mind the writers’ warnings!

MARVEL

🎄Steve Rogers🎄

the most beautiful work of art by @melwilson

one-shot, this made me feel so many things, wow just wow

ready when you are by @bloomingbucky

one-shot, 18+, baby making with husband!steve, i mean 😫😫😫

stay (i'll keep you warm) by @/anika-ann

one-shot, part of the attached universe, my babies are on their honeymoon and i'm 🥰🥰 but also 🥵

date night by @musingsinmoonlight

one-shot, 18+, Suz is back again with delicious wonderful stories and it's so badass of her 👌 love that for us

unspoken by @/musingsinmoonlight

one-shot, black widow!reader, see above 👆

🎄Sam Wilson🎄

surprise by @/musingsinmoonlight

one-shot, sam 'boyfriend of the year' surprises reader at work and i desperately want to be her

a christmas miracle by @bvckysmoon

one-shot, college!sam, he's the most charming guy to ever exist

3 am kisses by @beelicious-barnes

one-shot, i want sam to give me all the kisses 🥺

time for love by @19ana45

one-shot, this fic makes me go AHHHHHHHHHHH

a promised present by @moonlight-prose

one-shot, i am a human embodiment of the heart eyes emoji after reading this fic

🎄Bucky Barnes🎄

cruel summer by @perpetuelledaydreaming

one-shot, friends with benefits, angst!!! ugh so good

maybe in another life by @heavenlybarnes

one-shot, bucky's putting back together the piecese steve's left you in, so beautiful!

fields are painted gold by @nexusnyx

one-shot, husband!bucky, satruday morning, i'm in heaven. Nyx had blessed us with so many wonderful stories this month (and in general), please check them all out, this girl has some real talent

stolen comforts by @bonkywobble

one-shot, hi i'm anna and i'm a slut for husband!bucky

the match by @babyboibucky

series, ceo!bucky, it started out with a kiss tinder match, how did it end up like this??? i was losing voice and hair over this story but it's just so good. read it, just do it

a kiss in central park by @bwhitewolfbarnes

one-shot, i want to get bucky kisses too 🥺

the christmas party by @buckyhoney

one-shot, 18+, turns out office parties don't have to be boring 😈

listen to me, not just my words by @bloomingbucky

one-shot, 18+, best friend!bucky x avenger!reader, friends to lovers, miscommunication, just phenomenal 🙌

paper airplanes I coffee for the soul by @/moonlight-prose

one-shot, great fic!

making up for lost time by @sweetdreamsbuck

one-shot, this will make you melt like ice cream on the hottest day of summer 😌

snowfall, softly by @sweetdreamsbuck

one-shot, beefy!lumberjack!bucky, i am just so in love with this one

parent-teacher conference by @coffeecatsandcandles

series, teacher!reader x widowed dad!bucky, enemies to lovers, so amazing!!!!!

delicate edges by @wkemeup

series, biker!bucky x florist!reader, another extraordinary story from Cas, you really need to read this one!

compromises by @/kinanabinks

one-shot, lumberjack!bucky, exes to lovers, john walker can go to hell 💁‍♀️

eyes on the screen by @kinanabinks

one-shot, best friend!roommate!bucky, best friends to lovers, very cute shit 👌

🎄Shang-Chi🎄

buns & mistletoe by @buckybleu

one-shot, beefy!lumberjack!shang-chi x baker!reader, he's calling her bunny, i am dead 😫

🎄Joaquin Torres🎄

nadie más que tú by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, friends to lovers, fake-dating, idiots in love. if that wasn't enough for you then just know that Dani + Joaco = 🥰🥰🥰🥰. she is the #1 torres writer and you can't change my mind

🎄Peter Parker🎄

old scarf by @peterbenjiparker

one-shot, this one is gonna break your heart :') (but go and read it anyway)

interrupted by @starrysoftie

one-shot, tasm!peter, friends to lovers, i love this format so much and this story was just so cute!!

under the weather by @cocoamoonmalfoy

one-shot, fluffy times with boyfriend!pete 🥰

it's all coming back to me now by @siempre-bucky

one-shot, based on no way home, named after the greatest song of all time, we love to see it

turning page and sweater weather by @clints-lucky-arrow

two-shot, tasm!peter, neighbour!reader, so lovely 🥺

perfume by @devotion

one-shot, your honor, i love them

that time of year by @vendettaparker

one-shot, stark!reader, heartbreaking at times but also so lovely!

band-aids and birkins by @aniqua

one-shot, bimbo!wealthy!reader, uni au, loved this!

now and forever by @ptersmj

one-shot, pillowtalk about your future with pete 🥺

this fic by @/ptersmj

one-shot, taking care of a sick baby peter, it's exactly as cute as it sounds

HOLLAND & CO.

🎄Tom Holland🎄

monthlies by @t-lostinworlds

one-shot, boyfriend!tom is a gem 🙌

ken-doll by @vendettaparker

one-shot, 18+, healer!reader 😂 such a fun fic 😂

we could call it even by @wazzupmrstark

one-shot, 18+, ex best friends to lovers, i've been listening exclusively to 'tis the damn season for the last 3 weeks so naturally i love this story

saudade by @celestialholland

one-shot, exes to lovers, oh oh tom made a fucky wucky 👀

crashing by @softholand

one-shot, enemies to lovers, getting locked in a bathroom and making bets with frat!tom ����

married the wrong man by @farfromharry

one-shot, reader's making a big big mistake, will she be able to fix it? best friend!tom

sugaer cookie kisses by @/farfromharry

one-shot, dad!tom x baker!reader, such a lovely story 💙💙

denim jacket by @saturnpeter

one-shot, this story will have you completely smitten!

🎄Harrison Osterfield🎄

missing piece by @/softholand

one-shot, barista!reader, haz being the most adorable thing in the whole entire world 🥺

🎄Harry Holland🎄

pleasure exchange by @/softholand

one-shot, 18+, rich kid!harry x rich kid!reader, enemies to lovers, do i need to say more? 🥵

OTHERS

900 celebration by @violetlilysunshine

collection of fics with tom holland, harry holland and chris evans, these are all great ❤

2k followes celebration by @rodrikstark

collection of headcannons with lots of great character, love all of them with everything i have🥰

🎄Barry Keoghan🎄

in agreement by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, 18+, actress!reader, i am so head over heels for this fic it's kinda insane but like, how am i supposed to be calm about anything that Ava does? READ IT!!!

🎄Chris Beck🎄

dorothea by @/starbuckie

one-shot, exes to lovers, beautiful work 🥺

home with his starshine by @starbuckie

one-shot, college!au, holiday fluff 💙

🎄Dramione🎄

stupidity or serenity by @/real-jane

series, it's a christams fic, i love it with every single cell of my body. Kate is a god tier writer and i stan real hard!

relentless by @/real-jane

series, takes place at their last year at hogwarts, see above

he shouldn't but he does by @real-jane

one-shot, this is so beautiful, just like all Kate's works. i don't have words to express how thankful i am for all this dramione content 💙

🎄Remus Lupin🎄

the christmas burnout by @starbuckie

one-shot, christmas with remus and i'm all 🥺🥰

🎄Spencer Reid🎄

home by @cloudybarnes

one-shot, such a soft fic, amazing!

🎄Colin Shea🎄

make it up to you by @secretswiftymarvelfan

one-shot, 18+, colin is so cute here, i just wanna squish his cheeks and kiss his stupid face

🎄Johnny Storm🎄

baby it's cold outside by @wiypt-writes

one-shot, 18+, getting snowed in with johnny. honestly, just thinking about this makes me want to scream

🎄Frank Adler🎄

holly jolly husband by @mjolnir-steve

one-shot, 18+, husband!frank, making babies, all the fun stuff 😌

more than a hookup by @americasass91

one-shot, 18+, uh i love this one so much

🎄Ransom Drysdale🎄

a tortuous holiday. by @inklore

one-shot, 18+, enemies to lovers, hot hot hot 🥵🥵

wonderful and warm by @the-iceni-bitch

series, 18+, celebrating one year anniversary at the thrombey family vacation, this is so so good!

🎄Ari Levinson🎄

bad news, good ideas by @anika-ann

one-shot, 18+, reader's secret santa has a very good taste 😏 i don't read for ari but this was so good, i swear i'd read terms and conditions if they were written by my love Anika 💙

[trailshome]

[five times protective] for lesilfae and mc (child!mc if possible) please please please 🥺

// np, I got you, Death!! A little sprinkle of 'angst' and fluff! <3

[five times protective] -- featuring Lesilfae and Child!MC

THE FIRST TIME -- A child. Lesilfae's eyes land directly on a child, sitting cozily in his office. They don't look as nervous as he'd expected, nor do they seem completely aware of what's happening, of the position they are in. He isn't sure what Galeon is expecting or hoping to achieve but looking into the eyes of this strange child, this world-walker... it's hard not to want to help, at least, not a little bit. He'll try but that's all he can promise. It's all he can do.

THE SECOND TIME -- He's found himself entangled in something far bigger than himself, something that transcends many of his fellow companions. But he can't leave, not when this child is in a world unknown to them and at the mercy of people beyond them. His attention swings wildly between the child held close to him and the battle happening just beyond. Hide. Hide, keep the child away, keep them from sight... That's all he can do.

THE THIRD TIME -- They call for the child, for their blood, their flesh, their being. They don't understand anything beyond what's told to them. Why are they here? Why do they mingle with these people, these bloodthirsty villagers? The child weeps as their limbs and clothing are tugged on but he can only watch and persuade while his companions leap into action, weapons drawn and magic crackling. He bends over the child, trying to keep the groping hands away. He tries to make the people think differently. He has to. It's all he can do.

THE FOURTH TIME -- They've returned for the child. They came from beneath the floor, from behind the walls, dripping from the ceilings. How? How? How? He takes the child's hands, looks them deep in the eyes, and pushes them through the door. 'Run!' he yells as they scramble off into the thick undergrowth. He stays. His friends are no longer. He stays, he buys them time. Protect the child. Protect the child. It's all he can do.

THE FIFTH TIME -- They're safe. It's over but the child is still here. They don't seem to care but it's a curious situation, but he supposes it all ended for the better. He sits in the living room with the child, Hollond and Galeon making (burning in Galeon's case) dinner. The child is coloring on the floor, thick crayons, just bought by Lesilfae leaving smears of colors. Once they've finished, they show it to him; him, Galeon, Hollond, and the child. All drawn together with giant smiles on their faces. MC has helpfully labeled each person as 'dad', 'papa', 'baba', 'me'. Dad... Is he dad? Can he be dad? When he looks into the child's gleaming eyes he realizes, yes, he can be dad. It's all he can do. All he wants to do... is be a dad. A father.

[hiddles-and-skittles]

Hey there

Favourite falcon and winter soldier scenes?

Hi!!😄❤❤

It's funny you ask about that, I just finished the series for the umpteenth time haha!

Thank you for being patient, I went episode by episode and today has been super hectic😅

Literally every Bucky and Sam scene!

But for realsies:

Ep 1 New World Order

The face Bucky makes when trying to get Yori to calm down. I love seeing him emote; his expressions always fascinate me because The Winter Soldier had next to no expressions, and Bucky has no idea what to do with his face. Bless him.

I think one of my favorite things is the kind of parallel between what Bucky does vs what Dr. Raynor says. "Don't do anything illegal." *Proceeds to do something illegal* We love a chaotic boy.

Oh my god Sam's little bird wave took me out!!

Ep 2 The Star-Spangled Man

"Who we fighting now, Gandalf?" Totally confirms that our boy is a nerd™️

Bucky's relationship with Red Wing. When he bats at it like a cat😂

The way he thinks about Red Wing reminds me of how Natasha views it.

Ep 3 Power Broker

When Sharon fights!! Although she isn't my favorite character (there's so much they could have done with her and Van Camp does a lovely job) she kicks ass. Can't deny that!

The entire sequence of Winter Soldier mode when Bucky fights in that bar. Like please sir, step on me.

Sam's outfit! And the "I can't run in these heels!!!"

Freaking Zemo popping up in that car like a cocky mofo😂

Ep 4 The Whole World Is Watching

The beginning scene that makes me cry every time I see it. That moment when you can see Bucky break free of his "rotted fur," where you can see the relief in his eyes and a genuine smile on his face. One that probably hadn't been seen in a very long time.

Oh my God my absolute favorite thing of the whole series is when Zemo is talking about super soldiers and talks about a powerful group can form things like the naz*s and the Avengers and Sam says "Hey, those are our friends you're talking about."

And Bucky says "The Avengers, not the naz*s" I LOSE IT EVERY TIME I SEE THAT like of course we needed clarification, Bucky😂

When the Dora Milaje are fighting with Walker and Hoskins, and Zemo takes a drink, Sam comments on making a move and Bucky, oh, Bucky, says "Looking strong, John!"

When Karli is threatening Sarah and as soon as Sam says "Take the boys." Bucky immediately whips his head in Sam's direction, I love that he's protective.

Ep 5 Truth

Where Bucky is about to shoot Zemo and doesn't. I just-I-GROWTH. I love it!! The little self-satisfied smirk as the bullets fall from his palm.

The talk between Isaiah and Sam. Carl Lumbly honestly stole the show in every scene he was in, he's highly underrated. I wish he'd gotten more attention for this role.

Each time Bucky showed off his strength on the boat!

Ep 6 One World, One People

When they call him Sergeant Barnes🥺 Makes my heart soar!

Sam catching the artillery(?) truck with the council inside and Bucky being extremely proud of him.

"I don't fly man that's your thing." *Revs motorcycle* OOH ALSO when he's riding and hits that concrete wall, launching himself at one of the Flag Smashers! Also Natasha vibes👀

When one of the men thanks him for saving them and the shock on his beautiful face. Like yes baby, you deserve that.

Sam's speech at the end. Something I think we need to hear in the real world❤

Thank you so much for the ask!!❤❤❤