Secrets I Have Held In My Heart (are harder to hide than I thought)

Word Count: 7489

Summary: Daryl misreads Y/N's laughing and joking with Rick as flirting which leads to a fight between the pair where Daryl's hidden feelings for Y/N are revealed. Little does he know, she's felt the same way the whole time.

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader, Rick Grimes

Warnings: Swearing, verbal fighting, mutual pining, smut, just the filthiest smut, oral sex (fem receiving), thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, dom/sub, degradation kink, use of degrading terms (bitch, slut), punishments, spanking, dirty talk, hickeys, marking, possessive kink, kind of ownership kink too?, choking kink, biting, Daryl has a bit of an oral fixation, rough sex, crying, Daryl is generally very possessive and angry and it gets KINKY

A/N: Yet another Daryl request from here on Tumblr and oh boy am I going to hell for this one! Anon requested a fic with jealous Daryl where the reader and Rick have always been close and Daryl views it as flirting and ends up kissing the reader when he can't take it anymore leading to smut and I well, took it a slight step further. My mind really just ran wild with this prompt and this is probably the roughest, dirtiest smut I've written so I really hope this is still what you wanted from this request Anon! I hope you all enjoy angry possessive Daryl!

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It took a long time for your group to find the comfort you had today, years on the road afraid of what would come next, fighting tooth and nail for every ounce of safety you found in Alexandria but it finally felt like the fight was worth it. On the quiet days that you let your mind forget what lay waiting for you beyond those walls, it almost felt like the old world again. It was a sense of normality you never thought you'd find again, walking up every morning under the same roof in your own home rather than the open skies of the woods or the concrete walls of the prison. Deanna had even found you a job taking shifts at the infirmary based on your first aid training.

For the first time in a long time, you were happy. Actually genuinely happy. When you weren't at work you spent your evenings helping the community, tending to the gardens and spending time with friends both new and old. You'd even taken up hosting the occasional dinner party alongside Aaron and Eric. You were content in your life, but still, there was something missing. You couldn't deny the bittersweet feeling of watching everyone around you settle down into relationships, some already happily married and some even starting families.

Relationships were the one element of your old life that you were admittedly finding it hard to settle back into. You had plenty of platonic relationships sure, some closer than others and you valued every single bond you'd created since you met this group back in Atlanta but after everything you'd lost, you were afraid if you let someone get that close again losing them would destroy you. No matter how safe you were in Alexandria this world was still cruel, and you'd learned that the hard way.

It was the exact reason why you hid what you really wanted from the one person you'd let yourself develop feelings for since this all began.

"This seat taken?" You were sitting out on your porch, your legs tucked up underneath you in your old rocking chair just watching the world go by when you heard his voice behind you. A bright smile broke out across your face as you looked up to see Rick standing with his hand on the back of the chair next to you.

"Not at all, please, sit down. You want a drink?" You asked gesturing towards the fresh jug of cold lemonade you'd made just before you came outside. Rick nodded politely at you as he took his seat and you leaned over to the little table beside you, grabbing the spare glass you kept by the jug. You always kept yourself prepared for visitors, a couple of the women from the community including Rosita and Carol had grown fond of stopping by and admittedly you enjoyed the company. 

You listened to the satisfying noise of the ice clinking against the side of the jug as you poured a drink for Rick, taking a moment to enjoy the quiet, strangely familiar feeling of it all. Summer was quickly approaching and it filled the air with that warmth that wasn't yet overbearing but certainly made you appreciate the feeling of a cool drink.

"Thank you Y/N." Rick smiled at you, happily accepting the glass you held out to him before taking a sip. When you first found this group Rick was one of the first people to truly see your potential and he'd quickly become one of your best friends while he helped you become the fighter you were today. The two of you almost immediately formed a close bond and you knew you could always count on him to look out for you and you'd risked your life time and again to protect his family.

"Judith didn't wanna visit her favourite person in the whole town today?" You asked feigning a dramatic, hurt sigh as you pressed your hand over your heart. Judith was growing up so fast, having now reached the age where she was starting to say anything that came to her mind. It led to a rather hilarious situation for you when she blurted out that you were her favourite person to visit in front of Rosita, Carol and Maggie while the group was having dinner at Rick's house. They had sulked over her choice and she quickly followed it up by saying Daryl was her second favourite which only seemed to add insult to injury for them.

"No, she's got another play date with Gracie today. The pair of 'em are inseparable now." Rick chuckled lightly as he spoke, a peaceful look softening his features as he looked over at you. Judith was the light of his life, that much was clear from the way he talked about her. You could see the weight it has lifted off his shoulders now that he was able to give her the childhood she deserved.

"Oh that's good, it's good for them. Being able to play like kids again. She'll do well here Rick." You took a long sip from your drink while you watched Rick. There was something distracting him, something clearly on his mind as he stared out past the road in front of you, staring at nothing in particular. You gave him a curious look, balancing your drink on the arm of your chair before you spoke again. "What brings you out here anyway?"

"Headin' out on a run soon, just wanted some peace and quiet first before I gotta deal with that you know? Thought I'd stop by to say hi in the meantime." He shrugged, seemingly snapping back into the moment as he looked over at you and offered you a warm smile.

"Rick Grimes lookin' for some peace and quiet, I never thought I'd see the day. You were always lookin' for trouble when I first met you." You shot him a teasing grin as you spoke, your eyes sparkling with that look of mischief that always got you in trouble for your comments at town meetings.

"Hey, watch it you. You're one to talk 'bout lookin' for trouble." He scoffed reaching his arm out to lightly smack you for your dig at him. It truly did bring you comfort to see Rick and the kids growing into their new lives here,  it was what they deserved after everything they'd been through. "Can I ask you somethin'?"

Rick's attitude changed then, his expression becoming more serious compared to your previous teasing. It wasn't serious enough to worry you but you knew what came next was going to be a personal question, something Rick seemed unsure about bringing up.

"Sure Rick, course you can." You nodded giving him your full attention.

"You and Daryl, is there something-" 

Rick's question was cut short by a loud, sharp whistle from the road just below your porch, your trained instincts making your eyes immediately snap to the source of the noise. Daryl was leaning against a tree just to the side of your house, his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched the two of you. You offered him a warm smile, giving him a small wave when you spotted him but it was met with a cold, almost angry stare from him.

You could feel your happy expression fall from your face, a heavy feeling weighing on your chest at his reaction, unsure of what you'd done to seemingly upset him. It had taken a while, longer than with anyone else in the group but you'd developed a close friendship with Daryl, finally breaking down the walls he'd built so high around himself but sometimes he would shut you out again and you could never understand why. Maybe things would be simpler if you could understand even just a fraction of what went on inside his head.

"We gotta go Rick."  That was the only form of acknowledgement or conversation the two of you got from him, even his tone towards Rick seemed different. There was none of that usual brotherly respect the two men held for each other present in his voice, instead, he sounded even more annoyed than usual. 

"I'll see you 'round Y/N." Rick nodded at you, his hand resting on your shoulder as he bid his goodbyes, turning to jog down your front steps to catch up with Daryl. By the time he turned away from you, Daryl was already gone turning his back on the two of you without another word as he disappeared up the street.

"What is goin' on with him?" You muttered under your breath, letting out a frustrated sigh as you tapped your nails against your glass. You were growing increasingly concerned that he was angry with you over something you were unaware you'd done and you wished you could talk to him about it, find out what was on his mind but you knew you wouldn't get that chance until they returned from their run now.

What you didn't know was how long Daryl had been standing there, just out of sight, watching the way you and Rick laughed and joked together, catching every innocent touch. Or the way that scene looked to jealous eyes and a cruel imagination that couldn't hear the true conversation.

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It was late when the knock finally came on your door, so late in fact that you'd started to pace, growing worried that you'd just have to give up and accept that he wasn't going to show. You knew who it was the second the three loud knocks echoed through the house, the sound sending your heart racing. You rushed through the kitchen and took one final breath before quickly pulling the front open to be greeted with the sight of Daryl standing on the other side. You opened your mouth to speak but the words died in your throat. You lost your nerve at the way Daryl stared you down, his eyes burning through you with that same angry look as earlier.

"Carol said ya wanted me. Whadda want?" He snapped at you, clearly unimpressed at your lack of conversation. His attitude was completely different towards you today, he was never this short or aggressive with you and on the rare occasion that he was it didn't last long, the anger not having been directed towards you in the first place. Today though, his anger seemed to very much be directed towards you. You hoped he'd have cooled down after your encounter that morning but he seemed just as irritated as he had then.

"I um- can you come in?" You stepped back from the entrance deciding that maybe your doorway wasn't the best place for this conversation as you held the door open for him and gestured for him to come inside. He stared you down for a moment as if he was considering abandoning this whole conversation, walking away before this got too far before he finally stepped inside. You crossed your arms in front of you, your fingers playing nervously with the fabric of your shirt as you started to speak again. "I was hopin' we could talk-"

"'Bout what?" Daryl's voice cut over you, not even letting you finish your sentence as he did everything he could to avoid looking you in the eyes. You could feel your annoyance growing at the sight of him scuffing his dirty boots against your wooden floors.

"What is goin' on with you Daryl?" You asked with more force than you'd originally intended. The original worry and hurt you'd felt were now melting away into frustration at whatever kind of childish tantrum he was having. No matter how much you trusted and respected Daryl you had your limits and you certainly weren't going to let him treat you the way he was without even giving you an explanation.

"Nuthin'."

"Oh, bullshit." You spat back. If there was one thing everyone respected about you it was your ability to put Daryl in his place, even if you did sink to his level in the process. If you wanted answers you were going to get them. "I mean seriously Daryl you've been all pissy with me all day. Did I do something to you? What is wrong?" 

"Rick." You waited for more of an explanation, expecting that maybe the two were arguing but nothing came. You were becoming increasingly fed up with this conversation. Daryl was a man of few words and that was well known in Alexandria but now was hardly the time for him to decide he didn't want to talk. How could you be expected to find a way to fix this when he wouldn't even talk to you about it?

"What about him? Is there somethin' goin' on with the two of you? Will you just fuckin' talk to me, Daryl?" 

"Nah. Ain't nuthin' goin' on with me and Rick but there is between the two of you, ain't there?" Daryl had been trying to bite his tongue on the subject. He knew he shouldn't bring it up but there was a fire burning in his eyes when they finally met yours and there was no putting it out now as it lit the explosive anger inside him. His voice rose in volume until he was almost shouting as he started to rant. "Saw the way you was with him this mornin'. All smilin' and laughin'. Flirtin' with those lil touches. Ya think the rest of us are fuckin' blind or sumthin'?" 

His words were dripping with venom, finally releasing all of his anger that had been building over this situation for weeks as he drew closer to you. His face was inches away from yours and you could smell the smoke from the cigarette he'd lit up on the way to your house still on his breath. He was trying to intimidate you but you weren't going to let it happen as you held your chin up and stood your ground.

"You're jealous? You're actually fuckin' jealous?" You all but laughed in his face. It was entertaining to you, it truly was. What Daryl didn't realise was that even if anyone else in Alexandria was attracted to you in that way, he had absolutely nothing to worry about. There was something about your relationship with him that even Daryl hadn't caught onto yet.

You had denied it for a long time but the truth was you were attracted to the redneck from that first second you'd met him back in Atlanta. There was something about that fiery temper and defiance that drew you in and you couldn't fight it anymore not when it was on full display for you like this. Not when it was over how possessive Daryl had grown over you. You spent countless nights fantasising about what it would be like if you could get Daryl alone like this. If you could get him to unleash that anger on you.

"For fuck sake Daryl, Rick's like a brother to me. I was never flirtin' with him! All that smilin' and jokin' was about Judith and Gracie. Those touches? They're nothin' more than friendly. You wouldn't be havin' such a bitch fit over it if were Carol doin' it would you?" You squared up to him, not caring that you posed absolutely no threat to him as you leaned up towards his face trying to match his aggression. 

"You think I'm stupid, girl?" He growled, his words vibrating low in his throat as he walked you backwards until you were trapped against the wall with nowhere else to run. The feeling should have scared you but as wrong as it was you could already feel the heat growing between your legs. "Don't lie to me. I heard Maggie sayin' you were spillin' all your fantasies to her, she was talkin' 'bout ya wantin' someone 'round here. It's clearly him."

"I really do think you're stupid if you haven't figured out who it really is yet." You bit back with a mocking smirk on your face. You were getting overconfident in just how much you could match Daryl's attitude without facing the consequences. "You wanna know what I really told Maggie? I told her how much I'd been thinkin' 'bout your hands on my body. How rough I thought you'd be with me. I told her how much I wished you'd just get the nerve to just fuck me already. But I mean if your just goin' to sulk instead maybe I should -"

Once you started you couldn't stop yourself from letting exactly how you felt about Daryl and everything you'd been dreaming of spill out before you could overthink it. It didn't matter anyway, he didn't give you a chance to regret it. Before you could even finish your sentence Daryl's hand was around your throat, squeezing the sides just enough to cut off the blood flow as he pressed you back into the wall behind you.

"You want me to show ya who ya belong to? Want me to fuck ya like I mean it huh? Prove I'm the only one who can fuck this pussy good?" Daryl's lips were ghosting over yours now, his breath hot against your skin as he held back from kissing you, teasing you. You were pressed so close together you could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he panted out his anger. He was towering over you, completely caging you in and part of you wanted to melt. To entirely give into everything he wanted to do to you and let him take you over but you were too worked up for that now. Too frustrated and proud to play the role of the good girl.

"I'd like to see you try Dixon." You scoffed with a smug look in your eyes. You let your eyes drag over his body like you were inspecting goods out on a run, trying to keep your expression as unimpressed as you could. It was a challenge, one you knew Daryl would take. He had to. You knew what he was like when he got like this, knew how determined he was to prove a point. He was never going to back down from this, especially not when you challenged his ability. You wanted him to fuck you hard, to punish you for testing him and that was exactly what you were going to get.

"Don't be a fuckin' brat." His voice was low as he spoke, a warning of what was to come if you continued the way you were. He used his grip on your throat to pull you flush against his chest before slamming you back against the wall. 

Your head tipped back against the wall as your hands found his wrist, trying to hold his hand in place as he threatened to move away. He hadn't been rough enough to hurt you, just enough to be forceful but part of you wanted him to tighten his grip, to leave a bruise against your skin in the shape of his hand. You gasped out at the feeling of him squeezing his hand again and he took the chance to finally kiss you. It was a rough and messy kiss, his tongue dragging over yours as his lips moved against you. "I'm gonna make sure everyone knows who ya fuckin' belong to. Show 'em who managed to make this brat submit." 

His lips left your mouth, leaving sloppy kisses across your jaw until they found the junction where your jaw met your throat, sucking on the soft, sensitive skin before sinking his teeth in to make sure it left a mark. You cried out, your skin already burning under the feeling as your hands grasped the back of his neck, holding his mouth against your skin. 

He smirked against your skin in between kisses, knowing you were enjoying it from the way you held him in place. He didn't let up, deciding that just one mark wasn't enough as he moved his mouth all across your neck, sucking and nipping until he was satisfied that you were covered. He pulled back to admire his work, looking at the purple marks that were already starting to blossom against your skin, the slight indents of his teeth, everything that marked you as his.

"Ya like that huh?" He hummed against the shell of your ear, his fingers trailing over the marks on your neck. The feeling of his light touch making shiver. "Like walkin' 'round with a reminder of the only one who can touch ya like this? Wearin' a reminder everyone can see?"

"Prove it." You panted out, that mischief still in your eyes as you watched for his reaction. You weren't going to give in to him so easily, even if you were already growing desperate from the simplest of touches. You'd been dreaming about this for too long to not get exactly what you wanted. "Prove that you're good enough to be the only one touchin' me. All I've seen so far is you talkin' a big game. Got the skills to back it up, pretty boy?" 

Whatever small bit of restraint that Daryl had still been holding onto snapped at that moment. His hands were on you in a second, pulling at your clothes to finally feel your skin. He quickly grew tired of trying to wrestle with the small buttons of your shirt, instead grabbing at the top of the flannel and pulling. 

You could hear the sound of the fabric ripping under his strength as the buttons popped and fell to the floor, revealing your heaving chest to him. You pushed the ruined fabric from your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor as Daryl made quick work of your bra, pulling it down your arms with one hand. His free hand was already groping at your chest before the bra even hit the ground as his thigh moved between your legs, pressing up into you to give you the friction you'd been craving.

You moaned out at the feeling of Daryl's mouth dropping to your chest, sucking another hickey into the curve of your breast where you already knew it would be visible above any of your low-cut tops. He moved his mouth downward, kissing over your skin until he took your nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped over it, the feeling making you buck against his thigh. The drag against your clit was just right as Daryl kept up his pace, moving between your breasts listening to the gasps that fell from your mouth. 

"Nah." He groaned grabbing at your hips as he decided your movements were getting too desperate, pinning you back against the wall to stop you from grinding against him. You could on his face how much self restrain it was taking for him to stop you, to take his time with this. "Nah if yer gonna cum it's gonna be while I fuck ya so hard ya can't walk for a week. Want to feel you cummin' on my dick. You ain't gonna cum like this. Don't get to cum 'til I say so."

"I wasn't gonna cum I promise." You whined out trying to buck your hips against his hands but his grip was too strong. You weren't going to get anything he wasn't willing to give you. He proved that point, pushing his thigh even further into you, giving you more pressure but none of the friction you were so desperate for. You wanted to break Daryl's rules, wanted to see just how far you could push him and above everything else you wanted to come, your body already so close to that edge. "Just wanna feel you, Daryl."

"You get yerself off before I say ya can and I swear yer gonna regret it." He warned, his voice holding that dangerous tone as his mouth returned to its place on your chest. He was playing his own game with you, testing you to see how far you were willing to let him go as his hands released their grip on your hips. 

He knew you weren't going to listen if he gave you the opportunity to keep grinding against his thigh, you had a reputation for ignoring every instruction you were given. The thing was, you breaking his rules was all the permission he needed to play this rough.  

You ground yourself against his thigh the second he let you go, moaning as the new pressure made the seam of your jeans rub against your clit even through your panties. Daryl's mouth trailed across your chest, biting and sucking at your skin while his hands groped at your ass, pulling you against him. He was toying with you, waiting to see how long it would take for you to beg him to stop, not able to take anymore before you came.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers threading into his hair as you used the leverage to ride his thigh. You should have stopped, should have listened to his warning and told him how close you were but you couldn't help yourself. The heavy drag of denim against denim was driving you crazy, rubbing you just the right way as the friction built you closer and closer to orgasm. Before you could think to stop yourself your movements grew faster and more desperate, the feeling of Daryl's teeth grazing your nipple throwing you over the edge.

"Daryl - oh fuck -" You threw your head, the dull pain from your head colliding with the wall only heightened the feeling as your arms tightened around his neck, one hand scratching across his clothed shoulders. You barely had time to come down before you felt Daryl's hand around your throat again, pulling you back to the reality of what you'd just done. Your head was already swimming from the force of your orgasm and his hand squeezing your throat had your eyes fluttering shut. 

"You stupid fuckin' bitch." Daryl growled forcing your face up to meet the fiery look in his eyes. That anger you loved was still as strong as ever as you struggled against his grip, your breathing coming more laboured than before as his hand restricted it. "I warned ya but clearly you can't fuckin' listen. Gonna show ya what happens to brats that can't learn to behave. You wanna cum so badly? Gonna make ya cum until ya beg me to stop and then some more. Not gonna stop until I ruined ya." 

"Oh god, Daryl, please." You gasped out, your hips bucking in search of his again already. Your mind was racing with the idea of what Daryl was about to do to you and you knew none of it could live up to the reality of what was about to happen. Even after the orgasm you'd just had you could feel the need building again in the pit of your stomach, the way your heart raced under his hardened stare. "I need it please."

"Look at ya, just came on my thigh and yer already beggin' for me like some dumb slut. You want that don't ya? Want me to use ya until yer all fucked out, can't even remember yer own name?" Daryl's degrading words shouldn't have turned you as much as they did but you were already putty in his hands. He was right. You wanted to be used by him in whatever way he saw fit. He could do whatever he wanted to you at this point and you'd thank him even if it left you bruised for a week.

"Ya really liked my mouth on these tits that much huh?" He asked, punctuating his question by roughly groping at your chest again, his thumbs swiping over your nipples. "I know somewhere else I could put it to good use to make ya cum. Gonna eat yer pussy 'til yer drippin' down my face. Where's yer bedroom?"

"It's - it's -" Your words trailed off into a broken moan as Daryl dropped his hand to cup you through your jeans, his fingers running over your clit even through the material. He thrust his fingers against you, watching the reaction on your face as he mimicked the movements of fingering you over your jeans. The feeling had you moving your hips against him, praying he would just slip his hand inside the waistband of your jeans. Any thought of the question he'd asked you was long gone as your brain completely gave in to him.

"Never fuckin' mind then. Here's good enough. Are ya really that drunk on the thought of me fuckin' ya already?" Daryl dropped to his knees in front of you and roughly pulled at your jeans, undoing the button before he pulled them down your legs in one swift movement. 

You could see his eyes darken as they focused on the wet spot on the front of your panties that you were sure had probably soaked onto your jeans too. He wasted no time, peeling the soaked material away from your body and throwing it to the side to join your jeans. He ran his fingers up the inside of your legs, starting at your knee and stopping at the apex of your thigh, feeling how slick your skin was there. "Already drippin' down yer thighs for me. You want me to fuck ya that badly?"

"Yes, yes Daryl need you to make me cum again please." You gasped out feeling the way he ran his hands up the inside of your thighs again, stopping just before he got to where you really needed to feel him. His lips followed the path his hands had just taken, moving painfully slow as he teased you. He stopped to suck at the inside of your thigh, marking every part of your body that he touched as his. He stuck his tongue out and leaned towards your clit before diverting to your hip bone at the last second, driving you out of your mind with frustration as you tried to press your thighs together for any form of friction. "Daryl fuck sake, please just -"

You yelped at the feeling of Daryl's teeth sinking into the side of your thigh as he pulled your hips closer to his face, his tongue soothing over the sting his bite left behind.

"Watch yer tone Darlin'. You got yourself into this mess, yer gonna take yer punishment like the good lil' slut you are." His fingers traced over the red mark that was raising on your thigh as he spoke, distracting you with the feeling of his feather-light touches before he dived in, lapping his tongue across your folds. 

You jerked forward at the sudden feeling shooting through your body, your hand grasping at his hair. He was messy, making sure every inch of you got attention as he kissed and sucked everywhere he could reach. He grabbed at the backs of your thighs, hooking one leg over his shoulder to spread you out even more to his tongue, his lips finally closing around your clit. "Sweetest thing I've ever tasted. Goddamn woman you taste like fuckin' candy. Wanna taste you cummin' on my tongue."

Daryl didn't give you a chance to process his words before his mouth was on you again, lapping up everything he could. Your fingers in his hair tightened, pulling at the strands as he traced his tongue around your clit in tight circles before sucking on it harshly. You were quickly learning that his sharp tongue was good at more than just biting insults, your thighs squeezing around his head. He didn't seem to care about your tightening grip as he dipped his tongue down to tease around your entrance, listening to the way you whimpered and whined before he pushed it inside of you.

Your hips pressed forward against his face at the feeling of his tongue inside you, his name a broken cry on your lips. He grabbed your hips, tilting them forward so his nose bumped against your clit with each movement. Daryl put everything he had into eating you out, a concentrated look taking over his features as he pressed his whole face into you while his arms wrapped around your thighs to hold you in place, letting him take whatever he wanted from you. He flattened his tongue inside you, grazing against your g-spot and the feeling combined with the pressure on your clit had you coming again.

You cried out as you spasmed around his tongue, your knees almost giving out as you doubled over his head, your hands sliding down from his hair to grasp at his back. His name was a broken moan on your lips as he worked you through your orgasm, his tongue never stopping its movements. You expected him to ease off once your body started to slow down again but instead, he pulled his tongue out, licking you clean before moving his tongue to clit again as he slid two fingers inside of you.

"Daryl what - ah - what are doin'?" You pulled at his hair trying to pull his attention away from your already sensitive clit, the feeling almost too much for you already.

"I never said I was done with ya. You felt too good cummin' 'round my tongue to just leave it at one." Was the only response you got as he dove back in, his lips finding your clit again. His fingers hooked in just the right place on every thrust while he found a steady rhyme with his tongue. Your breathing was broken, every second breath a whimper or moan. Your orgasm was building quicker than you'd ever felt before and you knew you were already close.

Daryl's hand came up to grab at your waist, using his grip and your leg slung over his shoulder as leverage to hold you up against the wall as your legs started to shake. His hand slid across to press against your stomach as the cries of his name started to come quicker, louder with each thrust. He pushed a third finger into you and you screamed out his name at the unexpected feeling. The slight burn as he stretched you out only added to the pleasure he was bringing you.

One more particularly rough thrust of his fingers against your g-spot had you coming around him again. You clenched around his fingers as your legs finally gave out, your eyes snapping shut at the intense orgasm that ripped through your body. Daryl slowly pulled his fingers out of you and stood up again, his grip on you the only thing keeping you standing as every muscle in your body tensed. He pulled you in a kiss, slow and messy as he moved his tongue against yours in the same way he had as he ate you out, letting you taste yourself off his lips.

"Three down, how many more can ya handle? Bet this sweet pussy's gettin' sensitive." He proved his point as he dropped his hand down to tease at your clit, feeling the way your whole body shuddered against him. His hands were back on your waist in an instant, pulling you away from the wall as he lead you over to the kitchen counter. He spun you in his arms letting his hands roam across your body as your head tipped back against his shoulder. Your skin was already sticky with sweat, your breath feeling impossible to catch.

Your hips met the hard surface of the counter and you could feel the bulge in Daryl's pants pressing against your ass as he stepped in behind you, holding you tight against his body. He leaned back slowly running his hand up your spine until he reached your neck, messily wrapping your hair around his hand. You gasped out when he shoved you forward by the makeshift ponytail, bending you over the counter. He tightened his grip on your hair and pulled, hard, forcing your head to snap back so he could catch your mouth in another bruising kiss.

"Better brace yerself for this. Gonna fuck you all hard and rough, just like ya wanted." He warned as his hands left your body, the sound of the scrape of the metal zipper on his pants filling the room. He quickly undid the button and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock, not even bothering to fully undress. You reached your hands out in front of you trying to find any purchase on the counter that you could as you pressed your cheek against the cool granite surface.

You were waiting for Daryl's next move, your heart racing with anticipation as you couldn't see Daryl moving behind you in this position. You couldn't even prepare yourself for how big he would be as you realised you still hadn't seen him undress and yet here you were, fully undressed, writhing against the counter for him. You cried out, your hips pressing even further into the counter as you tried to arch away from the pain of Daryl's strong hand landing roughly on your ass. A second later the harsh sting landed on the other side of your ass. A whimper fell from your lips at the pain but you'd be lying if you said the feeling of your skin burning under his hits wasn't turning you on beyond belief.

"Yer ass looks even better all marked up with my handprint," Daryl growled in your ear as he leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back while his hand grabbed at your ass. You could feel his cock dragging against you in this position and the feeling of it had you pushing up on your toes, trying to get Daryl to hurry up and fuck you already. "Might have to take ya over my knee if ya don't learn to behave yerself." 

Daryl was already worked up in a way that clouded his mind to anything but his goal of fucking you. He was painfully hard from seeing you getting off on him so many times already and it didn't take much convincing for him to shove his cock inside you. He pushed himself all the way in with one hard thrust, his hand pressing down on the small of your back as he held you in place. 

You moaned out at the feeling of him filling you up in a way you'd never felt before when you were already so sensitive and he didn't give you a chance to adjust to his thick length. He pulled out until only the tip was still inside you and then slammed back in, setting a cruel pace as he fucked you hard.

Your nails scratched against the surface of the counter trying to find any way to ground yourself in the moment as your brain started to melt, his hips snapping against you so hard you were sure it would leave bruises in the morning. You cried out with each thrust, your moans mixing with his own grunts as the drag of cock against your walls was already becoming too much for you. Daryl's hand found its way around your throat again as he pulled you up until you were flush against his chest.

"Promise ya you wouldn't be able to walk for a week, everyone's gonna see you limpin' 'round after this. Who do ya belong to Darlin'?" He hummed against your ear, his voice was rough and broken as he spoke. He littered kisses all across your jaw, his hands roaming across your chest to grab at your breasts.

"Y-you." You stuttered out barely able to form a coherent thought anymore with the force of his thrusts against you while you drew closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. It was like each thrust pulled any of the bratty fight you'd had earlier in the night from your body.

"Who's pussy is this?" His voice was growing deeper, more possessive as he dropped a hand to tease your clit while his hips never let up their rough pace. You could tell he was losing himself in this feeling just as much as you were.

"Yours- yours Daryl - oh fuck - ah I can't - I'm gonna -" You couldn't take it anymore, Daryl making you admit out loud that you were all his sending you straight into another orgasm. You came hard, a white light exploding behind your eyes as they snapped shut, his fingers still drawing circles around your clit. You whined out, collapsing back against his chest as you tried to grab at his wrist, the feeling of his fingers against you too much for you to handle along with his cock inside you.

"That's right. Mine. Yer all mine." He growled out at the feeling of you clenching around his cock. You could tell he wasn't far behind you, getting closer to his own release as his words started to slur, his head falling to the back of your shoulder where your hair was plastered to your sweat-soaked skin. "Pretty lil' pussy just for me. Nobody else could ever fuck ya as good as this. You know ya can only get it as good as this from me. Nobody else is gonna treat ya as rough as ya need."

Daryl's arm tightened around your waist, clinging to your body as he continued to thrust into you, drowning out your moans and whimpers with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses that were mostly teeth and tongue as he fought to keep up his rhyme. No matter how much your body tried to fight it you could feel another orgasm building inside of you as each thrust hit against your g-spot.

You couldn't kiss Daryl back anymore, your mouth hanging open in a loud gasp as a heavy feeling settled in your chest, weighing down on your lungs as tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. The tension in the pit of your stomach was starting to snap again, you could feel the strain with each thrust.

"I can't - I can't not again Daryl please - it's too much - oh fuck please -" You screamed as he held you close to him, helping you ride it out as another orgasm ripped through you. Your body couldn't take anymore, going numb in his arms as the tears you'd been fighting back spilt freely down your cheeks.

"Mine." Daryl made his point by biting at your shoulder as he thrust into you one last time, the sight of you coming again and so forcefully tipping him over the edge with you. He held himself deep inside you as he came, his own breathing becoming broken against your shoulder as he held you both against the counter. He didn't trust his own legs to support your weight as well as his own as his hand ran comfortingly across your stomach. "S'okay. So good, ya did so good. Did so well for me. Fuck Darlin' yer perfect."

Once he had recovered a little more he slowly pulled out of you, cautious of just how sensitive you were now and turned you around in his arms as he reached a hand up to brush away your tears with his thumb. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss, the softest he'd been with you all day, every ounce of his previous anger now melted away. He pulled you into a tight, comforting hug as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. He left a trail of light kisses across the marks he'd left on your neck earlier in the night and then cupped your face, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead.

"Didn't mean to make ya cry. Did I really hurt ya?" He said softly, the concern written all over his face as he brushed your hair away from your face where it was stuck down with sweat. "Think I lost control a little." 

"It's okay." You reassured him with a small nod. Your body was slowly coming down at last as you clung to his chest, simply enjoying the feeling of him holding you. You pushed up on your toes to kiss him letting yourself smile into the contact as he cupped the side of your face. "I'm okay I promise. You only hurt me a little and I mean, I all but begged for that. In fact, I'm more than just okay Daryl. That was incredible, I've never felt anything like that. I need to make you jealous more often. Maybe I should flirt with Spencer next."

"I wouldn't recommend that." Daryl chuckled then, the sound was sweet but you could see that fierce look back in his eyes. "I like Rick, Spencer? I might actually break his jaw for touchin' ya."

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A year after the debacle with Vengeance and her brother's near-death, Aria Wiseman finally has a moment to relax among friends with a night of karaoke and games.

"Aria."

Kent's cool voice filters through Aria's busy thoughts, cutting through in that usual way he has of grounding her, of bringing her back to reality. He entwines his fingers with hers, hands cold to the touch—as usual—and kisses her temple, taking a spot standing next to her by the kitchen counter. 

She'd stolen a seat on the counter a few minutes ago, when the shouting over who got to sing what next got a little too loud. Gray was insisting on singing ABBA, and while everyone thought his enthusiasm was admirable, his talent is anything but. Aria left right before Nick lunged to wrestle the mic away from him.

Not that Nick is any better of a singer.

Prompt Requests

We are now opening up prompt requests for Del and Aoife to explore their relationship even more!  Just send us the prompt number(s), the genre (fluff, angst, or smut) and any details/what AU you’d like to see them for! Feel free to send multiple prompts across the genres in one request. I can’t wait to see your requests!

Smut

“Bite me.” “If you insist.”

“If you want to cum you better beg.” 

“I want to fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” 

“I’m afraid I can no longer remain professional.” 

“I don’t know what to do.” “Then let me teach you.”

“I don’t like being told what to do, unless I’m naked.”

“I really don’t care, you look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.”

“I could just pull you bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” 

“Stop dancing like that or I’m going to cum right here.”

“I can’t stop picturing you sucking my dick like that ice lolly.”

“You look so good, I can’t wait to absolutely ruin you.”

“Say it again and we’ll both find out what you mouth can do.”

“How do I look?” “Good enough for me to fuck you.”

“The things I want to do to you shouldn’t be spoken aloud, Doll.”

“I’ll let you do anything if you just touch me right now.”

“I know a workout you might actually enjoy.”

“I swear I’m gonna fuck the next person that comes through that door.”

“If you leave the house wearing that, then the second you come home I’m bending you over the bed.”

“Shut up!” “Why don’t you come over here and make me.” 

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

“If we weren’t in public right now, I’d have my head between your legs.”

“You’re not taking me to bed. Ever.” “Who said it had to be on a bed?”

“This feels dirty...” “Because it is.”

“I’m going to remember this moment when I’m jerking off later.”

“Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”

“This sofa costs fifteen thousand dollars, don’t you dare ruin it!” “Guess I’ll just have to cum in you then.”

“Try not to ruin your manicure when you dig your nails into my back.”

“Have you never been touched like this before?”

“When we get home I’m cuffing you to the bed and going down on you all night until my jaw is sore.”

“Wow, I think you’re blushing even redder than the vibrator inside of you.”

Fluff

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile like that.”

“Is that... my shirt?”

“Honey I’m home.”

“Did you just quote song lyrics at me?”

“Dance with me and pretend the world doesn’t exist.”

“Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“If you steal the blankets, I am going to put my cold feet on you.”

“No. I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.”

“You can borrow my jacket.”

“I’m trying to fix your hair so just hold still.”

“Because you looooove meee.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “I have been for the past year but thanks for noticing.” 

“C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

“How mad would you be if I kissed you right now?”

“Hehe I’m yours now. No refunds.”

“I think I might be falling in love with you.”

“I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

“How many dogs did you bring home?!”

“You’re legally obligated to keep holding me.” 

“I’ve never been in a relationship before, so I don’t really know how to do this whole... kissing thing.”

“Oh my god you’re jealous. You’re so jealous and it’s so CUTE.”

“There isn’t really anyone else. You’re it for me.”

“Did you take your meds?” “You’re the only drug I need.” “Cute, but you still need to take your meds.”

“You don’t understand, they’re way out of my league...”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“If I could I would kiss away all your scars.”

“I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten please.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” 

Angst

“All my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

“I never stopped loving you.”

“Please, don’t shut me out.” 

“I’m not the type of person you should fall in love with.”

“Stay still, I need to stitch this wound.”

“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“Maybe I deserve someone else but I always wanted you.”

“Touch them and you’ll learn exactly what’s worse than death.”

“It goes away, that ache in your chest when you hear their name.”

“Letting you go was the hardest thing I ever had to do.”

“They say you can’t love someone else until you love yourself first. Bullshit. I have never loved myself but you, oh God you. I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”

“If you walk away everything will fall apart.”

“I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!”

“But you promised...”

“You should’ve told me earlier... I could have helped.”

“I can’t just sit by and do nothing when you’re suffering so much.”

“It’s okay. I understand. You can leave. They all do.”

“I’m begging you, please don’t lock yourself in your room.”

“I hear you scream. Nightmares again?”

“Forget it. You wouldn’t understand.”

“You lost the right  when you walked out of my life.”

“Because I know when I open my eyes this will all turn out to be a dream and I’ll lose you again.”

“I said I would be there when you need it but-” “You weren’t. That’s the thing. You weren’t.”

“You know I would give up everything just to see you smile again.”

“Just try a little harder.” “I done trying for you.”

“Have you been drinking? You look awful.”

“Sometime I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up.”

“Why are you so stubborn?”

“Not everyone is going to hurt you.”

Hey I just wanted you to know that I absolutely adore Until You and Effie SO MUCH. Her personality and my Aoife’s are similar and resting Effie’s reactions even help me in my own fanfiction on AO3. I just read the latest chapter and I just need to gush about how much I love how you write the tension and interactions. The feelings and utter need between the two of them is /Palpable/

I’m curious to know what Effie looks like lol, I can’t remember if she was described

Oh my goodness thank you sm <3

Also I LOVE the name Aofie - I had a DnD Character once with the same name. She was so badass!

I'm glad you enjoyed the latest chapter! This chapter was definitely a challenge to write since there was almost every stripe of emotion that went into it.

Effy has been described in bits and pieces here and there. I have one commission of her that I will share the link to here

I'm hoping to commission more in the near future! <3 It's so fun :)

Thank you again for your kind words and all the support. It means so much and keeps me going! Thank you thank you <3

I was tagged by @bluespring864, @iiiflow, @black-cat-aoife and @thotstochter to do this, thank you!

Ich war zu müde, das auf englisch zu beantworten, und auf deutsch ist es ziemlich ausgeartet. Ich habe es benutzt, um mein tägliches Wortlimit für den Miniwrimo zu erreichen ...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

477.

Das klingt irre viel … ist aber der Output von 12 Jahren. Und besteht größtenteils aus Ficlets um die 1.000 Wörter.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

682.779, d.h. eine durchschnittliche Geschichte ist bei mir 1.431 Wörter lang.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Die Top-Ten sind … *Trommelwirbel*

1. Tatort (367)

2. Neues aus Büttenwarder (27)

3. Großstadtrevier (12)

4. Agatha Christie’s Poirot (12)

5. Magnum P.I. (10)

6. The Fall Guy (Ein Colt für alle Fälle) (9)

7. Good Omens (8)

8. Polizeiruf 110 (7)

9. Stargate Atlantis (5)

10. Ein Fall für Zwei (5)

… und dann noch 19 weitere Fandoms mit 3 oder weniger Fics. Auch da hat sich einiges angesammelt, vor allem durch die 120-Minuten-Sommerchallenge, die mich immer mal wieder dazu animiert hat was neues auszuprobieren. Eine gewisse Tendenz Richtung Krimi zeichnet sich ab, garniert mit etwas Science Fiction. Die Masse ist und bleibt aber Fanfiction zum Tatort, v.a. Tatort Münster und ein bißchen Tatort Berlin (Ritter und Stark).

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ich habe ein paar Fanfics zu Agatha Christie’s Poirot und zu Death in Paradise, bei denen jemand sehr Begeistertes es geschafft haben muß, mehrfach anonyme kudos abzugeben. Anders kann ich mir die hohen Zahlen für deutschsprachige Geschichten in diesen Fandoms nicht erklären. Wenn ich die rausnehmen, sind die TOP 5:

Schicksalsgemeinschaft (Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne)

Undercover (Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne)

Albträume (Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne)

Umwege (Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne)

Lebenslanges Lernen (Tatort Berlin und Münster, Felix/Till und Thiel/Boerne) und Des Widerspenstigen Zähmung (Tatort Münster, Thiel/Boerne)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Ich freue mich immer sehr über Kommentare und versuche zu antworten – aber nicht immer schaffe ich es auch. Manchmal ist gerade zu viel los, oder ich würde gerne was Substantielles schreiben, mir fehlt aber die Energie dazu. Manchmal habe ich schon eine Antwort im Kopf und komme nur nicht dazu, sie wirklich aufzuschreiben. Aber auf jeden Fall lese ich alles Kommentare und freue mich immer, auch wenn ich es nicht schaffe zu reagieren.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ich schreibe glückliche Enden und angst fast nur, wenn es als Prompt bei der Sommerchallenge vorkommt. Nicht daß ich angst nicht mag – je nach Stimmung lese ich das durchaus gern. Aber wenn ich selbst angst schreibe, habe ich unweigerlich das Bedürfnis, das wieder aufzulösen. Eine kurze AO3 Recherche ergibt 37 mit „angst“ getaggte Geschichten, aber wenn ich „Fluff and Angst“, „Angst with a Happy Ending“ und „Angst and Humor“ ausschließe, bleiben nur noch 16. Und die meisten davon haben eine Fortsetzung, in der alles wieder gut wird … Ein Beispiel für die Variante ist „Verloren“, bei dem der erste Teil wirklich angsty ist, die Fortsetzung (als zweites Kapitel) das ganze aber wieder löst. Ich habe tatsächlich nur einen winzigen Oneshot gefunden, der angst ohne Auflösung enthält: „Freier Fall“.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ganz schwierig. Ich schreibe ja fast ausschließlich glückliche Enden und kann wirklich nicht sagen, was mein Glücklichstes ist.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nein, zum Glück noch nie.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nicht sehr oft, aber gelegentlich. Die Texte sind aber friends-only in meinem LJ. Und was heißt „what kind“? Die normale (=durchschnittliche) Art, nehme ich an …

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Crossover habe ich tatsächlich bisher kaum geschrieben, und wenn dann v.a. innerhalb des Tatort Universums:

Lebenslanges Lernen (Tatort Berlin und Tatort Münster)

Irgendwas mit Leichen, munkelt man (Münster/Hamburg/Stuttgart Crossover)

Mein ambitioniertester Versuch und ein echtes Crossover war jedoch Tatort Münster und Neues aus Büttenwarder: Kurzurlaub

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nicht daß ich wüßte.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Ja :D Rebecca hat eine meiner Büttenwarder-Geschichten ins Plattdeutsche übersetzt! Bodenhaltung Und um noch etwas anderes zu erwähnen: Zu mindestens zwei meiner Fics gibt es Podfics auf AO3, was ich auch ganz unglaublich toll finde. (Aus der frühen Phase gab es auch Podfics zu Tatort Münster von Farfie, aber die sind nicht mehr online, glaube ich.)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Da ich sehr erratisch und ohne Planung schreibe, kann ich mir schwer vorstellen, etwas wirklich gemeinsam zu schreiben. Also tatsächlich fortlaufend gemeinsam an einem Text zu arbeiten. Das würde mehr Disziplin verlangen, als ich aufbringen kann. Ich habe aber mit viel Spaß verschiedene lose Formen der Zusammenarbeit ausprobiert, zum Beispiel den Anfang einer Geschichte von jemand anderem zu beenden (und umgekehrt). Oder Fortsetzungen zu Texten anderer geschrieben. Oder Geschichtenideen gemeinsam entwickelt.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

In den letzten zwölf Jahren waren das definitiv Thiel/Boerne. Es gibt andere Paare, die mich schon länger begleiten, zum Beispiel Kirk/Spock und McCoy/Spock, aber über niemanden habe ich mehr geschrieben als über Thiel und Boerne. Irgendwie bezweifle ich, daß sich das noch ändern wird.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Erstaunlicherweise habe ich (fast) keine WIPs mehr. Das einzige echte WIP auf AO3 ist „Der erste Tag“ und da habe ich zwar keine Idee, wie es weiter gehen wird, aber nachdem ich die letzten Sommerchallenge-WIPs teilweise über zwei bis drei Jahre fertiggestellt habe, bin ich recht zuversichtlich. Ansonsten kann es sein, daß irgendwo aus den frühen Jahren noch die ein oder andere unveröffentlichte Idee schlummert. Aber eigentlich bin ich immer mal wieder über solche Entwürfe gegangen und habe fast alles davon verwertet. Mein Problem in den letzten Jahren ist nicht, daß ich zu viele Ideen habe ;)

16. What are your writing strengths?

Ich glaube Dialoge – wenn ich mit etwas sehr zufrieden bin, sind es meist die Dialoge in dem Moment, in dem ich die Stimmen der Charaktere höre. Was mir auch oft gut gefällt bei meinen eigenen Sachen ist Timing und Rhythmus (der Sprache, also wie z.B. kurze auf lange Sätze folgen). Und schließlich, aber das ist eine zweischneidige Sache: Auslassungen. Ich habe irgendwann sehr früh beim Schreiben gemerkt, daß man vieles einfach weglassen kann. Das kommt meiner Faulheit entgegen und meiner Neigung, mich nur auf das zu konzentrieren, auf das ich Lust habe (beim Schreiben auf die Charaktere und die Liebesgeschichte, die ich in der Regel erzähle). Aber es gefällt mir auch, weil die Geschichten dadurch schlank und aufs wesentliche konzentriert sind. Ich mag den Stil – auch wenn ich beim Lesen auch andere Stile zu schätzen weiß. Es kann aber auch zu Problemen führen, siehe Punkt 17.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Alles, was über den Plot einer Liebesgeschichte hinausgeht, mehrsträngige Handlungen und unpersönliche POVs. Ganz generell habe ich zu wenig Ausdauer für längere Geschichten und kein Talent, eine komplexere Handlung im Vorhinein zu planen. Ich schreibe einfach drauflos, was bei kurzen Sachen ganz gut funktioniert. Und schließlich haben wir die Auslassungen: Am liebsten lasse ich alles, was mir nicht wirklich wichtig erscheint, einfach weg. Fanfiktion ist ideal dafür, weil die Leser*innen die Welt, um die es geht, ja schon kennen. Ich fürchte allerdings, daß ich es manchmal zu weit treibe und dann doch Szenen produziere, denen man nicht folgen kann. Das fällt mir bei meinen eigenen Sachen auf, wenn ich was älteres lese, was sich sehr eng an eine bestimmte Folge / Szene im Canon anlehnt. Wenn ich selbst die betreffende Szene aus dem Canon drei Jahre später nicht mehr im Kopf habe, funktioniert der Text nicht mehr. Dann habe ich definitiv zu viel weggelassen.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Dafür gibt es meistens keinen vernünftigen Grund. Entweder versteht der POV Charakter / der Erzähler die Sprache, dann kann es gleich in der Erzählsprache sein. Und wenn er sie nicht versteht, hätte man auf den Dialog auch verzichten können. Wenn es was Autobiographisches ist über eine bilinguale Person, dann hätte es seine Berechtigung – aber die Vermittlung an nicht bilinguale Leser*innen wird schwierig. Ich selbst hab‘ das bisher nur in Maßen genutzt, bei Poirot Fanfiction, weil Agatha Christie Poirot auch gerne mal einen französischen Begriff untermischen läßt. Und einmal in einem Tatort Münster AU, da habe ich Boerne in Rom einen italienischen Satz sagen lassen. Der war nicht wirklich wichtig, das war eher ein Scherz, weil Boerne im Original auch immer wieder eine neue Sprache auspackt, die er (angeblich) spricht. Und natürlich wollte ich mit meinen Italienischkenntnisse protzen ;)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Mein allererster nicht beendeter und nie veröffentlichter Versuch war zu Star Trek TOS: McKoy/Spock Slash, ich erinnere mich auch noch an das Trope („trapped in a small space together“). Ich hatte gerade Fanfiction entdeckt, mußte aber feststellen, daß es von Tagträumen zu geschriebenen Geschichten doch ein weiter Weg ist. Nach einer Seite oder so habe ich aufgegeben, überzeugt, daß ich nicht das geringste Talent zum Schreiben (fiktionaler) Texte habe.

Ungefähr zehn Jahre (und sehr viel Fanfiction Konsum) später: Ich hatte gerade Tatort Münster Slash entdeckt, alles gelesen, was es zu dem Zeitpunkt gab, saß mit einer Erkältung zuhause und schrieb „Albträume“. Das war wie ein umgelegter Schalter, keine Ahnung warum, aber ich habe plötzlich gemerkt, daß ich sehr wohl schreiben kann. Auch das zu einem klassischen Trope (sharing a bed). Als der Damm dann erst mal gebrochen war, habe ich einige Monate geschrieben wie verrückt … Eine schöne Zeit, für mein sonstiges Leben war es aber doch gut, daß sich das irgendwann beruhigt hat. Irgendwann muß man ja auch mal schlafen.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Ganz schwierig, Meistens ist das, was ich gerade schreibe, mein liebstes. Oder eben das, was gerade am meisten meiner Stimmung entspricht. „Undercover“ ist immer noch eine meiner liebsten Geschichten, weil ich beim Schreiben so viel Spaß hatte. Und von den neuen Sachen hänge ich merkwürdigerweise besonders an einem nur gute 500 Wörter langen Ficlet zu Good Omens: „Like stars in the night sky“ – vielleicht, weil ich wenig auf englisch geschrieben habe und nur selten Szenen, die eher visuell angelegt sind. Und vermutlich spielt auch eine Rolle, daß mir Aziraphale und Crowley gerade sehr nahe sind.

Ich glaube, alle um mich rum haben das schon beantwortet oder wurden schon getaggt, deshalb einfach die pauschale Einladung an alle, die Lust haben.

About Me

Hello everyone! I'm Sylvia and I write fanfiction set in the "Dune" universe. I've been a fan of the books for years and I can safely say that they influenced a lot of my thinking and views of the world. I used to keep the quotes from the book over my desk, that's how bad my obsession was :D

Current Works

The 2021 film rekindled my interest in the "Dune" universe and I decided to give it a go and write my first fanfiction ever. All started from me seeing the film for 4th/5th time in the cinema and having a random thought along the lines of: "I wonder how would this story unfold if there was another character in the mix?" That's how the character of Aoife was born :)

If you want to have a read about her and Paul, head to "Voices In My Head" and "Our Roads Lead Into The Desert" on AO3. Fair warning, it is a plot-heavy political thriller with elements of enemies to lovers, slow burn and a lot of angst. Basically, all the things I love about my favourite fanfics :)

I am also working on BOOK 2. Follow me if you'd like to get your hands on some snippets and updates ;)

Moodboards:

Paul in VIMH

Aoife in VIMH

Sarah in VIMH

Anya and Tuek in VIMH

fanfiction really is a funny thing cause like, part of me would potentially be interested in writing more about aoife from tfifm in the future (like, maybe about the span of time between 18-30 years old) but there’s not really a “space” for that, you know? like, it’s not really fanfic cause it would basically be a story about a muggle character in the muggle world who happens to have a wizard for a brother but also it’s not really original writing because wizards and shit don’t belong to me. so i don’t know, i suppose it will forever live in my head lol.

Turning Tables

Determined, ambitious and passionate. Aoife Murphy feels ready for the challenges of her new role as the BAU’s new Communications Liaison. However, she didn’t anticipate the dangers that accompanied the job. How can you protect your humanity when you spend your life around those who show none? Through the darkness, she find lights in her new teammates. One in particular.

Chapter 3 Sneak Peek:

A soft whine caught her attention. She felt a small smile cross her face as she glanced down at the excitable search dog. The Labrador Retriever wagged its tail happily as she bent down to affectionately pat its head.

Luke grinned at the rare smile that spread across her face. In all honesty, he wasn’t surprised that she was a dog person. After all, his profile of Prentiss had been fairly accurate. It had been difficult to avoid profiling Aoife. The team’s new communications liaison had intrigued him.

They were from the same city and, despite their local rivalries, they’d grown fairly close over the past few months. It was nice to have someone from home around. In fact, Aoife provided a strange sense of familiarity for him.

“They’re so cute.” She muttered, scratching behind the dog’s ears as it relished her attentions. “I always wanted another dog, but my mom put her foot down after our first one and I’m way too busy for one now. I mean I can barely get myself out of bed in the morning.” She joked, smiling at his bemused expression.

“Well, you’re always welcome to see Roxy. Just don’t take Garcia’s advice regarding pink jumpers.” He offered, chuckling softly at the memory of the blonde’s attempts to style his dog.

“Ah, is she more of a fan of the casual look?” Aoife laughed softly, well aware of their friend’s incessant gift giving.

“Naturally. She’s an army dog after all.” A moment of silence passed between the two agents. It was rare Luke spoke about his military experience. But, he’d often found himself opening up to the BAU’s newest recruit. She seemed to be pretty understanding, listening to him rather than passing judgement.

However, now he came to think about it, he still knew very little about her own personal history. Despite his profiling abilities, Aoife remained somewhat of a mystery to him.

okay hi this is for myself to look back at later, and for anyone who it can be useful for.

hello, it’s me, I’m katie, and it’s 1:09 AM holy shit it’s literally 1:09 AM while I’m writing this and I have a Spotify playlist for insomnia that’s literally titled “1:09 a.m. honey”

anyway hi it’s me I’m here and it’s gonna be a ✨trauma breakdown night!!!✨

I don’t know how I know, but I can feel it building on and off like it has all day, and the little flashes I’ve gotten of feelings here and there have not felt great.

so I may pass out soon and have a breakdown tomorrow instead, or I may be unable to sleep and have it in the middle of the night—we’ll see! boy can’t wait to find out what flavor of spicy emotions my brain’s throwing at me this time!!!! will I cry? will I remember something really scary??? will I have to go lie by the toilet in the bathroom? will I need to wake aoife up so I can hold her instead of scratching like mad trying to make sure I’m still feeling my body? we just don’t know but also maybe it’ll be quiet. just a small ride-out where I’m quiet and thinking through it and then I come back to the forefront and get back to business. It could happen!

I’ve had a lead-up to this that I didn’t really see until tonight—moments of noticing I’m clenching my jaw so much my teeth ache, more muscle soreness, lots of joint popping, not wanting to leave the only zone that “feels safe” which is part of the inside of my apartment, not being able to care about video games or friend convos or fanfiction. having little moments of glitching here and there. and the biggest most important is that increasingly especially over the last day and a half I’ve been terrified of everything that happens around me. Every sound or voice or movement or change in routine or anything at all is triggering full-scale thought spirals and me going into hide-and-submit mode—I am hiding from my roommate over and over for no reason, over little things that she doesn’t even act mad over. but also, interestingly, I’m. oh. man, I’m having brain skips, I keep losing my thought and then I realize I’m staring blankly at the screen. ANYWAY, I mean to say that, curiously, goddamnit. again. okay, CURIOUSLY, what I meant to say is, that I’m no longer able to not take sarcasm at face value, bc I don’t recognize it as sarcasm, I hear it as potentially true and so I respond quiet-serious-subdued or I respond quick-snap-speak-like-wasps and regret what I say. And only after it’s pointed out to me do I realize it was a joke, bc all I could think was “make certain if the threat is real” combined with “feel WAY too much for body to hold, ALL in one second, snap back defensively like ur snarling”

oof

Baby, I'm Preying On You Tonight, Hunt You Down Eat You Alive (Just Like Animals)

Word Count: 5590

Summary: Daryl has a darker primal side he's been hiding and Y/N is determined to draw it out, no matter what it takes.

Characters: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, lots of suspense, chasing, Daryl hunts the reader, predator/prey dynamic, primal kink, smut, angry Daryl, overstimulation, dom/sub, degradation kink, use of degrading terms (bitch, whore), punishments, dirty talk, hickeys, marking, biting, possessive kink, ownership kink, choking kink, rough sex, breeding kink, some cum play, begging, use of pet names (doll, girl), Daryl compares the reader to a little bunny, outdoor sex, forest sex

A/N: So uh, this might be some of the most unhinged smut I've written so far. I had this idea for a while and I was debating on whether or not I should write it and once I got the request @azanoni for a Daryl smut using these prompts I just knew I HAD to write it. I think this might be some of my favourite Daryl content I've written. I've had so much fun planning and writing this one (even if it took longer than expected) so I hope you all enjoy it as much as I have!

Prompt(s): “Tell me what you're going to do to me.”

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Growing up you were taught about the dangers of the woods that grew around your childhood home, poisonous plants and animals that had you scared of the smallest noises among the trees but since the fall of the world, that danger had increased tenfold. Anybody with the good sense to fear for their life was afraid of what they might find this deep into the trees, not just the threat of walkers but the threat of people that would stop at nothing to survive. It was a place that most actively avoided when they could but you, on the other hand, had always found a strange peace in nature, even the sides to it that should have scared you. Mother nature was a force to be reckoned with and you admired that.

You knew better really, knew the danger that came with being this far out by yourself and any other time you wouldn't have wandered off without one of the others by your side but the group was running low on supplies. The food situation was becoming scarce and while Rick and Maggie managed to round up some canned goods on their last scavenge it still wouldn't be enough to last long. Your people needed proper, fresh food and you knew you could hunt better alone without any distractions.

 You were a skilled hunter, that much anyone could see. It came naturally to you the second you picked up a bow and Daryl spent days taking you hunting with him, training you well. The silence of being alone in the forest helped you focus your senses even more than usual, catching even the slightest movements of the animals around you. It was a strange feeling, listening to just how quiet the forest was now. The quiet seemed to surround you, weighing heavy in the trees around you as the space that had once been filled with the sounds of wildlife was now replaced by silence and the distant groans of the dead. It seemed the wildlife had taken just as much of a hit as the rest of the world. Things were changing and you knew it would never be the same again.

You were careful to avoid the overgrown roots that littered the forest floor, stepping over them as you pressed forward, following the trail of a stag you'd spotted a few miles back. You'd watched in awe of the creature for a moment but before you could get close enough to make a clear shot, it took off into the trees. Daryl had given you a crash course in tracking and the knowledge proved useful as you picked up the tracks in the mud, following them deeper into the forest. If you could bag a kill like this, you could feed the group for days.

You weren't sure just how long you'd been out here anymore. The sun had barely risen when you, nothing more than a faint orange glow in the distance but now the light was filtering through the leaves above your head, bathing you in the warm feeling. You were soft with your steps treading lightly across the forest floor as you used the toe of your boot to brush the twigs in front of you out of the way, trying to avoid making any noise, not wanting them to snap underfoot.

Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention, another indent in the mud but it was smaller this time. A separate track from the one you'd been following. Perhaps it was a younger deer, a doe that had joined your stag somewhere along the way. You tried to get a closer look at the print, stooping down behind the wide trunk of the tree as you judged just how fresh it was.

When you were on these hunts, finding yourself in the situation of stalking an animal in this way there was a certain feeling you'd grown used to. It was a dynamic balance, the feeling of power between man and nature, the hunter and the hunted. Predator and prey. The baseline animal instincts that exist inside everyone. 

There was a sense of power you held as the hunter, a confidence that drove you forward but you could quickly feel that draining from your body, instead being replaced by a growing sense of fear. You weren't as alone out here as you thought. You were no longer the predator of this situation. You were the prey. There was somebody, something watching you and you could feel the goosebumps pricking under your skin, your hairs standing on end as a deep feeling you couldn't place settled in your bones.

You couldn't have been sure at the time but you thought you'd heard it just a few minutes before, chalking the slight rustling up to walkers but this wasn't something undead. No, these were too sure, too purposeful, these were footsteps. Real living, human footsteps. The sound was heavy against the soil, a man's footsteps, that much was easy to tell. You could tell whoever this was was trying to cover the noise. They were hiding, stalking you from somewhere among the trees. You glanced around, scanning the tree line as you pretended to search for your deer, not wanting to give away that you were aware they were there.

Something changed in the air around you. A tension thick enough to cut settled around you while your heart started to race, beating against your ribs. You'd been spotted and you knew they could sense the fear that followed. Your movements were deliberate now, trying not to make any sudden movements as you slowly raised from your hunched-over position, trying to steady your rapid breathing. As you moved to step forward there was a louder noise behind you, a twig snapping closer to you than you were comfortable with. They weren't disguising their footsteps anymore and you knew what that meant for you.

That feeling in your bones, there was only one way you could describe it. It was the same primal feeling you saw in the eyes of trapped animals and you knew there were only two baseline instincts for a cornered animal. Fight or flight. You chose the latter. Within a second you were in motion, breaking out into a sprint faster than you could think. You had no idea where exactly you were running to, you didn't have time to plan that far ahead and you'd taken off in the wrong direction to make it back to the group at camp. All you knew was that you needed to get out of there.

Everything in your body was screaming at you to stop as you forced yourself to keep going, you could feel yourself growing weaker with every step, your legs already aching from being on your feet all day. You couldn't stop running now, you knew that much. You were barely aware of anything outside of yourself anymore, your senses overwhelmed by the sound of your heart hammering in your ears drowning out the sound of how close your hunter was getting. The wind whipped almost painfully against the skin of your face but the only feeling you could focus on was that of being chased. Hunted down through the trees.

You raised an arm to cover your face as you ran, shielding yourself from the low-hanging branches that would otherwise catch your face as you kept going. You proved too focused on the branches in front of you as you stopped paying attention to anything else around you, instead managing to catch your foot on the root of a tree that was emerging from the ground. By some miracle, you didn't fall. You managed to reach out and steady yourself on the tree next to you as you kept running trying to push yourself forward but the stumble was enough to slow you down. It was enough for him to catch up.

A scream of protest ripped from your throat when you were suddenly tugged backwards, two strong, rough hands grabbing at your upper arms. You tried to surge forward, hoping to break free of his grasp but instead, he manoeuvred you around however he wanted, dragging you by your arms as he pushed your chest against the trunk of the closest tree. You could feel the panic flooding your veins as you struggled against his grip but there was no use. He overpowered you in every way, the solid wall of his chest pressing against your back as he forced you further against the tree, leaning in until you felt his hot breath fan against your neck. 

"Stop strugglin', fuckin' brat. His words were dripping with venom, nothing more than a low growl in your ear as his hands left your arms instead dropping to your waist in an attempt to stop you from trying to wriggle out of his grasp. Your muscles tensed at the feeling of his fingers biting into the soft skin of your waist, your mind racing with thoughts you knew you shouldn't be having in this situation. At first, you weren't sure if the feeling bubbling up in your chest was relief or burning rage as finally placed the voice. You'd recognise that rich southern drawl anywhere.

"Daryl? Oh, you fuckin' bastard." You let out a heavy sigh as your body relaxed in his grasp realising you weren't in immediate danger. You tried to aim another dig at his ribs for the scare he'd given you but he easily blocked you, catching your arm and pinning it above your head. The fear in your body melted away the second you heard his voice but there was something else rising up in its place. A different kind of fear, an anticipation for just how he'd choose to handle this situation. It was a feeling that had you wriggling your hips against him with no intention of breaking loose. "I thought you were some creep out here waitin' to kill me or somethin'."

"I damn well coulda been. Stupid fuckin' girl." Daryl growled out, his voice low as his lips practically ghosted the shell of your ear, his grip on your waist tightening. His grip wasn't trying to hold you in place anymore, the treat of you running having long since passed. In reality, if he let go of you now you'd stay perfectly still just to keep him happy, no his grip now was solely possessive. Holding you close to him and hiding you away from anything out there that might want to hurt you. "I mean what were ya thinkin'? Runnin' off like that without tellin' me? Were ya even fuckin' thinkin'? Y'know how dangerous it is out 'ere, ya tryin' to get yerself killed?"

"I left you a message before I left." You said, your voice dropping in volume with disappointment as you feigned innocence when in reality you knew what you were doing every step of the way since you first left that morning. You wouldn't have come out this far if you didn't know Daryl would follow you, if you hadn't been counting on it. All of this was a game, admittedly a risky one at that and one that you weren't sure Daryl would play along with at first. The fact that he was here, pressing you against the tree with a growing hard-on in his pants proved he was more than willing to play along.

"Right. Yer message. Call that a message do ya? Gettin' Rick to tell me y'went out hours after ya were already gone? What was it ya said? He's a good tracker, tell him to find me if he wants me. Think yer clever do ya?" He bit back the anger rising in his voice as he forced you further against the tree, pinning you there with his hips. One hand found its way into your hair, wrapping the strands around his hand into a makeshift ponytail before pulling your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"I'm - I'm sorry Daryl I didn't mean to -" You stumbled over your words trying to find the right excuse to calm him but you knew it was useless as you met the wild look in Daryl's eyes. It wasn't unusual to see him angry but this look was unlike anything you'd ever seen from him. Anger and genuine concern for your safety mixed with an almost feral nature that seemed to darken his eyes as his pupils dilated. It was mesmerising. 

"Nah. Ya knew what you was doin'.  Is this what y'wanted? Wanted me to hunt ya down through the woods? Chase ya down and catch ya like some kind of prey? Have my way with ya? Ya wanted to be afraid?" His voice was taunting in a way that should have almost scared you but he was right, this was exactly what you'd wanted. Ever since you'd met you knew there was a side he hid, you could see it in his eyes when he fought with the others in the group, could feel him holding back every time he touched you. 

You wanted him to let go, to release that animalistic side that you watched him try so hard to fight, his true hidden nature. He was right, you did want to be afraid. In fact, the feeling turned you on beyond belief. You wanted him to take control of you, to earn your submission entirely until you had no choice but to melt into a mess in his hands. "I should show ya what happens to brats that piss me off."

"Tell me what you're going to do to me."  Your words were breathy, barely above a whisper, coming out as more of a pleading beg than the original demand you'd intended. He was already getting under your skin, making you cave under his intense gaze as your eyes flickered to the forest floor when you could no longer take his stare. His hands were roaming your body now, groping at every part of you that he could reach. Squeezing at your hips, running up your back before gliding over your ribs.

"I'm gonna give ya what ya wanted. I could practically smell how badly ya wanted me for miles. Y'wanted me to let loose and fuck ya like some kind of feral animal so that's exactly what I'll give ya." He dropped his head to your shoulder, breathing in deeply as he took in your scent. The smell of pine mixed with the faint smell of the shampoo you'd managed to find a few days ago, but it was the natural scent of your skin that drove him crazy. 

Daryl's hands snaked around your waist to undo the button of your jeans not even bothering with the fly as he left you with no time to process his words, shoving his hand past the waistband of your panties. You couldn't help the whimper that escaped you at the feeling of his fingers moving roughly over your clit, the sudden feeling almost too much for you. He wasted no time, not in the mood for gentle foreplay as he moved his fingers downwards resting them over your entrance just enough to have you wriggling in his grip for more but not enough to press inside you. He let out a low groan that you could feel vibrate in his chest when he felt how wet you were already, gathering as much of it on his fingers as he could while it smeared over the palm of his hand.

"Look at ya. Already drippin' down yer thighs for me. Fuckin' soaked. Ya like it huh? Like makin' me angry so I'll use ya however I want? Get off of me throwin' ya 'round like it's nuthin' and pinin' ya down?" You were starting to lose it already, still reeling from the feeling of his fingers against your clit you couldn't find the words to answer him. He ground his hips into your ass as he waited for you to admit it. Clearly not happy with your lack of response he brought his free hand up and wrapped it around your throat, using it as leverage to quickly spin you around in his grasp before slamming you back against the tree. "Answer me, girl."

"Y- yes Daryl. I love it. Please I want you to use me. I need it. I can take it. I promise." Your voice sounded desperate even to your own ears as you pleaded with him to give you what you wanted. Seemingly pleased with your answer he tightened his grip on the sides of your throat, forcing a gasp from your lips at the pressure. He took the opportunity the second your lips parted in and shoved his fingers that were still covered in your slick into your mouth. You knew what he wanted immediately as you felt him press down on your tongue, closing your lips around his fingers as you sucked them clean.

"That's it." He hummed tilting your face up with his free hand, forcing you to meet his stare as you struggled not to gag while he slid his fingers further back into your mouth. He thought about forcing you to your knees there and then, using your mouth until he was finished as punishment but who was he to deny you when you begged so pretty? Nobody could break you down as quickly as Daryl, ever since your first time together he had a natural talent for finding that switch in your brain - or he'd argue more accurately in your pussy - that turned you into a drooling submissive mess for him. Not that you were complaining about it one little bit. No matter how much he lost control you knew you were safe in his hands, but right now, you wanted that feeling of danger. "Y'gonna beg me for it like some needy stupid bitch in heat? Need to fucked and bred 'til ya can't think no more?"

"God Daryl, please. I can't - I can't take anymore. I need you inside me." You moaned as you grasped at the shoulders of his worn-down leather vest, trying to feel him closer in any way you could. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, starting to leave hot, messy, kisses there before he sunk his teeth into your skin. You cried out at the sharp feeling, clawing at his back through the fabric of his clothes as his tongue lapped over the area, roughly sucking just to be sure it would leave a noticeable mark. A claim for anyone else who might be stupid enough to look at you to see.

"Y'had so much fight in ya when I was chasin' ya. I had fun huntin' ya like some lil' bunny. Look at y'now. Pathetic." He spat, dropping his hand to toy with the button of your jeans before finally undoing the fly to let it hang open.  You could see the smirk ghosting his lips as his eyes darkened before he started to speak again. You could practically see the plan forming in his head. "Since y'want me to fuck ya so badly maybe I should just leave ya out 'ere for bein' such a fuckin' brat before. Let ya find some other way to entertain yerself. Only good girls deserve to be bred."

"No, no, no - wait! You cried out clinging onto his shirt as he pulled back slightly, threatening to step away from you completely. If he walked away from you now without giving you what you wanted you might have actually collapsed to the ground and cried from the frustration. He was getting on this, the teasing, the making you beg, the wide-eyed desperate look you gave him, that much was obvious from the growing bulge in his pants. "I'm sorry - I'm sorry I just wanted to have some fun. I promise I'll be good now just stay please."

"Y'wanted fun huh?" He said grasping your jaw as he stepped closer, his face so close to yours now that his lips brushed yours as he spoke. He wouldn't kiss you, not now, it almost felt too intimate for his anger at this moment. No, he just wanted to tease you instead as you chased his lips. It was intoxicating, the heat of his breath against your skin and the faintest scent of cigarettes that always seemed to follow him. "Yer idea of fun involves annoyin' the shit outta me huh?"

You could feel your cheeks heating, painting your skin red under his intense stare and harsh words. Admittedly you did find simple joy in winding Daryl up at any chance you got. You knew you hadn't really upset him with the stunt you'd pulled today. If you had he would have dragged you back to camp the second he'd caught up to you and screamed at you until every walker in the state heard him. No, this anger, the biting words that made you crumble, this was his game. This was his teasing.

"Yer gonna take what I give ya and I don't wanna hear ya bitchin' 'bout it. Ya asked for this. Begged me actually." He warned, his voice low and dark as he dug his fingers into the side of your panties. In one swift moment, he had both your jeans and panties pulled down just past your knees, forcefully kicking your feet apart to give him the access he needed. "Do y'understand me?"

"Y-yes." You whimpered out, trying your best to angle your hips towards him needing anything you could get but he wasn't giving you anything until he decided you deserved it. He couldn't hold himself back much longer, something inside him snapping at the sight of you in front of him. With his hands now gone from your body you were using the tree behind you to support your already weak knees, your eyes screwed shut with your head resting against the bark of the tree while you waited for him to make his move, your legs spread apart for him with your clothes still hanging below your knees. The sight was vulgar and it made his cock twitch in his pants. 

"Look at that pretty lil' pussy, beggin' me to fuck ya 'til ya can't take it anymore." His hands were on his belt in a second, fumbling over himself as he finally gave into just how badly he needed this too. There was a desperate need to be inside of you clawing at his chest in a way he'd never felt before. This wasn't exactly the setting for getting entirely undressed, the risk of danger or having to run out here was far too high. Instead, he shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free his cock, his belt still hanging loosely around his waist. "Gonna make ya scream for it s'good they'll hear ya back at camp. Let 'em all know what a fuckin' cock drunk whore y'are for me."

"Daryl fuckin' hell I -" Your words trailed off into a high-pitched whine as he gave in to his overwhelming need to fuck you with no warning and no time to process, shoving his cock inside you and bottoming out with one swift, rough thrust. You brought your hands up and dug your nails into his shoulders feeling your muscles spasming around him, the sudden feeling of being so full boarding on almost painful as you adjusted to his size. "Fuck -" 

He didn't stop to let your body adjust like he usually would, there was nothing gentle about this. Instead, he pulled out until he was just barely inside you and then thrust back into you even rougher than before. He was setting a brutal pace that from the burn you could already feel you were sure would hurt in the morning, leaving you with a limp and bruises where his fingers grasped at your waist but you couldn't bring yourself to care. This is what you'd wanted. You wanted it rough, you wanted it to hurt and to wear the reminder of what he had done to you for days after.

 The pace he was setting was cruel, his hips snapping against yours in a way that already had you gasping for breath as if he was actually fucking the air from your lungs. His hands grasped at the hem of your shirt, not bothering to pull it over your head but instead tugging it up your chest enough to expose your breasts to his wandering hands and greedy eyes. He groped at your breasts rolling his palms over your nipples as he thrust into you. The feeling had you arching your back further into his touch, pulling your shirt up to catch it between your teeth to give him full access.

"Yer tits look fuckin' perfect for me. Pretty lil' view while I fuck ya, practically beggin' for my mouth 'round them. Want me suckin' on your tits while I breed ya huh?" You could almost hear his accent thickening with each word, that rasp taking over as he control of his words giving in and saying whatever came to his mind. His eyes were glued to your chest watching the way your breasts bounced with every thrust he made that forced you upwards. He didn't wait for a response from you, needing the feeling of your skin under his mouth which earned him a moan as he dropped his mouth to catch a nipple between his teeth.

The slight pain of his teeth dragging across your sensitive skin was drowned out by the pure pleasure coursing through your veins with every thrust of his hips and the feeling of his hand kneading at your other breast. His free hand found its way to the back of your thigh, groaning at the feeling of your soft skin between his fingers as he grasped at you, pulling your leg around his waist. He pulled it as high as he could with the restricting fabric of your clothes still hanging around your legs and the sudden change in angle had him hitting your g-spot on every thrust.

There was something completely animalistic about the noise he made as he pushed even deeper inside of you, something caught between a growl and a deep moan. You couldn't help your body's response when he got like this, the cry that crept up your throat as he gave into every, rough and wild thought he'd ever had about you. You tried to lift your hips, wanting to meet him thrust for thrust as the way his pubic bone ground against your clit drove you insane but it was all too much. His movements were too fast for you to match. You gave in, switching off your brain as you gave every ounce of power over to his demanding hands, falling limp against him while his nails bit into your skin where he grasped and groped at you.

 He buried his face into the crook of your neck once more, the smell of sex on your skin taking over his mind as his lips ghosted over the red mark on your neck that was already turning to shades of yellow and purple. You could feel every heavy pant and growl that he couldn't control against your heated skin, the sounds rumbling through your chest where he was pressed against you. He turned his attention back to your neck covering you in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. All teeth and tongue. It was like he couldn't focus enough to kiss you properly anymore, his mind so clouded by lust he was only able to give into that primal urge to feel. His lips moved against your skin, sucking roughly until he was sure you'd be covered in marks across your neck and shoulder. His marks. He pulled away watching with heavy eyes as the bruises started to form over your skin, your neck and his lips still coated with spit.

"Look at ya. All marked up for me. Y'like wearin' my fuckin' bite mark like a brand? Wanna show everyone who owns ya? Show 'em who fucked this pussy s'good ya let me claim ya? Too fucked out to even argue now aren't ya? Takin' my dick like a good lil' bitch." His words were a possessive growl now, barely even still audible. You weren't even sure if he was still talking to you directly or if he was simply giving into the urge to voice that you were his and nobody else's.

Not that he had to remind you who you belonged to. There had never been a single doubt in your mind about that from the minute you met him. No one else could bring you to this kind of high, could dominate you in every way you needed like he could. That man controlled every single one of your waking thoughts and you'd never hesitate to give him anything and everything he ever wanted. You were completely and utterly, his. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Daryl adjusted your weight in his arms as you felt him getting closer, his grip faltering as he struggled to keep his mind focused on keeping you both standing. Part of him thought about just dropping you to the ground, fucking you against the dirt. You could feel the bark of the tree digging into the skin of your back as he lifted you and you were sure you would have small scratched after it but as long as he kept doing what he was you couldn't bring yourself to care. The only thought left in your mind was your impending orgasm. You could feel it building, every nerve in your body lighting up, sensitive to any touch as that tension in your stomach built higher and higher. You felt Daryl's cock twitch inside you in response to a particularly high-pitched moan and you knew he wasn't far behind you.

"Daryl -" You gasped out trying to find the words to warn him of just how close you were getting but he was losing himself in the feeling, his rhyme faltering as his thrusts started to come faster and faster, more uncontrolled. His face nuzzled at your neck as his thrusts only seemed to grow rougher, taking you for everything you had. "Daryl I'm - ah fuck - I'm so close -"

"C'mon then, take what y'want Doll. Know how badly ya want it. Wanna feel ya cummin' on dick, let me feel that pussy squeezin' me 'til I cum in ya. Y'want that? Want my cum drippin' from ya when I'm done with ya? Let me use ya 'til I'm all spent huh? Imma ruin ya for anyone else. This pussy's all mine." You couldn't hold yourself back anymore at his words, screaming out his name until your voice was hoarse as the tension finally snapped. You were sure you drew the attention of anyone and anything for miles as your screams of his name echoed through the woods but you couldn't bring yourself to care, not with the feeling that was flooding your body. You clung to him as if your life depended on it, your arms wrapped around his neck as you buried your face in his chest when you couldn't take it anymore. He fucked you through your orgasm never once letting up his thrusts.

You ripped a moan from his throat as you clenched around his cock, your body still spasming from the force of your orgasm as you struggled to tell where it ended. He was following you down and you could tell from the harsh rise and fall of his chest as he used his full body to pin you up. His thrusts were becoming sloppy, his pelvis grinding against your clit sending you into overstimulation that had you whimpering as you weakly pawed at his chest trying to escape the feeling. With one final sharp thrust, he pushed himself as deep inside you as he could, brushing your cervix as his fingers flexed against your hips, holding onto you with everything he had.

"Fuckin' perfect tight pussy. God y'feel s'good takin' everything I have. S'pretty all fun and drippin' for me. Takin' all my cum." He panted out this voice breaking as you felt him twitch, finally spilling inside of you. He held himself there for a minute basking in the feeling of your body still slowly coming down around him while he held his cum inside you. He stepped back when he felt himself start to soften and took in the sight between your legs. His cum dripped down your already-soaked thighs and he brought his hand down, pushing his fingers through the mix of both of you before sliding them inside of you again. The feeling of him pushing past your already sensitive folds making you whimper. "Gone and made a fuckin' mess now look at ya. Complete fuckin' wreck."

"Just - just felt so good." You whimpered your eyes falling closed as your head tipped back, hiding the three behind you with a soft thud. You couldn't find the energy in you to move, completely spent and exhausted as you fought just to keep your legs steady underneath you as your knees threatened to give out entirely. You felt Daryl move towards you, carefully pulling your underwear and pants back up your legs before sliding an arm around your waist.

"Think y'can walk or do y'want me to carry ya?"

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The fate of a nun (Finan x OFC); part 1

A/N: Hi there!

This story is my first attempt to write a fanfiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to let me know how to improve my writing/language skills 😊 I will try and post a chapter per week, let’s see how it goes! The story takes place in season 3 and you will notice that I have used some of the sequences and dialogues from the tv series, changing them to include my OC. I did try not to be too colloquial and informal with my writing -giving the time of the story- but I preferred to make it more enjoyable and “readable” than realistic, same goes for Finan’s accent. I’m nervous and excited to share my work, hope you enjoy! Bacini, Cate.

Summary: The life of the young novice Aoife completely changes when the Lady of Mercia arrives to the Abbey of Wincelcumb. Oaths, battles and love will turn her in a warrior.

 General warnings: Violence, Blood, Strong Language, Smut, Fluff, Graphic description of violence

 Chapter’s warning: Violence, Blood, Graphic description of violence

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Chapter One: The Lady and the nun

Abbey of Wincelcumb, Mercia

 “To be a girl is already a disadvantage.” the knight said, hitting the petite girl on her waist; she stumbled backwards, gripping her sword. It was heavy in her hand. “You are shorter.” he hit her on the shoulder “Weaker.” He held his sword at her throat, “You must be faster.” she gripped his wrist and dragged him closer with all her strength and while he moved onwards, she pulled a dagger out of her vest and pointed it under his chin, drawing out just a drop of blood. She smiled sweetly, looking at him from under her dark long lashes “And smarter.” She softly said. He pushed her dagger away and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. They were too close to be socially acceptable, but she didn’t want him to step away. She wanted him to make a woman out of her and something in his light blue eyes told her that he too was thinking of their late nights spent in the stables, the promises whispered in between kisses, the dreams of escaping together. He grazed his rough knuckles against her full cheek, whispering an intimate “Very good, lady.” “She is not a lady, she is novice.” Despite her old age and heavy figure, the Abbess had managed to slip behind them without a sound and was now watching them with her arms crossed and a look of disapproval on her stern face. With the agility of the warrior, the knight stepped away from the girl and lightly bowed to the nun “I meant no harm, Mother.” “She is young and innocent.” she hissed “I gave you a shelter and the permission to teach her to fight. Do not push your fortune, Lord.” “I am a Lord as much as she is a Lady, Mother.” The Abbess looked at him one last time, then turned to the girl “Aoife, you shall go pray.” with a last cunning smile to the man, the girl curtsied, spun on herself and run inside the nunnery. That was the last time Aoife saw Sir Cenric.

Abbey of Wincelcumb, Mercia. Two years later. Summertime.

 The girl kissed the horse between the eyes and jumped from the fence, cleaning her hands on the dress. She had blossom in a young woman of vibrant beauty; dark long hair run down her back, dishevelled and tangled by the wind; the apple of her cheeks was red and full, and a sprinkle of freckles adorned her straight nose. She wasn’t as petite as before, still short but with the agile and full body of someone who had spent half her life lifting and displacing weights. What she did not look like, without any doubt, was a nun. There was something too seductive in the curve of her full lips and in the way she moved. There was no mirror in the nunnery, but she had seen her reflection in the water of the stream, and she had liked it, she did look very pretty, and she acted on it. Singing lightly, she moved to the enclosure were the pigs were rolling in the mud. “Hello!” she cheered, pouring the food in their feeder “Eat and fat!” “Aoife!” the Abbess shouted from the entrance of the nunnery “Go wash! The Lady of Mercia is approaching!” She run down to the stream, heart beating fast against her chest. While undressing, she thought about the Lady, about the stories she had heard from the pilgrims. Lady Aethelflaed of Mercia was a lady warrior, respected as – if not more than – her Lord. And somewhere in her soul, Aoife found the hope of a new life in the service of the Lady, far from the nunnery she was forced in and closer to the adventures she had always dreamt. 

She reached the Abbey with drops of water falling from her hair and wetting her garment. The Abbess shot her a poisonous look when she entered the hall, but she was too focused on the Lady to notice. The young woman was sitting regally on the opposite side of the room, in front of her they had placed a plate of meat and a cup of red wine, but she didn’t appear hungry; she was talking animatedly, the sound of her voice sweet but confident. “Someone is threatening my life.” she was saying “And I am here to ask for shelter and protection.” “Of course, my Lady.” the Abbess answered immediately “Rooms shall be prepared for you and your guards. But the only protection we can guarantee are these walls and our prayers.” “And my sword!” Aoife said, without hesitation. Aethelflaed had not noticed the young girl yet, for her standing in the dark of the door. She was wearing the garment of the nuns, but the Lady could tell she was far from it. “Who are you?” she asked, curious. “She is a novice, my Lady. She has no vocation, but she is great help. A pilgrim taught her use the sword and she believes she will fight in battle one day.” “Thank you, Abbess, but I asked the girl.” Aoife smiled to the Lady and bowed “I am Aoife, my Lady. Just Aoife. I would like to offer you my protection, for the time you shall spend here and more, if requested.” Aethelflaed reciprocated her smile “I do need a maid.” 

Abbey of Wincelcumb, Mercia. Two years later. Wintertime.

“Tell me about your knight.” Aethelflaed asked one night. She had lived in the Abbey for months now and she had found herself growing fond of the young novice. That night, they were sitting on the Lady’s bed and Aoife was brushing her hair, preparing her for the night. She smiled wistfully at the question, images of a happier past invading her memory. “He came when I was fourteen, asking for shelter and cures. He was wounded and at the time I was helping in the nursery. We spent most of the day together, me healing his wounds, him telling me stories of the battles he had fought. He was handsome and a grown man and my only way out of this place. And I fell in love with him. When his wounds healed, he decided to stay to expiate his sins, or that is what he told the Abbess. I do believe, and I hope pride is not my sin, that he stayed for me. During the day he taught me to fight with a sword, a spear and my own body; and during the night he loved me and promised me children and a future together. Then one day, without a word, he was gone, leaving me nothing more than his weapons and my sore heart. Stuck in this place I strongly dislike.” Aethelflaed called her friend back to reality squeezing her hand firmly “I will not leave you here, Aoife. This is my oath to you.” Aoife smiled to the Lady, fondly “I oath my soul and my sword to you, my Lady. For all the time you shall need me, I shall be by your side”. 

At supper time, the nuns were eating, lightly conversing in small groups. The taste of the food had been better since the arrival of the Lady; the Abbess strongly believed that every pleasure was sin, but even she could not offer a Lady the bland broth they used to eat on wintertime. They were eating bread and a tasteful stew of meat and vegetables, which warmed the body and the soul. Aoife was savouring every spoon of it, eating slowly and in silence, eyes down on her plate. Aethelflaed had just asked the Abbess how she could bear living a life far from people and the Abbess was taking her time to explain what an honour and a pleasure it was to live in the service of God. Aoife decided not to pay close attention to the conversation, fearing that she would not be able to hold her tongue. And while she was slowly drifting in a lovely place of satiety and tiredness, three nuns burst out of the kitchen, fear on their faces. “Abbess! There are men in the kitchens! Danes!” Aethelflaed and Aoife jumped up, the first shouting orders to close the doors, the second already pushing the table against the main entrance. They asked the nuns to remain calm and quiet and have faith, but they exchanged a look and their hands flew to the hilts of their swords. Aoife could feel her heart beating furiously, she had never used her sword against a human being, she had never inflicted pain on a body, and she was scared. But she knew that the safety of her Sisters and her Lady depended on her bravery in that occasion. She gripped the hilt stronger and removed the blade from its sheath. She was ready. And then, the Abbess took the fool decision to talk “This is God’s house. You will leave at this very moment! If you do not and you are Christians, then He shall send you to the depths of hell.” “Abbess, they are Danes.” a nun remarked. “Well then, if you are heathens, He will strike you down!” “What if I’m Christian by birth and a Dane by my heart? What then?” a male voice came from behind them, Aoife turned around swiftly, one hand on her sword, the other searching the hilt of her dagger in the folds of her garments. She was taking aim, ready to throw it; but Aethelflaed voice stopped her “Uthred!” 

Aoife and the Abbess soon found out who the man was. Aethelflaed had told Aoife great stories about Uthred of Bebbanburg, born a Saxon, raised a Dane. He had sworn his sword to King Alfred but for reasons that even Aethelflaed didn’t know, he was now an outlaw of Wessex. He wasn’t outlawed in Mercia, though, and Aethelflaed had somehow reached for him when she had feared for her life; and he had come to help her, the daughter of the man who had outlawed him. It was bizarre, to say the least, but Aoife admired him, for honouring his oath of protection to the Lady. She had caught her friend looking at him with loving eyes, more than once, and she would ask about it later. She did understand Aethelflaed, of course; Uthred was a handsome man, a combination of delicate and harsh feature, an interesting look. With him had come a diverse group of people; there were Danes and Christians in his entourage, a young monk and an even younger Dane sorceress, as beautiful as dangerous looking. She sat at the table with the Lord, followed by the monk and two other men, a Dane and another one, perhaps a Saxon, but she wasn’t sure. He was the most handsome man Aoife had ever seen. He was also intimidating, tall and strong, with full hair and beard darkest than the night, harsh the lines of his scarred face. However, a light of kindness was gleaming in his black eyes, and he shot Lady Aethelflaed a smile before sitting heavily on the bench. Food was brought for the warriors as they were all sitting around the table, Aoife squeezed between the Lady and the Abbess. She could not take her eyes off the warrior; he really was handsome, and not many men had passed through the Abbey after Cenric. She was young and in the blossom of love desires, it was no sin to watch. Of course, she could feel Aethelflaed and the Abbess’ gazes on her cheeks, the first repressing a smile, the second ready to send her to bed if the situation would get worse. She did not want another Sir Cenric in her Abbey. The warriors too had noticed the young nun interest in their companion, Uthred had to cover a laugh with a cough when his eyes met those of the Lady of Mercia. The warrior himself was trying not to be affected by the girl staring at him; he was used to the attentions of women, married and unmarried. He had struck women prettier than that girl, prettier than Lady Aethelflaed herself; yet, he had never felt as abashed as under the gaze of that young nun. She was, without doubt, pretty; not even the unpleasant garment of the nuns could wash down the colour from her sweet face, and he had never seen bigger eyes, nor longer lashes. But it wasn’t her appearance to make his head light, it was the intensity of her gaze that was digging into his scarred soul and planting there the seed of a fatal attraction. He felt in his bones, that she was meant to be either his eternal happiness or his final destruction. Not without difficulty, he directed his attention to the Lady of Mercia. “Your guards are not, Lady.” he mumbled while chewing down his food; he had a strong, thick accent, it was sure he was no Saxon nor Dane, but she couldn’t figure out where he came from. “Not what?” Aethelflaed asked. “They are not guards.” the young Dane at his right added “Their swords are trinkets.” “They are good men.” “I am sure they are loyal” the warrior continued “but they are not guards.” “They are bad men.” Uthred agreed and his eyes turned to Aoife. He shot her a smile. “She is braver than any of them.” he looked at the hilt of the sword shining against her hip “Where did you get that sword, nun?” Aoife could feel the foreigners’ eyes on her, and her cheeks warmed up, but she proudly lifted her chin to answer. She could not, however, interrupted by the Abbess. “I do not like you, young man. You have a very high opinion of yourself.” Aoife turned to look at Aethelflaed and they both found it hard to repress a smile. Uthred was looking at the Abbess with no sign of embarrassment on his face. “I am a heathen, I am godless, and an enemy of Alfred.” He said harshly “But I will save your lives.” Aoife liked Uthred, he was intriguing and clearly a good man, but she agreed with the Abbess when she stated that the man was telling them half-truths. What was the real reason for his coming? She was sure Aethelflaed knew it too. Most of all, she couldn’t stand the Dane witch; she was arrogant and rude and made her feel unsafe and uncomfortable. When she called the Abbess a hag, Aoife’s gripped her dagger in hatred. The Abbess was indeed a strict woman, but she had raised her and showed her love and kindness in her own bizarre way; she was like a mother for Aoife and she would not let some Dane treat her that way. Aethelflaed squeezed her hand to urge her to let go of the dagger “Aoife.” she whispered warily “No.” She was her Lady, after all, and Aoife obeyed quickly; but her action didn’t go unnoticed by the warriors who were now watching her cautiously. She smiled timidly at her friend and hid her face behind her cup of water. The handsome warrior was still staring at her. 

Aoife was sent by the Abbess to prepare the room for the warriors; she knew it was meant to keep her away from the men and she didn’t blame the nun; she was young and beautiful and warriors were known for taking what they wanted from girls like her. She was filling a pot with clean water for them to wash away the dust of the ride when she heard steps behind her. She spun quickly, sword in hand. The warrior was standing in the doorframe, hands raised and a crooked smile on his face. “I didn’t intend to straddle you, Lady.” She was breathing heavily, hand shaking around the sword “What do you want, warrior?” His smile grew wider “I don’t want to harm you, if that’s what you’re thinking.” he moved slowly to the chair and sat down; she pondered the danger and decided to keep her distance. “I will not come closer.” he insisted “I just wanted to introduce myself, my Lady.” “I am no lady.” she answered harshly “What are you then? A nun? A warrior?” “I am a woman, is it not enough?” “I didn’t mean to insult you; I’m just curious on why a simple woman knows how to wield a sword and would risk her life for a Lady. Are you Aethelflaed’s guardian?” Aoife laughed, she was letting her guard down “I don’t guard the Lady, I help her.” Finan watched the girl relax a little, her grip on the sword not as steady as before. He could easily disarm her if he wanted to, but he wished to keep talking with her. Her soft Saxon accent was a pleasure to his ears, used to the noise of the warriors. He leant back against the chair, arms crossed over his chest “And what is the name of the helper?” “Aoife.” a stern voice answered from behind him. The Abbess seemed to take great pleasure in interrupting her conversations, Aoife noticed. She was staring the warrior up and down suspiciously, until her eyes fell on the cross hanging from his neck. “You are a Christian.” she stated and lost some of her composure. “I am, Mother.” He answered calmly, he did know how to enchant any type of woman. “I was raised as a god-fearing man.” “But I can tell you are no Saxon.” “Born in Ireland.” “And you swore your sword to the heathen.” “We are bonded, him and I, Abbess.” The Abbess raised her guard again and she turned her attention to the girl “I will not let it happen again, Aoife. You know how these stories end. Go back to your room and pray.” Aoife bowed slightly “Yes, Abbess. Goodnight, Lord.” The man watched the girl crumble under the Abbess’ words; she looked younger that she already was. Aoife. She walked straight for the door, head down to hide the tears of embarrassment that threaten to spill, when she passed close to the warrior, she heard him say, as low as a breath of wind, “Finan.” 

Aethelflaed was already in bed when Aoife entered the room. “Where were you?” “Making the room for the warriors.” She sat near her legs on the bed “I met Finan.” “You were making love eyes at him at dinner.” the Lady laughed, kicking her friend’s hip lightly. “You were making love eyes at Lord Uthred! I was only admiring a handsome man; they are rare in a nunnery!” Aethelflaed laughed. It was a delicate laugh, very regal and feminine, Aoife had felt envious of her Lady, many times each day, and she did again at that point. She was beautiful, elegant, feminine and at the same time a strong, intelligent, independent warrior. And she was just Aoife, pretty and clever enough, but clueless of the world and people. “Uthred is a strange man. I could never fully understand him. I don’t think anyone will ever. But he is loyal and kind and merciful. And his men are the same. Especially Finan, his closer friend, his right hand. I would not oppose a marriage between the two of you.” It was Aoife time to laugh, she stood up and turned her back to the Lady, before she could see how red her cheeks had turned. She blew on the candle and the dark fell on the room “You need to sleep, Lady. You are lovesick and don’t know what you are saying.” “Perhaps, my friend. Time will tell.” 

They were once again eating, sitting around the table in the hall. The Abbess was less than pleased with the men gorging themselves with the provisions for the long winter; however, Lady Aethelflaed had promised to repay the Abbey entirely. She was much more worried for Aoife, who once again was sitting in silence, food untouched in front of her, watching with desire and curiosity the Irish warrior. She didn’t know where she did wrong with that girl, she raised her as any other novice and she was, without doubt, a good Christian woman, but she was no nun. The Abbess could see on her unripe face the desire of being loved, not only and solely by God, but by a man in flesh; she was fond of the girl and she wanted the best for her. Therefore, before going to ask the nuns in the kitchens to bring more food, she sat down next to the Lady of Mercia, immediately catching her attention. “How can I help you, Abbess?” “I have a favour to ask, Lady. It concerns Aoife.” she looked at the girl with a sweet smile “She is a smart, kind woman, but she is no nun. When the time comes, please, take her with you, Lady. She deserves the life she desires, outside of these walls.” Aethelflaed held the Abbess’ hand, squeezing it gently “I promise I will, Abbess.” The Abbess stood up and thankfully bowed, before leaving for the kitchen. Aoife had followed the conversation from the corner of her eye, but too far to hear what they were saying. She took the Abbess place near her noble friend “What did she say?” “She asked me to drag you away from here. She said you are Satan in the flesh and she doesn’t want you anymore.” the woman answered, stifling a laugh, Aoife pushed her with her shoulder “You would be lucky to have me by your side, Princess.” Before Aethelflaed could reply, the Abbess barged into the hall, closing the door behind her with shaky hands. Everybody stood up, Aoife right behind Aethelflaed. “What is it?” Uthred asked, while Aethelflaed was calling “Abbess?” “Danes. Outside.” the nun answered at short of breath, she was visibly shaken, and Aoife was quickly at her side, upholding her fragile body. Uthred and his men continued asking question and pulling out their swords; Aoife was next to Aethelflaed once again, sword in her left hand, dagger in her right. “They may not know we are here” Uthred was saying to his men. They were discussing the situation, and Uthred finally decided “We wait inside, and we remain silent. Abbess you will go to them and talk with them.” “No, no I will not.” she said, stepping backwards. Aoife was ready to catch her if she passed out. “Yes, you will, because you must.” Uthred replied, as kindly as possible, given the situation. He explained them all the plan: she had to try and convince the Danes that Aethelflaed was not in there, to waste some time so they could take advantage from it. He tried once again to convince the Abbess, telling her that it was the only way to save the nuns and his men. And Aethelflaed, of course. The Abbess looked so shaken and scared that Aoife felt the need to protect her. “I will do it.” she declared, stepping in front of the nun. She saw Aethelflaed tensing up next to her, but she would not let the Lady stop her from protecting her home. However, the Abbess took her hand into hers, with a low “No”; she squeezed them hard putting in that gesture all the love she had never expressed in words but had always felt for the young woman. “No. This is my home, my responsibility.” she looked the Dane straight in his eyes “I will do it.” and with a last squeeze on Aoife’s hand, she left the room. From the window at the left of the door, Aethelflaed and Aoife watched the Abbess approach the Danes. She looked and sounded as the proud woman Aoife had always known her to be, and the girl was smiling, proud of being raised by her, a powerful independent woman. She stood her ground proudly but cautiously until the very last moment, when a Dane cut the throat of the last guard alive and she lost her head completely. She screamed for the Danes to take her instead, she insulted them and, in a last desperate attempt to save them all, she grasped the axe from the stump. She wasn’t even able to throw it before she was struck by a spear that pierced her front to back. Aoife watched the Abbess fall to the ground, a rag doll under the force of the stroke. The scream that was leaving her mouth was muffled by a strong callous hand. Finan had reached her and with a hand on her mouth pleaded her to make no sound. “They will kill us all, Aoife. Please.” He wiped away the hot tears that were falling from her eyes and lightly stroked her cheek with his rough thumb. She felt as if anger and sadness could kill her and, for the first time in her life, she wanted to inflict pain on someone. On the Dane who had killed the woman that had raised her. She nodded and the Irishman let go of her as quickly as he had reached her; she tightened her grip around Cenric’s sword, feeling the power of the warrior growing in her, fed by the darkness that was covering her soul.

When the Danes burst in the room, Aoife was ready. Hitting people was harder that she thought; the sword shook in her hands every time she hit bones, splashes of hot blood exploding on her face and her vest. Every stroke she placed was stronger than the previous. She knew that Aethelflaed wasn’t in the fray, Uthred had been irremovable about it, but he had been unable to stop Aoife from participating; she wanted her vengeance, and he could not deny her that. However, she was aware that Uthred had asked Finan to stay close to her, preventing her from being killed. She could see him from the corner of her eyes, expert in the art of sword. And thanks God that she was keeping an eye on him too because she noticed the Dane charging Finan from behind, sword in front of him. Later, Aoife would have remembered those moments as the longest of her life. She would have remembered the weight of the dagger in her right hand, her voice as that of someone else screaming for Finan to duck, the whistle of the blade cutting the air and the dull sound of it penetrating the Dane’s neck. She would have remembered in her worst nightmare the man staring her straight in the eyes while life was leaving his body, the thud of his knees hitting the hard floor and a last, pathetic gurgling. The Danes then retreated outside the Abbey, and she reached for the dead man to recollect Cenric’s dagger from his still warm body. She knew Finan was standing behind her, even before he opened his mouth. “You saved my life.” he stated, and she turned around in silence, accepting his help to stand up. She had no words left to answer, too shaken to care for it. And she left him there, surrounded by dead bodies of Danes and Saxons. 

She had been guided to the bench by unknown hands. She could hear the Danes outside blocking the entrance, and inside Aethelflaed and Uthred discussing, while the warrior were taking the weapons out of the dead bodies. However, it was all no more than a noise in the distance of her mind. She couldn’t think of anything else but the lifeless bodies of the Abbess and the Dane. She could also feel blood drying on her skin, but she could not push herself to care about it. The Abbess was dead. She had killed a man. Her ears couldn’t catch the words of Aethelflaed, nor those of the warriors, everything a buzz in her mind. Was she about to die? “Are you alright?” a kind voice asked from her side. It was a warrior, a Saxon she could guess from his accent. He was covered in dirt and blood, but she could see that he was young, probably around her age. She nodded slowly, fiddling with her hands, as dirty as those of the warrior. “It will be all right, Lady. Lord Uthred is planning to negotiate, and his plans always work.” he continued. His words swept some of the clouds away from her mind. Negotiation? Was Aethelflaed in danger? The warrior hands were on her as soon as she gripped her sword “He will not hand the Lady to the Danes.” he assured her “It’s not clear what he would do, but that’s not it.” he searched someone with his eyes “Look, she is safe. There.” he pointed to the door of the nunnery; Aethelflaed was being escorted by two men as far as possible from the entrance, where she would be safer. Aoife stood up, once again sword ready, but a large, rough hand lower her blade, delicately. “There’ll be no need of your sword now, Aoife.” Finan smiled down at her “You will hide and wait for it to be over.” he stopped her protests simply raising a finger “You have done enough. Stay here.” Aoife would have never imagined that Uthred was so quick on his mind. He was able to strike a bargain with the Dane and offer him the Dane seer in place of Aethelflaed and, as quick as they arrived, the Danes were gone. Once sure of her Lady’s safety, she crawled upstairs to her room and threw up in her piss pot. She then fell asleep on the floor, covered in blood, dirt and tears.

Aoife was shaken awake when the sun was already high in the sky; Aethelflaed was kneeling next to her, clean face but tormented eyes. “Aoife stand up. We are to leave this place.” Chapter Two.

Meet the Mods!

Hi all,

As was previously announced, MCU Kink Bingo is changing hands! We couldn’t have made the changeover without help and support from the amazing past mods, so please give Mods Unforth and WWT all your love, praise, and adoration even as they step down from their previous roles. 

The new mod team is comprised of four people from different walks of the MCU fandom, and we’re all so excited to step up and keep this bingo running. We’ve all written personal introductions, which you can read under the cut. 

Another thing we’re excited to announce is the schedule for Round 4. This is available in our Rules page, but the quick and dirty is:

January 1st, 2020: Signups open

January 15th, 2020: Custom card signups close

January 21st, 2020: Last day custom cards will be sent out

January 31st, 2020: Last day to request changes to custom cards

January 31st, 2020: Last day for pre-made cards with changes

No deadline: Pre-made cards without changes

April 30th, 2020: Master posts due

We anticipate that Round 5 will run from August 1, 2020 to November 30, 2020; if this changes, we’ll post an announcement here as well as to our Discord. (Need Discord access? Let us know!)

See you soon! - Mods Al, Aoife, BuckysP, and Bunny

Hi folks, I'm Aoife, (Aoifelaufeyson on Tumblr, Twitter, Ao3, and Pillowfort and Aoife#6974 on Discord), and I'm one of the new mods for this bingo. I am a huge multishipper, but my OTP is Tony Stark/happiness, and most of my writing  happens with that eventual goal in mind. I'm relatively new to fandom, but I've been successfully helping to run two other bingos, and I'm so glad that I'm able to help keep this one going. I will primarily be responsible for moderating our Discord server, however, feel free to reach out to any of us with any questions or comments you might have.

Hey you guys, my name is bunny (bunnyfacecucumber on tumblr, ao3, and pillowfort; bunnyface #3141 on discord) and I'm one of your new mods. My OTP is spideypool. I love to write fanfiction, especially the darker stuff (ie peter parker whump). I haven't modded anything before and probably lack some leadership skills lol but I'm very excited to help keep the bingo going! I'll be mostly in charge of reblogging all your works for the bingo on tumblr. Cant wait to get started!

Hi! My names Max! I’m BuckysProstate on tumblr, ao3, and pillowfort and my discord is BuckysProstate #9126 and I’m going to be one of the new mods for the MCU kink bingo. I really love stucky (how basic I know lol) and my favorite superhero of all time is of course Spider-Man (any version. He’s always the best). Second favorite is captain America and I love love love everything about Bucky. I love writing angsty sad fan fiction and of course smut. I’ve watched almost all of the mcu shows and seen every movie at least three or four times each (at LEAST). This is my first time modding for a big event like this but I’ll be mostly in charge of making your bingo cards for you which I can’t wait for!

Hi there, I’m Al (bobbimorseisbisexual on tumblr, lazyfish on ao3 and Discord)! I’m a big fan of all things Marvel, but Agents of SHIELD is where I do most of my writing. I’m super excited to be modding for Kink Bingo after participating for two rounds, and hope to get to know you all better across the course of Round 4. I’m mostly going to be responsible for creating cards and answering asks on the Tumblr, but also feel free to reach out for other questions/comments/concerns! 

The Naughty list for the SINF fandom

Recently, I discovered the beauty of writing smut fanfictions for myself and I couldn't resist doing it for the sinf fandom!

This post had been online previously but I took it down, for I wasn't sure about it. You can drop a pair for the list you want me to write smut for. But there are some rules:

No minor/adult

no threesomes (maybe later)

magical/mythical creatures (such as the sphinx )

Right now on the list:

Dee/Dare

Scatty / Joan

Aoife/Niten ✔

Dee / Morrigan✔

Q & Aten

Feel free to add anything you want in the story like Place, time, setting etc if you have something in mind

Feel free to contact me here or on discord !

see you soon,

your weird Santa.

not that anyone will care bc it’s not glee related but

“There’s silence for some time, nothing but the sounds of the trees swaying softly in the wind, the quiet echoes of insects. As his tears slow and so do his cries, he lies there, fingers laced through the grass, moving back and forth like the ebb and flow of the lake’s waters. 

His brother’s glow is gone, it was taken one year ago now. Evan thinks of all the times with Aoife they used to spend together, that smile on Alex’s face, so passionate for her, so… proud. 

If his brother’s glow was taken away, then his happiness was taken, too,  that day of Aoife’s death. She’s only a memory to both of them now, hidden in the past. And so was Alex's glow, stolen away from him.

The only existing glow in his life now was the green-blue hope of the lake.”

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this is a bit of the story i’m writing at the moment, not a fanfiction but.... y e s. i might post both chapters i’ve written so far here, but i’m not sure,,,, also the tense is really fucked up at the moment bc apparently i can’t write in one tense,,,, but yes pls send me feedback on this lol 

I was tagged by the wonderful @her-storybooks This was fun, thank you so much for the tag!!

ONE: Name/Alias - Aoife

TWO: Birthday - 4th of January

THREE: Zodiac sign - I am 1000% a Capricorn

FOUR: Height - 5'5

FIVE: Hobbies - Well let's see, I looooooove reading, and I mean both actual books and fanfics. My favourite thing to do, and where I feel the most relaxed, is to curl up in my bed with a warm blanket, with my headphones on and listening to one of my many playlists while I read some fanfics. It's my happy place. I also like baking, watching movies and sleeeeping!!

SIX: Favourite colours - My favourite colours are forever changing, similar to my mood I guess, but right now I love soft pinks and blues

SEVEN: Favourite books - You know, when I first read this question I was like, "oh this will be really hard, I have read and love so many books, how will I narrow it down?", but once I actually got to writing my answer, I realized I have actually just read a lot of books part of a series, so this list will be shorter than I initially expected...

The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare which was my first ever favourite book series! The ACOTAR - A Court of Thorns and Roses - series by Sarah J. Maas (I particularly love the second one, ACOMAF.) Star Wars: Phasma by Delilah S. Dawson and Star Wars: Bloodline by Claudia Gray, which I may have "borrowed" from my brother and now keep in my room :) Also, I'm currently reading Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Maas which is really good so far and will probably end up becoming another of my favourite series...

EIGHT: Last song I listened to - Hustle by P!NK (it's a freakin bop you guys)

NINE: Last film I watched in theatres - Spiderman Far From Home, and let me tell you, I am still not happy with one of those end credit scenes (you know the one I'm talking about) and I never will be. It was a great movie though, I love Tom Holland

TEN: Inspiration for muse - Woah, deep question!! I think just reading. Reading books, fanfiction, even going online and researching the smallest details from worlds like Marvel that I never knew before. I find it's great fangirl fuel for me, it keeps me, not interested, that happens all on it's own, but engaged and makes me want to be really involved in the fandom!! I also love photography, some pictures of maybe the countryside of the city just makes me really want to write some fanfiction!!

ELEVEN: Dream job - See, asking about my dream job, to me, is actually asking me two questions. Number one being my realistic dream job, and two, my fantasy and only in my wildest dreams, dream job. So for question one, I really want to be either a primary school teacher or a journalist or maybe an interviewer when I leave school. The second question, I wish I could be a singer, buuuut I can't sing, well I can sing, but not well enough to make money from it, and I guess that could be a problem down the road lol...

TWELVE: Meaning behind your URL - I just really love Scarlet Vision and this is a Scarlet Vision blog :)

Imma tag a few peeps now, but don't feel obliged to take part of you don't want to.

@underrated-raccoon @myheartwasbrokenbyinfintywar @scarletphantom1704 @artemisegeria @heydisneyhiremeplease @wanda-vizh @anonthenullifier @xwandavis

APID After Dark

(Story Post; Bonus Art at End)

“I'm heading out now,” the nurse said as she peeked into Reid's office. Reid looked up from his notes and then checked his watch. “Is it that time already? Alright, have a safe trip home.” She nodded. “Take your medication, please.” “Right... Thank you for reminding me.” “Do it now while I'm watching.” Reid sighed and got up, going over to his sink. He opened the cupboard, took out his pill organiser and took the pills in the appropriate date with a cup of water. The nurse went over and looked at his organiser. “You missed the last two days.” “What can I say?” Reid shrugged sheepishly. “I'm a busy man...” “When was the last time you took your testosterone?” “Um...”

The nurse looked at his calendar and flipped through the months. “You haven't taken it in six months!” “Aoife, it's no reason to be alarmed,” Reid said. “I stopped taking it for my research.” Aoife opened her mouth to protest but just shut it and pointed at Reid before leaving. Reid chuckled and gathered up a satchel to go down and check on Nathan post transformation. He was always excited for this part of his night. The night before, Nathan had been tranquillised so he could do a physical examination of his pregnancy in that form, but tonight he didn’t need anything medical for him. Reid just wanted to check in on his behaviour. When he got to Nathan’s room, he could hear scratching at the door. He walked past and down to the camera room where a guard was sitting with the channel open on Nathan’s room. “He’s awfully restless,” Reid commented, seeing the image of the wolf digging at the gap under the door. “Yeah, he’s been at it since coming to…” the guard said. “Don’t know what’s into him.” “Well, I have some treats and things he seemed to respond to last time,” Reid said, pulling out a bag of dog biscuits from his satchel. “Sounds like you're trying to train him,” The guard sighed. “Next thing you'll pull out of that bag is a shock collar and a clicker.” “Oh, no way,” Reid said. “Me? Put a shock collar? On a black man?” “Fair...” The guard shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t even think it's right to put such a thing on a dog.” “No, no... I'm just going to see how he's doing. Take a few notes.” “Yeah. Be careful.” “I will. Where's the door guard?” “Simmons went to the washroom.” “Ah.” Reid left the camera room and went down the hall to Nathan’s room. Simmons caught up with him outside the door and crossed her arms. “Are you here to make him stop scratching?” Simmons asked. “Sounds like he's gonna break something at some point.” “It's definitely very peculiar behaviour,” Reid said. “Maybe he's too pent up in the small space. Needs a good run or something.” “So am I supposed to babysit you again? Make sure you don't get bit?” “I brought welding gloves this time so if he bites me, we’re good,” Reid said, taking the gloves out of his bag. Simmons took the gloves from him. “Thanks.” Reid rolled his eyes and pulled out a second set of gloves. “You thought I didn’t think of your protection, lassie?” “If you really did, you wouldn’t do this at all,” Simmons commented. “And don’t call me ‘lassie’.” “Aye. Sorry,” Reid said. “Ready?” “Probably more than you,” she said, patting her tranquilliser gun at her hip. “That shouldn’t be necessary,” Reid said. “I'm not taking chances,” Simmons said. “That is a wolf in there. A wild animal. Twice the size it should be, not to mention.” “That’s a person you’re talking about,” Reid said. “And you want to feed him dog treats.” “…Well, yes. He's a good boy.” “I don’t think you realise how ridiculous you are.” “I don’t believe in ridiculous.” “He’s at the door,” Simmons said. “Ready to come out. How will you get in without him escaping?” “As I said, he’s a person,” Reid said. “And he’s here of his own will so it’s not really a matter of escape, is it?” Simmons shrugged. Reid smiled and opened the door a crack. Immediately, a wolf muzzle pushed through the gap and growled at them. Reid held the door firm, not letting him past. “Nathan, no. Away from the door,” Reid commanded. “We're coming inside.” Nathan continued his struggle, pushing a paw through trying to get traction to pull himself through. “Maybe we need him to familiarise himself with us,” Reid said. “Grab a treat, let him sniff it, then toss it in.” Simmons grumbled and pulled off one of the gloves so she could take a treat from Reid's bag. She took her time to place it in her gloved hand, put the other glove back on securely and then hold it out for the wolf to sniff. Nathan wasn't having it. He huffed once and the treat went flying off her hand. “He's more worked up than I thought,” Reid reviewed, placing his fists on his hips. “What's going on? Is there something up tonight?” “Well... Is it true he's knocked up with that bear guy?” Simmons asked, not bothering to pick up the dog treat. “Yeah, why?” “Bear dude ships out tonight,” Simmons said. “They're probably loading him up in the van right now.” Nathan started whining and pushing harder against the door. Reid sighed and rubbed under his chin. “Oh, Nathan... This is puppy love, isn't it? You betray your feelings at night.” “That or he wants to get out and kill him,” Simmons considered. “Doesn't sound like they like each other.” “You haven't been in a room with both of them,” Reid said. “So much sexual tension. Though they'd both deny it.” “Sounds like you write fanfiction,” Simmons huffed. “Can't see hate as just hate.” Reid shrugged and went back to the situation at hand. He tried pushing back on Nathan's nose. Nathan snapped at Reid's hand, startling the scientist enough for him to let go of the door. Immediately, it flew open and Nathan was running down the hall. “No! Nathan! Get back here!” Reid said, running after him. “Simmons!” The guard groaned and ran after them. The wolf blew past security straight to the elevators. He skidded a bit, seeming to realise that his plan was flawed, but then he turned and pushed through the doors and up the stairwell. “Why are those doors even open?” Reid yelled exasperated. “Fire safety,” Simmons stated. Reid panted a moment then pushed the elevator button. “He must be headed to the shipping docks...” “That's my bet,” Simmons said, hand pressed to her tranquilliser gun. The elevator came and they got on. He pressed the floor and then waited anxiously. “Why can't this thing go faster?” Reid asked, impatiently. “It can. You just got to set it to chase mode.” “Really?!” “No.” Simmons sighed. “This is already one of the fastest elevators in North America.” “Don't get me excited like that...” “Doesn't take much to get you excited, I hear. Just gotta say ghost.” Reid crossed his arms. “Really, is that all anyone thinks of me around here? I'm still a person with feelings. My eccentricities aren't my whole iden—” “We're here,” Simmons said as the doors opened. Nathan was too late. When the elevator doors opened to the loading docks, the large garage doors were closed and the sound of a truck driving off could be heard. The wolf, was scratching again, this time at the bottom of the garage doors, whining and huffing. Reid started to approach but it startled the wolf, and he growled at the doctor, his fur bristling. Simmons put her hand to her tranquilliser gun but Reid threw his arm out to stop her. “If he feels threatened, he’ll attack,” Reid said. “That’s the point of the tranqs,” Simmons said. “Just relax and he’ll relax too,” Reid said, keeping his attention on his patient. “Nathan. Now calm down. You know us.” The wolf seemed to take that as a sign that the doctor wasn’t going to bother him, so he went back to scratching. “You poor laddie… Kent’s gone,” Reid said. “You need to stop. Love or hate, you can’t go after him.” Nathan stopped scratching but started pacing up and down the length of the door, padding at it to feel for weaknesses and whining. “Going after him wouldn’t do you any good,” Reid called to him, starting to approach him again. “You could get hurt. We wouldn’t want that. Especially in your current condition. Think of your wee ones.” Nathan paced a couple more times but it was clear he was giving up and he finally stopped. Lying down, he rested his head on his forelegs and whined louder. Reid managed to get close enough that if he tried, he could reach out and touch him. He held back though and just crouched down beside the big wolfman. “Nathan, I’m sorry. But we should head back in. Besides, the floors real dirty out here. The pigeons come in and poop everywhere…” The wolf huffed, not moving an inch. “Or… I could sit here with you for a bit,” Reid said, squatting down. “I can do that. You can tell me about how your class was today.” He received a wicked side eye from the wolf and Reid chuckled. “You really can understand me, can’t you? That was classic Nathan Cassidy in that glare.” He turned back to Simmons. “You can head back. I’m good from here.” “With all due respect, your sitting on the floor with a wolf,” Simmons said. “I’m gonna stay right here.” “Suit yourself.” Reid sat with Nathan, observing him, taking a couple notes on his phone. He didn’t get a lot of chances to be this near to him while he was conscious in this form. It was hard at first to really see him as Nathan, it felt like they were just with an animal. But things he reacted to gave some indication that the wolf shared some of Nathan's memories, though it didn’t write any. After fighting the temptation for as long as he could, Reid reached out to try and pet the wolf. Nathan's ears flipped up but he didn't move. Reid pet gently at his neck. He started to think of what an accomplishment it was to get this close. But then he remembered that Dax had been so bold as to lure the wolf into his home and slept in the same small apartment with him. Although Nathan had still been injured then... After some time, Nathan finally got up and started padding back to towards the elevator and stairs. Simmons froze up when he passed her but didn’t draw her gun. Reid followed him and called for the elevator. “You want us to ride the elevator with him?” Simmons asked. “A small contained space with a wolf?” “You have your tranquillisers,” Reid said. “Besides, a man drove across town with the same wolf in his car. I think a little elevator ride will be fine.” The doors opened and Reid offered a biscuit to the wolf to tempt him onto the lift with them. He took it gladly and ate it in one go like barely a tic tac on a tongue. When the doors closed, he seemed anxious and paced around the little box but it wasn't long until the doors opened again on the deportee floor Nathan was staying on. An Eclulo mother was in the hall walking with her child, likely trying to get them to tire out for bed. As soon as the toddler eyed the wolf, they opened their arms wide and started toddling towards him. The mother didn’t seem phased as the wolfman laid down in front of the child and let it approach. “Reid, do something!” Simmons said, drawing her tranquilliser gun. Reid shook his head and put him arm out. “He's not only pregnant but also a teacher. He wouldn’t dare harm a child.” The baby came right up to Nathan and started touching his hackles and ears, giggling. He rested his head on the ground, letting the child play as it wanted with him. After a bit, the child seemed to get tired and wrapped it's arms around his neck to snuggle him. “That's precious,” Reid said. The mother came over finally and picked up the drowsy babe and brought them back into their room. Reid went over and opened the door to Nathan's room, hoping he didn’t protest. To his luck, Nathan got up and went inside. They followed him in and closed the door behind them. “Can't believe that mom just let her kid go right up to him,” Simmons said. “The Eclulo have a strong belief in instinct. The mother likely believed that if Nathan was dangerous, her child would have had the instinct not to mess with him,” Reid stated. “Fascinating to watch though.” Nathan slinked over to the bed and laid down. Reid sighed watching him. “Has he been fed yet tonight?” “Tried once, he didn’t take it,” Simmons said. “Well, now that he’s not distracted, do you mind?” Reid asked. Simmons sighed. “Feels like a waste of good steak always feeding this guy through the night...” “Would you rather the steak or your arm?” Reid asked. Simmons just left to go get the meat. Reid stayed with Nathan a little longer taking notes. He could tell the wolf was upset and when Simmons came back with a T-bone steak he didn’t even hazard a sniff it's way. Figuring it'd just be best to leave him alone, Reid said good night and headed back to his lab.

(Aoife = “EE-fa”)