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dykevirgo · 2 years
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it’s 7:45am on april fool’s day and i’ve already been rick-rolled twice 😒
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void-wolfie · 11 months
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Music to My Ears
Part 2
summary: Jenna forgets her headphones so you offer her yours.
pairing: jenna ortega x gn!reader
tw: none. just fluff/comfort and terrible writing skills
words: 460
a/n: wrote this in the middle of the night so not exactly perfect... still new to writing in this format, don't judge me too much please
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Jenna sat down next to you, huffing as she crossed her arms and stared up at the ceiling.
You looked over at her, concern etched upon your face. Sure, work wasn't always fun, and it could be exhausting at times, but Jenna wasn't usually like this. Even on her worst days she found something to smile about.
"What's got you all grumpy?"
"I forgot my headphones at home."
Well, that explains it.
Jenna never went anywhere without her headphones; the whole cast knew that by now. It was an unspoken rule. Jenna minus headphones equals a bad mood.
You dug into your pocket, pulling out your airpods case. You checked to make sure they were both in there before handing it over to the shorter girl.
The smile she gave you could've lit up the night sky. You would've carved out your heart and served it on a silver platter if it meant she'd smile at you like that just one more time.
"You're serious?" she asked, looking between you and the earbuds unsure.
"Yeah, it's not a big deal."
But it was. Even she knew that. Just like Jenna, music was your escape. Whenever the real world started to get to be too much, you'd pop in an earbud and drown out your worries.
Emma, being close to both you and Jenna, took notice of that fairly early on. She often said you and Jenna would make an adorable couple because of it, which definitely had nothing to do with the fact she knew about your massive crush on Jenna.
You had gone back to messing around on your phone, not paying much attention to Jenna, and letting her do her own thing.
A few seconds later something was held out in front of you. An airpod. She was offering to let you listen to music with her.
You graciously took the earbud, seeing the other already nestled in Jenna's ear.
A song started playing and you almost choked on your spit then and there.
She was playing Girl in Red.
This girl was gonna be the death of you. If that wasn't the biggest tease of your life you weren't sure what was.
She didn't say anything as you pulled her chair closer to yours. You rested your head on her shoulder and closed your eyes, letting yourself relax for what felt like the first time all day.
"Comfy?" You could practically hear the smirk on her face.
"You can't play good music and not expect me to get clingy. It's a scientific impossibility." You cuddled into her shoulder further, making no plans to move anytime soon.
"I don't think that's how science works."
"Guess I'll just have to prove you wrong."
"I might take you up on that."
Bonus Content: The song ended and you made no effort to move. Not that Jenna minded, she enjoyed the affection. The song changed and you couldn't help but laugh. "Good try, still not moving." "Wasn't trying to make you." "Mhmmm." You were doubtful, but you didn't care. Besides, it's not every day you get Rick Rolled by The Jenna Ortega.
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grimesthinker · 29 days
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Hey, I LOVE your writings 😍
I was wondering if we could get another stepdad, Rick?
the reader's mom married Rick ( I'm picturing it in Alexandria)
Rick and The reader have had little moments like him brushing past her so he could touch her
and one day she gets a boyfriend and Rick does everything to make them break up and it doesn't work so one day he has enough and he just fucks her!
STEPDAD!RICK x FEM!READER ౨ৎ ♡₊˚⊹
you like him, you really do. well, you tell yourself you do. because you should. he's perfect, right? he's safe and he's cute and he's actually your age. problem is, the guy can't fuck for shit. your sweet boyfriend, who can't please a woman to save his life. you tried, a couple times, but he fumbles with your bra strap and struggles to find the right pace to rub your clit. thing is, you don't even care as much as you should. every time you're around him, your mind floods with thoughts and daydreams of your step father, rick, who fell in love with your mother months ago. it's fucking antagonizing, walking past him every day, feeling his calloused hands on your waist for a split second just so he could move past you.
unbeknownst to you, rick can't stand your little boyfriend. he watches him with a deep scowl as he stands on your porch, waiting for you to come outside in your skimpy skirt and tank top. that boy is so entitled, rick thinks. walking around with his head held high because he has the hottest piece of ass in alexandria. it's not right, goddamnit. you belong to him, not that asshole. he purposely touches you any chance he gets, imagining what it'd be like if he moved his hands just a little lower, just enough to play with that sweet cunt.
one hot july day, your mother thinks it'll be a great idea to host a barbecue. you oblige, of course. the community was doing well and you were grateful for it. you invite your boyfriend, only subconsciously wishing it might make your taut stepfather jealous. brat. you coat your lips in sparkly strawberry lip gloss and put on a sweet dress that leaves little to the imagination. people begin to arrive and your mother welcomes them with a smile. you make sure to be the first one to greet your boyfriend, and you also make sure that rick is watching when you kiss him with way more heat than usual.
the barbecue is going good, everyone's happy. everyone's content. except you and rick, of course. you sip your lemonade and he sips his beer, eyeing you from across the backyard. no one else cares to notice the excruciating tension between you two. eventually, you excuse yourself from some insignificant conversation and head into the house, up to the bathroom. you shut the door behind you, not bothering to lock it. you're washing your hands when rick barges in, glaring at you with darkened blue eyes. "what the hell was that?"
you turn the water off. "rick-"
"-bet you didn't know he was down there, braggin' to his buddies about how good he fucks you. about how fuckin' tight you are?" he shuts the door behind him, locks it. god, he's close now.
feeling brave, you cross your arms and taunt him some more. "yeah? what's it matter to you? jealous or somethin?" yeah. you're feeling brave, alright. deep down, you're pissed that your dumb 'boyfriend' is lying to his friends about how good he gives it to you. but with the way rick is looking at you right now, like he wants to rip that tiny dress off and bend you over the sink, you didn't even care.
in a swift motion, you're pinned to the marble counter, rick's fingers digging into your waist. he chuckles lowly, making you immediately drop the big and bad act. your heart pounds, cunt aching for something, anything. he pries your legs apart, gripping your thighs.
"he gives it to you good, huh? then why are you acting like a bitch in heat?"
you shudder at his words, making a soft whimpering sound, fighting the urge to roll your hips and beg him for anything he'll give to you. he peels your panties down your thighs, swiping a thumb over your clit. "ah- look at that." he coos.
minutes later, his cock is buried deep in your pussy, making you feel better than you ever could have imagined. he's anything but gentle, as if he's reading your mind. "fuckin' slut." he grunts. "feels so good, huh, baby? yeah, i know. take it, honey."
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gxtitobxby · 1 month
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Crying and clinging to Rick because for one Daryl had punished you and now your sitting on his lap with a sore pussy and Daryl’s just watching with a smirk on his face
this is NOT what you asked for, but you got me thinking about when and why Daryl would be the one to punish you and so this got a lil soft :')
It always come down to putting yourself in danger. Daryl doesn't mind all the bratting, he actually enjoys all the pouty lips and huffy tantrums. And he's come to terms with the fact that he's weak when it comes to your puppy dog eyes.
But when it comes to your safety? Daryl does not fuck around.
So that's how you end up cowering away on Rick's lap, glaring through teary eyes at the man you though was wrapped around your finger.
"Get back here, girl. Now."
"No," you whine, burrowing closer to Rick who simply rolls his eyes. His traitorous hands go to your waist, pushing your forward with a gruff "quit it" when you dig your feet and fight against him.
"You asked for this, sweetheart. Up you get."
The betrayal on your face is almost adorable. You're not used to having to fight both of them.
Daryl grunts, closing in to grab at your arm, trying to ignore your weepy eyes. "I told you to stay inside, didn't I?"
"B-But you went, and I wanted to—"
"You think I tell you to stay in because I wanna be a hardass, girlie? I want to keep you alive!"
"I'm sorry," you whimper. You are not used to this, not getting your way with him. And you do feel a little bad. The look on his face when he found you surrounded by walkers sticks in a dark corner of your heart.
"Over the bed, you're gettin' the belt."
Your eyes widen. He never uses the belt. "B-But."
"I don't wanna hear it," he says and turns away from you, getting to work on taking off his belt while glaring at the wall.
... 10 lashes later, you're back on Rick's lap while he cups the back of your head with a coo. "S'alright, sweetheart. You're all done."
"Hurts," you whine. You peek at Daryl from Rick's arms. "That hurt!"
"Goo. Was s'posed to." His words are still stern, but there's an underlying tremor that makes you pay attention. "I don't want you to ever pull that shit again. You got that? If I find you again, you're getting it ten times worse. Y'think your life is a fuckin' joke?"
There's something about him now that you watch him from afar. His shoulders are tense, hands slightly shaking. Truth is, you scared the hell out of him. And maybe it was selfish, inconsiderate even, to put yourself at risk just because you didn't feel like being left behind. He needs this, whatever this is, to reassure himself you're here. Safe. In his bed.
Rick wipes your cheek and then you're on your feet, shuffling until you're standing in front of the glaring man across the room. "I'm sorry," you whisper, sliding your arms around his waist. The next time you speak, the words are weepy again. "I'm sorry."
His chest shudders against you, and then his arms are wrapped around you too. The rough of his stubble tickles your forehead when he kisses the top of your head. "Don't do that shit again. Took years off my life, that."
Your sniffle against his shirt and look up at him, wet wide eyes full of regret. "You're right, I'm sorry. M-M'sorry, forgive me?"
Daryl huffs a little and tightens his arms around you. Always one for sentimental exchanges. "Shut up," he pats lightly at your ass. "Let me get some cream on you."
You nod and pucker your lips for a kiss, which he indulges for a little longer than usual. Before either of you can get too lost in it though, a voice speaks from across the room.
"How come he gets all this lovey dovey shit and I get an earful from both the brat and her white fucking knight?"
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taylormarieee · 4 months
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Fuck me while I sleep Rick
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Summary: Your stepdad takes you to bed and can't help the feeling of your body...
Pairing: StepDad!Rick x Fem!Brownskin!Reader
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: This contains, Drinking, Sex while asleep, consensual, Horny Rick, Needy Reader, Creampie, P in V sex, Choking, Ass man Rick, age gap(Rick is Early 30's and reader is 19)
A/N: This is for @versatilehater and @sinsandsweetness. I know y'all will love this so Y'all enjoy and everyone else Enjoy!
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You were at the usual Alexandria function party's where everyone celebrates and party.
You were one heavy party person. You constantly loved getting drunk and even though you were only 19 you just loved the stinging feeling of Bourbon, Whiskey or Vodka down your throat.
You also loved to make your stepdad mad. He always complained about how much you drank but your mom was okay with it because she got tired of telling you no.
You were dancing and jumping around to the music that was playing. The kids had there own place to party with a supervised adult and the Adults had there own house to party.
You as per usual, were in the Adults party place. You were dancing to a hispanic song with Rosita.
"Come on let's dance!" She yells over the music. As your swaying your hips you didn't know there were lingering eyes on your body.
Specifically your step dad's eyes. He was watching you shake your ass in that short, slutty dress.
'Why does she constantly do this?' He thought. You were drunk out of your mind and you looked like you were about to fall.
"I'm gonna get another drink!" You yell to Rosita. She shakes her head and goes to dance with Abraham.
You walk past Rick but he grabs your arm. "Babygirl..." He starts before you cut him off.
"Mom's fine with it, so leave me be. I love that you care but i'm fine." You say but Rick's not having it.
"I'm taking you my house. Your going to change and go to sleep." Rick states sternly.
"What! I'm sorry, I can't hear you!" You yell with a smirk. He rolls his eyes.
"i said, if you don't come home, i'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you home, And if you don't comply, I'll drag you outta here myself." His raspy southern drawl coming out low and seductive in your ear.
It makes you wanna squeeze your legs together. You gulp, and put the cup down.
"Fine." You say slowly walking out of the door. Rick takes your arm and wraps his arm around your waist.
You instantly feel butterflies in your stomach as he does that. Once you both arrive at his house he places you on his bed and walks to go start a shower for you.
"I have some sweatpants and a t-shirt for you babygirl. Then take a shower and you can change into that." He says. You nod and smile whispering a Thank you.
He watches you walk to the bathroom and not close the door all the way on purpose.
You slowly slide off the dress because you know he's watching. He looks at the curve of your hips and your plump ass.
You step into the shower and let it run down your body. He catches a slight glimpse of your breasts and how your kinky curls fall down your beautiful brown skin.
He feels the tent growing in his pants. Thinking about how your breasts would feel like in his hands. How you would moan with your nipples in his mouth.
Your pussy lips wrapped around him. How you would clench around him when he played with your clit.
He thought about you everyday. All the time. He knew it was wrong because he was your step dad. But that didn't matter to him anymore.
You finally get out the shower and see your Step dad still sitting on the bed.
You sit on his lap and play with his hair. "Everything ok daddy?" You say innocently with a devilish smirk on your face.
He grips your hips and looks at you with gkossy eyes.
"Go to bed. You drunk. Drink some water, i'll leave a trash can near the bed just incase."
"You always know how to take care of me." you say smiling drunkly. You finally give up and lay down letting the silence over take you.
"Good night." You say sweetly. He smiles and kisses your head. "Good night baby." He responds.
He hears you snoring lightly and finally gets up to leave but when he makes it to the door, something stops him dead in his tracks.
Why isn't he leaving? He turns back around to look at you and he realizes you never put the sweats on. Just the shirt.
He stares at your body not being covered with the blanket. He closes and locks the door staying inside the bedroom with you.
He unbuckles the belt to his dress pants and makes his wauy over to you.
'No one has to know right?' he thought. It will be for a quick second.
He runs his hand up and down your body. He lays down next to you and positions his body side ways so he's laying on his side.
He lifts your leg up slightly and begins to slide his cock inside your tight wet pussy.
You must have been thinking about him if your this wet. He slowly. starts thrusting inside you.
You squirm and let out a moan. Your body erks to the feeling butt you don't wake up.
He can't hold back anylonger and starts thrusting into you at a faster pace awakening you from your sleep.
You hold onto him and cry out. Rick is so lost in your pussy that he doesn't notice your awake yet.
"Fuck Rick! Yes!" You moan. He finally registers that your awake and he smirks.
He flips you over so you're on all fours. He thrusts into you deep and hard giving your ass a few smacks.
"nghh- Fuck Daddy! Give it to me please!" You cry out. Your legs are shaking and your hands are. gripping so hard at the sheets.
He chokes you and brings you closer so your back is on his chest as he thrusts deeper into you.
"You want it baby? Say you want it, beg babygirl." He grunts.
"I want it Rick! Fuck please, give it- nghh- give it to me please!" You cry out, wanting his cum so badly.
He smirks kissing all over your neck leaving hickeys on your collarbone.
His thrusts become sloppy and his grunts become moans and whimpers.
"Oh fuck, shit!" He moans out. He fucks you faster your pussy throbbing as his cock abuses your pussy.
His fingers twiddle with your clit and you lose it. Your orgasm approaches and you squirt all over his cock.
At the same time, Rick cums deep inside you coating your walls white. When he pulls out your lewd fluids mix together creating a pornographic mess.
Your still a little dizzy and dazed from sleep and you end up drifting in and out of consciousness.
He picks you up and places you in his room from across the hall. He changes the bed sheets and cleans you and himself up. He finishes putting the last of the sheets in the washing machine and goes back upstairs to you.
Your dressed again and already asleep again. H e crawls in bed with you and falls asleep as well.
No one has to know. Besides it definitely won't happen again, right?
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d1xonss · 3 months
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Desert Rose
Chapter 23 ~ Broken
✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose
✧ Era : Season 2
✧ Word Count : 5.2k
In this chapter ~ In the midst of everything, Rick and Shane weren't able to leave the stranger behind like they had planned. It all led up to a pretty ugly discussion about how they would take care of him, fighting for whatever humanity they could hold onto. But they quickly come to realize they can't prevent the inevitable forever.
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It was a silent morning, quieter than usual as we waited for Daryl to come out of the shed with the dreaded news.
Rick and Shane came back late that night still with Randall attached on a leash, claiming they couldn't just leave him in the middle of nowhere, leading to a pretty ugly disagreement. Apparently, part of it was because Randall knew of Maggie from around the small town and knew where the farm was, so they were left with a tough decision. In the end they decided to play it a bit more safely and bring him back, and Daryl offered to "have a chat" with him this morning to get the information we needed out of him.
But as we all stood there waiting, my mind was elsewhere.
Yesterday was a rollercoaster of emotions for not only me, but the Greene family. After Daryl talked to me, I did feel a little better but also couldn't hide the embarrassment I felt after what he watched me go through. Practically the five stages of grief in two minutes. But after our talk I soon fell asleep, emotionally exhausted from everything that had happened that day. Then this morning I woke up and he was already gone, so I haven't gotten the chance to talk to him about everything he did for me last night. Though I would eventually, I didn't really know where to start.
I didn't know if he fully realized how much he had truly helped me. How much he proved that he was always there for me for the good, the bad, and the ugly just by simply comforting me in a time of need. It made my heart swell, and I wanted to thank him for all of it.
The shed doors opening and closing with a slam is what brought me out of my thoughts, seeing Daryl coming out only seconds later looking pissed. He made his way over to us quickly and stood close by while informing the group about what he got out of the man.
"Boy there has a gang, thirty men, got heavy artillery and ain't lookin to make friends. They roll through here our boys are dead and our women...they're gonna wish they were." he said.
"What did you do?" Carol asked him cautiously with her arms crossed, looking at how bloody his hands were.
He shrugged, "Had a little chat." he said simply.
Once Carol had brought attention to his beat up knuckles, I couldn't help but stare as well in slight concern. I then mindlessly took his hand in mine and raised it up to my face, examining the blood and cuts he had gotten. I felt his gaze on me while I did so, yet everyone else around us seemed to pay it no mind as they stewed over Randall's words.
"No one goes near this guy. We don't have a choice, he's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat." Rick stated.
Dale's ears perked up at that, "You're just going to kill him?"
"It's settled, we'll do it today." Rick announced before stalking off in the other direction.
My eyes followed his figure, along with Dale's whom was following close behind, thinking back to Rick's sudden decision. I didn't feel one hundred percent comfortable with killing him, but I also didn't want his group to show up in the one place we felt safe. There was no limit to the possibilities on what these people could do, Daryl only proved that further when he told us everything he said. So when it comes down to it, I think killing him is our best option.
But Dale was clearly quick to argue, chasing after the man as he began to talk his ear off for no doubt a better option. But clearly there wasn't. With the way we've gone over this a thousand times already before, we had already talked it out for far longer than we should've. And I for one didn't want to go through that endless loop again. No amount of time or patience would prepare me for another similar discussion.
My eyes then connected with Daryl's momentarily and I nodded my head towards our tent and he nodded back, quickly slipping away from the group. As we made it back to the small space we shared, I wanted to grab some things to help clean the fresh gashes on his hands.
"Sit down here, I'll be right back." I said briefly.
"Yes ma'am." he said with a knowing smirk as he sat himself down on the log I pointed to.
I fixed him with a glare as I felt the familiar heat creep to my cheeks before turning around and going into the tent to get a first aid kit out of my bag. Once my fingers grazed over it, I pulled it out and made my way back outside and sat down beside him, taking his hand again to help clean everything up.
Taking some water first, I gently poured the cool liquid onto his knuckles, trying to wash them as best as I could from the dirt that lingered there. I then took some cotton balls and rubbing alcohol, warning him before I began to gently graze it back and forth. He flinched a little at first but then slowly got used to the stinging, relaxing a bit more as I continued.
It was silent between us as I focused, but I could tell he had a lot on his mind with the talk he just had with Randall. It was a lot I will admit, but I could tell he was overthinking about it far too much. So I decided to break the silence.
"Stop thinking about it. Everything will be okay." I muttered quietly, my eyes still focused on his hands.
He huffed quietly, "What you can read my mind now?" he asked playfully.
My gaze lifted then with a little smile, "No, your thoughts are just too loud, they're hard to ignore you know."
He only smiled in return, nodding to himself like I had a point. I then finally finished wrapping up his hands in white bandages a bit tightly, before dropping them back into his lap, prepared to take the silence as an opportunity. It started off almost awkward as I didn't know quite how to put it, but I felt that I had to bring it up sometime.
"I uh...never got a chance to say thank you by the way, for yesterday. All the shit that went down. So, thank you. You have no idea how much that meant to me." I said honestly.
He scoffed and shook his head, "Ya don't gotta thank me darlin, I'll always be here when ya need me."
My heart jumped the smallest bit once I heard the nickname he had never used before, fall effortlessly off his tongue. But he had a much different reaction than I, pressing his lips together tightly and closing his eyes as if he regretted saying it at all. And just like that his thoughts were running wild once again, stuttering as he tried to apologize and find the right words for the slip up.
"Shit...sorry, it just- kinda...slipped out."
I gently grabbed his hand again, getting him to actually look me in the eye, "It's okay," I assured, "I think it's sweet."
He was quiet for a moment as he stared a me, before muttering, "Ya don't hate it?"
"I love it." I responded.
He smiled a bit shyly, before cupping my cheek and bringing me towards him to place his lips on mine. It was a soft and loving kiss that I never wanted to pull away from. Looking at Daryl you would assume he would be rougher with this kind of thing, but he truly was the gentlest person I had ever met. He treated every touch like he was nervous he would completely break me somehow, like I was glass.
But that alone only made me crave it more.
I leaned in further to him, deepening the kiss as his hand slowly moved down my back to inch me impossibly closer. But then my mind wandered a bit, completely forgetting about the vest I had gotten him, but never had a chance to show him. So I reluctantly pulled back before my head could get any further in the clouds, sighing almost at the loss of contact.
"What's wrong?" he asked, tucking some hair behind my ear.
I shook my head, "Nothing. I just completely forgot I have something for you."
He raised a single eyebrow at me, "What is it?" he asked, almost dreading the thing I could put in his hands. His tone sounding like he assumed the worst.
"Well shit, don't sound too excited." I joked, "It's nothing bad, just wait here for a second." I said as I quickly got back up to my feet, heading back towards the tent momentarily.
My hands fished around through my bag where I had kept it hidden since I got it, finally feeling the leather material amongst everything else and pulled it out. I gave it one last glance before putting it behind my back, exiting the tent and looking towards him expectantly.
"Okay, close your eyes." I said.
He looked at me suspiciously for a moment or two, before his eyes fluttered closed anyway, trusting me blindly. My feet moved further towards him, standing right in front of him and bringing out the item to hold it out so he could see the back of it first.
"Open them."
He slowly peaked one eye open, both of them then getting wide once he saw what I was holding. I then handed it over to him so he could actually get a better look at it, but he was only wearing an expression that I couldn't read as he sat there quietly.
"I found it on a run yesterday with Glenn...I don't know, I just thought of you when I saw it. Plus, I never got you anything in return when you got me my sketchbook, so I thought this was perfect...do you like it?" I asked, his silence only make me grow uneasy.
He then finally met my eyes, not wasting another second before he picked me up in his arms, spinning me around in the air as he hugged me tight. I yelped in surprise, before I was laughing at the enthusiasm I had never seen from him before, wrapping my arms around his shoulders in return.
"I love it." he said seriously, placing me back down on my feet before turning it around and throwing it on over his long sleeve button up, "How does it look?" he asked, turning around to show me the back as well.
I nodded to myself as my eyes roamed over his figure, "Great." I confirmed as he turned back around to face me, "You look good in leather."
He cocked an eyebrow at me, "Yeah?" he asked to which I simply nodded my head, "Then I'll wear it till the damn thing falls apart."
A genuine smile made its way back onto my face at that, getting close enough to pull him back in from the new collar of his vest. He sighed deeply, his hands falling in place at either side of my waist as he showed me how much he truly loved the gift. But like always, the moment didn't last nearly as long as either one of us would've liked, him pulling back after only a few seconds.
He rested his forehead against mine with a sigh, "We should probably head back." he muttered, clear disappointment lacing his voice.
I groaned, "Why can't we just stay? I'm a lot happier here, without all their negative bullshit."
He only laughed, "I know, but don't ya think they're gonna start wonderin where we are?"
I let out a heavy breath before fully pulling away, "Yeah, alright." I muttered.
He smiled and pulled me back into him for one more quick kiss before we headed back towards the house, dreading what the rest of today would bring.
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For the majority of the day, everyone was going back and forth about what to do with Randall who continued to make himself comfortable in the shed. Just like I dreaded. Another pointless conversation that would leave us all yelling and pointing at each other while nothing would get settled.
Dale was making his way around to anyone in the group he could sink his teeth into, asking if they truly thought killing him was the right thing to do. He was basically a walking survey for the entire day, but a really annoying survey that doesn't respect your opinion and wants you on his side. When he asked me my thoughts, I just told him that I didn't want him to die, but I didn't want him to live either. I had to let him down saying I wouldn't stand with him when it came time to make a decision, and I could tell he was disappointed in me, but quickly picked himself back up and moved onto the next person.
He left me alone after one last disapproving look that I couldn't get out of my head while I continued to sharpen my knives. I didn't want it to be this way and he knew that, no one did, but this is what it's come to in the end and we just had to deal with it. The world clearly wasn't the same as it once was, and though it was something that would take a while to get used to, we all at some point had to accept it.
Glenn eventually made his way over to the same spot we sat in yesterday, plopping down on his ass right next to me as I stopped my movements mometarily to see what he needed.
"We have to stop meeting like this." I joked.
He sighed heavily, "Do you think it's the right thing to do?" he asked, ignoring my comment and looking out towards Dale's retreating figure.
I followed his gaze before placing my weapons down with a huff, "I don't know, not really. But I also don't trust him enough to let him go. And we can't keep him locked up here forever."
He nodded his head, "Yeah, I know. But it still feels wrong."
"It is." I said bluntly, "But I don't want anything bad to happen to anyone here because of him. Especially you." I winked.
That caused him to let out a small laugh, and I moved closer so I could rest my head on his shoulder, in hopes of feeling some comfort at a stressful time like this.
"I don't want anything to happen to you either." he continued, "Or Maggie... or anyone. That's why I'm not trying to stop this." he said.
"I know," I whispered, "You're too good for this world, Glenn."
He scoffed at my comment, but didn't make any attempts to argue. In my mind I assumed he didn't say anything else because he knew it was true, though he didn't want to believe it, he was too good of a person. A people pleaser on steroids. Just simply wanting the best for everyone around him.
There was a long and comfortable silence that followed after my last words, soaking up the air around us before he suddenly opened his mouth again.
"So, what's going on between you and Daryl?" he asked casually.
I preferred the silence.
My eyes widened at the sudden question I wasn't expecting, my mouth becoming very dry at the thought. I couldn't tell him, not now at least. I wanted to respect Daryl's privacy and also I kind of liked the idea of nobody knowing about us. It was nice to not have watchful and knowing eyes constantly glued on us, and if I told him about the big secret, that would surely change. In fact, I would never hear the end of it.
I slowly lifted my head to look at him casually, "What do you mean?" I asked.
He gave me a pointed look, "Come on, I've seen the way you two have been acting lately. Leaving at the same time, stealing glances at each other, the way he looks at you now is like... even more intense than it used to be."
I scoffed at his words, brushing them off as if they meant nothing, "I don't know what you're talking about, we're just friends."
"Uh huh, okay, sure." he muttered, "You can lie all you want but just remember, I'm your best friend and I know everything. So, whenever you decide to tell me the truth, I want details." he stated.
"Is this really what you think about to help you sleep at night? That Daryl and I are together?" I asked him playfully.
He shrugged, "No, not necessarily, but I think you two are good for each other."
I rolled my eyes, "Whatever you say."
"So, it is true?" he asked with wide eyes and a hopeful smile.
"No." I deadpanned.
He sighed but dropped the topic completely upon hearing my tone, and our conversation continued like normal. That is until we were called into the house to finally have the discussion on what to do about Randall. It was like a reality check slapped me across the face and believe me when I say, it stung. I didn't want to fight about this, not anymore. But clearly there was no way out of it now.
The two of us made our way back up to the house and into the living room, finding a place to stand as we waited for everyone else to fill the empty space. I found myself leaning up against the wall while Glenn sat down on the couch in front of me, watching the group slowly pile in with anxious looks on their faces.
Daryl was one of the last ones to come in the room and I watched him out of the corner of my eye.  He seemed to be scanning the room before his eyes landed directly onto me, making his way towards my direction only a second later. His frame leaned up against the wall right beside me, bumping his shoulder with mine as we both stood with our arms crossed in front of our chests silently.
I glanced over at him and gave him a small smile before turning back to face in front of me again, my eyes finding Glenn's amongst the crowd of people. His gaze was already on me, looking back and forth between Daryl and I as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. My eyes narrowed as I gave him a pointed look that seemed to shut him up fast, now looking everywhere but me as he awkwardly started the conversation.
"So...how do we do this? Just take a vote?" he asked.
The room was silent for a moment as everyone thought before Andrea piped in, "Does it have to be unanimous?"
"How about majority rules?" Lori suggested.
Rick sighed and shook his head, "Let's just see where everyone stands, then we'll talk through the options."
"Well, the way I see it, there's only one way to move forward." Shane spoke up.
"Killing him. Right?" Dale asked without missing a beat, "I mean why even bother taking a vote? It's clear which way the wind is blowing."
"Well if people think we should spare him, I want to know." Rick spoke.
Dale nodded a little to himself, clear disappointment in his eyes as he scanned around the room, "Well, I can tell you it's a small group, maybe just me and Glenn."
My gaze then snapped back towards Glenn in utter confusion, not even five minutes ago he was telling me the opposite, that we were on the same page. But then I saw the guilty look in his eye when he looked back at Dale and I knew he hadn't told him he changed his mind.
He kept his eyes down as he spoke quietly, "Look I-" he took a breath, "I think you're pretty much right about everything all the time but this-"
"They've got you scared!" Dale exclaimed.
"He's not one of us," Glenn said calmly, "And we've lost too many people already."
There was a painful silence that followed, the older man looking everywhere to try and confide in someone else, before gesturing to Maggie, "How about you? Do you agree with this?" he asked.
She stayed silent, biting her lip subtly in thought before she turned to Rick, "Couldn't we continue keeping him prisoner?"
"Just another mouth to feed." Daryl spoke lowly.
"It may be a lean winter." Hershel pointed out.
"Well, he could be an asset, give him a chance to prove himself." Dale pleaded.
I shook my head, "No way in hell we're just letting him walk around freely." I spoke.
"We could put an escort on him?" Maggie suggested.
Shane scoffed with a nod of his head, "Yeah, and who wants to volunteer for that duty?"
"I will!" Dale said as he raised his hand in the air.
"I don't think any of us should be walking around with this guy, okay?" Rick said.
"Look," Shane started, "Let's say we let him join us. Maybe he's helpful, maybe he's nice. We let our guard down, maybe he runs off and brings back his thirty men."
Daryl tensed up the slightest bit from beside me, enough so that I was able to catch it just out of the corner of my eye. Without looking over, I subtly found his hand beside me and intertwined our fingers together, giving it a squeeze in reassurance.
"So, the answer is to kill him to prevent a crime he may never even attempt?" Dale snapped, "If we do this, we're saying there's no hope. Rule of law is dead, there is no civilization."
"Oh my God." Shane suddenly muttered as he ran a hand over his shaved head.
I didn't know what possessed me to do this, truly I didn't. The whole situation was stressful enough as it was without his little negative comments, so when I heard him mutter something even slightly, I didn't hesitate to pick up one of the apples in a bowl next to me and chuck it at him. As soon as it bounced off of his head, his eyes snapped towards me almost instantly in silent anger, clearly just as fed up with my shit as I was with his.
"Shut up." I slightly snapped before crossing my arms back over my chest.
Glenn immediately covered his mouth as he tried to hide his laugh that threatened to escape, while something else brushed up against my arm to get my attention. It was Daryl holding out his hand for a subtle high five which I gladly accepted, looking up after to see his lips pressed together trying to suppress a smile.
There were a few seconds of silence, everyone left shocked and somewhat speechless before Hershel cleared his throat, "Anyway... could you drive him further out? Leave him like you planned?"
"You... barely came back last time. There are walkers, you could break down, you could get lost." Lori stressed.
"Or get ambushed." Daryl said.
"...Maybe we shouldn't put our own people at risk." Glenn said.
Patricia then stepped up with a worried look on her face, "If you do go through with it... how would you do it?"
"We could hang him, just snap his neck." Shane suggested, glaring back at me every chance he got.
I was tempted to get another apple, wanting to get it through his skull that not everything was about him and his own opinion, but I refrained. Even though it would be just as hilarious the second time as it was the first.
"I thought about that, shooting him may be more humane." Rick stated.
"Well, what about the body?" T-Dog asked, "Do we bury him?"
Dale then stepped forward again with widened eyes, "Woah, woah, hold on you're talking about this like it's already been decided."
"We've been talking about this all day and then some." I said, "Going around in circles, you just want to go around in circles again?"
"This is a young man's life!" he snapped, "And it is worth more than a five minute conversation...Is this what it's come to? We kill someone because we can't decide what else to do with him? You saved him!" he pointed towards Rick, "Now look, he's been tortured, he's going to be executed. How are we better than those people we're so afraid of?"
That's what made everyone stop and think for a moment. I could see Dale's point on some things, but I wasn't planning on changing my mind, nor was anyone else here it seemed like. We didn't know him or his group and when Daryl came back from talking to him earlier, I could just tell that this guy couldn't be trusted. Not when his people were so proud of doing those horrible things.
"We're better because we don't kidnap children. We don't torture women. That right there is just the tip of the iceberg of what his people have done. So yeah, I'd say we're a little bit better than them. He can't be trusted, and you know it, not after everything he spilled about his group." I spoke.
"So, what is the solution?" Andrea suddenly asked, "I mean we haven't come up with a single valuable option yet. I wish we could-"
"So, let's work on it!" Dale interrupted.
"Stop it! Just stop it." Carol suddenly cried, "I'm sick of everyone arguing and fighting. I didn't ask for this, I didn't ask for us to decide something like this. Please decide, either of you, both of you. But leave me out of it."
Dale then pointed a finger at her, "Not speaking out, or killing him yourself, there's no difference."
"Hey!" I snapped, "You don't get to put all of this on her just because she doesn't want to be a part of this fucked up decision."
"That's enough!" Rick yelled before I could continue, though I saw Carol smiling towards me gratefully. "Anybody who wants the floor before we make a final decision has the chance now." he concluded.
There was just silence. Nobody wanted to talk about this anymore. Nobody wanted to think about it anymore. We all just wished for something to happen, something that would cause us just to move on from this.
Dale then couldn't take the silence, "You once said we don't kill the living." he said to Rick.
"Yeah, that was before the living tried to kill us." he said.
"But don't you see if we do this, the people we were, the world that we knew is dead... and this new world is ugly, it's harsh, it's survival of the fittest! And that's a world I don't want to live in. And I don't believe that any of you do, I can't. Please... let's just do what's right." he begged, tears now flooding in his eyes.
I assumed the room would stay silent, finally sealing in the realistic decision to eliminate the threat. But Andrea stepped forward, almost hesitantly, but yet sure that this is what she wanted to do.
"He's right." she muttered, "We should try to find another way."
Rick only nodded, "Anybody else?" he asked.
Everyone now sat perfectly still, avoiding Dale's gaze as much as they could with him now looking towards everyone pleadingly.
He nodded his head with a scoff at the silence, "Are you gonna watch too?" he asked, "Nah you'll go hide your heads in your tents and try to forget that we're slaughtering a human being. I won't be a part of it." he mumbled before heading towards the door to walk out of the room.
His head was hung low as he made his way past everyone, briefly stopping to glance at Daryl and placed a hand on his shoulder, "This group is broken." he said quietly before making his way towards the front door, leaving with a slam.
Processing everything all at once, including Dale's exit, I was the next one to leave after that. I didn't want to think about it anymore than I had to, and the decision was already made. That was it.
I walked until I felt like I couldn't anymore, out onto one of the many fields to watch the sun go down in front of me. I always loved this part of the day, where the sky was filled with the most beautiful shades of color I've ever seen. It made me feel calmer, it made me somehow forget everything just for a while. Even back when life was normal, I would always watch the sunset to just clear my head from the things that were bothering me the most. And right now I felt I needed the quiet more than ever.
I never thought life would come to this. Truly I didn't. Pushing us to a point where we would kill a man just because we didn't trust him. It was all fucked up seeing what the current world had come too after the dead began to rise. But in the back of my mind, I silently knew all of this could've been prevented.
If Rick hadn't helped him, brought him back here in the first place, we wouldn't have had to deal with this at all. Deal with something that was clearly tearing this group apart. I by all means wasn't blaming him for just trying to do the right thing, but you bet your ass if I had a time machine right now I would use it.
Though it wasn't long before I wasn't alone anymore, Daryl's heavy footsteps slowly came up behind me, taking a seat close to my left as he followed my gaze. Neither one of us said anything for a while, just simply enjoying the view in front of us along with each other's presence. It only lasted a few minutes before he finally spoke up.
"Ya okay?" he hesitantly asked.
I turned my head towards him once I heard his voice, "Yeah." I nodded, "I'm just thinking."
He tucked a piece of hair behind my ear, "Bout Dale?"
I shrugged, "About everything." I muttered vaguely before tilting my head at him in question, "Do you think he's right?" I suddenly asked.
I was surprised how quiet the question came out of my mouth, but Daryl heard it nonetheless, "Nah, we gotta keep everyone safe. We can't do that if we have him here. Can't trust him."
I nodded, though a part of me was still unsure. The last thing I wanted was to put someone down, saying that their opinion wasn't important or didn't matter, and I assumed that's exactly how Dale felt. But another part of me was sure that the decision we came to was the right one, even if the older man didn't agree with us right away, maybe someday he would thank us.
Although Daryl sensed I was thinking too much, tilting my chin up so I would look him in the eye again, "If it makes ya feel better, Shane's got a big ol red mark on his forehead from where ya hit him." he said, starting to chuckle halfway through.
I found myself laughing right along with him as the memory played back in my head, "You know what, that does make me feel better. Thank you."
He shrugged almost bashfully, "Anytime."
I found myself staring at him with such admiration without even meaning to, the sunset making him look more perfect if that was even possible. As I looked into his eyes, I felt a wave of comfort and happiness wash over me. He made me feel safer than I had ever felt before and I knew I could count on this man for anything. Though I didn't know what the future held for us, I somehow had a feeling we would be in it together.
~ Thanks for reading!
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This is gonna be different to what you usually write but can I request for a dominant female reader who ties Rick to the bed after she caught him flirting with Jessie at the party and punishes him. She rides his face and his dick and doesn’t let him come 👀
Jealousy (18+) || Rick Grimes
Thanks to you anon for getting me out of my comfort zone. I wrote through the fic in one sitting and fell a little in love with sub Rick, even though I'm a whore for dom Rick 👉🏼👈🏼
I tried to write something I hope you'll like and enjoy reading it 💗
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(Quick side note for @toxic-ink : I hope I didn't disappoint you with my nice fic 👀💓)
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I tug the dress into place one last time and follow my boyfriend into the room full of people.
The fact that I'm wearing a dress at all, given the realities of the world, is unusual enough, but seeing the group of people relaxed, sipping their alcohol, and apparently really celebrating is disconcerting.
Actually, I didn't want to come here at all, but Rick wanted to be here for who knows why and because I love him, I picked out an old dress and am now with him among the people who have offered us a safe place to stay.
Sighing, I slide my fingers out of Rick's hand and point my head toward the bar, "I clearly need alcohol to get through this."
My boyfriend gives me a nod, "Okay" before he disappears between people and I roll my eyes.
Rick is just the type of person who likes to be around people and people are always hanging on his every word.
He has a certain presence that captures others and that's how he got me around quite easily in the beginning.
I let him have his fun and turn to my joy: alcohol.
Before the world went down the drain, I used to enjoy a glass or two of wine with my friends, but now there are usually other priorities.
With a glass of wine, I lean against the wall farthest from everyone else and look around.
The Alexandria people are really nice but naive as hell, and I find it hard to believe they've survived this long without suffering major casualties.
I keep sipping from my glass as I spot my boyfriend at the other end of the room. Smiling, I watch as he talks with bright eyes to a woman I saw here in Alexandria yesterday.
He takes a sip from his glass and my smile grows even wider. It just makes me happy to see him so content.
The moment I want to let my gaze wander further, I see Rick put his hand on the young woman's back.
My eyebrows draw together and I don't take my eyes off the two of them. Normally, I'm anything but the jealous type and don't mind when Rick talks to other women and has fun doing it. It's the trust that I have in him and he has in me, but his hand is so dangerously low that I don't want to avert my eyes.
He probably thinks nothing of it, but when he lowers his head and whispers something in her ear, I see red.
I exe my wine and set the glass down on the first available sideboard and tap Rick on the shoulder. Still in a good mood, he turns to me with the woman in his arms and says, "There you are. I want you to meet Jessie."
I look over at Jessie and have to gulp for a second because she is so beautiful. I quickly catch myself though and jut my chin up, "Hey, nice to meet you."
She leans against my Rick a bit and I grit my teeth. He probably didn't even think to tell her he's in a committed relationship, which makes him anything but available.
She's not to blame because I know how good Rick can feel next to you.
So I paste a smile on my face and look up at Rick, who still has his fucking hand on her back, and say, "I'd like to go home."
I feel Jessie's gaze on me, but only look at Rick, who asks, "But why? Aren't you having fun?"
Shortly, I say, "No."
I know he's not going to let me go home alone and I'm right because he lets go of Jessie and looks at her apologetically, "I hope I see you again soon."
His stupid voice, which is the perfect mix of raspy and deep, makes Jessie shiver and fuck, me too.
She looks dreamily at Rick and murmurs, "I hope so too."
That's the moment I've had enough and I press out, "I'm sure you'll see my boyfriend in Alexandria now and then."
Her features all slip away and I use the moment to grab Rick's hand and drag him away from her.
We're probably both surprised at how hard I pull him behind me, and he stumbles after me all the way out into the fresh air.
Only outside does he catch himself and brace himself against me, which he manages with ease, hissing, "What's wrong with you?"
Furious, I turn to him and dig a finger into his chest, "You asshole went for that blonde."
What's in his favor is the fact that he looks genuinely confused as he mutters, "Huh? What makes you think that? I was just talking to her. You don't usually act like that when I talk to other women either."
I want to talk it out with him and try to get my anger under control, and he shrugs and walks past me, "Just relax and don't act like that."
My mouth just drops open and all I can do is stare after him. I can't believe he told me to relax.
ME to relax?
This asshole is so fucking arrogant I want to rip his balls off. I love him, but his arrogance sucks and I know exactly how to pay him back.
Couple times I take a deep breath and try to make my voice sound soft as I walk up behind him and say, "You're right."
Surprised, he looks at me again, "Oh really?" And then quickly corrects himself, "I know."
I suppress rolling my eyes and walk beside him with played equanimity. The fact that he thinks I'm going to let him treat me like this and just swallow it all is so incredibly humiliating.
When we finally arrive home, I am surprised myself that I have this level of self-control and follow Rick all the way to our bedroom without hitting the ceiling.
Rick tells me something about his plans for tomorrow and I slowly get up and put my arms around his body from behind, "Rick?"
I feel his muscles relax under my touch and grin against his back as he sighs softly.
In the end, Rick is just a man too, feeling soft breasts pressed against his back.
Slowly, I let my hands slide down his stomach to his belt and he murmurs, "I like apologies like that."
Biting my lower lip to keep from growling something like, "You should apologize to me," I undo his belt and pull it out of the loops.
With his belt in hand, I take a step back and he turns to face me. I can literally see how much he wants to touch me and dominate me, but today I want to do it differently.
His blue eyes follow me as I sit down on the edge of the bed and gently tap the bed, "Take your pants off and come here please."
Of course, I don't have to ask him twice.
Faster than I would have given him credit for, he strips off his shirt and pants, including his boxers, and I have to pull myself together to keep from falling into our normal dynamic of asking him what he wants me to do. Because that's exactly what heats up our sex so much: the dominance game between us in which I let him do whatever he wants and he takes me to my limits.
Unfortunately, it was a mistake to sit on the edge of the bed while he is still standing, because he can look down on me and quietly commands: "Take off your clothes, sweetie and put your face down into the pillows and your butt up in the air."
My eyes flutter shut and I say weakly, "Not today."
I hear him laugh, "Oh yes you are and you know it."
My traitorous center tightens at his tone, but I haven't forgotten Jessie either. So I shake my head and look him in the eye, "I want to tie you to the bed."
Of course, he bursts out laughing and doesn't seem to care at all that he's naked and vulnerable in front of me, "You want to tie me to the bed? Are you serious? Sorry, sweetie, but you do realize it's your part, right?"
Of course Rick respects me and actually we are partners at eye level, but as soon as it goes to the sexual level, it's just the opposite. That's why I can't blame him for laughing.
But I look up at him pleadingly, "Please?"
I know that's the only way I can get what I want, and I see Rick glance briefly at the belt in my hand.
Why I have to ask him to do this is obvious to both of us.
If he ties me up, it's easy and even if I resist, he's far superior to me physically. If I tried it on him, he could just push me aside. That's why he has to let me do it to him.
He looks me in the eye again and then sighs heavily, "Fine."
Without taking his eyes off me, he drops onto his back and extends his wrists toward me, "Go."
Even in this position he gives me orders and through clenched teeth I do.
I climb onto his thighs and put the belt around his wrists the way he usually does with me, fixing them to the metal of the bed frame.
Briefly he tugs on it and then murmurs, "Well done."
Now that I know he has no chance to touch me and can barely move himself, I smile at him in relief: The hard part is done.
Only now can I concentrate on Rick and trace his nipples with my finger. The sight of him straining against the bondage at this innocent touch makes my stomach warm and I bend over to whisper in his ear, "Want me to tell you a secret? I'm still mad at you because I know for a fact that you were flirting with that blonde."
Again, he braces himself and I press my middle against his cock, making him gasp, "Oh come on."
Gently I rub against his shaft and the unfamiliar position he's in seems to bother him.
Smiling, I breathe, "You know Rick, I have eyes in my head and I saw exactly where your hands were with her. For that, you can forget about touching me in the slightest today."
I can see how annoyed he is with the development, but I want him to beg me like I always do. I want him to beg to come and forget that Jessie even exists.
Lasciviously, I stand up and give him a strip show he won't forget in his lifetime and as I bend over to let my panties slide to the floor as the last piece of clothing, I stick my ass out at him so he can see what's his.
It doesn't matter that he can barely move because I still belong to him.
When I turn back to him, he's still staring between my legs and I purr, "Let's see if you can make amends."
Unusually still, he looks up at me and I can't get enough of the sight of him.
The way his biceps protrude through the restraints and his curls frame his beautiful face like a halo.
I stare at his lips and lean forward so that only a few inches separate us, "I want you to kiss me."
Immediately he lifts his head and wants to press my lips to mine, but I grab his curls and yank his head back before he can kiss me. I pull so hard on his hair that he moans softly, "Fuck."
Then I swing one leg over his head and kneel to the left and right of his arms so that my wet pussy hovers in front of his face.
Desperate to maintain control, I try to hide the trembling of my hands by bracing myself against the wall behind the headboard of the bed.
Breathing heavily, I look to him and almost give in at the sight of him looking at me with that special glint in his eyes. Unfortunately, I can't hide the trembling in my voice as I breathe, "I want you to kiss me like that."
Still not saying a word of his own and moving my pussy a little closer to his lips, he whispers softly, "You need to go down further."
I close my eyes and just think: His voice…heaven his voice….
Somehow I'm trying to punish him, but I can't shake the feeling that he doesn't even really see it as punishment yet.
Again I lower myself further and immediately he puts his lips on me.
At the first touch, my legs threaten to give way and I moan, "Oh God."
This guy just has a magic tongue and without complaining, he licks me, causing my hands to slide off the wall and I have to hold onto the edge of the bed to keep from falling on top of him and cutting off Rick's air.
My legs start to shake and Rick moans softly, "Lower."
Without thinking, I do as he says and he slides his tongue inside me.
Hectically I gyrate my hips and he knows exactly what he's doing as he presses his nose against my clit and all my muscles contract.
As I come on his tongue he tugs at the bondage and probably only now he realizes how lousy his situation actually is.
Shaky from the orgasm, I roll off him and my eyes fall on his cock, which twitches expectantly before I look up into his face.
Rick's blue eyes shine in the dim light and the feeling of pride is overwhelming as I see his beard glistening from my wetness.
I'm proud of myself that a man like Rick is licking me like it's the only thing that matters and this feeling of power over him is just overwhelming.
He licks his still wet lips and pulls at the belt around his wrists, "I got it, sweetie. Untie me so I can fuck you the way you deserve. I want to show you that you are my goddess."
The words out of his mouth are like a drug, but I want him to beg. I want to bring him to the brink of collapse. So I pull myself together and push myself on top of him again.
When my wet pussy touches his belly, he flinches and I huff, "Forget it."
I trace a wet trail across his belly as I move to his cock and out of reflex he lifts his hips to enter me, but I brace myself on my knees and aim his cock so that only the tip is at my entrance.
Eyes wide, he stares up at me and moans as I close my hand tighter around him.
I take a deep breath and purr, "Do you want to feel how ready I am for you, Rick?"
Panting, he nods and his cock twitches in my hand as he growls, "Fuck, yeah."
Sugar-sweetly, I ask, "What was that? I think there was something missing."
Rick is smart and knows immediately what I mean. I can see how much he resists, but the need to feel my warm walls around his cock is stronger, so he moans, "Please, sweetie."
I don't move an inch and my wetness wets his tip.
Rick yanks so hard on the belt that I'm briefly afraid he'll rip the bed part right off with it, but his hands stay in place and he growls in frustration, "I'm sorry I touched Jessie. Really."
I slide a little lower and his tip is inside me.
I've never seen him so desperate and needy as he is at this moment.
The vein on his neck comes out clearly and his hands are clenched into fists. Having this power over him is intoxicating and I whisper, "So what?"
He tries to come higher with his hips, but I move out of the way and he gasps, "Holy shit, I'm sorry I told you to relax."
Again I slide a little lower and moan hoarsely with him. I'm so wet that he slides into me so incredibly easily and I demand, "Beg for it."
Our eyes meet and I know full well that I'm taking it too far and that I'll regret it when I take his ties off afterwards.
But his desperation is so great that he unintentionally complies: "Please, please let me into your perfect pussy, sweetie."
At my petname, I let myself fall on top of him, moaning, and his whole body tenses as my pussy wraps tightly around his cock.
Panting, I give in and let my upper body fall forward so that my breasts are pressed against his torso.
He's so big and deep inside me that I can barely breathe, let alone move.
Especially since Rick usually has his hands on my hips, helping me move on top of him. It's not that I don't know what to do, but now I have to take care of it myself and I can't let him take control.
Rick notices my hesitation and gasps harshly in my ear, "You want to do this alone?"
With my hand on his chest, I feel his heart hammering fast and I whimper with my lips against his neck, "Yes."
His curls tickle my cheek as he moves his head slightly and murmurs, "Just try. You can't do anything wrong and you don't need my help to do it too. Finish it, sweetie."
Surprised by his encouraging words, I straighten up a bit and the love in his eyes blows me away. I had actually planned on not letting him come at all, but now I don't want to.
A little awkwardly, I straighten up again, bracing my hands against his broad shoulders as I raise my hips again, then lower myself back down onto him.
My mouth hangs wide open and with each deep moan from Rick, my whole abdomen tightens and Rick gets louder too. To my surprise, he also no longer resists the belt and lets me do whatever I deem fit to him.
As his cock starts to twitch inside me, he huskily blurts out, "That's it. Take what you need." And fuck, I do.
Trembling, I come one more time, pulling Rick right along with me. I'm still pulsing around him as I drop forward on top of him again, sliding my hands down his arms.
I undo the belt and once his hands are free, he wraps them around me, "Thank you."
I nod weakly and he lifts me to slide out of me and lay me down next to him in the bed.
My whole body feels like it's made of rubber and I open my eyes lazily as he whispers softly, "I'm really sorry. Are you still mad at me?"
Smiling, I shake my head and he brushes a strand of hair out of my face.
My eyes fall to his wrist and I'm instantly wide awake again, "Oh God, I didn't mean to. Why didn't you tell me I tightened the belt too much?"
I reach for his wrist and stroke the clearly visible red scratches and look up in irritation as he laughs softly, "Take it easy. It's all good. I kept pulling on it myself, didn't I? Don't worry about it."
Doubting, I look back down at the marks on his skin and he laughs again, "I think you should worry more about how uncomfortable it's going to be when someone asks about how I got those." And now I can't hold back the laughter either.
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courtingchaos · 1 year
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Rent the Space Inside My Mind
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader
Summary: During a hazy afternoon y'all get a little lost in your heads. Eddie tells you a really funny joke.
A/N: Jesus christ this got away from me. I've had this open for two weeks (???) just chipping away and rewriting and deleting everything. I need it off my phone. I'm so sick of looking at it! I really hope you guys enjoy it! This one gets a little spicy? Nothing crazy, just some daydreaming and just All of The Pining Imaginable. I'm not sick of these two being oblivious yet, so strap in friends. (AlsoAlso, just tossing this out there this is 18+, and will just get worse as it goes on so like don't interact if your a lil baby please) Y'all wanna see the gif again?
Friday afternoons were very specifically You and Eddie hangout hours. Typically quiet, never boring, it now usually started with a blunt since someone (you) had broken someone else’s ( Eddie’s) bong. It had truly been an honest mistake and while Eddie held no grudges, he did miss watching you pull on the thick smoke, so many thoughts rushing at him in those few precious seconds. You’d cough, eyes watering and he’d wonder if you’d make the same sounds with him buried in your mouth.
Slow your roll, cowboy.
It’d been maybe an hour since you kicked his bedroom door in, a McDonald’s bag held in either hand.
“Oh my queen, is that what I think it is?”
“Literally six large fries dude.”
You toss one bag at him where he’s laying on his bed, and beeline for his dresser to drop your stuff. You glance up at his first love while you shuck your jacket off and he’s obviously watching you because he playfully says “Go on, give her a kiss. You know you want to.”
Looking over, you’re 100 percent right. Fries sticking out his mouth, he’s got that shit eating grin plastered on his face, his dimples deep and soft and you just want to grab him there with your thumb and middle finger pressed in and push him back into his pillow.
“I’m not kissing your guitar.” You say flatly.
You on the other hand…
He pouts at you while you start digging around the top drawer, looking for the party supplies.
“You know, I wouldn’t go all haphazard in my drawers like that if I were you.”
“What, afraid I’m gonna find something dirty again?” You throw that over your shoulder while you search for the pre roll you know should be in there.
“Ha ha ha”, Eddie mock laughs, getting up from the bed to open a different drawer in the dresser. “I moved it, made more sense over here.” He pulls out a small wooden box and closes the drawer quick. You quirk an eyebrow at him and dart your eyes between him and the drawer his hand is still on. He just smiles easy and shakes the wooden box at you.
“Oh look at you, a whole box now? What, loose weed in your socks not your thing anymore?” You tease him and pluck it out of his hands to dig through it.
“Aha!”, the blunt you had so lovingly rolled on Wednesday in his van, parked outside of your own trailer before you went in for the night. Made like a pinkie promise for Friday afternoon, he’d taken it with a bow of his head; a knight receiving the fair lady’s favor.
“I’ll guard it with my life.” He meant it too.
Eddie had watched you, completely enraptured, run the tip of your pink tongue along a seam of the blunt, the smallest glint of metal peaking out of your mouth. He had tried being as sly as he could be, but he was sure he’d been actively panting by the time you handed it to him. This little fucking thing clutched in his hand had seen more action from you than he ever would. For that, it stayed in his possession.
“You better, that’s the last of that bag.” You’d held the empty ziplock up when you got out of the van, shrugging at him. Eddie promised to pick up only the best from Rick before Friday, so you dug forty bucks out of your wallet for him.
He’d long ago stopped arguing with you about paying since you were the one with an actual job. The bookstore downtown took up three of your afternoons normally, which is why Friday Fundays were created. If Hellfire wasn’t meeting and he didn’t have band practice, he’d sometimes bum around bothering you and your few coworkers.
They had all taken a liking to Eddie, firstly because he was pretty well read, and could quote Tolkien at them fast as lighting. Most of the older women you worked with were just as easily charmed by his big dimpled smile and his abundance of ‘ma’am’s’.
Secondly, he was typically quiet but always respectful so because of this, every single one of them had asked you on multiple occasions if you two had started dating yet. Always prefaced with a big sigh, you’d tell them ‘Why no, of course not, he is actually just my friend.’ It would always end with them tittering and smiling, talking about how boys were never friends with girls like that when they were younger.
“Georgia, it’s 1983, times do change.” You’d reminded your coworker one evening while you both watched Eddie rifling through books on a bottom shelf. Georgia had leveled a look at you and said, “I think after 62 years, I’d see when a boy likes a girl.” You’d wanted to remind Georgia of her coke bottle glasses but kept that one to yourself.
Eddie didn’t like you, not like that. You were positive. The two of you had come together as friends, nothing more. It wasn’t his fault you’d turned 16 and suddenly became aware of his dimples when he smiled at you, or how big his hands were when he’d grab at you when the two of you roughhoused. You’d kept this attraction on complete lockdown for two years and you weren’t about to let Georgia from the bookstore pry it out of you.
Firstly, and Most Importantly, he was your pit buddy. Very early on in the friendship, still both 15 and fresh faced and trying desperately to get into local shows, you’d realized you were both pretty hardy individuals. After saving Eddie from a beating by a Senior boy and then the next week starting a fight over one of the first uses of ‘Freak’ towards him, it’d given both of you an idea of what you could handle.
And it was glorious.
You’d only ever had girlfriends before meeting Eddie and while you did genuinely like doing the girly things, no one ever wanted to do the tomboy things with you. Now though you suddenly had someone who wasn’t afraid of getting into it with you, especially in the middle of a crowd of moving bodies. The first show had been some local band playing just outside of Hawkins, they were metal-ish and loud and fast and it was everything Eddie had promised it’d be. The two of you had spent the hour after the show waiting for your mom and wrestling in the grass next to the venue, taking turns throwing each other on the ground. That night had been the most fun you’d had in a long time and by the time you both climbed into the back of your mom’s station wagon you were breathless and covered in grass and laughing.
Your mom dropped Eddie off with Wayne, apologizing for the dirt child she was leaving on his doorstep.
“I have no idea what happened in an hour.” She’d kind of laughed, and Wayne waved her off telling her Eddie had come home looking worse.
“Tell Ms. Helen thank you.” Wayne said, herding him inside while Eddie yelled out goodbyes and thank you’s. On the short ride to your trailer on the backend of the park, your mom had tried to grill you for information about Eddie. You were honest with her, that the grass and dirt was from play fighting and the few cuts on your knees were from going nuts during the concert. Obviously she was concerned, but she admitted to you before turning the car off,
“I’m just happy you’re making friends hun, that’s all I want.”
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Holed up in Eddie’s room, the window cracked just barely to help circulate air and keep as much warm in, you take your normal position on the floor, leaned up against the bed. His head is hanging off the edge while he tries to blow smoke rings.
He waves the blunt in front your face and you wave him off while you dig through your book bag to find your D&D notes. Diamond Head is on low in the background and you hum along while you look for the scribbles you’d jotted down during lunch earlier.
“What tragic character have you created now?” His voice is deep from the smoke and the angle he has his head tilted at. You don’t even chance a glance sideways, just clench your jaw and flex your toes in your shoes.
“No one new, I was thinking of some like, extra story for my cleric.”
“Oh Christ, not the corn god again.”
“Yes the corn god, all praise Helio.” You say it with no emotion but hold your hands up in praise above you. Eddie rolls his eyes and copies you, muttering ‘Praise Helio’ under his breath.
The two of you fall into quiet conversation, passing the blunt back and forth until it’s hard to pinch, stubbed out in the ashtray next to your leg.
Honestly you thought Eddie had fallen asleep with how quiet he was so you’d shifted away from the bed to lay next to it on the floor. Engrossed in notes from one of Eddie’s DM binders (and a good steady high), you don’t notice him slowly moving to keep you in his line of sight. He had been close to sleep but you shifting had stirred up your perfume from your hair and pulled him from his daze. Something sweet and deep that hung around his room long after you’d left.
He had only recently really admitted to himself just how head over heels he was for you so this attention he was leveling at you was still surprising to him. In fact, he’d picked up a new little habit: small things of yours that just happened to find their way into his pocket. Stuff you’d never really miss but little things that made him think of you. Hair clips that he actually used sometimes. A few chapsticks and one of your eyeliner pencils, a guitar pick you’d use when messing with his acoustic and a minifig that he knew you were looking for but it wasn’t important to this campaign so it didn’t matter right now. If a t-shirt of yours found its way in there it was none of his business.
Under the assorted stolen tchotchkes was a single Polaroid he kept tucked deep in the drawer under the little cigar box he’d handed over to you earlier.
That lived face down in the drawer lest you almost accidentally ever see it again. He’s not a pervert (Don’t lie to yourself Munson) but this was an accidental photo taken at an opportune time. Halloween the year before and you had shown up to his trailer in an Elvira getup that had Eddie clutching the counter to stay upright. Complete with black wig and tits out to the universe he was sure he’d never seen so much of you on display. Standing in the doorway you’d had to call his name a few times before he invited you in, Eddie stuck in a staring contest with your chest. You’d done a little half turn for him once inside where he all but vomited compliments at you over your painfully accurate costume. If he followed you around like a dog all night, it was only to make sure he was somehow marking you as untouchable to everyone else.
This was just one of the rich kids parties so Eddie was there to sell and you had tagged along for an excuse to dress up. Normally Eddie would plant himself in his van for an hour or two and then head home but you seemed to be enjoying the party, even though you barely left his side. He never actually partied with this crowd of rich assholes but the combination of you, beer, and everyone being moderately decent to him all night lent to him letting his guard down. By the time midnight had rolled around the two of you were a drunk giggling mess, looking everywhere for the wig you had eventually torn off in the heat of the house.
The morning had snuck up on you though, both of you jolted awake by an errant ray of light seeping through the blinds in the strange living room. You found your shoes by the front door and you two snuck out to Eddie’s van and headed home.
It wasn’t until he was sat outside his own trailer, smoking before heading in, that he found the Polaroid in the breast pocket of his jacket. Eddie had found a camera at some point, he can vaguely remember that. And he had taken this crooked photo of you, legs stretched out and propped up in front of you with the slit of your dress hiked up around your hip. Your head thrown back against the couch while a cigarette hung out of the corner of your mouth. The long line of your neck mapping a trail down to the deep cut neckline and just cleavage for days. Eddie stares and stares for so long before he notices in the bottom corner of the photo, your hand resting on his thigh, painted black nails digging into the dark denim.
It takes his forgotten cigarette burning down to the filter and burning his finger to snap him out of his lust daze.
That photo had lived beside his bed for a good while, serving as a bookmark in many things. (Which is how you’d almost found it one afternoon in his copy of Salem’s Lot.)
He’d stare at it before bed, imagining whatever scenario he could that involved you crawling over that couch and devouring him. Your lips painted dark red, leaving marks all over his neck and you hair, curled and soft from being pinned up all night dragging over his shoulder. He’d never been with a girl that had really taken her time with him but he imagined you would. He knew how soft your hands were, could imagine what they’d feel like dragging down his ribs over his stomach, tugging at his belt. You’d push his shirt up while pulling his jeans down and look up at him with that glint in your eye, the one you’d get before you really threw yourself fully into something.
Sometimes this would be the softest imagined scenario all quiet moans and gentle kisses, you handling him so carefully. Featherlight touches down his thighs, your hands soft around him while you whispered little praises up at him from between his knees. Those were nights where he was feeling especially lovesick (like when you were out on a fabled date). Getting deep into his feelings in the dark, sometimes not even actually jerking off, just thinking of you while he lay in his bed trying to sleep.
The other times though, those times he’d grab you up in front of everyone at that party and find a dark corner of that rich kids kitchen. He’d walk you backwards, up against a wall and cage you in with his body, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other ghosting down your side to grab at your hip. Without shoes on your only a few inches shorter than him, but you’d still have to look up at him from under your lashes. Your hands would wrap up the sides of his face and wind in his hair and you’d pull him down to you, lips soft and warm. He’d hook a finger in the neckline of your dress to try and get your tits out and he just knew they’d fit so perfect in his hands. You’d mewl at him and make all the little noises he could imagine you might make when he runs his fingers over the lace of your bra. He’d smirk at you while you pulled at his neck, trying to get him closer, pulling your body flush up against his. Slot your leg between his and grind up on him to feel the hard length of him against your thigh.
It didn’t take much for him to picture you bent over a bathroom vanity, hands braced on the sink in front of you and crying for him. His hand fisted in the velvet of your dress and pushing it up to your waist so he could watch himself bury his cock in you while you whined and moaned for him to not stop, never stop, keep going your gonna make me cum-
The shuffling of paper brings him back down into his room. Remembers that you are also in his room and he has to keep his fucking imagination in check because you can clearly see the raging hard on he has from your place on the floor. Only if you looked over that is, just a turn of your head and you could see him straining against his jeans-
He mentally slaps himself back in place and takes a deep breath to try to focus on something literally anything that isn’t you and your tits and your thighs and your breathing…
From your position on the floor you can see Eddie lying face up on his bed, eyes closed, fingers tapping on his chest along with the drum beat. The notes you’ve been looking at are held at such an angle that you’re actually just peering at him like a little creep over the top. Watching his fingers tap, watching his chest rise and fall, watching his face scrunch up when he hears the bass really kick in. It’s lulling you into a stasis of sorts; you’ve been good and toasty for a bit now, the two of you no longer essentially hotboxing his room. The floor was supposed to be grounding you so you’d stop imagining things like climbing up on the bed with him. Would he even open his eyes or would he just smile?
Assume you were trying to get comfortable.
You could surprise him. Tangle your hand up in his hair and pull his head back to hold him in place while you attacked his neck, leaving little red marks up and down the column of his throat. Maybe he’d laugh, all breath and a little gasping, the vibrations making you smile against him. You could move your way up to his mouth and he’d taste just like you’d imagined a hundred times before. Tobacco and weed and a little salty from the fries he’d been eating earlier.
This is not the first, nor will it be the last time, that you sit and wonder what secrets that mouth beholds.
You are slowly spinning out on the floor of his room, your mind going…well, more like an inch a minute rather than a mile. Eddie’s notes long forgotten next to you in the carpet, you’re just about to drift off into your daydream about his fingers tap tap tapping down your sternum when he clears his throat and turns his head to look at you, says something you don’t catch.
“What?”
“I said ‘can I ask you something?’” He repeats himself and rolls over to lean on an elbow. His eyes are fixed on you, a notch between his brows making him look worried.
“What’s up?”
“Can I rain check next Friday?” He asks you almost hesitantly. It takes a few seconds for you to catch up before you frown a little yourself.
“And postpone the Friday night french fry extravaganza? What, you got a hot date or something?” You think you’re being slick but a blush starts to creep up his neck.
“No way! Did Gwen change her mind?!” You sit up from the floor to crawl over to the edge of the bed where you prop your chin to grin up at him. Your daydream is left with the notes while you rush into his space, face close to his own. Weed is still hugging your faculties pretty warmly so you don’t get a chance to stop your eyes drifting down his face to his lips.
He absolutely does not miss that look, but he’s also dipped pretty deep in this high so he lets it go because this is new. He’s never seen you look at him like that before; bites his bottom lip because he’s not entirely sure what’s happening in this moment.
No harm in letting you stare.
No harm in him watching you worry at your own lip.
Please let me bite that for you.
Your eyes finally snap back up to his with a questioning look in them.
Yes yes yes do it first please I’m too much of a coward.
Time is molasses the way the guitar in the background is molasses and you’re just staring at each other when you huff lightly.
“So…Gwen?”
Yeah, Gwen. Who’s Gwen?
“Uh yeah kind of? Nothing like crazy or whatever.” He breaks eye contact with you to stare at his blanket and pick at it. He’s not even sure why he’s still set on hanging out with her honestly, not with this huge fuckin’ crush he’s got burning for you. That first time he’d asked Gwen it had been with some actual feeling behind it. It’d only taken her a week to come back after turning him down though, a quiet question on her lips. Cornering him in the parking lot after school she’d made it a point to get him alone by his van where they were out of eyesight of everyone else. That should have been his first clue that this wouldn’t be a real date, but he’d been too caught off guard by the god damn cheer outfit.
“Does that offer still stand?” She’s sweet and a little naive maybe and he’s kind of weak for that so of course it does. Anything to get you off of his mind.
“For what?”
“Going out for a bite.”
“I mean sure, if you’re free.”
“Of course silly. Next Friday though.” She giggles and tucks a note with her number into his vest pocket.
He tells you all this, not looking up from his blanket the whole time. He admits that he knows she probably isn’t really interested in going out with him but she seems fun and nice and like who cares right?
“Yeah, she gets to test out what kind of freak I am and I probably get laid so…” he trails off. You’re still all up in his space so you can see his eyes darting around his blanket, looking for a distraction. This isn’t the first of these kinds of conversations between the two of you and you’ve seen that hurt in his eyes before. It’s not like Eddie is laying waste to all the girls of Hawkins High. He’s got maybe a solid handful of conquest under his belt, but they’ve all mostly treated him like a big secret. Something they got to do on a weekend or three and then moved on to something better. Something brighter. Something more well rounded and presentable.
“It’s not like she’s gonna take me home to meet mom.” His laugh is small and hollow when he rolls back over to stare at his ceiling. You pull yourself away from the edge of the bed, the cozy little spell broken.
“Listen man, you don’t have to go out with her. Just cancel it. What’s the worst that’ll happen? She doesn’t talk to you anymore?” You’re trying to break the sad tension with a joke and a gentle punch to his shoulder. He doesn’t budge, just sighs real big and continues to stare up at nothing.
You’re not super worried about this. Either he doesn’t hang out with her and you two get to have your normal Friday, or he does and you wait it out like you have with the others.
See, Gwen is an easy obstacle. She’s one of the nice cheerleaders, and she’s a year below you guys but she has no idea what she’s dipping her toe into. Eddie is a special brand of person and with his ability to talk an ear off, he’s sure to scare her off quickly. They’ll go out on their date and probably fool around a few times and then she’s going to comment on Hellfire. Or his band. Or his music. And then Eddie is going to get bored. He’ll remember what it’s like to talk about his interest unhindered with his little group of misfits and he’ll come back, acting like nothing ever happened.
So you have nothing to worry about.
Gwen will be easy.
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versatilehater · 4 months
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The Title: Fuck me while I sleep
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You were at the usual Alexandria function party's where everyone celebrates and party.
You were one heavy party person. You constantly loved getting drunk and even though you were only 19 you just loved the stinging feeling of Bourbon, Whiskey or Vodka down your throat.
You also loved to make your stepdad mad. He always complained about how much you drank but your mom was okay with it because she got tired of telling you no.
You were dancing and jumping around to the music that was playing. The kids had there own place to party with a supervised adult and the Adults had there own house to party.
You as per usual, were in the Adults party place. You were dancing to a hispanic song with Rosita.
"Come on let's dance!" She yells over the music. As your swaying your hips you didn't know there were lingering eyes on your body.
Specifically your step dad's eyes. He was watching you shake your ass in that short, slutty dress.
'Why does she constantly do this?' He thought. You were drunk out of your mind and you looked like you were about to fall.
"I'm gonna get another drink!" You yell to Rosita. She shakes her head and goes to dance with Abraham.
You walk past Rick but he grabs your arm. "Babygirl..." He starts before you cut him off.
"Mom's fine with it, so leave me be. I love that you care but i'm fine." You say but Rick's not having it.
"I'm taking you my house. Your going to change and go to sleep." Rick states sternly.
"What! I'm sorry, I can't hear you!" You yell with a smirk. He rolls his eyes.
"i said, if you don't come home, i'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you home, And if you don't comply, I'll drag you outta here myself." His raspy southern drawl coming out low and seductive in your ear.
It makes you wanna squeeze your legs together. You gulp, and put the cup down.
"Fine." You say slowly walking out of the door. Rick takes your arm and wraps his arm around your waist.
You instantly feel butterflies in your stomach as he does that. Once you both arrive at his house he places you on his bed and walks to go start a shower for you.
"I have some sweatpants and a t-shirt for you babygirl. Then take a shower and you can change into that." He says. You nod and smile whispering a Thank you.
He watches you walk to the bathroom and not close the door all the way on purpose.
You slowly slide off the dress because you know he's watching. He looks at the curve of your hips and your plump ass.
You step into the shower and let it run down your body. He catches a slight glimpse of your breasts and how your kinky curls fall down your beautiful brown skin.
He feels the tent growing in his pants. Thinking about how your breasts would feel like in his hands. How you would moan with your nipples in his mouth.
Your pussy lips wrapped around him. How you would clench around him when he played with your clit.
He thought about you everyday. All the time. He knew it was wrong because he was your step dad. But that didn't matter to him anymore.
girl. GIRL.
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tokillamockingbird427 · 7 months
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listen, originally i was gonna post either this or a very angsty ask either next week or the week after since i posted an ask on monday already,but heres something i feel like elias may do :) (is it dad elias? probably, yea i think…)
contributing to the previous anons ask(not the rick roll one.. that shits funny im sorry lmao) about elias carrying hesh & logan in baby slings, i feel like he still does, but randomly, carries or hugs hesh, logan or even any of the ghosts to this day just not in baby slings of course. but the man targets logan.
why logan? well, the poor guys the youngest(son AND in the team, not to mention the second shortest besides kick, whos an inch or so shorter.), and is kinda light for a 6 foot guy(hes 170 ibs according to the wikis… i think half of that is pure muscle.), making him a perfect target for carrying/hugs. he doesn’t mind it… some days. some days he just accepts defeat and other days, this man SPRINTS away and does anything to not get carried or hugged. (i like to think he doesn’t really like physical affection. also think of this— merrick(i chose him and i dont even know why.. brains not working well rn) drinking coffee in the afternoon to then see logan SPRINTING away from an elias whos running after him and later tackles him to the ground or face plants into a wall cause logan made a sharp ass turn)
logans suffering does NOT end there though, cause elias’ tantics go onto hesh, then later keegan, and the list goes on…
(hesh on the other hand does not mind it at all and enjoys when his dad does that. feel like that man LOVES physical affection.)
(also regarding my last ask: dont worry about not responding to my ask on time ! i was pretty fucking tired writing that so dont worry, we all get tired :).also, i live in the est timezone if ur wondering if we are indeed living in the same timezone :))
—🎧 anon
Laughing at me being Rick Rolled, how dare! (Joking)
Elias for sure saw that post where it was like "One day your parents put you down and never picked you back up again." so he vowed to himself to pick his boys up at LEAST once a week if not more because that shit hurted him. INCLUDING the Ghosties. Even Merrick. Mark his fucking words.
Half the time when Logan runs he's playing, and the other half he's serious and will wail like an angry cat when he's caught. Elias will back off if he realizes Logan's serious but that's usually after he faceplants into a wall. He will then goes and takes out the affection on Hesh, who is entirely too happy about it. Big goofball.
(Timezone buddies, hells yeah. And don't worry about sending multiple asks a week, send em daily for all I care lol.)
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icedragonlizard · 5 months
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Marx's dynamics with Gooey and the Animal Friends
I've got a lot of thoughts on how Marx interacts with these guys! Basically, I embrace the idea of wave 1 dream friends being close friends with each other, and Gooey technically already has some canonical association with the animal friends. So all I had to do was throw Marx into the mix with them somehow!
I think he actually fits decently well with them! Allow me to share all the headcanons I have of Marx's friendships with these guys.
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Inserting 'Keep reading tag' because it's long.
Marx was gone from Planet Popstar for a very long time after Milky Way Wishes. It's only several months before Star Allies when he makes his grand return to the planet to reconcile with Kirby.
After their reconciliation, Kirby then went to help Marx make new friends. Before Marx's return to Popstar, his only friend was Magolor. Kirby wanted to see how some of his other friends would put up with Marx, and if any of them would be willing to be Marx's friends as well.
That's where Gooey and the animal friends came in. Kirby introduced Marx to these guys before introducing him to anyone else. The reason for this is because Gooey and the animal friends are generally a very forgiving bunch, and they were quick to forgive the entire wave 3 trio after their respective incidents. Kirby remembered this, and so he figured they'd be quick to accept Marx as a friend as well.
And accept him as a friend they did. Once they've spent enough time with him, they think he's the funniest person in existence. They really like him. In return, he likes them a lot, and is delighted that they're often willing to join him into doing some tomfoolery sometimes.
After Magolor and Kirby, these guys are the next friends that Marx has made, and they're rather special to him because of that.
Gooey and the animal friends all like some mischief themselves as they're all rather on the silly side, and they're more level-headed than most of the others in the cast as they don't really get easily pissed off. This is what allows them to take well to Marx and his shenanigans.
They don't mind getting pranked by him, they're entertained by it! Marx can prank them in ways that would be considered 'too far' for many others. Some of the animal friends even choose to mess with him back, much to his delight! He loves it when that happens.
That being said, however, Gooey and the animal friends do have their standards and would stop Marx if they think he's crossing a line. We'll go over more on that later, but let's go over how Marx interacts with each and every one of these guys individually!
Gooey is basically Marx's buddy, lol. Marx really likes Gooey. He thinks Gooey is hilarious, and he's nicer to Gooey than he is to most others. Marx will often bounce on Gooey like he's one of his beach balls. He also has a nickname for the dark matter defect, as he calls him 'Goobert'. Gooey loves Marx and considers him to be fun to hang out with. He constantly laughs at Marx's funny business.
Marx often hypes Gooey up and tries to teach him to pull pranks. Gooey is usually a very nice and well-meaning person, but he's also not very smart and often lets himself be taught by Marx how to prank because he thinks it'll be very fun and entertaining!
There are occasions where Gooey ends up emulating Marx's bad behavior, with perhaps the most notable example being that Marx will come up to random unsuspecting people and say "Hey, hey, hey! I think he wants you to give him a big kiss!" causing Gooey to come up and lick that person. Whenever this kind of thing happens, Gooey does apologize to that person later on and said it was just for fun.
Rick is fairly outgoing and likes to move around a lot, and so he's often glad to join Marx in going around and starting some sillies! There are times where Marx would let Rick balance a beach ball on his nose, and he'd even try to bounce on the beach ball during it.
There are other times where Rick would turn into a big rolling stone (his stone ability in Dream Land 3, as he can use any time since he can use it in Star Allies too) and Marx would then leap on top of him to cause some rolling mischievous madness. When they go rick-rolling around, they may crash onto trees for kicks and giggles.
Marx may also try to mimic Rick's accent, and the hamster of course doesn't mind that. Yes, literally, my headcanon universe's Rick has an Australian accent just like the Rick from the Kirby anime, lol.
Kine is very goofy and is a big joke-teller. He and Marx exchange funny talk a lot. It's enriching for the both of them. They'll make funny faces at each other, too. Marx thinks that Kine is the funniest fish to exist, and when he learned about how the animal friends combined copy abilities with Kirby, he thought that Kine was the one that performed the funniest copy ability combinations out of the bunch. He laughed when he learned that Kine had light bulbs in his mouth, shot fireballs underwater, and stuffed a big rock inside of himself.
There are times where Marx would have Kine stuff a beach ball in his mouth, to then later cannonball out of his mouth to cause mischief. They coordinate doing this on random unsuspecting people.
Coo sometimes enjoys doing aerial tomfoolery with Marx. The two like to fly around to cause some minor mischief. Marx may spit beach balls out of his mouth for Coo to slap with his wings to hit random unsuspecting people. What makes this especially funny for the two of them is that if the balls hit random people from far away because they did high in the air, those people will never know who caused it.
That being said, Coo is also the most serious of the animal friends. Out of them, he's the one that puts the most effort in keeping Marx in check. If Marx crosses a line, Coo is the first animal friend to stop him. Coo himself doesn't mind tomfoolery every now and then, but he quickly knows when to stop if things get out of hand. He'll give Marx the look when he deems it necessary to.
Marx thinks it's funny to sometimes trigger Coo into giving him the look just for the sake of it. He likes Coo quite a lot.
Nago is the laziest and least talkative of the animal friends, and therefore is the one to join Marx in tomfoolery the least often out of the bunch. He still enjoys the jester's company, though. He's easily amused by his antics. There's also this thing that Marx and Nago have going on where Nago will steal Marx's beach ball, causing them to playfight, and Nago just tells Marx to go make another beach ball or go use Gooey as a ball to bounce on.
ChuChu thinks that Marx is hysterically funny, and she's bold enough to even start shit with him. Marx and ChuChu have this thing going on where they're weirdly fixated on stealing each other's bows. One will try to pull a fast one on the other to find an opportunity to steal their bow, with ChuChu using one of her tentacles to yank Marx's small bow off his chest, while he steals her big bow off her head.
Marx also started teasing ChuChu for her liking of Kirby when he first found out about it. This got reactions out of her at first until she eventually started taking well to it and even laughs when he does it.
Pitch is a devious little turd that's also not afraid to start stuff with Marx. These two like to bicker for kicks and giggles, and sometimes it's Pitch that initiates it. They both consider it to be enriching. Pitch is actually Marx's favorite out of the animal friends, because he thinks it's hilarious how much of a troll the little bird can be sometimes.
Pitch and ChuChu enjoy bickering with each other and sometimes metaphorically 'beat each other up'. Marx thinks it's absolutely hilarious when this happens and eggs the both of them on.
All in all, Marx enjoys the company of all these guys. He's got things going on with each and every one of them. He commonly hangs out with them a lot. He's kind of grown a soft spot for them.
Marx was quick to join Rick, Kine, Coo and Gooey when the events of Star Allies began. Nago, ChuChu and Pitch stayed behind because Coo thought that the big intergalactic journey would've been too dangerous for ChuChu and Pitch, as Nago decided to babysit them. Marx, however, was more than welcome to participate.
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During Star Allies, the dream friends often split up into groups by their respective waves, and wave 1 was usually a group together. They had a blast kicking ass and taking names when they fought bad guys together during Star Allies. They fought bad guys in mischievous ways, and commonly laughed as they trolled their way through the Jambastion fortress. When the mage sisters were the enemy before their redemption, wave 1 mocked them after defeating them. Unsurprisingly, Marx was doing the most mocking, as Gooey, Rick, Kine and Coo just enabled him and even joined him in doing it.
There were points in Star Allies however when Marx wanted to join Magolor in beating up Jamba bad guys. Due to his insistency in this, wave 1 and wave 3 were a bit connected as the animal trio found opportunities to let Marx be with Magolor for a bit.
After Star Allies, Marx continues being friends with Gooey and the animal friends, as he reunites with Nago, ChuChu and Pitch after the game's events. They were glad to see him again.
Marx's dynamics with these guys more or less remains this way from now on. They like him, they think he's funny as heck, and they'll sometimes join him into doing some sillies.
However, despite liking mischief themselves, the animal friends do have standards. Marx has a knack for causing eventual chaos, and sometimes that can be too much for the animal friends. ChuChu and Pitch may be rowdy enough to occasionally cause accidental chaos, but they themselves still have some clear standards and they'd know when to stop Marx when he goes too far.
Gooey and the animal friends generally have little problem with Marx causing funny stuff with them. If he becomes chaotic with them, they stop him, although they don't really have hard feelings for him about it for the most part. It's when he messes with other people, however, is when it's far more likely they can end up getting mad at him.
They understand that many other people are more easily ticked off than they are, and so they honor that to try to get Marx to not bother others too much. He can't get away with as much for some other people as he can for Gooey and the animal friends, and they know it.
Marx isn't very well liked by some of the other dream friends. In fact, aside from Gooey, Rick, Kine and Coo, the only other dream friends that Marx is actually friends with are Magolor, Daroach and the mage sisters. The rest don't really like him enough to consider him a friend. Some of them even find him to be rather infuriating to deal with.
The animal friends, especially Coo, will usually get Marx to stop messing with the dream friends that can't stand him. Magolor also does this, and thus the animal friends have even talked with Magolor in making Marx leave certain people alone.
Gooey doesn't really act to stop someone from doing something, but even he can give a sad or disapproving look if he thinks that Marx crosses a particular line. That can actually get Marx to behave.
But despite Marx crossing the line for certain people, Gooey and the animal friends still ultimately like him. They, along with Magolor, are just trying to get him to work on becoming a better person over time while they still do some sillies and funnies with him.
They still think he's hilarious as all heck! They do admit he's not always easy to deal with, though. But ultimately, they like him a lot and they were glad that Kirby introduced him to them. Marx likes them a lot, enough to where he'll actually listen if they really want him to improve on something, as he will try for them.
Admittedly, it does freak these guys out that Marx is capable of splitting himself in half and summoning a black hole. They are, however, easily entertained by all his other Nova powers.
They've learned more about clockwork stars thank to Marx, even if they generally don't bother leaving Popstar for the most part.
Marx is generally 'homeless' as he never has a set place that he sleeps in, as he doesn't always even sleep somewhere in Popstar. But there are times that he might sleep under some random tree that's not far from the Dream Land forests that Gooey and the animal friends consider to be their home. It shows how much he likes them.
That's basically all I have for how I interpret Marx's interactions with these guys. They're his friends! I think he actually fits with them pretty well. I know a lot of people interpret "wave 3 + Marx" friend group but I honestly prefer to have Marx stick with his own wave, even if I still find Magolor to be something of a best friend to him.
I'm aware that the animal friends don't really have a lot of canon personality. I headcanon that they're all pretty silly to various degrees. Silly enough to consider Marx their friend. Gooey on the other hand is probably happy enough to welcome anyone as a friend!
Thanks for reading, I plan to make a big general headcanon post for Marx, but for now you get my interpretation of his dynamics with Gooey and the animal friends. Basically covering all of wave 1, with of course including Nago, ChuChu and Pitch since I'm well aware that they are not actually dream friends.
See you for the next one!
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The Girl Who Never Cries
Negan x Reader (Rick's Daughter)
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Chapter 4: The Favorite
Chapter Summary: Faced with a soon starving Alexandria, your team choses to head out for a most dangerous run, much to the dismay of your worried father, because your condition is only getting worse.
Wordcount: 3715
Notes: I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or wrong spellings, English isn't my first language.
- Part 1 of the The One And Only Series - Takes place during the beginning of season 7.
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Chapter Index: Chapter 1 /Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)
Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series
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“You’re not going, Y/N!” Your father calls after you when you step out of the house, covering your face with a scarf. “Did you hear me?”
You curse under your breath, speeding up your steps towards the pantry to grab something to eat for your run. “Yeah”, you yell back, not turning around. “And I decided to ignore it.” 
The garage door is already open, so you hurry inside and quickly grab a can of beans. Upon turning around and leaving, you stumble against your father but you catch yourself quickly.
“Dad, I don’t have time for this.” Annoyed, you roll your eyes. It’s still early in the morning, but if you had your way, you would have been on the road already. Rick has been arguing with you for days now, drawing out your departure. 
Quickly you round him, but he grabs your jacket, effectively hindering you from going away. With a sigh on your lips you stop struggling and let your backpack fall from your shoulders to the ground, Rick clearly wants to argue again.
“You are sick, Y/N-” He starts but you interrupt him right away.
“And that's why I am going, I need meds asap and can’t wait two weeks. We’ve been through this already.” You adjust the scarf that is covering your face, sitting just below your eyes and you accidently touch the sensitive flesh of your cheek, resulting in you hissing out.
Rick rests his hands on his hips, looking over to the parking lot where your team, consisting of Daryl, Sasha and Carl are waiting for you. “You’re not fit enough for that, Y/N. We’re not talking about your usual trips here.”
You dismiss him with a wave of your hand and cross your arms afterwards. "It’s just a cold-”
“It’s not and we both know that.” 
Your eyes roll again, “Whatever, I’ve gotta go. One blind Grimes should be enough, don't you think?”
Rick is about to retort something, but whatever he’s about to say remains unvoiced, because of noises at the gate that's disturbing the two of you. You turn from the pantry to the street, looking at what's happening.
“Ah, for fuck sake”, you curse under your breath when you see familiar trucks enter Alexandria. You hoped you wouldn’t be home for the next pick up.
Interacting with Negan has already been strange as it was. Now with the incident with Michael and all, you fear it would get even more awkward. And weirdly enough, you just couldn't get the worried eyes of his out of your mind. You still wonder, if you just imagined it, the slight frown, his hazel eyes scanning your injury-
“We don’t have much to offer this week”, your father whispers, tearing your mind away from the memory. Your eyes blink a few times before you sigh a tired yeah in response. Tara and Aaron went out to search for more gas and keep an eye out for anything edible for the saviors but they haven’t returned yet and you and your teams could not move out without more gas.
Oliva and you had to move some of the hidden stuff back to the surface, leaving you with enough food for about approximately two more weeks. It’s one of the reasons you have to move out, despite your current condition.
You feel your mouth getting dry when you watch Negan jumping out of his truck. Of course he has to lead the pick up again. He and one of his higher ranked, the woman called Arat, are making their way through the town, followed by their men and heading your way. You turn around towards Rick, he is glaring daggers towards Negan's direction.
“Dad,” You urge, knowing the Saviors love to punish threatening looks. “He saved me”, you remind him. “Try to be at least civilised. You’ve gotta thank him.”
He only scoofs at that. Of course he is grateful that you are okay, considering. But he despises the fact that it is because of Negan. He was beyond mad when he learned about the incident with Michael, that no one of your own people paid enough attention to prevent the assault. 
The whole situation is obviously not easy for him, so you advice in a soft voice. “I already did and when I can swallow my pride you can, too.”
Again you cross your arms, while waiting impatiently for Negan to reach you two. Your posture is unnecessarily dismissive, but you don’t feel like dealing with neither him, nor your dad today. 
Rick adverts his eyes back to the ground, when Negan gets closer. The head of the saviors notices it, his smile growing wider in response. His voice carries a teasing undertone. “Good morning, Rick.” Once he reaches you two he turns his attention to you, his eyebrows raising in question. “Y/N.”
“Good morning”, you respond, ignoring his questioning look.
A few saviors walk past you into the pantry to pack up this week's goods. Rick lets them pass before speaking up,“We didn’t find much this week, but-”
“My doc gave me a list.” Negan interrupts your father, handing you a folded piece of paper. “I’m sure, you still have some of that in stock.”
You’re about  to unfold the paper when your father tears it out of your hand. With a scowl on your face you take a deep breath, letting his eyes skim over the text. One word in particular is making Rick look up at Negan again. “We can’t hand them over, we need them ourselves.”
“Dad,” you warn but to no avail, Rick just keeps glaring at Negan, whose subtle smile changes into a stern mien. He takes one step closer towards your father.
“It’s not a request, Rick.”
In hopes of defusing the situation, you take the list back again, looking over it. No wonder Rick protested, the saviors want the meds you need yourself. Luckily your scarf is hiding the majority of your face, that way no one can see your defeated expression. After a quiet sigh you look back at Negan.
“One sec,” you tell him, before turning on your heels. There is no point in arguing with the saviors and you are neither in the mood, nor in the condition to do so.
Negan nods at Arat, commanding her to help you. When you and the other woman are out of ear-shot, the leader of the Saviors turns back to your father. “Now, Rick. Isn’t there something you wanna tell me?” He asks with a shit-eating grin on his face. 
Rick keeps watching you and Arat walking down the street, not saying a word. After a moment Negan slams Lucille against the wall between the two, causing Rick to flinch. “I’m talking to you, prick!”
“What do you want me to say?” Your father growls, meeting Negan's eyes.
Negan enters his personal space, towering him. “How about a fucking thank you for saving your own daghter, while none of this sorry shits here did anyting. How about showing some graditute, or is that too much to fucking ask?”
Rick takes a step back, looking back at his own feet. Quietly he whispers, “Thank you.”
“What was that?” Negan puts one hand up to his ear. “I didn’t catch that.”
“Thank you.” Rick repeats, louder this time.
“See, Rick? Was it that hard?” The teasing tone returns together with Negan's grin. “Now, while we’re at it, what happened to the fucker that slashed her face open?”
“That’s not your business.” Rick retorts, crossing his arms, while keeping his eyes on the floor.
Negan narrows his eyes at him, “It is my goddamn business, if someone is after the only useful scavenger of this community. Our second visit was a fucking waste of gas, because while she tore her own leg into pieces, trying to gather shit for me, you assholes were twiddling your thumbs.”
That's not entirely true. While you’ve been to the mall, the others were scavenging as well, but everything they found went to the hidden stash. But obviously Rick can’t correct Negan on that matter, even if he dared to. After a deep breath, Rick finally tells the head of the Saviors that Michael is still locked up in a cell.
It’s earning a huffing laugh from Negan. “That's a joke, right?”  Rick just shakes his head and Negan's grin vanishes again. He looks at Rick in absolute disbelief. “You wanna tell me you seriously let the guy live who almost killed her?”
Not voluntary. Rick wanted Michael dead and he tried to talk you into demanding exile but you meant it, when you told Negan you didn’t seek revenge and exile was as good as a death sentence. As dissatisfied as Rick was with your decision, he still respected it. But Daryl on the other hand did not even listen to the whole story. When he heard about you being hurt and when he saw your face, rage wasn’t even close to describe his outburst. Before someone could hold him off he went to the cells and jumped at Michael. Daryl strangled him almost to death, only your pleading and the crawling on his arms made him finally let go. It was scary to see Daryl losing it like that and you wondered, if you looked like that, when you killed people in fury.
 It only reaffirmed your position - no more killing.
Your dad's eyes stay on the ground, not daring to meet Negans. “It’s been her choice, not mine.”
And just on cue you return with a plastic bag in your hand. “Here, that's all we have left,” you tell Negan before giving him the bag. After a quick glance at the contents he hands it over to Arat.
“I’ve made a copy of your list,” you inform him while also handing him his own back. “I put checkmarks on everything that’s in the bag. We’re heading out today, I’ll see what else I can get you from the list. Oh, almost forgot,” with a sigh on your lips, you open your fanny pack to get your pill bottle.
But before you can hand it over, Rick places his hand on yours, “Y/N, you need those.”
“I’ll find new ones.” You mumble while holding the bottle out to Negan, who takes it from you.
"Thank you, sunshine," He casts a warm smile at you. "You never disappoint."
Sasha suddenly appears behind you, carrying her own backpack. Her eyes wander between you and your father briefly before asking, "Can we go, are you ready?”
You nod at her, “Yeah.” And walk out of the pantry to get your backpack. Once it’s resting on your shoulders again, you hug your father hastily. “Bye-bye.”
You look at Negan one final time before Sasha and you move to the cars together in silence. After a few steps you bump your shoulder against hers lightly. “Thanks for the rescue, I’d never gotten away from there.”
She winks at you before patting your shoulder. “No problem.”
When you guys finally reach the cars, you find some of your people who came to say goodbye. Olivia waves at Daryl while hurrying towards you. “Here,” she beams at you, holding out a thermos bottle.
You take it with a smile of your own, even though she can’t really see it besides the squinting of your eyes. “Thanks, Olivia. What is it?”
“Soup.” She exclaims with excitement. “Well, broth actually. But I hope it will make you feel better, boosting your immune system a little bit.”
You reach out to hug her tightly. “Thank you so much.” It’s heartwarming how much some Alexandrians actually care about you. It’s something you still can’t wrap your head around. Especially considering all the difficulties regarding you and your history, when your group first came into town.
Rosita and Michonne are next, hugging you briefly and wishing you good luck. When everyone had their turn, you check on Daryl and Carl, both telling you they are ready to move out. Daryl and you go for the truck, while Sasha and Carl go for one of the cars. When you’re about to hop in, you hear your name.
“Y/N!” Negan calls you, standing a few feet away from you. “One word before you go.”
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. What does he want now? Slightly irritated, you throw your backpack on the passenger seat, before making your way towards Negan. “Yeah?”
“I’m not particularly pleased by how you’ve handled the asshole that attacked you.” He states with an unreadable expression. 
“Huh?” Is all you manage to respond, looking at him in confusion.
“If he had attacked your brother, would you have done the same thing?” He questions you.
You shrug your shoulders. “Well, he didn’t and we don't sentence people based on what ifs and maybes.”
“And what are you trying to achieve?“ He interrogates further.
“Rehabilitation.” You state, making Negan's brows raise. “He’s locked up in a cell with just enough rations not to starve. He wouldn’t have the energy to pull something, even if he wanted to, so he's not a threat anymore. In a few months he can apply for parole.”
He shakes his head dismissively. “You know, doll? If you don’t want to get your hands dirty, which so far never bothered you, as far as I can tell, I’d be more than happy to lend a hand. That fucker needs to know his place - right off the bat.” You can’t help but snort. “You’ve made that joke already.” And it wasn’t funny the first time, with your life and the ones of your loved ones on the line. Strangely you are still kind of amused now, maybe you're not as fit as you thought, if you can laugh at something like that.
Negan grins in return, but before he can say anything, you continue, “I appreciate your offer, but his blood would still be on my hands, whether I kill him myself or tell someone to do it for me.”
“Suit yourself, sunshine.” Negan sighs in annoyance. “But the offer still stands, just let me know.” Why is he so adamant about killing Michael? You get why Rick and Darly are, you guys are family, but Negan? But before you can dwell on that, his voice sounds again.
“What's up with the scarf?” He asks in a calm voice.
“I’m sick,” You explain. “It’s contagious and I don’t want to infect others.”
He chuckles, guestering at the worn shorts that you're still wearing. “No wonder. It’s what, maybe 50° degrees and you’re still dressed for summer?”
“If I had weather-appropriate clothing, I’d be wearing something else,” You defend yourself, closing your jacket tightly in response. Funny enough, you didn't even notice the cold until he pointed it out. 
He considers you for a moment before he takes a step closer towards you. “And your face?”
“Not so good,” you tell him, though it's a big understatement. Your leg was not good, your face is fucking bad.
“Can I take a look?”
Even though you actually don't want to show him, you remove your scarf regardless, carefully pulling it down.
Once your face is exposed, Negans expression changes slightly. As he’s taking in the wound, he looks almost compassionate. “Well, shit.”
While Michael missed your eye, it’s been only by an inch. The cut runs from just below your eye down your entire face to your jaw. Due to your lack of equipment and supplies you could not treat the wound efficiently. The cut itself is angry red in colour and the skin around is swollen. It’s throbbing at times and feeling hot.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, though he can figure it does just by the looks of it.
You affirm in a tired voice, “Like a bitch.”
He nods at you, signaling you can cover up again and you do so immediately. “Is it infected?”
You shake your head, “Not yet. Until now it's just an inflammation, but…”
He estimates, “It will get infected eventually.”
“Yeah,” You confirm, “And if I get really lucky I’ll go blind. While the cut isn’t connected with my eye directly, it’s still close enough to make contamination very likely. So far I’ve been able to keep the inflammation in check with high doses of ibuprofen but I’ll need either antibiotics or disinfectant creams soon.”
“Goddamn,” He curses under his breath. His eyes wander from yours to the ground for a moment before he looks back at you, scratching his beard. Suddenly he reaches for something in his pocket, it’s the container you gave him at the pantry.
He hands it over to you. “Take ten.”
Surprised, you knit your eyebrows together. “I… are you sure?”
He nods. “Can’t risk the only useful Alexandrian going blind on me, now can I?”
A small smile tugs on the edges of your lips and you take the container from him. It’s nice to hear a word of validation, even if it’s from the enemy. After you took ten tablets, you give the container back to him. “Thanks, Negan.”
You put them in the pockets of your jacket while you ask, “How long can you wait for the drugs? Most likely not that long, considering the sick kids.”
He frowns at you in response. “How the hell do you know about the kids?”
You wave with the list you’ve copied. “I assume it’s the common cold? Adults usually don’t take paracetamol in liquid form.”
Negan can’t suppress a surprised smile from forming on his face. “You never cease to amaze me, sunshine.”
You can’t tell whether you’re blushing or a fever is finally showing itself. Lucky the scarf is covering the change of color regardless of the reason. After you’ve cleared your throat awkwardly, you try to ask him again. “Well, I’m gonna be on the road for a while, so.”
“We’re not out yet, next week should work.”
“Alright,” You sigh, “Then I’m gonna pass the list to team A. My team won’t return within the next two weeks.”
Another frown. “Where the fuck are you guys going?”
“Cities”, you explain. “Gonna grab whatever we can get our hands on. Medicine, food but also bodycare stuff, stationeries, clothing-”
“Cities?” He repeats with eyebrows raised in question. “What the hell, you have a death wish or something?”
“Not really, but we are running low on pretty much everything. We don’t have enough gas for me to scout ahead, so we have to make sure our next run is a guaranteed success. No one risks scavenging in overrun places, so we’re counting on at least one full truck load.”
He asks bewildered, “How do you wanna pull that off?”
“We’ll be walking among the dead. They don’t recognize you, when you’re covered in their blood and guts.” You explain almost nonchalantly. “Won’t be our first time doing it.”
Negan looks at you, as if you were insane. “Why the hell would you risk that, Y/N?”
You look at him with an raised eyebrow, isn’t it obvious? “You.”
It takes Negan a moment to understand what you mean. He narrows his eyes at you, “You do realize that there are plenty of places that are not filled with a shit ton of dead?”
“So far the living have always posed the biggest threats.” You blurt out and regret your words immediately. Quickly you try to back paddle. “But there won't be many around presumably, so we'll be fine considering.”
Negan considers you for a moment, his expression turning stern again. “Pass the list to your other team. My people can’t wait that long. Would hate to kill the kids in their sleep, not that you know about that.”
That hurt and was absolutely uncalled for. You know what he is reffering to and it’s very unsetteling how much he knows about you due to Deannas stupid interview.
When she asked whether you’d consider yourself a murderer, you answered with a yes and of course she wanted you to elaborate.
You told her about Otis. That Shane was injured and you decided in a split second to sacrifice the man who shot your brother, to escape the horde that was coming after you.
And you told her about Gina and her son Max. Both got the flu back in the prison. You knew they wouldn’t make it to the next day and decided to kill them when they were asleep. Partly to end their suffering, but primarily to prevent them from turning unnoticed, if they suddenly died.
And then there was Lizzy, though you did not pull the trigger, her death was still your responsibility. What she did to her own sister and was about to do to yours put you into furry. You left no room for a discussion about Lizzy's fate, one of your knives was already in your hands, when Carol volunteered to put Lizzy down.
In the end your pharmaceutical background was the only thing that saved you from exile back then, even though many disagreed with Deanna’s decision. They assumed you to be an unpredictable psycho and Rachel's death almost rekindled that old perception you’ve worked so hard on losing.
“Fine.” You finally say, forcing yourself not to show how much that comment actually affected you. “Anything else I should be looking for, anything you need?”
Negan turns on his heels with a sour expression, “Just don’t get yourself killed. Would be a waste of ibuprofen.” 
For a moment you look after him until he disappears behind one of the Saviors trucks. Never talk back to Negan and what did you dumbass do? While shaking your head, you turn to make your way to your people. If you could, you’d kick yourself for so stupidly crossing a line.
You wave at Rosita to come over to you, while meeting her halfway. After you gave her the list and a few instructions, you two hug one final time. 
Eventually you finally find yourself sitting in the truck, a blanket over your legs and the still hot thermos bottle in your hand. Daryl looks at you from the driver's seat with concern in his eyes. “You good?”
“Yeah, let’s just go.”
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Chapter Index: Chapter 1 /Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 (End)
Masterlist / Negan x Rick's Daughter Series
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m3talmunson · 1 year
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Deciding to recoup at Reefer Rick's after... the graveyard, Dustin had a little bit of what he would call, one of his typical strokes of genius.
"If what Victor told you is true," Dustin started, nodding to Nancy, "And we combine it with Max's... well, situational evidence, then we need to get to making a list."
"Of what, exactly?" Steve asked. These kids had better stop assuming that people can read their minds.
"Are you kidding Steve? Of everyone's favorite songs, what else? Groceries?"
"Watch your tone you silly little genius." Eddie chimed in.
Though nobody would admit it out loud to the kid, Dustin was usually right on top of the solutions. He didn't need to be so rude about it though!
"Ok, that is actually really smart, I'll give you that." Nancy agreed. "Let's get started then! We'll go in a circle, I'll write them down, and we can find tapes for any songs we don't have. I'll start." She laid out the game plan, and started the list, writing down her favorite song.
"Care to share with the class Nance? Since we should really all know. Y'know. Just in case." Lucas asked.
"Oh, right. Don't you dare bring up the morally questionable undertones to the movie, but it's Don't You (Forget About Me)."
"Solid choice!" Robin muttered absentmindedly, clearly at least a little lost in thought.
" Your turn Robs"
"Oh! Uhh. In classic theater kid fashion, I guess it would have to be One from A Chorus Line." She said, as Nancy scribbled away. That was definitely one they would have to buy.
They continued to go around clockwise, skipping over Max, who was already listening to Kate Bush during the conversation. As long as everybody their own walkmans before they recouped next, everything should be fine. In all this, it's kind of wild that a walkman has become armour, but stranger things have happened to the lot of them.
"What about you Eddie?" They were reaching the end of the circle.
"Easy, You've Got Another Thing Coming, Judas Priest. You don't have to worry about buying that one though, it was in my van when I came here so it's around somewhere."
"Got it," Nance said as she put it under the 'owned' column. "Lastly, Steve?"
"Y'know what I don't actually think anything is going to happen to me. I think we're all good and safe on this one and I don't think we need to worry about-" He started.
"Steve-O you know that's not how this works!" Robin retorted. She knew Steve's favorite song, she had been waiting for this one.
"C'mon Harrington it can't be THAT bad." Eddie backed Robin up. Damn those band kids.
"Ok. MAYbe. Just maybe. it's lastchristmasbywham."
"What was that Stevie?" Eddie piped up again.
"Yeah, what did you even say?" Dustin asked.
" I SAID... ugh. Last Christmas by Wham! And none of you are allowed to make fun of me for it until we all fucking survive this." He yelled the last part over a chorus of giggles from Max and Lucas, who were doing their combined best to find just a little bit of joy in this all, plus Dustin who yelled back "Language!"
"Harrington. No. There's no way your favorite song is a Christmas song from two years ago there's nO WAY-"
"What did I just say about making fun of me Munson? None of you would be complaining if George Michael saved your life. Last Christmas is iconic. Shut your mouth." Steve rolled his eyes. There was no malice behind his words, he KNEW this would happen when he said it, but this was no time to lie and save face.
"Boys, we've got bigger problems to yell about than George Michael," Nancy reminded, immediately switching topics, leaving Steve to wriggle under Eddie's questioning stare until he got distracted.
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hannahlovesluca · 5 months
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Hi can i get a nijisanji matchup if u dont mind (:
Male nijisanji en member :DD
Pronouns:He/him(literally any of those)
Sexuality:Gay for the homies....jk im bisexual.But men.My favorite genre of men is men who seems cool-headed but turns hot-headed whenever he plays amongus cause they're so fun to annoy(i may not have a type,but i have a pattern.and that's men.That's it.I'm so sorry for putting you through this but this sounded funnier in my head)
Zodiac:...what is a zodiac.I was born on April 12th if that helps?
Appearance:176 cm,almost a literal twig(i make up strength with agility i swear),dark brown eyes,short fluffy(?) brown hair??like those kinda wavy hair thing tho sometimes i tuck my bangs behind my ear like a disney princess if the temperature's hot,i don't neccesarily wear edgy clothes,sometimes i just find what's comfortable or i dress like a manhwa male lead.One day you see me in a black turtleneck and white shirt and the next day you see me in a blown up two piece suit while playing the most random stuff ever.I guess i have like a small waist??my friends told me i have those thin waists than even a corset wouldn't affect me(send help) oh and i had an era where i had waist length hair and ended up cutting it out of impulse,i only have like 3 fingers on my left hand cause im missing a pinky and ring finger(i honestly dont have any trouble against it i just think its annoying that i cant remember what even happened to begin with)
Mbti:ENTP/INTP(sometime si get entp sometimes i get intp)
Personality:Pain in the ass.Metaphorically.I will not hesitate to say something so abominably horrendous for the sake of arguing cause it's my favorite passtime.I'm the embodiment of that one character who never dies in a series and die at the end of the series from a tapeworm cause it felt lonely--On super duper rare occasions i get serious when it comes to problems but that's just a whole nother person atp,i'd be serious and maybe waaaaay too logical and blunt....but i still have a sense of humor tho
Likes:When people just randomly ramble to me,random 3 am shower thoughts,crabs(they taste good i swear),the concept of death(not in the depressing way i meant as in 'what if i die from a washing machine while showering' type of thoughts),physical touch and affection,i'd literally propose to someone if they'd let me doodle(rick astley) on their skin for funsies
Dislikes:Curfews,this thing we call math,toxic parents like if i see one im deadass gonna roast the hell out of them and mentally adopt the child(this happened like 3 times and im a children magnet atp)
Love language:
Giving:Words of affirmation(affectionate insults),physical touch
Receiving:Words of affirmation(affectionate insults),quality time
Extra:I get hurt kind of often so they'd probably see bandage rolls in the trashcan everyday,i actually love math but the act of actually counting the numbers makes me sick/lh,my room is a literal shipwreck unless someone scolds me to actually clean up my room LMAO usually i have to keep up a reputation so sometimes it's a shock to people that think that im introverted
i pair you with…
Uki Violeta!
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hear me out…
• you are literally uki reincarnated
• i swear i didnt do this just because both of you are gay
• it works out great though
• you and fulgur probably jokingly fight for uki’s love
• omg imagine you went on Luca’s dating show and thats how you both realized that you loved each other
• might be writing a fic ab that…
• Uki knows your room is a wreck and he will FORCE you to clean that shit. he’ll also help u if u beg enough
• Uki also knows how often you get hurt and he’s always there to help, whether that be wrapping you up, or just giving you soft kisses <3
• HE LOVES UR HAIR!!!!!
• its just so fluffy and cute and adorable and
• sorry this is really short, i am extremely sick but i’m trying to pop out all these reqs!!!
RUNNERS UP: Fulgur Ovid, Claude Clawmark
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technodromes · 5 months
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[⚙️] Character Info Sheet
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name: Grum name meaning: Their name means wrench, if pronounced correctly. Imagine a very deep-voiced heavy metal singer singing 'gum'. It's about like that. Grum stems from a generation of Utrom that have been known as great engineers and machine scientists and all their names refer to tools. alias/es: Kraang 811986 (while being mind-controlled), Bubblegum (by Rick, they just roll with it at that point tbh) and pretty much whatever other nickname people give them at some point. They are different from many other Utrom in the way that they use no exosuit and rely on their flyer, so they have no exosuit/human alias. ethnicity: Utrom, or Xephalopod Utrom (a wide-spread subspecies of the Utrom that '87 Krang stems from, but no Utrom ever really talk about it) one two picture(s) you like best of your chara My art muse has been so fickle lately and I didn't really draw much of meaning aside from just editing icons for them. I definitely wanna draw my little grape more in the future tho. You know, whenever inspiration hits me.
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three h/cs you've never told anyone:
1) Grum pronounces their own name wrong when introducing themself to a human (saying the 'r' in it out loud while actually you don't). It is widespread knowledge among Utrom that most humans can't pronounce Utrom names correctly, so they don't bother and usually use different names altogether (like the Council for example). Which seems rather pretentious despite the lack of hard feelings, but it has just stuck with them. 2) Like many other Utrom, Grum is gluten-intolerant. They are also allergic to strawberries. Other than that though, they can digest many things that Earth has to offer. They are not really picky either, but due to their strawberry allergy, they don't like fruits that are similar to it (like raspberries). 3) They always carry a towel in their tiny backpack to clean themself up after work or eating. It's not obsessive, but Grum cares a great deal about hygienics and makes sure to keep themself and their equipment clean. You know they are stressed when they overlook a speck on themself after finishing work.
three things your character likes doing in their free time:
1) You know Grum is going to fix or improve some devices in their supposed 'free time'. Just being idle and doing nothing is not really relaxing for them. Keeping their tentacles busy is what keeps them the happiest. 2) They study a lot when they're not actually working. They have a tablet/pad in their backpack where they can also connect to Earth's Internet. Not unlike Bishop, their research can result in wild assumptions, depending on the topic and results. It is easier to feed Grum with wrong knowledge though. They can be a little gullible at times. 3) Trying out new things. Like cooking or crafting. Just as mentioned above, they are the happiest when their tentacles stay busy with something.
eight a few people your character likes / loves: That's a tricky one. While I have Grum intertwined in the Canon as having been a part of Kraang's hive and therefore harboring hard feelings towards Krang and Subprime, I haven't spent awfully much time thinking about their relationship with the other characters to be quite honest. The Salamandrian scout K'Arakga was their first friend after being on their own, even though they parted ways again. They are also on good terms with Bishop, since the latter offered to help them reconcile with the Utrom numerous times. And, considering Grum is a good fellow who tries to redeem themself, they do get along with Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, Donatello, and April. Grum is likely to stay in contact with Donatello the most though. two things your character regrets: Even though Grum never really had any control over it in the first place, their biggest regret is having been a part of the Kraang Hive. There are also moments where they regret numerous decisions they made, like some of their awkward socializing attempts that resulted in uncomfortable situations... two phobias your character has: Ever since having their own identity mixed up with Kraangs, they experience a great fear of memory loss (Athazagoraphobia). The thought of potentially forgetting someone or something important causes them huge distress, even though it is very untypical for Utrom to forget something entirely. Their dislike for being touched borders to a mild fear of hugging (Haphephobia). While they don't necessarily feel pain, the sense of guilt they harbor causes them great emotional discomfort when they're touched. It is a phobia they can and certainly will overcome over time, tho.
Tagged: @dynamoprotocol (thank you <3) Tagging: @countlessrealities (SR), @tatorupawa (Donnie, canon/verse of your choice), @nightwatchr (canon/verse of your choice), @chaosmicjelly , @championofdarkland and whoever else wants to do this ^^
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Summer and morty do you prefer sweets or savory snacks?
Unprompted asks || Always accepting !
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"Sweets are, like, so overrated if you ask me," Summer answers with a shrug. "If I want something sweet, I drink a soda. But for, like, eating? Savory stuff is the best. You can eat more without getting tired of them and you aren't, like, hungry again an hour later."
It's not that she doesn't like sweets. She enjoys a slice of cake like every other teenage girl, but if she has to choose, she's going for salty stuff without doubts.
"I guess my only exception is ice cream? That's the only sweet I'll always pick over most snacks." Especially if it's one of those crazy alien tastes Rick has introduced her and Morty to. "And milkshakes. Not to be gross, but dipping French fries into a milkshake? That's super rad."
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"I-I like savory best too! N-No one in the family has a big sweet tooth. R-Rick loves specific sweets, b-but he usually goes for savory too," Morty steps in, nodding in agreement to his sister's words. "I-Ice cream is my exception too, e-even if it depends on the flavour, y-you know? T-There's this ice cream from, uh, Gloppydrop system, i-it's great."
The teen pauses to shoot Summer a look, before continuing. "T-The other one...o-of my expectations, I mean...I-It's Rick's pancakes. H-He doesn't make them often, b-but they are better than Mom's. Just...d-don't tell her I said that."
The words are followed by a nervous chuckle, while the girl scoffs.
"Yeah, I guess I agree, but he made them, like, one time for us?" She points out with a shrug. "At four in the morning and he was, like, totally wasted. They don't count because it was a one-time thing."
She turns towards her brother, expecting him to agree, but the boy isn't looking away, a hint of guilt in his expression. It doesn't take a genius to connect the dots.
"Don't tell me he made them for you again!" Summer exclaimed, incredulous and outraged. Betrayal. "I even asked him and he told me that it wasn't happening! Why does he make exceptions for you and no one else?!"
Morty shrinks a little, but only for a moment, because immediately after annoyance swallows his initial nervousness.
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"B-Because I'm the one w-who deals with him when h-he's drunk out of his mind at night, w-while you all sleep without a care, S-Summer!" He shoots back with a deep scowl. "O-Or when he's high an-and makes a mess of the house! W-Who disarms his neutrino bombs? W-Who cleans up if he vomits on the floor or-or spills shit in the garage? W-Who has to put up with his nonsense rants? Me! I-It's always been me!"
Summer looks a bit taken aback by the outburst, but she has the common sense not to talk back, even if she is very tempted to.
"S-So, when he is in a...happy drunk mood o-or whatever, an-and he makes me pancakes or t-takes me somewhere cool, I-I let him! Because I-I fucking earned it!"
With one last glare, Morty looks away again, arms crossed over his chest, expression still dark. The girl lifts a ginger eyebrow at him, before rolling her eyes.
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"Geez, fine, calm your tits, bro. Maybe you should spend less time with Grandpa, you're learning all his bad habits."
Morty grumbles something unintelligible under his breath and then stomps off. Summer watches him go, utterly unimpressed, and then shakes her head.
"Little creepy drama queen."
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