L O S T P U P P Y — Rick Grimes X Black!fem Reader X Daryl Dixon

We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂

Can you do the greasers dating a Jamaican girl or just a Carribbean girl in general? Separate, obvi 😅

Since it was the 1960s there probably was alot of prejudice which is why I was wondering what it would be like, as a Jamaican myself

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Summary: The Greasers x Jamaican/Carribean!Reader

Warnings: racism, stereotypes, etc.

Author's Note: Generally, I have no clue what living as a Jamaican or Carribbean woman is like and i tried some research but im not very confident in it, so i'm sorry if this is written vaguely...

PONYBOY thinks you're actually stunning, he loves your beautiful hair and glossy skin, and your curves and style. He thinks you're just a genuinely beautiful person, no matter what race. He's not blind to the fact that him dating you would be odd in their society, or that you're tougher than most because of this life you had to endure, but he thinks that you're just perfect for him. He'll always comfort you after a hard day, reminding you that you're so much smarter and more beautiful that people realize.

JOHNNY doesn't try to associate with you at first. He's already outcasted and he sees you as someone that could pull down his reputation, until he starts actually talking to you. He cannot get over your voice, it's smooth like honey and that's what initially attracted him to you. He denied his feelings for so long but eventually realized, that love knows no bounds, and that he'd feel so much better without trying to fit you and himself inside a box. Since then, he's been quite literally the best boyfriend ever. He'll always step in for you, even when he knows he can't really handle it, and he always has a praise for you at the end of the day.

SODAPOP has a specific talent that lets him see how pretty a person is even if their just wearing a school uniform with their hair tied back. He knows how to recognize beautiful features, beauty in the rawest form. You always stuck out to him, and he always stares as you walk by, but makes no move to talk to you until Steve hypes him up. He's awkward and fumbling. He knows interracial couples are shunned and not accepted, so your relationship is a secret that no one knows about except for the gang. He would love to go public with your relationship but he fears that people might start targetting you because of it.

STEVE is quite literally the wokest guy in the gang. He doesn't care about beauty standards, he's never fit them (he thinks) and he's confident in himself so why should anyone care about anyone else? He talks to you nonchalantly a lot, a passing remark about the weather, asking you how your day was. You two are just common accquantainces until he asks you to go to the movies. While sitting next to you, he realizes how tense and nervous you make him. He starts noticing little details about you, your perfume, your hairstyle, your clothing, until he realizes he likes you and asks you out. He's so caring to you, people know not to mess with you, because Steve will rile the whole gang up to come get them because the gang loves you like a sister.

TWO-BIT knows being associated with you could be bad news. He tries to stay out of your way while being respectful, but something about you to him is genuinely so alluring. He cant tell if it's the way you hold yourself, the gentle slope of your shoulders or if its everything wrapped up in a neat little bow, but that's probably the first time he's had a crush in a long while. He tries not to let it be known but you can tell, and you explain that you like him too, but that you know that it would be rough if you two got together. Having conformation that you like him back is the straw that breaks the camels back for him, he's ready to dive head first into this relationship with no protection at all. He's always got your back, especially when it comes to out-insulting people, he's got a tongue sharp enough that it would make a young boy cry and he will use it against someone if they try to diss his girl.

DARRY tries to stay as distanced as he can from you. There's too much trouble for him as a greaser and a technically 'single dad' that he just can't handle anymore stress at the moment, but he's always respectful and never says anything about you. He sees you everywhere though, and you start infecting his mind until he's almost waiting everyday to see you pass by. You two have this weird situationship, where its more the presences of the other than anything. You realize that Darry is probably more hesitant to be in a relationship with you, but that he loves you too. However, patience is key, because he asks you out within the next month. He tells you, once Pony is out of the house and you two can move far away from Tulsa, the relationship can be more public, but for now, only the gang knows.

DALLAS is probably racist. He grew up mean and angry and he'd probably act that way to you. There is no 'fixing him' or 'making him change for you', that's just how he will be. He won't ask you out, but sometimes he'll drop stuff by your door, try and stop by your place for a drink or two. Or just something that makes him look uncaring but still lets him be close to you. He's stuck in this love hate loop with both you and himself, but he tries to push it out of his mind.

i honestly believe it will be hard for non-black writers to write for sinners. because in order to do that many would have to incorporate pieces of history they cant quite understand, or connect with. leaving them with the options of making them modern vampires in every fic or ignoring the real life problems by not making their x readers fully accessible for poc (black people even more so). which that’s not new in the world of fics, but is definitely a worry as it pertains to a black period piece.

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and yes you have to be black, this isn’t an all access typa club

psycho brunette men do it better

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I just realized..my current hyperfixations are underrated movies from the 80s that got turned into banger musicals and are now popular

THISSSS❕⏰

as a black girl i am SO tired of those black insert fanfics that’s only composed of stereotypes from BOTH sides

no the aot men, those bland white men, would NEVER call you ‘mamas’ or ‘ma’ or talk to you like they grew up in the fucking ghetto, jesus christ

reader doesn’t always have to be from the ‘hood’ neither like why we fighting Mikasa over Eren and are ‘used’ to it bc we from the ghetto 😭

andddddd why the reader always get wigs, nails or lashes appointment

don’t get me started on connie or eren wearing a durag or always smoking a blunt, armin would NOT touch that shit

can we stop the damn stereotypes my god I don’t think I’ve ever came across a good blk reader x character without one of those in it

𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 (pre-apocalypse Daryl)

vamp! daryl dixon X re-encarnated lover! reader

𓉸ྀིsummary: you & your friends decide to go check out a not so abandoned manor, your friends were murdered but as for you..the only thing being murdered was that punani

𓉸ྀིsetting: Halloween night, early-mid eighties

𓉸ྀིwarnings: descriptions of violence, overstimulation, smut, breeding kink, degrading, p in v, fingering, (f)receiving & kissing.

𓉸ྀིa/n: his full vamp form is just like the lost boys & if this doesn’t flop I’ll definitely right more vamp daryl.♡

The cold late night air brushed past your already short costume causing a chill to go down your spine.

“I don’t think we should be here guys, what if we get caught.”you said wearily, your friend Cassie had invited you out to a Halloween party with her, her two friends Gemma & Barb and not to mention her boyfriend, Tyler.

they thought exploring an abandoned house would be more fun then the party so here you guys were, in the middle of no where.

“Oh don’t be such a scaredy cat, this looks like it’s been abandoned for years.”Cassie said, putting her arm around you and giving a tight squeeze.

“Yeah, why don’t you loosen up a little.” said Tyler as he tried handing you one of the many beers he carried.

giving him a disgusted side eye you quickly followed after them climbing over the vine covered wall.

Walking past the many wilted rose bushes as you made your way towards the heavy looking front doors.

The large houses walls were covered in the same vines, the windows seemed to be covered up and the many crows that seemed to flew away from the old building sent another chill down your spine.

“I really don’t think-“ you were suddenly cut off as a monstrous figure jumped out from the shadows tearing into tylers neck.

His blood splattered everywhere staining yours and Gemma’s faces.

you guys’s terrified screams quickly prompted you guys to push through the thick doors but once you got inside they swung shut, inevitably locking you all in.

“What the fuck was that?!” screamed barb, her and Gemma clung to each other as you looked around at the old ripped paintings that adorned the wall.

“It looked like some kind of overgrown wolf.” You murmured too focused on the face of the ripped painting in front of you

“Well I don’t wanna wait and find out I’m getting out of here.” said gemma as she was already running off some where into the darkness.

“wait..wait for me gem!” yelled barb as she scurried after her.

Cassie sat with her knees to her face as she stared dreamily at the floor, her cat makeup smudged from her crocodile tears.

“she’s right but for all we know that think could still be out there.” Holding your hand out to her you quickly help her up you two make your way through the eerily quiet house.

You and cassie had found stumbled upon a large living room with a velvety fabric couch, a fire place and many, many bookshelves.

Cassie immediately fell out onto the couch tired from all the crying she had done, You on the other hand started scanning the many rows of books.

Grabbing the one that stuck out the most to you, you started flipping through the many pages on animals.

‘Could this thing be some kind of wolf or bear?’you thought to yourself as you looked over the many animal pictures.

Letting an annoyed sigh you throw the book down, cradling your face in your hands you slowly start drifting off.

Well almost, the sound of terrified screams rang throughout the house causing Cassie to fall face first off the couch and you to practically jump five feet off the ground.

You both look at each other and quickly make your way towards the noise, coming to an abrupt holt to the sight of gemma and barbs mangled bodies being devoured.

A cold sweat covered your body as you slowly tried backing away from the scene unlike Cassie who let out an audible yelp at the sight of her friends half eaten body.

The thing quickly snapped its head towards you two causing you to grab her and b-line it through the many twists and turns of the never ending hallways.

The sound of fast, heavy footsteps right behind you two just had you scrambling faster to find a way out.

Stumbling back into the living room slamming the door locked as you quickly try to find any open windows or any way you guys could get out while Cassie just sat right back on the couch seemingly in a daze.

Tears ran down her face as she rocked herself back and forth “come on help me, don’t just sit there!” You yelled.

Grabbing one of the comweb covered chairs you use it to try to break the window but just as you finally get it to break the door burst open hitting the wall causing a loud bang to ring out.

“Cassie come on!” You yell, still trying to save this girl.

But unfortunately it got to her first, she fought back trying to scratch the monsters face as best as she could, her once fresh French tips were now chipped and covered in dirt, blood and who knows what.

jumping onto the beasts back you wrap your arms around its neck trying to get it to let go of the blonde haired girl.

Pulling at the monsters..hair? you pull as hard as you can, the moonlight now enveloped the once dark room.

The dim light now gave you a better look at the thing, well it didn’t look like a wild animal or even some kind of mutated beast. It was a man with slightly shaggy dark hair, his eyes a glowing yellow/red and his face contorted into a snarl showing off his sharp row of fangs.

All of these random memories started flashing through your mind, memories of the very man that was seemingly about to eat you alive.

You were quickly snapped out of it to you being thrown off of him causing you to hit you head against the side table blacking you out instantly.

waking up to the warm feeling of you being covered by a surprisingly soft blanket and the feeling of something pulling in your hair.

Snapping your eyes open you sit up too fast causing an intense headache to split through your head making you immediately lay back down to the sight of a small black cat, it’s green eyes staring right back into your (e/c) ones.

“how’d…you find me.” Said a gravely southern voice from the corner of the dimly lit room was the same man that had attacked you.

Scrambling to push yourself farther up against the headboard trying to put any kind of space between you two, you pulled the nearby pillow into your embrace trying to somehow use it as a shield.

moving closer to you his tall muscular figure had your stomach doing backflips, his long bangs covered his once glowing eyes were now a pretty shade of blue.

“Please, please let me go I..I won’t tell anyone I promise-“ a hearty almost giggle slipped from his lips as tears ran down your face.

“oh no, no ya can’t leave,” he said with a smile as he walked closer.

“I’ve been lookin’ f’ya f’centuries angel,” He said, his face a look of longing and relief, His hand cradled your face scanning over every inch of your face.

“There’s no way I’m letting you go now, don’t you remember me,” he said sadly, the look quickly washed away as he started pulling something out of his pocket.

It was a shiny necklace with a ruby red in the middle, he held the necklace up in front of you like a hypnotherapist.

“R’member this darlin’ it’s the necklace I gave ya the night we got married. ‘Married-‘ you thought but were briefly cut off by many more memories filling your head.

the next thing you knew you were under his skinny but built frame as he peppered kisses all over your neck and wherever else he could.

His hands and mouth worked at every dip and curve of your body, as he worked his way lower he hooks his finger onto your panties, slowly dragging them down and throwing them to god knows where.

Settling between your thighs he could help but nuzzle his face into your dripping core, breathing in your intoxicating sent.

“God, everytime I get a whiff of ya make my head spin.” He said, licking his lips as he dived into slick folds.

“Please don’t stop Dar,” you whimpered as he sucked up your juices like a vacuum

Encouraged by your eagerness, he dives in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue delving even deeper into your core.

He laps at your folds, savoring the taste of you, before focusing on your clit. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive nub, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her buck against his mouth.

“Mmm, ya taste even bett’r than I ‘magined,” he rumbles, the vibrations adding to the pleasure he's giving her. Daryl continues his assault, alternating between long, slow licks and quick flicks of his tongue, determined to drive you wild.

As he works you closer to the edge, he slides a finger inside you, curling it to hit that spot that made you see stars.

Your thighs trembling around his head as you near your climax. He doubles his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as he pumps his fingers faster and harder, wanting nothing more than to push you over the brink.

“Tha's it, baby,” he encourages, his voice muffled but still audible. “Let go f’a me. Come on my tongue like a good girl.”

You cry out as the coil in your belly snaps, your orgasm crashing over you in waves of intense pleasure. Daryl continues to lap at your puffy pussy, riding out your high and prolonging the ecstasy for as long as possible.

Only when you start to come down does he pull back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he gazes up at you with pure male satisfaction. Beautiful, he praises, his voice hoarse with want.

Daryl’s lips trail hot kisses along your neck as he presses his hard length against you, the heat of your bodies mingling together. He rocks his hips, grinding against you in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

A primal growl escapes his throat as his control snapping like a twig under the weight of his desire. With a swift motion, he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your over worked slick folds.

Looking into your eyes, Daryl searches for any sign of hesitation or doubt. When he finds none, he surges forward, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful thrust.

“Oh fuck, yes,” he groans, his voice torn between pleasure and relief. “So perfect, so tight...”

Daryl sets a relentless pace, each stroke driving him deeper into your welcoming heat. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by your ragged panting and the creak of the bed frame.

“J-Jesus, yes, don’t stop” you cried out in complete ecstasy.

He drives into you with renewed vigor, spurred on by your cries of pleasure. He could feel your aching cunt tightening around him, your walls fluttering as you teeter on the brink of release.

“Tha’s it, baby, “ he growls, his voice low and rough with lust. “Cum on m’cock like a good girl.”

Daryl reaches between your guys sweat-slicked bodies, finding your swollen clit. He rubs tight circles around the sensitive bud, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. He spills himself deep within you, filling your overstimulates womb with his seed as you ride out the aftershocks together.

Daryl holds you close, feeling the tremors that run through your body as you came down from your high. He strokes your hair soothingly, whispering words of comfort and praise into your ear.

“Tha’ was beautiful, baby,” he coos, his voice warm with affection. You looked stunning, lost in the pleasure. “m’so proud of ya.”