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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.”

this is what i wanna see❕👏🏽

I Fall to Pieces When I'm With You.

pairing. Dallas Winston x Black ! Fem ! Reader.

summary. After seeing you talking to Soda, Dallas can't help but be jealous.

content. Small angst. Smut—oral sex(m!receiving), P in V sex, unprotected sex. Dallas takes pics of r during sex. Slight themes of a toxic relationship. Not proofread.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗢𝗢𝗡, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 the Curtis’ house, talking to Soda. You smiled softly with each word, nodding when he said anything—like you did with everyone. You were always friendly like that, and you didn't think it could be taken out of any context other than that. 

     However, Dallas, who was a few feet away, stared at you and Soda, clenching his jaw and nearly crushing the cigarette in his hand. He ignored the obvious explanation for you talking to him, which was because he was your friend, and immediately took it as you flirting with him or him flirting with you. He desperately wanted to walk over to you two and snatch you away—and probably yell, which would lead to an argument, but he didn't care.

     He controlled himself—barely—and took a drag from his cigarette as you and soda laughed. 

𝗙𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗟 𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝗗𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔𝗦 walked you home. As you walked quietly side-by-side on the sidewalk, Dallas smoked a cigarette, the smoke filling your nose. “You like Soda?” Dallas asked, breaking the silence.

     You glanced at him. “What?”

     “You heard me.”

     “As a friend, of course. Why are you asking this?”

     “Why are you laughing at him like that then?”

     You stopped walking, glaring at Dallas. “What are you getting at? Soda is just a friend, and he's yours too.”

     “What are you flirting with him for then? Smilin’ at him like that.”

     “I was never flirting with him.”

     “Sure, you weren't. I'm not blind, doll!” He began to raise his voice at you.

      Your eyes burned and your throat ached at his words. You desperately wanted him to stop talking, so you started walking again, ignoring his hateful words. 

     “Where are you going?” He followed you.

     “Stop following me. I can walk myself home,” you said and continued to ignore him when he yelled after you.

𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗗 arrived home, you lay in bed, reading a book, until you heard taps at your window. You knew only one person who did that. You stood from your bed and stepped toward the window, opening the curtains to reveal Dallas Winston outside. You opened the window, furrowing your eyebrows. “What are you doing here?”

     “Let me in. I'm freezing my ass off out here,” he said, making you roll your eyes and move to the side, allowing him to climb inside your room. You slid the window down after him.

     “What are you doing here?” You repeated, your voice soft, careful not to wake your parents. 

     “A guy can't see his girl?”

     A pang of guilt struck your stomach. “No, you're right, I'm sorry.” Your head flashed images from earlier with your argument with Dallas. “Dally, I'm sorry about before. You were right, I shouldn't have been talking to Soda like that—”

     “Don't worry ‘bout it—”

     “I'll do anything for you to forgive me.”

      Dallas’ lips curled into a smirk. “Anything?”

     “Anything.”

      An unlimited amount of inappropriate scenarios and fantasies filled Dallas’ mind, in which he forced them away and settled for having you kneel in between his thighs as he sat on your bed. Your hands clawed at his belt, pulling his jeans and boxers down, his hardening cock springing out. Your hand wrapped around the base, pulling a strained sigh from his lips. You leaned forward, wrapping your plump lips around his tip, a salty taste coming onto your tongue as you licked circles around him. 

     You glanced up at him, his head thrown back as a hand went to the back of your head, slowly pushing your head lower and lower. You forced yourself to breathe in through your nose as his cock was close to hitting the back of your throat. You were doing this for him, so you wanted him to feel good.

     However, when the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, you couldn't stop yourself from gagging. You didn't mind, though, when you heard a groan from Dallas. “Fuck, doll,” his hips bucked, making you gag again, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, which eventually fell when you allowed Dallas to fuck your mouth.

     It was an image that Dallas wanted to keep forever. He reached for the camera you kept on your bedside table—God, was he happy you kept it there—and snapped a picture of you in your current state. 

     You heard the noise, but you were so focused on Dallas and pleasing him, you didn't care to protest—it's not like you could if you wanted to.

     He nearly tossed the camera back on your nightstand, his hands returning to the back of your head as you swallowed around his cock. Your nails dug into his thighs while you struggled to stop gagging, forcing yourself to breathe through your nose.

      “Goddamn—” he pulled you off, a loud gasp coming from you, coughs following afterward. With the backs of your hands, you wiped the tears and looked up at Dallas. “C'mere,” he said breathlessly, and you quickly followed his demand, straddling his lap. 

     Dallas kissed you roughly, hands traveling underneath your top, cupping your breasts through your bra. You whimpered at his harsh grip while your hands tugged at his shirt. You pulled away, pulling off your top and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Dallas’ hands gripped your waist as you reashed back, removing the claso from your bra, allowing it to slide down your arms, and letting it join your top.

     Dallas attached his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and nibbling softly, making you squirm and tug at his hair while he rested his hands on your back, pushing you closer to him. “Dallas,” you whine, but he ignores you. He switched to your untouched breast and repeated his previous actions until the brown bud peaked, replicating the other. Meanwhile, you tried to silence yourself, covering your mouth with a hand; however, Dallas quickly swatted your hand away, humming around your nipple.

      Without realizing it, you began to grind against his cock. You hoped he couldn't feel how wet you became.

     He pulled away with a pop and guided your body into position, in which you lay on your back while he pulled off his shirt and pants. You pushed down your shorts and underwear, kicking them on the floor. Dallas moved in between your legs, tip teasing your entrance.

     He knew he should give you some type of prep, but you were already so wet. Besides, this was for him, wasn't it? 

     Dallas gripped your thighs, wrapping them around his waist as he slowly pushed his cock inch-by-inch into your cunt. You gasped softly, leaning your head back into your pillow. He rested his hands beside your head. “Goddamn, doll,” he groaned as he buried his head in your neck, softly biting at the flesh. 

     Once he was fully buried in your cunt, he allowed you to adjust for only a few, short seconds before pulling out to the point that only his tip was inside before thrusting harshly inside, pulling a loud moan from your lips, which hoped nobody else heard. 

     He gradually set a fast pace, abusing your cunt, the sound of skin slapping filling the room along with your barely muffled moans. Despite his harsh actions, it felt so good. Your pleasure only increased as Dallas reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast circles with his thumb.

     “Dally,” you whine, nails digging into his back. 

     “Yeah, doll?” He spoke, looking down at you with a small smirk on his face. 

     Another whine escaped your lips when he pulled out. You knew this was about him, but God, it felt so good. You glanced up, watching as he pushed both of your thighs to your stomach before sliding his cock back inside your cunt, a groan coming from Dallas.

     Your moans quickly returned as Dallas’ resumed with his fast pace, building up your already close climax.

     “Takin’ me so well, doll,” his voice sounded rough as he spoke. “You're mine, you know that?”

      You nodded, babbling fragments of sentences.

     His hand returned to your clit, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. He felt his climax too, but he wanted you to cum first. “You close?” He asked, placing kisses on your neck. 

     “Yes!” you cried. 

     “Come on, doll, cum for me.”

     With his harsh thrusts, thumb on your clit, and words, you came with a soft moan, clenching around his cock. You were so focused on your release, you didn't hear the click of your camera.

     You also had no idea that the next day, Dallas took those polaroids of you and showed them to Soda, bragging but also telling him to stay away from you.

L O S T P U P P Y — rick grimes x black!fem reader x daryl dixon

“is it so bad i just wanna be around you two?”

✷ : One day a unknown named girl shows up to the atlanta camp, when she gets settled; she takes a liking to daryl and rick, following them around like a lost puppy and they dont know why.

cw: mentions of daddy issues, walkers, pet names ( pretty, darling, sweet girl, princess ) , rude!daryl at first, a little sexual content ( dry humping, dirty talk, kissing ), age gap ( reader is 19 - 20 and Rick and Daryl are 30 - 40 ).

xoxo note: in this apocalypse the haves phones and anything modern, don't like it? keep it pushing honey, also ntm on me! I haven't written in a while.

Silence. That was the only thing heard around the camp as the group watched the young girl walk up in a baby pink skims set with pink Asics and a black book bag with a purse on her side.

"Who the fuck-" Daryl started to say out of his mouth as the girl walked up breathing heavy, "holy shit bro" she said as everyone looked at her.

She looked behind her, wondering what everyone was looking at "what we looking at?" she asked confused "who are you" Rick asked as he put his hand on his gun.

"oop- lets chill... okay?" she said giggling nervously, "my name is y/n and I was just walking and I saw the camp." she shifted from side to side as everyone just stared at her.

"Well welcome to our camp, your more than welcome to stay pretty gir,l" Carol walked up and smiled at her "I'm Carol."

The young girl smiled at the older lady, "thank you Carol!"

Rick and Daryl silently watched the scene unfold, Daryl was looking the girl up almost drooling at the sight of her, her pretty brown legs, her slicked back ponytail, the way the skims fit her body.

"Daryl wipe ya mouth for me real quick!" t-dog and Glenn laughed together as Daryl muttered profanities under his breath and walked off.

The conversation between Carol and the girl continued, not even paying attention to the boys. "Well as of right now.. we don't have any tents and there's like three to a tent and there is only one tent that only has two people.." Carol rambled.

Y/n nodded her head and followed Carol to the tent, "you're going to have to share this with Rick and Daryl.. at least for right now till we go on another run" Carol said and motioned for y/n to follow her to a table where two boys were sitting.

"Y/n, this is Rick and Daryl your temporary roommates! their very sweet and respectful guys," carol spoke but y/n wasn't listening she was just staring at the two man before her.

She was already having unholy thoughts about Rick's beard tickling her legs as he-

Y/n's thoughts were interrupted by Carol when she whispered in y/n's ear, "you don't wanna get on Daryl's bad side so I suggest you stay out of his way and rick is going through something with his wife so don't be surprised if he's cold towards you." Y/n nodded her head and waved at the two.

"Its nice to meet you guys, Im y/n, I promise not to be your way" she smiled at the two, only Rick returned the smile.

Carol walked y/n back to the tent she would be staying in and left her alone, they ended up putting a cot in the tent next to two other cots.

Y/n sat up her side of the tent with pink and sparkly things, the blanket on her cot was pink and so was her pillow. She re-organized her bookbag and sat it in the corner.

She pulled out her phone and portable charger turning her phone on to watch TikTok, it was currently 10:40 and Carol called everyone out to eat.

Y/n walked out the tent with her same skims on but changed her Asics to her pink Kurt slides, she walked up to everyone sitting in a circle and sat next to a young boy.

"Hi I'm carl" the boy put his hand out to the girl, y/n reached her hand out and shook it. "I like your nails!" Carl smiled and held her hand for a bit as her admired her pink duck nails.

"Thank you! I do them myself" she smiled "foreal?" he asked, letting her hand go in the process.

She nodded her head and looked at everyone that was staring at her, "so y/n.." Andrea started "what's your story?"

Y/n looked around, "well I'm from Las Vegas.. I came to Atlanta to visit when the apocalypse started," Rick looked her up and down "how did you survive alone out there?" he asked.

"My dad is a cop, he taught me a few survival things" she giggled "he also had alot of guns." she stopped real quick, got up and ran to her tent.

Everyone was confused but she came back with her bookbag, she pulled out a pink hand gun.

"Why the fuck is it pink?' Daryl spoke "well first off.. I like pink and secondly I hate the color black so.."

"Your so interesting.." Andrea said "yea I get that alot" y/n said admiring the gun.

"How old are you y/n" t-dog asked as he ate the stew Carol made, "I'm 21, my birthday just passed." She smiled at him and he nodded his head.

AFTER AWHILE OF SITTING BY THE FIRE AND GETTING TO KNOW Y/N EVERYONE HEADED TO BED, dale let y/n use the bathroom in the RV to get ready for bed.

Y/n walked out the RV in hellokitty pants and a white cropped tee, she walked to where carols tent was and saw Carol was with her husband and daughter.

"Good night Carol, thank you for everything" y/n smiled and Carol smiled back but her smile quickly dropped after her husband gave her a stern look.

Y/n looked at him with a stank look, "the fuck be wrong" y/n thought. Before y/n left the tent she blew a small kiss at Carol and her daughter.

While y/n was walking to her tent she saw Rick's wife, who she learned was Lori and Rick's friend, shane sneaking into the woods.

"This is a weird ass place," she thought as she shook her head. Y/n walked to her tent saying her good nights to everyone.

She got into the tent and saw Daryl and Rick staring straight at her, "well shit, I got something on my face?" she giggled, Rick slowly shook his head.

"Oh-" she was going to say something but was interrupted, "what the fuck is your deal?" Daryl asked rudely but y/n only laughed.

"Fuck is you talking about?" she asked in the same tone. "You popped up outta' nowhere with ya' lil expensive clothes and ya bags."

Y/n rolled her eyes, Rick only watched the interaction from his cot, "you sure nobody sent you?" Daryl asked "nigga- who the fuck would have sent me?" y/n pulled her phone out of one of her purses and set it up, taking a scarf out of her black bag.

She pulled up her camera and tied the scarf around her fresh edges, "I mean I don't know-" Daryl stated sarcastically as he moved his hands in the air.

Y/n just laughed at him and turned her phone off to charge, "no one sent me dummy."

She layed in her cot and got under her cover, "goodnight boys." She smiled and rolled over.

"Oh and Daryl next time you wanna drool over me-" she turned around "dont do it when I'm around love."

im just a girl tho

the pretty lies, the ugly truth

This is exactly why the outsiders fandom is gonna die out, people can never have fun with out some disgusting freakzoids sending anonymous hate for literally no reason. you guys need to comeback to reality and realize that fanfiction is called FAN! FICTION! for a fucking reason.🤦🏽‍♀️

how anon felt sending this ask:

but no seriously… why can’t this fandom literally just be normal about bipoc people existing 😭 like even people who don’t write x reader like me get hate for something as simple as headcanoning a character to be bipoc?

and tbh this isn’t the first time people have sent asks about me using bipoc girls in my moodboards or for even just picturing my readers as bipoc and its like… we exist too ya know?

and esp considering this specific book has a lot of bipoc coding (like the term greaser being offensive from soc’s and normal from greasers, soc’s jumping and harassing the greasers for simply existing, etc) so its like u really took nothing away from that book? also in the musical so many of the characters were played by bipoc actors? including dally who i probably write the most?

this anon is so fucking gross and weird and ts is so like annoying to see and its so annoying that people still have this mindset in the big year of 2025? also calling me a racial slur so casually? and a racial slur that doesn’t even apply to me?

and obviously dont go sending hate to @jamesdeanbby on my behalf cuz obviously she has nothing to do w this shes a very sweet girl and its not her fault she has a fan like this

k going to bed now goodnight to everyone BUT this anon

Pink hair supremacy

literally just a pink icing cupcake in girl form! 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

thinking about…𐙚

sfw ver ♡;

→𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 and how when he first started crushing on you he’d constantly look at your picture in the yearbook.

→when you first started dating you two were basically connected by the hip, walking you to class, lunch, home and even waiting for you outside the bathroom was his daily routine.

→he loves holding your hand, when he’s stressed over karate or his mom he’ll play with your fingers and draw patterns into your palm

→when the cobras are constantly going after him constantly and his mom being too enthusiastic about her new job for him to complain about wanting to go back to jersey he goes to you, just to hold you, to know there’s one good thing in shitty reseda california.

→he loves taking you out to the beach just to sit and watch the waves and maybe mainly to smell the light comforting smell of your perfume/cologne in the breeze.

→he likes to imagine watch your life together would like, how many kids you two’d have, their names, what house you’d live etc

nsfw ver ♡;

→He loves it when you run your cold hands up his torso when you two make out, you’ve gotten caught by me miyagi so many times he honestly doesn’t pay you two any kind of mind anymore. (much to daniel’s embarrassment🙂‍↔️)

→daniel definitely has a jaw dropping sleeper build, only weighing at 130 and all the interesting workouts mr miyagi has him do most definitely has his body SNATCHED.👅

→he’s more of a whimperer than a groaner.🗣️

→you two have more rough than vanilla sex..don’t ask me why i just know…

→he’d rather have your thighs around his head than have actual sex, he takes pleasure in giving you pleasure. 🙏🏽

→he’s definitely thought of a three way between him, you and johnny🤷🏽‍♀️👻