and has a little skin over here

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty new here, and I don't actually know much about dinosaurs (just followed this blog because it seemed really cool and interesting) so could you explain what shrink-wrapped means?

Of course! See, modern animals have a lot of muscles, fat, fluff, etc, and end up looking very little like their actual skeleton. For example, look at how much fluff owls have:


However, lots of palaeoartists completely ignore this! They basically stretch skin over the bones and call it a day. One especially bad example that was featured on @palaeofail is this poor pterosaur:

It barely has room for its digestive system. It’s definitely missing the air sac system that allows it to breathe. It’s got virtually no muscles on the arms - how does it fly?? - on the head (no wonder its mouth is open. It has no jaw muscles to close it!), on the torso (it needs to flap), or on the legs (walking) It doesn’t have any fat at all, so it’s definitely starving (maybe because it can’t fly or close its moth?). The skin is much too thin; you can see all of the bones and its wing membranes should be much, much thicker. And it’s missing the hair-like pycnofibres that should be covering its body!

Many palaeoartists have started to strike back at this by drawing modern animals like we might draw them if we found their bones:


[House cat]



List of alleged extraterrestrial beings that have been reported in close encounters, claimed or speculated to be associated with “Unidentified flying objects.” (left to right)

1-Flatwoods Monster:  Tall humanoid with a spade-shaped head 

2-Hopkinsville goblin:  Small, greenish-silver humanoids.

3-Greys:  Grey-skinned humanoids, usually 3–4 feet tall, bald, with black almond-shaped eyes, nostrils without a nose, slits for mouths, no ears and 3-4 fingers including thumb. They have been the centre of quite a few cases of alleged alien contact over the years 

4-Little green men:  Diminutive green humanoids. Even though a few abduction or contact cases have referred to green skin no report has ever involved anything that would fit the classic cultural stereotype of “Little Green Men”. They are included here only for cultural reference.

5-Reptilians:  Tall, scaly humanoids.

6-Nordic aliens: Humanoids with stereotypical “Nordic features” (tall, blond hair, blue eyes) and have featured in several cases of contact


anonymous asked:

Steve calls Bucky 'his sunshine' every chance he gets. Steve getting seriously hurt and Bucky (and Steve) thinking he might not make it so Steve sings 'You Are My Sunshine' to him and I'm crying

“There’s my sunshine. Let me see that smile,” Bucky says, grinning like the jerk that he is.

Steve’s so mad he could spit and Bucky’s not helping matters. He gives Bucky the dirtiest look he can muster, which judging by the way Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up to the top of his forehead, is a pretty mean one. “Don’t be like that, Sweetheart. It’s just one 4F.”

“Those assholes don’t know what they’re talking about. I can fight. I’m fine.”

“So is it your ticker, diabetes or asthma you want them to ignore?” Bucky asks him.

“All of it. I want to fight, Buck. This isn’t right. I just want to do what’s right,” Steve’s shoulders sag as he says it. He knows he’s not as strong or healthy as a guy like Buck, but he thinks he’s more than capable of being a soldier.

Bucky seems to sense how upset he is. He wraps an arm around Steve’s shoulders and says, “You’ll get in. Next time.” His eyes say he’s lying but Steve ignores it, knowing in his heart that Bucky’s wrong. “Come on, Steve. Where’s my sunshine guy huh? Where’s that smile.”

Steve sticks his tongue out instead.


Steve did make it, made it past basic, made it past the serum, made it into the hydra base where Bucky was and made it back to base where they’re both safe. Even after seeing medical, Bucky still looks so pale. The skin around his eyes is a little sunken. He has his own tent and gets Bucky inside it, fussed over him for a minute while Bucky settles into his bed.

“Where’s my sunshine?” Bucky asks and it makes Steve want to cry just as much as it makes him want to rip all of hydra apart with his bare hands.

“Right here,” Steve says. He gets into the cot with Bucky, squeezing their bodies tight. He runs a hand over Bucky’s cheek, all the cuts and bruises there. “What did they do to you?”

“What did they do to you?” Bucky says, mustering a tiny smile. “Look at you.”


“Look at my sunshine guy. My only sunshine. Now I have to share you with the whole world.”

Steve’s breath catches in his throat, and by the time he’s ready to tell Bucky that he’ll always be his, Bucky’s already falling hard into sleep.


He has to practically carry Bucky back to the quinjet. He knows he should take off as fast as possible, run. His mind’s screaming at him as he sets Bucky down gently.

Sam, Wanda, his friends, Tony- he was his friend too. He can’t breathe correctly, his chest rattling from what could be a punctured lung. He has to get them out of here. Where could they go? Oh god, his shield. Bucky, Bucky, Bucky-

Bucky’s eyes are barely open, his head’s lolling to the side as he slips in and out of consciousness. The pain from losing his arm again did him in. Steve can’t let himself think about how this isn’t the first time Bucky would have felt that pain. He realizes then, that he’s not going anywhere right this second. Bucky’s body heals like his, he bets. He just need to give Bucky a minute. He picks him up again and arranges his body so that Bucky can lay on his lap. He runs his fingers through Bucky’s blood-soaked hair and reaches for the closest first aid kit, getting some gauze to apply pressure.

“St-” Bucky tries, his eyelids fluttering.

“Shh,” Steve whispers. “I got you. Where’s my sunshine guy?” Steve doesn’t know what makes him say it, but when he does Bucky lets out a sigh that lets Steve know he remembers. So Steve does what Bucky did so many years ago when he was too sick to get up. He sings. “You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy, when skies are gray. You never know dear, how much I love you. Please don’t take my sunshine away.”

Steve strokes Bucky’s hair the entire time. At this point he just wants Bucky to finally let everything pull him under. Steve will find them a place to stay safe. “The other night dear, when I was sleeping. I dreamt I held you in my arms. When I awoke dear, I was mistaken. So I held my head and I cried.” But Bucky’s here now, and Steve’s going to keep him safe no matter what. His eyes are drawn to something outside the quinjet window. When he looks up, he sees T’Challa.

Rhythm of the Beat- Part 1

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Word Count: 2150ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it! Two more parts coming soon! XOXO

“Dean! You okay?”

“Yeah, I think so. Are you?”

It’s at the end of that second sentence that they both register the voices themselves and not just the words.

“Dude. You sound like…dude. Sam? You’re a fuckin’ girl.”

Sam tears his eyes away from Dean’s apparently female body to look down at his own.

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Magic Stiles/Emissary Stiles Sterek Fics (by request)

1. There Are Monsters At Home by calrissian18

“How did you get past the wards?” Derek had put them up, with Peter’s grudging assistance, after the Alpha pack had made themselves at home a few times too many.

The guy pulled a face. “You mean the wards a five-year-old girl with the mental ability of a goldfish could deconstruct?” He blinked wide eyes at Derek. “Gee, I don’t know. It’s bound to go down as one of life’s great mysteries.”

Derek despised him.

2. Strut on a Line, it’s Discord and Rhyme by xiaq

“Carry me,” Stiles says.


“But I’m injured.”

“You have a rash,” Derek says. “On your arm. Your feet work just fine.”


“No. You weigh almost as much as I do. And you ate a pound of chicken at lunch.”

“Well, yeah, but I pooped like an hour ago, so.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“Don’t play, you love me.”

I do, Derek thinks, relatively horrified. I really do.

3. If the ley lines you should follow by InTheArmsofaThief

And Derek just stood there, staring at Stiles like he was a ghost.

“Dude, I know it’s been a while but you don’t have to look at me like you’re that surprised I’m hung over in the woods. It’s practically a tradition at this point.”

“Stiles?” Derek whispered, the name falling from his lips like a punch to the gut. Stiles watched, confused, as Derek took a deep breath in and took a shaky step forward then back again. “You’re not- you can’t be. Who are you?”

4. A Little Lost by exclamation

A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he’s stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past?

And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

5. sanctuary where i stand by ceserabeau

"We’re happy to have you, Stiles,” Laura says, and nudges Derek hard, “Aren’t we?”
“Of course,” Derek says through gritted teeth.
When he looks at Stiles, the kid has a smug grin on his face. What a little shit.

AU where Stiles is sent to the Hale pack to be their emissary.

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Transparant Crystalline Solid (3)

Bucky Barnes x (enhanced)Reader

Notes: (the usual) troubled pasts, swearing, smut, fluff, angst/heartbreak.

A/N: All new! I had inspiration slap me straight across the face, and here we are! This one might hurt a little, but y’all know me, I’m a sucker for a happy ending.

Summary: Bucky has charm, looks, a great smile, and he knows how to talk to a lady. The thing is, he does know it. Bucky’s a womaniser, there’s no doubt about it. But when he lays eyes upon the newest addition to the team, he might’ve found a reason to change his ways. Unfortunately, he knows he’s a coward, and he knows change isn’t easy. Lying.. is so much easier.

Ice: frozen water, a brittle transparent crystalline solid.

Originally posted by daniel-wellington

Within minutes the living room is crowded, everyone sitting at their usual spots, which somehow formed in harmony amongst everyone. Tony is in his chair, Pepper on one of the armrests, Steve is in one corner of the couch, Natasha next to him, Wanda next to her, Vision ending the row on the other end of the couch. Clint is perched up on one of the beams hanging from the ceiling -which Tony denies placing there for him especially- Sam sitting with Maria on the ‘love seat’, Bruce alone in a recliner resembling Tony’s. Bucky himself is on the window-seat, staring at the team, a bunch of misfits, really, wondering how it al became so harmonious.

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Million Dollar Man

+Request: harry smut with harry as ur boss who’s been flirting with you and you’ve been teasing him a lot but u two haven’t had sex bc u know people would talk if they found out, but then he makes a really risky move that makes u change ur mind 

 A/N: Hey guys back with another imagine. I hope you guys like it because I worked super hard on this. I would love so much if you guys would leave feed back and tell me what you guys think of it. love you all and thank you! 

This one shot I based a bit off of and even named it from the original song called Million dollar man by Lana Del Rey. Go check out the song its so good, one of my favorites by her. 

 Working with Harry wasn’t as bad as it all really seems. Yes he may be strict and yes he may yell a lot but I just know that when you have to work with people that sometimes are idiots and don’t wanna do their work it is hard not to come off as a prick. Harry was a very smart man, he knew what he was doing and how to really become successful. I’ve only been working with Harry for about 3 months, it isn’t that long for you to base your perspective off of someone you barely know. But all of that aside, I has a crush on my boss. 

 He is so tall and strong and beautiful long curly hair. I just wanna run my hands through his hair and hear him moan to how good it feels. But there are a lot of other things I wanna do to him to hear him moan. I just wanna crawl under his desk and pull down his pants and suck his cock. I wanna hear him moan out my name so loud and to place his hand on the back of my head and push me down farther. I wanna look up and stare at his face while this is going down and see him roll his eyes back in his head and plead for more. I want him to finish in my mouth and to feel his cum run down my throat. But hes my boss so it would never happen.


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jeeno2  asked:

Cuddling in a bed PLEASE! For either Cassian x Jyn or Steve x Diana :D

modern au? steve-is-reincarnated au? who knows??

Diana lifts her head to the whining bleat of the alarm, reaching out blindly to scoop her phone off the bedside table and shut it off. Beside her, Steve makes a vaguely inhuman sound—somewhere between a groan and a wail.

“No,” she hears him mutter. “Nope, no. No.”

When she turns to face him, she finds his eyes scrunched closed, the hazy morning light from the window casting a glowing rectangle across the bare skin of his shoulder. His stubble is long and flecked with gray, his cheek a mess of squiggly lines from his pillow.

He’s beautiful.

“You can keep sleeping,” she reminds him, resisting the urge to lay a hand across his cheek. (She doesn’t want to wake him.) “I’ll be back soon.”

“No,” Steve mumbles. Without warning he shifts, settling his arm across her side.

She raises an eyebrow. “You know I’m going for a run.”

“I do know that,” Steve agrees, eyes still closed. “I know that, because you go for a run every day. Which is awesome, don’t get me wrong, but it’s Saturday, Diana. Saturday.”

She smiles, heart flooding with warmth. “Your point?”

“Most people use Saturday mornings for sleep.” His palm splays across the small of her back as he wriggles closer, pulling her gently towards his chest.

“Most people?” she echoes, letting her fingers trace a line down the side of his ribs.

Steve smiles. “I know, you’re not most people. But I am, so I’m going to spend at least a little bit of this morning in bed. I’d really like it if you joined me.”

She wonders if she should resist, get up and go about her plans anyways. But she has no desire to, none at all. She would gladly spend a lifetime here in their bed, skin on skin, the whole world narrowed to the soft curve of his smile, the gentle beat of his heart. Everything else can wait.

She shifts closer, a quiet assent, and he grins without opening his eyes. He pulls her tighter, looping his leg over hers as though to lock her in place.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, kissing her brow. “I’ll make you breakfast later.”

“You don’t need to reward me for agreeing to spend time doing something I love. This is not exactly a burden.”

He chuckles, low. “Okay, okay. But I’m making you breakfast anyway.”

She nods, eyes fluttering closed. “Perfect.”

cuddle prompts!

I’m a Jamaican girl of African/Chinese descent living in China, and let me tell you… I’ve been on the receiving end of a host of irritating comments from people back home (In JA). “Do you eat dog?”, “So… is your vagina diagonal (apparently bc I’m mixed, not fully Chinese)?”, “Yeah you’re definitely Asian, you have no ass”, “Oh it’s a black people thing, you wouldn’t understand…”

Now, back home most Chinese people are very very united, the families know each other and get together for important holidays or smaller activities like badminton games etc. My family was never a part of that, since my dad, though Chinese, is Rastafarian and my mom is Black. I was also very aware of the fact that I looked rather different from fully-Chinese families. And while at school I was being called “Chiney gyal” and made to feel like I wasn’t a regular Jamaican, at home I was being taught NOTHING about that side of myself. As I got older I began to deny my Chinese heritage, if only to get people to shut up about it. A small part of me was also disappointed that I wasn’t actually connected to those roots, and decided to deny them altogether.  

Anyhow, last year I moved to China to start university. I was kinda excited to come here, thinking maybe I would fit in a little better than I did back home. Boy, was I ever WRONG. Most foreigners who’ve been to China know, the locals STARE at you incessantly, like you’re some kind of zoo animal. Most are fascinated by anyone who looks so different, since their population is mostly Han people, or so I’ve read, but some of them really look down on anyone with darker skin. Anyways, I basically get called African here, I don’t even bother telling the few English speakers I’ve come across that I’m actually Jamaican and half-Chinese (funny how I wanted to clarify this time around, huh?).

As it turns out, I probably won’t be fully accepted anywhere. But realising this has made me decide that it doesn’t make me an incomplete person and that what I really need is to accept myself. It took me a while, but I’m glad I have. It’s not easy to erase the insecurities I’ve harboured over the years, but little by little I’m working on it. 

I don’t need other people assigning stereotypical characteristics to me, nor do I need validation from others to decide what race I do or do not belong to. I am both Chinese and Black and I will never deny any part of my heritage just to fit in again. 

Something tragic I noticed in Skin Deep

I am sure other Rumbelle fans may have noticed this long before I did but I just noticed this and thought I should share it.

First I’m going to flash back here to season two when we saw Milah mock Rumplestiltskin with her pirate friends at the tavern.  Later when she’s hung over (despite how she treated him) human Rumplestiltskin offers her a cup of tea but she does not take it.

(Ironic that there are some haters who insist this guy somehow abused her. She left their child home alone with a fire while she mocked her disabled husband to pirates.  And later when she’s hung over he tries to give her tea.   Sooooo abusive.  That’s sarcasm, by the way…)


In Season four during the AU where he is “The Light One” it’s Belle who offers him a cup of tea to help clear his thoughts. 

He ends up dropping it and it becomes that universe’s chipped cup.

The point here is that tea has always had a special significance to Rumple before he even became the imp, before even Belle’s chipped cup.

Now back to Skin Deep.  After Rumplestiltskin kicks Belle out we see Rumple alone at his spinning wheel when Regina barges in.  He was not expecting her that day.  She’s there to discuss “a certain little mermaid.” 

However…  look at the tea he has out.  Rumple had two tea cups ready.  I think he was hoping that despite having kicked her out, that Belle would again return and he could make amends over a cup of tea, as he would have when he was mortal.

Look. There are two cups.  He wasn’t expecting Regina.  They both make that clear.  She just helped herself to the tea.   So who was that second cup for? 

He was hoping Belle would return.  He wanted to talk to her, he wanted to be the one to serve her tea.

And what is the first thing he does for Belle in the very first episode of Season two?  Well, it’s interrupted by the heroes barging into his shop but he’s preparing her that tea finally.

I think that after Rumplestitlskin kicked Belle out in Skin Deep he kept setting out two cups and tea in case she’d come back, hoping she’d come back.   And after he believed her to be dead he would have given anything to have that cup of tea with her…  

It was always there in the back of his mind so when they were finally reunited it was the first thing he did with her, besides admitting he loves her.

When he serves you tea it’s his way of apologizing or an act of humility.  In any event it seems to be his go to instinct for “making things right.”

I wonder if that’s something child Rumple got from the spinsters who raised him, that when things are bad, or you are fighting with someone, pour them a cup of tea.  Tea makes everything better.  Even the AU Belle set it.  “Things always look better after a nice cup of tea.”

anonymous asked:

For the break-up AU, how about "i’ve seen you hanging around my apartment and i thought it was because you missed me, turns out you’ve been using my wifi you asshole"

Natsu has been hanging around her apartment lately. Now, usually, that wouldn’t bother Lucy. She used to love when he would hang out, used to love just having him near her. Used to. Not anymore. It’s been three weeks since their fight and he just keeps showing up, hanging around in the shadows, close, but not close enough.

And she’s mad. Not because she doesn’t want him around, but because he hasn’t said a word to her in three weeks. She knows she shouldn’t expect much, they broke up, after all, but there’s something painful that tugs at her gut every time she sees him just outside or right down the hall.

She’s mad because it keeps her clinging to that thread of hope that they might work things out.

And it’s stupid, she knows it’s stupid, but she can’t help it. Because why else would he be coming around? He lives clear across town. Works across town. His friends are across town. There’s no reason for him to be moping outside her door unless it means something, right? It has to mean something.

Because it certainly means something to her.

So when she sees him room her window, his body tucked against the wall and his head bent low, hidden, Lucy does something both very brave and very stupid.

She corners him outside.

There’s a flurry of movement as she shoves on a sweater despite the heat, not bothering to slip on a pair of pants over her bare legs before she storms out of her apartment. What would the point be? It’s Natsu. Her legs aren’t something he’s never seen before.

Hopefully he’d be seeing them up close again, very, very soon.

It’s not until she has him backed into a corner that she realizes the stupidity might outweigh the bravery. She also realizes she doesn’t really care, as he stares back at her, wide-eyed as his throat bobs with a harsh swallow.

And maybe she’s a little bit satisfied by the way his sharp eyes linger on her bare skin.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she snaps, arms crossing tightly over her chest. Her weight shifts from one leg to the next, and Natsu’s gaze jolts from her face to her hips, watching in apt fascination as they sway slowly. His lips part, and Lucy’s almost certain that his mind has gone straight to the gutter. She rolls her eyes. “Natsu!”

Green eyes snap up to meet hers, his face turning a magnificent shade of red that clashes terribly with his hair. Lucy watches as his blush spreads down his neck, only to disappear under his shirt as it dips to his chest. She knows exactly how far down that blush goes.

“Shit,” he swears under his breathe, hastily shoving his phone into his back pocket before throwing his hands up between them, clearly waiting for an explosion from her. “I’m, uhh,” he trails off, stumbling over his words, tongue-tied. She watches as he flounders for the right words, gaze snapping around the area, unsure where to look.

Lucy rolls her eyes, bare foot tapping in frustration. Her need for answers is currently outweighing her urge to make him squirm a bit. She can save that for later. “Just spit it out, Natsu,” she tells him, less harsh than before. Lucy sighs, shoulders sagging just the slightest.

Natsu notices, but doesn’t say anything, though his eyes do narrow just the slightest in concern.

He’s quiet for a long moment, and hope builds in Lucy’s chest. She holds her breath, dark eyes wide as she stares at him. Natsu wets his lips, swallowing thickly as he matches her look. His embarrassed blush grows darker, his fingers flex nervously.

“I’ve been using your WiFi,” he murmurs, ducking his head.

Lucy’s heart shatters in her chest, splinters ripping through her lungs until she simply can’t breathe. Hurt strikes her, and Lucy flinches back at the unexpected answer, her throat growing tight as the words register.

Her voice cracks horribly when she whispers, “what?” Her words wobble, and Natsu’s eyes snap back up to meet hers, hearing the tremor in her voice. Concern flashes in his gaze, and he takes a step forward before stilling once more. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, wanting to reach out for her, but holding back.

Natsu clears his throat. “I’ve been using your WiFi to watch Netflix,” he says, softer this time, less embarrassed and more confused as he watches her expression crumple and twist into something so heartbreaking that it rips the breath straight from his lungs. A fist squeezes at his heart when he sees her eyes grow wet, glinting with unshed tears.

“You’ve…” Lucy trails off, chocking on her words. God, she though— “I’m such an idiot,” Lucy murmurs, eyes squeezing shut tightly as she feels a stinging behind her lids, tears threatening to spill over. Crying is the last thing she needs right now, but she just feels so stupid for thinking he still gave a damn.

Of course it was just the WiFi. Why else would he be here?

The bravery and he stupidity leave her in a rush, her hands beginning to shake. She feels achy now that her courage is gone, weak and wobbly on her feet. She shouldn’t have gotten her hopes up, she knows. She should have known better, but God it still fucking hurts.

She didn’t think anything could have hurt more than when he stormed out of her apartment three weeks ago, but apparently she was wrong.

Natsu takes another step towards her, reaching out. “What?” he breathes back, staring at her with worry that’s palpable.

Lucy just shakes her head, throwing her hands up between them and letting out a short, bitter bark of a laugh. “Get the hell out of here, Natsu,” she tells him, voice more timid than she means it to be.

“Lucy?” he murmurs, taking a step, “what?”

“God, you’re such an asshole,” she snaps back. It’s unfair, she knows, to be mad at him for this. It’s her own fault. She can’t blame him for getting her hopes up, not when he hasn’t done anything.

Right now, she just needs someone to blame.

Not wanting to pick a fight, Lucy whirls around on her heel, wanting to run back into her house, but her legs feeling like lead beneath her, too heavy for her to move.

“Whoa, wait!” Natsu reacts quicker than anticipated. He scrambles forward, only a step behind her, and catches her by the wrist before she can get too far. “Lucy, wait!” She’s yanked around none too gently, but the pull on her arm is immediately forgotten when his hands come up to cradle her jaw, his head ducked down to meet her eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asks her, warm breath fanning across her face and mingling with hers.

She shivers against him, prompting him to pull her closer, but Lucy shakes her head.

Another laugh spills from her, but it sound more like a sob. Natsu flinches, leaning in so close that his nose nudges her cheek. “What’s wrong?” she asks him, forcing a watery smile onto her face. “I thought you were coming around because—” She chokes off, shaking her head rapidly.

Natsu goes rigid against her, torso pressed tight to hers so she can feel every muscle in his body tense. “Because I’m still in love with you,” he finishes for her, grip tightening on her jaw line, fingers pressing into her skin.

She worries her lip, unable to meet his eyes. “Like I said,” she murmurs, “stupid, right?”

His fingers tremble against her cheeks, as he tilts her head up to meet her eyes. “No,” he breathes against her, leaning in so that his nose bumps against hers. He swallows and she can hear it, can feel his nervous breath against her lips. “That’s not stupid at all.”

I Can Treat You Better – Part 2 | (Part 1)

Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW

Summary: I got a request to write a second part of this, so here it is! Daryl and the reader enjoy each other’s company after being intimate the night before. Luke comes home to find you have moved out and to find that Daryl has told you about him and Rosita.

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 7,809


You awoke to the sunshine beaming in on your face, through a crack in the curtain. You wince and groan a little, rolling over to try and fall back asleep. Suddenly, your hands hit hot skin and you looked down at the man lying next to you, his chest heavily breathing in and out underneath your hand. You smile to yourself, remembering the events of last night. You turn over on your stomach and place your head on his chest, closing your eyes and listening to him breathe in and out, his heart pounding strongly in the background. You place your hand, palm down on his skin, rubbing it back and forth a little, smiling at the sensation.

“Hey.” Daryl’s low growl escaped his lips, as he awoke to the feeling of your hands on him.

You smiled, looking up at him and resting your chin on his body.

“Hey.” You say back and lean up to kiss him, crashing your lips into his briefly.

You reach down and scratch his stomach, “You hungry?” You ask.

He nods, watching you intently. You smile and lean back down to kiss his cheek, you whisper in his ear.

“I’ll go make us some breakfast.” You smile at him one more time, grazing your hand down the side of his face, before getting up and gathering your clothes, from various parts of the bedroom. You put on your panties, reattach your bra, slide on your jeans, buttoning them shut, and sliding your shirt loosely back over your body. You notice Daryl watching you and you look away a little embarrassed, you were not used to someone who couldn’t take their eyes off of you. But apparently, Daryl couldn’t.

He rubbed his finger roughly across his lips as he watched you get dressed. Everything about you turned him on, the way you wiggled into your jeans, and roughly grasped on your skin, the way you bit your lip as you struggled to clasp your bra together, the way you haphazardly threw on your shirt, as if it didn’t even matter how it looked. Your static-cling hair flying all over the place, as you used your hands to smooth it down, trying to tame it. Daryl bit his lip, trying not to get turned on again, but you made it so hard. He watched you bounce out the door and down to the kitchen.

Daryl hears you rummaging around in the cupboards and pulling things out, slamming them on the table. He listened as you hummed to yourself happily. Daryl smiled at the sound. Having you here with him was something he never thought was even possible. But here you were and you apparently wanted him, much to Daryl’s surprise. 

Daryl tossed the blanket off of him and walked over to pick up his pants, he shoved his feet into them and pulled them up his body, tucking himself in, and buttoning them closed. He walked down stairs, with his bare chest breathing heavily, as he turned to watch you in the kitchen. He peered at you from around the corner. He watched as you cracked a couple of eggs into a bowl, swirling them around with a fork, scrambling them. You sang to yourself as you chopped up a pepper and some mushrooms that were on the counter. You threw it all together and tossed it in the frying pan, heated by some propane the town had on hand.

Daryl watched you humming to yourself and watched as your hips wiggled around on their own accord. Daryl wanted to have his hands on you and those hips so bad! He felt himself getting more and more turned on as you cooked breakfast, unaware you had an audience. Daryl decided to be brave, he popped his head around the corner, licking his lips, and began to stride slowly toward you, who was at the opposite side of the kitchen.

You notice him and smile happily when he enters the room. You notice the look in his eye and you bite your lip as he strides slowly over to you and positions his body right behind you, barely touching it. He lowers his lips to your neck and whispers quietly in your ear.

“Don’t let me interrupt you.” He grazes his fingertips ever so slightly to either side of your hips, slightly pressing into them with the tips of his fingers.

You continue to stir the eggs a few more times, before turning the burner off and setting the pan to the side. You slowly begin humming again and moving your hips side to side, ever so slightly grazing your ass across his cock, against his pants. You sway back and forth putting your hands up and behind you, leaning your head to the side, trying to find his mouth. You look up and back at him, still swaying back and forth, as his fingertips begin to roughly rub you down now.

“So sexy…” He growls and crashes his mouth into your as you reach for him behind you. His tongue sucks and swirls around yours harshly and with need, as his fingers begin to make their way up your stomach, rubbing hard, they make their way up to your bra and he shoves a hand underneath one of your cups, roughly massaging your breast underneath the fabric cage.

You cry out into his mouth, at his touch. He pulls his hand down, across your stomach, and shoves it into your pants, grasping your pussy for a moment. He growls when he feels how wet you are already.

“Damn.” He mutters and runs his fingers up and down your pussy outside your panties, making you cry out and shoot your head back in pleasure.

“Oh God, Yes!” You cry out, making him smile. He pulls his hand out and you snap your eyes back to him, whimpering a little.

He stands back and pulls you with him, away from the hot stove, he twirls you both around and your ass hits the kitchen table, as he slams you both into it. His eyes never move from yours. You jump onto the table and open your legs, pulling him into you, crashing your tongue into his mouth, and battle his tongue for dominance. You loved the feeling of his kiss, as he sucks and swirls around you, roughly.

He removed his lips from yours and began sucking and kissing you up and down the side of your neck, taking in your earlobe and sucking on it harshly.

“Oh, Daryl!” You cry out, massaging his hair blissfully.

He flicks his tongue around the earlobe before sucking on in again, he then crashed his lips onto the space behind your ear, sucking and swirling harshly. You cry out again, writhing into his body with your hips.

“I love how much you want me.” He whispers huskily in your ear, causing vibrations to run through your entire body, which was aching for every inch of him.

“I do.” You say breathlessly, in return. 

You rub your hand across his broad shoulders and down his back as his tongue explores your neck. You try and pull him closer into you, he notices your urgency and breaks his lips from your skin to lean back and smirk at you. He gently puts his hand on your sternum,  slowly pushes you back until you are lying flat on the table with your legs up and parted. He walks out from between your legs and walks over to above your head, looking down at you, upside down. You smile up at him, lovingly. He leans down and kisses you from the odd angle. His top teeth hit your bottom teeth and you immediately try to grab hold again of his tongue.

He chuckles a little into your mouth. “Hold up, girl. We got plenty of time.” He says lowly, detaching his lips from yours to stare down at you, and then crashes his lips to your neck, upside down, and sucks on your skin, making you moan so loud. He detaches his lips and his arms slide down your body, still peering at you from the odd angel. He smirks as his fingertips reach the bottom of your shirt, he slowly grazes his fingertips up your stomach, gripping the fabric along with them. He slowly pulls your t-shirt up toward him, you reach your arms up and sit up a little, helping him rip your shirt off your body.

He stares at you in just your bra and jeans, he licks his lips, walking slowly down the table, until he is at your feet, gazing up at you. He pulls off your sock, one by one, and tugs slightly at the bottom of your pants. You smile at him and slide your hands down your sides, and over your pants, unbuttoning them, and unzipping the hard metal strip that kept your body prisoner. He tugged again at your pants, harder this time. You lifted your ass up into the air, bracing your body with both hands on the table, feeling the denim fabric slide off you. He snaps the fabric a little, throwing it to the floor.

You stare down at him, putting your knee together and swaying them back and forth. You lick your lips, wishing they were on his bare chest, kissing him up and down his collarbone. Your hips sway your legs back and forth, and you slightly open your legs to him, reaching one foot out and placing it on his back, pulling him into you. 

He smiles down at you and allows you to pull him into your legs. He places his knee in between your legs, on the table. He climbs up onto the hard surface, placing both knees in between your legs, forcing them to open wider. 

He placed both of his muscular arms on either side of your head and slowly pressed his body down onto you. He pressed into your skin, all over, as his face descended onto yours, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, with more pressure than ever before, he was so hot for you. His tongue harshly thrashed around inside your mouth, he began to thrust over you, inside his jeans, moving his hips up and down against you. As he thrusted and thrashed his teeth hit yours, as he tried to keep your mouth captive against his.

You cry out in pleasure, loving the feel of his hips against you, and his caged cock rubbing your pussy up and down, over and over. You thrust your hips up into his, feeling him throb against you.

“Oh my god!” You cry out, feeling yourself begin to build up in excitement. He opens his eyes while kissing you and moves one of his hands down to your ass, followed by the other. He grips onto you, hard, and begins to move your hips slowly against his. He watches you, while swirling his tongue around yours, passionately. He grinds and thrusts into you, pulling you into him as hard as he can. You close your eyes and shoot your head back, forcing him out of your mouth.

“Yes! Right There!” You cry out, climaxing inside your panties, as his clothed cock ground into you over and over. He moaned at the sight of you cumming and crashed his lips down into the side of your neck, devouring your skin once more. He licked you up and down, before finding his way to your sweet spot behind your ear, sucking and swirling around, making you writhe into him again. 

He looked up at you, slightly moving to the side, allowing himself a full view of you. He detaches his lips from your skin, slowly tracing his index finger from the bottom of your chin, down your sternum, across your belly button, to the hem of your panties. He stares down at his finger, as it traces along the edge of the fabric, he slowly darts his hand inside, bring his fingers down along your folds. He thrusts one of his fingers inside you and growls at how wet you are, looking back up into your eyes.

“So fucking ready for me.” He says, thrusting another finger inside you, you cry out and arch your hips into him, “Daryl…” You moan out, uncontrollably, as he continues to fuck you with his fingers.

You reach behind your back and unclasp your bra, undoing the straps from your shoulders, ripping the fabric away, and tossing it to the floor. You stare at him, breathing heavily as his fingers move up to swirl around your clit. You bring your hands to your breasts and begin to massage yourself, loving the feel of him inside you. You close your eyes, enjoying every sensation.

Suddenly, you hear him growl lowly as he backs off the table to stand at the foot again. He grabs your panties and rips them off in one swift motion, his eyes never leaving yours. You watch as he unbuttons his black denim pants, you hear the zipper descend, and see him tug the pants down harshly, watching his long, hard cock pop up as he does. You continue to touch yourself, watching him stride back toward you, climbing back on the table. He slams your legs apart, crawling purposefully back in between them.

You pull his head back to you, already missing the feel of his lips on yours. You crash your tongue back into his mouth, loving the feeling of his tongue as it masterfully swirled around yours, making you moan into him. You can feel his cock throbbing on your leg, just inches away from your core. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer into you, feeling his dick harden in response. He looks at you as his tongue dances around yours, he detaches, pulling his head up and staring down at you.

“You ready for me?” He asked, grabbing his cock in one of his hands, rubbing is alongside your wet pussy.

“Yes! Please!” You cry out to him, pulling his mouth back into yours.

You feel his cock as he guides it up and down your folds a few more times before slowly entering you, he pushes long and slowly into you, reaching as far back as he could go. You groan in pleasure as he fills you, he was so fucking big. Your tongue swirls around his, faster, as you urge him to continue. He slides almost all the way out of you, before slowly stuffing himself inside you again, this time thrusting harshly at the end, making the table bounce a little, along with your bodies. You moan into his mouth, “Yes!!”

He slowly thrusts in and out of you, making the table creak and snap with each movement. You feel his cock inside of you, filling you, and making you feel so good. He makes sure to slam up and hit your clit with every thrust, making you cry out in pleasure each hit. You grind your hips up into his, trying to find his rhythm. Once you do, you cry out his name. feeling him deeper than ever before as you slam into each other, over and over.

He watches you as he fucks you, loving the sounds you made as he fucked you. He sucked harshly on your neck a few times as he slammed his cock in and out of you. He places his forehead on yours, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

“Cum for me baby.” He growled, resting his forearms on either side of your head, and slamming into you, picking up his pace. You thrust your hips faster, in return, feeling him hit your clit over and over. You loved his big cock slamming into you, you look into his eyes as he makes you feel so good. You bounce up and down with him, as his dick guides your bodies back and forth. Your nails dig into his back, pulling him closer into you, adding even more pressure.

“Yes! Baby!” You cry out, thrusting into him harder. He sees you are close so he takes one of his hands and reaches it down under your ass, lifting you harshly up into his hips fast and long. He slams into you over and over, pulling you up into him. You slam into him as his dick fucks you and you cry out, grinding into him slow and hard as you cum all over him. He continues to thrust you into him, as you cum. He leans back grabbing your ass with both hands and continues to fuck you, faster and harder.

“Fuck! Baby!” You groan, riding out your high, as he slams in and out of you.

You cry out, moving your hips into his, not wanting the feeling of him inside you to go away.

“Fuck, yes!” He growls as he slams his cock into you. He begins to move erratically, slamming his dick into you, watching as your body and breasts move up and down as he fucks you. He stares at you and harshly slaps your ass a few times, thrusting long and hard into you.

“Fuck!!!” He cries out, grabbing your hips into his harshly. You feel him shove himself into you, as hard as he could a few more times before you feel him explode inside of you, cumming hard. You cry out in pleasure at the feel of him exploding inside you, digging your heels into his back as hard as you can. He stays inside you for a minute, holding himself in you, loving the feeling of filling you. He slowly pulled out of you, lying on top of your body and taking your neck into his mouth again. He traced his lips up your cheek and found your mouth again, hungrily exploring it some more. You smiled into him, loving every way he made you feel.

After a while you get up off the table and begin to scavenge for your clothes on the floor, slipping back into your panties, and clasping your bra around you. He props his elbow up and looks at you with a sparkle in his eye, watching you do your little dance into your jeans and throwing your shirt over your head.

Daryl sighed, not wanting this moment to end, he got up and slammed is legs back into his black denim jeans, walking in to the living room to grab his vest from the floor by the couch, where you had tugged it off the night before. He smiled, remembering your first kisses, he swung into the vest and look back over at you, wiggling his eyebrow a little.

“We might need to go for a round two on this couch here…” He growled lowly and began to stride over to you, with lust in his eyes again. You walk into the living room meeting him in the middle. You press him into the back of the couch and slowly lick his upper lip, before plunging your tongue into his mouth, swirling around his tongue, making him moan out into you.

You are interrupted by a loud banging on the door. You groan, irritated. Daryl smiles and kisses your forehead, moving you by your hips, pushing you back into the couch. You stare at him, thinking of all the things you wanted his mouth to be doing to you right now.

“To be fucking continued.” He said lowly, fucking you with his eyes. You whimper, aching for him right then and there. Who the hell could that be? You ask yourself.

Daryl opens the door, stepping aside, and a worried Aaron walking into the house, walking down the hall, to find you in the living room. He steps over in front of you and you look at him a little worried.

“What is it Aaron?” You ask him.

“I just ran down here to tell you that Rick and his group are back from their run. Give you a heads up.” He said, glancing at Daryl and back to you pointedly.

“Thanks.” You say, your stomach suddenly feeling queasy.

You had been feeling so good with Daryl, all thoughts of Luke had left you, you completely forgot that you were going to have to deal with this.

Your heart starts pounding and you can feel it in your ears as you think about all the things you wanted to say. Suddenly, your anger returned as you thought about the months Rosita and Luke snuck around behind your back. You start pacing, letting your anger take hold, it was much better than giving him the satisfaction of you crying.

Daryl shook Aaron’s hand and said, “Thank You.” And Aaron headed back out and up the road, passing Luke as he did so.

“Hey, Man!” Luke loosely said with an easy grin, taking Aaron’s hand.

Aaron nodded, shook his hand quickly, and begin to walk back up the street.

Luke walked a couple more feet and then turned to head up the stairs of his front porch. He threw the door open and called out your name loudly, “Y/N?!” He wandered the house shouting out your name, you watched through the curtain in Daryl’s house as he wandered the halls looking for you. He stepped on the broken glass from a picture frame and picked up a picture looking at it quizzically. He called out again, running up to the bedroom, he was in there for a minute, and then we ran back down, into the kitchen where you had left a note. I’m Done. I hope she was worth it.

You watch as he picks up the note and sits down on the couch facing the window, he drops the note and puts his head in his hands. He begins to cry. You scoff. This asshole here, he cheats and now he is crying. Fucker. You say to yourself, your anger bubbling inside of you. You drop your eyes from him, closing the curtain again, grimace and look over at Daryl who has a hurt look on his face. He shifts his gaze from you and looks over into the kitchen, looking at the table he had just made love to you on. How could he be so stupid to think you didn’t still love that asshole, he thought to himself.

You walk over to him and look him in the eye, seeing the hurt look on his face.

“Daryl…” You say softly and kiss his cheek, he winces and moves his head back, trying not to look at you.

“I’m sorry.” You say, apologizing for hurting him. You kiss his cheek again and he does not move away, you kiss and swirl your tongue up his neck and to his ear.

“I only want you.” You say, kissing around his neck and up to his mouth, crashing your tongue into his. He moans and darts his tongue roughly around yours, using his hands to grab you by the hips and spin you around, backing your ass into the back of the couch. He leans into you, putting pressure on every inch of you, as he fucks your mouth his tongue. You moan out as he grabs your hair and pulls you out of his mouth.

“From now on, you aren’t anyone else’s but mine.” He says roughly and grabs the side of your ass, pulling you into him, thrusting his tongue inside your mouth again. You cry out into him as your tongues dance around each other and your hands pull his body into you.

Suddenly, you hear another knock on the door.

“Fuck!” You say, complaining to yourself. “Who the fuck could that be now? Get rid of them!” You say to him, whining, and he smirks and licks his lips, smacking your ass again.

He walks over to the door and freezes a little, he does not move out of the way, he grunts and says hello to whoever is on the other side of the door.

“Hey, man…” You hear Luke’s voice and you straighten up, anxiously looking toward the door, your stomach in knots.

“I was just wondering, you haven’t by chance seen Y/N around have you? I’m trying to find her…” Nick trails off, he never could talk to Daryl without cowering, you smirked to yourself.

“Nah. Man.” Daryl replies shortly, blocking the man’s entrance to his home.

Luke rambles on, “Okay, man cool… well listen if you-“

Suddenly, you slam the door open the rest of the way, showing your face to the cheater that broke your heart.

“What is it Luke?” You ask angrily, Daryl backs away, but stays just a few feet behind you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?… Never mind. Listen, baby, we need to talk!” He said pleading with you and looking worriedly at Daryl.

“No actually we don’t. Why don’t you go talk to Rosita.” You say gritting your teeth as you said her name.

“Baby. I didn’t mean to. I don’t know what I was thinking!” He stammered and you stomped out of the house, past him, bumping him on the shoulder as you walk out onto the front porch. Daryl steps into the doorway, watching you seethe.

“Was she good Luke? Was she worth ending what we had? I knew there was something going on, but I never thought you’d actually cheat on me.” You say storming circles around him.

“I know! I can’t believe I did it either! I just couldn’t help myself…” You laugh at him.

“Wait. How did you even know?“ He asks.

Your eyes dart to Daryl for a minute and Luke turns to Daryl.

“What the fuck man??!” He says to Daryl, in his anger, pushing Daryl a little on the chest. Daryl step forward slowly, puffing his chest out toward Luke.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” Daryl growled, warning the man.

Luke laughed feeling the adrenaline pump through his body, “Or what?” Luke taunted pushing at Daryl’s chest again.

Daryl quickly pulled his arm back and released it, punching Luke in the face. Luke fell to the ground with a groan.

“What the fuck man?” He cried out, grabbing his face with his hands.

“Told you.” Daryl said and stepped back into the doorway, crossing his arms.

You rush over to Luke, worriedly looking at his face, before looking at Daryl.

“Jesus! You didn’t have to hurt him!” You cry out to Daryl, who stares angrily at you, he huffs his chest in and out a few times, never taking his eyes off you.

“While you sit around and play nurse, guess I’ll go hunt and see if I can find some damn food… Have fun.” He looks at you, with hurt in his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted you.

He grabs his crossbow off the porch, where he had left it yesterday, and slings it around his shoulder. He walks past you and Luke.

“Daryl, wait-“ You stand up and reach out to touch his shoulder, he flinches, knocking your touch away.

“Get off me, Y/N.” He growls, tightening his jaw and looking at you sideways. You were surprised at how quickly this man’s gaze went from admiration to hate. You yelled at yourself inside your head, you shouldn’t have reacted to him punching Luke, but you didn’t want anyone to get hurt. Maybe that was no longer a possibility. You watched as Daryl stormed off down the road and toward the gate, emanating rage.

You sighed and looked down at a still frightened Luke, you smirked and lowered your hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you home and look at the damage.” Luke looks up gratefully at you and grabs your hand, allowing you to pull him up.

You walk over to the house next to Daryl’s, the one you two used to share together, you lead Luke into your old kitchen, pulling a chair out for him to sit on. He plops down and you grab a washcloth, slowly running it under the sink and immersing it with cold water. You bring the cloth over to where Luke is sitting and press it down over his left eye. He cries out in pain, causing you to smile a little.

 “Oh quit being a baby. It’s just a black eye.” You tease him, holding the pressure. You take his hand into yours and pull it up and over onto the cloth, replacing your own hand with his own.

You step back and begin to walk out into the hallway, back towards the door.

“Wait, Y/N!” Luke calls out. You stop and turn around, looking at him.

“Can’t we talk about this?” He asks, staring at you with his one good eye.

“There is really nothing left to say Luke.” You stare at him, hurt coming through in your voice. You walk back over and caress the side of his face once with the back of your hand.

“I will always be grateful for what we had. But now… It’s just… over. It just is. And I think it has been over for a while now, I just didn’t know.” You say looking down at him, you allow yourself to softly smile at him quickly, before pursing your lips again.

“I’m just… over you.” You say simply, realizing this is the truth, you smile feeling the urge to run after Daryl.

“I gotta go.” You say, shortly smiling at Luke, before darting out of the door.

Your feet slam down the steps of your old home and onto the pavement, you hear them hit back and forth onto the surface as you run down the road. You pass Aaron who’s head snaps up as you ran  past him, he follows your rushing body with his eyes, he smiles to himself, seeing the look of happiness spread across your lips. You start to breathe heavily as your heart pumps it’s adrenaline through your body.

You run all the way up to the front gate, you see Daryl from behind as he slowly strides up to the gate, about to glance up and ask Abraham to unlock the door for him.

“Daryl!” You cry out, exhausted from your sprint, you put your hands on your knees, trying to regain your composure.

Daryl turns around slowly and looks at you, still pissed.

“What you want?” He asked lowly, averting his gaze from Abraham’s intrigued eyes.

“I want you, Daryl.” You say in between heavy breathes. You straighten yourself up and walk towards him, putting your hand on the side of his face, caressing it with your fingers.

“I’m sorry about that before. Please, don’t leave.” You say, begging him with love in your eyes. “I just want you.” You say, staring at him helplessly, you looked at him worriedly, not sure he would forgive you.

He stared at you, trying to gauge whether or not you were serious, when your look of worry just intensified, he let out a deep breath and relaxed his face, smirking at you a little.

“Okay.” He said, nodding at you, you felt his hand drop, reach around and scoop your fingers into his own.

“Let’s go home.” He placed his forehead on yours, stared into your eyes, and dove his mouth onto yours for a quick kiss. You closed your eyes at the feel of his lips on yours, you nod in urgency, turning and allowing him to pull you by the hand back down the street. You couldn’t wait to feel him all over you again, you had never wanted anyone more.

Luke squinted out his one good eye as he watched Daryl lead you down the street and back up the stairs into his house, slamming the door. Suddenly, Luke realized the entire truth. He angrily hit his fist against the wall on his house and slammed his door. He was no match for Daryl and he knew it. Luke slumped down into his couch, staring at the broken pictures of the two of you scattered all across the floor. He picked one up and stared at it, how stupid he had been to think he could never lose her. How stupid he had been. He sat in his misery, trying not to think about what was happening in the house across from him.

Luke looked over into Daryl’s living room window and saw you up against him, kissing his mouth hungrily. He watched as Daryl backed you into the window slightly. Removing one of his hands from your back to the side, tugging on the curtain. Daryl looked out the window, with his tongue still swirling around in your mouth. Daryl’s eyes find Luke’s as he sits across from Daryl’s window. Daryl lifts his hand up and flips Luke off from behind your back, before tugging the large curtain closed. You both disappear from Luke’s view and he drops his head to stare at your picture again.

You suck and swirl your tongue around Daryl’s fast and with urgency, he pulls you away from the window, spins you around and slams you back onto the couch. You open your legs to him, giggling in anticipation as he crashes his lips down onto your neck harshly, he uses his hands to spread your legs apart, kneeling in between them and pressing his chest to yours, as he harshly sucks and swirls on your skin.

“Yes, Daryl! Baby, you feel so good!” You commend him, crying out to him in pleasure.

He trails his tongue up your neck, your ear, and over to your cheek, where he slides it across your jawline and darts it back into your awaiting mouth. You pull him into you, using your hands, pushing his back harshly your way. You reach your fingers around placing them on his stomach, slowly grazing us his chest, you slid them under his vest, on to his shoulders, slowly pushing the leather fabric down off his arms. He drops his hands to the side and allows you to pull the vest off him. You moan, detaching your lips from his to look down at his broad chest. You rub your hands over his shoulders, to his pecs, and down his stomach. You slowly rub right below his belly button, tracing your hand along the waistline of his pants.

He groans at the feel of you so close to his dick, he grabs your hand and forces it onto his hard cock, rubbing your hand over his pants. You lick your lips and feel yourself get wet as you feel him throb under your palm.

“Mmmm…. That feels so good.” He groaned out as your hand places more pressure onto him.

You smiled at the sound of his pleasure. You lift your hands from him and stand up, pulling him up with you, you place your fingers on his hips and turn you both around, so that he is now the one with his back to the couch. You quickly move your hands down your shirt, and begin to pull up on the bottom hem, lifting it up and over your head. You move your fingers down and unbutton your pants, you unzip and shimmy out of them, kicking them erratically to the side. You slide your socks off and reach behind your back, unclasping your bra and ripping it off of you, revealing your hard nipples. Daryl licks his lips and stares at you as you slide your fingers in between the sides of your panties and tug them down your legs, kicking out of them, leaving them on the floor.

He is standing there frozen in his arousal, as he watches you shed your clothes. You smile at him as you move your naked body into him, your breasts heaving up and down against the bare skin on his chest. You look up at him as you snake your hands down to his hips, tracing your hands toward the button in the front. He growls and grabs your head with both of his two big hands, shoving his tongue into your mouth, devouring every inch of it. Your fingers unbutton his pants and pull the zipper down. You break away from his lips and bend down, tugging his jeans off him with one swift move. You look at his erect cock that pops out in front of your face. You smile noticing how hard he was already.

You hand reaches up and slowly traces its fingertips up and down his shaft, making it grow even more at the slight touch. He groans, closing his eyes, trying to feel every moment as purely as he could. Your fingers traced him up and down a few more times before grasping and gripping him tightly, roughly moving your hand up and down his cock. You slowly move your hand up and hold him near his tip, you bring your lips to his cock and lightly swirl your tongue around a couple of times. You feel him buck into you as you do this. You swirl a few more times before slowly jamming his dick down your throat until it his the back of your mouth. You hold him inside your mouth for a moment before slowly bobbing back up and releasing his cock.

“Fuck Y/N!” Daryl whimpers a little, looking down at you, disappointed in the loss of contact.

You grin and stare at him as you shove his cock back into your mouth, this time bobbing up and down roughly, over and over, watching as he came undone above you. He cried out and moaned in ways you had not heard yet, as your mouth fucked his cock. You swirled around his tip again, shoving his cock back down into your throat, while your hand wrapped tightly around his base, pumping him up and down. You could taste him already as he became wetter inside you, nearly ready to cum right then and there.

“Fuck, yes!!” He cried out, grabbing your hair harshly, pushing you into him, as he bucked into you. You sucked and swirled faster as he bucking into you, you push his cock down into your throat, over and over, tasting how sweet he was. He grabbed your head harder and slammed into your mouth, faster and faster, until you felt him explode into your throat.

You moan out in pleasure, as you swallow every bit of his explosion, happily loving every drop. You lap his shaft up and down slowly, making sure to get every bit you can find.

“Oh fuck! Y/N!” He whimpers again, as you lick him clean, he rubs your hair feverishly, as a way of saying that he fucking loved your throat around him.

You remove him from your mouth and smile up at him, kneeling in front of him. He stares down at you, doing all kinds of dirty things to you in his head. He fucking loved what you did to him. He breathes heavily for a minute before reaching his hand down toward you. You take it and allow him to pull you up. He stares at you, looking your naked body up and down, going over the image of you swallowing him over and over again in his head. He bites his lip and pulls you into his, causing your nipples to his against his chest in one harsh motion. He slams his mouth back into you, clanking your teeth a little bit at his urgency. He sucks and kisses you passionately, as he begins to move his hands all over your body, he brings them up your back, to your sides, and to the front of you. He rubs your stomach before caressing up to your breasts, you feel both of his hands grip your breasts roughly and he starts rubbing them in circular motion, stopping to take your nipples in his fingertips here and there.

You moan out into his mouth, letting him know you loved his touch on you. You pull him into you, trying to gain more access to him, you can feel him starting to get hard again, as his hands rub and swirl around on your skin. You feel one of his hands rub down your stomach and playfully dance down your clit, to your folds. His index finger lightly traces the outside of your pussy, which is soaking wet, awaiting his cock.

He growls into your mouth when he feels how wet you are. He says nothing, but breaks his lips away from yours, taking his hands off you. You whimper in response, watching him stride over to the farthest facing wall of the room. His hand crashes against the small table against the wall and you watch as he throws everything on the table to the floor. He turns back around, looking at you, he nods to the table.

“Get over here.” He commands and you quickly walk over to him, he slams you’re a back into the wall, above the table, he nudges your legs to the side, as he slams you into the wall, simultaneously causing your ass to crash onto the table. You bite your lip, feeling more turned on by his dominance than even you’d like to admit to yourself.

He stares at you and you feel like his eyes are lasers, burning right through you, as if he could see all the dirty thoughts that flowed through your mind, for him. He pushed his naked body through your open legs and you saw him grab his cock in his hand, it was throbbing for you so bad. He pumped himself a couple of times, making you want to touch yourself, your hand went over to your breasts and you began to pinch yourself harshly, watching him get ready to be inside you.

He noticed you playing with yourself and growled, licking his lip, “Ready or not… Here I come baby.” He said and harshly thrust his big cock inside you, you were so wet for him, you cried out in pleasure as he entered you, wrapping your legs around his back and pulling him into you.

He pulled all the way out and pushed back into you, long and hard, thrusting you and the table into the wall as he did. You heard the wooden surface slam back loudly. He began to slam into you over and over, each time slamming your ass and the table against the wall. He leaned back as he slammed into you, he watched as you screamed out in pleasure, thrusting your hips up to meet his. He watched your breasts bounce around and your head hit the wall as his cock fucked you over and over.

“You like that, baby?” He asks, while he is fucking you.

You nod your head, as it slams back into the wall, again and again, “Yes, Baby! Fuck Yes!” You cry out, slamming your hips into his.

He whimpers a little at the sight of you crying out and slams his mouth back into yours, needing to feel your tongue around him again. His hands reach down and grab the sides of your ass, helping your hips finding his pace. Soon you are bouncing and slamming into each other in perfect sync, as he cock thrusts in and out of you, hitting your clit with pressure with each motion. He pulls your hips harshly into him, forcing you to grind into him harder than you have ever experienced. Your head shoots back in pleasure as he grinds into your clit, while filling every inch of you. You writhe and buck into him, needing to feel more.

“Harder, Baby! Harder!” You cry out and he complies. He lifts your ass under his big strong arms, lifting you off the table and pushing you onto his cock, hard. He thrusts into you, pulling your body into his over and over, fucking you as hard as you ever have been fucked. He presses into your clit, thrusting into you harshly and long. He feels you begin to slow your breathing, he see that you are so close. He picks up his pace and you two start bouncing against the wall again, the table grinds and moans underneath you two, as you thrust onto his dick over and over, faster and faster.

“Yes! Right there! Fuck, yes!!” You cry out as he slams you into the wall, harshly slamming over your clit. He feels you cum around him and pins you to the wall, putting pressure on your pussy as you ride out your high, bucking into him. He felt so fucking good inside you! You press into him, still climaxing, you buck your hips into him and look into his eyes.

“Cum inside me baby.” You say, whimpering at him a little.

He nods and starts to thrust in and out of you again, he slaps your ass as he picks up his pace, you thrust up into him, helping him go deeper into you. He watches as you grind on his cock and bounce into the wall and then into him. He slams into you slow and hard, and then picks up his pace again, as he starts to go wild all over you. He slams into you, as your head heads the wall repeatedly. You cry out in pleasure, feeling his big cock fucking you.

“Fuck, yes, baby! I’m close!” He cried out watching himself fuck you, you cry out in pleasure, hearing your body’s slam together.

He puts one arm against the wall and one remains under your ass. He slams into you, pulling your hips onto him harsh and fast. He hits you over and over, fucking you into the wall.

“Fuck, yeah!!” He cries out as he cums inside you, still slamming you harshly into the wall. You feel every inch of him explode into you and you cry out to him, pulling his mouth back into yours, devouring his tongue. He roughly swirls around your mouth, cumming into you, he moans in bliss at the feel of his release and your tongue around his. He holds himself inside you, thrusting into you a couple more times, causing you to groan in pleasure, he exists you, and continues to kiss you up against the wall.

He breaks away after a few moments, staring down at you, and placing his hand on your cheek. He looks into your eyes, stroking your face.

“You ain’t nobody’s but mine… from now on.” He says to you, caressing your skin softly.

You smile and lean your forehead onto his.

“Nobody’s but yours.” You agree, looking down and watching your hands rub his chest wildly. You were already on fire again, aching for him again. You look back up into his eyes and pull his lips back to yours.

birthmark // kaneki x touka

i managed to squeeze out a (v small) fic for may :’) inspired BY THE BEAUTIFUL TG:RE:125. I STILL. CAN’T BELIEVE IT.

i hope!! you’re having!! a great day!!! ☀

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It would be a lie to say he hadn’t imagined something like this before.

But, it wouldn’t necessarily be the truth either.

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anonymous asked:

Here's a thought: Lance although cocky about his looks is low key self conscious of himself so Keith gives him little butterfly kisses all over while telling him why he's beautiful and special.

Lance has a strict skin care routine, and he wouldn’t let menial things like living in a ten thousand years old alien castle ruin it for him.

He’s found things that suggest alteans too care about their beauty, and skillfully used his resources to put up a fight against dry skin and dirt. The fact that he also found a literal giant bathroom full of cosmetic products inside the Castle helped, too.

Keith, actually, couldn’t care less about all that. He’ll wash himself if needed, and that’s it. But it’s nice to bathe with Lance, and to feel gentle fingers applying masks on his cheeks, touching the slope of his nose, slow and wondering, even if Lance sometimes likes to call him “greasy boy” and makes him wash his hands in weird occasions.

Lance also doesn’t talk about his problems, if he specifically doesn’t have to address them, but Keith is more observant than you’d give him credit for.

The baths are already enough of a telltale - because for all his boasting, Lance seems to be unable to look at him, keeping his mouth stretched in a big grin and his eyes downcast, his stance weirdly rigid and the pitch of his tone a little off. Only when they’re fully submerged he seems to gain back his ability to snark him to death and Keith is glad, but piqued.

He brings it up on one of the night where Lance is loose, and happy, talking a mile a minute in that chatty, endearing way of his, making every dumb topic seem vastly more interesting and exciting than it should really be. In one of their bored strolls through the Castle, they found a room with glass walls, overlooking the immensity of the universe around them, and now they come here late at night (they think it’s night, anyway) to watch the stars. It’s cheesy, but whatever.

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Translation: One last note about Noragami Chapter 73

This is something I realized that I had neglected to mention in the summary but felt that it needed further explanation.  In the first panel, Yato is making “Hoshigaki”, which is considered a delicacy in Japan.  They are dried persimmons that have been massaged (yes, massaged) for over a month until they form a sweet, sugary skin.  Because of the time and effort that goes into making these, they sell for a lot of money.  Once again, we are reminded that Yato has a wide range of unique and very marketable skills (even Yukine is impressed here, saying he has the wisdom of an old man).  Basically, the author keeps sneaking in little reminders here and there that, despite what Yato thinks, he is good at more than just killing.

Love Potion

Day One

8:24 AM

This is so not worth the hundred bucks I’m getting paid to do this. I hate you Gus. I fucking hate you. Now for the serious part of this ‘scientific’ journal.

My name is Brian Vance. I’m seventeen years old and a junior in high school. I’m a virgin (is this really necessary Gus) and I’ve never been on a date in my life. The closest I got to a date was to asking my eighth grade crush on a date. She said yes, but stood me up. Who’s surprised?

Gus Katsoros is the 'scientist’ who concocted the 'Love Potion’. It comes in a cologne and drinkable form, supposedly helps you secrete natural pheromones to attract the opposite sex. I am one of three guys using both the cologne and the drink. I will be using the cologne and drinking one ounce of the Love Potion before I go to school, and at night will be drinking another ounce of the Love Potion before I go to bed. I’ll be doing that, now.

Ugh! Gus. If you’re going to label something a 'Love Potion’, don’t make it taste like mud. For the final product, for the love of god, add some honey or sugar. Hell, high fructose corn syrup, whatever gets the job done! Just don’t. Make it taste like dirt. The cologne ain’t so bad though. Smells like it tastes, which it makes a much better scent than taste. Off to school.

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Steve Rogers and the Father-In-Law of Doom *x Reader* 1/5

Originally posted by mebeingbored1

Summary: Your whirlwind relationship to engagement with Steve Rogers, left little time to meet family members. With yours and his work, it left little free time, till now. Chicago, where your father resides. Dr Henry Walton Jones Jr and Steve Rogers go way back. 
Characters: Steve Rogers, Indiana Jones, Sam Wilson, Howard Stark, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Clint Barton and Natasha Romanoff
Pairing: Steve x Reader

Note: This was inspired when I watched Indiana Jones, the first movie was set during WW2 and figured, he’d know Peggy and stuff if universes collided. I’ve had to change Indy’s age a bit, to fit with Marvel universe, so things are kind off. Don’t question it too much, go with it. - Rosalee

We all have @juliagolia87 to thank for this!

Chapter One

Exactly six months ago your life had changed for the better. Some would call this a whirlwind romance, a fleeting moment of passion, not you, this was something you were holding onto with every fibre of your being. So, it’s happening faster than normal romances, you’ve read romance novels that were only 268 pages long and had much more happen in them than what you’re currently going through.

You had met Steve, your now fiance, at a Stark Gala back in the spring. You were introduced by Tony, knowing you’d both have some things in common; it was meant to be a joke but it turned out for the best, for everyone. You’re an archaeologist, in the short term, you like looking at the study of human activity through the years. In Tony’s terms, a lot of old cool shit, hence the joke. Steve, on a whim, asked for your number and you happily gave it to him, you didn’t hear from him till a week later, mind you. Since the first date it kind of cannonballed, you had moved in with him after three months and by the fifth month, he had proposed.

There was essentially nothing stopping you both from just getting married as soon as possible.

Except for your dad.

During your relationship, due to him with Avenger commitments and you travelling the globe for your work, you hadn’t exactly had the time to tell your dad you were in a relationship let alone engaged. You had no doubt that they wouldn’t get along, it’s just that, your father is a hardass. If Steve isn’t good enough, to him, then he would make it known and wouldn’t approve… and guess what, that’s what Stevie wants. Approval.

“I understand us going but them? I don’t get,” You nodded to Tony, Clint, Sam, Bucky and Natasha piling into the van also. “This is meant to be you getting to know my father, not a vacation for the Avengers.”

Steve sighed gently as he got into the passenger seat. “Tony insisted on tagging along, Bucky doesn’t like being without me and the rest, I guess vacation.”

You let out a small sigh and decide to not question it further, hopefully, the added moral support will help calm your nerves. You drive to Chicago, where your father resides, currently. It’s a long, horrible, tedious drive but you make it. He lives just outside of Chicago, actually in, Blue Island, on Grove Street, Illinois.

You pulled up to his house, smiling as you stepped out, it had been a while since you last saw your dad. Steve takes hold of your hand as he looks directly at the red painted house, a timid smile of his own. You could hear yelling from the backyard, glancing at the others with a grin, you nod from them to follow as you walk to the side gate. Your older brother’s voice, plus the stern one of your father through the old wooden gate. You unlatched it, letting go of Steve’s hand and pushing it open to reveal the small yard, a BBQ trying to be set-up by the Jones’ men.

Steve followed behind you, nerves erupting in his stomach at the disciplinary voice, it had an edge of familiarity to it but he tends to hear that tone in his own voice. The yard was small, not too small, well-kept grass that must be fake. His eyes drifted to the two men, an older gentleman and one not a few years younger than Sam. Dark hair and black leather jacket, he looked a little like you except, well, a man.

His eyes drifted to your dad and Steve frowned.

He knows him, well, knew him. His blood ran cold the more he looked at him, the colour draining from his face, if there was one person that scared both, Steve and Bucky, it was your dad.

London, England: 1941

“What do we know about this tesseract?” Steve asked Colonel Phillips, staring at the map he had accurately pinpointed the Hydra bases.

He received a long sigh. “Not a lot, virtually nothing, Stark and his team are still running tests,” his stern voice as he looks over files that Lieutenant Lorraine brought over.

“Stark actually has called in a favour to a friend who may know a little more on the Tesseract.” Agent Carter smiled at Steve, who nodded back, “He’s here now, best if we meet him before he runs off.”

Steve and Colonel Phillips follow Peggy through the S.S.R base. Being led to where Stark does most of his experiments, his team all bustling around the area, papers flying around and off the tables to the ground when someone walks past. Steve frowns when he sees Bucky walking towards him, raising an eyebrow in question to his best friend.

“Stark, had some tech for the guys to look at but they’re all too drunk to look at it,” Bucky shrugged as he shoved his hands into his missions pants, he hadn’t changed out of them since yesterday when they returned from taking out a Hydra base. “Why are you here?” Bucky muttered.

“Howard has some guy coming in to talk about the Tesseract!” Steve shrugged lightly and nodded to where Peggy and Phillips had walked over to; the soldiers following shortly behind.

Once walking to the table there are old parchment papers with cryptic writing; images of the Tesseract also. Steve’s eyes glance up to the man who is stood beside Howard, also dressed in Military uniform, a bright smirk upon his face as he shakes Peggy’s hand. He looked roughly the same age as Steve, maybe a little younger. Dark sandy hair, tanned skin from being out in the sun a little too long, must be part of his work. 

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“Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes, meet Doctor Indiana Jones.” Howard smiles, Steve raises an eyebrow at the name but shakes the man’s hand nonetheless. “World’s greatest Archaeologists.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Steve smiles at the man who nods. “Airforce?” He looks over the uniform on the man in question.

Indiana chuckles, “No, I had this from a job I did over in North-America and thought, I’d fit in better here if I wore this. I’m usually more casual than this,” Steve nods awkwardly.

“Doctor Jones, what do you know about this Tesseract?” Colonel Phillips asks looking at the papers on the table, picking one up and looking it over till it’s plucked out of his hands, he gives an unruffled look to Indiana.

Indiana puts the paper he’s holding down, “These papers are thousands of years old,” he states to Phillips with a unimpressible look. ”There’s only mythology on the Tesseract, up until now it was all legend and myth, much like everything else.” Everyone listened intently to Jones. “It was created by these four beings,” he moved a piece of old cloth that had drawings of four, tall, figures with the Tesseract above them. “It then came into contact with what Norse mythology calls, Odin, their God, of such. He brought it down to Earth and left it here; its energy sustained their lands and helped their warriors, so it’s told. Now it’s being found in a Church up in Tønsberg,” Indiana shrugged and crossed his arms.

“Is there anything else we should know?” Peggy asked.

“Yeah, you should have left it in that Church!” He bitterly remarks, “It’s power, whatever it is, only brought destruction to Vikings that wanted to find it. It shouldn’t be looked or touched by men,” he was already packing up his papers into a brown, old briefcase, the initials ‘H.W.J.JR.’ inscribed onto a gold band.

Colonel Phillips and Peggy left to go over the new information, Indiana had already given his best opinion to Howard about the power of the Tesseract provides to the weapons Hydra have. Bucky raised his eyebrows as Steve walked over to Indiana who was clipping his case up, also giving a questioning look to Steve who stands beside him.

“What exactly is it you do?” Steve questioned as Bucky sighed, shaking his head at his friend’s curiosity.

“You heard Stark, Archeologist,” Indiana repeated with a nonchalant look to Steve. “What’s it to you?”

“I just- I just think you know more about the Tesseract than you have admitted,” Steve shrugged with one shoulder, trying not to show how intimidated he suddenly is.

Indiana narrowed his eyes at Captain America. “Listen, I’ve given you all the information you need to know, there are some things about that cube that are better left unsaid. You got it, spright?”

Steve nodded instead of answering, Indiana sarcastically grinned and gave a half glare to Barnes who instantly looked away, something about Indiana made both of the men feel a little uneasy. 

It didn’t help with the fact, Howard insisted that he stayed a little longer and help, meaning Steve saw Indiana a few times in the base. Each, and every time, it was just as awkward and intimidating as the last. He overheard Indiana talk of his expeditions, his adventures and the people he encountered along the way, it was safe to say; Indiana Jones was a man that no one should mess with, not even Nazi’s.

Present Day

“Engaged?” the enraged voice pulled Steve from his thoughts and back to reality, “Engaged! Are you hearing this Mutt?” your dad asked with disbelief to your brother who only shrugged as a response to him. “Why am I only just hearing about this?”

You sighed gently, “Dad, I’ve been busy and so has he, it kind of just happened.” You tried to explain but only received a cold stare back from your father. “Please, be nice. He’s really nervous,” you grab your dad’s hand in the hopes of reassuring him or calming him down, it didn’t work, he only grumbled.

Lightly pulling your dad to the group that awaited you noticed Steve and Bucky’s wide eyes, almost shock-horror, you frowned but looked at your dad who was already nodding at Stark; your dad knew the Starks, it’s how you and Tony are friends, grew up with one another.

“Dad, these are my friends, guys this is my dad, Henry Walton Jones Junior.” Your dad stiffly nodded at them all, eyes sweeping the line before stopping on Steve and Bucky, he didn’t look shocked but you noticed his fists clench. “Dad, this is Steve-”

“Don’t you say it.”

“-My fiance,” you finished with a frown as he yelled ‘Goddammit’ into the air. “What’s wrong?” You look to Steve who looked slightly terrified and flustered.

Your dad huffed, “Him? Really? You’ve been in a relationship with Captain Fucking America?” You nodded, “he’s older than I am, almost.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady!”

“I met your dad back during the war, he helped, gave information about the Tesseract,” Steve mutters to you and you sigh gently; your dad hadn’t changed much since his youth, still a hardass and stubborn idiot, no wonder Steve looks terrified, probably thinks your dad is gonna gut him. “It’s nice to see you again, Doctor-” Steve turns back to your dad who is marching down the end of the yard towards the shed, you widen your eyes.

“Oh no.” You breathe and run after him, your brother chuckling to himself as he stands back and watches your dad unlock the shed. “Dad, get out here, right now.” You yell from the other side of the old, worn, door.

Shuffling and banging happens before the door is shoved open, “I just had to get somethin’” Your dad appears holding a gun, specifically, a shotgun in his hands and an untroubled look on his face. “I hear, he can survive a bullet wound, let’s see if he can withstand a Mossberg 590 special purpose shotgun blow.” He racks the slide of the shotgun.

Originally posted by thefirthy0ne

“You can’t kill him!” You stress to your father.

“I’m not gonna kill him,” he exhales, “I’m gonna maim him.” He steps around you swiftly and you groan, turning and walking slightly behind him, glaring as Tony and your brother laugh on the sidelines.

You stand in front of Steve who is currently edging himself behind Bucky, “Dad, stop right now. Put down the gun, you’re gonna hurt, someone.”

“That’s the point of the gun, sweetie.” He dismisses you, his eyes dead set on Steve, he lowers the gun when he looks into your E/C eyes, looking just like your mothers when she was angry at him.

You take the gun and pass it to Natasha, “if you don’t behave I’ll leave.” You warn to him and his eyes soften and nod once.

“You’re here now, me and you will discuss this later but I don’t approve of him, he knows that and my mind ain’t changing.” You sigh as he walks around you.

He passes Steve and Bucky, giving them both glares before walking through the sliding back door, not even sparing another glance to you or anyone. 

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Adrien's First Sleepover

Aka how Chat Noir got adopted by like half the class (and yet more evidence why I need to stop these headcanon posts).

So! Chat’s been visiting Marinette a lot. Her place is warm and friendly and has food, and like any stray cat you couldn’t pry him away with a crowbar.
Unfortunately, Adrien’s been out of town all week due to work stuff with his father.
He’s DYING without his croissants. Poor kitty is skin and bones over here (not really, the little drama queen).
The girls have been planning a class slumber party for all the girls in said class all week.
Even Chloe and Sabrina end up invited (Chloe’s been slowly getting better and they’ve promised to behave).
Marinette’s is picked because (near) unlimited bakery leftovers for snacks.
Adrien gets back late Friday, so he does not know any of this.
Like 7 seconds after Nathalie shuts his door, he’s transformed and out the window.
Marinette had told him that he was always welcome as long as her roof hatch was open.
With eight girls in her room Marinette has all the windows and her roof hatch open to let in air. Hey, it gets warm with that many people.
So every girl in the class is lounging around watching Marinette kick Alix’s ass at UMS when suddenly Chat Noir hops down through the roof hatch.
Girls freeze.
Chat freezes.
Alya nearly self-combusts.
Marinette is distracted by the game and not thinking straight so she just calls over “Croissants are on the desk, Chaton.” Without looking away from the game.
Marinette freezes.
Alya looks like her birthday just came early.
Rose is the one to drag Chat into the slumber party because she loves everyone and everybody knows that Chat is a walking cinnamon roll. Yes, Chat, all of Paris. Ladybug’s the tough one, you’re the adorable one.
Chat’s pouting lasts up until someone passes him food.
The girls are a little impressed (Alix, Juleka, Alya) or a little horrified (Rose, Mylene, Sabrina, Chloe) at how quickly he can wolf down food.
Mylene blurts out “Don’t you get to eat?!”
It hits them all just how THIN he is.
“Well, yeah, but I have to stay thin for work, so they monitor my diet, but they don’t know about the whole superhero thing. Marinette’s been feeding me, though!”
Even Chloe is horrified.
Then Chat goes “I’m sorry for interrupting your slumber party. Um, this is one, right? I mean, I’ve only ever seen them on TV and stuff…”
And it comes out that the poor kitty only ever had one friend until recently when he was able to make more, and he grew up having to do lots of extra stuff to please his parents and didn’t get to go to public school.
Chat keeps out the specifics, after all Alya is sitting RIGHT THERE.
Alya wouldn’t dream of putting this on the Ladyblog, though. Because it’s hitting them all that Chat Noir very likely has a shitty home life and yet he’s still out there near daily saving their butts.
Unanimous silent decision is made.
Chat is dragged into all of their activities and gets to enjoy his first ever slumber party with his classmates.
And after that each time he visits Marinette there’s at least one little gift waiting for him from one of his classmates.
And they say hi and try to buy him food or at least make his day a little better each time they see him out and about.
And Adrien is just over here thinking his classmates are the BEST PEOPLE EVER.

And that is how Chat Noir got adopted by half his class.

First time someone in school put down Chat Noir after that, they suddenly had eight FURIOUS young women looming over them, with Marinette in the front.

Chat Noir Protection Squad.