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I Can Treat You Better | (Part 2)

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

Summary: Another request, hope I do it justice. :) Daryl has feelings for the reader and has had to watch the reader be treated badly by her boyfriend for months. When the reader’s boyfriend is out on a run, Daryl makes his feelings known. Pre-Negan Era. Set in Alexandria. Smut AF.

Warnings: Smutty, Smutness

Word Count: 8,963

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Daryl watched as you sadly waved goodbye to Luke. You guys you had been seeing each other since even before the world ended and was replaced with the dead. You had both been living in Alexandria since before the wall had went up, you saw all of it happen in the blink of an eye; the world ending, the dead walking, The Monroe’s quickly devising a plan to keep the town safe, and the arrival of Rick’s group followed by more heartache and hardship. You and Luke shared a small house in the town, sitting on the right-hand side of the development, next to the last house that was placed within the town, furthest away from the wall, which belonged to Daryl.

You and Luke moved to Alexandria, before losing your families to the dead, you were college sweethearts, and you just always assumed you would be together forever. But lately something had changed in Luke, he was more reckless, and every chance he got it seemed, he was offering to go on runs, especially with Rosita. In the pit of your stomach you knew something was wrong, very wrong. Luke waved back at you, with little to no emotion in his eyes, from the back of a truck they where using for their run. You saw him quickly turn his attention back to Rosita smiling at her the way he used to smile at you.

You sighed a little, looking down, kicking a rock with your feet. You heard the gate close and slam shut as Aaron harshly pushed the lock back in place. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look up at him with sad eyes.

“They’ll be back before you know it.” He said re-assuringly. “Rick will make sure of that.” He finished seriously, rubbing his hand comfortingly across your shoulder, before breaking contact, nodding and heading off to his home down the road.

You stood there not really sure what to do with yourself, you always felt off when Luke was gone, but you had felt off for a few months now, even when he was with you, he wasn’t really with you. You stare off into space analyzing the past few months, the drop in conversation between you two, the lack of intimacy, you used to find any excuse to sneak away to be together but lately he didn’t even want to touch you. You self-consciously wrap your arms around yourself, not realizing you were being watched.

Suddenly, you hear a scoff and realize that Daryl was standing a few feet away from you, by the front of the gate. He glared at you until you made eye contact, and then his head snapped away to look at a fixed point on the wall ahead of him. He sighed, seemingly angrily, and began walking toward you. He stops when he gets within inches of you, and growls into your ear, as he faces toward the town, his back against the gate.

“Don’t worry I’m sure your boyfriend will be just fine.” He said lowly and slightly bumped your shoulder as he passed by you.

What the hell was his problem? You thought to yourself and turned around to follow the tall, muscular redneck.

You run a little to catch up to him, as he has already taken several long strides away from you and down the street. You tap him on the shoulder and continue to try and reach his speed.

“What the hell was that about, Daryl?” You ask a little angrily and follow him as he picks up his pace. He obviously had an issue with something.

He angrily huffs and grips the strap of his crossbow tighter in his hands, saying nothing and tightening his jaw, he continues to walk towards the back of the development. You followed him past yours and Luke’s house, to the last house on the right, that was Daryl’s. You stomp up the porch behind him, grabbing his shoulder forcing him to turn around. He swings around angrily and glares into your eyes.

“What do ya want Y/N?” He shouted.

You suddenly felt enraged at his random anger directed at you. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to you that way? You thought confused and a little angry. He has barely ever said more than two words to you before this.

“I want to know what the hell you meant back there?” You demanded and he staggered back pacing a little, his eyes angry.

“You know what I’m talkin about Y/N. You know he is fucking her. How can you stay with an asshole like that? The way he treats you-” He shouts in your face, fuming, and begins pacing back and forth on the wooden floor again.

Your eyes grow wide, and you feel your heart stop in its tracks, as it sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“What?” You ask softly. Daryl continues to pace around his porch, gripping his weapon tighter in his hands, gesturing to your house on the left-hand side of his.

“I’ve fucking seen them together, Y/N! I know you aren’t that stupid! You fucking know too. Don’t tell me you don’t.” He shouts out again.

You feel your face get hot as your eyes begin to well up with tears.

“I gotta- I gotta go.” You say softly and turn to run down his stairs, you hear Daryl call your name, but you don’t want him to see you cry, you didn’t want such a strong man to see you break. You run across the lawn and up the stairs to your house, slamming, and locking the door.

You drudge your feet up the stairs, through blurry and wet eyes, emerging at your bedroom. You look at the bed and memories of you and Luke wash over you, followed by an image of him with Rosita in your bed. You wondered if they had ever screwed in your bed and suddenly you felt nauseated. You turn back from your bedroom and head down stairs to the living room, you plop yourself down on the couch head in your hands and let yourself feel all the pain you were feeling, letting all the tears come pouring out of you. You hear yourself sobbing from a distance, feeling like it wasn’t real.

You sob for nearly a half hour straight, until you feel like you are completely drained of everything inside of you. You peer over to the table on the side of the couch where you sit and see a picture of you and Luke sitting in a frame, a picture taken back before the world had ended, back before he was a cheater. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you stared at the man you thought would never hurt you. You pick up the frame angrily and throw it at the wall, making the glass shatter and the picture fall to the floor. Broken. Just like us. You thought to yourself with a scoff.

Anger takes over your body, washing over you and replacing the sadness. You dry your eyes, that have now started seething, and begin to rip down every picture frame and throw anything that reminded you of the two of you. That painting on the wall he had bought you for your 1-year anniversary – the year before the world went to shit, the necklace on the table he had found for you after you lost your parents, the promise ring on your finger that he had given you when you had first started dating. You throw it all to the ground, hearing wood and metal clashing and clanging against the hard wood floor of your living room.

You ran back up the stairs to your bedroom and pulled the blankets and sheets off the bed, throwing another picture of you and him on the nightstand down to the ground, as your boots walked over the glass, chomping on it without care. You pulled out a small duffle bag from your closet and began throwing your clothes into it, you didn’t care if you had to sleep on someone’s floor, you would not be here when Luke returned home. You grab as many clothes as would fit, and went to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and a couple of bars of soap you had managed to find.

You grab the overly full duffle bag and sling it over your shoulder, heaving a little at how heavy it was, and walked determinedly down the stairs and out the door slamming it shut. You walk onto the porch and angrily begin toward the stairs. You hear Daryl again, to your right, calling your name from his porch.

“Y/N! Please, hold up for a minute!” Daryl’s voice had softened and showed signs of worry.

Daryl had not moved from this spot since he had blurted out Luke’s secret. He was sure you knew, but your reaction proved to him otherwise. He paced back and forth, angry at himself and his big mouth, that had caused you so much pain. He listened to you cry and throw things, watching you intently through your living room window, that just happened to face his own. So many nights he had watched you, not intending to get drawn in, but not being able to help himself. The way you would set up dinner night after night for you and Luke, and seeing that most nights he didn’t even bother to show up home until after you had given up and fallen asleep.

He watched as you paced your house lonely as can be whenever he was gone and lately you did the same even when he was there, both of you sitting in silence and not saying a word. He watched as you tried to kiss on Luke and make him feel your skin, but he would always pull away. Daryl guessed saying he was not in the mood. Bullshit. Daryl would think to himself, he knew the truth. Besides who would not be in the mood for Y/N, she was amazingly gorgeous and just as sweet as could be, Daryl would think to himself.

One night he watched as Y/N walked up the stairs and disappeared into her bedroom, after another failed attempt to get Luke to want her. Daryl saw how sad and tired her eyes were, tired of this same routine and tired of not being loved like she should be. Daryl saw Y/N’s bedroom light go out and watched Luke as his fingers began to twitch and he nervously looked up the stairs. Daryl watched from the dark of his living room in curiosity, watching as the man got more nervous by the minute. About 20 minutes went by and the man suddenly stood up, walking to the stairs and looking up at the bedroom door, which was shut. He listened for a moment and smiled to himself. He walked across the living room floor, down the hallway, and out the door.

Daryl put out his cigarette in the dark and stared curiously for a moment before getting up and walking out to his porch quietly closing his door behind him. He watched as Luke walked speedily down the road, looking like he had to be somewhere in a hurry. Daryl frowned and decided to follow him. He took long, quite strides down the side of the road, staying on the grass and in the shadows as much as he could. He followed the man to a house he knew well, Rosita and Abraham’s. He watched as Luke darted quickly to the side of the house, Daryl ducked behind the trees that separated Rosita and Abe’s house from Carol’s place. The town was dark, but the moon was full and brightened up the sky and the ground around it that night.

Daryl peered through the bushes to see Luke running to someone, the other person ran to him and wrapped their arms around him. Luke pulled this person into his arms, twirling them around, the moonlight illuminated their face, it was Rosita was a huge smile on her face. Daryl stood there shocked, feeling the seething anger build up inside of him. He watched as Luke pressed her up against the side of the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Daryl felt sick, watching as they became closer and closer to fucking right then and there. He hears them both begin to moan and tug at each other’s pants. Daryl turned away and made his way back down the street, stopping to stare up at Y/N’s dark bedroom window for a moment in silent sadness. What an asshole. Who could do that to her? He thought and again the anger returned to his being.

It had been two months since Daryl saw them together that first time and every time he saw Luke touch Rosita on the arm or whisper into her ear suggestively, when Y/N wasn’t looking, every single time it took all Daryl had not to walk right over and kick his ass. But, Y/N was always there, looking at Luke, still in love with him, still wanting him. Daryl thought eventually she would figure it out on her own, but here they were two months later and somehow he was still the asshole who had to break the news to her. And he didn’t do it well at all, talking wasn’t one of his strong points and he kicked himself for hurting her, just like that asshole she called hers.

“Y/N! Please, stop!” Daryl pleaded as he watched Y/N continue to storm down the pavement with a duffle bag in her hands.

You stopped but do not turn around, hearing Daryl’s footsteps come running up behind you. You feel nothing but rage and adrenaline coursing through your body. Suddenly, you feel Daryl’s big hand on your shoulder, nudging you around to face him. You turn toward him and see that he is breathing heavy from running to catch up to you. You look into his eyes and see regret in them, you scoff.

“What?!” You cry out angrily and glare at him.

Daryl takes his hand off your shoulder and steps back with his hands in the arm, realizing that your anger is directed toward him.

“I just, I just… I wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” He said lowly and looks at the ground ashamed of himself.

You smirk a little in your rage, feeling heated tears again come to the surface.

“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?!” You scream a little and drop your duffle bag on the ground, charging your small frame into him and start hitting his chest with your fists as hard as you can, crying and punching.

“You are an asshole, you know that?!” You continue to cry and punch at him. And Daryl lets you do so, without wincing, he takes in all your pain.

You punch and punch until you your hands are sore and you are exhausted, you begin to sob into his chest, dropping your fists as they did no good against Daryl’s muscular physique. You sob tiredly into him and you suddenly feel his big arms wrap around your body, pulling you tightly into him, as you cry.

“Shhh… Shhh…” Daryl comforts you, rocking you back and forth in his arms.

You hear the sound of footsteps tapping down the concrete behind you, in between your sobbing tears, and hear Aaron’s voice.

“Is everything okay?!?” Aaron asked Daryl, breathless. He had heard Y/N screaming, as he was walking to the gate for guard duty, and turned around to see her hitting Daryl. He ran as fast as he could down the long pavement, watching as Daryl wrapped her in his arms.

Aaron tried to catch his breath, while looking concernedly into Daryl’s eyes, and down to your sobbing face that was hidden from him.

You buried your face deeper into Daryl’s chest, trying to escape the embarrassment of facing Aaron this way. You feel Daryl nod his head, as his chin moves up and down above your head.

“Ya. She’s okay. I’ll take care of her.” Daryl said in a soft, low tone.

Aaron stands there for a moment, looking at Daryl, and back down at you, remaining hidden. He nods sadly at Daryl and then gently puts his hand on your back, massaging it a little.

“You know where to find me, if you need anything Y/N.” He says to you and you nod into Daryl’s chest, to answer him, still not wanting him to see you hurting. Daryl’s arms wrap tighter around you, as your tears begin to subside.

Aaron looks at Daryl, “Take care of her,” he says and Daryl again nods, onto the top of your head.

You hear Aaron walk away in the other direction. Daryl holds you for another moment in the street. You turn your head to the side, never breaking contact with his body, your tears had retreated once again, and you took a few deep breaths into him.

Daryl notices your body’s ceasefire, and slowly loosens his arms, keeping them on your shoulders, but breaking your head’s contact with his chest, to force you to look up at him. He sees your eyes are red and your face is drenched, he looks down at you in agony. I would give anything to take this pain away from her. He thought sadly. He looks at you and lowly speaks, “Come on,” is all he says before pulling his arms away from you to lift the duffle bag, with one hand, over his shoulder.

You stay there, too tired to fight it and watch as he lugs your heavy bag over his shoulder effortlessly and comes back up to pull you to his other shoulder, wrapping his free arm around your neck. You lean your head onto his shoulder as you both slowly make your way back down the street.

You pass the place you used to call home and Daryl leads you up the stairs, back onto his porch, where the whole thing had begun, at least for you. He slowly opens the door to his house and walks you both into his living room, where he throws your bag onto the floor, and leads you to the couch. You plop down and begin to dry your eyes, a little embarrassed now at the scene you had just caused.

Daryl walks over to the living room window, that faced the place you used to call home, and quickly drew the long, dark red curtains. You sigh a little relieved you didn’t have to look into the house you used to call home. The room darkens and Daryl uses his lighter to light small and big candles alike, that were scattered around the living room. Suddenly, the glow of the candlelight illuminated the space, making it feel more homey than you were used to. You lay back into the couch and continue to steady your breathing, looking at Daryl as he sits on the couch beside you, looking straight ahead, trying not to be intrusive. He sits with his hands nervously wrapping around each other and his one leg twitching. You also see him nervously biting his lip as he stared straight ahead.

“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say quietly, looking at your own hands.

“That’s alright. I deserved it.” He said, still twitching.

“No, you didn’t. That anger wasn’t meant for you.” You say to him.

He turns to look at you, as he nervously bites his lip, “I’m sorry too. I should have never told ya. At least not like that.” He said sincerely apologetic for his slip up.

“I knew. I knew something was… off.” You admit, again playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you spoke. “I just didn’t want to admit it to myself. I didn’t want to lose him too.” You quietly say.

Daryl nods a little in understanding and looks down at his hands again. A few minutes pass and neither of you speak, just sitting in each other’s company.

“You’re welcome to stay here.” Daryl says quietly, not looking at you.

You smile your first small smile since this afternoon, you reach over and touch his arm lightly.

“Thanks.” You say, he tenses a little at your touch. You notice, but shrug it off as Daryl being Daryl. You drop your hand back into your lap.

“Ugh. I can’t believe this.” You lean forward, running your hands through your hair, stressed. You two are now shoulder to should on the couch. You let your hands run up and down your face, rubbing your skin.

“I probably look like shit.” You say to yourself, trying to rub the feeling of betrayal off you.

Daryl scoffs a little, “I don’t think that’s possible.” He says quietly, rubbing his knuckles harder.

“Yeah, right.” You say self-deprecatingly, letting your hands rest over your mouth as today’s memories run through your brain, over and over again.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He says, still not looking at you.

Your head snaps over to look at him, in response.

“What?” You ask, taken aback.

He nervously bites his lip some more before slowly turning his head to meet your eyes, his eyes softly looking into yours, the candlelight flickering in them.

“You’re beautiful.” He says again, softly, and matter-of-factly.

“You could have anyone you wanted. I just never knew why you wanted him.” He says dropping his head sadly.

“When I found out, I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t know how to, I didn’t want you to hurt… I shoulda told you…” He trailed off looking at the closed curtains ahead of you two.

“I shoulda told you that I couldn’t stand you being with him… and that I wanted to be with you…” He trails of nervously.

You watch the man in awe, his strong, muscular arms flexed onto his knees, taking in his large, beautiful frame. You look at his sideways face, taking in his nervous lips and worried eyes, as if he had said something extremely dangerous. His leg twitched and he waited for a response. Daryl expected anger or laughter, he had never been a hit with women, didn’t know how to talk to them. What he got surprised him as you gently put your hand on his twitching leg next to you. The leg froze in place and he again forced himself to look into your eyes, confused this time.

You sat there looking at him, in shock. “I had no idea, Daryl….” You trail off, not sure what to say.

“You don’t have to say anything, it’s okay…” He says dropping his head, to look at the couch space in-between you two awkwardly.

“I know I’m not much… I just… thought you should know.” He forced the words out of his mouth, immediately wishing he had stayed quiet.

You remain silent for a moment, before moving your other hand up to his downward facing chin, before gently lifting it so that you can peer into his eyes.

You look at him softly, “I just didn’t know… You are amazing Daryl, you are one of the best men here, hell you may even be the best man here. I just had no idea.” You say, to reassure him.

He nods, looking down as he takes in your words, before looking back into your eyes.

“I’m not good with the words.” He says sheepishly.

You smirk a little, “Really? I couldn’t tell.” You laugh a little, making him smirk just a little.

“How long… How long have you felt this way?” You ask, still in shock that this beautiful man would ever look at you that way.

“Awhile. Since before I found out… Maybe since the first time I saw you.” He admitted, avoiding your gaze again.

Your face went flush, feeling embarrassed and excited all at once.

“Wow.” You say simply and remove your hands from him, to rub them on your face again, concentrating on everything he had just revealed.

He clears his throat nervously a few minutes later and you realize you still haven’t said anything.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He says, suddenly trying to get up from the couch. You instinctually grab his knee before he has a chance to get up and push down on it, hard. He looks at you and sits back down.

You slowly look back over at his terrified face, you take your other hand and gently place it on the side of his right cheek, stroking it gently a few times, and looking at him softly.

“No. I’m glad you did. I’m just… I’m just trying to wrap my head around this all… that’s all. I never would have guessed that you would think of me that way, of all the people you could have…” You trail off, looking down and biting your lip.

“I’m glad you told me, Daryl. I think it is really sweet.” You say and lean in to place an innocent kiss on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his cheek as you do. You slowly retract your lips and he stares at you with something that looked a whole lot like love and admiration.

“I only want you. I can treat you better than he ever did…” Daryl stares at you, feeling more brave after feeling your lips on his face.

You smile and pull his face back toward you, this time aiming for his lips. You slowly pressed your lips on top of his, gently sucking his top lip into yours, before sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. You feel him moan a little and his lips part slightly. You look at him and he has his eyes closed, in pure bliss.

You press your lips into his again, this time sliding your tongue into his mouth slightly licking his tongue, you feel his tongue dart out at yours in response, you go in again, swirling around his tongue as he does the same to yours. He is a great kisser for someone so shy. You thought to yourself and you swirled your tongues around each other, more passionately with every pass. You suddenly felt electricity run through your body, as your kisses deepened, something you had not felt for a long time. You moan a little into him as you harshly suck on his tongue before beginning to swirl around it again. He growls a little, causing vibration to run through your mouth and all through your body. You felt yourself getting hot and bothered, in the best way.

Daryl begins to take charge and puts both hands onto the sides of your face as you continue to kiss each other passionately. His body begins to lean into yours and your body slowly lies back on the couch in response. He adjusts with you and suddenly you are lying on your back with your head on the arm rest of the couch, you slowly try and begin to stretch your legs out to lay them flush with the couch. He notices and stands up a little, never breaking his lips away from yours. Once you have your legs in place, he positions on of his knees on the inside of the couch, against the back of it and the other on the other side of your legs, he is straddling you, but not touching, except for your mouths as they devour each other.

He moans into you again as you swirl your tongues around each other, sucking and licking faster and faster. He breaks his lips away from you and uses one hand to slightly turn your head to the side, exposing your neck. You bury your face into the side of the couch, with your eyes closed in ecstasy. Daryl’s lips land softly on the side of your neck, slowly beginning to suck and swirl his tongue up and down your skin.

“Mmmm.” You moan softly to yourself, loving the feeling of his tongue on your body. He licks his way up to the spot behind your ear and sucking on it lightly, before beginning to swirl his tongue faster and harder into your skin. He takes your earlobe into his mouth, grazing his tongue across it, flicking it from side to side.

“Oh God, Daryl!” You cry out and he smirks a little into your ear. He breathes heavily into your ear and moves back down your neck, to your collarbone, he harshly takes it in as the begin to writhe under him in response.

You grab his sides and tug on his vest a little, before moving your hands underneath the open fabric and resting your hands on either side of him, loving the feel of his bare skin on your fingertips. You begin to rub him up and down, feverishly, as he sucks on your neck, moving from one side to the other. You move your head in compliance, to allow his tongue to travel wherever it wanted. It felt so damn good on your skin.

Your hands grow more anxious and you move them from his sides, up his bare, muscular chest, and up to his shoulders, where they are forced to stop because of the shoulders of his vest. You open your eyes and look up with a whimper. You use your hands, under the shoulders of his vest and gently begin to push it upward, pushing it over his shoulders and down his huge arms. He slowly lifts one arm off the couch to allow you to pull the vest out of it, followed by the other, never removing his lips for your body. You sigh in relief as you throw the vest to the ground, caressing his bare, broad shoulders and up and down his back.

He groans at your touch and breaks contact with you, raising his head back up to look you in the eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips back onto yours, you moan in pleasure at how hard he kissed you now. You passionately respond, grabbing his face harshly, trying to pull him into your mouth even harder.

You feel his body lower and press against yours, feeling how hard he was as his cock rubbed slightly into the bottom of your stomach. You felt yourself get wet the moment you felt his cock press against you. Your hand reaches down, on its own accord, and slightly begins rubbing his dick, from outside his jeans.

“Fuck!” He breaks contact with your lips and cries out as your hand rubs his cock, with just enough pressure to make him almost come undone right there. You try to open your legs to him, which was futile as he had you pinned on the small couch.

He noticed you trying to lift your legs to him and stares down at you with low, lustful eyes.

He stands up, shirtless, his bare chest glowing in the candlelight. You look up at him with a whimper of sadness, making him smirk and his eyes dance with excitement.

“Come on.” He says, holding his hand out to you. You take it breathlessly as he pulls you up off of the couch. He walks around the living room, with your hand in his, blowing out candles as he does. He takes one of the bigger candles that is still lit and hands it to you, he takes another that is still lit, glancing around the room making sure he had blown out all of the others. He holds the candle in one hand and your hand in the other. He strides out of the living room, pulling you behind him. You hold onto his hand and smile as he pulls you down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom, the candlelight illuminating your path.

Once in his room, he shuts and locks the door, dropping your hand for a moment and taking the candle that you held from you. He walks over to the right side of his room where his bed is, along with a night side table on both sides. He walks to one side of the bed and places one candle in the middle, walks over to the other side and places the other candle on the opposite stand. He walks over to the window facing the bed and draws the dark curtains into place, completely covering the window.

He strides back over to you, who stands with your back against the door, watching his gorgeous figure in the flickering light. You bite your lip a little in anticipation, you had no idea how this happened, but you couldn’t deny that you were so ready for him to be all over you again. Luke had never made you feel half this good.

He wraps his arms around you, crashing his lips back into yours, and slamming you into the door behind you. You moan out in pleasure. You feel his arms move down your back, to your ass, as he grabs both cheeks with this big, rough hands, and pulls you into him. His lips move back down to your neck as he pulls your ass into him, suddenly he lifts you up and pulls you away from the door. You wrap your legs around his waist in response. He moves his lips back onto yours and you rest your hands on the sides of his hair, massaging his hair as you shove your tongue around his over and over.

He keeps his hands on your ass, firmly massaging it, as he twirls you both around and starts to walk you over to the bed. You feel yourself fall over into the soft mattress, as his body pushes you both down. He presses his body into you harder now, with his lips on yours. His hands begin to move from your ass, to up your back, dipping his rough hands under the fabric of your shirt, you lift your body into his in response. His hands roughly massage your lower back before making their way up to your bra clasp, he opens his eyes while still devouring your mouth, seeing you smile in reaction. You feel his thumbs play with the tiny pieces of metal, as he finally unclips them and your bra springs apart under your shirt. He gently massages your back where the clasp used to be, and slowly begins to trace on of his hands from your back, to your side, before venturing to the front of your stomach, slowly making their way up and underneath your loosened bra. His finger traces the bottom of your left breast ever so slightly a few times, causing goosebumps and your nipples to hard.

You break contact with his mouth, shooting your head back, ”Touch me!” You cry out and he obliges, roughly taking the breast into his big hand, cupping and massaging it in a deep circular motion. You continue to cry out to him, your body writhing up into his hand. You feel his hand begin to flick your nipple in between his fingers and you cry out again, “Oh God, Yes!” Causing him to growl like an animal into your mouth, looking at you with pure desire.

You feel his other hand come around your other side and dip under your other bra cup and begin to massage your right breasts, flipping your nipples around, and roughly massaging them over and over as you cried out for more.

He slowly moved both hands down your stomach, removing his hands from you and breaking his kiss. You snap your head up to him, looking at him with questioning eyes.

His eyes peered down at you, still lustfully, but you now see a hint of concern in them. You stare at him awaiting whatever was next. He breathes heavily over you and looks into your eyes, softly.

“I really want you, YN.” He says and you nod, trying to pull him back into your lips, he uses his hand to push you back down again, softly. You look into his eyes again, your whole body aching for every part of him.

“But, I don’t want you to do this just because you are upset. So if that is all this is, then-“ Before he can finish his thought, you reach your hand up and push the wild hair away from his eyes, looking into them seriously.

“That is not what this is, Daryl. I want you. I’ve never felt this good, ever! Please don’t stop.” You say, lovingly looking into his eyes. He stares down at you, still a little unsure. You arch up into him involuntarily, all the while staring at him with pleading eyes. He nods and smiles down at you, you smile in response. He dips down toward you again, crashing his lips onto yours again.

You smile into his lips and pull his shoulders toward you with all your might, pulling him so close your teeth clink together with the sudden motion. You moan and he chuckles at the sensation. You harshly swirl your tongue around him over and over again, and his hands return to the bottom of your shirt. His fingers trace your bare stomach underneath it a few times, and you feel his hands begin to pull the fabric up, over your stomach, he breaks away from your lips, sitting up, straddling you, and gently pulls up the fabric, all the while his fingers tracing up your body. You lean up and help him by raising your arms over your head, he slowly pulls the shirt off of you and throws it to the ground. You pull your arms out of your bra straps and throw it to the floor, mimicking his actions. You stare at him as he takes your naked breasts in, he licks his lips and moans lowly as he slides his hips down a little and slowly moves his chest up your core, to your stomach, where he lays on you, putting pressure on all the right places, his stomach breathes into your pussy, which you were pretty sure was soaked through and through already.

He breathes heavily into you as he slowly descends his mouth onto your right breast, licking and swirling around it, using his other hand to massage your left breast, flicking and twirling your nipple with his tongue on one side and with his fingers on the other. Your legs open wider as your head shoots back in pleasure.

“Yes! Oh God, Yes!” You cried out massaging his hair pushing his head into your skin deeper, he slowly bites down on it and your cry out again, arching your hips into him. He kisses his way across your sternum and reaches the other breasts and begins to suck and swirl on that one, massaging your other one with his other hand.

“Oh my god, Daryl, I am so wet. I need you!” You cry out, massaging his hair and pulling it a little, from above.

He breaks his kiss from your skin and props up on both of his elbows, his lips still inches from your skin. You look down at him pleading with your eyes and he smirks a little, licking his lips. He turns his attention back to your skin, kissing your breast a few more times roughly, before licking and sucking his way down your stomach, across your belly button, until he is sucking on the soft skin that is touching the waistline of your pants. He looks up and sees your shaking your head back and forth in pleasure, eyes closed and biting your lip. He smiles to himself, he loved the way he made you lose control. He took his tongue, moving it over to the side of your hip, and slid it down slightly underneath your pants, dragging it slowly from your hip, across your stomach, to your other hip. He kissed and sucked the side of your hip when he was done with the trek.

“Oh Fuck!” You moan in pleasure and the sensation of his tongue so close to your core

He moves his fingers over to the middle of your waistline, and plays with the button as you writhe underneath him in anticipation.

“Hold still.” He says in a low chuckle, kissing you under your belly button again.

He breaks the button loose and slowly undoes your zipper. He sits back up and scoots off the bed and pulls your legs down and closed. He pulls your boots off, along with your socks, and then begins to tug at your pant legs, ripping them off of you and throwing them behind him. He pushes both legs back up, using your feet and pushes them apart again. He stares down in disbelief at your white panties that are completely soaked and dripping wet.

“Fuck.” He says to himself and licks his lips. He kneels back onto the bed, positioning himself between your inviting legs, and puts on leg on his shoulder, he kisses and sucks his way down your leg, to your thigh, and over to your pussy, he lightly sucks just above your clit, making you moan out in failed anticipation. He crosses your core and begins to kiss and suck up your other thigh, and down your other leg. He grabs both your legs by your ankles, putting them both in this left hand and raising them straight into the air. His right hands grazes down your right leg, softly, landing on your right ass cheek. He grabs your ass a little over your panties and then roughly begins to tug at the fabric. He pulls it free from your right ass cheek. You lift yourself up with your hands, pushing your ass of the bed as he slides over and pulls the fabric roughly off the other cheek, sliding them up and over both your legs and ankles, throwing them behind him. He looks again at your ass and grabs it, hard.

“Fuck, Yes!” You cry out at the sensation. He grabs it harshly again, smacking it a little. You cry out again in response.

He smiles to himself before pulling your leg apart again, pulling one back over his hand to rest on his shoulder again. You lower your ass back to the bed, allowing him to part your legs.

He looks down at your wet pussy and growls like an animal, liking his lips.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby.” He says, not able to break his eyes away from your pussy. He crashes his lips down onto your core, this time aiming directly onto your clit, swirling and sucking gently at first, before picking up his pace.

“Fuck. Daryl! Yes!” You cry out, reaching down to push his head harder into you as he sucks on your clit feverishly. He moans at your reaction, “Mmmm…” causing vibration through your pussy making your almost cum right there. His lips escape your clit and begin to rapidly move up and down your folds, at first teasingly, and then plunging into you wildly. His tongue swirled and darted in and out of you, while you push his head into you, forcing his tongue to fuck you as hard as it could. He moved back up to your clit and began swirling around it again. You feel his hand graze down the backside of your thigh, squeeze your ass again, before making its way to the inside of your leg and to your pussy.

He shoves two fingers into you, hard. You arch up, pressing his head to your clit harder. “Yes!” You cry out again to him, as he hits your clit just right. He pumps into you over and over with his fingers as your hips arch up to match his rhythm, only to be met with even more intense pressure from his mouth on your clit, as you continue to push down on him. You arch up and down as he pumps into you, he pushes three fingers inside of you and continues to thrust them into your pussy.

“Oh my God, Yes! Right there! Just like that!” You cry out, pushing his head so hard into you, you thought you may be hurting him, but it felt so good. He pumps harder and harder, as you push his swirling tongue into you, he flicks your clit and pumps his fingers in and out rougher and shorter. You feel him flick your clit over and over, again and again and can’t take it anymore. You press him into you a few more times, as he pumps his fingers into you, and cum all over his fingers.

“Fuuuucckk…. Yessss!” You cry out as you climax, long and hard, still pressing him into you as you hit your high.

You drop your hand, once your senses return. He removes his fingers and lowers his tongue, sticking it inside your pussy, taking long deep strides up it several times, lapping your cum into his mouth. You groan I pleasure, as your legs playfully move from side to side, around his head. You bring your hands up to your breasts and massage them a little, feeling the last bit of your orgasm prolonged.

“Oh God, Daryl! That felt so damn good!” You cry out in happiness as he laps the last of your cum up.

His lips retreat your pussy and he looks up at you playing with your breasts, eyes closed.

“Mm!” He says aroused, placing a long hard kiss under your navel again, smacking the side of your ass.

“Damn Y/N! You like that?” He asks and you look down at him playfully nodding and biting your lip.

You slowly graze the leg that is over his shoulder, down to his back, rubbing your heel up and down it suggestively. He looks at you with dark eyes and groans a little.

“I want you… inside of me.” You say in a commanding voice, startling even yourself. He smirks a little in surprise and smacks the side of your ass again, grabbing it for a moment, before smiling up at you and scooting off the bed. He stares into your eyes, never taking his off of yours as he stands up at the foot of the bed. You watch as he quickly undoes his belt, snapping it a little as he slaps it to the floor, fucking you with his eyes. He kicks off his boots, pulls off his socks, and begins to unbutton his black denim jeans. You see him unzip his pants and roughly tug at the fabric as it falls quickly to the floor. As his pants fall his hard, glistening cock pops out and you moan to yourself in pleasure, taking your breast in your hand again. Fuck. He was so big and so ready to fuck. You thought as you saw his cock was wet around the tip already. You lick your lips and stare at his hard cock. He notices and smirks down at you.

“Hey.” He said quickly, causing you to look up into his eyes again. “My eyes are up here.” He said laughing a little before beginning to crawl up the bed, toward you, his big, strong arms climbing up you, in between your legs, up past your already aching pussy. He climbed up you until his arms were resting on either side of your head, he slowly, pushed his body down onto you, looking in your eyes, first his cock pressed against your leg, his hips grinding into yours deeply, then his stomach on yours, followed by his chest pressing down onto your breasts, he crashed his tongue into your mouth to devour it again.

He pulled you by the back of your hair slightly, to gain deeper access into your mouth and your moaned into him, your tongues fighting for dominance. He kissed you for a minute, pushing his hip into yours deep and long, you could feel his cock throbbing on your leg, you could feel his juice run slightly down your leg, after each thrust.

You break your kiss and pull his head back by his hair, staring at him.

“Please. I want you to fuck me!” You cry out and he smirks.

Suddenly, he kneels up reaches behind him grabbing your legs and wrapping them around his waist, he quickly grabs his cock, moaning at his own touch, he was so fucking turned on. And begins to bring his wet tip to your pussy, slightly running it up and down against your folds a few times before pushing himself into you with one long thrust. As does this the entire bed moves up and slams against the wall, your bodies following the motion. He groans and thrusts heavily again, noticing that every time he does this your breasts jump up and down with the motion. He thrusts into you again, long and hard, the bed bumping again.

“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” You cry out in pleasure.

He thrusts into you again and begins to slowly pick up his pace, watching was your breasts bounce up and down and the bed bouncing against the wall.

“Fuck!” He says to himself as he watches himself fuck you.

You writhe up into him, slamming your hips against him, trying to find his rhythm. He grabs your ass on both sides and guides you along with him, slamming into your harder and harder, finding a rhythm that you both enjoyed. You slammed into him and he slammed down at the same time, putting  more pressure on your clit with every deep thrust.

“Faster, Baby!” You cry out and he complies, thrusting faster into you, guiding your hips along with his. You can hear the head board slam into the wall over and over, faster and faster, as he thrusts into your harshly, you feel him pick up his pace and grab your hips harder as he licks his lips and pumps into you more and more, hitting your clit hard with every thrust.

“Yes! Right there! Harder baby!” He sees that you are so close to cumming, to he cuts loose and just starts fucking the shit out of you, the hardest you have ever been fucked. He pounds into you, hitting your clit harder and harder and filling your deeper and deeper, as he speeds his pace up. The bed sounds like it is going to break.

“Oh fuck, baby! I’m going to come.” You hear him say as he fucks you fast and hard.

He pumps into you short and hard a few more times and you feel yourself explode.

“Oh…My… God!!! Fuck! Oh Yes!” You cry out, grinding your hips deeply into his as you climax so hard, you grind up into him putting as much pressure on your clit with his hip as you can, cumming for what seemed like minutes. “Yes!!” You scream out.

“Fuck!” He cries out feeling you cum, he thrusts shorter and faster over and over into you, slamming into you the hardest he has yet, and you feel him explode inside of you.

“Fuck! Yeah!!” He cries out as he cums inside of you, thrusting a few more times to get all the pleasure he can out of you. You moan in pleasure as you feel him pump into you harshly as he cums and rides his climax out. You reach down and massage your clit, doing the same. Both of you moan out at each other and the bed continues to squeak.

He thrusts into you shortly a few more times, “Damn, Girl…” He growls as he exists you and falls exhaustedly onto your body, resting his head on the side of your neck, you move your head to allow him to do so. You are both sticky with sweat and your hearts are pounding with adrenaline. You stroke his back with your fingertip, feeling nothing but blissful pleasure. He lifts his head up to slowly kiss your neck once more before snuggling into it again, trying to regain his breath.

You couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure you had just felt, you had never experienced anything like it before. You sigh happily and kiss him on the top of his head slowly.

Once his heart beat steadied, he looks into your eyes, slightly tracing your arm with his fingertips, causing goosebumps again. “You are amazing, Y/N. If you want me to, I’ll treat you like that every day of your life.” He said, smiling contently at you.

You look down at him happily and grin. “I definitely want you… and only you to.” You say and he brings his mouth up to kiss you passionately once more, pulling you deeply into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of him, at everything about him.

He lets you go and rolls over onto his back beside you on the bed, outstretching his arm to you. You smile and turn over to lay on his shoulder, wrapping one of your arms over his chest, and one of your legs over his thigh. He tugs a blanket that was haphazardly push to the side, beside you and pulls on it, lifting it over the two of you. He sighs happily at the feel of you laying there next to him.

“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, I’m not ever going to let anything bad happen to you again.” He says softly.

You smile and kiss his chest softly, before laying your head back down onto him. You fell asleep smiling that night. And every night after that…

Monthly Fic Rec July (x)

“I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.”

The one where Louis is a barista and Harry is the hot dude that comes in every day and does nothing except sit in the corner, writing in his notebook, all day long. But what Louis learns when he sneaks a peek inside the notebook changes everything. 

Harry is Cupid, Louis and Liam own a law firm, and they’re all getting sued. 

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him. 

Louis was captain of the state championship high school soccer team. Harry was that gorgeous, scarf-wearing, long-limbed British kid in his art class. They weren’t supposed to be friends.

But somewhere along the line, Louis Tomlinson opened the locked mystery that was Harry Styles.

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DOCTOR REN // masterlist


Request: Since professor Ren was such a hit, what if Kylo was a doctor. Doctor ren, the cold yet caring doctor and the reader is the nurse who assists him from time to time. Or based off the snl skit what if kylo is the nurse that assists the doctor reader from time to time. I don’t care which one, writers choice. Enjoy and thank you!

A/N: First of all, the idea actually came from the porn doctor skit so what better header to use than from it? Thanks to my friend @agentpeggicarter​ for the request/idea! As I promised, here’s doctor ren :) If you want more, please let me know!

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3.2K+


It felt quite liberating when the constant realization that you were done with med school had hit you. Although you had already wet your feet a while back while interning in the Resistance hospital, it felt completely different when you were now an actual nurse. It was your first day and you were more excited than anything.

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IM SURE IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO ACTUALLY WANTS MORE OF UNCLE MOONY

I’ve always wanted an AU where after the death of James & Lily Potter, Harry ends up living with Remus Lupin.

IF A KIND SOUL WERE TO MAKE AN AU OUT OF THIS, HERE ARE SOME THINGS WE NEED TO MAKE CLEAR:

• remus would be the most protective guardian ever, he lost all his bestfriends in one night and he obviously cannot bare the thought of losing harry as well.

• he’d make harry identify him as an uncle. he’d never take away the title of father from james potter– although he practically raised him like harry’s his own son.

• baby harry just running his tiny little hands all over remus’ face specifically his scars & remus would let him and just laugh at harry with pure adoration.

• remus would continuously tell harry stories of his time at hogwarts, about the marauders and most especially the tales of how james potter got rejected by lily evans far too many times to count.

• harry going to remus’ room at the crack of dawn when he gets nightmares and lying on remus’ body. this would awaken remus and he’d wrap his arms around harry protectively.

• a week prior to the full moon, remus would leave harry at the order–in alastor moody we can hopefully trust– when he comes to pick harry up, he’d bring lots of chocolate to make him feel better (to make both of them feel better honestly)

• harry would sometimes slip up and call him ‘dad’ without noticing it. this would just melt lupin’s heart, he’d smile ever so subtly. even though he would never admit it to anyone this were those tiny moment he treasured so much.

• remus would probably be a bit of the disciplinarian kind of guardian but he makes sure not to neglect harry and always shows him affection & care.

• just basically remus being the best uncle-slash-dad ever to harry. at first he had taken him under his care because harry is james & lily’s son but over the years he’d obviously started caring for the boy more so and eventually thought of him as his own.

I WANNA ADD SO MUCH MORE BUT FOR NOW THIS IS IT.

hey everyone!! so just a few days ago, i reached 1k and i’ve decided to make a tumblr awards to celebrate, and also to say thank you to all my mutuals and followers — ily all!! ♡ ♡

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Meeting Michael

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Title: Meeting Michel

Pairing: Michael x Reader

Word Count: 1,300

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This is my first imagine/oneshot Michael fic. I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

This was requested by @flufy07: Imagine during the apocalypse you get taken hostage by Zachariah to get dean to say yes and michael falling for you during your time as heavens prisoner? (and is being a dick and stuff XD) please?

Zachariah threw you into one of Heaven’s prison cells.  He didn’t care about hurting you either.  You were only a ploy to get Dean Winchester to say yes to being Michael’s vessel.  You almost wished you could kill the angel who took you.

“Let me out of here,” you shouted, grabbing onto the bars of the cell.

“Not a chance [Y/N],” Zachariah sneered.  “You’ll be lucky if I don’t end up killing you.  You’re nothing more than a piece of meat.  The perfect bait.”

“Once I get out of here, I’m going to kill your ass,” you seethed.

“Hah,” the angel scoffed.  “I’d like to see you try.”  Zachariah walked down the hall and out of sight.

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I got bored and decided to try headcannons.
These definitely fall under crack.
Enjoy.

Loki headcannons:

-10/10 sass queen

-will vouch for you, but still reek havoc (cos he’s the God of mischief)

-ride or die, he literally would die for you, you’re his world, his future queen.

-takes things to heart, like jokes, does not understand midguardian jokes.

-“knock knock”
-“is there someone at the door,love?”
-“no Loki, it’s a joke ”
-“then what is this knock knock you speak of?”

-can not COOK TO SAVE HIS LIFE

-literally almost burnt the house down trying to make toast, this poor little bean.

-overly protective of you

-“Loki, they were just walking by”
-“but the way they looked at you, it was suspicious”

-sometimes a little too serious

-like one time you tried to have a pillow fight with him and he got angry because he was wearing his ‘good robes’

-has a tiny bit of hatred towards the sisterly/brotherly relationship you have with his brother Thor.

-thinks it’s a bit cute to watch you try to pick up mjölnir

-keeps close eyes on you, even if he’s not there.

-“Loki why did I find a frost giant in my bathroom?”
-“he’s just making sure you’re fine,love”
-“do you think I’m gonna fucking die from taking a shit?”
-“love I don’t enjoy the harsh language you use”

-he’s a cute smol bean.but so are you.

-he seems tough, but in reality crushes under pressure.

-like the time Clint was sparring with him and he got upset because of the trash talking Clint was throwing towards him.

-still wants to rule the world, but this time with you by his side.

-even after dating for so long, he still gets a tad bit blushy from kisses or hugs.

-you both are literal couple goals.

-like the way he treats you, it would make anyone jealous at the site.

-did I mention the fact that he would poof you anywhere you wanted to go??

-Paris? Poof
-Japan? Poof
-Russia for some reason? Poof

-his parents literally adore you.

-your fights are probably the funniest thing.

-“LOKI WHY THE HOLY SHIT ARE MY WHITE JEANS PINK?”
-“since when were defecations holy?”

-trying not to crack up in those types of situations.

-there have been probably no serious moments.

-did you say prank wars?

-like be prepared for never ending prank wars.

When you participate in a song competition in your country with no real ambition to win, just to show off your music, but end up winning the whole thing so now you’re incredibly popular and you’re performing all over the country, to huge crowds that sing along to your song. You also have to represent your country in the biggest, craziest song contest in the world (that you actually never seen in your life), where you’re considered a favourite

Satan the Bully

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Title: Satan the Bully

Characters: Lucifer x Reader, Gabriel

Word Count: 905

Warnings: Lucifer being a bully >:( and slight fluff

A/N: I have to admit, this one was hard to write. I’m not a bully and I don’t like to be rude at all, so forgive me if this lacks in the bullying department. Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! *ALSO DON’T BE A BULLY. I WILL SEND LUCIFER HIMSELF AFTER YOU* This was also requested by an anon!

When you first found out that you were Lucifer’s soul mate, you were excited to say the least.  Those feelings quickly faded once you started to hang around Lucifer more often.  He was rude towards you since the day he met you.  He said hurtful things and never apologized once for them.  Sam and Dean were starting to get fed up with how Lucifer treated you.  They always made sure you were okay after a day of being with Lucifer.

Lately Lucifer had been getting worse about bullying you, but you were still willing to trying and be with Lucifer.  It wasn’t like you could leave him.  You loved him and you were sure he loved you.  There were still some things about being soul mates you weren’t sure of.

The fallen archangel leaned his back against the table, watching you read a book about witchcraft.  “That’s the wrong book [Y/N],” Lucifer noted, aggravation evident in his voice.  “Why can’t you do anything right?  How are you supposed to help Sam and Dean when you can’t even research the right book?”

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I don’t even know where I went with this.
Enjoy Dad! Loki.
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Dad Loki headcanons:

-when you gave birth he totally said the child looked like an asgardian raisin.

-you were so pissed.

-Probably has no idea whatsoever on how to care for a child.

-Tbh he never thought he’d have a child, let alone even be with you, so it’s a whole new experience for him.

-Thinks of the child as a squishy, puny being.

-10/10 probably lets the baby wear his helmet.

-It’s way too big for them, so it’s hilarious to see something so small wear something so big.

-Never thought fatherhood would feel so rewarding to him.

-Dad Loki is super protective.

-Probably less of a narcissist, not as big as a sassy asshole anymore.

-Being a new father is such an experience for him, it tired him out so quickly.

-Can’t change a diaper to save his life. The last time he tried to, the poor child was wearing it inside out and backwards.

-Probably can’t wait for the child to become old enough to care for themselves.

-Who am I kidding, when the baby grows up, he’ll probably miss these times like hell.

-Low key hovers people when they hold the child without realizing it.

-You’ll have to probably point it out to him.

-He’s 100% going to deny it.

-“but Loki, you were basically breathing down their neck”
-“I have no clue what you’re talking about (y/n)”

-When it finally hits him that he’s going to be a dad, he’s probably scared.

-His father was never a truly good father, and he’s not that great of a person so he’ll probably be so scared to care for something so impressionable.

-Gives the baby cute nicknames like little frost giant or snowflake.

-Wears gloves because he’s afraid his cold skin will make the child sick.

-When the child grows up he’d be so proud to see how amazing they turned out.

-Kinda pissy when they get old enough to be in a relationship.

-“I don’t like them”
-“Loki you haven’t even met them yet”
-“I don’t care (y/n) I don’t like them”
-“okay love, whatever floats your boat”
-“what does that mean?”
-“never mind Loki”

-When he meets their boyfriend/girlfriend, he’ll totally act like he has a stick up his ass, this will later lead to you having to lecture him.

-Loki being Loki, he’ll totally deny everything, ending up with him having an uncomfortable nights rest on the designer couch he bought.

-If the child ends up getting married he’s probably going to cry.

-Who am I kidding, he’s gonna cry.

ROOMMATES

(A Prison World Story)

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 2 632
warning : smut
SUMMARY :  Reader gets sent to the Prison World where Kai is. They have briefly crossed parts before  and have spend nearly 5 months together in there, over time getting closer and eventually move in together (as friends , things grow from there) … 

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It’s been almost 5 months since Y/N had ended up with Kai Parker in the Prison World. To her it was still a complete mystery how exactly she had ended up there.
At first she had spend her days in denial , thinking that someone will come get her out , but pretty soon it became clear that she was stuck there with Kai.  He wasn’t the worst person to be stuck with in a prison world with. At first he annoyed her and she tried to shut him out. Kai however didn’t give up. He somehow always found his way to wherever she was. Eventually she gave up avoiding him and they started spending more time together. In the end they sort of started living together because it was easier. Kai was there for her and Y/N was kind of surprised because she had never seen this side of him before. She’d have a nightmare , screaming in her sleep and Kai would show up in her room to comfort her in seconds as if he had been awake all along. Maybe he was ..  Other times he’d do small things like make her favorite food when she was sad and missed the real world.


“I know we are stuck here , but in a way I am happy.” Kai told her once.
“Why?” she asked curious. Y/N couldn’t imagine why he’d be happy in any way , being stuck for eternity in another prison world.
“Because this time I am not alone…” he had answered. “Loneliness can do things to your head that nothing else can.“ 


Over time they grew so used to having each other around , it felt wrong when they were spending time alone. Y/N realised very soon after that she had developed feelings for him, but was afraid to tell him.
He probably would just laugh and push me away. she thought. Kai wasn’t very well versed in feelings and emotions , even after the merge with Luke. Some times the old Kai bleed throught … Y/N couldn’t explain to herself how it was that even when the old Kai showed up , it was drawing her even more to him.

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Y/N was studying in the kitchen wearing her pj’s that evening when Kai walked in wearing nothing but his boxers. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned towards her.
“I still don’t get why you are studying … It’s not like you can get a diploma or anything.” he said.
Y/N sighed not taking her eyes off the papers and books in front of her. “Doesn’t mean I can’t learn things. Gotta do something else besides wondering around this empty town …” thinking about you.  she added in her mind. She looked up at him and for a moment she forgot how to breath.
Did he have to walk around wearing only his boxers? she thought. It was really hard concentrating staring at his bare chest and toned muscles.
Kai must’ve noticed her look because he grinned.
Damn.  she thought. As if I didn’t have a hard time concentrating already.
Y/N tried to catch her breath and come up with something to say to him but couldn’t. Her thoughts were absolutely consumed by fantasies about him.
“Want some coffee ?” he asked still grinning.
“No , no .. I don’t want coffee.” she said studdering. “T-thanks.”
Y/N returned her attention to her studies or at least tried to.  Kai had suddenly decided that he wanted pancakes too with his coffee and started making them without bothering to go back to his room and put on a shirt. He was doing this on purpose , she was sure of it.
She couldn’t take her eyes off of him , he looked so good it was driving her nuts.
Every few minutes he’d glance at her and she’d lower her gaze straight away.
Y/N watched him flip pancakes in the air like a pro for a little bit.
After about half an hour , just as she had finally managed to concentrate on her studies , a plate with pancakes landed infront of her - a blueberry smile on them. She couldn’t help but smile.
“Thanks.” she said glancing at him. Kai was standing less than a meter away from her , a wide grin on his face. For a few seconds she forgot how to breath again. She loved his smile… A moment later she let out a frustrated groan.
“Aghh … ! You are driving me nuts !” she said picking up her things from the table and getting up , ready to walk out of the room.
“OH I am driving you nuts ?” he said with an amused look on his face.
“Yes , you … you … walking around like all shirtless and … you can’t do that ,OK? It’s really distracting.”
“Never bothered you before.” he said taking a step towards her.
“Well , it’s bothering me now. So could you just stop doing this while I’m studying?”
Kai grinned. “Does someone have a crush on me?” he said innocently.
Y/N’s eyes widened, she started shaking her head refusing to meet his eyes.
“No , no … What ? Don’t flatter yourself , Malachai.” she said turning around , already at the door when Kai blocked her way. He took the books from her hands and left them on the counter near by.
“Are you sure ?” he asked leaning in. “Because I can hear your heartbeat… and it’s telling me a different story.” he said softly.
Y/N’s breathing had gotten shallow again.
“I ..  don’t know what you are talking about.” she said , her voice barely audible.
Kai leaned in to whispered in her ear , slowly putting his hands on her waist tugging at her shirt. His fingers gently touching her bare skin sending shivers through her whole body.
“I think you do.” he whispered , his breath tickling her skin.
Y/N’s  breath got stuck in her throat , her heart beating like crazy. There was no point in denying it now.
Kai’s lips hovered over hers , his eyes locked on hers. They stood like that for a long moment before he pressed his lips againsts hers , kissing her slowly at first but soon after the kiss deepened.
“I want you  … and I always get what I want.” Kai whispered to her. Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck , pulling his lips closer to hers. His hands slided down her hips , lifting one of her legs wounding it around his waist before slamming her against the wall. Y/N gasped.
Kai pressed his body firmly against hers , his crotch grinding against hers their moans colling in a perfect harmony.
“What was it you said earlier?” he teased her, pinning her hands above her head.
“Shut up and kiss me.” Y/N said out of breath.
A smile spread across Kai’s face but he didn’t lean in. Instead he decided to tease her a bit more. His hand trailed slowly down her body and under her pj’s, pushing its way in her underwear , his fingers teasing her clit. A soft moan escaped Y/N’s lips making Kai grin. He had her right where he wanted her.
“Please Kai” she moaned again , biting her lower lip.
Y/N was losing focus , her knees about to buckle. She had imagined this moment before but her imagination was surely lacking.
Kai grinned hearing her begging for him.
“Please ‘what’ babe?” leaned in and whispered, his breath tickling her skin.
His face so close to hers , their lips almost touching. His eyes dark with lust.
“I need you Kai.” she moaned.
Kai kissed her passionately as he tugged on her shirt pulling it over her head tossing it on the floor.
Y/N could feel his length getting harder against her , his soft moans making her go crazier by the second. She wanted him.. no , i need him. she thought.
His hand cupping her breasts squeezing them as his hand found its way back to her sweet spot. She threw her head back a little as his thumb started playing with her clit again before sliding in two fingers inside curling them inside agonisingly slowly before pumping them in and out. Her mouth opened and a moan escaped her when he did so.  He leaned in , his tongue slightly  touching the skin on her neck , drawing circles before he left a few wet sloppy kisses on it. Y/N felt her stomach like it was anchored down.
She tried to wiggle her hands out of his grip but he wouldn’t let her. All she wanted in that moment was to feel his length inside of her.  Suddenly he pulled out leaving her breathless and aggravated.
“Jump.” Kai said , and she did , wrapping her legs around him. He whooshed them away to his bedroom , pushing her onto the bed. He kissed her neck slowly tracing his way down her body leaving sloppy wet kisses all the way. His finger tips trailing on her skin all the way down , making her arch her back.
Everywhere Kai touched her skin , it was like fire. He had lit the match and Y/N wanted to burn in the fire he had started.
His hands swiftly pulled down her panties leaving her completely naked in front of him. Kai pulled back for a moment looking at her , a devilish spark in his eyes as his fingers traced her entrance , rubbing her clit. Y/N bit her lips squeezing her breasts in her hands. Her mouth opened and a soft moan escaped her lips when Kai pushed his fingers right through and started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her. Each time his fingers curled inside her , she arched her back more.  She reached out to touch his hair as Kai’s fingers curled again , pumping in and out slower this time driving her completely insane.
“Please” she started to squirm. “Please Kai …”
Kai grinned. “Not yet.” he said , pulling out his fingers.
He loved hearing her beg for him. He spread her legs wide infront of him and positioned himself between her legs , his head of his lenght teasing her entrance for a long moment before thrusting in deep making her gasp ; going at a slow rhythm at first , quickening his pace every second. Y/N digging her nails into his back. She was out of breath and all she could do was thinking about herself coming undone underneath Kai’s touch.
“Faster Kai please.. ” her moans getting louder and louder.
Y/N wrapped her legs around him , pulling him closer to her.
Kai’s face started to change , purple - black veins showing under his eyes as his fangs started to show. Y/N could see he was fighting it , but she didn’t want him to.  She cupped his face , trailing the patters on his skin with her fingertips. He closed his eyes , his mouth opened.
“Fuck ..” he moaned , a heavier thrust following. He could barely control his vampirism , all his emotions blurrying into hunger.
“Don’t fight it.” she whispered as Kai opened his eyes looking directly into hers. Y/N bit her lower lip. Kai leaned in breathing heavily , and sank his fangs into her exposed neck. She let out a small scream followed by moans of pleasure sent through her body. Who knew being fed on can feel this good? she thought.
Kai hadn’t tasted fresh human blood in months and she tasted so good it was hard to stop. He wanted her in so many ways in that moment…
He pulled out , nibbling on her earlobe and leaving soft kisses on her neck before looking at her. A smile on Y/N’s face and she pulled his face closer to his , her tongue licking his lower lip before she kissed him. He groaned , his thrusts becoming faster , Y/N’s body convulsing as he pushed her over the edge , she was screaming his name. A few more thrusts and Kai reached his high too , burring his face in the crook of her neck his tongue drawing circles on her skin.
Kai collapsed on top of her , breathing heavily.  Shortly after he rolled over next to her , both of them catching their breath. He bit his wrist , bringing it to her lips to feed so her wound would heal. She took it without hesitation , gripping on his wrist.
“We should’ve done that months ago.” he said with a grin,  pulling her closer to him , her head on his chest.
Y/N didn’t say anything , she smiled pulling his face in for another kiss. 

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The next day Y/N was laying on the living room floor , her eyes closed.
What had happened last night repeating in her mind over and over again. There was something bothering her … As happy as she had been last night , she still didn’t know if it was all in her head that maybe Malachai had some feelings for her.
“Y/N?” she heard Kai’s voice. “Are you … are you OK? Why are you laying in the middle of the living room floor?”
Y/N opened her eyes and found Kai kneeling down next to her , a worried look on his face. He sighed in relief when she opened her eyes. She just stared at him , trying to figure out a way to ask him the question that’s been bugging her the past few hours.
Kai grinned at her and laid down next to her , his shoulder almost touching his.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what’s so fun about laying on the floor here?” he asked turning his head to look at her. Y/N turned towards him , locking eyes with him.
How does he do that ? He just sits there and takes my breath away completely.  she thought.
“I’m just thinking … or at least trying to.” she said.
“What are you thinking about ?” he asked curious.
Y/N hesitated for a moment. It would’ve been easy to lie to him or ignore the question .. but he’d know she is lying straight away.
“Last night.” she just said smiling.“Was it … was .. was it just a one time thing?”
“Do you want it to be just a one time thing?” he asked.
“No.” she said turning towards him. “Do you?”
Kai reached for her hand and took it in his.
“Y/N , I …” he said flipping himself on top of her , his knee between her legs. “I don’t want it to be a ‘one time thing’ either.” he paused for a moment gazing into her eyes. “I want you , to be with you .. always.”
Y/N’s eyes lit up and she felt her heart beat go faster.
“What … what are you trying to say?” she said smiling.
Kai laughed nervously. “I am saying that I can’t stop thinking about you. You have made me feel things I’ve never felt in my life…and I am not sure what all those feelings mean , but they are so strong I can’t shake them. I just want to be with you every second of every day , never letting you go.”
She couldn’t contain her emotions and she grinned. “I guess , it’s a good thing we have eternity ahead of us.” she said , pulling her hips down on his thigh between her legs.
“Do you want to go for round 2 ?” she asked biting her lower lip. 

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Request: If request are still open, could you do something with Kylo accidentally killing the reader in a middle of a battle? I haven’t been feeling the best and I just need something to make me cry. I’m so sorry.

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We’ll make it through. I promise you. The sound of the sweet voice rung in his head, the sight of something so innocent and pure that took the human form. We’ll make it through. I promise you. The same words repeated in his head, all he could think about was the lovely face he was once able to hold and kiss. The once lovely person he used to call his own. We’ll make it through. I pr-

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Ayyyeeeeeee more headcannons.
It’s like 2:30 in the morning, I’m loopy as fuck. So here’s some more crack shit.
Probably gonna do all the avengers, just getting the people I know well out of the way first.
Anyways enjoy.

Thor headcannons

-Giant teddy bear.

-Like will literally cuddle you anywhere

-Treats you with the highest amount of respect.

-He’s a giant ray of sunshine.

-You’re secretly surprised on how he doesn’t have a halo following him around.

-You really have to teach him that it’s not okay to smash cups on the ground in restaurants after getting a drink, in the end the bill is way too high from the 30 mugs he smashed.

-He secretly wants to have children with you, but doesn’t know how to express the idea.

-Dad goals 10/10

-The best cuddler out of anyone you’ve ever dated.

-you both have the funniest arguments that probably wouldn’t even fall in as an argument, more like a very aggressive disagreement.

-Having to explain every midguardian lifestyle, or joke, or even what they do on their free time.

-10/10 would protect you till his last breath.

-Like really, he would put himself first out of any dangerous situation.

-Best person to have put ikea items together, the last time you Tried to put a chair together it ended up looking like a mangled piece of art from a museum.

-THE BEST PILLOW TALKER EVER

-Having trouble sleeping at night? Thor won’t mind having to wake up to help you through the insomnia.

-Best sex ever. He’s a god, so wtf do you even expect.

-Finding out he uses your shampoo because he likes how it makes your hair shine and according to him “it makes him sparkle”

-Never ending pop tarts.

-Like really, you have a cabinet designated to all of your pop tart needs.

-Did you say, 3 am ice cream breaks???
Cos if not, it’s probably going to happen.

-Be prepared, he’s childish, but don’t let it mistake you, if you’ve hurt the person he deeply cares about, shit is going down real quick.

-Will sacrifice anything to save the person he loves, even if it’s detrimental to his life. He would sacrifice himself if it means saving the person he loves.

-10/10 Probably have a few animals together, if not, it’s probably gonna happen soon.

-Welcome to the dad zone.

-Probably can rock a pair of dad jeans hella well.

-wtf, he probably can rock anything hella well.

so i hit 10k for a month??? a little longer?? idk??? ago & i didn’t do anything then (except for making a text to thanks y’all) because i had this exam in the future i didn’t wanna think about. but !!! i had the exam a couple of days ago and i passed so i thought it would be a good time to finally do this!!

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Steve sat down next to his best friend and watched as he tied himself in knots as you danced with some random guy across the room.  “Why don’t you just talk to her?” 

“Hell, no.” Buck shook his head and smiled sadly over at Steve.  He knew he had majorly screwed up with you and there was no chance of him getting a happy ending.  Everyone had seen the pair of you getting closer and there had been an unspoken expectation that you would realised your feelings and make it official.  Problem was you had figured out your feelings and put yourself out there only for Bucky to freeze, completely thrown, he had never thought anyone could feel like that about him.  You had taken his silence as rejection and from that moment to this you two hadn’t been alone in the same room.  

“You love her right?”  Steve rested his hand on Bucky shoulder and allowed the silence to grow between them, waiting for the answer he knew his friend was reluctant to give.  Buck looked across at you and the familiar ache that had settled into his chest became more intense as he watched Tony take your hand and pull you into him.

Stark ignored the fast beat of the music as he wrapped his arm around you, his hand resting on your lower back.  “You do know some guys find it difficult when a girl takes charge right?  I mean, they are a little old fashioned, can’t cope with a modern woman laying it all out there.” he murmured in your ear.

“What are you saying Tony?” pulling back from him a little you looked unimpressed but he continued unperturbed. 

“Maybe you scared him a little.  Doesn’t mean the precious little snowflake isn’t totally into you.  In fact, the way he is glaring at me, I’d put money on it.” Tony smirked before dipping you low causing you to giggle.  

“Since when did you join the Barnes fan club?” you smiled as you straightened up.

“Wouldn’t go that far kid, just saying what I’ve been seeing.  Plus, you know, you like me and it couldn’t hurt to have you pulling Bucko’s strings.” he shrugged as you hit his arm and laughed before glancing over at Steve and Bucky.  Tony wasn’t wrong, if looks could kill then Stark would be a smudge on the carpet right now.  Your eyes met and you smiled softly at him.

That was all it took for him to get to his feet and cross the room, ignoring everyone around you he came to a stop in front of you and realised he didn’t have a clue what to say, what to do, if you even wanted to talk to him.  Spotting the panic in his eyes you took his metal hand and placed it on your waist before taking his other hand in yours, interlocking your fingers.  Resting your head on his chest you both swayed gently to the music and he realised he didn’t need to explain himself, you already knew.  With a smile he rested his cheek on the top of your head as he held you close.  Whatever was said or not said he knew he wanted to keep you right here in his arms always.

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count: 4 561
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summary : Reader feels insecure because of all the supernatural girls throwing themselves at Kai and she doesn’t feel like she is good enough.
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Almost a year since Y/N and Kai had started dating and every day felt like the first. They loved , supported and cared for each other more than any of them would care to admit. Their life together was perfect , well as perfect as life in Mystic Falls could be with all the supernaturals. There hadn’t been any threats lately , so from that side things were calm but from the other - word had spread about Kai being the all powerful leader of the Gemini coven (even tho most of them were dead) vampire witch hybrid. A lot of vampires and witches even werewolfs rolled into town to meet him and every single girl of them threw herself onto him. They’d giggle around him , laugh at his jokes even when they weren’t funny , feeling his musles , buying him drinks… Y/N knew he loved her and she had seen multiple times how he turns the girls down because of her , but the more that happened the more Y/N felt like she wasn’t good enough for him. Like she was holding him back from the life that he could have with a supernatural girlfriend. Being human felt amazing but the past few months it felt more like a burden. They had talked about her turning into a vampire but he kept insisting on her staying human , at least for the time being. Y/N knew it wasn’t because he didn’t want her to be one , he just wanted her to have a full human life , for as long as possible before their eternity together begins. Only until that happened , there was a lot of time and he could change his mind about being with her… and that only fueled her insecurity about not being enough.

Y/N sat with Elena at the sofa at the Salvatore’s , the music muffling most of her words. It was a party for Stefan’s birthday and of course over the years , he had made a lot of vampire acquaintances all of which were at the party. The guys were fine , the girls … they were too busy hitting on Kai the entire night , not even remotely frazzled by the fact he had a girlfriend who was sitting right there. Her eyes followed Kai across the room as he went to get them drinks. Every girl on his way turned after him , looking at him with desire. Every one of them threw themselves on him but he kept rejecting them. Kai only had eyes for his girl.
Y/N could see Kai through the crowd talking to some girl near the keg. She kept batting her eyelashes at him and feeling his musles. Y/N could see it all across the room - she was a vampire , not the first one to hit on Kai the past few hours either. Y/N couldn’t blame them. Kai was absolutely irresistable , with his perfect chizzled jaw , those sexy blue eyes …
“He loves you Y/N.” said Elena snapping her back from her thoughts. “I never thought I’d be defending him of all people… but that much I know. It’s in his eyes every time he is around you and even when he is not. He wouldn’t cheat on you.”
“I know… its just …” she sighed. “I’m human. He is a vampire.”
“Trust me , I get it.” said Elena. “I’ve been where you are… ”
Y/N dropped her head in her hands.
“I don’t think you do. I feel like I am holding him back.”
“You are not holding him back.” said Elena , rubbing her back. “If anything , you are doing the opposite. He was a completely different person before meeting you.”
“But I am holding him back Elena!” she raised her voice a little. “He can’t be himself with me , not completely anyways. I can’t give him what they can. I’m not .. I’m not good enough for him. Arhh , being a human sucks…”
Elena started to say something but quickly stopped herself noticing Kai coming over. He was vampire now and probably had already heard their conversation but she didn’t want to risk her friend getting into an awkward situation right in the middle of the party. Kai reached them in a few steps , swiftly avoiding all the people dancing and ignoring every single girl who tried to pull him towards her. Elena glanced at him then at Y/N and a moment later got pulled away by Damon.
“Here you go ..” he said passing Y/N a red plastic cup. He sat next to her and putting his arm over her shoulder.
“Thanks.” mumbled Y/N taking a sip. Her eyes drifted across the room noticing how pretty much all girl’s eyes were on him. There it was again - that feeling.
“I love you.” whispered Kai in her ear , snaking his hands around her waist and pulling her onto his lap until she was sitting sideways on it. Kai rested his head on the crook of her neck , placing gentle kisses on it. One of his hands slid up her hip towards her stomach , making her cheeks flush when he stopped at her lower stomach. He smiled at her , noticing the sudden change in her heart beat. “Do you want to go home ?”
“Mhmm…” she hummed , starting to lose focus thinking how close his hands are too close to her core. Y/N got up reaching her hand for Kai. He intertwined their fingers together and both of them walked outside. His eyes were on her the entire time , seeing only her and no one else. They walked to his car , only Kai didn’t open the doors. Instead he pinned her against the car door , drowning her in a deep passionate kiss.
“I want to show you something.” he whispered.

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All Of You Draws Me In…

Dan Howell… the one person in her life that could make her knees weak enough to buckle and heart soar. Everything about him was so alluring.

We’ll start from the top.

•His hair
He absolutely hated it. Thinking that either straightened or natural, it looked like a rat’s nest. But she adored it. Running her hands through it if ever he had a bad dream, making him almost instantly fall asleep.

•His eyebrows
Every time they kissed, his eyebrows would furrow, indicating how emersed he was in such a mindless activity. How he’d raise one if something his creative girlfriend imagined made absolutely no sense to him. How they’d both arch if she ever tripped.

•His Eyes
His light and happy cow eyes always seemed to show so much emotion. Whenever he’d laugh at her crazy antics, they’d crinkle as happy laughs left his lips. How they’d gaze so lovingly at her and how in a matter of seconds they could darken viciously if another guy dared interact with her. They were so filled with curiosity and wonder, full of stars and amazement.

•His Nose
His nose, that would always scrunch up if ever she kissed him on the forehead instead of the lips. How at night, it would be stuffy and snores would leave his lips. How in winter it would be cold enough to turn him into a reindeer.

•His Cheeks
His cute little cheeks which would turn bright red every time she’d do something moderately romantic or flirty. His cheeks, which contained his deep dimples that’d happily flash every time he thought about her. They’d ache if he ever laughed too much, mainly caused by his girlfriend being the awkward nut she is.

•His Mouth
This was the main reason she adored him; his mouth, lips and smile. At three a.m. his mouth would always utter half-asleep comments; “I love you so much, okay..?” “You’re my greatest reward…” “I’d sacrifice everything for you.” His lips would always kiss her so lovingly and gently, as if at any moment he could shatter her like an antique plate. His smile that always brightened her day and made it seem as if the sun was the second brightest thing she’d ever seen.

•His Neck and Collarbones
The two things that she adores decorating. Every now and then, his neck and collarbones would be dotted with charming purple bruises. Whenever he had them, he’d smile widely and trace his fingers across them, remembering the taboo reason for the sudden decor.

•His Shoulders
His broad shoulders were something very manly about him. But when you think about it, he was still an absolute dork. Whenever she got too lazy, she’d cling onto his shoulders and have him carry her places. They’d bounce with glee whenever he tried to contain his laughter.

•His Arms
Sure, they were thin and not very muscular but they were comforting as hell. Bad dreams were common with her, causing silent crying at four a.m. which he would always hear. His semi-muscular arms would wrap around her as he whispered soothing nothings into her ear. She’d eventually fall asleep in the arms of her lover, making him carry her into their bed and hold her tightly to ward off any more nightmares.

•His Hands
His large hands were another aspect of him that was amazing. His hands were soft and warm. They played melodies gently on ivory keys. They made her hands look like dwarves compared to his. Every time they kissed, his right hand would go to her chin as he bent down enough to reach her lips. They’d hold her own hands tightly whenever he got angry or nervous. They sloppily messed with her hair if she ever sat on his legs.

•His Chest
The one time you could hear his heartbeat was when you were laying on his chest. Either in the cinema, on the couch or in bed, his heart always seemed to beat louder and harder when he was with her.

•His Belly
Though you might not be able to see it, he has a small pudgy belly. He thinks it’s gross looking on himself. But she thinks it’s adorable. She’ll find herself laying her head on his stomach and gently squishing it. She’ll lay across him and hear his stomach gurgling from hunger.

•His Legs
His legs were long and skinny, making anyone who stood next to him look like a midget. They carried her weight if she ever fell asleep on the couch. They bent down when he wanted so desperately to kiss her.

To say the least, Y/n L/n was deeply in love with Daniel Howell. There was no doubt about it.

You could also say the same for Dan. He’s never felt so incredibly in love with someone and he hoped that it would never end.

“At first glance, he probably looks that way, but when he needs to he can be stronger than anyone. He always thinks of his friends and never gives up. Even if it means ignoring his own needs. That’s what makes me worry about him, but… that’s why I believe in him. “

-Kyoko Kirigiri, Danganronpa: The End of Hope’s Peak High School, Future Arc Episode 9: You Are My Reason To Die


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