A/N: I don’t know why but I just really needed a part 2 to this one,
enjoy! P.S. Sorry to any Spencer fans, I don’t know why but I really wanted
Daryl to punch Spencer out.
It has been over a week since the incident with Spencer and
subsequently since you and Daryl had been nearly inseparable, in every sense of
the word. Ever since that night Daryl had stood up for you and had shown how he
really felt about you, you thought about nothing and no one but Daryl. It was
almost like the part of your life spent pining for Spencer was nothing more
than a bad dream. No one could satisfy you like Daryl, something he proved
every time he touched you, hell even every time he looked at you.
You watched from afar as Daryl helped load guns into the infirmary, his
strong, sweaty muscles flexing with ever heavy object he moved, seemingly
effortlessly. You watched Daryl from the street across the way, as you sat on a
grassy spot within the courtyard, that looked just across from it. You licked
your lips, feeling aroused just watching him do menial tasks.
Fuck. You have to stop this Y/N.People are bound to notice you can’t
concentrate on anything but him. You complain to yourself in your head, but
never break eye contact with the scene in front of you.
From the corner of your eye you see a familiar figure and tense a
little as Spencer appears in front of you, seemingly going about his own
business, walking across your view to the front gate. You do not break your eye
contact with Daryl, on purpose, as to not even look or make contact with
Spencer. You two had not spoken since the incident and you’d like to keep it
You keep your gaze fixed as Spencer slows his steps and looks at you,
expecting a reaction out of you. Don’t
give him a damn minute. You think to yourself, keeping your gaze and mind
focused on Daryl, who is about 50 yards ahead of you, unaware you are there and
unaware of Spencer’s presence. If he had been aware, Daryl would have already
been over here in his face, but your man was a hard worker and was focused on
the task at hand.
After a moment or two you realized Spencer was not going to go anywhere
until you gave him his reactions. You quickly snapped your head over to where
he was standing, breaking your gaze with Daryl.
You looked at him annoyed. “What?” You said flatly and tried to stare
through him with hatred.
You look at him and see his face is down trodden and irritated. He
looks at you and then looks over at Daryl.
“That’s how it is huh?” Spencer scoffed angrily.
“Had I known you’d give it up for just anyone…. Maybe I was wrong about
you.” He said angry, but with a glint of lust in his eyes.
You flatly roll your eyes and return your gaze.
“Go away, Spencer.” You say with little to no emotion in your voice.
“He must be one good fuck.” Spencer replies and walks over to me
positioning his tall body, hovering over me, sitting in the grass. I look directly
around him disgusted and trying to hold my composure, feeling sick to my
“I’m not interested Spencer, get the fuck away from me.” You say, more
commanding this time.
He kneels down and puts his face nearly inches away from mine, I force
myself to look into his eyes with flat determination.
“That’s not what you were saying last week baby…” He said thickly as he
looked me up and down and licked his lips.
“I heard the way you fuck, I was wrong about you… Maybe I do want a taste.”
He said, licking his lips again and staring at your breasts.
You fold your arms defensively and coldly look in his eyes.
“I’m fucking taken Spencer, get out of here before I have Daryl come
over here.” You stare him down.
The mention of Daryl’s name triggers slight fear in him as he stands up
and takes a step back, looking over to the infirmary again, double checking
that Daryl had not spotted him. He smirks, watching Daryl go about his
“Daryl ain’t gonna be around all the time for you to hide behind Y/N…
When he’s not, I bet I can make you feel that ache you once had for me again.”
Spencer said winking sleazily and slightly grabbing his crouch. You roll your eyes in disgust and try not to
feel threatened, pulling your already crossed legs up, hugging them closer with
your arms and pulling them closer to your chest, as to try and feel more
“Fuck off, Spencer.” You spit back, staring straight ahead with
“I’ll catch you later, Y/N.” He says cockily and stiffly walks away, to
do who knows what or who. You don’t even look at him as he leaves, now staring
solidly and determinedly at the tar road in front of you, trying not to give in
to all the anger you are feeling.
Who the fuck does that douche
think he is? You think angrily to yourself. Angry was better than fearful
and you’d be damned if a piece of shit like that make you feel afraid. You were
staring straight ahead, rocking back and forth, trying to hold on to your
anger, when you were startled by a hand waving in front of your face. Your head
snaps away from the scene that just took place and you realize that the hand is
Daryl’s and he is trying to get your attention.
You look up at him, trying to shake your anger, and you smile up at him.
“Hey, you.” You smile happily, the moment your eyes meet his.
His loving gaze returns your own and he sits down beside you, bumping
his shoulder to yours, slightly resting his head onto your shoulder for a
moment before sitting back up and looking at you curiously.
“Everything alright?” Daryl asked, concerned at your odd behavior.
“Yeah.” You respond quickly and your eyes dart, for the first time,
toward the asshole who made you upset in the first place.
Daryl follows your gaze and sees Spencer with his arm cocked up on the
fence with Michelle pinned under it, a glint of lust in her eyes as she lifts
her hips toward him. Spencer leans into whisper something into her ear and
while doing this he turns his gaze and looks directly at you, thrusting his
hips into Michelle a little more, putting on a show.
“Is he fucking serious?” Daryl asked, now enraged, as he began to try and
stand up. Before he could you catch him and pull him back down, kneeling in
front of him.
“He’s an ass, Daryl. Let it be. I got what I want.” You say seriously
and force Daryl to focus back onto you and your eyes. Once your eyes meet his,
he relaxes a little.
“Besides, the best thing we can do is show him exactly how much I have
who and what I need.”
With this you straddle Daryl in broad daylight, in front of everyone,
and begin to devour his lips. You put one of his hands on your ass, as the
other caresses and pulls your hair, lightly. You moan as his lips move and
swirl around your tongue in a fast and passionate motion. You take his other
hand and put it on the other side of your ass, as you begin to gently ride him.
His lips leave your mouth and turn their attention to your sweet spot,
just below your right earlobe, as he begins to suck on your neck. You shut your
eyes sharply in pleasure, already so wet for him.
You turn in Spencer’s direction, as Daryl sucks you hard on your neck,
you look at Spencer and moan out loud as your man engulfs your sweet spot.
Spencer winces in pained anger and you turn back to Daryl and moan into his
“Baby. I need you so much. You’re the only one I need. You know that
right?” You say as you force him off your neck, to look deeply into your eyes.
He nods quickly as you feel him harden underneath you. You smile at him and
kiss him roughly one more time.
“We shouldn’t do this here. But I need you now, baby.” You seductively
whisper in his ear as he growls quietly into your neck, in agreement.
Suddenly, his hands on both sides of your ass smack once more, really
hard, as he puts you on the ground. He stands up and offers you his hand, you
take it laughing a little, excited for what was to come. You stand and face
him, with nothing but playful lust in your eyes, forgetting about everyone
around you. You grab Daryl’s shoulder and jump onto his waist wrapping both
legs around him as he catches you, bracing both of his strong arms under your ass
as he holds you in his arms. You devour each others mouths longingly, as he
walks you both down the street, somewhat blindly and staggering, towards his
house. You laugh out loud in glee as he stumbles a little, breaking your kiss
on his mouth and attacking his neck with your lips, so that he can see a little
better as he carries you toward bliss.
You crash into his house as you had done how many times before since
that first night, every moment you could get away, you did. He is still holding
you in his arms, with your legs wrapped tightly around him as he pulls you
directly in the living room and shoves you onto a small, but sturdy, nightstand
table in the corner of the room. Your ass crashes down onto it, hard and you
moan a little.
“Daryl! The door!” You giggle a little, in both excitement and worry.
He grunts in dismay and unwraps you from around his waist.
“Stay here.” He commands and goes running to shut and lock the door.
He slams it shut, locks it, and comes running back to you as you giggle
even harder at his raw attraction. You open your legs up to him again, in his
return to you.
His lips crash into yours harshly with a certain sense of immediacy. He
really wanted you so bad right now. Your pussy got wet just thinking of how badly
he wanted to be inside you, the feeling was mutual.
As he is passionately swirling his tongue around yours, you feel his
hand trace down your cheek, jawline, collarbone, the side of your breast –
where he stopped to massaged and flick your nipple, through your shirt a couple
“Oh yeah, Baby!” You break your kiss, to cry out to him.
He smiles and pulls your hair back slightly, before crashing his mouth
back into yours, fucking your tongue with his own.
His hand roughly traces and grabs down to your side, across your
stomach, and down to your waistline. He shoves his hand eagerly down into your
shorts, under your panties, and starts massaging your already soaking wet clit.
“Fuck, Y/N. You are so wet for me.” He says, breaking the kiss again
long enough to stare into your eyes lustful and ready.
You stare back and whimper a little, having lost all control over your
body. You arch into him, staring into his eyes intently.
“I am so ready for you baby.” You moan arching into him again, he pulls
your hair back at the same time, and begins to devour your neck, harshly
nibbling underneath your chin and all the way up to your earlobe. Once he is
there he flicks it between his teeth and harshly sucks on the soft spot just
below it, making you scream out his name in pleasure.
“Daryl!” You cry out in voluntarily.
He moans as your whole body arches into him.
He continues to trace your folds and circle your clit a few more times
before shoving two fingers inside your pussy. You arch up in pleasure again.
“Oh my god, yes!” You cry out writhing into his hands.
His fingers start to pump into you slowly at first, but as you writhe
he obeys and begins to fuck you faster with his fingers, all the while rubbing
your clit with his thumb. His tongue sucks and licks into your sweet spot,
pulling your earlobe into his mouth to flick it over and over with his tongue.
He breathes purposefully heavily behind your ear as he harshly sucks on your
flesh there, you moan over and over at the sensation.
You continue to pump yourself onto his hand, harder and harder, he
pumps three fingers in, knowing you are about to cum.
Your head rockets back, hitting hard against the wall, but you couldn’t
feel anything other than the ecstasy Daryl was showing you.
Daryl pumped his fingers in and out of you with such force you thought
you’d cum so hard you’d shatter to pieces.
“Fuck yeah, baby, right there!” You cried out as he pumped his fingers
into you harder and harder, making sure to hit your clit with his thumb every
time you thrust onto his digits.
You erratically began to thrust faster and harder against him
“Cum for me baby.” Daryl growled into your ear, causing all the right
vibrations to hit your body.
With his breath in your ear and his fingers fucking you just right, you
thrust onto him, long and grueling onto your clit and came, hard.
“Yes… Daryl! Yes!!” You cried out as you cum around his fingers. Daryl
pumped his fingers into you a few more times, deep, to make sure your pleasure
was as long and lasting as it could be.
Once you came he removed his finger, licked his tongue up and down your
neck, and growled in your ear.
“You are so damn sexy when you cum.” He says, removing his lips from
you and backing away, he takes the three fingers that were in you and engulfs
them in his mouth, licking you off him
“Mmmm.” He moans as he laps up your juices off his digits, closing his
You moan, already turned on again and begin playing with your breasts
over your shirt, watching him lick his fingers. You stand up suddenly and strip
off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in only your bra and panties.
Daryl’s attention turns back to you with lust in his eyes. You walk
over to him and rip off his shirt, from the bottom of his abdomen, he lifts his
arms in compliance, as you rip it off of his muscular body, throwing it to the
floor. You then begin to unbutton his pants, suddenly in such a hurry to taste
him. He chuckles a little as you drop to your knees, frustrated the fabric won’t
give way as fast as you need it to. You finally get the jeans down past his
hips and his big, hard cock pops out, fully erect. You lick your lips at the site, but continue
to help him pull off his jeans. He lifts one knee up at a time as you undress
him as fast as you can and throw the frustrating fabric out of your way. You
kneel before his magnificent naked body and before his huge cock. You had never
been with anyone so well endowed and fuck did it feel good. You feel the urge
to touch yourself at the sight of him, but try to focus on what you wanted to
do for him.
You smile up at him, licking your lips, as you grab his cock in your
hand. Never taking your eyes off him you guide it into your mouth, slowly
teasing his tip, as your tongue swirls around and around in a fast motion.
Daryl’s head juts back at the sensation.
“Fuck yeah, Y/N!” He cries out uncontrollably, before returning his
intent gaze on you sucking him off. You smile with his cock still in your mouth
and begin to take as much of his shaft into your throat as you could, you bob
up and down, throat fucking his huge cock, as you hear him moan in delight,
only making you want to go deeper. He grabs your hair with his hand and roughly
starts pushing you in and out of him harshly.
“Fuck yeah, baby.. oh yeah. That feels so good.” He cried out, as you
suck him off, tasting his salty sweetness already.
He stops and pulls you out of his mouth. You look up at him with a
“Get back up there.” He orders nodding to the side table you had been
perched on before.
You nod in agreement as you hop back on the small table against the
living room wall.
He growls. He is so turned on right now and is ready to fuck the shit
out of you. He crashes his mouth into you, and his hands roam down to unclip
your bra, you help him and undo it completely, throwing it to the ground.
Meanwhile Daryl struggles with your underwear, suddenly you cry out in pleasure
as he smacks your ass hard and lifts it with one quick motion, tearing your
panties of and throwing them behind him.
He groans in pleasure seeing how wet your pussy is.
As he runs his fingers slightly up and down your folds and encircles
your wet clit, you arch up screaming in pleasure.
“Oh my god! Yes, please I need you inside me.” You cry out.
Suddenly, you feel him line his huge cock up to your center and slam it
into your tight pussy. The side table slams against the wall in response, along
with your ass.
“Fuck, yeah baby!” You cry out in pleasure.
He smiles at your response and thrusts into you just as hard again, and
again, until all you can hear it the sound of the table slamming against the
wall, in reaction to him slamming into your body and hitting your clit harder
and harder, faster and faster.
You slam your hips back into his, in response, making the sensation even
better. You cry out as loud as you ever have as he grabs your hips and smacks
your ass a few times.
“Fuck yeah!” You cry out, causing him to smack you again.
His thrusts become long and hard as he fills all of you and hits your
clit repeatedly, making sure to put as much pressure as he could onto it.
“Faster baby.” You cry out, longing to feel your release.
He obliges and fucks you faster and harder as your ass and the table
slam into the wall so hard, you think it may break. You pull him closed to you
and kiss him hard on the lips, so hard you thought you may draw blood.
You are bouncing up and down as his cock fucks you hard, you look at
him as he stares intensely at you and your bouncing body, in all its glory. He
leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it
passionately and harshly. You cry out in pure pleasure and press his head to
your breasts, as he plays with them both for a minute, before coming back up to
your mouth and crashing his lips against you again. He breaks the kiss and
leads back, all the while staring into your eyes, while fucking you.
“Cum for me baby…” he commands as he pulls you closer and his hips push
you nearly through the wall, roughly. He starts thrusting faster and faster
onto your clit and you feel yourself close to climax.
“Yeah baby… just like that.. harder… faster… Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” You cry
out as you cum hard onto his huge cock, you moan in so much pleasure you
thought you might explode.
He thrusts become harder and erratic after he feels you cum around him
and he fucks you into the wall, hard.
“Oh Fuck Y/N!!!” he cries out, thrusting his hips into you and into the
wall, causing so much pleasurable pressure you both cry out again together, as
he holds you into it and cums inside you.
He thrusts a couple more times as you moan in happiness and then slips
out of you, kissing your forehead sloppily.
You look up at him with satisfied, yet still lustful eyes, and pull his
mouth to yours for one more long passionate kiss. He rests his head on your
shoulder’s tired out and you kiss his forehead tenderly. You unwrap your legs
and let them dangle below the side table. Daryl growls satisfied into you.
“That was fucking amazing, baby.” He said.
“You are fucking amazing, baby.” You smile and he looks up at you with
serious eyes, only to begin to devour your mouth, yet again.
Later that evening, after a couple more rounds with each other, and one
exhausted nap, you both emerge again from the house to walk down the street to
where everyone was having dinner. It was easier to ration dinner when everyone
ate together. So it had become normal for everyone in the town to all gather
together when it was time.
Daryl grabbed your hand into his and you both walked satisfied,
side-by-side, toward the smell of the food and the sound of the laughter. You
rested your head on Daryl’s shoulder as you sighed happily and continued on
You both sat down, by Carol, Rick, and Michonne, and laughed and talked
all through the unmemorable meal. Daryl noticed Spencer staring at you both,
yet again, from down the table. He scoffed angrily, as his blood again began to
boil. That boy is getting on my nerves.
Daryl thought to himself. You did not notice, as you were focused on a story
Rick was telling.
Daryl noticed Spencer slip away, and Daryl kissed you on the forehead
and excused himself for a moment. You smiled happily at the feel of his lips on
your forehead, closing your eyes for a moment, as if to take the sense in as
deep as you could. You hear Rick chuckle a little and your eyes snapped back open,
forgetting you were not alone. You laugh and smile at him, in response.
“Shut up.” You say playfully and watch your man saunter of, with that
stride that you loved so much.
“I didn’t say a word.” Rick laughed playfully, raising his arms in the air, smirking.
Daryl followed Spencer down the street, he appeared to be headed toward
his house. Spencer stops in his own yard and is about to walk up the stairs to
his home, when he feels a hand suddenly on his shoulder, that whips him around.
Bam! He feels a fist ram straight into his jaw, hard, and he falls to the
ground. Bam! He gets hit once more, this time on the eye, as he is laying there
trying to regain his senses.
Suddenly, Spencer sees Daryl get up from the ground, staggering back,
and breathing heavily, his chest pumping up and down with adrenaline, and hate
in his eyes.
“Don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but ya need to stop
staring at my girl. She is mine and she doesn’t want anything to do with your
piece of shit ass.” Daryl growled loudly and paced back and forth a little,
trying to restrain himself from hitting him anymore, like he desperately wanted
“I hear that you even look at her wrong, let alone make her feel uncomfortable
again, I will end you.” He says dead serious. Spencer crawls back on the grass,
clutching his eye in pain and look at Daryl in fear.
“Okay.” He hands go up. “Got the message loud and clear, she’s yours.”
He says backpedaling until he finds the stairs to his porch. He sits on the
first step clutching his eye.
Daryl strides over and puts his face inches from Spencer’s, looking
intently at him.
“I fucking mean it. Stay the fuck away from her. I won’t tell you
again.” He says matter-of-factly, waiting for Spencer to nod, before removing
his face from Spencer’s and quickly striding off back toward the dinner party.
Daryl sits back down next to you, his chest huffing up and down as the
adrenaline begins to subside from his body. You notice and look over at him
worriedly, you never like to see him worked up like that.
“Everything okay?” You ask a little worried.
Daryl takes a deep breath and calms his breathing, looking at you with
nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.
“Everything is just fine, baby.” He says in soft tone, one that
contradicts his earlier behavior, but you melt into him anyway.
He rests his forehead against yours for a moment and smiles at you,
pulling you into a soft, gentle kiss. He pulls away, kisses you on your
forehead and turns back to finish his meal, grabbing your hand into his under
Prompt - Dean is stressed out about work, so he has you relieve the stress and takes a little break
Warning - smut , a lot of it
A/N- Hiiiiii:) So credit to the owner of this lovely gif, (as usual) but I need requests. Bc I’m running out of ideas :/ I apologize for the shitty work lately, but they’re ideas that are just spur of the moment, so i just quickly write them. Anywhoooo , enjoy this little bit of Dean, and I’ll be sure to send some Jared and Cas ya’ll’s way soon:) <3
You loved watching Dean get frustrated. When he wasn’t really mad, just exhausted. Part of you felt bad for enjoying it , but his frustration was adorable. Especially when he took it out on you later. Dean would clench his fists on the table when talking to Sam about the case, getting frustrated that he couldn’t figure out what they were after or exactly how the victims tied together. You watched from the couch of the dingy motel you three were staying in for that case, loving how Deans arms flexed when he would clench his fists in angst. Sam stood from the table where he was trying to find the link of the victims on his laptop, and spoke. “I’m going to take a break. Get some food. You guys want anything?” I glanced down at you, and your day dream was ripped away. “Uh, just a cheeseburger or something.” You said, glancing at him. “Alright..” Sam said, grabbing the keys to Baby and leaving.
You looked back at Dean, his legs kicked up on the table, his hands on his head. He was breathing deeply, and you were watching his chest rise and fall. God, you could feel yourself getting damp. “Baby…” You said, waiting for Dean to even glance your way. “Yes, sweetheart?” Dean asked not looking at you. Okay, maybe he is more than frustrated. “Take a break until Sammy gets back.” you say, walking over to him. He puts his legs down, “Let me” you begin, putting your legs on either side of him “be your break.” You begin to kiss his neck, and you feel his hands slide down your sides to your hips. You grind down on his semi-hard member, and his head rolls back, moaning. You love the noises he makes and this just gives you motivation.
His hands slip into your shirt, his rough hands caress your side and you moan. He takes the change to explore your mouth. “Dean..” You grind a bit heavier on his lap as he is now completely hard. Dean takes your shirt off, reaching behind you to undo your bra. You throw it to the side, taking his off and caressing his anti- possession tattoo on his chest. He pulls you closer, feeling your chest on his. You lift your legs up and break your kiss, to climb off him and get on your knees. He looks down at you, watching your actions. You unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans. He lifts his hips so you can pull them down, and you do. Grabbing his shaft, you lick from base to tip, sucking on just the tip, earning a low moan from him before you take him in completely. You continue to bob your head back and forth until he is close. “Baby I’m gon-” You cut him off by taking him out of your mouth and standing up to straddle him again. “You’re suck a fucking tease” he says, setting you down on his cock, filling you up. He plays with your nipples, leaving love bites on your neck and chest as you ride him.
You roll your hips back and forth slowly, appreciating the way he feels and stretches you just right. “Dean” You moan as he starts to meet your thrusts with his own. “Dean, baby” you say as he puts his finger on your clit, rubbing slow circles. “Fuck Y/N you feel so good” He says before thrusting into you one more time, both of you finding release. You ride out both of your highs, then get up, kissing his lips and grabbing your shirt. “I love you” you say, kissing him again.
“I love you too” I says, putting his pants back on.
Ok. OK. I finally got down and watched the entire episode. I could go make a detailed review of it, but I’m lazy af so I’ll just point this out.
Izuru cried. Yes, he cried. His body started reacting to stimuli (Chiaki) and neurotransmitters filled his brain, activating his tear ducts.
DO YOU REALIZE WHAT THIS MEANS?
A PART OF HAJIME STILL EXISTS.. It’s just a small fragment left, but he still exists. He doesn’t remember her, but Izuru reacted in a way Hajime would’ve. I mean look at him. He’s surprised. Because you don’t really need memories to feel the things you felt before. Exactly like how a person with amnesia still feels fuzzy around the person they love.
This is what the opening meant. He’s fading but not completely gone. Despite his memories being repressed to the dark depths of his mind, the feelings of Hajime Hinata still exist.
And this… this is the only fragment of hope I have found in this episode. (Aside from figuring out Juzo is gay, but that’s a topic for another time.)
Midweek wip !? Whaaaaaat !?!?! Yea~ Cuz I feel like it XDD Safe papy!!
But just sketchy stuff ! Good thing I know what I’m doing here ahaha …My inner voices scream at me, to draw cleaner lines, even if rougly animating XDDD …. but … I’m still not listening to them >:3
Oh and I just turned on the music in my AMV … and I felt so happy qwq … i turned it off since like .. forever ahaha .. it so nice to hear it with music .. with most animated parts .. ahhh … I you could have seen what I did ~ But I still need tiiime ~
Okay, this part here was really the main reason for this gifset, but I felt like it needed some context. And then mybrainsonvacation said they were reblogging mostly for this part, so I thought I’d post this for anyone who just wants to watch this part repeatedly/have it on their blog, like me.
i found these lines from about a year and a half ago and actually still
liked them, so i finally colored them. i tweaked them a little, but the only
part i felt the need to totally reline was his hair…which is pretty surprising
since hair is pretty much the last thing i would have suspected that i improved at! for a second i considered relining the entire thing, but then i realized
there was no way i was going to draw all those flowers again