“Superior Spider-Man is, bar none, the coolest Spider-Man story that doesn’t involve Stan Lee and Steve Ditko. It tells the tale of Spider-Man, dying, in the body of Doc Ock, who had stolen Peter’s body. When the story begins, no one knows that Doc Ock has taken over Spidey’s body. It takes — admittedly — not super long for the reader to find out, but that singular shock is so, so profound.
Plus, Doc Ock stays in Peter Parker’s body for, um, a very long time. And as he lives, he changed Parker’s life forever — getting a doctorate, creating a company, and helping save the Universe. One of the reasons that Superior Spider-Man is one of the best face-heel turn characters is because eventually his hero side still wins out. He’s still a hero, even when he’s Doc Ock.”
1) Otto wasn’t a hero. He was a genocidal maniac who invaded people’s privacy, brutalized and blackmailed people, bodily violated Peter Parker, murdered people, raped Anna Maria Marconi and tried to rape Mary Jane. Fuck whoever calls him a ‘hero’.
2) It’s leagues and bounds nowhere even close to the coolest Spidey story outside Lee and Ditko. The Death of Gwen Stacy, The Death of Jean DeWolff, Kraven’s Last Hunt, Spider-Man: the Lost Years, Spider-Man Redemption, the Hobgoblin Saga, the Harry Osborn Saga. Literally all of those are better than Superior Spider-Man
3) This is part of a list claiming that there are other examples of superheroes going bad which are more controversial than HYDRACap.
The premise of the article is ridiculous from the outset.
Controversy is measured in the scale of the reaction to something and NOTHING has been more controversial than HYDRACap
Aaah! I’m so sorry that this has taken me so long to do! This is also my first time ever writing a kiss, so I hope it’s decent and I hope you enjoy! (put under read-more for length)
Prompt: 42) kisses where one person is sitting in the other’s lap
Closing the cap on yet another water bottle, you noticed yourself releasing one shallow breath after the other. You really liked to believe you weren’t this unfit. In fact, you’re pretty sure you weren’t this unfit. And yet here you are, barely able to breathe during the volleyball training camp underneath the harsh summer sun. It was times like this that you wondered just why the hell you decided to become a volleyball manager.
Then you remembered your boyfriend. The one everyone always talks about when it came to volleyball.
If you were to be completely honest, you knew nothing about the world of volleyball and how big of a deal your boyfriend was. It really shocked everyone in the entire school when they found out the volleyball manager dating the volleyball god had seemingly no interest in the sport.
It wasn’t as though you hated the sport or anything. In fact, the more you watched it, the more you began to enjoy it. Still, if it wasn’t for Ushijima, you’d definitely be doing nothing at home right now, nice and cool under the A/C with something cold to eat, which was starting to sound like a really nice idea.
Especially compared to the heat stroke you were about to have.
Summary: Deciding to stay in for a date, Peter and the Reader are faced with annoying and embarrassing comments from the whole team, who are unaware of their relationship.
Word Count: 2,428
Warnings: language, fluff, annoying avengers (??), embarrassed!Peter, embarrassed!Reader, cuteness, LOTR trilogy. (Let me know if I missed any)
A/N: Alright homies, I apologize it has taken me so long to upload something. I’ve been reaally stressed. So hopefully this is okay? For the anon that requested this, I hope you like it. I’d love some feedback, as always. Enjoy reading!
Dark, gray clouds blocked any source of light from shining through the big, thick glass windows surrounding every inch of the building.
The entire tower was filled with a solemn mood that spread into every corner and room.
Most of the team dreaded days like these, since it put a damper on their mood, (especially Steve).
You, however, cherished days like these the most.
It’s where you find your peace and inner self, no matter how depressing that may sound.
It helps you relax and release any stresses that corrupt your thoughts.
But the best reason of all is that you don’t have to leave the house, even if you had a date with Peter tonight.
However, thinking that idea through, you realized something.
squished cheeks and constant cuddling, coordinating rallies, shredding dumb newspaper articles, whipped cream on waffles, huffs of exasperation,
lying across laps, lemon sorbet, tagging along on family holidays, commandeering bike rides by hopping on the handlebars, cheesy pop songs, getting dragged on detours and errands and adventures, chuckling at each other,
fondly shaking your head. (requested by @eirenical)
A/N: This piece is very long and has taken me a long time to write for several reasons. But I hope this is what these lovely people hoped for when they sent in their requests (xxx)!
Love you all and I hope you have a great day :)
Harry had always been in awe of you.
From the moment he had you in his
life, his heart had been filled with your gentle compassion. He had admired
your instinctive kindness, personally witnessing the way you’d give a piece of
your heart to everyone in your life. “Being
kind is all that I can give” he’d hear you say and it breaks him just a
little when he watches your smile falter for a fraction of a second, before you
arch your eyes and nod your head slightly towards him in reassurance. You’re
doing it again, he gathers, putting up a front to satisfy the people around
you. Making sure they remained lost in their pursuit of happiness while you’re
left alone to pick up your own shattered pieces.
Harry had regretted that night the
most. The first, of many, where your heart felt particularly heavy as you
smiled and whispered “I’m fine” to
his concerned eyes. The silk of your dress clumped at your shoulders as you
walked away from him then, away from a night of celebrating your recent
promotion at work and into a cab to nurse your friend that had gulped too much tequila
to shove away his own misfortunate thoughts.
tbh im impressed it has taken this long for louis to actually be in a physical altercation with a pap because if it had been me i would have started swinging when they were yelling and asking if my child was fake
Summary:You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.
Word count: ~2500
Warnings:Language, mission/war related violence and gore, shooting, battle related injuries/casualties/mayhem
A/N: My sincere apologies for how long this has taken. I’ve been dealing with some personal things and, quite frankly, it took away all desire to write. I hope you like this chapter, the photo with the shield later on in the story is actually the inspiration for the entire series. So you can get inspiration from anywhere :) I want to thank everyone who stuck around waiting and who has been so helpful and kind to me. Also, I’m very excited to continue writing more chapters! Thank you for your continued patience.
As always, feedback is always appreciated. Please let me know how the ‘action’ plays out as I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling. Thanks!
face fell in horror, but you seemed to be the only one moving, the rest of the
world seemed to be stuck in some sort of time lapse. Bucky was still just crouching there, holding
the boy, with that stupid, beautiful smile still plastered to his face, not yet
seeing the danger, not yet registering your alarm.
No no no no no no NO! Your mind was screaming the words as you tore your gaze away from the
scene. The man was getting closer. NO!
bolted forward, shoving the woman into the alley screaming for Bucky to run,
ripping your vocal chords in the process.
Your legs felt like they were trudging through molasses, like some force
was pulling you back, weighing you down.
And each step on the pavement felt like an elephant stomp making the
ground shake. But it was as if you
weren’t moving any closer. But you had
to. You had to. Because what was about to happen could. not.
How many public statements did Hillary Clinton, personally, release about the Muslim ban? How many were worded at all strongly? How many times has she spoken against his appointments? The naked racism and bigotry of Jeff Sessions, with whom she served in the Senate and about whom she surely would have been able to provide insight during the confirmation process? How many times has she acknowledged her role in destabilizing Yemen, Iraq, Syria, and Libya - her part in creating this crisis? How many times has she lauded her “progressive” positions - positions taken after years of calculating, long after they ceased to be politically risky? How much has she assumed she deserves your respect? How much does she really deserve it?
moroccan mint tea, the smell of wood and old books, thinking big,
arms slung round shoulders, attending public lectures, falling asleep at your desk, absent-minded sketching, running away with ideas and off on tangents, getting tattoos together, keeping your word no matter what, head-to-head trivia challenges, finding the dorkiest jokes funny, wearing that one same pair of shoes forever, not being able to rest until you’ve found the answer. (requested by @silver-soliloquy)
Anon request: Fighting with Jungkook + drabble It’s not the same as Yoongi’s but I thought this fit better. I am so sorry it has taken so long, it has been sitting in my drafts for weeeeks (ask you can tell by the date of the text) I am so sorry I hope you like it!
Jungkook x Reader Warnings: Implied Smut Words: 1250
You knocked once on the bathroom door and waited for a response. After
receiving a text from Yoongi, you rushed out of the door and into the nearest
taxi. Reading over the texts again and again, you felt your stomach twist as
the guilt set in. Fuck, what had you done. The fact Jungkook thought he was a
bad boyfriend made your heart squeeze into your throat. He was far from it, in
fact he was the best boyfriend you have ever had, going above and beyond anyone
ever had. Making you smile when you needed it, telling you that he loved you
nearly every day even when he was on tour. He would always make you feel so
loved and important and you couldn’t even let him off this one time. You were
being selfish and you needed to fix it. You phone beeped with another text,
this time from Taehyung.
ok I have a TERRIBLE time following all the goings on in night vale can you kind of..explain or summarize what's happening with these different realities
Sorry that it has taken me so long to get around to replying! I’ve been rushed off my feet (which is also why the blog is inactive at the moment), but realised I ought to reply before a new episode potentially confuses things further.
Main Reality Presuming that all previous episodes have taken place in the same reality, this is - for all intents and purposes - our original Night Vale.
At this moment in time, a whole host of alternate realities are bleeding into this reality through tears. It seems that individuals can cross into these realities (young!Cecil in Filings and main!Cecil in Cal), and potentially even stay in them indefinitely (Dana in Cal).
The consequences of all these timelines colliding are not yet known.
Cassette Reality The reality of young!Cecil originally introduced in Cassettes.
It seems much the same to the main!Reality, to the point where main!Cecil thought he had simply forgot the events. However, young!Cecil mentions having a brother rather than a sister like main!Cecil, and seems to meet an unpleasant end in the final recording.
In Filings, the realities of young!Cecil and main!Cecil cross yet again, with the former working as an intern for the latter. It is revealed that main!Cecil is the flickering shadow that young!Cecil reported in his apparently ill-fated recording. Though, main!Cecil is unable to prevent the event from transpiring, and a bathroom mirror was left smashed as a result.
Cal Reality The reality that main!Cecil finds himself in Cal.
Cal is revealed to be Cecil’s brother in this reality.
Cecil recalls that him and Cal were troublemakers in their childhood, and were involved in petty crime. Along with this, Cecil begins to forget about Carlos. This suggests that people from different realities will take on the memories of that reality whilst forgetting about their own.
Cal appears to be suffering from radiation poisoning or something similar. This suggests that doomsday event in 1983 occurred in this reality.
Notably, this could potentially be the same reality as the Cassette Reality. It is the only other instance we have heard of Cecil having a brother.
Mini Reality A potential reality from which the mini!Night Vale beneath the bowling alley might have originated.
The mini!Cecil is a lot more subdued than main!Cecil, and is closer to being a more “traditional” radio broadcaster. He delivers a weather report rather than the usual music, and attempts to give a traffic report even though there is no change in traffic.
The mini!Night Vale may have been transferred from its own reality by Huntokar (known as their god) to save it from the 1983 event.
Additional Things So far, Carlos has only appeared in the Main Reality.
With the difficulty citizens of main!Night Vale have when it comes to leaving, they could be in a similar situation to mini!Night Vale.
If the Cassette Reality and Cal Reality are one and the same, then the event at the end of young!Cecil’s recordings could have been related to what transpired in 1983.
In Deft Bowman, main!Cecil discovers two different headlines for the same day in 1983. One with the destruction of Nulogorsk, and one about normal town events. This could either be a cover-up, or another example of something bleeding through from another reality.
Don’t think I have it all here, but really need to get back to work! Hope this helps!
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
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
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
“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
“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
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
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
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
“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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
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
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
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,
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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…