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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…

11. “Why are there four dogs in our house? We don’t own four dogs. We don’t even own one.”

Sebastian Stan was a hardworking guy. Over the last year and a half, he gotten booked on more movies than ever before. At first it was a tad overwhelming, but it was his passion. He absolutely loved what he did.

He worried that the more traveling he did, the more of a strain it would be on your relationship. The two of you had been together for almost three years. You met because of a mutual friend who had a feeling that the two of you would click. Your friend had been right.

It started off slow but the relationship picked up speed when you both realized that there wasn’t anyone else on the planet that you’d rather be with. You felt like you knew absolutely everything about him and he felt the same about you.

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“I am a little hurt that he’s not here tonight. We had so much fun the last time. And it is surprising. You got a room full of reporters, celebrities, cameras, and he says no. Is this dinner too tacky for The Donald? What could he possibly be doing instead? Is he at home, eating a Trump Steak, tweeting out insults to Angela Merkel? There’s one area where Donald’s experience could be invaluable, because Trump knows a thing or two about running waterfront properties into the ground. That’s probably enough. I’ve got more material. I don’t want to spend too much time on The Donald. Following your lead, I want to show some restraint. With that I just have two more words to say: Obama Out.”

*An anon requested a blurb with Harry talking about you and yalls future when he thought you were asleep but really weren’t. So here is it anon, hope you enjoy! 💕*


He had been running his fingers across your back while you two laid in bed. You weren’t sure what time it was, you were just enjoying laying in bed with Harry. Because laying in bed always made you sleepy you were drifting in and out of sleep. Also his fingertips which were so soft, and a continuous motion, were not helping you stay awake either.

When you’d drift in and out of consciousnesses you would hear him speaking softly. At first you figured he was just going on about something silly. I mean you two were debating best superheroes before you starting falling asleep, so you figured he was still going on about that. But when you heard him say “our future” you started to listen in more.

Nights like this is what harry loved most. Just laying in bed talking and cuddling into the early hours of the morning. Moments like this he reflected on your life together. How much he loved it, how much he loved you, how lucky he was to have you, and how much he couldn’t wait for your future together.

“You know I think about our future a lot.” He whispered into the darkness. He didn’t want to speak too loudly because he figured you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t spoken in quite awhile, and your breathing was evening out. Also he had to be honest, he was a bit afraid to lay out all his hopes and dreams of your guys future together. You two had said I love you. But that was just recently. And you two weren’t married. He didn’t want to freak you out with all he dreamed and wanted with you, but he could imagine it all.

“I can see it all with you love. Marriage, children, growing old together.” He smiled to himself imaging all of it. “You’re the one for me. I just know it.”

Because your face was hidden in the elbow of your arm facing away from him Harry didn’t notice you smile to yourself. He didn’t know you were awake and you planned to keep it that way. You wanted to hear all he had to say, because you felt the exact same way but we’re too afraid to tell him.

“You’re so good with my friend and family. Honestly I get jealous of how close you are with Niall. And for you to be that close with Niall says a lot. Yeah Niall is friendly and such, but like he’s one of my best friends so he’s kind of protective over me? And you? He instantly just warmed up to. I think it was cuz you loved golf almost more than he did!” He chuckled to himself.

You fought so hard not to burst or giggling at that line. To be honest you were terrified of meeting his friends and family. Especially Niall. You knew how close they were, I mean come on who didn’t know the Narry bromance?! So when you met Niall you were shy at first, but once the subject of golf got brought up you showed your true passion. After that you and Niall were best friends.

“And mom and Gemma already have accepted you into the family. You join in on their teasing of me, which rude, and they love it. Plus I think they can see how much I love you. And as long as I’m happy, they’re happy”

The more Harry talked the harder it was to fake being asleep. Your heart was racing, you were smiling like a fool, and you were tearing up. Harry always showed you love, and how much he cared. But him pouring his heart out like this was a rare occasion.

“I’m gonna marry you someday ya know? I am. I love you so much and I never want to be without you. That would kill me. Because I have so much thought out and planned for our future. We’re gonna get married and have a house here in London, and maybe L.A. too if you want” Harry closed his eyes and sighed happily to himself.

“And we’re going to have children. I already know how many you want. 4 because you like even numbers” He chuckled and blew out a shaky sigh. He was getting teary eyed himself thinking about all this.

“I’m totally fine with four, as long as it’s 2 boys and 2 girls. I’d like it even that way as well. But I know we can’t really choose so whatever combination we have I’m totally fine with. As long as I have children and you as their mother I’m set for life” Harry was imagining those children in his mind. Children who had your eyes, and his hair. Or vice versa. It didn’t matter. Children with you would be the best thing to ever happen to him, besides you, no matter if they were boys or girls or looked like you or him.

You were really getting choked up as Harry went on. You weren’t sure how much longer you could fake being asleep.

Harry sighed shakily again, “The amount of love that I have for you is unexplainable. I’ve tried to write it down, put it into words or songs, but I just can’t. None of it seems right. It’s our love, just you and me. No one else’s.” He blew out a breath, sniffed, and wiped his eyes. “God, I can’t wait for our future. I wish I could tell you all of this, but I don’t want to scare you away. We just said I love you. We haven’t even discussed moving in yet, but oh man do I want that. I want all of it, with you.”

Harry stopped running his fingertips across your back and rolled over to spoon you. Yes he did like being the little spoon, but tonight he just wanted to hold you tight. He pressed a kiss into your neck as he felt himself getting sleepy. “I just love ya so much…It’s just insane” he mumbled, drifting off into sleep.

That was the last thing you heard from his mouth. After a few moments later you heard light snores and knew he had fallen asleep. You pressed a light kiss to one of his arms that were wrapped around you and drifted back off to sleep yourself with a huge smile on your face.

One, two or three?

Word count: 4,049

Warning: smut

Request: Kai makes you orgasm three times with his magic while talking on the phone

*gif by me

Rays of sunshine shone down on your naked body, only your bottom half covered with white covers. You slowly fluttered open your eyes, trying to adjust them to the bright light in the room and as you moved, the tension was still present in your legs, feeling weak and as if you wouldn’t have the strenght to get up because of a late night encounter you had shared with Kai. You and Kai have been dating for a while, but the attraction between you two has still been present until this day, sometimes unable to keep your hands off each other and last night was one of those days. Kai has always loved the way you reacted to his touch, to his long fingers slowly tracing all over your body while his lips kissed every square inch od your exposed skin, making sure every part of you was equally loved from his side as he worshiped your naked body and always made sure you knew you were his only. You got up, watching how a sheet that was wrapped around you slowly fell down on the floor, covering your feet before you stepped out of it and headed to the bathroom, warm water running in the shower as you stepped in, letting it caress your body, droplets of water cascading perfectly down your sensitive skin. A feeling of hot water reaching a spot between your legs made you flinch a little bit, slight pain traveling through your legs. You traced your hands all over your body as you remembered exactly how Kai’s hands felt on your skin last night and how he brought you to your high repeatedly.

His fingers traced your body, making sure you felt him on your ass, his body pushing you into the counter in the bathroom, the mirror placed in front of you giving you a perfect view on his face behind you and how his teeth sinked into his bottom lip and then releasing it, making your arousal drip down your thigh. He tugged at your light lacey nightgown, reaching just below your ass but it being transparent, Kai was able to see everything, including your hard nipples and how they gotten harder every time his lips brushed against your ear.

‘You look so damn sexy. I could fuck you right now. So slow and so deep. My big cock stretching you out so beautifully. You just have to say the words.’ His raspy and quiet voice so slowly slipped into your ear, a wet patch adorning your panties from his words.

'I’m s- oh my god.’ He pushed two fingers into you swiftly, moving them in a scissor’s motion, your walls tightening around him as if they were trying to keep him inside as much as possible, dying for Kai to finger fuck you right there and then.

'What was that, sweetheart? I didn’t hear you properly. Could you- say that again maybe?’ His lips brushed on your ear, his tongue leaving s wet stripe on your ear and then suckling on your earlobe. 'Open your eyes, babe. Look at how beautiful you look.’ You struggled, the way his fingers moved inside you making you just want to keep your eyes closed but you knew that he would punish you by delaying your orgasm over and over again until you were a wet and frustrated mess under his touch.

'I’m so-sorry.’ A chuckled echoed through the moan filled bathroom, your eyes locked on the mirror, watching how Kai’s lips parted every time your walls clenched around him.

'Sorry for what?’ Flows of frustration kept colliding through your body. Especially when you saw a big smirk on his face and an expression that said “I know how I make you feel and I know you love it”. You hated that he had such control over your body, but then at the same time, that was all you wanted him to do because he did it so damn well.

'Sorry for w-wearing lace panties a-and short skirts when you are working on s-something important.’ You stuttered and almost screamed out when you felt him adding another finger inside your body, stretching you out even more. 'F-fuck.’

'No cussing. Control that pretty little mouth of yours.’ He pulled his fingers out of you and brought them up to your lips, coating them in your juices before he pressed them on your clit, making small and fast figure eights. He used his other hand to grab your chin and roughly turn your head to one side to press his lips on yours, gathering your arousal from your lips as if it was the tastiest icing on a cake. He drove you mad just by pleasuring you with his fingers and with his words. What his cock was able to do to you was something completely different, something you have never experienced in your life before.

'And why did I made you apologize for that?’

'Because it’s distracting.’ Your fists clenched the edge of the counter, your knuckles turning white from a tight grip. 'Kai, please.’ Eyelids on your eyes started closing as you felt your orgasm slowly approaching, your walls contracting at the pleasure that was about to come.

'Look how beautiful you look when you cum. So damn gorgeous.’ Your eyes somehow opened again, Kai’s fingers flickering on your clit. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, your orgasm slowly but perfectly tearing through your body. Every cell in your body was shaking from an intense release and it had gotten pretty tough to stand when your legs started shaking like every single time he finger fucked you, no matter in what room, everything around you went blury. 'Such a good girl.’ He licked his fingers clean again and made a popping sound when he pulled them out of his mouth, his tongue gathering the rest from his lips.

'Now-’ he slammed his clothed crotch into your ass, his hardness evident on your body, making a moan escape your mouth. He grabbed your hand and placed it on his cock, pushing his hips into your hand as much as he could. 'Look what you did to me. I fucking need you.’

'Kai’ the only thing you had managed to do was moan out his name, your voice barely audible.

'I’m gonna make you feel so good.’ The weight of his body pressed on your back, your hips grinding into his clothed crotch. 'But you can’t cum until I say you can. Understand?’ You kept quiet, knowing that if you even tried to say anything, the only thing that would escape your mouth would be a moan and because of your silence, Kai’s hand harshly met your right buttcheek, the sound of a dull sound echoing through the bathroom. You flinched at a slight sting on your skin, but it only made you wetter than you already were. 'I asked something. Understand?’ You nodded your head and the next thing you felt was Kai burrying himself deep inside you.

You walked out of your room slowly and even though it seemed impossible, your legs were still weak after so many hours of sleeping. You felt as if you were running a marathon and then didn’t stretch well after. You put on your favourite black lace panties and Kai’s favourite black shirt that reached the middle of your thighs, covering your ass perfectly.

'What? No! Of course they can’t do that!’ He nodded his head at you and smiled, but his smile quickly disapeared and was replaced by his frown, his hand resting on his hip. You sat down on the sofa and pulled your legs up, crossing them. 'Because I put that spell on and they better not mess with anyone’s life just to prove that they can after all, beat me at everything. They can’t.’

Who was he talking about? You thought to yourself, your brows furrowing in confussion. You reached to the coffee table in front of you and picked up one of the books.

'If they want my help, they should just ask, I don’t bite. Well, actually, sometimes I do.’ He laughed at his own joke, making you roll your eyes and hope that he didn’t see that. You burried your nose deep into the book and completely shut yourself out of whatever Kai was rambling about. 'Of course, like tha-that’s possible.’ He stuttered when he saw what you were wearing. He plopped himself down on the couch and let out a deep sigh as he adjusted his pants and himself on the couch, trying to focus on the phone call. You have completely dozed off but you snaped out off your mind and your book when you felt a familiar feeling on your skin. You shot a glance towards Kai and saw his index finger moving around. The way he kept circling his finger in the air was exactly what you felt on your skin.

He’s using magic. Again.

He kept going higher, an invisible finger gently tracing your bare thigh, shivers rolling down your spine. You knew exactly what he was doing, but you didn’t know why. That was until you figured out what you were wearing.

Fuck!’ You cussed under your breath and prepared yourself to get up only to be pushed down again by his magic. His index finger swayed from side to side, gesturing a simple no.

'Yes, that’s exactly what we want to do.’ He kept talking while his invisible finger traced your bare skin again, but this time it didn’t stop at your thigh. He traced it all the way to your wet core, circling around the wet patch on your black panties, making your arousal drip even more before he slipped his finger inside you, stretching you out like always. You dropped your head back on the pillows behind you and parted your mouth, all the words that you read in such a short period of time, completely vanishing from your mind. Kai’s words quickly turned into a simple background mumbling as your senses completely went numb. It had never occured to you that magic could be used in that way, but when you met Kai, you had a chance to learn a lot of new things, things you never knew existed, including pleasuring someone with magic. As much as he loved using it in the bedroom and around the house, he never stopped there. There were times when he used magic on you when you were sitting in the booth at Mystic Grill. His eyes bored into yours while he was getting you closer to your release as seconds passed, watching how you struggled to keep your moans quiet or inside your body, fighting to scream out. A familiar smirk has always adorned his face and he knew that once you and him get home, he would have his way with you, fucking you into the mattress like there was no tomorrow.

A loud moan escaped your lips when you felt him adding another finger, grazing against your walls and making scissor motion to stretch you out. Your juices covered his fingers completely, your walls embracing them so naturally, like they belonged inside you. You shot a glance towards him and saw him shaking his head no, meaning you had to be quiet. You hated him for it but you were also eager to reach your orgasm as you felt the pleasure slowly gathering up in your body. You spread your legs apart, giving Kai a perfect view on your laced panties, and threw your head back again.

'Just a second-’ he murmured and pressed his phone to his chest, his finger still moving, matching the actions that you felt inside your body. He slowly pulled himself off the couch and walked towards you as he leaned down and pressed his lips on your ear, his fingers circling at a slow pace inside you. 'You have to be quiet, unless you want someone to hear your perfect little moans.’ His words traveled all the way down to your heat, making your walls contract again and a quiet moan to escape your mouth. 'Every time you let out a moan, I will add it to the scale of how hard I’m gonna fuck you later.’ He pulled back and looked at you, a big grin plastered on his face. He was proud of himself because he knew what those words did to you and how turned on you were at that moment. He loved torturing you with his words and how his invisible fingers kept pleasuring you without losing their perfect rhythm, drove you completely crazy. You watched him plopping himself back on the couch and putting the phone to his ear to continue his conversation. Unbelievable, you thought to yourself and sank your teeth hard into your bottom lip, trying to stop yourself from screaming out loud but once your legs started shaking and your orgasm tearing through your body, a loud moan escaped your plump lips. Kai’s lips curled up into a smile as he lifted his index finger up, gesturing a number one on a scale. You were a complete mess, your heart beating so fast that you had a feeling that it would jump out of your chest and into your lap, your legs feeling like jello, shivers rolling dwn your spine. You let out a big sigh, feeling relaxed when you felt Kai’s invisible fingers leaving your body, only to be pushed inside you again just a few seconds later.

'Kai..’ you whispered and watched him how he shifted in his seat and adjusted his zipper and his pants, his prominent erection visible through his black pants. After a few moments he stopped moving them, but they were still inside you, your tight walls wrapped around them and your eyes locked on Kai who was still on his phone. You wanted to get up and jump on his lap, take his phone out of his hand and beg him to fuck you right there but it was impossible to get up. It was as if someone had glued your body to the sofa, your arms the only parts of your body that were free to move.

'Tomorrow. I’m going to be pretty busy today.’ He trailed off and smiled, making sure that you understood what he meant by that. His fingers slowly started moving inside you again, but instead of circling them around, he started pumping them in and out of you, his knuckle brushing on your clit, making a loud moan escape your mouth. He lifted his index finger and then his middle one, again gesturing a number two on a scale. The air almost left your lungs causing your breath to hitch and your teeth sink hard into your bottom lip. You pushed your nails into the sofa, hoping there won’t be any holes because of your hard action. Kai looked like he was utterly fine with seeing you like that, falling apart under his magic, fighting to hold back your moans, but besides a very obvious bulge in his pants, his breathing had also turned faster and shallow, his leg bouncing up and down which you knew he only did when he was nervous and really turned on. You smirked at him, his brows furrowing in confussion, clearly lost as to why you smirked at him while his fingers were destroying you into pieces. You dropped your head back and closed your eyes as your second orgasm slowly tore through your body, a bead of sweat forming on your forehead.

You could still feel his fingers inside you, but they weren’t moving. They stayed inside your heat, your juices slowly dripping down on Kai’s shirt, your hands covering your face when you felt a slight pressure on your clit. He was going for a third orgasm. Your legs were numb and if you even tried to stand up, you would end up collapsing on the soft carpet. You felt tears burning in your eyes because of too much pleasure and because it was so hard to take it but it was always like that with Kai. He never stopped at one orgasm. He would push you to the edge over and over until you were a screaming mess underneath his touch. The pressure on your clit was getting a bit firmer, a feeling of someone pinching it made you scream out, but you quickly covered your mouth, not because of the person Kai was talking to on the phone, but because you knew what Kai would do to you once he’s finished. Your eyes fell down to his clothed crotch, his bulge looking bigger than before. He was dying to unbutton his pants and take his cock out only to burry it deep inside you and show you that you’re his only and that you really shouldn’t tease him with your lace panties. You slowly started feeling your third high coming closer, a few white stars flashing before your eyes.

'See you tomorrow then.’ The raspiness in his voice turned you on even more. He hung up and placed his phone on the coffee table, his eyes finally finding yours. 'How close are you?’ He asked quietly, a loud moan escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. Dammit. He did it on purpose, knowing that you won’t be able to keep your moans inside your body as he showed a number three with his fingers. Another orgasm tore through your body, your breath hitching in your throat and your toes curling in pleasure, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You finally felt the magic leaving your body, your whole being feeling as if you were melting on the sofa and slowly sliding down to the floor.

Your eyes fluttered open, meeting Kai’s face that was unbelievably close to you, his blue eyes a shade darker, filled with lust and desire. He chuckled under his breath and wrapped your arms around your body as he picked you up and carried you towards the couch. He placed you down slowly, your back resting against big pillows.

'What did I say about wearing lace when I’m working?’ His voice sounded so sexy, so desirable and even though you knew the answer to that question, you couldn’t get yourself to utter out a few simple words. 'Nothing?’

'Please, Kai.’ It sounded like you were holding back your tears, frustration and exhaustion colliding through you, your body in need of Kai’s incredible sex. He placed his finger on his lips and made a shhh sound, his eyes closing for a second.

'We said, no wearing those babies when I’m working. It’s distracting and it’s making me hard, so damn hard.’ He cupped his crotch, your eyes following his hand and watching his actions. In a split second, he pushed your legs apart and tugged at the shirt you were wearing, ripping it off in one swift move.

'That was my favourite one.’

'You know what’s my favourite thing? This right here.’ He placed his finger on your heat, some of your juices transferring from your panties onto his fingertips. 'So damn wet and all because of me.’ He quickly leaned down and placed a quick kiss on your crotch before he ripped them into pieces, your glorious naked body all exposed to him. 'Tell me, what do you want me to do to you?’ He trailed his fingers through your folds. 'Do you want me to eat you out and then fuck you slowly or do you want me to fuck you now, but roughly and so damn deeply?’ You groaned out at his words as they traveled all the way to the place you needed him the most.

'Fuck me now!’ It was more of a shout than a quiet answer and he wasted no time in taking all of his clothes off, ripping his boxers into pieces and letting his thick and long cock spring free, a drop of pre-cum glistening on his tip.

'As you wish.’ He spread your legs even more apart and knelt down, his cock perfectly alligned with your entrance. He slammed himself into you roughly, a scream that escaped your mouth echoing through the living room. Without any hesitation, he thrusted deep, rough and fast, your breath hitching with his every rough thrust. He grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he started jamming your hips onto his. He was being rough with you as he was a couple of times before. It felt so good to have him inside you, to feel him stretch you out so perfectly and to fill you up over and over again.

'I can’t get enough of you. How?’ He whispered and suddenly picked you up as he was careful to stay burried inside you while he laid you on the couch and got on top of you, your leg resting on his hip. 'You feel so damn good wrapped around me.’ He burried his face into the crook of your neck while his hips kept thrusting roughly into you, his hot breath caressing your sensitive skin. 'This is where I want to be. Burried so deep inside you.’ He whispered in your ear and tugged at your earlobe with his teeth gently, your back arching at a sudden feeling in the pit of your stomach.

'I can’t-’

'Yes you can. Do it for me, let yourself go, baby.’ He groaned out and only a few thrusts were needed for you to fall apart underneath him, you walls embracing his thick shaft like it was made to be there. His cock kept slamming relentlessly into you as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you with no mercy, a stinging feeling finding it’s place between your legs. A single tear rolled down your cheek and your nails dug deeply into Kai’s back, his blood finding it’s way to the surface. Only one more clench of your walls was needed for Kai’s orgasm to be triggered, his warm liquid spilling inside your heat, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you, still inside you as he propped himself up on his elbows, his face only an inch from your face.

'Fuck.’ He uttered out, a sudden laugh from both of you echoing through the living room.

'I know.’ He pulled himself out, your body flinching up a little bit.

'Does it hurt?’ It was as if it was a completely different person. Just a minute ago he was a sex god, penetrating you like there was no tomorrow and now, he was a sweet human being, concerned about your well being.

'Just a little bit, but I can take it.’ You rolled on top of him, your legs on each side of his waist.

'No sex for you for at least five days.’

'Yeah…’ you rolled off him and grabbed a blanket that was on the couch, wrapping it around your naked body. 'Good luck with that.’ His eyes widened and his brows furrowed in confussion.

'You think I can’t go five days without sex?’

'I know you can’t.’ He chuckled and wrapped his arms around your body, his fingers tracing invisible patterns on your back.

'Watch me.’ He said confidently as a smirk grew bigger on your face. You pulled yourself out off his grip and jumped down on the floor, a blanket falling down at your feet.

'No. You watch me.’ You pointed at him and then at you before you tripped over your own feet, still feeling a little weak and started walking away from him slowly, your naked body fully exposed to him. 'I will walk around the house naked from now on.’ You turned your head just enough for your eyes to catch a glimpse of him.

'Fuck, you’re so sexy!’ You screamed when you saw him jumping over the couch, wrapping his arms around your body and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. 'There are some other things we can do for fun.’ He winked at you, a quiet chuckle escaping your body as he carried you into the room you and him shared, not planning on leaving the house for the rest of the day.

False Alarm


Sam was in the library, researching an old symbol that he has never laid eyes on before for Garth. He had been slaving over it all day while his brother was out on a supply run and Y/N was cleaning up and doing laundry. He really didn’t mind doing the research for Garth, but he certainly didn’t enjoy doing it on his own. 

  He ran his hand over his face in an attempt to wake himself up a little more but no avail. He needed something strong, something more effective that would give him the burst of energy he needed to push in an extra couple of hours. He knew for sure the bunker was still stocked up with coffee. The last time they ran out, both Dean and Y/N grabbed as many bags as the store would allow them to purchase and touch wood, they haven’t ran out since. 

  He got up from his chair, shutting off his laptop before heading towards the kitchen to fix himself a nice snack and a fresh cup of joe. He reached for his mug and the pot of coffee when he was instantly broken from his thoughts by a scream.

  “FUCK!” he heard. 

  He practically slammed he mug on the counter and reached to the back of his jeans for his gun before wearily making his way through the bunker halls, following in the direction of the scream. By the time he found the source of the abruption, to say he was confused was an understatement.

  “Y/N? What happened? Are you injured?” he questioned all at once. Of course she wasn’t okay. She had tears welling in her eyes and she was on the ground. 

  “No I’m not okay,” she replied angrily. “I stubbed my freakin’ toe and it hurts!”

  “You- you stubbed your toe? Really?” He said, completely taken back. He thought you had been shot or something worse. 

  “It was the baby toe. I think I broke it,” she muttered. Sam pushed the hair away from his face and looked at the girl on the ground in front of him. She looked so small in that moment. He did feel bad for her though. Stubbing your toe hurt like a bitch. But the way she carried on made him smile a little.

  “You want me to carry you?” he offered. 

  “I’m a big girl Sammy,” she stated. “But I’m going to need your help getting up… and walking.” He let out a chuckle before helping her up off the ground. 

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We live in the same block of flats but haven’t ever talked and Sunday morning we were both doing the walk of shame and had to stand in the lift together.

The walk of shame.

How you dreaded having to do the embarrassing task. You had been ever so fortunate of having gone so many years without having to do a walk of shame.

Now you found yourself walking to your apartment building at six in the morning. The streets were mostly empty. You were glad that you didn’t have people judging you. You already felt humiliated enough.

The bar that you went to the night before was one that wasn’t too far from your apartment. You went with a couple of your friends to celebrate one of their birthdays when you were approached by a handsome man. One thing led to another and you ended up at his place.

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Imagine your son watching his daddy, Chris, on TV.

A/N: Helloooooooo, I’m back with the mini series! The last mini left us with Chris and the reader having an adorable little boy; Jackson River Evans. This continues on from there, just a bunch of fics that show their daily adventures that come with parenthood. Hope you enjoy it. X (Here is the mini-series ‘Masterlist’, I’ll link it as soon as I get home.)

It was 11:25PM in the Evans household, after a long day of running errands with your very talkative and excitable son, one would think that you and Chris would be fast asleep. But instead, the two of you were sat on the floor of your living room surrounded by wrapping paper, ribbons, and a buttload of different toys, books, and clothes for your son’s second birthday tomorrow.

You’d planned to start wrapping around 8:30PM- Jack’s bedtime- but as always, neither of you could leave his side until he fell asleep which was three and a half stories later at 9:48PM. What made things worst was that he knew it was his birthday tomorrow and that his parents were staying up to wrap his presents and prepare for his party; the questions he tackled both of you with made for good laughs and weary head shakes.

“Do you want some coffee?” Chris chuckled when another yawn escaped you; you shook your head. “What about Gummi Bears?” You shook your head again. “What about both?” He suggested, smiling when you bit back your smile.

“No, I’m good.” You told him as you returned your attention to the half wrapped ‘Dancing Elmo’ in front of you. “I can’t have caffeine or sugar now, if I do then- I’m going to be up all night.” Chris raised an eyebrow, his facials saying “isn’t that what we want?” You chuckled, “are you that tired that you’ve forgotten what happened the last time I tried to stay up with the help of coffee and Gummi Bears?”

His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought back, it didn’t take long for realization to sweep over his face. “Ah, yes.” He chuckled, nodding. “I believe I called it The Rise and Fall of Y/N.” You nodded with pursed lips. “I honestly thought you broke that day, was going to call Kevin and Robert to set me up with another girl.” You rolled your eyes. “Preferably one that doesn’t go on a caffeine and sugar high so she can pull an all nighter on her script, only to talk my ear off with her random epiphanies instead.”

“Jerk,” you tossed a toddler size version of Chris’ favorite pair of shoes at him. It hit him in the chest and landed in his lap, but he was too busy bellowing with laughter to bother retaliating. “Shut up,” you laughed softly, throwing the other shoe at him. “You’re going to wake Jack up.”

“Okay okay,” he softened his laughter, wiping away the tears that had formed in the corner of his eyes. “Hey, these are cute.” He said when he picked the shoes up off his lap. “They look exactly like mine, how did you-” He looked up at you and you smirked, shrugging. “You’re going to make him so happy.”

“I know,” you smiled. “He keeps asking me to put your shoes aside for him so he can wear them when he’s older, he gets so mad when he sees you wearing them because he thinks they’re his now. He keeps telling me that you’re wearing them out.”

“Trust me, I know,” he chuckled. “He gets so passive-aggressive every time I have those shoes on. Like the other day, he told me my feet are too big for those beautiful shoes.” You both laughed at that. “And just today, I found him hiding them under his bed. Honestly,” he shook his head, smiling, “that boy is an odd one.”

“Children are a reflection of their parents,” you teased.

“Yeah, I know,” he nodded then smirked as he said, “have you met his mom?”

“I’m running out of soft things to throw at you,” you threw a Mickey Mouse plush ball at him. “Can we get back to it now?” You asked, beckoning at the pile of unwrapped gifts; you were starting to regret offering your wrapping services to your family and friends who were out of town and couldn’t make it. “We’re going to need at least some sleep if we want to get through a two year old’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“Yeah, okay.”

The both of you returned to wrapping and a comfortable silence filled the air. It wasn’t until you got through your fifth gift, and Chris his fourth that you both realized there were sounds coming from upstairs. You glanced behind you then turned back to Chris whose narrowed eyes were looking at the archway leading to the hallway where the stairs were.

“Did you leave the TV on upstairs?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I haven’t been upstairs since-”

“Jack,” you both concluded in unison, heaving a heavy sigh.

Chris made his way upstairs with you right on his heel. The closer you got to your bedroom, the louder the TV got. Chris looked over his shoulder at you, mouthing “is that?” You nodded, chuckling when you realized Jack was watching one of his father’s old interviews with Jimmy Fallon. You both poked your head into the room and saw Jack snugged in the middle of your bed with Dodger under his tiny arm. He was always so mesmerized by his dad, or you, being on TV that he’d fail to notice all else, like the two of you in the doorway.

“Bud,” Chris called and Jack flinched, “what are you doing out of bed?”

“I’m not out of bed,” he gestured to the fact that he was in your bed, grinning cheekily.

“Let’s rephrase,” you stepped in, chuckling, “what are you doing out of your bed?”

“Well, I…” he trailed off, turning his attention back to the TV because he didn’t want to miss a second of his dad.

You and Chris shared a weary look then shrugged and joined Jack in your king sized bed, each on either side of him. Dodger shuffled, moving to rest his head on your lap. You smiled and stroked his side, leaning down to whisper into his floppy ear “thanks for looking after of our little handful, sweetheart.”

“Shhh,” Jack pressed his tiny finger to his lips.

“Oh, please.” You chuckled. “Like my whispering-”

“Seriously, shh,” Chris shushed you too, pointing to the TV. “You’ll want to listen to this part, it’s super sweet.” A smug smirk formed on his lips because you’d already seen it before and you already knew it was super sweet. “It’s about his wife and kid.”

“And I’m the kid!” Jack gasped excitedly and climbed out of the covers so he could crawl closer to the TV. You were about to reach and catch him when Chris got to him first; the last thing you needed was your son ruining his eyes like you did as a child.

“You’re not going any closer to the TV, bud.” Chris murmured into his soft locks. “The last thing we need is you wearing glasses too.” Jack still tried to wiggle out of his dad’s strong grip and Chris frowned. “Jack, stop,” he spoke in a firmer tone and Jack immediately stilled. “Either sit here with me or go to bed.”

“I’ll sit here with you,” Jack nodded, leaning back against his dad’s chest.

“Not bad,” you mouthed, smiling at Chris who was tipping his imaginary hat; he was getting a lot better at controlling Jack. Usually Jack would just ignore Chris and continue his defiance until you stepped in and dropped the hammer, but not so much anymore. You turned your attention back to the TV when you heard your name.

“I believe congratulations are in order, you and Y/N are now parents to an adorable boy.” Jimmy said and the audience cheered; Chris smiled as a photo of you carrying Jack, who was only eight months then, popped up on the screen behind him.

“That’s me,” Jack giggled excitedly; both you and Chris chuckled.

“Jack, right?” Jimmy asked and Chris nodded. “He is a beautiful baby.”

“Thank you,” Chris smiled. “Yeah, he is a real looker. His smile just lights up the room and his eyes are bluer than mine,” he chuckled softly. “But I mean-” he glanced back at the photo, his smile growing even wider. “I didn’t really expect anything less. Look at his mom, she’s beautiful and perfect and- he’s just a splitting image of her.”

The interview touched your heart like it did the first time, you smiled and reached over Jack to press your hand against your husband’s face. He smiled and turned his head, kissing the palm of your hand. You pulled your hand away and returned your attention to the TV.

“It must be very hard for you to be away from home at the moment,” Jimmy said and Chris nodded, pouting adorably. “And how is Y/N handling Jack on her own? She’s always said that between the two of you, you’re better with kids.”

“That’s-” Chris chuckled. “No, Y/N is fantastic with children. She just says she’s not because she’s overly modest and she likes her 'I-don’t-want-kids’ reputation, but honestly- if you see her with kids, you can tell that she is nothing like she portrays herself to be. She is just the sweetest, kindest, most gentle person when she’s around kids. Well,” he chuckled, “the good ones anyway.”

“And Jack’s one of the good ones, right?”

“Definitely,” Chris nodded, smiling. “I was FaceTiming with Y/N yesterday and she’s been telling me all about how he just sleeps through the night and eats whatever she gives him. He’s a very easy baby, like she hasn’t even had to call our moms for backup yet.”

“I’m sure you must be very excited to get back home to them,” Jimmy put another photo up on the screen behind Chris; it was one of the three of you and Dodger that Chris tweeted out for Mother’s Day. The whole audience awwwed at the photo, making Chris smile. “I mean- that is a sweet family waiting for you.”

“Yeah, and I’m counting down the days till I see them,” Chris admitted with a soft chuckle. “Only a couple months of press left and then I’m back in Boston for a long break until the next part premieres. But by then, Jack should be old enough to fly so they can come out and visit me while I’m doing press around the world.”

Jimmy smiled, “once again, congratulations. If you’re watching this, Y/N, Jack is beautiful and I am so happy for you guys. The first part of Avengers Infinity War is out in cinemas now, be sure to watch it. Chris Evans, everyone!”

You expected Jack to clap and when he didn’t, you looked over to find him fast asleep in his dad’s arms. “I guess he woke up and just wanted us to keep him company until he fell asleep again,” Chris whispered and you smiled. “I’m going to go put him to bed.” You nodded and yawned as he rose to his feet with Jack in his arms. “And you should go to sleep too, I’ll finish up downstairs.”

“We’re a team,” you told him and rose to your feet, following him with a hand on his lower back. “I don’t sleep until you sleep.” Chris smiled and wrapped one arm around you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as the two of you made your way to Jack’s room.

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Stiles Stilinski-Song: I like me better- Lauv

(I have nothing against Jackson this is just for the imagine)

Stiles slammed his locker shut as he watched you walk down the corridor alongside your boyfriend.
He turnt to Scott who was tugging on his shirt, that was now stuck in Stiles’ locker.

“Hey Scott, does y/n look happy to you"Stiles frowned as he tried to catch your attention by waving frantically.

Scott stopped struggling against the locker so that he could see you clearly. He also frowned when he saw that your usual bubbly smile was nowhere to be seen. You had visible bags under your eyes from your countless sleepless nights.

"Okay so normally I would tell you that your just obsessing over y/n but you’re right she doesn’t seem herself"Scott mumbled as he watched you fiddle with the straps on your bag.

You were part of the McCall pack, you had been for years and Scott could tell when something was wrong with his best friends. You hadn’t hung out with them in a long time.

Stiles continued to wave.
You could see quick movements out of the corner of your eye, turning your head quickly you caught sight of your favorite person.

Your face lit up when you saw Stiles waving over at you, a smile spread across your face giving Stiles butterflies. Even Scott was relieved to see your famous smile, you lifted your hand to wave back but you were interrupted.

The smile dropped off your face when you felt a hand clamp around your wrist. You took one last glance at Stiles before looking up at your boyfriend.

"What are you doing?"Jackson hissed.

"I’m just saying hi to Stiles and Scott"you replied quietly.

"What did I tell you about the pack huh?! They are trouble. No talking to them, none of those pack meetings nothing. Especially Stiles stay away from him got it?"he grumbled as his grip on your wrist got tighter.

You nodded quickly, being pulled away by the 6ft boy.
Stiles’ blood boiled at the sight before him, his heart broke when he thought about how unhappy you were. You were trapped.

"Scott did you see that?!"Stiles said angrily, he was fuming.

"No I didn’t, because my shirt was stuck in your locker and it has been for the past 10 minutes"Scott yelped as he tugged the fabric.

"What was it?"Scott asked curiously.

"Never mind I’ll see you in class"Stiles muttered before leaving Scott attached to his locker making his way down the corridor towards the changing rooms.

Stilinski knew your boyfriend would be in there alone, he also knew that he didn’t stand a chance against the lacrosse captain but when it came to you Stiles would do anything. Anything to keep you safe.

The door swung open and Stiles stomped into the foggy boys changing rooms.

"Jackson"Stiles stated standing in front of the teen.

"What do you want"Jackson spun around angrily.

"You need to leave y/n alone"Stiles said through gritted teeth.

"Says who, because last time I checked you don’t have a voice, your irrelevant"Jackson replied.

"When it comes to y/n I’m very relevant"Stiles shot back.

"When it comes to y/n, I’m in control and no one is going to ruin that she’s my girl not yours so go and run along to your little pack"The jock spat as he smashed his hands against the locker.

Stiles clenched his fists.
"Your going to leave her alone, your not going touch y/n, if I see you lay one finger-

"What are you going to do about it?"Jackson snarled.
Stiles swung his fist, it connected with Jackson’s jaw and a roar echoed around the changing room.

Blood spurted out of the bullies mouth and Stiles mouth fell open. He didn’t realize how much power he actually had.

"You son of a bitch, too bad Y/n does love you because your never gonna see her again I’m going to kill you"Jackson lunged towards Stiles, throwing him across the room.

Stiles back hit the wall with a thud.
"Stiles!"you shouted, tears running down your red cheeks as you ran into the changing rooms.
You had been walking to your lesson when you heard the arguing in the pe block.

"Get out"Jackson sneered as he punched Stiles in the face repeatedly.
Stiles groaned as he started to mumble sentences, he was dangerously close to losing consciousness.

You grabbed the back of Jacksons shirt, using all your energy to pull him away from your best friend.
You would never dare lay a hand on Jackson but you didn’t care. Stiles was in danger.

You pushed him away and stood protectively in front of Stiles, Stiles held onto your shoulder for support.

"Stay away from Stiles"you growled, with your newly found confidence.

"Or what?"Jackson spat blood to the floor.

"Or I will ruin your life, remember that scholarship my dad was going to put you forward for?"You warned.

Jacksons eyes widened as he remember how much power you and the pack actually had. You could take him off the grid in seconds.

He swore under his breath and snatched up his gym bag, screaming and punching the wall on his way out.
You let out a sigh of relief and you felt the hand on your shoulder tense up.

You quickly spun around to catch stiles, wrapping your arms around his waist. You slowly rested him against the wall, your hands holding his face, pleading with him to keep his eyes open.

"Stiles? Your so silly why would you do that?!"you asked worriedly.

"I was scared that he was hurting you"Stiles mumbled as he forced himself to look up at you. You sent him a small smile and a nod.

"Y/n I didn’t like seeing you with Jackson, I like it better when your with me"Stiles smiled, blood still smeared around his lip.

"Is this you finally admitting that you like me?"you whispered.

"I think so"Stiles answered, pushing himself up so that he was closer to you. This was the closest he’d been to you in weeks and he couldn’t get enough of you.

"Don’t worry Stiles, I like it better when I’m with you too"you agreed before leaning over, planting a small kiss on his bruised lips.

When you pulled away Stiles was in a daze, when he snapped out of it he jumped up quickly.. almost forgetting that he’d just been beaten up.

"Woah take it easy"you laughed as Stiles reached out for your hand.

"I can’t, Scott is still stuck in my locker he’s going to kill me"he exclaimed as he pulled you out of the changing rooms.

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Words 1.6k - First Person

Those days were the easy days. Now my biggest problem is figuring out whether my ex who was sleeping with and got another girl pregnant was the father of my baby or if it was my best friend of years that I had drunken rebound sex with.

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My hand shook and so did my chest as I tried to take a breath in. My eyes zoned in on the stupid little plus sign on the stupid little stick that I had to pee on and wait for what felt like forever to get a result from.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself. “Shit, shit, shit.”

My teeth sunk into my bottom lip to fight the sting of tears that wanted to slip from my eyes. It almost seemed that the weather outside was in tune with how I felt as the sound of the heavy rain beating against the window rang through my ears and echoed against the tiles of the bathroom.

Throwing the positive pregnancy test in to the bin beside the counter I take a deep breath and lean against the counter looking at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like shit, as if I hadn’t slept in a week and in truth I really hadn’t but I suspected that my pale, washed out face was more from the vomiting every time I got a whiff of a flower or anything else that carried a strong scent.

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Castiel’s Trench Coat

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Pairing: Castiel x Reader (featuring Sam & Dean)

Word Count: 1,145

Warnings: angst/fluff, comfort

A/N: This was requested by @mycuddlycorner! I hope you guy enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated!

It was only twenty degrees outside and you were passing the lake on your way home.  Only some of the lake would be frozen.  The deeper the water was, the longer it would take for the water to freeze over.  When your friends dared you to stand in the middle of the lake, you refused.  That didn’t stop them from shoving you towards the ice.  Once your feet were on the ice, they wouldn’t let you get back onto solid ground.

“Just do it [Y/N],” Nash said.  “All you have to do is make it to the center of the lake, and then back.  No big deal.”

“Why don’t you do it then,” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Think of this as your initiation into our circle,” Nash smirked.  “Now go on, the lake is frozen.  This should be as easy as cake.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing they wouldn’t let you leave without doing what they wanted you to do.  You set your bag down on the ice so they wouldn’t run away with it.  Maybe this was just apart of high school.  Or maybe that’s what you made yourself believe.

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ISAAC LAHEY X READER 

DIFFERENT

Request:  Hey can you do a Isaac imagine where your bestfriends before the bite and after he starts acting like an ass to you so you call him out on it and tell him that the person in front of you isn’t your bestfriend. You can decide how it ends thanks loves 💚🖤

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Her head spun, cool wind whipping against her cheekbones as she sprinted through the green underbrush, her eyes reflecting the stars in the sky, lungs filling with the scent of fresh pines. She continued to run, to press on until her legs ached and her chest heaved with the need for oxygen, stopping to sink onto a patch of dirt that had a vantage point over the forest, giving her a birds eye view of the trees which were cloaked in inky darkness. The girl outstretched her legs, fingers sinking in the soil, and eyes fluttering closed while she took in the sweet release of peace and quiet, soon to be broken by an aggravated werewolf.

“(Y/N),” came a voice from behind her.

She flinched, blinking through her long lashes to get a look at the person who stood shrouded in moonlight.

“Isaac? What are you doing here?” she asked with intrigue.

He sunk down beside her, his eyes forward, “I could ask you the same.” A starry glow settled over his defined facial structure, blue eyes glowing vibrantly under the diamond dotted sky.

“Oh?” she responded in confusion. “I’ve just been feeling really weighed down recently, what with,” she paused a moment, “you know, everything that’s been going on.”

“You mean you becoming a werewolf,” Isaac grumbled.

“Yes, that. I guess I just needed to get out, escape it all for a little while,” she sighed, not picking up on the bitterness in Isaac’s voice.

“Yeah, well you can’t escape it. This sticks with you, and it’ll stay that way for the rest of you’re life, so don’t think you can just run through the forest and lose that part of you with the wind,” he said flatly.

She stared at the stone faced boy who sat beside her, and he continued on ignoring her gaze and running his fingers through his honey hair with agitation.

“I…um, okay?” she managed at last.

“That’s it? Okay?” Isaac snapped, turning to her and staring daggers into her bewildered expression.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” she admitted. “I was just taking a breather to clear my mind, alright?”

“Yeah well maybe you should realize that coming out here at night will do nothing to change the fact that you’re life is over, and it has been from the second you were bit,” Isaac fired back, his jaw pulsating.

Her brows arched, lips parting in surprise, “excuse me?!”

Isaac tilted his face in towards hers, his voice soft and dangerous, “you heard me.”

She stood at once, kicking up dirt and spinning on her heel, her head tilted to the canvas in the sky as she took in shaky breaths and tried with all her might to calm her heartbeat.

“Feel that?” he whispered from behind her. “Heart racing, anger flaring, and that urge that’s begging you to turn right now? Just some of the perks of being a monster.”

“Stop it,” she commanded, her fists balling, nails pinching at her flesh as they extended outwards.

“Go on, let yourself do it. Or don’t. It’s not like you have the self restraint anyways,” he dared.

“SHUT UP!” she bellowed, turning and throwing a fist out towards the werewolf, who instantly caught her blow in his palm.

“Nice try,” he smirked with amusement, “rookie effort.”

She let a soft growl, a rumble gathering in her chest, fangs sinking into her tongue as they peeked out.

“Good, you’re angry,” he sighed with false pity. “It’s too easy with you.”

“Stop it,” she commanded through a ragged breath.

“Or what? You’ll fail at me again?” he breathed.

She looked at the boy in front of her, the one with the strong exterior but soft spot in his heart. She wanted to see him, his cute little smile and bouncy little curls, but she only saw a stranger under the moonlight.

“Just admit it, you’re too pathetic to ever survive our lifestyle,” he snapped.

“Stop,” she said again, her nostrils flaring as she pushed down the pain in her chest.

“Make me,” he dared.

Her eyes flared a bright copper color, claws extending, teeth protruding, and a growl emerging from her lips. She threw out a fist, but Isaac easily ducked, his head bent to the ground, and when it lifted again, his normally bright blue eyes mimicked her own. He lunged forward and aimed a fist at her, but she twisted his wrist back before he could make contact, causing him to wince out in pain. He fought back harder this time, his knee coming to her stomach and making her stumble back, the wind being forced out of her. She snarled and raked her claws against his flesh, but only enough to scrape at his skin.

“Come on,” he panted, “I know you could hurt me right now, and yet you haven’t.”

She went to slash at him again, but when he simply stood there as if to let her, withdrew her claws and pulled away.

“Why won’t you do it?” has asked, his golden eyes narrowing.

She only shook her head in response.

“DO IT,” he screamed, sending a punch at her jaw.

But she didn’t withdraw, she just stood there as his fist made contact with her face, hoping he wouldn’t do it, and crying out with anguish when he did. Her jaw was broken, and even though she could feel it healing at once, it still hurt like hell. The girl whimpered and hobbled away from Isaac, clutching at her face and sinking to the ground as a fresh waved of tears begged for escape behind her closed eyes, her fangs and teeth receding at once. She did not welcome the sobs that came, aware it only made her look even weaker, but she also didn’t accept the hand that came to her shoulder.

“You won, okay? Now leave me alone,” she said through a broken sob, her knees tucked to her chest.

“(Y/N)…” Isaac started unsurely.

“LEAVE!” she screeched, causing him to step back in alarm. “If you want me out of your life so badly, just do it already. I would’ve cared if it was Isaac Lahey, my best friend,” she whimpered, “but you’re not him. Not since I turned, at least.”

“I just-” Isaac began again.

“Don’t,” she begged softly.

Isaac gulped down the lump in his throat, giving a shake of his head, blonde curls spilling over his forehead.

“I don’t know what happened to you, Isaac, but this isn’t you. I don’t know why you hate me because you know I-I never wanted this. I d-didn’t want to be a werewolf, but now I have to be, because I got lucky enough to have a second chance at living, and I thought you of all people would want that for me. But I guess I was wrong, and you’d rather have me dead.” She lifted her head, steely eyes staring forward.

“I don’t want that,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.

“Then what happened!?” she stood, spinning to face the somber looking boy. “What happened to our little moments, our talks, our hugs, our laughs? Did they all die with me?” she panted softly.

Isaac’s eyes softened with sadness, “I don’t know.”

“So that’s it then? I lost my best friend with no explanation as to why?”

He shook his head, blinking through his lashes, his jaw pulsating lightly.

“Fine,” she turned to leave with a bitter chuckle.

“Wait,” he begged, voice breaking.

She stopped in her tracks, listening.

“I know you never wanted to be a werewolf, but…neither did I. When I found out what happened to you, I just- I broke inside. Not because of anything you’d done, but because of my own selfishness. I never wanted this for you because you don’t deserve it, you deserved the world, and you were so close to having it in your hands. You had a whole life ahead of you, one you worked so hard for, one you should’ve had, but instead you got this, you got-” he paused, tears leaking from his eyes, his lower lip quivering, “you got me.”

She turned slowly, looking at the broken boy who stood before her.

“I mean when I turned I had nothing but a life of no purpose, and a father who made me fear for my existence, I was already gone,” he trembled. “But not you. You were good, and you had friends, family, good grades, and a good life. I knew that becoming a werewolf meant all of that would change for you, and nothing would ever be the same again. I guess I just thought the best way for you to go on was without a person like me in your life, a person with nothing to offer you but more pain, and the easiest way for me to do that is if you hated me, which you do now.”

He took in a shaky breath, “I’m so sorry.”

She stared at him, tears streaming down her cheeks, not giving another moment of hesitation before she launched herself into Isaac’s chest, her arms flying around his neck and face burrowing into his collarbone. He froze for a second with surprise before he relaxed around her, arms around her waist and squeezing her tightly into him. 

“You were always good enough for me, Isaac Lahey,” she breathed into him.

He placed his chin atop her head, silent tears pooling in his eyes as he brought his hand to her hair and ran his slender fingers through her locks, his throat closing up.

“And you were right. With everything that’s been going on, I’m- I’m scared,” she mumbled into him. “And that’s why I need my best friend now more than ever. Because despite everything, you’ve always remained the one constant in my life, and you’re…” she trailed off.

“What?” he murmured, releasing her as his hands came to cup either side of her face so he could get a good look at her.

“You’re my anchor,” she whispered.

He used his thumb to brush the tears away from her eyes, his touch comforting to her cold flesh.

“I will never leave you. Ever.”

Her own hand came to lace through Isaac’s fingers, “promise?”

“I promise you,” he said. “And I will do everything I can to help you, to make sure you get that life you so dearly deserve.”

She bent forward, touching her forehead gently to his, unsure of what to say anymore. Isaac’s bright blue eyes bore into her own, causing her heart to flutter, and the ground to spin beneath her. 

“Trying to let go of you only taught me my greatest fear,” he said softly, after a long silence.

“And what’s that?” she asked.

“Losing you.”

“Come on, throw a guy a bone.” Dean rolls his eyes and inspects his cheeseburger. “Never in my life did I think my little brother would be getting laid more than I do.”

“Well, an actual relationship helps out my stats. Where you wanna go tonight? ” Sam forks his grilled chicken, hoping to get Dean off topic.

It doesn’t work.

“You will not distract me from the matter at hand.” Dean wags a finger at his brother, “So spill it, come on. Is she feisty? Into anything kinky? She looks like she’d be into a little role playing-”

“Dean!” Sam nearly chokes on his food. Last week you came across his old priest get up. You made him wear it and some very naughty ‘confession’ followed.

Dean doesn’t need to know that.

“Maybe a little spanking?” Dean makes a little butt slapping gesture with his hand.

When Sam even thinks about your round little bottom his face turns red. He runs a hand through his hair, mildly embarrassed. He can’t help it…he does love your ass.

“Her ass…” Sam sighs and looks away from Dean with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. “Her ass is top shelf.”

“Sammy!” Dean pounds a fist on the table, “Now we’re getting somewhere!”  

Request: Imagine a relationship with Happy Lowman

Warning: SMUT, drug use. 

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Scared. That’s how you felt as you attempted miserably to distract yourself from that fact Happy was supposed to have been home hours ago. He had sent you a text message earlier in the day saying the run had been a rough one, but he was finally on his way back to you. Your mind ran through a million different scenarios, each one worse than the last until you heard the familiar sound of a bike pulling into your driveway.

You were waiting at the door when a very bloody and very tired looking Happy walked through the door, hanging his cut up on your coat hanger in the entry way. He nodded at you before heading to the shower, which showed you it had indeed been a rough run. You had been around long enough to know that look, you and Happy being together for a year.

You waited until you heard the shower turn on before going into the bathroom, gathering his bloody clothes, leaving him a clean pair in the bathroom. You were bagging the bloody clothes up when he came into the kitchen. “Beer’s in the fridge,” you told him, moving to go into your laundry room to put the bloody clothes to be burned later. This was somewhat of a routine for you guys, especially on runs that were as bad as this one.

“Thank you,” he told you, sitting at your kitchen table. You nodded, moving towards him, moving to sit in his lap. Wrapping your arms around him, you sighed contently. “I got scared,’ you admitted, bringing his head to rest on your chest. Happy would never admit it to anyone, but he loved this. You gave him this sense of peace he couldn’t explain.

“Scared about what girl?” he asked you, bringing his head up to meet your eyes.

You shrugged, “You were supposed to be home hours ago. I thought something had happened to you.”

“I’m fine, run took a little longer than we thought,” he told you, bringing the beer to his lips one last time.

“Not like you’d tell me if you weren’t okay,” you said, a hint of annoyance in your voice.

“Don’t start,” Happy told you, a warning tone in his voice as he signaled for you to get off of his lap, allowing him to stand up.

“Can you please for once fucking talk to me without walking away?” you asked, your voice rising with each word.

“I ain’t doin’ this,” he told you, “I just came back from a run that was fucking hell. I ain’t gonna end the night arguing with you because you have shit on your mind.”

“Welcome to a relationship, Hap. This is the kinda shit you do, or you’re supposed to do,” you stated, “Listen to your girlfriend when she has shit on her mind, not fucking walk away, but I know that’s what you’re gonna do.” You pushed past him and went into your bedroom, not expecting him to say anything else. If you were being honest, you half- expected to hear the door slam when you got to your room, meaning he had left. That’s how your fights went; you guys fought, and he left. It was just who Happy was, you always told yourself each time. Instead of hearing the door slam though, you heard the tv in the living room come on.  

You sighed before climbing in bed, your back away from the door, with tears in your eyes. He was complicated, always had been, but you couldn’t understand why he always shut you out, especially in the recent months of your relationship. The relationship had been rocky from the beginning, Happy not really being one to be in a relationship. He just knew he didn’t want you to be with anyone else, and you had told him that went both ways, and here you were a year later.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip on Happy’s side of the bed, but you pretended that you were asleep, never turning around to face him. “I’m sorry,” he grumbled, assuming you weren’t actually asleep.

“That’s what you always say, and then we’re back in this same shit a week later,” you stated, still not moving from your position. You couldn’t see him, but you could imagine he rolled his eyes at your comment like he always did.

“I’m scared,” he told you, barely audible, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. You sat up immediately.

“Scared of what Hap?” you asked him.

“Of this shit,” he said, gesturing with his hands between the two of you, “This ain’t me, and I told you that from the beginning. I’m tryin’ though.”

You moved to sit next to him, “Shit was easier when you didn’t have me to worry about wasn’t it?”

He nodded, “It was, but that don’t mean I don’t want ya here because I do.”

“I love you,” you told him, pushing him to lay back on the bed, positioning yourself on top of him.

“I love you too,” he said, pulling you down to capture your lips in a kiss before you worked at getting his belt undone.

“No underwear?” he asked you as you lowered yourself onto him.

“I plan ahead,” you said.

You moaned as you brought your hips up and down, taking in every bit of his length. Happy’s hands massaged your breasts, while you scratched at his arms, surely to leave marks. The closer you got to your release, the faster you bucked your hips, bringing both of you to your releases at the same time. You got off of him, walking towards your side of the bed, pulling out a bag of weed and throwing it on the bed.

“My fuckin’ girl,” he said, laughing before beginning to roll the joint that the two of you would share.

Bad Reputation

Title: Bad Reputation

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 636

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy the second fic of today (Satan Sunday)! This was requested by @mylittlesupertimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Don’t forget you can request from the Christmas Drabble list! <3 As well as one shots or imagines

You jumped out of bed, still in your silk night dress.  You knew the Winchesters would be out of the bunker all day.  This was your chance to relax and let go.  You knew none of the angels would swing by.  You were safe inside the bunker, there was no need for anyone to pop in on you.  You grabbed your phone, putting your music on shuffle.  

You danced your way to the kitchen.  You pulled eggs out of the fridge, singing along to the music.  You sang as you made breakfast.  You plopped yourself up on the counter.  You knew you could get away with it because Dean wasn’t here.  You finished your breakfast in a hurry, setting all of your dishes in some water to soak.

As Bad Reputation by Joan Jett played on your phone you eyed the tables in the library.  Your grin was as wide as it could be as you dashed into the library.  You paused the song, pushing the tables together into one long stip.  Once you were done, you paired your phone to the Bluetooth speaker.  You cranked the music as loud as you could, getting on top of the tables.

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NEWT SCAMANDER X READER

Hogwarts With Newt 

Warning: Lots of fluff, cuddles, and warm, fuzzy, kisses

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You’d promised to spend the evening with Newt, but somehow or another, you’d lost track of the time. It was almost midnight when you came stumbling into the Hufflepuff common room, feeling absolutely exhausted. You rubbed your eyes groggily and re-focused on your surroundings. The room was large and circular, beautiful green plants hung from the ceiling, thick carpets coated the floor, a wispy fire crackled warmly, and only one of the overstuffed yellow couches was occupied. The entire room was empty, give or take a singing plant, and a half eaten plate of chocolate chip cookies lay atop a barrel table in front of the sofa Newt lay on. You tiptoed over, dropping your bag down and sinking onto the sofa beside a restless Newt, who was curled on his side and deep in sleep.

“Damnit,” you whispered sadly to yourself, feeling ashamed for keeping Newt up. “I’m sorry, sweetie.”

You brought your hand gently up to push Newt’s reddish-honey hair from his closed eyes. The light of the fire nearby sent shadows across his perfectly slender and smooth features, causing your heart to race. His long eyelashes drooped over his freckle kissed skin, his cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and his full lips hung partly open. You smiled a little, and tucked the last strand of his hair affectionately back into place. Not a moment later, two glimmering blue eyes blinked up at you, startling you momentarily.

“Hello,” Newt smiled feebly.

“Oh-I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!” you exclaimed softly.

“It’s alright, I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he murmured, his eyes on yours.

“Newt, I’m sorry about running late, I had to stay and tend to Professor Sprout’s plants after lessons, and then I went up to the library to catch up on my potions paper, and well, I just lost track of time,” you fumbled.

“Shh,” Newt shook his head, pulling up from his position to sit upright, “I understand completely.”

You gave a sad smile, gazing into Newt’s bright orbs, “you know more than anything, I just wanted to see you.”

Newt’s cheeks flushed warmly, “a-and I, you”

The poor thing, you felt as if he was so misunderstood. Even Hufflepuffs, the most friendly of all people, would wrongly judge Newt. During classes, some students would call him ‘beast boy,’ and it troubled him more than he’d like to admit. He didn’t want you to be seen with him during classes because he was so afraid you’d be teased for being seen with him. You were good at ignoring the taunts that came with hanging around Newt, but it was much easier to be with him in the safety of the common room. In a way, though, it made Newt feel like your own secret treasure.

“S-so, how was the extra Herbology?” Newt cleared his throat.

“Good,” you piped up positively. “we helped wrap up the plants to keep them toasty in this freezing weather.”

Newt just now looked over you, his eyes widening with realization, “and you’re still in robes, after such a long day?!”

It was winter time now, and even through the common room windows, you could make out the layers of glittering white snow that coated the lawns at Hogwarts. Millions of tiny snowflakes sprinkled from the clouds like shimmering fairy dust all day round.

“Oh,” you shrugged, “I didn’t really think about changing.”

“You must be exhausted from wearing that uniform all day, so here,” Newt said, stripping off his fluffy knitted Hufflepuff sweater. He wore a black and yellow top underneath, which clung snugly to the ripples of his chest.

“Thanks,” you smiled gratefully. You loved wearing Newt’s clothes, they were always so cozy, and smelled wonderfully of him. You began taking off your clothes right then and there, but Newt turned beet red and raised his hands to his eyes to give you privacy. You sighed in content as you replaced your tight collared shirt for Newt’s comfy sweater, which was too big for you, but you loved nonetheless. You pulled out your tight hair elastic, letting your hair spill freely down. Feeling a thousand times better, you sunk down into the weathered couch and curled to your side, resting your head in Newt’s lap. Newt blinked his blue eyes open in surprise, but didn’t speak as he began combing his fingertips gently through your hair. You closed your eyes in content, the feeling of Newt’s touch sending little electrical currents through your body.

“Thank you for everything you do for me,” you murmured into Newt’s lap.

“I would do anything f-for you, love,” he said, his lips twitching upwards.

Every time he called you that, you had a tiny internal freakout.

You smiled and breathed in Newt’s current aroma; cinnamon spice, snowfall, and the crackling log fire.

You felt Newt’s fingers tremble slightly, his breath coming short all of a sudden.

“You okay?” you asked, rolling on your back to stare up at Newt.

He looked down at you lovingly, his lips quivering, “I just feel that you n-need to know that you look…b-beautiful. S-so, it’s hard for me to focus when I look at you.”

You felt your heart practically melt right then and there.

“You’re a sweetheart,” you said, sitting back up and turning to face Newt.

“J-Just being honest,” he stuttered softly, his eyes falling down to the couch.

“You didn’t have to wait for me,” you stated suddenly. “Everyone else is in bed, and we’re the only two here… so, why wait?”

Newt’s eyes fell to the checkered quilt that covered his legs, his cheeks warming subtly. 

“I wanted to be with you,” he said simply, avoiding eye contact.

“You didn’t have to though, Newt. I mean, I love seeing you, but we do have classes together too, and I don’t want you to stay up late for… well, me.”

Newt’s eyes darted back up to yours, “you know I’d do anything for you.”

Your heartbeat faltered, your thoughts freezing over momentarily.

“And also,” Newt sighed, “it’s easier to be with you now, when nobody is around to tease you for being with me,” he admitted.

“Awh, Newt,” you whispered sadly. “I’m sorry some people can’t see what I see in you. You’re the most loyal, brave, kind, empathetic, smart, and handsome boy I know,” you smiled, your hand coming up to rest on Newt’s cheek.

You felt his skin warm under your touch, Newt getting fidgety from the contact. “I’m n-not deserving of you, (Y/N). I thank the sun and the stars that I was lucky enough to find you.”

“Well I hope you like having me around, cause’ I’m never leaving,” you giggled, bending forward to rest your forehead against Newt’s.

This was probably the closest you’d ever been to Newt, and staring into his eyes now, you realized how close his lips were to yours, and how much you yearned to taste them. Newt froze, his breath hitched, his eyes unable to move from yours.

“You know,” you whispered, “there is one plus side to me coming back so late.”

“W-what’s that?” Newt responded quietly, looking gently flustered.

“Nobody’s here to stop me from kissing you.”

You’d said it without thinking, but before Newt could respond, you linked your arms around his neck and dove gently in for a peck on the lips. For a second Newt tensed, but then he quickly let his body relax, his lips responding instantly to yours. His mouth was heavenly, and even in the brief second where you got a taste, you had to restrain yourself from indulging in more. Newt’s lips molded perfectly into yours, like two soft and full puzzle pieces, but a moment later, they were gone, and his forehead was back against yours.

“Wow,” Newt breathed softly, his eyes fluttering open.

“Sorry if that was too straightforward,” you laughed softly. “I’ve k-kind of wanted to kiss you for a long time.”

Newt’s hand came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his twinkling eyes drinking in all of your features.

“Kind of?” he giggled with a raise of his brow.

“Okay, more than kind of,” you blushed.

Newt pushed gently closer against you, his breath cool over your features, his eyes darting to your lips. “Well, I kind of want you to do it again.”

Imagine flying home to Chris early. (Part A)

A/N: Part 4A has arrived 🙃 Before you read this, keep in mind that an author does everything for a reason. 💕 You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’, ‘Little Ways Away’, ‘She Said Yes’, and ‘Miss Graduate’ - Masterlist; ‘Something Blue’: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3A/3B)

You’d decided to fly home a day early seeing as the search for your dress didn’t take as long as you’d expected. You didn’t see the point of staying when your fiancé was back home waiting on you; there were still plenty to do for the wedding. You’d checked online and managed to get a economy seat back to Los Angeles at 12:42PM on Delta 423, which you were now waiting for in the departure hall after Ava and Sebastian dropped you off.

Speaking of Ava and Sebastian, they were to keep your dress safe until they came to LA next. Ava was flying over next week, and she was going to bring the dress to hide at your old apartment; it had to be as far away from Chris as possible until the wedding day. You didn’t want to risk having the dress at your home, knowing very well that his impatience and curiosity would cause him to make a rash decision and sneak a peek. Although it really wasn’t that big a deal if he did see it, you knew he’d regret it if he ruined the surprise for himself. So in order to not let his satisfying of his temptation upset him, you asked Ava and Sebastian for the big favor. They were both hesitant because it was a huge responsibility, but you managed to convince them with a lot of pouting and puppy dog eyes.

It was 12:30PM, another twelve minutes until you could board the plane. You decided to call Chris to check in with him, as well as remind him that you were coming home today and not tomorrow. He probably didn’t need the reminder considering how happy he sounded over the phone when you told him you were coming home one day earlier, but you wanted to hear his voice anyway.

“My love,” he said upon answering your call. “What are you doing calling me? Your flight on ‘Delta 423’ to Los Angeles, California is in eleven minutes.” You covered your mouth, stifling your laughter. “I know I know,” he chuckled, “I’m a needy dork who has separation anxiety. But can you blame me? Have you met my fiancée?”

“I have, and I really don’t see the appeal.” You quipped then laughed when he scoffed. “I’m just calling to check in, they’ll be boarding the fancy people and families first anyway.” You heard Chris let out an excited squeal, which he tried to hide but failed to. “I know, you’re excited ‘cause we’re going to be a family and soon we’ll be the ones being called to board first. I don’t know why you’re excited about boarding first, you’ve always been a board-first-fancy-man. Haven’t you, Mr. Evans?”

“Not always, Mrs. Evans.” He retorted and you smiled at the use of ‘Mrs. Evans’. “Whatever, I’m just excited at the idea of it. I always envied those families who get to board first, but I guess it’s not because they get to board first. I suppose it had to do with them having cute kids, that was always the life plan.”

“Having kids was part of your life plan?” You gasped sarcastically. “What a shocker, I have never heard you say that before.” You chuckled because you could practically hear him rolling his eyes. “Anyway, how’s things at home? How’s my boy?”

“Everything’s great, nothing’s burned down. Oh, and I checked a few more items off our wedding checklist. And to answer your latter question, I am- Wait, you meant Dodger when you asked that, didn’t you?” He asked and you hummed a “mm hm”. He chuckled softly, “yeah, like that wasn’t obvious. Dodger’s great, he misses you much like your other boy. Or should I say, man?”

“Boy will do,” you teased him.

“Ha ha ha,” he bit sarcastically.

“You know I love, Peter Pan.”

“I know, Wendy,” he smiled.

You looked up when you heard the attendant announce, “'Delta 423’ is ready to receive passengers from the economy class. If your seat is between twenty to twenty-nine, please make your way forward.” You glanced at your ticket, noting that you were in seat 6D and would be the next group to be asked to board therefore allowing you to talk to Chris a little while longer.

“Is that you they’re calling?”

“Nope,” you leaned back in your seat, crossing your legs. “I’ve still got a little bit of time to talk, but not too much because I think my phone’s running out of battery.” You took it off your ear and confirmed your suspicion, it was at twelve percent. “I couldn’t sleep last night and Ava put on SpongeBob for me, I fell asleep watching it and forgot to put my phone on charge. Honestly, I’m lucky just to be able to make this call.”

“You and SpongeBob, I swear,” he laughed and you scrunched your nose, smiling. “Well, don’t worry. You don’t need your phone, 'cause I’ll be waiting right outside the arrival hall with flowers and a clipboard. You won’t miss me, and I won’t be late. Your plane is said to land at three forty-two, so I’m going to be there at three forty-one.”

“Just 'cause my plane lands at three forty-two doesn’t mean I’ll be out at three forty-two, you don’t have to be so on the dot. It’s like peak time, there are going to be so many planes on the runway and customs is going to be flooded. Take your time,” you urged him, knowing how boring it’d be for him if he waited there for you. “I can wait at Starbucks if I have to.”

“I’ll be on the dot if I want to be on the dot.”

“You’re such dork,” you giggled then looked up when you saw more passengers lining up to board the plane. You figured it was people from your boarding group, bringing you to gather your stuff, and onto your feet. “Okay, I think I should turn off my phone. If I let the battery die completely, I’m afraid it won’t turn back on. It’s starting to fritz out, I’m thinking I need a new phone.”

“I tried to get you an iPhone seven but you said you didn’t want it because you like your six. 'Chris, the EarPods look stupid’,” he mimicked what you said to him when he offered you a new phone. “'I don’t want a new phone, I like my old one’.” You rolled your eyes. “You know I can hear you rolling your eyes, right?”

“I’m sure you can,” you quipped sarcastically. “Okay, babe. I’m in line to board the plane, so I’m going to hang up now and I’ll see you in a few hours.” He hummed a 'mm hm’, smiling eagerly at the thought of holding you in his arms. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris had a shower before he grabbed his car keys and headed out for the day, making sure he filled Dodger’s food and water bowl before he left. It was 1:38PM and he had quite a few errands to run before he had to go to the airport to pick you up. He got into the car and immediately turned off the radio, plugging in your iPod instead so he could listen to Ed Sheeran. He was an avid fan now, especially with your constant playing and raving of Ed’s songs.

Chris’ drive to the supermarket was quiet without you, even with Ed Sheeran playing- it was quiet because you weren’t there to belt out the songs with him. A smile surfaced when he thought of you, which was no surprise because you were the light of his life. Everything good in his life had something to do with you, you were the reason he woke up happy each morning. Just like he was your reason to live, laugh, and love. It was comforting to know he had you to spend the rest of his life with, as well as experience the wild ride of parenthood. Just thinking of parenthood darted his gaze to the rear view mirror, his smile widened when he realized that this time next year- there would be a car seat in the back and a baby- your baby sitting inside it. He meant it when he told you, “Jack or Charlotte, I’m just excited to meet our little one.” It really didn’t matter to him if the baby was a boy or girl, because it was going to be your baby; a perfect mix of the both of you.

Chris spent about half an hour at the store, repurchasing groceries and household items you’d run out of at home. Before he made his way to the counter with his sensible purchases, he headed for the candy aisle to snag a bag of Starburst Jelly Beans for himself and a bag of Yupi Gummi Bears for you. He didn’t know if you still felt like your favorite candy now that you were pregnant and having weird food aversions, but it was the thought that counts.

2:12PM meant that Chris could head to the florist to pick up some roses before he started his drive to the airport. It was about fifty-four minutes from where he was depending on traffic, which according to his GPS- didn’t consist of much. He would be able to arrive by 3:06, find parking, then hang out at Starbucks until you came walking out. He’d say with your wedding dress, but he had a feeling you’d left it under Ava’s care as you didn’t want him to peek and spoil the surprise. He was secretly glad because he knew himself and he’d definitely peek and regret it as soon as he did. He wanted to be surprised, he wanted to have that reaction that all grooms had upon seeing their bride walk down the aisle in the dress they’d never seen before. But if Chris was being honest, you could’ve worn that dress every day and he’d still have that look each time he saw you. At the end of the day, it wasn’t about the dress- it was about the person wearing it.

Your iPod’s battery died ten minutes away from the airport, causing Chris to change from AUX to Tuner. The song 'If Tomorrow Never Comes’ by Ronan Keating was playing on the radio, forcing Chris to think about what would happen to you and the baby if something were to happen to him; or worst, if something happened to you. He wanted to cry just thinking of the hell that would be his life if he lost you, if he had to raise the child without you. Though if anything happened to you now, he wouldn’t even have a child to raise by himself and remember you by.

“What the fuck, Chris?” Chris chuckled and scolded himself as he wiped a tear from his cheek. “Why are you even thinking about this? Your girl’s twenty, if anyone were to die first- it’d be you, you old man.” He found a park as the song faded out, pulling into the spot and killing the engine. The radio was still playing, he was yet to turn the car off completely. “You just make sure she knows you love her enough to last her past your lifetime.”

“'Delta 423’ experienced some engine difficulties on its course from New York back to Los Angeles.” Chris’ heart skipped a beat when he heard your flight on the radio, he quickly turned up the volume as the broadcast continued. “Unfortunately, the plane crashed before a turn around could be made.” Chris’ heart dropped and tears filled his eyes. “It is unsure how many surv-”

He turned off the radio before the broadcast could finish and found himself staring blankly into nothingness. It took him awhile to finally registered what he heard; his vision blurred and his stomach flipped. His hands gripped his steering wheel tightly, so tightly his knuckles turned white. He leaned forward, attempting but unable to process the information he’d just been given. Then, it all hit him at once and he started to sob, choking out a single word.

“No.”

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Part 4B

Felicity x Dinah x Thea (mentions of olicity) || ao3 || teen || light angst || 1476 || more fics

summary: prompt: the ladies of team arrow seek revenge against Susan Williams (thank you, @blackcanarydinah)
a/n: happy birthday bb!! i hope you enjoy (: 

p.s - the c-word gets dropped once in this fic. idk i know some people don’t like that word so i thought i would warn


Normally, Felicity wasn’t the type to get her hands dirty. She didn’t mind being on the field of course; she did it when she had to. And right now she definitely had to. It wasn’t technically a mission. Not one that Oliver had given a stamp of approval on. Well, he can’t approve something he doesn’t know about. That was beside the point. What she was doing was important. What she, Thea, and Dinah were doing was important.

“The alarm has been disabled,” she whispered, “And security cameras are offline.”

The three of them walked right into Susan Williams’ apartment building without a problem. She was able to find the exact room with just as much ease. The place was nice. A lot nicer than the average local news reporter would be able to afford.

“You sure you still wanna do this, babe?” Dinah asked.

Felicity nodded, “I need to,” she said, “Oliver would do the same for any of us.”

Dinah couldn’t argue with that. She might not have been on the team for very long, but she already fit well. The other woman got along with everyone on the team and was protective of her and Thea.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Dinah nodded to the door.

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Please? Part 26

Daryl Dixon x Reader

*Making a masterlist for this series for easy reading!


It’s pure torture. You sit in the cell block, listening to all the others coughing and wheezing, hacking up blood. Sweat pours off you, sticking to the sheets of the bed, chilling you to the bone. You feel something inside of you trying to come up, though you haven’t had an appetite since the night before.

The doctor looked you over, claiming that you wouldn’t get any worse than a few coughs, possibly a fever, it wasn’t as bad as his other patients. You thought that was simply wishful thinking on his part, not wanting to help another one.

The door opens and you pray that it isn’t Daryl, pray that he hasn’t been told where you are or that he’ll be smart enough to stay away from you and this block. You don’t need him getting sick, if he wasn’t already.

Sasha’s voice travels through the cellblock, through the other sounds, the coughing and the sneezing. You sit up slowly, glancing out of your cell to catch a glimpse of her. You feel your body tense up, your stomach disagreeing with the move. You lean over the side of the bed and gag, nothing coming out since there is nothing to leave your stomach.

“Sash…” You gasp, holding your hand up for her. She turns her head, her eyes growing double in size when she realizes who you are.

She looks terrible. She’s pale, her lips are drying and her eyes are bloodshot, looking exactly how you feel. Sweat drips off her face, staining the back of her shirt and under her breasts the most. She looks over at the doctor, who appears from under the steps. He holds onto them for support.

“It’s starting.” He grunts.

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