Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)
Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!
warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut! —————————————————————————————————-
You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You
decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about
Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked
closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.
“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the
step below him.
He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get
him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”
“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied,
taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.
“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly
for bringing it up.
You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure
walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the
same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial
features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to
be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping
his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.
“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.
You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being
hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot
going on right now” You tried to justify your words.
“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been
going on for years!” he raised his voice.
“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he
“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked
down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You
don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”
He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind
him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you
didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just
hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally
unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse.
You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that
he wanted to be left alone. ****
You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After
everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had
come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for
Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about
to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and
made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the
door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat
and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.
“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could
come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands
He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his
voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you
and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him
and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.
“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t
know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he
made no move to try and wipe them away.
“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m
sorry” he finished.
He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist,
pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms
around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on
the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in
the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his
shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen
Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no
emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and
moved his hands to his side.
You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow
pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and
vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a
swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between
you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your
eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring
at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he
“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you
said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him
some clean clothes. ****
You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your
bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked
towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed,
and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on
you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his
muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and
saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the
other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the
shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.
You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.
“What?” he asked.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your
hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He
didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he
warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It
was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything
but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the
pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your
head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against
his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of
protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next
couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you. ****
You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your
shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.
“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was
“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff
“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you
“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”
“What time is it?”
Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch.
“It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back
down onto the bed slowly.
“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can
talk to me and trust me” you whispered.
He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped
your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one
more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once
The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your
sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming
“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined
your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck,
making you feel weak.
“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and
moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on
poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted
and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against
his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms
traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips
upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark
buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the
jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties
to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit
as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit,
making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto
him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still
so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to
lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were
comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself
down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed
his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you,
keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands
roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought
your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.
“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much
for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t
hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded
into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock
throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally
came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.
“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with
“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips
one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the
cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling
him. He sighed as he got it all out, and
it felt like a weight off his shoulders. —————————————————————————————————-
Gosh I promised you all some more birdman au content and I actually drew this FOREVER AGO but I wanted to color it to give you an idea for what Den’s wings but *shrug emoji* this has been sitting in my files for the longest time and its about time I give ya something you actually want so here we go
Spoilt human noble engie main, I wanted the armor to look functional but fancy? After being forcibly kicked out of the Krytan high life, he mainly works for the pact with whispers jobs on the side. im bad at writing things like these so here have the thingies:
Head: Reading Glasses Shoulder: Rubicon Shoulders Chest: Aetherblade Jerkin Gloves: Aetherblade Armguards Pants: Inquest leggings Feet: Forgeman’s Boots Back: Guild backpack (im STILL mourning the engi kit backpacks :(( ) Weapon: too many (shown: Balthazars pistol, HOPE) (not shown: Predator, HMS divinity) Dyes: Iron, Antique gold, Lifesblood
GLaDOS is the mysterious owner/baker whom customers have never seen bc she never leaves the back to come up to the front
The cores are the employees who work the counter/register but they’ve been there so long that they know how to bake everything
Chell is a part of a program that sends baker interns/trainees to Aperture so they can gain experience but when she starts working the owner is? never? there?
And Chell is just like “wtf how am I supposed to learn” but luckily the owner left her some handy dandy instructions
in the form of voice recordings
(It’s a habit she picked up from her dad who she inherited the bakery from)
So Chell just works every day with nothing but voice recordings and whatever core is working that day to help her out
Meanwhile she spends time trying to figure out what kind of person the owner exactly is bc wtf? Who runs a program for training bakers and refuses to be there for the training? And everyone does their best to help her out but all the cores are afraid of the owner even after so many years of working for her and for some reason no one can really pinpoint what she looks like?
Bonus: Black Mesa Bakery is their rival down the street. Even though Black Mesa specializes in bread and Aperture specializes in desserts so no one really knows why but it leads to crazy antics like Black Mesa starting to sell cinnamon rolls even though Aperture JUST added cinnamon rolls to their menu a month ago
After hours of work, here it is: A somewhat modern take on the beatles cartoon. I’m not even going to pretend like I didn’t trace this, I did, but it was mostly because I wanted the lineart to look clean I know, the shading makes absolutely no sense, but god damn it I like it.
You wont be able to find the exact frame in the cartoon this is from because it’s actually two frames edited together, but they’re from 24b if anyone cares.
A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.
wow! first of all: thank you very much for - ̗̀ 17k ̖́ - that’s a mind-blowing amount of audience and im still very #shookt !! ok… so anyway, the last time i had my faves page, i only have like less than a third of my followers now (that was like, last year) so i thought maybe to thank you guys for being so lovely, i should finally update it !!
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the other bari sax player that joined wind ensemble this year comes in late every single day and straight up just doesnt do warmups so she never tunes her saxophone so its always sharp, she never turns the page even though as bari 2 its her job (but she was probably late when my teacher announced it) and shes on her phone all the time which causes her to miss cues and she wont even count 4 measure rests?? she relies on when we come in to when i lift up my instrument but if i never put it down in the first place she’ll miss the re-entry and come in like two measures late
my teacher never says anything about this and yet he got frustrated with me today because i couldnt get a note out of this saxophone thats held together by painters tape and rattles like a set of keys when i walk with it and its really fucking uh Getting To Me