Venus in Aries: I heard your laughter before I saw you. And then I couldn’t take my eyes off you. And after everyone had gone home we were still running around, or you were running I was just trying to keep up. You work hard, play hard and love even harder, but you like to try on a couple of sizes before you find the right fit. It’s the way you make me laugh at the most ludicrous things, the way you know exactly what you want and are not afraid to go and get it. You make me feel like anything is possible. Our love was like a tickle war turned makeout session, and I still remember the heat when our skin touched. There will never be anyone like you.
Venus in Taurus: Being with you is like coming home. Like a perfect dream. Like lavender candles and cuddling up to a marathon of our favourite show. You kissing me between every episode. You don’t like playing games and you don’t like being rushed when falling in love. You take your sweet time, worshipping my body and my mind so my heart can’t help but follow. I remember those lazy Sundays, strolling through the furniture store, your hand in mine and we would pretend to decorate our future house. But all we came out with were more lavender candles and a burning lust for each other. You turn the mundane into something truly magical.
Venus in Gemini: You drive me crazy, I never know where we stand. We spend the most incredible nights together and then I don’t hear from you in forever. Maybe that’s your style, you wanna look me in the eyes and not read my words on your phone. We sit for hours and people watch, making up backstories for them. When I’m with you I have no sense of time, all I can think about is your mischievous smile and the way you play with my hair. Your love is all-consuming, like nothing in the world matters to you more. With you my sense of reason is completely clouded, I’m yours for the night and every other night. If you’ll have me.
Venus in Cancer: My hero, my sensitive babe. Your heart on your sleeve, that look in your eyes and I was yours forever. When you kissed me I could see our lives flashing before my eyes. Sitting on opposite sides of the sofa. Your nose in a book but your hand on me, like you needed to be connected to me or else you’d die. Every time you catch me staring at you I can’t help the grin on my face. You are fragile and strong, creating this protective space around us where we can just be together. I love how you’re not afraid of your feelings, and how you already named our kids even though we need to discuss it lol. You make it feel so real, like you are the missing piece of the puzzle.
Venus in Leo: I remember the first time I met you, it all happened so fast. At a party, my friend introducing you and before I knew it your arms were around me. I remember melting into your hug, and the electricity in the air when we finally let go. Everyone else thought it was weird but we both knew, there was no turning back. Being with you feels like running through a field of flowers, faster and faster. Your laughter and your moans echo in my head. My legs feel like giving out but your hand refuses to let go of mine. It’s that smile after you say something clever, and they way you make me feel like it’s just me and you versus the world. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this loved.
Venus in Virgo: You make me feel whole. Driving down the freeway blasting our songs, I can’t sing but you don’t care. Your hand on the stick shift and for some reason I got all hot inside. It’s the way you wrap your arms around me at the checkout line, like I’m yours and you don’t care who knows. You’re thoughtful and observant, you make me feel like I matter to you. And it’s not an act, you are actually that kind. I’m trying so hard to describe you, but all I can think about is that night when my family fell apart. You drew a bath with bubbles and you held me until the water went cold. Then we ate raspberries (my favourite) and watched Modern Family. And then you loved me until I didn’t feel like I was falling apart anymore. I think that describes you more than words ever could. You’re the one I see sitting next to me on our porch doing a crossword puzzle, in our old bodies. But it doesn’t scare me because your spirit is forever young.
Venus in Libra: Being in love with you is so easy. Our first date was to the movies. You gave me a red poppy and held my hand the entire time, gently playing with my fingers. My heart was about to beat out of my chest but somehow I was calm, because you were. I love the way you talk so easy, with that breezy confidence. Like you’d never tell me a lie. The way you were charming and kind to everyone from the bus driver to the server at the pizza shop. After talking to each other all night in the park, it was the only place that was still open. My mum still asks about you. I think she loved you more than I did, and that’s saying something.
Venus in Scorpio: God, the way you tear me apart and then put me back together. Over and over again. You of all people know that life isn’t always chocolates and roses. You’re not afraid of the ugliness of human nature, instead you try to find the silver lining, the beauty in the madness. You demand that I’m honest with you, and in turn you trust me with your own secrets. It created a bond beyond love, or maybe it was love. It just felt different, like it was based in reality and not a love story. You’ve seen me at my worst and still think I’m beautiful, because you see people’s souls. Nobody can hide their true nature from you for you are an expert of reading between the lines. Your animalistic passion penetrates deep, and everything becomes a haze of lust and obsession. Because if you’re not obsessed it’s just not worth it. I would trust you with my life, because you would sacrifice your own for the one you love.
Venus in Sagittarius: We had just gotten comfortable on the top of the mountain we climbed when you hit me with “Do you think out of seven billion that some people have the same personality?” And you packed my favourite sandwich, tomato, mozzarella and basil. A moment of breathless kisses and triumph. Your strength made me feel strong too, and your devotion made my heart swell. You never stand still but it doesn’t matter, because you take me with you and always make sure I’m alright. You make me feel included, showing me off and introducing me to all your friends. I’ve never felt more proud than when I’m standing next to you. When you told me how much you loved me I knew it was true.
Venus in Capricorn: The true romantic. What drew me in was that calm stare, you looked like trouble I swear I was gonna faint on the spot. You could keep up with me, and when you took my hand and said “Trust me?” I somehow believed you. But what made me fall for you was how you kept all your promises. Your presence is honest and true, the way you make me feel like I would never be alone, like I would always have a friend. I love falling asleep in your arms to your heartbeat. You’re gentle with me, I can feel your love in every touch. Your love made me believe I could do anything, because I knew you would stick by my side. If I asked you to.
Venus in Aquarius: Keep it cool, that’s how you roll. Almost untouchable, but you let me touch you. It was like the seasons changed in seconds. You finished that last drop of champagne and said “Let’s get wet”, then we jumped in the pool. And then you kissed me. It felt like breathing underwater, I don’t even think you live in the same world as the rest of us. I texted you at 2 a.m. and you didn’t hesitate. Trapped between your body and the wall, your lips on my neck and I was already in heaven. I never thought you loved me back, until you showed up on my doorstep, whiskey on your breath and tears in your eyes. After that I never doubted you, because I knew then that your love was more than words.
Venus in Pisces: With you it’s all about the moment, and moments with you are plush and whimsical. Like sitting on a cloud. You are still the only person to ever write me a poem. And when you asked me if I liked it, how you let me see your vulnerable side even though the look in your eyes was sheer terror, you were brave. I was at loss for words so I just kissed you deeply. You see the beauty in the little things, like asking me about what I dreamt last night or giving me cupid earrings so they could whisper sweet nothings in my ear when you’re not around. Your love is poetic, you actually think of me and what makes me happy. Whenever you see something that reminds you of me you always let me know. I can’t help but think how lucky I am to be so cherished.
Kim Namjoon. Married by obligation, weighed down by circumstance. Except for those nights when you’re both drunk, falling into bed with one another and realizing you’re human. Occasionally this happens, occasionally you fuck. Until your life changes and you realize Namjoon, the very man you’re obligated to, might just be the very man that you crave.
Kim Seokjin. Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too.
Jeon Jungkook. To be perfectly honest, you’ve never seen Jeon Jungkook as anything but that annoying brat who followed you around on the playground. Until the day he shows up, asking for your hand in marriage. Then you start seeing him differently.
Min Yoongi. Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way – both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened.
Park Jimin. You’ve been engaged to Park Jimin since birth. The two of you destined for one another, meant to be married despite neither of you wanting to be. You needed travel, wanted to see the world. When that very same world comes crashing down around you, though – who is the one who saves you? Jimin.
Everything else just feels so temporary. I write everything in pencil these days, I was getting pretty used to erasing things until you showed up. You showed up and I know it’s stupid but I wrote your name in permanent marker and I wasn’t afraid.
“Hello, Potter.” Malfoy didn’t look up from his book as Harry came to a halt in front of him.
“I want to talk to you,” Harry said resolutely.
“Goodbye, Potter,” Malfoy said, his eyes still on his book. It didn’t stop Harry from sitting down next to him on the sofa.
“I’ve been watching you these past days,” Harry said, lowering his voice. Draco snorted.
“Of course you have.”
“And I noticed something,” Harry continued, ignoring Malfoy’s comment. “You’re always alone.” Harry watched as a hint of annoyance flickered over the Slytherin’s face.
“Is that so?” If Malfoy felt caught, he didn’t let it show. He was the picture of calmness and indifference.
“Why aren’t you with your Slytherin friends anymore? Are you avoiding them? Are they avoiding you? Are they giving you a hard time?” Harry couldn’t imagine why they would do something like that or why Draco would be the one avoiding them but he knew something was going on.
“You sure ask many questions, Potter,” Malfoy muttered, turning a page of his book.
“And you didn’t answer any of them, Malfoy.” Harry leaned closer to him but didn’t try to take the book out of his hands. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. “Why are you always alone? The common room is full of people and yet you decided to sit here, far away from everyone.”
“And I was perfectly content until you showed up.” Malfoy didn’t exactly sound menacing but Harry knew he would probably snap soon.
“I don’t believe you.” Harry was aware that he was already invading Malfoy’s private space but he still leaned in a little closer. “Look, some of the other eighth years have started a group. They meet a few times a week and they… talk. About what happened to them in the war and how they are… coping with it.”
Harry jumped when Malfoy slammed his book shut in front of Harry’s nose and turned to him.
“Potter,” he barked. “I don’t know how to get it into your thick head that I don’t want to talk. About anything. I don’t even know what you’re doing here. You have plenty people to talk to, so why do you insist on pestering me?” His eyes wandered about the room as if he were looking for something. “Where is the rest of your little trio anyway?”
“They’re… busy,” Harry said vaguely. Malfoy snorted and Harry suspected he knew exactly what Harry had implied.
“Then go talk to somebody else, Potter.”
“I don’t want to.”
Malfoy let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose.
“You really don’t get it, do you? I’d like to be alone.”
Harry crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t believe you.” He watched as Malfoy let his head fall back and closed his eyes.
“So you’ve told me,” Malfoy muttered.
“I think you secretly like that I’m sitting here with you.” His eyes scanned Malfoy’s face, waiting for something that would tell him he was right. “And I think you’d also like it if I did this.” He reached out and grabbed Malfoy’s hand. He leaned forward while simultaneously tugging Malfoy toward him.
He closed his eyes as his lips brushed Malfoy’s temple. He had thought about doing this for so long, it almost felt unreal.
“And maybe you’d even like it if I did this,” Harry whispered against Malfoy’s skin as he slid down on the sofa, swung his legs on Malfoy’s lap and laid his head on the Slytherin’s shoulder.
When Malfoy gave no reaction whatsoever, Harry moved his head to look at him. He had finally done it. Draco Malfoy was rendered speechless. Or was he shocked? Disgusted? Harry couldn’t tell.
“Okay, maybe you don’t like it,” Harry said, getting more and more uncomfortable by Malfoy’s blank stare. He tried to get up, rather inelegantly, when Malfoy suddenly placed a hand on his chest.
Harry looked at him, having no clue what to make of the tortured expression on his face.
“I like to be alone,” he muttered. Harry’s heart sank.
“But…” Malfoy gulped. “I guess…I would rather be alone with you.”
For work reasons, I regularly have to stand up in front of a bunch of people I have never met before, and talk to them. Usually it’s about fifteen people, but at conference time my seminars have upwards of seventy-five people or more in the audience.
For years, public speaking was not my favorite thing; I dreaded it more than anything else in the world. But I love it now, and I’ve been told I’m good at it, so I’m gonna share some tips.
Freak out. Go ahead. Give yourself permission to panic about having to stand up in front of a bunch of people and give a speech. Go. Panic, scream, cry, complain to the world. Just get it out of your system - really get it all out in one go. You can have anywhere from ten minutes to three hours, depending on how close this due date is. But however long you take, know that when you’re done freaking out, that’s it - it’s work time now.
Make an outline. Write down the main points you want to cover. Dates, theories, equations, all of the Big Stuff. Write them all down in the beginning, so you won’t forget them later.
Once the Big Stuff is written down, start filling in details: what’s important about this date, explain this theory, what’s the application for this equation. If it seems relevant, give examples (but limit it to one or two easy examples per item; overfilling with examples can lead to your audience forgetting what you were talking about)
If you are making a PowerPoint - start transferring that outline into your slides. Don’t worry about design, format, animations, none of that right now. It shouldn’t be pretty at the beginning, all you need is your information on the slides. Make sure your slides are simple and not stuffed with information. Font size should be at least 28 for every bit of text - if you need to shrink it down to fit your information on, move it to the next slide or user fewer words.
Write your speech in bullet points. Resist the urge to write it out word-for-word. If you write it out word-for-word and practice from that and nothing else, one of two things is probably going to happen: you will recite the speech as you have written and it will come across as a recitation rather than a presentation, or you will forget a word somewhere in the middle and stumble over yourself. Writing your speech in bullet points lets you fill in the transitions as you’re practicing; your flow will be more even and natural when you’re speaking, and you won’t get caught up in what the next word is supposed to be.
Practice. Practice, practice, practice. Do not, under any circumstances, wing it. If you wing it, you will feel unprepared, so you will come across as unprepared, and you will probably forget important details or be surprised when a particular slide shows up. Practice until you are tired of your topic, practice until you want to murder your topic and bury it out in the back.
There’s nothing worse than being in the middle of a sentence and realizing you have no more air left. When you’re practicing, make note of where you should breathe.
Practice with an audience that can interact with you (your dog is a loving and supportive friend, but your dog can’t tell that you’re talking too fast). You need to give your speech to someone who will give you honest feedback - it can be an audience of one. Make it clear to them how you want their help: do you want them to critique your content, your presentation skills, or both.
Preparation is equally as important as practicing. Check your PowerPoint - are all your animations working correctly? Is everything spelled right? Do you have legible notecards written in a way that will help you? Do you have an outfit planned (you want to look nice, but you also want to be comfortable)?
Three days before, stop tweaking it. Stop making major changes. Go ahead and change the wording, but do not add any new content (and do not remove content unless it really is garbage). Up until now you’ve been practicing with a certain set of content, and throwing new content in at the last minute can unsettle your pacing and structure - it’s information you haven’t had nearly as much time as practice.
One day before, leave it alone completely. It’s locked. Done. It’ll be what it’ll be. 24 hours before your speech is not the time to making any kind of adjustments to it. You’ve practiced what you have, you know you can rock what you have, so you’re going to give what you have.
If steps 9 and 10 have both failed for any number of reasons (which is fine! happens to me all the time), then this is the rule you need to pay attention to. For the love of everything you find holy, do not make changes to your speech right before you give it. This has the same effect as winging it, and all the practice you’ve done will be for nothing.
Get a good night’s sleep. Be hydrated. Eat breakfast (but not a super big special breakfast that might upset your stomach; eat your normal breakfast, even if that’s toaster pastries and a can of soda). Dress in layers, so you can remove or add a layer as necessary and not be freezing or sweating up there.
Go first, if you have the option. Seriously. Volunteer to go first. You’ll get it out of the way, and you’ll be done. More importantly, you won’t be watching everyone else’s presentations/speeches while worrying about your own - that’s a super easy way to psych yourself out. So go first, or at least go early.
Watch stand-up comedy. What stand-up comedy teaches you is timing, pacing, and audience interaction. Stand-up comics stand in front of people and talk to them for a living - they just happen to be funny when they do it. Study them for timing and pacing: where do they pause, for how long, how do they transition two wildly different topics together, etc. Stand-up comics are great at handling unpredictable audiences.
PowerPoint animations: never use slide transitions, and the only animation you should ever use is “appear.” The “appear” animation controls what’s on the slide at any given time and is helpful for both you and the audience (though don’t make stuff disappear once it’s already on the slide). You won’t rush over yourself trying to move on to the next topic, because the next topic isn’t visible yet.
Also on PowerPoint: know where your slides end. Create a little circle or square in the bottom corner that’s just a shade or two darker than the background color, and have it be the last thing to appear on the slide. Your audience won’t notice it, but it’ll be an indicator for you that the slide’s over and you’re moving on.
If it’s speech with a time limit, have a buddy keep time by holding up a piece of paper with how much time you have remaining. Since you’ve practiced, you should know about how long your speech is, but you may speed up or slow down in front of people and you need to know about that. Be clear with them up front about what they need to tell you: you don’t want to be suddenly blindsided with 2:00 LEFT, but neither do you want to be warned every five minutes.
Have a buddy give you signals. I talk super fast in front of people, so I always have someone in the back of the room to give me the “slow down” hand signal. You may also get really quiet, and you need someone to tell you to speak up. If at all possible, you want to adjust your speed or volume before someone in the audience points it out to you, which can interrupt your rhythm and train of thought.
If you talk with your hands, talk with your hands. If you want to stand still, stand still. If you like jokes, tell jokes. If you need Star Trek references, make them. Let yourself be yourself. You’re already in an uncomfortable situation, and trying to silence something fundamental about who you are is going to make it so much worse. Be yourself in front of a crowd - you will be a lot more interesting, and a lot more fun (and have a lot more fun), than everyone else who’s trying to be as flat as possible.
If you have any questions or want some extra advice or anything, I’m happy to help!
Daryl Dixon x Reader | Smut Warning | 18+ Only | NSFW
Summary: Another request,
hope I do it justice. :) Daryl has feelings for the reader and has had to watch
the reader be treated badly by her boyfriend for months. When the reader’s
boyfriend is out on a run, Daryl makes his feelings known. Pre-Negan Era. Set
in Alexandria. Smut AF.
Warnings: Smutty, Smutness
Word Count: 8,963
Daryl watched as you sadly waved goodbye to Luke. You guys you had been
seeing each other since even before the world ended and was replaced with the
dead. You had both been living in Alexandria since before the wall had went up,
you saw all of it happen in the blink of an eye; the world ending, the dead
walking, The Monroe’s quickly devising a plan to keep the town safe, and the
arrival of Rick’s group followed by more heartache and hardship. You and Luke
shared a small house in the town, sitting on the right-hand side of the
development, next to the last house that was placed within the town, furthest
away from the wall, which belonged to Daryl.
You and Luke moved to Alexandria, before losing your families to the
dead, you were college sweethearts, and you just always assumed you would be
together forever. But lately something had changed in Luke, he was more
reckless, and every chance he got it seemed, he was offering to go on runs,
especially with Rosita. In the pit of your stomach you knew something was
wrong, very wrong. Luke waved back at you, with little to no emotion in his
eyes, from the back of a truck they where using for their run. You saw him
quickly turn his attention back to Rosita smiling at her the way he used to
smile at you.
You sighed a little, looking down, kicking a rock with your feet. You
heard the gate close and slam shut as Aaron harshly pushed the lock back in
place. He walked over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, forcing you
to look up at him with sad eyes.
“They’ll be back before you know it.” He said re-assuringly. “Rick will
make sure of that.” He finished seriously, rubbing his hand comfortingly across
your shoulder, before breaking contact, nodding and heading off to his home
down the road.
You stood there not really sure what to do with yourself, you always
felt off when Luke was gone, but you had felt off for a few months now, even
when he was with you, he wasn’t really with you. You stare off into space
analyzing the past few months, the drop in conversation between you two, the
lack of intimacy, you used to find any excuse to sneak away to be together but
lately he didn’t even want to touch you. You self-consciously wrap your arms
around yourself, not realizing you were being watched.
Suddenly, you hear a scoff and realize that Daryl was standing a few
feet away from you, by the front of the gate. He glared at you until you made
eye contact, and then his head snapped away to look at a fixed point on the
wall ahead of him. He sighed, seemingly angrily, and began walking toward you.
He stops when he gets within inches of you, and growls into your ear, as he
faces toward the town, his back against the gate.
“Don’t worry I’m sure your boyfriend
will be just fine.” He said lowly and
slightly bumped your shoulder as he passed by you.
What the hell was his problem?
You thought to yourself and turned around to follow the tall, muscular redneck.
You run a little to catch up to him, as he has already taken several
long strides away from you and down the street. You tap him on the shoulder and
continue to try and reach his speed.
“What the hell was that about, Daryl?” You ask a little angrily and
follow him as he picks up his pace. He obviously had an issue with something.
He angrily huffs and grips the strap of his crossbow tighter in his
hands, saying nothing and tightening his jaw, he continues to walk towards the
back of the development. You followed him past yours and Luke’s house, to the
last house on the right, that was Daryl’s. You stomp up the porch behind him,
grabbing his shoulder forcing him to turn around. He swings around angrily and
glares into your eyes.
“What do ya want Y/N?” He shouted.
You suddenly felt enraged at his random anger directed at you. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to
you that way? You thought confused and a little angry. He has barely ever
said more than two words to you before this.
“I want to know what the hell you meant back there?” You demanded and
he staggered back pacing a little, his eyes angry.
“You know what I’m talkin about Y/N. You know he is fucking her. How
can you stay with an asshole like that? The way he treats you-” He shouts in
your face, fuming, and begins pacing back and forth on the wooden floor again.
Your eyes grow wide, and you feel your heart stop in its tracks, as it
sinks into the pit of your stomach.
“What?” You ask softly. Daryl continues to pace around his porch,
gripping his weapon tighter in his hands, gesturing to your house on the left-hand
side of his.
“I’ve fucking seen them together, Y/N! I know you aren’t that stupid!
You fucking know too. Don’t tell me you don’t.” He shouts out again.
You feel your face get hot as your eyes begin to well up with tears.
“I gotta- I gotta go.” You say softly and turn to run down his stairs,
you hear Daryl call your name, but you don’t want him to see you cry, you
didn’t want such a strong man to see you break. You run across the lawn and up
the stairs to your house, slamming, and locking the door.
You drudge your feet up the stairs, through blurry and wet eyes,
emerging at your bedroom. You look at the bed and memories of you and Luke wash
over you, followed by an image of him with Rosita in your bed. You wondered if
they had ever screwed in your bed and suddenly you felt nauseated. You turn
back from your bedroom and head down stairs to the living room, you plop
yourself down on the couch head in your hands and let yourself feel all the
pain you were feeling, letting all the tears come pouring out of you. You hear
yourself sobbing from a distance, feeling like it wasn’t real.
You sob for nearly a half hour straight, until you feel like you are
completely drained of everything inside of you. You peer over to the table on
the side of the couch where you sit and see a picture of you and Luke sitting
in a frame, a picture taken back before the world had ended, back before he was
a cheater. Your eyes narrowed in anger as you stared at the man you thought
would never hurt you. You pick up the frame angrily and throw it at the wall,
making the glass shatter and the picture fall to the floor. Broken. Just like us. You thought to
yourself with a scoff.
Anger takes over your body, washing over you and replacing the sadness.
You dry your eyes, that have now started seething, and begin to rip down every
picture frame and throw anything that reminded you of the two of you. That
painting on the wall he had bought you for your 1-year anniversary – the year
before the world went to shit, the necklace on the table he had found for you
after you lost your parents, the promise ring on your finger that he had given
you when you had first started dating. You throw it all to the ground, hearing
wood and metal clashing and clanging against the hard wood floor of your living
You ran back up the stairs to your bedroom and pulled the blankets and
sheets off the bed, throwing another picture of you and him on the nightstand
down to the ground, as your boots walked over the glass, chomping on it without
care. You pulled out a small duffle bag from your closet and began throwing
your clothes into it, you didn’t care if you had to sleep on someone’s floor,
you would not be here when Luke returned home. You grab as many clothes as
would fit, and went to the bathroom to grab your toothbrush and a couple of
bars of soap you had managed to find.
You grab the overly full duffle bag and sling it over your shoulder,
heaving a little at how heavy it was, and walked determinedly down the stairs
and out the door slamming it shut. You walk onto the porch and angrily begin
toward the stairs. You hear Daryl again, to your right, calling your name from
“Y/N! Please, hold up for a minute!” Daryl’s voice had softened and
showed signs of worry.
Daryl had not moved from this spot since he had blurted out Luke’s
secret. He was sure you knew, but your reaction proved to him otherwise. He
paced back and forth, angry at himself and his big mouth, that had caused you
so much pain. He listened to you cry and throw things, watching you intently
through your living room window, that just happened to face his own. So many
nights he had watched you, not intending to get drawn in, but not being able to
help himself. The way you would set up dinner night after night for you and
Luke, and seeing that most nights he didn’t even bother to show up home until
after you had given up and fallen asleep.
He watched as you paced your house lonely as can be whenever he was
gone and lately you did the same even when he was there, both of you sitting in
silence and not saying a word. He watched as you tried to kiss on Luke and make
him feel your skin, but he would always pull away. Daryl guessed saying he was
not in the mood. Bullshit. Daryl
would think to himself, he knew the truth. Besides who would not be in the mood
for Y/N, she was amazingly gorgeous and just as sweet as could be, Daryl would
think to himself.
One night he watched as Y/N walked up the stairs and disappeared into
her bedroom, after another failed attempt to get Luke to want her. Daryl saw
how sad and tired her eyes were, tired of this same routine and tired of not
being loved like she should be. Daryl saw Y/N’s bedroom light go out and
watched Luke as his fingers began to twitch and he nervously looked up the
stairs. Daryl watched from the dark of his living room in curiosity, watching
as the man got more nervous by the minute. About 20 minutes went by and the man
suddenly stood up, walking to the stairs and looking up at the bedroom door,
which was shut. He listened for a moment and smiled to himself. He walked
across the living room floor, down the hallway, and out the door.
Daryl put out his cigarette in the dark and stared curiously for a moment
before getting up and walking out to his porch quietly closing his door behind
him. He watched as Luke walked speedily down the road, looking like he had to
be somewhere in a hurry. Daryl frowned and decided to follow him. He took long,
quite strides down the side of the road, staying on the grass and in the
shadows as much as he could. He followed the man to a house he knew well,
Rosita and Abraham’s. He watched as Luke darted quickly to the side of the
house, Daryl ducked behind the trees that separated Rosita and Abe’s house from
Carol’s place. The town was dark, but the moon was full and brightened up the
sky and the ground around it that night.
Daryl peered through the bushes to see Luke running to someone, the
other person ran to him and wrapped their arms around him. Luke pulled this
person into his arms, twirling them around, the moonlight illuminated their
face, it was Rosita was a huge smile on her face. Daryl stood there shocked,
feeling the seething anger build up inside of him. He watched as Luke pressed
her up against the side of the wall and began to kiss her passionately. Daryl
felt sick, watching as they became closer and closer to fucking right then and
there. He hears them both begin to moan and tug at each other’s pants. Daryl
turned away and made his way back down the street, stopping to stare up at
Y/N’s dark bedroom window for a moment in silent sadness. What an asshole. Who could do that to her? He thought and again the
anger returned to his being.
It had been two months since Daryl saw them together that first time
and every time he saw Luke touch Rosita on the arm or whisper into her ear
suggestively, when Y/N wasn’t looking, every single time it took all Daryl had
not to walk right over and kick his ass. But, Y/N was always there, looking at
Luke, still in love with him, still wanting him. Daryl thought eventually she
would figure it out on her own, but here they were two months later and somehow
he was still the asshole who had to break the news to her. And he didn’t do it
well at all, talking wasn’t one of his strong points and he kicked himself for
hurting her, just like that asshole she called hers.
“Y/N! Please, stop!” Daryl pleaded as he watched Y/N continue to storm
down the pavement with a duffle bag in her hands.
You stopped but do not turn around, hearing Daryl’s footsteps come
running up behind you. You feel nothing but rage and adrenaline coursing
through your body. Suddenly, you feel Daryl’s big hand on your shoulder,
nudging you around to face him. You turn toward him and see that he is
breathing heavy from running to catch up to you. You look into his eyes and see
regret in them, you scoff.
“What?!” You cry out angrily and glare at him.
Daryl takes his hand off your shoulder and steps back with his hands in
the arm, realizing that your anger is directed toward him.
“I just, I just… I wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean for it to come
out like that.” He said lowly and looks at the ground ashamed of himself.
You smirk a little in your rage, feeling heated tears again come to the
“You’re sorry? You’re sorry?!” You scream a little and drop your duffle
bag on the ground, charging your small frame into him and start hitting his
chest with your fists as hard as you can, crying and punching.
“You are an asshole, you know that?!” You continue to cry and punch at
him. And Daryl lets you do so, without wincing, he takes in all your pain.
You punch and punch until you your hands are sore and you are
exhausted, you begin to sob into his chest, dropping your fists as they did no
good against Daryl’s muscular physique. You sob tiredly into him and you
suddenly feel his big arms wrap around your body, pulling you tightly into him,
as you cry.
“Shhh… Shhh…” Daryl comforts you, rocking you back and forth in his
You hear the sound of footsteps tapping down the concrete behind you,
in between your sobbing tears, and hear Aaron’s voice.
“Is everything okay?!?” Aaron asked Daryl, breathless. He had heard Y/N
screaming, as he was walking to the gate for guard duty, and turned around to
see her hitting Daryl. He ran as fast as he could down the long pavement,
watching as Daryl wrapped her in his arms.
Aaron tried to catch his breath, while looking concernedly into Daryl’s
eyes, and down to your sobbing face that was hidden from him.
You buried your face deeper into Daryl’s chest, trying to escape the
embarrassment of facing Aaron this way. You feel Daryl nod his head, as his
chin moves up and down above your head.
“Ya. She’s okay. I’ll take care of her.” Daryl said in a soft, low
Aaron stands there for a moment, looking at Daryl, and back down at
you, remaining hidden. He nods sadly at Daryl and then gently puts his hand on
your back, massaging it a little.
“You know where to find me, if you need anything Y/N.” He says to you
and you nod into Daryl’s chest, to answer him, still not wanting him to see you
hurting. Daryl’s arms wrap tighter around you, as your tears begin to subside.
Aaron looks at Daryl, “Take care of her,” he says and Daryl again nods,
onto the top of your head.
You hear Aaron walk away in the other direction. Daryl holds you for
another moment in the street. You turn your head to the side, never breaking
contact with his body, your tears had retreated once again, and you took a few
deep breaths into him.
Daryl notices your body’s ceasefire, and slowly loosens his arms,
keeping them on your shoulders, but breaking your head’s contact with his
chest, to force you to look up at him. He sees your eyes are red and your face
is drenched, he looks down at you in agony. I
would give anything to take this pain away from her. He thought sadly. He
looks at you and lowly speaks, “Come on,” is all he says before pulling his
arms away from you to lift the duffle bag, with one hand, over his shoulder.
You stay there, too tired to fight it and watch as he lugs your heavy
bag over his shoulder effortlessly and comes back up to pull you to his other
shoulder, wrapping his free arm around your neck. You lean your head onto his
shoulder as you both slowly make your way back down the street.
You pass the place you used to call home and Daryl leads you up the
stairs, back onto his porch, where the whole thing had begun, at least for you.
He slowly opens the door to his house and walks you both into his living room,
where he throws your bag onto the floor, and leads you to the couch. You plop
down and begin to dry your eyes, a little embarrassed now at the scene you had
Daryl walks over to the living room window, that faced the place you
used to call home, and quickly drew the long, dark red curtains. You sigh a
little relieved you didn’t have to look into the house you used to call home.
The room darkens and Daryl uses his lighter to light small and big candles
alike, that were scattered around the living room. Suddenly, the glow of the
candlelight illuminated the space, making it feel more homey than you were used
to. You lay back into the couch and continue to steady your breathing, looking
at Daryl as he sits on the couch beside you, looking straight ahead, trying not
to be intrusive. He sits with his hands nervously wrapping around each other
and his one leg twitching. You also see him nervously biting his lip as he
stared straight ahead.
“I’m sorry I hit you.” You say quietly, looking at your own hands.
“That’s alright. I deserved it.” He said, still twitching.
“No, you didn’t. That anger wasn’t meant for you.” You say to him.
He turns to look at you, as he nervously bites his lip, “I’m sorry too.
I should have never told ya. At least not like that.” He said sincerely
apologetic for his slip up.
“I knew. I knew something was… off.” You admit, again playing
absentmindedly with your fingers as you spoke. “I just didn’t want to admit it
to myself. I didn’t want to lose him too.” You quietly say.
Daryl nods a little in understanding and looks down at his hands again.
A few minutes pass and neither of you speak, just sitting in each other’s
“You’re welcome to stay here.” Daryl says quietly, not looking at you.
You smile your first small smile since this afternoon, you reach over
and touch his arm lightly.
“Thanks.” You say, he tenses a little at your touch. You notice, but
shrug it off as Daryl being Daryl. You drop your hand back into your lap.
“Ugh. I can’t believe this.” You lean forward, running your hands
through your hair, stressed. You two are now shoulder to should on the couch.
You let your hands run up and down your face, rubbing your skin.
“I probably look like shit.” You say to yourself, trying to rub the
feeling of betrayal off you.
Daryl scoffs a little, “I don’t think that’s possible.” He says
quietly, rubbing his knuckles harder.
“Yeah, right.” You say self-deprecatingly, letting your hands rest over
your mouth as today’s memories run through your brain, over and over again.
“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He says, still not looking at you.
Your head snaps over to look at him, in response.
“What?” You ask, taken aback.
He nervously bites his lip some more before slowly turning his head to
meet your eyes, his eyes softly looking into yours, the candlelight flickering
“You’re beautiful.” He says again, softly, and matter-of-factly.
“You could have anyone you wanted. I just never knew why you wanted
him.” He says dropping his head sadly.
“When I found out, I wanted to tell you. But I didn’t know how to, I
didn’t want you to hurt… I shoulda told you…” He trailed off looking at the
closed curtains ahead of you two.
“I shoulda told you that I couldn’t stand you being with him… and that
I wanted to be with you…” He trails of nervously.
You watch the man in awe, his strong, muscular arms flexed onto his
knees, taking in his large, beautiful frame. You look at his sideways face,
taking in his nervous lips and worried eyes, as if he had said something
extremely dangerous. His leg twitched and he waited for a response. Daryl
expected anger or laughter, he had never been a hit with women, didn’t know how
to talk to them. What he got surprised him as you gently put your hand on his
twitching leg next to you. The leg froze in place and he again forced himself
to look into your eyes, confused this time.
You sat there looking at him, in shock. “I had no idea, Daryl….” You
trail off, not sure what to say.
“You don’t have to say anything, it’s okay…” He says dropping his head,
to look at the couch space in-between you two awkwardly.
“I know I’m not much… I just… thought you should know.” He forced the
words out of his mouth, immediately wishing he had stayed quiet.
You remain silent for a moment, before moving your other hand up to his
downward facing chin, before gently lifting it so that you can peer into his
You look at him softly, “I just didn’t know… You are amazing Daryl, you
are one of the best men here, hell you may even be the best man here. I just
had no idea.” You say, to reassure him.
He nods, looking down as he takes in your words, before looking back
into your eyes.
“I’m not good with the words.” He says sheepishly.
You smirk a little, “Really? I couldn’t tell.” You laugh a little,
making him smirk just a little.
“How long… How long have you felt this way?” You ask, still in shock
that this beautiful man would ever look at you that way.
“Awhile. Since before I found out… Maybe since the first time I saw
you.” He admitted, avoiding your gaze again.
Your face went flush, feeling embarrassed and excited all at once.
“Wow.” You say simply and remove your hands from him, to rub them on
your face again, concentrating on everything he had just revealed.
He clears his throat nervously a few minutes later and you realize you
still haven’t said anything.
“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He says, suddenly trying
to get up from the couch. You instinctually grab his knee before he has a
chance to get up and push down on it, hard. He looks at you and sits back down.
You slowly look back over at his terrified face, you take your other
hand and gently place it on the side of his right cheek, stroking it gently a
few times, and looking at him softly.
“No. I’m glad you did. I’m just… I’m just trying to wrap my head around
this all… that’s all. I never would have guessed that you would think of me
that way, of all the people you could
have…” You trail off, looking down and biting your lip.
“I’m glad you told me, Daryl. I think it is really sweet.” You say and
lean in to place an innocent kiss on his cheek, rubbing your thumb on his cheek
as you do. You slowly retract your lips and he stares at you with something
that looked a whole lot like love and admiration.
“I only want you. I can treat you better than he ever did…” Daryl
stares at you, feeling more brave after feeling your lips on his face.
You smile and pull his face back toward you, this time aiming for his
lips. You slowly pressed your lips on top of his, gently sucking his top lip
into yours, before sliding your tongue along his bottom lip. You feel him moan
a little and his lips part slightly. You look at him and he has his eyes
closed, in pure bliss.
You press your lips into his again, this time sliding your tongue into
his mouth slightly licking his tongue, you feel his tongue dart out at yours in
response, you go in again, swirling around his tongue as he does the same to
yours. He is a great kisser for someone
so shy. You thought to yourself and you swirled your tongues around each
other, more passionately with every pass. You suddenly felt electricity run
through your body, as your kisses deepened, something you had not felt for a
long time. You moan a little into him as you harshly suck on his tongue before
beginning to swirl around it again. He growls a little, causing vibration to
run through your mouth and all through your body. You felt yourself getting hot
and bothered, in the best way.
Daryl begins to take charge and puts both hands onto the sides of your
face as you continue to kiss each other passionately. His body begins to lean
into yours and your body slowly lies back on the couch in response. He adjusts
with you and suddenly you are lying on your back with your head on the arm rest
of the couch, you slowly try and begin to stretch your legs out to lay them
flush with the couch. He notices and stands up a little, never breaking his
lips away from yours. Once you have your legs in place, he positions on of his
knees on the inside of the couch, against the back of it and the other on the
other side of your legs, he is straddling you, but not touching, except for
your mouths as they devour each other.
He moans into you again as you swirl your tongues around each other,
sucking and licking faster and faster. He breaks his lips away from you and
uses one hand to slightly turn your head to the side, exposing your neck. You
bury your face into the side of the couch, with your eyes closed in ecstasy.
Daryl’s lips land softly on the side of your neck, slowly beginning to suck and
swirl his tongue up and down your skin.
“Mmmm.” You moan softly to yourself, loving the feeling of his tongue
on your body. He licks his way up to the spot behind your ear and sucking on it
lightly, before beginning to swirl his tongue faster and harder into your skin.
He takes your earlobe into his mouth, grazing his tongue across it, flicking it
from side to side.
“Oh God, Daryl!” You cry out and he smirks a little into your ear. He breathes
heavily into your ear and moves back down your neck, to your collarbone, he
harshly takes it in as the begin to writhe under him in response.
You grab his sides and tug on his vest a little, before moving your
hands underneath the open fabric and resting your hands on either side of him,
loving the feel of his bare skin on your fingertips. You begin to rub him up
and down, feverishly, as he sucks on your neck, moving from one side to the
other. You move your head in compliance, to allow his tongue to travel wherever
it wanted. It felt so damn good on your skin.
Your hands grow more anxious and you move them from his sides, up his
bare, muscular chest, and up to his shoulders, where they are forced to stop
because of the shoulders of his vest. You open your eyes and look up with a
whimper. You use your hands, under the shoulders of his vest and gently begin
to push it upward, pushing it over his shoulders and down his huge arms. He
slowly lifts one arm off the couch to allow you to pull the vest out of it,
followed by the other, never removing his lips for your body. You sigh in
relief as you throw the vest to the ground, caressing his bare, broad shoulders
and up and down his back.
He groans at your touch and breaks contact with you, raising his head
back up to look you in the eyes, he smiles and crashes his lips back onto
yours, you moan in pleasure at how hard he kissed you now. You passionately
respond, grabbing his face harshly, trying to pull him into your mouth even
You feel his body lower and press against yours, feeling how hard he
was as his cock rubbed slightly into the bottom of your stomach. You felt yourself
get wet the moment you felt his cock press against you. Your hand reaches down,
on its own accord, and slightly begins rubbing his dick, from outside his
“Fuck!” He breaks contact with your lips and cries out as your hand
rubs his cock, with just enough pressure to make him almost come undone right
there. You try to open your legs to him, which was futile as he had you pinned
on the small couch.
He noticed you trying to lift your legs to him and stares down at you
with low, lustful eyes.
He stands up, shirtless, his bare chest glowing in the candlelight. You
look up at him with a whimper of sadness, making him smirk and his eyes dance
“Come on.” He says, holding his hand out to you. You take it
breathlessly as he pulls you up off of the couch. He walks around the living
room, with your hand in his, blowing out candles as he does. He takes one of
the bigger candles that is still lit and hands it to you, he takes another that
is still lit, glancing around the room making sure he had blown out all of the
others. He holds the candle in one hand and your hand in the other. He strides
out of the living room, pulling you behind him. You hold onto his hand and
smile as he pulls you down the hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom, the
candlelight illuminating your path.
Once in his room, he shuts and locks the door, dropping your hand for a
moment and taking the candle that you held from you. He walks over to the right
side of his room where his bed is, along with a night side table on both sides.
He walks to one side of the bed and places one candle in the middle, walks over
to the other side and places the other candle on the opposite stand. He walks
over to the window facing the bed and draws the dark curtains into place,
completely covering the window.
He strides back over to you, who stands with your back against the
door, watching his gorgeous figure in the flickering light. You bite your lip a
little in anticipation, you had no idea how this happened, but you couldn’t
deny that you were so ready for him to be all over you again. Luke had never
made you feel half this good.
He wraps his arms around you, crashing his lips back into yours, and
slamming you into the door behind you. You moan out in pleasure. You feel his
arms move down your back, to your ass, as he grabs both cheeks with this big,
rough hands, and pulls you into him. His lips move back down to your neck as he
pulls your ass into him, suddenly he lifts you up and pulls you away from the
door. You wrap your legs around his waist in response. He moves his lips back
onto yours and you rest your hands on the sides of his hair, massaging his hair
as you shove your tongue around his over and over.
He keeps his hands on your ass, firmly massaging it, as he twirls you
both around and starts to walk you over to the bed. You feel yourself fall over
into the soft mattress, as his body pushes you both down. He presses his body
into you harder now, with his lips on yours. His hands begin to move from your
ass, to up your back, dipping his rough hands under the fabric of your shirt,
you lift your body into his in response. His hands roughly massage your lower
back before making their way up to your bra clasp, he opens his eyes while
still devouring your mouth, seeing you smile in reaction. You feel his thumbs
play with the tiny pieces of metal, as he finally unclips them and your bra
springs apart under your shirt. He gently massages your back where the clasp
used to be, and slowly begins to trace on of his hands from your back, to your
side, before venturing to the front of your stomach, slowly making their way up
and underneath your loosened bra. His finger traces the bottom of your left
breast ever so slightly a few times, causing goosebumps and your nipples to
You break contact with his mouth, shooting your head back, ”Touch me!”
You cry out and he obliges, roughly taking the breast into his big hand,
cupping and massaging it in a deep circular motion. You continue to cry out to
him, your body writhing up into his hand. You feel his hand begin to flick your
nipple in between his fingers and you cry out again, “Oh God, Yes!” Causing him
to growl like an animal into your mouth, looking at you with pure desire.
You feel his other hand come around your other side and dip under your
other bra cup and begin to massage your right breasts, flipping your nipples
around, and roughly massaging them over and over as you cried out for more.
He slowly moved both hands down your stomach, removing his hands from
you and breaking his kiss. You snap your head up to him, looking at him with
His eyes peered down at you, still lustfully, but you now see a hint of
concern in them. You stare at him awaiting whatever was next. He breathes
heavily over you and looks into your eyes, softly.
“I really want you, YN.” He says and you nod, trying to pull him back
into your lips, he uses his hand to push you back down again, softly. You look
into his eyes again, your whole body aching for every part of him.
“But, I don’t want you to do this just because you are upset. So if
that is all this is, then-“ Before he can finish his thought, you reach your
hand up and push the wild hair away from his eyes, looking into them seriously.
“That is not what this is, Daryl. I want you. I’ve never felt this good, ever! Please don’t stop.” You say,
lovingly looking into his eyes. He stares down at you, still a little unsure.
You arch up into him involuntarily, all the while staring at him with pleading
eyes. He nods and smiles down at you, you smile in response. He dips down
toward you again, crashing his lips onto yours again.
You smile into his lips and pull his shoulders toward you with all your
might, pulling him so close your teeth clink together with the sudden motion.
You moan and he chuckles at the sensation. You harshly swirl your tongue around
him over and over again, and his hands return to the bottom of your shirt. His
fingers trace your bare stomach underneath it a few times, and you feel his
hands begin to pull the fabric up, over your stomach, he breaks away from your
lips, sitting up, straddling you, and gently pulls up the fabric, all the while
his fingers tracing up your body. You lean up and help him by raising your arms
over your head, he slowly pulls the shirt off of you and throws it to the
ground. You pull your arms out of your bra straps and throw it to the floor,
mimicking his actions. You stare at him as he takes your naked breasts in, he
licks his lips and moans lowly as he slides his hips down a little and slowly
moves his chest up your core, to your stomach, where he lays on you, putting
pressure on all the right places, his stomach breathes into your pussy, which
you were pretty sure was soaked through and through already.
He breathes heavily into you as he slowly descends his mouth onto your
right breast, licking and swirling around it, using his other hand to massage
your left breast, flicking and twirling your nipple with his tongue on one side
and with his fingers on the other. Your legs open wider as your head shoots
back in pleasure.
“Yes! Oh God, Yes!” You cried out massaging his hair pushing his head
into your skin deeper, he slowly bites down on it and your cry out again,
arching your hips into him. He kisses his way across your sternum and reaches
the other breasts and begins to suck and swirl on that one, massaging your
other one with his other hand.
“Oh my god, Daryl, I am so wet. I need you!” You cry out, massaging his
hair and pulling it a little, from above.
He breaks his kiss from your skin and props up on both of his elbows,
his lips still inches from your skin. You look down at him pleading with your
eyes and he smirks a little, licking his lips. He turns his attention back to
your skin, kissing your breast a few more times roughly, before licking and
sucking his way down your stomach, across your belly button, until he is
sucking on the soft skin that is touching the waistline of your pants. He looks
up and sees your shaking your head back and forth in pleasure, eyes closed and
biting your lip. He smiles to himself, he loved the way he made you lose
control. He took his tongue, moving it over to the side of your hip, and slid
it down slightly underneath your pants, dragging it slowly from your hip,
across your stomach, to your other hip. He kissed and sucked the side of your
hip when he was done with the trek.
“Oh Fuck!” You moan in pleasure and the sensation of his tongue so
close to your core
He moves his fingers over to the middle of your waistline, and plays
with the button as you writhe underneath him in anticipation.
“Hold still.” He says in a low chuckle, kissing you under your belly
He breaks the button loose and slowly undoes your zipper. He sits back
up and scoots off the bed and pulls your legs down and closed. He pulls your
boots off, along with your socks, and then begins to tug at your pant legs,
ripping them off of you and throwing them behind him. He pushes both legs back
up, using your feet and pushes them apart again. He stares down in disbelief at
your white panties that are completely soaked and dripping wet.
“Fuck.” He says to himself and licks his lips. He kneels back onto the
bed, positioning himself between your inviting legs, and puts on leg on his
shoulder, he kisses and sucks his way down your leg, to your thigh, and over to
your pussy, he lightly sucks just above your clit, making you moan out in
failed anticipation. He crosses your core and begins to kiss and suck up your
other thigh, and down your other leg. He grabs both your legs by your ankles,
putting them both in this left hand and raising them straight into the air. His
right hands grazes down your right leg, softly, landing on your right ass
cheek. He grabs your ass a little over your panties and then roughly begins to
tug at the fabric. He pulls it free from your right ass cheek. You lift yourself
up with your hands, pushing your ass of the bed as he slides over and pulls the
fabric roughly off the other cheek, sliding them up and over both your legs and
ankles, throwing them behind him. He looks again at your ass and grabs it,
“Fuck, Yes!” You cry out at the sensation. He grabs it harshly again,
smacking it a little. You cry out again in response.
He smiles to himself before pulling your leg apart again, pulling one
back over his hand to rest on his shoulder again. You lower your ass back to
the bed, allowing him to part your legs.
He looks down at your wet pussy and growls like an animal, liking his
“I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby.” He says, not able to break
his eyes away from your pussy. He crashes his lips down onto your core, this
time aiming directly onto your clit, swirling and sucking gently at first,
before picking up his pace.
“Fuck. Daryl! Yes!” You cry out, reaching down to push his head harder
into you as he sucks on your clit feverishly. He moans at your reaction,
“Mmmm…” causing vibration through your pussy making your almost cum right
there. His lips escape your clit and begin to rapidly move up and down your
folds, at first teasingly, and then plunging into you wildly. His tongue
swirled and darted in and out of you, while you push his head into you, forcing
his tongue to fuck you as hard as it could. He moved back up to your clit and
began swirling around it again. You feel his hand graze down the backside of
your thigh, squeeze your ass again, before making its way to the inside of your
leg and to your pussy.
He shoves two fingers into you, hard. You arch up, pressing his head to
your clit harder. “Yes!” You cry out again to him, as he hits your clit just
right. He pumps into you over and over with his fingers as your hips arch up to
match his rhythm, only to be met with even more intense pressure from his mouth
on your clit, as you continue to push down on him. You arch up and down as he
pumps into you, he pushes three fingers inside of you and continues to thrust
them into your pussy.
“Oh my God, Yes! Right there! Just like that!” You cry out, pushing his
head so hard into you, you thought you may be hurting him, but it felt so good.
He pumps harder and harder, as you push his swirling tongue into you, he flicks
your clit and pumps his fingers in and out rougher and shorter. You feel him
flick your clit over and over, again and again and can’t take it anymore. You
press him into you a few more times, as he pumps his fingers into you, and cum
all over his fingers.
“Fuuuucckk…. Yessss!” You cry out as you climax, long and hard, still
pressing him into you as you hit your high.
You drop your hand, once your senses return. He removes his fingers and
lowers his tongue, sticking it inside your pussy, taking long deep strides up
it several times, lapping your cum into his mouth. You groan I pleasure, as
your legs playfully move from side to side, around his head. You bring your
hands up to your breasts and massage them a little, feeling the last bit of
your orgasm prolonged.
“Oh God, Daryl! That felt so damn good!” You cry out in happiness as he
laps the last of your cum up.
His lips retreat your pussy and he looks up at you playing with your
breasts, eyes closed.
“Mm!” He says aroused, placing a long hard kiss under your navel again,
smacking the side of your ass.
“Damn Y/N! You like that?” He asks and you look down at him playfully
nodding and biting your lip.
You slowly graze the leg that is over his shoulder, down to his back,
rubbing your heel up and down it suggestively. He looks at you with dark eyes
and groans a little.
“I want you… inside of me.” You say in a commanding voice, startling
even yourself. He smirks a little in surprise and smacks the side of your ass
again, grabbing it for a moment, before smiling up at you and scooting off the
bed. He stares into your eyes, never taking his off of yours as he stands up at
the foot of the bed. You watch as he quickly undoes his belt, snapping it a
little as he slaps it to the floor, fucking you with his eyes. He kicks off his
boots, pulls off his socks, and begins to unbutton his black denim jeans. You
see him unzip his pants and roughly tug at the fabric as it falls quickly to
the floor. As his pants fall his hard, glistening cock pops out and you moan to
yourself in pleasure, taking your breast in your hand again. Fuck. He was so big and so ready to fuck. You
thought as you saw his cock was wet around the tip already. You lick your lips
and stare at his hard cock. He notices and smirks down at you.
“Hey.” He said quickly, causing you to look up into his eyes again. “My
eyes are up here.” He said laughing a little before beginning to crawl up the
bed, toward you, his big, strong arms climbing up you, in between your legs, up
past your already aching pussy. He climbed up you until his arms were resting
on either side of your head, he slowly, pushed his body down onto you, looking
in your eyes, first his cock pressed against your leg, his hips grinding into
yours deeply, then his stomach on yours, followed by his chest pressing down
onto your breasts, he crashed his tongue into your mouth to devour it again.
He pulled you by the back of your hair slightly, to gain deeper access
into your mouth and your moaned into him, your tongues fighting for dominance.
He kissed you for a minute, pushing his hip into yours deep and long, you could
feel his cock throbbing on your leg, you could feel his juice run slightly down
your leg, after each thrust.
You break your kiss and pull his head back by his hair, staring at him.
“Please. I want you to fuck me!” You cry out and he smirks.
Suddenly, he kneels up reaches behind him grabbing your legs and
wrapping them around his waist, he quickly grabs his cock, moaning at his own
touch, he was so fucking turned on. And begins to bring his wet tip to your
pussy, slightly running it up and down against your folds a few times before
pushing himself into you with one long thrust. As does this the entire bed
moves up and slams against the wall, your bodies following the motion. He
groans and thrusts heavily again, noticing that every time he does this your
breasts jump up and down with the motion. He thrusts into you again, long and
hard, the bed bumping again.
“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” You cry out in pleasure.
He thrusts into you again and begins to slowly pick up his pace,
watching was your breasts bounce up and down and the bed bouncing against the
“Fuck!” He says to himself as he watches himself fuck you.
You writhe up into him, slamming your hips against him, trying to find
his rhythm. He grabs your ass on both sides and guides you along with him,
slamming into your harder and harder, finding a rhythm that you both enjoyed.
You slammed into him and he slammed down at the same time, putting more pressure on your clit with every deep
“Faster, Baby!” You cry out and he complies, thrusting faster into you,
guiding your hips along with his. You can hear the head board slam into the
wall over and over, faster and faster, as he thrusts into your harshly, you
feel him pick up his pace and grab your hips harder as he licks his lips and pumps
into you more and more, hitting your clit hard with every thrust.
“Yes! Right there! Harder baby!” He sees that you are so close to
cumming, to he cuts loose and just starts fucking the shit out of you, the
hardest you have ever been fucked. He pounds into you, hitting your clit harder
and harder and filling your deeper and deeper, as he speeds his pace up. The
bed sounds like it is going to break.
“Oh fuck, baby! I’m going to come.” You hear him say as he fucks you
fast and hard.
He pumps into you short and hard a few more times and you feel yourself
“Oh…My… God!!! Fuck! Oh Yes!” You cry out, grinding your hips deeply
into his as you climax so hard, you grind up into him putting as much pressure
on your clit with his hip as you can, cumming for what seemed like minutes. “Yes!!”
You scream out.
“Fuck!” He cries out feeling you cum, he thrusts shorter and faster
over and over into you, slamming into you the hardest he has yet, and you feel
him explode inside of you.
“Fuck! Yeah!!” He cries out as he cums inside of you, thrusting a few
more times to get all the pleasure he can out of you. You moan in pleasure as
you feel him pump into you harshly as he cums and rides his climax out. You
reach down and massage your clit, doing the same. Both of you moan out at each
other and the bed continues to squeak.
He thrusts into you shortly a few more times, “Damn, Girl…” He growls
as he exists you and falls exhaustedly onto your body, resting his head on the side
of your neck, you move your head to allow him to do so. You are both sticky
with sweat and your hearts are pounding with adrenaline. You stroke his back
with your fingertip, feeling nothing but blissful pleasure. He lifts his head
up to slowly kiss your neck once more before snuggling into it again, trying to
regain his breath.
You couldn’t believe the amount of pleasure you had just felt, you had
never experienced anything like it before. You sigh happily and kiss him on the
top of his head slowly.
Once his heart beat steadied, he looks into your eyes, slightly tracing
your arm with his fingertips, causing goosebumps again. “You are amazing, Y/N.
If you want me to, I’ll treat you like that every day of your life.” He said,
smiling contently at you.
You look down at him happily and grin. “I definitely want you… and only
you to.” You say and he brings his mouth up to kiss you passionately once more,
pulling you deeply into his mouth. You moan at the feeling of him, at
everything about him.
He lets you go and rolls over onto his back beside you on the bed,
outstretching his arm to you. You smile and turn over to lay on his shoulder,
wrapping one of your arms over his chest, and one of your legs over his thigh. He
tugs a blanket that was haphazardly push to the side, beside you and pulls on
it, lifting it over the two of you. He sighs happily at the feel of you laying
there next to him.
“I’ve wanted you for so long Y/N, I’m not ever going to let anything
bad happen to you again.” He says softly.
You smile and kiss his chest softly, before laying your head back down
onto him. You fell asleep smiling that night. And every night after that…
Being Tom Holland’s girlfriend wasn’t an easy task, but someone had to do it, right?. Being away from him sucked at the beginning, but ever since last year you had started coming to the recording sets along with him and Harrison, so everything worked great for you guys.
Tom loved having his girlfriend next to him everyday, not worrying about distance ruining their relationship, and the fans and press loved you! Even his castmates, whom Y/n had developed a great friendship with.
Following Tom around his crazy schedule had many negatives, such as being sleep deprived all the time, but it also had it’s perks. You got to tag alone as to many of the press events and conventions, such as today’s D23 expo.
You had come with Tom to the reveal of the Infinity War trailer and people had loved it! All the fans had gone absolutely nuts when they saw it, and wanted to know even more about the upcoming movie.
Right now all the cast was being interviewed in pairs about the movie and their characters. You stepped away, trying to give Tom some space and deciding to gander around.
That was until you heard Tom’s name being called, followed by a series of laughs. As you turned around you realised it was Anthony and Seb, chatting with some interviewer.
“Hey Y/n come here!” Anthony called out for you as he turned around to the girl interviewing them “She will tell you how awful he is, after all; she has to deal with him on a daily basis. Can you imagine that?”
You laughed as you approached them, realising what this was about. They were, once again, roasting your boyfriend’s ass with the press.
It all started a couple.months back, when Anthony called Tom a little asshole, and his beef towards him had only increased ever since, dragging Seb along the way. It was pretty hilarious if they asked you.
“Y/n Seriously, how you do it? How can you stand him all day?”
“Well, why do you think I’m not with him right now? A girl needs her breaks”
The two actors laughed with you, deciding to have some more fun at Tom’s expense.
“Was he annoying you? Have you given him his juice box yet?” Seb asked, looking genuinely concerned, but still using his teasing voice.
“I’m not his nanny! If he wants a juice box he can get it on his own!” You said, trying to look serious and offended before continuing. “Besides that’s Harrison’s job”
This time Anthony, Seb and even the interviewer bursted out laughing at the mention of Tom’s “assistant”.
The interviewer decided to play along with your little teasing toward Tom, joining in the conversation.
“Y/n, you’ve been dating Tom for some time now; how you keep up with his little attitude problem and all the special requests he has?”
“Let me tell you it’s not an easy task, but honestly that why I keep Harrison around, he can keep track of his needs while I enjoy the benefits”
“So that’s it Y/n? You just going to let his best friend take care of his needs?”
“Well, not all his needs if you catch my drift, but any other stuff he can take care off.”
Anthony interrupted the conversation, trying to sound sarcastic about your last comment. He tried looking surprised as he raised both of his eyebrows and stared at the interviewers camera.
“I guess Spider-Boy is a real man now”
“He is, Anthony, but he still acts like a little boy”
“The weirdest thing is” Seb continued, as everyone’s attention focused back at him. “He has this weird personality swings! You can be with Tom the little boy sipping on his juice box, and next thing you know you’re with Thomas the old man who likes his tea without sugar!”
You laughed along saying. “He looks 15, acts like he is 8, but is secretly 64”
You were about to step out of the interview, but Anthony wasn’t done roasting Tom.
“Wait, he likes tea without Sugar?! as if this kid could be any more problematic!”
“Tell me about it” You said as you rolled your eyes, pretending to be annoyed. “ He is a big problem when cooking dinner. He has this weird diet going on and can only have certain stuff”
Seb laughed as he hugged you from besides while he said. “That’s kid is just a huge problem”
The interviewer had noticed how close you seemed to be with the cast, and decided to comment on it.
“I can feel like there is some strong friendship here! How did that happen?”
Anthony decided to answer on the question as he hugged you from the other side, making you look tiny between them both.
“Well, at first when she arrived to the sets we thought she was going to be a huge diva like her boyfriend, however when we finally talked to her she seemed like a pretty chill girl, right Seb?”
“Yeah, after we hanged out the three of us we decided to keep this kiddo around” He said as he ruffled your hair, with a friendly smile.
“Is that so Y/n?” said the interviewer, trying to get as much info as she could.
“Well, also our hatred for Tom brought us even closer.”
“Well, there you have it folks! An inside on what is working and living with Spiderman:Homecoming Star Tom Holland, by not other than Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Tom’s lovely girlfriend Y/n Y/ln.”
The interview finally ended, as the interviewer went back to her job and you were left with both boys. You kept on talking about random stuff until you noticed Tom approaching you.
“Oh no! The diva is back!”
Anthony laughed as Tom made a funny face at him, while grabbing your hand. You gave Tom a quick peck before you were interrupted again.
“Hey Thomas, you’ll never believe the great interview we just had! And Y/n joined us! But I guess you’ll just have to wait until later to see it”
Anthony had a devilish grin in his face as he stared at both of them. Seb was trying not to burst out laughing as he looked at Tom. The boy looked at the girl with a questioning and confused look, wondering what that was all about, however dropping it as they were called for pictures with the cast.
“Go Tom, I’ll wait for you over there alright?”
“You’re not getting away without telling me alright?”
Finally Tom turned around and went to join the whole cast for more pictures and interviews.
The rest of the day went by rapidly until it was the end of the day and you went back to the hotel with Tom.You got into your room, hoping to get a good night of sleep, however Tom was not letting things go by.
“Hey babe, what was that interview about?”
“Ummm? What interview?”
“The one Anthony just send me through twitter? The one he mentioned you joined”
You got a little preoccupied at the thought of Tom watching it. Sure, it had all been jokes, but you didn’t want him to get angry or fight about that stupid thing.
“We were just kidding Tom- You know Anthony, he started his beef and I- I might have joined them” You kept playing with your hair and glancing down, getting a little nervous at his reaction.
Tom noticed your behaviour as he seated down, holding you from behind. “I won’t get mad love, I know you were kidding.”
You let out a breath you didn’t knew you were holding before turning around and kissing him, before he pulled back and asked. “Well, can I see the interview?”
You sighed as you let out a nod and Tom pressed on the link. The title read “Anthony Mackie, Sebastian Stan and Y/n Y/ln trash talk new Marvel Star??. Honestly these sites did anything to get a couple of views.
The interview came up showing the beginning without you, until you finally joined and continued. You watched as Tom laughed at some of the comments, and made some faces at others. It was kind of cute actually.
He finally turned to face you as he raised his left eyebrow at you. Great, you could feel a comment coming your way
“Sooo, I’m a big problem uhh?”
He got close to your face, almost brushing his lips next to yours. His eyes had gotten dark and was staring at you with a hungry look as he moved his hands to your legs, gently stroking them. You decided to tease him a little bit as you looked innocently at him, grabbing him by his neck.
“You can be very problematic”
“I’ll show you how problematic I can really be”
Tom finally closed his eyes and kissed you hard, as he pressed you against the couch. He grabbed your legs and lifted you with him, taking you to the bed and dropping you in it, as he got above yo and removed his shirt, kissing you once again.
Yep. Being Tom Holland’s girlfriend wasn’t easy, but hey, someone had to do it.
“Alright, class,” The teacher spoke up,
grabbing everyone’s attention. “Hence today is Valentine’s Day, I thought I’d
give you all a short, small quiz!”
The announcement was met with a collective
“It’s not that kind of quiz.” The teacher
began handing out papers, a smile on their face. “It’s about love and even
though it won’t get graded, try to answer the question seriously, don’t joke
Lance: what did you want to tell me?
Allura: *looks uncomfortable* This isn’t easy to say but I have to do what’s best for the team.
Lance: I trust you Allura, do what you gotta do.
Allura: Matt will be taking your place as blue paladin from now on. He is resourceful and incredibly intelligent. He will be a great asset to Voltron. While you were…
Lance: just a stand in until someone better showed up… yeah I understand. After all I’m just a seventh wheel.
Summary: You’ve been eighteen years old for ten years when Jungkook first moves in. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Angst; Roommate/Soulmate AU (In which you stop aging when you turn 18 until you meet your soulmate) Word Count: 9,494
The next morning, you show up to work very early and very unannounced. Namjoon raises an eyebrow at your presence, having not expected you until later in the afternoon, but he must see a look in your eyes that you cannot figure out yourself, because he doesn’t speak about it. He simply lets you work, pretending as if the stress and anxiety isn’t threatening to eat you out alive as you shuffle back and forth across the floor.
You appreciate this, and are glad that Namjoon is selecting not to comment on your behavior, while it might be off-putting and slightly abnormal, it helps you stay distracted. In truth, leaving early for work had been a very conscious decision on your part, since it wasn’t necessarily putting a damper on your sleep schedule—you had only managed about an hour of proper before spending the rest of the evening just shifting about in your bed or pacing around the room.
Jungkook had still been sleeping around the 7:00 hour, which was perfectly fine with you. The conversation from the previous night plagues your mind if you let yourself stand still for too long, and you worry that if you were to look the boy in the eye right now while the feelings are still fresh, he would figure out what was on your mind immediately. You try to convince yourself that Jungkook doesn’t remember the conversation, that those things have just turned into faded and blurry specs in his memory, which helps in your distraction. It helps lessen your apprehension. With the potential of Jungkook pulling up a blank on his conversation with you, it leaves you believing that the simple factor of time was what you needed. It would give Jungkook the space to sleep off his hangover, as it would give you the space to sort through your own emotions and to train yourself into pretending that last night simply had not happened.
According to Hoseok, it’s not a very good plan. And he’s right. Your plans usually always have a way of coming back to bite you back on the ass. But you’re stubborn and afraid; the combination more than enough to control you into believing that this would be the best response to the situation.
Request ➸ Can you make a fluff with Jungkook when you go to bed after a long day at school and you’re really tired but he tries to wake you up and you’re really pouty and ask why and he says that you need to take your makeup off cause it’s bad from your skin but you’re too lazy to so he does it for you EXTRA FLUFFY PLEASE
Word count ➸ 2k
You woke up to the sound of your loud alarm clock, you never being gladder to hear the ringing for the first time. In the midst of your nightmare, Jimin successfully captured your boyfriend, Jungkook, heart with a simple air kiss. As much as you loved hanging out with him and the rest of his friends but at times, Jimin seemed more like a rival than a close friend.
You shivered, getting out of bed and quickly getting into the shower. The hot water tingled against your skin, washing away grogginess along with the odd feeling of jealousy that lingered due to your dream. You hoped that you wouldn’t accidentally snap at Jimin the next time you saw him.
Dressing into a bomber jacket, one of Jungkook’s old white shirts and high-waist jeans, you lazily tied your hair back because the spark that caused you to dress up died as soon as you saw your hair. It momentarily returned as you did your makeup, although going for a more natural look since you were short on time. You gave yourself a once-over in the mirror that hung on your door before going into the kitchen. You settled for a pear, the juicy green fruit deserved more love than the typical apple. Tossing the core into the trash, you grabbed your bag from the floor where you left it yesterday and noticed one of Jungkook’s socks behind it.
You sighed, the lone sock triggering the memory of when Jungkook asked you to live with him. It was probably three months after you two started dating and after a handful of times when his friends had walked in on the two of you. He was so abrupt about it, you jokingly agreeing to it at first until he showed up to your old apartment with a bunch of classified ads and a red marker. Of course, having a place to yourselves meant no interruptions but getting to know each other in the same house had its cons. Especially since Jungkook liked to eat your leftovers when you specifically tell him not to, or the fact whenever he offered to help you with the grocery, he loved to place your favourite snacks on the top shelf of your cupboard like the evil giant he is. Not to mention his habit of losing socks that turn up after weeks of being missing.
You dryly laughed to yourself, remembering that your boyfriend was currently on a trip for the next few days for his portfolio. That boy loved his camera as much as he loved you, although he couldn’t answer whether he would save his camera or you in a fire without hesitation.
This wasn’t the time to think about Jungkook, you told yourself and picked up your bag. You placed the sock on the coffee table and left the apartment. You caught the bus, rushing up the back of the bus before the driver sped down the streets. You watched the passing cars and bikes, the fall leaves adding colour to the grey asphalt of the road. The familiar scenery of your campus came into view and you got off the bus, walking down the path. People on their bikes pass you, stopping at the bike racks up ahead and you reached the corner where your best friend, Sol-ji usually popped up.
“Boo!” Just as you predicted, she came from behind you to cover your eyes and you smiled at her failed attempt to scare you.
“Halloween ended two weeks ago.”
“I meant that as an endearment.”
“Explain covering my eyes.”
“A magician never reveals all her tricks.”
“Sol-ji, you literally walked up behind me. The only magic here is how you managed to trick yourself into blatant fibbing.” You two walked up the steps into the hall, seeing people sitting in lounge chairs and others rushing up the stairs to whatever class they’re about to be late for.
“You’re so mean, Y/N~ Did Jimin say he was going to steal Jungkook away again?”
“Only in my nightmare, yes. Sorry for my outburst, I feel strange today.”
“Oh, you miss him that much.”
“I miss not having to climb the counter to grab the peanut butter and my snacks or not waiting for the bathroom in the morning? I think not.”
“The amount of denial you’re having is astounding.” You rolled your eyes, focusing on walking up the stairs as Sol-ji continued to talk to you. She was bashing her roommate, as usual, talking about how she had come home to the floor covered with pictures of cats. Somehow, her roommate hadn’t noticed that her camera was connected to the printer and she had unknowingly printed 50 Polaroid photos of her cashmere cat.
“I’m honestly questioning why I said I was okay with pets on that survey.”
“You were just being an honest person.”
“How did the system think that I and she were 85 percent compatible when she is, 100 percent accuracy, the worst roommate I ever had.”
“Just ask for a change.”
“But she makes the best cookies,” you rolled your eyes, was she seriously going to let her sweet tooth be a deal breaker, “and I might be over-exaggerating.”
“I noticed.” She elbowed your side as you laughed while you two entered the classroom. A few people were early as well and you two sat in the middle rows. You two readied yourselves for class anyways, Sol-ji pouting as she did so.
“Meanie.” You were about to reply but a soft tap on your shoulder made you turn your head to the owner of the finger.
“Oh, Himchan.” Himchan was the secretary of the student union which you were the vice president
“I’m just reminding you about today’s emergency meeting at 2.”
“What happened?” You took out your water bottle, taking a sip as Himchan nervously scratched his head.
“Mi-woo’s sick.” You choked on a sip, you quickly coughing to recover. Minwoo, the president, hasn’t missed a meeting since she became a member and usually filled you in on what happened because you were typically late to meetings because of a certain someone.
“Are you alright?”
“It’s fine, how did she get sick? “The annual cook-off, someone had the flu and everyone there got sick. I’m glad I hate cold cucumber soup.”
“You can’t be late to the meeting this time, alright?”
“Okay.” You slumped in your seat as Himchan left the classroom, your professor entering at that moment.
“Look on the bright side, at least the meetings are just an hour long.” It was as if the universe heard Sol-ji’s words at that very moment and decided that today was the day it should mess with you.
You were on time because one of the other members spotted you and walked with you to the meeting room. It was going smoothly; the group was listening to you and you could see yourself wrapping up the meeting early until Himchan started discussing the holiday event for December and all hell broke loose. It was a shouting match and members shoving ideas at you as they angrily argued which idea was best for the student body. Mi-woo, you lucky wrench, you managed to avoid this. You ended the meeting about 30 minutes late, but your day wasn’t over yet.
One of the fine arts students that knew you through Jungkook needed a replacement model for her art piece and she had the largest puppy eyes (after Jungkook, of course. That boy gives you that look intentionally and unintentionally). You forced a smile as you agreed, and she happily dragged you into an art studio where she spent three hours to paint you, which didn’t look much like you but you didn’t have the heart to tell the girl. It was about 6 when you went out to the bus stop, waiting almost an hour for the bus and you missed your bed more as the bus ride went on.
You took the elevator up, going straight into your apartment and walking straight into the bedroom. You heard water running, your tired mind playing tricks on you as your head hit the pillow and you cuddled up to the sheets.
“Babe?” You were questioning your sanity when you thought you heard Jungkook’s voice and only made you want to sleep sooner.
“Babe, wake up.”
“Why does the universe hate me so much-” You sat up to see Jungkook sitting next to you and your faces were close enough that your nose brushed against his.
“Have I lost my mind?” He laughed, you blinked in response. Jungkook is here, alive and well while you were ready to pass out. Typical.
“Did you miss me that much?”
“It really is you, the same annoying Jungkook.”
“I thought you would be happier to see me.”
“And I thought I would be able to get some sleep.”
“I guess I could remove the towel to make things easier-”
“That’s not what I meant, horndog.”
“Okay, you’re cranky.”
“I had a long ass day and I just was some R&R.”
“You could at least change and take off your makeup.”
“I don’t really care, Jungkook.” You let your head fall back onto your pillow, Jungkook poking the back of your neck.
“That’s not good for your skin, baby.”
“I’m tired, Jungkook.” You heard him tsk at you, taking the sound as a sign of victory as he got up and walked somewhere else. You were barely entering the sleep cycle when you felt him yank the sheets off you and you snapped your eyes open and looked up at him.
“Rise and shine, sweetheart.”
“One day, I’m going to find out your weakness and kill you.”
“Did you eat a lot of sugar because it’s starting to melt into your personality.”
“You’re probably the meanest girlfriend on Earth.”
“I would be a lot nicer to you if you weren’t robbing me of my precious sleep time.”
“Can you at least sit up for me?” You sat up, cross-legged, for him regardless of your sharp tone with him and he pulled the makeup wipes off the nightstand. He sat in front of you
“Shut your eyes for me.” You did so, feeling the cold wipe run across your eyelids one by one and gently over your eyelashes. He ran a clean side of the wipe across your cheeks and lips before stopping.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“The prettiest girl that ever lived.”
“Why~ Your cheeks are burning, aren’t they?”
“Shut up!” He placed his hands on either side of your cheeks, verifying the heat in your cheeks as you tried to push him away.
“Your cheeks are going to leave a burn on my hands. You’re so cute when you’re embarrassed.”
“So that makes the two of us, two peas in a pod.”
“To think I missed you even in the slightest.”
“So you did miss me, huh?”
“Shut-” He cut you off, swallowing the syllables with his lips as he kissed you. Your hands grabbed handfuls of his shirt as one of his hands slipped to your side. He pulled away, you look away and Jungkook poked your cheek repeatedly.
“Should’ve known since you’re wearing my shirt anyways.” He pulled you into his lap, your arms resting on his shoulders and your hands playing with the ends of his obsidian hair.
“Why can’t you be cute and silent?”
“Because my sexy voice shouldn’t go to waste.”
“I can’t believe you just said that.”
“It’s true.” You sighed, how did you manage to find a guy like him? You placed your hand on his cheek, slowly caressing it with your thumb running across the smooth skin.
“I missed you so much, Y/N.” He pressed his lips again yours once again, his movements much more languid and gentle as his body molded into yours. He kissed away the tiredness of a long day, his touch awakened you and his presence made you feel whole.
Imagine Loki seeing you while Thor is smuggling him out of Asgard to get to Svartalfheim.
Warnings: None except for some slight fluff? I don’t really know, to be honest.
Word Count: 1,169
Loki pranced alongside Thor, in the form of his adoptive brother’s new companion, Captain America.
“Oh, this is much better,” Loki mused. “Oh, the costume is a bit much. So tight.” Thor ignored Loki’s antics as he quickly led the way through the corridor, keeping a watch out for any guards. “But the confidence. I can feel the righteousness surging.”
From the end of the corridor, you were approaching the corner. Your boots clicked on the stone floors and echoed off of the walls.
“Hey, do you want to have a rousing discussion about truth?” Loki spoke up again, disregarding the threat for guards. “Honor? Patriotism? God bless Amer-” Loki was suddenly cut off as Thor placed a mighty hand on Loki’s chest and mouth, silencing Loki and forcing him against the wall, causing him to revert back to his normal form.
Annoyed, Loki pushed Thor’s hand off of his face.
“What?” He whispered, looking up at Thor as the blonde stared past him. Loki turned to see what Thor saw, only to see you searching around for the hushed voices you heard. Thor glanced down at his brother, noticing the longing look Loki sent your way.
“We mustn’t be seen,” Thor whispered, grasping onto Loki’s arm as he was about to walk over to you.
“You mean to say she’s not a part of any of this?” Loki replied, slightly disappointed. In all the time that he had returned from Midgard with Thor, you had not come to visit him once.
“She had thought you were dead, as did the rest of us. To hear that you were alive and didn’t come back..” Thor trailed off as Loki turned back to him. “When you had returned, it was not fair for her that she would have seen you again under such conditions.”
Loki and yourself had met as children. When Thor had befriended Sif and the Warriors Three, Loki had been left all alone, until you showed up to him. Growing up together and being alongside one another, it was your sole duty to protect Loki, as a favor to Frigga and Odin, but it soon grew to be much more than that. For both of you. When Loki had gone against the House of Odin and banished Thor, it broke your heart to go behind Loki’s back and venture to Midgard to retrieve Thor. You had felt even worse at the news of Loki’s death, and only to hear months later that he had survived and had tried to take over another realm. Your heart couldn’t take it.
“Come on. We have to go,” Thor reminded Loki, grabbing onto his thinner bicep, only for Loki to grab back onto Thor to stop him.
“Please let me go to her.,” Loki begged quietly, finding it difficult to look Thor in the eyes and show his sincerity. “Just for a moment.” Thor furrowed his eyebrows in thought.
You turned to walk away, back down the hallway in which you came from, only to be stopped b someone calling your name.
“Lady (Y/N)!” Your head snapped around and you noticed Thor striding up to you, his chest puffed out and his arms swinging past his hips. He was grinning at you and you felt your face twist into a confused expression.
“What can I do for you, Your Majesty?” You asked in the most courteous of ways. Thos let out a loud and obnoxious laugh as he batted his hand at you.
“No worries, my dear, I don’t acquire anything from you,” he assured in his deep, accented voice. ‘My dear’.
“Then to what do I owe this gracious pleasure?” Thor’s relaxed and casual expression softened as he looked at you.
“Just wanted to see you,” he confessed a little above a whisper. “And to see how you were doing, of course. What with my mother’s death.” You ignored his concerns toward you.
“How did he take the news? Loki?” At the mention of Loki’s name, Thor stiffened.
“Oh, him? Yeah, he’s fine. Nothing to worry about for that guy,” Thor brushed off, nonchalantly.
“When were you going to tell me you were sneaking him out of here?” You asked him, only to be responded to with a hanging jaw and open mouth. “Sif told me.”
“I’m sure I meant to tell you.” You only laughed and reached out to Thor’s face, gently brushing his cheek with the back of your fingers. He flinched and retracted away from your touch. You smiled softly at him.
“You know, you don’t have to cover for your brother, Loki.” Thor’s eyes widened but then narrowed with his jaw clenching. With a green shimmer of light, Loki replaced where Thor once stood.
Loki opened his mouth to say something but was quickly stopped when you punched him in the chin. You watched as he recomposed himself, stretching out his jaw and massaging his chin.
“Alright, I deserved that-” You threw your arms around the back of his neck and pulled his taller figure down to you, hugging him close. It took Loki a minute to realize what you were doing and he finally wrapped his arms around you to hug you back.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you muttered into his shoulder, bitterly, narrowing your eyes. You pulled away from him, but his arms around you kept you close.
“I thought you were angry with me,” Loki spoke carefully.
“Oh, I am,” you clarified. “But, right now, all I’m thinking about is that you have to leave again.”
“I’ll come back. For you.” Loki looked you in the eyes, urging you to trust that he would. You put your hands on the sides of his face, comprehending that he wasn’t just another illusion.
“You better.” You leaned forwards while bringing his face down, and lightly kissed the very corner of his lips, earning a little chuckle from Loki.
“You missed, darling,” he said with a grin. Behind him, you noticed the real Thor, waiting patiently for Loki to finish.
“Teach me a lesson for that when you get back. For now, however, your brother is waiting for you.” Loki looked hesitant to leave you at first.
“To when I return,” he promised you, turning around and taking his leave after Thor. You watched as their figures turned around another corner and disappeared, with Loki glancing back one more time to see you.
You stood in that same spot for a few moments, taking in what had just happened. The thought of Loki crossed your mind and you couldn’t help but smile softly, staring dreamily at the corner where they had turned.