will never get over this damn scene

anonymous asked:

Hi I know this has nothing to do with anything but remember westallen's second proposal? remember how gentle that entire scene was? then when Barry held Iris' cheek then held he chin for a second and she looked so damn in love with him... I will never get over that

That scene was so soft and pure I still cry. 😭


Does anyone just…lay in their bed thinking of how fucking beautiful of a clip Inshallah was?

Like this,

was encapsulated into one,





Ps, sorry if I made your angst worse lol.
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Logan Howlett x Reader, angsty fluff. 

“Breath, you idiot.” Logan muttered as he cradled your body in his arms. “Come on, kid.”

Your eyes remained closed, arms limped at your side. Logan’s heart raced and he cursed under his breath just as the Blackbird appeared from the sky, landing down a few yards away.

“About damn time,” Logan stood up with you in his arms and raced toward the aircraft. He was supposed to protect you, but he had turned his back and you were hit in the chest. The bleeding hadn’t stopped and a sinking feeling came over the man. It was stupid, he had promised himself never to get close to another person again. But then you walked right into the mansion, all attitude and grace, knocked him on his ass once while dueling and he felt himself slip. After so many years, he had let you in. And now you were dying in his arms and there was nothing he could do, except hope and shit he didn’t have much of that left in him.

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Forever And Almost Always - Part 1

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 2 (removed, on hiatus) -  Series Playlist

Summary: Series: Bucky is the ex you keep going back to, but what happens when one of you is interested in more than just the rebound? Chapter: You run into your ex and the pull is instant and all too familiar.

Warnings: swearing, implied smut (nothing explicit included)

Word Count: 1313

Author’s Note: Ok! Here we go! I’m kind of excited about this series. It’s been in my head for months, but trapped there through all the craziness in my life right now, but I think I’m well enough ahead to start posting. Fingers crossed I don’t get behind. :)

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

Leaning forward, arching over the sleek glass bar top and spinning the credit card in your fingers, you waited impatiently for your drinks. You were more than ready for another. Another 3, if you were honest. These kinds of parties were never your scene. At first they were exciting, sure, but pretty soon they all started to look the same and you started to feel the same restless boredom tugging at the corner of every conversation, every polished smile.

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No matter how many times I watch it, this face always breaks my heart.

Look how fucking vulnerable he is. She’s just told him she’s avoiding him and his face looks so hurt and unable to comprehend. “Why, Swan? What did I do? We were fine last night. What happened?” and there’s half of him that’s probably. “This is it. This is where she tells me i’m not good enough. I knew it was too good to be true.”

His ‘scared little boy eyes’ wide open, his wifi brow at maximum angst signal.

But then I also fucking hurt for this bit right after.

Cos those defences are straight up and he’s all shielding himself. 

Mouth firmly shut, eyes are duller, Wifi signal gone- Emma’s not allowed the password for his feelings anymore.

But it’s what he says and the way he schools himself that kills me. “There’s more to this than just Regina, isn’t there?”

He fucking knows she’s lying but i always wonder just what he thinks she’s truly avoiding him for?

Does he think she regrets it? Is it because of what he is? Is it because her parents don’t approve of him? 

I swear it’s like you can see all those insecurities swimming around in his head and he’s just confronting her there and then, wanting to hear from her mouth just which one is it that’s making her run from him. Because i’m sure in his mind it’s one of them and it’s best to get this over with now rather than have to go another week of Emma politely brushing him off or avoiding him at every cost. 

His expressions in this scene just really destroy me every damn time and i’ll never be over talking about them.


Some might argue that the best scene was the fight against the Red Tornado.

I think the best scene comes after the Black Mercy.  Anger is a powerful emotion, but that thousand yard stare we get when Kara wakes up is heartbreaking.

What makes the scene so powerful isn’t the fact that Kara has to relive losing Krypton for a 2nd time, it’s the fact that she has to choose.  The choice between two loving families is absolutely killing her inside.

I’d gladly conquer any emotion, but loss?  Loss is something that you never truly get over in my opinion.  Anger can subside over time, but pain… sadness… on the level that Kara has endured is something that will never go away.

And god bless Melissa.  She’s excellent at playing the awkward geek, but hot damn she can fucking act.

TL;DR  The scene after the Black Mercy releases Kara is the best scene of the show, not the Red Tornado fight cuz she has to choose which family she will never see again. Anger is a shitty emotion, but loss is worse.  Oh and Melissa can fucking act.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Silly question but lately I've been a bit confused by who this Julian Dahl person is, I know you literally know everything about Skam so I wanted to ask you, am I missing out on something lol

Hahaha. I’m flattered. 

Julian Dahl is the longest running inside joke in Skam lol. 


  • Isak and Jonas used to post a lot on insta and this guy ‘Julian Dahl’ would just reply under Isak’s posts like he knew them. 
  • Mari Magnus obviously replied to his comments as Isak or Jonas. And not only that but they decided to talk about on the show as well which brings us to Season 1 episode 4 and this scene lol.

“Who’s Julian Dahl on Insta?”. “I don’t know”. “He stalks me.” lol 


I don’t think we got a Julian Dahl mention, but correct me if I’m wrong.


  • When Isak checks the Kosegruppa list, Julian Dahl is there, the bottom right haha. He really stalks him huh.
  • When the hiatus teaser dropped at 3AM, people were losing their damn minds over who’s Isak getting it on (never doubted it was Even fkjdkjdf). There were many theories, from P-chris, to Emma, to Eskild (I KNOW WHAT??). But some also thought it was Julian Dahl. HAHAHAHA (this screencap is useless I just really like it kjfdjfd)

  • When Isak posted this on insta, Julian Dahl was like “how did you get to 200.000 followers” HAHAHAHA. This guy literally followed him when he had 40 followers. (I love Vilde’s comment kfjdkdf. It’s like aw you guys are cute, but DID YOU PICK UP THE CHRISTMAS TREE)
  • At this point, we all tried following Julian Dahl’s insta but it was locked. It was revealed that his account was created LONG BEFORE Skam started. So there are theories ahahaha. Either this is a really chill dude who really likes Skam  or Julie is behind it and planned it a long time ago. 


  • Julian Dahl is back at it again hahaha, this time creating drama with the PepsiMax girls.

And that’s it. Julian Dahl, true king of Skam. hahaha.


Opening Sequence - Trainspotting

Still one of the best opening scenes ever made.

It’s about being in your 20s, coping with nihilism, disgust with society and, eh, life, in general.

But Renton was wrong. He accepts this by the end. 

But you understand exactly why he was so unhappy in the first place. The casual, indifferent laugh McGregor gives when he damn near gets run over is incredibly powerful.  He was never given anything to care about. 

An important scene to this day.

FWB: Tom x Reader

Requested: Tom wants to be more than friends w/ benefits.

“That was great.” You huffed after climbing off of Tom. “Yeah.” He said. “Well I have to go.”, “Wait, you’re not staying?”

“Can’t my neighbor needs me to check in on her dog.” You said getting dressed. “Oh well do you want me to come with you?”

You laughed, “No Tom.” You kissed him on the cheek and left. Tom stared at the ceiling and sighed, he really liked you and liked you so much that he offered to be fuck buddies. Now he was starting to regret that decision because he wanted a serious relationship with you. He remembers the day you proposed the offer:

You were sitting on his couch next to him, both of your knees touching. You two had been friends for years now but there was always some weird sexual tension between you two and you couldn’t take it anymore. “Are you seeing anyone Thomas?”

He looked at you and it was a serious question because you called him by his full name, “No. You know I’m not otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

“Well have you been getting any?” You asked. “W-what?”

“Have. You. Been. Getting. Pussy?” You asked. “N-no.”

You smiled and climbed on him, “W-what are you doing?” He was shocked but very turned on. “How about we do each other a favor?” You said pressing your lips to his. He was flustered, “W-what is that?”
“Well considering that we both have had dry spells, we could both benefit from sleeping with each other.” You purred. He was so happy to be this close to you that he said yes in a heart beat. “But on one condition.” You said. “What’s that?” he breathed.

“You can’t fall in love with me.” You joked. Too late, he had thought to himself.

He knew that you weren’t a huge fan of relationships after seeing how your friends and family were treated. You were scared to get heartbroken and left alone but he knew he would never do that to you, if only you’d give him a chance.

The next day he offered to come over to your place, “What you needed a change of scene?” You joked, letting him into your place. “Yeah and I needed to get out of the house.” He shrugged and sat on your couch. “You hungry or thirsty?”

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Finally got a chance to sit down & write up my stories from #HousCon :)

I’ll start with my Jensen op. I decided only a couple weeks ago that I was going to take advantage of the location & go full stupid-tourist and go for cowboy hats. I’d always wanted a real one, but since the only time I showed western, I was in 4-H and a helmet is required at all times even in Showmanship. I would never actually get on a horse without a helmet and you shouldn’t either!! But, I digress. Mainly, this happened because there are far too few pictures of Jensen in a cowboy hat for my liking & I’d thought I’d make the most of the opportunity. Hats acquired (which is a story for another time & place) I stepped up to him for my turn and he gave me a rather concerned look. I quickly told him that he could do whatever he wanted with the hat, put it on or not, as I handed it to him. I think he said ok, (it was definitely something affirmative) and stepped into me & put his arm around me. I don’t remember putting my arm around him, but I clearly did. All I remember is thinking ‘grab your brim! look at the camera!!’ Then it was over & he *very* gently patted me on the back (I live for that pat) and we both said ‘thank you.’ I didn’t make eye contact, but I did look towards his face when I said it, so *thumbs up*? I almost dropped the hat when he handed it back to me. Super smooth. I still didn’t smell him. There was a definite strong yummy-man-scent when we stepped around the divider, but I don’t know if it was Jensen, Schmelke or one of the bodyguards. I think it was Chris, since I didn’t notice it when I had my m&g later.

Don’t tell creation that I said this next part, but I finally got to ask him a question in my m&g!! It took all my nerve, but I did it!! I could tell we were running out of time, so I was like it’s now or never get your damn hand up! And he pointed towards me, then changed his mind and picked someone on the other side. I thought that was my chance gone. Then he said last question and picked me. I asked if he ever watches the videos we make on youtube. He said ‘All the time. All the time.’ and explained how when he wants to watch a scene over, he doesn’t want to bother getting out the dvd & just pulls it up quick. He told us about the most recent vid he watched which helped him get through a tough day. He explained how it came up in his recommendations in his ridiculously adorable technology terms. It was the one that was going around with all the actors & directors talking about how great Jensen is. He said it really meant a lot to him to see that, since that’s not really the sort of thing that people tell you to your face all the time, then ‘So, keep making ‘em!’ It was pretty intense having his mostly undivided attention for longer than the couple of seconds you get to interact in the auto line. I just kept saying ‘cool!’ like an asshole for the 2 minutes or so he was talking at me. And smiling. With eye-crinkles. And I don’t know how many of you have experienced how oddly intimate it is to hear his voice not through a microphone. But… damn. 

It really meant a lot to me that he may have seen the vids I make for him. That’s really why I make most of my art: to show people how much I care about them. I just hope he’s not reading the descriptions……

I’m sorry but do the writers really expect me to believe that Paula Agard is the one for Harvey and that he’s perfectly happy with her after everything we’ve seen with him and Donna?

After he paid her salary out of his own pocket for years because he needed her to come to the firm with him

When he was going to take a job at another form and told her I got us an offer because of course if he’s going to work with someone else she’s going with him leaving her behind is simply unfathomable

“I can’t be me without you”

“You just made partner” “We made partner”

Let’s not even talk about the thought of you going to prison makes me want to drop to my knees. Like Harvey literally spent an entire episode telling everyone how much he cares about Donna. He let them get away with murder for her and said himself that he’d do it again.

“How is this different from all the times you’ve risked me?” “Because she’s different”

He told her that he can handle anyone else losing faith in him but not her because again with her it’s different

He started having fucking panic attacks when she left him

He had sex dreams about her

He values her opinion so much and actually listens to her which we clearly see after he fixes things with his mother because she told him to and the damn line because someone very special to me convinced me to when his mother asked why

Also the entire scene where he asks her for help to hang the painting because they look so fucking married there I can never get over it

He punched Stephen Huntley because he made her cry

Let’s talk about when he found her with runny mascara and tear stained cheeks after Louis found out about Mike’s secret and immediately comforted her telling her that it’s not her fault and he never wants to hear her say that again

And in regards to Mike’s secret Donna was the only person who knew from the start because he trusts her so much

During Mike’s trial when he was a mess it was at Donna’s house he showed up at letting her see him when he was at one of his most vulnerable moments (his voice cracking when he said it’s my goddamn fault never ceases to fuck me up)

“I didn’t know you were a Shakespeare fan” “I’m a Donna fan”

“Of course Donna I’d do anything for you”

The whole scene where Donna asks him if he wants to be alone after jessica left and he says no because it’s her and takes her hand when she offers it accepting her comfort

Also can we talk about the way he simply looks at her?? Harvey Specter has been making heart eyes at Donna Paulsen since he met her and you mean to tell me that it means nothing ??

This is just not realistic and honestly fuck Aaron korsch idek how to spell his name I don’t give one fuck I’m bitter and pissed

anonymous asked:

We're not paying enough attention to the fact that when Az and Feyre came back from saving Elain, Az had Elain CRADLED to his chest (while his wings were injured and bleeding) and didn't LET GO until Rhys literally took Elain from him. Not to mention he was in serious need of healing and all he cared about was getting the chains off of Elain. Boi I'm going down with this ship I need them to be canon !! 😩




AND THEN we get her ICONIC line “you came for me.” Now that’s right up there next to “there you are I’ve been looking for you.” Those two lines are used OVER AND OVER AND OVER in books and movies all over the place. And you can bet your sweet ass I have laid awake wondering if the Cauldron showed her something about who would save her or something! Because it almost read like she’d had a vision or something. It was odd.


LET ME REPHRASE: After Azriel saved Elain, she doesn’t get lost in her visions anymore. She is lucid the rest of the book.


[drops mic—but wants to pick it up and keep talking]

12x19 Deconstruction: Cas and Kelly, and Most of the Episode

Oh, this episode. This episode has me salivating with inspiration and a bit of worship - the structure is so damn good I want to just use it as a private staple from here on out. (I won’t.) (Or will I?…) Okay, let’s move onto the actual focus of this deconstruction: the baby. I have stated again and again how…

I do not believe the baby is evil - I believe it’s good

So let me here give you my foremost reasons for why I so firmly believe this, but first, can we just do a slow clap for the amazing work of writers Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn and the stunning job done on this episode by director Amanda Tapping? Thank you. (Yes, okay, let’s stop now.)

I’m going to have to dip into the entirety of this episode now in order to make my reasons for believing the baby is of the Good stick. I’ll spend an extra moment on the pivotal scene in the motel room, but honestly, this episode is so Cas/Kelly focused that it’s impossible not to look at the entirety of both of their story lines through every beat of this forty-two minute blitz of deep character development for Cas. It’s fucking amazingly crafted. Again, prostrated on the floor, Writers.

But what about Destiel?

Well, of course this is a Destiel heavy episode, and for very good reasons, too, but I’m going to discuss Dean as he relates to Cas’ character arc this time around, rather than how they both relate to their joint love story arc. (Okay, the love story arc will be part of this discussion because it can’t not be, but it won’t be in focus.) (There will be Destiel.) (Wait COME BACK I SAID THERE WILL BE DESTIE—… Good. Hi. There will be Destiel. Okay? Just alittlemoreCasKellybabydiscussionshhhhhhh let’s begin now.)

So, then: Why Is the Baby Good?

Oh, boy. The answer is a long and complex one, because it doesn’t really occur in one scene, rather it just keeps coming at you throughout the episode. And it starts as early as the recap sequence, where we’re reminded of Dagon’s role as Protector. The dialogue where she convinces Kelly to come with her is chilling, and significant:

Dagon: I’m a demon - you’re Rosemary, complete with baby. Kelly, the angels, the Wincesters, the good guys - they want you dead, but I can protect you. I can protect your son.

Even though Kelly might have had reservations, what happens when the Winchesters decide to interfere, tricking Kelly and more or less kidnapping her against her will, really only serves to prove one thing: they have nothing on Dagon.

Sam: We want to help.
Kelly: You call this helping?

Kelly has no faith in them whatsoever and when Dagon comes for her, she’s resigned to go with her - there’s no salvation to be had here, the Winchesters, whatever their motivation, can’t protect her or her child.

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God damn it this is so touching I'm crying so much

This is the reason why Victor (and I) feel like it is a marriage proposal:

Yuuri: (To Victor) Please be my coach until I retire! (Subs)
Yuuri: Intai made, boku no koto, onegaishimasu!

Do you know what he uses in here
He uses boku no koto
Not boku no coach (looks weird but you get what I mean)
Boku no koto: It’s like please be mine

So it feels more like Yuuri’s saying: Until I retire, please be mine!


Victor kisses his hand like a response towards his proposal.

Victor: (so gentle and lovingly) I wish you’d never retire.

Victor: (Yes, I’ll be yours forever)


EDIT: A little error up there. When Yuuri says “boku no koto” onegaishimasu, it’s like saying he’s entrusting himself to Victor’s care (which makes more sense now that I think about it, because I realized boku no koto is like about me. Credits to @miyukieijun for pointing this out!)

circle-skye  asked:

Yo! Can I gets a scenario with bakugou confessing to his fem crush in their dorm while they're watching a movie and they fall asleep cuddling and ochako or someone goes to her room bc she was worried that she slept in. And walks in on a bakugou smiling with teeth hugging s/o from behind asleep with a dumb grin on her face as well. She gets the rest of the class and they just sit there in awe lol.

Cute…………… I hope I was able to write that well enough for you Non !

„Excuse me?“ His oh-so famous scowl was clearly crossing his features and he was damn close to make her face explode at this very moment.

Was that really the reaction he got when he had just confessed?!
Bakugou yelled something, but whatever it was, his crush was raising a brow in a mocking way while she shrugged his words off:
„I’m sorry, but how am I supposed to know what you mean when you say it in such a terrible way?“ Her sass was so real.

Blood started to boil within him in ways he first experienced thanks to her god be cursed existence, his face had gone completely red and omygod his palms were really sweaty, worse than usual. „What’s that supposed to mean?!“

Well, everyone is aware that this male aint good with words and feelings and facing and reflecting himself (lots of ands) but this time he really meant it even if it wasnt in the most common way ever.
He was somehow trying to get his feelings over with actions but she was just so incredibly stupid and dense - he had to voice it out ‘properly’ for the female to get it. And now this, wow.

The blonde regretted what he had just done but he still demanded a fucking answer and if not he will destroy this room and not even let a single piece of dust be left for heaven’s sake. The ridiculous vulgar and bloody movie was playing behind the scenes, voices cutting in between their silence of famous actors, being another nuisance in his life.

„Hey, calm down.“, her voice cut it off and he may have just caught a soft red dusting her cheeks which caused his features to relax into something people would rarely be able to see. This boy was not stupid for not realizing what that meant, he wasnt like her, after all. Though this time not a victorious smirk claimed his face but instead his red usually enraged eyes were reflecting affection and relief. „Finally.“, he muttered and leaned forward to capture those soft lips and sigh into them. She took her fucking time but he did as well tbh.


„I will go check!“, Uraraka chirped, having her terrible bedhead removed by her caring mom friend Yaoyorozu. „BRB“, her legs were carrying the lightly chubby girl up the stairs to the room she was aiming for. Not even having the patience to knock she just opened up the door and was so close to yell the owner’s name but her throat had failed her as she saw an incredible sweet scene was playing in front of her. Hands were slapped to her mouth before letting out an involuntarily squeal in attempt not to wake the two of them up.
Bakugou Katsuki was fucking smiling with her friend wrapped up in his arms?!
The brunette cheered that they finally had their moment to get together, running back to the lounge to call all of their classmates over to watch this god damn image that they would never be able to see again, probably (mainly focused on the exploding boy smiling so goofily).
A lot of photos by Bakusquad, a lot of giggling from some girls, some in awe, a lot of ‘wtfs’ and stuff like this, just Class 1A being themselves.    

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addiction-survivor25  asked:

1, 2, 18 & 20? ❤❤

1. “Describe yourself how you would describe a character you’re introducing.”

I’ll do it from Daryl’s perspective:

“Daryl watched as she heaved the axe blade up into the air and slammed it down into the wood. She swore a little as her thumb hit the edge of the piece as it split. Daryl chuckled as she shoved the thumb into her mouth and sucked on it quickly before getting back to work. Daryl loved her stubborn, fiesty nature. She was always her own boss and didn’t take crap from anyone. 

On top of that she also happened to be just about the sweetest flower he had ever known. She was always protecting the women and children too weak to fight on their own in this crap heap of a world. She did whatever she could to keep people safe, including nearly losing her own life a few times. Daryl didn’t like that she was a fighter sometimes, this world could be too dangerous and he loved her too much to watch her die. He didn’t think he could handle that. He pushed those thoughts from his head and smiled larger as he saw her walking toward him.

She dropped the ax and stared into his eyes with one thing on her mind as she walked confidently over to him. He huffed in awe as he took in the beautiful sight of his strong woman coming back home to his arms. She walked right into this body, wrapped her arms around his back, and pressed against him looking up at him with loving need, “I see you staring, Dixon. Let’s go do all those dirty things you want to do to me.”

With that she let go, grabbed his hand, and winked at him as she pulled him toward their cell…”

(a little mini fic there haha)

2. “Is there any specific ritual you go through while/before/after your writing?”

Right now it is just when I have the time, but usually my ritual includes picking a request or having a fantasy of my own and thinking on it for a few days to a week. My fantasy’s I have to create a story around. For the requests the story is sort of already loosely built so that framework helps.

I usually work on a fic a few chunks at a time it probably takes me 2-3 days (without work) to work on one story. But other than that I have always just been the dive right in type of writer. It usually flows pretty easily, I have always had that *ability* to just type up things without much framework. In fact, the more freedom the better for me. I was always the one leaving a ten page paper till the last minute and throwing it together the night before. lol. 

18. “How old were you when you started writing?”

I used to right some Pacey x Joey fic when I was 16. I would say around 15-16 is when I really started to write. I was really into song lyrics too when I was younger, I wrote a lot of lyrics as well as some fic. This is the first time I’ve written so much smut, I might have written one or two when I was younger but if I did I never published it. 

So Norman/Daryl gets the recognition for me writing this smut and publishing it. That damn man is too hot! Thanks for the smutty inspiration Norman! ;)

20. “ 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of.”

hmm I have a few scenes I like I’ll share those.

1. All of You Pt 4 [x]

“You feel your entire body screaming with anxiety as your heart races and you force your body forward, dropping out of the truck and slamming your feet onto the pavement. You looked over at Daryl and he puffed his chest out, telling you that you two were strong together and that everything would be okay. Your eyes get harder as you take a deep breathe, square your feet, and turn to look at the man they called Rick.

You stand shoulder to shoulder with Daryl, with his hand over yours, protectively, as you feel and hear the wind whipping around your mangled hair and over your body as it rushes past. You stare into Rick’s eyes and you suddenly feel like you are being examined as his eyes searched yours. You shift awkwardly as his head slightly cocks to the side his eyes still searching yours. You stand there squaring your shoulders and holding yourself dominantly back to the man as your hair whips violently in the wind.

You feel Daryl squeeze your hand, trying to support you, as he stared straight ahead at Rick, same stance as you, awaiting his reaction.”

(I love writing the reader shoulder to shoulder with Daryl, as if they are equals, not her cowering behind him. You probably notice this theme in my stories a lot with the strong female characters)

Dirty Thoughts [x]

“You step outside and you can see the dim streetlight as it emanates down the road of Alexandria. Your boots hit the wooden surface of the deck, as you walk out onto it. You didn’t see Daryl anywhere, you sighed to yourself, and your body slumped down a little.

“Hey Y/N.” You hear his sexy, low growl and turn to your right, where the sound is coming from.

You see Daryl sitting on the bench located all the way at the other end of the deck, in the corner. The light did not reach his shadowy figure and all you saw was the outline of his body and a burning red cherry, coming from his cigarette. It burned hotter as he inhaled, you hear him breathe out and see a plume of smoke coming out from the shadows, as he blew it toward you.

“Hey.” You say, nervously, as you forced your feet to move over to his side of the deck. 

The closer you got the clearer the image of him becomes. He has one of his feet up on the bench, as he sits relaxed, leaning against the back wall of the deck. You move closer and you can see his eyes as they watch you walk slowly over to him, he looks you up and down again, making you almost forget your nerves.”

(I loved the image of him sitting in the shadows and only being able to see his outline and the cherry of his cigarette).

Happy Birthday Daryl [x]

“Suddenly you smile to yourself, “I know what will get you up…” You say to Daryl, who can’t hear you. You shimmy off the bed and grab the sheet that covered you both all night and ripped it off the bed. You stare down at Daryl’s body, down his big bare chest, to his black jeans, all the way down to his legs and his bare feet. He slept with his arms at his sides palms up, his eyes twitched a little as he began to come out of his sleep.

You quickly reached down and unbutton his pants and unzip them. You try and wiggle the pants down his hips from the odd angle you stand at beside the bed. You twist your body and grunt a little bit trying to pull the pants off him.

You hear Daryl clear his throat and freeze, your hands on his hips, you slowly look back at him, and see him grinning from ear to ear as he pulls his hands behind his head, looking down at you trying to undress him.

“Somethin’ you need?” He asked cockily smirking and wiggle his hips in your hands.

You smirk and lick your lips, “Actually, it was something I wanted to give you. It’s your birthday after all.” You smile seductively and turn your gaze back down to his pants.

“Damn. Alright.” He said, lifting his hips in the air, “Go ahead, baby.”…”

(omfg can you imagine him walking up to you trying to give him a blow job? Too hot an image so this makes the list!)

4. Teach Me [x]

“Suddenly he moves his body up and over yours, forcing you to lay on your back. You peer at him in shock and watch as he gentle presses his right hand down on your sternum, holding you to the ground.

“What if I were a walker? What would you do?” He asked, as you struggle a little under his hand.

Your eyes close, trying to focus, this was another test. You think back to the training you had been giving and move your left arm up swiftly, pushing it hard against Daryl’s arm restraining you, forcing his grip off you. You roll to your right a few times and force your body to your feet, fists raised.

Daryl rolls over and crawls his way slowly to his feet, swinging his arms, and staring at you, a small smile never leaving his lips.

“Good.” He says as enthusiastically as Daryl Dixon can and he nods his head up at you.

“Now… Come at me.” He raises his arms and juts his fingers up and down, gesturing to you.

You dig your heels into the ground and nod your head, determined to do good. You sprint forward and slam your body into his, using both hands to push him to the ground. You both fall and you land hard on top of him, your hands bracing against his chest. You hear the thud, but neither of you feel the fall thanks to the pure adrenaline running through both your veins. You feel his hands quickly come up to your hips and harshly pull them as he pivots his body around, turning you onto your back and pushing you hard into the ground. You cry out in pleasure, feeling his hands force your body into the ground with so much pressure.

He looks at you and curiously cocks his head to the side, smirking. Had he heard you cry out for him? He stares down at you and you look back at him licking your lips a little as you feel his body straddling yours. You look down at his hips on yours and then stare up into his eyes with longing. He nods and swoops down, crashing his lips onto yours.

You feel his tongue as it grazes harshly across your bottom lip and then across your top, you cry out again and arch your body up into him, opening your mouth to him. You close your eyes and he watches you cry out. He growls and you feel it all through his body as he presses against you, you feel his hips press hard into yours moan again. He plunges his tongue into your awaiting mouth and swirls his tongue harshly around your mouth, capturing your tongue and making love to it. You feel his hand come up and cup the side of your face, pushing you into him harder. You swirl your tongue around his faster in response to his urgency.

He groans a little and presses his hold body onto you even harder, thrusting his hips up into your core, watching for your reaction. You smile a little, your eyes still closed, stopping your tongue for a moment. He smirked and did it again a few more times, watching you come undone a little. Your hair harshly rubs into the grass as you feel his hips grind you into the ground a few times. His tongue swirls around yours a few more times as both of his hands cup your face and pull you into him. He quickly exists your mouth putting a little kiss onto the tip of your nose. He leans up and peers down at you with a mischievous smile.

“What if I were a walker?…” He shifts his weight, pushing his groin into yours holding into you. “…What would you do?” He asked, smirking at you.

You moan a little to yourself, loving the feeling of him pressing himself into you and then look up at him, smiling a devilish smile. In one quick motion you lean your knee up and gently graze his thighs apart from inside them and swirl your body around, pushing him down onto the ground beneath you, your hands pushing his chest down as hard as you could. You breathe heavily as you feel the lust and adrenaline pump through your body. You grind your hips into his a little bit and watch as his eyes turn to you lowly looking like he had a bunch of naughty intentions. His hands grazed up your thighs and roamed to your hips, his right hand moved lower and grabbed the side of your ass harshly. You writhe your hips into him in response, straddling him as the sunset glow appeared on both your bodies.

You look down at him as you grind your hips into his, you feel his throbbing cock beneath his pants and sigh a little in response.

“What are you going to teach me now?” You ask lowly, riding him into the grass.

He smirks and grabs your ass harder, pushing you into him harsher as you grind into him.

“Baby? I got all kinds of things to teach you.” He emphasized your name and you became even wetter.

Suddenly his right hand came back to your hip and both hands swirled you around, his body pushing you both over in another somersault, him landing back on top of you. He grabs your wrists and harshly pushed them both up above your head, holding you into the ground. He positions his legs so he is straddling you, his clothed cock pressing into your core. You writhe up into his hips, staring at him with longing…”

(I love writing these types of smut pieces where Daryl can play roughly with the reader, I think he’d love to be able to push and pull someone around who was just as strong as he is. I loved this entire fic actually a lot of action description with I also love to do).

Honorable Mention - I’m Home Baby [x]

“He slowly climbed in and under the sheet. He laid sideways with his right elbow propping up his body. He stared over at you, now so close to him, he could feel your body’s warmth as he scooted his body closer and closer, until his forearm met your shoulder. He towered over your sleeping face as he slowly reached his left hand over to your body and shoved it under your tank top, landing on your soft stomach. He swirled his hand over your skin, as he looked down at your face, which turned into a smile the minute his skin made contact with yours.

He smiled at you lovingly at your reaction and quickly swooped down to give you an innocent kiss on the nose, before slowly moving his lips down to yours. His lips gave yours a soft, gentle kiss hello, and continued down the side of your neck, leaving kisses all the way up to your ear, meanwhile his hand started to venture north.

“I’m home, baby… Wake up…” He said huskily into your ear, before taking your earlobe into his mouth and biting it a little, trying to awake you.

“Mmmm…” Your mouth and body react to his lips and you slowly start shaking your head, starting to break away from your slumber.

“That’s right, baby… Wake up for me, I need you…” He purred again into your ear, before crashing his lips and tongue down onto the sweet spot behind it, the one he knew you loved.  

He began to suck and swirl around your skin, causing shivers to explode onto it. He smiled at your body’s reaction and bit your neck a little, in reaction. He worked his lips up and down your neck as his hand ventured up toward your breasts, lovingly taking each one of them on thrill ride after thrill ride, trying his hardest to wake you up.

“Oh god!” You groan out as his tongue and his hand work on you, roughly.

Suddenly, your eyes pop open and you notice you are breathing heavily, your heart racing, so fucking turned on. Your eyes squint as they hit  the harsh light from hallway, you close them for a second, blinding yourself. Your brain slowly awakens and you smile to yourself as you begin to feel him all over you. Norman was home. Your confused eyes turn to happiness as your brain slowly identifies his tongue on your neck and his hand on your breasts, your eyes begin to focus and you lovingly reach your right hand over and put it in his hair, gently massaging it as a thank you for his actions.

Norman bites your skin at your touch and swiftly detaches his mouth from you. He leans up and over your face, smiling tenderly down at you with nothing but love and longing.

“Hey, baby.” He said softly as he looked down into your eyes, he was so happy to be home and in your arms again.”

(I really love this one. Imagine Norman trying to wake you up and being so fucking turned out that you were dreaming about him? I could! Love this one and my first ever Norman smut piece!)

I honestly love all the stories it is hard to pick just 4. Thanks for the ask @addiction-survivor25 ! Hope I did it justice! Stay Smutty! haha 

Originally posted by fifty-shades-of-mara