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that boy that cries a lot

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk
                I’m a woman’s man: no time to talk
Music loud and women warm, I’ve been kicked around
                Since I was born !

                                                                        (art cred: x)


I mean, really. I’m kind of speechless still.

I remember starting this blog thinking… yeah, I love this character - unapologetically in fact - but I wonder how many people are going to love him with me? I mean, he’s from a pretty… interesting fanbase to say the least (look DIRECTLY at those Minions).

But god damn. Like, GOD DAMN. My growth has been steady every week that I’ve been here, and now it’s week five of this blog existing, and we’re at 500+. I have so many threads, so many wonderful RP partners, and I’ve developed Balthazar quite a bit since we first started.

Basically, it’s been an excellent ride so far, and you’re all to thank for that. Like, you REALLY are, and I’m not taking any ifs ands or buts about it - without YOUR support and YOUR interest in this character and my interpretation of him, I wouldn’t even be here thanking you all right now.

So without further ado, let’s get this started, because it’s a LONG list. And if your name is missing, please don’t think that you are not just as equally loved as those here (and more than likely I’ll remember and add you in your corresponding category)!

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I know, she knows that I’m not fond of asking
True or false, it may be…
Well, she’s still out to get me.

catching up on some of those quality posts i missed in the last few days and caught @tyranttortoise‘s prompt on a reader who calls random numbers when lonely, reaching a few of the skelebros through it. i loved them all so much, because of course i did, and i couldn’t get the thought of Edge on the other end not knowing how to be casual.

in other words, ty’s back at it again, giving me those intesne feelings in every little story told. i mean really, go treat yourself to an absolute delightful adventure in storytelling and check ty out if you haven’t already. <3

It’s time for the Jedi to end.

eh… i just wanna try something edgy 😂 meh. but the bg looks weird af 😭

btw never in my life have i felt such distress toward a trailer and a poster ajdjhdjakka

Imagine admitting you want to marry Chris while you’re drunk.

You tumbled out of the cab and stumbled up the driveway of your boyfriend, Chris’ house. It was 2:18AM and you had just finished up at your co-worker’s bachelorette’s party, a party where you got ridiculously wasted. The original plan was for you to spend the night at your own apartment- as it was closer to the bar you were at- but after the third round of tequila shots, your urge to see the ever-so-handsome Captain America had you arriving at his doorstep instead.

You pulled out your keys and fumbled with the lock for a while before you finally opened the door. The noise drew the attention of Dodger who was now on alert and ready to pounce on the intruder. He barked once then stopped when he saw that it was you, he padded towards you and nudged his head into your hand when you reached down to pat him. You struggled to get your heels off and winced when your keys and box clutch clashed against the hardwood floor.

“Shhhh!” You told Dodger and pressed your finger to your lips, trying not to giggle. “The fossil is asleep upstairs, we can’t afford to wake him up.” Dodger tilted his head in confusion. “I could use some Fruit Loops.” You said to no one in particular and made your way to the kitchen. “Dodger, do-” You glanced back and realized the pup had made his way upstairs. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Chris was aroused from his sleep thanks to the noises you were making downstairs. He turned on his bedside lamp and glanced at the clock, wincing at the bright light; 2:23AM. He could hear Dodger scratching at his door but it was only when he heard a loud crash that he scrambled out of bed. He opened the door and Dodger barked at him before racing downstairs. Chris followed him and caught sight of your keys, heels, and clutch making a trail towards the kitchen; the only room with some of its lights on. He entered to find you trying to pick up the broken pieces of your favorite Captain America drinking glass.

“Dodger, stay.” Chris instructed him when he saw him start towards you; you looked up at them, eyes wide like a deer in the headlines. “Don’t move, Y/N.” Chris instructed you but you moved anyway. “Y/N, just- stay.” He spoke to you like he would to Dodger and you stilled. “What are you even doing here? I thought you said you were going home.”

“I thought you said this is my home.”

“I see you had a great time at Carly’s party.” He commented with a light chuckle and you nodded with a wide grin. “Hold up.” He said and reached for the light switch and turned on all the lights in the kitchen so he could have a better view of where not to step. “C'mere.”

“But you told me not to move,” you pouted like a child.

“God, you’re wasted.” He chuckled; he could smell the alcohol on you as he scooped you up off the ground. “Okay, lemme see.” He sat you down on the kitchen bench and took your hands in his so he could examined them for cuts. “Did you cut yourself?” He asked when he couldn’t find any. “Hey,” he cupped your face in his hands, “are you hurt?”

“I missed you tonight.” You told him and wrapped your arms around his neck; he chuckled softly and hugged you back, kissing the side of your head. “I wish you could’ve been there with me, it would have been a lot more fun.”

“I wish I could’ve been there with you too.” He agreed and pulled back, brushing your hair out of your face. “So I could’ve kept an eye on you and made sure you didn’t get totally hammered,” he chuckled. “I’m honestly surprised you found your way back here.”

“I can always find my way back to you, Cap.” You smiled and poked his cheek, drawing another chuckle from him. He always found drunk you incredibly amusing; it wasn’t a side he saw often as you weren’t one of those girls who partied all the time, but let’s just say that when he did- he made sure to enjoy every second of it. “I want some Fruit Loops, do you have any?” You tried to hop off the bench but he used his body to lock you into place. “What are you doing? I want Fruit Loops.”

“The last thing you need is sugar,” he said then chuckled when you pouted adorably. “Right now, you need Advil, lots of water, and- sleep. Stay up here, okay? I don’t need you cutting yourself.” You scrunched your nose and nodded. “I’m going to sweep up this mess first.”

He left you there and walked to the broom closet to grab the broom and dustpan. “Hey Chris?” He heard you call out to him from the kitchen. “Can I have my water in that glass I like?” You asked as he walked back in. “You know, that Captain America glass from Stan Lee’s team.”

“Yeah um-” He chuckled and lowered his gaze onto the said glass that was shattered on the ground. “I don’t think you can ever drink water from that glass again. Considering you broke said glass,” he reminded you and your face fell. “Exactly how much did you drink?” He squatted on the ground and swept up the glass that was fortunately empty when you dropped it.

“Lots,” you responded simply and he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Hey, where’s my phone?”

“You left it in the hallway,” he answered and you hopped off the counter. “Uh uh-” he held up a finger at you and you climbed back on the counter. “I’ll get it for you, just stay there please. You are in no state to be maneuvering around, I don’t need you to break anything else tonight.”

“What did I break?” You asked, completely forgetting about the glass you’d dropped earlier tonight.

“You are ridiculous,” he chuckled. “Just stay there.” He dumped the swept up shards into the bin then walked out into the hallway to get your clutch. He picked it up off the ground then fished out your phone and saw a text notification from your best friend, Luca, that was addressed to him.

“Hey, Chris.
Did she make it to yours okay?”

Chris responded with a quick “yeah, I’ve got her.” With your phone in his hand, he placed your clutch on the table then made his way back into the kitchen. “What are you doing?” He stood in the archway and chuckled at you; you had stripped off your red dress and was now sitting on the bench top in just your bra and panties. “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes?” He teased you as he walked over.

“Just out of curiosity.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pushed himself in between your legs and placing your phone down on the counter and his hands on your waist. “Are you going to marry me?” Your question surprised him, but made him smile nonetheless; your drunk mind was speaking for your sober heart.

“Are you going to remember this in the morning?” He asked and you thought about it for a while then nodded your head. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” He chuckled softly, rubbing small circles into your skin. “Well, since you won’t remember this- I might as well be honest with you.” You raised your eyebrows, waiting for his answer. “I am definitely going to marry you. I’ve been thinking about it since our first date, I’ve just- been waiting for the right time to ask. We’re both busy people, I want the proposal and the wedding at a time that works for the both of us.”

“Have you thought about how you’re going to propose?”

“I have,” he nodded, “numerous times. My favorite is still the cliché of taking you to a holiday cabin, cooking you dinner, and putting the ring in your dessert. I’m just a little afraid you might swallow the ring whole,” he joked and poked your side, causing you to giggle. “Why so curious? Are you afraid I wasn’t going to marry you?”

“Well- if I’m being completely honest, I guess I was a little afraid you didn’t want to marry me because I wasn’t sure about having kids.” His face fell slightly; he was a little upset with himself that he made you feel that way. “I know you like children and that they are an important part of your life plan, so yeah- I was a little afraid I wasn’t enough.”

“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he kissed your forehead. “You are enough, Y/N. You have no idea how much you mean to me,” he told you. “All I want is you, you are the most important part of my life plan.”

“And you’re the most important part of mine, which is why I’d gladly have children for you.” You told him for the first time in three years and he felt his heart skip a beat. “I tell people I don’t want kids because it seems scary, but with you- it doesn’t seem as scary.”

“This is by far my favorite drunk Y/N moment,” he told you with a wide smile. “Thank you for telling me that,” he gently pinched your chin between his thumb and index finger, brushing your pink lips with his thumb. “You won’t remember this but at least I know where you stand. Like you say, drunk minds speak for a sober heart.”

“I’ll remember this,” you nodded. “Give me a pen and I’ll write it on my hand.”

“No,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “I would prefer you not to remember this ‘cause I would like the element of surprise when I propose to you. Now c'mon,” he lifted you off the bench and plopped you onto your feet. “Let’s get you an Advil and put you to bed.”

“Chris?” You grabbed his hand and pulled him back towards you when he tried to walk to the pantry to get the medicine box. “I think I’m in-love with you.” You told him and he nodded in acknowledgement, chuckling. “No, I’m serious.”

“We’ve been dating for three years and you just told me you’d have kids for me, I think I already know that.” He caressed your face and kissed your forehead. “Do you want to make any other shocking announcements? ‘Cause I really need to get you that Advil and put you to bed otherwise you’re going to be having one hell of a hangover tomorrow.”

“No,” you shook your head, letting go of his hand. “That’s the only one.” You said then grinned which made him laugh. “Can we have pancakes in the morning?” You asked as he grabbed a sachet of Advil from the box.

“You can have anything you want,” he nodded. “Take this,” he popped two pills out of the sachet and passed it to you. “Let me get you some water.” He grabbed a glass from the cabinet and filled it with the filter tap water. “Here,” he passed it to you with the instruction, “down the pills then drink it all. I don’t want to see a drop of it left in the glass.”

“You got it, Captain.” You saluted him then proceeded to do as he instructed.

“You’re going to have a lot of fun tomorrow morning,” he chuckled and kissed the top of your head.

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I Want What You Have

desc: Reader is dating Grayson, but has the brothers over for a lazy Friday movie night, and as she watches them interact, she wishes she shared the same kind of bond they did.

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You slipped on your grey sweatpants and threw on a black tank top, not having time for much else. Your hair was pulled into a messy topknot, and you were still damp from your shower when you opened the front door. 

“Hey,” said Grayson, leaning against the door frame, looking you over with a faint smile.

“Sorry I look like a mess,” you sighed, inviting him in.

“Shh, you look beautiful as always,” he smiled and stepped in.

You opened your mouth but were interrupted by somebody making kissy smoochy sounds.

Ethan poked his head in the doorway, not waiting for an invitation.

“Mwah mwah you’re beautiful, no you, no you-”

Grayson pursed his lips and sighed, but when he turned to scold Ethan, you were laughing and letting him in anyway.

You flicked on a light switch, lighting up the kitchen/living space and heading for the fridge. Grayson hopped onto the shiny marble counter, Ethan taking a black stool beside him.

“Food,” they said together.

“What do you guys want?” you asked, pulling open the fridge doors.

Grayson’s voice came from behind you, “Got any ice cream?”

You closed the fridge doors and turned around, looking at his smirking face.

“Oookay?” you said, turning back around and bending down to open the freezer. You scooped down low, pulling out a chocolate fudge ice-cream tub, and turned around just in time to see Grayson’s eyes lift from your ass.

“Watch it,” you giggled, chucking the tub at him.

He raised his eyebrows in challenge.

You gave each boy a spoon, which they started using as dueling weapons at once.

“Dorks,” you snickered under your breath and headed for the couch.

“OW!” Grayson said, rubbing his forehead, “YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE.”

“Sorry dude,” Ethan grinned, not sounding sorry at all.

You stared at them both with a faint smile before hopping onto the sofa. It took twenty minutes before the boys could settle on a movie to watch, and at one point you almost thought you were babysitting. 

The TV cast a faint light across the room, and Grayson plopped beside you, making sure to spend equal time cuddling into you and dropping kisses on your nose, and still managing to eat ice cream.

“That’s what she said!” Ethan yelped at a serious point in the movie.

You rolled your eyes at him, and Grayson gave you an ‘I know right?’ look, but then he turned away from you and raised a thumbs up at Ethan with a smile.

“I can see that,” you grumbled.

All was going well until you began hearing the scrape of spoons on the bottom of the tub.

“That’s my section,” Grayson said, hitting his brother’s spoon away.

“I got there first,” growled Ethan.

“I got less than you since I was giving attention to my girlfriend,” Grayson hissed.

“You have a girlfriend,” retorted Ethan.

That shut Grayson right up.

Once the movie ended, you started to feel drowsy with sleep, but Grayson took his arms out from around you, waking you right up.

“Heyy,” you complained, rubbing your eyes.

“Sorry but if you fall asleep then I’m alone with this dofus,” Grayson said.

“Fight me!” called Ethan from the fridge.

“Okay bro!”

And you turned to watch as they brawled like idiots, throwing fists and swinging eachother at the ground. They called names at eachother jokingly, and eventually Ethan came sliding across the polished wooden floors, stopping right under your nose.

His eyes met yours, “Hey ther-”

Grayson landed a punch in Ethan’s belly, smiling and looking up at you innocently.

“Hey there,” he finished, standing up and pulling up Ethan with him.

“You guys are insane,” you couldn’t help but snicker and cover your face with your palms.

“Sorry,” they said in sync.

You waved it off and turned back around, sinking into the couch pillows.

Ethan vanished to the bathroom, and Grayson swung himself over the couch, pulling you tightly into his lap. He sat much more calmly, running his hands through your tangles gently.

“Sorry if my brother and I get on your nerves,” he said.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s cute,” you smiled into his lap.


“Well you know, I don’t have a twin, or even if I did, it would never be like you guys. Sure, you can act like five year olds, but sometimes I kind of find myself wishing I had what you had,” you explained carefully.

“Oh, I never thought about that,” Grayson pondered.

“And, I know he can get on your nerves, but take it from me, you guys share something really special,” you smiled and raised your head, meeting his brown eyes.

Grayson smiled, his eyes flickering to your lips and back to your eyes. He tilted his head, bringing his soft pink lips momentarily to yours, his hands moving around your waist as he edged you closer to him. 

“Get a room!” called Ethan, striding past you two.

Grayson sighed in defeat, but you simply grinned against his lips.

I was in the middle of studying when tumblr said green-haired heroes don’t exist but? who’s deku then?? a tree???

mimicthephoenix said:Loving your blog. I followed you over from quotev. Could I please request a What dating Brett Talbot would involve please? ^_^

A/N: I love Brett! I’ve been waiting for somebody to request more of Brett, because I love Cody Saintgnue, he’s practically my biggest inspiration! :) I would love to do this imagine for you, lovely! And thanks for following me, you’re like the only person from Quotev, - that I’m aware of-, who found me on here or followed me haha! Thank you, love.

Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators!

Dating Brett Talbot Would Include:

- Having to look up at him constantly because he’s a freaking giant!

- Going to and supporting him during his lacrosse games.

- Unlimited piggy backs for you.

- “Don’t drop me, Brett!

- “I won’t.Easy up, babe. You’re choking me.

- Having to go on your tip toes to kiss him.

- Brett thinking you’re adorable.

- “Shut up, Brett!” you’d cry out.

- “Nah!” he’d laugh.

- “I’m not even that short! You’re a freaking giant, that’s why I’ve got to go on my tip toes!

- Brett constantly teasing you.

- Brett always tickling you.

- “Oh my gosh, stop!

- Passionate kisses.

- Seeing him shirtless nearly every minute of everyday and bloody drooling.

- “Uh, (Y/N)?” Lydia would say.

- “Huh?” you’d ask, wiping the side of your mouth.

- “Good, glad that you wiped it away. You were drooling.” Lydia laughs.

- Brett listening to your heart beat to make sure you’re okay.

- Practically always getting jealous when girls look or talk to Brett. 

- “Are you jealous?

- “Shut up.

- “Ouch! Someone’s grouchy.

- “Whatever!

- “What are you jealous for anyway?

- “She’s really pretty, okay? And she’s known for stealing girls boyfriends and she bullies me.

- “Well, she’s never going to steal me from you, and I’ll get her to stop.

- Brett flipping his shit and wolfing out whenever guys get too close to you.

- “Touch her ever again and I’ll kill you.” Brett threatens.

- “Brett, stop!

- You being the only thing that calms him down.

- You always staying with him during a full moon.

- “Just look into my eyes or my boobs, that works too.

- “You make this a hard choice.” he’d grin with sweat covered skin.

- Brett being utterly sweet to you.

- Brett getting jealous whenever guys look at you or talk to you.

- “Back off Dunbar, or I’ll give you a reason to make you angry.

- “Can you chill out, man? I’m just talking to her.

- “You spoke to her, now you’re done. Get out of here.” he spits.

- “Brett! Calm down this instant!

- Being Brett’s anchor.

- Being close to Satomi.

- Adorable hugs from behind that end with you two swaying from side to side.

- “You know that I love you, right?

- “I know. I love you too, Brett.

- Incredibly hot make out sessions.

- Brett and you both hating the fact that you attend different schools.

- Wearing Brett’s freshly washed jersey to bed when you sleepover at his house.

- “This is freshly washed right?

- “Yes, even you can smell the detergent and softener used.

- “Just checking.

- When you cry, Brett pulls you into his chest and holds you tightly.

- “Baby, it’s okay. You’re going to pull through, because I won’t let them hurt you any more.

- When you get hurt Brett freaks the hell out.

- “You can’t see her right now, Brett.” Stiles would say, getting in front of the closed door.

- “I need to!

- “Brett, (Y/N) wouldn’t want you to be like this. Calm down.

- Liam being a close friend of yours.

- “I don’t get why you even talk to him, (Y/N)!” Brett would yell.

- “Because I understand him, Brett. My friends aren’t chosen by you; I choose them.

- Heated fights.

- Emotional make ups.

- Hot sex.

- Morning sex.

- Sex before bed.

- Sex all day if possible.

- “Your sex drive is unbelievable.” you’d puff out.

- “You enjoy it though, don’t you?” he winks.

- “That’s not the point! I need sleep for three days now.

- So many cuddles it’s unreal!

- He whispers dirty talk in your ear.

- His hand always on your inner thigh.

- “Has your hand just made my thigh it’s home?

- “Possibly.” he’d reply as he trails his hand up to your core.

- Brett making you madly blush.

- Breaking up fights between him and Liam constantly.

- Wishing him eternal look in his games, even if your friends are on the opposing team.

- “I don’t know where I’d be without you, Brett. Probably dead in a ditch.

-”Don’t say shit like that. I’m flattered, but I don’t want to know or think of what would’ve happened to you if you didn’t meet me.

- Being a terrible driver.

- Liam, Brett, Stiles, Scott, Malia and Derek practically screaming like little girls when you’re behind the wheel.

- “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!” They would screech.

- Brett risking his life for you.

- “Just go!

- “No! I’m not leaving you!

- “You have no choice! Go!

- You being super close to his little sister Laurie

- Brett shielding you from all harm.

- Brett being incredibly proud of you.

- You being incredibly proud of Brett.

- Lots and lot’s of banter!

- Brett being so delicious and goofy you blush madly.

- “Are you blushing?

- “No!

- “You’re absolutely adorable.” he’d smirk.

- “No.

- “Yes.

- Brett poking your cheek every three seconds.

- You and Brett being really serious.

- Brett freaking out when you get hurt.

- “It’s a bruised knee and a bloody forehead. I won’t die.

- “Still.

- “You’re really scared of me dying?”

- “Yeah! Of course!

- You know Brett like the back of your hand.

- “You’re silent… What’s wrong?

- “Nothing.

- “Don’t lie. Talk to me, Brett.

- Brett knowing you like the back of his hand.

- “Stop turning your back on me, ((Y/N). I know that something’s wrong!

- “Just leave me alone!

- “No! I love you and I’m helping you!

- Satomi eventually turning you.

- Standing by each other no matter what.

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[SUMMARY: Negan comes across Ricks group and finds his wife Lucille, who he thought was dead. But when he finds her, his heart breaks all over again when he learns she has amnesia and is now with Daryl.]


Negan and Lucille.

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He Doesn’t Deserve to Own You – Part 2 (Part 1)

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

A/N: I don’t know why but I just really needed a part 2 to this one, enjoy! P.S. Sorry to any Spencer fans, I don’t know why but I really wanted Daryl to punch Spencer out.


It has been over a week since the incident with Spencer and subsequently since you and Daryl had been nearly inseparable, in every sense of the word. Ever since that night Daryl had stood up for you and had shown how he really felt about you, you thought about nothing and no one but Daryl. It was almost like the part of your life spent pining for Spencer was nothing more than a bad dream. No one could satisfy you like Daryl, something he proved every time he touched you, hell even every time he looked at you.

You watched from afar as Daryl helped load guns into the infirmary, his strong, sweaty muscles flexing with ever heavy object he moved, seemingly effortlessly. You watched Daryl from the street across the way, as you sat on a grassy spot within the courtyard, that looked just across from it. You licked your lips, feeling aroused just watching him do menial tasks.

Fuck. You have to stop this Y/N.People are bound to notice you can’t concentrate on anything but him. You complain to yourself in your head, but never break eye contact with the scene in front of you.

From the corner of your eye you see a familiar figure and tense a little as Spencer appears in front of you, seemingly going about his own business, walking across your view to the front gate. You do not break your eye contact with Daryl, on purpose, as to not even look or make contact with Spencer. You two had not spoken since the incident and you’d like to keep it that way.

You keep your gaze fixed as Spencer slows his steps and looks at you, expecting a reaction out of you. Don’t give him a damn minute. You think to yourself, keeping your gaze and mind focused on Daryl, who is about 50 yards ahead of you, unaware you are there and unaware of Spencer’s presence. If he had been aware, Daryl would have already been over here in his face, but your man was a hard worker and was focused on the task at hand.

After a moment or two you realized Spencer was not going to go anywhere until you gave him his reactions. You quickly snapped your head over to where he was standing, breaking your gaze with Daryl.

You looked at him annoyed. “What?” You said flatly and tried to stare through him with hatred.

You look at him and see his face is down trodden and irritated. He looks at you and then looks over at Daryl.

“That’s how it is huh?” Spencer scoffed angrily.

“Had I known you’d give it up for just anyone…. Maybe I was wrong about you.” He said angry, but with a glint of lust in his eyes.

You flatly roll your eyes and return your gaze.

“Go away, Spencer.” You say with little to no emotion in your voice.

“He must be one good fuck.” Spencer replies and walks over to me positioning his tall body, hovering over me, sitting in the grass. I look directly around him disgusted and trying to hold my composure, feeling sick to my stomach.

“I’m not interested Spencer, get the fuck away from me.” You say, more commanding this time.

He kneels down and puts his face nearly inches away from mine, I force myself to look into his eyes with flat determination.

“That’s not what you were saying last week baby…” He said thickly as he looked me up and down and licked his lips.

“I heard the way you fuck, I was wrong about you… Maybe I do want a taste.” He said, licking his lips again and staring at your breasts.

You fold your arms defensively and coldly look in his eyes.

“I’m fucking taken Spencer, get out of here before I have Daryl come over here.” You stare him down.

The mention of Daryl’s name triggers slight fear in him as he stands up and takes a step back, looking over to the infirmary again, double checking that Daryl had not spotted him. He smirks, watching Daryl go about his business.

“Daryl ain’t gonna be around all the time for you to hide behind Y/N… When he’s not, I bet I can make you feel that ache you once had for me again.” Spencer said winking sleazily and slightly grabbing his crouch.  You roll your eyes in disgust and try not to feel threatened, pulling your already crossed legs up, hugging them closer with your arms and pulling them closer to your chest, as to try and feel more protected.

“Fuck off, Spencer.” You spit back, staring straight ahead with determination.

“I’ll catch you later, Y/N.” He says cockily and stiffly walks away, to do who knows what or who. You don’t even look at him as he leaves, now staring solidly and determinedly at the tar road in front of you, trying not to give in to all the anger you are feeling.

Who the fuck does that douche think he is? You think angrily to yourself. Angry was better than fearful and you’d be damned if a piece of shit like that make you feel afraid. You were staring straight ahead, rocking back and forth, trying to hold on to your anger, when you were startled by a hand waving in front of your face. Your head snaps away from the scene that just took place and you realize that the hand is Daryl’s and he is trying to get your attention.

You look up at him, trying to shake your anger, and you smile up at him.

“Hey, you.” You smile happily, the moment your eyes meet his.

His loving gaze returns your own and he sits down beside you, bumping his shoulder to yours, slightly resting his head onto your shoulder for a moment before sitting back up and looking at you curiously.

“Everything alright?” Daryl asked, concerned at your odd behavior.

“Yeah.” You respond quickly and your eyes dart, for the first time, toward the asshole who made you upset in the first place.

Daryl follows your gaze and sees Spencer with his arm cocked up on the fence with Michelle pinned under it, a glint of lust in her eyes as she lifts her hips toward him. Spencer leans into whisper something into her ear and while doing this he turns his gaze and looks directly at you, thrusting his hips into Michelle a little more, putting on a show.

“Is he fucking serious?” Daryl asked, now enraged, as he began to try and stand up. Before he could you catch him and pull him back down, kneeling in front of him.

“He’s an ass, Daryl. Let it be. I got what I want.” You say seriously and force Daryl to focus back onto you and your eyes. Once your eyes meet his, he relaxes a little.

“Besides, the best thing we can do is show him exactly how much I have who and what I need.”

With this you straddle Daryl in broad daylight, in front of everyone, and begin to devour his lips. You put one of his hands on your ass, as the other caresses and pulls your hair, lightly. You moan as his lips move and swirl around your tongue in a fast and passionate motion. You take his other hand and put it on the other side of your ass, as you begin to gently ride him.

His lips leave your mouth and turn their attention to your sweet spot, just below your right earlobe, as he begins to suck on your neck. You shut your eyes sharply in pleasure, already so wet for him.

You turn in Spencer’s direction, as Daryl sucks you hard on your neck, you look at Spencer and moan out loud as your man engulfs your sweet spot. Spencer winces in pained anger and you turn back to Daryl and moan into his ear.

“Baby. I need you so much. You’re the only one I need. You know that right?” You say as you force him off your neck, to look deeply into your eyes. He nods quickly as you feel him harden underneath you. You smile at him and kiss him roughly one more time.

“We shouldn’t do this here. But I need you now, baby.” You seductively whisper in his ear as he growls quietly into your neck, in agreement.

Suddenly, his hands on both sides of your ass smack once more, really hard, as he puts you on the ground. He stands up and offers you his hand, you take it laughing a little, excited for what was to come. You stand and face him, with nothing but playful lust in your eyes, forgetting about everyone around you. You grab Daryl’s shoulder and jump onto his waist wrapping both legs around him as he catches you, bracing both of his strong arms under your ass as he holds you in his arms. You devour each others mouths longingly, as he walks you both down the street, somewhat blindly and staggering, towards his house. You laugh out loud in glee as he stumbles a little, breaking your kiss on his mouth and attacking his neck with your lips, so that he can see a little better as he carries you toward bliss.

You crash into his house as you had done how many times before since that first night, every moment you could get away, you did. He is still holding you in his arms, with your legs wrapped tightly around him as he pulls you directly in the living room and shoves you onto a small, but sturdy, nightstand table in the corner of the room. Your ass crashes down onto it, hard and you moan a little.

“Daryl! The door!” You giggle a little, in both excitement and worry.

He grunts in dismay and unwraps you from around his waist.

“Stay here.” He commands and goes running to shut and lock the door.

He slams it shut, locks it, and comes running back to you as you giggle even harder at his raw attraction. You open your legs up to him again, in his return to you.

His lips crash into yours harshly with a certain sense of immediacy. He really wanted you so bad right now. Your pussy got wet just thinking of how badly he wanted to be inside you, the feeling was mutual.

As he is passionately swirling his tongue around yours, you feel his hand trace down your cheek, jawline, collarbone, the side of your breast – where he stopped to massaged and flick your nipple, through your shirt a couple of times.

“Oh yeah, Baby!” You break your kiss, to cry out to him.

He smiles and pulls your hair back slightly, before crashing his mouth back into yours, fucking your tongue with his own.

His hand roughly traces and grabs down to your side, across your stomach, and down to your waistline. He shoves his hand eagerly down into your shorts, under your panties, and starts massaging your already soaking wet clit.

“Fuck, Y/N. You are so wet for me.” He says, breaking the kiss again long enough to stare into your eyes lustful and ready.

You stare back and whimper a little, having lost all control over your body. You arch into him, staring into his eyes intently.

“I am so ready for you baby.” You moan arching into him again, he pulls your hair back at the same time, and begins to devour your neck, harshly nibbling underneath your chin and all the way up to your earlobe. Once he is there he flicks it between his teeth and harshly sucks on the soft spot just below it, making you scream out his name in pleasure.

“Daryl!” You cry out in voluntarily.

He moans as your whole body arches into him.

He continues to trace your folds and circle your clit a few more times before shoving two fingers inside your pussy. You arch up in pleasure again.

“Oh my god, yes!” You cry out writhing into his hands.

His fingers start to pump into you slowly at first, but as you writhe he obeys and begins to fuck you faster with his fingers, all the while rubbing your clit with his thumb. His tongue sucks and licks into your sweet spot, pulling your earlobe into his mouth to flick it over and over with his tongue. He breathes purposefully heavily behind your ear as he harshly sucks on your flesh there, you moan over and over at the sensation.

You continue to pump yourself onto his hand, harder and harder, he pumps three fingers in, knowing you are about to cum.

Your head rockets back, hitting hard against the wall, but you couldn’t feel anything other than the ecstasy Daryl was showing you.

Daryl pumped his fingers in and out of you with such force you thought you’d cum so hard you’d shatter to pieces.

“Fuck yeah, baby, right there!” You cried out as he pumped his fingers into you harder and harder, making sure to hit your clit with his thumb every time you thrust onto his digits.

You erratically began to thrust faster and harder against him

“Cum for me baby.” Daryl growled into your ear, causing all the right vibrations to hit your body.

With his breath in your ear and his fingers fucking you just right, you thrust onto him, long and grueling onto your clit and came, hard.

“Yes… Daryl! Yes!!” You cried out as you cum around his fingers. Daryl pumped his fingers into you a few more times, deep, to make sure your pleasure was as long and lasting as it could be.

Once you came he removed his finger, licked his tongue up and down your neck, and growled in your ear.

“You are so damn sexy when you cum.” He says, removing his lips from you and backing away, he takes the three fingers that were in you and engulfs them in his mouth, licking you off him

“Mmmm.” He moans as he laps up your juices off his digits, closing his eyes.

You moan, already turned on again and begin playing with your breasts over your shirt, watching him lick his fingers. You stand up suddenly and strip off your shirt and shorts, leaving you in only your bra and panties.

Daryl’s attention turns back to you with lust in his eyes. You walk over to him and rip off his shirt, from the bottom of his abdomen, he lifts his arms in compliance, as you rip it off of his muscular body, throwing it to the floor. You then begin to unbutton his pants, suddenly in such a hurry to taste him. He chuckles a little as you drop to your knees, frustrated the fabric won’t give way as fast as you need it to. You finally get the jeans down past his hips and his big, hard cock pops out, fully erect.  You lick your lips at the site, but continue to help him pull off his jeans. He lifts one knee up at a time as you undress him as fast as you can and throw the frustrating fabric out of your way. You kneel before his magnificent naked body and before his huge cock. You had never been with anyone so well endowed and fuck did it feel good. You feel the urge to touch yourself at the sight of him, but try to focus on what you wanted to do for him.

You smile up at him, licking your lips, as you grab his cock in your hand. Never taking your eyes off him you guide it into your mouth, slowly teasing his tip, as your tongue swirls around and around in a fast motion.

Daryl’s head juts back at the sensation.

“Fuck yeah, Y/N!” He cries out uncontrollably, before returning his intent gaze on you sucking him off. You smile with his cock still in your mouth and begin to take as much of his shaft into your throat as you could, you bob up and down, throat fucking his huge cock, as you hear him moan in delight, only making you want to go deeper. He grabs your hair with his hand and roughly starts pushing you in and out of him harshly.

“Fuck yeah, baby.. oh yeah. That feels so good.” He cried out, as you suck him off, tasting his salty sweetness already.

He stops and pulls you out of his mouth. You look up at him with a lustful smile.

“Get back up there.” He orders nodding to the side table you had been perched on before.

You nod in agreement as you hop back on the small table against the living room wall.

He growls. He is so turned on right now and is ready to fuck the shit out of you. He crashes his mouth into you, and his hands roam down to unclip your bra, you help him and undo it completely, throwing it to the ground. Meanwhile Daryl struggles with your underwear, suddenly you cry out in pleasure as he smacks your ass hard and lifts it with one quick motion, tearing your panties of and throwing them behind him.

He groans in pleasure seeing how wet your pussy is.

As he runs his fingers slightly up and down your folds and encircles your wet clit, you arch up screaming in pleasure.

“Oh my god! Yes, please I need you inside me.” You cry out.

Suddenly, you feel him line his huge cock up to your center and slam it into your tight pussy. The side table slams against the wall in response, along with your ass.

“Fuck, yeah baby!” You cry out in pleasure.

He smiles at your response and thrusts into you just as hard again, and again, until all you can hear it the sound of the table slamming against the wall, in reaction to him slamming into your body and hitting your clit harder and harder, faster and faster.

You slam your hips back into his, in response, making the sensation even better. You cry out as loud as you ever have as he grabs your hips and smacks your ass a few times.

“Fuck yeah!” You cry out, causing him to smack you again.

His thrusts become long and hard as he fills all of you and hits your clit repeatedly, making sure to put as much pressure as he could onto it.

“Faster baby.” You cry out, longing to feel your release.

He obliges and fucks you faster and harder as your ass and the table slam into the wall so hard, you think it may break. You pull him closed to you and kiss him hard on the lips, so hard you thought you may draw blood.

You are bouncing up and down as his cock fucks you hard, you look at him as he stares intensely at you and your bouncing body, in all its glory. He leans down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it passionately and harshly. You cry out in pure pleasure and press his head to your breasts, as he plays with them both for a minute, before coming back up to your mouth and crashing his lips against you again. He breaks the kiss and leads back, all the while staring into your eyes, while fucking you.

“Cum for me baby…” he commands as he pulls you closer and his hips push you nearly through the wall, roughly. He starts thrusting faster and faster onto your clit and you feel yourself close to climax.

“Yeah baby… just like that.. harder… faster… Yes! Yes! Yes!!!” You cry out as you cum hard onto his huge cock, you moan in so much pleasure you thought you might explode.

He thrusts become harder and erratic after he feels you cum around him and he fucks you into the wall, hard.

“Oh Fuck Y/N!!!” he cries out, thrusting his hips into you and into the wall, causing so much pleasurable pressure you both cry out again together, as he holds you into it and cums inside you.

He thrusts a couple more times as you moan in happiness and then slips out of you, kissing your forehead sloppily.

You look up at him with satisfied, yet still lustful eyes, and pull his mouth to yours for one more long passionate kiss. He rests his head on your shoulder’s tired out and you kiss his forehead tenderly. You unwrap your legs and let them dangle below the side table. Daryl growls satisfied into you.

“That was fucking amazing, baby.” He said.

“You are fucking amazing, baby.” You smile and he looks up at you with serious eyes, only to begin to devour your mouth, yet again.


Later that evening, after a couple more rounds with each other, and one exhausted nap, you both emerge again from the house to walk down the street to where everyone was having dinner. It was easier to ration dinner when everyone ate together. So it had become normal for everyone in the town to all gather together when it was time.

Daryl grabbed your hand into his and you both walked satisfied, side-by-side, toward the smell of the food and the sound of the laughter. You rested your head on Daryl’s shoulder as you sighed happily and continued on your way.

You both sat down, by Carol, Rick, and Michonne, and laughed and talked all through the unmemorable meal. Daryl noticed Spencer staring at you both, yet again, from down the table. He scoffed angrily, as his blood again began to boil. That boy is getting on my nerves. Daryl thought to himself. You did not notice, as you were focused on a story Rick was telling.

Daryl noticed Spencer slip away, and Daryl kissed you on the forehead and excused himself for a moment. You smiled happily at the feel of his lips on your forehead, closing your eyes for a moment, as if to take the sense in as deep as you could. You hear Rick chuckle a little and your eyes snapped back open, forgetting you were not alone. You laugh and smile at him, in response.

“Shut up.” You say playfully and watch your man saunter of, with that stride that you loved so much.

“I didn’t say a word.” Rick laughed playfully, raising his arms in the air, smirking.

Daryl followed Spencer down the street, he appeared to be headed toward his house. Spencer stops in his own yard and is about to walk up the stairs to his home, when he feels a hand suddenly on his shoulder, that whips him around. Bam! He feels a fist ram straight into his jaw, hard, and he falls to the ground. Bam! He gets hit once more, this time on the eye, as he is laying there trying to regain his senses.

Suddenly, Spencer sees Daryl get up from the ground, staggering back, and breathing heavily, his chest pumping up and down with adrenaline, and hate in his eyes.

“Don’t know what the fuck is your problem, but ya need to stop staring at my girl. She is mine and she doesn’t want anything to do with your piece of shit ass.” Daryl growled loudly and paced back and forth a little, trying to restrain himself from hitting him anymore, like he desperately wanted to.

“I hear that you even look at her wrong, let alone make her feel uncomfortable again, I will end you.” He says dead serious. Spencer crawls back on the grass, clutching his eye in pain and look at Daryl in fear.

“Okay.” He hands go up. “Got the message loud and clear, she’s yours.” He says backpedaling until he finds the stairs to his porch. He sits on the first step clutching his eye.

Daryl strides over and puts his face inches from Spencer’s, looking intently at him.

“I fucking mean it. Stay the fuck away from her. I won’t tell you again.” He says matter-of-factly, waiting for Spencer to nod, before removing his face from Spencer’s and quickly striding off back toward the dinner party.

Daryl sits back down next to you, his chest huffing up and down as the adrenaline begins to subside from his body. You notice and look over at him worriedly, you never like to see him worked up like that.

“Everything okay?” You ask a little worried.

Daryl takes a deep breath and calms his breathing, looking at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

“Everything is just fine, baby.” He says in soft tone, one that contradicts his earlier behavior, but you melt into him anyway.

He rests his forehead against yours for a moment and smiles at you, pulling you into a soft, gentle kiss. He pulls away, kisses you on your forehead and turns back to finish his meal, grabbing your hand into his under the table.