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sttoru · 9 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

⟣ sypnosis. you had been in your first ever relationship with suguru for a couple months now. neither of you have taken your relationship to the next level; suguru was extremely patient and never brought the topic of sex up until you one day decide you were ready.

⟣ note. first fic for my event :3 i spent way too much time on this fic so it turned out very detailed, long, romantic and fluffy. i hope you all enjoy and appreciate it teehee. this post contains smut, proceed at own risk ! wc: around 6.1k

⟣ tags. soft dom!geto suguru x virgin!female reader. fluff + smut. slow burn. age gap (reader 20-ish, suguru around 29/30), little talks about insecurity, loss of virginity, breast play, edging, teasing, fingering, lots of praise, dirty talk, size difference!, p in v — unprotected (dont b like reader and use protection please), creampie, aftercare, suguru’s really romantic and just a softie for u, suguru being a good ‘dad’ to mimiko and nanako and teeny tiny bits of him secretly being a pervert.

never in a million years had suguru expected his girlfriend to be so upfront about such a big, personal decision. the thought of having you say those words had never crossed his mind.

“can you repeat that for me, sweetheart?”

could you blame him for asking you to clarify the words you’ve uttered? that man has seen you as an oblivious and innocent woman ever since the start of your relationship. of course, unbeknownst to him, your thoughts were anything but that.

you may be a virgin, but your mind was a place for the most lewd and nasty thoughts. it’s just that you’ve been scared of being intimate with a man—it’s frightening, especially when having heard the many online stories about how badly it could hurt. some say that such descriptions were over exaggerating, however your inexperience still lead you to believe everything you’ve read about the topic.

and then you started dating an older man named suguru. you’ve met him by chance at a mall in kyoto and he was the first one who approached the other. you remember how suguru politely asked you for some advice regarding what type of presents he should get for ‘two teenage girls’. of course, you agreed to helping him out and that’s how you two eventually ended up brainstorming about possible ideas in a cozy café.

once seated, chosen drinks in both your hands, you asked the man whether the gifts were meant for his daughters. somehow, that’s the first connection the neurones in your brain had made once suguru told you about the two teenagers he was picking out presents for.

you remember it vividly; the sweet, gentle sound of the laughter that accounted as your answer, the eyes of the then stranger looking rather nostalgic as they stared into the liquid in his cup. suguru responded vaguely; “i guess you could say that, yes.”

that little ‘date’—if you could call it that—ended on a wholesome note. suguru thanked you for your time and made sure that you safely got into the train you needed to take home. he did want to offer you a car ride, however he kept that question to himself since he knew that no woman would voluntarily agree to be taken home by a stranger. even if suguru had the purest of intentions.

there were a couple more dates that followed after that one; all where you both gradually got to know each other better. you’ve found out so much about suguru—the details about his own life being both fascinating and sad at the same time. likewise, suguru had also learned much about you. he always shows great interest in what you tell him, even if it’s a minuscule detail. he remembers it all as well—a feature which caused you to feel funny things in your stomach.

you realised you were catching feelings for that mysterious yet sweet and loving man; it was inevitable. the way he makes you giggle, his respectful and easygoing manner of speaking, the slight touches you two shared on accident.. all of it added to your little crush.

however, you didn’t actually think suguru was falling for you too. you only met up for a few times, plus, you seem out of his league—both due to your age gap and difference in the things you’re pursuing at the time. you were in college, trying to get your degree whilst he already had a job as a powerful leader of an organisation and was trying to achieve one of many goals with them.

there’s not a chance he’d like you, right?

wrong. you were confessed to a couple weeks after your first meeting and have been in a relationship for over 4 months now. it still felt like a dream; having your first boyfriend be such a gentleman. it truly felt like you already met the love of your life whenever he was near.

suguru’s been nothing but sweet and caring to you, has never asked you to engage in any sexual activities nor even ever dared to touch you in places you haven’t consented to. the furthest you’ve gone in terms of intimacy in those four months, were make-out sessions. just some tongue action here and there—adding sprinkles of neck kisses and hickeys.

there were times where you wanted to let things escalate, however you couldn’t bring it upon yourself to ask your lover. suguru wasn’t the person to decide your feelings for you either—if there was no verbal consent coming from your lips, he’s not going any further. even if he wanted to as well.

you were grateful that suguru was that willing to wait for you, no matter how long it might take. not only were you anxious of the possible pain the sex would bring, but it was partially due to the fact that your lover was much more experienced in that field.

what if you were lacking? what if it wasn’t satisfactory enough for him and he’d eventually leave you for it? it’s obvious that suguru wasn’t the type of man to actually do that, however you couldn’t stop the many possibilities from running free in your brain.

your change of mind was rather spontaneous; it was today when you suddenly came up with your final decision. you were staying over at suguru’s, the sun was out and he was sitting on his balcony, reading a book whilst sipping on his coffee. what caught your eye was his bare back and the muscles which were on display to you.

suguru was shirtless and the seams of light were making his skin glisten—the view making your own body hot and bothered. you bit your lip and approached your boyfriend from behind, wrapping your arms around his shoulders before kissing his neck. that skin-to-skin contact made you sure of your decision; you needed him. in more ways than one.

that’s how you ended up saying what you said. the statement left suguru baffled since you uttered it in his ear out of the blue. he couldn’t deny one thing however; the idea certainly did send a shiver of excitement down his spine.

“i said,” you repeat with a little mischievous grin, leaning in closer to your lover once he turned around to face you properly—as if searching for any hints that your words were indeed not his imagination, “i wanna lose my virginity to you.”

it wasn’t. you actually said it—the words that would take your relationship a step further. although, suguru couldn’t help but wonder where your sudden decision came from. his hands found their way to yours and he held onto them like they were two delicate flowers.

“i’m happy to hear that, though i’m curious,” your lover starts off carefully as he places chaste yet soft kisses on your palms, “why so sudden?”

you shrug nonchalantly like you didn’t feel that twinge of nervousness in the back of your mind as you felt suguru’s lips on your skin. ‘it really was happening now, was it?’—that kind of feeling was the cause of your subtle anxiousness.

“well, ehh— you just looked good.. sitting there.. i guess.” you mumble, voice trailing off in embarrassment whilst your eyes darted around the balcony in attempt to avoid suguru’s gaze. your flustered expression and adorable confession makes him laugh gently. it was not a mocking laugh at all—more of an amused one;

“just when i thought you couldn’t get any cuter..” the long-haired man muses, the locks of his bangs grazing ever so slightly against your hands as he keeps holding them, “you never fail to surprise me, do you know that?”

suguru had a way with words that made you weak in the knees. or maybe it’s simply because he’s shirtless and kissing your palms so romantically. you don’t know which one it was.

“but, love,” suguru continues carefully as he stands up, your eyes following his as he towers over you, “are you a hundred percent sure? i don’t want to do anything you aren’t comf—“

“yes.” your answer cut your boyfriend off and he’s left in shock once more. your eyes were filled with determination, yet the faint glint of nervousness in them didn’t escape suguru’s sight. you’ve given your verbal consent and are even the first one to suggest the idea— what more could he ask of you?

there hung a silence between you two, the breeze blowing through suguru’s dark locks making him look even more majestic than he already was. you had no doubt about it; today was going to be the day. it had to be.

“then, if you’d let me have this,” his low voice sounded more sensual than it had ever been as his hand found its place on your cheek, fingertips rubbing against your ear, thumb softly pressing onto your skin—

a slow and romantic kiss followed straight afterwards. it had caught you slightly off guard, even when knowing fully well that this was what you were longing for.

his lips moved in tandem against yours, the soft touch making you feel certain emotions that you hadn’t even thought existed. this man whom you called your lover had never been unable to expose you to new sensations. and soon, he’ll grant you another one. a much pleasurable one.

one arm circled your waist, the other held up, hand on the back of your head to deepen the passion-filled kiss you shared. his lips parted your lightly trembling ones, the tips of your tongues attentively rubbing against one another as if to test the waters; was it fine to go further? are we actually doing this?

you were. it was set in stone as your throat formed soft noises of satisfaction, shaky breaths being exchanged by the two lovers on the balcony—not one of you realising that the weather was changing in the background. the sun was setting, creating the perfect mood for the situation as you were still engrossed by each other’s moves and touches.

it was only for the sake of catching your breath that you had pulled away. your cheeks felt hot, as did your entire body which was still pressed against suguru’s—chest to chest. the proximity was one you both had enjoyed many moments before, however this instant was unlike any other. you both knew as you stared at each other in silence, your quick breaths doing the talking instead.

“will you let me..” the voice of which you have grown to adore spoke to you, the owner grasping your attention once more by holding onto your hand. suguru’s fingers smoothly slid across your skin until they found the puzzle they were meant to complete—that being the gaps between your own fingers. once your hands were tightly intertwined, the man finishes his sentence;

“will you let me love you?”

his face was still close to yours as he uttered those beautiful words to you, warm breath lightly fanning the thin strands of hair on your cheeks to the side, lips subconsciously trying to brush against yours once more. but, they could wait. they could wait until the agreement leaves your mouth.

“of course.” the answer escapes before you could even register it properly. this makes suguru smile against your lips as he captured them in another sweet kiss. he muttered a small ‘thank you’ and then swept your legs off the floor—strong arms placed under your thighs to hold you up against his body whilst the hungry kisses continue.

suguru doesn’t know how he got there; carrying you over to his bed, settling you down onto the soft mattress, his body caging yours underneath him, eyes fluttering over every detail of your exposed skin. he hadn’t had you like this ever before; he hadn’t had you in his bed for a reason as sinful as this, only ever for cuddles or sleep.

“you’re beautiful.” the dark-haired man whispers as he carefully takes off the clothing covering your figure—the gorgeous skin his hands still have yet to explore. suguru can’t remember the last time he has treated anyone like this; like a treasure he’s had the honour to find and keep to himself. there hasn’t been a single woman in his life that he’s cared for this much—you’re the only one capable of mellowing him and his heart.

“stunning,” another compliment; another breath spent to praise you. your lover’s fingers teased the edges of your bra, lips kissing down your collarbone and towards the centre of your chest—each touch being done with precision. your bra became undone a second later and you let the straps fall of your arms, all the way until your breasts were fully revealed.

suguru’s breath hitches, mouth forming more saliva than in any previous instants, the liquid being pushed down his throat with a gulp. you didn’t have the chance to feel conscious of yourself in a moment like this; the dim light of the bedside lamp shone on suguru’s face, his lips glistening with a mixture of your saliva whilst his gaze was lingering on the new sight in front of him—he was utterly obsessed.

“may i?” his hands were already reaching out for the plump flesh and they came in touch once you nodded shyly. his palms were warm as they kneaded your breasts and his fingers brushed against your nipples, which made you whimper from how sensitive they were now that someone else has finally touched them.

suguru took notice of your reaction and put pressure on both small buds once again, thumbs rubbing your areolas in circular motions, “that good, princess?”

“mhmm— y-yes,” you mutter through a moan. your body was pushed further onto the mattress as your lover put more of his weight on you, your entire chest area getting covered by licks and kisses, slow and deliberate ones that left you yearning for more. suguru’s eyes gazed up at yours for consent once his parted lips hovered just above your sensitive nipples, his breath on them alone making you squirm already.

with another nod, suguru wasted no time taking one nipple into his warm mouth—wetting it with his saliva as his tongue slid around the area. his long fingers squeezed, twisted and pulled on your other nipple to give you both stimulations at once.

“mm, so good.” his muffled voice caused goosebumps to appear on your skin. suguru slowly lets his lips travel across your tits, sucking on them, even kissing down the curves until he reaches your torso. he gives that area the same amount of love and attention whilst your fingers were tangled around his smooth, long hair. suguru clearly seemed to enjoy the sensations; he let out small moans and hums against your bare skin to indicate that you should continue playing and tugging at his locks.

his tongue abruptly came to a stop right above the waistline of your panties—the barrier he was about to reach past for the first time. the hesitation was visible in his body language, however his fingers eventually tugged at the fabric, preparing to take it off.

your heart was beating out of your chest as you watched suguru slowly pull the last piece of cloth away. your thighs pressed together on instinct, stopping your panties from exposing your bare cunt.

“should i stop?” suguru asks with a raised eyebrow, fingers pulling away from your underwear now that he’s seen you close your legs. you didn’t want him to stop—it’s just the nerves that made your body move on its own command;

“please— no,” you shake your head, biting your lip as you swallowed your own saliva out of pure desire. you craved him now that it’s come this far, “need you. need you so bad, suguru.”

those words caused suguru’s brain to shut down. any irrelevant thoughts were thrown out of the window; the only thing his mind was telling him to do, was to take care of your needs. your body was laid out on his bed—trusting eyes looking up at his in anticipation, pretty hands grasping onto his sheets like it’d calm you down.

“i’m all yours, sweetheart.” suguru sighs, fingertips slightly shaking as he pulls your panties down to your ankles, eyes pausing on the revelation. to say that suguru was simply rendered speechless, was an understatement. that man was on the verge of letting loose of any self-control and just dive his face right between your thighs, eating you out like he’s fantasised of doing for a while now.

“fuck.” your boyfriend closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself before opening them to smile down at you—the handsome smile that was one of the many reasons you fell in love with him, “i’ll be careful. i promise.”

naturally, you nodded along. you’ve built up enough trust between one another during the past few months to let yourself be vulnerable in front of him. the palm of his hands patted your thighs slightly before spreading them apart, once again showing your glistening folds, a slight wetness to them from your own arousal.

suguru couldn’t help but lick his lips at the sight. he’d already have devoured your dripping cunt if it wasn’t for his self-control. but, it was your first time. he couldn’t rush into things just yet.

“thank you, baby.” the dark-haired man whispered under his breath. he was showing his gratitude for the sight you allowed him to see—a sight only he had ever seen before. the only man to be able to witness the beauty before him. that fact alone made his eyes darken in lust ever so slightly.

his fingers carefully slid across your vulva, your bodily fluid coating the skin which makes him shiver and his fingers get bolder. the cute sounds that filled his ears were only making this even better for him.

the way your hips bucked up slightly into his touch—just asking for suguru to take you right then and there—was driving him insane. every vein in his body felt like it could pop with how much he was restraining his own self from acting out of line. his finger easily slid into the little hole and suguru almost couldn’t believe it; your pussy was clamping down on his finger, your insides tightly wrapped around him to the point that even he wouldn’t know if his dick would fit in.

“hnnngh, suguru, please— wan’ your cock already,” that dirty sounding sentence was one he didn’t expect to hear from a virgin. it made him shake his head with a small, delighted chuckle; you really never failed to surprise him.

“i know you do,” suguru purrs, pressing kisses against the curves of your tits whilst another finger of his joined to stretch your pussy out properly, “but i need to prep you enough if you wanna take my cock. can you be patient for me, sweetheart?”

“m’kay. gonna try..” his fingers pumped in and out of you, the feeling of them curling up deep inside you made your walls squeeze against them. you’ve played with yourself before, of course, however it was then that you discovered that nothing could ever compare to the real thing: suguru’s long and slightly girthy fingers.

just when you thought that it couldn’t get any better, you felt a third finger—not inside you--but on your clit, rubbing the small bundle of nerves like you could’ve never done to yourself. suguru was so precise and exact with his actions which showed his experience. that’s another reason of why you’ve put all your trust in him. getting your virginity taken by a sweet, older and experienced man was probably ten times better than losing it to any guy your age, who were probably only out for sex.

suguru was there to make love to you.

your back arched once you felt suguru’s fingers increase their pace, the wet and squelchy sounds echoing through the room as they got louder the more your pussy got played with, his thumb almost overstimulating your clit to the point of release already—that’s how superb your lover’s hand movements were.

“no, no. can’t have you cum on my fingers like that.” you whine once you felt suguru take his fingers back the same moment you were about to reach your first orgasm by someone else’s hands. the older man smirks at this and kisses you on the lips, pulling away slowly with your bottom lip between his teeth, letting it lightly flop back into place as he lets go; “i wanna have you cum together with me, okay?”

you couldn’t refuse such a romantic request, thus you nod. suguru smiles back at you once more before his hands move to take off his sweatpants, tossing the piece of clothing to the side. your eyes widened as you were propped on your elbows, gaze lingering on the massive bulge formed at the crotch area, his boxers not hiding much of the shape.

once the underwear was off as well—that’s when you realised that your underlying anxiousness was not for nothing. suguru’s cock sprung free, it was slightly curved near his pink tip, drops of pre-cum flowing down the length. you haven’t ever seen a dick in real life, only ever on the internet, so this had left you stunned. you didn’t know what the average size was for a man, but there’s one thing you knew for sure: suguru was definitely way above the average size.

“cat got your tongue, princess?” he teased, his hand absentmindedly pumping his cock to the sight of your naked body underneath him. suguru didn’t even know that he started doing that in front of you; it was out of pure instinct. he couldn’t hide the excitement in his body, his shaft twitching in his hand as if it desperately wanted to feel your tight cunt around it.

“uhm, s-suguru..” you stammer a bit, biting your lip as your eyes followed his hand motions which got faster once your sweet voice called out to him. something about you looking a tad bit intimidated by his size made him want to destroy your insides to mush—have you beg him to fuck you as he bullies his whole length into your poor, small cunt.

“i know, i know..” suguru reassures you, free hand giving you a few consoling head pats, “i’ll try to make it as less painful as possible, okay?”

you hum and watch how your lover settles between your legs, spreading them enough to kneel before you, upper body bending forward to place soft pecks on your forehead; he was encouraging and preparing you more in his own way.

your arms instantly wrapped around his back, sweaty palms set underneath his shoulder blades—you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, just waiting on that moment. that feeling you’ve been craving, yet also have been avoiding.

you waited for a bit, however the only sounds heard and sensations felt were the slight dent in the mattress near one side of your body, the bed creaking faintly. suguru was leaning on side of his body, one arm stretched out to open a drawer, apparently searching for a condom.

once you realised what he was doing, you shook your head and tapped his back twice to regain suguru’s attention. his gaze immediately flickered over to yours and his head tilted to the side in curiosity; “i want the full experience—no condom, please.”

his eyes widened at the request. you seemed to be dead serious, eyes glinting determinedly, lips forming a little pout— it was impossible to refuse you, although suguru knew that he had to play the role of the older, more wise and experienced lover in the back of his mind.

he parted his lips to list off the reasons why you should let him use a condom, yet the words died on his tongue. you were impossible to say ‘no’ to. not when you’re looking up at him with those pretty eyes.

“whatever princess wants, princess gets.”

suguru prodded your entrance with the fat head of his cock, circling the hole and wetting it more by using a mixture of his pre-cum and your own arousal. you took another deep breath and tried your best to hold tightly onto your boyfriend, arms wrapped tightly around his back with your face nuzzled in the crook of his neck—bracing for impact.

“tell me if it hurts too much,” suguru whispers in your ear, leaving one last kiss on your temples before pushing his hips forward, folds stretching out and apart to allow his cock through and into your pussy.

did it hurt like you expected? yes. it most certainly did. maybe even worse than you were prepared for.

“fuck— nhhh, fuckfuckfuck!” you hiss whilst your nails dig into the skin of suguru’s back, probably leaving red marks because of how much you’re clinging onto him—like your life depened on it. that’s quite literally what it felt like to you; body being forced to part and make way for suguru inside you, pussy feeling like it was burning by how big of a stretch it was to fit him in—if he actually would be able to push all of his inches into your tight hole.

“sshh, shh, it’s okay, try to relax for me, yeah?” your lover comforts you the best he could, stilling his movements for a couple seconds before gently slipping his cock further into you. it pained him to see the discomfort written over your face, however you hadn’t made any clear signs of wanting this to come to a halt. in fact, you were encouraging him to continue whenever he stopped at any indication of hurt.

“i can take it.. p-promise,” you manage to moan out. suguru breathed in deeply at your words and nodded, kissing your lips in hopes to distract you from any pain you’re feeling, “you’re too good to me, sweetheart. really.”

both of you exhaled deeply as suguru finally bottomed out, a long minute of reassurance and pushing now behind your back. your eyes had watered up a little, chest heaving as you tried to accommodate to the new feeling inside of you.

“take your time.” suguru utters gently, voice sultry and sweet whenever its directed at you. his lips graze against your cheeks, smothering the area with pecks to take your mind off anything else. the locks of black hair tickle your chin and nose, the hairtie that usually kept a good chunk of his hair in a bun now out of sight.

suguru hadn’t taken anyone’s virginity before and that’s what also made this opportunity special to him. he didn’t know how to thank you with words, so he showed his gratitude throughout his actions; lips kissing your shiny tears away, moving across your face to your forehead and eventually to your own round lips which had formed a cute pout.

you could feel suguru smile against your mouth, his tongue gently tracing the outline of your lips whilst mumbling words of affection and praise; “you’re taking it so well, baby. such a good girl for me— love you so much.”

you giggled lightly at your lover’s appreciative remarks, focusing on returning the kiss instead of the tingling feeling in your lower body. you pulled away after a bit and looked up at him with nothing but pure adoration; “i love you too, suguru.”

if suguru had the ability to freeze time, he’d want to do it during this moment, just to relive this bit over and over. he’s sure that this exact instant will be engraved into his memory for the many years to come.

and once you’ve given him the green light to move, he did it with caution, slowly but surely. his hips moved back and then forwards, girthy cock dragging along your walls at a leisurely pace, but just enough to make your pain transform into pleasure.

suguru’s big hands were placed on your hips, sometimes they’d leave their position to cup your chin and make you face him. he doesn’t want you to look away from his eyes; he’ll think you don’t like this if you do. besides, the thing he loves most about being in the missionary position, is that he’s able to hear how good he’s making you feel whilst looking into your eyes to see your face scrunch up in satisfaction. it’s so romantic and perfect. just like you.

“my little princess is so pretty.” suguru sighs in content and kisses your tears away, thrusting into your tight cunt in a comfortable pace—not too fast but not too slow, “the way you take my cock and still manage to look beautiful while doing it— you’re incredible.”

if the physical pleasure wasn’t enough, his added commentary would certainly be. you moan and whimper phrases that sound like his name over and over again; you didn’t know what else to say as your mind was foggy with the amazing sensations your body was experiencing for the first time. that was fine with suguru since all he wants was to see you enjoy yourself—this moment was for you. everything he did was for you—every thrust, every kiss, every touch.

“nhhg, too good, so good!” you mewl and leave more scratch marks across suguru’s back, ones which he didn’t mind at all. it only served as further proof of this special moment. the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of your insides, puffy folds parted widely to make room for more of his length until it felt like he actually was balls deep.

“mhm—you’re, haah, tight..” the once calm and collected man seemed to let loose of himself the more he felt your cunt swallow him all the way, gripping onto his dick as if you didn’t want to ever let go. suguru grunts and moves down to leave a couple hickeys across your neck, hips non-stop pushing against yours, “don’t think i can last long—fuck, yeah—you feel amazing, baby.”

your eyes roll back as the pleasure seems to build up in your stomach as well. it felt like a coil that threatened to snap at any moment and it’d release another immense wave of pleasure upon breaking. your body was on fire, sweaty and hot, just like suguru’s.

“can you cum with me, princess? can you wait and hold on for me?” he asks, and the questions sound impossible, however you could at least try your best to fulfil his desires. you’d also want nothing more than to reach your peak together with the man you loved.

“okay—mmhh—together.” you nod and your body tenses up, legs subconsciously moving to wrap around suguru’s waist, heels of your feet simultaneously tapping against his lower back along with his hip movements. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out for as your breathing patterns changes, whiney gasps and choked up moans escaping the back of your throat as your clit bumps against his pelvis over and over.

“almost, almost—“ suguru curses through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching while yours did the opposite. your body rocked back and forth and the bed felt like it was shaking along as well. you could tell by the way suguru’s hips rolled against yours that he was close—his eyebrows were furrowed, eyes half-lidded but not closed to still hold contact with yours and his hands clutched onto your waist. all indications of his nearing climax.

“mnph, gonna cum— shit, shit, shit, i’m gonna cum—“ suguru swears under his breath a couple times more before snapping back into reality at the last few seconds. he realised once again that he didn’t have a condom on, so his first rational thought was to pull out and finish himself outside of your body.

you were also nearing your own orgasm, not thinking rationally due to the intensity of the moment, any other thoughts except for the man on top of you were thrown out of the window. you felt suguru try to pull his twitching and throbbing cock out before it could spurt its cum inside of your dripping cunt.

you whined and shook your head, pulling suguru in for a deep kiss while tightening the grasp your legs had around his hips; “w-want to feel you cum in me— want you to fill me up while i finish too.”

suguru’s breath caught in his throat, almost choking on his own saliva from your bold requests. his only rational thought instantly vanished from his mind, now all that’s left was pure love, pleasure and desire. the mental image of his cum spilling and filling your pussy to the brim drove him to the edge.

“all yours, i’m going to give it all to you, princess, yeah? fuck !” both of you relinquished in the feeling of bliss, the warmth and build up reaching its designated ending— the expected waves of pleasure washing over you both. series of soft moans, whimpers and groans filled the room as your pussy was flooded with lots of hot cum.

it was like suguru hadn’t came in years—that’s how incredible that orgasm was experienced by the dark-haired male. the same thing goes for you; your legs were shaking, hips squirming up in aftershocks as you squeezed down on suguru’s cock, quite literally milking him dry of every drop.

“nhh, haah— suguru, love,” your tired and powerless whispers caught his attention immediately. your trembling hand held onto his cheek in attempt to make him look at you. suguru’s fingers curled around your wrist, turning your hand away from his face and to the side so he’ll have access to your palm. his lips left a ticklish trail of pecks on them until his mouth found its home: your lips.

the two of you exchanged deep, exhausted breaths, your boyfriend eventually pulling out and rolling onto his side to cradle you into his arms—hand placed on the back of your head to rest your body against his chest. the following seconds were spent cuddling as you tried to regain composure.

“you were amazing.” suguru sighs, chin resting on top of your head whilst his hand rubbed your bare back in comfort, “are you okay, sweetheart? nothing feeling off or anything of that sorts?”

you shake your head and snuggle up against your lover, content with how things are right now. the afterglow of your little session—of your first time, made you happier than ever. you couldn’t believe it’d feel this good. maybe it’s due to the one you’ve lost your virginity to.

“i’m okay.” you mumble and lift your head up to look suguru in the eyes, faces only inches away from each other. there were no words in the dictionary that could describe how you two felt. the closest word to explain it would be flawless.

“i’m glad, baby. thank you for trusting me.” suguru flashes you a small smile and strokes your head. you stay like that, bodies intertwined in a deep and comfortable hug, whispers of sweet nothings filling your ears and subtle gestures of love making you feel secure.

a couple minutes later and suguru noticed how you started to doze off. he chuckled to himself before pulling away from your hug and standing up, only to have you pout and complain about the loss of warmth.

“i’m just going to clean you up, love.” the soft-spoken man utters to you, laughing quietly at the adorable state you were in at the moment. you were so dependent on him.

“should i prepare us a warm, relaxing bubble bath as well?” he asks, squatting down near the edge of his bed and taking your hands in his, maintaining eye contact as per usual.

“that’d be nice.” you nod and feel your eyelids close slowly, “can’t promise i won’t fall asleep, though.”

suguru lets out a soft exhale through his nose, corner of his lips curling upwards at your little comment. he couldn’t believe he ended up dating such an unbelievably wonderful girl. it’s a blessing in his life of curses.

“i’ll make sure to at least clean you up if you do fall asleep, don’t worry. you’re safe with me.”

you were sure he was an angel sent down from heaven. it was more than clear to you—even if it may not be to many others out there.

“thank you, suguru.” you murmur as your body relaxes into the soft mattress, “i love you.”

“i love you too. more than you could imagine.”

#ෆ : choose your fate.#jjk smut #jjk x reader #geto smut #geto x reader #jjk x you #geto x you #getou suguru x reader #jjk fic

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deadghosy · 2 months

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Okay, I saw the part in the noob!reader post about Kirby. I love Kirby and would love a Kirby!reader in hazbin hotel. Like how he is cute but can consume worlds and everyone is just like *pikachu shocked face*, same with him being able to pull out random weapons from his abilities. I can imagine he got there from a new weird portal and meta knight is like “where is he NOW?”.

Kirby is a being of chaos and I love him ❤️

I ALSO LOVE KIRBBY I WAS A BIG KIRBY KIN💗💗 🦆

HAZBIN HOTEL X KIRBY! READER

prompt: you lost the sight of your best friend only to be somewhere completely different.

Meta knight was walking ahead of you as you picked up flowers with your cute smile. “Poyo!” You said smiling ready to show meta knight your flowers you picked up into a bouquet.

When all of a sudden, you were getting pulled into a red portal as you screamed out to meta knight who seemed to be in his own world.

“POYO! POYO!” You then get sucked in as meta knight turns to see nothing. “Reader/Kirby?…..where is he NOW!” Meta knight exclaims, his accent thickening in worry as he runs around the area calling out your name.

Meta was basically that Brandon rogers meme when he lost his “child” 😭

You swirl in the portal to get thrown out and roll into the feet of a person. “Oh my! Are you okay sweetie?” The sweet voice says as she picks you up. Charlie looked worry seeing you dizzy. “Poyoo..” you said with a dazed out look from your trip of the portal.

Charlie took you in her hotel, getting you water and suited to rest as vaggie checks up. After 24 hours, they kept you as you became part of the hotel staff.

I headcannon you once accidentally swallowed Angel because you saw him as a regular spider. You literally transformed into his color palette before Charlie made you cough him up.

Angel was so traumatized 😭

I imagine you literally almost ending hell’s population by yourself cause you were hungry..you dead ass ran through the streets eating random shit. Thank goodness Lucifer picked you up and ran.

You once walked into Lucifer brain storming and he saw you…he immediately had a new idea for his duck creation. He made you stay in his room until Charlie said it was your bed time.

Vaggie always keep tabs on you so you don’t cause trouble around the pride ring and the hotel.

IMAGINE HOW YOU LITERALLY ATE A BUILDING…A FUCKING BUILDING AND HUSK WHO TOOK YOU FOR A ERRAND STROLL WAS LIKE

The egg boiz

Nahh cause you definitely had swallowed up the egg boiz to have a egg shell around you to hide in the egg shell like an ability.

Sir Pentious is always scared of the fact of you just eating him. But you don’t cause you literally get fed chips by the bar. So Pentious calms down and lets you have some time with him

Lucifer would probably make you inhale one of his rubber ducks so you can have a duck beak and wings just so he can chase you around with heart eyes excited that his hyperfixation became real

You have a duck hat and a duck pj set. ALSO WITH AN APPLE THEME SET WHICH IS FAMOUS IN MORNINGSTAR FAMILY ❤️❤️

I can see you always following Alastor like the egg boiz did in “scrambled eggs” 😭 except you just waddle beside him cutely

“Poyoooo… poyoooo..” you said softly as you tug on Alastor’s pant leg. Alastor looks down slightly entertained by your language and gesture for him to look at you.

“Well aren’t you an eager little thing…” alastor says picking you up and taking you to show Rosie his new found friend.

Husk once

STOP IT CAUSE WHAT IF YOU INHALED A KNIFE AND EQUIPPED IT ONLY YOU BE THAT FUCKIN MEME WITH KIRBY HOLDING A KNIFE😭😭

YOU WOULD STAB SOMEONE’S TOES AND KNEES YOU ABSOLUTE MENACE!!‼️

You definitely stood outside of the Vee’s tower holding the knife with a smile as Valentino looks so scared closing his curtains.

#justiceforangeldust

Angel dust loves you to the point he might adopt you as a sibling since you are pink like him.

Charlie and vaggie are the parents who maintain what you eat and sleep. Dead as you were gonna eat a butterfly when vaggie picked you up like “NOPE! NOT TODAY!” And took you inside for the rest of the time-

See I can personally just imagine that Kirby gif where Kirby eats the whole ass meal on the table. So imagine the crew’s face seeing you do that shit 😭

I can see you getting on fat nuggets and just start to ride fat nuggets like a cowboy 😭💗

Angel definitely recorded it as you just smile while fat nuggets runs around the hotel freely.

I headcannon you bought a bunch a flowers for the crew and the was so adorable how you just picked each flower matching the cast’s colors

Imagine you just watching a hell cartoon and Vox is like “kill them! Kill your entire family” as you jolted shocked and cry at the scary tv man

Niffty once fed you dust particles thinking it wouldn’t affect you…it did cause you coughed and got sick. Niffty cried, not thinking it would harm you as she sniffles giving you soup in your room.

Niffty was banned from making lunch for you😭

Alastor be trying to troll you into eating cannibal meat, like dead ass he would make you a sandwich with “turkey” meat. But you could already smell THE MUSSTTT 🤮

So he failed with that mission. But at least you like his radio station and his jazz music.

Charlie brought you to her meeting with the first man so she can feel comfortable as you are kinda like her service animal.

Adam actually would like you cause you love to eat endlessly and you are pick up size. This mf will literally pick you up with one hand and dribble you like a basketball or treat you like a damn football💀

“Hey lute! Go long!” “Yes sir!” Lute replies back as she moves back far. Adam launches you making you scream as lute flies up and catches you.

“GOALLLL! FUCK YEAH!” Lute says accidentally throwing you off of the cloud floor they were on. “LUTE WTF?!” Adam yells looking at you fall before a portal had eaten you up. “Well damnit…I was gonna miss that lil pink shit.” Adam says before walking away with lute close behind him

Meta knight is back at home was tweaking out as he literally sobs eating with a picture of you on the table. He misses you deeply as he stares at the photo before looking down. “My friennnd…” he says with a sniffle as he covers his face.

Good ending was that you plopped down on the table from the portal as meta immediately hugs you as you smiled happily, showing him the flowers. You guys ate dinner happily!

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auras-moonstone · 4 months

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HEAR ME OUT! Tara and Y/n has been together ever since the massacre in Woodsboro but Tara (like that bitch she is) treats her like shit while drunk at a party, ending up in a breakup. Ethan steps in and takes her home and it ends up in Smut/fluff.

stars around my scars — ethan landry

word count: 1,174

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: after witnessing the way tara mistreats y/n at the party, ethan takes her home to take care of her.

warnings: toxic relationship. fluff.

Y/N ALWAYS HAD ALWAYS KNOWN TARA DIDN’T LIKE HER AS MUCH AS SHE DID. She had always known deep down that the petite girl had feelings for Amber, but she had been too scared of ruining their friendship so she settled for the second option—her. And call her masochist, but Y/N never cared as long as she could call Tara hers.

And then, there was Amber’s betrayal and death. It sent Tara down a rabbit hole. She had never been in love with Y/N, but at least she used to care about her. She was sweet and attentive despite her heart belonging to someone else. Now, Y/N was simply the person she kept at arm’s length as a distraction from pain. Parties and alcohol were also things that helped her with that.

The party the group was currently at landed on a very convenient day—it marked one year from the Woodsboro killings, and Tara made it her mission to get as intoxicated as possible, trying to get her mind off things.

“Tara, please stop. You’ve drunk way too much.” Y/N said to her girlfriend, who was frenetically searching for another bottle of vodka.

“Jesus, leave me alone, Y/N.” the girl rolled her eyes. “Don’t you have anything better to do than suffocating me with your clingyness?”

Y/N sighed. “I’m just taking care of you. You’re going to regret drinking so much in the morning.”

“Are you deaf or something? I said leave me the fuck alone. I just want to drink and forget about everything.”

“I know, T. But you’re very drunk, and you keep mixing drinks. It’s gonna land you in the hospital.” Y/N carefully grabbed her girlfriend’s hand, but the girl shoved it away as if the touch had burnt her.

“You’re not her, don’t you get it? You’ll never be her. I just wish you’d leave me the fuck alone. I don’t love you, stop trying to make me love you. It’s not going to happen. Ever.” Tara spat, voice loud enough to make people look.

Y/N stood still, not knowing what to say or do. Her brain couldn’t formulate any words, she just felt a gigantic knot on her throat and tears blurring her vision. The pity glances were overwhelming, and she wanted to get away from them so badly, but her feet wouldn’t cooperate.

Ethan, who had witnessed the harsh words from a few feet away, rushed towards them as soon as he noticed her friend’s frozen state. “You’re a fucking bitch.” he glared at Tara, and silently added ‘and you deserve everything that’s coming to you.’ “Let’s go, Y/N/N. I’m taking you home.”

Y/N followed the boy without a second guess. Ethan didn’t utter a single word on the way home, he just tucked her under his arm and affectionately rubbed her arm. And as always, his presence was comforting.

He was always there for her, lifting her spirits up and offering his ear whenever she needed someone to talk to. Even though Y/N could sense what his thoughts about her relationship with Tara were, Ethan had never judged her for her questionable and stupid choices.

Ethan had tried very hard not to spill every thought he had about it, because as much as she wanted to open Y/N’s eyes, he knew she hadn’t been ready for the truth. And deep down, Y/N sensed that. But that night, she felt it was time to hear his opinion.

“Thank you, Eth. For everything.” she finally said once they reached his apartment.

Ethan sat beside her on the couch with a glass of water in his hand. “Anytime.” he replied, giving her the glass. “Y/N…” he said after a few seconds of dead silence.

“I know, Eth. I’m the most idiotic person in the world.” her eyes were glued to the floor, completely embarrassed by the fact that Ethan had to witness the way Tara had talked to her.

“Don’t do that. Don’t put the blame on you.” he kneeled between her legs, forcing her to look at him. “You’re so amazing, and I’m sorry Tara didn’t see that. You deserve so much better, Y/N/N. You were such a great girlfriend to her, and she took you for granted.”

“I should’ve ended it so long ago… but I don’t know, we’ve been through so much and I was scared that if I broke up with her, the group would put distance between us. I don’t want to be alone.”

Ethan grabbed her by the cheeks and caressed her face softly. His touch was so relaxing that it made her close her eyes, and before she knew what was doing, she started pressing kisses on his palm and wrists.

The boy’s heart was beating so fast that it felt like it wanted to escape through his chest. “I’m never leaving you. You’ll never be alone. Keep me close and I promise I’ll take care of you and make you feel loved.”

Y/N opened her eyes at that statement. Surprised vulnerable eyes met his determined and loving ones, and for the second time that night, she was left speechless. In the best way, Ethan took away her ability to speak.

“Since the very first night, you have been living free rent in my mind. Realizing you were taken was like a punch to the guts, but learning that your heart belonged to someone who didn’t appreciate it? It pierced my heart. Maybe I should’ve said something sooner, maybe you needed someone to help you open your eyes.”

Y/N shook her head. “I don’t know if I would’ve taken your advice, to be honest. I was blind. But Ethan, you’ve taken care of me from the beginning. You would break your back to make me break a smile, Eth. I want nothing more than to try something with you but I just got out of a relationship, I don’t know if my mind is in the right space to start something new.”

“I’m not saying we should start a relationship right now. I can wait, and in the meanwhile I can make you feel good, be whatever you need.”

“That wouldn’t be fair to you, Eth. I can’t use you like that.”

“Y/N, I’m begging you to use me. Fuck, I sound like a attention starved puppy, but I want you—whatever way you want me, whenever you want me and as long as you want to.”

Y/N searched for any sign of hesitation or reluctance, but the boy was determined. He really wanted this, and to be honest, so did she. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

Y/N nodded, the sides of her mouth lifting. “Right now, I need a kiss. You think you can give me that?”

Ethan grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards him, lips meeting aggressively. “Your lips taste so fucking good, baby. I think I’m already addicted.”

“Good, cause I think I’m addicted, too. I’ve never been kissed like this.” she said in between kisses.

“Then I guess we should never stop doing this.” he gripped her waist as he straddles her thighs.

Y/N’s hooded eyes connected with his and they both smiled. “Guess we shouldn’t.”

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normal-internet-user · 7 months

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hi! i would like to request a hurt/comfort fic for luke! it’ll be luke X GN!reader. the scenario would be that reader got badly injured when a monster appeared in the forest, and luke is trying his best to heal them (they are fine in the end).

(sorry if this was bad, this is my first request for a fic so i tried my best!)

thank you, and have a good day!

NO BUT LIKE THIS SNAPPED ME OUT OF MY WRITERS BLOCK- I JUST GOT BACK FROM A FAIR, I'M TIRED, HUNGRY, BUT I MUST WRITE-

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Eyes On Me, Baby

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Summary: On a walk with your boyfriend, monsters are just hell bent on ruining your mood.

Warnings: Injury (Not very descriptive): No mentioned godly parent for reader: Use of petnames (Babe, baby, honey): blood: angst to comfort: swearing:

Requested: Yuh

GN Reader!

Being a half-blood was hard.

Not that it was a big deal usually, but when one was bleeding out on the forest floor it was hard to not curse the god that made you.

Neither of you even saw the monster before it already clawed you, which you were almost positive Luke would beat himself up over for weeks.

"Okay- okay, I know you're dizzy baby, but you gotta keep your eyes open, okay? Eyes on me honey." Luke rambles, one hand pressed to your abdomen, the other digging around in your bag for the nectar you always kept. "Do not close your eyes."

"Didn't plan on it." You mumble, shaking your head to get rid of the fuzzy feeling taking over your brain. You yelp when he pours the nectar over your wound without warning.

"Don't sass me. Stay awake." He says quietly, his hand still pressed to your abdomen while he searched your bag for something to cover the wound with until he could carry you to the infirmary.

"I'll be sassy if I want to be- FUCK!" You hiss, mumbling a plethora of curses under your breath when a sharp pain racks your body.

He huffed when he found nothing, tugging his sweater over his head, tying it tightly around your wound, whispering comforting nothings when you groan.

"I gotta pick you up, baby. It's gonna hurt but we need to get back to camp." Luke says softly, pushing your hair up from your forehead in a soothing gesture.

"Are you ready? I'm gonna count to three, okay?" He says, waiting for your nod of comfirmation.

You mutter some weak agreement, and he nods, looping one arm under your knees and the other behind your back so he could pick you up bridal style.

"One, two-" Before her reaches three, he picks you up, wincing at the strained wail slipping past your lips, "I know, honey. I know." He mutters, holding you close while he carries you back to camp as quickly as he can without tripping over roots, or rocks.

"You said on three." You groan, looping your arms weakly around his neck.

"I know I did. I know." Luke rambles while he rushes you back to camp, whispering sweet comforts and praises the entire time. Begging you to stay awake. To keep you eyes open.

The dizzy feeling in your brain amplifies by the second, and it's starting to get hard to keep your eyes open.

Your vision feels fuzzy, and everything sounds like your underwater...

You hear muffled voices, feel the warmth of one of the infirmary cots, and a comforting hand in your hair before you fade into unconciousness...

You wake up with a low grown, and someone was quick to shower you with comforting words and ghosting touches to ease the tension in you muscles.

Your entire body felt sore, it even took effort to open your eyes.

"Luke..?" You mumble hoarsely, and he brushes his hand over your cheek.

"I'm right here, (Name)." He whispers, squeezing your hand, "How are you feeling?"

"Like shit." You reply, looking over at him with a weak grin.

He chuckles, leaning down to give you a kiss, "You scared the shit outta me, you know that?" He mumbles, still close enough for his breath to hit your lips, "Don't you ever do that to me again."

You were okay. Thank the gods you ended up being okay. Both of you know he never would have forgiven himself if anything worse happened.

"I love you." He says softly, kissing the tip of your nose, "Can't lose you, baby. Not ever. Do you hear me? I need you. Always."

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I'm not to happy with the ending, but I REALLY like the rest of it.

I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING GUYS LOOK AT ME GO-!

#normie writes #pjo luke #luke castellan x reader #luke x reader #luke castellan #pjo x reader #pjo x you #percy jackson and the olympians #luke x reader fluff #luke x reader angst #pjo

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starry-bi-sky · 8 months

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Part eight of Clone Danny au

"Who is this person?" Red Robin asks, and Danny huffs irritably. Gotham's cool air was seeping slowly into his clothes -- he never had a problem with it in Amity, he was always moving too much to get cold.

"Does it matter?" he signs sharply, his patience suddenly growing thin with his increasing paranoia. His mouth twisted into a scowl under his mask. "I have someone who can come pick me up, they're clearly not dangerous if they're friends with me."

Red Robin held his hands up in surrender, sighing in a way that made Danny's tired, scared brain almost see red. He whirled on Batman, "Do you have a payphone anywhere? A few cents so that I can call Spirit? Please?"

Silently, Batman reached for his utility belt, popped open one of the compartments, and pulled out a few quarters. Danny made a mental note to make himself some kind of utility belt -- a fanny pack maybe? -- he needed to be more prepared for the unexpected. Like Batman was.

He pressed the tip of his fingers to his chin and gestured outward, "Thank you." he says, and takes the quarters, clutching them tightly.

"Hn." Batman grunts, a flicks the compartment closed with a silent click. "There's a payphone nearby for you to use. I will show you it."

"Thank you," Danny signs again, slumping in relief. "I'm sorry again for being here. I didn't mean to. It's my first time fighting this guy."

Batman grunts again and steps to the side, unhooking his grappling hook from his belt. "Do you not have a mentor to show you these things?" He doesn't turn away while he asks, which is nice. The living have a habit of turning away from him while they're talking (during the rare moments he sticks around long enough to chat), forgetting that Danny speaks with his hands.

He shakes his head, reaching for his own, homemade grappling hook. There was nothing like swinging through Amity's skyscrapers after a ghost, he felt like he was flying. He had to make it himself after his first dozen run-ins with ghosts where running on foot couldn't cut it. "Mentors are a privilege, you know. I'm doing this all on my own, or did the homemade costume not give it away?"

Red Robin passes around Danny with his own grappling hook, and he heard a barely-there snort of laughter from the man. Batman 'hrms' in a vaguely disapproving note, and readies his hook. "The payphone is that way, Phantom. Are you ready?"

Under his mask, Danny grins widely. Finally, something good. Perhaps flying will alleviate some of his anxiety. He holds up his hook, and nods sharply, walking over to the edge of the roof.

He watches Batman wait a moment, aim, and then off they go.

Flying through Gotham City felt much like flying through Amity Park, with its towering skyscrapers and close-built buildings. Danny bit back the holler of joy building in his throat as the wind rushed past him, blowing back the hood of his jacket and rustling through his hair.

God, he loved flying.

He watched Batman and Red Robin as well, entranced with the fluttering of their capes as they soared. It was inspiring how the two of them cut such striking silhouettes. It was memorable -- and, hey, where was Robin?

Danny wanted to ask, but with the roaring wind and the lack of freedom in his hands, he had no way of doing so. And he wasn't quite sure if it was any of his business... Regardless of how Batman and Red Robin dug into his own.

At some point they reached a stretch of air where the gap between buildings was bigger than before, and through his adrenaline-induced joy, Danny suddenly swung himself forward with more force than before.

He swung up, up, up into the air... and released himself, launching himself high high into the air. he looked down, seeing Batman and Red Robin further away and latching onto the next building.

Danny whooped loudly, confident in the wind to catch his yell before it caught the ears of the vigilantes accompanying him. His momentum began to slow, and for the length of a heartbeat he was stranded in the air, skies above and ground below. He breathed in, and like a bubble popping he began to fall again.

It took only a singular twist of his body for him to right himself and chase after Batman and Red Robin, who had turned their heads to look for him. He grinned apologetically once he caught up to them, although they couldn't see it.

It took only a few regretful minutes later to reach the payphone that Batman was referring to, and Danny mourned the loss of the sky to himself as his feet touched the ground alongside the two gothamites. "Thank you for the escort, gentlemen." He signs once he's hooked his grappling hook back onto himself and fished out the quarters. "If you could be so kind as to stand out of hearing range, that would be most appreciated."

Batman merely grunts and Red Robin nods, neither move when Danny half jogs over to the payphone. Pulling up his mask just enough to reveal his mouth, Danny inserts the coins and jabs in Ellie's number.

He waits, breath held as the dialtone rings. Once, twice, before finally there's a click and a groggy, familiar voice: "Hr'o?"

Danny can't stop the grin of relief that stretches over his face. "Spirit." He whispers, and glances back to Batman and Red Robin. His fingers tap against the phone nervously. "I need your help."

"Dan- Phantom?" Ellie says, sounding much more awake as rustling follows in the background. "What happened? Are you hurt?" There was a protective tinge layering Ellie's voice that Danny was all too familiar with.

"No, no, I'm fine." He says, trying to sound reassuring while retaining his hush voice. "I have a new rogue; a teleport ghost. he took me to Gotham and I need you to come get me."

"To Gotham?" Ellie hisses in disbelief, "Fuck, Phantom, that's miles away from here. Yeah, I'll come get you. Don't go anywhere."

Danny huffs sardonically, fingers twirling around the phone wire nervously. "Not like there's anywhere for me to go. I'll be waiting on one of the rooftops, Spirit. I'll see you then."

"See you then, be safe."

And then the phone clicks, the line going dead. Danny sighs, heavy and tired, and it turns into a jaw-cracking yawn. He hangs the phone back up, and pulls the mask down.

A silent figure approaches from the corner of his eye; Batman. Red Robin, at some point of the conversation, had left. "Is your person coming?"

Danny pulls his hood up. "Yes. They should be here... soon. Hopefully," he signs, "Thank you for your help, Batman."

------ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

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ambrosiagoldfish · 7 months

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Hi! Can I get an Arataki Itto x reader small Drabble? Maybe some stuff about Itto Bottoming? Thanks in Advance!

A/n: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I had fun writing this! Bottom Itto will forever have my heart. Also If anyone enjoys reading this, Feel free to send me a request! I love reading and writing for them! And If you enjoy reblog if you want😚

Tw: Slight(?) Dumbification, Slut calling (but only once at the end) and Small Dom/ Big Sub themes!

Reader can be read as any gender but is heavily implied/is AMAB!

OK SO

Itto would most definitely be against bottoming at first. He’d Make up a bunch of silly excuses as to why he couldn’t or he would change the subject.

“Me?! Bottom?! Hahahaha *cough* you actually think the ‘One and Oni’ can be topped. Please, I'm Always on top in ALL things I do Haha!”

“I'm scared?! What no! I uhh — Just think it makes sense for me to top cause’ I'm twice your size and all haha! Let’s go meet up with the gang, whaddya say?”

Oh, he’s most definitely scared. Though he isn't entirely lying about him being twice your size being a problem for him. He feels embarrassed that you want to fuck him when he literally towers over you And the fact his dick is the size of a fuckin baseball bat he thinks he should be fucking you

But after sitting him down and reassuring him that it won't be embarrassing and that if he doesn't like it he wouldn't have to do it again and you would immediately stop, he reluctantly agreed

“Alright fine, just make sure the gang doesn't know about it”

The first time he bottoms was slow and tedious, a majority of it spent preparing him to take you, he would let out a lot of noise, mostly just quiet moans or the occasional “C-cold!” But That all changes as soon as you find that, oh so special place. He starts moaning louder than you thought possible.

Finally, you guys do it, it was slow at first, it was his first time doing it after all, but eventually, you began picking up the pace. The way Itto panted as you fucked him made him look like a slobbering dog in heat, his once confidant voice now just as shaky as his legs are right now. And you have to admit, the sight wasn't the worst to be looking at and you were happy that you’d probably be seeing this sight more in the future.

And boy were you right, it was as if a switch had been flicked on in Itto’s brain. Suddenly you were tasked with the righteous honor of fucking the ‘One and Oni’ at least once a day (Itto would prefer more but he knows a human like you can't keep up with his Oni stamina. And this seems to be at truly the worst moments, before work, meet-ups, reservations, you name it.

One particular evening you had made plans for a romantic dinner date in a secluded place in Inazuma’s wilderness. And of course, Itto had the gall to not only be late but also be horny (Pun mostly unintended) So you decided to “help him out” and fuck him right on the tree by your dinner. If he wanted to fuck, you would fuck him.

“H-hey! Look, Baby, I'm sorry for being late but the gang and I were doing Beetle fights and-”

“I really do not want to hear it Itto, I spent all this time getting this dinner ready and you were late, not to mention the first thing you did was ask me to fuck you.”

You smacked his ass and kept up with your hard thrust, causing him to let out what sounded like a mix between a moan and a scream. His legs began to feel weak, he grabbed onto the tree. This is when you got a devious idea, you took both hands are firmly grabbed his horns, pulling him back to you slightly while continuing to pound his ass.

Every bit of this was too much for Itto, he cums the hardest he’s ever done, thick robes of white spew on the tree in front of him. His legs begin to give out, You however keep going, deciding that he hasn't finished his punishment yet, but you do move over to the blanket you placed for the dinner. You lay him down before muting him in a mating press-styled position,.Continuing the enduring assault on his ass.

“Pleeeaaase Too much! Too much!”

You looked down at him, and seeing the mess in front of you was breathtaking, Itto moaning, panting, drool escaping his mouth. You look down at his cock, forgotten, simply lazily bouncing with every thrust you do. Honestly, it's pretty funny how his big cock is useless right now. The sight furthered you with every thrust until finally…

“C-cumming Itto!”

All he could do was moan as your warm cum filled him up. It took you a second to get back to reality. But when you did, a pleasant sight awaited you..

Arataki ‘Numero Uno’ Itto, covered head to toe in his own cum, tears of joy flowing down his blissed-out face, and his tongue lolled out to the side of his mouth slurring the words

“I’m Sorry”

You give him a kiss before grabbing a blanket and pulling it over you two as you lay on his giant frame.

“You're forgiven, My slut Oni”

#top male reader #Male reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader #genshin x male reader #itto x male reader #arataki itto x male reader #itto smut #sub itto #arataki itto smut #dom male reader

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hazenllas · 2 months

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Hi ! will you do A leighton murray one

She gets a panic attack because she is scared of coming out.

Fluff, hut comfort

Thank you so much for the Request Anon!! I will happily write this!

At Home

Pairing: Closeted!Leighton Murray x Out!fem!reader

Contains: Fluff, anxiety attack, comfort, a little bit of Angst, Leighton being scared to come out but Y/n helps her through all of it, I think that's all.

Summary: Coming out was definitely not on Leighton's bucket list. Until one night her girlfriend changes her mind.

You never really liked the parties at your college. Everyone was all icky and too drunk out of their brains to even process anything. Your girlfriend Leighton was practically begging you to go to this party down a few blocks and you eventually gave in. The only thing about this was that you couldn't dance with Leighton and be alone with her. That's because Leighton wasn't out. You were. And you wanted to be able to show affection and love to her out in public but she declined each time. You of course understood because you were there at one point. After coming out to your two friends Jamie and Raine, who are now your dormmates, you never felt more comfortable in your life. Now you just wanted to make your girlfriend the most comfortable possible.

You get ready in your dorm room alone while Raine was visiting their parents for the week and Jamie was shopping for their partner's birthday. A while ago you went to a thrift shop down town a few minutes from the college and found this super cute laces dress with a heart on the v neck. You felt confident and grabbed your converse and went on your way to your girlfriend's dorm.

You knock on the door twice and Bela opens it up. "Hey girl! Come on in!" She says in a cheery tone and steps to the side to let you in. You wave to the 3 other girls and sit on the. Couch. Your game stops at Leighton. She is wearing a red strap-less dress that hugged her curves in all the right ways. You looked away quickly to avoid any suspicion from the other girls. You felt comfortable with them. They were like family to you and you did everything with them so they didn't think of anything when you were everywhere with them because that was your only time to see Leighton outside of all of the studies and such. "Y/n? Could you help me curl my hair?" Leighton stars at you and looks your body up and down a bit. You nod and Leighton grabs your hand into the bathroom.

She pushes you against the door lightly and kisses you. You respond to the kiss and put your hands around her neck. She pulls away a bit too quickly for your liking and you huff. "You look... beautiful Leighton." You stare at her and she giggles. "Say that to yourself, dummy." You roll your eyes and see her looking in the mirror. "Now I actually need you to help me curl my hair." You chuckle and curl the back of Leighton's hair.

You all walk into the party and immediately smell alcohol. You walk over to the corner to grab some juice. You weren't very in the mood to drink right now. It was a school night anyways. You see Leighton dancing with Bela and you can't help but admire her. She was beautiful. She was your absolute dream woman and you loved her so much. You two have been dating since beginning of the fall and during that time you had just came out of the closet. You were new to the school and didn't have many friends until one day Leighton came up to you and since that day you two were always seen together even if you weren't dating. One Saturday night, you brought a very drunk Leighton home and brought her a glass of water. When you gave it to her she pulled you in for a kiss. You didn't kiss back because you thought she was still VERY drunk. You thought wrong and she told you she was sober. That was the start of your secret relationship.

After completely isolating yourself from the party, you eventually went to dance with Leighton. You both kept a distance but there were a crazy amount of people. You get pushed by one of the jocks and tumble against Leighton. You notice stares on you and you see you have your hands on her waist. "Fuck." You mumble and Leighton notices your stares aswell. You see her breath is quickening and you take her hand and leave the party. You rush to her dorm since it was closest and sit her on the bed. "The saw us. Y/N they saw us." Leighton trembles and tears up a bit. "Baby baby stop crying." You pull her close and she starts to cry. She is shaking hard and starts breathing heavily. "Leighton, love look at me. You're okay I promise." She shakes her head at you and starts to fidget with her hands. "No, y/n, they will know I'm gay. I can't. No" She starts to attempt to calm down s bit but its still slow. "Even then? Honey you can still deny it. We can even take a break so they don't suspect anymore then they already kno-" "No y/n. We can't do that. I still want to be with you." Leighton interrupts you. You can tell she is thinking of something. "You know what? Fuck this. I don't give a shit what they think. Cmon baby we ate going back to the party." You look at her confused but she takes her hand and leads the two of you back.

You both walk in and her hand still remains in yours. You can feel stares on you but you take a deep breath and try to enjoy your time with your girlfriend. She pulls you by your waist and dances with you. "Leight, you sure you're okay with this?" You whisper and she nods. "I don't care what they think. I'm going to me happy with you baby." She says before kissing you.

#leighton murray #the sex lives of college girls #renee rapp #renee rapp x reader #tslocg #reneerappedit

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malarign · 9 months

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situationship

(when you’re not dating yet)

contains: bf!maknaeline x fem!reader | genre: fluff | tw! none i think! | wc: 0,5k

reblogs are highly appreciated!!!

author’s note: promise that after this i’m going to write the rest of reqs in my inbox 🫡 sorry for the wait anons!!

you’ll find hyung line version here!

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

shy

Everybody knew how sassy and confident Sunoo may be, but the moment you’re in the room with him, he becomes pretty shy and quiet. He enjoys admiring you talking passionately about your hobbies and can’t help a smile that tells everybody in the room how interested he is, including you.

To break the initial ice he calls you nearly every day for “school purposes” just to have an excuse to talk to you more. With time, your phone calls became more like a tea-spilling conversation, which you awaited impatiently every evening. It became your ritual, a tradition none of you wanted to break, even when things got pretty serious between you two.

After a while, he would become more and more confident, talking with you wasn’t a problem anymore, thanks to your regular phone calls. As a result, he established his new favorite spot to place his head which was your shoulder. During those energetic days, he would lay his head there to comfortably show you something on his phone, while during those harsh days, he would doze off almost immediately, the comfort of your touch making him extremely sleepy.

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

pretty shy

Jungwon is so shy but at the same time so good at hiding his nervousness around you, you didn’t even realize you’re actually in a situatinship with him. Everything about his feelings for you is so soft, so delicate, just like a feather. His interest in you is not loud, it’s rather like a whisper, but who would mind?

When I say he is shy, I mean too shy to even take your hand. He just can’t help the blush from making his nervousness obvious at even the slightest touch that involved you. Instead, to try to give you some clue, he intentionally brushes his hand on your while walking, just because if he really did hold it properly his heart would jump out of his chest (no lies, straight facts).

He’s very attentive to you and always takes his time for you. You could just mention you wanted to go on a late-night walk but you were too scared to go alone, he’s already putting his shoes on and getting ready to go to your place. Something about those walks specifically helped him calm down, all thanks to your comforting presence.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力　

both shy and confident

Just like Heeseung, when Riki likes somebody he makes sure the person he’s into knows about his feelings. He makes it very clear, not by his words but by his actions, that never were unintentional. Every smile, every laughter, every joke, everything he did was supposed to show you his heart is full of you.

His absolute favorite way though would be teasing you (you can’t prove me otherwise). Playful jokes and sarcastic comments were his default way to say: “hey! i like you!”. The problem appeared when you teased him back. He would be so taken aback by the way you could place a blush on his cheeks with total ease. His eyes would become bigger and his brain would start to malfunction, unable to stop thinking about it.

Riki sometimes still doesn’t realize how big his body grew, overestimating now only his size but also his strength. That would often result in you being pushed away whenever he playfully bumped into you. At first, he got worried, but soon after saw that as an opportunity to catch you.

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hockeymenarehot · 3 months

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Hii, this may sound a little weird but could you do a bill smut with blood kink? Maybe also overstimulation and edging, like make him a vampire or sum? Thank you if you do mwah <3

Bloody Mary feat. Bill Kaulitz

guess whos back! thank u sm for requesting! not weird at all ml, im always happy to make ur fantasies come true! <3 also with saltburn being popular rn it felt so fitting...

summary: i desperately wanted to make a good plot w/ this one, but this is honestly just straight porn w/ vampire Bill kaulitz...

!!warnings!!: dark content!!!, blood kink!!, depictions of blood, he drinks your blood, gonna say sort of dub-con b/c reader does agree but shes sort of in a trance, porn no plot, lots of oral sex (fem. receiving), fem. reader, edging, overstimulation, cum eating, reader passes out, territorial/primal bill, he has a tongue piercing, not proofread!!!, overall just nasty nasty filth LMAO

You think it's so stupid, the people in your new town seem to be so so scared of whatever (or whoever) is living in the castle upon to highest hill. It looks luxurious, and you chalk it up to being someone greedily keeping it for themselves. After all, there is absolutely no way vampires exist. And even if there is a vampire up there, you hoped it was at least a hot one. You were a brave bitch, so you walked up to that castle and banged on the door yourself.

Okay, so vampires are definitely real. And this one is definitely fuckin' hot. Well how could you not think he was hot? He currently had you bare and splayed out for him on his dark red sheets, the black walls of the room blocking out all light except the light radiating off his pale face. He was hovering over you, his black locks loose over his face. He was delicately running his open mouth over your skin, inhaling your sweet scent.

It all started when you entered his castle, his territory. As soon as you stepped foot in this place you also became his territory. Having been caged up in this place for decades, his body was overcome with an insatiable hunger as soon as his primal eyes met yours. You were swiftly brought up to his bedroom, leaving little time to chat. It was then you decided your next hours alive (or maybe not) were going to spent getting your brains fucked out by this vampire.

Your legs were folded back at the knees, your legs spread as he huffed in your scent. He trailed down your abdomen, stopping once he reached your clothed pussy. He inhaled with a sultry groan, shivering as he did so. It was then he looked up at you, locking eyes with you once more. "You want this, don't you? Stepping inside my territory like a little whore, you must want to slut yourself out for me, no?" You had in fact been pretty well covered when you stepped in, but you assumed his touch starved self didn't have the brain power to comprehend that. "Y-yes..." you whined. This felt so out of character for you, almost as if you had been put under some sort of hypnotic spell by his eyes. They felt like a portal to another dimension, one where only lust for him existed. He barely let you finished your stuttered word before he ripped your panties off, leaving your bare pussy exposed to his hungry eyes. You shivered at how he looked at your cunt like it was a meal, one he was getting ready to ravished.

And he did. Before you knew it, you were at the mercy of his relentless tongue, prodding into you and lapping at your clit. His fangs ever so often brushed against your sensitive folds, and you were reminded that at any moment he might actually take a bite out of you. This fact only seemed to make you leak even more, getting wetter by the second. He drank up your juices like they were the last drops of water he would ever receive. As you looked down at him you could see his heavily dilated pupils, staring into your eyes like he was a wolf devouring prey.

You tried to contain your moans, instead opting to whine and make choked out sounds ever once in a while. In the back of your almost-thoughtless head you were afraid that if you moaned for him, shamelessly letting your voice echo, he would mark you as his. And you weren't all sure what that would entail.

You could feel your orgasm impending by the way his nose would ever so often nudge onto your clit. As he used his tongue to reach deeper and deeper inside of your cunt, it was then you released his tongue piercing. The cold metal contrasting against the warmth of his tongue made you shudder, making it impossibly hard to contain your noises. His moans vibrated into your cunt, making your back arch off the sheets like a black cat, blending perfectly into the decor of his black & red room.

Right as you were about to cum all over his tongue, he swiftly pulled away. The loss of stimulation left you a whining mess. It was then you made the dire mistake of biting deeper into your lip to contain your noises, breaking the skin and letting small drops of blood flood down your chin. He had no self control to hold back as he leapt for your chin, licking up the blood that left your lip with only the tip of his tongue before sucking onto your bottom lip. You could feel his length grow against your stomach, and you blushed madly at feeling him get turned on at the sight of your blood.

He let out a small breathy chuckle "Did you honestly think I would let you cum? After you contained your noises? The noises that belong to me?" You finally let out a moan at his words "Please!" You weren't exactly sure what you were begging for, but all of your senses were being overwhelmed. It truly felt as if you were in a trance as you stared up at the glittering ceiling of the bedroom. "Please what? You want more?" He mocked as he ran his tongue down your jaw, laughing slightly at your desperation. You nodded your head frantically, wanting to feel more of him. "If that's what you want, say my name. Let everyone know who's making you feel good." You looked at him with blown eyes, awaiting him to reveal his name to you. "Bill," You didn't hesitate to scream out his name as he dove back into your pussy.

Your cunt was aching, your thighs begging to close in around his head at the merciless pleasure you were receiving. The room was filled with your mewls bouncing off the walls, echoing into Bill's ears and fueling his lust. Your noises drove him to work your poor pussy harder, adding fingers into your hole as he toying with your clit using his tongue. Your hands reached down to his scalp to pull at his hair.

"M-ah!" The pleasure you were receiving was almost unbearable, his long fingers pressing just the right spots within you. You were once more teetering towards the edge of bliss, you pussy clenching around his fingers. It's only taken him the time since you entered his castle to learn you like the back of his hand, memorizing the inside of your cunt with his fingers and the sounds of your moans with his ears. Your cunt was puffy and pulsing with desire, and you let out a moan of his name. "Bill! Gonna cum-!"

Right as those words left your mouth he pulled away again, leaving you a sobbing mess. He payed no mind to you, merely admiring his work of your glistening folds. He inhaled your scent as you wept at the loss of another orgasm, tears streaming down your cheeks. He ran his nose against your thigh, inhaling your scent once again.

His cock was hard, impossibly hard. It was aching at your scent, and your sweet noises weren't helping his situation. He decided to indulge in a little pleasure for himself, smelling of your inner thighs until he picked up on a scent he desired. He blocked out your cries and pleas as he sunk his fangs down into the plush of your thigh, drawing blood to the air before sucking it back in with his mouth. You screamed with pleasure filled pain as he moaned against your thigh. He sucked at your thigh some more before rubbing the flat part of his tongue against it, moaning out once more before releasing his load onto the sheets. Your mind was too hazy and under a hypnotic-like state to register much of another besides the feeling of his tongue, the pleasure it brought, and the pain.

You chanted out his name "Bill, Bill, Bill," anything at all to try and get him to give more attention to your aching core. Once Bill had finished releasing and pleasuring himself, he decided you had been good enough and deserved some pleasure of your own. Most women he had tried this with had screamed with agony, doing anything at all to get away from him. His sharp teeth just weren't for them.

"Good fucking girl" He spoke out in a low, groggy tone. He focused his eyes onto your cunt again, before attacking it with his mouth again. He slurped up your juices before bringing his fingers up to pump in and our of you at a brutal pace, his mouth latching onto your clit and sucking on it. You screamed out his name, egging him on. You used your hands to claw at his sheets, the pleasure being brought by his tongue completely encompassing you. He made sure you felt completely owned by him, totally below him. He had decided that if cumming around his tongue is what you wanted, you would get just that and more. Who was he to leave you unsatisfied when you had been so good for him?

Your legs were trembling, completely at his mercy as you felt your orgasm building up yet another time. This time it felt much faster, the heat in your core heating up your entire body. His fingers were hitting ever spot in you just right, and your entire body was succumbing to pleasurable pain as you sprayed all over his face, your back arching impossibly higher. Your back ached and your entire body shook with the intensity of your delayed orgasm.

You were moaning choked out screams as Bill didn't lessen his brutal, inhumane pace into your cunt. It was almost as if your noises and squirt only made him want to go faster. No human would be able to move their fingers in and out of you at the pace he was. Your eyes looked up at the ceiling, dots invading your vision. You felt like at any moment you might pass out as you released against him once more. He hungrily lapped up all you had to offer, groans bouncing off against your folds. His hands came up to press against your waist as you continued to moan, and he only continued to get faster. "T-too much! Slower!" You were barely able to form those simple words, your mind turned to mush as the lines blurred between your orgasms, slowly being unable to tell when one started and one ended. The bliss and pain you were receiving were unbearable.

It seems he didn't take into account the fragile nature of the human mind and body, as you passed out. Collapsing from the overstimulation, your body fell against the plush comforter of his bed. He looked up at you to study your face, his lower face covered in blood from your thigh and slick from your spent pussy.

He crawled over you, hovering over your body taking in the scent of your sleeping form. He reached your face, huffing in your scent like it was a drug. He moved his nose down to your neck before latching onto it, a zap of electricity being sent down his spine as he did so. He left the signature dots against your neck, his eyes closing as he inhaled the smell of your blood, marking his territory.

"Mine."

a/n: sorry for the long break, been getting back into doing schoolwork.. i do hope this was to your liking! requests are being closed for now as im still trying to get caught up on them, but feel free to send in quick drabble ideas or just to chat! I love talking to u guys! <3

#smut #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz x reader #fanfic #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz fanfic #x reader #bill kaulitz imagine #vampire smut #vampire Bill kaulitz

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kseung · 1 year

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Wednesday x Reader

Father's Feathers

Requested.

Warnings: child abuse, threatening, scissors, blood.

Words: 1030~

Thanks to the original creator of this Avian Reader character: @toournextadventure

Some scars never leave... usually those burnt into our brains. That was exactly your case. All thanks to you amazing father.

And he made it his mission to remind you. "All those feathers are mine, you little monster! I can pluck them out whenever I want to!" That was his go-to phrase.

It made sense why you were so uncomfortable with your wings now. Having them was hard. Being reminded daily of the hurt you went through was hard. Having people want to touch your wings was harder. But, sometimes, nothing would compare to when Wednesday threatened to pluck out your feathers. Even as a joke, it made you uneasy.

She made one of those comments one day. One particularly hard day for you. You had had a nightmare that night in which your father punished you for "misbehaving". How? Ripping your feathers, of course. Occasionally, he'd clip some feathers with a pair of scissors. And what did you do? You were playing, as a normal 6-year-old does. You tripped, got a scraped knee, and cried. You didn't sob, as it wasn't that bad. But that still made your father annoyed.

The typewriter sounds continued, La Llorona playing as background music. You were sitting on Wednesday's bed, trying your best to rest without sleeping. You hadn't slept at all since around 04:00, courtesy of the bad dreams Wednesday wasn't starring.

—You're being odd.

That comment was so sudden you almost didn't catch it. You thought she was talking to herself rather than to you. You sent her a glance, too tired to function correctly.

—I'm just tired.

She looked at you, intensely. You were tired. That was evident, judging by the dark circles under your eyes. But it wasn't only that. There was more you weren't telling her.

She lowered the volume of the music after putting away her typewriter in the big drawer. You looked around as she did so, trying to prepare yourself for the interrogation you knew was coming. She sat in front of you, cross-legged on the bed. She looked at you, holding direct eye contact as she always does.

—What is upsetting you?

You pursed your lips. You didn't want to talk about this, but you knew it'd be better to finally let go of a bit of the weight you were carrying. So you went along with it, nodding.

—My wings.

Your lip trembled when you spoke, as did your voice. Wednesday was taken aback. To her, having such wings would be her pride for life.

—I don't understand. Your wings are impressive, grandiose even. I'd be proud to have such magnificent wings.

—I know you don't get it. They're just... a burden.

—Why would you think that? Did someone say something bad about them? Who? Is that why you don't let people near them?

Having you not be happy with yourself sure made her get annoyed, anxious even. Haywire chaos happened inside her brain every time she saw you unwell. Sometimes she showed that she cared for you so obviously, yet she acted disinterested when asked.

You knew it was coming to that, so you got yourself ready. —Wednesday, I am scared. Let me try something...— You had an idea. If Wednesday had visions, maybe she'd see what you went through without you having to talk about it. She looked at you, confused, but she nodded. So you took her hand in yours and watched as her head shot backward.

She saw it. Moments of your childhood. Terrible memories. Bad terrible. She never knew you had to go through things that horrible. Now she understood why you were so wary of everyone regarding your wings. What hurt the most may have been how you were crying while being tortured by your father, and you weren't enjoying it. It made her angry, too.

When she came back to her senses, she looked at you crying silently in front of her. Her first instinct was to hug you, arms around your neck. You knew it was safe, because it was Wednesday, but you still tensed, stiff as her at the beginning of your relationship.

—I'm here for you. I'll always be, even in death. You hear me?

You nodded, now sobbing. Even if you wanted to, they just didn't stop flowing. She held you close, trying to make you listen to her heartbeat. It had always calmed you, and she hoped that time wasn't different.

She then started playing with your hair, combing it to perfection with her fingers. Little by little, her hand lowered. It had been a while when you noticed she was gently caressing your wings. She traced the pattern of you feathers carefully, silently reassuring you. It made you cry more.

—You make me feel so loved—, you sobbed onto her. By then, her clothes were stained by the tears you wept. She let you do that. It made you feel even more cared for.

She was silent, mainly in disbelief. You had indirectly called her comforting. She liked it, but only because it was you.

—Shh. Let's lie down.

Her tone was as less awkward as possible, which you appreciated. She laid down on her back, making you be on top of her. Being taller than her, and also with the wings, it seemed as though you were covering her. Her arms still rested on the back of your neck, holding you safely in your place.

You rested in silence, the thought of being there with Wednesday sinking in. It made you emotional again. You were really going through it. She noticed and hugged you tighter. It made you more thankful to have her.

—I love you so much.

Wednesday was sure that time would help you heal your wounds, she hoped so. She nodded. It always made her feel.

—I know. I love you.

You smiled.

—Be proud of your wings. I am proud of you. Your feathers, not his. Yours.

It was odd hearing Wednesday so sappy, but it was something you could get more used to. You just hummed a "yes". You were sure you'd sleep well that night.

—Thank you, Wednesday.

—You're welcome...love.

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday adams x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams #wednesday adams #wednesday #wednesday addams imagine #wednesday imagine #wednesday imagines #x reader #jenna ortega x reader #fanfic

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ghostofthemost141 · 5 months

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Glass Eyes

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,862

Themes: Angst and more Angst

About: You and Ghost are happily married, except you don't remember that. After a mission accident, you are having amnesia and Ghost wants you to remember the life you have.

Notes: Inspired by a TikTok I saw and decided to put it into word format. Nickname for this one is Birdie. And I have Ghost's thoughts jumbled in here so anything that is like this are his internal thoughts. Happy Thanksgiving to those that celebrate it! Enjoyy!

“Lieutenant.”

“Yes?” Ghost called to me with a sour tone.

“Did I do something wrong?” I ask.

No, my Birdie. You did not.

Ghost’s piercing blue eyes stared into my soul. When he came into our meeting room, he didn’t have his usual mask that obscured his entire face. I had never even realized his eyes were blue until he came in today with just a black jacket, his skull balaclava mask that revealed the upper part of his face, gray jeans, and blue converse shoes. Ever since I woke up from my injury, Ghost always looks at me with so much sadness. I don’t understand why he does that.

“No.” He mumbled.

I did not understand were this was all coming from. Everytime I ask, Soap, Gaz or Price, they just give me a ‘He is going through a lot right now’ but won’t tell me what. It was all confusing especially since he is giving me kind of the cold shoulder.

If only you would understand, Birdie. Better yet, remember.

I could look at Ghost and could see he was thinking, while staring at me. I feel like I should have a talk with him, especially when I haven’t done a damn thing wrong and yet he is treating me like this. He should know that I am one of the best fighters here besides him. Nevertheless, I need to continue this meeting as usual.

“How is your head?” Gaz asked me.

“Hurts, but manageable. I have been through worse.” I answer.

It’s true. You were nearly shot to death when you first started and you still fought with the last bit of bloody strength you had in ya. You’re a fighter. A damn good fighter.

“I feel like I know what’s coming.” I say.

“Yeah, we are sending you home temporarily. You’ll be able to come back once your brain is healed.” Price informed me.

Fuck.

What a relief.

“I’ll miss y’all, but orders are orders.” I announce, turning to the guys.

They were all smiling at me except for Ghost who, once again, had his eyes turned away from me. What the hell?

“I guess I better go pack my things. Y’all don’t have too much fun in the field without me.” I joke, making the guys laugh.

“Do you want some help, Birdie?” Soap offered.

I wanted to accept his offer, but I also wanted to leave the door open for Ghost so I could talk with him.

“I got it, but thank you Johnny.” I smiled at him and he did it back.

Even though Ghost has a mysterious charm to him, Soap has always been so kind and friendly to me. He’s also quite the handsome devil. I wonder if he is single, I am just not the one to ask someone about their love life. Disbanding the meeting, I turned and walked to my room, getting ready to pack my belongings. Despite my love for being out in the field, I was lowkey happy to be sent home on temporary leave. Gaz told me that if I were to hit my head again, I could be rendered a vegetable so it’s best for me to be sent home so I can heal and be able to be back on the field. I stepped into my room, feeling a small wave of sadness.

“I’m gonna miss ya.” I say to myself in my room.

“You’re never coming back here.”

“AHH! JESUS!!” I cried out, getting startled by Ghost’s sudden appearance.

“Ghost, you scared me.”

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

As I was catching my breath, I had just realized what he said.

“You’re never coming back here.”

“What did you mean by that?”

“By what?”

“You said I was never coming back here. What did you mean by that?” I ask, seeing he is beating around the bush.

Ghost’s eyes pierced at me, as if I was his enemy.

“You won’t be comin’ back here. They are just lettin’ you down easy. A head injury is basically a death sentence for being in the force.” Ghost told me.

I felt my heart drop, hearing Ghost tell me that.

“I..I don’t understand.” I mumbled.

“Of course you don’t.”

No fucking way. I shot my head up at him and walked up to him.

“What’s your problem? Ever since I came out of my coma you’ve done nothing but give me the cold shoulder and as far as I know I haven’t done a damn thing to you! So what gives?” I exclaimed in near hysterics.

“It’s nothin’.” Ghost sneered.

“No it is, tell me now Lieutenant.” I sternly said.

“No.”

“Tell me now.”

“Birdie, don’t.”

“It’s something alright, just tell me.”

I swear to God I am going to scream and I don’t want to do that to you, my love.

“Tell me.”

“Tell me now.”

“Tell me-”

“YOU ARE MY WIFE!!”

…

What? What did he just say? Ghost’s eyes were wide..I couldn’t even tell what it was. Was it anger? Was it sadness? Was it denial? I couldn’t tell.

“What? What do you mean?” I asked Ghost, trying to reach for him but he just flinched away from me.

“You..” Ghost paused as he tried to gather his words up, “you hit your head, Birdie. During a mission, someone snuck up behind you, and hit you in the head with the butt of their gun. Despite you passing out, you managed to kill the bloody bastard. But by the time I reached you, you were unconscious. We took you to the medic and we put you in a medical coma to give your brain time to heal. You were lucky to have no bleeding up in there, but they said the possibility of you having amnesia was high. I didn’t want to believe it..”

“Lieutenant?”

What? Why did she call me that? She always calls me Simon. Birdie looked down to see me holding her hand.

“I didn’t think you’d be so worried about me.” She joked with a smile.

Does she not..

“Of course I would be, love.”

“Love? Aw you don’t have to pretend you care so much, Ghost, it’s not like we are dating or anything.”

Oh…

Oh.

Bloody fucking hell. This is not happening. I was about to speak when I saw the old geyser Price doing a frantic head shaking motion at me. What? What does that mean?

“I was just..worried is all, Birdie. I’m glad you’re okay.” I say, letting go of her hand despite feeling heartbreak for the first time ever.

“..until you said that. ‘It’s not like we are dating or anything’. That told me right there you don’t remember.”

I could feel a heavy weight in my chest. This..this was all too much. Why, why would Ghost be telling me this? I don’t understand.

“Why would you be telling me this now?” I questioned.

“Because I want you to remember.”

For a split second, I swear I could hear Ghost’s voice breaking, as if he was going to cry. I have never heard Ghost cry, ever. But within that split second, he got his composure back.

“You..you make me so happy, Birdie. I just want you to remember.”

I thought about it. I mentally dug into my brain, to try and remember anything, something, any little thing that would indicate that Ghost and I were..together. But nothing came up. No memory or nothing. Just blackness.

“I’m..I’m sorry Ghost. I don’t remember-”

“Just pack your shiet and leave.” Ghost growled.

“Ghost, I’m sorry I-”

“Just..go. Now.”

I have never heard Ghost get this intense nor scary. I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for him that he supposedly had a life with me, but I just can’t remember it. I wanted to say something else, but I felt like anything I said would upset him.

“Yes, sir.” I mumbled.

Upon me saying that. Ghost immediately turned and walked out of my room. I wish I could remember. I have always had an infatuation for Ghost and the fact that he told me we are married, is an absolute shock to me. And I wish I could remember.

Goodbye, my Birdie.

One month later

My head didn’t hurt as much as usual today, which made me happy. Even though Price did eventually tell me I wouldn’t be able to come back to the field due to my head injury, he was happy to visit me once they got to go back home. Same with Gaz and Soap. The only one I haven’t heard from was Ghost. I wanted to reach out to him, but considering the last time we talked was a month ago and he ordered me to ‘pack my shiet and leave now.’ I get that he was upset, but I also wish he understood my point of view. I want to remember, trust me, but no matter how much I rack my brain, I can’t remember. I only remember me getting recruited and the day of my injury. Every once in a while, I will have a small flashback to a small thing that happened during my time on the field, but they are never about Ghost and I being together. None of this makes sense, but there is nothing I can do about it. I was at my dining table, stirring my coffee mug about to sip it and eat the french toast I made.

*KnockKnock*

Who could that be? I am not expecting anyone and Price didn’t tell me they would be coming home anytime soon. I got up, went up to the front door, and opened it, nearly fainting in response.

“Hey, Birdie.”

Ghost stood there at my doorway holding a bouquet of..

“Ghost, I uh..didn't expect you.” I admitted, considering how angry he was with me.

“I know.”

“Would you like to come in? I can make you some tea.” I offer.

“I’m fine, I just wanted to come by and bring you these. They were your favorite. And to also apologize for how I treated you when you left. It wasn’t right. I’m sorry.” Ghost apologized.

I don’t think I have ever heard Ghost apologize before and it was definitely genuine.

“It’s okay, sir. I understand.”

I understood where he was coming from.

“Please, just Simon is alright.” He said.

Simon? Simon..

Ghost then handed me the bouquet of sunflowers. They smelled so nice, so heavenly, so…

“Simon.. Do you really feel that way about me?”

“I do, I love you, Birdie…”

“How are we going to tell Price about us?”

“I’ll figure something out, love. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about nothing…”

“Si.”

“I love you so much, Birdie..You complete me.”

“Birdie, will you marry me?”

“Simon..yes. Yes I will.”

I..I remember now.

“Si?’

Simon’s eyes beamed up and were once again full of life again, hearing me utter his nickname I had for him.

“Birdie..”

You’re back, my love. You’re finally back.

END

#simon ghost riley #cod #simon ghost riley x reader #callofduty #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod x reader #modern warfare x reader #ghostofthemost141

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suugarbabe · 5 months

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enzo + love please and thank you my love <3

I love love love Enzo does that count enough for this? No? Okay here you go lovie

Love

When Enzo is in love it’s like a switch is flipped in his brain

He’s kind of like a lovesick puppy but not like a little terrier, like a fucking Rottweiler

You’re everything to him and if anyone or anything makes you feel upset, scared, anxious, less than then mans is ready to fight on your behalf

He’s also a little bit possessive when in love

Like he hates Theo or Mattheo trying to flirt with you, even if it’s just to get under his skin

You’re always slipping a hand under his shirt, lightly raking your nails on his back in comfort whispering things like

“It’s okay Enzie, you know I love you. They’re just being gits.”

When Enzo is in love he is a worshipper

And by that I mean he’s basically getting you off two, three, four times before he’s even thinking about himself

But he hasn’t lost those sunshine features you love so much

Talking to him about how amazing he did on the last quidditch match and he says something like “I can’t wait to show our son that trick, he’s gonna be a pro before five”

Or when you’re getting ready for bed and putting your hair into braids he asks you to show him because “I wanna know so I can braid our daughters one day.”

Or just general sunshine Enzo features like contagious giggling and sneaky ghosting touches around others because your his and hes yours and he just loves you so much

#Enzo Berkshire #Enzo Berkshire headcannons #Enzo Berkshire x you #Enzo Berkshire fluff #Enzo Berkshire smut #Slytherin boys headcannons #ask game

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kakujis · 6 months

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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓… ☽

baji vers | geto vers

synopsis: unbeknownst to you, the grave you visit everyday has been empty for years. keisuke is finally ready to come see you again.

warnings: gn!reader, vampire!baji, character death, devotion, grief and dealing with it, slightly angsty but also fluffy, pet names (baby, kitten), swearing, a little selfship coded, NOT PROOFREAD!, SFW feel free to interact but pls remember i'm an 18+ blog!

ft: vampire!baji x reader, 2.4k

network: @enchantedforest-network

an: here's baji's version!! actually, this one was supposed to come AFTER suguru's but... erm... hehe. it also was supposed to be spookier, but i am nothing but a big ole softy for my loverboy. ): happy halloween! i wanted to post it on his birfday, but i think this is more fitting! could've been longer but i just wanted to get something out LOL. thanks to nie for letting me ramble about this lil fic!!

life is such a finicky thing. and sometimes, the time ticks by too slowly for your liking until it’s suddenly too fast, too short, too soon.

you’ve been to this grave a hundred - no maybe thousands of times, over the years. and yet, like the snowfall, your tears slip down your cheeks, hugging the warmth of your body, til they fall onto the ground disappearing into the asphalt.

chifuyu matsuno thinks one day, he’ll beat you to it. one day he’ll be the one who arrives first, turning around with a smile and holding a bag of peyoung yakisoba. it’ll be his eyes rimmed red with hands trembling so hard that he’s sure they’ll snap. but you are always here first, almost every day for the past god knows how many years.

every aspect of the word “first”, is what keisuke baji had embodied. first division captain, first born son, and your first love. he was rowdy, rough, sometimes a little insensitive, but at the end of it all, he was loyal. he was yours.

“if i’m yours, then you’re mine.” he grinned, toothy, vibrant and all encompassing. his hands held yours like they were the world, and maybe, in a sense, they were. but even the world cannot last forever, the stars themselves bursting at the seams when their time has come.

“they’re so pretty.” you told him, leaning against his shoulder, pointing up with your index finger. “don’tcha think?”

“they’re alright,” he mumbled, but he kept his eyes upward, staring at the same stars as you. “i'd rather look at you.”

“you’re so fucking cheesy.” you laughed, before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.

when stars die, they leave a beautiful supernova, an explosion of color across the galaxy, painting the universe in rich hues of color. but when baji died, you thought it was so fucking ugly. you remember throwing up the first night, your own shitty constellation within the porcelain of your toilet.

then the world started to dim, like the world was dipped in muted shades when there used to be so much vibrance. the sun was no longer as bright and you no longer sought comfort under the moon, hiding away from even her blue light.

if there is solace in one thing, it’s that baji was a really good liar. sure, he was different that day and sometimes had trouble looking at you, but there was nothing to suspect that he would decide to plunge in that knife and bleed out on the ground of that god forsaken junkyard.

“i’m scared you’ll go away,” you told him one night, so desperately wishing now that you would’ve noticed the way he tensed ever so slightly. “like, one day, i’ll wake up and you’re not there anymore.”

you remember how he leaned in, nose brushing against yours before pulling back slightly. “and where would i go that doesn’t have you in it?” he grinned, another bright fanged smile that eased every single worry out of your brain. and you decided in that moment, that keisuke was always going to be the one that held your heart in his hands.

“marry me one day.” you replied and he laughed, before holding up his pinky to yours. “good. saying no wasn’t an option.”

“figured.”

but today is not a day to be caught in memories as the sun plummets below the horizon, as the sky shifts from a pretty magenta pink to inky black. feet bouncing off the pavement, you scurry over to his grave. you chastise yourself for being late today of all days, it was his birthday.

“sorry!” you call out as you finally make it, hands on your knees as you suck precious air back into your lungs. “sorry i’m late, kei.”

you do the usual of pouring water onto the tombstone, before you light a candle and spread the blanket beneath you, sitting cross-legged as you pull out the contents of your bag. “i got a little something extra today,” you say, eagerly pulling out the sealed little slice of cake you got at the bakery. “okay… so it looks a little fucked, but don’t mind that.” you giggle, before sighing.

“if you were here… what would you say?” you mumble to yourself, before putting on your best keisuke voice. “hah? it’s still edible isn’t it?... or something.” you nod as if in response to him, before tearing it open and setting it down. “chifuyu saw you earlier right? did he bring you something good? oh! and, i was looking at some of the cats at the pet shop earlier, they’re no peke j but, they’re still cute, y’know?”

you always do this. you ramble and ramble, relaying your day to him as if he’s listening intently to you. sometimes, you’ll imagine when the two of you sat in his room, his lips quirked up into a smile as he nodded and listened to you.

“the cake is good!” you exclaim, taking a bite. it’s fluffy, creamy, and sweet, it almost masks the saltiness of your tears that seep past your lips, onto your tongue and settle on your buds.

almost.

“fuck- sorry. sorry for crying.” you use one hand to wipe away at your tears, the other holding onto your convenient plastic fork. it’s harder to breathe now, sobs wracking your body as your mind floods with “what ifs” once again. what if you had asked him to stay with you that day? what if you tried harder? what if you had noticed something was wrong sooner? could you have done anything? and what if-

lost in your thoughts you almost miss the familiar drawl that used to set your heart and soul on fire. “still a crybaby, eh?”

you freeze, the fall breeze caressing your cheek as you sniffle and ever so slowly, turn. you must have been hearing things, you think, as there’s nothing there but the other stone graves and the leaves on the wind.

“maybe i am losing my fucking mind...” you mutter, taking a deep breath to calm yourself, “i should look into therapy.”

you shake your head, a little spooked. it’s getting later by the moment, the only light nearby being the candle, a warm-orange flame surrounded by night. you lean over to blow it out, but stop, feeling that you should stay a bit longer. not only are you late, but it’s keisuke’s day, it wouldn’t be right to leave so soon. you frown, before settling back in place.

“anyways, what was i saying?” you hum, taking another scoop of your dessert. “something-“

“something about the new cats at chifuyu’s shop right?” that familiar voice sounds again, closer this time, tickling the shell of your ear.

you immediately jerk around and almost pass out at what you see. crouched down and smiling, that familiar wolfy grin is keisuke, looking just like you remembered. from the way his long, inky hair frames his face to the vivid carmine of his eyes, it’s keisuke.

“hey, continue the story baby, i was listening.” he gestures to the cake on your fork, slipping off the utensil from the shakiness of your hands. “lemme have a bite?”

you’re snapped from your stupor when he finally touches you, cold fingers lightly guiding your hand upward towards his mouth. you immediately scramble back, the cake falling onto the blanket below.

“kitten,” he says, frowning at the mess, “y’know i hate wasting food.” the pet name almost sends you into a spiral, the way it falls off his tongue so easily, just like he always used to say it, almost like it was your name at times.

“you’re not real.” you whisper, shaking your head slightly, the words trapped behind the door of your brain unleashing in that moment. “i’m hallucinating. i have to be.”

he inches towards you as you continue to crawl back, back hitting the cold gray stone. keisuke leans in, snuffing out the candle between his fingers first before redirecting his attention to you. he’s so close you’re sure he can feel your breath, but the odd thing is, you can’t feel his.

“if i wasn’t real…” he starts, inching in so close your noses just barely touch, just a hair widths away, “could i do this?” he kisses you then, just barely holding back his deep fervent need to snatch you up and take you home. wherever that was.

it’s strange, baji’s cold, nearly ice, and yet you feel the familiar rush of warmth through your veins that once bloomed so deeply in your heart, that everything suddenly does feel real. the two of you stay like that for a few moments and when he pulls away you lean in again, snatching him by the collar to press another kiss to the lips that you missed so much.

baji’s wolfish grin plays on his face in between the kisses you continue to plant against his lips and his skin, alternating between his cheeks and jawline. “yeah, yeah, i missed you too, you big crybaby.” he laughs, cupping your face to swipe at the tears that fall freely once again.

you whine when he forces you to pull off, bringing your hands up to his, almost as if you’re sure he’ll run off again and be gone by morning. “you’re really keisuke? …this isn’t a joke?” you shake your head as you ask, hiccuping and trying your best to heave in gulps of air.

“yeah, it’s me.” he answers, the crinkle of his eyes never leaving.

but you just don’t get it. how is baji here and not well, six-feet under? almost as if he can read your mind he speaks, “i’m not really sure how it happened either.” he starts, releasing you and staring down at his palms, opening and closing them, almost as if he’s also in a daze. “i shouldn’t be here, i know that. i made sure i wouldn’t and yet, i woke up not too long after that day.” he lifts his shirt up and you wince in anticipation, but there’s nothing where the old stab wound should be, like it never happened.

hesitantly, you place your hand flat against the area, before your fingertips trace the outline where it should be. you exhale deeply before speaking again, “how come you only showed up now?”

he gives you a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck, as the hem of his shirt falls back into place. “well… i had to sort of figure things out. dunno how well received i would’ve been if i just showed up after my own funeral.” he jokes, but you glare at him.

“do you have any idea at all how badly that fucked me up?” you ask, remembering the countless nights you spent staring up at your bedroom walls so utterly exhausted from crying or the days you spend in a haze, trying your best to get through the day. you won’t lie, you’ve been so angry since that day. endlessly lonely, endlessly empty, and just when you thought you’d be able to get over it, he shows up like it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“well, i watched you a lot.” he admits, gazing around the cemetery. “you come here every single day, you cry every single time, even when you say you’re not going to. you’ve cursed me out in death more times than i can count and i think you’ve tried every single type of peyoung soba. you, chifuyu, and kazutora have only come here together a handful of times and everytime one of you ends up drunk crying.” he snorts, before continuing, “you sleep with my hair ties under your pillow and almost had the balls to ask my mom for my toman jacket, multiple times.she would’ve said yeah, by the way. every evening you say goodnight to me and that you love me.”

he grins when you sit there, mouth agape, and asks, “did i miss anythin’?”

you shake your head, “but what now? i still don’t get why you came here today?”

he shrugs, “i’ve got a question for ya.” but his expression is serious now, the shift in his features making you nervously fidget with your hands. but before you can look away, he tilts your head towards him, the other hand intertwining with yours, locking you in place. “you still wanna be with me forever?”

your heart pounds in your chest, almost alarmingly so, as you gaze at him with lidded eyes while your voice is light, fluttering back up to him and relaying the answer he’s been waiting to hear. “of course, keisuke.”

“and you’d do anything? …let me do anything?” he questions further, squeezing when you nod your head.

you’d let me turn you?

and you’re aware now, what it is he’s asking. and maybe, you think it’s because you centered so much of you life around him, that leaving it behind doesn’t sound too bad. if you were the clouds, then baji was the sky, always trying to stay in that space so intrinsically bound to one another that only death could have separated you.

he never said the word, but he didn’t really need to. what was the one thing that could have escaped death like this? what else was he but a vampire?

“okay,” he sighs, “if you’re sure.”

“more than ever.” you state.

keisuke is fast, picking you up and into his arms. naturally, you wrap yours around his neck, a part of you still thinking that this must be a dream.

“well, there’s no way we’re gonna do it in some freakin’ cemetery.” he jokes and you giggle. if his heart could beat, he’s sure it’d flutter just as fast as yours.

“hey are you gonna turn chifuyu?” you ask, blinking up at him, “or tora?”

“you think they’d wanna hang out with us? for eternity?” he asks, picking up the pace as he walks.

“hmm, maybe you’re right. besides, takemichi’s gonna miss them too much right?” you continue, the breeze kissing your now dried cheeks.

“don’t forget mikey.” he adds, before continuing, “well, it’s not like we can’t visit sometime.”

you nod, placing your head on his shoulder, “not too soon though, we’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

he smiles at you as he answers, “don’t worry. we’ve got all the time in the world.”

as the two of you leave, you peek back towards the lights of the city, becoming smaller and smaller with each step. and you wonder how upset chifuyu’ll be tomorrow when he finds your half-eaten cake, spread out on an already forgotten blanket.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokrev fluff #tokyo revengers fluff #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke x you #baji keisuke fluff #tokyo revengers x y/n #ermm #pibby writing #i hope this is good i didnt proofread LOL

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twdeadfanfic · 1 year

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No need for jealousy

Daryl Dixon x Reader

This was a requesto for season 2 Daryl with a crush on reader, jealous of her friendship with Rick, and it turned into a ver long one-shot. Season 1 and 2, Daryl being insecure and jealous, fluff.

Daryl glanced up from his arrows and towards you at the distant sound of laughter.

You were talking with Glenn, Andrea, and Amy, joking it seemed, while some stew brew over the campfire for dinner. He scoffed, wondering what you all could even have to joke about, and he looked back down at his arrows before you could catch him staring…it was bad enough that you did the day before.

His eyes, though, were stubborn and seemed to have power over his thoughts, because soon, they were darting to you again. This time, you looked at him before he could look down, and when you noticed it, you smiled at him, so Daryl quickly averted his eyes from you.

Soon enough, though, he heard steps approaching, and he looked up enough to check that it was you, walking towards his and his brother’s tents, a bowl of stew in each of your hands.

“Hey,” you greeted, but he didn’t say anything, eyes on his fingers, which were fidgeting with his arrows. “I bring some dinner.”

“Can cook my own,” he said, glancing at you just enough to see your smile faltering for a second before it was back as you shrugged.

“I know…but you already caught the rabbit that’s in this stew, so…” When he didn’t say anything, you lowered down enough to place the bowl of stew in front of him.

“Thanks.” The word slipped past his lips as a low rasp, even if Daryl hadn’t meant to speak, and his eyes once again looked from his arrows to you in time to see your smile. His lip twitch up at it into the smallest of the smiles, just a second, without him being able to stop it. Your smile went bigger at that and Daryl’s stomach did something weird, and he averted his eyes again.

You leaned to pass the other bowl to his brother, this time without a word or a smile, and Daryl braced himself. You and Merle didn’t get along, and he was hoping neither of you would snap…he knew he’d side with his brother, no questions asked, whether that made you angry at him too or not, but he usually felt like shit after it.

You didn’t say anything, it was usually Merle the one to start, but this time, he didn’t say anything. He had a mocking smirk and Daryl didn’t like the way he looked at you as he took the bowl, but at least he wasn’t saying a word and he was not upsetting you.

Turning around, you walked back to the main campfire and the others.

Daryl heard his brother chuckling but he ignored him as he began to eat the stew.

“Yer gonna have to do somethin’ better to get in her pants,” Merle said. “Somethin’ at all.”

“I don’t wanna get on no one’s pants,” Daryl snapped and he hoped that the heat he felt on his cheeks didn’t mean that he was blushing.

“Sure ya don't, lil’ bro.”

He didn’t…it was odd, though, and unwelcomed, how thoughts of you seemed to randomly pop in his head or how his eyes would sometimes look for you around the camp.

He wondered if it might be because he’d found you and brought you to the camp, so now maybe his brain had decided that he ought to check on you, like that time he found a hurt, stray dog and felt like he had to take care of him, hidden, until his father found out.

You had been wandering the woods, coming from the road after, as you explained later, your car stopped working when you rammed a bunch of walkers on your way. You had been looking rather lost, a dirty and crumpled map in your hand, as your scared and anxious eyes scanned the woods.

Daryl had been hunting when he spotted you. At first, he stayed hidden, crossbow ready, but soon he realized you were not a threat. You were alone, lost, scared, dirty, and unarmed…later, Daryl’d wondered how the hell hadn’t you become walker’s food already, traveling like that, and some nights he still wondered if you’d have died, maybe that same day, if he hadn’t found you, and the idea always sent an unpleasant feeling to his stomach.

He had never considered letting you wander on your own, he never harbored the thought, Daryl didn’t have to think it before he was already stepping out of his hiding spot and towards you, without a plan, pretty much just out of instinct.

Your anxious eyes had widened when you saw him and you seemed even more scared. You’d raised your hands and began to walk backward, as if you’d wanted to run away but didn’t dare to turn your back to him.

You were scared of him, Daryl’d realized, but could he blame you? He probably didn’t want to know all the things you had been fearing he might do to you…he knew what people thought of the Dixons…he couldn’t say they were wrong in thinking that way almost half of the time.

He hadn’t wanted you to run away and straight into a walker, though.

“I ain’t gonna hurt ya,” he’d rushed to say. “I was huntin’ dinner when I saw ya.” He had pointed at the rabbit hanging from his belt but you hadn’t said anything, just looked at him, seeming bewildered at finding someone and scared still. “I, uh…I’m with more people, we got a camp, I can take ya,” Daryl had explained.

You were still frozen and even though he couldn’t blame you for not trusting him and being scared, it still stung a little. He’d considered if he could go to the camp, bring someone else, some of the women perhaps, and come back, if you wouldn’t be eaten in the meantime, or if you’d wait or not…

What did he care, though, if you went to the camp or not, he should just leave you to fend for yourself…but that was a residual thought, barely audible in his brain, and so he’d spoken again.

“I, uh…if ya wait here, I’ll bring someone else…if ya don’t wanna come with me…but, uh…”

You had spoken, then, when he hadn’t really known what to say. “You…you’d take me to a camp?”

Daryl still didn’t know what made you trust him, he wouldn’t have trusted himself, but you had done it, and he couldn’t help how good it made him feel, even if he felt ridiculous for feeling that way.

He had nodded and then your scared eyes had showed relief and what seemed almost like awe, your lips curling up into a smile that soon was a grin as you looked at him as if you couldn’t believe he was real, as if he was saving your life…Daryl guessed that he was doing that, but still, he didn’t think anyone had ever looked at him like that, and it had made him feel…he didn’t know how, but good.

“Thank you"

“Ain’t nothin’...come on.”

When you both had walked into the camp, you had seemed a bit confused, and Daryl wondered if you had been expecting one of those refugee camps the radio had been talking about before going silent…he wondered if those had ever been real.

Pretty soon, though, you had seemed more than happy and very much relieved to find welcoming people, to have a safe place, food…You had thanked everyone, smiled at everyone, and although Daryl had tried to sneak away from all the fussing people who he knew didn’t like him, your eyes had searched for him, finding him and giving him that nice smile, and though he’d walked away, he’d found himself looking at you through the evening, just to find you looking at him too more often than not, always ready to offer him a smile.

You still did. Whenever you bumped into each other around camp, you’d smile at him, and it’d make him feel all weird and look down, avoiding your eyes and that stupidly nice smile. What did anyone even have to smile about now…you smiled at everyone, though, always ready to offer that nice smile to everyone in the camp, but it still made Daryl feel all weird when you smiled at him, and he called himself a fool.

He liked it, though, to see you smiling around camp, even if he felt like an idiot…he was an idiot. He liked your smile, even if he’d not admit it even to himself, and if it was directed to him, then…he didn’t want to think about it. He was a fool.

Sometimes, you randomly walked to him, tried to start a conversation, or just brought him a meal or asked if there was something you could help with. He usually brushed you off, he didn’t know how to act around you, and so you did it less and less…he hated it, and he felt foolish for hating it. His brother was right, he was an idiot.

But yeah…maybe you were nice. Maybe he did want to make sure you were alright. Maybe he did kind of like it to see you smile, even more if it was at him. Maybe he liked that, even if everyone else disliked him, you didn’t seem to do so, you always had a nice word and a smile for him, even when he didn’t deserve it, even when you were angry at his brother…even if sometimes he was a dick, he knew he was, and you were upset, making him fear that you’d hate him now, eventually, you were back to smile at him when you caught him looking at you.

And…yeah, Daryl liked it.

But that didn’t mean he wanted to get in your pants.

It was nothing like that.

* His world had turned upside down and Daryl didn’t know what to do…well he did know what to do. Beat the shit out of the people who had abandoned his brother on a rooftop in Atlanta, chained without a way to escape, and then take the pickup and go bring Merle back.

But it hadn’t gone too great when he had tried. Shane and that other damn cop, Rick, the one to leave his brother, had stopped him, and the shame burned almost as much as the rage…and now he couldn’t leave right away, because, for some reason, that stupid new cop and some others like T-Dog and Glenn had decided they’d go with him back to Atlanta to retrieve Merle.

It was not because they liked him or his brother, though, Daryl was well aware. They’d probably be happy if Merle’d gotten eaten, but Daryl supposed that, somehow, they felt guilty nonetheless.

Most importantly, Daryl had heard Rick telling Shane about a bag full of guns he’d left in Atlanta. He was no fool, he knew that was the real reason why the cop was going back. He didn’t give a shit for his brother. Once he had Merle back, Daryl was claiming some of those guns for himself and his brother, no matter if he had to beat Rick for it, the cop could try fighting him without Shane backing him that time…

Daryl sat down on the ground, elbows resting on his knees, his back to the camp so he wouldn’t see the others and so he wouldn’t give in to the urge of trying to kick some ass again. His eyes burned and he buried the heels of his hands in them, embarrassed.

He heard footsteps approaching but he didn’t turn, whoever was coming was getting a fist to the face if they didn’t leave him alone, he didn’t have the patience to deal with any of those stupid assholes now…

“Daryl…”

Your voice…you were not getting a fist to the face, but neither a nice word nor a smile like the ones you used to freely offer around.

“What,” he snapped without looking at you.

“Are you…do you…uh…” You stammered as if you weren’t sure of what to say. “Do you need something?” You asked, sounding small and unsure, but Daryl was not in the mood to be patient or to deal with anyone, not even you.

He scoffed, looking at you over his shoulder. “Yeah, I need my brother back and I need to be away from this shit camp of useless assholes,” he snapped and when he saw you flinch at his words, something stabbed at his stomach, but it was quickly muffled by the thought of his brother.

You looked down and swallowed hard, speaking again with your eyes still on the ground. “I could, maybe, go to Atlanta and help?”

Daryl just scoffed again. “I don’t need no help,” he barked. “And I got no time to babysit ya so ya don't get yerself killed while I get my brother back.”

Shit, he was a dick, why was he speaking to you like that…he buried those feelings deep inside the back of his head, where he could ignore them, he didn’t need them, he was just saying the truth. Hell, he knew you’d probably be as glad as everyone else if Merle didn’t come back.

You didn’t say anything, but Daryl saw the hurt in your eyes, and he ignored the stab in his gut at it. You turned around and walked away, leaving him alone as he wanted.

Daryl wondered if this time he had driven you away from real…there wouldn’t be more smiles or nice words from you to him anymore…Daryl ignored the awful feeling in his belly at it, the foolish feeling. It didn’t matter anyway, as soon as he got his brother, Merle and him were leaving the camp, and therefore, you…and if the idea sent a dart to his heart, Daryl was quick to ignore it.

* Daryl and the others came back to a camp drowning in chaos and terror. He’d expected, hoped, to find his brother back and creating havoc around the camp after what they did to him, but he’d not been expecting this, to come back to this carnage as a group of walkers seemed to have wandered into the camp and were killing anyone they found who could not protect themselves.

He could hear some gunshots, but he knew there were barely any weapons. Rick was running and shooting at the same time, carrying the bag of guns they had retrieved from Atlanta, stopping just to toss guns to anyone he came across, whether they knew how to shoot or not.

Daryl bashed his crossbow into the head of the closer walkers while his eyes scanned the chaos, looking for you. He hadn’t meant what he told you and he was not about to let you get eaten…hell, what if you were dead already. It seemed like he had lost his brother and now he might also find your corpse.

Then, his eyes found you. You were still alive, trying to fight walkers with what seemed a big stick, while pushing Carl behind you. You weren’t doing a bad job at keeping walkers away, but Daryl felt his heart jump up his throat in fear anyway, sure that you were about to get bitten and ripped to shreds by walkers in a second.

He went to recharge his crossbow but then a gunshot put down one of the walkers closer to you, and Daryl saw Rick running to you and Carl, shooting at the walkers surrounding you both until they were all dead, taking his kid’s hand when he reached you and urging you both towards Shane, who was also shooting at the walkers threatening to close on Rick, Lori behind him.

You looked around and saw him, your eyes locking with with Daryl’s for a second, before you were rushing with Rick, and Daryl began shooting at the nearest walkers.

Later, once every walker had been put down, the camp was a mess of dead bodies, both from walkers and the people they had killed, and of mourning people…not that Daryl cared for any of them, and yet…yet his eyes scanned the camp for you.

You were looking from all the bodies to the woods around the camp, still holding that big stick on a shaky hand, and Daryl didn’t know why, but his legs carried him to you. You looked at him, eyes wet and scared, but didn’t say anything, and Daryl looked down, silent too for a few seconds, before he spoke.

“Ya can, uh…ya gotta hit them in the head,” he said as he gestured to the stick, but still looking at the ground.

“I know,” you said. “But I wasn’t sure if I could hit with enough force to break the skull and I was afraid the stick would break.”

Daryl nodded…valid points. Then something came to mind. “Can I, uh…” he gestured to the stick again. “I’ll give it back.”

“Sure…” You seemed confused but handed him the stick.

Daryl dropped down to the ground, taking his hunting knife, and he began sharpening the end of the stick. It wasn’t easy and it took him a while to finish, while you sat down next to him, looking at him working in silence.

“Here.” Daryl handed you the stick back once he’d given him a sharp, pointed end. “I ain’t sure ya can stab through the skull, but point at the eye socket or the temple, ya’ll stab the brain.”

“Okay…” You took the stick, giving it an unsure look, before you glanced at Daryl, a small, weak, and sad smile tugging at your lips, and Daryl made sure to ignore the way it made him feel. “Thanks,” you said and Daryl just shrugged. “Daryl…what…what happened to Merle?”

Your question felt like a stab to the gut, all Daryl’s pain, grief, and guilt taking over him, overwhelmingly so.

“He cut his own hand to escape the roof and left, I don’t know where he is, and it’s these people's fault,” he snapped, getting up and walking away from you.

* There were no more smiles from you to him, nor more nice words…not with him speaking his mind about how those assholes who left his brother to die had what had happened coming, with no patience for those who could not see how the people killed by walkers needed to be put down as soon as possible.

What the hell was he even still doing there with those people…but his brother was gone, and he was left alone again, like so many times, and he didn’t know what to do…he could stick around, maybe heading for the CDC wouldn’t be so bad…and his eyes stubbornly kept looking for you at the camp.

Whenever you found him looking at you, though, this time you wouldn’t smile, you looked hurt, your eyes reproachful when you looked at him, upset…it was like a stab to the gut, a stab that Daryl made sure to ignore, because it made him feel like a fool…what did he care if you hated him now…

Yet he did.

* The CDC was probably not what any of them had been expecting…but Daryl wasn’t going to complain. It was underground, protected from those flesh-eating freaks, there was plenty of food and booze, and Daryl was making good use of it.

Drinking straight from the bottle, Daryl realized he might be getting drunk, because the people on the table, laughing and joking, were starting to seem…well, not that bad.

You were sat down a couple of seats away from him, between Andrea and Rick, and for once, Daryl didn’t feel like a fool when he leaned over the table to look at you…he’d blame him on the alcohol. When you saw him looking, he gave you a smile, a real one, like a fool…he couldn’t help himself. He’d blame it on the alcohol too.

Then, he remembered that you were mad at him, that you hated him now, that you weren’t smiling at him anymore…but you did.

You looked at him for a second and then your lips were curling up into a smile, which turned into a full grin, as you shook your head, chuckling. “Dixon, you’re drunk already…look at you…”

Daryl didn’t fight it when you reached and playfully took the bottle of booze from his hand, slumping back against his chair, away from your line of sight, because…shit.

Whatever had he felt when you grinned at him that way, when you looked at him like that…well, that was something he’d better bury deep down, those twirls in his belly and that flutter in his chest was something he knew he should better ignore and forget, even if the booze didn’t seem to help.

* Later, almost everyone had gone to sleep, but Daryl was wandering around the place, a new bottle of booze in his hand, checking this and that…he was not looking for you, or stalking you, or anything like that. Not at all.

Yet he wondered where you were, you had not gone to your room, he hadn’t seen you, neither were you at the library or any other place he’d been checking, trying to make sense of the strange place. Whatever, it wasn’t like you could get lost in there.

Suddenly, he heard your laugh, and as he followed it, Daryl was puzzled to find you sat down on the floor of one of the corridors, leaning against the wall, with Rick, of all people, sat down next to you, an empty bottle of alcohol next to him, and another half emptied on his hand, that he passed to you while you both laughed, seeming thoroughly amused at Daryl didn’t know what. Daryl could tell that you were pretty drunk, and Rick was way worse.

“Daryl!”

You called his name when you spotted him, grinning with bright eyes, and any other moment it’d have made something flutter in Daryl’s belly, but this time, he just felt confused and wary at seeing you with Rick. What the hell were you two doing drinking together, joking, and laughing? Were you friends now? You had barely met the cop…yet you seemed to be having the time of your life.

“What are you doing still drinking?” You waved to the bottle in his hand. “I told you that you were already drunk!” You laughed as if you were amused with yourself…Daryl didn’t allow himself to think that it was cute and endearing, no, it was just ridiculous.

“Look who’s talkin’,” he scoffed.

“Yeah…yeah, I’m getting a bit drunk too…” You giggled and Rick snickered like an idiot. “It’s Rick’s fault, you see.”

“My fault?! It’s you who brought this bottle!” Rick slurred, nudging you with the half-emptied bottle of booze.

“Because you drank that bottle by yourself!” You said as you wiggled your hands. “And there’s no way we’re gonna speak of all the shit that’s going on without a drink.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Rick said, uncoordinatedly bringing the bottle to his mouth.

Daryl didn’t feel like dealing with two drunk idiots or trying to guess why suddenly Rick and you seemed to be best friends out of the blue, neither he felt like dealing with whatever was making him feel so irked, he just wanted to leave.

Turning around and walking away, he heard your voice calling for him.

“Daryl?! Where are you going? Wait, come sit with us…”

He looked over his shoulder and saw you struggling to get to your feet, which seemed to amuse Rick, and he tugged at your arm to make you lose your balance again, giggling. Yeah, Daryl was done with you both.

“Daryl! Wait…” You were making your way to him on wobbly legs. “Come on…you, you don’t even have to speak, just come drink with us.”

“I’ve got enough,” he scoffed, pushing his bottle into your hand, and he walked away, leaving you to have all the drunk fun that you wanted with Rick.

* Daryl should have known that good things didn’t last, but still, he hadn’t expected that he’d have to run out of what seemed a safe place, the CDC, after a mad scientist almost blew them up…well, he was still on time to blow them up, the countdown to the explosion kept tickling down, they had to left and put enough distance from them to the building if they wanted to survive the explosion.

As it had become a habit lately, Daryl looked around, searching for you, just to panic when he saw you were turning around instead of running to the door…what the hell were you doing?! Before he could do anything, Rick had realized it too and he had grabbed your arm, pushing you without any gentleness toward Lori and Carl.

“I think we left people behind!” You were saying.

“They don’t want to come!” Lori said, tugging at your hand so you almost fell out the broken door that the grenade had managed to open, making you walk out of the building too. There were walkers around and so Lori let go of your hand so she could hold Carl to her while everyone rushed to the vehicles.

Daryl didn’t think you’d be crazy enough to try and go back inside the CDC and you were eyeing the RV as if you were considering taking refuge inside, but Daryl’s free hand reached out for you anyway, grabbing your arm and tugging you with him towards his pick-up, making you run in front of him. You seemed a bit surprised but didn’t resist, keeping up Daryl’s pace. Once at the pick-up, you opened the door and Daryl pushed you inside unceremoniously.

“Down!”

You crawled into the space under the seats and Daryl rushed to get inside too, covering his body with yours, his forehead almost nudging the back of your shoulder as you both flattened yourselves against the floor of the car, bracing for the explosion.

It was even louder than Daryl expected, rattling the pick-up, and Daryl felt you flinching under him. Once his ears stopped ringing, he heard you panting, your body still shaking. He realized how his body was pressed against your back and he forced himself to pull back from you, flustered enough to not notice that he was shaking and breathing hard too.

“Ya okay?” He rasped and you nodded while you turned around to face him, looking as scared as the first time he saw you, alone and unarmed in the woods, or even more scared.

“Yeah…you?”

“The hell were ya doin’ tryin’ to go back?!” Daryl snapped instead of answering.

“I…don’t know…I thought we were leaving people behind, and I imagined, what if it was me, what if I couldn’t run or I tripped or something, and nobody waited for me and helped me, what if everyone left me…”

Daryl couldn’t get himself to snap at you again, even if he thought you were a reckless idiot, even if he was scared that you could have died…he got what you were saying…

He wouldn’t have left you, though, he knew that, but he guessed you didn’t know it and he didn’t know how to tell you, or if he even wanted to tell you, because it made him feel like a fool.

You looked at him, he wasn’t on top of you anymore but he was close enough that he could feel your body heat.

“Thank you,” you said softly and Daryl wasn’t very sure of what you were thanking him for, or if maybe somehow you knew he wouldn’t be able to leave you behind…foolish or not, he hoped that you knew.

Being so close to you, your eyes on his, was making him feel all flustered and awkward, but also, it might be the shock, but, did he want to kiss you? Daryl rushed to pull away from you completely, moving up from the floor to sit on the driver seat, and offering you a hand to help you up too.

While you moved to sit up on the passenger seat, Daryl let out a snort of disbelief as he looked out of the window, a smile tugging at his lips…you were going to like this.

“Look.”

You followed his gaze and gasped when you saw Andrea and Dale crawling out from behind some rubble, shaken but alive.

“They made it out!” You exclaimed. “But…Jacquie…”

Daryl didn’t say anything, giving you a size glance…judging by your face, you knew that Jacquie had died in the explosion. “We gotta leave,” he said. “The explosion’s bringin’ walkers.”

He could see a group of them already approaching, while Rick gestured from his car for everyone to get going…to where, Daryl didn’t know, but from now he’d follow Rick's car until they were away from walkers.

“I, uh…I can go to the RV…” You said but Daryl ignored you, fishing the keys out of his pocket and turning on the engine of the pickup.

You didn’t say anything either, but neither did you leave, leaning back against your seat and buckling up the seatbelt as Dary began to drive.

* The sea of vehicles was impossible to cross with the cars, much less the RV, and Daryl knew he might even have trouble with his bike. He knew he could pull through, though, but he didn’t really feel like leaving everyone else behind anymore.

He’d left his pickup behind, along with most of the cars, in order to save gas, and although he’d hated it at first, he knew the bike was more convenient to navigate places like this.

Daryl looked around, looking for you even if he told himself he was not. Since ditching the pickup, you’d been going on the RV. Daryl had been wondering sometimes about asking you if you wanted him to take you on his bike…he didn’t know why, though, he’d be more comfortable riding by himself, and you would say no anyway, so he quickly shut that annoying voice in his head.

His eyes found you hanging with Rick, as you always seemed to do lately, and Daryl didn’t get why he felt so annoyed by it, but he hated it and he felt ridiculous for it. You both were talking, Daryl didn’t know about what, and you were smiling…what you had to smile about in that graveyard…but there you were, smiling at Rick, nudging his arm as you both went back and forth about Daryl didn’t know what, but something bitter gripped at his gut.

Then, your eyes found him too, and you turned to smile at him…it was stupid, that you were smiling, given the situation, but yet, as always, your smile seemed to send those silly, stupid twirls to his belly, and his legs seemed to carry him by themselves to you, dragging his bike with him.

“If we don’t start movin’ cars we ain’t gonna leave before it gets dark,” he complained, had you all forgotten what you had to do…maybe he should really just ride away and leave you all there to fend for yourselves…but he couldn’t and he knew he wouldn’t.

“Yeah, I was just about to check the cars with Lori and some others, see if we find something useful,” you said, waving to Lori, who nodded along with Rick.

It was needed, Daryl knew it, you all better find some supplies because you had pretty much nothing left, or at the very least, not enough to reach Fort Benning as it was the plan. As soon as the road was free and you all found an area more secluded, Daryl should go hunting.

“Let’s get to it…we also need more fuel if we don’t want to leave more cars behind,” Rick said.

“Better hope no, I don’t think even more people can fit inside that RV,” you sighed, but you also were smiling as if you were joking or not really annoyed. “At this point, I think the one who’s more comfortable is Daryl on that bike.” You smiled at him again and Daryl looked down.

“Doubt it,” Rick snorted and Daryl glared at him even if he knew he was joking…his brother’s bike was great and he loved riding, so whatever.

“Well…maybe you can give me a ride someday and then I can judge,” you told Daryl…did you mean it? Or were you just joking…

“That seems really unsafe,” Lori said and Daryl scoffed.

“If you say so.” You rolled your eyes. “It seems to me Daryl has managed it just fine for now…so, yeah, would you take me on the bike one day? Just for a bit?” You asked and Daryl just shrugged, unable to say anything, eyes down.

“Anyway…come on, let’s check the car,” Rick said, starting to walk, and you nodded, smiling at Daryl again before you began inspecting the closest car.

Daryl didn’t know how he’d been so slow to realize how a big group of walkers was approaching, he didn’t notice it until it was too late and the freaks were on them, and he cursed at himself. Then again, there were more people and he was not the one on watch, but it seemed that yet again, they didn’t know how to do nothing by themselves.

He was couched down, hiding behind a car, knife on the ready, while his eyes frantically looked for you.

When he found you, ahead of him, you had tried to hide too, but it seemed a walker could hear you or smell you, and he’d gone straight for you.

Daryl was not about to look at you get torn to shreds without doing nothing, but before he could rush to you, you had already gotten up, the stick to which he’d carved a sharp end on your hands, and you stabbed it under the jaw of the monster, pushing it up towards the brain, and Daryl felt like cheering you, which he knew was utterly stupid.

The monster was still struggling, though, even though it was just managing to get more impaled in your stick, so it seemed you hadn’t reached the brain, and you were having trouble maneuvering like that, so Daryl ran to you, quickly stabbing the skull of the walker with his hunting knife, killing it and pushing it away from you, sliding it off your stick.

“Thanks,” you breathed out, panting, and Daryl didn’t say anything, scanning your surroundings to check the approaching walkers and to try and find a place to hide, while his hand quickly reached to hold your wrist.

Some people were hiding under cars, it seemed the quicker, safer option given the circumstances, and so Daryl ran to the closest one with enough space under it, pulling you with him.

“Down,” he whispered to you, and you didn’t lose time, crawling under the car, Daryl right behind you.

You had been under the car for less than a minute when Daryl heard you gasp and your hand squeezed his arm. He followed your gaze and saw T-Dog stumbling, his arm heavily bleeding as if he had cut it, while a couple of walkers headed to him…shit…

Daryl knew that if he got out from under the car, he might very well end like walker’s dinner himself too, and T-Dog was nothing to him, he left Merle to die, he hated him too, and yet…

“Stay here,” Daryl told you hushedly before he crawled from under the car, knife on the ready again as he ran to help T-Dog.

* Daryl knew that things could always get worse, but he wished that, for once, he’d been wrong.

Now Sophia was missing, lost in the woods, alone with nobody to help her from walkers, and Daryl had done his best to track her but he couldn’t find her.

He felt like a failure, looking at Carol felt like a punch to the gut, but the sun was going down and there was not much else he could do for now. He’d start looking for the little girl with the first light, though, and he’d find her.

Rick had been trying to help him, and even if Daryl was still very wary of the cop, he had to admit he hadn’t done bad, and he’d heard Lori saying that Rick had run right behind Sophia the moment she ran away without caring if a walker got him.

Carol, though, didn’t seem to think it was enough, but Daryl couldn’t blame her, considering that her daughter was lost in the woods at night. She blamed Rick for leaving her alone, for having gotten her lost.

Lori said that Rick had done the best he could, and you too spoke up for him, Daryl noticed it. When Carol reproached Rick again, before rushing to the RV, crying, and some people gave Rick looks too, you approached him, leaning closer to him, squeezing his arm, and saying something that Daryl couldn’t catch.

Something twisted in Daryl’s belly…yes, Rick didn’t deserve that treatment, he’d done what he could, and he’d tried helping him track…but Daryl didn’t see anyone saying thank you to him, not that he needed it, he wanted to find Sophia and he didn’t care what those people thought

But still…still, he was feeling pretty defeated and useless at that moment, so maybe, just maybe, part of him longed for you to comfort him too, to be nice and reassuring like you were being to Rick…

But no. He didn’t want that and he very much did not wish for it. It was a foolish thought, stupid, it was weakness.

He was going to find that little girl and he didn’t need no help, no thanks, or no nice words.

Turning around, Daryl went back into the woods, ignoring the darkness settling in and your voice calling for him as he walked away.

Not even an hour later, Daryl came back, empty-handed…what was he expecting, trying to track in the dark? At least he had checked that there weren’t walkers around, just one, so Sophia was probably hidden and safe.

He felt ridiculous for whatever you’d made him feel, for allowing you to make him feel upset enough that he left to try and track in the darkness, why was he even upset, whatever you made him feel was stupid, weakness…and yet, once again, his eyes looked for you, wondering if you were asleep.

He found you leaning against a car, talking with Rick…Daryl wasn’t surprised but for some reason he was annoyed anyway. He chose to ignore it. At least you two weren’t laughing now.

When you saw him, you told something to Rick. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you squeezed his hand, and something twisted in Daryl’s belly. Then, you made your way to him, and Daryl had to fight the ridiculous urge that made him want to retreat from you.

“Nothing?” You asked, and Daryl almost didn’t manage to stop himself from snapping at you, hating the way in which you made him feel. He just shook his head and you let out a sigh. “You’re trying, thank you for that,” you told him, taking him by surprise, and those stupid twirls stubbornly danced in his belly.

You were reaching to squeeze his hand, and even though he’d wanted you to do that, as you did to Rick, it still made him move his hand away from you harshly as if you had burned him.

“Can’t see shit,” he grumbled. “I’ll find her in the morning.”

You nodded at that, and you gave him a weak and tired smile…did you really mean it? Did you really think that he’d find Sophia? Some of the others didn’t seem too hopeful, even if they didn’t say anything in front of Carol. Maybe you were just being nice? It was foolish, it was weakness, but Daryl wanted to believe that you meant it, that you really thought he’d find the little girl in the morning…

“I’m gonna take watch,” he said, heading to the RV, Dale was on top but Daryl rather trusted himself.

“Hey, wait.” You followed him. “Somebody else will, we’ll take turns, you’ve been looking for Sophia and you said you’ll go again at sunrise, you’re the only one who can track her, so get some sleep, okay?” You told him and you kept going before Daryl could tell you to shut it. “I got a sleeping bag ready for you on the RV’s floor…it’s not too comfortable and it’s a tight fit, but there’s not much space left…”

Daryl looked up from the ground and at you at that, frowning. You had saved him a spot to sleep, while everyone was claiming car seats and any other space, and he just had his bike? You had even gotten him the sleeping bag ready for when he came back? Daryl tried his best to smother the feelings that the idea gave him.

“Uh…thanks…” He mumbled, looking down shyly, making the mistake to glance at you just in time to see your tired smile growing, making him feel all weird again, before you quietly ushered him into the RV.

Somehow, things just kept getting worse.

Sophia was still lost, he couldn’t find her no matter he went out everyday, people were starting to lose hope, and the other kid, Carl, had been shot in a hunting accident.

In a much-needed strike of luck, there was a farm owned by a veterinarian close, and Carl had been taken in and patched up, so he’d pulled through and in a little more than a couple of days he was already up, but it had been a close call.

Rick’d been a mess about it, pushing Sophia’s search to the side, but Daryl couldn’t blame him, not when his kid almost died, he got it. Rick had you by his side, though, Daryl could see you talking to him every day with comforting touches and words, hugging him, and Daryl felt like an asshole and like an idiot for the bitter way in which it made his gut twitch.

You were there for him too, though, always kind and supportive in his search for Sophia, despite it being a failure, and Daryl couldn’t help but shy away from you, even if he felt like an idiot.

Right now, he was coming back to the farm, empty-handed yet again, feeling like shit, a failure…

Approaching the area, he noticed that you and Rick were at the treeline near the woods, slightly hidden from view and away from the buildings and tents. You both were talking close to each other, your hands on his shoulders, and then Rick was leaning closer, hiding his face on your neck while you wrapped your arms around him, holding him to you.

The bitterness that clenched Daryl’s stomach was stronger than ever, an arrow seemed to twist in his heart, and he had to resist the stupid urge to go and shove Rick away from you.

He’d been thinking for a while now that you liked Rick, and he'd been trying to ignore how it made him feel as much as he tried to ignore the way in which you made him feel…Now there he had it, even clearer. Were you two sneaking to the woods to sleep together like Lori and Shane used to do? As if they needed more drama.

Daryl had thought that even if you liked Rick, you wouldn’t go after him because he was married, but it seemed you didn’t care, and Rick didn’t look like he cared about cheating either.

Whatever…Daryl didn’t have time for that nor for the feelings that were twisting his stomach…He should have left this group, he shouldn’t have agreed to follow Rick to Fort Benning…

He should have never cared for you…he didn’t, he didn’t feel anything for you, or for nobody, he needed nobody, he didn’t need your smile, or your touch, or your kindness, you could go and fuck Rick as much as you wanted, it was not his business…

So why did he feel like that, why did he feel that stab in his heart, why did he feel like crying…he was a weak fool…If Merle were there, he’d shake some sense into him…he’d be embarrassing his brother as much as he was embarrassing himself.

When you pulled back from Rick’s embrace, you said something to each other, before Rick began walking towards the buildings. You didn’t follow him, and Daryl bitterly wondered if you both didn’t want the others to see you walking back together after sneaking into the woods.

Then, though, he realized that it might be because you had seen him, you were looking straight at him, for some reason smiling, but your smile now just felt like a punch. You half-walked, half-jogged to him, but Daryl ignored you, walking away.

You followed him, though, calling for him. “Daryl! Hey, wait!”

What, did you want to ask him not to tell everyone that you were messing around with Rick in the woods? Daryl turned around, resisting every urge that asked him to yell at you, though he didn’t know why he didn’t do it, you’d probably leave him alone if he did.

His glare seemed to take you aback, and you stopped in your tracks, looking at him with a frown, but you spoke nonetheless, your voice soft. “Nothing again?” No, he didn’t find Sophia or any tracks, and it just irked him even more.

“Like ya care,” Daryl snapped, turning his back to you as he began to walk again.

“What…Daryl…” You rushed behind him until you could walk around and stop in front of him, and Daryl almost, almost felt like pushing you so he could keep walking away, but he wouldn’t lie a hand on you in that way, no matter when he was angry. “Why do you say that? You know I care…”

You looked hurt and it made Daryl feel like shit, which somehow just irked him more.

“Yeah…yeah, ya all care so much, yet I’m the only one lookin’ for Sophia,” Daryl snapped.

Truth be told, you had offered to help, but he’d dismissed you, he didn’t want you getting lost too, or cornered by walkers when you still didn’t fight them good enough...he had rudely pointed all that at you, and regretted how harsh his words had been.

“We care, Rick, he said-” You tried to say something, but the mention of Rick just vexed Daryl more.

“Yeah, Rick said he’d organize groups, ya said ya’d help, but ya both are too busy fuckin’ on the woods,” he snapped, glaring at you.

You looked at him, opening and closing your mouth without a sound, seeming dumbfounded…were you hoping he hadn’t noticed it? Daryl scoffed and began to walk again.

“What…what the hell are you talking about!” You called after him and when Daryl didn’t stop, he felt your hand grabbing his wrist, so he pulled his arm away, turning to glare at you. “Rick and I…we’re not sleeping together!”

“Sure…don’t worry, I ain’t gonna tell anyone, we ain’t needin’ more drama,” Daryl scoffed, trying to sound mocking instead of hurt.

“We’re not sleeping together! Why do you say that?!” You insisted. “Christ, Daryl, we were just hugging, Rick’s a married man! He’s not going to cheat on his wife! And do you think I’d do that to Lori?!”

No, he hadn’t thought so, but it was clear that he didn’t fucking know you. Daryl was still too upset to admit that he might be wrong about Rick and you…if maybe you weren’t fucking him yet because he was married, that didn’t mean you didn’t want to do it.

“Lori’s fuckin’ Shane so ask her and maybe she won’t mind that you shag her husband instead,” Daryl snapped it in his anger and cursed at himself right away…he should keep his mouth shut about that, he didn’t want to get dragged into that mess…but he’d leave as soon as he found Sophia anyway.

You gaped at him at that. “Are you…are you kidding me right now? How do you know…do you have any proof or you just saw them hugging too?” You looked at him warily, your words and look only serving to annoy Daryl more.

“Walked into them on the woods at the quarry a couple of times, they didn’t notice, could have been a walker for all they cared,” Daryl scoffed.

“Daryl…I need...I’m not sleeping with Rick, okay? But listen to me, please?” You asked and Daryl wanted to snap again and rush away from you, but there was something on your face, serious and urgent, that stopped him from doing so. “Are you serious? Did you really see them?” You asked and Daryl nodded. “Shit…when was the last time you saw them?”

“Couple of days before my brother went to Atlanta, before I went out huntin’,” Daryl told you, he didn’t know what that had to do with anything. “Why?”

“Shit…” You muttered, closing your eyes tight.

“What the hell’s goin’ on?” Daryl didn’t know if he was more annoyed or more confused.

“I…I shouldn’t…I’m not supposed to say…” You murmured, seeming torn, and Daryl was running low on patience. “Do you think I should tell Rick about Lori?”

Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes. “The fuck do I know or care?” He snapped. “But it doesn’t mean he’ll dump Lori for ya.” Daryl realized how bitter he sounded, but he couldn’t care.

“Damn, Daryl, I told you I don’t want to sleep with Rick!” You snapped back. “It’s just…shit…I…I’m not supposed to say but…just…promise me you won’t say anything…but…Lori’s pregnant,” you finally blurted out.

Daryl stared at you, dumbfounded, while you fidgeted as you looked down, seeming worried, and guilty that you had told him what seemed Rick and Lori’s secret…Pregnant in this world, having a baby surrounded by flesh-eating monsters, and while also sleeping with Shane…

“Shit…”

“Yeah…yeah, shit.” You nodded, brows furrowing. “That’s…that’s why Rick was worried and that’s why we were hugging, not…not for whatever you thought.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes, and Daryl couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed. “Lori, she’s scared, she wanted to get rid of it but she changed her mind…Rick really, really wants it, but that doesn’t mean he’s not scared…”

Yeah, no shit, Daryl got it…he wondered how he��d feel if he were in Rick’s place, what he’d do…it was overwhelming…

“Daryl…” You looked at him, still fidgeting. “Do you think…do you think the baby could be…Shane’s?” You whispered.

“Yeah.” Daryl nodded. “Big chance.” The mess that those three were was just going to get bigger…he couldn’t help but be glad and relieved that you were not part of it as he’d thought, but he tried to ignore it.

“Shit…” You cursed again and Daryl shared the sentiment enough to nod. “I…Rick should know, right? But…it’s not my place…or is it? I’m his friend…shit, what do I do? Should I tell him?”

Daryl didn’t have answers for you, and he shrugged. “Dunno…yeah, I suppose he should know but…what good is that gonna do? Dunno…this is a big fuckin’ mess…” And the last damn thing they needed, given the situation. “This group is worse than a soap opera,” he complained.

“Yeah,” you agreed, letting out a nervous chuckle. “Maybe Lori will tell him, maybe she already did and that’s why Rick was so upset…” You suggested and Daryl had no clue “I’m not…not judging Lori, really, it was not cheating, not really, she thought Rick was dead, and she and Shane were close and lonely…so…yeah? I don’t know…”

Daryl had nothing to tell you about that, and he just shrugged, trying to quiet or at least control the thousand thoughts in his mind.

“I’d be more worried ‘bout what Shane’s gonna do when he finds ‘bout the baby,” Daryl muttered.

He’d never been friends with Shane, hadn’t even really liked him, but he’d respected his efforts to keep the group safe and going, but for a while now, something about Shane felt off and Daryl had some dark suspicious about him that he hadn’t shared with anyone…you seemed worried enough, so he wouldn’t tell you for now either.

“No, I’d be more worried about the baby,” you sighed, and…okay, fair point. “Like…look at us, look at the world? How’s Lori going to be healthy during the pregnancy? And the baby? How are they going to be healthy, safe? This is a nightmare…”

Daryl hated to see you upset and worried, it clenched his heart in a different way than seeing you with Rick did…he wished to make you feel better.

“We’re in this farm now, it’s safe with the fences, we can grow crops and we got cattle, I can hunt in the woods, Hershel’s like a doctor,” he listed all the good things you all had now, omitting all the bad…but honestly, it was kind of better than how he’d grown up, just with different kind of monsters. “Everyone’s gonna pitch in to help with the baby.” Daryl may not see eye to eye with most of the group, he may not get along with most, but he still had no doubt that they’d help. “Lori and the baby are gonna be okay.”

He was surprised to realize that he almost believed his own words…it was stupid and naive, he should know better, you always had to expect the worst and be ready, he’d seen it time after time…but he couldn’t help it.

“That if Hershel doesn’t kick us out…” You sighed, looking down, but then you looked at him and gave him a small, weak smile. “But, yeah, you’re right, it could be worse.” The smile disappeared and you went serious again. “You can’t tell anyone, please…I wasn’t supposed to say it…”

“I won’t…” Daryl assured you…he was in no rush to speed up the drama that was coming.

“Thanks…All we can do is worry, I hate it, it feels like a bomb about to go off…” You complained with another sigh and Daryl nodded, he understood the feeling. “But our focus now should be on looking for Sophia.”

Daryl nodded, he agreed with that too…but he just kept being a failure and finding nothing. He expected you to call him out on it, but you didn’t, you just gave him a soft smile.

Your eyes looked over his dirt-stained face after a day of tracking in the woods, and Daryl couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. “You must be tired…I saved you some dinner, come on, I’ll heat it while you clean up a bit.”

You gestured at him to follow you as you began to walk towards the house, but Daryl could just look at you for a few seconds, wondering if that warmth that spread through his chest no matter that he tried to stop it was just gratitude, or also something more, something that he’d been trying to ignore and smother for a while now…

* Daryl tried to stay conscious but couldn’t, he could feel himself slipping in and out of it, the pain muffled now even if it was very much still there, but he felt so tired…

He couldn’t believe he’d been careless enough to not only let the stupid horse throw him, but also to fall onto his own arrow, pass out, and almost become some dead asshole’s dinner… He remembered Merle, but barely recalled how he’d managed to make it back to the farm…and then Andrea had shot him…fucking hell…

Everything was a blur after that…he was pretty sure Rick and Shane had dragged him to the house, Hershel had been patching him up, he remembered the pain and how annoyed the vet had seemed, and you had been there too…

Daryl forced himself to open his eyes, everything was blurry but the room was empty now, except for you, who was sitting down on the bed near him, leaning to look at him with worry, your hand hovering over the wound at the side of his head, but your touch was so soft that Daryl couldn’t even feel it.

“Hey…” You whispered when you saw him opening his eyes, and Daryl wanted to say something, he had to say something, there were things to do, Sophia…

Before he could try to say a word, though, he was falling unconscious again…

He didn’t know how much time was he out, but Daryl woke up to the pleasant feeling of your fingers softly caressing his face and hair. He almost hummed out loud, and he found himself wanting to feel that touch for the whole evening. He couldn’t will his eyes to open, he still ached everywhere and he was exhausted, but also he was afraid that if you knew he was awake, you might stop…

Soon, though, he remembered everything that he was supposed to be doing, and he forced his eyes to open, blinking blearily as he groaned.

“Hey…” You said softly as he tried to look at you and make your image focus. You were not caressing his face anymore, but your fingers were still on his cheek. “How are you? Does it hurt? You can’t take more painkillers until a couple of hours, I’m sorry…”

You seemed anxious and scared…were you really that worried for him? The thought was warm and soft, and overwhelming…

“I’m fine…” Daryl mumbled even if everything ached and his eyes wanted to close again. You pulled your hand away and Daryl had to muffle the sound of complaint that he almost let out at that. “Sophia…I, uh…”

“You found her doll, you brought it back,” you finished for him when his foggy brain didn’t seem to want to give him words. “Did you see Sophia? Is she…”

“She wasn’t there,” Daryl said before you could say what you were fearing. “But…the doll…Sophia, she can’t be far, and there was this cabin, someone was living there, someone small…” Everything was slowly coming back to his mind. “I…” He tried to sit up and groaned at how it hurt.

“Daryl, no,” you said firmly, but the hand that you placed on his chest to make him lay down again was gentle. “You’re very hurt, you could have died, Hershel said…you have to rest.”

“Nah…” Daryl grunted, trying to sit up again, but the pain in his side stopped him more than your hand on his sheet-covered chest. “Sophia can’t be far from there…” He’d lost enough days already trying to find any tracks, now he had something, he couldn’t lose more.

“Daryl, you can’t go, you’re very hurt, you’ll pass out,” you reminded him. “You can’t even leave the bed.”

Daryl tried to prove you wrong but couldn’t, he managed to sit up, but the pain on his side, where the arrow had gone through him, made him whimper and tear up, the throbbing of the wound at the side of his head seemed to reverberate through all his head, and he felt so, so tired and drained…he also felt weak and useless.

He let himself fall down on the pillow with a pained grunt, annoyed and upset. You looked at him, still seeming so worried, eyes so caring that Daryl couldn’t believe you were looking at him. You reached out as if to caress his face again, but you didn’t, and Daryl couldn’t help but wish that you had.

“I’ll go get Rick, you can tell him where you found the doll so he can go check the place for Sophia, okay?” You asked him softly…it was not okay, Rick couldn’t track, he probably wouldn’t want to go until the morning…but it was the best he could do for now, and so he nodded. “I’ll be back in a second.”

You rushed out of the room, but it didn’t take you long to come back, as if Rick had been close.

“Hey man,” the cop greeted, unfolding a map as he headed to the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Like shit,” Daryl scoffed. Rick let out a chuckle, smirking and shaking his head, and Daryl was surprised to find that it didn’t annoy him, it didn’t feel like he was laughing at him. “Give me that map.”

Daryl pointed at best as possible to where he’d found the doll, instructed Rick on how to keep searching from there, and no matter if he was annoyed when Rick said he’d keep searching in the morning because now it'd gotten dark, the pain killers were wearing off and he felt so exhausted and in pain that Daryl knew he couldn’t go out to look for Sophia that evening.

When Rick walked out of the room, you looked at Daryl. “I’ll leave you to rest,” you told him, and Daryl knew that it was stupid, that it was weakness, but he didn’t want you to leave, he wanted you to stay there at his side, and maybe stroke his hair again.

Daryl pushed past his shyness, past his insecurities, past the voice of his brother in his head calling him weak and stupid, and everything else, to tell you that.

“Stay,” he rasped, eyeing the spot on the bed next to him where you had been sat down before he woke up.

You didn’t say anything and nerves clenched Daryl’s stomach, but when he glanced at you, keeping his head down, you were smiling softly. You sat down on the bed, smiling at him, but Daryl looked away, flustered and shy.

After a moment of silence, you spoke. “He’s impressed with you, you know, Rick…well, everyone is.”

Daryl scoffed at that. “What, that I fell down a horse and into my own damn arrow?”

“No, silly…” You sighed. “That you managed to come back like that. That you saw that small, dirty doll from afar.”

“I got eyes,” Daryl muttered, shrugging and closing his eyes tight for a second when the movement made him ache.

You let out a soft chuckle. “Observant, that’s what you said to Andrea the night that we stayed in a warehouse after the CDC, remember?” You asked and yes, he did. “There were corpses there, you said that alive people did that, not walkers, Andrea asked how you knew, and you told her it was called being observant.”

“Yeah…and she just shot me thinkin’ I was a walker.” Daryl remembered Andrea’s voice saying that, apologizing again and again while Rick and Shane dragged him to the house and he was almost unconscious. “I guess she ain’t that observant.”

“Well…you were far, and truly, you looked a bit like a walker,” you said but you were smiling as if joking, and Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he couldn’t help his weak smirk.

There was a moment of silence, and then you spoke again. “You, uh…you’re not that observant either…not for everything at least…”

“What ya mean?” Daryl frowned at you.

“Well…you thought I had a thing with Rick, for starters,” you said.

“Yeah…well…” Daryl didn’t know what to say and he shifted on the bed awkwardly, regretting it when the movement made the ache worse. He wondered about telling you what he was thinking, he wasn’t sure, but it escaped past his lips. “What if, uh…if he wasn’t married?”

You let out a sigh that sounded almost exasperated. “It wouldn’t matter because I don’t like Rick like that, I’ve told you already.”

“Okay…” Daryl supposed he had to believe you.

There was another moment of silence before you spoke again.

“There’s something else that you didn’t see…” You said quietly.

Daryl thought you were teasing him, making conversation, but when he looked at you, you were fidgeting, seeming nervous and unsure.

“Yeah?” He whispered back.

“Mmh mmh…” You nodded without looking at him. “I don’t like Rick…but I, uh…well…I like you. That is.”

Daryl blinked at you…were you joking? Taking the piss at him? No…you didn’t look like so…but, were you for real? You liked him? It couldn’t be…why…twirls were dancing in his belly and his heart sped up. He didn’t know what to do, and if he hadn’t been so hurt, he might have bolted out of the room and hid like a coward.

You looked at him, still fidgety and nervous, but now you also looked sad. “Okay…when you wake up tomorrow, we’re going to pretend that the painkillers made you dream that I said that…please…” You seemed so flustered and embarrassed.

“Wait,” Daryl called for you, you weren’t moving but you seemed nervous and he was afraid you may try to leave. “Do you, uh…did you mean it?”

“I…” You let out a sigh, still seeming embarrassed. “Yes.”

“Why?” Daryl frowned at you, and your brow was furrowed too when you glanced at him, as if he’d taken you aback.

“Why what?”

“Why…ya know…” Daryl said vaguely, he was feeling more than shy too.

“Why I like you? What…what kind of question is that…I just do… you saved my life, remember, that first day we met?” You asked, and of course,Daryl remembered. “You are brave, and sometimes you’re harsh and rude, but you are also selfless and kind, a good person, even if you say that you aren’t, you’ve always helped us, and look at you now looking for Sophia, and…well, you’re also kind of a rather interesting and handsome guy so…”

You seemed flustered, but Daryl was way worse. “I ain’t…ain’t that, selfless, or kind, or…handsome,” he scoffed, feeling his cheeks heating up more and more.

“Well…I just proved that you are not that observant, so maybe you don’t see yourself as you are.” You shrugged without looking at him. “But…don’t take it badly but it’s kind of embarrassing that I told you all that, so, again, please, let’s pretend it was a pain-induced dream…”

Daryl knew he had a chance, but he didn’t know if he was brave enough to take it, to speak up, no matter that you had said you thought he was brave. He knew what it was that he felt for you, no matter if he’d tried to ignore it, to negate it, to smother it, thinking that it made him stupid and weak, thinking that he didn’t have a chance…

Did he really want to take the chance, though? Did he want that with you? Or did it really make him stupid and weak, as Merle had told him when he was hallucinating? He wasn’t sure…he didn’t know…

But in the end, he couldn’t stop himself from speaking up…or from trying.

“I, uh…too…” He muttered and winced at himself, he wasn’t making sense. “I mean…that I, uh…like ya…”

“Daryl…” Your soft voice saved him from his babbled embarrassment. “You don’t have to say anything, okay, you’re in pain, and you’re exhausted, I shouldn’t have told you all that at this moment…”

“But I mean it…” Daryl told you quietly, afraid that you were going to backtrack and leave him now that he’d made up his mind.

“Yeah?” You asked, sounding unsure, and Daryl forced himself to push past his shyness to look at you. You were watching him intently and he nodded.

Nerves clenched his stomach when you didn’t say anything, but you reached to touch his cheek, and Daryl couldn’t stop himself from letting out a soft, content hum, or from leaning into your touch, and you smiled softly at that.

You moved closer to him, leaning over him, and Daryl didn’t want to do it, but instinct made him flinch as you approached him, getting so close, so you stopped moving immediately, frowning, and he couldn’t help but wonder and fear if his stupid reaction may have bothered you.

“Daryl, are you sure? Are you okay?” You asked him quietly, you didn’t seem annoyed, just concerned.

“Yeah,” he rasped.

“Okay…” You were still watching him intently but you seemed to believe him. “Tell me if you want me to move away, okay? It’ll be okay, I won’t mind.” Another nod and then your fingers were back on his cheek, caressing it softly, and Daryl breathed, trying to relax. “Can I kiss you?” You whispered.

Daryl swallowed hard. Yes, you could, and he wanted you to do it, so why was he so nervous? His brother would be laughing at him, getting so nervous just for a kiss, it was ridiculous…

“Yeah,” he murmured when his nod didn’t seem to be enough.

You moved slowly, as if you were trying not to startle him again and as if you wanted to give him time to change his mind. Daryl closed his eyes, and then he felt your lips softly kissing his forehead…he wondered how just that could make him feel like melting, could make something flutter in his belly. He felt a bit ridiculous, but mostly he just felt warm and good…

“Okay?” You asked him, your hand on his cheek. When Daryl nodded, you leaned in again, and this time you kissed the cheek that your fingers had been caressing. “Still okay?” You asked and Daryl nodded again. “Then…can I…” You whispered, glancing at his lips before looking at his eyes, and Daryl nodded.

You leaned in, slowly, as if waiting for him to change his mind, but he didn’t, and you kissed his lips, making Daryl’s heart jump as he seemed to almost forgot how to breathe, but he kissed you back when you began to move away.

He opened his eyes to find you smiling at him, looking happy and beautiful, and Daryl couldn’t help his own smile. He was content, happy even…it might make him stupid, weak, but…Daryl didn’t care.

“Okay?” You asked again and Daryl nodded.

“Yeah…” Better than okay.

Your smile grew at that, and then you were kissing him again. This time, the kiss was longer, it didn’t take a second for Daryl to kiss you back, his hand going to the back of your head, holding you close.

When you pulled back, you rested your forehead on his, and it might be a small gesture, but Daryl thought he might melt. When eventually you moved back, you began to caress his face again, and Daryl closed his tired eyes, a hum of content making it past his lips.

“Daryl,” you called his name softly. “Do you want me to stay here with you tonight? Would it be okay?” Yeah…yeah, he wanted you and it’d be more than okay.

“Stay,” he told you, opening his eyes to look at you, pulling at the sheets to make space for you, in case you weren’t sure that he meant it, that he really wanted you to stay.

You smiled and lay down next to him. You reached out and, tentatively, placed an arm over him. It made Daryl feel warm and content in a way he was not used to, and he greedily soaked in the feeling, placing his hand over your arm and ever so softly wiggling closer to you, to which you moved closer to him too, curling to his side as you held him.

“Sleep,” you whispered. “You need it and you deserve it.” He was too tired to fight you on it.

Daryl closed his eyes with a content, satisfied sigh. It may make him silly, it may make him weak, but he couldn’t care, he felt warm, safe, and loved, falling asleep like that, with you holding him.

N/A

I’m not too happy with how this turned out, but I hope you enjoyed it. If you did, comments and reblogs mean the world.

As always, excuse my English, it’s not my first language.

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okay babe, after working my 2 remaining brain cells I have come up with a request for my boyfiii/hubby joonie (joon's whores™️ pls rise up) 🫣 i'd love a childhood bestfriends to lovers, fluff and smut ofc (if inspo hits, maybe a tiny pinch of angst? if not, it's okay 😌) here are some prompts :

Having so many inside jokes that just the two of them know, that other people often don’t understand their humor. “I’m just scared of losing you.” “Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.”

and you know i'm extra, so here's some visual inspo (honestly, any excuse show off my domestic boyfriend pics 🫣)

okay okay love you to the moon and back 🌝, i am not sorry for the feral sounds that will come out of me once this thing is posted (i will need to be put down) ❤️❤️❤️

about love | knj (m)

>> pairing bestfriend!namjoon x fem!reader

>> genre/au's childhood best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | crack

>> summary during your trip to the aquarium, namjoon blurts out something that creates an unexpected turn to your friendship.

>> word count 2.8k

>> author's note living for the boyfie pics of joon hehe i hope u enjoy this drabble baby. i included everything u mentioned (minus angst lol) i hope u don't fall more in love with joon after reading this sjdfhcsjd

[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request, and prompts are marked in bold! thank you.]

Sundays meant one thing for you and Namjoon. It’s the day of the week where you both spend time together. This time, it was Namjoon’s turn to pick and usually he would pick an art exhibition or his favorite museum but, surprisingly enough he picked an aquarium.

You hadn’t been to one since you were five years old. It was on a school trip, you and Namjoon being forced to walk side by side and hold hands like the rest. That’s the only thing you remember — oh, and that silly inside joke that got created that day.

There’s something everyone knows about Namjoon. He’s incredibly smart. Ever since he was little he was always infatuated by random but very important facts — as he called them.

You were determined that jellyfishes were called roundy fishes. Which isn’t really a word but you were certain! It made sense to you, and Namjoon laughed when you shrieked how you were extremely excited to see the roundy fishes, until he discovered it was jellyfishes. Afterwards, he had made it his life mission to, one annoy you with the ridiculous name and two, give you every single fact about them.

Till this day, Namjoon still teased you with that.

The aquarium was the one from when you were small, basically where your friendship started to bloom. The thought of you being here with Namjoon almost 20 years later, made you nervous. A good nervous.

On your 20th birthday, you realized you were in love with Namjoon. It wasn’t even a special moment. He was just suddenly holding a silly tiny cake with a few candles and pushing you to make a wish as you blew on them. In that moment you had looked at him and something sparked in your heart. People would call it butterflies, but you called it a spark.

That spark never left. You weren’t exactly planning on ever telling him, his friendship meaning much more to you than ruining it by a confession.

Therefore, you kept it hidden. But, today he’s making it hard. Especially by showing up with a cute white sweater and his glasses.

Fuck.

“Ready to go see some roundy fishes?” Namjoon says, teasing you by knocking his elbow into yours.

“You’re still on that, I see.” You respond, trying to hide your smile as you both walk inside the aquarium.

The blue lights are all over the place, decorations of every living creature hanging on the walls.

Namjoon doesn’t even hesitate, dragging you by the arm directly towards the jellyfish.

You’re stunned by how beautiful they look. They’re moving in slow motion, creating what seems to be a whole different universe behind glass. It almost reminds you of the clumps of lava, floating in a lava lamp after you turn it on and let it sit for a few hours.

Somehow, you’re just standing in silence, admiring them silently while Namjoon stands next to you. He’s not saying anything either, but it’s a comfortable silence. It’s always like this with Namjoon. Just extreme comfort at all times.

You finally decide to turn your head towards Namjoon, noticing how he’s staring at you already. His expression is something you’ve never seen before. You can’t exactly pinpoint what he’s thinking, which is usually your best skill.

“What?” You ask.

“I’m in love with you.” Namjoon blurts out. Your eyes pop open by his words, mouth dropping silently as well.

What did he just say?!

“I—“

Namjoon seems to be getting out of his trance, smacking his lips and returning his gaze on the glass.

“Did you know that jellyfishes are 95% water?” Namjoon changes the subject quickly, spilling out every fact he has on your favorite fish.

“Namjoon.”

“They actually also have really short lifespans.” He continues, ignoring how you called out his name.

“Joonie.”

Namjoon returns his eyes to you. The nickname always does it for him.

“I’m sorry. I was just—“ He tries to explain before you cut him off.

“I’m in love with you, clumsy.”

Namjoon’s expression brings out a huge change. He begins to light up, almost turning the same color as the glowing jellyfishes.

“What.” He breathes out.

“Yeah.” You step closer.

“Holy shit.” Namjoon suddenly says. “You’re serious.” He points out, as if it wasn’t obvious before.

“You’re ridiculous.” You suddenly begin to laugh, your stomach feeling all kinds of weird because what just happened?!

“Wait. Since when have you..” He starts off.

“Since my 20th birthday.” You confess with confidence.

“Ha.” Namjoon chuckles. “I win.”

“Wait what?” You ask in confusion.

“Been in love with you ever since you called jellyfish roundy fishes.”

Fuck. He has got to be kidding.

“Please tell me you’re joking.” You say in disbelief.

“No. Five year old Namjoon was definitely onto something.” He admits, humor laced in his tone.

“Wow.” Your stomach just did a somersault.

“Meaning, he’s been waiting to do something for a really long time.” Namjoon explains, moving closer to you, both of your chests brushing against one another.

“Oh?”

Namjoon smiles, his dimples becoming prominent before he dips his head, his lips about to reach yours until—

“Wait.” You put a hand on his chest, causing his brows to furrow.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just… scared of losing you.” You admit.

There’s not really anything to be afraid of, you know that. But this is Namjoon. Silly, smart, clumsy Namjoon who’s been by your side for as long as you remember. This is scary. What if you mess up? Then you’ll eventually lose Namjoon and—

“Hey.” Namjoon catches you out of your thoughts.

“Don’t think of it as losing, it’s more like evolving. You’re not losing your best friend, you’re getting something extra.” Namjoon says, lightening up the room and washing every horrible thought away.

You nod, agreeing because he’s not exactly wrong. You’re just about to step into something else, but one thing that will never change is Namjoon being your best friend.

When Namjoon notices how you’re more relaxed, he takes the opportunity to finally kiss you.

It’s like everything around you stops the moment your lips meet. You feel like you’ve floated into a completely different place. Namjoon hesitates with giving you more than a peck, so just as he’s about to pull away, you grab his nape letting them touch again.

The kiss is slow. The kiss is the start of something.

Finally, you pull away. Namjoon can’t stop smiling and your whole body has turned warm.

Now, while you’re watching the jellyfish, Namjoon is holding your hand. They seem to fit so perfectly and your mind hasn’t even processed everything that just happened. But one thing you know for sure, is that you’ve never been happier.

The rest of the day, you walk around, Namjoon telling you everything he knows about each species. But it’s different this time, because each time he gets excited you get the urge to kiss him again and do so.

Namjoon doesn’t stop glowing the whole time you’re there, neither do you.

After a few hours, you both decide to head home. Namjoon sits in the passenger seat while you hum out the song playing on the radio.

When you finally arrive in front of his place, you both pause and look at each other again.

“Do you… want to come in?” Namjoon offers, scratching his neck while asking. A gesture he does when he’s nervous.

“I’d love to.” You seem more calm than he does.

“Oh, okay!” Namjoon gets excited, hurrying himself out of the car while you begin to laugh. You’re so in love with him it has turned ridiculous.

You’ve been in Namjoon’s apartment plenty of times. You could find everything with your eyes closed if you tried. This time, it’s a bit different. The atmosphere is clouded with love, while Namjoon scrambles to make you both some tea.

He’s excited, yes, but nervous too. He’s not the only one, you’re just better at controlling it.

When the tea has been made, you both sit down on his couch. He’s turned a few lamps on, the exposure of light dimmed which creates an oddly romantic vibe. Everything is unplanned. You’re just both living in the moment, talking and chatting about anything that comes to mind, while you play with his hair.

Something starts to shift when Namjoon stops talking about space, and decides to kiss you instead. The kiss is different from the first one. This time you’re both aiming for the same goal. Namjoon still seems hesitant, careful with moving his body closer to yours — which causes you to lead.

You pull Namjoon down on top of you, holding onto his waist as you continue to glide your lips above his. He tastes of peppermint tea, a taste you don’t really seem to mind.

It’s going somewhere you’re both aware of. Normally you would’ve been scared in such a situation, thinking you’re moving too fast but you’ve both been waiting so long for this moment that it doesn’t exactly feel like that.

Namjoon’s lips move from yours down to your neck, biting you gently before replacing it with his wet tongue. He’s really good at this. Fuck.

For the first time you’re already slightly panting by a minor action. It’s more the thought of it being Namjoon doing this, that he’s the one you’re currently making out with on his couch and not some random person from tinder or someone you met at the club. No. This is your best friend. Your other half. The one who’s apparently been in love with you ever since the first day you got to know him.

“I’m loving the extra things I’m getting.” You joke, running your fingers through his long strands while Namjoon giggles against your skin.

“Yeah, good you’re not missing out anymore.” What a cocky bastard.

“Mhm.” You hum, enjoying Namjoon hovering above you a tad bit too much.

“Wait. Are we doing this?” Namjoon pauses, removing his face from your neck. He’s looking at you, raising his eyebrow in question.

You pull him by the belt. “Yeah. We’re doing this.” You confirm, unbuckling his belt while Namjoon chuckles at your lack of patience.

But he’s no better himself, because before you know it he’s working his hands on your zipper, failing miserably but somehow making it work and opening them.

In sync, you both touch each other, groaning by the feeling. Namjoon feels big under your palm and he notices how you’re already wet from just a little hot make out sesh on his couch.

“Shit—“ Namjoon curses, sliding his fingers up and down above the fabric while you’re cupping him.

“Yeah.”

The sensation grows with every touch, a desperation coming to the surface. You’re certain Namjoon is going to fuck you on this couch, but he has other plans.

“Bedroom. Now.” He says in between pants. Too overwhelmed to form an actual sentence because holy shit you’re touching him, at this very moment. This isn’t a silly wet dream, no. This is real life and it’s about to happen.

It looks silly how you both get up so fast, running towards Namjoon’s bedroom as if there’s hidden gold in there. Namjoon closes the door even though he lives alone and you’re already laying down on his bed, waiting for him to join you.

The bed slightly dips when he joins you, grabbing your waist so you’re able to feel every inch of him as he kisses you softly. Your hands shamelessly feel his chest and arms, a weakness of yours when it comes to Namjoon and his body.

You remember the first time you saw him after a while, his shoulders broader and more toned. You tried not to show him how your eyes raked all over his body, checking him out with zero shame. Thankfully, Namjoon was too excited to see you to notice and you’re grateful for that.

But now, you can touch him there. Feel the edges of his muscles without having to wonder what they feel like. Fuck. You were right. They feel like a dream.

Namjoon moans against your lips when your hand moves upwards beneath his shirt, his soft skin burning against yours. You knew he had abs, he’s mentioned once or twice he was doing an abs workout when you’ve called him during his workout hours but— he’s truly ripped. The prominent edges of his abs tense under your touch and your mind is immediately sent into a whirlwind.

You grab onto his waist, moving him to hover above you once more. Although this time, Namjoon presses down on you, giving you a glimpse of how hard he is. He’s barely grazed his covered cock on you, and you’re whining beneath him, pulling him closer to kiss him more roughly.

The sounds Namjoon makes are unreal. He’s groaning softly, but moaning with a raspy tone. It’s almost a bit embarrassing how wet you’ve become by simply dry humping a bit and being blessed by hearing Namjoon enjoying himself above you.

You both go back to groping and touching one another, this time beneath the fabric that stands in the way. Namjoon’s cock feels heavy in your hand, the skin soft and the tip wet. You gain the courage to squeeze his cock gently, causing Namjoon to gasp while he’s dragging out his fingers on your slit.

You tense when Namjoon’s thumb begins to circle on your clit. Namjoon grows a smile at your reaction, continuing as he drags two of his fingers inside of you with ease. He curls them when they’re fully inside, petting your g-spot and making you moan. You return the favor, stroking Namjoon’s cock and squeezing by the tip, circling your thumb over it.

Now the question is, who’s going to give in first?

Namjoon pulls himself upwards, his fingers still inside you, taking his free hand to remove his glasses and place them on the night table. With that, he also reaches for a condom in the drawer.

As he moves downwards, he reconnects his lips with yours. The kiss is wet, messy and hot. It only makes you more excited to finally have sex with Namjoon.

You’re both moaning, moving your bodies in sync, in search of friction but nothing will beat Namjoon being inside of you. The lack of patience starts to show for you when you pull his pants and boxers till mid thigh. His cock springs free, moving closer to your core. Namjoon pulls out his fingers, grabbing onto his cock and makes eye contact with you.

You nod to his silent question, resulting in Namjoon to pull your pants and underwear completely off. You expect for Namjoon to get on with it, but instead he moves closer, grinding down on your naked core. His cock slips in between your lips, letting you feel him fully.

“Shit—” You gasp, overwhelmed by how good it feels.

“Yeah, baby.” Namjoon says in agreement, mouth slack as he continues to move. If he continues, you’re certain you can come like this.

“Joonie, please.” You bite your lip, preventing a moan from escaping your lips. “Need you.” You mumble against his skin.

You have never in your life seen Namjoon hurry as much as he does right now. He almost falls down on you, too excited to put on a condom. Luckily, he manages quickly, the condom sliding down with ease.

With that, Namjoon circles his tip by your entrance, teasing you a bit. It causes you to move your hips, trying to aim for his cock but you fail. Namjoon bites back a smile, and carefully he starts to thrust, sliding with ease. The stretch feels incredible.

After a few shallow thrusts, Namjoon manages to settle. He takes a second to enjoy how you feel wrapped around him before beginning to move.

Holy fucking shit. Namjoon thrusts like a God. You’re already on edge, barely having him inside of you but you feel yourself coming close to an orgasm.

Namjoon picks up a fast pace, grabbing both your hands and intertwining your fingers, settling them above your head. He gasps against your lips, biting down on them whenever you clench around him.

“You feel like a fucking dream.” Namjoon pants, smiling down on you. Your skin grows hot by his compliment, nearing an end.

With a few more thrusts from Namjoon, your back arches, a highly pitched moan slipping as you come undone all over him. Not long after, Namjoon’s cock twitches inside of you, spilling into the condom with a groan.

You both lay in each other’s arms, skin sweaty and warm. Namjoon pulls out with ease, tossing the condom in a bin before moving back towards you. He lays in your arms and your hands move upwards to his hair. He hums in satisfaction, loving how your fingers feel scraping his scalp.

“What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?”

You pause, surprised he’s asking such a thing.

“Why are you asking this when you can’t even boil an egg?” Namjoon gasps in offense, while you start to laugh over how ridiculous he is.

“It was worth a try.” He says, giving a small peck to your neck.

Kim Namjoon will be the death of you.

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