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cosmicamor · 29 days ago

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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 ⠀, peter parker .ᐟ

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ⭑ you plan on telling peter that you love him only to walk in on him in the middle of his own secret.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⭑ peter parker x girlfriend!reader. established relationship. assumed cheating. angst (if you squint) with eventual fluff. kissing. secrets. happy ending. sfw. 3k words. repost from an old account.

from the moment you left venice, you could tell that something wasn’t right with peter.

he was acting very unlike himself. strange, distant, on-edge even, yet whenever you tried to console him and find out what was going on, he would brush it aside and pretend that everything was okay. except, you knew him better than anyone else, which also meant that you knew when he was lying to you - or so you thought you did.

you had never seen him so unfocused before, so distracted by his own thoughts, that there were even times where you would be walking with the rest of the group and somewhere along the way, he would accidentally trail off in another direction. a part of you was worried that it had to do with you, that perhaps you had said or done something to upset him, or worse, scare him away.

whatever it was, you wanted to help ease his mind, and what better way to do so than by surprising him with a spontaneous date? though it wasn’t as much of a surprise for you, you had been planning it for weeks now - ever since you realised you were ready to take the next step in your relationship.

granted, you were supposed to be in paris for your plan to take full effect, and you would be if your trip hadn’t of been uprooted, but prague was just as beautiful. besides, who were you to complain about everything being upgraded free of charge? even if it did put a slight damper on your plan of finally telling peter you loved him.

so, with that thought in mind, you slipped into peter’s favourite dress on you. you knew it was his favourite because the first time you wore it he just about near passed out. plus, he may have told ned, who told mj, who told you. even you had to admit you looked good, as its silky-like material draped over your body and hugged you in all the right places. you always paired it with a set of matching shoes, and with the butterflies in your stomach going rampant, you left the room to find peter.

his room was only around the corner from your own but the nerves building up inside made it feel like it was miles away, and it only got worse the closer you actually got.

as you rounded the corner, the excitement is only short-lived when you see peter and mj looking around cautiously before heading into your boyfriends’ room alone. normally this wouldn’t have been so weird considering you were all really good friends, but you knew for a fact that mj was meant to be going out with brad, and yet there she was with your boyfriend instead.

you weren’t one to jump to conclusions, especially when it came to peter, but the way they were looking around had certainly set off a few alarms. it was clear that something was going on, you could feel it, you could see it, and whatever it was, it was obviously meant to be kept a secret.

with your mind now running amuck with a million different thoughts as to what they were doing, you take a second to compose yourself when you see ned approach the room as well, and after a moment, he too enters, looking just as questionable. seeing him walk in though, made you feel a little better to know peter and mj weren’t in there alone, and you could brush the thoughts that were invading your mind under the rug.

“see, there was nothing to worry about,” you whisper to yourself and take in a deep breath, calming yourself down before making your way to the door and giving it a few firm knocks. the sound of scuffling and harsh whispers comes from the other side, and when the door finally opens, it’s not peter who sticks his head out - it’s ned.

“h-hey, y/n! whatcha doin’ girl?” the panic in his voice was evident and his eyes widened as he realised just how stupid he had sounded.

“hey, ned,” you prolong the words, trying to get a peek inside the room but when ned doesn’t budge you decide to play dumb. “is peter here? it’s sort of important.”

ned turns around as though to be searching the room and with a nervous smile, he shakes his head, “nope. i was just coming in… to borrow… this magazine.” he grabs a magazine that must’ve been on the stand beside the door, and when you eye him weirdly, he finally looks at the magazine to see that it had wedding dresses all over the front. “why don’t i help you find him?” he laughs nervously.

ned then tries to usher you away from the door as he exits, making sure that you couldn’t see inside, which only brought back your previous assumptions. he was clearly trying to hide whatever was on the other side and you knew for a fact that both peter and mj were in there. just before the door is about to lock, a burst of adrenaline courses through you and you push ned to the side to open it.

you didn’t want to believe your thoughts, believe that peter would ever betray you, but as you finally stepped inside the room and took in the scene in front of you, you see peter standing in front of mj with nothing but his pants on.

immediately, your chest begins to rise and fall with hysteria as your mouth falls agape in shock. an inaudible gasp escapes you as you look to your boyfriend in disbelief, not wanting to believe your eyes but all the proof you needed was right there in front of you.

your heart felt like it was caving in on itself, the pain almost unbearable, and your head felt woozy from the lack of air getting into your system. yet no matter how hard the sight was to see, you couldn’t look away.

“y/n, please! it’s not what it looks like!” peter scrambles towards you, just missing the bed as he tries to hopelessly pull his shirt back on.

you couldn’t move. the heartache that was coursing through you had knapped you to such a fine point that it had numbed your senses and frozen you in place. even as peter stood right in front of you, begging and pleading for you to hear him out, it all sounded like white noise - a chaotic mess lost in the void.

“y/n, baby, p-please,” he pulls you in, framing all of your features with his calloused hands, desperately waiting as he scanned your trembling-self rapidly for even a smidge of hope that you wouldn’t end things right then and there.

he knew it looked bad - bad enough to give you reason to. he could hear your heartbeat thrumming inside your chest, the slight strain for air, and it broke him to know that he was the cause of it. “i know what it looks like, but i swear on everything in this entire world that nothing is going on. you have to believe me, please?”

“just tell her, man,” mj finally speaks, her voice seemingly calm considering what you had just walked in on, and that’s when you click out of your trance.

“tell me what?” you manage to get out, your voice hoarse from the tightness and so low that you could barely hear yourself, let alone expect peter to, but he does.

his head whips in mj’s direction, brows pinching together as though to say ‘what the hell are you doing?’. “you know i can’t do that, not with what’s going on right now!” he retorts, before returning his attention to you.

“peter, mj is right,” ned says from behind you, tilting his head to the side, gesturing for the other girl to follow him out the door. “it’s time. y/n deserves to know the truth and with what’s about to happen, now is about as good as it gets.”

you had no idea what the pair were referring to, or why peter was so adamant about disagreeing with them, but you were starting to come to your senses again and the thought of peter keeping something from you, that both ned and mj knew about, only hurt you more.

“you kinda don’t have any time to waste,” mj says before closing the door and leaving the two of you alone.

peter, with his hands still entrapping your face, looks at you hesitantly and for what felt like the first time ever, you could see the fear in his chocolatey-brown eyes. the warmth that was usually there had disappeared, replaced with doubt, as his lashes fluttered, a million thoughts traipsing around inside his head.

whatever it was that he had to tell you, had him shaken up, which only made you see that it must’ve been far more important than the secret you had been longing to tell him. his secret had been burdening him and you were no longer angry anymore, but rather, worried.

“peter,” you whisper his name, grabbing his attention. “whatever it is, you can tell me.”

he nods, as though he had finally accepted the fact that he had to do what his friends were urging him to, and he takes your hands in his tightly before leading you to sit on the edge of his bed. though, he doesn’t join you. instead, he paces back and forth a few times before crouching before you and offering you his hands once again. you take in the desperation in his eyes and with a small sigh, you place yours inside.

“this really isn’t how i planned on telling you this,” you watch as your boyfriend heaves a sigh, his shoulders moving along with it and then he nods once again. “first, i need you to know that it’s going to be a lot to take in, but you need to promise me that you’re going to be open-minded about this - that what i’m about to tell you is confidential, no one else can know.”

you don’t say anything, just nod.

“okay, uh,” his words come short when he scans the room nervously and his eyes fall on a suitcase over to the side and it’s like something clicks inside his head. “maybe it’s better if i just show you.”

he moves to grab the suitcase and pulls it up onto the bed, splaying it out beside you, and when he opens it he reveals an elaborate set of clothing and contraptions. you had no idea what any of it was and when you look to peter with confusion, he simply nods his head, gesturing for you to go through it.

peter shuffles on his feet, crossing his arms over his chest, as he watches you impatiently, waiting for you to reach the bottom of the case. you sift through his clothing, a few black pieces here and there which seemed out of the ordinary considering peter didn’t really wear dark clothing, but it’s not until you get to the bottom that you finally realise what was going on.

the thing that grabs your attention the most wasn’t the black clothing or his more private items, it was what was buried beneath them.

the all too familiar red and blue suit stands out like a sore thumb and suddenly you understand why peter was so afraid to tell you. You always knew Peter was destined for great things, it just so happened that he had already been accomplishing them behind the mask of a superhero alias.

the mask sits in your hands and you take in the feel of the red material between your fingers and how the intricately detailed webs spun out all over it. you were admiring it more than anything as the idea of your boyfriend helping people flooded your thoughts.

“say something… please,” peter urges you, but again, you stay silent.

instead, you get up from your spot on the bed and continue slowly until you’re stood right in front of him, his apprehensive eyes scanning you once again as he anticipated your next move. he was scared more than anything, that you wouldn’t approve, that you would tell someone, though he knew the latter wouldn’t happen because you weren’t like that at all, mostly, he was scared that he had potentially ruined everything between you both.

you slowly move your hands up his forearms to rest around his neck, the mask still firmly gripped between your fingers and out of habit he encases you tightly around your middle, his thumb rolling back and forth across your waistline. a half-hearted chuckle then leaves your lips, and you nestle your head against his shoulder, which only seems to worry peter more.

“y'know, most people would probably scream or freak out if they found out their boyfriend had a secret identity, or super powers,” you say, pulling away from him now so you could look him in the eyes as you spoke. “but, it only makes sense to me. why you’ve been so distant lately, and why you disappear from time to time, but mostly why… losing tony was so hard for you.”

the mention of tony, the man that gave his life to save the world, sends a shudder down peter’s spine and he looks away for a moment - his jaw tensing up as you see a flicker of sadness in his eyes. you knew it was a sensitive topic, even after eight months, but you were determined to let him know first and foremost that you would be there for him.

“peter,” his name comes out as a soft whisper, tears pricking at your eyes but you hold them in as you brush away the loose strands of hair that had fallen carelessly across his forehead, whisking them back to where they were meant to be. “i know that things are still hard, but I’m not going anywhere, and this,” you wave the mask in his face, “doesn’t change a thing. you’re still you, and i’m still me, and we’re still us.”

“are you sure?” you watch the concern bunch up between his brows as they furrow together, a look of despair transforming into relief when you nod. he sighs with satisfaction and moves in to kiss you. it’s soft at first, his lips pressed flush against yours before he quickly deepens it. when he pulls away, his mouth still hovers close by as he exhales and then something comes over him and he closes his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge with annoyance. “there is one more thing.”

“what is it?”

“well, it’s kind of why mj was in here before,” the second he mentions her name you realise that you still hadn’t been given a proper explanation as to why she was in the room while he was undressing. “before you jump to conclusions again just let me explain. she figured out who i am but she also found something that proves mysterio is a phony. that all of these monsters are just drones disguised behind a projection that he’s created, and i need to stop him. like now! that’s why she followed me up here.”

it hadn’t really sunk in until that moment that your boyfriend was a superhero - one who risked his life over and over again and put himself in harms way to help save the day. before you could even begin to wrap your head around the thought of peter getting hurt he had started changing, his discarded clothing now on the floor as he swapped them for the black suit he’d been wearing while you were travelling.

“wait, you have to go right now?” the worry in your voice was enough to make him stop midway through strapping on his pants. “you’ll be safe, right?”

“i’m not going anywhere,” he repeats the words you had said to him only minutes ago and gives you another quick kiss before you helped him get into the rest of his suit.

once he’s suited up, other than his mask, he heads towards the balcony and the urge to tell him what you had come to tell him in the first place arises within you. you weren’t sure what was going to happen, or if he would be back any time soon, but you did know you loved him, and you were finally ready to tell him that.

as peter swings a leg over the railing and pulls the mask onto the top of his head, he gives you a knowing smile and the words come flooding out.

“wait, peter... i - i love you!” you profess, and peter’s face softens, his shoulders slumping slightly. “i was going to tell you tonight. i had a plan and everything. it’s been driving me crazy for weeks trying to keep it in but things kind of went in another direction.”

peter steps back over the railing and once again kisses you, though this time it wasn’t as rushed, it was passionate and full of purpose, and when he pulls away he looks at you with so much warmth that you can’t help but smile.

“i love you too,” he presses another kiss to your forehead. “i’ll be back as soon as i can.”

“i’ll be waiting right here.”

you watch as peter returns to the railing for the last time, and just before he pulls down the rest of his mask, he takes in the sight of you once more and says, “you look beautiful, by the way. that’s my favourite dress.”

“i know,” you laugh, as his mask comes down and he flings himself backwards off the railing, landing perfectly on the ground below before heading off into the night.

#. ⋮ ❛ 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𓈒 ˙ ୨ৎ . ❜#. ⋮ 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻 .ᐟ #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff #peter parker one shot #peter parker oneshot #peter parker blurb #peter parker imagines #peter parker imagine #peter parker headcanon #peter parker smut

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cosmicamor · 1 month ago

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⌞ 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ⌝

⭑ telling rick you'll run him a warm bath after he tells you his run went badly, only for you to join him.

⭑ you messed up on a run and he needs to punish you

⭑ finally getting rick and daryl to agree to a threesome

⭑ your senses going into overdrive after being depraved of him for a whole week while he's been gone

⭑ when you have a breeding kink but it's okay, cause so does he

⭑ the second you and rick have the house to yourselves

⭑ using the line 'save a horse, ride a cowboy' and he takes it literal

⭑ being his controversially young girlfriend and sneaking into his room at night

⭑ taking it in the ass because he's been failing to pull out and not fill you with his load every single time

⭑ rick would so totally be a munch king. he would devour you like it was his last meal

⭑ i just know rick grimes knows how to fuck. he fucks so good. him and them lil hips of his

ᯓ★ disclaimer : nsfw. minors dni. all character p link posts contain links from x, some of which may be unavailable if you don’t have an account or have been removed by the original posters. i cannot help this but i will try my best to update links when i can. sometimes trying to open them a few times works x

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cosmicamor · 2 months ago

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⌞ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 - 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐 ⌝

⭑ always having to give yourself a minute to adjust to him but knowing that the sink down is going to feel amazing

⭑ young!daryl fucking you quietly in the back of the trailer while merle is asleep on the couch

⭑ you love it when he chokes you with his bicep as he fucks you hard from behind

⭑ despite the idea scaring him, filling you up is a must

⭑ you got mouthy. now he’s gotta teach you to be a good girl

⭑ having to pull over because he needs you. now.

⭑ finally getting daryl and rick to agree to a threesome

⭑ he lets you use him in anyway you need

⭑ he can't help but touch himself as he eats you out cause it turns him on so much

⭑ stealing his only shirt and riding him in it

⭑ i just know this man would have a size kink! that he loves feeling like he's so much bigger and broader than you

⭑ giving young!daryl head like the good girl you are

⭑ daryl is 100% a giver. he wants to give you as much pleasure as he can. loving the way he can have such an effect on you

⭑ this is so young!daryl with a hot goth girlfriend oh my god

⭑ letting young!daryl use you as an escape from his shitty life

⭑ sneaking into daryl's cell at the prison because he decided to wear that stupid leather jacket while you were ovulating

⭑ edging him till he's so overstimulated he's shaking. yum.

⭑ sub!daryl getting the treatment he so blatantly deserves

⭑ need this with daryl so bad. holy fuck.

⭑ daryl likes his girls curvy. i said what i said and you cannot and will not change my mind.

⭑ movies w young!daryl at the trailer park always end like this

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cosmicamor · 2 months ago

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⌞ 𝐕𝐈 (𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄) 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ⌝

⭑ the only way you can convince her to take a proper bath is by telling her you'll get in with her

⭑ you were being a brat so vi decides to tease you

⭑ vi loves the way your pussy feels against hers

⭑ she’d eat pussy like it's her last meal. every. single. time.

⭑ when you've been a good girl and she treats you as such

⭑ she bought you knew panties specifically so she can eat you out whenever she wants

⭑ vi letting you use her like the pillow you hump whenever she's not around

⭑ morning sex with vi cause she's an absolute animal and can't keep her hands off you

⭑ you're incapable of being alone together because all you want to do is grind your pretty pussy on hers

⭑ vi making you feel so good that you have to thank her after

⭑ finding vi like this when you come home because you were away for far too long and she missed you

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cosmicamor · 6 months ago

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⌞ 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒⌝

⭑ mentor!coryo losing it at how good you feel

⭑ how most nights are spent when coryo comes home

⭑ peacekeeper!coryo has to teach you a lesson for being a brat

⭑ when he’s stressed and needs to use your pretty holes

⭑ mornings before class at the academy with bby coryo

⭑ trying to be quiet in the apartment with mentor!coryo

⭑ when you say you want to feel every single inch of him

⭑ sneaking away with peacekeeper!coryo when he's on break

⭑ coryo is always up for trying new things

⭑ peacekeeper!coryo loves when you squirt all over him

⭑ peacekeeper!coryo sneaks off patrol to visit you

⭑ when the pussy so good he sticks it back in

⭑ coryo working hard to give you that baby you want so badly

⭑ he simply can’t resist coming home to find you naked

#. ⋮ ❛ 𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𓈒 ˙ ꗃ . ❜#. ⋮ 𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 .ᐟ #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow one shot #coriolanus snow x y/n #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow fanfic #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x female!reader #coriolanus snow imagines #coriolanus snow headcanon #coriolanus snow concept #coriolanus snow fic

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cosmicamor · 6 months ago

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⌞ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ⌝

⭑ draco watching the way he fills you up

⭑ relieving some of his tension after a long day of being mean

⭑ fucking before class so he can think about you all day

⭑ you were being a brat and draco has to shut you up

⭑ when you can’t even have a shower without him needing you

⭑ your date with draco ends with you on all fours

⭑ you spoke back and now it’s time for your punishment

⭑ dom!draco loves choking you as he fucks your tight pussy

⭑ he can’t keep his hands off of you

⭑ draco making you work hard for that malfoy heir

⭑ he finally gets you home after you teasing him all night

⭑ sneaking into draco’s dorm in the middle of the night

⭑ best friend!draco taking your virginity

⭑ waking him in the middle of the night because you’re needy

⭑ an absolute must whenever you’re watching movies

#. ⋮ ❛ 𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𓈒 ˙ ꗃ . ❜#. ⋮ 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓵𝓯𝓸𝔂 .ᐟ #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x fem!reader #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfic #draco malfoy fic

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cosmicamor · 6 months ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎 𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐃? , steve harrington .ᐟ

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ⭑ after weeks of visiting the video store in the hopes of catching steve’s attention, it seems that your efforts weren’t entirely pointless.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⭑ steve harrington x fem!reader. fluff. steve being oblivious and robin on her queen shit getting things done. 1.8k words .ᐟ

“y/n, hey!” robin waves the second you enter the small video store, the smell of freshly cleaned carpet and plastic invading your senses. you and the other girl were quick to become friends, getting on over your shared love for certain movies. "what are we in the mood for today?"

“i’m not sure, but... i do need to return this.” you smile, gesturing to the tape in your hand, and she bounds towards you, leaving behind her trolley of already returned tapes.

“follow me and i will get steve to take care of you… as always.” a roguish grin takes over her features, and she leads you towards the counter where steve was currently on the phone.

it was no secret to robin that you had been fawning over the boy for some time now, even going as far as to make extra trips to the store just to see him, but she swore with scouts honour that she wouldn’t tell him. it didn’t come as much of a shock to her though, most of the girls that came in just wanted to stare at him, but not you — you actually wanted to get to know him.

for weeks you had been trying to get his attention, trying to figure out if he was the least bit interested in you, but to no avail. sure, he would joke around and act flirty, but he did that with most of the girls that would come in. you were no different.

however, what you didn’t know was that every saturday afternoon, steve would purposely sit by the front counter just in the hopes that you would walk through the door. he would tell robin that it was his turn to take over the returns and man the phones, but she knew better than to believe him. he just wanted to make sure he was the one that got to serve you if, and when, you decided to come in, and every time that you did, he did.

as you approach the counter, you can’t help but admire steve as he’s visibly lost in the conversation he was having. he was certainly a sight for sore eyes. what with his chocolate locks brushed out of his face as a few loose strands fell across his forehead. he was wearing a sweater that was unbuttoned at the top, giving the smallest glimpse of his chest and the mound of hair that now grew upon it.

the phone was tucked between his ear and shoulder as he leaned over the counter, idly fiddling with a silver slinky. he was yet to look up at you, but you didn't mind, it gave you a few extra moments to admire him.

“oi, dingus!” robin pulls the cord far enough away to fly back and hit him in the face. “we have customers, you know?”

“robin, what the f-” he retorts, his face scrunching with annoyance, but the second he sees you standing beside her, he wastes no time in hanging up the phone.

he couldn't believe he had missed you walk in. he had been so distracted by dustin talking about his stupid club that he had completely zoned out.

“y/n, hey. what can, i, uh, d-do for you?” he smiles, but it falters for a ghost of a second, and he swallows hard.

ribin snickers, rolling her eyes as she walks away, “okay, that’s my cue to go take my lunch break.”

you chuckle softly at the girl, knowing well enough that she just wanted to leave the two of you alone. when you look back at the boy, he's already staring at you, and he stammers for a second, “just returning this for today.”

“fast times…” steve’s voice fades off as you place the tape on the counter and a breathy laugh escapes him.

“yeah... and don’t worry. i didn’t pause it at 53 minutes and 5 seconds.” you narrow your eyes at him slightly, referring to the inside joke robin had told you about, as a smirk plays on your lips, and you lean across the opposite side of the counter.

steve opens his mouth to talk, but nothing comes out other than an incoherent mumble as his mouth forms an 'o', before he says, "okay."

he continues to check the movie back into the system, his eyes grazing over you every few seconds as you gaze around the store. the sun was shining in through the front windows, illuminating your features as it danced across your skin. steve was at a loss as to how someone so beautiful could ever exist.

you truly were an enigma, and he so desperately wanted to be the one to figure you out.

the first time he saw you, you were standing in the third aisle, wearing a deep green sweater and browsing the horror section. he was intrigued by your choice of movies, bringing ‘a nightmare on elm street’ and ‘baby it’s you’ to the front counter. you were smiling, but it wasn’t animated like most of the girls he had to deal with.

you were the breath of fresh air in the tainted town of hawkins that he had been so desperately looking for.

“you're not hiring another movie today?” his brows pinch together with confusion. you’d never not choose another movie to take home.

you shake your no, “uh, no.”

he shakes his head, and says, “what? you’re not impressed with what we have in stock?."

“oh, no. it’s not that.”

“good. because i was a little worried we were losing one of our favourite customers for a second there.” the words come out so fast that steve doesn’t acknowledge what he had said until it was too late, and his eyes widen with realisation.

“favourite customer, huh?” you rest your chin in your hand and gaze up at the boy, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

you watch as he shuffles awkwardly on his feet and then laughs nervously, "yeah. robin! she, uh, she's really fond of you."

a small silence ensues as he continues checking in your movie, and your heart begins to thrum loudly in your ears. so loud that you were finding it hard to remain calm as you watched him type away on the computer.

was he being extra flirty, or were you just imagining it?

"alright, you are good to go," he turns back to you, placing his hands on the counter and leaning forward. "though, there is one slight problem."

"yeah? and what’s that?"

"it's just... i can't have you leaving here empty handed, can i?" he cocks his head to the side, brows raised as a devilish grin dangled on the corner of his lips.

"well, then..." you heave a deep sigh, eyes fixed on him as you pull back a little. "what would you recommend?"

his face lights up, and he gleams at you, snapping his fingers as he backs away to head toward the shelves. he immediately starts rummaging through the array of videotapes in search of something he thought you would enjoy when he pulls out 'the breakfast club'.

scrunching up your nose, you shake your head, "seen it."

"yeah, you're right. super popular movie." he nods and returns to his search. his fingers hover over 'risky business' but the second he starts to pull it out, he puts it right back. "how about this?" he hands you a tape, your fingers just grazing one another's and the sudden contact takes you by surprise.

the already rapid beating of your heart fastens as your breath catches in your throat, and you quickly take the tape. pulling your eyes away, you scan over the video to see it was another you had seen and hand it back.

disappointed, he nods and places the video back on the shelf, but instead of returning to his search this time, he knocks his fist on the top of the shelf for a second and then exhales deeply. he was tired of constantly second-guessing himself, wondering if there was even a slight chance that you liked him too. it had been driving him crazy not knowing, and he was at his whits end.

"steve, are you okay?" you ask, apprehensive as to why he was suddenly acting a little weird now.

"i, uh, i just-" he gets cut off when something flies at his head and a grape falls to the floor in front of him. screwing up his face, he turns to see robin sticking her head over the shelf a couple of aisles away. "what the hell, robin?"

"would you please just stop wasting the girl's time and ask her out already!" she exclaims and shoves a couple of grapes into her mouth.

"robin!" he proclaims, his jaw tensing as he closes his eyes momentarily.

"what? i'm doing you a favour. she likes you too!"

"robin!" this time her name leaves your lips.

"oh my god, seriously the two of you are so oblivious it’s driving me crazy.” she groans, and throws another grape in your direction.

inhaling deeply, steve slowly turns back to you with softened eyes as your chest fell and rose with rapid breaths. he looked almost apologetic as he now met your gaze, and your body stiffened.

"is that true?" he asks with disbelief.

"i mean... yeah..." you shrug, removing your gaze to look at the ground, and when you look back up, his eyes are boring into you. "you really think i kept coming in here just to rent movies?"

steve lowers his head and scratches at the back of his neck nervously. he couldn't believe the words that had just fallen from your mouth. sure, he had hoped that you felt the same way about him, that he did you, but to have you stand before him and practically admit it, he was over the moon.

"really?" he asks softly, brows upturned with hope.

"yeah, really. i know that makes me a total loser, but-"

"no. no, it doesn't." he starts to laugh, his shoulders shaking as he does.

jutting your bottom lip out, you say, "then why are you laughing at me?"

"because you're so damn cute," his remark causes the air in your throat to catch once again, and he takes a step toward you.

though before he can get so much as a syllable out another grape hits him in the back of the head, "ask her out already!"

"can't you see that that's what i'm trying to do?" he lifts his arms in irritation, shaking his head, as he turns back to you once more. "let's try this again," he rolls his eyes. "would you... like to go out with me some time?"

you pause with bewilderment, a nervous smile causing your lip to quiver slightly before nodding, "j'd like that, but only if you promise no more movies!"

"deal."

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cosmicamor · 6 months ago

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𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 , daryl dixon .ᐟ

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ⭑ daryl gets injured on a run and can’t fathom why you’re so worried about him

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⭑ daryl dixon x ‘unspoken thing’ type of relationship. mentions of injuries and blood. angst if you squint. daryl being stubborn. 1k words .ᐟ

“‘m fine,” daryl states the second he walks out of the infirmary and sees you, knowing that you would’ve been worrying about him even if all he had sustained was a mere scratch. a part of him looked relieved to see you, but he also knew you were going to be pissed at him for being so reckless.

“no, you’re not,” you shake your head as you meet his side. “denise said you were close to hitting an artery.”

you had been pacing back and forth since the moment he and aaron had returned from their recruitment trip and you saw the blood dripping down his arm. in this world, even the smallest of injuries could turn into something catastrophic without the right medicine and treatment. so seeing him the way that he was had embedded a fear in you, that you didn’t know you had, deep inside your chest.

“denise is exaggeratin’,” he responds, his voice gruff and hoarse to cover up the way his heart fluttered as he saw the concern in your eyes. he hated seeing you like this, knowing that he was the cause of it. he knew you worried about him every time he left alexandria but he didn’t want it to consume you. “was just a scratch.”

“really?” your shoulders slump with disbelief of how nonchalant he was being about it.

“would ya relax?” he says after a few moments of silence, his voice stern yet soft. he places a gentle hand against your cheek, his thumb brushing against your cheekbone, “‘m alright. you’re gettin’ worked up over nothin’.”

you place your hand over his, holding his gaze as you stare up into his blue eyes, "it's not nothing, daryl. it could've been your life on the line."

his heart rate increases rapidly as he stared into your eyes, unable to look away as you gazed up at him. your words and touch causing him to soften as part of the tough persona he constantly displayed in front of others melts away.

“‘m’not dead. ‘s just a scratch. ‘s nothin’ i haven’t dealt with before.” he shakes his head, trying his best to reassure you and resolve the worry that was now causing a crease on your forehead.

“how can you be so calm about this? you could’ve seriously gotten hurt or worse!” you retort, your head lulling back out of frustration. you hated how careless he could be when it came to his own wellbeing.

daryl’s brows furrow at your words now, his fingers gently gripping your chin to force your head back down, so your eyes met his once more. he lets out an exasperated breath through his nostrils, his stare hardening.

“how many times do i have to say ‘m fine?” he replies, his voice sharp. “ya don’t need ta worry.”

you couldn't believe the audacity of him telling you that you didn't need to worry. as if you could just switch it off with a snap of your fingers. you could never understand why he was so careless about his own life, how he could constantly throw himself in danger for the sake of very little.

you turn away from him for a second, your fingers pinching at the bridge of your nose as you let out a deep exhale. you didn't know what to do to make him see just how important he and his life were to you.

he watches you with a slight frown, his irritation slowly melting into regret. he knew you well enough to know that you were frustrated, he could see it in the way your shoulders and jaw were tensing as you turned away from him.

“why can’t you see how valuable and loved you are? why do i have to break myself down just to prove to you how much i care?” you turn back to him, tears now pricking your eyes. “every time you leave alexandria i worry that i’ll never see you again, and the thought of something happening to you while you’re out there-” you stop, your emotions getting the better of you.

he sees the tears welling in your eyes and the look on your face and his heart drops. it was one that he had never witnessed before. you looked so vulnerable, your eyes glistening with unshed tears and your shoulders sloping with defeat. it wasn’t often that you had cried in front of him, but the look of disappointment mixed with hurt and frustration as you struggled to find the words was killing him.

he slowly steps closer to you, his uninjured hand coming to rest on your hip as his eyes soften. he was frustrated at first, unable to understand why his actions had such an impact on you, but seeing you like this made him realise how much he truly cared for you and how much you cared for him.

he swallows, his throat suddenly feeling thick and dry, trying to steady himself before he speaks, “‘m sorry m’puttin this on you. i know ya worry, i just…” he pauses for a moment as he searches for what to say, “…didn’t think it was worth worryin’ about.”

you involuntarily move closer, as if your body knew what you needed before you did, and you rest your forehead against his chin. you knew you were being over dramatic and that daryl could take care of himself, but the images of him being hurt had burnt so deeply into your head.

“just need you safe,” you say, closing your eyes against him.

he closes his eyes with you, feeling you relax against him as you spoke. he brings his hand up from your hip to the small of your back, gently rubbing his thumb against you through the thin material of your shirt, silently reassuring you.

“m’not goin’ anywhere,” he says, his other hand coming up to gently run through your hair. he slowly wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against his chest to feel the steady, yet fast, thump of his heartbeat. “‘m always gonna come back.”

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𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎, 𝐈’𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 , daryl dixon .ᐟ

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ⭑ daryl relives the tough choices that were made when he decided to leave the commonwealth.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⭑ daryl dixon x girlfriend!reader. established relationship. takes place both in france and at the commonwealth. crying. making out. insinuated sex. just a whole lotta angst honestly. 4.2k words .ᐟ

"have you ever been in love?" sylvie’s question takes daryl by surprise, his attention momentarily pulled away from the road ahead of them as he turns to look at her in the passenger seat. her french accent is thick, though her words and facial expression are soft - like her.

there’s a noticeable shift in his demeanour, his heart panging in his chest as his thoughts drift toward you back home, back at the commonwealth, where an ocean now stood between you and him. there’s a sad look in his eyes, a mixture of pain and guilt and it’s clear that something deeply rooted within him had happened between the two of you.

“why do you look so sad?” sylvie observes him gently. she can sense the weight of his thoughts, the memories he’s carrying. she wants to press him on it, to further dissect the man that had fallen into their lives, but decides to wait for him to speak instead.

daryl doesn’t answer immediately, his gaze fixated on the open stretch of road ahead as his hands tightly grip the wheel. sylvie’s question was simple, straightforward, but for him, it was anything but. the weight of his thoughts bear down on his chest, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions he had spent months trying to bury deep down.

“s’complicated.” his voice is low and gravelly when he does finally answer, though laced with hurt as he clenches his jaw tightly.

“complicated?” sylvie repeats, her voice gentle, yet betraying her curiosity. she’s not pushing, she just wants to understand - understand why that was the word he had chosen to describe whatever it was that was clearly plaguing him.

“mhm…” he grumbles, a slight nod of his head as he refocuses on the road once more.

sylvie senses the deep hurt and longing that lies beneath his stoic exterior, “because you… still love them?”

“... sometimes love ain’t enough.” his voice is harsher than he intends, but he leaves it all the same. he could still hear whispers of your laughter ringing in his ears, and how sweet you sounded when saying his name. if he could turn back time and stop himself from ever leaving the commonwealth - from ever leaving you - he would.

his mind flashes back to the last night he had spent with you, the feeling of you in his arms, soft and close. how you looked at him with those warm eyes full of adoration, full of care, the way no one else had ever looked at him before and he wished he could have held onto that moment a little bit longer, a little bit tighter.

you’re sitting on the floor of your room, laughing, your legs stretched out alongside daryl’s as you both lean against your bed. the night had settled over the commonwealth and though exhaustion tugged at both of your minds, you didn’t want to retire for the night just yet, not when you knew it was your last night together.

“i’m still pissed at you,” you say, though there’s no real anger in your tone, just lighthearted playfulness as your eyes gleam in the soft light of the room. you had a habit of looking at him as if he were the only person in the world - which to you, he was.

he nods, huffing out a quiet laugh, “i know. i know ya are.”

his eyes fall to your body, admiring softly, the way your shirt hangs a little off your left shoulder, showing a hint of your collarbone, and his fingers slowly reach to trail down the exposed skin. you notice the way his eyes roam your body, and for a moment, the mood of playful banter shifts into something warmer, something heavier. the air feels a little more charged between you both, the feeling of wanting, not knowing when you’ll get the chance to hold and touch one another like this again.

daryl tries to ignore the way his stomach twists at the memory, the way his mind drifts back to the last time he had touched you. he knows he shouldn’t but the memories are too vivid, he can practically hear your soft gasps in his ear, hear the way you say his name, all breathy and full of love. he can’t help but let himself get carried away in the distant memories of you and the love you shared together.

you bite your lower lip a little, drawing his eyes towards your mouth, and he feels a pang in his chest at the action. you see the way his jaw tenses, how he looks at you with his steely blue eyes, and know he’s fighting against his thoughts, trying to suppress the desire that was clearly building inside of him.

you feel that familiar twist of desire in your own stomach, that familiar need for him building with every passing second. you shift towards him slightly, your leg brushing against his, “...what am i going to do without you?”

he’s struggling, holding back, but he can’t resist the way you move towards him, the way your thigh brushes against his. he brings a calloused hand up to cup your face, thumb tracing over the skin of your cheek. his eyes flicker to your lips again, his heart beating faster, the pull towards you becoming stronger. the desire to hold you, to keep you close, to never let you go, is overwhelming.

he swallows thickly, “yer gonna be fine. always are.”

there’s a pause as you shake your head, taking in a deep breath as tears dare to prick at your eyes, “not this time.”

the feeling of helplessness washes over him as he sees the emotions play across your face. his hand moved to your jaw, cupping it gently before tipping it slightly so you’re looking directly at him. your eyes are watery, pained, and it kills him to see it, to know he’s the cause of it. his thumb brushed over your cheek, wiping away a lone tear that had slipped down it.

“don’t cry,” he tries to reassure you, voice gruff and low, but somewhat softer for him.

“how can i not when you’re leaving me…” you exhale, eyes almost fully glazed over as your mind spirals with the dread of what comes in the morning.

he doesn’t know how to make you feel better, how to soothe away that fear that’s plaguing you. daryl has always had a tendency for keeping people at arms-length, to not let them get too close in case they leave, in case they get hurt. but with you it’s always been different. you’re different. you’ve seen deeper into him than anyone else ever has and despite that, you stayed.

you chose him.

your eyes flitter across his features, as though to be committing every small detail to memory. every crease, every freckle or mole, even the grey hairs that were poking through the scruff on his chin, you wanted to remember it all as though it was the last time you’d ever see him.

he can tell you’re scared, unsure, trying to memorise him, like you believe that this might be the last time you see him. he can feel the shakiness of your body, the warm tears that fall from your eyes, your soft forehead pressed against his. there was nothing more that he wanted than to be able to tell you where he was going and how long he was going to be gone, but most importantly that he would be back.

you move your hands up to rest around his neck, pulling him as close as humanly possible, your lips only grazing his before you eventually close the space between you. it’s soft and gentle, the way your lips move together, your tongues lightly dancing, but the need for one another quickly takes over. transpiring into a longing of want and need to be even closer. his hands grip your hips, holding onto you tightly like he’d never let you go.

“i love you,” you breathe the words as you try to regain your breath but all daryl can see is the mixture of love and sadness in your eyes.

it wasn’t the first time you had said it to him, or the second or third, you made sure to say it to him as much as he would allow you to, but no matter what, it always felt like the first time. he buried his head in the crook of your neck, lips grazing over the sensitive skin there as he breathes you in. he can feel the way your body trembles, the way you cling to him, afraid to let him go.

“i love you too,” he mumbles against your skin, the words barely audible, like a secret you both already knew but didn’t want to admit aloud.

“who was it not enough for — you or them?” sylvie’s question rips him from his thoughts, hitting him deep in the chest once again.

daryl exhales heavily, his fingers tensing around the steering wheel once more. “i don’t… me,” he answers honestly, his voice almost a whisper. the words hang in the air, heavy and loaded with the weight of his decision.

sylvie sees the turmoil and decides to change the topic slightly, deciding to approach the matter from a different angle, “will you tell me about them?” her voice is low and soothing, drawing him slowly out of his dark thoughts.

he wants to scream ‘no’, to shut it down immediately, knowing that the act of talking about you, even though it would be painful, felt like the only way to keep you close. he wasn’t one for sharing, for letting others inside his mind, but the idea of telling someone about you, not knowing if he’d get another opportunity to do so… it hurt more than the idea of reliving the memories he had shared with you and the impact you had made in his life.

he’s quiet for a moment, swallowing the growing lump in his throat before he opens his mouth, “she was… she was beautiful. caring. strong. stubborn, real stubborn.”

he lets out a soft chuckle at the thought of the numerous times you’d made his life a living hell over the years, yet he’d secretly loved the way you’d never take his bullshit and would always put him in his place. sylvie can’t help but admire the way he lights up as he speaks about you, the tension in his shoulders and jaw easing at her gentle prodding.

“she had this… way about her, ya know?” his voice is still gruff as he speaks, yet there’s a softness to his tone now, an undeniable fondness. “she could hit a target in the bullseye without battin’ an eye but then trip up on her own feet a few seconds later.” he continues, a hint of awe in his voice now as he describes you, like he’s talking about some mythical being. he finds himself once again getting lost in his thought of you, the corner of his mouth lifting in a sad smile.

“she knew how to make me feel…safe. usually it was my job to make others feel that way, to be the protector, but not her, she always wanted to take care of me. like she’s got this hold on me that i can’t shake, and i don’t… i don’t know if i ever will…”

“you still love her… that’s why.” sylvie points out after seeing the way he had spoken about you. it was the first time he had indulged anyone in a conversation about himself, about his life before france, about you. you were clearly important to him, otherwise he wouldn’t have let himself get so caught away in talking about you, and he can’t help but feel surprised at himself for doing so.

“ain’t that simple,” he responds, the sharpness returning to his voice as his walls go up once more because he knows that he can’t deny the truth. he did still love you, of course he did, that was never in question. but he also can’t ignore the complex factors that had torn the two of you apart, or that it was entirely his fault.

sylvie pauses for a moment, before saying, “perhaps, but perhaps it also shouldn’t have to be so hard.”

daryl lets out a bitter scoff, his jaw clenching tighter and he turns his attention back to the road ahead. he doesn’t respond to her this time, his mind preoccupied with the tangled mess of his emotions. he knows that things should be simple. hell, they had been simple at one point. but life wasn’t a fairytale, especially in the world you now lived in and it was his job to keep you safe, whether you liked it or not.

you watch as daryl pulls his backpack tighter around his shoulders and continues walking as if you hadn’t said a word, as if you hadn’t just told him you wanted to go with him, wherever it was that he may end up. “i said i want to come with you,” you repeat louder now, your words echoing back to you as your heart thrums so loudly in your chest that you were sure it was going to explode.

daryl stills at your voice now, his shoulders tensing at your words. he had heard you the first time but hoped that you would drop it after seeing him continue on his way, but, of course, things could never be that simple. he can practically feel the desperation in your voice, the pleading tone making his heart ache, but he stubbornly resists the urge to turn around and look at you.

“...no.” he responds without any hesitation, any trepidation, his voice firm as he allows no room for you to argue.

“no?” your voice is a soft murmur as you move to stand in front of him. your gaze full of confusion and hurt, your heart still racing in your chest. “what do you mean ‘no’?”

his blue eyes finally meet yours, the usual warm depth within them now cold and guarded. he stands there, jaw clenched, looking down at you with a mixture of stoicism and stubbornness as he fights off the urge to reach out and smooth away the hurt he sees in your eyes.

“i mean ‘no’,” he repeats, his mind set. “ya ain’t comin’ with me.”

your heart sinks for the second time, the pain and confusion swirling inside you like a storm. you swallow hard, your eyes stinging with the onset of tears once more. “that’s it? just ‘no’? you’re not even going to consider it?”

“there ain’t nothin’ to consider,” his jaw clenched once more and he sighs heavily, as if the question pained him just as much as it did you. he brushes a hand through his hair, tucking it behind his ear as he bites down on his lower lip. “i can’t have ya gettin’ hurt.” his voice is quieter this time.

you stand there frozen as you watch daryl continue on to where his motorcycle was parked by the front gates, unable to comprehend the way in which he was acting. as if you hadn’t just spent the entire night making yourself sick over whether or not you wanted to go with him or stay behind at the commonwealth, all while he was sound asleep beside you.

daryl’s heart is heavy as he walks away from you, every step feeling like he was dragging anvils behind him, but he forces himself to remain stern, to stay strong in his decision. he was doing this for you. he had to.

you follow behind him, watching as he swings himself onto the bike and settles into the leather seat, “i know how to handle myself, daryl – you of all people know that.”

“that ain’t the point,” he snaps back.

“then what is the point?” you throw your arms up and let them fall back to your sides, your emotions beginning to get the better of you once again, but daryl wasn’t having any of it. “daryl, please… i want to come with you,” your voice cracks and you take a deep breath in trying to keep yourself in check but only failing.

the sound of your voice cracking breaks him, the pain in your words physically stabbing at his heart. but he couldn’t back down now, not after already making up his mind. he’d never be able to live with himself if something were to happen to you and all because he agreed to let you go with him. he had already almost lost you a handful of times, he didn’t know how much luck he had left and he sure as hell wasn’t ready to find out.

he looks away from you, avoiding your eyes and shakes his head, “no.”

you reach forward to place your hands on top of his as they lay on the handlebars of the motorcycle, “i can’t… i can’t be away from you. not again. not even if that means giving up our home and everything else we were building here. i want to be with you… please.” you take in a shaky breath as silent tears begin to roll down your cheeks.

daryl’s hands clench beneath yours, the gesture betraying his internal struggle. he can feel the weight of your words, the weight of your pain and your love for him. his heart aches, conflicting with the resolute part of him that was telling him to just start the motorcycle and ride off before he eventually gave in.

he lets out a heavy sigh, his expression conflicted and pained as he finally turns to look back up at you. seeing the tears streaming down your face breaks something in him.

“i’m… i’m doin’ this for your own good,” he says, the words sounding hollow even to his ears.

you shake your head, clamping your teeth down on your bottom lip in an attempt to stop the sobs that were clawing their way up your throat, but there’s no use, “that’s bullshit.”

he flinches at your words, his defences crumbling under the weight of your accusation. he knows you know him too well, that you can see through his excuses and facades. he takes in your tear-stricken face, the sight like a dagger to his heart. he can see the desperation in your eyes, and it’s tearing him apart.

his own eyes start to sting, his nose burning with the beginnings of tears. he opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. no words could explain how he was feeling in that moment, the conflicting thoughts and emotions raging within his mind and his heart.

he can’t take it anymore, the sight of you crying, the weight of his own guilt, the pain of his decision. he lets go of the handlebars, his hands coming up to cup your face, his fingers wiping away the tears rolling down your cheeks. he looks deep into your eyes, torn between loving you and trying to protect you.

he presses a kiss to your forehead. it’s soft and gentle, full of worry, but painful. he just wanted to do the right thing by you. he didn’t want you out there with him, he needed you here. he needed you safe. you would be safe with the others, and he knew carol would look after you.

he holds the kiss against your forehead a moment longer, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to memorise the feel of your skin against his lips. when he pulls away, his eyes slowly open, looking at you with a thousand words left unsaid. he wants so desperately to just hold you, to keep you safe in his arms forever. but he can’t.

“so that’s it then?” you ask, your voice so small through your tears.

“m’sorry…” is all he manages, the words tasting like poison, but his mind and heart refuse to budge. “i just… i have to do this alone.”

“you really expect me to just go about my days knowing that you’re out there all alone? constantly worrying if you’re okay, or if you’re even alive?” your throat was burning with emotion, your eyes stinging as you try to maintain it. the thought alone of something happening to daryl was making you feel sick.

each of your words feels like a knife to his heart and he feels like a fool for being the one to cause you this much pain. he wants to tell you that he’ll be fine, that he’s strong and can keep himself safe… but the truth of the matter was, he had no idea what was going to happen the second he stepped outside the gates of the commonwealth, or if he would be okay. he was all too well aware of the fact that the thought of leaving you behind was as terrifying to him as it was to you.

“i’ll be fine,” he says anyway, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your cheeks. he wanted to give you some sort of reassurance, no matter how small or how little he actually believed it. he just needed you to understand that this was something he needed to do and that he knew how to look after himself well enough, but you see right through him.

“we both know you can’t promise that,” you whisper as you pull out of his touch. “not really.”

daryl can feel the distance between the two of you growing already with each second that passes, his heart aching and his head pounding all at once. your words only add to the guilt and the pain that he’s already feeling, knowing that he can’t give you the real reassurance you need. he swallows hard, trying to keep his own emotions in check.

deep down he knows he can’t promise something, that at that moment, he wasn’t even sure of himself. he could see the questions, the realisation, the hurt swirling in your eyes as you stared up at him, silently pleading for him to contradict you, to tell you that it wasn’t true.

“i can try,” is all he can muster and your heart feels like it’s going to collapse in on itself. you knew daryl better than anyone, better than he knew himself, and you knew he was being sincere, but that didn’t stop the doubts and insecurities you had about him leaving. nothing would ever make you feel better about it.

“please…” he suddenly grabs your hands again, holding them tight in his own, not wanting to lose the feeling of your touch, of your skin against his. he could already feel it slipping away – feel you slipping away – and the distance growing further between the two of you. “please… just… trust me,” he practically pleads, his voice soft and his gaze filled with helplessness.

you look down at your hands wrapped in daryl’s, the touch feeling so familiar yet so foreign at the same time. it just serves as a painful reminder that he really was leaving. your own features are shaky as all you can do is accept his words with a nod, another tear rolling down your cheek as you press your forehead to his.

his eyes flutter shut as you rest your head against his, each tear that you shed causing the ache in his chest to grow even more. he can feel the resignation in your gestures, the way you submit to his decision, even if deep down you didn’t agree with it.

he savoured the feelings of you against him, eyes closed, his hands holding onto yours as if he were clutching on to the last shred of you that he had. he wanted to keep you here, in this bubble, forever if he could. and in that moment, he swears to himself that no matter how long he’s gone for, or how far away he ends up, he was going to come back for you, no matter how hard or how much time it took.

and he was going to keep that promise.

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cosmicamor · 8 months ago

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⌞ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ⌝

⭑ he’s been so sleepy when he comes home lately so you decide to wake him up with a nice surprise

⭑ you were being a brat all day so he takes it upon himself to teach you a lesson

⭑ date nights with joel always end with sloppy drunk sex where you’re literally fumbling all over each other

⭑ joel is a certified munch king so whenever he’s eating you out you see literal stars

⭑ needing to fuck pre-outbreak!joel before he goes to work every morning because you know you’re gonna miss him too much

⭑ he loves watching you get on top, all pretty and drunk on his dick as your ride him flawlessly

⭑ whenever joel comes over you never leave the bedroom

⭑ best friend!joel and you get drunk one night and he thinks you’re looking a little too good

⭑ you lose a bet to joel and now he gets to fuck you

⭑ he loves watching the way his cock disappears when he wants to shut you up for being mouthy all day

⭑ joel loves making you all needy for his cock

⭑ you’ve been so needy for him all day that you greet him on the kitchen counter like this

⭑ giving post outbreak!joel a blowjob

⭑ having a quickie while he comes home for lunch aka you

#. ⋮ ❛ 𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𓈒 ˙ ꗃ . ❜#. ⋮ 𝓳𝓸𝓮𝓵 𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻 .ᐟ #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x female reader #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller imagines #joel miller concept #joel miller concepts #joel miller headcanon #joel miller smut

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cosmicamor · 8 months ago

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𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 , daryl dixon .ᐟ

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ⭑ daryl’s been away on a run for a few days and his absence had left you needy for his touch

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⭑ daryl dixon x girlfriend!reader. established relationship. ‘thigh’ riding. female orgasm. swears. petnames such as ‘sweetheart’ and ‘baby’. no plot just sexy time with daryl. 1.6k words. nsfw — minors dni .ᐟ

“ya missed me that much, huh?” daryl smirks, his voice low and gruff, as he watches you shudder beneath him. his words are tantalising and his breath hot as he leans down to your ear, sending waves of tingling pleasure throughout your entire body.

the needy expression on your face, and the way you were looking up at him with your big sweet eyes only made his smirk deepen, pulling up at the corner of his mouth. he was enjoying the effect he had on you, how you’d practically squirm, and the way you were reacting so well to him and his touch. he could see just how badly you were craving him, and he already knew that he had you wound tightly around his finger.

he slowly began to trail kisses up and down your neck, his lips grazing your skin at a torturous pace, pulling smalls gasps from you with each one as they send a rush of heat right to your core. he knew exactly what he was doing to you, and the way he was slowly teasing you was driving you insane.

“always miss you when you’re gone,” you exhale, your voice barely a whisper.

you hum against the feeling of his lips travelling further along your collarbones and shoulders, his hands resting on your hips, holding you in place as he continues to explore your body. with each and every kiss he presses along your sensitive skin, he could feel your breathing becoming heavier.

“’m here now,” he murmurs against your skin, a hint of satisfaction in his tone as he brings his knee up between your legs, the hard denim of his jeans pressing against your core. your breath hitches in response, the movement sending a shiver down your spine. “gonna give ya what ya need, sweetheart.”

a small whimper falls from your lips as your body involuntarily arches against him, causing daryl to let out a low chuckle. he shifts a bit, pressing kid knee a bit harder, his hands moving up your sides, grabbing and roaming across the plush skin.

“such a needy lil thing, ain’t ya?” he muses, his words vibrating against your skin and you squirm against him, desperate for more friction. "that feel good, sweetheart?"

"uh huh," you moan, your breathing picking up in pace as your hips slowly begin to roll against him. you had been craving his touch since the moment he left a few days ago, and it wasn't until now that you realised just how badly you needed him. how badly you needed his touch.

his fingers dig into your hips, his grip tight and firm as he continues to leave a trail of hot, open mouthed kisses along your neck. he can sense the need in your movements, the way your hips grind against his knee. “look at ya, so desperate for me.”

daryl’s knee continues to press between your legs, rubbing against you, and the sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. you can feel the heat pooling between your legs, the wetness of your arousal soaking through your shorts, your breaths turning into soft moans as you rock your hips against him, desperately seeking some kind of release.

the need in your moans is evident as your hands grip the bed sheets, “can’t help it, feels s’good.”

“s’okay, sweetheart, take what ya need,” he hums, his voice deep and rough. the sounds you were making, combined with the feeling of your body pressed against him, has his own desire growing in the front of his jeans.

he can feel the dampness against his knee, your arousal soaking through the denim against his own skin and it drives him wild, but he loves the desperation in your voice too much to give you what you want yet.

his hands slide up your sides, pushing the fabric of your shirt up until he can feel your naked skin under his calloused fingers, slowly exposing more and more of you to him, “been thinkin’ ‘bout this for days, thinkin’ bout ya and yer pretty lil sounds.”

“yeah? you missed me too, baby?” you pant, your hands reaching up to run through his hair, gripping onto the long locks as he moves his kisses back down to your bare chest now.

he grunts in affirmation, his tongue darting out to lap at the soft skin of your breasts, circling your pebbled nipples with his tongue as his icy blue eyes look up at you, “course i did. ya really think i was tryna rush back for any reason other than ya?”

your heart pangs with adoration, your eyes softening and brows upturning as you take in his words, and you gently pull him back up the bed to meet him in a deep kiss.

he lets out a surprised growl as he returns your kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth and moving against yours effortlessly. your pants and ragged breaths become more consistent as his hips press against yours now, positioning himself between your legs as his knee still provides delicious friction against your core. he rocks forward, craving it just as much now and with each press of his lips, you can feel his restraint starting to falter.

daryl breaks the kiss as he leans his head against your shoulder, his breathing laboured as he takes a moment to collect himself. he can feel himself growing harder by the second, the sight of you beneath him, your bare chest rising and falling with each heaving breath sending sparks of desire through his body.

he lets out another low growl as he finally speaks, “need ya, baby. ain’t gonna last much longer.”

you can’t help the smirk that forms on your lips as you look at him with a playful look in your eyes, “who’s the needy one now?”

his eyes darkened and narrowed at your smartass taunt. a low grumble escaped his throat as he pushed his knee forward purposefully, applying extra pressure and pulling a breathy yelp of pleasure from your lips, “careful, sweetheart, or i’ll have ta hold off ‘til yer beggin’ for me.”

your smirk falters immediately as he continues to push his knee harder against you, the need in your eyes only multiplying, “m’sorry,” you pant, your head pushing further into the pillows beneath you as the pressure from his knee dares to push you over the edge.

grinning at your immediate reaction, he leans down close to your ear, his hot breath ghosting over your skin. “tha’s more like it.” he relishes in the sight of you, so close to the edge, knowing that you were just one push away from completely unravelling before him.

you couldn't handle it anymore, the pleasure that was building within you close to it's breaking point as the coil growing in your stomach dared to snap. your mouth falls open, hands gripping onto daryl's arms as you feel your high vastly approaching. you couldn't speak, couldn’t form a coherent word — the only sounds falling from your lips were desperate pants of anticipation and the insatiable moans that followed.

daryl’s knee continues to move against you, applying the friction you so desperately craved, and he can tell by the way your body starts to tremble beneath him that you were almost at your ends meet. he no longer cared about his own pleasure and desire, shoving it away to focus on just you. “tha’s it, sweetheart. don’ hold back.”

his voice was rough, breathless, as he kept up the rhythm with his knee, watching you writhe closer and closer to the edge. his hands ran lightly along your bare skin, seeking to ground you in that moment — to anchor you in that wave of pleasure.

“let go, baby, i gotcha." he meets your gaze, giving you the safety and reassurance you needed to finally let yourself fall over the edge.

you pull him back down to meet you in a hungry kiss at the same time the coil in your stomach finally snaps. he feels your body tense as you come undone and he eases the pressure of his knee, gently helping you through the waves of pleasure that rock through your body.

he captures your moans with his mouth, his tongue meeting yours effortlessly as he takes your pleasure as his own. he savors the taste of your lips, the way you pant breathlessly against him, completely lost in the aftermath of your high.

breaking the kiss, he pulls away to look at you, his eyes dark with want and desire. “atta girl,” he praises, his thumb gently brushing across the heat of your cheeks, and then presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

you relish in the comforting gesture as you ride out the last of your orgasm, letting yourself sink into him as you take your time catching your breath and coming back down to reality. you were completely spent, and breathless, but as daryl shifts to lie beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, you knew you were right where you were supposed to be.

he gently nuzzled his face into you, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead as his hand ran up and down your back, tracing lazy circles over your skin, “yer definitely the needy one,” he murmurs, his voice soft and comforting in the quiet of the room, and yet, you felt no need to retaliate, but rather content and satisfied.

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cosmicamor · 8 months ago

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⌞ 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ⌝

⭑ you tell best friend!peter you’ve never seen the star wars movies so he comes over to watch them with you but you get sidetracked

⭑ peter asks if he can record you, underestimating how hard it’ll be to control the camera when you feel so good

⭑ bf!peter has been thinking about being inside you all day

⭑ boyfriend!peter loves how responsive you are when he’s fingering you because his spidey senses pick up on all of it

⭑ all he needs after a long day of being spidey is to be with you

⭑ he loves the effect he has on you, making you writhe and convulse from his touch knowing how much you love it

⭑ you call him daddy once and it makes him lose it instantly

⭑ having sex with peter for the first time

⭑ peter loves nothing more than when you’re on top

⭑ peter pulls out his camera and says he wants to show you how beautiful you are when you ride him

⭑ when you’re playing the new game peter got you but all he wants to do is eat you out

⭑ texting peter late at night that you’re missing him so he swings over and sneaks into your room

⭑ taking your time with him because you know he’s a sucker for a steamy makeout session

⭑ study sessions always go ary when it’s just the two of you

⭑ telling him to keep the suit on while he fucks you (wrong suit i know, don’t come for me)

⭑ you always send him teasing videos of you touching yourself so one day he sends you this as a response

#. ⋮ ❛ 𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𓈒 ˙ ꗃ . ❜#. ⋮ 𝓹𝓮𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓻 .ᐟ #peter parker x reader #peter parker x fem!reader #peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #peter parker concept #peter parker concepts #peter parker #peter parker fanfic #peter parker headcanon

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cosmicamor · 10 months ago

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⌞ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐏 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 ⌝

⭑ being a good girl and letting him use your mouth

⭑ daryl said he was handy, in more ways than one, so you tell him to prove it. he took it literally.

⭑ he comes back from a run to find you waiting in his cell

⭑ he loves taking you from behind, burying you in the couch

⭑ he loves to tease you and get you dripping wet first

⭑ he says he's inexperienced but he always hits the right spots

⭑ he's been on a run all week and he’s feeling touch starved

⭑ needing you so badly the second you're alone in alexandria

⭑ the group notice you and young!daryl missing from time to time when you’re supposed to be helping out around the farm

⭑ when the cell block is empty, daryl refuses to waste an opportunity to be inside you

⭑ you love helping him relieve tension when he comes home after a long day at the commonwealth

⭑ you sneak into daryl's cell but there's only so much you can do without risking getting pregnant

⭑ you’re being bratty and he needed to teach you a lesson

⭑ young!bf!daryl who always sneaks into your room during the night when he needs to get away from his own house

⭑ young!daryl loves treating you like the pretty little slut you are

⭑ young!daryl loves watching you squirm as he thrusts deep inside of you

⭑ you’re always shocked by how good it feels when he’s inside

#. ⋮ ❛ 𝓹 𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𓈒 ˙ ꗃ . ❜#. ⋮ 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝔂𝓵 𝓭𝓲𝔁𝓸𝓷 .ᐟ #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon imagines #daryl dixon headcanon

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𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 , eddie munson .ᐟ

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ⭑ eddie finally admits that he can't get you, his best friend, out of his head.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⭑ eddie munson x best friend!reader. best friends to lovers. kissing. fluff. secret pining. potential swears. mentions of weed. mentions of reader having hair. 2.1k words .ᐟ

it was midnight on a friday, now turned saturday, and the low sound of rain hitting the roof of your trailer had been accompanying you as you watched your film. usually, eddie would be with you, curled up in your bed, watching whatever movie it was that you had picked out with his hands trailing through your hair because he knew you loved it.

the sound of knuckles rapping on the trailer door drags your attention away from the movie, and it's not until then that you eventually pull yourself from the sheets. there was only ever one person that would come knocking so late at night, and the small "open up, my ass is freezing" that follows, only solidifies your thoughts.

eddie was your best friend — he was also the best friend you could ever ask for — protective, compassionate, understanding. he saw the world in you, much like you did him, and it had been that way ever since you were kids.

giggling to yourself, you straighten out the shirt you were wearing, an old one of eddie's that he no longer wore, and opened the door to see him leaning against the frame. a smirk is splayed across his lips, his unruly hair slightly damp and covered in tiny raindrops as it fell over his dewy brown eyes, and he pulls something from his back pocket.

"wanna go for a drive?" he wriggles his brows, holding a joint between his pale fingers.

"and by 'drive'... you mean?"

"getting high in the back of my van." he answers almost immediately. you don't respond, instead, you narrow your eyes at him for a second. the hint of a smile makes an appearance, and he takes the little roll of your eyes as a 'yes'.

you give him a light shove, though he adds to the theatrics and plays along as if it had actually hurt before inviting himself in and closing the door. "i would've come by earlier but hellfire ran a little later than i thought it would, and then i got carried away planning out next weeks part of the campaign." he plants himself on the sofa, kicking his feet up on the coffee table as you search through your basket of discarded laundry to find some pants.

"have they worked out you're bringing vecna back, yet?" you ask, sifting to the bottom of the pile and plucking out a pair to slip on.

"no, but dustin made a huge move tonight and i think they could be close to finding out."

as eddie continues to relay the events that had unfolded at hellfire, you head to your room to grab a jacket, though upon your return, you notice he had suddenly gone quiet. there wasn't but a murmur or an utterance that fell from his lips.

he remains on the sofa, his head lulled back against the cushions as he stares at the roof. something had shifted in his demeanour. his eyes no longer sparkled with passion like they had only moments ago, and his ever-so-lovable smirk had disappeared.

"you okay, eds?" you ask, adorning a now worrisome frown, and you sit on your side to face him. your knee hits his thigh, and the chain on his pants clangs together, but he doesn't answer, his mind a million miles away. "eds?" you poke him gently.

"hmm, what?" he clicks back to reality, eyes wide when he sees you're beside him now. he blinks back whatever had been plaguing his mind, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, and looks to you once more. "what were you saying?"

"i wasn't saying anything, you were, and then you went quiet." you give a lopsided smile, leaning your arm against the back of the sofa to rest your head on. "what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours?"

he blushes, relishing in the way you call him pretty, and his head sinks with a sigh, "m’just thinking."

"you? eddie munson? thinking?" there's another tug at his lips, the ghost of a smile appearing before it's gone once again. he lets out another sigh, eyes avoiding you now, and that's when you know something is truly bothering him. "okay, sit. tell me what's wrong." you pat your thigh.

obliging, eddie moves to rest his head on you, your fingers immediately finding his hair and entangling among the curly locks. ever since you were little eddie had always been an open book to you, constantly telling you what was on his mind, never keeping anything hidden. more times than not, you knew what was wrong with him before he did, but this... this seemed different.

it takes him a moment, but eventually, he opens his mouth to speak, the gears turning in his head, "do you ever think about getting out of here?"

"out of hawkins?"

"yeah. like just packing a bag and leaving?"

"like.. every day."

"where would you go?" he looks up at you through the shaggy mess of his bangs, a quirk in his smile as his dimples peak through now.

you shrug, "anywhere is better than here. what about you?"

"oh, i'd pack up my van in a heartbeat. take my guitars, my tapes, my dnd stuff and just take off. don't know where, but as long as i'm on the road, i don't care." it was hard not to notice the way his eyes lit up as he spoke about hitting the road, though the pang in your chest that followed after him mentioning leaving, set a wave of fear over you.

for so long eddie had been a part of your life, the one constant you had as you grew. it was hard to ever imagine a life without him because... you didn't want to. after spending so many years by each other's sides, running to one another in your times of need, being the only person the other fully trusted — a life without eddie would be an empty one.

there's a flicker of fear in your eyes that eddie catches sight of before it's quickly gone. a tug between your brows as worry etches across your forehead because while the thought of leaving hawkins had crossed your mind many times, you never intended to leave eddie behind, nor would you want to. but with the roles reversed, you weren't entirely sure if you held the same amount of importance.

this hurts even more when you take into consideration the flourishing feelings you had for him. it was bound to happen — practically inevitable — but you couldn't bare the thought of him ever finding out.

a blanket of silence falls over the two of you, eddie's ringed fingers dancing across the material of the sofa until he reaches yours and pulls your hand towards his chest. he doesn't say anything, just fiddles with the ends of your fingers, before abruptly sitting up and turning to you.

there was a shift in the way he was looking at you now, almost like he had something to tell you - something that was on the tip of his tongue. he prods at the sofa nervously, before planting his hands in his lap and shuffling closer to you.

"there is one thing that i know i wouldn't be able to leave without though." he says in a way, that both confused and intrigues you. "well, i should say 'someone' rather."

"rick." you joke.

a soft chuckle leaves him, "no. though, now that you mention it-" he stops short when you playfully hit his shoulder, an array of laughter falling from you both. "i'm kidding. i'm kidding. obviously… it’s you."

"you mean that?" there’s a coy smile on your lips, unsure if his words were sincere or if he was simply saying it to make you feel better.

his brows pinch together, "of course, i do."

"what if… you get sick of me?"

"i could never get sick of you, you muppet." he ruffles your hair.

"what if i get sick of you?"

"I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just say that."

another silence falls over you both, smiling at one another, thinking of scenarios in your heads of the two of you on the road. iron maiden playing at an alarmingly loud volume as eddie sings along with the wind blowing through his hair, and he wears the biggest smile you had ever seen as you drive through the prettiest of landscapes.

"do you... do you ever think about... us?" he hums the question though there's a shakiness to it that you don't think he meant to let off.

"what? like hanging out? we already do that."

"no,” he exhales. "i mean... people say that you're likely to fall in love with your best friend. do you ever think like that about us?" the question takes you by surprise. did he somehow know of your feelings for him? your sudden silence seems to stir something in him. "uh, y'know what? just forget i said anything."

"no, eds," you reach for his hand but he moves it before you can. "do you think about us... like that?"

he peels himself off the sofa now, pacing a little on the other side of the coffee table, "no — i mean, sometimes. i just — mike said something that got me thinking and, i know that i shouldn't let that little shit get inside my head. but, i don't know, lately, i just can't seem to keep you… out of it."

you were unsure as to what eddie was implying — saying he couldn’t get you out of his head — did he mean it the same way you did? or did he just mean he had been thinking about you like he always did? "what did mike say?" your voice is low, almost too afraid to ask.

"oh, he was just being a smartass as per usual,” his brows raise as he rolls his eyes. “when i said i had to check-in with you first about whether or not we could fit in an extra hellfire session this week because we had already made plans, he said ‘why is she your girlfriend now?’ of course, i denied it, but then jeff started saying that i act like we’re a married couple, or that we’re domesticated, or some shit. and then, of course, dustin just had to chime in saying that he sees the way we look at each other — what does that even mean? — and then gareth and jeff started saying all this bullshit and-“

“-eds,” the sound of his name falling off your tongue hits him like sweet honey, stopping him mid-ramble as his head whips back to you. you stand to join him around the other side of the table, his eyes watching you with wonderment as you slowly approach him. “… i do too.”

“you do too, what?” he asks, bemused, and it’s not until you tilt your head and raise a brow that he catches on. “wait… you do?” you nod, tracing his features as he does the same to you. his eyes illuminated by the moonlight as his bangs fall in disarray, and you reach up to gently brush them back into place. “what are you doing?”

"i wanted to see your face." you say, lowly, your hands now falling to land on his shoulders.

"why?" he asks.

"i wanted to see your face..." you pause briefly, a shiver of anticipation rolling down your spine. "... when i do this." you lean forward now, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. he's quick to catch on to what you meant, and he meets you halfway, pressing your lips together with pent-up urgency.

"y/n," he mumbles your name against your lips before slightly pulling away, leaving you breathless as your chest rises and falls dramatically. "are you sure? i don't — i don't want this to ruin anything between us." he smiles through his eyes, though there's a sadness deep within him begging for reassurance.

"what did you say to me before? about the someone you wouldn't be able to leave without?" you ask, leaving him with more questions than the ones he already had.

he exhales, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his hands rest on your hips. "i said... it's you."

"exactly."

#. ⋮ ❛ 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓵 𓈒 ˙ ୨ৎ . ❜#. ⋮ 𝓮𝓭𝓭𝓲𝓮 𝓶𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓸𝓷 .ᐟ #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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cosmicamor · 1 year ago

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐏 , daryl dixon .ᐟ

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ⭑ your relationship with daryl only deepens when he reaches an all new level of vulnerability with you.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⭑ daryl dixon x girlfriend!reader. established relationship. fluff. angst. semi-nudity. mentions of scars and abuse. 1.3k words .ᐟ

daryl’s eyes stay locked on you as he slowly shrugged off his shirt, the scars and markings on his olive-toned skin now fully visible in the dimly lit room. large jagged lines of damaged tissue stretched along his back, some old and overlapping, while others were newer and more defined. each one told a story of the battles he had survived. the pain he had endured. every one of them making him the man you had grown to love.

you knew daryl had scars, just as you all did, but you had only ever glimpsed his before in passing - an accidental run-in while he was changing - but this was different. this was deliberate, a conscious choice he was making to bare not just his skin, but a part of himself that he typically kept hidden. the act alone spoke volumes about the growing trust he had implemented in you. no matter how hard he tried to remain his usual stoicism and keep you at arms length, you had weaselled your way into his heart, and there was no turning back now.

“i told ya, they ain’t pretty,” his voice is low and rough as he spoke, a hint of insecurity in his guarded gaze.

“no, they aren’t,” you say softly, agreeing with his comment as you slowly and cautiously step towards him. “but they’re a part of you, of who you are, and i think you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever met.”

daryl’s body tensed slightly as your fingers gingerly touch one of his larger scars, the rough callused skin shifting beneath your light touch. his breath hitched for a moment, his gaze locked on you through the mirror before him, watching every movement closely.

no one had ever touched his scars before, not like this, but he doesn’t pull away. instead, he stayed still, letting you explore the map of his history etched deep into his flesh. it was like electric jolts through his system, the way your soft touch sent a shiver across his skin under your fingertips. no one had ever touched him with such tenderness, especially not his scars. the air around them seemed to crackle with tension as he gazed down at you, the weight of your words and touch hitting him deep in his heart.

his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, voice barely above a whisper, “ain’t nobody ever called me ‘beautiful’ before.”

“... you are.”

a soft whale escapes his lips as you wrap your arms around him, pulling him back into the comfort of your soft embrace. the feel of your body against his back shoots sparks through his core, and he subconsciously leans into your touch, craving more of the soothing warmth.

he feels your lips graze his shoulder blade, the tenderness of a kiss sending a shiver down his spine. the gesture almost undoes him as you nuzzle into him and he lets out a low, shaky breath.

“do you not think you are?” you ask.

he hesitates for a moment, his rugged features etched with a mix of vulnerability and self-doubt as he struggles with the unfamiliar praise.

“dunno,” he mutters, voice gruff. “never thought of myself as beautiful, just a tough old redneck who’s been in a few fights.”

he glances over his shoulder at you, dark eyes assessing, waiting for your reaction. the walls he had built up over years of pain and rejection are starting to show cracks, revealing the deeply insecure man underneath. the man that very few people got to see.

“that may be who you think you are, but that doesn’t mean it’s all that you are.”

his gaze locks onto yours, raw and exposed. he’s not used to having someone see him, not just the scars on his body, but the scars of his soul. his throat feels tight, but he manages a raspy reply.

“yeah?” he cocks his head slightly, his usual gruffness undercut with a hint of vulnerability he can’t quite hide. not with you. “what else am i then?”

with each word you speak, you press a kiss to his back, “you’re a strong… courageous… loyal… caring… stubborn…misguided…gentle…man, who deserves far more than this world can offer him.”

with each word and each kiss, daryl feels a wave of emotion well up within him, his defences slowly crumbling. the way you speak about him, your words dripping with genuine sincerity, stirs something deep inside of him. it’s almost too much, and he has to resist the urge to pull you into his arms.

he huffs out a wry, amused laugh when you call him stubborn, “and i’m just supposed to believe all that?”

“like i said… stubborn.” you press one more kiss to his back, smiling into it.

daryl can’t help but let out a husky chuckle as your lips press into his back once more. his head dips down, trying to hide the slight blush that creeps across his cheeks at your teasing.

“yeah, guess you’re right on that one,” he mutters, grudgingly admitting defeat. he then glances over his shoulder, his gruff exterior crumbling a little more. “you forgot somethin’ though.”

your eyes narrow playfully as he now turns to face you. his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you against his muscular frame in a gesture that’s both tender and possessive at the same time. his dark eyes are intense as they look down at you, searching yours for a moment as he gathers his thoughts.

when he speaks, his voice is softer than usual, and there’s a slight nervous twinge to his tone, “you forgot to say i’m yours.”

you smile, leaning up to kiss him but stop just before you do, your lips barely brushing against his, “that’s just a known fact, sweetheart.”

the closeness of your lips against his was enough to make sparks dance under his skin. but your coy response, that hint of a tease in your voice, does him in, and he’s powerless against the magnetic pull between you both. when you finally close the distance and kiss him, he responds almost immediately, the kiss deep and intense right from the start.

his arms tighten around your waist, his hands splaying across your lower back to pull you even closer, eliminating any space between you. his lips move against yours in a desperate dance, a silent affirmation of what you both already knew.

when you finally break apart, he rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding as if it wants to leap out of his chest. he gazes down at you, a mix of awe and wonder in his eyes as he takes in the vision of you, your swollen lips and flushed cheeks. he looks almost dazed, as if he’s trying to process the fact that you, a creature of such beauty and kindness, exists in his crazy, unnatural life.

a small, disbelieving chuckle escapes him as he speaks, “the hell’d i do to deserve you?”

“everything. you did everything to deserve me.” you reassure him, his heart swelling in his chest as you do.

he lets out a shaky exhale as you kiss him again, his hands gripping your waist a little tighter, like he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go for even a second.

when he speaks again, his voice is low, rough around the edges with unguarded emotion, “don’t you ever leave me.”

“even if i did, i know you’d find me,” you run a hand through his hair, an adoring smile on your face as his eyes flutter shut at the touch. he lets out a low hum, the corners of his mouth curving up into a rare smile.

he opens his eyes to look at you again, his gaze filled with a mixture of adoration and determination, “i’d tear this whole world apart to find ya if i had to.”

“and i’d be waiting for you.”

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