#i’m genuinely mesmerised

[karinasbaby]

oh my god

genuinely can’t believe that i’m lucky enough to live in the same timeline as cherry red mullet heeseung like is this a joke.

[friendlyneighbourhoodelf]

Pinterest Assigned Name Aesthetic

thank you to @anxiousotters for tagging me <3

Start a new post and go to pinterest and type [your name] + “core” to show your aesthetic, then post the first 6 images:

i’m not sure how much this is actually a coherent aesthetic, but i do kind of like it. particularly the fish one.

no pressure tags -

@ineffableviolet @47cityordinances @nobie

(and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it !!)

[foofiked]

By the rocks!

pairing: luke castellan x aphrodite’s!daughter reader

summary: Luke knows that you sneak around at night to go to the lake, and he decides to play around by ‘coincidentally’ bumping into you, hoping to grab your attention.

warning/s: fluff, luke sortve dark, suggestive, a few (more than a few) kisses, lots of teasing, strong language, semi-public making out and shi, soft!reader, soft!luke, friends to lovers, implications of sex, sexual tension

authors note: please tell me people are still hung up on luke, cause i am holding onto him. endings quite abrupt so don’t attack me !! (btw reqs are open, don’t be shy<3)

Rays of moonlight kissed the lake, ripples cascading onto the rocks, tall, bodies of grass surrounding your figure, and your hand limp in the water.

Evenings were always peaceful for you, no distractions, no loud, whiny voices, just a serene environment.

As the night passed you expected no interruptions - as always - but you heard leaves rustled behind you, your eyebrows narrowed with curiosity as you turned your head around.

Luke Castellan. Someone you were familiar with, dusting himself off. “Castellan?” Your tranquil voice asked as he neared you, “shouldn’t you be in your cabin?” You added with genuine confusion.

“Shouldn’t you?” He replied in a witty manner. You smiled at him, and he swore he saw an angel in your grin but it was just his amazing visualisation.

“Ptf, I’m always here, don’t worry about me” you said as you dropped your head back to the sight of the ocean, leaning one side of your face on your knee. “I should come here more often then” he shrugged, sitting down on a patch of soft grass.

“I wouldn’t mind that” you stated, your voice soft and soothing to his ears.

His cheeks reacted immediately, and he was astound by the fact that he was a mess around you but a well disciplined guy in front of others.

“Why are you here” he was here for you - duh - but he was also here to bring himself at ease, the stressful day that was brought upon him absolutely destroyed his mindset.

“Rough day, one of the fuckfaces— I mean ares kids nicked me” he sighed lightly before he noticed your eyes drop down to the scar on his forearm. Your nimble fingers ran across his stitches, “are you okay?” Concern present in your demeanour.

“Mhm” he hummed, staring at you longingly. “You sure? your stich is really…” You moved close absentmindedly, scrutinising his cut before looking up at him, realising the proximity between your faces.

You felt frozen, he felt frozen. None of you’s were speaking, he was only inching closer till his top lip grazed yours.

Finally, with lots of anticipation, you closed the gap, grabbing his cheek with your palm. He let his hands travel to your waist, squeezing it ever so softly.

“Luke…” your voice breathless as he gently pushed you down to the grass.

Your fingers left his face, going down to the hem of his shirt and under to get a feel of his toned abdomen. A quiet groan left his mouth as he reciprocated the action, going down to lift your camp shirt off. You helped him by pulling it over your head and reconnecting your lips.

Somehow you felt comfortable: relaxed under his presence, so you unclamped the two pieces of metal of your bra, slowly sliding it off. Luke was mesmerised, in-fact he was intoxicated.

“So beautiful” his breath fanning your neck, “soo, soo, beautiful” Luke trailed back up to your mouth before placing a hand on one of your breast. Your breathed hitched as you continued to indulged in his lips.

“Take this off” you ordered, stretching the hem of his shirt as he took it off. A smile poked at your lips when you finally saw him exposed, you explored his chest, your fingers going up and down over every bump. “Are you done?” Before you could even let out an answer he stuffed his mouth back to yours, making you laugh.

[nahoney22]

Congrats!!!!! I’ve been loving your stories for so long and I’m so glad to be able to read your stories on this journey with the bad batch.

May I request the reader x bb member where the reader needs to use their safe word and the batcher’s reaction? I need some soft fluff in preparation for the series finale.

Lots of love! Thank you.

The Safe Word*** 🌊

The Bad Batch X Gender Neutral Reader

authors note: sorry for the wait! Hope this is okay - I went down the BDSM route as that is when safe words are typically used so I hope that’s okay with you? And I hope there’s plenty of fluff and comfort for you after as there is some angst. I hope you enjoyed the finale 🩵

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Uses of a safe word, explicit sexual content and language, brief mentions BDSM/bondage play such as shibari, knifeplay, spanking, dirty talk, degradation kink, light choking. There is angst but followed up comfort and aftercare, discussions of past negative relationships, established relationships with each of the batch.

NSFW under the cut:

Echo - Havoc

You and Echo had never considered using a safe word until recently when things started to spice up in the bedroom. But, settling on "havoc" felt right.

One night as Echo nestled beside you, his lips grazing your neck, kissing and sucking hour soft skin, his hand explores beneath your clothes as you found yourself bound to the headrest. It was a recent experiment for both of you. Yet, a sense of unease crept in as the loss of movement weighed on you, a feeling you hadn't quite anticipated.

The bounds were tight, restricting you of even wriggling your fingers and a surge of panic builds in you.

"Echo, havoc," you utter urgently, your voice tinged with uncertainty, making him withdraw instantly, concern flickering in his wide golden eyes.

"Is everything okay?" he asks softly, his gaze searching yours.

"It's my hands, I can't..." you falter, your heart racing as you gesture to your restrained wrists. Without hesitation, Echo releases you, peppering apologetic kisses on your wrists.

"Was it too much?" he inquires gently, his voice laced with worry, as you take a moment to steady your breathing, grateful for his understanding.

You catch your breath and nod, a little embarrassed by your reaction. "Sorry, I thought I was ready."

He smiles in understanding and tenderly kisses your forehead. "And that’s alright. We don’t need to do that again if you don’t want to. I want to respect your boundaries," he coos, his voice reassuring as he allows you to snuggle into his side, the warmth of his embrace easing away your worries.

You were so glad to be with someone as gentle and sweet as Echo.

Hunter - Marauder

It was you who initiated it first, drawn to the mesmerising way Hunter twirled his viroblade. And so you suggested the possibility of incorporating it into your alone time with him.

Seeing the excitement flicker in his eyes, you found yourself in his bunk that night, bared to the skin, watching as he manoeuvred the blade with practiced ease. As he pressed its edge against your thigh, the cold sensation sent shivers down your spine, your focus fixated on the blade rather than on him.

Your breath hitched, fixated on the blade's movements rather than on him. He hovered over you, the blade gliding up your waist until it grazed your cheek, the sensation causing an unexpected discomfort.

"Marauder," you say quickly, a safe word you and Hunter had for each other from day one almost, watching as he discards the blade in an instant, his eyes softening with concern.

"Did I hurt you?" he asks gently, his voice filled with genuine worry as he focuses solely on you.

You shake your head, silently apologizing to him. "Sorry, I just... I freaked out for a moment there."

He settles beside you, draping the blanket over you to preserve your dignity, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. "I sensed there was something wrong, your heart wasn’t beating as it usually does," he says, his tone filled with a hint of self-reproach for not noticing it sooner. "Let’s watch a holomovie instead, yeah?" he suggests, wanting to shift your focus to put you at ease.

Grateful for his understanding, you intertwine your fingers with his as he sets up a device for the two of you to watch something. Maybe you'll revisit knifeplay someday, but for now, you're content to enjoy a quiet moment together.

Wrecker - Meiloorun

Typically a gentle giant, Wrecker was particularly attentive in the bedroom. But tonight, something changed.

With your face buried in the pillow and fingers gripping the sheets, you felt a sharp sting as Wrecker delivered a firm spank to your arse. "You've been naughty, haven't ya?" he teased, his dirty talk adding to the arousal.

While playful spanking was nothing new between you two, Wrecker seemed to get carried away, delivering a harder blow than usual. As his hand made contact again, you couldn't help but sob out, uttering "Meiloorun," the safe word to halt his actions.

It took a moment for Wrecker to register your plea, muffled by the pillow but he quickly shifted you onto your back and holds you close. "Kriff, I'm so sorry. Was I too hard?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern.

Though your eyes stung with tears, they didn't reflect the distress evident in Wrecker's. "Just a little rougher than usual, sweetie," you said softly, cupping his cheek. "I’m fine."

"I hurt ya," he sighed, taking your hand in his. "I've never hurt ya before."

"It just stung, Wrecker, that's all," you reassured him, allowing his arms to envelop you protectively. "And you stopped as soon as I said our safe word. I appreciate that."

Wrecker holds you for a little while, whispering soothing things in your ear as you did the same with him as you both feel grateful for another. You knew it was not intentional and you reminded Wrecker of this. Next time, he knows to be more careful.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Wrecker.”

Tech - Tibanna

When you first started dating Tech, you never imagined he had such intriguing desires—like the one he was demonstrating on his device: Shibari.

"I believe you will look divine constricted like this as I make you succumb to me," his words dripped with lust, his eyes intense behind his goggles, sending shivers down your spine.

And so, you let him. While you and Tech had explored various kinky activities, nothing quite like this had been on the agenda. With the others away for hours, he instructed you to strip bare and sit in the pilot's seat as he skillfully threaded the rope through his hands.

"Let us begin, shall we?" he said, starting with a simple kiss before expertly binding you to the chair with intricate patterns. But, as he worked, something shifted within you. The mood didn't feel right, overwhelming you completely. Though he looked at you like a delectable treat, you felt like a trapped creature, desperately searching for a way out.

So, you uttered the safe word.

"Tibanna.” You breathed shakily as Tech was about to secure your feet to the base of the chair. He paused, looking up at you.

"Do you wish to be free?"

"Yes," you managed to say with a swallowed nod. That was all it took for him to grab a tool and release your most restricted parts, allowing you to move freely once again.

You stand, legs trembling beneath you as you hastily reach for your robe, wrapping it around yourself to conceal the rope marks now etched into your skin. Tech's gaze follows your movements, his expression a mix of concern and uncertainty, unsure of how to respond to the sudden change in mood.

“Darling,” he begins tentatively, closing the distance between you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder as you turn away, your back to him, “are you alright?”

Your response is barely audible, a muttered apology escaping your lips as you avoid meeting his eyes, feeling the weight of disappointment settle in the air.

“Nothing has been spoiled. I still have you,” he reassures you as he wraps his arms around you, drawing you close. “I never want you to feel uncomfortable with our endeavours. Perhaps this can be something we revisit in the future when you're ready. But for now, how about we step outside and admire the stars? They're rather impressive tonight.”

His words wash over you, a soothing balm to your nerves, and you nod in agreement, grateful for his understanding. As you lean into his embrace, you feel a sense of relief flood through you, knowing that he prioritises your comfort above all else.

Crosshair - Tooka

Crosshair was always a man of mystery to you, yet his cloudy aura somehow making him irresistible. It took a while, but the two of you made it work and got together. He was sweet on you, not even shy to show how he felt in front of his brothers around you. But in the bedroom, that was a whole different story.

When you suggested having a ‘safe word,’ he questioned why ‘stop’ and ‘no’ weren’t good enough, but he let you pick a word anyway, even if it was ‘tooka.’ He just never expected you to use it.

His hand tightened around your throat, eyes ablaze with lust as he pressed his body against yours in a rhythmic pattern, sending shivers down your spine. “Such a good slut, aren’t you?” he grunted, his fingers gently squeezing your windpipe as he moved against you.

Dirty talk was normal while choking and degradation was a silent kink of yours, but in the heat of things there was a word he used that made you gasp, a sudden wave of panic washing over you as you felt vulnerable.

“Tooka. Tooka. Tooka,” you repeated quickly, gasping for a breath you didn’t know had been taken from you as he released you completely, his eyes furrowing in concern as you almost backed away from him.

He was silent for a moment, watching you, trying to process what he could have done wrong. Then, he remembered a conversation you had after a drink or two, where you opened up about certain past relationships.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as he lay beside you, giving you a moment before taking your hand in his. “I… I didn’t mean what I said. I’d never hurt you.”

You blinked away your tears and smiled weakly at him. “I know, Cross,” you whispered back, “just… lay with me, hm? Let’s not talk about it.”

He debated if that was the right course of action, knowing you were vulnerable, but he said no more.

He debated if that was the right course of action, knowing you were vulnerable, but he said no more. He draped a blanket over the two of you and allowed you to nestle into his side, rubbing soothing circles into your back, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance as you both sought solace in each other's embrace. “I love you,”

You smile silently and meet his gaze. “I know.”

You had never felt so loved and cared for since being with him.

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[angelofsmalldeaath]

I don’t know if your taking requests but I would love to read something about taking a bath with Andrew 🥰 anyway, I love you’re writing!!

this is genuinely the freakiest coincidence because i wrote half of this last night, wayyy before getting this request!! anon we share the same braincell

also thank you sm for reading!! i appreciate you very much 🤎🤎

cw: nudity (non-sexual), sappy and sickly sweet but at this point if you're coming here expecting anything else...idk what to tell you

“ah, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he shuts the bathroom door behind him, shuts his eyes too and sighs for a long moment. 

i flick some of my bath bubbles at him and squawk in mock outrage. “i’m naked in here, you know?”

still leaning against the door, he half-opens his eyes and smirks, “that supposed to deter me, darling?”

i take him in properly then—hair slipping out of his bun, messy, unruly, like he’s ran his hands through it quite a lot today. the sleeves of his sweaters are pushed up to his elbows. ink stains his fingers, calluses litter the palm of his hands. 

“there’s no way the two of us are fitting in this together,” i laugh, “we’d spill water everywhere!”

“i’ll clean it,” he protests without missing a beat. “let me in? please?”

softness creeps into his features, the kind that melts my heart until it’s nothing but a beating mess at his feet. “get in,” i smile, “i’ve got a eucalyptus bubble bath going.”

sluggishly he begins to get out of his clothes—socks at first, tossed in one corner of the bathroom, then the sweater joins the pile. i stare at him, a bit mesmerised, at his stomach and chest and arms. all that skin on display, skin that i have touched and caressed and kissed a million times. and yet i feel breathless. 

a moment later, he kneels by the tub, still in his jeans, and flicks a thumb at the corner of my lips. “got a bit of drool there, baby.”

i flush, and he steals a kiss, smug and satisfied. 

“don’t be evil,” i pout, “i’ll uninvite you!”

“mm-hmm, and are you capable of that?”

i roll my eyes, trying to hide the smile creeping onto my face once again. it takes him a few more seconds to pull down his jeans, his boxers, and then i slide forward and make room for him. 

the regret is instant. “oh my god,” i scrunch my eyes shut as water floods the bathroom, drenching the edges of his discarded clothes. all he does is laugh—impish and full of mischief. “god you’re lucky i love you!”

“i am,” he kisses the nape of my neck once he settles behind me, “i really am.”

his skin is warm when i settle against him. he smells like he always does—his cologne, day old now, the fabric softener he’s used since long before i knew him, and something that is entirely and inexplicably him. i breathe in deep until it fills my lungs, until the smell of eucalyptus almost disappears from the room. 

“how was your day?” 

“honestly?” he sighs, and starts a vague soapy doodle on my thigh. “it was a lot. not quite so physically, just…emotionally. i couldn’t wait to get back home to you.”

“yeah? that bad?”

“just hard…not bad. never bad.”

i nod, and trace a vein on his arm, leaving a soapy trail behind. silence settles over us for a few moments, occasionally broken by his small sighs. it’s nice, this—being able to feel his heartbeat against my body. absently, he hums a tune, something i haven’t heard before. 

“that’s new,” i lean my head against his chest, relish the vibrations of his humming travelling through my body. “is it?”

“it is. nothing concrete, just something i’ve been toying around with.”

“‘s nice, sweet.”

“you think so?” he asks and i nod. after another moment of silence, he chuckles lightly, then tightens his hold on me. “maybe i’ll use it for a song about you. that’s a nice idea, isn’t it?”

“i didn’t know there were songs about me,” i giggle, and kiss the back of his hand, once and then once again for good measure. 

“there are always songs about you,” he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, kissing the spot where my pulse is quite obvious. “in my head or my notebooks or on any scraps of paper i can get my hands on. always you.”

like he so often does, he leaves me speechless—stuck between blushing and welling up—until he flicks bubbles on me and the moment dissolves away. 

“we should just get takeaway,” he declares innocently, like he hasn’t left me with a lump in my throat. “i just want to be lazy with you.”

i clear my throat, shake my head. “takeaway it is. i can order while you clean the bathroom, right?” i bite my lip and keep the laugh in. 

he groans, huffs on my shoulder. “god, you’re lucky i love you!”

“i am,” i kiss his knuckles softly, knowing i mean every single word of it. “i really am.”

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

finished binging supacell in one sitting it was so good OMG black superheros yes sign me up they show was so epic and now I’m binging the press stuff my god are they is all so my gorgeous are you kidding me they are stunning every single one of them glowing what a beautiful cast I’m literally in awe at how beautiful they are what a stunning cast the whole cast just pure beauty how? Did they cast them from modelling agency and they just happens to have raw acting talent? their face cards are CRAZY INSANE I was mesmerised the whole time watching the show!

Never seen such insanely beautiful cast I’m literally in awe and shocked at their lethal face card they shining like literally glowing my god I need s2 NOWW actually

and they are close and they went to each other plays aww I love when actors are genuinely happy in each other company and enjoy each other not just dying filming but after filming and they hang out afterwards it’s so cool cute and the seem like such fun group please I wanna hang out with them they all seem so real genuine people now I’m obsessed with yet another show cast and actors about it to watch their everything josh is already my man from another show boarders it was not a Netflix show I think but it was so good and now he’s in this too and its so good like man is talented and I know he’s nominated for same award with Nicola Dylan ofc rooting for my guy but also my girl but him

[lou-0111]

I Won’t Say (I’m in Love)

y/n doesnt believe in love, taylor, their best friend (who knows their view on love) tries to convince that luke would be a great boyfriend for them: bit of a long one today - 3.4k words

Love is stupid, ok? It’s pointless and there is absolutely no need for it. And no, It’s not just because I've had bad experiences, it’s the whole thing. Girls changing themselves for the boy they like. Boys being mean to people to get girls attention, the whole thing is just stupid.

If there's a prize for rotten judgement I guess I've already won that

I feel like I’ve made a series of poor decisions in my life, each one heavier than the last. This pattern of regret and self-reproach feels like it’s consuming me from within. It's become almost second nature to make mistakes because I've fallen into the habit of making them, and each misstep adds to the weight of my past errors.

No man is worth the aggravation

No guy at Camp Half-Blood is worth going through that emotional turmoil again. It’s simply easier to avoid falling in love altogether. The past is full of lessons learned—the kind where you thought you'd finally moved on, only to find yourself trapped in the same old cycles. The gods had their trials, and there's no need for us to repeat their mistakes.

That's ancient history, been there, done that

This happened to the gods in the past, it shouldn't be repeating with us again

Who d'you think you're kiddin'? He's the earth and heaven to you

“Y/N, you have to listen to me on this.” My best friend, Taylor starts, “Luke would be the perfect boyfriend for you. First, he’s genuinely kind-hearted. It’s not just something he puts on for show—he’s consistently thoughtful and considerate in everything he does. You’ve seen it yourself, right? How he interacts with everyone around him, always making sure people are okay and that they’re feeling included.

And let’s talk about his skills—he’s an exceptional swordsman. His dedication and proficiency with a sword are impressive.

But it’s not just about physical skills. Luke is amazing with the younger campers. He’s got this natural ability to connect with them, to mentor them, and to make them feel important. He treats them with such patience and respect. You know how much that matters, seeing someone who doesn’t just see the younger kids as a burden but genuinely enjoys helping them grow.

So, don’t let your past experiences cloud your judgement about him. Luke isn’t just another face in the crowd; he’s someone who genuinely fits what you need in your life. It’s worth considering that maybe, just maybe, he could be the one who changes your perspective on love.”

Everyday, every damn day, Taylor goes on about how me and Luke would be great together. But I don’t see it. Love is stupid, Taylor is stupid for thinking I like him.

Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you (Oh, no) Girl, you can't conceal it We know how you're feelin', who you're thinkin' of

We were walking back from training one day when again, she started the whole luke chat. “Y/N, I need to be real with you here. It’s becoming impossible to ignore how you keep watching Luke. You spend hours just observing him as he trains. It's not just casual glances; you’re practically mesmerised by how he moves with such skill and focus. Every time he picks up his sword, there’s this look in your eyes that I can’t ignore.”

Excuse me? He’s the best swordsman at camp, obviously I'm going to watch him, to get pointers on how to get better, nothing else. 

“And it’s not just during training. When Luke interacts with the younger campers, your attention is entirely on him. You’ve seen how he takes the time to teach them, to encourage them, and how he genuinely connects with them on their level. You watch him as he patiently helps them learn and grow, and there’s this soft, almost admiring look on your face. It’s clear that you’re moved by how he treats them with such kindness and care.” “I just think it’s sweet how he takes his time teaching them, nothing more, I'd be the same way if anyone else did what he does.”

“I know you’re trying to play it cool and act like it doesn’t matter, but let’s be honest—your feelings are showing. It’s like you’re trying to hide behind this façade that love isn’t worth it or that you’re not interested, but it’s obvious to everyone around us. We all see how your face lights up when he’s around, how you hang onto his every word and action.”

“Woah, you need to slow down, someone might hear you, my face doesn't ‘light up’ ok Tay? I’m a listener, sorry if i listen when people talk to me, I don’t like luke, never have, never will.”

Stop denying it. We can see right through you. It’s not just about admiring him from a distance; it’s about the way you light up when you talk about him or when he’s in the room. Your actions are screaming that you have feelings for him, even if you’re trying to convince yourself otherwise. It’s ok if you like him, if you’re in love, it’ll be good to put your heart out again.”

Where my heart can get hurt again. I mumble walking away. I do not like Luke.

You swoon, you sigh Why deny it? Uh-oh It's too cliché (Ah-ah-ah-ah) I won't say I'm in love

Being in love feels like a foolish, unnecessary risk to me. It’s as if admitting that I’m in love would be an act of surrender, a sign of weakness. I keep telling myself that I don’t need a man to complete my life or make me happy. My independence has always been my strength, and the idea of falling for someone seems like it would undermine that strength.

I’ve managed perfectly well on my own, navigating life without relying on anyone else to validate my worth or fill a void. I’ve built my own stability and happiness through my own efforts, and I’m proud of that. The thought of opening myself up to love feels like an invitation to vulnerability and potential heartbreak, and I’m not ready to risk that.

Admitting that I’m in love would mean acknowledging that I need someone, and that’s something I’m determined to avoid. I don’t want to be in a position where my happiness depends on another person’s actions or feelings. I’ve seen how love can complicate things, how it can lead to disappointment and pain. It’s easier to stay detached and focus on myself rather than deal with the unpredictability of a romantic relationship.

I keep convincing myself that I’m better off without the emotional upheaval that love often brings. I’m self-sufficient and capable, and I don’t need anyone else to complete me or make me feel whole. Embracing love feels like it would disrupt the balance I’ve carefully created in my life. So, I put up a wall and tell myself that I’m not in love and that I don’t need a man to be content. It’s a way of protecting myself from the potential pain that comes with opening my heart.

I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out (Ah) My head is screaming, "Get a grip, girl" "Unless you're dyin' to cry your heart out" 

I won’t put myself through that again. I’ve been burned too many times by love to let it happen once more. Each time I’ve opened my heart in the past, I’ve ended up disappointed and hurt. The cycle seems to repeat itself with every relationship I’ve been in: the initial charm and allure give way to a painful reality that shatters the illusion.

Every guy I've been with starts off presenting the best version of themselves—perfectly polished, attentive, and seemingly sincere. They act like they’re everything I’ve ever wanted, showing me a side that makes me believe in the possibility of a true connection. But as time goes on, it’s like a switch flips, and suddenly, they’re no longer the person I thought they were. The transformation happens so swiftly and so completely that it feels like a betrayal. One day, everything seems perfect, and the next, I’m left grappling with someone who’s changed overnight.

It’s as though these men wear masks, carefully crafted to win me over, only to discard them once they’ve achieved their goal. The facade falls away, revealing a reality that’s often disappointing and disheartening. I’ve come to expect that this pattern will repeat itself because it always has. Each time, my trust and hope are eroded, and it becomes harder to believe that someone can truly be genuine.

I’ve reached a point where my heart simply can’t handle any more of this emotional turbulence. The pain of investing my emotions into someone who ends up disappointing me is too much to bear. The cycle of hope and heartbreak has left me exhausted and wary. I’m trying to shield myself from further damage, to protect my heart from the predictable cycle of rising expectations followed by crushing disillusionment. The idea of putting myself through that kind of emotional rollercoaster again feels unbearable. So, I shut down, convinced that avoiding love is the best way to preserve my peace and prevent further pain.

You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw you hit the ceiling (Oh, no) Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up That you got, got, got it bad?

"Y/N, It’s becoming impossible for anyone who knows you to ignore the signs. Your reactions when he’s near, the way you talk about him—it all points to something deeper than just friendship or admiration. You might be trying to downplay it or act like it’s not a big deal, but everyone can see it. We all notice how you light up when he’s mentioned or how you subtly seek out opportunities to be around him.

"Well why don't you go out with him? Since you notice every small detail about him."

You’re not fooling anyone with your attempts to mask your feelings. The way you talk about him, how your mood shifts when he’s mentioned—these are all clear indicators that your feelings for Luke run deeper than you’re willing to admit. It’s written all over your face and in your actions. It’s not just a small crush or a fleeting interest; it’s something more significant, something you’re clearly struggling to acknowledge.

So why keep pretending? It’s okay to have feelings for someone, especially someone like Luke. The sooner you accept and embrace your feelings, the easier it will be to figure out what to do next. Hiding behind this facade of indifference only makes it harder for you to deal with the truth." "Taylor, I cannot keep having this convosation with you, it's getting on my nerves, please just drop it." I'm never falling in love, with anyone.

(Shoo, shoo-doo, doo-doo) No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no Give up, give in Check the grin, you're in love This scene won't play I won't say I'm in love You're doin' flips (Ooh-ooh) Read our lips, you're in love

The idea of opening myself up to another relationship feels like an invitation to endure more pain. The thought of investing my emotions again, only to face the inevitable disappointment, is almost too overwhelming to consider. My heart has reached its limit; it feels battered and fragile from past letdowns. The fear of another heartbreak is paralysing, making it hard to even entertain the idea of risking my emotional well-being once more.

I want to protect myself from the cycle of hope and disillusionment that has characterised my past experiences with love. The emotional toll has been significant, and I’m desperately trying to shield myself from further damage. The prospect of enduring another emotional upheaval is daunting, and my heart simply can’t handle the strain of another potential letdown. "Y/N, I know you don't like talking about it, but I csn't help it. Why csn't you see it? We’ve all see how you blush every single time you talk about Luke. It’s not just a subtle thing—your cheeks practically light up, and there’s this undeniable warmth in your voice. It’s impossible to ignore the way your eyes sparkle when his name comes up or how your entire demeanour shifts to something more animated and bright.

And let’s not forget how you watch him during mealtimes. It’s like you’re drawn to him in a way that’s hard to miss. You’re always glancing over at him, whether he’s chatting with the others, helping out with the food, or just enjoying a moment with his friends. You might think you’re being discreet, but it’s so obvious to everyone around. The way you steal glances and the way your gaze lingers just a little too long—these aren’t things you can easily brush off.

Trying to deny your feelings for Luke doesn’t change the reality of the situation. Your reactions and behaviour make it clear to all of us what you’re trying to ignore. We see through the act of nonchalance you’re putting on. It’s not just a case of mild interest; it’s something deeper. We can tell that you’re emotionally invested, even if you’re not ready to admit it to yourself.

It’s time to face the truth about your emotions. The more you try to suppress or deny them, the more obvious it becomes to everyone around you. There’s no need to hide or pretend anymore."

Taylor says before walking off.

I keep convincing myself that nothing will come of this, and that denying my feelings will make it all go away. I’m certain that nothing will happen between us, and so I refuse to acknowledge my true emotions.

Despite my best efforts to conceal my feelings, it's becoming increasingly difficult to ignore them. I try to pretend otherwise, but my actions and reactions betray me. Deep down, I think I’m in love, but I can’t bring myself to say it.

You're way off base (Shoo-doo, shoo-doo) I won't say it (She won't say it, no) Get off my case (Sha-da, sha-da) I won't say it (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

I’m adamant about not admitting my feelings. It’s a protective mechanism to avoid vulnerability and potential heartache. I want to be left alone to keep my emotions private.

Girl, go be proud It's okay, you're in love

Admitting my feelings would mean exposing myself to the possibility of heartache, and I’m not ready to take that risk. The emotional turmoil that follows when feelings aren’t reciprocated, or when they lead to disappointment, is something I’m determined to avoid. I’ve learned from past experiences that letting my guard down can lead to deep, sometimes overwhelming pain. By keeping my feelings to myself, I maintain a sense of control and safety, shielding my heart from potential harm.

I want to be left alone to keep my emotions private because it feels like the only way to maintain my emotional stability. Sharing my feelings would mean inviting scrutiny and potentially having to navigate the complexities of another person’s reactions and responses. It’s easier to keep everything internal, to process my emotions in solitude where I can control the narrative and avoid the unpredictability of others' reactions.

This private handling of my emotions is a means of self-preservation. It’s my way of creating a barrier between myself and the risk of emotional pain. The prospect of vulnerability, of exposing my inner thoughts and feelings, is daunting and unsettling. So, I prefer to keep my emotions hidden, managing them in the confines of my own mind where I can protect myself from the uncertainty and potential hurt that comes with opening up to others.

However, Taylor did not agree with my choices.

"Listen, Y/N, it’s really important for you to understand something: it’s completely okay to embrace your feelings. Love, as complicated and intimidating as it can be, is not something to be ashamed of or to hide from.

You deserve to be happy. If you have feelings for Luke, acknowledging them doesn’t make you weak or foolish—it makes you human.

There’s no shame in being vulnerable; it’s a sign of strength and courage. It’s a step towards allowing yourself to experience love and all the happiness that can come with it.

Hiding from your feelings or pretending they don’t exist only prolongs the emotional struggle and prevents you from fully engaging with the positive aspects of life."

"Yeah, whatever Tay, I'll see you later."

She raises her eyes at me, noticing I don't tell her to shut up about the topic.

At least, out loud I won't say I'm in love

It feels ridiculous to admit that I might be in love. I’ve convinced myself that I don’t need a man to be happy and that I’m fine on my own. Declaring my feelings feels like an invitation to heartbreak, something I’ve vowed to avoid.

I do have feelings for Luke. I’ve come to realise that I am in love with him, but I can't bring myself to openly acknowledge it. I’ll keep these emotions to myself, hidden away where I can manage them privately.

Who knows, maybe one day I'll tell him?

Doubt it.

[b4tasquad]

Can I ask for a filly imagine?? Something like the guys finding out that he's seeing soneone?

MESMERISED: YUNG FILLY

Authors note: no you’re not mistaken… b4tasquad actually posted for someone that isn’t Niko😭 love love filly, so here’s this🫶

Warnings: none!

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“What the fuck is up with you, man?” Filly, who had been previously giggling, looks up from his phone. For the past hour or so he had completely ignored all of his friends, instead texting you as the two of you made it a habit to send the funniest videos you could find. “You’re grinning like a mad man.”

Chunkz is not impressed as they’re currently loosing the match which they had been paired against Aj and Sharky for. He had noticed his best friend’s weird behaviour weeks ago. It was when he’d arrive to their meet-ups with his thoughts elsewhere, eyes shining and the weirdest explanations to back up his lateness.

“Don’t tell me it’s that gyal you won’t tell me about” Aj pauses the game, too invested in the topic to continue playing. Sharky himself is turned around to get the tea himself. At Filly’s silence, Chunkz rolls his eyes. “ Why won’t you show me her? You make it seem like she’s facially deformed with the way you’re hiding her.”

“You’re so fucking funny.” Filly counters, not being cool with his brother talking about his girl like that. Sure, Chunkz didn’t know you, curtesy of the agreement between you and Filly to keep it hidden, but he still didn’t appreciate what he was insinuating. To Filly, you were genuinely the most beautiful girl ever.

“You know I’m joking, bruva.” Chunkz laughs, and it’s impossible to stay mad at him.

“And besides, if she got you this hooked, she must be beautiful.” Sharky, the most respectful person says.

“Or mystery girl must be providing him the most pussy- whipping ride ever.” Aj’s quick to move off of the couch, protecting himself as Filly’s whole body comes at him. “I’m joking! I’m joking!”

The Colombian relaxes against the couch again, a smile resting on his face as he gets a new message from you. To this day, 6 months into your relationship, he had managed to keep you somehow hidden, but now he just couldn’t.

“She’s just so perfect you know?” He breaths out. “Every thing she does or says I repeat in my mind and play it in slow motion, because I’m just so…”

“Mesmerised?” Chunkz tries and his friend nods.

“Exactly!” Chunkz, Aj and sharky were literally known for violating at all times, but right now as they saw the absolute love on their friend’s face, they couldn’t help but admire it. “This isn’t just simping. I genuinely believe that she’s the only one for me. I get sick thinking about other girls, let alone even touching them-“

“Okay now.” His best friend stops him with a laugh. “Mandem’s getting a little too carried away.”

“Sounding like he’s putting a ring on it today.”

Filly pushes his friend, as the thought of marrying you gets in his head. “Shut up Aj. I’ve had enough of you.”

A couple hours later, Filly is sat against the couch, bowl of his favourite Colombian dish in hand. You were positioned between his legs, eyes moving from the tv in front of you to your food once in a while. Waking up today, you were feeling extra appreciative of your boyfriend and everything he did for you. He always went above and beyond to make sure the smile on your face never faltered and while it was just casual acts of giving for him. You looked at it entirely different.

As a person who had never experienced this level of kindness in a relationship, there weren’t enough words to describe the gratitude you felt towards him. In an attempt to try and show some of it, you had recreated a dish from his home country you knew he loved. It took you hours, a change of clothing and three different recipes, but in the end you had done it.

Filly noticed the second he walked into your home, the smell being a clear giveaway. Running into the kitchen, very childlike, he took a hold of your jaw to pepper kisses all over your face. You were sure your makeup would be ruined, but you didn’t mind, and it didn’t seem like he cared about having a little product on him either. He thanked you with the most genuine smile you had ever seen on a person, muttering Spanish words as he hugged you. With your little Spanish ability, you could faintly translate them to affectionate names he had called you in the past.

That brings you to now, the two of you cuddled up against each other as you watched a Netflix series you had been begging him to watch with you for months. As a particular scene that always managed to rile you up played, you could hear the faint gasp from your boyfriend as he puts down your food.

“Did that just happen?”

You nod as you copy his actions of putting away the food. There wasn’t anything more you hated than that scene as you could practically feel the betrayal through the screen.

Filly just looks baffled at the screen. “Wait why would she set her friend up? Lying to her like that.”

“Because she’s a bitch?” Turning around, you instead opt to lay with your chest on his. Taking a hold of his jaw, you slowly start to caress it. “Not everyone’s such a loyal friend like you, Felipé.”

He laughs at the use of his actual name, and not the username he had became accustomed to. “The govy? Wow you must really mean it.”

“I do” you hum, connecting your lips with his. With the awkward position you’re laid in, filly instead pulled both your legs on either side of his body, making you sit on him properly. As he trails his kisses from your mouth and to your neck, you giggle. “You basically tell them everything.”

Your words had no intention behind them, but filly stops and pulls away from you as he remembers what he had told them just hours ago. He wasn’t too sure how you would feel if you knew, but there was no doubt that telling you was better than lying about it. So with a a painful sigh, he rubs at his temple.

“Listen.” He drags out, making it sound much worse than it actually is.

Seeing the look of utter terror on your face, filly shakes his head quickly. “No, no. It’s nothing like that.” The Colombian reassures you, knowing you were thinking to deep into it. You cross your arms, still sat on top of him, as you wait for his words. “I might’ve let it slip that you and I-”

“No”

“Yeah.” He confirms, scratching the back of his neck.

“What happened?” You’re quick to ask, just wanting to know who, and why he had told his friends about the two of you when you had agreed to keep it to yourself for a while.

“I was hanging out with the guys and you and I were texting. Long story short Chunkz was like ‘I know you’ve got a gyal, you’re all in love, who is she’ and I just couldn’t hold it in ya’know? I just love you so much and-”

You cut his words of with a firm kiss, sensing how nervous he was becoming. Filly kisses you back with the same intensity, only managing to relax under your comforting touch. Once the two of you pull away, he’s quick to question you.

“Are you mad?”

You just smiled, finding it cute that he was this worried. Figuring it was from a place of care, you shook your head. “How could I be mad at you?”

Filly huffs a breath of air in happiness, a little grin on his face, and it’s probably the best thing you’ve ever witnessed.

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Ocean Eyes: Chapter 6 (Orm Marius x Reader)

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Summary:

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands.  You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour.  After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Wordcount: 4964

A/N: I'm just feral for our fish boy (man) so here is more smut

The dawn of the new day bathes the room in a gentle glow as you and Orm find yourselves immersed in a quiet breakfast. The lingering echoes of your heartfelt conversations from the night before have cast a new light on your connection. The bond between you and Orm feels different, somehow deeper and more profound.

Seated across from each other, the tranquillity of the morning is interrupted only by the soft clinking of utensils and the occasional sip of coffee or tea. 

You enjoy the peaceful mornings with him, and he is now even more eager to learn about the surface world. And that also includes making breakfast and cooking - and you enjoy that a lot.

To you, it feels like Orm has allowed himself to explore the surface world properly after his revelation. It’s not just about adapting to the unfamiliar customs or navigating the bustling streets; there’s a genuine curiosity in his eyes, a thirst for understanding the intricacies of the world beyond the ocean’s depths.

You made a rich breakfast this morning together. You find joy in guiding him through the art culinary arts, introducing him to the aromas and flavours of the surface world. 

There’s a unique pleasure in witnessing Orm’s curiosity unfold, in seeing him navigate the ingredients and utensils with a mix of concentration and enthusiasm. His genuine interest in the intricacies of cooking mirrors his approach to understanding the surface world – with an open heart and a willingness to embrace the unknown with you.

As your gaze wanders around the table, you notice a conspicuous absence - the sea glass you found just a few days ago. A subtle furrow forms on your brow as you scan the tabletop, realising that the vibrant piece of sea glass is nowhere to be found. 

Turning to Orm, who is still seated across from you, you inquire, “Have you seen that sea glass we found a few days ago? I can’t seem to find it.”

Orm glances around the table, his eyes scanning the surface, and the corners of his lips curve into a thoughtful expression. “No, I haven’t seen it. Did you misplace it?”

You shake your head, a touch of concern in your eyes. “I don’t think so. I remember placing it right here on the table after we found it. It’s strange that it’s gone.”

“I’m sure you will find it again at some point,” Orm says, smiling and taking a sip of his tea.

He pauses, taking a moment to savour the warmth of the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. The subtle play of light and shadow creates a gentle ambience, casting a soft glow on Orm’s features. His eyes, still reflecting the profound depths of the ocean, meet yours with a newfound softness. It’s a gaze that speaks of vulnerability, trust, and a willingness to share the intricacies of his past.

“You know Atlantis is unlike anything you’ve ever seen,” Orm begins, his voice carrying a touch of reverence. “Imagine a world beneath the waves, where the play of sunlight creates a mesmerising dance of colours. The coral reefs, vibrant and alive, house a myriad of sea creatures, each more breathtaking than the last.”

As he speaks, you find yourself captivated by the vivid imagery he paints. Orm’s words weave a tapestry of beauty, and you can almost envision the underwater city he describes. The way he talks about Atlantis transcends the factual details; it’s a testament to his genuine love for his home.

“The architecture is unparalleled, with structures crafted from living coral, adorned with bioluminescent patterns that come alive at night. The city itself breathes, pulsating with the energy of the ocean. And the Atlantean technology is beyond anything the surface world has ever known,” Orm continues, his enthusiasm evident.

As he shares these details, you can’t help but feel a sense of wonder and awe. Orm’s eyes sparkle with a passion that goes beyond duty; it’s a profound connection to a place he holds dear. You feel privileged to catch a glimpse of the depth of his love for Atlantis and its people.

“Orm, it sounds absolutely incredible,” you respond, your own eyes reflecting the genuine appreciation for his description. “I can almost picture it.”

Orm continues, his eyes unwaveringly fixed on yours. “You know, I’ve never visited the surface world before. Atlantis has always been my home, and I never felt the need to explore what lay beyond the waves.”

His words carry a hint of vulnerability, and you can sense that this revelation is something deeply personal to him. 

“But circumstances changed,“ Orm continues, his gaze never leaving yours. “I found myself more or less forced to the surface, and it was a world vastly different from what I’d known. It was overwhelming, chaotic, and yet, there was a strange allure to it.”

You listen attentively, a warmth spreading through you as he bares this part of his soul. 

“I could have gone back to Atlantis and resumed my life as it was by now. But being on the surface, I discovered a different perspective, a different way of life. There was a freedom here that intrigued me,” Orm admits, his voice laced with a mix of contemplation and revelation, “Here, I can be more than the former king of Atlantis who became obsessed with becoming the Ocean Master and killed without mercy.”

Your eyes lock with his, and you can feel the intensity of his gaze, and a blush creeps onto your cheeks.

“It wasn’t just the surface world that captivated me,“ Orm continues, his tone softening with a touch of sincerity. “It was the people, the diversity, the complexity of their lives. And then, of course, there was you .”

The admission catches you off guard, and your blush deepens. The vulnerability in Orm’s eyes reflects the sincerity of his words, and you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest.

“Meeting you changed everything. It made me question my convictions, my place in both worlds,” Orm confesses, a rare vulnerability in his voice.

Without hesitation, you reach across the table, your hand finding his. The touch is gentle, a reassurance that transcends words. “Orm, I’m honoured that you chose to share this with me. And I’m glad you stayed.”

His fingers entwine with yours, a silent acknowledgement of the connection that has grown between you. 

As he softly tugs you closer by the hand, there’s a magnetic pull that you gladly surrender to. The warmth of his touch, the intertwining of your fingers, and the unspoken understanding create a moment of intimacy.

Your eyes meet, and Orm’s hand, initially holding yours, gently wanders to the small of your back, creating a subtle but electric trail. The soft brush of his fingers against your clothed skin sends shivers down your spine.

He leans in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that carries the weight of unspoken emotions. The lingering taste of breakfast, with the soft pressure of his lips, creates a heady mixture that intoxicates your senses.

As the kiss deepens, your hands find their way to his shoulders, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer. The embrace is both gentle and fervent, a reflection of the emotions swirling between you.

In the quiet of the morning, the world outside fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in a tender exchange. 

Orm’s lips part from yours, but the closeness remains. His forehead rests against yours, and you can feel the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. The unspoken words hang in the air, a silent acknowledgement of the depth of this moment.

“You’re amazing,” he murmurs, his voice a gentle caress. The sincerity in his words adds another layer to the shared intimacy. In response, you smile, a silent affirmation of the mutual feelings that have bloomed between you.

The initial tenderness evolves into a passionate dance, each kiss building upon the last, creating a symphony of shared desires.

Orm’s lips, once gentle, now press against yours with a hunger that mirrors the intensity of the emotions swirling between you. There’s a primal urgency in the way his hands explore, mapping the curves of your body as if committing every contour to memory. It’s a silent declaration of longing, an unspoken desire that propels intimacy to new heights.

Your fingers find their way through his hair, weaving into the strands. The sensation is electric, a tactile connection that amplifies the heat between you. Orm’s hands, skilled and confident, explore the canvas of your body, tracing pathways of pleasure that send shivers through your entire being.

Orm’s lips, warm and fervent, begin a trail of open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down your neck. Each kiss is an echo of desire, leaving a searing mark in its wake. His actions speak of an unrestrained passion, a silent promise of a connection that goes beyond words.

As his lips meet your skin, a soft moan escapes your lips, a testament to the pleasure that courses through your veins. The feeling of his warm breath, coupled with the gentle suction of each kiss, creates an intoxicating symphony of desire.

You revel in the sensations, the mingling of pleasure and a subtle hint of pain as his kisses leave their mark. 

Orm’s murmurs between the heated kisses are a symphony of desire and revelation. His lips alternate between tender caresses and hungry urgency.

“This feels so much better than underwater, in Atlantis,” Orm confesses, the words a sultry undertone to the already heated atmosphere. 

His eyes, once a captivating ocean blue, have transformed into a darker, more mysterious hue, blown wide by arousal. The dim light of the room catches the glistening intensity in his gaze.

Orm’s hands, now firmly cradling your face, guide the rhythm of the kiss. His touch is both possessive and tender, a reflection of the depth of emotion that underscores this intimate moment. 

“I can taste you,” Orm’s words, whispered and fervent, punctuate the heated exchange as he bites your bottom lip, “I can feel you so much more intensive.”

The sensation sends a shiver down your spine, and you mewl in response, pressing yourself further against his thick, powerful body. 

You feel his cock, long and hard, lodged against you as he continues to devour you. 

A deep growl escapes his lips when you grind your hips, and it makes you want to hear more - feel more. Make him lose his control.

The urgency in the air intensifies, and almost frantic, you press against Orm, seeking a closeness that borders on desperation. The shared desire has reached a fever pitch, and in the heat of the moment, you break the kiss, trailing your lips along his jaw and down to his neck. The taste of his skin, the pulse of his arousal, and the scrap of his stubble against your lips, all fuel the urgency that courses through both of you.

As the kisses descend, you find yourself sinking to your knees in front of him. 

The shift in dynamics is palpable, the air charged with anticipation and need. Orm, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes, is a potent embodiment of desire. 

Your hands find purchase on Orm’s hips, fingers digging into the fabric of his pants. The intensity of the moment is reflected in the way your touch conveys both urgency and reverence. The proximity to him, the scent of his arousal, ignites a hunger that propels you forward.

With a sense of purpose, you trail kisses along the line of his hip, your hands working to undo the belt that holds his pants. The air is thick with anticipation as you navigate the fabric, revealing more of his heated skin. The subtle gasp that escapes him in response to your actions adds another layer to the charged atmosphere.

With one determined tuck, you pull down his pants, leaving him in his briefs. 

His hard cock strains against the material, and you lick your lips in anticipation. He is big - probably the biggest you’ve ever had, both long and thick. There is a wet spot around the fabric at the head of his dick where he has already leaked precum. 

You trail your fingers over the outline and feel him throb under your fingertips. 

Above you, Orm lets out a low moan that makes all the hair on your body stand up. 

Determined, you hook your fingers in the waistband of his underwear and free his cock. He really is thick and long, darker than his skin, a drop of precum glistening on the head. 

As if on autopilot, you wrap your hand around him experimentally, not fully able to close your fist, and he bucks his hips into your hand.

You lick a long strip from the base to the head, making sure to swirl your tongue around and catch the precum, moaning at the salty, musky taste of him. In response, Orm’s thighs tense, and he groans low in his throat.

His reaction spurs you on again - you want him to lose control, to show him how good it feels to have his cock sucked on the surface.

So you take more of him in your mouth and moan around his length as you feel him heavy and hot on your tongue.

With your hand, you pump the base of his dick as you bob your head. Every now and then, a groan or a low moan escapes Orm, and you can’t help but revel in those sounds, so you continue your ministrations.

When you feel his cock twitch, you pull off.

“Fuck, please,” his voice is hoarse and strained as he pleads.

Choosing to ignore it, you lick the vein on the underside of his dick from the base to the top before swirling your tongue around the head and taking him deeper again.

Orm mutters a few curse words and tangles his hand in your hair, pulling you off his cock to stare at you.

His eyes are dark - darker than you have ever seen them - and a subtle flush has risen to cover his neck and cheeks. 

When your eyes meet, you clench your thighs involuntarily. Seeing him like this turns you on beyond belief. Finally, you have him unrestrained and hungry, and fuck you like it. 

When he tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you to his cock again, you open your mouth willingly, taking him in as he moves your head up and down.

You feel his tip at the back of your throat and tears pricking your eyes, but you are determined to take him in completely and let him fuck your mouth as he wants.

With a steady and unforgiving grip, he pushes your head down further, his cock slipping into your throat. Only due to sheer willpower do you suppress a gag as he forces you to take him so deep.

When he lets out a deep, throaty, guttural moan, you feel like you could cum only from that sight and sound. 

The lack of oxygen is getting to you slowly, so you bob your head, moving his cock down your throat before almost pulling off and sucking in a deep breath. As you catch your breath, you swirl your tongue around his tip and suck on it.

Orm’s grip on your hair tightens again, his thick fingers curling around the strands almost painfully. He holds your head in place, and his eyes lock onto yours when he starts to move his hips.

At first, he only thrusts shallowly, testing out if you’re comfortable with it, but then he starts with deeper pushes of his hips. When his dick breaches your throat again, you moan around it as your eyes flutter closed as your throat spasms around his length.

He fucks your mouth almost painfully slow, dragging his thick cock in and out of your throat, using you in a way that he likes before pushing it in completely until your nose is pressed against his stomach. 

Orm does it again, but this time he picks up the speed and almost slams his cock so deep it aches and holds your head down as you gasp around it.

When he pulls you back by your hair, you feel like you see starts, strings of thick spit connecting your lips to the tip of his dick.

He allows you one proper gasp of cool air before he starts fucking your face in earnest.

“You feel so good,” Orm groans as he thrusts in your mouth. 

Each stroke goes deep as you try to find a rhythm to breathe around him, the edges of your vision going hazy and dark. 

He pushes his dick to the hilt down your throat, and you can’t help but moan around him again.

Your cunt throbs, and you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every thrust of his cock in your mouth. Never in a thousand years had you thought that this turns you on so much - if any of your exes had suggested it, you would have probably broken up with them. 

But with Orm, it feels so good. You don’t mind him using your mouth, fucking it with hard and deep strokes - you rather like it. 

You feel drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as he mercilessly shoves his dick inside your throat before pulling out and doing it again. 

“You look so beautiful like this. Wrapped around my dick - all drooling and willing,” you hear his husky voice through the haze of your thoughts as he marvels at the way you take him.

His praise surges through your veins, encouraging you even more to please him so you focus on your breathing as you take him.  

Orm’s pace is fast and hard. You’re sure your throat will hurt like hell later, but it’s so worth it. 

When you feel his hips stutter and the muscles in his stomach tightening, you know that he’s close. So you run your tongue along the underside of his dick as he thrusts, determined to make him finish.

With a loud and reverberating groan, he thrusts down your throat again, holding you there before yanking you off again and wrapping his hand around his cock, pumping it.

Instinctively, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out while looking up at him.

Seconds later, Orm cums, and it’s a magnificent sight.

He tilts his head backwards, a cascade of blonde hair clinging to the nape of his neck. His lips part, releasing a sigh that carries the weight of ecstasy. The room, dimly lit, accentuates the play of shadows on his chiselled features. 

The subtle glisten of sweat on his skin adds a sheen to his form, accentuating the contours of his powerful physique. 

Thick ropes of cum land in your mouth and face as you sit there and take it. You taste the salty tang of his cum on your tongue as he fills your mouth.

When he’s finished, his eyes, now clouded with desire, lock onto yours, and he watches you intently as you close your mouth and swallow his cum.

Orm’s gaze remains fixed on you, a mixture of awe, adoration, and desire swirling in the depths of his mesmerising blue eyes. It’s a captivating combination that holds you in its thrall as if you’re the most enticing spectacle he’s ever witnessed.

In the glow of the dim light, every detail becomes a masterpiece of desire - his tousled hair, the beads of water on his skin, the curve of his jawline - all contributing to the visual symphony of this shared ecstasy.

Gently, you tuck him back into his pants after cleaning him up, and Orm pulls you to stand by the hand entwined in your hair.

He pulls you to kiss him, and there is a sense of urgency behind it. When he devours you, you are sure he ought to taste himself on your tongue, but he doesn’t seem to mind. It’s a pleasant difference from the other guys you’ve been with.

The kiss is fervent, passionate, and unapologetically possessive.

His hands, now tracing soothing patterns on your back, are both tender and firm.

Orm breaks the kiss, his oceanic eyes locking onto yours with a renewed intensity. A whispered declaration escapes his lips, “That was… magnificent. You are magnificent.”

You meet his gaze, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips. 

“It was my pleasure, Orm,” your voice is a bit horse from having his cock down your throat.

“I wasn’t too rough, I hope? I didn’t hurt you?” Orm inquires, his eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort, his fingers tracing soft patterns on your cheek.

A reassuring smile graces your features as you shake your head gently. “No, Orm, you were perfect. It was... beyond amazing.”

Orm’s expression softens with relief, and he places a tender kiss on your forehead, his gaze lingering on your face, which seems to be gauging your reaction. 

Leaning in, he whispers in your ear with a low voice, “Will you let me return the favour?”

You respond with a breathless mewl and clench your thighs, “Yes, please.”

With seemingly effortless strength, he lifts you as if you weigh nothing, cradling you with arms on your ass. You wrap your legs around him, savouring the width of his abdomen and the stretch as you encircle him.

He carries you to the table and gently seats you on it.

His hands find a place on your thighs, and a flicker of uncertainty colours his gaze. Sensing this, you offer reassurance, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Orm.”

In response, he blinks, the admission slipping out, “No, I want to. I’ve just never... so don’t be disappointed, please.”

A warm smile graces your lips as you reach out, placing your hand tenderly on his cheek, “I’ll be here. Your willing practice object until you’ve mastered it - I won’t complain.”

His fingers on your thighs tighten, digging into your skin, and you detect a feral glint in his eyes, making you moan.

He opens your pants, and you lift your hips so he can pull them down, leaving you in your underwear before sliding your legs over his shoulders. His palms lingerie on the tender skin of your thighs, warm and gentle.

His gaze is set on your cunt, and you’re sure there is a wet spot because of how aroused you are.

Gently, he trails his finger over your clothed cunt and looks at you.

You moan when he grazes your clit with his fingertips. Spurred on by your reaction, he repeats the motion a few times until you whine and beg, “Please, Orm.”

Showing some pity, he just rips your panties away unexpectedly, making you gasp when the cold air hits your soaked pussy.

He scoots in closer and trails a finger through the lips of your cunt.

“Shit, you’re so wet,” he groans, holding his finger up to show you as it glistens in the ambient light.

He does it again, scraping your clit in the progress, making you moan and buck your hips. Every touch of his thick, strong fingers on your exposed skin feels like fire erupting from the spot and spreading through your veins.

“Is all that from just sucking my cock?” Orm asks, his voice low and raspy, dripping with arousal.

“Yes, Orm,” you whimper, too far gone to be embarrassed about anything, “All for you.”

With a husky curse on his lips, he scoots closer and licks a broad stripe over your cunt. 

You both moan simultaneously - you at the feeling of his tongue and him at the taste of you.

Almost as on instinct, you bury your hands in his hair, gripping the strands with your fingers.

And then his mouth is on you for good, and every thought slips from your mind. He experimentally swirls a single circle around your clit, applying slight pressure and suction.

You cry out under him, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair as you buck your hips. In response, his big hand comes to lay on your stomach to hold you down.

Orm tastes you with another wide, long lick, making your back arch off the table involuntarily. 

He eats you out achingly slow, testing what makes you squirm, shiver and arche beneath him. Occasionally, he moans or groans, the vibrations racing through your whole body, adding to the sensation. 

With tiny movements, he licks your cunt with the broad flat of his tongue against your cunt before moving upwards to your clit.

When you scream, he hooks his arms around you, pulling you even closer to his eager mouth.

“So good, Orm,” you whimper, consumed by the sensations. Railed up from sucking his cock, you know you’re already close, and it won’t take much to push you over the edge.

His licks turn even more desperate, and you feel a toe-curling orgasm approaching.  Working his tongue and jaw against your pussy, his nose bumps against your clit, adding to the delicious sensation. You know that he must be covered in your wetness, and the thought turns you on even more.

Euphoria shoots up your spine, and you roll your hips into him for more. 

Your cunt flutters, clenching around his tongue. You scream, your thighs dropping completely open in surrounder. He sucks on your clit, and you’re gone.

With his name on your lips, you cum, your body arching off the table as you flood his tongue. 

You try to catch your breath and come down when he suddenly sinks two of his thick fingers into your wet cunt. The stretch is magnificent, and when he curls them to hit that perfect spot, you scream again, your body spasming. 

“Come on, give me one more,” his voice is deep, and you feel his breath against your cunt, “I love the way you taste. Can’t get enough of it.”

His tongue continues to swirl circles around your clit, alternating with sucking the bud into his warm mouth.

If you weren’t sure if you can cum again, now you are. 

Especially, when he moves his other hand to your breast, placing his large palm over it. 

You feel the throbbing of your pussy and clit, pleasure spreading through your whole body again. Like flames licking every nerve of you.

Orm rolls his thumb over your stiff nipples, squeezing them.

It doesn’t take much for you, and he has you twisting your hips into his mouth a few minutes later, your hand falling from the grip in his hair.

His fingers curl again, finding the perfect angle. 

You feel like your head is aflame, scorching you from the inside out as you’re burning down.

This time, you come with a guttural cry, blacking out for a second, the letters of his name loosening on your tongue and the scream dying in your throat as Orm wrings you dry, eager not to miss a drop.

When your senses return, you hear distantly how obscenely sloppy your wet cunt sounds as he continues to pump his fingers. 

Your eyes flutter open as you blink a few times, trying to catch your breath, and you prop yourself up on one elbow to behold the captivating sight that is Orm between your legs.

His hair is ruffled and dishevelled, and the cerulean depths of his eyes, once filled with desire, now gaze up at you with a bright gleam. The morning light, gentle and soft, bathes his features, creating a subtle chiaroscuro that accentuates the contours of his face. Courtesy of you, his neck and chin are wet and glisten in the light.

He gives you a cheeky wink and lowers his mouth to kiss your cunt one last time before pulling back completely.

“Jesus Christ, Orm,” you laugh breathlessly, your legs feeling like jelly and your heart stuttering in your chest. If that is him not knowing how to eat out a woman, you’re afraid to feel what he can do to you once he considers himself good at that.

He rises from between your legs, a radiant smile adorning his face as he leans in to kiss you. The salty tang of yourself lingers on his lips, and you can feel the wetness on your chin and neck. The kiss is a brief yet sweet moment, soft and tender, leaving an electric warmth lingering between you.

“Would you like to visit Atlantis sometime?” he asks against your lips, his voice a blend of sincerity and anticipation. His eyes, a captivating blend of blue hues, search yours for any hint of interest or hesitation.

The idea of witnessing the mythical city beneath the waves stirs a sense of curiosity within you. Atlantis, a place shrouded in mystery and wonder, suddenly feels within reach. The invitation extends beyond the physical realm; it’s an invitation to explore a part of Orm’s identity, a glimpse into the world that shaped him.

Your gaze meets his, and a genuine smile graces your lips. “I... I’d like that,” you reply, the excitement and nervousness evident in your voice.

Orm’s eyes light up with a mixture of satisfaction and anticipation. “Good. I think you’ll find it breathtaking.” His words carry a promise, a commitment to sharing a part of his world with you.

“It gave me you,“ you smile, your hand gently caressing his cheek, “How can it not be magnificent.”

He smiles, a genuine warmth in his eyes. “We’ll take it slow. There’s so much I want to share with you, and I want you to feel at home in Atlantis.”

“I appreciate that, Orm. I’m looking forward to it,” you respond, your own smile mirroring his warmth.

[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ chapter 08: 7th sense

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Sunghoon was used to loud sounds. Growing up on the rink, the rush of the howling wind as he danced was nothing. Performing at award shows and concerts in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans? No problem.

But the thundering of his heart as he walked to the practice room was like nothing he had ever heard before. The consistent pumping of his heart drowned out his thoughts, forcing him to focus on each beat. 

His heart was so loud, he could barely hear his own thoughts. Not that he was thinking much anyway. 

He couldn’t wait to see Tsuki again, with her pretty pink hair and lovely eyes. The previous two times Sunghoon had seen her, he could barely thing. He could only focus on her and nothing else. She captivated him, with her soft voice and kind smile. 

Before he knew it, Sunghoon was standing in front of the practice room. He could feel himself smiling at the thought of seeing Tsuki again, his heart picking up speed. He took a deep breath, forcing his heart to slow down. He wrapped his fingers around the handle, the cool metal calming him down as he pushed the door open.

Before he could register anything, he registered the song on the speakers first. It was the last chorus of 7th sense, a song he’d heard over and over again during his trainee days. 

And then he saw you. 

You were in the zone, focused on your movements, Sunghoon knew you didn’t notice him come in. He watched you, observing the way you danced. 

The more we watched, the more mesmerised he became. The way you moved, so smooth and so sure of yourself, Sunghoon wondered if you were being controlled by another being. The way you hit every beat was incredibly satisfying, and the way you nailed the footwork was beyond amazing. 

He stood there in awe, jaw on the floor. As the music stops, Sunghoon begins to clap. 

‘Wow. That was… incredible…’ He whispers softly, slowly making his way closer to you. He walked in a trance, still reeling from watching you. 

You yelp in shock, stunned to see him here. ‘Sunghoon?? What the hell are you doing here???’ Your heart threatens to beat out of your chest, not just from the vigorous choreography. 

‘Oh! Uh Jungwon told me Tsuki would be here???’ He says, face contorting in confusion. Your face began to mirror his, wondering why on Earth Jungwon would say that. 

‘Ah damn, you can’t even go see her now… it’s almost 5, she’ll probably have Haewonnie or Jooyeon with her.’ You shrug, secretly happy that Sunghoon was with you, and not Tsuki. 

‘Eh.. it is what it is. At least I got to watch you dance because Y/n holy SHIT??? You’re one of the best dancers I’ve seen!’ He lightly punches your arm, his smile wide and genuine. 

You can feel yourself blushing, heat prickling your skin. ‘Please, you flatter me.’ 

‘No, no I’m serious!!! But why are you practicing 7th sense of all songs?’ Sunghoon looks at you quizzically, and you can’t help but be endeared by the way he jumps from topic to topic, his enthusiasm infectious. 

‘Oh! Well award shows are coming up and I want to be in my best form you know? And 7th sense has a complex choreography, so it keeps me on my feet.’ You shrug, smiling as you grab your water bottle. Sunghoon frowns lightly, ‘But you’re already so good??’

You turn away from him, overwhelmed by his compliments. ‘Well, as they say, there’s always room for improvement! Plus, practice makes perfect, you know?’ You shrug, taking a sip of your water. 

‘In that case, want to practice 7th sense with me?’ You choke on his words, almost spilling water all over yourself. 

‘HUH?? I mean- What…?? Don’t you have other schedules?’ You ask, tapping your head before you could choke some more. 

‘Nope! We’re quite free this week, other than our individual schedules…’ It takes you almost a full minute to process what he says, distracted by the way he shakes his head, soft hair flopping side to side, reminding you of a puppy’s ears. 

‘So…? Do you want to practice together?’ He tilts his head, and instantly you are reminded of Berry, Chan’s dog. 

You laugh lightly and agree, happy to have someone accompanying you. 

You begin practicing, and it is as if you are two halves of a whole machine, and the dance comes out incredibly. You match each other’s dance styles, his fluid motions and beautiful contrast to your sharp footwork. 

The time slips by faster than you both could have expected, and soon enough you’re parting ways, tired, yet content with the outcome of you practice. 

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synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

note: this post would've come out a LOT earlier if not for a mix up between my sister's and my laptop 😭 also menace jungwon my love 😁 also i love sunoo :P

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[heeheesang]

ɾiȥȥɱαƚch | lunch together? on me.

warnings! mentions of food / eating, mentions of verbal abuse.

“thank you class,” miss tan dismisses the class as everyone stood up and bowed at her. i sat back down and packed my bags as one by one, everyone left.

i took my bag and was about to step out of the classroom when a tall figure towers over me. a boy in business uniform cover with a black jacket, blonde hair with black ends, the cutest moles on his face, smiled down on me. “riki..?”

he nodded and smiles as he leans down to my height, “you’re much prettier in person miss pretty face.” i blushed and punched his shoulder playfully as we both laughed. he was so good looking, mesmerising. we took a seat nearby minju’s table and went to get our food trays.

“so little?” riki says as he pointed to my plate, “not feeling too hungry…” i slightly pouted as he sighed and ruffled his hair, taking a few more pieces of chicken strips and a bowl of soup., “you have classes til six pm, you definitely need more hm?”

i hid my face and smiled, he cares for me? i know he did it because he genuinely wants me to eat more and be full but wow acts of service? as we were about to pay, he held my hand and card down. “for two.”

“riki..!” i tried to get out of his grip as he laughs and teases me, “it’s on me baby, don’t worry.” i immediately stopped and retracted my hand, baby?

we walked back to our table with riki’s figure towering behind me, only to find someone else, unwanted, at our table. “yn, baby!”

i looked over to minju’s table before rolling my eyes at him, “get away from here, anton.”

“but baby..? don’t you miss me? i missed you so much baby, i almost forgot how your kisses felt..!” i gagged at his reply, we never even kissed. he was probably doing a prank video, where’s the cameras?

“who’s this?” riki whispered as he eyed anton.

“your new boy toy, yn? c’mon, just come back to me.. baby please..”

“do not, call riki a boy toy. he is my—“

“i’m her boyfriend.” i looked up to riki in shock, was he being seriously serious right now?

“baby you know you miss me..”

“no anton, fuck you! you’ve done so many shit to me and you’re expecting me to take you back? after you fucking called me names and cursed at me when you were angry that i didn’t want to do anything weird with you? i should’ve known what a bitch you are, instead of liking you. now, stay the fuck away from me and my friends and my boyfriend before i twist and tear off your fucking ballsacks.” i yelled out as i dropped my tray and ran to the toilet, tears dripping from my eyes as i thought about the incident over and over again.

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[jusst-you-race]

Perhaps 56. “It brings out your eyes.” for a rare pairing of your choice?

my lovely Liquid thank you for this prompt and thank you for then immediately giving me Choscar office au brainworms for it <3 i hope you enjoy this!!!! prompt list

“It brings out your eyes.”

Oscar sighs, reading the text on his phone for the hundredth time this morning.

Enjoy your first day ;)

Fucking Arthur. Oscar will always regret confessing to his best friend that he’d had a decade long crush on his older brother, but today in particular he is really feeling that burn of resentment. He can’t even feel good about it either, because as much as working under his best friend’s hot older brother is going to suck, it’s a really good job that Oscar simply never would have gotten without the connection. He sighs again.

He’d been silently praying in the lead up to this week that this was one of those workplaces where he didn’t really have much face to face time with his boss. But now, after having just finished his orientation, he’s come to the devastating realisation that this is the kind of workplace where he will be seeing a lot of his boss. Thank god he’s had so many years to practise his poker face. 

He fiddles with the one personal item he’s set up on his desk. It’s a photo of him, Logan, and Arthur, arms slung around each other and all in different states of uncontrollable laughter. It sits lopsided in a second hand frame that Oscar had picked up for cheap, but he wouldn’t change it for the world. He tries not to think too hard about who had taken the photo.

He’s pulled from his thoughts by the sound of someone clearing their throat and his head snaps up. Oscar quickly suppresses the groan that threatens to fall from his lips when he sees who it is.

Charles is smiling down at him, pretty green eyes somehow twinkling in the ugly fluorescent lights of the office. He’s dressed impeccably in slacks and a button up shirt; undone enough to be borderline indecent in a professional setting but Oscar’s sure no one would ever complain. He’s leaning on the divider next to Oscar’s desk, an effortless poise to him that to this day Oscar can’t help be mesmerised by. 

“Hello, Oscar.” It comes out like a purr in his accent and Oscar swallows. Hard. 

“Hi, Charles.” Oscar tugs self consciously at the boring sweater he’d thrown over his button up to hide the creases he couldn’t seem to iron out this morning. Charles’ eyes track the movement. 

“Are you settling in okay?” And that’s just the worst of it isn’t it. Oscar thinks he’d be so much better equipped to handle this ridiculous infatuation of Charles wasn’t so… kind. 

He nods.

“Yeah, everyone seems really nice. I’m excited to get started.” It sounds like the sort of generic thing anyone would say to their new boss, but Oscar genuinely means it. Charles smiles like he knows this. 

“Good. I’m very glad to have you on board.” Charles is purring again and Oscar feels like he might be starting to sweat under his gaze. 

He tugs at his jumper again. Charles watches. 

“Cute jumper, Oscar.” The corner Charles’ mouth curls up into a smirk that’s on the edge of teasing. Oscar rolls his eyes.

“You don’t have to lie, Charles,” he mutters.

Charles laughs, a musical, tinkling sound that has Oscar curling his toes in his shoes. 

“No, no.” Charles waves his hand. “I do mean it.” His smile slides into something more genuine. “It brings out your eyes.” 

And there it is. The real reason Oscar suffers so much because of this stupid crush. Charles is a flirt. 

His cheeks warm– there’s nothing he can do to stop it. Something glints in Charles’ eye and Oscar thinks he might pass out from the humiliation of it all. 

“Thanks, Charles,” he manages to get out. He ducks his head and sinks down into his chair, hoping to become one with it. Thankfully, perceptive, kind Charles decides to give him a break. 

“I’ll let you settle in.” And then he squeezes Oscar’s shoulder (Oscar feels like he might actually die) and swans off towards his office. 

Head in his hands, Oscar comes to the conclusion that this might be the worst job of his life. On his desk his phone buzzes.

Has Charles been annoying yet?

Little does Arthur know.

[moljh]

No Secrets

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You take Eddie with you to Victoria’s Secret Fluff, flirting, mentions of sex, teasing Unedited - just a quick one I put together

Eddie wanted to disappear. He wanted to die. He wanted to curl up into the darkness never to be seen again.

These were the thoughts running through Eddie's mind as he stood frozen within the depths of hell that is Victoria's Secret. He didn't know why he was even here, why you had decided to bring him of all people, surely Nancy or Robin would've been better candidates.

Eddie had endured high school as the outcast and the freak, but somehow he had never felt this out of place and judged until now. You couldn't have been more than a foot away from him, but he still felt so strange.

There were bras and other lacey pieces of underwear lining the shelves and wracks around the entire store, there was no where he could look without feeling like some sort of pervert. So he decided to keep a very strong focus on the laces of his shoes.

"Eddie, hey" you said, touching his arm, clearly startling him slightly "sorry... You ok?"

"Yeah, yeah, what would make you say that?" he chuckled nervously

"You can go wait outside if you'd prefer?" you offered him

Just as he was about to leap on the offer, he noticed the expression on your face and tried to put on a pretend smile.

"No, no, I'm happy to stay with you" Eddie said smiling, causing you to mirror him and smile to spread across your face as well, though yours was much more genuine than his

You continued throughout the store, collecting a few miscellaneous items and then headed to the changing rooms.

Eddie awkwardly stood outside of your changing room as you tried on a couple of things. Though in reality it was only minutes, for the leather clad boy it felt like an eternity and counting the scuff marks on his boots could only entertain him for so long.  

"Eddie," your gentle voice suddenly said and Eddie spun around to come face to face with the curtain between you two "can I get your opinion on something?"

"Umm..." he said uncertainly, starting to question his expertise in women's fashion "sure..."

Your arm quickly darted out from behind the curtain and pulled the boy into the confined place with you. Once Eddie had gained his footing and expertly avoided going head first into the floor length mirror, he properly got to look at you.

"Holy shit!" he said without thinking

"Eddie!" you whisper yelled back at him

"sorry..." he muttered, mesmerised by what stood before him

"Well, what do you think then?"

"I was thinking why you wanted my input about women's clothes but I don't think this has enough fabric to be called that" he chuckled proudly

You gave him a flirtatious smile and took a step closer to your boyfriend "are you saying you don't like it?" you innocently asked

"Would never dream of saying such a thing" he replied, words as sweet as yours had been

Moving closer, you looked up at his sweetly and very slowly began dropping to your knees. You could see that Eddie was excited by your move, but you smirked at him at you simply picked your shirt back up off the ground and stood back up.

Turning around you once again, slowly and tortuously bent down to pick up another article of clothing. You enjoyed showing off like this, knew what thoughts would be running wild in Eddie's head.

Suddenly you felt him move behind you, the cold metal buttons of his jacket touching the bare skin on your back.

Pressing you against the wall of the small space, you felt his breath against the back of your neck "Though I might have to punish you for teasing me like this" he whispered.

Eddie didn't notice some of the looks he got from other guys as they walked back through the mall, as he was carrying your bags. His mind was entirely focussed on what he had witnessed moments prior, amazed that he had managed to convince someone so incredible to give him a chance.

Getting to the van, you jumped into the passenger seat and waited for Eddie to start the engine. As you both drove along the Hawkins streets, you came across a red light and stopped. Leaning over carefully, you moved one hand around Eddie's thigh and gave it a soft squeeze.

"I was thinking I might need to try on those things again when we get home, just so I'm one hundred percent sure they fit right"

Eddie's eyes widened slightly at your comment and a sly grin appeared on his face. You swore you had never driven faster than in that moment, you were just lucky no cops had been around, because a hefty fine would've definitely been a mood killer.

Needless to say they certainly didn't say on for long when you got back.

[amuhav]

     An odd silence settled between the pair for a while, Loch mesmerised by the baby falling asleep in his arms until Sky spoke up again. “Whatever you guys think of him, he’s gonna be a good dad, you know?” she said quietly.      Loch looked up to see her staring at her hands in her lap, her fingers twisting together. “I know he will,” he responded genuinely.      “He never knew his dad, which I think is what motivates him to do so much better. His mum’s great, though. Really great. Raised two boys, all by herself. I don’t know how. And she’s been so good to me...”      Loch remained quiet, wondering where she was going with this line of thought.      “Mum and Dad, they... they weren’t bad parents, but... but they didn’t really model it very well, did they?”      He wasn’t sure how to respond. Not without any trace of negativity, anyway. “I suppose not,” was all he could manage.      “I-I know we’ve never been the closest, but... I am grateful, you know? For everything you did for us growing up?” She glanced up at him, her expression so unsure. “Might be hard to believe, considering what a hard time we gave you, but it’s true.”      Feeling a little emotional, Loch lowered the infant into her bassinet, taking his time setting her down to hide his speechlessness. He wasn’t sure his sister had ever paid him a compliment before, and certainly not so intentionally.      “I don’t know where that instinct comes from. Clearly not our parents. When I try to picture who I want to emulate good parenting from, it’s never been them. Always you.” She glanced up at him again, trying to smile but faltered. “But... but what if I don’t have it? That instinct? What if I’m not like you, or Bay? What if... what if I’m like Mum—”      “Hey.” Before she could say anything more, Loch grabbed his sister's hand and squeezed until she looked him in the eye. “You’re not. And you won’t be. We might not have always agreed on the how, but you are fiercely protective of everything yours. You care deeply. It comes from the same place; it just... manifested differently. If you think you can’t channel that into your kids? I won’t hear it.”      Sky blinked at him, and Loch let go of her so she could wipe away tears, waiting patiently for her to compose herself.

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[volklana]

Gimme More

Title comes from this song:

Request:  Heyyy I'm way too shy to ask this off anon but have you ever thought about writing a fic where reader has to go undercover as a stripper and she gets paired on the mission with Bucky who acts like he hates her but it's because he's secretly obsessed with her and this is the thing that drives him over the edge? I don't know just think you would do wonders with a prompt like this.

Words: 4,392

Warnings: Stripping, unwanted sexual advances, mild torture. Shower sex.

A lot of the visuals and reader’s final outfit is based on this music video:

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“Louisiana, Steve?” Bucky barked.

“I really think, this is the key Bucky, we know the deal is happening, we just need this final push of information.” 

“Y/n, is already down there, has been the last two months, she’s making fantastic leads but I really think this could be the final step.” 

Bucky sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.

“I know you’ve got some problems with y/n, but I really need you to do this.” 

Whenever Steve said those words Bucky never felt like he could refuse, because it was Steve and everything he had done for him, so he relented. 

Bucky dug the heels of his palms into his eyes, it was more than problems he had with you, he could barely stand to be in the same room as you, let alone have to live with you, he put off packing for as long as possible trying to prolong the inevitable. 

Bucky let himself into the safe house, you had texted him the coordinates earlier, telling him you didn’t finish work until after 2am, he showered and climbed into bed. 

Your headlights pulling into the driveway woke him and he was rising to let you in.

“I managed to get you work, you’re needed as a heavy hand, security, protection, that kind of thing.”

“How’d you manage that so quickly?” he mused.

“I’ve managed to get quite close to him, I’m his favourite girl at the moment. He trusts me.” 

Bucky scoffed and you rolled your eyes, “I’m going to shower, just turn up on time and don’t fuck this up for me.” 

Vincent was the club owner, despite never having been a member he had profited greatly from dealings with Hydra. Now he was running a money laundering campaign using the club as cover. He was good to his girls and for the most part ensured no one harmed any of them. 

Your second week on the job you had purposely instigated a situation that had a man carried out of the club on a stretcher while you cried on Vincent’s lap, he was a sucker for a pair of sad eyes, you had the saddest eyes of all and you knew how to play him like a violin. 

But Bucky didn’t need to know the ins and outs of what you had done to make this mission work.

And so Bucky went to work early the next day, and he didn’t think any more about you until you turned up for your shift the next evening.

“Hey Antonio,” you greeted running your hand along his chest as he moved the rope to let you in “James,” you acknowledged with a nod. 

“Man tell me how you’ve known her this long and you aint tapping that,” Antonio sighed following you with his eyes.

“Watch how you speak,” Bucky snapped and he regained his composure sharply, surprising even himself with the outburst. 

The dance music spilled out into the night drowning out the sound of crickets and Bucky and Antonio were moved from outside to run security inside. It wasn’t Bucky’s first time inside a strip club, but he didn’t particularly enjoy time in them.

Antonio tapped him and pointed his head in the direction of the stage, Bucky hadn’t even seen you make your way up to the stage, but he was mesmerised as soon as you began to sway your hips, your legs accentuated by the six inch heels you had on, hair tied up in a long ponytail that you swished and swirled effortlessly. You worked the pole in ways Bucky had no idea your body could move, he genuinely felt his mouth go dry as you dropped to the floor, crawling on all fours stopping in front of Vincent to run your hands up your body and swirl your hair, as you unhooked your bra. 

Bucky looked away only then because he didn’t want to invade your privacy. The irony of that not being lost on him.

He may have been trust into the modern world against his will, but he still had certain beliefs and the only time he wanted to view your body was with permission and when it was squirming underneath his. 

When he chanced a look in your direction again you were sitting on some guys lap while he spilled champagne over your chest and into your mouth. 

Bucky made a mental note to make sure you were really were doing okay when you got back to base that night. 

You were quiet when you slipped in, Bucky was still awake tapping on his laptop as you slipped your shoes off.

“Does this guy look familiar to you?” you asked simply throwing an ID at Bucky, the name read Andrew Beck, Bucky instantly clocked him as the guy’s lap you had been sitting on earlier. 

“How did you get this?” Bucky was seriously impressed, “He paid for a private dance after you left,” you offered simply.

“Y/n,” Bucky sighed “Are you sure you’re okay with this, if Steve knew-”

“-Steve knew what he was sending me to do, I’m fine Buck. But you cannot be so uptight, Beck thought you were my boyfriend the way you kept watching like you wanted to pull the head off anyone who touched me, if Vincent sees you-” 

-”No you’re right, I’m sorry.” Bucky interjected and you nodded. 

“I’ve put a lot into this and we’re so close I can’t afford to slip up now.” 

“We won’t,” Bucky promised, but you knew better than to rely on one of those. You eyed him warily and hmmed in response. 

You excused yourself to bed after a shower.

To tell the truth Bucky was putting off going to bed, he had tried to sleep earlier but the thought of you on that stage had his mind going to all sorts of terrible places, and he’d had to readjust himself a few times to try to get comfortable. He didn’t want to cross that boundary but the way your body had wrapped around the pole earlier made that incredibly hard. 

Bucky didn’t like you. He made it abundantly clear when you were both living back at the compound. He rolled his eyes at things you suggested, he berated you for mistakes you made on missions and that last one had been so bad Steve had to step in. When Steve had informed you he was sending Bucky down you had begged him for a solid week to send anyone else but him, but he never gave in. If you hadn’t invested so much of yourself into this mission you would have simply told Steve to stick it but you were almost certain you were within arms reach of finding out who Vincent was laundering for and if that meant sucking it up with Bucky for a few weeks then so be it.

Weeks went by of alternating shifts between you and Bucky, he was less and less on security work lately and more on the heavy handed side of things, collecting debts and rolling out punishments, while you continued to work the stage, collecting IDs and bringing them home for Bucky to run through the data base. One particular night he came home fist bloody and headed straight for the bottle of whiskey you kept on the counter. You were applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom mirror and getting ready to head in when you saw Bucky’s reflection behind you, “Y/n, be careful okay, you don’t hear the way the other guys talk about you and the things they want to do,” before you could even respond he was retreating into his room and slamming the door. 

Bucky was the first to find out that Vincent was throwing a private party when he was booked to do security that night. He rushed home to tell you just as you were getting off the phone, “I know when the exchange is happening!” he rushed but his face fell when he saw yours, “What is it?” 

“I’ve been booked to work that night,” you said simply, “None of the other girls, just me.” 

“You think he’s on to us?” Bucky asked panicked.

“No Bucky, that’s not it. Private parties for Vincent normally mean more than just dancing,” you sighed rubbing your hand across your face.

“Well then it’s non negotiable you’re not going.”

“Bucky we have him, we have him in the palm of our hands now is not the time to back out. Let Steve know to be here, I’ll work out the rest.” 

The bile rose in Bucky’s stomach at the thought of it but he had no choice but to trust you.

Bucky stood by the pool, arms folded watching like a hawk, for any sign of the buyer. He hoped Steve and the others were in place because he couldn’t risk using comms tonight. 

He heard your laugh from across the lawn, you were in a pink silk and shimmery bra with a matching short shimmery skirt with a slit all the way up to your hip on one side, you looked like a goddess to Bucky with the gold glitter around your eyes and gold bangles adorning your arms.

There was a stage with a singular pole in the middle of the grounds, leather couches and small firepits surrounding it. Some men had already taken their seats in anticipation of your performance. When Vincent stood up to announce your arrival Bucky felt his throat go dry. The music started and you began to sway, there was no denying it, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, you let your hair loose, letting your fingers run through it and swirled your fingers around, dropping to a splits you eased onto your back, long legs extending into the air as you spun around onto your stomach, slowly crawling your way back up the pole.

Bucky wanted to march up on stage, grab you and drag you off into a corner and fuck you senseless, him and every other man watching you, he suddenly felt an immense pang of jealousy over that.

You weren’t his to want or have. 

And then he locked eyes with you, as you bent down to touch your toes, butt pressed firmly to the pole, looking up at him through your lashes he nearly came on the spot as you smiled coyly his way.

His concentration was broken however when he heard Vincent’s voice in front of him.

“I’ll want to be compensated, she’s my best earner at the moment,” Bucky honed in on the conversation.

“I will expect to try before I buy,” the man to his right said simply, eyeing you and you slid your bra off effortlessly, Bucky knew that voice, he began wracking his brains to place just where he knew that voice. 

“I’ve had only the briefest taste myself but you are in for a treat.”

Bucky didn’t know if he wanted to be sick or kill the men in front of him or both but he hoped Steve would swarm the place soon so it didn’t get to that. 

As you finished your set you pulled your bra back on and climbed down from the stage, to the thunderous sound of applause.

Bucky watched you wind your way through the crowd to get to him.

“Enjoy the show?” you teased and he groaned, “I saw you Barnes, you couldn’t look away.” 

Bucky lunged forward to reach for you, grasping your arm in his, swallowing thickly, his eyes glanced down to your lips.

“What the fuck did you do?” Vincent shouted, grabbing you by the arm forcing you out of Bucky’s arm to face him.

“Vincent you’re hurting me,” you cried trying to wrangle out of his touch.

Bucky barely even had time to react when he felt the jab in his neck and suddenly he was losing consciousness, your terrified eyes the last thing he saw before he hit the ground.

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Bucky blinked his eyes open to a blinding pain in his head, his hands were secured high above his head and no amount of pulling could set him free, even with his metal arm. The dull ache in his shoulders told him he had been in that position for a while. He tried to do a quick survey of his surroundings, he was definitely in a bunke. He whipped his head around trying to spot you and his heart fell out of his chest when his eyes landed on your unconscious form, tied to a chair, head hanging forward and blood drying on your lips.

“Y/n,” he hissed, “Y/n, you need to wake up. Please,” he begged. 

“She’s a tough one,” the same voice that he had been trying to remember earlier mused stepping out of the shadows, “Took down two of my men trying to get to you earlier, she’s got fight in her,” he cupped your face lifting it up to inspect your features, “She’s beautiful huh? Can see why the Cap chose her for this line of business.”

Bucky shook the chains in pure anger trying in vain to free himself, “Get the fuck away from her,” he roared.

It was only when he turned around that Bucky realised it was Jack Rollins, second hand to Brock Rumlow who had participated in disciplining him during his time as the Winter Soldier. He wished his stomach didn’t twist the way it did when he locked eyes with Rollins. 

He let out a dry laugh, “So you’re who Vincent has been dealing with?” 

“Surprised to see me?” he smirked making his way over to stand in front of Bucky, “Everyone assumed I went down with Triskelion so I let them believe it. But I’ve just been here biding my time, waiting for the day you would show up. I knew Cap couldn’t let his Hydra vendetta go. I was counting on it.”

“And you assumed he would send me?” Bucky spat.

“I knew he would,” he smirked, “Her on the other hand she’s a bonus!” 

Bucky again fought with his restraints, “If you fucking touch her-”

-”You won’t be here to see it,” Rollins grinned, “The other guy, the soldier will however, he may even join in.” 

Now it was Bucky’s turn to smirk, “He’s gone, the words don’t work anymore, there’s nothing you can do to torture him out of me anymore.” 

“Oh I know,” Rollins smirked “You’ve been trained to withstand torture we saw to that,” he turned his attention back to you, “She however, hasn’t. In fact shall we wake her up?”

Bucky saw red and pulled so hard he nearly pulled his arms out of their sockets, but his arms would not come free. He had to simply watch in horror as Rollins threw a bucket of water over you and you gasped back to life, pulling on your own restraints, eyes widening in horror when you saw Bucky, suspended in front of you, before Rollins' face came into view. 

“Nice of you to join the party sweetheart,” he smirked and you kicked your leg out in an attempt to connect with him.

Rollins laughed dryly “You see?” he turned to Bucky smirking “Feisty!”

“Fuck you,” you spat “Untie me and I’ll show you feisty.” 

Rollins fisted his hand in your hair, forcing your head back, Bucky could see the goosebumps on your skin from the cold water Rollins had thrown on you, he was furious, you were still in the attire you had worn to the party, pink  bra and barely there skirt, you had to be freezing, they didn’t even have the decency to cover you.

“You’re going to do something for me,” Rollins commanded.

You tried to yank your face away “I will do nothing for you,” you spat launching forward to plant a headbutt to his face, within seconds he had his hands around your throat, the chair swung back, and the two back legs were the only thing keeping it on the ground.

Bucky watched your legs kick out as you gasped for breath, but what he wasn’t prepared for was the scream that left your mouth to knock all the air out of his lungs, Rollins was holding against your bare torso a device that Bucky knew all too well, it had been used on him one too many times, the volts of electricity that were currently running through your body had been enough to bring him to his knees more than once.

As soon as the four legs hit the ground, you slumped forward, only the restraints kept you from falling forward entirely. 

“Submit,” Rollins ordered and you shook your head weakly, “Submit,” he ordered again and you wearily pulled yourself back into place, “No.” 

“You want to see her dance again?” he smirked and stuck the rod into your side again reveling in your screams as your body thrashed with the pain.

“Stop! Stop!” Bucky screamed, but Rollins simply drove the rod deeper into your side, your screams like a knife to Bucky’s chest, “Stop, please I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll yield. Just stop.” 

He pulled the rod away from you, with a sick smirk and you slumped to the side. Bucky watched your chest rising and falling, a sheen of sweat covering your face and chest.

“Good,” he simply said “Now that I see you can be reasoned with, get some rest. I will be back to talk business soon. Lets give our girl a little chance to recover huh? I have great plans for the two of you- might have to break this one in a little more through,” he winked. 

Bucky didn’t respond, his only interest was getting Rollins as far away from you as possible. 

“Are you okay?” he tried after a while.

You simply nodded weakly, “Please y/n I need to hear you say it, I need you to talk to me.”

“I’m okay Buck.”

Buck, you had never called him that before.

“But if you for one second think I’m allowing you to give yourself to that creep, you have another thing coming.” 

“Y/n-”

“- I can take it Bucky, whatever he does to me I can take, do you hear me? Do not offer yourself like that again. Do. You. Hear. Me?”

He nodded but he knew full well the second he had heard your scream he would rather die than watch you go through that again. 

The aches in Bucky’s shoulder was turning to pain and the discomfort was evident on his face, you were assessing the situation. If you could just get out of your binds you could make it up to the chains holding him in place and free him too. 

You tried standing a few times, you were shaky on your feet the first few times but you were determined. 

“What are you doing?” Bucky tried but you ignored him.

When you felt like you could confidently stand, you took a deep breath, this was going to hurt like a bitch. Natasha had taught you this move on your second week of training, you had never managed to do it without immense pain, but if that meant freeing yourself to give you and Bucky a fighting chance, you were going to do it. 

You sprung into action, running as fast as you could and propelling yourself into a summersault you landed down on your back, the chair collapsed in pieces and you lay winded for a few seconds before you could manage to wrangle free from the ropes that had bound your arms in place. Bucky couldn’t even process what he had just seen, he watched you push your left shoulder back into place, wincing slightly and he almost backed away when you made your way towards him.

“Are you okay?” you asked examining him carefully.

“Am I…Am I okay? Y/n are you? What the hell was that?” you huffed out a laugh and switched your attention to the chains over his head, “I need to get up there,” you motioned and he glanced up, he didn’t even get to respond before you were essentially climbing him like a tree, you felt his torso muscles tense when you came face to face, almost like he was holding his breath. You couldn’t help chance a look into his eyes, those worried cobalt eyes were boring back into yours and you swallowed thickly, arms locked around his neck and legs wrapped around his torso. 

“You should have escaped,” he said, voice raspy.

“I’m not leaving without you,” you reassured “We’re both getting out of here.” 

Bucky nodded and you continued your ascent upwards, the chains were clamped in an industrial clamp, it was locked and no matter how much you tried to pry it open it would not release, it was very clearly made to withstand Bucky’s strength. You slipped one of the heavy bangles off your wrist and unscrewed one of the ends Bucky watched in awe as a tiny blade appeared and you fidgeted with the lock a few seconds before you managed to pick it. The clamp opened and Bucky felt some relief as the pull loosened on his arms. 

You plopped back down to the ground, and asked Bucky to pull as hard as he could and he cried out in relief when the chains pulled free from the ceiling. 

Without a moments hesitation Bucky strode over to you clasped your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours and you returned his kiss greedily, leaning your weight into him, as he snaked his arms around your waist. 

“Do you think you can kick the door down?” you asked almost in a haze and he hummed with a nod of his head.

“We’ll have to fight our way out doll.”

“Ready when you are,” you nodded and he made quick work of busting down the door.

It was immediate hand to hand combat and Bucky managed to wrestle a gun from a guard and take out a few more along the way. You were in your bare feet trying to avoid getting your toes trampled on as you fought tooth and nail with a foot soldier who refused to go down, a shot to his shoulder from Bucky had him collapsing and allowed you to pass by.

“Where’s Rollins?” you shot to Bucky as the two of you escaped down a winding corridor, it almost seemed too easy.

Bucky took your hand in his and pulled you along beside him, ready to pounce at any second and finally he was kicking a door out into the fresh night air, and you were both running faster than you had ever run before. 

You couldn’t risk going back to the safe house now that your cover was blown, and you didn’t stop running until you were fit to collapse, your body had been through significantly more than Bucky’s tonight. 

He managed to hotwire a car and only once you had been driving for over an hour did you feel safe.

Bucky stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank and returned with a sweatshirt that said Louisiana on it, “I thought you’d be cold,” he said simply when your eyes softened at him. 

“I spoke to Steve,” he added after a moment, “I used the phone in the store to call him, they’re going after Rollins, Nat got a hit on him, I have the coordinates for a safe house an hour an a half away so they’re going to meet us there tomorrow.” 

You relaxed back into your seat, pulling the sweatshirt on.

Bucky collapsed onto the sofa in the safehouse and you rummaged for some food, in the cabinets, finding a box of mac n cheese and opting to make that for both of you, you both ate in silence. The shift in yours and Bucky’s relationship was thick in the air and you didn’t know how to broach it.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Bucky’s voice broke your trail of thoughts and you nodded with a small smile. You bit the inside of your cheek as you heard the water begin to run, before you could overthink it you followed him into the bathroom.

He was standing with his back turned to you, water dripping down his muscled back, and your mouth went dry, you slipped the Louisiana sweatshirt off and his deep voice commanded from nowhere, “Leave the outfit on,” you smirked and slipped into the shower in your shimmery costume, gasping when he pushed you up against the cool tiles of the shower wall.

“You have no idea what you do to me in those tight little outfits,” he groaned sliding his hand up under the skirt, “Watching your body move on stage, watching every man in the room want you, was driving me crazy.”

You panted head thrown back as his fingers continued to work their magic, and just as you were about to reach your release he pulled his fingers away, “All of them wanted you, but who did you want?”

“You Buck. Wanted you,” was just about all you could muster.

Suddenly, without warning he flipped you around and you had to put your hands against the tiles to brace yourself, his pace was ferocious, pounding into you, hands fisted into your hair, your palms against the tiles the only thing protecting your face from making contact with the wall. You cried out as he pounded, the sound echoing through the steamy room and he grunted as he came, releasing his hold on your hair and slowing his pace, and you winced as he pulled out.

He spun you around much more gently this time, removing your outfit gingerly and easing you under the water, he lathered his hands with soap and gently massaged your body.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he mused and you sighed contentedly, wrapping your arms around his neck, and leaning in for a kiss.

“Next time will be more gentle,” he mused running his hands tenderly up and down your waist.

“I’m ready when you are,” you smirked pecking his swollen lips. 

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Daryl Dixon x gender neutral!reader

Dating Daryl Dixon Would Include

- we been knew Daryl Dixon is a massive fucking virgin (listen aint nobody sayin he isnt capable of 👀 certain things 👀 but he gotta build up to it)

- so it’s no surprise that it takes him a WHILE. to do everything. ask you out, first hand hold, first kiss, everything

- but that honestly just makes everything all the more cute

- first time he reaches for your hand it’s on a run after you had a close call with a walker, Daryl had a moment of realisation, thinking he could’ve lost you just then, and how he could lose you any second. so you feel shaking fingers brush against yours as you walk beside him, you look to him and he isnt looking at you, he’s too nervous

- you intertwine your fingers with his and omg his heart SINGS the boy could CRY

- after that, Daryl progressed to kissing your hand. sometimes it’d be while he was driving and holding your hand, he’d just bring it to his lips as nonchalantly as he could manage. sometimes it was while the two of you were on watch standing beside each other, and then sometimes you were cuddling in bed and he’d get the sudden urge to kiss your hand

- cuddling was another thing. repeat after me: Daryl Dixon is a bitch for cuddles and that is on god

- cuddling felt more natural than any other method of affection, especially because cuddling often happened in bed, in the dark, so you couldnt see if he was blushing or not

- Daryl loved every aspect of you, the way you talked, the way you carried yourself, how good of a fighter you were, the way you smiled at him, how protective you were of him, and how much you loved him

- you also reminded him to shower in the sweetest ways possible, and you always made sure he got 3 meals a day when possible. you genuinely cared for him, he’d never had that before

- one of the many wonderful things about you was that you made your love for him so obvious

- you’d run up to him and very dramatically jump up and kiss his cheek, or straight up jump on him in front of everyone

- you’d beam at him every time you saw him, waving enthusiastically if he was far away, blowing kisses at him from a distance

- Daryl would never ever admit it, but every time you blow a kiss, he very discretely catches it and brings it to his chest in a closed fist. it’s a little ritual between you two

- he had never been so openly loved by anyone in his entire life. you loved him so wholeheartedly, so selflessly, so unconditionally. sometimes he struggled to believe you were real

- Daryl often finds himself watching you in awe, no matter what you‘re doing he is so completely mesmerised by you. sometimes Rick has to wave a hand in front of Daryl’s face to get him to stop staring at you

- obviously everyone else is fully aware of how smitten Daryl is with you, they sometimes tease him about it playfully, but most of the time they simply watch on with kind smiles

- Daryl is naturally protective of you, anytime you’ve been in danger he has been willing to sacrifice himself for you

- you’ve had to talk to him about that a few times and remind him that as sweet as that is, you would very much like him to prioritise his own life, because you love him very much

- kissing. his. forehead. y’know how when he’s emotional and he goes to hug someone he drops his head and buries his face in their shoulder? sometimes he hugs you like that for no particular reason at all, simply out of love, and you cradle him, then lift his head just enough to kiss his forehead

- even though you’re most likely shorter than him so he has to crouch down a lil, it’s still real cute

- it’s fair to say that whenever Daryl catches another guy flirting with you, or you tell him about some guy hitting on you and making you uncomfortable, Daryl goes full pacing-back-and-forth-in-a-semi-circle-with-a-silent-glare-ready-to-sWING-but-you-never-know-when

- he is truly adorable though. whenever he goes on a run without you (which is pretty rare, but sometimes you have things to do that keep you at home) he’ll bring you something. if he cant find you something in particular, he’ll settle for as many pretty flowers as he can possibly find

- sometimes he ends up having to stuff the flowers in his pockets because the group runs into some walkers or something, and he then has to present you a crumpled mess of flowers with a slightly embarrassed half-smile

- but every single time without fail, you light upat whatever he’s given you, and lean forward to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately

- you keep every gift he’s ever given you, obviously. the flowers eventually wither and die, but you’ve got an impressive collection of dried flowers in a box beneath your bunk

- as for other gifts, he usually gives you useful things. he’s given you a bucket hat, sunglasses, a scarf, gloves, and any knives he finds

- but sometimes Daryl gives you the most random things ever, like this tiny ornament of an elephant, or a single plastic barbie doll shoe. he always says “saw this and thought of you” and sometimes you really do wonder how

- but whatever happens, ending everyday cuddled up together, whether it be in bed or under the stars, Daryl knows that he could not be happier, even in the zombie apocalypse