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Pairing: Rick Grimes x Female! Reader (later on, main, slow burn); Shane Walsh x Reader; male OC x Reader (unrequited)
Warnings: usual twd themes (e.g. descriptive gore, death, use of weapons, violence, cursing)
A/n: Finally, after months of not writing anything at all, I finished this chapter. Sorry for any mistakes I’ve made. Lots of love, and please let me know in the comments what you think <3
*my own aesthetic* // *twd universe doesn’t belong to me, but the original characters do*
☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
☁ 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
☁ 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝟏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
You were sitting on the bed beside a closed window of the small trailer that immensely reminded you of your fucked up childhood. The cigarette between your fingers did nothing to cease your anxiety and the guilt bubbling in your stomach. You exhaled deeply, letting the smoke swirl out of your system and create a foggy cloud above your head. A hand slid down the window made of thick plastic that was supposed to imitate glass, and you didn’t even flinch at the annoying squeak and hungry groans of the undead.
this was definitely worth the wait!!! although my heart hurts from daryl 😭 BUT THAT ENDING DOE HOLY DKDNXKD I WONDER WHAT THEY’RE GONNA SAY AHHHHHHH SO MF GOOD
If I could please offer a request for a drabble - Bucky and reader being stuck inside due to a bad thunder storm. Reader hates thunder and wind and the noise, so Bucky does everything he can to keep it off her mind. Thank you 🥲
just a little thunder
pairing || Bucky x Reader
word count || 640
content || mentions of anxiety, cuddling, fluff
a/n || personally, I think Bucky would handle these kinds of situations so well since he has certain loud noises/situations that make him super anxious, too
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The first indication that something was going to go wrong happened before the thunder, before the rain, even. It was a flickering of the lights, which only lasted a mere few seconds, but it was enough to have you and Bucky meeting each other’s eyes from either side of the couch in alarm. From that came the rain, and despite a bit of apprehension, you weren’t too worried. The forecast predicted a few showers throughout the day - but as always, the weather was worse than the news told you. The first crack of thunder nearly made you jump out of your skin, your hand wrapping around Bucky’s bicep on instinct.
“You tryin’ to break my arm?” Bucky says with a laugh, but the smile drops from his face when he sees the genuine fear on your face. “Hey, it’s alright. It’s just a little thunder, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, I know but -” Your words are cut off by another wave of thunder that vibrates the air around you and before you can continue - the lights go off. And this time, they stay off. “Buck…”
“It’s okay, I’ve got it.” He pats your thigh reassuringly as he stands. You can just make out his form as he roots around for candles and soon, the living room is filled with the soft glow of candlelight. Flashes of lightning fully illuminate the room for brief moments and floor-rumbling thunder follows them, each passing wave only stoking your anxiety higher. “What do you need? How can I help?”
“It’s just - it’s so loud.” You hate the way your voice sounds, so small and scared, but you know Bucky holds no judgement in his heart for you. You’ve seen him in the exact same position, struggling through the same logic-shattering anxiety.
There’s a small moment of relative silence, wind and rain still creating a symphony of chaotic noise in the background, but it’s almost… muted. Dulled out by the sincerity in his eyes, and you know he’s serious about helping you - just like how you were serious about helping him with the roles were reversed, and just knowing that helps to ease some of the illogical guilt that gnaws at you.
“Can you read to me?” You ask, nodding at the book he was lost in before the storm made itself known. “I just… I need a distraction and your voice is soothing.”
A soft smile finds his face as he nods, picking up the book and shifting back to lean against the arm of the couch. Bucky curls his finger at you, beckoning you forward until you’re tucked between his solid body and the plush couch cushions. A feeling of safety settles over you. Even though storms are unpredictable and scary, Bucky’s got you. No matter what. His chest rumbles beneath you as he reads and you don’t really know what the book is about, especially since he starts where he left off, but you appreciate it nonetheless.
Soon the intense storm tapers off into a quiet pattering of rain and at some point, the lights flicker back on. You don’t know how long you’ve laid there in the safety of his arms, just enjoying his voice and the way his hand rubs up and down your bicep, but you never want it to stop. As electricity hums back to full power through the house, Bucky pauses and glances down at you.
“Do you want me to stop?” He murmurs, his fingers locking with yours.
“Keep going,” You say with a shake of your head before lifting your joined hands to kiss his knuckles.
Bucky chuckles, gives your forehead a quick peck, and settles back in to keep reading. And if both of you end up falling asleep like that, the book propped open on his belly while you both snooze away, then so be it.
summary: your love for each other is sealed for forever with a promise.
warnings: mentions of food & beverages, gif credits to @vancssakirby
word count: 1476
the idea of finding the one for you and slowly falling in love with them sounds so… romantic.
ever since you’ve seen disney films as a kid, the concept of finding your prince charming has been implanted in your mind for as long as you could remember.
of course as you grew older, that idea has been pushed to the back of your mind because you’re an independent woman. and you don’t need any man.
but now, rounding off your first anniversary with jj, you realized that you did get a chance to experience your little childhood fairytale.
said movies always had picture-perfect couples in their most enviable clothing, so on your first anniversary together, you realized that you did get a chance to experience your little childhood fairytale.
with your head on his shoulder, images came to mind: the damsel (not in distress) and her hero, the heroine and her love, the princess and her prince…
it was funny how he completed the look, too; with his dreamy blue eyes and soft blonde hair, you were a goner.
“hey, princess,” he smiled, pressing a kiss against your forehead. “bad news, my malibu beach babe, i’ll have to take a shift to work today.”
you pouted jokingly out of habit, and he gave you a quick peck as he couldn’t help himself.
“i promise i’ll make it up to you though,” he said with an encouraging laugh.
it was fine for you, you knew how important his job was. plus, it gave you more time to prepare his gift.
jj 🤍
hi
i’ll pick u up at 6 on the dot
wear something fancy — and i mean kook typa fancy
k?
k. love u bye
as soon as six p.m. striked, clad in the fanciest dress you could find in your closet and some wedges you borrowed from sarah, you were ready.
once the doorbell rang, you clutched your purse and jj’s gift in your hand. you composed yourself for a moment before letting your hand turn the knob.
“oh wow,” you whispered, eyes slowly training up and down as you took in the classy appearance your boyfriend sported. he was wearing a tuxedo, which fitted him perfectly, and the same charming smile you fell in love with.
“on a scale of one to ten, how uncomfortable are you in this tux?” you teased, fixing the lapels of his suit.
jj pretended to think, letting out a thoughtful hum. “broke the scale.”
you laughed at his comment, and his smile grew wider at the sound. then he suddenly remembered the flowers he was holding. “oh! these are for you, m’lady.”
you smiled at the sight of your favorite flowers collected in a beautiful bouquet. it was different from the usual wildflowers he would pick up on the side of the street for you, but you love them just as much. “thank you, jj. they’re pretty.”
“like you,” he winked as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. “i worked an extra shift today so i could buy them for you.”
he grabbed your hand and started guiding you towards the car he borrowed from kie.
you furrowed your eyebrows and tilted your head a bit. “jj- what? why would you-“
“c’mon, y/n/n,” jj dragged, opening the car door for you. “just trust me, ‘kay?”
and you did. you spent the whole car ride talking about each other’s day, singing along the blasting music, and exchanging stolen glances.
only your confusion grew as you neared a fancy restaurant at figure 8. jj didn’t answer any more of your questions as he handed the car keys for valet.
kooks of all kinds started turning their heads to look at the both of you. your confusion matching theirs.
“uhh, reservation for two under maybank?” jj said, sending a tight-lip smile to the clerk at the front desk.
“right over here, sir.” he guided the both of you to an outside booth which overviews the beach, fairy lights streamed from corner to corner, and candles lit up.
jj pulled back the seat for you as the gentleman that he is, the soft smile on his lips never leaving his face.
the food was immediately served as you sat down, you guessed that he ordered beforehand. it was your favorite, too.
“wow, jj. i-“ you let out a soft chuckle, looking at him with nothing but just love and adoration. “i don’t know what to say, this is all so amazing.”
“i took up a lot of extra shifts and saved for months just so i could treat you like a princess, even if it’s just for the night.” jj grinned, his cheeks lighting up with a bright red. “well, let’s dig in.”
as time passed by, you and jj were having a lot of fun. you and him finished every dish served on your table while quietly mocking the kooks around you.
your laughters slowly subsided, traces of small smiles gracing both your lips.
your table has been cleared from any more expensive food, the only thing left was the bottle of wine the both of you had been nursing.
“oh! i almost forgot about your gift,” jj exclaimed, he dug through his pocket and pulled out a small box. he opened it and stared at it for a few seconds, a small sigh escaping his lips. though he recovered soon as a grin replaced his momentary sadness.
“i want you to have this.” he pushed the velvet box towards you. “it used to be my mom’s, she told me to keep it before she died — said that i should give it to the girl i love, the girl i know i’d spend the rest of my life with, and well…”
“jj…” you whispered in shock as you stared at the ring. it was a silver band with a small flower that adorned tiny gemstones.
“fits perfectly.” he murmured as he slipped it on the ring finger of your right hand. “this promise ring… is proof that my heart belongs to you, and only you. i’ll love you for as long as i live, and that’s a promise.”
you let out a teary laugh as jj planted a soft kiss on your knuckles. “you should’ve let me give you your gift first. if i had known you’d take me out to a kook resto and give me your mom’s ring, i would’ve gotten you something better.”
you shyly brought out the small paper bag and pushed it towards him. “you brought your walkman, right?”
“yeah,” he unclipped the device from his pants and placed it on top of the table as he opened his gift.
it was a mixtape with your handwriting in front. to the love of my life, 08.13.21
you flashed him a bashful smile as you watched him insert it in his walkman and put on his headphones. your voice was the first thing he heard.
hi, jj. happy anniversary, baby! i know this probably isn’t the best gift that you could ever receive for our first year, but i wanted to give you something special that you could remember us by. so here’s to more love and adventures, i love you!
you watched as a smile tugged at his lips as he continued to listen to the mixtape. you spent quite some time putting together songs that reminded you of him, inside jokes that only the two of you could laugh about, songs that the both of you slow danced to, and every possible song that could summarize your whole relationship.
jj hit pause on the device and abruptly stood up from his seat, earning a few stares from the people around you.
he softly cupped your face and brought your lips to his. “god, i love you so much.”
“i love you, too.” you smiled as you leaned forward to give him another kiss. “i’ll love you forever, and that’s a promise.”
jj grabbed your things on the table as he raced to the door with you, hand-in-hand. “yeah- not a bar of gold can compare to this lovely lady right here, people, ya hear me?”
“nothing!” he finished, laughing with you as he grabbed the keys from the valet.
“sir! sir!” the waiter called out, “you still have to pay!”
you laughed out loud as jj paused. “oh, right…”
he patted around for his wallet, and grabbed three hundred dollars, slipping it through the waiter’s front pocket.
“thanks. where was i?”
with a grin, jj placed his arm around your shoulder.
you hummed thoughtfully, playfully tapping your chin as if in thought. “i think you were saying something about how nothing can compare to me?”
“oh hell yeah!” he whooped. “i’m the luckiest man in the whole world and y’all can suck it!”
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Request from Anon: hey bestie, i love ur work so much! i’d like to request an imagine where the reader is liam’s twin sister and her and theo have been dating in secret, and at some sort of dance or event when they’re dancing and flirting and whatever, liam kinda works it out and confronts them, he doesn’t really like it at first but then comes round because he can see theo makes reader really happy. i hope this makes sense! i know ur super busy so no rush at all, have a lovely day! xx
Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x
There were three people in Y/N’s relationship. There was her, the ever loving girlfriend, Theo Raeken, her perfect boyfriend, and Liam, her twin brother who always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Of course, it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know that his sister was dating someone as she had chosen not to tell him, not wanting his protective brotherly side to become too much of a nuisance. It had been bad enough when she had gone on a date with that guy last semester and Y/N dreaded to think what it would be like when he found out that his sister, younger by a matter of minutes, was dating Theo Raeken of all people.
She could hear it now, the cries of disgust, the persistent nagging as Liam would try to remind her just who he was.
Y/N knew who he was. He was Theo.
He was kind and considerate. He was protective and loving. He was a damn good kisser. Y/N laughed to herself at that. In all seriousness, Theo was everything she had ever wanted in a boyfriend. He made her heart flutter against her ribcage, made her smile all the time, made her feel beautiful.
He made her happy, and it was times like these, as he looked at her from across the room with wonder in his eyes, that she wanted to run over and tell him she loved him for the very first time.
But there was Liam sat next to her, the third person in the relationship and he didn’t even know it.
It had been Mason’s idea to come here, her brother’s best friend deciding that he was capable of sneaking into a club even though he wasn’t twenty-one. The bouncer clearly wasn’t very good at his job, accepting the fake IDs with ease and letting in Y/N, Liam, Mason and Corey. A simple text message on Y/N’s part had Theo arriving too, and she had been so relieved to see him.
Liam, however, was naturally suspicious. “Why is he here?”
“No idea. But I’m going to get drinks.” Y/N stood, throwing a quick glance at Theo. She hoped he would get the hint.
She arrived at the bar, ordering another of what she’d just had – some kind of cocktail, she wasn’t sure – before downing it. All she wanted was some alone time with her boyfriend, all she wanted was to kiss him in front of everyone, not caring what her brother thought.
The Dunbar twins were supposed to be a team, but right now, it felt like Y/N was trying to one-up her brother. She hated it, loving him only like a sister should.
“How does that feel?” All of Y/N’s anxiety disappeared at the sound of Theo’s voice. She turned to face him, lips parted as she took in how the strobe lights illuminated his true beauty. He was hers, something she still couldn’t quite believe, and he was here.
“Better now you’re here.” She wanted to kiss him, but Liam was watching. She placed her hand on the bar, and smiled to herself as Theo’s hand found the surface too. His fingertips pressed against hers ever so gently, a sign of reassurance that he was there for her.
“You look amazing, Y/N.” Theo smiled at her as she blushed, not an uncommon occurrence when they interacted. God, she wanted to kiss him, wanted to intertwine her fingers with his and let the world – let her brother – know that he was hers, and she was his. “You always do.”
“I fucking knew it.” Y/N turned as Liam appeared next to her side. “I fucking knew you had a thing for my sister. Well, stay away from her, Theo, she’s not interested in you.”
Y/N rolled her eyes. Here was that protective brotherly side that she was worried would be a nuisance. Liam had clearly been listening in on the conversation between Y/N and Theo, and had obviously put two and two together. “Liam, what the Hell?”
“Y/N, just get away from him.”
“No.” It was now or never. Y/N put her hand in Theo’s like she’d been wanting to do all night, resisting the urge to bite her bottom lip when he smiled at her. “He’s not just interested in me, Liam. He’s my boyfriend.”
Y/N had never seen her brother stunned into silence before. But she knew that it meant he wasn’t happy about something. He had just found out his little unit with his sister had a third party, one with a different name.
It was no longer Dunbar and Dunbar.
It was Dunbar, Dunbar and Raeken.
Y/N needed her brother to accept Theo. So she said the only thing she knew, the thing she hadn’t even told Theo yet. “Liam, I love him.”
“You what?” Liam looked at her.
“Yeah, you what?” Y/N’s eyes were only on Theo as he looked down at her, their hands still intertwined.
“I love you.”
Theo smiled, before leaning down and kissing her, all thoughts of her brother having disappeared. “I love you too.”
When they parted, Y/N took one final look at her brother. “Liam?”
“He really makes you happy, huh?”
“He really does.”
“Well,” Liam seemed to chew on his words, “then I guess it’s okay. I’m not happy about it, but it’s okay.”
Y/N pulled her twin into a hug. “Thank you.”
“Just no making out in my presence.”
Y/N looked between her brother and her boyfriend, the two most important men in her life, the other members of her relationship. Y/N and Liam Dunbar, and Theo Raeken. The perfect team. “Can’t promise anything.”
A/N: This was requested by an anon! Hopefully you’ll know who you are when I post this!! thank you the ask! it meant the world to me! sorry this is a little late, but I hope you like it!!!
Word Count: 786
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You couldn’t even imagine what Daryl had gone through being taken prisoner by Negan and held at the Sanctuary, but you were so thankful that he made it out alive and made it back to you.
You knew that something went down in the Sanctuary just by the bruises and cuts all over his body, but he wasn’t ready to tell you yet, and that was alright.
You and Daryl had been together for quite a while now, and even to this day, he had trouble being vulnerable. But that was okay, because you knew eventually, he would open up to you, when he was ready, all you had to do was be patient, and you had all the patience and time in the world for Daryl, and he appreciated that.
But you wanted to show him that he wasn’t alone without making him feel pressured into telling you what had happened, so you planned a little surprise for him.
So, you asked him to leave the trailer for a little while whilst you set it all up.
It ended up taking a bit longer than you initially thought it would, but you were so happy with the outcome, now all that was missing – was Daryl.
You did a sweep of Hilltop until you found him in his own little world, sitting on a bench making bolts for his crossbow.
You walked up to him and without saying a word you extended your hand out to him.
Raising his eyebrows slightly in confusion, all you offered was a warm smile – a smile you never knew melted his heart.
He placed his hand in yours and let you lead him back to the trailer.
Arriving at the trailer door you stepped aside to let him open the door, as he looked over to you with curiosity in his eyes.
Daryl wasn’t a fan of surprises, but he trusted you with his life.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him with a gentle hand placed on his cheek and another warming smile directed at him.
Daryl gave one of his rare smiles – although less rare with you – and he entered the trailer.
Daryl opened the door only to stop right on the threshold of the trailer.
You came behind him slowly and gently wrapped your arms around him in a loving and protective embrace.
“Is this okay?” you asked, worried that this was too much too soon.
“It’s just that, while you were there, I’m sure you didn’t get anything to eat, and I wanted to make your favourite to welcome you home and to show that I’m here when and if you need me, to show you how much I love you,” you rambled.
For Daryl, this was too much but in a good way. Never in his life had he had someone so devoted and loving towards him. And as he stared at the steaming spaghetti in front of him, candle illuminating the trailer in a soft warm glow he realised – not for the first time – but this time it really resonated with him deeply that …
“I’ll always need ya (Y/N),” Daryl revealed, turning around in your arms.
Now standing face to face, the closest you had been to one another for what felt like a lifetime and far too long – you placed a loving hand on his cheek as you gazed into his beautiful blue eyes.
“I’ll always be here,” you assured him.
Without a second passing your lips met in a gentle, loving yet needy kiss.
You weren’t sure who initiated the kiss, just settled with the fact that you both naturally gravitate towards each other, and you relished it.
You sunk into his kiss taking all of him in. His touch, his smell, the love you felt emanating off him.
You drank each other’s presence up like a man dying of thirst.
The moment only ending what you heard Daryl’s stomach start to grumble.
You broke away from the kiss - but still close enough that your noses touched – with a small giggle and a smile on your face.
“I think that spaghetti is calling you,” you said amused as you and Daryl made your way into the trailer, closing the door, creating a world with only you and Daryl in it, and enjoying the meal together.
Not many words were shared, but the moment was perfect. Stealing glances over the table, capturing each other’s hand, holding onto each other while you ate.
You knew Daryl would eventually tell you about his time in the Sanctuary, but for now, all you wanted to do was be with each other in the uninterrupted moment of bliss, happiness, and love, and have it last a lifetime.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist
WARNINGS: Angst w/ a happy ending
Requested by: @aris-818
(Feel free to ignore, but i would like to request todoroki with song 18. I cant get the idea of pinning reader and todoroki getting separated for whatever reason and promising to see each other again. Please take it in whatever direction you want, the idea of it made me start tearing up.)
A/N: Thank you so much for your request in the Sing To Me Event! I also fell in love with this idea and I had so much fun writing it - and, no worries, angst with a happy ending! I hope you enjoy!
Word Count: 1.9K
You never knew how slow time could move when you were away from him. The clock seemed to move at a snail’s pace and your writer’s block wasn’t helping either. You huffed a sigh and turned your gaze towards the three panel picture frame on your tiny little desk.
In the first there was a picture of your high school class - everyone was smiling, even Aizawa sported a small smirk, in their graduation gowns. You spotted your diploma clutched in your hand and the dainty flower that was placed behind your ear.
In the second, there was a picture of you and the girls. It was on one of those late weekend nights when the seven of you had nothing better to do. So, you all brought your blankets and pillows down to the common room and made a pillow fort facing the T.V.. You remember turning on a fun rom-com, you think it was Crazy, Stupid, Love, and how much fun it was watching it with your friends. It just so happened that Aizawa was walking back from the dorm after he finished setting all of the locks back up - the dorm building almost became a fort itself due to the influx of security - and had snapped the picture of you all laughing.
Finally, in the third, was a picture of you and your boyfriend. It was at the 3rd Year Formal party, a desperate recreation of a Western Prom. His arms were wrapped around your waist and yours were around his neck. The spotlights from the ceiling were shining down on the both of you as you danced, reflecting perfectly off of your dress and his suit. And the way he looked at you, god the way he looked at you was stuff of dreams. That moment, so precious and dear to you, was captured with a single photo by Midoriya’s phone. You almost broke down in tears when you saw it, so thankful for him and his keen eye. Oh, how far away all of that seemed now.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters, they belong to Kohei Horikoshi
Event Masterlist - MHA Masterlist - Main Masterlist
WARNINGS: Swearing
Requested by: @insane-without-delirium
(Me obsessing over this event, so here I am again to make another request, I just imagine a fluff for this song and melt. My request is for Bakugou and the song is So am I by Kurt Hugo Schneider, First to Eleven.)
A/N: Annnnnnnnd here it is! I’m so sorry that it took me so long to post it and that I’m behind on writing - I promise to everyone who has submitted a request for this event, your request will be fulfilled! A bunch of ~life~ stuff just got in the way that prevented me from having the time and energy to write. Anyways, I hope you and enjoy and thank you so much for participating in the Sing To Me Event!
Word Count: 1.1K
Katsuki Bakugo, to the entirety of UA, was a sort of outlier. Where every student, whether they were in the hero course or not, approached their schooling and experiences with an open heart and mind, Bakugo brought a holier-than-thou attitude with an added dosage of aggression. To put it simply, if UA ever had a play and they needed to cast a student as a villain, it would be a no-brainer to nominate Bakugo. It would be an almost unanimous vote, save for one. Of course, Bakugo wouldn’t care to vote, he would find the whole thing below him, but you would. You would be the one person to cross out the ‘NO’ box on the little paper ballot. Because Bakugo wasn’t a villain-like hero, not at all. He was yours.
how daryl would react to y/n cutting her long hair to shoulder length
It will grow back - Daryl x Reader
Word count: 395
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Gender Neutral! Reader
Warnings: usual twd themes, long-haired reader
A/n: Here you go, hun. I'm happily to finally write something! Even better that it's our precious Dixon. Sorry for all mistakes, English is not my native language.
☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
☁ 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐋 𝐃𝐈𝐗𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
Daryl absolutely adored your long hair since the day you had met. He loved how it swung with your every movement and how shiny and healthy it looked despite the lack of any hair products. When you became a couple, he took every opportunity to play with it, whether it was from boredom or he was simply trying to calm you down.
Carol taught him how to make braids in just a few days of his best friend's lessons and experimenting, Daryl knew how to do six types of braids. He didn't let you tie your hair by yourself ever again.
When you laid in the bed at night, he'd often play with your hair or caress it, and it almost instantly made you drift off to sleep. It was an act of intimacy and love, something that Daryl was always scared of displaying in public, but playing with strands of your hair, whether it was in front of others or alone, he felt comfortable doing it.
So when he got back to Alexandria after a week-long run, and you greeted him at the gate with short hair that barely touched your shoulders, he was in shock and a little sad.
"What happened to yer hair?" he asked when you took him in your embrace. Daryl's hands almost immediately found their way into your hair, and he run his fingers through the length of it.
"I had a little walker accident when we were visiting Hilltop," you responded with a sigh. "Don't worry, though! I'm fine!" You assured him before he could start searching for any bruises or scratches.
The memory of a walker grabbing your hair in their rotten clutch still clearly visible in your mind. You blinked the tears off and smiled at Daryl when he let you go. He inspected you for a few seconds before taking your hand in his and starting to walk to the house you shared with Carol.
"I like it." Daryl's voice cut through the silence, making you grin from ear to ear.
"Carol helped me even it out. I told you she has magic hands." You giggled softly.
"Course she did." Daryl smiled and looked away. "I'll miss yer long hair," you barely heard him mumble.
"Me too." You squeezed his hand to comfort him. "But don't worry, Daryl! It will grow back in no time."
Daryl was trying his hardest to sit absolutely still as you wrapped the gauze tightly over the gash in his arm. You’d been tense, silent, since he’d shown up at the prison gate with crimson running down the length of his bare arm. He’d had a scrape with some unsavory men while he was out hunting, and with them being so close to discovering the prison he’d fought hard to end all of them after they started making threats, pulling knives and talking about wanting what he had. He’d managed it, but not without more than a few injuries.
He shifted nervously when your fingers grazed his skin and turned to watch you as you dunked the cloth into the bucket of cool water and began to dab at another cut on his forearm. Your attention was sharp as you wiped away the dried blood and dirt and examined the cut.
He gulped and finally broke the silence, his heart racing from your closeness despite the fact that he’d been sitting calmly for some time under your insistent care. “Thought I wasn’t gonna make it back for a minute out there.” He hazarded a glance at your expression, wanting to read what you were really thinking behind the purposeful, focused expression you’d arranged. He saw the twinge of your eyebrows as they furrowed toward your eyes. Worried. You were worried. But almost as quickly as he read it, it was gone.
“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are. You especially,” you said, dunking your hands into the clean water and drying them on a towel you’d set out.
Daryl glanced at your handiwork and ducked his head. “I dunno about that,” he murmured.
You sighed heavily and shook your head. “I do. But that doesn’t mean you should go looking for a fight.” The worry line you always got near your left eyebrow was back.
“I didn’t. They were fuckin’ with me,” he drawled. “And they were too close to the prison. I had to do somethin’. I gotta keep ya—uhh… gotta keep everyone safe…”
Now your eyebrows lifted in surprise at the words that had slipped off his tongue and your eyes were a little wide as you looked at him. “Well… we all need you safe too,” you told him softly, nerves churning your stomach. “Just do me a favor and take it easy the rest of the day, alright?”
Daryl could tell that his cheeks and ears were burning a little pink as he nodded and kept his eyes fixed on the bolt in his hands. “Sure.” The ghosts of your fingertips were still tingling on his arms as you gave him one last look, your lips curving slightly in a small smile, before you left him in his cell thinking he’d fight that fight all over again a thousand times if that’s what it took to keep you safe.
Prompt: “We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”
there is comfort in this cage, to kiss you the way you visit my mind
Summary: His eyes, intense and icy blue, pierce yours through the reflection. “You own me, my love,” he says, but the smoldering look he gives you leaves you weak and wanting. “I am but yours to command.”
Characters: Loki/(f)Reader
Warnings: 18+ (smut), strong language, soft sub!Loki, porn without plot, vaginal penetration, face-sitting, woman riding, body worship, a hint of angst but mostly just sin, Loki is still a Dom in the end, established relationship
Word Count: 4616
A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I really like the idea that Loki views submission as a form of trust and devotion, and while he isn't much of a switch, he would allow the reader to command him in order to prove his love of her. Born of trauma? Probably, but it's something I definitely had fun exploring for him. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
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“I have kneeled to no one,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the delicate skin. Shivers wrack down your spine, igniting goosebumps in trails down your bare arms. “But for you, darling? For you, I would do anything.”
You aren’t sure if it’s his words or if it’s the shelter his hands provide that brings heat to your face as he finds the curve of your waist, palms resigned to their fate at the flare of your hip where his fingers spin silk out of your skin. The fine hairs there raise—his touch like static.
His nose draws a line down your neck, tracing the tendon there. “I think you quite like that idea, my love.”
“What?” you manage to say between breaths as Loki’s lips, soft and cool against your warm skin, meeting the juncture of your shoulder where he’s tattooed bites and bruises before. His teeth plunge into your flesh, your head rolling back until Loki catches it in his hand, fingers digging into your scalp for a moment too long before he releases.
His tongue soothes the wound. “The idea that you could control me. That you could command me to kneel at your feet and I would kiss them. That you hold a power over me that stretches beyond sex, beyond love, beyond souls.”
Blunt nails nearly piercing your jaw, Loki turns your head until you face the mirror, forcing you to look. You look positively ravaged and yet all your clothes are still on—your body draped over him like a heavy curtain, knees turned in and barely holding your weight. One of Loki’s arms holds your waist, propping you up against him, your toes grazing the carpeted floor.
His eyes, intense and icy blue, pierce yours through the reflection. “You own me, my love,” he says, but the smoldering look he gives you leaves you weak and wanting. “I am but yours to command.”
You suck in a gasp, trying to twist in his hold to face him, but Loki refuses to let you.
“Command?” You stumble over the word, blinking slowly, lashes heavy. “What—What do you mean?”
“Tell me, darling,” he whispers. “I belong to no one else, and will not cede to anyone like this but you. So tell me. Command me,” he urges, softer this time.
Your words are shaky. “Prove it.”
And, as though you cast magic upon him, Loki’s fingers ease their grasp on your face and he relaxes his grip on your waist. He helps you balance on your feet once more, and then he curves his body around yours to stand in front of the mirror. There, his eyes never leaving yours once, Loki sinks to the floor on his knees.
It’s a heady feeling, you realize—looking down the slope of your nose at a God bowed at your feet. His inky hair falls in waves around his shoulders and you want to wrap your hand in it and pull it back. Instead, you inhale, trembling.
“Touch me,” you say, but it comes out in a wisp of a word.
“Again,” Loki encourages. “With more conviction, my love. With confidence in the bond we share.”
You roll your shoulders back, shuddering another breath. “Touch me. Touch my legs. Show me how much you love them.”
Loki answers with his hands. His palms first, as he grasps your ankles with a gentle grace and slides upward. His fingers then, tracing the muscle of your calves until he finds the thread of veins behind the backs of your knees, huffing a laugh when you twitch from the sensation. His nails last, as he clutches at the soft flesh of your thighs and drags them down the backs. You nearly lose your balance at the feeling, but Loki wraps his arms around your bottom half and holds you steady.
From there, he looks up at you, a smirk on his lips that sends a fire rippling through you. That same mouth is incredibly close to your clothed cunt, and now you wish, more than anything, that your clothes were off.
But first, you want his gone—a tactic he uses all too often with you.
“Stand up,” you tell him, and in an instant he rises. He’s too tall, towering above you, and you choose not to tip your chin upward to meet his gaze. Instead, you focus on his pants, gesturing to them. “Strip. Everything.”
“As you wish,” he murmurs with a soft smile. Loki finds the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, mussing his curls, revealing the hard, lean plates of his pale chest that you long to run your hands over. Then, he shoves the waistband of his sweat pants down and over his trim hips, letting the material fall to the floor before stepping out of them and throwing them somewhere around the room.
“Everything,” you remind him, eyeing his black boxers. A grin splits his lips and Loki slowly peels his underwear off, your gaze following the trail of soft hair leading from his belly button as he soon exposes the defined angle of his pelvis, before finally—finally—his hard cock springs forth and his boxers drop.
Loki looks like a marble statue, a David carved from stone. Everything in you wants to bend to his will instead, to touch him and worship him the way that he deserves. To love him the way he deserves, the love he has gone without for so long. But part of you understands that he needs this just as much as he needs you when you submit to him.
He needs to bow to you. To show you that he trusts you the way that you trust him.
“You’re beautiful,” you say in a breath, eyes roaming the sharp lines that define the man in front of you, the discolored scars littering his body like a battlefield. “You’re so gorgeous, Loki. I love you so much.”
And, it’s so slight that you almost wouldn’t notice it in the darkness of the room, but Loki’s cheeks pinken under your praise. Confidence, cool like the rush of fresh water, surges through you.
“Come here,” you beckon him, holding your hand out to cup his face once he steps closer. Loki leans into your palm, his eyes fluttering shut. “Kneel,” you whisper.
You don’t watch him this time, busy with shucking your shirt off and throwing it across the room, leaving you only in your lacy bra and a pair of sleep shorts. Then, you reach down, holding out a hand, and he intertwines your fingers. With him steadying you, you lift your foot up and point it toward him—a silent command.
Loki takes your foot in his hand and presses his lips to the top of it, flicking his eyes upward to meet your steady gaze.
Beyond sex. Beyond love. Beyond souls. An unbreakable bond.
“Undress me.”
When he’s sure you have your footing once more, Loki wastes no time. His fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts and tug them down, forehead laying against your stomach as he breathes in the scent of your arousal. As he drags the fabric down, stripping you, his hands worship your legs once more. His fingers are soft as he grasps each of your ankles and helps you out of your bottoms. You unclasp your bra, too impatient to wait, and fling it off.
Now, completely bare, you can feel your slick when your thighs press together. Sticky, sweet, drenched. And you want him, you want him so bad, and you want everything.
But you don’t know—you don’t know what you want.
“I—Loki,” you stutter out, frozen. Suddenly, your nerves are static and itching with new anxiety. A flush floods your face, not in passion, but embarrassment. You didn’t think this far ahead. There is so much choice in front of you and what if you mess up?
But he senses this, evidently, and Loki’s hands slide up your hips to hold onto your waist, squeezing you there gently. His thumbs rub slow circles into your skin in an attempt to soothe you.
“Darling,” he speaks lowly, “what do you want from me? Would you like me to pleasure you? Or take you to bed?”
You swallow. “Yes.”
He nuzzles the soft flesh of your stomach, always patient with you. “What would you like, love? Your wish is my command. Your command is mine to follow.”
Suddenly, you catch your own image in the mirror. It’s so starkly different from the other times that you’ve seen yourself in this same reflection. Loki has put you in many positions before, but none of them have looked like this. You, standing steadily, with Loki knelt in front of you, the muscles of his back rippling in the mirror. The curve of his ass, the strong tendons in his thighs.
Closing your eyes and committing the image to memory, you take a deep breath through your nose and exhale through parted lips, calming yourself again.
“I want you to pleasure me,” you say, voice a little unsteady again, but Loki smiles up at you.
“Of course, my goddess.” But he makes no move, and it dawns on you that your command was unfinished.
“Your mouth,” you tell him. “Use your mouth on me, Loki.”
Silently, he takes your hand in his, and you grip onto him tightly. It’s such a small gesture, and yet so overwhelming—that he knows he needs to hold you there when your knees become weak. It’s clear how much he adores you, and it brings the sting of tears to your eyes that you blink back.
Loki eases your thigh over his shoulder, spreading your cunt so wantonly for him, and then his tongue is devouring it all. He licks up every ounce of your wetness until you don’t know what is slick and what is saliva. Already your knees buckle at the feeling as your head drops back, and Loki wraps his arm around the small of your back to hold you there.
You moan his name and your free hand tangles in his long locks, gripping his curls like they’re the reins to the beast who feasts upon your core. His mouth is magic, his tongue busy writing poetry addressed to your clit while his fingers squeeze tighter around your own. Everything feels off balance as you stand there, eyes hazy and half-lidded, watching as the God between your legs seeks to destroy you in the throes of pleasure. The leg that you stand on trembles, weak.
“Take me to bed,” you command, and though your voice is breathy with a moan, it’s stronger than anything else you’ve told him to do tonight. Loki immediately answers your call. Not even taking his mouth away from your cunt, he pulls his hand away from yours to scoop you up into his arms, and then your back is against the bed, twisting the sheets beneath you, and oh, oh, oh, his shoulders have spread your legs wider for him and his nose is bumping your clit as he fucks into your tight hole, your spine arched in immeasurable delights.
But your eyes snap open with a new idea—one that makes your face even hotter if that’s possible, and your thighs squeeze around Loki’s head in anticipation.
“Wait,” you pant out, pulling his head back by his raven locks and forcing him to release you. “Stop.”
When he comes up for air, his eyes are glistening as much as his lips are, covered in the honey he’s sucked from your center. The same tongue that was ravaging you only seconds ago darts out to clean his lips of your essence, a low groan in his chest at the taste. Your grip on his hair tightens at the sight as a new flood of juice slickens your pussy yet again and Loki hisses in pleasure.
“Yes, my queen?” he asks, his hands kneading the flesh of your thighs as he waits. He seems all too content that you’ve assumed such control over him, but even so, the thread of anxiety is still tugging at your stomach and you swallow back the fear you think might seep into your next words.
“I want to try something,” you say, fingers finally untangling from his hair.
“I would have you want for nothing,” he says, crawling up your body to come closer to you. “What shall I give you, my goddess?”
“Lay back,” you tell him, but the shake is back. “I want to—to—”
Loki’s hands frame your face and he brings your lips to his own, kissing you sweetly. Your own taste invades your mouth as his tongue sweeps inside, and then he’s pulling away and his thumb is rubbing the bone of your cheek.
“Say it,” he says, and it’s the softest demand you think you’ve ever heard from him.
“I want to ride your face,” you whisper, and your hand comes up to sweep over his throat, fingers smoothing over his adam’s apple as it bobs. “I want you to make me come like that.”
Without word, Loki lays back and takes you with him, flipping you both. Suddenly you’re on top—a position that you’ve not spent as much time in—with your thighs bracketing his trim waist and your hands on his chest. You don’t wait for his approval this time. Immediately, you start to shift forward, Loki’s hands on your hips to help you, until you are on your knees right above his face. Your own hands grip the headboard of the bed, using the leverage to keep your balance.
“Sit here, darling,” Loki says and the breath of his words is warm on your quivering cunt. “My face is but a throne for you. Take it—please.”
Please. The word shocks you into shivers, a gasp pulled from your mouth like there’s something magnetic in the air, and you sink down upon his lips. And, like a wild animal thrown its first bone, Loki’s hands clutch at your waist until there are sure to be bruises and he yanks you down further, until there’s no space between the two of you, until he’s surely inhaling nothing but you.
“Loki!” you call out, first in anxiety, and then in pure pleasure as his tongue delves further into your pussy. Your mind darkens, blanking, void of anything except Loki, Loki, Loki. Your grip on the headboard tightens, nails scratching invisible grooves into the wood as you cling desperately onto whatever you can as Loki works your clit over and over and over until you’re frenzied.
Your hips move on their own, grinding and rolling over his face like ocean waves looking to crash upon the beach, to meet their end. And, as his lips find your clit and create a wet seal around it, sucking and licking and guiding you higher and higher and higher toward your peak, Loki provides.
With a sob that sounds like choked-off letters of his name, you come with rapture. Your body arches, head thrown back, thighs clenched around Loki’s head. Using all your strength, you try to lift yourself away from his face, but Loki’s arm becomes a bar around your waist and he wrenches you back down and licks up every single drop of the honey that leaks from your throbbing cunt.
“Loki,” you cry again, near a whimper, and then he’s pulling away from the apex of your thighs and easing you down his body until you’re collapsed against his chest. Through the haze of your post-orgasmic bliss, you watch his eyes as they explore your spent body, raking over your entire form.
“You are gorgeous,” he murmurs, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Sometimes, I do not understand it.”
“Understand what?” you ask, still breathless, still reeling, still burning at the core.
His eyes are heavy when he meets your eyes. “How you have captured me so and yet you do not see it. You could run at any moment and I would be helpless, unable to give chase, though I would be desperate to do so. At times, I think you should. And in those times, I wonder if it is monstrous of me to think that if you did leave, that I would not be able to sleep or eat or breathe until I went after you and begged at your feet for you to come back.”
It’s a punch to the gut—all your insides freezing, frosted edges sharp and jabbing painfully into your soft belly. Immediately, you shoot up, hands braced against his hardened abdomen to look at him more clearly. Yes, the eyes that you love so much are so sad right now. He reminds you of the scared little boy you first saw in him when he came to Midgard with his brother. Terrified and alone and misunderstood. It hurts to see that again, his eyes like the dark depths of the ocean, unexplored and teeming with the monsters only heard of by the dead they’ve ravaged.
“You think I would let you leave?” you ask him, jaw loose and lips parted. Loki blinks, brows drawn together in confusion. “You say I don’t see how I’ve captured you, but you don’t see the same.”
As if you can pour all your feelings for him into one kiss, you smash your lips to his in a bruising kiss, something you aren’t used to initiating. You nip at his bottom lip, slip your tongue into his mouth, taste yourself on the tongue that tangles with your own.
“You haven’t captured me, Loki,” you say against his mouth. “I wouldn’t run if you gave me the chance. I’m not with you because you’ve caged me.”
You rock onto your knees and reach behind your back, fingers brushing over his cock that is still hard against his stomach. When you take it into your palm, gripping the velvet skin, Loki’s head falls back and he groans. In one swift movement, your wet heat envelops him as you sink down upon his cock, gasping. There, you sit atop him, your juice pooling in the finely-groomed hairs at the base of him.
Loki makes a sound you’ve never heard before—a cross between a moan and a guttural growl—as you rock back to grasp his thighs like a handle. You watch with fascination how his throat moves as he swallows, giving away how much your cunt swallowing his cock affects him.
“I’m with you because I love you,” you pant, breathless. “Because I chose you, Loki. I choose you. I want you—every part of you that exists. The good, the bad, the broken. I own you. I own you the same way you own those parts of me, and happily.”
When you smile down at him, you realize that Loki is looking at you as if dumbstruck. As if lightning has just rained down from the ceiling and shocked him speechless. He raises a hand toward you, fluttering and trembling anxiously, and it falls upon your cheek. You lean into his touch, lips peeled back and curled to show your teeth as you laugh a little.
“You are…” He struggles to find the words as his other hand falls to your bare hip. “You are the rarest thing in all the galaxies that might exist.”
And, like that, the air in the room shifts and Loki’s fingers find purchase in your soft flesh and he bucks up, suddenly and deliciously.
“And yet,” you say between gasps, “you are the one who keeps me. The only one allowed to ruin me.”
Loki’s hand caresses down your jaw until it falls at your throat, fingers splayed out in dominance there, a necklace made of bones and skin and him. A darkness consumes his eyes, pupils gone wide with a new sort of lust that wasn’t there before.
“Then ruin you I shall, love.”
He plants his feet on the bed, shifting you forward until you have nothing left to hold onto, and then he’s fucking up into you. Loki sets a pace that is punishing, bouncing you up and down as stuttered moans fall from your lips like broken prayers to his altar. He is your God and you’ll scream his name to the heavens until his father hears it in Valhalla.
Loki’s fingers tighten around your neck now, not squeezing, but holding you there against him as his cock pistons in and out of your tight pussy wet with its own slick. Like this, he reaches parts so deep inside of you they’ve been all but forgotten, the tip scraping against the one place that makes your eyes roll back into your head. From the way his hips force you to rock back and forth, your clit grinds and drags on the bone of his pelvis, creating a friction you didn’t know you needed until right now.
“I have kneeled to no one,” Loki repeats, desperate and gritty, in your ear, “but now I have kneeled to you, my queen.”
His cock slips in and out of you at a pace you can’t keep up with. You’re unable to do anything but to sit atop him and take it, bent nearly in half as he breaks your body with his thrusts.
“I have kissed your feet the way I have kissed the most precious parts of you,” he says, and his hand travels from your neck up into your hair to force your lips to his, a demonstration. His tongue is everywhere and the kiss is sloppy, spit-filled, and your bottom lip is bleeding when you pull back from lack of air.
Your cunt throbs and contracts around him, calling out, clenching, needy. You feel it in your muscles, in your bones, in every part of you that Loki owns—the threads of your existence unraveling into what will be your end.
“No one else has this power over me. I would trust no one else the way I have trusted you, and yet you will still let me ruin you in the same way?”
With your head thrown back, your pleasure rising and rising and rising, you scratch your nails down his chest until red lines decorate his pale skin.
“I was ruined the moment I met you,” you sob out, nearly there. “You ruined me, Loki, and I would let you do it again. I would beg you. Please, please ruin me!”
He hisses as you tighten around him, climbing toward the highest peak. His hands find your waist, tight around you, and he helps you to meet the powerful thrust of his hips. You scream aloud as his cock hammers against your insides, filling you, satiating you until it’s almost too much that it’s not enough, giving you everything you ever could have asked for.
“Beg for me,” Loki snarls. “Beg for me the way that I beg for you in every single way!”
“Please, please, please,” you repeat like a mantra, never-ending, punctuated by the head of his cock brushing your cervix.
And just as you hit the highest note of the heavens, Loki’s last words surround you like a wave crashing over your head.
“Ruining you is my greatest delight.”
Your vision goes white as you go under, back snapped in an impossible curve, lips parted in a scream that you don’t hear as the orgasm washes over you like cool water. Your thighs tremble as honey gushes from the crevice that Loki fucks into, tainting your ruined pussy with his spend as he stuffs you full.
“I love you,” he whispers as you collapse atop him, sweat matting your hair to your forehead. You lay there, catching your breath, as the waves of your orgasm roll through you, making you clench around his cock, still inside you. Loki hisses in delayed pleasure, but he wraps you up in his arms and refuses to pull out of you, even as the mixture of your come seeps out around him.
“I love you,” you reply in a mumble, barely coherent. He chuckles at this, petting your hair as you wind down.
It’s finally quiet in your bedroom, no sound but the labored breath that comes from your as you try to calm your racing heart. Loki is unbothered, barely having broken a sweat, but his eyes are glassy and there is a loopy smile on his face that is reserved only for you in these times, and it makes your heart feel full.
“Do you truly beg for me?” you ask him, a finger tracing designs into his naked chest.
“Indeed,” he replies, staring up at the ceiling. “In less vocal ways, I do.”
“Oh,” you say, burrowing your face into his skin. He huffs a laugh and you feel it rumble through his body.
“While you may show devotion like this, in begging for your own ruination, I beg for you in other ways. How I seek you out first in whatever room I may walk into, despite knowing that you may not be there. Or how I ask for you to clean my wounds, to bandage me after battle. This is how I beg for you, darling.”
When you raise your head to look at him, Loki takes your head to guide you to him and captures your lips in his, a promise. A vow of honesty.
“However,” he continues, “I wanted to bow to you like this tonight. I wanted to beg for you in the way you so often beg for me. Devotion through submission.”
“I know,” you say, choking on the words. “You were beautiful. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for… letting me try.”
He smiles. “You need not thank me. As I said, love, this power that you hold over me stretches beyond the simple act of sex. We have a bond that is written in the stars, forged into a constellation, darling. I would give you anything if only you asked for it—and my submission, giving up my control to you, is but one of those things.”
Your fingers slide over his jawline, tracing the angle of his face. Then, you brush his hair away from where it lays at his forehead, pressing a kiss to his temple.
“I would give my life for you,” he says as if it was a simple thing. “I would break my soul apart for you.”
“And I would die with you,” you tell him firmly, cupping his cheek. “So don’t—don’t leave me, Loki.”
He inhales, shakily, and then rocks his hips into yours again. You squeak in pleasure, still sensitive from your first orgasms, and then a giggle falls from your lips as you feel him stiffening inside of you.
“Again?” you tease, flicking his nose. Loki’s face morphs from pensive into something all too mischievous.
“Well, when you speak of dying for me, love, you know it turns me on.”
Loki grasps your hips and lifts you, pulling out of your spent cunt, and then he’s twisting your bodies until you’re set on your hands and knees and he’s behind you, palming the cheek of your ass. Already you can feel the apex of your thighs slicken further, your core burning for his attention yet again.
“Plus,” he murmurs into your ear, teeth tugging on the lobe until you whimper, “I feel I haven’t ruined you enough yet. And you begged so prettily for it. Who am I to deny you, love? I promised you would want for nothing.”
Summary: Stefan hasn’t seen his two best friends y/n and Lexi for years. Upon his return to Mystic Falls (set in season 1), Lexi and Y/n decide to surprise him for his birthday.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warnings: none
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A/N: this will not follow exactly how Lexi met up with Stefan for his birthday!
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You couldn’t stop the grin that was eating up your face as you packed your small bag. Lexi stood leaning on the doorway, watching you with a smirk. “I don’t see why you’re even packing. We could just get new clothes when we get to Mystic Falls.”
You shook your head, still smiling, and turned to her. You zipped your bag shut, and sauntered over to her. When you were close enough, you poked her nose. “You silly goose, I’m not packing clothes. These are for Stefan’s birthday.” You placed your bag down and unzipped it, crouching to open the flap and show her what you packed. “A framed picture of the three of us from 1948, the first letter I wrote to him in the war, a framed photo of him, Damon and I, and this,” you pulled out a dangling sword pendant.
Lexi gasped, crouching down next to you. “You didn’t.” She grabbed the necklace from you and very gently examined it. “There’s no way you could have found this. I watched Stefan throw it into the ocean during one of his ripper phases. Is it a dupe?”
You smirked and lifted the matching one you wore out from under your shirt. Grasping the necklace back from Lexi, you held them side by side, and looked at her expectantly. “Come on, put yours here, too.”
She grabbed hold on the tiny sword that was dangling around her neck, and brought it closer to the other two. When placed together, the tips of the swords linked from a magnetic pull, and changed colors. Lexi laughed, “Oh my god, this is amazing. How did you ever find it?”
You shrugged, zipping your bag and standing up to leave. “After Stefan threw it into the ocean, I just swam down for it. Honestly, I forgot I had put it in my box for when he was back to normal, so now his lost friendship necklace is a birthday present.”
Lexi shook her head a grinned, slinging her arm over my shoulder. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
You chuckled, “Yes, but keep reminding me; it inflates my ego.”
She cackled, and shoved your shoulder away from her. In a flash, the two of you started on your run to Mystic Falls.
“I want to bite you too.” “A humans bite won’t hurt, it would probably tickle.” and “are you growling?” w/ Stefan Salvatore
❛❛ “I want to bite you too,” “A humans bite won’t hurt, it would probably tickle.” and “are you growling?” for Stefan Salvatore, please! And I would like it to be fluff pretty please! 💖☺️💖😘❜❜- @beenlovingromansincedayoneish
Pairings: Stefan Salvatore x Human!Reader
Featuring: Y/n, Stefan Salvatore.
Prompt: “I want to bite you too.” “A humans bite won’t hurt, it would probably tickle.” and “are you growling?” {Vampire AU Prompts Smut/Fluff List}
Summary: Stefan bites y/n in a make-out session, and she wants to bite him too.
WARNINGS: fluff, biting, supernatural themes, kiss, the description sucked, vampire stuff, tickling wars, the ending probably sucks.
Word Count: 514
A/N: Requests for tvd/to are open. So, send them in.
The sound of kissing filled the room. Stefan moved his lips down towards your jawline. Then trailed his mouth down towards your neck. Your head tilting backwards. Exposing your neck to him. Eyes fluttering closed. A moan escaping your mouth. Holding onto his shoulders. As you sat on his lap.
Stefan swallowed hard, as he felt his canines extend. Poking his bottom lip. The sclera of his eyes turned blood-red. Dark veins appeared under his eyes. As blood pumps forcefully through them. Stefan parted his lips. Before sinking his fangs into your neck. Biting you gently. Pulling his mouth away from your neck. Your eyes fluttering open as you looked at him in awe.
Stefan looked at you in admiration. While your thumb touched his lip softly. Before going over to his jawline. Stefan was about to kiss you again. But you stopped him. Stefan gave you a questionable look.
“I want to bite you too.” You gasped out. Making Stefan smirk.
“A human’s bite won’t hurt, it would probably tickle.” Stefan responded. Arching his eyebrows at you.
“So… I can bite you?” You asked. Tilting your head to the side. Giving him a pleading look.
Stefan let out a small chuckle. His hands cupping the side of your face. Leaning closer into you.
“Of course, you can bite me.” Stefan responded. Pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes fluttering closed.
Stefan pulled away from you. Making you let out a gasp. Eyes fluttering open.
Stefan gently guided your head towards his neck. Your mouth lowering down towards his neck. Your warm breath fanning against the skin of his neck. Making Stefan’s breath hitch.
Your lips pressed against the skin of his neck. Kissing it softly. Lips parting. Stefan’s eyes fluttered closed. His head tilting back. One of his hands rested on your neck. While the other one rested in your hair.
Stefan let out a tiny gasp as you nipped him. You then sink your teeth into his skin. A growl escaped Stefan’s mouth. As his grip on you tightened. Dark veins appearing under his eyes. You suddenly stopped. Smirking against his neck. Pulling away from him. Stefan’s eyes snapped open. Staring up at you.
“Are you growling?” You asked. Smirking at him.
“Yes.” Stefan replied. His cheeks turning a light shade of pink.
“Maybe, I should bite you more.” You joked. Winking at him.
“I wouldn’t mind you biting me more often.” Stefan suggested. Winking at you.
“Yeah.” You giggled.
“Yeah.” He chuckled.
“I just found out you have a biting kink.” You giggled. As Stefan let out a chuckle.
“You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?” Stefan chuckled.
“Nope.” You giggled. Turning to contain your giggles but failing.
“I wonder what other kinks you have.” You wondered.
“Wouldn’t you like to know. But you will find out soon enough.” Stefan spoke.
Tickling your sides. Which made you laugh uncontrollably. Trying to push him away from you. But to no avail. Stefan continued to tickle you. Chuckling as he tickled you. Looking at you with so much love…
Summary: While trying to find a little privacy, you and Newt stumbled upon a room full of deathly hanging bodies. And then Aris and Thomas come in.
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Word Count: 888
Warnings: Slight smut (literally just a little make-out session)
(A/N): Well, I’m back from DC. It was actually a lot of fun and I had a great time. I honestly don’t even know what this is. I had wrote the idea I had for this down a long time ago so I figured I would go ahead and write it. I think this blog is so far made up of mostly Newt fics. So I need more ideas for more characters in other shows. Feel free to give me some. I hope you enjoy this little drabble.
Summary: Newt sees you and Thomas having fun in the Glade and he gets jealous, accidentally offending you in the process (nice one Newt)
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Word Count: 1461
Warnings: Slight cussing, fluff at the end
(A/N): What’s up guys? Yes, I’m back. I haven’t been writing a lot lately but it’s only because I’ve been having writers block. It’s because I’m running low on ideas. You guys have to GIVE ME SOME! Please. But, regardless, I hope you enjoy this short little one shot :)
Summary: You are finally reunited with your long lost love after over 160 years. The both of you catch up on what’s happened over the years and some of the past seeps in, whether you’d like it to or not.
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader
Word Count: 1654
Warning(s): I don’t know, does fluff count as a warning?
(A/N): Okay, I’m sorry it’s late. I finally scraped up enough inspiration and creativity to finish this story. I know the ending sucks, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how to end it and I wanted the story up today. But, I hope you enjoy it nonetheless because this may be one of my favorite stories :)
Summary: Upon returning to your former home, Mystic Falls, a series of flashbacks makes you remember why you left in the first place. But, most importantly, why you returned. (I swear that the story itself is better than the summary!)
Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader, Stefan Salvatore x Reader (platonic)
Word Count: 4069 (Whoops)
Warnings: Death scene, angst
(A/N): So, I’ve been on hiatus. I’m truly sorry, I just have had a HUGE drought when it comes to story ideas. Some people have requested ships and imagines but I haven’t been able to brainstorm any ideas for them, so I’m very sorry. But, I’m also excited because I’ve recently been rewatching the entire The Vampire Diaries series and I’m proud to announce that I have come up with some ideas for stories in the department. This is my first Damon fic, not to mention my first TVD fic. I really hope you enjoy it as it much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Also, I know I left you on a bit of a cliff-hanger, but not to worry, there’ll be a second part. As you can see, this was getting a bit long.
