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astarion-approves · 8 months

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Omg can you write a small little drabble about kissing/biting astarions ears? I am not immune to elfs 😭😭😭

Astarion x GN! Tav

Slightly NSFT - implied sex, ear kissing, ear biting, ear massage, first person POV. 600+ words

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The first thing I noticed about him were his ears.

Pointed and long, the smallest tint of red at the tips from the sunlight that bore down upon his back—

Your typical elf ears, belonging to a man with a dagger poised in my direction and a wicked smile across his lips. I held my hands up in defense, promising no ill will towards the man if he were to just lower the weapon.

We became quick allies, and even faster friends.

Astarion was the type to wear his emotions on his sleeve, although he would certainly deny it if anyone were to say it. Each decision along the way only making our friendship grow fonder—

To the point where I felt I could finally acknowledge those adorable, unbelievably cute ears of his.

“Have you ever thought of piercing them?” I asked one night, reaching up to run my fingertip just along the side. My friend shivering in response and soon slapping my hand away.

“And risk scaring my beautiful ears? Not a chance!”

I let the subject drop, but kept stealing glances at his ears. So very cute… and so very kissable.

The first time we laid together, my hands found their way into his hair, pulling his lips onto my own and claiming those lips. My thumb and index finger coming together to gently rub up his ear and to the tip. He moaned into my mouth, tilting his head into my touch and silently telling me ‘more.’

I soon found myself touching them at any opportunity. Anytime we would kiss, anytime we would lie side by side and whispering our newfound infatuation to one another late into the night…

“You have quite the little obsession, don’t you?” Astation asked while we cuddled in his tent together. He was so firm yet comfortable in my arms, I let my lips graze against his ear as he arched his back into my chest. “Always touching my damn ears.. as if they’ll fall off my head one day.”

“We can never be too sure,” I replied. My breath cascading down his ear and his neck. I gave the tip a soft kiss, followed by an even softer bite. “I adore them.”

“And here I thought it was me that you adored. Of course, you were only after my ears,” Astarion teased. But he lowered his head back, his eyes closing as he sighed and gave no protest. My tongue traced over the edge of his ear, up to the point where I kissed him again, Astarion groaning in reply and taking my free hand to the front of his trousers.

He rolled over to kiss me, his hands sliding down my chest and pushing me into my back as he moved to straddle me. It was instinct now to bare my exposed neck to him, openly trusting him to feed from me without worry. As his teeth lowered to my neck, I gently caressed his ears, massaging them as he bit into my flesh…

We moaned together as my blood hit his tongue, his distraction prompting him to finally attempt kissing his ears as he fed from me. His reaction was perfect, his bite a little harder, his hands shaking as he held me, his hips twitching as he continued.

“I love you, Astarion,” I mumbled and kissed his ear once more, letting my eyes close as I gave into the warmth of his embrace.

In the morning he would laugh as how his ears must be black and purple from my bites and incessant kissing during our love making—

But then he hugged me when no one was looking, and whispered his own confession.

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rosedom · 3 months

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can't stop thinking about bunny-rabbit kaveh. . . his hair looks SO MUCH like a lop-eared bunny, i can't help it (≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

but what about a bunny-rabbit in heat? i want to tug at kaveh's pretty cottontail as he helplessly mewls, warm rivulets of slick drip-drip-dripping from his cunt to puddle in the fur of it. i wanna go down on him as he's heat-warm and heat-slick, licking him from the perineum up and collecting everything that dribbles out of him. it's technically grooming, what i'm doing to his pretty tail—i've gotta make sure the fur doesn't get matted with his slick !!

eating out a bunny-rabbit in heat; all kaveh can do is clutch at my hair and press me further into his cunt, his trembling thighs wrapping around my ears to keep me right where it feels best. the whole time, the fine earrings hanging off his ears are softly jingling—a sweet melody that only makes each sound that falls from kaveh's lips seem all the more saccharine.

bunny-rabbit kaveh cumming on my tongue. . . but his heat will last a while longer, and my cock's hard n' achey. i just want kaveh to cum all over my face and on my cock and on my thighs and—

i just need kaveh absolutely pampered: is that too much to ask?

#god how i love blonds #gn reader #first person pov #oh no the horror #sub kaveh #kaveh x reader #ftm smut #genshin smut #sub genshin #does this count as abo #coz if so #abo

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leonstoenailunderhisbed · 1 month

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Roman Empire

MINORS DNI 18+!!

Warning: first pov (trying something different lol), no protection. erection. there’s no intro, I just wrote whatever came to mind. motorcycle. female reader. short blurb. smut.

Summary: Leon fucks you in an alley on his bike.

A/N: Guys, when I say that this one doesn’t have an intro I MEAN IT. Also- I wrote this at like 2AM. Don’t mind the title, I thought it was funny.

I felt myself grow wet through my panties. It didn’t help that his cologne turned me on even more. I kept grinding my ass against his erection, causing me to moan quietly. His hand traveled to stomach and he began to undo the buttons on my pants. He slowly pulled down my jeans, exposing my black lace panties I had been wearing. His hands traveled from my stomach to inside my panties. His rough and long fingers entering my pink walls. I heard him groan and whisper how wet I am. I whined and moan as I bucked my hips against his hand. He thrusted two fingers inside me and curled them as he began to work inside me. I held on to his motorcycle seat as he kept abusing my hole. I felt my walls clench around his long fingers and with a high pitched moan, I came on his fingers. He pulled out and forced his fingers inside my mouth to clean him off of my juices. He pressed me down further on his motorcycle so I want fully bent over. He pulled down my panties and I shivered from the cold breeze that hit my sensitive walls. He unbuttoned his suit pants and pulled out his erection. I already knew he was big but once he aligned the tip to my entrance, I felt him expand me like how the Roman Empire expanded throughout Europe.

He pushed himself inside me slowly. He groaned in pleasure as I took him completely and he mumbled about how tight I felt around him. He then began to thrust in and out slowly. One of his hands squeezing my waist as the other traveled to my head and gripped on my hair as he pounded from behind me. I became a moaned mess and I felt his hand lower from my head to my mouth to muffle my moans. I heard him say that I should be a good constable and keep quiet. To which I happily obliged. He kept thrusting in me until I felt my second wave of euphoria reach me. My walls clenched around his member and I came hard on his cock. He kept thrusting in me through my high. His speed increasing with each thrust until he pulled out completely and slammed right into me with brute force and shot his cum into my cervix and womb. I moaned against his hand and felt my body shudder from the creampie he just gave me. He pulled out of me slowly and scooped up the remaining cum from his cock and put it right up my pussy. I panted against his motorcycle seat as I tried to catch my breath.

After a moment of the two of us catching our breath, he helped me put on my panties and jeans as he buttoned his suit pants.

#leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy angst #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon smut #leon kennedy x y/n #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #smut #blurb #first person pov

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pan-perkozeq · 1 month

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[POV: you've found new kind of a rock he doesn't have ]

A little bit of goofy animation never hurts XD

#silly animation #gif art #gif meme #animated gif #gif #rain wolrd #rw five pebbles #rain world five pebbles #five pebbles rain world #rw fp #iterator oc #autisic pebbles au #autism creature #silly goofy mood #first person pov #pov #crappy doodles #just doodlin #flash warning

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dani-dabbles · 9 months

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from barely there ankle brushing to a full body wall press, this is the character development I love to see

#rwrb movie #rwrb #rwrb poster #red white and royal blue movie #red white and royal blue #first person pov #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor #rwrb prime #rwrb film #history huh? bet I can post some

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pingurusama · 3 months

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Free headpats for everyone!!!૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

I can't thanked Harada-san enough for his ending movie on Tekken 8, a very well deserved ending for him! and Dragunov being tender all smiley and content? ૮ ⚆ﻌ⚆ა yea, i will be on my coffin and grave peacefully waaaa ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა Been 15 years passed of my fixation on him and still going on STRONG, my fixation starts to take steroids atp lmaoo.

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jpmarvel90 · 9 months

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Natasha Romanoff

We're not your family any more

We all have Scars

I did this to you!

A daughter like you (Mama Nat)

Jealousy

Love is for Children

Ruined Friendship

I'll always be here for you

Nightmares

Biggest Mistake

Grief

All for the mission (Sister Nat)

Guilt

I should have been there (Mama Nat)

Saved

The Healer

Sacrifice (Sister Nat)

#natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #hit #marvel fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #marvel #MCU #gxg #scarlett johansson #x reader #first person pov #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff fanfiction

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artemish · 6 months

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Sous chef | opla!Sanji x fem!Reader

word count: 2.1k

genre/tags: Sanji x reader; first-person pov; fluff; pining (but is it mutual??); angst; hurt/comfort; friends to lovers

warnings: mild ptsd; mild trauma

summary: A restless night at sea turns into one of revelations, as the reader finds that the depths of the ocean are much like a certain chef’s heart…

a/n: Hello opla girlies! First time fanfic writer here!!

I am ever the lurker on this website, but something inside me changed when I started watching One Piece, and now I’m down bad for this crew (specifically for the hot cook)

So I thought I’d give it a shot, write a bit of fanfic and see where it goes! I’ve finished the live action and currently watching the anime, so my interpretation of Sanji is quite mixed, however I tried to stay closer to opla!Sanji. I’ve also left this open ended cos I might write more (who knows hehehe)

Shoutout to @honnelander for inspiring me to write again ☺️ (please read her go fish! series if you haven’t!! It’s great!!)

𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰!

(。･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Sanji often stayed up late during those long nights at sea, prepping for the next day's meals, making notes of what had been used and taking stock of the ingredients that were left.

It was almost obsessive at times, desperate even.

He ignored everyone’s concern for him to just take it easy and go to sleep, even Nami’s, and refused to give us an explanation.

He would count every last bean, every last grain of rice or drop of water that he could, and he had tried many times but failed to make an accurate record (mostly because Luffy would lessen the supplies significantly).

I hadn’t really understood his habit, until one night, when the waves were particularly rough and I was disturbed from my sleep.

Usually, rough waters didn’t bother me too much, but I was already quite restless that night and had only truly been half asleep.

My mind was a blazing mess from all the thoughts that had been looping endlessly through it.

Thoughts of him.

I sat up on the futon. My hair draped in a tangled mess around my face and over my shoulders.

I looked across at Nami, her back facing towards me, breathing deeply as she slept.

I envied her ease.

I hauled myself out of the bed and straightened the silk nightgown I was wearing. I slipped on the woven shawl I had laid out over my blanket and made my way down the corridor, towards the kitchen.

The waves had picked up their brutality and began to batter the ship quite hard, so that it swayed violently from side to side.

Gripping the sides of the walls and trying to match the sway, I wondered how everyone could sleep so peacefully.

The ship moaned and croaked as it continued to sway.

I stumbled into the kitchen just as it crashed against the starboard side hard, pushing the ship port.

The force took me by surprise, causing me to lose my grip of the wall and my footing.

I tumbled through the doorway, and slammed hard against the stack of barrels in the corner.

The momentum of the ship turned once more. Lurching towards the right again, I slid off the barrel and slammed face first onto the ground.

“Ah shit!” I yelped. All traces of sleep had officially left me.

“Luffy, that better not be you,” came a brash voice from the darkness, “and if it is, you best be walking out that door right now.”

“Ack, Sanji?”

In the dull light, I saw the concerned face of the cook instantly pop around the counter.

“Y/n! Gods, are you alright?”

He moved swiftly to where I was laying and gently lifted me up.

“You're alright now, love. C’mon up. That’s it, easy”

He swung my arm around his neck and held my waist tightly as he led me to the bench seating on the other side of the kitchen counter.

Despite the daze I was in, I still felt my heart quicken, at his firm grip on my waist and at the ease with which he picked me up.

“Sanji, what are you doing up?” I whispered, not because I was trying to be quiet, but because the knock had left me completely winded.

He sat me down and wrapped my shawl around me tightly, rubbing my shoulders as he did, and kneeled down in front of me.

“Are you okay? Look at my fingers, how many do you see? Are you cut anywhere, y/n? Do you have a concussion? Do you want some water, tea? What do you need, I’ll get it for you, anything you nee-”

“Sanji,” I said, holding my hand firmly on his mouth to keep him quiet, “I’m alright.”

I squeezed his shoulder, as I saw a sigh of relief wash over his face. “You really got to stop treating me like some princess you know.”

“Madam, you are the loveliest person to ever grace this ship. I would hate it if I couldn’t bask in your beauty everyday.”

“You’re laying it on a bit thick, aren’t you?” But I could feel my stomach fluttering at his words.

He grinned, “madam, someone as lovely as you deserves to hear it said often.”

I shoved his shoulder. “Shut up!”

He laughed. He looked so soft in the light of the lantern.

“You didn’t answer my question by the way.”

“What question?” he asked, as he got up to sit next to me.

“Why are you awake?”

He turned his face away from me and shifted uneasily on the bench. “Why does it matter?”

“Sanji, why are you awake, really? What is it that you’re not telling us? You know I’ve lost track of how many times Luffy’s found you asleep in here because you’ve been up doing… well, whatever you do. What’s going on?”

He let out a deep sigh as he turned back around to face me, looking at me through the flop of blonde hair that covered half his face. He bit his lip hard and dropped his head, defeated it would seem.

The ship continued to sway and croak and groan, as the silence between us grew.

He looked small, afraid. I reached out to hold his hands and he took them eagerly, squeezing them tightly as he did.

“You all know about what happened to me and Zeff,” he said finally, “and I appreciate the kind words and empathy you’ve all given me, but you could never really understand what that was like, being out there. Waiting to die. The scorching, unrelenting sun in the day that made my skin flake off. The icy air of night that felt like daggers, prodding at my burnt flesh. Being hollowed out from the inside, from the hunger, until the numbness set in and I thought I’d melt into that shitty rock. Even being as careful as I was, as precise, I still didn’t have nearly enough food to survive, and it really was only by fate or luck, a real miracle actually, that we were rescued.

I guess I haven’t shook that feeling yet, that fear. It was easier to distract myself in the restaurant, you know, being surrounded by food and all, but here it’s different here. I-I just want be sure, I want to know that we’re good, at all times, because I don’t want any of you to go through what I did. It’s shit, yeah I know, but I’d rather not sleep then let any of you go through that.”

Again, the silence between us was palpable.

I felt like I’d been punched.

He breathed heavily, as if trying to catch his breath and I knew then that this was something he had kept buried deep within himself because the true nature of his fear was so horrific, so raw, who could ever understand it?

None of us had been out there with him, even though we would all do the same for each other.

But our sentiments were just words.

He had lived it.

The silence grew stifling.

I knew he would do anything to protect us from that fate.

“Sanji”

“You-you can’t tell the others. They don’t need to know, yeah? I’m happy as long as they’re fed with no complaints.”

“But Sanji-”

“Y/n, please don’t tell them.”

“Then why are you telling me?”

The mess of thoughts in my mind was growing.

He held my hands tighter and used them to pull himself towards me. His thumbs made circular motions on my palms.

I heard my heart pounding in my ears and I stupidly hoped he couldn’t hear it.

“Darling, I am a ball of dough in your hands. You can knead me and form me any way you’d like, and I’ll give you no resistance.”

“Pfft” I giggled and so did he.

At this, I felt like we were both at ease again.

I always admired his way of keeping things light.

“No, but, if you’d allow me, madam, to be serious,” he straightened up a bit then, “I suppose I was hoping that you’d find me in here. I was hoping that I could tell just you. You’ve got a way about you that everyone just finds trustworthy. I don’t know but there’s, there’s something about you...” He trailed off and laughed before he could finish, and I could see a faint blush of pink on his cheeks. “Sorry I-I ugh, I’m a bit sleep deprived. I’m just glad you’re here.”

I had never seen this side of him (or any side of him for that matter) though I knew it existed. Somewhere under the flirtatious, playboy persona he put out, I knew there was a genuine sweetness. I just wished I was more awake to really enjoy it.

Once the pain I was in wore off, my whole body felt heavy, like it was being pulled down with the full force of gravity, and the sway of the ship was less violent and more like the gentle rock of a cradle.

“You know, you don’t have to pretend with me.” I swept his bangs out of his eyes and kept my hand cupped around the side of his face. I hadn’t realised how blue his eyes were until now.

Even in the dull light, I could see every shade of blue there was swirling in them, like the ocean’s raging swell on a moonlit night. I saw the sleep in his eyes weighing him down too.

“You know this is the most words I’ve heard out of your mouth since I got here.”

He grinned sleepily, “well I’ve just been trying to find the right time to talk to you, my swan.”

I could feel my cheeks burn and I hoped he didn’t see the blush come over them.

“I didn’t think the right time would be 3am, me face planted and bruised in the kitchen, but here we are.”

“You are alright now, yeah?”

“Of course,” I scoffed, “I’m just sleepy. You look sleepy too.”

As if on cue, he yawned and leaned back on the bench.

“Yeah,” he said, “it’s super late. And Luffy wanted everyone to have a big breakfast tomorrow, you know with eggs, bacon, croissants, etc. Breakfast service is always the most important. But I just…” his voice trailed off again, but there was a hint of frustration this time.

“You just can’t sleep, like you cannot.”

“Yeah.”

“I get it,” I said, and I did, “the memories, they come back; more vividly, more real at night. It’s like it’s better to be awake than asleep. Like sleep causes you to relive the pain. Every moment, everything.”

“Y/n,” he said with concern in his voice, “what caused you pain, my love?”

My love.

Those words rang in my ears for some time, even now. Did he mean it?, I thought, maybe he feels the same?

Was all that flirting genuine or was he just being nice?

Was he just being Sanji?

It had been such a long, revealing night, but that stuck out to me and I couldn’t shake it.

He had been so open about his fears, not even the captain knew what he was telling me, I was sure of it.

So then, I kept thinking, why me?

If I didn’t mean something more, then why me?

While I was mulling all this over, I hadn’t noticed that I was leaning on his shoulder until he pulled me into a hug, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tightly, so that my face rested on his chest.

The slit in his poet shirt revealed his tanned skin underneath.

I boldly moved my hand up his chest and traced his freckles with my fingers.

He played with my hair.

Friends definitely didn’t do this.

“Let’s not talk about that now,” I whispered, “just close your eyes, okay? And Sanji?”

“Yes?”

“If you need a sous chef tomorrow morning, I’ll be there.”

I felt his soft laugh hum in his chest.

“Thank you, y/n. I’ll take you up on that.”

He buried his face in my hair as he continued to hug me and I felt his whole body relax.

In one night, the chef had shown me that there were more layers to this cake of a personality he had than I had fully anticipated, and all of them were deliciously sweet.

Delectable even.

And confusing.

As we slipped further into sleep, we had also unknowingly laid ourselves out on the bench, still tangled in each other's embrace, and sharing my shawl for warmth.

An embrace that was a little too close for friends.

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“We’re just friends, Nami,” I hissed, trying to restrain myself from yelling in her ear, “there’s nothing there! He-we- we’re just friends! There are no feelings, we are JUST friends.”

She found us in the morning and woke me up, leaving Sanji still asleep.

I flapped around our room, growling out my protests as I did, but it was no use.

She just sat there.

Just sat there.

Arms folded and tapping her toes.

With a huge smirk plastered across her face.

“Yeah, I bet you are.”

#opla sanji #opla sanji x fem!reader #opla sanji x reader #opla sanji x y/n #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #opla x reader #first person pov #vinsmoke sanji #sanji vinsmoke #sanji fanfic #sanji fanfiction #opla #one piece sanji #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece fanfic #actually down on my knees for this man 🙈🙇🏽‍♀️

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sirensvcubus · 10 months

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Daryl Dixon FanFic-Rough Hands

Relationship: Daryl x Reader

POV: First person

Where: Alexandria

When: First night

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For years I barley knew him, I respected him but he’s distant to everyone, I cant help but notice the scars on his back, and the fleeting look whenever family’s mention, for years Ive known Daryl but I know nothing about him nobody does. Daryls shy in a way, hiding his emotions and showing no sign of fear. I never thought to much about him. Until all I could do was think about him; Miss him and his touch, crave it even, but nobody could know… he couldn’t know. I had a school girl crush on Daryl Dixon.

I thought it would go away, just pent up energy in the apocalypse with no were to go, but it never did.

Life wasn’t about living but about surviving, Then we got to Alexandria.

Covered in blood and dirt we crawled are way into this surreal town frozen in the past, a past I barley knew.

Together on the cold hard floor of the living room huddled around like wild animals in a pack. That was the first night in Alexandria for our little group.

But not for me I chose to sleep next to him, where I felt most safe, especially in an unfamiliar place. I rolled on my side where I found you staring up at the ceiling not even trying to sleep.

He reeked covered in dirt and blood, his greasy long hair resting on his face covering those beautiful blue tired eyes.

He turned looking at me, the eye contact made me shutter in the dark.

“Like what you see” Daryl said.

“Always do” I smirked.

We always joked, but I never got to know him, which I desperately wanted.

“I don’t trust this, I want to but I’m scared”

“I’ll protect you, always do” He mimicked jokingly.

Wether it was sleep deprivation, dehydration, or a sudden boldness I felt covered by darkness; I reached out and laid my hand on his bicep.

“I feel safer when your around Daryl”

And I rested my eyes trying to look like id dazed off. I felt his arm twitch under my fingertips and after a few minutes past he rested his hand over mine.

His fingertips were rough and wide, yet I would take his touch over any smooth gentle hands.

I barley slept just laid there with my eyes closed feeling his arm, and his hand on mine. My thoughts raced all night. Maybe I could do far more than survive.

I woke up late in the afternoon, it felt like I hadn’t slept in months and truthfully I really hadn’t. Everyone was gone from the house as far as I could see. There was a pleasurable familiar feeling, which I deduced was the smell of a freshly brewed pot of coffee.

As I approached the kitchen I saw Daryl, showered and smelling of mint and sandalwood. His hair tucked behind his ears with the exception of a strand peeling over his eye like always, the one with the scar.

“Im sorry do I know you.” I said sarcastically.

“Whats that saying, early bird gets the worm? You would not be getting any worms today ma’am.” He said with an unfamiliar smile on his face, while holding out a cup of coffee.

His voice was rough and deep, with his withered accent. It was like hearing my favorite song play after years.

“Well I why would I need to when I have you to make me coffee.” I said, accepting the coffee with a warm smile.

We both sat on the living room floor leaning against the wall, sipping coffee glancing over at each-other; and occasionally making small talk.

You leaned your head up against the wall facing him. “Why do you always have this here?” I said wiping the strand of hair behind his ear.

He looked deep into my eyes glancing at my lips.

“Just how it falls I guess.” He mumbled with a shrug. “Who would wanna see my ugly ass face anyway.”

“Me, your face is beautiful, don’t even get me started on your eyes.” I smirked innocently.

“Don’t play with me girl.” His voice said in a deep grumble, looking away.

“Im not” I said sincere “not about this.” You said looking over at him as you pit your hand in his.

He slowly turned dazzling me with those dark blue eyes. He turned his hand with mine still on top of his and slid his fingers slowly between mine.

“Ok.” He said scanning my face, taking time to stop at my lips in his gaze.

He slid his other hand up my arm turning into me slowly as he made his way and stopped at my cheekbone pulling me in closer. I didn’t resist and ran my fingers through his hair shuffling onto him.

We kissed slow and passionately. Pulling my lip as he made his way carefully out of each kiss. It was warm and I felt a rush of excitement and joy. One kiss and already I was falling in love with him. He softly caressed my cheek with his rough hands and I could have died happily the next day as long as this was how I spent my last hours.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon fluff #twd fanfiction #twdfanfic #daryl #daryl / reader #daryl dixon x reader #first person pov #the walking dead #fanfiction #smut #story #netflix #popular fanfic

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thecaywild · 8 months

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Your morning POV

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mattybshoe · 16 days

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BF MATT | SNAPS | PT 3🏃‍♂️RAHH

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allldatcake · 1 year

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Fansly.com/alldatcake ♥️

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percyswhxre · 22 days

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the percabeth kiss, annabeth’s pov

a/n: i started this a while ago, so the beginning may not be the best. also it will switch from using capital letters to all lowercase (idk if that bothers anyone, just putting it out there). also this was not proofread!!

Annabeth’s POV:

“Hey” I said, sitting next to Percy on the bench in the dining pavilion. “Happy Birthday” I held out a cupcake with blue icing, and it looked very messy. Percy stared at me with confusion “What?” He said. “It’s august 18th, your birthday, right?” He looked surprised that I remembered, but then his shock turned to happiness as he smiled at me. “Make a wish” I told him. Instead, he asked “did you bake this yourself?” I smiled. “Tyson helped” I replied. “Oh that explains why it looks like a chocolate brick, with extra blue cement.” He said, laughing and smiling. I joined him, and this was the happiest we’ve been in a while, with the war and all that. He eventually stopped and blew out the candle on top of the “brick”. We split it and half and ate it. “You saved the world” I said. “We saved the world” he said, and I looked over at him, seeing the blue frosting on his face and the small smile he made after the last thing he said. “And Rachel is the oracle” I started “which means she won’t be dating anybody.” I smiled to myself, thinking maybe Percy would finally take his attention away from Rachel. “You don’t sound disappointed.” He said chuckling and grinning. I shrugged it off and said “oh, I don’t care.” “Uh-huh” was the next remark out of his mouth. “You got something to say to me, seaweed brain?” I laughed, raising my eyebrow. He did that cute thing where he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. “You’d probably kick my butt” he said, nervously showing that lopsided grin that I loved so much. “You know I’d kick your butt!” I said giggling (which was very unlike me) and punched his arm playfully. He licked the frosting off his lips and brushed the cake off of his hands. “When I was in the river styx, turning invulnerable,” he paused for a second looking at me “Nico said I had to concentrate on one thing that kept me anchored to the world, that made me want to stay mortal.” He stopped again, this time taking a longer pause. “Yeah?” I said, fighting the urge to look at him because I knew if I did, I would do something impulsive. “Then up on Olympus,” he continued “when they wanted to make me a god and stuff, I kept thinking-” I smirked and said “Oh you so wanted to!” “Well maybe a little,” a small blush started to creep across his cheeks “but I didn’t, because I thought I didn’t want things to stay the same for eternity, because things could always get better. And I was thinking…” he stopped, looking nervous. I turned fully and made eye contact with him “anyone in particular?” I asked, my voice soft as I was trying not to laugh. “You’re laughing at me!” He complained “I am not!” I said smiling. “You are so not making this easy!” Then I laughed softly, and looked him dead in the eyes as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I am never, ever going to make things easy for you Seaweed Brain, get used to it.” Then, feeling it was the right time, I leaned forward and kissed him. Not hard, but softly and gently. He didn’t do anything for a second or two, and I started to think I had made the wrong choice. Then, he started to kiss me back, slowly, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. It was the perfect moment and I wished it could last forever. But of course, as demigods, we never really get any peace. “Finally!” I heard someone yell, as Clarisse came into view, along with some other campers. “These love birds need to cool off!” Both me and Percy’s faces turned red, realising that all of them had just seen us kiss. “The canoe lake!” Connor Stoll yelled. Then, all the campers that were watching came out and picked us up and carried us down the hill. Thank the gods, they kept us close enough to hold hands. Percy and I started laughing, still bright red, as we were carried down the hill. We held hands until they threw us in the water. Then, Percy, being the son of Poseidon, made an air bubble for us at the bottom of the lake, which dried us off completely. he swam towards me and slowly wrapped his arms around my waist as i put my hands on his chest.

(i’m working on a part 2!)

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