Suna Called You Bro By Accident Once In Your Talking Stage And You Never Let Him Live It Down, Every

suna called you “bro” by accident once in your talking stage and you never let him live it down, every time he pisses you off you call him bro in retaliation and he hates it so much

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daryl dixon is a munch.

that man LOVES eating your pussy. everything about it makes him rock fucking hard; your moans, the way you tangle your hands in his hair when he licks and sucks your pulsing cunt, and how you wrap your thighs around his head ensuring he doesn’t stop. but he doesn’t stop, he keeps going. his face is between your legs for 10 minutes, 30 minutes, hell sometimes even hours. he just can’t get enough.

daryl dixon also likes to fuck.

he loves watching your eyes roll to the back of your skull while he pounds into you, hips rutting into your core with his big hands manhandling your thighs. he always makes you feel good. always paying special attention to your sensitive little bud.

“feels so good, daryl.” you’d say.

“doin’ s’good f’me, baby.”

he loves praising you. you’re always so good for him. your cunt is a prison, and his cock is the prisoner; except he won’t be bailing out.

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blind date with !dilf nanami where he is just such a gentleman; bringing you flowers, kissing your hand, listening when you talk and asking questions. ...that is until you get into bed with him and he's spitting in your mouth while he pulls on your hair, his thick cock ramming into your slick hole. he's so filthy with it too; he tells you every detail about how your pussy is gripping him like a vice, how your juices drip down his shaft. he tells you how much of a dirty whore you are for taking his cock so easily on the first date. but as soon as you both come down from your climaxes, he goes right back to his gentleman persona, telling you how he didn't mean anything he said and how much of an angel you are.

Marry Me?

Chan didn't care about anything at the moment, except you that is. The way you fit perfectly in his arms, the mold of you curving perfectly where he held you, like you were the missing puzzle piece.

He hadn't even noticed when he had started crying, but he came to when he felt you move to cup his cheeks.

"What's wrong, baby?" You pout slightly, your brow furrowed, and God, your voice.

"Can I keep you?" He sniffs, chuckling at how pathetic he sounded.

"Hm?" You smile, running your fingers through his hair.

"Like forever, you can't leave." You exhale through your nose and shrug.

"Sounds good to me." He smiles and pulls your head back to lay on his shoulder, his arms tightening around your waist. His hands dip under your shirt, rubbing leisure circles on your hips with his thumbs.

An hour passes by before either of you talk again.

"..I'm gonna marry you." Chan says, making you hum, blissfully.

"I can't wait." He smiles, pressing a kiss to your hair. You close your eyes again, relaxing into his calming presence. You're confused when you feel his hands pushing something onto your finger, lifting your head up to see a ring on your ring finger. You blink a few times before looking at Chan.

"You.."

"Marry me?"

desperately need to ride him in the backseat of his car and ask him ‘what are we’ in between kisses. i need him to tell me ‘we’re just friends’ and i’ll nod in agreement, swallowing the lump in my throat and blinking back hot tears. but friends don’t get jealous when they see another guy flirting with their supposed ‘girl best friend.’ friends don’t feel the need to pull you away from other people and act hostile and bitter towards you afterwards out of anger, simultaneously refusing to let you out of their sight out of fear that you’ll find someone else to be “friends” with. friends don’t roughly fuck you against their mattress and purposefully leave bruises and marks along the visible parts of your skin. friends don’t beg you to not look or touch anyone else that isn’t them as they cum inside of you. friends don’t clench their jaw and look away after you ask them post-sex why they acted like you were theirs, when after all, the two of you are just friends.

Needs To Be Perfect | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Thank you @lazyneonrabbitt for the idea!

“M'tellin' ya, Dog, it has to be perfect. I can't mess it up. She ain't gon' say yes if it ain't a hundred percent perfect.”

You stopped your descend down the stairs, hiding your body behind the wall as you heard your partner's voice fill the air. You had temporarily left just to go grab something from your room, and it appeared to you that Daryl had decided to have a heart-to-heart with his furry companion in your absence. And apparently, the aforementioned heart-to-heart included something he was planning for you. Saying that your interest was peaked would be an understatement.

You could hear Dog let out a small bark, as if trying to communicate with his owner. “Yeah, s'wha' m'thinkin'. She's perfect, so she deserves the damn best proposal ever.”

You could feel your heart stop, yet speed up at the same time. Proposal? Daryl was planning on proposing? How long had he been wanting to do that? And why did he ever think you'd say no? He could propose to you with one of his bike's wheel nuts in a sewer and you'd say yes with zero hesitation. That's how much you loved your partner.

“M'thinkin'a takin' her out on my bike to tha' lake we found way back when. S'one'a her favourite spots. Maybe I can set up a picnic or somethin'.” Daryl stopped and let out a deep sigh. “Nah, tha's too cliche. She ain't any ordinary person. She deserves better than tha'. Bein' proposed to while on a picnic. S'been done way too many times already.”

You smiled to yourself as your grip on the book—the thing you had left to go grab from your room—tightened. Your heart was attempting to pound out of your ribcage. So you hadn't misheard him. Your partner and love of your whole life was planning on making it official. He was planning on putting a ring on your finger. He wanted you to be his wife. You felt like crying from happiness, but you knew that if you did, Daryl would be alerted to your knowledge of his plans. No, you wouldn't spoil this for him by letting him know that you knew.

“Wha' 'bout takin' her huntin' and proposin' to her like tha'?” As if disliking the idea, Dog let out a growl. “Well, wha' do ya suggest I do, then?!” Daryl exclaimed in frustration, before stopping and letting out another sigh. “Wha' have I come to? Talkin' to a dog 'bout things it ain't ever gon' be able to help me with. M'slippin' badly,” Daryl mumbled to himself. “I jus'... M'terrified, Dog. I dun' wanna screw it up. I dun' know what I'll do if she says no.”

Your heart broke at the sound of the evident fear in the archer's voice. You knew that this fear stemmed from years of mistreatment. Daryl didn't believe that he deserved you, and he was scared of the day you'd walk out on him—a day that would never come. So, you vowed to yourself you'd ensure that he wouldn't doubt himself. You'd subtly ensure him that whatever he decided to do as his proposal, you'd say yes regardless. He deserved to have that clarity.

You stomped your foot on the stair once, loud enough so that Daryl could hear and think that you were just bounding down the stairs. You walked down the remaining few steps and walked into the living room, book in hand. Daryl looked up at you with raised eyebrows and widened eyes, clearly being afraid of being caught planning something big. You knew, of course, but you wouldn't tell him.

“Sorry it took forever to come back,” you apologized, raising the book for him to see. “This took me a while to find. Did I miss anything?”

Daryl let out a small sigh of relief, and you had to refrain from chuckling. “Nah, nothin' important. Jus' havin' a lil' conversation with Dog,” he told you, falling back on the couch and patting his bare chest as a way to tell you he expected more cuddles—cuddles that were interrupted earlier due to your need to find the book.

You smiled and climbed onto the couch, settling snuggly against him and opening the book. “He say anything interesting?”

Daryl snorted as his eyes drifted to the animal that rested on the floor near the couch. “Nah.” He wrapped his arms around you and placed a tender kiss to the top of your head. “Ya gon' read to me now or not?”

“In a minute.” You looked at Daryl and gave him a small smile. You admired his features, from the dip of his nose to the curve of his lips, his beautiful ocean coloured eyes, everything. Everything about this man was beautiful to you. “You're stunning, Daryl.” Daryl scoffed and shook his head, but you cut him off before he could say anything. “It's true. Don't even try to fight me on this. You're stunning. You're kind, you're smart, you're brave, and you're the most selfless person I've ever met. I'm so lucky I get to tell everyone that you're the love of my life. I'm so lucky that I get to spend my life with you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.”

Daryl hesitated for a moment, before sending you a small smile. “Yeah? Ya dun' mind spendin' yer life with me?”

You shook your head. “Not at all.” You leaned down and pressed a soft, tender kiss to his lips before pulling back. “I love you, Daryl Dixon.”

“And I love ya. So fuckin' much.”

And with that, some of Daryl's worries got soothed. He was still freaking out over what he would do for a proposal, but he felt a little better knowing that you didn't intend on leaving him anytime soon. You were the light of Daryl's existence.

And he planned on keeping you in his life for the rest of his days.

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