#jilly 🍬

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Daryl being pissed off and antsy because he has a minor injury (sprained ankle or something dumb like that) and can’t go out scavenging so instead he keeps you in your shared bedroom and has his way with you <3333 if you try to leave to do something else he tells you that you have to stay because he has to do something or it’ll drive him crazy and what better way to pass the time than with you

PLZPLZPLZPLZ when you get up to leave in the morning he catches you around your waist and says in a low sleepy murmur “where you goin’?”

“Was gonna go see if—“

“Don’t,” he cuts you off. “Stay here.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Daryl, I’ve been here for nearly twelve hours. I should go… I don’t know, make myself useful.”

“You are bein’ useful.” He sits up, kissing your neck, shifting you so you’re laying on your back again and he can hover above you. “Keepin’ me from losing my mind in this damn room.”

You smile up at him and he leans down to kiss you, hungry but slow with lingering fatigue. After a few moments he pulls away, reaching down to hime up your tank top.

“And what do you want me to tell everyone when they ask where I’ve been for the past two days?”

“It don’t matter,” he grunts out, working your sleep shorts down now. “Long as I get to keep fuckin’ this pussy, y’can tell them whatever y’want.”

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Hi,

🍬treat: Euphemia and Fleamont finding out about Jilly

Please

For many reasons, James did not want to tell his parents about Lily. He was going to list them all now, just for the sake of it.

Firstly, this relationship with Lily was new, and it felt like a precious jewel was lodged in his throat whenever he called it a relationship, because would it last, or would he have to let it go, cough it up, lose the jewel and pretend he’d never had it in the first place? Because it was something small, delicate, and if he made it something big, then would Lily slip between his fingers? Would she get fed up with James’s tendency to blow everything out of proportion?

Secondly, he’d never actually told his parents about his life-long love for Lily… James had vociferously declared his dedication at school, but with his parents… it just never came up? Or James never brought it up. They’d probably think he was too young. His parents had met in their thirties, the acceptable age, in their opinion, for finding romance, if one wanted it. Before that, it was about focusing on goals, to achieve one’s dreams, to get a job and love it. They encouraged James to chase his aspirations, find something he was passionate about and work for it. What was important wasn’t romance, but forging strong friendships and discovering a world of personal creation. Of course, James agreed. Family, friendship and self-love definitely came before any type of romance, but was it naive of him to want the type of love he had for Lily, too? What if he was too young? That was why he yelled about it in school, daring people to challenge him, wondering if he was being brave or stupid. He was immature about it, wasn’t he? What if he wasn’t sincere?

That was the third reason. James didn’t know how to tell people, honestly, that what he felt was true. He covered it up with a mask of bravado, arrogant claims and swaggering strides, but he wanted to be able to say it without all of that, to bear his heart and tell it fully: I’m in love with Lily Evans. Without all the extra theatrics, without making it showy in an attempt to be off-handedly careless about it, it was the truth, and why couldn’t he say it like that?

Fourth reason, James and Lily hadn’t even said ‘I love you.’ James was pretty certain that Lily thought the previous times that James had announced his love, before they were dating or had even been friends, were attention-seeking, exaggerated lies. Really, James didn’t know how to say ‘I love you’ without it coming off as false. So, Lily probably didn’t think he loved her just yet, and she definitely did not love him.

Fifth, they were taking things slow, and James needed to tone it down, tamp down on his excitement about it, because it wouldn’t be right for him to gush, and every time James spoke, he gushed. Therefore, he would have to keep his mouth shut, and he couldn’t tell his parents.

James reminded himself of this list as he counted down the minutes for his friends to arrive at his house for the end-of-year summer party, recounting their time at Hogwarts in the orange sunset of his family’s garden, the last moments of them acting like they were still kids in their seventh year, messing around before they had to be adults. Lily would be coming, and they would act like friends, even though they were dating, and James was bursting about it. They’d agreed to keep their relationship on the low, and James vowed to follow through with that.

“Prongs!” Sirius barrelled into his room. “How do I look?” They gave James a spin, rambling, “I went with Pa down to the forest to collect ingredients, but then a bunch of Bubotubers squirted pus all over us! And when we came back, there were only ten minutes to get ready for the party! So,” Sirius leaned dangerously close to James’s face and solemnly looked him in the eye. “Do I stink?”

James sniffed dramatically, excessively wrinkling his nostrils and heaving his chest. For a very long moment, he deliberated, and with a sigh, he morosely admitted, “Yes.”

Sirius whacked his head, and proceeded to tackle him, pushing him off the bed and to the floor, “Potter, don’t lie to me, I cannot smell like a Bubotuber, and this isn’t even vanity, this is basic hygiene!” they threatened, wrestling with James’s limbs.

Countering Sirius’s attacks, James laughed, “Fine, fine, you don’t stink!” And to benevolently prove it, James wrapped an elbow around Sirius’s head and pulled them to his chest, inhaling their hair loudly and sighing contentedly, “Ah, bliss.”

“Gerroff,” Sirius mumbled indignantly, though they made no attempt to move.

“You get off,” James retorted.

“No, you—”

“Sirius! James!” Euphemia called.

“Your friends are here!” Fleamont followed up giddily. “I’m gonna say hi!”

“Wait, Pa—” James leaped off the ground and hurtled down the stairs, Sirius rushing down right beside him.

“I want to let them in!” James and Sirius cried simultaneously, turning to grin at each other.

“I will,” Sirius tilted their head smugly.

“No, me—”

“Remus! Peter!” Fleamont beamed, opening the door and wrapping them in a hug without warning, and Peter was so short that he was completely engulfed by Fleamont’s chest, while Remus’s head awkwardly jutted out above Fleamont’s shoulder, his eyes bulging out of his sockets as he looked at James and Sirius with an expression of absolute shock and confusion.

Euphemia snorted, patted Remus’s gawkily protruding head, smiled, “It’s a pleasure to see you both,” and again, gave no warning as she joined the embrace. Following suit with their family, James and Sirius crashed right into the hug as well.

The doorbell rang, and in a flash, Sirius was swinging the door open, “Marlene! Mary! Lily! Dorcas!”

James also skidded to Sirius’s side, smiling goofily at his friends, “Hi!” He looked at Lily, and she looked at him, and James desperately wanted to freeze this moment in time, cling to the second that her eyes met his, bright and intense in the way they pinned him to the spot, holding his gaze in place as if they were channelling physical beams of light into his retinas, sending the heat coursing down his spine, from the top of his head to the tips of his feet, soldering him to the ground. Lily broke away, turning to wave in her adorable way at his parents.

Sighing dreamily, James allowed his feet to give way, for his body to slump into Sirius’s shoulder beside him.

Sirius raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “I thought you were keeping it on the low?” they muttered.

“We are,” James sighed again. “We just looked at each other, all people do that.”

“Right,” Sirius snorted. “So you definitely weren’t eye-shagging?” they snarked. Before James could refute that, Sirius shoved James off their shoulder, grabbing his hand and tugging him into the garden, where all their friends and family slouched over sun loungers and patio chairs.

“Bliss,” Sirius collapsed onto the grass, lying with a hand over their eyes as they smiled in the face of the evening sun.

“Glorious,” James added, sinking into the soft grass next to Sirius.

“Toffs,” Lily mumbled under her breath, and James looked up to see her in the deck chair beside his head, the soles of her sandals hovering near his sprawled-out hair.

He beamed at her dopily, tilting his face upside down to stare at her, mouthing, But I’m your toff.

She kicked him lightly with her sandal, and he turned his head to avoid her wrath, bursting into laughter. He didn’t miss her slight blush, and he glimpsed the way she smiled at him fondly. This was probably the best James had ever felt. Definitely the best, actually.

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward, hands steepled beneath his chin in a vaguely conspiratorial sort of way. He looked pointedly between Dorcas and Marlene. “Are you two… lovers?” he asked solemnly.

Marlene blinked from her position in Dorcas’s lap, before a lazy grin took over her face. “Aye, sir,” she saluted. Jabbing a finger at Dorcas, “We’re lovers, you heard him.”

Dorcas made a face, contradictory to the affectionate way they pulled Marlene further into their chest, “Looks like we have to be.”

“Oh!” Euphemia and Fleamont squealed simultaneously, clinging to each other.

“Young love,” Euphemia sighed reminiscently, clutching a hand to her chest.

James raised an eyebrow, “I thought you two married when you were thirty-five.”

Fleamont gasped, also clutching his chest, “Are you implying that we’re old?!”

“Yes,” Sirius shot James a mocking side-eye. “He was.”

“I can’t believe this!” Euphemia cried.

“Sirius, this is why you’re our favourite!” Fleamont waved a hysterical finger at Sirius, and Sirius caught it between their hands, nodding in understanding as they squeezed it compassionately.

James rolled his eyes. “S’okay, I’m Remus’s favourite.”

Remus didn’t look up from his book.

James sighed, “Well, I’ve been replaced by a book.”

“You would be my favourite,” Peter offered sympathetically. “But I’m really loving Monty’s cheese rolls.”

Fleamont perked up and gave Peter a high-five.

“You’d never be my favourite,” Mary stated bluntly. “And Effie’s cakes are always on top.”

“Wiser words were never spoken,” Euphemia pulled Mary into a hearty headlock.

Mary rolled her eyes, but leaned into Euphemia’s arms regardless. She cast a glance at Marlene and Dorcas, before immediately looking away and concluding, “And they’re each other’s favourites.”

That left only one option. James rolled over to face Lily, sitting up on his elbows and batting his eyelashes, “Lily, am I your favourite?”

Lily looked at him consideringly. Eventually, she decided, “Maybe.” Then she smirked, “For certain things, yes.”

James’s lips parted, and a flush seeped beneath his skin. “Oh…”

“So,” Fleamont leaned forward once again, this time eyeing James and Lily. “Are you two…”

In the middle of Fleamont’s dramatic pause for suspense, James checked Lily’s expression. She seemed relaxed, lips curving upwards as they dimpled her cheeks. Okay? she mouthed.

James nodded vigorously.

“…Lovers?” Fleamont finished.

Euphemia whacked her husband upside the head. “No, they’re clearly a pair of unwashed pyjamas,” she snarked.

Fleamont raised his arms in surrender, “My bad.” He looked closely at James and Lily, “So, how long have you two been unwashed for?”

Well, James’s face had already been bright red. By now, it must’ve exploded off his skull due to overheating.

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Thinking about soft Daryl (what else is new with me though) worshipping you in the kitchen when you make him dinner because he can’t fathom that he has a pretty little girlfriend doting on him

“You makin’ dinner?” daryl asks as he steps into the kitchen. You catch the barely there surprise in his ever gruff voice, knowing him well enough by now to pick up on his subtle tone shifts. You turn to him, smiling.

“Mhm! Got some green beans from the pantry, mashed up some of the potatoes that Hilltop sent over, ‘n cooked up some more of that deer y’brought back Thursday.”

He walks up to you, putting his hands on your hips. “How long till it’s done?”

“Hm… twenty minutes?”

“Good. Tha’s enough time.”

“Enough time for wh-“ your question stops short when Daryl sinks to his knees in front of you, lifting the sundress he’d found for you on a run up past your hips. Your breath hitches.

“Gotta thank y’for bein’ so good to me somehow.” He murmurs. You grip the dress for him, allowing him to tug your panties down your legs for you to step out of. “Lean against the counter, pretty.” He instructs, coaxing your thighs apart, glancing up at you to make sure you’re braced against the stable surface before diving into your pussy.

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I am now thinking of dry humping with Daryl therefore I have to make you think about dry humping with Daryl

It’s clothes washing day which means the two of you are just hanging around in your underwear and he always wants you sitting in his lap (although he argues that it’s you who always has to be in lap) and you just start absentmindedly moving on top of him

“Quit that,” he mumbles around his cigarette when you squirm in his lap, innocently trying to get comfortable.

“Quit what?” You ask genuinely, furrowing your brows. He narrows his eyes.

“That.” He gives you a once over. “Tryin’ to get me worked up.”

“Oh…” you grin, swiveling your hips like you had before. “Like this? This is gettin’ you worked up?”

He groans softly at the feeling of your barely clothed body grinding against his lap. “Told you to quit it.” He ignores your taunting question. You hum, plucking his cigarette from his lips and leaning down to kiss him.

“Bet I could make you cum like this.” You murmur against his lips. You know you’re right when his eyes flit up to yours and his pupils are blown wide

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The way I can’t stop thinking about Daryl now. Like I always knew he was grumpy soft because of how he is with Beth and carol but just being holed up in a run down shack with him and being needy and begging him to just cuddle with you because it’s so damn cold and him begrudgingly letting you because you get all happy and touchy

plz after much prodding he grumbles “fine,” and lifts his arm for you to snuggle in. “Jus’ so you quit your whinin’”

You smile as you nuzzle into his chest, letting out a happy sigh and idly tracing shapes on his stomach “Sure it ain’t cause you secretly like to snuggle?”

“Shut up”

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I LOVE HER 😭😭

🍒 jj plz 🤲🏻

Yes yes yes

Although tbh I prefer liaison JJ over profiler JJ 🙈 but I couldn’t find any good tik toks of her then

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Hi I haven’t been here in awhile but you reminded me of my love for Daryl and I just wanna say he’d be such a softie with you no matter how hard he tries to act tough

no bc he’s literally the softest man he just never admits it!!! you can see how sweet he is in the way he’s constantly watching you, studying you to make sure you’re content, the way he immediately notices when anything’s off. the way he comes back from runs with silly little knick knacks for you stuffed in his pockets— things like glitter pens and nail polishes and paperweights, stuff that he’d consider crap but that he grabs just because they might bring a smile to your face 🥹 he’d do anything for you, and that he’ll admit sometimes, because he says it to mean he’d kill for you, and he thinks that’s still tough of him. but you know anything also means bringing you glitter pens :’))

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this scene made me so sad carl never laughs at rick’s jokes and it’s honestly the most tragic part of the show 😔

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I’m so glad it’s not just me that doesn’t like Negan. I think Jeffery Dean Morgan is hot but I had to stop watching twd because his story line was annoying me and I missed Glenn

yeah i def think i’m gonna have to stop when they give him his dumbass redemption arch. i just cant picture maggie and the others not straight up killing him the second they have the chance, it just seems so nonsensical

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I just saw this and nearly died

plz the thought of norman cursing on set and this little girl being like “you owe me money” is so fucking funny

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Season 7 😭 I just don’t like the plot line and I’ve heard it gets better after the main part of it is over but it just kept pissing me off

hmm i see 🤔🤔 i’ll be curious how i feel abt it once i’m there

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The way you and @gxtitobxby are making me want to watch twd again even though the season I’m on is annoying the shit out of me 😭😭😭 but Daryl and Rick are so hot

what season are u on?? i’m sure it starts to go downhill with how long its gotten and im not excited :(( i may not finish it bc i dont like seeing good shows get bad 🤔

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🎀 how about this with Remus 🥺🥺

“C’mere, wanna give you a kiss” you pull him over and lean down to kiss his forehead, making him chuckle

“You’re so sweet, bunny. My turn” he grabs your face in his big hands, squishing your cheeks, and pulls you down to give your forehead a big kiss with an exaggerated “muah!”, heart swelling when you giggle

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🛏 jaskier convincing you to ignore responsibilities and stay with him?

“I have things to get done.”

“Right… okay, counter idea. And hear me out on this.” Jaskier looks at you seriously “You stay here, and we lay in bed all day.”

“Jask,” you laugh “I can’t just-“

“You could! Who’s gonna stop you, hm? Come on, I know you want to. It’s just one lazy day.”

“Fine.” You smile, crawling into bed with him “You’re very persuasive”

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I can’t believe you hit 10k 😭 so proud of you 💕💕💕

How about hello kitty for Derek Morgan and blueberry/strawberry/any fruit you can find picking?

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Not me immediately running to my nsfw blog to look for posts to send you for dialogues

How about something based on this with Daddy Hotch 😵‍💫

plzzzz 😵‍💫😵‍💫 he’s helping you put them on and as he pulls them up he sees your thigh and ass jiggle

“Look at that, sweetheart” he’s smirking, eyes trained on the supple flesh “Look how pretty you are.” He reaches down to grip the fat of your thigh, giving it another little jiggle “I can’t wait to leave bruises here tonight”