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sugarakis-p2 · 2 years

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Happy Birthday from Tenko!

Shigaraki just wants to get back to the hideout when he bumps into his old crush. His babysitter from when he was Tenko. You feel so familiar, so friendly to him, as you chat about your upcoming birthday, even though he can't remember you he wants you. You recognizes him right away but he appears to be dating a teen. Shigaraki is not going to let you walk out of his life.

Warning: Non/con stalking Shigaraki. Chubby darling, cake eating, tit licking, size kink, deflowering, older woman/younger man, bad words, specific mc body type, etc. too tired

“Pllllleeeeeaaaaaaasssseee, Tomura-Kun,” Toga begged.

“No! It’s early, no money, and nothing is open. Quit bothering me,” Shigaraki growled at Toga. He hated being alone with her. She’s like an annoying little sister.

“But I’m hangry. Oh, I can get us money,” She said, skipping off after a guy. Shigaraki didn’t notice until she ran up beside him, short of breath with a fistful of bloody yen. He stares at the little psycho.

“What? I didn’t like him enough to kill him. Now can we get something to eat?” Toga whined until he agreed. The only place open was a bakery. Even this early, there was still a customer taking their sweet time. He really hated this. Toga shoved the wade of bloody money in his pocket and ran to wash up.

While waiting for the customer to stop jabbering, he looked at her plump round ass. He was almost hypnotized by it. He was starting to have lewd thoughts about biting and smacking it. Her hair is long and silken. He isn’t the type to hold back, but even he was surprised when he thought there was something familiar about her and leaned in close.

“I got the order, miss. Does your boyfriend want anything?” The cashier asked.

“Boyfriend? What boyfriend?” She turned to see Shigaraki holding a lock of hair to his nose, pressing the silken dark chocolate strands to his cracked lips, inhaling deeply with hooded lids. She smells like sunshine and warm fresh linen. She yelps and jerks away. Freezing when she gets a good look at his face.

“T-t-t-tenko? Tenko Shimura? Is that you?” She asked suddenly near his face on tiptoe. Close enough to kiss those pretty lips. Her large doe eyes roam over him, warm and brown, before giving him the broadest brilliant smile he has ever seen. Her soft features made his heart race. She is an earthen goddess, very exotic, and she only has eyes for him at this moment.

His eyes can’t help but dart down to her small perky chest. He bet he could fit a whole one in his mouth. Her voluminous soft round curves. He wanted to touch her tanned skin. Something about her felt so familiar. Tenko is not a name he has heard in a long time. He vaguely remembers a young girl like you saying it.

“Have we met?” He wonders aloud.

“It's me! Your old babysitter. Oh my, you’ve really grown. Look how tall you’ve gotten. Your eyes and hair are a different color,” You nervously tittered as he loomed. Devouring you with his gaze. God, he wants to rail you so bad. You are so cute and soft looking, chubby and curvy in all the right ways. He wants to sink into you and get lost.

“It’s me, Tenko. What have you been up to?” He attempts awkward conversation. What he really wants to know is where you live. He feels like a predator that has locked onto prey and wants an easy hunt. Catch you relaxed and vulnerable. You chuckled and flipped your hair.

“I haven’t seen you since I was ten. Wow, Tenko. Well, I worked aboard for the past three years, but I’m back now. Oh, I’ve been back for about four months, just in time for my birthday in a week. That’s one of the things I was doing here, ordering my birthday cake while I picked up the office’s coffee order. By the way, what are you doing in the nex-,” You were saying. Talking to him casually like an old friend when Toga walked up.

“What are we ordering? Did you order?” Toga asked him. He saw it on your face, the puzzled, repulsed expression as your eyes darted from Toga back to him. You were about to invite him to your birthday, he just knows it, and Toga ruined it. He was itching to decay Toga. She ordered for them making it worse, “Two coffees. And a dozen honey almond cookies with green tea frosting.”

“Oh, is this your girlfriend?” You asked him. Your voice dripping with disgust.

“What this? Hell no,” he says, quickly shoving Toga away from him.

“Hey, what the hell TS? You need extra sugar in your coffee. See if it makes you sweeter, meanie,” Toga whined, sticking her tongue out at him.

“So, how do you two know each other?” You asked with a cocked brow.

“Coworker!”

“Big brothers club!” They answered at once. He is going to choke Toga. Your face fell more. He could feel it. A wall had just been bricked up between the two of you.

“Right. Well, it was nice seeing you again. I should get this order to work,” you said flatly.

“Wait, we should exchange num-fuck!” he rasped as you hurriedly walked out of his life. He gave Toga a death stare while he paid with the bloody crumpled Yen dropped on the counter in front of the cashier.

“I get nose bleeds,” Toga says flatly.

“Yeah, gushers,” Shigaraki gravels. The cashier looked disturbed but took the money and told them to have a nice day. Shigaraki turns to leave with his coffee, enraged he can’t see you on the street. The sun is coming up, and soon it will be too crowded for them. Toga follows cheerfully, sipping coffee. He is about to unleash his fury on her when she giggles at him.

“You are so obvious Tomura-Kun. So, that’s your type, huh? I bribed the cashier. Here’s the receipt. She paid with the company card and picks up coffee for the office at the same time daily,” Toga smirks. He snatches the receipt, shoving it in his pocket, he'll get the address off it later. He desperately wanted to look at it, but they needed to get going.

“Good job, you creepy little stalker. Give me a cookie,” he demands.

The following week you are plagued with bad luck. You just feel this menacing vibe that you are constantly being watched. It got to the point you are thinking about getting an exorcism. Things in your house seemed to move around. Has your food been missing? Where is all your underwear? It doesn’t matter, you won’t need them for tonight.

You have a special birthday date with Fujisawa-san. He is so handsome and has been asking you out for months. You finally decided to grace him with your presence. You’re going to a fancy sushi place, drink sake, fuck his brains out and eat cake.

You look at yourself in the mirror. Admiring how this dress highlights all the right parts. When you get older, you don’t need a huge party. You are the party. You are going to get rid of your virginity. It wasn’t like you were saving it for anything special. It just never seemed to happen. The guys you picked turned out to be jerks, or you felt too nervous about being naked in front of them. Fujisawa-san seemed nice, and it’s not like you’re getting younger. Might as well say fuck it and enjoy yourself. You put on your lipstick and make your way to the restaurant.

A dark figure with a bag unlocks the back door as you leave through the front. He has been watching you for a week for this moment. Shigaraki tosses his bag under your bed. That’s going to be a part of his birthday present for you. Nothing irks him more than the thought that you were going to ask him on a date but changed your mind because of Toga. Shigaraki has some time. He goes through his rituals. Shifting and sniffing through your dirty underwear and pocketing his favorite.

Rooting through your frig. Hoping there is something you have taken a bite of. Shigaraki saw the box for your small personal cake. He takes a quick peek. The scent of spring peaches and natural vanilla makes his mouth water. He is going to have so many peaches in his mouth today. He licks your clit stimulators. Disappointed you clean them every time.

He moves on to your makeup. Pulling out the shade you used. Popping off the top to lick it and kiss the stick that has touched your lips. He swears he tastes a little of you on it. He shudders and sighs in longing. This indirect kiss isn’t enough. Shigaraki’s cell pings. He checks it. He better start getting ready. Turns out your date ended early.

You sat across from Fujisawa-san and wondered what the hell happened to him. He was not acting the same. Fujisawa immediately sat down and started eating. It was like he hit his head because he was rude and insulting.

“Are you feeling ok?” you asked after a half hour of awkward conversation and only received head nods or grunts.

“Yeah, fine. Is something wrong with you?” Fujisawa snapped back. Oh boy, you must have been mistaken about Fujisawa. You drank all the sake. When you both reached for the last piece of sushi, he leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t you think you’ve had enough? You gained weight, haven’t you?”

The smack you landed on his cheek rang out in the restaurant. You will not be humiliated on your birthday like this. You thought he was a good man, but he taught you a lesson. You feel like crying as you hail a cab. Across the street, Mr. Compress texts Shigaraki letting him know Toga did a perfect job.

“Seems like a lot of work to get the creeper laid,” Dabi saws watching your date crumble into ash.

“Normally, I would agree. However, Toga and Shigaraki have hobbies. Indulging them keeps them stable with us. I enjoyed performing that sleight of hand and lifting her keys,” Compress response. Dabi lights a cigarette with a corpse and shakes his head.

Shigaraki waited for you to come home in the bedroom closet shirtless. He didn’t have to wait long before he heard you stomp into your apartment. Tossing your purse across the room. Snatching up a pillow and screaming in it. Red face and full of fury.

A beautiful sight to him. But just about anything you do that makes you wiggle provocatively, he likes. You yank off the dress and toss that too. Damn, Toga must have really let loose. No panties as you go into the bathroom to wipe off your makeup.

You wear your oversized nightshirt, turn off the lights and crawl onto your bed. This is perfect. He is about to slip out when a buzzing sound fills the room. He stops and watches, letting his eyes adjust. He sees your hand working a vibrator over your clit.

Shigaraki’s red eyes are transfixed, watching your plump lips wrap around the toy, your clit engorged. Your sweet little noises mix with the buzz. He’s growing painfully hard as he watches your pussy get sloppy wet, glistening with juices that start to drip on the blankets. Your eyes are closed as your head lolls to the side, rocking with your body as you hump the toy.

Shigaraki is at his damn limit. He slips out and slowly pulls his bag out. You are so busy you don't notice him until you feel the bed sink under his weight. Your eyes shoot open, and you open your mouth to scream, only to have some fabric violently shoved past your lips with a large hand clamped over your mouth. You flail, trying to kick and hit. There is a metal click around one wrist and then a forceful capture of your other wrist. Handcuffing you to your headboard.

“Behave yourself,” a voice gravels above you, eerily calm. Three fingers digging harshly into your cheeks. You stop struggling when you recognize the voice. It takes you a moment to focus on the face. But it’s him, Tenko.

“Temo?” you mumble. His feral manic expression softens.

“Yeah, it’s me. Happy birthday, birthday girl. You left before I could get your number. That was rude. But I still found you so I'll forgive you. I will take my hand away, but you have to promise not to scream. If you scream, I will hurt you,” he says. Playing with your chest over your shirt, tweaking your nipple before gripping your front with all five fingers. You jerked and squeaked when it turned to dust. He brushes the remains of the shirt away with the back of his hand. He had practiced this move just for this moment. One of his many gifts to you.

“Do you believe me?” he asks coldly. You nod your head frantically. He pulls your panties out of your mouth and pockets them again, “I want to give you a birthday present. I’m going to help you finish what you were doing.”

You whimper as he shifts, leaning over the bed to pick up something. You start to struggle again to no avail. You don't want his present. But the handcuffs are sturdy. He pulls the cake up from under the bed and places it between your legs. You tremble, your heart pounding so hard it’s impossible to think. You can taste the saltiness of your tears as they trickle down and dance on your tongue. Shigaraki dips his fingers in the frosting with an evil smile. His eyes dance with wicked thoughts as he watches you squirm.

“T-t-tenko, please don’t. I’m sorry about the misunderstanding. I-I-I,” you start to say when you flinch at his touch. Spreading frosting on your nipples while ignoring what your saying. In a panic, you blurt out, “What will your girlfriend think?”

Smile faltering, he moved the cake aside and shook his head.

“I told you she wasn’t my girlfriend. We’re criminals. I couldn’t say she’s my killing buddy, now could I? See, you are giving me that pretty wide-eyed look of fear. If you had done that in the bakery, I would have bent you over the counter and ravaged this tasty body,” he growled, looming over you with his tongue lolling. You squealed and tried to squirm from his mouth, aggressively coming towards your chest.

He found this game amusing. Like you could escape, it was adorable and pathetic, just how he likes you.

“Nom!” he snorts when he captures your breast. Attempting to suck the whole thing in his mouth. You shriek in terror. He growls like a rabid dog, threatening to bite it off like an apple if you shriek again, grazing with his teeth to be sure you understood. You understand and shake in terror as he slurps and sucks at your breasts. Cock rubbing on your thigh. It's hot and heavy, scary even through the pants.

Kneading them like dough, cautious with his fingers while he played with your tits. He licks all the frosting off, moving to the other breast. Tweaking and pinching your nipples until they peek and pebble under his tongue. When he is done, he sits up and licks the rest of the frost from his fingers.

“Peaches and cream. Mmmm, soft and warm,” he beams. He watches you as he frees his beast of a cock. Letting it hit your belly. You yelp in fear, jerking and trying to back away. It’s hot, huge, and keeps growing the longer you look at it. You think of it as a monster that could easily terrorize a village of virgins. It’s too big for the first time. The thought of it going inside you makes you sob.

“Open for me,” he barks, gripping your thighs and pulling you back to him.

“No! No! Please, I’m still a virgin, and that’s too big. You will never fit, Ten,” you cry.

“Virgin? Never had a virgin before. Calm down. I’ve watched enough porn to know this will fit. You are already wet, but since it’s your birthday, I can push the petals open more,” he rasps. Roughly forcing your legs open. Cruelly shoving a saliva-coated finger in. Crying out at the painful invasion, you tremble and clench to push him out.

“Wow, one finger is a lot for you. So, tight,” he chuckles. His finger is longer and thicker than anything put in you before.

“Please…..no….Ten, it hurts,” you mewl. He slowly pumps his finger in and out.

“Careful with that name, birthday girl. Knowing it is what got you in trouble in the first place. No one calls me that anymore and that’s how we are going to keep it. Can’t have you running around using that name, getting yourself into trouble. Fuck, you are tight. Need to spread you more,” he says more to himself, adding another finger and scissoring.

All of his attention focused on your warm slick cunt glistening with juices. How your muscly walls are resistive to his touch. He reaches in deeper, to his knuckles, and rubs a soft spot. You shudder and mewl. This may not have been a waste of time. He just found your sweet spot.

“It hurts. You won’t fit. Please! We can do something else,” you weep. Your pussy twitches on his fingers. You glance at his cock again. It's rubbing and leaking all over you. Thick and sagging under its own weight. It looked angry as the red tip dribbled. He smirks when he notices where your eyes are at.

“It's ok, you can look as much as you want. Do something else. On your birthday! That would just be selfish of me. Just relax. It’s ok. There, there, breathe. Come on, you’re alright. I'll do most of the work. You just rest. You feel so damn hot and wet. I will be nice,” he soothed. Stroking your hair and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t,” you whine. Your cute blush and whimpers are pushing Shigaraki to his limit. Your pussy flutters as his fingers send shivers of pleasure through you.

“Oh, don’t tighten up. Are you close? So, damn pretty. Your little pussy is quivering. I think it’s about time,” Shigaraki announces. Pulling out his fingers and licking them clean, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”

“You are so lewd. Don't look. It's embarrassing,” you flustered when he spread you wide. You squirmed under his filthy gaze at your sex, straining to close your legs. He doesn't let you. He looked like a happy kid. He looked like Tenko again, which made you even more ashamed. He drags his cock over your pussy with a happy hum. Mixing your slick with his, the leaking head rubbing between your folds.

“N-n-n-no way is that going to fit!” You shout as he lines himself up to your little hole, notching and gripping your waist.

“It will be ok. Don’t worry. It will fit,” he snarls with a harsh thrust. You shrieked again as his head pushed past your hymen. It stings on your insides. A deep burning pain. His cock stretches you past your limits.

“It huuuuurrts,” you groan. He looks at you with a moment of surprise. He grinds hard, his length demanding more, and you whimper in pain.

“Huh, it’s not going in at all. It’s only the head, and already you are still too tight. Relax. Shhhh. Calm down and spread yourself wider. It will stop hurting after a while,” he comforts, with more petting and kisses. He lightly bucks his hips to ease in slower.

“No, I can’t,” you wail with your eyes squeezed tight.

“There, there, it already went in a little bit further than before.”

“Really? Then we’re all done?”

“You’re cute. One last big thrust should do it. I’ll make it quick. Better than drawing out your suffering. Here we go,” he says, gripping your hips harshly to hold you in place. Before you can scream no, he pushes hard into your tight cunt with one severe snap of his hips.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” you cry at the sudden burning fullness. It feels like he is rearranging your innards just for him.

“It went in all the way. See! You did so well,” he praises with a kiss. This one to your lips. He tastes like tang, cigarettes, vanilla, and sweet peaches. His tongue licking at yours. His rough, cracked lips lightly scrape against your soft ones. He pulls away and encourages you to look where you are connected.

“It did go in all the way,” you say, shocked. The whole thing went in! Your mind reels. You thought he would be worse, but he has been surprisingly gentle while he violates you against your will.

“Alright, now that I’ve let you adjust and open up that flower, it’s time for the main event.”

“What? That wasn’t the end?”

“You are a cutie. No, my dick went in, is all. I will be gentle with my first virgin. My special birthday girl…..at first,” he smirks.

“Huh?” It was hard to think, but you squealed when his cock began to slowly move back and forth in the center of your core. He nuzzles the side of your head, holding you close, planting kisses between praising you for being a good birthday girl.

“Why are you doing this? Why are you being cruel and kind?”

He stills, lifting out of his embrace enough to look at you, his crimson eyes studying your hurt expression. You can feel him growing harder in you.

“That’s an odd question. Because I want to and your special. After all my changes physically and mentally, you still recognized me all these years later, so you must have thought about me. You’re luscious, caring, and your body delicious. You’re not like me, and I want to corrupt you. Yeah, I like the thought. I'm going to be your first and shape you to me…..I can be rougher if that’s what you want?”

“No, please,” you beg. Shigaraki embraces you again, whispering in the cone of your ear.

“Then stop asking stupid questions and take every inch and drop of my gift to you,” he hissed. You whimper in fear that you opened your mouth too much. But Shigaraki continued with his delicate, even pace, working your cunt to him.

“Ah-oh-oh-ah,” you moaned. His hot panting mixes with the sounds of the wet slaps of your flesh. Your mind starts to feel like it’s going numb as you adjust to the pain. It no longer burns. It just stings as his length pumps in you, grinding against your cervix. A while later, it’s a sharp sting followed by a pleasant tingle as he rubs against a sweet spot in you. Slowly his hips buck harder, his pants picking up with his pace, the jerking of his hips becomes sporadic, and then a hot warmth spreads in your middle. His cock twitches in you, then it feels….nice.

He lifts with a grin looking at your quivering pussy. Your shaking body, lust-blown eyes, heaving chest. His cock still squirting hot jets of cum in you.

“Do virgins normally bleed this much? Why do you have such a pained expression?” he asks.

“I don’t know. It hurts. Are we done?”

“Not yet. Your pussy is really tight. Felt like my cock was being crushed for the first half. Hard to keep control like that. You should be fine after you cum. Flip on your knees,” he instructs. He grabs your ankle and helps you while staying inside. You shriek again. He pulls a glove on he had in his pants. Licks his two middle fingers, hunches over you, and wedges his hand between your thighs to press on your clit.

This time he is so deep and harsh that you cry out with each rough rut. He humps hard and fast. Not bothering to be gentle. Now he is whispering filthy possessive things in your ear.

“All mine. My tight virgin pussy. You are gripping and clenching down so hard. This is how you like it, huh? You turned into my little slut real quick. I can feel you are about to cum. What a good birthday, girl. Cum on my dick,” he growls.

Hot shudders of pleasure rack through you. Shigaraki works his cum in deeper with each hump. He is like the beast you initially suspected he was. Your clit pulses as he rubs tight circles. Oh god, you are going to cum. You can feel it is building and cresting quickly.

“No! I don’t want to! No! I'm cumming. I don't want to!”

“Too bad,” he growls. Bucking faster until you both scream. Shivering and shaking as tingles up ecstasy shoot through you. You came! You came hard on Tenko! You came at the same time! You feel so good and ashamed. His cock twitches relentlessly. More hot jets of cum spread in you. It’s the same wonderful sensation of hot coco warming you from the inside on a cold winter night. You gasp for breath. Shigaraki’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he grits his teeth. It feels like you are one person for an infinite moment until he pulls away.

Unlocking your cuffs and holding you to his steaming body. You are so foggy; you can hear him mumbling sweet nothings to you in the background of your mind.

Next thing you know, he is feeding you cake. Sharing the same spoon and holding you like a lover.

“Happy birthday. I already made a copy of your key. Don’t bother going to work tomorrow. Your present is all of me. But to collect, you must be with me. You're mine from now on. I won't have my girl trying to escape. Not after I made you blossom and opened up your pussy,” Shigaraki rasped.

You wearily nod your head. What choice do you have? He's going to keep you, and you both know it. Slumping against him, dripping cum form your sore used pussy. He kisses you.

“Good girl,” he grins deviously, “Mmmm…peaches, and cream.”

[writers notes: This is a gift, with a specific MC body type. Don't be a jerk and complain about how you don't have small tits, or long hair, etc. It's nice that they are willing to share so be kind, rewind and chill]

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planetyumi · 2 years

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𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖑𝖆𝖞

warnings: explicit smut, fem! reader, lovesick! nanami 🥲, literally nanami being husband material, praise kink, soft dom! nanami

pairing/s: nanami x reader

wc: 1300+

summary: he should’ve known you weren’t the type to be loyal to one person like he's been with you, especially when your phone keeps blowing up during dinner . . .

a/n: feel like i ended it too abruptly but believe me when i say it was the best i could do. i didn’t really want it to be a repeat of what happened on a lonely night so i just ended it with the implication of a love confession. i’ll explain how things went in the next fic. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!

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When you first met Nanami, you thought he was trying to sell you something. He was too formal for someone who’s trying to flirt. He sounded like an old man when he tried to talk to you.

You laugh as you lean onto the bar counter, fiddling with your drink. “You’re not used to picking up girls, are you? You know you don’t have to be so formal, right?” you giggle as he gives you a puzzled expression. “My apologies, miss. It seems like I’ve been caught,” a small smile started to form on his face. “It’s okay, I like that,” you say as you check your phone. “You know what? How ‘bout I just give you my number and you can call me sometime? I have to leave really soon so here,” you say as you hand him the napkin you wrote your number in.

: Good evening, this is Nanami Kento from the bar last night. Is this the woman I was talking to?

: Wow, you’re still so formal over text.

: And yeah, this is she.

: I’m Y/N L/N btw.

Ever since then, he took you out on these luxurious dates, going to the most expensive restaurants and even taking you abroad on his private plane.

“How do you like the food?” he asks you. “It’s really good, I like it,” you say with a smile on your face and he feels his chest warm at the sight. “Then I’ll make sure to tip them well for making a pretty girl like you satisfied,” he rarely flirted, but when he did, a blush forms on your face—your cheeks almost matching the lipstick you wore.

Nothing ever really happened between you besides him taking you out and spoiling you with gifts. You thought he was just happy with being your sugar daddy but you were so wrong. It just wasn’t like him to fuck with strangers but when you became somewhat more than that, his desire started to grow. His self-control was hanging by a thread whenever you two went out. You just look too good in your little outfits, it’s like you were a constant temptation he has to fight with all his strength.

Another foreign desire grew inside him but it wasn’t like the one he felt when you wore those short skirts and dresses. It was when you did so much as text him or call him up. It was when you sometimes cooked for him or asked him how he was doing. It was when you ramble about your day and when you listen him talk about his day, too. It wasn’t just lust he felt towards you—it was love.

He understood that you were popular among men but didn’t understand just how many he had to fight to make you his. Your phone oddly blew up more than usual during dinner. It was on silent mode but it kept lighting up, interrupting your conversations. A final text popped up, a familiar name to him—Toji Fushiguro—accompanied with a “hey, princess. just got off work, wyd?” You finally decided to turn it off but he was obviously upset throughout the dinner.

You internally scolded yourself for ruining the mood with your phone. He was a really nice and mature man and he rarely got annoyed, too. This was the first time you’ve seen him upset. He didn’t even utter a single word the whole ride back.

“Why are we at your house, Kento?” you asked as you shut the passenger side door. “You’ll see, princess,” his voice sounding lower than usual, sending shivers down your spine. You followed him nervously inside his house, your heart pumping out of your chest.

What happened next was the least you expected—he caged you between his arms on the wall. His hands pinned yours above your head, roughly gripping it. He leaned in closer, his face so close to yours.

His eyes held a familiar look—pure lust filling the dark orbs. His hot breath fanned over your lips and all it took to close the distance was a little nod from you. He let go of your hands to lift you to his room.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you, running your fingers through his hair. Your heart’s beating faster than usual, feeling excited and aroused by his scent. He lays you down gently on his bed, caressing your sides as you continue to swirl tongues.

He pulls away from your lips, your eyes meeting. He looks at you for a little while, just admiring the way you look at him—matching his lust and desire. “You’re so beautiful,” he finally speaks up, his voice softer than earlier. “May I?” he asks you as he slightly raises your dress. You hum and he quickly strips you and himself, leaving both of you bare.

You felt your face heat, getting shy all of a sudden when you notice him staring at you for a little too long. He looked at you in awe, you were like a priceless masterpiece in his eyes. You awkwardly try to hide your exposed body but he grabs your hands and stops you. “I stared a bit too much, didn’t I? ‘M sorry, I was just thinking of how perfect you look,” he smiles a bit and takes your lips in his.

He spreads your legs with his knee and aligned his dick with your cunt. He rubbed his tip on your folds, slightly hissing at sudden stimulation. “I’ll put it in now, okay?” he was thick, his girth practically splitting you in two. He entered you slowly, trying his best not to cum right then and there with the way your pussy was sucking him in.

You felt full when he finally bottomed out, a bulge forming in your stomach. “S-so deep, hah-” you moaned as he started dragging his dick in and out of you. Moving slowly, trying to get you used to his size. You bite your lip at the sensation his cock was giving you.

Soon, his pace increased, mercilessly pounding into you. He grabbed the headboard for support, the bed starting to shake. The mere sinfulness of the scene in front of you made your pussy wetter. “Do you feel good, pretty?” he asked you. His thrusts contradicted his words—his dick practically ruining you while his voice was concerned. “Y-yes,” you breathlessly moan out, tears pricking your eyes. “Don’t stop, ah,” your back arched off the mattress as he hit that one spot inside you. “There?” he says as he hits it again, and again, and again until you were nothing but a puddle, melting into the sensation.

Your high washed over you like a wave, the familiar bliss making your toes curl. “‘M close, pretty,” he grunts, his length going in and out of you faster. “Just a little more,” he says as you whined at the overstimulation. His seed painted your walls white, turning putty again from his cum spilling inside you.

Both of you panted, sweating and out of breath. He fell on top of you, his weight settling on your chest. A small smile formed on his lips, the previous events finally sinking in. He enjoyed the afterglow of sex—the air being lighter than before, your bodies melting into one another. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” he speaks up. “Sure, what is it?” you look down at him, your eyes meeting. “What do you think about love?” silence suddenly filled the room.

You stared at him in disbelief—hoping to whatever gods there was that this wouldn’t lead to another confession. “Uhh, well, I don’t really think it’s real. I think it’s just pretend. Or you could say… a chemical reaction of the brain and a natural instinct to mate,” you answer with pauses in between your words, not sure if what you said would satisfy him. “Has anyone ever loved you before?” he asks again. “Well, yeah, I guess. But they just say that because of the heat of the moment. Anyone ever loving me would be impossible and crazy,” you awkwardly laugh, running your fingers through his hair.

“Well...maybe I’m crazy then,” your heart sunk to your stomach. Shit, not again.

#jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk angst #nanami x you #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x reader #nanami imagine #nanami smut #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x reader smut #nanami kento x reader smut #nanami kento smut

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kurtcobainsgreencardigan · 8 months

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hey Sirius, I need David Bowie recs

DO YOU REALLY!?!?!??!?!?! YOU CAN'T JOKE ABOUT DAVID BOWIE!! OMG OMG OMG okay SO

Let's start with an anecdote (not so much an anecdote as it is a random story), it all started when I was about 9 years old, picture me, a little clueless girl, all she did was listen to Blank Space and Hey Everybody! (by 5sos obvs) and read Percy Jackson at recess instead of playing tag with the other kids. One day, she was watching what was probably Sam & Cat on Hulu when an annoying ad break came on, she was tempted to mute the TV as her dad usually did, but a second before she could hit the button to mute the perfume ad, something magical happened, an otherworldly sound filled her ears, cosmic jive invaded her mind! She was enchanted! That moment she realized she had never heard music in her life, not really, and from that day on, she had a different perception of life. There was an issue though, perhaps the most devasting thing, is she had no idea what song she just listened to. So she lived in despair, wondering what could've been of her life if only she'd known the song that shifter her entire world, walking around with a missing piece. Until one day, when she was 13, after years of getting into the rock scene, and memorizing the pages of a contemporary music book her English teacher had (i miss that man), once she had learnt about the existence of a "man" called David Bowie, did she make the decision to finally listen to him. Then, and only then did she come together like a puzzle as she realized that that song Starman, was the one to awaken the music snob within her all those years ago. Ever since, she has grown to be an insufferable pretentious girl and it's all thanks to David Bowie.

Sorry I got a bit (A LOT) carried away there, but you have to realize that one does not simply ask me about David Bowie and expect me to be normal about it, as for recommendations (the only thing you really asked of me), I obviously like Starman, Moonage Daydream, and Rock 'n' Roll Suicide (these are from my favorite album in the whole wide world and that last one makes me cry) but I have to warn you they're very weird sounding, so maybe listen to Let's Dance and Rebel Rebel maybe?? Those are also weird sounding, they are all weird sounding. So I guess these??

Starman

Moonage Daydream

Rock 'n' Roll Suicide

Let's Dance

Rebel Rebel

#im sorry!!!!#i tend to ramble!!!!!

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how do you think Jevil and Rouxls would interact. Like I imagine that Jevil would annoy Rouxls to the point of screaming for the fun of it and Rouxls would CONSTANTLY be sick of his shit

i need you to know that opening this ask made me grin evilly like that one gif of the grinch. i have SO many thoughts about them but haven’t posted about before because it solely exists within my head so thank you for enabling me to ramble about this.

first off, whenever i think of these two’s dynamic pre-jevil-goes-fuckin-coconuts i think of this image.

also just for a small bit of context/rambling, i feel like rouxls was probably still a young low ranking servant at the point they knew each other. there’s a piece of dialogue he has at some point about feeding lancer, “is this what it means to be high ranking?”, which makes me think he was NOT in a high position of power at ALL before he was given the role of duke of puzzles. and i really don’t think he’d had that role for that long, considering the roles were switched around by king after he’d imprisoned the other 3 kings, an action that he did because of the knight’s influence. so yeah. however long it’s been since the knight opened that fountain, likely (which can’t be THAT long. i’m willing to say like a few years at the longest.). but obviously jevil was the court jester at the time, as well.

but, yeah. i definitely think jevil would annoy the HELL out of rouxls. despite that, i think rouxls would still be happy around him, to have that attention… i don’t think he’s ever really been the type of person to have a lot of friends. or friends. he gets on peoples nerves a lot. so even if jevil annoys the shit out of him he’s happy to have him around because he’s someone who does actually like being around him.

jevil would absolutely play pranks on rouxls constantly. i think he’d first started mostly because he thinks it’s funny when rouxls gets mad (which to be fair it kinda is, considering he can’t ever really look that upset with his whole permanent grin situation), but then grew to also just think it’s fun to be around him. but god yeah. dropping dark pennies down his throat while he sleeps. doing that one nutella kitchen tiktok thing. putting ketchup in his shampoo that ends up dying his hair pink for like a month. rouxls does not have a moment of peace when he’s around jevil.

i also feel like they’d probably feel at least a bit connected by the whole “regularly discarded from the deck” thing. of course, i could also see rouxls getting jealous over that, since jevil at least sometimes gets to be a part of the game, while he’s literally useless.

okay, and so this is another oddly specific headcanon, but i imagine that jevil’s actually really good at math- probably the fact that he introduces his fight as a “numbers game”. and i imagine that rouxls fucking SUCKS at math. i think that that’s maybe part of the reason he sucks at making puzzles, since making & solving them generally requires some level of mathematical thinking. regardless i can absolutely imagine some sort of scenario where that comes up and it’s very much the energy of “sobbing at the table while your dad is trying to help you do math homework”

but, yeah, also on the detail earlier about rouxls getting jealous and feeling completely useless… definitely think that’s like a big issue he has, whether he likes to think about it or not (he doesn’t.) i feel like a lot of his desperation to follow the orders of a ruler stems from that desire to be needed by SOMEONE. so i feel like he definitely did not take jevil’s imprisonment well. one of the only people he’d only ever felt wanted to be around him and well… 😬

well. those are my ideas for them based off of the insane little interactions inside my brain. i don’t necessarily believe this is canon at all i just think it’s fun- more of the “playing with barbie dolls” idea of engaging with them than from an actual analysis standpoint. but yeah sorry for rambling LOL just excited to share my thoughts for them since i sometimes feel kinda embarrassed posting this sort of more self indulgent stuff XD

ANYWAYS ALSO ONE MORE THING you didn’t mention them so i won’t go into it here but. seam 100% thinks it’s the funniest shit ever & just sits back and watches the chaos unfold whenever they have to deal with these 2 at the same time

#also to be clear cuz i just realized i never really specified this is NOT romantic at all lol #no offense to anyone who does ship them just does not jive with the idea i have for them #ask

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dream a little dream of me/oh, darling, i dream of you every night - fictober 2023

Day 3 - #10 "It's alright, I'm here now" Good Omens fanfiction - Crowley/Aziraphale + Crowley & Muriel Teen and Up Audiences Mentions of nightmares Read at ao3

Summary: Ever since Aziraphale left, Crowley has nightmares every time he tries to sleep. They only stop when Aziraphale comes back.

It is a clear assumption that sleeping comes with dreaming. Such a fundamental law of nature applied to all beings, even demons such as Crowley. He didn’t know what they served for, though, the damned things. Design of the subconscious mind was not his department at the time, not even close. And trying to figure out their purpose or meaning on his own was much like trying to put together a black and white puzzle. Completely useless. So, in the end, he just gave up and tried to accept that every now and then, he’d dream.

The dreams weren’t the biggest issue, though. Sure, sometimes they got annoying and completely unreal, but that’s just how dreams were, according to conversations he had overheard.

No, the real problem was the nightmares.

As a demon who occasionally went to Hell, Crowley had seen some pretty ugly things. As a demon who had been living on Earth for the last six thousand years, he’d seen worse. Oh, so much worse.

And it didn’t matter how much he tried to repress those memories through drinking, they’d always resurface during his sleep, eventually. But still, it was manageable. Even his worse nightmares would wear off after some time. And, if he stayed awake long enough, he’d barely remember them. Another characteristic of the subconscious mind that he had no participation in, but was grateful for, regardless.

However, that whole situation took a turn when Aziraphale left.

Suddenly, his annoying and mildly disturbing nightmares became unbearable. Putting his head down no longer meant the break from life he used to get, now it only meant more torment and regret. Why it took him so long to figure out his feelings? Would things have ended up differently if he had talked first? Why, after everything Heaven had done, Aziraphale walked back willingly and didn’t even consider running away? Again?

Suddenly, a soft hand on his back pulls him away from his thoughts.

“Shhh,” he hears a soothing voice above him.

“Aziraphale?” he tries, groggy but hopeful.

“Yes, dear, I am here,” he said softly, “You were talking in your sleep again… another nightmare, I suppose?”

Crowley finally opens his eyes. The room is too dark for him to make sense of anything, but he is sure that it’s Aziraphale in bed with him. Aziraphale’s voice, Aziraphale’s smell, and Aziraphale’s hand on his back, rubbing it gently so, in a way only he could do. He also knows that it’s their bed. In their hou- no, cottage. Their cottage somewhere at South Downs. Yes, he knows all this. And knowing all that, he starts calming down. A deep breath leaves his mouth. He’s so in peace that, for a moment, he thinks he could starting crying of relief.

“It’s alright,” Aziraphale says, somehow softer now, “I am here now.”

Crowley smiles, a warmth growing on his chest. Then he opens his mouth to answer, but before he can say anything, a loud noise brings him back to reality.

“Sorry!” he hears someone say.

It’s Muriel, standing at the door, embarrassed that they couldn’t hold it before the wind slammed it shut. They are holding something but that’s the least of Crowley’s worries now.

He looks around, completely disoriented. He’s at the bookshop. Again. Back to where it all went down. Except he’s got no memory of getting there. He looks around, trying to find clues, but any booze that he brought with himself days ago has already been cleaned up by Muriel. They also provided the tartan blanket that kept him warm for the whole time he slept on Aziraphale’s chair.

It’s too much. The chair, the blanket, the books, the busy street outside… it’s all there. Except for Aziraphale, who now only existed in Crowley’s dreams. Either to remind him of everything he’d done wrong or to give him some sort of comfort, that was immediately ripped way the moment he woke up. He wondered if being at the bookshop had anything to do with it, given that every time he had slept at his flat so far, he had nothing but nightmares. To the point that he even gave up on sleeping, of all things.

Oh. That’s right. He was starting to remember it now. When he no longer could sleep, he started drinking again. Bottle after bottle after bottle… he must have let his feet wander and eventually ended up at the bookshop. That made sense.

He was about to ask Muriel if his theory was correct, right when they walked up to him, handing him something.

Coffee, apparently.

“What’s that?” he asked anyway, lamely.

“Oh! Well… Nina from across the street sent it. She said it’s not your… usual but it will be good for you.”

Crowley took it with no further questions, which seemed to please the angel . He notice d that they didn’t have anything for themself. He didn’t dwell on it, though. It wasn’t his job to tempt angels into enjoying human food. Not anymore.

Muriel went to rearrange some books, but before they were out of earshot range, Crowley said something.

“Thanks.”

They turned around to face him. And with all the inflection of a mediocre actor on a play for very young and dumb children, they bowed slightly and said, “ Noo problem!”

Crowley narrowed his eyes and drank from his cup, trying not to find that endearing. Because it wasn’t. It was pathetic. But they’d get the hang of it, eventually.

#hell yeah big ass title #yeah i'm late what about it #i will catch up. believe me.#fictober23 #fictober event #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #south downs cottage #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #my writing #my fanfics #my posts

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masonsystem · 11 months

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super long post of me complaining abt totk irt to my totk playthru bc I <3 Complaining ❤️❤️

maybe its cuz i played like a fuckton during the first week (tho i only have 65 hours total so idk how that compares to the average playerbase) or maybe its cuz ive been playing in an unconventional way, but totk is starting to feel boring to me... (or maybe the game design just sucks..?)

i play unconventionally in that i have disregarded the plot.. bc in botw it was so boring to me. and i watched all the totk cutscenes online anyways and it was as i suspected, i wouldve been disappointed and annoyed if i wasted time collecting all those memories just to get some half-baked story.

im on the fence for doing dungeons tho.. i see my sister doing one, and it does actually look kinda fun, but i worry how satisfying it will actually be, and if i finish the dungeon's boss, will this game's final boss(es) be too easy? (thats what happened in botw.. but maybe ill just do the dungeon and skip the boss? if i can do that?)

i did do the beginning of the gerudo main questline, and it was rly.. boring.... fighting the gibdos was rly boring.. i guess figuring out that mirror puzzle with little help was fun. but it was overall pretty (._.) have yet to enter the dungeon. again idk if i want to

but also another thing is that like its rly rly Really hard for me to gaf abt any npcs in this game LOL.. they just like. say a whole bunch of nothings..... bc like in older games, dialogue helps w worldbuilding since theyre so technologically limited. but in a game like this, you see the world that you get. theres not much that their dialogue adds on, and its only sometimes funny anyways. and i always find myself mashing thru it anyways, bc i just.. dont care.. and also, even if they are saying something supplemental to the world, a useful tip or whatever, its 1.) a teeny tiny tip that i probably could or wouldve learned online or 2.) a mini questline with the most eh reward ever.

i guess cuz in older games you Had to talk to people to figure out what to do next. theres no 'what to do next' in this game so i just.. yeah. im just often unmotivated to know what theyve got to say. of course theyve helped me here and there but its like.. in most games i play, i try to talk to as many npcs i can. but i never feel the need to do this in totk, from either how uninteresting they are, or bc the info they tell me tends to be something i already know.

and my apathy of npcs unfortunately extend to the main quest as well (gorons rito etc), and although i say i wish this game gave me more reasons to talk to npcs, i still end up disliking how totk/botw goes around w it in their main quests; cuz now theres like, a break in the gameplay, where i Must speak to NPCs to advance the 'plot'. my gameplay of exploration, engaging in combat whenever i please, and so on, has to be paused to do this quest. and arguably these quests do provide me the opportunity to explore and whatnot, but its no longer done by Myyyy pace. i have to follow whatever pace and order the game has set for me to do. which Sucks. it really sucks to have a game which im enjoying bc of the freedom, to restrict my freedom like that.

(and this is also why i disliked shrines in the first game.... my regular gameplay gets broken up in order for me to enter shrines (which all look the absolute same as every other one btw, so theres no motivator of 'ohhh i wonder what this shrine looks like?'). and i have to solve the shrine in whatever way its making me to. and obvs some shrines have multiple solutions but more often than not it tends to be limiting.... anyways this is why i deeply prefer shrine quests in the overworld over basic shrines. i much prefer solving puzzles as im exploring as opposed to having to essentially pause my gameplay just to earn hearts and stamina.

in terms of exploration + combat (bc the two go hand in hand).. after getting all the towers, i feel that theres little left for me to do. now that i have a decent amount of hearts and stamina (8 hearts + 1.75 stamina wheels), theres nothing tht really motivates me to do more shrines. the shrines in this game are a lot better than botw's (most of the time), but once ive lost the desire to do shrines as well its a bit.. (._.)

and ive explored most of the west side of the depths, i think roughly 30% overall, but that has gotten a bit boring as well. which is a shame, bc i think its a lot of fun to explore in pitch-black terrain. but as ive said before, it visually stays the same throughout the entire terrain which ends up making it feel very monotonous. same ol grey and purples forever and ever... i wish there was a variety of biomes and landscapes or something (itd be nice if the east looks drastically different but i sincerely doubt it). so far its just grey stretches of land and monster mine camps and maybe the occasional flux construct boss like :/

and combat... ergh... EH.... well just like botw its a blast in the beginning when everything is still hard. but like... all my weapons are pushing 40 atk power now. im like. Ripped. the monsters.. do not reflect this. like firstly u still get those annoying one hit monsters like chuchus, keese, and bokoblins. which is whatever i guess.. annoying but theyre there to spice it up. so whateves. but its when the monster camps still have red monsters like.. what?! even having blue monsters is pushing it honestly. the red ones dies in one hit, and the blues dies in 2-3 hits. black ones are starting to catch up in this regard, but are still a challenge. but there just isnt enough silver ones which ideally should be spawning at this point...

its come to a point where i just end up ignoring most monster camps, bc the reward drops just aren't very good either. like i do not explore in a conventional order, so im already stacked with royal gear. i do not need traveller sword #5. and the game has not adapted with that. i wish it did, bc man the game is getting boring 😮‍💨

there is more to say. maybe ill be more coherent after i get off my bed LOL. but yeah totk still has the same issues as totk which is... erm. not great

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bean-doge · 3 months

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Thoughts on The Black Lizard and Beast in the Shadows

These two novels aren’t connected with each other at all but since they were put together in one book I am going to write about them in the same post.

But, well, even if they aren’t connected they definitely have one thing in common: the fact that they both were supposed to have a cunning and strong woman as one of the main characters but fail to show them as actually interesting and multi-dimensional characters because Ranpo doesn’t know how to write women at all.

The Black Lizard

This was supposed to be a classic detective novel with a genius detective and a genius criminal facing each other in a dangerous and potentially deadly fight. And I love these types of stories. It is interesting to see what steps both detective and criminal can take to achieve their goal and how they do it. But this novel did not give me the feeling of excitement and did not spark the desire to find out how these (supposedly) brilliant minds work which would keep me eager to continue reading.

First of all, the author’s speech was insufferable. Constant “But who could this be?!” or “My dear reader, you thought the author made a mistake but lo and behold!” annoyed me to no end. I understand that initially it was a story printed in serial magazines but reminders of the events that happened just a page ago made me feel like this novel thinks of me as an idiot. And author starting to speak directly to the reader feels out of place because you can tell that this was not supposed to be a story with the author as a present being.

Second, Black Lizard herself was written horribly. We are supposed to think that she’s a genius thief — yet most of the time the story focuses not on how smart and cunning she is but on her sexiness and eccentricity. Oh, she loves to dance naked and has a museum with stuffed people in it. But when it comes to showing her smarts we only get a couple of glimpses of it. Good genius detective vs genius criminal stories make you doubt who is going to win until the very end. Here it was clear that Black Lizard is going to lose from about the middle (and it was the moment when I completely lost interest in this novel and just forced myself to read it to the end). And her falling in love with Kogoro was done so badly. It could have been made interesting — her enjoying their chase so much she starts to think of him as someone more than an enemy — but since the story isn’t that long it just felt rushed and random.

Third, Kogoro Akechi wasn’t that brilliant of a detective in this novel either. Most of the time he just was monologuing about something he had already done instead of being shown in the action. And explanations like these are just plainly boring. They may work as one big reveal for a specific detail that becomes the final piece of a puzzle that makes everything clear. But when the whole story consists of “big reveals” instead of lacking one small small piece you are constantly lacking a whole lot of details which are randomly dropped on you at once and you are left to deal with them confused and disappointed. And extremely abrupt and sudden ending was the final nail in the coffin.

Overall, a dull story with quite weak writing and boring characters. I’ll give it 4/10 because, well… it could be worse I guess? But I definitely can’t recommend it to anyone, it doesn’t worth your time.

Beast in the shadows

I had very high hopes for this novel. I love ero guro nansensu and this is considered one of the first and most iconic works of this genre; I love Edogawa Ranpo’s ero guro nansensu works (especially “The Demon of the Lonely Isle”, one of my favourite books ever); and even if The Black Lizard was disappointing I was still hoping that it was just one bad work (you can’t make masterpieces every time, right?) and this one was going to be great. I was wrong.

This book definitely was ero because the shocking reveal about Shizuko, our lead heroine, is that she seemed to be a quiet and normal woman but turns out that she loves sex and loves getting hit with a whip! How scandalous! And, of course, I am speaking from the position of a modern reader, and at the time when this novel was written it was actually shocking to see something like this in a novel. But what else is there to Shizuko other than her love for BDSM? Nothing. We spend the whole novel following her only for her to kill herself behind the scenes. She was supposed to be this great twisted mind but she turns out to be absolutely plain as a character. And in the end we aren’t even sure that she really was behind everything that happened.

The main character is also not interesting at all. Story is told from his POV, so we are supposed to know his thoughts and have the benefit of a doubt about how we see the situation. But somehow he manages to hide his thoughts from the reader and it is not done in a smart way. He should have been slowly piecing the story together while finding new evidences and we were supposed to be following him through it instead of getting his sudden conclusion dumped at us at the end and then get hit with “Or maybe it wasn’t like this at all, who knows”.

As I said, there was ero. But what about grotesque? What about nansensu? There was none. I did not get that feeling of bizarreness, of seeing something that I shouldn’t like I did when I read “Strange tale of Panorama island” (which was finished just a year before “Beast…” and is a much more suitable for ero guro nansensu genre in my opinion); I didn’t get the feeling of disgust and pure horror like I did when reading “The Demon of the Lonely Isle”. So as an ero guro nansensu work it was also pretty weak.

It was better than “The Black Lizard” because I at least didn’t have to force myself to finish it but I wasn’t that interested in what was going on either. 5/10 and can’t recommend either.

#edogawa ranpo #the black lizard #beast in the shadows #book review #bean doge reads

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triumph

Part 2 of Hubris

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Rating: Explicit

Summary: You promised yourself to stay away from Dieter ... that is until you suddenly find yourself alone with him and he asks for your help.

Notes: I am buzzing with all the love Hubris received from all of you, I'm eternally grateful to everyone who read it and left a comment and asked for a second part, you guys are what keeps me going! I hope I could meet some expectations and give a bit more background on their relationship with this. Huge thanks to Jess @jazzelsaur for feeding me the fluffer line, it was like finding the missing piece of a puzzle to make this story work. And, as ever, I am eternally grateful to Dani @javierpcna for encouraging my ideas, beta-reading ALL my writing, and saying things like "dieter next time: 'tell me you don't hate me and i'll let you come'".

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You’re running late. The whole production is running late. You already lost two days to that tropical storm, and another two when Angela got sick with the flu. And now you’re losing more and more daylight with each passing minute, each second, in fact. Hans, your director, is very particular about this upcoming scene to be shot in natural lighting. Faking it won’t do – it would undermine the grit of Hector’s character.

Only Hector, or rather Dieter, is nowhere to be found – and you’re the one who has been tasked with retrieving him. You were just checking his trailer, both annoyed and relieved at his absence (you had half expected to find him between the legs of the young, pretty camera operator he so often winks at), with no idea where to go next. The exasperation is starting to settle in between your shoulder blades, and you feel a headache coming on, brought on my annoyance and a lack of sleep.

The upcoming scene is essential to get right, you remind yourself when you are about to give up. It will create just enough scandal to generate both negative and positive publicity, and it will make people eager to see the movie. After all, it’s not every day a film shows you its handsome male lead furiously masturbating to his love interest being fucked by her husband she is about to kill. How Hans got the studio to agree to intercut Hector’s orgasm with Selena plunging a knife into her husband’s back you’ll never know. But for some reason this scene takes place at dusk, and Hans’s artistic vision demands for it to be shot in natural light.

With a deep sigh, you push open the door to the makeup trailer, only to find your movement stopped. It’s locked. You give the handle a rattle for good measure, and stop your foot on the ground in frustration when it doesn’t give in. This only leaves one last place to check, and if Dieter isn’t there, you’re pretty sure Hans won’t hesitate to fire you.

The door to the costume trailer is unlocked, and when you push it open, you’re greeted by the sight of your lost star, his chest bare except for a robe that hangs draped around his shoulders, his tight underwear snugly in place. He’s on his phone, standing in the middle of the racks full of clothes and boxes full of shoes, looking like a man without a care in the world, like a man who doesn’t have to worry about production schedules or bossy directors.

Dutifully, you keep your eyes on his face while you wait for him to finish his call. While you tell your nerves to keep quiet. You haven’t been alone with him since that evening a week ago when he … in fact, you’ve been avoiding him. The lie you tell yourself is that you behaved unprofessionally, that he behaved unprofessionally, and you don’t want to encourage that kind of behavior. The truth is that you don’t trust yourself enough to be alone with him, that you know you’re not strong enough to resist him, should he …

His gaze meets yours, and it’s only now he notices he’s not alone. His voice takes on a hushed tone and he turns away from you, but not before he shoots you an icy glance. You’re used to it. That’s all you’ve been getting this past week. You’re not the only one who is being avoidant. Except for that one time you caught him staring at you while Hans was giving one of his never-ending speeches. There had been loathing in Dieter’s eyes, yes, but also something between lust and longing. And that’s when you had known with absolute certainty he also revisits your encounter, he also replays that time when he had you trapped between his body and the wall.

You yourself think about little else.

The last thing you need is to be alone with him right now, especially like this.

Your eyes flicker down to his bare legs, but he ends the phone call right then and turns back around.

“What?” he asks, hands flung up impatiently, at the same time you say, “Why aren’t you in costume?” It’s the only way to be professional about this, to keep a semblance of control.

The anger in his eyes flickers and dies, and is replaced by cold indifference. “It’s not my fault.” This unhelpful explanation is accompanied by a shrug.

You want to shake him, grab his shoulders and shakehim. This isn’t helpful. You’re running so late, you’re about to lose all the daylight, and your star isn’t even in costume yet. You need to come up with a way to fix this, and fast, or Hans will take it out on you.

“Where are the costume people?” you ask him, making a vague gesture at the trailer that only holds you two.

“Isn’t it your job to know the answer to that?”

It’s not, but you don’t want to start a fight. Technically, it’s not his job to know that answer either, and engaging in a discussion would force you to admit that.

“Let’s just wait,” you decide, crossing your arms over your chest to stop any further attempt at conversation.

He agrees with a brief nod and turns his attention back to his phone. You check your watch every few seconds, feeling Hans breathing down your neck. The silence between you is laden, icy, and another word from either of you has the potential to crack it, setting off an avalanche that can’t be stopped. If he was any other colleague, any other man, you could pass the time with idle chit-chat. But it’s out of the question to engage with Dieter beyond what is strictly necessary.

After a few minutes no one from the costume department has appeared, and the panic weighing down on your chest tells you there is only one solution to your problem: You have to get Dieter ready yourself. This is still preferable to Hans giving you another speech about how he’s going to make sure you’re done and will never find work in Hollywood again. After all, how hard can it be? All the hangers are labelled, and Dieter isn’t wearing much in this scene anyway, so there isn’t much that can go wrong. That man hopefully knows how to put on a pair of pants and keep his shirt unbuttoned.

With a resolute huff, you push past him to the nearest rack and begin scanning the labels for his character’s name and the scene number. The handwriting is tiny and almost impossible to read, and you quickly lose the element of surprise.

Dieter knows exactly what you’re doing. He steps behind you, so you feel him looming over your shoulder like a raincloud, a nuisance impossible to get rid of, and remarks, “I usually prefer it when women undress me.”

You ignore him, focusing on the task at hand. This is neither the time nor the place for his little games and you will not indulge him. One of you needs to remain professional.

Unfortunately, Dieter isn’t a man who gives up easily, especially not when he thinks it’s easy for him to gain the upper hand. And, unfortunately for you, you’ve given him a lot of ammunition.

He stops your hands moving the hangers by clamping down hard on the rod, and your fingers brush when you try to pull away. “You’re the assistant director, aren’t you? I would need your professional opinion on something if you have a minute.”

You don’t even have a second, but you turn to him with a sweet smile. “Yes, Dieter? How can I help you?”

“I’m still not sure about the scene we’re about to shoot,” he says slowly, his eyes darting from yours to your mouth and back.

For a few panicked seconds you think he’s about to tell you he doesn’t want to do it, but then that well-known smirk lights up his eyes.

“I’m not sure how to make it realistic,” he goes on, “what to think about to get the right amount of hate and lust across.”

“Well,” you start, raising your shoulders in a shrug, “it’s not my –”

His voice drops to a heavy whisper. “Do you want me to think about your cunt around my cock when I pretend to touch myself?”

Your face heats up; your brain screams at you to lower your gaze, that stare suddenly unbearable. But you refuse to let him win, especially for something as obvious as this. It’s the first time he’s given you any inclination he’s been thinking about your encounter, that it has left some kind of mark on him, and you’re not above capitalizing on that fact.

“What?” you ask, feigning confusion for a few seconds. “Oh, that.” You shake your head, allowing a sweet smile to form on your lips. “To be honest with you, I haven’t been thinking about that at all. But good to know I’ve made such a lasting impression on you.” You pat his arm with amicable contempt.

The touch is a mistake.

He steps closer, so close you can feel the heat radiating off his body, making the tight space stuffy and airless. His bare chest is right there, and you fight hard to keep your eyes on his face, so very hard, but you’re only human. You can’t help noticing the sun-kissed skin, dotted with little freckles, a sight all too intimate, but one that feels earned.

He dips his head, so his mouth is right next to your ear. “The needy little whimpers you made tell a different tale.”

You do your best not to let another one of those escape, but there is still the ghost of a sigh released from your tense body. No!You don’t want to cross that line again, not when this is exactly what he wants. He’s cocky and insufferable and too conceited, and he already had you once, a mistake you promised yourself not to repeat.

You make your face hard, ball your hands into fists. “You can think about whatever you want out there; just don’t assume everyone’s world revolves around you.” And before he can give a reply, you push past him with a snappy, “Get ready. Everyone’s waiting.”

Before you reach the door, before you have a chance to compose yourself, to find an excuse for the wetness between your thighs, he speaks, just six words, but they’re enough.

“I need a fluffer, you know.”

Something shifts then, not between the two of you, but inside of you at this insolence. No man has ever spoken to you like that, with so much indifference and demand, like you don’t matter at all – if you weren’t there, he’d ask somebody else. And it puts you right back in that spot you’ve been avoiding like the pest as all your resolve crumbles and is replaced by something else – the need to win this time. You need to put him in his place right now or you’ll give him too much power. And the last thing you need is him figuring out how much he gets to you, how turned on you are by the thought of him touching himself to the memory of being inside of you, the memory of the sounds you made for him, how hard your nails are digging into your palms as you fight to keep yourself from jumping him.

This is a strictly professional exchange.

He asked you for something people do every day, asked you for it, one colleague to the other.

You’re just doing your job.

When you turn back around, slowly, calculatingly, he’s facing away from you. You don’t have any trouble imagining the smirk on his face as he feels oh so pleased with himself for having chased you off. But you’re still here, you refuse to cower before him as so many people undoubtedly do. And with silent steps, you make your way back toward him, careful not to give your persisting presence away.

You come close enough to him to be able to reach out and touch him, but not close enough so he can feel the warmth of your body. You need him completely unaware of what you are about to do. Your fingers twitch in anticipation. Last time you didn’t get to touch him, only feel him inside of you, and even though you’d never admit it to him, you cannot wait to find out what his cock feels like resting in the palm of your hand.

He's half hard, warm through the fabric of his boxer shorts. Both these things don’t surprise you. What does surprise you though is the curse he utters through clenched teeth as your palm presses into the bulge and he stumbles back a step, his back connecting with your chest. The heat radiating off his body makes sweat erupt at your temple, makes your skin prickle, and you tell yourself it has nothing to do with the fact you can feel him grow harder under your hand almost instantly. You just press him closer into you, making it harder for him to get out of your grip without at least a tiny struggle. He’s right where you want him – in the palm of your hand.

You casually run your hand over his length that is now firmly pressing against the stretching fabric with unmistakable interest. He gulps for air in a way that makes pride surge through you – pride and arousal.

“What are you doing?” It’s just a growl, not even enunciated properly, and yet it makes your knees wobble.

With as much calm as you can muster (and a deep intake of breath he definitely feels against his back), you answer, “Isn’t that what you wanted?”

He huffs out something that could be a laugh – you cannot be quite sure with his back to you, but then he says, “Never -- never thought you’d actually do it.”

That almost makes you laugh, but you focus your attention on stroking him through his shorts, reveling in the twitches you feel against your palm. Of course he didn’t think you’d do it … he always assumes he has the upper hand.

“Oh?” you make, leaning forward so your mouth is next to his ear. “Why not?”

You want him to lean back and give himself over to you, but he doesn’t, not when there is still a chance he could win this battle. “Don’t you hate me?”

The question makes you slow down, lighten the hold you have on him. This could be a trap, and you don’t want to fall into it, you don’t want to give him more power over you than he already has. But something in his voice catches you off-guard, something that sounds like vulnerability. Or maybe you just want it to be.

“You asked me for assistance as your colleague,” you finally answer. “That’s all this is … after all, we want the movie to be good, don’t we?”

Before you can go deeper down the hole of what exactly this is, you yank down his underwear, just like he did with yours a week ago, and wrap your hand firmly around his cock. His breathing stutters and you hear a noise that’s not quite a moan but definitely has the potential to be one if he just let down his guard. For a reason you don’t want to examine too closely, you yearn for it, for both the sounds he would make and the sex you could share if you both trusted each other. A dangerous thought, one you quickly get rid of by stroking him, squeezing him, feeling him pulse, and your cunt clenches in response, pulling all the blood from your brain, stopping any thoughts before they can form. Instead, you’re overwhelmed with the memory of him being inside of you, how good he made you feel even though you both weren’t looking to give. A shudder runs through his body and makes you bring up your free arm and wrap it around his chest to keep him in place.

At the same time, both you and him look down to where he’s resting in your hand, to where you circle the tip, collect precum on your palm, spread it over his length, increase the pace with which you run your hand up and down, twist, up and down again. It’s a mesmerizing sight, his flushed skin against yours, the view of something this powerful kept in place by just your grip. And you have to admit that you like to watch yourself give him pleasure, that this isn’t just about wanting to be in charge but also wanting to please him.

And then he ruins it. “Would you like to be in a movie with me?” He tries to turn his head, but you don’t let him, instead snapping back to attention. “A private one?” he adds.

So he does like this too, so much he wants to be able to relive it.

You do laugh this time because that thought makes you feel dizzy, and say, “No.”

You twist your fingers around the head of his cock, and his hands shoot up to grab the rack in front of him, steadying himself. The sound of the hangers rattling together echoes through the tiny space, accompanied by his pants as he tries to gain back control.

He fails.

“Fuck, yeah – that’s it,” he murmurs, thrusting into your hand. “Just like that.”

He twitches impatiently against your palm, so you indulge him, jerk him off rougher. And finally – finally! – his eyes fall shut and you watch the muscles in his neck relax.

“Shit,” he whispers. “Shit, shit, shit! You – you’re so good at this, fuck … yeah fuck, harder, come on.”

Heat slams into your body, heat and arousal. You realize just how empty your cunt is, just how much you want to be filled, and you wish you could hear him say the same things when he’s buried inside of you, telling you how tight you feel, how wet, how hard it is for him to hold back. For a brief moment, you want to take care of him, you want him to come all over your hand, you want to feel him come undone, you want to be the one to put him back together. You want it enough for you to almost abandon your plan … almost.

You give him a few more strokes, rough, quick, let him thrust into your hand.

“Shit, I’m gonna come,” he pants, eyes screwed shut in concentration, desperate to find release in your grip.

And then you stop.

The second you remove your hand, he whips around, fury on his face. His eyes are dark, darker than they should be even in this shadowed space, and it takes you some restraint not to stumble away from him. His chest and neck are covered in a sheen of sweat, the skin is flush with arousal, his hard breath is making him tremble. You try very hard to keep your eyes on his face because lowering them would mean to acknowledge his hard cock. It would mean to acknowledge how much you want him inside of you.

“What the fuck, woman?” he spits.

You shrug, fixing your gaze on a pulsing vein in his neck so you don’t have to look directly into his eyes, and say, “Do you even know what a fluffer does? Google it.” Before he can answer you, before he can makeyou finish what you started, you grab a shirt and a pair of pants from the rack and fling them at him. “Get ready.”

Triumph surges through you, makes you feel light-headed. You have to fight to keep down a smile, a twinkle in your eyes, the rush of happiness you suddenly feel. Sure of your victory, you turn around, ready to leave.

His hand closes around your wrist and he whips you back around, so fast you have to grab his shoulder to steady yourself. You’re so close to him you feel his breath against your cheeks, against your lips, you could lose yourself in his eyes if you let your guard down, and for one wild, heart-pounding, exhilarating moment you think he’s going to kiss you. But he’s still furious, he’s still panting, and you feel his cock pressing into your hip with insistence, shattering your romantic notions. Despite the anger, his smirk makes its way back onto his face, not his usual one, the one he puts on when he’s teasing you, but a menacing one that makes you swallow hard, a motion you have no control over.

He notices, sees your skin jump, and his free hand closes around your throat, not hard, but with a steady grip that makes your pupils dilate and your pulse pick up speed.

“We’re not done yet.”

It’s a threat, you know it is.

And he’s right, you’re definitely not done yet.

But then he shoves you away, pulls up his underwear, and storms off.

You’re lost. You are completely lost, your feelings of triumph gone. On unsteady legs, you stumble backwards, deeper into the trailer, until your back hits the wall and you slide down, shaking and trembling and yearning, hating yourself for feeling his loss so strongly, like you lost one of your limbs. Before you can form a rational thought, you shove your hand into your pants, your fingers into your aching cunt, chasing that feeling of how it felt to have them wrapped around his full, hard cock. You ride them, pushing yourself off the ground on your heels, rolling your hips in desperate circles. Quickly, you bite down on your other hand, muffling the frantic whimpers that escape you – one tiny part of your brain is still afraid of getting caught, while the rest of your body is yearning for the one man you’re supposed to keep away from.

Because you hate him.

You hate him for how quickly you make yourself come, for how hard you clench around your own fingers.

And you hate him for how empty and unsatisfied you feel afterwards.

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forgive - hyunjin x f reader

angst, fluff, smut, royal au, 4.1k

to die just as one graduates to motherhood is the tragic fate of countless women of your time. though there is no shame in falling victim to eve’s curse, one does feels a deserving sense of pride in their ability to look the devil in the eye and turn one’s cheek. to crawl through the forest of death and drag oneself towards the light. many are denied the privilege of survival. living is a sign from the heavens that perhaps there is a reason for such trials. that strife is a lesson in one’s journey, a meaning to life.

but to die before bearing your husband a son is a fate you would readily accept in place of the dark nothing you nearly surrendered to. the thought drifts into your mind the moment your greatest trial and grandest reward shifts in your arms, your daughter’s wails slowly rising in pitch and frequency as you smile loftily at her bundled form in your lap. she sings a song most would call unbearable. the screech so shrill, it pierces through even the most impenetrable guard. but never through you. you could continue to find peace in the deafening sound had it not been for your husband. your dear, sweet husband.

your king.

your king, whose presence thus far escaped you. that is until he asked, just a decibel louder than the wailing infant, “could you please settle her, sweet?”

“oh,” you glance at his rigid form, across your living quarters, to find his pretty scowl trained on his heir, only softening when his eyes meet the familiar orbs of his queen. “my apologies, hyunjin. is she distracting you?”

“no,” he breathes, allowing his head to fall back on the loveseat, his sculpted cheek puffs. “it’s just annoying.”

“it?” your eyes quickly return to him, only to be met by the back of his morning paper. “i do hope you are referring to the sound itself and not to your child, my love?”

“does it matter?” he sighs, realising moments too late that the room has stilled. “my dear, i did not mean to offend.’

“of course not, your highness,” ah, ‘your highness’. you call on the title in the times you wish to hurt him most. “she is but a child, of course you meant her no offense. i ask for your mercy, sire.”

“i sense hostility in you.”

“shall I call on a nurse for you, your grace?” he wonders for a second what the reason could be before you readily come to his aid. “it is most unlike you to use sense of any kind.”

“that was out of turn-”

“me? my king, you believe it is i who is out of turn?” hyunjin knows there is no answer to such a question. because yes would present grounds for annulment and no would mean he is wrong. and kings cannot be found in the wrong. “not the new father who refers to his daughter as ‘it’? of course it is not he who is speaking out of turn, not when he is a king.

“when he is a man.”

“ah, ‘men are the source of all the world’s ailments’, must we hear excerpts from your manifesto again, my love? it is only noon,” he assumes you hear only humour in his tone and decides to take it a step further. “is it in your plans to fill the house of hwang with women just to spite me?”

“oh,” you breathe, smiling softly as he watches, “is it a son you desire, hyunjin? is that what you want?” his eyes squint as he watches his love rise to place his only heir in the cot before you glide over to him, sweetness vanishing from your eyes as you succumb to your wrath. “you want a son, king hyunjin? then give me one.”

“leave us.” the servants standing by flee the room, quick to abandon a maid who halts as hyunjin blocks her path. “take the child.”

she takes a hurried step towards your child before she is stopped once more. “take my child and i will take your hand.” the poor girl is quick to abandon her king’s direct order before fleeing the scene, closing the door as she departs.

a biting silence takes the place of the bodies that once filled the chamber, thickening every corner of the room. minutes pass before hyunjin realises you have no further interest in him. “if it were not for the fact my heart beats for you, my beloved, i too would take my leave.”

“your heart? is that what beats in your chest, hyunjin? a heart?” he scoffs, unbothered by the deflection masked by your jab. “kings are meant to rule, not jest. do not humour me.”

“was your tea cup mistaken for a bedpan?”

“i almost died, jinnie!” he withers as you tremble, your eyes misting as you try to find someone resembling your beloved in the man sat across from you. “i almost lost my life bearing you the heir you prayed for, only for you to treat her with the same regard one does a child born in illegitimacy.” he wishes to deny it, and you see it too. but your eyes are alight and hyunjin swears he sees his end in them. “she is your child, hyunjin. and should she be your only, she will wear your crown with pride and rule as well as any boy ever could.”

“i know that.” your scoff stung like a strike to the cheek and winds him like a blow to the gut. “i do. y/n, i swear it to you.”

“then perhaps you should act like it.” he finally sees what fuels your rage and rests behind your eyes: disappointment. “you cannot love me and not my kin, jin. i won’t allow it.”

“my love,” he reaches for you but you repel, moving instead to the babbling baby. “you mistake my desire for a son as a lack of joy for my daughter.” pulling your hands from the sides of the cot, he dwarfs them with his own. “i love her with everything i have in me. i swear.”

“had my father received me as you did our child, i would not believe that to be the case.”

“forgive me, my love.” you’re quick to cast your gaze elsewhere, ignoring his puppy eyed plea. “i will pray the heavens take mercy on me, but i need you to first. please believe me when i say i love her. i do. she is half of the greatest woman to ever walk this kingdom, i worship her.”

“then why? why the cold shoulder? why treat her this way?” he suddenly finds himself unable to answer, opting instead to rock the baby, basking in her glow. with a soft sigh, you raise a hand to his cheek, offering him reprieve as he burrows into your palm. “what troubles you?”

“nothing, my love.” your disbelieving gaze sends his shoulders south, his whole frame sagging. “it’s just my dealings with the courts.” of course. the courts. “i spent every night bowed in ceaseless prayer. i prayed for your health, for your life, for our child. i prayed until bruises formed on my knees, my love. and still i prayed. but as i prayed for my family, they prayed only for my successor, for a boy.” though you find it impossible, he manages to lower himself further. folding himself into you, almost in two, hiding his long face from view. “once I caught wind of their talks with the lord, i condemned it. i condemned any prayer against my wishes but the court can do as they please in their solitude and i know we do not rule on fear but after her birth, for the first time in my life? i wished we did.” it was inexplicable, the difficulty you had beholding an enraged hyunjin, the skin curving around his knuckles and jaw as they tightened with every word he uttered, your heart tightening in kind. “i wanted to make heads roll, to end them for the disregard they paid my child, my family, my wife.” it starts to make sense now, his grinding teeth and red rimmed eyes. his late and sleepless nights. the nights hypnos granted him even a slither of reprieve were spent clinging to you, a cold sweat soaking the sheets, puzzling you beyond belief. it all makes sense. “the courts have filled me with doubt. they warned of foreign enemies who would hear of our heir, of our girl. that they would see her as a sign we are weak, that we are lesser.”

“but how can they speak in such a way? we are ahead of such things.”

“my love, you must see past the likes of lord kim and baron han. the rest of the men in my court are old, and stuck in old ways. our nation has not seen a queen on the throne since the likes of my widowed great, great grandmother.” his hands cup your face, bleary eyes blinking back the tears his heavy words summoned. “i love you, y/n. and i love her. all i want is for you both to be safe. but i live in constant fear that i cannot keep you safe with enemies outside our walls and evidently within.”

“hyunjin, my love,” he settles at the soft spoken call of his name, the loving address soothing his forlorn heart. “i will burn the court to the ground before they bring harm to my kin. or to you.” it is not unlike you to let your anger consume you. in fact, it is but a facet of what made him fall in love with you. what continues to bother him is the fact he was not the first to make such a bold promise. “my love?”

“fret not, my queen,” his nimble hands gather his daughter from her cot, his lips pulling in a soft grin as the child gargles, reaching up for him. “it is just, with my brains and your ferocity, i believe this hwang might be the greatest queen- no, ruler levanter has ever seen.”

“forgive me, my love,” the apology fills the space to his left, from where your temple rests on his shoulder, fingers toying with his undershirt. “but you do not suggest that this girl will be inheriting her brains from her father-”

“watch your mouth.”

“watch it for me.”

“careful,” he warns, dropping his lips to yours for a brief peck before withdrawing but an inch, “i might just give you that son you asked for.”

“careful, or i might just let you.” your rebuttal has him fanning your lips with a breathless chortle, urging you to rise to the tips of your toes and connect your lips to his once more. when you withdraw, he follows, resting his forehead on yours, smiling softly as your eyes meet. your voice is barely a whisper as you enquire, “what do we do now, my love?”

“now, i will handle the courts,” huffing, hyunjin places a kiss to the crown of his daughter’s head, smiling as he does. “i am afraid you will just have to handle everything else.” the regret in his words do not match the smirk on his lips, though he confesses, “i do not envy you, my love.” placing the baby in the cot once more, he pulls you into his chest, resting his cheek at the uppermost point on your head. “but i will keep you both safe. i put my life on it-”

“sire,” you warn, leaning up to kiss his neck. “your life is no longer yours to wager.”

“is that so?” hyunjin only grins at your assured affirmation. “my queen, is there anything that is mine in this kingdom?”

“me.” even after all these years, hyunjin is undone by you. from your matter of fact utterance, a breathless admission of submission to your glowy eyed gaze, eyes shining with pure adoration. “i belong to you.”

“you do?” he sighs when you nod, the small bounce of your head forcing his own head up and down. his eyes and hands slowly trail down your arms stilling at your fingers. slipping his digits between yours, he raises them to his pouted lips, slowly pressing each one with a kiss so soft and so sweet, you nearly jump as he speaks. “and these? do these belong to me?”

“yes, sire.”

“good,” he breathes, joy flashing behind his eyes. “and what about this?” he whispers against your lips, his plump lips tangling with your own. only after playing with your tongue, sucking on the muscle and swallowing your whines does he ask, “is this smart mouth of yours mine?”

“all yours.”

he nods in agreement, fingers gliding down the side of your neck, dusting over your chemise to cup you over your stay. only to find you bare. “were you that hastened to join me for tea?”

“no,” you laugh, hitting his chest as he pulls you closer, enjoying feeling your near bare chest on his. “i breastfeed.” you love your king. for as slow as he is, he is twice as loving. you watch realisation dawn on him not once but twice, a slight pout stealing his lips, exaggerated by their natural downturn. “what is it?”

“i just,” he stops, laughing to himself. “i just realised these-” he cups your tender breasts, thumb barely dusting the sore nubs. “-they’re no longer mine.”

“hyunjin!” his laughter picks up before it stills, the sleeping princess nearly awoken by the delight of her parents. “no, they’re on loan.”

“that’s fine.” he sighs, ducking his head to kiss the center of your chest. “i’ll wait.”

“i’m proud of you.”

“thank you,” your pride does not last long, as he lowers his hands to cup your ass and pull you flush against him. through your chemise and slip, you feel him. all of him. he deftly slips his tongue between your gasping lips, filling your mouth in ways that force your panties to dampen, the fabric soaking with every roll of his hardening cock to your aching slit. “but this is mine,” he reminds you, leaving no room for misunderstanding. “do you understand?”

“y-yes.”

“yes, who?”

“yes, your grace.”

“good. now, go get a nurse for the princess.” the king proclaims, emphasising his point with a firm slap to your ass as you almost sprint out of the room. as you return with the nanny, you feel your heart swell to almost double its size. you find hyunjin by your daughter’s basket, a soft lullaby floating in the air as he gathers her in his long, folded arms. you watch him pass her to the nanny, his fingers passing over her puffed up knuckle, in awe of her inherent daintiness. “sleep well, my dove.”

you fear he might have forgotten you as the two leave and he stares in quiet longing. you finally approach him as his sniffles begin. “hyunjin?”

“i have missed her.” he whines, wet eyes cast skyward, guilt staining his face. “i have been a terrible father-”

“no.” your scold has his gaze falling, his shining eyes searching your frowning face. “not terrible. never terrible. just a little distant.” you soften as he nods, understanding pouring into him as you craddle his face in your palms. “you know now.”

“yeah,” he agrees, leaning to press a wet kiss to your lips. “please forgive me, my love.”

“there’s nothing to forgive.” you hum against his pouting lips, moulding your mouth with his as you try and tear him from this spell of despair. “come sit,” you whisper, guiding him towards his original seat.

when he lowers into it and feels you lower in kind, though to the ground, he frowns deeply. “i-” he stalls as you palm him through his slack breeches, fingers gripping him through the fabric. he grinds up into your closing fist, eyes squeezing shut as you momentarily silence him. the peace is short lived as he moans, realising what you’ve done to him. “i wanted to pleasure you.”

“and you will,” you quickly assure him, smirking when his frown deepens. “once i pleasure you.”

“fine.” he concedes, crossing his arms as you unfasten his breeches. you glare at him through your lashes until he huffs, stiffly raising his hips to allow you room to lower his garments down his thighs. “is there anything else i can do for you, mrs hwang?”

“that is all.” you chortle, fanning the reddened, leaking head of his cock. the sound forces a smile on his face until your tongue glides against his glistening slit. he almost chokes when you gaze up at him suddenly, eyes full of too much love for one king to fathom. “you just relax, okay?”

he can barely make himself nod as he fills your sight with his lovesick smile. “i don’t deserve you.”

“i know.” you rise to your knees to swallow his retraction, enjoying the lurid way he melts under the touch of your lips and palm. you offer languid strokes up and down his length, thumbing at his slit as he practically dribbles down himself. “jinnie, you’re making a mess.”

“‘m sorry.” the whine isn’t worrisome, but rather his second admission of guilt. with a gentle shake of your head, you raise your unsoiled hand to his lips, smearing your mingled saliva across his chin.

“i like you messy,” you admit, watching his eyes glaze over at your confession. “you’re always so proper now. you were never like that.” you squeeze him tighter at his base as you speak, dragging up the length of his cock, forcing a mewl from his throat as he releases his bitten, spit slicked lip. “remember when you were still a prince, and i just a lady?” he nods dumbly, head rolled to the side as drool pools on the corner of his mouth. “you used to fuck me in the greenhouse as it rained on a starry night. and behind the guards’ stables. even in the old maid’s quarters-”

“tha-that’s because we couldn’t anywhere else.”

“true,” you tut, wiping his chin as he fucks up into your closed fist. “yet now the kingdom is yours, you only ever fuck me in the castle.”

“but i always fuck you well.” when you just smile his hips falter, brows knitting as you massage his tensed thigh. “say it.”

“say what?”

“that i always fuck you well.”

“you do fuck me well,” you knowingly half agree, pumping him in your tight fist before he grabs your wrist. only a few seconds pass but the small fire ignited by your defiance burns for an eternity. the warm embers blazed to a full village fire when you squeeze at his base, moving to restart your ministrations. hyunjin only scoffs, clicking his tongue with a soft shake of his head. “a king’s ego should not be so dependent on his queen-”

before you can finish, his fingers cling to the base of your neck, squeezing in a way that traps the words in your throat. he feels you swallow, his dark eyes watching how you struggle to breathe. it’s dizzying. the way he eyes you, flitting between your expanding chest and gasping mouth. he presses the back of his hand to your chin, tilting your lips toward his mouth as he leans in. “it seems my ego rests on the mocking words of my smart mouthed wife,” he whispers into your open mouth, sucking softly on your bottom lip. “so, my queen, mightn’t you humour me? tell me that which i desire to hear.”

“you-” he senses an unfitting retort on your tongue and tightens his grip, marvelling at the delicious way your eyes roll back. he only loosens when theu water, gleaming in pitiful surrender. “you always fuck me well.”

“like i will now.”

“li-like you will now.”

“good,” he grins, proud of your slow but gratifying progress. helping you stand, hyunjin gathers the hem of your chemise in his fists, hiking it up to your waist before placing the fabric in your waiting hands. he feels for your undergarments, fingers gliding along the soft skin of your belly, purposely missing the waistband of your panties. he watches your breathing change with every long second he teases you, missing your sex in obvious ways. when you whine he only tuts, watching a frown kiss your features. “it’s not nice to be kept waiting, is it?”

“no,” you mumble, jutting out a full blown pout. “please touch me, hyunjin.” you too can sense your lover’s utterances before they are ever fully realised. like now, when he smirks, knuckles dusting over your throbbing heat. “properly.”

your emphasis has him chortling, the sound delighting you in ways you cannot explain. how long had it been since you had him like this? warm and open, delighted by the trivialities of foreplay. excited by your pending coitus. it brings a sudden joy to your heart, and, to your husband at least, an inexplicable grin to your bitten lips.

“what tickles you, my love?”

“i just missed you.” you confess, not too dissimilar to his earlier realisation. “i want you happy always.”

“oh,” he breathes, finally pinching your panties and sliding them down past your ankles. “one can feel nothing but joy when you are near.”

“is that so?” you hum as he pulls you to his lap, his thumb dipping into your soaking cunt before slow dragging it along your swollen clit.

“it is so,” he affirms, offering soft pecks to the taut skin of your neck. “it’s why i married you.”

“really- oh,” words stick in your throat as he dips a lone finger in you, his thumb still circling as he presses against your walls. your lips find his in your daze, somehow still embarrassed by the awe with which he regards you. your hips roll against his cramped hand, chasing the beginnings of a tightening coil in the base of your belly. “you’re still infatuated with me?”

“always.” he removes himself without leaving your lips, swallowing your taunt as he guides you onto his awaiting cock. time stills for a moment as you adjust, brain whirring as you both realise the time that has passed since you had him like this. your throbbing walls clamped around his pulsing cock. the subtle tremor of his thighs as you sink onto him, buttocks resting in his waiting palms. he offers a gentle squeeze, one of comfort and question. “can you move?” you nod against his skin, damp forehead pressed to his as he guides your motions with gentle tilts of his wrists. his tongue slips into your mouth, readily lapping at your own as you wrap your arms around his neck. his hands rise to your hips in time, guiding you with a firmer grip, enjoying the slow rock of your hips on his aching cock. he feels you squeeze around him as he sucks on your tongue, his thighs shaking with a looming orgasm. he pulls you in closer, lifting you inches in the air before leaving your slippery lips. before you can even think to protest, hyunjin snaps up into you at a steady pace, enjoying the mewls he conjures from you.

“jinnie, i’m- i-”

“it’s okay,” he groans, on his own verge of release. “it’s okay, my love. let go.”

and you do. moments later you let go, loudly soiling his lap and favourite loveseat as he fucks into your soaking cunt. seconds later he follows you, head thrown back as he releases in you, fearful of nothing but the stained upholstery as he thanks the lord above that you are his wife.

“you owe me a new chair.” he says suddenly, still panting as you pepper soft kiss along his shoulder blade. “and new breeches.”

“it is you who is to blame, sire.” he watches with a raised brow as you rest on his knees. “you always fuck me so well, how could i help myself?”

“ah, right.” he folds when you laugh, the sound forcing his hands upward, along with the corners of his lips. “forgive me, my love.”

“i love you.” you whisper instead, settling against his chest as you both ignore the compromising position you’re in. “so much.”

“and i you,” he swears. “always.”

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moonshineboyz · 3 years

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Pairing: volleyball player!Juyeon × volleyball player! fem reader

Genre: Smut, enemies with benefits

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, rough/hate (?) sex, usage of the word slut, mentions of choking and spanking, lowkey public sex, brief fingering

a/n: i know juyeon is not holding a volleyball but let's just pretend. i got this idea from listening to lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off by panic! at the disco 🤠 i'm not sure if i like the ending but,,, (@annyeongffs enjoy bb)

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“Okay guys, let’s wrap up for today. Both teams did great!” The coach called and everyone got out of their positions, stretching out the tense muscles and walking out of court. “Nuh uh, minus you two Juyeon and Y/N.” He called again making you stop in your tracks. “You’re gonna take the volleyballs and net to the equipment room and pump up the basketballs. That’s what you get for arguing and swearing at each other every five minutes even during practice.”

You cursed under your breath sending a death glare towards Juyeon, who just looked at you expressionless. ‘Stupid son of a bitch.’

The coach left the court with the remaining of your team mates that waved at you from afar. You waved back and went to collect the scattered balls letting the boy get the net, since he was taller.

“If you weren’t so annoying, I could be going to my dorm right now.” He said when you walked past him on your way to the equipment room. You thought in giving a rude reply but bit your tongue not to curse back at him, already feeling your blood boil. “I'm talking to you.” You turned on your heel to face him.

“What do you mean? It’s your fault! You were throwing the ball too far for me to catch it in time!” You snarled.

“Isn’t it the whole point? Make the ball touch the floor on your adversary's side? I think you're just complaining because you're not that good of a player." Juyeon had just finished getting the net out of the first pole and glared at you with a raised brow. He really was getting under your skin.

"For your information, I'm the second best in the female team. I just can't deal with bullshit coming from a jerk like you."

Fuming, you turned your back again, walking away to fight back the temptation of throwing one of the balls in your arms directly at his annoying handsome face. Juyeon knew exactly how to get on your nerves and you couldn't stand having to be in the same room with him for too long without getting annoyed or bickering.

You were looking into the lockers searching for a second air pump, since there wasn't any other way and you had to pump up the balls, the best option was to you two do it separately so you could go home as soon as possible. While you were at it Juyeon entered the equipment room bringing the net and you quickly thought of a way to get yourself out of that situation.

"Here, the air pump." You handed him the object, to which he accepted but kept looking at you puzzled. "I didn't find another one, so, you do it."

"And what you're gonna do?"

"Go home!? What else do you expect me to do? Blow out the balls like they're balloons?" Your eyes rolled at how he scoffed at you, arms crossing in front of your body.

"I mean, I know something else you'd like to blow." A cheeky grin grew on his lips and past scenes of his dick on your mouth flashed through your mind.

“Shut the fuck up, will you? You’re so fucking annoying.” You raised your voice taking the boy aback for a moment, your jaw clenched and brows furrowed. “I can’t even stand looking at y-"

The words died at your throat as Juyeon dropped the air pump to grab your jaw firmly, pushing you up against the nearest wall. He was close, his tall figure towering over yours as he looked down at you with dark eyes.

“If you want to yell at me so bad, then I'll give you a reason to do so.” He muttered through gritted teeth and you could feel he was getting mad as well.

“Fuck you.” You scoffed trying to masquerade the fact that your heart was beating fast.

“Oh, you just did on semi-finals night, darling.” Juyeon let go of your face to brush his knuckles against the skin of your cheek, trailing south till it reached the side of your neck. You wished you didn’t shiver at the light touch, making it obvious to him that you enjoyed it. “Speaking of which, where have you been these past weeks? Were you too busy with that asshole from the basketball team?”

You didn’t even notice when you started to hold your breath but you were already feeling intoxicated by the low tone of his voice, knowing exactly what he was implying. His longs fingers wrapping around your throat not helping at all, and you thanked the sound of your racing heart wasn’t audible.

“Why? Jealous much?” It took everything in you to let that out in a disinterested voice, sticking to an attitude not to let him win in any circumstance.

“C'mon, doll, you know I'd never date you; this is just for the fun. You’re just someone to hook up with.” He took a step closer, few inches away to press his body against yours. His skin was still glistening from the after practice sweat and you could almost say he looked hot, even though your mouth told otherwise.

“And that’s all you can get after all. You’re good in bed but you’re as charming as a rock. No surprise you’re single.” Juyeon quirked a brow, his eyes dark as ever.

“Aw, you’re not attracted to me? Yeah, keep lying to yourself, darling. This is the most fun you can have besides taking your clothes off, isn’t it?” His breath fanned at your lips as the grip on your throat tightened, making him chuckle when a small moan dared to scape you. “Gosh, I really missed your pretty little pussy swallowing my dick and you screaming my name.”

You hated Juyeon to the moon and back with your whole being. He was arrogant, full of himself and egocentric, but what you hated the most was the fact that he knew how to touch you and make you feel things in a way you’d never experienced before, and you’d never admit that out loud. You'd never admit to his face how you also missed him pounding into you while you hooked up with other guys.

It was hard to recall when or even how you two started having this type of relationship, an 'enemies with benefits' kind you could say, because you clearly weren’t friends at all. You would pay not to have to spend the practice time looking at his face, and Juyeon would rather die than bumping into you in the hallways.

But both couldn’t deny the sexual tension, and maybe that’s what led you to it, or maybe that was only a tactic to release stress, and you just happened to be there for each other. What’s a better way to calm your nerves than fucking your enemy? The sex was great after all and you couldn’t name any other boy who has ever made you cum so hard. Perhaps the hate towards each other really did add fuel to the fire and made things more interesting, competing who could make the other orgasm the fastest.

"I hate you so much." You said trying not to moan again when Juyeon pressed his torso against yours, sneaking his knee between your thighs, to which you rolled your hips grinding down on it.

"It's reciprocal, I just like to fuck you dumb." His hands went to your waist, grabbing hard and pulling you more into him. You were already melting at the tip of his fingers and didn't think twice before crashing your lips together and tugged at his hair with force as he moved his leg to cause more friction on your core. His big hands roaming all over your body roughly and squeezing your ass. A hiss came out of Juyeon's lips when you scratched his back underneath the shirt, sure to leave red marks. "Don't start a game you know you're gonna lose."

Juyeon pulled you by the wrist to the old desk to careless bend you over it. You couldn't lie saying you didn't like how everything was rough with him, it made a shiver run down your spine every time he kissed you hard and pulled your hair as you cursed at him digging your nails into his skin. He never cared about whether or not he was leaving bruises on your hips, neck and inner thighs, but neither did you. You secretly enjoyed admiring them later in the mirror.

“Here? Really?”

“It’s not like we haven’t done this before. Plus, everyone left, you can scream all you want.” A hand came down hard on your right ass cheek making you yelp. Another smack on the left side and you winced in pain arching your back. “You look good in the team's uniform, but look even better when I'm filling you up.”

He massaged your ass before harshly pulling your tight shorts down to your ankles and you stepped out of them, feeling his hands travel up your legs and holding your hips to press his hard on on your clothed core. You sighed grinding against him, your mind already getting hazy.

The boy brought you up to leave hungry kisses down your neck and bit on the curvature. Your breath hitched when his short nails raked the skin of your belly and you let your head rest on his shoulder, closing your eyes lost in the sensations. “Now tell me, is it still me that makes you sweat? Did you think of me when you were in bed with them?” He growled in your ear biting your lobe, making you grind harder.

“Not even for a second, didn’t even cross my mind.” Lucky you your mouth worked faster than your body so you didn’t dumbly nod agreeing with him. “You’re good but not the best.” You weren’t even ashamed in lying.

Juyeon let out a dark chuckle and grabbed your throat while the other hand squeezed one of your breasts. “We both know I've got a hotter touch, a better fuck than any guy you’ll ever meet. Or else you wouldn’t be coming back begging for my cock whenever you feel horny.”

“You wish.”

“Then why are you still here?” He teased licking your neck and smirked when you shuddered.

“Didn’t you say you missed my pussy? Then fuck me already.” You huffed impatient to which his only answer was to rub circles in your clit over your damp underwear. Juyeon pushed you back to bend over the desk, quickly and roughly pulling your panties down that you’d had stumbled if you were standing straight. “You’re gonna rip my panties, you asshole.”

He scoffed, slapping you once again. “You didn’t complain the other times I did.” His hand palmed himself through the shorts while the other went to your core, fingers playing with your wet folds. You whimpered when he slid one digit inside and added a second right after already moving, making your back arch. “Think I need to remind you that you’re just a fuck toy, not some porcelain doll. They must’ve treated you so nicely, but you like it rough, don’t you?”

Juyeon removed his fingers from you and pulled his own shorts down just enough to free his member and teased your slit with the tip, making you bite your lip in anticipation. Your breath got cut short when he gripped your waist and pushed in in one quick thrust, his cock disappearing into your warmth and your pussy clenched at the feeling of every inch of him stretching you open.

He didn't give you time to even take a deep breath and started moving in a fast pace, grabbing your hips with force. You could feel your whole body getting hot, sweat starting to form on your temples, skin prickling. "How someone so annoying like you have a pussy so good?" He groaned giving a hard, sharp thrust making you gasp and lifted your right leg to put over the desk. You were there so open for him; bent over that he could do anything. And you enjoyed every part of it.

Breathy moans were leaving your lips mixing with obscene wet sounds from your dripping cunt and his hips slamming yours recklessly now, going deeper and deeper inside you. Juyeon was holding you so strong and digging his nails in your skin that you were sure it'd leave bruises. "F-fuck, Juyeon!" You screamed out when he pulled almost all of his length out just to pushed it back in with a quick motion. He smirked to himself and kept repeating it, just to see you writhe and lose your mind.

His hand pulled your ponytail to which you winced but couldn't contain a moan. Your knuckles were turning white holding onto the desk for dear life as Juyeon completely rammed into you. "Not so talkative right now, huh?" He grabbed both your arms, pinning them behind your back with his own hands. "Look at you clenching so desperately. Gonna cum on my cock like a good slut?" His voice was low, watching your whole body shake as you approached your high, loud and breathy sounds escaping your lips.

You came crying out his name, shaking violently and trying to roll your hips back to get more of him. Juyeon pulled out slowly, feeling your walls fluttering and you whimpered at the emptiness. Even though you were sensitive, Juyeon's dick was so good that it never failed to make you want more and more.

A last sigh left you before you got pushed to your knees facing his cock. "Now be the good little slut and you are and put this mouth to a better use."

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voidcat · 2 years

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characters: iwaizumi hajime, you & wc: 689

prompt 13 + fluff for the winter event for onyx!

a/n: technically this is an angst prompt but i think it was fun to experiment and twist it like that. i hope you like this onyx!! happy new year again:)

With heavy silence hanging in the air, Oikawa thinks it's so thick even a knife might face trouble cutting it.

And in the midst of it, Iwaizumi looks at you with an expression not many have seen on his face, lips almost trembling and his voice so thin: "What is it about me that isn't good enough?"

Closing your eyes, letting your head fall, you sigh and place your hand on his, "Haji..."

"What does he have that I don't?" he cuts in, you can hear his voice sting.

A "Hey!" is heard from the other side of the table but no one seems to pay Makki any mind in this moment.

"Haji, you know my heart lies with you." you speak softly, letting your hand fall to cover his and give a reassuring squeeze. "With my entire being, my soul and mind, I'm always here," gripping his hand tighter, you bring it to his chest, where his heart beats right behind his ribs.

You can feel him soften under your touch, his body relaxing a little.

Then letting your voice drop, you continue: "But you just need to admit and let go. Makki simply is better at this game than you are."

You end your words with a curt nod at him.

"You know, that's not the only thing I-"

"Shut it Makki!" both you and Hajime say at the same time,turning your heads sharp at a very annoyed pink boy.

And as if it's a life or death, the two of you resume the dramatic moment from where you've left off, only Mattsun's snicker being proof to Makki speaking at all.

Oikawa watches the entire exchange without making a singlr sound, mouth slightly open, confusion written all over his face.

"Since when was monopoly a team game again?" Oikawa's voice, going higher and higher pitched with each word, fills the air.

"A lot has changed since you left for Argentina, shittykawa." Hajime snaps, without bothering to face him.

Somehow, hearing the old nickname with the same old play-pretend spite makes it feel like nothing has changed.

"And that includes a worldwide known game becoming a team game and somehow an entire country being left in the shadows!?"

Makki adds from where he sits as he shows something to Mattsun on his phone. "Not the whole country, just you."

"That's it. You all have gone crazy." Oikawa shakes his head again, arms thrown in the air rather dramatically, as always, in classical Oikawa style.

Despite all the time that has passed, truly, nothing has changed.

“It’s weird how good Makki is at monopoly though.” Mattsun speaks for everyone, while ignoring his protests at his words.

"Yea, why don't you invest in real estate or something?"

"Sure, lemme just," shoving his hands into his pockets and pulling out the empty sockets, Makki turns to Oikawa, "Hey, wanna be my sugar daddy and invest in my-" "No."

Oikawa cuts him off quick, which only draws a giggle from you, and an exhausted sigh from Hajime.

Bringing a hand to his chest, Mattsun gasps: "I can't believe you're out looking a sugar daddy without asking me how I feel about this."

"Eh?" Makki, more puzzled than ever, just stares.

"Yeah Makki, how could you do this to your boyfriend?" you join to ignite the flame.

("Since when have we been dating again?!" "I can't believe you're even asking this...") their voices start to drown in the background, as you lean back with a laugh, watching the whole exchange and Oikawa's occasional commentary only to mess things up further.

Your back hitting something hard, rather than the soft cushions of the seats, you turn to see Hajime's arm wrapping around you.

Face drawing near yours, he speaks in a whisper.

"Why don't we ditch those..." he lets his eyes wander to the ongoing quarrel of the trio. "whatever this is, and have ourselves a nice lunch instead? Maybe spend some alone time together?"

His breath almost tickling your ear, and the offer quite tempting, you rest your head on his, trapping him by your neck in the process.

"Sure thing, lead the way."

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 3 years

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Words: 12,601 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: pre-apocalypse Warnings: language (duh, it's me), violence, domestic violence A/N: This one got LONGGGGG woo! Protective, badass Daryl is just so. damn. good. Summary: Daryl has long had a crush on Y/N, a waitress at the local dive bar. When things start to go bad with her boyfriend, he suddenly finds himself solving problems for her.

Your name: submit What is this?

Your friend nudged you gently with her elbow as you started to move past her with your tray. “Hey. Who’s that?” she asked, nudging her head in the direction of the door. Two men had just walked in. They were regulars at the bar where you’d been a waitress for a long time. Your friend, however, had just started working there a couple days earlier.

“Oh, the Dixon brothers,” you said, skirting past her to load your tray up with the next round of drinks.

“Are they trouble?” she asked, giving you a sideways glance. You had to laugh at that question. The bar you worked at was a total dive and most of the clientele were unsavory characters. It was frequented by a lot of the biker gangs that road the highway causing trouble.

“Everyone in here pretty much is trouble,” you said, loading the row of beers on the bar top onto your tray.

“Even Mark,” she said, her tone dripping sweet because she knew it would annoy you. You rolled your eyes.

“Even Mark,” you agreed. You’d met your boyfriend at the bar while you were working. You hadn’t been dating that long, only about 3 months. He was a member of one of the biker gangs, but you’d grown up around people like him and the rest of the bar patrons your whole life. You were used to the whistles and catcalling and even the occasional ass-grabbery. Most of the time you felt perfectly safe at work with Charlie, the bartender, watching over things and quite frankly, most of the men tipped you generously. You just chose not to think about where they got the money. You didn’t come from any money at all, and you’d gotten a job as soon as you legally could to help your mom pay the bills. She had already been working two full-time jobs trying to keep your family afloat. Even before you’d been able to work officially you took every babysitting or lawn mowing gig you could find. Your dad was a good man, kind and loving, but an alcoholic. He’d had a work accident when you were just a baby and had chronic back pain from it. He was still young when he finally succumbed to his alcoholism.

And you’d just kept working.

“Well, that younger brother is cute,” your friend said, drawing your attention back to the two men who’d just walked in. “What’re their names?”

“Gimme a minute and I’ll introduce you,” you said. You rounded the bar and took the beers on your loaded tray over to a table of boisterous bikers and handed them out. By the time you got back up to the bar, the Dixon brothers had wandered over.

“Well, if it isn’t my favorite girl,” Merle grinned at you, leaning his forearms on the bar. “Whatchu doin’ lookin’ that good up in here? You lookin’ to start a fight?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling at him. “Merle, you can knock off the sweet talkin’. It’s not gonna get you free booze.”

“Who said I even come in here for the booze?” he flirted shamelessly, shooting a wink at you. This time you did laugh appreciatively.

“Uh huh. Well, since you’re at the bar and not in my section, I can get away with ignoring you all night,” you joked. “Charlie will be glad to take your order.” You glanced at the younger Dixon brother who seemed to be quite purposefully keeping his eyes on his hands as he fiddled with a discarded beer top. “How are you, Daryl?” His blue eyes shot up to meet yours. “Doin’ alright?”

Daryl nervously licked his lips and nudged his nose up in a single nod. His heart was hammering away in his chest.

“Good. That’s good,” you said, giving him a wide smile. Daryl’s heart jumped. Fuck. He always felt completely out of control when you smiled at him like that. Half the time it shut down his ability to engage in any sort of conversation and seemed to make his body start malfunctioning. “Well, listen boys. This is my friend Rachel. She just started workin’ here a couple days ago so I expect you to go easy on her.” Rachel smiled at them and said hello. “This is Merle Dixon and his brother Daryl.” You caught sight of one of your tables trying to flag you down. “Merle is the one you need to watch out for. He’ll try his hardest to charm you right out of your skirt, even if it never works,” you joked. “Right, Daryl?”

The younger Dixon brother hardly responded, except that his blue eyes flickered up to your face again for a moment before you breezed away. He looked up again as Charlie wandered over and asked what the Dixons wanted to drink. But Rachel cut in with a smile.

“You’re busy, Charlie. I’ll get it,” she said. She was eyeing Daryl and he felt it, glancing up at her. She was definitely attractive and definitely interested in him from what he could tell, but Daryl was so hung up on you he couldn’t have cared less. “What can I get you?” Rachel asked, leaning on the bar top, giving him a small smile.

“Gimme a bourbon, honey,” Merle said. Daryl hadn’t responded. His eyes had wandered back over to you where you were chatting with a couple regulars in a booth nearby. Merle hit him on the arm.

“Just gimme a beer,” Daryl drawled, pulling his eyes off you.

The way the younger Dixon brother’s gaze was fixed on you wasn’t lost on Rachel. “Sure thing,” she said, setting about grabbing the drinks. She handed them out. “So, what kind of trouble do the two of you get up to?” Rachel asked. The question was directed at Daryl but he was staring down into his beer, apparently in deep thought about something, so Merle answered instead.

“Any and every kind,” Merle laughed.

Daryl’s eyes were on you again, flickering between glancing your way, watching you smiling and laughing, and staring back down into his beer. Rachel gave the two one final smile and parting look and rushed back over to her section where someone was flagging her down. Scribbling a few notes on her pad about the order, she happened to fall back into stride with you as you both headed up toward the bar area again. You had a break for a couple minutes and hung out by the window where the cooks sent the food out.

Rachel leaned up against the counter. “I think Daryl is taken,” she said.

You gave her a questioning look. “Really? Why? I’ve never seen him in here with anyone but his brother.”

Rachel laughed. “That’s not exactly what I meant.” You stared at her, puzzled, and she rolled her eyes at you. “Y/N, he can’t keep his eyes off you. I was trying to flirt with him and he barely looked at me.”

“What? No, come on,” you laughed. “They’ve hung around here for years and he’s never said anything. I mean, I was single for a long time.”

“That doesn’t mean anything! I saw the way he was looking at you,” Rachel said. “He seems a bit shy or something. It’s not a surprise he hasn’t said anything to you about it. And besides, now you’re dating someone.”

You shrugged. “Well, he’s—he’s just a bit quiet. I don’t think—”

Rachel turned as the cook slid out the food for one of her orders. “I’m telling you he’s got it for you. Bad.” She lifted her tray. “You’re in denial. Like you usually are when someone likes you,” she laughed. “Just trust me on this.”

As Rachel breezed away, you glanced back at the two Dixon brothers at the bar. Daryl was aimlessly spinning his beer glass in his hands, staring down at it, but a moment later he glanced up and his blue eyes caught yours. He seemed a bit startled that you were looking his way, and you offered up a small smile. Daryl gulped and ducked his head. A jolt of electricity ran through him again. Fuck. Now she’s dating someone, dumbass. Give it up. She doesn’t want you.

The rest of your shift was busy and there wasn’t much time to sit around and chat. Around dinnertime was usually when the most customers rolled in for a greasy pub meal and some alcohol to lubricate their boasting. Then the dinner crowd hung around and became increasingly more intoxicated. It was about nine when your shift was up and you pulled your apron off and stowed it behind the bar. Merle was playing pool but Daryl was still just leaned up to the counter, keeping to himself. You were about to engage him in some small talk when the door pushed open and your boyfriend walked in. He immediately spotted you and gave you a nod and a smile. You grinned back at him, grabbing your purse from underneath the bar. “Hey, I’ll see you later, Daryl!” you said brightly.

He nodded and managed to give you a small smile, really just one twitch up of one corner of his mouth. His eyes followed you through the bar and he watched over his shoulder as your boyfriend’s hands landed on your lower back and you arched up onto your toes to kiss him. Daryl felt a swell of jealousy in his chest and a hard pit form in his stomach. But he simply turned away and raised a finger to Charlie and asked for another beer.

Your boyfriend Mark walked you out into the parking lot and you stopped next to his bike. “Hop on. Let’s go home,” he said.

“I’m starving. I thought we were going to grab something to eat?” you asked.

“No, come on. Let’s go home,” he said.

You thought there was something a bit different in his tone but you brushed it off. He’d been riding all day. He was probably just ready to be done and wanted to relax. But a couple minutes later, you could tell something was definitely wrong. He was speeding far faster than he should be through town, especially with you behind him. You held tighter to him and leaned forward. “Babe, slow down a bit,” you said.

He didn’t. He took a turn fast and your stomach flipped at the feeling. “Seriously! What the hell are you doing? Slow down!” you yelled over the rumbling of his bike’s engine.

He still didn’t. It was like he was getting a kick out of your fear. If anything, his speed increased. Every turn he took you felt like the bike was about to skid out. You were getting pissed. “Slow the fuck down!” you demanded.

This time he did. But soon he turned into a parking lot and stopped completely. You released your hold on him and he climbed off. A second later he had a hold of your upper arm with a grip like a vice. “Ow!” you protested as he hauled you off his bike. You almost fell as he tugged, losing your balance as you lifted your leg over the bike. “What the fuck?!” you snapped at him, ripping your arm away and staring at him in disbelief.

“If you don’t like how I drive my own goddamn bike, you can fuckin’ walk home,” he growled angrily at you. He was glaring at you with some serious rage in his eyes.

Who the hell was this person? And where was the boyfriend you knew? That’s when you realized. You stared at him, your jaw dropping partially open. “Mark… are you—did you start using again?”

He stared defiantly back at you. “I don’t see how that’s any of your fucking business.”

That was a confirmation if anything. You felt another swell of anger. He’d had substance abuse problems before you’d met but he’d assured you he was clean and was planning on staying that way. “Actually, I think it is my business,” you retorted.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. He marched over to his bike and opened the saddle bag, grabbing your purse out and tossing it to the asphalt carelessly. The contents spilled out and rolled on the ground. “Fuckin’ walk it off,” he said, hopping back on his bike and starting it again. You stared in disbelief as he roared away from you.

“Shit! What the hell?!” you yelled as the sound of his bike roared away. You sighed heavily and stared down at the items that had spilled out of your bag, crouching to collect them and stuff them back where they belonged. You straightened up and glanced around at the secluded and dark lot and deserted street. You could walk home, but it would take you a while and you didn’t particularly like the thought of being out where you were alone. You felt vulnerable, like you’d be the perfect prey for some passing scumbag. You hugged your arms across yourself and decided to walk to the nearest gas station and see if you could call someone to give you a ride. Your mind was spinning over what had just happened. He’s using again. Fucking great. You’d have to end it. That was that. After your dad, you steered clear of anyone with a substance abuse problem, and the personality change in Mark was already so apparent and immediate you knew things would, in all likelihood, just get worse.

You walked along the dark sidewalk, just hoping no one would come along and mess with you. It was only a few blocks to the nearest gas station and you fixed your mind on just getting there. You looked over your shoulder as you heard engines approaching and groaned internally. Please just let them ride past. But you could tell immediately that they were slowing. You kept your head down and just kept walking until you heard voices yelling back and forth over the rumble. Glancing over again you saw that it was Merle and Daryl Dixon.

Merle gave you one final parting glance and roared off but Daryl pulled alongside you at the curb and shut off his bike.

“Hey. Are ya okay?” he asked in that sweet southern drawl of his.

You glanced at the earnest expression on his face. His blue eyes were slightly narrowed as he peered at you and his brow was drawn down. You nodded. “I’m fine,” you said. But your tone didn’t even convince you.

“Ya shouldn’t be out here at night on your own. Thought ya were with yer guy,” he said, a slight question in his tone.

You shuffled your feet a little anxiously. “I was but—” you shook your head. “I’m fine. I’m just gonna walk to the gas station and see if I can call someone for a ride,” you said. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Mmm.” Daryl pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment. “I can give ya a ride. I ain’t got anywhere to be.”

You considered him thoughtfully for a moment. You had the overwhelming sense that you could trust him, and maybe it was the openness of his expression or the genuine tone of his voice. Normally you would have bucked at the idea of someone you didn’t know very well learning where you lived, but you’d known Daryl for years. At least, known him on some level. He never started trouble in the bar, although he often got sucked into it because of Merle. A lot of times Daryl was one of the few trying to break it up when it happened. Mostly it just seemed like he hung around with Merle for lack of something else to do. And, sure, sometimes he drank too much and he could be a little hotheaded, but you always had the sense from his rugged but quiet exterior that underneath he was sweet. He chatted with you shyly, asking questions about how you were and your life, but he never pried and he never acted inappropriately toward you or any of the other staff. Daryl Dixon had never once grabbed your ass and that was more than you could say for most of the regulars… Finally, after some consideration, you nodded. “Okay. That’d be great. Thanks,” you said.

He nodded, nudging his nose up. “Hop on.” His heart jumped as you accepted his offered hand for assistance and slid in behind him. It jumped again when he felt your arms lightly loop around him. “Where to?” You explained the route to your house and the bike roared to life underneath you. You held on a little more tightly as he pulled away from the curb.

Your mind was whirring over what you needed to do about Mark. You knew you wanted to end it but you had just witnessed how unstable he was at the moment. Lost in your head, it seemed like mere seconds when Daryl started to slow and you looked up and realized you were already home. The lights were on inside and Mark’s motorcycle was parked in the driveway. Daryl shut his bike off and you climbed off, straightening up at the curb and glancing at him. “Thank you. Really,” you said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate it.”

His blue eyes were soft on your face and one corner of his mouth twitched up as he nodded again. “S’nothin’. Anytime.” His eyes drifted over to the motorcycle in the driveway and that little smile faded. His brow furrowed as he glanced back at you. “Ya sure you’re alright?” He sensed there was something going on. Afterall, he’d seen you leave with Mark and yet there you’d been, abandoned on the side of the road…

You gulped. Your heart started racing. You hesitated for a moment. “Um… Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks again, Daryl.”

He had an uneasy feeling but what could he do? It’s not like he could invite himself to hang around. He chewed his bottom lip anxiously for a moment and then nodded. “Alright. I’ll see ya around,” he said, starting his bike up again. He watched you turn and walk up the drive and front walkway. At the top step you glanced back at him and waved. He nodded and revved the engine as you slipped inside.

_ _ _ _ _ _

When Daryl made it back to the shitty motel he and Merle were calling home at the moment, paid for with stolen credit cards and hustled pool money, Merle was kicked back on his bed getting high. Marijuana smoke was thick in the air.

“Oh, you’re back quick, baby brother,” he smirked. “You must be a two thrust and done kind of guy,” he said with a laugh and a goading smile.

Daryl rolled his eyes. “Shut the fuck up, Merle,” he growled, not in the mood for his brother’s bullshit. He pulled his leather jacket off and tossed it down on the chair in the corner before flopping down on his own bed.

“You tellin’ me you didn’t bed that girl?” Merle said, sitting up. “You’ve been pining after that pretty little ass of hers for years. Why the hell did you offer to drive her home if you weren’t gonna fuck her? What the hell was in it for you?” Daryl’s jaw clenched and he glared at his older brother.

“You’re a worthless piece of shit, sometimes, ya know that? Why don’t you just shut the fuck up?” Daryl spat back at him. He flopped down on his pillow and turned his back on his brother. He could hear Merle laughing to himself again and then the volume on the TV clicked up. Daryl was glad to fall asleep, admittedly thinking about how you smelled a little like lavender and vanilla and remembering the feeling of your arms around his waist.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The next day, Daryl and Merle were back in the bar at the usual time. Your friend Rachel was behind the counter loading her tray with drinks, but as Daryl scanned the room for you there was no sign of you. Maybe you were on a break. He grabbed his usual spot at the bar and Merle was already sweet-talking Rachel again.

Daryl flagged down Charlie and ordered a bourbon. “Hey. Y/N on break?” he asked, hoping it sounded casual.

Charlie shook his head, grabbing a bottle and pouring Daryl’s drink. “No. She called in sick today,” he said with surprise. Daryl’s brow immediately furrowed.

“Sick?” he repeated. Charlie nodded and let out a laugh.

“I know. I think it’s the first time since she’s worked here,” he said. “Except the food poisoning incident a few years back,” he added with a laugh. “But, hell, we were all sick after that.”

Daryl nodded and mumbled a thanks accepting the drink from him. He couldn’t remember ever coming in and you not being there on a day you usually worked. He felt that hard pit form in his stomach again. The night before had seemed off to him in the first place. Seeing you walking alone along the road in the dark like that… What the hell? He knew the kind of people who moved through this little shit town. That wasn’t fucking safe. Your fucking boyfriend had been with you. Why had you been alone? And the way you’d answered him when he’d pressed you to make sure you were alright… you’d hesitated. Daryl downed his bourbon in one big gulp and flagged the bartender down again.

And now you weren’t in today. Your boyfriend’s bike had been in the driveway. He anxiously chewed on the side of his thumbnail. Maybe you really were just sick. But he had a feeling you weren’t. What the hell are you gonna do? Show up at her damn house like a fuckin’ stalker?. Daryl knew there wasn’t anything he could do and he hated that.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The next day Merle was sleeping off a bender so Daryl rode over to the bar alone. He didn’t even want a damn drink. He just wanted to know that you were okay. That annoying pit was still in his stomach. It was still early when he came in so things were slow and there were only a couple townies nursing beers in the corner. He sidled up to his usual spot at the bar. First glance around the room revealed you were conspicuously absent.

“Daryl. What can I get you?” Charlie asked, wiping down the bar top purely out of boredom.

“Just gimme a beer,” Daryl said, tossing a few bucks down. “Shit. Hold that for a minute. I gotta take a leak,” he drawled. He headed down the hallway that led to the restrooms and took a piss, deciding he needed a fucking smoke before he went back for his drink. He was trying to ignore the anxiety swirling in his stomach that you weren’t at work again. He pushed through the back door, digging in his pocket for his lighter, but he glanced up when he sensed someone standing nearby. “Hey,” he said, realizing it was you. You were leaned up against the wall, a lit cigarette dangling between your fingers. You seemed almost to shrink away when he noticed you. “I didn’t know ya smoked,” he said surprised.

You exhaled, your knee bouncing a little anxiously. “I don’t. Usually.” Your body language was closed off, entirely unlike you.

As Daryl looked at you his unease grew and was quickly replaced with the seeds of anger. You had sunglasses on and it seemed like you were purposely trying to keep your face turned slightly away from him. His eyes landed on a bruise on your upper arm and he stepped toward you, eyes narrowed. “Ya weren’t sick yesterday,” he said. He could clearly see individual finger marks bruised into your arm.

You kept your eyes turned down toward the pavement and took another drag on your cigarette. You could feel Daryl’s strikingly blue eyes scrutinizing you now. What the hell could you say?

He moved slowly, like he was worried he would startle you, but soon he was in front of you and you couldn’t avoid his eyes any longer. There was a split in your lip and it was a bit bruised and puffy. That seed of anger in Daryl’s chest burst into a flame. “What happened?”

You pulled your eyes away from his, grateful that they were still hidden behind your sunglasses because you could feel humiliated tears burning in them. “I’m fine.”

Daryl wanted nothing more at that moment than to lift your chin and look you over, put his hands on you gently the only way someone should. But he stopped himself and sighed and shook his head, leaning back against the wall beside you and finally lighting his cigarette, casting sideways glances in your direction. “He put his fuckin’ hands on ya,” he said softly. There was a growl in his voice.

You gulped.

“What the hell happened?” he pressed again. “I knew somethin’ was off when I dropped ya off. I could fuckin’ feel it. I shoulda—”

“No, you did plenty,” you said, straightening up. “It’s not your problem.” You finally lifted your sunglasses and put them up on your head, turning to look at Daryl. Now he could see the swollen puffiness and bruising around your eye and cheekbone. He thought there was a shadow of a bruise over the bridge of your nose too. You’d clearly tried to lessen the appearance with makeup but it was still very obvious in the bright sunlight.

Daryl felt another burning wave of rage. “He done this to ya before?” he asked. Now he was wondering how many days you’d been at work with fresh bruises hidden beneath your clothes. If he had known—

You shook your head. “No. No… He—he started using again.” You sighed and leaned your back against the wall. “He was driving all crazy when we left the other night and we had a fight about it and he threw me off his bike and left me there. That’s why I was walking out there alone when you spotted me. I knew he’d started using immediately. I’d never seen him like. He was like a different person.” You ground the butt of your cigarette out against the brick wall and tossed the it into the dumpster a few paces away. “After you dropped me off I confronted him about it. I told him I didn’t want him around me or in my house. He denied it and then got angry… I—I just got out of there and ran to my neighbor’s and she called the cops.” You couldn’t find it in yourself to look at Daryl. You felt humiliated and ashamed of the whole thing. “They arrested him,” you said, scuffing a shoe on the ground. “So, that’s that.”

“Shit, ‘m sorry,” Daryl drawled. “I wouldn’ta left ya there if I’d known—”

You let out a wry laugh and caught his blue eyes. “Yeah, well… I wouldn’t have had you leave me there if I’d known. But there was no way to know he was going to hit me and—” The sight of the bruises on your face sent a jolt of anger through Daryl every time he looked at them.

“Ya don’t deserve that. ‘M real sorry ya went through it,” he said again.

There was a softness and heavy regret in his voice and it caused your eyes to flicker up to meet his again. You nodded. “Thanks.”

“So, the prick is in jail?” Daryl asked. You nodded. “Good,” he said, tossing his cigarette down and grinding it under his boot. “And he best be glad for it ‘cuz if I see him around here I’mma kick his ass.”

You shook your head at him, a questioning look on your face.

“What?” he prompted.

Maybe Rachel was right. Maybe Daryl Dixon was taken. “Nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “Probably should get back,” you said. Daryl pulled the door open for you and you both breezed back inside.

Things returned to normal for a few days after that. Same old regulars, same old drinks, life went on. But since Daryl’s obvious care and concern for you and Rachel’s comments you were suddenly noticing how you seemed to blush so easily around him… And every time you caught his blue eyes your heart jumped a little in your chest. Maybe it had always been that way and you were just allowing yourself to notice it. You’d always thought he was sweet and handsome, but nothing beyond that had been on your radar. Now that you were tuned in you seemed to be picking up on frequencies you hadn’t registered before.

One day you rushed into the bar, running late and obviously a bit harried. Charlie shot you a look as you tied your apron on. “I know! I know… I’m sorry,” you told him. “My car is on the fritz. It keeps overheating and—anyway, I’m sorry. I’m here,” you finished, grabbing your order pad and a pen.

Merle and Daryl were sitting in their usual places at the bar and you could feel the younger Dixon’s bright blue eyes on you. “Hey—I—I can take a look at it if ya want,” Daryl drawled, looking a little abashed that he was offering.

“Really?” you asked, perking up immediately. “That would be—amazing. Honestly, I can’t spare the cash at the moment to take it to a shop and—”

“‘S’no problem,” Daryl said, spinning his beer glass in his hand and ducking his head again. “Ya just say when.” You grinned widely at him and his heart fluttered.

“Thank you so much. Um, do you have any time tomorrow afternoon? I’m off work.”

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod. “Ya. Sure.”

“Great. Thank you, Daryl,” you said.

Merle watched the exchange with some interest and then got that usual cocky smirk on his face. “Well, why don’t I come by too? While my baby brother services your car, I can help service somethin’ else,” he said, his tongue darting out to lick over his bottom lip. He chuckled at the sassy and disapproving look on your face in response.

“Keep dreaming, Merle,” you retorted, rolling your eyes at him.

“Oh, I will, darlin’.”

The bar was busy that night, but you still found yourself talking with Daryl whenever you had a spare moment. He seemed to be a little less shy the more you spoke, and you found yourself smiling and laughing more than you could remember in a long time. And it was becoming very difficult to ignore those pesky butterflies in your stomach and that warmth in the apples of your cheeks as you talked with the handsome biker and caught his blue eyes.

That night you had trouble sleeping, and as you tossed and turned you couldn’t stop thinking about Daryl and were finding yourself anxious with anticipation for the next afternoon when he said he’d come by. He’s just being nice. Don’t read into it. You had this nasty habit of talking yourself out of thinking anyone was interested in you. Rachel was good at calling you out on it. You subconsciously bit your bottom lip and rolled to your other side. But maybe he really was interested in you… You were realizing you were definitely interested in him.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The sound of a motorcycle rumbling up in front of your house and then going quiet brought you to the front window. You peeked out and saw Daryl climbing off his bike. Your heart jumped.

He watched you breeze out onto the front walk and the smile you were giving him was intoxicating. You shoved your hands into your back pockets a little nervously and met him on the driveway. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said, shifting his weight anxiously from one hip to the other. You were just in jeans and a t-shirt but Daryl still thought you were the most beautiful goddamn thing he’d ever seen. “This the problem car?” he asked, jutting a finger the direction of your car.

You nodded. “Yep. I swear I can’t go two blocks without the damn thing overheating,” you explained.

“Hmm,” he hummed, walking around to the front end. “Pop the hood,” he murmured. You walked around and opened the driver’s side door and pulled the hood latch. Daryl lifted it and was immediately bent over the engine, already peering at this part and wiggling that. You came around to stand beside him and Daryl was finding it hard not to glance over at you.

“Thanks again for doing this,” you said. “You really didn’t need to offer.”

Daryl shrugged. “‘S’nothin. Can’t have ya breakin’ down. That ain’t safe,” he said.

You felt a rush of heat in your chest at his protectiveness. “Well, can I at least get you a beer or something while I totally take advantage of your free labor?”

Daryl turned and one corner of his mouth twitched up. Ugh. Your heart jumped at that boyish smile. “It’s yer day off. Don’t ya think ya’ve brought me enough drinks over the years? We ain’t at the bar.”

You laughed lightly and shrugged. “I don’t mind. It’s literally the least I can do.”

“Ya gonna have one? I ain’t a fan of drinkin’ alone,” he drawled. You nodded. “Alright. Sure.”

“Great,” you smiled. “I’ll be right back.” When you came back with two cold beers in hand, Daryl was leaning over the engine compartment in deep concentration. You allowed yourself to notice his broad shoulders and strong, toned arms and found yourself subconsciously biting your bottom lip again… Your face flushed. You practically needed to shake yourself out of it. “Here,” you said, offering him one of the beers.

He straightened up and accepted it with a nod. “Thanks.”

You leaned over the engine and peered down at what looked to you like an unknowable mass of metal. “Any luck yet?”

He took a swig of his beer and shrugged. “Well, your radiator seems fine. Coolant level is good, no signs of a leak. Might be a bad water pump. Or could be a few other things I’ll check.”

“I’m just hoping for something cheap and easy to fix,” you said with a laugh.

One corner of Daryl’s mouth twitched up again. He loved your laugh. He never got tired of hearing it. “Ya, I got my fingers crossed for ya too.”

“So, how’d you learn all this stuff? Your dad teach you or something?” you asked curiously.

“Nah. My old man pretty much only ever taught me what not to do,” he muttered, leaning on the edge of the engine compartment and ducking his head a bit.

You felt your heart sink. You sensed something vulnerable there, something painful. “Mmm. I see. Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. I—”

Daryl’s eyes immediately shot up to your face. “Nah, ya didn’t pry. S’alright.” His blue eyes were still fixed on your face and Daryl let himself drink in the sight of you in this new context. It felt so comfortable, so natural just talking with you, even when he neared things he never revealed to anyone. He wasn’t used to that, but he could get used to it. “Nah, I taught myself. Mostly trial and error. There’ve been times I’ve had a whole lotta nothin’ to do so,” he shrugged.

You nodded, your eyebrows lifting. “I’m impressed,” you said.

He shyly ducked his head again, hoping you wouldn’t see a red flush in his ears and cheeks as he felt them grow warm. “Pfft. It takes that little to impress ya?” he joked.

“No! Come on! Give yourself some credit! I mean it! I have absolutely no mechanical mind at all. As far as I’m concerned, an engine is a magic device that runs on belief,” you laughed shaking your head.

“Nah, c’mon. It ain’t that complicated. The engine just converts energy from the burning gasoline into work. That’s what turns the wheels. You’ve got the cylinders, right? See, your car here is a 4 cylinder. There’s a piston inside each of those cylinders that moves up and down and it’s connected with a rod to the crankshaft and that’s what turns the driveshaft which makes the wheels go. The pistons move down when oxygen and fuel are mixed and ignited. Cuz the gases expand, right?”

You stared at him blankly for a moment before a wide smile grew on your face and you laughed. “Listen, I understood everything you just said in principal but—” you shrugged vaguely, “if you asked me to explain it back in two minutes it’d already be out of my brain. Just let me be impressed with you,” you said.

Daryl nudged his nose up in a nod, an amused look on his face. You thought maybe his cheeks were even a little pink as he took a swig out of his beer and turned back toward your car. “Alrigh’. I’ll try,” he said. “Ain’t used to nobody being impressed with my dumb ass.”

“Hey! Dumb ass should never be applied to you!” you argued, giving him a stern look.

“Mmm.” He ducked his head again and tried to ignore the way his heart skipped a beat at your words. “Your house, your rules, I guess,” he drawled.

You leaned over the engine next to him again. “That’s right. Now please fix my damn car,” you said with a laugh.

And Daryl did just that. By the time he was wiping his hands on a red rag that had been dangling out of his back pocket and putting the tools away, you were shocked to see that the afternoon was gone and it was now officially evening. You’d stayed on the driveway with him the whole time, talking easily about everything and nothing at all, not noticing how the hours slid by. “I don’t even know how to thank you for this,” you said as he shut the hood. The handsome biker shrugged.

“Ya don’t need to. S’nothin’.”

You sighed and gave him a look, shaking your head. “You really are way too modest.” Daryl ducked his head shyly and shrugged again. “Well, it’s getting late. Um, did you want to stay for dinner? I was gonna cook something.”

He pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and chewed it anxiously for a minute, hardly believing you’d just offered that. He wanted to say yes, but part of him talked back. She’s just bein’ nice. She feels obligated… “Nah, thas alright. Ya probably are sick of me by now,” he said finally.

You shook your head again. “Except I’m really not, Daryl.”

His eyes snapped over to your face and he hesitated again but his nerves got the best of him. “Nah, thanks but—I should go. Gotta check up on Merle, ya know?”

You nodded but couldn’t help feeling disappointed. “Sure. Okay. Well, hey, raincheck then. You can come over some other time. I’m a good cook,” you said. “I mean, when is the last time you had a homecooked meal?”

“Uhh—” He tried to remember if he’d ever had one…

“That’s too long,” you said. “You just say when and we’ll make it happen.” You gulped and touched him lightly on the arm. His blue eyes left your face and flickered down to the point of contact between the two of you. It was electrifying and when your fingers slipped from him, he really wished they wouldn’t. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “Daryl, thanks again. I really mean it. Now I won’t piss Charlie off tomorrow. I’ll actually be on time again.”

“Yeah. No problem. I’ll see ya,” he said, gathering the small bag of tools he’d brought over.

You grinned at him and felt your cheeks color. “I hope so,” you said. He gave you a somewhat baffled look and shyly murmured another goodbye. You watched as he climbed on his bike and sped away. The last thing you caught sight of were the angel wings on the back of his jacket and you thought of how wonderfully fitting that was. Even if Rachel was wrong and Daryl wasn’t taken with you, you were starting to realize you were now completely taken with him. And you didn’t know how you hadn’t seen it before.

_ _ _ _ _ _

The next day at work started off insanely busy. Customers seemed to be coming in earlier than usual and you were slammed far sooner than you expected with food and drink orders. But after an initial rush, things slowed way down, and that was about the time that the Dixon brothers wandered in and took their usual seats at the bar.

Daryl looked for you immediately out of habit as he walked in and was surprised to meet your eyes which were already on him. You broke into a small smile and Daryl’s heart jumped. As soon as you could, you came over to say hello.

“Hi,” you said with an even wider grin, leaning on the bar top.

“Hey,” Daryl returned.

Merle was looking between the two of you, noting the smiles and intense eye contact. He laughed. “You two do more than fixin’ a car yesterday or what? Huh?” He nudged his elbow into Daryl hard, whose jaw clenched. The younger Dixon gave his older brother a look which could properly be described as a death glare.

“Shut the fuck up, Merle,” Daryl growled.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” you said to Merle, straightening up, shooting him a smirk.

“Ahh, come on. I’m just teasing you. I know my baby brother ain’t really man enough to—”

“You know, I think I know what you were about to say and I’m gonna tell you I have a very hard time believing that to be true,” you interrupted, leaning toward Merle over the counter, your voice taking on a tone that was soft but dangerous. “I think you might need to reevaluate who the real man is between the two of you.” You straightened up and shot Daryl a warm look that made his throat constrict. “Be nice,” you scolded Merle, “or I’ll ignore you for good. You’ll be stuck listening to nothing but Charlie’s same stupid jokes.”

Daryl watched in disbelief as you breezed away across the bar and he tried to gulp at the tightness in his throat.

Merle was staring after you too, obviously looking you up and down, and he let out a low whistle. “She’s way too good for you, little brother.”

Daryl nervously ran his tongue over his bottom lip and simply let out a hum of acknowledgement. Don’t I fucking know it.

Since things were so slow, you had plenty of time to chat with Daryl at the bar. Merle eventually wandered away to play some noisy rounds of pool with some fellow bikers and you were glad for his absence. Daryl was so much more relaxed without his brother sitting beside him and making snide or sarcastic comments…

“How are ya doin’?” Daryl asked pointedly. “I mean since… ya know, that night. Ya gotta go to court?”

You avoided his eyes now, feeling that same wave of shame cresting again as you thought about your asshole of an ex-boyfriend and what he’d done to you. “Not sure yet,” you said. “I think the lawyers are still doing their legal maneuvering. Depends on if he pleads guilty or not.”

Daryl felt suddenly anxious about broaching such a sensitive topic with you. Yeah, that’s what she wants to think about, dumbass. “‘M sorry. I shouldn’ta asked. Ain’t none of my business,” he said urgently.

“No! No, it’s okay! I, umm, I appreciate it actually… It’s—I’m okay,” you said. “I feel safe knowing he’s in jail.”

“Mm,” Daryl agreed with a nod. “They get… evidence? He gonna stay there ya think?” He was seized by a sudden and unexplainable intense worry. He knew plenty of asshole men like your ex and most of them didn’t give up easily and they didn’t take any perceived slight lying down.

“Well, I had to go to the police station afterwards and give a statement. They took pictures of everything. And I went to the hospital, so they have the reports…” You trailed off for a moment. “They got statements from my neighbor who called 9-1-1.”

Daryl nodded. “If ya ever need anything, ya just gotta ask,” he said seriously.

He watched the worry on your face soften as you nodded. “Thanks, Daryl.” God, he loved the sound of his name leaving your lips.

Your shift was over and you gathered up your purse from the back and dropped off your apron and order pad behind the bar, saying goodbye to Charlie. Daryl was still sitting up at the bar and Merle was playing pool, so you were glad to have a brief exchange with the handsome biker again without his obnoxious older brother around. “Well, I’m exhausted,” you said. “At least I can go out to my car and know it’ll get me home without a problem now.”

Daryl nodded. “Can’t have ya broken down somewhere this time of night. ‘Specially by yourself.”

“Right. Well, I’ll see ya, Daryl. And I mean it about that homecooked meal!” you said with a smile.

He nudged his nose up in a nod and watched you disappear through the door into the parking lot. He raised a finger to the bartender. “Gimme a double whiskey.”

Charlie was just sliding the drink over when Daryl thought he heard something from the direction of the door and he spun on his stool. It looked like someone had partially opened it, but nobody came in and nobody had gone out and the door slammed closed. He stared at it intensely for a moment, unsure why the hairs on the back of his neck were suddenly standing on end. Probably just the wind or something…

It was just then that he heard a scream from outside in the parking lot and Daryl was immediately on his feet and out the door. He saw red as he took in the scene. Your fucking douchebag, abusive ex was trying to force you into a car and you were struggling with him, fighting as hard as you could. Your purse was on the ground beside your vehicle a distance away and Daryl could see drag marks in the gravel where he’d obviously surprised you and dragged you away. He had a firm grip on your upper arm and with the other hand had a fistful of your hair. You were struggling with everything you had, yelling and fighting, but he was a lot bigger than you. It was a battle you would have lost, despite your tenacity.

But Daryl was a blur of action. Rushing him, he swung a fist and punched him hard across the face. You fell hard to the ground as his grip on you disappeared completely. You scrambled up and out of the way as best you could, but you were dazed and having trouble breathing through your panic. You suddenly realized that there were terrified tears pouring down your face. You were trembling.

Daryl was pulling Mark up by the front of his jacket and slammed his fist into his face again. Your ex dropped to the ground hard. He was still on the ground when he kicked Daryl in the shin, knocking him off balance. Daryl landed on his back in the dirt. “Mark, stop!” you screamed. You watched in horror as Mark pulled out a knife, the same one he’d told you he had when he jumped you, the same one you had briefly felt in the small of your back as he demanded compliance. Mark started moving toward Daryl’s prone figure. You felt your face blanche completely. But Daryl was faster and a better fighter and he was back on his feet in no time, keeping clear of the knife as Mark swiped toward him with it. Charlie and the other bar patrons had come out to see what was happening and the bartender had rushed back inside and was now on the phone with 9-1-1. You were screaming at Mark, trying desperately to reason with him, but he might as well have been totally deaf for all the attention he paid you.

Daryl took an opportunity and knocked him back on his ass again with a good punch and then kicked the knife out of his hand. It skidded away on the gravel and you breathed some small sigh of relief. Daryl landed over him and was punching him repeatedly in the face as police lights flashed brighter and sirens droned louder. The cops had arrived. “Daryl!” You rushed forward. “Daryl, stop! It’s okay!” You grabbed his shoulder and he immediately froze, fist cocked back, knuckles bloodied, chest heaving. Another moment and there were cops rushing over and pulling him away. One officer immediately led you a short distance away and you watched helplessly as both Daryl and Mark were put in handcuffs and then taken away in squad cars practically before you registered what was happening. “Wait—he didn’t—No, it was Mark. He—Daryl was protecting me! He—he tried to take me and—" You were trying to explain, trying to get the words out but it was all jumbled and rushed.

“Ma’am, slow down. Take a breath! Slow down! Okay. It’s okay,” the officer coached you.

“It wasn’t his fault!” you said urgently. Just then an ambulance pulled up and the EMTs jumped out. They raced over to you and you could tell by the looks on their faces that you must be a mess, red-faced and crying. You had no idea that you were bleeding from a laceration in your forehead where Mark had bashed your head into the car as he tried to force you inside. You had no idea that your neck looked raw and red, already revealing broken blood vessels and the obvious start of bruising from his hands around your throat. There was almost a visible hand impression on your upper arm where he’d grabbed you. “You—you took both of them but Daryl didn’t—”

The officer and the EMTs continued trying to calm you down. You glanced over your shoulder and noticed that most of the patrons had skipped out as soon as they’d heard the sirens, or perhaps as soon as Charlie had run for the phone. There were only a couple left and of course Charlie as well being questioned. You rounded on the cop again. “Just take me down to the station! I’ll give you a statement and then—then you have to let Daryl go! He didn’t do anything wrong. He saved me,” you gasped, the full weight of what had happened still not hitting you.

“Ma’am, you need stitches,” one of the EMTs told you gently. “Come on. We need to go to the hospital.” His partner pushed the cop back who was intent only on questioning you.

It was like all of a sudden, the adrenaline in your bloodstream vanished and you were exhausted and the pain started to set in. You glanced back over your shoulder and met Charlie’s eyes, he nodded and gave you a worried look before you turned back to the cop and the EMTs. “My—my purse is—” you gestured to where it was lying beside your car.

“We’ll have someone bring it to you after we get photographs, okay?” the cop said. You allowed yourself to be guided into the ambulance, shock starting to set in.

The doctors in the ER wouldn’t let the police question you while they patched you up and you were grateful for that. Besides, there was no chance of what had happened fading in your memory. To the contrary, every bit of it was burned in your mind despite how fast it had all happened. But you needed a goddamn minute to process it. He was out. How the fuck was he out of jail? And why the fuck hadn’t anyone warned you? You’d just stopped beside your car, ready to put the key in the lock when something hit you hard in the head from behind and you remembered dropping to your knees, stunned and with black vision. You’d heard his voice and made a break for the door into the bar. You’d actually gotten your hand on the handle and pushed but you were grabbed and pulled back violently. And then you’d just fought as hard as you could, tooth and nail. You knew if you got into that car, there was a good chance you were going to end up dead. He wasn’t in his right mind.

It was hard to believe this was the same Mark you’d been in a relationship with. He’d never been the least bit violent toward you, but the drugs… as soon as he started using again, he was a different person. But even then, even after he’d beat you up, you never would have expected this.

Once you’d been treated and released at the hospital, you found yourself sitting in the police station with a little Styrofoam cup of tea clutched between your hands, and some cop’s coat draped around your shoulders. The interview room was uncomfortably cold, but the numbness of shock and disbelief superseded the sensation of the chill air, though you were vaguely aware that you were shivering.

A detective came in and sat across from you at the little table and you looked up at him as he settled into his chair. He sighed heavily and leaned forward, readying his pen over his notepad. “I’m Detective Peters,” he said, checking his watch. “It is Thursday, April 28th, and 10 minutes past 11.” You’d given a statement just days earlier. You knew how this worked. You knew he was marking the date and time for the recording that the little, inconspicuous camera up in the corner was taking. “Alright, Y/N. I’m really sorry to see you again so soon under these circumstances.” He was the detective who was handling your domestic violence case too.

“Yeah, well, so am I,” you said, gritting your teeth a little. The numbness receded a little and was replaced by anger. “How the fuck is it that he was out of jail? He tried to kill me. How was he out? And why didn’t anyone contact me?” you demanded.

“He bonded out. And, yes, I’m sorry… we should have notified you. But we never considered him to be this much of a danger.”

“You never considered him to be this much of a danger?” you repeated incredulously. “We discussed a protection order. I don’t think that implies that everything is peachy.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” He paused. “But we need to go over everything that happened tonight and get a statement from you.”

“I’ve already been questioned three times,” you said, exhausted and exasperated. “Why did you arrest Daryl? He saved me. He’s the reason I’m sitting here right now instead of being… I don’t know, maybe dead in a ditch somewhere. Are you still holding him? Is he still here?”

“It was chaos when the officers got there. We need to get everyone’s statements to sort this all out, okay? We didn’t know who was the aggressor or—”

You sighed heavily and shook your head. “Fine. Let’s just do the statement.” You walked him through everything that had happened and consented to have more pictures taken of your injuries; the laceration on your scalp, the bruises around your neck, the handprint on your arm, the scrapes and bruises and cuts on your knees. By the end of it you were so tired you weren’t seeing straight, but the detective stood up and you glanced up when you sensed he was looking down at you.

“Wait here just a few more minutes. I’ll be back,” he said. He left you alone in that little room again and you slumped forward, resting your head on your arms at the little table, completely spent and hurting all over. You weren’t sure how much time had passed when Detective Peters came back in.

“Y/N? Follow me,” he said. You obeyed and walked blindly after him through the station until he unlocked a heavy metal door and pushed through into a room lined with a couple holding cells.

You perked up and breezed past him, scanning the room for Daryl immediately. He jumped up from where he’d been slumped on a metal bench in one of the cells as you rushed over to him. He met you at the bars. “Are you okay?” you asked him urgently. You ignored the twinge in your forehead from your stitches as you furrowed your brow.

“Me? Are ya kiddin’?” he drawled, peering down at you with nothing but concern. “Are you?” His stomach twisted at the sight of your injuries.

You knew you couldn’t get any words out through the bubble of emotion caught in your throat so you only nodded. The clinking of keys behind you drew your attention and you stepped back as Detective Peters moved forward. He slid a key into the heavy lock and turned it, sliding the cell open and gesturing to Daryl that he could exit.

“I’m sorry about throwing you in here,” the detective said. “Everything in your statements matches up, so you’re free to go, with my thanks.” He extended a hand toward Daryl who eyed it with distaste for a moment.

“I don’t want yer thanks. I want ya to do a goddamn better job. This was too fuckin’ close. Never shoulda happened,” he spat. The detective looked regretful and nodded, dropping his hand back to his side.

“Daryl,” you said softly, gently grabbing his arm, trying to reroute the conversation. You were just grateful that he was no longer in a cell. Daryl’s eyes met yours and his expression softened immediately.

Detective Peters sighed. “I’ve got one of my guys waiting to drive you both home. Y/N, they have your items for you up front too. Again… I’m really sorry. But I can assure you that Mark won’t be getting out anytime soon after this.”

“The fuck is wrong with the damn laws? Girl almost had to die before ya’ll got up off your asses,” Daryl spat angrily again. You gently touched his arm again and he relaxed some, glancing down at you and sighing.

As you were settling into the squad car to be driven home, Daryl felt your eyes on his face and he glanced over and took in the wide-eyed expression underneath the fresh stitches and bruises. “Hmm?” he prompted you.

Your heart pounded in your chest. “Could I—I’ve got no right to ask you for anything after what you’ve already done but… could I ask you for another favor?” you said quietly.

Daryl stared back at you intently, feeling suddenly nervous under your eyes. If you’d asked him for the moon at that moment, he would have fucking figured out how to give it to you. He nodded. “Course.”

You wrung your hands nervously. “I’d feel better if—if you’d stay at my place tonight. I know it isn’t rational and that he’s—he’s locked up but I’d feel safer. But if that’s too much to ask I completely understand. You’ve already done more than enough and I—”

“Ain’t no problem. I’ll stay,” he said simply. You thought of him as safety. He didn’t think anyone in his life had ever seen him that way.

You felt a wave of relief and it was visible on your face. You shut your eyes briefly, again feeling beyond exhausted and hurting almost head to toe. “Thank you,” you breathed. “Thank you.”

Daryl nodded and ripped his eyes away from you. You leaned forward and gave your address to the cop and in no time you were both climbing out at the end of your driveway.

You stood at the front door and dug your keys out of your purse. Daryl noticed how much you were shaking as you tried to fit the key into the lock and his face contorted with concern. “Here,” he said gently, his hand enclosing over yours and taking the key from you before slotting it into the lock. His heart jumped at the contact and he did his best to ignore it. Now wasn’t the damn time.

“Thanks,” you murmured, accepting the keys from him again and pushing inside ahead of him.

Daryl softly shut and locked the door behind the two of you and stood a little awkwardly on the front mat. You moved stiffly across the front room and into the kitchen, clicking on the light. Daryl heard you shifting some things around before you returned with a cloth in one hand and a small bag of ice in the other.

You nudged your head toward the couch and he anxiously chewed on his bottom lip but obeyed and took a seat. You sank down beside him, your eyelids heavy with exhaustion, but he knew better than to argue as you pulled his hand over toward you and dabbed at the dried blood across his knuckles. They were split and puffy from their repeated connection with that prick’s face. Worth it. When you were satisfied that they were cleaned up enough, you laid the cloth and then the ice across them and glanced up at his face.

There seemed to be something you wanted to say, something in your expression that took Daryl aback, but before he could decode it, it vanished and you just looked defeated and weary. Daryl swallowed his nerves and nodded at you. “Go on to bed. I’ll be right here all night,” he said.

You gave him another long look before nodding and climbing to your feet with no small amount of effort. “Thank you,” you said, and you hadn’t meant for it to come out in a whisper, but it did. He only nodded back before ducking his head and avoiding your gaze, feeling a little overwhelmed. You managed to trudge to your bedroom and practically poured yourself into bed, still in all your clothes. Feeling safe, knowing Daryl was out on the couch, you sank into a heavy sleep almost immediately.

The next morning you awoke early with the birds, stiff and aching. You clutched a hand to your head, wincing when it landed flush onto the stitches in your forehead. “Fuck,” you muttered, climbing out of bed. You went straight for the bathroom and took some painkillers, pausing to run a comb through your hair and wash your face. You tenderly touched the bruises on your neck and your arm and frowned. You looked a proper mess… You felt a wave of shame and embarrassment before struggling to shove those feelings down. You changed, feeling a little better, and quietly moving through the house, heading for the kitchen and the coffee pot.

Daryl was laid out on the couch, still fast asleep and your heart jumped at the sight of him there. He had his head resting on one of the throw pillows and was stretched out, legs crossed at the ankles, hands resting on his stomach. You couldn’t help but smile at how boyish he looked asleep and there was a wash of heat running through you as you finally tore your eyes away and padded softly into the kitchen.

Coffee brewing, you pulled ingredients out of the fridge and went about making some breakfast. In the other room, Daryl woke up to the sound of you cooking and the smell of bacon. He sat up and shifted on the couch, stretching and feeling a little self-conscious that you had obviously walked through and seen him asleep. He hastily ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth down any craziness that might be going on.

Your voice from the doorway into the kitchen drew his eyes. “Hey. Morning.”

You had a goddamn smile for him. Despite what you’d gone through the previous night, you were smiling. At him.

“Hey,” he returned. “Ya get some sleep?”

You nodded and stepped out into the living room, a mug in your hand. “I did.” You were sure your face was coloring pink. “Thanks for staying. Um, do you drink coffee?” you asked, gesturing with the cup in your hands.

He nodded. “Sure,” he said, climbing to his feet. You met him halfway and pushed the mug into his hands. The ceramic was warm and Daryl looked down at the spirals of steam curling away from the surface.

You disappeared for a moment and returned with your own mug. “I’ve got breakfast cooking if you’re hungry,” you said, sinking down onto the now empty couch. Daryl gulped and took a spot at the other end from you.

You took a sip, annoyed at how fast your heart was racing as you looked at the handsome biker on the other end of your couch. “How’s your hand?” you asked him.

He pulled it off the mug and flexed and curled his fingers a few times. It was deeply bruised and the knuckles were definitely still swollen. “S’fine,” he drawled. In truth it hurt, but far less than looking at what was left on your skin from what you’d endured. “How are ya?” A shadow darkened his face for a moment with worry.

You nodded a little hesitantly. “I’ll be okay. Took some painkillers so…”

Daryl pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth and chewed on it anxiously for a moment. “‘M real sorry any of this happened to ya. Ya don’t deserve that.”

You gulped nervously. “Thanks…” You gave him another little smile, this one a little sad, but it seemed like your face brightened quickly again as you looked at him. He ducked his head.

In truth, Daryl couldn’t believe this was real. He’d pined after you for years, subsisting purely on a quick smile here and a word there as you simply did your job. If someone had told him a month earlier that he’d be sitting your house with you sipping coffee he would have thought they were batshit crazy. This was a long way from waking up in that dingy, smoky motel room with Merle bitching about needing another fix even before he could throw the blankets off. He’d never dared to think he would have anything like this, anything nice and normal. Not that he really had it… But even if this was a temporary, singular event it was doing something like filling him up and showing him that life wasn’t all just shit.

You were studying him as he seemed lost in thought, occasionally taking a sip of coffee, and you watched some anxiety cross his face. “C’mon and eat something with me. It’s the least I can do,” you said, nudging your head in the direction of the kitchen. Daryl glanced up and nudged his nose up in a nod before following you in.

You grinned a few minutes later as you sat across from each other at your little kitchen table and Daryl ate ravenously. He was suddenly self-conscious as he realized you were staring at him and he hastily wiped his mouth on his sleeve, but you only leaned your chin on your hand and continued looking at him with that little smile on your lips. It didn’t seem to belong there when you had fresh stitches and bruises. “Hmm?” he prompted, sensing there was something on your mind.

You shrugged and finally looked back down at your own plate. “Nothing. This is—this is nice,” you said.

Daryl gulped. “What is?”

“I don’t know. Just… this. Breakfast with you.”

Daryl’s heart jumped but he nodded in agreement, trying his hardest not to give in to the thoughts of self-doubt and inadequacy. It was nice. It was more than nice. He felt like he had fallen through a wormhole into an alternate reality.

You set your mug down and gave him a long look. “I’m a little surprised you weren’t scared away,” you admitted. “I wouldn’t blame you if you had wanted to just distance yourself from the girl with the psycho ex… Go back to me just being your waitress at the bar.” You twirled your mug in your hands, looking anywhere but at him.

Daryl’s brow furrowed and he studied your somewhat ashamed expression. “Nah. None of this is your fault. And—anything I can do to help, I’ll do it.”

Your eyes shot up to his face and this time his blue eyes held yours steadily. You didn’t know inside he was reeling. The atmosphere between the two of you felt suddenly thick and heavy, charged with electricity and hopeful expectations. Right when you were about to say something, or maybe do something the phone rang and you were startled out of that bubble of tension. You jumped a little and laughed abashedly before going to answer it.

Daryl let out a breath he hadn’t been holding and climbed to his feet, grabbing the dishes and piling them into the sink simply for something to do while you were on the phone. It was a quick call and when you turned around Daryl was rubbing a hand a bit nervously over the back of his neck. “Well, thanks for breakfast. I should probably get goin. Get outta yer hair’,” he drawled. He was sure you’d had enough of him by now.

“Oh,” you said. Wait, did that sound like disappointment?

Daryl gulped. “Ya should rest today. Take it easy,” he said. You nodded and wrung your hands a little nervously.

“I’ll try,” you said. You followed him out into the front room and watched as he pulled the door open and stepped outside, glancing back at you over his shoulder. “Thanks again. For… saving my life and staying and…” you trailed off.

Daryl was very aware that his heart was racing and that there suddenly seemed to be an expanding empty space between his lungs as he got ready to walk down your steps. “Yeah, uhh… don’t mention it. I’ll see ya.”

You gave him one final small smile and he turned away, giving you a clear view of the wings on the back of his vest. Something about the sight of those jolted you out of your hesitation and into action. You squeezed your eyes shut and swore under your breath, stepping out onto the stairs and touching his shoulder.

Daryl turned back in surprise and saw you looking a little wide-eyed and breathless. “Ya alright?”

You gulped down your nerves and looped your arms around his neck, your eyes closing as you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, one of your hands moving to clasp his face, feeling the angles of his jaw and the stubble on his skin. It was soft and sweet, but your nerves got the better of you and you pulled back, anxious to take in his expression. He was on the step below you so his blue eyes were even with yours and you thought they were a little searching or maybe a little stunned.

His hands were suddenly on your waist, and it made him flush with heat, his eyes flickering between yours. His heart was pounding so hard and so fast he was worried you’d hear it. “Uhh… are ya sure this is a good idea right now?” he asked in that sweet southern drawl of his.

He watched a faint smile cross your lips and you nodded, your arms around his neck still. “Yeah. Best idea I’ve had in a long time.”

Daryl didn’t need any more encouragement. One of his hands pressed into the small of your back and pulled you into him while the other floated to clasp your face and tangle into your hair. Your lips crashed together, needy and sweet at first but building in heat as you both realized how long you had wanted this and how much better it was than you had even hoped. You smiled into his lips and pulled him more tightly into you, pressing your body against his. Daryl’s lips softened against yours and his hand smoothed through your hair to the nape of your neck as you pulled back just enough to look into each other’s eyes.

“Come back inside,” you breathed, running your fingers through his hair.

His eyes closed at the sensation and he nervously licked his lips. “If ya want me to.” He needed to hear it for it to be true, for this to be real.

You grinned at him, biting your bottom lip. “I want you to. Daryl, I—I wanted to kiss you last night. As soon as you were out of that stupid jail cell, but… I didn’t want you to think I was only doing it because I was—scared or concussed or something… So, come back inside and spend the day with me... Please?”

His expression softened and his lips curved in a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He nudged his nose up in a nod. “Alright,” he said, understated for the wild happiness and disbelief he was truly feeling. You were solid underneath his hands. His palm was flush to your lower back and you were leaning into him. “Anythin’ ya want.”

You shook your head at him and gave him a fond look. “Just you.”

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member: jaehyun (hyunjae) genre: fluff (requested) word count: 3,120 synopsis: jaehyun has always been your rival. so when he bets that he could make you fall for him, you can’t back down and say no. but when you’re too confident, you let your guard done.

backdoor: a term used in league of legends; when you secretly attack the enemy’s nexus while they’re focused elsewhere. this is done by sneaking into the enemy base and taking them by surprise

Lee Jaehyun was the cockiest and most annoying person you had ever met. You would think that growing up as childhood “friends” would make you two close. After all, your parents were best friends with his parents.

But no, you and Jaehyun had been rivals ever since you were both enrolled into a tennis club as young children. You always had the upper hand until he suddenly hit puberty and became a lot more physically fit than you. Once he started beating you in nearly every match, he became your #1 enemy.

He had always been super competitive and made everything into a contest. Who could run to the car faster? Who could receive a higher score on the exam? Who could make the other lose their temper first?

With high school came his sudden increase in popularity. It inflamed his ego to the max, which irked you to no end.

Every Valentine’s Day, he would brag about all the gifts and confessions he received. And every White Day, he would compare the numbers to yours.

He was loved by the girls for being a casanova and admired by the guys for his athleticism and gaming skills.

You, on the other hand, could not comprehend why the entire school was infatuated with him. You had your eyes on someone else. Kim Sunwoo. He had caught your attention since the first day of freshman year. Now, as a senior, you were about to graduate without ever making a move.

You were too shy to approach him. You couldn’t even find a common interest to naturally bring up and talk about. All he ever did was make music and play League of Legends.

So you found Jacob during lunch and practically begged him to teach you how to play the game.

“Please please please?” you whined.

“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s that I can’t,” Jacob said apologetically. “I have basketball practice every day. Besides, I haven’t played in almost half a year. I’m rusty.”

“I just need you to teach me the basics!”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

Sighing, you gave up and slumped in your seat. You poked at the food in front of you with a pout.

“Did I just hear the Y/n ask Jacob to teach her how to play League?” Jaehyun suddenly popped out of nowhere.

“Fuck off,” you rolled your eyes at him as you set your chopsticks down.

“You know, I’m the highest ranked player in our school,” he said smugly. You wanted nothing but to wipe that look off his face.

You ignored him and took a sip of your water. Jacob awkwardly glanced between you and Jaehyun as he tightly held onto his spoon. He could sense another argument coming.

“I can teach you if you want,” Jaehyun offered.

“I don’t want,” you coldly rejected.

“Of course you don’t,” he scoffed. “You’re too afraid to spend time with me because you might realize that you actually like me.”

“Oh please. There are a few things in this world that will never change. The sun rising from the east, the sun setting in the west, and my hatred for you,” you said.

“Well if you hate me that much, then let’s make a bet out of it. The first one to fall for the other’s seducing loses,” he smirked.

Still stuck in the middle, Jacob shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

“You don’t have to accept the challenge if you’re not confident,” Jaehyun shrugged, making you narrow your eyes at him.

A list of pros and cons was being made in your head as you contemplated the crazy suggestion. The logical part of your mind wanted nothing to do with him. You knew that stooping down to his level was childish. You had much better things to do than go along with his bet.

The competitive part of you, however, couldn’t bear to back down. You would have to deal with him flaunting over you and calling you a coward if you didn’t agree to this.

So you disregarded all rationale and crossed your arms with a curt “deal”.

The walk to school the next day was full of complaints as you whined about falling for Jaehyun’s trick and Kevin chided you for it.

“I don’t know why you thought it would be a good idea,” Kevin tsk-ed. “He makes your blood boil within seconds. How are you going to hold back from tearing him apart? Never mind flirt with him.”

“I’m already regretting it,” you groaned.

“Speaking of the devil,” Jacob coughed, nudging you.

You looked up to see Jaehyun waiting by the school gates. He was holding a bouquet of flowers and every girl who passed by whispered to their friend about it. To everyone’s shock, he walked up to you and handed you the flowers.

“So it starts now?” you stared at the roses. “You call this seducing?”

“I call this romantic,” he grinned.

Rolling your eyes, you handed Kevin the bouquet and walked away. He awkwardly chased after you as Jacob offered Jaehyun a pat on the shoulder.

“She doesn’t like roses. She thinks they’re cliché,” he said before leaving.

When the dismissal bell rang, Jaehyun was waiting for you outside of your classroom. Hushed whispers erupted again as your classmates tried to figure out why he was being so affectionate to you. It was no secret that you two never got along.

After gathering your belongings, you grabbed your backpack and left without sparing him another glance. Unfazed, he easily caught up to you and slung his arm around your shoulder.

“What? Are you wavering already?” he teased.

“Not a chance,” you scoffed.

“As a part of the bet, I can teach you how to play League. That’s what you wanted anyway. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone.”

You ignored all the incredulous looks you received with Jaehyun by your side as you left the school grounds. You didn’t realize that you weren’t headed home until you stopped in front of a PC Room. Puzzled, you stared at the building in front of you.

“I promised that I’d teach you. Our first lesson starts today,” he said as he dragged you inside.

Your brain was bombarded with a whole new world. You struggled to keep up as he rambled on about bots and gold. He was showing you a demonstration by playing a round but your inability to multitask made it difficult to understand what was going on on the screen.

“My main is Jace and I usually go jungle,” he explained and you pretended to understand by nodding. At your silence, he eyed your expression and chuckled.

“So is Sunwoo the reason why you’re suddenly interested in League?” he asked, catching you off guard.

“How did you know?” you gaped.

“You thought I wouldn’t notice your little crush on him?” he raised a brow.

You were taken aback to say the least. You didn’t think he paid much attention to you other than when he was bored and wanted to mess around.

“Anyway, he usually goes mid as Zed,” he shrugged. “To be honest, the best way for you to bond with him through the game is for him to play ADC and for you to be support.”

“As if I know what all that means,” you frowned.

At that moment, his character died and the screen went gray. You snickered, earning a light flick on your forehead.

“ADC stands for attack damage carry. It’s the champion who usually does the most attacking. They go in the bottom lane with whoever’s playing support. Supports are supposed to aid and heal the ADC. So you would follow and communicate with them.”

“Sounds complicated,” your nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Sounds fun,” he corrected before turning back to the computer.

The next day, Jaehyun surprised you with a small potted plant in front of the gates.

“Since you don’t like roses, I got you a succulent instead,” he said proudly.

Next to you, Kevin giggled and Jacob let out a soft “aww”. Slightly touched yet also slightly embarrassed, you took it from him in a hurry and stormed off.

“You’re slowly getting there,” Jacob laughed as Kevin shot him a thumbs up.

Smiling, Jaehyun watched as they ran to catch up with you. He heard you yell at them after what was probably a teasing remark. You then began to chase Kevin, who ran away shrieking.

After two weeks of spending hours at the PC Room after school, you were starting to get a hang of the game. You found Teemo, who you insisted was a dog (he’s actually a rodent), and gushed over how cute he is.

Jaehyun made fun of your champion choice and shook his head as he explained that Teemo was the most hated character.

“Why? He’s adorable!” you defended. “And I love the little eggs he plants.”

“For the nth time, those are mushrooms! Not eggs,” he exclaimed. “And that’s exactly why everyone hates him. He’s so annoying.”

“You’re annoying,” you shot back.

“Well, Teemo’s not an option right now,” he pointed out.

He was teaching you how to play Howling Abyss that day. And playing ARAM meant your champion would be randomly given.

“Oh! The cute cat is available,” you excitedly clicked.

“That’s Yuumi and that’s actually not a bad choice,” he nodded in approval. “You just have to attach onto me and heal me.”

You hated to admit that you had grown closer with Jaehyun. Only a couple of weeks had passed by since the bet and you didn’t completely despise him anymore.

He gifted you something small each morning, whether it was a plant or piece of bread. He was always waiting for you at the gates. Dating rumors were already circulating the school but you hadn’t forgotten about the bet. You were determined to win it.

Which was why you began to wake up earlier to put on makeup and even complimented him during games. It was easy to make him smile. All you needed to do was throw a lame joke in here and there and he would burst out in laughter.

It was almost suspiciously easy. He was too willing to respond to your advances and never put up a wall.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t get on your nerves. His antics still bothered you to no end.

On the way home, he insisted on feeding you ice cream instead of having you hold it yourself. Except he kept pulling the spoon back when you opened your mouth to eat it.

The first time, you gave him a dirty look. The second time, you punched his arm. The third time, you gave him the finger and walked off after a “fuck you”.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” he laughed.

Once again, you were reminded of how immature he was.

“So has there been any progress?” Kevin asked.

It was gym period and all the students were running around in the field. Jacob was playing volleyball with Jaehyun while you and Kevin were sitting on the sidelines.

“I don’t know,” you shrugged.

“It would be the best enemies-to-lovers trope if you two actually end up dating like this,” he commented.

“Never,” you snorted in disbelief.

You had seen Jaehyun ever since he was a snotty little kid. Even back then, he was a mischievous brat. There was no way you could ever see him as anything but that.

The teacher blew his whistle, signaling the end of gym class. You got up, dusted your pants, and skipped down the steps. Unfortunately, you landed wrong and felt a sharp pain in your ankle as you fell down.

After Kevin shouted your name, Jaehyun turned his head to see you on the ground. Without thinking twice, he ran towards you and asked if you were okay. When you couldn’t reply, he put you on his back with Kevin’s help and sprinted to the nurse’s office.

Your heart was beating fast but you couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason why. Was it because of the pain? Or all the attention you were receiving from your classmates?

By the time you reached the office, your ankle was throbbing and swelling up. The nurse was nowhere to be seen so Jaehyun retrieved an ice pack himself and wrapped a towel around it before applying it.

You were sitting on a cot while he was bent down to tend to your wound. His forehead was wrinkled with worry and you stared at him. This was the first time he had ever treated you with such gentleness.

“I don’t think you broke anything but it’s definitely gonna hurt for at least a week,” he winced in vicarious pain.

You suddenly didn’t know how to act around him. You weren’t used to receiving sympathy from him.

“Uh that’s okay,” you coughed to cover up the awkwardness. You’d rather have him make fun of you for being clumsy. But instead, he seemed genuinely concerned for you.

“You should’ve been more careful,” he scolded.

There was something about the way he looked at you. His eyes were no longer playful but you couldn’t figure out what emotions hid behind those eyes.

Those eyes. His eyes clouded your mind. For some reason, you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You found yourself avoiding him as you struggled to organize your thoughts. Or rather, your feelings.

Wanting to distract yourself, you decided to finally talk to Sunwoo. Surely, spending time with him would help you forget about Jaehyun.

So you mustered up the courage to ask him out on a date. To your surprise, he happily agreed and suggested that you watch a movie together. There was a new romcom film that came out and that he had been wanting to watch.

The date wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be. Sunwoo’s goofiness offset any nervousness and it was fun to be around him. But yet, it also wasn’t as heart fluttering as you thought it would be.

Perhaps you had idealized him too much in your imagination. Your romantic feelings for him dissipated and you saw him as a good friend. Luckily, he felt the same.

However, word about your date had already spread by the time you got to school on Monday. It had reached Jaehyun’s ears and his expression hardened when he saw you laughing with Sunwoo at lunch.

He knew what the ugly feeling in his stomach was. And he wasn’t happy about it. So he reacted in the only way he knew. By clinging to your side and pestering you.

He spent the whole day messing up your hair and being sarcastic. Eventually, you finally snapped and told him to piss off.

“I’ll consider it if you can beat me in tennis today,” he said.

You crossed your arms, wondering what was going on in his head. You hadn’t been able to defeat him since middle school.

“If you can get a single ball past me, I’ll leave you alone,” he proposed. With a huff, you reluctantly agreed. It would be faster to just get it over with.

That was how you two ended up at a tennis court after school. He never went easy on you but he was going especially hard that day. He gave you no breaks and flung the ball back at you with what felt like all his strength. Ball after ball flew past you as he grabbed another one to start again.

“What the hell, Lee Jaehyun?” you yelled across the court. “Why the fuck are you so aggressive today?”

“Are you giving up?” he taunted while bouncing the ball.

“Oh hell no,” you grumbled as you got in position.

Another half an hour passed by with him beating you again and again. You were drenched in sweat and starting to feel sore. But you refused to give him the pleasure of watching you admit defeat.

So you kept going until the ball accidentally hit your shoulder. The amount of force he put into that backhand made you yelp in pain as you dropped the racket.

Startled, Jaehyun ran over to make sure you were okay.

“You just can’t bear to see me win once, can you?” you glared as you shoved his hand away. “You turn everything into a competition and act like you’re superior over me.”

“I-I didn’t mean to do that,” his brows furrowed in guilt.

“Didn’t mean to do what? Make my childhood a living hell by ruining my favorite sport? Use my crush on Sunwoo to trick me into another stupid bet? Confuse me into thinking that you might actually not hate me?”

“I don’t hate you.”

“Then why are you so clingy?”

“Because I like you!”

His words brought upon silence. The tension in the air was thick as you both stared at each other.

“You’re so dense,” he sighed. “I wanted your attention, okay? But back then, I was a kid and didn’t know how to stay by your side without annoying the hell out of you. And then I didn’t know how to transition out of that.”

He fidgeted with a loose string on his shirt and took a deep breath before continuing.

“This stupid bet was supposed to change our relationship. I was supposed to show you that I’m not as bad as you think I am. That I’m a guy too. That I’ve been in love with you for a whole decade now.”

To say you were surprised would be a massive understatement. All your life, you had been sure that Jaehyun’s purpose in life was to irritate you. So when your heart began to skip around him, you cursed yourself for giving into the hormones that made you see him in a different light. You never thought that the feelings would be reciprocated.

“You don’t feel the same way? At all?” he carefully asked.

Your mouth opened but no words came out. You couldn’t find the right words to answer his question.

“You’re not saying no,” the corners of his lips curved up.

He took a step closer to you and held your cheeks. You felt your heart race at the proximity and froze.

“For confirmation?” his lips ghosted over yours. You barely managed to nod slightly before he closed the gap between you two.

As cheesy as it sounded, you felt sparks fly the moment you had your first kiss. By the time he pulled away, you felt your cheeks heat up.

“So I guess that means I won the bet before it even began,” you joked, making him laugh.

“Yes, yes you did,” he smiled as he hugged you.

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Pacify Him { Daniel Ricciardo x reader } /// WARNING EXPLICIT ///

Chapter : One shot Rating : Mature / Explicit / NSFW Words : 3,622 words

“Pacify her, she is getting on my nerves, hold your bitch before I push her away. You’re free to bring anyone here as long as they are behaving, but her … I don’t judge the person you are seeing, obviously I could give two shits about it but please tell her to calm herself down … This isn’t professional.”

You were fuming as you entered Daniel’s driver room,as his PR assistante you never interfere in his frequentation, but when it was impacting the reputation of the team and bugging people visiting the motorhome you had to step him. You calm yourself after a few breaths, stepping aside from Daniel a bit before looking at him again.

“ I didn’t mean to come that hard on you Daniel, but please you know how this is important right. You always ask for my honest opinion and there it is, I didn’t mean it for it to step out this hard on you but I can’t apologize for my words when I was thinking about them. She is toxic for you, she brings the bad in you when you are someone adorable usually. What is happening to you that you don’t trust me enough anymore to tell me when something is going wrong ? And before you are shushing me off, you know I am right, you and I are a package deal. “

He was defeated, not even looking at you, his whole body was shutting down and his legs were giving up on him. He takes the closest seat near him, almost falling and barely able to sit gracefully like he used to do.

“ I don’t know … I am so lost, I keep doing stuff wrong, I can’t find my soul anymore, I’m not very myself recently, I can’t even find my smile being genuine in the morning when I wake up in the morning. I’m putting a mask for people to see, but I’m like an empty shell. This bitch as you call her is only here to distract me and try to make me feel alive. She is nothing and it was a mistake to bring her… “

You were very concerned about Daniel’s attitude, it was the first time since you have known him that he worries about you right now. You were kneeling in front of him, trying your best not to invade his personal space. It’s something new for you, not invading it, you never ever thought he needed one but he looked so fragile, then you were under the impression that if you were touching him he would vanish into dust.

“ You are scaring me, what’s happening, is it the team ? Something personal ? You know you can tell me everything … “ A long silence got installed, your eyes were starting to water by all the pain you were seeing in him. You thought he wouldn’t open up, he was shutting you out by the way his body was curling up and turning to avoid your gaze on him. He was protecting himself like a kid that was terrified of a big stormy night.

You wanted to be the one to reassure one, but you were practically sure you were part of the problem. You stand quietly, ready to leave him alone in his driver room because there was nothing you could do if he wasn’t letting you.

His reaction was imminent, the driver inside of him was popping up and his muscles memories acting for him as it was his turn to get up and close the space between you, shutting the opened door. You yelped out of surprise before feeling his pressing body against you. You were stuck between the wooden door and his warm torso. Feeling his heretic heartbeat pounding in his chest. You couldn’t speak, you were too shocked for that. You and him were friends, close friends but not that physically close. You never cross that boundaries, but today was different, you felt it was.

The seconds looked like hours waiting for the confirmation of your assumption. Daniel seems to be as surprised as you to have acted the way he did, it was too late to back away now.

“ Don’t leave … don’t walk out that door “ His forehead was now resting on the back of your head, slightly not to hurt you and put weight on it. You wanted to ignore all the fuzzy feelings flooding in your whole body, but you couldn’t. Having him so close to you awakens a deep feeling hidden in you. “ The bitch will go away I promise, I am sorry “

Why was he apologizing to you, he didn’t disappoint anyone, yet. You weren’t even mad, you learn better to not judge someone's fucked up attitude when you could recognize the coping mechanics of someone keeping a secret and trying to turn the attention away from himself for nobody to catch the true meaning behind these actions. Does that make it acceptable ? It was each individual to have their own opinion. It was annoying you, that Daniel was suffering but preferred to distract himself and run away from his problem instead of talking to you or anyone else.

You close your eyes, your own forehead finds the cold surface of the door, his own head following yours not breaking the contact. HIs hands find the side of your hip.

“ The bitch isn’t the problem isn’t it ? “ You asked without any certainty he will give you a proper answer to that. His thumbs were caressing the skin of your hips through the tissues of your teamwear shirt, drawing a circle. You were sure he didn’t even notice he was doing it, his body was only responding to one mood and it was the auto-pilot one.

You were searching for breath and the driver’s room was starting to get tighter by the meanings, you were about to suffocate if the situation in which you both were wasn’t going to change fast enough.

“ You are the only one that can take away my pain … “ It could pass for a simple sentence if it wasn’t so Daniel, you had learned the code of conduct of Daniel Ricciardo and that … that was a declaration. “ It was you and I before, remember ? “

You were missing a piece of puzzle here, what was he talking about, is he drunk ? You never act differently around him, nothing changes, it never does. Yes it was him and you, always have been.

“ What are you talking about Daniel, you are confusing me “

“ Why did it change, the two of us … “ He was responding to your question by another one, like he was having his own conversation in his head, you were tempted to let him speak his mind to discover the bottom of the problem.

“ It didn’t change Daniel … “ You were trying as much as you could to put everything together, in vain.

“ It did change, I can’t look at you the same way as before … “ There it was, a little clue. If only he knew that it has been a long time since you have been able to look at him the way he used to when you meet him the first time. It was more than annoying you that he had brought someone with him for the weekend, more than it should. You were fuming when you saw the unknown name on the list of guests and asked someone to lighten it for you.

“ I know you are lying, why would you react the way you just did before if you weren’t “ You wanted to look at him, but his body was still pressing you against the cold wood. You had so much to say and him as well, all this unspoken tension you both tried to make yourself believe was a liar. You were both frauds, your friendship switched into something more months ago after a drunk night. Nothing happened that night, only looks were exchanged. The battle you both had as a joke at first turned into something way more deeper than you both were expecting and when you both tried to pull out of it, the damage had been done. That night was an epiphany moment for you, awaking the true desire between you. Your bodies couldn’t lie, the need for them to touch, the flaming sensation of his skin against yours like it was happening right now. Everything happened before and since that night, it never was the same thing for Daniel and everything went downhill.

You move your hand, posting on the door and Daniel understands the message and detaches himself from you. You slowly turn, god he was a mess and you bet you weren’t better.

“ You bewitched me that night, seduced me with your eyes. It was a game at first and now look at us, where is the game now ? “ He wasn’t accusing you of anything, it was a simple statement, an understanding between you. Two people were playing the game and two people ended up losing.

“ That wasn’t my intention, I tried to pull away, it was too late “ Who sounds defeated now, the tables have turned and he brings you down with him to the bottom of his misery. A couple bruises on your heart that he created was all you needed to have the proof that at least you two had shared a moment. It had to stay professional, but as his face was closing up the gap, all your convictions were being erased one by one.

You didn’t wait for him, you joined him in the middle, your lips connected quicker than he had anticipated, your eyes shut down in synchronisation. You didn’t who reacted first and kissed the other one back. That lip was perfect, far from it, it was messy just like him, but it was passionate. His teeth were teasing your bottom lips, asking permission to tear the flesh of it apart. You moaned when his tongue was inviting you to open your mouth. The taste of your two saliva was so intoxicated that you almost fell and he had to catch you with both of his arms, supporting you from your lower back. His smile came back to life against your mouth, letting out a childish giggle and you hit his arm to make him stop making fun of your lack of stability.

HIs reaction was quick, if you couldn’t stand up anymore he would use that door to help you. He pushes you toward it and your back gets lean on it, his arms unlocking themselves to explore your body, finding where they were before except this style the hem of your shirt came loose, letting the palm of his hand directly enter in contact with your skin, sending you shivers.

You had forgotten your environnement, too busy burying your own hands in his dark curls, bringing him closer as much as possible. Your teeth were still clenching and air was starting to lack in your lounge. You didn’t want to let go, scared for the reality to be brought back. You have been dreaming for months about this. Having the fantasy in your head when the night was setting and the moon shining.

DSaniel didn’t let you think for another second as he used this little moment of rest when you stop kissing him for a second, to lift you up, grabbing your ass, his palm firmly around it. He moves you and remembered to lock the door before turning back his focus on you as he finally break the kiss to look at you. Lust could be seen all over your two faces. His face was not showing any sadness anymore, only mischievousness and happiness. If you knew that all you needed to do to bring back the Daniel you knew was to let your own desire take over you, you would have done it sooner.

He took the direction of the massage table beside him, putting you on the edge before finding your neck and kissing the soft skin. You let a snort escape when his scruff tickles a sensitive spot behind your ear. He laughs against the skin and the vibration changes the snort into a whining complaint. He traveled all the way down to your clavicle but the fabric of your shirt was stopping him. He didn’t wait for your approval to remove it, the force of the removal making you lift your arm automatically. They fall back on his neck when he throws the piece of tissue somewhere you will have a hard time finding back.

That was extremely hot from him and by your legs starting to spread a little bit and the heat you were starting to feel between them, he noticed acknowledge the effect he had on you and smirk, visibly proud of himself. It was not the time to hide yourself even if you could feel embarrassed, this man in front of you was everything you had dreamt of and it had the talent to make you feel confident of your body, just by the way he looks at every detail of your body.

You were eager to let him take the situation under his control and only his, not doing anything and just being the prize he was working on to have for so long. All the torment, the torture and the conviction he will never have you, he deserved it. You will get your prize another time … it was only the beginning for you.

He was taking his time with you,no matter how much his desire was waking up, he had one mission and one mission only; your pleasure. You could see the forming bulge in his pants and felt for him, imagining how inconfortable it must be for him.

It all went to dust when his hands found their way under your bra cupping your breast and his lips traveled your chest as he was kissing his way down. He was leaving wet kisses and blowing air on it, goosebumps started to appear quickly, head being jolted back.

You wish you knew what to do with your hands but they were gripping the leather of the massage table so hard your knuckles were getting white by the second. He didn’t seem to care as his hands found your pants, he pushed you a bit behind, making unspeakable demands for you to lift your ass so he could slide the piece of clothes down for it to join your shirt somewhere in the room.

You could barely keep your eyes open as you witnessed the extremely hot scene in front of you. Daniel between your legs, keeping the same pace with you, kissing his way up toward the inner of your thighs. You sensed his teeth nibbling your skin, licking every spot afterward, like he was trying to heal the pain he just caused you. Little did he know that pain you were feeling was arousing you even more, your panty was starting to visibly licked your excitement. It was feeling like torture, you thougth that Daniel would be like the others partner you had, your skin would get used to the touch after a moment and the horniness would stop at a certain level, thinking you had reach the maximal of his possibility. How wrong were you when you were on the verge to cum without him actually pleasuring you in this area. You knew it was coming, Daniel kisses were more hungry, teasing the flesh of your thigh turning red by the bite and the kisses.

His lips were swallowing, getting bigger by the unusual exercise they were carrying on, his tongue would feel numb if it was for the desire he had to taste you, letting it survive for a couple minutes still. You watch him, leaving a kiss on the wet fabric of your underwear, your eyes were blurrying by the anticipation of him finally finding your clit. His teeth end up moving the piece of dentelle that was the last barrier between you and him.

It was like he was home and belonged there, here with you, right in this instance, it was you and him against the world. Forgetting your environnement you let a cry escape a little bit too loud as soon his thick tongue was licking arousal. You thought that seeing the start was a legend, a fantasy, but Daniel had made you become reality as your head was banged back, finding the cold wall, your neck was stretching so hard that the blood was lacking in your brain making you see some sparkling spot. He needed you to stay quiet and as he tried to put one of his hands on your mouth he ended up finding the neck instead, squeezing it enough for you to moan his name as he was continuing his exploration of your pussy.

Your hands finally leave the grip of the massage table to find their new place around Daniel's arm. You were stretched out in front of him, so vulnerable, just for him and you were unable to give a proper reaction to being buried in the pleasure he was giving you. His tongue was teasing your entrance, making it hardening, pushing himself in you as you will. The thumb of his free hand was moving in a slow circle around your clit. He didn’t know the dilemma you were encountering, keeping your eyes shut and your head back or fighting his firm hand on your neck for you to see him eating you alive. You sure had to make a decision quickly because you were soon to arrive at the edge before you will let the orgasm consume your whole body.

By the sound you were making, Daniel had the confirmation he was doing everything in the right way for you. He never experienced such joy to make someone lose their composure due to his actions. He was feeling proud that he was finding it out with you. Every woman he had been with didn’t sound or look as beautiful and real as you spread in front of him right now. He could spend hours tasting you, how good you were for him, how reactive and sensitive your skin was becoming after being torn apart by him. How the thought of fucking you with his tongue had haunt his dream for the past couples of month now, but the reality of this was surpassing all his expectations. He wanted to be rough with you, all the dirty thoughts came back rushing into his brain, overwhelming him and sending twitch to his dick. Rather than being dominant, it was all about showing you how much he had wanted you and how willing he was to give you anything you wanted, because you deserved it. You deserved for him to make you forget every man you had sex with. Replacing all the bad and good memories with his own. Changing all the faces in your dream, planting his own in the own DNA of your imagination.

He could feel that you were holding it together for it to last longer, even if that meant losing the self-control you had in you. Your wall was tightening around his fat tongue. You were completely losing your mind at the foreword of sensation throwing at you at the same time. You were sure it was too much for one person and you could care less about the verbal explosion you might have in a couple of seconds. Daniel however, foreseeing your release, put two fingers in your mouth holding your jaw from your mouth, your lips closed themself around them and your tongue was soon relaxing on them. You bite his knuckles when his tongue replaces his thumb in one flick of the tongue, finally letting cum. Your legs were shaking and Daniel had to hold you for you not to hurt yourself, your eyes were rolling back as your orgasm hit you in small waves, sending you jolts of electricity around your body. Your brain was shutting down, the stifled moan never reaching the exterior of your mouth, dying down on Daniel’s fingers in sensual vibration that made his bulge react, begging to be taken care of.

It tooks you minutes to come back to the open world, Daniel’s eyes not leaving you for a second, admiring his work. You slowly come back to reality and automatically search for him, missing his touch already. Your eyes were still not open when you found the collar of his shirt and pulled him rather violently, crashing your lips together, taking a taste of your own juice still lingering on his lips. You sigh in the kiss, reassured that what just happened wasn’t just a dream and that you were far needing to wake up from it.You rest your forehead on his, the wave of pleasure was still leaving some after effects on you including dizziness.

You had to clear your throat as you realised no sound was coming it out the first time you tried to speak.

“ That bitch needs to go, tell her you replace her with a more living version. “

You couldn’t help but laugh at your own words and Daniel was smiling at the way you just described yourself.

“ She’s already gone, she was already gone before you burst into my room.

You didn’t know how to respond to that, but one thing for sure is that you will have a hard time making people outside of this room say that nothing happened between the two of you. At least you would not pissed them off and you were able to pacify him at any time.

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