#damien nazario x fmc

[romewritingshop]

Five times sex failed and the one time it didn’t

Fandom: Choices, Perfect Match

Relationship: Damien Nazario X F!MC (Name: Peach Park)

Warnings: Explicit Content! SMUT, A LOT OF IT, Using handcuffs, sir kink, papi kink, a little mention to anal, a lot of pain (Nothing too bad), A smidge of fluff, Damien Nazario, swearing

Word Count Total: 3517

A/N: So I had this idea around my head and there aren’t many smut fics that depict sex normally. It is always going well so I had the idea of Damien and MC (Peach) trying and failing sex. I probably am saying it wrong but I tried. This is my first public smut with explicit detail and I hope it is satisfactory. Also see if you can spot the choices character guest appearance. *Not someone from Perfect Match*

CHOICES MASTERLIST

Tagged: @ravenpuff02 @ephemeralsunsets

Like some couples, Damien and Peach have had their fair share of sex fails. Some were funny and some were not so funny. Among the several instances these five moments were the best memories of sex failing and there is that one time where the sex doesn't fail.

The first time is close to midnight. Damien was sitting on his bed waiting for Peach to freshen up in his bathroom. He sat on the left side of the bed, reading over case files on his tablet. He heard the bedroom door open and glanced to his right briefly. Something light pink caught his eye as he looked back up and sucked in a breath.

Peach stood in the doorway of his bedroom, in a light pink bra with black straps, accompanied by light pink underwear with black tulle frills. Her brown and blonde curls were shaken to look like the mane of a lion. She looked like the model for a lingerie company and Damien had to pinch himself to check if he wasn't dreaming. He wasn't as his eyes glued over Peach's form.

She sauntered over to the end of the bed, smirking at the fact that she made the PI speechless. Peach placed her hands on the bed and then her knees, prowling like a hunter creeping to their prey. Damien felt like he had died and went to heaven, unsure of whether this really was Peach. His eyes glided over her body and noticed the stretch marks on the side of her thighs.

Her small tummy poking over the waistband of the underwear and the cellulite hanging by her legs and he knew then and there this was his Peach. She looked way better than the models of lingerie companies. He really cannot believe she was his. Damien slowly put his tablet on the bedside table, charmed by Peach's smooth movements.

She came close and was a breath away from Damien's lips. Her eyes fluttered and Damien noticed she had on the dark wine red lipstick he loved, the one that left stains. He took a staggered breath and carefully placed his hand over his erection.

"Hi."

Damien almost came as he stuttered out.

"Peach."

"I have a little gift for you, seeing as it's your birthday tomorrow. I thought we should start the day with a … bang."

Damien swallowed as Peach smiled widely and sat back on her knees.

"So I want to ask: how would you like me … Sir?"

Damien's eyes darkened and he couldn't stop as he lunged at Peach, his hand going to the back of her neck and pulling her for a strong kiss. The both of them moaned at the heat rising as they both stood on their knees, their hands roaming one another's body and their mouths moving in a slow sensual dance. Damien let go of her lips and looked like a feral lion, hair messy and eyes dilated with desire. The dark lipstick was smudged around his lips and stubble. It made him look ten times hotter and Peach was resisting taking over.

"Turn around! On your knees!" Peach smiled and obeyed. She could feel Damien behind her, his fingers were delicately grazing her skin and she leaned her head back on Damien's shoulder. "As much as I love this on you, I want it off."

"Yes, Sir."

Damien unclipped the bra and tossed it to the door on his right. Pushing his index fingers into the waistband of her underwear and shoving it down to her thighs. He did the same to his underwear and grabbed the base of his dick. With his free hand, he tapped Peach's inner thigh and she shuffled to open up her legs for him.

Tantalisingly slowly bringing the head of his penis to her wet lips and rubbing slowly. She was more than wet down there as Damien smiled and kissed her temple.

"Is this for me Peach?"

She smiled and brought her right palm to the side of his face, stroking the stubble.

"All for you, birthday boy!"

Damien didn't have to do foreplay as he rubbed the dick more on her outer lips before slowly slipping his dick through her folds. The both of them shuddered at the cool air and heat between their legs. Damien pulled back until his tip was barely in and pushed again, deeper. A slightly louder moan crawled out of Peach's lips as her hand slithered to the nape of his neck, grasping at his hair.

Her other hand held his left wrist and brought it up to her breast, encouraging him to squeeze. An invitation he gladly accepted as he massaged and pulled at her breast, building his speed and she was managing to match his rhythm. Damien’s teeth grazed the crook of her neck and Peach smiled at the sensations Damien was giving her. The room was starting to feel hotter and perspiration was building around their brows and backs.

Neither one could care as they both were lost in their passion. They hadn't heard the front door open and close, small steps softly thudding on the wooden floor. The bedroom door opened and a loud clamor of voices yelled.

"Happy birthday Damien!"

Damien and Peach paled as their reaching climaxes vanished, replaced by a feeling of mortification. Damien slips out and scrambles to wrap the blanket around the both of them as they scream in fear. The other people scream before a female voice rings out yelling.

"Hey! Damien, it's us!"

Damien and Peach calm down to realise it was their friends: Hayden, Sloane, Khaan, Alana, Nadia and Steve. Real awkward timing as Damien and Peach take a deep breath. Sloane and Khaan have covered each other’s eyes while Alana and Nadia cover Hayden and Steve's eyes. Damien grips the blanket tightly and Peach holds the edge close to her chest. There's a moment of awkward silence before Peach decidedly breaks it.

"Why are you guys here at midnight?"

Hayden starts off explaining.

"Well it's Damien's birthday and we wanted to be the first ones to wish him. So … it was Nadia's idea."

Nadia's eyes widen as Damien and Peach turn to her with disappointed looks.

"Nadia!"

"Look we thought you guys would be asleep! Not … you know!"

Damien rubs a hand over his face as Peach can't help with a smile on her face. Steve, whose eyes are covered by Nadia, presents a cake tray of chocolate cake.

"We thought we'd pop in with a cake and have a mini celebration. It's chocolate fudge."

Damien presses his head into Peach's shoulder, praying for the ground to swallow him whole as Peach places a hand over her mouth. Khaan starts to usher the group out.

"We'll wait outside for you to … you know."

Alana is hanging out in the doorway as she picks up Peach's pink bra and smirks at the two of them.

"Did you guys finish?"

Damien lifts his head up, rolling his eyes at Alana’s intrusive behaviour.

"We'll see you in a bit, Alana."

She smiles and tosses the bra to Peach, winking at her.

"Good birthday gift."

She closes the door and it's Damien and Peach in the room. Peach finally lets go and laughs heartily, leaning back into Damien and clutching the blanket to her chest. Damien can't help but have a smile on his face as Peach wipes at her eye.

"Well that was a birthday neither of us will forget."

"It sure is."

Peach turns around and lets the blanket fall off her. Placing a palm on his face and pressing her lips for a short kiss, whispering.

"Happy birthday, D."

He rolls his eyes and kisses her back. Standing up and grabbing a green Henley off the floor.

"Come on, let's go before Nadia eats my birthday cake."

The second time was a different time. This time it was early in the morning and Damien and Peach were in bed. The both of them wanted to experiment a little and Peach's idea was to use Damien's handcuffs from his PI office. They had time to kill before a busy day and Damien had an idea which would benefit the both of them.

"Mhmm, Damien baby that feels good."

Peach tried to bring her wrists to Damien's head but she was locked as her wrists rattled against the bed post. The metal cuffs dug deliciously into her skin as her back arched at Damien's magical tongue.

He smiled as he glanced up at her, taking in the softness near her stomach and hips, her heaving breasts where the nipples stood attentive and her face. Her mouth open and eyes shut, the sweat making her glow. She looked like Aphrodite. Damien smiled as he brought his mouth back down to her vagina. Both his arms held her waist down and he brought his lips to her folds.

His nose brushed and pressed against her clit and his tongue swirled between her folds and over the hole. Peach shuddered and pulled at the sensations Damien was giving her. Damien was a pro at eating pussy and he had ruined her for other men. Not that she wanted to sleep with other men. She curled as she panted and begged her lover.

"Damien Sir, please fuck me! I want you now!"

Damien had edged her three times already as he lifted his mouth off her, giving Peach a glance to see his stubble covered in her wetness, lips plump. He brought his finger to his stubble and swiped all the wetness into his mouth, moaning at the sweet tanginess.

"Just like a peach."

Peach huffed a laugh at his pun as she begged politely.

"Please sir! Free me so I can touch you."

"Of course, Chica."

Damien brought a hand to the bedside table to get the key for the handcuffs, only for there to be nothing but their phones. He creased his eyebrow and glanced up at the table seeing no silver key there, mumbling to himself about where it could go. Peach felt a shift in the atmosphere as she took a deep breath and asked Damien.

"What's wrong?"

"Have you seen the key?"

"No I haven't."

Damien climbed off her and crouched by the bedside table, looking around for the key. Peach’s focus shifted as she tried to pull herself upright darting her eyes around to look for the key.

"Damien it was on the bedside table."

"Yeah but it's not there now. Hang on, I might have a spare somewhere."

Damien picked up some navy boxers and pulled them on. Going through his wardrobe and reaching into his light beige jacket, looking for the small silver key but to no avail no key. Then the worst happened. Peach’s phone rang and Damien and Peach shared a nervous glance. Damien goes to the bedside and picks the phone up, and shows her the name displayed. It was Peach’s boss, Justin Mercado.

Peach’s face faltered as she silently mouths to Damien.

‘Don’t answer.’

‘It’s your boss!’

Damien swipes by accident and Peach could hear Mr. Mercado’s voice.

“Hello? Peach!”

Peach glares at her boyfriend as she puts on her voice.

“Good morning, Mr. Mercado.”

“Morning, Peach. What are you doing right now?”

Peach’s eyes widen as she takes on a much steadier tone of voice. “I was just in the middle of sorting out your schedule for next week. What seems to be the problem?”

“Are you able to start half an hour earlier? There was some admin work I want to go over with you.”

Peach’s heart dropped as she glanced at her handcuffed wrists. Today was not a good day as she tried to think of an excuse. Damien rubbed his face in embarrassment.

“Mr. Mercado, I won’t be able to start half an hour earlier today. In fact, I won’t be able to come in to work today. See, the thing is … I’m not well.”

“You sound alright to me.”

“But I’m really not. I - uh -.”

“Peach? Are you okay? What happened?”

“Everything is fine, Mr. Mercado. I just … a family emergency came up and I have to go check on my grandma at the care home today. They said she took a fall.”

“Oh I’m so sorry. Take off however much you need.”

“Mr. Mercado, I’ll come back tomorrow, I’m sure she’ll be okay.”

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care.”

“Bye!”

Mr. Mercado hangs up the call and Damien and Peach let out deep breaths. Damien nervously smiles at Peach as she shakes her head in disappointment. There was a moment of calmness and Damien couldn’t help but let out a little snort at the situation.

“Laugh it up, Magnum. Can you pick the lock?”

“Have you got hairpins?”

Peach shrugs her shoulders as Damien goes to his wardrobe and pulls out some dark jeans and a white button up.

“I’ll have to go to my office and grab another set of keys from there.”

Peach shakes her head at the thought of being handcuffed for half an hour. Yet there was no other solution. Damien left their bedroom and drove to his office. Grabbing the keys and then driving home. Peach ended up having to wait two hours before Damien walked through the door with a smile on his face as he brandished the key. A shiny glint hit his eye as he crouched down and found the key under the bed. Turns out the handcuff key was under the bed this whole time.

The third time was a bit of a painful memory as Peach and Damien sat on the sofa in his living room. It had been a long week for the both of them as their work kept them busy. Today was date night and they could obviously not keep their hands off of one another. Peach sat on Damien’s lap, kissing him with passion. They both had stripped down to their undergarments as Damien grasped Peach’s waist. She made slow movements with her waist and Damien was dying from the anticipation.

“Chica! Please, don’t tease!”

Peach smiled and brought her hand to the nape of his neck and tugged his hair back, relishing in the soft groan he made. Damien’s eyes ignited as his demeanour changed.

“Chica! I’m warning you.”

“What are you going to do, Sir?”

Damien smirked and brought his hand up to slap her butt. He swung and just missed her butt, instead hitting himself in the dick. Immediately Damien let out a loud shout of pain as Peach jumped off him. Watching as Damien grasped his dick and lay on his side, curling into the ball, hissing in pain. Peach rubbed his forehead and shoulder trying to soothe his pain.

“Ay bendito!”

Peach rushed to the kitchen, going through the freezer and getting a bag of frozen veg. Wrapping it in a tea towel and bringing it to Damien, he grabbed it and placed it over his dick. The coolness brought relief to his pain as he took deep breaths. Peach helped him sit up and sat next to him, rubbing his thigh with comfort. Least to say that night ended with Damien holding the frozen veg on his penis.

The fourth time was also a painful memory as Damien sat Peach on the dining table, standing between her legs and grasping her legs tightly. Peach was grasping his shoulders tightly as Damien let go of Peach’s lips, panting heavily and hair tousled.

“Have I told you how amazing you are?”

“Yes you have, but it’s always nice to hear it from you.”

Damien laughed and trailed kisses down her neck, her sternum.

“You’re absolutely perfect. You’re my Chica.” 

He brought his lips to hers and brought his fingers under her skirt, rubbing slow circles through her underwear. Peach shivered and her head dropped back as Damien kissed and nibbled small bites on her neck. Damien pushed the underwear to a side and pushed his index finger deep into her. Peach curled her toes and gripped Damien’s waist tightly with her thighs, moaning his name. Damien thrusted his fingers slowly and stuttered at her tight clenching.

Peach wasn’t feeling a tingly pleasure, instead something felt hot and burning. She was starting to sweat profusely as she grasped at Damien’s shoulders.

“D, baby! Hold on! Something isn’t right!” 

She hissed as if she felt her vagina was on fire. A burning sensation was slowly spreading and she was squealing in pain. Damien immediately pulled his fingers out and his face paled as he realised something.

“There were jalapeños in the guisado.”

Peach’s eyes widened as she jumped off the table and ran to the bathroom to clean her vagina. Peach and Damien ended up going to the hospital that night and the doctors warned them to always wash their hands. And to hold off sex for a week, needless to say the both of them learnt their lesson.

The fifth time again was a painful memory, which leads us to Damien’s office. Damien had Peach flat on his desk as he thrusted his penis into her. The both of them were sweating heavily and Peach held Damien’s hand tightly. Damien was in his office, working late and Peach thought it a good idea to accompany him. Passions grew and the both of them couldn’t resist. Damien was making love to Peach on his desk and Peach was enjoying his company. Damien hiked her leg higher on his waist and allowed him to push deeper.

Peach moaned deeply and Damien panted deeply. His eyes turned to the right and noticed something strange. His thrust faltered slightly as he focused on the evidence board on his right. Damien’s eyes widened as he realised a connection in his case.

“That’s it!”

“Yes! That’s it!”

“No, Chica! I’ve figured it out.”

“Figured what out?”

“It was Avi Johnson. He’s been embezzling money from the clients at the bank.”

Peach heaved heavily and frowned at his focus but Damien was excited at the prospect of having solved the embezzlement case. He pulled out and was going to thrust harder into Peach. She widened her eyes as she realised Damien was going to stick his dick in her ass. Not that she hadn’t thought about it, but right now wasn’t the time and place. Nor was she prepared so she made the mistake of moving her waist away and Damien ended up hitting his balls into the desk.

Damien yelped in pain and held on to his dick, falling onto his office chair. Peach sat up on his desk and carefully brought her hand down to massage some of Damien’s pain.

“D, I’m so sorry!”

“Why didn’t you warn me, Peach?”

“You were focused on your case, you didn’t realise you were gonna stick it in my ass! I had to save myself.”

“Fuck!”

The mood was killed as Peach and Damien drove home. Once again the frozen veg packet was used to soothe some of the pain, Damien experienced in his balls.

Some of those memories were painful and the mood was killed. However, Peach and Damien could always make the best of the situation and this was one of those moments where a sex fail does not end up being such a failure after all. It was a late night and Damien and Peach were in the mood. ‘Dinner and a movie’ dates always ended up with sex which is what Damien and Peach were starting. They had stripped off their clothes and laid in bed, caressing and kissing one another deeply as Peach sat up in Damien’s lap.

“D, baby! Fuck me!”

“Well I’m trying to! A certain Chica’s trying to rile me up.”

“Please, sir! Fuck me!”

“Then stop teasing, Chica!”

Damien grabbed her waist and rolled her over to be on top, only instead of the both of them remaining in bed, they both ended up falling off onto the floor. Peach bumped her head and Damien landed quite heavily on her. He brought a hand to the back of her head and rubbed. Peach let out a giggle as did Damien, realising their clumsiness as she sighed.

“We are so silly, D.”

“That we are Peach. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, didn’t hurt much. Are you okay?”

“I’m okay Chica.”

The both of them were still naked and Damien’s penis was rubbing ever so softly with Peach’s folds. Their gazes went down as Peach wiggled her hips and Damien groaned. She brought a hand to his hair to direct him to her face and she leaned into his ear.

“Still can keep up, Papi?”

All the blood in Damien’s brain rushed down as his eyes darkened and he lifted himself to look directly into Peach’s brown eyes. As if ‘sir’ wasn’t enough, she had to go ahead and use Spanish against him. Especially Papi. Damien smirked dangerously with teeth bared as he lifted her leg onto his shoulder, anchoring her other leg on his waist.

“Say that again, Chica!”

“Fuck me Papi!”

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[romewritingshop]

It’s okay, I’ve got you

Fandom: Choices, Perfect Match

Relationship: Damien Nazario X F!MC (Name: Peach Park)

Warnings: SO MUCH SMUT, ANGSTY (I hope), Tad FLUFF, safeword usage, Trauma, fingering, Papi Kink,

Word Count Total: 2393

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write some Damien angst and I thought this is a perfect time to get some angst in. The themes in this also coincided with the Monthly Challenge for August. This is for day 05 prompt:LET GO. Hopefully it fulfils the prompt and angst. Thanks and I love you all.

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Tagged: @choicesficwriterscreations @choicesmonthlychallenge​ @ephemeralsunsets​ @ravenpuff02​ @cfwcadm​ @mrsnazariowritesagain​

“Oh Papi!” Daddy!

Damien pressed her up against the wall of his bedroom door, taking in her soft moans and groans. Looking down at her arched back and shut eyes, open mouth that was his. His deft fingers disappeared under her skirt and between her velvet folds to reach her spot inside. He needed it tonight. It was the first day in court, Damien and his friends were called to bear witness against Cecile Contreras, listening to the judge read out several charges before convicting Cecile as guilty. Lifetime imprisonment which was something Damien was surprised by, judging by the fact that she held a high position and usually rich assholes got away with murder.

The hearing was a cause for celebration as he and Peach had dinner with their friends before they made their way home. Peach being the minx she was, let her hands flutter around his belt and bulge. Damien was frozen by her enchantment as her hands unbuckled the belt and slipped into his boxers, hands following the trail of hair before reaching the base of his cock. He smiled at the fact that he almost ran a red light at her ministrations but Damien’s interpol instincts kicked in. Now was just payback time as Damien teased her back.

He loved the way she would curl and bend for him, opening herself in a way no woman ever did. His two fingers sunk deep into her and Damien felt that he had reached her soul, her fingers clasped around his wrist to push deep. She looked like an angel and he felt like a demon corrupting beauty. She didn’t seem to mind as her other hand wrapped around the nape of Damien’s neck to tug him close for a kiss.

He could never get over the way her lips were soft against his chapped rough lips, like sandpaper against porcelain as Damien slipped his tongue past her lips. She was wearing the wine red lipstick again and Damien felt his cock go hard at the reminder of the mess it would make. It showed him her passion and love for him as his tongue brushed against Peach’s. He could taste the hot chocolate fudge cake she had for dessert which just made him groan harder against Peach. Flashes of her being slathered with chocolate and her coarse tongue running over her body to lick the sweet chocolate had him even harder and he needed to have her.

She was close as her moans quietened to silent cries, her rapid movements had her grip Damien tightly as he pulled his lips away to take a picture of her face. If he was challenged, Damien could paint the five different orgasm faces Peach made with a blindfold on. He brought his hand to her sternum to feel her rapid beat as his fingers moved rapidly, a third finger being added with pressed hard against her spot that made her whine. It was his favourite sound and he once came just from hearing her make the noise while fingering her. He planned to make this last all night as he choked at her tight clenching.

“Dejar ir mi amor.” Let go, my love.

She could never refuse him as she did what he asked, taking in the way her eyes snapped open to connect with Damien before she silently cried for release. Peach took a few moments to catch her breath, breathing in and out before her eyes caught Damien's, a loving smile to gift him.

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Let's take this to bed, D."

Her lover smiled softly and cupped her large thighs to lift her up into his arms. She was a little heavy but Damien loved to work hard for her, she deserved it. Plus he loved the way his palms would spread across the back of her thighs; he felt like he had the whole world in his hands, which was true. She was his world. Damien brought her to his bed and carefully set her down, watching as she began to unzip her dress.

He started to loosen his tie, tossing that to the floor along with his blazer. She sat ready in her underwear and brought her hands to the waist of his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping. Peach loved the way he stared deep into her souls, she still couldn’t believe he was hers. Damien was a constant in her life she never realised and she fell for him in the second year of their friendship. Nadia had gone to see family in Vermont but a heavy snowstorm had her trapped there. She was alone for her birthday. Well almost as the knock on her door around midnight said otherwise.

Damien was there with a tray of cupcakes and a case of beer, ready to celebrate her birthday and Peach felt loved at his compassion. He had managed to take his clothes off, ready to take Peach but she had control over him as she pulled his boxers down and started softly stroking his dick to distract him from his original plan. Sneaky minx as she smirked and carefully brought her lips to the tip. The lipstick rubbed off, the pretty deep red added colour and he couldn’t help but groan at the mess. He carried on and he felt like he could fall.

He couldn’t believe he was here with Peach as her kisses transported him to a whole other world, memories of the court flashed in his mind and he thought the room had changed for a brief moment. Damien blinked and was back in his room with Peach taking him in his mouth. Sure enough she was drowning in her own pleasure as Damien brought his eyes to hers and lifted her by his hands.

“Hermosa, I need to take you now!” Beautiful

Her lipstick had smudged around her mouth and Damien watched as she scooted back to the headboard, Damien prowled after her and loomed over her. Cecile flashed into his vision as Damien was taken aback, wondering if he was really with her or with Peach. He brought his head into the crook of Peach’s neck and focused on the feeling of her body to ground him from his coming nightmares. His fingers trailed down her soft stomach and down to her vagina. She had already taken her underwear off as they harmoniously moaned at the contact and wetness between her legs.

“Damien, you’re doing so well.”

Damien felt a chill across his back as he lifted his head to see if Peach heard what he heard but she was lost in him. It didn’t happen as Damien connected his lips to Peach, soon finding his rhythm and bringing himself back in the moment with her. He settled between her legs and sunk his penis deep inside of Peach’s vagina. Her loud moan had Damien smirk as he began rolling his hips with practise. Soon he could sense she was close as her second orgasm was much hoarser and scratchy, only repeating ‘Papi’ or ‘Damien’.

Just as he was about to thrust deep to push his love over the edge, his mind flashed back to the Eros facility, being strapped down for testing he was stuck. Peach felt Damien stutter with his thrust as she opened her eyes to see Damien with his eyes shut and bottom lip pursed between his teeth. She huffed at him teasing and took the moment to take over, bringing her hands to his shoulders and rolling over to straddle his lap, bouncing up and down to get to her pleasure. Peach didn’t know that Damien was stuck in his mental torments as Damien’s vision blurred between his room and the experimentation room.

“That’s it!”

Damien shuddered and Peach assumed it was with pleasure as she continued to moan, pushing harder and faster. Placing her hands on his chest and using that place to bring herself over the edge. Damien’s hands were resting against her hips but he felt his strength slowly drain. He managed to get back to his room with Peach when she pulled at his shoulder. He had forgotten he was with Peach as he focused on the way she bounced. Peach felt close to the edge but she needed a push, a strong powerful push.

He sat up to let his chest brush against her, once again trying to ground himself with her as he nuzzled into her neck, lazily thrusting up into Peach. His hands helped Peach to move and she brought one of her hands to her clit to bring herself closer. Damien couldn’t ruin her pleasure as he watched her arched back and shut eyes, open mouth. Peach. Damien let his lips brush against her neck and pressed soft kisses. Memories of needles being injected into his neck flashed and Damien tensed with fear, his hands squeezed her hips, she squealed at the feeling as she murmured ‘I love you’. Damien needed to get out as the violent images of his trauma started mocking him and taking a hold of him. He couldn’t breathe and felt cold sweat at the crown of his head.

Peach wouldn’t stop until she heard the safe word and he tried hard to remember it. Cecile and Rowan were taking hold and he finally snapped, the safe word coming instinctively.

“CHERRY!”

At that moment the temperature of the room dropped, and Peach stilled just as she heard the word. She was about to go over the edge but her pleasure was splashed with cold water. Damien shuddered and he began tearing up with fear, feeling shame, grief, regret wash over him. He ruined everything as he began to softly sob against Peach’s chest. She could feel warm tears drop on her shoulder as she carefully pulled herself out of him, bringing her palms to his cheeks, lifting his face to hers.

Tears had ran down his face as Peach brought her thumb to rub away the smudged lipstick near his lips. Shushing him quietly and sat with him crying in her arms, letting him empty himself onto her.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

He broke down harder at her words, rambles of apologies sprawling out of his mouth and Peach felt tears brim in her eyes. She had never seen Damien like this, it terrified her as she let him sink into her; one hand massaged his scalp while the other rubbed at his shoulder. Her pleasure was long forgotten and Damien’s sobs had quieted to low sniffles before he lifted his head to Peach, noting she too had tears as he wiped at her eyes.

“Hermosa, I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry, Damien. I should have sensed you weren’t responding. I’m glad you used the safeword.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Damien, it’s okay. You're safe.” She placed gentle kisses on his eyes and forehead, her thumbs rubbing slow circles on his cheek as a sign of comfort. “Do you want to stay here or go to the shower?”

“Stay.”

Peach gave a nod and massaged his forearms, the familiar circles of comfort. The both of them remained still, basking in the warmth and softness of one another, Peach could feel her legs cramp a little and her back began to pain but Damien’s wellbeing and safety was more important. However, Damien knew Peach well because he could feel her legs tense up, she was probably feeling awkward sitting in his lap with her legs twisted weirdly as he leant back and brought Peach to his chest, feeling her legs relax slightly as she hummed. Damien was wrapped around her trying to be strong but she knew he just wanted to be hugged as she leaned into his ear, whispering softly.

“I’ve just got to go to the bathroom.”

Peach slowly got up out of bed and went out of the room to the bathroom to clean herself up. Damien lay in bed, staring deeply into the ceiling and taking a few breaths to purge the thoughts of Cecile, Rowan and the EROS experimentation facility in Japan. He felt the bed shift and Peach was laying on his right side, letting Damien nuzzle into her neck as Damien looped his arms over her waist. Her soft smell of orange calmed his nerves as he realised that her scent was the way to realise what is real and fake. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone as Peach ran her fingers through his hair, fingers gently untangling the knots in his long hair.

He owed Peach an explanation for what happened and why he reacted, it was the least he could do.

“I had memories of Cecile at the EROS facility. I guess seeing her in court today reminded me of the nightmares. I know she’s gonna be in for a long time, but the stuff she did, won’t go away. I can totally understand if you don’t want to listen or stay, but just know that I love you and I’m glad that you’re here, in this moment.”

Peach kissed his forehead and ran her fingers across the nape of his neck, feeling the shape and ridges. He was baring his soul to her and she didn’t have the strength to get up and walk away/ She shouldn’t and it is because she loves him undeniably.

“Cecile did terrible things and we may never get those nightmares to go away but I’m here every step of the way. You mean so much to me and I never want to leave. I love you and I want all of you: Your cynical charm, bravery and vulnerability.”

His heart warmed at her unwavering dedication and at this moment he knew he made the right choice as he pressed his lips against hers, taking in her slow soft movements and the way her lips softly suckled against his bottom lip. He let go of her lips and pressed his nose against her collarbone, breathing in her scent which was now mixed with his, her chest moved slowly and he felt the vibrations in her chest letting them lull him to sleep. Before he went, he spied at his jacket, hanging by the wardrobe door, in the pocket was a small black velvet box.

Maybe tomorrow morning he’d ask her, just for tonight he wanted to sleep in her arms and breathe in her sweet smell.

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[romewritingshop]

Say you won’t let go

Fandom: Choices, Perfect Match

Relationship: Damien Nazario X F!MC (Name: Peach Park)

Warnings: Slight talk of smut, fluff, vomit, graphic death, alcohol drinking

Word Count Total: 2797

A/N: I’ve been in an emotional mood and so I was listening to Markiplier’s cover of ‘Say you won’t let go’. The song makes me so emotional and I thought Damien and Peach needed it. So I wrote this fic and posted it. I’d recommend listening to the instrumental or the lyrical version while reading. Instead of posting a sneak peek, I thought I could post the whole fic so here it is.

Markiplier Cover - Say you won’t let go

Instrumental Say you won’t let go

CHOICES MASTERLIST

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A low jazz voice hummed in the air of his office as Damien examined the evidence for his current case. This stalker was impressive in covering their tracks and Damien was struggling to connect the strings of graphic art and threatening love letters. His office was strewn with red tape and papers, almost as if his evidence board had come to life. Nadia Park’s case was proving to be his biggest challenge yet. He ran his hand through his hair and stood away from his desk, trying to see the case from a different angle.

A knock rang on the door as Damien grunted and opened the door, only to see the familiar dark hair that faded into light curls. The person turned to Damien and he held his breath in his neck. It was his client’s cousin, Peach Park, dressed in a fitted light pink button shirt that seemed to make her stature taller than she actually was. Accompanied with a bright orange pleated skirt that made her legs glow. She certainly looked amazing and different, she was usually dressed down in a t-shirt and jeans or a denim dress.

It was a welcome change and Damien gave a brisk nod to let Peach in. He assumed she wanted to see the progress of his case and he had no qualms about it. The client has a right after all, he glanced back through the door and noticed Nadia Park wasn’t there. He furrowed his eyebrows and turned between Peach and the empty hallway. Damien closed the door and took in Peach and realised that her face had more of a shine as usual. He felt a little hot under the collar but the window was closed. He had never been alone with Peach and no matter how many times he thought about it, he hadn’t believed it would happen. Until now that is.

“Hello Miss Park, what brings you to my office tonight?”

Deep down he hoped she came for him but a man can only dream. Remaining professional with her helped dampen his desire and need to know her more.

“How many times have I told you to call me Peach? If you don’t call me Peach, then I’ll start calling you, Mr. Nazario.”

As much as Damien would love to be called that, it also reminded him of how much older he was as he rubbed the back of his neck. He could never get over saying her name, he’d often repeat it to himself in the dead of night. He could never understand the power she had over him as he gave her a small smile.

“Sorry, Peach.”

“That’s better.”

“So do you want the run-down for what I’ve got so far?”

Damien went around her to grab a list of potential suspects when he felt her hand on his wrist. Damien almost audibly gasped at her sudden contact as he took in her slim fingers around his wrist.

“Actually Damien, I’m here for something else.”

Damien felt his heart rate increase steadily as his brain ran through different scenarios, some good but mostly bad. She probably doesn’t want Damien on the case anymore; she found out about Beitan; she doesn’t need him anymore. He must have gotten lost in his head as he felt a shake against his wrist. Damien escaped his mental hell to see Peach in front of him, a soft comforting smile. Her eyes were a cave full of life and wonders and Damien could feel himself getting lost in them.

“I wanted to ask if you were free to have a drink with me?”

Damien blinked as he slowly took in her words. A drink? With him? Was he dreaming? He hoped not as he repeated the words.

“A drink?”

A soft laugh came out as Peach smiled.

“Yes, a drink.”

He wasn’t meant to say that aloud as he felt his cheeks and ears heat up at her words. She had the softest sweetest laugh that reminded Damien of wind chimes blowing in the wind. He never felt like this with Alana and it really riled him up in the core of his soul. She took her wrist away to straighten her skirt and Damien was close to begging her to bring her touch back but he held back. It wouldn’t seem professional as she went on.

“You’ve been working so hard for my cousin, I thought I’d offer you a drink as a way to say thanks. And to probably give you a break from looking at photos all day.” His heart warmed at the fact that she was concerned for him. It was a redeeming quality of hers as she gave him one of her sweet smiles. “It’s on me the drink.”

Damien would’ve gladly given her his soul, even before she asked. Damien smiled and took Peach up on her offer, grabbing his jacket and keys and locking his office door.

Several hours later, Damien and Peach swayed from side to side, trudging up the steps to her apartment. The both of them giggling about the moving wallpaper and the rainbow cats. Damien could not remember anything as Peach reached into her clutch, pulling out her apartment key. She missed the keyhole three times and only managed to get it in with Damien’s help, They pushed the door open and stumbled in, Peach blindly tapped the walls for the switch. With pure luck she found them as she turned to Damien with a finger to her lips.

“Sh! You’re going to wake up Nadia!”

“Nadia doesn’t live with you!”

“I know! You’re going to wake her up!”

“Okay.”

The both of them wobbled against each other and just about reached the living room, Damien plopped himself on the sofa and Peach followed, falling face first onto Damien’s lap.

“Ah! My cojones!”

“What’s that?”

“My drawers!”

They giggled at the word and took a moment to breath. There was a comfortable silence as Damien ran his hands through her hair. It was coarse but she purred at the slow contact, he smiled in his drunken haze. It has been a while since he was in such a happy state as he glanced down at her but Peach had a slight grimace on her face. Her stomach grumbled as she pushed herself up to face him.

“I’m gonna vomit.”

Damien registered the word vomit and slowly got up, helping her stand and taking her to the bathroom. He could feel the alcohol muddling his brain as he just about opened the bathroom door. She dropped away from him and brought her face close to the toilet seat. Sounds of bile splashed against the water as Damien dropped to his knees beside her and grabbed her hair into a pony, with one hand. The other rubbed her back in an upwards motion to help her get the vomit out and Damien watched her hair. 

He had seen worse things in his life but he’d take the sight of her vomiting over anything else. He cooed at her softly and once the groans of pain lowered, he grabbed some toilet roll for Peach to clean her mouth. After emptying her stomach, Peach took the tissue to clean her face and lifted her head to look back at Damien. He felt all the alcohol in his system flush as she threw him a loving smile that he felt she only gave to intimate lovers. She murmured a soft thank you that had Damien heart pump harder, she was sitting back and she brought her head close to his sternum. Damien placed a tentative hand on her arm as he hummed at the close contact. He shouldn’t take advantage of her like this but he wanted to indulge in his deep fantasy. He felt her lips brush against his button shirt as she spoke.

“Do you want to stay over tonight?”

Damien felt his heart melt at her sweet request. Many times a night he had dreamed about staying in Peach’s house, in her bed but he looked down at her drunken state. She wasn’t in the right state of mind and she was only a client. She was a client’s relative and Damien knew it would be overstepping boundaries. As much as he deeply wanted to, he knew he couldn’t so he shook his head softly.

“I think that you should get some rest.”

~~~~~~

Damien heard the train whistle of his kettle go off as he put away his newspaper and grabbed two coffee mugs, placing the filter paper on top and the beans. He poured the green coloured kettle into the mugs and got rid of the filter papers, letting the mugs sit and stew with the rich caffeine. He glanced at his bedroom door, hoping Peach wouldn’t get up and ruin his surprise but the door hadn’t moved. He grabbed the two mugs and walked out of the kitchen and straight into his bedroom, a warm smile grew on his face.

Peach was still asleep soundly as her curves heaved up and down slowly. The comforter was off her body and her body was spread into a misshapen starfish. Damien shook his head as Peach often loved spreading her body out and popping her behind into the air. He could never understand how she was able to sleep in that position but she looked adorable. Her mint green shorts had ridden up to show the zebra stripes of stretch marks on her back thigh and the bumpy surface. He went around the bed to his side, placing the coffee mugs on his bedside drawer and leaning on his arm to take a better look at Peach.

He brought his hand to the edge of her shorts and pulled it down slightly so Peach wouldn’t complain about her shorts riding up. She loved the way they felt but they often caused more harm than good as Damien smiled to himself about the complaints she’s made. Her navy blue camisole brought more prominence in her love handles and sleeping on her front, pushed her breasts together. She looked utterly stunning in the morning, it is because it was the first raw thing that Damien would see. He was so glad she was his.

As if sensing something, Peach forced her eyes open to see her love, Damien leaning beside her. A full chest of dark curls on display and dark horn rimmed glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose. There was a slight softness near his stomach yet he still looked built and lean in the many years before they were together. His grey sweatpants hung low on his waist and that sweet trail of hair disappeared into the waistband of the pants. The both of them took in the other with unashamed, unjudging eyes as they gave a soft greeting to one another.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

Damien brought his lips to press a short kiss to the brow of her hair and reach behind him to present her with her mug of coffee. It had a picture of Damien on it and she was able to wake up even more. She pushed herself up slightly snuggled into Damien’s side, kissing his collarbone and wrapping her hands around the mug.

“Just what I need.”

“I know.”

She took a deep sip and exhaled blissfully, letting the warm coffee seep into her blood and liven her soul. Damien too took a sip of his coffee and purred with content at the sweet warmth.

“This is amazing.”

“Isn’t it?”

Damien curved his eyebrow up as if suggesting he was amazing. Peach rolled her eyes and took another sip.

“I meant the coffee.”

“What about the company?”

“Could be better.” Damien pinched the side of her waist as she yelped excitedly, before she nestled further. “It’s perfect. you’re perfect.”

“That I am.”

A few minutes later, they both had finished their coffee as Damien took his and her cup to place on the bedside table. He had a cheshire smile on his face as he brought his hand to her shoulder for her to lay down, he held himself over her as a few strands of hair drooped down. Peach smiled and brought her hands to his cheek, taking in the slightly overgrown beard.

“Now we’ve got a few minutes before the morning really starts.”

“What are you going to do about it, Nazario?”

“I’m going to have my way with you.”

“Think you can be quick about it, old man?”

Damien smirked as he slotted himself in between Peach’s legs as the hair on her legs tickled Damien’s waist. Damien loved Peach’s body hair, the way it would brush against the back of his thighs when she’d wrap her legs around his waist, it would send chills through his body. Peach is really his. Before he could lean in to kiss her, the door opened and small footsteps thumped in the room. Followed by high pitched squeals, tiny bodies jumped on the bed, latching onto Damien and Peach.

Small round faces and bright eyes as a boy and girl jumped with unbelievable hyperness. Damien and Peach’s kids: Sofía and Gael. Both were seven and six years of age, they had Damien’s looks but Peach’s excitable personality. Damien rolled off of Peach and sat up on the bed, taking his daughter into his arms and Peach took Gael into hers. Damien turned to Peach and raised an eyebrow at her, as if blaming her for their kids interrupting their moment.

She rolled her eyes and brought Gael close, kissing his forehead and cheeks. He repeated many ‘I love yous’ and ‘Mummys’ while Sofía watched her dad with curiosity. She had her excitable moments but at this current moment, she was just like her dad. Perceptive and clever as she spoke up in spanish.

“Papa, qué hacías?” Dad, what were you doing?

Damien glanced nervously from his daughter to Peach, who watched the both of them with amusement.

“Nada, Princesa.” Nothing, Princess.

Peach stood up from the bed and arched her back, stretching the knots made in her sleep. She got both her kids to go out the room and told them to get dressed so that they could go to school. Damien watched his love care so deeply and once the kids went to the other room, Peach stood in the doorway of their bedroom. Their kids are the best thing that has ever happened to him and he could never dream about anyone else. Damien got up to Peach and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to his chest.

“I wanna dance with you right now.” Peach laughed her sweet laugh as she swayed along with Damien. “I love you and I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old.”

“I think that’s already starting to happen. I can see a little grey in your beard.”

At that she rubbed her palm over his cheek, fingers brushing against his lip. Damien opened his mouth and took a bite at her finger before placing a soft kiss and nuzzling his head into her shoulder. She was the one for him, her soft smile and bright eyes gave light to Damien’s life. He was so glad to bare his soul to her.

~~~~~~

“NO!”

It was too late as Damien pushed against the restraining hold of Hayden. Harley had Peach in his grasp and he pressed his fingers deep in her neck, a loud crunch of bones echoed in the room. They were back at EROS and just as they were about to break free and blow the facility up, Cecile had activated the hive mind control which took over the minds of all the matches. Hayden included. Damien felt his heart smash to pieces and time moved slowly, as Peach’s round body fell to the ground. There were no emotions for Damien to express the scene in front of him as he stared at Peach. Her bright hue was gone and replaced by a grey sickening colour and death claimed her bright lively soul. The love of his life was gone right before him, he closed his eyes to purge the uncomfortable thoughts of Peach.

~~~~~~

Damien opened his eyes to see himself in a clear tiled room, not the EROS facility or at home with Peach. Soon he heard the loud taps of heels and found the devil in front him. A smartly dressed woman with piercing green eyes and angry red hair: Cecile Contreras. She looked down at Damien with a sickening smile and turned her face forward to the screen behind Damien.

“Response is good. Up the dosage and add twenty milligrams of delysid. You’re doing very good, Damien. We’re close to creating the perfect match.”

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[romewritingshop]

Healing Night Terrors

Fandom: Choices, Perfect Match

Relationship: Damien Nazario X F!MC (Name: Peach Park)

Warnings: Slight gore, soft fluff, discussion on night terror and nightmares, mentions to nudity

Word Count Total: 1402

A/N: I recently finished Perfect Match and the final scene with Rowan and Harley really haunted me. I chose to save Harley but Rowan’s death scared me and I wanted to write a soft fluffy fic for MC because she’s always helping Damien with his fears. Damien needed to help her. I wrote this for @ephemeralsunsets​ because she is awesome and I love her Last Weekend series. I love you, darling!

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Peach managed to pull Harley out of the way and watched as Rowan teetered and dropped. She could hear his scream descent from a loud siren to a soft murmur, then total silence. Peach glanced over the edge of the building and turned to face Harley. She helped Harley up, who stared into her face with shock before it morphed into an evil grin. Peach frowned as Harley grabbed both her wrists and spun her into the direction of Damien.

She hadn’t noticed Damien was on the floor, curled into himself and blood trickling down the crown of his head. There was a cut on his lip and a bruise was forming across his left eye. Cecile stood next to him, spinning a lead pipe in her hand. She straightened the neckline of her dress and smirked at Peach. No! This wasn’t what happened! She tried to glance back at Harley but she felt his tight grip on the back of her neck.

She couldn’t move as she noticed a metal hand on the opposite building ledge, then another. An arm came up and pushed up to reveal … Rowan. His face was mangled but he wasn’t human. Half the face revealed a metal skull plate with black and blue liquids streaming across both sides of the face. His right arm was twisted back and his foot was connected by a single thick wire. The eye patch was gone and it revealed a hollow cave of evil. A grin formed on his face, half human half robot as he dragged himself towards Cecile.

She handed him the lead pipe and the both of them exchanged a smile. Peach could feel her stomach churn as she tried to move against Harley but her movements were sluggish and heavy. Rowan swung the pipe and a loud twang echoed as Peach screamed but her voice couldn’t be heard. Damien coughed and lurched as Cecile pulled him up to his feet to face Rowan. Rowan reached a hand towards Damien’s midsection. A scream echoed yelling her name.

“PEACH!”

Her eyes snapped open as her eyes darted around the dark room. She sat up and glanced down to notice she was in a red henley. She heard the door open and snapped her head to the direction as the figure turned on the bedside lamp and it revealed a tan chest. The same sleek stubbled jaw and rich deep brown eyes. It was Damien alive and well. She’s not at the RHH Convention Centre but back at Damien’s apartment. She took a shaky breath and tucked her head between her knees.

Damien took a deep breath and cautiously sat next to her, letting her calm down herself and simply just sitting next to her. He was all too familiar with night terrors and knew giving Peach space would help her calm down. She’s always been a strong figure throughout the whole Eros incident and she never had a chance to acknowledge the difficulties until recently. Peach had always been there for Damien. She comforted him when he had nightmares from Eros’s psychological torture.

She never let on her struggles until a week ago. Tonight seemed especially worse as Damien took in her shaky form. He brought a tentative hand to hers, drawing small firm circles on the back of her hand. A sign for each other letting the other know, they’re here and safe. Peach recognised the drawing on her hand as she lifted her head to glance at Damien. No pity or concern on his face but pure love and admiration as her eyes watered and she leapt into Damien’s arms.

Damien pushed back slightly against the headboard and held Peach as tight as he could, letting her take what she needed. Peach snuggled her face into the crook of his neck and inhaled the deep smell of bacardi and cinnamon. Something that was Damien. Peach was glad for Damien being in her life and by her side. Peach raised her head to take in his face against the dull yellow glow, brushing her fingers across his lips, trailing towards the left eye and then the crown of his head. There was nothing and she brought her hand down to his chest, towards his stomach. His stomach was taut and clear, except for one or two bullet scars from his interpol days.

After examining him, she brought her palm to rest against his heart and gave a small smile to Damien. Damien did the same and brought his palm to rest on her heart. The both of them letting the other know they’re alive, well and safe. Damien broke the silence.

“Do you want to take a bath?”

Peach gave a nod and Damien gave her a soft smile, lifting her in his arms and coming out of his bedroom to go to the bathroom, next door. The bathroom had dark grey walls and white porcelain appliances, he set her down and got her to sit on the closed toilet seat. Damien turned the faucet on and waited for the water to fill, he opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out an orange coloured bath bomb and dropped it into the running water. Whenever she would stay at Damien’s place, she would always have a bath ready for Damien. The fragrance of the orange bath bomb relaxed him and he knew she liked the smell of orange and cream.

Oranges, peaches and pinks swirled in the water as he turned the faucet of and turned towards Peach. She stood up and turned to face Damien, placing her hands on the waistband of his boxers.

“Join me, D?”

“Of course.”

He let her push the waistband down and he brought his hands to the hem of her/his henley, gliding it across her torso and tugging it off her head. He pushed down her black underwear and led her to the bathtub. Sitting in first and resting his back against the bath, his knees popped out of the water indicating he was too tall to fit in the bath. Peach followed and rested her back against Damien’s chest. The water just about covered her chest and she could feel the tension from the nightmare melt away. Damien brought his hands to her shoulders and rubbed deep circles into her shoulder, he was no Hayden but he hoped it was enough for Peach. Peach smiled at Damien’s efforts and turned her head to kiss Damien’s jaw.

“Thank you.”

“Of course, mi alma.” My soul.

After a few minutes of relaxing in each other’s companies and the saccharine scent, Damien addressed the night terrors.

“Do you want to talk about your nightmare?”

Peach took a gentle breath and took Damien right hand into hers, weaving her fingers through his.

“We were back at the convention centre. I managed to save Harley but he switched. He made me watch Cecile,” She took a shaky breath. “Cecile was beating you with a pipe. Your face was bruised and bleeding.”

She tensed in his arms and Damien rubbed her arms to ground her.

“Then on the other side, Rowan was coming back up. He was - half robot. Half of his face showed a metal face and he limped towards you and -”

Peach stopped herself from remembering the dream. Damien understood and pressed soft kisses on her neck, grabbing a washcloth from behind him. Soaking it in the water and dragging it over her body. Peach exhaled deeply as Damien spoke softly.

“Mi alma, I’m always here for you. You made the best choice you could and saved Harley’s life. He’s living a better life because of you. Sloane and Khaan changed Eros and Cecile is in jail. You’re safe, mi alma. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Peach smiled and glanced up at Damien, who was looking down at her with pure love. She pressed her lips against his softly and parted away slightly to brush her lips against his.

“Thank you, Damien. I love you.”

“I love you too, Peach.”

Peach gave another kiss and felt her eyes fall slowly. Damien kissed her temple, shifted Peach so she rested her head in the crook of his neck. As she slowly lulled to sleep, she could hear Damien murmur in Spanish.

“Te amo mi alma. Quiero casarme contigo algún día.” I love you, my soul. I want to marry you one day.”

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