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Finally Yours

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Daryl’s been in love with you since the prison, but settles for lovesick glances in fear of ruining your friendship. That is, until the sight of you under the Virginian moonlight sets off a chain of events, and he can’t stand to hide his feelings anymore.

Daryl is a simp

By the time Daryl had reached the gates of Alexandria, he estimated it was well past midnight. Aaron and him had been out on a recruiting run for a few days, not seeing a soul the whole time before eventually calling it quits. It was disheartening to say the least, but he had managed to snag an unfortunate deer a few hours ago and felt a little better knowing the town would have meat tomorrow.

With his crossbow in one hand and the deer slung over his shoulders, he waited for the metal gate to slide open before uttering a brief 'goodbye' to Aaron and heading towards the pantry. Alexandria at night was more peaceful than anywhere else he had been, this world and the last. He found solace in finally being somewhere like the suburbs he had always hoped to have lived in as a kid, and that solace was welcome, especially in a world like this.

He didn't want to admit it, but Alexandria was starting to feel like home.

When he finally reached the house that held the pantry, he set his crossbow down on the porch and used his free hand to open the door. Grabbing his clunky weapon, he set it against the wall next to the shoe rack and began lugging the deer into the kitchen. He contemplated skinning and butchering the deer on the kitchen table, but his arms and eyes felt inordinately droopy. Daryl stretched muscular arms above his head and a yawn escaped his lips, his body urging him to sleep.

After picking up his crossbow, he strode his way to the house 3rd from the left. Your house. His heart started to pound faster in his chest at the thought of seeing you again, the fatigue buried deeply in his chest disappearing in seconds. All it took was three days without seeing your face before he became desperate for your smile again. He had nearly memorized all your features from the sheer amount of time he thought about them, but his memory couldn't compare to the real thing.

Daryl couldn’t remember ever feeling like this about anyone and when he fell for you, he fell for you hard.

You had always wanted him to come see you after runs or recruitments. At first he thought it was ridiculous - he was a capable man who didn't need to be cared for - but after feeling your tender hands run over his body as you carefully checked up on him, God would have to move Heaven and Earth to rip him away from you. Rick and Denise had even begun teasing him in playful jealousy about it, but he didn't mind; it only reinforced the idea that he was the only one getting that kind of affection from you.

Daryl smiled and eagerly slung his crossbow onto his broad shoulder when he saw the soft glow of a lantern coming from your room. You had always tried to stay up for him, and he always tried to rush home to you so you could get the rest you deserved. There had been a couple times where he had returned from a run and saw you, still dressed in your jeans and holster, curled up in bed after mistakenly falling asleep. You were always so damn undeservingly sweet to him.

He reached your door and huffed a little in annoyance when he realized it was locked. Reaching into his pant pocket, he pulled out the pair of keys you had given him. You claimed you were 'sick of waking up to answer his knocks all the time' and gifted him the second, and only other, key to your house. He remembered feeling pride well up in his chest when you trusted him with an invitation into your private world.

Not bothering to turn on the lights, Daryl kicked off his boots and slung the crossbow up and off his shoulder. He placed it gingerly on a tiny table you had left bare for him, so overwhelmed that you had actually thought of him and planned something like that for him. The furnished wood felt cold underneath him as he walked up the stairs. He had memorized the layout of your house and navigated it with ease.

Softly calling out your name, he made his way to the light in your bedroom. The carpet of the hallway tickled his socked feet as he strode with purpose to that soft light. You were probably up reading one of the books he had found for you when he went on that run last week. Grabbing that novel had nearly gotten him crushed under some bookshelves, but it was worth it when he got to see that beautiful beaming smile of yours when he gave it to you. He remembered that you had mentioned your favourite genre to him once before, and he would be damned if he didn't show you that he actually listened. He reached for the knob and twisted, opening the door and letting himself in like he had done so many times before.

Daryl's breathing stopped at the image he saw before him, and he bit his lip to prevent his pleasured groan from escaping.

Bathed in the soft glow of the lantern was you, in bed, sleeping like he had seen and fantasized about so many times before, blanket thrown carelessly across your stomach as you tried to battle the Virginian heat. But this time, your hair was thrown freely across the checkered pillow, loose from the usual ponytail or bun you secured it with. Daryl had never seen you with your hair down before, even after those months spent with you in the prison and then on the road. Even after arriving in Alexandria you had your hair tied up everyday, telling him you always wanted to be ready if anything ever happened.

Now, he realized if he had seen you like this, he wouldn't have been able to control his feelings as well as he had managed to. Sure, his brain had tried to depict the image of your flowing hair countless times already, but his fantasies didn't even come close to the beauty he was witnessing right now.

You were gorgeous.

When he trailed his eyes down from your hair and face, he felt his jeans get tighter and his palms become sweaty with want. The tank top you were wearing exposed more skin on your body than he had ever seen before and it cut lower than any shirt he ever had the pleasure of seeing you in. He felt like one of those Victorian men who would have gotten a fucking hard-on from an ankle when his eyes roamed your body.

Clothes were hard to come by, much less comfortable clothes you could fight in, so you had opted to wear loose-fitting t-shirts that you tied securely onto your body. Daryl couldn't complain, though, as the image of your frame in baggy clothes only spurred on the thought of how you would look in his clothes. As he stood staring, he remembered when the two of you were out on a run together once, and you had bent down to pick up a few cans of food. The large neck of your shirt drooped down low enough for him to catch a view of your breasts, held against you by your sports bra. When he got home that night, he had experienced such intense pleasure as he worked himself to that image.

The fitted garment stretched across your body, allowing Daryl the perfect view of your chest as your nipples protruded from it, unhindered by the use of a bra. He shook his bangs out from his eyes, determined to commit the image of your body to memory. This was the first time in a long time he had ever felt this turned on. He had fantasized about running his hands all over your body so many times, and this was the closest to naked he had ever seen you.

He stood at the doorway, lost in his own thoughts until he heard you sleepily mumble and turn to the side. He nearly growled when your arm unintentionally pushed your breasts together and your hair fell back, giving him the perfect view of the neck he was desperate to work his mouth over. The blanket fell a little lower and the tank top rode up a little higher, which exposed a sliver of skin all the way up to the dip of your waist. Fuck, if he wasn't hard enough he was now. Daryl had never seen you in this state before, and it took every ounce of power in him not to walk over and give into his desperation right then and there.

His mind was racing to the thought of you as he tried to gather himself. He hated the fact that he got so worked up over something as mundane as a stupid tank top and freely flowing hair. It made him feel like a teenager again. Shaking his head to clear the images of you, he willed his feet over to the nightstand to turn off your lantern - knowing that you hated waking up to it after absentmindedly leaving it on.

When it was dark again, a ray of moonlight shot through the window, highlighting your thinly clad chest. Daryl groaned internally at the sight; it was almost as if the world was trying to drive him crazy with images of you. His gaze softened, however, when you moved again and the light hit your lips. The slightly agape lips he had always fantasized about kissing and doing other things to.

He averted his eyes from your figure and palmed himself through the outside of his jeans, groaning silently in pleasure at the relief it gave him. When he thought he was sufficiently calmed down, he made his way out of your room, making sure to shut the door as silently as his shaking hands would allow.

Hastily grabbing his crossbow and stuffing his feet back into his boots, he rushed out of your house, picking up his pace to nearly a sprint just to get home. He sought the comfort of his mattress and his locked door so he could take care of the not-so-little situation in his pants. The images flooding his mind took captive hold of him and he began palming at himself before he even opened his own front door. After tossing his crossbow onto the living room couch, he sprinted to his room in the basement and angrily stomped out of his boots, quickly deadbolting the door and shutting the whole world out.

Daryl stripped off his restrictive jeans and threw them carelessly across the room, grunting when the denim brushed up against the place he needed it most. Falling face first onto his bed, he began to rub himself, images of your sliver of skin rife in his mind as he gripped his crotch, palming with fervor. When he couldn't take any more of his self-inflicted teasing, he tore his boxers off his legs and flipped over, lying back on the blankets that covered his mattress.

Litanies of curse words mixed with your name created a filthy harmony as he stroked himself. Daryl couldn't help but whimper when his brain conjured up the feeling of your hair tickling his neck when you leaned down to kiss him, riding him with wild abandon as you chased your own pleasure, writhing on top of him as he slammed home up into you. He had never been so turned on by anything in his life. His high was coming like a freight train and he panted shallowly when his brain fed him an image of you crying out in pleasure and coming undone on top of him. Everything in that moment felt so realistic, he could have sworn you were lying right next to him, moaning wantonly like you were in his fantasy.

With a harsh growl, he hit his climax, spilling onto his shirt which he then regarded with disdain. He stayed there on his bed, regaining his breath and staring straight up towards his ceiling, still reeling from the intense orgasm he just experienced. There was something so magnetic about you and every little mundane thing you ever did amplified his desire.

Daryl had been fighting himself over these once unfamiliar feelings about you ever since the prison, and when he realized it was love he panicked. He convinced himself you didn’t feel the same way and he was okay with it; he somehow convinced himself he could live with a one-sided lovesickness, too. At least, he thought he could. But ever since arriving in Alexandria, it began to become harder and harder to control his urges. Alexandria gave him hope of living a normal life, of maybe settling down, and he wanted that life with you. He wanted to treat you so goddamn right every time he saw your sparkling eyes and felt that light you managed to radiate around you everywhere you went. Daryl just wanted you.

After brushing his teeth and pulling off his shirt, he gave way into a rather restless sleep, his mind still continuing to concoct fantasies of loving you down. His hips ground upwards, desperate to feel the friction against his blankets from the images behind his closed eyelids. He tossed and turned, unable to find relief in his dreams. The next morning Daryl woke up grumbling, he couldn't manage to sleep for more than a few hours at a time since the apocalypse had begun. His core pressed against the confines of his sheets and his hand drifted downwards, groaning when he felt the pressure. He gripped his base and sighed, stroking a few times before being interrupted by a knock at his locked door, alerting him of someone’s presence. He tensed in frustration for a second, prepared to tell whoever it was to fuck off, but all his hostility melted away when he heard your sweet voice calling out to him.

“Daryl? You left your crossbow upstairs, so I know you’re in there. Open up!”

He grunted out a response and shifted a little in bed.

“Gi'me a minute.”

Guilt washed over him at the state he was in; naked after rubbing one off to the thought of you the night before, and about to commit the act again because he was still hard from the ceaseless images his mind fed him in his dream state. He shot out of bed and quickly shoved himself into his discarded boxers and jeans, yelling at himself to calm down and grunting slightly when his hand brushed against his crotch. His soiled shirt lay strewn across his pile of arrows and he looked at it with disgust, evidence of his dirty deed and the dirty ways his mind defiled you. Picking it up, he haphazardly balled it up and threw it under his bed, wishing it would just disappear. He quietly ran up the stairs, unlocked his deadbolt and opened the door.

He had nearly forgotten the way you actually dressed after fantasizing about you in the skimpiest clothes imaginable. Seeing you dressed in a way so extremely conflicting from his late night thoughts jarred him and he sighed softly, allowing himself to relive that image for a moment and unintentionally alerting you of his presence.

You were looking around to occupy yourself while waiting for Daryl and when you looked back at the door, heat ran up your neck and to your cheeks as you noticed he was shirtless. Broad shoulders and miles of torso muscle graced your vision and you quickly looked away, nearly smacking yourself with your ponytail and letting out a squeaked ‘sorry’ before turning away fully.

Daryl looked at you and smiled lovingly, forgetting for a moment to hide his affection before returning back to his militant gaze. How many times has he been shirtless in front of you as you checked on his cuts and bruises? Yet here you were, blushing like a schoolgirl as you prayed he wouldn’t notice.

“‘S alright. Nothin’ ya ain’t seen before.”

He had resigned to the fact that his feelings were one-sided for a long while, but moments like these, when he made you a blushing mess just from his presence, made him think that there was an ever-so-small chance you felt the same way. Daryl stood there, as if waiting for you to speak. So you did, not being able to hold the stutter behind as you picked up the freshly baked bread and bowl of stew that you left on the table beside you.

"I-I brought you some of the stew Carol made. I figured you would want to eat after getting back, and uh, I thought you would want to try the deer you caught before everyone else ate it all."

His stomach growled as it quirked up at the thought of finally getting some decent food into his system. Nodding, he turned around and motioned for you to follow him as he descended down into his basement. Smiling in content as he heard you close the door behind you, he flicked the switch at the bottom of the stairs and light illuminated through his room. He hummed in thought before responding, seating himself on the only chair he had.

"I could eat."

You smiled happily as you placed the bowl and piece of bread on his workbench. He scooted forward, hungrily ripping at the bread before picking up the spoon and shovelling a few pieces of meat into his mouth, washing everything down with some of the thick liquid. You laid back on his bed, feeling the soft blankets against your back and lifting your arms above your head as you played with your fingers absentmindedly.

"I figured. Hard trip?"

Your question prompted Daryl to turn his head and look at you, pausing his ravenous chewing for a moment as he took in the sight; your upper body lying in his bed with your legs hanging off the edge as your feet laid planted on the floor. Your loose shirt showed off your breasts as the material was held against you by gravity, and your thighs were sticking out teasingly from your shorts, riding higher than normal at the angle he saw them from. He choked slightly from the image, dropping the bread back onto the table as he covered his mouth to stop anything from flying out.

Noises of him struggling made you shoot out of the comfortable bed - Daryl's bed which smelled vaguely like cigarette smoke and motor oil, but completely like him - and rush over to his side. He waved you away dismissively, stopping you in your tracks a few steps away from him. You sighed slightly in defeat before you caught a whiff of the pulled apart bread and the venison stew mixed together in the air. It caused your stomach to growl and Daryl caught it, his senses always on such high alert when you were around.

"Ya didn't eat yet?"

Shaking your head 'no', you looked at him, silently asking him for some of his food, but also begging him to forget you and feed himself instead.

You had heard that someone brought a huge deer into the pantry last night and you assumed that Daryl must have returned. Your guess was only proven when you saw Aaron and Eric together laughing about something, so you rushed to wherever the deer was being cooked, determined to get a serving for yourself and Daryl. The talk of meat in town spread like wildfire as you raced into line with a few others.

When the line finally got to you, Carol looked at you apologetically as she handed you the last bowl of stew. Instead, you returned her saddened expression with a happy one; although you wouldn't get a bowl, at least Daryl would. After exchanging goodbyes, you beelined to grab a small loaf of freshly baked bread, smiling to yourself as you breathed in the smell of the makeshift bakery-house.

Your stomach growled with want, but you fought off the hunger knowing that Daryl deserved the stew more than you after a few days outside of the walls. Content with your haul, you practically skipped to Daryl's house, so excited to see him again.

"C'mere then."

His gruff voice interrupted your memory as your body seemed to move on its own at his command. Leaning against his workbench, he gestured to the seat he had just occupied seconds ago, bowl and spoon in hand as he urged you to sit down. Straddling the chair, you looked up at him with those damn eyes of yours as you quirked your eyebrow, waiting for him to say something else. Instead, he held out a spoonful of stew for you, carefully balancing a piece of venison on it as his eyes bore into yours, tongue unable to form words as he stared down at you from this new angle.

You smiled happily up at him and leaned forward, wrapping your mouth around his offering and sighing in content as you chewed on the meat and felt the thick liquid trickle down your throat.

Daryl grunted in encouragement at your actions, happy you were getting fed as well. He dipped the spoon back into the stew and took another sip himself, making sure to push away the chunks of meat so he could give them to you. Setting the spoon in the bowl for a second, he picked up the bread and tore into it, chewing before setting it back onto the table and picking the utensil back up, offering you another chunk of meat.

Everytime you leaned forward to wrap your lips around the spoon, he couldn't help but imagine your lips around something else. Images of his fantasies last night crashed against his brain like tsunami waves as he relived the way your lips looked under the moonlight. In desperation to repress those feelings, he animalistically chewed on the chunks of bread he had ripped from the loaf. The silence was almost too much for Daryl, but like always, it seemed you had read his mind, and you spoke, ripping him out of his fantasies for a second.

"You hurt anywhere?"

He thought about lying for a second, saying he fell down a ravine or had a walker smash him into a tree just to have you stay a while longer, but he decided against it - his body would prove otherwise. Before he knew it, his mouth already pushed out an answer for him.

"Wanna check?"

This was a bad play. He knew it was. Daryl was already so turned on by the action of you innocently wrapping your lips around a stupid fucking spoon, what made him think he could stand to feel your hands run across the expanses of his skin?

You nodded, eyes turning professional as you stood up, shorts pulled high on your thighs from sitting. You gripped them and pulled the legs down a little, trying self-consciously to cover more of your exposed skin. Mumbling angrily about a fight or something, and how some prick had cut apart one leg of your shorts when you narrowly dodged their stab at your thigh. It resulted in you having to borrow a pair from some woman you had never seen before, and they didn't quite fit right.

Daryl's blood boiled at the thought of someone laying a hand on you. He squeezed the spoon in anger, nearly bending it as he promised to himself that he would hunt down whoever did that to you and beat them to a pulp. Laying a hand on his girl? He scoffed at himself internally; you weren't even actually his girl but he wanted, so desperately, for you to be.

You stood up and gestured for him to sit on the chair. He gulped down the rest of the stew and swallowed the remaining chunk of bread before setting the bowl down on the table and situating himself on it. Daryl was eye-level with your breasts as you placed yourself in between his spread legs, and he blushed at the memory of how they looked under thin fabric. The feelings only intensified when you bent down a little and turned his neck to the side, the motion of your arms causing the large shirt neck to begin to fall off one shoulder, exposing the teasing strap of that tank top - reminding him that you were wearing it and only it under your shirt. He gulped cautiously, taking in the memories that flooded through and willing himself to calm his train of thought.

Daryl grunted at the warmth of your hands on his sides, keeping your eyes trained professionally on his torso as you checked for any bruising or cuts that may need stitches. He could feel his crotch pulse harshly against his boxers, and he prayed you couldn't see it as you concentrated on his ribs. You saw one particularly nasty bluish bruise and pressed on it slightly, expecting to hear some grunt in pain, but you heard nothing from him - not even an intake of breath.

"Does it hurt?"

For the first time since you had begun your check-up, you looked up at him, still bent forward between his legs as your innocent eyes met his, which were beginning to cloud over in lust. Daryl's eyes darted away from yours for a moment, as if you could hear his dirty thoughts, but he brought them back to you. You saw his pupils blown, leaving thin rings of icy blue as he stared at you, not knowing it was due to the scenario he had just imagined in his head. He shifted uncomfortably when you stared at him for a moment and he swallowed harshly, opening his mouth and breaking the suffocating silence.

"It don't matter, I've had worse."

This was always the case with him, always dismissing his pain.

"Doesn't mean it still can't hurt, Daryl."

You placed an encouraging hand on his thigh and squeezed, his eyes widening slightly. Darting his gaze down to your hand and back up to meet your eyes, he licked his lips and caught the bottom between his teeth, trying to repress the feelings that stirred in him due to your hand being so close to where he needed it most. Noticing his strange behaviour, you looked down at where your hand was before removing it, seeing the rather large strain in his jeans. You took a sharp inhale of breath in panic and shot upright, taking a few steps back while your eyes darted around the ceiling, your dominant hand coming to rub at the back of your neck. He had never had that when you were doing this before, and your brain short-circuited.

Was that because of you? Could he possibly feel the same way?

Daryl jumped up from the chair, knocking it over as his brain processed what had just happened. He was about to beg you to let him explain, his brain already concocting some sort of unconvincing lie he could tell you before you inevitably didn't speak to him again and probably settled for ignoring him the rest of his life, but before he could do that, you opened your mouth in a rush of stuttered words.

"I-I think I should go. It's real nice that you're uh, back and I uh, hope you have a great day! S-see you soon though, yeah? And I hope that uh, bruise heals well! Anyways, yeah, I think I'm on watch duty today and duty calls!"

Laughing in order to hide your nerves, you sprinted out of his room and up the stairs, swiftly unlocking the deadbolt with your shaking hands and left his house, face still blushing and fingertips still tingling from his close proximity as your feet hit the concrete of the road.

Daryl stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape in preparation to talk before you had scurried away. He raced after you, bolting out of the door and down the street a few feet before yelling your name in desperation.

You weren't sure how far you ran, lost in your racing thoughts until you crashed into a solid chest. Catching a glimpse of his holstered revolver, you didn't jump when Rick yelped a little in surprise. He looked at you with a curious stare before you both heard Daryl's voice boom through the suburban neighborhood. Aptly noticing his state of shirtlessness, shoelessness, the obvious strain in his pants and your blushing state of mental disarray, the ex-sheriff haphazardly put two and two together. Something happened between the two of you and that fucker had the audacity to laugh, so gleeful at the thought that two of his oblivious friends had finally made a move on each other.

Oh, how clueless he really was.

When Daryl noticed you in the midst of what he thought was a conversation with Rick, he huffed a little in jealousy before running back into his house. After he slammed his door closed, he paced around his living room in anger at himself. Why did he let you leave? Why didn't he grab your arm and just fucking confess to you? Who was he to yell your name like that in the middle of the neighbourhood? He embarrassed both of you, and he hated himself for it.

After brushing his teeth, getting dressed and spending what felt like an hour trying to work up the courage to talk to you, he decided he needed a distraction. He thought about asking Aaron to leave again, but he knew Aaron had somewhere to be - that somewhere being Eric's side. Truth be told, Daryl envied Aaron's teeth-rottingly sweet relationship; they both seemed so happy just being together and he wanted that. He wanted that with you so fucking bad. He wanted to have the right to lean down and capture your lips in a kiss whenever he wanted, the right to hold your soft hand and gaze into your eyes with unguarded affection, the right to lay you down and love you down so right at the end of a rough day. But after today? After what had just happened? It seemed impossible.

Leaving his house was a mental ordeal all on its own. What if he saw you; was he just supposed to pretend like nothing happened? That his body wasn't on fire at the slightest thought of you and his hands didn't itch to travel the expanses of your skin and run through your hair? Daryl slammed his booted feet in frustration on the concrete below him as he strode to Rick's house, bowl forgotten in his basement and chair still lying on the ground.

A few Alexandrians looked at him with curiosity, no doubt because of his desperate outburst they had witnessed moments ago. Daryl shook off the stares, pointedly glaring back as if daring them to continue looking at him like he was some sort of circus act. He couldn't be in these walls another minute longer, but he needed to talk to you. Moreover, he wanted to talk to you. His mind screamed at him to confess everything he had felt since the prison and bare his soul to you in a vulnerability he had never enacted before.

When he was close enough to Rick's door, he saw that he was actually standing there, as if waiting for him. Wearing a blue button down tucked into his jeans, he regarded his friend with an ecstatic smile, waving enthusiastically and gesturing for him to come inside. Carl and Judith were gone, but Carol sat inside, like the two friends had both planned for Daryl to come running.

"Did ya finally do it? Confess? Did she say no? Is that why you called out for her?"

A million questions bombarded Daryl and suddenly he regretted coming to see his friend. According to both Rick, Carol and on occasion Maggie, the feelings he had for you were 'so obvious to anyone who had eyes' and he should just confess already because 'you felt the same way but you'd be too nervous to confess so he should just man up and do it'. Each time, he scoffed the remarks aside, not believing in a million years the feelings were actually mutual.

Everything from this morning and last night built a pressure on his chest and he just wanted to get rid of it. Before he knew it, Daryl was lying on the couch, spilling out all that happened like he was at the therapist's.

"I had a problem, scared her off. Now I don't know what to do. All this trouble 'cause I saw her the other night sleepin', lookin' so damn gorgeous under the moonlight, hair down and wearin' the skimpiest fuckin' tank top I've ever seen her in. Made my hands itch. Made me lose my damn mind. Couldn't do nothin' but think about her the entire night."

He let out the tiniest groan as his brain pulled out the image of you, and thought about the intense pleasure it had brought him. Rick and Carol looked at each other, both amused at Daryl's strife and silently laughing to each other. His words rushed out of him like a waterfall, feeling freedom in finally gushing about his feelings for you.

"She brought me deer an' I thought I would be fine around her, but then she was wearin' that damn tank top under her shirt and I couldn't get them thoughts out of my head. Was all I thought about the whole time she was there. We were eatin', and everytime she wrapped her lips around that spoon, I was seein' something I shouldn't have been seein'. Then she asked to check-up on me and I let her. I shouldn't have let her, I knew damn well I couldn't control myself."

Running his hands through his hair and rubbing his eyes, he sighed in regret, reliving the humiliating moment which probably ended any hope at a relationship he ever had with you. Rick and Carol hung onto every word, amused smirks disappearing as they saw their good friend in legitimate distraught over the situation. Stuttering slightly, Daryl continued.

"I-I got, uh, excited. She saw, an’ ran off like I burned her or somethin'. What the hell am I supposed to do now? Can't just go up to her and confess now, she don’t like me no more."

"Who says you can't?"

Carol's curious voice broke Daryl from his self-pity. He scoffed dismissively, why the hell would you want anything to do with him after what happened?

"Carol's right. You've gotta stop this stupid longing thing you've got goin' on. Just go on up to her and tell her how you feel."

He looked at Rick as if they'd been over this a million times before. They had, obviously. Ever since the prison Rick had been encouraging the bowman to shoot his shot at you, so sure it would only end in success. Rick continued his encouragement as Carol stood next to him, nodding assuredly in agreement.

"Have ya seen the way she looks at you? Hell, it’s obvious to anyone who has eyes that that girl loves ya, Daryl, and you love her too, don't you?"

Daryl grunted in agreement. Of course he loved you; he couldn't remember a time in this new world when he didn't, but did you love him too? He scoffed at the idea. A trashy redneck like him didn't deserve you, and you were blind if you couldn't see that.

"I ain't ever gonna be good enough for her."

There was an overt anguish in his voice that told them he really believed it. Carol was quick to try and combat his belief, repeating the words she had grown accustomed to telling the insecure man in front of her. Each syllable dripped with sincerity, showing him she believed her words even more than he believed his own.

"You're every bit a good man, Daryl."

All he did was nod, feeling a sudden rush of confidence that was quickly replaced by a sudden embarrassment at his stupid outburst of vulnerability. Daryl desperately raked his mind trying to change the subject, but it raced back home to you like it always had. He groaned as he thought about you, but his eyebrows furrowed as his mind travelled to your shorts. His body stiffened in anger as he remembered the fight you had told him about.

"Her shorts. What happened to 'em?"

His friends looked at each other and back at him with confusion. Daryl stared back at them, eyes hardened with purpose as he waited for an answer. Rick pondered for a moment, trying to figure out what his curiosity about your run yesterday was for. When he couldn't draw a conclusion, he answered.

"She went on a pharmacy run yesterday with Baz. He was pretty shaken up and said they ran into a herd and took a few hits before they got split up. He said she must've fallen down into a ditch and I'm guessing she tore her old shorts on some of the bushes down at the bottom before he found her. Why?"

Daryl seethed. That fucking liar.

"Jus' curious is all."

He muttered a sheepish 'thanks' and 'sorry' to his friends before leaving, lips pursed in anger as he thought about what actually happened during your run with that dipshit. You've always had tells when you lied and he didn't pick up on any of them; hell, he wouldn't have missed them with how tightly he was strung around you. That fight you told him about was real, and that asshole had the audacity to lie about it.

Who the fuck calls themselves Baz, anyways? It sounded lamer than when he actually used Sebastian. Daryl knew nothing good could come out of that preppy douchebag. He had met people before the apocalypse like Baz: always getting what they wanted without having to work for it - thinking they deserved that shit. In this new world? There was an overabundance, the harsh world perhaps creating more of them.

Daryl had caught that pig eyeing you up almost every chance he got, talking to any man who would listen about how you were probably a freak in bed who compensated by keeping a 'modest and innocent image' and 'wearing clothes from the 1950s'. Baz had even tried to talk to Rick about somehow getting watch duty with you. From that point on, Daryl signed up for whatever shift you had, reorganizing his whole schedule around if he had to, just to make sure that asshole had no opportunity to put his moves on you. That preppy brat even had the audacity to ask Daryl if he had screwed you yet, which earned him a shove to the ground while Daryl furiously yelled at him to leave you the hell alone. His blood boiled every time he saw that asshole, and had to fight the urge to put his fist to that Oxford looking face every damn time.

When Daryl and you had watch duty together once, you had shared with him that you told Baz off the first time he tried it on with you at Deanna's welcoming party, but that prick wouldn't take a fucking hint and decided you were just playing hard to get. Who were you not to want him, all Ivy League and old money? Daryl had, of course, told you to stay away from him, knowing that Baz douchebag was nothing but trouble, and you listened, not wanting to be close to him to begin with. But when Rick needed two people to go on an emergency pharmacy run yesterday, you had been the first to volunteer, eager to help out the community. Baz followed suit, on the other hand going only because you were.

He had tried it on with you again after carelessly pushing whatever medicine he could find into his bag, undoubtedly making a ton of noise and attracting a herd of walkers which swarmed the entrance you both had come through. Holding back your tirade, you two narrowly escaped through the backdoor and started trekking back to Alexandria on foot. Baz had talked your ear off, bragging to you about Cornell or some other school you really couldn't care less about, before pulling you against him in the woods and taking advantage of your shocked state to palm your body and stick his tongue down your throat.

Having learned a thing or two from Daryl, you quickly overtook him, pulling away to round a punch square on his jaw and kneeing him in the crotch, offering him nothing but a disgusted glare. This angered Baz and he lunged at you, tackling you down onto the rough dirt as he pulled out his hunting knife and it caught your shorts, nearly stabbing your thigh at the action. The old and worn fabric had torn away at the slightest pressure and threw him off balance for a second, giving you the perfect opportunity to scramble onto your feet and train the pistol Daryl had given you on his bloodied face. The two of you walked back to Alexandria like that, but you pulled the gun away just before the watchers could see. When Baz had lied through his teeth about the encounter, you were too tired to even care and agreed. You ran home last night and locked your door just in case, settling down for a long shower before falling asleep.

There was a sinking feeling in his chest when Daryl thought about what could have happened between the two of you that resulted in your torn shorts. With a man like that, there was only one thing that could have happened. He grew hot with anger when he saw Baz's stupid fucking face, smirking as he flirted shamelessly with an obviously uncomfortable married lady. Daryl had called out his name in warning before pivoting his body and lunging, tackling him into the concrete of the street and landing punch after punch, letting loose all his anger and frustration out on the man underneath him. He heard the woman yelp but all he could think about was this sorry excuse of a man laying an unwanted hand on you. Hurting you. He growled out your name before launching into his own angry tirade.

"What did ya do to her, huh? Ya ripped her damn shorts apart didn't ya? Wanted to get at her? What kind of a man are ya? She ain't yours! She ain't ever gonna be yours! She's mine and I told ya leave her the fuck alone! Can't ya understand nothin'?"

Baz sputtered underneath him when Daryl ceased his unrelenting punches, holding him down with a firm hand on his chest and one gathered in his collar. He turned his head and gathered the blood welling up in his mouth before spitting it out and weakly responding.

"I'm sorry, man! I didn't know she was seeing someone!"

His roundabout confession only served to spur Daryl on more. Gripping him by the collar, Daryl pulled him up onto his feet, uncaring of all the bystanders that had gathered. Some of the women even smiled at the scene in front of them, happy that douchebag finally got what was coming. He shot red with anger; Baz thought you needed a man in order to be afforded some common fucking decency? Daryl sneered, cold and uncaring.

"That ain't no damn excuse."

After throwing that sorry prick carelessly onto the ground and spitting next to him, he turned from the crowd and started back to his house, satisfied at the beating he had longed to give that asshole. The skin of his knuckles were torn and bled from where it made contact with Baz's face and his stupid fucking stubble, but Daryl couldn't feel it as the adrenaline pumped through him. He made it a good few feet before he heard a familiar rhythm of steps and a familiar hand on his shoulder. His huffing breath stopped for a second when he registered who it was.

"Daryl?"

When he turned around he saw your face, pink with sweat from running down the ladder and to the back of town. He hadn't noticed you in the crowd when he looked the first time, and he sighed a little in relief when he realized there was a chance you didn't hear what he said. Daryl stood there, still regaining his breath as you tenderly checked his face for any bruising, falling back into a routine like nothing had happened.

He was uncomfortably aware of all the people staring at him, but you didn't seem to care. In fact, you didn't even seem to notice. You stared at him like he was the only thing in the world. And to you? He was. After you made sure that sorry prick didn't lay a hand on him, you turned around to flip Baz off before hugging the man in front of you, making sure that asshole had front row tickets to the show. So overwhelmed with emotion that he was safe, you chuckled a little at yourself when you remembered who you were dealing with; he had never lost a fight. Not since you knew him at least.

Daryl sunk into you, forehead tucked into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped longingly around your waist and breathing in your scent, loving the way your body felt against his. He held onto you as if you would just crumble away. When you pulled your body from his, he begrudgingly let you go and an affectionate smile broke out on your face despite all that had occurred - both moments ago and hours ago - before you spoke.

"You're such an idiot."

You took his hand, careful not to touch any of his broken skin, and silently led away from everyone else and back to his house. When you both got to his basement, he sprinted to reset the fallen chair and sit on it, knowing that you were there to patch him up like you always did. Even though being here made him relive the horrifically embarrassing moments which caused it to fall in the first place, he felt more at ease as you seemed to forget about it.

You looked around his room for the first aid kit you had managed to snag for him on a run and found it lying on the bottom platform of his nightstand. Bending over slightly to grab it, you suddenly realized your unintentional show and looked back at Daryl. He was sitting straight up in the chair directly opposite of you, leaning forward unintentionally as he watched how your tight shorts reacted, staring unabashedly at you. After realizing he got caught, he darted his eyes away, blushing from his neck up to his ears. Part of you wanted to laugh, but your nerves got the better of you and you muttered a small 'sorry'. He looked into your eyes with question; what the hell did you have to be sorry for? It was his problem for not controlling the way his body reacted around you.

After taking off your shoes and placing them carefully next to the entryway, you walked back over to him and sat on the workbench, legs swinging freely as he turned his seat around to face you. He sat in between your dangling legs and he internally grunted a little at the sight, your face merely inches away. You didn't notice as you concentrated on digging around until you smiled in triumph, holding a tube of ointment that Denise had told you about. It worked wonders on broken skin. Holding out your non-dominant palm, he obliged and smiled a bit when he felt his hand in yours.

The ointment stung, but Daryl was so lost in admiring your features that he couldn't feel it. When you finished wrapping his right hand, he gave you his left and you continued, repeating what you had learned until both of his hands were bandaged. You let go of it, missing its warmth in yours when you put the ointment and bandages back into the kit beside you. Hesitantly, you brought your eyes up from the floor to the man in front of you, him already gazing at you so longingly. You both stayed like that for a moment, mirroring each other's feelings as electricity pinged through the air.

Daryl noticed your bangs that had fallen out of your ponytail, and he brought his fingers up to tuck them behind your ear. When you felt his bandaged knuckles lingering on your skin, you closed your eyes, sighing with happiness as you leaned into his touch. He watched you in awe, so in love with you he couldn't stand it anymore. Daryl gathered up all the courage he had and he leaned in, kissing you as softly and as lovingly as he could manage.

You felt his slightly chapped lips press onto yours and you beamed. Daryl pulled back, smiling freely like an idiot to himself after finally giving into his ache and doing what he had wanted to do for so long. When he saw your expression, he felt a newfound confidence surge through him as he finally got confirmation that you reciprocated his feelings. He leaned in and kissed you again, threading his hands through your hair and pulling it out of your ponytail, letting the band fall to the floor when he continued massaging your scalp as your hair came down. He used his grip to slightly push you into him, moving his lips lovingly against yours as he poured everything he had into it; all the emotions he had ever felt for you spilling out, your lips and tongue feeling so damn soft on his. Your hands came around his shoulders and rested on his neck, pushing him against you as you mirrored his desperation.

You pulled back, hands running through your hair as you tried to comb it out for him and lungs screaming for air after you both made out like teenagers. It felt like you two had lived centuries of longing stares and lonely nights before you both finally got what you wanted. Gazing at each other lovingly, Daryl was first to break the silence.

"'m sorry about what happened today."

He ran his hands from your face back through your loose hair, admiring the way it threaded between his fingers. Daryl took your dominant hand and kissed up your arms, his words mumbled as he spoke them into your skin.

"'m sorry for not controllin' myself this mornin', 'm sorry for yelling out your name like that in the middle of the street, 'm sorry for causin' trouble with that prick, 'nd 'm so damn sorry for waitin' so long to confess to ya."

He looked up at you, falling in love with the sight of you gazing in adoration down at him as he bore his soul to you. Still holding your soft hands in his, he continued.

"I didn't think ya felt the same as me. Been feelin' like this since the prison, but I never thought ya wanted me too. Never thought a sweet thing like you would settle for some redneck ‘cause you were always helpin' everyone and bein' so carin' and selfless all the time. When you were in there helpin' them sick people with Hershel, I was so fuckin' worried I might never see ya again and I think that's when I realized. I spent so many nights on that damn perch thinkin' about ya; 'bout takin' care of ya like ya do for me and bein' your man in all the ways a man should be. Then I saw ya last night, sleepin' all pretty like that and I just couldn't get those thoughts out of my head."

You paused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as you tried to understand what was so important about last night. When you realized, your eyes widened in embarrassment. The tank top you wore barely covered anything. You panicked and turned your head away, irrationally self-conscious that he didn't like what he saw despite all he had just said, and he was quick to notice.

"Don't."

Daryl softly gripped your chin and turned it so you looked back at him, his eyes hardened with sincerity.

"Don't. You're perfect and I’ll spend the rest of my life provin’ it to ya if you’ll let me. Nearly made me lose my damn mind when I saw ya like that. Your body was all I fuckin' thought about last night and this mornin' when ya came over. Pitched a little tent because of it, I doubt ya forgot."

Laughing a little at the memory, you ran your hands up through his hair and your thumbs caressed his temples gently, gazing at him with unguarded adoration and love. You leaned back down to capture him in another kiss, this time with a different kind of desperation after hearing him confess what you did to him. You shifted on the workbench, trying to secretly grind down as you remembered the image of his torso and the strain in his jeans. Breaking again from your kiss, you gathered all the courage in your body and tried to tease him like you always had.

"I didn't forget, Daryl. And if I remember correctly, it was actually quite big."

You smiled when he chuckled a bit, not noticing the way his eyes definitely picked up your slight movement. The sound was so rare, but he always drew it out for you. Pure love swelled up in your chest when he looked up into you, mischief in his cerulean eyes. He hummed happily before raising his eyebrows, grunting a playful response.

"Yeah?"

Smiling even wider, you mirrored his sentiment readily, a happy hum of your own filled the air as you enjoyed his presence. A presence you had been desperate to feel like this for so long.

"Yeah."

Daryl stayed there for a moment, biting his tongue as he hesitated. When he decided he'd dealt enough with hesitation when it came to you, he scooted his chair back and spread his legs wider before speaking, a smirk shyly playing its way onto his lips as he echoed one of his statements from earlier.

"C'mere then."

You stared at him from your spot on his workbench, curiosity in your eyes as they met his playful ones. When he saw the innocence in them, he darted his tongue out to wet his lips in desire before patting his lap suggestively with his right hand. You blushed when it finally clicked, but your body moved on its own at his words like it had done in the morning. Hopping off the workbench, you took the few steps towards him and saw his hands fidgeting at his thighs as his leg bounced impatiently for you, fingers already eager at the thought of touching you again. When you wrapped your hands around his neck, you looked into his eyes and spread yourself onto him, straddling Daryl's lap before adjusting a little to get comfortable and leaning down to kiss him.

He groaned into your lips at the feeling of you on his thighs, and in desperation he wrapped his muscular arms around you, pulling you closer to him so your core laid over his. You felt him throb against you and he happily swallowed the noise you made. Daryl had never been so forward, but the feeling of you on top of him, hair tickling his neck like it did in his fantasy, set alight the flame of his desire.

The thought of finally loving you this way drove him crazy.

He ground up into you like he imagined doing last night and eagerly took in the pleasured sounds you made. Daryl's hands traveled under your shirt, growling at the unfamiliar feeling of the tank top that laid under his hand before setting them down firmly around your waist, so turned on he thought he would short-circuit. When you pushed yourself down on his jeans, he panted, sucking hot kisses onto the sweet skin beneath your ear. Pushing your forehead to his, you caught your breath before speaking, your pleading voice coming out barely above a whisper

"Daryl,"

He looked lovingly into your eyes before leaning his mouth back onto your neck, unable to restrain himself when you looked so fucking gorgeous on top of him like this. A surge of blood caused his core to twitch again when he heard you panting wantonly in pleasure and he took in the sight of his hickeys, already starting to form from his attention. There was some animalistic part of him that got off on marking you as his, and it only spurred him on that you enjoyed it, hearing your noises just centimeters from his ear.

"Daryl, please."

Rocking your hips back and forth in his lap, you gripped his hair slightly to turn his attention away from your neck and gazed down at him, pleading for him to take you to bed and lay you down right. A dangerous smile waltzed onto his face as he practically had to restrain himself from pushing you onto the bed and slamming home into you. Your name came out in a rasp as he swallowed down his pleasure, running his hands down the small of your back while he rubbed circles against the clothed sliver of skin he remembered seeing. His eyes and voice were desperate, in heat with desire to treat you right.

“Shit, girl, ya beggin’ me to take ya? With that pretty little mouth of yours?”

Daryl nearly whimpered when you let out a breathy ‘yes’ and he stood up, holding your chest firmly against his as you clung onto him like a koala. You yelped in surprise at his fervor, and laughed into his shoulders when he walked you both to his bed, almost immediately latching his lips onto yours when he laid you down. Daryl backed up a few steps, admiring your form on his mattress, surrounded with his sheets like he had dreamed about so many times. When you propped yourself up by your elbows and looked at him, pleading with a beckoning look, he couldn’t help the heated groan that escaped his lips.

In seconds he was on the bed, boots off and hovering in between your legs, eagerly rocking down into you for relief against the layers of fabric which separated you from him. Fueled on by your wanton whimpers, he feverishly kissed anywhere he could lay his lips on as your shaking hands travelled under his shirt to trace the wide expanses of his torso. Your voice came out in trembles when he brought his head back up off your body and looked down at your face, noticing your closed eyes as you took in all the pleasure he offered you.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.”

There you were, even more radiant than he could have fantasized. Daryl smiled in happiness when you stripped him of his shirt and you groaned at his expanse of muscle, so openly rugged and vulnerable for you. He gripped your t-shirt, eager to do the same to your offending fabric, biting his lip and staring up into your eyes as his hands tried in vain to pull it off your body. He couldn’t hold back his tongue as he watched you writhe under him as he ran his hands over your stomach.

“Fuck, me too. So damn long.”

By this point, his lust was clouding his mind as his hands shook, growling in frustration and nearly ripping the fabric when he couldn’t untie the knot that Rosita had taught you. He craved you like nothing else - he couldn’t think of anything but you. Daryl’s voice came in between a slew of curse words, dripping desperation as he pleaded.

“Get this fuckin’ thing off. I need ya.”

You nodded in agreement, slipping out from under his body and sitting up against the headboard on bed, untying the familiar knot and pulling the unwelcomed garment over your head before throwing it to join his shirt somewhere. Daryl’s stomach flipped in lust at the sight of that tank top on your body, no longer hidden away from him under the teasing opening of a neckline or under the voyeuristic moonlight.

He gazed unabashedly at you, head lifting up from his position leant over as if your body was still under his, and openly admired the swell of your chest as his hand travelled down to palm himself. You shifted a little self-consciously under his gaze, thighs rubbing together at his actions, and arms coming up to cover your chest a little as slight embarrassment washed through you. You could practically feel his eyes trailing over your body. Daryl crawled over to you, bringing himself to his knees so he looked down at you on his bed and grabbed your wrists, pulling your arms from your chest and locking his fingers around them.

“There ain’t no need to be embarrassed. Can’t ya see what you’re doin’ to me?”

He brought your hand down his body and groaned in delight at the pressure of your hand where he needed it most. When he dropped his grip, he felt pure ecstasy course through his veins as you continued to palm him through his jeans, letting out guttural noises from behind his throat as he tried to memorize this feeling. You bit your lip and looked up into his eyes, searching for his affirmation and Daryl stared back down at you, nodding and stuttering praises. Bringing his forearms to either side of you, he boxed you in before leaning down and capturing your lips in a heated kiss, groaning in between pecks at the rolling waves of pleasure. With his left hand affectionately threaded in your hair, his right hand travelled down your body, grasping at your chest before settling on your thigh which he gripped harshly, enjoying the sound it drew from you. When he grew bolder, he slipped his fingers through the legs of your shorts and grabbed the side of your thighs, pulling your body into him and lying you back down onto your back, disconnecting your palm from his core.

You looked up at Daryl as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pure want rushing through your veins and he swore he saw stars in your eyes. He smiled down at you, admiring your beauty underneath him as you leaned in and captured his lips again. Your back arched up into his body and he groaned at the feeling of your chest on his. The laboured breathing he heard from under him caused him to smirk against your lips, an idea forming in his head.

Securely wrapping his arms around you once more, he disconnected your lips and flipped you both over, lying comfortably on his back as he looked up at you. When you yelped a little in surprise, he gripped your hips and ground up into you, groaning at the sight of you leaning towards him, two hands on his bare chest which steadied you and lip hooked between your teeth as you held back a pleasured gasp. Your hands rushed to his belt buckle and fumbled slightly, but you managed to unbuckle it and he lifted his hips up off the bed in an effort to pull the leather up from under him. The action caused his core to rub against yours and you moaned, tightening your legs around his as your fingers scratched at his side accidentally, trying to hold on to something. Once his belt was off, his hands came to your thighs, gripping them in an effort to pull out the sounds you had made previously.

You writhed and moaned wantonly in his lap, chasing your own relief as he quickly learned his way around your body, which was alight with desire for him. Daryl’s calloused hands ran under your tank top and travelled the soft skin of your stomach before coming down and gripping desperately at the buttons of your shorts, undoing them with more ease than he had done with your shirt. When they were open he dropped his hands under the material and dipped under the elastic of your underwear, gauging your reaction as his fingers danced their way to the swell of flesh and gathered handfuls, gripping for his own pleasure.

He looked up at you when you let out one of the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. Daryl saw your eyes hooded over with anticipation, hair falling over your face and mouth slightly agape which he admired in awe - what did he ever do to deserve you? You were so damn beautiful. Nothing in his fantasies could have ever compared to the real thing. He sat up, crossing his legs into a sitting position as his arms kept you straddling flush against his body, realigning you with his core but not letting any ounce of your warmth escape him. His tongue slipped his mind as his words came rushed, looking in your eyes with equal amounts lust and adoration, voice breathy as his body reacted to your writhing.

“Fuck, you’re even more gorgeous than I thought. Let me treat ya right… I’ll treat ya so damn right if ya let me.”

Your response was equally as breathy, voice trembling with indecent desperation as you pleaded with him to do just that. You moaned at the thought. His neck was craned to the side a bit to watch your face and you sunk your lips down onto the exposed flesh, sucking deep red marks into the tan skin and whispering into his ear.

“I’m yours, Daryl. Please, take me. Please, treat me right. Please.”

Groaning in delight at your pleading and the feeling of your mouth on his neck, he caught your lips again, desperate to taste you as you gave him permission to have you in all the ways he had fantasized. He pulled your thighs from around him in eagerness, and you kneeled in between his spread legs, your hands already on your shorts as you leaned forward to pull your legs out of them. The softness of his bed threw you off balance and you fell into him. Daryl laughed, unguarded as you came crashing down on him, happily catching you against his chest as his hands assisted yours in stripping you of the fabric so hell-bent on separating the two of you, your socks joining it not long after. When you heard his laugh, you reciprocated with your own.

If he could live in this moment forever, with you wrapped up in his arms as you looked at him like he was the only thing in the world, he would.

Smiling at each other with nothing but innocent love for a moment, Daryl trailed his hands down the small of your back and down to the swell of your ass, gripping it with appreciation. His smile widened dangerously when you moaned out his name and he repeated the action, wanting to hear that sound again. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he sat you back on his lap, his hands went to his pants and was beginning to pull them off before he was sorely interrupted by a strong pounding fist at the front door.

Shock shot through your body and you got off him, quickly tucking youself under the sheets and feeling like a teenager with how nervous you got at the thought of someone catching you. Daryl, on the other hand, flushed with anger at the loss of your body on his and captured you in one more desperate, ravenous kiss - not bothering to change his state of undress before getting up off the bed and leaving. He stopped at the doorframe, considering running back to you and letting whoever the fuck was at the door stay there, but everything was a threat nowadays. People needed to be alert. Turning around, he smiled happily at the sight of you under his sheets, hair mussed up from his hands running through them and rolling around on top of his mattress with him. Your eyes looked at his with longing as he fought the urge to join you, looking so inviting in his bed.

Daryl failed and his feet pivoted, rushing back to you and slamming his lips feverishly back into yours, his rough hands locked in your soft ones as he pinned them against the headboard above your head. You smiled into the feeling of his kiss and he thought he could die right then and there. Another impatient knock on the door broke you two out of your harmony and he groaned again in frustration. Taking in a couple of breaths, he swooped down again, just a peck before he let go of your hands and spoke.

“Don’t go runnin’ away from me now.”

It was supposed to be a joke, but insecurity flooded through his body. Daryl didn’t know how you had fallen in love with him too, but he wanted to spend every moment of his life enjoying your presence and whoever the fuck was at the door had ruined his plans of loving you down.

“I’ll be right here when you get back, Daryl. I promise.”

After taking in your words, he raced up the steps and as he thought about you again, so warm against his body and currently under the sheets of his bed, he was beginning to get abundantly aware of how hard he was under his jeans. He palmed himself to calm his frustration, trying not to think about what he could have been doing right now instead of answering the fucking door.

Your body tingled with electricity at how Daryl touched you. It was like all that time you spent stupidly thinking your love was one-sided meant nothing when he held you like he did moments ago. You should have just listened to Maggie and Beth that night in the prison; should have listened to Rick and Carol when they said you should just confess to him after Deanna’s party. Sighing in regret, you chastised yourself when your mind wandered to all the times you were being an idiot in thinking he was just being friendly when he craved more.

You remembered catching his longing glances when he sat on his prison perch, thinking you weren’t looking as he whittled away at his arrows; how he wouldn’t hesitate switching around his schedule with someone else’s when you volunteered to go on a run, adamant that he wouldn’t be able to do anything if he didn’t know you were safe; how he would smile carelessly when you played with Judith, so prepared to protect you and that little girl with his life; or how he would let you run your hands over his back, confessing each scar to you as if you were the night sky, feeling so engrossed in the comfort of your presence.

Even though you didn’t know then, you were so damn happy you did now.

Daryl grabbed the knob and twisted, nearly breaking off the piece of metal at the force he was applying onto it. Thoughts of you clouded his mind like they always did, but after experiencing the feeling of your skin on his, and your hand against his core, it made his patience even shorter. He pulled open the door, one arm leaning against the wood frame as he tried to realign himself with his usual militant stare.

Whoever it was who had the audacity to interrupt better have a damn good reason.

“Took you long enough. We’re gonna be talkin’ about what to do with Baz and since..”

Turning away from the street towards the door impatiently, Rick’s blue eyes met Daryl’s and his sentence trailed off after swiftly taking in his state; lips red and raw, no shirt, no belt, blunt scratches on his sides and deep red hickeys already starting to form on his neck. Daryl growled out his simple two words, already extremely miffed by his impromptu visit and he only grew more annoyed by the sound of that prick’s name.

“I’m busy.”

Resting his hand on his belt, Rick chuckled and smiled, proud at his brother for finally growing enough confidence to confess. After reaching the back of town a few moments after the fight broke out, the ex-sheriff watched as you led Daryl back to his house, him following you like a lovesick puppy - the way he always had. Wanting to tease him a little bit, Rick looked in his eyes and said your name with pure amusement. When Daryl returned his gaze with some amount of shock, Rick smiled knowingly and spoke.

“Any idea where she might be? She wasn’t at watch and when we checked her home, she wasn’t there either.”

At this point, Daryl was blushing like crazy when he got the hint Rick knew you were at his house, pink hues heating him up as they travelled up his chest and to his ears. The frustration, however, was too much to handle as he remembered you in his bed, patiently waiting for his return. He silently groaned in pleasure, shutting his eyes as he relived the image.

“She’s busy too.”

Daryl closed the door, eager to get back to you, but the thought of having to stop again because of someone angered him. He contemplated for a second before twisting the knob and opening it again, seeing his friend a few steps down his porch, an amused swing in his step. The slight creak of the door alerted him and he turned around, looking at Daryl's proud grin and chest which puffed out in newfound confidence.

“Don’t bother me no more. Got somethin’ better to do than talk about some asshole.”

Before he could shut the door again, Rick quickly launched something in Daryl's direction. By instinct, he brought his hands up in front of him to catch it. He didn't know how to react as he stood there frozen, the metallic plastic of a string of condoms resting comfortably in his hands. His eyes widened in embarrassment. Daryl quickly shoved the protection in his jeans and was about to turn and run back to you, but Rick's amused voice cut through the air.

"Nearly forgot. Picked these up from the infirmary after I saw you two runnin' away from everyone else. Prayed to God you would need it. Stay safe."

With a wink, Rick was gone and Daryl was quick to shut out the outside world before nearly sprinting to you, spurred on by the possibilities of what comes next. His hands itched to finally rid you of that damn tank top and turn one of his fantasies into a reality. When he got to his room, he saw you, back against his headboard and legs bent open slightly as you watched your knees swing in front of you, dominant hand rubbing slightly at the hickeys he had left on your neck and the other lying between your thighs. Daryl admired you, so breathtaking as you sat there waiting for him, and felt slightly ashamed at the marks he left, which littered the delicate skin of your neck as proof of his desperation.

“‘m sorry, do they hurt?”

When you heard his voice, you shook your head in response and broke out into the widest smile he had ever seen. He swore his heart skipped a beat at your beauty. You opened your arms, welcoming him into your embrace before he stripped himself of his socks and jeans and kicked them off his body in a hurry. A smile plastered onto his face when he ran into you, playfully tackling and enveloping you in a loving hug and being so damn happy at the feeling of you in his arms. Daryl laughed freely as he peppered kisses into your face and migrated his hands downwards to grip at your tank top, eager to get back to what he was doing.

He pulled it off you and leaned back, bed dipping in accordance to his weight as he kneeled between your legs. Taking in the image of you just like he did when you were first stripped of your t-shirt, admiring your breasts as they heaved in desire for him. Daryl got to work taking a mental picture, determined to tuck it away in his mind so he could pull it out for relief during the long runs without you. You leaned forward and took his hands, trailing them up your stomach and to your chest, wanting to feel any part of him on you. He groaned, so aroused at your hand holding his, taking control of your own pleasure and taking what you needed from him.

Daryl’s fingers played eagerly with your breasts before he laid his lips on them, trying to give you the pleasure he so desperately wanted you to experience. His arms wrapped around your back and pulled you closer to him as your mouth fell open in pants of intense desire. Your noises only spurring him on as he lapped at them, nipping at the aroused flesh and alternating his attention all the while his hands explored every inch of your newly exposed back. When you dug your nails into his shoulders, he looked up at you, piercing into your eyes and telling them that he loved every second of what he was experiencing.

You grew more confident in your actions and your hand dipped into his boxers, grabbing him firmly in your soft fingers and stroking a few times. Daryl let out a strangled moan as pleasure rolled through him in waves. Your hand felt so much better than his in every way and he couldn’t stop the rush of words at your actions.

“Shit, you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.”

You bit your lip as you took in his words, vocalizing your reciprocated desire through a breathy ‘me too’. His strong arms picked you up slightly from the sitting position you were in and laid you back down on his bed, hands travelling up from your spine down to your stomach and stopping dangerously above your underwear. He grabbed the hand that worked on him and looked up at you, searching your eyes for permission. This all felt like a dream to him.

When you nodded back at Daryl in anticipation, he dipped his fingers underneath the fabric and groaned to himself when he felt the arousal. He kept his right hand firmly in your underwear, shaking fingers flicking your nub as he listened intently for what it was doing to you. When you let out a slew of moans and bucked up into his hand, he sunk down on your body, left forearm pinning your hips on the mattress before leaving a trail of sloppy kisses starting from your neck all the way down your body. His lips ghosted over his hand and moved downward, past the place you needed him most. Eagerly, he nipped at the skin of your inner thigh, intoxicated by the noises he pulled from your body as his fingers and mouth both worked on you.

Daryl grew bolder in his actions and dipped his middle finger into you, searching your face for a reaction. Your hands came up from your sides and you gathered handfuls of his sheets as you rode out the pleasure, hips still bucking in vain as they tried to meet his thick finger. Seeing the way your body buckled underneath his, Daryl brought his lips up and kissed harshly, so close to where his fingers were that it drove you crazy.

Adding another, he pushed and pulled his hand until he had you moaning an octave higher, the fabric of your underwear holding his hand in place. You felt like you could nearly rip his sheets with how hard you were gripping at them. In pure desire, your fingers shot from your sides and grasped at your underwear, trying to hook them down your legs as he held your body against the mattress. His hands latched themselves onto the garment and he pulled harshly, fabric digging into your skin for a moment before it was frantically led off your body and to the floor. Daryl knelt in between your legs and leaned forward, making your foreheads connect before he nipped at your bottom lip, swallowing your whimpers and shoving his thigh roughly between yours, flexing and grinding into you in desperation. His hand followed soon after as it swirled around, collecting your wetness on his finger before disconnecting from your lips and bringing it to his mouth sucking and groaning in pleasure at the taste.

He brought his hand back down between your thighs and scooted you backwards so you were sitting against the headboard once again. Your legs were closed at your knees from the feelings his fingers brought you and you watched him dip his head and kiss down your body. His hair caused goosebumps as he clutched at the inside of your thighs and his blunt nails dug crescent moon shapes into the soft skin when he nudged them. Daryl’s voice came out raspy, thick with desire and his hands palmed at the flesh beneath it.

“Ya taste even better than I thought. C'mon, be a good girl for me 'nd open up and I'll make ya feel so fuckin’ good."

Your legs fell open in an instant and he dragged his hand up from your thighs into you, groaning at the way your warmth felt around his thick middle and ring fingers. After a few thrusts, he pulled them out and spread the juices he'd gathered against your nub, taking in the image of your chest heaving up and down as you whimpered in pleasure. Daryl was desperate for your taste again and his mouth came crashing down to replace his fingers, sucking and lapping as his thumbs held you open for him, allowing him to take in everything he could.

His fingers dug into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as his hand splayed across them, and he groaned when you grinded up into his face. The vibrations sent shivers through your body and your back arched off the headboard. His hands shot up and held you flat against the wood, cockily smirking into you as he revelled in the knowledge that he was bringing you this pleasure.

Your thighs clenched his head and your hands shot down into his hair, lovingly caressing and threading through the strands. His long hair tickled your thigh and sent goosebumps roaring across your skin. The warmth and slight shake of your thighs combined with the feeling of your hands in his hair brought Daryl's mind into overdrive as he began to become wild with the desire to see you fall apart for him.

His tongue dipped into you and he groaned again, both at the feeling of you around his tongue and so that he could hear those sweet noises again. When he did, his thick fingers shot up and traced circles on your nub while you moaned, your grip allowing you to freely grind into his mouth as you started to lose control of your body through the pure pleasure. Feeling the heat begin to build up, you tugged a little at his hair to alert him and whimpered when he detached and sucked harshly on your inner thigh.

"Daryl, keep going, please. Please, I'm so close."

Your wanton moans and breathy pleading fueled on his desire. His fingers circle with more fervor, determination flowing through his actions as he worked you to your climax. Daryl's hot breath tickled against your inner thigh as he nipped lightly, his voice coming out cooing and encouraging, dripping with desperation.

"Do it. Let go for me. I want to see it."

His thick fingers entered you again, pushing, pulling and curling as his tongue lapped and flicked. He trained his eyes on your face and listened to you, sounding so damn good in front of him when you started to come apart. Daryl felt your trembling thighs at the sides of his head and he revelled in their warmth as he felt your walls tightening around him, so close to finally letting go.

Your high came in waves and they flooded your body in warmth and electricity. As you rutted and spasmed against him, you loudly whined and Daryl happily let you take your pleasure from his mouth and fingers. He watched you come apart for him and he groaned as he tried to memorize your body, drunk in the shockwaves of your orgasm, moaning and whimpering his name with your sweet voice like you did so many times in his fantasies.

His hands moved up your body and palmed at your breasts while his mouth engulfed your warmth, savoring and swallowing all you had to offer while groaning happily to himself. Your thighs shook more as your body was still sensitive from the intense climax you had just experienced, but Daryl smiled eagerly into you and held you against his mouth by the small of your back. The obscene sounds of his slurping and your overstimulated pants reverberated around the room and he just wanted to live in this moment forever; no danger, no fighting, no damn walkers - just you and him tangled up in the pleasure of one another. He was so proud he had just brought you to your high and was already fully prepared to bring you another one.

When he lapped up all he could, he brought his face up off you and swiped his finger across you one more time, just in case he had missed anything, and stuck it in his mouth as you whimpered from the loss of him. Your hands came out of his hair and caressed his face lovingly as he moved up your body, placing one of his legs in between yours and rolling his tongue around in his mouth in order to hold onto the taste. His mouth ghosted over your ear and he ground into your thigh, whispering praises as he nipped down to your collarbone and sucked over the marks he had left before, secretly getting off on the thought of deepening their shade.

“Shit, ya looked so damn good comin’ apart for me like that. Think ya got another one in that pretty little body of yours? ‘Cause I ain’t done enjoyin’ ya yet.”

Daryl laughed lightly to himself when he felt your hair move against his forehead in a frantic nod. You dipped your hand back into his boxers and stroked him, swiping your thumb over his tip and pushing his shoulders so you were on top of him, his thighs under yours. His groans were never more than a few centimeters away from your ears as he gave himself over to the pleasure for a moment. When you started moving your lips down his neck and to his chest, his hand shot out and stopped you, gripping the back of your neck and accidentally tugging at your hair slightly. Daryl quickly cursed out an apology before his eyes met yours and he shook his head telling you ‘no’. Panic shot through you and you pulled your hand back like you were burnt. A tidal wave of embarrassment crashed through you when you pushed yourself off him and sat next to him, immediately opening your mouth in a string of apologies.

“I’m sorry Daryl, I-I don’t know what I was doing. I didn’t know you didn’t want-”

He brought his hand up to your face to stop you from apologizing, thumb tracing over your bottom lip for a moment as he got lost in the feeling of them. His voice came out barely above a whisper, husky and dripping with desire.

“Nah, it’s not like that. Sure as hell ain’t nothin’ like that. I want ya to so fuckin’ bad, but I won’t be able to treat ya right if ya keep touchin’ me like that.”

Daryl’s words were being pushed out of him as if he was fighting within himself to keep restrained; he hated that you could even think there was a possibility he didn’t want you, but he was strung so taut, already so close from your mere touch. When he realized you were still looking at him slightly ashamed, he pulled your chin to him and locked his lips over yours in a heated kiss, hoping it would portray the wholly consuming desperation he felt for you - how he wanted you in every single way possible. Your hands carded themselves through his hair again and he smiled when he felt you smile against him.

His lips left yours and he heard you whimper slightly in sadness, his chest puffing up in pride at the way you wanted him too. When he got off the bed and walked towards his discarded jeans, he heard your warm voice, slightly timid but full of curiosity.

“Where are you going? Did I- did I do something wrong?”

Daryl shook his head and held up the condoms Rick had given to him as he smirked slightly, allowing himself to explore all the possibilities he could experience with you. When you saw the metallic plastic you blushed, chastising yourself for not thinking about that aspect sooner before he ripped one off the string and tossed it next to you. His fingers hooked onto his boxers and pulled them off his hips, letting them drop to the ground and allowing you to roam his fully naked form like he had done to you as he slowly stalked his way over, eyes dangerously clouded with lust. You flitted your eyes to his face and they trailed down his body, taking in the broad expanses of his shoulders, his muscular arms, his defined torso and down to his cock. Your thighs clenching involuntarily as you visually took him in.

He sunk to his knees in front of you on the mattress and urged your back onto it, so desperate to treat you right like he had promised. Daryl’s hand reached for the condom laying next to you, but yours made it there first and you tore the packet open, throwing the wrapper somewhere on the floor as your hand travelled downwards to roll it onto him. He groaned again and closed his eyes at the feeling of your soft hand engulfing him, pushing the latex slowly down him as he lowered himself onto his forearms, boxing you in underneath him. He balled his fist on either side of your face at your teasing and bit his lip, catching a soft curse before he let it out. Your fingers caressed the side of his face and he opened his eyes down to look at yours, admiring your features. His cock laid hard on your inner thigh and he grinded slightly into your soft skin, seeking release before his voice coming out as a growl, deep and guttural.

“Are ya sure ya want this?”

Your response came out ragged as you begged for him.

“Yes, please, Daryl. I think we’ve both waited long enough.”

Eagerly, he nodded in agreement and his right hand guided himself closer and closer to where you needed him most. Daryl’s face lowered next to your ear and you gripped at his left arm and dug your nails into the taut muscle, nearly whimpering in anticipation. You felt his tip swirl around, gathering all the wetness that formed and you heard him panting, fist clenched harshly next to you as his blunt nails dug into his palm, trying to hold himself back from slamming into you. Slowly, he inched his cock into you, nipping hickeys onto your neck to distract you from the burn of him stretching you out. He brought his arm back up and to the side of your face, now completely on top of you and groaning into your skin. The vibrations sent goosebumps throughout your body.

“You feel so fuckin’ good. So fuckin’ tight. Does it hurt bad?”

Still clawing at his shoulder, you nodded against his pillow when you stuttered a playful response between needy breaths.

“Just- just a little. It’s just- I never- you’re- you’re big like I thought.”

You chuckled quietly at your attempt at a joke and expected him to laugh a bit too, or at least let out one of those short breaths out of his nose he’s so fond of, but when you heard nothing you carded your fingers through his hair and turned your head to look at him. Daryl’s eyes were shut and his hips were locked, eyebrows furrowing as he concentrated on not losing his control. When you realized he was holding back because he was scared of hurting you, you ground your hips up into his and took in more of him, begging him with your sweet voice to keep going. His eyes snapped open and he let out a guttural groan at the combination before he spoke, bringing his right hand down to swirl around your nub in an attempt to help you with his size as he began to inch back into you again at your encouragement.

“Shit, girl, don’t start nothin’ ya can’t finish.”

“I can take it Daryl, I’ll do it for you. I’m a big girl, remember?”

He smiled when you reminded him of all the times you had to reassure him of your self-sufficiency during runs with those very words. They still didn’t stop him from worrying about you, though, but he did love hearing your voice say them.

Daryl sunk in deeper and revelled in the noises you made when he fully buried himself in you, trying to memorize the feeling of your warmth fluttering around him in an attempt to get used to him; he couldn’t imagine a pleasure like this and he had tried so many damn times to. You groaned at how full you felt when you were around him and you gripped his long hair in appreciation, unintentionally pulling a little. When he felt the slight sting of his hair being pulled, he brought his right arm back up to the side of your head and trained his eyes on your features. He happily took in the sight of your closed eyes, face contorted in pleasure as he slowly began to rock in and out of you. Daryl's breathy grunts and pants felt hot against your skin and your moans and whimpers felt the same against his.

When the slight burn began to subside, you began to rock back, matching his slow rhythm with your own as you chased your climax again. You felt so damn good around him and he couldn’t help himself for a moment. He snapped his hips desperately forward and bottomed out before slowly pulling back, slightly ashamed at his loss of control. His embarrassment was washed away when you writhed underneath him, scratching his back in surprise and letting out one of the sweetest moans he had ever heard from his actions. Daryl lifted his upper body slightly off yours and moved his right arm up in order to turn your chin to face him, causing your eyes to open as they met his blues, which were equal parts shocked and aroused. His voice came out in shudders as he snapped forward a few more times, his apprehensions drowning in those same sweet sounds.

“Oh, fuck, ya like takin' me like that don’t ya? It doesn’t hurt no more?”

Your response came out in shaky breaths as you frantically nod your head in pure pleasure at his first question.

“It doesn’t hurt as bad as it did before. You just feel so good in me, Daryl, please keep going.”

His brain completely fried at your begging and he brought his arms down from the sides of your head to your thighs, urging you to wrap your legs around him and lock your hips to his as you moaned under him. The concept of time eroded away from Daryl as he focused on bringing the both of you pleasure; so distracted by the softness of your skin around his waist, the feeling of your blunt nails digging into his back, those sweet goddamn noises you were making and the warmth of you around his cock. All of his senses in that moment were overtook by you.

Daryl crashed his lips to yours when he brought his left arm back next to your head. His right hand cupped the side of your face in adoration before travelling down to your breasts and pinching, causing you to moan even louder into his kiss as you neared closer to your climax. Your hips bucked up again to meet his thrusts and he smiled from your sounds before moving his hand to rub your sternum. He then dipped it downwards to your stomach in order to push you into the mattress slightly, and his fingers splayed across the expanse of skin, holding you down for him as he started to pound into you slightly faster.

Daryl detached his lips from yours and growled your name animalistically when he could feel himself moving in and out of you through his hand on your stomach. A string of curse words accompanied his groaning as he grabbed one of your hands that were in his hair and led it down to where his had been previously.

He wanted you to feel it too; the slight bulge when he buried his cock into you and the emptiness that followed when he pulled back. Daryl wanted you to feel it so you wouldn't forget who was bringing you pleasure like this or who was loving you down so right. He needed you to know that you didn't need anyone else. The strong grip around your wrist made you open your eyes and you saw the fire that burned in his. His voice resounded deep through his gritted teeth, lost in the pleasure he experienced from still rocking into you.

"Ya feel that? That's because of me. That's me fuckin' ya and lovin' ya down like this. Only me."

You did feel it. Felt him under your hand as you nodded and whimpered ‘yes’s for him, bringing your other hand off of his hair and onto his back, scratching lightly. Daryl’s voice sent shivers of pleasure through your body as he continued to move in and out of you, his eyes never leaving yours even when yours closed in ecstasy. His strong grip held your hand over your stomach and used it to keep your hips from moving too much; he wanted to bring you to your high and he felt breathless as he listened to your shaky wanton moans. Shit, you’ve never felt this good in your life - this world or the last.

A thin sheen of sweat covered the two of you, and Daryl groaned at how damn gorgeous you looked under him like that, squirming around under his strong grip as you tried to chase your own high. He brought his hand up off you and reached down to where his hips met yours, rubbing you and applying just enough pressure until your hips were rocking desperately against his. Your moans became needy and higher in tone, and Daryl’s eyes bore into you, encouraging you with his voice and close to his own high himself.

“Give it to me. C’mon, I want to feel it. I want to watch you come apart for me again.”

You bucked up into him frantically as he pounded into you faster. Your unadulterated pants becoming more coherent as you moaned out his name in pure need. He brought his index finger down and rubbed circles into you, creating an intoxicating friction as you dissolved into pure pleasure, being thrown to your climax once again by Daryl. Your walls fluttered around him as your whole body spasmed against the mattress and he lost his rhythm, instead sporadically snapping his hips into yours and shutting his eyes as he focused on hitting his own high, spurred on by the feelings of you hitting yours.

Your whole body tensed around him as you started whining, panting from being overstimulated by his fingers and his cock before reaching down and grabbing his hand, detaching it from you and laying it back on your stomach as you remembered how much he seemed to love the feeling. You heard him growl again and you gripped at his shoulders, bringing yourself up off the mattress and pushing your breasts against his chest. His hair tickled your neck when you leaned towards his ear, breathily cooing his name into his ear and encouraging him to let go, spilling out praises about how good he felt when he loved you down like this. He whimpered your name in pleasure at the combination, and brought both of his hands to your back, holding your chest against his while he pounded harder into you.

It felt like the Earth stopped spinning when Daryl hit his climax. He let out a drawn out groan of curse words as his body erupted in shockwaves of pleasure, still sporadically rocking in and out of you to prolong his high. You felt him pulse and your words stuttered against his ear as he emptied himself into the condom, and you blissfully listened to him rasp your name and about how perfect you were. When you both spent some time catching your breaths, he leaned you back down on the bed and kissed you, admiring your post-coital beauty. He brought himself up off you and watched himself pull his cock out of you, smirking proudly to himself when you whimpered sadly at the loss.

Daryl tried to memorize the image of you on his bed, sweaty and worn out, still panting from the pleasure he had given you, but the image only made him grow more eager to do it again, When you looked up into his eyes and smiled at him, so happy to have finally given in to the previously thought unrequited feelings you held for him, all feelings of lust melted away into pure, innocent love and adoration. He pulled off the condom and tied it off, tossing it into the bedside trashcan you had brought him when he was sick once, and laid down in the spot next to you. It was the middle of the day and the sun still shone through the little window above his workbench, but he was so at ease he felt like he could fall asleep right then and there.

When he joined you in bed, you brought your arms around his torso and cuddled up into him, smiling when you felt Daryl kiss the top of your head affectionately and pull the sheets up over the both of you. He enveloped you in a warm hug, wrapping his muscular arms protectively around you and pulling you closer to him as if to protect you from everything with his big body. You loved the way you felt so safe around him and he loved the way he felt when your body was where it belonged - wrapped in his loving embrace. When he looked down at you, naked and lying comfortably against his chest, his heart swelled in pure adoration. What did he do to deserve someone like you?

“I love ya, and I wanna be your man.”

Daryl’s voice came out nervous, reverberating around his room as if he was waiting for rejection despite all that had just occurred. In all the time you had known him, he was always so straightforward and confident; he said what he said and he meant every word, but now, he was nearly shaking with nerves as he waited for your response. When you smiled and let out a small laugh at his cluelessness, he panicked and began talking again, babbling like an embarrassed teenager.

“I know ya think I ain’t good with feelings, so if this was a one-time thing, jus’ tell me ‘cause I don’t know if-”

It was your turn to interrupt him, cutting off his rambling with a loving kiss as your hands found his and held them, the rough latex of his bandages scraping against your palms.

“Do you think I’m not in love with you?”

Your voice came out soft and your eyes were full and sincere when you looked up at him, your eyebrows sloping at the question. His gaze met yours, anticipating your every word before he looked down at your fingers which entwined lovingly with his. As he spoke, his words were laced with a lovesickness he had grown accustomed to dealing with when it came to you.

“I ain’t nothin’ special, I’m just some redneck who don’t deserve you.”

Your hands let go of his and Daryl felt his heart drop. This was it; you were gonna tell him you didn’t want a relationship with him. He prepared himself for rejection; after all, why would you choose him when you could have anyone you wanted? He knew people slept together just to sleep together, he had seen Merle and his buddies brag about it so many times before, but he never thought he would do it too.

He felt your soft fingers on his chin and he lifted his eyes from the mattress to yours again. When you looked up into his eyes, you saw fear and vulnerability; two looks you had never quite grown accustomed to seeing on him. When you spoke, you caressed his temples and confessed everything you had been holding in when it came to him. Your heart breaking when you saw him like this.

“How could I not be in love with you, Daryl? I’ve been trying to work up the courage to confess to you since we were on the road, but I was too nervous to ever do anything. I didn’t want to mess up our friendship so I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think there was a possibility you ever felt the same. When the prison fell and I couldn’t find you, I thought you were dead. I couldn’t do anything for days because I believed I had missed my chance at a life with you. But when you and Rick and Carl and Michonne found me that night before Terminus, I realized I had gotten a second chance.”

You took a deep breath and swallowed hard, trying to calm the emotions you felt when you remembered the pain of losing the first place you had ever felt safe in. Looking back, you should have had more faith that he was alive - nothing could kill him no matter how hard they tried. He was strong before, but this world made him stronger.

“I know you've never really dated, and I don't care. I love you too, so much, and I should have said something a long time ago. I’m sorry.”

Daryl felt his body become warm with the feeling of your confession. He realized he was feeling something he had never felt before; he felt genuinely and wholeheartedly wanted. It made his whole body tingle. In that very moment, he felt like he could combust from the pure love his heart felt for you. When he looked down at you, he saw your eyes and that’s all he needed before he captured you in another kiss, this time of unadulterated, innocent affection. Raking his fingers through your hair, his voice came out stronger, more sure in himself after your confession.

“Nah, ya don’t need to go apologizin’ to me. I should have confessed a long time ago like Rick and Carol had told me to. I thought about tellin' ya that night after the party, ya remember that?”

You nodded, thinking about that first week in Alexandria, everyone so unsure of its safety and feeling like it was some kind of mirage. Of course, Daryl didn’t show up, but he waited at the door for everyone to return, and you and him sat on the porch talking all night about anything and everything like you had done so many times before. Shifting slightly on the bed, he sat up against the headboard and pulled you on top of him, smiling up at you innocently as you straddled his thighs. You wrapped your arms around his sides and propped your head to rest on his shoulders, not needing a blanket when he felt so warm against you. His arms rested comfortably on your hips and he hummed happily into your ear as he relived how you looked that night.

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it, but you looked so damn good in that dress I had to talk myself out of takin’ ya on that porch right then n' there.”

Your laugh tickled his ear and he broke out into a smile in response, his fingers lightly tracing circles into the skin under his hands and you pulled back, gazing at him like he was the only thing in the world. Daryl gazed back, feeling so happy that he could finally enjoy your presence like this. Just you and him, revelling in each other’s love.

“Y’know what? I actually think I still have that dress in my closet somewhere. I could wear it again sometime if you want.”

Your words came out innocently enough, but he couldn’t help the way his body reacted when he thought of you wearing it for him. Daryl’s mind raced to an image of his hands all over that dress, hiking it up your body and taking you bent over his workbench, and then to an image of you and him sneaking out of a party, him leading you behind the house and trailing his hand up and under that dress. He shifted a little underneath you at his imagination and you peered at him, curious as to what caused the sudden discomfort, but you brushed it off and scooted a little closer to him as you began to lose his heat.

“You said you’ve liked me since the flu, right?”

Daryl nodded. He could hear in your voice that you had something more to say, but when a few seconds passed and he didn’t hear your sweet voice again, he opened his mouth to prompt you.

“Might’ve fallen for ya even before then. Why?”

Your hands came up and around his neck, thumbs caressing his cheekbones and admiring his features for a moment before speaking.

“Nothing. Just… thinking about all the time we’ve wasted.”

When he heard your words, it was like a fire was lit under him again. Daryl pulled you in for a needy kiss and shoved your body over his again, determined to make up for the lost time as he proudly listened to you moan a little in surprise at his actions. When you kissed him back, he grinned against your lips and pulled back slightly, but stayed close enough that you could feel the breath of his playful words dance across your lips.

“Don’t know how many we got, but we still got condoms left.”

You smiled as you leaned forward into the kiss again, feeling the vibrations of Daryl’s groaning and his cock growing again as it softly hit your stomach. His hands travelled downward and grabbed handfuls of your ass, urging you to grind down on him, but you pulled your lips away from his and looked at him apologetically before pulling one leg over him and getting off the bed. His eyes followed your form, nearly whimpering at the loss of your body over his and watched with curious puppy eyes as you gathered your clothes, so blissfully unaware that you were teasing him just by existing.

“I was, uh, sorta on watch duty before I ditched it for you, and I sorta promised Denise that I would help organize some of the stuff I brought back yesterday. So I need to get back, but I’ll come see you later okay?”

You heard the mattress squeak a little and then felt a warm bandaged hand wrap around your wrist. When you looked up at him, he shook the bangs out of his face as he watched you, eyes already clouded with the desperate look he gave you when you sat on that workbench.

“Stay.”

Daryl didn’t intend for it, but his voice came out as a plea, exposing how much he wanted you in that moment. You freed your wrist and brought your hand around his, holding it and running your fingers tenderly over his bandages for a moment before you spoke.

“You know I can’t do that.”

He nodded in acknowledgement. Of course he knew that; you were too damn sweet to bail on a promise and he loved you for that. He leaned down and kissed you again, just a peck before he responded, in case he became too carried away.

“Let me walk ya.”

Daryl stood still and watched as you gathered your remaining clothes and placed them on the workbench. Picking up your underwear, you bent down slightly to put them on and you unintentionally gave him another image to think about. He admired your figure and palmed himself as he watched you do the same with your shorts, biting his lip in order to keep his groans from coming out. When you heard the noises, you turned around to see what he was doing and blushed when you saw him doing that, opting to quickly turn away and pull on your tank top. You flipped your hair out from under the fabric and began searching for your hair tie.

Your search was cut short when you felt a firm tap at your shoulder, offering you your familiar hairband. You noticed he was still naked and uttered a quick ‘thanks’ before beginning to tie your hair up into a high ponytail. He laughed lightly to himself and took in the view of you in your tank top, which was riding up because of your lifted arms and exposing the smooth skin of your stomach to him. Daryl shook his head in an effort to get rid of his thoughts and quickly pulled on his jeans, buckling his belt before he pulled out the remaining condoms and counted them in his hands. He dropped them onto his bed without a second thought and pushed himself into his socks and boots, still searching for his shirt.

You patted out some of your bangs and grabbed your t-shirt to put it on, tying it securely against your body before moving and putting on your socks and shoes. Daryl was in your line of sight and you couldn’t help but admire the broadness of his shoulders and the ripples of his toned back, the two demons tattooed on his shoulders seeming to dance as they tempted you to stay. He must have felt your staring because his voice came out teasing after he pulled on his shirt, turning back to you as your eyes widened from getting caught.

“Ya can’t look at me like that an’ then get embarrassed when I stare at ya back.”

Daryl approached you, the normal swing in his step merged with another happier one and he continued to walk into you, backing you up against the wall of the basement. His arms snaked around your waist and your arms instinctually shot up to wrap themselves around his neck. You opened your mouth in preparation to tell him about the medicine that still needed to be organized, but the only sound that came out of your mouth was a breathy whimper when his lips immediately latched onto the smooth skin that your t-shirt exposed and sucked a deep red mark, not stopping until he was satisfied.

When he looked back down at you, he admired the hickeys that littered your skin and felt himself start to get hard again at the marks which meant you were his. He cleared his throat and stepped back, offering you his hand and smiling lightly when you took it and spoke.

“Let’s go. I have some meds I need to organize.”

Still revelling in the feeling of your skin on his, he didn’t notice the stares of all the Alexandrians as he left his house with you by his side. You, on the other hand, could feel their eyes and you let go of his bandaged hands, knowing Daryl enjoyed his privacy when it came to his personal life. He turned to look at you quizzically for a moment before fully entwining his fingers in yours, showing you he didn’t give a damn what anyone else thought; not when he had waited so long to be with you like this.

He strode confidently with your hand in his, and smiled when you started to swing your hand as you both walked the short way to the makeshift infirmary. Daryl stayed by your side as you stood on the porch and as you knocked your favourite pattern on the door, just so Denise would know it was you. You rocked back and forth on your feet as you waited and he admired you, so damn cute without even trying. You smiled up at him and he felt his heart skip a beat.

The door swung open and Denise’s eyes widened, slightly scandalized as she took in the state of you. She looked at Daryl and pointed at her neck in reference to yours, which was splattered with red marks. He pushed his shoulders back with pride and nodded back to her, his confident smirk letting her know he was the one responsible. Shooting him back an impressed eyebrow raise, she turned around and walked back into Alexandria’s infirmary, leaving the two of you to say your temporary goodbyes.

You looked at him for a moment, clueless as to the reason behind that exchange before you connected the dots and shot your hand up to your ponytail, ready to let your loose hair cover the marks. Daryl’s eyes met Baz’s as he sat in one of the beds and his hand shot out, blood boiling as he held yours in place. He tugged your wrist lightly, but he was still strong enough to pull you closer to him and his voice came out gruff with an edge of satisfaction.

“Keep your hair up. I want all them pricks to know ya ain’t free.”

He heard your slight laugh and then a sweet ‘okay’ before he let you go. You made it a few steps before Daryl’s arm shot out again, pulling you into a hug and whispering in your ear, growling slightly in arousal as he thought about his request and what could happen.

“Wear that fuckin’ dress when ya come over tonight an’ I’ll love ya down so damn good, alright?”

You nod into him and pull away slightly in order to kiss him again, trying to show him you needed him too. He detached his lips from yours for a second and his teeth caught your bottom lip, nibbling and trying to hold himself back from scooping you up in his arms and carrying you back to his bed. His words came out hot against your lips as his hand ran to your back, criss-crossing and pulling you flush against his chest.

“We’ve still got 5.”

The slight tilt of your head told him you didn’t know what he meant, and Daryl chuckled lightly. For someone as smart as you, you could really be dense sometimes.

“Condoms. 5 condoms.”

Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape as you realized what he was talking about and you nervously glanced inside the house in case someone had heard him. When you realized it was only you who heard his words, you smiled happily and leaned back in for one final kiss before you brought your mouth to the side of his head. You were close enough that Daryl could feel your breath tickling his ear when you spoke, your voice dangerously playful.

“I can’t wait.”

With that, you pulled away from him and strode into the infirmary, closing the door behind you and calling out for Denise. You left Daryl on the porch with a painful hardon and he wondered to himself where the hell someone like you came from. He glanced around for onlookers, and when he saw none, he palmed himself until he was sufficiently calmed down and stepped off the porch.

Daryl walked back to his house with an excited swing in his step, smiling to himself about how damn happy he was knowing he was finally yours.

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fireemblems24 · 2 years ago

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Golden Wildfire - Ch 5

Spoilers for GW under the cut.

STORY/MAP

Judith!!! Why aren't you playable 😭. Imagine if she and Rodrigue hooked up. Double the sexy.

Claude said "three houses." I'm easily entertained.

Holst is always eating mushrooms and getting sick before meetings.

Shez just fighting this war to get at Jeralt and Byleth, lamo.

At least it's nice Edelgard won a battle not against the church. She actually chased the Alliance back. Though, it's only because of heel-face-turns.

Raphael's eyes are too light-colored. He looks creepy. And, man, Claude is really hard-carrying the Golden Deer for looks for men.

Arval is shitting on Claude for constant retreating lamo.

Still have no idea why he didn't ask Dimitri for help. He's like, oh, shit, the Empire's huge ass army is kicking our ass. They're also fighting the Kingdom. Oh, no, what do we do? Talk to Dimitri? Of course not. Why would we do that?

LINHARDT AND HILDA HAVE SUPPORTS. FUCK YES. It's the lazy duo. OMG, yes. I wanted this soooooo bad. It better be comedic genius.

MAP

Don't worry, Lorenz. Your dad isn't really betraying everyone.

The only place Gatekeeper really makes sense is the Kingdom right now. Why wouldn't he continue guarding the church?

There's a lot of Judith simping going on, and I'm here for it.

Lysithea over here openly hating the Empire. Can't blame her. I feel like all that "honorary Black Eagle" nonsense forget she HATES the Empire.

Why is Claude blaming himself for the Empire's aggression? Did I see this conversation in SB? I don't remember.

Once again, someone is unable to make reforms because Edelgard started a war lol. Both Claude and Dimitri had plans for reform and positive change, but they got halted because of Edelgard.

Is it just me or is Lorenz like really good? He and Dimitri are by far my favorite to play as so far.

SHEZ & LEONIE C SUPPORT

Ready for some mercenary bonding, I'd expect.

Uh oh. I forgot that they may disagree over Jeralt. Surprised she didn't react to Leonie name-dropping Jeralt though.

This is a pretty interesting support for lore potential.

MARIANNE & HILDA C SUPPORT

Judith! I love it when other characters show up in supports.

Is Hilda going to make Marianne do all the work? Oh, thank God. She's not, lol.

Hahah, Marianne sucked at organizing. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Judith does not approve. This is funny so far.

Aww, Hilda is taking the fall. That was sweet.

SHEZ & HILDA C SUPPORT

Lamo at Shez charging head-first into every battle. Very shonen of them.

They have two very different fighting styles lol.

Aww, Hilda is looking out for Shez.

SHEZ & LYSITHEA C SUPPORT

Lysithea is like, I expected you to be more reckless! Meanwhile, that support with Hilda she's too reckless.

I really don't get the vibe that Claude trusts Shez despite what Lysithea said, since he's not telling Shez anything.

Oh, no, Shez called Lysithea the "k" word. She's really prickly.

Love Shez calling Lysithea out for being a hypocrite and saying she's acting like a kid lamo.

That support is everything I hate about Lysithea.

LORENZ & LEONIE C SUPPORT

Bummed they only go to B. They might be my favorite pairings for each other.

Aww, man, that SUCKS for Leonie. I didn't think about that. She had to raise so much money to attend, only for it to last like a month. That hurts. It seems the church gave some back at least.

This is really similar to Shez and Lorenz's support, but I think Lorenz seems like he's coming from a much better place this time. In that one he was so fixated on class. Here he seems more worried he failed to help a commoner out.

LORENZ & MARIANNE C SUPPORT

Marianne got forced into this war 😭 Now I feel so bad for using her. But she's my favorite Golden Deer.

Lorenz offered to speak on her behalf. That's sweet.

I like him encouraging her, but it's still an example of why Dimitri/Marianne is so good. There's no "oh, just cheer up!" that rings so hallow. Raphael/Marianne is pretty good too, because he actually just cheers her up.

HILDA & LEONIE C SUPPORT

"Oh, Hilda, perfect!" - Leonie. "I am, aren't I?" - Hilda 🤣 It's even funnier because Leonie's not even fazed by it.

Leonie asked the wrong person to train lol. Hilda never wants to.

These two are so mismatched. 🤣🤣

Hilda just called Leonie cute lamo.

Did Hilda just invite "cute" Leonie to come to her tent for a bath?

IGNATZ & RAPHAEL C SUPPORT

Wow, they haven't spoken during the whole timeskip?

And Ignatz not bringing up his art at all is super sad.

So Ignatz doesn't want to be a knight and is one, and Raphael wants to be a knight but can't be one. All because of the war.

CLAUDE & RAPHAEL C SUPPORT

I learned absolutely nothing about either character in this support.

At least it brought up how the war is ruining common people's lives because Raphael's family can't travel because it's too dangerous.

I love how Claude's like "those silly eagles and lions always fighting each other" when Dimitri literally just wants to be left alone.

HILDA & LINHARDT C SUPPORT

This is the moment I've been waiting for.

He's like, lamo, you're working. Why?

"And to be clear. I'm not here to help." Linhardt is golden. "Oh, Linhardt, you're on break? Perfect! Then you can help me with this awful whatever that I'm doing!" He continues to be the most quotable.

"Your life seems to be one permanent break." 🤣🤣

Linhardt's even worse than Hilda. As it should be.

MARIANNE & LYSITHEA C SUPPORT

I fully anticipate this to be as awkward and pointless as Claude's and Raphael's support. But it's more Marianne content so . . .

Ohhhh wait, maybe I'm wrong if this is about crest drama.

Fuck that crest scholar. Leave Marianne alone.

Lysithea coming to Marianne's rescue about an annoying crest person is not what I expected, but I'm not upset about it.

Lysithea's really mature here. I like this.

This is the support they deserved in Houses.

NGL, this was actually really cool. REALLY wish it went higher than C.

LEONIE & LINHARDT C SUPPORT

Linhardt is such a mood.

It's refreshing to see Leonie not pressure Linhardt into changing, she just accepts him as his lazy self.

Linhardt's never been hunting, hunh. It's sweet he thought Leonie could use an owl mask for hunting.

And she got him a useless statue. At least he's trying now.

This is kinda cute, ngl. They made each other laugh.

MAIN BATTLE

OK, I was so convinced I accidentally clicked on my SB playthrough that I reset the game, but nope, this really opens with a conversation about why Bernie, a Black Eagle, is fighting . . .

Is this setting up for her recruitment or????

Ok, finally back to Claude and co. Just generic stuff about preparing for Edelgard's invasion though.

Love Judith calling Claude "little Claude." That's what SB is missing, an adult figure like Rodrigue or Judith.

All that talk with Bernie, and only Balthus is recruitable this chapter. Oh, well, I was planning on using him anyways.

Oh, finally! Holst. I was wondering when he's be playable. I should've guessed given I only had 3 units under my control and 4 non-controlled allies running around.

Man, Lorenz is just busted, isn't he?

Claude really doesn't tell his allies anything, does he? I appreciate Lorenz for calling him out on it.

Oh, and Shez can call him out too!

His plan is that Glouster never actually betrayed him, right? That he's a plant to backstab the Empire like in SB?

Balthus and Holst now playable, woot!

Also, it took me like half the battle to figure out that Holst was a sword unit. Like, IDK, he looks like a warrior. I only noticed it when I saw that Ferdinand would blow him away, lamo.

Cool to see Ferdinand leading this stuff though. Seeing him actually get to do something.

Yep, Glouster never wanted anything to do with Edelgard, lamo. Though, why isn't she here?

They really should've told Lorenz this plan. I mean, he's Glouster's kid. I mean, Lysithea knew, so why not Lorenz? Poor Lorenz.

Is it bad I'm more curious about why Glouster didn't tell Lorenz about the plan ahead of time than anything else going on in GW so far? IDK, I just really like more personal drama I guess. Rather than Edelgard tries to kill everyone round, what is it now like 7 routes??

It's better in AG and SB because they're more tied to/involved in the drama. Poor Claude and the Deer seem destined to feel like a third-wheel again so far.

My big hope is that Edelgard realizes she can't take both the Kingdom and the Alliance at the same time, so she decides to focus on the Kingdom only since that's where Rhea is (and, let's face it the country she'll have a WAYYYY harder time bringing to heel under her dominance than the Alliance). So that'll free Claude and co up to do something more interesting than exactly the same thing he did in AM/VW/SS/CF/AG/SB so far. Yikes. I mean, Shahaid or however you spell his name is still there, right? Let Almyra be relevant.

SSS

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ryosmne · 4 years ago

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Tattoo artist! Sukuna x reader part 4

Hello, it's me your friendly neighborhood Sukuna simp, I don't have much to ramble about today, I hope you have fun reading this part :)

Series masterlist here

Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption, implied smut that I'm too shy to write.

The café was unusually quiet today, maybe it's because the other days y/n found herself sitting at that exact spot by the window, Mai was the one sitting across from her. Today was different, Nobara took Mai's place for brunch after class, to be fair she hadn't showed up in some time so both Nobara and y/n jumped at the opportunity to spend some time together.

"So, does it feel lonely now that Yuuji and Mai spend so much time together?" Nobara asked, evidently trying to make y/n admit to some form of jealousy she was sure she had. "Not really, I'm happy she's finally with someone so good for her and she's finally off my back about hooking me up with random dudes" y/n said and she was honestly happy for her best friend, Yuuji was a very nice guy and in the past few weeks he's been seeing Mai, he's nothing less of a sweetheart and y/n saw him a as a little sibling even though they were roughly the same age.

"Of course, why would you be lonely, Sukuna's been keeping you company too." Nobara's eyes had a glimmer in them, not because she wanted to tease y/n, but she was very invested in the girls business with the oh so attractive tattoo artist.

Nobara did her homework on the guy, he certainly wasn't as polite or well mannered as he came across the night they met. He did seem like trouble at first glance, but the way he looked at y/n that night, or the times he waited for her to get off class to have some time together, Nobara would say that even a blind man could see that y/n had been tugging on Sukuna's heartstrings.

"It's not like that" y/n was once again flustered. What was she to the pink haired man, who missed no chance to be around her? "You're making out in his car in broad daylight, what is it like?" the brown haired girl chuckled, her friend was an idiot if she worried for a second about the man who looked at her like she would disappear at any second. "I don't know, but we aren't together like that, he's an interesting guy" y/n longed to be with him, she had a faint memory about him talking about something like that the time he spend the night with her, but then again, she was drunk and that could be her mind playing cruel tricks on her.

"Ok then whatever you say, I really hope you're not doubting the dude that cooked you ten different options for breakfast, after he took your drunk ass home."

"Wait how do you know about that- did Mai? Oh I'm gonna kill her."

Despite the tiny voice asking 'what are we?' in y/n's head, her days with Sukuna have been some of the best she's had. Granted they couldn't see each other that often, whenever they did, it was always better than the time before.

Sukuna had taken her to all the restaurants he knew were good, cafes with the best tiramisu she had ever tasted, taking an hour and a half to get to the next place he'd see her smile listening to her excitement filled voice as she told him how delicious the food was, then giving him some attitude mumbling about how she didn't expect him to have such nice taste, was the easiest victory to him, the highlight of his day.

He hadn't managed to get her back to his chair like he needed to yet, he had been so busy finding the best places to take her to that it seemed like it completely slipped his mind. It hasn't slipped Sukuna's mind though, he's just been nervous to bring it up again, what if she doesn't want to do that anymore? What if she changed her mind? What if she just agreed because she felt compelled to do so? Sukuna didn't know which one was worse.

Even on the days they couldn't see each other they were in touch, texting silly things or messing with each other. If a day was anything other good Sukuna could vent and let out his frustrations talking to y/n and she often did the same. Sukuna preferred calling her for that, not only to get things off his chest but because her voice was so calming to him, the need to hear it grew stronger each day he wasn't able to see her.

Afternoon classes were always adding to her demise, y/n even accepted Mai's gossiping over paying attention. Yuuji as she expected was as sweet as he looked, Mai was once again gushing over him and his adorable nature. Y/n just smiled at her friend who rumbled about the boy who, by now had a very firm hold of her heart. "You and Sukuna?" She asked, prying for any information she didn't already know from Yuuji. "Me and Sukuna" y/n stated back, shit eating grin on her face, knowing how not entertaining Mai and not feeding her what she wanted completely pissed her off. Y/n's phone buzzed from her pocket, giving her a little break from her friends curiosity.

Can I take you out after class?

Y/n's lips tagged into a small smile. "Speak of the devil" Mai teased looking over y/n's phone.

Hmm depends. Where to?

Its a surprise, doll

You know I hate surprises, but I can make an exception for you.

Mai pretend to gag next to her, but y/n payed her no mind. She had already seen enough from her and Yuuji to do the same.

You won't regret it, I'll be outside when you're done.

"Just don't make out in the parking lot again, being in his car doesn't mean that we don't see you." Mai was being Mai again. Y/n shoved her arm lightly and told her that they all knew how her and Yuuji sneaked around the bathrooms, laughing as her face flushed red.

Sukuna entered her field of view leaning against his car, finishing up a cigarette, looking too good for anyone not to stare at him. The total black outfit he had on did wonders for him, even if it was the simplest of crew cut shirts and sweatpants, every piece of clothing complimented him. Waving at Mai, y/n walked towards him noticing he's cocky expression. "Feels like you're eating me up with those eyes" he laughed, why must the sound of his voice be this melodic at all times. "Don't worry I missed you too" Sukuna said laying a soft kiss on y/n's lips as a greeting. If her fellow students weren't staring already, now they surely were .

" Where are we headed tonight?" Y/n asked fastening her seatbelt, she still kind of thought of Sukuna as clumsy, even though he's driven her many places, it's not that she didn't trust him, he was a very good driver. Hey safety comes first.

"You'll find out" he spoke with a little grin, before starting his engine and driving off.

Unlocking his door, he let y/n step inside first. Sukuna's house was surprisingly neat, everything looked to be in place, the décor was minimalistic. It felt like Sukuna very home-y, but then it didn't. It was too tidy, y/n didn't really think of him as a tidy person. The place also had his scent of sandalwood so y/n easily relaxed into the new space taking some more steps forward to look around.

"Bringing me to your house like this without taking me to dinner first, tsk should've known you were that type 'kuna." Y/n said in a mockingly disapproving tone "Who said that, I'm cooking dinner for you." Sukuna said draping his arm around her shoulders guiding her to his kitchen.

Whatever Sukuna had on his stove smelled scrumptious, making y/n's mouth water, maybe how pretty Sukuna looked with an apron on and a little sweat forming on his forehead from the heat of the stove helped too.

"You know, I would have never guessed you knew how to cook." Y/n let some of her assumptions fly in the room, she was the only one with a pass to talk about whatever she wanted with him. Sukuna wasn't going to shut her down. Y/n had leaned back on his table, her eyes roamed his figure freely. Sukuna would look over his shoulder smiling to himself every time he caught her in the act.

"I had to learn, Yuuji and I lived with our Grandpa, when he passed, it was just me and him." Y/n's heart clenched in her chest, Sukuna sounded different saying that. The truth is, Sukuna had never talked about that with anyone, he never made word of his grandfather's passing or the hardships him and his brother went through when they were left alone. He had mentioned to y/n that his and Yuuji's grandfather raised them, but from the way he spoke about him y/n was sure his Grandfather was doing well. "I'm sorry for your loss" was all she could muster at that moment, the pain in his voice was much too real for her. "Thank you, at least my brother turned out pretty good" he quickly changed the subject to something ligter, surprised at his self for opening up to her so easily. "You didn't turn out that bad either" y/n let the words spill, she had spent the past half hour blatantly checking out his back, she had nothing to get shy about. Sukuna let out a laugh, gripping his wooden spoon a little tighter throwing a glance over his shoulder. "Is that what you think?" Y/n shifted in her seat, how could this guy go from sentimental to laughing about his brother and to whatever this dark seductive tone was, she had no idea.

"Come on don't get shy on me, you were having fun checking me out just a minute ago, see anything you like" in the blink of an eye, Sukuna was slightly bent down facing her. Even after all the makeout sessions they've had that usually ended with y/n slapping his arm worrying that someone saw them and Sukuna looking at her with a cocky grin reassuring her that they gave a good show to whoever was watching, he could still make her all flustered, and she looked adorable like this, a deer caught in headlights. Sukuna kissed the tip of her nose, telling her she looked cute before turning his attention back on the food.

"Did you find that movie?" Sukuna's voice came from the kitchen, y/n was fumbling with the remote on his couch. Sukuna insisted on eating in his living room, he didn't want this to feel too formal, he still had whine out with fancy plates and everything, but he only wanted to cook for his girl and see her eyes light up eating his food, like they always did when she tried the food on the restaurants he took her.

"Yeah, here let me help with that." She said getting of the couch to help him set everything. "No no no, you go sit down, I'll do the work." Sukuna insisted, y/n only raised a brow at him and complied.

"Okay, you have to teach me, this tastes so good 'kuna" that nickname stuck, not that Sukuna complained, his stomach still did flips every time y/n called him that. She was looking at him just the way he hoped she would. The dish was quite simple, chicken with some red salsa and vegetables, but it was better than anything she'd ever tasted.

"I can give you a little cooking class, as long as you go grocery shopping" He offered her a little smile and y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

Y/n was leaning on Sukuna's chest with her arm hooked around his waist, he had a firm hold of her too, mindlessly looking at the screen but not paying enough attention to it. The movie y/n chose turned out to be a barely watchable C grade thriller and the two glasses of wine they had didn't make it tolerable either. Bad movie or not, having her under his arm like this was all he needed to feel calmer. Sukuna was so calm that he forgot why he brought y/n over.

"Can I show you something?" Sukuna spoke softly, looking down at her, y/n nodded in reply and groaned loudly at the loss of his warmth when he got up from the couch, Sukuna could only chuckle at her .

"Just two drinks and you're already a brat."

"Shut up."

Sukuna came back holding a big folder and some sketch books, y/n's curiosity picked and she found herself straightening up a bit.

"I've been dying to show you these." Sukuna stated as he flipped through the pages. Y/n's eyes danced all over the various shapes and designs he had came up with. Her eyes traced a particular three headed fox, she had never seen anything like that before, she reached out her hand to feel his drawing on her fingertips.

Sukuna's heart picked up its pace, she was currently in aww at his favourite piece for her. "Are those what you told me you came up with form me?" She was amused, she stared at him wide eyed not believing that anyone would ever do something like that for her, "Yeah, every design here is meant for you, you can pick whichever you like, but if you don't want me to tattoo you, I'll understand, you don't have to let me if you don't want to." Y/n couldn't believe it, there were enough drawings in here to fill her entire body in ink. She had hardly believed him when he said he had a vision for her sleeve, but this, this was out of this world.

"I don't even know what to say, these are so beautiful, but why did you go through all this trouble?" She still couldn't see a reason for it. "You've given me so much inspiration from the first time you visited, I can't get your skin out of my head, seeing you in my work is just surreal. I would do anything to do it again" Sukuna's words had not yet sunken in properly, y/n was still in disbelief.

Sukuna placed his sketchbooks on the coffee table, his hand prompting y/n's chin up so he can look at her face in the dim lights of his living room. "I will decorate any part of your skin you're willing to give to me, I'll give you the best work I can, please let me do this much." Sukuna almost sounded desperate, his face was once more too close and his wine scented breath tickled her lips, he had almost gone mad drawing in most his free time, and every time he saw her, a new idea of what would fit her popped into his head.

"You can do that" the moment these words rolled out of y/n's tongue, Sukuna had heard all he needed, and latched his mouth on hers, allowing his hands to explore more of her body. Between heavy breaths, Sukuna whispered about the softness of her skin, how he couldn't wait to mark her again, how he wanted her to be his canvas, his and only his. Diving in her neck once more, littering her sensitive skin with bruises she'd have to cover up tomorrow and her hands tangled up in his hair. "Just be good for me and I'll be gentle" His words only made her anticipate more.

The next day Sukuna was walking like the happiest man on earth, he woke up and had breakfast with his beloved doll, he had a smile on his face you couldn't miss. His co-workers didn't miss it either nor did they miss the huge forder he had under his arm when he came in, but they didn't question it.

Gojo spent his time teasing him about his unusual demeanor while Geto laughed to himself assuming what everyone else did.

Teasing him and prying about Sukuna's previous day didn't really work in Gojo's favour, Sukuna would simply ignore him and his smile still hadn't fadded. Gojo took it as his personal mission to piss him off when he had a lightbulb moment.

"Come on man, you talk about her all the time and when she comes over we're all working, when are we gonna get to meet her?" Gojo pushed, for the third time today, he finally found a weak spot.

The entire crew was curious meet y/n, properly this time at least, but Gojo was the only one who could confidently voice that. "Tell you what, go one month without fucking someone in here, and we can all go for some drinks tonight." Sukuna said in a joking manner, there was no way Gojo Satoru would agree to something like that, the man couldn't last two days on that deal, he was not about to give his word to Sukuna and take one for the team.

Gojo stood before the pink haired man, his glasses low on the bridge of his nose "Then, it's a deal" he said, obnoxious as ever with his hand extended for Sukuna to take. Sukuna knew Gojo was a man of his word, and if he shook on something, he would no doubt keep his end. Now Sukuna had to keep his as well.

Hey doll, I was wondering if you'd like to go grab a few drinks with me and the rest of the guys after closing?

Sure, I'll be there before nine, what's the occasion?

No need, I'll pick you up, they just really want to meet you, you don't have to come if you don't want to though.

Don't be stupid, I won't pass the opportunity of collecting blackmail on you.

Sukuna was smiling at his phone, that was so typical of y/n, his grin quickly faded once his eyes met the idiots standing before him with hopeful eyes. "Just don't do anything stupid" he sighed defeated before getting back to work, this was going to be a long night.

Y/n easily spotted Sukuna's car, he was parked just further down her street. Carefully swinging the passenger door open, she expected at least extra someone inside, but it was just Sukuna.

"Hey 'kuna." y/n greeted stepping inside, Sukuna faced her with a half smile, lazily bringing his hand on her jawline, pulling her in for a short kiss. "You're looking very pretty today, dollface." he spoke, still inches from her face, as his eyes traced her figure. Every inch of exposed skin begging him to mark it. Sukuna halted his wandering thoughts when y/n spoke again. "Everyone ended up ditching you in the end? cause you could've taken me out without an excuse like that."

"I wish they did, but unfortunately for both of us we'll have to suffer through it, I know you'd rather have me all to yourself." The mare glance he gave her from the corner of his eye as he put the car on speed was enough to have y/n's hear thumping in her chest. "Speak for yourself, airhead." Y/n's tone didn't lack at all in sarcasm. She did want him all to herself but she also was very intrigued by the rest of his crew, Sukuna always spoke about them. Whether it was stories from his childhood, college or everyday work things, y/n kept hearing about Nanami, Geto, Gojo and Megumi so she looked forward to getting to know them for herself. She had only seen Gojo and Nanami. Megumi and Geto had always been occupied when she dropped by the shop she would catch a glimpse of them tonight.

Sukuna's hand had taken a grip of her thigh, making y/n not so focused in their conversation. Sukuna was mindlessly squeezing while warning y/n about his friends.

The bar looked more like a museum in her opinion, still a very beautiful, elegant place. Y/n expected no less from Sukuna, he's already accompanied her to the best small restaurants and patisseries, sometimes she wondered how he came to know this many perfect date spots.

Sukuna had managed to slip his hand in her's the moment he noticed eyes on his precious doll and guided her to the table his co-workers were sat.

"You owe me 50 Nanami, they did show up."

"You're making me regret this already." Sukuna said, his head dipping slightly

"Come on 'kuna don't be such a grump" had that been y/n's voice Sukuna would've smiled down at her and his demeanor would instantly change, Gojo's voice only offered him annoyance.

Y/n took notice and softly brushed his hand with her thumb, Sukuna let a little laugh and proceeded to introduce the girl under his arm to everyone. "Y/n this is Geto, Megumi and you already know Nanami and Gojo here" Sukuna spoke pulling out y/n's seat as she shook hands with everyone. Gojo took the chance to piss his friend off, after all he would have to strictly work for the next month, he brought y/n's hand to his lips, giving her a compliment on her dress, making Sukuna red in the face.

Everyone took a liking to her very quickly, seeing exactly why Sukuna was so taken by her, she was witty and smart with a silver tongue that was also very sharp. Geto begun telling her about Sukuna's embarrassing drunk nights in college while Gojo laughed and even Nanami snickered. Megumi made Sukuna regret the day he considered taking him in his shop when he told y/n how he always cried as a kid if he didn't have a cookie after his meal. "That's why you always grumble about dessert?" Y/n asked him choking in laughter, Sukuna mumbled a reply and went back to looking annoyed, he was really happy to see y/n interact with his friends so effortlessly. This girl was constantly giving him more reasons to be around her.

Y/n was in the middle of a deep conversation with Nanami about philosophy, her eyes gleaming when he mentioned Plato's allegory of the cave. Geto subtly tapped Megumi's leg to get him to notice how Sukuna was resting his chin on his hand staring at y/n, who was blabbering about Greek philosophers, with the most sweet expression on his face any of them had seen. Gojo also took notice of that and an unspoken pact of 'annoy the fuck out of Sukuna' was made then and there.

"Have you thought about the next thing you want done or did you just want one tattoo?" Gojo asked the girl, breaking her conversation with Nanami a little too early for her liking.

"Yeah, I'll be getting some more work from Sukuna pretty soon" y/n replied proudly, her mind wandering to the night before to Sukuna and the beautiful pieces he came up with just for her. Sukuna perked up, his heart thumping by how happy y/n sounded with these words rolling out her lips.

"You sure you want him to do it though? You know I'm free if you need." Gojo's voice was condescending like always. Sukuna tensed up, jaw clenching at the thought of anyone laying a finger on y/n's skin. "Are you crazy? with work like this, I wouldn't let anyone else do it." Y/n laughed, Gojo must've been joking anyway.

Sukuna found so much comfort in her reply, she loved his artistry and never hesitated to show it, no matter how much of a brat she could be with him. Geto butted in the conversation too "y/n is right, look at how beautiful Sukuna's work looks on her, there's no way she'd change him." Y/n nodded at his words. "But I also do black and gray, I'm sure I could come up with something for you" Sukuna's eyes were glaring daggers at the raven haired man next to him, he remained oblivious to it laughing on the inside, Sukuna was so predictable.

"Thanks, but you said it yourself, there's no way I'd change him." Y/n spoke confidently, taking a sip of her vodka, knowing that at this point she was stroking Sukuna's ego and it would only grow bigger. Sukuna had no idea what everyone was onto trying to tattoo y/n, probably piss him off. From the looks of it, y/n wasn't going to let that happen. Nanami was observing quietly exchanging a few more words with y/n, he was right about her not taking other people's bullshit, Gojo couldn't pull anything with her, Nanami could see what Sukuna saw in her.

"Y/n, when you first came you were going to get tattooed by Megumi right?" Nanami spoke, Sukuna never expected him to join the others in their stupidity. "Yeah, he takes the walk ins right?" Y/n said casually, paying no mind to what Nanami was trying to do, the rest of them were also shocked that he decided to join in on making Sukuna's night a little hellish. Oh the betrayal.

"Did you want to get tattooed by Megumi?" Such a simple question, but Sukuna was at the edge of his seat "Yeah, I did, he was the reason I chose Domain in the first place, everyone loves this guy's work, I was pretty excited." Sukuna's face dropped, it's not like he didn't expect that, of course y/n came based on the reviews, he couldn't be mad at her for not booking him, she didn't even know him. He was pretty happy that he ended up taking her in that day, even if his insides boiled with jealousy at this very moment "Sorry for ruining your plans doll" the same smugness echoed in his voice "I can only stay mad at you for so long." Meeting his enlarged pupils and darker eyes, she could tell Sukuna was indeed, jealous. He had nothing to be jealous of, she didn't plan on leaving his side anytime soon, but when Megumi took his turn in the game everyone seemed to play, y/n found it hard not to join them. "If you still want to I can tattoo you since I never got to" Megumi knew he was walking on thin ice when Sukuna gave him a look that made him wish he was dead, these two got in fights all the time as kids and ended up with bruises all over them, if Megumi didn't ease up Sukuna would gladly remind him of the past.

"Uh, yeah, if you've got a design" y/n said with a bit of hesitation, Sukuna was seathin next to her, his hand aggressively palming her leg just above the knee. The rest of the night Sukuna didn't really speak, only leaned in y/n's ear to tell her to slow down on the vodka, the rest of the guys continued to talk amongst themselves as if nothing had happened.

Exiting the bar, y/n was walking- trying to keep up with Sukuna who walked fast to his car after mumbling a goodnight to everyone. Y/n regretted playing along, she'd never seen Sukuna this quiet. " 'kuna, I'm sorry I really didn't want to upset you" she said her eyes on the ground, gently tagging at his jacket, how could he ever get annoyed with her when she looked like that. Sukuna wasted no time swiftly taking a hold of her, his lips ghosting her's "I'm not that upset, only a little" his voice barely above a whisper, lips grazed over hers briefly. Sukuna didn't know if that was his heart or hers thumping so hard "I'm tired of dancing around it" his breath was hot, warming up her face making y/n's face impossibly hotter. "Dancing around what?" She asked with visible hesitation. Sukuna dipped down once more, not so softly this take taking her soft lips into his own, gently tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth, letting one of his palms to rest on her cheek and the other taking a loose hold of the back of her neck. Her arms naturally found their way around his neck. "I told you I want you all to myself" . Did he mean what y/n was thinking? Did y/n want him to call her his? Sukuna almost crackled at her puzzled expression. Sukuna wasn't one to express things this openly, y/n was a bit dense in that department so he had to, at least he told himself that.

"I'm starting to get a bit disappointed, I clearly remember you saying 'i would say yes' with some romantic mumbling" Sukuna said, stroking her cheek ever so slightly.

Her breath was striped from her lungs, it wasn't from the kiss this time. So that did happen, y/n's mind was not playing tricks on her, Sukuna had in fact asked. Her eyes once again gleamed looking straight to his crimson irises. "So will you be mine?" He was more confident this time, they had grown closer, laughed more, shared more, Sukuna wanted this from the very first session they had together and the more time he spend around her, the more he couldn't bare the thought of anyone laying their fingers on her. Perhaps Nanami's little show got under his skin way more than he could ever admit, but there was no way he's letting anyone mark her. Y/n was his personal artwork, only the finest of pieces shall taint her skin. "Yes, airhead" y/n said, finally having enough air to form words, still in his arm with a smile on her face, indulging him on another deep kiss. "Let's seal the deal then."

Sukuna finally got to fulfill his need, y/n was back on his chair late in the afterhours of the night. He finished free handing another of his designs he showed her the night before, the outline of her sleeve, with the Cerberus foxes he created just for her.

Y/n was standing in front of his full body mirror, examining the very delicate lines of his marker. His arms snaked around her waist, Sukuna could watch her admire his art for eternity.

"You look so beautiful in it" he simply stated, looking at their reflection he could only note her beauty. Y/n looked beautiful, beautiful on her own, beautiful in his tattoos, beautiful in his arms.

"Your art is probably the most beautiful thing I've seen, but you too are a close competitor" her voice crystal clear, she managed to make a faint pink dust his cheeks. Sukuna wasn't one to take compliments, but from her? He could listen to her little praises all day. "Now, now get your ass back on this chair, you're not getting out of this"

"I didn't plan to anyway."

Bonus Domain shenanigans: Megumi had the pleasure of opening up the very next morning, what the hell happened here, he was about to call the cops when he saw Sukuna looking scruffy and sleep deprived, emerge from the back room, same pants and undone dress shirt as the night before. "What the hell" was all that he could say. Sukuna was thankful he let y/n out the back just so they could both avoid the embarrassment that was to come.

"What happened here?" Geto asked the moment he came through the door, although he already knew, Sukuna was predictable. "Nothing happened" Sukuna groaned trying to get them to shut up, he just needed some coffee. He disappeared in the back again.

"yeah sure, 'nothing happened' does he think we're stupid or something" Gojo said to Nanami, who already had a headache and he hasn't been in for 15 minutes yet. "Stop it already nothing happened" Sukuna said, coming out in the front to order a coffee. Gojo stared at him, walked closer to him and began laughing straight to his face, "fuck you're laughing at?" Sukuna was confused

"Next time, clean the lipstick off your face and neck." Nanami chuckled while Gojo continued to laugh at Sukuna's frustration.

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turtle-go-brrrr · 4 years ago

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4 times Leonardo was a dork and the time he wasn’t

Heya! I adore the "strong stoic character does something embarrassing or dumb" trope, and Leo has been left behing from that one. Also, my fervent Leo Simp Friend said these were all good ideas and I trust his judgment completely, so it's also for him. Enjoy, you Dork-ass Looser (affectionate) @weird-flex-but-ok

I have one of these "4 times ______ and 1 time ______" stories for each of them, I just got really inspired by him all of a sudden. But they're coming!

There might be a few typos here and there, but I really don't wanna wait any longer to post it :3

Requested: No

Pairing: None, platonic

Word count: 2500 +

Triggers: cursing, injuries, blood, intrusion

Summary: You were always sort of intimidated by the leader in blue, but a series of events shows you he might not be as serious as he wants you to think.

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First time

It took you a while to get along with all of them.

Not because you didn't trust them, or because they made it difficult, and certainly not because they're mutants. You're just not that good with new people, and you tend to shy away. Especially when you have New York's heroes in front of you.

So yeah. It took a while. But soon enough, you warmed up to your new friends, and you had a great time. Mikey was the first who made you feel welcomed, always asking questions about you and insisting you came to the lair in the first place. Donnie followed soon, after you started asking about what he was working on. It took a bit more work to get closer to Raph, but it turns out sarcasm was the way to go.

If only their leader was as approachable.

He never made you feel unsafe or unwelcomed, don’t get me wrong, he just kept a professional distance with you, which started to become quite painful as time went on. You tried not to take it personally, thinking he maybe was as shy as you were.

You had time anyway.

It was early in the evening when you made your way to the lair. For the first time since you met the turtles, you went there alone. You were a little nervous, thinking you might get lost in the maze of tunnels under the city, but figured you could just call someone if anything happened. Lucky for you, you found your way to your friend’s place, but not without hustle.

As you entered, you realized it was uncharacteristically quiet. The only sounds you could here were the faint music and the not so faint curses from Donatello’s lab. The smart decision seemed to be leave him alone, which is exactly what you did.

You haven’t been here long enough to know where to find the others, and as you didn’t exactly felt like staying alone in the living space, you tried finding your way to the dojo, as it was one of the other places you knew well.

Of course, now you got lost. Venturing into the sewers was fine, but walking into your friend's home wasn't, apparently.

You found something else, however. This particular tunnel led to a room you could identify as someone's room. You could see the large bed in the middle of the room, a small table with a bottle of water, a book, and a makeshift alarm. A set of twin swords were hanging on the right wall, just above a small bookshelf.

On your left was another table with a (healthy, you noted) bonsai tree, and next to that was Leonardo, facing a mirror. He had his right arm lifted up to his head, and was looking right to you through the mirror.

He looked absolutely horrified.

What the fuck.

He slowly rubbed his face in his hands, let out a long sigh, and turned to you, more tense than you've ever seen him. He cleared his throat as you pince your lips in a thin line to hold back a smile.

"Hello, Y/N. I... didnt think you'd come in so early."

Despite the badly lit room, you can see him bite the inside of his cheek.

"Yeah, uh, I didnt mean to... interrupt you," you say. Your voice is slightly shaking as it takes all of your willpower not to burst out laughing. And he definitely notices.

"You didn't! I uh, wasn't doing anything anyway. So, tell me- what brings you to the lair?" He asks, avoiding your eyes.

"Oh, Mikey invited me, he said I wasnt allowed to skip on movie night. You know how strong willed he is," you smirks, unable to handle it much longer.

Stiff as a board, you see the corner of his mouth twitching and hear him whisper, "... I wasn't flexing."

Silence.

You snort laugh hard enough to choke on it as you quickly turn around to hold yourself against the wall, the insanity of the situation crashing on you. Leo sat at the foot of his bed, head in his hands, and you could see him shake in repressed laughter once you wiped your tears away.

You sit next to him after finally calming down from the hysteria. He sighs, straightens his back and gives you a side glance.

"I'm not judging."

"You're still laughing, though."

"Yeah, but like, I guess I just wasn't expecting that. Still not judging."

He nods, still smiling. His voice is at least 3 octaves higher when he asks, "Please, don't tell the others."

"And what, give them the privilege of knowing about your little... ritual? Nah, don't worry about it."

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Second time

The second time your assumptions about the leader were subverted happended only two weeks after the... incident.

You had invited the whole crew to your place for the very first time, and they were all excited to come. You made a copious dinner: a few veggie cakes, chicken wings and a bowl of roasted potatoes. They were supposed to bring the drinks and movies, and April and Casey were in charge of the desert.

A perfect night, it seemed.

And it would have been if they could decide what to watch first without jumping at each other's throats.

"You guys need to grow up."

"Leave me out of thi-"

"Donnie's suggesting Velocipastor of all things and you think we need to grow up? Come on, Y/N, I thought you were better than that."

"Okay, first of all, how dare you. And second, this movie's a masterpie-"

"Yeah, because everyone knows that his supremior intellect means he's the only one who gets to choose a dumb movie. Why won't you guys watch Sharknado?"

"Supremior isn't a word. And it's because unlike you, peasants, I have taste." A devilish smile creeps up Donnie's face. The bastard is doing it on purpose.

"Peasants?!"

"You ugly-ass son of a-"

"Hey! Leave Dad out of this!"

"We could watch Shrek instead?"

You decided to go get some glasses in the kitchen, leaving the children to their stupid fight. Searching through your cupboard, you hear a crashing sound, quickly followed by utter and complete silence.

Oh no.

In insight, leaving them alone was maybe not the best idea. You were reconsidering bringing glasses into the mess as you made your way to the origin of the sound. And what a mess it was.

Your friends were all expressing shock in some way, Casey (surprisingly) being the most dramatic of them all with his hands right in front of his face and his jaw hanging open. They were all looking back and forth between you and another direction near the table.

The really cool bowl that held the delicious potatoes you made was broken on the floor. There was glass and potatoes everywhere, but the biggest shards were in a neat pile, right behind Leonardo, who looked like a deer in headlights.

"... nothing happended."

"I'm... starting to think it's a habit of yours," you say as you watch him not so discretely try to hide the broken pieces behind his foot.

"Look, if you keep putting your foot in there you're gonna hurt yourself. Just, step away a bit, will you?"

"I'm sorry I broke it. Let me help you clean up, I don't want you to cut yourself."

"It's okay! Don't touch it, I'll get a bag," you say as he starts to gather the biggest shards.

Won't even listen for one second, will he?

Raph was already picking up the untouched potatoes to put them in the plates on the table, and April went to the kitchen with you to retrieve the bag and cleaning supplies.

"Ew, Mikey don't eat that."

"Thirty seconds rule, baby."

"It's five seconds, you moron. And it's way over thirty anyway. Spit it out."

The rest of the night went on without further issues, but Leo still looked apologetic during the movie. Which is probably why he was standing before you as his brothers were leaving.

"Thank you for the evening. And I'm... sorry again for the bowl."

"Hey it's okay, man. Don't worry about it. As long as no one gets hurt it's not that big of a deal."

"I'll get you a new one." He doesn't wait for your answer and ruffles your hair before taking off.

"Text me when you guys get home!" You scream into the night, hoping one of them heard you.

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Third time

It's surprisingly easy to mess with Fearless.

You were in the living room, getting your ass beat on Mario Kart by Mikey, when you decided to take a break for your stomach (and ego)’s sake. You made your way to the kitchen, where Leo and Raph were in a heated discussion. Raph looked

“I’m telling you, 4 inches is too small. What do you get from 4 inches ? Nothing. But 10 inches ? It really makes you feel something.”

…

What?

You looked down on the table and saw multiple ingredients lined up on the table, with a long piece of bread on the side.

Oh, sandwiches. Got it.

Leo’s back was facing you, but Raph gave you a knowing glance, one that said ‘do it’. So, you did. Not without a smirk, first.

“Oh, wow, Leo ! I didn’t think you’d be so open about that kind of conversations.” You open the fridge, hoping you can hide your smile behind the door.

“What ? What do you m-” His face falls. Raph starts chuckling next to you and it looks like Leo’s brain is rebooting.

“I mean, I’m not judging. You do you, buddy, I’m happy for you. Just surprised you choose lunch time to talk about it.” And in other circumstances, you’d mean every word. But right now, messing with your friend is too good to pass on.

“No, hold on- I didnt mean- It’s not what you think ! I’m talking about sandwiches !” He tries to show you the ingredients currently on the table, but Raph decides it’s time to join the fun.

“Lying isn’t vey Bushido of you, Honor Boy,” he winks at you and you can’t repress a giggle.

He puts his face in his hands, knowing very well that the both of you ganged up on him but unable to save face. He just smiles, goes back on his chair and hides his head in his arms, hoping you won’t see how embarassed you made him.

“Hey, you like what you like. Have fun with your sandwiches.” You give him an innocent smile, pat him twice on the shoulder, and join Mikey back on the couch with a plate of grapes.

You could hear Raph’s light chuckle from the kitchen.

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Fourth time

Mornings are hard.

And they’re even worse when you spent the whole night sewing an arm back together after a sword gave it a nasty cut. And getting glass shards off of your friend’s shell. And putting a bone back in it’s rightful place after a particularly bad fall.

Yeah. Long night. And a tense one, too.

Because with the physical pain came the chock and residual fears, the anger and blaming. Everyone was stil on guard, and all that tension was exhausting. You barely slept, too worried that one of your friend’s state would degrade if you didn’t keep an eye on them at all times. Which didn’t really help you get the rest you needed.

If you were hoping the morning would be kinder on all of you, you quickly realized that it was a mistake. While, luckily for the turles, the mutagen was already healing their physical wounds, the emotional exhaustion of the previous night was still heavy. Of all of your conscious friends, not one dared break the eerie silence.

It was weird, seeing them like this. But you couldn’t force yourself to say anything, strangely scared of what could happen. You resumed to making breakfast for everyone and bringing clean towels to the still sleeping feverish turtle in the medbay. Splinter and Mikey were at the kitchen table, quietly accepting your offering, when Leo came into the room from the medbay.

He was still half asleep, and in his drowsiness didn’t see the wall he accidentally ran into.

“Oh, sorry. Didn’t see you there.”

Everyone turned to Leo, who it took a solid minute of staring blindly at the wall to realize what just happened.

Donnie was the first to laugh. It didn’t take long for april and Mikey to join, soon followed by Splinter affectionately patting his son’s arm. Leo smiled and shook his head, as their lighthearted laugh was contagious.

The leader in blue was more of a goofball than what you first expected, and you were grateful for it in the fading tensions of the morning.

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One time he wasn't

When someone intrudes your home, especially at 4 am when you were sleeping in the next room, a lot of things go through your head.

Did they take anything?

Yes. Your bag with your wallet, some cash, your credit card, your ID, and a few fidelity cards from various stores. Your laptop. A set of keys. That one blanket Raph made you (probably to carry everything without making too much noise).

Why you?

Why not? Your apartment isn't isolated, but it's not exactly on a main street either. It was probably practical for them.

Were they armed?

Who knows. Maybe. Maybe not. Probably. Statistically, most likely.

What could have happened if you had tried to confront them?

A lot of things. Maybe, if you let them know you were awake and knew what was going on, without necessarily confronting them, it would have been enough to make them run away. Or maybe there were multiple armed people, and they wouldn't hesitate to use force if necessary.

Who knows.

Can the police find this person?

Statistically? No. At least, that's what Casey told you when you asked him. Unless they got really lucky, they won't find anything.

Or at least the stuff they stole?

Again, unlikely. Unless they can trace your laptop back to the guy, or someone can give a physical description and a direction, there's not a lot they can do.

What can you do now?

Call your bank. And your insurance. And your landlord. Let them know what happened and follow their directive, they'll guide you through their procedure and help you soften the blow.

Casey was the first person you called when you woke up this night, and he was at your place within minutes with two other colleagues (the closest he could find). He spent the rest of the night reassuring you, helping you with the phone calls, asking around for witnesses, but nothing.

It's weird, feeling unsafe for the first time in a place you had called Home for years. It's disturbing. You can feel the nausea your anxiety is giving you, and a headache starts to grow at the back of your skull.

You don't really like this feeling.

So when your turtle friends dropped by the next evening without telling you and you welcomed them with a swing of your favorite pan, let's just say reactions were split.

"I can hack into your computer to find its location if you want. Wouldn't be the first time."

"What?"

"What? I mean, I didn't do it for your location last time. I know all about your search history, though."

"We're gonna have a talk about boundaries and privacy once we're done dealing with that," you sigh. You crash down on the couch next to your friend and mindlessly watch him work.

Leo comes up to you and gently nudges your shoulder. "Hey, do you have a toolbox somewhere? We brought locks to put on your door and windows. You know, just in case."

You nod, quiet, and lead him to your room where you keep most of the most useful stuff you own, including but not limited to a toolbox and a first aid kit.

Your movements were almost mechanical as you retrieved the box and handed it to him, and you decided to help him put up the locks to keep your mind occupied.

He was concerned. You looked like you were still in choc, which he could completely understand. Getting robbed is awful in itself, but getting robbed while you're sleeping in the next room? Horrific, in his mind.

He was also furious. He couldn't be there for you. This person had the nerves to go after his friend, and what if you got hurt? He wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

He noticed he was staring when your eyes met his.

"Hey. We're gonna do whatever we can to find them. We're also gonna focus our patrols in your neighborhood for at least a few weeks, until you feel better," he puts a hand on your shoulder. "It's gonna be okay Y/N. Trust me."

You look up to him, and when you look into his eyes, you know he means it. You let your head fall against his plastron as he holds you against him, a silent promise for safety.

"Hey shorty," Raph pulls his head into the crack of the door to address you. "Wanna learn how to fight? I can turn you into a death machine."

You heard the faint "Raph, what the fuck" coming from Mikey who was still in the living room.

You gave a small laugh as you got up, Leo following you closely to the living room.

"Hey! Fighting isn't for everyone. But I could make you a really cool taser, if you want."

"What's with you and tasers?"

"They're efficient."

The bell ringed and April came in holding 4 boxes of pizza, that Mikey assisted her with as soon as she set a foot inside.

You looked around at your friends as April brandished the pizzas like a trophy while Raph and Donnie went back and forth trying to decide who, between man power and electricity, would win in a fight.

And you realized that yes, Leo was right.

It's gonna be okay.

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marvel-and-mischief · 4 years ago

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Purple Carnations

Part of my Floriography Series

Pairing: Pero Tovar x F!Reader Words: 1700 Warnings: eating meat, preparing dead rabbits for eating, nudity but not sexual, a swear word Synopsis: You come across an angry stranger bathing in the river

Purple Carnations: capriciousness

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The setting sun could be seen through the thin gaps between the trees, casting shadows throughout the woods you were standing in. Birds were settling into their nests with their chicks and dogs were howling in the distance as you trod silently over roots and tried to stay clear of crisp leaves and twigs that would alert anyone, or anything, to your presence.

You fingered the bow in your hand, clenching and unclenching your hand around the wood and feeling the weight in preparation of its use. The few arrows in the quiver on your back slid against each other when you moved too quickly, it reminded you that you needed to make more after tonight.

The only other sound you could hear was that of the river running along the edge of the woods. The water was calm and you ventured closer in the hope that an animal was taking a drink. It would be an easy catch, you’d be able to get back home before the sky turned dark and the wolves began to roam the area. Luck was rarely on your side but what you saw was more than unlucky, it was downright cruel.

A man was bathing in the shallow end of the river, back facing you and his bottom half, fortunately, concealed underneath the water. You were unable to take your eyes off the silver scars that lined his skin and tense muscles that flexed under his movements. And his hands, they were scarily large as they carded through black, wet hair, and it brought you out of your embarrassing state when you thought of this man noticing you spying on him and using those hands in punishment.

You felt yourself flush and in your haste to quickly disappear unnoticed your foot caught on a wayward tree branch, causing you to squeak in surprise and reach out to steady yourself against a large rock.

“Hey you!” came an angry shout from the river and you knew you had been caught. You spun back around to see the man facing you, his teeth clenched and face twisted into a furious scowl. “You think you can spy on me you -“

“Spy on you?” you scoffed in retaliation, suddenly feeling brave in the face of a man that could definitely beat you in a physical fight. You pulled an arrow out of your quiver and notched it into your bow but kept the weapon lowered, a precaution incase he came towards you. You had the high ground and a weapon that could reach him from afar and that gave you the confidence to answer back. “You must think very highly of yourself, Sir, if you think I was spying on you.”

“Then what were you doing?” He eyed his clothes that sat in a bundle a few feet from where you stood. You caught a shine of silver in amongst the fabrics and you knew immediately that he wasn’t worried about his dignity, he was keeping an eye on the weapons concealed at the bottom of the pile.

“I am looking for my supper,” you wiggled the bow in your hand and gave him a look that said ‘isn’t it obvious?’, “you shouldn’t be here.”

“Says who? You?” he sneered, crossing his arms over his chest as if he only just realised he was naked in front of you.

“Yes, says me,” you huffed in frustration.

The man grumbled something under his breath but didn’t move.

“I saw some deer on my route here, a mile that way,” the man pointed in the opposite direction to which you came, “I will be gone by the time you get back.”

Part of you felt bad for making such a fuss about this stranger being here, you didn’t own these woods after all, but the other part of you knew that you couldn’t trust strangers travelling through the path you frequently used and was so close to your home.

You paused a little too long and the mans patience was wearing thin.

“Or you can stay here and continue to watch me bathe,” he growled, and you heard the underlying threat in his words: when I am finished here, I will fight you.

“If I see you again I will not hesitate to let my arrow fly towards you.”

“My knife will be in your back before you get the chance.”

You rolled your eyes at his quip, not willing to argue that an arrow can fly quicker than a knife or that you knew you were closer to his weapons than he was, and left to find your supper.

You hear his frustrated grunts before you see him. You crept closer to see the man you had stumbled upon in the river just the day before, struggling to light a fire. The sparks he was trying to create weren’t enough to light the kindling he’d bundled together in front of him, and the more he became annoyed the more he was hitting his thumb rather than the flint in his hand.

You noticed the dead rabbits at his feet and subconsciously licked your lips. Maybe you could both help each other out this night.

“Do you need a fire?” Your question had him pulling his sword from his belt and pointing it in your direction which was, fortunately, far enough away that he couldn’t hurt you with it.

“I am beginning to think you are not just a pain in my ass but also a bad omen,” the man lowered his sword slowly once he recognised who you were.

“I think this is rather good luck actually,” you countered with a small smirk. You crossed your arms and leaned against a tree just as a rumble of thunder sounded overhead.

“What do you want?”

“You have food, I have fire, we should work together to not go hungry another night.”

“No luck with the deer?”

You shook your head sadly. This man hadn’t been lying, when you reached the area he had told you about there was plenty of evidence of the animals having been there, but there had also been proof of people, other hunters that had gotten there first.

The man seemed to be thinking seriously on your offer, looking forlornly at the piece of flint and metal in his hand. Another crash of thunder had him making up his mind.

“We have a deal,” the man picked up his belongings, along with the rabbits, and motioned for you to lead the way.

“It is only fair you share what you caught in my part of the woods,” you failed to hide the humor in your tone but it had the desired effect. The man huffed next to you.

“I do not see anywhere that states these are your woods,” he mumbled loud enough for you to hear. The rabbits in his hand swung into your leg annoyingly, and you were sure he was doing it on purpose.

“What is your name?” you asked just as your cottage was coming into sight over the hill.

“Pero.”

You told him your name and walked the rest of the way in silence.

Your cottage was small, only one room with a bed in the corner and a fire that took up most of one wall. Baskets scattered the floor holding everything you had foraged from the woods, mushrooms and berries, plants for medicines, vegetables from your garden.

You headed straight to the fireplace to get it started but kept one eye on your new acquaintance as you got to work.

Pero was studying your little cottage from where he awkwardly stood by your door. With your foot you pushed a stool in front of the fire.

“Sit, get comfortable, ready the rabbits for the fire.”

You thought by giving his something useful to do he would feel more comfortable, and it worked for a while. He skinned the animals and placed them on the metal spit you passed to him and then hooked them over the fire.

“Why does your husband not hunt for you?”

The question took you by surprise. It was obvious you were the only person who lived in this cottage, the bed only big enough for one, hunting for your own food, and bringing him back to your cottage was more than enough confirmation that you were not married.

“Because he does not exist,” you replied bluntly.

Pero reached out to turn the rabbits around but said no more.

“Why does your wife not keep you in check?”

Pero’s dark eyes glared at you.

“She does not exist.”

You pretended to nod thoughtfully, only to receive a huff of laughter from your usually moody friend.

“You are not from this land.”

A thoughtful look crossed Pero’s features as he turned his attention back to the fire.

“I have not belonged to any land for a long time.”

There was a sadness to his tone that you couldn’t help but pity. You hid it well, you didn’t think he would appreciate pity from a stranger.

“Why are you here?”

“Looking for work. You ask a lot of questions.”

“You are the first person I have spoken to in months.”

You found yourself opening up to Pero over supper. He listened in genuine interest as you showed him the many plants you had found in the woods, telling him what each of them did for different ailments. He told you about someone he once knew who could wield a bow better than anyone. You argued with him then, promising to demonstrate what a great shot you were the next time you went hunting. However it went unspoken whether Pero would be sticking around to see that.

You were nervous to go to sleep that evening. Pero was your only friend in a long while and you had a feeling he would be gone by morning. Pero mistook your nerves for his presence in your home, so he crossed the room in a couple of strides and handed you his dagger.

“So you feel safe with me here,” he explained and moved to make himself comfortable in front of the door, covered in a blanket you had given to him.

Pero watched you lit up in the dying flames of the fire, a content smile on his lips as your breathing evened out and you fell asleep. He was undecided whether or not to leave before sunrise, but for now he would fall into the best nights sleep of his life.

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The Cafe Pt.2 (Rewritten Barista)

OMG I’m back with the shitty Kamilah fanfiction! I haven’t written for a while - let alone for this series since I took a writing hiatus to focus on my classes so hopefully there aren’t any plot holes and the fic doesn’t suck ass. I’m slowly getting back into my writing but I still have finals (Up until next April 28) but after finals I will be writing more consistently and will finish my current series and WIPs (I will post my WIPs list soon so I can hold myself accountable and also keep track of what I need to work on).

Pairing: Kamilah x MC (Amy)

Word Count: 3682 words (I am trying to write longer fics but I prefer quality > length so I will post when the chapter feel right however I aim for this series chapters to be between 3500-4500 words each)

Taglist: (I know it’s been a while so if you’d like to be removed from the taglist just let me know - I promise it won’t hurt my feelings that being said if you’d like to be added to the taglist for just this series, my Kamilah x MC taglist or my perma tag - please let me know I’ll be happy to add you if I remember to even tag) @samanthadalton @beautifulandorganized @cloud9in @kwaj115 @hellyeah90sbaby @shows-simp-card @witchesplayatnight

Part I

“It’s...sweet and comforting,” her voice was soft as she spoke, Amy’s cheeks turning very red, “like you.”

Amy felt on cloud nine, her eyes glued to Kamilah as she watched her walk to her car and speed away like some rich movie character. Amy closed her eyes, replaying the entire scene over and over until the soft jingle of the bell startled her. Zig walked in, his shoulders drooped low as he carried a large duffel bag in his hand as his backpack slung over his shoulder.

“You look like shit Zig.” Amy jested before walking to him and taking the duffel bag from him, both of them laughing lightly.

“I guess the tides have changed since we went to Hartfeld yeah?” Amy snickered at Zig’s comment, recalling the time she and her friends had gotten so wasted they streaked through the quad only to be caught by the dean on their way back.

“I assume you’re leaving after your shift?” Amy placed his bag down and tossed him his apron, both of them moving to the front counter as Zig examined the cafe.

“Yeah, we aren’t technically leaving until tomorrow morning but Kaitlyn wanted to run over some of the more technical things with us. I could probably convince them to let you come, you’d definitely spice things up.” Zig waved his hands in the air and stuck his tongue out as Amy tried to glare at him, before breaking into laughter.

“And who would watch the cafe? The pigeons? Lily?”

“You’re right, I still feel bad about leaving on such short notice-”

“I’ve got this Zig, trust.” Amy held her head proud as Zig rolled his eyes, making sure Amy saw him. “Jerk.” She nudged his shoulder as a tall handsome man walked in, it took Amy and Zig a moment to realize who he was as he adjusted his tie.

“Adrian Raines? CEO of Raine’s corporations?” Zig’s head perked up as he approached the register, his suit was a steel grey, his hair a dark brown that resembled a fresh cup of coffee and his smile was so comforting and infectious Amy couldn’t help but smile at him.

“You must be Zig,” Adrian reached a hand forward, his teeth were so perfect, so straight and white he could have been in a toothpaste commercial, “and you must be Amy. Kamilah recommended this place. More specifically she recommended your special coffee. I had to come see for myself - she said if she had ordered one for me, it wouldn’t have made it to my office.” His voice was soothing, comforting and satisfying - Amy wanted him to read a bedtime story to her.

Amy’s eyes widened as she felt butterflies in her stomach, her palms growing sweaty as she smiled back at Adrian, his deep brown eyes very similar to Kamilah’s without the intensity. Zig gently tapped her shoulder, nodding towards the coffee machine as he rang Adrian’s drink up.

“Oh! Right!” Amy hustled, she was excited that she had two major CEOs trying her special coffee, it was a subtle flex that she found satisfaction in. She leaned back on the counter as the coffee slowly spilled out of the brewer, the strong smell prompting Adrian to turn for a moment before continuing the conversation with Zig. Amy took a moment to take him in, after all, not everyone gets to be within such a close proximity to a major CEO. Amy hadn’t noticed how muscular he was, his posture was so irritatingly straight, his hands were smaller than she expected and she tried not to laugh upon that discovery. His hair was slickly combed back, and his eyelashes were longer than Amy’s and his body complex was just muscular enough to be seen through the curves of his suit but not so muscular as to resemble Dwayne Johnson.

“This is a solid set up you’ve got for yourself Zig, you should be proud.” Adrian adjusted his tie to be straighter as Zig rolled his shoulders back with a proud smile on his face.

“It took a lot of work but it’s...something I have wanted since college. I’m sure you understand that feeling since you do run one of the leading technology companies in the world, not even just the United States.” Zig folded his hands into his arms as Adrian turned with a soft gaze, a twinkle in his eyes that Amy couldn’t quite put a pin on.

“Well I’ve had years to grow and create a base for myself, with the connections I have in other industries it was really only a matter of money and finding the right people to work with me.”

“How long did it take you?” Amy finished his coffee off with a generous serving of caramel and stirred it gently as Adrian blinked at her.

“A long time, I’m much older than I look.” He laughed and Amy couldn’t help but question why he was so vague, he was only 28 years old according to google.

“You don’t look a day over 22.” Zig interjected as Adrian and Amy held each other’s gaze, Amy couldn’t help but question his eyes, there was something he wasn’t letting on and she could feel it in her stomach. She handed him the coffee and watched his expression change as the warm liquid met his lips.

“I can see why Kamilah was so intrigued, this has to be one of the best drinks I’ve ever had.” Adrian’s phone rang with drumming that sounded like it was from a revolutionary war movie.

“Strange ringtone.” Amy remarked prompting Adrian to smile and shake his head.

“I love the revolutionary war, the fight for freedom will always be an admirable one.” He smiled at Amy before turning to Zig, “I need to head back to my office but I’ll be sure to invest in this cafe of yours, and for you Amy. Thank you.” He reached into his pocket and handed Amy what appeared to be $300.

“No wait it was just a cup of coffee!” Amy tried to shove the money back into his hand but Adrian had already dashed out of the door, leaving Zig stunned with a smile and Amy baffled. “What the fuck. I will never understand rich people Zig.”

“I mean hey, it’s a good tip and you need the money Amy. Now, about you watching the cafe, are you really sure you can handle it alone? It’s a tall order.” Zig furrowed his brows as he scanned the empty cafe, his hand reassuringly placed on Amy’s shoulder.

“It would actually be a venti order, but I’m sure. You need a break buddy, I can see it in your eyes and you should be there for Kaitlyn and her band.” Amy placed her hand over Zig’s as two women walked through the cafe doors.

“Alright then, now let’s finish the day.” Zig returned to the register as Amy began fixing the women’s orders.

The day passed by slower than usual, Amy kept replaying her interactions with Adrian over in her mind, with Kamilah’s earlier remark fading as Amy questioned Adrian’s shadiness.

“That could not have gone by slower.” Zig let out a long sigh and Amy watched the tension leave his broad shoulders as he locked the front door. “After today I don’t have any more doubts about that trip, I need a break.”

“That’s all I’ve been saying dumbass, go on. You need to pack and I can clean up here tonight.” Amy joked as Zig looked around nervously.

“Amy this place is a mess, we were so much busier. I can’t leave you to do this by yourself.” Zig reached for the disinfectant wipes as Amy smacked his hand.

“Get out of here and go pack or you’re straight.” Amy wiggled her brows at Zig who took a step back.

“Oh fuck off. All the tips from today are yours though. You take all the tips or you’re a vampire lover.” Zig winked at Amy who rolled her eyes and pointed towards the door. Zig stopped and patted her shoulder on his way out.

“Thank you so much Amy. I’m glad you’re working here and I’m glad we were able to reconnect.” Zig and Amy shared a nod in silence before Zig left the messy cafe to Amy.

“Now it’s just me I guess. Time to play some music.” Amy smiled and pulled her speaker out of her backpack, putting “Sit Next to Me” by Foster the People on and showly shaking her torso to the beat. She held the broom in her hands and started sweeping to the beat of the song, her head shaking to the rhythm as she sang her heart out. She finished sweeping the floor and began washing the blenders and wiping down the counters, stopping every five minutes to dance to the chorus of whatever upbeat song was playing.

“She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts. She’s cheer captain and I’m-” Amy swung her hips around, the washcloth in her hands flying through the air as she swayed her head back and forth like a teenage girl.

“On the bleachers, dreaming bout the day when you wake up and find that what you’re looking for has been here the whole time.”

Amy froze like a deer in headlights as she turned to see where the voice came from - Kamilah was standing in the doorway with her arms crossed and a very amused look on her face as Amy slowly lowered her arms in embarrassment.

“How much of that did you see?”

“Oh no don’t let me interrupt you, please keep going.” Kamilah smirked and Amy felt a rush of adrenaline run through her. Instead of stopping and apologizing, she found herself hitting the play button and continued singing and dancing like Kamilah wasn’t even there.

“If you could see that I’m the one who understands you! Been here all along so why can’t you seeeeeeee, you belong with meeeee!”

“Standing by and waiting at your backdoor, all this time how could you not know babyyyy? You belong with meeee.” Amy blinked as Kamilah sang with her, the woman's voice was stunning and left Amy speechless as their eyes met in the dim cafe lighting. The way Kamilah’s voice sounded in combination with the low and heated gaze she had on Amy, it felt like she was just reading her thoughts out loud. In a flash Kamilah was standing in front of Amy, their bodies so close Amy could feel the woman’s warmth and smell her sweet scent as the music faded and Amy lost herself in Kamilah’s brown eyes.

“You belong with me. Have you ever thought...just...maybe...” Kamilah’s voice slowed from a singing tone to a low whisper, she leaned close as the song came to its end, Amy couldn’t help but sing back to her.

“You belong with me?” She knew it came out shakily, the subtle smirk on Kamilah’s face said it all as they stayed locked in the moment. Amy knew they weren’t just singing to Taylor Swift’s new album, it was unspoken words between the two of them that neither had the courage to previously say. Amy felt her heart speed up, her palms growing sweaty as she waited to see if Kamilah would sing back to her or not.

“You belong with me.” Kamilah leaned forward to kiss Amy, both of their eyes fluttering shut as the music stopped and time came to a slow. Amy wrapped her arms around the woman’s shoulders as their lips almost met, before Amy’s ringtone blared from her backpack causing Kamilah and Amy to jolt apart.

Amy rushed over to check the call, scanning the screen and reading Lily’s name made her less annoyed that her almost kiss was interrupted, but still not happy.

“Hey Lil what’s up? Oh yeah, I’m sorry I let Zig get out early so he could pack so I’m not gonna be home til late tonight. I’m so sorry. Yeah. Oh that’s good, I’m glad! You can def tell me about it later. Yeah? Oh yes I gotcha, I’ll venmo you for the rent once I hang up. Yeah okay goodnight Lil.”

Amy hung up the phone and opened her venmo, sending Lily the $550 for rent, completely ignoring the fact Kamilah had made her way close to her again. As soon as she put her phone back in her bag, Kamilah turned her back around to face her, the woman’s eyes sparkling in the soft lighting that surrounded them.

“Kamilah, how did you get in here? We’re technically closed and Zig-” Amy was silenced by Kamilah dangling what appeared to be a copy of the cafe key.

“I helped Zig fund this cafe, I can come and go as I please, I just prefer to make his life easy and stay out of his way. He said you might’ve needed help cleaning up tonight since you let him go, so I came to help you clean, but instead I found you giving a world tour with no audience.”

Amy felt a blush crawl up her face, her heart pounding so loudly it rang in her ears as she felt Kamilah’s hand on her arm. She pulled her eyes away from Kamilah’s, unsure of if it was because she was embarrassed, scared, flustered or a combination of all three. Kamilah gently placed her index finger under the girl’s chin, softly pulling her to meet her gaze as she spoke slowly.

“You don’t have to kiss me Amy,” her voice was comforting and lacked the iciness it usually carried, “just say the word and I won’t come to the cafe while you’re here alone.”

“Kamilah...I...it’s not that...it’s just...” Amy stuttered but leaned forward, unable to reach Kamilah’s lips because of her height. Kamilah leaned down, tracing her index finger over Amy’s throat as their lips softly met. Kamilah slowly took Amy’s lower lip in her mouth, sucking on it and prompting a soft moan to escape Amy’s mouth as she draped herself into Kamilah’s arms. Minutes passed by as their mouths remained locked together, only pulling apart so they could finish cleaning.

“Come on Amy, let’s get this place clean so you can get home.” Kamilah picked up the roll of paper towels and began drying the blenders and stacking them neatly to Amy’s surprise. Kamilah was a powerhouse, which was something Amy had expected from her since she radiated power like a goddess, but it was her ability to clean so damn thoroughly that confused Amy.

“Kamilah?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to sound rude or anything but-”

“How did I learn to clean so well for an extremely rich person?”

“Yeah.”

“I wasn’t always this wealthy, and I still prefer to clean my own penthouse since there’s certain ways I like my things placed and kept. The safest hands are our own and I like to be self reliant. Cleaning also makes me feel quite liberated and I keep valuable artifacts in my home that I wouldn’t feel comfortable letting anyone else touch.”

“Oh, that makes a lot of sense. Thank you.” Amy spoke softly as she wiped the last chair down and stacked it. She turned as Kamilah slid her blazer back on and leaned against the door. Amy slung her backpack over her shoulder and grabbed the leftover pastries from the counter but stopped on her way out as she noticed Kamilah waiting for her by the door.

“You don’t have to walk me home Kamilah.”

“It’s 1 am in New York. I wouldn’t let anyone walk home alone at this time, besides it’s safer and I don’t think Zig would forgive me if something happened to you.” Kamilah lowered her voice to a faint whisper that Amy could barely make out. “And I couldn’t forgive myself if I let something happen to you either.”

Amy felt sparks up her body as she let Kamilah hold the cafe door open for her, before they both turned to lock it.

“Well I’ll let you do that since you’re running this place for the next week.” Kamilah took a step back as Amy shakily locked the cafe up, letting out a relieved sigh. She started walking and felt comforted knowing Kamilah was with her, because she didn’t want to walk home alone in the dark despite her earlier remarks. They walked in silence, Kamilah staying close to Amy as they passed by the food bank, Amy tensing as she passed by the same alley that had haunted her ever since she saw glowing eyes that one time. She hastily made her way into the food bank, dropping the bag off with the receptionist and hurrying out the door to get back before anything else could freak her out.

“Kamilah, how do you know Adrian?” Amy asked as they walked away from the food bank towards Amy’s apartment.

“I handle Raines Corporations finances. Raines Corporation does all of their financing through Ahmanet Financial and so we’re good business partners but we found good friendship through the years.” There was something suspicious about the way Kamilah spoke, it gave Amy the same feeling when Adrian was asked about her age but she just could not put a pin on why she had this feeling. “Amy? Are you alright?”

“Oh yeah sorry, my mind went off on a tangent.” Amy stopped at the front of her apartment building, she turned to face Kamilah who basically glowed in the dark. The moonlight illuminated her features, her brown eyes shining brightly and her hair shimmering as Amy felt her breath catch in her throat. “Thanks for walking me home..not that I can’t handle myself but-”

“Of course Amy. See you tomorrow.” Kamilah smiled softly, placing a gentle kiss on Amy’s cheek before turning and disappearing into the streets, Amy sighing as she walked through the lobby, getting in the elevator and finally arriving at her apartment door.

“Hey Amy, how was work?” Lily sat up from the couch, putting her PS4 game on pause as Amy collapsed on the couch next to her.

“It was alright, I let Zig leave early so he could pack and I was cleaning and totally jamming out and Kamilah saw me but she joined me and we kissed…” Amy giggled as Lily squealed in excitement.

“OHMYGODD what was it like?” Lily perked up like a child ready for a bedtime story, her hands shaking as she waited for Amy to explain.

“Electric. God Lily I don’t even have words for it. My head was spinning and the world just fell away.” Amy swayed back and forth as Lily hugged her.

“Well maybe you’ll have a date with her soon. Oh, I made beignets tonight, they’re on the counter! Let me get you some!” Lily stood up and rushed away, returning quickly with a beautiful plate of freshly made beignets covered in powdered sugar.

“I swear you’re the best suitemate ever. Absolutely unparalleled.” Amy bit into one of the sweets, savoring the softness and sweetness of the perfect sweet treat. “God Lily this has to be your best recipe yet!”

“Girllll no way, I saw this recipe for key lime pie that I’m dying to try this week.” Lily exclaimed as she pulled up the recipe on her phone, Amy taking another beignet from the plate.

“You should go to a baking school or something Lily. Maybe open a bakery?” Amy suggested as Lily passionately explained the process of baking her favorite desserts. “Maybe you could bake for the cafe?”

“Nah, this is a hobby. I want to finalize my website for my computer business this week. But that’s a nice suggestion.” Lily stifled a yawn at the same time Amy did, both of them laughing at each other.

“Damn so we’re both two tired dumbasses. It’s 3 am...we should get some sleep.” Lily suggested as Amy realized she’d only be getting a few hours of sleep.

“You’re right. Do we have any energy drinks in the fridge though? I’m gonna need one before work.”

“Yeah I bought more redbull and monster so you can take your pick, but I’m gonna crash harder than windows so g’night Amy.” Lily shuffled to her room as Amy did the same - collapsing in her bed and savoring the few hours of sleep she was going to get.

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Amy arrived at the cafe 20 minutes before opening time, her bag in one hand and a redbull in the other as she unlocked the cafe. She put her bag down and started the opening process, the redbull slowly kicking in as the time passed by quickly. Just as she finished counting in on the register, the door jingled open and Kamilah stepped through the cafe doors.

“Good morning Amy.” She smiled at her with those perfectly straight teeth and that damn irresistible smile.

“Good morning Kamilah, here’s your coffee. Both ways.” Amy handed the cups to Kamilah, their fingers gently brushing during the exchange.

“Amy...about last night…” Kamilah spoke softly, gently, in a sweet voice that Amy never expected from her.

“Oh...did...you want to forget it?” Amy’s heart dropped, a deep pain forming in her stomach as she awaited Kamilah’s response.

“No. I...I enjoyed it a lot.” Kamilah’s tone changed from sweet and confident to a shy and lower voice - was she flustered?

“So did I...maybe...well if you have time tonight maybe we can do it again?” Amy suggested as she wiped the counter down.

“I’ll be here.” Kamilah smiled, their eyes meeting for a moment before the jingling of the door interrupted their moment. “See you later Amy.” Kamilah waved as she left the cafe.

The day passed by achingly slow, but eventually after several strange tik tok orders, a bunch of big wall street assholes and a few sweet customers the cafe was ready to close. Amy began cleaning the cafe, starting with just wiping the blenders clean as the door jingled, Amy turned and expected to see Kamilah - but it wasn’t Kamilah in the doorway.

#kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #mc x kamilah #bloodbound #kamilah the bloodqueen post #uhh i cant tell if i love or hate this fic #anyways so i'm going to draft remember me next but i also got a few one shot inspos #I will post remember me as soon as i can #i cannot control my creativity or inspo so i work on different wips as i get inspired for them #if that makes any sense?#like if i feel angsty i can write remember me #but if i feel fluffy or smutty then it doesnt pair well so my writing wont match #but i am going to finish these two series and then start my other AU's that i wanted to write #but expect a lot of one shots once my finals are done

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