#what the fuck is this pretty princess face

[merakidoll]

‧₊˚ warnings! : mostly bxb with reader vibing in the background with a vibrator :) just nasty smut.

“she so fuckin loud huh?” onyankopon whispered into connie’s ear as he fucked into him. the small hotel room, could have been as scene out of a porno. you rested in the small love seat, gagged and bonded. your arms and legs cuffed together while your pussy was in the cool air. the buzz from the bullet vibrator was loud. your juices dripping on the hard carpet with a soft splash.

still, your mouth was sore. tears, snot, and spit covering your face as you were close to reaching your second orgasm. “s-sound s’fuckin pretty” connie gritted, his hands clawing as the white comforter as his ony stretched him deliciously. he bit his pink lip staring at your wreaked from, pre cum oozing onto the already soaked blankets. “mmmh tight as shit con man” connie hmmed loudly in response, “fuckfuckfuckk” he sobbed chokingly as onyankopon angled himself to go deeper, and touch a spot inside of him.

“there it is” ony smirked, his toes curling in his socks, and balls slapping against connie’s skin. he bit his lip closing his eyes and embracing the sounds both of his lovers made. “o-ony man hold on!” looking down at him, ony’s dick jerked. connie’s new neon green hair shined with the bright light of the hotel room.

what was both men’s favorite part, was how your name was written beautifully in pink dye just above his ear - and on the side where your name was written in ony’s handwriting in red ink on his neck. “you feeling me con?” rasing him up so that his back was against his chest, ony slowed down his pumps. he used his free hand to grip connie’s jaw, and let a glob of spit fall onto his pierced tounge. ony enjoyed the tears that connie’s let out. how vulnerable only he could get connie - well other than you as well.

connie savored the flavor of ony. but it was shortly forgotten when the wind was taken from him as ony gripped his long curved cock jerking it, while still fucking into him. “h-hold on” connie tried moving away. his balls so heavy, and dick just leaking uncontrollable.

“naw.” onyankopon pushed his hand away. “watch our princess” with wet eyes, his orbs landed on you. a puddle on the floor, and wetness still gushing from you. you whimpered tiredly, your face a wet mess, but you looked so sexy. with just one look at you and a tight painful squeeze, connie let his load out onto the cover below. his incoherent curses went unfazed. ony keeping up in pleasure just untill connie’s knees went weak and he fell onto the bed.

slowly leaving his now agape hole, on shaky legs ony walked over to you. his cock bobbing with each step, broad tattooed chest glistening with sweat. he ignored his throbbing cock and undid the pink gag ball, making you let a moan out. “you’ve been so good mama. daddy has something for you.” removing the vibrator and throwing it somewhere he plunged into you, hands gripping the back of the seat. with one pump and you clenching ony filled your cunt up, looking back and connie and giving his a wink as he did so.

[tfwbluu]

・ SESSION #1 ・

pairing heeseung + sunghoon & f!reader 2191 words warnings mean!dom!hee & soft!dom!hoon threesome raw sex (stay safe!) oral (f & m rec.) double penetration (mouth & hole) degradation/praise fingering squirting cum eating(?) edging/overstimulation mirrors pwp

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Receiving the keycard, you muttered a quiet “thank you” before heading toward the room. The sound of your footsteps filled the hallway until you reached the door. After scanning the keycard, you heard the soft click of the lock. Gently pushing the door open, you stepped inside and were immediately enveloped by a moody, intimate atmosphere.

The dimly lit room enveloped you in, the faint scent of sandalwood lingering in the air as your eyes adjusted to your surroundings. It wasn’t just the lavish furniture or the provocative decor that made your face flush—it was the tension that seemed to thrum in the air.

“My, not only are you late, but you didn’t even notice us,” a low, teasing voice called out behind you. A pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, making you flinch in surprise.

“Let her be,” another voice chimed in, smoother and more relaxed. “We have a fifteen-minute late policy, and she’s here at the ten-minute mark.” Finally turning your head, you were met with Sunghoon’s sharp gaze and charming smirk.

“Hi there, sweetheart.” He moved to stand in front of you, his presence magnetic, forcing you to tilt your head up to meet his eyes.

Both men were barely dressed, wearing nothing but loose robes that hung lazily off their shoulders, revealing glimpses of their toned, sculpted stomachs. The slight gap in the fabric left just enough to ignite your imagination, making it impossible not to wonder what lay hidden beneath. Their casual yet careful display of skin made your pulse quicken, the room suddenly feeling warmer.

“We’re pleased to be at your service,” Sunghoon murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, making your breath hitch. “You should be more careful. Any later, and we might’ve pounced on you.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled shyly, feeling your cheeks burn. “I just got so caught up with work… It's tiring.” Your hands instinctively found their way into his hair, letting him continue to trail kisses along your neck.

“Hmm? That still doesn’t excuse such tardiness,” Heeseung teased from behind, his warm breath ghosting over your ear.

“Oh, shush. Give her a break—she looks exhausted,” Sunghoon countered, shooting him a pointed glance. “Isn’t that why we're here?”

“Hmph, my patience is wearing thin. Get over with it,” Heeseung demanded, his grip on you tightening.

“Don’t mind him, angel. May I?” Sunghoon whispered, his fingers already hovering over the buttons of your blouse, waiting for your permission.

You nodded softly, and with deft fingers, he began unbuttoning your blouse, revealing more of your skin to their hungry gazes. Sunghoon hummed in approval, his lips traveling down to your shoulders as Heeseung unclasped your bra with practiced ease, tossing it to the corner without a care.

“So pretty…” Sunghoon murmured, his voice low and reverent as his hands skimmed over your now-bare skin. “We’re going to have so much fun devouring you.” He tugged you gently into a kiss, his lips firm yet soft, leaving you dizzy.

“Mhm… p-please,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as their touch ignited a fire within you.

“Please what, angel?” Heeseung teased, his hands now fondling your sensitive nipples, rolling them between his fingers. “Use your words.”

“Please… fuck me,” you whined, your grip tightening on Sunghoon’s shoulders as desperation leaked into your voice.

“Say less, princess,” Sunghoon replied with a sly grin before scooping you up effortlessly into his arms, carrying you to the bed.

Sunghoon’s lips found yours the moment your back met the soft, plush sheets. His hands moved with practiced ease, skillfully unfastening your pants and slipping them off, leaving you in just your panties.

You let out a quiet, breathy moan against his lips, your body already reacting to his touch. The warmth of his hands, the way he kissed you—slow and deep—left you breathless. You felt the bed dip as Heeseung moved closer, breaking Sunghoon’s kiss with a commanding presence.

“Hoon, sit her on your lap,” Heeseung instructed, his tone low but firm. Sunghoon obeyed, pulling you onto his lap so your back was pressed snugly against his chest.

“Now,” Heeseung murmured, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips, “how about we teach you a lesson for being late?” His words sent a shiver through you as he leaned down, trailing soft kisses down your stomach until he reached the waistband of your panties. Without hesitation, he bit down on the fabric, tugging it down with his teeth, his eyes never leaving yours.

“Tsk, you’re already dripping,” Heeseung mocked, his hands spreading your legs apart, which Sunghoon eagerly held in place. His fingers hovered over your soaked folds, teasing you with featherlight touches that left you trembling.

“Hah… Please…” you whimpered, your voice desperate, a pout forming on your lips. “Need you so bad.”

“Mhm. Since you’re asking so nicely,” Heeseung mused, finally letting his fingers dip into your arousal, spreading it around before slowly pushing one, then two fingers into you.

“Fuck, yes—yes, right there,” you cried out, your head falling back against Sunghoon’s shoulder as Heeseung’s fingers curled inside you, hitting every perfect spot.

“Such a slutty little cunt,” Heeseung taunted, spitting on your pussy before moving his fingers faster, his thumb gently flicking over your clit. The sensation was overwhelming, your hips bucking involuntarily to meet his touch.

Your fingers clutched the sheets desperately, grasping for something—anything—as waves of sensation coursed through you. Sunghoon tilted your face toward him, his grip firm yet gentle, before capturing your lips in a heated, all-consuming kiss. He swallowed every desperate moan that spilled from you, deepening the connection, leaving you breathless and wanting more. His hands roamed your body, grounding you as Heeseung focused on driving you to the brink.

“P-please, I’m so close…” you mewled, your thighs trembling as the knot in your stomach tightened. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, Heeseung abruptly pulled his fingers away, leaving you shaking and desperate for release.

“No, no! P-please…!” you whined, your body quivering with frustration.

Heeseung tapped your swollen clit, smirking at your reaction. “Because you kept us waiting. Now you’ll learn how long 10 minutes can really feel,” he said, his tone dripping with mockery as he plunged his fingers back into you.

“Shh, I got you, angel,” Sunghoon murmured, his voice soft yet commanding as he pressed soothing kisses along your neck. “You’ve been such a good girl for us... you can take it.”

“F-Fuck! Please… haa… ‘m sorry…!” you whined, squirming in Sunghoon’s arms. His hold was firm yet comforting, his lips brushing against your ear as he murmured sweet reassurances. But he made no move to stop Heeseung—only keeping you steady, letting him take his time with you.

Your moans spilled freely as Heeseung’s fingers moved with relentless precision, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, only to pull back at the last second, leaving you trembling in frustration. His touch was deliberate, every movement calculated to keep you wanting more. The contrast between his torment and Sunghoon’s gentle whispers sent shivers down your spine—one keeping you grounded, the other driving you mad with need.

“Shh… You’re doing so well,” Sunghoon murmured, though his hands betrayed his words, brushing against your sensitive bud before retreating, adding to your frustration.

The vicious cycle continued, each ruined orgasm leaving your body trembling, your sensitivity heightened with every denial. By the nine-minute mark, your resolve crumbled. With a loud, unrestrained cry, your body gave out, squirting around Heeseung’s fingers as your arousal coated his hand. You trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the release you hadn’t been allowed to have.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened as he pulled his fingers away, gripping your jaw firmly to make you meet his gaze. “Did I say you could cum?” he asked, his tone sharp, though there was an undeniable smirk playing on his lips.

“I d-didn't mean to... ngh... ‘m sorry...” you whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes from the overstimulation.

Sunghoon pulled you closer to his chest, his hands gently stroking your trembling thighs, his voice soft and soothing. “Shh, it’s okay, angel,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. He turned his gaze to Heeseung. “Hyung, it’s almost been 10 minutes. I think she’s learned her lesson.”

Heeseung exhaled sharply, his gaze softening ever so slightly as he looked at your tear-streaked face. “Fine,” he muttered, releasing your jaw but not without brushing his thumb against your bottom lip.

Your body sank deeper into the bed as Sunghoon whispered, “You did good, angel. Next time, don’t keep us waiting.” He exchanged a look with Heeseung before they repositioned you. With ease, they placed you onto your back, sliding you sideways on the bed, leaving your head dangling slightly over the edge.

The mirror above reflected every inch of your vulnerability—your flushed face, trembling body, and the marks they had left behind. It only heightened the arousal pooling in your core.

Sunghoon leaned in between your legs, his breath fanning against your sensitive heat. “Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured before pressing a soft kiss to your clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud. The gentle suction had your hips bucking involuntarily toward his face, your hands clenching the sheets as pleasure coursed through you.

Heeseung, standing beside the bed, tilted your chin back so your tear-filled eyes met his upside-down. “Be a good girl for us, hmm?” he coaxed, tapping the swollen tip of his cock against your parted lips.

Eager to please, you opened your mouth, and Heeseung wasted no time, pushing himself in until your lips wrapped snugly around him. “Ha… that’s it,” he groaned, gripping your neck lightly as he pushed deeper, your throat tightening around him. You gagged slightly at the intrusion, tears brimming in your eyes, but you welcomed him completely, letting him set the pace.

The moan that escaped you as Sunghoon licked and sucked at your clit sent vibrations up Heeseung’s length, drawing a guttural sound from him. Sunghoon paused to chuckle, pulling away from your soaked folds, his lips glistening with your arousal. “Pretty girl taking it so good, I feel left out,” he teased.

Without waiting for an answer, Sunghoon adjusted your legs, holding them firmly in his grip as he positioned himself. You barely had time to process the stretch as his cock pressed against your entrance, sliding in inch by inch. “Fuck, so tight,” Sunghoon groaned, watching your expression twist with pleasure as he filled you completely.

The moment he bottomed out, your muffled moan against Heeseung’s length sent a shiver down both their spines. Sunghoon began to thrust slowly, each movement causing you to arch into him, your body trembling under their control. “Look at you drooling all over, such a pretty little cockslut for us” Heeseung murmured, running his hand along your jaw before continuing to move in and out of your mouth, savoring every sound you made.

You could only hum in response, your body pliant as they took full control, drawing pleasure from every inch of you. It didn’t take long before the familiar knot began to tighten in your stomach, your body trembling as the overwhelming sensations pushed you closer to the edge.

“Oh? Are you close, pretty?” Sunghoon teased, his voice low and dripping with lust. His hand trailed down to toy with your sensitive clit while his hips snapped harder against yours, the sound of your wetness echoing through the room.

“Seems like it. She’s tensing all over,” Heeseung added, his hands roaming over your chest, pinching your hardened nipples as your muffled whines vibrated around him. “Cum for us, baby.”

With those words, the knot inside you snapped, your release gushing out in waves, soaking Sunghoon as he let out a deep groan. Your cries, muffled by Heeseung, only fueled them further. Moments later, both men followed, releasing warm spurts deep inside you, filling both ends with their heat.

But even as sensitivity rippled through your overstimulated body, Sunghoon didn’t let up, his hips continuing to pound into you relentlessly. A creamy ring formed around the base of his cock as he thrust into you, your body twitching with every movement.

Heeseung finally pulled out of your mouth, allowing your broken sobs and incoherent babbles to escape. “T-too much…! P-please, ngh… fuck!” you cried, tears streaming down your cheeks as you clutched at the sheets beneath you.

“You can take it, angel,” Sunghoon murmured, his voice dark yet soothing as he gripped your thighs tighter, driving himself impossibly deeper.

“Hmm, we know you want it anyway,” Heeseung teased, leaning down to kiss your lips softly, almost mockingly sweet, as though his gentle affection didn’t contrast the relentless way they were working your body to its limits.

And so, they continued, their movements unrelenting as they pushed you further and further, making your head spin and stars dance in your vision.

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You had long lost track of how many times you came, your body trembling under their touch. They didn’t stop until you were completely spent, leaving you breathless and utterly satisfied.

author’s note first fic for the event <3 i don’t know if i wrote the hee being mean well but i tried my best . . . also tried to keep it at 2K wc for my own sanity. but either way this is more or less what you guys will receive for when u send in a request for the event ! so far u can see the little sneakpeak of everything on the event archive—also to check the taken slots~ be sure to drop by >///<

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[scribblesandink]

"You should know by now that I'm NEVER that sick"

"Never too sick to fuck, princess? "

"You're way too confident for a man who left permanent teeth marks in my shoulder"

"And you're way too confident for a man who looks so pretty on his knees"

Audrey laughed as Apollo smacked him with a pillow, making him shield his face

"Hey! I don't know what that pillow has been involved in! "

"Really? You seemed to be so interested 5 minutes ago"

Do you think covid existed in the Season? Do you think that for 2020-2021 Zeus couldn't host two Seasons. He had to wait until 2022 when restrictions finally lifted?

I'm gonna assume that covid didn't exist for my own sanity

[junhoswifey]

RIDE IT - HWANG JUN-HO

a/n: not proofread! read at your own risk!! i apologize this took me a couple more days then i thought but ty for your patience :)

pairing(s): hwang jun-ho x female!reader

warnings: femme reader, language, kissing, smut w no plot, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, cock riding, no correlation to squid game plot

“god you’re so pretty…” you heard jun-ho let out as he trailed kisses down your neck. soft moans filled the room as you felt him start to take off the shirt you were wearing. before you could even process it, he had you completely naked on the bed.

you watched as he got closer and closer to your core, teasingly placing kisses along your inner thighs. “baby.. please.” you whimpered, desperate for his touch.

he moved his mouth from your thighs to your soaking wet pussy. he practically gasped at how wet you already were even though he hadn’t done anything. you felt his tongue swipe over your folds and brought a hand to his hair tugging slightly.

this encouraged him to keep going as he added a finger inside of your hole. you moaned once again which only made him smirk knowing the effect he had on you.

“you taste so good princess.” he whispered before attaching his mouth to your clit. he sucked hard as he saw your legs shake, a sign that you were close. this only made him pick up the pace with his tongue and add another finger.

“fuck! yes baby.. feels so good!” you moaned looking down at him. he kept his eyes on you the whole time never wanting to look away from the sight. he watched as you came all over his tongue, gladly licking up every last drop.

he smiled at you before climbing back up towards you to place a kiss to your lips. you both smiled into the kiss as you wrapped your hands around his neck pulling him closer.

“i love you so much.” he said placing more kisses to your face, causing you to break out in a fit of laugher. you watched as jun-ho slowly pulled away from you to remove his own clothes now leaving the both of you bare.

he came closer connecting your lips again, this time the kiss more heated. you felt him slip his tongue into your mouth making you let out another moan. his hands gripped your thighs tightly, but not enough to actually hurt you.

he continued kissing you before slowly moving down to your tits. you whimpered softly as he grabbed one in his hand and shoved the other one in his mouth. you were becoming needy for him. as much as you loved what he was doing you couldn’t deny that you needed him inside of you.

“jun-ho… baby please i need you..” you let out causing him to send a cocky smirk your way. you watched as he laid back on the bed, slightly confused at his actions before he said, “want you to ride me.”

within seconds you were climbing on top of him as he smiled up at you. he held a firm grip on your hips as he helped you sit onto his cock. you let out a pornographic moan as you finally felt him inserting himself inside you.

“fuck…” he whispered softly as he watched the sight in front of him. you looked so pretty like that he had to stop himself from coming almost immediately.

you rapidly picked up the pace as you saw the way it was affecting him. your tits bounced as you rode him faster and faster. you felt him grab both of your boobs in his hands continuing to spread kisses to them.

“god.. you feel so good.” you moaned as you continued riding his cock. the way he was looking at you was a signal that he was close and you could also feel yourself becoming close again too. 

“I want you to come with me.” he said as he noticed how you were close. he thrusted up into you once more, the sound of skin against skin feeling the room.  you let out another loud moan before you were releasing all over his cock as he came inside of you at the same time. 

he stared at you for a while taking in all of your features as you sat on his cock. you pulled yourself off of him before moving to lay down next to him. you laid your head down on his chest as you felt him wrap his strong arms around you. 

he placed more soft kisses to your head as he held you close to him. “you’re so perfect. my perfect girl.” he whispered causing you to giggle at him. “i love you.” you replied placing a quick peck to his lips. 

“I love you more baby.” he whispered holding you closer, if that was possible. the two of you laid there in each others arms for what felt like an eternity just enjoying the others’ presence.

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[cyberhughes]

can i please get a spicy margarita, #15 w quinn hughes?

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spicy margarita coming up!!

prompt #15: "don't hold back."

warnings: SMUT, unprotected pinv, swearing, brief mention of insecurities, barely oral (f!receiving), nutting inside please for the love of god use protection!!!

you guys don't understand how feral i am over this rn...anyways thank you ml <3 i kinda got carried away w this one im literally in heat rn

prompt list

"more quinny..." you whined against his lips as you ground down onto his clothed crotch, the movie you had been watching long forgotten. he groaned at the friction, "princess...hold on." he breathed out, gripping your hips to slow your motions and you sighed out in frustration.

quinn treated you like you were a glass figurine that could shatter at the slightest touch. for a while you thought that maybe you had done something wrong. did he not want to have sex with you? were you not pretty enough? your mind clouded with insecurities every time he'd stop you before the two of you could go all the way.

it's not like he doesn't want you, of course he does. he has to try so hard to restrain himself when he sees you walk around the apartment with skimpy little shorts, or when you tease him by poking your ass against him as he spoons you at night. he never meant to hurt your feelings, he means well! he knows you're a virgin, which is why he's scared to get too intimate with you, he's scared he might hurt you, his darling girl.

"quinn if you don't want to have sex with me, just say that." you huffed as you climbed off of his lap, flopping back onto the bed with you arms crossed over your chest as you averted eye contact. his eyes widened at your sudden reaction, this is what he was afraid of.

"no, it's not that baby." he reached for you and you felt your eyes well with tears, feeling slightly pathetic. "then why do you shut me down every time i try to initiate something?"

"i..." he sighed as you looked up, waiting for a response. "i'm scared i might hurt you." you looked into his eyes that were filled with regret.

"quinn, you could never hurt me." you reassured him, fixing your posture to face him. you understood now.

"i'm sorry baby, i never meant to make you feel like that." he reached a hand up to cup your face, wiping a tear off your cheek as you leaned into his touch. you turned to kiss his hand and looked up at him with hooded eyes, hoping to continue what you had started.

“i want to have sex with you, quinn, i want you to fuck me." your voice was barely above a whisper and he felt himself get unbelievably hard in his sweat pants, eyes darkening with lust.

he quickly leant down to kiss you, cupping your face with both hands as you held onto his wrists, eyes fluttering closed as he kissed you with the most passion you had ever felt from him. he gently moved you further down the bed to lay down fully, climbing on top of you.

you let out a moan when you could feel his erection against your thigh as he trailed wet kisses down to your neck, his fingers dancing from the skin of your waist, down to the edge of your panties.

you could feel the hesitation in his movements as his hand ghosted over your covered core. "please, need you so bad quinn." you whined in his ear, and who was he to deny you?

he took his time prepping you, showing your whole body the love it you deserved. he took his time as he eased his fingers into you, making sure to whisper sweet nothings into your ear as you whined at the stretch. of course he ate you out as well, kissing and lapping at your soaked cunt as you tugged at his hair.

"baby...quinn stop..." you said breathlessly and he shot up, immediately assuming he had done something wrong. "what's wrong princess? do you want to stop?" your heart melted at the sight, his eyes filled with worry, a contrast to your glistening slick on his chin.

"no, you're making me feel so good, i just need to feel you inside now." you reassured and he felt like his eyes might pop out his head like a looney tunes character.

he wasted no time kicking off his sweats and boxers, already shirtless from before. you could feel your whole body burn at the sight in front of you, quinn at the edge of the bed, looking like he was about to eat you alive, stroking his extremely hard cock in his right hand.

he had crawled up on top of you, kissing you from your ankles up to your swollen lips. his tongue explored your mouth as you let out a whimper at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your folds.

"quinny...inside..." his pupils were blown out, the sight of you already so fucked out and he hadn't even put the tip in yet.

"tell me if it hurts, okay baby?" he looked into your eyes for assurance and you nodded frantically, "yes, just put it in."

he slowly pushed in, a deep groan escaping as your gummy walls sucked him in. meanwhile your eyes squeezed shut at the foreign feeling, he was so big, and you felt so full. he let you adjust for as long as you needed, kissing you deeply to distract from any discomfort. after a while, you nodded, signaling for him to start moving.

he pulled out slowly, nearly slipping out because of how wet you were, before pushing back in, observing your features for any signs of pain. he'd always put your own pleasure first before his.

it took you a while to get used to the feeling, but slowly the discomfort had turned into a pleasurable, warm sensation. you wanted more, no, you needed more of him.

you knew that he was only going slow to make sure he didn't hurt you, but you began to grow greedy, needing to pick up the pace.

you kissed his neck up to his ear, nibbling at his skin and he felt chills run down his spine as you whispered, "don't hold back." your manicured nails tracing down his back and he swore he could've cum right on the spot at your words.

"you sure?" he asked for confirmation and you nodded, "fuck me harder quinn."

he almost let out a whimper, his head dropping to the crook of your neck and you could feel his hips pick up, "fuck baby, you're too perfect." you moaned at his praise, feeling his cock thrust into you deeper.

"so fucking perfect," he lifted his head up and rested his forehead against yours, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his pace quickened. "my perfect girl..." he trailed one of his hands down to your clit, rubbing quick circles onto the sensitive bud as you let out the most heavenly moans he had ever heard.

"ngh fuck!" you whined as tears formed, feeling the pleasure course through you as you dug your nails into his back, leaving marks that he'd definitely get questions about from his teammates.

"doing so good baby," he kissed away the tears that fell down your face as he rubbed your nub faster, and you could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

"gonna cum for me, huh?" he asked but all you could let out were choked sobs, the pleasure becoming too intense. "oh baby, come on, you wanted this, go ahead and cum for me." he whispered into your ear and his words was all it took for you to snap, your hips rolling up to meet his as your orgasm washed over you.

"fuck," he groaned as he watched you, adjusting his position so that he was now sitting up, back on his heels as he gripped your hips tight enough to leave bruises as he thrusted faster as he chased his own high. you were whining and squirming underneath him, breasts bouncing with each thrust as the stimulation became too much. "m'sorry baby..." he pouted, "didn't you tell me not to hold back?"

you could only moan at his words, just laying there and taking what he was giving you, your pussy unbelievably sensitive as you clenched around him, almost pushing him out. your knuckles turning white from how hard you gripped the sheets as he fucked into you.

"fuck baby i'm gonna cum," he whined as he landed a particularly deep thrust and you cried out, "c-cum inside." he didn't have to be told twice before he let out an animalistic groan, throwing his head back as he spilled his warm load into your walls as your eyes rolled back at the sensation.

he slowed down, looking back down at you with fucked out eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching up into a smirk as he watched his cum drip down your pussy,

"so perfect."

[vntglace]

eddie munson x fem!reader ₊˚⊹♡ shy!reader, smut, rough sex, a lil degrading | based on this request.

dating eddie munson has been so fulfilling.

he's funny, he's sweet. he tries to pay for everything, even when he can't really afford to. he lets you steal his sweaters, shows you sick music, and calls you cheesy, ridiculous nicknames.

and, of course, he's really good in bed. he's apparently only been with one other girl before, and although the thought makes a jealous pit form in your belly, she clearly taught him well.

he's on top of you now, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

suddenly, he looks up at you. "is there anything that you wanna try? like, something i don't do that you want me to?" he asks.

the question takes you off guard, your cheeks heating up. "um...no?" you say, unconvincingly.

eddie grins. "oh, c'mon. you're telling me you don't have any fantasies for me to fulfill? what do you think about when you touch yourself?"

despite the mischievous expression on his face, you can tell he means what he's asking. he wants to pleasure you, and you're grateful, but you can barely look him in the face with how embarrassed his line of questioning is making you.

"eddie!" you say. "i don't...well, i'm not..."

"oh, don't tell me you don't touch yourself. everyone does," he says. "even good girls like you."

your face burns. "sometimes, yeah, but...i don't know, it's all...abstract thoughts. i don't have anything specific that i know i like."

eddie had been your first, so you don't have enough experience to tell him what you're into.

"well, tell me something you think you'd like, and we can try it. y'know if you're not feeling it, we can just stop."

his reassurance makes you feel safer, a little more comfortable. you play with his hair as you talk, trying to keep yourself distracted from your shyness. "i mean...i think i'd like being on top? and...maybe if you were a little bit...rougher with me? like, not hurting me, but like...just faster? harder? and maybe a little...mean."

you groan, putting your hands over your face. "i don't even know what i'm saying."

eddie takes your wrists gently. "hey, hey," he coos. "no need to be so shy, pretty girl. we can try that for sure. can i try something right now?"

you nodded, still struggling to meet his eye.

his grip on your wrists gets tighter, and he pushes your hands over your head, effectively pinning them against his pillows. "like that? you want me to be rough with you, huh?"

you whimper, nodding again, already feeling your pussy grow wetter at the lower, more dominant tone of his voice and the grip he had on your wrists.

"tell me you want it. use your words, princess."

"please be rough with me," you say, breathless.

he grins wickedly. "with pleasure."

he's practically feral as he kisses you hard, nipping at your bottom lip, then moves to suck a hickey into your collarbone. "thought a good girl like you wouldn't be into something like this. thought you'd want to be treated like a princess. instead you wanna be treated like a slut, hm?"

you moan. "yes," you reply to his rhetorical question, too dumb with desire to feel ashamed any longer. eddie has unlocked something primal within you, getting you to open up about your fantasies.

"wanna get on top, baby?" he asks. "see if riding me is as hot as it is in your dreams?"

"please," you say, all but begging.

he rolls onto his back, rolls a condom on, and then beckons for you to come and straddle his hips. he slips his cock inside you, and you whine at the stretch of him filling your hole. he fucks up into you, hard and fast, just like you'd asked for.

the position is a little more uncomfortable than you'd imagined, but there's something pleasurable about the ache in your thighs as you keep them spread for him, about how exposed you feel as his eyes go from your face to your breasts, bouncing with each of his thrusts.

you feel the urge to cover yourself, but it's like eddie can sense it, and he reaches out to grab your hands, holding them at his chest to keep you steady, as well as keep your body on display for him.

"you look so fucking hot, bouncing on my cock like a slut," he says, voice breathless with pleasure. "gonna come if you keep lookin' at me with those innocent eyes."

"cum for me," you say, surprised by the vulgar words coming from your mouth. "fuck me until you cum inside me."

you know he's wearing a condom: there's nothing too taboo about letting him do so, but it makes you feel sexy, dangerous to tell him to do so anyway.

it doesn't take long for eddie to do just that.

dating eddie munson just got so much more fulfilling, you realize with a smile.

[munsonsmixtapes]

I have a steddie x reader request if you’re open to it!!

Best friends eddie & steve are hanging out with you in your room and are snooping around and oops! They found your vibrator

After a moment of embarrassment and teasing, you end up lying with your back to steve’s chest and eddie using the vibrator on you, both of them praising and teasing the whole time 👀👀

cw: MDNI (18+) use of a vibrator

It's not uncommon for you, Steve, and Eddie to be hanging out in your room. You're there more than anywhere else, especially because you've got your own place unlike the others. It's become a comforting space for the three of you and there's honestly nowhere else you'd rather be with them.

It's also not uncommon for the boys to go through your things because of how nosy they are. And you don't care so long as they don't go into the bottom drawer of your nightstand which is off limits and you lock it anyway because you know they don't like to listen.

They're looking through your clothes tonight, going through your lingerie, which should embarrass you, but it doesn't. You actually find the way they're hold up your bras to your chest scandalously humorous.

They get bored pretty easily and move on to your nightstand, rifling through the top drawer which just contains a journal, some pens, and other various writing utensils. As long as they stay there, it will be fine. As long as they dont-

But before you can stop him, Eddie rips open the bottom drawer, a gasp falling from his lips and Steve looks down as well, trying his best to stifle a laugh as a blush rises to his cheeks. There's a lot of different toys amongst other sexual things down there, but the start of the show is your bright pink vibrator.

"Oh, what's this?" He asks, looking down at the thing and now you're wishing that the ground would just swallow you whole because you just can't take this anymore.

"Eddie, don't," you warn but he pulls it out of the drawer anyway and you have to cover your face because you're so embarrassed. You don't know why since that's not an abnormal thing to own, but the fact that your best friends, male best friends at that found it, well, there was a reason why the drawer was off limits.

You go to reach for it, but Eddie holds it out of your grasp before tossing it to Steve. He turns it this way and that before turning it to you with a devilish grin, switching on the thing so it's vibrating intensely in his hand. It's going crazy and when he looks at the switch, he realizes that this isn't even the highest setting. He kicks it up and now he's losing his grip on it because of how much it's moving.

He turns it off then hands it back to Eddie, the three of you getting the same idea at the same time. You're over your embarrassment now, suddenly feeling your panties getting damp at the thought of them using it on you.

Steve sits on the bed and pull you to him and you sit between his legs with your back to his chest. Eddie is on his knees in front of you as your quick to take off your sweatpants, your panties quickly following. You then spread your legs as he turns on the vibrator, slowly pushing it towards your cunt. The lowest setting it absolutely nothing compared to the highest, which is what Steve had it on just moment ago.

The second it touches your clit, you grab hold of Steve's thighs, digging your fingers into the fabric of his jeans. Eddie's free hand is on your bare thigh as he pushes the vibrator harder against your clit, watching you come undone.

You're moaning so loud as you lean your head on Steve's chest as he watches you in amazement. Neither of them have seen you like this and fuck is addicting to watch.

"That's it, princess," Steve encourages, his voice soft. "It feels good, doesn't it?"

"I don't know, Stevie, I don't think she's giving us enough." Eddie pulls away and you're already begging for more, reaching out for him, but Steve hold you back, grabbing hold of your wrists so you can't move.

"Relax, princess. You'll get off, don't worry." You relax into Steve's chest and Eddie brings the vibrator back to your clit and you can feel the difference between this setting and the other one. It feels so good, but you need more.

He moves it down to your slit and you let out another moan, feeling the vibrations more intensely in this spot. Without warning, Eddie turns it up again and he can tell this is the sweet spot as you're already on the verge of an orgasm. Jackpot.

"Already about to come, huh?" Eddie teases. "Barely even done anything. We're only on three out of six settings."

"It just feels so good," you whine and Eddie applies more pressure, turning the vibrator up yet again. "More," you whine. "More."

"Gotta say please," Eddie replies. "Can't give you what you want if you don't say please."

"Please." You're begging now and both of them think they could easily get of from your whines alone.

"That's it," Steve says as you moan over and over, pushing the hair sticking to your sweaty face away so he can see you better. It's not surprising that he's being so sweet while Eddie's teasing you. It just makes sense with their personalities. "Look so pretty like this."

"You're so fucking hot," Eddie compliments. "Bet you're even hotter when you come, hm?"

You moan again, your back arching this time as Eddie kicks it up to the last setting, both him and Steve watching you in amazement as you finally reach your orgasm, your face having a nice sheen of sweat as your mouth opens wide, a loud moan falling from your lips as your back arches even more. They're sure that this is the hottest thing they've ever seen.

As you're coming down, Eddie turns off the vibrator and the two of them press gentle kisses to your forehead, letting you take a bre4ak before switching places.

Steve is much more gentle but he definitely knows what he's doing. He's singing your praises with every moan while Eddie is more degrading, telling you how much of a slut you are as he's now the one watching. He love's seeing it from this angle, holding you while watching his best friend pleasure you with your toy. He loves whispering the most dirty things into your ears while watching you come over and over.

The three of you spend the rest of the night like this, the two of them switching places over and over as you come again and again, only stopping when you absolutely can't take it anymore. And afterwards, they run you a bath and let you relax while they clean everything up and return the vibrator to it's spot in your drawer before they leave, knowing that this night will live all of your heads rent free for the rest of your lives.

[marydoyouwrite]

Burnt Out

PAIRING: boyfriend!jaehyun, Fem Reader, bestfrined!doyoung

GENRE: smut

SUMMARY: Jaehyun is insatiable to the point that reader is sick from lack of rest. A little bit angsty because reader has to decide for herself.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, dubcon bordering noncon, overstimulation, pussy eating, lots of manhandling, use of sex toy, its up to you to decide if Jaehyun is a bad guy here, what do you think?

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You've been staring for far too long at nothingness when you're brought back to reality by a nudge from Doyoung.

"Are you so blissed out with Jaehyun's dick that you've been so out of it lately?"

You adjust from your seat and took the food from your impatient friend's hands that have probably been stretched out for a while causing him to say the off handed remark.

"Sorry. I'm just so tired."

"So you are blissed out."

Blissed out, huh. For a while you dont realize that you made a face that Doyoung can't comprehend.

Your mind began to drift to a different place. You've been so tired. Instead of being blissed out, maybe burnt out is the word.

You've been with Jaehyun for around 9 months now thanks to his frat friends for pushing you two together. Doyoung is also a frat friend but you and him go way back as neighborhood friends, so you consider him on your side.

And you can't quite recall if Doyoung was also pushing you to be with Jaehyun. He only seemed like a quiet audience when the whole thing was happening. And when you and Jaehyun finally got together, he only said a short, "Congrats."

Doyoung pokes your side and you wince at the contact. You smooth your hands over the part he poked.

"Oww, what was that for?"

"Woah, that was not a strong poke."

"I know, but still. It hurts."

And you can see the confusion forming on his face. He's probably thinking why you winced too hard over a gentle poke. And you cant bring yourself to tell him that its because you have bruises on your waist that are never healing. You can never tell.

"Y/n!"

You whip your head to direction from where your boyfriends voice came from. You instinctively raise your hand despite dreading the time he'll ask you to come with him. You havent even finished eating your lunch with Doyoung.

"Hey, Doyoung."

"Jaehyun."

"Mind if I snatch Y/n away?"

"She hasn't finished her food yet, though?"

"It's okay, I'll cook for her at home. That okay, princess?"

Doyoung looks at you and you want to say no. You want so bad to stay with him for a while and get a few moments of rest while finishing your food. You badly want to hold onto his sleeves. But all of that is weird.

"Yeah, thats okay. I'll see you later Doyoung!"

And you grab your remaining lunch, so you have something to eat later.

Jaehyun grabs your hand and happily drags you to his place thats only a few blocks from school.

"Jae." You call quietly.

"Hmm?"

"I have class at 6pm. Can we skip it today?"

"I promise we'll make it quick and take care of you after."

But with Jaehyun, its never quick. Once he starts, he never stops.

Once you reach his home, Jaehyun immediately latches his lips to yours. You put your hands on his chest and try to protest but your words are drowned in the kisses. His lips travel down your neck and suck a part of your skin just above the collarbone.

"Jae, please. Can I e-eat first."

"I'll cook for you after this, I promise."

He cups your heat and pushes your underwear to the side to insert three fingers into your pussy. You groan at the sudden intrusion and some tears form in your eyes.

"J-Jae! P-Please be gentle,"

It seems that your plea and tears just cause Jaehyun to be even more riled up. He angles his figngers to reach the sensitive spot inside you causing you to let out a small scream.

"That's it. Fucking scream for me princess. I know how much a slut you are for me."

Its so painful and yet your body betrays you again. Your knees buckle towards Jaeyun when you feel your stomach tigthening.

"Jaehyun! Please."

"Are you going to come pretty girl?"

"Y-Yes, so close."

"F-Fuck youre so tight around my fingers."

Jaehyun's thumb presses against your clit and you come undone on his fingers.

You pant and as you try to catch your breath, Jaehyun carries you to the sofa. He discards your clothes so skillfully and he sinks on his knees face to face with your pussy. He dips and licks your clit, making you arch your back at the sensitivity you're feeling.

"Jae, w-wait!"

But you know better. Jaehyun never waits. So you grab his head as your legs shake at his continous ministrations with his tongue.

He focuses on sucking on your clit and inserts two fingers in you. He lifts his left hand to grab your breast. He gives it a squeeze before playing with your nipple.

The sensations send you over the edge and you know its not long before you reach another orgasm.

Jaehyun blows on your clit and gives it a gentle lick before sucking on it again like hes never eaten you out before.

He looks up at you and he sees that some tears have made its way to your cheeks. And he smirks at the sight of you crying from overstimulation.

"Jaehyun! Ahh, fuck!"

It doesnt take long before you cum on his tongue and your legs are shaking. He continues to clean you up with his tongue.

He lifts his head from your core and starts to unbuckle his belt. His pants pool at his feet and you look at his angry length.

Jaehyun is huge. Both in girth and length. During your first months with him, you think of how you got so lucky to be the only girl to bed him. You recall always looking forward to being tangled on the sheets with him.

But now. Your body is about to give up on you.

You're whipped away from your thoughts when Jaehyun lowers himself and starts to push his cock into you.

"G-Gentle please."

He grabs your thighs and spreads them open even more as he pushes more inside you. You sigh at the intrusion because even if he fucks you everyday, you never seemed to adjust.

"You're so fucking tight princess. We might have to do something about this. Yeah?"

He shoves all of his length inside you and you feel it reach your cervix making you arch in pain and pleasure.

He puts his palm over your lower stomach where his cock prods.

"God you look so hot taking me all in."

He presses his palm down as he continuously pounds into you making you scream because of the pressure.

"Ahh... please, i-it hurts."

You sob at the pain and sensitivity you're feeling. You know he's about to make you come again. And you know that this is going to be a long afternoon.

Jaehyun angles himself to reach a deeper part of your insides and the slight change in angle causes another wave of orgasm to wash over you. But Jaehyun doesn't come and doesn't stop from moving inside you.

"J-Jae, baby. P-Please stop."

"Come on, princess. You can take another one for me, right?"

He grabs both your legs and presses them against your chest. The new position lets him bury himself deeper into you, if thats even possible, and you become a whimpering, sobbing mess.

He plays with your clit using his thumb and by impulse, you put your hands on his chest to push him a little bit, trying to make him relent. But he doesn't.

With his other hand, he grabs one of your hands and puts it above your head as he continues to pound so mercilessly into you.

You weakly retreat your other hand as you see that he's determined to make you come just one more time.

He lowers his head on your chest and takes a nipple into his mouth. He sucks on it and the sensation does it for you. You come again.

And as you do, you hear him grunt.

"Shit you're so good for me princess. So fucking tight."

With a few more thrusts, you feel his cum spill inside you.

"F-Fuck!"

He slowly stills and collapses on top of you but still mindful not to put all his weight on you.

You feel yourself slipping away into unconsciousness. Everything is a blur but youre not completely out. You feel Jaehyun moving and pulling out of you but you cant quite fully see his expression. You can only hear your labored breaths.

You feel Jaehyun carrying your limp body up fromd the sofa. And as he walks somewhere, maybe his room, you weakly say, "J-Jae, no more. Please?"

He quietly chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead.

"You're cute."

You feel his soft bed envelope your body as he gently places you down.

"On your knees baby."

And you want to protest but your voice betrays you. Its no use. You try to wave and signal with your hand that you can't anymore but you cant even put it up.

So when he turns you over because you dont move, you just let him. And maybe all of these is your fault because you usually just let him at the end of the day.

In a while, you hear the familiar whirring of the toy you once loved but now dreaded. You shudder as he teases your core with the vibrating dildo. You sob as he fully  inserts it into you. You brace yourself as he spreads your ass open. And you fully shed tears as he penetrates your other hole with his cock. He grabs your hips so tightly and pound you into oblivion.

You dont know how many more orgasms you had before Jaehyun decides he's done. But your arms and knees have given up on you and you pass out. The last thing you remember is him removing the dildo from you and pushing in the cum that's leaked out of your ass.

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You open your eyes and you feel so sore. How many hours has it been? Did you miss class? You cant miss class. Its a major subject and god forbid your subjects get fucked up too.

You look at Jaehyun's bed side clock and see that its almost 5:30. You have to go right now.

So despite the soreness, a headache, and the tenderness on your arms and hips, you will yourself to get up. And as you do, you see Jaehyun coming in with food on a tray and a glass of water. If only you weren't so tired physically and mentally, you would have swooned so much at the gesture. But getting to class is urgent.

"Hey, why are you already moving?"

"I have class. I have to go now."

You note the hoarseness in your voice.

"Can't you skip today? You're so tired."

"C-Can't Jae, exams are almost here."

"Okay let me walk you to school. And at least have a bite. You didn't get to finish lunch earlier."

He puts down the tray and scoops some food and puts the spoon in front of you. You quickly take a bite because, god your are starving.

As you chew, you gather your clothes that have already been neatly folded on the bed side. You dress up and in the process, you at least had three more bites of food.

Jaehyun does walk you to school and you note the slight dizziness youre feeling and the wobble in your steps.

"I've gone overboard, didn't I?"

You just give Jaehyun a tight little smile.

"I love you." He says with his dimpled smile you always adored.

"Love you, too." You replied before rushing off to your class.

You make it just in time.

You see the vacant chair beside Doyoung that he always saves for you, so you walk towards him. He looks up at you and you know he notices your weird walk.

But you dont mind him.

The discussion starts and its as if the professor is singing you to sleep. Now that youre seated in class, your body feels on fire.

Your core is aching. Your hips are killing you. Your arms and knees feel like theyre about to pop. Your head is being split in two. You're spent.

"Ms. Y/N?"

You're startled by the professor calling your name and you abruptly stand.

It was dumb. Because before you even hear the next sentence from your professor, you feel liquid dripping from your nose and everything blacks out.

The last thing you hear is Doyoung shouting your name.

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You feel like you're floating. There are faint voices talking in the background but you can't quite catch what they're talking about.

You slowly open your eyes and its just all white. You groan at how the light hits your eyes and you feel footsteps walking towards you.

"Y/n!"

"W-Water."

Doyoung gets a glass of water and quickly hands it to you. You take a drink and you try to speak.

"What happened?"

"You tell me. You blacked out in class!"

"Mr. Doyoung, kindly lower your voice." The doctor tells Doyoung off.

"Ms. Y/n,  there is something I need to discuss with you. Would you like your boyfriend to stay?" The doctor glances at Doyoung as if asking if you want him to be there.

"H-He's not my boyfriend. But he's close to me. He can stay."

The doctor sighs. "Okay. I assume you have a boyfriend?"

"Y-Yes, why?"

"You have to slow down on the sexual activities. Your body seems to be not having any rest." You blush as you hear this. The doctor can tell?

"You also have to tell us, are you experiencing any abuse?"

"What? Does Jaehyun hit you?" Doyoung's voice is angry, so you panic.

"N-No! No he doesn't."

"I swear to fucking god if you're lying, Y/n!"

"I promise! He doesn't. My bruises, h-he just gets a little rough. But I let him."

The doctor sighs before continuing.

"I see. If that's the case, talk to him. Get some proper rest. You're weight isn't too good, work on putting in some more. I'll give you some vitamins. Also, having too much bruises aren't good for your body, so slow down on the rough play. That's all. I'll leave you for a bit. Just take the prescription before discharge."

With that, the doctor left. She must have sensed the intensity of Doyoung's stares on you.

"What the hell? He's not letting you rest to the point of getting sick?"

"Doyoung please, my ear hurts."

"Oh I hurt you? You don't seem to have a problem with Jaehyun hurting you though?"

"It's not that! I try to tell him. It's just not easy."

As you finish your sentence, you see Jaehyun rushing inside your room. And before you can even say anything, Doyoung loses it and lands a punch on your boyfriend's face.

"Doyoung, no!"

"The fuck was that for!" Jaehyun shouts as he grabs Doyoung's collar.

"You can't keep your dick in your pants for even a day?! Really fucking her into hospitalization?"

"What?" You see the confusion on Jaehyun's eyes.

"Please both of you calm down. We're in a hospital, please." You cough a little bit because your throat still feels sore. And this seems to calm the two men down.

Jaehyun goes to you and helps you sit on the bed.

"What happened?"

You look at your boyfriend and then at Doyoung who is still visibly angry.

"Doyoung, can you leave us two for a bit?"

Doyoung hesitates but he understands you want to talk to Jaehyun. So he leaves, but not before giving his friend another dirty look.

"Baby, what happened?" He genuinely asks as he took your hand in his.

"J-Jae,"

"Yeah? You can tell me."

"The doctor said I got sick because I don't get to r-rest. She told me to slow down on the sex."

Jaehyun's jaw drops.

"I did this?" You just nod at him slightly.

"I-I'm sorry, baby."

"She also told me that I had too many bruises."

There was silence between you two and you see Jaehyun feeling the guilt.

"J-Jae. I want to break up."

"W-What? But baby, I can fix this. I wont push you too much anymore. I'll take care of you better."

"Its not just about that Jae. It's just that I never felt heard. All the time I've asked you to stop, but you didn't, made me feel small." You pause.

"In the beginning, I enjoyed it because you were my first in everything. But every time I asked you to stop or slow down, asked you for some rest but you didnt listen, I just felt unheard." You take his face in your hands.

"And to be honest, this has been affecting me physically too and I'm not prepared. I've slept on one too many classes. Dragged myself in pain to finish a project. I feel like if I dont ask for this break, I'll fall even more behind."

And its true. You can see the signs. You're sleep deprived and you're missing deadlines. You never missed a deadline before. Your studies mean the most to you that you promised yourself not to let it go even if you enter a relationship.

But everything's getting affected and you want to stop it before it gets bigger and you and Jaehyun both end up very badly burnt.

Jaehyun just stares at you. A mix of sadness and understanding in his eyes. And for a while, you remember how he looked like the first time you met him.

Jaehyun is easy to pass as a jerk at first glance. He was the typical captain of the basketball team who's also a frat member. You didn't hit it off at the beginning. How could you? Youre not the most sociable person. With your nose always in books, people would call you a nerd. It doesn't matter though, because you're set on your goals. But in his persistence, you saw another side of him. He was charming in many ways. He was your first in everything. And you knew that Jaehyun is always delighted in knowing he was your first in all.

But now, you feel like the timing of you being together isnt right. You couldnt sacrifice anything for him. You tried to, with your body, but now its taken a toll on you.

"I'm sorry, Jaehyun."

"Hey, don't be sorry pretty girl." He lifts your chin gently so you could look at him again. This time, his eyes full of assurance.

"If anything, I'm the one who should be sorry. I failed to take care of you and I'm realizing it just now. But thank you for telling me. "

You feel it coming now. Your breaking point is happening because Jaehyun is still the kind man you love. He respects you enough to let go of you.

"I'm really sorry, Y/n."

He squeezes your hands and at that moment, you know that both of you can postpone any more talking. The words you both want to say can be said another time.

"Do you want me to call Doyoung back here?"

"Yes, please."

He gives your forehead a long kiss before he gets up and goes out the door. When the door opens again, it's Doyoung that comes in. And when your eyes meet, your eyes let go of the tears you've been holding back.

And Doyoung is quick to understand what happened and what you need. So he goes to hug you tight.

"I'm not sure I did the right thing."

"Shh, its okay."

But you don't feel okay. For now, you cry on your friend's shoulder hoping the burn in your heart will feel better.

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a/n: It's my first time putting out a written work and nobody told me it would be this fun :D I'm happy to take requests and will try to upload more often!

[romanticanoir]

Beautiful Nightmare (Cho Sang-Woo x Fem!Reader 18+ Explicit Smut)

I finally started watching Squid Game again and DAMN, do I miss Sang-Woo. That's why I decided to post this fanfiction I wrote back then. I hope I find my muse to write more for Squid Game... and maybe other fandoms Anyways, enjoy this one!

Fandom: Squid Game Pairing: Cho Sang-Woo x Fem!Reader Rating: Adult, 18+ First time posted on AO3 on 12th October 2021 Warnings: Explicit Sex Scenes, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation Summary: After receiving the invitation for a second time, Sang-Woo decides to pay one last visit to the one he loves.

“S-Shit, Sang-Woo, pl-please stop… I can’t take anymore…” 

Not a complete lie, but not the complete truth either. Your lover had trouble listening to your stuttered plea as he drilled himself one last time into your sore cunt before filling you up for the third time this night. More saliva dripped out of your mouth and wet the pillow, tears formed anew, the feelings simply too much to handle. How it was possible for you to not pass out this very moment was a mystery to you, and yet you couldn’t care less about the reasons. Why even waste a second pondering about it? 

You turned your head and gasped for air, hardly could do so since his grip around the nape of your neck was still unyielding. Despite all the tiredness in your bones you managed to take a short glimpse at Sang-Woo; dark eyes focused on your pretty body, smooth skin and black hair slick with sweat. He looked gorgeous in the dim light and you still couldn’t believe your luck being fucked into a delirium by this beautiful man now.

You remembered the sting in your heart when he’d suddenly announced his departure. A business trip to America, he’d said. Business trips weren’t unusual for him, but something about this one felt wrong. Soon you found out the reason behind your funny feeling. The police questioned you about his whereabouts, and when you got to know about the crimes he allegedly had commited you wondered if you’d ever see him again. Maybe he’d fled to America and left you behind. This thought indeed did cross your mind sometimes. But he wasn’t that kind of man… So… What was really going on?

The more you were surprised and happy when he stood in front of your doorstep all of a sudden tonight and started to wreck you the second you’d opened the door. The taste of alcohol and cigarettes still burned on your tongue and in this moment you wished nothing more than to have a taste again. Following your silent wish he bent over and caught your lips with his, thrusting his tongue inside your warm mouth and playing with your tongue while caressing your thighs. It happened in such gentle way that you nearly broke out in tears as it let your heart flutter in a love you’d never experienced before. His kiss, however, was completely different: demanding and animalistic, greedy and brutish.

He slid out and placed his hand on your throbbing sex, chest swelling with pride because of the sticky mess he’d caused between your soft thighs. “You need more, don’t you? I know you do.” Ignoring your whiny mewls he claimed your mouth anew and let his fingertips dance across your swollen clit. You winced and whimpered in desperation. Every touch there - no matter how little and gentle - did hurt, did burn, but fuck, did it feel good! 

“P-Please..!”

“I am not done with you yet, princess,” Sang-Woo breathed hot against your mouth. Through wet eyelashes you locked eyes with him. You let out a short squeak when his hand left your neck only to find a fist full of your hair. “Not until I fucked a pretty little baby into your pretty little body.”

A baby..?!

“Honey, I-” 

What you had to say didn’t seem to concern him since he cut you off with yet another harsh kiss. 

“Be a good girl and let me fuck you good, huh? You want this, don’t you?”

Not waiting for an answer he flipped you over to your back again. As much as he enjoyed ramming his cock into you from behind, he now yearned to watch your face as you fall to pieces for him, BECAUSE of him. Sang-Woo knew you were close to the limit. How many orgasms did he give you this night already? Five? Six? Not enough though. Not enough at all. It probably was his last night with you. He had to make you happy one last time, simply HAD to make you carry his child. Having kids had never been a topic, but secretly he often thought about making you a mother. You had to be the mother of his children. You, no one else. And it had to be tonight. 

“Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Sang-Woo growled in a whisper as he splayed your legs wide open for him. And you truly were a sight to behold with your perfect body, shimmering with sweat, your perfect perky nipples, begging to be played with, and your perfectly ruined pussy, so soppy and raw from all the abuse. 

This vulnerable sight of yours put him into a frenzy. He wanted, no, he fucking NEEDED to get one more taste of your addicting juices. For fuck’s sake, he would feed on your exquisite elixier for the rest of his miserable life if he could. Sang-Woo dived down between your lovely thighs where the most delicious of all flavors was awaiting him. You screamed aloud at the sudden intrusion of his tongue. It was… too much… 

You jerked around, gripped his hair, tried to free yourself somehow, but his firm grip on your hips left you no choice but obeying and giving in to his beastly appetite. Moaning and whimpering you squeezed your thighs together, made it hard for him to breathe. Sang-Woo didn’t care; a blissful death between your wonderful legs was by far better than dying with hundreds of holes in his body. He fastly blocked the violent pictures in his head. He was here with you now. You and him. No brutal reality. Only you and him. Here. Right now. 

He sucked hard on your clit, made you lose all control. Now you were gripping his hair in order to keep him as close as possible, not to push him away anymore. 

“Oh fuck, I am burning…! Baby…!”

Too lost in your pleasure, you missed Sang-Woo’s short, desperate chuckle. He loved you so much, it was almost ridiculous. He felt trapped in a nightmare. A nightmare he had caused all by himself. Why had he done all this shit…?! Fuck, he only wanted to give you and his mother a better life! That’s all he wanted… But instead…

He blinked back the tears in his eyes. Moments later he found himself towering you, the tip of his hard cock teasing your sodden pussy. 

“You know how much I love you, y/n, don’t you?”

“Huh?” 

You forced your eyes open, met loving and sad ones.

“Tell me.” 

You had no idea what was going through his mind, and you didn’t ask. 

“I know. And you know how much I love you, yes?”

Sang-Woo gave you the sweetest of smiles and you felt your heart burning with deep love for this man. 

Without any warning he bent down to steal a violent kiss while pressing his thick cock inside your needy cunt again. You screamed into his mouth and heard him chuckle a “Too much for you, princess?”. 

The way he stretched you wide open let you see stars, turned you into a trembling and whiny mess. Sang-Woo loved how he was able to pry this slutty, cockhungry side out of your usually shy personality. He loved how you could look like the most needy bitch in this whole damn universe while he was fucking out the last ounce of any moral and self-restraint of yours. He loved how you’d ask, BEG him to go deeper, to fill you up and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Pressing your legs to your chest now he pounded into you now in a pace that made your eyes roll back and your tongue stick out. 

“My pretty little slut is eager for my cum, huh?”

Unable to utter any word you just nodded. It was enough for him to thrust harder. Deeper. Faster. Until you both shook and yelled in ultimate ecstasy as he filled you up with his hot, sticky cum once more. His sweaty body collapsed on top of you, his hot breaths caressing your neck. 

You wrapped your arms around him and held him close, pressed a loving kiss on his forehead. 

“You’re a little dummy,” you laughed quietly.

“Huh? Why so?”

Both of you had trouble to speak properly, you still were trying to catch your breaths. 

“I wanted to tell you when you’re back from your trip.”

“Tell me what?” 

“That you’ll be a daddy. I got to know it shortly before you said you had to go overseas. I didn’t want to worry you, so I wanted to wait until you’re back.” 

Sang-Woo’s heart was about to stand still. You were pregnant already?! For a split moment he dropped the idea of joining the games again. But if he wouldn’t go and win the money…

Fondling his hair you whispered tiredly, “You’ll the best daddy in the world. I just know it. I love you.” It didn’t need another minute until you fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

A nightmare. Yes. It was one, Sang-Woo thought. But a beautiful one. 

Careful as not to wake you up he slowly put your arms away, stood up and put his clothes on. Buttoning his shirt up he made a decision. He’d participate in these games. He’d win. No matter what. No matter how high the price. Not only for you and his mother. But for the three of you. 

He’d return. He’d return and live the happy family life he’d always dreamed about having with you. This had been his dream. And this would become his reality.

For sure it would.

Yes.

For sure it would become reality...

[sometimeslwish]

BURNING IN DESIRE (You Belong With To Me)

MY VERY FIRST CALEB FIC, BABYYYY, LET'SSSS FUCKING GOOOOOOO. Guys, this is sitting at 3.4k words, I've never written this much before in my life. ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜@comatosebunny09 thank you so much for encouraging me as I wrote, and for the small help with the tags. I don't think I would've finished it without your encouragement.

Tags: Caleb x you, Caleb x f!reader, reader is mc, slightly dub-con (if you squint? Idk, feel free to correct me about that tag in the comments), bold mc, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, switchy switch? this was self indulgent as fuuck, degradation (whore, slut) and also praise, Caleb being a meanie by edging you once, possessiveness, petnames (pipsqueak, princess, baby) light choking (both m! and f!receiving)

I'd recommend listening to the following songs:

Bones – Wens | You – Greta Isaac | Anywhere you want – BB Cooper | PRETTY PLEASE & RUNRUNRUN – Dutch Melrose | BURNING IN DESIRE – Chris Grey

You don't bother putting any clothes on before leaving your room. 

Caleb is the only thing in your mind as you make your way through his place. He's been the only thing in your mind in these past few weeks, and you're starting to fray at the edges, wanting more and more each time you meet. You can tell he does too, he's been doing a shity job at hiding it and it's making it harder for you to pretend like you don't want him. Like you're not as crazy and dependant on him as he's crazy and overprotective of you.

The lights are off when you get in his room, with only the moonlight coming through the windows as you slip into his bed. His arms wrap around you the moment you settle beside him, years of habits driving him in autopilot. The fabric of his clothes rub against your body and they almost pull a moan from you, it forces you to bite your lip to stay quiet. There are whispers in your bones, chatter in your veins, and all of it pertains to the man holding you in his arms.

"Nightmare?" His voice is hoarse, deeper from the sleep and you revel in the way it travels deep into your core. You simply hum in response, burying your face in his neck before nodding. Gods he smelled so good, it was really a wonder how you managed to not jump his bones sooner. 

All the times playing girlfriend so other girls would stay back, when he would hug your waist and pull you closer, his voice close to your ear, always a turn of your head away from kissing him. Or when he'd simply carry you when you were being too stubborn, using his evol to pull you towards him before holding you in his arms. Letting go each time was harder than the last; you wanted to swaddle yourself in his scent, burrow under his skin and hide there forever, where no one else could reach but him. But it was alright now, you were going to get what you wanted no matter what. 

It doesn't take him long to register your lack of clothes– or lack of a shirt and bra, from his perspective. His hand sweeps down your back and stops at your waist before coming back up. You feel him tense up and you can't help the small smirk that takes over your lips. He calls your name as he sits up, "Are you–" you grumble softly before leaving your hiding spot and leaving his warmth. You sit up with him, blanket sliding down your body as you use an arm to keep yourself up. The moonlight behind you outlines your body and it makes you look like a dream, an enchantress. 

"It's okay," you whisper, staring into his eyes. His expression looks troubled, like he doesn't know whether to be elated or not, restraint written all over his features as he stares into your eyes. It's okay, really, and you'll help him see that. 

"You can look," you brush his hair away from his eyes, before caressing his cheek, a subtle way of making sure he won't look away from you. "You can touch too" You add, before taking one of his hands and nuzzling your face into his palm. His breath hitches when you kiss it, but he makes no other move. Your insides twist with impatience, and you have to hold yourself back from clenching your thighs as the pool of desire turns deeper. 

"Want me to guide you?" You move his hand down, stopping at your neck for a few seconds. You tilt your head to expose it, shivering at the warmth and the texture of the callouses in his hand. 

"You can leave marks here, bites too," you smile, breathless as you push his hand against your collarbone. His eyes follow the path you're drawing on your body and he gulps. 

Finally, finally you have him where you want him, where you need him. You're going to enjoy every second of it. 

You move his hand lower, and you make him cup your breast, "You can play with my tits," there's a slight twitch to his fingers and you grin, another wall down. 

"Grab my waist and squeeze to keep me in place," you go lower, pressing his hand to emulate a firmer grip. He's more responsive then, hand a little lighter and fingers less stiff. He shifts closer and you move his hand lower.

"You can mark me up anywhere, really, I wouldn't mind" you lean towards him and pull his arm, you stop looking at his face to look at your legs as you make him caress your thigh. His hands are so big that they make yours look smaller. As you stare at the goosebumps his fingers left in their wake, the fire in your bones burns brighter. You've wondered many times how his fingers would feel inside, how far they would reach, and tonight you'll get to feel it.

"Pipsqueak–" whatever he was going to say gets lost in the night as you move his hand between your legs, making him cup your mound. You can feel yourself dripping, wetter than you've ever been, and that only fuels the fire even more.

You look back at his eyes as you push two of his fingers between your folds and into your clit. You don't hold back your moan then, grinding your hips on his hand. It feels so good, better than you imagined, and you make sure to tell him so. There's a pained look on his face, and it makes you smile. 

Break for me, baby, I'll patch you back up.

His breathing is heavy, strained, it stutters to a stop when you guide his fingers to your entrance. You're forced to open your legs, bending a knee to accommodate and allow better access. 

"Can't you feel how wet I am for you? How much I want it?" It's a little hard to push his fingers inside, considering the position he's in, but the sweet feeling of his fingers being inside you makes up for it. You hold his hand there as you move your hips, fucking yourself on his fingers, and it feels a little humiliating to do everything yourself while he's quiet, but you're too gone to care. If anything, it makes the hunger worse, he's letting you use him. His hand is completely still, fingers straightened as he watches you. 

You bite your lip and raise a hand, you trail a soft caress from his chest to his neck, where you pull him closer to you. He's pliant in your hands, following your every lead as you make him look at you. When he looks into your eyes, you can see more cracks forming; you can see the lust, the love, the devotion. His beautiful purple eyes turning darker.

"I need it, Caleb, need you." You rub your nose against his before kissing the corner of his mouth, softly biting his bottom lip after "Don't you wanna make me yours?" 

That's all it takes for him to finally break. 

His fingers curl inside you the moment his lips are on yours, and you moan against his mouth. A high pitched sound that he greedily swallows down as he pushes you into the mattress. It takes no time for the kiss to deepen, for him to leave bites and marks on your neck as he fingers you, leaving you scrambling and gasping for air. 

"This what you want?" The pace he sets is relentless, and you can barely keep your eyes open as you nod, biting your lip as you squirm under him, legs open for him to settle between. "Answer me."

"Yes! Fuck, pleease, yes!" Your hands go to his hair, and you feel him chuckle against your collarbone before biting the skin there. You whimper when he tongues every indent left by his teeth, and shiver at the predatory look on his eyes. His fingers take no time finding the spot inside of you that makes you see stars, and your mouth falls open in a silent moan. 

"Look at you, so eager for me," you whimper when he licks one of your nipples, his free hand stimulating the other. He nibbles softly on it before suckling, timing his movements with each time his fingers pressed into you. He groans before switching to the other one, leaving a trail of saliva and bite marks as he went. There's the sound of squelching and you can't bring yourself to feel embarrassed about anything at all, not even bothering to hide your desperation.

"Caleb," you moan, arching into his touch, "feels so good, please don't stop, please." 

"How am I supposed to say no when you call out for me like that?" He murmurs, but there's something hidden in his voice, you'd be able to pay more attention to it if he wasn’t trying to finger you senseless. He shushes you, kissing you gently, the contrast making you warm inside. He whispers sweet encouragement to you as you near the edge, makes you believe he won't stop, only to leave you gasping for air when he pulls away completely. 

"Why?" You whine, chasing after him only to be weighed down by his evol. You whine again, feeling completely betrayed and empty, your pussy clenching around nothing. In this current predicament, you're not even allowed to reach the edge by yourself, since your hands are pinned to the bed. You can't even stay mad, it's hot, it turns you on and you've never wanted him so badly in your life. 

"You're so mean," He doesn't answer, ignores the pitiful look you give him and simply makes you stare as he undresses like he has all the time in the world. You sigh, all the real estate skin you could be touching and marking right now and he's being a big fucking meanie. Your mouth goes dry when his boxers are finally off. You knew it was big, you'd felt it against your thigh and caught glimpses of it before, it still didn't stop the delighted chill that went through your body.

You look up when you hear him snicker, frowning as he grabs your ankle and pulls you towards him "You're so desperate, it's adorable," there's a mocking edge to his voice, and you're surprised with how it makes you flush. It's embarrassing, but at the same time so hot. The conflicting emotions swirl inside of you, mixing into an addicting concoction that throws you into a haze.

"Nu-uh, look at me, princess." He grabs your chin with his free hand, "Keep your pretty eyes on me, 'kay?"

"Okay," he kisses you as a reward, keeps it from getting deeper in a way that makes you want for more.

"Atta girl, you're a fast learner," he praises and the hand that held your ankle trails up your leg, touch reverent and light, making you shiver with goosebumps. He spreads your legs open and taps his cock against you clit, groaning softly before grinding against your folds. His hips move slowly as he teases you, the head of his cock catching against the bundle of nerves. His hands roam your body, the same way as before, and you can't help seeking his hands with yours as you arch into his touch. Your eyes close, and he must be feeling generous because he says nothing about it.

"So beautiful," you hear him whisper, one of his hands trails upwards and stops at your neck for a brief second, lightly squeezing your pulse points before carrying on. You open your eyes when he caresses you cheek, his are already staring at you, and the look of utter devotion and wonder in them squeezes your heart. You hold his wrist when you nuzzle his palm, and you lick at his thumb when it caresses your bottom lip, all while staring into his eyes. The look in his eyes turns dark, and it makes you bolder, more greedy. You part your mouth and suck his thumb, your tongue swirls around the pad of it as if it was the tip of his cock.

"Who knew you could be such a slut," you moan at his harsh words and grind harder against his cock. You're close, awfully close, it's the fastest you've ever gotten to the edge.

"Oh, you like that? Like being called a whore?" He chuckles, pulling his hand away and using his thumb to draw teasing circles on your clit. "You're so filthy, baby" he tuts. You wrap your legs around his waist and yank him foward. It happens so fast that he loses his balance, and just like that, he slips inside and you come from the stretch alone, moaning his name as your orgasm wrecks its way through your body like an earthquake.

"You– shit, you're squeezing so tight. Did you just come, baby? Just from that?" You moan and nod, grinding yourself into overstimulation on his cock. You pull him closer and hiss at the feeling of the cold metal of his dog tags on your chest, but you ignore it in favor of kissing him. He's forced to prop an elbow beside your head so he doesn't crush you with his weight –not that you'd mind anyways, you've imagined him restraining you or putting you in a mating press so many times now that you can't even keep track.

"Sneaky little minx," he bites at your jaw and you pull him closer, wanting the warmth of his skin against yours. He hoists you up and crawls into bed with you in his arms, and you squeal when the angle and movement shoves him even deeper inside, "So needy, coming from just my cock."

He lays you down gently, using one of his pillows to put under your lower back. Your giggle turns into a moan when he gives an experimental thrust and your back arches off the bed. His movements start gentle, making sure you're completely used to his cock before he hooks your knees on his elbows and holds you in a mating press while fucking you. It's a harsh pace, and you can barely keep your eyes straight as he continues to burry himself inside of you, hitting all the good spots.

"Mhm, 'm such a- ah, whore, aren't I?" You bite your lip as you smile, clinging to his biceps and digging your nails into his skin. The pain makes him groan and, being as ceroed in on his cock as you are, you feel him twitch, "Just a little cock hungry slut." Your smile is crooked, with edges where they shouldn't be and dazed eyes that barely focus.

You grab at his necklace, hold the dog tags between your fingers and pull. It's his turn to shiver as he pays attention to the look in your eyes. It’s hungry, just as dark as his, if not more "But only for yours," you raise the same hand to hold his neck, tags held against his adam apple. You don't squeeze, but you do press at his pulse with your thumb. You feel him twitch inside you and your grin turns sharper. Your arms wrap around his shoulders like a snake on a hawk, and he's got no other option but to adapt to the position while fucking you. It's so much better and so much worse, he can feel your pert nipples against his chest, your moans and gasps closer and clearer.

"You'll give it to me, right baby? I need it." You bite his earlobe, and his thrusts get harsher, like he's trying to render you quiet and mindless. Or maybe he wants to see what else you'd say in this pleasure driven state. Whatever the case, it only makes you more ravenous and that, makes him more ravenous in turn. Like you're two beasts, feeding of each other in a never ending loop of pleasure and madness.

"S-shit, yeah, baby, it's all yours to keep" your nails scratch at his back as he keeps up with the relentless pace, and you swear you're seeing stars.

"Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop," you commanded, glaring at him as best you could while he pounded into you. Praise and encouragement slipped from your tongue as he kept the pace, all amidst broken moans and gasps.

He felt so good inside you, looked so good on top of you, his moans sounded so fucking hot, you wanted– no, needed to keep him, probably even more than he wanted to keep you.

"Mine," you whispered, moving a hand to his head and tangling your fingers into the strands before pulling to expose his neck. You bit into his skin, licking the teeth marks and sucking marks along his neck as a silent apology, "all fucking mine, right Caleb?"

"Fuck, yes, princess. 'M all yours."

That's all you could think of, a never ending string of "mine, mine, mine" over and over, paired with each of his thrusts. It rose along with your pleasure, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

"So fucking deep," you gasped, "So fucking good," your moans got louder, the pitch higher and in response, he moved faster. All of his focus was on you, he could tell you were close, your tell tale signs already memorized from when he'd fingered you. It drives him mad, drives him into grinding deeper, into letting go of one of your legs to circle your clit with his thumb, looking down to where your bodies connect and groaning as he sees his cock disappear inside of you.

"You're fucking perfect, pipsqueak, you know that?" He noses your neck, and revels in the way you instantly tilt your head to grant him access, "Perfect pussy, taking so fucking well and squeezing me so tight. You'll come for me, right pretty girl? Cream all over my cock?"

"If I do, you'll cum inside, right? Fill me up with your cum?" You were close, you were so fucking close and so was he. He'd almost cum just from you asking, but he wanted you there first, needed to feel you clamp down on him.

"Yeah, baby, I'll fill you up." That was all you needed to come, nails digging into his back and your body shaking under him as you had the hardest orgasm of your life. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream, eyes rolling back and head swirling with thoughts of Caleb. He's doesn't take long to follow you into the high, with a gasp of your name as he burries himself deep in you and grinds as he cums. You moan at the warm feeling, your fingers easing on his back. You scratch softly at his nape and he lets go of your leg. You wrap them around his waist to keep him there, and he switches to supporting his weight so he doesn't crush you as both of you gasp for breath.

You're on your way to fall asleep when he rises and pulls out, staring as his cum oozes and drips out of your pussy. You don't get a warning before two of his fingers are fucking it back into you.

"Caleb" you drawl out the last syllable, pouting as you watch him. He hums and looks back at you, with a smile that pretends to be innocent but is nothing like. You huff, roll your eyes and pull him into a kiss. It's slow and sensual, both of you taking the time you want without the desperation from earlier tainting the kiss. He makes you cum again like that, and then cleans both of you up before changing the bed sheets and kissing you goodnight.

When you wake up, it's to gentle caresses and kisses, all from Caleb. He's lying beside you, shirtless, with a soft smile and a fond look.

"Caleb," you call out, just because you can and you want to, before grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. You nuzzle into his neck before kissing the skin, all the way up to his jaw, ending the trail with a kiss on his mouth. You shiver when his arm wraps around your waist, enjoying the warmth of his skin against yours, and you bite his lip before soothing the sting with a lick.

"Good morning," There's the smell of food in the air and your hips and lower back hurt, but you don't pay any mind to it.

You have everything you need now.

[nomie-11]

Casual

masterlist!

synopsis: it’s hard being casual when you’re in love with your casual hookup (lowkey 18+ but no one actually does anything)

pairings: vi x reader

Y/n’s apartment, Sunday - 12:37 p.m.

This would be a one night thing. Vi swore up and down that this would be a fling, a fleeting terrible decision that would not come back to haunt her. You had made it abundantly clear that you were looking for a one-time fuck and not stability in your relationship—and Vi was fine with that, totally fine. 

But god, isn’t it nice to not wake up alone? To feel someone else’s warmth in her bed before she has to peel herself out of the sheets and go to work?

That’s what Vi had started to think after your third hookup, when she had forgotten to set an alarm and woke up in your arms well past noon. 

She should’ve slipped out before you woke up. Should’ve untangled herself from your arms, thrown on her clothes, and left like she always did. But you body was so warm against hers, your breath steady against her shoulder, and Vi let herself sink into it—just for a little longer. 

It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. 

It was supposed to be a quick, no-strings-attached kind of deal, just a way to let off steam. But Vi found herself lingering more often, letting her guard slip. Like last nightm when you had laughed at something she said, and she’d just… watched you. Committed the sound to memory like she had any business holding onto something so fleeting. 

With a groan, Vi rubbed her face and forced herself to move, but your grip on her waist tightened slightly, a sleepy murmur escaping your lips. She froze. 

“You awake?” She asked, voice rough from sleep. 

You hummed, half-asleep, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Mm. Too comfy. Stay.” 

Stay. 

Vi’s pulse stuttered. It was so easy to pretend that word didn’t mean anything. That it wasn’t a plea wrapped in drowsy warmth. 

But she wasn’t stupid. 

This was supposed to be nothing. No expectations, no attachments. Just a quick fuck, right? 

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Vi’s Iphone, Tuesday - 9:43 p.m.

Pillow Princess

> you up?

was about to ask you the same thing <

> liar

> you’re definitely at the gym rn

  yeah, well <

gotta make sure my arms stay pretty for you <

> bold of you to assume I care about your arms

so it’s my charming personality that keeps you around < 

> lets not get ahead of ourselves

damn and here I thought we were getting somewhere <

> speaking of getting somewhere

yeah? <

> you free tonight?

just dessert or dinner too <

> just dessert 

I’ll be there in an hour <

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Y/n’s apartment, Tuesday - 10:56 p.m.

Y/n always tasted sweet on Vi’s lips, the taste of her birthday cake flavored lip balm always made Vi a little crazy when they would make out. 

Vi groaned into your mouth as she pressed you deeper into the mattress, her hands skating up under your shirt, rough fingers tracing the dip of your waist. Your lips were warm, pliant against hers, and fuck—you made these little noises, these breathy little sighs that sent heat curling low in her stomach. 

She shouldn’t want this as bad as she did. Shouldn’t be letting her hands wander the way they were, pushing your shirt up and over your head. But it was just a fling, right? Just another night of stress relief, nothing more. 

That was what she told herself as she kissed down your neck, feeling the way your back arched into her touch. 

Your hands slipped under her hoodie and pulled it off, nails scraping lightly over the ridges of her abs, and Vi’s breath hitched. You were so soft, so warm, so fucking tempting. She could take you right there, let herself get lost in you for the night, and deal with the consequences later. 

But then you sighed her name, breathless and wanting, and something in Vi’s chest tightened—too much, too fast. 

She pulled back suddenly, her hands dropping to the bed like they’d been burned. 

Your eyes blinked open, confusion knitting your brows. “Vi?” Your voice was thick with arousal, and Vi nearly cursed at how much she wanted her face between your thighs for at least another hour. 

She swallowed hard. “I can’t,” she muttered, shaking her head as she sat back on her heels. “I—fuck—I just can’t.” 

Your confusion deepened, and you pushed yourself up on your elbows. “What do you mean, ‘you can’t?’ You were literally—” You gestured between the two of you, the bare skin of your lower body too tempting for her to look at for too long, frustration flickering in your gaze. “What’s wrong?”

Vi exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand down her face. “This—” she gestured between you both, mirroring your exasperation. “This hasn’t been a ‘one time’ thing in a while.” 

Your lips parted slightly, caught off guard. Vi’s jaw clenched. She shouldn’t have said anything. She should’ve just kept her mouth shut and gone with it. But her heart was pounding, her head a mess, and she needed to get out before she dug herself in deeper. 

“I should go,” Vi muttered, already reaching for her hoodie. 

You sat up fully now, watching her with an unreadable expression. “So that’s it?” 

Vi hesitated, fingers tightening around the fabrics. She forced herself to look at you, at the way you were watching her like you were trying to figure her out. Like you weren’t sure if you should be angry or disappointed. Maybe both.

“I don’t know what’s going on between us,” Vi admitted finally, voice quieter than before. “But this is not casual.” 

She stood, tugging her hoodie back on. “And I don’t think I can handle that right now.” 

The silence stretched thin between you both, and then you exhaled, shaking your head with a half-laugh—disbelieving, maybe a little bitter. “Then why’d you come over?” 

Vi’s stomach twisted. “I don’t know,” she admitted. And that was the truth. 

You didn’t say anything else as Vi grabbed her keys and walked to the door, but she felt your gaze on the whole way out. And when the door shut behind her, the taste of your birthday cake lip balm made her want to run right back into your bed. 

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Vi’s Iphone, Saturday - 6:24 p.m.

Pillow Princess - Formerly (I fucked it up sorry Cait)

> are you feeling alright?

yeah i'm fine <

why? <

> you weren’t in organic chem on Thursday and i went to the bar friday and you weren’t there  either

> just making sure i did accidentally kill you on tuesday

wasn’t feeling up to my shift on friday <

> so i did kill you then 

> my bad

you didn’t kill me <

just needed some space <

> right. sure. totally believable

you gonna come by the last drop tonight? <

> maybe

> your usual shift?

yeah <

see you there < 

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The Last Drop, Saturday - 9:37 p.m.

The Last Drop was already packed when you walked in, the low hum of conversation mixing with the occasional clink of glass and the steady thrum of music. The air smelled like whiskey and something sweet—maybe the remnants of someone’s spilled cocktail. You scanned the bar, eyes searching, and then you saw her. 

Vi stood behind the counter, sleeves pushed up to her elbows, a dish towel slung over ehr shoulder as she poured a drink with practiced ease. Her hair was a little messy, pink strands falling into her face, and she was wearing that damn tank top that showed off the muscles she definitely kept in shape partially just to make you stare. 

She looked good. Annoyingly good. 

You weren’t here to admire her, though, You were here because she’d been avoiding you beside the last text messages you had sent, and if she thought she could ghost you without an explanation, she was sorely mistaken. 

Pushing through the crowd, you slid onto an open barstool, resting your arms on the counter. Vi hadn’t noticed you yet, too busy sliding a drink to someone at the other end of the bar. When she turned back around and her eyes met yours, you could pinpoint the moment she realized she was trapped. 

For a second, neither of you spoke. Then, she sighed, tossing the dish towel onto the counter. “You drinking tonight, or just here to make my shift harder?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “Depends. You gonna keep running, or are we gonna talk?” 

Vi exhaled sharply through her nose, then grabbed a bottle from the shelf behind her. “I don’t run,” she muttered, pouring you a drink anyway. Vi knew what you liked—a Piltover style gin and tonic with a sprig of rosemary and a little citrus peel—and made it without even thinking, which made your heart race just a little. 

You took the glass, and took a slow sip, watching as she leaned on the counter across from you. her arms flexed slightly as she braced her weight, and you hated how much you noticed. 

“This isn’t casual,” you said, getting straight to the point. “And we agreed that it would be casual.” 

Vi’s jaw tightened. “I know.”

You frowned. “Then why are we pretending?” 

She didn’t answer right away, shifting her gaze to the side, looking at you made it harder to lie. 

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “It was supposed to be simple. No expectations, no feelings, just a quick fuck after a shift.” 

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “Yeah, well. That’s not what it is.” 

Vi finally looked back at you, something raw and searching in her expression. “What do you want this to be?” 

You met her gaze head-on. “Not this. Nit whatever bullshit we’ve been doing, pretending we don’t care when we obviously do.” 

Vi licked her lips, exhaling slowly. “So we try it, then? For real?” 

Your heart pounded harder than it should’ve. “Yeah. We try it.” 

For the first time that night, Vi smiled—not her usual cocky smirk or that dazed smile she smiled after a good organism, but something smaller, more real. Then, in a move so fast you barely had time to react, she was leaning across the bar, grabbing the front of your jacket, and pulling you into. A kiss. 

It was messy, too desperate to be anything else. Her lips pressed hard against yours, her hand sliding up to cup your jaw, fingers warm and slightly rough from years of fighting. Your drink was abandoned completely as you clutched at the front of her shirt, pulling her in like that could make up for the space she’d put between you all week. 

Someone whistled from further down the bar. “Damn, Vi, let the poor girl breathe.” 

Vi broke away just enough to laugh, her breath brushing against your lips. “Sorry,” she murmured, not sounding sorry at all. 

You barely had time to reply before she pulled back entirely, glancing at the clock on the wall. Then, with that signature smirk creeping back onto her face, she said, “I get off in an hour.” 

Your stomach did a little flip. “Yeah?” 

Vi wiped her hands on her towel, tossing it onto the counter. “Yeah.” 

You picked up your drink, taking a slip. “See you in an hour.” 

Thank you chappel roan for the song casual, someone eat me out in my cars passenger seat (i have a Subaru its very gay)

also please talk to me people reading this I love your feedback

If you enjoyed this one shot, please check out my other series!

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Anytime

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 (𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀) 𝗠𝗗𝗡𝗜 𝟭𝟴+, 𝘀𝘂𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘂𝘀𝗲 (𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹’𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗲), 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 (𝗮 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱)

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗻𝘁: 𝟰.𝟳𝗸

the fifth chapter of Open Til Midnight

Friday’s.

In your 23 years of living nothing has come close to the feeling of waking up on a friday. The bedsheets under your skin, the calming breeze of May, the pleasure you feel between your legs as Eddie slowly rolls his hips, his cock nestling deep into you. After you blew his mind last night, he wanted to make sure you’d go to work today with the biggest smile on your face.

“How’s this, baby?” He asks you over gritted teeth.

You look up at him. His cheeks tinged pink, his muscles tightening and those messy dark untamed curls draped over you. “So good, Eddie.”

He grin and laces his fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles. “You’re perfect.”

You roll your hips to match his slow pace. “Feels so good, you’re so deep baby.”

He blushes at the name. He’d told you he liked any name really, as if the name would be what he’s focused on when he can have you like this. Spread out beneath him, your tits slowly bouncing with every thrust.

“Yeah? Tell me what you need princess i’m right here.” He rolls his hips with a bit more force, a strangled moan falling from his lips.

“Want you to fuck me harder.” You said it so softly, and yet it flips that switch in his head to something feral. He caresses your hips before gripping and lifting you, fucking into you at the new angle at a quicker pace. He moans from the sounds of your prettier ones.

“Fuck, Eddie ‘s so good-“

He really was. Eddie fucks you like nothing you’ve ever had before. He caresses your body and kisses you gently, yet his grip is possessive and hungry, bruising your skin. When his eyes aren’t shut from pleasure, he’s looking at you. At your body and your face, paying attention to what gets you closer and what makes you moan the most because fuck does he love hearing you moan for him.

And the sounds he makes for you gets you even hotter. The way he moans your name when he’s leaning over your body, fucking into you as he kisses your cheek. The distinct sound of a whimper he lets out when you tug his hair. The way he moans louder and grips you as tightly as you hold him when you both come.

He pants and pulls you close to lay his head on your chest. He kisses between your breasts.

“Sweetheart, you take my breath away.” He grins, still slightly out of breath.

You look at him. How pretty he is after being so intimate. His cheeks tinged with pink, his eyes glazed with love and comfort. That’s all you feel in this moment with Eddie. He laces his fingers with yours and kisses your knuckles.

“Oh, I am weak princess.” He flops his head dramatically onto your tummy, causing you to laugh.

“You’re so dramatic.” You grin and caress his curls.

He lets out a small hum and murmurs against your tummy. “Charismatic, sweetheart. An entertainer if you will.”

You sigh and look at the clock on the bedside table. “It’s almost ten.” Almost time for work.

He groans. “You really know how to pick your timing sweetheart.”

You laugh softly, threading your fingers through his curls again. "Not my fault you're such a distraction."

Eddie lifts his head, resting his chin on your stomach. "You could call in sick, you know. Say you've got a fever. Symptoms along the lines of excessive grinning, weak knees, and an insatiable craving for more of me."

You laugh. “Come on. It’s friday. Big day, Eddie.”

Today’s the last day to round in cash. With the few summer rain showers you all had been getting, what better way to earn cash than to have a car wash.

Eddie chuckles and stands as he pulls you to the restroom. “It’ll be worth it. To see Harrington’s hairy chest chase away all of the hot girls.”

“And you want them to approach you?” You raise a brow, feigning offense.

He smirks and bumps his hip with yours as you ther toothbrushes with toothpaste. You bump yours back at his.

“There’s only one hot girl on my mind, princess.”

You smile and bump his hip back. “Good, because I don’t plan on sharing.”

~~~~

You don’t know how to feel as you stand in front of the mirror. The dark bikini top on as you adjust it on your chest. You fix your hair as you think, and you think hard. Today’s the day. It has to be the day. With Jonathan selling some of his cold cameras and Eddie selling yet another amp, everyone is pitching in to add to the cash you’ll bring in from the car wash.

Robin knocks on the door. “You finish up in there? I gotta pee..” You open the door and she smiles at you.

“Hey,” you raise your brows, “Where’s your swim suit?”

She snorts. “Think i’d be caught seen in that? No thank you.”

You roll your eyes, stepping aside to let her into the bathroom. "Come on, Rob. It's for the store, remember? Sacrifices have to be made if you even wanna use this same restroom next week."

Robin mutters something under her breath about dignity and grabs a tube of sunscreen off the counter. "I'll be the one holding the sign, thank you very much. Someone's gotta direct the traffic."

"Uh-huh," you reply, leaning against the doorframe.

"And it has nothing to do with avoiding water altogether?"

Robin gives you a pointed look, squeezing a glob of sunscreen onto her palm. "Let's not forget the time you convinced me to cannonball into Lover’s Lake only for me to come up with leeches on my legs. That kind of trauma sticks with a girl."

You laugh, pushing off the doorframe. "Fair enough. Just make sure the sign is big enough to get attention."

"It'll be neon," Robin promises with a sly smirk. "Like

burn your retinas neon. Trust me."

As you leave the bathroom you hear the faint hum of Eddie's voice coming from outside. You glance toward the window, spotting him in the driveway leaning against the van and fiddling with a box of supplies for the car wash. Even from here, you can tell he's already been in the sun too long, the tips of his ears are turning red and his curls are sticking to his forehead same as they were this morning.

You sigh, grabbing your sunglasses off the coffee table and a bottle of water for Eddie before stepping outside.

Eddie looks up as you approach, his face breaking into an easy grin.

"Finally," he holds up a sponge dramatically. "I thought I was gonna have to wash every single car myself."

“Now that’s a show i’d pay to see.” You giggle and take the sponge as he takes the water bottle. “You'd manage to break your back halfway through the first one."

He gasps in mock offense. "I'll have you know these guns are made for scrubbing." He flexes his arms and back, though the effect is somewhat ruined when Robin strolls out and snorts loudly.

"Yeah, okay Schwarzenegger," she teases, holding up her neon pink sign. "Just try not to scare off the customers with those guns."

“No promises.” He smirks at her, his eyes traveling to you as his eyes look over you.

You grin. “What?”

“Are you trying to kill me? Look at you.” He smirks and steps closer to you. “You are.. a gem. The most beautiful woman.”

“And you’re a sap. A simp.” You giggle at his dramatic gasp as he clutches his chest.

“But this morning I was hot and in your own words,” he grabs your hips and pulls you in closer by your denim shorts, “an animal.”

You laugh and speak low enough for only him to hear. “You are psychotic.”

“If loving you makes me crazy then I will gladly spend however many days in a ward for you.” He cups your face, his callouses brush against your jaw and it feels like home. Part of you still can’t believe your best friend is more than your best friend.

“Well then we’ll go together.” You grin and cup the back of his neck.

“I’d like that.” He leans in and kisses you. Soft and still so passionate. When he feels you smiling against his lips he lets his hands wander lower.

“Oh.. dude. Come on man.” Steve cringes as he walks out of the backroom.

Eddie kisses you one last time before pulling back and laughing as he looks at Steve, shaking his head at the both of you.

“Could say the same thing about you, Harrington.” He mocks Steve’s cringed emotions as he looks over his hairy chest.

“Whatever, at least I can grow hair.”

“I grow hair! Babe, tell him I grow hair.” Eddie looks at you.

"Oh you definitely grow hair Eddie," you tease, running your fingers through the wild curls framing his face. "Plenty of it. Just... not in the Steve Harrington man sweater way."

Steve scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. "Man sweater? It's called masculinity. You wouldn't understand."

Eddie rolls his eyes and turns his attention back to you, smirking as he wraps an arm around your waist. "You hear that? He's just jealous because my hair gets all the compliments, babe."

"Right. That must be it," Steve deadpans, heading to grab his sponge and a bucket. "Can you two at least keep your makeout sessions away from the store? Some of us have jobs to do."

As if on cue you hear a car horn from the lot aside of the store. “Duty calls.” Eddie kisses you one last time before pulling away.

“Let’s make some cash.”

~~~~

Hours pass and the car wash is going fine. It’s super hot given a day in May in New Jersey, but you all found ways to keep cool. Eddie had a stash in which you all partake in, hiding it whenever Hopper comes out for a cig. Jonathan and Chrissy stay in the store helping with sales and keeping business going.

You wash this older guy’s buick as he tells you some stories about his wife. It’s moments like this with customers that make you enjoy your job so much. Whether it’s selling records, washing their cars or well.. looking at polaroids of their wives from their wallets, you find joy in making their day.

As you take the cash the man smiles at you. “You remind me of my daughter. Just as giving and kind as you.”

“That’s very sweet sir, thank you.” You pocket the cash and grin. “Make sure to stop by tomorrow for a sale on our vinyls.”

“There is no sale sir but I can assure you a good experience is still guaranteed here.”

The dreadful, insufferable sound of Larry’s voice makes your blood boil. You nod at the old man to have a good day and turn to face him.

Larry has that pompous look on his face. “Don’t look so surprised.”

“What are you doing here?” You say as less of a question and more of a ‘you don’t belong here.’

“Here to sign, little lady. That’s part of our deal.” He pops his collar, trying and failing to be cool.

“You’re not signing anything, the first is tomorrow.”

Steve hears you and Larry and immediately sighs and looks over at Eddie. “That asshole’s back a day early.”

Eddie tenses immediately at the mention of Larry. "Of course he is," Eddie mutters, setting down his bucket and pushing off the hood of the chevy he’s cleaning. "Can't miss an opportunity to show off."

"Dude don't, come on," Steve warns, grabbing Eddie's arm. "It's not worth it."

"I'm not gonna fight him, Steve," Eddie says with a forced smile. "I'm just gonna remind him where he stands."

Eddie heads toward Larry. Steve decides he wont stop him, partly because he knows Eddie well enough to trust he'll keep it together… right?

"Larry." Eddie says, his voice dripping with mock cheer. "You're early. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

Larry turns to Eddie, smirking. "Just making sure everything's good to go for tomorrow. Don't want any surprises."

"Funny," Eddie says, folding his arms. "That's exactly what we were thinking when we agreed you'd sign tomorrow. No one said anything about you showing up today."

You place a hand on Eddie’s chest. “Larry wants a signature, is Hop around?”

“I’ll get him.” Steve says, frantically running off because Eddie has that look in his eyes.

The same look he’d give Jason Carver when he’d pick on his hellfire boys. The same look he gave Higgins after graduation, flipping him off. The same look he gave that customer days ago when he’d gotten rude with you.

“Sweetheart, go handle that Chevy while me and Larry wait for our signature.”

“No need for any conflict, mister….” He waits for a name but Eddie doesn’t give it. “I’m just here on business.”

"Or maybe you're just a pain in the ass," Eddie shoots back, his tone sharper now. He looks like he’s gonna pop any minute so you grab his hand.

“Guys, this is still a business. In or outside of that building, things have to stay professional for the customers.” You look at both of them.

Larry holds up his hands, feigning innocence. "Relax, I'm just here to hang out."

Eddie steps closer, his jaw tightening. "Hang out? Right. Because you're so much fun to be around, Larry." His voice drips with sarcasm and you tighten your grip on his hand trying to ground him.

Larry's smirk widens, clearly enjoying riling Eddie up. "What can I say? People love me." He looks at you briefly and the insinuation in his gaze makes your stomach twist.

Eddie sees it too. That's when he snaps.

Eddie lunges forward and punches Larry square in the jaw, the sound of the hit echoing louder than you expected. Larry stumbles back, holding his face in shock.

"Eddie!" you shout, your voice a mix of surprise and panic.

Larry straightens up with his hand still on his jaw and spits blood onto the pavement. "Jesus, so that’s it huh?! That how you treat all your customers at this shithole?" he snarls, though the glint in his eye tells you he's more amused than angry.

“You get the hell out of here!” Eddie lunges at him, hit after hit as you wail for him to stop.

It hurts you even more when Larry lands a few hits on Eddie. Robin runs inside to get Steve and Hopper and they quickly run out and pull Eddie off of Larry.

“That’s enough!” Hopper yells and points at Eddie. It’s less of anger and more of a fatherly warning before turning back to Larry.

He huffs and straightens up his suit. "Temper, temper. You better keep your little attack dog on a leash." He points at Eddie but looks at you. "You've got your hands full with this one, sweetheart."

Before Eddie can react again, you step in front of him, pressing your palms against his chest.

"Eddie, don't," you plead, your voice trembling as you feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest beneath your hands, his heart racing. His eyes burn with fury as they remain locked on Larry, but your touch keeps him grounded, just barely. "He's not worth it."

Eddie clenches his jaw, his fists still curled tightly at his sides. "He doesn't get to talk to you like that," he growls, his voice low but trembling with restrained rage.

Larry smirks, wiping a bit of blood from the corner of his lip. "Go ahead sweetheart keep defending him. Let's see how long this little hero act lasts." He adjusts his suit, clearly reveling in the chaos he's caused.

"Larry, you need to leave. Now," Hopper says firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument as he steps between Larry and Eddie, his imposing figure adding weight to the warning.

Larry shrugs, glancing around at the small crowd that's gathered. "Oh i’m leaving. But i’ll make sure this little scene doesn't go unnoticed." He gives one last sneer in Eddie's direction before sauntering off, leaning against the building and holding his jaw.

Just as you're about to speak the sound of sirens pierces the air. Your heart sinks as the red and blue lights flash against the building, and two police cars pull up to the curb.

"Shit," Steve mutters, stepping closer to you. He places a supportive hand on your shoulder as Robin and the others get the customers inside.

Two officers step out of the vehicles, one of them immediately approaching Hopper. "We got a call about an altercation," the officer says, glancing between Hopper and Eddie.

Hopper sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's under control. Just a little scuffle."

The officers look over Eddie. The blood dripping from his nose, his face already bruising up from the few hits Larry got on him. They prepare to question Eddie but Larry's voice cuts through the tension.

"Oh, it was more than that, Officer. That man,” he points dramatically at Eddie, "attacked me, completely unprovoked."

"That's a damn lie!" Eddie snaps, taking a step forward. You grab his arm trying to hold him back but the officers are already moving toward him.

"Sir, we need you to calm down," one of the officers says, his hand hovering near his belt.

"Eddie just breath alright? Everyone let’s just calm down, yeah?" Hopper raises his hands, stepping protectively closer to Eddie.

Eddie glares at Larry, then at the officers. "You're taking his side? After everything he's done-"

"We'll sort it out at the station," the officer interrupts. "Sir, turn around."

"No!" you protest, stepping in front of Eddie again. "He was just defending himself, that asshole shouldn’t even be here!"

"Ma'am please step aside," the other officer says firmly.

You look at Eddie, your heart breaking as the realization sinks in. You can’t fight. Not this time. When Hopper pulls you aside your eyes water as they take Eddie into the cuffs. Why couldn’t he just walk away? Why couldn’t he ignore Larry?

As they cuff him, Eddie glances over his shoulder at you. "I'm alright sweetheart," he says softly, trying to reassure you even as his voice wavers. "Not the first time.” And that aches your heart even more.

Tears prick your eyes as you watch the officers lead him into the car. Hopper tries to reason with the officers, but it's clear they're not going to let Eddie walk away.

You glare at Larry as he leaves the envelope for his signature of ownership. He walks off and gets into his car, not looking back once.

Hopper picks up the envelope and opens it, reading the paper as Steve walks up to you, giving you a hug as you cry in his arms.

“It’s okay, it’s Eddie. He always finds a way, yeah?” He rubs your back despite his own sadness.

“Son of a bitch.” Hopper says as he reads the paper.

You look at him and wipe your eyes. You see the paper in his hands.

“Hop, what is it?” Steve still holds you as you both look at him.

“Staff meeting. Right now.” He walks into the store. You and Steve look at each other. What could have Hop more upset than Eddie getting arrested?

~~~~~

“Incomplete certificate, what the hell does that mean?” Jonathan passes the paper to Chrissy.

“It means we’re fucked.” Steve sighs and runs his hand through his hair.

“Elaborate?” Robin raises a brow as she leans over to read with Chrissy on the very crowded sofa of the break room.

Hopper sighs. “In order to even own a company you need all of your licenses and certificates. Otherwise the property belongs to it’s predecessor.”

Chrissy frowns. “So Empire..”

“Is not ours. Never was.”

The room falls into silence, the weight of Hopper's words pressing on everyone like a heavy blanket. Larry tricked him. He tricked you all. All of the hard work in the past week, the time in the past years you’ve spent here. Just to find out it was never yours.

You sit in Eddie’s listening booth, the envelope and box of cash in your lap as you count the money you all totaled up for the store. If there’s gonna be no store, then maybe, just maybe you could use the cash for Eddie’s bailout.

You remember when you and Eddie sat in here together. The way he spoke to you.

‘Just.. stay here for a bit? I don't wanna be in my head anymore.’

You shake off the rest of the tears as you count the cash. You count and count until you hear a knock on the door.

“Come in.” You sniffle from your side of the bench, forcing a grin when Jonathan comes in with a paper bag and a fountain drink.

“Thought i’d bring you some lunch, my treat.” He forces a grin as well.

“I’m not really hungry. Save it for me?”

“Sure.” He sighs and looks at you then the cash. “How much?”

“Seven thousand and fourty nine.” You sigh. “I have a twenty in my locker.”

He nods and pulls some bills from his pocket. “Sorry it’s not much.”

You take the bills. “Guess anything’s worth it.”

Jonathan frowns, hating to see you so defeated. He holds a hand out. “Let me do this. You take the food and go with Hop to the station.”

You look up at him from the bench. “Are you sure?”

He sits down and nods. “If he wants to see anyone right now, it’s you.”

You hand him the bills and share a hug. “Thanks Jonathan.”

“No… thank you. I mean without you this place would’ve never made it as far as it has.” He squeezes your shoulder. “Now go. And please both of you eat.”

You nod and leave the booth, heading into the lot to ride with Hopper. You had changed into one of the tees Eddie keeps in his locker and grabbed your walkman.

You get into Hopper’s truck as he drives you both to the station. He rides in silence as you listen to the Journey tape Jonathan gave you.

Hopper speaks up. “There’s something I want you to have.”

You look at him. “Yeah?”

“Check in the glove compartment.” He focuses on the road, turning on his lights as the sun’s setting.

You open the glove compartment and grab a small box. “This one?”

“That’s the one.” He sighs. “It was gonna be yours tomorrow.”

You look at Hop before you open the box and you get chills. Your name is the best engraving, the title underneath it makes your skin warm.

assistant manager

You look at him and he speaks up seeing you’re speechless. “You are the heart of Empire, kid. Everyday I see you give it your all. And I know how much the place means to you.”

It felt bittersweet. The position you earned, despite going through so much in this crazy week, Hopper knew maybe it might cheer you up.

Your eyes water. “Hop.. this is,” you sigh and look at the name tag. “Can I still keep it?”

“You earned it. Empire or no Empire.”

It hurts him to say it just as much as it hurts you to hear it. You tuck the tag into your pocket along with something small for Eddie.

Once you get to the station they ask you to empty your pockets. So much for Jonathan’s lunch reaching Eddie. As you and Hopper walk back to see Eddie, he turns around.

You raise a brow. “You okay?”

His jaw tightens. “I was the chief of police. You sit with Eddie, i’m gonna see what I can do.”

You shake your head. “What if we upset them?”

He grips your shoulders. “I need you to trust me and stay calm okay?”

You hesitate but you nod. “Please be careful.”

“Go on.” He nods for you to get to the visiting room. You sit at the table in the quiet room. The lighting makes your eyes hurt a bit but it all goes away as Eddie comes in. The officer holds his arms, his hands cuffed in front of him.

“Miss we’ll be right outside.” Says the officer. He walks out and stands at the door.

Eddie takes a seat across from you, his face a mixture of shame and remorse. His dark eyes meet yours and for a moment the weight of the situation hangs heavy between you both. The metal cuffs around his wrists clink softly as he shifts in his chair, leaning forward slightly.

“See you’re wearing my shirt.”

You nod. “Mines got wet during the wash earlier.”

“Anthrax looks good on you sweetheart.”

You grin. A real grin, seeing as Eddie can still give small compliments despite his situation. He’s always looking for the upside even if he’s at rock bottom.

“We’re counting the money for your bail.”

He shakes his head. “That’s for the store.”

It’s best not to tell Eddie about the store and the certificates while he’s cuffed with a bandage over his nose so you decide not to.

“They take care of you?” You nod at his nose.

“Yeah. Im good baby, Larry hits like the middle aged old fart he is.” He grins and you both share a small laugh. “Besides, the nurse was pretty chill. Think she hates it here too.”

You can’t help but to huff out a laugh. "You always find a way to make friends in the worst places, huh?"

Eddie shrugs, his grin softening just a bit. "What can I say? I've got charm. Even in jail."

You roll your eyes but there's a flicker of warmth in your chest. This is Eddie. The Eddie who jokes even when he's bruised and battered. The Eddie who makes you laugh when you really shouldn't.

"Did they tell you when you're getting out?"

His smile fades slightly and he tilts his head back, the harsh light catching the edge of the bruise forming along his jaw. "Not yet. Might be a while if Larry wants to press charges."

“He can’t.”

Eddie raises a brow. “Did you miss what happened in that parking lot? The cops are clearly on his side, they’re probably even on his payroll.”

“Eddie.” You look at the door to see the officer isn’t looking so you place your hand over his. “Listen. I need to tell you something but you have to promise me you won’t freak out and cause a scene.”

He nods and looks into your eyes. Clearly his emotions are frazzled but your touch keeps him grounded this time. “Okay.”

You sigh. “The money we earned this week for Empire is your bail.”

His brows furrow. “Sweetheart that’s the store fund you know this.”

You shake your head. “Everyone agrees Eddie. We need you out of here.”

“But we need Empire more. We’re so close. Just sell a few more amps. Sell my van, I don’t care okay? We can’t let that asshole take our store-“

“It’s not our store.”

Eddie freezes. “What?”

You sigh and it hurts you to repeat what you saw on that paper. “Our certificates and licenses, every tape, every record we sold was signed by vendors who all work under Bassinger co.”

You frown and look into his eyes. “Empire is Larry’s.”

Eddie stares at you. For a moment it seems like he didn't hear you, like the words didn't register. But then his jaw clenches and you feel his hands curl into fists.

"No," he mutters, his voice low. "That's not possible."

“That’s why he wanted the signature today. It’s not for ownership it’s for rebranding.”

“Can’t we just give him the money we earned? Give him the ten thousand.”

You frown. “Eddie we don’t even have eight, you’re lucky we have the seven thousand for this.”

He sighs. “So we just let him win?”

You rub his knuckles. “I don’t know.. but I need you to let me be here for you Eddie. Like old times, yeah?”

He nods and his cuffs clink as he gently caresses your hands in return. “Like old times.”

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[justastargirlbabe]

BEST Friends | J. Routledge + J. Maybank

Innocent!reader x John b x JJ

Summary: Your best friends help swipe your v-card

Warnings: Loss of virginity, smut, oral (fem. receiving), Threesome, reader is a bit of an airhead when it comes to sex, aftercare...

“C’mon baby, there's no one better than us.” you’re currently sitting in between your two best friends, john b and jj. You might have let it slip that you’ve never had sex before, and the two gorgeous boys were quick with an idea. “Idk guys I mean, we're best friends a-and-and…”. You stutter, not having the courage to voice your thoughts. “And what princess?” jj blurts impatiently. “You’d have to see me yk… naked”. They both burst out in laughter hearing your confession. “Well duh cupcake, that's how it works.” jj goes back to laughing. John b speaks up, trying to settle your nerves. “Sweetie, c’mon were your best friends, we just wanna help you feel good,” he says rubbing your thigh soothingly.

“O-ok, but how do we umm start?”. You question cautiously. With no response jj gently takes your face into his hands and smashes his lips against yours, catching you by surprise. John b settles for your neck, placing gentle kisses as he sneaks his hand under your shirt. You pull away from jj, nervously looking at John B's actions. Jj intervenes before you get too unsettled. “It's alright cupcake, just lift your arms so me and jb can see your pretty tits”. Flattered, you lift your arms, allowing John b to remove your shirt, whilst jj unclips your bra. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this from us sweet thing.” this time john b claims your mouth, jj moving down your body to suck on your nipple, groping the other breast in his hand. You moan into the kiss with john b, and they both smirk. “You like that don’t you baby, c’mere lets get you out of those pants.”

john b removes his shirt, jj doing the same, and they both help you slide your pants off. Leaving you in your pink underwear. “Aw, princess your so fucking cute in your pretty little panties but these gotta go”. Jj tuts at you. Feeling nervous, you don't move. John b picks up on your body language. “Hey baby, it's ok. We just wanna take care of you, but you gotta trust us alright?” John B says. You nod in response but that just isn’t quite enough for John b. “ uh-uh honey, gotta hear you say it.” you take a deep breath before you break the silence. “ok, but uh please just go slow, oh and you guys gotta take your clothes off first.” The boys smile at you before moving to take off their pants. “Anything you need cupcake,” JJ confirms.

After staring wide-eyed at the size of their dicks, john b tugs on your panties, signaling it's your turn. He helps peel them off of you and you witness jj take them in his hand. Inspecting the pink cotton he touches on a wet spot and looks to John b. “I think someone's excited”. He says looking at you, making you blush.

You allow them to push you back on the bed, jj spreading your legs. “Sorry I'm all icky and not waxed” you say, panicking. “Hey hey it's alright, completely normal hun.” john b says assuring you. “Why don't you just start off by showing us how you make yourself feel good, that ok baby?” jj says trying to get a hint at what you like. You speak up cluelessly, “u-um what d’you mean?”, “y’know like when you flick the bean, or play with the pea, tickling your fancy-”, john b cuts him off. “He means Masturbating babe. Can you show us how you do that sweetie?” he questions. “Oh I um… uh, haven't done that before.” say surprised. “ Here I'm gonna rub on this spot and I want you to tell me how it feels.” jj starts drawing slow tiny circles on your clit. You throw your head back, shocked by the foreign yet amazing feeling. Sensing that you’re ready, John b delivers a quick kiss to your lips and sinks his mouth down on your soaked pussy. Jj goes to hold your head up, making sure you see how good they’re making you feel. “ oh-oh my god bee, your making me feel so good fuck”. John b smiles up at you as he sucks down hardly on your clit.

You whine at the loss of contact when he pulls a way to talk to you. “Yeah ik it feels good bunny, but i think you’re ready to take this cock yeah?” you almost gasp at his vulgar use of words. “It's alright mama, jj’s gonna open you up real good first. The boys swap places, “okay mama gonna stick a finger in, just remember to breathe.” you take a deep breath in as you feel his finger enter you. He begins to curl his finger inside, causing you to yell out and your body completely jolts. “Sh sh it's ok baby, he just found your sweet spot s’all.” john b cuts in. jj resumes, this time adding a finger. You cringe a little at the slight stretch but completely relax again when you feel John b kissing your neck. Without you even noticing jj has slipped in a third finger and you’re moaning louder than ever.  “I think she's ready for some dick JB” jj claims.

John b slides a pillow under your head, as well as one under your hips. He spits on your pussy once, and runs his finger through your slick lips. He takes his fat cock, already glistening from pre-cum, and taps the tip against your throbbing clit. He lines himself up with your entrance, your eyes snap shut anticipating his actions. He tries to enter but you’re just too tense. “Dude what's up?” jj questions. “She’s too tight, honey you gotta relax your mind so that it can go in smoothly.” John B informs you. “I’m sorry, I just can't, I'm scared.” you confess. “Hey there's nothing to be afraid of, baby, just take a deep breath and focus on my fingers.” jj instructs. He starts applying pressure on your clit making you loosen up enough for john b to slide right into your pussy. Your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape as he moves in and out of your dripping cunt. “Mm bee dat feel s’good” you manage to mumble out. “yeah baby I know, you gonna cum already hm?” he says mockingly. “Mm- I-I dunno w-what that is”, you force out dumbfounded. This time jj steps in, “you know baby, like an orgasm”, he says shocked at your innocence. “Oh-oh, I uh I’ve never done that, I don’t think.” you clench around john b even more feeling a sense of heat building in your lower abdomen. John b notices the change in your face, “you feel it coming don’t ya pretty girl?” you frantically nod your head, feeling like a bomb is about to blow inside of you. Suddenly the greatest thing you’ve ever felt erupts inside you. John b continues his rough pace as feels your orgasm rush over you, his own following quickly after. Jj gives you sweet kisses as you come down from your high, and gets you a glass of water, allowing you to take small sips. John b pulls out of you slowly, and feeling the after effects of your orgasm, your eyes get heavier.

“Hey sleepy girl, c’mon I know you got one more left for me” jj says almost encouragingly. You whine, “it's ok hun, i’ll make it quick”. The boys swiftly swap places carefully making sure your body is supported at all times. Their sudden movements slightly alarm you. “Shh s’alright sweet girl, jj jus gonna use your pussy real fast,” he places soft kisses to your face as JJ slides in, his thumb nudging at your clit. You gasp feeling the difference of his cock compared to the previous one inside you. He slightly speeds up his movements, already getting close from just watching you. In no time, you reach orgasm #2 crying out whilst jj fucks you harder chasing his own release.

When he's finished and clears his head, JJ grabs a damp towel from the bathroom to wipe off the mixture of juices from the three of you. You wince and snap your legs close, the feeling of the cool rag on your worn out pussy becoming too overwhelming. “‘S alright mama, just cleaning you up”. “C’mon baby, ur sensitive but ya gotta open your legs for jay”. They persuade you. Once he's thrown the rags into the hamper and you’ve gotten some more water, the boys help you slip on one of their t-shirts and place you in bed. “W-what! You-you’re jus gonna leave me” you say panicked. “No honey, don’t worry we’re staying, just relax babe.” they both climb in on opposite sides of you. You lay your head on jb’s chest while jj spoons you from behind caressing your curves until you fall asleep.         

[tinysunshine]

━━━ ✧˖° 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐍

‎ ‎ [ 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ]

female reader, inclusive language. minors dni.

kinks: protective daryl, reader is extremely girly and feminine, fingering, very light dom/sub, fucking on a motorcycle, daryl sucks his fingers, pet names, oral sex, cum swallowing, slightly rough sex, some dirty talk, true love

warnings and triggers: age difference, reader is a former sex worker, trauma bonding, violence, death, slut shaming, bullying

word count: 13.4k

plot with porn, slight alternate universe.

you’re known as the princess of your group - soft, feminine, a girly girl who doesn’t want to get her hands dirty. despite the cruel new world you’re living in, you still hold on to whatever remnants of beauty you can find, hoping for a better tomorrow.

daryl is the opposite of everything you stand for. he’s hardened, rugged, ruthless - he’ll do whatever it takes to survive. despite your differences, you find yourselves drawn to each other in ways nobody, not even you two, can really understand. you bring softness to his strength, and in daryl you find a friend, a lover, a protector.

he’s everything you find warm and safe in this cold, scary world. you cling to him, and the best part?

daryl clings back.

“Cookies?”

The look Daryl gives you actually makes you crack a smile, and it’s a nice feeling. It’s been a long time since you smiled, now that you think about it - but it’s not like you’re keeping score. 

Because if you were - you’d probably be able to count the amount of grins that’ve graced your face in the last eight months on one hand. Life has been brutal to everyone this year.

“I know it sounds weird,” you explain, crossing your legs on the rock you’re sitting on. Daryl’s supposed to be keeping watch of the camp while Rick and a few other men from the group make a run into the neighboring town for supplies. The plan was, because even the smallest things need well thought out plans in this world, that the women and children of the camp would rest, and if Daryl saw any walkers, he’d wake everyone up. 

Sort of dumb, in theory, with how fast things happen when walkers are added to the equation, but it’s all this group has got. 

Plans and Rick’s hope. 

You’re supposed to be resting too, since yesterday was a travel day - long and exhausting. But you can’t sleep. You’ve got a headache, you’re hungry, and your sleeping bag is still a little damp from your water bottle, the plastic gone thin from having been dropped too many times, breaking while you drove from your last destination. Your tent is cold and you’re sharing it with a single woman who has a child, and their crying is really starting to bum you out. 

So you decided to join Daryl keeping watch. He’s perched on a little ledge that overlooks the rest of the camp, able to see anything coming or going before anyone on the ground can. You’re not great with a gun, but since the world went to shit, you can handle yourself pretty well.

You want to help protect the camp and everyone in it, especially since you asked Rick to pick up another reusable water bottle for you while he was in town. The look on his face was so priceless it actually made you a little sad. 

“Doesn’t just sound weird,” Daryl replies, shifting to get more comfortable on the grassy ground. There’s another rock for him to sit on, but it’s something you’ve noticed about him - Daryl always chooses to sit close to the ground, even if there’s a proper place for him to sit. “It is weird,” he grumbles the last part, busying himself with chucking a rock a few feet away while a squirrel scampers up a tree. He curses under his breath, no doubt pissed at himself for not securing another meal. 

You’re distracting him. You should feel bad, but you don’t. 

Before walkers and the end of the world as you knew it, you used to be so concerned with manners. Worried about what others thought about you more than you worried about your own well being. You’re not like that anymore. It’s a dark, although funny thought - that it took something as drastic as an apocalypse to finally rid you of your people pleasing habit. 

There’s a crunching sound a few yards away that has the both of you tensing up, frozen while you listen for the sound of growling, but it never comes. Daryl visibly relaxes after a minute, which is your cue to start talking again. He just listens, although from the angle you’re sitting at, you swear you see him roll his eyes. 

“You ever think about how weird it is, the stuff we miss?” You ask, but you already know he’s not going to reply. Daryl rarely replies, but you know he’s listening. You don’t have any real proof that he is - but what else would he be doing while you chat his ear off? He can stand up for himself, doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do - if he didn’t want you talking to him, he’d tell you to fuck off. 

It’s a small victory you hold close to your heart - the fact that he just puts up with you. You continue. “I mean, everyone always says they miss things like hot showers, electricity, or whatever. I do, but I guess it’s not the thing I miss the most. For me, it’s cookies. But not bakery cookies. The kind of cookies you get from the store, the cheap ones. When you flatten the cookie dough yourself, and no matter what, always burn them or undercook them,” as you talk about it, you can taste the ghost of cookies past on your tongue. It waters a little, your mouth, which goes to show you just how hungry you are. 

All you eat these days are protein bars and uncooked cans of whatever food the group can find. Sometimes, with your eyes closed and your breath held, you’ll try bits of squirrel or owl or whatever other animal Daryl hunts and shares with the group, but even the thought makes you nauseated. You never knew you’d be able to have preferences when the other choice is starving to death, but the difficult human spirit prevails, you suppose. 

Daryl glances at you, and although it’s pretty dark, the moon shines light enough that you can see his expression. You’d expect his face to be mean, aggravated - tired. Listening to a young woman ramble about baking cookies while his body is on high alert to protect an entire fucking camp - but instead, Daryl’s expression is soft. He lets you continue, although his reaction does remind you that you’re also on guard. But aren’t you always?

The gun strapped to your hip and the knife in the pocket of your boot feel extra heavy at the reminder. 

You clear your throat, trying to keep your voice low. God forbid a fucking walker kills you or anyone else in this group because you couldn’t shut up about cookies. 

“Maybe it’s stupid, you know? I just,” you look down, playing with the zipper on your jacket. Suddenly, you feel really embarrassed. On the spot. Daryl probably thinks you’re a fucking idiot. Your face heats up. 

But it’s not just the cookies. You leave out the part where the cookies remind you of your parents. How your mom, when she was alive, used to make them for you after a rough day. That those cookies were the staple of every sleepover you’ve ever had with your best friends. How those cookies were -

“It ain’t,” Daryl’s voice takes you out of your thoughts. You look at him, brows furrowed. You catch his eyes for only a second, before he looks away quickly, pretending to be occupied by something on the dirty ground. “It ain’t stupid,” he finishes. 

You wonder that night, after Rick and the others come back to relieve you and Daryl of your duty, while you’re laid up in your sleeping bag that hardly protects you from the cold - what does Daryl miss? Sure, out of everyone in the group, he’s most equipped at living this kind of life. Knows how to hunt, can stomach raw fucking meat, isn’t scared of anything, or so he says. What reminds him of home? What thoughts comfort him?

Surely, whatever those thoughts are, they’re not as dumb as store bought cookie dough. 

But what Daryl said stuck with you. Not stupid. You fall asleep, albeit with one eye open, feeling a little less cold. 

Because for a moment, Daryl’s understanding?

It made the world feel a little less broken.

────

“Gross,” you mutter, blood slashing on your face. You just shot a walker in the head, and your ears are ringing from the loud noise of the gun. You’ll never get used to firing that thing. How loud it is, the way your hand shakes even minutes after you pull the trigger.

Daryl comes from behind you, and he lets out a laugh. It’s low, short - if you weren’t trained to hear the noise, you’d miss it. Because really - it’s like you’ve literally trained yourself to look for little cues that Daryl is having a good time. Or, since you doubt anyone these days is having a good time, at least that he’s alright. That he’s not annoyed at you for hanging around him or talking to him or irritated at your presence in general. 

“Blood on your face grosses you out, but you’ll pick through walker guts for a bottle of nail polish,” he shakes his head, but it's not like he’s judging. In fact, Daryl actually seems a little…fond? He’s teasing you, and normally the reputation you have in this group as a girl that’s afraid to get her hands dirty, too girly to do anything for yourself - it stings. 

But not when it comes from Daryl. You can tell he’s teasing, and you roll your eyes playfully. 

“Didn’t dig in walker guts for that nail polish,” you remind him, even as he walks past you to lead the way. You glance at his back, the angel wings on his leather vest, and will yourself to stop the heat rushing to your face and the arousal pooling in your belly at how fucking strong he is. Big arms, muscles that look like he should be on the cover of a body building magazine instead of in these creepy woods with a crossbow. You gulp. “There was a little blood in the nail polish section when we did a run the other day. I cleaned it off the bottle I wanted. No biggie.”

Daryl scoffs, and you smile. “Yer crazy, girl,” he replies, and at that you look down at your nails. Baby pink, the same color you always used to choose when you’d get your nails done back at home. You could shiver with pleasure, just from thinking about the feeling of warm water on your hands, someone paying special attention to your cuticles - lotion, that you don't have to share with every other woman at the camp. The polish you’re wearing, painted just two days ago, is chipped and stained red with walker blood, but it’s better than nothing. 

Makes you feel a little more human. A little more like a woman. A little more like yourself.

Now, if only you could find some hairspray and a razor. 

You’ve been joining Daryl whenever he lets you - or, more truthfully, whenever Rick tells Daryl it’s okay for you to join him. Rick still doesn’t believe that you know what you’re doing, thinks of you as a liability, but you’re determined to prove yourself. You got to go on a run the other day, and today, Daryl went to check out the perimeter of the grassy hill the group is currently camping in, and you volunteered to go with him. 

“You sure?” Rick had asked when the plan was originally made, looking at Daryl with squinted eyes. He pretended like you didn’t exist, even as you were standing right next to him. Daryl nodded. “S’okay with me. I’ll look out for her. Bring yer gun,” he told you, and you nodded, skipping after him down the trail. 

Around Daryl, and maybe this is why you like him so much - it’s easy to feel like a woman. Easy to feel safe, too. Daryl just knows what he’s doing, and he’s so strong, big, can handle so much. Being around him feels good, but you know it’s all just a farce. 

You’re not safe and neither is Daryl, a fact that becomes even clearer when you almost trip on a dead body by a stream you’re both passing on the way back to camp, alerting a walker that was only a few yards away. Daryl was able to kill him with an arrow, but it was a close call. 

One minute, laughing and talking. The next, like you’re begging death to open the door after ringing his doorbell a few too many times. 

You walk back to camp in silence, walker blood splattered on the both of you. When you get back, it’s nearly dark, and you help a few of the other women finish some laundry and keep an eye on a few restless kids. Life sucks in this world as an adult - but you can’t imagine living like this as a kid. Although, you think, watching them throw dirt at each other and believe the food their mothers are giving them really tastes just like chicken nuggets, maybe being so clueless is for the best. 

After dinner, on your way to your tent, you see Rick and Daryl talking. You try to listen in, pretending that you’re just getting your sleeping bag ready for bed, but you don’t hear anything of importance. Meaning, you don’t hear either of them bring up your name. You feel like a highschooler, desperate for friends, eager to belong - hoping your crush notices you. 

Because that’s what this is with Daryl, isn’t it? You’ve got a crush on him. Butterflies, wanting his attention, looking for excuses to be around him. It’s pathetic but a little beautiful, you admit - that even in a situation like this, where death surrounds every person, no matter who they are - there’s room in the human spirit for a little love. 

A crush, you think again, fixing your nails in your tent. You can almost convince yourself that life isn’t so horrible, just for a minute, until the woman you share your tent with comes in for bed and complains that the smell of the polish is too strong and makes it hard for her to sleep. 

Okay, bitch, you say in your head. It’s not like the walker guts and dead bodies beyond our tent smell any better. You bite your tongue and walk out of the tent, making your way to the empty clearing a little ways away from the tents. It’s so quiet, there’s no way you wouldn’t hear a walker if one was to come around you, but you have a knife on you just in case. No gun, since the noise would just draw more to you. 

You think these things through. You just wish Rick, and the rest of the group, would see that too. 

It’s dark, except for the moon and the stars shining pretty above you. Maybe the little fact you read online years ago about the environment is true - people are the cause of everything bad and all the pollution. A little more than half a year into the apocalypse, and there’s no smog clogging up the skies. It’s a gorgeous night. 

You sit with your hands flat on the ground, waiting for your nails to dry. You get a good few minutes of silence, until the noise of footsteps has you nearly jumping out of your boots, reaching for your knife, only to realize that it’s not a walker, but Daryl coming to plop down next to you.  

“Gosh, Daryl. You scared me,” you complain, letting out a whine. He doesn’t say anything, just sits next to you on the ground, although he moves so his back is facing your back. Makes sense, so you're both safe from all angles. Daryl always thinks about little things like that. 

He’s quiet for long enough that you start to think of something to fill the silence. “Damnit,” you mutter, letting out a huff. “I ruined my nails.”

“Oh, quit it,” Daryl replies. “Whatcha doin’ out here all by yerself? You got a death wish, girl?” You’re mortified that Daryl is scolding you like you’re a kid, like you’re an idiot, and coming from him it just hurts even more. 

You’ve always had an even temper, but in this new world, you lose it more often than you used to. It’s probably just the way life is now - the stress, the hunger, the cold and the dirt and the sweat and the lack of anything that used to bring anyone joy. It makes everyone crazy. 

“Yeah, well - ‘m sure your buddy Rick hopes a walker gets to me. Know he was talking shit about me earlier.” You sniffle, but you’re not crying yet - it just really hurts, that you feel like such dead weight at this camp. You’ve never really been insecure, but you feel like nobody likes you. Nobody understands you. And yeah, surviving is more important than being miss popular with a group of people in the apocalypse, but everyone’s always talking about this group being family. Does that include you? It doesn’t feel like it these days. 

Daryl is silent, as you expected. Normally you don’t mind the company, even if it’s a mute one, but tonight you’re feeling on edge. Until Daryl speaks. “Rick ain’t my friend. No one wants you to die, kid. Yer too much,” he mutters, and then you stand up, aggravated and not wanting to take it out on him. 

You begin to walk away when Daryl reaches out and grabs your ankle to stop you. “Daryl,” you warn, as if you’d do anything to retaliate even if he pulled you on the ground with him. But you keep up the hard ass attitude - it feels good, you admit, being difficult for once. You don’t get to be anything but accommodating at camp. 

“Rick and I were sayin’ how valuable you are to the group. How much you’ve grown,” he explains, and you roll your eyes, make a show of stomping away, knowing, loving that Daryl is right on your heels. Because there’s no reason for him to stay in that clearing - he’s not on watch tonight. He was only hanging around there for you. 

Despite acting like Rick’s comment meant nothing to you, on the inside, as you walk to your tent, you fight a smile. So Rick has noticed your effort. That’s all you wanted, except - 

You realize that maybe approval you wanted so badly never needed to come from Rick - 

Because the approval from Daryl feels pretty damn good.

────

Daryl fixes you with a look that makes you burst out laughing. 

You’ve only been at this spot in the woods for a few weeks, but so far, quality of life among the camp has improved. Almost a year in this new world, and this is the first time anyone’s ever slept with both eyes closed since before people turned into the living dead. There’s a river nearby perfect for fishing, and tonight at the campfire, you had your first taste of - what did Daryl call it?

Sushi.

“Just so you know,” you say, crossing a leg over the other on the little log you’re sitting on. The sun is going down, and the sky is a pretty shade of pink and even a little purple. You wonder if nature has always been this beautiful - you’d always just been too preoccupied to see it. You put a tiny piece of the fish Daryl caught and cooked into your mouth, surprised at the taste. You don’t have to fake your reaction. It’s not bad at all - but you wouldn’t necessarily say it’s good. Tastes better than another can of old spaghetti rings though, that’s for sure. 

Still, you can’t help teasing. You finish your original statement. “Sushi tastes much better than this.”

Daryl smiles, just slightly. And not the fake kind of smile he does when he’s just trying to be polite. Like when an elderly man from the group tells a joke no one else laughs at, or when the strap of your last bra broke and you started crying until Rick promised, cheeks red, that he’d look for your size on the next run.

Right now, it seems like Daryl’s actually having a good time. 

The thought makes you smile.

“Thank you,” you tell Daryl, and you swear you see him blush. “It's better than sushi, really.” 

“Yeah,” Daryl says, nodding. He’s grown uncomfortable with the compliments already. “It’s the best yer gonna get.” Others from the group join you around the campfire, and then Daryl takes off, but not before giving you one last lingering gaze. He has small eyes, you’ve noticed - a little hooded, but so beautiful. He’s incredibly handsome, in a unique way. A pretty, no, beautiful man. His stare burns you, warms you up even with the chill in the air.

It’s only later, when the rest of the group clears off and you and Daryl are alone again, that he speaks. He’s sharpening a knife, leaning on the side of a camper van for support, and you’re at a makeshift sink (bucket) washing the dishes. It was your least favorite chore before this new world, and it’s still your least favorite after. 

But, if you let your mind go there - something about the dynamic between Daryl cooking dinner and you cleaning the dishes up has you - 

No. You’ve got to stop acting so juvenile. 

On one hand, this little crush you have on Daryl is something positive that gets you through the day. Waiting to talk to him, excited to be around him - it shines light on a dark, terrible reality. On the other hand, getting attached to anyone at this camp is a bad idea. You just lost someone else a few days ago. 

The reality, that death really is lurking everywhere - that something could happen to you, or Daryl…it makes your palms sweat and your breathing become erratic. The reality of this new world is just so scary and cruel.

You’re done with the dishes and you dry your hands on an old flannel that the camp uses as a dish towel. You feel Daryl watching you, and you like it. 

“What are you looking at?” You tease, pushing some hair away from your face. “There a walker behind me or something? 

He scoffs. “I wouldn’t look at no walker like that,” he grumbles, but then he must realize what he said - what it really means. You’re so excited you’re almost vibrating, wondering, realizing now - that maybe this crush isn’t one sided. But you still try to play it cool, even as Daryl shakes his head, says, “Wasn’t lookin’ at nuthin.’”

You don’t know what to say to that. You begin to walk away, excited to spend the rest of the night in your tent going over this interaction until you fall asleep, but what Daryl says next stops you in your tracks. You freeze.

“Gotta get you a bra on the nex’ run,” he says, and your knees feel weak. “Those things almos’ poked me in the eye. You cold or sumthin’?’”

You fast walk to your tent, nearly crying from embarrassment - but your entire body is dizzy with excitement. It’s adrenaline, but not the same kind you get when you’re running or kill a walker and make it out alive - a different kind, one you haven’t felt since maybe even before the walkers. It lights you up inside, makes it hard to breathe - and the funniest part?

Daryl has no idea your nipples are hard because you’re aroused - all from watching him sharpen a knife. What can you say? A man who can handle a weapon like that can surely handle…other things.

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The fire crackles as you sit back, the warmth from the flames doing little to ease the chill in your bones. It’s freezing outside, but you’re under a warm blanket, and if you delude yourself enough you can almost convince yourself that this is just a toasty evening with friends and not a risky fire that could very well lead walkers directly to the camp.

But there’s nothing the group can do - it’s simply too cold to go without a fire tonight. Even Daryl, king of having his arms always showing, is in a jacket tonight. Which sucks, because you really love looking at his arms…but this is survival.

There’s hushed conversation while Rick tells a story, a few pairs to the side chattering, and you feel left out until you notice that Daryl isn’t talking to anyone either. He’s just looking at the ground, then the fire, gaze flickering to you every few minutes. 

And you only notice that because your eyes can’t stay off of him. You can’t help it - it’s like you’re always looking for him. There’s something about that man, as dumb as it sounds, that makes him feel like your own security blanket. Even seeing him from across the camp, just a glimpse, can settle your nerves like nothing else. 

Suddenly, a voice from next to you tries to get your attention. It’s Derek, a decent looking guy about your age - but he’s pretty useless, as far as skills go. He accompanies the rest of the men for runs into town, can kill a walker if necessary, but he’s selfish and all about himself. Won’t even take watch at night, says it interferes with his sleep. You can’t stand him. 

You try to avoid his gaze and pretend to be busy, picking at your cuticles and hoping he leaves you alone, but no such luck. 

“Look at you, princess,” he teases, and you cringe so hard you wonder if it’s visible. It’s embarrassing, being referred to like that - so what, that you like the color pink and happen to be attractive? You’re not hurting anyone. The clothes you’re wearing, the pink clips you have to hold your hair back, the floral printed pillow case - those were all things you had before the world went to shit. 

You didn’t know the apocalypse had a dress code. 

You’re sick of being teased. Of being reduced to this overly feminine character - as if you don’t keep watch just as much as the men. As if you don’t kill walkers when they get close to the camp, while the other women hide. As if you don’t cook, and clean, and - 

Derek is still talking.

You sneak a glance across the campfire at Daryl, who holds your gaze for a minute before dropping it. You look back down too, play with your fingers on your lap. You’d go to your tent right now if you weren’t scared about the safety of falling asleep with no one actively on watch. 

“So, what’d you all do before this?” Derek asks, leaning forward. He’s asking the group, but he’s looking at you, which means - you’re supposed to go first?

You wonder if this has anything to do with what you told Cindy, someone you used to share a tent with before she found room in another one. There’s not much to do these days when you’re not cooking or cleaning or hunting or moving - lots of time to sit and talk. The apocalypse is so much more boring than you ever anticipated. You shared a lot about your past with her, but surely she wouldn’t gossip about you to the others in the camp?

You thought girl code was still a thing, even in these trying times. 

Everyone is silent, waiting for your answer. Even Daryl and Rick seem interested, which makes you feel even worse. You wanted to fit in, not be the center of attention.

You shift uncomfortably, before clearing your throat. You can feel Cindy’s eyes on you, sitting just a few people down. “Nothing special. Just,” you pause and shrug, unsure of what to say. “Whatever I had to. To survive.” 

Back then, surviving was all about money, and ever since your parents died when you were a teenager, money is the one thing you never had enough of. One thing you did have though, is your beauty. So you used it, to get the things you needed, and sometimes a little more - but it all boiled down to one thing, just like it does now - to survive. 

That’s all life is about, really? Take away the frills, the fun - people just want to stay alive, no matter how rough things get.

So - you had a boyfriend to pay your rent. A man that loved to take you shopping. A lonely guy who paid off your car. You’ve never lived in luxury, but you always made it. Always got by. Had the things you needed and a little bit more. Always -

“Yeah, well, we all knew you were a whore.”

The words leave Derek’s mouth and you’re frozen. Speechless - and that never happens to you. You’re so shocked at what he said that your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, and it’s only then that you realize the bottle of hard liquor on his lap. 

You glare at Cindy, who quickly gets up and runs to her tent, more scared of you than walkers apparently - good, you think, because she’s such a bitch for talking about you behind your back. You try to be cool about it, to laugh it off like Derek is so wrong it doesn’t even deserve a reaction, but you’re so embarrassed you feel your chest aching. 

Has everyone known about your history the entire time you’ve been at camp? You shared those stories with Cindy in the beginning, one of the first nights you arrived, desperate for some comfort. Is that why everyone treats you so differently from the rest? Is that why you’re the black sheep of a fucking camp formed during the apocalypse?

Does Daryl know?

You’re ready to defend yourself, but you don’t get to. Because Daryl is around the fire so fast you don’t even have time to blink, grabbing Derek by the collar of his shirt and pounding his fists into his face. 

The sound of knuckles against bone is excruciating, makes you want to hurl - but you don’t tell him to stop. You’re frozen, and anyway, Derek deserves it, doesn’t he? 

It’s Rick, and a few other men that pull Daryl off of Derek, who’s sporting an eye so swollen it won’t shut and a busted lip, a cheek that’ll be purple for the next few weeks for sure. “Whore,” he spits, still able to talk, even as someone drags him away. “Man, shut up already,” one of the guys says to him, but nobody eases the sting of what he says. 

Daryl wipes sweat from his brow while Rick walks off to talk to Derek, but he can’t get a word in with the shit the other man is spewing. “Fucking whore,” he keeps grumbling. “There’s no money to milk from men anymore, is there? Bet you put out for that fish Dixon caught for you. Did you do the same for that new bra? Or that water bottle Rick brought back for you? Almost died you know, getting that shit for you, maybe you can thank me with,” Rick kicks him in the ribs before he can finish and tells him to shut up in that leader voice of his. 

You run off, now that the rest of the group has scattered, but you hear Daryl yell out, “Yeah, man, you should’ve died,” with a string of curse words. “All you fuckin’ people looking’ at her. Yer all whores in your own way. Useless too,” he continues, but you don’t hear it because you get into your tent and zip it up.

Great. All this drama, and now nobody is ever going to fucking like you now. You’ll be the black sheep forever, won’t you? It’s a harsh wake up call, and you’re thankful you’re alone. Your tentmate must’ve taken her daughter out to be with the other kids, away from the rowdiness at the fucking campfire. You sniffle, and climb into your sleeping bag. 

A minute later, before you’ve even had time to process what’s happening, Daryl enters the tent. He’s so big, it’s hard for him to fit, but he manages - cursing and crouching in a way that would make you laugh if this wasn’t such a depressing situation. 

He sits next to your sleeping bag. Knees bent, arms around his legs. He just sort of watches you. You look anywhere but his face, but you notice his knuckles are bloody red and torn, all because of you. 

“Didn’t have to defend me,’ you say, instead of thank you. “I wasn’t a whore, so,” but Daryl cuts you off. 

“Don’t matter what you were. He shouldn’t talk to you like that. Little prick deserves his ass kicked anyway. Can’t even shoot straight,” it’s like this moment is as uncomfortable for him as it is for you. You share a look, but you look away first, afraid of the intensity. You’ve never had someone stand up for you before - not like this. What are you supposed to say? What are you supposed to do? 

You say nothing at all. A few more minutes go by, with your vision blurry as you stare at Daryl’s knuckles and he stares at the hole that shows the grassy ground in the bottom of your tent. Finally, he sighs, annoyed, and even though you’re not talking you’re still worried he’s going to leave. He’s your teddy bear after all, right? Your security blanket. Maybe you’re selfish - but you don't want him to go. 

And he doesn’t. Instead, Daryl adjusts his position so he can reach into his pocket and pull something out. It’s bright pink, satin looking - you wonder if he’s going to hand you a pair of racy panties just to seal the deal that he thinks you’re a slut. A whore. 

But is he wrong? The look of the muscles in his arm, at his sheer size - at the smell of him, so masculine and woodsy in this little tent it almost makes you dizzy with want. 

After what just happened, how can you be thinking about sex? Maybe you are a slut. A whore. You’ve done things for money before, but -

Daryl hands the piece of pink satin to you. “S’posed to be a ribbon,” he says, shrugging. He’s embarrassed you realize, and it’s cute. “Found it on a toy, er, teddy bear, thought you might like it. If you don’t, I,” but you cut him off, scoot closer to him as you tie it around your wrist. 

“Thank you, Daryl,” you say softly, sweetly - and it feels so natural to lean in and press your lips against his cheek. His body is warm, and when you grip his bicep every cell in your body is on fire with desire. He must’ve taken his jacket off after the fight. If it could even be called that, with the way Daryl jumped Derek. Fights are usually a two way street.

Your heart swells, at the fact that he protected you. Thought about you on a run. Saw something and thought of you. Men have bought you things before, of course - but never something personal like this. Never something you didn’t have to ask for beforehand, for nothing in return.

Daryl, he - he gives you feelings so fuzzy and pure in your chest that you almost forget you’re sleeping just a few feet away from a forest of dead bodies. 

He doesn’t wipe his cheek when you pull away after the kiss, which is a step in the right direction. You’ve seen Daryl lose his shit over the intimacy of a simple thank you hug with someone else from camp before.

You feel special.

“Was nothin,’” he says, before pausing. He looks at you, then away again, wringing his hands before continuing. “Don’t feel any typa way about doin’ what you had to do to survive, ya hear me? I know what it’s like to do what you hav’to to live, ya know? That fucker. He doesn't have a clue about makin’ it on your own. How tough it can be. Don’ listen to the shit he’s got to say. Don’t listen to none of these people,” he won’t look at you, but you look at him, the side profile of his face so handsome you want to reach out and touch him. But you refrain. 

Instead, you squeeze his arm, bicep tan and bulging. You lick your bottom lip. “Daryl,” you interrupt him and he looks at you, gaze on your eyes, then your lips, then to the pretty ribbon tied around your wrist. He visibly swallows, before looking back at your eyes. His eyes are blue, pretty. Too pretty for a man as rugged as him, but what’s the saying? 

A person who is good on the inside - their beauty shines through. You think that’s true about Daryl. At this moment, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a man as beautiful as him. You breathe him in, going crazy over his pheromones - his smell. You can feel your body getting aroused at his closeness, and he’s not even doing anything sexual.

“Next time,” you say, teasing tone in your voice, “Can you bring the whole bear?”

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“Look at us,” you say, trying not to skip beside Daryl. A mood this good feels eerie in this new world, but you can’t help the way you feel.

Daryl asked you to join him for a walk, and ever since that night when he gave you the ribbon in your tent - you’ve been closer than ever. You wear the ribbon around your wrist every single day, except for right now, when you’re wearing it to hold some of your hair back. 

You’re not sure what’s going on with you and Daryl, but there’s a freedom about it that fills you with joy. Helps you exhale easier in this crazy, cruel world - because he’s safe, and you like being around him, and he obviously likes you too, right? Or he wouldn’t ask you to go for a walk every single day, wouldn’t pay special attention to you during meals, making sure you’re eating enough - 

And he really wouldn’t have kissed you against a tree during his watch last week if he had any bad feelings towards you. 

Things at the camp are complicated, because that stunt Derek pulled separated the group. There’s people that hate you, because they’re really mad at Daryl - but nobody can be actually mad at Daryl, since he does so much for the entire group. Catches animals for food, is one of the strongest men besides Rick. You’re not exactly his girl, not even close, but you know that the only reason you haven’t been used as walker bait is because of Daryl’s status at the camp. 

When he kissed you, just a few weeks after that night in the tent - it was so much softer than you imagined. Because, yeah - you imagined what it would be like to kiss Daryl Dixon. Ever since you met him, really. He’s so tough, so crass, such a force. It’s always been an opinion of yours, that the toughest people really just need some softness. You wonder now, when he smiles shyly at you as you walk past a stream, if you’re that softness for him these days. 

“Look at us, what, girlie?” He asks, and you stifle a giggle, trying to remain serious for the bit of the joke. You brush your hand against his as you walk, wondering when he’ll grab it. Wondering when, if, he’ll ever claim you. But you’re trying not to rush things. It’s easy to get worried about time, when every single day is life and death - but there's something kind of beautiful about just going with the flow of what feels good. 

Living in the present, which is literally all you have now. All anyone has. And right now, your goal in the present, is to make Daryl laugh. 

“You’ve got your bow,” you say, gesturing to his weapon, “And I’ve got mine.” You flip your hair, showing off the pink, satin ribbon holding your hair away from your face. Daryl chuckles and shakes his head, but it only lasts for a second. 

Your face heats, pleased with yourself for making him laugh, and then your breath hitches when he grabs hold of your hand. 

“Yer sumthin’ else, girl,” he says fondly, and you walk into an area dense with trees before he nudges you against the trunk of one.

You don’t know what life was like for Daryl before walkers took over the population. You’re not sure if he had a lot, or a little, experience with women before this all happened. In fact, you don’t know a lot about Daryl at all. He’s closed off, he’s a little mean sometimes, too tough for his own good -

But god, the way he kisses. 

Hesitant, like he’s scared to take something he didn’t earn. You want to tell him that every single part of you, he has earned. You’ve known him for more time than your longest relationship. You’ve seen each other filthy, desperate, depraved. Covered in blood, covered in guts - starving, dirty, depressed. For a man that hardly talks, Daryl somehow knows you better than any man, maybe even any other person, ever has. 

He stood up for you. He tries to take care of you. He’s a good friend, he’s -

When he slips a hand to your hip and drops his crossbow on the ground, squeezes at your skin in a way that’s so possessive it makes your breath hitch, you literally let out a cry. Against your lips, Daryl murmurs, “Quiet, ‘less you wanna have a threesum with a walker.” His tongue tastes like cigarettes, a little bit like the apple juice one of the kids at the camp wanted him to try, because he’s a good sport, even if his resting bitch face might suggest otherwise. 

There’s something about him ordering you around that does it for you. You let him take charge of the kiss, but you grab his roaming hand and move it to your breast. He squeezes, but in your new bra, you don’t feel the friction you’re so desperately craving from him rubbing over your nipples. You want more, and you whine, trying not to be greedy but it’s just so damn hard. 

Against the tree, Daryl slips a leg between yours, and you shamelessly bend down to try to rub your aching core against it. “Daryl,” you whine, and he laughs, pulling away to look at you, his hair that’s getting longer plastered against his forehead with sweat. Everything about him is overwhelming. His smell, intense, his lips, delicious, his strength and size, so fucking hot you just want to curl up in the pocket of his shirt and stay safe forever. 

Because you don’t have a doubt in your mind - Daryl would keep you safe. You wonder, why you wasted your time with finance guys and entrepreneurs and men who’d never gotten their hands dirty, back when life was normal. Daryl, with calloused fingertips and his thick accent, a country boy through and through - he pleases you, makes you happier than anyone you’ve ever met before. 

Yeah, even in the apocalypse, you can find the romance. You kiss Daryl deeper. 

He moves his hand down from your breast to slip it into your pants, and he lets out a low noise in his throat at the feeling of your wetness already. Just from kissing him. You’re not ashamed - it’s been a long time since anyone touched your pussy like this, a long time since you even touched it yourself. There’s just no time alone, and you share a tent, and -

“Yer soakin,’” Daryl comments, and your entire body flushes with humiliation. But the good kind. You nod. “For you,” you whisper, and he leans his forehead against yours before capturing your lips in his again. 

Just as you expected, Darly is good with his fingers. He positions one of your legs over his hip so he has better access to finger you, rough hands, the calloused pads of his thumb dragging over your clit, so swollen after so long without cumming. It’s not going to take long, you know, to completely fucking burst. You want it so bad, to come apart on his fingers, to show him just how good you can be. He’s knuckle deep inside of you while still also putting pressure on your clit when you let out a screech, thankful you opened your eyes in time to see the walker coming from behind Daryl. 

You push him off of you until he curses and tries to pick up his crossbow, fingers still slick with your pussy, but you beat him to it. You grab the knife out of your boot, even though your body feels like jelly, and you slam it into the walker’s forehead as hard as you can. You huff and puff, because it takes a lot out of you, and when the walker is on the ground you slam your boot into its face a few too many times until the bottom of your shoe is covered with walker brains. 

“He’s dead,” Daryl says behind you. “Don’ waste yer energy.” You roll your eyes, wiping sweat from your face with a bandana you had in your pocket. 

“I know. That’s for him ruining my orgasm,” you say out loud, and behind you, Daryl lets out a low whistle. You’re really humiliated now, but what are the chances? A fucking walker trying to eat Daryl while you’re trying to get him to eat you? Some fucking luck. 

There’s still blood splattering on your face, and you turn to Daryl, wiping it with your sleeve. “Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you,” you say sheepishly, unsure of how to read his bland expression. But just because a walker interrupted, doesn’t mean you don’t want to continue your little fingering session. Just in case, shame out the window, you reach for him. Daryl backs away slightly. 

“Slow down,” he says, pulling away from you. “Don’ wanna fuck you in the forest,” and you understand, but also - where else can you have sex? Everyone’s always watching each other. When else can you get some time alone? 

Daryl looks down at the bulge in his pants, and you reach down and grope him, like some kind of horny harlot. Maybe you are. He watches you, the color of your nails, your tiny hand - and he lets out a groan himself. 

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he says, leaving you speechless and wet in the middle of the woods. He starts to walk away, but his head is turned to you and his eyes never leave you. You know it’s because he’s making sure you’re safe, watching over you, even with his dick chubbing up in his pants. He tugs his weapon up to rest on his shoulder. 

If that’s not a man, you don’t know what is. 

“Daryl,” you start to say, following him, about to beg him for something more, but he just throws an arm around your shoulders and tugs you along. You use the opportunity with his hand on your shoulder to tie the ribbon around his wrist, a small mark of your ownership. You wonder what he’ll say about that, if he’ll be mad -

He just squeezes your shoulder. “Not tryna deny you. I want you. Me and the little guy,” he looks down to his cock in his pants, obviously referring to that. “Yer just too pretty to do somethin’ like that in the woods. My tent, tonight?” You know that his tent mate is keeping watch tonight, so you’ll be alone for a good amount of time. Enough time to - you shiver just thinking about it. 

You nod eagerly. 

“You sure you’re not just disgusted at what I just did?” You phrase it like a joke, gently rubbing your lips on the healing cuts of his knuckles, but you’re serious. Maybe seeing a woman behave greedy, wanting, desperate - violent - maybe it was a huge turn off. 

Daryl shakes his head and tugs you closer, presses his lips to the top of your head. “Nah,” he assures, looking back down to the bulge in his pants. It’s even more noticeable than before. He takes the hand he used to finger you and sucks the digits, covered in your slick, into his mouth. The muscles in your cunt clench, at the way his cheekbones look, the level of lust in his eyes aimed at you. 

“That was fuckin’ sexy,” he assures, popping his fingers out of his mouth.

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At dinner that night, which is squirrel - so you settle for half a protein bar and a bruised apple, Rick sits down beside you. You’re eating away from everyone else, because Daryl’s helping someone with something like he always is, but it’s alright because you’re in your own world, thinking about what’s to come later tonight with him. 

You’re in a trance, remembering the way he scratched at your scalp fondly when he walked you to your tent and watched you bend down to get inside. “Don’t sprain yer wrist before tonight,” he joked, insinuating you’d be finishing yourself off. He went off with a wink, leaving you reeling - because since when did Daryl Dixon joke around? 

You’ve been riding on a high for the rest of the night. 

Rick sitting beside you takes you out of your thoughts. You look at him and swallow the bit of stale protein bar you’ve been chewing for probably ten minutes, quirking an eyebrow at him. He’s so serious, it’s annoying. 

Don’t get it wrong - you like Rick. Appreciate everything he’s done, does for the camp - he’s just so intense, but he’s handsome in his own right too. Not your normal type, but then again - neither is Daryl. You just don’t understand a man like Rick, and he doesn’t get you. But he’s the best thing this group has, because he has everyone's interest at heart. Even someone like Daryl, well - 

He puts himself, and you by extension now, maybe - first. It’s not a bad thing, in fact, you find both sides of the coin admirable in their own way. 

“What’s up, Rick?” You finally ask. He looks down to his hands, before nodding behind you, and you turn and look at what he’s referring to - it’s Daryl, looking angrily at Derek, who’s by the fire drunkenly talking shit about everything while people try to calm him down. You sigh. 

“You and Daryl,” Rick says, and you’re not sure what to say to that - statement? Accusation? You just nod. “What about us?” You ask, and you really don’t mean to be rude, but you’re not sure why whatever you’re doing with Daryl is any of Rick, or anyone’s, business?

You expect a lecture. Something about needing to earn your keep, to stop distracting him, to make things right with Derek. Instead, Rick just pats you on the back, literally. 

“You’re good for him,” he says, before awkwardly walking off when someone calls his name. No doubt for a crisis that could easily be solved without his help. You feel sorta bad for Rick - people are so stressed, so traumatized in this new world, that they don’t want to use their brains at all. They put all their problems, no matter how small, on Rick, and that’s gotta be hard. 

You want to call out some sort of acknowledgement for all he does as he walks away, but Daryl begins walking towards you before you get the chance. You’re still looking towards Rick. “You checkin’ the boss out?” Daryl jokes, with something like possessiveness or jealousy in his tone. It burns you in the best way possible - that Daryl might worry about something like that. 

What can you say? You’ve always thought a possessive man was hot. 

Daryl plops down beside you. You’re sitting on a log, but he’s on the ground. Typical Daryl behavior. He wraps a hand around your ankle - and suddenly you’re very glad you got a chance to shave with the razor you stole from someone’s pile of toiletries after the last run. 

“That all yer eatin?’” He asks, referring to the empty wrapper in your hand. You shake your head and show off your sorry apple, but Daryl just shakes his head and scoffs. “Tha’s not enough. You can’t be picky about,” but he stops when he sees the expression on your face. 

You’ve talked to him about this before. He didn’t reply, but you know he was listening. Food - it’s the only thing you can be a little picky about. Everything else, you don't have any choice over. Where the camp goes, who you share a tent with. Food and now, this thing with Daryl - that’s all the power you have. Daryl nods, like he gets it but doesn’t like it, and then changes the subject. 

“Are you cold?” You ask, and Daryl laughs. As kind as he is to you, you know that he’s uncomfortable when you, or anyone, tries to show any kind of care for him. He nods his chin towards the ratty blanket you’re using. “You gon’ share with me, girlie?” You shake your head, a grin spreading across your face.

“No,” you say, tossing the blanket, the apple, and the wrapper into a duffle bag next to the log you’re sitting on. “Just thought I could warm you up in your tent.” Daryl looks like a deer caught in headlights as he peaks over your shoulder to where the rest of the group is getting ready for bed, his tent mate grabbing a gun before heading to the area where he’ll keep watch while everyone sleeps. 

Daryl nods. “Yer dirty,” he grumbles, standing up, but he runs his hands up and down his bare arms like he’s feigning being cold. “C’mon then. You gunna warm me up or what?”

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The first time Daryl fucked you, he went slow. Took his time, opening you up with his thick fingers, even though you didn’t need the extra time. You were aching, wet - desperate for him to shove his cock inside of you, because you’d been thinking about it for too long. Too much kissing, humping, friction between the two of you - all you wanted, could imagine, was how his cock would feel against your throbbing center. 

When he finally thrusted inside of you, stretched you out and began to fuck into you, he didn’t let himself go like you always imagined. Insecurely, you narrowed your eyes, even as your back arched off of his sleeping bag. “When’s the last time?” You asked, referring to the last time he had sex. Daryl just let out a shaky laugh and calmed your fears with a thrust that made your toes curl and a moan escape your lips. 

��Long enough, pretty girl,” he assured, all while you huffed in brat and dug your nails into his shoulders. “Jus’ wanna enjoy it. We’ve finally got the time.” And Daryl was right, but really, when is he ever wrong?

The first time you had sex you got to enjoy going slow. But the rest of the times after that - and there’s been a lot now, it’s always a quickie. A rush, because shit hit the fan at your current camp soon after the first night together. The entire group had to move, you lost people to walkers (though not Derek, unfortunately), and now getting off with Daryl only happens in quick spurts whenever you’re alone. 

In a way, the drama surrounding the camp has made the two of you closer. 

When the entire group has to drive down a walker infested highway, normally you’d be in a camper van with the other women and children, but Daryl has your back. 

“You’re ridin’ with me,” he says, shooting Rick a look before anyone can object. As he walks off, he purposely bumps his shoulder into Derek, who scoffs and does the same to you. Daryl doesn’t notice, but Rick does, and he tells Derek off before Daryl can do anything drastic like beat his ass again. 

“Hey,” he warns, shoving Derek away from you. “Watch it,” Derek grumbles, glaring at you before hopping into the back of a truck with a few of the other men. “What?” He asks mockingly, because you’re frozen, watching him in a trance while Daryl starts up his bike. 

Derek just can’t leave you alone - he picks on you every single chance he gets. “You got Rick standing up for you now too, huh?” He says, shaking his head in disgust. “You let him fuck you too?”

It’s not his words that hurt so much, but it’s the fact that he’s saying them at all. You’ve never done anything to Derek, have only been nice, yet he looks at you like a target and it hurts so bad your eyes threaten to spill tears. Thankfully, Daryl comes for you, and you get on the back of his bike with ease. 

“You okay?” He asks, even though it’s hard to hear with the sound of the rumble from the motorcycle. You nod, and press your face into his back. Daryl takes off down the highway, leading the way while Rick follows behind, and you selfishly let yourself doze off against him. You trust Daryl, more than you’ve ever trusted another man - and that’s a lot of pressure. 

Trusting anyone these days means you’re putting your life in their hands. It’s exhausting. When you tell the women at camp you’ll watch their kids while they go to the restroom, or go for a walk - essentially what you’re saying is you’ll protect their kids if shit was going south. Even just the thought, being responsible for someone else - it makes your chest heave. 

Your arms are tight around Daryl as he drives. You’re not sure how long you’re on the road for when the motorcycle stops, but you know you’re much farther ahead then the rest of the group. In another life, you imagine Daryl happy and free - driving to a city, or another town on a brand new motorcycle. Maybe working in a shop. You feel a pang of sadness, that he’ll never get that. 

He deserves so much more than this shit. You all do. 

Except maybe Derek. 

And Cindy. Fuck that bitch.

Daryl stops the bike and you get off, stretching your legs. 

“You good, dolly?” He asks, and you wrinkle your nose at the nickname. You’re pretending not to like it, when in reality, it makes you tingle all over. You nod. 

“You go fast,” you say, and he laughs, steps off of the bike and walks to an empty field off to the side of the highway. “‘S the only way to go. Stay here,” he orders, before walking off. He grumbles something about taking a piss and you stifle a laugh, pretending to salute him. You see his hand twitch, like he wants to jokingly flip you off, but he stops himself. 

Something about that, that he won’t play rough with you, has your knees feeling wobbly. You feel like you can breathe, without the rest of the group breathing down your back, insulting you, accusing you of doing sexual things just to be treated like a human being. You try not to think about it, because you want to have a decent day and don’t want Derek to be the cause of tears when you’ve been through worse circumstances without crying. It’s hard though. 

You walk around the motorcycle, eyes on the ground. You catch a glimpse of your shoelace, pink against the black of your boot, because you used the ribbon for added flair when you gave your shoelace to someone at the camp who needed a belt. 

Daryl saw you, and promised you that night with his cock buried deep in your throat, “I’ll get you some more ribbons, pretty girl,” he assured, while you gagged and spit dribbled down your chin. “Too hard to hold your hair back when yer suckin’ me off like a pro.” 

That comment should’ve stung, but you know Daryl didn’t mean it like that. In fact, it was so hot that you did your best, until he spilled down your throat and you licked the mess you made off of his cock and balls and thighs. 

You’re lost in your thoughts, busy giving your pussy a heartbeat when you notice a little gold, bullet shaped thing on the ground. You’re not sure what it is, but if it is a bullet, you know having extra is always good. You reach down to grab it, only then realizing that it's a lipstick. 

You pop open the lid. It’s a pretty pink color, and while it’s used - you can’t even remember the last time you wore makeup. You wipe the top layer off before dabbing some with your finger and putting it on, trying to check yourself out in the mirror of the motorcycle when Daryl comes back. 

“The fuck are they?” He asks, zipping his pants up. He’s so, so, so - crass sometimes that it’s endearing. You shrug, and that’s when he notices the lipstick you’re wearing. His eyes are hooded, heavy with tiredness, and it makes him look all the more handsome. “There a makeup store aroun’ here I shud know about?” He teases, and you shake your head and hold up the lipstick tube. 

“Found this. How’s it look?” Daryl just nods, looking at you with a strange expression. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, until he tugs you closer to him by the wrist and tentatively presses his lips against yours. 

“Don’ care about the gloss,” he comments, and you resist the urge to explain it’s not gloss, it’s lipstick. “But I don’ call you pretty girl for no reason. Always pretty,” he says shyly, and Daryl is a perfect guy, but he never opens up. Hardly ever says how he feels, or what he thinks - but he’s being clear now. That he wants you, verbally, even though his actions in everything he do is always proving that to you. 

It’s crazy, the feeling of happiness bubbling in your chest, all thanks to Daryl Dixon. On the fucking highway filled with walkers probably silent in their cars, with flat tires and blood stains and ramsacked belongings, you stand on your tip toes and nudge the toe of your boots against his, grabbing hold of his handsome face and peppering kisses all over. You leave pink lipstick marks, but he doesn’t know that yet - and it makes you giggle. 

Putting your mark all over Daryl - you’ve never been possessive, but wow does it feel good. When you finally pull away, Daryl looks at you like you’re crazy. Then he takes a look down the highway to make sure nobody’s coming, before bending you over the front of his motorcycle. 

“Grab the handlebars,” he orders, a hand on your back before roughly pulling your pants down your ass. It’s risky, knowing that the rest of the camp could drive up at any minute, but who really cares? They already think so low of you. They already -

Your eyes shut as Daryl shoves his half hard cock inside of you, and your walls clamp down around him, so tight you feel him growing. It happened so fast he wasn’t even fully hard, but now he is, small thrusts so the both of you can get used to the feeling. Your hands are cramping where they grip the bars of his bike, so tight, until it almost starts to tip. Daryl has an idea. 

He pulls out, cock in hand with his fucking pants not even pulled all the way down, and he sits himself over his bike like normal. “Take em’ off,” he says, nodding towards your pants, and you obey, stripping them off until it takes too long because of your boots and Daryl just hauls you over to him. 

You almost trip as he lifts you onto the bike, bent over the handlebars, eyes on the road, before he slips his cock into you. It’s like you’re sitting on his lap, and he reaches around you, fully supporting your body while rubbing your clit. 

“Can you move?” He asks roughly, and you whine, trying to go up and down on his cock but it’s too hard at the angle. Daryl presses a kiss to your head, moves some of your hair back while he takes hold of your hips and ruts you back and forth over his dick. You know he’s strong, but feeling it first hand is something else entirely. It’s like you’re a doll with the way he easily controls your body, dick so thick it feels like he’s stretching your pussy into the perfect mold just for him.

“Don’ worry,” he assures, letting out a breath of pleasure right by your ear. “I got ya. Only time yer quiet ‘s when you got my cock in you, huh?”

He’s not wrong. You wish you could see his face, but this position, your back to his front, is pretty hot too.

It’s only a minute later, when his hand slips while you try to pull your body up to do some of the work, that he nearly pinches your clit and it’s the pain that sends you over the edge. You cum, that easily against him, and you cry out his name just as you both hear the sound of an engine in the distance. Daryl curses, throws his head back at the feel of your tight pussy squeezing him, and quite literally picks you up off his cock and puts you on your feet. 

“Knees,” he says quickly, and you obey, because of course you do, even though the gravel of the road is a little painful on your knees. He grabs you by your hair, and forces your mouth onto his cock where he spills his load down your throat. You swallow it down and kitten lick the head of his cock clean after, admiring the pink lipstick marks all over his perfect dick as he quickly zips tucks his dick in his pants and zips up, but not before helping you get your pants back up too. 

“If we live another day,” Daryl says, helping you straighten out your pants when the other cars pull up. He snaps the band of your panties, white cotton and floral print, against your skin while the rest of the group gets out of the cars to have a meeting over some bullshit, you’re sure. “I’ll return the favor,” he finishes. 

You don’t know if he’s joking or not, but you pull up his arm and cuddle into his side as he stands up, his tongue on your mind even though you just came all over his cock. You wish you could’ve had time to ride your orgasm out, but you’ll take what you can get.

Rick nods to Daryl as he gets out of his truck. He looks between the two of you, and for the first time, maybe ever, - you see him smirk a little. 

“‘S your color, man,” he says, closing the car door. Daryl is confused, and takes a look at himself in the rearview mirror of his motorcycle, notices all the kiss marks and another first happens -

Daryl Dixon blushes red.

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“I wanna come,” you say, resisting the urge to literally stomp your foot as Rick and Daryl and a few other men head out on a run. 

It’s not like you actually want to go, but you can’t bear the thought of Daryl leaving without you. You know he can take care of himself, but the thought of him not returning - it literally makes you feel sick. You tug on the sleeves of your sweater while Daryl loads a bag of guns into the back of Rick’s truck, the other men exchanging glances that you know are them hoping Rick puts you in your place. 

Ever since people caught on about you and Daryl, they’ve kept their mouths shut in regards to you. Which is good. You’re still ignored, like before - but at least you’ve got a little respect. You cross your arms as Rick and Daryl walk towards you. 

“It’s dangerous out there,” Rick says, as if you’re an idiot who’s head has been buried in the sand for the past year. He sighs. “Look - we need you here. This is your role,” he looks like he wants to continue, but Daryl places a hand on his shoulder and gives him a look that Rick knows means let me handle this.

But you already know what Daryl is going to say to you, and you don’t want to fucking hear it. “I want to come, Daryl,” you say, trying not to whine. “I’m good with a gun, and since Derek can’t go,” you lower your voice, but Derek must’ve been slinking around. He pops up next to you, and Daryl tenses. 

“You,” Daryl warns, mood gone sour just from Derek’s presence. “Fuck off.”

Derek laughs, but he’s obviously pissed. He can’t go on anymore runs, at least not for a while - he’s too scared, after a walker almost bit him the last time. 

It’s only when you tense up, that Daryl realizes the other reason you don’t want to be left alone. 

You don’t want to be alone with Derek. Yes, there’s other women at the camp and a few other men, but Derek is a scary, loose cannon. He’s the last person you want to be around right now. Daryl’s jaw locks, and he looks between the two of you, at the way you’re uncomfortable. Someone in Rick’s truck blares the horn, and he turns around, stressed out, not knowing what to do. 

“Fuck face,” Daryl grumbles, running a hand down his face. He’s addressing Derek with a glare. He walks closer to him, chest to chest almost, backing Derek almost onto his ass. Derek can pretend to be tough all he wants - but he’s a bitch in comparison to a man like Daryl. 

“Stay away from her. Don’t even look at her. If I come back and you so much as,” but Derek smirks. “If,” he emphasizes, until Daryl literally shoves him. Rick calls his name, and Daryl backs off. 

You end up dropping whatever you’re saying, hating the position you’re putting Daryl in - like you’re a kid who has to have your way. Daryl is just trying to help the group, he has responsibilities - you don’t need to make his job harder than it is, so you wave him off. “I’ll be fine, Daryl. Just - come back safe.” You kiss his cheek and then he’s off.

You go to your tent to avoid Derek when the men going on the run are gone, but as you walk away you hear him speaking to you. “What’re you doing with that white trash? You might’ve been a whore, but you’re no trailer trash. You wouldn’t be with him if this was any other world.”

You stop in your tracks. “Don’t talk about Daryl like that,” you say softly, but firmly. For all Daryl does for everyone - you can’t believe Derek has the fucking nerve to talk shit. You want to flip him off, but he walks closer to you, and you freeze. You’re more scared of this man than a fucking walker, and your stomach flips with anxiety at his nearness.

“I worked in finance,” he says, like it matters. You actually have to stifle a laugh, confused at why his past matters - he’s so worthless that this is all he has to brag about? He thinks you care? Is he trying to relate to you, by putting Daryl down? He’s an idiot.

You smile sweetly, as if that’s anything to brag about. All the finance guys you knew in the city before all of this - they were horrible people. Of course that’s what Derek used to do. 

“Trust me, Derek,” you say, hoping it stings. “I know.”

You walk away again, but just as you do, he grabs you by the arm. You try to pull your arm out of his grasp, but he won’t let you go. He tugs you closer to him, and you wish anyone cared about you enough to help you. 

“Let go of me,” you spit, but Derek just shakes his head.

“You’re such a stupid bitch, you know that? Acting too good for any of us, treating all of us like shit. But you put out for fucking Dixon - let all of us hear you letting him fuck you in his tent and the woods. We saw you on your knees that day on the highway. I mean, it’s not a secret you’re a slut, but it’s another thing to see it. And now Rick is defending you? That why you were talking to him the other day for dinner? Offering yourself up for more rations or something? You’re sick,” Derek rants and raves, bruising your arm with his grip.

“Let me go,” you say, trying not to show how scared you are. “Or I’ll fucking scream.” 

Derek actually laughs, shaking his head. You’re disturbed to know that he’s been watching you? Following you and Daryl? Because the both of you know - you only ever fooled around with Daryl when nobody could listen and see unless they were trying to. You wouldn’t do that, and neither would Daryl.

“If I’m such a stupid slut, that must make you pretty bad, huh? That I won’t even put out for you,” you hate that you even say those words, like you’d ever consider having sex with this man, but you want to hurt him. To get him to see that he's wrong about you - you want him to leave you alone.  

“You fucking bitch,” Derek says, pushing you to the ground.

You let out a cry. You should’ve never told Daryl and Rick you’d be okay, you should’ve -

Suddenly Derek is off of you. You’re frozen for a second, before you hear screaming and someone calling out your name. 

You’re in shock as someone helps you up. You know it’s Rick, because you notice his watch. “Damnit,” he curses, and you register the sound of Daryl’s voice. You look around for him, and when you find him, you see Derek on the ground, an arrow in his head. 

He’s dead - for now. That fast. Until he turns into a walker. 

Daryl walks to you, pulls you into his arms. “What happened?” He asks, and you’re worried he’s going to blame you, because you provoked him, and you stupidly left your weapons in your tent. You’re worried he’s going to think differently of you, that Rick will be mad that Derek is dead, and all these worries start swirling in your head until you can’t be strong anymore. You start crying so loud that you know you’ll be responsible for any walkers coming into camp tonight. 

Rick starts to talk, but Daryl, for the first time ever, shuts him down harshly. “No, man. I ain’t sorry. He had it coming,” he says sharply, and Rick just swallows, holds his hands up like he agrees. 

“Jus’ was gonna say to finish the job,” and you know he means, kill the fucker before he turns. 

But you don't want Daryl to do it.

No, this is a job you can do. 

Wordlessly, you pull yourself out of Daryl’s arms and walk towards Derek’s corpse. Everyone at the camp has gathered around now, too little too fucking late, but Rick tries to stop you from getting closer. You smack his hand away, and hold your palm out. It takes a minute, until Daryl finally orders Rick to give you what you want. 

Rick hesitantly places a gun in your hand - and you shoot Derek in the head.

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You’ve never killed someone who hasn’t turned yet. Derek was the first.

What scares you the most, is how little you care. 

After what happened, you told Daryl everything that Derek said. You learned that night, from both Rick and Daryl, that the reason Derek was so horrible is because he wanted you - and how scary is that? What if he hurt you in another way once he had you on the ground? You’re lucky Rick forgot his gun and backpack on the run, that they had to turn around and come back to camp - the reason they got to you in time.

Rick assured you that you did the right thing. Which felt good, coming from the moral compass of the group. Everyone else was kind too, apologetic - you guess Derek scared more people into submission than you thought. 

But Daryl was just pissed. More angry than you’d ever seen him. Throwing shit, breaking stuff - burning Derek the minute he dragged him a far enough distance from camp. Derek never even got a chance to turn. 

Daryl threatened to leave the group with just you. It seemed like a good idea at first, until the reality that two people can’t survive on their own. No matter how resourceful, strong, and brave Daryl is. 

But that meant a lot, that Daryl was trying - but the important thing is to survive. 

The last few weeks, you’ve kept your head down. You clean, you help cook, you even take a few bites of whatever Daryl cooks because he pretty much forces you to - and because, secretly, you like how proud of you he looks when you try something new. 

You just wish the world was different. But Daryl’s been amazing. 

Rick’s been kind too. Everyone has, and maybe -

The sound of the zipper on your tent takes you out of your thoughts. You’re braiding your hair since you just washed it, but it’s proving to be a difficult task. You’re thankful for the distraction.

It’s Daryl.

“I already ate,” you tell him, worried that he’s bringing you some rodent that’s badly cooked. But you’re trying to be nice - he’s the only good thing in your world these days, so you soften your words. “Come inside and cuddle.”

Daryl squeezes inside the tent, and he leans on his side by your sleeping bag, just watching you. His head balanced on his hand, propped up on his elbow.

“Have somethin’ for you,” he says, not waiting for you to reply. In his hand is something wrapped in a tissue and you wonder what it is. He places it on your lap, and you look at him, excited but also a little upset. 

“I told you to stop risking your life to get me things,” you scold, because everytime Daryl goes on a run, he finds things for you. Ribbons, hair clips, a pink toothbrush the other day. Lip gloss and lipstick (he knows the difference now), a pair of socks with little bows on them that are a size too big but still your favorite. He’s always saying how cute you are, how he thinks about you whenever he sees something pink.

It’s the best compliment ever.

You look to the other end of your sleeping bag, where a teddy bear Daryl found for you on a run a few weeks ago faces you both. It’s missing an eye, has the ribbon, the first gift he ever gave to you tied around its neck, and you love it so much that you sleep with it every night.

It’s definitely seen better days, and you don’t really know where he found it, but it’s so special to you - partly because Daryl gave it to you, and partly because it’s a little part of him that’s always with you. Part teddy bear, part security blanket - just like him.

It’s also a little scraggly. Sort of rough, dirty - but cuddly just the same. Kind of like Daryl. You move it a little closer.

Daryl groans in frustration and you almost roll your eyes at the dramatics. “Hush, lady, y’know I can take care of myself. ‘S nothing,” he nods to the thing on your lap, and you sigh and open the tissue. 

It’s a cookie. 

Your brows furrow, and you look at Daryl, all confused. “What,” you start, and he shrugs, sitting up. He rubs a hand down his face. 

“Remembered what you said, about the cookies,” he’s sheepish, as if this isn’t the sweetest thing in the world. You gulp, trying not to cry at how touched you are, but you can’t help it. Tears brim at your waterline, and you wipe your eyes. 

“Oh,” he scolds, letting out a huff. “Don’ cry. I just remembered what you said, is all. It’s probably not good anymore, but you’re my girl, and I want,” you smile even as tears run down your face. 

“Your girl,” you hold that close to your heart, and Daryl nods, avoiding eye contact. You don’t care. You throw yourself into his arms. 

His hug is warm, strong, and you feel the stress leave your body as he kisses your temple. He was listening, all those times you were talking. 

Daryl Dixon, you think, the man that you are. 

Your silence must be unexpected. He pulls away, watches your thumb brush over the most likely stale cookie he probably found on a run. You’re not really gonna eat it - but it’s the thought that counts. 

“You talked about what ya miss, from before. But when I look back,” pretty blue eyes look at you. He cups your chin, presses his lips against yours. 

You make a note to ask for chapstick for the both of you on the next run. 

“Don’ cry, c’mon. You’re makin me soft,” he complains, even as he holds you closer. You want tell him that you can’t make him something he already is, but what he says next throws the sass right out of you. “When I look back, before I knew you,” he finishes shyly, “I just miss you, ya know?” 

Daryl says that he’s not romantic, but he’s the most romantic man you've ever met. He’s a good person. He’s kind, and thoughtful, and even though he’s vague sometimes, too quiet for his own good - you know what he means. 

You can’t believe there was a time you didn’t know - a time you didn’t love - this man. He’s everything to you.

And maybe, yeah - this world is hell. There’s death and decay and too much sadness to catch a break, but there’s one good thing in all of it. One thing so important to the both of you, that gives a little bit of meaning to this shitty, shitty world. 

You found each other. You have each other. 

You sniffle and nod, holding the cookie close, but Daryl even closer.

“Yeah,” you say, kissing his cheek softly. You feel him relax at your touch. “I’ve always missed you too, Daryl.”

[ponyojujuu]

&team’s hyung line reaction to you moaning their name in you’re sleep?

my first anon request!! omg this idea is crazy good but i gotchu

18+ mdni! suggestive content under the cut

k - It was a cozy night for you and you’re boyfriend. k had gotten home a bit early off of work just to spend time with you, his princess. you specifically requested to watch a movie that night, but it didn’t take long before you were fast asleep in his lap. k would coo you sweetly. brushing a strand of hair out of your face with the lightest touch careful not to wake you up in the action. he was about to gently tuck you under the covers bringing the duvet right above your sleep shorts that barely covered your ass. just then he heard you make a noise. “mmf.. k-” you choked out in lazy breathless groan. his entire body frozen beneath your limp body. did he hear what he thought he did? it didn’t help how enticing you already looked displayed in one of his collared shirts loosely covering your torso, meanwhile your sleep shorts riding your ass. before he could even continue getting you covered up, another lewd moan escaped. “harder…k” you whined. he was really trying to hold back, but that second time you called his name he couldn’t. “baby” k whispered as he ever so gently woke you up. “is my princess having a wet dream?” despite his sweet and loving voice, the dirty talk didn’t hesitate to fall from his lips. meanwhile you’re arousal had built up between your legs drenching you’re panties. you woke up, still a bit hazy from you’re sleep but you quickly nodded. looking up at him with dough eyes that read please-fuck-me. k looked relieved since he wasn’t sure what he’d do with the growing boner in his lap. flipping your position he effortlessly pushes you to lay on your back. you let him man handle you, a guttural whimper escaping when he pulls your pants off roughly to your ankles. feeling the cold air crisp between your folds. k waists no time on removing your shirt, instead freeing his bulging member that hits his stomach right when you see it. his long cock coursing through your velvet walls. your guys’ moans mixing together to create lewd sounds of sex.

fuma - you and fuma had just finished having the best sex. it always was with him, his stamina was amazing, and his strength allowed for fun positions. you could never get enough of him. but after you ended the last round he’d ask you. “too much?” panting and completely breathless. you nod, and he places a peck to your sweaty forehead. cleaning you both up, and you cuddle naked to sleep. however you fall asleep first from the exhaustion. meanwhile fuma feels himself getting worked up all over again as your ass sits so perfectly over his dick while you lay together. he tightens his grip on you, but doesn’t wake you. mentally trying to control himself at first. he manages to steady his thoughts as you sleep. after having such fun with your boyfriend your mind can only playback the moments in your head. as you sleep your dream resembles a similar situation where fuma is thrusting into you balls deep. causing you to squirm in your sleep brushing right against his cock. as if that couldn’t get any worse, you moan. the whiny whimper escaping your lips that fuma was way to familiar with. “ahh! f-fuma! please don’t stop” hearing those familiar words come from your mouth made his teeth clench. “this dirty slut really didn’t want me to stop huh..” he spat a bit, coming to realization that you wanted more of him. it was true all you could think about was him. fuma started to grinds his cock against your folds until slick began oozing out of you and even yourself started to hump him in your sleep. “yeah? you want this don’t you? deep in your pretty little pussy, don’t you.” he’d whisper to you, his grip tight on your arms. then you woke up, your walls clenching to nothing as they begged for him silently. “mmf.. m-more..” you’d whine desperately as you realize your being deprived of him filling you up. fuma only chuckles. “don’t lie about wanting to go longer next time sweetheart, i know you can take it.” he smirks against your skin. placing a kiss to your neck that turned to soft bite. you’d moan and become a whiny mess all over again just like before. as he aligned his hips with your tight hole pushing in effortlessly. you’re arousal creating a deep portal for him to fill you up in. dirty talk alluding from his mouth on repeat as you were unable to respond from being completely lost in lustful pleasure. he’d fill you up with his precious cum all over again your juices mixing with his and wetting the bed yet again. you’d both laugh in realization of how many rounds you actually did. “i love how well you take me, pretty girl”

nicholas - nicholas thought he would be able to handle hearing you moan in your sleep but goodness, he could not. that night you had already teased nicholas in a ton of foreplay, getting his cock bulging beneath his boxers and pulsing. but since he had just finished work not to long ago he insisted on taking a shower. of course you let him. but in the mean time you end up falling asleep on the couch. not even remembering when or how your eyes closed. you however were already needy for him too. your mind was clouded with thoughts on how he’d rail you later. naturally it transferred straight to your dreams. nicholas came out of the bathroom excited to say the least. a towel draping pleasantly over his wet and naked body. “is my girl ready for me?” he called out to you, a mischievous grin on his face. only to find you passed out on the couch. he couldn’t help his pout, since he wasn’t able to shake his boner now. “nicholas! i’m gonna..” you whined out in your sleep. a small puddle of drool wetting the couch cushions. nicholas felt his pink tip throb from you’re moan. his eyes narrowing as he stared down at your body. “you’re gonna what hm?” he’d ask you, knowing damn well you wouldn’t respond. but just as he said that he could see you’re body shaking. desperate and need, and your lower half was starting to get covered in slick. nicholas could see just how desperate you were for his cock. “fuck it” nicholas mutters. roughly pushing you to lay your back on the couch, and spreading your legs wide open for him. from his rough movements you wake up with a gasp, as your now wet cunt is revealed in front of nicholas. “let me make you cum, like i did in your dream” he’d growl in a confident glare. you didn’t protest since you wanted this not only before you drifted to sleep but in your dream too. his wet tongue lapped up your folds as his large thick fingers thrusted into your cervix. pressing your hips into the couch so you wouldn’t grind him for more. “i want you” you’d beg, only making his cock twitch more. “oh you’ll get me, we’re just now getting started.”

ej - when you moaned in your sleep, euijoo didn’t know how to react at all. that morning euijoo woke up first. he had the weekend off and he was gonna spend it with none other than you, his girlfriend. watching as you slept peacefully in t-shirt and nothing else. he got up and went to the kitchen, still only in his boxers. making the two of you a cup of coffee, wanting you to wake up to his nice gestures. euijoo was always sweet and caring but he wasn’t shy when it came to sexual desires. and neither were you. last night actually the two of you had a wonderful night filled with him endlessly pounding you, causing the whole headboard to shake. hints why you were still wearing his shirt, and he still had his boxers on. that morning you guys planned to stay in and spend some time together, but for some reason you’re mind was still thinking about last night. your dream consisted of vivid memories. remembering his fucked out expression when he was above you. arousal started to wet your folds only falling to the sheets since you were naked under his shirt. you’d squirm in bed a few times. euijoo came back in placing the coffee to the bed side table. still not up? he thought in surprise. he didn’t mind watching you sleep a while longer. but your next movement sent a chill through his body. he shivered in shock unable to grasp the situation. “euijoo.. f-feels so good! c-cum inside..” you effortlessly begged. the whine echoed in euijoo’s brain as he listened to you. heavy breaths and nasty moans fell from your lips as you slept. and euijoo’s breath only quickened as his boxers became completely full with his cock. he couldn’t bare to wake you up no matter how desperately horny he was. but he couldn’t just do nothing. snaking his cold long fingers in his pants he palmed himself. your moans replaying in his mind as he watched your beautiful limp body to get off. soon pulling his boxers down just to stroke himself. however he couldn’t stop the noises he’d make, even though he tried extremely hard. biting his lips, but still loud grunts and groans mixed with your sleepy pants from your wet dream. until suddenly it overpowered and yours eyes fluttered open. only to be presented with the vulgar image of euijoo jacking off and moaning. he looked so pretty with his eye brows knit together, eyes shut tightly, and his hand moving at lightening speed to get himself off. “let me help” you’d say, your voice still groggy but yet still seductive and sweet. your hand cupping his tip and squeezing it easily. his eyes shot open wide, a faint blush on his cheeks. his cock throbbing underneath your hand. “y/n- baby- i- when did you wake up?” he would quickly stammer in pure embarrassment of you catching him. “your moans were so pretty.. but i didn’t wanna wake you” he’d admit with a sheepish smile and quiet voice. unable to stop twitching since your warm hand still engulfed his member. you’d smile from his cute explanation, spitting onto his tip. he’d hiss from the wetness. “it’s okay love, i was thinking of you too” a shy smile on your face since admitting to your wet dream seemed embarrassing. although it didn’t matter now that you both craved each other. straddling his lap now, you used his shoulders as handles to guide your way onto his dick. a loud moan escaping both of your guys’ lips as you bottomed him out completely. your tight walls clenched around euijoo so perfectly, it was warm and wet from your slick. “shit.” a pretty curse would fall from his lips as he struggles to not cum right then and there. you began riding him at a steady pace that quickens as your need for him quicken too. your gaze focused on his closed eyes that soon opened to watch you ride him. his hands holding your hips to support you. “you’re so amazing love, you ride me so good.. i’m so proud of you” he’d praise you with a weak smile as you both chased your high. until he gladly came inside you finally. his tip swollen, as your cunt was raw. “just like my dream..” you said in a pant earning a chuckle from him and you both.

a/n: first post.. 😳 how’d i do? sorry for grammar mistakes i tried my best to proof read! also thanks for the submissions getting to talk of them very soon <3

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fantasy

✩ eunseok x reader x wonbin

. 18+ mdni!

. word count! 2.1k

oneshot, nonidol!eunseok, nonidol!wonbin, afab!reader, bf!eunseok, dom!eunseok, sub!reader, unprotected sex, oral (m. and f. receiving), sharing, cumming inside, spit roasting, everything is consensual, smut, fluff, use of petnames (princess, baby, pretty)

author note: saw this tiktok and was like 🫠🫠

i apologize if there’s any mistakes, this isn’t proof read and english isn’t my first language, please bare with me!! enjoy! ><

synopsis: in which your boyfriend helps you live one of your fantasies.

“Ah-ah,” says Eunseok as he pries your hands from your face. “You wanted this, baby, look at him while he pleases you.” he says sternly, his hold on your wrists firm. You squirm as you meet Wonbin’s eyes, looking up at you from in between your legs.

Your breath hitches as you feel his hot breath on your clothed pussy, combined with the look he was giving you. Wonbin’s lips twitched into a smirk as he had your attention and hovered over your core.

“Go on,” Eunseok speaks up, and that’s all Wonbin needs before pulling down your panties and delving in your heat.

“She’s so wet..” Wonbin comments, a teasing hilt in his voice. You let out a strangle moan at the foreign feeling of another man’s tongue licking at your core. “F-fuck..” you stutter out breathlessly.

Eunseok clicks his tongue. “Dirty girl.. Are you really this turned on by another man taking what’s mine?” He asks, tilting your head towards him while Wonbin keeps licking strips up your folds. It’s more of a statement than a question.

Still, you shake your head even though there’s no denying it. Eunseok had teasingly suggested this when he noticed you paying attention to his friend more than usual. Meant to be taken lightheartedly, but when you had remained silent Eunseok easily figured you out. Surprisingly he wasn’t mad, but made it clear that if you did this you were still his. And of course you were, you loved Eunseok, you just couldn’t deny that you might’ve had a physical attraction to Wonbin. You had a long talk that night and that’s how you found yourself in your current situation.

To be frank, you had no clue how Eunseok had managed to convince Wonbin into this but you weren’t gonna question it. This was like a wild fantasy.

You’re brought back to when Wonbin directs his attention to your aching clit, letting out a breathy moan at the feeling. Eunseok strokes your head as he watches with interest from beside you.

Wonbin works his tongue around your sensitive bud, lapping at you like a starved man and your hips involuntarily buck into him, trying to gain more pleasurable pressure. He groans and seems to understand your call for more. His fingers finding their way to your hole, easily inserting two thanks to your wetness.

You moan softly at the entrance, and Eunseok takes this opportunity to tug your hair back and crash his lips to yours, forcing his tongue in your mouth.

You kiss him back messily, hand coming to grip his forearm which is holding your jaw.

His tongue swirls around yours, and you struggle to keep up as the feeling of Wonbin’s fingers thrusting into you and his tongue playing with your sensitive bud is starting to get too much.

Eunseok pulls back with a ‘tsk’ and a soft chuckle. “Seriously, princess? Look at her, already fucked dumb just from your mouth and fingers.” he shakes his head as if it’s ridiculous.

Wonbin looks up with hooded eyes meeting yours, a hazy look in them, and you can feel his smirk against your lips.

You squirm and your legs instinctively come to close as you feel yourself nearing your peak, but a strong hand stops them. Eunseok shoots you a look, a sly smile of his own decorating his features as Wonbin keeps devouring you.

Your moans get progressively louder as you feel yourself getting there, your hand flying to tug on Wonbin’s hair. “W-wait, ah- c-close—“ You stutter out, but Wonbin doesn’t move, continuing to lap at you like his life depends on it.

Eunseok’s hand falls to palm his erection through his pants, watching the scene unfold.

With a breathless moan, you come undone but that does nothing to stop Wonbin from pulling away. You squirm and trash against him, trying to pull yourself away from him but he has a strong grip on your thighs, keeping you close as he licks up all of your juices.

Your legs shake from the overstimulation and you find yourself gripping the sheets, whining in embarrassment. Wonbin finally pulls away and meets your eyes with that smile of his, your arousal dripping down his chin.

“Oh my god..” you mumble as you hide your face in your hands, unable to meet his eyes after that. This time it’s Wonbin who pulls yours hands away. “What did we say about hiding, pretty?” he teases.

You’re about to answer before a groan from beside you catches your attention, finding Eunseok fisting his cock, a frown on his face. “Seokie…” You mutter in awe, feeling yourself getting wet again. No matter how many times you saw your boyfriend, he just had that effect on you.

He groans again, “C’mon princess, you didn’t expect me to just stand there and do nothing, hmm? Imagine how I feel watching my friend making my girl feel good.”

Wonbin steps to the side, letting Eunseok make his way to you. He gently grabs the nape of your neck, pulling you to him, his hot breath against your ear. “That’s my job. I let you have your fun, now it’s Seokie’s turn to have fun, mhm?”

You nod furiously, never would you deny your boyfriend of anything.

It’s his turn to settle in between your legs and he leans down to press his lips to yours, kissing you rather softly before pulling back. He smirks, “Good girl.”

You gasp as he manhandles you, flipping you over so you’re on your stomach and giving your cheek a light slap. “Ass up, baby.”

You listen to him and scramble to your knees, almost forgetting about Wonbin’s presence if it weren’t for the fact that your eyes met.

He looks down at you with a smirk, watching you in amusement as you listen to anything your boyfriend says.

You shiver in delight as Eunseok rubs his length up and down your folds, collecting your wetness to slide in. And, without warning he slams into you with a harsh thrust. One of his hands coming to push down your back, making you arch for him.

You let out a rather loud moan as your body falls forwards, your hands balled into tight fists above your head. Eunseok’s hips snap to yours with a force that makes you see stars, and you know if he keeps this up, even after your previous orgasm, you wouldn’t last long.

The two friends share a look before Eunseok’s hand crawls up your back, grabbing a fist full of your hair before pulling you up against him. With your back pressed to his chest, he stops moving. His chin comes to rest on your shoulder as one of his hands grab your jaw, forcing you to look at Wonbin.

You look at the man who’s now in front of you on the bed, laying back against the headrest. Your boyfriend speaks up again, “Look at him, baby. Look at how hard he is..”

Your eyes flicker to the tent in his pants, and you swear Wonbin’s cheeks turn a slight pink.

Eunseok kisses your jaw before continuing, “Can’t leave poor bbin like this, hm? You can help him right, princess?” he cooes, his hold on you loosening as he nudges you forward.

You meet Wonbin’s eyes as you hover over his lap, not sure if you can do this. “He wants this too, right bbin?”

At your boyfriend’s words, Wonbin finally speaks up and nods. “You gotta help me out here, pretty..” he says as one of his hands brushes against the side of your face.

Eunseok resumes his thrusts as you scramble to unzip Wonbin’s pants. He helps you free his dick, and god, once he’s out you drool at the sight.

His hard length stands tall against his stomach and your hand reaches out to feel him. He lets out a shaky breath as you give him a few tentative pumps. His hand pats your head gently as you stroke him.

Your eyes meet his, and the expression you find is one of bliss. Wonbin’s eyes were glossy, lips slightly parted as he watches you work him.

You clench at the sight of the man in front of you, earning a groan from your boyfriend.

Finally, you bring your lips to his aching dick, licking a few strips up his length before taking him in your mouth.

You swear you’ve never heard a prettier moan than the one that comes out of Wonbin’s lips as you take him in your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. The fact that he’s vocal surprises you a bit. Your boyfriend was more one for dirty talk and you were more used to him letting out groans and heavy breaths, only letting out the occasional moans. But you can’t deny that Wonbin’s moan were turning you on even more.

When he notices your full attention on Wonbin, Eunseok’s grip on your hips tighten as he picks up his pace, reminding you of where he has you, almost making you gag around Wonbin from the harsh snap of his hips against yours.

His thick length hits you in all the right places, making it harder to properly focus on the man in front of you. You give Wonbin the best head you can, pumping whatever you can’t fit with in your mouth with a free hand, the other digging into his thigh to stabilize yourself.

You moan around his length as Eunseok’s thrusts make you see stars, the vibrations of your moan earning a soft sound from the man in front of you.

Your boyfriend is hitting you in all the right places and you don’t think you’ll last much longer if he keeps this up.

You pull off Wonbin with a ‘pop’, your head turning to find Eunseok behind you.

“S-seok, can’t-! C-close, m’so close!” you whine out.

Eunseok doesn’t slow down his pace, if anything his thrusts become more precise. “Mhmm yeah? My princess wants to come?” he smirks as he pulls you back against him, having you in the same position as earlier.

He nibbles the shell of your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. “Think you deserve it, baby?”

You whine and nod, “P-please Seokie, c-can’t hold b-back any-”

He lets out a ‘tsk’ but his hand snakes down to your sensitive bud. His lips attach to the skin of your neck, “You’re lucky your Seokie loves you, princess.” he mumbles against you.

With the added stimulation to your clit, you come undone within seconds, letting out a long moan, shaking and trembling in his hold. Both his thrusts and his hand don't stop though, and you let out a cry at the overstimulation. “Too much- s’too much! S-seok-!”

“Almost there, princess.” He groans out, “You can take it for me.”

You whine as he continues to abuse your spent cunt.

With a particularly hard thrust he stills inside of you, painting your walls white. Your legs shake uncontrollably at the feeling of his release, pushing another small orgasm out of you.

Eunseok tilts your head towards him, pressing kisses up your jaw until finally connecting his lips to yours. “You did so good, princess.” He whispers against your ear.

He presses a last kiss to your cheek before slowly pulling out of you.

You slump down on the bed as he lets go of you, and you direct your attention to the poor forgotten man in front of you, seething himself back in his pants. “Wonbin-” you start to apologize, but he quickly shuts you up.

“I’m fine, pretty, really. You did amazing” he smiles as he gives you a pat on the head. You now realize that Wonbin had gotten himself off to the sight of the two of you.

You smile apologetically before a blanket is thrown over your form. Eunseok walks over to you, himself fully clothed now and he pulls you to him.

He presses a kiss to your head. “Was it what you wanted, baby?”

You hum at his question. Honestly, it was more than you ever expected you could have.

Wonbin and Eunseok exchange a look, before your boyfriend speaks up again. “Mhm, that’s good. We had fun too, right?”

Wonbin nods with a smile of his own, and you find yourself smiling with them.

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Wonbin insisted on leaving even if Eunseok told him he could stay over in the guest room, so now the two of you find yourself laying in bed together.

Eunseok holds you close to him, your head resting against him as you trace patterns on his chest. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re mine, you know that right?”

Even though of your experience with Wonbin, you knew you only truly loved Eunseok. Yes, Wonbin was attractive, but that’s all it was to you. Eunseok was your everything and you wouldn’t trade him for the world.

You tiredly smile up at him, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “Only yours, seokie.”