Sir Duncan was a tall, strappin' lad when Baelor first met him. It is, after all, his defining feature to the casual observer. And that was as a hedge knight, who went hungry more often than not, and had little opportunity to train with those that could truly push him. But after a year of three square meals a day, each one larger than what three men could put away, and solid training with the Targaryen guards, and even Kingsgaurds, Baelor's swore sword was larger than ever.
Where before most men only came up to his chin, the last growth spurt had Duncan towering over even Baelor and Maekar with their Martell inherited height, neither of them coming up to the top of his chest.
And the breadth of him. He hadn't just put on a healthy weight since coming to the Redkeep, but also muscle. He was broader than most doorways in the keep now, having to turn sideways to walk into the Hand's solar when called.
The Hand's Half-Giant, many called him, and Baelor couldn't disagree. It really was extraordinary. Imagine, he thought to himself as he watched Duncan heft his sparing partner over his shoulder like he weighed little more than a feather, how large he would have grown if he could have eaten well from childhood.
Maekar is twitching next to him, and it's been ages since they'd fought together. (It's been well over a year since Ashford, and Maekar had avoided sparing with him since, and that was against eachother, not with, so even longer than that. Far too long). And he's been itching to face off against the mountain of muscle that is his sworn sword for some time himself.
It doesn't take as much effort as he thought it would to get Maekar into the ring. Baelor has just a moment to worry about Maekar's desire to fight Duncan over ruling his desire to avoid fighting with Baelor, before Dunk and Maekar in on eachother with a crash of steel that has him swearing and jumping in to join the spar.
Perhaps the 2-on-1 was a bad idea.
Duncan holds up very well against the two princes, and the spar is pretty evenly matched between Duncan's youth and strength and the princes experience and raw talent. Right until Duncan seems to decide that if they're going to play with unfair odds, then he should get to fight dirty.
Sir Duncan is a fine knight. But Dunk from Flea Bottom is a force of fucking nature.
(Baelor is slightly disappointed, as he watches Dunk punt Maekar half across the training yard with a single kick, that he doesn't remember much of the trial at Ashford. He would have enjoyed seeing Aerion getting the shit kicked out of him like a street rat).
And then all thoughts vanish from his mind, as Dunk fully picks him up, all but one handed from the lack of effort he's showing, and he has just enough time to realise he's looking down at Duncan for a change, who looks beautiful with his head between Baelor's legs with a mischievous smile on his face. Enough time to realise he's suddenly so hard it hurts, 0 to 100 in no time at all, with a simple lift of Duncan's arms.
And before he can feel any way about that, he's suddenly left all his organs behind as his body goes flying away from Dunk (did he just throw me??) and is crashing into Maekar, who had got back to his feel but was now on the floor with Bealor in a pile of limbs and broken dreams.
And Bealor can't help but laugh from pure joy. My man is so strong, he thinks to himself, as he fails to separate himself from his swearing brother and stand.
And if he's thinking about Dunk throwing him around in a more pleasurable setting, well, that's his business.
Plot: inspired by a fanfic idea posted by @dixondisease
Daryl has been used and abused by almost everyone and now he has you, he can quite believe it. It’s like he’s waiting for something to go wrong and doesn’t truly believe you’re real. (Established relationship, no specific era. No descriptions of reader, no use of y/n)
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female!Reader
Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Touching. Oral (female receiving). Body worship/exploration.
Word Count: 1.5K
A/N: Had part of this idea brewing for a while but the fic idea gave me the rest I needed!
The sun was setting outside and the evening air was cooling. The day had been long and busy but you and Daryl had shared a cold shower — totally to save water — and now, here you both lay in bed, naked and tangled in one another.
Daryl’s head was resting against your shoulder; the fingers of one hand combing through his hair, the others were switching between stroking over the arm he had draped over you and his cheek.
You were both silent as the room darkened. His breathing was steady and relaxed but you could feel his eyelashes brushing against your skin as he blinked so you knew he was still awake and thinking. You felt his jaw tense a little as he chewed his lip but you stayed silent; Daryl would speak when he was ready.
Outwardly he was a man of few words to most people. To those he completely trusted, conversation could last for hours. You loved the nights and early mornings you’d had talking about anything, everything. Stupid things and deep conversations alike — nothing was off limits. You’d often spoken about how you’d both thought your lives would go, how things had changed and while it had all gone to shit, you had found each other.
You scratched lightly through Daryl’s hair from temple to nape and smiled as he shivered a little. He swallowed audibly and the small intake of breath preceded his words, like he had to work himself up to speaking. You listened as he started and stopped, stuttered a little but you never interrupted.
“…Are ya real?” Daryl whispered against you softly.
You smiled and nodded “I’m real, baby” you kept your voice on the same level as his.
“I feel like I made y’ up… like I’m gonna wake up sometime and ya won’t be here and reality will hit me that y’ were in my head the whole time.”
Your heart ached for Daryl and you closed your arms around him tight “you didn’t make me up, I’m real, I’m here and I’m not leaving.”
“I’m not used t’ good shit happenin’ t’ me. When it does… somethin’ always comes along to ruin it. I guess… I’m just… scared that’s wha’s gonna happen wi’ you.”
You kiss the top of his head and nuzzle his hair.
“So sometimes I… can’t believe you’d choose me. Outta everyone… you chose me… I was just some redneck with anger issues when we met.”
“I don’t blame you for having anger issues.” You smile. “Everything was shit…. Still is… just less so.”
“Didn’t know how ta talk to women… still don’t. Not the pretty ones like you.”
“You get by baby… I stumbled over my words more than a few times when we started talking.” You chuckle “remember when I served you “binced meef with spagasta sists?…”
You both laugh softly at the memory; your first official date after some months of dancing around each other. You’d meant to say “minced beef with spaghetti”, but you had actually served pasta twists - when you saw Daryl sat in the candle light watching you with those blue eyes, your brain had short-circuited and muddled up letters and words spectacularly.
Daryl nods against you and smiles, turning his head a little to kiss your skin. As he does so you feel a drop into your shoulder, followed by another. It takes a few seconds for you to realise they were tears.
“Baby…?” You try to tilt his face up to you but he doesn’t let you, instead he leans his forehead against your shoulder and sobs quietly. You shuffle a little so you can wrap yourself around him properly. “It’s okay…” you whisper and stroke his hair.
“I’ve done so much… bad shit.. I dunno what good thing is was that meant I deserved you.” He trails his hands over your naked form and slowly looks up at you with red rimmed eyes.
“You did what you needed to do, to survive baby and I’m so glad you did… because now you’re here with me and we get to share what’s left of goodness in this world.” You cup his face with one hand and gently wipe his tears with your thumb before placing a light kiss to the tip of his nose, making him smile.
Daryl squeezes your thigh lightly and continues to trail his fingers over you.
“You making sure I’m really real baby?” You smile, there’s no judgement in your question, just understanding.
He nods in answer “If I can feel ya and touch ya… ya gotta be real..”
You move to lay back for him, your arms resting comfortably above your head on the pillow and Daryl moves to immediately use both hands to map out every curve, every dip, every rise and fall.
His lips are hot and light on your skin, following the paths his hands take time to make over you. He kisses old and new scars; traces their trajectories with the lightest touch of his fingertips.
Each of your nipples are licked slowly; his tongue swirling and flicking over the peaked nubs making you arch and whine. His fingers continue when his mouth leaves them and then his hands trail over you again.
Slowly, Daryl moves lower down you; his hands circle around over your back making you arch further. He doesn’t want to miss a single part of you. He knows how much you like to feel his teeth against your skin and nips lightly across your hip bones from one to the other. He knees up between your legs and gently lifts one; his hands knead over your skin followed by his kisses from thigh to ankle to foot and toes before gently lowering your leg and lifting the other to continue; he starts from your toes but repeats his actions moving up to your inner thigh.
You’d never had your feet kissed before; not something you’d ever thought about. Truth be told now? You want him to do it again because somehow he made you feel like a Goddess being worshipped; the bed was your alter and Daryl was no mere servant; he was your God ruling by your side and protecting you.
As you got lost in your thoughts you gasped suddenly and arched off the bed, gripping your pillow. His thick fingers were slowly circling your entrance and trailing through your slick folds.
Opening your eyes just a little you see his face looking over you laid out before him. His eyes travelled down over you and came to rest on your pussy; his fingers still slowly working over you.
“Daryl…. Please…” you whisper.
He lays himself back down between your legs and replaces his fingers with his mouth; his tongue laps over you while his hands hold your hips to keep you steady. He switched between lapping over you, dipping his tongue into you, sucking your clit, uses the tip of his tongue to flick and circle. He wraps an arm over your lower stomach and pushes two fingers into you, curling them deep and thrusting slowly.
You try to move your hips for more friction but the strong arm holding you down puts a stop to that. Daryl grinds his hips against the bed, moans against your pussy as he eats you like a man starved and savouring his last meal on earth. The few times you manage to look down and catch sight of his face you see there’s still tears in his eyes.
“Oh god..” you whimper and pull at the pillow.
Daryl speeds up his fingers, moves his tongue faster and sucks harder. He’s panting against you and grinding his hips frantically as you get more worked up.
“Daryl… baby…. Just there!” Your toes curl and you call out, thighs tightening around Daryl’s head as you climax. He grunts roughly and lets out a low moan against your pussy, his own hips stilling.
He crawls up over you as your body recalibrates itself, your brain clears the fuzz and his lips meet yours — you love tasting yourself on him. You once again wrap yourself in each other and become a tangle of limbs, sheets and sweat.
Daryl holds you close against him; hanging onto you like you’re his lifeline, he kisses you slow and deep then whispers against your lips.
“I love ya…I don’t know why I deserve ya but ya make me so happy… I’m never lettin’ ya go.”
You kiss him back and drink in his words “I love you too, I’m not going anywhere.. I’m not gonna disappear. I promise. I’ll still be here in the morning.”
Daryl pulls the sheets over you both and guides your head to his chest for you to relax. You both drift off to sleep within moments of one another but Daryl still finds himself waking briefly throughout the night to check you’re still there in his arms; when the sun rises and you’re still there he smiles softly in the comfort he feels and allows himself to fully sleep for a few hours before the day properly starts.
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Hello hello! A detailed view of my day at Rescueverse New Jersey comin' in below! I debated for a while on whether I was showing my face but I posted all the pics on my social media and my outfit is pretty unique, so I guess we're going full reveal (pls be nice)
The Schedule
NOTE: Everything is in approximate times. The schedule did get more off as the day went on, but by the end it was only about an hour behind! Lowkey I blame Ryan - either all his events went long or he's chronically late lmfao
10 AM: Registration
We arrived at the hotel at about 9 AM. Parking was super easy and there were some people there, but not a lot. We got inside by 9:15 and registered right away (they said registration didn't open until 10 but they got us all checked in early!). Then we went to stand in line to get into the conference room where we'd wait to be called for photo ops and such. There were maybe 50 people in front of us.
10:30-ish: Oliver's photo op
So last minute my friend @littlefinnnnn and I decided we wanted a solo Oliver photo op, and I'm so glad we did. He was happy and smiling from the moment we came in and as soon as he saw me he said "Did you knit that shirt?" I told him I crocheted it and he was floored. He complimented both of our shirts and was just so nice I love him
10:50-ish: Ryliver's photo op
After that, we got right back in line to get pics with Ryan and Oliver. The first people who came out of the photo op room were dying bc Ryan's hair was fluffy wavy perfect and thank god for the warning bc that man looked beautiful. Oliver was happy to see us again and my friend gave them bracelets and we got our pic.
After the pic, Ryan looked me right in the eyes and said thanks and that it was nice to meet me. I bluescreened so hard those eyes are even more dangerous in person jfc
11:15-11:30-ish: Ryan's selfies
Up next was Ryan's selfies! He showed up a bit late but I think it was because his photo ops went long. He was like "nice to see you ladies again" and took our selfies for us - highly recommend bc:
After that, we had as much free time as we'd have all day, so we decided to get lunch. I heard there weren't really options at Chicago, but the hotel here had a concession stand with salads and burgers and chicken tenders and muffins/snack stuff. It is probably venue specific though so don't take my word!
We also went to check out the vendor room around this time. There was about 6-7 vendors there selling various merch and it was cute! I got to meet some 911 content creators selling stuff and it was cool :) Did end up getting a buddie backpack and I can't wait to use it lol.
1:10 PM: Oliver/Kenny/Aisha photo op
Next, it was time for me and my other friend to get our Oliver/Kenny/Aisha photo op. There were like 6 people getting this particular op so it was a lot more chill. We were the first ones in line so while they were setting everything up Kenny (in his leather jacket just to kill me I think) saw me, said "118!" to my shirt. Oliver jumped in immediately like "she made that!!! She crocheted it!" and Kenny paused, looked me over, and said "that is impressive." They talked about it a bit and I lost my mind idek if I said anything but I definitely forgot to tell them the pose I wanted but it still worked out nicely I think :)
1:45: Kenny's selfies
After that we went to Kenny's selfie line and god. That man hugged probably every person in line. He wanted to talk to everyone and it was so sweet. When we got up front he was like "Crochet shirt is back!" and we got our pic. He gave us another hug and I held his hands for a minute while we thanked each other and I think I'm in love btw
2:25: Ryan's autographs
This is when the day really started to get behind that I saw. Aisha and Oliver both had private M&Gs happening at 2:30 and this was supposed to start at 2:15. It did not start until about 2:25 so I got to cut the line. It was a little rushed because of that but he did laugh at my picture choice so that made my day :)
2:30: M&G with Aisha
After that a bunch of us ran to the third floor for our M&Gs. I can't say a lot about what was said in there but it was really nice to sit in a room with Aisha and just get to talk to her in such an intimate setting. The dog from her insta stories was there and I was sitting right next to her so the dog got passed to me and I almost cried ily ily ily Aisha. She was so excited about getting selfies with us too and she took a few with me :)
(Also side note that I didn't get back to the panel/autograph room until 3:15 and Ryan was STILL signing autographs for like 15 minutes after that)
3:15-5: Kenny/Aisha + Ryliver panels
So, I sent most of my updates to @911onabcbts as they were happening, and you can find a full video of the panel on their blog, but for recordkeeping's sake, by big takeaways were:
In the episode where the mom with cancer called 911 when she was dying so her daughter didn't have to take care of it: apparently Kenny was like "Chimney's mom died in the same way why isn't he freaking out about it?" So he called Tim to remind him of this little detail and Tim said "Oh." bro completely forgot 💀
[POTENTIAL SPOILER] Someone asked Aisha/Kenny which character would be best to get stuck in a situation/elevator with, and Aisha said "You'll know when you know who isn't good to get stuck with..."
Everyone's dream character blunt rotation is Athena Grant, Except Ryan, who said Bobby (two terrible answers imo...a cop and a sober person but okay)
Ryan really did NOT want to tell people he was supposed to work with Athena before the Bobby's death storyline but the crowd bullied it out of him lmao. When people asked why the plotline got scrapped he said "no comment" Ryan give me 20 mins alone with you and a bottle of tequila
Someone asked Oliver what Buck thought of Artemis II and he said "It proved to him that the moon landing was faked because why are they just sailing around it now when they walked on it 40 years ago?"
When asked which past characters (other than Bobby) they'd like to see again Oliver said he wants the Lucy Donato dynamic back hell yeah hell YEAH
Ryliver's songs for the last two episodes are Eye of the Tiger (Oliver) and Smooth Criminal (Ryan). However the other protested when they both gave their pics so who knows how accurate they are lol
Ryliver's top letterboxd picks for Buddie are
Buck: The Lion King, Zorro, Pineapple Express;
Eddie: Armageddon, Step Up (With Channing Tatum)
Ryan said Eddie should have hated Max more and did really hate him in his head for taking Buck's spot iktr
Ryan noted a good Eddie arc coming up in the last two episodes! He said it was going to go one way and then he talked to Tim about it and made him rewrite it haha
Ryan and Oliver were unaware of their canon birthdays being one day apart; they said their joint bday party theme would be cowboys...
Ryliver thinks Eddie would be a wolf as an animal, and Buck would be a lion
The actors' comfort shows:
Aisha - Love is Blind
Kenny - Real Housewives
Ryan - Scrubs (OG and reboot)
Oliver - The Office (ok whiteboy)
5: Aisha/Kenny/Oliver autographs
Finally, we ended the day getting the last of the autographs. Aisha's line was really short and fast; I got to thank her again for the M&G and for putting queer black women on my screen every week :') Then Kenny's line was probably the longest because he personalized his autographs! When we got to the front he recognized me and said "crochet shirt!!!", hyped up my shirt to his handler and the rest of the line, and shook my hand about 5 times. My last thing of the day was Oliver's autograph, and he called me "Crochet!" and was super excited to see my shirt again. I asked him if he was making one next and he told me that he fucked up the fake knitting on set so bad that their advisor couldn't fix it 😭
After all that I drove home with the biggest smile on my face. The cast was soooo nice all day and I made a lot of friends with people in line! I truly cannot talk this day up enough and even though I dropped a financially irresponsible amount of money on the day I can't feel upset about losing a single dollar because it was so worth it.
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My Tips
Okay, so @buddiesystempod has an excellent crash course video for preparing for Rescueverse - I checked it out the day before I went, and I found it really helpful in knowing what to expect! However, here are my personal tips:
Bring a fan: OH MY GOD JUST TRUST ME BRING A FAN WITH YOU. Like a paper/cloth accordion fan. I pulled mine out of my bag within minutes of getting in my first line and it was in my hand for most of the day after. There are hundreds of people in the same room as you all the time, and as the season only gets warmer, you will get sweaty. I rolled up to every photo op not worried about being sweaty because I had a way to cool down! Also, it's a great way to make friends with the people around you in line!
Bring a friend: If it's at all possible for you, I highly recommend bringing a friend. Of course it's nice to have someone you know along to chat with in line, but also:
a) you can split photo op costs (every op/selfie ticket is for up to two people!)
b) you can get a little more time with the actors if you're subtle about it. My friend and I went to almost every op/autograph together, and so when we got to the front of the lines we stood together while the other talked to the guest. No one tried to shoo either of us away because it was clear we were together, and it was a nice little treat for us to have a few seconds longer, given how fast the ops go!
Bring your fear: Seriously, it's so okay if you're nervous! You'll have a few minutes in line to gawk at the guests before you get to them and ease some of your nerves. Plus everyone is SO fuckin nice. SO open and welcoming. It's impossible not to smile and feel seen around them, and I promise they really want to meet you!
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and hi hello ofc ofc
i will try my best 🫡🫡
SFW
-Not a house husband, but literally will do whatever you ask him to. You don’t wanna do the dishes? Done. Laundry not folded? He’s already on it.
-Biggggg cuddle bug. Will literally whine if he can’t touch you and be pressed up against you all the time.
-calls you “ma’am” ALWAYS. it’s one of his favorite things to call you.
-lowkey loves when you scold him, because then he can just be a big whiny puppy afterwards and win your affection back. it always works because you can’t ignore those big ol puppy eyes of his.
-extremely clingy. not that you mind it, though. He’s just always gotta be touching you. In public, his arms are wrapped around you, or his pinky is looped with yours.
NSFW
-you almost ALWAYS top him. Riding him to the point of overstimulation, where tears and snot are running down his face, and his begging you to stop, knowing damn well you won’t.
-Loves when you watch him masturbate. A pair of your freshly worn panties wrapped around his cock while you’re telling him how good he looks? Takes everything for him to not cum right there.
-He humps you in bed. Morning or night, sometimes you’ll be laying there and he’s just grinding against your thigh, his cock rubbing up against you while he lets out whines and pants, looking up at you with drool dribbling out of his mouth.
-When you peg him, he becomes a power bottom. His pretty little hole taking every inch of that dildo, crying out, “m-ma’am please h-harder!” while you thrust into him while he’s on his back, watching his cock leak all over his chubby tummy.
- Does anything you want to in the bedroom. Wanna try a new position? on it. new kink you wanna explore? oh he’s down for it. All he does is for you! he wants to make you happy! and damn does he do a good job of it.
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a little short but i hope you enjoyed it!! thank you for sending me a request i LOVEEE doing these 🥺🥺
Can you write Mari fluff? Either pre crash or post crash Mari and reader having a gentle conversation and cuddling while waiting for everyone else to wake up??
No rush! I hope you have a great day or night! :3
I Think She Knows
summary: lazy summer mornings at camp with Mari
Warnings: none
I went with a little blurb for this one but I also made a c.ai bot
You woke up before Mari did, which wasn't unusual. She tended to sleep longer than you did. Not that you minded. It gave you a chance to see her unguarded, peaceful even. Getting that luxury wasn't lost on you.
She curled closer to you in her sleep, and instinctively, you wrapped your arms around her. Her breathing was even, tranquil. You stayed as still as possible, not wanting to wake her up. She needed to sleep. You all did.
It wasn't long until she woke up, pressing her face into your neck. "Morning," she mumbled, groggy.
"Hi," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. You couldn't remember when you started doing this, being more than just friends. You'd never really spoken about it, never voiced what was going on with you. And to the others, you were just friends. But it was more than that, both of you knew that much.
"How's your knee?" It had been a few weeks since Mari had dislocated her knee, and she seemed fine. You were still worried, though.
She shrugs, still curled up next to you. It didn't seem like she was going to be moving anytime soon.
"Talkative this morning, Mar."
She moves enough to give you a look, lightly shoving your shoulder. She's never been a morning person, so you don't expect much from her for at least another few minutes. It's one of your favorite parts of the day. You can say pretty much whatever you want, and she won't retaliate.
You laugh, pulling her closer. "Seriously, though. You sure you're knee's alright?"
Mari groans, annoyed that you keep trying to get her to talk right after she's woken up. "It's fine," she grumbles, words muffled by your neck.
"Giving me so much to work with here, aren't you?" Your playful sarcasm is evident, and Mari doesn't even dignify it with a response, instead choosing to pull away from you.
"No, come back, I'm sorry. I swear I won't be annoying anymore."
"That's pretty much impossible for you," she replies, finally saying more than two words. "We've been out here for like a year, and you haven't gone a day without being annoying."
"I could say the same for you, you know."
She laughs, moving back into your arms. You relax when she does, glad to know that she isn't really upset that you were making fun of her.
"I like that we get to do this." Her words are whispered, like she's scared you'll judge her for wanting contact.
"Yeah, me too. It almost feels normal. Like we're in a shitty apartment or something. Well, not really. But you know what I mean." You run your fingers through her hair, noticing how long it's gotten. It's not like you have the tools to cut it out here.
"If by shitty apartment, you mean a shelter made of sticks, I know exactly what you mean."
You roll your eyes, adjusting your position on the makeshift bed. "Don't be an ass, Mar."
She grins, looking down at you. "C'mon, you know I'm right."
"That doesn't mean I have to pretend you're funny, too."
Mari gives you a look, and you lean up to kiss her in response. As soon as you do, you start hearing the sounds of the others coming out of their shelters. That's the end of your lazy morning.
"Guess we gotta get up, huh."
She nods, rolling off of you. "Yeah, we should get ready, I guess."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Real heroes have a smell to them.
If pressed to describe the smell, Malevola would lie and say, “Heroes smell like gumdrops and free healthcare, babes.” If pressed by Sonar specifically, she’d admit, “There’s not a word for the way souls smell, good or bad. Anyone who says otherwise is selling something… or trying to buy your soul. Seriously. If someone says they can smell a soul, they’re probably a demon, Vic. It’s critical that you know that. Don’t talk to other demons. They don’t love you like I do, babes.”
The point is, it’s not something Malevola feels compelled to mention since souls, their weight, and their metaphysical morphology aren’t largely considered polite conversation. Telling someone they smell like they’re going to hell is kind of a dick move and, honestly, even demons can’t say for sure how it all works.
Souls move in mysterious ways.
God doesn’t. Because God isn’t there. Souls, though? They’re real and they move through the universe(s) in a way that just might mean something and if she believes in anything at all, it’s movement and momentum. It’s not a faith that any cultist who ever stalked her has ever found a satisfactory answer, but like gravity it’s a force she can feel. Evidence enough to stake value on.
“Sounds like quantum physics to me,” Sonar once said, lying on her couch, drunk as an alternative to being high on his drug of choice. “Everything,” he’d insisted, “sufficiently unexplainable gets quantum.”
Maybe it is. Maybe it’s all fucking confetti. Malevola doesn’t know.
She can’t confirm or deny that the ‘hell’ she is from is the damnation that so many believe in and kill over. What does she know? With certainty? She knows their new dispatcher Robert Robertson—skinny, deadpan, vaguely suicidal in a corporate dread kind of way—smells like a bright summer’s day. (Again, remember, souls don’t smell like anything. What the fuck does a ‘bright summer day’ even smell like? That’s bullshit.)
But he does. He smells so fucking bright it burns.
Genre: Fluff, Smut, A smidge of Angst(sorry), Best Friends to Lovers
Synopsis: San turned up to your movie night for two, acting strangely. You were determined to figure out why.
Warnings: Nick names, Smut Warnings below the cut.
Word Count: 1875
Written by Rae💫
A/N: Happy birthday Ash!! I really hope you liked this, I've never felt this nervous about about a fic before lmaoo so even if you don't like it, pretend that you do🤪
The two of you were having your usual Friday move night together. It was like any other Friday. San had turned up with drinks and you had just finished microwaving the popcorn before plopping down beside him. You had even let him choose the movie.
It was normal. It should have been normal. But San wouldn’t look at you. He would even touch you, sitting so far away from you that he looked like he was almost falling off the sofa. He hadn’t spoken a word since he had arrived.
That was weird. Usually the two of you would be cuddling, and talking about literally anything and everything. Your movie nights were rarely about actually watching the movie, they were more about catching up with your best friend. This wasn’t like San at all to not only not talk to you, but flat out ignore you.
And you had tried to catch his attention, but none of your attempts seemed to work. He was dead set on ignoring you. Not being able to withstand the silence, you paused the movie.
Turning to San, you spoke up, “Sannie, are you okay?”
San stiffened but he still wouldn’t look at you. “I’m fine, Y/n, turn the movie back on.” He said, flatly.
You almost flinched. You had never heard that tone from San before. It made the panic that had been swirling inside you rise up faster. “Did I do something wrong?” You asked, hesitantly, trying to tamp down the tears welling up in your eyes.
San’s head shot to the side to look at you and he sprang up from the sofa, rushing to you when he saw that you were close to crying. He cupped your face, gently running his fingers over your cheek. “Wait, no, don’t cry Y/n, I’m sorry. You didn’t do anything wrong, it’s all me.” His voice was soft, soothing.
You sniffled. “Why were you ignoring me then?”
San ducked his head, pink creeping up on his ears. “It’s stupid.” He muttered.
You grabbed his hands, pulling them down and holding them with yours. “Tell me.”
San let out a sigh. His eyes dropped to your hands, studying the way you were playing with his fingers. “I was,” He began, his voice growing smaller, “I was jealous.”
You were confused now. What was he talking about?
“Why?” You asked, baffled.
San’s shoulders tensed, before relaxing again. “Remember that guy you told me about? The coworker who asked you out on a date?”
That didn’t help with your rising confusion at all. “Yes? What about him?”
San didn’t say anything for a while, just fidgeting with your fingers. You were trying to be patient but you also wanted answers. Just as you were about to speak up, San started rambling. “I-I was jealous for him because I wanted to be the one taking you out on dates. I know that you’re probably dating him and that I just ruined our friendship and I’m sorry but—”
You cut him off. “What?!” You almost yelled in surprise.
San looked miserable. “I’m sorry.” He whispered dropping your hands and trying to move away.
You scrambled to grab his hands again, stopping him from going far. “Wait!”
San looked like he wished he would be literally anywhere else. Still he sat down, not letting go of your hands.
You took a deep breath. “You’re an idiot you know.”
San flinched. “You don’t need to insult me. I know it’s stupid, falling for your best friend.”
You rolled your eyes. “Let me finish. You don’t need to be jealous of that guy. I already turned him down. Do you know why I turned him down? Because I’m an idiot who fell for their best friend too.”
San looked at you with so much hope that you almost melted. “You mean…?”
“Yes, you dummy, I like you too.” You giggled.
The smile that broke out on San’s face was the most dazzling thing you had ever seen. He pulled you into him, trapping you into a bear hug. You smiled and rested your chin on his shoulder, planting a soft kiss there.
Later when the two of you had started watching the movie again and were cuddling each other, you wondered, “So that’s why you were ignoring me today?”
San cringed. “Partly, yes.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Partly? What was the other reason?”
San closed his eyes, burying his face into his hands. “Can we just drop it?” He muttered.
You pulled his hand away, lacing your fingers with his. “No. Tell me.”
San’s face flushed, and he chewed on his lips. “You’re wearing shorts.”
“Yeah, and?” You questioned, before realization struck. “Oh my god! You got hard, didn’t you?”
“Y/n, don’t” San sighed.
“Are you still hard?” You freed your hand from his and trailed it downwards, rubbing over his dick.
“Y/n—” San’s warning was cut off by a groan. He grabbed your hand, stopping you. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You looked at him innocently, hiding your grin. “I’m just being a good girlfriend and trying to help you out.”
San looked like he was fighting a losing battle with himself. Finally, he dropped your hand and started playing with the hem of your shorts. “Can I?”
You nodded and he pulled them and your underwear off in one swift motion, falling to his knees in front of you. You spread your legs wider and San’s eyes sparkled. “I always knew you had a pretty pussy, baby, but this is prettier than anything I ever imagined.”
“Y-you’ve imagined this?” You whimpered, getting wetter the more he talked.
San nodded, a grin pulling the corners of his lips upwards. “Of course I’ve imagined this baby. I’ve imagined the pretty sounds you’d make too and I’ve imagined how much of a good girl you would be for me.”
You moaned. He hadn’t even done anything yet but you were desperate to feel him. “San, please.” You pleaded.
“Please what, baby? You need to tell me what you want.” He was teasing you. You hear it in his voice.
You whined. “Anything! Anything, just, please touch me.”
San’s smile grew even wider. “Okay. Whatever my good girl wants.”
He leaned down and spat on your pussy, making a shiver run through your body. And the he was all over you, eating you out like he had been starving for days. You keened, hands rushing to clutch at his hair. Your high was approaching fast. You moaned gripping his hair like a lifeline to keep him where he was.
Just as you were about to fall off the edge, San stopped. He moved away, having the absolute nerve to beam at you.
“San—what—why—I was so close!” You protested, tears beginning to build up at the corner of your eyes.
San pouted at you. “But I want us to come together. Don’t you want to come on my dick, pretty girl?”
Damn him for being so cute and damn you for liking him so much. You felt your anger at the ruined orgasm melting away and desire taking its place again as you pleaded for San to fuck you.
“Patience baby.” San smiled, kissing you softly. “I need to stretch you out first.”
“Hurry up then!” You grumbled.
San almost giggled at how cute you were being. He started pushing one finger in slowly, but you were so wet that his finger slipped right in. You moaned, your nails leaving indents in his shoulders when he added a second finger, curling them into Your orgasm was starting to build up again and you grinded down on his hand when he added a third finger, the sounds that you were letting slip filling the room.
Again your high approached and again San didn’t let you fall off the edge, pulling his hand away before you could. You cried in protest, pleading for him to let you come.
“Alright, I think I’ve stretched you out enough, baby.” San grinned at you like he wasn’t being evil. “Do you have a condom?”
You nodded. “Bedroom. Left bedside table, first drawer.”
San got up, to find the condom and you tried to gather your senses.
“Found it!” San cheered, walking back towards you.
You giggled at how silly he was being. He quickly rushed to you, rolling the condom over his dick. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in. He pushed in slowly, to not hurt you. You rolled your hips up, telling him to move, do anything, give you some relief.
San smirked at your desperation but he wasn’t doing any better either. He had been feeling the pressure build up ever since he saw you in those shorts that barely covered anything at all. He sped up determined to get you there first.
You cried out his name as your orgasm crashed over you and San didn’t think he had ever seen anyone as beautiful as you. He followed soon after you, panting as he came down from his high. San slowly pulled his dick out of you and you squirmed because of how sensitive you were. He removed the condom and tied it up, going to throw it away.
You tried catching your breath as the reality of what you had just done crashed over you. It had all happened so quickly that you didn’t have time to actually think about what you were doing. You were fucking, no, you were dating your best friend. There were so many things that could go wrong. You could break up. And you lose not only your boyfriend but also your best friend. Once the doubts started creeping in, they wouldn’t stop.
San came back, laughing about how you would have to change your sofa now. But the moment he saw your face all humor vanished.
He rushed towards you, falling beside you. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I hurt you?” He asked, concerned.
“No, no it’s not that, Sannie, you didn’t hurt me.” You swallowed the lump that was building up in your throat. “It’s just…what if we break up?”
San breathed a sigh of relief, before shaking his head fondly. “You getting too caught up in your head again. That won’t happen. Let’s just enjoy what we have, okay? We’ll take one day at a time.”
You searched his face, looking for signs of any uncertainty. When you found none, you nodded, giving him a smile. “Okay. I like you.”
San beamed. “I like you too, you silly baby.”
“Hey!” You frowned in mock anger. “I’m not silly.”
“You are.” San teased, dropping a kiss on your forehead. “But you’re my silly baby.”
He kissed your pout away, lingering a bit. Then he pulled away and said, “Come on. We should get cleaned up.”
You sent him a lovesick grin, spreading your arms. “Carry me to shower?”
San sent you an exasperated look that was way too fond to look real. He picked you up, anchoring you in his arms and giggling when he pretended to drop you and you squealed, yelling at him for being mean.
One day at a time. You could do that, if you were with San.
