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brighttears · 9 months

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Pheromones

Joel Miller x f!reader

No physical description other than having hair and female sex organs, no use of y/n

Summary: while searching through a mall with Tess, Joel, Tommy, and the couple others in your small group, you and Tess find a makeup store and decide to have some fun. It drives Joel crazy and you find out that he has just as big of a crush on you as you do on him. You sort it out in a furniture store. (Takes place pre-Boston)

Word count: 6k

Warnings: smut (minors dni), unprotected PiV, rough sex, Joel has a big ol wiener, public sex, hair pulling, creampie, Joel calls you a slut (with permission), dirty talk, pet names (baby, babygirl, pretty girl, sweetheart)

A/n: here’s another one from the drafts and some nastiness for the folks at home before I disappear for like a week bein busy

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“Ok, I’m warning you right now, Joel is going to fucking love this.” Tess tells you as she sweeps her finger over your eyelid with a very sparkly shadow called ‘lazy lapis’. You sit crossed legged in front of her next to a dirty floor length mirror, a collection of various makeup supplies spread between you.

You giggle nervously, trying very hard to sound unbothered or confused or indifferent or something, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Joel,” she smiles, “you’re gonna drive him fuckin’ nuts with this.”

“Pff—what do you mean? Why?” You laugh too hard.

“Oh, you don’t have to lie to me. I can tell, and it’s the most entertaining shit I’ve seen in awhile so I’m encouraging you, actually.” She moves your head in her hands, pulling your other eyelid closed to brush on more sparkly blue.

You chuckle and nudge a question further, “Why is it gonna drive him crazy?”

“Because he’s a man, and he already thinks you’re hot, and I doubt he’s seen anyone done up like this in fuckin’ years. You really don’t have to do much at all to get him all hot and bothered. I’m surprised I haven’t caught him drooling already. Now, with the skirt and the shaved legs? Sister, he is done for.”

“Shut up.” You chuckle.

“I’m right, and I can still tell you’re red under all that blush.”

“Fuck off!” You giggle, swatting her hands away, “Ok, that’s enough, your turn.”

“Fine, fine.” Tess smiles, handing you the palette, dropping her hands in her lap and closing her eyes for you with one more chuckle.

You consider the sparkly palette and dip into ‘mossy mess’ to stroke gently over Tess’s lids.

“So, you trying to make anyone ‘hot and bothered’?” You ask her.

“No one in particular. If the right one comes–a–knockin’, though…” You both laugh. “You’re lucky you’ve got one, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, one locked and loaded. Not trying to sound flippant, I just mean—and you can deny it all you want, and I know you’re both still just kickin’ rocks, but he’s got you and you’ve got him. That’s a special thing. It’s not just fucking.”

You hold her chin, tilting to assure it’s mostly even. “We’re not fucking.”

“Not yet you’re not.” She smiles.

You remain quiet as you even out the eyeshadow on either side, glad that her eyes are closed so she can’t see how red you are.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“No, no, no, you’re fine, Tess. Here, look,” you take your hands away from her face and turn her to the mirror. While she turns her head left and right, examining herself, you comment, “Green is totally your color.” and smile. She returns a light one, then goes back to staring at herself. Finally, you ask softly, “…You ok?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Just, haven’t… seen myself in makeup in a long time.” She chuckles, but you can see melancholy behind it in her eyes. She flattens strips of hair over her shoulders and down her chest.

“You look really beautiful.”

“Thank you.” She replies softly, then blinks, clears her throat, and turns to you with a smile. “Alright, where’s the lipstick?”

Allowing back some childish fun, you both giggle, debating shades, laughing at their names, and making fun of each other. You settle on a pink lipgloss for her and she talks you into a blood red matte. The finishing touch is struggling to pencil on eyeliner and applying mascara.

When you’re both all done, Tess whistles and you’re stuck on your reflection. It is a bit startling, firstly because of the bright colors Tess has picked out for you, and because of how much it changes your look. She shifts behind you and lays her head on your shoulder so that your faces are side by side. For a moment you just gawk at each other, then laugh.

It’s a bit of a shock for both of you. One aspect is the experience itself, being ‘girlfriends’, playing with makeup, talking about boys, and feeling pretty. Your mind isn’t sure what to do with it—savor it, try to isolate it, forget what waits outside, or grieve for what’s already inside with you, what you can’t escape, no matter how much you pretend.

Tess decides for you, sighing, “You know, I really, really missed this.”

You hum. “I never saw myself ever doing this at all.” You add, “But I’m really glad I’m doing it with you.”

She smiles brightly at you in the mirror. “Me too, kid.”

“Kid?” You turn to her with a smirk.

“You know I’m never gonna stop calling you that.” Tess slaps your shoulder after she pushes herself up from it. “Come on, we gotta get back. They’ll be sending out a search party any second.”

—

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Tommy announces your presence as you and Tess show yourselves back in the food court, getting the attention of the other three scattered around. Joel stands frozen facing you until Clancy throws a spoon at him, which then pings on the floor followed by Clancy’s laugh. Joel turns his head to him with a completely blank expression, except for his slack jaw, which remains down when he looks back at you. Tess elbows you, you shove her back, glancing at him a couple times before sitting down with Tess at a table across from Tommy and setting your packs down, the other seat filled by Neveah with signature lightning speed.

“Was wonderin’ what was takin’ you two so long.” Tommy remarks, smirking.

“You didn’t come and get me?” Nevaeh pouts dramatically.

“We brought some things for you!” You assure her, and Tess sets on the table the paper bag you loaded up for her, which Nevaeh squeals over as she unpacks.

“Could you not make that fucking sound?” Clancy scolds, making Nevaeh’s smile fade and she hunches over a little, sticking her tongue out and making a face at the table instead of him.

“Hey, could you suck my fucking dick, maybe?” Tess calls at him, humor absent on her face. She’s pretty much the only person he’s afraid of, and therefore pretty much the only one he’ll take seriously when she takes that tone.

Refering to your perfume, he calls back, “You fucking stink, by the way.”

“Smell way fuckin’ better than you.” Tess returns.

He gives her a face but shuts up, turning back to digging through the ruins of an Auntie Ann’s. Tommy snickers.

“You find anything good?” Tess asks him.

“I did not, but Joel found a furniture store.” “What’d you find in there?”

“Haven’t checked it out yet, wanted to touch base with you two first.”

“Well I wanna sit down, how about you go sweep it with him?” Tess looks at you. You stare at her, she stares unrelentingly back, smiling, “Come on, he’s not that bad.” You stomp on her foot, she cackles, and when you look at Joel he’s staring right back at you, looking like a deer in the headlights. Refusing isn’t really an option, because for one, it’ll look weirder to everyone else than if you just go, and you don’t want to hurt Joel’s feelings either. You do work well together, plus you’re friends, you like spending time with him, and… well, yeah, you kind of hope Tess is right about this ‘driving him fucking nuts’. You offer him a small smile and get up.

“Go on, Joel, don’t leave the little lady hangin’.” Tommy says to him, Joel shoots him a look, and he cackles just like Tess had to you.

“It’s a big place,” Joel says as he joins you, “it might take a minute. But if we’re not back in an hour, start worryin’.” He calls over his shoulder as he starts out of the food court.

“Alright, just scream if you find anything weird.” Clancy jokes.

“Will do.” You salute him, turning on your heel to follow Joel.

—

It’s silent for a few minutes before you break it to ask, “Are we almost there?”

“Uh, yeah, just around this corner here.”

“Pretty far.”

“Yeah.”

There’s only your footsteps until you’re at the wide glass doors, shattered along with the rest of the panels fronting the shop.

You take your gun and flashlight from your pockets, crossing them over each other as he does and follow him in.

The store is quite big, but wider rather than deep, with a separate room connected by a large open doorway. It doesn't take long to clear the first half due to it being one big open room, so all you have to do is walk around the perimeter, easily able to see over mostly tables, chairs, and couches, assisted by clear lighting coming through the open front windows. Joel glances back at you as you step into the next room, which is darker, the front windows covered by hanging racks of colorful, patterned rugs. Your heart rate increases as you flip through the racks, but there’s nothing hiding between them. The rest of the room is also relatively easy to run through though, being mostly beds. Once all cleared, you both take a deep breath and sit down on one of the large beds in the back corner, down the hall from the open doorway. The give from the bed surprises you and you let yourself sink in.

“Wow.” You chuckle, looking at Joel.

“This must be one of those orthopedic mattresses,” he comments, lips curled.

“If I laid down on this I would be asleep in fucking minutes, I guarantee it.”

You both chuckle, and then feel yourselves realize at the same time that you are currently sitting on a bed together, alone. You look down at your bare knees, pressed together, but don’t move.

“So you did your makeup.” He says.

“Yeah, with Tess.” You look up at him and smile, then decide to add, “Do you like it?”

Joel’s eyes linger for a few seconds and then fall to his feet. “Yeah, I do. Been a long time… since I’ve seen uh… a woman in makeup.”

“Been a long time since I’ve been in it.” You stand then, making him look back up at you, and hold your arms out, “Do you like my outfit, too?” Underneath your normal jacket is a new shirt, actually your size rather than scrounged from other people’s belongings, and below it is a short skirt. You took an actual pair of pants, too, but just for fun, you decided to try this out, even if just for a few hours; and, when you picked it out, you did have him on your mind, just a little bit.

Joel looks you over, throat bobbing as he swallows, “Yeah, yeah,” he swallows again and looks down, “I–I do.” His smirk is shy when he looks back up at you, “Makes me feel like a man.”

“You are a man.”

“Well I know, but it just… y’know, you look like… a woman. Not to say you don’t usually, I mean, well, you look… desirable—shit, that sounds bad. You always look desirable, I just mean, uhm,” Joel clears his throat, panic visible in his eyes, and you can’t hold back the smile growing on your lips. Tess was right. “I’m not tryna—I mean, I just, fuck, I’m tryna say you look really good. And you know, there’s not a lot of… mainstream, uh, girly stuff left, and it just looks really good on you.”

“Why does that make you feel like a man?”

“Eh, uh, b–because… I guess what fits better is that you make me wanna be a man. More of a man.”

“What’s being more of a man?”

Joel is completely lost in how to respond. No way can he get away with being as crass as you’re kind of asking him to be. Nothing he thinks of trying to say sounds right, either patronizing you, accidentally insulting you, being mean, or lying.

You take a huge risk, based on your trust in Tess, and he watches you with wide eyes as you walk over, bending his head up when you’re over him, and removing his hands from his lap when you sit down on it. You wrap an arm over his shoulders. Moving fluidly and automatically, one of Joel’s hands goes to your lower back, the other smoothing over the end of one of your legs, down your knee, resting at the top of your shin.

“You shave your legs?” He asks, soft but audibly astonished. Round brown eyes look up at you and you allow your free hand to rest over his chest.

“Mh–hm.” You nod.

His eyes flutter.

“You wanna fuck me, Joel?”

He swallows. At this point, you’re sure you’re right, you just don’t know if you can actually ask him, like that, like this, now. He blinks. Out of embarrassment, your face heats and your heart begins to race. You nervously pull the fabric on his shoulder into a fists and then smooth it back out, looking for every clue you can in how his face moves.

“Yes.” He finally admits, mostly plain, a little nervous. Then, he swallows again, and looks into your eyes while he moves his hand back up your leg, over your thigh, slowly into your skirt. Your lips part as his fingers graze over the very top of your thigh. He slows more as he lays his hand flat, then inches it down to inbetween your legs. You open them up, but he pulls them apart himself further to slide his hand down over your front, thumb resting on the top of one of your thighs while the rest of his digits pet over your pussy. A breathy moan escapes you and he breathes deeply out through his nose. His eyes flick to your lips and you lean down slowly to meet his. The softness of the kiss doesn’t last long, and while one of your hands grips his hair, moving your mouth into his, the other is tugging at the collar of his shirt.

The heat is on, and Joel moves quick, pulling his arm around your back to maneuver you onto the bed, leaning over you to keep his tongue in your mouth, one hand on the bed and the other back down under your skirt. You grasp the front of his shirt in both fists as if to secure his position and eagerly link to his mouth, concern over the lipstick a ghost of a thought, that of the others out there not much more of one. Fuck all of that, you don’t even care if they hear you.

Joel removes his hand from you and you whimper, but they go to your hands on his shirt and you let him take them to instead intertwine with his and press into the bed.

“Fuck,” he breathes outs, hot into your mouth, “baby,” you whine at the nickname, biting his lip to pull his mouth back in. He has to pull away to get a chance to speak, both breathing hard, your hands trapped against the bed. Joel’s eyes wander down to your chest as it rises and falls, then back up, pausing at your lips, then up to your eyes. “Goddamn, baby girl, look at’chou.” You whine and chuckle and his teeth flash. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yeah,”

“Shit,” he takes a long breath out and hums, looking over you again. He pauses over you, then leans down for a softer, sensual kiss. The end is drawn out, neither of you able to take your lips away, until he raises up again, freeing your hands, but then comes back down, using his arm on the bed once again to hover over you while his other hand slides over your face. His expression alone has you soaking wet, you’ve been dreaming of something like this for months, pretty much ever since you met him, and finally, here it is, literally on top of you. His mouth is smeared with red and you can’t help but chuckle.

“What?” He asks, breathing a chuckle with his eyes stuck on your lips.

“You look good in lipstick.”

“Shit, it’s all over me, isn’t it?” You nod and giggle. “Well I’ll deal with that later.” He leans down to your lips again, his hand smoothing up and down your leg. The heat between you is electrifying, snaking tongues and bodies rolling to meet each other. Inside your chest, rising high and dipping low, is its own event, hot, heart rapid, butterflies and all. It reaches down between your legs, too—quivering, throbbing, a needy sensation. Joel does something to your body that you don’t even consciously understand. All you know is he’s not touching enough of you, so you pull your legs in to draw him closer. He follows your lead and lets his groin press against yours, hand feeling over your inner thigh, so sensitive, his touch the only one you want there, you’d trust there.

He pulls his face away then, looking over your face as he slides his hand up to your chest, kneading your breast, then comes up under your shirt, twisting your nipple in between his fingers. You let out a shaky breath, watching him watch you with his jaw slack.

“Joel,” you whine quietly, unsure of what you’re begging for, just more.

“Mmm, you need me to fuck?” He growls into your mouth.

“Fuck, yes,”

“I’ll give you what you need babygirl, don’t’chou worry.” Joel smirks, eyes fixed on yours as he takes the hand from your chest down to undo his belt in one swift motion. He quickly undoes his jeans and pushes them down enough to free his cock, as large as you expected, hard and colored by veins. Joel pumps it slowly, his hips rolling into his own hands. “Shit, you’ve got me fuckin’ going. Need you so bad, baby girl.”

You furrow your brow at him; you couldn't help this pleading expression if you tried. You’ve had sex, even good sex, during the apocalypse, but never has someone taken much actual time for foreplay. And, you’ve never had sex with someone you’re this attracted to, nope, not by far.

“Joel, fuck me,” you whine quietly.

With a growl, Joel stands on his calves, keeping one hand up your shirt and the other still on his manhood, then shifts his hand up to work at removing your jacket and shirt. While you take it off yourself, in the brief moments where it blocks your vision, you feel Joel pulling at your skirt and panties at the same time, and when you can see again as you toss your clothes off the side of the bed, it’s at the perfect moment—Joel is pulling his t-shirt up over his head, his arms stretched up showing off the muscles as they shift with his movements, the roundness of his belly, and his pants already down with his hard length almost touching his belly. He doesn’t bother moving his jeans down anymore, just grabbing your thighs to tug you closer to him, then hooks an arm under one of your legs to hold up. His free hand slithers over you, feeling your hips, belly, around your waist, over your breasts, up to your face. His thumb pulls at your lip, trailing red down your chin.

“You wearin’ all this to get me goin’, huh? All that perfume. God damn been so long since I’ve seen a woman so prettied up like this. You’re gorgeous, you know that? Lookin’ like a fuckin’ pornstar.” Joel leans down, forcing your leg further up under his arm, and drags heavy lips over yours. When he pulls away your lipstick is streaked all over his mouth and you laugh breathily.

Joel smirks, then drawls,“Pretty girl.” As he speaks, his hand slides back down your body to back between your legs, making you gasp.

“Sooooo fuckin’ wet for me. Can I call you a slut, sweetheart?” He quickly checks in, you laugh and nod. “Yeah, you know you are.” While his thumb circles your clit he eases a finger inside of you. Your head leans back and you moan out because Joel’s finger is inside of you. That’s his trigger finger, too. “Yeeeah, I know, baby. You need a big man to make you feel good, don’t’chou baby? Huh?” He curls his finger and you gasp deeply, rolling back until your back arches, eyes closed, overwhelmed with pleasure. He hasn’t even done much, but your want for him makes every move more sensitive. “God fuckin’ damn it, that’s right baby. That’s right.” Joel removes his finger and you lay back flat to watch him dramatically lick your juices off of it, briefly closing his eyes as he does. Then, he shifts his hips closer, “Imma give you what you want now, babygirl, what you need, my big fat cock inside you, my pretty little fuckin’ slut.” And he does, taking himself in his hand to slowly glide into you, all the way in, and as you whine a moan he sucks in a breath. Once inside, he starts to very slowly pull in and out, only by an inch at most first. His fingers dig into your thigh that he holds against his hip. His other arm, hooked under your leg, angles to raise it up straight, sliding his hand up so that he can kiss your ankle as he moves, pulling farther out for longer strokes in. Joel fills you completely, just on the verge of pain, but the foreplayed paid off, as does the level of attraction you feel for him, widening you up for him, ready, wanting, carnal.

You’re noisy as he speeds up, hitting your head back on the bed repeatedly and grasping at the sheets.

“Joel you’re so big,”

“I know I am, and I know you love it. Yeah, you need a real man to show you how it’s done. You did yourself up just so I’d fuck you didn’t you? Huh?” He emphasizes his question with a jolt, hitting against your limit.

Head back and arms spread, you answer, “Yes, yes, Joel, harder like that,”

“Mmm. Yeah?” Brutally, he obliges, and slips directly into your A spot, his length able to easily hit that area near your cervix. You react loudly and throw an arm down, reaching generally towards him. “You were lookin’ for a big man to fuck you good, that’s what you need. You need this,” Joel bucks into your harder, firmly hitting that spot inside of you that twists a snake of pleasure up through your whole body, making your chest feel full and you relax your legs, letting them fall open farther for him, overwhelmed with need for him. The only thought in your head is—

“Joel, yes, more, god, please, fuck,”

“Tell me you’re my little slut, my pretty little slut.”

“I’m your pretty little slut, fuck, uh-huh,” you whine out a high “yeah,”

As he lowers his grip to your hip, your leg falls back over his hooked arm, and he copies the position with his other. Your legs bump against his arms as he slaps against you, his hair bouncing with the force of it, and to the beat of skin against skin are your moans and his grunts, growls, moans, and voice, telling you things like “Pretty woman needs a real man to fuck her” “All prettied up just for me” “That feel good?” “I fill you up so good?” and you accompany with a chorus of “Fuck” “Oh my god” “Yes” “So good” “I need you so bad” “Fuck me fuck me”

“Oh, fuck,” Joel’s voice shakes and he removes one of his hands under you, “Can I pull your hair baby?”

“Yes,”

One hand still holding your hip for him, his other holding a bundle of hair down into the bed, you get a full show of his mouth, forming O’s, licking and biting his lips, his eyes intermittently squeezes shut, rolling up, his head leaning back then returning to you, to watch himself slam into you, watching your chest bounce, on your lips, back in your eyes.

“My beautiful lady, all made up for me to fuck, baby can I cum in you?”

“Yeah,” you moan out.

“Yeah, you’re made for me to cum in. You made up just for me to cum in, ah, fuck,” Joel’s head flips back and when it returns he removes his arm from under your thigh, pressing deeper into you to make up for the grip, then held in place by his body on yours as he drops down. One arm falls to support his hovering, forearm on the bed, so that he can rub his other hand over your face. He drags his thumb out from your eyelid, pulling both the color and mascara, making your eyes water, “Pretty woman, waitin’ for your man,” his fingers drag down to your open mouth, then gently squeezes your cheeks and swipes his thumb over your bottom lip, “to fuck you good. Only a man can fuck a woman this good. Isn’t that right?”

“Uh–huh,”

Joel hums, then, more devouring your mouth rather than kissing you, nipping at your lips, swirling his tongue, dragging his wet mouth around yours.

The bed is shaking wildly now as he bucks his hips against yours, deep, hard, and fast, in the most erotic fashion you’ve ever experienced—not the jackhammer, copying porn kind, but a genuinely lustful force, still directly in the spot that derives a satisfaction that pulls your legs around him, holding him in place as you draw closer to your climax.

This movement makes Joel almost chuckle, and he fucks even more impassioned. The forearm on the bed lifts for his hand to find yours, intertwining your fingers to hold down on the bed. He keeps his other hand on your face, cupping your cheek. “You need me, you need me, tell me you need me baby,” you can tell Joel is nearing the edge by the way his tone heightens.

“I need you, I need you, I need you,” you obey truthfully.

“My god, can’t believe I get to fuck you like this, I get to cum inside you, cause I’m your man, you’re my woman, and I make you feel good,” Joel punctuates perfectly with one hard, deep thrust that finally takes you out. Your free hand awkwardly grabs at his wrist near your face as you torso rolls off the bed, as high as it can with his body pressing you down. Your legs squeeze around him and then release to open as wide as they can, and all you can think about is how much you need him to keep fucking you, how much you want him to cum inside of you, and you remember how much he’ll want to hear it, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming you make me feel so good please cum inside me I want you to cum inside my pussy, ahh, mmm, show me I’m yours Joel, fuck me like I’m yours,”

“Oooohh, baby,” Joel drawls, your mouths lazily and helplessly dragging over each others as Joel bounces you up and down underneath him, “I’m gonna cum,”

You reach your free hand up to grip his hair and tell him, “Finish inside me Joel I need your cum in my pussy, my pussy just for you, I’m yours, fuck your cum into me, fuck me til you can’t anymore, I wanna take all of it, I wanna make you feel good, I wanna make my man feel good, let me make you feel good Joel,”

He goes silent for one moment and then his whole body rocks into you, face messily pressed on yours, both of you releasing open mouthed moans, which he grunts through with his last final bucks, stroking out his ropes of cum. He slows, but stays inside you, fully riding his orgasm out, basically slurping your lips. You lay nearly limp under him, still grasping his hand, then moving your other over his cheek, watching his expression as he finishes.

After a few more moments, he finally slides out of you and then sits back up on his calves to hike his jeans back up. When he’s covered, both hands come back down to smooth back and forth your thighs, shamelessly staring at your still open pussy.

“Guess it doesn’t matter if we make a mess on this bed.” You chuckle, and he smiles up at you, teeth parted with a tug on one side of his lips. He shifts back up to over you to kiss you again with a long, soft moan, then sits back up, pulling your panties and skirt back up with one hand to then gracefully lift you back up to straddle his lap. His arm wraps around your waist with one over your cheek, and your hands come to rest on his bare chest, bare belly’s on each others.

He strokes his thumb over your cheek. “I fucked you’re makeup up, sorry.” He mumbles, smiling.

“It’s alright, it was just for you, anyways.”

“Really?” Joel smirks shyly.

“Kinda, yeah,” you smile back.

“Lucky me.”

You chuckle, reaching your hand up to swipe your fingers over his lips. “We gotta remember to take yours off, too.”

Joel closes his eyes and chuckles, “Shit, yeah we do.”

You hum a chuckle back, watching your fingers. How long you’ve been wanting to be able to touch him like this, be this close to him.

“This took too goddamn long.” He mumbles, and you blush at his thoughts matching yours.

“Sure did.” Then, you swallow, smile fading.

“What is it, baby?”

You look down but keep your hand on his face, savoring the touch. “I guess I should have said this before, but, I don’t want this to be… like… I don’t want to just be your fuck buddy.”

“Oh, no, no,” Joel quickly answers, “I don’t want that either. I really like you.”

You look back up at him and he swallows hard under your gaze. A relieved smile slowly spreads over your lips and you slide your hand to the back of his neck, looping a finger in his hair. “I really like you, too.” You chuckle then, “I feel like a teenager.”

Joel grows his own smile, “Me too.”

You kiss him again then, gentle and slow. When you pull back, he hums with a slanted smile, eyes half lidded.

“We should probably get back.” You whisper.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Joel sighs, then lets you out his grasp.

You slide down and get off the bed to stand, looking around you, “Shit, how am I gonna get this off?” You wipe your hands over your face, only really dragging the makeup around.

Joel slips off the bed to stand, searching around with you before reaching around to grab the corner of the sheet. “Here,” he pulls it up to begin stroking it over your face. His brow is slightly pinched as he goes, methodically removing your makeup for you. Then he stands back some and sighs, “Good ‘nough.”

“Your turn,” you take the sheet from him and wipe at his mouth. The lipstick is more resistant, but the remaining saliva helps to get off as much as you can, though the act itself is a bit distracting.

“Alright, that’s the best I can do.” You look back up to his eyes and stop in his dreamy gaze.

“You’re blushing.” He whispers with a slight smirk.

“You’re dreamy.” You admit freely.

“Dreamy?” He smirks further.

Sheepishly, you say, “Yeah,” but your shyness is relieved when his lips meet yours again. You drop the sheet to smooth your hands over his still unclothed shoulders and Joel rests his hands on your hips.

He pulls away then, keeping hold of your body, “Alright, we really should get going.” You nod, sighing, then let go for him to grab his shirt and jacket to pull back on while you do the same.

You watch each other as you adjust yourselves, and then Joel leans in, pulling your cheek for a quick kiss. He keeps his hand there when he whispers, “You’re so damn beautiful.” You feel your cheeks warm again. Then he steps back with a slanted smile, “Gotta admit, that's the best sex I’ve had in years.”

“God, me too.” You both chuckle, then he reaches over to take your hip and turn you back to walk down to the door next to him.

“Alright, let’s go before they come lookin’.”

—

“Hey! You wiped off all my hard work!” Tess calls out as you approach. She, Tommy, Nevaeh, and Clancy are now all gathered at a table, talking and laughing while Nevaeh sorts through her pile of makeup.

“Ah, it just got annoying.” You lie with a nervous smile and tug at the hem of your skirt, “I’m just not used to it. It feels, like, heavy, you know? So I just took it off.”

“Mmm.” she nods, completely unconvinced.

“So, all clear?” Tommy shouts over to you.

“All clear.” Joel replies.

As you sit, you see Tess turn her attention to Joel next to you with a smirk, tapping her finger at a spot just under her lip. Joel quickly takes the hint and attempts to stealthily wipe away what must be stray lipstick. Tess shakes her head, trying to hide her laughter, and you focus down on the table, amused but embarrassed and a bit nervous of who else may have noticed. Being the good friend that she is, Tess speaks up, loudly beginning an unrelated conversation. Soon, you feel safe enough to look back up and join the conversation. Under the table, Joel sneaks a quick squeeze of your knee and then you lean it into his. He turns to you, smirk visible in his eyes as he looks up and down your face, and then turns back to the conversation, pressing the side of his legs against yours.

“You know, I like it in here.” Nevaeh comments, swiping colors over her wrist.

“We could always stay here for a night or two, there's that furniture store, beds in there right?” Tommy turns to you to ask.

You and Joel both freeze. You’re tempted to lie, but Joel clears his throat and speaks before you do. “Uh yeah, but they’re all pretty dirty.”

“Are they now?” Tess raises her eyebrows with a smirk and you try not to smile back, widening your eyes and shooting her a look.

“Yeah, I mean, they’re been sittin’ in there for fuckin’ years.” Joel recovers.

“Fair enough,” Tess says, pointedly not looking at either of you, “Plus, who knows who's done what on those? Fucking golden opportunity for anyone who’s even thought about fucking whoever they’ve come in this place with.”

“Gross!” Nevaeh screws her face up at her.

“She’s not wrong.” Clancy says, leaning back in his chair. You catch him glancing at her next to him and laugh. “What?” He demands defensively.

You shake your head, still chuckling, “Nothing.”

“Well, there’s always couches, right?” Tommy asks, looking at Joel.

“Plenty a’ couches.” He assures him, nodding.

“There we are then. We’ll stay the night at least.” Tommy decides and you all nod in agreement.

When you turn to Joel he gives you a knowing look, eyes widened with a slight smirk, and squeezes your knee under the table. You slide your hand down over his and he slips in into his, intertwining your fingers. You remind yourself to thank Tess later.

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ssturniolo · 4 months

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could u write something where reader is going through a sort of depressive episode where like trader just kinda feels hopeless and stuff and is pushing chris away and so he doesn’t understand why until matt like points it out and so chris then feels bad and comforts reader sorry if this is long😭

Everything’ll be alright

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Chris x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - mentions of depression, bad mental health, Chris being oblivious, not proofread

Everything in your life has just been going wrong. Or at least it’s felt that way. Simple everyday tasks have grown increasingly difficult to do and every waking moment is it’s own battle. You’ve had no contact with the outside world in who knows how long, not even your own boyfriend. It just seems as though nobody cares and that, along with everything else is slowly destroying you.

Only leaving your bed to use the bathroom and grab another bag of chips that will eventually be thrown to the side uneaten, has been how you’ve been living for awhile now. You’re filled with this overwhelming feeling of despair and it just won’t go away. At war with your own mind, and there doesn’t seem to be a light at the end of this tunnel. Just a dead end.

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** **

Chris lays on the couch, scrolling through Instagram while hoping that you’ll answer one of his million texts. He knows you’re pushing him away but he can’t figure out why. What did he do wrong? You’re his first girlfriend and he’s so afraid to loose you but he doesn’t know what’s wrong or what to do.

“Me and Nick are going to McDonald’s if you want to bring y/n,” Matt calls as he grabs his keys off the counter.

“No that’s ok, I don’t think she’d want to” Chris reply’s, not looking up from his phone.

“But I thought she loves McDonald’s? I haven’t heard from her in awhile, how’s she doing?” Matt asks, his voice laced with concern.

“I wouldn’t know” Chris mumbles, clearly hurt.

Every once in awhile you kind of disappear but you’ve never done it for this long, let along not talking to Chris at all.

“Did you guys break up?” Matt asks gently as he sits by Chris on the couch.

“No but she ghosted me” Chris starts, pressing his palms into his eyes. “She’s completely disappeared off of social media, and never answers my texts or calls even when it says she’s active.”

Worry is painted across Matt’s features as he watches his brother fight off tears.

“Chris I think you should go check up on her. Y/n wouldn’t do this without a really good reason and I think she’s really struggling right now. I’ll bring you on the way to McDonald’s ok?”

Chris never thought about that fact you might not be doing well, he was more concerned about you ignoring him.

“Ok, let’s go.”

*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** **

You’ve been curled up on your bed, staring at the same spot on your wall for what’s seemed like forever. How long exactly? You have no clue. Your only telling of time was whether there was light peeking through the blinds, or if everything was just swallowed in darkness.

The creak of the door to your room opening startles you out of your dazed state, confused as you hadn’t heard anyone come into your apartment.

“Hey there princess” a familiar voice whispers as he shuts the door behind him.

Chris.

Without another word, he climbs into your bed, snaking his arms around you, holding you close against his chest. And that’s all it took for you to burst into tears, wetting his t-shirt as you cry into his chest.

“I’m trapped Chris, I’m trapped” you manage to cry out in between sobs.

“I don’t know what to do”

“Everything will be alright baby, we’ll figure this out together, I’ve got you” he whispers soothingly into your hair.

There’s a terrible pressure on your chest, you feel everything and nothing at the same time, and your whole life seems to be crumbling down in front of you, but Chris is there. Right besides you through it all just like he’s always been. The world could be falling apart and he’d be there, ready to hold you in his arms and tell you everything will be alright.

Right now, all you need is Chris and he doesn’t plan on leaving anytime soon.

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Thank you for the request my love 🫶🏻

XOXO - Zoe

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rashomonss · 3 months

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hello! could i please request mirror sex w/ satan and gn reader for your valentine’s day event? ty!

hello hello! and ofc you can haha（*’∀’人）

ahh this was so much fun to write, i love satan sm i swear! anyways I hope you enjoy!! ♡

if anyone would like to request a prompt for my valentine’s day event then it can be done here!

warnings: NSFW read at your own discretion / gender neutral

i love watching you take me��

“Oh? When did this get here? Did you just recently buy it?” You asked as you stepped into the Avatar of Wrath’s room.

A new full length mirror rested in a small space between his bookshelves and in front of his bed, but you couldn’t help but become curious since it wasn’t there a few days ago.

“Asmo gave it to me the other day, apparently it was because I helped him with something awhile back but I just haven’t found a place where I feel like it’ll look good” Satan explained as he looked at the mirror as well.

You plopped down on his bed and smiled. “I think it looks good here, besides you should decorate your room with things other than books”

“I have things you gave me, that should suffice” Satan huffed, as he took a seat on the other side of his bed.

“That doesn’t count,” you replied.

“Says who?”

“Says me” you said, and a moment later Satan reached over to grab you.

You both play fought and rolled around on his bed for a few minutes until he eventually had you pinned down. Within seconds the playful banter turned into a heated makeout session.

Hands traveled up and down your body as you held him close. When you and Satan finally pulled apart for air he moved to leave a few kisses and hickeys on your neck. He always loved it when his brothers would get mad at him for leaving hickeys on you.

Satan continued to travel down your body, discarding your clothes along the way, and left marks and bites in any way he could. When he made his way back up to your nipples he decided to tease them for a while, causing a few moans to escape on your end. As you squirmed under him the mirror suddenly caught his eye, and he immediately had a lovely idea.

He wasted no time in repositioning you to sit on the front of the bed facing the mirror. When you went to question him he placed a hand over your mouth and just whispered to just watch as he admired your body.

You looked into the mirror and watched as his hands made their way back to your nipples and then pinched them in between his fingers. The way your body reacted to his touch was enough to turn you on even more so than you already were.

The way Satan looked at you had you rubbing your thighs together as lust soon filled your eyes. He saw it too of course, and it was obvious with his cock continuously poking your back as he still kept his pants on.

“I want you” you said softly, earning a surprised smile from him.

Satan soon discarded his own clothes and placed his hands on your hips and then slowly let them make their way to your thighs. His touch was longing but it was just as desperate as yours, no matter how hard he tried to hide it.

Soon Satan spread apart your thighs and let his fingers graze your entrance before sticking two in you. A moan left your lips as his fingers suddenly stretched you out and prepared you to take him.

As your gaze shifted to the ceiling, he shifted to watching you in the mirror. Satan watched intensely as his fingers moved in and out of you, however he also loved watching the way your body reacted just from his fingers alone.

“I love how your body reacts to me” Satan said softly as he entered a third finger.

After teasting you with his fingers for a bit too much Satan finally pulled them out and then you felt his tip soon at your entrance.

“You ready?” He asked, holding your gaze in the mirror.

A quiet nod was your response, sure you would’ve responded with something else any other time, but your eyes were too focused on the way his tip rubbed against your entrance in the mirror.

You watched as he slowly entered you and immediately you tightened around him because of the sight.

Satan groaned as your hole swallowed his cock, he then set the tempo at a few slow and deep thrusts. Most of the time he loved to tease you, and today was no exception. He loved watching your face become more needy with each passing moment as he slowly went in and out of you.

You on the other hand felt as if you were going crazy. You wanted him to pound into you so badly but he drug out every single thrust, making sure to hit deep every time as well, it was enough to make you squirm and beg for more.

“Look at you, taking me in so well” Satan purred in your ear.

Another deep thrust came after his praise and you cried out in ecstasy as he continued with his deep and slow pace. Satan smirked as he watched his cock slowly disappear inside you, it made it even better when your eyes rolled back each time he thrusted himself deeper.

“Watch yourself take my cock” Satan said softly as he grabbed your chin with his hand and held it up so you could see yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes trailed down your body adorned with hickeys and bite marks from earlier, and when they finally made it down there, the sight alone made you gasp and tighten around him. Satan made sure to slowly pull out as you watched the pre cum from his cock leave a slick trail behind, only somehow turning you on more.

Unlike the previous times though he then roughly thrusted up into you causing a sudden moan to escape as he held you in place. The fast pace from a moment ago continued and Satan made sure to hit your favorite spot each time he entered you.

Ah, he loved this sight, you bouncing up and down on his cock with lust filled eyes and a fucked out brain. The Avatar of Wrath held your chin up and continued to make you watch as he pounded into you with each passing second. The room was filled with lewd sounds and loud moans but he didn’t care, he wanted his brothers to know just how much you loved seeing yourself get fucked by his cock.

“You’re so fucking beautiful you know that?” He mumbled out, before then biting your shoulder, making you shudder in response.

Your pretty little hole tightened around him with each thrust as you got closer. Nothing but a few mumbles of his name and other curses left your lips as Satan guided your hips up and down on his cock. He knew you were getting close and he was as well.

“Let me see you cum on my cock, can you do that for me MC?” Satan said as he held your gaze in the mirror.

A muffled yes left your lips along with a fast nod of your head as well. Satan smiled and picked up the pace just enough for you, and finally after a few moments the built up feeling in your core snapped and you reached your climax.

Your body arched into his as your hips buckled onto his cock, allowing him to ride out his own orgasm as he thrusted into you for a few moments after.

Soft breaths left your lips as you came down from your high. After a moment Satan slowly pulled out of you as you watched in the mirror, soon a small amount of cum slowly started pooling out of your hole as he smirked.

“Ready for round two?”

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merrybloomwrites · 3 months

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I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 4)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: After battling the symptoms of touch deprivation for weeks, Y/N sees Harry again in Chicago and he helps her deal with the worst of it.

Previous Chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3

Word Count: 4.9k

Y/N POV

“You haven’t had a nightmare in 4 days?” Rachel asks.

“Nope!” You reply happily, taking a sip of your iced caramel latte. You and Rachel both have a free afternoon and decided to meet at a local cafe. You feel so much better than you had for the last few weeks that you felt confident to order a different drink. No tea that reminds you of Sarah, no hot chocolate that makes you think of Harry.

“And you’re not using those coping mechanisms you mentioned?”

“Haven’t needed them in days.”

“And you’re still not going to tell me what they were?” You blush at this question, embarrassed by the truth.

“No, that secret may come with me to the grave,” you joke.

Rachel looks at you, slightly worried and says, “It was safe right? You weren’t like, drugging yourself to sleep were you?”

“Oh God no!” You reply with a laugh. “Nothing like that, I swear.” Though you think to yourself that Harry’s scent in its direct form would probably be so delicious that it would act like a drug to you.

“Okay, I trust you,” Rachel says. “So, have you heard from Harry?”

You sigh, slightly disappointed by the answer you have to give. “Not since the night of the concert. I’m sure he’s been busy.”

“Maybe you should text him first.”

“And maybe you are out of your mind. No way. And before you say anything, it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm the girl or he’s the alpha or any of that sexist bullshit. It has everything to do with the fact that he’s Harry Styles.” You whisper the last part, aware that you’re in public and anyone around could hear the conversation.

“So what if he’s Harry Styles?”

“What would I even text him?”

“You could start with ‘Hi, how are you?’”

“Very funny. I mean, I guess I could. Maybe. I’ll give it a couple more days.”

“Waiting for him to leave the area?”

“Something like that,” you reply.

“Speaking of procrastinating things,” Rachel says teasingly, “have you called your doctor yet? To find out why that alpha knew you’re an omega even though you’re on suppressants and scent blockers?”

“Okay, that I did not procrastinate on. I called her but I can’t get an appointment until November.”

“Seriously?”

“Yea. I mean there aren’t a lot of doctors who specialize in omegas, so they’re always booked. Anyway, she said that my body has probably just developed a resistance to the pills. She’ll try to change my regimen after the appointment and told me to use the spray on neutralizers until then.”

“That sucks.”

“It does. I am so not looking forward to changing meds. It takes awhile to find the right combo and then there’ll be all new side effects. But it’ll be worth it.”

“I wish omegas didn’t have to hide who they are.”

“Me too. But that’s just how it is now.”

From there the conversation turns to lighter topics until you part ways to continue your day.

Another week passes and you still haven’t heard from Harry. On top of that the bad dreams come back, along with the restlessness, and chills. You’ve started using the old coping mechanisms again, which barely work this time around.

The morning after his final show in New York City, your social media is flooded with videos of him receiving his banner at Madison Square Garden. If there was any time to reach out to him, now was it. He said he wanted to be friends, right? A friend would absolutely congratulate him on this achievement.

It still takes you forever to type out the message, and ever longer to find the courage to press send. It’s nearly noon by the time you text Harry, “Congrats on the banner!”

It’s a simple sentence, just four words, and you still find a way to overthink everything for the two hours it takes Harry to reply. You’re taking a walk, grateful once again that you work on your own schedule and can take a break when you need one. And right now, you need one. Because you texted a celebrity and he still hasn’t answered and you for sure made a complete fool of yourself.

You stop dead in your tracks when your phone buzzes and Harry’s name appears on your screen.

From Harry Styles: Thank you! Can’t believe I got such an honor. How are you? What are you up to?

There’s a bench nearby and you sit to reread his message five times before replying.

To Harry Styles: You deserve it! I’m good, just out for a walk. How about you?

The next message comes in much faster.

From Harry Styles: I’ve been doing well. Took it easy this morning, currently enroute to Texas for the next shows.

You can’t help but feel disappointed that he’s no longer just a city away. You know it’s silly, but it was nice that he was so close by.

To Harry Styles: Enjoy Texas!

From Harry Styles: Thank you! Have you ever been?

To Harry Styles: Once, in college. Went to San Antonio with some friends.

From Harry Styles: That’s a great city, love the river walk there!

And so, you and Harry Styes became friends who text each other about random things. You talk throughout his flight to Texas, and sporadically over the next couple of weeks. It never gets very deep, all surface level conversations, but it’s nice. You feel like you’re getting to know the real him, and he’s getting to know who you are as well.

The texts from Harry are the high points. The low points are, unfortunately, very low. The hot chocolate, and roses, and forest smelling candles are no longer helping you. Bad dreams happen almost every night, you’re constantly cold, and there’s an itch under your skin that just won’t go away. The voice in the back of your brain is telling you it’s touch deprivation, but you refuse to admit that to yourself. You’ve never needed an alpha, and you refuse to depend on one now. So no, you do NOT have touch deprivation.

You’re checking your email, and you see that there are still spots open for a job training opportunity in Chicago. You rarely go to these, but it’s been a while, and you think maybe it would be good to go. There are always new types of data software, and you found the last two training courses you attended to be pretty informative.

Looking at the dates you notice the course is the following Thursday and Friday. In Chicago. You also notice that Harry will be doing shows there at the same time. You don’t admit that’s what seals the deal for you, but it totally is.

After registering and setting up your flight and hotel reservation you send a text to Harry. You casually mention that you’ll be in Chicago the following weekend. You’re surprised when your phone starts to ring, and Harry’s name is on the screen.

You answer the phone and he’s first to speak, saying, “You’re gonna be in Chicago?”

“I am!” you reply, matching his excitement.

“Can you come to my shows?”

“Which days are they again?” You ask this to try and seem like less of a stalker.

“I’ve got one Thursday, Friday and Saturday. You’re welcome to come to as many of those as you want,” he answers.

“I think Thursday is an all-day thing, so I won’t be able to come to that one. The training ends with dinner on Friday evening so I think I could make it just in time for the concert.”

“Ok great, and Saturday?”

“I am free all-day Saturday. My flight back home is Sunday afternoon.”

“Wonderful. I’ll have tickets for you for those two shows. That is, if you want to come of course.”

“Harry, I absolutely want to come.”

“Then the tickets are yours. All the details will come from Jada. I’d be a mess without that girl.”

“You paying her well?” you ask jokingly.

“She’s compensated handsomely, I promise,” he replies with a laugh.

“Happy to hear it.”

“I uhm- it sounds like you won’t be able to come before the show Friday, correct?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ll probably get there right before you go on.”

“Forgive me if this sounds forward, but would you want to hang out after? It would have to be at the hotel, I can’t really be out in the city after a concert.”

“Totally understand that. And yea, I’d love to hang out after.”

“Great! I’m staying at the Nobu Hotel.”

You quickly look it up and see that your hotel is close by.

“No way!” you reply. “I’m at the Crowne Plaza like, two blocks away.”

“Well, that’s convenient. I’ll make sure there’s a car to take you to Nobu after the show Friday if that works for you?”

“Yea that would be great. I’d love to hang out!” You cringe, hoping that didn’t come off too strong.

“I’d love to hang out as well. Listen I have to go to sound check for tonight’s show. I’ll text you soon. And look out for the email from Jada, it’ll have all the info you need.”

***

Harry POV

“You’re extra happy today,” Elin says as Harry bounces around the venue smiling so big that both dimples are showing.

“I am!” He replies. “Thanks for noticing!”

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Sarah asks. “Because it’s definitely not how this sound check is going.” She has a point there. No less than a dozen things have gone wrong since they started, leading them to take a break while the sound techs work out a few problems.

“Just talked to a friend who will be in town next week.”

“Oh I see,” Mitch says. “So Y/N will be here?”

“Yes, and she’ll be coming to the shows Friday and Saturday. I can’t wait to see her!”

“Aw, someone’s got a crush,” Pauli says.

Harry ignores the teasing from his band members and says, “Honestly I’ve been a bit worried about her. I’ve just had this feeling that keeps getting worse.”

“Why do you think it has to do with Y/N?” NyOh asks.

“I mean, I don’t know for sure. But we’ve talked on the phone a couple times, and she always sounds exhausted.”

“I’m sure she’s alright,” Sarah says reassuringly.

“I know, I just can’t help it.”

“I completely get that,” Sarah replies softly, looking towards her mate.

“Fixed it!” One of the sound techs calls out, effectively cutting off the conversation as Harry and the band get back to work.

***

Y/N POV

The next week passes in what feels like slow motion. Every hour drags on. Your apartment building hasn’t switched from air conditioning to heat yet, so you’re constantly wearing layers of warm clothes and burrowing under blankets. The itch under your skin only gets worse, spreading to new areas each day until there’s a maddening tingle throughout your whole body.

Amelia drops you off at the airport Wednesday afternoon. You know she can tell that something is wrong, but you don’t offer an explanation, so she doesn’t pry for details.

You put on your mask before walking into the terminal. It’s a habit leftover from the pandemic, and also a great way to block out the potential strange scents. Alphas and omegas might be rare, but there’s always a chance a few will be around in such a crowded place. You’re extra sensitive to smells at the moment due to the touch deprivation that you’ve finally admitted you have. But it’s mild. Totally manageable. Not a problem.

The plane ride and subsequent train trip and walk to the hotel is exhausting. You stop and grab some food on the way. After checking in you immediately eat your quick meal, take a hot shower, and crawl into bed.

You’re almost asleep when your phone digs with an incoming text. You’ve already texted your family and friends letting them know you’re at the hotel, so you’re annoyed that someone is interrupting your sleep.

That is, until you see who the message is from. Harry’s name pops up with a text asking if you made it safely to Chicago. You practically melt at how sweet it is that he’s checking in on you. You send a quick reply before immediately falling asleep.

The first day of the training session is typical- informative, but boring. Harry’s show is still going when you get back to the hotel, so you watch on a livestream. You’re still exhausted and fall asleep before it’s over.

Waking up the next morning is difficult. Your body feels heavy, like your bones are filled with lead. The chills seem worse than ever and you’re grateful you packed yourself a heavy sweater to wear that day. Not only is it warm, but it covers up the marks from where you’ve been scratching at the skin on your arms due to the incessant itching.

You have trouble concentrating on the training throughout the day. There was one alpha there, and he was somehow in every single session you attended. He didn’t have a bad scent per se, but his presence alone became overwhelming.

By the time the sessions are over, you feel exhausted. You debate skipping dinner altogether but know you at least need some food before you can start your walk to the United Center. The alpha, whose name you’ve learned is Andy, sits next to you at dinner. He seems nice enough, you don’t feel threatened by him, but you still want to finish dinner and get away from him as quickly as possible.

Once dessert is over you grab your bag, ready to escape. Andy stops you before you go, asking for your number. Without thinking you quickly say, “I have a boyfriend,” and hastily leave the restaurant.

You’re not far from the venue, only a few blocks away, and you’re so out of it that you barely notice where your legs are taking you. It only takes fifteen minutes to get there, but you’re on edge the whole time. Glancing at your watch you see that it’s just before 8PM, meaning Harry should still be backstage.

You’re tired, and dizzy, and a little fuzzy, but knowing you’re so close to seeing Harry again has you moving faster than you thought possible. You’ve even built up a slight sweat, and you feel warm for the first time in weeks causing you to roll up the sleeves of your sweater.

As you approach the building you hear your name being called. You turn to see Jada running up to you.

“I didn’t think you’d be here so early! Glad I was talking to one of the security guards, you walked right past the entrance,” she says.

You smile as she hands you your VIP badge and leads you inside.

“Harry has a few minutes before he needs to finish getting ready. He’ll be glad you made it before he goes on, I know he’s been dying to see you,” Jada says, causing you to blush.

“Well, I can’t wait to see him either,” you reply.

She knocks on a door which opens a second later. The first person you see is Mitch, who gives you a hug as he says, “Hey kid, good to see you again.”

“You too!” you answer, somewhat surprised by the warm greeting.

Sarah’s there too, pulling you in to a hug next. The moment her arms wrap around your shoulders, you’re overcome with a wave of dizziness. Black spots flash in your vision and you blink rapidly to try and clear them.

“You okay, love?” she asks as she lets go and takes a step back.

After a couple deep breaths you answer, “I’m good. Practically ran here from dinner, still catching my breath I guess.”

Harry, who’s been quietly watching you quickly walks to the fridge and grabs a water bottle. You reach out your hand so he can pass it to you, and see his eyes focus on your arm. There’s no way he missed the angry red scratch marks there, but you immediately pull your sleeves back down to hide them anyway.

“Can we have a moment?” Harry asks, causing Mitch, Sarah, and Jada to promptly exit and close the door behind them. He motions to the couch, and you’re reminded of the last time the two of you were in his dressing room together.

Like the last time, you sit next to each other, but he seems to be giving you more space. This confuses you. If he’s so excited to see you, why didn’t he greet you with a hug like everyone else? And why is he so far away now? And why does he seem so serious instead of happy?

“Y/N, I have a question, and it’s kind of personal, but I’d like you to answer honestly,” he starts.

“Okay,” you reply, taken aback by this turn of events.

He’s quiet for a moment, seeming to think of exactly what he wants to ask. Finally, he settles on, “Where did those scratches come from?”

“My arms were itchy,” you reply. Not a lie, though probably not the full truth he’s looking for.

“And the dizziness? Cause I don’t think it was from your walk. You seemed fine until Sarah touched you. Until an alpha touched you.”

You know what he’s getting at. He’s no dummy. Just minutes after seeing you he’s figured out what you’ve been hiding for weeks. Hiding from everyone, including yourself.

He watches you, and you know he’s waiting for an answer. But you can’t think of one to give him. So, he continues, “Y/N, I think you have touch deprivation. Is that fair to say?”

You let out a shuddery breath and nod. “Yea, that’s fair to say.”

“It seems pretty severe.”

You finally decide to open up, saying, “It’s been getting worse the past couple weeks. I don’t think my meds are working anymore, and the soonest doctors appointment I could get still isn’t for a couple weeks.”

“I’m worried you’re close to a drop. Like, any minute now. Or that you’ll go under if I touch you. You realize that you were close with Sarah, right? That if you’d stayed in contact with her, or if she’d released any pheromones you’d be in a full drop right now?”

Part of you wants to snark back, yell at him for going full alpha male and acting like he knows your body better than you. But the problem is, he’s right. It’s been so long since the last time you dropped that you forgot what it’s like. You forgot what the signs are.

But now that he’s pointed out the obvious, you really start to feel it. He sees as you deflate, starting to fold in on yourself. His hand reaches out, wanting to comfort you in some way, but he can’t. He can’t risk sending you into a drop, not when he has a show to do in just twenty minutes.

“You’re right,” you finally say. “I didn’t realize it. I thought I was handling it, that I could make it to my doctor’s visit and get new soothers and I’d be okay. I just don’t know what to do if I don’t have meds that work.”

“I’d like to help you, if you’ll let me.”

You finally meet his eyes and see that he’s completely serious.

After a moment you nod and reply, “Okay.”

“Okay? You’ll let me help?”

“Yes. I don’t know what else to do. And uhm, I trust you. You’re a good person, Harry. A good alpha.”

He smiles at your words before glancing at the clock and saying, “I have to finish getting ready in a minute. I’d still like to hang out after the concert. I think it might be healthy for you to do a drop with me there, if you’re comfortable with that?”

“I mean, I don’t like dropping. It’s only happened to me twice before and I was alone each time, so they weren’t good experiences. But maybe it will be different if you’re there?”

“I can help you through it, if you’ll let me.”

“What would you do to help? Like, how do alphas help omegas through that?”

“It depends on what you consent to but ah, I would hold you, help you get the touch your omega needs. Most alphas will scent the omega. It lets them know that they’re not alone, that someone is there protecting them, keeping them safe while they can’t do so themselves. I’d also release calming pheromones to keep your omega relaxed.”

“Okay. I’m okay with all of that. I’d like that,” you answer. Truthfully you’re a bit nervous. Harry Styles has just offered to hold you, to scent you for goodness sakes. That’s incredibly intimate. But you’ve felt so awful for weeks, and there are still weeks to go before you can get new soothers. And this is kind of a dream come true.

“Do you want to stay here for the concert? You can hang in here or go to the VIP box. Or you can head to the hotel now and take it easy if you’d like,” he says.

“I’ll stay in here if that’s alright,” you reply.

“It’s more than alright,” he answers. “And if at any point you want to get out of here just text Jada. She can arrange a ride back to my hotel and I’ll meet you there after the show. Or if you change your mind she can get you a ride back to your hotel too.”

“Thank you, Harry. For everything.”

“Of course. I know I don’t know you all that well, but I care about you. Anyway, I uhm, need to get dressed so I’m just gonna step into the bathroom for a moment.”

“I can go in the hall for a minute, get out of your way-”

“Nonsense. You’re not in the way. I’ll be right back.”

Harry finishes getting ready, and you make yourself comfortable on the couch. A couple of people come in, touching up his hair and make-up and before you know it he’s heading to the stage.

You watch on the screen in the room for the first few songs. After a while Jada joins you and you ask if you can watch from the VIP section for a bit. It goes well until Harry and the band take a break. You’d been so focused on the music that you were distracted from everything else around you.

But now all you can hear are all the other people, and it’s overwhelming. It becomes difficult to breathe, and you start to see dark spots once again.

You turn to Jada, and she immediately leads you back to the dressing room.

“Do you want to wait for Harry, or do you want to leave now?” she asks.

“I think I should go,” you reply.

“To your hotel, or his?”

“Harry’s, please.”

“Okay, wait here, I’ll get the car and come back for you in a minute.”

You sit back on the couch, seeking out Harry’s scent to calm you, but it’s barely noticeable.

Jada comes back and you follow her to the car. It’s a quiet ride to the hotel, and once there, she goes with you to the suite.

His room is on the top floor. It’s big, basically a full apartment, and you stay in what seems to be the living room. Jada sits on the couch with you, and you say, “I feel like you have more important things to do than babysit me.”

She laughs and says, “It’s not babysitting. I like hanging out with you. And you’re a priority to Harry. Which makes you a priority to me.”

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence for a while until Jada’s phone buzzes. “Shows over,” she says. “Harry’s just getting changed and then he’ll be here soon. He said you can borrow some of his clothes if you want to get comfy.”

You hesitate and she adds, “I have no problem going through his stuff. I can grab you some clothes if you want.” You laugh at that and nod.

A short while later you’ve changed into a pair of Harry’s sweatpants, as well as a t-shirt and hoodie. They smell like him, and you shamelessly inhale the scent you’ve been craving for weeks. The suite door opens, and Harry walks in, looking incredibly cozy in his own pair of sweats.

“Thank you, Jada,” he says. “Get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Night guys,” she says as she leaves the room.

You’re left alone with Harry. It feels different, here in his hotel room, surrounded by his belongings, while you’re wearing his clothes.

“You left early,” he says.

“Sorry,” you reply.

“Don’t be. I’m just worried as to why you left.”

“I was just overwhelmed. Needed some quiet.”

“I understand. Y/N, are you ready for this? You still seem on the edge of a drop.”

“I’m ready.”

“And have you changed your mind about anything? Or is it okay if I hold and scent you through this?”

You pause for a moment, scared at how vulnerable you’re about to be. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want you to do that. I trust you.”

He takes a step towards you. “Thank you, for trusting me. We’ll probably be more comfortable in the bed.”

“Lead the way,” you say.

It’s awkward at first, the two of you sitting next to each other in his bed, backs resting against the headboard.

He turns to you and says, “Can I hold you now?”

You nod, and his arms wrap around you, pulling you until you’re tucked under his chin and resting against his chest.

Everything starts to get fuzzy, and you feel yourself losing consciousness. It’s an unsettling feeling, but you know that Harry is there to help you through this.

The last thing you hear before it all goes black is Harry calmly saying, “I’ve got you. Let go. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Harry can’t describe the helplessness he feels as you go limp in his arms. He doesn’t allow himself to stress, or panic, knowing that his emotions will impact you. Instead, he takes some calming breaths and thinks through everything he knows he needs to do in this situation.

He hears you whimper quietly as you start to shiver, and he doesn’t hesitate to soothe you. It takes some maneuvering, but soon you’re both laying down in the bed. He tucks his nose into your neck and begins to scent you, releasing calming pheromones until you relax.

It continues this way for the next couple of hours. Harry holds you, and scents you, his nose rubbing against the gland in your neck. During one moment when you seem particularly distressed he can’t help but place kisses there to soothe you faster.

Finally, you start to stir. It takes longer than Harry had anticipated, so he’s relieved when your eyes meet his after hours of being closed.

“Hey there,” he says with a soft smile.

“Hi,” you answer groggily. “How long?”

“Couple hours. Your inner omega needed the rest. Now you need some too. Go to sleep, I’ve got you.”

It’s the same words he said before you dropped. You wish you could hear that all the time. No one has cared for you before, not like this. It feels good, but you remind yourself not to get used to it. Still, you curl into his embrace, enjoying every moment of contact with Harry that you can get.

The next thing you know, it’s late morning. You’re still cuddling against Harry, and his deep breaths indicate he’s still sleeping.

You feel amazing. You’re nice and warm, your mind is clear, and the constant itch and restlessness are nonexistent. You’re extremely grateful, but at the same time, you’re annoyed that you need to depend on another person just to feel normal. But you don’t dwell on that. Because Harry is starting to stir next to you.

“Hey,” he says when your eyes meet his. “How do you feel? Sleep okay?” God, you could melt at the gravelly sound of his morning voice.

“I’m good. Feel better than I have in a long time. And according to that clock, I slept wonderfully.” The two of you laugh, seeing that it’s nearly noon.

“I was hoping to treat you to a nice breakfast, but I guess I missed the window on that,” Harry says, continuing to laugh with you. “I do still have plenty of time before I need to be at the arena. Would you like to spend the afternoon with me exploring Chicago?”

“I’d love to,” you reply. His face breaks out in a huge smile before he leans down, once again running his nose along your scent gland. You go limp at the feeling, happily submitting to him.

You don’t think about the fact that this is temporary. That you leave to fly home tomorrow afternoon. That you’ll be without his alpha scent once again.

Instead, you think about the hours you have ahead of you, hours to spend with Harry. Nothing could be more perfect.

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! This was one of the scenes I imagined when I first thought of the story and I'm so happy that it's finally shared with you all!

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whatudowhennooneseesyou · 1 year

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First Time!February- Fic 6

Soft!Dom Lee Know x sub!fem reader

Requested by: this is all me baby

Content Includes: angst (a lot of it), reader is depressed and insecure about her lack of experience, slow burn, kissing, praise, crying, unprotected sex (don't do it), fingering (f receiving), oral (receiving), body worship (receiving), slight humiliation, fluff, virgin!reader, nipple play, cum play, comfort sex, corruption kink, possessiveness, hand-holding, aftercare.

I don't feel the themes I've written in this fic are 'toxic' but I'm not sure it's healthy either so just read with care.

Word Count: 4.2 K

The mug of tea was warm in your hands as you felt Lee Know sit down next to you on the couch, his hands cupped around his own as awkward silence filled the air.

‘It’s um…been awhile since we last saw each other’ Lee Know commented, taking a sip of his tea as he gazed down at you.

He didn’t know why he invited you to his place, he didn’t know you well, you were a friend of a friend that he has only spoken to a handful of times at social gatherings, made small talk here and there.

‘Yeah, um at the party’ You chuckled awkwardly, Lee Know watched your body language, your posture was slumped and your shoulders drooped.

‘I’m surprised you remembered me, I look very different dressed up than when I wear normal clothes’.

The quip was light-hearted but it didn’t reach your eyes, the eyes he remembered that were bright and lively when he last saw you.

‘Ahh, you gotta try and camouflage yourself more then, I was able to spot you right away in the store’ Lee Know joked half-heartedly, his eyes crinkling at the outer corners and smiling slightly at the giggle that filled the room.

His stomach twisted lightly when you finally looked directly at him since sitting on the couch, your face was pale and he noticed how blotchy your skin looked, like you had been crying…and a lot.

‘So…’ You raised the cup to your chin, blowing on the liquid lightly before taking a small sip, gulping before you spoke again.

‘How are things with you? You seeing anyone?’

Your voice cracked at the end of the sentence and furrowed your brow as you cringed, hoping Lee Know didn’t notice how shaky your voice was.

He didn’t reply right away as he watched your features and how you looked at him, he wanted to ask if you were okay but he didn’t know how, didn’t want to make things weird.

‘Good…things haven’t changed much’ He took a sip, exhaling before speaking again.

‘And no, I’m not seeing anyone, I’m too busy’ He held the mug on his thigh as he watched you again.

‘You?’

The tightness in your throat came back at the question, your chest hitching as your fingers clenched around the mug of tea.

‘No…course not…and I’m alright’.

The light went off in Lee Know’s mind as he took another sip of tea, bingo…he thought as he held the mug of tea in his hand, shifting his legs so his body was facing you.

‘You don’t look alright’ He supported his head with his arm, leaning it on the edge of the couch, his lip pursed in concern.

‘What?’ Your voice pitched in tone, eyes widening at how straight-forward the comment was.

He leaned in slightly, eyebrows furrowing as he thought about his answer, trying to refrain his response in a way that was inviting and not condescending.

‘You don’t look alright’ He repeated with a soft but firm tone, speaking as he placed his mug on the table.

‘You look…troubled, what’s going on for you?’

There was a lingering pause as you watched each other, an array of emotions spreading across your face as you pondered whether to be vulnerable or not.

His words felt genuine and his eyes sparkled with kindness and concern, he was here to listen and that’s something you hadn’t had in awhile.

‘I just’ You took one final sip of tea to quench your throat before staring into the mug.

‘I’ve been alone for a while now and it just…hurts’.

The confusion was rampant in his body as he watched you place the mug on the table, moving to face him now as you twiddled with the hem of your cotton jumper.

‘But you have friends right? People to talk to?’

Your eyes rolled as you dismissed his answer, your eyes misting up and your bottom lip starting to quiver.

‘That’s not what I mean…’

His heart ached at seeing you tear up, you looked so defeated and he was a bit surprised, shuffling his body further towards you by an inch, leaning his chest in.

‘Do you mean like a…boyfriend?’

The moment dissipated with a shaky exhale, your eyes blurring with tears as you sniffled.

‘Yeah, I’ve never been in a relationship’ A sob strangled itself from your chest, still gazing down at your lap.

‘And I don’t know why, I don’t know why someone doesn't want to be with me’.

You couldn’t see the shocked look on Lee Know’s face right now but it did graze his features before he attempted to blink it away.

Yes, he hadn’t thought of you in that way before…

But you had a great sense of humour, bright eyes and a sparkling smile, why would you think that about yourself?

‘I’m…I’m sure that there’s someone out there who likes-’

‘No!’ You interrupted him, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your jumper as you shook your head.

‘I don’t think there is, I’m 24 and no one has said anything Lee Know, I’ve asked out guys before and been rejected, no one has ever seen me that way before and I don’t know why and I just-I just feel so left out, I feel so left behind’.

Lee Know hurriedly reached to grab the box of tissues from the coffee table, holding it to you as you pulled out some and wiped your nose, watching you catch your breath with shaky inhales.

‘There’s nothing wrong with never being in a relationship at your age though’ His voice was low and sincere, he wasn’t touching you yet but he was close too, moving just a little bit more so both your knees were brushing against each other.

‘Everything happens differently for everyone, there’s no need to rush’.

He hesitantly reached his fingers out as he brushed them against your knee, attempting to offer you some sort of comfort with his words and presence.

‘I don’t know if this will help but you don’t need to compare yourselves to others, it’s okay to set your own pace and take your time with these things’.

He was glad he invited you back to his apartment now and that he followed his intuition, he could feel you begin to relax around his space and that brought comfort to him.

‘I know-I just’ You sighed out, wiping your cheeks before scrunching the tissue into a ball.

‘I don’t know why guys just don’t find me attractive, I’m not ugly and I have a great personality? Is there something about me that guys just don’t like?’

There was no deceit in your eyes as you asked that question, you were completely genuine and wanted a serious answer from Lee Know, you weren’t sure what he could give you, you just wanted him to give you something.

‘Um’ He cleared his throat, his eyes staring at the coffee table as he pondered, unable to think straight with how sad and fragile you looked sitting next to him right now.

"I don’t know about other guys’ He said, glancing back at you.

‘But I think you’re a great person’ He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

‘And you’re very pretty’ He peered down at you, the corner of his lip tilted up in a half-smile.

He watched as you gazed up at him through your lashes, your cheeks reddening from the sudden compliment.

‘Really?’ You sniffled, complete disbelief in your eyes.

‘Of course’ Lee Know’s eyes narrowed in mischief, his hand moving up to rub your shoulder lightly.

‘Why would I lie?’

The remark made you giggle, your teeth flashing in a pearly smile as you lightly held onto Lee Know’s wrist.

‘There it is, I got you to smile finally!’

A few small chuckles were shared as you leaned in to place that hand on the outside of Lee Know’s thigh, gazing up at him with adoration.

‘Thank you, I feel so much better now’.

‘I’m glad, I couldn't have you leave here all sad’ He spoke with warmth as he brushed the strands of hair out of your eyes, his nose almost brushing yours.

He could feel your fingers trace the outside of his mid-thigh and his chest tightened from something even more, his eyes drawn to your tear-stained cheeks and ruby-coloured lips.

Something stirred in you too as anticipation began to build in your stomach, flickering your eyes to his mouth before looking at him again, silently giving him your permission.

‘I don’t know if this is-’

‘Please, Lee Know…it’s okay’

The whininess of your breath sparked a sense of curiosity in his mind as his mouth lightly grazed you, his lips pressing a weary kiss to your mouth.

A shaky gasp was exchanged as you leaned in, supporting yourself with your hands as you kissed him again, this time it was firm and your lips parted with a loud noise.

Lee Know’s hands clutched at your waist as he immediately pulled you in for another kiss, this time it was wet and heated, slotting your bottom lip between his mouth.

It was over before he began as Lee Know pulled away from you breathlessly.

‘I’m sorry-I shouldn’t have’ He moved to the edge of the couch, shaking his head,

‘I’m sorry’.

Your mind shut off before you could think rationally and you felt yourself scrambling over to Lee Know.

‘Please…don’t stop’ You pleaded as you wrapped your arms around your neck as you hovered over him, your legs almost straddling him.

‘I want this’ You panted out, you were already breathless and your heart was racing.

‘I need this, I need this so much Lee Know…please’.

He could feel you trembling under his hands as his cheeks became flushed from how you were already breathless from the few kisses exchanged.

‘I-I don’t want you to regret this’ He responded, his brain already losing any sense of logic as your hands cupped his face, stroking his cheekbones.

‘I won’t..I just want one time….pleeasse’ Your voice cracked, you could feel your eyes tear up again with how badly you craved more.

‘I won’t tell anyone, I’ll leave afterwards…you don’t even need to see me again, you can just forget about me’ You fisted your hands in his t-shirt, tears wetting your lashes.

‘Just this once. I just want this one time’ You words were strangled with tears, attempting to compromise and bargain with your body, your heart.

Twinges of guilt ran through Lee Know as he stared at your teary, pleading eyes.

You sounded so needy right now, clingy and desperate.

And he felt guilty for how turned on he was right now, your touches and words already clouding his mind.

‘This is what you want?’ His voice was low and his eyes darkened, his fingers rubbing up your sides.

‘For me to make you feel better?’

Your arms tightened around him as you nodded, fingers stroking the nape of his neck.

‘Yes, I do, yes’ You ended the moment by leaning down to press your mouths together, sighing as Lee Know deepened the kiss, tilting his head to the side.

He pulled himself up so he was sitting upright, grabbing your legs so you can straddle him, his hands squeezing your arse and causing you to moan into his mouth.

Lee Know’s thoughts wandered as he kissed you more, your hands were frenzied and your kissing technique was slightly clumsy and off-kiltered.

He called your name out and stared up at you deeply, tilting his chin up as he halted you still against him.

‘How long has it been since someone has touched you?’

He felt your body stiffen under that question and you looked at him as if you were a deer in the headlights, your face filled with embarrassment.

‘What do you…what do you mean?’ You answered coyly, though it wasn’t really working.

‘You know what I mean’ He raised his eyebrow, smirking with his eyes.

‘How long has it been since you were last with someone?’

An exhale of defeat left your body as you responded sheepishly.

‘I’ve never…’ Your words trailed off as you shook your head.

‘You’ve never had sex?’ His voice filled with surprise as his eyes widened at your response.

‘No…I’ve tried, I’ve made out with guys before but nothing has ever happened, I just haven’t felt comfortable enough until now’.

You could see the hesitation in Lee Know’s eyes at your honesty and you couldn’t, you had already humiliated yourself by practically begging Lee Know to fuck you…why not just throw you entire dignity on the line while you’re at it?

‘But I want too with you, I really, really want too’ You were too embarrassed to look Lee Know in the eye so you settled for nuzzling your face in the side of his neck, your fingers clutched against his arms.

‘I’ll try and make you feel good…I promise, I just want to experience this at least once in my life’.

You cringed internally at how whiny and desperate you sounded in your mind, stooping to this level to be touched and appreciated.

‘Can you stand up for me?’ You heard him say, feeling your heart drop as you unlaced your arms, reaching back and shakily standing up in the living room.

You couldn’t look at Lee Know as he stood up after you and you almost braced yourself for the rejection, for him to say that he couldn’t do this, that he didn’t want you anymore.

You heard him leave your side, his steps leading away from you and you glanced up at Lee Know with a pensive stare when he called your name.

He tilted his head to the hallway and reached his hand out to you.

‘The bedroom is this way’.

…

Your eyes gazed up at the ceiling as you felt Lee Know gently pull your pants down your legs, dropping your ankle at a time and you were left in your bra and panties.

‘You’re so beautiful’ He spoke softly to you, his fingers gliding along your naval and watching your skin prickle under his touch.

‘Thanks’ You murmured as you could feel your body wanting to curl around itself, your knees dropping to the side as you stared at him, noticing how toned his bare chest was.

‘You’re quite handsome yourself’

‘Oh, I know,’ Lee Know smirked, leaning down to hover over you as he adjusted your legs, lightly nudging them apart with his knee.

‘A handsome man for a pretty girl’

He pressed his mouth to yours before you could say anything, trailing kisses down towards your ear.

His lips on your neck had your back arching from his touch, a sigh of pleasure escaping you.

‘God, you’re so sensitive mmmh? I’ve already got you moaning for me’.

You were spaced out already and could only respond with a whine, his lips dusting your collarbones and his fingers near the hook of your bra.

‘Can I take this off?’ He asked, there was an air of caution around you but you nodded, more insecure about your body than anything else.

Your breasts were flushed and your nipples already hard, he couldn’t help but take one into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and moaning as your hands clutched his hair.

‘I want to cover you with my marks, I want to make you mine’

He breathed out before paying attention to your other nipple, his free hand softly kneading your breasts.

‘Please, do whatever you want’ You breathed as you writhed lightly under his touch, secretly wanting him to bruise you with his kisses so you could remember this when you leave.

‘Oh, you’re letting me have control?’ Lee Know spoke in-between kisses down your naval, his tone sickly-sweet with a slight condescending tone.

‘Such a good girl’.

His hands traced around the seam of your panties, pulling them as they snapped back against your hips, smirking as you jolted.

‘You’re so cute’ He praised with a low tone, pulling the band of your panties down your hips just an inch, staring at you with a dark, almost primal gaze.

‘Can I pull these off?’

You nodded at Lee Know with hazy eyes, you could feel yourself become more wet at the anticipation of what you were about to experience.

He slowly pulled the panties away in a teasing fashion, watching them slide down your thighs and removing them one ankle at a time.

Lee Know’s gaze was intimidating and the thought of having someone so close to your heat caused your legs to snap together, a huff of disappointment filled the room.

‘Don’t hide from me okay? He reassured you gently as he grabbed your knees and opened your legs.

He slid your legs back down again as he laid in-between your thighs, his arm strewn over your hips as he anchored you to the bed.

‘Fuck baby, look at you’ He moaned out in awe as he looked down at your pussy, your sensitive and touch-starved body meant you were dripping wet.

‘So much for me to taste’

‘Awww!’ You moaned out in pleasure as Lee Know spread you out and placed a light kiss to your clit before licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit.

‘Mmm, I knew you would taste so sweet for me’ He murmured against you as he paid all the attention to your clit, drawing circles around your clit before sucking it between his teeth and repeating the motion.

Your whines and moans filled his bedroom as he ate you out with precision, your thoughts wandered to thinking how was he so good? How many girls had he done this too?

Lee Know’s groans vibrated against you as you clutched your fingers in his hair, his arm pressing against your stomach which only enhanced the pleasure.

You reached your peak rather quickly, cumming on his face within minutes of him touching you.

‘Mmmm, you really needed that didn’t you?’ He pulled his face away, his mouth shiny with your slick and a look of accomplishment on his face.

‘Please…I just, I want you now’ You pleaded out, reaching your hands out and making ‘grabby’ motions to him.

‘Not yet, I need to use my fingers, get you extra wet for me, do you think you can handle another one?’

You already felt so dazed out and overwhelmed from the stimulation but you weren’t going to say no to more pleasure, you wanted to draw your time with Lee Know out and make it last.

‘Okay, just one more’.

‘Good, I’m going to make you feel so good’ He told you as he settled his face back down to your crotch again.

A yelp left your mouth as you felt his tongue against your clit again, feeling his fingers scissor and spread inside of you, your hips arching against his face as you felt him touch areas you didn’t even know existed.

‘Lee Know!’ You whined out as you came for the second time moments later, your mind blanking and the world becoming blurry as you came down from your high.

The world came into focus as you felt Lee Know hover over you, he was now completely nude and you could feel the heaviness of his cock against your entrance.

‘You’ve had my mouth, are you ready for my cock?’ He gently nudged your legs open and wrapped them around his hips, his hair flopping into his eyes.

‘Please, I’m ready, please’ You whined out, tears misting your eyes again at how much you wanted him to be inside of you, jutting your hips against him as you clutched at his shoulders.

‘I need it, I need you, I want this…I NEED this’ Your tone was desperate as you looked at Lee Know with pleading eyes, your brow furrowing as you attempted to pull him against you even more.

‘Shhh’ He pressed a light kiss to your mouth, trying to reassure you and supported himself on his elbows,

‘I’m going to give you what you need but you need to breathe, I’m going to go slowly’.

You stared into Lee Know’s eyes as he first entered you, your hands gripping his biceps and shaky gasps leaving your body as you felt him stretch you.

‘Fuck’ you murmured into his mouth as he kissed, breaking the kiss as you tilted your neck up and just felt, you just wanted to FEEL this moment of him stretching you.

‘You’re so tight, you feel so good’ He spoke through clenched teeth, exhaling in relief as he bottomed out.

‘Stay…just stay inside of me for a second’ Your fingers gripped his shoulders as you looked at him with misty eyes.

‘I want to feel you, let me feel you for just a moment’.

Lee Know’s hips stilled inside of you, leaning down and pressing a reassuring kiss to your mouth, one of his hands holding onto your thigh.

‘Okay’ You tapped his shoulder and nodded at him, reassuring him to move.

‘I’ll be gentle’ He told you again, slowly pulling his hips, gasping as he pulled out and moaning lightly as he slowly pushed in inside of you, beginning to create a slow pace.

The moans slowly began to build as Lee Know set the rhythm, the intimacy of the moment building and your excitement growing at having someone touch you this way.

‘You feel so good, you feel so good on top of me, thank you, thank you’ Your voice hitched and tears began to swell in your eyes again, overcome with gratitude.

Lee Know’s mind swarmed with confusion and overwhelm as he felt you pulsating around him, your body wrapped around his.

He didn’t love you but he loved having you underneath him, praising him, how desperate and needy you were and how much you desired to be with him.

‘You like the way my cock feels inside of you?’ He grunted out, his hips snapping against you just a touch more firmly, groaning at the effect your sounds had on him.

‘You love the way I feel on top of you?’ He panted out, admiring your fucked-out stare and your hands running up and down his back.

‘Ahhh-yes! I love it-Mmm!’ Your head tilted back on the pillows, eyes closed and lashes fluttering from how good you felt right now.

It was more than just having Lee Know fuck you, it hurt but you wanted it too, you wanted to feel the soreness and see the marks to remember this moment.

And Lee Know’s heart filled with pride at knowing he was the first the fuck you and he wasn’t even that.

You were exposing every fibre of being to him, he could see your heart in your desperate eyes, you were so quickly willing to give him every part of you.

He hadn’t experienced this before, he was certain he’d never experience this again.

‘Be mine’ He panted out as he removed his hand from your thigh, roughly removing your hands from his back and pinning them beside your head, his fingers clenched tight around yours.

‘I’ll fill you, I’ll fill you every day, I’ll fuck the sadness away, I’ll be your first’.

His thrusts accelerated and the snap of his hips against yours resounded in the room.

‘Say it. Say you’ll be mine’ He demanded, his voice lowering and the softness of his stare leaving.

‘I’m yours, I’m yours Lee Know, all for you’ You whined out, his thrusts bordering that line between pleasure and pain, you were sure your hips would bruise under his touch.

Lee Know finished inside of you with a cry of your name, his cock spasming inside of you and his face buried in your neck, unclenching your fingers and dropping his hands against your sides.

You both stayed silent for a few minutes as you both tried to catch your breath, your fingers raking through Lee Know’s sweaty hair and enjoying his warmth inside and on your skin.

Lee Know ran his arm down your body and shifted to pull his cock out from inside of you, both of you wincing from how sensitive you were.

‘Are you okay?’ Lee Know’s voice was soft again and his gaze filled with kindness.

‘Mmm, I’m good.’

‘Do you want some water?’ He asked nicely, caring for your well-being.

You didn’t realise how parched your throat was until now and your voice was all croaky.

‘That’ll be great, thanks.’

Lee Know rolled onto the other side of the bed and you watched as he grabbed his briefs and put them on, standing up with a groan and leaving the room.

A pang of anxiety was starting to pool in your stomach as you shuffled around looking for your underwear, keeping your thighs close together so his cum didn’t drip out of you.

You were putting your pants on as Lee Know entered the room, his face looked at you in confusion.

‘Where are you going?’ He asked, putting the glass of water down on the bedside table.

‘I’m leaving…it was just one time right?’ You asked wearily.

He sauntered towards you, tilting your chin up with his thumb so you could look directly into his eyes.

‘I said I’ll be your first right? Now that you’re mine, I want to be your last’.

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her heart isn't gone

A/N: this is literally just a bunch of drabbles put into one post :') and yes, maybe i was listening to his car isn't yours on repeat as i worked on this. i haven't written in awhile so i'm a little rusty but i can't keep editing this so sorry for any inconsistencies.

Words: 8.6k (haha whoops!)

Emily briskly makes her way toward the cafe near the hotel, hoping to get a chance at a pastry. She could feel the sun warming her back and she regrets the blazer thrown over her longsleeve. It was peak summer and the team arrived in Carmel late last night so the heat hadn’t set in yet. Now that she feels the heat early this morning, she wonders how much warmer it can get.

She tugs on the cafe door, the smell of freshly baked goods surrounding her. Her mouth waters and her stomach rumbles as she considers the different options.

Lemon blueberry muffin, almond croissant, cheese strudel, banana bread…

She decides on the lemon blueberry muffin but just as she’s about to ask for it, she watches as they take the last one and place it into a bag. Her eyes follow, seeing them hand it over to a woman at the register and sighs.

Emily makes her way to the front and glances at the coffee menu. “Hi, one salted cream vanilla latte and an almond croissant, please.”

Once she pays, she steps off to the side and pulls out her phone to check for any messages.

JJ (5:53 AM): Is anyone up for a run? Morgan (6:03 AM): Sorry, some of us have already finished our workout ;) Garcia (8:48 AM): Do you people ever sleep???

Emily huffs a small laugh. She goes to reply but hears her name called for her order and puts her phone away. She grabs her drink and croissant and goes to throw a ‘thanks!’ over her shoulder as she heads out. As excited as she is about her drink, it’s short-lived when she feels herself bump into someone else. She only loses her breath from the impact but the coffee in her hand falls from her grip and spills.

She glances down and her eyes meet yours, the one who took the last lemon blueberry muffin. Emily can admit she finds you pretty, even with the dazed look on your face as you look up at Emily. She can feel the heat rush to her face when she realizes she’s just been staring and offers her hand to help you up.

“Are you alright?” Emily asks, giving a gentle tug. Her eyes scan your clothes. “Did the coffee spill on you?”

You shake your head, cheeks going pink. “I’m okay, thank you. No coffee stains either.”

Emily’s chest flutters at the flush on your cheeks, keeping her smile small. “As long as you’re not hurt.”

You wave your hand. “Really, I’m okay. Just embarrassed. Here.” You hold out the white paper bag, and Emily realizes it’s the muffin she wanted.

“Oh, no. I can’t.”

“I insist! Please. You spilled your coffee. Or I could buy you another?”

Emily glances at her watch and winces. “I don’t think I have enough time to wait for another one. It’s okay.”

You push the bag into Emily’s free hand. “Take it. It’s delicious. They’re known for these muffins here.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you, then. I’m still really sorry about bumping into you. I guess I wasn’t paying much attention.”

“No worries. I could say the same for myself.” You rub the back of your neck. “I’m kinda known for being clumsy around town. Anyway, I better go before I embarrass myself even more. If you see me here again, let me know and I’ll buy you your coffee!” You give Emily a small wave and head out.

Emily leans back in her seat, glancing out of the cafe window. She arrived earlier than expected, and the cafe was still quiet. She was able to grab two of the lemon blueberry muffins right as they came out of the oven, two resting on the table. She could feel the chill in the air, but her iced latte probably didn’t help.

She hears the bell over the door ring, her eyes glancing over. Her eyes meet yours, a small smile on her lips.

“You’re here early.” You sit across from her and reach for one of the muffins.

“More like late night. I haven’t exactly slept yet, but I didn’t want to risk sleeping through the morning.”

You grin and bat your eyelashes. “Aw, you didn’t want to miss our morning munchies?”

Emily lets out a huff. “Please don’t call it that.”

“But that’s what we do.” You take a bite of the muffin, glancing at the iced coffee Emily held onto. “Is that your salted cream latte?”

Emily’s eyes narrow, pulling the drink a bit closer to her. “Maybe. Why?”

Your eyes go wide and your lips pull into a small pout. “Can I have a sip?”

“What? Why? You don’t even like the cream on top! You’ve tried this latte multiple times and each time, you say you don’t like it.”

“What if I change my mind this time?”

Emily laughs. “You won’t.”

“Are you following me?”

Emily rolls her eyes. “I could ask you the same thing.”

“Well, I live here so I should be asking you that question.” You bump your shoulder into Emily, a smile on your face. “Who told you about my secret getaway?”

Emily laughs. “Secret getaway? It’s the beach.”

“Yeah, but this spot in particular. It’s away from the main boardwalk and it’s hidden.”

Emily grins, leaning into you. “I have my ways.”

“Uh-huh. So you are stalking me.”

“Stalking? Please, you flatter yourself.”

You let out a small laugh, enjoying the warmth from Emily’s body. “I’m surprised you’re not working. How did you get a Saturday night off?”

“Told ‘em I had a hot date.”

“Hey, I wanted to tell you something.” Emily rubs at the inside of her wrist, just below her watch. She tries to look at you but can’t bring herself to, focusing on the empty plate between them.

“What’s up?” You wipe at the table with a napkin, gathering the crumbs into a single spot.

“Well, we caught the guy last night so I’ll be leaving soon.”

“Oh.” You pause and look at Emily. “How soon?”

“Two hours?” Emily winces at the look on your face. “I’m sorry. We’re very… we move around, and fast.”

You can only nod.

“It’s not like I haven’t been enjoying our… us. I just can’t stay.”

“No, I understand. I mean, I knew that from the start. I just wasn’t expecting you to leave so fast after you caught him. I thought you might get like, a day or two off.”

“As nice as that sounds, that rarely happens. You know what they say.”

“...What?”

Emily sits up straight and clears her throat, her voice lowering. “Crime never sleeps.”

You groan. “Ew, don’t ever say that again, please.”

“Hey, are you up for drinks tonight?”

Emily glances up from her computer screen, finding JJ leaning against her desk.

“Ah, not tonight. I’ve… got plans.” Emily hopes JJ doesn’t push but this is the third time she’s missed out on drinks with the team. “Next time?”

JJ’s eyes narrow, staring at Emily.

“Stop trying to profile me.”

“Only if you tell me why you haven’t been out with us for the past three Friday nights. The first time, fine, we get it. The second time, it’s a little suspicious. But the third time? You are not getting out of it without an explanation. I will tell Garcia on you.”

Emily huffs, leaning back into her chair. “I have plans.” She holds a finger up. “That I cannot cancel or reschedule.”

“Uh-huh. And does it, by any chance, have anything to do with a certain woman from a certain beach town we may have been in recently?” JJ’s smirking now, arms crossed. “And it wouldn’t be because she’s been visiting every weekend since then, would it?”

Emily only gapes at her. “How— who told you that? How do you even know about her?”

JJ shrugs. “I went on a run every morning there that no one ever showed up for. I ran through the whole town eventually and may have seen you at the same cafe around the same time with the same woman.”

“If you know, then why are you asking?”

“I didn’t but you just confirmed it for me.” JJ taps her desk with her knuckles before heading out. “Well, maybe next week you’ll bring her along. Goodnight, Emily!”

Emily only groans, dropping her head into her hands.

You step out onto the sidewalk, waving to the doorman. It was almost 8 and Emily was on her way. Your heart flutters in anticipation and you rock back and forth on your feet as you wait.

The sight of headlights coming down the street catches your attention, and you follow with your eyes as it approaches. You recognize the Jeep and get in, eyes meeting Emily’s.

“Hi,” you breathe out, hand brushing against the one resting the gear shift.

Emily gives you a small kiss on the edge of your lips, letting out a quiet hello before leaning back into her seat. “Ready?”

Your seatbelt clicks into place. “Uh-huh. Where are we going on this exhilarating Friday night?”

“Exhilarating? I was thinking of taking you to my place to crochet.”

“Emily.”

“What? You don’t want to spend quality time with me? Not to mention Sergio is just dying to meet you.” She pulls away from the curb, eyes focused.

“Oh, are you ready to introduce me to your family?” You tease, leaning close enough for her to feel your breath on her cheek. “Are we taking that next step so soon? You haven’t even taken me to bed yet.”

Emily’s hand immediately falls onto your thigh, her grip tight. “Don’t start.” She hesitates, before coming to a stop in a parking lot. “But… what do you think about it?”

You abruptly pull away from her, eyebrows raised. “What do I think about meeting your family? Emily, we haven’t even… it’s only been��”

“No! No, I don’t mean my family. Well, I mean I do but I don’t mean my parents. I meant more like my team.” Emily grabs your hand, pulling it close to her lips. “I haven’t told them anything but they have their suspicions.”

“God, Em, don’t scare me like that.” You let out a shuddered breath, closing your eyes. “Why do you want me to meet them suddenly?”

“Just… it would be nice, I think, if I could spend time with the people I care most altogether?” She glances at you, eyes wide.

“Oh, you’re good.”

You felt a paw lightly pat your face, the fur tickling your nose.

“Sergio, please. Five more minutes,” you groan. You turn over in bed, trying to bury your face in the pillow that still smells like Emily’s shampoo.

You hear a laugh from the other side of the room. “You should know better than that.”

“He’s your son, why isn’t he bothering you instead?”

“Because he knows that I have to get ready for work.” You hear Emily shuffling in her closet. “Hey, have you seen that blue button-up of mine, by chance?”

You pause, looking down at your body wearing that exact button-up. You pull the blanket up higher. “Uh, no, I haven’t. Might be in the dirty laundry pile? I can start it today while you’re at work.”

“Yeah, that’d be great.” She grunts, putting her shoes on. “Also, what do you think we should have for dinner?”

“Whatever you want, babe.” You sigh, realizing sleep is no longer coming.

Emily chuckles, sitting next to you. “I’ll see you later, okay? It’s supposed to be quick.” She presses a kiss onto your forehead. “And maybe we can…”

You smack her with her pillow. “Let you in my pants one time and now it’s all you think about. Get outta here.”

She laughs, resting her body on top of yours.

“Em! Please, I can’t breathe.” You push at her shoulders, laughing.

“You seem to be breathing just fine.” She relaxes her body even more, letting her full weight rest on you. “And I’ll have you know that you seduced me!”

“That’s not true! You’re the one who wined and dined me, showing off your fancy wine knowledge and your fancy French.”

“Fancy French?” Emily chuckles, rolling her eyes. “It’s just French, babe.”

She pushes herself up, adjusting her shirt before her eyes land on you. “Hey, that’s my shirt!”

“Oops?”

“You’re lucky I think you’re so cute.”

It starts with a small itch on your cheek during dinner that you brushed off. As you lean back into your seat as Emily drives, eyes drooping, you think it might be a stray hair tickling your face. Emily’s talking about possibly going out for drinks tomorrow night with her team but you’ve started to rub at your eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” Emily’s brows furrow, watching you unable to keep your hands from your face.

“I’m okay, my face just feels a little funny.” The skin of your face actually feels so tight, especially when you try to smile. “Hey, Em…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Was there, by any chance, Thai eggplant in any of our dishes tonight?”

“I think the curry did. Why?”

You huff out a laugh. “Oh no.”

“Oh no, what? Should I be taking you to the ER?” Her voice is rising in pitch, eyes darting to try and think of the nearest ER. “Baby, you’re allergic? Why didn’t you tell me before? Oh God, do you need me to grab an EpiPen? Do you even have one?”

“Relax, Emily, I’m fine, and no need for an EpiPen. I’ll be okay, it’ll go away on its own. I’ll pop a Claritin and I should be okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you’re allergic? Are you allergic to anything else?” Emily’s biting onto her lower lip, eyes glancing over to you every few minutes. “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the ER?”

“I’m sure, but thank you for caring. And no, as far as I’m aware, I’m not allergic to anything else. I do try to stay away from fava beans though. Not allergic but it does make me feel nauseous.”

“Fava beans? What the hell are those?”

“It’s usually in like hummus and falafel, but I think you can make them into a dish itself? Not sure, but again, I stay away from it in general.”

“So hummus and falafel are banned from my house, got it.”

“Emily, don’t be ridiculous. You can have those in your house, they’re not going to kill me.” You pat her thigh. “Thank you for your concern though.”

“What if you accidentally eat it?”

“Emily,” you chuckle. “What’s the hummus going to do, open its container, scoop itself onto a spoon, and force its way into my hand?”

You spin yourself around in Emily’s chair, staring at the ceiling and wondering what movie to watch tonight. It’d been a long day for you, your flight being delayed stranding you at the airport for a few hours. By the time your plane landed, it was late, and there weren’t many cabs around. It felt like every part of your trip was a challenge, and you were just glad to finally be near Emily.

You glance at the meeting room she’s in and can only wonder what she’s discussing with Hotch that has her looking so troubled.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re here! How was the flight?” Penelope leans against Emily’s desk. “I saw it was delayed.”

“You saw?” You shake your head. “Wait, don’t answer that.”

Penelope grins, sending you a wink. “You should know better.”

“The flight was okay, definitely felt longer than usual. Then when I get here, there’s like no cabs at the airport. Which, fine, I get it, it’s late but seriously? And then when I try to get an Uber, the price is like triple the usual rate!” You roll your eyes, leaning back in the chair. “I should’ve just rented a car.”

“Well, at least you made it. Are we seeing you at all this weekend or is Emily hogging you for the whole time?”

“Ah, well, I guess that’s up to Emily. I’m up for a girl’s night this weekend.” You tap at your chin. “There is a cocktail lounge I’ve been wanting to try but I think they’re only accepting reservations.”

“Hm, interesting. I’m not making any promises but I’m gonna try and work some magic and see if I can get us on the list.” Penelope wiggles her eyebrows. “All you have to do is convince your big, bad girlfriend to say yes to sharing you.”

“Not a chance, Garcia.” Emily’s standing behind her, arms crossed.

“Aw, but Emily! We haven’t seen Y/N in so long and you always keep her to yourself every weekend.”

“Yeah, Emily, stop hogging me,” you tease, leaning forward onto her desk.

She throws her hands up. “Fine, we can do a girl's night. Pick a place and time, Pen, but tonight, we’re busy.” Emily tugs at your arm, pulling you to the exit.

“Goodnight, Penelope! Let me know about the cocktail lounge!” You wave, happy to be dragged away.

Once you get into Emily’s car, you can’t help but look at her and grin. “You don’t have to be so jealous, you know.”

She scoffs. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous? You’re not secretly dating Penelope or JJ.” She pauses. “Are you?”

“I don’t know, am I?”

Emily pinches your cheek. “Don’t be a smartass.”

“You love that about me.” You freeze, heat rushing to your face and the tips of your ears going pink. “Emily, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking–”

“I do. Love you, I mean. Granted, I didn’t think this was when I would tell you this. Maybe at a nice dinner or home but… I do.”

“Home?” You stare at her, heart stuttering. “You love me?”

“So much,” Emily breathes out.

You can only smile, reaching out to stroke her cheek. “You’re something else, Emily Prentiss, but I love you too.”

“So… what are your thoughts on being neighbors?” You focus on the book in your hands, refusing to look at Emily beside you on the couch.

“Excuse me?” She lays her book down and turns to face you. “Neighbors?”

You hesitate before looking at her. “My contract in Carmel is ending and I’ve been offered an analyst position with the city. Here. I haven’t accepted yet because I wanted to talk to you about it first.”

She frowns, grabbing your hand. “Y/N… if it’s a great opportunity, you should take it regardless of my opinion.”

“I know but I don’t want to make it seem like I’m… being pushy? Or rushing you? It’s one thing to date someone long distance, it’s another to be in the same city.”

“Shouldn’t I be happy that I get to see you more often than just weekends?” She tilts her head. “Not only that, but if you don’t accept this position, doesn’t that mean you won’t have a job?”

“That’s not my point, Em. I just mean that maybe you might feel… suffocated. With me, here. Yes, we love each other but–”

“No buts.” She presses her finger against your lips. “But I’m hurt that you’re planning to be my neighbor.”

“What do you mean? You want me to live on the other side of town or something?” You grab her hand and move it to your lap. “That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”

“No, I mean, why wouldn’t you just be my roommate?”

You splutter. “Excuse me? You want me to move in?”

“Well, it’d make sense, wouldn’t it? If you got a place, we’d just be going back and forth between the two. Not to mention paying an unnecessarily ridiculous price for a place.” Emily begins to list the reasons on her fingers. “We have dinner together every night you’re here, you currently don’t have a car, this house is decently close to the city office, and I have the room for you. Obviously.” She leans back against the couch, letting out a relaxed sigh, and closes her eyes. “Any other concerns?”

You can only gape at her, at a loss for words.

“Now the real question is this: how much are they offering you to take the job with the city?” She opens her eyes to look at you. “Baby?”

You shake your head. “Their initial offer is for $175,000.”

“Christ, for maps?!”

“Hey! You use maps at your job all the time so you’re welcome. And I said it’s their initial offer. I’d technically be considered a senior analyst, so it’s closer to $200,000.”

Emily’s eyes roll back. “God, keep talking dirty to me.”

“Em!” You tug at her ear gently. “You’re so annoying.”

You can barely hear the knock over the music you have playing, but you’ve been expecting it. Swinging the door open, you find JJ and Henry standing with bags over their shoulders.

“Ah, my royal guests have arrived for the night.” You step aside to let them in, locking the door behind them. “Are we hungry yet?”

JJ groans. “Please tell me you made what I think you made.”

You turn the volume down on the sound system low enough to not have to yell. “That depends. What are you hoping I made?”

Henry wraps himself around your legs. “Pasta chicken, please.”

You gasp. “How did you know I made pesto chicken? Do you have superpowers?” You look up at JJ. “You can put your stuff in the guest room if you’d like. Or we can set up in the living room?”

“No, the guest room is great. I’ll be right back.” She grabs Henry’s bag from the floor and heads down the hallway.

“Alright, my dude, let’s check on the food. And I made brownies for dessert.” You guide Henry toward the kitchen, stomach grumbling. “Emily also better get her butt here sooner than later, or else.”

“Or else what?”

You jump, hand flying to your chest. “JJ, please, not everyone is an FBI agent!”

She lets out a laugh. “Sorry, didn’t mean to sneak up on you. Habit, I guess. Did you need any help?”

You wave her off. “Nah, I got it. I have drinks in the fridge if you want some. There’s beer, wine, soda, and j-u-i-c-e.”

“Sounds good. Want me to grab you anything?” JJ tugs the fridge open, pursing her lips. “How’s the wine?”

“Don’t know, it’s Emily’s.” You let out a small laugh. “Feel free to open it.”

She shakes her head, pulling the bottle of wine out and a juice for Henry. “Her loss, I guess.”

“Whose loss?”

You both jump this time. “Christ, Emily!” You rub your temples. “I’m not going to survive like this. I feel like my heart’s restarted so many times since moving in.”

“Well, maybe if you listened to me about the music volume, you wouldn’t be so jumpy.” She tugs you close. “Sorry, I’m a bit late.”

You roll your eyes. “You know how I feel about music.”

“You have it on so you don’t feel lonely when you’re home alone,” Emily and JJ both recite.

“Wow.” You scoff. “I don’t say it that often!”

JJ leans down to hand Henry his juice, wiping the condensation on her pants. “You don’t have to. It’s always on when we come over.”

“And it’s always on when I come home from work.”

“Well, it’s better than just sitting here in silence by myself.”

Emily smiles, heading to the fridge. “I know you don’t like when it’s too quiet. It’s okay.”

Emily’s chin drops down to her chest and lets out a heavy sigh. She was late, much later than she told you. She rubs at the ridges of her house key feeling like a stone sat in her stomach. Things have been somewhat tense the past few weeks and she knows she hasn’t made it better. This is the fifth Friday night she’s missed, and it doesn’t help that it was your anniversary tomorrow.

She’d promised you she’d be home early but the team caught a case right after lunch. She tried to keep you updated throughout the day but by the time it hit midnight, you stopped replying. Emily pushes her way in, instantly rearming the alarm. Setting her bags down on the small side table, she heads further in, ears straining to hear for any movement.

She notes the lack of music and wonders how long it’s been off. By the time she makes it to the bedroom, she’s shed her shoes and blazer. Emily sighs once more when she sees you asleep in bed, Sergio curled onto the pillow beside you.

She makes her way to the closet, shuffling through to grab some pajamas. She can shower tomorrow morning, and maybe she can make it up to you and have you join her.

“When did you get in?”

Emily’s heart jumps as she turns to look at the bed. You’re still curled beneath the blankets but your eyes are staring straight at her.

“I’m just getting in,” she breathes out. Emily pulls her button-up and bra off, exchanging them for a large t-shirt. “Did I wake you?”

“No, Sergio did.” You glance over to the cat that’s now made himself comfortable halfway onto your forehead. “Everything at work okay?”

“Yeah, just got unlucky. We caught a case right after lunch.” She tugs her slacks off and settles into bed beside you. “Didn’t make much progress either, but the amount of bodies we kept finding were… a lot.”

You let out a quiet hum. “Make a profile yet?”

Emily shakes her head, rolling over to face you. “No, not yet. We’re missing something but we just haven’t found it yet.” She stares at you, hesitating just a bit. “I’m sorry about tonight.”

“It’s okay, Em, it’s work.”

“It’s not though. This isn’t the first one I’ve missed, and I’m sorry. I know it might feel like I’m not trying but I promise that I am.” She reaches for your waist, pulling you close. “And I don’t want you to think that I’m avoiding you or anything like that.”

“Emily, I mean it. I know how your job works. I’m not mad at you. Am I a little sad and disappointed? Anyone would be, but I’m not going to hold something like this over you. That’s like if you held a grudge against me every time I lose track of time when I’m working.” You tuck your face into her neck, breathing her in. “Just glad you’re okay.”

She squeezes you tight, letting her body relax. “I’m going to make it up to you.”

You let out a small laugh. “Oh yeah? What’d you have in mind?”

“I don’t know yet but I’ll figure it out. Maybe…” Emily bites her lip, thinking. “Maybe after the case though?”

“Of course, babe. I wouldn’t expect anything else.” You try to hold in your yawn, but Emily can feel it against her skin.

“Go to bed. I’ll wake you up before I leave tomorrow.”

“Mm, tell me about your case. Not too many details though.”

Emily smiles, letting her eyes close. “You don’t wanna hear about what they did to the bodies and where we found them?”

You shudder. “God, no. Just wanna hear your voice.”

“Emily, hey. I’m glad you answered.” You stuff as many shirts as you can into the small luggage, holding your cell phone between your ear and shoulder. “Listen, something’s come up and I’m on my way to the airport.”

Emily ducks into an empty conference room, leaning against the door. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Do you want me to meet you at the airport?”

“No, that’s not necessary. My mom called me and– it’s nothing. Not anything bad but I just have to help her sort some stuff out.” You zipped the luggage up, doing a quick scan to make sure the windows were shut and Sergio’s water bowl was filled.

“You sure I can’t do anything?” Emily turns to look out the window, unaware that she’s started to bite the nail of her thumb. “We don’t have any pressing cases right now, I can meet you–”

“It’s okay, I promise. Stay.” You set the alarm and lock the door behind you. “Just… it’s my brother. He’s always had a tough time once he finished high school. He’s been doing good, but my mom is worried. I just need to see what’s happening and have it sorted. I should be back in a few days.”

“Y/N–”

“I’m sorry, Em, my mom’s calling. I’ll call you when I get there, okay?”

Emily sighs when the call disconnects, shoulders slumping. It’s been a good few weeks since your anniversary and things have been getting better, but it just feels like something’s been off. She makes her way back to her desk and opens a new window on her computer.

This is wrong. You shouldn’t be looking him up. If she wanted you to know about him, she’d have told you by now. It can’t be that bad.

Emily groans, closing the window.

“What’s wrong, my dark fairy?” Penelope perches herself on the edge of Emily’s desk. “Trouble in paradise? Don’t tell me Y/N’s still mad at you. Haven’t you been taking any of my advice? Groveling, presents, and ravishing her every chance you get?”

“Penelope, please, not so loud.” Emily shakes her head. “It’s not that. She said she had to fly home to handle some stuff that’s come up and she mentioned her brother. I don’t really know much about him and I was gonna…” Emily wiggles her fingers and points to the computer. “But I can’t bring myself to do it. That’s– I shouldn’t do that, right? It’s wrong?”

“Oh-ho-ho. The good ol’ dilemma of wanting to find out what’s going on vs. not betraying someone’s trust.” Penelope leans in, lowering her voice. “As a hacker, I say do it. As a friend…”

“As a friend, don’t?”

Penelope darts her eyes to the computer. “I’d still do it, especially if I think it’s for someone’s safety or well-being!”

“Pen!” Emily drops her face into her hands. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Want me to?”

Emily thinks about it for a few minutes, worrying what your reaction might be. “Just… If you do it and you don’t find anything pressing, don’t tell me that you did it. But if it’s something bad, then tell me. I need to know if I need to be there too.”

“You got it, goth queen.”

“Happy birthday, Emily!” You lift Sergio from the floor and press his face against her cheek. “Welcome home. I hope you’re ready to celebrate.”

Emily smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of Sergio’s head. “If that means relaxing on the couch with my two favorites, then I’m so ready.”

“Not just that but I also have some extra surprises in store for you.” You set Sergio into her arms and give her a quick peck. “I just need to grab them. You go get comfy and I’ll meet you in the living room?”

“It’s a date.” Emily watches you head to her office, shaking her head in disbelief. “Can’t believe that’s where she’s kept them hidden and I didn’t even think to look in there, Serg.”

Emily places Sergio onto her bed as she goes to change into pajamas. She glances at the box at the top of her closet, wondering if today would be the day.

“Em? You almost done?”

She lets out a breath, shaking her head. Not today. “Yeah, I’m just about finished. Be there in a sec.”

Lowering herself down to her knees beside the bed, she brings her face close to the cat and lowers her voice. “Listen here, buddy. I’m going to need you to put in some work and be extra cute and irresistible. I’m going to need all the help I can get.” He only stares and blinks at her.

“Oh my god, I’m losing it,” Emily mumbles, scooping Sergio back into her arms to head back to the living room. Her eyes widen when she sees the gifts on the small table. “Uh, Y/N? Don’t you think that’s a bit much?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “That’s rich, coming from the woman who paid for a month-long trip for my birthday and didn’t let me chip in. We also flew first class, Em, first class.”

She scoffs, plopping down onto the couch. “That trust fund isn’t gonna use itself, so what better way than to spend it on you?”

You push her shoulder, settling in beside her. “I could say the same for myself, minus the trust fund. Do you wanna open gifts first or later?”

“Mm, later. I just wanna lay here with you.”

“Any movie suggestions?”

“You pick.” She buries her face into your neck, closing her eyes. “It’s been a long day so nothing too heavy or intense, please.”

“Taxi?”

“Again?”

“You said I could pick!” You poke at her side, scrolling through movies. “Do you wanna do a TV show instead?”

Emily only mumbles.

“Ah, yes. Thank you for that detailed and clear answer. That narrows down my search immensely. I have a top 3 for selection.”

“Stop being a smartass.”

You laugh, selecting Taxi anyway. The movie starts and as you both sit there, you can feel Emily’s body going lax. “Happy birthday, Emily,” you whisper.

“No, Emily, absolutely not. You can’t drive like this!” You argue, holding her car keys close to your chest. “Hotch said you can take the rest of the week off, so why don’t you?”

Emily only gives you a look.

“Uhg, I know. Can’t you just, I don’t know, get a ride from someone? I can call JJ and she can swing by?”

“I’m already up later than usual, Y/N. It’s 10. The day’s already started for the team a long time ago.”

You bite your lip, glancing at your computer. You don’t have any pressing deadlines coming up so you could technically take an early day. The real dilemma is getting Emily to agree.

“I’ll make a deal with you.” You straighten your shoulders and clear your throat. “And if you don’t agree, you’re going to have to think of another way to get to work.”

“I’m listening.”

“You let me drive you to work. I can take you now and pick you up later.”

Silence.

You can feel the heat spreading on your cheeks as you wait for Emily to say something, anything. “Em?”

“Nobody drives my Jeep but me.”

“Emily Prentiss, you literally got shot yesterday. If you think for one second I’m going to let you drive with an injury, you are out of your mind.”

She grits her teeth. “Y/N…”

“Emily.” You stare at her head-on. “If you love me as much as you say you do, you’ll let me do this for you.”

She dips her head, closing her eyes. “Fine, you can drive my Jeep but if you get a scratch on her, I’m putting my cold feet on you for a month!” Emily turns around with a huff, going to grab her work bag.

You can’t help but admire the new ring that sits on your finger as you sit at your computer. It’s been two hours since you clocked in but you can’t concentrate. The butterflies in your stomach haven’t gone away since you woke up and Emily smiled at you. Biting your lip, you try and focus on the map in front of you.

Your phone buzzes on the desk and you sigh.

Emily ❣️(9:53 AM): Get to work.

You startle, looking around the office and debating on whether you should turn the music down or not. There’s no way she’d have cameras set up without telling you, would she?

You (9:55 AM): I don’t know what you mean 🙂 Emily ❣️ (9:59 AM): I know you. Now get to work. We can celebrate again when I get home 😜

You can feel the tips of your ears go pink, locking your phone and setting it face down on the desk. Instead of getting back to work, you open a new browsing window instead and immediately search for rings. You’ve yet to find one that would fit Emily, and it’s starting to feel like you’re going to have to make a custom piece.

Your phone buzzes against the desk, causing you to jump. There’s no way you were getting anything done today.

When you swing the door open to a red-eyed JJ, your stomach drops. The way she’s looking at you is something you’ve never wanted to experience.

“JJ… don’t.” You shake your head, the ring on your finger feeling so, so heavy.

She takes in a deep breath, her voice shaky. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. She– they said she didn’t make it off the table.”

The only thing you can hear is the music you’ve been playing all day and the sound of your breathing. JJ is speaking to you, hands moving, but it’s like no words are coming out. You can’t process anything she’s saying and you can only stare into her eyes.

JJ would never lie to you and she would never put you through this if she knew there wasn’t a possibility of Emily surviving. She’s guiding you back inside, her face tight.

“Y/N?”

You look at her, finally taking her in. The tip of her nose was pink, her ponytail was a mess, and her shirt was rumpled.

“Sorry, could you repeat that? I’m–” You’re at a loss for words, uncertain.

“I asked if you wanted to stay with me.” JJ grabs onto your hands, her eyes roaming your face. “You don’t have to be alone tonight, or any night. I’m sure Henry would love to have you and Sergio over.”

You shake your head. “No, it’s fine. You don’t need to take care of one more person.”

“Y/N, it’s okay, really.” JJ glances around, wincing. “I think it would be best. At least for one night? And then we can go from there, okay? If not for you, then for me.”

You sigh, nodding. “Okay.”

“Okay. You stay right here. I’ll grab you a few things and then we can go, okay?”

As JJ makes her way into the bedroom, her eyes water. This is not how she wanted to find out the two of you got engaged over the weekend. Taking a deep breath, JJ is quick to grab a change of clothes and Sergio. She finds you still sitting on the couch, the music turned off.

“Come on, let’s head out.” She squeezes your shoulder before handing you Sergio.

You slowly stand, looking down at the black cat, realizing that he won’t understand why Emily will no longer be coming around. You take in a breath and blink back the tears as you move to turn the alarm on. “Are you sure, JJ? I can stay, really. I’m sure you’d like to be alone too–”

“I want you to come, Y/N. Please. I’d like to keep you close tonight.” JJ frowns, the indecision clear on her face. “I can’t tell you everything yet, but once things are settled, I promise I will. I just need to make sure you’re safe.”

The drive to JJ’s is a blur. It felt like it went by in the blink of an eye but at the same time, it felt like hours. As you both make your way to the front door, it feels like you’ve been awake for hours. Wasn’t it just this morning that you were making plans with Emily for Friday? You have a dentist appointment tomorrow, your mom wanted you to call her back, and there’s a deadline coming up–

Your head throbs.

JJ pushes the door open, the lights off and the house is silent. “Well, looks like everyone’s asleep. Here.” She guides you to the guest room you frequented every girl’s night, not bothering to turn the light on.

As you sit, you look at her once more. “JJ…”

“I know. I’m so sorry.” She presses a kiss to your forehead. “Try to get some sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll figure things out, okay? And if you need me for anything, don’t hesitate to wake me.”

All you can do is nod as you lay down, tugging the blanket over you. “This is real, isn’t it, JJ?”

She pauses at the doorway. “Yeah, Y/N, it’s real.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “And she’s not coming back.”

“No,” she whispers.

You can feel the adrenaline and nerves finally hit, and somehow your eyes close.

“I don’t know how that makes me feel! Isn’t that why I’m here?” You raise your eyes to Dr. Crane, the psychologist that JJ has been forcing you to go to. “I told you from the start that I didn’t think that this would help.”

Dr. Crane leans forward, setting her notebook aside. “Y/N, in the past two months, do you want to know what I’ve noticed about you?”

You throw your hands up, defeated. “Sure, why not?”

“You insist that being here wouldn’t help you but you come to every appointment. That’s three times a week, by the way. You start the session calmly, and as the questions progress, so does your anger.” She taps her desk with her pen. “Not only that, but you’ve been unable to say Emily’s name once in any session, you refuse to answer questions you don’t like the answer to, and you frequently try to change the subject when I ask about your engagement.”

You wince, glancing at the ring on your finger. “Not much to talk about. It didn’t last very long.”

Oh, that one hurt.

“Look, people grieve differently, right? This is how I’m doing it.”

“And do you think that’s healthy? Being unable to say a name? Wearing a ring that you seem to resent whenever you talk about it?” You can feel yourself clenching your jaw as you look at your hands. “Are we finished for today?” You don’t wait for an answer, but stand and grab your things.

“Y/N, a loss is something so many people experience but very little know how to process. If you continue this way, how long do you think you’ll last before you’re forced to confront it?”

You say nothing as you storm out of the office, the frustration building. JJ stands from the waiting room, a frown on her face as she sees your haste to leave. She looks back toward the office before following you with a sigh.

“Y/N, you said you’d try–”

“This is me trying, JJ! I’m just– I’m not ready.” You stand on the sidewalk, staring at her. “I’m not ready to accept she’s gone. Every day I wake up, thinking that I had a bad dream. I look down at my finger and I see this ring and I wonder how much longer it’ll be until I can take it off without feeling like I’m trying to forget her.”

JJ shakes her head, hand reaching for you. “We can find you another psychologist if you want. If you think Dr. Crane isn’t helping, then we can–”

You shake your head, taking a few steps back. “No, I know. I just– I need to be alone for a little while, okay? You’ve done a lot for me these past few weeks, JJ, and I appreciate that but I just need to think.”

“Let me drop you off, then. Where are you going?”

“No, it’s fine. I can walk. Please, JJ. Just let me be alone for a little while. I promise I’ll be okay. I’ll call you?” You take a few more steps back before turning away.

“Y/N! You call me if you need a ride, okay?”

You throw your hand up in acknowledgment as you briskly walk away from JJ, your head pounding.

They’re everywhere. No matter where you are or what you’re doing, it’s like they follow you all day long. You know it’s not true, but that’s what it feels like. Just how many people actually drive Jeeps? Maybe you’ll look at some data later.

It’s like the car itself was following you, trying to force you to acknowledge it. None of them are her’s though. That one’s sitting in the parking garage, untouched. Over the past few months, you’ve thought about selling it but can’t bring yourself to actually do it. It’s not like you drive it, but it’s just one more thing to hold onto.

You tap at your keyboard, the posting halfway finished. This is the fourth time you’ve tried to sell this Jeep but every time, something stops you. The first time, the wifi disconnected. The second time, Sergio jumped onto the desk and stepped onto the keyboard which caused the window to close. The third time, you kept getting interrupted by phone calls from work so you just gave up. But now? Now you don’t think you should sell it at all.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” You buckle your seatbelt before looking at Emily.

“Yeah, what’s up?” She pulls away from the curb, the engine rumbling as she made her way to the highway.

“Why’d you get a Jeep?”

Emily grins. “What’s wrong with my Jeep?”

“Nothing! Just… it’s not what I would expect from someone who works for the FBI. I feel like you’d have something more, I don’t know, practical? Discrete?”

“How much more discrete could this be? It’s all black, even the rims!”

“Yeah, but I imagined you having like an SUV or something. All blacked out, reinforced, or bullet-proof, you know? Not a Jeep.”

“How do you know it’s not reinforced or bullet-proof?” Emily speeds up now that she’s on the highway. “Besides, if I ever had to, I could go off-road in this baby. Wanna see?” She jerks the steering wheel slightly, causing you to let out a yelp.

“Emily, don’t you dare! If we’re late to our reservation again–”

“Baby, on our Friday night? I would never.”

You sigh, turning your computer off. You can try again tomorrow.

“Do you think I should do it, JJ?” You gaze out of her car window, recognizing her neighborhood. “Or is it too soon?”

JJ takes in a deep breath. “I– I think you should do it if you think you’re ready. And if you’re not, that’s okay too.”

“I should try though, shouldn’t I?” You begin to twist the ring on your finger, hesitant. “It hasn’t been that long but it feels like it’s been years. I feel like I’ve been living without her for so long now, but…”

“Y/N, if you want to try, you can. And if you change your mind, you can always cancel or leave. Whoever it is that you’re thinking of is hopefully a good person and can understand where you’re coming from.” JJ pulls into her driveway and turns her car off. “Look, it can be a group outing if you want. No expectations.”

You take in a deep breath, chin dropping to your chest. “My coworker. She’s been… very persistent. She knows but I can’t tell if she’s genuine or if she’s just trying to–”

“Get into your pants?”

You huff. “Yeah.”

JJ nods, getting out of the car. You follow her up through the front door, the sound of the TV on and the washing machine running.

“Then we do a group outing. You can see for yourself and we can tell you if anything feels off, okay? Or if you want, we can ask Penelope to do a quick check on her beforehand.”

“I’ll think about it, okay?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

JJ (7:51 PM): You sure you don’t want one of us to pick you up instead? You (7:53 PM): It’s a little too late to be asking me, JJ. She’s supposed to be here at 8. JJ (7:54 PM): And if she’s as understanding as she says she is, she wouldn’t mind.

You sigh, shaking your head. The windows light up from a car’s headlights and you make your way to the door.

As you lock the door behind you, your eyes find your coworker, Lucy, standing at the passenger door. As you approach, she opens the door.

“Hi.”

“Hello. You look beautiful.” She tilts her head. “Shall we?”

“Thank you. You, too.” You slide into her car and it feels all wrong. The height of the car, the way you fit in the seat, the windows, even the smell. You shake your head.

I have to try. I just want a good night out, whether that’s with Lucy or with my friends.

Letting out a breath, you try to relax in your seat as Lucy maneuvers her way through the city. Your eyes are playing tricks on you because you keep thinking that you see Jeeps in every parking lot you pass. You’re grateful when you arrive at the sports bar.

Once you’re settled in and made introductions, you find yourself sandwiched between Lucy and JJ in the booth. Thankfully JJ is on the inside, and you instinctively sit closer to her. It’s an easy night thanks to the group and you’re able to avoid any awkward conversations with Lucy because of them.

JJ leans in close, lowering her voice. “Doing okay?”

You nod, patting her thigh. “Yes, thank you.”

Lucy stands from the booth, shooting you a smile. “Would you like a refill?”

You didn’t even realize you had finished your drink. “Sure, yes, that’d be great. A whiskey sour, please?”

“You got it.” She makes her way to the bar, disappearing.

“Thoughts?” You murmur, fingers tracing the rim of your glass.

Penelope rests her chin in her palm. “She’s not bad, my sweet, but there’s no sparks if that’s what you’re asking. Something feels a little off too, but I can’t put my finger on it.”

“She’s nice, Y/N, just…” JJ pauses, trying to choose her words carefully. “It just doesn’t feel right yet.”

It’s 2AM and Lucy insisted on walking you up to your door. She’d gotten tickets for a concert and you figured you could try being with just her without a group.

“Thanks for inviting me tonight.” You rub the house key in your hand, trying to maintain a distance. Although her company is nice, you don’t think you could handle anything physical with her.

“Of course.” She pauses, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat. “I know it’s late but–”

“Actually, Lucy–”

“Ah.” She nods her head, taking a small step back. “Sorry, too forward? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. I know, so cliche, but it’s true. I thought I was ready to try again but I don’t think I am.” You try to smile, but it falls. “Everything feels so wrong right now. Not just you but just… every part of my life. I thought that if I put myself out there, it might be what I needed to get things going but, as you can see, it’s not working.”

“I figured.” Lucy pats your shoulder, giving you a small smile. “I didn’t think you’d say yes in the first place, but you did, so I think I ignored all the signs too. I’m really sorry, Y/N. If you ever want to talk, you can text or call me anytime, okay?”

“Okay. And I’m really sorry, Lucy.”

“Don’t apologize. I knew what I was doing, too. I’ll see you later.”

You turn away and let yourself in, leaning against the door. Your chest feels so heavy and you wonder how long you’ll continue to feel this way. All you want is for things to go back to the way they were.

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #also this is my first time posting on tumblr so sorry if the formatting is weird #still learning tbh #lol also not me writing this after stopping for like 4 years #:')#mine

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Rescue Mission at the Hard Deck

Summary: You’ve been eyeing a certain aviator at the Hard Deck for awhile... and according to friends, he’s been eyeing you right back, neither making the first move. That is... until his friends leave him hanging and in need of rescuing and you have to embark on a rescue mission... at the Hard Deck.

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Female Reader, appearances by the Dagger squad, Penny and some OC friends.

Warnings: None, Pure fluff. (Maybe slight mentions of anxiety/angsty feelings if you squint REALLY hard)

WC: 3,397

A/N: I Do not own Top Gun: Maverick characters. All OC’s/Reader characters are my own. I do not give permission to copy or translate my work onto any other platform of site. Reblogs are always welcome! As always, THANK YOU to @beyondthesefourwalls and @waywardodysseys for always being willing to bounce ideas around with me and being my biggest encouragers with writing! You both are AMAZING! :)

You were sitting with your friends off to the side and tucked slightly back from the pool table currently occupied by a group of regular aviators to the Hard Deck. It was a known hangout for Naval Aviators but your friends and you never let that deter your group. You’d stumbled upon the bar one of the first weekends after arriving at UCSD for grad school and had continued to come long after you’d graduated and started your career. Friday nights were Hard Deck nights. It was an unwritten rule among your friends. Lately, you’d come to look forward to Friday nights. Not only because you got to unwind after a long week of reading manuscripts and editing until you started to go crosseyed, or because you got to spend time with your friends… but because as of a few months ago, a new squadron of aviators had become regulars at the Hard Deck and one of them in particular had caught your eye. An incredibly tall, muscled flyboy with warm brown eyes, wavy sun kissed brown hair, a mustache that on anyone else would have looked stupid, and a penchant for Hawaiian shirts.

“So when do you plan on actually TALKING to him, Y/N?” Ashley asked. “You’ve been eyeing him since they showed up a few months ago, but haven’t made a move.”

“He’s been eyeing her right back,” Lia said laughing, “If it wasn’t so obnoxiously frustrating, it would be adorable.”

“Stop it.” You grumbled, “Nobody is eyeing anyone. Y’all are the obnoxious ones.”

“You, ma’am, are a liar!” Lia exclaimed, “And because you’re a liar, the next round is on you.”

“You both suck.” You grumbled, getting up to head to the bar.

You made your way through the crowd, pushing through people as needed to finally reach the bar.

“Hey, Kiddo” Penny greeted you, smiling, “Need another round?”

“Yup.” You replied, “Because my friends suck and conned me into this round.”

“How did you manage to let that happen?” She asked, preparing the drinks.

“I simply said that nobody was making eyes at anyone and got called a liar so had to buy drinks.” You complained.

“Sorry, Kiddo.” She laughed, “I’m with the girls on this one. You and Rooster have definitely been makin’ eyes at one another for weeks. I’m actually pretty sure there are bets on when and who will make a move first.”

“Are you serious?” You groaned, “Well, that’s embarrassing.

“My money’s on you, Kiddo.” She winked, sliding the drinks your way.

“You too?” You questioned, horrified. “Penny, as much as I love this place, I might need to find a new bar now.”

“You’d break my heart, Kiddo.” She said, then nodded in the direction of the piano, causing you to look over your shoulder to where Bradley was sitting down getting ready to play, “And his.”

“Y’all are the worst.” You said, gather the drinks. “Add these to my tab, please.”

You carefully carried the drinks back to your table to your friends, setting them down on the table. Your friends eyed you knowingly as you sipped your drink, watching Bradley entertain the crowd.

The following Friday night finds you once again at the Hard Deck. Your friends are running late though, so you’re sitting at the bar while you wait. It’s not overly crowded yet, but several aviators had found their way in after finishing up for the day. There were a few groups of civilians that had wandered in off the beach as well. Penny was serving drinks on the other side of the bar so you just sat and took in the crowd.

“You’re not normally at the bar.” An amused voice sounded next to you. “And you’re usually here with friends.”

Turning you see the only regular female in the group of aviators that hang out by the pool table.

“Could say the same about you” You laughed, “My friends are running late so I decided to hang out here while I wait.”

“I’m Natasha.” She said, smiling, sitting on the vacant stool next to you, “Or Phoenix, which is what the boneheads over there call me mostly.”

“I’m Y/n.” You offered, “You’re a very patient person to put up with all of that testosterone on the regular.”

“I’m used to it.” She shrugged, laughing, “They’re not so bad once you get them under control.”

“Like wrangling a bunch of puppies?” You asked, “Are they at least housebroken?”

“Oh my God, I love you!” She laughed, almost snorting her drink, “You wanna join us while you wait on your friends? I’m guessing it would make one of those puppies very happy.”

“And here I thought we were on the road to becoming friends, Natasha.” You said, rolling your eyes.

“Oh come on,” She replied, “He’s never gonna get off the perch and make the first move, the man’s notorious for that. He’ll die on that perch. Help him out. He’s not good at reading signals… even when you’re clearly into him. This game of cat and mouse will go on for literally…forever.”

“There is no game.” You said. “He’s hot. Really. Fucking. Hot. I’ve seen the girls that hit on him and that he actually flirts with and I am not them. He’s kinda outta my league, so while I will happily look, I’m gonna leave it at that.”

“You’ve got that absolutely backwards, my new friend.” She said, “The offer to join us is always open.”

With that she headed back to her squadron, leaving you at the bar to replay the interaction in your head long after your friends arrived and you were once more seated at your normal table.

It was a couple of Fridays later before you were able to make it to the Hard Deck again. You’d been buried at work under manuscripts, working insanely long hours, and had had to fly home the week before for a friend’s wedding that you had agreed to be a bridesmaids in. Needless to say, you were more than happy to be back with your friends in your normal routine at the bar.

“Well look who finally decided to join us again.” Penny teased when you finally made it to the bar, having to push your way through the crowded bar. “Missed seeing your smiling face.”

“It’s good to be back, Penny.” You smiled back, “I missed you too.”

“Where’ve ya been?” She asked, pouring your vodka soda. “Have had a couple of inquiries on that actually.”

“Work has been absolutely insane, and I had to fly home for a wedding.” You said. “It’s just been a busy couple of weeks. What’ve I missed?”

“Just a sad flyboy.” She replied, nodding her head towards the pool table. You rolled your eyes but looked over to the pool table, seeing the group unwinding as usual. The man in question didn’t appear to be as sad as she made him seem. He was actually surrounded by a couple of very attractive women, a smirk on his face.

“Oh yeah, real broken up by my lack of patronage at the Hard Deck.” You said dryly, rolling your eyes again Penny, when you’d turned back around. “Start a tab, please? I saw the girls at the table.”

“Sure.” She said, “It’d be worth a closer look too, Kiddo. It’s not always as it seems from afar.”

“I’ll take it under advisement.” You said, “I wouldn’t place any more bets though.”

You headed over to the table by your friends, setting your drink down and sliding up onto the chair.

“I have absolutely missed this.” You said, “No more skipping Fridays.”

“How was the wedding?” Ashley asked, “You haven’t really said much about it.”

“It was alright.” You said, “Just weird to be back around everyone from high school. Definitely sucked to be single and fielding the ‘so when will you be settling down and blah blah blah’ questions from everyone. And to make it even more wonderful I ran into my ex.”

“Ouch.” Lia said, “How did THAT go?”

“Not great.” You simply said, “I ended up kneeing him in the dick when he got too handsy with me after one too many cocktails.”

“Damn, I wish I’d have gone with you!” Ashley exclaimed, “I always hated that asshole.”

“I wanted to do a lot worse than kneeing him in the dick after the way he treated you.” Lia agreed.

“I love you both.” You smiled, “Karma took revenge though. He’s literally working a dead end job back home and the girl he cheated on me with turned around and cheated on HIM with his best friend.”

“Good. He deserved that and more.” They agreed.

“The female pilot that’s usually with that group… Phoenix?” Lia said, “She was asking about you last weekend, I guess Hawaiian Mustache was moping pretty badly because you were gone again.”

“Natasha.” You said, “We talked a bit the week you were both late. She’s great. She invited me to join them while I waited for you both.”

“And you didn’t because…?” Ashley asked.

“Ashley, look at the girls currently surrounding him.” You said, “Then look at me.”

She glanced over, taking in the women trying to shoot their shot with the aviator. Turning back to you, she leveled you with an honest look, “Y/N, sweetie, I am looking, and all I’m seeing is a man trying to be nice but who is desperately trying to get clear from unwanted advances. His body language is screaming he’s uninterested.” She explained, “Look over there and you will see the tense grip he’s got on the pool cue, the stance trying to turn his body away from them, looking anywhere but at them, smiling politely but it’s not reaching his eyes… Sweetie, that man is super uncomfortable.”

“Sad really, because he’s got all of his friends who are supposed to be his wingmen in the air but apparently they don’t protect him on the ground?” Lia added.

You looked over, taking in the situation with new eyes. Penny was right… the situation wasn’t always as it seemed when you got a closer look. Bradley was clearly uncomfortable and trying to make it known but his friends weren’t stepping in and the women weren’t taking a hint. You hated seeing anyone put in situations they weren’t comfortable in and you weren't going to leave him hanging….even if rescuing him would make you extremely uncomfortable.

“Ok, I can’t watch that anymore.” You said, “I’ll be right back…. Just … promise if this gets too awkward y’all will come rescue ME?”

“Absolutely.” Ashley promised, smiling.

“We’ve got you.” Lia said, “Wait, Y/N, you’re going the wrong way!”

“I need reinforcements.” You tossed over your shoulder, heading to the bar quickly. You pushed your way through people, not willing to waste time.

“What can I get you, Kiddo?” Penny asked, “Conned into another round?”

“Nope. I need a shot of something strong STAT.” You said, “And whatever Bradley’s drinking. I’m going on a rescue mission.”

“You got it, Kiddo.” She smiled, pouring you a shot of tequila and handing you a lime to chase it with. You took the shot, tossing it back and popping the lime into your mouth while she grabbed a beer from the fridge for Bradley. “Here you go. Mission is a go.”

“Oh my God, I might throw up.” You grumbled, “I don’t do this kinda stuff, Penny! What am I doing?”

“I’ll let you in on a secret, Kiddo.” Penny said leaning over the bar, “My money was always on you. I have all the confidence in the world in you.”

With that you turned, taking the bottle of beer for Bradley and hoping the tequila kicked in before you got to the pool table. You had to push through people once more but you were a girl on a mission, tunnel vision in full swing.

Much too soon for your liking, you found yourself at the pool table and for the first time face to face with the man you’d been eyeing from the safety of your table for months. Taking a deep breath and putting on a smile, you handed him the beer and slid your arms around him, plastering yourself to his side. Sweet Jesus nobody warned you the man was this ripped under his Hawaiian shirts. You could feel the muscles rippling under your fingers when you rested your palm over his abs.

“Sorry I’m late, Babe,I got stuck at work.” You smiled widely, looking up at him and hoping he caught on. A surprised but warm smile spread across his face as his own arm came up to wrap around you, pulling you in closely.

“You’re right on time, Sweetheart.” He replied, his smile growing, “Thanks for grabbing me a beer, but where’s your drink?”

“I downed that before leaving the bar.” You replied, honestly, “Will probably need another soon. And you two would be?” You asked, turning your attention to the women who’d been making Bradley uncomfortable.

“Who are YOU?” The blonde with way too much makeup and clearly fake boobs asked, looking you up and down.

“The girlfriend, but who I am doesn’t really matter. What DOES matter is the fact that neither one of you can read social cues.” You said. “Because obviously, he isn’t interested in either one of your fake tit, dog tag chasing asses.”

“Excuse me?” The other one piped up, jumping in.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You replied, “Now take your Bitch ass selves away from here and next time, when a guy is literally trying to move away from you, doesn't make eye contact, is gripping the pool cue to the point it’s almost breaking, and looks like he’d rather vomit than talk to you… chances are.. He’s just not that into you.”

“Alright ladies…” One of Bradley’s friends…Hangman you think… finally stepped in, “Time to leave.”

You took a small step back from Bradley, taking a gulp of fresh air into your lungs, the realization that you’d really done that sinking in. The women finally stomped off, to the applause from your friends sitting at the table.

“Thank you.” Bradley chuckled, reluctant to let the beautiful firecracker he’d had eye on and been longing to talk to for months go now that you were right there. You felt good in his arms, and he about fell in love on the spot the way you’d come to his defense. “I’m Bradley. Or Rooster.”

“I’m Y/N.” You replied. “You’re welcome. It was painful to watch, someone had to step in.”

“He’d have shaken them eventually” Hangman said, rejoining after chasing off the women.

“But should he have to?” You asked, turning your body to face down the rest of the group now. Might as well go all in at this point. “Y’all are supposed to be a squad right? Does protecting one another only apply while flying at stupid high speeds? You’d think if you were friends you’d have his back on the ground too and realize that those women were making him REALLY uncomfortable. Hell, MY friends picked up on it from three tables over and were ready to come in guns blazing.” You turned back to Bradley offering him a small smile, “I think you need new friends. Yours are broken. It was nice to finally meet you though, Bradley.”

Turning, you headed back towards your friends, but then beelined for the bar again, in need of another drink. You had a feeling at this rate you’d need to get a ride home with Ashley or Lia, or call an Uber if they couldn't drive either.

As you walked away to the bar, Bradley turned to look at his friends who all had looks of utter shock and disbelief on their faces. His heart bursting at your complete defense of him. Had Phoenix been there she’d have high-fived you. He couldn’t wait to call her and tell her what she’d missed. He turned back to watch you walk to the bar, a smile pulling at his lips. He was officially a goner. “I’m gonna marry that girl.” He said, turning to follow you to the bar.

“I see it went well.” Penny said as you got back to the bar.

“Vodka cranberry, please, heavy on the vodka.” You replied, plopping down onto a stool.

“You got it, Kiddo.” She laughed, pouring you the drink.

“If that’s your post game drink, what was your pregame?” Bradley asked, sliding up to the bar next to you.

“A shot of tequila.” You replied, peeking over at him. You were unsure what kind of ground you stood on now that’d you’d basically said his friends sucked. You weren’t wrong and you stood by it, but it left you very unsure.

“At least let me buy the post game celebratory drink.” He offered, flashing you a heart stopping smile, “You make a great wing woman, Sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” You said, feeling heat creep up into your face, “I’m sorry for calling your friends broken.”

“Don’t be.” He laughed, “You weren’t wrong. They do suck sometimes. In the air though, they really do have my back, I promise.”

“That’s good to know. I’d hate for them to leave you hanging when it’s really dangerous.” You said, “Although, those women looked pretty scary.”

“I’m really glad you came to rescue me.” He said, “Phoenix will probably never let me live it down… I’ve been trying to work up the nerve to come talk to you for a while.”

“Did you know there are apparently bets on how long it would take and which one of us would approach the other first?” You asked him.

“I did not know that.” He said, “But I can guess who started it, and you most likely already told him off once tonight.”

“Actually,” Jake said, approaching the bar cautiously, because honestly you kinda scared him, “I’ll have you know it was Trace that started the bet. So take it up with her. Also, Spitfire, you were right before. We let Rooster down as his friends and his wingmen. We’re sorry.”

“You don’t owe ME an apology.” You said, “I’m not the one you hung out to dry and let the vipers sink their claws into.”

“Damn, you really don’t hold back.” He laughed, “I think I like you… you scare me a little… but I like you.”

You simply stared at him, until he turned to Bradley, smiling and shaking his head.

“Rooster, man I’m sorry we didn’t intervene.” He said, “We were shitty friends and had we been in the air sure as shit wouldn’t have let that happen, shouldn’t have let it happen on the ground either.”

“Thanks, Hangman.” Bradley smiled, then looked over at you and winked. Satisfied you smiled and returned your attention to sipping your drink.

“So who won the bet?” Bradley asked.

“I dunno.” You replied, “I guess you’ll have to ask your friend Natasha. Penny told me she put her money on me though.”

“I say we find out who won and make them pay for our first date.” Bradley suggestd, looking at you hopefully.

“Is that your way of asking me out on a date?” You asked, looking up at him, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Seemed fitting.” He replied, “I mean after all you’re my girlfriend right? That’s what you told those women… We should probably have our first date, if you’re already my girlfriend. Besides, we’ll need a good first date story to tell the grandkids.”

“We jumped from a first date to grandkids?” You asked, laughing, “Let’s just start with the first date, see where it takes us.”

“I’ll take it.” He agreed, “Any chance you’re free tomorrow night? Figured we’ve waited long enough.”

“I am.” You replied, smiling. “I think we have too.”

“Here.” Penny said, sliding an envelope across the bar in between the two of you, smiling, “Phoenix organized the bet, but I was in charge of collecting bets. And… I told you my money was always on you, Kiddo. First date is on all of us.”

Bradley opened the envelope and counted the money inside, laughing as he set it back down.

“Sweetheart, we’re going to have one hell of a first date story for our grandkids one day.” He said.

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Sharp Words, Tender Heart [O.G.]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x GN Reader

Summary: You and Ominis get into an argument

A/N: Requested by Anon!

It had started out as a small disagreement over your constant adventures that end in scrapes and bruises, but it quickly escalated into a full-blown argument. You and Ominis had been bickering back and forth for what felt like hours, and you were both exhausted.

"I can't believe you would say something like that," you said, your voice shaking with anger.

"I can't believe you're being so stubborn," Ominis shot back, his tone biting.

You both went quiet for a moment, both of you realizing that things had gone too far. But before either of you could say anything else, Ominis's sharp tongue got the better of him.

"You know what? I'm sick of this," he said, his voice cold and distant. "I shouldn't have to keep worrying over someone who has no regard for their safety."

Those words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You tried to hold them back, but one slipped down your cheek and you choked back a sob. Before Ominis could say anything, you fled.

Once you calmed down a little you went to the Undercroft hoping to find Ominis. It wouldn't do you both any good to keep bickering.

"Hey," Ominis greeted you after hearing your footsteps enter the room, his voice cold and distant.

"Hi," you replied, trying to keep your own emotions in check. "Can we talk?"

"I don't know," he said, looking pointedly in the opposite direction. "Are you going to apologize?"

"For what?" you asked, feeling a surge of anger. "I haven't done anything wrong." "You know exactly what you did," Ominis said, his voice rising. "You're always putting yourself in danger and doing what you want, no matter how it affects me. You don't tell my anything!"

"That's not true," you protested.

"Maybe it's a bit of an exaggeration," Ominis conceded, "but that's not the point. The point is that you never consider my feelings. You just do whatever you want, and then expect me to be okay with knowing that anytime we're not together you're probably getting cornered by Ranrok's lot."

"I'm sorry if I hurt you," you said, feeling a pang of guilt. "But sometimes I feel like you're trying to control me. And I can't live like that."

"I'm not trying to control you," Ominis said, his voice softening. "I just want us to be on the same page. I want to be informed before you go off and do anything dangerous. Do you know how anxious I get whenever I don't hear from you and no one knows where you went? Just two days ago you ran off, no word to anyone and the next time I meet you, you're in the infirmary getting treated for dragon burns!"

"I understand that," you said, feeling a sense of relief that he was finally opening up to you. "And I promise to try and be more considerate in the future. But you also have to understand that I can't always keep you updated. Some things just happen.."

"I know," Ominis said, reaching for your lap to find your hand. "Just, stop constantly throwing yourself into so much unnecessary danger. At least bring someome with you."

You smiled and nodded, feeling a weight lifted off your shoulders. "I will, I'll try to be more open with you. But you need to stop worrying so much, I can handle myself."

"You're righting, I'm sorry if it came off as too controlling, I'll try to tone it down," Ominis said, using your hands to pull you into a hug. "I love you." He mumbled into your hair.

He pulled away from you, face unusally serious, "What I said earlier about being sick of this..I really didn't mean it. You're probably the single best thing that happened to me and I'm just scared."

"I love you, too and I know," you said smiling up at him before giving him a quick peck on the lips, feeling grateful that everything got resolved. It might have taken awhile but you're glad you were both able to communicate your problems and reach an understanding.

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yandere-writer-momo · 9 months

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Yandere Baki Short Stories:

Promise (Final Part)

Yandere Kiyosumi Katou x Manipulative Afab Reader x Yandere Katsumi Orochi

Part 1

This is my first time at a plot twist attempt and writing a manipulative protagonist so please enjoy!

Minors Do Not Interact!

Adult themes, yandere behavior, panty thief, and unhealthy relationship dynamics

4.2k words

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Katsumi stood outside (your name)‘s apartment, the young man smiled at how homey it appeared from the window. He hasn’t been here in so long… the last time was almost three months ago when he walked her home.

Katsumi knocked on the door, his palms began to sweat in anticipation. Would she jump into his arms once she saw him? Maybe she’d even cry a bit?

Katsumi felt his heart race when he heard her voice. It’s been awhile since he’s heard it… he missed it.

“Hello?” (Your name) hesitantly cracked open the door, her eyes still filled with sleep. “Who is it-“

(Your name) was surprised to see it was Katsumi who stood outside her door and not Katou… what was he doing here? She granted his wish so she wasn’t sure what he could want…

“Ah… (nickname), it’s been a long time.” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. (Nickname)? Katsumi hadn’t called her by her childhood nickname in over a year… he must want something from her. But what?

“Can I help you, mister Orochi?” (Your name) softly asked, she cast her gaze to the floor to study the tile. If she would have looked up, then maybe she’d see the shocked expression on Katsumi’s face. Mister Orochi? It was Katsumi… or Katsu… why was she being like this? Was it because he didn’t give her any attention? Not to worry. He’d give her plenty now that he was here.

“I haven’t seen you in awhile so I was worried.” Katsumi gave her a smile but she still didn’t look up at him. Katsumi frowned. He was here to see her, shouldn’t she pull him into a hug? “I actually came to ask you about something…”

(Your name) sighed. She was correct how he wanted something. She moved her head up to look at him, her eyes took in his appearance more. Katsumi’s usually clean shaven face was scruffy and his hair was messy… and he had some bags under his eyes. What was going on with him?

“Are you… are you running around with Katou?” Katsumi softly asks, his eyes glanced down at his hands. He wanted to hold her hands in his so badly… he wanted to touch her. Katsumi truly missed her over these last few weeks but being always from her showed him that he did care about her.

(Your name) pursed her lip in confusion. Why did Katsumi care who she ran around with? It’s not like Katsumi was her boyfriend or anything… she was allowed to have guy friends. So she softly replied, “Yes. I run around with Katou.”

Katsumi felt his heart sink down to his stomach and digest in the acid. So what Katou said was true… (your name) and him were dating… Katsumi could feel himself turn green with envy.

(Your name) tilted her head at Katsumi’s reaction. Was he okay? He was out of character…

“He’s an alcoholic and he used to be a yakuza.” Katsumi muttered, his fists clenched in a fit of jealousy. She was his. (Your name) was his. Not Katou’s. “And he also has a past-“

(Your name) put her hand up to silence Katsumi. What did it matter to him on what she did with her life? Katsumi had wished for her to leave him alone and she did. What more could he possibly want for her? Or was this one of those cases when a guy didn’t want the girl but didn’t want anyone else to have her? Weirdo.

“Please give it a rest, Katsumi. It’s getting late.” (Your name) sighed and rubbed her temple. She now had a headache. “I know you didn’t want me around anymore…”

Katsumi went as cold as ice. His eyes wide at her words. How did she… she must have heard him talk with Suedou… is that why he hasn’t seen her around? He hadn’t completely meant that. He just wanted to set an example to the others that a girlfriend shouldn’t interfere with martial arts training. Katsumi now realized the consequences of his words.

“I didn’t mean it-“ (your name) shook her head and gave Katsumi a soft smile.

“It was just a silly childhood promise.” Her laugh was empty and hollow. It filled his body with guilt. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. “It was childish for me to hold onto something I never had in the first place-“

“That’s not true!” Katsumi put his foot in the door to prevent her from shutting it. He didn’t want her to shut him out from her life. “I was the one who was childish. (Your name), the truth is that I do care about you. Here, look!”

Katsumi fumbled in his pocket for his keychain, the karateka held up the little wooden tiger charm for her to see. His eyes filled with hope when she looked at the little charm.

“We can start over… maybe? I can make more time for you?” Katsumi softly asked with a smile. “What do you say?”

(Your name) felt her old feelings for Katsumi stir a bit which made her conflicted overall. She didn’t know… she wasn’t sure…

“I… I need time to think.” Katsumi nodded his head. A maybe was better than a no. He’d take it even though it wasn’t the answer he wanted.

“Okay… sleep tight, (your name).” Katsumi shoved his hands in his pockets. His fists still clenched as his feet kicked at the ground. He needed to keep his composure.

“Good bye, Katsumi.” (Your name) then shut the door on his face with a bright smile. The click of the door drew Katsumi back down to reality. He needed to leave.

Katsumi climbed down the steps to her apartment and onto the street. The events that just happened replayed in his mind on constant rewind. He messed up… he messed up badly.

Katsumi kicked the nearest trash can. The metal bin flew across the street and spilled its contents all over the road. How could he be so stupid and ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to him?

Katsumi felt his breathing go ragged. His eyes wild on anger. This was Katou’s fault... Yes. It was all Katou’s fault. If Katou never came into the picture then (your name) would still be Katsumi’s.

Katsumi was going to make him suffer… all the karatekas were going to have a hell of a time at the dojo…

Katou hissed in pain when (your name) rubbed antiseptic on his raw knuckles. Katou sat on the toilet seat while (your name) sat on the edge of her tub.

Katsumi had been working the karatekas harder than ever over the last week like they were punching bags. It was ridiculous. Especially since he would single Katou out the most.

“Sorry… your knuckles are practically ground beef at this point.” (Your name) apologized, her eyes full of sympathy. She couldn’t believe Katsumi would treat his students like this… he had always been a great teacher.

“If there’s no pain, there’s no gain.” Katou made an attempt at a joke but only received a concerned look from (your name). The man quickly deflated like a balloon. “He’s just been so weird lately. He looks like a mad man…”

(Your name) bit her lip. She hadn’t told Katou about Katsumi’s visit earlier this week. She had noticed something off about Katsumi but she wasn’t sure what it was…

“Katou? I’ll have a talk with him. Maybe that will cool things down?” (Your name) softly asked Katou, the man frowned. He didn’t want her to be around Katsumi. The karate prodigy didn’t seem mentally sound at the moment and he didn’t want (your name) to get hurt in the crossfire.

“You don’t have to do that-“ Katou froze when her lips briefly touched the top of his head. His whole face erupted into a bright cherry blush until he remembered that he told her friends kiss each other to show affection… couldn’t they just date already? This was killing him.

“I care about you, Katou.” (Your name) gave Katou a bright smile. She meant it, she truly cared for her friend. She briefly placed a hand on his cheek and said, “I just want you to me happy.”

She rose up from the ledge of the tub to put the antiseptic away in the bathroom cabinet. Her shirt rode up in such a delicious way, the smooth skin of her stomach now visible to Katou’s lustful eyes. Katou took the time to admire her curves, his pants tightened a bit at the crotch. His hands gripped his pants in an attempt to ground himself before his desires went rampant.

Katou just wanted to grab her by her waist so he could pull her down onto his lap. So he could run his lips up and down her dainty throat and grind himself-

“Are you hungry?” (Your name) turned to Katou with a smile, which brought him back down to reality. The man turned his head to the side to hide his blush. Hopefully he wasn’t caught being a pervert…

“I am actually…”

“Then I can make you your favorite then.” (Your name) started to make her way to the door, Katou became more flustered at the sight of her teasing grin. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.”

(Your name) left the bathroom, Katou sat dumbfounded on his spot on the toilet seat. He had dreamed of this domestic life but he didn’t think it was so close in his grasp… she was going to be his.

Katou rose up from his spot after a few minutes and went to leave the bathroom but then an undergarment caught his eye. The white, lacy panty hung off the side of the laundry basket, like she was in a hurry to put away all her dirty clothes… but this was an opportunity to him.

Katou’s fingers lightly touched the edges of the flimsy material, a shudder ran down his spine. He shouldn’t… it was wrong… but at the same time, could she have hoped he’d see the garment? It wasn’t shoved into the basket and under the lid like the other garments so maybe she wanted him to have it? Yes. It was a gift for him.

Katou balled the white panty in his hand and shoved it into his pocket. He’d savor this treasure later once he was in the privacy of his home. For now, he’d indulge himself in (your name)‘s delicious cooking.

After all, she was his girlfriend.

“Katou?” (Your name) sat with Katou at her dining room table, the man looked up at her while he feasted on the meal she made. Noodles hung out of his mouth and spilled a bit of broth back into the bowl. The man quickly slurped them up before he gave her a hum of acknowledgment. “I’ll talk to Katsumi tomorrow.”

Katou frowned and swallowed the bite. The man reached forward and took her hand in his. “You don’t have to fight my battles for me.”

“I’m not, silly. I don’t stand a chance fighting.” Katou snorted. Her cluelessness was endearing but it also was a double edged sword… since he used it to take advantage of her. But Katou reassured himself it was to get her used to him so she’d accept his confession once he asked her out.

“I’m serious. You don’t have to deal with him, I’m a tough guy.” Katou flexed his bicep which caused her to giggle, the man puffed out his chest in pride.

“Okay. Okay. I won’t. But if he keeps bullying you and the others I will.” (Your name) pointed a finger at Katou who merely laughed. A bright smile on his face.

“Whatever you want to do, princess.”

When Katou was finally in the privacy of his own home, he fished out his prize from his pocket. His hands shook as he held up the lacy white panties in awe.

A part of him was sickened with himself while the other part was thrilled. Was he like this because he’s never been touched by anyone before or was it because it was her? Katou wasn’t sure. Either way, he knew this was wrong… but this wasn’t the first time he has taken something of hers.

Katou brought the soiled garment up to his nose and inhaled. His eyes rolled back from the musky yet feminine scent. His toes curled while his body shook in delight, a shudder escaped his lips.

This was better than anything he’s collected so far… Katou made his way towards his bed, his hand pulled out a shoebox. The man opened it to reveal various miscellaneous items he had collected over the last two months.

A hair clip, an old tooth brush, several chapsticks, a spoon, and even a sock. Things he knew she wouldn’t miss but they meant the world to him.

Katou set the garments in with the rest of his collection before he decided he should seal it in a plastic bag. He didn’t want the scent to fade…

Katou made his way to kitchen. His stomach twisted when guilt began to creep in. He was such a freak. What would she do if she discovered his grotesque feelings for her? Would she hate him? Would she reject him?

A part of him would be devastated but there was another more twisted part of him that reveled in it. He wanted her to call him disgusting. He wanted her to degrade him. He wanted her to step on him.

Katou shook his head and grabbed a ziplock bag. He needed to stop. He couldn’t keep letting his mind wander to dark places.

Because his manhood could only take so much of a beating…

Katsumi slammed his fist over and over into the punching bag. It’s been over two weeks since he spoke to her and (your name) still hasn’t come to the dojo. He felt as if he was driven insane. She haunted his dreams now. Her presence lingered everywhere and nowhere at once. It confused him.

Her association with Katou upset him. Couldn’t she see Katou was a freak? Katou constantly used her chapstick on his lips and Katsumi knew it was hers. (Your name) only ever wore that specific brand and Katou hardly took care of himself. It made Katsumi sick…

Katsumi punched the bag a few more times in anger. He was glad his peers weren’t here to see him like this. He was a mess.

Katsumi sent all the karatekas home early just so he could have his alone time but it didn’t help. Nothing soothed him but (your name)…

Katsumi glanced at his bruised knuckles in sadness. Where was she? He wanted her to be here…

“Katsumi?” Katsumi froze in place, the man slowly turned around to see (your name). The young woman clutched a lunchbox in her hand, Katsumi’s heart fluttered at the sight. Had she finally come to her senses and returned to his side where she belonged? It didn’t matter, she was finally here.

Katsumi was quick to rush over to her, his arms wrapped around her in a tight hug. The young man buried his nose into her hair and deeply inhaled her sweet vanilla scent. He missed her so much… it’s been hell without her.

Katsumi held her one too many moments longer than what was comfortable. (Your name) gave his chest a light push) for space, the karateka slowly pulled away with a soft smile.

“It’s so nice to see you.” Katsumi whispered, his hands on her shoulders as he took her in. She wore such a cute dress today… did she want to look good for him? He appreciated it. “I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

(Your name) scrunched up her face in confusion. Katsumi was being strange again… he was touchier than normal… scratch that. He was being touchy. He’s never gone out of his way to initiate physical contact with her since they were children…

She could feel his sweat seep a bit into her clothes, his musky scent consumed her whole like a tidal wave. The slightest hint of oranges and clean linen hit her nose. It didn’t comfort like it once did… it felt foreign to her.

“It’s only been a few weeks-“

“It felt longer.” Katsumi interrupted her mid sentence, his grip tightened on her shoulders to a grievous degree. It was almost as if he just tried to mold into her skin like a second attachment. Not to mention how disturbed she felt in her soul from the look in his eyes… she was afraid.

(Your name) shook herself free from his hold, the young woman put distance between the two of them. As much as she wanted to run the other way, she came here to talk to him. Katsumi needed to have sense knocked back into him, he was going to run all of his students out if he didn’t go back to normal.

“Katsumi, I’m actually here to talk to you-“ Katsumi moved his hands from her shoulders to clasp her hands together in his. The calluses on his palms were rough against her smooth skin and slightly sweaty from training. His large hands engulfed her much smaller ones while he’s dark eyes were solely focused on her.

“Yes? You can talk to me anytime.” Katsumi whispered with a childish excitement. His heart fluttered in his chest with hope. Hope that she came to her senses and was ready to be with him. Katsumi wasn’t sure if he could be without her company any longer. “What did you want to talk about? We can sit and talk if you’d like?”

She couldn’t even get a word in before Katsumi dragged her by the hand to a bench, the same one she left the tiger charm on all that time ago. The young man sat down and pulled her to his side, his right arm slung over her shoulder.

(Your name)’s eyes widened when Katsumi took the lunchbox out of her hands. A bright cherry blush on his cheeks. Hey! That wasn’t for him.

“I missed you so much… I’m really happy you finally came back to the dojo.” Katsumi set the box beside him and leaned towards her, his eyes half lidded. He knew she couldn’t stay away from him. She loved him… and now he knew that he loved her. So all she had to do was drop Katou.

“Katsumi. You’re being crazy. You’re being really harsh on your students-“ Katsumi pressed his lips to hers, he effectively silenced her complaints. His right hand grabbed the back of her head and angled her closer to him. His left hand moved to hold her hip in place. Katsumi’s eyes shut as he smiled into the kiss. This felt so right… he couldn’t believe he finally kissed her.

(Your name) sat horrified on the bench. What was he doing?! She pushed Katsumi’s chest to separate from him. The karateka surprised by her action. Didn’t she want this? Didn’t she want to be his girlfriend? Why did she reject him?

“What are you doing? I didn’t come here for…” (your name)’s eyes widened at the desperate look on Katsumi’s face. He looked just like a kicked puppy. “Katsumi…”

Katsumi pulled her into another sweaty hug, the young woman did her best to try to break free but he was inescapable. She was being hugged by a snake.

“You came back for me… you came here and brought me lunch. Just like you always have… you’re my girlfriend.” It was official. Katsumi Orochi fell off his rocker.

“Katsumi, I’m not-“ Katsumi simply pressed his lips all over her cheeks and head. He wasn’t going to listen to her. He was too caught up in his delusions to accept the truth… she had moved on.

“Please don’t leave ever again. I’ll never be mean to you again. I’ll walk you home everyday and I’ll make time for you.” Katsumi nuzzled his head into her shoulder. “I’ll marry you. Let’s get married!”

(Your name) was absolutely dumbfounded. Two months ago he wanted nothing to do with her and now Katsumi wanted to get married? Did someone hit him too hard in the head that he forgot he didn’t like her?

“Katsumi, I can’t marry you. I… I need to go.”

Katsumi just held her tighter like a boa constrictor. The man refused to budge. Katsumi wasn’t going to allow her to run from him anymore.

“Go where? You’re back. Stay… stay and I’ll be nicer to the guys again.” Katsumi began to use his brain. Maybe he should throw Katou into this… maybe she’d agree to be his then? “I won’t single out Katou anymore. Just stay with me.”

(Your name) shook her head. As much as she did care about Katou, she was not going to be in a relationship with a loon.

“Katsumi, I really must go. I’m sorry-“

The two turned when a slam echoed throughout the classroom. Katou stood in the doorway, his breathing ragged and his eyes wild. Did he run here?

“Katou?” Katou pulled Katsumi off of (your name) and stood between them. Katou glared up at Katsumi who looked shocked.

“What the hell are you doing?” Katou hissed at Katsumi. He was so lucky Suedou told him he thought he spotted (your name) come to the dojo. He’d have to thank his best friend later. “She said no-“

Katou stumbled back when Katsumi shoved him a bit. Katsumi turned his head to (your name).

“No she didn’t. She’s my girlfriend. Not yours-“

“Katsumi. You are being delusional. Snap out of it.” Katou tried to reason with his friend and teacher, only for his words to fall on deaf ears.

“(Your name)? Who do you choose? Me or Katou?”

“What?” (Your name) asked with a quirked brow. What did making a choice between them have to do with Katsumi and how he made her uncomfortable?

“Don’t. Just let her go-“

“Katou told everyone in the dojo that you two are dating.” Katsumi whispered, his eyes dark. “But I know that’s not true. You’d never date a freak like Katou.”

“Katou isn’t a freak-“ Katsumi smacked Katou’s pocket, two chapsticks flew out and rolled onto the floor in front of her feet. Wait… these were her two missing chapsticks… why did Katou have these?

“Are you sure? Seems to me he’s a little thief.” Katsumi chuckled at her betrayed expression. Yes… she realized Katou was a weird too.

“Katou?”

“I’m sorry. I… I’ve always wanted to kiss you but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Katou apologized, his hands shook in fear. He didn’t want her to leave. Katou didn’t want a life without her in it.

“Katou…” (your name) frowned. Now she was confused. She didn’t know what to do… “Katou. That’s weird-“

Katou fell to her knees and embraced her knees in a pathetic display. The man rested his head on her thighs as his body shook like a leaf.

“Please. Please don’t leave me.” Katou begged, his dark eyes glanced up at her in pure fear. “Please. I can’t live without you. You make me want to be a better person… I want to be with you.”

Katsumi clicked his tongue at the display in front of him. The karateka took (your name)’s hand on his.

“See? We’re both weird.” Katsumi rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. “So who will it be?”

(Your name) frowned. It was between two people who both believed they were with her… but the answer was obvious…

“Both of you.” (Your name) smiled at the two men. She knew if she chose one, they’d continue to chase her regardless so why not be with both?

She played dumb with Katou because she enjoyed how he thought he was in control. How he truly thought she was some clueless girl who had no idea of the world. But really she just enjoyed having a man wrapped around her finger for a change.

She purposely left that underwear out as a trap just to see if Katou was what she thought he was and he didn’t disappoint her. It was nice when someone was obsessed with her rather than the other way around.

Katsumi was just an added bonus. Never would she imagine her childhood crush also being obsessive. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity to live out her fantasies.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” (Your name) grinned, her hand pet Katou’s head like a dog. “Both. Of. You.”

She held out her arms to Katsumi. “Now come here. Don’t you want to be with me? We had promised to be together forever no matter what.”

(Your name) gave Katsumi a bright smile when he relented and hugged her while Katou stayed hugging her knees.

“The three of us can be happy, don’t you think?”

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e-dubbc11 · 3 months

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If you'd like to here's a wee request for your winter sleepover! ☃️

F!Reader, Frank, and Billy are friends but Bill knows damn well that you and Frank have been eyeing each other up for ages but neither has been bold enough to make a move. Maybe he intervenes and stages something cute or where they're forced to be together alone, and things get fluffy and sweet between them ☺️🥰

Stef! Thank you for sending in this ask! I’ve never really written for Frank as the object of the reader’s affection before but this was fun! I hope you like it!

Bullseye

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Frank Castle x F! Reader; supporting character Billy Russo

Warnings: Swear words, mentions of a divorce and a miscarriage, mention of the death of Frank’s family (Billy was no part of it in this little au, I can’t write that, I just can’t), and fluff

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: You join your friends dart league. She thinks it will be good for you to get out of the house and also thinks someone new might catch your eye.

A/N: I guess you could say this is my first Frank fic. Just a little meet cute. I wasn’t sure who to tag for this one, I hope it’s ok I just put everyone from my Billy tag list on this one

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“What do I know about throwin’ darts?!” You asked with narrowed eyes and a slight scowl on your face, planting another dart near the bullseye.

“You know a lot more than you think you do, that’s for sure, y/n!” Jamie said. “I’ve never seen anyone that has picked it up like you have.”

Taking a sip of your beer, you replied, “Jamie, I’m just messin’ around, I don’t know shit about throwin’ them, let alone enough to be in the league with you.”

She took a sip from her glass.

“Come on! It’s just for fun anyway! I get a break from my husband and the kids for a few hours a week and you…” she paused, “You get a break from your couch.”

“HEY!” You said, slightly perturbed at her statement. Although she wasn’t wrong. You haven’t really been out much since your divorce.

After a couple of beers and a few casual rounds of darts, you agreed to join Jamie’s league. She had been wanting you to join and be on her team for awhile now. She also thought it would be the perfect way to get you out of the house and among the land of the living again.

The divorce was hard on you. After your miscarriage, your ex-husband withdrew from you and there was no coming back from it. The distance was too far and he thought it would be best if you just separated. HE thought it would be best…he didn’t care what you wanted.

But if he didn’t want to try and work through the pain and the hurt of it all, then you didn’t want to either. He found someone new right away and his new wife was ready to give birth any day now which is why you were out with Jamie, trying to drink your problems away…even if it was just for a little while.

“Ok, that was a little harsh. Your ex is a dickhead who abandoned you at your lowest point and I would do anything to see you genuinely happy again.” Said Jamie.

With a shy smile, you said, “I’d really like to be happy again too.”

**********

Your weekly outing of throwing darts was a lot more fun than you thought it would be. Plus, the scenery was great…Frank Castle and Billy Russo. Billy was traditionally handsome, deep brown eyes, well-groomed beard, nice clothes, and a sexy voice. But Frank…there was just something about him that drew you in.

He wasn’t traditionally handsome like Billy but Frank just had something that had you stealing glances when he wasn’t looking. The deep gruff tone to his voice was incredibly sexy; you could tell his nose had been broken on more than one occasion but that just made him more attractive to you.

Jamie let him teach you the rules and regulations of the game. She knew he would have to get close, possibly put his hands on you to show you some things. She kind of had a feeling you might be into Frank.

“Is THIS why you wanted me to join?!” You whispered yelled into her ear.

Jamie’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Whaaaat? Nothing wrong with a little handsome scenery. If I wasn’t married, I’d ride Billy like a rented mule but I thought Frank seemed more like your type.” She said.

Looking over at Frank and Billy talking, you bit back a smile and turned back to talk to Jamie. “Frank is very handsome and he’s very sweet. He has sadness in his eyes though.”

After you said that, Jamie went on to tell you that Frank had a family. He had a wife and two kids. Billy had told her what happened to them, helped Frank get even for what those assholes did but it’s not like it brings them back.

That story broke you. To have your whole family taken from you and there was nothing you could do to stop it sounded excruciating. You had lost a baby but nothing like what Frank had been through.

Billy and Frank were still talking.

“Frankie…” Said Billy.

Frank, continuing to practice, replied, “Yeah…what is it, Bill?”

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say that y/n has a little bit of a crush on you.” Billy said with a wide Cheshire cat smile.

Frank took a glance over his shoulder at you.

“Ya think so huh? Well you would notice that, right Bill?” Said Frank. “She is beautiful but her eyes are sad. Wonder what happened to her?”

Your first week of playing darts, you had a little too much beer and told Billy about your divorce, your miscarriage, and how your ex walked out on you. It probably wasn’t one of your finer moments but it was out there now and you couldn’t take it back.

Anger stretched across Frank’s face. “Fuckin’ scumbag.” He growled.

Billy had a serious tone to his voice. “Look Frankie, she's experienced loss too albeit a little different from yours…you should talk to her. Plus, she blushes every time you look at her.”

Frank stopped throwing darts, looked at Billy and replied, “A loss is a loss Bill, it hurts no matter what. Yeah, maybe I will talk to her.”

**********

You and Frank continued to dance around each other for another few weeks. They were filled with stolen glances and smiles. Frank did give you a few lessons on how to throw a little better.

You could feel his warm breath against the top of your ear, the way his shoulder touched yours when he would stand behind you, and the gravelly tone to his voice gave you goosebumps as he was giving you pointers.

“Good…line it up now, yeah? That’s it. Now remember, a short hard flick of the wrist and…let it go, sweetheart. That’s better, stable grip and not too tight. Attagirl.” He said with a smirk.

It wasn’t easy to get a smile out of Frank but it looked good on him. You, on the other hand, were elated after hitting three bullseyes in a row.

After taking a sip of beer, Frank asked, “You been divorced long? Sorry, I’m not exactly subtle. Bill mentioned it to me.”

“Yeah, I told Billy a lot that night, didn’t I.” You said, slightly embarrassed.

“Bill has a big mouth sometimes but he’s trying to help.” He said. “He’s tryin’ to play matchmaker is what he’s doin’.”

Heat rose to your cheeks, you felt butterflies in your stomach, and warmth stretched across your chest. You tried to cover your face a little so Frank couldn’t see you blushing.

Frank brought up your divorce but you decided against talking about his family; maybe you would just let him bring it up if he ever felt comfortable enough to.

Noticing it was a little too quiet in the bar, you took a sip from your glass and looked around. No one from your team was in sight, not Jamie, not Billy…nobody. You only saw members of the team you were supposed to be playing in a few minutes.

“Frank?” You asked.

“Yeah sweetheart?” Asked Frank, holding the dark and aiming it at the target.

“Where…where did everyone go?” You asked.

With narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow, Frank took a quick look around the bar, then took a look outside. Billy’s car was gone and so was Jamie’s. Frank stormed back inside and took out his phone as you tried to stifle a smile.

“I’ll kill him; he’s my ride home.” Said Frank.

Frank stepped away so you couldn’t really hear his conversation with Billy.

As Frank walked back to where you were standing, you asked, “What did he say? Where are they?”

Frank smirked, putting his phone back in his pocket, he replied, “Well, he said he’s not telling us where they went, that they forfeited the match, and we should relax, have a drink and get to know each other a little better. He’ll be back later to get me.”

“They forfeited!? I HATE losing! Jamie knows that I HATE to lose!” You said with clenched fists and through gnashed teeth.

“I hate to lose; Bill does too but he always said if it was for the greater good then it was ok.” Frank said in a low voice with a slight smile.

You smiled warmly at him. “You must be the greater good for him then.”

Frank inched closer, you could feel his warm breath against your eyelashes as he replied, “I guess I am. He’s a good friend.” Pointing at your glass and walking away from you, toward the bar, he asked, “You ready for a refill, sweetheart?”

For the first time in a long time, you had gone through a stretch of time without thinking about your ex-husband or feeling sorry for yourself.

Maybe you were finally ready to move on with your life and enjoy the little things in it like darts with friends and drinks with a handsome man with kind brown eyes.

“Oh…yes please. I am…very ready.” You said softly.

You were definitely excited for more nights like this.

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kairakeiji · 10 months

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when's that suna series coming back? i loved it so much i need more.

silent, sweet, stolen.

when suna thinks of his relationship with you, that’s all that comes to mind: stolen moments, quick interactions, a secret covertly kept from wandering eyes.

he knows why: his fans (despite only being a high schooler for crying out loud), your rival like nature to the masses (the supposed game), but it mostly still was due to your love for the thrill, the rush of hiding, the adrenaline of affection in secret. suna was mostly game for it too, he’d never turn down a chase or a thrill, especially when you were involved.

“i like them.”

well, that was at least until his best friend voiced out his crush for his partner.

“i like yn.”

“it’s about time you admit it,” osamu scoffs sitting down next to his brother.

“you knew?” atsumu laughs.

“of course i did,” osamu answers. “don’t think i don’t catch you staring at them.”

atsumu’s grin grows wider, almost as if he can’t control it. “yeah, and i think they-”

“are you gonna do anything about it?” suna cuts in.

the twins look at suna across the table, his poker face unknowingly beginning to show cracks.

“i mean,” atsumu laughs, “i might ask them out.”

“you will?” osamu’s eyes go wide.

“you might,” suna mumbles, the chopsticks between his fingers now seconds from snapping.

atsumu runs a hand through his hair, “i have no clue if i should. i mean, do you think they like me?”

“they might,” osamu mumbles. “they’ve turned down a lot of people in the past though.”

“they said they weren’t ready for a relationship,” suna adds. “remember that one time that kid from their math class?”

he remembers it well, the pride from you saying no, the way you both snuck up to the roof when no one was looking, the way you kissed him to reassure him before he-

suna blinks, he’s getting off track.

“but what if they are?” osamu tries. “and what if they’re ready for one with atsumu?” he jokes nudging his brother.

“you’re being oddly supportive,” atsumu mumbles.

“well they haven’t dated anyone in awhile, and neither have you,” osamu explains. “i see how you both interact, and besides, there’s no harm in trying.”

a grin appears on atsumu’s face, “you’re right. i think i’ll at least try.”

and suna’s stomach twists.

“try what?”

you stand over suna with a grin on your face as the boys turn to you.

“nothing,” atsumu quickly replies.

your eyes narrow, grin growing wider as you sit down next to suna, “what were you talking about?”

“nothing,” osamu waves off. “how was your class?”

“stupid,” you answer dully before turning to his twin, “what are you trying?”

there’s a slight blush on his face, “it’s really nothing, i’ll tell you later.”

“you better,” you grin.

and suna does a mental facepalm.

“after school then,” atsumu nods.

“sure,” you answer.

and his stomach twists even tighter.

“atsumu,” suna cuts in.

“what’s up?”

“i have something i need to tell you.”

and that gets the attention of the entire table.

“woah,” atsumu’s eyes widen slightly. “you’re never this serious.”

“is it important?” osamu questions.

and suna looks toward you.

“it is.”

your eyes widen as his eyes plead with you.

and you get his question instantly. “are you sure?” you whisper.

“i need to,” he almost begs. “you win, you won.”

“i win,” you mumble.

“you’ll continue to win until the very end if you please, i’ll give up for you any time,” suna confesses. “i just want this game to end.”

“rin,” you sigh.

“we’ll play a billion more,” he tells you, bringing a grin to your face. “just let me lose this one.”

and you nod, “okay,” before turning to the twins now with knit brows and tilted heads. “we have something to tell you.”

“what is it?” atsumu answers almost softly.

suna lets out a breath.

“we’re together.”

kairakeiji renaissance eraa: i'm still a bit rusty lol but i hope you all liked this hehe

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somanyratsinthewalls · 26 days

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Burning Hearts Chapter 16

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC

Summary: *SLOW BURNNNNNN* You were teleported across the globe in an instant, away from your crew. Your body was badly broken and beaten, thrust into the harsh landscape of a Northern island. You are discovered by the Heart Pirates and brought back to health. Startled upon waking up in a foreign place with an unfamiliar crew, you are shocked with the news that you’ll be spending two years there. Trafalgar Law, the captain of the Heart Pirates has made a promise to train you, but will it become something more than a mentor relationship?

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @nothing-but-brass @airwolf92

WC: 2400

Burning Hearts Chapter 16: Broken Trust

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The next morning, you were awoken gently by a sliver of light making its way past the dated lace curtains and the faintest chirping of songbirds outside the window. You flex and stretch a bit and feel the warm body behind you holding you close. You touch your lower stomach, nothing but smooth skin. Last night really did happen… all of it…

You turn around and nuzzle your face into the sparse chest hair that decorated Law’s tattooed sternum. Law hums, he must have already been awake for awhile.

“Good morning.” He says as he cards his hand through your hair.

“Good morning back.” You whisper as you pepper his bare chest with light kisses.

“T-that tickles…” His hand in your hair stills. You pull back to look at his face.

“Law… I really can’t thank you enough for last night… You have no idea what it means to me.” You smile and lean in and place a kiss on lips.

“You don’t have to thank me. I promised I would help you.” He states. You smile at him.

You lean forward and press more kisses to the column of Law’s throat, applying more pressure than before. His breathing hitches and his body freezes.

“Well…” You say in between your wet mouthing of his neck. “If you won’t let me say thank you, maybe there’s another way…” You slide your hand down his chest to cup his half hard bulge through his sweatpants.

Law grabs your wrist.

“No, it’s fine!” He says nervously as he pulls away from you and sits up in bed.

“Law, I-“ You didn’t know wether to apologize or reassure him that you wanted to pleasure him, but he cut you off before you got the chance.

“We should get back soon. I’m going to clean up and we can leave.” Law gets up from the bed and leaves you laying there, naked and alone, as he enters the en suite bathroom. You were confused and frankly a bit frustrated… but that wasn’t new to you about your feelings for Law. You sigh and hop out of bed to pack up your things.

— —

The trip back to the base was mostly silent, both of you clearly feeling awkward about the situation in bed this morning but nobody daring to broach the subject verbally. Once arriving back you quickly head to your room to drop of your things before heading straight next door to Ikkaku’s room.

You knock on the door.

“You bumping uglies in here or can I come in?” You holler from the hallway.

“Come in!” You hear your friend call from inside. You push the door open and you see Ikkaku and Penguin sitting on the floor playing cards.

“Beat it, Peng. I need to vent.” You make a motion with your thumb to the doorway.

“Oh shit. This doesn’t sound good.” Ikkaku’s smile drops as she sees your face.

“Aww come on I won’t tell anyone! Let me stay!” Penguin whines.

“No way, you even tell Shachi if you haven’t taken a dump all day, there’s no way you won’t spill these beans. You’re the king of oversharing.” You scowl and cross your arms.

“Fine.” Penguin sighs and rises to his feet and leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

“Soo…. Your romantic getaway not fairy tale quality?” Ikkaku inquires, patting the spot next to her on the floor for you to sit.

“Ugh that’s the thing! It really was! Until this morning…” You groan.

“Okay okay, back it up. Did you guys like… do it?” She raises an eyebrow.

“No!” You reply immediately, sounding almost irritated. “I mean we… more like he… well he gave me head and it was great but-“

“It was great? NO way. That makes sense because he asked Peng about it in the kitchen the other day and he was super weird about it… but I didn’t think much of it because he’s weird about like… everything? You know?”

“Wait he asked him how to eat pussy?” You say, wide eyed in shock.

“Apparently. I’m just shocked it was good. The first time Penguin went down on me it was like a dog trying to get the last bit out of a peanut butter jar…”

“Ew.” You furrow your brow in disgust at the mental image. “Ok but this morning I tried to reciprocate and he totally pushed me off. Freaked out about it. Now it’s weird between us. I don’t know what I did wrong.” You sigh and sit back on the palms of your hands.

“Maybe he needs more time. He’s a delicate guy, D. He barely allows himself any time to enjoy himself or anything at all, he probably isn’t used to the idea of someone wanting to make him feel good.” Ikkaku leans forward and grabs a bag of cheese puffs from somewhere under her bed. She cracks the bag open and offers it to you. You grab a few and shove them into your mouth.

“I mean it’s like? What man in his 20’s doesn’t want a handjob?” You complain through mouths of processed junk food.

“Apparently the kind of man that you’re into.” Ikkaku shrugs. “Ease him into it. Talk to him about it. He might be weird, but he probably just needs to trust you and he takes a long time to trust people. He’s been hurt a lot and you gotta just let him feel it out at his own pace.”

“Fine, I get that… but you have to admit it’s kind of giving mixed signals when he was face first inside of me just the night before!”

“Damn he was really going for it, huh? Well, maybe giving and receiving are on different planes for him! It wouldn’t kill you to have a conversation about it.” Ikkaku scolds you.

“I’m gonna give it a day. I think my brain needs a break from all this. Do you wanna smoke about it or something?” You say as you fish your metal case full of pre-rolled joints out of your pocket along with your lighter.

“Normally I would reprimand you about unhealthy coping mechanisms, but since you’re offering…”

— —

Alarms blared all through the base early the next morning. Law was of course already up and dressed, going over paperwork at his desk when they first went off. He immediately sprung up, grabbed his blade and headed out to see what the cause of the alarms.

“Captain!” Bepo shouted as he rounded the hallway corner. “Pirates! There’s a whole crew of pirates docking on the East shore of the island!” “Shit.” Law says as various Heart Pirates joined him and Bepo in the hallway. “I’ll go take care of it. You all stay here.”

“I’m coming too.” Daisy chimed in from behind Law.

“No you’re not.” Law state and put out his hand to stop her.

Blades in hand, she brushed past him towards the large metal door of the base.

“I wasn’t asking for permission.”

— —

Law quickly teleported himself through the forest towards the eastern shore as Daisy soared between the tree tops, careful to stay below the sky where she could be easily seen. Upon arriving at the beach, the pair found a surly crew of 50 or 60 pirates that had already disembarked their two ships.

A very large pirate with a scar across his face wearing a yellow hat stepped forwards, clearly the crew’s captain.

“You know this guy?” Daisy asked Law, her eyes not leaving the foreign pirate.

“Never seen him before in my life.” Law responds.

The captain speaks.

“So the rumors are true! Strawhat Pirate Rito Daisy, 60 million berries, hiding out with a warlord! Were you going to keep the money for yourself, Trafalgar? Or did you have something else in mind?” The pirate chuckled evilly.

“Who even are you?” Daisy ask, annoyed.

“I am the great feared captain-“

“You know what? I actually don’t care. You can all leave now alive or you can board your ship in body bags. Take your pick, dick head.” Daisy retorts.

“I’m not leaving without my 60 million berries, bitch.” The stranger spits back.

“Wrong choice.” Daisy unsheathes her blades and looks towards Law. “I guess we have to kill these guys, huh.”

“Guess so.” Law brandishes his own weapon. “Room.”

And with a single “room” the fight was on. Normally, two against fifty were unfair odds, but a mediocre pirate crew against two wildly powerful devil fruit users evened the playing field.

Law battled fiercely, taking out handfuls of enemy pirates at once, trying to reach the captain. He assumed Daisy was doing the same, he wasn’t worried, knowing that this was a perfect opportunity for her to use the skills he had been teaching her. It was time to sink or swim.

Law briefly looked over in her direction and was impressed with what he saw. Pirates were falling all around Daisy, skin burnt to a crisp, massive chunks taken out of their flesh by what seemed to be massive claws. He had only seen Daisy like this once before, but this time she was even more dragon than human, she was twice her size and her entire back half resembled that of a dangerous creature. Black scales glimmered in the sun from her back haunches to high up on her torso, a huge spiked tail swinging and knocking men to the backs.

Daisy reached the captain before Law did, dispatching him quickly with a fierce blow with her back claws to the chest.

Upon seeing their captain felled, the rest of the pirates stopped fighting. There were only a few dozen left, but they all dropped their weapons.

“W-we’ll leave! Please! We won’t tell anyone what happened! Please!” A bruised and bleeding man on his knees begged Law to spare their pathetic lives.

“Fine. Go. Don’t ever come back here-“ Law is interrupted by a massive snarl and a burst of flames engulfing the entirety of the rest of the enemy pirates, effectively barbecuing all of them.

“Daisy! Enough!” Law shouts at the large creature he knew just the night before as his lover and bedmate.

Daisy turns to Law after hearing his voice and steps towards him, nostrils flaring in quite a reptilian way. She continues advancing towards him, tail swishing angrily and smoke billowing from her nose and mouth. A guttural, clicking type growl comes from deep in her throat.

“Daisy…” Law warns as he slowly steps back.

Before Law could draw his blade in defense, Daisy let out a powerful roar and lunged forward. Her claws dug straight into his left arm and ripped his flesh.

“AH!” Law cries out and instinctively uses his full strength to lift the beast off of him and throw it to the ground. As the body tumbles away from him on the sand, the tail and claws vanish and the Daisy that Law knows returned to view. She was whimpering and writhing in pain, he hit her harder than he had meant to, but he had to protect himself.

He looked at his arm, it was bleeding profusely. Law made a quick room to suture the wound closed, but it wouldn’t hold for long. This was going to take much longer to repair, but he didn’t have time, he needed to see if Daisy was okay.

Law runs over to the curled up body. He grabs her shoulder and rolls her onto her back, eyes fluttering open, pupils now returned from their snakelike slits to the human ones he was so fond of catching glimpses of.

“Daisy? Where are you hurt?” Law does a once over but can’t find anything of note.

“Hurts…” Daisy manages to choke out before she coughs of an alarming amount of blood onto Law’s jacket.

— —

You wake up in the surgical room on the table, reminiscent of your first morning at the Heart Pirate base. This time however, you were not shackled to the operating table and you were certainly thankful for that.

You were however, confused. You had an ache in your abdomen and no recollection of how the fight ended.

“You’re up. How do you feel?”

Your head snaps in the direction of the familiar voice.

Law was seated on the office stool finishing up some sort of bandage on his left bicep. He looked tired.

“What happened? You’re hurt?” You sit up in concern, ignoring the sharp pain in your stomach.

“I’m fine. You had some internal bleeding but I fixed everything. You should be back to normal soon.” Law doesn’t look up from his work on his bandage.

“They did that to you?” You inquire.

There was a long silence, the only thing being heard was the buzzing of the fluorescent lights.

“Law?” You press further.

“It wasn’t them.” He stated plainly while refusing to face you.

It was silent again.

“What does that mean? Law? I don’t know what that means, did something happen?” The tone in your voice became frantic.

“You lost control Daisy. I’ll be fine. We just need to train more.” Law finally rises from the stool and walks towards your sitting form on the operating table.

“I… I hurt you…?” Your eyes fall to his bandaged arm. Your hands go to cover your open mouth. “I’m so sorry, Law…” You put one of your hands on his forearm as tears welled in your eyes. “I would never try to hurt you, you know that, right?”

“I know.” Law’s voice was still cold.

You sit up further and try to lean into Law’s chest.

“Law, please, I am so sorry.” You start to cry. “I’m so sorry…”

Law puts his hand on your cheek and forces you to look up at him. He uses his thumb to wipe the tears rolling down your soft skin.

“Enough. Use it to make you stronger. Get some rest for now. You can stay with me.” Law picks you up, as gently as he could with his injury, and carries you to his room.

*Author's Note: Hi! So so sorry for the long break, I was on vacation then I got the stomach flu lol. Next chapter should be up this week, too! Thank you for being patient! Feedback is always appreciated!*

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