#sophia x femreader

[sphvm]

heaven and back — sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: g!p sophia, dom!sophia, sub!reader, sophia’s a little (a lot) mean, spanking, dirty talk, degrading

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MEN AND MINORS DNI

"hey! there’s that girl i told you about!" dani spoke as she came up beside you. "sophia, the one everyone's talking about. all the girls are obsessed with her."

you tried to play it cool, shrugging off dani's excitement. "yeah, i’ve seen her." your heart raced seeing her, but you weren't about to let on. you prided yourself on being composed, not one to fall for the charms of someone like sophia — highly popular, and let's be honest, a fuckgirl. the reputation preceded her. she was known to leave a trail of broken hearts and lingering glances in her path.

"but she's only into girls, you know?" dani whispered. "i heard she was at that frat party last weekend, making out with two girls at once."

you tried to suppress the feeling that accompanied her words, covering your reaction with a laugh. "sounds like her," you said, "definitely not my type."

but inside, you knew you were lying.

the attraction was undeniable, a knot in the pit of your stomach that you were determined to ignore. whenever you saw her, you couldn’t help but stare at her piercing eyes, her long dark hair… her lips. you thought you had it all under control until the day she approached you.

it was a friday afternoon, and you were trying to enjoy a rare moment of solitude, hidden away in an almost empty library corner with a pile of notes for your upcoming exams. just as you turned a page, her voice pierced through your concentration.

"you know, pretending you're not into me is a bit exhausting." sophia leaned casually against the bookshelf, her eyebrows raised and a smug smile on her lips.

you shot her a glare, your cheeks flushing. "what are you talking about?" you said, struggling to sound nonchalant while your heart slammed against your ribcage.

sophia stepped closer, "you're always watching me from the side. it's cute, really. but i don't bite... unless you want me to."

feigning disinterest, you rolled your eyes. "i'm busy. studying, you know."

"well isn’t it time you take a little break?" she replied, a playful glint in her eye. before you could react, she grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the library, right in the middle of your protest.

"wait — sophia, where are we going?" you barely had time to catch your breath as she pulled you into an empty classroom, the door closing behind you with a soft click.

the room was dim, lit by a single window and dust swirling in the air. your heart was racing, both from the thrill of being alone with her and the sheer intensity of her gaze, which seemed to undress you.

sophia closed the space between you, her eyes locked onto yours, searching for something. then she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin. "you're playing a dangerous game, you know. every time you pretend to not like me, you just make me more curious."

before you could speak a response, her hands were on your waist, her lips were on yours, soft and insistent. there was no hesitation. it took you a second to reciprocate the kiss, but when you did, it felt like heaven.

when her lips finally parted from yours, you were left breathless, staring wide eyed at her. "what was that for?" you managed to ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

sophia grinned, a victorious sparkle in her eyes. "to show you what you've been missing out on."

she wrapped her arms around your waist again and pulled you closer, feeling the heat of her body against yours. she kissed you again, deeper this time. sophia’s lips were soft and full, and she tasted sweet. you ran your hands through her long hair as she forced your lips open, her tongue exploring your mouth.

sophia’s hands began to wander. she ran her fingers over your chest, making you shiver. she reached down and grabbed your ass, making you groan into her mouth, pulling you even closer to her, releasing it with a playful smack.

sophia's hands moved to your breasts again, cupping them and pinching your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. you moaned, your body responding to her touch. sophia broke the kiss, trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck.

sophia turned you around, pushing you against the desk, her body pressing against yours. you could feel her bulge pressing against your ass, and you couldn't help but grind against it, causing sophia to whine straight in your ear.

"bend that pretty ass over," she whispered, one hand pressing your shoulder down and the other tightening on your waist.

sophia reached down and pulled your skirt up, exposing your ass. she spanked you hard, leaving a red mark on your skin. “that’s for being a brat.” you moaned as she spanked you again, the pain mixing with pleasure.

sophia rubbed the red spots she just smacked before cupping your ass and reaching down, pulling your panties to the side, exposing your wet pussy. she spit on her fingers and rubbed them against your clit, making you moan even louder. “you’re soaked yn, you want me this bad? tsk, shoulda told me.” she teased.

sophia slid two fingers inside you, fucking you hard and fast. the squelching echoing through the silent room. she wrapped a hand in your hair and shoved your head against the desk, keeping her fast pace. you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, your body trembling with pleasure. “nobody fucks you like this right?” she asked, quickening her fingers. the only noise you made was a quiet whimper.

“tell me, yn.” her fingers slowed. “nobody fucks you like this, fucks you so good you can’t talk? hm?” you were dazed, your vision blurry.

“mm-mm…” you finally let out. “nobody f-fucks me like.. you do…” you moaned once her fingers picked up their pace again.

sophia pulled her fingers out, a loud whine escaping your throat, “fuckin’ whore… can’t be empty for more than two seconds can you?” suddenly you felt the tip of her cock prodding into you. in one thrust she filled you up completely. you cried out as she didn’t give you any time to adjust to her large size, just fucking you harder and harder, your body shaking with each thrust.

sophia reached around and grabbed your breasts, squeezing them roughly. she pinched your nipples, making you whine even louder.

sophia reached down and rubbed your clit, making you almost scream. "you like that, don't you?" she growled, her hips slapping against your ass. "you like it when I fuck you like the dirty little slut you are right?"

you could only nod, unable to form words when you could feel every ridge and vein of her cock sliding in and out of your core. your body was shaking with each thrust, which were getting sloppier as sophia started whining, grabbing at your hips from the back. you were both so, so close.

and then, sophia reached around your body again, with one final rub of your clit, you came hard, body shaking and tensing, your pussy clenching around sophia’s cock. “f-fuck don’t do that — you’re squeezing me!” sophia couldn't hold back any longer, and she came, filling you up and painting your walls white.

she collapsed on top of you, her now bare chest heaving on top of you as she slowly slipped her dick out of your sensitive pussy.

“told you i’d show you what you were missing.”

you scoffed, watching her zip up her pants as you straighten out your skirt. “ugh, fuck you sophia.”

“but you just did?”

[kkoga]

I was all over her , daniela avanzini x fem!reader / sophia laforteza x fem!reader

A valentine special with @ceeaann!!

Warning ! Foul words, harassment, mentions of drinking and also not proofread

Disclaimer ! Every person is not an accurate portrayal of themselves. Everything written here is pure fiction.

Synopsis ! You and Daniela's friendship hang on by a thread, after Daniela's crush, Aaron, had started courting you— even though you had never consented to it.

Now playing ! Friends by chase atlantic, I was all over her by salvie palth

A/N : Sorry about the vague ahh synopsis I genuinely cannot think of one rn so we gotta live w this

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WC — 7.05k

Daniela subconsciously tightens her jaw at the sight of you and Aaron together. The girl scoffs, and stuffs her books into her locker. Lara, her best friend, whistles at Daniela’s sudden burst of annoyance.

‘’Girl you good?’’ Lara says, a giggle accompanying her words. Daniela looks to her left, and sees Lara with a smug smile, also stuffing her books into her own locker.

‘’It’s just Y/n and Aaron again.. Ugh.’’

You were one of Daniela’s best friends, and you still are, but ever since Aaron, Daniela’s crush had started courting you, the Latina started drifting away, your friendship hanging by a string.

Daniela, who had told you about her crush on the boy, felt disappointed you allowed him to court you. But you were just too nice to stay mad at, too unimaginably sweet towards Daniela. So the Latina could do nothing but mope about her crush courting you.

‘’I mean, Y/n is nice but like.. I told her about it! I wanna stay mad but she’s so sickeningly sweet, I just couldn’t.’’ Lara indulges Daniela and while the two of them were only a couple meters away from you, they didn’t notice the uncomfort you tried your best not to show out of kindness.

There you were, getting pestered by Aaron for the nth time today. The boy hovered around you like some sort of annoying fly. You felt bad calling the boy that, but he just couldn’t take no as an answer for some reason.

‘’Come on Y/n. Please? Just to lunch this saturday, I pinky promise I won’t bother you for the next few days… unless of course, you want me to.’’ The 6’1 boy says as he offers you yet another rose. Good God, this was like what— the third time he’s tried this week? And it was fucking Tuesday.

‘’I already told you Aaron, I can’t. Can you please stop pressing?’’ You said as you closed your locker with a bang, and Aaron’s smug smile falters for a second, before strengthening itself.

‘’It’s fine. You’ll say yes soon.’’ The boy winks, and heads back to his friends. You wanted to roll your eyes, but your social status was at risk.

Aaron was the schools star quarterback, good looking, tall, and confident. He was every girls ‘’dream’’ guy. That however, didn’t affect you one bit. Because you already had somebody you liked, and this guy just wasn’t picking up on that.

You turned away from him, and noticed Daniela and Lara just a couple meters away from you. You took initiative to wave at the two, with a sweet smile on your face. Lara waves back at you with the same enthusiasm, but Daniela had this awkward vibe around her as she tried to return your gesture.

You turned away, saddened, but you knew why. Daniela told you she had a crush on Aaron a couple weeks ago. Ever since the brown haired boy had started bothering you, Daniela began to maintain distance. It hurt you. Did she really think so little of you?

Besides, she knew you liked someone else. Someone who definitely wasn’t Aaron. As you walked away, someone put their arm around you all of a sudden, and the scent of fresh citrus perfume notified you which one of your friends it was.

‘’Megan! You twat, I almost fell!’’ Megan rolls her eyes, telling you being overdramatic wasn’t a lifestyle. If someone paid you to pummel this girl right now, you would do it for free.

The ginger continued to ramble on about how her physics teacher was an asshole for making them do a paper on rocks. “Goddamn rocks Y/n! Can you imagine me reporting that? Oh yeah, rocks are hard and cool and bland.” To which you replied with,

“He probably meant minerals, Megan. Not straight up bland rocks you idiot. Were you even paying attention?” Megan looked at you with a blank expression. Good God there was not a single thought behind those eyes.

“You're probably right but I don't wanna give you the satisfaction so I'm gonna say you're wrong.” You sighed. Megan was like this every day, so you weren't even surprised anymore.

As the ginger continued ranting about her day— which was kind of crazy because its only been a couple of hours since school had started, and the fact that this girl could ramble about three classes was interesting. You wanted to study how her brain works.

Megan noticed you were too quiet— the sassy attitude you always had just wasn't there. So the ginger paused, and you knew she was silently signaling you that if you wanted to talk, she was listening. You sighed, beginning your rant.

“Aaron’s… all over me again. Daniela has been avoiding me more and more, and it's starting to piss me off. I never even allowed Aaron to court me, yet she's assuming I did! I've been trying to tell her, even saying it straight to her damn face. But for some reason she still thinks I said yes to Aaron in some way. Good God, after being friends for years, you think she'd notice I didn't like men!! Much more, that I like her!!!” Megan patted your back, knowing the whole Daniela situation had been disastrous for you.

Megan stops, and you continue walking. After a second or two, you notice the girl was a couple steps behind you, just frozen there.

“Megan? Why'd you stop—”

“I JUST HAD THE GREATEST IDEA IN HISTORY. Y/N L/N KISS ME RIGHT NOW!!” The ginger yelled, in the damn hallway. You looked around, embarrassed for the both of you. You hurried to her and slapped the back of her neck, reminding her to behave in public.

Other students in the hallway laughed, but most barely noticed, already used to Megan's antics. She was popular as a “class clown”, so it wasn't new to them at all.

You then told Megan to drop her “million dollar” idea. The girl snickered, and replied,

“What if… hear me out… you… move on!”

Oh my God is she asking— no, begging for a taste of school floor right now?

“Megan Meiyok Skiendiel.”

“No no, hear me out! At least try. If it doesn't work, it doesn't. If it does, it does! Try giving someone else a chance. I know like 10 people who'd be willing to be your carpet.” Megan said as she raised her hands in defense. You narrowed your eyes, and rolled them right after.

“Fine. I'll… consider it. And these people you're talking about better be women. I swear to God Megan, if you recommend men to me, I'll fucking kill you for real.” The ginger saluted, and the two of you continued walking to class, talking about whatever on the way.

It has been a week since you and Megan had that conversation in the middle of the school hallway. The girl said she's been thinking about who to send your way, and honestly? You were starting to open up to this idea. Maybe it would do you some good to at least try.

You were sitting on the cafeteria table alone, waiting for Megan and Yoonchae, the recent exchange student who Megan practically adopted, to arrive. Finally, the two were within view, but much to your very unfortunate luck, so was Aaron. Oh you could feel the gaze from behind you. You just knew Daniela was probably giving you dirty looks right now.

“Hey sweet pea!” The boy waves at you, and you physically cringed. Who the fuck calls their crush “sweet pea”?? Your friends looked behind them and saw that Aaron was also on his way to you.

As the two arrive at your table, so does Aaron. The brunet brought you chocolate milk, to which you say thank you. The boy responds by flirting with you yet again.

“You're welcome pretty.” The boy rushes off to his friends as soon as the interaction was over. And once he was out of earshot, you slid the chocolate milk to Megan. The ginger took it with a smile, thanking Aaron for being sweet yet stupid.

Daniela watched the whole interaction from a distance, mildly annoyed but also slightly confused. You didn't like chocolate milk, so why didn't Aaron know that? Good God, he should do his research.

“She likes strawberry milk, not chocolate milk…” The blonde whispers to herself, which Lara catches.

“How'd you know that?” Daniela looks up, meeting Lara's gaze.

“Because we've been friends for years? It's common knowledge once you get close to her.” Lara gives Daniela a suspicious look, and hums, letting the matter go. Lara hit Manon, the girl right next to her, with her elbow. Manon, annoyed, drew her attention away from her phone.

Manon silently asked, “What?!”, and Lara signaled to you and Daniela. Manon rolls her eyes, whispering,

“She'll figure it out soon enough.”

Back at your table, Megan was yapping about, you and Yoonchae stuck listening to this monster yap like her life depended on it.

Everything proceeded as it always did, when all of a sudden, Sophia Laforteza, one of Megan's friends, approaches your table.

“Room for one more?” Sophia said as she pointed at the seat next to you. You weren't sure if it was Sophia being friendly, or if she was someone Megan sent your way.

You glanced at Megan, and her small snicker gave you your answer. You thought about it for a moment.

Sophia Laforteza, the student body president. Kind, smart, and amazing in every way. Was she seriously into you? It seemed too good to be true.

Even if you hadn't moved on from Daniela yet, the girl's grip on your heart still as strong as ever, you were willing to try.

“Yeah, take a seat.” You said as you scooted a couple inches away. Sophia sends you a warm smile, and takes her seat.

“So, what were you guys talking about?” Megan answers before you could, telling Sophia it was about her recent math class with stupid groupmates. Yoonchae rolls her eyes, telling Sophia there was no set topic. Just whatever Megan thought of at the moment.

After a couple minutes of talking, Megan decides the food she bought today wasn't enough. The ginger said she'll be right back, and Yoonchae joins Megan, saying she wants more mango juice.

That left you all alone with Sophia. It was now or never.

“So.. Sophia.. did Megan really, uh— send you my way?” Awkward silence filled the air, and Sophia broke it with a sweet giggle.

“Yeah, she did.” You let out a soft and silent laugh as well, before pausing and looking at Sophia seriously.

“I don't know if you knew this, but i already like someone else and—”

“You wanted to move on, yes? I know Y/n, Megan told me. And I quite frankly don't care. I'll woo you in every way possible, so don't worry your pretty little head about it, yeah?” Pink was an understatement. You were probably as red as a cherry right now, especially because you didn't expect Sophia to be so flirty.

You pulled yourself together, reminding yourself its only been a few minutes since you’ve started talking.

“You’d have to try really hard then.’’ Sophia looked at you with a soft smile, staring at your eyes with a sense of longing.

“What made you think I wasn’t going to give it my all?’’ Okay, being flustered was totally not your thing. The two of you continued talking, a slight tension appearing every now and then. Until finally, Megan and Yoonchae arrived with more food and drinks.

Daniela, Lara, and Manon got up from their seats, already finished with their food. Daniela glances at your table, and sees you chatting away with Sophia. The Latina pays no mind to it, thinking it was just friendly interaction. But Lara, however, noticed. The Indian, always equipped with the best instincts when it comes to love, easily noticed the way Sophia looked at you, the way she seemingly gravitated towards you, and the way her overall body language basically screamed “I LIKE YOU!!’’.

You walked by Aaron, already prepared for the boys pestering. As if on cue, Aaron calls your name, and you reluctantly turn around.

“Y/n! Hey! Wait up!’’ The boy jogs towards you to catch up, and offers you a piece of paper. You look at him weird, until you realize it was his fucking number.

“Look.. I just very recently realized we’ve never exchanged numbers. Just hit me up, I’m free for you any day baby girl.’’ You laughed awkwardly, and tried to end the conversation, but Aaron kept pushing, telling you to just say yes to his date planned for Saturday.

Just as you were, once again, gonna turn the boy down, Sophia unexpectedly stepped in.

“Hey Y/n! Oh and… Aaron. Hi. Sorry, I have important matters to attend to with Y/n, can I take her away for a while?” Sophia had this stern and commanding stare, accompanied with a friendly smile.

Before Aaron could respond, you clung onto Sophia's side, and told Aaron you both should really get going. When the boy asked why, Sophia sternly responded it was “personal matters”.��

After a couple minutes of walking away from the boy, you let go of Sophia's hand, apologizing.

“Uh… sorry. And thank you.” Sophia told you it was nothing, and followed up with a question.

“It's fine, really. Also, if you're comfortable with it, why is he still bothering you? I heard rumours about you and him, saying you agreed to the courting. The interaction I just witnessed says otherwise. Mind telling me why?”

“I honestly don’t know why he keeps persisting. I very clearly said no, multiple times even. Guess he never really got the hint.’’ Sophia hummed,

“Just let me know if you need help. I’ll be your knight in shining armor.’’ The Filipina said with a light and joking tone, softening the once tense atmosphere.

“Oh, gladly. I can’t believe men like him actually exist.’’ You sighed, and shaked your head.

“Let’s change topics. Why’d you approach me?’’ Sophia shifts her gaze to the direction they were heading.

“I noticed you were uncomfortable. I didn’t have anything to tell you, just thought you needed some help.’’ You nodded, thankful for the girl's help.

“C’mon, I’ll walk you to class.’’ The girl said as she held her hand out. You took it with no hesitation, a smile appearing on both your faces.

It was currently 11pm. An ungodly time to be out and about, especially at some random person's party. You weren't exactly the party type, unless you of course, had some steam you needed to blow off.

But today wasn't that type of day. You had no problems to run from, no nothing. You were dragged by Megan and Yoonchae to attend this party hosted by— what was their name again? 

Jennifer. You were at a party hosted by a friend's friend's friend, Jennifer Huh.

In all honesty, if you could, you would have left this place ages ago. But you couldn't say no to Megan's puppy eyes, asking you to pretty please drive her home.

Now, you weren't exactly sure where the ginger was right now. She and Yoonchae had left you by yourself about an hour ago.

You were just sitting there, at the corner of Jennifer's house, looking lonely— like some sort of lost puppy.

All of a sudden, some random guys approached you.

“Hey, you lonely?” Said the one with a haircut rivaling the horridness of a bald cut. Honestly? You'd rather go bald than have… whatever haircut he had.

“Let's have some fun, miss.” Another guy said. You took one look at his horribly dyed hair. Was this supposed to be blonde? Or was he going for the dog pee color? You shifted uncomfortably in your seat.

From a distance, Daniela could be seen looking at you and the men with a frustrated glare. You seemed to be uncomfortable, so the Latina moved closer to the whole ordeal.

The third guy grabbed your hand, and you tried to pry him off you, your fight or flight instinct so close to applying itself to the situation. 

“Let me go—!” Daniela's eyes widened, and just as the Latina was about to run to your side, Sophia makes it there first. Like the night and shining armor she claimed to be.

“Hey, she told you to let go.” Just as the men were about to argue, they recognized her as the student body president, and didn't persist, leaving as soon as they realized.

Sophia looks at you with a worried look, carefully examining your body for any wounds or scratches.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” You nodded, tears threatening to fall. Daniela slows down, the girl letting go of a breath she didn't even know she was holding.

Sophia cupped your face, and tilts your face to the left and right. The Filipina sighs, relieved the men didn't do anything worse before she arrived.

Daniela looked at you and Sophia with a cold stare, and subconsciously strengthens her fist. She didn't know why she was so annoyed. Maybe it was because of those boys harassing you. Daniela walks away from you two, thinking you'd be fine because Sophia was there. But deep down, Daniela, in the back of her mind, had thought,

“You'd be safer with me.”

But the Latina pushed it down, thinking it was the booze getting to her.

Back with Sophia, you were so overstimulated. You just went through two hours of constant loud music with no one to talk to, and all of a sudden, you had gotten harassed. You wanted to go home so bad, and Sophia, ever the observant person, picked up on that.

The Filipina wiped a tear threatening to fall from your eyes, and spoke in a gentle tone.

“Hey, it's gonna be okay. Here,” Sophia extends a hand to you, “Take my hand, and I promise I'll take you away from all of this.” You mouthed a thank you, and gladly accepted her help.

Within minutes, Sophia got you out of that God forsaken party, and led you to a park nearby. The two of you sat on the swings, the silence of the night as comforting as it could get. Sophia understood you needed some time to yourself, but stayed. Knowing that sometimes, words weren't needed to comfort someone. Just her company alone should have some effect.

After a few minutes of calming down, you break the silence.

“... Thank you. I can't thank you enough.” You turn your head to face Sophia, but the Filipina, for some reason, had her eyebrows furrowed.

“Don't ever thank me for that. It was a normal way to handle things. I'm hurt you even thought you'd have to say thank you.” Sophia relaxes her eyebrows, a soft and slight frown neatly displayed on her pretty face.

“Still— thank you.” Sophia humms, acknowledging your gratitude.

The two of you just sat there, under the beautiful moonlit sky, peacefully swinging on the swings.

After what you thought to be a couple more minutes, you realized how late it had gotten. You hurriedly checked your phone, and saw a text message from Megan, saying,

“Hey girl so u kinda left me here so I'll js grab a lift from fine shyt 😛 and don't you worry I'll tell you ALLLLL about it tomorrow. Peace out xx” You sighed in relief.

“Hey.. Soph? It's getting late. We should get going now.” Sophia felt her breath hitch. You've never called her any sort of nickname before. And “Soph”? It hit right in the best way possible.

“Yeah, you're right. I'll… I'll get a taxi now. See you soon, Y/n.” The Filipina immediately stood up, and quickly opens her phone, hoping to mask how flustered she currently was.

As the Filipina was about to leave, you grab her arm,

“Or you could… hitch a ride with me?” You say as you pull your keys out, dangling them in front of Sophia's face.

“I can drive you home. It's the least I can do— especially after what you did today.” You noticed a slight tint of pink on Sophia's cheek, a slight smile finding its way to you.

“Yeah… that would be great.” Sophia reaches her hand out, and you take it, 

“Well then what are we waiting for?” You say as you lead the way. Sophia was thankful you were leading this time, unable to see the blushing mess she currently was. The sudden change in demeanor was a bit freaky, but she liked that about you. She was sure of that.

You were chilling on your bed at 10 am in the morning, when all of a sudden, a text from an unknown number had sent a notification on your phone. 

“Hey, is this Y/n?”

You furrowed your brows, who the hell was this? When all of a sudden, you remembered how you and Sophia had exchanged numbers last night, as you dropped her off at her home. You sent a reply, not too chalant, but not too nonchalant either.

“I’m assuming this is Sophia?’’ After a couple seconds, you get a reply back.

“Yes. I know it’s kinda shitty to do this on text, but are you free today?’’ You looked at the calendar hanging on your door. As far as you were concerned, the fact that you were currently still in bed, at 10 am in the morning, meant you were as free as a highschool student could possibly be.

“Yes.’’ You sent a follow up text,

“Are you taking me out on a date Laforteza?’’ It took a while, but your phone buzzed, indicating a reply.

“You caught me there, but yes, I’d very much love it if you’d be so kind to yk say yes?’’ You giggled at how dorky Sophia could be.

“12 at Angelina’s? Yk that new café down the street from school?’’ You looked at the clock. It was currently 10:12 am. You had enough time to prepare. So as you got up from bed, you sent Sophia a final text.

“Sure.’’

Sophia stood outside of the café, patiently waiting for you to show up. And as if on cue, she sees you approach her. Sophia felt the world stop.

There you were, walking towards her with a stupidly cute and soft smile on your face. You were wearing an oversized blue football jersey, exposing your left shoulder as it hung, your bra strap visible. You had baggy jeans on, white shoes accompanying them.

You were now only a foot away from Sophia. You were apologizing about being a bit late, but it fell on deaf ears. Your glasses. Sophia had never seen you wear glasses before, and oh God did she wish she had. You looked so… breathtaking.

“...ello? Hello, earth to Sophia? Are you upset about me being late?’’ Sophia shaked herself out of whatever homosexual trance she was in, and actually paid attention to you. She can’t believe such a simple outfit had her drooling like she was some dog.

But now that you had this slight pout on your face, genuinely worried if you had upset the raven haired girl, Sophia reminds herself why she was so enamoured in the first place. If the cuteness aggression she had towards dogs was strong, the cuteness aggression she had for you right now was definitely stronger.

“Uh… no no, it’s not that. You just look..’’ Sophia looks you up and down, “Amazing.’’ You blushed, telling her flattering words won’t get her anywhere.

“I beg to differ, because my flowery words have gotten me this date with you, hasn’t it?’’ You giggled,

“Whatever floats your boat Sophia.’’ Like clockwork, Sophia extends her hand for you, and you take it. The two of you enter the café, and spend the rest of the afternoon together.

You stood at the entrance of Disneyland. It's only been a couple minutes since your original meeting time has passed.

“Y/n!” You heard your name being yelled by Sophia, and turned around, wondering which direction the girl's voice came from.

And there she was, in all her glory, with a cute oversized red sweater that fit her in all the right ways, accompanied with some light oversized jeans.

You jogged towards her, and giggled at her choice of clothing.

“What's so funny?”

“A sweater? Sophia, it's the middle of the day in Los Angeles. You're gonna start sweating before we even enter a single attraction.”

“Wha— I can't choose what I look good in okay?!” You both entered the gates, a soft atmosphere surrounding you two.

After what seems to be hours, you and Sophia were now right in front of the roller coaster attraction. To say you were scared shitless of roller coasters was an understatement.

“I.. I don't know Soph. I can’t..” Sophia looked at you endearingly. The Filipina proceeded to speak to you with a soft tone.

“Hey, we don't have to if you don't want to. But… will you trust me on this?” Sophia extended her hand, with her stupid cute doe eyes. How could you say no?

So with a heavy heart, you took her hand, and stepped on the roller coaster. As the two of you strapped on, Sophia kept her fingers tangled with yours.

“Just hold on to my hand. If things get too scary, then squeeze them, okay? Don't worry, I'm here.” You nodded, as you mumbled small thank you.

Needless to say, you hated the ride. It was scary, dangerous, and overall not your thing. But maybe, just maybe— maybe it was worth it. Worth it to see Sophia smile like a little kid, giggling after you had gotten off the ride. A smile you couldn't help but return.

It's been about a month since you've been in a situationship with Sophia. Needless to say, you've been happier these past few weeks. But no matter how much Sophia was around you, Aaron, the dumb asshole he always was, still hasn't gotten the damn hint.

“Why are you playing so hard to get?” You were not in the mood for this. It was 8 am in the morning, and you had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

“Look,” You faced Aaron, as you held your math and science books in your hand. “I'm not in the mood, Aaron. Just leave me alone.”

Aaron let out what seemed to be a mocking laugh, and grabbed your hand as you tried to walk away.

You accepted your fate, too tired to actually give a fuck, when all of a sudden, two people appeared by your side, slapping Aaron's hand away.

Those two people were Sophia and Daniela.

Sophia you expected, given the Filipina has been doing so for the past few weeks you've known each other. But Daniela?

The Latina hasn't spoken to you in weeks, almost as if you've never known each other at all. It was quite funny really. But you somehow managed to pull through— all because Sophia had been distracting you from the hard truth.

Daniela stepped forward, pointing a finger at Aaron, rage written all over her face.

“Don’t you ever lay a hand on her. You fucking mutt. Learn your damn place.’’ As Daniela was confronting Aaron, Sophia checked your wrist, and noticed red marks left by Aaron’s tight grip on you. Oh she was livid.

Both Daniela and Sophia were seething from the way Aaron had just treated you, and you know… free will?

“Oh please, I wasn’t doing anything wrong! Your friend over there was just playing hard to get.’’

“Listen here you—’’ Before Daniela could finish her words, Sophia stepped in.

“Veronica. Kaylee. Rhianna.’’ You and Daniela looked at Sophia with a confused stare. What the hell did they have to do with this?

But for some apparent reason, Aaron looked like he wanted to shit his pants.

“You want me to list more names, Aaron Williams? I know more shit about you than your side hoes do. So get your shit together, and never approach Y/n ever again. One more action— one more stupid little spectacle, and I will make it my life's mission to get you kicked out of this damned school. Am I understood?’’ Silence filled the halls, and after a few measly seconds, Sophia spoke again.

“I said, Am I understood!’’

“Ah— yes! I'm s—sorry.’’ Aaron stumbles with his words, and leaves the scene as quickly as he could, scared shitless, not wanting to face the consequences of his actions.

You sighed, glad the whole ordeal was finally over. The two girls shifted their attention to you, worry visible on both faces.

Daniela slightly opens her mouth and closes it almost immediately, as if she had wanted to say something but held back. Sophia however, did not hold back.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you any more than that?” You reassured Sophia, but the Filipina couldn't stop worrying.

In the midst of it all, Daniela stood there, right next to you and Sophia. But for some reason, it felt as if she was watching from a distance— like she didn't belong there. You looked so happy, and the Latina felt her presence there was not wanted.

It was, after all, her who had started avoiding you for getting harassed by that man— albeit not knowing what he was really like, or that you had never consented to the “courting”.

If she could take it all back— she’d do so in a heartbeat. Daniela felt as though she was extending her stay, so after taking one more look at you, Sophia cupping your cheeks and you telling her you were really fine, the Latina quietly stepped back.

Daniela watches you from a distance, hanging out with Megan, Yoonchae, and Sophia. For some reason, Daniela felt so… weird.

The Latina stares at her hand— the one she used to slap Aaron’s hand away from yours. She doesn’t know why she’s been thinking about it so much. Aaron was straight up harassing you— her friend—so of course she stepped in! Even if she liked him! But for some odd reason, calling you just a friend hurt.

She tries to shake herself out of it, but her eyes land on you, currently getting spoon fed by none other than Sophia Laforteza. Your friends were cheering her on, looking at you two like you were the sweetest couple in the world.

Her stomach twisted. Daniela thought about all the times Aaron was around you— all the times she felt “jealous” of you being courted by Aaron. But now that she was watching you and Sophia, now that someone else had suddenly been too attentive towards everything you say— been too sweet for her liking, Daniela second guesses it all. Did she truly like Aaron? Yes. But was that uncomfortable, gut wrenching feeling of jealousy directed towards you?

Daniela took a few short breaths. It hit her like a train. She wasn’t jealous of you— she was jealous of Aaron.

The light in Daniela’s eyes disappears once she sees you look at Sophia in a certain way— like you were starting to fall for the Filipina. Daniela grits her teeth, a pained expression visible on her face. Lara, who was right next to the Latina, asked what was wrong.

“It’s nothing Lara.” Daniela’s reassurance made Lara worry even more. She never calls her Lara— only Lars or some other teasing nickname like “Dumbass” or “Bitch”. So Lara knew this was serious.

The next few weeks were devastating for Daniela. The sudden realization of her feelings for you was crushing enough— but the fact that Sophia was now openly courting you intensified her heartbreak.

On the other hand, things have been going well for Sophia. She’s finally able to pursue the person she’s been liking for the past few months— the only reason why she didn’t do so in the first place being the fact that you explicitly made it clear you were not interested in a relationship.

But after Megan Meiyok, your friend, approached her and let her know you were in the market— the Filipina jumped at the chance.

After you had told her about your feelings for someone, although she did not know who you liked so much, Sophia sympathized with you. She made it her mission to make you fall for her— to be the one you admire the most.

And with every date, every conversation, every time you had accepted her hand—trusted her— Sophia was sure she fell even more in love, if that was even possible. You were amazing, kind, reassuring, and the only person who had her heart. The past few months she’s spent with you were by far the best in her life. Your laugh, your smile, your stupid doe eyes— had her captivated.

Sophia wanted nothing more than for you to be hers— and for her to be yours.

It was currently the music festival, and you were with Megan. Megan, the hyper little bitch she was, had been running around trying stuff from different stalls. Just a couple minutes ago the girl had eaten food with peanuts in it, her peanut allergy kicking in.

“This has… what now?” Megan awkwardly laughed, looking at the food in her hands with an obvious bite on it, and the person selling.

“Peanuts girl— it’s got peanuts in it.” Your jaw dropped, and just as you were about to call school staff, or maybe even run around trying to find anyone with an epipen, Megan brushes it off.

“Oh its fine, I’ve got an epipen with me. I came prepared.” With a smug and confident smile, Megan takes another bite out of the cake. You had no idea how this girl was still alive.

It was in fact, not fine. Her peanut allergy kicked in almost immediately after the second bite, and Megan began scrambling for her epipen. She struggled, only to find it at the bottom of her bag. You swore you were going to kill her before her allergy gets to her first.

It was starting to get late, the sky turning into a familiar dark shade of blue. You and Megan walked around a bit more, and reached the middle of the festival. Here, everyone was gathered to watch what seems to be a performance of some sort.

“The festival is coming to an end, so we'll be finishing it off with a bang!” The singer says, and their drummer starts it off with a “1 2 3 4!”

All of a sudden they started playing what seemed to be Tokyo Ghetto. Their lead singer had started singing in Japanese, which was to be expected since he himself was supposedly Japanese. Some girls yelled his name, squealing. “Oh my god Ni-ki!!”

You were vibing with the music, until you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned around, a bit spooked, only to find Sophia looking at you with a gentle smile.

You returned her cheerfulness, and the two of you just stood there, admiring the music. In the middle of it all, fireworks had suddenly started popping, which scared you. You hated loud noises— especially if you didn't know they were going to happen.

Your breathing started getting faster— more erratic than you wanted it to be. You didn't notice how or why, but you were starting to get overstimulated. 

No, scratch that, you already were overstimulated. The fireworks were just what sealed the deal.

Sophia noticed your discomfort almost immediately. Sophia gently tilted your head to face her. You looked at her with a confused and tired face. The whole going around campus had you exhausted.

Sophia looked at you with a worried but gentle smile. She softly covered your ears, mouthing, “Let's go?” You nodded. Of course she came to your rescue once more. You shut your eyes, hoping to get away from all the noise.

Sophia quickly grabbed your hand, and dragged you away from the crowd. After a few minutes, you were both now in the parking area, far away from where all the ruckus was.

Sophia gently tapped your ears, and you slowly opened your eyes.

You were met with Sophia, looking absolutely ethereal. Even under the moonlit sky, her beauty was still visible— rivaling even the moon itself.

You calmed yourself down, feeling thanks to comforted Sophia's presence.

Sophia took a deep breath, and started speaking.

“I… I know this isn't the best time Y/n, but still. I just— I wanted to let you know. I know it's obvious that I like you, but…” You look at Sophia. It felt too early. You liked the girl, yes. She's been nothing but understanding and amazing— but.. but Daniela.

“I love you, Y/n L/n. I want you to know that I love you. Even through all my hectic schedules, sleepless nights, you've been the only thing I could look forward to. Day and Night I think about how lucky I am to have had the chance to even be your friend, much more this. I'll treat you as my world, if you promise to treat me as yours. So, Y/n L/n, will you take my hand, and accept my faulty but sincere confession?” Sophia reaches out her hand, hoping— praying you'd take it. 

But you hesitated. An image of Daniela suddenly appearing in your mind— her sweet smile, the very one you fell for all those years ago, flashing as a memory.

Sophia took one look at you, and knew your answer. You've never hesitated in taking her hand. So she knew. She knew your answer.

Sophia sighs, and puts her hand away. Just as you were about to say sorry, the Filipina cuts you off.

“Don't. It's not your fault. I don't want nor do I need your pity.” Despite the sadness written all over her face, a tear threatening to fall, Sophia shot you a reassuring smile.

“You still like her, don't you?”

With an ashamed nod, you bit your lip and mumbled a yes. Sophia raised your head to look at her straight in the eye.

“Hey, I'm gonna be fine. You know me Y/n. But if you're gonna reject me this way, all because you couldn't move on and still continue to mope over someone you haven't even confessed to, then I just feel mocked.” Sophia's face turned serious,

“So you better get with Daniela, or else I'll kick either you or her in the shin.” Sophia laughed it off, but the guilt was starting to overwhelm you. Sophia noticed you were now shaking, and noticed how cold it had gotten.

The Filipina swiftly takes off her varsity jacket, and places it around you. She pats the jacket down, just so it could fit you perfectly.

She reaches her hand out, and looks at you with a pained smile.

“Let's head back?” You hated how considerate she still was. How she ignored all the pain she felt when you had rejected her— all because she prioritized your feelings first. You nodded, and took her hand.

It's been a week since the music festival. Sophia was still kind to you— too kind. To the point where no one knew about what had happened, except Yoonchae and Megan until she told her other friends.

Sophia was still your friend, so she greeted you, Megan, and Yoonchae more often than not.

Daniela has been in and out of it lately. She's been wanting to confess to you the moment she realized her feelings, but she knew she had to mend your friendship first. So here she was, with Lara and Manon, currently seated at your table. She apologized to you a couple days back— but she knew she had to do more.

Daniela has been by your side for the last few days, hoping to make amends. You hated how easily she can just slip back into your life, how easily she could just barge back into your heart.

As the whole table chit and chattered, everyone in some sort of conversation, Daniela handed you a note, and mouthed,

“Open it later.” You nodded, wondering what it was about.

It was now math class. Well, before math class was about to start but that's besides the point. You grabbed Daniela's note from your pocket, and it read,

“Dismissal, 5pm, school gym.” You wondered what this was about, but you were going to go nonetheless. It's not like anything major was going to happen anyway.

“Hi.” Daniela said as she stood in front of you.

“Hi Dani. What's this for?” Daniela looked hesitant, but the Latina continued speaking.

“I… I know I apologized. But… still. I'm sorry about the whole Aaron thing.” You chuckled, and told her it was okay— that you didn't really mind. Even if you did.

“Look I—” Daniela sighs, “I recently realized. I was never…”

“You were never..?”

“I was never jealous of you. I was… I was jealous of Aaron.” Daniela says as she fidgets with her fingers.

“I know, this may be kinda shitty but… all this time, the only person I truly liked was you. I don't know how it slipped past me, but it did. I'm so sorry for the way I treated you, and everything else.” Your breath hitched. Was this seriously happening right now?

Normally, you'd say yes in a heartbeat. You've been waiting for this for so long— but Sophia's confession rang in your head. You remember her telling you to choose wisely. To make sure whoever you were going to be with was worth it.

After all Daniela had done, you weren't so sure anymore.

“I…”

“Just— a chance is all I need, Y/n. I won't mess this up. I promise.” You wanted to say yes, but you couldn't. 

“... I need time, Daniela. I know I said I forgave you but— it still hurt me nonetheless. Prove to me. Prove that you deserve to be the one to hold my hand, to be the one I call mine.” Daniela held your hand, and brought it to her chest. 

“Of course.”

[sofivison]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ fools gold — sophia laforteza

“I know the difference between what you say and how you feel

I know when it's real”

pairing ₊⊹ sophia laforteza x fem!reader

synopsis ₊⊹ two childhood best friends who fell for each other without knowing the complexities of love. you feel her pulling away and don’t know what to do, but you need her. you can’t lose her.

genre ₊⊹ angst, hurt no comfort

tags ₊⊹ not really gfs, unrequited love(?), sad ending

a/n ₊⊹ first post woohoooo hi guys!! starting off with a good angst (no happy ending sorry) my requests are very open so go fill up my inbox!

The first time Y/N realized she loved Sophia, they were twelve years old, lying on their backs in the grass, staring up at the stars. It was summer, and the heat still clung to the earth even though the sun had been gone for hours. Crickets hummed in the distance, the air thick with the scent of pine trees and turf.

Sophia pointed at the sky, tracing constellations with her finger. “That one looks like a dog,” she said, voice dreamy.

Y/N squinted. “It looks like a cat.”

Sophia huffed. “You just think everything looks like a cat.”

“That’s because cats are better than dogs.”

Sophia gasped, turning to look at her with exaggerated offense. “Take it back.”

Y/N grinned. “Never.”

Sophia tackled her then, their laughter ringing through the night as they rolled across the grass, wrestling until they were out of breath. When they collapsed again, Y/N turned her head to look at Sophia. Her cheeks were pink from the heat, her hair messy and full of little bits of grass. She was beautiful, even then.

Y/N didn’t have the words for what she felt at the time, but she knew, with a child’s certainty, that she wanted to be beside Sophia forever.

—

The beach was always their place.

Their parents took them every summer, and every summer, they raced to the shoreline the moment they arrived, kicking off their shoes and letting their feet sink into the sand. They built castles with moats deep enough to trap the tide, collected seashells in buckets, and dared each other to swim out farther than they were supposed to.

One year, when they were thirteen, a storm rolled in while they were playing in the water. It came fast, turning the sky dark and the waves rough. Their mothers called for them to come back, but before they did, Sophia grabbed Y/N’s hand and squeezed it tight.

“Don’t be scared,” she said. “I’ll hold on.”

And she did.

They ran back to shore, hand in hand, the wind whipping through their hair, the rain soaking their clothes. When they made it to safety, Sophia turned to Y/N with a wild grin. “That was fun.”

Y/N laughed, heart pounding. “You’re crazy.”

“You love it.”

Y/N did.

—

At fourteen, they camped in Sophia’s backyard, staying up all night whispering secrets under a sky full of stars. Y/N brought a flashlight, and Sophia stole her dad’s old radio, tuning it to some station playing love songs from decades before they were born.

Sophia curled against Y/N’s side, their arms brushing as she hummed along to the music.

“Do you think we’ll ever fall in love with people?” Sophia asked.

Y/N swallowed. “I think so.”

Sophia turned her head, her face close enough that Y/N could feel her breath. “What do you think it’ll be like?”

Y/N didn’t know how to answer without saying this. This closeness, this warmth, this feeling in her chest that made her stomach flutter and her head feel light.

Instead, she shrugged. “I guess we’ll find out.”

Sophia smiled like she already knew.

—

They had their first kiss when they were fifteen.

It was late, and they were in Y/N’s room, curled up under a blanket, watching some terrible movie they’d already forgotten the name of. Sophia turned to her suddenly, a look in her eyes that made Y/N’s breath catch.

“Can I?” Sophia asked, voice quiet.

Y/N nodded, and then Sophia cupped her face, and kissed her, soft and slow.

It was nothing like the movies. There were no fireworks, no dramatic music swelling in the background—just the warmth of Sophia’s lips, the steady beat of Y/N’s heart, and the knowledge that something between them had changed forever.

When they pulled away, neither of them said anything. They just looked at each other, eyes searching, waiting for something neither of them knew how to name.

Sophia smiled first, pressing her forehead against Y/N’s. “I love you.”

Y/N’s heart nearly stopped.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

They never talked about it after that.

—

The years passed, and they kept kissing. In secret, in quiet places, always just between them.

They said I love you more times than Y/N could count. In text messages, in hushed voices at sleepovers, in laughter after shared jokes. It became as natural as breathing.

But they never talked about what it meant.

And now, at twenty, Y/N was starting to think that Sophia had stopped meaning it.

It was in the little things—the way Sophia took longer to respond to messages, the way she pulled away first, the way her laughter didn’t sound quite the same anymore.

At first, Y/N told herself she was imagining it. That she was overthinking, being paranoid, reading too much into things.

Maybe I’m crazy.

But even a fool can tell the difference between pyrite and real gold.

And Y/N was no fool.

Sophia was slipping away, and Y/N didn’t know how to hold on.

But she needed to.

Because Sophia was the enormous sun, burning bright and untouchable, and Y/N was just a candle, melting away in the heat.

And now, that sun was dimming before the candle had even burned out.

It wasn’t fair.

And it didn’t make sense.

Y/N didn’t know when it started—when the distance between them became something real, something tangible, something more than just paranoia creeping into the corners of her mind.

Maybe it had been slow, a shift so small it could have been mistaken for growing pains. Or maybe it had happened all at once, sudden and irreversible, like a fire burning through everything they had built together.

Either way, Y/N felt it now, heavy in her chest, in the spaces where Sophia used to be.

They still saw each other. They still talked, still laughed, still exchanged I love you’s like they meant something. But Y/N could feel the difference. Sophia’s touch wasn’t the same—not as lingering, not as sure. She pulled away too quickly, smiled too easily, as if she were performing a role she no longer wanted.

Y/N told herself she was being dramatic. She told herself that if she just held on tighter, things would go back to the way they were.

So she tried.

She sent the first text. She made the plans. She reached for Sophia’s hand, even when Sophia’s fingers barely curled around hers in return.

She kissed her first.

Sophia still kissed back, but it wasn’t the same.

It wasn’t the same.

And Y/N couldn’t ignore it anymore.

—

One night, they sat on the beach, just the two of them. The waves rolled in gentle and slow, the air cool against Y/N’s skin. It should have felt like every other summer they’d spent here, but it didn’t.

Y/N watched Sophia instead of the ocean, memorizing the way the moonlight hit her face, the way her hair moved in the breeze.

Sophia was quiet, running her fingers through the sand absentmindedly.

“Do you ever think about when we were kids?” Y/N asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sophia glanced at her, smiling softly. “Yeah. All the time.”

Y/N swallowed. “Do you miss it?”

Sophia hesitated. It was only a second, maybe two, but Y/N caught it.

“Of course I do,” she said, but there was something in her voice that made Y/N’s stomach twist.

It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t the truth either.

Y/N looked away, staring out at the waves. “Sometimes I wish we could go back.”

Sophia was silent for a long time. Then—

“Why?”

Y/N clenched her jaw. She could feel the answer sitting on her tongue, bitter and painful.

Because back then, I didn’t have to wonder if you loved me.

But she couldn’t say that. She couldn’t say any of it.

So instead, she forced a laugh, shaking her head. “No reason.”

Sophia didn’t push.

And somehow, that hurt the most.

—

Y/N spent the next few weeks trying to convince herself that things weren’t falling apart.

She clung to every smile, every touch, every fleeting moment that felt like before.

But the doubt never left.

Because now, every time Sophia said I love you, Y/N wondered if she meant it.

And even worse,

She wondered if she ever would again.

—

The sand was cool beneath Y/N’s fingers, a familiar comfort against the stark fear blooming in her chest. The waves whispered secrets to the shore, a constant, rhythmic reminder of time slipping away. Beside her, Sophia threw pebbles into the ocean, her movements fluid and careless, a world away from the turmoil brewing inside Y/N.

For twenty years, Sophia had been her sun. A radiance around which Y/N’s world revolved. Their lives were intertwined, woven together with shared secrets, laughter, and a love that was beneath the surface, never explicitly acknowledged but always there.

Y/N watched Sophia, the way the setting sun painted her skin gold, the way her brow furrowed in concentration as she aimed for a distant wave.

“Sophia,” she started, her voice barely a whisper against the roar of the ocean.

Sophia glanced at her, a small smile playing on her lips. “Yeah?”

Y/N swallowed, the lump in her throat feeling like a jagged stone. This was it. The moment she’d been dreading and obsessing over equally. “We… we haven’t really talked about… us.”

Sophia’s smile faltered. ”I mean… we never have.” She stopped throwing pebbles and turned to face Y/N, the ocean reflecting in her wide, uncertain eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Y/N struggled to find the right words, the ones that wouldn’t shatter the fragile peace between them. “I love you, Sophia. You know I do. But sometimes… sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who feels it this way.”

The silence that followed was deafening. The waves still crashed, the wind still howled, but Y/N could hear nothing but the frantic beating of her own heart.

“Maybe I’m crazy,” she rushed on, desperately trying to backtrack, to convince herself that her fears were unfounded. But Y/N knew, with a sickening certainty, that the gold in Sophia’s eyes was no longer mirroring her own.

“I just…” Y/N forced herself to meet Sophia’s gaze, the truth of her words a bitter pill on her tongue. “I feel like you’re not… here anymore. Not really. And it makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong. That I’m making you not love me.”

It was pathetic, she knew. Begging for love. Exposing herself so vulnerably, tearing down the walls she’d so carefully built. But she needed to know she’d tried everything. She couldn't face the years to come, wondering if a single conversation could have saved them.

Sophia was silent again, her expression unreadable. Y/N had to tell herself that it was Sophia’s fault. That something she did, not Y/N, was the reason for this shift. To think that she was the reason Sophia’s love was fading was too much to bear.

“Please,” Y/N choked out, tears pricking at her eyes. “Please, just… love me again.”

Sophia reached out, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s cheek. Her touch was gentle, but lacking the warmth it used to hold. “Y/N,” she said softly, her voice laced with a sadness that mirrored Y/N’s own. “I just… don't know if I can be what you want me to be.”

Y/N anxiety clawed at my insides. “What do you mean?” Y/N choked out. “What do I want you to be?”

"Someone who loves me the way you do.” Sophia’s hand retreated, leaving Y/N’s skin cold.

The truth hung heavy in the air, suffocating her. She was a puny candle, desperately clinging to the enormous sun, even as it imploded before her very eyes. It wasn’t fair. It didn’t make sense.

Y/N closed her eyes, the salty tears streaming down her face. She knew what came next. The goodbye.

“I… I need you, Sophia,” she whispered, the words a raw, desperate plea.

But Sophia didn’t respond. She just stood there, silhouetted against the dying sun, a beautiful, unattainable ghost.

“I can’t,” Sophia finally managed to say, her voice barely audible. “I just… I can’t.”

The words ripped through Y/N, severing the last thread of hope. She opened her eyes, staring at Sophia, trying to memorize every detail of her face, knowing this was the last time she’d see her this way.

“Okay,” Y/N whispered, the word a broken promise to herself. “Okay.”

She stood up, her legs shaky, and turned away from Sophia, away from the ocean, away from a future that no longer held the light she’d always known. She walked away, leaving Sophia sitting alone on the beach, a solitary figure against the expanse of the sea. And as she walked, she knew that the sun had finally set on their love, leaving her lost and shivering in the darkness.

[borntobeslay]

|“HELL IS A TEENAGE GIRL”

“THE BULLY BUSTERS!!”

Sophia:

she’s a caring person and a natural born leader! She’s a very diligent and dedicated person who works hard! But… she cannot control her face. If she’s upset, you’ll see it, if she doesn’t like you, you’ll see that, and eventually you’ll hear it because Sophia is not afraid to run her mouth lol

class rank: 2nd (for now)

Lara:

Miss girl is talented! She’s is so passionate about her music and loves to talk about it! She’s also a very good person and is very connected with others! She loves to share her life online and is a great friend!

Danielle:

Danielle is the definition of peace maker, she’s always supportive and happy she’s loves literally everyone! Except people who mess with her friends of course.

Character introductions: 1. “HOGWARTS REJECTS” 2. “(B)RATZ” 3. “THE BULLY BUSTERS!!”

[synity]

I just had a dream about this and please consider writing about it haha

Woozi (idol//svt woozi) suddenly gets a red string tug while at a concert/event. Y/n is like a fan and it was their first time attending an event. Woozi doesn’t do anything about it at first but he suddenly sees her EVERYWHERE HAHAAHAH u can do whatever u want with it..thank you❤️‍🩹⚡️

RED THREAT

(Lee Jihoon x FemReader)

*Fate, Romance, Slice of Life Soulmate AU*

Y/N’s POV

The screen blinked again.

That same cursed blinking cursor at the top of my Google Doc. The blinking mocked me a reminder that I hadn’t typed a single word in over forty-five minutes. Not because I didn’t know what to say, but because I couldn’t feel my brain anymore. Everything inside me was heavy, like molasses had been poured through my skull and was slowly dripping down into my spine.

It was 3:07 a.m. again. Another night that bled into morning without permission.

My office was technically my apartment, but the line between the two had long disappeared. My desk was littered with empty mugs and sticky notes full of passive-aggressive reminders to eat. I hadn’t touched my paints in a month. My house plants were turning gray. Even the playlist I usually loved filled with SEVENTEEN’s songs that once felt like warm sun through glass had begun to feel distant, like music from another lifetime.

I loved my job. Or… I used to. I worked in design. Logos, branding, pitch decks, ad campaigns clean lines, color psychology, subtle messages. I was good at it too. That’s what made it worse. Because being good meant people kept asking. Deadlines kept piling. And somewhere along the way, being good became more important than being okay.

I blinked again, staring at my laptop. My to-do list had bullet points so long they needed sub-bullets.

Client proposal

Fix formatting

Adjust color scheme

Make it “pop” whatever that means

Call with team lead at 10 a.m.

Email Sophia back

Try not to cry before lunch

That last one had been added half as a joke and half because I wasn’t sure I’d make it otherwise.

I pushed my chair back and stood up. My knees cracked. When did I last move?

My eyes scanned the apartment. It looked like someone had moved out halfway and never came back. The easel near the window stood bare, canvas untouched. My coat still hung on the door from a week ago. The mirror across the room showed a girl in an oversized hoodie with hair shoved into a messy bun and dark circles that looked like shadows under her eyes.

I didn’t recognize her.

I sighed and grabbed my phone. I scrolled without looking, out of habit, not intention. Just numb thumbs moving. Doomscrolling. Nothing new.

Until I paused.

SEVENTEEN WORLD TOUR: SEOUL FINAL NIGHT – TICKET RELEASE (LIMITED QUANTITY)

The header burned like neon into my dry eyes.

I’d been a fan since college. Lee Jihoon Woozi was a name I used to whisper into the night with awe. His songs made me feel understood in a world that often moved too fast. His lyrics reminded me I could still create beauty when I was tired. But concerts were always too far, too expensive, too risky to plan. Until now.

I stared at the post. My finger hovered over the link.

“You need to sleep,” I muttered to myself.

But I didn’t move.

I thought about the endless Zoom meetings, the moments where my chest hurt from holding my breath. I thought about how I hadn’t painted in weeks. I thought about how much I missed... feeling something.

What if I just went?

I blinked again. My heart pounded in my chest.

“Just one night,” I whispered. “You can work around it.”

It felt like madness. Like buying a parachute before checking if the plane had crashed.

But something deep in me something that still had color was whispering: Go. Please, just go.

I bought the ticket before I could change my mind.

The next day, I didn’t tell anyone. I just sent in my work, rescheduled one meeting, and packed a bag.

I took the train to Seoul, sat with my forehead pressed against the window. The city rushed past, buildings like blurs, light and metal and motion. For the first time in months, I didn’t check my emails.

When I arrived, the air felt different. Not freer, not magical. Just… clearer. The kind of air that reminded you you’re still alive.

At the hotel, I let myself take the longest shower of my life. I curled my hair loosely, put on light makeup, wore the SEVENTEEN shirt I bought two years ago and never had a reason to wear.

I still wasn’t sure what I was doing. I felt stupid for running away like this.

But when I looked in the mirror again, there was a flicker of someone I remembered.

I looked… a little more like myself.

And somewhere in Seoul that night, a red thread waited in silence, ready to pull.

I hadn’t realized how loud a concert could be. The bass shook my ribs in time with my heartbeat, the crowd’s cheers layering like crashing waves. It was almost overwhelming almost. But there was a strange comfort in being surrounded by people who felt the same rush of adrenaline and joy. People whose eyes sparkled at the same melody. Whose voices lifted in the same chant.

"SAY THE NAME!"

"SEVENTEEN!"

The stadium roared.

My seat wasn’t too close somewhere in the middle rows. But honestly, it didn’t matter. Even from here, the members looked like stars dipped in light. The screens gave glimpses of their sweat-soaked dedication, the way their eyes scanned the crowd, and how their bodies moved like music was born in their bones.

And then there was him.

Woozi.

Lee Jihoon.

His dark black hair was slicked back just slightly, revealing his forehead. His face was flushed, skin glowing beneath the lights, eyes sharp and focused as he sang his verse with that voice that had once saved me without knowing. A voice that felt like a hug around my tired heart.

Every time the camera zoomed in on him, I found myself breathless. Not in the silly fangirl way I thought I’d grown out of, but something quieter. Something deeper. Like looking at a lighthouse you’ve seen in your dreams.

It had only been two songs, but I already felt myself loosening. The tight, brittle shell I had been dragging around for months was cracking in the best way. I let myself scream, sing, wave my lightstick. For once, I wasn’t the girl behind the screen or the project. I was just a person here, alive, overwhelmed, free.

They started “Don’t Wanna Cry.”

My heart squeezed.

This was the song I played when deadlines piled up, when my breath caught in my chest and I didn’t know why I was crying at 2 a.m. It wasn’t just the lyrics it was how it sounded like someone else knew that same quiet ache.

I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt it: warm tears rolling down my cheeks.

I laughed softly and wiped them, embarrassed even though no one around me noticed.

Then came the bridge. And for a moment, the stage lights dimmed.

And that’s when it happened.

I looked up just as Woozi’s eyes swept across the crowd—and stopped.

Because for the briefest moment in this world, I swore he looked right at me.

I froze.

He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t even doing anything dramatic. He just… paused.

His gaze slowed.

Sharp, aware eyes.

And somehow, my heart knew.

He sees me.

We were so far apart. There was no way he could truly make out my face. I told myself it was just a coincidence. A flicker in the lights. My imagination reaching for fantasy in a place designed for dreams.

But something told me it wasn’t.

Because his stare lingered just a second longer than it should have.

And then he blinked. Just once.

Almost like

Recognition.

My lips parted.

And then the music swelled again, and the moment passed.

But I couldn’t move.

The crowd jumped, lights flashed, chants continued and I stayed frozen, clutching my lightstick like it anchored me to earth.

My chest rose and fell too fast. My ears buzzed. I didn’t understand it. There was no logic here. No reason for my soul to stir like that.

Unless…

Unless there was more to this night than I had expected.

The song ended. The members bowed. Woozi turned away.

But I could still feel it.

Like an invisible thread had tugged at my chest, unspooling from somewhere deep within and reaching across the stage. Wrapping around him. Wrapping around me.

Tying something neither of us could see.

I took a shaky breath and pressed my hand against my heart.

And for the first time in months, I smiled without effort.

Woozi’s POV

I’ve always said the stage feels like a dream.

The lights blur. The voices of thousands melt into one long, echoing ocean of sound. Everything becomes rhythmic: the beat, the steps, the inhale before a note leaves your throat. Time doesn’t pass normally here. You don’t think you just perform. You move. You feel.

But then it happened.

Right in the middle of Don’t Wanna Cry.

I looked into the crowd like I always do. We’re trained to. Engage with the fans. Make them feel seen. Keep your eyes moving, let them believe you're looking just at them. And sometimes you are.

But this time

This time, I stopped.

A flash of a lightstick. A girl with tired eyes. Not the kind of tired that sleep fixes. The kind that goes bone-deep. A sadness that felt hauntingly familiar.

Her gaze was soft, but full of something I couldn’t name. Something real.

It was her.

I didn’t know how I knew that. I just did.

For a moment, the song faded behind me. The crowd fell away. And there was only this stranger whose soul looked like it had lived through the same kind of silence I carry. Who looked like she didn’t expect to be seen.

But I saw her.

And then the tug came.

Not literal not like some ghost hand yanking my shirt but inside. A tug in the center of my chest. Sharp. Sudden. Unignorable.

My brows knit together slightly before I caught myself. I blinked once. I moved on. I had to. There were still verses to sing, cameras trained on me, fans watching.

But the feeling remained.

Even after we left the stage for a quick break, I couldn’t shake it. I tried to distract myself joking with Seungkwan, drinking water, adjusting my in-ears. But my head kept turning toward the crowd, scanning, searching.

I didn’t even know who I was looking for.

Just that I needed to find her again.

Was she really there? Was I making it up?

But no. That look. That feeling. The way my heartbeat stuttered when our eyes met that wasn’t nothing.

I’ve never believed in fate.

I’m a realist. A skeptic. I make music because I trust structure, not signs. I believe in effort, not destiny.

But now?

Now I wasn’t so sure.

I’ve looked out at the crowd a million times. Every night, it’s a sea of lights, signs, and faces all blurring together in flashes of color and sound.

But tonight, it’s different.

Because somewhere in that crowd… she’s still there.

I’m supposed to focus on the stage, on the fans, on the performance. But my eyes keep drifting. Searching. Yearning. For what who I don’t even fully understand.

“Hyung, you okay?” Dino’s voice cuts into the darkness backstage as we get ready for the next set.

I nod, almost too quickly. “Yeah.”

But I’m not.

I’m off tempo. My heart is drumming too fast. My thoughts won’t settle. It’s like I’m being pulled from the inside as if someone tied a thread around my ribs and is gently tugging, asking me to come closer.

A red string of fate.

That old legend I never believed in it. But now? With how my entire body tensed when our eyes locked, how her face keeps replaying in my head like a looping melody i’m starting to wonder if the universe is trying to write something I can’t read yet.

I step back on stage, microphone in hand.

The next song is slower. More vulnerable. And when the music starts, my eyes instinctively search the crowd again.

Please be there.

A flash of silver. A movement in the middle row.

There she is.

She’s standing still not waving a lightstick like the others. Her hands are by her sides, clutching the edge of her sleeves, her eyes wide as if she’s just as startled as I am. I can tell she’s trying not to blink, like if she does, I’ll disappear.

And I’m doing the same.

There’s a second where we just stare.

A second where I forget how to breathe.

I sing, but I don’t remember the lyrics. I move, but my feet feel heavy.

Because something’s happening.

Something important.

And I can’t ignore it anymore.

When the concert ends, the others are buzzing with energy laughing, wiping sweat, taking selfies in the dressing room. I’m quiet. Distant.

“Yah, Woozi! We did great!” Hoshi claps my shoulder.

I smile or try to. “Yeah. It felt good.”

But my head’s somewhere else. Out there. Still on her.

Who is she?

Was she alone? Did she come for us, for me? Or was she just a face I was meant to find today?

I grip the towel tighter in my hands.

This shouldn’t be happening. I don’t know her. And yet it feels like I’ve always known her.

Like her soul knocked on mine and it finally answered.

I look back toward the stadium one last time before leaving for the car.

She’s gone.

But I know this isn’t the last time I’ll see her.

The thread’s been tied.

And I’m going to find out where it leads.

I didn’t sleep well last night.

My body was exhausted from the concert, but my mind was wide awake trapped in that moment where her eyes met mine. I replayed it in my head over and over again. The stillness in the chaos. The way her gaze softened, even from a distance. Like she recognized me first.

Like she’s been waiting too.

I wake up before my alarm. The sky is still tinted with early morning blue. I rub my eyes, drag myself out of bed, and brew coffee, trying to shake the fog in my chest.

It doesn’t work.

She’s still there in my head.

I’m not one to believe in fate, but what if…?

No. I need to get out.

I’m halfway through my second cup of coffee when my phone buzzes.

From: Hoshi Bro come out. I’m near the river. Let’s walk.

He’s one of the few people who won’t accept “no” for an answer, so I toss on a hoodie, sunglasses, and head out the door.

The Han River’s quiet at this hour. Runners, a few people walking their dogs, a couple teenagers with takeout sprawled on a bench. I spot Hoshi ahead and start walking toward him

And stop in my tracks.

No way.

There. Sitting under a tree. A small sketchpad in her lap, headphones on, eyes focused like she’s capturing something nobody else sees.

It’s her.

I almost laugh or scream. What are the chances? How?

Hoshi calls out to me, waving. I raise a hand, but my eyes are stuck on her.

Maybe she feels it. The weight of my gaze. She turns slowly.

And for the second time in two days, our eyes meet.

This time it’s closer. Sharper.

I swear my heart drops into my stomach.

She blinks. Her lips part. She knows.

She knows me too.

I force myself to keep walking past, my pulse hammering in my ears. I hear Hoshi say something, but I barely catch it.

“Hyung, you okay?”

I nod.

But I’m not.

Because now I’m sure this isn’t coincidence.

Later that day, I decide to stop by a café I used to go to when I needed peace. One that doesn’t play my music. Where the ahjumma behind the counter always adds extra honey to my tea without asking.

The bell chimes as I step in. It’s quiet thank God.

I place my order and walk toward my usual booth.

And nearly trip over my own feet.

Because she’s here.

Again.

This time sitting by the window, stirring something in her cup absentmindedly, notebook open, pen tucked behind her ear. The sun paints a warm halo around her.

I freeze.

She hasn’t seen me yet.

What are the odds?

I sit down in a booth across the café, out of her sight. My tea comes. I don’t touch it.

Instead, I keep watching.

She hums something. A melody. Barely audible, but familiar.

My own song.

She was there for me.

And now she’s everywhere.

Over the next few days, it keeps happening.

I walk into a convenience store late at night she’s standing in front of the ramyeon aisle, biting her lip in concentration.

I pass a bookstore I haven’t visited in months she steps out with a tote bag full of art books, looking up at the sky like she’s wishing something would fall from it.

I run into her again in a quiet alley near the company when I’m coming back from practice. She’s crouched beside a stray cat, offering it her sandwich. When she hears me approach, she looks up startled. But not afraid.

Just… confused. Like I am.

“Hi,” she says softly, like she’s not sure if I’ll hear.

I do.

But I can’t speak. I just nod and keep walking my throat full of words I can’t say.

Yet.

Back in the studio, I can't focus.

I try mixing a new track can’t get the layers right. I open lyrics I’ve been working on for weeks every line starts to sound like her. Everything I create feels tangled up in her presence.

It’s not just obsession.

It’s recognition.

I take a deep breath and look down at my wrist.

Invisible. But undeniable.

The thread is still pulling.

And I’m not going to fight it anymore.

YN'S POV

The morning after the concert, I woke up sore. Not just from standing on my feet for hours, but from… something else. Something deeper.

Something had shifted last night.

I couldn’t explain it not even to myself but the moment our eyes met, something ancient in me stirred. Like I had known him before. Like the universe had whispered his name into my soul long before I’d ever heard it.

Lee Jihoon.

Woozi. The name so many knew him by. But last night, in that split second when our gazes locked, it didn’t feel like I was seeing an idol.

It felt like I was seeing him.

Still, life had to go on.

Or at least, I tried to pretend it did.

I was back in my studio that morning, surrounded by canvases, brushes, and the faint smell of coffee and oil paint. Deadlines loomed like storm clouds. My manager had texted me three times, reminding me about commissions I hadn’t finished.

I needed to work.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

I shook my head and dipped a brush into crimson.

Focus.

I painted in silence for hours, only moving when my stomach grumbled or my hands started to cramp. I must’ve been hunched over for too long, because when I finally stood up, the entire room spun for a moment. My shoulders ached. My vision blurred a bit.

You need fresh air, I told myself.

So I grabbed my sketchpad and headed to the riverside.

It was quiet just the way I liked it. The wind brushed against my cheeks, cool and gentle, a stark contrast to the sticky summer nights that had been weighing the city down. I found a tree I liked, tucked myself beneath it, and began sketching whatever came to mind.

At some point, the pencil in my hand started drawing him.

I frowned at the realization trying to erase it but the outline remained.

His side profile. The delicate curve of his nose. His brows, knit in thought. His lips, slightly parted.

I groaned and leaned back against the tree, covering my face with my hands.

“This is getting ridiculous,” I muttered.

But then…

That feeling again.

That static in the air. That tug in my chest.

I looked up.

And there he was.

Again.

Walking. Hoodie pulled low. Sunglasses on. But I knew.

I knew.

His eyes found mine like magnets unmissable, inevitable.

And this time, it wasn’t a concert. It wasn’t a crowd.

It was just us. Him. Me. The tree. The wind. The silence.

Time didn’t freeze, but something inside me did.

Then he passed. Just a nod.

But that one second unraveled me for hours.

Later that afternoon, I decided to stop by my favorite café a tiny place near my old art college. The owner, an older woman with dyed red hair and endless gossip, always made me laugh. I needed normalcy. Something grounding.

I walked in, ordered a chamomile latte, and picked a sunny seat by the window.

The bell chimed again shortly after.

I didn’t look up at first.

But then I felt it.

That same weight in the air. That thread tightening around my ribs.

I lifted my gaze, and sure enough there he was.

Again.

This time sitting at the far end, barely moving, eyes hidden behind dark lenses. But I could feel his presence like a fire in the room.

I looked away quickly, heart pounding.

What was happening?

Why did I keep seeing him?

Was I just noticing him more now?

Or was the universe playing some strange trick?

The next few days were… eerie.

I saw him everywhere.

At the bookstore near the station standing a few shelves down.

At the boba place I swore no idol would ever set foot in waiting quietly with his cap low.

Even in a quiet alley near my building, where a stray cat always waited for me because I usually brought it leftovers.

I was crouched beside it, tearing off pieces of a sandwich when I felt someone approach.

I looked up.

And there he was.

He looked just as surprised.

I said hi, unsure if I imagined the whole thing. He just nodded lips tight, eyes unreadable.

Then he walked away.

And I was left there, surrounded by silence, a half-eaten sandwich, and a cat that meowed like I owed it answers.

That night, I lay in bed, eyes wide open.

I didn’t believe in soulmates. In fate. In red threads.

But now I was starting to wonder.

What if something really was pulling us together?

What if this was more than coincidence?

What if for once I wasn’t imagining things?

Woozi’s POV

He saw her again.

Fourth time in less than a week. It couldn’t be coincidence anymore.

She was crouched next to a stray cat, feeding it bits of her sandwich with a gentle smile. Her coat was too thin for the late evening breeze, but she didn’t seem to care. The wind tugged at her hair, and he caught the softest hum in her voice. She was talking to the cat like an old friend.

Jihoon stood frozen just around the corner.

He wasn’t wearing anything that would scream "idol" today. Hoodie. Beanie. Mask. Even so, she recognized him he could tell. Just like at the concert. Just like at the riverside. At the café. At the bookstore. It was always the same:

Her eyes would meet his.

His chest would tighten.

That damned invisible thread would pull.

And he’d walk away.

But not this time.

He stepped out.

She looked up, startled. Her lips parted in surprise.

They didn’t say anything for a second. The cat meowed and pawed at her knee, breaking the stillness.

“Hi,” she finally whispered, almost as if unsure whether he’d speak back.

Jihoon swallowed.

He wanted to say something smooth. Collected. Something that didn’t sound like his heart was clawing its way out of his chest.

But instead, he muttered, “We keep meeting.”

Her brows knit together in a small, amused frown. “Yeah… I noticed.”

He smiled slightly beneath his mask, then pulled it down just enough so she could see his face see that he wasn’t here as Woozi the artist, but as Jihoon the man. The stranger who felt inexplicably drawn to her.

“Listen,” he began, walking closer, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but… are you feeling it too?”

She blinked. “Feeling what?”

He paused. Looked up at the moonlit sky. “That pull. Like… there’s something connecting us.”

There. He’d said it.

She stared at him, silent. He could see the hesitation in her eyes — the same hesitation he’d been wrestling with all week.

Then she nodded, slow and careful. “I thought I was going insane.”

His heart skipped.

For the first time in days, the confusion in his head settled. He wasn’t imagining this. She felt it too.

“Why didn’t you say something before?” she asked softly, standing up and brushing off her coat. “All those times?”

“I didn’t know if it was real,” Jihoon admitted. “And I didn’t want to scare you. I’m… not used to this kind of thing.”

She smiled a little, tugging her coat tighter around her. “Neither am I.”

They stood there, under the orange halo of a streetlamp, neither quite sure what to say next.

So Jihoon just blurted it out.

“I want to get to know you.”

Her eyes widened.

“I don’t know how this works,” he said, voice quieter now. “But I keep thinking about you. Not just because I’ve seen you everywhere. It’s something else. Like… I already know you.”

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, clearly flustered. “I’m just a regular person.”

“Maybe that’s what I need,” he said, smiling.

The cat meowed again, circling their feet.

Jihoon looked down at it, then back up at her. “You want to walk for a bit?”

“…Sure,” she said, smiling and he could tell it wasn’t forced.

They walked slowly through quiet streets, the cat trailing behind for a block or two before giving up. Jihoon listened to her talk about painting, about overworking, about chamomile lattes and messy deadlines and getting yelled at by her manager.

He found himself laughing more than he had in weeks.

And when she teased him gently for being nothing like his stage persona, Jihoon flushed.

“I get that a lot,” he mumbled.

“Because on stage, you’re intense,” she grinned. “But off-stage? You’re kind of…”

“Kind of what?”

“…Adorably awkward.”

Jihoon groaned. “Don’t say that.”

She laughed, that soft, bell-like sound he already knew he’d chase if she ever walked away.

When they stopped at a vending machine, he bought them each a warm drink. She got milk tea. He got black coffee.

As they stood there sipping, Jihoon looked at her profile again.

The way her lashes curled naturally.

The smudge of graphite still on her fingertips.

She wasn’t just pretty.

She was real.

And for once, he didn’t want to walk away.

As they reached her building, Jihoon hesitated.

“I want to see you again,” he said.

“You will,” she answered, smiling.

“But not just by chance.”

She looked at him.

“Let me make it intentional this time.”

She bit her lip, eyes flickering with something soft. Hopeful.

“…Okay.”

That night, back in his apartment, Jihoon stared at the ceiling long after the city fell asleep.

The red thread tugged again.

And this time, he tugged back.

Y/N’s POV

Jihoon asked her out the next morning.

Not a fancy, over-the-top plan like she might’ve expected from someone famous. It was simple quiet.

“Would you… want to go somewhere? Just us?” “Anywhere in mind?” “Somewhere you don’t have to think.”

So that’s how she ended up in a small corner of Seoul hidden away from the main streets wearing her softest cardigan and sneakers, hair loosely tied. Her phone buzzed.

Jihoon: I’m two blocks away. Stay warm.

A smile slipped onto her face. She hadn’t stopped smiling since last night, honestly.

She tugged her coat tighter and waited on the bench, heart jittery. This wasn’t like the casual cafe sightings or shared glances. This was a real moment. Something that had intention. Choice.

And when he finally turned the corner hood up, mask on, hands in pockets she recognized him instantly. Not because he was famous. But because that invisible thread between them practically glowed.

“Hi,” she greeted, standing up.

“Hi,” he echoed, voice quiet.

They stared at each other for a second before both laughing. A little awkward. A little nervous. But it felt good.

“Ready?” he asked, nudging his head toward the sidewalk.

“Yeah.”

They walked.

No crowds. No managers. No schedules.

Just them.

Jihoon led her through narrow alleys and tiny shops she’d never even noticed before. They stopped at a bookstore so cramped it barely had space to turn, and she caught him watching her run fingers along the spines of old novels.

“You read romance?” she teased, holding up a worn-out paperback.

He made a face. “Only if someone forces me.”

“Oh no, you’re one of those.”

“Hey,” he chuckled. “Mystery and sci-fi have feelings too.”

She giggled, slipping the book back onto the shelf.

Then they stumbled into a vintage vinyl shop, and she caught him humming along to something under his breath.

“Is that your own song?”

Jihoon froze, then looked mortified. “Maybe.”

She grinned. “Cute.”

“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, cheeks pink.

“Why?”

“Because I never let anyone see this side of me.”

She looked at him then. Not Woozi the producer. But Jihoon the man who hid behind beanies and sarcasm and long working nights. The man who felt like home.

“Maybe that’s the side I like best.”

By afternoon, they ended up at a rooftop café tucked above an old building. The sky had turned soft with sunset, spilling orange light across Jihoon’s face as he sipped a caramel latte she’d made him order.

“You like caramel,” she said.

He blinked. “I do?”

“You made a face when you saw it on the menu. The good kind of face.”

He looked down at the drink, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re observant.”

She shrugged. “Only with people who matter.”

Jihoon grew quiet.

Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out something wrapped in tissue careful, like it was breakable.

She tilted her head. “What’s that?”

“It’s… nothing huge,” he muttered, handing it to her. “Just thought of you.”

Inside was a tiny charm. A silver paintbrush.

Her breath caught.

“It’s silly,” Jihoon added, nervous now. “I saw it while walking past a craft store. Reminded me of you.”

She stared at it this small, thoughtful token and felt her heart twist.

“No one’s ever done that for me,” she whispered.

Jihoon reached across the table, brushing his fingers against hers.

“You deserve it,” he said.

They didn’t rush the day.

They let the silence breathe. Let the tension settle between shy glances and nervous laughter.

And when they got back to her apartment, the sky already dusted with stars, she hesitated at the front door.

Jihoon did too.

“Thanks for today,” she said softly.

He nodded. “I’m glad you said yes.”

She opened her mouth to say something else but he stepped forward suddenly.

Not too close. Just… enough.

His hand gently brushed her cheek, and for a moment, he looked like he was thinking too much again. Always overthinking.

So she leaned in first.

Just a little.

And that was all it took.

His lips met hers soft, warm, unsure. Not urgent. Just enough to whisper I’m here.

When they pulled back, he didn’t speak.

He just rested his forehead against hers and exhaled.

“I’m really glad I followed that thread.”

She smiled, heart racing.

“Me too.”

4 days later

The city felt different today.

Less rushed, softer somehow.

Maybe it was because Jihoon had asked her out again.

Not for a fancy dinner or a show, but something more low-key a quiet picnic by the Han River. Just the two of them, away from the noise, the cameras, the crowds.

She had spent the morning preparing snacks in her tiny kitchen. Nothing complicated, just sandwiches, venoiseries, juices, some fresh fruit, and her favorite iced tea. As she packed the basket, her hands trembled just a bit nervous anticipation fluttering like butterflies in her stomach.

When Jihoon arrived, he was carrying a folded blanket and a small portable speaker. He smiled at her, that same shy warmth she was starting to recognize.

“Ready?” he asked.

She nodded, slipping her hand into his as they walked to the subway station.

The riverbank was peaceful when they arrived, soft breezes playing with the autumn leaves. Jihoon spread the blanket carefully, and they sat side by side, sharing food and stories.

“Do you ever get tired of all the attention?” she asked quietly.

He looked out over the water, thoughtful.

“Sometimes. But it’s not the attention. It’s the expectations. The pressure to always be... perfect.”

She reached over and squeezed his hand.

“You don’t have to be perfect with me.”

He turned to her, eyes sincere.

“Really?”

“Really.”

For a moment, the world shrank to just the two of them, the rustling leaves, and the golden sunlight.

Jihoon pulled out his phone and played a soft melody one of his unreleased songs. She closed her eyes, letting the music wash over her.

“I wrote this for you,” he confessed.

Her heart skipped.

“Me?”

He nodded, cheeks pink.

“Every note is a promise.”

Tears pricked her eyes, and she blinked them away.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

He smiled and brushed a stray hair behind her ear.

“You make me want to be better.”

They spent hours talking about fears, dreams, and the little things that made them who they were. Jihoon told her about his childhood, the loneliness he’d felt despite the crowds, and how music had been his only refuge.

She shared her own stories how painting saved her on dark days, how she sometimes felt lost in her own kindness, like the world was too harsh for someone like her.

Jihoon listened. Really listened.

And that made all the difference.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting pink and purple hues across the sky, Jihoon reached into his pocket again.

“Wait,” he said, pulling out a small box.

Her breath caught.

“Open it.”

Inside was a delicate bracelet silver, with a tiny charm shaped like a music note intertwined with a paintbrush.

“It’s for you,” he said softly. “A reminder that we’re connected, even when we’re apart.”

She slid it onto her wrist, feeling the cool metal against her skin.

“I love it.”

He smiled, eyes shining.

“So... about that kiss last time.”

Her cheeks warmed.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Me too.”

Jihoon leaned in slowly.

This time, the kiss was deeper full of the promise of more moments like this, more days spent discovering each other.

Later, as they packed up to leave, Y/N felt a warmth she hadn’t known she was missing. Maybe fate really did pull strings, and maybe, just maybe, those strings were leading her somewhere worth going.

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The Quiet After

Emily Prentiss x femReader

MDNI Masterlist Category: Smut CW: Normal Criminal Minds Warnings, Case Involving Children, BAU Reader, Angst, Smut, Oral Sex, Tribidism, Scissoring, Strap On, Breeding Kink, Light Dom/Sub, Comfort. WC: 7,852 *Updated* Completely missed the first section while transferring it over, sorry about that. (Not Proof Read)

The case weighs heavily on Emily. It’s in her eyes—those tired, worn-out eyes you’ve come to know better than anyone else’s. She doesn’t let it show on the surface, but you can feel it. You know her. And this case, with the kids, is getting to her in a way that’s deeper than usual.

You watch her for a moment, standing at the board, her fingers tracing the photos of the missing children. The unsub believes he’s doing them a favour—taking them to a “better” place. It’s not hard to guess why it hits Emily so hard. There’s a part of her, a quiet, secret part, that wants to be a mother. She’s told you once, during one of those rare moments when she lets her guard down, when it’s just the two of you, and she’s soft, vulnerable in ways that few people get to see.

You’ve seen the subtle changes—the way her hands linger over the files of the kids, her shoulders tightening as the day stretches on. She’s struggling, but you’re here. You’re with her. And even when the case is consuming her, she finds ways to steal small moments with you, little gestures that recharge her.

A quiet kiss behind the SUV after the briefing. Her hand slipping into yours as you walk to the next scene. The brief press of her lips to your temple when she thinks no one’s looking. It’s in these moments that you can feel her ground herself again, as if your touch can remind her that she’s not alone in this.

The board in the conference room is covered with photos of the missing children, their faces staring back at you. There are seven so far, ranging in age from five to eleven. Beneath each photo are snapshots of their lives—school pictures, candid moments from birthday parties, photos scraped from social media. It’s a cruel juxtaposition against the grim reality of their current circumstances.

“The unsub is targeting children they perceive as neglected,” Spencer explains, standing near the map dotted with pins marking the locations of the abductions. “But their definition of neglect seems warped. The children’s backgrounds don’t show significant patterns of abuse or systemic failures.”

“It’s subjective,” Emily adds, her voice sharp and focused. “They’re acting on personal judgment, deciding these kids aren’t being cared for based on arbitrary criteria—like an out-of-context moment or assumption about the family dynamic.” Her arms are crossed tightly over her chest, a shield against the emotions brimming beneath the surface.

Garcia clicks through slides on the projector, her voice uncharacteristically subdued. “This is Evan Marshall, eight years old. His mom works two jobs, so he’s often in the care of his older sister. She’s fifteen. CPS has never been involved. Teachers describe him as happy and well-adjusted.”

The photo shifts to a girl no older than twelve. “And this is Sophia Grant. Her dad is a single parent. No abuse on record, but the unsub might have seen him disciplining her in public. And then there’s Mia Lang, five years old. Her parents had a loud argument at a grocery store a week before she was taken. Someone might have seen that and made assumptions.”

“They think they’re saving these kids from a horrible life,” JJ says, shaking her head. “But in reality, they’re just ripping them away from their families.”

Spencer frowns, adding, “It’s likely that the unsub sees themselves as a redeemer, correcting what they perceive as societal failures. Each abduction reinforces their sense of righteousness. The more they take, the more justified they feel.”

A heavy silence falls over the room. The photos on the board feel suffocating. Seven children—snatched away under the guise of salvation, only to be murdered by someone who thinks they’re better off dead.

Emily’s gaze lingers on the images longer than the others. Her jaw tightens, and you can almost see the turmoil brewing beneath her composed exterior. This isn’t just another case for her. It’s personal in ways she hasn’t fully shared with anyone but you.

Later, during a quieter moment, you find her standing by the SUVs in the parking lot, her back to the building. Her fingers worry the strap of her holster, a nervous habit she doesn’t even realize she’s doing.

You approach slowly, your footsteps pulling her from her thoughts. She looks up, her expression softening slightly when her eyes meet yours.

“Hey,” you say, your voice gentle as you step closer.

She doesn’t speak immediately, but she doesn’t resist when you slide your hand into hers, offering her an anchor.

“I hate this case,” she finally admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not just the kids. It’s the way the unsub thinks they’re doing the right thing. That they’re justified.”

You nod, squeezing her hand lightly. “It’s awful. But we’ll find them, Emily. You’ll find them.”

Her jaw clenches, and for a moment, you think she’s going to argue, but then she exhales a shaky breath and nods. “I hope so,” she murmurs.

Her hand tightens around yours, grounding herself in your touch. It’s a stolen moment, brief but powerful, as she lets herself lean into you. The team doesn’t need to see this—the way she recharges herself in the quiet moments you share.

“You okay?” you ask softly, your free hand brushing a strand of hair from her face.

Her eyes meet yours, and though the exhaustion is clear, there’s gratitude there too. “I will be,” she says, her voice steadier now.

You stand there together for a little longer, the weight of the case momentarily lighter between you. It’s enough to remind her—and you—that she’s not in this alone.

The tension in the room was electric as the team pieced together the final parts of the unsub’s profile. Spencer’s rapid-fire monologue laid out the psychological motivations, each word building up a picture of the unsub.

“The unsub’s fixation stems from a personal history of perceived neglect,” he explained, his hands moving animatedly as he spoke. “They’re projecting their own experiences onto these children and making judgment calls based on fleeting observations. The perceived neglect—a single-parent household, a sibling as a caretaker—is triggering their need to intervene.”

“They’re likely observing the children over time,” JJ added. “The unsub is targeting families that seem chaotic or unconventional from the outside, but these are often normal, loving homes. They’re misinterpreting moments—like a parent raising their voice in public or an older sibling looking overwhelmed—as signs of neglect.”

Emily’s arms were crossed tightly, her jaw set in a way you recognized. She was focused, determined, and more emotionally invested than she’d ever admit in front of the team.

“What we’ve seen so far suggests they’re escalating,” JJ added, her voice heavy with concern. “They’ve gone from abducting children every few weeks to every few days. If we don’t move fast, there’s going to be another victim.”

“Garcia, do we have anything on their potential location?” Hotch’s voice cut through the discussion with its usual authority.

Garcia’s fingers flew across her keyboard, her eyes scanning through reams of property records, utility bills, and work schedules for any anomaly that might point to a suspect. “I’m narrowing down properties owned or rented by individuals with ties to these areas," she said, her voice tense but determined. "I’m looking for someone whose daily routine brings them into contact with children in these areas—a school bus driver, a delivery person, someone who works near parks or schools. Those interactions might be how they observed the kids." She glanced at the screen. "Cross-referencing every property associated with individuals fitting the profile within a fifty-mile radius of the abduction sites. Hang tight, my loves, I’ll have something soon."

Moments later, her screen lit up with a match. "Okay, I’ve got something. George Lyman, 38 years old, works as a postal carrier in the targeted areas. His route regularly takes him through neighbourhoods where each of the victims lived. He’s single, no criminal record, but… oh." Garcia paused, her tone shifting. "He has a history of child protective services reports from his own childhood. His parents were flagged multiple times for physical and emotional abuse, but every time George ran away, he was returned to them. There are records of repeated visits by social workers, but nothing was ever done to remove him from the home.”

Emily’s face darkened. “So he sees himself in these kids, believes he’s saving them.”

Hotch nodded. “That fits with the profile. What else do we have on him?”

“He rents a farmhouse just outside town,” Garcia continued. “It’s isolated and matches the description of the type of location we’ve been looking for. I’m sending you the address now.”

You caught Emily’s eye across the room. The exhaustion in her face was mirrored in your own, but beneath it, you saw the same resolve. You gave her a small nod, and she returned it—just a fraction, but it was enough to steady you both.

The drive to the farmhouse was tense. Emily sat beside you, her leg bouncing with restless energy. She’d barely spoken since the briefing, and you knew better than to press her. Instead, you let your pinky brush hers on the console between you, a silent reassurance. She glanced at you briefly, the corners of her mouth twitching in a ghost of a smile, before turning her focus back to the road ahead.

The farmhouse loomed in the distance, its silhouette stark against the darkening sky. The team split into pairs, surrounding the property. You were with Emily, your weapons drawn as you moved toward the back entrance.

“Ready?” you whispered.

She nodded, her jaw tightening. “Let’s do this.”

The door creaked open under Emily’s firm push, revealing a dimly lit interior that smelled of damp wood and decay. You swept the first room together, clearing it quickly before moving deeper into the house. Upstairs, muffled voices and a child’s cry sent a chill down your spine.

Emily held up a hand, signalling you to pause. She leaned toward you, her voice barely audible. “They’re up there. We need to be careful.”

You nodded, your heart hammering in your chest. Together, you ascended the stairs, each step deliberate and silent. At the top, you found yourselves in a long hallway, the sound of the child’s cries growing louder. Emily gestured to the farthest door, and you both moved toward it.

Hotch’s voice came through your comm. “We’ve cleared the lower level. The house is empty except for one suspect. Any sign of the child?”

Emily responded quietly, “We’re about to breach a room on the second floor. Stand by.”

You reached the door and exchanged a glance with her. This was it. Emily counted down with her fingers, and on three, you burst into the room together.

The room was small, its walls covered with old wallpaper curling at the edges. A man stood in the center, his grip tight on a terrified boy’s arm. The child, no older than eight, was trembling, his tear-streaked face pale with fear.

“FBI!” Emily shouted, her voice commanding. “Drop the weapon and let the boy go!”

The unsub’s eyes were wild, darting between you and Emily. He clutched a knife in his free hand, the blade trembling as much as his fingers. “You don’t understand,” he said, his voice cracking. “I’m saving him.”

“Saving him from what?” you asked, keeping your voice calm. “He needs his family. Whatever you think you’re doing, this isn’t the way to help.”

The unsub shook his head violently. “No one cared about me! No one ever cared! They won’t care about him either!��

Emily took a slow, careful step forward, her gun still trained on the man. “George, listen to me. You’re scared, and you’re hurting, but this isn’t the answer. Look at him—he’s just a child. You can’t make him go through what you did.”

For a moment, something flickered in George’s eyes—hesitation, maybe even regret. His grip on the knife faltered, his hand trembling. But then, in an instant, he pulled the boy closer, the blade pressing against the child’s neck.

“Stay back!” George screamed, his voice breaking. “Don’t make me do this!”

Your heart raced as you saw the terror in the boy’s eyes. Emily’s voice remained steady, though you could hear the edge of desperation in it. “You don’t have to do this, George. Put the knife down, and we’ll talk. No one else has to get hurt.”

The standoff stretched into agonizing seconds, every muscle in your body coiled and ready to move. You caught Emily’s eye, and she gave the slightest nod—silent confirmation of the plan forming between you.

In a swift motion, Emily fired, her shot hitting George’s shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. The knife clattered to the floor as George cried out in pain, his grip on the boy loosening. You didn’t hesitate, lunging forward and pulling the child into your arms, shielding him as Emily rushed to subdue the unsub.

“It’s okay,” you whispered to the boy, your voice gentle as you held him close. “You’re safe now. We’ve got you.”

The boy clung to you, his small hands gripping your shirt as he sobbed uncontrollably. You crouched on the floor with him, your body positioned protectively between him and the rest of the room.

Emily secured George with practiced efficiency, her jaw tight as she snapped the handcuffs into place. She glanced over at you and the boy, her expression softening ever so slightly when she saw you murmuring reassurances to him.

The rest of the team arrived moments later, the tension in the room finally breaking as Hotch and Morgan took over. Emily walked over to you, crouching beside you and the boy.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice a stark contrast to the authority she’d wielded moments ago. “You’re safe now. Can you tell me your name?”

The boy hiccupped through his tears. “E-Evan,” he managed.

Emily smiled gently. “Evan, you’re so brave. We’re going to take you home, okay?”

He nodded, his grip on you loosening just enough for Emily to brush a comforting hand over his back.

As the team began to clear the scene and escort George out, you stayed with Evan, his small frame still trembling against yours. Emily stood, giving you a brief but meaningful look before stepping away to help the others.

You held Evan a little tighter, feeling the weight of his fear and relief as if it were your own. In that moment, nothing else mattered but making sure he felt safe.

The boy, Evan, was safely in the hands of the paramedics now, his sobs slowly subsiding as he clung to one of the responders. The team had the unsub secured, and the farmhouse was already being cleared. You felt a wave of exhaustion wash over you as you watched them lead Evan to safety, but it wasn’t over yet.

“Good job, everyone,” Hotch said, his voice steady, even in the aftermath. “Let’s wrap this up.”

The drive back home was quiet, the weight of the case still hanging heavy in the air. You sat beside Emily, your fingers brushing occasionally, the small touches speaking volumes. She was focused on the road, her jaw tense, but you could see the weariness in her eyes. You didn’t speak, neither of you needed to, but your proximity was a comfort—a grounding force amid the chaos of the case.

By the time you made it to your shared apartment, the evening had settled into a quiet calm, but the emotions of the day were far from gone. You both stepped out of the SUV, the cool night air feeling sharper now as it hit your skin. Without a word, you walked side by side into the building, up to your apartment, and inside.

The door clicked shut behind you, and just like that, the quiet of the apartment surrounded you both, cutting through the exhaustion that clung to your bones.

Emily didn’t say anything. She simply kicked off her shoes, then reached for you, pulling you into a tight embrace. Her arms were strong, but there was something softer about this moment—more raw than you’d seen in her before. It was as if she couldn’t bear to let go of you, even for a second.

Then she leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek. Her kiss took you by surprise—intimate and urgent. It was as if she was trying to erase the horror of the day with the press of her lips to yours. You didn’t resist. You couldn’t. Instead, you melted into it, letting the heat of her touch seep into your very soul.

Her arms wound around your waist, pulling you closer, until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. Your hands found their way to her hair, tangling in the soft strands as the kiss grew deeper, more desperate. It was a kiss filled with fear and anger, but also with a fierce love and a need to be connected—to be human.

Without breaking away, you both stumbled into the bedroom. The door clicked shut, cutting off the outside world, leaving just the two of you. You didn’t bother with the lights, the moon casting enough of a glow through the windows to navigate the room. Her hands were everywhere—on your neck, your back, sliding down to your ass—and you could feel the urgency in every touch, as if she was trying to claim you as her own.

Emily’s strength was surprising as she hoisted you onto the bed. You felt your breath hitch as she looked down at you, a wild hunger burning in her gaze. You could see the need etched on her features, the same need echoing in your own chest. It was raw, animalistic, and you craved it like a drug.

Her hands moved to the buttons of your shirt, deftly undoing them one by one. Each button released cool air against your skin, causing goosebumps to break out. She took her time, kissing each inch of exposed flesh as if she were worshipping it, her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The fabric parted to reveal your bra, and she took a moment to simply look at you, her eyes darkening with desire.

Emily’s fingertips danced along the lace, tracing the edge of your bra before gently pushing the fabric up to reveal your breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it in a slow, tantalizing dance that had you arching off the bed. The sensation was exquisite, and you couldn’t help but moan, your hands fisting in the sheets. Her other hand found its way to your waistband, and she began to unbuckle your belt with an agonizing slowness that made you want to scream in frustration.

Her kisses travelled down your torso, each one more urgent than the last. She kissed your stomach, her breath tickling the sensitive skin, and you felt your abs clench in anticipation. As she reached the button of your pants, she paused, her eyes meeting yours. You nodded, giving her the silent go-ahead, your body aching for her touch.

Your pants fell away, revealing the simple cotton panties that were already damp with need. Emily’s gaze was intense, her pupils dilated with desire. Her hand reached out, tracing the waistband of your underwear with the back of her fingers before she hooked them and slowly began to pull them down.

Her eyes were focused as the fabric slid over your hips, exposing the wetness that had gathered between your legs. You watched her face, the hunger in her expression unmistakable. It sent a thrill through you, a heady mix of desire and power, knowing you could do this to her.

Emily’s fingertips brushed over your inner thighs, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. You spread your legs wider, silently begging for her touch. She didn’t make you wait long. With a soft, almost reverent sigh, she reached down and parted your folds with the tips of her fingers. You gasped as she touched you, the sensation of her skin against yours sending heat through your core.

Her touch was gentle at first—exploratory. She traced the length of your slit, her fingertips slipping through your slickness and circling your clit with maddening precision. Your hips rocked upward, seeking more pressure, but she took her time, her eyes studying your reactions. Each touch was calculated, a silent exploration of what you liked, what you needed.

Then, her fingers entered you, sliding in smoothly. You bit your lip to stifle a moan as she began to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that had you panting. Her thumb found your clit, stroking it in time with the movement of her fingers. It was a sweet agony, the anticipation of what was to come building with every second that passed.

She brought her mouth to your pussy, her tongue swiping over your clit with a gentle touch that had you trembling. She took her time, savouring every part of you, and when she finally closed her lips around the sensitive bud, you couldn’t hold back the gasp.

Her suckling grew more intense, each pull sending shockwaves through your body. Her teeth grazed you gently, not quite biting, but adding an edge to the pleasure that had you digging your nails into the bedspread. Emily’s hand gripped your thigh, holding you in place as she explored your depths, her fingers moving in tandem with her mouth.

As the tension grew, you felt your body begin to quiver. You reached down to stroke her hair, needing to feel connected to her in every way possible. She took your cue, increasing her pace, her tongue flicking against your clit with a rhythm that had your toes curling. Your breathing grew ragged, your moans echoing through the room.

Emily’s own need was palpable. You could see it in the way her hips began to rock back and forth, grinding her core against the edge of the bed. She was so focused on bringing you pleasure that she forgot about herself. But you weren’t going to let that happen.

With trembling hands, you reached down and pulled Emily up onto the bed. Her body was a warm, solid weight against you. You both needed this—needed to feel each other, needed to be close.

You began to kiss her again, but this time, you were the one in charge. Your hands moved to her shirt, slipping it off her shoulders and down her arms, revealing her bare skin to the cool air. Her bra followed, and you took a moment to just look at her—her perfect breasts, the rosy tips of her nipples standing at attention.

Your tongue darted out, tracing the outline of one erect peak before closing your mouth around it. Emily gasped, her head falling back, and you took advantage, sucking gently as you teased the sensitive flesh. You felt her hands in your hair, her nails digging into your scalp as she pulled you closer, her hips bucking against you.

Your hands moved to her breasts, cupping the soft mounds before squeezing them firmly. Your thumbs flicked over the tightened buds, eliciting whimpers that only spurred you on. You could feel her nipples pebbled against your palms, the sensation sending jolts of desire straight to your own core. Emily’s breath grew shallower, her body arching towards you as you played her like an instrument.

With a sudden, urgent need to feel all of her, you slid your hand down her stomach, over the waistband of her pants. Your fingers worked the button and zipper with surprising dexterity, given how much your own hands were shaking. You pushed the fabric down, her underwear following, revealing her bare sex.

Emily’s thighs parted slightly, an unspoken invitation that you couldn’t resist. You gripped her thighs firmly, spreading her wider as you leaned in to taste her. Your tongue darted out, lapping up the wetness that had pooled at her entrance.

Her hips jerked in response, a soft whine escaping her as you found her clit, swollen and begging for attention. You took it into your mouth, sucking gently before swirling your tongue around it, feeling it pulse against you. Her legs quivered around your head, and you knew you had her exactly where you wanted her.

Your fingers slid into her, curling slightly to hit that spot inside that always made her moan. The sound was music to your ears, a symphony of need and desire that had you pressing harder, moving faster. Emily’s breath was coming in short gasps now, her body tightening with every stroke.

The two of you were a captivating mess—half-clothed and carelessly undone, tangled together on the bed in a chaotic, feverish embrace, completely consumed by desire. Emily’s eyes never left yours as you pleasured her, her gaze a blend of passion and something deeper—gratitude, perhaps, for this brief reprieve from the horrors of the case.

Her hips rolled against your mouth, and you knew she was close. You doubled your efforts, desperate to make her cum, to show her that amidst the chaos, she was cherished, loved. You added a second finger, curling them inside her in a come-hither motion that had her back bowing off the bed.

Emily’s breath grew ragged, her eyes squeezed shut as she whispered your name. You could feel her body tighten around your fingers, her muscles clenching as the first waves of her orgasm began to crash over her. You didn’t let up, your mouth working her clit, your other hand sliding up to pinch her nipple, twisting just enough to send sparks of painful pleasure shooting through her.

“Cum for me, Em,” you murmured against her folds, the vibration of your voice sending another tremor through her body. “Let go, baby.”

Emily’s eyes snapped open, meeting yours, and you could see the need there, the desperation in her gaze. You didn’t stop your relentless rhythm, didn’t ease up on her clit. You needed her to release, to feel the shattering pleasure that you knew was just out of reach.

Then, you began to hum—a low, steady vibration that resonated against her sensitive flesh. It was all it took. Her body went rigid, and then she was cumming, her orgasm ripping through her like a storm. Her cries filled the room, her hips jerking wildly against your face as you held her through it, her muscles pulsing around your fingers.

It was a beautiful sight—Emily’s release, raw and unbridled. You felt a sense of accomplishment, a fierce satisfaction at being the one to give it to her. But even as the first orgasm subsided, you didn’t stop. You knew her body, knew that with the right touches, you could coax more from her.

Your tongue remained on her clit, flicking gently through the aftershocks. Emily’s hips rolled, and you knew she was trying to pull away, to catch her breath, but you held her firm, keeping the pressure steady. It didn’t take much—just a few more strokes before she was gasping again, her body responding to your relentless pursuit of her pleasure.

Her second orgasm hit her like a surprise attack, stealing the breath from her lungs. She bucked against you, her pussy fluttering around your fingers. You groaned against her, the vibration of your voice sending another jolt through her.

Emily’s hands were in your hair now, her nails scraping at your scalp, holding you in place. You felt the tension in her thighs as she rode the waves of pleasure, her breath coming in panting gasps. You didn’t let up, your tongue and fingers working in tandem to milk every last drop of ecstasy from her trembling body.

As the second orgasm began to subside, you slowly pulled back, kissing your way up her body. You could feel her pulse beneath your lips, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. You looked into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort, but all you saw was a desperate hunger that mirrored your own.

Without a word, she rolled you over, her body straddling yours. Her hands found your face, pulling it closer until your mouths collided in a kiss that was as fiery as it was tender. She kissed you as if she were trying to consume you, her tongue delving into your mouth with an urgency that was almost desperate.

Emily’s hips began to move, grinding into yours with a rhythm that was both seductive and demanding. You could feel the heat of her core against yours, the wetness of her desire coating your skin. Your own need grew, your body responding instinctively to the pressure of hers.

Without breaking the kiss, you shifted, aligning your bodies so that your clits met. The sensation was electric, sending bolts of pleasure through your core. You moaned into her mouth, your legs locking together as you began to rock back and forth.

The wet sound of skin against skin grew louder, punctuating the air with each movement. Your hips rolled together in a sensual dance, the friction building between you. The pressure was exquisite, the feeling of her body against yours setting off sparks that threatened to ignite a wildfire.

You wrapped your arms around her, your hands finding purchase on her toned back as she ground into you. Your own hips met hers thrust for thrust, each movement bringing you closer to the edge. The scent of your combined arousal filled the room, a musky perfume that was intoxicating.

Her hips picked up speed, the friction between you growing more intense. You could feel the slickness of your desire as it coated your thighs, a testament to how badly you needed this release. Emily’s breath was hot against your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she nipped and kissed her way down to your collarbone.

You both were so wet, the sound of your bodies sliding against each other filled the room. Your clits swollen and sensitive, the constant pressure sending waves of pleasure through your bodies. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her closer, the heat of her breasts pressing into yours.

Emily’s hands slid down to your ass, gripping you firmly as she ground her hips into yours. The sensation was overwhelming, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your body with every movement. Your own hips matched hers, the rhythm becoming more frenzied as you both chased the peak of your climax.

“You’re so wet for me, sweet girl,” she murmured against your neck, her voice a low growl of approval. The words sent a shiver of submission that you had desperately craved. You arched into her touch, your body begging for more.

Emily’s kiss grew more demanding, her tongue delving into your mouth as if she could taste your need. You could feel the tremble in her own body, the aftershocks of her recent orgasm still resonating through her. But she wasn’t done with you yet.

With a sudden shift, she pulled away, her eyes dark with intent. “Be a good girl and make me cum one more time,” she breathed, the words sending a new wave of lust through you. You nodded, eager to give her what she wanted, eager to feel her come apart in your arms again.

“I plan on getting my strap out and breeding you tonight, sweetheart,” Emily whispered in your ear, the promise of dominance in her voice sending a thrill through you. Your eyes widened at her words, the excitement of the turn in your intimate moment making your heart race.

With a sudden surge of need, your hips bucked against hers, your body desperately seeking the release that was just out of reach. Emily’s eyes lit up with approval, her grip on you tightening as she held you in place. “Looks like you want it as badly as I do,” she said with a smirk, her voice low and husky with desire.

You nodded, unable to form coherent words as you felt the pressure building again. Emily’s own hips began to rock, her movements more deliberate and forceful as she matched your rhythm. The feeling of her clit grinding against yours was heavenly, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. You could feel the heat from her core, the wetness of her desire, and it only made you want more.

The sound of her moans grew louder, filling the room. They were sweet and needy, urging you to give her what she craved. You responded in kind, your own sounds of pleasure mingling with hers. Each gasp, each whimper was a symphony of desire that spurred you onward.

Her hips rocked faster, the slickness of your arousal making it easier for her to glide against you. You could feel the tension coil tight in your stomach, your legs trembling with the effort to keep up. Your body was a live wire, ready to snap at any moment.

Emily’s moans grew louder, the sound of her pleasure pushing you closer and closer to your own release. Your own breath came in pants and gasps, your nails digging into the flesh of her back as you held on for dear life. You felt her get wetter, her movements growing more erratic as she approached climax.

“Cum for me, Emily, please,” you begged, the words spilling from your mouth like a prayer. The need to hear her fall apart, to feel her body convulse with pleasure was overwhelming. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, and you knew she was close.

With a few hard, desperate thrusts, you pushed against her, the friction between your bodies reaching a fever pitch. Emily’s hips stuttered, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. And then, she was there—her body tightening against yours, her cries filling the room as she shuddered with release.

The moment she came, you felt it—a rush of wetness that soaked the sheets beneath you. You couldn’t help but moan at the sensation, your own climax just a breath away. Emily’s eyes snapped open, and she stared down at you with a fierce hunger.

Then, she broke away, reaching for the bedside drawer. You watched as she pulled out a harness and a silicone dildo. The sight of it sent a thrill through you, a mix of excitement and trepidation. She looked into your eyes, her own alight with something primal.

“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” Emily growls. It was a dark promise, a fantasy that sent a shiver down your spine. The words alone were enough to make your pussy throb with anticipation.

The harness was strapped around her hips, the dildo jutting out like an extension of her. She leaned over you, the tip brushing against your wetness, and you felt your body respond instinctively, your hips rising to meet it.

Emily took hold of your hips, her grip firm and commanding. You watched as she positioned the toy at your entrance. Then, with a single, powerful thrust, she plunged into your wet heat.

You cried out in pleasure, the feeling of fullness overwhelming you as she claimed you. Your eyes squeezed shut, and you couldn’t help but let your head fall back into the pillow, your body arching up to meet her. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by your gasps and her growls of effort.

Emily’s eyes bore into yours, the intensity of her gaze making your heart race. “You’re mine,” she murmured, her voice low and possessive. “You’re going to carry my baby.”

The words hung in the air, coloured with desire and dominance. It was a heady mix, and you found yourself nodding, eager to submit to her every whim. The thought of being filled by her, of carrying a piece of her inside you, was intoxicating.

“Yes, Em,” you babbled out, your voice trembling with need. “I want it—please, take me, make me yours. I want to be filled with you, to carry your baby. Make me feel it, all of it. Don’t stop.”

Emily’s eyes blazed with desire, her pupils blown out. She leaned down, her breasts brushing against yours, and whispered, “You’re going to be so full, my love. Everyone will know you’re mine, that you’re carrying my child.”

With that, she began to move in earnest, setting a steady pace that had you whimpering. Each thrust filled you completely, the girth of the toy stretching your walls and hitting that spot inside that made your toes curl. Your hands clutched at her shoulders, your nails digging in as you tried to keep up with the sensations that were crashing over you like waves.

Her hips moved in a relentless rhythm, the dildo sliding in and out of you with ease. The room was filled with the sounds of your muffled cries and the slick sound of her movements. You could feel yourself building, your body responding to the eroticism of her words and actions.

Emily lifted one of your legs, changing the angle and hitting you deeper, harder. The sudden shift in sensation had you crying out, your hand flying to cover your mouth to keep the noise from escaping. Your eyes watered as she stared down at you, her expression one of pure determination.

Then, she grabbed your wrist, her grip surprisingly firm, and pulled your hand away from your mouth. "Don't you dare stifle those pretty little sounds," she demanded, a dark smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I want the neighbours to hear how good I’m making you feel," Emily growled, the feral sound sending a shiver down your spine. She pulled out almost all the way before slamming back into you, the force of her thrust making the bed frame shake. Your moan was loud, echoing through the apartment, and you felt a thrill knowing that anyone close by could hear the unmistakable sounds of your passion.

Her hips picked up speed, the slap of her thighs against yours growing louder. Each thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you found yourself letting go, moaning louder and louder, the sounds bouncing off the walls.

Emily’s grip on your hips tightened as she pulled you down onto her silicone cock, the friction building between your bodies. She was relentless, her movements powerful and possessive. You could feel yourself getting wetter, the sound of your slickness mingling with your cries of pleasure.

Her other hand found its way to your throat, not squeezing but rather holding you in place as she claimed you. The dominance was intoxicating, and you found yourself leaning into it, your body begging for more.

As Emily’s strokes grew more intense, so did her words, whispered into your ear like dark promises. "You’re going to carry my baby," she repeated, her voice a mix of a command and a desperate plea. "You’re going to be so full of me, so ripe with life."

The thought sent you spiralling, your body responding in kind. You felt your orgasm building, the pressure in your core tightening with each thrust. "Yes, Emily," you moaned, your voice breaking. "I want it—want to be filled with you, to carry your baby."

Her eyes lit up with triumph at your words, her movements growing even more frenzied. She leaned down, her teeth grazing your neck as she whispered, "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?" It was a question, but there was no doubt in her tone.

You nodded, unable to form words as the pleasure mounted, threatening to overwhelm you. Emily's grip on your throat tightened slightly, a silent command to look at her as she took you over the edge. Your eyes widened as your climax approached your body tightening around the silicone cock.

"Emily, please," you managed to choke out, the desperation in your voice clear. "I need to feel you cum in me."

Her eyes darkened at the words, and she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your skin. "You want it that badly?" she whispered, her hips grinding into you.

You could only nod, the anticipation of her release almost too much to bear. Emily’s eyes searched yours, a silent question before she leaned down and whispered, "You’re going to feel every drop of me filling you up, baby. You’re going to be so full."

Her words sent you over the edge. Your orgasm was intense, your vision swimming with stars as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you. You could feel Emily’s own excitement in her tightened grip, her hips moving faster as she watched you come apart beneath her. It was as if your pleasure fuelled hers, her thrusts becoming more urgent, more demanding.

As your climax subsided, she leaned in to kiss you, her breath ragged and her eyes bright with desire. But she didn’t stop moving, the toy still buried deep inside you. The feeling of fullness remained, a delicious reminder of your shared fantasy.

Emily’s kisses grew more tender, her movements slowing to a gentle rocking that kept the pleasure simmering without letting it boil over again. Each thrust was deliberate, drawing out every sensation, making you feel cherished and owned. It was a tender domination that made you melt into the mattress beneath her.

With surprising grace, she shifted your positions so that you were both laying on your sides, the silicone cock still buried deep within you. Your legs tangled together, her hand still resting on your throat, but now with a gentle, soothing pressure that was a contrast to the intensity of moments ago. Her thumb brushed your jawline, turning your face towards her, her eyes searching yours.

Then, she leaned in and captured your lips in a slow, sensual kiss. It was a kiss filled with everything unsaid, everything felt but not voiced. Her tongue danced with yours, a dance that was both sweet and demanding.

The kiss lingered, slower now but just as intense, a way to ground yourselves after the chaos of the case. Emily’s hands slid over your back, holding you close, and you let yourself sink into her, feeling the tension in your body finally ease. The weight of everything—the long hours, the children’s faces, the endless cycle of chasing darkness—seemed to lift with each shared breath.

When the high broke, it was like coming up for air after being submerged for too long. Both of you stilled, breathless and spent, bodies still tangled together as the energy between you shifted into something gentler, softer. Emily rested her head on your shoulder, her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, as though letting go might bring the world crashing back in. Her fingers moved absently along your skin, a grounding motion more for her than for you.

You turned slightly to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. Her dark eyes met yours, no longer guarded. There was a softness in her expression she rarely let anyone see—a vulnerability reserved for you alone. It was a part of Emily she kept locked away, buried beneath layers of composure and strength, but here, in the quiet of your shared sanctuary, she let you see it.

“I needed that,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her exhaustion. “I needed you.”

Your heart ached at the honesty in her words, and you reached out, running a hand along her arm. “I’m here,” you said simply but with conviction. “I’m always here, Emily.”

She sighed, her body sinking further against yours as though your words had given her permission to let go. “It’s just… too much sometimes,” she murmured, her voice cracking slightly. “The cases, the victims, the choices we have to make. I keep it together out there, but when it’s over, it feels like it’s all going to crush me.”

Your chest tightened at her admission. Emily rarely talked about the toll the job took on her—not with anyone else, not even with the team. But with you, she let the walls come down, piece by piece. You cupped her face gently, guiding her to meet your gaze.

“It doesn’t have to crush you,” you said, your tone soft but firm. “You don’t have to carry it alone. Let me help. Lean on me, Emily. Please.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might push back, but then her face crumpled just slightly, and she nodded. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “You’re the only one I can… let this out with.”

“You won’t have to find out,” you assured her, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got you.”

Emily’s hand settled on your hip, her thumb brushing lazily against your skin. The tension that had held her body rigid for hours finally began to ebb. She exhaled slowly, her breath warm against your neck, as though releasing the weight she had carried all day.

For a long while, neither of you spoke, the room quiet except for the sound of your breathing. The case, the emotions, the burden of it all—it wasn’t gone, but it felt lighter now. You could feel it in the way her body relaxed against yours, the way her hand stopped fidgeting and simply rested on you, the way her breathing evened out.

You pulled her closer, holding her as tightly as she held you, grounding her in the present. “You’re safe,” you murmured softly. “We’re safe. Just us.”

Emily lifted her head slightly, her dark eyes meeting yours again. The gratitude in her expression was so raw, so unguarded, it made your breath catch. She leaned in and kissed you again—not out of passion, but something deeper. It was a kiss of trust, of love, of everything she couldn’t quite put into words but poured into you all the same.

When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours, her fingers tangling with yours. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice steadier now.

“You don’t have to thank me,” you replied, brushing your thumb over her knuckles. “This is what we do for each other. I’m here, Emily. I always will be.”

She smiled faintly, the first genuine smile you’d seen from her since the case had started. “I’m holding you to that.”

“You should,” you teased lightly, earning a soft laugh from her. It was quiet, but it was real, and it was everything.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other. No barriers, no walls, just the safety of knowing you didn’t have to face the world alone. And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

[littlegodzilla]

Could you please write and Alpha!Daryl Dixon and him finding out that teh Omega!Reader is his truemate? Fluffy and smutty please?

Hi Anon!!

Did you say Alpha!Daryl? Hell yeah!! I'm in!!

I hope you don't mind if I use Daryl from season 2-3 I love him so much and I think he is perfect for a quite dominant Alpha but at the same time soft and protective. And I miss this Daryl if I have to be honest🤭🤭

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing!!

Soulmates.

Alpha!DarylDixon x Omega!FemReader.

Anon request.

Warnings: Fluff. Smut. ABO dynamics. Heat.

Words: 7000 (oops sorry...)

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @srhxpci @darylsgarden @xxtinasxxblog

Daryl is confused.

You're always on his mind. Even if he doesn't try, there is always some thought in his mind for you. He can't understand why. You aren't special. You're no different than the other women in the group.

Yet your scent always gives him goosebumps.

Since he arrived with his brother Mel to the Atlanta group, something was different with you. Several male Alphas predominated who soon made their place in the group clear, Merle and Daryl were also Alphas, headstrong, dominant and territorial, but in the situation they were in it was unnecessary to start a confrontation with the group.

Shane, Ed, Dale and T-Dog were Alphas, younger, older, more impulsive or wiser, they balanced the group, Andrea was also an Alpha female along with Jacqui. Lori Grimes along with Carol, Morales' wife and Sophia were Omegas but being bonded their essences were weaker, plus Sophia was a girl who had not even entered her first heat. Glenn, Amy, Carl, Jim... they were Betas with a neutral scent.

And then there was you.

You were neutral, your scent was faint, barely detectable, like just another Beta, yet you had that touch, that little scent that got Daryl to always keep an eye on you. Daryl had always tried to be a less dominant Alpha, he had lived in his own skin, his own mother being dominated by his father, desperate for his essence as an Alpha. He'd always heard from his mother that they were destined, that they were soul mates.

Daryl has never believed that about the destined pair, the Alpha and Omega bonded.

No, not after seeing how his father mistreated his mother and themselves.

Yet there was something about you that always kept him on his toes. At first you didn't have much trust, you were always hanging around the group of women, taking care of chores, Daryl would go off with his brother to hunt, to bring food for everyone, but when Merle disappeared, when you left camp to go all the way to the CDC for help, you and Daryl shared his truck. At first the conversation didn't flow from either of you, Daryl looked at you absentmindedly as he drove, gradually the conversation flowed between you, you even laughed despite the whole situation, saying goodbye to Jim was hard and once again plunged the trip into an intense silence. One that was enough for Daryl to assure himself that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to you, that he would fight to protect you even if it was from himself.

He delivered as best he could, he got you out of the CDC alive and came back for you when T-Dog told him you were left behind with Andrea. He didn't think twice, he skidded the bike on the dirt floor and went back to the farm looking for you. He couldn't leave you there.

He couldn't lose you. For some reason, his mind wouldn't let him, he felt something tearing at him inside but he didn't know what.

It took you eight months to find a place where you could feel safe again. Daryl couldn't confidently say that it was home, but with a pregnant woman about to give birth, it was better than nothing. After eight months of wandering that prison provided security, you managed to enter the outer courtyard and Rick was planning to take over at least one of the blocks, but first the group had to regain strength.

Daryl keeps turning his mind over, he can't stop thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. He sighs and becomes alert as soon as he senses Carol's presence trying to climb onto the bus he is standing guard on. The Alpha helps her up and she holds out a plate of food.

"It's not much, but otherwise you would have run out..."

"Little Shane has a good appetite." He mumbles wolfing down what's on the plate using his hands as a fork.

"Don't be mean..." Carol whispers, but a knowing chuckle escapes her. "How are you? Since we left the farm you seem distracted."

There's that innate Omega instinct. Daryl can sense her scent, since she lost her husband, Ed, she is now a lone Omega, she can be claimed again by another Alpha, yet her scent is faint, as if she is still bound to Ed in some way. Carol does not arouse in him the curiosity he feels with you, he considers her an equal, he has even begun to appreciate her as a friend, wanting to protect her from his pain, from the loss of his daughter, but nothing more. Through his mind goes the idea of talking to her about what is happening to him. Perhaps by putting it out loud he will feel somewhat less confused.

"Ya... Have ya noticed anything strange with her?" he murmurs, shaking his head pointing at you absentmindedly, you are in the circle with the others by the fire, oblivious to the conversation of your companions.

"Anything weird, what do you mean?"

"I-I dunno... I know she's a Beta, but her essence is..."

"Oh, I get it, maybe you should talk to her. Maybe you'd be surprised at the answer." Carol says cryptically, and it certainly doesn't help Daryl at all.

"I think... she doesn't feel very comfortable when I'm around..." He tries to excuse himself, Carol gives him a bored look and massages his shoulder wincing in pain. "Yer okay?"

"Yeah, it's my shoulder, with the recoil of the rifle, it's bothering me."

"Lemme." He tells her setting the plate aside and massages the woman's shoulder.

"Uhm how romantic." She jokes laughing when she hears Daryl snort in amusement and nervousness.

In between jokes and nervous laughter, Daryl and Carol get off the bus to meet up with the others. The Alpha is feeling a little calmer, he hasn't told the widow his troubles, but he feels better. He helps Carol off and his skin crawls with goosebumps as he senses your scent there, maybe you've overheard the conversation or maybe it's himself starting to hallucinate. He doesn't want to say anything, so he pretends not to smell you and they return to the group listening to Beth sing.

Daryl feels the prison falling on you like a tomb. You try to enter, the dead fall on you with hunger, in the kitchens of the block there are several prisoners who have survived, but some of them are hostile, you lose several companions, T Dog, Hershel must amputate a leg, Carol, Lori... Carl appears with a baby in his hands and Rick loses his head. Everything suddenly becomes chaos, but you have to think with a cool head, Hershel needs help, you have to keep an eye on the prisoners who have stayed with you, you have to keep an eye on Rick, that he doesn't do anything crazy and there is a little girl who needs to be fed as soon as possible.

"Not far from here there should be a supermarket, we saw the sign a few days ago while we were on the road." Glenn says and Maggie nods her head.

"We can't all go, there are cars all over the road." Maggie says in frustration, Daryl grunts chewing his lip nervously.

"I'll go, ya guys stay here, keep an eye on the prisoners, make sure Hershel is okay." He gives several directions and everyone seems compliant, he touches Beth's shoulder who as a young Omega her maternal instincts have kicked in and cares for the little baby. "Keep an eye on her, and Carl, he's lost his mother and if anythin'..."

"Don't worry, I'll handle it." She nods her head walking away back inside the pavilion. Daryl then grabs your hand and you turn around confused.

"Come with me." It's a command, but his voice is soft, calm, yet you can still feel it get under your skin making you shiver. "If we both go on the bike we can bring more stuff."

"Okay." You agree, but you sense something isn't quite right, Daryl's influence is affecting you more than it should.

The Alpha notices it too. He notices something different when you get on the bike, hugging you to his back, your scent has intensified, a sweet smell hits his nose, making him frown. Confused.

You don't make it to the mall Glenn told you about, Daryl turns off on another road finding a small town where there is a kindergarten, there it's much more likely that no one has looted what's inside than a mall. The motorcycle's engine purrs to a complete shutdown, Daryl positions the bike nicely and you let go of his waist.

"We'll check this place out first." Daryl says as you enter the kindergarten. "If we ain't find anythin' useful, drive to the mall."

You nod your head following his plan. Carefully the two of you enter the kindergarten in search of things for the little baby. You keep quiet every moment, you don't know if there might be any Walkers in there and you don't want to attract the attention of any more. The first room you enter gives you goose bumps. There are a bunch of drawings of different children, some hands with names on them, one in particular catches both of your attention "Sophia". You know that for Daryl it was a hard blow not to find the girl alive, he put his own life in danger for her. Now you understand many things, Daryl has been trying to be close to Carol since you left the camp, with Ed out of the picture, the Alpha was trying to claim her as his own, those little details with her proved your theory, plus the complicity between them. Now Carol was gone and Daryl seemed mortified by it. It hurts you to see him like this, but it hurts you even more to feel selfish. Daryl has caught your attention ever since he showed up at the camp with his brother, yet you've always shielded yourself from the Alphas, trying to be indifferent, to not make yourself noticed, but Daryl managed to seep through your skin and those little gestures, those little moments that showed you he would never be like his brother, those things made your feelings for him grow stronger.

Which reminds you...

"I'm going to the bathroom." You tell him when you see him open a drawer pulling out a bunch of diapers and some new bottles. "Maybe there's something in there for Hershel, we need clean bandages, antibiotics..."

"'kay, but be careful." He asks looking over his shoulder at you. You nod and walk away down the hall.

Actually your goal isn't medication to ease Hershel's pain. You need something for yourself. You open all the drawers, of course you take everything that might be useful, but you don't find what you're looking for.

"Come on..." You whisper, in your backpack you have no more, you need to find a full box. "Oh thank God." You gasp when you find it.

"What's that?" your heart stops when you hear Daryl's voice next to you.

The Alpha walks towards you, with two long strides he reaches you and snatches the pills out of your hand. His eyes widen and travel from you to the box and back to you. Omega hormone suppressants. Anger begins to bubble under his skin, everything makes sense now. His confusion with you, your different, but not too intense scent, your flighty looks.

"Yer an Omega..." He hisses angrily, you lower your head feeling his scent abruptly impose itself on you making you moan.

"I need them Daryl..." You tell him wanting them back, but Daryl abruptly pulls away.

"No." He roars throwing them to the ground, stomping on them angrily.

"No! No, Daryl, stop!" you try to stop him, but he grabs your neck pinning you against the wall. Nervousness and fear mix inside you with helplessness and anger.

"Ya ain't need that shit... Why are ya hidin' who ya 're?"

"Why?" there is irony and anger in your voice. "Because I'm an Omega, who was traveling alone, in a group with unclaimed Alpha men, I'm... I'm like a fucking bullseye. I wasn't going to let just anyone come up to me and touch me."

"That ain't gonna happen." Daryl assures you, releasing you and putting some distance between you.

"Oh no? Oscar and Axel are Alphas, Rick has lost his wife, but he's an Alpha too, you..."

"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to ya." He cuts off your words feeling his body tremble as he imagines himself with you.

"And how do you plan to do that?" you fold your arms, still angry, but you feel your heart racing.

"I'm gonna take care of ya. I won't let anyone touch ya, no one will hurt ya." He promises you, but his gaze flicks to the ground and his brow furrows as he looks back at you. "But ain't take that shit again." You can't add anything to defend yourself, Daryl turns away to continue on with your main mission.

The effect of the last suppressant you had taken wears off faster and faster, your real scent surfaces, sweet, smooth, a hint of cinnamon and peach that makes Daryl dizzy for an instant. He has never smelled anything like it before. His gaze is riveted on every move you make, you've reached the kitchen where you find powdered milk and the man has caught a possum. He has promised he won't let anyone hurt you.

But he isn't sure he can protect you from himself.

The journey to the prison is tense, every touch your bodies receive your skin tingles, now that you have nothing to quell your own instincts the closeness of the Alpha is harder for you to deal with. The same happens to Daryl, if he was already curious about you believing you to be a Beta, now his inner animal demands to study you closely, to learn your scent, to discover your heat cycle. And claim you.

Daryl stops the bike as you pass the massive prison gates and growls angrily when his mind throws that possibility at him. No, he's not going to do it. Because you don't want to belong to anyone, it's been made clear to him, you've been hiding from all of them so they'll leave you alone. You are clearly not interested in being anyone's Omega. Your essence doesn't go unnoticed by anyone, but it's clear that Glenn and Maggie already knew that. Now Daryl understands why you traveled with them to get drugs whenever they had to leave the farm.

Hershel awakens for a few moments from his unconscious state so that you all breathe a sigh of relief as he has not transformed, on the other hand, Maggie and you take care of preparing a bottle for the little girl who has no name yet, the baby travels from Beth's arms to her brother's and to Daryl. You are surprised when you see the archer hold the baby with great care, whispering soft words to keep her calm, cradling her in his arms, seeming to be afraid she might break at any moment, but he doesn't let go. Maggie gives him the bottle and Daryl doesn't hesitate to give it to her, the little one drinks hungrily mumbling in the arms of the man who smiles in a sincere way. His gaze travels between his companions before settling on you. His smile doesn't falter, but you both feel a shiver run through.

Seeing Daryl show up with Carol in his arms hurts. It hurts you more than you want to admit. Of course you're glad Carol is alive, you'd never say otherwise, but for a moment you believed Daryl's words when he said he'd take care of you. Now that the Omega is back with the group, you doubt very much that the Alpha has time to waste on you.

"Y'knew that, didn't ya?" Daryl asks Carol when they are left alone in the woman's cell.

"That she was an Omega girl? Of course I did." Carol is tired, a little dizzy and dehydrated still, but she knows her friend needs to talk.

"Why didn't ya tell me when I asked y' about her that night?"

"Because it wasn't my obligation. I didn't want to force your decision to claim her."

"She ain't want to be claimed." He mutters feeling the tips of his ears burn.

"Is that what she told you?"

"She was takin' suppressants, I think it's obvious that..."

"I think it's obvious you don't understand anything." She laughs a little but Daryl frowns. She didn't want to be claimed by just anyone, Daryl, the world for the Omegas has always been hostile, now add a world that has fallen apart and those few laws that kept us safe are no longer worth anything..." she explains and Daryl looks down understanding Carol's words.

"I ain't gonna let anythin' bad happen to her..." He whispers.

"I know." The woman smiles and closes her eyes feeling tired again.

Things at the prison slowly seem to be stabilizing again. Hershel is healed, with his crutches he is walking around the prison block and garden with no problems, the baby, Judith, is growing healthy and strong, you still have enough food for her, Carol has regained her strength and Rick has come to his senses. With each passing day it seems that this place can be called home, Rick has started work on a part of the garden to prepare a vegetable garden and an area for animals, to have some more food in case supplies start to run low. Oscar and Axel have made a place for themselves within the group, although there is some reluctance with them, but they have proven not to be very bad people. You and Daryl are back to where you were before your essence completely invaded his brain. The treatment between you is polite, there are fluent conversations and others perhaps more forced, you laugh and share some time taking care of Judith and Carl, but you have not talked about your condition again, about the suppressors. Even Rick was surprised when he discovered your true nature, but said nothing.

That morning you feel mortified. The change has started in the middle of the night. You began to feel the sweat building up on your body with increasing speed. The hot months are starting to take their toll, the prison is big but it's like a greenhouse, which makes the feeling more stifling. But you know it's not just that.

It's your heat.

You've been blocking it for months with the suppressants you were taking until Daryl forbade you to go on them and now your heat is hitting you hard. You feel your whole body tremble, your sore skin protests at the slightest touch. You have to get out of there, you're standing guard with Beth, you know she's not a threat, but you can't stay there, if you detect the scent of any of the Alphas inside the prison....

If they sense you...

Daryl startles on his cot, cold sweat runs down his back, he gasps looking around as he's not sure what's going on. There is something in the atmosphere that is weighing him down. He feels a strange warmth all over his body, an alarm screaming at him that something is wrong. He rises like a spring grabbing his crossbow, leaving the cell, he is walking down the stairs when he sees Carol also out of her own cabin, they share a glance and the woman nods her head. Daryl's heart skips a beat and he bolts out of the cellblock.

He freezes for a few seconds, the sun beating cruelly on his eyes, but when he is able to focus his eyes, he immediately discovers what it is that has him upset. Near the orchard Rick is preparing is you. Lying on the ground, trembling, panting, you hug yourself as if trying to control yourself. Oscar and Axel are getting closer to you and that disturbs the Alpha even more.

Instinctively he roars, his essence as a dominant Alpha is triggered. He raises his crossbow and fires one of his bolts at the two men. He does not intend to kill them, but the arrow crosses between the two men with a menacing hiss. They stop and turn to see him approaching at a slow but determined pace, his footsteps are heavy, he frowns and breathes heavily through his nose. The aura that envelops him is intense, dangerous, commanding. Daryl has never let his instincts go off like that, but he promised you he would protect you, and that's what he's going to do.

"Stay away from her." He growls in a hoarse voice as he reaches the two prisoners.

"She's an Omega, anyone has a right to claim her." Oscar speaks earning a death glare from the archer.

"Not anyone. She doesn't want to be claimed. Beat it."

"Look at her, she's wanting it." This time Axel speaks, Daryl's gaze goes to you, they are a few feet away still far away, they only see that you need to relieve your heat, Daryl sees your pain, your overexertion to control your heat, he sees the desperation, the rage, everything he felt when he watched his mother succumb to her instinct before his father. "She needs an Alpha to fuck her hard while marking her." Axel's voice reaches Daryl's ears again like a rasping whistle.

Axel is the same height as Daryl, Oscar is quite a bit taller, but the archer doesn't mind at all. He's ready to knock them both down if he has to. He clenches his fists ready to fight them, cuts them off towards you and growls once more.

"I told ya two to get the hell out... I won't say it again."

The two prisoners brace themselves, but before they can be conscious, Axel is knocked out on the ground and Oscar takes a punch to the chin that leaves him sitting on the ground. Daryl may not be that big, but he is agile and lethal. He snaps furiously before turning around ready to help you. He knows he has to get you out of there.

When he reaches you, your strong scent stuns him for an instant. His instinct wanting to take over. He feels his whole body screaming to put you against the ground and do what Axel has suggested before Daryl knocked him to the ground with one blow. He grunts, he can't do that. Controlling himself he leans into you touching your shoulder, you jump and groan, your skin hurts desperately looking for someone to ease your pain in the broadest sense of the word. Daryl feels goose bumps on his skin as soon as he makes contact with yours. The warmth you give off envelops him and your scent intoxicates him, but he knows you must be going through something similar.

"L-listen to me..." He says in a deep voice. "I'm gonna get ya out of here, can ya move?" he tries to be as rational as possible. You shake your head and hug him, trembling.

"H-Help me, Daryl, please..." You cry, feeling your whole body react to him.

"Believe me, I'm tryin', but ya ain't makin' it easy for me." He sniffles and bites his lip. "I'm gonna get ya up, I gotta carry ya to the bike." Again he tries to control himself as best he can, you crawl up until you are totally glued to him, that doesn't help him at all with his self control, but it does help him to lift you off the ground and carry you to his bike.

Hugging his body Daryl gets up from the ground with you in his arms, luckily his bike isn't too far away. Carefully he releases you so you can both get on the vehicle and he rests your hands on his waist.

"Hold on." He asks you but tenses when your hands land on his crotch. "Not there. I know it's hard, but try to control yerself." He asks you grunting as his own control is starting to fail.

"I'm sorry..." You whisper against the skin on the back of his neck and Daryl rips away from there.

He can't say he knows why he brought you here, he was just looking for a place where you could feel safe and before he is aware, you are in the kindergarten where you found everything you needed for Judith. Carefully he helps you off the bike, every rub or movement hurts and bothers you, the smell of the Alpha makes you dizzy and you feel your insides quiver, getting wetter, getting ready to receive him, but Daryl is not going to do any of that, you know that.

He's already made his choice.

He guides you to one of the empty rooms, grabs the children's mats, stuffed animals, some pillows and lays everything out in a hurried but orderly fashion. He is preparing a nest for you. He helps you settle into it and strangely you feel better, but when Daryl tries to move away, you hold him back with you.

"Don't go... don't leave me, please." You beg, hiding your face in his neck.

"I'm sorry, but I promised ya I would help ya and... I... I need to get away so I ain't hurt ya." He wants to make you understand, but you shake your head.

"Daryl, please...I need you." You cry against his shoulder, your body burning.

"Listen to me..." He tries to make his voice calm, but you don't listen. "Omega, listen to me." His presence suddenly changes, his authoritative voice, his instinct seeping inside your head causes you to come to. You look up at him with wide eyes and he leans his forehead against yours, relieved to see that you seem to react. "I have to go, at least until you calm down. If I stay I'll do something we'll regret later." He hones in and you close your eyes, a tear escapes from them but you nod.

"I-I understand... I'm sorry, Daryl..."

"I ain't gonna leave ya 'lone, I'll be back, but I gotta talk to Rick 'bout this, but I'll be back, okay? Just... try to lighten up a little." He says but he feels stupid, he knows it's not going to be that easy for you, but if he gets his hands on you now....

It hurts him to see you suffer like that, he doesn't understand why the Omega's fate is so cruel, so tied to his most primal instinct. He snorts in frustration and leaves you a knife nearby in case some Walker shows up or another Alpha can detect your scent. Not without hesitation he leaves you there, heading back to the prison, he needs to talk to Rick, tell him about your heat, explain that you'd better stay away from there until you calm down. There are several Alphas without a bonded partner and it could be dangerous for you.

When he arrives at the prison the first person to greet him is Carol, but inside the block everyone is gathered, as if waiting to see you both show up together. The white-haired woman's brow furrows and she folds her arms.

"Where is she?" she asks behind him, your name making Daryl flinch.

"I've left her somewhere safe..."

"Alone?" Rick's surprised tone speaks for the rest of the group.

"I needed to get her out of here, it was dangerous, I'll come back for her when she calms down..." He tries to justify himself.

"She's not going to calm down, Daryl." Carol speaks again. "She's been suppressing her heat for months, she must be in a lot of pain."

"Y'think I haven't noticed? It's the best I can do..."

"The best you can do is reclaim her, you idiot." The woman scolds him again and Daryl falls silent, he feels the tips of his ears burning as the stares of the rest of the group fall on him. "Have you really not noticed? Even you knocked out Axel and Oscar..." She says amused when she hears him growl looking at the two prisoners who instinctively back away.

"Don't talk to me about that soul mate stuff, because it's bullshit."

"It's not... sometimes it happens." Hershel interjects, moving slowly on his crutches. "They're isolated cases, it doesn't happen often, but they do exist. An attraction you can't control, a constant connection, the feeling that something is missing when the other isn't around, you've felt it, haven't you?" he looks at Daryl who swallows hard, his skin twitching because he knows what he's referring to.

Of course he's felt it, from day one, your different scent, the constant need to know where you were, your gazes meeting because you couldn't help but look for each other, your zeal, how he woke up that morning overwhelmed knowing something was going on. But no, that can't be it, his memories as a child still haunt him.

"My mother said my father was her soul mate, that they were meant to be together, that it was true love." He says angrily, clenching his fists. "There wasn't a single day when he didn't beat her, when he didn't abuse her, when he didn't abuse her just because she was an Omega and she...she let all that happen...and when she died..." He bites his tongue lowering his head, everyone falls silent, understanding his story. "No, that ain't true love..."

"You're not your father, Daryl. You protected her to begin with, you took her away so no one would hurt her. You haven't even touched her." Rick tries to reason, but Daryl shakes his head.

"Not for lack of wanting to...she...it hurt me to see her like that, she wouldn't stop shaking..."

"Daryl, she needs you, she came to see me apologizing." Confesses Carol fed up with her friend's doubts.

"What?"

"She thinks you chose me." A laugh escapes the woman and Daryl stammers uncomfortably. "She feels as strongly as you do about her, but she thought you were willing to bond with me, I think she heard us that night you were standing guard..." She reminds him and he lowers his head, embarrassed.

"Shit..."

"Daryl, go back and get her." Rick orders him. "Don't let her suffer anymore. Neither of you deserve it. You're linked believe it or not. We've all noticed it from day one." Rick came later to the group and even he could tell how the Alpha's essence blended with yours that didn't seem to be defined by anything in particular.

"If you don't do it, we will." Oscar then speaks and Daryl's gaze turns dark.

Daryl returns to the kindergarten leaving the bike hidden as he has done the other times. He needs a moment to calm down, his heart is racing and his knuckles hurt. He looks at his hands, discovering blood still on them, maybe he shouldn't have hit the prisoner so hard, but he had brought it on himself. He sighs long sigh getting off the bike to go back inside the kindergarten. His whole body reacts as he enters the place. Your smell is getting stronger, more intense, you're out of control and he's having a hard time holding it in. Daryl walks to the room where you are waiting for him and the smell is much stronger there. He gets dizzy, he needs a moment to focus his gaze on you, his nose burns at your deep scent. When he manages to look at you his whole body tenses. You've stripped off your clothes, suffocated, aching, needy, your hands try to soothe you, your fingers move all over your skin, you gasp and moan low, your thighs clench, you're leaving a wet spot on the mats Daryl has left as a nest. He grunts in despair. He can't hold back any longer.

His growl makes you look up at him, your body jerks harder as you see him shed his clothes to move closer to you. You shrink back into yourself, since Daryl has left your mind has wandered making you see and feel the man even though he's not there, now you don't know if he's a hallucination again. You hate that feeling. You hate being an Omega dragged down by your own impulses.

"I'm back..." Daryl says, his voice hoarse.

"No... no, please, stop it..." You gasp through tears and the Alpha freaks out for a moment. "I can't take it anymore..." Daryl hesitates for a second, it's clear that your heat is playing with your mind.

He kneels in front of you, his body over yours, trapping you but not laying on top of you, just keeping you protected under him. He bends his head and his forehead rests on yours, closes his eyes and growls low, his Alpha scent intensifying, mingling with yours, enveloping you both. He needs a moment, his whole body trembling over yours.

"Listen to me, Omega." His voice sounds authoritative, trying to bring you back into yourself once more. "I'm real, I'm here."

"Da-Daryl..." You look up at him from the corner of your eye, your eyes filled with tears, desperation and need captured in them.

"That's right, I'm here. I'm gonna take care of ya." He purrs against your ear.

Daryl leans over you, kissing you. At first it's a soft, gentle gesture, just his lips pressed against yours, but when you sigh and kiss him too, everything intensifies. Daryl's mouth traps yours in a more demanding kiss, you kiss urgently, maybe not the time or place for this, but neither of you are indulging your more conscious side. Daryl traps you against the nest, his hips move against you rubbing your bodies together, you moan against his mouth feeling your body react to his caresses, your legs wrap around his lower back as he bites your chin before moving down your neck, kissing your skin, feeling the heat grow more intense between the two of you. Blinded by your own needs all your instinct is what controls your every action. Daryl strives to mark every crease of your skin, he licks, kisses and bites wherever he reaches pulling delicious sounds out of you that manage to make you blush, as you move your hips rubbing against his growing erection, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter thinking about feeling him fully inside you. You moan loudly as his mouth closes around your sensitive, attention-deprived, completely hard nipples, Daryl licks and sucks as he stimulates the one that has been out of his mouth's reach, plays with it between his fingers, squeezes and pulls on it producing spasms of pleasure that run through your body.

"Daryl!" you moan his name once more, his fingers caress your skin, your core, gasp against your nipple as you feel his fingers slide seamlessly between your folds.

"Yer so wet..." He grunts he lifts his head to look at you as his fingers play with your pussy, without touching your clit they run along your slit, soaking in your fluids, parting your folds, groping the entrance to your vagina which clenches wanting him to fill it at last. He snorts seeking some control, he wants to bury himself inside you as much as you want to feel him, but he doesn't want to cum, he wants both of you to enjoy as much as possible. "I'm gonna make ya feel good, girl." He confesses in your ear before sliding down your body.

Daryl untangles your legs from his waist to drape them over his shoulders, he spreads your thighs apart and his tongue runs all over your pussy. He hums in pleasure as he tastes you on his tongue, further clouding his senses.

"Ya taste so good..." He says hoarsely and attacks your core again, his lips catch your clit, sore and forgotten making you cry out in pleasure, desperate, tangling your fingers in his hair.

You cum in his mouth as his fingers work their way inside your cunt, his tongue collecting your fluids dripping down his chin. The rut is pushing you over the edge and any caress gets you to spill. Daryl doesn't mind, he catches your taste again and again, his fingers dilating you, stretching your insides, as his mouth tortures your overstimulated pussy, your legs trembling on his shoulders, your vision blurred.

But he too has a limit and his cock throbs aching, needing attention, leaking pre-cum, swollen, reddened. He gasps pulling away from your pussy, licks his lips and pulls his fingers from inside you, strokes your lips and you open your mouth obediently, licking his fingers, sucking, tasting yourself on them, moaning low. It's more than he can bear. He spreads your legs apart and guides his cock rubbing against your entrance before thrusting and feeling you clench around him. You share a moan of satisfaction as you finally come together. Something you had been wanting for a long time. Daryl begins to move slowly watching his cock as he moves in and out of your tight core, as he engulfs it wanting to hold it inside you. Slowly he increases the speed of his onslaught, tightening his grip on your legs, watching you arch and moan under his body, the wet clash of your bodies mingling with your heaving breaths and gasps.

"D-Daryl! More... harder...!" You plead with him when you're able to find your voice.

"Is that what ya want, babe? Ya wanna me to tear ya apart?" he growls against your ear and you nod in desperation. "I'm gonna fuck ya so good that tomorrow ya'll cum at the memory of it." He whispers in your ear and you moan rolling your eyes.

Daryl pulls away just long enough to move you over and get you on all fours. He leans your body forward so he has your hips raised and holds you by the waist ramming back inside you. The new deeper angle elicits a cry of surprise and pleasure from you. You hold on to the pillows adorning the nest, moving your hips in time with him, making his thrusts deeper, more intense, taking you both to the limit.

"I-I'm going to cum, Daryl I..." Again you are unable to say a sentence in a row, but he feels the same way.

"Me too, baby..."

"Please, I want... your knot..." You gasp and Daryl tenses for a second. His body leans over yours, his hands resting on the floor, his cock barely moving inside you. You groan in frustration at the sudden stop.

"What? Tell me, girl. I need to hear it." He whispers huskily.

"Daryl, please..."

"Tell me, Omega." He roars, demands and thrusts hard a single time, you moan feeling it hit your cervix making you see stars.

"Cum inside, Alpha, I want your knot!" You moan unable to disobey his commands and Daryl has to overexert himself not to cum at your words.

"Is that what ya need? Ya need yer Alpha to fill ya, right?" You nod desperate. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna knot myself up and I'm gonna put our puppies inside ya." He says gritting his teeth, starting to move again and you moan in desperation at the thought.

"Yes, Alpha, please!"

"So desperate... so needy..." He gasps against your ear once more. "Mine..." He grunts and thrusts hard again as he bites down on your neck viciously, unable to control himself any longer.

You cry out in pain, but the pleasure quickly overtakes you, the base of his cock swells and snaps inside you, stretching your walls stretching you out throwing you into a new orgasm that tightens around his cock, Daryl moans and grunts feeling himself cumming.

"That's it, milk me, every drop of cum is making our babies." He whispers and your body shudders once more.

It takes several minutes for Daryl's knot to disappear, keeping you in that position a little longer. When the Alpha manages to move he hisses at the sensation as he pulls out of you, a thin trickle of cum trickles out of your cunt and he can't help but smile proudly, he has filled you so good. Carefully he lies down next to you, neither of you say anything, the effect of the heat has subsided a little, your minds are more aware. Daryl glances sideways at you, your body still trembling, you're cowering, turning your back to him, his bite, His Mark is seen on the back of your neck, through the tufts of hair. A sob puts him on alert and he feels himself suddenly fall from his own state of ecstasy.

"What...?"

"I'm sorry... I tried... I wanted to hide it, but..." You cry and shrink in on yourself more. Daryl feels his heart stop for a second.

It's been a mistake. Damn it, he knew. None of that true love stuff exists, none of that soul mate stuff is real. He's taken advantage of your weakness and marked you as his when you didn't want to be. Fuck, he swore he'd help you and he's been the one to condemn you.

Suddenly he feels a heavy, deadly rock lodge in his stomach, preventing him from speaking, from moving, he can only watch as you cry and tremble.

"I know you had chosen Carol, I didn't want to get in the way, Daryl I'm so sorry..." You cry again and the Alpha's pained expression turns to surprise.

What?

You're crying because you think he and Carol?

"God, ya almost gave me a heart attack." He says letting out a sniffle and covers his face with his arm before sitting up. "Yer stupid."He says and your body visibly tenses and he regrets using those words. He's certainly not the most delicate person to say things. "I mean Carol and I don't have anything, we're just friends..."

"What? But I... I heard you two talking and you always seem so worried about her... when she disappeared, you..." You stammer and look at him sideways, afraid, Daryl smiles moving closer to you, he hugs you leaning you against his chest, you immediately snuggle against him, feeling like that's the place to be.

"We're friends..." He repeats. "Maybe I even felt the need to protect her because she reminded me of my mother, of what she went through... but I could never look at her the way I do with ya." He confesses and strokes your hair. "From the first day I saw ya, I felt a connection with ya, I didn't wanna believe it but..."

"I-I also felt something different when you were around... it never happened to me before..."

"Tell me... Do ya believe in soul mates?" he whispers without stopping caressing your skin and you feel your heart start beating very fast again.

The End.

Okay first at all, I'm sorry I made it longer than I expected but I couldn't stop writing.

Anyways, I hope you liked it!!

See you in the next stories!!

[ohsokey]

A Second Chance Pt. 4

You’re gone for awhile, and Anti looks for you.

Genre: Fluff and some angst

Characters: Chase, Anti, Marvin, Reader, Sophia(Reader’s niece)

Pairing: Chase Brody x FemReader or Antisepticeye x FemReader (you’ll see)

Genre: Fluff and some angst

WHAAAAT A WHOLE PART 4?? That’s right! I know I’ve been gone, but I didn’t want to write until I had the inspiration I needed. I love this series, and I want that to be visible.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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When Chase finally went to sleep himself sober again, you decided to head towards his kitchen. Upon arriving you saw empty bottles, old pizza boxes, and broken glass on the floor. Maybe if I clean it up a bit, it won’t feel so gloomy. You got to work, starting with the glass. From there you kept on moving, not knowing what time of day it was. You found yourself cleaning the living room not remembering if you finished the kitchen in the first place. Must have been deep in the zone, huh? A small buzz could be heard on the couch, it was Marvin. 

“Hello?” You answered.

“Y/N! Are you guys okay? I’ve called like five times!”

“Yeah, We’re fine. Well not fine fine, but we’re better than an hour ago. Chase just went to sleep, so I should be able to make it for Sophie’s bed time.”

“Wait, did I make her go to bed early then? Anti said bedtime was at 9pm.”

“He’s right.” You moved your phone from your ear and saw the time. “Oh my god! It’s 3am?”

“Yeah, and Anti is worried about you too.”

“I can’t believe I missed her bedtime. How was she?”

“Sophie is fine. I made her toys move around, so she got tuckered out pretty quick.”

“Where’s Anti?” 

“He just left to look for you. He should be there soon.”

As soon as Marvin said that you could feel the static in the air.

“I’m gonna go. I think he’s here.” you whispered, bringing your phone closer to you lips.

“Okay, just be careful. He’s been acting a bit weird today.”

“Weird bad or weird good?” you asked

“Weird, weird.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You hung up on Marvin and sat down. The staticy feeling started to feel stronger giving you goosebumps.  

You can come out, Anti. Chase is asleep, and I doubt he’ll wake up anytime soon.

“What were doing all night? Marvin wouldn’t shut up.”

“Huh?”

“He was whining about you not coming home, so I came here.”

I didn’t mean to make you guys worry, sorry.

“Don’t apologize to me. Marvin was the one being a baby.”

The more Anti talked, the more staticy the room felt. This only happens when he was feeling angry, but he didn’t look angry. You couldn’t put your finger on it. You finally understood what Marvin meant when he mentioned about Anti acting weird. First the kiss from Chase, and now Anti won’t admit that he was the one that was worried. What is going on with these two? 

“Look, Anti, you sighed. I’m really tired, and I just want to be in bed.”

His eyes widen and was freed from whatever trance he was in. The static in the air started to soften. He grabbed your hand and looked at you. He moved his eyes away from your gaze almost immediately, like he was hiding something

“I’ll drive you home. You’re too tired.”

You nodded and started to head towards your car. The cold air touched your skin and suddenly the exhaustion finally hit you. You handed your car keys over to Anti and sat in the passenger seat. You immediately drifted off.

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Anti wasn’t much of a driver, but he wasn’t going to risk you driving this tired. He glanced at you and saw that you have fallen into a deep sleep. 

“Are you wake?” He checked

When you didn’t answer, he smiled to himself. Something about you peacefully sleeping made him feel happy. I wasn’t a feeling he was used to, but nonetheless it was something he could get used to. I guess I could practice now that she is asleep.

“(Y/N), I’ve liked you for a lon--. No don’t start with that, idiot. Why is this so hard? Why is it so hard for me to tell her that I liked her for a long time now? Why did Marvin have to open his stupid mouth? Why am I fine with the idea of Chase liking you too? Why do I hate it too?”

Anti noticed that he was raising his, and he stopped talking altogether. He stayed quiet the majority of the way to your house. 

Anti? You said muttered still not fully awake.

“Yeah?”

“Chase kissed me.”

Anti gulped and held his stomach. “You don’t say. Are you upset about it?”

No. I’m just confused. I don’t really have-- you fell back to sleep.

Anti just left you alone because he can guess what you wanted to say. Do I actually have a chance now?

[sphvm]

just a little more — sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: g!p sophia, praise, size kink(?), mommy kink, deepthroating/oral

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MEN AND MINORS DNI

when sophia invited you to watch a movie at her apartment, you did not expect it to turn out into you on your knees and her looking down at you from her seat on the couch, with her pants undone.

well.

sophia stood in front of you, her dark eyes locked onto yours as she held her cock in her hand. you couldn't help but stare at the thick, veiny member as sophia began to slowly stroke it, her fingers moving with an experienced grace that made your heart race.

"alright, baby," sophia cooed, her voice low and sultry, "are you ready for mommy to train you? want me to train your throat hm? you wanna show me just how good you can be?"

you gulped, nodding your head as your eyes flicking from sophia’s cock to her face. her smile was warm, but her eyes were intense, and you could see the desire within them. you knew that you were in for a rigorous training session, but you were more than ready to please her.

as you got down on your knees, sophia placed the tip of her cock at the entrance to your mouth. you felt a shiver run down your spine as the head of the cock pressed against your tongue, and then, with a gentle push, sophia began to ease her way into your throat.

"good girl," she praised, her voice dripping with approval as you started to take her cock deeper into your mouth. you could feel the ridges of the veins rubbing against your tongue, and the heat of her skin radiating through your lips.

sophia started to move her hips slowly, her cock sliding in and out of your throat in a rhythm that was both soothing and exhilarating. you started to swallow around her cock, feeling the muscles in your throat contract and release as you tried to please sophia.

"that’s it, baby," she whimpered, her hands gently stroking your hair as she continued to fuck your throat. "you’re doing so well. you’re taking all of mommy’s big cock so–ah–good."

as you continued to deepthroat her dick, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. you were doing exactly what she wanted, and the praise and attention from her was intoxicating.

suddenly, sophia stopped moving, her cock still deep in your throat. she pulled back slightly, her eyes scanning your face with an intensity that made you shiver.

"are you ready for mommy to go deeper?" sophia asked, her voice low and seductive. "are you ready to show mommy just how deep you can take her?"

you nodded eagerly, your throat still pulsing from the previous thrusts. she smiled, her eyes lighting up with excitement, and then she began to push her cock deeper into your throat once again.

as her cock reached the back of your throat, you could feel your gag reflex kicking in. but you were determined to take all of her, so you forced yourself to swallow, taking it even deeper into your throat.

"oh jesus baby, so good." sophia praised, her hips starting to move again as she fucked your throat with a renewed intensity. "you want mommy’s babies down your throat? hm? you want that?" you could feel your throat starting to ache, but you didn't care.

and then, just as you thought you couldn't take anymore, you heard a loud whine, you knew she was close.

you hallowed your mouth and bobbed your head as you saw sophia’s face contort, her dick throbbing throughout the walls of your mouth.

“c-close baby, mm keep doing that–“ her hands gripped the couch as you felt spurts of come down your throat, her mouth slacked open and her eyes shut.

she pulled out of your throat, her eyes scanning your face with a mixture of admiration and desire. "you did so well, baby," sophia said, her voice husky with lust. "my good girl."

as sophia pulled you to your feet, you could feel the ache in your throat, but you also felt a sense of accomplishment.

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this was very rushed😓ill have something better out by tomorrow🤞

[sphvm]

a whole new world — sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: hate sex, fingering, semi-public sex, sophia’s mean, lil bit of praise, begging

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MEN AND MINORS DNI

the lights of the school hallways flickered above, students chattering excitedly about the upcoming auditions for aladdin. you had waited weeks for this moment, rehearsing your lines and brushing up on your vocal exercises. this time, you were determined to get the lead role of jasmine, and nothing would stand in your way. well, almost nothing.

sophia was the star of the school’s drama club. everyone knew it. with her outgoing personality and striking voice, she was practically born for the spotlight. last year's musical saw her take on the leading role as rapunzel in tangled, a performance that earned her applause and admiration from both students and teachers. it was basically undeniable that she would get the lead role again, but you believed in yourself and refused to let her reputation intimidate you.

after school, sophia had asked you to meet her in the auditorium. her tone had been sweet, almost rehearsed, as though she were putting on another performance. you couldn’t ignore the insinuation behind her invitation, you knew she wanted to size you up, to remind you of her status before the auditions even began. as the heavy double doors swung open, the dim light of the empty auditorium enveloped you, amplifying the anticipation in your chest.

she was already there, standing center stage with an elegance that was unmistakably her own. "hey! you made it," she said, flashing a bright smile, but there was something calculating in her eyes.

"yeah, i wouldn't miss it," you replied, trying to match her enthusiasm.

but the small talk quickly faded into tension. "so... i heard you’re really going for jasmine this year. brave choice," she said, tilting her head slightly, her smile turning sly.

you could feel the weight of her words pressing down on you. "i think i have a chance. i can sing the part, and i’m ready to take on the challenge."

she chuckled lightly, but it sounded more like a sharp intake of breath. "you know, it’s cute that you think you can steal the spotlight. it’s just—you’ve seen the past performances, right? i mean, come on," sophia said, her voice turning cold, a tinge of annoyance creeping in.

"and? am i supposed to just step aside because you’re the star?" you shot back, feeling brave. you’d practiced long enough, and you weren’t about to back down now.

"you don’t get it. i’m always the lead. that’s how this works," she argued, stepping closer, her confidence radiating like a spotlight beneath the stage lights.

"and that’s exactly why i’m going to fight you for it," you replied, meeting her gaze. the tension swirled around you, a blend of frustration and determination.

she took a step closer, looking down at you, making you feel a little smaller. “fight me for it? that’s a joke.”

strangely exhilarated by the confrontation, you felt yourself become more aggressive, your eyes narrowing as you pushed back. "i’m not scared of stealing it from you just because you’ve a brat that always gets your way."

“acting like you’d ever be better than me, all you are is a little girl with dreams that will never come true, wake up!”

in a rush of anger, you slapped her across the cheek. the sound echoed sharply through the empty auditorium. sophia’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second, but then a fierceness took hold of her features. her eyebrows furrowed and an ugly scowl plastered her face.

without a moment's hesitation, she stepped forward, closing the distance between you. she grabbed you tightly, shoving you against the walls of the stage. she crashed her lips against yours, a shocking mixture of anger and something deeper igniting between you.

you kissed her back instinctively, your heart pounding, all that existed was a mix of rivalry and something undefinable. she gripped your waist harder, her lips moving at a fast pace you couldn’t keep up with. you moaned into her mouth as your hands went up to tangle themselves in her hair. she tasted like strawberries.

she pulled away and when you opened your eyes, she looked even angrier than before. “you just fucking hit me.” your words were stuck in your throat, all you could do was stare wide eyed, your gaze moving from her lips to her eyes.

“god you’re a whore.” a low whimper escaped your throat.

her lips crashing against yours once again. her hands moved to your hair, pulling at the roots as she deepened the kiss. you moaned, your hands moving to her waist, pulling her closer to you. she ground her hips against yours, her fingers dropping to your waist, working to unzip your pants. you gasp as she slipped a hand inside, her fingers sliding up your slit.

"you’re so fucking wet," she whispered in your ear, her fingers moving in slow circles around your clit. you whimpered in her ear, your hips bucking against her hand. "do you like that, baby?" she asked, her voice low. “you like that i’m doing this?”

you nodded, unable to speak. she smirked, her fingers moving faster. "tell me you want it," she demanded, her fingers pressing harder against your clit.

"i-i want it," you breathed, your hips moving faster against her hand.

"beg me for it," she said, her fingers moving even faster.

"please, sophia, please.”

her lips found your neck as she pressed open mouthed kisses along it. “you won’t get the lead baby, so why don’t you show me what other noises that pretty voice can make?”

your hips moved frantically against her hand, as she slowed her ministrations down to a teasing pace.

"please," you begged brokenly, your body trembling, feeling the sweat drop down your back. "sophia..."

she chuckled darkly, her fingers stilled. "please what?" she whispered, her breath hot against your ear. "I want to hear it from that pretty mouth."

"please fuck me," you whimpered, your hands fisting in her hair. "please, just do it. fuck me, use me." she tsked, her fingers starting a slow circle. “i-i won’t audition for the—fuck!” her fingers suddenly entered your core, crying out at the sudden impact, your nails digging crescents into her shoulders as she impaled you on her fingers.

"fuck, you're fucking tight," she cursed, moving with a desperate frenzy. "you like that? want it rough?"

your only response was a muffled cry, your face buried in the crook of her neck. she took your mouth in a searing kiss, all thought fleeing as the sensations overtook you. all that remained was the two of you, your bodies slick with a sheen of sweat.

"god, yes..." you breathed against her lips, your words punctuated by moans of pleasure. "harder. fuck me harder..."

“you don’t make the decisions here.” she spoke, recapturing your lips, but nonetheless she obliged. her fingers slammed inside you with a newfound aggression. the sound of your slick was echoing in the otherwise silent room. it was just the two of you, but the thought that anyone could come in and find her fucking you dumb was exhilarating

there was only the slap of her fingers thrusting into you, the sound of your shared panting, and the taste of sweat on your tongue. you could feel your stomach tightening. and focusing on the way her tongue was sliding against yours wasn’t helping.

"please," you gasped out, your voice hoarse and raw. "please, don't stop..."

her lips left your mouth, her eyes were lidded and it felt like she was staring straight into your soul. “come for me, be as loud as you can. be my good girl, right?” she moved impossibly faster, adding a third finger and her thumb finding your clit. “you keep your eyes on me while you come,” she rubbed faster and faster circles until your body tensed and time stopped. waves and waves of pleasure drowned your body as you slumped against the wall. her fingers were still inside you as you finally came to.

she smiled sickenly sweet at you. “good girl.” she rubbed your cheek with her spare hand and kissed you, breaking apart with a click. “good luck trying to sing now.”

she pulled her hand away, licking the three fingers that were covered in your come, dripping down her wrist. you tried to argue back but found you couldn’t. you lost your voice.

[sphvm]

speechless — sophia laforteza

pt.2 of a whole new world

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: hate sex, fingering (sophia receiving), they’re both annoying and mean, pet names

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as the final curtain fell on the last performance, the exhilarating rush of adrenaline lingered in the air. applause echoed through the auditorium, and you felt a wave of accomplishment wash over you. the musical had gone beautifully, and with the applause still ringing in your ears, you saw sophia slip away from the celebration with a wide smile and a bow. she had a way of capturing attention, a presence that made it hard to look away. today, however, rather than letting her disappear into the crowd, you thought you would have a talk with her. you know. since you lost your voice.

you took a deep breath and made your way to the changing room where the performers were gathering their things. the hall was filled with the chatter of students still buzzed from the evening’s success, but the room where sophia had gone felt quieter. as you reached the door, you hesitated. did you really want to do this? but before you could second guess yourself, you quickly stepped inside.

the moment you entered, you found her standing in front of a mirror, brushing her hair absentmindedly. it was wavy from the braid it was kept in for hours. she looked back at you through the mirror, a narcissistic smile playing on her lips as she took in the night’s achievement. for a moment, you both locked eyes in the reflection. there was something electric in the look that you couldn’t quite understand.

she turned slowly, the flowy dress she was wearing swirling around her ankles. “hi sweetheart. did you enjoy the show?”

“listen we need to talk—“

“which i’m surprised you even can. how’s your throat been baby?” she interrupted and took a step closer to you. you can’t let her do this again.

her hand slid from your waist up to your cheek, but you slapped it away. her brows furrowed and she made an annoyed noise. “what’s your problem?” she spoke.

“what’s my problem? seriously?”

sophia kept close to you. “yeah. you’re acting like a fucking brat again.” her hands returned to your waist, pulling you toward her as she leaned in closer. “and we both know how that ended last time.” her breath was hot on your lips, but you felt a sudden urge of bravery. she gave you her stupid smirk and you gave in, capturing her lips. it was rough and not very graceful, teeth clashing and spit dripping down your chins. sophia tried taking control, moving her lips a little faster or gripping onto you a little tighter, but you didn’t let her. you wouldn’t.

“—the fuck are you doing?” she said as you turned the both of you around, pinning her to the wall and your lips connecting with her neck, a high pitched whimper escaping from her mouth. you sucked on a small space under her ear, probably a little too hard, wanting to hear more of her noises. you returned to her mouth, immediately deepening the kiss as she (begrudgingly) accepted she lost the fight for dominance. your hands wandered down to her ass, gripping it as she moaned in your mouth. you reached behind her dress, slowly undoing the zipper.

“you’re so fucking annoying, unzip it like a normal person.” sophia said, scoffing and doing it herself. you stared in awe as the dress slipped off. she wasn’t wearing a bra. “what? first time you’ve seen tits or something?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“you’re so much hotter when you don’t open your mouth.” you retaliate, your eyes not leaving her chest. you step closer, your hand and mouth reaching for opposite nipples. you tweaked and squeezed one while sucking and pulling at the other. sophia’s hand pressed your head closer to her, breathy moans filling the air.

“you like this huh? you like putting your pretty lips on me?” sophia asked, her voice quiet. you looked up at her and nodded, your mouth still on her. she reached down, grabbing your hand and guiding it between her legs. “feel how wet i am for you,” she whispered. and you did. you cupped her pussy, groaning lowly when you felt her drip into your palm. you slipped a finger in her, way too easily, her head falling back against the wall.

“fuck…sweetheart—“ you added a second finger, a gutteral moan ripping through her throat. “faster baby, come on. i know you can do it.” you gave her a dirty look, she smiled sweetly at you. you wiped the sweat dripping down her face away as you continued. you worked your fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy, feeling her walls clench around you with each telling stroke. sophia's breaths grew harsher, her eyes rolling back as she panted. her walls tightened around your fingers, trying to hold back her moans. but you wanted to hear them. you needed to feel her fall apart for you.

“come on honey. let it out. don’t be ashamed.” you urged her, so obviously sarcastic she scoffed at you.

“shut…the fuck… up.” she cried out as you hit her g-spot, feeling her legs start to shake. sophia's eyes met yours and you felt victorious.

“you look so pretty.” you whispered, picking up speed. her pussy clamped down on you and you knew she was close. but you wanted all of her.

“you’re ruining the moment.” your hands returned to her chest, giving her just enough more stimulation to send her over the edge. she screamed out as she came. her walls clenching and unclenching around your fingers as she tugged you in closer. you felt her wetness coat your hand as she shuddered and shook in your arms.

“fuck.” she whispered, barely above a breath. you smiled as she pushes her sweaty hair back, her bare chest heaving up and down. “i’m so getting you back later, you just ruined my dress!”

[sphvm]

sweet as sugar — sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: mommy kink, reader is a subby loser, sugar mommy sophia truthers wya, praise, fingering, oral, dirty talk

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you've always been sophia's good girl, ever since you met her at lara's party. you felt intimidated, scared even, the first time you saw her, she was much taller than you, and her dark hair and makeup only added to her entrancing look. you couldn't help but stare... maybe a little inappropriately (which she definitely noticed).

she looked down at you with such a predatory gaze, like she was about to devour you.

that night, she felt the need to follow you around the house party the entire time, sneering at people checking you out and wrapping a possessive arm around you.

and eventually dragging you into an empty room and showing you what her pretty lips could do.

after that, she's made it known to about every single person that you are hers. she also made a little habit of spoiling you rotten, from gucci to chanel to louis vuitton. every time you visited her apartment, she had a gift for you. you've wanted to repay her for so long, but she always declined and insisted that your presence was enough.

but after she bought you a new black lingerie set, you decided tonight was the night she'd finally get what she deserved.

after a long day of work, sophia texted you to come over, so you slipped a short red dress on, the lingerie hugging your body underneath.

"what's the special occasion, baby?." sophia spoke as you entered her apartment, her hands coming to your waist and giving you a chaste kiss on the lips. you usually never dressed up this much to see her, knowing your look would get ruined anyway, but tonight was a very special night.

your eyes wandered her body, she was still wearing her work uniform. a black dress with a collar that rode way too high, a black gucci belt and tights. her hair was curled just slightly and it looked like she had just reapplied lipstick, which was a dark red.

"you look... gorgeous soph." you said, she chuckled and let her arms fall from your hips.

"you flatter me, sweetheart." she looked down at you, her red lips curving into a smile. "go sit baby, i'll get us some wine."

you did as you were told, walking into her living room and taking your rightful seat on the couch, seeing the movie she had picked out for tonight.

tangled.

huh.

she entered the room with two wine glasses in her hand, handing one to you as she sat down. she grabbed the remote to start the movie and let her free hand rest over your shoulder, you smiled at her cute antics.

as the movie went on, you could feel the tension thicken, her hand leaving your shoulders to sit on your thigh, squeezing and letting it roam higher and higher as if you wouldn't notice. once you felt her long fingers tracing patterns along your skin, you forgot the movie was on.

"sophia... can i... can i ask you something?" you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. you turned your head and her eyes locked with yours, darkening, with a playful glint in them.

she leaned closer, the scent of her expensive perfume enveloping you. "what is it, sweet girl?"

you took a deep breath as her hand travelled even higher. "i... i want to please you."

her hand travelled up your body and cupped your cheek. "i told you honey, just you being here is enough. you don't need to do anything for me."

"i know, i know but... i want to show you how much you mean to me."

sophia's lips curled into a smirk, her finger gently tilting your chin upwards. "you wanna show me?"

"sophia..."

her eyebrows furrowed into a v as she tsked. "what was that?" her words gave you goosebumps as you realized what she meant.

without thinking, the name slipped. "mommy..." her thumb traced a line from your chin to your lower lip, rubbing it gently.

"good girl." she purred. "come here."

as she patted her lap, you felt your cheeks flush with heat. hesitantly, you climbed over to her, your heart pounding in your chest. once you were straddling her, you felt her strong hands grip your waist, pulling you closer as you nestled against her.

"tell me how you want to please me." she commanded softly, her breath warm against your ear.

"i wanna make you relax, mommy. i wanna help you unwind... you work so hard." you replied, savoring the way her title fell from your lips.

sophia's grip tightened slightly, you could feel her body respond to your words. "tell me how, baby."

"let me be good for you. please. please let me do what i've been thinking about for so long." you begged, your hand playing with a loose strand of her hair.

sophia chuckled, her fingers trailing up your body, making your skin tingle. she paused at the base of your neck, gripping it firmly, making your breath catch.

"such a sweet little thing. what would you do if i told you to strip naked and kneel in front of me, hm?" she hummed, her voice low and sultry.

the thought made you tremble. you felt yourself leak into your black panties as you imagined what it would feel like to be kneeling at her feet, completely vulnerable.

“anything you want.” you whispered, your voice shaky.

you heard her sharp intake of breath, she loosened her hold on you.

“strip.” she commanded.

you fumbled with your clothes, hastily removing them. the lingerie sophia bought you was fully visible now, and you watched as her smile grew.

“my pretty girl…”

you slipped onto the floor, kneeling at her feet. your head bowed, you waited, wondering what would happen next.

“eyes on me, sweetheart.” she said.

you obeyed, your gaze flickering up to meet hers. her expression was calm, yet intense, and you felt a wave of desire come over you. she sat back down. you watched as she spread her legs slightly, the black fabric of her dress riding up her thighs.

your pulse quickened, as she beckoned you towards her with two fingers, a wicked smile on her lips. your moved, your knees brushing against the carpet, your face hovering inches from hers.

"do you want to please mommy?" she murmured.

you nodded, unable to find your voice. she reached down, her hand grasping your jaw, and tugged your face closer. her lips brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through your body. you moaned softly, kissing her back hungrily, your fingers digging into her thighs. she deepened it, her head tilting as her tongue massaged yours making you let out quiet whimpers.

your hands explored her thighs, feeling the smooth fabric of her dress beneath your fingertips, she pulled away, you chased after her lips.

she pulled away further, her eyes boring into yours. "take them off." she ordered.

trembling, you reached under her dress, finding the band of her lace panties. your fingers grazed her skin as you slid them down, slowly exposing her, inhaling her scent.

she looked at you expectantly, and you hesitated, unsure of what to do next.

"kiss me." she breathed.

you lowered your face, planting a soft kiss against her thigh. you could hear her breath hitch, her hand sliding down to caress your neck. slowly, you trailed your tongue across her skin, savoring her taste. she gripped your hair tightly, forcing your head closer.

you continued kissing and licking her, until she gasped, her hips bucking upwards.

"stop teasing me." she growled.

you looked up at her, a slight smirk on your face as you pressed your tongue against her clit, and she cried out, her fingers twisting in your hair. Her body arched, her nails digging into your skin.

you began moving your tongue, sucking and licking, making her moan. she tugged on your hair, urging you on, and you obeyed.

she moaned loudly, her fingers slackening their hold. you looked up at her, as she gazed down at you.

your mouth moved faster, tasting her, exploring every inch of her. she tasted divine, and you wanted nothing more than to please her even more. her cries became louder, more desperate. she gripped your hair tighter, keeping your head between her legs. you moaned into her, the sound vibrating against her wet folds.

she groaned, her body quivering, her hips jerking uncontrollably. her hands were tangled in your hair, holding you firmly against her.

your tongue lapped at her, swirling and dipping, and you could tell she was close.

you sucked on her clit, the sensation almost too much for her to bear. she started basically riding your face, her eyes squeezed shut, her breath ragged.

"that’s it, baby." she breathed, "good girl. make mommy come."

you kept going, sucking and licking her clit, tasting her juices, feeling her quiver beneath you.

she gasped, her eyes rolling back, her back arching off the sofa, her hips bucking wildly. she threw her head back, crying out in ecstasy, her thighs squeezing around your head.

with a loud cry, she climaxed, her whole body convulsing.

after a few moments, her body relaxed, her breathing slowing down. you looked up, into her eyes. they were dark, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed.

you sat back, admiring her, feeling proud. you’d pleased her, just like you wanted.

suddenly she spoke.

“swallow.”

you did as you were told.

“did i do a good job?” you asked, feeling a sense of pride.

“such a good job, sweetheart.” she replied, her voice breathy.

“may i… may i kiss you mommy?” you whispered.

she smirked, and pulled you up onto her lap, your back against her front. her plump lips crashing against yours. she bit your lip, forcing entry as her tongue slid against yours. you whimpered and she pulled back, a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

"that was very well done, sweet girl." she purred.

your cheeks flushed, and you smiled, very happy that you had pleased her.

"thank you, mommy." you murmured.

her arms wrapped around you, her fingers stroking your back. you sighed, nuzzling into her, basking in her warmth.

"my perfect little princess." she murmured, as her lips brushed against your neck. her hands moved to your chest, fondling your breasts, making you gasp. she leaned in, her mouth capturing yours, kissing you fiercely.

your body ached for her, and you ground yourself against her thigh, moaning. her tongue plunged into your mouth, claiming you, and you clung to her, overwhelmed by pleasure. she slowly slid your bra off, tweaking and pulling at your nipples.

she broke the kiss, and you whimpered, wanting more. she chuckled, her fingers dancing across your bare skin.

“you’re so beautiful, my pretty girl.” she whispered, her hand cupping your cheek.

you whimpered as her fingers moved to your thighs, parting them. your mind was too hazy, you couldn't think straight.

“oh my goodness, baby! you’re so wet!” she gasped, pulling her fingers out from between your thighs and showing you your wetness dripping from her hand.

“you’re absolutely drenched, honey. did you like touching mommy that much?”

you looked away embarrassed, but nodded your head.

“now… tell me what you want, baby.” she said lowly, her hand tracing circles on your inner thigh.

“please fuck me mommy. please, please i need it.” you begged, not caring how ridiculous you must sound.

she grinned, letting out a small laugh. “such a good girl, begging for mommy’s fingers.”

she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. “now, open your mouth and show me how much you love me.”

you obeyed, moaning as her tongue invaded your mouth once more. she kissed you roughly, teeth clacking and salvia running down both your chins, her teeth nipping at your lips.

when she finally released you, you were gasping for air, even more so when her hand slid down to stroke your swollen clit.

“so wet for me, aren’t you?” she teased, her fingers dipping inside your entrance.

“please.” you whined.

“i’m gonna fuck that pretty little pussy, and you’re going to thank me, aren’t you baby?”

“yes, yes mommy.”

she smirked, pushing her finger deeper, eliciting a moan from you. “you like that don’t you?”

“y-yes.” you breathed, your hips bucking, trying to grind against her hand.

“tell me how much you want it.” she spoke, deepening her finger.

“so bad, mommy. want it- need it so bad.”

she chuckled, her finger curling inside of you, making you gasp. “you’re such a naughty little slut, right honey?” she added another finger, her pace getting faster.

“yes, fuck…” her fingers moved impossibly faster, pumping them in and out, stretching you.

she smiled wickedly, adding a third finger. your eyes shot open, and a loud groan escaped your mouth.

you looked back at her, her eyes raking over your body, a hungry look plastered her face.

"look at you, my dirty girl."

“so, so good.” you moaned, your nails digging into her skin. “fuck.”

she thrusts her fingers harder, faster, and you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge.

"please mommy." you pleaded, your eyes rolling back.

"beg me, sweet girl." she commanded, her free hand wrapping around your neck softly.

"please let me come, mommy. I want to come for you."

“good girl.”

she stuck her thumb out, circling your clit at a bruising pace. the combination of her three, long fingers hitting that delicious spot in you, and her thumb rubbing on your clit was too much. your breath quickened.

with each thrust you could feel yourself closer and closer to the edge.

“soph— i can’t. fuck!” you gasped, your voice breaking.

“come on baby, i got you.” her sweet voice was low in your ear, her fingers curling inside you.

“close— so close!” your head fell back into her shoulder, your body trembling uncontrollably as she hit that spot inside you over and over.

sophia moaned when you tightened around her fingers. “let go, my love. i want to feel you come for me.”

the heat in your stomach exploded, long waves of pleasure fell over you as you stiffened in her arms. “fuck!”

sophia’s fingers kept their unrelenting pace, drawing out your orgasm as long as she could, kissing your neck lightly as she whispered in your ear.

you gasped for breath, your heart pounding louder than ever as sophia slowed down, eventually pulling out.

“you’re so good, such a good girl.” she gave you a short kiss, pulling away with a click.

you turned around in her lap, wrapping your sore arms around her shoulders, her clothed body pressing into your naked one, you’d have to apologize for making a mess all over her dress later.

“i love you, soph.”

“i love you more, baby.”

[sphvm]

dirty mouth — sophia laforteza

sophia laforteza x fem!reader

tags: VERY dom!sophia, edging, orgasm denial, fingering

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being a sex worker always had its ups and downs, a mix of excitement and danger. you never truly knew who you’re meeting, but that’s not always a bad thing, sometimes they teach you things about yourself you wouldn’t of known otherwise.

you’ve learned to read faces, to sense who might become a friend and who might be trouble. it’s a skill you’ve almost perfected over time, but even so, there’s always a hint of uncertainty.

tonight was no different, waiting for the next call or text from one of your usuals, or your manager coming in saying you have one more job for the night. as you began to relax, your phone vibrates on the table beside you, breaking the late night stillness. you pick it up, raising an eyebrow at the unknown number.

“uh hello?” you spoke, sitting up from your position on your bed.

“is this y/n?” it was a woman’s voice, not your usually customer but the way her voice sounded… you were intrigued.

“mhm, this is her. who’s calling?”

“hi, y/n. i’m sophia. i got your number from your manager.” her tone was smooth, almost like honey, and it set off a flutter of curiosity in your stomach.

“okay… and how do you know my manager?” you asked, playing with your nails.

“well… she’s a friend of mine. i’ve seen you around… and darling, you caught my eye.” she replied, a hint of mischief in her voice. “i’m willing to pay more than your usual rates. quite a bit more, actually.”

you felt a rush of adrenaline. this was not typical at all. “how much are we talking?”

“i’ll offer you double what you normally make. it’s just tonight, and if you impress me, there could be more work in the future.”

you hesitated. “and what exactly would you need me to do?”

sophia chuckled softly. “relax, baby. it’s nothing you can’t handle. i’ll send you the address to a hotel where you can meet me. ask for ‘ms. l’ at the desk when you arrive.”

“how do i know you aren’t some psycho murderer?” you said, sarcasm evident in your voice.

sophia’s laughter was soft, sending a shiver down your spine. “oh, honey, I assure you, i’m not a murderer. but i do hope you won’t speak to me like that when we meet.”

“and why is that?” you spoke, a little brattier than you’d meant.

“because, darling, i have very particular tastes. i appreciate confidence, but there's a fine line between bravado and disrespect. when we meet, i expect you to know your place.”

you raised an eyebrow at this. you’ve been involved in some… interesting explorations of sex, but something about this woman, how she’s speaking to you… you can’t help but squeeze your thighs together.

“y/n, you still there, baby?”

“uh-uh yes, just uh…” you took a deep breath, hearing sophia breathily chuckle at you. “send me the address. i’ll be there as soon as i can.”

—

the hotel was just a short ride away. you stepped inside the lobby, the air just smelled expensive, with the scent of polished wood and faint perfume. as instructed, you approached the desk and asked for ‘ms. l.’

the receptionist gave you a knowing look and handed you a key with a room number.

“elevator's just over there.” she said, motioning toward the back of the lobby.

taking a deep breath, you made your way to the elevator. the doors slid shut, and the ride up felt like forever.

as you reached the correct floor and stepped out, you found the room. just outside the door, you hesitated for a moment, heart racing. a quick knock, and you waited.

the door opened slowly, revealing a woman with an air of elegance that caught you off guard. she smiled, and it felt warm and inviting, a sharp contrast to the tension humming in the air.

she had jet black hair, and plump red lips. her eyes had a glint in them you couldn’t quite read. she had a black silk robe on and you let yourself imagine what she did or didn’t have on underneath it.

“y/n, i presume?”

“uh huh…” you spoke slowly, still staring at the gorgeous woman in front of you. she laughed and turned, walking back inside as you followed her.

the room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the lamps casting shadowy patterns on the carpet.

“welcome, darling.” she said, her voice smooth and sultry. you couldn't help but feel slightly intimidated by her presence. “close the door behind you.”

you obeyed instinctively, the click of the latch echoing in the silence. she watched you, her gaze fierce but far from judgmental. it was a look that made your skin prickle.

you follow sophia into the dining room, your eyes scanning the ornate ceiling and the frames of the paintings lining the walls. “make yourself comfortable, baby. would you like a drink?” you decline with a shake of your head, taking a seat and crossing your legs.

sophia squints her eyes. “use your words, don’t be rude.”

you furrow your eyebrows, locking eye contact with her. “i’m fine, thanks.” you reply, leaning back and surveying the room.

“watch your attitude.” her face was dead serious, almost scary. you felt small, as if she was a teacher talking down to you.

“what attitude?” sophia’s jaw locks, and she walks over to you, agonizingly slow. you start getting nervous, your palms sweating.

she stands right in front of your chair, gazing down at you, her eyes burning. you try to keep eye contact but you turn your head.

she grabs you roughly by the chin, snapping you back to face her.

“what the fuck?” you exclaim, standing from your chair and taking a step towards her. your attempt to be intimidating was laughed off as sophia wraps her arms around your hips, pushing you aggressively against the dining table.

her grip on you tightened as she spoke. “and watch your mouth too.”

you scoff. “you can’t tell me what to do.”

“do you have fun being so bratty?”

“do you not know how to have fun?”

sophia’s grip tightened for a moment before she eased back, her fingers tracing a line along your arm as she stepped even closer, her smile as knowing as it was dangerous.

"oh, I know how to have fun, baby." she replied, her voice a seductive purr. her hands travelled down your body, sending goosebumps all around you. they wrapped around your thighs, sitting you on top of the table.

you can’t deny the way she effortlessly lifted you up turned you on.

her face was right in front of yours, your eyes darting between her eyes and lips as you felt her hand slip under your short skirt.

“i want you to remember this moment, okay y/n?” her breath was hot against your lips, your whole body heating up at her actions and words. she cupped your cheek and smirked. "you look so scared, darling."

you stayed silent, focusing on the way her hands felt on your body, from your face to your neck, squeezing the base, moving lower towards your hips, and finally resting back on your thighs. "sh-should i be?" your untouchable facade was slowly coming undone, and she knew.

she slid her hands toward your knees, spreading them as she got closer. you could feel yourself dripping onto the table, not bothering to even slide panties on before you left the house. her hands were soft against your skin, travelling farther and farther until she reached your folds, toying with them as you whined in her ear.

"no panties huh?" she teased, sliding her middle finger up your slit, making you shudder and let a loud sigh out. "what? you getting bored?"

"n-no just..." you took a breath. "you're teasing.."

sophia's face shifted into a mocking expression, how annoying. "i thought that's what we were doing, baby? you love teasing." her finger dipped slightly into you and you gripped the table.

"fuck..."

"language." her finger pushed deeper, sliding against your walls and making you shiver, letting out the quietest whines only she could hear.

"more..."

her finger stilled. "how many times have i told you, don't be rude. say please, honey. use your manners." you locked eyes with her once more, having a silent staring contest until she started pulling out and you panicked.

"n-no sorry... more please, sophia."

"good girl." her hand returns, this time with two fingers instead of one. you cried out, your hips arching up to meet her touch.

sophia's fingers plunged deeper into you, her movements deliberate. you could feel the pressure building within you, your breaths coming out in shallow gasps. her other hand reached up to pinch one of your nipples through your blouse, making you arch your back .

"that's it." she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "you done being a brat?"

you bit your lip, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but her relentless pace and the way she was looking at you, like she owned you, was pushing you closer to the edge. "fuck, fuck, yes." you whispered, your voice barely audible.

she increased the speed of her thrusts, her fingers exploring every inch of you. you could feel yourself getting closer and closer as she stretched you out, your body tensing. you felt sweat coating your back and her palm made contact with your clit, subtly rubbing it each time her fingers re-entered your core. just as you thought you were about to come, she pulled her fingers out.

"what did i tell you about your language?" she scoffed, pulling her hand away from you completely.

"n-no, no, please sophia please!" you grabbed her wrist. "please..." she gave you a disapproving look, before a wicked smile crossed her face.

"open your mouth." you shuddered at the sudden low tone but did as you were told. her hand came into view as she slid her fingers around on your lips, smearing the wetness around your mouth before plunging her fingers inside and making you taste yourself. "now you really have a dirty mouth, darling."

[borntobeslay]

| “HELL IS A TEENAGE GIRL”

(B)RATZ

Daniela :

Smart, pretty chill overall but can be competitive and high energy. She’s got a good nice personality but she’s also very fierce.

Class rank: 3rd (for now)

Manon:

Daniela’s best friend. Can’t take anything seriously. Popular, funny asf, but she’s also a really positive and good person

Lia:

the cutest most bubbly girl in the world. She’s always supportive of others and always has a smile on her face she’s so unintentionally funny and she’s always so sweet to everyone!

Character introductions: 1. “HOGWARTS REJECTS” 2. ”(B)RATZ” 3. “THE BULLY BUSTERS!!”

[borntobeslay]

| “HELL IS A TEENAGE GIRL

“HOGWARTS REJECTS”

Y/N: Smart, Determined yet pressured by parents to be perfect, lets loose around friends but keeps her guard up around others, in the closet but fully aware of her sexuality

Class rank: 1st (for now)

Shin Ryujin: funny, athlete but badly injured her knee during her basketball game popular, low key laidback though, Became Cici’s friend after Cici helped tutor her

Kim Minji: Introvert but loud asf around friends, awkward, Pretty much a nerd. Not like a brainiac smart nerd. She’s a marvel and Star Wars geek and wtv lol

Character introductions!!: 1. “Hogwarts rejects” 2. “(B)RATZ” 3. “The bully busters!!”

[littlegodzilla]

Hi! Can you write something where Daryl and the reader secretly like each other but they don't get along which makes Daryl upset because he really likes her? Then one day he overhears people talking about him badly but the reader defends him so he takes her out on a run and he's being nice to her which she thinks is weird because they are usually mean to each other. Then he confesses that he heard her stick up for him and she tells him it's because she likes him and it ends in fluffy smut :) x x

Hi anon!

Thanks for your request!

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Daryl Dixon x Femreader.

Anon request.

Warnings: fluff. Confessions. Smut.

Words: 4000.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog @hail-yourselves

Daryl is nervous.

Whenever you're around he knows you'll end up arguing. You work well as a team, for when you have to protect the place you now call home, you fight with everything you have, but when you speak to each other most of the time you end up arguing.

Daryl is frustrated. He likes you, and at first he felt you had feelings for him too, but your continued bickering makes him doubt it. When they fled the CDC they found you on the road before reaching the highway where you lost Sophia and gradually the group grew stronger. Perhaps the quarrels between you were more intense since you discovered Sophia in the barn, Daryl closed himself to the group and you lashed out at him as you didn't understand why he was acting like that. Since then your clashes were constant, but you managed to live together helping each other in the prison, taking care of the sick when the flu hit the prison.

Daryl felt a strange emptiness when you were all separated by the Governor's attack. He thought he would never see you again, that you were dead, a sense of unease ran through his body at the thought that he had lost you. Of course the relief was immense when you were reunited after destroying Terminus, Daryl remembers that moment as special because you embraced. He hugged Carol with all his might because she was his best friend, because he thought he had lost her, but he didn't hold back with you either. The hug you gave each other was more reserved, awkward and shy. Daryl wrapped his arms around your body carefully, afraid to break you, like a puppy he rested his forehead on your shoulder and then pulled away shaking his head.

"It's good to see ya." It was all he could say, and he felt stupid.

Despite that your relationship didn't change much and arriving in Alexandria didn't make things better, even though the place was safe, Daryl felt like he was in a cage, he didn't fit in there, everyone seemed to accept his role in the community, but Daryl didn't know how to go about it, if he really had a role there.

That morning Daryl gets up early, like every day, he'll go out and scout around, make sure everything is in order, safe and come back, maybe hunt something along the way to keep the supplies full and go visit Aaron and Eric to find out what they have for him today.

"They're a bunch of loonies." He listens then and stops, almost recognizing the voice of one of Deanna's sons, the woman who runs the community. "And the guy with the crossbow. Always alone out there."

"Sounds to me like he's seen too many cowboy movies." Jokes another and they all laugh. Daryl clenches his jaw, he doesn't care what they might talk about him, but he's not going to let them talk bad about his people.

"And what about a shower? They have hot water at home, doesn't that guy know what a shower is?" protests another.

"It's his tough guy look, dirty and sweaty, but he sure is a coward afterwards, he's never around when he's needed, he says he's out exploring but he's sure just hanging around, crying." Again there is laughter and Daryl is about to let himself be seen and explain who is going to cry, but stops when he hears a voice.

"Are you talking about Daryl?" your voice suddenly makes his heart race and out of instinct he takes a few steps back so you can't see him.

"She knows what I'm talking about, for sure." Again, Spencer speaks up. "You're always arguing, aren't they? That guy's a fraud."

"You're talking about Daryl." You confirm to yourself and the archer frowns, there's a tone in your voice strange, even when you fight he's never heard you talk like that.

"Yeah, the guy plays the lone wolf, always with that face like he's sparing our lives and behind Rick like a lapdog." Again there's laughter, Daryl needs to watch the scene, he gets a little closer and sees that you have your fists clenched and your jaw tense. You're really pissed off.

"For starters my arguments with Daryl are none of your business, you have no idea, so don't talk about it. Even if we didn't get along, Daryl is my partner and I'm not going to let some pricks who don't know him at all talk behind his back."

"Hey, pretty girl, calm down."

"Don't call me pretty girl and I'm very calm." You pull away when one of them tries to touch you by slapping his hand. "Daryl may be, or has been, many things, but he's worth a lot more than any of you. He's loyal and faithful, he protects his people without asking for anything in return, every morning he leaves here to patrol even if it's not his duty, because that's what you guys are already there for, right? Then I don't know what you are still doing here."

"We just got back from a night patrol, you should talk more carefully, you don't know who you're talking to."

"With a little kid." You face Deanna's son, you don't care who he is, at all. "A night patrol, what a coincidence." A snicker escapes your nose and Daryl watches as they slowly get angrier.

"You're overdoing it, you should shut your mouth..."

"No. The ones who should shut their mouths are you. Next time you want to talk about Daryl, wash your mouths out with soap." You're ready to leave, but one of them holds you back by grabbing your arm. "Let go of me!"

"What's going on here?" The voice of the community leader blocks Daryl's attempt to get out to help you. The situation calms down and the archer walks away unseen.

Daryl hurriedly walks away from the discussion, he feels his chest hammering hard, he needs to regain his composure. The last thing he expected to happen that morning was for you to defend him to Spencer and the rest of his teammates. He has never cared what they think of him, he has nothing to prove to anyone, he knows what he is like, what he has lived through. However the last thing he expected was to hear your words defending him.

"Daryl." He stops when he hears Rick's voice call out to him. The latter turns and gives a forced smile, the sheriff frowns. "Is everything okay?"

"Y-yeah, I was just heading out again... Ya need anythin'?"

"No, I just thought I saw you..." He falls silent then but shakes his head. "It looks to me like she's awake too..." When Rick says your name his whole body jerks.

"Uhm, for a day she's up early..." He mumbles wanting to sound annoyed, but something tells him that Rick notices he doesn't mean it.

"Well, whatever you say, go easy." He asks the sheriff and the sheriff nods walking away again.

"Hey." You jump out of your skin when you hear Daryl bark right next to you. You turn to look at him trying to get your heart back.

"Dixon you're going to get me killed, is that what you intended?"

"Sorry..." He mumbles lowering his gaze, but then looks back at you. "What are ya doin' up so early?"

"You're not the only one who gets up early to do chores, it's kind of late anyway, what are you still doing here?" you defend yourself crossing your arms.

"I've been stalling..." He shrugs and bites his lip. "What yer gonna do?"

"What do you care?" you curse because you know you've been too abrupt, but usually your conversations don't usually last too long.

"I ain't care." Daryl tries to control himself, he knows you're on the defensive. "I wanted to know if ya wanted to come with me outside, explore and hunt something...get out of here."

You open your mouth to respond and mute at the same second, opening your eyes wide. The last thing you expected is for Daryl to ask you something like that. To get out of Alexandria, on patrol, together. Alone. Goosebumps rise on your skin and you feel your cheeks burn. You throat clears, suppressing your own reaction, and shrug.

"Why, are you going to kill me and leave me lying around?"

"Why I wanna fuckin' kill ya. It's just an invitation, are ya comin' or not?" you snort because it's being hard for him to ask you something like this, even though it's something very simple, to him it's important. Without waiting for you to answer, he turns around walking away.

"But wait for me!" You shout at him going after him. Turning his back on you, Daryl keeps smiling.

You walk a few steps behind Daryl getting lost in the trees of the forest, you leave him his space to track and at the same time you are close enough so that he doesn't lose sight of you, not for fear of losing him or losing you, but so as not to become a target by mistake.

Being honest you are still surprised at his invitation to go on patrol with him. Since you two met at camp you have never spoken to each other except to argue, over time you have learned to work as a team, but you don't usually talk too much. It's possible that your temper is because you don't really know how to talk to him, because you like him, you haven't been able to ignore your feelings for Daryl Dixon for a long time and you know it.

In his first stage you considered him a complete asshole, always influenced by his brother Merle's personality, a bad personality, but when he disappeared it seemed that little by little Daryl was also changing, somehow Rick's presence also caused changes in the redneck that made you all gradually see him differently. In prison he took care of everyone when Rick lost his mind and seeing him with Judith in his arms, seeing him smile with that shyness and emotion contained by seeing the baby made your heart melt and the day you met again at Terminus fall and he hugged you, that made your feelings for him intensify even more, you never expected the archer to hug you. Now in Alexandria you all are adapting, except Daryl, you know it's different for him, it's difficult, but you will not allow anyone to mess with him, much less without knowing his history, you don't know his past either, but you know that Daryl is nothing like what they talked about. Much less a coward.

"Hey."

Before you can look up, you bump into Daryl's back, a sharp gesture that makes you stagger for a second, but you quickly break away, frowning ready to yell at him why he stopped.

"May I ask where ya were?" he's quicker.

"I was thinking about..." about you, it almost slips out, but you bite your tongue in time. "Nothing... a thing this morning..." You rectify. "But you didn't have to stop so abruptly."

"I didn't stop..." He frowns, why don't you tell him what happened with Spencer and his buddies? "Never mind, look." He points to the ground and you walk over peeking out beside him.

There's a fresh trail, they look like footprints of some boar or deer, you don't know all those things apart yet, you're not as good as the hunter, but you're glad to see that you might be able to catch something.

"They are wild boar footprints." He says to you, biting his thumbnail.

"Do you know if it's a male?"

"No, unfortunately he ain't shuffling his balls." You hear him snap and you snort loudly.

"Asshole, I mean if there are small tracks, other than a mother with her babies." You try not to hit him but he's giving you a hard time.

"Boars go in herds." He comments but crouches down to observe them better. "But I don't see small tracks, they're all the same diameter."

"Okay... So how do we do it?"

"Ya wanna go after a herd of wild boars and try to hunt them? Yer crazy." He laughs with a snicker and you cross your arms in offense. "If they get caught or we wound one without killing it they might attack us and they're aggressive as fuck."

"But with one adult boar we'd have food for a lot of them for a while."

Daryl knows this, but it's risky, he still agrees to follow them closely and find out where they're headed. You manage to throw off a rather large boar, Daryl has found a trail of acorns and has been dropping them trying to lure one of the herd, which has proved successful. When you are far enough away from the rest that they can't run to his aid, Daryl raises his crossbow and fires. The bolt sticks in the animal's side and the boar screeches in pain, locating you instantly. You get goose bumps when you see that, despite the mortal wound, the animal turns to you both and shakes its head menacingly.

"Run." Daryl says to you, and before you can react, the archer pulls you by the hand, pulling you away from the animal running after you.

You escape through the trees, hearing the animal's screams getting closer and closer, you find it amazing what it can resist with the wound, willing to take revenge before dying, you come out of the forest in a clearing where you find an abandoned cabin. Daryl turns back to the boar, raises the crossbow again and fires once more. The two of you are trapped against the wall of the hut, a last scream is heard before the body falls with a thud to the ground, Daryl's arrow embedded in the animal's forehead. You remain a few more seconds in tension, Daryl with the crossbow raised, his whole body tense, breathing heavily, the animal's fang stuck in his leg, but it doesn't hurt now. He is more aware of you than of his wound. You have stuck to him as if he were a nail, clutching his vest with both hands, face pressed into his side, hidden under his raised arm holding the crossbow, you tremble slightly in fear of receiving the animal's attack even though everything has already passed.

Slowly he relaxes his posture and lowers his arm brushing against your head, with a gentle touch on your hair, you open your eyes as you become aware that you are still hugging him and quickly pull away clearing your throat, seeing the boar at your feet.

"I didn't think that..."

"Told ya they get aggressive, imagine a whole herd." He mutters and hangs the crossbow on his back. Then he looks up at the sky and frowns. "It's getting late..."

"How are we going to get it all the way to Alexandria?

"We'll cut it up and put it in the packs, but not today, if we get going we'll arrive at night and with the meat on our backs... it'll be dangerous."

"Let's stay here." You say looking at the hut, it's dismantled, but has a firm roof and walls in place. "We just need to make sure it's empty, we can butcher the boar outside and..." You fall silent as you then notice the wound on Daryl's leg. "You're hurt."

"I'm fine..." He grunts trying to hide it.

"We're staying here." You dictate and go straight to the house to make sure it's safe.

Daryl watches you without saying anything, your constant concern for him now confuses him, why do you have to be so complicated? You return within minutes with a smile, the house is clear, so you can spend the night there. Daryl didn't like the idea of having strayed so far from his original route, he just wanted to talk to you and maybe ask you why you had defended him that morning. He didn't expect to be there, on the steps of the house, skinning a huge boar to take the meat and try to save it until the next day you return to the community, he will reserve the guts and skin to put away from the cabin, to keep the dead from approaching. He hears a tinkling sound nearby and raises his head to look at you, you are back from securing a perimeter to prevent you from possible unexpected visitors while you are sleeping, when you see him you frown.

"What are you doing?"

"Taking out the meat, what do ya think I'm doing, trying to fucking revive him?"

"You're hurt, idiot. You should be inside, nursing your wound and trying to rest. I'll take care of that."

"Yeah, like y'know how to do that." He defends himself by continuing with his task. His leg hurts, he knows he has to heal the wound or else it will get infected and that will be a serious problem, but now he has to get it over with.

"I know how to do it, why are you so stubborn? Go inside and try to rest, I'll finish."

"No need, that's it." He continues to cut carefully and you snap angrily. You pick up the bag where the animal's useless remains are and point at him.

"Stay there, don't even think about lifting a finger. I'm going to leave this out there and I'll be right back." Daryl opens his mouth to retort and you shush him. "No. You're hurt, it's late, we're far from home. Shut up and for once listen to me." Without further ado you turn around and walk away, losing yourself in the woods.

When you return, Daryl is inside the cabin, as you had asked him to do, he has spread out the sleeping bags and prepared a fire to keep warm. It is not extremely cold, but the nights are cooler and the mild temperature is always pleasant. He hasn't even tried to wash his wound and that bothers you again. Why doesn't he ever listen to you? Sighing you walk to his side and sit down next to him picking up his boot starting to unbuckle it. Daryl grunts in pain, his leg is bothering him more than he thought it would.

"What the hell yer doin'?"

"What am I doing? What you don't, from what I can see, you haven't even bothered to look at your wound." You scold him as if he were a small child and carefully tug on the boot managing to pull it off.

"'m tellin' ya I'm fine, why ya always gotta do whatever ya want?" however he doesn't pull away letting you carefully pull his pant leg up.

"Because out of the two of us I'm the only one with any sense."

Daryl bites his tongue to avoid answering that, you get closer to inspect the wound, luckily it is not very deep, a tear but nothing to regret. You take your backpack to take out your little bag that you always carry with you, apart from the knives and bullets it is important to be able to heal a bad wound. You take out the alcohol and some bandages and get ready to clean the archer's wound. Daryl watches you closely, as you carefully wash the cut and begin to bandage the wound.

"Why did ya defend me this morning?" he says suddenly, unable to hold back any longer. Your hands stop in the bandaging process.

"What?" you look at him sideways, trying to appear normal.

"This morning, I heard Deanna's son with his friends talking about me, and ya shushed them... Why?"

"Because I like you." You say without hesitation, you don't have an excuse to defend yourself, so you'd rather tell him the truth. "They don't know you and dare to talk about you." You shrug bandaging his leg again. "They've called you a coward and maybe you've been many things, but you've never been a coward..."

Daryl doesn't look away from what you are doing. His breath catches for a few seconds in his throat when he hears you give him your explanation. You like him. You like him. Not the answer he expected you to say. Not by a long shot. He feels his heart racing and try to find the words.

"Ya like me." Daryl finally speaks and you can swear your ears are red. "Ya said ya like me..."

"Yes, that's what I said, is there a problem?" You look at him, you're embarrassed but you have your pride, if Daryl is going to make fun of you, you're going to die fighting.

"How can ya say ya like me and then this? We're always fighting."

"Because at first you were a jerk, and then you started to change...I don't know, okay? It's not something I can control just like that." You fight back, leaving the archer's wound and try to pull away, but Daryl grabs your arm and pulls you towards him.

Your first kiss is awkward, rough. Your foreheads collide, your noses clench and your teeth scrape together. You didn't expect him to do that and Daryl hasn't controlled the pull, he doesn't let you pull away, he holds you by the back of the neck and tilts your head, kissing you this time the way it should be done. You gasp against his mouth as you feel him settle you between his legs and hold you by the waist. It becomes a dominant and intense kiss, as on almost every occasion you share this becomes a fight, you too want to take the pace of the situation, but Daryl catches you, his hand is still on the back of your neck, tangled in your hair, his other hand caresses and squeezes your waist daring to go down to your ass giving a gentle squeeze. A gasp escapes you against his mouth, Daryl then slips his tongue into your mouth and your tongues play.

The kiss breaks when you need air, Daryl's grip on the back of your neck loosens, you feel him caress your neck before releasing you. Your gazes are connected, neither of you want to look away, but you don't know what to say either, it was an intense kiss, full of desire, it's obvious that you both had been waiting for it to happen for a long time and at the same time you hadn't had the courage to take the step.

"I guess the only way I had to talk to you was to argue..." You speak again. "Because when I tried to do it without fighting, I couldn't get the words out, I got very nervous and that pissed me off, plus you didn't make it easy for me either..."

"Is it my fault?" she asks you with irony.

"No, no, I'm not saying that... well maybe a little, but what I mean..." Daryl stops you with another kiss, you stare at each other and you feel him caress your cheeks with his thumbs.

"Me too..." He confesses and you need a moment to understand what he means.

Daryl kisses you again sitting you on his lap. Your hands move over each other's bodies with need. You undress each other, never stopping touching, never stopping kissing, panting against each other's mouths, desire overflowing, you've been wanting each other for so long that now all the emotions engulf you. You move your hips against his crotch, Daryl gasps and grunts holding you by the waist making the friction more intense. His cock getting harder and harder, rubbing against your pussy, rubbing the tip against your entrance. You moan loudly as he works his way inside you, holding onto his shoulders you begin to move on top of him, your hips rocking as he pushes under your body upwards entering much deeper inside you. Your bodies take on a fast and urgent rhythm, you know that neither of you can hold on for too long, the desire was stronger, the need has pushed you to let yourself go. You feel the pleasure squeeze in your stomach and explode making you arch over Daryl's body as you tighten around his cock feeling him cum inside, painting your walls white.

"Fuck..." You gasp hiding your face in his neck, Daryl holds you down trying to catch your breath.

"Fuck yes, and if you give me a few minutes, I'll fuck ya again." He assures you and you shudder. "But don't think yer getting away." He pulls you apart a little so he can look at you. "Let's talk about this, let's get our situation straight." He tells you and kisses you, you sigh against his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Alright, Dixon, we'll talk about anything you want. Now show me what you can do." You smile mischievously, Daryl snorts and holds you turning your bodies, placing you under his.

The night is going to be a long one and few words come out of your mouths other than moans and gasps. The talk will have to wait until you get to Alexandria, but that doesn't mean you don't want it as much as you want to melt into each other.

The End...

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