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im so curious-- how well does DUDrow get on with the other companions? I've only seen your art and going off that I feel like: he gets along with Shadowheart, Gale I think he borderline cant stand, and Wyll/Lae'zel/Karlach I have no idea how he'd feel about them but id love to know!
So, funfact, because I was not familiar with these kinds of games at the time I played BG3, I practically stuck with the same exact party the entire playthrough. I distinctly remember swapping Wyll in for Astarion once at the end of act 2 because I thought he NEEDED to be there to find Mizora, and I replaced Gale with Karlach when I went to kill Gortash. Otherwise... It was pretty much always just DU drow, Shadowheart, Astarion and Gale. I did this because they were the characters I liked most, so I wanted to see all they had to offer.
Anyways, I mention this because it reflects how DU drow related to everyone - which is to say that he didn't. He picked his favorites (two because he liked them, one because he has fireball) and didn't get particularly close to anyone else.
BUT, there were definitely notable dynamics!
Lae'zel: She's dead. He killed her night 3 or something. Before that he thought her annoyingly demanding and over the top. I don't think DU drow even remembers her by the end of the game.
Gale: Just to add to your original observation, Gale and DU drow have a little bit of history. Gale tries, for about half of the campaign, to pursue him romantically. DU drow keeps turning him down and is either misinterpreted or ignored, and by the time Gale does give up on him their relationship has completely soured to the point where they are constantly shooting daggers at each other. (this reflects a romance bug I got in my first run, except I didn't realize it was a bug. Either way I think its more interesting storytelling than the intended experience.)
Wyll: DU drow was profoundly frustrated by Wyll every step of the way. He found him to be incredibly naive and a bit delusional in his pursuit for heroism, and could never relate to Wyll's perspective or choices - the few he made for himself, at least. They definitely had the least in common and DU drow avoided interacting with him most of the time.
Halsin: He didn't care for Halsin much. He was vaguely helpful but by the time they got to the shadow-cursed lands DU drow had the impression he'd only been dragged here to help him clear his conscience, which he didn't appreciate. Also, he couldn't bear to have someone in camp be taller than himself. Halsin was left behind in Act 2.
Jaheira: DU drow fucking loves Jaheira. They bickered and borderline insulted each other and had a great time doing it. He can respect anyone who will call him a monster, threaten to murder him in his sleep, and make light fun at him the next day. It helps that she's hot, also.
Minsc: Weird hamster man. Ocasionally rendered him speechless. Puzzling human being.
Karlach: He didn't get Karlach, but he was often amused by her and curious enough to want to hear what she had to say. There was a similar issue here as Wyll's where he just couldn't relate to her enough to have much to discuss, but Karlach at least had an edge to her that made her far better company. They got along pretty well when the topic wasn't serious, but when it came to the problems she actually faced their perspectives shifted significantly. DU drow thought everything could be fixed, that accepting her own demise was a cowardly thing to do - and as they approached the end, and she asked him if he would stay with her when she died, he thought she was weak. I don't know if he ever discusses it with anyone, but he feels guilty about her death to this day and sees it as personal failure.
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I Can Treat You Better
Paring: Jenna Ortega x Female Reader
Summary: Youâre speaking to Jenna about your ex boyfriend that broke up with you. Things seem to escalate from then on.
Warning: Profanity
Authors Note: Ngl, I got lazy and rushed a bit. So I apologize if there is any mistakes.đ«Ą
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You and Jenna were bestfriends since childhood. No matter the situation you both would be there for each other.
And of course you call her to meet up with you, and talk about your toxic relationship with your boyfriend. Well ex boyfriend.
There was a thing about your best friend that you didnât know. Jenna had been falling for you hard. Ever since you were kids and it never seemed like her feelings for you would stop anytime soon.
When she heard you got a boyfriend she was absolutely devastated, but she knew that she needed to stay positive and supportive for the sake of your friendship.
So when she heard you guys broke up she couldnât help, but feel a little relieved.
Youâre currently here with Jenna, sitting at a table in a restaurant, gossiping about how toxic he was, while Jenna listens.
âI canât believe I even dated that guy. He was a fucking jerk. I was just too blind to notice,â You rolled your eyes to the thought of him and grumbled as you took a sip of your drink.
âYeah, Y/N from the way you described him he is a total asshole, Iâm sorry you had to go through that,â Jenna commented.
âI know right!? Who the hell does he think he is, moving on so fast. Actually.. Iâm going to see who he decided to leave me for, I feel sorry for them.â
As you pick up your phone to go look you kept on rambling about him, but Jenna still seemed to listen no matter how much you talked, not taking her eyes off you for even a second.
Jenna finally decides to speak again after youâve been angrily talking about your ex.
âI can treat you better than he can,â Jenna says quietly but loud enough for you to hear.
You then put down your phone, and look at your friend after those words came out of her mouth.
âWhat did you say, Jen?,â You looked at Jenna Ortega with confusion.
You were so oblivious to Jennaâs feelings towards you.
Jenna finally snaps out of her loving gaze she was staring at you with, and immediately started to think about something to cover up what she just said.
âI meant that he treated you shitty. If I were him I wouldnât have ever thought of leaving,â
âOh, exactly! I was such a good girlfriend to him. Still he chose to be disloyal.â
After you said that, there was some silence between you two until you spoke again.
âYknow Iâm so glad weâre friends, Jen,â
As those words left your mouth Jenna couldnât help, but smile. âIm glad too, Y/N,â
Thereâs a thing about you that made her fall in love. You always made her feel wanted when she was with you. You were truly a great friend to her. She just wishes you both could be more.
You smile back at her, but then you soon realized that you had to get back to your house, because you were about to have company over.
âShit! I lost track of time. Iâm sorry but I have to leave. Iâll text you when I get home.â
You grabbed your things, quickly pay for the bill, and leave. But not without giving Jenna a hug.
Jenna wished that hug wouldâve lasted longer but fully understood you had other places to be. And with that, Jenna also puts all her stuff in her purse and returns to her apartment.
She went ahead and hopped in the shower for 30 minutes, and then went to get dressed in her pajamas to relax.
Jenna checked her phone, and saw the message you left for her 10 minutes ago.
It read, âMe family came. sorre that we could not had talke more longer :(â
jenna saw the message, and texted her back, âNo worries. Also Y/N your grammar is awful.â
âGo fuck yourself, Ortegaâ
Jenna snickers at your response, âno need to get angry Y/N, Im going to go to sleep, love you.â
Jenna texted that, and went ahead to close her phone. She laid down on her bed, about to go to sleep but she had a notification pop up on her screen saying,
âLove u tooooâ
Jenna Ortega smiled brightly at the sight, and then went to sleep.
The next morning she was awaken to noise in her kitchen. She lives alone.
She knew being famous would mean meeting crazy fans, but not a person breaking into her home!
The poor girl was already jumping into conclusions.
She quickly grabbed her pepper spray and walked slowly to the kitchen, and saw that the persons back was facing towards her.
The mysterious person turns around when they heard footsteps stop. As they do, they get sprayed in the eye with pepper spray.
It turns out it was just you making breakfast for Jenna.
Once Jenna noticed it was you she immediately threw the pepper spray on the ground.
You screamed in agony as you fell on the ground.
âWHAT THE FUCK, JEN!?â
Jenna may had forgot that she gave you the keys to her apartment.
âShit! Iâm so sorry!â
She quickly ran to get you water. As soon as you got the water you poured it on your eyes, hoping that the pain will go away.
Newsflash, it didnât.
It still helped ease the pain though. Jenna kept on apologizing as she sat you down in her bedroom.
âJenna please be quiet, it was an accident itâs fineâ
âNo Y/N that was completely my fault. I totally forgot that I gave you a key to my apartment. Yknow how fans are these days. Can you at least open your eyesâ
âIâll try,â You say as you opened both of your eyes, but not completely. All you saw when you opened your eyes was Jennaâs face close to yours.
Jenna obviously knew what she was doing but has to stay professional because she was the one who caused this.
âJust wait a few minutes. Itâll feel better. Iâm sorry againâ
You nodded, and closed your eyes again as your back laid down on Jennaâs bed.
It had been quiet for a few minutes and Jenna went ahead, and broke it.
âY/N, can I just say something really quick. I know this isnât the time, but youâre already here.â
You sighed and sat up in Jennaâs bed again, you could now open your eyes again without it hurting like hell, âGo ahead and say it, Jen.â
What you didnât prepare for is that Jenna was about to confess her whole entire feelings to you.
The girl took a deep breath in before speaking, and she spoke quickly, âY/N I canât hold back my feelings for you anymore. I had feelings for you for a while, and I mean, a while. I know this isnât the proper time, because I just pepper sprayed you, and your boyfriend broke up with you, but I feel like I wouldnât have an opportunity like this again if I donât say my feelings for you. I love you I really do. I can treat you better than those guys, if you just gave me the chance to do so.
You stared at Jenna with wide eyes, your mouth open in shock and you trying to process all that she said.
This is why she never spoke about her relationship status, this is why she avoided questions about having an crush, this is why.
Itâs all starting to come together now.
You actually did not know what to do in this situation. Your best friend had romantic feelings for you. How could you be this dumb.
But then, Jenna let her inner thoughts win over her, and hesitated before grabbing both sides of your face and pulling you into a kiss.
You were even more stunned when she did that.
You felt her try to deepen the kiss and you instantly pull away.
âIâm sorry, I just canât deal with this today..â
You quickly get off her bed and leave the apartment.
Leaving her disappointed and guilty on why would she do that and say that.
First your boyfriend broke up with you. Second, you get pepper sprayed by your bestfriend, because she thought you were an intruder. Lastly, that bestfriend confessed her feeling for you, and kissed you.
This is a lot to take in
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âHow are your injuries holding up?â Izuku had texted you, the minute he was out of class; you had taken a pretty bad fall and knocked yourself unconscious for a couple of hours, meaning you missed your afternoon classes that day.
You responded later on, telling him you were okay, and requested his notes from the classes you had missed. Izuku was caring towards all of his classmates, he remembered to check up in everybody, and always noticed if something was wrong. You suspected it was because he was always very analytical and observant- that was something to admire about him.
He happily sent you photographs of his notebook pages from that afternoon, decorated with doodles and diagrams of everything relevant- multicoloured arrows adding in extra details that Mr Aizawa had presumably explained during class.
Although you werenât as close to Izuku as some of your other classmates, you felt comfortable around him- he was always so friendly and approachable; truly heroic qualities, although it was usually you texting him first, asking for his help studying. Izukuâs strong desire to help others anyways led him to the seat across from you in the library, rambling on about the topic you were struggling to understand. He was always happy to go into more detail for you- and you were sure that teaching others helped him to learn too.
âSo you see, this strategy was actually used by a lot of great hero teams; including the Wild Wild Pussycats not too long ago!â He rambled on- hero studies were his specialty, as you were well aware, and he was always incredibly helpful.
That was, until his constant rambling excitement got the two of you suspended from the school library⊠So, you moved your study sessions to his dorm room instead.
âExcuse the decorâŠâ He said sheepishly, blushing into his hands as you looked around at his All Might themed room.
You honestly thought it was adorable just how much he loved All Might- he was a real fanboy alright. You told him you didnât mind his decor, and sat down at his desk beside him, pulling out your textbook and placing it beside his.
Study sessions turned into study dates; you or Izuku would bring snacks or drinks up to his room in preparation, sometimes youâd even order dinner to eat and watch a movie together (often based on pro-heroes) before you started studying.
Even after your library suspension had been lifted, you and Izuku had continued your study sessions- now dates in his room, often carrying on late into the night- ending with you falling asleep, hunched over with your nose pressed into your textbook. Once Izuku had noticed your light snores after his rambling had subsided, he would stop his talking and try to be as quiet as possible.
âYou must be tired, huh? Youâve been working really hard lately.â He would whisper to you, moving your hair away from your eyes gently before he wrapped you up in his All Might blanket.
âLetâs get you into bed so you can sleep properly.â In times like this, Izuku was grateful that he had gotten so much stronger, because it meant that he could easily carry you out of his room and into yours.
Heâd pull back your sheets and tuck you in, but no matter how gently he put you down, youâd always stir at the sudden lack of warmth, mumbling his name quietly as you rubbed your eyes, attempting to look up at him in the dim moonlight as he was still leaning over you, spreading his All Might blanket out over the top of your covers to keep you warm.
âSorry, I didnât mean to wake you.â He smiled as you reached up towards him.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him down into you. Usually, he would fight off your grasp, telling you in a quiet panic that you needed to rest. Truthfully, Izuku could feel his cheeks burning at the thought of hugging you; it was already hard enough for him to compose himself during your study dates. The way youâd look at him while he went on and on about trivial facts about his favourite heroes, the way your eyes lit up when he mentioned your favourites, your determination to learn from him- not to mention he thought you were absolutely gorgeous.
More often than not, youâd wake up to the familiar smell of Izuku, wrapped up in his blanket from the night before with your school bag placed neatly at your bedside.
However that night, he had failed to resist your grasp. He gave in, stumbling over the edge of your bed and falling on top of you. Your eyes met his, half asleep in the dark room, but you could tell that his were widening by the second as his pupils shone with a white moonlit glimmer. Izuku looked down at you- how your skin looked in the gentle light, your eyes half lidded and your hair messy behind you.
âOh crap! Sorry, I didnât mean to squash you. Are you sure this is okay?â He asked, pushing himself up further on his hands and hovering over you, only for you to pull him back down on top of you.
Despite being a pretty small guy, Izuku was surprisingly heavy, most likely due to his muscles, yet he was still so soft- especially his cheeks that rested squashed against yours. As he laid somewhat tense on top of you, you felt yourself doze back into a slumber with your arms around him, Izuku soon giving in to the familiar scents of you and his favourite blanket and falling asleep on top of you.
The next morning, he awoke still in your bed, now to the side of you with an arm and leg wrapped around you- it was cold, seeing as he never got underneath the blanket with you. His first reflex as he began to wake up was to pull his sheets in tightly before he stretched out, forgetting that he was with you, he mistakenly pulled you closer to him, his face now buried in the back of your neck.
âMorning âzukuâŠâ You had said to him sleepily, feeling his warm hand wrapped around your stomach.
âGood morning...â He mumbled, still not fully aware of his surroundings until you began to turn your head towards him.
That morning, he decided to work up the courage to string a question together for you, his eyes darting around the room as he struggled to face you, his freckled cheeks glowing a shade of red you had grown familiar with by now.
âSo⊠Um. What do you want us to be exactly?â
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âMorning âzukuâŠâ Youâd mumble quietly, pullimg the blankets up over your shoulder, feeling his shiffle behind you.
âGood morning sweetieâŠâ He responded sweetly, nuzzling his face into your neck and pressing a kiss into you with a smile.
Waking up to a warm arm wrapped around your waist was far from unusual now; Izukuâs curly green hair would tickle your ear when he buried his face into you every morning- a feeling you loved to wake up to. His warm breath would tickle your ear as he began to tell you what he was doing that day, his voice higher pitched than usual as he began to wake up.
âI love youâŠâ
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So Noelle, being to a degree emotionally reliant on knowing that darling is safe and that her apartment is a sanctuary. How is she handling having that mental construct violated? Like say for example there's a break in and the apartment is robbed, darling isn't hurt or anything just that perception of having a safe secure place violated in some way. c:
GREAT Question, I was excited to answer this one.
First, let's explore the logistics of this. By the nature of her wealth and status, Atalanta has a trusted and experienced security team to protect her at all times. Since she was hired, Noelle has had security around her too, both because Ata likes her and because she is a potential risk. If Noelle is kidnapped and tortured for information, Montclair secrets could come out and that's a huge problem. So there is at least 1 security guard following Noelle around/Guarding her apartment at all times. A potential intruder would have to break into the building, get in the elevator, somehow know the apartment number, get past the guard, and then get into the locks. Noelle is no fool, she has taken precautions to protect both herself and Darling.
If someone managed to do all that, Noelle would be downright hysterical. Like she would have a mental breakdown, and Darling isn't even hurt in this scenario. If Darling was hurt, she might go on a rampage. For now, she is able to tone it down to just a simple mental breakdown.
You have never seen Noelle like this, and you will never see it again. In fact, very very few people have seen Noelle like this (Odette, her mom, and a few stepfathers). Noelle is a very, very calm person. She doesn't raise her voice or show any extreme emotions. You could be psychotic and she would calm you down slowly and gently, wrap you in a blanket, and hold you close as you slept.
But this is more than she can handle. This is violating her sacred space. She has carved out one space in the entire fucking world and some jackass has fucking defiled it? She can't have one damn thing? What did she fucking do in her past life to deserve all this?
You're not fucking staying here tonight. Noelle sends you with a security guard to a hotel room Atalanta arranged; she'll catch up later tonight. She has to do something first. You can try to protest but she's not in the fucking mood and you are going to listen and go. She's actually a little scary, she always speaks kindly to you.
You wait anxiously in the hotel for Noelle to come back for about 2 hours. When she finally comes, she is back to her normal loving, doting self, stroking your hair and lamenting about how scared you must've been and how brave you were and how she is so thankful you are safe and sound. She brought your favorite stuffed animal and some clothes for the two of you. She seems the same, only a little sweaty. After she showers, she cuddles you to sleep, then gets up to get her laptop and try to rebuild your lives.
The next day, Noelle allows you (after a lot of begging and pleading on your end) to go get some more essentials. When you get back through the kicked-in door, you are shocked. The place looks much, much worse than it did when you saw it last. The expensive glass vases and trinkets Noelle decorates with are shattered on the ground, the paintings clawed, the TV seemingly kicked in. The place looks ransacked, and your mouth drops open. You know Noelle would never be negligent enough to not leave someone to watch the door, and nothing sentimental seems hurt. All of your possessions are safely intact and pristine. Only... only the expensive things are destroyed... only the things that can be replaced.
"What-" You don't even know what to say, "What happened here?"
"What do you mean, Darling?" Noelle cocks her head at you, confused, "The burglars did this; it was like this when you left."
"No-"
"You're mistaken, my love. This must be such a great shock to you. Let's get your things and we can go back to the hotel room and rest. I'll even order some of those cookies you like."
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#blessings roll call!#feel free to hop in the tags or replies <3#started my new job this week-- working as a PT tech at a rehab clinic#that training is going well and it's such a blessing to not have to be actively searching for a job during the semester#since I've got a very full class schedule trying to find time to apply and interview would be a nightmare rn#so grateful that got done literally right before the semester picked up#and now I can focus on learning the job. also praise that all my coworkers are kind and patient.#school is going better than expected. there's a lot to do but so far I'm doing really well in all my classes#and singing in choir has been such a joy!#we have so many gorgeous pieces including a Sara Teasdale poem arranged for chorale#it sounds heavenly! the solo is lovely and the alto part is a lot of sustained notes that come together with the other parts to make this#insane almost organ-like sound#got to chat with my bestie today at my other job which was good#homemade soup!#food in general actually. The first week or two of the semester I was subsisting on nothing or junk food#and got to the point where I was starting to feel like crap and went grocery shopping#I've been bringing meals to college and work the last 2 weeks and it's made such a difference!#and I missed eating vegetables and actually getting protein so now I have nutrient-dense meals and it's great#actually getting close to enough sleep and it's been great#talked to my grandparents about visiting over Christmas break and they're down so I might be going to see them soon!#hanging out with my sister a bit more now that we drive to school together#despite being super busy it's been a good month. ups and downs but overall the best September I've had in a while#prayer request-- the one thing I haven't been consistent with is my quiet times.#definitely struggling in that area right now. please pray I can spend time in worship and prayer and study even when I don't feel like it <#college chronicles#journal
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petition for my brain to just Not
#also my stomach because there's literally nothing in there worth of throwing up#still mostly unable to cry too so i guess i'll just sit here with it#trying my damndest to find something else to occupy my thoughts#and idek really why??#it's just deep exhaustion and shapeless despair#and sure the past week(s) have been Not Great#and i went to bed too late last night#but i did get some proper sleep finally again.#and earlier my mother called to tell me the dog is currently fine#so there's some actual tangible hope?#and here i am#feeling like dirt.#afraid to hope#fucking hell#personal#at least the constant 'i really fucked up and almost killed a patient because i didn't look closely enough' bs my brain has been on for day#has faded into nothing more than an echo and maybe a bad taste in my mouth#thanks vet i referred him to for berating me in that way#as if i wasn't already feeling bad enough#apparently she's known for that though so it wasn't even me#but it certainly didn't help
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medicine | s.j
in which jake is sick and the only thing that will make him feel better is a taste of you.
pairing: jake x fem!reader
includes: face sitting, oral sex, jake being sick, squirting, cumming untouched, cumming in pants, face riding (lmk if i missed anything).
jake was game to eat you out at any time.
youâre exhausted after a long day of work or classes? jake was there already kneeling in front of the bed, awaiting your pussy.
itâs the middle of the night and youâre tucked into bed, fast asleep? jake canât help the craving he gets and just has to have one lick of your addictive taste before heâs able to fall asleep.
you step foot out of the shower and within less than a minute, jake is laying you down in the tub and devouring your pussy.
the point was, it didnât matter the occasion. jake just always wanted to eat you out.
that was never anything you felt the need to complain about. you knew people whoâs boyfriends refused to go down on them and you couldnât believe it. you and your boyfriend had just about the opposite of that problem.
but since jake was always game, that meant he wanted it even when he was in not-so-great situations himself.
âno, jake,â you said assertively, shaking your head.
âplease,â he begged, looking at you with those pleasing puppy-dog eyes.
at any other given time, you wouldâve said yes. just like jake always wanted to eat you out, you always wanted to get eaten out. you two were a match made in heaven.
however, jake had picked up some virus going around campus and had been completely knocked out by it. heâd spent the past two days in bed sleeping, trying to rid his body of the sickness.
youâd been his faithful nurse, staying close by in case he needed anything. you made him soup, brought him medicine every few hours, monitored his temperature, and gave him everything else he couldâve possibly needed. except, that is, the one thing he actually wanted.
âwhy not?â he practically whimpered. âitâs been days. i deserve it. iâll feel so much better.â
his desperation almost made you laugh. he wanted you so badly and if he wasnât as sick as he was, you wouldâve given it to him, but he just wasnât well enough. he was still sniffly, still weak, still running a fever, and just simply was not in the right position to be giving you head.
âyou deserve it?â you couldnât hold back the laugh this time.
âi do!â he whined, not finding the situation funny whatsoever. âiâve been stuck in this bed for days feeling like shit and all i want is to have my face buried between your legs. just a taste, baby, please.â
you shook your head.
âjust a taste is gonna turn into you eating me out for hours,â you said.
âand whatâs wrong with that?â he pouted.
âyou need to be sleeping and getting better,â you told him.
he leaned forward in your shared bed to get closer to you, who was sitting at the foot of the bed. he placed his hand on your thigh, tilting his head to the side.
âyour pussy will make me better,â he said softly.
you placed your hand on top of his, looking into his pleading eyes. he was still so handsome, even as sick as he was. you were tempted, you had to admit.
âi donât know, jake,â you said.
âplease, baby,â he begged you, practically on the verge of tears. âiâll make you feel so good, i promise.â
his pink cheeks, his swollen lips, his teary eyes, you just couldnât say no to him.
plus, he said it would help him feel better, so how could you argue with that?
âfine,â you gave in. âlay back.â
jake bit his lip to prevent himself from smiling in victory. his eyes lit up when you agreed and he immediately complied, lying back down on his back.
you crawled up the bed until you made it to his abdomen. you planted your knees on either side of him and hovered over his body, second guessing whether you should actually do this.
âare you sure, jake?â you sighed.
jakeâs face flashed with terror at the mere idea of you changing your mind. his eyebrows furrowed together in worry.
âiâm sure,â he insisted. âplease, i need it. itâs my medicine.â
for whatever reason, his words turned you on. calling your pussy his medicine was all you needed to hear to shuffle your shorts down your legs, leaving you bare and exposed to him.
he licked his lips and watched you closely as you crawled up the remainder of his body until landing by his face. you hovered above him, sighing at the sight of him underneath you.
âsit,â he urged, beyond eager to get his tongue inside you.
âstop me if you canât breathe,â you warned, knowing his nose was stuffed and his mouth would be occupied.
he didnât say anything, just grabbed your hips and pulled you down so you were actually sitting on his face.
a surprised moan escaped your lips as jake immediately started licking your folds, gathering all your wetness on his tongue. he moaned, muffled, but the vibrations from it were extremely pleasurable.
you dug your hand in his mop of messy hair, legs already starting to tremble as he swiped his tongue up and down the length of your pussy.
you looked down and you could just tell he was in his most happy place. his eyes were closed, savoring the sensation of licking your pussy and tasting your sweet arousal. he was almost moaning as much as you were, certainly enjoying it as much as you, if not more.
you turned your head back and werenât surprised at all by the sight of his hips thrusting up into the air, desperate for any kind of friction. his neglected cock was straining against his pajama pants, but you knew he wasnât expecting you to touch him. he just wanted to eat you out, and that was enough for him.
âtastes so fucking good,â he said through an exhale, taking a second to catch his breath.
âare you doing okay?â you asked him, raising yourself off his face.
âmore than okay,â he assured you. âi could do this all fucking night.â
he grabbed your hips and pulled you back down onto his face, going straight for your clit this time. he wrapped his lips around the bud and sucked on it softly, swallowing your taste.
you yelped, your legs clenching around his face.
âoh fuck, jake,â you cried out, your grip tightening in his hair.
he released his suction on your clit and went back to gliding his tongue up and down your pussy. he stopped at your hole and delved his tongue inside, letting out a broken moan at your tight walls around his tongue.
you found yourself slightly grinding on his face, subconsciously trying to rub your clit against his nose while he thrusted his tongue in and out of your hole. you knew he didnât care. in fact, he loved it. he loved you humping his face in an attempt to increase the pleasure.
you sat up again, removing your pussy from his face. a string of your arousal mixed with his spit kept your pussy connected to his lips.
he looked up at you in confusion and even a slight hint of frustration as to why you just took away his treatâyour pussy.
âwhy?â he asked urgently.
âyour forehead is so warm, jakey,â you said, having brushed against it while you were tugging his hair.
itâd brought you back down to earth, reminding you that you were riding the face of someone who was not entirely up to health.
âiâm fine,â he said, annoyed. âi feel so good, please just come back. let me have it again.â
he was so, so desperate. you knew you should get off and let him get some sleep, but he wanted it so bad. so, you lowered your hips back down to his face and allowed him to lick up your pussy lips.
âfuck, thank you,â he moaned out, relieved to have your warm pussy back on his face. âi feel good, i promise. just need your pussy on me, baby, thatâs all.â
you sighed in pleasure, leaning back slightly and starting to grind again. jake closed his eyes again, lapping and slurping at your pussy.
your stomach was warm and the knot would unravel soon, you were sure of it. he was so good at eating you out, you never lasted long.
âharder,â he urged, pulling you down on his face even more. âride my face harder, baby.â
you whimpered, humping his face harder. your puffy clit hit the tip of his nose every time you fucked your hips forward. jake fucking loved it. he loved inhaling through his nose and smelling your sweet pussy, having it right there in front of him.
he loved you sitting on his face just as much as he loved laying on his stomach and eating you out regularly. he loved when you would just lose all control and ride his face like you were riding his cock. he loved to be used.
âfuck, jake,â you sobbed out. âiâm gonna fucking cum, oh myâdonât stop, please donât stop. fuck, iâm cumming!â
you squealed as your orgasm washed over you. your legs tightened around his face and his tongue quickened, eating your pussy through your orgasm and lapping at the excess wetness dripping out of you. you fucked his face, letting all your weight sit on him because your brain was in too much of a fog to care.
âfuck,â jake moaned against you. âyouâre so fucking hot, angel. wait! donât get up.â
he gripped your waist, stopping you from climbing off his face.
âwhy? you should sleep now,â you said, catching your breath from your orgasm.
he shook his head, pulling you back down.
âneed more,â he mumbled, lightly circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, going gentle as to not overstimulate you.
âno, jake,â you declined, however made no attempt to stop him.
âshh,â he shushed you, disregarding your words. âplease, baby. i just need a little more and then iâll be all better, promise.â
you whimpered as he rubbed his wet tongue on your drenched folds. he wrapped his arms around your thighs, basically keeping you trapped on his face.
âjake,â you whispered, pushing some stray strands of hair out of his forehead.
âso good,â he mumbled, flattening his tongue. âride my tongue, baby. câmon, i know you can do it.â
you started grinding back and forth on his tongue, head falling back at the sensation. his tongue was so warm and wet and felt euphoric as he laid it out for you to use, to rub your spent pussy on.
if jake was paying attention to his own cock, heâd realize how much pain he was in. he was so, so hard, and needed to be touched desperately. but he couldnât. he just wanted your pussy and nothing else, not even oxygen.
âfuck,â you moaned. âfeels so fucking good, jake. i think iâm gonna cum a lot.â
you didnât know what you were saying. you were so fucked out and jake was too pussy drunk and sick to comprehend your words either.
you knew what you meant, but he didnât.
you rubbed your pussy all over his face, getting your wetness all over his nose, his cheeks, and his chin. he started licking you again, moaning nonstop.
âiâm gonnaâmm, jake! iâm cumming!â
it hit you a lot faster this time, so fast that you couldnât even give him a proper warning.
you also couldnât warn him as a stream of wetness shoots out of you. you were squirting all over his face and that was what did it for jake. that was what had him humping his hips up into the air one more time and cumming untouched in his pants.
he moaned, feeling sweaty and lightheaded as he felt your wetness all over his face. briefly, he thought he might pass out. even feeling so weak, he still ate you out through your second orgasm, drinking all the fluid youâd just released and moaning from how delicious it was.
he hummed, babbling nonsense because he was so far gone. you pulled yourself off his face, your pussy twitching from over sensitivity.
âbaby,â he mumbled.
âyeah?â you retorted.
âi came,â he told you.
you frowned, looking down at his pants and noticing the stain of cum seeping through the fabric.
âbutâŠâ you trailed off. âyou werenât even touching yourself.â
âi know,â he said. âi think iâm justâŠreally sensitive when iâm sick. but guess what?â
âwhat?â you asked, already starting to pull his pants down to help clean up.
âi was right about your pussy being medicine,â he informed. âi feel completely better.â
you laugh, shaking your head in dismay.
âyouâre such a weirdo.â
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this is FILTH. what i wouldnât give to sit on jakeâs face man.
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ËË á° ââ hyunjin messes up and kkami helps him apologize
ïčÊÉËïč. genre: fluff (might be the cutest thing i wrote recently)
ïčÊÉËïč. a/n: this is definitely inspired by the new book i'm obsessing over right now so pls enjoy and let me know what you think!! <33
âWell, well, look who finally remembered he has a loving partner missing him at home.â
You hear Hyunjin sigh on the other end, sheepish, obviously expecting youâd cut him some slack for disappearing for days, like talking to him wasnât the best part of your day. Touring was hard, and heâs been insanely busy from day one â you get it. Thatâs why, your toneâs more playful than intended, only being able to let the phone ring for two heartbeats before rushing to answer and let his velvety voice bring sunshine back into your dull life.
âHello, the absolute love of my life I think about daily.â He clears his throat, brushing over your comment in hopes youâre not truly upset he hasnât called in so long. Two days werenât a big deal, but for clingy people like you and him, going 48 hours without hearing what the other has been up to was torture. It was just enough time for insecurity to creep in, feeding you lies upon lies about how heâd forgotten your relationship and was currently in the process of replacing you with someone else, someone better and more worthy of owning his heart.
Your heart flutters, a grin finding its way onto features despite your attempts at stopping it. âHello, Hyunjin.â
âWho the fuck is Hyunjin?â
No longer able to keep the happiness at bay, you burst out laughing, the aggravation clear as day in the absence of his usual pet name. Hyunjin was your baby, nothing else. His name only ever left your pretty lips you couldnât wait to press against his only when the situation called for seriousness.
Settling down, you ignore his displeased huffing. âThe guy who hasnât called me in a week. You might know him.â
Youâre teasing. You both know it, just like he knows that behind your words, the only genuine thing is the longing and the wish to have him close again, missing the steady beat of his heart and his familiar warmth that usually lulled you to sleep, badly. Hyunjin has always been great at reading between the lines, figuring you out easily, like you were nothing more than an unchallenging puzzle he could solve with his eyes closed.
âA week? I know I messed up, love, but itâs only been two days. Not even, just about 45 hours.â You hear sheets rustling on the other end, helping you picture him lounging about in the hotel bed, hair most likely still damp from his previous shower. For once, the time difference was not absurd, allowing you to stare wistfully at the moon with certainty the other was doing the same, sharing stories of your love and trusting sheâll keep them safe.
âYou counted?â You giggle, making yourself more comfortable on the couch, right next to Kkami who is sleeping soundly.
âIâve been counting the hours until I can see you again the second I stepped outside our apartment.â He confesses, voice suddenly heavy with emotion before he gasps, ruining what could have been a sweet moment. âYouâre telling me you havenât?â
Of course, you have. Time seemed to go by incredibly slowly whenever he wasnât near, the increasing distance causing his magnetic pull to grow weaker each day, but never diminishing, never losing its hold on you. That was impossible.
âNo.â You lie blatantly, leaning back against the couch casually, one hand moving to slowly pet Kkamiâs head whose slumber gave him the perfect excuse to ignore you.
âLiar.â
For the first time in your life, the fact that he knew you like the back of his hand was annoying.
âDonât change the subject! Youâre still not in the clear for forgetting about me for two whole days, Hyunjin.â Youâre not actually mad, just feeling a little bit neglected. Hyunjin has never gone MIA like that, without even texting you brief updates throughout the day just so youâll know he was still alive and kicking. Your boyfriend was thoughtful, sweet, and considerate â the radio silence you got for the past two days was very unlike him.
âI didnât forget.â He counters, and youâre sure heâs shaking his head vehemently, denying all of your accusations. âI could never forget, not in this lifetime or any others.â
âLiar.â You mock him, making a face he canât see and tease you about like heâd usually do. âYou could have texted, at least. Let me know youâd be busy.â
âIâm sorry, love.â His voice is soft, apology genuine as can be when he doesnât try to justify himself or find excuses. Hyunjin is aware that if the roles were reversed, heâd feel the same way youâre feeling right now, the anxiety and worry eating at him from the inside and leaving behind a restlessness he couldnât shake off no matter how hard he tried to. And he does, to an extent. Not being able to contact you drove him on the brink of insanity, making him moodier and more difficult to work it, which was so unlike him.
âCan I talk to Kkami?â He adds, trying to make it up to you in his own, creative way youâve come to love.
âWhat?â You canât help but laugh, not sure you heard him right.
âPass the phone to Kkami for a moment, please?â
Now youâre curious, wondering what that beautiful mind had in store for you this time. Youâve been dog-sitting Kkami since he left, sending him regular updates in hopes of brightening up his day and keeping the homesickness at bay. Your camera roll has been full of pictures and videos of Kkami - walking him, playing together and being cute just for Hyunjinâs delight. A small price to ensure your boyfriendâs everlasting happiness.
âShould I leave you two alone? Give you some privacy?â
He laughs, and you hear the sound of a bag zipping up. âYes. This is just between us boys, sorry baby.â
Shaking your head with a smile, you do as he asks, lowering the phone close to Kkamiâs ear like the pup could actually catch Hyunjin up on whatâs been happening around the house since he left. At the sound of his ownerâs voice, Kkamiâs eyes open as his ears perk up, visibly excited to hear him after so long. With his tail waggling, Kkami listens attentively to whatever Hyunjin is telling him, sleep long forgotten as you start giggling next to him, not believing your eyes.
Kkami was not an affectionate dog, often biting or growling at your lover like he was sick of him. Hyunjinâs presence and fussing were a bore, the dog quickly growing tired of his excited nature, even though your boyfriend was the person he loved most in the world.
Thatâs exactly why, youâre taken aback when he sprints off the couch, running a lap around the living room before returning to jump at your feet, barking and licking the hand closest to him excitedly.
Dumbfounded, you bring the phone back to your ear laughing. âWhat did you say to him? Heâs suddenly so happy to see me.â
âHeâs groveling in my stead. I told him to show you how much I miss you.â
Your heart melts, and suddenly heâs all forgiven as tears well up in your eyes. âHyunâŠâ
âActually, I asked him if he wanted a treat.â Your tears get absorbed right back as a laugh bubbles out of the both of you, with Kkami jumping into your lap to beg properly. âI guess he figured I wasnât there to give him some, so now he expects them from you.â
âYou set me up.â You say, voice laced with playfulness as you stand up, scooping Kkami with one hand to fulfill his request. A true glutton, heâd never forgive you if you denied him his beloved snacks.
âMaybe. But my words had the desired effect.â His tone is softer now, and you can hear the smile in his voice. âYouâre laughing.â
Yet, the joy didnât reach its full potential, and never will with hundreds of miles between you. Happiness in its truest form found you in a handful of moments, and for most of them, Hyunjin was right by your side, fueling you with the love and devotion he held for you and you alone. He made you happy like nobody else, helping you see color even on the darkest days. Your beloved loved painting, thatâs what he did, you just never thought he could bring forth his talent and make you see beauty in everything, guiding you to see the world through his eyes that always sparkled like he held the entire galaxy in them.
âBaby.â
Hyunjin gasps so loudly, almost like he is on the verge of bursting with happiness, matching Kkamiâs energy to a T, ready to jump through the phone to feel your love and affection again.
âCan we facetime? I miss your beautiful face.â You add once Kkami is back on his own paws, devouring the stinky treat in your hand as you crouch to his level.
âFacetime? Love, Iâll literally catch the earliest flight and be there in record time! This little screen isnât cutting it anymore, I need to see you with my own eyes before I get so desperate I start walking back just to be in your arms!â
And that is your cue to get on a plane first and finally visit your boyfriend before he keeps his word and ends up at your doorsteps with nothing but a duffle bag and a sob story about how much he missed you to justify his careless actions.
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enhypen x gn!reader | vulnerable moments
enhypen showing vulnerability in your relationship genre. fluff, some angst, hcs + established relationship cw. none!
heeseung
your boyfriend nearly laughed in your face when you suggested to give him a bath. âiâm not 80â he drawled, causing you to roll your eyes. heeseung had been complaining about his body being a bit sore so you wanted to help him feel a bit better.
âlet me take care of youâŠyou never do.â you pouted, pushing heeseung in the direction of the bathroom.
âis this just a plot to get me to take my clothes o-â you shut the door in his face, telling him to get undressed. you had already prepared the bath tub for him, knowing that even though he would probably protest at first, you would get him in there somehow.
once heeseung called you back in, you giggled at the sight of him surrounded by bubbles. he looked relaxed, despite fighting the idea before.
when you knelt down next to the tub, you began to run soap over his body. you stopped to massage his shoulders a bit and heeseung hummed with content.
âdidnât know i was at a spa today.â heeseung joked, causing you to pinch his side. he yelped and turned his body to face you, a shocked expression on his face.
âshush, hee.â you giggled, turning him back around to continue washing him. after you were done, you handed heeseung a towel and walked out of the bathroom to give him privacy. for the rest of the night, you decided to pamper him. even doing his skincare which heeseung appreciated very much. he relaxed into your touch, smiling up at you as you applied lotion to his face.
âi love you alot, you know?â heeseung spoke up before placing a light kiss on your hand. you smiled back at him.
âi love you too.â
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jay
âwhy do you always act that way around him?â you sighed, facing your boyfriend who looked just as upset as you were. the two of you had come back to jayâs apartment after meeting up with some friends, one of them being a guy that jay didnât like. he claimed that your friend actually had a crush on you, he may have been right but at the moment you were too upset to care.
âit doesnât matter if he likes me or not, im dating you!â you exclaimed, tired of the argument that wasnât going anywhere. jay was fuming, pacing back and forth across the kitchen floor.
âit does matter! what if you see how great he is after hanging out with him so much? what if you see how much better he could be for you than i am.â he replied, his voice cracking a bit. all anger you once had suddenly vanished and instead you felt sad. jay was jealous, sure, but only because he hadnât felt secure in your relationship.
you wordlessly walk over to jay before wrapping your arms around him into a hug. he immediately reciprocates, not being able to stay mad at you for very long.
âsometimes i feel like iâm not good enough for you.â he mumbles, his grip still firm around your waist. you pull away slightly to look at his handsome face, smiling at him reassuringly.
âyouâre more than enough. youâre everything to me, jay, please donât ever forget that.â
jake
jake was sure he was in heaven, his head resting on your stomach as your fingers ran through his hair. jake let out a few low hums, his eye closed as he basked in the feeling of having you with him. the boy was fully relaxed and completely at your mercy, but he was comfortable. jake always felt comfortable around you, enough to even let you baby him a bit.
âyouâre so tired, huh? had a long day?â you asked softly, your voice nearly a whisper but your tone was as if you were speaking to a small animal. jake knew his friends would have a a laugh if they saw him like that, responding to your words as if he werenât a fully grown 21 year old.
âmhm.â he hummed in response, snuggling his head impossibly deeper into your hoodie, the one that smelled like your sweet perfume that he adored so much.
sunghoon
you walked into your boyfriendâs room, expecting him to be sleeping or playing a game on his computer. you didnât expect to see him simply staring out his window, playing with his hands idly.
âsunghoon?â you broke the silence, causing your boyfriend to look at you with a sad expression. you immediately rushed over to him, sitting next to the boy on his bed.
âwhat happened?â you ask, brushing a loose strand of hair away from his eye. sunghoon takes a deep breath before explaining everything to youâ how drained he was, how at times he felt as if he wasnât good at what he did. he poured out his heart to you, telling you exactly how he felt. he suddenly became choked up, his eyes watering with unshed tears. and then, sunghoon began to cry.
you froze, not knowing how to react considering that you had never seen your boyfriend cry before. he tried to cover his face, but the way his shoulders shook and the sounds of soft cries filling the room showed that he was truly upset. the sight broke your heart and you immediately pulled sunghoon into your chest. he wrapped his arms around your waist, crying into your shirt.
âitâs okay, itâll be okay.â you mumbled softly as you ran your hands through sunghoonâs hair to comfort him.
sunoo
towards the beginning of your relationship, sunoo had been very hesitant with affection. you two would hold hands and exchange soft kisses, but he hadnât been one for cuddling and long hugs.
one day, to your surprise, sunoo decided that he wanted to be extra close to you. the two of you were resting on the couch watching a movie and you had decided to lay down. sunoo laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist burying his face into your neck. you tensed at the sudden action, not expecting your boyfriend to cuddle you. sunoo thought you were uncomfortable and went to pull away.
âno! you can stay like that- i was just shocked thatâs all.â you spoke up, placing his arms back around your waist.
âim sorry that i havenât been as affectionate.â sunoo sighed, tightening his hold around your waist. you smiled and pushed yourself further into him, feeling warm and comforted in his embrace.
âdonât apologize, sun. i love you regardless.â
jungwon
jungwon appearing at the doorframe of your dark room did scare you a bit. he had just stood there quietly, similar to horror movie characters before they attack their victim.
âyou okay?â you asked your boyfriend before sitting up from your bed and turning on the small bedside lamp. a frown was evident on jungwonâs face, his eyes glossy.
ânot really.â he tried to crack a smile, which looked like more of a grimace. you extended your arms, a silent invitation for jungwon to join you. the boy slowly trudged over to your bed, plopping himself down on the mattress, half of his body ontop of yours.
jungwon explained everything to you, how he felt and how his mental health had been affected recently due to his stress. you listened attentively, letting him rant to you, even if some of his words became a jumbled mess. as soon as he was finished speaking, he slumped into your body, the weight of his bottled up feelings had finally been released.
you ran your hand across his back and held him close, feeling happy that he decided to open up to you. during your relationship so far you had never had such talks with jungwon. but it seemed as if you were turning over a new leaf.
riki
he just couldnât take his eyes off you. you were so gorgeous, adorable, prettyâ any similar word riki could think of. you looked up at your boyfriend, dropping the lego piece that you were holding in your hand. usually riki looked away when he caught you staring, but this time he met your gaze.
âwhat?â you asked sharply, not meaning for it to come out that way but you suddenly felt self conscious due to his eye contact. riki didnât take your tone to heart, simply shrugging his shoulders.
âi love you.â he mumbled, still looking at you from across the set of legos you were both building. you paused, your stomach exploding with butterflies.
âi love you a lot and you mean everything to me. i know i probably donât say it often, but i just wanted you to know. i hope to be by your side for a long time.â riki added on, suddenly becoming shy and looking away. you smiled before crawling over to riki and pulling him into a hug. the boy had never been so open with you before but you appreciated it greatly.
âi love you too, ki. i promise to be by your side for a very long time.â you replied, pulling back slightly and holding your pinky out. riki looked down at your hand and chuckled before linking his pinky with yours.
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Man, I need something with Jason's big hands, so big that one hand can cup your entire sex...
He will smack your clit, cup your sex, you'll grind on it and he will do something while cupping your lady bits.
I can live off of your body heat
Jason Todd/Reader, 2.4K
AN: I've actually had mutiple req for Jason and/or Dick slapping and pinching the readers clit which is like so specific, but I get it. Like I feel yall so much. I know Jay being a giant is fanon thing, but goddamn my 5'4 ass wants to be crushed by his hands so bad. CWs: Mentions of Jay's scars, swearing, size difference, Dom!Jay, teasing, Jay being really rough, nipple play, clit pinching, clit slapping. Petnames: Baby, babe, babygirl, good girl, Name-calling: Filthy girl, bitch, slut. Recommended listening: Body Heat - Kate Nash
Thereâs a scar on his chest. Actually, there are many scars on his chest. However, thereâs one in particular that stands out; a long taut piece of skin that stretches from his left shoulder blade, right down to his sternum. Its pale sheen stands out against his tan skin and begs you to trail a finger along it.
Despite the temptation, you donât.
Jason hasnât slept this well in weeks so you daren't risk waking him yet. Instead, you watch the gentle rise and fall of his torso under the mellow light of the morning sun until the need to move is too great.
Your feet have barely touched the ground when a pair of sturdy arms close around you, enveloping you in the warmth of the very body youâd just been admiring and pulling you back into the bed. Or more, pulling you on top of his body, primarily by his choice, partially because there isnât enough room for you both to lay without some overlap. Every time you mention buying a larger bed, Jason vetoes it; says he likes the close proximity. That feeling your body against his helps him to relax and you canât really argue with that sentiment.
âWhereâd you think youâre going?â He asks from the spot in the crook of your neck he loves to nuzzle into. He peppers the side of your neck with sleepy half-kisses.
It would be endearing, were his hands not already under the oversized Red Hood tee youâd stolen from him to sleep in.
âOh, I donât know.â You hum, hands wrapping around his wrists, purely for additional skin-on-skin contact. You couldnât stop him from ghosting his calloused fingertips up your body if you wanted to. Itâs strange, and arousing to think that he can, and has trapped both of your wrists in with just one hand.
âYou don't know?â Heâs rousing properly now, amused by your answer.
âProbably just to shower, make a coffee, maybe read a book until you wake up.â
âIâm awake now.â He reminds you, rolling his hips to emphasise his double entendre. The heat of his mourning wood grinds against your backside, and at the same time, one of his wandering hands finally settles on a target. He cups the underside of your breast, and you canât help sucking in a breath as he pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Already so brutal, despite the slow, sensual way heâs been exploring until now.
You sigh in relief when he lets go, allowing just enough time for the blood to rush back before he clamps down again, this time in a twisting motion that has your hands shooting up into his hair. âJay!â
He seems unaffected by your attack on his scalp, chuckling into the tender spot behind your ear, and causing a chill to run down your spine. âYeah, baby?â
âYou should be asleep.â Youâd intended to deadpan for comedic effect, but it comes out in short, strained breaths that only serve to make you sound needy as hell.
Itâs at this point you hear a snapping sound, followed by the light sting of your underwearâs elastic waist snapping against your skin, drawing your attention downwards just in time to feel Jason cupping your entire sex in just one of his hands. All the while he never stops the assault on your now raw tits.
âDo you want me to stop?â He questions. At the same time, he palms your folds through the fabric of your underwear, pressing the ball of it against your increasingly aching clit.
âFeels nice.â You sigh, letting your head fall back against his shoulder, allowing him further access to the sensitive skin of your neck which he eagerly accepts, honing in to suck and nibble, sloppily leaving marks in his wake. You donât want to back down, but God, you do not want him to stop.
âCome on baby, I need a real answer. Do you want me to go back to sleep?â He eventually circles back, lips barely leaving your flesh as he speaks. Distracting you from the erotic sting of your nipples and the heat between your legs as his rugged fingers push all the right buttons. âOr do you want me to keep playing with your cute little pussy?â
âFuck, Jay please- â Youâre ready to give in but as you speak he hooks two fingers under the crotch of your underwear, and the resulting, embarrassingly wet squelch that sounds out as he presses them between your folds has you hissing.
âPlease what?â He goads, now upping the pressure. Heâs doing it on purpose, cause heâs a fucking tease. âPlease stop?â
âNo! Please donât stop touching my cunt!â
âYour cunt? Youâre fucking filthy, girl. You know that?â He plants a quick, hard kiss on your cheek and, as if you weigh nothing, lifts you by your pussy, repositioning you for his own ease until your legs are stretched wide, his own wedged in between to keep you in place. The speed at which he moves is enough to give you whiplash. You barely have enough time to gasp at the retraction of his hands before theyâre on you again, settling in new positions. With one hand he completely pulls aside your panties, exposing your hot, soaked folds to the tepid air. The other pulls your tee over your head before cupping the back of your head, forcing your gaze downwards. âDonât move. I want you to watch everything I do to you. Can you do that for me, babyâ
Shit. You think your heart might beat out of your chest. All this vehement energy so early in the morning. âYes, Jay!â
Immediately contradicting yourself, you turn your head to admire his handsome profile. The determined squint of his eyes, the bed head, the morning stubble, you really lucked out with him you think as you lean closer to kiss his cheek. Before you can make contact Jay's grip tightens on the back of your head, sharply turning you back to watch as he dips two long fingers between your slit. Your clit practically twitches at the sight of them; long enough to span from top to entrance in excess.
You try your hardest to watch as he repeatedly strokes your lips in short, lazy motions but itâs a challenge not to close your eyes and get lost in the moment. Itâs even harder not to throw your head back and scream when he suddenly sinks his fingers around your clit and starts pinching, it. Tightly rolling the sensitive bud between two curled fingers.
âShit, Jay.â You pant through gritted teeth. âThat hurts so good.â
Just like with your nipples, what feels even better is the rapid return of blood flow when he releases it. He repeats the process twice over, laughing every time you flinch or whine. Whispering in your ear about how youâre his âgood girlâ, how âyou can take itâ every time you dig your nails into his arm in an attempt to relieve the pain.
âHelp me out here babe. Spread your pussy out for me.â He instructs, playfully gasping into your ear when you pull back your lips to reveal your now dark and swollen core. Youâre too turned on to care about the sight of it. Happy to expose yourself, certain that the moment he starts kneading you with care, youâll cum in seconds.
Jason must be thinking the same as he dips one finger into your entrance, just enough to coat it with your arousal before returning to your puffy clit to rub around it in circles. Even at twice the size, your clit is smaller than the tip of his finger.
âOhh, Iâm gonna cum soon.â Before youâve even finished your sentence Jay retracts his hand, ripping a distraught weep from you in the process. Youâve been here a hundred times before, splayed out for him, gasping, and begging for his touch, but the red-hot shame at your flagrant desperation never eases. âWhat the fuck, dude!?â
âDude?â Without warning, Jay comes back down. Hard. Your whole body shakes under the intensity of the vicious slap he delivers to your clit. âWho the fuck are you calling dude?â
He doesnât give you enough time to answer before he smacks your open folds again. Flipping the switch in your body from heady to adrenaline-filled arousal.
âSay my name.â He barks as he dispenses a third slap.
âJay!â You donât have it in you to say his full name, but it seems to satisfy.
âSay it louder.â His words are punctuated by the lewd echo of sharp, stinging strikes. âI want the neighbours to hear what a dirty fucking slut you are. Want them to know who you belong to.â Â Â
âJason. You Jason!â You close your eyes and throw your head back, crying with everything you can muster, not caring how raunchy or pathetic you sound. Ignoring the pain of your own nails digging into your flesh. âJason. Iâm yours, Jason.â
âThat's better.â He growls. Finally, his arm falls slack. With no friction from your dripping, wanting walls, Jason glides two fingers into your entrance and you tremble, your whole body tingling, ecstatic to finally feel him inside you. Itâs just two fingers, two impressively strong, thick fingers that make you feel so full. âYouâre so beautiful, you know that?â
Abashed by his sudden gentleness you open your eyes once more, positioning yourself to look at him as best you can. Heâs one to talk. Youâre always telling him he could be a model if he decided to quit being a part-time crime lord, part-time crime fighter. Â
Youâre unable to concentrate on him for long, however, as he starts pumping in and out of you in torturously slow thrusts. After all the excitement, it quietens your mind and eases your muscles. For the first time since heâd repositioned your bodies, you notice the pressure of his cock, pulsing against your lower back. The rigged hardness of it makes you feel fuzzy and content at his equal levels of arousal.
You stay like that for a few minutes, simply enjoying the calm as Jason gently massages your insides until itâs not enough. You need more, your body yearns, your core practically twitching for his touch on your clit again. An orgasm is approaching steadily, but youâll get nowhere without it.
The heel of his hand is so close, so sturdy, you donât even think about what youâre doing, you just start undulating your hips, rutting up against him in unstable motions. He doesnât stop you; in fact he curls his fingers and brings his palm down closer, letting you use him to chase your orgasm.
âThat's it, baby. Hump me like a bitch in heat.â He coos so softly in your ear that it would set your pulse racing if it wasnât already running at a mile a minute. âRemember I'm the only who does this for you, the only one who can make you feel so full and cock drunk on just my hands.â
He's right, he's so fucking right.
âKeep that up, I might just cum too.â
âFuck me.â You breathe, affected both by his words and the reminder of his throbbing dick squeezed between your bodies.
âNot until you cum on my fingers.â Heâs only half joking. âCan you do that for me baby, cum all over my finger like a good little slut?â
Fuck yes, you can. You want to say, but all your energy is focused on riding his hand, fucking yourself on his brawny fingers, and gyrating against his palm like it's your job. His groans and rasps become a motivational mantra as you keep bucking your hips.
âYouâre nearly there.â He comments, able to feel your walls tightening around his digits, convulsing uncontrollably as it hits you. It takes all your strength to ride it out; to keep going as you topple over the edge but fuck itâs worth it for the full extent of your release. âThat it babygirl, cum for me baby, fucking soak me.â
Worth it for the explicit sound of your wet cum streaming against Jasonâs hands, for the rush of ecstasy that bleeds through your body, and especially for the unexpected heat that spreads across your lower back in spaced-out intervals; Jason's own ejaculation seeping through his boxers and dispersing on your skin. Â Â Â Â Â Â Â Â
Simultaneously, you both grow limp, breathing in time with each other until the rapid movements of your chests begin to ebb back to a steady pace.
âYou were so good for me, Iâm so proud of you.â Jason praises as he rolls your bodies onto their sides, never releasing you in the process, but allowing him a better ability to press a smattering of kisses to the side of your head, lingering along your jawline. You're grateful for his sweet words, but still too fucked-out to speak, but you coo when he lifts a hand to run his thumb along your neck, presumably checking out his earlier handy work. You arch to get a better look at him, and given the subtle, but smug smile on his face, youâre certain heâs left quite the mark. Â Â
âLet me guess.â You find your voice. âItâs not just the neighbours whoâll know who I belong to?â
âHmmmm.â He tilts his head and puckers his lips in mock consideration. âI think you should donate all your scarf.â
âJay!â You punch his shoulder, and he has enough decency to play along, briefly leaning back as though you could even make a dent on his towering frame. âIs it really bad?â
âNo. No no no.â Heâs lying through his teeth, snickering as he leans in to crush your lips with his own. His skin is slick with sweat you realise when you reach up to gently grasp his other shoulder and guide him closer to you. His morning breath is frankly kind of gross, but yours probably is too. Nevertheless, itâs a price youâre willing to pay for his affection.
âWhat do you wanna do now?â He asks when he pulls back from your mouth, continuing to press kisses down your neck, along your collar, and slinking closer to your chest with each brush. He asks some variation of this same question everytime you fuck. Letting you direct how much you can take from him in one go or what kind of aftercare you need.
âI donât know.â You hum, imitating your earlier indecision, as you stretch against the mattress. âShower, coffee, and a book still sounds good to me.â
âSounds very good. Mind if I join?â Heâs not actually asking, that much is evident as he lifts you in his arms and cradles you against his chest as he stands. Youâll both be grateful to get your sticky, cum soaked underwear off. Youâll be even more grateful for the chance to lather and massage your boyfriend up in soapy bubbles, to really get your fingers on those pretty scars that call to you. Maybe you can convince him to take a nap later when youâre curled up on the couch, reading together.
âWouldnât have it any other way, Jay.â
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Not A Lot, Just Forever
Dean Winchester x Pregnant!Reader
After throwing up morning after morning, the reader discovers her illness isn't what she initially thought.
Word Count: 4.1k
Tags: Pregnancy, unexpected pregnancy, brief description of motel bathrooms, vomiting (repeated), self-blame, mention of reader's mother dying in childbirth, mention of childbirth related deaths, anxiety, brief loss of consciousness, Dean is a sweetheart and will make a great father.
Characters: Dean Winchester, Pregnant!Reader, Sam Winchester, Castiel
@ghostlyaccurate requested: "Hii! I'm not sure if I already sent you this request, or if I sent it to someone else (oopsđ€) but could I request a Sam Winchester and/or Dean Winchester x reader (your choice which one of them, if not both sepperately) where he helps reader deal with morning sickness, though he only finds out she's pregnant on the third day in a row that he's with her while she throws up. Ty!!"
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A/N: Adrianne Lenker title. I really really loved this request! I feel like writing the pregnancy trope is a sort of hard task to do, so I hope I brought it justice. I love love loved writing this, and I hope you enjoy reading it! Thank you for the request @ghostlyaccurate, and I promise I'm trying my damnedest to work through my inbox <3. Every mistake here is completely and 100% my own and of my own doing. (P.S. can you guess how hard it was to find "aesthetic" pictures of a bathroom and pregnancy tests for the pictures for this fic?? I think the ones I found actually work pretty well! Another thing, what happened to the yellow text color? I use it to tag fluff fics, and it's gone :( ).
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Your head hung over the foul toilet bowl of whatever motel you, Dean, and Sam were holed up in, and a rancid smell invaded your nose. In earnest, you didnât have the slightest idea where you were. The past couple of hours had been filled with a slight fever and the constant need to use Dean as a pillow. Halfway through the drive between towns, you convinced him to switch out driving with Sam so he could join you in the back seat.
The worn tile of the bathroom floor offered you minimal comfort, and the fact youâre supposed to be up for a case in two hours made your stomach churn over again. Ditching your normal avoidance of motel bathrooms, you gripped the edge of the toilet and emptied your stomach again.
âY/N?â Deanâs groggy voice called out from behind the door, âAre you okay in there sweetheart?â
You squeezed your eyes together, cursing yourself for being loud enough to wake him up. Sneaking out from his arms was a feat enough already, trying to suppress the sound of you losing your guts at four in the morning wasnât going to happen; even in a perfect world.
âNo,â you groaned as he softly opened the door, âI feel like shit De, and you know how much I hate throwing up. And how much I hate motel bathrooms.â You whined. Your hair was falling to the front of your face and you were cursing whoever decided a bathroom didnât need a working air vent.
Dean hummed softly, pulling the hair back from your face and holding it with one hand as he sat behind you on the floor. He pressed his lips to the back of your head softly, and gently traced shapes on your collarbone as you laid back on him.
âJust breathe, Iâve got you if you need to go at it again.â He said softly, cradling you in his lap as you tried to breathe. He ran his hand through your hair as your breathing started to hiccup less, and eventually, he sat you on the closed toilet lid to get you water.
You felt ashamed to be keeping him up at this hour. Your phone clock read 5:13 AM, almost an hour past when youâd originally gotten up. He already doesnât get enough sleep as is, and here you are sitting, waiting for him to get back like you arenât able to take care of yourself.
âHere you go, drink slowly. Did you use the mouthwash I gave you?â He asked as he handed you his water bottle. He stood across from you, tucking his hands into the pockets of his pajama pants. You nodded softly, gratefully gulping down the contents of the bottle.
The bags under his eyes were already enough to make you feel guilty. Hunters were used to running on minimal sleep, but with you around, heâd just gotten into the six-hour range. He rubbed his face, inhaling like he normally did when he was trying to make a decision. You didnât want to go out for the case. You barely wanted to move your body to get back in bed and salvage what little sleep you could before life kicked you back into gear.
âDo you want to stay here while Sam and I talk to the family?â Dean asked as if he could read your mind.
I love you so damn much. You thought, bowing your head with a sigh of relief. You didnât want to be the one to bring up staying in; neither of you ever wanted to admit you needed breaks, but if the other one was to bring it up, it made the process easier.
You nodded, pushing yourself to your feet as he opened the door for the two of you, âyeah, I think thatâs best for all of us. Donât need me puking in the victimâs bathroom as you guys ask your questions.â You tried to joke as you and Dean crawled back into bed, tucking yourself into his arms, and splaying your legs haphazardly on top of his.
The next morning wasnât any better.
Sam and Dean had come home late from questioning the family, and you were barely aware of them unloading the Chinese food they brought for you. Dean sat with you against his chest, still half-dressed as an FBI agent, as you wolfed down the egg rolls he got. You found yourself starving when they offered you food, but now you regretted eating anything at all.
You found yourself hung over the toilet again, but thankfully only had to put up with one round of saying goodbye to your lunch. You were able to get yourself up and over to the sink, where you repeated Deanâs routine from the morning before.
You leaned against the counter in the small kitchen, Deanâs water bottle filled with tap water in your hand. You turned to dump the rest in the sink when the creak of a floorboard behind you had you spinning on your heel in record time.
âJesus Christ, Dean. Why are you up?â You asked in a hushed tone, placing your hand over your racing chest.
âI could ask you the same thing,â He crossed the small room and came over to embrace you in his arms, âdid you get sick again?â He asked innocently, but the combination of those words, and the pitiful shift of his eyes was enough to make you feel like a child. You were a grown woman, you knew damn well how to take care of yourself much before the Winchesters were in your life.
You huffed in annoyance, pulling back from Deanâs chest. You felt your face begin to heat up, and it felt like anything Dean could say had the chance to send you over the edge.
âYes, I did. Right now, I feel like my body is too hot and too tight for my bones, and I also feel like anything you say is going to make me hit the roof. Even if itâs nice, I just donât think my brain can take in any more words without wanting to jump ship.â You said you rubbed your temples. Things like this had happened occasionally in the past, and before Dean, you figured it was just because you were a rigid person. One night a particularly bad migraine had led to you yelling at him because he offered to get you some medicine. Instead of just leaving you to stew, like every other partner did, he simply asked you to explain what you were feeling. No judgment, no interruptions, and heâd do whatever you said would make you feel better in that moment.
Now, whenever you felt overwhelmed, he did the same. Heâd swallow any sarcastic comment or solution to your problem and listen to you. No matter what was bothering you, at whatever hour of the day, he was at your side, doing what you asked of him without hesitation.
He just nodded, pressing his lips to your forehead before he led you back to the bed you two were sharing for the case. His body threw off heat like a bonfire, and your normally freezing hands were appreciative of that. In this moment, however, it felt like you were burning from the inside out.
You adjusted yourself between the sheet and the comforter, so the two of you could still touch without pressing your skin together. Dean waited for you to still before he made himself comfy, and he gently ran his fingers through the ends of your hair.
âIs this okay right now? Do you want me to leave you be?â He asked, in as soft of a voice as he could. You hummed, smiling at the tingling sensation running through you. Comfort, and a warmth that wasnât burning to the touch, crawled up your back, and into your head. You tried to focus your eyes for a couple of seconds more, but without your control, they forcefully fluttered shut.
âY/N.â
Sheet tangled between your limbs, and you could see the light through your closed eyes. Opening them, you find an unexpected sight. Instead of Dean, or Sam, standing at your bedside, the trench coat-clad angel youâd met five years ago stood awkwardly, waiting for you to fully wake up.
âCas,â you rubbed your eyes as you sat up, âwhat are you doing here? Whereâs Sam and Dean?â You asked.
Cas sighed and sat at the end of your bed. He shot you a quick look, before focusing his eyes on the blank wall in front of him. He tapped his fingers on his legs, a habit he picked up from Sam.
âDean called me and told me you were sick. I came in, and told him Iâd try and cure whatever⊠ailment is afflicting you.â
You smiled at the way he spoke, and the fact Dean went out of his way to try and help you out, but there was something off about Castielâs demeanor. You sat up and touched his arm to get his attention.
âCas, whatâs wrong? Did something happen that I should know about?â You asked softly.
âI think youâre pregnant, Y/N.â He looked at you, and there was a rift of guilt lingering in his eyes.
A course of confusion and shock coursed through your body before you felt a rotting pit settle at the bottom of your stomach.
âWhy would you⊠think that, Cas?â You felt a tightness taking over your throat, rubbing your hand across your neck to try and loosen it.
âI can sense life forms. Human ones, at least. It was hard to tell with Sam and Dean here, but once they left I was able to confirm my suspicions.â
Your hand traveled to your lower abdomen before your mouth spat out a request without thinking.
âPregnancy tests. Can you get me some, please? I just,â you ran your hand across your forehead quickly, âI want to confirm, using non-magical means.â
Cas nodded, âof course. Iâm going to assume you donât want me to let Dean know?â
You nodded your head before swinging your legs over the side of the bed. Deep down, you knew Cas was right. You were late by a few days, but youâd chalked it up to the illness thatâs kept you on the bench for this case. You didnât usually react as poorly as youâve been to an illness, even when youâd gotten a terrible case of Pneumonia.
Getting up from the bed, you walked into the bathroom as Castiel vanished to get you a couple tests. Looking to the mirror, youâre met with a form of you that was a little scary; purple, slightly-puffy eyes, smeared makeup that hadnât been washed off from days before, and your skin was breaking out in places it hadnât before.
Dean hadnât said a word about it, but even someone as blissfully ignorant as him had to have noticed the way your face wasnât looking like your own.
Dean.
Youâd have to tell Dean you were pregnant, with his child. That youâre going to be parents.
What if he didnât want to be a father at thirty-six?
Children werenât one hundred percent out of the question, but they were longer down the line in huntersâ lives. If you were lucky enough to get out of the life unscathed and find someone who would want to settle down with, youâd likely be creeping into your mid-forties, at best. Mary had gotten lucky with John, but now theyâd both been taken away by the thing theyâd spent half of their marriage avoiding.
What if you werenât ready to be a mother at thirty-five?
For you, it wasnât the question of wanting to have kids, but you never saw you or your boyfriend backing out from hunting anytime soon. To add on, youâd heard of many nasty births that ended in fatality for the infant or the mother, including your own. Every time you and the boys were on a case involving a child, youâd be extra reckless. Dean picked this up within the first couple of times youâd almost gotten yourself killed to save a kid, and you explained your fear to him. The fear of a mother not being able to welcome her child home in her arms, or the child not seeing his mother again, and their fate lying in your hands. Youâd already ripped apart your family, and you tried your damnedest to keep as many together as possible.
A ruffle of feathers and a sharp knock on the bathroom door snapped you out of your thoughts.
âYou can come in, Cas.â
Wordlessly, the angel stepped into the small motel bathroom holding a plastic bag. He pulled out three different pregnancy tests and set them on the counter.
âThe woman working there said I should get a couple just in case one doesnât work like it should.â He said as you picked up the first test. âIâm telling the truth, but I understand you wanting to confirm this to yourself.â
I know Cas, you thought, but you didnât say a word. Instead, you stared at him, waiting for him to leave the bathroom, but he had a blank look on his face and didnât move a muscle.
âCas, Iâm going to need you to leave the bathroom for me to do this.â
âOh, sorry. Of course. I forgot how âhands-onâ human tests can be. I apologize.â He said blatantly before stepping out of the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Fuck me.
Thatâs what got you into this in the first place, dumb ass.
After twenty disgustingly long minutes in the decrepit motel bathroom, you walked out holding four positive tests. Cas was sitting on Samâs bed, staring out the window, but immediately stood up and crossed the room to you. You handed him the tests, and he placed them on the table between the two beds.
âHow do you feel?â He asked. Another thing he picked up from his years on earth was the ability to know when to ask what questions.
You felt blank. Void of answers and solutions to the situation at hand. Whether or not to turn left, or right.
âI⊠donât know what to do, Cas.â Your voice broke along with the tears you were holding back, and a sinking feeling of hopelessness began to dig its way through your head.
Neither you nor Dean are ready to be parents. What if Deanâs angry? He would never kick you out of the bunker. The bunker is the only real home any of you have had in a long time, but is it safe? Is the world safe enough to bring a baby into? A Winchester baby, who would no doubt be a target from birth. What if the baby doesnât make it to full term? What if this baby kills you like you killed your own mother?
âY/N,â Cas placed his hand on your shoulder, âIâm going to ask you to take a breath.â He drew his hand up and waited for you to inhale. Taking in a shuddered breath, you followed the flow of his hand, stopping your heart from running up your throat.
âThank you.â You said, sitting down on your bed and grabbing the pregnancy tests off the nightstand. Two pluses, two double lines. You and Dean were careful and used a condom whenever you found extra time together, but somehow God decided that rubber wasnât going to work as intended.
âI think Iâm going to just lay here,â you tuck yourself under the bed sheets once more, the tests shoved into your pajama pants, âand wait for Dean and Sam to get home. Iâll get him out of this stuffy ass room and tell him in private. Sam shouldnât have to witness if we- if we argue. I know it makes him feel awful.â
âThatâs a smart plan. You need to take this one step at a time and do it carefully. I know Dean cares for you deeply, but if you need someone to support you, all you have to do is call for me.â Cas squeezed your shoulder reassuringly.
âThank you, Cas.â You yawned, pulling your body further under the covers of the bed. Castiel smiled slightly, before turning away and disappearing with a familiar rush of wings flapping.
Your body was covered head to toe in sweat, and the bed sheet you wrapped around yourself was thrown onto the floor. No light entered the room, and the time on the alarm clock read 1:43. Your stomach churned in a familiar way, and as you got to your feet you finally noticed neither of the boys were in the room.
You clambered to the bathroom, phone in hand, trying to call Dean. One hand braced on the toilet, and the other tried to thumb down to his contact. There wasnât any time to think about the fact you were carrying a baby inside of you, the baby whose father is missing in the middle of the night with no calls or messages.
They always call. You thought before you set your ringing phone on the floor to throw up for the first time that morning. The phone rang, the sound slowly driving you insane each time you redialed Deanâs number between dry heaving into the bowl.
Your hair was sticking to your forehead, poorly swept away and held back by a rubber band you found on the sink. The heat, the pain, and the fear of losing contact with the Winchester brothers combined with the reality of you being pregnant was finally built up enough to break the swarm of emotions you barely choked down when Cas was in the room earlier.
Eyes burning, you slumped against the sink cabinet and brought your phone to your ear as you called Dean once again. You let out a sob, tears rushing down your face and neck, leaving behind a slightly burning trail. Your breathing became uneven, the sound of your own heart drumming through your ears drowning out the ring of your phone. Letting your phone slip to the floor, you brought your knees to your chest and folded your arms as a nest for your forehead.
Neither of the boys called within the twenty minutes you were in the bathroom, your phone was now close to being dead, and no muscle in your body wanted to obey your brain telling them to move and do something. You werenât a weak woman, you took the cards you were dealt and tried your best to win, but sometimes all you could do was fold.
âY/N? Y/N?â
A hand pulled your face from your knees, and you could barely see with the light of the bathroom now on and blinding you. A warm hand rested against your cheek while another briefly touched your forehead.
âHelp me get her up, Sammy,â your eyes fluttered closed and you felt two arms hook under both your arms, laying them over shoulders as your feet lightly dragged across the floor.
âIâve never seen her this bad, Dean.â The voice you now recognized as Sam said. Your legs were swept up from under you and you were laid on the bed youâd crawled out of.
You felt the tests still pressing in your pockets, and you thanked whatever greater being was willing to listen. There was no way you wanted to Dean to discover that information on accident.
Dean.
The other voice was Dean.
You moron, who else would it be?
The bed next to you dipped down, and you felt a gentle hand tuck a few stray hairs behind one of your ears. The sweat covering you was sucking every inch of clothing to your skin, and all you wanted to do was peel either of the pair off.
âI thought Cas was going to come here and help her out,â you heard his voice straining as he spoke, and you felt your heart snap in two.
You moved your hand, as heavy as it felt, and squeezed the first part of him you touched.
âSweetheart,â you could feel Deanâs breath as he hovered over you, âyouâre scaring me here.â
âCasâŠâ you gave out a heavy cough, âhe came. He helped me figure out whatâs been happening.â
A glass of water was brought to your mouth, and you took every drop of it. After swallowing the cup, your eyes finally were able to open. You were greeted by a worried Dean hovering very close to you, and a worried Sam crossing back from the kitchen holding Deanâs water bottle.
Sam set the bottle on the bedside table and sat on his bed, facing you and Dean. Deanâs attention was solely on you. His hands grabbed both sides of your face and brought his lips to your forehead, before resting against it.
âHey,â you said, chuckling slightly, âI didnât mean to scare you, De. You, or Sam.â You sat yourself up in bed.
âDid Cas tell you whatâs wrong?â Sam asked, looking at you expectantly.
âHe did, but⊠is it okay if I talk to Dean? Alone?â You asked softly.
Sam shot Dean a look, which Dean promptly returned with one that had Sam standing up, and walking into the hall.
Orange rays of light shone from the window of the room, and you could just barely see the sun climbing on the horizon. Dean moved to hold you in bed while you gained the composure to tell him you were both parents.
âDeanâŠâ you breathed steadily, trying to even your heartbeat that was ramping up once more, âI have to tell you something-â
âI kinda gathered as much sweetheart,â he said lightly, lines forming around his forest-lorn eyes beautifully.
â- itâs important. I mean, itâs going to change our lives, for the rest of our lives.â
Deanâs face became more serious, pulling you to face him as he crossed his legs.
âYou know you can tell me anything, Y/N.â
Do it, now. Just say-
âIâm pregnant.â
The air hung heavy around the pair of you as you handed him the tests in your pocket, and you could see the clocks turn in Deanâs mind as he stared down at them.
âBut we used a rubber?â He said, and you could guess where his thoughts were wandering.
âWe did, but youâre the only person Iâve been with for years, Dean, I need you to believe me when I say that.â You said reassuringly as you could without sounding like you were lying.
His face broke into a small smile, and he brought his thumb to trace over your lower cheek, âI know, sweetheart. I trust you with my heart, I just know not to use that brand anymore, seems like their effectiveness is questionable.â
You laughed, tears drying in your eyes as you pushed at him playfully, âDean! You gave me a heart attack, you son of a bitch!â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry okay!â He laughed, capturing you in a giant bear hug and rolling you on top of him. You looked down at him and brought your lips down to his.
âYouâre going to be a father,â you said, beaming at him while smiling the hardest youâd ever in the longest time
âYouâre going to be a mother,â he replied, smiling just as hard. Your face fell slightly, and the word mother finally kicked into your head. âHey,â Dean said as he saw your face shift, somehow remembering the story you told him all those years ago, âRemember, weâve got an angel on speed dial, and you know how hard it is to take out a Winchester.â
Your heart warmed at the statement, the baby inside of you was just as much L/N as it was Winchester. You loved Dean with your heart, as did he love you, and now the two of you were going to brace the dangerous world youâd spent years protecting with the amalgamation of that love.
You brought Deanâs hand to your stomach as he brought his other hand to your face. His calloused fingers were gentle on your skin, and small crinkles formed around his eyes as he smiled, holding his hand at your stomach as you gazed back at him.
A knock sounded at the door, making you turn your head around before you and Dean burst into laughter, and told Sam he could come back in the room to tell him the news.
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istg that âjust because youâre beautiful and a good kisser does not mean i forgive you.â âyou think iâm beautiful?â is sooooo eddie coded.
i'm picturing a sorta enemies to lovers with eddie pulling yet another prank on reader (we all know this boy has the emotional maturity of a five year old when it comes to making a move on the girl he likes) but he really does hurt her feelings this time so he tries to make it up to her and they end up kissing.
from what you've written before i think you could put a great spin on this sorta scenario, if you feel like it <3
hope you like it! :D â you're eddie munson's biggest enemy. and, yes, you're also his soulmate. (enemies to lovers, secret relationship, 0.9k)
bug's one year celebration âĄ
You storm into the bustling lunch room, having traded your pretty corseted blouse for a piece of oversized Corroded Coffin merch â definitely not by choice. âDo you have a death wish?â you ask when you reach the Hellfire table at the very back of the cafeteria, zeroed in on its leader at the head of it.
Eddie turns slowly, blinking up at you with innocent button eyes. His chews through the hamburger wadded in his cheek. âPotentially,â he answers, muffled before he swallows it down.
You huff, too easily frustrated. It isnât any wonder why he likes to mess with you so much. âWhere are my clothes?âÂ
âThe ones you left on my bedroom floor last night orâŠ?â
âNo, you idiotâ The clothes you stole from the girlâs locker room. Which makes you a total perv, by the way.â
âOh, that sexy little number?â he croons, turning in his seat to face you more. âItâs in my locker, actually.â
âWell, get it out,â you say with gritted teeth.
He thinks for a moment, pursing his lips to the side. âHm⊠I donât think I will.â
Your jaw tightens. âWhy?â
ââCause itâs a little revealing, donât you think?â
âWell, yeah, thatâs kinda the point, Munson.â
He smacks his lips against his teeth, then scrunches the bridge of his nose. He wags a sarcastic, ringed finger at you. âSeeâ Those arenât the values a nice girl like you should haveââ
âGod, youâre infuriating,â you groan and stomp off again.
Eddie smiles to himself while he watches you go, cheek tilted lazily to his shoulder. The only thing he likes better than seeing you come (in more ways than one) is watching you leave.
He sighs a deep, contented sigh and turns back to the rest of the table. Theyâre all wide-eyed and silent, still musing on the sudden interaction with the disbelief that it had happened at all.
Eddie only grins, wider this time. âAh⊠Sheâs obsessed with me.â
âââââ
By the end of the school day, your blouse hasnât yet been returned to you. Youâre still stuck in the stupid shirt Eddie had left for you â all black, too big, and obviously his. You know it belongs to him because youâve worn it thousands of times while sleeping over at his place. It smells just like him, like weed and cologne and boy.
Youâre heading towards the exits when a hand pulls you into an abandoned classroom around the corner â pale, ringed, and lanky. As if you needed any further confirmation it was Eddie Munson.Â
You stumble in, and he locks it behind you.
âDonât you think youâve bothered me enough today?â you squint.
âOh, so you donât want your shirt back?â he teases, waving the thing in his free hand. You reach for it, and he snatches it back, smirking softly down at you. âUh-uh. Whatâs the magic word, sweetheart.â
âGive me my shirt back,â you answer in a monotone.
âNot even close, but Iâll give you a kiss for it.â
You sigh like itâs a chore for you and lean in to kiss his cheek. Your lips just barely graze his stubbly jaw. Eddie shrugs. âYou missed, but Iâm feeling nice today, soââ
You snatch it from him when he hands it to you. âYou canât keep doing this, Eds. Weâre supposed to hate each other.â
âWell, one, we do hate each other. Obviously,â he scoffs and leans back on one of the desks. It shifts under his weight, and he stumbles. He decides to sit on it completely while you laugh. âAnd two, this was, like, a genius prank on my end. I made my arch nemesis walk around in my shirt all dayâ youâre not giving me enough credit for this, sweetheart.â
âYeah, except I got called the freakâs girlfriend all day.â
âBy who?â
âWho do you think?â
He ponders for a moment. ââŠJason?â
You nod, all slow because itâs obvious. The only one who hates Eddie more than you do is Jason Carver. You wonder if heâs secretly in love with the town freak, too.
âWell, itâs about time he knows who you belong to,â the boy says with a laugh. âHeâs only been trying to get with you for two years.â
You cross your arms over your chest. âI donât belong to anyoneâ Iâm not a toy.â
âWell, yeahâ only when you wanna be,â Eddie teases, reaching out for you. His ringed fingers curl around your wrist to pull you closer. You sigh in annoyance but walk between his thighs anyway.
âYouâre so annoying.â
Eddie grins, pink and boyish. âBut you like me anyway. So whoâs the real loser?â
âI thought we hated each other,â you quip with narrowed eyes.
âI was kiddingâ Just kiss me.â
You giggle quietly and lean in to peck his lips. He tastes like nicotine and spearmint, mouth soft like flower petals. You get lost in him too easily. One peck becomes two â then three â then a longer, languid, and more drawn-out thing.
You feel Eddie smile against you, knowing heâs won now that youâre melting for him. You pull away with a smack when you regain your senses.
âJust because youâre pretty and a good kisser, doesnât mean I forgive you, by the way. You know that, right?â
âMhmm,â he hums mindlessly, already leaning forward to kiss you again.
You pull softly back. âAnd that Iâm totally getting you back for this?â
âYep.â He pecks your lips once, with a lot more self-restraint than youâd had. âSo⊠When are you coming over to get the clothes you left at my place last night?â
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The Wrong Robin Au (part three)
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Danny never said he knew what he was doing, but he thinks he's doing something right if the kid hasn't started crying yet. so you know, that's great. now, he just needed to get the kid out of here, so Danny could have a moment to mourn his retirement plans.
He wasn't going to blame the kid, ancients know Danny would have gone back to hero work eventually. He just couldn't let things go if he could help it, and he could in this situation.
"Alright, here's the plan." Danny announced, slapping his legs as he stood up. "it's late, you're a kid who needs sleep. let's get you home, then we can get a game plan on how to do this."
Tim had been nodding his head, even if it was reluctantly, before freezing in sudden realization. Danny raised his eyebrow in question, wondering what was wrong now.
"you want my help?" Tim asked, absolutely gobsmacked.
Oh, the kid thought Danny was just going to send him away like any reasonable adult would. Ha, Danny wished. but no. He had no clue what he was doing and this kid was his only trump card for making any of the half-assed plans still forming in his head work. AND he had a feeling if he didn't keep Tim close by, the kid would run off and do something stupid.
"Yep," Danny snorted, "you were smart enough to figure out who Batman was, and then you decided to take it upon yourself to help him; whether by convincing me to do it or yourself."
"Now then," Danny said as he walked over to the couch and pulled his hoodie from under Sam. Sam, to her credit, told him to fuck off and went back to snoring. Tucker, somehow having heard her, responded with a 'Go fuck yourself'.
Shaking his head, Danny turned back to Tim. "Let's get going. It's-" Danny turned to look at the clock, his eyes narrowing when he found it; 4 am. The kid was up and coherent enough to try and blackmail someone into being Robin at four in the morning. "-four. you seriously need to get some sleep kid. It's a school night." actually, what day was it???
Tim rolled his eyes but started to follow Danny out the door. "It's Saturday, and I've stayed up longer," he grumbled.
Danny snorted, "So have I, but we still need to sleep." He should probably try and prevent the kid from staying up longer than he should. Danny knows what years of not sleeping properly does to someone. The kid's obsessed with Batman and Robin, right? He'll just use them then.
"Robin needs all the sleep he can get. Otherwise, Batman will bench him. If Robin is benched, then who is out there helping Batman?" That's convincing, right? Does Batman even have the power to bench Robin? From the sounds of it, Robin is his kid's vigilante name. Which means he totally has the power to ground them.
Wait...
If Danny was going to be Robin, does that mean Batman would think he's his kid?
Oh, hell naw. He was not going to be adopted by another fruitloop! If Bruce Wayne even thinks about it, Danny will be out of there so fast even the Flash couldn't stop him.
Tim stumbled, his eyes wide in surprise. "Really?" he asks, turning to look at Danny in horror. Danny blinked, brain failing to remember why the kid would be surprised.
shit, what were they talking about?? Robin... It's four am... Right!
"Yep," Danny chirped, leading the kid to his car. "Now, I know everyone says not to get into a stranger's car and all that jazz, but it's the only way I'm getting you home. So, hop in."
Tim didn't even hesitate to jump into the passenger seat, pulling the seat belt across his chest. Danny stared at him for a second, before opening the car door and sitting down.
"kid, you do know you're not supposed to get into strangers' cars, right?" Danny asked, closing the door and buckling up. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his keys and started the engine.
"Well, yeah?" Tim replied, turning to face him, "But you're not a stranger. You're Robin. You protect people not hurt them."
and well? Danny can't argue with that, now, can he?
"Right, fine. Just promise not to get into strangers' cars. I don't care how much you think you know about them. It's not safe, and you could get hurt."
Tim hummed, thinking about it for a moment before nodding his head. "Yeah, alright. I promise."
"good." Danny sighed, turning to look at the road to see if it was clear. then he sighed again, "Don't tell strangers where you live, please."
Tim looked at him in amusement, a small smile spreading across his face. "Drake manor. 1015 Mountain Drive. It's in the Crest Hill community."
"You're killing me here, kid." Danny groaned, hitting his head against the steering wheel. Then he slowly lifted his head and turned to stare at Tim, "Kid. How the hell did you get all the way over here? Mountain Drive is all the way over in Bristol??? That's, like, twelve miles outside of city limits?"
"I have my ways."
Danny narrowed his eyes, "You bribed someone, didn't you."
Tim looked away from him, fiddling with his fingers.
sighing, Danny sat up and started driving down the road. They sat in silence for a while, just listening to the chaos that was Gotham City as they drove. Tim eventually slumped over, his head resting against the window.
It took a good thirty minutes before Danny could turn onto the bridge out of town. The traffic wasn't heavy, just the occasional car here and there. It was almost peaceful.
"Turn here," Tim suddenly instructed, startling Danny.
"Tim!" Danny cried, turning to look at the kid, then back at the road. although, he did do as the kid instructed. "don't do that! you'll give me a heart attack or something! Ancients!"
Tim blinked, then shrugged. "ok," he yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
"my house is the one with really stupid-looking ducks carved into the gates." Tim supplied, waving his hand at the road ahead of them. "Bruce's is the one with bats, but you knew that."
"Right," Danny agreed. What were the chances that Batman happened to live in a place called Gotham and in a house with black iron gates covered in bats? It was almost as coincidental as Danny's last name sounding like Phantom. Fate really had quite the sense of humor, didn't they?
after they passed a few more dirt roads, Tim pointed at a specific one, "Turn here. The gates a little further back than everyone else's."
Danny hummed, turning the car onto the road. What was his life at this point? Driving children to their huge houses at four-thirty in the morning? agreeing to become Robin? coming out of retirement because a kid asked him to?
Bruce Wayne better appreciate all the effort this kid was going through...
A tall gate slowly popped into view, making Danny slow the car down until he could stop right in front of it. "Alright, kid. You're home. get some sleep. Go to school, I don't know, what do you rich kids do on the weekends? actually, you know what? It doesn't matter, do you have a phone?"
Tim blinked as he slowly unbuckled, "yes?"
"One that's not monitored by your parents or anyone else?"
"..."
Danny sighed, reaching into his back pocket to pull out his phone. "Here," Danny unlocked it, went to settings and pressed the factory rest option. Once the phone finished the reset, he quickly scanned through it to make sure it was all gone before adding his second phone number. once done, he tossed it over to the kid. "here, should work for now. Don't let anyone else have it."
If this was any other situation, Danny would have gone straight to the kid's parents; but considering it was past four in the morning and there wasn't a city-wide amber alert? He has a feeling the kid needs a safety net, and well? What better than a direct line to him?
"I can't just take your phone!" Tim cried, catching the phone before it could fall to the ground.
"It's my backup one. I tend to break my phone pretty often, so I always keep an extra one on me. my current number is saved on it, you can reach out and get in contact with me now." Danny waved off the kid's concern, reaching into the back of the car to grab a bag.
with how often his phone had broken during ghost fights and how frequently his parents dissected his phone for parts? It's a habit at this point to have a backup. or Ten. Pulling the bag to the front, Danny showed the kid what was inside.
"..." Tim blinked, then looked up at Danny. "why do you have a bag of broken phones in your car?"
"Because my phones keep breaking and I figured it would be easier to just keep them for extra parts than toss them. Now," Danny tossed the bag into the back, ignoring how it tipped over and spilled the contents all over the seat. He'd clean it up later. Maybe. "It's early. You need sleep, I need sleep. We can pick another day to sit down and build a game plan."
Tim sat in silence for a moment, staring at the phone in his hands, before glancing up at Danny. "You really mean it?" he asked, turning the phone around anxiously, "you really want my help?"
"kid, Tim," Danny started, tilting his head so he could make eye contact. "with how bad you say Batman's gotten? I'm going to need all the help I can get. Who better than the one who went out of his way to try and actually do something about it?"
Tim's eyes watered as he looked back at the phone. "ok," he whispered, nodding his head. Reaching up, he wiped his face clean before taking a deep breath and letting it out.
"ok," he repeated, voice stronger now. "I'll help. I want to."
"Good," Danny nodded in agreement, then smiled. "get some sleep kid, you need it."
"I don't need it," Tim grumbled, turning to open the door and get out. "but if that's what it takes for you to allow me to help, then I guess I can take a nap or something."
Danny snorted, watching as Tim closed the car door and started making his way to the gate.
as soon as the kid was out of view, Danny slammed his head onto the steering wheel and groaned. He had definitely jinxed himself earlier. How hard can being Robin be? Yeah right. He hasn't even gotten to meet Bruce yet and he's already stressed.
...
Glancing up, Danny watched as the clock glitched then turned to five am.
...
Well then, he might as well do something productive since it was unlikely he'd be getting any more sleep if he went back. Sam would be up by the time he got there, which meant he'd have to answer all of her questions... which would wake Tucker up, which would mean Danny'd have to explain all over again.
Glancing around, Danny suddenly realized something.
Batman.
Bruce Wayne was Batman.
Bruce Wayne; as in, Gotham's own himbo billionaire.
Who lives in Bristol.
Which is where he is right now. Logically speaking, he'd be able to find it pretty fast if he just looked at the gates. It's probably just a few houses from Tim's too, now that he thought about it...
Oh, this was a terrible idea, but when had that ever stopped Danny?
Jazz was so going to kill him for this.
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en la ciudad de la furia. - franco colapinto x reader
me dejarĂĄs dormir al amanecer / entre tus piernas / sabrĂĄs ocultarme bien y desaparecer / entre la niebla.
summary: franco can't sleep before sunday's race. good thing his best friend is there to help him relax.
wc: 2.1k
warnings: sentences in spanish during conversations, fwb!franco, la ciudad de la furia es baku in this case rip, nsfw (18+), praise, just one (1) degrading word, p in v, unprotected sex (don't. that is a threat.), creampie, happy ending.
A/N: not enough franco fics so i had to pull a thanos and do it myself. enjoy lovelies and shoutout a mi AMIGA PERSONAL @notsomuchtosay for helping me pick the song
now playing... en la cuidad de la furia by soda stereo
Azul.
A sky Franco couldnât normally look up to even if he tried, settled in different hues of royal blue, similar to the ones in the car he started driving around two weeks ago. The shiny buildings of the city now stood enveloped in a darker hue, the fact it was somewhere close five AM could attribute to that.Â
âHey,â Your hoarse voice caught him off guard.Â
Your relationship was something neither of you had sat down to ponder about or discuss. Best friends was where you left it around a year ago. There had been no discussions after the first time you slept together, understanding well enough you wanted to continue with the arrangement⊠acting as close friends and satiating the thirst that only seemed to grow with time.Â
âNervous?â You asked quietly, walking up to his side and hugging him, your hand pushing his head gently to rest against your midriff.Â
âYeah.â He spoke, his voice coming out deeper than he wouldâve thought; he slept for a few hours before sitting by the balcony window, pondering. The mental turmoil swallowed him enough to process the voice inside his head as one from his ownership, speaking into existence the anxious thoughts electrifying every nerve in his body.Â
âYou did amazing at qualifying, Iâm sure the race will be nothing short of great.â Though sloppy, his movements were sly, the arm making your knee joints to fold positioned you in his lap.Â
âI hope so.â Franco could only find to respond, not wanting to exhaust you as he did with himself with all the thoughts. He could now formulate your voice against the interim, making him notice how utterly stupid he sounded.Â
It would be so much worse if he actually said it out loud.Â
âThe city looks so beautiful like this.â You commented, turning your head to look where you found him staring.Â
âHermosa estĂĄs vos,â Franco replied without missing a beat, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The laugh that bubbled out of your stomach was the reason he went against your orders to stop flirting with you.Â
âBaboso.â Instead of shoving him away as usual, you nestled closer to his bare chest, your body covered by just a tank and your underwear. You were still warm from your place under the thick duvet, prompting him to pull you even closer, temporarily promoting you from his friend with benefit to his personal heater.Â
The two of you stayed in comfortable silence, the sight of the city sparkling was mesmerizing. You could feel your eyes starting to flutter close, up until you heard him let out a fretful sigh.
âWhat is it?â You turned back to him.Â
âNothing,â He insisted, but the way his eyes shifted to the side told you otherwise.Â
You shifted in his lap, placing a leg on each side in order to turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck loosely.Â
âDonât overthink it.â You insisted, getting another big sigh out of him.
âIâm not,â Yet again his eyes couldnât stay on yours. From the corner of his eye he could identify the way you looked at him, prodding him for an answer.Â
âEs⊠difĂcil, ÂżsabĂ©s? Me ha ido tan bien que no me lo creo y me da miedo cagarla.â It felt a pressure had been lifted off his chest, but the weight of an entire country still rested on his back.Â
âFear is normal,â You started, brushing the light curls away from his forehead. âTodo esto no es ni serĂĄ fĂĄcil, Fran. Lo importante es que estĂĄs aquĂ cumpliendo el sueño tuyo y de muchos. And youâve got an amazing support system.â The last part came out a bit cheeky, enough to squeeze a genuine laugh out of him, the type that made your stomach tickle. Â
By the way he sunk into the chair and embraced you, told everything you needed to know. The sigh he left out was one of relief, contempt. You thought everything was going to be more than alright, and in your mind, you could hear the bed chanting your names again.Â
âHonestly Iâm still a bit tense,â He spoke up, making you pull away from the place youâd made a home in the crook of his neck.
You found his eyes sparkling with mischief, your replying with confusion, brows softly furrowed adding onto the non-verbal conversation.Â
âI think I need a little something to relax,â His fingers caressing your upper thigh made your breath hitch, neither brave enough to break eye contact as they ventured further into the supple skin, the knuckle pressed against the thin cotton provoked a pool of saliva to be roughly swallowed down your throat.Â
There was nothing needing to be said.Â
What usually infuriated youâ how he could talk for hours, but rarely about things that truly matteredâ turned into one of your favorite things the second that switch flipped from friends to the benefits side of it.Â
The arms loosely around his neck drew closer to attract his lips into yours, and he fell right into that trap. Even with morning breath, he found the taste of your mouth to be so sweet, his fingers tracing their way to the plush skin he liked holding onto a little too much.Â
âYou canât expect me to sit still when youâre wearing those panties.â His voice causes goosebumps to form on the wake of his fingers kneading the curve of your ass, the roughness gave you the idea to take initiative and start grinding your hips, cohering a groan out of his lips soon after.Â
âSigue asĂ,â He praised, hot breath against your neck before he started tracing the same kisses he deposited just hours earlier.Â
He knew you too well, he could squeeze out moans with just a kiss or a swift touch. But it only motivated you to shift your hips faster, finding relief in grinding against the hard bulge covered by his boxers.Â
âSeguro estĂĄs toda mojadita ya,â A hand clasped on your jaw, and you knew he wanted a verbal answer.Â
âY-yeah,â You circled your hips, making him throw his head back. You were both so lost in it, he was fumbling around to remove both the items that were a bit too unnecessary.Â
Until the chair cracked under you.Â
You stared at each other in a panic before bursting out in laughter, not taking the distractionâ or warningâ as a turn off. He lightly patted your ass, signaling you to get up.Â
You took the hint, taking a few slow steps before your body requested you to stretch, a yawn following after. You felt his eyes on you, expecting it to be some non-innocent ogling, until you were swept off your feet and landed on the bed with him on your back.Â
âIdiota!â You cackled once you pulled your face away from the mattress, your insult going right over his head from his laughter echoing in the walls of the shared hotel room.Â
You turned to look at him, any anger you couldâve withheld disappearing in an instant. If you could, you would wipe out ten cars off the grid so he could be in the points and enjoy more time of his elation.Â
âÂżQuĂ© pensĂĄs?â Franco interrupted you not even a minute later, climbing further onto the bed, kissing your bare shoulder. He toyed with the hem of the tank, and you quickly pulled it over your head.Â
To the royal blue was added a gradient to transition into cyan, and you guessed it was nearing six AM, and the sun was preparing its triumphant return with the addition of yellow into the sky.Â
âI would do anything to hear your laugh every day.â You admitted truthfully, reaching back to kiss him.Â
There was something different about this kiss compared to the ones you shared before. It was slow, careful. It said things you didnât even want to believe until they materialized into words.Â
âYouâre the reason for it ninety percent of the time.â He placed more kisses on your shoulder, tracing them down your spine and right back up.Â
âYou donât mean it.â You could admit freely for the first time. You knew there had to be more to it. There had to be someone else to it.Â
In another element of surprise, Franco flipped you to lay on your back; he usually liked intimacy with you laying on your stomach, the appeal of seeing your ass bounce against his own body overtook every other request either of you might have.Â
You watched as he climbed on top of you, pulling you into another of those kisses, making your knees weak.Â
âYou know you gave me luck today, right?â He whispered in your ear before pressing a kiss on the shell, holding you close to his chest.Â
âItâs nothing,â You laugh, watching how his expression dropped ever so slightly at your refusal to accept his advances. âThatâs what friends do, right?âÂ
There wasnât even time for you to process that, a rough make out session ensued, and he fumbled around to remove his only item of clothingâ his underwear. You followed his lead eagerly, thinking all was forgotten and it was yet another thing to be chucked in the pile of things he wouldnât discuss upfront.Â
You let your body do the talking, leaning into his touch, moans leaving your lips with every stimulating touch to that already swollen nub due to your arousal. His hands guided your legs to wrap around his waist, placing them at a perfect angle, one you would find to enjoy when his length slid in easily.Â
âRelaxed now?â You sassed, panting before he would start thrusting. Each slow stroke was driving you insane, nails digging into his back, moans filling the room lacking the background noise of an active city.Â
âFran, fran.â You moaned, patting him on the shoulder. âWhatâs wrong? Youâre not saying anything.âÂ
âVos sos mĂa, ÂżentendĂ©s?â A hand cupped your jaw, your eyes meeting his. âFriends donât stare into each otherâs eyes while they fuck; youâre mine.âÂ
The correction was rather harsh, he had to be self aware and admit so. Or he believed until he saw a smile rise to your lips, the bottom one tucking between the pearly whites when your moans became more high pitched from the speed.Â
You now understood the changes; the change of position, the change in how much passion oozed his lips against yours. It had taken him a while, considering you were clear about your feelings about a month or so of the arrangement.Â
âÂżPor quĂ© sonrĂes, eh putita?â He degraded, only making the corners of your smile rise further up your cheeks, moans still leaving from the back of your throat.Â
By his frantic moments you could deduce he wasnât going to last long, but neither would you. The last few days had been exhausting in different aspects, your sexual activity included.Â
His face looked stunning under the dim light that shone from the window, highlighting each freckle your fingers could trace. You pulled him into a kiss, your lips doing the talking now.Â
He pulled back, an expression of mixed up confusion and hope. You pulled him down, brushing your nose against his before creating enough space to look into each otherâs eyes.Â
âTe amo. Por ti voy hasta la AntĂĄrtida a verte correr.âÂ
The sudden change in pace and attention to detail had you gasping, your mind letting go of the preoccupation of his lack of a verbal answer. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder, a hand sneaking down to toy with your clit.Â
Your nails dug into his bicep, eyes falling shut from the pleasure.Â
âAsĂ, asĂ.â He encouraged you when he felt the warmth enveloping deliciously tighten around him.Â
A chant of his name coming straight to heavenâ in his booksâ filled the room, letting you ride out your orgasm before letting your leg back on its original place by his hips, leaning down in the same way you had pulled him just moments ago.Â
âYo tambiĂ©n te amo. Por vos corro hasta en la AntĂĄrtida.â You were back in your right mind to understand him completely, the way you gave him a sloppy kiss proved it.
The revelating feeling seemed to be enough to push him off the edge, panting I love yous and other praises before he collapsed on top of you.Â
You kissed his shoulder gently, brushing his hair with a soothing intent.Â
âBetter?â You questioned after a little while and he replied with obnoxious loud snoring, clearly faked.Â
Hopefully in the morning you would actually get to talk about this. But now, you were more than fine to get a kiss on the forehead and have the blinds drawn shut to continue your slumber snuggled up to him.Â
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requested: max + breeding kink + fertility drugs + driver!reader
Paradise â„ïž
Max Verstappen x Driver!Reader
it feels like heaven on the inside (she's calling my name and oh, it sounds nice)
Youâre so excited about being the first F1 female driver in years - and on ex World Champion Max Verstappenâs team, no less. But somehow, you end up not only on his racecars, but also in his luxurious silk sheets. There was something about seeing you wearing his name that makes your bossâs possessive desires come out, and lately heâs been thinking about how to keep you in his bedâŠforever.
content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark team owner!max and his driver!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy, baby trapping, fertility drugs, dubcon, WC 1.8K
Everyone knows Max Verstappen loved kids, and couldnât wait to be a Dad someday. And heâd make such a great father, too, with his protective nature and strong build, yet surprisingly soft and gentle manner everytime a young fan would approach him. Every woman in his vicinity would stare at him with heart eyes when he smiled and ruffled a childâs hair as he signed their teddy, or held his hand out to help them cross the road, or rocked his nephew in his arms, the baby looking impossibly tiny and peaceful in Maxâs swollen biceps.
Every woman apart from you, apparently. You were Maxâs newest recruited driver for his personal racing team project, the sensational new addition to Verstappen.com and the first female driver, too. A few years younger than him at 23, you had all the fierce desire to prove to yourself and to everyone else how much you belonged on the grid, how much you deserved a championship. It was like Max was looking at his younger self, whoâd been so greedy for that World Cup trophy his whole life.
But now, at 27 and with three titles already to his name, the Dutch Lion had gotten bored of his fame and wanted somethingâŠmore. And what he wanted especially was his pretty, young driver under him every night as he fucked her to sleep. Of course, youâd been the very picture of rigid professionalism when heâd first met you. Paranoid about being labelled a slut and being accused of using your body to get your seat, you studiously avoided any physical contact with any male driver on the grid - especially your older Dutch mentor and boss who you thought was extremely handsome. You'd die if he ever found out about the poster of him you'd had on your bedroom wall growing up.
But Max had gotten you to relax, to let your guard down with his warm laughter and charming smile, until you couldnât resist leaning into him when he threw a muscled arm around your shoulders, around your petite waist, or when he drew your much smaller figure to sit on his broad lap as he explained your driving feedback from todayâs practise as you watched the recording on his laptop together.
With how close you two got, becoming inseparable on and off the grid, it was only a matter of time before he found you writhing in a hotel bed, desperately moaning his name with scrunched eyes as you pumped your vibrator in and out of your glistening pussy. Heâd tossed the pathetic toy aside and given you something far bigger to actually cum on.
Soon enough, the Dutch Lion got his wish (like he always did) of having your small figure underneath his large, muscled one as he pounded into your bouncing ass every night. You moaned and screamed his name, lost in the bliss of being so looked after by the much more experienced older driver, who knew a couple dozen tricks to have you cumming around him. Youâd never been so satisfied by any other man, you breathlessly confessed to Max as he slides into you again for the third time that week.
But like he always did, Max quickly began wanting more. He wanted to be the only cock you allowed to enter your pussy - and he wanted to do it completely raw. Of course, with your desperation to win a world championship one day, you were adamant about religiously wearing a condom every single time. No matter how many times he hinted, it was the one thing you refused to budge on. So he knew heâd have to take matters in his own hands. You always followed his lead after all, and he knew once you experienced the high of your first creampie youâd become addicted.
So a few days later he takes you back to his hotel room after a celebratory night out. Youâre stumbling in your heels, drunk, and climbing all over him in the dark room as you giggle and whisper that youâre horny Maxie, can he please take care of you like always? Smirking, he makes sure to keep the lights off as he tosses you onto the mattress, your soft legs up over his muscular shoulders. Even in your tipsy state, you never forget to ask him to put the damn condom on, making him clench his jaw. You watch him slide one on before relaxing, welcoming his protected cock in between your lush thighs.
Soon heâs jack hammering away happily, making you whine and moan after he already makes you cum once and is working you upto the second one. But he makes sure to flip you over with his strong arms, pressing in between your shoulder blades so you're face down, ass up.
When he doesnât immediately sink back inside, you whine and try to turn your head back to see what was taking so long - but his big hands firmly keep your neck in place. Just admiring the view, sweetheart, he says teasingly and giving your plump ass a rough smack.
As you moan from the jolt, he continues slapping and fingering you from behind, knowing how easy it was to get you worked up like this. And bingo, soon enough youâre squirting messily all over his large palm, soaking the sheets below you. So wet, sweetheart, he murmurs. All for me, hmm? Youâre dripping everywhere.
Youâre moaning brainlessly, not a single thought left in your head as you wiggle your hips shamelessly and ask Max for his cock again, pl-please make me feel good, Maxie? He smirks, knowing in this state youâd never notice if he were to tug the condom off, not with the way youâve squirted so much and itâd be impossible to tell what was your cum and what was his.
So he does exactly that, finally yanking the annoying plastic off and releasing his angry, rock hard cock. He lines his drooling tip up to your pretty pink pussy, teasing your twitching entrance. Licking his lips, he grins evilly as he thrusts into you with a smooth motion, sinking in all the way to the base. You squirm and pant underneath him, overwhelmed by how good he feels inside you, so warm, your gummy walls squeezing down on every ridge and vein on his thick cock.
After bullying your sweet cunny mercilessly with his thrusts, he holds you down as he drains his heavy balls into your twitching hole, filling you with his creamy, thick cum. You moan under him, tiredly asking why it was so wet, heâd definitely worn a condom, right Maxie? He leaned down to kiss your shoulder, promising he had, it was just so wet cuz of your squirting, you dirty girl.
Now that heâs had a taste of your raw pussy he wants it every single night. Once was never enough for the greedy Redbull champion. So next time, he tears a hole into the condom when you aren't looking, eyes screwed shut in pleasure as you approach your climax. You donât notice until itâs far too late that the condom broke, Maxie! Your cute eyes tear up as he grunts, already have drained half his thick load into you by this point. He pretends to be shocked as he slides out, the broken condom sliding down his shaft. Oh fuck, baby, I already came inside youâŠ.You look down at your creamy pussy in awe, curiously using your fingers to play with his cum thatâs leaking out of your twitching hole. You can't deny how good it feels to have your boss fuck you raw, biting your lip nervously at the thought of doing it again when he slyly suggests it. He watches you darkly, telling you not to worry, sweetheart, heâll just get you on the pill instead, okay?
You're reluctant with the side effects potentially messing with your driving, but he convinces you that he knows best as your mentor. Itâs easy for him to get his hands on fertility drugs, and he sneaks them to you constantly under the guise of contraception. You accept them willingly, because just like heâd predicted, you quickly became addicted to his cum inside you.
Soon youâre grinding your ass against his erection and palming his dick eagerly as soon as you enter the same room, begging him to have his way with you right here, the fertility drugs making you constantly horny. He watches with an amused smirk, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back on the driver's room couch as you climb into his lap to ride his cock, your doe eyes rolling back as you milk him for every last drop.
He teases you mercilessly for how desperate youâve become lately, telling you if you were so greedy for his cum heâll keep pumping you until heâs fucked a baby into you, hmm? Wouldnât that be fun? To be by his side all day and in his bed all night, to let him look after you while you carry his child? Of course, he keeps this last though to himself, knowing you would never agree to having a kid this early into your driving career.
Oblivious to his dark desires, you let him pump creampie after creampie into you, sometimes even starting races with soaked panties from where his cum leaked out earlier. The fertility drugs have your ass getting fatter and thighs chubbier, and your race suit tightens around your hips. Max loves it, tightening his grip on your soft waist as he fucks you through the hole he's brutishly ripped into your racepants. You squeal, trying to protest, but he grunts in between thrusts that he'll just have to buy you a new one, baby, since your ass was getting fatter these days. You whine in embarrassment from his words, burying your pink face into the cushions as you let him continue to hit it raw. No matter how strict you were with your diet and exercise, you still seemed to be gaining weight for some reason - and you observant boss had noticed it too. While youâre desperately thinking about how to maintain your figure for the season, the handsome, older Blonde above you canât get enough of your new curves. He litters your plush, over sensitive little body with hickeys and bruises as he easily manhandles you with huge palms, practically wanting to devour you whole. It drives him crazy to give you multiple creampies while you're in his team's racing suit, stretched impossibly tight around your bouncing tits and hips, his Verstappen name plastered across your juicy ass. The same ass that he now roughly smacks, satisfied with how you well youâd taken his generous load when he emptied it into your twitching cunny.
Obviously, thereâs only one way this can end. Your boss smirks as he thinks of the future, of you with a heavy, swollen belly and puffy folds after all the cum heâs fucked into you finally gets you pregnant with his child.
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Do not go gentle
Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader
Warnings/Contains: illusions to reader suffering "some" attack earlier, nightmares, reader and hotch are goofy idiots, inappropriate boss/employee relationship, unprotected pinv sex, dirty talk, pulling out, splash the back, mentions of m!masturbation, swearing, blasphemy, hotch has a size kink if you squint.
Word Count: 4.7k
Can you believe it? I've finally posted Hotch smut? I recently picked CM back up again and turns out he's still irresistible. Enjoy this, I did.
You'd only been back a week, after having two off, and Hotch already wanted to see you in his office.
This normally wasn't a cause for concern, usually you actually liked seeing Hotch in his office. Usually because it was for praise, he'd remark good work you'd done or feed you back something good he'd heard about you from another department.
It was also in that low, calm voice and he'd always have a hint of a smile working it's way to the surface.
But this time it'd be different.
You'd been off for two weeks and everyone was worried it wasn't enough. You'd been, quite literally, through hell and back and nobody wanted to push you too hard to get back into the field.
But you'd reassured Strauss, reassured everyone, that this was the best thing for you. You'd been going stir crazy on your couch in your little apartment, watching everything the TV had on offer.
You needed to get back into things, you needed to get back to helping people.
So you made the slow ascent up to Hotch's office and quietly knocked on the door, feeling it slowly swing open against your hand. He looked up from his desk, eyes connecting with yours and his brow raising slightly.
"You wanted to see me, sir?
He waved you in with his hand, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk. You took a seat, doing your best to relax back into things and not let him know how nervous this had made you.
âI just wanted to see how youâre doing?â
You smiled, only gently with your gaze picking out flaws in the carpet of Hotchâs office. Nodding slightly, you lifted your head to lock eyes with him.
âGood, actually,â That was honest but you could tell he was a little hesitant to accept it. âIâm glad to be back with everyone and making some difference.â
âAnd how are you sleeping?â Clear and level headed as ever.
You hesitated, it was only a second but there was no getting past him. You knew you had to be honest now.
âNot well, that's only when I finally get to sleep, and when I do Iâm right back there again.â
Hotchâs expression was as hard to read as ever but you could see a hint of sympathy? Sadness? Concern?
âAnd are you seeing a therapist?â
âI am! Sheâs great, she says the best way through it is to keep living until I have enough good memories to replace those ones.â
You thought there may have been a hint of a smile on his face but it was gone as quick as you saw it.
âIf there is anything I can do to help you, just ask- or call.â
You gave him a smile, an earnest one and you nodded as you spoke. âI will, thank you, Sir.â
That went better than you expected. He didn't want to recall you back to the office for desk work, he was just checking in. You found yourself back to feeling how you normally did when you left his office.
Not really wanting to go.
-
Your apartment was dead quiet, you couldn't even hear the usual hum of your fridge as you left the bathroom. Your home was darker than you were used to, the moonlight struggling to get through the windows.
As you stepped into the kitchen, you felt the unmistakable air of company. Something was telling you that you weren't alone in the darkness. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as your fingers reached for the light switch.
So close, you were so close when you suddenly felt a strong grasp wrap around your wrist-
Awakening with a scream, you felt your heart fight it's way out of your chest. Your neighbours would probably be leaving another not-so-passive note in your mailbox about this.
Sitting up on the couch, you found your lights still on and your TV still playing some mindless background noise. Another nightmare taking your sleep right from you when you needed it most.
Your cellphone lay on your coffee table in front of you, black screen staring back at you. Mulling it over in your head, you weighed up your options.
On one hand, he quite literally said to call if you needed him. But on the other, he probably just said it as a courtesy, something everyone says.
Either way, before you could really talk yourself out of it- you were dialing Hotchâs number and pressing your phone to your ear.
Zoning out a little at the dial tone, you were quickly snapped back by the sound of his voicemail service, a robotic voice asking you to leave him a message.
It all happened too quickly, your lips were firing off before you could stop yourself.
âAh- oh God- uh sorry, Iâm sorry this is- oh itâs actually me by the way. Iâm sorry I called itâs just- I uh had a nightmare. That sounds really lame now that Iâm saying this and I really shouldnât have called- uh I realise now you didnât pick up because youâve got a life or you're sleeping- but I'm not and I uh- shit-sorry- Sir, this might be a record for the worldâs most pathetic voicemail so maybe take this to a museum- or to a lab to have me tested because what the hell is this- anyway- shit- sorry again and enjoy your night- see you at work tomorrow morning, please- uh please donât mention this or I will have to go into hiding. Anyways- good night- sorry.â
Hanging up after the message, you threw your phone at the couch and watched it bounce off the cushions and onto the rug. Stuffing your palms into your eyes you let out a pained groan.
âPlease throw your phone into the ocean!â You begged, getting up from the couch. âWhat the actual fuck is wrong with you?â
You had almost forgotten the cringiest voicemail known to man. With how focused you were on perfecting this terrible boxed mac and cheese, your mind was nearly elsewhere.
Just as youâd managed to find a bit of peace, a knock at your front door made you jump out of your skin. Doing your best to calm yourself down, you brought your bowl of macaroni with you to the front door to investigate.
One eye to the peep hole, the minute you saw the person on the other side- your heart dropped. Slowly twisting the lock, you pulled the door back to reveal one Aaron Hotchner.
A very cozy looking Aaron Hotchner.
âSir-â
âI got your message, you had another nightmare?â
Your words got trapped up in your throat before you could get them out. âUh yeah.â
âWhat about? Are you okayâ
Clearing your throat, you did your best to focus your gaze on him, remind yourself that you were here- safe in your apartment and not back there.
âSame old, Iâm alone in the dark and then suddenly- heâs there.â
There was that expression on Hotchâs face again, this time you were sure it was concern, genuine concern. It was unmistakable.
âIâm sorry this keeps happening to you.â
Just as you were about to brush it off, pretend like it wasnât driving you crazy, you could see a faint smile appearing as he kept speaking.
âI couldnât find a museum that'd accept your voicemail but I did find a 24 hour convenience store with ice cream.â
He lifted the bag in his right hand and you could faintly see the tub through the plastic. âIs that cookies? Thatâs my-â
âYour favourite, yeah it is- do you mind sharing?â
You felt a heat rise in your cheeks as you nodded, quickly realising youâd been having this whole conversation in the hallway.
âOh yeah, come in- get out of my hallway would you?â
Hotch laughed, quietly, but he still laughed as he walked in. He went straight to the kitchen as you hovered by the couch.
âI can even share my gross looking boxed mac and cheese if you ask nicely.â
That got the rest of the laugh out of him, smiling over his shoulder as he made himself at home in your kitchen. Trying to give yourself something to do, you picked up the TV remote.
âSorry, the TVâs just been on as background noise but we could watch a movie- only if you want- I donât even know how long you-â
Thankfully, Hotch cut you off again. âIâd love to watch a movie, as long as it isnât a cartoon, with dinosaurs or superheroes.â
As he rounded the couch and passed you a bowl of ice cream, you looked up at him with an incredulous expression on your face.
âI literally just rented âcartoon dinosaur superheroesâ, what the hell?"
Your face broke out in a grin before you could even finish your dumb joke and it had an instant effect on Hotch.
âYeah well, I preferred the TV series- it went into much more detail.â
Spoon in your mouth, you shot a look at your usually-very-serious boss. You werenât used to seeing this many smiles- let alone hearing this many jokes from the man.
âWhich one was your favourite? The green one?â You pushed the corny little joke a little further.
He glanced back in your direction as he lifted his own spoon to his lips. âI liked the one that put out fires.â
Immediately a grin broke out across your face as you couldn't contain your giggles. You quieted down to a hum as you nodded at his quip. âThere totally would be one that put out fires.â
Leaning back into your couch, you picked up your feet to lean them on your coffee table.
âYou can put your feet up by the way, I donât mind.â
As quickly as you said it, Hotch was reaching out a long arm to wave at your legs. âI do, get your feet off the table.â
Looking at him in (slight) faux-shock, you shook your head as he did his best to fight off an impending chuckle.
âExcuse me? This is my house!â
Hotchâs smile only grew. âHardly a house, itâs a living room with a bed in the back of it.â
Stunned expression painted across your face, a series of unintelligible noises fell past your lips as it was your turn to try not to laugh.
âAlright then, next time I have a trauma induced nightmare then Iâll be coming to your house.â
âPerfect, Iâll have the boxed macaroni cheese and dinosaurs.â
âGreat, and Iâll pick apart every stylistic choice youâve ever made in.â
Hotch finished off another spoonful of ice cream as he shrugged. âI think youâll find Iâm a very skilled interior decorator.â
You cocked your head towards him, eyes narrowed as you played on the bit. âSuuuurely not?â
âI am, and donât call me Shirley.â
Eyes wide in excitement as he said the words, you couldnât believe Aaron Hotchner was a certified funny-guy. Your stoic boss, your always knowing what to say, what to do, boss. You quickly reached for the TV remote off the table as the next thought struck you.
âThatâs the one, I wonder if they're streaming Airplane!â
It wasnât like you even lasted the first 20 minutes before you fell asleep. You felt so warm, so cozy, so at peace that you hadnât even realised you were drifting off until you did.
Hotch didnât mind either, just happy to see you finally sleeping. His right arm stayed firmly around your side as your cheek and hand laid against his chest, snoring only quietly.
He smiled from above you, tilting his neck just enough to gently rest his chin against the top of your head.
That night you dreamed, for the first time in weeks. You were in your apartment, but the lights were shining and the moon had cast a glow over the room. You could tell you werenât alone, you felt the company, but you couldn't find it to be scared.
Somebody else was in your apartment and he remembered your favourite ice cream.
-
As you rushed through the door of the conference room, all eyes switched from the round table fell on you. Within an instant, heat was rising up your cheeks.
âNice of you to join us.â Morgan teased as you slipped into a seat next to Spencer.
âSorry,â You mumbled, scrambling to grab some of the files in front of you. âSlept in.â
A simple sentence quieted everyone back down as expressions softened across all of them.
âSlept?â JJ asked quietly, full attention on you. âYouâre sleeping again?â
A smile cracked at the corner of your lips, nodding gently as you tried to keep your head down. âYeah, first time in weeks last night.â
Everyone let you off the hook after that, it was all back to work and start filing the reports from the last case. As you all shuffled out to head back to your desks, you heard a voice behind you call your name.
Leaving just you and Hotch in the room, you felt that same heat creep right back up your neck. You stepped over towards him, only bringing yourself to meet his eyes once you were right in front of him.
âSir, listen, about last night-â
âIâm sorry,â He stopped your babbling before you could even start. âI was out of line.â
Not what you were expecting. This morning had been hazy, Hotch slipping out with a sore neck from sleeping upright. You not even waking as he left.
But this was still-
âI shouldnât have let myself get as close as I did,â He continued, his tone back to as professional as always. âIt wonât happen again.â
âIt wonât?â
Hotch couldnât bare the look on your face. Eyes dropping in confusion and bottom lip daring to wobble. He had to steel himself, he had to walk out of that room before he did something that'd cost his career.
-
He'd completely closed down any chance for the two of you. You'd sort-of-kind-of resigned yourself to the fact it was never going to happen, but having it come crashing down right in front of you hurt more than you'd expected.
You didn't realise that you'd designated a space to him in the centre of your chest until you felt it break. Thinking back on it now, it will completely foolish to think your boss would ever dare to pursue anything with you.
But there was last night.
You'd woken briefly, just the once, and you'd felt his arm around your waist. You'd heard the beat of his heart just under your ear. You could've sworn you'd felt him press his lips against the top of your head.
That was all said and done now. If you'd known it was your only chance, you probably would've held onto it for just a little longer. You thought a hot shower after a long day would help to dissipate your feelings, but you still felt it weighing heavy on your mind.
Shuffling to the kitchen, you decided there was no other choice but to get on with things. What'd your therapist said? Keep moving forward until you have more good memories to replace the other ones?
Besides, you'd gotten on just fine before, without him. There was no reason for this to change anything.
Even after you knew how it felt to fall asleep beside him.
Swinging open the box freezer, you scanned the shelf for something to eat before your eyes fell on the scene of the crime. Last night's ice cream stared back at you with cruel intent.
You decided you'd make a spectacle of it, retrieving it from the freezer to stab a spoon right through the middle of it. The first mouthful stung, the rest was just...ice cream.
Dragging your feet towards the couch, you were nearly close enough to collapse into comfort when a knock at the door sent a fright through you that you'd never get used to. Cautiously, you pressed your eye back to the peep hole and screwed up your face in confusion.
"Sir?" You asked as the door swung open, finding Hotch back in that same place on your doorstep.
"Listen, I'm sorry-"
It was your turn to cut him off. "You really don't have to be. Like you said, it shouldn't have happened."
You'd been hesitant to look him in the eye as you spoke, roaming the spotted ceiling of your apartment hall instead. But as you shifted to catch his eyes, you found him- preocupied.
Hotch's eyes trailed further down, serious expression fixed to his features as his eyes moved to your legs. Only when you went to follow his gaze did you realise.
You'd answered the door fresh out the shower. Skin still a little damp, only in a t-shirt and a thin pair of panties.
You were standing in front of your boss in next to nothing.
And he looked like he wanted to eat you whole (he did).
He managed to clear his throat, to tear his eyes off your body and back to your face. Mustering up the courage, tensing his fists and relaxing his shoulders, he began speaking before he could think.
"I am sorry and I need to say it. I overstepped a boundary here and I put my own feelings for you over everything else and I shouldn't have. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfortable-"
"Hotch-"
"I thought I was fine with keeping this in my head and I never wanted to-"
"Hotch-"
"But I just need to tell you that this wont change anything with-"
"Sir."
Finally, your interjection managed to cut through and he stopped himself. "Hotch, you've never asked me what I actually want."
His features softened a tiny amount, his fists unfurling as he willed himself to relax the rest of himself. "What do you want?"
Taking a long stride towards him, you found yourself nearly chest to chest with the man. Your hand gently ran his tie through your fingers, twisting a little to grasp it for leverage.
"You."
Hotch sucked in a deep breath, his head tilted towards you but his eyes closed. "Please don't say that."
You looked up at him from under your lashes, finding him slowly opening his eyes to watch you move even closer to him.
"Got no reason to lie to you, sir."
You heard his breath catch in his throat as Hotch moved his hands, until they were just and only resting on your hips. You felt the heat radiating off his large palms, closing in until they spanned across your lower back.
"I really shouldn't do this." His voice was a hush, he was still trying to talk himself out.
Not like you were going to let him.
"Then let me."
Closing the space between the two you, your lips pressed against the hard line of his until he opened up for you. You lead things just long enough for him to get comfortable, falling into motion and his tongue pushing forward into your mouth.
His hands tightened, gripping onto your waist like he might lose you if he let you go. Walking you back into your apartment, he blindly kicked his leg back to shut the door. Surging forward, he had the backs of your thighs against the arm of the couch.
Pulling back to take a look at you, his eyes moved to you swollen lips. His thumb came up to brush against your lower lip, gently gripping it between his fingers.
"Pretty, pretty girl," He sighed, you could feel his thigh slotting between your legs. "Such a good girl."
You couldn't stop it, the heady little moan that fell from your mouth at his words. Mixed with the soft feeling of his suit pants pressing to your core, undoubtedly you were leaving some kind of mess on the expensive trousers.
Hotch flexed his thigh, enjoying the feeling of you grinding yourself against his leg like a desperate slut. He watched as you tipped your head back, exposing the column of your throat to him.
Ducking his head, he pressed his lips in a line down your neck and biting gently at the join of your shoulder. "Get up on the couch."
His voice was a rumble in his chest, but there was a command in there that had you moving without being told twice. You went to sit down on it, but Hotch caught you and spun you slightly till you were falling onto the cushions on your knees.
Arms slung over the back of the couch and ass pointed out, you looked back over your shoulders with hazy eyes. Hotch slipped his suit jacket off, throwing it across a chair as he started to roll up his sleeves.
It was so simple, such an easy move but it had an effect on you like nothing else. His strong arms came into view and the veins on his hands flexed as he rolled the fabric. You could feel the damp spot growing on your panties.
This was a different Hotch than the one that stayed over the other night. This was closer to the one that sat behind his desk, stoic and unshakeable. Part of you knew the desperation that was hiding behind the stern look on his face.
You two really had one shot at this. The voice in the back of your head was telling you to enjoy this, it'd never happen again.
Snapping you from your thoughts, you felt two long fingers run up the length of your cunt. Even through the thin fabric of your underwear, you could feel his rough grasp as he gently began to rub at your clit.
Your head lolled forward, a gasp sounding from your chest as you backed your hips towards his touch. As he slid your panties to the side, fingers now running right through your wetness, you could hear the sound of him drawing down his fly.
"I've tried so hard- from the moment I met you-" The words fell from his lips, his knee coming up on the couch to get closer. "I've thought about this moment every night."
Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, feeling his firm chest press to your back as his words spurred you on. You could picture it in your mind, your boss in the shower, alone in his bed- his hand fisting at his cock as he thought of you.
Pretty you, sweet and kind you. Always the first to do what he says, to look at him with those glassy eyes and say "yes, sir." To him, this was inevitable.
It was only ever a matter of time.
Swiping up the slick from between your legs, you looked back quickly to see him running it across the head of his cock. Your jaw dropped slightly, seeing the size of him as he dragged his hand down the length of it.
"Fuck- that's big."
You didn't even mean to say it out loud. Hotch chuckled as your words, his brows raising slightly as he did.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," He cooed, lining himself up with your entrance. "We'll make it fit."
Your eyes squeezed shut and a drawn out, frankly pornographic, moan fell out. Hotch groaned deep in his chest as he sunk into you, feeling the tight grip of your soaking cunt.
Feeling the press of his lips on your shoulder blade, he made it in fully before he stilled. He was giving you a moment, letting you catch your breath despite the ever-present need to absolutely wreck you.
Reaching back, you franticly tapped at his hip. Quiet pleas of "move, please move" filling the space around you. He was kind, he gave you exactly what you needed as he began to roll his hips into yours.
One of his hands firmly held your hip, the other ran underneath your t-shirt so he could grip at your chest. He cupped one of your breasts, rolling it round in his large palm as he groaned into the crook of your neck.
"God- you feel so good, sweetheart."
You whimpered for him, a pathetic whine sounding from you as you bucked your hips back against him. The hand on your hip began to slip forward, fingers coming around to rub against your clit.
From the speed in which he was fucking into you, the frantic movements of his fingers, the clip of his breath- he was trying hard to hold on. He was doing whatever he could to keep his cool but he was finding it increasingly difficult.
The prettiest girl he'd ever laid his eyes on, the subject of all his inappropriate desires was knelt in front of him. You were somehow tighter than he'd dreamed, somehow sounded sweeter than he'd imagined.
You were calling out his name, chants of "Aaron, fuck, Aaron-" that were no doubt slinking through the thin walls of this apartment and keeping the neighbours up.
He didn't care, he'd get you to tell the whole fucking city if he could. When you felt this good, when you looked this pretty for him? He'd throw his whole career to the fucking wind if it meant he got to do this whenever he wanted.
Maybe- maybe not that far. But Hotch wasn't really in the position to be thinking logically right now. Not when you were turning back over your shoulder to capture his lips, moaning straight down his throat as he continued to sink his hips into you.
"Fuck- you're so deep, sir."
Hotch could've come right then, there was no way he could keep it together when you were saying it like that. He knew good and well that this is why this was never meant to happen.
How was he meant to go back to work and deal with you calling him that, when he's heard just how good it could sound?
He sped up his fingers, messy circles rubbing at your clit as your whole body began to tense. He felt your back arching, pushing back into his chest as you cried out.
"God- I'm gonna'- Aaron- I'm gonna' cum-" Was all you could manage before you clenched around him.
Suddenly, your vice grip released and you were falling limp against the couch with a whimper. Hotch fucked you through it, feeling the shocks wracking your body as he drew out your orgasm as long as he could.
Hotch watched over you, seeing the blissed out expression on your face as you came for him. He looked down to see the way your cunt fluttered around him, a wet mess left on the shaft of his cock.
Taking mental note, he knew that he'd never be able to forget this. His one chance to have you like this, to hold you and feel you gripped around him. The sight of you took over him, his hips stuttering as he gripped hard on your hips.
You opened your eyes just in time to see his head tipped back, strong arms and chest straining against his dress shirt. Hotch's lips parted as a quiet moan of your name ripped from his chest.
Quickly, he slipped himself out as he stroked himself over your ass. Long fingers pulled your panties down around your thighs as hot ropes of cum painted your lower back and behind. Your eyes were growing hazier but you kept them open to watch as he did it.
You were slumped over the back of the couch, high dissipating through your body as you heard him tuck himself back into his trousers. You could hear him moving away, but soon he returned with a warm cloth against your back.
Slipping your panties back into place, he turned you around gently and settled you into his side. Right back where things had started, your sleepy body falling into him.
You both knew it, that this would be the last time. This would never go anywhere else. But there was part of you that'd become content with that, getting used to the strong beat of his heart beside your ear.
Feeling a strong hand brush against your face, this time you were sure of it. His lips pressed softly against the top of your head as you began to drift off asleep.
You knew he'd been gone again when you woke up, you'd both show up to work like all of this hadn't happened. But that was okay, you felt the sleep overtaking you- a feeling that you'd missed.
You slept absolutely soundly, for the second time in weeks.
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