#but its ok :] i can rec them now

[13eyond13]

love it when a character that's hard to read intuitively for you has like a dedicated fandom interpreter who can just glance at their blank face in a panel and then give you a 3k word essay on their innermost thoughts & desires & fears and neatly tie it back into the themes & whatnot as if it's the most obvious thing in the world

[velvetwyrme]

i was kinda worried that i couldnt be able to find enough fics for the new fic reclist/s and um. i already have 153 tabs for various ut fics open, which is more than i can include in one post (tumblr seems to have a 100 link limit, last i checked) so i'm. fine.

i shouldnt be so surprised, considering how much i read but hkjrhdsjjkdhgf its. yeah okay.

[phagodyke]

demand avoidance is so stupid. what do you mean I'm not going to do the thing I wanted to anymore just bc someone else wants me to......

[arolesbianism]

Oh baby I am getting way to ambitious with my current oni run for someone who's laptop starts screaming anytime it opens steam

[insertdisc5]

TIMELOOP GAMES REAL!??!??!!

hi i made a timeloop game called In Stars and Time and this is a whole post about other timeloop games you can also play.

some i liked. some i loved. some i didnt like. all are worth playing and like also listen the second friends and family heard i was making a timeloop game, i got bombarded with timeloop media recs. so here is a sampler in no particular order! NOTE: knowing some of those games are timeloop games is a spoiler. but. you are here. for timeloop games. so timeloop games you shall have

Outer Wilds

If you need to play one timeloop game, it's this one. Please play it blind. I swear to god you won't regret it. it's timeloops in space!!! it makes you think!!! there are so many "HOLY SHIT WAIT I GET IT NOW" moments!!! please just go play it please please please. some of the best environmental storytelling in a game. so many hints in plain sight. JUST PLAY IT

[way more timeloop games under the cut]

Oxenfree

I didn't actually like Oxenfree very much. But also it stayed in my mind for weeks after I finished playing it. that's how you know it's a good game. I really enjoyed the dialogue system in this, and how much the loop affected the characters. and it got so spooky!!!

Hikeback

i'm in the credits for this one because i was one of the inspirations heehee <3 i loved playing it… short little game about trust, self-sabotage, and never-ending cycles. highly recommend it

The Stanley Parable

Listen babes it absolutely counts. I replayed it a bunch while making ISAT, and I got immensely inspired by the dialogue, and how it catches you off guard sometimes? You get SO SO used to the narrator's "All of his coworkers were gone. What could it mean?" at the start of every game, and then for no reason instead it says "A soft wind blew outside and perhaps rain started, and if it did it stopped shortly after. Stanley hoped that he would one day see weather." like WHAT THE FUUUUCK IM GETTING CHILLS JUST THINKING ABOUT IT

12 minutes

ok i know we all made fun of this game when it came out because the story is batshit insane HOWEVER!!!!!!!! i REALLY REALLY LOVED how doing the same actions multiple times would have slightly different outcomes. If you battle someone, the first time you get knocked out in one hit and the loop restarts. the second time you try, you evade the first hit, but get knocked out. the third time, you last a little bit longer, and a little bit longer, until you can pretty much hold your own against your enemy. And it applies to so many things in this. Retrying different things to see how they would change was a delight.

this game is also so bad its almost good, and if you're interested you HAVE to play it with friends so you can yell about how bad it is together.

Zero Escape

it's just a good series ok. escape rooms, and also time loops! the 3rd game in particular goes deep into The Math of how timeloops would work, which i think is interesting. sometimes timeloop games just go "yeah you can timeloop dont worry about it" and others go "OK HERE'S THE HOW AND WHY IT WORKS" and both are interesting!

START AGAIN: a prologue

this game has almost everything i could wish for in a timeloop game. depression. lines repeating. dying brings you back. you get new levels and skills because you're aware of the loops but your party members don't. so you get overpowered next to them and they Notice. just. party members who dont know about the loops still noticing something is wrong. you are acting differently than yesterday. you look sad. you are acting weird. you know too much. how did you know where the keys were? how did you know this would happen? what's wrong? talk to us. and oh my god this game has a sequel? which will probably have Actually Everything i could wish for in a timeloop game? i can't wait. who made this? (its me i made this)

Ghost Trick

ok its not really time loops and more time travel and only for 4 minutes HOWEVER!!!! you should play it. you know you should play it because everyone says so. so go play it

Elsinore

im sure its a great game but ive never seen/read hamlet. so thats a failing on my part. because. you absolutely need to know hamlet to understand this game lol i did like the whole "make sure to find out which events are Important and which ones aren't so you can have The Perfect Loop"! very fun. or it would be. if i. knew. hamlet

The Forgotten City

a friend kept recommending it to me and i didn't like it. its good! just not for me. but if you like to think a lot you should play it. another "make sure to find out which events are Important and which ones aren't so you can have The Perfect Loop" game

Gnosia

Gonna be real. I didn't like the story very much, in part because the game lets you choose your gender but still acts like youre a straight dude. HOWEVER the gameplay was very inspiring to me. Every loop is pretty much just an among us meeting, and you have to find out who the imposters are or everyone dies and you loop again. and sometimes you ARE the imposter, so you need to make sure no one finds out. or you loop again. rules get added as time goes on too. i REALLY loved how quickly the loops stacked up. seeing "loop 100" was such a nice moment. ive been here so long! i tried to recreate that somewhat for my own game…

Loop Hero

Technically not a timeloop game, but a loop game. It still absolutely counts because it's about loops and memories, and what are loops and memories together if not a timeloop. You have your little guy going through a closed loop, battling enemies, getting cards, and making the world whole again by using those cards to make forests, towns, lakes come to life. I am famously a Story First Gameplay Second kinda player, but I did play this 45h for the gameplay alone. I learned a lot about battle balancing and randomness by playing this!

You and Me and Her: A Love Story

you know doki doki litterature club? this came before. and one might say. it's. better. in some parts (and i say that as someone who LOVED ddlc!) i won't say much except it's a dating sim but with timeloops. with a lot of what it implies. why are you dating this girl a second time? a third time? a fourth time? choose another one already! it was such a fascinating game to play, and is incredibly meta in the way it talks about dating sims and visual novels. had a lot of very impactful moments however, i played the hentai version. some of the worst, most cringy sex ive ever read and heard. however, one might say the sex is an integral part of the game and its deconstruction of hentai/dating sims…? no. just play the steam version which doesnt have the horrible sex scenes and you will have a great time i think (or play the hentai version. if you like. to watch. horrible sex scenes???)

Higurashi

knowing this is a timeloop game is a massive spoiler. however, this game is more than a decade old, so,,, honestly if you havent played higurashi what are you doing. i know i just spoiled you on it but i was also spoiled on it and i can GUARANTEE YOU that you will still have an amazing time. one more thing. you gotta play with the original sprites or you're a fake fan

I Was a Teenage Exocolonist

starts as a visual novel/management sim/dating sim kinda thing, until you realize that every replay is a new timeline. so the main character can save people, because they remembered about them dying in a previous one. i wish the timeloop would affect the game/story more (let me find a certain character quicker once ive found them in a previous playthrough!!!), but timeloop aside, it's a very fun game to play!!!

that's it! hope you will find a nice timeloop game you like

[reidsbookclub]

HERE WE FUCKING GOOOO

I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off | Part two

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Female Reader | Masterlist

Summary: D.C. law states that you can't file for divorce until you've been separated from your partner for 6 months without having sex with them... they never said you can't fuck your soon-to-be ex-husbands new girlfriend's ex-husband. (based on this post)

Warnings: divorce (i'm not an expert but i did my best research) flirting, teasing, blow jobs, almost getting caught, mentions of miscarriages, abusive relationships, past child abuse, tough childhoods, jealousy, falling in love at the worst time, mutual pining but thinking it's unrequited on the others part, bathtub sex, possessive sex, semi-public sex(bar bathroom), drunk love confessions, pretending not to hear the love confession. arguments, fighting, real love confessions

Word Count: 15.1k

He’s not there when she wakes up Sunday Morning. He left a note on her bedside table, however. 

‘Stole your spare key from the key box downstairs. Have to head into work for a case and didn’t want to wake you, and even more so I didn’t want to leave a beautiful woman like you home alone with the door unlocked. Call me if you need me, but I’ll be in Kansas until further notice.  Aaron.’ 

It makes her smile. He’s so sweet… and then she notices his ring. He took it off before he left, he placed it beside the note and when she flipped it over she read why. 

‘I don’t know where to put this, I don’t want to wear it and I don’t have anywhere to keep it safe. Can you watch it? Put it wherever you’re going to be keeping your own until we can figure out what to do with them?’

The best place for them would be in the jewelry box that ended it all. She picks up his ring and opens the third drawer which is mostly empty. She places his ring in there and slips her own off of her finger. Turning the ring over a few times, she sighs. This is the end of a chapter… maybe even the end of a whole book. 

She spends Sunday alone without that awful feeling hanging around her. She goes to the store, buys some moving boxes and bubble wrap, and puts James’ things in them. She cleans out the spare bedroom, does some laundry, orders food, and listens to her music as loud as she wants. 

It’s wonderful.

She has a response from her lawyer that she got only a few minutes after she sent the video last night. “It’s the perfect evidence,” Cynthia praises. She’s going to draw up the divorce papers and get everything ready for her to file in 6 months. Because that’s the law. You have to wait 6 months after the last time you have sex with your partner to officially file for divorce. And James fucked her just two weeks ago. It was after a long dry spell, both of them had wine with dinner and he was home the whole weekend with her… mainly because that was a weekend Haley went down to visit her parents with Jack. 

Her marriage was officially ending. However, the world doesn’t feel like it’s on fire as much as it did last week. She doesn’t even feel like she’s standing in rubble left in the fire's wake… she’s just surrounded by construction equipment in the vacant lot that is her future. 

She could build whatever she wants here. The future is in her hands, what she chooses to do with it is up to her this time. Not her parents, not her husband. Her. 

So she’s going to start living for herself, for real this time. 

—

It’s when Haley calls her that she starts to feel that anxiety creep back into her stomach. 

She’s halfway to work the next day when her cell goes off. She doesn’t check the call log until she gets to work, sitting in the parking lot, her stomach drops into her ass when she sees her name. But she calls her back. 

“Hello?” Haley answers. 

“Hey, sorry, I was driving,” she apologizes. “Is everything okay? Is Jack okay?” 

“Yeah… yeah everything’s fine. I just thought we could talk?” 

“There isn’t really much to say, is there?” She asks, her voice calm and low still even though she wants to scream a bit. 

“There’s a lot to talk about. I just don’t know how to. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I don’t know how it happened and I didn’t know how to stop it and then I didn’t really want to…” 

She’s quiet for a moment. While she could snap, she could accuse her of ruining two perfectly fine marriages but that would be a lie. They were going to end eventually anyway. “It’s okay.” 

“No, hon, it’s not.”

Hon.

 She hated that. Haley had a way of comforting her in a condescending tone that stung a little deeper than any hurt she was ever complaining to her about. Like she either didn’t believe that it was a big enough deal to complain about it or she was so wrapped up in her own world that she couldn’t care less about anything that didn’t involve her.

“I was going to file for divorce anyway,” she lies. “I wasn’t happy. You knew that. And you weren’t happy either, I knew that. It’s fine. I don’t care. You can have him.” 

“No, don’t do that, don’t—” 

“Haley you literally fucked my husband because yours works too much and my husband fucked you because I won’t submit and be a good housewife. If anything, switching husbands was just the right thing for us to do,” she finally snaps. “Now if you’re done pretending to be my friend, I have work to get to. Don’t call me again.” 

She hangs up before she can hear anything else and shoves her phone back into her purse. Shaking her head, she takes the keys from the ignition and gets out. She honks twice, ensuring it’s locked and makes her way towards the courthouse with a sigh. 

How were they ever friends?  

She shakes away all the worry and the anger and her smile comes back onto her face as she enters the courtroom. She has to go through the metal detector, her purse goes in a plastic basket and she waits in line. She goes through the detector, and it beeps because of her necklace and belt. The security guard knows her well so he approaches her with the detector wand and a smile. 

“How are you today?” He asks. 

“Good, Mason. How are you?” She smiles back. 

“Pretty good,” he says, waving her down. “You’re all good here, have fun in there.” 

She laughs as she grabs her purse, “oh, you know I won’t.” He laughs too. “Are you working till the end of shift?” 

“Nah, I’m only on half the day today, Kyle will be on later to let you out,” he explains. 

“Well, have a good rest of your day then, Mason!” She gives him a little wave, walking backwards for a moment before she heads to the elevators. 

She’s still smiling ear to ear as she reaches them and Andrea comes around the corner. “What’s got you so happy on a Monday?” 

“Hm?” She can’t help but smile, lips pressed together, trying so hard not to laugh. “Oh, nothing.” 

“You’re giddy…” she looks her up and down as the elevator dings and opens. They let everyone out and then get in together. Andrea hits floor 2 and turns to her. “Didn’t everything with James go down this weekend?” 

She nods, “Yeah, I kicked him out.” 

“Still doesn’t explain why you’re literally glowing,” she can’t help but laugh out of pure shock. “Holy shit… you didn’t go home with someone else did you?” 

“Nope,” she shakes her head, smirking, she can’t hold it in. “He came right to my house.” 

Her jaw drops, “oh my god? I mean, good for you. You didn’t seem like the type to pay for sex but—

She laughs, reaches out and touches her friend's shoulder, “No, no, Jesus… but, I mean, if he ever did leave the FBI to work the corner, I’d be his best customer.” 

“You didn’t?!” She can’t believe it. 

She’s so happy she could literally scream, but the elevator steadies and opens with another ding and they have to get out. She wraps her arm under her friends, linked at the elbow now, and she leans in closer as they walk, “Oh, but I did.” 

“And?” She wants all the details. “I need to know more, you can’t just say you slept with the sexiest man any of us has ever worked with and not share the details?” 

She’s smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, she shakes her head and shrugs, not even knowing where to start. “Uh…” She brings her voice down, “Well… Seven. That’s all I’m going to say.” 

“Seven!” Andrea shouts, getting weird looks from the people in the hallway and she swats her slightly. “Sorry, but holy shit?” 

“I know!” She whisper shouts, dragging her into Andrea’s office. “Seriously, he came over to see if I was okay Saturday night, after everything went down, and we had some wine and talked and let all he feelings out. And then I was scared to sleep in my bed again because it felt so tainted and he offered to help me change the sheets and I, a little drunk, said that sleeping in there would be easier if we fucked in that bed too. You know, even the score? And him being a profiler he knew exactly how terrible James was in bed and made up for it…” 

“Wow,” Andrea can’t believe it. “You lucky duck, over her playing wife swap with the sexiest FBI agent at Quantico.” 

Everyone in the office had a crush on Aaron Hotchner when he was a prosecutor, the women and the men. He was powerful, he knew what he was doing, he was captivating and brilliant and so very easy on the eyes. Everyone hit on him, either as a fun and flirty way of dealing with the day or because they genuinely thought they could get him even while he was married. Haley hated that, she would come in to give him lunch and kiss him in front of everyone to assert her dominance and make sure they knew he was taken. It might be why Haley only became friends with her. She wasn’t threatened by her. She didn’t think it was possible for Y/N to take Aaron away from her. 

But Aaron isn’t at all like his soon-to-be ex-wife. He isn’t a cheater. He isn’t a gossip. He isn’t vindictive or cruel or jealous. He is kindhearted, he is respectful, he is a lover and a protector and a genuinely good person. 

And now that he’s single, she has the chance to show him what it’s like to have a good woman care for him. 

—

Hotch is whistling while sorting through papers, alone in the conference room of this random police station in Kansas. Happier than he’s been in a while, he’s just breezing through this case with new ideas and a chipper attitude that has the team a little freaked. 

“Okay, man,” Derek enters the room, closing the door behind himself. “What’s going on?” 

“What do you mean?” He asks, pretending he doesn’t know. 

“The smiling, the whistling, the chipper mood… You and Haley finally work things out?” He asks, cautiously. Everyone knew that things weren’t good at home, he hadn’t been okay since his suspension. Either sleeping at the office or in his guest room at home, he was on the brink of divorce and they all knew it. 

His good mood fades and he lets out a sigh, looking down at his paperwork, he doesn’t know how to say it. “I’m sure Penelope told you.” 

“That you got a weird email claiming your wife was cheating on you, yeah,” he shrugs. “But it wasn’t really her, was it?” 

“She’s been sleeping with her best friend's husband for a year now,” he shares, watching Derek's face drop. 

“Oh, man,” he takes a seat beside him. “Are you okay?” 

He nods, “Yeah… we’re getting divorced for real. It’s not just a separation anymore. And I sort of… made things even between us.” 

Derek's brow goes up, “seriously?” 

He nods, smile returning, “I slept with her boyfriend's wife.” 

Derek can’t help but laugh, amazed that Hotch had it in him. “well hallelujah, finally you’ve got something good going on in your life.” 

“And I need to finish this case so I can go to my lawyers and draw up some papers and see what comes of this good thing,” he explains, letting Derek in. “She’s not just revenge… this isn’t just getting back at the people who hurt us. There was something special there, something I haven’t felt since I was a teenager. A spark.”

“In this profession, it’s really hard to think that things happen for a reason. Why do people die such terrible deaths? Why do people do such evil things? It’s sometimes easier to think that there’s a plan for everyone, made by god or fate or whoever brings you peace at night when you close your eyes. After what you guys went through together…  if she makes you happy, there’s definitely a reason why she’s in your life,” Derek assures him. 

“I really hope you’re right.” 

—

She has an appointment with her Lawyer, after work on Wednesday. She arrives at the office to see a familiar face in the waiting room. She lets the receptionist know who she’s there for and takes a seat right beside Aaron, who’s been smiling at her since she walked in. 

“Hello, there,” he keeps his voice low. “How are you doing?”

She crosses her legs towards him and leans on the armrest closest to him. “I’m good, how are you?” 

“Better,” he looks at her lips and then back to her eyes. “I’m glad you’re here, I was going to ask Amelia— my lawyer if she could request your evidence from Cynthia.”

“I didn’t know you actually had a lawyer here, I asked Andrea— you remember Andrea right?” She asks and he nods. “I asked her and some of the others if they knew where you were going for your divorce and they had no idea you were even separated, but Andrea’s brother is married to Cynthia so that’s why I’m with her.” 

“Everyone here is really good,” Aaron assures her. “We’re probably going to serve Haley on Friday.” 

“Good,” she lets out a huff air, slightly laughing and shaking her head. “They’re going to be so pissed when they find out we’ve been working together on this.” 

“Yeah, but I mean, they started it. They ruined everything,” Aaron shrugs, genuinely not caring how they’re going to react. “They’ve already done the worst thing they could do to us.” 

Amelia comes out to grab Aaron first and he stands, “Can we possibly do our meetings together?” 

“If you’re both okay with knowing the details of each other's divorce, I don’t see why now?” She shrugs.

“I don’t mind,” Aaron shares, turning to her. 

“I’m good with it,” she smiles, standing with Aaron now. 

“Okay, you two can go into the big meeting room down the hall and I’ll go grab Cynthia,” she says, opening the door for them. 

Aaron leads her down the hallway, opens the meeting room door for her and lets her pick her chair before he sits beside her. “Have you guys written everything up already?” She asks Aaron. 

He nods, “mostly.” 

“And you said you have a prenup?” 

“Technically it’s a postnup,” he shares. “When I came back from Scotland Yard, after the separation and the few people she claims to have slept with, I knew that I wanted a postnuptial agreement. I was making more money, she wanted to start trying for a baby, I was having a hard time trusting her already and so we made an agreement and signed it here with Amelia… and I really thought that by signing it she was agreeing she’d never break it.” 

“So what does the cheating void in her contract now?” She asks, curiously. 

“We went into the agreement with things that we wanted in the case of a divorce, if no infidelity occurred she would get half my assets and alimony. We agreed to a 50/50 split of any future children and regardless of the fidelity, she would always keep the house if we had children. I wanted them to be taken care of regardless of what happened,” he shares. “So that’s what’s in the complaint and if she signed it we will go through with an uncontested divorce. The only difference is that we will share Jack in an 80/20 split, I get weekends and 2 weeks in the summer. Every birthday and Christmas we get half a day each and we go back and forth on Halloween. She can have easter and Thanksgiving, seeing as she has the family who’d want to see him and I don’t.” 

“Mine's not going to be that easy,” she looks down at the table and sighs. “we had sex 3 weeks ago, we need to have been separated for 6 months before we can file.” 

“Ah,” he understands what that’s like. “myself and Haley have lived in the same house, just we haven’t had sex for over a year… and with me always travelling and being in hotels all the time I have a timeline of events and she’ll attest that we haven’t had sex since last September. So I can file this week.” 

“And have you found a place to stay now that you’re not living with her?” 

He nods, “I’m at a hotel right now, I’ve put in a few applications for apartments around the city and I’m just waiting to hear.” 

“I cleaned out my guest room if you wanted to come to stay with me until then?” She asks, really hoping he doesn’t let her down too hard. 

“Really, you wouldn’t mind?” 

She shakes her head, trying not to get too excited, “No, it would be nice. And even when you get your apartment, you can still come over with Jack and he can use my backyard to play?” 

“That would be amazing,” he places his hand on her shoulder and smiles, just as their lawyers walk in. 

—

The meeting goes well, they go over the little details and she signs over access to the evidence that she collected and she listens as they plan how Haley will get served on Friday.

Afterwards, Aaron walks with her to her car and leans against it, “did you really clean out the spare room already?” 

She nods, “I did it on Sunday after you left… you don’t have to use it, but it’s there if you want to save some money?” 

“and James isn’t going to get mad that I’m in his house? If I remember correctly, his parents bought the place for you guys?” he asks. 

She nods, “Technically they own it, but I moved in right after I graduated so I’ve been there for long enough and paid enough for the upkeep that it’s mine too.” 

“Graduated as in college?” 

“High school,” she clarifies. “I was 18, he was 21. We got married 3 years later. I befriended you guys a few months after the wedding.” 

“I didn’t realize you were that young?” 

“I’m only 3 years younger than you guys,” she reminds him. “I’m not a baby.” 

“I always forget how young we all were,” he shakes his head. “Have I really known you for 11 years?” 

She nods, “Yeah, you have… it’s wild to think we were only friends like 6 months before you switched careers.” 

“I know,” he lets out a sigh. “That feels like more than 10 years ago… more like 20.” 

“At least the FBI isn’t aging you like a presidency would,” she teases him. “They look ancient after 8 years.” 

“It’ll be interesting to see what happens to Obama if he wins,” he smirks. “Do you want to go get dinner, we can keep talking in this parking lot but that would get weird.” 

She laughs, “Yeah, I’d love to.” 

—

Dinner is them flirting for an hour and then they have to drive home separately. He stops by his hotel to grab his things and check out and then he meets her at home, where she’s fresh out of the shower and in a cute little outfit and he’s all over her. 

Bags dropped just beside the locked door, their clothes scattered all over the steps and those beautiful noises she made a few nights ago have returned. 

He praises her, he gets her off again and again and then he worries about himself. Even after, he’s cleaning her up, cuddling with her, getting her a drink and laying in bed with her having a chat until she’s ready for another round. She hasn’t had this much sex since she was 19… and even then, it was nothing like this. She’d be lucky to get off once in the 3 times they had sex. 

Now, she’s laying on him after riding him to her 5th orgasm of the night and he’s still inside of her. With her head on his shoulder, her forehead rests against his jaw and her nose is on his pulse point. He’s tracing his fingers over her back, down her sides and then back up to where her protruding side boobs are. It makes her shiver, she’s a little ticklish but she doesn’t mind because this feels too good. 

“You cold?” He asks. 

She shakes her head, “No, I’m okay.” 

“Cause we can get a blanket?” 

“No, no I like this. I don’t want to move,” she whispers, holding him tighter. She wraps her arms under him. “Unless you—

“No, I’m good,” he’s quick to calm her worries. “I like this. I feel so calm with you on me.” 

“Like a weighted blanket,” she teases. 

He soothes his hand over her back and turns his head to kiss her forehead gently. “Sexiest blanket I’ve ever had.” 

She laughs and then presses a kiss to his neck, never wanting it to end. 

— 2 months separated — 

It’s like this every night that he’s in her home. 

From then on, they have dinner together, they fuck, they sleep side by side and they smile. They laugh. They share secrets and facts and they watch each other's favourite movie, she shows him more music and he actually gets her to listen to the white album in full. He cleans, he does the laundry and she comes home from work on days when he’s had a mandatory 24 hours off, to a spotless house and a meal on the table. 

It’s incredible. 

Jack comes over for a few hours on Saturdays before the divorce is finalized and he moves to full weekends with his dad. But they get him for the night on Jack's birthday in November, they have cake and presents and they show Jack that he has a room of his own at his Aunty’s house. He loves it, he has a bunkbed and superhero sheets and a bunch of new toys and new clothes so that he doesn’t have to bring stuff back and forth. 

Aaron’s “room” gets moved to the basement, once James comes to move all his shit out of this house and into Haleys. Aaron is able to move the queen bed from the guest room to the basement, he has a dresser down there and he builds himself a makeshift office in one corner so when he has to do some work at night he has the space. But he doesn’t always sleep down there, he sleeps in her bed most nights that he’s home or he sleeps on the bottom bunk in Jack's room. He’s a good dad, he doesn’t want him to wake up sad or confused as to where he is. 

She feels as though she’s officially swapped husbands with her best friend and yet neither of them are even officially divorced yet… 

Aaron has his hearing on November 23rd, the judge signs his divorce and a month later it’s official. 

He’s a single man right around Christmas. So is his wife… the only difference between them is that she is proudly saying James is her boyfriend at all her Christmas parties and no one knows that Aaron is sleeping with someone. They know he’s living with her, they think he has a room at her house and that they’re friends who are going through the same thing so of course they’d support each other…. 

Only supporting each other really means having amazing sex. 

Be it in her bed, Aaron’s room downstairs, the shower, on the stairs when he gets home, in the kitchen before work… they were fucking everywhere. She’s had more orgasms than she can count in the last 9 weeks. 

— 3 months separated — 

This time, they’re going to do it in the armchair in her living room having a quiet January night in front of the fireplace. He looked so good sitting there that she couldn’t help but crawl over and kneel between his legs. She rubs his thigh, looking up at him, hoping he’d let her go down on him while he just keeps sitting there, reading his book with that sexy, concentrating look of his. 

He looks down at her with a smirk, “What are you doing?” 

“Nothing, go back to your book,” she teases. 

She gets his pants undone, he helps her tug them down a bit and then she palms over his underwear to try and get him hard, which isn’t difficult in the slightest. She kisses him through the fabric and nuzzles her face against him. He makes her feel feral. The way he smells, his touch, how warm he always is… she would get lost in him for hours if she could. She just wants to sit down here with her hands on his delicious thighs and his cock in her mouth for as long as humanly possible. All night long and then she’ll go to work with him and live under his desk while he does his paperwork. 

She slowly pulls his briefs down, the elastic wanting to spring back up to where it belongs so she holds it with one hand while the other rakes through his pubic hair. She traces over his skin, and under his shirt, she feels his tummy. The coarse hair of his treasure trail only excites her more. She pulls his boxers down and rests the elastic waistband under his balls to keep it secure. His cock stands tall, resting against his stomach, she kisses him right at the base and all the way up his shaft. 

He holds his book with one hand, other hand comes down to pet her hair. She hums at the feeling, kissing back down his cock again, she grips him and starts to stroke him and pay attention to his balls. In all their sex-capades, she’s never had the chance to fully go down on him. She wants to see what he likes, she wants to show him what it’s like to come undone by someone's mouth. She wants to repay the favour…

She’s just about to take him in her mouth when they get a knock at the door and then they hear it start to open with the call of her name. She’s quick to her feet, blocking Aaron’s body in the chair while he gets his cock back in his pants. Shame all over their faces, they’re so nervous they’re finally going to get caught. 

“James?” She calls out, knowing he’s the only other person with a key. 

“Hey,” he whispers as he rounds the corner into the living room. Jack, asleep and slung over his shoulder, “I’m so sorry to do this but can you watch Jack tonight?” 

“Yeah, absolutely,” she reaches out for him. He’s 3 now, bigger than he’s ever been and heavy as hell while he’s sound asleep. “What’s wrong?” 

“Haley’s… she uh… we… um—” he doesn’t know how to say it. There’s a panic in his face that she knows isn’t good. “She’s miscarrying, it’s kinda bad.” 

Aarons is right there, standing behind her now, “is she okay?” 

He shrugs, moving back to the doorway with them anxiously in tow, “Not sure, we’ve gotta get her to the hospital but I can call with updates later?” 

“Yeah, go,” she shoves him out the door and shuts it behind him. She lets out a sigh, holds Jack a little closer and snuggles her head against his. “Oh my god?” 

“Here,” Aaron reaches out for him. “I’ll put him in his room.” 

“Okay,” she hands him over easily. 

He’s in his pjs under his coat and he has his boots on. It’s only a little after 8 so he hasn’t been asleep for long. They get him out of his outdoor clothes and tuck him into his bed on the top bunk. He wakes up just a bit, asks where he is and then goes back to sleep easily with a kiss on the head and the promise they’ll see him in the morning. 

And then they’re alone in the living room again. 

“That was— 

“Awkward and unfortunate,” Aaron laughs. “We almost got caught with our pants down.” 

“Not mine, just yours,” she teases, leaning into his side. She looks up at him and sighs, “You okay?” 

He nods, “yeah… I mean… I don’t know?” 

“They’re moving so fast,” she can’t believe it. 

“Well, yeah, she’s almost 35. She had a hard enough time getting pregnant before, she’s not going to waste any more time when they both want kids,” he rationalizes it. 

“But still, the divorce just went through and that’s on your end, ours hasn’t even started yet? They’re going to be super pregnant by the time it’s all over,” she can’t believe it. 

“She wanted us to try again last year,” he shares, shaking his head like he can’t believe it. “I had this awful case, my co-worker had been arrested and he told us some pretty serious, pretty awful things that happened to him before we arrested a man he knew growing up for murder… and I came home and all I wanted to do was cry and look at my son and know he’s safe and he’d never have to go through that but she wanted to try again. I wasn’t able to do anything, I couldn’t even dream about having an erection after what we went through on that case and that’s when she started to accuse my job of ruining my life and the worst part was that I wasn’t allowed to tell her things. She never let me explain a case to her, she didn’t want to hear about the awful things I saw and she didn’t understand how it could affect me so much and I still wanted to go back. But I have to do this. I have to save little babies like my Jack from having these things happen and get justice for the little Derek’s of the world.” 

“I’m so sorry, Aaron,” she doesn’t know what else to say. 

“That was just after Jack's first birthday. We finally tried again the month after, but it didn’t work, she suggested we do IVF last October and I missed the first appointment and she never touched me again after that,” he looked down at his hands in his lap and twiddled his thumbs. “She didn’t even bring it up again until I was suspended. She said that it would be easier for us to conceive if I was home more… but she was already cheating on me. Part of me wonders how long this last pregnancy has been going on for because was she just asking to cover up being pregnant with his baby or was she actually going to stop it to try with me?”

“Honestly, I wonder that too. Jack was almost 2 when James and Haley started hanging out more, that’s when he stopped pestering me as much,” she shares. “It was so nice to not be bothered every day about how much I work and how long I’d still be on birth control and when I’d do his laundry… he was so much nicer to me with her." 

“I still don’t understand why you stayed so long?” He looks at her so confused. “You were so unhappy for so long?” 

“Because where was I going to go? I cut off contact with my family after high school cause they were awful and my only friend for the longest part of my life was my husband and then the one friend I thought I had kept telling me I was so lucky with James. She heard me complain about the pressure he put on me and thought ‘Wow that sounds like the best life let me take that husband for myself!’” She jokes because it’s the only way she won’t cry. “So I had no couch to sleep on if I left, no friends to support me, I’d have to find a way to pay for a new apartment and a divorce and you know it’s not cheap. I’m only able to stay afloat right now because Andrea got me a friends and family discount with her sister-in-law and you’re giving me rent money.” 

He nods along, understanding just how hard it is to leave someone. He’s seen this at work, he knows abusive relationships— even the ones that aren’t physically abusive, are still hard to leave. You can’t just wake up one day and go, it has to come with a plan or something detrimental. Like catching him cheating with her best friend. “How long have you wanted to leave him?” 

“I’m not sure,” she’s honest. Really thinking about it for the first time… “we went to Florida for the honeymoon, we were there all of 2 days when we had our first big fight about his expectations. Before that, we never fought. I’ve known him since I was 14, started dating when I was 16, he was 19… his parents liked me and took me in and I admired the way his mom was a stay-at-home mom but I never wanted to be her. I was always at their house because mine was a fucking nightmare and they knew I had troubles and I had said before I won’t have kids until I’m super stable… When they bought him a house after his college courses ended and he said I could move in after graduation I jumped on it because I needed an escape and we were so happy at the start. His mom helped us around the house and stocked our fridge and I was learning how to cook with her and then he dropped the bombshell on me on the honeymoon that It was time to suck it up and be a real wife.” 

“Did you not talk about this stuff before the wedding?” 

“Not really…? I mean we talked about the wedding itself and how nice it would be to belong to each other… I really wanted to be his wife. I was so tired of having my dad's last name and relying on them for money. James asked me to marry him on my 19th birthday, I was a semester and a half into college, and I only had 2 years of school, 4 semesters total. He said we could wait until I was in my field and fully employed to even start planning the wedding and then I found out that he and his mom had planned most of it and it was a month after my graduation. She did practically everything but buy my dress and write my vows.” 

“And you didn’t think that was a red flag?” 

“Oh, I thought it was insane but again, who was I going to run to? I was more afraid of being alone and broke and homeless than dealing with him every day because at least he wasn’t as bad as my dad. I felt like I had no right to run if he wasn’t beating me and maybe, just maybe… I could’ve changed him. I really thought the more I protested the more he’d settle and live with the fact I wasn’t like his mom.” 

“What happened with your parents?” 

“My dad is abusive and my mom basically has Stockholm syndrome,” she relays it quick. “If it was up to my parents I’d be a boy and a doctor but no, I was the 3rd girl and the reason my mom had a hysterectomy and there’s now zero males in the family line so… yeah, I can’t fucking stand my parents.” 

“My dad liked to get drunk and scream… he only hit my mom the 1 time— that I saw at least when I was 8 and I stepped in. I was the punching bag from then on out. It was hard on my relationships, I was afraid that I’d go out on a date or have a team practice and my dad would hurt her while I was gone. And then I met Haley the same day my dad was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.” 

“Holy shit?” 

He just nods, “yeah. So I thought maybe, just maybe… I could join this play, I could fall in love with the prettiest girl my teenage self had ever met and he’d be too tired from his chemo to hurt my mom while I was busy. And I was right, for a while. But there’s this thing that happens to people when they’re dying, they have 1 last good day…” 

“I’ve heard about that.” 

“And he used his last good day to scream and yell at my mother while I was at Haley's house. Sean called me, he said Dad was at it again and I needed to rush home… And Haley’s dad never really liked me, I mean who would like the boy who’s trying to sleep with his daughter?” He manages to smile for a moment. “But he heard the call, he heard the panic in Sean's voice and he drove me home and he came in with me to see my dad dead in the foyer. All that yelling, all that anger, it finally killed him. And her family took me in that night. And every few nights after that, I’d go over for dinner and sleep on the couch in the living room and I felt like I had a real family who loved me when mine fell apart.” 

“God, I’m so sorry,” she can’t even imagine that. “It’s the craving for a family that got me, too. I thought I’d build my own with him and it would be fine but the longer I was with him the longer I realized I never wanted my own children to hate their father the way I hate mine. And my mom never left, my mom just turned a blind eye to the insanity that came out of his mouth and I never wanted to be that mom. I never ever want any child I have to think or know that their father is a terrible man and I was okay with it.”

“And I was so scared to end up like my father,” he whispers, so ashamed of those thoughts. “Part of me was glad when she couldn’t get pregnant, I thought I was saving my kids from what I went through… but she’s a good mom. She’s the best mom in the world.” 

“She is really wonderful,” she agrees but her heart is breaking. 

Part of the reason you shouldn’t fuck the husband of the woman who stole your own is because you can fall in love with him… and then two of the men you gave everything to only want 1 woman. The same woman. And she’s not you. 

“I uh, I’m going to go to bed,” she announces, standing up quickly. “You’re probably going to go sleep in—

“I don’t have to,” he stands up to, placing his hand on her arm. “What’s wrong, what happened there?” 

“Nothing,” she lies, shaking the jealous thoughts away. “I’m just tired.” 

“Can I still sleep beside you even if we’re not doing anything?” He asks softly, staring her down with those beautiful brown wonders, making her heartache worse. 

“Yeah,” she gives in easily. 

So he helps her lock up and turn out all the lights, he checks on Jack once more and then they head to her room. They change, he strips down to his boxers and she has just a sleep shirt on and they get under the sheets together. She lays there, staring at the ceiling and he turns to her, there’s an awkward haze that takes over the room but he doesn’t say anything. 

He simply throws his arm around her middle, snuggles into her side and goes to sleep. Leaving her with her thoughts until the wee hours of the morning when she finally drifts off too. 

— 4 months separated — 

Jack’s so used to his weekend schedule at his dad's place. He wakes up to find his dad on the bottom bunk and then a morning of snuggles before they come in to get his aunty and go have breakfast together downstairs. 

Aaron got called out of bed in the middle of the night for what sounded like a pretty serious case. He was up and out around 2 a.m., and with a kiss to her head, as she lay there half awake, she promised to spend the day with Jack for him. That meant that when he woke up around 7, all alone, he showed up in her room, beside her bed, and he shook her arm to wake her up. 

She startles awake, “Oh, gosh, Jack?” 

“Where’s daddy?” 

She sighs, “he had to go to work.” 

“Oh,” he sulks. “Home?” 

“No, no, you can stay with me today, your dad might be back tonight or tomorrow morning. Unless you want me to call your mom? Do you want to go home?” She asks, always wanting him to feel safe first and foremost. 

He lights back up, “No, I stay.” 

“Of course you can,” she smiles, sitting up more. “Wanna come up and cuddle? I know you love your morning cuddles with your dad.” 

He nods, getting her help to bring her up onto the mattress, he sneaks under the covers and snuggles into her. “You cuddle dad, too?” He asks. 

Her face heats up with a tinge of embarrassment. He has seen them snuggle before, on the couch downstairs, when he wanders downstairs a few minutes after being put to bed. In the beginning, he didn’t like his new room, so he’d do everything to stay up with them as long as possible before they could transport him up there when he was already sound asleep. He’s only ever wandered into her room to find his dad once before, he saw them all cuddled up together with her on his chest when he reached up and shook her arm, much like he did this morning. 

“Yeah, sometimes I do,” she’s honest with him. “Do Mom and James cuddle?” 

He nods, “and kiss.” 

“Gross,” she teases, tickling his side and making him laugh. 

He has no understanding of the situation, he probably barely knew that James and her were together before. They weren’t touchy-feely, he never saw them kiss, he’s just known them both since he was born. Having his parents break up is something he also couldn’t comprehend, so it’s normal in his mind now that James and his mommy kiss while dad and Aunty Y/N cuddle sometimes… and if things ever work out between them, if this is what she feels like it is… explaining to him that his stepdad and stepmom used to be married to each other is going to be a weird, incredibly awkward, conversation. 

And if things don’t work out… part of her wonders how long she’ll be his aunty. How long will he know her? Is there going to be a day he hasn’t seen her for so long that he forgets she was ever his aunty? Is she just going to be some woman in the photos of his baby book that he points to and asks about? It breaks her heart to think about it. 

She snuggles him in closer and kisses his head, “I love you, buddy,” she adds for good measure. 

“I love you,” he snuggles her right back. 

They were going to have a good day today. 

—

They’re in the middle of dinner (dino nuggets and smiley fries and a small plastic cup of orange fuzzy drink because he was a good boy today) when Aaron walks in. “Y/N?” He calls out as he puts his briefcase down. 

Jack comes running from the table towards him screaming “Daddy!!!” Only to jump into Aaron’s arms. 

He holds him close, kissing his cheek a few times, “I missed you! How was your day?” 

She smiles from the archway that separates the dining room from the main hall, it’s one hell of a sight… he was such a good dad. He made having kids look like a breeze and honestly, his kid is a breeze. He’s polite, calm and smart. He’s adorable and sweet and even at 3 and a bit, he still has his same baby smell that does make her want one of her own sometimes. 

He explains to Aaron in his toddler babble what they did that day as he walks him back over to the archway where she is. “Really?” Aaron pretends to be shocked as if she didn’t text him all day with updates. 

She nods, “We had a great day.” 

“And you’re having dinner?” He asks, peering into the dining room. “Is that… she let you have some special drink?” He asks, bouncing him just the one time to make him giggle and not upset his almost full tummy. 

He nods like a bobblehead, “Yeah!!” Lighting up with the biggest smile. 

“Wow, you really did have a great day!” He cheers, “Can you guys set me a plate? I’m going to get changed and then come back and see you, okay?” 

He hurries back to his feet and reaches out for her hand, pulling her back into the kitchen but she laughs, “One second buddy, I’ll be right there,” she lets him head in without her. 

She steps towards him, away from wandering eyes and he pulls her in quickly, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Thank you.” 

“Anytime,” she smiles. “I love that little boy you made.” 

Aaron steals one last kiss before heading downstairs to “his” room to change. He puts his gun away in his safe, puts his suit back on a hanger and hangs it on the “worn but still clean” side of his closet. He changes into some sweatpants and a long-sleeved blue shirt that he rolls up to his elbows where it’s comfortable. He takes the steps back upstairs 2 at a time just as she and Jack are placing a flower-shaped plastic plate of dinner on his place setting. 

Eating like a toddler is actually really fun, he’s so glad he managed to skip dinner with the team to come do this. They talk about the park and the movie they watched after nap time this afternoon, apparently, Shrek is his new favourite. Jack’s just happy his dad is home tonight for his bath and a book before bed, because he’s exhausted by the end of dinner. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he’s going to be out like a light right at 8 p.m. 

Aarons got him out of the bath and into his pjs, reading to him while he lay in his bunk bed which is only a few feet off the ground. It’s not a big kid bunk bed, it’s a small, toddler one that he can’t really get hurt on and Aaron can comfortably stand beside it to tuck him in. Tonight, however, Jack doesn’t just want his dad to tuck him in.  

Aaron calls her name from the top of the stairs as she’s doing the dishes, “can you come up here for a sec?” 

She quickly drys her hands and hurries up the stairs to find Jack in bed and Aaron smiling. “He has a request.” 

“Okay?”

“He wants to know if we can all cuddle together in your bed tomorrow morning,” Aaron asks for him. 

“Oh,” she looks at him and then at Jack. “Really?” 

He nods from his spot in bed. “Today was fun.” 

“I had fun too,” she reaches over and pats his tummy. “You’re always welcome to crawl into bed with me whenever you’re here.” 

“Dad too?” 

She nods, “Yeah, if we’re having another sleepover like that last time you walked in on us sleeping, then you can join us too.” 

“Tonight?” 

“Are we having a sleepover tonight?” She looks at Aaron with a smirk. 

“I’d like that,” he smiles right back. 

“Okay, then I guess when you wake up in the morning, Dad might still be in my room, okay?” She assures Jack, “Have a good, long sleep before then, though, okay?” 

He nods, “I’m tired.” 

“I bet,” she leans in and presses a kiss to his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“Goodnight, Aunt Y/N,” he smiles right back. 

“Goodnight, buddy,” Aaron leans in and gives him a kiss too. “I love you.” 

“Love you, too, Dad.” 

They leave his room together, turning off the light and closing the door for the night. In the hallway, Aaron pulls her in close, brushes her hair off her face and smiles at her. “Thank you, again for today.” 

“I’d hang out with him every day if I could,” she assures him. “Come on, I’ve gotta finish the dishes but—

“Let me,” he stops her. “You can get ready for bed, have a bath, I’ll get you some wine, just relax. I’ve got it.” 

“Are you sure?” 

He looks at her through his lashes, as if to say ‘Come on?’ Because she should know by now that he is nothing like her husband. He’s not allergic to doing the dishes, he’s not put off by folding laundry, and he’s not the kind of man to desperately need a beer in front of the TV while she worries about everything else. 

“Go relax.” It’s more of an order this time than a suggestion. 

“Okay, then I guess I’ll be in the bathroom,” she gives in with a shrug. 

“Red or White?” he asks with a smile, leaning in to steal one last kiss before he lets her go. She picks a white wine and he taps her ass with his hand as she walks away. 

Downstairs, he waits to hear the water running in her bathroom above the kitchen before pouring her wine. He finishes the dishes and drains the sink almost at the same time he hears the water turn off. He knows she’s in the bath now, hopefully, she had some bubbles or bath salts and maybe even a book or magazine to read. He pours her a glass of her favourite screw-top white wine and adds a little more than normal so she doesn’t run out before the bath water starts to run cold. 

He heads back upstairs, into the room where he notices she’s set out her new pjs and underwear on the bed for when she gets out. He knocks on the ensuite bathroom door before entering, she softly calls out that he can come in and as soon as he enters he’s hit with a wall of steam. 

“Is that the water that’s steaming up the room or you?” He teases, eyeing her up in the tub as she pulls the bubbles towards herself to hide her naked body. “Really?” 

“Yeah, really,” she mocks, reaching out for her wine. 

“You know I think you’re beautiful, right?” He questions, kneeling down beside the tub so he’s on her eye level. “I don’t just say that to get you naked, I actually mean it.”

“Yeah well, you can mean it… Doesn’t mean I have to think it, too,” she says before taking a sip. 

He fully sits on the ground now, resting his arm on the side of the tub and leaning his head against his hand. He gives her a look, one she’s seen many, many times. She knows he wants her to explain herself, he wants to get inside her mind. He wants her to tell him so he doesn’t have to profile her, but she’s sure he already has one going. 

“Being appreciated for a few months doesn’t compare to 30 years of feeling like shit,” she explains. “You should know that.” 

“You really feel this way?” He asks, wanting to know everything. “Did he make you think this? Did he ever tell you that you were nothing without him? Did he isolate you on purpose or did you not try and reach out for friends because—

“Aaron,” she reaches out for him with a soapy hand. “Hey, it’s okay. He wasn’t doing any of that, you don’t have to worry about what he’ll do to Haley. He’s always wanted her, I was just the first woman to pay attention to him and by being the person who took his virginity, he felt like he had to marry me. His parents are religious, even if he isn’t anymore, their opinion on that matters. Our marriage was one of convenience. He’s happy now.” 

“That still doesn’t make me feel better,” he pouts. “He was with you for 16 years, he’s known you for 18… and he never complimented you? He never made you feel beautiful?” 

She shakes her head, “No… but you’re helping now.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he gives her a sweet smile. “I know it shouldn’t come down to another person's opinion of you, your self-worth should come from within… but you’re so special to me. You make me so happy, I think you’re so beautiful. Everything we do together is a gift.”  

She looks like she could cry, but she nods and swallows sharply. “I know… If it wasn’t for you if I was completely alone right now dealing with all this… I would probably just slip under the water and—

“Don’t say that. I’m never leaving you,” he assures her, cutting into her thoughts and stopping them in their tracks. “Not because I feel bad for you or because I’m scared you’ll do that if I’m gone but because I’m having the best time of my life here. I thoroughly enjoy you and your company and your attention and your mind and your body and your time.” 

She takes another sip of her wine and hands it back to him as she sits up, “get in here.” 

“What?” 

“You can’t just say that and not fuck me right after,” she looks at him like it’s a no-brainer. “Come on, there’s room.” 

“Okay,” he doesn’t even think twice. 

He puts her glass down on the sink counter and pushes his sweatpants to the ground before reaching for his shirt and taking it off with his arms crossed all sexily. She just shakes her head, wondering how the fuck she got so lucky. She moves to her knees, letting him have the space he needs to get into the tub and sit down in the hot water before she straddles his hips and sits on his lap. She cups his face with her wet, bubbly hands and smiles, “You know what I think about you?” 

“Tell me?” He all but begs. 

She leans in and kisses him gently on the lips, then his cheek, “I think…” she kisses over to his ear, “you’re so unbelievably sexy.” She kisses his neck as her hands spread down his arms. “You’re kind, and smart and sweet,” she keeps praising him. “You’re a wonderful, incredible, man… my favourite man.” 

He tugs her back by her hair so that he can look into her eyes, “Say that again.” 

“You’re my favourite man,” she repeats, staring between his eyes and his lips. “In the whole world.” 

“I’m your man,” he assures her. Caressing her hair, his hand comes over to cup her cheek, he runs his thumb over her bottom lip while staring at it. 

She runs her hands down his chest, raising her hips she goes for his dick, hardening as they spoke, and she starts to pump him under the water. He melts into her touch, adoring the way she makes him feel so taken, so secure, so taken. He wants to be hers and only hers for the rest of time.

“Say it?” He whispers. 

“You’re my man,” she replies almost instantly. Feeling his cock twitch in her hand, she brings him to her cunt and slowly starts to sit down on it. 

“Oh,” he tosses his head back slightly and then snaps back to look at her right in the eyes. Foreheads touching, he pulls her flush to his body so they’re as close as possible. “I belong to you.” 

She kisses him deeply, breathing him in and it hits him. Really hits him. He’s known for a while that he has very strong feelings for her… He knows he thoroughly enjoys this life that they are building together and how being with her has made everything else in his life easier… but now he knows that he loves her. He’s in love with her.

He grips her hips helping her ride him without sending the water over the edge of the tub. Their kiss heats up as the tension builds, her hands are in his hair and he grips at her skin trying to pull her in closer. Like two atoms being fused together, they want to become one. Inside her, all around her, feelings her, loving her, it’s all so much. 

“Mine,” she all but moans against him as they come up for air. 

“Yours,” he breathes back, leaning in to kiss her cheek and jaw. 

She tosses her head back, letting him kiss along her neck. She has work tomorrow, he knows that, but he still wants to mark her. He wants to suck a deep and delicious bruise into her neck and let anyone who sees her know that she’s being taken care of… at the same time, he’d love for no one to know. Her ringless finger allows for people to hit on her and thus she would have to say the words he’d love to hear. “Sorry, I’m already spoken for.” 

He’s so tempted to tell her that he loves her like this but he knows she doesn’t feel the same way. She’s simply too nice to him. She lets him live in her house (he pays rent even though she doesn’t want his money), she loves his son like her own, she takes care of them both, she has sex with him, she makes him coffee in the morning and lets him talk about his awful cases at night when they’re eating him alive… she’s so kind to him in every aspect of life, but that doesn’t mean she loves him back. 

He’s thought about this for so long, too. If she’s even capable of loving him back… is she still hung up on her ex-husband? Was the trauma so bad she’d never try to love again? Will it just take her some time and will she still want him around by then? Because he’ll wait. He’ll do whatever it takes to hear her say the words one day. 

Till then, he takes whatever he can get in these precious, impossibly close moments where she feels like his. She can know he belongs to her, she can say it a million times, but it won’t mean much until she’s his to keep forever too. 

She pulls him back to her mouth, both of them attempting to kiss but so caught up in the feeling that they’re more so breathing against each other. She moans, and he soaks it in, closing his eyes and tilting his head back slightly. She follows him, kissing the side of his mouth and then resting her forehead against him. “Look at me,” she whispers her demand. 

He does, staring deep into her eyes, she cups his face. “Make me yours, too,” she whispers. “Take me, claim me, keep me forever.” 

He whines and as if she is reading his mind she says everything he wants to hear. Well, almost. An ‘I love you’ would’ve thrown him over the edge way too quick.

“Mine,” he says before stealing another kiss, voice deep with pure need. “Mine,” he repeats as he kisses her neck one of his hands spreads over her lower stomach and his thumb heads straight for her clit. The third time it comes straight from his gut, “mine,” he growls as his free hand spreads over her back, tugging her in even closer. 

She seems to go feral for it, making out with him in a way she never has before as her nails dig into the skin of his upper back. They’re making a bit of a mess with the water splashing but they couldn’t care less, so wrapped up in this little world where they belong to each other.

— 5 months separated— 

He doesn’t text or call much when he’s on a case. Wrapped up and busy in saving the day, she can’t really blame him. 

But suddenly she understands Haley’s feelings a little more. Falling for Aaron Hotchner meant missing him deeply. It meant craving him all the time and having to deal with the fact he loves to save the world… or at least the people in his small corner of it. He’ll never change. She doesn’t want him to. She doesn’t expect anything more from him, but that doesn’t stop her from missing him. 

However, when he does text it’s often to say he’s on his way home. Either to ask her to put on some coffee or take off her clothes and wait for him… tonight it’s the former. 

Aaron: just landed. This case was awful. We have a mandatory 24 hours off so the team is getting drinks and they won’t let me slip away without telling them what I’m really wanting to go home for. You. So I’m going to taxi home, I’ll go get my car sometime tomorrow so I can pick Jack up for my weekend time. I miss you, but don’t feel the need to wait up for me. I’ll see you soon. 

She doesn’t want him to have to do that. So she gets dressed up, she calls a cab for herself and she goes into the bar with the intention of meeting his friends and driving him home in his big SUV. She doesn’t even think about if he wants her there, how weird it’ll be to meet his friends or what she would even say to him. 

Before she could overthink it, she was there. 

He’s easy to spot. In the back corner, he and all his friends have drinks in their hands as they stand around a tall, circular table. She walks right up, places her hand on his arm and smiles. “Funny seeing you here,” she teases.

“Hey,” he puts his drink down and opens his arms, inviting her in for a hug. “What are you doing here?”

“I got your text, thought I’d drive you home instead?” She says against his shoulder just loud enough for him to hear, holding him back for a moment longer than she should’ve. But it felt nice… and she missed him.  

When she does pull away, all his friends are even more confused. Aaron notices it this time as well. “Uh, everyone this is Y/N, Y/N these are my coworkers. Derek, Spencer, Emily, Penelope and Jennifer. Dave was here but someone hit on him and then he was gone.” 

She laughs, from what she’s heard that is very Dave of him to do. “Hi, nice to meet you,” she gives the rest of them a wave and a smile and they all say their pleasantries back to her over the loud music. 

“So how do you know each other?” Emily asks. 

“Oh, uh,” she doesn’t know if she can say it, she just looks up at Aaron who looks just as stumped. So she drops the bomb on them. “Well, um… my husband— well, my soon-to-be ex-husband is Haley’s new boyfriend.” 

At the same time, all their eyes widen and jaws drop, “oh, oh damn?” Penelope is the first to speak. “You’re the one who sent the email?” 

She nods, “yeah… it’s been a weird few months.” 

“I uh, I’m going to get another drink,” Aaron announces. “Want to come—

“Yes,” she agrees right away, following him over to the bar and away from his friends. “Sorry, I didn’t know if you told them everything.” 

“Derek is the only one who knows everything, everything,” he assures her. “They know of the email and the divorce and the new boyfriend. They don’t know that I live with you now or that we’re… what we are.” 

She nods, “Yeah, I mean, that’s a little hard to explain when we haven’t even really talked about what we are.” 

“I know,” he looks at her lips and then into her eyes and then to her lips again. She doesn’t know how many drinks he’s had, but definitely a few. “God, you’re beautiful, you know that?” 

She smirks, shaking her head, “Okay, Hotchner, whatever you say.” 

“No, no I mean it. You’re so beautiful, did you get dressed up for this or is this how you’ve looked all day?” 

“I went to work like this,” she assures him. “Are you okay?” 

He nods, smile widening, “Perfect now that you’re here.” 

“Do you really need another drink?” She teases him, thinking he’s drunk. 

“No,” he steps in closer to her and wraps his arm around her waist to bring her in even closer. “I rather have a glass of you.” 

“So let me take you ho—

“Have you ever done it in a bar bathroom?” 

She just laughs, “No, what? Are you insane?” 

He laughs too, “I’ve missed you so much, I don’t want to have to go home just to show you…”

“You’re crazy,” she laughs, shaking her head with disbelief. 

“That’s not a no…” 

“You’re right,” she can’t believe him right now but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t crave him while he was gone all week. He’s so close to her, his thumb rubbing circles over her skin as he stares into her soul, not even caring if anyone sees them. “Your friends are going to know.” 

“And?” He shrugs, not caring in the slightest. “I’m their boss, they can’t bully me, I’ll just give them more paperwork.” 

She laughs again, leaning into his side she wraps her arm around him, “Lead the way.” 

This particular bar's bathrooms are small. Single-use, no specific gender required, there are 4 of them down the hallway and 2 of them are occupied already. They take the one at the very end of the hall, Aaron is quick to lock the door before she’s got him pressed up against it, kissing him right away. She missed his mouth, she missed his touch and his smell and just him. She missed him so goddamn much and she was going to show him. 

His hands search her back, down over her ass and then he gives her a good squeeze and groans. Kissing the side of her mouth, down her neck, he keeps groping her, “Love when you wear these jeans.” 

She smirks, “I know, I know, they hug my ass perfectly.” 

“Mm, boy do I wish I was a pair of jeans,” he teases before diving in for another, heated kiss.  

He starts to back her up, moving her towards the sink, he goes to help her up when she protests. “Ah, ah, nope,” she pushes him back for a moment. “I do not trust this sink.” 

“Oh come on,” he can’t believe it. “It’s sturdy it’s been here for years—

“Exactly, it’s old. That’s why I’m not sitting on it while you fuck me,” she fights back. “Both our weight is no match for this piece of plywood and some caulk.” 

“But I like your weight on my caulk,” Aaron teases. 

She swats him, shocked he’d ever say that even when slightly drunk, “You did not just—

“I did,” he cuts her off, moving in to steal another kiss. He kisses as if he’s breathing in her soul and then presses one more kiss to her lips. He kisses her cheek and her forehead, “just had to get a few more in before—“

He grips her by the shoulders and spins her around, moves her hair off her neck and starts to kiss her there. He takes a second to run his hands over her boobs and down her chest, he stops at the start of her jeans and unbuttons them. With her head lulled to the side, she softens and rests back against his shoulder. 

“Aaron,” she moans, keeping her voice down as much as possible while still cheering him on the way he said he liked. 

He gets her pants down, feeling up her thighs and around to her lower butt cheeks, truly loving how soft she is. He says it every time, he practically worships her every chance he gets. He starts to push her underwear down too, both them and her pants rest mid-way down her thighs. He bends her forward more, taking a second to massage her ass, watching in awe as her pussy lips open from the movement. She’s wet and glistening and he wants her so bad. “Fuck, you’re so sexy, baby.” 

He quickly unbuckles his belt, pops the button and throws the fly open, she pushes back against him to feel his bulge against her ass with a groan. “Hurry up.” 

He pulls himself out of his boxers and taps his hard cock against her ass, “what was that?” 

“Please, Aaron,” she begs. 

He slips inside her and his hands grip her hips, trailing forward to her stomach, one hand goes to her clit while the other stays on her stomach for balance. He kisses the side of her neck again, “honey, I’m home,” he teases, making all the hair on her body stand up. 

He considers her as home. 

She places her hand over his on her stomach and interlocks their fingers just as he starts to thrust. They’re small, light, beginner thrusts but still something. He goes to move his hand away but he brings her with him, he pushes her forward so she’s bent over the sink with one hand behind her back so he can still hold her hand. With her free hand, she rests it against the wall and catches a glimpse of him in the mirror. 

The way he looks at her like this, so full of lust and want and need, it’s enough to make her cum right then and there. But he starts to get faster, his middle finger bumps against her clit and she moans again, “fuck, Aaron.”

“Missed this. Wanted so badly to roll over in the night and fuck you, wanted to wake up with you naked beside me, missed hearing your noises and kissing you everywhere… god,” he groans. He keeps his voice low as possible but he can’t stop himself. “Missed how you taste, missed your touch, missed your voice and your laugh… you’re my girl, want everyone here to know it.”

That does it for her, she’s right there on the edge and she knows he will be too. He’s said it before, the way she pulls him in deeper when she cums is his undoing every single fucking time they’ve done this. She loves it, she wants to feel him lose control and empty himself inside her but she knows how awkward that’ll feel when they leave this tiny bathroom. 

“I can’t,” she whines, it feels too good for her sentence to come out all in one go. “Oh god, I can’t… I can’t go hang out with your friends with-with your cum dripping out of me.”

He drops her hand to grip her hair and he pulls her head back and to the side, where she feels his hot breath on her ear. “Who said we were going to go back to my friends?” 

“They’re not gonna let you leave without saying goodbye,” she reminds him. Reaching behind him to grip his side, she’s so used to holding him so tight when they fuck that she misses it. She needs a handful of him at all times. 

“So you don’t want me to claim you again?” He asks, making sure this is what she wants. “You want me to skip your favourite part?”

She whines, “no, no, I guess not.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirks and takes a nibble at her ear. “I know you love it. You love feeling taken, and being claimed. You like being mine.” 

“I love— it. I love it!” she moans out, almost saying she loved him but she caught herself in time. 

They’re both right there, she knows she’s so close and she can tell he is too with the way his thrusts change. They’re powerful, snappy, deep and delicious. She grips him tighter, tosses her head back with one final, drawn-out moan and cums on his cock just as he says it. 

“Oh, I love you,” he growls in her ear. 

It’s barely there, he’s so caught up in his orgasm that he doesn’t even really notice that it slipped out. If he doesn’t acknowledge it, she’s not going to either. It was probably a mistake. He didn’t mean to say it, not like how she almost did. He’s drunk, he’s tired, he’s been through a lot this week… surely he didn't mean it. 

He kisses her neck again, breathing heavily against her as he comes down, “holy fuck.” He wraps his arms around her, holding her in a tight hug, he rests his chin against her shoulder with a sigh. 

Breathing like she also ran a marathon, full of both euphoria and anxiety, her stomach is a mess of butterflies and feelings. “Yeah…”

He pulls some paper towels from the dispenser and he’s quick to catch any fallout as he pulls out. Sober enough to not want to ruin her jeans but she still thinks he’s too drunk to actually mean that he loves her. 

Those words are going to haunt her until he says them again. Sober. Looking into her eyes. Really meant it with his whole heart. 

“There you go,” he coos, kissing her neck one last time. He pulls away to toss out the tissue and put himself back into his pants. 

She simply takes a moment to pee, he washes his hands but she catches him watching her through the mirror. Sometimes he gets insatiable like this, he looks at her like a meal and he’s been on death row for ages. He looks at her like he’s the hunter and she’s prey and it always makes her stomach flip. It’s so raw, so real, so intense, she never knew someone could be so attracted to her… but she still doesn’t want to believe he really said he loves her. 

Before they leave the bathroom he pulls her in close, chest to chest again, and he cups her face. “You okay?” 

She nods, “Yeah, I’m just not used to fucking you and not being able to fall right back into my bed.” 

He laughs, “I love how tired and cute you get after.” 

“And now I have to meet your friends,” she shakes her head, nervous as hell. It feels a little unbelievable to her that she is meeting them finally and this is the state she’s in while she does so. 

“They’ll love you.” 

Like you do?

“Come on,” he places his hand on her arm and leads her to the door. They leave together without a care in the world who sees and makes their way back to the table his friends were once at. 

They’re all over the room now, Spencer is talking to some man. Derek is leaning against a wall with a pretty woman standing in his personal space. Emily is leaning over another woman teaching her how to play pool and Penelope is at the bar, grabbing another drink with JJ. So that’s who they walk back up to, she watches carefully as the two women smile knowingly but invite them back into conversation. 

“Where’d you two go?” JJ asks with a teasing tone. 

“Nowhere,” Aaron shrugs, trying desperately to hold back a smile but he can’t. “We’re going to go home though, let the others know for me?” 

“Home?” 

She nods, “We live together.” 

“Like wife swap,” Penelope says and then covers her mouth as if it wasn’t supposed to come out. 

She just laughs. “Yeah, like wife swap.” 

“What’s wife swap?” Aaron asks. 

“It’s a TV show, where couples sign up to switch lives for upwards of a week so that they can see how easy they really have it. The husbands and the kids stay in their house but they exchange wives,” JJ explains. 

“So I guess technically we played husband swap and we wouldn’t have been picked for the show because we already knew each other,” Y/N teases. 

“You knew each other?” Penelope can’t believe it. Now she knows for sure Aaron doesn’t talk about this stuff at work. 

They both nod, “we worked together,” she explains. “I’m a court stenographer and I transcribed at least 50 of Aaron’s cases before he left… Haley was my best friend.” 

“Holy fuck,” JJ lets slip. Usually, she doesn’t curse, she can tell from the way Aaron’s brows go up. “Sorry, that’s just so insane to me?” 

“Tell me about it,” she scoffs. “It’s been a crazy few months but we’re doing okay.”

She looks up at Aaron who looks right back down at her. His hand still on her back, he tugs her into his side. “Better than okay.” 

“Well, uh,” JJ doesn’t even know what to say after that. There’s clearly something there that she doesn’t even know if they know is there, so she takes a deep breath and decides to let them go. “We’ll all have to get together again sometime?” 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she gives them both a smile. “It was lovely to meet you.” 

“Can I have my keys?” Aaron asks Penelope who immediately starts to dig through her big purse. She’s the only one who carries a purse, so of course, all their things go in it when they’re out. 

“Here you go,” she hands him the red carabiner that holds all his keys. His car key, Haleys house key, a key to Y/N’s house, his office key, his mailbox and the storage unit that holds all the shit he didn’t want to bring to her place.

“Thanks,” he takes them with his free hand, still holding her hip with the other. “Call me if there’s anything urgent or I’ll see you on Monday.” 

They wave them off and head outside together. He hands her the keys to his SUV which is parked in the back lot. It’s dimly lit and even though it’s not the worst part of town, he still holds onto her like his life depends on it. When they reach the car, he opens the driver's side door for her and helps her in, he steals one last kiss and then hands her the keys. “Let's go home.” 

— 6 months separated —

6 months on the dot after she walked in on Haley and James in her bed, she served him with divorce papers. 

He signs the consent answer, and they meet once to go over their settlement agreement, and she brings the papers to the county clerk for date-stamped copies. She pays her $80 filing fee and now all she has to do is wait for the judge to give them a hearing date… and then she’s going to be free. 

James and his parents meet her at a real estate attorney’s office not long after. They discuss the deed of the house which her name isn’t on, even though she’s lived there for 13 years and agree to sign it over. With the verbal agreement from James that she could have the house, he and his parents weren’t able to ask for any money in exchange. They sign the new deed with the notary present and she once again files the deed on public record. 

Before he leaves, James pulls her aside for a moment. “Uh, I don’t have to come to the hearing, right? It’s just you?” 

She nods, “just me. The judge has everything they need and they should sign off on it that same day. It’ll take a month to go through officially, but then we’ll be free.” 

“Okay, cool,” he gives her a smile. “Thanks for making this so easy for us.” 

“As in me and you or you and her?” She asks, feeling a little twinge of pettiness. 

“All of us,” he corrects himself. He stares at her carefully, thankful as ever and it's evident on his face. “I’m sorry I couldn’t love you properly. I’m sorry for what we did… but I feel like everything happens for a reason. I had to be with you to meet her.” 

She nods, understanding that more than he’ll ever know. Because she feels the same way about Aaron. “Are you going to marry her?” 

He nods, “Yeah. It’ll be a fall wedding.” 

“You’ve already asked?” She can’t believe it. 

“We want to be married before the baby comes.” 

Her eyes widen but she says nothing. She knew this was coming but it still hurts. “She’s pregnant again?” 

“We did IVF, it’s really new but we’re hopeful this time with all the meds she’s on,” he shares as if they’re friends. As if this doesn’t hurt her feelings even more than before. 

“Oh… congratulations.” 

“Thank you,” he touches her arm with a smile. “I hope you find some happiness too.” 

“I have a boyfriend.” 

It just falls out of her. She doesn’t even know why she said it but the thing between her and Aaron felt so real, so intense… so important that she calls him her boyfriend. 

“Oh?” He’s a little shocked. “But you’re living with Aaron? Does he like the guy?” 

She nods, “Yeah, they get along well.” 

“And he doesn’t mind him around Jack?” 

She presses her lips together, shaking her head, “Nope… but I mean, he doesn’t come over on weekends unless Jack is asleep.” 

“Okay, good,” he says, relieved. Treating Jack as if he’s his own son and he has a say in the people he’s around. “Well… thanks again. Maybe we could all get together sometime?” 

“Maybe,” she lies. Knowing she’s not going to want to sit with them or see them happy or know them outside of what little she sees during Jack's pickup and drop-off. 

And then he’s gone and the house is officially hers. 

She gets the insurance switched over to herself, and she has the privilege of paying the land taxes every year now… which sucks. And she’ll get herself a home security system, but not before she changes the locks. 

She bought a whole new door handle with a deadbolt lock and it sits in the front hallway for a week before she asks for help installing it. Aaron has a vague idea of how to change it out but he’s not 100% positive, so he calls Derek. Unbeknownst to her, Derek is a house flipper. He loves to demolish shit and bring homes back to their original beauty when he’s not kicking down doors at the FBI. 

It’s a Saturday in April, so Aaron’s out back with Jack building a swing set when Derek shows up. This is only her 3rd or 4th time meeting him, she saw him at that bar a few months back and she’s had lunch with Aaron outside Quantico, but she’s never really talked to his friends. 

“So,” Derek says between taking screws out of the old door knob. “How are things going with your divorce?” 

“Good, I should have my hearing date soon and then It’ll be official,” she shares with a smile. “And I got the house, which you know because Aaron asked you to come help with this for me.” 

“I’m sure he would’ve been able to do it?” 

“Yeah but I wanted to be able to watch you do it in case I have to do it alone one day and someone had to be with Jack,” she explains. 

“Do you not think you’ll be together long?” He asks, clearly thinking they’re dating. 

“Oh, we’re not together,” she assures him. “As much as I’d love to date him, we’re not dating… at least, he’s never said the words and I don’t know if I could even ask I’m so scared he’ll say no and I really don’t know why I’m telling you this, sorry.” 

“Hey, it’s okay,” he reaches out and taps her arm, assuringly. “It’s part of my job, people feel like they can tell me things.” 

With the door open so he can work on the locks, she can see right out to the street where there’s a black pickup truck pulling up. James gets out and she sighs, “Good, god, what does he want now?” 

Derek lets her pass and she makes her way to the yard, “James?” 

“Hey, sorry to just show up,” he apologizes. “I wanted to give you back the keys we had… is that him?” 

“What?” She looks back at Derek. “Oh, no, that’s Aaron's co-worker. He’s a house flipper, he’s helping me change the locks.” 

Then, from the backyard, she hears running. “Uncle Jamie!!” Jack's little voice is heard and James drops down to his knees to pick him up. 

“Hey, little man!” 

Aarons right behind him, “We thought we heard a truck pull up…” 

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just bringing back my keys. Thought I’d get a glimpse of her new boyfriend,” he teases. 

“Not the boyfriend!” Derek calls from the doorway. 

“Yeah, no she’s not dating anyone?” Aaron says, mildly jealous. 

“But you said—

“I did,” she presses her lips together with a burst of air from her nose. “It’s complicated.” 

“We just don’t want James around a strange man,” James says, which really pisses Aaron off. 

“Well he’s my son so I can make those decisions,” he reminds James, reaching out for Jack who reaches back out for him. “It’s none of your business who she dates or sleeps with or anything. And with my job, I know who’s a good man from one look at him.” 

James scoffs, “Okay, man, I didn’t come here to fight.” He takes the keys from his pocket and hands them to her. 

“No, you just come over to rub stuff in her face and make her feel like crap,” he gets defensive and puts Jack down on the ground again. “Jack, go see Uncle Derek.” 

“Okay,” he says, running off towards the front door. 

“I don’t want to see you here unless it’s pick up or drop off day, got it? Haley can call and bring him over if she needs help with something, but I don’t want you here if you’re going to start shit and upset her every time you see her. I hate the way you make her feel,” Aaron says, stepping into James’ space and asserting his dominance. 

“You can’t control her,” he fights back. “You’re acting like you own. the place, but you don't! You’re just too cheap to get your own fucking house.” 

“This is my house!” Aaron shouts. 

“You’re insane, acting like her husband or some shit,” James just starts to laugh. 

“I will be one day,” he spits. “I love her, I have loved her for months now. She is the love of my life, the best thing that’s ever happened to me aside from Jack and I will do anything to make sure she never feels even a smidgen close to how you made her feel for almost 2 fucking decades. You piece of shit.” 

James doesn’t even know what to say, he just looks over at her, “What?” 

“We’re… we’ve been… we’re together,” she simplifies it. 

“How long has this been happening?” 

“You don’t get to fucking ask that after fucking my wife for a year!” Aaron fully snaps. “You’re the problem here!” 

“It’s been 10 years,” he pushes right back. “Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? I’ve been fucking Haley for as long as I’ve known her because you were never home. You were a terrible—

“Don’t even fucking dare!” Aaron yells. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you not realize that by filling in for me you left your wife alone? You were also a terrible fucking husband who ruined her self-esteem and didn’t deserve her.” 

“Well at least we’ve got what we deserve now,” James says with a shake of his head before retreating back to his truck. 

They don’t look at each other, they just watch him leave and stand there in silence. She doesn’t know what to do or say or how to act… Aaron turns to her first. “I’m sorry.” 

“Did you mean it?” She asks, trying her best not to cry. “Cause if you just said that to piss him off I’m never going to talk to you again.” 

“Oh, no,” He’s quick to place his hands on her arms, soothing her as he looks right into her eyes, “no, I wasn’t lying. I love you. I love you so much it makes me feel insane.” 

She lunges for him, hands on his cheeks as she kisses him hard. He wraps his arms around her back and holds her tight. She peppers kisses to his lips and they both breathe out into little smiles. 

“Oh, Aaron, I love you, too,” she finally speaks. “I can’t believe this?” 

“Believe it,” he whispers. “I love you. I have loved you the whole time.” 

“Like really?” She asks, letting the insecurity slip out. “This isn’t just because we’ve been through the same thing and we’ve only spent time with each other? Like this is real?” 

“It’s real… but if you want, given what we’ve gone through— and I’m not saying this to be mean, but we could get couples therapy? We could talk out all these fears and issues and you can see someone to work on your self-esteem?” 

She’s a bit shocked but that’s probably the most mature thing they could do. “Yeah, we can try that?” 

“Cause I love you, I want this to work, I want to be with you as long as humanly possible,” he explains.

“I love you just as much,” she says, leaning in for another kiss. 

“I’m going to love you forever.” 

And oddly enough, she believes him. 

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some HDG story recs out that aren't the most super popular stories you'll easily find by asking anyone or easily find via metric ranking. all are on the shorter end, and readable in a day if not a single sitting! a great list for some hidden gems.

Reading the Leaves by Kanagen: a tea shop romance story about a mostly mute protaganist trying to make the perfect cup for an affini she is down bad for.

Behind the Veil by shitpostleft: IMO, the hottest oneshot in the entire setting. It follows rebecca trying to talk to her affini boyfriend about why he put a notice of intent to domesticate on her.

A Beast At Bay by Raeisteria: Affini beat each other up! this one starts as a shonen battle arc and then changes. you should read it, and do so blinndly, you will not regret it (but you will probably cry)

Strawberry and Willow by immaterial_vivi: the typical HDG rebel capture scenario is turned on its head, in the sense that the story is mostly from the affini's perspective.

Core Carving by Stimulacrum: a second person affini POV story about coming home and letting your floret be the one to take care of you for a bit.

A Part of Who I am my MoonFloret: its hdg romance, but transmasc yaoi instead of transfem yuri! it rules!

Last Man Standing by Tsunmene: the single funniest HDG story I have ever read, about a seed desperate to get forcefemmed who keeps barely missing getting captured by the affini no matter how hard they try.

Force Majeure by ashinbloom: the most devastating gut punch of a story ever put to the page in HDG, about a very autistic girl and the woman who wishes she could take care of her like she wishes. this one hurts real good.

Florets of a Feather by Promilie: a biology student who was forcibly drafted into the navy gets domesticated and must learn to live with her connivent, a feathered catlike xeno called a khetari. has illustrations in many chapters! (Promilie is one of the settings absolute best visual artists.)

A Date with Miss Laburnia by PyxxieStyxx: a bratty terran goes on a date with an affini in chastity and things escalate.

Mistress's Imperative by mirrorgare: submissive affini/dommy floret vignette series

Growing Periwinkle by belenen: a depressed terran volunteers for domestication and becomes part of a very kinky social circle.

Pencil by sheepwave(me): a comedy-hypnoerotica adaptation of the "mistress can you turn me into a pencil" meme into a full oneshot its my list i can include one of mine

Thought I'd See You Again by fluxom: an escaped floret has been on the run for a year, but now an affini just won't leave her alone...

Puppy Paws by Moonchild: actual petplay! in hdg! i know, its crazy. also this story is insanely hot.

The Place Where We Can Stop Running by Dame Harmony: ok I lied about them all being short. this one is long, but its so good. you need to read it, you need to read it blind, knowing nothing, and you will not regret it. it's one of the best stories in the entire setting.

[minkiverse]

CHOI SAN FIC RECS

Poly!Ateez Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Kim Hongjoong - Park Seonghwa - Jeong Yunho - Kang Yeosang - Song Mingi - Jung Wooyoung - Choi Jongho

Here it is the behemoth 😭😭 i knew this one was going to take some time but it had multiple delays due to irl stuf but IT IS HERE NOW!!!! except i could not fit it all in one post so a part 2 will come out eventually (after poly!ateez pt 2 most likely) n e ways Shout out this man who harassed my tiktok feed until i became double biased i lov him sosososososooooo much🥹🥹

DISCLAIMER none of these works are mine and majority are MATURE 18+, please read all warnings before reading!!!

Key:

✨ - My Favs

🔥 - Smut (MINORS DNI)

⛈️ - Angst

💗 - Fluff

🍑 - Humor

SERIES

ceilings pt 2 pt 3 - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✨🔥⛈️💗 Single Mom AU ✧ PE Teacher!San

i dont want to spoil anything but there is a good chance you can figure out this trope, which i know is not for everyone BUT I EAT THAT SHIT UP EVERYTIME!!!! this is just the cutest fluffiest lil series i ever read like I LOVE THEM!!!!

The Art of Climbing the Corporate Ladder pt 2 - @ennysbookstore ✨🔥⛈️💗 Office AU

i am still so mad at how long it took me to get around to reading this because man. I LOVE THIS FIC!!!!! i literally was telling my irls about it because the plot twist at the end of pt1 got me so fucking good 😭😭 i am truly in love with this san like i have no other words than please read this two shot it is incredible (also read every other work by this author pls)

ONE SHOTS/DRABBLES

what lies beneath us - @hongism 🔥⛈️💗 College AU

destiny - @tainsan ⛈️💗Time Travel AU ✧ Idol AU

Drowsy - @sxcret-garden 🔥

Am I your favorite? - @deja-yu 💗

Unholy Night - @kitten4sannie 🔥 Priest AU

Untitled - @yourfatherlucifer 🔥

Eggnog Confession - @stayteezdreams 💗

Mr. Jealousy - @sanhwaism 💗🍑

Convince Me - @littleocean-rose 🔥

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Sunrise - @sorryimananti-romantic 🔥💗⛈️ Soldier AU

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

incubus: coming of age - @byuntrash101 🔥Incubus!San

in the quiet spaces - @honeyhotteoks 🔥💗

Stay Focused - @beginningofwonderland ✨🔥 Office AU ✧ Tutor AU

god the tension between these two 😩😩😩 their banter is so flirty like even when san is helping the mc out with uni stuff its just sooooooooooooo 🤌🤌🤌🤌 it gives off a bit of romcom vibes WHICH I LOVE!~

Dry Humping with San - @littleocean-rose 🔥

chocolate - @mingigoo 🔥 Brother's Best Friend AU

obsession - @cheollipop 🔥 Mafia AU

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

[7:30 am] - @destiny-fics 🔥

Untitled - @k-hotchoisan 🔥

Tired - @thr34t2sanity 🔥

Untitled - @sxcret-garden 🔥

pool side - @beatteez 🔥

Depths of the Ocean - @joong-of-gold 💗 Office AU ✧ Single Dad!San

Untitled - @jeon-ify 🔥

superstar - @bro-atz 🔥

A Little Secret - @choism 🔥

Untitled - @cheollipop 🔥

Untitled - @orgverse 🔥

choi san boyfriend texts - @koizekomi 🍑

Wander though my body - @armpirate 🔥

misunderstandings w/ san - @beenbaanbuun ⛈️💗

Interlude | Opening Sequence - @luvt0kki 🔥⛈️ Sci-Fi AU

Untitled - @eightmakesonebraincell 💗 Friends to Lovers AU

prelude in e minor - @bro-atz 🔥⛈️ Professor AU ✧ Infidelity

motive - @yunhoszn 🔥 Gym Partner AU

u got it bad - @yoongiseesawmp3 ✨🔥💗 Baseball AU

I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH!!!!! how this author writes banter is just so real and funny and you just can't help but be charmed by san and mc!!! as a former sports anime fan, i love a sports au ok it will hit EVERYTIME!! and this is one the bests truly!

Love Death + Robots - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️ Cyberpunk AU ✧ Stripper!San

kiss me more - @miirohs 💗

Tall Trees - @sluttywoozi 🔥.⛈️💗 Personal Trainer AU

take a picture - @jeon-ify 🔥

y'know what they say about guitarists - @lomlhwa 🔥 Band AU

stretch marks w/ san - @beenbaanbuun 💗

[8:50pm] - @moamidzyism 🔥Neighbors AU

imagine being in a secret relationship - @byeolbeloved 🔥💗Badyboy!San

cockwarming w/ san - @beenbaanbuun 🔥💗

Boyfriend San - @cheeseceli 💗

roadtrip - @lomlhwa 🔥

leave the window open - @sungbeam 💗 Neighbor AU

crimson - @hwaslayer ✨🔥⛈️ Nightclub AU ✧ Stripper!MC

how these two just fall in love is so beautifully written 😭😭 its such an interesting dynamic but san so forthcoming with his feelings i could melt 🫠🫠 AND THE SMUT IS FUCKING INSANE 😩😩

backstage backshots with san - @kitten4sannie 🔥

the scentist - @k-hotchoisan 🔥Neighbor AU ✧ Scentist!San

steamed milk - @yunhoszn 🔥💗 Barista AU

Last Christmas - @kitten4sannie 🔥⛈️💗 Exes to Lovers AU

It's You - @minisugakoobies 💗 Roommate AU ✧ Best Friend's Brother AU

Stern, but sweet - @bvidzsoo 💗 Teacher AU

Trip Shenanigans - @hee0soo 💗 Dad!San

pretty kitty - @k-hotchoisan 🔥 Hybrid AU

periods w/ choi san - @beenbaanbuun 💗

untitled - @brainddeadd 🔥

Day 8 - @multifandomfantasies ✨🔥

as a large sub!ateez enthusiast this should not be shocking 🫠🫠 i just love a needy desperate san so much and this fic 😩😩 boy does it deliver

gold rush - @kitten4sannie 🔥 Cowboy AU

to taint you soul - @seonghwaddict ✨🔥⛈️ Incubus!San

when i went into reading this i just thought it would be pure demon smut, but like i fell in love with the mc and san so easily 😭😭 like the plot is devastating and how san like just takes care of the mc is soooo 🥺🥺🥺🥺 THE SMUT IS ALSOSDFJSFJOGSJRSGJGJ yeah its good highly recommend 👍👍

untitled - @teeskzagain 🔥

tied up - @beenbaanbuun 🔥

celebrate for you - @cheollipop 🔥💗

untitled - @sluttywonwoo 🔥

too sweet - @yoongiseesawmp3 💗 Model AU

Give in to Me - @hwallazia 🔥

Filthy Lips, Loving Touch - @ja3hwa 🔥💗

Ateez San as your BF - @kisshwa 🍑

boyfriend texts - @beenbaanbuun 🍑

realistic sex with san - @byuntrash101 🔥💗

Underwater - @bvidzsoo 🔥⛈️💗 Greek Mythology AU ✧ Ares!San

kitten fever - @kitten4sannie 🔥 Hybrid AU

head to head - @bro-atz 🔥

middle of the night - @kitten4sannie 🔥

untitled - @choism 🔥

rollin' - @bro-atz 🔥

handy - @hausofwoo 🔥💗

san x chubby!reader - @sluttywoozi 💗

Treat You Better - @starskq 🔥⛈️💗 Friends to Lovers AU

untitled - @thetypingpup 🔥 Stripper!San

knots - @bro-atz ✨🔥💗 Masseuse AU

i didnt think i had a thing for this au but i love it everytime! when mc just gets a really good fucking massage and then a real good fucking too aaadfsgsgfgdf but this is honestly so intimate and warm feeling and just san man 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[choccy-milky]

HELLO CUTEST ARTSYLE EVER,

idk if you've alrdy done this but have u ever drawn them as GENDER SWAP?? like IKNOW CLICHE BUT LIKE ION KNO, like them interacting as girl and GUY AHAHHAH ok yeah ALSO EXTRA QUESTION HOW DO I READ UR ARTWORK STUFF!!

I HAVENT!!! LETS FIX THAT

just dont ask me why its randomly modern AU and dont ask me why sebs genderbent modern AU concept changed from jock to punk/eddie munson ripoff LMAO (also in regards to the second part of your ask, if by 'read my artwork' you mean all my comics and stuff, all my art can be found in my tag choccyart! but if you're wondering if i have an actual comic, no, all that art is just scenes from my fanfic!🙇‍♀️)

BAHAHA ANON I LOVED YOUR TORMENTOUS JOURNEY THROUGH MY FIC LOL idk if you ended up reading on ff.net or just skimmed through the smut on ao3/wattpad, but either way IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT SO MUCH!!!! I WISH YOU COMMENTED SO I COULD HAVE PROPERLY REPLIED!! but i feel you on finishing a longfic you were enjoying and then just IMMEDIATELY re-reading it bc u feel empty inside LMFAOO i always do that....😭 but srsly thank you for reading and giving it a chance despite the smut!!! and im honoured youd even put it in your top 3?? BAHHH TYSMMM!!🫶🫶💖💖

HAHA IM GLAD YOU LIKED IT, TY!!💖💖 unfortunately i dont have any HL fic recs since i still havent read any gahh😭 but im publishing this ask on the off chance someone who has read HL fics with a similar vibe to mine might see this and recommend something in the replies?? BAHHA. BUT GOOD LUCK ANON I HOPE U FIND/FOUND SOMETHING 🙏🙏

@allurearia LMAOOO i love this bc lowkey same BAHHAA growing up id always use anime/fictional characters i loved as inspo, and now im doing the same with clora😭 like the other night i was eating a bag of chips for dinner (like the degenerate that i am,) and just thought to myself "...clora wouldnt do this..." yet i still did it anyway😔but its the thought that counts!!😇👌

@amethystandemma AWW im happy to hear it and that i could give u that push🥹🥹glad to have u here in the fandom, and thank YOU!!!💖💖

[accioscarheadthings]

ok I’m going to need a part 2 of that Kenma X kuroo X reader 😍😍😍 so good

↳ 𝗟𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗜𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘆 𝗽𝘁. 𝟮 - 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗺𝗮 𝗞𝗼𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘅 𝗞𝘂𝗿𝗼𝗼 𝗧𝗲𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗼

summary: where kenma and kuroo give you your first orgasm(s).

pairings: college!kenma kozume x athelete! fem! reader x college!kuroo tetsuro (aged up to 21)

warning: smut, minors dni, fingering, oral (f. rec), threesome, future poly relationship, marking, biting, fingering, multiple orgasms, spitting kink, mirror sex, slight choking, handjob, cunnilingus/cumeating, sub/dom dynamics, breast play.

author's note: this is the much-awaited part two that you guys wanted sm. make sure to read part one before you proceed. (not proofread!!)

main masterlist ! pt.1 here!

coming to a decision, the three of you stepped inside kuroo and kenma’s shared apartment, and a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursed through your veins. they led you towards the bedroom, the air crackling with a sense of intimacy.

your eyes fell on a mirror across the room, its angle positioned perfectly to give you a clear view of the bed.

curiosity piqued, and you couldn't help but question it. when you did, kuroo only gave you a wink, saying, "you'll see soon enough,"

once the three of you were together, kenma stepped closer to you. he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and kissed you deeply. 

this time, you took charge and slotted your lips over his, cradling the side of his face, causing him to moan into your mouth.

kuroo stood behind you, his hands coming up to brush your hair to one side, revealing the sensitive nape of your neck. you felt the warmth of his breath as he leaned in closer, and the feather-light touch of his lips as he planted a series of kisses along the back of your neck.

the sensation caused you to gasp pleasantly, your body involuntarily arching back against his.

you pulled back to catch your breath, “that kiss today,” you spoke, “and this now. Um, what does that make us?” you were cautious of every word you let slip.

kuroo and kenma exchanged a quick glance. the atmosphere in the room suddenly felt more awkward, and there was a sense of uncertainty in the air.

kuroo, ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from lustful to thoughtful. "that's a fair question,"

kenma nodded in agreement, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "yeah, we should clear the air,"

they both fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next, before kuroo spoke up again, "but first, can we...can we do something?"

you looked at them curiously, wondering what they wanted to do, "sure, what is it?"

kuroo and kenma exchanged another glance, communicating silently in a way that you couldn't quite decipher. after a moment, kuroo stepped forward, his eyes fixed on yours, "can we... can we sit down for a minute? we want to talk to you about something important,"

you nodded hesitantly, your nerves beginning to act up,"of course," you said, gesturing towards the bed. "we can sit down,"

kuroo and kenma made their way to the bed and sat down, leaving a small space for you between them. they both had serious expressions on their faces, hinting at the importance of the conversation that was about to take place.

kuroo took a breath before speaking, his eyes never leaving yours, "we want to be upfront with you about something. we both like you. a lot. we have, for a long while,"

you looked between the two in disbelief at their blank admission. two men who were interested in you? like shit. 

their confession had startled you, but at the same time, it made you feel a warm sense of belonging, “you not joking, are you?”

kuroo chuckled at your words, his arms still wrapped around you in a protective embrace. "why are you so surprised that we like you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.

“how could i not be?”

kuroo laughed softly, his hand gently caressing your arm, "fair point," he conceded.

kenma smiled beside him, his expression turning more earnest, "we get it, it’s a lot to take in. but we really like you, and we can’t pretend like we don’t anymore,”

"i... i don't know how the whole relationship thing works, let alone with two boyfriends," you admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

"hey, it's okay," kuroo said, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your shoulder, "it's new territory for all of us, after all,"

kenma nodded in agreement, his expression warm and understanding, "yeah, we're all figuring this out together," he said, leaning forward a bit, "we'll take it slow and make it work,"

"yeah, i'd like that," you nodded meekly, “and,” you added, “i like you boys too. a lot,” a bashful smile tugged at your mouth.

kuroo's face lit up with a wide grin, and kenma's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and elation.

kuroo let out a laugh of relief and joy, "you like us too, eh?" he teased lightly.

kenma, feeling a wave of excitement and affection, took your hand in his, "yeah, we were kind of hoping that was the case,"

kuroo nuzzled your neck affectionately, his voice low and seductive, "trust me, we're going to give you so much attention and affection, you won't know what to do with yourselves,"

he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you and holding you snugly against him. his lips left a track of kisses along your skin.

his hands wandered under your shirt, exploring your body gently, "what do you want to do next? do you need a break, or are you ready to go further?"

they both watched you intently, awaiting your response. kuroo's eyes were fixed on you, studying your expression and body language for any signs of hesitation.

kenma's eyes, filled with a mix of affection and desire, also remained focused on you, eager to hear your answer.

"i want you both," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

kuroo's eyes lit up at your words, and he grinned widely, "you have no idea how badly we've been wanting to hear that," 

kenma's expression mirrored kuroo's excitement, "yeah, we're more than ready," he says, his voice laced with anticipation.

"but, uh, i don't know what i'm supposed to do," you confessed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.

kuroo chuckled softly, his hands finding their way to your cheeks, cupping your face gently, "don't worry, baby," he said, his voice reassuring, "all you have to do is sit back and keep looking pretty for us. we’ll take care of you,”

he ran his hands up and down the length of our thighs, “we just need to establish a few things,” he leaned back, creating enough space between you for him to hold your gaze. his eyes met yours, and he spoke with a serious tone, "we both want to make sure you're comfortable with what we're about to do. and we need to establish a safe word."

kenma entwined his fingers with yours, "we want you to feel safe and in control. we won't do anything you're not okay with. so pick a word, any word, and we'll stop whenever you say it,"

“uh, red?” you offered contemplating.

"red it is, then."

kuroo grinned, a hint of authority in his tone,  "we may get a little carried away. we might get a bit rough,” his hands squeezed you hips under your shirt and you stifled your gasp, “and there's a possibility we might degrade you a little,"

fuck yes

his eyes lock onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitance, "but remember, if it gets to be too much, just say that safe word, and we'll back off immediately. understood?"

you shivered at their words, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through your body. the thought of them pushing your boundaries, of getting a bit rough and degrading, sends tingles down your spine.

“yes,” you nodded in understanding.

kuroo leaned in and closer the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. his tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth hungrily, devouring your mouth with an intensity that took your breath away.

kenma moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nipped as he slowly made his way towards your ear. he fumbled with his jersey and removed it, dropping it over his shoulder.

pulling back, kuroo reached behind his back and pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside, presenting his bare skin to you, “so, have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?

"no," you confessed, feeling sheepish, "i mean i've thought about it, but never acted on it,"

kuroo and kenma absorbed this information, their minds reeling.

it made sense now, the way you were so assertive and confident. you were untouched by the hands of others, a pure canvas waiting to be explored.

and the thought of being the one—ones— the first and only ones to guide you through the intricacies of physical intimacy, made their heart beat faster.

"we could teach you a thing or two," kenma offered, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger, and tucking it behind your ear.

kuroo had his chin resting on your shoulder, arms wound around your soft stomach, "only if you want to, though,"

"i want to. i want you both," you answer quickly. too quickly.

kuroo squeezed you tighter in his grip and kenma pressed a kiss to your lips. you leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours, eager to taste him again. you ran a hand up and down his pale skin, caressing his chest.

kenma hummed in delight, pulling back after placing a couple of smooches on your mouth. he stood from his seat on the bed and sank to his knees on his knees in front of you.

kuroo placed his palms on your thick thighs and spread them open, wide enough for kenma to settle on his haunches between them.

"no need to worry, sweetheart," kuroo murmured when your back tensed with anticipation, "we got you. you can say the word and we'll stop. ‘kay?"

kenma started to place a trail of kisses up your knee, gently resting one of your thighs over his shoulder. his long hair brushed against your skin, leaving a gentle and ticklish sensation after the touch of his lips, "but you'll have to use your words. we need to hear you,"

you nodded, chest rising and falling from both excitement and uncertainty, "yeah,"

and that's when it hit you. you stopped kenma with a hand on his free shoulder and leaned back into kuroo's chest.

the men focused on you. they weren't surprised when you withdrew, but concerned.

“what is it, darling?" kuroo brough your other hand to his mouth, and pressed a sloppy kiss to your knuckles, "you have to tell us otherwise we can’t help you,”

"i haven't shaved," you winced, "i mean, i trimmed, but it was a long time ago and after that, there was never the need to, so i just didn't,"

kenma sighed in relief, having worried that you were scared of them, "it doesn't matter, baby,"

"yeah," kuroo nodded, "but if you're uncomfortable we agree. but it's not something we mind. right, kenma?"

"yeah, i wanna eat you out, either way," he blinked up at you through hooded eyes, licking his lips.

you felt your face flush and you inhaled sharply, "okay. we can keep going,"

kuroo fisted the edge of the jersey you were wearing, tugging lightly, "can i take this off?"

you nodded, lifting your arms as kuroo pulled the cloth off your head, and tossed it aside, running his hands up and down your sides, his cold palms against your heated skin.

kenma gently nibbled at your thick thighs, sucking bruises on them, "mm wanna mark you up down here. only for us to know, hmm?" he pressed a loud kiss to the crack of your other knee.

you relaxed on kuroo's lap, feeling the way he ran his hands over your body. his palms slipped under your sports bra, cupping the tender flesh and giving a gentle squeeze.

you whimpered at his action, head falling back to rest on his shoulder, "f-fuck kuroo,"

"these need to go too," he pulled the elastic strap of your bra, letting it snap against your skin, "may i?"

"yes please," you nodded urgently, gulping when you felt your throat dry up.

"ah," he slowly began to knead your breasts in his rough palms, "does that feel good, darling?"

you managed a weak moan in agreement, laying one of your hand on top of his.

kenma had reached the waistband of your shorts, "hips up, love,"

you complied with his words and arched your body off kuroo enough for kenma to pull down your shorts along with your panties, your slickness ready creating a wet patch.

cool air hit your bare pussy, causing you to shudder as you settled back down on kuroo's lap.

"fuck," kenma cursed, his jaw slackening. you weren't lying when you said you hadn't trimmed or shaved in a while. but he could make out the way pussy was spread out for him by his lover. the way your folds glistened with your arousal, your clit peeking through.

"such a pretty pussy," kenma breathed, his gaze unfocused, "all mine to devour. isn't that right, love?" his finger teased at your entrance, slathering your arousal all over your folds.

"y-yes," you managed an answer, "all yours- oh god, kenma!!" you gasped when he plunged his tongue into your core, dragging the wet muscle against your walls, lips mouthing to lap up your arousal.

he grabbed the back of both your thighs and set them on his shoulders, nuzzling his face closer to your pussy.

your hand immediately shot to his hair, tangling messily while you ground your hips blindly against his face.

kenma moaned against your wetness, flattening his tongue, and licked a long stripe all the way to your clit, puckering his lips against the swollen bud.

you gasped at the new sensation, shivers shooting to your toes and you fisted his hair clumsily.

"here," kuroo caught your hands with his and guided them to kenma's head.

kenma barely registured the movement, seemingly too lost in eating your pussy. he was ruthless. kissing, licking, and even biting, soothing the pain with a quick stroke of his warm tongue.

your hands were trembling from the ferocity of his actions. you let kuroo bunch up kenma's hair in your fist as he instructed you to, "you gotta hold his hair like this. in a ponytail. so it makes it easier for him to eat you out. and also you can control him. like this," kuroo nudged kenma’s head further between your plush thighs by his grip.

kenma groaned into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan and arch into his face, "s-shit, feels so good,"

kuroo smirked, loving the way your face contorted in pleasure, "that's right,"

he pressed his open-mouth against the side of your neck, mouthing and grazing his teeth to leave a mark. you angeled your head to the side to give him better access.

kenma pulled back with a big heave, chest rising and falling with each breath he took. he rested his cheek on your thigh, gazing up at you, "you taste so good. fucking hell,"

his mouth and chin were glistening with your arousal, and fuck he looked so hot.

without any warning, kenma leaned forward, breathing against your pussy. 

you shuddered, tugging at his hair, which you had in a ponytail.

the corner of kenma's mouth curved into an eager smile, "pull harder, baby,"

you yanked his head closer between your legs, "p-please, kenma. want m-more, don’t stop, ah,"

kenma puckered his lips in front of your pussy and let a glob of his spit dribble onto your clit. he watched in awe as it slid down your folds. He pushed his tongue into your pussy and spreading it all over, bobbing his head from side to side.

you writhed against kuroo, moaning pathetically, "f-fuck, kenma. i-i can't, mmph!" you felt a pressure build in your lower belly and a low buzzing filled your head.

your mouth was open slightly, nose scrunched and brows furrowed in pleasure. kuroo brought a hand up to your mouth and pressed his thumb against your lower lip, "open your mouth, sweetheart,"

your mouth fell agape and you took his thumb in your mouth and swirled your tongue around, hollowing your cheeks,

"such a pretty baby," kuroo cooed at you, pulling his thumb from your lips, watching the way they puckered.

his hand crept down and his thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing roughly.

you gasped, clamping your thighs shut around kenma's head in reflex. the man only hummed, gripping your thighs around his face.

chuckling darkly, kuroo eased your thighs apart, "as much as i bet that feels good," his thumb pressed down particularly hard on your clit, and he traced figure eights on them, "you need your air, kenma," he turned his attention to you, "you close, baby?"

"i-i think so," you stammered, melting into the embrace.

"look at us," kuroo caught your jaw, angling it forward until you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room.

you perched on kuroo's lap, while he hand one hand sliding down to the base of your neck, and the other dipping between your legs.

the back of kenma's body visible between your legs, ankles hooked at his back. his hair in a ponytail withing your fist, while his head bobbed up and down as he ate you savagely.

it was a sight to behold. two men brought down to their lowest just to please you.

so that’s what the mirror was for.

"you see how beautiful you look?" kuroo continued, "fucking gorgeous," he rasped.

his hand closed lightly around the column of your neck, causing you to let out a strained moan.

Watching yourself getting fucked caused a wave of pleasure to wash over you, giving rise to goosebumps. your orgasm flowed through you in bouts of bliss as you sagged back into kuroo, mumbling something incoherently.

kenma swallowed around you, tongue swiping every drop while his mouth sucked every drop that slid out of your folds.

he pulled back, a string of saliva stretching from his swollen lips to your quivering pussy, his face squished by your thick thighs at both sides.

kenma was rubbing himself through his shorts, fisting his girth as he pumped with urgency, his mouth falling open is ecstasy. his hips stuttered and he came in his shorts, soiling the material with his release. his shoulders relaxed and cushioning his face between your thighs.

"c'mere," kuroo carded a finger through kenma's hair and yanked him up, bending forward and met his lips in the middle, tongue swiping against the corner of his lips to taste you, "mm,"

the sight of the two men locking mouths sent your heart racing, igniting a surge of excitement within you. you bit your lower lip, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before your eyes.

when kuroo pulled back, he adjusted you in his lap. his tongue traced your cum on his lower lip, "fuck baby, i can't get enough of you,"

"d'you wanna taste yourself, pretty?" kenma muttered incoherently, blinking down at you.

your mouth parted in silent pleading and kenma shoved his tongue past your lips, muffling the moan that escaped you.

your lips closed around his tongue, sucking languidly as you tasted your arousal on him.

kuroo slipped a single finger into your used pussy, the wetness yeilding a painless intrusion as he moved his finger around cautiously.

You’s mouth slackened against kenma's mouth and he gripped your face in his hand, the other groping your breast. he tweaked your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, relishing the whimper you let out.

"you're so tight, baby," kuroo breathed hotly into your ear, "imagine how your pretty pussy will be squeezin' my cock," he slipped in another finger and curled them in a 'come hither' motion.

you gripped his wrist, pushing his hand further between your legs. your thighs shut together, trapping his hand. your toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure.

kuroo rubbed the heel of your palm to your clit with just the right pressure, "pretty little slut," he sponged a wet kiss to your

the name caused a rush of shame... but also desire. something awfully filthy yet addicting.

"our pretty little slut," kenma corrected, cooing at you affectionately, "only ours to ruin. you like it when we call you our slut?"

"yes, yes, please. oh god, right there," your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back when kuroo grazed that spongy spot in you.

"here?" kuroo curled his fingers, fingers pumping in and out of you at an increased pace.

"y-yeah, i-i think m'gonna-"

you were already sensitive from your first orgasm and your second one hit you like a rock, leaving you shaking in his embrace.

"that's it, baby," kuroo eased you out of your high, "you did so good for us,"

kenma held your chin, peppering kisses all over your face while you tried to regain your breathing, "you look so beautiful, all spread out for us,"

kuroo eased his fingers out of your pussy, slick with your cum, and brought them to his lips, licking them clean.

you were leaning against his chest while you watched him suck his fingers clean, "mm, so fucking good,"

kenma thumbed a bit of your cum at the corner of his mouth and licked it, "told ya," he turned his attention to you, "how're you feeling. babe?"

"a bit sore," you admitted, wincing when a dull pain shot up your thighs.

kuroo gently made you sit on the mattress and when he settled beside you, you noticed his painfully hard cock straining against his shorts, his precum soaking through.

"kuroo," you reached out a hand without thinking, fingers grazing the outline of his cock. 

shit, he was big.

"ah," he hissed at your touch, "don't worry your pretty head about it, love. we'll take care of it," he grasped your wrist gently, pushing it away.

"does it hurt?"

"that's okay," kenma pressed a kiss to your forehead, settling on your other side, "we got it covered,"

you looked down and noticed that he was also getting aroused, "i want to help you," you spoke, your words dripping with desire.

kuroo’s smile softened, and he pulled you closer to him, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace, “i appreciate the offer, but i don’t want to trouble you,”

"no, but i want to," you insisted, looking form one to the other, "teach me. teach me how to touch you,"

kuroo’s breath hitched at your words, a mix of desire and surprise in his eyes. he looked at kenma, who nodded silently.

he turned his attention back to you, his voice gruff, “are you sure?” he asked, his expression serious but filled with need.

you didn't answer him. instead you reached a careful hand over and palmed his groin, “please,” you pupils were dilated to the point where your irises were nearly drowned.

kuroo gasped as you touched him, “damn, you’re gonna drive me crazy,”

kuroo made you to sit on his lap again, "alright, pay attention,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle, “we gotta get off kenma first,”

he took your hand in his, his palm engulfing the back of yours and made you cup kenma's clothed cock.

kenma puffed a breath, “mmm, yeah, just like that,” he hissed, his body automatically arching towards you.

your free hand tugged at his shorts, "can i take these off?"

kenma pulled both off with a swift, practiced motion, his movements driven by a mixture of eagerness and need. he tossed them aside, his breathing quickened and his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you, “i’m all yours,” he murmured, his voice low and huskier, “do with me whatever you wish,”

"show him some love," kuroo made you hand to slowly pump him, the base of your fist grazing his pubes with each stroke, "he's such a pathetic mess for you, baby,"

kenma’s eyes rolled back at his words, his hands clenched on the bed sheets.

kuroo's eyes were dark with need, clearly enjoying the sight of you touching his lover, “that’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “take care of him, just like that,”

you let his motions guide you taking in the way the man writhed at your touch, you were in utter awe.

kenma's face was a picture of ecstasy, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as you touched him. his hair was sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat as he gasped with pleasure. his body was quivering under your touch, clearly responding to every movement you made.

kuroo watched with intense focus, his own eyes darkened with need, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you’re driving him wild.”

you swiped your thumb on his tip, smearing the precum that was dribbling out of him, as you continued to pump his length.

kenma’s body jerked at the sensation, and he let out a guttural moan, “oh, god, you’re driving me insane,” he gasped, his hands clenching the bed sheets even tighter.

kuroo encouraged, his voice low and sultry, “you’re doing so well.”

kenma’s body writhed under your touch, his breath coming in gasps and moans, “oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pleaded, his grip on the bed sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white.

kuroo let go of your hand and gave you complete control to make kenma go crazy. you increased your pace tentatively, brows furrowing in focus.

kuroo brushed his fingers over kenma's collarbone, gently kissing and nipping at his skin as he watched you work your magic.

“what's the matter pretty boy?” he murmured, his lips trailing a path along kenma’s shoulder and up to his neck, "feeling needy?"

kenma whimpered at kuroo’s touch, his head falling back as he gasped, “Ooh, god, you’re gonna make me lose it if you keep doing that,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.

“you’re not the only one,” kuroo growled in response, his eyes fixed on you as you continued to pleasure kenma.

you gave the base of his cock an experimental squeeze, stroking the length of him with increased pace.

kenma’s body tensed and arched as he reached climax, his head thrown back and a guttural moan escaping his lips. he gasped as he came down from his high, “you’re amazing,” he fell on his back on the bed, looking at you with a mixture of exhaustion. his muscles were loose and relaxed, a testament to the intense pleasure he had just experienced.

his release left a sticky mess on his stomach and your hand, and he let out a satisfied sigh, his body still trembling with aftershocks. “damn, that was intense,” he breathed,

kuroo’s eyes darkened with desire as you turned your attention to him, “mmm, you’re eager for me, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice sultry.

“come here,” he murmured, adjusting you in such a way that you were now straddling him his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of your skin.

kuroo’s tongue gently licked kenma’s release off your hand, his eyes still darkened with need. his raven hair fell across his forehead, framing his face as he looked up at you.

kenma made a noise at the back of his throat, his spaced min unable to comprehend such a filthy sight.

he continued to gently lick your hand, coating it with his spit. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with need and desire, “that’s it,” he coaxed, “i want to make sure your hand is nice and slick for me, darling,”

a wave of heat washed over you, the feeling of his tongue against your skin was both sensual and possessive, an indication of his desire for you.

kuroo’s hands quickly moved to his shorts and boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. he kicked them aside, his eyes still dark with desire as he looked at you.

you felt your throat dry up. while kenma was ridged, thick and flushed, a bit rounded at his mushroom tip with a slight curve. but kuroo’s length was both thick and taut, slightly bigger than kenma. his bulbous head leaking with precum as a vein ran at the underside of his cock. the sight of it was enough to send your heart racing

“like what you see, sweetheart?” he teased with a cheeky smirk on his lips.

but you had barely registered his words. you brushed your fingers over his sensitive top and traced the vein on his girth, unknowingly stroking his hard cock, cupping with your entire palm.

kuroo let out a low moan, enjoying the feel of your touch, "you're hands are so warm-fuck," he growled, his body arching towards you.

“now, start stroking me,” he instructed, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

he watched as your hand began to move, his breathing becoming faster and more erratic, “ah, that feels good,”

his body jerked at your touch, a guttural moan escaping his lips, “oh, yeah, right there,” he hissed, his eyes fluttering shut, “you’re a fast learner,” he panted, his hands squeezing your hips. “keep going, just like that.”

you pressed your thumb to his tip, feeling the way his precumslid down his length from your action, and continued your motion.

kuroo gasped as you traced his veins with your fingertip, his body trembling with pleasure, “oh, god, you’re drivin’ me crazy,” he groaned, his voice filled with need. keep going, just like that,” he whispered, his words coming out in short breaths. “you’re doing so good.”

he nuzzled his cheeks against your bare chest, his mouth finding and latching onto your sensitive nub. he arched his body towards you, seeking more of your touch.

his mouth was like a heavy, warm weight around your breast, his lips just gently mouthing, not quite sucking or licking but just creating a soft, constant pressure. it was like he was just savoring the feel of your skin.

kuroo could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with need, “yeah, i’m getting close,” he panted, his voce hoarse, “j-just a little more.”

you gripped him at the base of his cock and gave him two firm strokes, twisting and pumping which had him cumming hard, shooting ropes of his cum on his stomach and your hands.

kuroo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. his eyes were darkened with desire, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release.

he looked at you, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and need. clearly, he was still reeling from the intense pleasure you had just given him.

"did i do good?" you questioned meekly.

kuroo’s eyes softened as he heard your question, his expression still one of satisfaction. he could see the insecurity in your eyes, and he was quick to reassure you.

“sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice firm but gentle, “you were incredible,"

kenma, still in the aftermath of his own climax, looked up at you from the bed, “damn right,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.

kuroo chuckled at the sight of your messy hand, coated slick with cum, “looks like we made quite a mess there,” he teased.

tentatively, you brought your hand towards your mouth, the hand still coated in kuroo’s release. 

with a flicker of your tongue, you hesitantly tasted him, the tangy, salty flavor exploding on your tongue. your eyes rolled back as you lapped up, a low whimper escaping your throat.

kuroo’s jaw dropped as he saw your eyes roll back in your head, a mix of awe and amazement etched across his face, "fuck," he swore, his voice hoarse with desire, "you’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. can’t get enough of you."

“i don’t think we can take much more of this,” kenma groaned, his body moving to your side, arching towards you, his need for contact obvious.

kuroo’s eyes followed kenma’s movements, his own desire flaring at the sight, “yeah, me either,” he panted, his body tensing with restraint.

both men's gazes were fixed on you, their bodies taut with need, as they waited for you to make the next move.

kuroo and kenma exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in a silent communication. they both wanted you, and the desire was obvious in their gazes.

“what do you want to do, sweetheart?” Kuroo asked, his voice a low, sultry whisper.

you swallowed, looking from one to the other with half-lidded eyes, "want you both to fuck me,"

kuroo and kenma both cursed at your words, their bodies responding with an almost primal need.

kenma groaned, his voice strained with desire, “this is a big step,” he added, his voice hoarse with need.

"we just want to make sure you’re ready for it,” kuroo’s hand found its way to your core, his touch gentle but firm.

with each movement of his hand, you could feel yourself becoming more and more aroused.

“oh darlin', you’re drippin' wet,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “this all for us?"

you nodded shyly, looking away in embarrassment, "i don't think i'll be able to walk tomorrow," you commented with a chuckle.

both men inhaled sharply at your words, their bodies responding instantly to the idea of leaving you sore and marked with reminders of their love.

“oh, we’ll make sure you remember this for days,” kuroo promised, eyes gleaming in mischief.

“you won’t forget us that easily,” kenma agreed, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.

you shuddered, gripping as you nails dug into kuroo's shoulder.

kuroo’s voice lowered, his tone dropping to a rumble as he spoke, “s'okay baby. you don’t have anything to worry about,” he said, his hand tracing a path down your side, “we’ll make sure you take every inch of us, and you’ll love it,”

kenma’s hand continued to caress your thigh as he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, “you know we’ll fill you up so good, don’t you?” he whispered, his words dripping with desire, “you’ll be so full of us that you’ll be dripping. completely and utterly wrecked,”

kuroo leaned closer. he agreed, his voice rough with need, “you belong to us, and we’ll make sure you remember it,”

[hlficlibrary]

HL FIC LIBRARY ☕ Coffee Shop Fics

Remember to leave kudos and a comment on the fics you enjoyed to show your appreciation! You can find the library's other recs here.

☕ I’d Still Dance With You by kikikryslee / @flamboyantommo {M, 57k}

“Liam, if you met someone that you really liked, would age matter?” Louis asked. “I suppose so; to a point, anyway.” “Like, how young would you go?” Liam thought it over. “Uh… I don’t know. Like, 24?” Louis groaned and dropped his head in his hands. “Why? How old is this guy you like?” “Twenty-one,” Louis muttered. “Hang on. He’s 21, and you’re… what? Twenty-eight?” “Yeah.” “Wow. Um… well, OK. That’s a, uh, that’s a gap.”

Or, the 21/28 age difference fic where Harry is younger than Louis thought he was, and even though Louis’ head is telling him not to pursue anything, his heart doesn’t seem to agree.

☕ I Really Like Your Styles: The Baking Advent-ure by @homosociallyyours {T, 34k}

Louis isn't much for frills, and the coffee shop he co-owns with his best friend Liam is evidence of that. Yes, it's got a decent sized, well-kept industrial kitchen, but Louis insists that people come to coffee shops for coffee, not mediocre pastry and plastic wrapped cookies. When Liam's campaign for serving treats turns into watching a few baking accounts on whichever popular app he's on, there's one that really gets on Louis' nerves: "I Like Your Styles." With his chipper demeanor and over the top descriptions of the food he makes, Louis is sure that the (unfortunately cute) baker is full of it. Nothing that adorable could possibly be worth the hype.

It doesn't actually take much for him to eat his words...and some quality baked goods, while he's at it.

☕ love drunk, waiting on a miracle by @hellolovers13 {E, 30k}

Christmas inspired Coffeshop AU

Harry has a bit of a crush on a customer. Thankfully, the feeling is mutual.

These are their first 24 days together.

☕ And That’s The Tea by @2tiedships2​ {M, 27k}

I’d like an Earl Grey with milk and sugar, please.

Louis had the phrase memorized, even though it had disappeared off its place on his upper arm over thirteen years ago now.

At fourteen he didn’t understand. Soulmarks don’t just disappear. Not unless…

Unless one of them dies.

Or, the one where Louis loses his soulmate before even getting the chance to meet them, and he is in no way prepared for the kind of distraction his new friend Harry proves to be.

☕ Friday I'm in Love by @perfectdagger {M, 25k}

It has a pattern, Harry has noticed.It’s not that he has been observing the guy who regularly comes to the coffee shop for the past few weeks; but he totally has.It’s also not Harry’s fault that he’s infatuated with the guy who apparently follows a very repetitive schedule.

Or the one where Harry works at the coffee shop and Louis goes there almost every day and Harry is head over heels for him, making his love life look like a The Cure song.

Inspired by Friday I’m in Love by The Cure (obviously).

☕ From The Heart (series) by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom {E, 24k}

Every Tuesday, Louis spends his day off holed up in his favorite coffee-come-bookshop, writing his little stories as part of the WordPlay challenge while daydreaming about the resident barista, Harry. Each week a new word prompt is revealed and Louis adds to his series of short stories about Henry, the owner of a B&B in the Cotswolds who has curly hair and dimples, Lewis, his long term guest who just happens to be a writer, and Tigger, Henry’s cat.

As Louis and Harry’s friendship develops, could his fantasy world spill out into real life? And how does that reader who leaves the lovely comments with the teacup emoji seem to be able to read Louis’ mind?

☕ ever since new york by @sunflower-live​ / sunflower_live {NR, 22k}

Louis works at a coffee shop in NYC and he pines endlessly after the boy who lives above it.

☕ blend into my favourite colour by rainbowninja167 / @rainbowtitania {T, 19k}

Harry often wonders if they’ll ever meet in real life. And if Harry will recognize Tommo the instant they see each other, like somehow their souls will just know. Or maybe Harry’s soul is shouting “Louis!” too loudly for any other signals to go through.

Harry is a barista with a secret Werewolf High fan blog, a desperate crush on a customer named Louis, and a best friend on Tumblr who always makes him laugh. Louis can't figure out why the barista at his favorite coffee shop keeps creepily staring at him, and to make matters worse, he may be slightly in love with a friend he met online.

A love square involving two boys, one TV fandom, and one food fight.

☕ The Importance of being Earnest by @louloubabys1992​ / louloubaby92 {NR, 16k}

Harry cannot help but pay extra attention to Louis' order, even if it is just a warm cup of tea with a dash of milk and no sugar. He also makes sure that the Danish Louis asks for is warm and fresh from the oven and not the one in the display, even if it means delaying Louis a bit when he fetches said Danish from the kitchen. It's all worth it when Louis smiles his crinkly smile at him before he rushes off to work.

Man, he's hot, he cannot help but think.

Or Harry is a barista who's been harboring a crush on Louis for months. Little does he know that Louis actually likes him back.

☕ Before We Ever Wrote a Song by @casuallyhl​ {E, 13k}

Harry just can't be around Louis when he's flirting outrageously with Chad Michael Murray. So what if he's the star of one of the country's most popular shows? Harry's seen an episode or two and it's not that great. Sure, the drama is exciting and all the actors are attractive and it’s shot in his hometown, but still. Not that great. Certainly not great enough for Louis to fall over himself every time Chad enters the coffee shop.

Harry doesn’t want to watch the over-the-top spectacle, which is why he usually retreats.

And besides, it hurts to see the boy he’s in love with flirting with someone else.

Or, Harry and Louis work in a coffeehouse on a film studios lot, and Harry wishes Louis would pay half as much attention to him as he does the famous actors.

☕ A Love Stronger Than Espresso by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix {G, 12k}

Louis is entirely dependent on caramel mocha in the mornings, but soon he finds that there's one thing at the coffee shop he needs more than coffee - a cute barista named Harry.

aka: The one where Harry is a cute barista guy and Louis plays hard to get by using a different name to order coffee each day

☕ John Doe by FitzAndLarry {G, 12k}

John Doe I don't even know you, but I know fo' sho' That you are beautiful, so baby let me know Your name Damn what's his name?

xxx

There's a boy taking the stand at the open mic night where Harry works as a barista, and he's going to find out the boy's name if it's the last thing he does.

An ode to Never Shout Never, and a story about finding a new home.

☕ Coming Home Through the Dark to You by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup {G, 6k}

Harry Styles works at the Fox in the Snow, the most hipster coffee joint around. He's got too many roommates and a best friend he met his first day of university who he might very well be head-over-heels for.

☕ ‘Sup by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics​ {G, 6k}

Gemma really wants her little brother to sign up for a dating app and get back in the game after a messy divorce. Harry thinks he’s way too old to swipe. They compromise to devastatingly embarrassing results.

Meanwhile, all Louis wants is to finish the play he’s been commissioned to write, but one of the regulars at his local coffee shop keeps distracting him.

ft. older larry, pushy gemma, harry being a disaster gay and silver fox louis.

☕ Time Of The Season by alienharry {NR, 6k}

When writer's block stands in the way of Harry completing his second novel, he turns to the sweet-smelling omega behind the counter of his new favorite coffee shop for inspiration.

☕ I Kinda Need A Hero (Is It You) by @fallinglikethis {NR, 5k}

Louis is a barista who’s had his heart broken. Harry is the boy who wants to put the pieces back together.

☕ That's Not My Name by @lululawrence {NR, 3k}

He froze for a second, because he hadn’t expected to be hit with such an intense gaze. Green eyes beneath a beanie and loads of curly hair made Louis miss a beat before coming back to himself.

“Uh, hi. Sorry. Can I take your order?”

The boy (man?) gave a shy smile and said, “Just a caramel macchiato, please. Grande.” Louis nodded as he scribbled onto the cup and punched it into the register.

As the boy held his phone to the machine to pay, Louis asked, “Name please?”

“Oh, uh, Marcus.”

Louis scribbled Marcus on the cup and handed it off, but not before giving the boy a smile and nodding over to where he’d be able to pick up his drink. Louis watched him a bit longer than he probably should have, then forced himself to move on.

Or the one where the cute boy coming into the coffee shop gives Louis a different name every time...for over a month.

☕ A Cuppa Courage by @juliusschmidt {G, 3k}

Liam kicks Harry's shin, picking up another cup to fill. “He seems like he’d be a good catch, if you liked guys, I mean.”

I do like guys, Harry does not say, even though he’d like to shout it at the top of his lungs. I DO LIKE GUYS.

[a fluffy lil' fall coffee shop coming out au.]

☕ cursing the cosmos by 5sexualhomos / @hogwartzlou {NR, 3k}

In a world where people have timers counting down to when they meet their soulmate, finding love is easy. Harry meets Louis in a coffee shop one day. They slowly fall in love, the only thing holding them back is that they aren't soulmates.

☕ baby baby, you're a caramel macchiato by @missandrogyny {T, 3k}

So, yeah, Harry doesn't think it's that far of a stretch to call himself a good barista. There are some particularly bad ones, and some particularly good ones, and, with his work ethic, his skill, and his charm, he'd probably be lumped in with the latter group.

☕  tell me what you need by @disgruntledkittenface​ {G, 2k}

“And a fresh cherry?” he asks, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers. He waits as Louis stares him down, his brow furrowing.“No? What the fuck,” Louis rasps, looking bewildered.

coffeeshop AU based on this iconic prompt:

harry: can i please get a semi-iced half caramel half vanilla decaf latte with no foam using fresh almond milk with a small swirl of whipped cream covered in a pinch of cinnamon and a fresh cherry? louis: ...no? what the fuck

[toppamplemousse]

do u guys have any charlos fic recs!

we're so glad you asked!!!! YES!!!! please see below for a selection of our favorite charlos:

my blood is singing with your voice (the saints can't help me now) by choripan @7msc loved this fic so much i drew fan art for it. the most beautiful descriptions, just stunning all round. the religious imagery, the molasses, the capital H... like i said. moved me to art. gorgeous. a must read this instant. literally anything by them is worth reading.

also adding this series -- its charlos+max but it is. the most incredible threesome ever. tororossocorsa 4ever #iykyk

the same as all those men by almondmilkk @infraespinos girl who is a big fan of religious motifs...... a WINNING charlos piece. it's so. it nails charlos imo. "God can just look the other way for a while." --> lines that make me SICK (ok also sry self promo made art for this charlos MOVES ME). also anything by them is a rec also.

translation theory by linearity @drivestraight like.... firstly this has charles x damiano (MOVES US GREATLY) and also it contains the line -- “All this time, you have made me feel like a fool.” -- a classic. the charlos the ferrari the "carlos is straight oh wait maybe--". so good.

last night by venerat this is like..... rom com perfection. sleeping w ur best friends roommate without knowing and he's so beautiful and incredible.... hehe yes.....so perfect

the entire kriegspiel series by @nottonyharrison like. i can't write about this and do it justice. the whole series is so perfect. esp the lando + max brief interlude is SO perfect. charlos scriptures imo this is required reading.

PERENNIAL BY @charleslelurk!!!!! this was a gift to me by my beloved amy bc we discuss charlos and the great ferrari divorce in detail all the time. and its PERFECT. are they in love. are they toxic. are they codependent. who knows. MUST read.

[leothil]

hey pal i’m flying to finland this week!

it’s a brutal ~24hr trip from australia and i’m wondering if you have any long fic recs that will get me through these flights? 🙏🏼🙏🏼

(with no or minimal spice bc i cannottttt read that with other people around)

Oh hey, welcome to the north! I hope we can offer you slightly better weather than today (gray with rain) once you land! Let's see what I can dig out:

tell me about despair by @hattalove. Obviously. Thee unrepression take on Eddie's journey during S5.

i don't swim and you're not in love by @hattalove. In which Buck is going THROUGH it while Eddie is dating Ana.

let's hear it for the boy by @hattalove. Ok I swear this list won't be only her, but Kris is always on my mind or something. In this one Eddie attends a self-empowerment group for queer men and pines horribly over Buck. Also sort of pseudo-adopts a lost angry teenager.

stitch my soul by @onward--upward. Soulmate fic where Eddie doesn't realize Buck's given name is Evan.

steppin' into fate by @onward--upward. Buddie hockey AU! I shouldn't need to say anything more!

keep me as your finish line by @btbonescanon. Buck and Eddie meet at the gym, where Buck develops a horrible crush on Eddie and then they become friends. This IS rated E, but as I recall the only smut comes in towards the very end of the fic, so it's easy to scroll past!

In the Darkest Time of Year by @elvensorceress. On a call, Buck disappears in a corn maze, and Eddie has to go through an Orpheus-esque ordeal to get him back. This is technically part three of a series, though it was first written as a standalone. You can check out parts 1 and 2 as well!

snowed inn by @gayhoediaz. Competing journalists buddie get stuck at the hotel they're there to write about, and Buck is forced to confront what his feelings towards Eddie really are. Has one smutty scene towards the end iirc.

a good day to be by @hetrez. My favourite fic of all time. Dance instructor Eddie meets Buck, who fills his life with colour again.

i want your midnights by @littlespoonevan. Buck needs to move out from Abby's place, and Eddie decided to rent out his spare room to help cover his bills. A different first meeting roommates fic!

your dreary mondays by @henswilsons. Eddie needs a babysitter, and Chimney suggests Maddie's brother who recently moved back to town. Cue Eddie losing his mind over everything Buck is.

let the world have its way with you by @shitouttabuck. Buck makes a bucket list to feel more settled after dying in the lightning strike, and Eddie helps him fulfill them. Does have a smut scene towards the end.

These are all 30k+ fics, I hope they'll last you at least part of the way! I can make another list with more long fics later if you want, but here's these for now!

[sitp-recs]

top 5 rare pairs? :)

Hi lovely, thank you so much! As you know I love babbling about these, kind feel bad that I didn’t include any femslash but I wanted to keep this short and include some sneaky recs as always :D hope that’s ok, would love to see your picks too!

1. HARRY/TEDDY MY BELOVED, sometimes I feel like I love them as much as Drarry as my adoration for Teddy Lupin (and Harry’s too, I’m sure) goes beyond this life, and the next. as always a big shoutout to @lqtraintracks for single-handedly seducing me into this ship back in 2012, thank you for your service 🫡

2. Harry/Ron, things like this fic by @writcraft and this post suggest that friends to lovers might be in fact the ultimate trope. it took me so long to get into the idea of them as a romantic ship, and even longer to start reading it because I’m picky af, but after I did they started living rent free in my head and there’s no way back. rip liv 🤡

3. Harry/Ron/Draco because I really wanted to include a triad, also a bit picky about them but @tackytigerfic’s foundational Aim For My Heart punched me in the solar plexus with feelings (ugh!!!), and I can’t really resist the pull now that @dronarryfest exists. I’ll take this chance to also mention my love for Dron which has superb fics like this and this, a really fun and refreshing ship with its own brand of humor and angst.

4. Harry/Sirius, look I’m a simple woman with simple fandom needs and age gap covers most of them lol I don’t read it very often but I ache for the angst potential of those hotdirtywrong vibes & delicious want x guilt moral dilemma that our Sirry champion @lqtraintracks explores so well. orrr we can go the hot & sweet route and still get ruined by tender wall sex, how dare you @maesterchill

5. Draco/Albus Severus is on this list solely bc of birdsofshore’s invaluable contribution including my all-time favorite pwp, and also my pal @sweet-s0rr0w who gifted me this breathtaking T-rated gem, how lucky am I!!!

Bonus: special mention to Sirius/Draco which I hadn’t considered before being slapped in the face by this gem by @ruinsplume and this gem by one @citrusses you might have heard of her 😌

ask me my top 5/10 anything!

[morganafayes]

morganafayes bbc merlin fic rec list <3

hiiii here is a tiny little fic rec list i made for fun of some of my personal underrated faves in the fandom!! i've tried to avoid stuff that's already pretty well known + have a decent balance so hopefully yall might find some new stuff you haven't seen in here :)

the witch and the queen - toxic morgwen slay <3 very short!

in our quiet hour - i mean just read everything by lupinely. its all so good. its everything. they have never missed. id recommend 'castled' by them too... insane merthur fic. their dynamic is perfectly written. also their gwen character study mwah

heir - gen, arthur & merlin. genuinely have never once stopped thinking about this since i read it and it makes me sick :/

off the deep end - now THIS. this is good shit. toxic merthur modern au where they are exes and hate each other and hurt each other. finally someone who gets their specific brand of codependent toxicity. bbc merlin modern aus peaked here i dont care

swan down - nimueh ficlet about her relationship with arthur. gave me many brainworms............ please read it. its very short and it will make u crazy.

this graveyard - ok i havent finished reading this yet bc its like 10k. but its morgana/gwen and a rewrite of the whole dark tower thing which as you all know is the bane of my existence. society if the the writers had actually written that episode well etc etc.

i hear deserts heal your history - THEEEEE fic of all time. genuinely i have never stopped thinking about this fic ever. i have such complicated feelings on it. it makes me want to die and throw myself off a cliff at the same time. this is the morgana centric fic of all time genuinely she is done SUCH justice here oh my god but also. everyone is very mean to merlin. my poor guy..... :( in terms of morgana fics though. a must read <3 also great exploration of the mergana dynamic. reading this was truly where my mergana crusade started btw. also read their other morgana fic its absolutely fantastic (i havent finished it either though because im slow asf...)

living for the hope of it all - mercelot warriors come get your heartwrenching angst <3 i have more mercelot fics to rec if people want. i hate them and i love them

ouroboros - merlin/morgana. insane freaks at it again. my fave victims of lavender divorce

drawing lines - gwen character study which i <3.

the chakra of merlin - okkk this is a strange one. it feels almost semi incomplete because although it does. end. it doesnt really. its most interesting for its sci fi elements + character exploration which i find really interesting and well done. merlin is truly unhinged here in the worst ways. when is he not though

the huntress' heart - mithian/gwen slay!

tongue tied - yeah its another truth spell merthur fic... what can i say im basic. its very good though!

dragons! - morgana/gwen. super short and cute <333

[saphushia]

do you have any fic recs for dp/dc? ive been interested in reading good ones but its kinda hard to shuffle thru them all.

oh fuck yeah you know i do. i'm just gonna make a list of good ones until i get bored or tired lets see how long this gets lmao

also personal preference wise i'm not big on the danny-gets-adopted fics so u gotta ask someone else if u want recs of those ones lmao

⭐= my absolute favorites all fics are gen unless a ship is listed make sure u check fic tags for CWs b4 reading 👍

=ONESHOTS=

⭐It all Started at a Convention tim meets danny at a tech convention and they have a surprisingly nice afternoon together. and then tim comes to a realization about some things danny said...

A Monsterous Kind of Love [tim/danny] tim's a vampire. danny's a full ghost. tim gets to kill a few hunters in a frenzied rage to keep danny safe. as a treat <3

You've Got My Heart (I've Got Your Soul) [tim/tucker] congrats tim! you met your soulmate! why's he trying to kill you. hm. maybe you fucked up, buddy

Of loss, longing and long duration. [danny/bruce] of danny falling in love with bruce, breaking up with bruce, and proceeding to still be adored by all bruce's kids, past and present.

You Are a Monster (But So Am I) [danny/duke] duke's not a monster fucker- he's not! he swears! it's just this one, specific, really pretty eldritch snow monster-

If I had a nickel for every billionaire that tried to kidnap me, I’d have two nickels- which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice bruce is very tired. it's not his fault he accidentally kidnapped some teenager. aka danny's very bad wierd and stressful afternoon.

=ONGOING=

If You Give a Bat a Burger danny's just trying to lay low while keeping gotham's spirit infestation under control- of course nothing ever is simple for him. meanwhile, the bats all have their hands full with what seem to be unconnected cases, but nothing's ever simple for them either.

Rooftop Express [danny/jason] danny is bored and starts his own version of doordash in gotham. red hood keeps putting in orders so he can see the cute delivery boy <3 what do you mean he's a halfa

⭐Bus to Nowhere danny's adventures being a homeless teen in gotham on the run from his parents and the GIW. he's called dumpster tommy now, and he can't seem to stop befriending criminal and attracting vigilantes desperate to help him

An Interesting Family Tree [danny/tim] danny left the league of assassins years ago, but he can't seem to keep his nose out of it when he finds out red robin's being targeted by them. (canon divergence of tim's search for bruce in the red robin comics, where danny joins him. don't need to read the comic to read the fic)

⭐Grave Promises after an identity reveal gone wrong, danny has no one to turn to. no one, except, maybe, the hero who got stuck in the ghost zone years ago, who became danny's friend, danny's mentor, before they finally got him returned to his timeline. nightwing.

Our Empty Graves [jason/danny] danny, mute, injured, and on the run, is saved from a tight spot by red hood. he quickly becomes jason's problem, and jason makes the mistake of becoming endeared to this snarky shit.

Night Circus [dick/danny] dick hits it off with danny, a circus performer who just came to gotham. dick's thrilled- aside from the fact that circus gothica seems to be connected to the string of robberies that's suddenly hit gotham, and the bizarre thief dressed like the grim reaper...

Secretary Danny danny accidentally gets himself hired as the personal secretary of tim drake, wayne industries CEO. he's surprisingly ok with this, actually. and he's scarily good at it.

ok it's late i need to go eepies now have funnnn <3