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apollyonsdarksecrets · 1 year ago

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The Lead Up And The Follow Through

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five , Part Six, Part Seven

Summery: She’s reserved, emotionally cut off, and spiraling down a dark path; one she can’t get out of on her own. Aaron Hotchner may be her only help, but at what cost? When he shows up to her hotel room, contact in hand, she realizes it may be more than what she bargained for.

Warning: 18+ Only MDNI SMUT. Language, BDSM, Dom Aaron, emotionally detached reader, typical CM violence, childhood trauma, abusive father figure, age gap (reader 25 Aaron 40) doesn’t line up with a specific time line, use of Y/n because story is set in 3rd person for the first half then switches POV, last name for reader is Smith,

Specific Chapter Warnings: more sugar daddy Aaron, collaring (squeeeee) Aaron being a tease, reader getting dressed up, Haley and Jack mentioned, mentions of eating, alcohol, spanking, fingering (f receiving), orgasm ( f receiving) crying, after care, Let me know if I missed anything!

AN: There is a lot to unpack in this chapter obviously! The story will have about one to two more parts, I seriously can’t thank y’all enough for the support and love thrown my way, y’all make a girl cry 😭💜

4 Years Ago.

She stares down at the book in her hand, after hours of studying she can barely keep the words from swimming around the pages. It’s late, or rather early, her final tests in the afternoon and she’s cramming whatever she can in. Her anxiety peaking with each tick of the clock on the wall.

The last few years have all worked up to this point, graduating with her masters in child psychology and becoming an FBI agent. Years she has spent isolated yet focused on her one goal, her one chance to become more than what everyone thought she could be.

Y/n rubs at her eyes, taking a steadying breath as she leans back into the wooden chair.

‘I can do this, I can do this, I can-.’

A shrill noise interrupts her thoughts, her entire body jolting in a brief moment of fear as the telephone on the night stand continues to ring. Her eyebrows come together in confused annoyance, wondering who could be calling her at such a ridiculous hour. Stretching out of her chair she’s able to grab the receiver, barely registering the wobble of her chair as she settles back in.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” A deep scratchy voice comes through, noises beyond the man’s voice making him a little muffled but utterly recognizable. Y/n feels her throat constrict, everything stopping around her, as her heart begins to pound. “Y/n, is dad. I need help. I’ve gotten myself in some trouble.”

She stairs ahead at the wall, unable to focus on whatever is being said as the blood rushes through her ears. Her hands begin to shake, the tremors going from light to violent in a matter of seconds as her father continues to ramble on.

“- I’m at the police station now, they aren’t letting me bail myself I just need you-.”

Y/n doesn’t remember standing, all she realizes is that she is slamming the receiver down with concerning force. Her chest rises and falls quickly, the room spinning around her as she stands rooted to her spot on the dingy hard wood floor of her cheap little apartment.

A million questions will bombard her later. How did he find her? Who tipped him off? When will he call again? But she can’t think of those things now, she can’t dwell on the unknown when the path of her future will be forged in just a few short hours.

Y/n forces her legs to move back to her desk, planting herself in her chair and picking up the book once more. The room doesn’t stop spinning.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Y/n taps her food against the polished floor, her lip worried between her teeth, her eyes darting to the door to the administrator’s office every few minutes. Not unlike the rest of the young adults in the hall along with her.

Some are playing it calmer than she is, then there are some who are practically in tears. A certain brunette is sitting across from Y/n with a wide smile plastered to her face.

“It’s okay, you know.” Melissa Pharway, the girl who peaked in high school and never grew out of her Queen-Bee phase, looks pointedly to Y/n, her shoulders back and her head held high. Y/n only glances her way, not bothering to entice Melissa on because she will do so herself. “Things like this are hard for people with your… background.”

Y/n’s jaw ticks, but she doesn’t respond. Only a few months into school had a rumor spread about where Y/n was from, then it had escalated into how Y/n was able to get into the schools, and things only got hectic from there.

She always thought things couldn’t get any worse after high school. Melissa has proven her wrong.

“It’s sweet, how hard you have tried, but as it’s been said before.” Melissa snorts at her own thoughts, crossing her long legs and leaning back against the cement brick wall. “Some people just aren’t mean to be here. And hey? If you fail? There’s always next year.”

“Y/n Smith?”

Y/n’s head jerks up, the admin, a very short round woman, stands by the door. Y/n stands, wiping her clammy hands down her pants legs before following the woman into her office. The name on the door reading, Suzan Mitchel.

Mrs. Mitchel takes a seat at her large desk, gesturing for Y/n to sit in one of the green wing backed chairs. Her office is decorated with nicknacks from the woman’s life, the walls a deep green and the hardwood floors stained nearly black. The room is honestly cozy, the walls lined with books, and photos.

“Now… You’ve had quite a go these past few years. Making near perfect scores in all of your classes, balancing training for the agency along with your doctoral degree in Psychology.”

Y/n nods her head, her hands clasped in her lap, her eyes trained on the stacks of papers in front of her. Mrs. Mitchel adjusts the glasses resting on her nose before grabbing the first paper on the stack, her steely eye glancing up at the young woman in front of her.

“I’m pleased say it has payed off. You have made valedictorian.”

Y/n’s jaw drops, the first real sense of accomplishment rushing over her. She feels her eyes sting, and she forces herself to take slow breaths to control her emotions.

Mrs. Mitches laughs lightly, passing Y/n’s tests to her with a large smile. “It’s okay to celebrate dear. You deserve it.”

Y/n give her a stoic smile, her lower lip wobbling ever so slightly. “Thank you, ma’am, but the hard work is only just beginning.”

She thanks Mrs. Mitchel as she leaves the office, a confidence in her walk that she has never felt before as she passes the still smug smiling girl from earlier. A moment of bravado steals through her as she slows to a stop, leaning close to Melissa making the girls face scrunch in confusion. “There’s always next year.”

Melissa’s face falls completely, watching as Y/n straightens and marches off, her shoulders thrown back and chin lifted.

*~*~*~*~*~*

3 and 1/2 years ago

Derek Morgan scrubs at his face, staring at the screen in front of him with evident frustration. “I don’t get it.” His voice suddenly so loud beside Y/n makes her eyes flick up, but she says nothing as she continues to scan through her reports. “Strauss wants us doing all of this paper work for what? We never did any of this before.”

Y/n smiles slightly, leaning back in her chair as Prentiss chimes in. “What? Turned off by a little typing? Not enough action for ya?”

Morgan gives you a halfhearted glare, locking his hands behind his head as he mimics Y/n’s relaxed posture. “Now you know damn well I am a man of words.”

“And such big game.” The moment the words slip free of Y/n’s lips her face flushes a dark shade, Morgan’s mouth falling open as Prentiss cackles, slapping her hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. “I’m… I’m sorry that-.”

Before she can say anything else her cellphone rings and Morgan shakes his finger at her sheepish face. “Saved by the bell, girl.”

Y/n flips open her phone without glancing at the screen, pressing it to her ear. “Smith.”

“Y/n, oh thank God.”

Her eyes widen, Morgan’s easy smile falling as they lock eyes. Y/n quickly looks away but it’s too late, the man across from her has noticed. “What’s wrong?”

“I know you’re there look… I need you to listen to me, you dad needs a little help.” Dread drops hard in her stomach like a ball of lead, sending acid up her throat. Her skin is suddenly white as if she’d seen a ghost and Prentiss comes around the desk a the worry etched on Morgan’s face.

“Help?” Y/n’s voice doesn’t sound right to her own ears, distance and hallow.

“I need money, girl. I’m going to lose the house, you’re making it big now. I know you are, you can help your father after all the years I’ve spent helping you.”

Rage. Y/n feels her blood boil, her heart hammering in different parts of her body. She lowers her phone, holding it tight between her hands before snapping it at the hinges. Prentiss jumps slightly at the sudden action, Morgan’s eyebrows shooting up in disbelief.

Y/n stands on surprisingly sturdy legs, dropping the remnants off her phone into the black waste basket beside her desk before rushing off, leaving her coworkers dumbfounded.

Present Day

You’re up well before Aaron calls you, folding your clothes into neat stacks, trying to decide what will fit into your go bag, and what you will have to carry in the bags from the store. The ringer goes off, a short simple melody playing repeatedly until you pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Good morning.” His voice sounds thick with sleep. “Would you like to go get some coffee with me?” The thought of caffeine after being up most of the night, bulling through what was left of your work, and going back to Aaron’s text more times than you would like to count; sounds like heaven to your tired body.

“Uh yeah, I could go for a pick me up.”

There’s shuffling on the other end. “Be there in 15.” The phone goes quiet with a soft beep and you glance at the stacks on your bed. Disrupting your organization, you quickly find a pair of black leggings and a long merlot colored sweater. You change from your night gown, throwing your hair into a messy bun right as his knuckles connect with your door. You snatch your phone and wallet from the table before shoving your sock clad feet into your boots and pulling the door open.

The sight of Aaron looking down at you as soon as you open the door is begging to feel too routine. You close your door firmly then square your shoulders with a deep breath as you turn to face him. “Morning.”

Aaron chuckles and reaches up, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear. “Sounds like your reporting to a firing squad.” You don’t want to say he is wrong.

“I just… I didn’t get a lot of sleep.” Aaron’s raised eyebrow makes you cringe inwardly, realizing you should have used another excuse that wasn’t breaking one of your new rules.

“Oh? And why is that?”

“Just… I’ve been doing a lot of work.” You turn away, fidgeting with your phone and Aaron gives you a small grunt of disapproval, your shoulders tightening. “I’m going to go ahead and assume that’s three?”

“You’re catching on.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Despite the shine of the sun peaking through the clouds it’s still miserably frigid. You both pile into the car as quickly as possible, the first few minutes spent in shivering silence as you wait for the heat to kick in.

Aaron begins pulling out of the parking spot, navigating the parking deck onto the street, his hand resting on the center console close to your thigh. “What was it like where you grew up?” His question snaps your attention away from his long fingers and you scold yourself mentally, turning your gaze to the grey dashboard.

“Pretty quiet I suppose. I’m from a small town in Mississippi, so there were a lot of woods, creeks, things of that sort. My street was pretty sparse, house wise… could shout to your neighbor if you really needed them.” The memories that came along with thinking of your rule little farming town were a mixture of good and bad. Good things being the long days playing in creek beds catching frogs, hiking a little to far into the woods when the leaves changed colors; winter time wondering if snow would fall.

All sunshine before the storm.

Aaron hums beside you. “My home was very suburban. White House’s with white fences.” You look over, he’s smiling faintly and you can’t help studying the sharp angles of his face, the lines around his lips and the crows feet by his eyes. “My brother and I use to get into a lot of trouble, the big city just a half our away, always had our mother on edge.”

“That sounds nice, I guess where I live now is pretty much the low end version of that. There is a back yard for Bruce though, and that’s what really matters in the end.” You say with a shrug, watching the streetlights change. A wave of people cross in front of the car, some on their phones, some talking to others, but most of them with their heads down just trying to get where they are going.

“So you’ve had him since he was a puppy?” Aaron throws on his turn signal as the light changes, pulling onto a busy street.

“I found him when he was maybe two months old. There’s this park I use to go to back home, he came running out of the bushes at me, he looked awful and there was no way I was leaving him as the weather was starting to get cold. Took him straight to the vet and he’s been my boy ever since.”

Aaron glances over at you, catching your eye with a smile. “I’ve never owned any animals, unless you count Jack’s goldfish.”

The thought of SSA Aaron Hotchner leaning over a small fishbowl, shaking a container of food has you smiling. “Depends… have you taught him any tricks?”

Aaron laughs, the noise filling up the space pulling your own chuckle from you as he navigates the street, pulling over as a cozy little coffee shop comes into view.

Inside the air is warm and smells heavily of coffee beans and syrups, there’s a small line and behind the bar are workers hurting to and fro with smiles. The menu is above the register, the different selections printed in colorful chalk making both you and Aaron squint to read it.

“What are you thinking?” He asks, placing his hand on your lower back to usher you forward as the line dwindles. “And don’t just say black coffee.” Your glare is met with a sideways smile.

“Um… well something hot.” You can feel his thumb rubbing slow circles through your sweater, and you wonder if he realizes he’s doing it. “Caramel mocha, extra caramel.”

Aaron grins, pressing in closer to your side. “Sound sweet, like you.”

You scoff loudly looking up into his brown eyes. “Sweet like me? That’s like saying your a bag of sunshine and kittens, doesn’t fit does it?”

Aaron’s grin turns devilish, he dips his head to your ear, warm breath scattering across your cheek as he whispers. “Who said I was talking about your attitude?”

Blood pools in your cheeks, your eyes widening as Aaron straightens and nudges you to the counter. He graciously orders for the both of you, your tongue tied and thoughts boiling, but by the time you both sit at a small table all you can manage is; “That was low.”

“Low? Honey that was just me telling the truth.” He smirks at your glare, enjoying the stain on your skin and the way you squirm in your seat.

You fidget with your hands under the table, eyes dipping away. “That wasn’t supposed to happen…”

“The part where you slapped me or the part where we kissed?”

You gape, leaning across the table to whisper vehemently. “We didn’t kiss, you kissed me. And I didn’t slap you on purpose it was just… instinct. You startled me.”

Aaron scoffs light, his gaze flicking to the pick up counter as a young woman calls out another name. “Glad you didn’t have your gun then.” Before you can snap back Aaron’s name is being called and he’s leaving the table. Letting you stew in your anger as he grabs your drinks. When he returns you look up at him, simmering.

“You’re a jerk.”

“I’ve been called much worse, come on let’s go.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Why are we at a shoe store?” Your annoyance leaks into your words as Aaron leads you a few stores down from the coffee shop.

“You need shoes for your dress.” He murmurs, taking a sip of his coffee.

“I have some nice heels at home that would go great with the dress, I don’t need anything else.” You protest, spinning to face him. The street is pretty empty given its a Thursday morning, and you don’t have to fear someone over hearing any potentially scandalous comments.

“Those are at home, you need shoes for dinner tonight… unless you plan on wearing those?” He gives your warn in boots a pointed look, your eyebrows curling in confusion and annoyance.

“When did we agree to go to dinner?”

“When I bought you that dress.”

“That was never brought up!” You pinch the bridge of your nose in frustration.

Aaron snags your elbow, leading you towards the doors. “Well it has been now. We are eating at 7.”

Silently you are screaming every foul name you know at him as the doors close behind you both. A happy voice greats you making your head swivel in the direction of the counters. “Good morning! How can I help you?” A young man, possibly a few year older than you leans on the counter with a toothy grin, his dark skin glowing under the fluorescent lights.

Aaron squeezes your elbow, encouraging you to speak. “I’m looking for a pair of heels is all.” The man’s smile doesn’t waver in the slightest as he stands up straight, beckoning you with a long arm.

“Right this way ma’am.”

“You go ahead, I need to run next door and pick something up for tonight.” Aaron turns away from you and you spin around, your hand resting on your hip as you point your coffee at him.

“First you surprise me with a dinner date and now you’re being secretive?”

Aaron throws you a wink over his shoulder as he leaves the store, the mental image of you hurling your drink at the back of his head leaving your hands trembling.

*~*~*~*~*~*

The store clerk, Donavan, was more than happy to show you the different types of heels he had in stock. He was sweet and genuine, if a little too talkative. You’re sure he wins over every customer that comes in with his charming attitude.

By the time Aaron has made it back you’ve settled on a pair of black strapped heels, nothing too over the top and you can wear them with anything. Aaron meets you at the register, wallet in one hand and a small white bag in the other. Your eyebrows raise.

You thank Donavan again as you both leave, stepping back out into the cold. You can’t take your eyes off of the white plastic bag, your curiosity to enticed. “What is it?”

“Hmm?” Aaron replies, pretending not to notice your obvious stare.

Rolling your eyes you drop your empty cup into a trash can as you walk by, moving the shoe bag to your free hand as you gesture to him. “The bag. What is it?” Aaron ignores you as he fishes for the keys in his oversized coat, your annoyance flaring. “Aaron?”

“Curiosity killed the cat, you know?” The cars alarm beeps once as he unlocks it, walking around to pull your door open.

“Satisfaction brought it back.” You finish pointedly, climbing into the passenger seat. Aaron grins down at you before dropping the bag into your lap. He shuts the door and you wait tensely until he’s in the driver seat to open the gift.

Inside is a large red velvet box, the kind only used for jewelry. Tentatively your fingers trace over the lid before you glance up to Aaron, he’s leaning casually against the center consul, but something is swimming in those dark irises. “Go ahead.”

You stuck in a breath and flip the lid, only to have the air stolen from your lungs entirely. A beautiful silver necklace lays atop white fabric, a circular pendant in the center, encrusted with black gems. Looking closer you can see the chain is weaved with black as well. Your finger traces the cool mental in awe.

“Aaron… this is…”

“I hoped you would like it.” His voice is warm and thick as he watches you pluck the necklace from the box and lay it out in your hand.

“I do… I mean it’s so pretty…” You didn’t own jewelry, not that you didn’t find things pretty, it just was never a for thought with the line or work you did. “Thank you.” You go for the clasp and your eyebrows draw up, an even smaller circle is at the back, a hexagon pressed in it and you turn it over. “How do I unclasp it?”

Aaron reaches over, taking it from you gently along with the box. “You’re welcome, you unclasp it with… this” He pulls out a small tool, and your confusion only grows at the sight of the Allen Wrench. “When most Doms and Subs get into a relationship, or a contract, the sub will usually wear something that signifies that, along with other things. Some wear bracelets or anklets. Some have more prominent pieces like leather collars. This though, is plain enough that no one will question it, but still hold that same significance.”

Aaron unscrews the small bolt, laying it in his large palm, his eyes swirling with something that makes every never in your body fire all at once. “You’re… collaring me?” The disbelief in your voice doesn’t waver him for a second, he simply nods. Your face scrunches up, ready to reject the idea.

“Think of it this way. It will help remind you that I am here for you, you have someone to lean on, to trust in, to go to when you need it. It’s just as much for you as it is for me.”

Your heart pounds in your ears, your attention hyper focused on the delicate chain as he holds it up, the metal catching the sunlight. You don’t say anything in response, you know you’re supposed to be compliant, this is what you’ve agreed to after all; but you can’t stop the feeling of your mouth going dry and your hands beginning to shake.

“So… you want me to wear this all the time?” He nods again, watching you closely. “But I mean… it’s delicate, what if it breaks? And-and everyone knows that I don’t wear jewelry, what if they start asking questions?”

Aaron suddenly squeezes your hand gently, the anxious look on your face pulling at his heart. “You can always lie, say it came from somewhere different, and as this relationship grows we will find things that are more appropriate… but for now, it would make me very happy to see you wear it.”

You mule it over, wagging a silent war in your head as you stare up at him. Slowly you turn away, tilting your head down to make it easier. Aaron slips the chain around your neck, goosebumps rising along your flesh as he fiddles with the lock. A moment later the pendant rests against the base of your throat, a little heavier than you expected.

“Let me see.” When you turn back you fight the urge to shy away from his stare, his eyes molten and turning with lust as his gaze travels from the necklace to your face. “It suits you.” Aaron whispers.

“Yeah well… You have good taste is all.” You mumble, fiddling with the bag in your hands, unsure of what you do with yourself. Warm fingertips press into the sides of your jaw, turning your gaze back to his. Aarons even closer now, practically leaning across the console, the tilt of his lips challenging and dangerous.

“Gonna be my good girl tonight and wear it for me? Give me the chance to show you off.” The drawl of his voice makes your breath hitch, arousal suddenly racing down your spine to settle between your hips. Aaron watches the way your eyes suddenly dilate, the inky blackness expending over the pretty color of your irises. You’re unable to explain the affect of those two simple words as your thoughts slow, your head becoming a little heavier in his palm, but Aaron does. “What do you say?” He prompts with amusement.

“Yes… I mean, no… wait-.” You mentally kick yourself, squeezing your eyes shut to block out your distraction as your gather your scattered thoughts. Aaron chuckles and you wonder if your skin feels as hot under his fingertips as you think it does. “I’ll… I’ll wear it.”

Aaron’s smile only widens, pulling you in across those few mere inches that separate you, pressing a chaff kiss to your lips. “Good girl.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

The sun has started to set outside the windows when Aaron knocks on your door. You’re already standing on the other side, have been for minutes, trying to gain the nerve to actually go through with this. A part of you wants to run and hide under the covers, but you reach for the doorknob anyways.

Aaron glances up from his watch, his eyes widening as he takes you in. You’re radiant, decadent, beautiful, bewitching. Ever name he could possibly think off wouldn’t even come close. Your hair is swept up, a few strands framing your face and showing off the necklace, the only piece of jewelry you have on. The dress is more beautiful now than in the store, the sunset from behind you casting you in a golden glow as you look up at him from beneath long lashes.

“Breathtaking.” His voice is deep and warm as he extends his hand for you. He’s wearing a fitted black suit with a white shirt, classic but striking on him, his raven hair brushed back but the stands at his hairline have slipped forward.

“Thank you.” You place your hand in his, letting him pull you into the hall, where anyone and everyone can now see you. The butterfly’s in your stomach haven’t stopped since you got dressed, and they are only getting worse now that you will be seen in public. Apart of you knows that there isn’t a soul in Boston who knows what is going on, but every time you have stepped out of your hotel you feel as though everyone is privy to your dirty little secret.

“Let’s go eat.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Like everywhere else Aaron has taken you the last few days, the restaurant he choose is upscale and beautiful. Deep red walls, with golden candelabras and sconces, white table clothes adorned with flickering candles and small vases of lovely flowers. The chairs are comfortable as Aaron helps you sit, your eyes roaming the room in amazement.

The restaurant isn’t crowded, having just opened its doors for the evening, but even then the tables are set far enough apart that there’s no fear of being over heard or disrupted. Aaron smiles as he watches the awe struck look on your face, your gaze fixated on the glass dome ceiling you’re seated under.

“This is… wow…” you laugh breathlessly, unable to find the right words to describe what you are seeing.

“It is… It’s one of my favorite restaurants, actually.” You finally pull your attention from the stars beginning to pepper the night sky, catching Aaron staring unabashedly.

You feel your skin heat under his gaze. “So you come here often then?”

“Any time I am in Boston.”

A man in a dashing suit suddenly appears at your side, a smile on his face and two large black menus in hand. “Good evening, sir and madam. Welcome to Deuxave, my name is James and I will be your server for this evening. May I get other of you started with a drink?”

Aaron gestures for you to go ahead. “Water, please, with lemon.” You smile up at the blond man who nods in return before turning to Aaron.

“I’ll have the same, and a bottle of Chardonnay, please.” James dips his head again, placing your menus down before swiftly turning on his heel. Aaron pauses for a moment, almost looking sheepish. “I’m sorry, I didn’t think to ask if you liked wine.”

You laugh lightly, a noice Aaron savors. “Well, luckily for you, I do enjoy a good white wine. Mainly, though, I stick with water and teas.”

He grins, the flames from the small candle casting shadows across his face, deepening the rugged look he already has. “Good to know.”

A short pause follows as you both regard each other, both of you looking like you are ready to ask a million different questions, and you’re the first to break the ice. “So… how many… relationships have you been in like… this?”

Aaron opens his menu and you follow suit, trying to force down the knot of nerves in your chest. “Three, but I was much younger, and they were already into the lifestyle I was.”

You nod thoughtfully. “Is that… Is that how you meet Haley?” You purposefully keep your gaze glued to the menu, staring at the words but not comprehending anything they say. The knot only growing heavier with your bold questioning.

“No, actually when I meet Haley I completely erased that part of my life. She wasn’t comfortable or understanding of it.”

“Oh.” You dare a glance his way, his expression impassive as he stares at his own menu. “That must of been difficult then. Just getting rid of that part of yourself.”

“It was, but that’s what you do for people.” That you love.

You chew on your lip, needing to change the subject. “What made you decide that you wanted back into it? And why me?”

Aaron licks his lips, contemplating, and your gaze follows the movement. “Because of you. When I saw you that morning on the plane, I only knew you from your file and background records, but watching you squirm and fidget seated between two men when you were so much more lively alone with JJ… something drove me to figure it out. The longer I got to know you, I began to realize you were struggling. You hardly showed emotion but fought to include yourself in the conversation because you feel you have to. Cases with children hit you hard because you’ve had some form of child hood trauma you aren’t willing to unpack, making your soul focus be the case and you neglect yourself. The darkrooms, the hesitation to request something from someone that could be seen as inconvenient-.”

“Okay, okay.” You breath, waving your hands before dropping them into your lap, picking at your already too short nails. “I get it… I didn’t realize I was so easy to read.”

“You aren’t but it’s my job to look for the inobvious. Once I did that it just started to fall into place, I wanted to help you and I could only think of one way how.”

The sincerity in his voice makes your stomach tumble but before you can reply James has returned with your drinks in hand. Once everything is situated on the table he pulls out a little note pad and pen. “Have we looked over the menu or do we need some more time?”

“Oh um…”

“May I?” Aaron asks, and you look up surprised before nodding. “We will have one Spiced Long Island Duck Breast and one Cast Iron New York Strip, medium rare please.”

“Excellent choices.” Once James takes the menus Aaron gives you a sheepish smile.

“I figured we could share.” Your own smile creeps up and you nod. “So… may I ask you some questions now that you have asked a few?”

You knew this was going to happen eventually, but no matter how much you thought you prepared yourself you still feel your heart drop. “Well, it’s only fair.”

“What makes you afraid of the dark?”

‘Oof, okay right to it.’

“Well… it’s not a fear so much now… it’s just very suffocating.” You answer evasively, watching as Aaron pours you both a glass. You swirl the golden liquid before taking a sip, the flavor bursting across your tongue.

“How long has it made you uncomfortable then?”

“Since I was a child.” You shrug a shoulder. “I don’t let it impede on my job though, that’s all that matters.”

“Deflecting isn’t the way to deal with things, Y/n.” He chastises gently. “I won’t judge you, you should know this.”

You stare at the liquor in your hand, watching the low lighting bounce through the glass with the small twists and turns of your wrist. You can feel heat crawling up your neck, as a sickening feeling tears at your stomach, setting you on edge as memories wash over you.

“I was… I was locked into a very small dark space when I was a child…” You don’t need to look at Aaron to know his eyebrows have creased, his eyes squinting in concern. “Ever since then I just found it to be-.”

“Suffocating.” He finishes, his voice soft yet deep, your eyes refusing to meet his intense stare, but you can feel it on your skin. Assessing, calculating, piecing together more about you than you would like.

Before either of you can speak again, James is back, carrying to steaming plates along with his chipper attitude. “I hope you enjoy.”

The next hour is spent talking about much milder topics, picking off of each others plates, sharing old stories and genuinely getting to know one another. You find yourself smiling easier, listening to him talk about his home, his son, his life before the BAU. You share stories of school, the couple down the street that are like your adoptive grandparents, and the books you are currently reading. It’s nice and slow and easy, something you never expected.

“Do you want to get any dessert?”

“Oh, if I take another bite I’ll pop.” You sigh, setting down your third empty glass of wine, feeling the alcohol in your system.

Aaron smiles, standing from his chair with a slight groan. “I’ll be right back, then.” You watch Aaron as he leaves, your eyes again dipping down to his ass and you have to giggle a little at the inappropriate thoughts filling your head.

“Here you are, miss.” James is suddenly beside you, laying the bill book on the table.

“Oh thank you so much. Everything has been wonderful.” You give the man your best smile and he grins back before ducking away. Your eyes go to the little book, your curiosity getting the better of you. Pulling it to you you flip it open and your stomach plummets. ‘$155’ not including tip.

You feel panicky, despite the reassurance of Aaron telling you money isn’t an issue, all you can think about is how much he has spent already. On you none the less. You want to show him you can contribute too.

Mind made up you reach for your wallet, unzipping it to look for your card when suddenly someone is clearing their throat, making you jump in your seat.

Aaron is looking down at you, eyebrows pinched and feature’s suddenly stormy and you really feel your stomach drop out, unease curling in your guts. “What excuse would you like to give me this time?” The rough edge of his voice drags along your skin and you feel suddenly very small sitting below him.

“I… I wanted to repay you for… the clothes and…” Your fingers flutter to your necklace absently at the disappointed look he gives you.

“Up. We’ll pay and then talk about this in private.”

*~*~*~*~*~*

Aaron doesn’t speak on the way back to the hotel, though his face and body are relaxed his hands are white-knuckles on the steering wheel. You fidget in the passenger seat, brushing away loose strands of hair, or plucking at the necklace the longer the silence stretches on. By the time he pulls into the parking deck you feel like your on the verge of a conniption, the fun bubbly feeling of the night dissipated into cramping dread.

He still walks around to your door to help you out after the car has been parked, but as you start to speak he holds up his hand, silencing you. Regret swims through your belly as he leads you inside and to the elevators. He presses the button for the sixth floor, two above your own, your eyebrows creasing.

Lacing his fingers through your own, he pulls you down the hall, stopping in front of a door reading 112. “Aaron?” He doesn’t give you a reply, fishing for his keycard then pulling you inside when the light flickers from red to green with a little beep. You quickly scan the room, the layout the exact same as your own, as Aaron leaves you by the door, shrugging out of his suit coat.

“Are we- are we going to talk?” You can’t tune out the nerves rattling your voice, he glances at you briefly over his shoulder as he undoes his tie, pulling it over his head.

“We are.” He finally faces you once again, his expression hard to read. “We’re going to talk about what will be the appropriate punishment for how you have acted, thus far.”

You didn’t think it was possible for your muscles to tense any further, your heart picking up speed as the thought of running passes through your head. “But… I’m new to this. Doesn’t that allot for some leeway?” Aaron cocks a dark eyebrow, maybe a little stunned, or annoyed, by your bold suggestion.

“Leeway? Darling, I don’t think you understand.” He stalks forward and your fight or flight kicks in, irrationally you move farther into the room, avoiding his advance, your eyes never leaving his. “If I don’t hold up my end, then who’s to say you won’t continue to just break the rules? Act out? You have to be reminded that what you do effects not only yourself but the others around you.”

“Okay, I understand that I messed up, I just… I wanted to return the favor, I’m not use to this.” You gesture in the air between the two of you as you continue to circle away from him as he advances. Aaron’s expression doesn’t change, only setting you more on edge, a cold sweat building under your clothes. “I’ll listen better, I promise.”

Aaron chuckles, a deep dark sound that chills your bones and yet sends a twisted thrill down your spine. “Oh baby girl, that’s not how this works.” He moves closer and you back up, jumping when your back brushes the curtains to the window. “Come here and we will talk.” He cocks a finger in your direction, beckoning you, and you feel the air in your body stand still at the gleam in his eye.

“J-just talk?” You take one tentatively trusting step forward and it’s all the opportunity he needs. Aaron leans forward, snagging your wrist and pulls you between his thighs as he sits on the edge of the bed, steadying you as you wobble in your heels.

“As much as I would like to disagree, you aren’t wrong, being new to all of this does grant you a little leeway.” Then suddenly your view is flipped entirely, you’re no longer staring down at chocolate brown eyes speaker with gold, and hard set features. Instead your hips are pressed into his large thigh, your face smushed against the comforter. “So I will go easy on you.”

That’s when your struggle commences, the adrenaline in your veins kicking you into gear as you plant your hands and push against the bed, desperate in your attempt to get up. But Aaron’s hand is suddenly planted against the back of your neck, his free leg thrown over yours, caging you in and you feel the wild thump of your heart rocket into over time.

“Aaron, let me up!”

“I plan to, but you’re going to listen to me first.” His other hand smooths over the curve of your ass, paralyzing you as the foreign feeling washes over your fraying nerves. “Good girl, just calm down and listen to me.” His honey dipped voice combined with the simple nickname makes your thighs squeeze, your thoughts scatter, and Aaron doesn’t miss a second of it.

“O-okay.”

Aaron stays quiet for a moment longer, watching his own hand brush up and down the swell of your ass, need unfurling in his belly. “You’ve broken a few of your rules, and then there’s the matter of you slapping me.”

“I really didn’t mean to…” You whisper meekly, staring at the curtains across from you, trying to shift your head where he has you pinned at.

“Yes but you never apologized either.”

“Oh.”

“So I think you will find this fair. We will keep it simple, your first punishment is that I will choose your clothing for the next week, starting tomorrow. Deal?” Your face burns, much like the area between your legs is starting to. You squirm against his thigh before nodding your understanding. “I need to hear your voice, little one.”

“Y-yes.”

He squeezes your thigh in approval, resuming the slow stroke. “That will cover all of the minor mistakes you have made. As for the slap, and you trying to pay for dinner… I’m going to spank you.”

Your panic explodes in your chest, your fight returning with a vengeance only to have Aaron’s grip tighten, his leg pressing down heavier. You knew Aaron was strong, had witnessed it many times, but this felt inhumane as you squirm and kick what little you can. “Don’t you dare-.”

“Your safe word is red. Say it at any point and everything stops.”

“W-what?” You don’t have time to process what he said before a sharp slap is delivered to your ass. You yelp, your hand finding his knee and crushing his pants leg in your fist as you jolt with the shock of it.

“Aaron!”

Two more are delivered in quick succession, pain growing quickly as your skin stings and burns through your dress. “I don’t make these rules passively, they are for your benefit and mine. What I say goes.” Three more follow his reprimand, and you twist your face into the bedspread, whining loudly as tears collect behind your eyelids.

“Q-quit!” You gasp as he lands a particularly painful spank to your right cheek, the burn of it traveling up your spine making you feel ditzy, then back down again to pool in your panties. “It hurts!”

“That’s the point, baby.” You shake against him, squirming relentlessly only causing his fingers to travel into the hairs at the base of your skull, twisting there and pulling your head up, immobilizing you. “Keep fighting me and I’ll double it, do you understand me?” Three more follow and you can’t help but to cry out, the noise bouncing off the walls and you wonder briefly if there’s anyone who can hear you through them.

His threat breaks through the frenzied mess in your head, your body going slack and he eases his grip on your hair, letting your head rest against the comforter. “Shh, good girl. You’re doing good baby.” The praise in his sultry tone makes a moan well up in your throat, and your helpless to stop it. Aaron grins, his hand trailing down to your thigh, slipping into the slit of your dress, pulling the material up to pool around your waist.

“N-no, wait…” Your protest is weak, but you don’t move to cover yourself from his steady gaze, embarrassment settling in your belly as his hand glides over your bare skin. Aaron groans softly, watching your leg twitch slightly as he brushes his hand again over your tender skin.

Aaron lands another forceful smack to the cup of your ass, and you squeal. You press your hand against your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as the warm feeling in your stomach slowly grows into a blaze. “Let me hear you sweetheart, you only have a few more to go.”

You shake your head, defiant and unyielding, but only until his palm connects with your skin once more. Your hand does a poor job of muddling your shrill cry, pressure forming in your throat and behind your eyes as the first tear finds its way through your closed eyelids, trailing down your cheek. Your thoughts are pulled into a thousand different directions, the pain tugging them one way, while the throbbing of your clit sends them the other. Your arousal is slick against the inside of your thighs, and you squirm at the feeling.

“Easy baby, you’re taking your punishment so well.” Two more follow and you sob into your palm, the noise unmistakably in the otherwise quiet room. “I know baby, just one more and we’re done.” Aaron’s own palm stings, but his gaze is fixated on the shape of his hand print forming on your once creamy cheeks, with each shudder and twitch of your hips he can feel his cock hardening to the point it’s almost painful.

His promise though does little to quell you anticipation, your body tensing to the point it hurts, fingers having lost their feeling minutes ago from your iron like grip on his pants. Aaron drags it out, brushing his knuckles along the back of your thigh, his fingers scratching softly at your neck where his grip has loosened; your struggle having died to nothing.

The last smack is the most painful, his arm having been drawn back, putting more of his weight into it and you nearly scream, his hand landing more on your thigh. Tears rush down your cheeks, trailing dark streaks of mascara and eyeliner, your embarrassment consuming you like a fire, because as much as it hurts, your body is humming with need.

Aaron makes a sound that is more akee to a growl, his fingertips brushing the growing pool of arousal on the soft skin of your thighs. “Oh baby… you’re absolutely soaked.”

You shake your head aggressively in denial. “No… no it’s not what you think… I’m not-.” Aaron only shushes you, fingers slipping further between your shaking thighs, trailing over your damp panties right along your slit. You gasp, the soft sound followed by a deeper moan, as the pad of his middle finger circles your clit.

“I told you some people like this, baby.” His voice is octaves deeper, your hips bucking at the sound as he continues drawing slow, tight circles over your bundle of nerves. “And you really like this, don’t you?” His question is left unanswered as he add another finger, your jaw falling open with another needy moan.

Aaron’s movements are steady and precise, never faltering as his thumb scrapes down the edge of your thong, easily moving it to the side. The new view has his mouth salivating, your pussy glistening with arousal in the low light, and as he presses the solo digit against your puffy lips you moan louder. Your hips rock back subconsciously, your hands flexing where your anchored to; and all Aaron can think is that he will do anything to hear those pretty sounds for the rest of his life.

“Oh fuck… Aaron…” You gasp as his thumb dips in and out, the pace of his fingers speeding up. It’s shameful, sinful even how quickly you feel your body coming to its peak just from his expert fingers. Quicker than you’ve ever gotten yourself off and under the mushy part of your thoughts that are too far gone you wonder how he knows your body so well.

“That’s it, take what you need baby.” His cock twitches in his slacks, your hip rubbing across him with each twitch and jolt of your thighs as you rock yourself against his hand. He can feel the clench of your cunt more frequently, your orgasm right there. “I want to see you cum for me, you can do that can’t you? Cum for me, baby.”

You physically feel yourself topple over the edge, you body going still with a whimpering cry as your orgasm floods you like a tidal wave. Aaron’s praising you from above but you’re too far gone to recognize what he’s saying as his fingers haven’t stopped, making you ride out your orgasm for as long as possible.

It’s only when you start to plead with him, your voice wispy and tired, does he ease off. He gently moves your panties back into place, before he leans over you, tugging your shoes off and letting them land to the floor with a soft thud. “Do you think you you can stand up?”

Your brain hasn’t caught up yet, your thoughts empty from your head, but you let Aaron guide you to your feet, your knees wobbling and he holds you still for as long as you need. He rubs your hip with one hand, the other resting on your waist as he looks up at you. Your eyes are red and glassy, your makeup ruined, “let’s get you cleaned up.”

Aaron takes you into the small restroom, letting you lean against the doorframe as you watch him absently. He wets a rag and adds a little soap before gently wiping away your makeup, one hand holding your chin as he works. You don’t say anything, there’s nothing you can conjure up so you both sit in silence, the only sound is the small sniffles you give.

He throws the rag into the sink when he’s done, pulling you off the wall and turning you around. He unzips the back of your dress, laying a kiss to the exposed skin of your shoulder before he steps out of the restroom, returning moments later with a big white t-shirt. He hands it to you, stepping out again to let you change in private. Your body goes through all the motions but your mind is left far behind as Aaron guides you out of the bathroom and to the bed.

Gingerly you climb in, not realizing how exhausted you truly are until you settle against the cool pillows, your eyes falling shut with a heavy sigh. Soon the other side of the bed dips, a warm body pressing against your back and an arm wrapping around your waist, securing you against him.

*~*~*~*~*~*

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Until The Cops Come Knocking

Characters: Kevin Atwater x Black!Reader.

Summary: A simple house call turns into a pleasant surprise.

Warnings: Let’s see, just a smidge of spice. Fluffiness and flirtation included. There are a few sprinkles of profanity. There may be instances where you cackle loudly.

Word Count: 2,700+.

A/N: I know. You’re shocked I took time away from my baby daddy, Rio. It’s just something about Atwater and Halstead, though. Wait until you see what else I’m cooking up for those two. I honestly couldn’t tell you how this random idea came about. That’s the joy of being a Libra. My imagination just keeps going and going. IT’S LIBRA SZN BABY♎️! Enjoy my sweet lovelies.

Song Inspo💞:

Boot-covered footsteps thumped down the winding stairwell of the run-down apartment building. The creaking door of the entrance swung open as both detectives released an exhausted and irritated breath. Both men took in their surroundings as they approached the large pickup truck they arrived in. Seeing nothing lurking about, Jay slid into the driver’s side as Kevin took residence in the passenger seat. The men released another irritated sigh before Halstead spoke, “This damn case has us running in circles. There has got to be something we’re missing here.”

“These dead ends are wasting valuable time. If we don’t get a hold of things soon, this sick psycho will slip through our fingers. For all we know, he could be halfway to Mexico by now. None of these witnesses are going to cooperate.”

“We’ll figure something out. We just have to find a way to convince them we can protect them and their families from this monster. We should wrap this up for the night, though. We’re both too tired to follow up on any more pointless leads. I say we head back to the precinct, check in with the team, and call it a night.”

The men agree it’s probably the best bet as Jay turns over the engine. As they begin the journey back to the precinct, a call comes in over the radio. There are multiple reports of a noise complaint about a party at a property in a neighborhood only minutes from their current location. Atwater shrugs his shoulders at Halstead.

“I mean, we are only five minutes away. Might as well check it out real quick.”

“It’s probably some spoiled-ass rich kid throwing a kegger,” Jay responds. “Let’s just get this over with,” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“It’s strange. This address sounds familiar. Have we ever answered any calls or done investigative work on this street,” Kevin questioned.

“I feel like I’ve been here with Haley or Voight, but I can’t say for sure.”

Kevin gave him a slight head nod as his phone vibrated in his left pocket. Checking the notification brings a small smile to his face. Atwater’s eyebrows twist in confusion as he reads the message. Jay glanced in his direction, laughing at his friend's facial expression.

“Bro? Are you good? If you stare at that screen any harder, it may glitch,” he joked. “What’s wrong? Are you in the dog house or something? And please don’t hit me with that, ��who says I’m dating anyone nonsense.” The girls are on to you. You’ve been missing happy hour for months now. Giving us the excuse that you’re tired. You’ve turned down every woman within the last four months.”

Kevin ignored most of what Jay said, returning to the initial question.

“It’s this text, bro. Either words are missing, or I’m being butt-texted. Is that even a thing,” he asked, still puzzled.

Before Jay could respond, another text came through. Kevin read the three-word text and guffawed. His tongue wet his bottom lip before the bottom lip tucked between his teeth. He was fighting the heat from the three words on his screen.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾: need fuck daddy

Baeee🙈💓🫶🏾: Oh! That’s how you’re feeling, mamas? I thought you were out with your girls tonight.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾: M so tips feels so goods need daddy😩🤤.

Baeee🙈💓🫶🏾: Drop your location, baby. I’ll come to get you. I’ll scoop you when I finish up here. Stay put, love.

Mamas🤤😈🫶🏾:

“I see you’ve deciphered the message. What’s up,” Jay asked.

“It’s nothing, dog. It’s just a little inside joke. You wouldn’t get it,” Kevin lied.

“Your reply sounds suspicious as hell. I would question it further, but we’ve arrived at our destination.”

“Damn! You can hear the music from the gate entrance. Don’t they have security? It is a gated community.”

“They’ve visited this house twice already. They told neighbors to call the authorities a third time.”

“This should be fun,” Atwater responded dryly.

Jay was the first one to approach the door. With a gentle nod, both men positioned their hands on their holsters, and Halstead gave a firm knock.

“Sounds like a bunch of drunk women,” Kevin whispered quickly, releasing a small laugh.

“Dear Lord. It sounds like we’re about to interrupt girls' night. Brace yourself, brother, if these women are as drunk as they sound. It could get a little handsy.”

“If one finger lands on you. Upton’s going to kill you. You have to stop falling for your coworkers, Halstead. You take the term work wife too seriously,” Kevin jokes.

The door swings open, halting Jay from giving a rebuttal. Both men angle their heads down, spotting a redhead who is no more than four foot eleven. Her gaze creeps over the detectives slowly as she mumbles, “Good Lord. Money well spent.”

Jay and Kevin look at each other, confused by her words. They identify themselves, but it goes ignored. Another woman joins the redhead. She appears to be Filipino and just as tiny as her friend. Kevin starts to identify himself, but both women turn toward the rest of the group.

The redhead purrs, “Ladies, get your ones ready. The entertainment is here!”

Both detectives look flabbergasted as they try and correct them. The ladies are seriously inebriated. None of the words leaving the detectives’ mouths are getting through. Red continues, “Ms. Maid of Honor! Do us the honors and get the Bride-to-be ready for her lap dance!”

Her fellow tiny friend squeezes between both men, pulling them inside the house.

“Wait a minute, sweetheart,” Jay tries to reason.

“Hold on there, ma’am. You’re mistaken,” Kevin interjects.

Surrounded by a pack of drunk and lust-filled women, Jay attempts to talk over the boisterous crowd, “Ladies! Let’s keep things calm-.” He’s thrown off as someone grabs his ass. “Come now, ladies. Let’s keep things civilized and respectful.”

Kevin cackles as Jay’s face starts to redden. That is until one of the women starts running her hand up and down the veins of his forearm. The women begin catcalling them, going on about how sexy they are. “If I would’ve known they were sending strippers this fucking sexy. I would’ve paid double. Cuff me, Mr. Officer,” the redhead panted.

Kevin stepped back and politely removed the thirsty woman’s hand from his person. He started to reiterate that they were the actual police. Those words stuck in his throat as he felt dainty arms wrap around his waist. As if that hadn’t thrown him off guard, the unidentified woman began thrusting her hips, humping from the back. Just as he was about to turn around and reprimand the stranger, he heard a familiar voice. To Kevin’s surprise, he turns around to find you, his tipsy girlfriend smiling and slapping his ass. Jay looked at his friend in shock as his face lit up with laughter at your slurred words.

“This ain’t no strippaaa! Back off, you thirsty bald-headed hoes! I’m just joking. Not really. This MY MUTHAFUCKIN’ MAN! My man, my man, my man, my man! We go together. Real bad.”

“Okay, Yung Miami. You need a break from TikTok, baby,” Kevin teased.

Jay, assuming his friend was enduring harassment, attempted to diffuse the situation and calm you down. Kevin releases a deep chuckle, patting Halstead on the back.

“It’s all good, bro. Shortie can touch me however she wants,” he insists, licking his lips and staring at you with hungry eyes. “You lit, ain’t you, mamas?”

Halstead looks on in complete and utter confusion. “She’s beautiful, man, but don’t forget we’re on the clock. Voight would have our asses for indulging in this.”

Atwater smirks at Jay as he shrugs his shoulders. His eyes travel back to your face. Kevin reaches out, placing his hand on your waist. He tugs at you, pulling you into a quick peck.

“Relax, Halstead. Little mama’s telling the truth.”

Jay, looking at him puzzled, waited for Kevin to explain.

“Halstead, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for the last six months. It’s an odd way for you to find out, but yeah. Jay, this my lady.”

Embarrassed, you released a tiny giggle, burying yourself into Kevin’s side. Pulling back, you looked at him in a lust-filled, drunken haze.

“Hiii baby,” you slurred, smiling ear to ear.

Kevin smiled back, biting his lip, “Wassup, beautiful? Listen, we hate to break up a wonderful time, mamas, but it’s pretty noisy. As a courtesy to the neighbors, could you tell the crew to simmer down a little bit,” he said in that tone that always made you shiver.

“Okay, baby,” you smiled, nibbling your lip.

Atwater leaned in closer, whispering in your ear, “Yeah? You can do that for Daddy?”

Releasing a shaky breath, you nodded yes in reply.

“That’s my good girl.”

Jay looked at Atwater with raised eyebrows as you settled the girls down.

“Very impressive. Teach me your ways, bro.”

“No can do, brotha. If it’s in you, it’s in you. Can’t be taught, my man,” Kevin boasted.

You managed to calm the girls down. They all relocated to the kitchen to make a fresh batch of margaritas. Your best friends, who had answered the door, instructed you to find out if Kevin’s partner was single. They trotted off heartbroken after telling them Kevin had mentioned a girlfriend to you before.

You stumbled back to your chuckling boyfriend, who wrapped you in another bear hug. Pulling away, he looked at you like you had been caught red-handed.

“I know you’re the maid of honor, but did I hear the word strippers? Yes, I’m almost certain that’s come up several times since we arrived. You don’t need all that swinging in your face. Come on, my little drunken love. We’re taking you home. Your little ass is about to pass out. How much alcohol have you had?”

“I’ll go,” you stand on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “If you take me home and put me to sleep, just the way I like.” You finish, biting his ear playfully.

“That can be arranged…for tomorrow. I want you sober, mamas.”

Kevin laughs at your drunken pout. “You’ll be out like a light before we make it to the house. It’s going to be alright, love. Sleep it off some, and I promise I’ll break you off afterward.”

“Let’s go so I can get you back to your car, bro. You’re not having sex in my truck,” Jay joked, but at the same time, he was serious.

“Halstead, be easy on the jokes now. I’d hate to have to inform Hailey about the many times you got groped tonight.”

Kevin gingerly swept you from Jay’s truck, transferring you to his own. He managed to buckle you into the front seat and nearly made it out of the parking lot unnoticed. His head shot back with an exasperated sigh as the exit to the precinct flew open.

“Nice try, Atwater. We want to meet your gorgeous lady friend Halstead’s exact words. Better watch your girl, Kev,” Burgess taunted.

Hailey followed close behind, hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. “You honestly think Jay was going to keep your secret? Not a chance, Atwater. Before you try to snitch, I already know how he was treated like a sexy piece of meat tonight,” Hailey sassed.

Kevin shushed the women and directed their attention to your sleeping frame. “You two can give her the third degree another time. I’m taking my little party animal home,” he whispered, looking at you with adoring eyes. “I’ll bring her by the precinct to formally introduce her soon. Just not tonight, ladies.”

“Bachelorette parties are the best. I’m looking forward to mine,” Upton sighed.

“Jay should be worried if Burgess is throwing it. I’ll see you two tomorrow. Let me get my sleepy baby to a comfortable bed.”

You had slept the entire ride to and from the precinct. Kevin carried you into his home, taking you straight to the master bathroom. You began to stir as he placed you on top of the vanity.

“How long was I out,” you groaned.

“About an hour,” his lips brushed against your forehead. “Do you think you can handle showering on your own? Or do you want me to help you, love?”

“I want cuddles in the shower. Shit! I don’t have my overnight bag. What about my hair,” you whined.

“You gon’ be good, sweetheart. One second.”

Kevin started opening cabinets and sitting items next to you on the vanity. His face spread into a shy smile when he saw you holding back tears.

“Why the watery eyes, mamas?”

“Two things. First of all, sir. Bless your parents. I’ve never had a man love me this way. Baby, you went and bought all my hair care products.”

The both of you looked lovingly at the pile on the counter. Kevin had purchased every single product you had in your bathroom. Everything you usually brought with you lay there.

“What was the second thing?”

“I’m an emotional drunk.”

“Yeah, I kind of guessed that,” he chuckled. “You can sleep in my clothes. I’d prefer you slept naked, but that’s up to you,” he licked his lips.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“If I’ve sobered up enough for you to slide up in it,” you purred.

“I’d say you’re thinking pretty clearly, love. Let’s get cleaned up. I’m starving, and I got a taste for something sweet.”

“Yeah,” you questioned breathlessly.

Kevin stepped between your thighs, kissing you hungrily. Releasing your lips a few moments later, his hand brushed against the outside of your shorts. “Yeah. It’s nice, soft, juicy, and delicious. You gon’ give me a taste, love?”

“Start the shower before I come all over this counter.”

Hours later, the two of you lay in bed panting and satiated. The room rested in a comfortable silence. Your head rested on Kevin’s chest as his fingertips drew patterns against your naked skin. His lips left a litany of kisses across your temple. He pulled in a breath before speaking.

“Baby girl,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“Move in with me. I want to build a life with you. I know it’s only been six months-.”

“Yes.”

“I wanted to ask you another question, though,” he playfully scolded, giving your butt a light tap.

You looked at him and smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry, continue, baby. Either way, the answer is yes.”

“Cool. So we’re getting married then?”

“Ye-wait. What?”

Kevin flipped you both. Lying on top of you, he brushed the hair from your face.

“Marry me, mamas? I know it’s way too soon-.”

You kissed him to shut him up. It lasted long enough to calm his fluttering heart.

“Yes.”

Without another word, he kissed you hard, stealing your breath. Tender touches morphed into desperate touches. In an instant, the room filled with pants and moans as he slipped back into you. Thrust mirroring thrust, as Kevin drove you to the brink of ecstasy until your tired body would no longer allow it. He littered your face with kisses as the both of you whispered words of affirmation until sleep claimed you both.

The aching in your bladder woke you as the morning sun crept into the bedroom. Not wanting to wake your sleeping giant, you wiggled free. Tip-toeing into the bathroom, you quickly relieved yourself and washed your hands. You unboxed one of the toothbrushes Kevin bought, quietly falling into your morning routine. Standing in the mirror brushing your teeth, your free hand brushed curls from your face, and you froze. The toothbrush dangled in your mouth as you stared into the mirror, shock written on your face. Hand frozen mid-air, you gawked at the beautiful diamond sparkling on your ring finger. You startled as a voice sounded behind you. Kevin stood in the doorway, muscles rippling, in all his naked glory, staring at you in the mirror. He walked up behind you, pressing his chest to your back, and whispered against your neck, “I always come prepared, baby girl. Notice it’s the correct size and the cut you like. Do I know my woman or what,” he bragged, finishing with kisses to your throat.

Throwing a finger in the air, you quickly rinsed your mouth and toothbrush. You placed the brush in the holder as you spun around, snatching Kevin’s hand. Pulling him back toward the bedroom, he questioned, “Where are we going, love?”

“Back to bed. I’m going to suck the soul out of you. Then I’m taking my ass to the kitchen and cooking you breakfast in bed.”

Fuck I love this woman.

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klaprisun · 6 months ago

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One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 20: Haley's POV

A bright flash of light followed by a click wakes me with a start from my slumber I didn't even know I fell into. When I opened my eyes, I noticed I'm looking at the coffee table that's in our living room. I furrow my brows in confusion as to why I am on the couch.

Before even getting up, I can already feel my whole body aching, along with my head pounding in pain. Although, I feel a slow up and down motion coming from under my head. I sit up a little too fast because my head throbs in extreme pain.

"Owwww!" I whine while grabbing my head. When I look down at what I was laying on, it was not a sight I was expecting. I let out a gasp and cover my mouth in disbelief.

Danny is sprawled out on the couch under me. Arms flailed in either direction with one hanging off the edge and one draped over the arm of the couch behind her head. Her mouth is hung open, drool nearly escaping from the corner of her mouth. Her clothes are disheveled and wrinkled with the hem of her tank top rolled up, exposing her perfectly toned stomach.

What really gets me though, is her mouth, cheeks, and neck are absolutely smeared with pink lipstick. MY pink lipstick. Along with the lipstick on her collarbone, I notice a few purple blotches forming on her skin. Hickeys.

Jumping up from the way I was sitting and straddling Danny's waist on the couch, I took several steps back, still covering my mouth with my hand.

"Good thing you'll never forget this moment now!" Emily sings as she hands me my camera.

"You took a picture?!" I hiss back, trying to be quiet so as to not wake Danny. My head also hurts too much for loud noises right now anyway.

"Sure did. You're welcome," Emily laughs as she walks away.

Frantically, I start pacing back and forth along the hardwood floor. I don't know what to do about Danny.

Will she remember anything that happened? I think to myself. Part of me hopes she does because I don't remember anything at all. I want someone to inform me of whatever went on last night because the aftermath is quite suggestive.

I take another, guilty pleasure look at Danny sprawled out on the couch. Everything about her is so breathtaking that it's hard to pull my gaze away. To me, she has always seemed like a goddess. The feelings that started to form when she first moved to Pelican Town I knew were not jealousy. I knew I didn't want to be like her, or have her hairstyle, or anything like that. That feeling was one that yearned to be WITH her which is something I've never felt before.

When I first got to see her personality, it made my thoughts and feelings intensify. Somehow, she manages to be gorgeous, kind, hot, and respectful all at the same time. This girl single handedly made me question my entire sexuality.

Sure I have occasionally checked out another girl when I visit Zuzu City or have thought about kissing them, but I thought all girls did that. I thought it was normal. But, I also liked being with Alex and making out with random guys at the bar, or so I thought. All of my experiences with guys are just incomparable now that Danny has entered my life. There just seems to be a brighter spark when I'm around her, one I've never felt with a guy.

A small stir from the couch snaps me out of my thoughts. Panicked and without thinking, I darted into the bathroom and shut the door. I dramatically slide down the back of it and land, butt first, on the cold floor. I scrunch my knees up to my chest and start bawling hysterically into my knees.

"Why did my first time hooking up with a girl have to be when I'm drunk?" I sob, muffled by my knees, "Why did I have to forget everything that happened... and why did it have to be with Danny?" I begin to cry louder, unable to control the sobs.

A small knock beckons from the other side of the door. I inhale deeply, trying to stop the tears so I can answer the door. When I think I'm okay, I stand and turn the knob of the door.

"Are you okay?" Danny whispers, squinting from the bright, morning light.

For some reason, that absolutely broke me. I burst into a fit of tears once again and went to shut the door on her. She shoves her foot against the door to stop it from closing, catching me off guard. Since I was still trying to process what she did, she makes her move and slides into the bathroom with me. She shut the door behind her and went to lean on the bathroom sink which is directly in front of me.

Still blubbering in my tears, I turn my face away so she can't see the hot mess of a state I'm in.

"Why'd you try to shut the door on me, Haley?" Danny quietly asks me. I go to answer her, but just can't make the words form in my mouth. All that comes out are air hungry gasps.

Danny pats the ledge of the bathtub that's next to the sink, urging me to take a seat. With my arms folded across my chest, I obediently took a seat where she patted.

I try to calm down so I can explain everything to her, but every time I look at Danny's lipstick stained face, I begin to cry again.

Giving up on trying to speak, I walk over to Danny and grab her by the shoulders. I spin her around so she is face to face with the mirror above the sink. This is also the first time I have looked in the mirror since waking up as well.

The two of us stood there silently, staring at the reflection of whatever had gone on the night before. Not only did Danny have lipstick all over her, but I had it smeared all over my face as well. My hair is a rat's nest, and there are mascara stains running down my cheeks from all my crying.

I watch as Danny brings a hand up to her collarbone and brushes her fingers over the hickeys. I watch as a wave of sadness washes over her face.

"I don't remember... anything..." she chokes, voice breaking mid sentence ever so slightly. Our reflections lock eyes with one another, neither one of us turning to look at the other face to face.

Her saying that completely broke my heart, more than it already was. Neither of us will get to know what went on or how it even started in the first place.

"I'm sorry," I managed to get out. I break eye contact to look down at the floor in shame, tears still threatening to escape from my eyes.

"Oh no no no what are you sorry for?" Danny concerningly bends over and cups my cheeks in her hands. Using my finger, I motion a circle around her head and neck.

"Ah don't worry about it. Most of this can wash off. Speaking of, let's get you cleaned up as well." Danny turns the handle of the sink to get the water running, but I hesitate. Feeling my stomach start bubbling uncomfortably, I scurry to the toilet and drop to my knees. Danny immediately clues in and rushes over to pull back my tangled mess of hair.

The pain and uncomfortableness of my stomach causes me to start crying again. Danny had started rubbing cold water from the sink on the back of my neck, trying to help.

"Do you want some ginger ale? I can go grab you some-" Danny started to walk to the door but I grabbed her ankle and tugged her back, shaking my head. I didn't want to be alone right now.

She decided to join me by sitting on the ground, but was leaning against the side of the tub with her legs stretched in front of her. I was still balled up near the toilet.

"I never want to be that drunk again," I squeak quietly, but still loud enough for her to hear. My comment caused her to let out a chuckle. Her laugh is so contagious, that it got me laughing too.

"Are you too okay in there?" Emily yells through the door.

"Yes we are," The two of us respond in unison.

"My shift at the saloon starts soon. I just thought I'd let you guys know in case you are wondering where I am... unlikely... but just in case. See you later!" she yells through the door again. We hear her footsteps walk away from the door.

"Are you feeling good enough to get washed up now?" Danny questions me. I give her a nod in response.

She stands up, turns, and helps me get on my feet. She holds her hand out and I grasp it tightly, putting all my weight on her hand. She pulls me up and walks me to the sink.

She finds a washcloth hanging up on a towel rack and dampens in the water. She begins to wipe the mascara and lipstick stains from my face, making sure to get every last mark. She does a little nod of satisfaction when she seems to have finished.

I take the washcloth from her hand and start doing the same to her face. When all the pink lipstick smears have been washed away, the hickeys look even more prominent and visible. Hopefully Danny can figure out how to cover them up.

"I better go now and let you get in the shower. I just know you're dying to do so. I don't blame you, I'm going to go home and do the same thing," Danny says as she opens the bathroom door to leave. She pauses in the doorway for a second, seemingly deep in thought. She makes eye contact with me one last time, but then walks out of the bathroom.

I have no idea what is going to happen between the two of us after today. I almost don't even want to think about it. But I can't help feeling some sort of hope?

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honey-crypt · 5 months ago

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Hi, could I please request reactions to a Farmer with a tick? The best way I could describe it is imagine them making a random noise and scrunching like they got shocked.

a/n: i’ll do both the bachelors & bachelorettes since you didn’t specify, enjoy!

★ the sdv bachelors & bachelorettes’ reaction to the farmer with a tic ★

you’re spending time with one of stardew valley’s most eligible singles on your farm. the two of you are joining some refreshing homemade lemonade when suddenly you tic, a full body shiver accompanied with a head jerk and a “woo!” sound. your guest reacts as so:

abigail

★ she has her own tics so she’s not surprised at all when yours goes off

★ however, this causes a chain reaction where your tic sets off her tic and so on, it’s actually quite funny

★ it takes a good few minutes of you two setting off one another’s tics before it finally subdues

alex

★ bro is very confused and a tad bit startled by your tic

★ “uhhhh what was that? are you ok??”

★ after you explain to him about your tic, he gives you a thumbs up and has more lemonade

elliott

★ he has met a few folks in his old home that had tics like yours

★ continues on his business of chatting with you after your tic stops

★ he reassures you that he’s not “turned off” by your tic but instead acknowledges it as just a part of your “lovely self”

emily

★ she has a tic of her own but yours doesn’t set hers off, thankfully

★ “oh, i didn’t know you have a tic, too!”

★ the two of you have a nice conversation about it and find solace in one another for understanding the experience of having a tic

haley

★ she’s not fazed too much because emily has a tic

★ however, it still catches her off guard because yours is much louder than emily’s

★ does her best to reassure you that she’s not upset at your tic and it’s a bit awkward but ultimately she gets her point across

harvey

★ “oh! farmer, do you have tourette’s?”

★ the doctor in him kicks into high gear

★ tries to give you more lemonade to cool off because he’s worried that he overwhelmed you somehow and that’s why your tic went off

leah

★ didn’t realize your tic went off until you apologized to her for it

★ she dismisses your worries with a smile and explains how she had gotten used to tics because her little brother had one

★ “never apologize for who you are!”

maru

★ like harvey, she’s aware of tics from a purely medical standpoint

★ asks if you’re okay and if you need anything in the event you’re overwhelmed or experiencing a stressor

★ doesn’t really make a big deal out of it

sam

★ bro has stars in his eyes because you tic just like him!!!

★ his doesn’t go off because of yours but he starts rambling about how you both have almost identical tics

★ he’s just a happy guy who thinks you’re neat with your tic

sebastian

★ no reaction, not fazed at all

★ both sam and abigail have tics so he’s very used to it, they’re almost second nature to him

★ kinda gives you a pat on the shoulder and continues drinking his lemonade

shane

★ “what the fuck???”

★ he looks at you like a demon just possessed you

★ relaxes after you explain but he’s still kinda startled and needs time to process what just happened

penny

★ “oh my!”

★ she’s taken aback by your tic but doesn’t freak out or anything, vincent talks about sam’s tics after all

★ she gives you a smile and states that she’s here if you need anything, since tics can worsen when a person’s stressed

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sekai-sick · 7 months ago

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I saw the Emily 8 hearts event recently and it gave me the idea of this fanfic.

This is pure fluff with some anxiety (maybe angst ?)

I didn't write fanfic for YEARS and I never wrote in english, it's not my first language. I'm sorry if there're some mistakes . I tried to keep it genderless so everyone can enjoy it !

Emily convince you to show the world your talents because she feels that there's a part of you that need to be revealed. But what if this was a bad idea ?

Name : To get out from the shell

Farmer x Harvey

Fluff, Anxiety, Angst.

2.1k words.

Your thoughts just before being on stage were like, "Why the heck did I accept this?"

Your entire body is shaking for so many reasons: you've never ever talked about your interest in singing, you've never sung in front of anyone else besides your pets, and you've never been on stage before. And that's a lot. You silently pray just to be able to not have a panic attack.

The background noise slowly disappears, and you hear Emily come to the stage to announce you.

"My dear friends, let's continue the show! I'm really excited to see what's next, and I think we'll be surprised. Let's dive into something... lighter."

You hear people starting to applaud, a sign that it's your time. Okay, breathe. Everything will be fine.

The red curtain opens, and you are a little confused by the beam of light right in your face. You blink to try to focus, but you can barely see people in front of you. Not a bad thing, actually. You see a silhouette move to the piano, which is on your left. You finally recognize Elliott in a beautiful white suit, his hair gently tied on one side of his head. His show was to illustrate his skills on the piano, and he is really good. When you asked him a few days ago if he would like to accompany you for your show, he was almost more enthusiastic than you. He really loves art in its entirety.

He plays a few notes to gather all the attention from people and looks at you. You take a deep breath and make a sign to Elliott that, yes, it's time to start. You close your eyes, waiting for the first notes.

A lovely melody echoes, making everyone look at the scene. Finally, you start to share your voice with people. Deep inside, you've always wanted that, but you're not as confident as you wish, so you've kept that side of you hidden for many years. So hidden that, in the Saloon, kind of an effervescence is rising with one question in all minds: Who are you?

Everyone starts to discuss who they're watching except one of them, too marvelled to even talk. Harvey is completely amazed by this view. Everything is so clear, so pure: the melody, this voice of kindness, the moves are smooth and elegant; he - and all the people actually - never heard something like this before.

Suddenly, he was distracted by Haley and Alex who were next to him.

"Just look carefully at the room. Two people are missing. First is Elliott, and he is the pianist. So, and I can tell you that the second is our farmer!"

Time almost stops when Harvey understood that yes, this beautiful creature with this angelic voice in front of him is you, his dearest farmer. With wide-eyes and an open mouth, his glass of whiskey nearly drops from his hand.

Apparently, he is not the only one to not recognize you at first. A bunch of emotions make him blush, and he feels a pleasant heat in his chest, almost shivering. Every note and move suit you so well like... You've done this all your life?

But why did you never tell him that you like to sing? Harvey knows that he is quickly overwhelmed when he loses his capacities to think clearly, and he felt his anxiety rise slowly. He learned to know you so well since you moved in Pelican Town. Seeing how well you treat him with coffee and homemade pickles lets him think that maybe he can allow himself to feel, when he shares some moments with you. But now, he is just worried that you're not really yourself with him.

Maybe you didn't want to show this to him? Maybe only the closest people know this? No, this is the voice of his anxiety, and he must not believe it. This is only because you're surely ashamed of that part of you. You're just too shy or you don't believe in yourself enough. But... Really, there's nothing to hide.

The song ended smoothly, the final notes like faraway echoes. You were pretty proud of yourself because you didn't think you've messed up. However, it's a full silence that you were facing. You never thought that silence, which you usually love, can be so icy.

Lights are back in the Saloon, and someone turns off the spotlight that blinds you. You hesitate to open your eyes because you don't understand why there is no sound, no reaction. Nothing but your heart, close to exploding.

Why? Are they disappointed? You don't want this, you don't want to open your eyes already wet from tears. This was surely the worst idea ever, and you just want to run away. You never want to see them all again. Your trust in people was as fragile as your confidence, and you tell yourself that you'll never ever trust someone. There's a storm in your mind right now, and you really don't know how to escape.

But then, a sound. A clap. And then another. And another. You immediately look up at where the claps come from, and you see something that will be stuck in your head and your heart for ages.

You see the doctor standing alone, applauding you, with a warm smile on his face. It was like a warm sunlight on the skin on a freezing day.

In no words, you saw everyone in the Saloon stand up and applaud you. Sam even whistles, which makes you laugh. You were so moved that you only tilt your head to thank everyone, and you look at Elliott who was amazing and thank him too.

You were the last on the show. It's 12 am now, and you're exhausted by the emotional roller coaster of tonight. You took some time to change your clothes and wear your typical farmer outfit. This is more comfortable, more you. When you came back in the room, only Emily's left. When she heard you, she stops to clean up and ran into you.

"You were absolutely stunning tonight!"

"Thank you, Emily. I thought that my heart stopped, I was terrified."

"Everyone was so amazed that we even didn't understand when your performance ended."

Emily came closer to you and took your hand in hers. She looked at you with sparkling eyes.

"Really, you were beautiful. And, you needed to do it. Right?"

"Emily, I really wanted to -"

"Emily, do you need help to clean? Oh. Am I interrupting something?"

Clint had entered the Saloon and was staring at Emily's hands.

You looked at Clint, then Emily, then Clint, without understanding what he meant. You didn't have any time to answer before Clint left the room.

"Okay, I'll leave now. Congrats. Come Harvey, we're too much here."

You felt something break in your chest when you saw Harvey in front of the door, with all the world's sorrow on his face. Clint put his hand on his shoulder while walking away. Harvey looks at you a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something but turned around and followed Clint's path.

This was in a few seconds, and you didn't have time to process what happened. You let go of Emily's hand without a word, without doing anything.

"What... Just happened?"

"Well... I only have a question for you. What does Harvey mean to you?"

You looked at Emily who was looking at the door, realizing that all of this was a big misunderstanding.

"I- ... I love him. More than many things in this world."

"You need to go then. Go catch him. Hurry up!"

"But I -"

"Don't worry about the Saloon or Clint, I'll do this myself later."

"Thank you, Emily. For this and for tonight."

Emily smiled at you as you started to run to find Harvey. The clinic was not that far, so you were at his door in no time. Your heart was drumming against your chest again, and you prayed to Yoba that Harvey will listen to you. You knocked at the door. Once. Twice. You heard something around you but still no answer.

"Harvey, can you open the door? I know you're there."

This freezing silence. Again. And the door didn't open.

"I'm- I think that you're wrong about what you saw at the Saloon with Emily. I just want to explain... Please... Can you at least listen? Even if you don't want to see me?"

"And what do you need to explain? That was clear to me."

You turned around and saw Harvey standing behind you, in the middle of the night. You could only see half of his face with the smooth light of the town. You know that he's only a few miles away, but his voice, strict and distant, made a tight knot inside you. You started to come closer to him; you need to feel his warmth.

"No, really, I don't think you understand... I -"

"Why you never tell me that you like to sing? Does Emily know it?"

"Emily? No, she didn't know until tonight, and well, I'm... I think that I was not in confidence enough to-"

"Oh, so you don't trust me?"

You stopped a few steps from him as your vision became blurry with tears. How this day turned into a nightmare. It was meant to be amazing, and in the end, your world is about to crack. You try to hide your emotions, but your voice betrayed you.

"What? Why? Why do you think that? What did I do?"

"I don't know, think about it yourself. You're surely smart enough to find."

You're almost shocked by the Harvey you have in front of you. He is so cold, so different than the sweet and pleasant doctor. He often says that he's not really the same when he's angry or worried. He confesses that his anxiety is a real monster for him because he knows that he can hurt people around him in his bad times. And that's why he didn't want to be emotionally involved anymore. You didn't believe him because "Harvey, it's impossible for you to hurt people. You're a doctor, remember?" you said. But now that he's right in front of you, his shadow talking for him, you understand that he was right. And that he only needs to be heartened.

"I'm smart enough to say that I finally understand when you said that you're not the same when your monster comes. And I'm here for you if you want to talk about it."

Harvey did not answer right away; it seems that you guessed right.

"You were gorgeous tonight. But also, you were so... Different. I was amazed by you at first sight but also... So scared by you. I thought that I knew you well but I guess I was wrong"

"You think that I'm not real when I'm with you? Because I've never told you."

"I didn't even recognize you. It's only when I heard Alex say that it's you that I realized. I was overwhelmed. I had so many emotions in my head, and I-"

"I was ashamed. Because I'm not confident enough to face this world. I was almost broken at the end when I didn't hear any sound. I promised myself to never be on stage again. And then, you were here, Harvey. You were the first to get up and applaud. I don't know if I can ask you why, but you really were my guiding light at this moment."

Harvey didn't move when you came closer to him while you were talking. He looked down at you as you took his hands in yours. He's cold, and his body is shaking. You look at him with a gentle smile and a few tears on your cheeks.

"Thank you, Harvey."

You saw Harvey's expression become lighter, as if his anxiety monster has disappeared. He looked at you a few seconds before to drop your hand and hug you with all his body glued to yours. He put an arm around your shoulders and the other around your head. As he's taller than you, your head was on his chest and his, on your neck.

"Tell me. Please, tell me that I'm not too much involved again."

"We, are. But I promised you that this time nobody will be hurt."

Harvey hugs you a little harder before releasing his embrace and taking your head in his hands and raising it up to look at you. You finally find his beautiful and calm eyes again. Those eyes that make you melt when you dive in.

"Will you listen to me if I sing how much I love you?"

"I will be listening forever."

Harvey almost whispers as his lips are getting closer to yours. He gives you a soft but intense kiss that makes your heart explode with joy and love.

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oopwoop · 1 year ago

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The Bug Collector

e!1610 Miles x gn! reader

warnings: none, just fluff! no commentary or use of y/n.

based on the song The Bug Collector by Hayley Heynderickx. i loved writing this sm!

It was unusual for Miles to be over, always busy doing who knows what, according to you. Nonetheless, he was still there, cuddling with you on your bed.

Moments like this were few and far between, with his parents (mainly Mama Rio) being lovingly overbearing and hesitant about letting you two together alone. It took weeks of Miles begging his parents to let him go over, or at least have you come over. Luckily, they allowed him to go over to yours. It was a surprise, especially because your own parents were away at work.

It was quiet in the room, the only noise coming from the rain on the window and the soft giggles coming from both of you. That was until you got up to grab a sweater from your floor, a shriek coming from you seconds after you grabbed the item. It alerted Miles, causing him to get up quickly and walk over to you.

He looked down and noticed what you were staring at with wide eyes, chuckling as you hid behind him and yelled at him to kill it, that it’s out to get you. He told you everything was okay, that it was just a centipede. Sure, it had a ton of little legs but it was a harmless bug and was probably just as scared, if not more.

Miles opened the window, feeling the soft sprinkle falling from the sky land on his hands as he opened it before walking back towards the centipede. He did his best to carefully and swiftly pick it up, carrying it over to the windowsill and placing it down. He watched as it crawled away and shut the window. Turning to you, he laughed at the disgusted look on your face. He pulled you back into the bed with him, his grip not loosening as you attempted to push him away, claiming he had bug germs on him and is all gross now.

Oh how he loved these moments with you. How he loved you.. he’d make every morning perfect for you if he could.

The next bug encounter happened when Miles came over to pick you up for a date. It wasn’t a surprise when you still weren’t ready, not having taken a shower and we’re still dressed in your pajamas.

You told him to wait in your room as you hurried to grab clothes and take a shower. It wasn’t even a minute later that you came rushing back into the room, still fully dressed as you tugged Miles up and towards the bathroom.

He was confused. Why had you dragged him to the bathroom? What was going on? Why were you so frantic? It was until you pointed at the bathtub, stating that there was a bug in it and ‘no way were you going to take a shower with that thing in there’.

He asked why you were so scared, it was just a praying mantis. They’re kind of cute, they look like leaves. Though, you swore it wasn’t. That it had to have been a priest from a past life and it was coming back to get you. Miles chuckled at your antics and went to grab a spare, cleaned out jam jar to put it in.

It was a new pet for you guys to share, he’d claim. You’d be parents for it now and you could see how nice it was, that it wasn’t out to get you. He’d make sure to poke holes into the top so the praying mantis could breathe. He’d do anything to show you that nothing could get you, that’d he’d do anything to make your evening perfect, even if it entailed keeping a mantis as a pet.

At this point, Miles might as well start calling himself the Bug Collector with all these bugs he’s been catching for you. First it was a centipede, then a praying mantis, a lady bug, a spider, and the list went on. Now here he is, in your living room as you scream over another bug. A millipede this time.

He saw as you jumped up onto the couch, trying to get as far away from it as possible. You looked terrified and his first instinct was to comfort you and ask what’s wrong. He couldn’t help himself when he chuckled at your theatrics, though he decided to humor you.

He felt genuine laughter and happiness when he saw your reaction to his teasing, pulling him up onto the couch with you. The millipede must be out to kill you both, especially since Miles agreed that it was staring with a vengeance as well.

Miles told you everything would be alright, that the bug can’t hurt you. Even if it could, he wouldn’t let it. He’ll do anything to make your morning perfect. Your evening, night, whatever it may. He’ll prove to you that nothing is out to get you, he doesn’t care if it involves getting rid of bugs with a thousand little legs. As long as you feel safe.

#Spotify #across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales x reader #fanfic

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years ago

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Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Seventeen

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends!!

Thank you so much for the love on the last chapter, this one is a little softer following the one with Karl last chapter. <3

Also, I know in canon that Haley's birthday is in July...but canon doesn't matter here haha

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Warnings: Mentions of blood in this chapter

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December 2008

“My head hurts.”

Aaron smiles fondly as he holds an icepack to Emily’s forehead, squeezing her leg sympathetically with his other hand as she winces.

“That will happen when you get hit in the head by the butt of a gun.”

She groans as she leans into him, the thin mattress of the hospital gurney shifting under them, “It’s probably a concussion,” she complains, “I hate concussions.”

He kisses her temple and pulls away from her, “For someone who hates concussions, you sure do get them a lot.”

She tries to narrow her eyes at him, but it only makes her head hurt more. “Mean.”

He kisses the side of her head again and apologises against her skin. He rests his forehead against her temple and sighs, breathing in the scent of her, the usual smell of her shampoo tinged with the metallic stench of blood. He feels guilt spread through him, wrapping itself around his throat in an attempt to choke him. He’d been seconds away from stopping her from getting hurt. It made him feel useless, irritation at himself burning in his blood.

“It isn’t your fault,” Emily says quietly. He pulls away to look at her, and is met by a soft smile, her eyes full of nothing but affection for him, “You couldn’t have stopped him.”

“If I was quicker-”

“If you were quicker, maybe he would have used the other end of the gun and we’d be worse off,” she says, shrugging one of her shoulders, “I’m ok, honey. My head hurts like hell, but I’m ok.”

He sighs and nods sharply, knowing this wasn’t the place to argue with her about this. That she’d only get mad at him if he let her know the extent of how much he was blaming himself for this, how much he wished he could protect her, even though she would insist she didn’t need it.

“Want me to hold your hand whilst you get your stitches?” He asks, pulling away the icepack to look at her forehead again, grimacing at the gash on her forehead.

She glares at him, and is about to rebuke his offer, to remind him she’s a grown woman and doesn’t need him to hold her hand, but then she looks at him. Sees how he’s barely holding himself together, how he’s so clearly still blaming himself for something he couldn’t have stopped. She might not need him to hold her hand, but he needed to hold hers.

“I’d like that,” she says, reaching out for his free hand and squeezing it, linking their fingers together. A thought occurs to her and she groans, leaning further into him.

“What, sweetheart?”

“I have a concussion and the Christmas party is in four days,” she says as if it is obvious, rolling her eyes at him when he looks confused, “I’m not going to be able to drink.”

He chuckles and leans down to kiss her before he kisses the tip of her nose before he pulls away.

“It’s ok, sweetheart. I’ll make out with you in the supply closet whether you get to drink Garcia’s spiked punch or not.”

___

Ever since the case with Katie Jacobs, Emily had been oddly wary of malls. She couldn’t help but think of the eerie silence of a place that was usually bustling with noise and people as they desperately searched for the missing little girl. She’d think of the things they learnt about Katie’s life, and how she was failed by the people who should have helped protect her.

“Emmy, you’re holding my hand too tight.”

She looks down at Jack, the four-year-old staring up at her, and she realises just how much she was gripping his hand. She loosens her hold on him just a little and smiles apologetically as she tries to swallow down the fear she knows she can’t explain to him.

“Sorry, honey,” she says as they walk slowly, since Jack had insisted he could walk himself and didn’t need carrying, “I just don’t want to lose you, that’s all.”

“You won’t lose me,” he says confidently, “You look after me.”

It still shocked her sometimes how much she loved this little boy. How he made her heart feel full in a way she didn’t know was possible. She hoped that one day when he was older, she’d be able to tell him that he was the reason she knew she could have kids of her own, that she wouldn’t turn into her mother.

She laughs and nods, “You’re right, Jack,” she makes sure they are out of the way and aren’t impeding the flow of people walking around them on a busy Saturday, “You remember why we’re here, right?”

“It’s Mommy’s birthday!”

“Exactly, and we need to get her a present from you,” she moves to stand up straight but Jack stops her, his hands gripping at the collar of her jacket. She smiles as he grabs his arms around her neck, “You want me to carry you?” He nods sheepishly and she shakes her head lovingly at him, kissing his cheek as she lifts him, effortlessly settling him onto her hip.

Buying a birthday present for her fiancé’s ex-wife wasn’t something she ever saw herself doing. Aaron had taken Jack last year, something she had not so gently encouraged as soon as she found out Haley’s birthday was coming up. Emily knew from experience that single mothers were often forgotten, which had become clear to her on her mother’s first birthday after her dad left. Just a solitary card and a bunch of grocery store flowers Emily had purchased on the way home from school.

It was the first time she realised how truly lonely they were.

Haley, and Jack, deserved better than that.

This year Aaron had been called into work by Strauss, something Emily was sure he hadn’t resisted too much since she knew that no matter how much she didn’t enjoy the mall when it was this busy, his hatred for it was ten-fold. She had playfully rolled her eyes at him as he half-heartedly offered to re-arrange the shopping trip for Jack, and kissed his cheek as she made it clear he owed her. Especially since it was the holiday season, Thanksgiving and Christmas both approaching.

She adjusts Jack on her hip and grimaces slightly at the smell of the greasy food lingering in the air of the mall as they walk deeper into it, her stomach turning at the thought of a slice of pizza that had been left out on the counter under a warming lamp since first thing that morning.

“So, what are you thinking, sweetie?” She asks, turning her attention to Jack, “What shall we get Mommy for her birthday?”

Jack shrugs, his attention on her necklace as he fiddles with the chain, “I don’t know.”

She smiles and thinks about Aaron’s warning before he left that morning, how his son had apparently picked up his complete lack of interest in shopping. It was one of the many reasons she bought Aaron’s clothes for him now, the neatly arranged shirts in their closest almost entirely ones she had chosen.

“Ok let’s think about it,” she says walking along slowly, looking at all of the stores to try and spark an idea in her mind, “What’s your favourite thing about Mommy?”

Jack frowns as he thinks, looking entirely like a mini version of Aaron, before he replies, “She always smells nice.”

She spots a perfume store a few stores down and smiles. She knew which one Haley used, the bottle on display in the main bathroom in the house she once shared with Aaron, and she starts to walk in that direction.

“I know exactly what we can get her.”

___

Emily smiles as she stands up straight, arms wrapping around her from behind as she closes the, now full, dishwasher.

“As always, your timing is incredible,” she jokes, placing her hand over his on her hip and linking their fingers together.

“I cooked,” he replies, kissing her temple, breathing her in after a long day.

“Jack went down ok?” She asks, settling back into him as she reaches for her glass of wine, taking a small sip before she passes it to him.

He nods, sipping the wine himself before he puts it down on the counter, “I think the mall wore him out,” he replies, “He almost fell asleep eating his dinner.”

She chuckles, “At least we managed to get the gift,” she says, “That was actually the easy part, he spent a long time choosing the gift wrap.”

Aaron laughs and holds her a little tighter, “How much do I owe you for that by the way?”

She shakes her head before turning it just enough to look at him, “Nothing.”

He sighs, “Em-”

“You don’t owe me anything, Aaron,” she says, pressing a kiss to his jawline, “We’re getting married, we’re going to start a family…that means we share everything.”

Finances had always been a bit of a sticking point for them. She owned the apartment outright when he moved in, although she had since had him added to the lease, and her trust fund meant neither of them would ever have to work again if they chose not to. It was a level of wealth he wasn’t used to, and she worried about what it would mean, what arguments they had ahead of them, when it come to them eventually trying to buy a house.

“You’re…” Aaron stops mid-sentence, his comment that her buying his ex-wife’s birthday present made him feel guilty lost as he presses his face into her neck as her usual scent, the smell of home, is replaced by something else. Something a little too familiar, “Do you…smell like my ex-wife?”

Emily groans and turns to look at him, her lips pressed into a thin line as she tries to suppress a smile, “The guy in the store insisted I tried the perfume before I bought it,” she explains, her smile breaking through at the look on his face, “I thought it was a little much to explain that I was buying it for my fiancé’s ex-wife,” she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer, unable to hide her amusement at the half-stunned, half-confused, look on his face, “Is it weird?”

He nods, clearing his throat as he carefully chooses his response, “It’s a little weird.”

She leans forward to kiss him, her lips quickly stamped against his, “Well, I could always go shower,” she kisses him again, lingering this time as he presses his hands firmer into her lower back, holding her closer, “You could help me wash it off.”

He hums, as if considering it, as if she couldn’t feel his interest in the idea pressing into her, “I suppose I do owe you for going to the mall alone today.”

She beams at him and kisses him once more, her tongue licking through his mouth this time, “Damn right you do.”

___

Aaron’s concentration is torn from his paperwork by a gentle knocking at his office door. He looks up to see JJ standing in the doorway, her eyebrows furrowed as she crosses her arms over her chest.

“JJ, is everything ok?”

She nods and clears her throat, “She specifically told me not to tell you…”

He knows that can only mean one thing and feels the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, and he drops his pen down onto his desk, “What’s happened, is Emily ok?”

“She’s fine, she’s in the bathroom,” JJ says, watching as he stands up, getting to the door in a few short strides, “She…has a nosebleed.”

“What?” He asks, walking past her down towards the bathrooms, his eyes flicking to his team's empty desks, “Was Reid doing some of his physics magic again? If he-”

“No it wasn’t Reid,” she says, walking quickly to keep up with him, “It just started out of nowhere. She said not to tell you,” she repeats, “But I knew you’d want to know.”

He thinks nothing of the fact he’s about to burst into the women’s bathroom, his concern for the woman he loves overriding everything else. He pauses as he spots the entire team standing outside of the bathroom door, Spencer reeling off facts loudly enough that he knows Emily would be able to hear it through the closed door.

“A common misconception about nosebleeds is that they are simply caused by trauma to the nose, but they can be caused by a number of things such as dry air, irritation-”

He pushes the door open and immediately sees her standing over the sink pinching her nose, a tissue gathered under her nostrils. There’s blood on her shirt and on her hands, and it makes his stomach flip. There's a pile of fresh tissue on the counter next to her, clearly quickly torn from one of the rolls in the bathroom stalls.

“I definitely feel irritated,” Emily mutters, her eyes flicking upwards as Aaron comes into view, his concern clear.

“High blood pressure and even-” Spencer continues, his voice even louder now the door was open.

“This is not a team activity, everybody out,” Emily cuts over him, her spare hand gripping Aaron’s sleeve as she holds him in place, “Not you. You can stay.”

Aaron waits until they are alone, the sound of the team's footsteps fading away, “Are you ok, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, just peachy,” she quips, and she looks back up at him, her face softening as she squeezes his arm a little, “Sorry, I’m ok. I promise,” she grimaces, “I think it’s slowing down.”

“Let me look,” he says, gently taking over her hold on her nose and the tissue she had balled up at the end of it. He pulls it away and picks up a fresh one, dabbing at the end of her nose and feeling relieved when he pulls it away and there’s no fresh blood, “It’s stopped.”

“Thank fuck for that,” she says as she stands up straight, turning to face him, “I was starting to get lightheaded standing like that.” He smiles at her and gently curls a finger under her chin, directing her to look at him. He delicately wipes at her nose, ridding her skin of the final smudges of blood. She watches him carefully, smiling at his concentration, at the quiet care he was showing her, “I’m ok, honey.”

“You had a nosebleed,” he says flatly, a tension in his shoulders that he only ever had on when she was hurt as if seeing her in anything he would consider pain physically hurt him too.

“And now it’s stopped,” she says, wrapping her hand around his wrist to gain his attention, smiling when he looks up at her, “I’m ok.”

He nods, balling up the tissue in his hand and throwing it into the trash can, “JJ said it just started out of nowhere?”

“Yeah,” she replies, wrapping her arms around him, “I was doing my paperwork and it just started bleeding.”

He chuckles, “You really will do anything to get out of paperwork.”

Her mouth drops open and she gasps in outrage, but her response is cut off as the door opens, another agent pushing the door open. Her eyes wide in shock at the sight of Aaron standing in the women’s bathroom. There’s a beat of silence and then Aaron clears his throat.

“Excuse me.”

He leaves the bathroom quickly, and Emily follows him, laughing as she gets out into the hallway, leaning against the wall to steady herself.��

“The look on your face,” she exclaims, still laughing as he glares at her, his hands on his hips, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment that he’d only ever let her see.

“Emily.”

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If felt right to make this chapter cute, because in canon it would be '100' and...well we all know what happens in that episode.

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masterwords · 2 years ago

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I've got a fluff request! Jack asking Hotch if Derek's going to live with them. So he isn't alone in bed, cause Haley and him are separated.

Two stories in one day? Must be the end of the year push to get to a nice even word count! My goal was 475k and I'm inching toward it little by little...so here, have about 2.3k words of SHOPPING. Pure fluff with a dash of angst, some Hotch & Dave best buddies time because it's been a while since I've written Dave. This story was inspired by how very confused Hotch's apartment decor is and how there is no other explanation outside of depression and allowing a toddler to take charge. Set in a vague post-divorce but pre-Foyet time when he still has some dim hope that his life will get better.

****** you worry too much******

Hotch's apartment was new. It smelled like fresh paint and chemical carpet cleaners. More than just professionally cleaned, the place had been torn out down to the studs and remodeled along with half of the building. Even some of the pipes were new, a treat the landlord impressed upon him many times when he'd toured the place. The cabinets came sealed with tape, proving that they'd been installed brand new, and the stacked washer/dryer combo still had the user manual taped to the front. Everything in the place was muted, Earth tones, beige and brown and cream and other shades of boring. He'd toured a number of places, including every single apartment recommended to him by his team. One was down the street from Penelope, but it was only a one bedroom, and if he had any hope of having Jack come and stay with him, he would need two. There was an opening in Emily's building but no one else there had children, most of the tenants were young and hip, not the type of place he saw himself living at this state of his life. Finally, he found this place, a building filled primarily with tenants at least as old as his parents, very few younger than retirement age, and just two blocks down was a quaint little park that he could walk to with Jack. It was a far cry from his beautiful home in Alexandria, but it suited his needs and it fit easily into the budget he'd set for himself. The muted walls were calm and boring, they made him feel nothing.

He liked that part. He'd never been fond of Haley's painted walls, the whims on which she'd acted in turning their dining room red or their bedroom blue. He preferred neutrals. But this felt almost clinical and it only served to bolster his already uncontrolled depression.

The first night in his new place, he'd cried. Not for any reason he could pinpoint either, just the finality of it. The lease signed with only his name, the quiet absence of life outside of his own barely beating heart, the noise of the neighbors next door talking quietly. The walls were thin, though his landlord assured him that once he had furniture inside it would cease to be quite so easy to hear his neighbors and they him. He rarely made noise, though. Quiet as a mouse, save for the crying he was doing as he sat on the couch with his grocery store pre-made salad and his plastic fork. He hadn't done much of it since he'd moved out of Haley's. A night or two with Dave at his place, a few nights in a hotel, and then there was Derek there to catch him when he fell and hold onto him until he found a place to call his own.

Now he'd had it for a couple of months but had done nothing with it. He'd been spending so many nights at Derek's that he'd almost forgotten he had a place of his own. But Haley insisted that as nice as Derek's house was and as kind as it was that Derek set up the spare room for Jack, the kid needed his father to be stable and that included having a place of his own.

“You wanna go do some shopping?” He needed plates, cups, bowls, pots, pans...really, he needed everything. Bedding, pictures, an entire bedroom set for Jack. He needed to buy a new life, because he'd left the old one in Haley's care. She'd insisted he take the couch and mattress from storage, and for now that was all he had in his entire place. One queen sized mattress on the floor of his bedroom and one rumpled old gray couch that made the trek with them back from Seattle because Haley insisted they might want it someday. He wondered if this was what she'd envisioned when she talked him into keeping it.

“YEAH!” Shopping was always an easy request. Hotch didn't care for it, but as he stood and looked around his apartment and thought about the way Haley had been hesitant to even leave Jack there, he knew it was high time. The couch and the frozen dinners were fine for him, but she was right. Jack needed to see that he was doing alright, and that would start with where he lived. Not where Derek lived.

The mall was busy. Too busy for his taste and he held a little too tight to his son's hand to keep him close. “Why the mall?” Dave asked, approaching the two of them with coffees in hand. Hotch hadn't exactly asked for Dave's help, but he hadn't turned it down either. The coffee was a nice bonus.

“I figured we could get it all done in one stop.”

“Ahh...smart.”

Hotch could feel the sarcasm from where he stood, and as he looked around at the sheer number of people traveling from store to store he wasn't feeling great about his decision. Their first stop was a home goods store that had plenty of trendy decorating schemes to choose from, whole entire display rooms he could purchase and not have to think even a little.

Jack hated all of it. “BOATS!” he squealed, pointing at a display wall of paintings. There were several different types of boats in thick ornate frames, and Jack stared at them with adoring eyes.

“What about them?” Hotch asked, crouching to speak with his son. He wasn't sure he had an aesthetic, necessarily, but of all things he thought boats would come low on the list.

“Like the ones at the beach!” Ah, yes. The boats at his family's beach home, of course. Jack had spent as many holidays there as time had allowed in his short life, and he'd developed quite a love for sitting on the end of the dock watching boats sail by. Hotch sighed.

“You think I need boat paintings?” Jack nodded, and that was it. He couldn't say no, even when Dave wondered aloud about the more abstract paintings, something a little more subtle.

“BOATS!” And Jack pointed at each painting he wanted, and that was it. Settled. Later he would add some knights, a key, some beautiful polished rocks for bookends...his car was filled with a scattered mix of random items and Dave was absolutely beside himself.

“Aaron,” Dave said quietly as he helped load the last of the paintings into the car. “I don't mean to be rude here, but you're a very eligible bachelor now. What kind of message does this décor scheme send to your dates? You bring a lady home, she walks inside and she sees...” he indicated the absurd spread in the back of the car with more than a little of that typical sarcasm. Hotch chuckled.

“I believe the message it sends is that I'm a sad, recent divorcee who doesn't know the first thing about decorating a home and let his toddler do it.”

“Going for the honest route, huh?”

“It's all I've got, Dave.”

“We can make it work. I say we go to Pottery Barn for Jack's bedding, but for you...you'll need to splurge. I insist. And I know just the place.”

Try as Dave might to get Jack to settle on one theme for his bedroom, the kid was predictably all over the place. Knights in shining armor, dinosaurs, sports motifs, a little of everything. Hotch didn't try to sway him, this divorce had been hard enough on all of them, the last thing he wanted to do was create a bedroom that Jack wouldn't want to sleep in. If the kid wanted it to be a wild mixture then so be it. Thinking back to his own childhood bedroom with its sparse white walls and dark wood trim, his neatly made bed, he thought this couldn't be anything but an upgrade. A bedroom that felt comfortable, that let him express who he was and how he felt, a bedroom that could get a little messy during play...it was one small thing he could do to ensure that Jack had it better than he ever did, in spite of his many shortcomings.

Their final stop was an upscale boutique, Dave's just the place. Hotch would never have even looked twice at the shop and here he was walking right into it with the intent to buy something he'd rather forget entirely. “Dave,” he pleaded when his friend held up a gaudy duvet in a pattern he could barely bring himself to look at for long. “That isn't me.”

“Okay, okay, here how about this one...” he pulled up a simple navy blue, rich and dark, luxurious. He ran his hand over the too soft fabric, the delicate way it almost felt like velvet but not quite. “Yeah. You like this one.”

“I do,” he said a little reverently before snapping out of it. “But Dave, I almost never sleep in my bed. This feels a little frivolous for something I would rarely use.”

“It's bedding, Aaron.” The implication that it was a necessity, that it wasn't a new toy, struck Hotch as a little off the mark. He hardly slept in his apartment, and even less did he sleep in his bed. More often he fell asleep at his desk or on the couch, somewhere that wasn't so wide open, somewhere that didn't quite showcase exactly how lonely he was.

And when he shared a bed, he did that at Derek's house. A place that was far and away more comfortable, better decorated, more livable than his own. Dave didn't know that, though.

He leveled his glare at Dave and ultimately gave in. “Fine.”

The sheets Dave pulled to go with it, bright white, had a higher thread count than Hotch knew what to do with. This was the stuff he would expect from a high end hotel, not for his home. But he allowed it because arguing with Dave was a lost cause, and it was either that or explain to Dave his very precarious situation with Derek. A situation they were both very keen on keeping under wraps, at least for a while longer. His divorce was barely final, and sure he'd been separated from Haley for a long time and things were more than settled, but it still felt like they were walking through a minefield. Haley had a boyfriend, too, it wasn't out of the question, and they were both doing their best to ease Jack into this new thing slowly.

He liked Derek, though. Liked him a lot. The transition was going about as smoothly as it could. “Daddy!” Jack chirped, tugging on his jacket. “Is Derek gonna move in with you?!” He was eyeing the fancy sheets with some wild thought twirling around in his little mind. Hotch could see the gears shifting and turning over ideas for how great things would be if. Always if. Wouldn't it be fun if Derek lived with you daddy? Then we could go to the park all the time cos Derek loves to play! Chalk that up to Derek being more or less an overgrown child, he'd figured, and at that time the answer was a pretty solid no. And it still was, mostly, but this bedding he was paying a heavy price for felt like the kind of thing you wanted to share with someone special. He could picture lying there staring at the luxurious royal blue against Derek's skin, diving beneath it, curling around each other inside of it.

“DADDY!”

“Yes, Jack?” he asked, as if he hadn't heard the question. He avoided Dave's look entirely though he knew if he did glance his direction, the man's eyebrows would be meeting his hairline.

“Derek could move in with you and then you wouldn't be lonely in your bed anymore!”

“Derek has his own house,” Hotch reminded his son casually, still avoiding Dave's piercing glare. He could feel a flush rising hot beneath his collar as he reached out for the receipt. “Thank you.”

The drive back to the mall, to drop Dave off at his car, was silent and awkward until about halfway when Dave could no longer stand it. “Why would Derek move in with you?”

“You know children,” Hotch attempted around his parched tongue. His vision was going spotty and he gripped the wheel tighter, glad for a red light.

“I do. And I know your child, he's not one to fabricate elaborate stories. Shall I ask him?”

“He's asleep.”

That much was true, Jack had almost instantly fallen asleep the minute the car began moving. Shopping had worn him out. Hotch couldn't blame him, he wanted a nap too...he hadn't slept a wink the night before.

“Aaron. Are you and Derek fraternizing?”

The way Dave said that word made him laugh, he simply couldn't help it, and that relaxed the coiled muscles in his shoulders, it released the tension in his jaw. “I suppose you could say that.”

“How long?”

“A while. It's complicated, Dave.”

“Well, that I believe. Does Haley know?”

“Yes, she's aware. We're moving slowly, both of us, for Jack. He doesn't seem to mind any of it though. In many ways, Jack is better at all of this than we are.”

“Aaron, why didn't you say something? I called you an eligible bachelor earlier and you didn't even react. Did you think I wouldn't approve?”

Hotch licked his dry lips and pulled into a parking spot, letting the engine idle. “Nothing like that. We simply weren't ready to make anything known. We're taking things slowly. This situation comes with many challenges, with my family and our jobs. Contrary to what Jack seems to think, Derek will not be moving in with us anytime soon.”

“Are you happy?” Dave asked, finally, turning toward Hotch.

“Yes,” he answered quickly and with a soft smile. “Very.”

“Well, then. Mazel tov. He's going to love that new bedding of yours...”

“Dave.”

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m323200 · 6 months ago

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3x05: My Rights

The epic 3-part finale to Isabella's past.

I'm glad how this went well.

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It's been one day ever since the argument. A lot can happen in one day. The house was crawling with noise. Everyone was there. This was like Full House times 5.

Aaron, Liliana, and Joe were chasing Lily, Evan kissing Haley, Claire, Phil, Gloria, and Cam trying to control the house, and Alex and Manny making breakfast. It was a crazy morning to remember.

Me, Will, Mitchell, and Luke were in the living room on how to make sure my "parents" don't get control over them.

Mitchell said, "One way is that you could adopt them or tell the truth about them. You know what they did. Will you also know. We basically got witnesses in this house.". Will, Evan, and my phone kept ringing. It was Logan and Charlotte.

I started to block them, Will and Evan just let it be. Evan tries to tell us that they won't go down without a fight. Will says to give the judge a hell of a speech. He started working on it.

Me, Luke, Will, Evan, Haley, and Mitchell started to leave. We went to his house because it was more quieter and less Shameless.

When we were still at the house we realized we were late. It was 4:00pm. We went here at 10:45 am. We started to run out. We changed quickly. We were messy, but professional.

We ran into the courtroom. "Sorry your honor, we were busy planning.", I said. I saw everyone. The judge said to just sit down. Luke whispered to me, "Remember, you're doing this for them. Making sure they are protected and safe".

I kept that in mind. The judge said if I have anything to say, say it now. I grab the paper, but then I crumbled it up. They were confused and didn't know what was happening.

"Your honor, when I was about 13/14, I went to my house after school. I didn't see no car there. I look inside the windows...no furniture. I had to call Luke. Then he told his family which told the police. They didn't know where they were or where they went. I was sitting in the curb with a blanket. Of course I cried, they left their child but kept the rest. I didn't know what to comprehend but the Dunphy's, the Pritchett's, the Delgado's, and Cam...they took me in. I had to adjust living with them...it was harder because I had to sleep in different houses for different days. Sure it felt weird, but they were nice, supportive, and caring. Therapy didn't help. Every time I talked, it felt like the pain would keep coming back, but every time I spent with Luke, he felt like I could trust him, that I belong with him. My mother's an addict and my dad's an alcoholic. From what I heard, they take what they get, they don't offer anything to anyone, if it's just there, they take it. In just these few weeks, I did what I can to help them. I wished that I could've done more. When they came back, they were going to take me and Joshua, I wasn't going to let that happen either way. I'm not asking for your pity or you admiration, I just want them to live a perfect life and not abandoned like how they did with me. They are great kids and don't deserve that.".

I cried almost at the end. But it was worth it. The judge said, "Mr and Mrs. Wheeler. From what I heard, you should be arrested.". Logan and Charlotte yelled at the judge. He yelled, "Silence!".

The judge told them and me to rise. He said, "You do know taking care of them would be a lot of work.". I told him that I know. And that I just want them to live a life they deserve.

The judge said, "Isabella Wheeler. You are now the official-". Evan and Will said, "Wait!". I was confused. Evan said, "Isabella, you got a great life coming your way. I know you're doing this for us but I know what you wanna become. We don't want you to give up your dream just for us."

Will said, "Your honor, will you be able to give us three rights to be their guardian." The judge said, "With your sibling love and determination to these kids, I'll allow it. You three share rights with them. Dream big kiddos. Now, go take your kids home". He pounded the gravel on the thing.

They all were excited. Logan and Charlotte were yelling, "You bitch! You won't get a life you deserve!". The judge said that they aren't allow to bother them again or else they will be arrested or transported out of the state of California.

They went to Jay and Gloria's to celebrate. Claire yelled, "Ice Cream sundaes for everyone!" They were all happy. Luke asked me if we could talk, I said yeah.

We stepped in the backyard, we had our feet in the pool. Luke asked, "What's your dream? They said they knew your dream...I was wondering, you never told me that.". I told him, "My dream is to be an actress. I wanted to be famous and hear my name across the world.". He thinks I should do that, but then again, there's a chance I won't see him much. I told him I'm thinking about it. He says that he supports me, but something tells me he's worried.

We stepped out the pool and dried our feet and went inside to have some ice cream sundaes. They're happy, we're happy, I'm happy that my fucking dip-shit, shitty parents aren't in my and in their life.

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I'm so glad their parents are long gone now.

Sorry it's short.

How was it.

Did you enjoy 3x03, 3x04 and this one, 3x05. It's sort of a three-parter.

#luke dunphy x female!reader #luke dunphy #gloria pritchett #phil dunphy #jay pritchett #claire dunphy #haley dunphy #modern family stories #alex dunphy

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deaddovecoterie · 4 years ago

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Haley

yes🥸

#*confused noises*#haleys asks #asks #anon asks

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demonlamb666 · 3 years ago

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Freak (yandere Tamaki Amajiki x reader)

This is my submission for The carnival collab! Thank you so much to everyone who has submitted something or plans to (๑>◡<๑)

Warnings: yandere themes, BNHA Victorian AU, freak show, bad treatment of people, slight misogyny if you squint, brief mentions of police violence, obsessive and worshipping behaviour, Tamaki is quite self deprecating, female reader (sorry guys, had to do it for historical context.)

Your shoes scraped against the cobblestone path as you wandered around the carnival, your eyebrows were raised and a permanent expression of disgust on your face. You weren’t sure what you expected when you came to this place like this, as nobility you’d never been permitted to come somewhere like this. But you were starting to understand why your tutors described it as unladylike, how could people view humans in cages as entertainment, simply because they had something unique about them? How could parents bring their children and buy them candy apples as they encouraged them to mock and abuse the “freaks.” You walked past the attractions, your gaze lingering on the fortune teller and strongman who were performing their impressive craft. The sound of yelling drew your attention and your head shot in the direction of the noise, you walked over to the commotion your curiosity leading the way and a sense of dread looming over you. A crowd of women in petticoats and men in fine suits had gathered in front of one of the tents and the ringmasters boisterous voice rung out eliciting whispers of excitement from the crowd. You pushed past people unconcerned of their annoyed grunts and threats, making your way to the front of the group and gasping slightly at the sight that greeted you. Huddled in the corner of a small cage attempting to bury his face in his arms was a dark haired man with pointed ears, he was about your age but instead of a healthy complexion his skin was pale and worn, his eyes wrinkled and tired. You watched helplessly with your discomfort growing as the crowd yelled abusive words in his direction causing him to flinch. The man looked up softly and you gasped as his dark eyes met yours. A thousand words were spoken in his sorrowful eyes and you felt your heart clench painfully, he continued staring at you but the voice of the ringmaster interrupted your thoughts and you unwillingly looked away as the crowd quietened down to a buzz of anticipation. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Welcome to Haley’s circus of freaks! The only place you’ll find anything quite as bizarre and chilling as what we have here!” You glanced back at the man in the cage empathy lacing your heart and smiled at him gently as you noticed him still looking at you. “Ladies and gentlemen I must warn you, you may be deeply disturbed by what you find at this attraction! This creatures been known to scare grown men and I must admit to never wishing to be alone with it! Now allow me to introduce, The Suneater!” The audience clapped and cheered the loud whoops of men trying to impress their dates filling the air with everyone awaiting to see what this man could do that would result in such a introduction and waiting with baited breath for the show to begin. You cursed them silently for their cruelty and fidgeted unsure of what you could possibly do to help, your sense of unease growing by the second. Your head was telling you to leave, walk away and not witness whatever cruelty was about to happen but your heart kept you firmly in place, until the sounds of the crowd and carnival faded away and all you could hear was the soft sniffs coming from the cage and your own heartbeat. Your own voice surprised you as it rang out a deafening scream of stop and everyone turned to look at you. You blinked softly as the world came rushing back and the confused faces of the spectators looked at you expectantly “this is wrong” you spoke your voice cracking as you did “what is wrong with you! He’s a human being, what does it matter if he has some quirk! That doesn’t make this ok.” The ringleaders face morphed into a sneer and you yelped as he grabbed your wrist roughly “missy these good people are trying to enjoy their day and I won’t have you bad mouthing it no more” you yelled as he pulled you harshly away and past the other attractions and stalls to the entrance of the circus before throwing you into the dirt “I don’t wanna see you disturbing my customers, get outta here! And keep your thoughts to yourself.”

Distressed, Tamaki watched as the beautiful girl was dragged away and pressed his face against the bars trying not to let you leave his sights, normally he’d be too afraid of someone touching him through the cage but currently his mind was enraptured with thoughts of you. He didn’t think a face could ever be so beautiful and never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that an angel like you, would ever stand up for a freak like him. You truly were the kindest soul ever to grace his presence and Tamaki’s heart swelled despite his head telling him that he was not worthy of you. He breathed a soft sigh as you disappeared into the distance, you truly were an angel.

You stood up wiping the dust off your skirt and made sure all the buttons on your blouse were properly done up and your petticoat in place, you didn’t want to be accused of impropriety as well as all the other events that took place today. Besides this wasn’t exacting the kind of area of London a young lady should be running around half nude. You shook your head, never in your life had you been witness to something as unforgivable as the treatment of the people here and the unbelievable cruelty that took place. Your heart ached dully as you thought back on the broken expressions of those unfortunate enough to suffer with “quirks” and your thoughts turned to the dark haired man whom had looked at you with such a foreign emotion that filled your stomach with butterflies. Your cheeks burned slightly and you hoped the thick Victorian fog would hide it. You have to do something to help them, how could you call yourself a honest women or sleep at night if you did nothing, besides this would hardly be your first time on the wrong side of the law. After all some rules simply need to broken.

You pulled your cap further down your face as you walked past a police man with a particularly dangerous looking baton held firmly in his grip. You knew police had a habit of picking on young poor lads but this disguise was your best chance at getting through the streets of London unnoticed (and without attracting the attention of men who stayed too long in the pub you might add.) You hurried in the direction of the carnival trying to doge the horse messes that splattered the streets in this particular part of town and not grimace as they dirtied your legs. You only had tonight to enact your plan, for the carnival would be leaving tomorrow and along with it all hope of granting those trapped within there a chance at freedom. You tiptoed towards the gate and pulled on the hefty padlock that sealed it shut before sighing, for what purpose could someone wish to break into a carnival you huffed. Although perhaps it was simply more for show you thought as you noticed the sizeable gap underneath the bars that most anyone could slip under. Squeezing under the gate you slowly began making your way towards the cages that held the more unwilling members of this troupe. You half expected the large figure of the ringmaster to emerge from the fog and pull you into the darkness but you made it to your destination safely and approached the cage.

You breathed a sigh of relief as you saw the man lying there and a sudden wave of anxiety filled you, maybe this was a bad idea, perhaps he was perfectly content with his life and you were simply interrupting his rest. You mentally scolded yourself at your own silly thoughts, you saw how he was treated, he couldn’t possibly wish to stay trapped here. “Hello” you whispered through the bars “I’m sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if you were quite alright?” His eyes shot open and you had to wonder if he had been asleep at all or simply been lost in his own thoughts. He stared at you with wide eyes and you worried that perhaps he couldn’t speak after a few minutes of silence before quiet words slipped past his lips “y-you’re really here?” You smiled as gently as you could trying not to frighten the already, frightened man. “Who are you?” he asked softly and your face scrunched up at your own impoliteness and you hastily introduced yourself “how rude of me, I’m Y/n L/n, and you are?” His shocked expression at your question was enough to remind you of the ill treatment at this place and you wondered how dehumanising his experience here must have been, as he introduced himself “I-I’m Tamaki Amajiki…” “well Mr Amajiki I’ve come to ask if you require assistance in leaving this place, I could help you find shelter and safe place to stay, at least temporarily” you offered, a hint of hopefulness lacing your tone. His eyes shone with happiness and he mumbled a shy thank you as you pulled on the rusted lock and chain. Your eyebrow furrowed as you pulled as hard as you could to no avail “erm I can’t seem to get the lock…unlocked, I probably should have come up with a better plan….” you muttered. You yelped in surprise as a wet appendage brushed against your hand and you had to stop yourself from screaming in shock as a thin tentacle extended from Tamaki’s finger and slipped into the padlock, you watched in amazement as it twisted and turned eventually unlocking with a click. You watched in awe as the tentacle drew back to him and disappeared into his finger “oh my…that’s your quirk…” you mumbled. You had almost entirely forgotten about the quirk that had earned Tamaki his current situation. Stammering apologies Tamaki hesitantly pushed open the cage door “I-I’m s-so sorry I know it’s gross” “no no! That’s not it at all! I think it’s quite astonishing, really I do!” The tips of Tamaki’s ears flushed and you felt your cheeks turn pink. You carefully offered your bare hand to him as you helped him crawl out of the cage and gain his footing “apologises about my lack of gloves, I didn’t think they would quite suit my current outfit” you laughed softly looking down at the pants and shirt you had bought of a street urchin a while ago. He simply smiled in return and you couldn’t help but note how endearing his face was regardless of the dirt smeared across it. A sudden thought crossed your mind and you quickly pulled a handkerchief from your trouser pocket “here let me” you rubbed his face softly and smiled in satisfaction as the dirt was wiped away. “Now mr Amajiki, let us quickly help the others and take our leave.”

Tamaki watched in silent awe as you pressed the silk cloth against his face and your soft fingertips brushed against his cheek. How could someone such as yourself be willing to touch someone as low as him, how could an angel like you have risked your porcelain skin by putting it near his. He followed behind you like a puppy as you approached the next cage and whispered to the person inside. A sharp pain ran through his chest as you smiled at them and he stood close behind you as you asked then if they needed help. His cheeks warmed as he watched your beautiful face and admired your smile, he had never met anyone like you, anyone as kind, anyone half as beautiful. In his heart he new he didn’t deserve to talk to you, or even look at you, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away. Perhaps the fact you’d bother to save him was proof that you truly were an angel, and Tamaki would be forever grateful.

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #yandere #yandere writing #yandere fic #yandere tamaki #yandere tamaki amajiki #yandere suneater #the carnival collaboration #the carnival #collaboration #yandere tamaki x reader #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x female reader

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readerstories · 3 years ago

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Big couch - Aaron Hotchner x male!reader

A little soft and smutty, which is what I love ;3 Also it got a lot longer than I anticipated as per usual lol (AO3)

Warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, fluff, plot what plot, oral, penetrative sex

Wordcount: 3419

Request: Hello! Could I request an Hotch x Male!Reader? A smut imagine where the reader is the top and is taller than Hotch.

A lazy weekend alone was rare for you and Aaron. There were no new cases that you had to go to urgently, Jack was at a weekend sleepover at a friend's house, and the whole team was just taking the weekend off.

On Friday Rossi declared just before leaving the office that although he loves everyone, he sees you all too much. Everyone had filed out of the office that evening, even Hotch leaving at the same time as everyone else since you dragged him out of his office by his hand.

There had been some teasing from the team, some not so subtle wordplay on what they thought you would be doing, and though you had joked back, even Hotch joining in with some dry humor (”What we do on our own personal time is not your concern agent Morgan”, said with a barely hidden smile, letting you all know it was all in good fun), nothing had happened last night.

Both of you had just been too tired, so after going to your place and ordering in some pizza, eating it in what felt like seconds, you had fallen asleep cuddling in bed.

The morning after, Saturday, today, you had actually for once woken up before Aaron. He just looked so peaceful that you didn’t want to wake him up, so you got out of bed to put on the coffee.

It didn’t take long before Aaron joined you in the kitchen, yawning, wearing rumpled pajama pants and your t-shirt that is too big on him, bedhead making his hair stand in every possible direction.

He looks cute, and you make sure you tell him so as he kisses the back of your neck while you prepare breakfast for the two of you. He scrunches his nose at that, almost looking confused, but doesn’t comment on it more as both of you sit down to eat and drink some coffee.

After breakfast you move to the couch, taking the coffee cups with you into living room and setting them on the coffee table, not even bothering to change into normal clothes as it is a lounging around kind of day.

You settle on your back first, and instead of moving your feet so he can sit down like he normally would, Aaron lays down next to you, back against the backrest, head and hand on your chest, and legs intertwined with yours. You raise a brow, but don’t comment, an arm going around his back as he settles in and you start the movie.

You’re just glad your couch is long and big enough for the both of you to sleep on, neither you or Aaron exactly being small men.

You’re not even really sure what you are watching, already dozing off once more. Aaron isn’t faring much better, yawning so hard you feel his body stretch. You chuckle and kiss the top of his head, smiling at the content hum you get in response before you fall asleep.

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Aaron wakes first, the credits now rolling on the screen cluing him into the fact that your unplanned nap had been going on for a little while. You’re still sleeping, chest rising up and down evenly, heart beating steadily under his ear. He yawns, almost tempted to doze off again, but instead he lets his hand wander over your chest, tracing random patterns over your t-shirt.

It tickles slightly, which is what wakes you up from your slumber. You yawn, stretching as you do so, hand tightening its grip on Aaron‘s hip. He smiles, looking up at you through his eye lashes.

“Good morning.” He says, and you smile as you look down at him, noticing his hair is still a mess, but you’re mostly distracted with how soft he looks.

“What time is it?” His hand is still slowly moving across your chest in seemingly random patterns, making you very aware of his touch through the thin fabric of your t-shirt.

“Don’t know, but the credits are rolling.” You glance at the TV, and yes indeed, they are.

“We really needed some sleep huh?” You look back down and smile at him, and he hums in response, hand coming to rest on your chest as he moves up a little so he can plant a sweet and short kiss on your lips.

“I guess we did.” His voice is low, eyes warm, and you can’t help but move for another kiss. He readily accepts it, moving a little more so you’re on the same level. Your hand not on his hip comes to rest at his cheek, stroking your thumb against his cheekbone.

Leaning back from the kiss, you just take in the sight of him. His brown eyes are warm, hair a mess, rumpled clothes, smiling wide as you move your hand down his face so your thumb is resting against his lips. He licks it, a glint in his eye that you recognize. You move your hand away so you can kiss him again, deeper this time.

Suddenly neither of you are that tired anymore.

Instead you are a lot more focused on each other, and the feeling of your lips against each other. Aaron is the first to introduce tongue and you groan into his mouth, meeting his with yours.

The angle isn’t the best, so slowly, as not to break the kiss, you shift and turn the two of you so you’re on top of Aaron. You more or less plaster yourself against him, holding him down by his hips as you keep kissing him, breath growing heavier by the second as your cock starts to stir.

You’re more or less crowding over him, pressing him into the couch with your hands on his hips, your taller frame completely covering him when you settle between his splayed legs.

He’s not used to being the smaller one, Haley and the few others (women and men) he had dated before you came along, had always been smaller than him. It was odd, having to be the one to lean or look up slightly to kiss, but he had found that he hardly minded.

He likes how you feel against him, and with this angle, you pressing him down like this, neither of you have to move or angle your heads much. His hands find their way into your hair. He tugs, making you moan and squeeze his hips hard, making him certain that there will be bruises later, and he certainly doesn’t mind that either.

Your hands find the hem of the t-shirt that he is wearing, toying and tugging at it slightly before pushing it upwards. You break away from kissing Aaron so you can move down his body, kissing along his stomach and chest as the skin is barred to you.

Aaron’s breath hitches, only letting go of your hair so he can take the t-shirt off, hands going right back to their spot they just left so he can tug you up by your hair, pressing his lips to yours once more.

He bites gently on your bottom lip, nipping on it as one hand finds its way to your ass, pressing your forward even more, right against his growing erection. You moan into his mouth, your own hands starting to wander. You gently tug on one nipple as you let your lips wander away from his mouth, instead planting kisses all over his face, along his jaw, over the bridge of his nose, gently tugging at his earlobe as he groans beneath you.

Your lips find their way from his face, down his throat, across his collarbone, planting kisses as they go. Aaron has to let go of your ass as you move down, his hand going back into your hair.

You close your mouth over one nipple, sucking gently as your hand massages the other. The low noise Aaron lets out is deep, almost a growl, and you think that sound will stay with you forever.

You flatten your tongue against the already stiffening bud before moving your mouth over to his other nipple, switching places with your hand. You only suck for a few seconds and run your tongue over this one as well, as you have another destination in mind this time. But judging by the noises Aaron had been letting out, he would hardly have protested you spending more time there.

You were right of course, but that was for another time.

Now instead, you plant kisses down his sternum and stomach as you slide further down, hands squeezing his hips as you come to rest on your stomach between his legs. He moans and you swear you see his dick in his pajama pants twitch as you place a kiss just above his waistband.

You’re not really in the mood for teasing today, so you just pull down his waistband far enough that you can take his cock out, silently grateful for the fact that he hadn’t bothered with an underwear, as that would only have gotten in the way of doing what you want.

He’s hard in your hand, already leaking precum as you lick a long stripe the length of his cock, your tongue going from the edge of his balls to the tip of his cock, before gently engulfing the head in your mouth and sucking lightly.

His hand in your hair tightens, but he doesn’t try to move you in any way, letting you do what you want to him.

You give a few deep sucks, only letting him fall from your lips so you can gather some precum and some of your own spit to coat his cock, giving it a few tugs with your hand before taking him in your mouth again.

You start to bob your head up and down, moving your hand in tandem with your mouth. The hand not on his cock settles on his thigh, warm, heavy, and large.

You hollow your cheeks, every so often sucking him in deep, almost letting him hit the back of your throat as you swallow around him. Aaron moans and groans, sounding absolutely debauched above you.

“I love to hear you like this. Falling apart beneath me.” You dive right back to sucking his cock after sharing that little truth, loving the look on his face as you speak, and the moan as you take his cock back into your mouth.

“And I ah, love when you suck me off, but- hng!” His head tilts back as his cock hits the back of your throat. His hips buck up before he can help himself, your hand moving from his thigh to hip to push him down again.

“But I want you to fuck me before I come.” You look up in surprise, barely keeping his cock in your mouth as his words settle in, letting it fall out so you can speak.

“You sure?” You make eye contact as he nods. This was new territory for the two of you. Not like you hadn’t sucked or jerked him off before, or the other way around.

Taking a deep breath, you scatter a few kisses over his thighs before sitting up on your knees. Aaron watches as you put one leg on the ground to keep your balance before yanking open the little drawer in your coffee table. A pen goes flying and clatters to the floor, but you don’t pay it much mind as you take out the small bottle of lube and condom in there. You meet Aaron‘s gaze, his eyebrow raised, even though he is taking his pants and underwear off as he looks at you.

“I would make some joke here about boys scouts, but I was never in it, so lets say it never hurts to be prepared and a guy can dream right?” You grin and Aaron laughs as you settle back on your stomach between his still open legs, lube in hand and condom on the table. You place few a kisses over his hip bones as you open the lube-bottle, the sound of it making the muscle beneath your mouth stiffen, if only for a few seconds.

“Relax.” You glance up at him as you speak into his skin, his hands coming to rest in your hair once more.

“You’re doing a good job of that already.” He says as he steers you downward slightly. You let him, taking his cock back into your mouth as your hands find his ass cheeks. Tense for a few seconds again, before relaxing, one of your fingers dancing around his rim as you continue to suck him off.

As one finger enters him Aaron‘s breath hitches, but he tugs on your hair to get you to move when you still. Gauging his reaction, looking up at him trough your eyes lashes as he throws his head back when you start to move, you can’t help but think how beautiful he looks and feels.

His adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows.

The low moan he lets slip past his lips as your tongue dances up the underside of his cock.

His fingers grazing against your scalp as you introduce another finger, opening him more as you search for that thing.

You let his cock fall out of your mouth, giving it a long lick from top to bottom before you speak.

“You okay Aaron?” He looks down at you, blinking and out of breath.

“Yeah, it’s just- odd.”

“Good odd or bad odd?”

“Good odd. Your fingers are, ah-!” He interrupts himself as you finally find his prostate. You grin, resting your head on his thigh.

“You were saying?” Aaron has to lock his lips a few times before answering.

“Nothing important.” He tugs on your hair again, and you crawl up his body so you can kiss him, never taking your fingers out of him. As his lips press against yours, you start to move your fingers again, sliding in and out and out him.

Aaron presses his legs against your sides as you add a third, still kissing him. You’re trying to take it slow, mindful of his body language, which tells you a lot as he starts to push down against your fingers.

You only stop kissing him and take them out of him so you can take your t-shirt and pants off, and reach for the condom, ripping it open with your teeth as you sit back on your knees. Aaron stares at you, his hands on your hips as you roll the condom over yourself.

“You don’t want to move somewhere more comfortable?” Aaron moves his hands to your ass, tugging you forward.

“I am plenty right comfortable here. You got a big couch.” You let yourself fall forwards, arms bracketing him in once more as you plant kisses along his jaw.

“All for you.” Aaron laughs, which turns into a moan as you line yourself up and start to push in. You take it slowly, watching for any sign that he wants to stop, but find none. Instead Aaron bites his lips, throwing his head back and letting out a shaking breath. As you come to stop fully seated inside him, you take the opportunity to pepper kisses all over his neck, barely resisting leaving a hickey somewhere everyone would be able to see.

Instead, you keep the touch of your lips light, almost dancing over the skin.

You slowly move your hips back ever so slightly back before pushing back in, both hearing and feeling the moan Aaron lets out. His hands wander all over you, finally finding their spots, one in your hair, the other on your hip as he drags you forward.

You start to move your hips back and forth, fucking slowly him at first.

But soon you speed up, encouraged by the moans and groans he lets out, and his hands on you, pulling you forward in tandem with your trusts.

Your hands move to his hips to pull him down on your cock, making him groan deep in his chest, making your feel the vibrations through your lips as you fuck him.

He’s so tight around your cock, and every time you hit Aaron’s prostate you feel the jolt of pleasure that flies through as he tightens around you, in turn making you also feel even better.

You’re chasing your own high, and not wanting to leave Aaron behind in any way, but his hand circles your wrist, making you look up in surprise.

“Not yet, I want to do something first.” You nod, and he lets go of your hand to push on your shoulder. You go, slipping out of Aaron as you move.

He maneuvers so you‘re sitting up on the couch, feet on the floor and your back against the back rest. He straddles your lap, kissing you as he sinks down on your cock. You groan, your hands on his hips, his in your hair.

With this new angle Aaron is the one controlling the pace, but you certainly help him by thrusting up and dragging him up and down as much as you can.

You feel him smile into the kiss, more than aware of what you are doing.

You pinch his hip, making him gasp and break the kiss, glaring at you. Although, that doesn’t last long as you hit his prostate, breaking his glare as his breath hitches.

You grin and lean forward, because a perk of this position is that it is very easy to kiss along Aaron’s chest and capture one of his nipples in your mouth.

The hands in your hair tug, but hardly try to move you away, so you suck on the bud, every so often giving a few kitten licks. It’s not the easiest as Aaron moves up and down on your cock, but you manage.

One of your hands moves down his front, and this time he lets you grab a hold of his cock. You thumb the head, smearing out the precum gathering there.

“I’m close.” Aaron mumbles somewhere above you, mostly towards the ceiling. You smile, switching to his other nipple as you start to jerk him off.

You’re close too, but determined to get him off first, so you set a fast time with your fist, and keep moving him up and down on your cock, not that he’s stopping moving himself.

Aaron moans out your name, and you think it’s the best sound you have ever heard.

It doesn’t take long before you feel him tense up, stopping moving his hips as he spills over your hand, groaning, licking his lips as his cum covers your hand.

Aaron breathes heavy as you bring your hand to your lips, licking the cum of as you keep eye contact with him. He licks his own, but instead of moving forward to kiss you like you thought he would, he starts moving again.

Now it’s your time to groan and throw your head back, as you yourself is very close. Aaron kisses along your throat as he moves, uncoordinated and with no rhythm, but fuck, he feels good.

Tight, warm, and very, very solid against you.

As you cum you drag him into a kiss by his hair, making him let out a surprised noise at the motion, but he melts into the kiss as your hips pump into him with the last of your orgasm.

You both still then, breath mingling as you break the kiss.

“Fuck, that was...” You lose your train of thought before you can even get it out, distracted by the feeling of Aaron on top of you, your softening cock, still inside him.

“Yes, that was something.” Aaron places a brief kiss before gently moving off you, flopping down on his back on the couch, arms stretching over his head, legs propped up over your thighs. You take the condom off, careful to tie it up properly before putting in one of the empty coffee cups on the table. Aaron makes a face and you glance at him.

“What? I’m not getting up for at least a little while, and neither are you by the looks of it.” You pinch his thigh and he swats at you, laughing as you grin at him.

(You do eventually get off the couch, but only so you can move to the bedroom, forgetting all about it until you almost put it in the dishwasher like that.)

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