#his little smile feeling kelly’s belly

[likeaprayermp3]

WHO WILL CARE FOR HIM WHEN YOURE GONE. WHO IS STRONG ENOUGH. TO KEEP HIM ON THE RIGHTEOUS PATH.

[poppadom0912]

Unexpected

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy and childbirth

Summary: For nine months, you'd prepared and expected a baby but something unexpected happens.

A/N: Hello! I was back at school this week and have been so drained from the work load so I'm here relaxing and writing away. I only know surface level stuff so I'm sorry for any medical inaccuracies. Exams are next week so I won't be writing anything then. This is unedited and I apologise but please do enjoy!!!!

Four years into your marriage with Kelly, two years with infertility issues, you had come to the point of acceptance and making the possible choice of fostering or adoption.

But then one day you got shot at work and when treating you, the doctor gave you the unexpected news.

You couldn't believe it. You were finally pregnant. After so much struggle, IVF and the unsuccessful tests, you were finally pregnant. You could finally have the family you dreamed of having as a little girl.

You weren't allowed back onto the field. Hank benching you to desk work till your baby welcomed itself. A choice that made you very angsty to get up and be on the move.

You didn't feel like much of a detective being sat at a desk all day while the rest of Intelligence went running around ragged looking and catching bad guys.

So during the moments of peace, you found yourself driving to the firehouse to bother your husband and the people he considered family.

The men and women of 51 loved you as much as they did Kelly, you were one of their own and you were doing the impossible by growing and delivering a mini Kelly Severide into the world.

Kelly rolled his eyes every time you brought up the gender. Call it mothers intuition but you had a gut feeling that you were having a boy, a concept which Kelly didn't mind but thought otherwise.

Refusing to find out the gender, you preferred to watch everyone wait impatiently, their bets pilling up as they put money on your baby's gender.

You scoffed seeing Kim and Hailey 'sneakily' pass money over to Cruz one night at Molly's.

The pregnancy flew by. Small milestones of your belly popping, the first kicks, the weird cravings and watching the growing blob develop on an ultrasound was so surreal but before anyone knew it, you were already hitting the nine month mark.

You left early. Today's case was running late and another murder got called it close to midnight, you were no longer needed and your husband sat at home. The thought of foot massage was ever so enticing.

Said man welcomed you home with the tea that soothed your nausea, your nightly snack at the go and he looked just delicious sitting in his pyjamas.

Pregnancy hormones man. Who would've thought.

And just like every night, the day ended with both of you in bed, his hands gently caressing your ballooning stomach, talking and debriefing with your unborn baby, smiling when a particular comment elicited a kick, showing the imprint on a foot against your skin.

Falling asleep wasn't easy though, especially with the new addition of Braxton hicks. You always found yourself tossing and turning, pushing Kelly to the other side of the bed so you could be left alone with the other love of your life: your pregnancy pillow. The triangular pillow a dream come true.

Eventually, you got up to refill your bottle and water, taking a quick pee because the pressure on your bladder was stupid.

Taking out some ice cubes from the ice tray, you slowly plonked them into your bottle, your eyes heavy with the sleep that refused to come from such a long day at work.

"Baby? Why are you awake?" Kelly's voice was hoarse as he appeared in the kitchen, his hair a mess as he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes.

"Your son is playing football in here. He's already obsessed." You whispered back, letting him recollect himself as he made his way towards you, watching through bleary eyes as you closed the freezer door.

"My son huh? Well I think our daughter is just really excited to meet her very impatient parents." Kelly smirked, his arms circling around your waist before he crouched down to be face level with your protruding stomach.

"Hey baby girl." He whispered, his eyes focused on your stomach and nowhere else. "Your mummy is very tired after working all day. She needs all the sleep before you come home. Do you think you could do me a favour?"

You smiled softly at the sight. Your husband was already smitten and the baby wasn't even here yet.

A few seconds passed and all of a sudden, the little football match came to an end.

You scoffed, looking down at your husband incredulously. "Wow."

Standing back up, Kelly now smiled down at you. "Obviously, I'm the favourite parent."

"Watch it lieutenant." You pouted, poking his chest. "I've got some detectives in my back pocket."

Smiling at each other, basking in the silence and warm lighting, you almost forgot about your sleep deprivation.

Breaking you out of your thoughts was the sound of water dripping, Kelly's face mirroring your thoughts.

"Did you leave the tap on?"

You frowned, you were sure you-

Your mind went blank the millisecond you registered your wet trousers.

Looking down at where your feet would've been had it not been for your stomach being in the way, you swore lightly under your breath.

"I think he interpreted your words differently." You said, looking back up at Kelly who stood astonished.

"Baby's coming today."

*****

You didn't go to the hospital straight away.

Instead, you wiped yourself down and changed clothes while Kelly cleaned up and brought out your already packed hospital bag all while timing the length and time between your contractions.

The sun was rising when you made your way to the hospital, your midwife already in the loop the moment your water broke.

Settling into your room, dressed in your gown, you sighed.

You were bored. What were you supposed to do while you waited for the birth to get into motion.

Your epidural had been confirmed and scheduled for later on when your contractions progressed further. The nurse had just come to measure you before leaving.

You sent a quick text to Hank, apologising for such short notice, saying your maternity leave would start earlier than planned. Kelly had just called Boden, his shift starting not too long ago.

"Boden's got Cruz covering for me." Kelly said, putting his phone in his pocket as he stood by your bedside.

"I'm all yours for the next few weeks."

"I would love you so much if you could just-" You sharply inhaled at the painful contraction, doing the breathing exercises you practised with your midwife. "Just get this baby out."

"How about we go on a walk? Might help speed things up."

All Kelly was met with were your grabby hands.

*****

Several hours later and you were in active labour.

You were surrounded by nurses and the doctor, Kelly glued to your side but at some point when you were pushing, he was ushered away by a nurse who you briefly heard mention the words 'umbilical cord'.

"It's a girl!"

You choked back a sob, your eyes watery as they placed your daughter on your chest for skin-to-skin. Your hands immediately flew to hold her. Your emotions so haywire that you couldn't care less about the cleanliness of her little body.

Inhaling shakily, you looked up through tears at Kelly who was back at your side. He kissed your forehead multiple times, his hand on top of yours so you could both hold your baby.

After a few minutes, she was carefully taken away to be weighed and clean, leaving you and Kelly to revel alone. Reality came crashing down: you had a daughter, your had a-

"Mrs Severide, what's wrong?"

Hearing the doctors question, Kelly looked away from your daughter and back down at you in alarm, his eyes wide in confusion at your own confused face.

"I- I feel..."

You weren't able to finish as you were overcome with the sudden need to push.

It seemed that even without you voicing your thoughts, they knew exactly what was happening.

"Okay Y/N, we go again." The OB said as you squeezed the blood out of Kelly's hand. "Push just like you did."

The next few moments felt like a blur. You weren't too sure what was reality and what was an illusion - everything was happening too fast for you to comprehend what was actually happening.

All of a sudden, a second cry broke out, as loud and high-pitched as the first.

"It's a girl!"

You blinked, your head clearing up.

"Congratulations! Two beautiful girls!"

Then the apparent second baby was placed on your chest, a routine that was just performed not even ten minutes ago.

The tears were flowing now with nothing to stop them. Your shaky hands went to hold her small body as the clouds dissipated and the sky finally cleared.

*****

The two baby beds were rolled towards your bed, Kelly standing up when the nurses entered the recovery room.

"Congratulations mum and dad!" One of the nurses started.

"You have two healthy identical twin girls."

You couldn't believe it, no one could.

There was never a point during the nine months of pregnancy that would even suggest you having twins and now all of a sudden, your leaving the hospital with two twin girls.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't hear Kelly's conversation with the nurses.

"Kelly..." You looked at your husband who was just as shocked as you. "Kelly we have two babies."

"We have twin girls babe." Kelly emphasised, his stupid smile covering his entire face.

"We're not even prepared for one let alone two." You said, sitting up to pick one of them up. "Baby- oh my gosh, we have twins."

Before Kelly could reply, the room door opened and Matt poked his head in. "Knock Knock, can we-"

Matt stopped himself as he laid eyes on the baby on your chest and then the baby that was being picked up by Kelly.

"Matt, move out the way, let me see-" Sylvie barely stopped herself from squealing as she saw the two babies.

"Holy shit, twins?!" Matt half frowned, following Sylvie to your side. "When did this even happen?"

"Literally an hour ago man." Kelly said in greeting to his best friend. "No one had any idea."

"AH- two girls! Congratulations, oh my gosh I'm so happy for you guys." Sylvie gushed, cooing at the little bundles in your arms.

"Oh yeah, Jay and Hailey were somewhere behind us."

Another knock sounded just as the words came from Matt, the door creaking open for the blonde detective to make herself known.

"Y/N, hey-" Hailey gasped so loudly that Jay's swearing could be heard from inside the room.

"Woah." Jay's lack of words proved his surprise.

You and Kelly laughed.

"Well Kelly was right, they're girls."

Jay and Sylvie high-fived, their smirks making it evident they were on the winning side of the bet.

"This is definitely unexpected. I have no idea how we're going to manage." You said, handing one baby off to Hailey while Kelly lay the other into Matt's outstretched arms.

"That's what we're here for, along with the rest of 51 and Intelligence." Sylvie said, looking fondly at the baby in Matt's arms as she held your hand in both of hers comfortingly.

"You've got a very big family ready to help. We're first responders, it's our job."

You hugged the blonde, overcome with sudden emotion.

"Besides," Jay spoke up, gently taking the baby from Hailey's arms into his. "What godparents would we be?"

The room dissolved into laughter.

You had two adorable girls and an entire village at your beck and call. While unexpected, they were more than welcome with open arms and open hearts.

[userlando]

got drunk on you — daniel ricciardo

daniel ricciardo x verstappen!reader [6.5k] summary: max comes for a visit before the race in monza and he fails to mention that he'd invited daniel along. warnings: 18+ explicit smut, verstappen!reader, explicit language. a/n: not me writing this during my 12hr shift lmfao i hope it's somewhat enjoyable to read. as always, feedback is v much appreciated. love you all 🤍

The first time you saw Daniel, was when he’d been clad in orange at the paddock in Bahrain. It wasn’t so much as your eyes being drawn to him automatically, but more so his laughter. You still remembered where you stood with Max and his girlfriend, offering words of support to your brother before qualifiers. Your eyes had solely been on him, but they’d immediately glanced around at sound of the big belly laugh from across the paddock, drawn like a moth to a flame.

It wasn’t hard to match the laughter to the smiling face, watching with mild interest as he messed around with Lando; slapping him between the legs and dodging the punches the British boy dished out in retaliation. He looked fun, carefree, bearing absolutely no tension or nerves that half the grid did for the upcoming race.

Daniel was beautiful. There was no other word to describe him. The sheer charm radiating off of him had your interest piqued immediately, and pairing that with the forbidden fruit feeling, you were hooked. There had never been any real desire to break the unspoken rule of you dating your brother’s friends and colleagues, but it was easy to imagine stepping over that line when you’d watched the tall Australian.

No words were exchanged, but you did get glances and friendly smiles whenever you passed each other. Your best friend received the brunt of your inner thoughts, texting her like a madman of the tall glass of water on the grid.

When Max won, you’d gone back to the hotel and had a few drinks while you got ready for the after party, keeping Sofia - your friend - on the line. She’d somehow convinced you to follow him on Instagram, which you did, and you’d tried not to overthink it when he’d sent you a follow request back a few minutes later.

If liking pictures was flirting, then you were well on the right track.

You’d only ever gotten glimpses of him whenever you did end up tagging along to races, but the first time you actually met him was when Max showed up on your doorstep with Kelly, claiming that he missed his little sister and wanted to spend a few days with you before he was off to Monza. You didn't point out that you'd be right there with him in Italy, accepting his intrusion easily because despite it all, you missed him a whole lot.

What he’d failed to mention was that Daniel would be dropping by too, having invited him without checking with you. It usually wasn’t a problem, sometimes guys from the grid would show up with your brother and it was always a good time.

You really, really wished he’d mentioned it before you opened the door the morning after your brother’s arrival though, still in your very embarrassing pajamas and a toothbrush used and abandoned in your bathroom, fully expecting to see the delivery man on the other end. What you didn’t expect was the tall man who you’d silently been yearning for, looking way too good for someone who'd stepped off a plane.

“Hey.” He greeted you, shooting you a smile that made you blink owlishly. “Good morning.”

You frowned, opening your mouth to greet him but was pushed to the side by your idiot brother. There was a loud and silly exchange between the two men, like you weren’t standing right there with a big question mark on your face, and you watched in silence before Daniel’s gaze on you made Max turn around; like he’d forgotten you were there. In your own home.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you but I invited Daniel.” Max said and you refrained from glaring at him, giving the other man a kind smile instead. “It’s no problem, yeah?”

Killing your brother would have to wait.

“Hi, sorry, of course not.” You thrust your hand out for him to shake, which he did. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You invited him in, closing the door and shooting your brother a glare when his friend wasn’t looking. He responded with a clueless frown of his own, eyes dropping to what you were wearing.

“What are you wearing?” He asked, yelping when you elbowed him a little too hard in the ribs. “And what do you have on your face?”

He reached a hand out to swipe at your cheek, rubbing off toothpaste and you watched in horror, wanting nothing more than the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

Thankfully, Max lead the way without another word, chatting with the Australian as he showed him to the room he’d presumably be staying in. You watched them round a corner before fleeing to the kitchen, finding Kelly by the stove, looking ten times more put together than you did. The whole place smelled like pancakes, and you almost lost your track of thoughts just by the sheer smell of them. But you were too wound up, a little upset and a whole lot embarrassed.

“What is he doing here?” You asked, careful to keep your voice hushed because you knew how well sound traveled through your house. “Why didn’t Max say anything!”

Kelly looked a little lost, like she wasn’t sure why you were as upset as you were. Which, fair, she didn’t know the absolute turmoil you’d experience whenever you caught sight of Daniel. It was embarrassing, how nervous the man made you. Like a teenaged girl with a crush on her brother's best friend.

“I thought he did.” She looked over her shoulder at you before plating a pancake with practiced ease. “He’s coming with us to the vineyard.”

You leaned against the counter, feeling a little miffed and she must’ve seen the look on your face because she smiled in amusement.

“You’re the one who complained about third wheeling when I booked the tour for us.”

She had a point, but you didn’t say it out loud. Instead, you plucked a cut up strawberry from a plate and turned around to go get ready before the boys came back. The giraffe pajamas had caused you enough embarrassment for a day. It was time for them to retire deep, deep in the back of the closet.

Breakfast was surprisingly pleasant, conversation flowing freely as you dug into your food. You’d forgotten how incredibly well your brother and Daniel fit together, bickering like siblings and taking friendly jabs at each other. Kelly shifted the conversation to the vineyard you’d be touring, talking about the kinds of wines they made and would have in the menu.

It was a beautiful day to spend outside, the Spanish sun shining brightly as you found your little group huddled around the entrance. It was a small group consisting of maybe fifteen people, and you looked around as Kelly and Max walked ahead of you.

“D’ya reckon we’ll get drunk off our asses?” Daniel asked and you gave the man an amused smile.

“I don’t think the samples are that big.” You frowned. “Right?”

“No clue.” He looked ahead as the two of you fell into step, presumably glancing at Max. “Do you like wine?”

You considered lying, but then you figured that it wouldn’t do much harm to just be honest so you shook your head in the negative.

“Absolutely hate it.” You let out a small giggle when Daniel laughed, bumping his arm against yours. “I’m sorry but it smells and tastes so bad!”

“It does the job, though, no?”

You smiled, opening your mouth to reply but Max cut in, yelling at you to hurry up and join them. The tour guide had appeared like magic, out of thin air, and he was standing to the side patiently. You eyed him suspiciously, turning to Kelly to ask her whether it was an English or Spanish tour, but then the man started speaking and your suspicion turned into sheer amusement.

“Why’s he speaking Spanish?” Max murmured quietly enough for only the three of you to hear.

“Because we’re in Spain, Max.” You answered him sarcastically, earning a snort from Daniel and an exasperated eye roll from your brother.

Kelly made a sound in her throat, sounding a lot like a warning to shut up like she did so many times whenever the two of you started bickering in public.

“I think I might’ve booked the wrong guide.” Kelly admitted sheepishly, quietly and you muffled a laugh behind your hand.

It was a funny thought, that she’d managed to choose a tour with a Spanish guide when only one out of the four of you could speak the language. The one being you. You knew it was only a matter of time before your brother would disassociate out of boredom, and you couldn’t wait to witness it.

“He’s telling us to follow him.” You murmured helpfully, referring to the guide and the group moved in tandem as everyone entered the vineyard.

The tour went as well as expected, watching with mild interest and confusion as you walked the fields, descending stairs to basements and getting to sip on samples of expensive wine in the dampness of old cellars.

You tried not to grimace too hard when you brought the glass to your lips, stomach roiling dangerously as you sipped. And it was only when you’d shuddered that you noticed Daniel watching and grinning across from you, catching you in the act.

At some point, you lost sight of Max and Kelly. You suspected that they’d broken out of the group and gone to the restaurant to sample more wines; like their lips weren’t already stained and Kelly wasn’t starting to get into that giggly mood she always got into when she’d had a little much to drink.

You and Daniel stuck together though, eventually wandering off and getting lost in the field of grapes and greens.

It was fun. More fun than you’d had in a while. You took silly pictures, talked and you forgot the time completely.

“I think Max is a little drunk.” You pointed out, holding your phone in your hand with the screen lit up by a text from the man himself.

You held out your phone so Daniel could read the text, watching how he threw his head back to laugh at the jumble of words he found there. Much like the texts he’d sometimes receive after bar crawls and night clubs.

where arew yoh?? This wind is amazing

??? Wind not wind

WINE

are yyu lost? do I nee f to call for help

“He’s trashed.” Daniel agreed.

You sent back a quick assurance that you were fine, pocketing your phone and looking up to find the man already looking at you. It sent a zip of awareness down your back and you looked away bashfully.

The sun had done a lot of good for him, his cheeks were gaining colour and had already started to freckle. It was pretty, and so, so endearing.

“So, are you excited for Monza?” You asked lightly, turning a corner in the hopes of finding the way back to the restaurant but it was another dead end.

The both of you kept walking though, figuring that you’d find your way back eventually. You just hoped it would be before it got dark outside. Max was drunk, but he’d send a search party out and you had no doubt about that.

“Oh yeah, I got it in the bag.” He said, playful, easy. So very attractive. “Max doesn’t stand a chance.”

You laughed, shoving him in the side and he stumbled with a cackle; regaining his footing easily.

"The most skillful driver out there." It wasn't a complete lie, Daniel was one of the good ones. He just needed a team that could keep up with his speed.

“I’m in the category of the more good looking drivers, actually.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah,” he puffs up his chest, lips getting sucked between his teeth in a poor effort to keep the massive smile off his face. “That’s what my mom said anyway.”

You let out a laugh, thinking of how utterly charming he was. It seemed to come naturally to him, and usually it’d intimidate you when that charm is paired with wildly good looks but he somehow managed to put you at ease.

It wasn’t difficult to see why Daniel was so popular and loved in and out of the grid. He made everyone feel like they were old childhood friends and that was a rare quality to possess.

“I’m starting to think that she lied, though.” He continued, like he hadn’t been staring at your smiling face for a beat too long.

You’d been staring too, though. He was too mesmerising.

“Why’s that?” You grinned, knowing that he’d say something that would reel you in completely, judging by the playful little shake of his head.

“Because you didn’t agree.” He laughed at your eyebrows jumping on your forehead. “You laughed too hard.”

“How do you know I wasn’t laughing out of agreement?” You narrowed your eyes a little playfully.

Daniel smiled, delighted that you were playing along and falling right into his little flirty traps. He couldn’t even remember why he was so nervous to talk to you in the first place.

But then you smiled at him, eyes glistening a little too prettily and it was like someone had knocked the breath out of him. So, he looked away and tried not to show how he’d suddenly felt like someone had pulled the rug right from underneath him.

Never mind that you were Max’s sister, knowing that there was some silent bro-code that he had to consider. It was hard when you had all the qualities he usually looked for in women. And not to mention how fucking attracted he was to you.

“So you do agree that I’m good looking.” He nodded, looking a little smug and you shook your head in amusement.

“Who doesn’t?” You asked, before you had any time to rethink the words coming out of your mouth.

He looked at you and you struggled to not break eye contact, even though your face was feeling a few degrees hotter. If he noticed your nerves, he didn’t say anything and you were eternally grateful for that.

“Well,” he sucked his teeth and tried not to look like his ego hadn’t tripled by that one comment. “ditto, sweetheart.”

The way he said it so casually almost made you stop in your tracks, heat creeping up your neck at the way the word sweetheart sounded on his tongue. You briefly wondered how it’d sound in other contexts.

The thought made your heart race and you quickly banished that thought, because what the fuck?

Daniel made a little sound and stopped walking, and you automatically looked up to notice that you’d finally found your way back. You laughed because somehow you’d accidentally circled around and ended up back where you started.

“Ready for some more wine?” Daniel asked jokingly, brushing his hand against yours and you resisted the urge to grab it.

It was easier to nod, words stuck in your throat as you made your way up the stairs to the restaurant.

It was night by the time you came stumbling back through the threshold of your house, Kelly and Max a little tipsy with Daniel not too far behind; judging by the slight flush on his cheeks that definitely hadn’t been caused by the Spanish sun.

Your cheeks were aching from smiling and laughing too much during the evening, heart feeling light as you navigated your way through the house. Your brother grabbed you with an arm around the shoulders, pulling you into his embrace so suddenly that it made you stumble.

“Easy, Max.” You let out a yelp when he smacked a kiss on your head, slapping at him with your hands until he eased his hold on you.

“Goodnight, bunny.” He was slurring a little, but the words sounded fond coming from his mouth.

You got a similar kiss from Kelly - but less sloppy - and you watched them walk away before disappearing out of sight. The sound of a half-snorted laugh made you turn around, finding Daniel hiding his smile behind his hand. Not that it did much hiding, eyes scrunched up in amusement.

“Bunny?” He referred to your brother’s nickname for you and you frowned in embarrassment. He easily recognised the sheer disdain colouring your face and was quick to plead. “No, no. I need to hear that story.”

“No, you really don’t.” You shook your head with a laugh and began walking to the kitchen. “It’s horrifying enough that you saw me in my pajamas this morning.”

Daniel let out a laugh this time, the sound echoing in the kitchen and you couldn’t even hide your smile even if you tried.

“Hey, giraffes are cute, alright?” He plucked a clean glass out a cabinet and accepted the water bottle you’d gotten out of the refrigerator. “I thought you looked good.”

“Oh, you’re a bad driver and a liar.” You hauled yourself up to sit on the counter.

“I’m not ly— you think I’m a bad driver?” He looked offended, voice going up an octave in sheer disbelief. “You really do have your brother’s sense of humour.”

You stretched a leg out to poke his waist and he easily caught your leg when you tried to pull back. A startled yelp left your lips at his quick reflexes, and you tried not to think too hard about the fact that he was trailing the grip up your leg as he inched closer to you.

“Tell me why he calls you bunny.” He said seriously, and you blinked in disbelief because how did he break the tension so fast?

“You’re not allowed to laugh.” You warned him and he nodded, the smile telling you that he was going to do exactly that. “I used to pretend to be a bunny when I was little. I’d demand carrots for dinner and it has just stuck through all these years.”

He threw his head back and cackled so loudly that you were almost worried that Max would come back out and see what the commotion was all about. But it was hard to deny that his laughter was contagious, so loud and carefree that you couldn’t find it in yourself to even pretend to be mad.

“That’s adorable!” He placed both hands on your thighs as he stepped between them, giving you a bright smile. “Did you hop around as well? Oh you did, didn’t you?”

Your embarrassed smile was enough of an answer, and it sent him into fits of laughter again until you groaned and hid your burning face behind your hands. Daniel’s peals of laughter slowly died down and he made a noise of protest, hands coming up to pry yours off your face.

“Don’t be embarrassed, bunny.” He said and you glared.

“Don’t call me that.” You pointed a finger at him. “Only Max is allowed because he rarely does anymore. I don’t want that nickname to stick.”

He held up his hands in surrender, sucking in his lips to stop himself from smiling and you held your own smile back while staring straight at him.

You hadn’t realised how close the two of you had gotten, your thighs on either side of his waist and him leaning oh, so close to you. There was a shift in the air then, where you both seemed to realize the position you found yourselves in. He didn’t make any moves to pull away though, and you weren’t about to be the one to push him away.

You were aware that you were playing a dangerous game, toeing the fine line that Max had drawn in the imaginary sand. There was no telling how your brother would react if he walked into the kitchen right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as your hands found life of their own; trailing up the meaty expanse of Daniel’s arms until you reached his broad shoulders.

He wasn’t a massive guy, by any means, but he was defined and had muscle. It wasn’t so hard to see that he’d put in work to look the way he did, it came with his job after all.

“Can I…” His words died on his tongue when you glanced up at him, getting a little lost in your eyes and the way you were practically eating him up with your gaze. It was intoxicating. “Can I kiss you?”

A rush of heat flooded your stomach, and you responded by running your fingers through his hair and bringing his head closer to yours. He went easily, eagerly settling his mouth over yours in a kiss that had you gripping his hair and shoulder.

The need took over so fast, you barely had time to take a breath. Your heart sped up when he took that last step forward, bringing his knees flush to the counter as his mouth opened under yours.

You didn’t know what to focus on, getting lost in the feeling of his hands gripping at your ass cheeks and pulling you into him until your crotch was slotted right against his lower belly; allowing you to rub off on him if you so pleased. And fuck, you really wanted to.

He must’ve sensed it, or even read your thoughts because he helped you thrust forward with the help of his hands on your ass, groaning deeply into your mouth when you started grinding against his torso. Daniel didn’t know if he was imagining the heat against his stomach, but you felt warm and so ready for him to take you apart however he pleased.

“Tell me what you want.” He demanded quietly against your lips, and you let out a needy little whimper when he squeezed the meat of your ass in his palms. “You gotta tell me what you want.”

“You.” You managed, leaning forward to kiss him and Daniel allowed it before pulling back slightly.

You almost huffed in frustration, but refrained from doing so. Instead, you grabbed one of his hands and guided them up the apex of your thighs, under your dress and settled his hands right where you needed him most. Daniel’s breath stuttered, the heat of it hitting your face and you blinked at him with pleading eyes.

“Touch me, please, Daniel.” You arched your back a little until his hand moved of its own accord, stroking softly over the dampness of your underwear.

He couldn’t believe how wet you already were, fingers eagerly searching for your hole through the cotton and pressing down until you were whining. It was like music to his ears, and he needed to hear more.

Daniel yanked your panties to the side, cursing loudly at the wetness of your pussy against the pads of his fingers. He touched your swollen clit in circles, never taking his eyes off of your face. You were so animated, pleasure written in large bold letters on your face as your eyelids fluttered; eyes rolling a little when he stroked you particularly nicely, mouth dropping opening in breathy moans.

He couldn’t resist leaning forward to steal a kiss, the filthiness of it making his cock ache.

“Does that feel good?” He asked when you broke from the kiss, tipping your head backwards so his mouth met your chin instead. He kissed down the column of your throat and sucked against the skin there, mindful to not leave any visible marks.

“Feels perfect.” You slurred, your accent melding into your English and it was so horribly endearing and hot at the same time that Daniel couldn’t resist sinking a finger into you.

The response from you was beautiful, your back arching and hips thrusting into his hand as your hole swallowed his digit without any trouble. Daniel wasn’t sure if you were even aware of the noises you were making, high pitched little uh’s that rose in octaves and he was quick to silence them by kissing you.

He took the opportunity to slide another finger alongside his middle one, meeting a little resistance before you relaxed in his hold. The wetness and warmth of you was so intoxicating that he had to take a deep breath to not blow too soon in his pants.

“Want you—“ your words trailed off as your hands came up to search for the button of his pants.

You were panting, feeling impatient and Daniel watched in silence as the sound of the zipper echoed in the quiet kitchen. There was a brief sense of relief when you dragged down the hem of his underwear, just enough for you to fish him out and get your hands on him.

“Fuck.” You cursed in a whisper, voice laced in enough wonder for Daniel to laugh breathlessly. It was unbelievable how that one word could breathe so much confidence into his body.

Daniel was heavy and hard in your hand, and you took a moment to stroke him to get him fully hard, marvelling at the sheer weight and size of him. Of course, he couldn’t possess the personality and looks, he had to have the full package as well.

“You sure you want this?” He asked and you glanced up at him.

“I want this.” You almost said need, but bit your tongue.

You looked for any sign that maybe he didn’t want this, but you could find none and that made the urgency flare up in your chest as you brought him closer to you. He went easily, hands gripping your thighs to spread them.

“Spread your legs wider.” He instructed you and you did as you were told, ignoring the slight ache in your thighs at being stretched so wide.

Maybe you should’ve felt embarrassed by the position you were in, on display on your kitchen counter with your dress flipped up to reveal your bottom half. But Daniel was roving his eyes over you like he hadn’t seen anything like it before, and that was enough for the last smidge of self-consciousness to dissipate into thin air.

He took himself in his hand and stroked a couple of times, and you were so mesmerised by the sight of it that you almost missed the way he suddenly halted and looked around.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, frowning and he glanced at you.

“Do you have… anything?”

It took a second for you to gather your thoughts and understand what he meant, and dread suddenly sank in your stomach when you realised that no, you really didn’t have protection.

“Shit.” You swore, frowning as you sat up a bit. You looked at him, eyes searching his face as the most stupid idea crept into your mind. “I don’t— I don’t mind?”

His eyebrows jumped, and you couldn’t blame his surprise because it was a reckless move. But you were on the pill and you hadn’t been sexually active for a while. And maybe you shouldn’t, but you trusted Daniel enough.

“I mean, I’m clean and I’m on the pill.” You quickly added when he still hadn’t said anything.

You briefly contemplated sneaking into the sleeping couple’s room and stealing from Kelly, but the sheer horror you felt at the thought of being caught by your brother was enough for you to dismiss that thought. No way.

“I’m clean too.” Daniel said, placing a hand on your cheek and tilting your head up to look at him. “Are you sure about this? We don’t have to do it.”

“I’m sure.” You said and you meant it.

Daniel smiled with a nod, leaning forward to press a tentative kiss to your lips and it didn’t take long to fall back into that previous urgency you’d felt. You loved on his lower lip as he stepped forward, slipping two fingers into you and stretching you out for good measure before he gripped himself in his hand and guided you forward on the counter.

It felt like the breath was stolen from you as he breached you, keeping his eyes on your face to watch for any change and your eyelids fluttered shut as he pushed inside.

“Fuuuuck me.” He dragged out the words, struggling to find his breath at the sheer warmth enveloping him. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”

You blinked them open, mouth falling into an O that looked too inviting for Daniel. He kept his eyes on yours as he bottomed out, waiting for a nod from you before he pulled back and thrusted forward, jolting you and making you moan out.

“Fuck, baby.” He set up a good rhythm, leaning his forehead against yours as he started fucking you. “Sound so pretty for me but you need to keep it down. Wouldn’t want your brother to find us like this, do you?”

He groaned when you tightened around him, giving you a particularly hard thrust in retaliation that made you whimper.

“That got you tight.” He turned his head to nudge his nose against your cheek, and you could feel him smile slowly against your skin. You could only imagine how downright filthy it looked. “Does that turn you on? The fact that someone could walk in and see you like this?”

It was a horrifying thought, but you couldn’t deny the heat spreading through your entire body as you imagined it. And Daniel could feel it affecting you, feeling you squeeze around his cock so deliciously tight that he almost faltered in his rhythm.

Your stomach was starting to tighten up, a telltale sign that you were so close but you still needed that incentive; that last push over the edge of wild oblivion. Your hand wrapped around the back of his neck to keep you upright while the other one found a home between your legs, fingers a little too slippery to cause any real friction. You let out a frustrated huff and wiped your hands on your dress before returning to touching yourself.

Daniel had his eyes fastened on you the entire time, feeling dangerously close to climaxing but he refused to be the one to come first, staving off for as long as he could.

It was difficult, it was so hard to keep up pace when you were clenching around him like you were subconsciously trying to keep him deep inside. He glanced up at your face and got exactly a two second warning before your mouth fell open and your legs got tight around him.

“Dan—“ The rest of your moan got choked off against the dampness of his shirt as he placed a hand on the back of your head and pressed your face to his shoulder; a poor attempt at muffling your sounds.

He couldn’t hold it off any longer, burying his face against the side of your head. “Where do you want me?” He should’ve pulled out, and he would if you told him so, but you felt heavenly around him and he momentarily wished that he could bury himself deep in your being and never get up for air.

“In.” Your words were trembling, breathless. “In me, please.”

And who was he to deny that, when you were begging so prettily?

“Fuck, sweetheart.” He gave a thrust, two and let out a guttural moan that he struggled to keep inside. Your breathy little noises as he shot off inside you was the only thing he could hear alongside the rush of blood in his ears. “This cunt.”

Your whole world tilted on its axis and you found yourself on your back, the hard and cool plane of the counter a nice contrast against your sweaty back. A giggle left your lips when you glanced down where Daniel had somehow managed to lose his balance, folding himself on top of you.

Daniel glanced up at the sound of your laughter, a dazed smile creeping onto his face and you couldn’t help but run your fingers through his sweaty hair, pushing the locks away from his forehead so you could get a look at his eyes.

He looked a lot like he did after a gruelling race. Sweaty and flushed, the apples of his cheeks tinted pink. But there was a bliss to him that definitely didn’t come from racing, and you flushed all over when you realized that it was your doing, you’d done that.

It was a powerful feeling to bring a man like that to his knees.

“Sorry.” He apologised as he placed both hands on either side of you, pushing himself up on unsteady feet. He held his hand out and helped you sit up. The stickiness between your legs was starting to cool, feeling uncomfortable and very much like you were in dire need of a shower. “You alright?”

You glanced up at him and smiled. “Perfect.”

He reciprocated the smile, looking like he was a little unsure of how to proceed. You didn’t blame him, because what did you do after that whole ordeal, in a kitchen, nonetheless. You wrapped one leg around his thigh and urged him forward, hands grabbing at his arms when he was close enough.

“You look beautiful.” He said, voice sincere and quiet, just for your ears. It made you feel a little sheepish, but you thought that you’d never get tired of hearing it if it came from his mouth.

“So do you.” You said, words spoken against his lips before he slotted his mouth over yours in a kiss.

The skin around your mouth was feeling a little chafed from his beard, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care as you let yourself be kissed; lost in the taste and smell of him. It was unbelievable how intoxicating he was.

“I’m gonna need a shower after that.” You said, laughing when he gave you a look and burying your face in the juncture of his neck and shoulder, wrapping yourself around him - much like a koala bear. Daniel must’ve mirrored your delirious thoughts, because he spoke up a moment later.

“Alright, you little koala bear.” He laughed, sounding five shades of amused as he wrapped his arms around you.

You slapped at his back, “Do not make that a nickname.”

The counter disappeared beneath you as he lifted you, the feeling of being weightless so sudden and jarring that you let out a yelp; arms clutching at him to not fall. He had no intention of dropping you though, hauling you up in his arms until he was holding you steadily.

“What are you doing?” You whispered, half-hushed and it was kind of ridiculous that you were being mindful of your voice after all the noise you’d surely created a few minutes prior.

The possibility of Max walking in felt a lot more dangerous now that you weren’t blind with lust, and you still didn’t know how Daniel felt about screwing his friend’s sister behind his back. It was a lot of feelings to unpack, but you put it in an imaginary box and locked it away in your mind for another day.

“You said you needed a shower.” His smile was blinding as always when you pulled back to look at him. “I’m here to assist.”

“That’s what they’re calling it nowadays? Assisting?” You joked and Daniel raised his brows in amusement as he began navigating the way to the bathroom.

It was an old house, depriving you of an en suite that you desperately wished you had now. You’d never felt a need for it, seeing as you were living alone, but it would’ve lowered the chances of the other two occupants hearing the shower running so late.

Your concerns went up in smoke when Daniel finally found the bathroom, kicking the door shut gently behind him. It was a failed attempt, the door screeching like something out of a scary movie and it made you muffle your laugh behind your hand.

“Gonna need to oil that, love.” He said, putting you down on your feet.

That’s what you’d told yourself a hundred times since moving in, but it had a weird charm to it so you never did. That, and you just never got around to fixing the door.

There was a bizarre thought that was so fleeting that you dismissed it almost immediately, imagining Daniel dropping by in Spain and coming to visit you between GP's. Him in your kitchen with his guard down, doing maintenance work on your house that so desperately needed it. It warmed your heart to the core, thinking of him squeezing you into his busy schedule but then you thought of Max and your thoughts halted.

Max. He'd done nothing throughout your childhood but protect you, being there for you whenever you needed it and you'd been leaning on each other into adulthood. He was the closest person to you in your life, and the thought of going behind his back made something sour bloom in your mouth.

"Hey."

You looked up at the hushed word, blinking in slight confusion when you saw the concern marring Daniel's face. He must've seen you zone out completely and you realized that you'd been deep in your thoughts for a while because the shower was running already.

Daniel reached a hand out to touch your shoulder, just a quick stroke of his fingers against your skin and you felt your body light up at the slightest touch from him.

"Lost you there for a minute." He said, tilting his head to the side to catch your eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

You looked at him, considered lying, but again, what good would it do?

"Max." You said, the name heavy on your tongue.

His face morphed into something unreadable and he regarded you silently. Like he was trying to reach into your brain and dissect your thoughts.

"Look," He sat down on the edge of the bathtub and peered up at you with his beautifully brown eyes. "I want to explore this with you, see where it takes us. Do you?"

You nodded before he'd finished his sentence, relief seeping into your tense body because he understood your sudden fear, he knew what you'd meant.

"Alright." He gave you a smile, radiant and reassuring. "We don't have to involve Max until we're absolutely sure where we stand."

He made it sound so easy, and maybe it was. Maybe you could do this without involving the outside world, exist in your own little bubble and see where it takes you without the added pressure from the public or either families.

Daniel helped you out of your dress, pressing small and fleeting kisses to your shoulder and arms. It was like he was trying to encourage you to take the plunge.

And in some way you did, as you stepped under the spray of the shower with him.

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Why Didn’t You Tell Me? Chapter 3: Mom and Dad

Words: 790

warnings: *angst* *fluff* *rehab* *mentions of drugs* *mentions of alcohol* *pregnancy*

“Okay, Mrs. Sixx please take your shoes off and step on the weight scale after this we are going to check your height and draw a bit of blood.” Dr.Kelly says.

You take off your shoes and you step onto the scale. 

“112 pounds is not good,” Dr.Kelly says. 

The nurse records it with her gel pen on the paper attached to her clipboard.

“Okay now step here for me we will check your height”

“5 '9,” Dr.Kelly says.

“Okay, so your weight is not good, especially for your baby. You should be around 130-150 pounds right now.”

“Can I ask what types of drugs you used to use?” Dr.Kelly asks professionally.

“I used to use anything I had around the house. But heroin and cocaine mainly. I also drank a lot of Vodka and Wine” you say embarrassed.

The nurse continued to jot down notes on the paper attached to the clipboard.

“Okay, we need to draw your blood now so we can test if there is anything wrong. Okay, put your arm on the rest. ” She says.

She puts a blue band above your forearm. The doctor draws your blood. They put it in a vial and they take it with them.

“Okay, now we need to check on your baby. Mom and Dad, is that okay with you?.” The doctor and nurse smile at you and Nikki.

“Yes,” you and Nikki respond. 

The doctor asks you to lie down and lift your shirt. Dr.Kelly snaps her gloves on and puts the ultrasound gel on your lower belly which is starting to bulge. 

“The gel will feel cold.” She warns you.

The doctor starts to scan your belly. She gently moves the scanner around on your bump. You see your baby on the ultrasound monitor. 

“There it is Mom and Dad. Your  baby is tiny for three months but once you progress further and if it seems to be a problem we will have to induce labor early so we can take care of it  but they seem to be doing well in there.” 

You and Nikki watch your baby on the monitor in awe. The picture is black and white but you both still feel so connected to your little girl. Nikki feels so excited to have this baby with you. He feels so excited.

“Would you like to know the gender?” Dr.Kelly asks softly.

“We already know the gender,”  Nikki says.

 “Alright then. We are done.” Dr.Kelly says with a smile on her face.

The doctor reads the measurements of the baby out loud and the nurse puts them down on her clipboard. The doctor hands you a napkin to wipe the gel off. 

“Everything is fine and just remember to take care of yourself okay?” Dr.Kelly says.

“I'm going to prescribe you prenatal vitamins, read the instructions on the bottle and take them daily.” Dr.Kelly explains.

“Here is what your schedule may look like here,” Dr.Kelly says as she hands you a paper.

"Breakfast is at 7:00 am. Meditation is at 8:30 am. One-on-one therapy is at 10:00 am. There is a break between 11:30 am to 2:00 pm. Lunch is at noon. Exercising is at 3:00 pm. Group meetings are at 4:00 pm. Group therapy is from 6:00 pm to 7:30 pm. Dinner is at 8:00 pm. Bedtime is at 10:00 pm." Dr. Kelly verbally tells you your schedule.

“Do I have to follow this?” You say in concern.

“Yes you do,” Dr.Kelly says firmly. You start to whisper to Nikki

The doctor walks out of the room and you soon return to your room in the rehab facility.

 “I don't want to do this. I wanna go home” You whine.

“Y/N stop acting like a child you're on your way to having one. You need to do this for all three of us.” Nikki whispers firmly.

You hold your belly trying to connect with your baby. You decide to ignore the schedule and go to bed because you don't want to feel anything. After what feels like an eternity you fall asleep. Nikki hesitates but he puts his hand on your belly and he starts to talk to your baby.

“Hey honey. Your mom is going through a difficult time and I know it's taking a toll on you but please remember she loves you so much. The only reason she doesn't give up yet is because of you. She could have left a long time ago but she is here for us”  Nikki says softly.

“I need you to know that I love you my girl” Nikki says softly.

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They Always Come Back

Aaron Hotchner x f!reader

Explicit, 18+

Letting Him Go

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My AO3

Summary: You and Aaron met in college, Criminology Major, funny enough. Throughout your five years at George Washington College, you and Hotchner had this on and off again relationship; it was all fun until you started to realize that you loved him. After graduation the two of you cut ties and left it as dumb college love, going your separate ways. After a decade you finally land your dream job, a seat at the BAU; however when you notice the name copied on the email, you can’t believe your eyes.

Chapter Summary: It’s your Senior year, you’re finally done after this and you couldn’t be more excited. This year is a little different than the others but some of the problems are the same, is there any coming back from it or is this the end of the road for Aaron and you?

Word count: 8k

Warning: angst, fluff, verbal fighting

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“Ethnocentrism,” Aaron states as he glances up from the small white flash card that rests in his stomach, covering the definition so you don’t cheat. Like he caught you doing earlier, on one of the easier words, obviously knowing the answer and wanting to play with him a little bit.

You and Hotch have been studying for Winter midterms for the past two hours in your dorm. Kelly’s out with Bella and it’s nice to have the place to yourself. He wanted you to quiz him first since he was focusing more on the Law side of his classes, which you were fine with - it gave you a chance to re-learn and review some things of your own.

Mainly because tests have never been your strong suit. You always second guess yourself and end up scoring lower, but still passing, than your overall grade.

It takes a second for your brain to process the word he just told you, but with the cogs turning, it finally clicks.

“The belief that a person's culture or group is superior to any others.” You gently swivel side to side in your rolling chair at the end of bed, away from Aaron. Your heads tilted up to the ceiling, and your hands rest while intertwined on your belly, you’ve found it’s the best way to focus, so you don’t get distracted by anything.

“Good shit baby,” he chimes, “Now let’s try this one- Syntax.”

Uuuhhhh, you groan. For some reason, your brain is blanking. You thought this would be easier because you’ve taken the time to memorize them and their definitions. Even though you party a significant amount, you also are on top of your school work, and you’ll be damned if you let this opportunity slip away from you.

“Gimme a hint please,” you sigh after a few more seconds of thinking, and start rubbing your eyes with your palms, trying to relieve the pressure that’s beginning to build. The irritation of not knowing the definition right away is messing with you, and you’re not sure if it’s just because you’re on the spot or you’re too stressed about failing.

“There are four types, or groups, of this.” His voice is smooth, flowing like a calm river.

You have to stop yourself from getting distracted by him, even though you’re not looking at him, the vibration that he has in his voice still takes your mind away from the task at hand. So you spin your chair around so your body is now facing the door.

“What are-“

“Sshhh!”

“Yes ma’am.” His smirk is plastered all over his face, you just know it.

Four groups, four groups, four groups, four-

“Specific words that come together and form sentences and, or phrases!” You spin around, quickly lowering your head to look at his reaction, and by the nod of his head with a smile - you can’t help but feel amazing.

“That’s it,” he remarks, “and that was the last one.”

“Damn, look at me!” You clap once, sincerely proud of yourself for getting there, “wait, really?” He laughs, yes dear, and takes the stack of white cards off of his belly and moves them to your bedside table. “That went by so fast,” you spring up from your chair and move to your mattress, crawling on top Aaron who’s laid back on your pile of pillows.

“Well, hello there,” he purrs, his arms open so you can place yourself where you want, moving up enough so that your chin rests in the middle of his chest, and the rest of your body lays on his torso and in between his open legs. Your arms come up to rest under your chin, so neither of you are uncomfortable, and his large arms wrap around your waist like a cocoon, squeezing tightly for a second before releasing a bit.

You can’t help but stare up at his face and your heart swells at the thought of him not being yours - he’s your one and only, and you’re his one and only. The face that’s normally serious and edged, is now soft and gentle, the lines are still there but softer than ever - he seems relaxed. You must be staring considerably longer than normal because you watch as his eyebrows start to furrow and curve, just a fraction than usual.

“What?” He questions, the corner of his lips curve just a bit and his cheeks start to have this pink hue to them.

“Didn’t say nothin’,” you murmur back, your right hand comes out from under your chin and you start to draw circles with your pointer finger on his chest. “Just like lookin’ at my boyfriend, is that a problem?”

“Not at all baby,” he calmly replies, next thing you feel is his right hand leave your waist and finds a new spot under your chin and makes you look at him. “As long as I get to look at you too.”

“I don’t mind.” You smirk and he follows your facial expression while simultaneously pulling your face towards his and kisses you. Which starts out slow and gentle, but then turns into a needy one; teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance, and hands scratching every inch of one another’s bodies.

His hands have found their way under your, his, shirt and firmly grip your skin, leaving bruises for you tomorrow.

However, you hear the door swing open behind you and Kelly and Bella talking to each other, loudly. “Jason is just all about-“

“Don’t y’all knock?” Both you and Aaron groan, letting both your heads fall in opposite directions - yours on his chest and his back onto the pillows under and behind him. Bella and Kelly must be hammered because they both start screaming with laughter and trying to say words in between each laugh.

“You two,” she squeals,”are just-” a snort interrupts her before she finishes, “perfect!” Kelly’s fallen to the floor, on her knees as she grips the door handle and Bella is leaning against the counter on the left side of the room, losing it.

Even though they just messed up whatever stress relieving, dick-sucking, pussy pounding fucking you two would’ve had - you can’t help but laugh at them. Not with, at. “Have a fun time guys?” You ask as you just shake your head at them, then turn around to Aaron, who is laying there with his hands behind his head and giggling at your two best friends.

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You’re walking back to your truck from the library, two large textbooks in your arms, a pearl colored purse hung on your right shoulder tucked under your arm, the crisp fall air flowing around you and causing warm colored leaves to swirl by. A small chill runs up your jean jacket and black tanktop and causes your shoulders to jolt and tense up, you pick up your pace to get out of the chilly weather.

You really miss the warm summer air that disappeared about a month ago in mid-October. It could start snowing any day now, so you’re trying to savor every moment before it does - you’re really shocked that it hasn’t already started considering it’s the first week in December, but you won’t complain.

The books are for two different lectures; ASL and Communication Studies, two of your four courses left until you graduate in the Spring. You figured the cheapest and smartest way for you to really grind on studying for midterms next week was to get these books, to loan them from the library, and just make sure you remember to return them before Winter break.

“Girl- hold up, you’re too fast,” Kelly yells behind you, her matte white kitten pumps clicking on the pavement as she runs to you.

You met Kelly this past September in your Communication Studies class after being forced to be in a group together for a project, but you both quickly learned that you two are like, one in the same. More than you and Bella, which you thought was virtually impossible, so when the three of you get together - let’s just say, things get rowdy.

Not long after meeting her and introducing her to Bella, you guys became a popular trio on campus, you guys are almost always together. Everyone on campus calls you guys the Three Musketeers because of how much time you guys spend together and the trouble you get into.

The group consists of; you, who everyone seemed to know and love. You were known around campus as “Keg girl” or “Knockout”, the names alone are extremely accurate and self explanatory - you love your cheap beer and love to knock out bitches, what can you say? You aren’t really proud of it, but it’s college, right? And at least you’re passing with flying colors and have been since you enrolled.

Next is Bella, who is no more than five-foot-two with curves, the whole hips and tits vibe, having gorgeous doe eyes, and strong facial features. Her hair is a soft chestnut brown that’s thin and down to the middle of her back, all while having this hilarious, bubbly personality. She’s the kind of friend who’s going to make you do karaoke and make a fool out of yourself - which you honestly adore her for because it brings you out of your shell even more.

Then there’s Kelly who’s older than you by four years but she’s nothing but a ray of sunshine and laughs, she’s always the life of the party but she can turn it off without any hesitation, which is why she fits in so well. She’s taller than Bella but thinner, five-seven on a good day as Kelly says, but she’s all legs and she knows it.

This girl's whole wardrobe is nothing but kitten heels, pencil skirts, fitting slacks, expensive blouses, button ups, and business dresses - she has ‘party’ clothes, but not that many. Her dark black hair has always been cut short in a bob that aligns up to her chin, her natural tanned skin has light freckles scattered all over her body but she has a small cluster on her nose and cheeks.

The three of you are absolutely perfect for each other.

So when you came back and was shown your large dorm room, you were terrified of what kind of roommate you were going to get because Bella was permanently living with Henry. When you found out that Kelly was your roommate, you were ecstatic, you really had lucked out.

Kelly also grew up raised only by her mother and has an incredible relationship with her, much like you and your mom. The only difference is she is learning to become a criminal defense attorney and you give her so much credit for that, because not many people want to have that job - shit you know you don’t, even with the insane pay rates.

But it’s nice that she’s betting for the other team because this gives you the chance to also learn with her, so you can learn how to have the upper hand in situations later on. For example, say you make it to the BAU, like you dream, and there’s an unsub who lawyers up immediately. Your knowledge is going to be valuable because with the help from Kelly, you’ll know what questions to ask or to stay away from and you will some-what have an idea what’s going on in the brain of the attorney.

“I told you, I wanted to get back to Aaron’s before it gets too late,” you shout back to her, realizing she caught up to you so you lower your voice so you don’t shout in her face. “Thought you said you were fast in heels Kel’s?” You laugh as you reach the driver side of your truck, Kelly going to the passenger.

“I am! You’re just a fast walker!” She smiles as she pulls the door open and climbs onto the cool leather seat, slamming her door shut. “Also you still have-'' she looks at the clock on the dash as you twist the key into your ignition, the rumble of your engine loud. “-At least another forty-five minutes before it’s ’too late’.”

While you listen to her higher pitched voice try to convince you she’s right, you turn your upper body so you can set your books in your backseat. You throw your white shoulder purse back there too, it bothers you too much when you drive if you wear it.

Turning back around to face the steering wheel, you realize what she just said. “Wait- did you say forty-five?” You glance at your clock that reads, “6:07PM” and you scoff, throwing your head back on your headrest. You thought it was closer to seven and had to hurry back. Since you and Aaron came from your moms, the two of you have a movie night on Thursdays - mainly because it was a day where you could let loose and not worry about school or work, it helped that it was also yours and his Friday.

“I told you,” Kelly sings as she slaps her small hand on your jean covered thigh, “So don’t worry about it, let’s go get a drink real quick. My treat!”

Your head perks up and turns to face her immediately at her offer, a smug smile slowly appears, “Danny’s?”

“Drive then baby!” She chimes, pulling her seatbelt over her shoulder and clicking it secure.

Before you take off, you too click your seatbelt on, then turn your radio on and once again, Doug and Carrie’s voices fill your truck. But before you get a chance to listen to what they’re talking about, the beat of the next song fades in and you can’t believe it - it’s your and Kelly’s song, My Lovin (You’re Never Gonna Get It) by En Vogue.

“Ouhh bop!” You both sing together, you turn the volume knob louder so the beat thumps from your front and back speakers, “No, you’re never gonna get it!” Kelly bounces her shoulders to the music and swipes the loose strands of her shiny black hair behind her ear to be with the rest of her short, bobbed hair.

You put your truck in drive and you pull out of the semi-busy parking lot and head towards the local College bar, Danny’s.

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“Are you sure you don’t wanna-” she hiccups, “stay here with me?” Kelly drunkenly laughs as she sits in the booth across from you. You two have been at Danny’s for just over thirty minutes and somehow she’s successfully gotten drunk; that’s what happens when she takes five shots of Patron back-to-back, with no water in sight.

You’ve only had two over the span of the thirty minutes, you’re feeling it more as a body buzz rather than a fucked up kinda buzz - you felt comfortable and safe to drive the two blocks you had to get back to the dorms.

“Uh- yeah Kel’s,” you assure her but quickly turning the question back to her, “Are you sure you don’t wanna come back with me?” You know that she can handle herself but there’s always that level of concern of something happening because it can happen to anyone.

“Yeah- you just go hang out with Hotchy boy and I’ll-“

“Kelly!” A girl squeals on the other side of the bar, as you pick your head up to look and you see Maria weaving through the crowd of college students. Maria and Kelly grew up together, much like you and Bella but Maria doesn’t go to GWC, she got a job as the security guard for one of the museums in D.C and lives with her boyfriend, Greg.

“Maria!” Kelly cheers as she slides out of the booth and pulls Maria into her arms for a giggly hug. “What are you doin’ here baby?” She pulls away and stumbles back a bit until her ass bumps the table and she slides to her left, plopping herself down on the worn out leather seat.

“We’re out for Greg’s birthday, was gonna call you but I got too hung up on the surprise!” She laughs, then turns when she notices on the other side, “Oh my god I’m so rude, how are you girl?”

You grab your purse that’s laying on your thighs and slide out of the booth so you can properly greet and hug her, “I’m doin’ good, thank you! I was actually just on my way out to meet up with Aaron ‘n was tryna convince Kel’s to come back to our dorm.”

“No, I told you I’m fine-“

“Hangout with us! I can bring you back later tonight, no problem!” Maria suggests with a grin that fills her face, her natural coiled curls bounce with her movements. “I mean, I was supposed to invite you anyway!”

You watch as Kelly’s face lights up with excitement, she then spins to face you and you can tell that she wants to stay and have fun - you can’t blame her.

“Okay okay, just- be safe please!” You finally give in to her pleas, “Call me when you get back, Kel’s, I mean it. Don’t pull a ‘New Years’ on me.” You mimic a phone with your pinky and thumb, raising it to your ear making sure she remembers, or maybe Maria will then remember.

“Eeii, thank you baby! I’ll remember,” she hiccups, “to call, I promise!” She giggles and leaps into your arms for a hug, making you stumble a bit from her force. Alright alright, love you girl, you mumble into her shoulder before she lets go of you so you can say goodbye to Maria. “Keep an eye on her, she likes to wander,” you laugh as she nods her head and chuckles, “lt was nice to see you for a second, be safe ‘n tell Greg said happy birthday!”

“Oh trust me girl, I know! I sure will, drive safely and tell Aaron ‘hi’ from us.” She states as she hugs you tightly. You pull away and make your way towards the double glass doors that lead to the busy sidewalk. But before you push them open, you turn around a blow rapid kisses towards Maria and Kelly, they both mimic back.

—

After you dropped things off at your dorm and quickly changed out of your day clothes, into light gray leggings and one of Aaron’s hoodies. You start walking over to Aaron’s for your movie night. Tonight is “A League of Their Own”, you absolutely love this movie, as soon as it came out on VHS you bought it.

Aaron has still not seen it, he’s not opposed to it, you’ve always just watched movies that neither of you have seen - a couple repeats here and there, but not that often.

With the VHS in your purse that hangs over your shoulder, you walk up the last flight of stairs that lead to his dorm room. As you make your way past the door and down the lightly packed hallway, for some reason this eerie feeling clouds your head and you’re not sure why.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, you think to yourself. You’re not drunk by any means, but the tingly feeling lingers in your stomach and head. However, there’s something else that’s bothering you and you can’t put your finger on it.

Whatever that gut feeling is, it subconsciously tells you to wait before you open his door, you want to listen and see if anything is different. Putting your right ear up to the white door and your heart sinks - you’re able to hear his voice talking to someone.

“She’s gonna be here any minute, you gotta go cause she’s gonna kill you. If she sees you and I, here- dead.”

“I’m not scared of her and why are you? And like you said, we’re not doin’ anything, so what’s the problem?”

“Well- I’ve helped you with what I can-“

You can’t eavesdrop anymore, you know it’s her. You can’t miss the trashy tone that she has. This bitch really doesn’t care about her life, huh?

You swing the door open and you’re steaming with rage, not caring what vial words fly out of your mouth.

“Tiffa- Are you fuckin’ series right now?” Your heart rate increases, practically jumping out of your chest, your blood boils, and your vision has tunneled on them as you stand in Aaron’s doorway.

Your brain completely forgets about the movie date you two have. You just busted in on Aaron and Tiffany sitting on his bed, much like how you two did that one night - when he apologized for the incident with Tiffany.

Too focused on their close proximity, you don’t even register that there are different Law books, notebooks, and flashcards that surround their criss-crossed legs. Clearly studying, but that’s the last thing you think about because you know she has an underlying reason to be here.

She wants to get under your skin and she’s just asking for trouble, it’s all she wants. You’re mainly blown away by how comfortable she is here in his dorm, alone with him after the night at Jackson’s party; after knocking her out cold and telling her to stay away.

Did she not get the fuckin’ memo?

Your mind goes straight to the worst, he’s actually done it, he’s cheated on me. Tears threaten to burst from your eyes, your throat tightens, and your stomach sinks past the hardwood floor. You’re trying to keep your composure mainly in front of Tiffany, who is staring at you as she stays next to him with slanted eyes and a smug smile, checkmate bitch, written all over her freckled face.

Not backing down to her, you stare back at her because you don’t want her to know that she got to you and won, because that is not what happened here. Even though it sure seems like it, you refuse to give her that satisfaction. She is the very last person, if ever, to get to know that just because you know that you are a better person than her - as a friend and as a partner.

She would use this opportunity to her advantage whenever she could, but you’re not going to give her the chance.

While your hands balled into fists at your sides, biting your bottom lip sharply, enough for the taste of copper to seep into your mouth, and you can just feel the heat radiating off of your face from the embarrassment and rage. You’re trying your damn best to not lose your shit and charge her, because you’re pretty sure you’d end up putting her in the hospital - if not worse.

You know that you can’t do that to yourself, you’ve done nothing but try your hardest to get to where you are right now, and you’re not going to risk that over some fraternity whore. You also know that you’re more deserving of someone to be real with you and for someone who truly loves you to take care of you and be there for you.

And it finally clicks that Aaron just isn’t giving you that. He did for a while, but since Thanksgiving last week, something changed.

His attention hasn’t been the same, he’s constantly out with the guys, more than usual, and he’s been making excuses to not hang out. Then when you two get a chance to yourselves, he’s very reserved, quieter than usual, and not as touchy like he normally is. The sex was still great, but the connection just didn’t seem to be there.

At first you weren’t sure what to think, he wasn’t giving you anything to go on, but now that you walked in on this - it all makes sense, the puzzle has finally come together. Or at least, from your perspective it seems like that’s the only outcome from what’s currently in front of you.

“No- it’s not what-“ panic. It’s the one emotion you can read from his face and hear from his voice.

“Just- Fuck you Aaron, we’re done.” The lump in your throat causes your voice to break at the last inflection of your words, how could he do this to me, again?

You slam his dorm room door shut and bolt down the hallway that leads to the stairs, aggressively pushing the metal door to escape. Your vision is blurred from the tears that finally fall from your eyes as you do your best to jog down the four flights of the spiral-like staircase, causing you to stumble a tiny bit on the first landing as you round the corner.

Why am I so stupid? How did I not see this coming? Of course he’s still fuckin’ with her, stupid of me to not think that. Well, good job Aaron cause you just lost me for good.

“Wait-“ the echo of Aaron’s pleading voice calling out your name and the popping of his shoes down the cement stairs pierces your ears as you reach the metal door that leads to the outside. Leave me alone. Just one more step and you can really be gone for good, leaving him alone with her - but a sliver of you doesn’t want that.

Maybe it’s selfish of you, but you want him all to yourself, but you’ll never admit that, there’s just no way that you can. Because when he does things like this, you look so stupid in front of his and your own friends and you’ll be embarrassed if that will continue.

He calls out your name again as you stand there, hands on the metal bar ready to shove the heavy door open. You take a deep breath in and out, blocking out the sound of him as you get ready to exit the stairs.

As you swing the door open, you're met with the most intense thunderstorm you’ve seen here in D.C these last few years. Oh- so it can rain but not snow, fantastic, you think as you take a quick overview of the path you need to take to get back to your dorm - preferably not soaked from the rain. But no matter which way you think about taking, you’re going to have to get drenched, fuck it.

Without hesitation, you run into the storm. Your black and white forces instantly drowning in the deep brown puddles that’ve formed on the sidewalk in a matter of a couple minutes. At the same time, the cold water splashes the bottom half of your leggings, staining them with mud as you sprint in the direction of your dorm. Of course it has to be on the other side of campus, a good five minute walk, at least.

You’re so caught up in running away from the man who can’t stop his repeated behaviors, that you don’t hear the voice that you love so much call out to you.

“Can you just- Stop?”

Finally, your brain acknowledges his presence, but your body still hasn’t. Your thoughts and the rain cause you to continue running away from him, from jealousy, and from heartbreak; but you don’t get far. You feel this large hand forcefully grab your left bicep, whipping you around to face Aaron.

Your hair is drenched as it lays behind your shoulders, raindrops sting your face from above and below as the water bounces off of his and your skin. Your insides are still boiling as you rip your arm from his grip, crossing your arms against your chest - a sign that you want to close off from the world, go into hiding so you don’t have to face this.

Neither of you say anything, just heavy breathing and unknowing glares to one another as the sharp rain continues to pour on and around you. Thunder booms loudly from above, quickly followed by a crack of lightning that briefly illuminates the darkly clouded sky. Usually thunderstorms calm you down from any stress from that day, but now it terrifies you, enough to make your shoulders jump just an inch as the rumble shakes the ground below you.

The embarrassment and frustration of putting so much time and work into a man who helped you find the true meaning of love, and for him to just keep shitting on you again and again - has taken over.

Your brain and heart feel like they got played, suckered even, because you’re naturally a giver in the relationship. Hotch is too but not even close compared to you, and he kept taking and taking and taking everything you would give, almost greedy for more sometimes.

Only giving about half of the same energy to you, sometimes more, but now that you look back - it’s just so you would stay with him, or at least that’s how you perceive it. But a little part of your head knows that he doesn’t know really, any better because of how he grew up - not saying it’s an excuse, however it puts his actions under a different light.

But yet again; that’s a very small part of you.

The majority of the other part is, you can’t believe you let him stomp over you like this, multiple times, over the course of five long years. But that’s the other thing, those five years were incredible. You and Aaron had the best chemistry and relationship together, for a long time, even on the bad days. Last Summer was huge for the two of you, it brought you closer together and made the connection so much stronger - so you’re not really sure where it all went wrong, so quickly.

You’re trying to gather your thoughts and you’re just getting soaked, not a care in the world about it. You print the image of the drenched, distressed looking man now a couple feet away from you, in the front of your brain.

The now maintained strands of black hair stick to his forehead and sides of his face, within the last couple months he started to keep his hair shorter. Since his beard is gone, you catch the way his jaw clenched as he catches his breath from chasing you. His eyebrows have the signature curved line to them to show his sincerity about what just happened, mainly to do with you. The rain has caused his baby blue button up to shift into a darker blue and clings to his skin, exposing his toned shoulders that you just want to bite into.

No, I'm mad at him ‘n I need to hold my own. I’m not gonna fold this time. I gotta say it.

“Why? Just so you ca- can lasso me in again?” You shout with confidence, but there’s also an inflection of heartbreak. “Like you always do. It’s the same thing again ‘n again, ‘n I don’t know why I keep fallin’ back into it. But, I do ‘n maybe that’s my fault but I can’t keep doin’ this Hotch. We’re almost done with school ‘n look at us,” you scream, throwing your hands out to your side, a cold gust of wind hitting your chest.

“We’re in the same fuckin’ place Hotch! It’s been five years ‘n for some reason, you just can’t seem t-to get it through your thick fuckin’ skull.” You’re screaming, but the thunder and lightning muffle your voice from the world so it’s only Aaron and you. “‘N'm not sayin’ I’m perfect, but at least I try to change. Unlike you ‘n your ignorant ass.” You scoff, shaking your head but never letting your eyes wander away from his glossy ones, watching as a tear escapes down his cheek.

Unbelievable.

“Tears, really? Are you really gonna fuckin’ cry now? When you’re the one who keeps fuckin’ up!” You almost laugh from the disbelief. “Why do you keep doin’ these things to me? Huh?” Your tone shifts to an aggressive one and your palms quickly go to his chest and you push hard, causing him to stumble back a bit. “Being so sweet ‘n tender with me, makin’ me feel worth something. ‘N then for you to just- have her in your room…alone?! It makes no sense to me- explain it to me why- please!”

Your voice shifts from sad, to angry, to confused, and any other emotion you could imagine. You just want to know why this keeps happening, and what he’s not learning to change - that’s really all you want at this time.

“Why?!”

At this point, the floodgates have opened, your salty tears and the stinging rain on your cheeks have become one liquid, but you’re also at your boiling point, ears are hot to the touch and steaming. You continue to shove him over and over as you shout at him, he never once fights back.

“I gave you everything. Brought you home to my-my Mom,” you gasp trying to catch your breath, the cold air rushes down your lungs, causing it to burn. Your shoves have now turned to punches, hard and direct on his chest from the bottom of your fist - he accepts everyone of them without protest.

“Showed you my hometown, talked ‘bout my family that I barely even know, ‘n showed you the most revealing parts of myself. ‘N you keep going back to her, her? What do you see in her that I don’t have? Why her and not me, why?”

By now Aaron’s back has hit the brick wall that leads to the stairs that you just ran out of, and thankfully has an awning to cover the cold rain, and he’s still allowing you to push him into it. He’s silent, not giving you any answers or even any clues about what he’s thinking - which you’re not sure if you do or don’t want to know.

However, no matter what he does at this moment, you’re going to be upset about it, and you have every right to be. You take a second to glance up from his chest, where the bottom of your fists rest against his dripping wet shirt.

You can’t read him.

His brows aren’t furrowed, so his age lines aren’t deep and prominent like usual, you can barely see the color in his eyes. All you can gather from his tears and features is, he’s upset, but you’re not sure about what. Either it’s about you ending things, or it’s about getting caught with Tiffany.

This has never happened before. The disbelief and anger that linger around yourself and him takes over your sadness really fast. It’s not another minute before your fists start beating him once again, harder than before.

“You’re an asshole Hotch ‘n I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you, I hate-“

Before you realize it, Aaron’s arms wrap around your jumping shoulders while you scream and sob into his damp shirt. Your punches have slowly turned into weak jabs, now that your body is being held against his as he holds you. Sshhh, baby sshhh, vibrates the top of your head and chest as he starts to rock side to side on his feet, trying to calm you down so you don’t have a complete panic attack.

“I hate that I still love you…Aaron.” You weakly sob, finally giving up on your punches and efforts to get away from him. You’ve used pretty much all the energy your body has to offer, so you slowly sink into him, giving in - like you always do.

No words are said, only the sounds of your sobs, the thunder, and the rain hitting the metal awning above, creating this loud noise that echoes. Your sobs are incoherent and loud, even with the muffle from his body.

You can’t help but feel absolutely pathetic. The fact that you’re letting a man control you and break you down to this point, that you’re bawling in his chest and yet, you still can’t change the fact that you do love him - it’s sickening.

It seems like no matter what he does, bad or good, you fall deeper and deeper for him.

Like when you guys came back from your moms five months ago and you both went to take care of your travel bags in your separate new, last, dorm rooms for the year. Aaron came over to your place for the night since Jeff, his roommate, was a prick and he didn’t want to deal with him. But you two finally had the opportunity to debrief everything from over the summer, and the way that he had nothing but respectful and considerate words about it all - had you head over heels for him.

But you fear that Hotch is gone, or at least it seems like it. That is, until he finally starts to let the words flow from his lips.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbles into your hair, you can hear the lump in his throat, “Nothin’ happened, baby.”

You don’t answer him, physically you can’t, your mouth and brain aren’t working together anymore. But in your head you’re screaming to him that you know that, he never would cheat on you. Ever. There’s just no way, it’s not in his character - but with all the overwhelming circumstantial evidence, it’s hard to think otherwise.

All you do is silently weep into his chest and let him cradle you in his arms side to side as he repeats over a dozen times, I’m so sorry, nothin’ happened, I love you.

—

“Oh my god, we’re finally here baby!” Bella squeals as she latches onto your right bicep and pulls you closer to her as you, Kelly, and Bella walk to the football field for your guys big day. Graduation.

“I’m gonna miss you guys so much, we gotta stay in touch okay?!” Kelly takes over, she’s to your left as she adjusts her navy blue cap and white tassel that hangs to the side of her face. The bright sun beaming down creates this beautiful aura that can only be described as sensational, the day you’ve worked so hard for is finally here.

“Well duh, what did you think? I was just gonna forget about my Kel’s?” You joke around and the three of you laugh.

And even though this is one of the happiest days of your life and you’re extremely proud of yourself - your heart aches and half of your smiles and laughs are forced so the girls don’t question you. Because today is not the day for a pity party, you guys are graduating after five years with your bachelors in Law and Criminal Justice - which is huge.

But your brain can’t help but think of Aaron. The two of you haven’t spoken much other than a hi and a small wave over the course of the last four months. No smiles, no hugs, no laughs, just a low acknowledgement of one another’s existence.

You wish that night never happened - it messed with your head completely, you lost all sense of happiness, even when you’re with the girls. They’re the only people to ever raise your spirits to the highest after something bad happens, and yet they couldn’t do it and they knew that, but they never stopped trying.

“You guys still haven’t talked huh?” Kelly asks, you must’ve zoned out for the whole duration of the walk to the football field. Before you answer her, the stadium roars of loud cheers, cowbells, and air horns from the families. After it quiets down a bit and you guys walk towards the crowd of students on the other end of the stadium, but on the outside, you tell them the truth.

“Nope. I haven’t even like- heard anythin’.” You sigh, “But I guess I started that, so I can't even be mad. I’m the one who said we should take a break, but I didn’t realize he wouldn’t even try.”

By now you three have reached the couple thousand students who are somewhat organized by last names like everyone practiced yesterday with Dean Martin and Holly. Thankfully you guys have last names starting with the same letter so you’ll be by each other in your seats and not have to be separated.

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I haven’t seen him with or even around Tiffany since then.” Bella tries to cheer you up, which kinda does. You give a small smile, but it quickly fades as Bella hugs you, in which you return it. However, the heat is starting to get to you, so you detach your arms from her body and look at your surroundings to see if any spot has even just a bit of shade. The material of the gown and the cap are not breathable in the slightest, you can feel yourself starting to sweat and you guys haven’t even gotten onto the field.

“Holy fuck, it’s hot! How long until this is done?” Kelly groans, “My makeup is literally melting off my face.” She looks into her small compact mirror that she keeps in her small handbag, and pats her face.

As you lean against the metal railing, a small section is being shaded by a large maple tree behind it, that leads to the stairs that go into the field, you start fanning your face with your right hand. “We’ve only just begun Kel’s, hate to be the one to say it but, I told you-“

“Three o’clock babe. He’s coming this way, want me to tell him to fuck off?” Kelly stops your banter, causing your head to twist to your left and your body tensed at the sight of Aaron in his navy gown and cap.

With no hesitation in your voice you tell her, no I’ll be right back, and without saying anything else you start to place one foot in front of the other to meet him. Your white pumps create fast clicks as you get closer and closer to the beautiful man who once used to be yours, and you know what you have to do.

Aaron looks nervous and terrified at the same time, but he also seems relaxed at the fact that you’re walking to him and not away. You can hear the tiny clicks of his black dress shoes hitting the pavements almost syncing with yours, then they stop when you jump into his arms and latch your arms around his neck and he hugs your torso.

A bunch of students start whistling and cheering as they watch, you can pick out the girls and Aaron’s people instantly.

Your cap bumps into his and ends up knocking his to the ground next to his left foot, hi baby, Aaron mumbles into your neck. You can’t help but giggle at the vibration his voice causes on your warm skin, hi Aaron, you whisper back. He lowers you until you feel your pumps hit the ground, but his hands haven’t left your body.

He looks down at your eyes intently, then to your lips and back up to check your answer, but before you give him one, you grab his face with both hands and plant a kiss that shows him how much you missed him. Your thumbs gently swipe up and down his freshly shaved skin as you pull away from his lips, both you and him have smiles that can’t be erased. Your mood has instantly transformed into a positive one, but your heart knows that you can’t keep this going.

“Can we talk really quick?” you ask him, “Away from everyone here. Just you ‘n me?” Aaron is fast to agree as he picks up his cap and he grabs your hand and leads you away from the crowd of people and towards the shed that holds all the football equipment.

How am I gonna say this? Can I do it? What if he doesn’t take it well? Why did it come down to this?

As you guys reach the white building and bend the corner so you're shielded by any onlookers, you put your back to the wall and Aaron is opposite of you. Your heart is in your throat pounding and trying to claw out and jump into Aaron’s, but your mind shoves it back down into your chest.

“Lemme’ start off by sayin’ I’m so so sorry for how these past four months played out.” You crack your fingers on both hands, a sign that you’re uncomfortable, and Aaron knows it. “I really wanted to reach out but I couldn’t find the right words. ‘N I’m pretty sure I still don’t, but I’m gonna try. What happened between us that night should never have occurred ‘n I know you ‘n her were never anythin’, but I just- I don’t know, I guess let it go.``

You look up at him and his brows are softly pressed together, like he’s listening to every word you say and he’s analyzing it to fully comprehend. You like that, it’s one of the things you learned to appreciate with him because when he does this, it means he’s willing to try. Why couldn’t you be like this all the time?

You reach out to grab his hands in each of yours as you stare up into his brown eyes that shimmer from the bright sun above you.

“I want you to know that I don’t regret any of the fun we had, or even the bad times. Cause it gave me room to grow ‘n find what I can do or need, so thank you. Please, don’t hold any grudges against yourself for this - it’s just how the dice rolled baby.” You pull his hands up to your lips so you can lay several kisses to his thick fingers before you continue. You’re trying to keep your composure in front of him and you can tell he’s doing the same, but he’s close to breaking.

“But just know this. You, Aaron Hotchner will always be my first love, my first heartbreak, but most importantly you’ll always have a place in my heart. I love you with my whole heart ‘n I know you will do incredible things in your life, I want you to go live them out. ‘Kay?”

Aaron doesn’t say anything, all he does is sniffle, take his right hand out of yours then goes into his slacks pocket and pulls it out. “I want you to have this. You can get rid of it if you want to later, but I want you to take it.” You put your right palm out and he sets this thin gold chain with a golden heart charm on it, you open it and it’s a pg picture of you and him the night of the carnival in your hometown.

When did- You question but he doesn’t let you ask before he pulls you into a hug that you can sense is your last.

“I’ll always love you.” He cries into your shoulder. The two of you silently cry together until it’s time for you both to go your own ways.

[shesmyboot]

Baby Severide - Chapter 2: Good Genes

*Gif belongs to its rightful owner, it is not mine*

Pairing: Kelly Severide x reader

Summary: You and Kelly finally get to tell 51 the news

Words: 946

Warnings: medical terms, hospitals, still not great writing, Kelly Severide being sensitive (who knew he could do that)

Read on Ao3 here

Next Chapter: Chapter 3

Notes: I really love where this is going tbh. Anyone who reblogs any chapters of the fic will now be tagged in the remaining chapters to make sure they can come back and keep reading if they so choose (this includes those who have reblogged chapter 1)

Tags: @district447 @keabbs @storiesofsvu @marvelcharactersxreader @carnationworld @witchywinchester99

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Holding your hand as you walked up the driveway, Kelly kissed your forehead.

“Ready for this?” He asked.

“The 51 love? Always,” you laughed. 

Sylvie and Matt were the first to greet the two of you. 

“You’re glowing!” Sylvie exclaimed, “how much longer until we get to meet this little one?”

“Well, that’s why we’re here,” Kelly started. 

“The doctor is worried that the baby is too big and may cause some risk to the baby. We’ve scheduled a c-section for Saturday morning at 11:30,” you announced, excited.

“That’s amazing!” Sylvie smiled.

“You ready for this?” Matt asked Kelly.

“Yeah, I’m ready. She’s gonna do great,” he replied, “I’ve got to go talk to Boden about extending my furlough though.”

“He’s between meetings right now. Now is your best bet to talk to him.”

“Come with me, I want some opinions on my replacement.”

Matt followed Kelly into Boden’s office. 

“Mind if I have a listen?” Sylvie asked.

“Go ahead, Doctor said she’s got a strong heartbeat. Been kicking like crazy too,” you laughed.

Grabbing your hand, Sylvie led you to the back of 61.

“Two days away, huh?” Sylvie asked, grabbing the stethoscope from the jump bag.

“Yeah, the timeline was a bit of a shock, but more time Kelly and I can spend with the baby together, so I’ll take it,” you smiled, rubbing your belly. 

Sylvie put the earpieces in her ears and brought the chest piece up to your belly. 

“Magical, isn’t it?” You giggled. 

“She’s so strong. Maybe she’ll be a firefighter like her daddy,” Sylvie laughed. 

“With a family like 51, she’d kick ass at it for sure.”

“Should we go see the boys?”

“Make sure Kelly isn’t trying to get back on shift today,” you laughed.

“Here I’ll help you up,” Sylvie offered, reaching out her hand. 

As she helped you back on your own two feet, you started to feel a little woozy and Sylvie could tell.

“Hey, you okay?” She asked, gripping your forearm.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a little head rush.”

“You should sit down.”

“No no I’m okay, really Sylvie. Thank you. Let’s go see Kelly and Matt.”

“Okay, but I’m gonna bring the stethoscope just in case.”

“Fine by me,” you smiled.

Walking over to Boden’s office, you saw Kelly with a few tears on his face through the window. 

Sylvie knocked on the door and you followed her inside. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Nothing baby, I’m okay,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you. 

As you used your thumbs to wipe the tears from his face, more streamed along behind them. His mouth with a slight smile. 

“What did you do with my husband?” You asked, looking at Matt and Wallace.

“He was talking about the baby and how happy he is to be becoming a dad,” Matt laughed.

Boden, Matt and Sylvie quietly left the room as you cupped Kelly’s face in your hands.

“Baby I love you and I love this little girl so much,” he laughed, wiping the tears from his face. 

“I love you too babe. I didn’t know you felt thi-“

Kelly caught you off guard with a passionate kiss.

“Let’s get you home,” he smiled.

——

“Can you believe we get to meet our daughter tomorrow?” You asked, smiling from ear to ear.

“You ready?” Kelly asked, packing the rest of his things for the hospital. 

“As soon as we finish packing for the baby. Then, yes,” you laughed.

“You pick out the outfits for her and I’ll pack the rest. You need sleep baby.”

“I’ll be fine. I don’t want to forget anything.”

“Five more minutes then I’m tucking you into bed. We’re having a baby tomorrow, baby,” he smiled. 

——

Kelly dropped you off out front and went over to the lot to park. You found yourself a bench to sit on while waiting for your husband. An older man was sat down beside you a moment later.

“What are you here for, young lady?” He asked.

“A c-section. My baby is too big so I’ve got to have surgery. You?” 

“Bad heart. Getting a new valve today.”

“That’s exciting, why aren’t you in there?”

“Could say the same for you.”

“I guess that’s true,” you laughed.

“Truth is, they’re putting a pig valve in me. I’m going to be 1/200th part pig by the end of the day. That don’t sit right with me. My son already doesn’t talk to me, why would he talk to me when I’m part pig?” He grumbled.

“I’ll tell you what. Once they do my surgery and say I’m all good, I’ll come by to see you, let you meet the baby.”

“You’d do that for an old guy like me?”

“Hell yeah I would. What’s your name? I’ll have one of my nurses look you up.”

“Aaron Whitley.”

You saw Kelly parking the car and walking towards the hospital.

“Looks like I’ll have to let you go. My husband is walking up,” you laughed.

“With a good looking husband like that, I’d leave me too,” he chuckled, “he looks really strong, what does he do for work?”

“He’s a rescue squad lieutenant with the CFD.”

“Good genes.”

“I guess so,” you smiled.

Kelly walked over with your bag.

“Kelly, this is Aaron. He’s having surgery too today,” you announced.

“Nice to meet you Aaron. I’d love to get to know you, but I’ve got to get her upstairs,” he replied, “thanks for taking good care of her, Aaron.”

“I’ll see you soon,” you smiled.

Kelly shook his hand and you waved behind you as you walked in the front doors to the hospital. Today was the day.

[scrollonso]

Sweet — Max/Aleix

Max has always found it easy to get lost in his own head during race weeks.

Tonight, however, he feels a little too electric when he finally makes his way out of the conference room.

He'd been speaking to fans all morning, signing things, answering questions with somewhat of a smile on his face. He’d felt normal, full of energy, great even, until he unlocked his hotel room and slid inside, catching a strange whiff of Aleix. Aleix who he was certain hadn't come to Abu Dhabi with him.

It made sense for his brain to go straight to the chiseled, brown-eyed god he calls his husband, his Alpha, his mate. More specifically, straight to that Alpha’s cock. Thinking about it once he's alone isn’t abnormal for him, he's married and raised three pups with the guy so it makes total sense to think of him when he's away, but this time it lit a fire straight through the core of Max's belly.

Max had to bite down on the comforter underneath him abruptly to swallow a moan dancing up his throat. He’d gone sweaty, gripping the material tighter in his palm.

Before he knew it he was sliding his palm down his chest, straight past his cock, suddenly overwhelmed and burning in his own desire. He’d thought about the way Aleix's biceps flex when he man-handles him, pictured Aleix flipping them over in bed and knotting Max right there. This got him a little dizzy as he pushed himself up, practically drooling while he opened the mini fridge, begging to find something to wash away this feeling.

When he finds nothing that seems to work, he realizes he’s actually going into heat; and had failed to take his pills today. He'd been on them consistently for years — at least since Kelly left him for someone newer, younger. She never liked heat supressants. She liked torturing him, the Dutchman only realized years later.

He feels himself start to sweat even more, a hot pulse of arousal stirring, unrelenting, inside of him. He tries not to let his panic show, it's the last race of the season. He's leading the championship but if he under-performs he's certain his dad will kill him. He needs to figure something out — and preferably before free practice tomorrow.

He sucks in as many deep breathes as he can as he settles on a chair besides the bed — the urge to nest overpowering the urge to be lay down and let the mattress swallow him whole — squeezing his eyes shut and desperately trying to keep his thoughts at bay. It’s not really working, his brain mostly spitting things like: cock, balls, knot, Aleix, railed at him. It’s certainly the worst situation he's been in while going into heat, and Max can feel his legs actually start shaking even as he relaxes into the material under him.

Before he can think of how it'll look he pulls out his phone to call Rupert.

“What are you doing?” He asks sort of incredulously, knowing Max was supposed to be asleep by now and definitely isn't calling to schedule more training

“Rupert, help—“ Max breathes, positively squirming in his own, tight pants. “Going into heat.”

He’s never seen him sound more alarmed, pausing for what feels like an eternity before speaking up again. “How? You didn’t — oh hell it doesn’t matter, we’ll need to get you everything you need.”

“What about the rest of the weekend?” Max asks dumbly, still concerned about his fans even in the worst of situations.

“I'll let Christian know and I'm sure he'll tell the right people, we’ll have to tell the press you’ve come down with a stomach bug.”

Of course, since nobody in the public even knows Max's status as an omega. Male omega athletes are extremely rare, often too afraid of being forcibly bred and ransomed, or generally harassed. Most of them keep it under wraps, including Max himself, who has had no problem masquerading as an Alpha, often written off as a shameless womanizer in the public — despite him being, pretty obviously, a married gay man. Though some of Max's fans have a particular inclining about him, most especially in relation to a relationship with Aleix. Max figures it will always just be what it is.

“You don’t worry about anything else, though,” Rupert is saying as Max tries his best to stay focused on anything other than the tight heat in his stomach. “We’ll get you sorted out as quick as possible.”

“Yeah, yes, but — I need Aleix.” Max pleads. There’s nothing he needs more.

“We’ll have to arrange a private flight, but he's watching your pups, right? You’ll have to call him. I'm sure no one on the team wants to bother him if you're capable, Max.”

Max opens his mouth to respond, but Rupert already hung up, probably rushing around to help the poor omega. While he sits in the silence of the hotel room — drowning in his own scent, now hinted with despair — he tries not to cry, a sinking feeling crushing him inside that he’s letting down thousands of people because he neglected to look after himself. He sniffles to himself, teary eyed as he struggles to call his husnand. It rings for what feels like ages, but luckily, Aleix picks up.

“Sweetheart?” Is all he says, clearly having just managed to get the twins to bed.

“Aleix I need you.” Max says, and his voice breaks, tears falling.

Max hears Aleix click a door — presumably the twins — closed behind him, then, “What’s wrong, Max? Are you hurt?"

“ 'M going into heat, I was at a press con and didn’t take the suppressants, ’m so stupid.”

“Oh sweetie,” Aleix makes his way to their usually shared bedroom, Max having memorized every inch of their home. “You’re not stupid, everyone forgets things like that sometimes.”

Max gnaws at his lower lip, sitting himself on the couch in the corner. “They’re trying to pull me from the race, I feel terrible for leaving the fans. Aleix I feel so mad at myself.”

“Your well-being is the most important, you’ll make it up to them,” Aleix pauses, “How do you feel, though, are you wet yet?”

“No,” Max swallows, eyes shiny. “Jus' hot all over, fuzzy-headed, gonna need something soon. Gonna need you please. I can’t do this without you.”

Aleix has gotten Max through many heats in their time together, being exactly what Max needed every single time; staying up late with him, keeping him hydrated, rested, and well-fucked best of all. Max can’t imagine doing it without him, and the thought makes his heart constrict.

“I'm leaving now, Laura will watch the pups, just get your nest ready and try to rest a bit until it hits.” Aleix says calmly, “Put something cold on your head, and get off a few times with your fingers until I get there.”

“Ugh, want you now Leix, it — it almost hurts how bad.”

“God I know sweetheart, I wish I could poof into the room right now, but — fuck, Albert is calling me, I’ve got to get my stuff and go. Let Rupert help you, yeah? Te amo.”

“Ik hou van jou. See you soon.” Max says, swallowing thickly and ending the call.

He puts together his nest without incident, stripping himself bare and wetting a cloth with cool water. He collapses into bed, his body already weak and exhausted, and presses the cloth to his firey forehead. It soothes him a little right away, and he moans to himself in relief as his body sinks into the mattress. It takes less than ten minutes for him to slip into unconsciousness, mouth parted slightly as he sleeps soundly.

When he wakes a few hours later, he’s drenched in sweat, body shaking, and painfully hard. He can feel his cock twitching at nothing, his lower half soaked in slick. He squirms in the sheets, whining high in his throat and dumbly flipping over onto his stomach. It’s like his body takes over and he can’t control himself, frantically fucking his hips down into the firm mattress underneath him.

The pressure on his cock feels fucking amazing, Max's head spinning wildly as he humps the bed, slick gliding wetly between his thighs; all over the sheets. He moans loudly, eyes screwing shut as he gets himself off, drowning his own desperation. It doesn’t take long for him to come for the first time, a giant wet patch forming underneath him as he whines through the orgasm.

He’s rock hard again in seconds, immediately flipping himself over and getting a hand around his cock. He uses his free hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, his whole body shaking and overheated. He’s reaching the painful part of his heat, tears brimming in his eyes as he strokes his wet cock.

“Aleix,” He gasps to himself, panting beyond control. “Aleix, Aleix, Leix, please.”

His body absolutely burns with the need for his Alpha, and the need is so bone-deep that Max feels like he could die. He works over his cock faster, reaching up to pinch and twist as his nipples, making himself hiss and cry.

He comes for the second time effortlessly, crying out and thrashing around in the hotel bed. Heat is licking at every inch of him, he feels lightheaded, and so, so empty.

He barely has the energy to move, but gets himself to spread his legs wide and brings a finger to his slick hole. He can’t even stand to tease himself, working a finger in and quickly making it two. He twists and curls his fingers inside himself, but it’s not enough. He’s desperate to come on Aleix's knot, whimpering as he tries to hit his prostate. He lifts his hips up, angling his fingers a bit different, and finds it, nearly shouting as he bumps it again and again.

“Fuck, fuck.” He slurs as his third orgasm wracks his body, finally taking away most of the pain.

He knows this is still the beginning, not even the worst of his heat, and takes his brief moment of relief to take a shower. The lukewarm water feels so, so good and Max's body sags in relief as he lathers his body in soap. He rinses, towels himself off, and stays naked as he gets himself some water from the mini fridge. He gets half the bottle down before he settles back in bad, the three orgasms exhausting him into another round of sleep.

Max ends up only sleeping in few hours increments, his arousal pulling him from sleep several times. He fingers himself on and off, plays with his nipples, jerks himself off. He cries for Aleix, wipes himself down with a cold flannel, and sleeps a bit. And repeat, and repeat. By eleven in the morning he’s exhausted, and Aleix finds him spread out on the bed, legs shaking, his cock angry red and achingly hard, leaking all over himself.

“Fuck, Sweetie,” Aleix swears immediately, kicking the door shut with his foot and dropping his stuff to the floor. “Shit, you smell, so— fucking good.” He moans, climbing onto the bed and quickly burying his nose in Max's neck.

Max's body responds to his Alpha immediately, ripping a high cry from his throat as Aleix eagerly scents him, and nips at his neck.

“Please,” Is all Max can get himself to say. His brain feels like syrup, body on fire, on the verge of a blackout. His hole hurts with how empty it is. “Want— knot, please, please.”

“Yeah,” Aleix breathes, bringing his mouth to Max's ear. “Gonna knot you baby, gonna fuck you so hard.”

Max whimpers, flipping himself over to get up on his hands and knees and fully present for Aleix. He can feel his hole clenching around nothing, begging to be filled. He hears Aleix tear his clothes off behind him, then he’s suddenly being yanked back by his hips, and is forcefully impaled by Aleix's cock.

Max borderline screams, collapsing down onto his forearms as his Alpha absolutely drills into him; skin slapping obscenely. Aleix fists the back of Max's hair, growling as he shoves Max face-down into the mattress, giving it to him hard. Max is already coming in seconds, choking and sobbing as long, thick ropes coat the sheets.

“That’s it baby, you feel so fucking good,” Aleix pants, driving into Max relentlessly. “Get me so, so hot.”

Max's entire body feels the force of Aleix's words, so incredibly aroused and worked up that all he can do is whimper, shoving his ass backwards forcibly on Aleix's dick. Aleix lets go of Max's hair to grip his hips instead, fingers digging into the sensitive flesh as he pounds into Max's prostate.

Max's eyes roll back in his head, his mouth dropping open as he fists at the sheets beneath him, his mind completely whiting out with the force of the big, Alpha cock splitting him open. He feels the base of Aleix's cock start to fatten up, and the thought of getting his knot has Max crying, mouthing dumbly at the pillow underneath him.

“Leix,” Max wails like it’s the only word he knows, “Please— please.” He pants desperately, trying his hardest not to touch his cock. He knows Aleix wants him to come on his cock.

Aleix is panting and swearing above him, so deep and sexy that Max could come from his sounds alone. He digs his fingers into Max's hips, and he feels Aleix's swelling knot catch against his desperate hole. Max is so desperate to come again that it feels like he might explode, brain melting to mush as Aleix's knot finally expands fully.

Aleic growls, shoving his knot past the rim of Max's puffy hole before he starts coming, and Max feels everything. The stretch of Aleix's knot, and his warm flood of come have Max coming hard, his entire body wracking and trembling as he spills onto his tummy and all over the sheets. Aleix buries his face in Max's neck as he keeps coming, and coming, Max absolutely blissed out with sweet relief.

After a moment, Aleix pulls out gently, coming down to lay at Max's side. Max feels so much fucking better, the fuzziness in his head fading away, and his vision clearing up now that his body has what it needed. He turns onto his side, wiggling his way into Aleix's arms and tilting his head back to pucker his lips.

Aleix obliges, leaning in to finally kiss Max for the first time since he’s been here. It’s chaste and sweet, warm lips sliding together lazily.

“Missed you so much.” Max whispers against Aleix's lips, curling his arms around his mate’s middle.

“Always miss you, cariño.” Aleix murmurs, kissing Max's nose, then his eyelid, and back to his lips. “Feel good?”

Max nods, body buzzing with content. “For now, gonna be hard again soon,” Max traces a finger gently up and down Aleix's bare back, feeling goosebumps bloom there. “Thank you for flying out.”

“I’d never let you go through this alone, I’m here always. No matter how far apart we are.”

Max beams softly, heart jumping in his chest. He really does have the best Alpha, couldn’t imagine being anyone but Aleix's in this lifetime or the next.

He lets Max rest a bit while he calls for room service, ordering himself and Max something to fuel up before they go again. Max's ‘resting’ mostly just consists of him staring at Aleix, drinking in every detail while he chats on the phone. His eyes follow the long line of Aleix's perfectly cut jaw, the way his tongue darts out to wet his lips, his overgrown buzzcut practically soaked with sweat. He’s so fucking stunning that it makes Max a little crazy, and the way he takes care of Max makes him even crazier. Aleix would kill for Max, he’d die for him, and Max is out of his mind with obsession.

His thoughts, of course, rile him up fairly quickly, and he’s suddenly mouthing hotly at Aleix's spine as his cock perks up in interest.

“Do you have any fruit?” Aleix is saying on the phone as Max scoots closer to his back, starting to squirm against him. “A bowl would be lovely, thank you.”

He turns around and watches Max start to hump against him, his eyebrow raising in silent amusement.

“Hmm, have you got a London fog?” He asks into the phone, then turns to push Max onto his back with his free hand. He uses Max's slick to get a hand around his cock, jerking him off lazily. “Two of those please, yes.”

Mac can’t help himself when he whines, he tries to be quiet, but Aleix casually getting him off while he chats to an unsuspecting stranger is getting Max so hot. He was already hot just for the way Aleix looks for christ sake.

Max spreads his legs wider, letting Aleix stroke his cock in quick succession, not even looking at Max as he speaks on the phone. Max has to bite his fist to get himself to shut up, desperate for more.

“Yeah, my mate is pregnant—“ Max gasps. “and he needs a lot of nutrients, if he’s going to carry our baby,” Aleix drills on, knowing exactly what he’s doing to Max and his body right now. Max is obviously not pregnant, but the mere thought of carrying Aleix's child, being filled up with him in that way, could send Mac into a blackout. “Yeah, he likes avocado, perfect.” Aleix squeezes Max's cock, jerking him faster, and Max is slobbering all over his hand at this point. “If you could just set it outside of 322 we’d appreciate it. Yes, an omega please. Perfect, gracias.”

As soon as he hangs up, Max groans. “Jesus fucking christ, you’re so—“

“You love it,” Aleix taunts, reaching up to play with Max's nipples while he’s getting him off. Max's mouth drops open. “You’d be so gorgeous all full of my babies.” Aleix practically growls, voice low and rough. He rolls Max's full balls in his hand, sucking his sensitive nipple into his mouth. He lathes his tongue over it, nipping at it lightly with his teeth. Max's back arches obscenely.

“Ohhh fuck Alpha.” Max slurs, arms going around Aleix's head to settle in his hair as Aleix sucks on his nipples. They’re so, so sensitive and sore that Max feels like he really could be pregnant, making himself choke on a gasp.

“Wanna be knocked up so bad don’t you? Everyone would know what I did to you,” Aleix continues, rubbing his thumb into Max's nipple with one hand, and continuing to jerk him off in the other. “Need your Alpha to breed you hmmm?”

And that’s all it takes for a loud, guttural cry to rip from Max's throat, and he’s coming dry, cock spasming. His eyes squeeze shut, and he chokes through it, feeling like he could float off the bed at any second.

“Good boy.” Aleix says, dropping down to give him a kiss.

“You’re insane.” Max pants, shoving playfully at Aleix's chest.

Aleix smirks. “I know what my baby needs.”

He does, Max sees, when a cart of food is dropped at their door. There’s an array of breakfast foods; croissants and sausages and eggs. Fruit as well, piled up in a small, pristine bowl. There’s a couple slices of avocado toast with some sort of fancy, purple onion, and a kettle of hot tea; milk on the side.

They both dress in dressing gowns and eat at the suites kitchen table, Max feeling completely blissed out and satiated. He’s sticky and sore, but otherwise completely content.

“How was media day then? Haven’t even heard what you said yet.” Aleix asks, bringing his mug up to his lips.

“Good up until the press con, really, really loud. A lot of my orange, funny enough.”

“The press con?” Aleix quirks an eyebrow, setting the mug down. “Get yourself too worked up with all those people watching?”

Max blushes, biting into a strawberry, then fixing Aleix with a pout. “ ‘S when my heat hit me. Wrong time for that.”

“Did you have your tits out?” Aleix asked, Max knew what he meant. The Spaniard was always weird about how his hypothetical tits looked in his red bull kit.

Max scrunches his nose, grinning as he silently gets his phone out, and searches for a picture of himself on Twitter. He finds a good one, and turns the screen so Aleix can see the outfit, it truly was just like every other media day outfit he wore.

Aleix stares for a long time, eyes sliding up and down Max's body, the way his jeans hugged his thighs just right, the way you could see the outline of his cock as he sat on the sofa besides his friends, none of them knowing that Max would go back to his hotel just to get fucked raw. He chews his food slowly, eyes never leaving the glowing screen. Eventually, he wolf whistles lowly, causing Max to flush, clicking off his phone and shaking his head.

“Not fair that you get to travel the world without me and look that good. Fucking obscene, sweetheart, Jesus.” Aleix shakes his head. “Need to mark you all over so everyone will know who you come home to.”

“Leix.” Max whines bashfully, nudging at Aleix's shin with his foot under the table.

“That tiny waist, fuck. You’re such a vision. All mine though.”

Max can feel himself getting hard too quickly to process, the sure signs of burning heat licking at his belly. Aleix looks like he wants to eat him whole, their ankles tangling together under the table. Max squirms in his seat.

“I wouldn’t have been able to help myself,” Aleix barrels on, starting to scoot their empty plates to the other edge of the table. Max's heart beat picks up. “Would’ve had to come up there and have you right there in front of everyone. Wouldn’t be able to control myself.” Max whimpers, his scent going completely desperate as he feels himself wetten. Suddenly, he needs to be knotted again, absolutely burning with desire. “Fuck, you’re gagging for it.”

Max nods frantically, and that’s all Aleix needs. He shoves away all of their forgotten dishes, letting them pile up carelessly on the edge of the table as he throws his robe to the floor. He comes around to shove Max down so his back is flat on the dining table, pulling open his robe and pushing in with no warning. He spreads Max's legs far apart, and fucks into him unforgivingly. Max throws his head back onto the table, the dishes around him clattering loudly as Aleix takes him right there.

Aleix buries his face in Max's neck, sucking and biting the flesh there, and Max bares his neck as much as he can, desperate to be claimed — despite Aleix's mark already scarred into his skin. Aleix gets Max to come two more times, knotting him the second time, both of them spewing come all over the dining table.

It doesn’t take long for them to move to the couch, Aleix getting Max off again with his mouth on his cock, and then again sucking his cock and fingering him simultaneously. They attempt to make it through a shower, but Aleix is aggressively fucking Max into the wall by the end of it, a direct result of a wet and loose Max, Aleix unable to resist his addicting scent.

They manage to calm down enough to sit on the private balcony for a bit, breathing in the fresh air and Aleix drinking a cup of coffee. It doesn’t last forever though, with the both of them clambering back inside to fuck right there on the floor soon after, Aleix giving Max his knot once more.

The rest of day into the evening passes exactly the same; with Max and Aleix resting and fucking on and off for hours. Max rides Aleix on the couch, crying as he impales his prostate over and over with Aleix's cock, and they sixty-nine two different times in bed, Aleix cumming down Max's throat as he sucks off his mate. Aleix even gets Max to cum once just from sucking on his nipples for a bit, twisting and toying with them until Maz cries.

By nighttime, their bed is damp all over, and the hotel suite in complete disarray. There’s empty water bottles randomly strewn about, the coffee table pushed all the way out of place against the wall, dishes on the floor and scattered messily and knocked over on the table. Max's nipples are puffy and abused, dried cum painting his stomach and tangling in his pubic hair.

They eat take away in bed, then lie down for as much sleep as they can get before another wave of arousal wracks Max's body. He sleeps for a good four hours, resting his overworked body, before he’s awakened by his own leaking, desperation taking over again. He rolls over and sees that Aleix is awake and on the phone, and crawls on top of him, shamelessly grinding down onto his body.

“Mhm, he’s awake now,” Aleix says into the phone, and Max presses their cocks together hard, his arousal taking over. “Gotta go, call you tomorrow.” He tosses his phone onto the bedside table, then settles his hands on Max's ass.

“Miss your cock.” Max whispers, nibbling at Aleix's earlobe as he rocks against him, getting slick all over Aleix's thighs.

“You always do, especially in heat.” Aleix teases, squeezing at the flesh of Max's cheeks. Max continues to try to get off on Aleix's thigh, until he’s using his Alpha voice to say, “Get on your knees for me.”

Max shudders immediately, moving to obey without a second thought, getting on his knees and sticking his ass out for Aleix. Begging to be filled up. Aleix's voice has him in a complete haze, dizzy with the incessant need to be good for him. Aleix toys with him for a second, rubbing his dick all over Max's crack, teasing his puffy rim until Max is pleading. Then, he pushes in fully, Max moaning in earnest.

They move together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, Max twisting his head so he can suck Aleix's tongue into his mouth, both of them panting hotly against each other’s lips. Max is suddenly overwhelmed with gratitude, so, so thankful that Aleix is here with him, that Aleix loves him. He wants to feel Aleix in every single little corner of him, wants to be his muse and his reason for the rest of their lives. His eyes fill with tears as he thinks about it, heart so full he feels like it could jump out of the cage of his chest.

“Love you so, so much.” He cries, driving his hips backwards to meet Aleix's deep thrusts. Aleix hears the wobble in his voice and stops moving, pulling out gently so he can flip Max onto his back.

“Sorry, need to see you, there’s those pretty eyes.” Aleix whispers, slipping back inside of Max, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you cariño. My whole heart.”

Max kisses him, once, twice, “I want to be yours forever— fuck I— want to carry your babies, and, write Espargaro on my paperwork—“

Aleix growls, pounding into Max harder, swirling his hips in these little figure eight’s that get him in so, so deep.

“You can have it,” He pants into Max's mouth, “Gonna give you everything. Fucking everything.”

Max trembles, so overwhelmed that he comes all over his belly and Aleix's fingers digging in his mate’s back aggressively.

“Knot me, Alpha, please.” He begs, mouthing and biting desperately at Aleix's shoulder.

Aleix braces a hand on the headboard, then somehow pounds into Max even deeper as he starts to come, and Max immediately comes again on his knot. He clenches tightly around Aleix's knot, spurting only a small dribble of come the second time.

The entire next day and a half find Max and Aleix continuing to fuck like they’re sex starved, only pausing to eat, drink, and occasionally get some sleep. They’ve fucked in every crevice of the hotel suite by the end of it, nearly christening the balcony at one point too, barely making it inside. The suite reeks of sweat and sex, the couch and the bed damp with slick and come, cum-stained tops piling up in the bathroom.

As soon as Max's heat subsides, the waves of arousal disappearing, they get to work cleaning up after themselves. Aleix would feel far too horrible to leave it to the cleaning crew, throwing all their trash and laundry down their respective shoots. They run the dishwasher, vacuum, and put every piece of furniture back where it belongs.

It almost makes Max sad to leave the suite, regarding his few days in with Aleix fondly, even if they were simply going at it the whole time. It was a nice break from his hectic racing schedule, even getting to laugh with Aleix, and feed him fruit, and wash his hair for him between all the sex.

They part with a long, long hug, dozens of kisses and whispered promises to call. Then Aleix is off to the airport to get back to Monaco to be with the pups. Max tries not to feel devastatingly empty as he’s skirted off to the gym for his next race — the gap between him and the rider in second now dangerously small.

He hoped to finish the season on a high before taking a break for the birth of his and Aleix's first pup together.

[after-the-end-times]

Continued from here

Trent finally sits back from his laptop, stretching his hands out in front of him. He'd been writing and editing for hours, using the quiet time while the team and coaches were out training on the pitch.

He spins idly in his chair.

Ted's chair his brain helpfully reminds him. He thinks he should get up and check out what fruit they have stocked in the other room before the team comes back in.

It's only been a couple days since his gaffer- the gaffer left to go back to his family and Trent's been feeling off ever since. Maybe he's just hungry. He gets up to go in search of a snack, hopefully that'll quell the squirrely feeling in his belly.

Ten minutes later he walks back to the coach's office, tossing the two clementines he successfully found back and forth in the air pretending to juggle. He was doing pretty good, if he did think so himself, until he entered the office and dropped them both.

"Ted"

Ted, who's standing there by his their? desk, like he'd never left and looking at all of Trent's things scattered everywhere.

Trent had tried to limit his footprint on the desk, not wanting to look like he was moving in too fast. But now Trent sees what Ted sees and a blush spreads across cheeks.

His laptop sitting center stage with notebooks piled up to the side, white printed pages with too much red ink scattered and balled up, his bracelets, rainbow mug, and so many pens. And the single photo of his daughter he allowed himself to bring to work.

It looks like it's his desk. And now Ted's back. And will probably want his desk back.

With his blush deepening he rushes forward to start packing up his things. He just wishes Ted would move out of the way so this wasn't so awkward.

"What're you doing?" Ted asks with a quizzical smile. not moving away.

"Oh! I'll get this all moved. I wasn't- This isn't- Beard said I should sit here for the moment until- There wasn't enough- With Nate back-" He doesn't know what's wrong with him.

Part of his job for 20 years was to be able to eloquently put sentences together into thoughtful paragraphs and now here he is not able to finish a single thought.

All Trent knows is that he innocently went to get a clementine and now he's panicking because feels like he betrayed Ted...for the second time, his brain again helpfully adds

Ted is still standing in front of him, arms crossed, hip resting against the desk, not letting him snatch up all his stuff and run.

Trent finally looks at Ted, instead of looking everywhere but him.

Oh. He doesn't look mad, Trent realizes. He kinda looks- Great, now he can't even finish thoughts in his own head. He mentally gives himself a baleful side eye.

"I wanted it to be you", Ted says. He has a slow smile spreading across his face as he looks at Trent.

"And here I heard you preferred Sleepless in Seattle" Trent responds with a small smile, proud of himself for finally successfully bantering back.

"And while that is true, and I am still correct that it is the far superior Nora Ephron film," Ted glances over at Beard's desk as if continuing a on ongoing silent argument, before looking back and holding Trent's gaze, "Miss Kathleen Kelly and Joe Fox have the right scene for the job here"

Trent's breath catches in his chest, "Oh?" He can't seem to pull his eyes away from Ted's, heart on display for anyone looking.

Trent stands frozen as Ted reaches up, cups his cheek, and swipes his thumb under his eye as if dabbing away a tear that might be there if this were a movie.

"You're the only one I want to share a desk with", Ted's smile turns a little rueful, his hand slipping into Trent's hair, pushing it back from his face before pulling away. He pushes his hands into his pockets and sways toward Trent.

Trent's sure his eyes couldn't get any wider and he's horrified to realize they really do feel teary, "So you're staying? But what about-"

Ted sways back a bit, "Yeah, so I went home. Thought that was were the story was always leading me to. Turns out not so much. The moment I got off the flight in Kansas, ready to start my life over there, I-," He cuts himself off looking out to the locker room, collecting himself, "God, Trent I just about started bawling I missed you all so much."

He turns a crooked, slightly sad smile back to Trent. "Michelle and I are gonna work something new out. Not sure exactly what yet, but she agreed this wasn't working, that it wasn't fair to me or to Henry," He takes a deep breath. shoulders relaxing as his smile turns sweeter, less sad, "So yeah, I stayed a few days to catch up with some friends, family, and then got the next flight out."

"To come back for the team?"

Trent's trying really hard not to read too hard into all of this. He couldn't handle it if all of this, the quote, the thumb brush, the hair tuck, if it was all for the bit by a man so wholly obsessed with rom-com moments. He'd heard about Ted's Notting Hill moment with Roy.

Ted looks at him with a look that says he knows what he's doing.

"Sure, the team, Beard, Rebecca, heck, my whole street that sometimes feels like walking out into Cheers." Ted takes a half step forward, bringing him inches from Trent so he now has to look up slightly to meet Ted's eyes.

Ted's so very gentle as he slowly brings his hand back up to cup Trent's cheek again, his fingers tangling in his hair.

"And I came back for you. You have to know, Trent," he leans in those last few inches, lips almost meeting, "I came back to you."

And finally, finally Ted kisses him.

~Fin~

[themultifandomgal]

Kelly- Months Go By

2 Months Pregnant

How are you feeling?" Kelly helps me up off the floor after throwing up. Nyx not really helping as she's in the way a little

"Like death. I can't even keep water down" I sigh as Kelly puts a cool wash cloth around my neck

"I think it's time to visit the hospital YN"

"No, no I'll be fine" I go to stand up but I have to hold on to Kelly so I don't fall "ok fine" I give in.

Kelly drives me to the hospital where I'm greeted by Maggie 

"What's wrong?"

"She keeps throwing up. Can't even keep water down now"

"Ok let's get you in a bed and get you on a drip. April!" She calls

"Ok come on YN. Maggie can you call Connor let him know YN's in room 4"

"Can I come with her?" Kelly asks

"Yeah follow me"

3 Months Pregnant

"Ok so the gel may feel a little cold" Natalie says as I hold my shirt up for her to do my 12 week ultrasound

"Both heartbeats are strong"

"Both?" I frown confused

"Congratulations, your having twins" Nat turns the monitor around

"Twins? As is 2 babies?" Kelly asks shocked

"Yes two babies. Here is baby A and here is baby B" Nat points to the monitor. I look over to Kelly with tears in my eyes "I'll get some pictures printed off for you"

"Thank you" Kelly wipes the tears from his face. Natalie leaves Kelly and I alone for a bit

"We're having twins" I say still in shock. Kelly smiles then leans down to kiss my forehead.

4 Months Pregnant

I throw my bag on the couch as I walk through the door. Nyx comes running up to me with a happy face while I look so pissed if it's unreal.  I've just had lunch with my sister who basically told me that she can't be around me because dad thinks that I'm stupid and it's going to rub off on to Clair

"Woah you ok?" Kelly asks wide eyed

"No. Clair doesn't want anything to do with me now. My family hate me" I cry out. I sit next to Kelly on the sofa

"They don't hate you. They just need time to get used to the situation"

"You don't know my dad and sister. They've had a feud with Connor for years"

"Well if that's the case then you have me, Connor, all of the firehouse, Med and even PD. Your family has grown massively. We will give them the option to be apart of this babies life. If they don't want to then you know they aren't your family"

"Just sucks Kel"

"I know and I'm sorry your having to go through this" Kelly wraps me up in his arms and holds me close to him.

5 Months Pregnant

Things between Kelly and I have changed. I've always found him attractive sure, but recently we have been falling asleep on the couch together. Weirdly it feels like Kelly and I are a little family.

I look at myself through the mirror and notice my little bump starting to grow

"Kelly!" I shout "Kelly come here"

"What? What's wrong?" Kelly runs through the door with panic in his eyes

"Look" I turn and show him my belly "I've got a bump"

"Can I?" Kelly motions towards the bump. I give him a nod to say it's ok. He places his warm hands on my tummy "hey little ones. Im your daddy. Me and mommy can't wait to meet you" he says making me tear up

"Stupid hormones making me cry at everything" I wipe my tears.

6 Months Pregnant

"Look at you, your glowing" Gabby greets me at the firehouse as Kelly and I make our way over

"Thanks. Tell you what though I don't think I'll have any ribs left once these two are born"

"So how did it go today. Do you know the genders"

"Yeah Kel and I do but your going to have to wait a little bit before we tell everyone"

"Go grab yourself something to eat" Kelly kisses the top of my head before waking off to his office

"So you and Severide then?" Gabby wiggles her eyebrows

"We're friends" Gabby gives me a look as if I'm mad as we walk into the kitchen area

"So you don't find him attractive?"

"I slept with him 6 months ago so you answer that question"

"I just mean are you sure your just friends? Because I see how you look at one another. Would you go on a date with him?"

"I mean yeah, but he definitely sees me as just a friend. Trust me"

7 Months Pregnant

Ok so he didn't see me just as a friend. Kelly and I went on a date and it went well. We went out to a café for breakfast and now we're dating. I'm still sleeping in a separate room for the most part and now we're decorating the babies room but can't decide on the colour of the room

"I feel like grey all over will be to much" I tell Kelly looking at the room "I saw on Pinterest a white wallpaper with loads of grey elephants. The white will break up the grey a bit" I get out my phone and show Kelly the wall paper

"Lets see if we can find that paper or some similar"

"Oh also I want a rocking chair"

"We can get a rocking chair" Kelly chuckles.

[heretek-birth]

Two-Stage Pregnancy (Part 3, Chapter 3)

Part 3, Chapter 2 Part 3, Chapter 4 The Whole Story

Late next morning:

"There you go, that's good. Doing so good." Dave helps support Sarah from the front, holding on to her arms while she squats deep on the floor of the hospital room.

"NNNNNGAAAAAH-" Sarah feels her baby's head bulging out of her, held fast in place by a strip of fabric running between her legs, attached firmly to a band of thicker material just below her waist.

"Do what you need to do. I'm right here." He helps hold her upright while she bears down.

"HNNNNN- NNNN- NNNNNNNNG-" The cloth between her legs has a little bit of give; Sarah can feel her lips spreading open even wider as she gives her full effort, as her baby moves down just a bit more before she runs out of breath.

"Still doing good?"

"Yessssss. God, Kelly wasn't kidding when she called this thing a 'medical chastity belt'." Sarah reaches a hand between her legs to feel the head slowly pressed inside her by the tight cloth. "Why didn't we get one of these?"

"Alas, what could've been." He helps pull Sarah to her feet, sticking close to her as the two of them pace around the room.

"I love how it lets me move around. You can only push on your back for so long, you know?"

"I'll take your word for it." Dave chuckles to himself as the two of them keep walking. Sarah waddles noticeably as she moves, keeping her legs as wide as she can to ease the pressure in her over-full pelvis.

"Nnnn- Again-" She feels her belly start to harden.

"Alright. Squatting?" He helps lower her to the ground when she confirms it. "Arms up here for me." Sarah spreads her feet as wide as she can, bracing herself while she wraps her arms tight around his waist. Every instinct of hers screams at her to get her hands in position, ready to catch her baby, but she holds back the urge as she starts to bear down. Why should she need to catch her baby, after all? It's not like she's going to give birth any time soon. "There you go, just like that. Let the belt hold it." Dave keeps a firm grip on her as she starts to push in earnest, his steady touch giving her the reassurance she needs to bear down hard, to feel herself stretch more and more, to push her baby's head against the tight, stretchy fabric. "You're so beautiful like this." He cups her cheek in his hand, forcing her to tilt her head upwards. "Always so beautiful." Their eyes meet, and she has no choice but to hold his gaze while she gives another hard push. He watches with adoration while she struggles with the head, with the pressure deep inside her, bearing down hard against the restriction between her legs, fighting for every inch of burning, hard-won progress. "So good for me." He strokes her cheek again and- there it is. That smile. That fucking smile. That's the whole reason she's in this mess, why she's pushing like a madwoman and can't get enough.

She's at just the right height to notice the swelling in his pants as her contraction ends. The way the head is pressing- She can't look away. She reaches for his zipper before his hand stops her.

"Hang on a sec- Here-" He reaches and hands her a towel; she folds it and kneels on top, with her knees cushioned from the hard tile of the floor. "Okay. Go ahead."

She can feel it. Her baby -Their baby- sitting huge, hard, and so, so low between her legs, so close and yet so far from being born into the world. Soon, she'll be pushing with all her might, struggling to bring that time just a little closer. Right now, though, all she can focus on is what's in front of her. She can feel it, stiff and eager as she pulls aside the layers of clothing, as she comes face-to-face with her prize. This is for her- Because of her, full and heavy and struggling so much. A look upward confirms it, and she feels him press against her lips as he puts a gentle hand to the back of her head.

His toes curl a little as he feels her mouth and her hand. "Ohhhhhhh- Good girl- Goooood girl-" She starts slow and he lets her, relaxing into the warm, wet feeling enveloping him. She can feel how he fills her mouth, thick and hard- can feel how much more there is, how much more she'd have to- a shiver, nerves and anticipation, runs down her spine at the thought. "Shhhhhh, don't worry." His eyes meet hers. "We'll do that slow, don't worry." But they will do it- Another shiver.

"Mmmmh- Nnnvbgmmmm-" She feels her belly start to harden.

"I know." He tightens his grip on her head just a little. "I've got you, you'll be okay." He pulls her head a little bit towards him, and she feels him start to press against the back of her mouth. "Can you be a good girl for me now?" There's pressure, so much pressure, but - 'good girl' - she wants to be, so, so much. She can't- She has to- She can. She nods almost imperceptibly, and she feels his hand start to pull her forward again. "There you go, you're doing good." She does her best to relax her muscles, let him press himself deeper and deeper. "Doing so good." She can do it. She's had a lot of practice with this, in her recent 'condition'. "That's so good. Just let it in for me." More and more- Halfway- Filling her throat- Pressure! It's too- She can't- "Go. Push. Like this." There's no way- It's- "You're okay. Push for me now." He keeps a hand on the back of her head, keeps her from pulling back as the pressure inside her builds more and more. "Theeeeere you go, that's good." She can't help it. She shudders, shakes, spreads her knees as wide as she can and feels her body start to give in. "Ohhhhhh, that's it, push hard for me." She can hardly stand it, just spreading her knees and bearing down, fighting down the primal urge to reach between her legs and catch her baby, but she holds back- holds back because she wants so, so badly to be a- "Good girl. Such a good girl." He lets out a moan as she feels her throat tighten around him, as she bears down hard, feels herself start to burn even more as she forces her baby against the stretchy cloth between her legs. He keeps his hands on her head as he closes his eyes in bliss, pressed deep inside her mouth as she bears down hard, straining so much trying to deliver their child. "Goooood, that's perfect, Sarah." He feels her breath start to give and gently eases her head back, enough to let her take deep, gasping breaths through her nose as her contraction starts to wind down.

Their eyes meet, and he cups her cheek while she shares a questioning look.

"Next one, okay? That felt so good, I couldn't give it up just yet."

She rolls her eyes up at him.

"Besides, I can't make this too easy on you, can I?"

She gives as much of a laugh as she can with her mouth full.

"You are okay though, right? While you're pushing-"

She swirls her tongue in response.

"Fuckkkkk- I guess you are-" He moans again. "Push hard with the next one. Stretch for me."

She nods, and goes back to using her tongue.

It's not too long before Sarah's belly starts to cramp again. Her moan of discomfort alerts Dave, and he puts both hands on the back of her head. "Not just yet." She nods, and starts to line up her head, relaxing her throat as she feels him start to push deeper once again. "Good, that's good." Sarah does her best to stay relaxed as the pressure inside her builds and builds. She can't pant, but she does her best to just let the fullness inside her grow, waiting as best as she can while he presses himself deeper and deeper. "Just keep your arms around me, I've got you." Halfway. Her body is screaming at her to push, to bear down hard and get her baby out, but she holds back as much as she can. She knows she only has enough breath for one good push, so she needs to make it count. "Come on, a little more for me." Hard, thick, filling her deeper and deeper. She feels his hands pressing her head closer and closer to the base. "Nearly there- Almost- Alllllmost-" That's it, she can feel her forehead pressing against his stomach. So much pressure. It's too much. She can't- "Push! Ohhhhhh- That's it-." She doesn't wait before she bears down hard, forcing the head down with the pressure in her hips. "Push- Fuckkkk- Push- Push hard for me-" He takes a tight grip on her hair and pulls her head against his crotch, reveling in the tightness inside her as she starts to stretch more and more with the head of her baby. "Thaaaat's a good girl."

He starts to thrust just a little, pulling her head back and forth as she struggles with their baby. "Oh- God- Push for me!" She feels her lungs start to burn as he picks up the pace, feels her opening burning even more as she forces herself to stretch even farther, feels that incredible, overpowering urge to get ready to catch her baby. "Push! There you go- Push-" She feels him thrusting more and more, pulling her head faster and harder as she feels herself running short of breath. She can't fight it. She can't stop it. All she can do is give in, so that's what she does. She shuts out the tightness in her chest, the need for air that she can't do anything about. She gives in to the hardness in her throat, thrusting deep again and again. She gives in to the pressure in her hips, gives everything she has to forcing her baby down and out, to letting the head come just like this, to forcing herself wider and wider, enough to make her scream if she had any breath at all. She feels herself start to shake with the effort, pushing and pushing and pushing with everything she has until she hears the moans from above her. "God, Sarah-" She feels him press deep, as deep as he can get. "Good girl- Push for me-" She feels a twitching, pulsing in her throat, feels warmth spurting inside her, making her swallow even as the head pries her open. "Push- Push- Come on-" She feels her vision starts to darken as he holds himself deep and she keeps up the effort, spread open wide while the cloth between her legs holds the head firmly in place, while his hands hold her head firmly in place against him. "Such a good girl…" They stay like that a moment longer, her mouth as full as it can get, her lower lips stretched wide and burning so much as she forces the head downward with everything she has. He watches carefully, searing the image in front of him into his brain for a moment longer before he finally pulls her head back. He leaves her mouth with a wet pop as she gasps for air, the fading pressure in her hips long forgotten.

"Shhhhh, there you go. You're okay. I've got you." He kneels down in front of her, letting her rest her head on his shoulder and slump against his chest as she recovers her breath. It takes a long time before she's able to speak again, long enough that she grunts and pants her way through the next contraction while she leans against his chest, wrapped in his arms while he whispers in her ear. "I love you. You know that, right?"

"Mm-hm…"

"Good. Just making sure." He can feel her start to smile even as she's still pressed against him. "I'll be here. Stay like this as long as you need."

[spicyclover]

Just get out!

Summary: You are ninth months pregnant, and it’s only a matter of days before you give birth to your first child with Max. Let’s just say you are done being pregnant.

Friends references :)

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Little information, I will, for now, only post on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays.

Thank you, and Enjoy! :)

Lots of love, xxx Spicy Clover

PS: Max and Kelly aren’t a couple because it won’t make sense otherwise ;)

PSS: Sorry for the short parts; I had to go to the hospital today :( Everything is fine, though. No worries!

You left for your fifth ride of the day. This baby’s due date has been out for three days, and he still hasn’t shown the tip of his nose. Obviously, you are very frustrated and pregnant, and you are hot, extremely hot. At the same time, it takes forty degrees these days in Monaco. 

The doctor told you to take some walks to help start the contractions, but nothing worked. That damn baby won’t come out. He wants to stay in his cocoon.

You eat spicy food, pickles. You dance, you walk, and you make a jumping ball. You tried everything to get him out.

So, when you come back sweating after this walk under the oppressive heat of the Monegasque sun, you only want to lay down on your couch, air-conditioned, with a good cold drink. Except for that unpleasant surprise, a bunch of pilots and their girlfriends are seated on the sofa.

You come to them, and you make yourself heard.

“That’s right, still no baby! Come on, people! Please make some room!” You tell them by making big gestures so that they squeeze. 

“Uh, sweetie, maybe you’d be more comfortable here?” Says Max when he gets up from his chair to give you the room.

You sight loudly. 

“You. Like you haven’t done enough.”

“Look, I-I know how miserable you are. I wish there was something I could do. I mean, I wish I were a seashore.”

You look at him, confused and frustrated at the same time. You didn’t really know how to react yet. 

“Because with seahorses, it’s the male who carries the babies. And then also, I’d be far away in the sea.” He ends up shaving when you don’t want to hear that. Smiles are formed on the faces of Daniel, Lando and Charles, but they disappear immediately when they see the black look you give them.

You look at the others sitting on the couch.  They crash into the back of the sofa, and you swoon into the place they made. You sigh.

“I have never been so uncomfortable in my entire life!”

“Oh, I know. I’ve been there. I remember toward the end...” 

“Oh, Kelly, that’s a great story. Can you say it to me when you’re getting me some iced tea?” You interrupt her by pointing at the kitchen. She took a few seconds before reacting, but she got up to get it for you.

You dance several times to find the best possible position, but nothing to do. Everything is uncomfortable.

“Oh God, get out! Get out! Get out! Ge out! Get out!” You scream at your huge belly. 

“Let’s.” Daniel pointed towards the door, and all the guests got up simultaneously to leave. 

You look at them surprised but don’t add anything because you feel a trickle of water running down your legs.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Make Wishes Come True

🩸Previous Parts Here🩸

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats, mpreg), alpha serial killer/hitman Dom, omega mob boss Kells, cursing, hurt/comfort, d/s undertones, fight for control, weapons, mentions of knife play, gun play (seriously it gets weird), threats, teasing, accidental proposals, simulated blowjob (on a gun), needy boys, name calling, fingering, improper use of a weapon, spitting, biting/marking, dirty talk, controlled sex, messy orgasms, piss kink/omorashi, accidental kink play, cum marking, mentions of docking, body worship, foreskin play, joking with each other, happy boys, enemies to lovers 💣 Rating: explicit af

All ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

It was a long ass day getting everyone settled, they'd ordered beds for one of the apartments to house the omegas and made another one into an office for The Doctor. At first Blain had seemed worried he'd be staying with the others but after getting food for them all they took him upstairs, giving him a bedroom across from Tom's. The flat was starting to get cramped and Colson was surprisingly happy about that. He always wanted a big family he just hadn't expected to end up the mother of the group. The title still didn't feel like it fit.

They'd spent so long focused on their people they hadn't even discussed what to do about Megan. It was a constant fear in the back of his mind but by the time night fell he was far too tired to worry about it. That was a Monday Kells problem and it was still thankfully Sunday. At least for a few hours more. “I gave Blain one of the company credit cards and an iPad. Told him to order whatever clothes and shit he wants for his room.” The omega sighed as he came out of his quick shower and found his mate sitting on their bed. Dom smiled up at him and held out his hand.

“Tha's sweet tha’. You sure you ready for ‘is? I mean we bout to be parents anyways but… a teenager?” Dom whispered as he pulled his lover close and took the man's towel to dry his skin for him.

“You mean a second one? You're barely older than him, babe. I'm not worried. Rook was about that age when we took him in.” Col shrugged, sighing happily at the feel of his partner massaging and drying his thighs.

“I feel older. He's just so ‘urt. I don't bloody get ‘ow he ended up ‘ere. I want to ask but I don't want ‘im feeling interrogated.”

“We got this. I'm way more ready to take in a pissed off teenager than pop out a kid. A teenager can defend himself, dude proved that today. I can break our baby just picking it up wrong for fucks sake.” He hadn't voiced a lot of his fears but as always it felt safest in the dark in their room. Dom always reassured him and kept them safe.

“You'll be amazing. You already are.” The Alpha soothed, kissing over Colson's belly after he dried it gently. Thankfully their little one was settled for a while and the omega hoped that meant he could get some real sleep.

“You're not changing your mind are you?” He asked softly, carding his fingers through wild hair. He just needed to keep his mate as close as possible.

“Course not. Jus' felt guilty. Already moved me and Tom into ya flat and now wiv the baby I worried you was jus' saying yes to Blain for me.” Dom rested his chin on the swell of their child. Colson was mostly dry but he kept his hands rubbing knots out of the older man's lower back, his fingers occasionally teasing the top of his ass. He wasn't sure what the mood was so he left the option there.

“Nah. I adopt strays and Tom likes me better anyway. You, however…” The omega teased but the pout his partner gave him was enough to stop him from going further. He could tell when there was a hint of real emotion and the boy obviously needed to feel loved. “You're my family. Full stop.” He tried to mock the Alpha's accent. “So are they and so can he be. I take people in if you haven't noticed.”

“I know. Fank you. You me family too.”

“Duh.” Col teased as he crawled into his mate's lap. With his belly between them it was getting harder but Dom kept him balanced. Their lips met gently as he reached under the killer's shirt, his touch ghosting over the other's skin.

“Should marry yas.” The Alpha purred when Colson pulled off his tee, it was an offhanded thought but one he knew in his heart was right.

“Pfft. You should. I'm fucking awesome.” Kells wasn't really paying attention, not anymore, at least not to the conversation at hand. He'd had a stressful fucking day and he wanted his bitch nude. He wasn't sure what they would do after but that was the first step.

“No Cols- fuck. Alright, never mind.” Dom finally gave up when the older man started pawing at his pants. Both their fingers reached for the buttons and got tangled, making the process even slower. After a moment he huffed softly and swat Col’s hands away which seemed to make the other man even more aggressive. Instead of fighting for his zipper the omega tangled his touch in his psycho's hair and yanked his head back till his throat was a long line to explore with his teeth and tongue. “Shite, it's like tha' is it?” The boy hissed, getting a growl in return. “Can't get out me pants wiv you like tha'.”

Kells grumbled, pushing Dom back onto the bed roughly before crawling off to stand in front of him. “Get them the fuck off then. Hurry. You know you already pissed me off today. Ruined one of my favorite hoodies. Took my kill. I should kick your ass instead of letting you have mine.”

Dominic obeyed his lover but whimpered internally. He'd hoped they'd get to be a little soft together but his mate obviously needed an outlet for the rage that filled him all day and the nervous energy of losing control of a situation. He could be a good bitch though as long as he got to feel loved after. “Wha’ ya want? You talking a lot but not saying nuffin. I'd give you me arse but it ain't like you can use it.”

Col’s eyes went wide. The way his partner back-talked him felt like their first time together. He normally enjoyed Dom pushing back but he still wasn't sure what he needed. “You think I can't fuck you?”

“Not wiv tha' belly in the way. But I fink you got a big mouf for such a pretty lil omega.”

The omega in question had left his gun on the bedside table instead of the safe with all they were going through and in the next moment he was moving to grab for it and turning it on his mate. Of course he wouldn't shoot him but he could still threaten and the way it made his lover look at him always got him wet. “That's fucking it. You think I've got a big mouth? Bitch, have you seen you? Maybe you just say you hate these things because you really like them too much. Is that it? I mean you say you hate Alphas but you're just begging to be topped. Fell in love with me didn't you? Starting to make me wonder here.”

Dom swallowed hard when the weapon’s barrel slid up over his throat to tap against his lips. He arched a brow but opened, teasing his tongue over the cold metal. He trusted his man and he knew it was perfectly clean. Colson felt warmth rush straight to his core at the sight of the boy's lips wrapping around his gun. Sometimes it truly was an extension of himself and he'd never thought it could look so overwhelmingly erotic.

“I could fuck you with it. You'd let me, wouldn't you? You like being my sweet little whore so fucking much you'd bend over and let me shove it up your ass.” He didn't know where the words were coming from and he knew he probably shouldn't say them. When Dom whimpered he knew they were crossing a new line together and they couldn't come back. Not that they'd want to. He pulled the barrel free and pointed it at Dom’s temple before he tossed it back where he picked it up. “But nah, you fucking hate those things.”

Whatever noise Dominic made was barely human but he couldn't swallow it down. The exhilaration of the moment didn't die even when the weapon moved. They'd played around with knives but never really that and while he wasn't really sure of his answer he was glad not to actually need one, with Colson he'd almost always say yes. Whatever had happened it seemed to be over, the omega needed dominance and he had it in spades. “Use me, whatever you need. M’yours.” He vowed, his hands shaking as he pushed off his slacks completely and curled his palm around his aching dick. He was hard before but now he was throbbing- his cockhead shiny with precum and his knot already pulsing, ready for whatever the hell was next.

Kells stood back and watched his good boy squirm for him. He didn't know what he wanted but he was almost scared to touch. Dom was the sociopath but he had self control problems. He'd already backhanded him twice, bit, and shot him, and now he'd threatened his ass with a gun. Literally. He wouldn't kill him but there was a part of him that needed to own him so completely there would never be a question in the killer's mind. The boy had stalked him but sometimes he felt insane in the way he loved him. As if he could devour him. One bite at a time. The Alpha already had a few scars to prove it.

“Did I do summat?”

“No, shut your mouth. I just haven't decided what to do with you yet. Did I say you could speak?”

“No but ya didn't say I couldn't. You know me mouf. Only one way to shut me up.” Dom sighed, flicking his tongue out to wet his plush lips.

“Oh yeah?” The man's voice went raspy. He really loved his mate's mouth. He had to clench his thighs to try and keep his slick from dripping on the floor but he knew it was a lost cause. “I should jack off and make you watch for that.”

“Yeah alright. But wha’ a waste of a good whore.” The normally good boy was being a right bitch and he damn well knew it. He needed to be touched even if it was with a rough hand.

Colson’s eyes flashed gold and narrowed, his lover was trying so hard to push his buttons that it gave him an idea. One that would keep him from worrying about what he might do in the heat of the moment. “You know what? No. You want me so fucking bad? I get to be the doll tonight and you take what you want.”

That stopped Dom in his tracks and he knew his eyes were crimson and wide as a deer's as he stared back at his omega. The man had to know something like that would worry him, it felt too much like being one of the Alpha's he hated. His pulse raced in his chest and sweat broke out over his skin. He accidentally squeezed his own dick too hard and had to let himself go. “Wha’?”

“You heard. Get off the fucking bed.”

Dom stumbled off the mattress and Kells took his place, letting himself spread out and stretch, arching his back just like he knew the boy liked. “Five.” He sighed as he relaxed again, folding his arms under his head and letting his thighs open. “Four.”

“Fuck.”

“You might want to touch me. Three.”

Dominic growled under his breath and fit himself between the man's legs. He waited for the next number to be uttered with a nervous smile on his face. He knew the other understood his plans but it was still something he couldn't pass up.

“Twooh fuck-” He stopped counting when his mate buried two fingers inside his drenched walls. He wouldn't torture his bitch completely but they both knew they needed more. He didn't really even want to start with foreplay, he wanted to be ruined. He wanted to feel like they took a part of each other for keeps.

“Dripping for me. Look at ya. Such a pretty wet cunt.” The Alpha didn't normally dirty talk, he left that up to his more experienced dominant but for once he let himself use his mouth for more than pleasure. “So tight for me. Can't never fuck ya open, can I? Feel like a virgin every bloody time. Sometimes ya do even bleed for me.”

Colson shivered at the darkness in his lover's tone, he wasn't used to him talking like that and the more Dom focused on his core the wetter he felt. Every thrust of his touch squelched.

“Kept me leashed all day, shoved a gun in me mouf, keep bragging bout fucking me but can't. Now ya jus' wanna lie back and get fucked? Fink you deserve tha'? Fink ya pussy tha’ good?” Dom swallowed hard, the scent of Col’s slick was heavy on the back of his tongue and it was starting to hit him; he could do whatever he wanted. Part of him wanted to eat his lover out but he knew that wasn't what they both needed. “Ain't knotting yas. Ya too close.” He huffed, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to his baby mumma's belly. That more than anything seemed to aggravate the man but somehow Colson kept his mouth shut. “I'll fuck you, I'll slip me dick right ‘ere and pound ya pretty cunt until you squirt for me. But right before I pop?” He paused, scissoring open his fingers and slipping them free just to suck them between his lips and lick them clean.

The Alpha moaned around the taste of him and made a filthy show of getting clean. When he finally pulled the digits free it was with a sloppy wet pop. “Right before, Imma pull out and soak you in me cum. Rub it in. Claim all of yas.” Before pulling back he pursed his lips and spit over Col’s pink folds, grinning when he could see him clench.

Dom let himself play, his fingers teasing from his base to his tip where he eased his foreskin over his cockhead and back. He knew it fascinated the other man, sometimes he woke up to Colson’s hand in his shorts just sliding it back and forth. He let himself be vocal, every time something made his nerves tingle he'd moan or whimper. If his mate wanted him to fuck he would.

The first press inside was a fucking joke. Colson knew his bitch was playing with him. The boy kept hold of himself and pushed his tip between Col’s drenched folds and slipped just inside before pulling back out. Kells refused to react, he had to prove he could keep control of at least himself but it was torture not to move. His lip rolled between his teeth and he bit down until he tasted blood. Of course Dom licked up every trace and suckled at the wound like the perfect freak he was but he just kept teasing. The omega would go mad before the kid kept his promise and made him squirt.

“Ready luv?” The Alpha purred, kissing softly against lax lips. The only answer he received was an over dramatic eye roll.

He planted his elbows on either side of Col’s head and inched inside him like he was drilling for oil- Kells supposed it wasn't so different but he knew he could take him hard. Every buck forward he sunk a little deeper, circling his hips as if in a dance. If Colson were talking he'd throw out a few playful insults, ask if the killer was taking up belly dancing. Not that he'd complain. Shit that might actually be hot.

A growl rumbled in Dom's chest, the sound joining the messy wet squelch of his dick fucking deeper and deeper inside Col’s vise like spasming walls. If not for the way his pussy reacted the Alpha wouldn't think he was wanted. He knew Col was messing with him but he needed some noise. Some bloody reaction. Sweat dripped from his hair to the other man's inked chest as their eyes met. That golden stare felt somehow needy and passive at the same time.

When the omega finally felt his lover's plush thighs against his and he knew the other's cock was deep in his guts, something in him relaxed but his need for control still reigned. Dom must have felt the change but misunderstood the reason because his next thrust was rough enough to raise Col’s ass off the bed. Hands pressed under his back as the Alpha molded their bodies together. He was careful around the belly but he obviously needed to feel and be felt in return. His beautiful face buried against the older man's neck and his fangs nipped over Colson's racing pulse. When he swallowed excess saliva he knew the boy had to feel it.

“Feel me? ‘Ow deep am I Cols? Feel me deep in ya? You can fake it all ya want but I can feel ya needy cunt. Ya can't completely ‘ide wha' I do to ya. Never could. I'm the only one who could bring ‘is outta you and I'm the only one who ever will. Every inch of you is mine from the inside-” He paused long enough to slam his cock home, hammering over Col’s spot. “-out. Ya might act like a doll but I can feel ‘ow I drive ya wild. Ya wet as fuck, squeezing me so ‘ard I can barely pull out, and ya pretty dick is making a mess of me skin.”

Colson swallowed again, his eyes blinking fast. He wasn't exactly surprised his virgin boy could be so filthy but the pride was something new and hot. It made him want to present even though he was already getting fucked. It was a war inside him. Did he give in and let his lover win this one time? Dom was obviously desperate for touch. Reaction. To see Col’s desire. Which was more important? His own need for control or his mate?

One long leg wrapped around the Alpha's back while the other planted against the mattress to meet him thrust for thrust. Fingers carded into his hair and kept their faces close and the killer grinned and almost cried. “All for you.” The omega whimpered against his lips. “All yours. Gonna prove it?”

“Fuck yeah.” The Alpha promised, happiness and pleasure warming him from the inside out. It was a strange moment of fighting back tears because his mate was trying to show him how important he was but they were also falling into each other and chasing release. Their lips met until they weren't kissing so much as breathing each other's air and he tried to slow the roll of his body to angle his hips just so. Kells fought against every measured thrust and tried to meet flesh to flesh but Dom knew what he was doing. “Let me make ya feel good.”

Colson tried not to grumble because his boy truly seemed to think he knew the omega's body and for once he was trying to give up and let his bitch lead. It was a fight to make himself still but when he let his focus fall to the way his lover felt, all his nerves seemed alive. The Alpha was gentle but sure, every move had his crown massaging Col’s spot. The fucker was so big and angled so well it felt like he was putting pressure on both his pleasure centers. It didn't help that Dom's stomach kept rubbing over his dick. The killer’s cocksure attitude was right, he was making Kells see heaven.

The coil pulled tighter with every thrust, the pressure building. For once they both fell mostly silent, just their bodies making all the noise. Their panted breaths and racing pulses felt deafening in their ears but Dom rolled his lip between his fangs and worked to make his mate break first. He wouldn't press deeper, he knew if he did he wouldn't be able to stop and though his knot was threatening, he couldn't let them lock together. A soft moan broke free from Col's lips before another. Another.

“T-there-ohfuck!” Dom tried not to smirk as his mate shattered below him, his core clenching tight as he gushed hot and messy. The Alpha never stopped moving, keeping his thrusts exact even when Col trembled and scored the skin of his neck and back.

Colson didn't know what sounds escaped him when his orgasm hit, he was floating too high. He barely noticed as his boy pushed himself up to watch until the pressure release seemed to… switch inside him.

Dominic’s heavy crimson gaze tracked Col’s cock as he came, and when pearly white became a golden stream he arched a brow but didn't stop. He'd never shame his baby mumma for letting go completely and it honestly made his hind brain proud. He'd fucked his omega so good Kells lost control. The man who needed to be so in charge of everything had broken for him. From him. It pushed him even closer to that edge.

“Jus' like tha'. Fuck. So ‘ot Daddy.” He rasped, watching the golden stream wash Col’s tats clean of his spend and drip down to soak himself and darken the sheets below. It tickled his shaft, over his balls, and dripped hot down his thighs. It was never a kink he'd thought about though it was one Colson had mentioned off hand. He hadn't even wondered about it but he found himself fascinated. In a way he felt claimed.

“Yeah?” The omega gasped. The man was fighting back embarrassment but he wouldn't apologize. Not with how his bitch was staring at his piss drenched belly. When he'd offered this up before this wasn't how he thought it would end up but fuck he couldn't say it wasn't hot. The release itself was so intense he wasn't even sure if he was still cumming or it was just aftershocks and pressure relief.

“Fuck yes.” The Alpha couldn't take it anymore, not with the fucked out sight of his mate. He thrust deep once more to soak himself in slick before pulling out and curling his palm around his cock. Kells reached to help, his fingertips teasing his tip but he was so close already it only took a few strokes to spill a mess of white heat over his target. His rapture hit so hard some of it landed on Col’s chest but he couldn't look away from the way it mixed with the other man's piss. His legs shook under him, his arm trembling where he held himself up, but until his dick twitched from overstimulation he kept stripping himself just to watch the sticky mess combine.

When Dom finally couldn't hold himself up anymore he fell next to his lover as they came down together. Both their hands found their way to Col’s belly to do exactly what he vowed. The boy smiled as he caught his breath, his fingers tracking the mess up and over the other's chest, even stopping to tweak his mate's sensitive nipples. Kells rolled on his side and wiped his palm over Dom's pink tinged skin. It wasn't fair that he was the only one filthy.

They didn't need to talk about their possible new kink, they never exactly negotiated so much as explored and discovered what worked between them. Dominic wasn't shaming him but enjoying the mess. It didn't stop the Alpha from boasting a little though and Col was proud of him for it. It was nice to see the normally quiet boy so prideful. “Look wha' I made ya do.” He purred. The smile he gave Kells made his core clench again.

“You and the parasite you gave me laying on my bladder.” Just because he loved the pride didn't mean Colson could let it go without a small playful fight. He'd given up too much control and he wasn't sure if he was okay with it. It terrified him sometimes how safe he felt with his mate.

“Bollocks. I read about it. It ain't jus' the baby. Made ya cum so ‘ard you couldn't stop ya'self.”

Col narrowed his gaze and tried not to laugh. “You read about it, huh? You googling how to get me off?” Nerdy precious fuck.

“Course. Ended up down a ‘ole after trying to find out wha’ the fuck docking were.” Kells flushed hot at his words. Docking was something he'd suggested. His boy's foreskin fascinated him and he wanted to try everything they could together. “So bloody ‘ot.” He sighed again, his palm sliding through the cooling mess on Col’s skin. The omega watched as his jade eyes flashed red again and his pupils started to blow.

“Don't even. It's bedtime.” Kells huffed, not at all surprised when Dom pouted at him. “Don't get it up again, seriously. You have to change the sheets while I rinse off. This mattress was a custom order and I'm not letting it soak in.”

“Why do I gotta change it?” The boy teasingly grumbled as he pushed himself up to help his lover out of bed. Of course he would do it but part of him wanted to sleep in the scents. He was kind of glad Colson would leave him be for a few minutes because he was desperate to roll in it.

When Col was finally standing and looking back from the bathroom door he stuck his tongue out at his bratty boy. “Didn't you cause it? You were just saying ‘look what I made you do’, didn't you mean that? It's your mess, cocky bitch. Clean it up. Then you can meet me in the shower.”

“I fhought it were the parasite’s fault.” The Alpha joked back.

“Yeah well I can't make Punk fix the bed. Don't call our baby a parasite. Fuck is wrong with you?” At Col’s teasing words Dom flipped him off but flopped onto the messy bed and wiggled in the wet spot.

“I saw that.”

“Oi! Bollocks ya did. You ain't seen me wanking the day we met and ya can't see me now.” Dominic held up both middle fingers in the direction of the treated glass wall. You could vaguely make out shadows from the other side but his omega was lying about being able to see exactly what he was doing. Kells just wanted to seem omniscient and it hadn't been hard to figure out what he did that first day since he left a mess on Col’s pillow but the man always tried to bring it up to make a point.

“You're a fucking freak. Get out of the wet spot and clean the fucking bed. If you hurry we can try that thing you looked up.”

“Luv, tha's summat you want. ‘Ow is tha' a reward for me?”

“I didn't say it was, just that I might still be horny.”

The Alpha didn't respond but he laughed to himself as he set to work changing the sheets. He never would have thought that first day that he'd end up having a family with the man let alone being so fucking in love he'd tried to propose. He'd give it time because he knew his lover heard him but eventually he'd ask again in the right way. He didn't mind that they were doing everything backwards, it worked for them. Besides, they had a long ass day and he just wanted to pamper his mate.

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So this was a lot of smut 🫣 and a LOT of exploration. Let me know what you think about some of it and we can see about more in the future. I thought I'd give you a big smut chapter because we're about to hit massive plot again. I hope you're enjoying it! 💣🖤

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Pranks Come With Consequences

(TickleTober Day 27: Hysterical)

Summary: Jack takes a prank too far and David wants revenge

Pairing: implied none

Word Count: 1,053

A/N: HELLO FIRST NEWSIES FIC?!?! 😨

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In a cramped and dimly lit room, the unmistakable smell of ink and newsprint lingered in the air. Jack Kelly leaned against a wooden table, a sly grin spreading across his face as he watched David Jacobs furiously review the evening’s edition of the New York World.

“What did you do, Jack?” David’s voice carried an edge, his eyes narrowing as he came across a particular line in the paper—a line he definitely did not write.

“Aw, come on, Davey. It’s just a little joke!” Jack replied, chuckling. “No harm done, right?”

David slammed the paper onto the table, his eyes filled with indignation.

“A joke? You call replacing my carefully crafted sentences with ludicrous innuendos a joke? You jeopardized my credibility!”

Jack’s eyes widened as he registered David’s fury. A sense of dread settled over him, and he stammered,

“Look, I- uh- I didn’t think you’d get this mad... I’m sorry.”

David’s glare deepened, making Jack’s heart skip a beat. Then, with a sudden swiftness, David lunged at him, knocking Jack onto the beat up sofa.

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry, alright,” David growled.

Before Jack could react, David pinned him down, his fingers swiftly descending towards Jack’s vulnerable sides.

Usually, David was gentle, employing feathery strokes to elicit laughter; but not this time.

This time, he dug his fingers in, scribbling rapidly and relentlessly into the sensitive flesh.

“WHAHAA- DAVEY, STAHAHAP!”

“Say you’re sorry!” David’s voice was stern, but his eyes twinkled.

“EEK- I-I’M SOHOHORRY!!” Cried Jack, flailing aimlessly under the torturous sensations.

“You don’t sound very sorry.”

David shifted to rake over his friends tummy, moving his hands in a circular motion, relishing how Jack’s laughter got louder and his belly seemed to quiver sensitively.

He’d been tickling the blonde for less than two minutes and he was already hysterical, something David found both ridiculous and endearing.

“NOO, DAVEY, MEHEHERCY!!”

The brunette laughed at that, not halting his attack.

“Aw, you don’t like this? It’s just a little joke, remember?” He teased, causing a bright red blush to form on Jack’s face which was adorned with a childlike smile as he thrashed and guffawed.

“NOHOHOHO, DAVE! I CAHAHAHAN’T!!”

Normally, David would relent by now; but in this moment, he was a man of vengeance and he wasn’t gonna stop until he felt that the little prankster had truly learned his lesson.

Besides, anyone with a brain could see the sparkling joy in Jack’s eyes. He was always up for mischief in any way, shape, or form, thus making it enjoyable for the both of them.

David’s nimble fingers wandered up to his victims underarms, drilling his thumbs into the hollows and earning a snort from the boy.

Jack squealed and kicked, slamming his arms down to his sides, which didn’t help at all; in fact, it only seemed to make it tickle more.

“GAHAHAHA- NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHERE!!” He cackled, tears of mirth starting to fall down his face as he wriggled like a worm on a hook, unable to escape the ruthless tickling.

David grinned, digging in harder and making Jack scream with laughter.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Jack? Does this tickle? Does it? Maybe next time, you’ll think of the consequences before pulling a stupid prank like that.”

Jack’s bright boisterous laughter echoed through the room, almost filling it with a feeling of warmth.

“DAVEHEHEHEY!! I-I CAHAHA- MEHER-MERCYYY!”

The troublemakers struggling was beginning to falter, going limp and surrendering to the tickly torment and letting himself be consumed by his own hysterical reactions.

David pulled his hands away for a moment to give Jack a breather, though it was clear by the fire in his eyes that he wasn’t finished quite yet.

“Well? You ready for more tickles?” He teased, wiggling his fingers just above the blonde’s ribs, knowing it was a tickle hot spot.

Jack’s eyes widened comically and his squirming picked up again, renewed with a newfound desperation.

“Oh no. nononono, Davey, plehehehease! I’m sohohorryyy!!” Giggled Jack, tingling with anticipation as he watched those scarily skilled digits inch closer and closer to his most ticklish spot, both eager and dreadful.

“Nope. Not buying it. I don't think you’re truly sorry yet.” Smirked the brunette, a devious glint in his eye.

“I am, I am!! Dahahavey, pleHEHEHEASE- OH GOHOHOD!”

A mixture of snorts, shrieks, and squeals filled the room as Jack was tossed into a bout of hysterics, kicking and thrashing like a wild horse as David’s fingers dug harshly into his ribs, pinching skittering and squeezing the sensitive spot.

“Aw, listen to that beautiful laughter. You’re just too adorable when you’re all helpless and squirmy~” David cooed, delighting in the way Jack’s cheeks managed to flush even darker, taking on a cherry red hue.

“NOHOHOOOO!! D-DAVEY, STOHOHOHOP!” Jack pleaded, struggling to breathe through all the laughter.

“Stop what? Tickling you, or calling you cute?”

“BOHOHOHOTH!! EEK- MEHERCY, MERCEHEHEHEY!!”

Figuring the boy had learned his lesson, David began to ease up; but there was one last thing he wanted to do.

“Alright, I think you’ve learned your lesson. But just to make sure…”

Quickly pulling Jack’s shirt up, David lowered his head and blew a loud raspberry right on the blonde’s ribs, getting a shrill shriek in response.

“NAHAHAH- DAHA- PLEHE- CAHAHAN’T BREHEHEATHE-”

At this point, Jack was nearly incoherent.

His body went completely still and he seemed to lose his voice, with a bright smile glued to his face as, he let his head fall back as he let out silent happy laughter.

Seeing his friend was genuinely struggling to breathe, the brunette pulled away, getting off of the boy and giving him some room to calm down.

“You alright?” He asked, getting a tired nod from Jack who was gasping for air and giggling from the phantom tickles.

“Good. Now let this be a lesson… next time you wanna pull a stupid prank like that, you better be prepared for the consequences.”

Jack nodded frantically, still flushed from the attack.

“Heard you loud and clehehear; no more pranks… for now… hehe” He grinned cheekily, David merely rolling his eyes with exasperation.

“You’re incorrigible, Jack…” David chuckled fondly.

Jack Kelly could be a real handful sometimes, but David, no matter how frustrated he could get with his friend’s shenanigans, wouldn’t have him any other way.

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Feeling Wicked

Premise: Sienna Trinh is tired of everyone thinking she’s a goody-two-shoes and decides to change her image.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff. Words: 1,420

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 18, prompt 1 (in bold). Submission for @choices-february2023, day 12 prompt: Marriage. Late submission for @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 5: Drink.

The bar was packed with the after-work crowd enjoying Happy Hour specials. Max Valentine parked himself on a bar stool with a clear view of the door.

He ignored his cousin’s attempts to convince him of the merits of having a bachelor party. No matter how many times he said no, Tony just kept going.

His day had started at six with a conference call, and he was tired. But Sienna had texted earlier to ask if they could meet for drinks and welcome her old roommate from medical school who had recently transferred to Sibley Memorial.

Max knew how hard it was for Sienna to uproot her life in Boston and move to DC. So, he was doubly committed to seeing her settled and happy here, with her own friends.

When his wife walked in a few minutes later, Max left Tony mid-sentence to grab Sienna before the crowd swallowed her up. When she saw him, her face lit up with a smile that likely mirrored his.

She reached him first, placing her hands on his arms for balance as she stretched on her toes to peck his lips. It was too short and not satisfying at all. He hauled her up to give her a proper hello, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss.

“Hi,” she whispered dreamily, her fingers trailing the edge of his jaw.

“Hey.”

“Are you two done?” A woman asked, amusement coloring her tone.

Max glanced at the tall brunette standing behind Sienna and extended his hand. “Not even close. Max Valentine.”

“Kelly Macintosh.” She shook his hand. “I know who you are. You’re on Si’s Picta feed a lot. A huge improvement on Wayne, by the way.”

The last was directed at Sienna, who grinned cheekily and nestled against Max. When Tony joined them, she made quick introductions.

“You look nice,” Tony said, greeting Sienna with a friendly kiss on the cheek. “Now that you’re here help me convince Max that he needs a bachelor party. It’s a time-honored tradition, and the guys are looking forward to sending him off in style.”

When Sienna looked at him in confusion, Max just rolled his eyes.

“I keep telling you, cuz, I’m already married.” He held up his left hand and pointed to the wedding band. “I don’t need a stag party, not anymore.”

The hostess interrupted to tell them their table was ready, and they followed her to a corner booth. They exchanged small talk while they waited, ordering drinks and appetizers for the table when their server arrived.

When they were alone, Sienna stared at Tony with a steely-eyed gaze. “What kind of stag party? Vegas and strippers? Just how, exactly, are you planning to send my husband off in style?”

Tony sputtered, and Max settled back to enjoy his discomfort. He let Sienna grill his cousin while he turned towards her friend, who was trying to hold back her laughter.

“So, you must have lots of young Sienna stories,” he mused. “What was she like in med school?”

“Studious with a hint of mischief,” Kelly replied. “She was always baking muffins for everyone when we had early morning class and cookies for our weekly study group. Definitely had a reputation for being a good girl, willing to help everyone out.”

Max laughed and winked at Sienna. “So, she hasn’t changed at all.”

“Don’t know why everyone thinks I’m a goody-two-shoes,” Sienna complained. “I can be bad too.”

“Oh, yeah?” Max grinned wickedly, picking up the drink the server placed in front of him. “Just how bad are we talking here?”

Suddenly, there was a commotion near the bar, and they looked over to see a woman lying flat on the bar while her friends did belly shots.

“I can prove that I’m not Little Miss Nice,” Sienna insisted stubbornly, nodding towards the bar. “Body shots, here and now.”

“I know med school was a few years ago, Si,” Kelly cut in with a rueful shake of her head. “But I don’t believe people can do a complete a one-eighty in personality. You’re not the type of person that strips down and does body shots in a bar, surrounded by a bunch of strangers.”

Max raised Sienna’s hand to his lips and bussed the inside of her palm. “You have nothing to prove…Killa Cream.”

Sienna flushed when she caught his reference to the tag name she’d graffitied on Edenbrook’s back wall. The incident had been part of a Boston Bucket List she and her friends checked off on Kyra’s last week in Boston. She and Max weren’t talking then, so Cassie must have told him.

The conversation topic changed, but Sienna wasn’t paying attention. She watched the woman at the bar, now standing upright and laughing, and her frustration rose.

Okay, so she had never done a body shot in her life. Science geeks never got invited to those types of parties in college. And med school students preferred getting drunk and spouting Latin medical terms. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t do it if she tried.

Besides, who said she was the one who had to strip? Body shots were an equal-opportunity game.

A considering look entered her eyes, and she gazed up at Max, not even trying to hide her eagerness.

“Nope, puppy dog eyes are not going to work this time!” he said vociferously, reading her thoughts perfectly.

“But Max…” she pleaded. “You always say you’ll do anything for me.”

“What’s going on?” Tony asked.

“Body shots,” Max bit out, not taking his eyes off Sienna, and then he sighed in resignation. “Tony, get the tequila and lime.”

Sienna knew she looked smug, but she couldn’t help it. Kelly caught her eye and grinned, raising her glass in a toast.

Tony returned with a bottle of tequila, a couple of shot glasses, lime wedges and a salt shaker. Max cleared space on the table, took off his jacket and set it aside. Then he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders, but not stripping down completely.

“Sienna, you lucky girl,” Kelly wolf-whistled, but Max ignored her.

“We’re going to keep it beginner’s level,” he told Sienna pointedly. “Abs, pecs or neck, dealer’s choice. One shot, in a glass. Lick, shoot, suck. Got it?”

Sienna nodded and stepped back as Tony helped Max get horizontal. His torso was flat on the table, but his legs dangled off the edge and she stepped between his thighs.

Max cupped her jaw and his green eyes peered into hers. “One more thing. If we end up in the tabloids, I will take great pleasure in saying I told you so.”

“Whatever,” Sienna said, unconcerned, and shushed him by shoving a lime wedge between his teeth.

She stared down at her husband and thought about where to start. But she knew that if she got one chance only, it would have to be her favorite spot.

Sienna threw him a wicked look and sprinkled salt along his abs, giggling when she saw the laughter in his eyes. She leaned over him, licked the salt from his skin and took a shot of tequila. She bit into the lime and gently pulled the wedge out of Max’s mouth, enjoying the tart flavor before she tossed it away.

She moved closer to kiss him softly and could still taste the lime on his lips. She felt him smile through the kiss, and his hands gripped the sides of her waist.

She coursed her fingers through his blond hair, enjoying the feel of his warm bare skin beneath her and completely forgot where they were.

Sienna abruptly broke off the kiss when Tony coughed loudly. She stepped back and sheepishly peeked at Kelly and Tony standing beside them, shock and awe on their faces.

She had been this close to climbing on top of Max, which would have landed them on HS Tea for sure.

Max pushed himself off the table and started to button up his shirt. He smirked, once again reading her thoughts.

“I stand corrected,” Kelly teased, fanning herself exaggeratedly with her hands. “Med School Sienna would have never done something like this.”

Sienna blushed when everyone laughed and buried her face against Max’s chest. His arms enveloped her, and his lips grazed her earlobe.

“When we get home, Si,” his voice dropped to a whisper, making her shiver, “it’s my turn to show you exactly how bad I can be. I promise you that it will be downright wicked.”

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Kelly’s First Date: Part 2

Kelly hoisted herself into the cab of Derek’s truck. Her belly groaned and gurgled at the sudden jostling, and she had to put a hand to her mouth to prevent her dinner from making a second appearance. She thought about putting on her seatbelt, but one glance at her over swollen gut convinced her not to.

Her blouse buttons were almost at their breaking point, and any additional pressure would either pop them off or bring the feast in her gut back the way it came. She would just have to hope Derek wouldn’t notice or care.

Derek settled in, and looked over at her with a worried expression on his face. She thought she saw him staring at her bloated gut, but he quickly looked away, and Kelly was too food-drunk to really care. “You sure you are ok coming to my place?” He asked. Kelly forced a smile and swallowed a burp.

“Of course. I’d love to.” She replied. “Well, settle in.” Said Derek. It’s a bit of a drive.” Kelly nodded and soon they were off. The rhythmic bumping of the car alongside the warm bowling ball sitting in her gut made Kelly’s eyelids grow heavy, and before long she rested her head against the window and fell asleep.

Sometime later she was gently prodded awake by Derek. “Hey… Hey wake up.” He said softly. Blearily, Kelly blinked her eyes open. “Huh, wha- wuzzup?” Derek smiled apologetically. “Hey we just pulled up to my house and I didn’t realize you fell asleep until just now. Let me take you home.” Derek went to put the car in gear but Kelly laid a hand on his. “No, no that’s ok!” She said quickly. “I always get a little sleepy after I eat.” I’m fine I promise.

Derek looked at her dubiously. She was telling the truth though. She felt much better after her nap. It had nothing to ease the swelling of her gut, but it certainly didn’t feel packed to the brim anymore. With a bit more insistence, Derek finally acquiesced and showed her inside.

It was a spacious place, and well taken care of from what she could see. Derek led her to the living room where she immediately plopped down on the couch. While she was not as full as she was earlier, her tummy was still quite the burden. Derek tossed the remote to her and said, “Here find a movie, I’ll make us some snacks.”

“Snacks?!?” Kelly exclaimed. She adjusted her tone when she saw the quizzical look on Derek’s face. “Uh, it’s just… we just had dinner.” Derek laughed awkwardly and said, “Ah I forgot everyone doesn’t eat like me. I do some body building in my free time so I need to eat a lot of calories.” Kelly nearly soaked through her panties upon hearing this. She crossed her legs as best she could around her bulging belly, as if to hide that fact.

She also remembered the advice her roommate had given her before the date. “No snacks are fine! I was just surprised to meet someone who also loves after dinner snacks like me.”

“Oh you are a body builder too?” He asked. Kelly glanced down at her overworked tum, and laid a hand gingerly over it. “I guess you could say that.” She muttered. Impressed, Derek went off to the kitchen. How long could she keep this up? She patted her distended belly, only for it to roar back in response. It still was not happy with her binge from earlier. Just hang in there, she willed it.

She took this quiet moment to just sit with herself and her belly. She focused on the fullness of it. The warmth that sat like a lead weight in her belly and slowly spread downward to her thighs and finally in between her legs. As she felt her midsection stretch and struggle against the fabric of her blouse, a familiar tingle started up in her groin, and a less familiar fire lit up in the little space left in her tightly packed gut.

Did she like this feeling? There was no time to think about it, as Derek had already returned with the food. They must have had different ideas of snacks because he came back out with a two plates heaping with steak and mashed potatoes, as well as a bowl of hard boiled eggs on the side, and a bottle of sparkling wine to top it all off. Kelly’s stomach would have sank if it had room to.

“What did you decide on?” Derek asked. Kelly had forgotten all about the movie, she had been so engrossed with her belly. She quickly snatched up the remote and put on some old rom com. She didn’t really like them, but hoped they wouldn’t be watching it much anyway.

Derek laughed. “Classic. I love this one.” He gestured to the mountain of food before them. “Dig in!” He said with a smile.

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Fandom: Wayfarer IF Ship: Cassander x Aeran (Intellis) Characters: Cassander Inteus (OC), Aeran Kellis Rating: Gen Words: 1163 Summary: Aeran’s deepest feelings about his best friend Cassander have very odd ways of showing themselves, for a friendship.  Read on AO3

There’s been a recurring thought in Aeran’s mind for a while now. On most days, he just lets it be and it goes away, but he knows it’s only a matter of time before it jumps from the bushes like the persistent bastard it is. It worms its way into his head even when he’s asleep and he wakes up with heavy, demanding warmth in his belly.

Cass doesn’t let his hair down often. A reasonable decision, considering their line of work. It’s there, in brief moments of the morning, a few seconds before he twists it into braids and ponytails, not nearly enough for Aeran to get a good look; just enough to tease the thought and to make the image dance before his eyes in the unholy hours of the morning. 

He likes Cass’ hair. It suits him, a telltale sign of who he is gathered in each strand; bright, bold, staring you right in the face. It’s a challenge of sorts. A hallmark - someone once asked if he’d ever dye it and Cass merely laughed in their face. “It’s a legacy of sorts,” he explained later, once the incredulousness at the statement died down. “Who the fuck am I to reject legacy?” He sounded wry. There was a heaviness in that question that none of them wanted to touch, so they promptly changed topics. He likes the way it frames his face and the way the tips of his ears protrude from it no matter what. He likes how red it is, and he likes the persistent wave that permeates it. 

He also longs to run his fingers through it. Sometimes, friends are physically affectionate, Aeran tells himself as he makes his way through Tol Covere’s busy streets to their little apartment. Fuck knows Cass has cuddled him often enough for that to be the case, and Aeran lets him, welcomes the weight of him in his arms and the warmth of his body. Sometimes, he’d gently tug on the red strands and feel his friend go absolutely boneless in his embrace. 

Friends are allowed to seek comfort like that. 

With the memory of a sleepy Cassander in his mind, Aeran makes his way to their door. As soon as they unlock, his ears are hit with the full force of a derisive shout in Coveran. Business as usual, then, and there’s a part of Aeran that delights in their little bouts of domesticity, even if it's only a few months long. 

The door slides open. Cassander leans his head through the open window, holding himself from losing balance using both hands. Aeran’s gaze falls over the muscles of his bare back, the long faded line of an injury and the crumpled, inked wing on his right shoulder. When it meets his waist, Aeran swallows, hoping Cass hasn’t heard it amidst whatever argument he’s having right now. 

“What are you doing?” Aeran asks, as if to bring himself back to reality. He locks the door behind him. 

“Having a date,” Cass deadpans and turns his head back to look down below again. 

“A real nice date you’re on, then, ” Aeran replies, crossing his arms. “Who’s the poor guy that’s gotten on your nerves this time?”

Cass laughs and makes what’s probably a rude gesture to the person on the street. He then straightens and giggles. Hair, darkened by water, falls wetly on his chest. “Accidentally squeezed excess water on this guy’s head,” he explains, waving a hand. “And not just any guy, Aeran. You know the neighbor from the third floor, the one who thinks he’s Rhesainia’s next big brain because he knows what Hexatheon is?” 

Aeran snorts and shakes his head. “Good gods, Cass.” 

“Turns out he also hates Wayfarers on principle so he got cursed water from a Wayfarer’s gods-damned hair fall down from the sky right on his small fucking head. Woooosh. He’s angry about it, of course, but he can choke on a crab for all I care. I’m having fun.” He gives a wide, infectious smile. A droplet of water slides down his neck and chest and Aeran gets the sudden urge to lick it off him. 

“These high spirits suit you, Songweaver,” he says softly. Cassander looks down, rubs his wrist.

“They suit everyone,” he replies. “That’s how amusement works.” 

“Asshole,” Aeran says with no real heat. 

“Your asshole, though,” Cassander shrugs. “You’d have tossed me out ages ago if you didn’t want me around.” 

“Life would be boring without you around, I’ll give you that,” Aeran feigns consideration, though his chest feels light and airy. Sometimes, the image of the awkward quiet kid he met at Cenric’s cart seems so distant to the real, actual image of Cassander Inteus. And it is, for many reasons. Only thing that’s stayed the same is the hair. The same hair that’s now falling on Cass’ skin, long, red like wine. 

“Hey,” Aeran blurts out before he can stop himself, “can I brush your hair?” 

That seems to take Cass by surprise. He tilts his head slightly and sunlight makes his eyes redder than usual. “I mean, you could,” he says slowly, as if it helps gather his thoughts, “if you promised to be gentle. It gets easily offended, you see.” Aeran knows him well enough to spot a layer, however minor, of seriousness in his voice. He’s not letting most people even near it, let alone trusting them enough to allow them to brush it. 

Aeran feels a little honored. “Of course,” he replies, sets Taraniel down and gets the new wooden comb from the table. A little awkwardly, Cass sits on their only chair, eyes trained on his own hands and what seems to be a particular group of freckles there. This close, Aeran can feel the warmth of his skin. There’s an urge to run a finger up one of his tattoos, trace it and press his hands there. 

Friends do this all the time. 

But no, he’s here to brush hair, so he picks up the comb and gets to work. His movements are gentle as he separates the strands; on their own, they are nothing, but together they make a considerable weight in his hands. He wants to see them curl and regain their usual form. They’re pliant under his fingers and smell of orange, like the oil Cass saves up all the time for. He’s making little noises of pleasure every so often and Aeran could swear his heart has tripled in size. 

On a whim, he leans down and presses a lingering kiss to Cass’ head. Maybe that’s how he expels some of the gentleness in his chest, he reasons, because he’s overflowing. 

“Aeran,” Cass chokes on the name and Aeran’s quick to separate his lips from his hair. His heart beats wildly; Cass refuses to look up from his hands and accidental brushes against his cheek confirm how heated they are.

Somewhere, friends do this all the fucking time.