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My brain cannot stop thinking of a threesome between these two fuckers:

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You’re Aaron Hotchner fics are so cute!! Could I request a super angsty one? Like, I want my soul to hurt 3 days later!! 😂 “I knew you were using me, I just didn’t care” If not, that’s ok. I will still love all of your writing! 🖤

Hi there! First of all, I’m sorry it took me so long to write your fic! I legit thought I got your ask years ago lmao but I have literally been thinking about this request since you asked it! I couldn’t get any inspiration for it for SO LONG so I’ve been working on it on and off for the past eight months, but I finally got inspired yesterday and finished it like five minutes ago. I’m just about to publish it, I hope you like it! Also, thank you for loving my writing, it means so much to me!! <3

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A/n: I'm low-key terrified because I never wrote anything like this before... 🥺 so I hope it doesn't suck? Thanks for the request @hommoturttle I hope its ok!

Summary: just sex. And breeding kink. SMUT 1.6K

Warnings: smut, some dirty talk, the tiniest bit of degradation, breeding kink obvi and some possessive Bucky. 18+ please!! (also idk about you but this gif does ✨things✨ to me - like.. Mr Barnes, stick whatever you want wherever you wantksksksk ok I'm done 🥲)

It would happen after a mission that you went on without him. No matter how used he is to going away and putting himself in danger, his brain refuses to accept that that's your job too. He gets crazy worried, sweats through most of the nights that you're not there to sleep on his chest, snaps at everyone that tells him to calm down, and counts the days until you're back. He's usually able to stand the distance, but not in these scenarios. He always ends up missing you like you've been gone for months, but the way the night you're back unfolds, makes up for everything.

No amount of cuddling, sweet nothings or showers together could possibly make up for the time away like the frantic rounds of sex you always go through as soon as you get back do. And it's always the same, he's on top of you, hovering above your body as his eyes never leave your frame. He wants to see every detail, every inch of your face, every feature that he loves so much. 

It starts crazy and it ends even more so. Foreplay is long forgotten, everything you get is him throwing you on the bed and ripping every piece of clothing that stands in his way. And it's more than enough, the pure need and hunger in his manic blue eyes, has the power to drive you insane in record time.

You're a squirming, wet and needy mess by the time he has you naked on his bed, hands clawing up to him. "Come on, Bucky, I need you"

And it drives him up the walls too. He hates the belt that slows him down, and his shirts never make it out intact. 

Biting down hard on his lower lip as his need gets the best of him, Bucky's breathing passes the threshold of obscene, his buffed chest heaving as he can't help himself.

"Come here, doll" he finally rasps, his voice low and grave as his jeans fall to the floor.

In a moment, he's on top of you, his legs lodged in between yours. Every touch is amplified by the wait and the feeling of his rough hands on your waist is mind-blowing. You squirm under his touch, trying to wiggle your way closer to him.

"Missed me too, huh?" Bucky grins proudly, gently but sternly grabbing your chin. His thumb rubs along your jawline, his teeth showing as he can't hide his enthusiasm.

"Yes-" you breathe out, melting under his touch. "Missed you so much, Buck."

"Need me?" he keeps teasing, lowering himself so that his lips reach the side of your neck. At first, it's his hot breath that you allow yourself to get drunk on, but when his teeth lewdly sink into your skin, you yelp, your thighs involuntarily closing around his hips.

And you can tell he takes pride in the responses he gets from you. You're sure he feels the goosebumps up your arms, or the way your rib cage shakes with every breath you take. But he keeps going, his greedy hands exploring your naked body, taking your breasts into his palms as he keeps on sucking claim marks into your neck.

"Fuck, Bucky-" you moan, back arching. His lips and his fingers are already too much for you to take, but when the tip of his cock brushes against your thigh, you're all but done. 

"Tell me you need me, doll" he hums, pushing himself up on his left arm. The mattress dips under the weight of his metal hand, and as you look between your bodies, your eyes land on the way he's eagerly fisting his cock in his right hand. You're caged in his hold, and it's the only thing you want.

"You're all I need, Bucky" you cry, your hands softly roaming up his chest. His hair had fallen around his face, framing his features and offering them the required amount of shadow needed to accentuate his carnal desire. Bottom lip wet and lodged between his teeth, he watches you closely, waiting for more.

"Bucky, please-" you continue, uselessly shaking your hips from side to side. "I'm already so wet, I'm such a mess for you sometimes. Just use me, do whatever you want with me, I just need to feel you, Bucky. Deep inside me, please"

He shakes his head in disbelief, hints of bitter laughter escaping his lips. "Such a needy, little thing" he muttered to himself.

With your mind clouded and busy enjoying the build-up, when the tip of his cock connectes to your folds, your eyes snap wide. Your reaction brings a proud grin to Bucky’s lips, but this is just the beginning.

Giving you no time to adjust whatsoever, he slams himself into you, bottoming out as you feel your breath cut short. "Fuck, fuck-" you pant, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself.

"Be good for me, doll, ok?" Bucky groans against your ear. His body is right on top of yours, fully rocking you against the mattress with every deep and powerful thrust of his hips. "You need to take all of me"

You can feel him up into your chest, your pleasure materializing in the form of tears, coating your eyes for just a short second before running down your temples. 

"Buck-" you cry.

"I'm gonna fill you up, baby" he grunts, holding onto your shoulders as he shoves himself deeper. "Deep inside your belly, yeah? Gonna feel me for days"

And you're not that close yet, your brain isn't yet drowning in hormones, so you can think straight, you can form a decent answer - but you refuse to. You just squeeze your eyes shut and grit your teeth, sucking the pleasure his cock forced into your body. Every vein is palpable, your walls closing in around him as if his size isn't already a tad bit more than you'd normally find comfortable. But you love it, he's there, as close as he can get, consuming himself right there with you.

"Fuck-" Bucky grunts, his metal fingers wrapping around the roots of your hair. It's unwashed - a weeks worth of sweat embedded into its fibers but he doesn't care. He only sees you. "I missed you so fucking bad, doll-"

"I'm here, baby-" you coo, your words shaky and barely audible.

You don't know if he heard you, or if he even processed your sentence, he's too caught up.

"You're mine - you're here with me, only mine-" he adds, fervently sucking away at the skin of your neck. "My baby, my angel, mine-" he grunts, emphasising his last word with the help of a ravaging thrust that shakes you to your core.

You cry out, his name burning your throat as you feel him ripping your insides apart.

"Bucky- Buck- I-"

"So sweet-" he cuts you off, moving his head to the other side of your neck. "And only fucking mine. Say it-" he demands.

"I'm-" you gasp, "I'm yours, only yours"

"All mine"

You faintly nod along, vision blurry as you start to lose yourself.

"Say it!" Bucky adds.

"I'm all yours"

"Say it again"

"I'm... all- all yours, Bucky" you manage to mutter before a pleasure filled whine erupts from your throat. "I'm getting close… Bucky, I can't-"

"Easy now-" he moans, slowing down his pace. He comes face to face with you, his damp lips sloppily pressing against yours. He's still balls deep inside your cunt, making the gentle movement of his hips almost unbearable.

Eventually, he slowly tilts your head to the side, burying his face into your hair as he whispers against your ear, "I'm gonna pump you full, yeah? Gonna fill this sweet cunt with my cum, and you, like the good little slut you are, are not gonna let any of it go waste, right?"

"Yeah…"

"Gonna use that pretty cunt of yours to milk my cock dry, yeah?"

You whimper and nodd, frantically trying to get him to pick up his pace. But he isn't having it. When he finally pulls out at that agonisingly slow pace, he captures your lips into another kiss as he slams himself back in.

"Come on, Bucky, fill me up" you cried, involuntarily pulling breaking the kiss, "I wanna feel you inside me"

"Oh, you're gonna feel me inside you alright" he taunted, repeating his movements and pulling all the way out before forcing himself all the way back in. "A little bit of me inside you-" he growls and thrusts again, deeper and harder, "Growing inside you-"

"Holy- fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back.

"Mine forever, doll-" Bucky grunts, both of you dangerously close the edge, "Yeah?"

"Mhm-" you hum, whiny and all teary eyed with your lips gathered between your teeth.

And then you're all but done - legs tightly wrapped around his middle - every muscle of your body clenching uncontrollably as a spiral of pleasure engulfs your body. And Bucky isn't far behind, your name being the only thing on his lips as he shoots his load deep inside your pussy - careless and irregular, a few last thrusts until he crashes down on top of you.

Although out of breath, as the last waves of your orgasm propagate along your body, you still cling to him. Bucky's face is hidden against your shoulder as he struggles to come down from his high, none of you willing to move even an inch.

"I'm never pulling out" he jokes, and it takes all the energy you have left inside your body to chuckle along.

"Wouldn't ask you to" you laugh, "But you're crushing me so-"

With a grunt, but still with impeccable ease, Bucky wraps his arms around your middle and spins the two of you around, until he's laying on his back with you against his chest. 

"There-" he shrugs placing a kiss on the top of your head, "Problem solved"

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Surprise, baby | Sam Wilson x reader

Requested by anon / Summary: After returning home from a mission, Sam surprises you with your favorite flowers at the hospital where you work as a nurse. 

A/N: been a hot minute since I wrote for this hunk of specimen. It’s also been a hot minute since you requested this. I hadn’t had the inspiration to write it, but found that today. I hope you enjoy. It is short, but I hope it gets to the point and to the feels. 

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Life as a nurse wasn’t always easy; the long hours, the ungrateful patients, the incessant beeping of IV pumps, call lights on and off. The list goes on. But today had been a particularly horrible shift, the worst you’ve had in a while. 

A young and once healthy patient coded and it was a patient you’ve come to know very well after caring for them on weeks on end. There was nothing you or anyone else could have done. The patient’s body and soul were tired. And now they would never experience the what else life had to offer them. 

You cried in the break room, trying to regroup and calm yourself. There were other patients to care for. Your need for comfort grew on days like this, but unfortunately your comfort was half way across the world, fighting to keep the world safe. You weren’t able to call him and he was only allowed to call you when he knew he was safe and on a secure line. The odds of that time being this very moment were slim. 

You straightened your back and wiped your tears, heading out toward the nurses station, when a rather large bouquet of y/f/flowers caught your eye. Someone was holding them, but the bouquet was big enough to cover their face. Your mind didn’t immediately go to Sam, but this could be for another patient. 

“Those flowers are beautiful, who are they for?” You ask, approaching the nurses station and grabbing one of your patient’s charts, flipping through the pages. 

“my wife.” 

You did a double take, your mind slow to comprehend the fact hat the man standing next to you with the bouquet of flowers was your husband, who was supposed to be half way across the world. He hadn’t told you when he would be back, it was classified. 

Your shoulders slumped at the sight of him, the worry and sadness evaporating the longer you stared at him, “oh, Sam.” Your comfort was here. 

He gathered you into his arms, just in time for your knees to buckle, the sobs overwhelming you. “Hi, baby.” He laid the flowers down, fully enveloping you into his arms, squeezing you tightly. “God i’ve missed you.” 

He held you in his arms until your sobs subsided, slowly rocking you side to side. 

You pulled away from him, hands on his cheeks, “Is this real? Are you real?” 

He chuckles softly as your fingers poke and pinch at his cheeks, nodding as he wipes the tears from your cheeks, “surprise baby.” 

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I saw that you were taking requests for Fast and Furious!! First off, you’re the only blog I’ve seen so far that writes for those amazing films so I’m already in love with you! Second, can I please request a Brian O’Conner x Reader? 🥺👉👈

@hommoturttle Ok, next one to tackle on the list! I've got it all set up in my drafts ready to be written, and you will be tagged when it's done my love! <3

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Oh my god I love you!! 🥺🖤 thanks for being my best friend and celebrating my birthday with me today! 🖤🖤🖤

One of my favorite people in the whole world is leveling up today! Happy Birthday @hommoturttle thanks for being my friend you Gorgeous queen!!!!!

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a Fanfic I'll Never Write

(a/n: i don't intend to really finish this, nor do i know where i was going with it. haha)

pairing: TFWS! Bucky x Reader

warnings: sexual content, bdsm aspects, alcohol, mild misogyny (you really have to squint), story starts in a very random place so I'm sorry if at first it doesn't make sense. let me know if I miss anything else also, this has NOT been beta read, i own up to all mistakes and incorrect grammar

"no. no! anyone but her!" bucky yelled at sam and Zemo holding his hands up to further prove his protest.

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the bar they walked into was loud. the way it was designed was like someone hadn't grown out of their 12 year old emo phase. black walls, floors and tables. the bar counter was the focal point with thousands of light up skulls that changed color with the music that was playing. fake spiderwebs and Victorian portraits hung on the walls with pictures of someone called BeetleJuice. "he looks like you before coffee" Sam mocked Zemo pointing to those pictures.

the patrons of this bar were also dressed in all black, a few had neon colored hair that Bucky had to remind himself this wasn't the 40's anymore. people had the right to look however they wanted, even if he still found unnatural hair colors weird.

surrounded by a crowd at the bar was the woman they were looking for. but what they saw her doing nearly gave bucky a heart attack. the poor old man that he was.

Y/N Y/L/N was topless laying titts up on the counter while some punk was pouring hot candle wax on her. the crowd was hollering and whistling in excitement. "has she always had her nipples pierced?" Zemo asked noone in particular. Bucky was this close to crushing his windpipe for staring at his girl.

just because he left her so she could live a life without his baggage didn't mean he had stopped thinking of her as his girl.

Y/N arched her back and stuck her tongue out. a different man poured his drink down her throat and tried to touch her without his permission. Bucky saw red, but before he could go play hero Y/N had sat up and started twisting that guy's arm behind him.

"did i give you permission to touch me? last i checked pet, i hadn't. you gonna make it up to me? how bout an apology." Y/N bit his ear and shoved him to the ground.

the man instantly fell to his knees, placing his hands on his thighs with his head facing downward. "forgive me mistress, i need to be punished so badly! let me please you!"

Sam and Bucky looked at each other in confusion. Zemo though looked like he had gotten what he wanted on Christmas morning.

Y/N cocked her head to the side and lifted her foot so it rested on the man's crotch. he whimpered and had a blissed out look on his face. "kiss it."

the man instantly did as she said kissing her foot with the utmost reverence. Y/N held her head up while looking at the man in disgust. she pushed him off her and slapped him across the face. "you're pathetic. a real man wouldn't be a spineless twat like you are now. strip and meet me on the stage pet. i feel like teaching you a lesson."

the crowd around the pair cheered with more hollering and whistles.

"what kind of bar did you say this was?" Zemo asked Sam seeing as how he was the one to bring the trio there.

"i..i was told it was an alternative bar. you know, for goths or something." Sam was stuttering and blushing slightly. Bucky never took his eyes off Y/N. he knew her too well. he could see she was just putting on a show, but wasn't really getting any enjoyment from being this dominant. he knew what kind of submissive she usually was. he had spent hours learning.

was it weird that thought brought him some comfort?

"come on" he told his awkward group as he made his way to the bar. there was a woman behind the bar with only a little more clothing on than Y/N. she had curly brown hair and harsh blue eyes that showed how unkind life had been. "what can i get you?"

she sounded exhausted and more than ready to go home.

"how often does she do this?" Bucky asked the woman, not wanting to waste her time even more so.

the woman gave him a small once over with an eyebrow raised, but didn't say what she was thinking.

"she's one of our regulars. she does this when she's pissed of about something usually. the wax thing is new though. not complaining about it, it's just new." the woman shrugged her shoulders. Bucky nodded.

"so, can i get you anything to drink or are just going to be pervy?"

"i'll have a Vodka Tonic if you would be so kind." Zemo ordered his drink. "and your name so that i don't feel like i'm disrespecting you madam."

the woman chuckled “you wouldn't be the first man. my name is Sami. i'll get that drink going for you." she turned to sam, "anything sound good?"

Sam ordered a beer but wasn't paying much attention to her. he was focused on Bucky wondering what was going through his head. bucky didn't want to see Y/N or bring her onto this mission. last he heard, the pair had a falling out caused by Bucky, but here he was staring at her like all he wants to do is take her in his arms and never let go. Y/N still hadn't noticed the trio, too busy hitting a poor, near naked man with a ridding crop on a stage for the whole bar to see.  Sam just had to laugh at the scene.

just when he thought this was going to be a moment of calm in a world of crazy, Bucky started walking towards the stage and he didn't look happy.

"bucky! don't... you...don't!"

it was too late, the super soldier stood right in front of the dominatrix with a defiant look in his eye and his arms folding across his chest, metal arm shining in the lights. Sami the bartender thought he looked equal parts dangerous and sexy. Sam just thought he looked stupid.

Y/N though....

Y/N thought he looked beautiful. all rough, dark, and commanding. it didn't take away the hurt though and that pissed her off.

Y/N jumped of the stage to stand right in front of him, one had murder in their eyes, the other possession. "what the fuck are you doing here Barnes?" Y/N's voice sounded like pure venom.

Bucky gave a soft, sad smile. "it's good to see you too doll."

*****

after that awkward reunion, everyone sat down in a corner booth of the bar away from prying ears and leering eyes. Y/N still hadn't put a shirt back on. Bucky swore this woman was gonna be the death of him. "so let me get this straight, you break him out of a high security prison,"

Zemo had the nerve to smile.

"you thought you made the right choice in giving up the shield, so now it's in the hands of the human version of moldy blue cheese,"

Sam folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"and you still can't look me in the eyes, but you want my help with 'terrorists gone wild'."

Bucky stared at the table even harder.

"we understand that we're asking a lot from you Y/N, but we could really use your help." Sam tried pleading with her, though he wasn't happy with what she said.

Y/N sighed and leaned back in her seat, rolled her head side to side to try cracking her neck. it didn't work unfortunately.

"I’m in. but lets get one thing straight,"

she turned to look at Bucky. "after this, don't ever think of pushing me away again to hurt yourself further." Bucky finally met her eye and saw her big (Y/E/C) eyes filled with anger, concern, and love. how a woman like her could ever love a broken shell like him, he'd never understand.

"I promise." those words were barely spoken over a whisper, but they were felt like bombs.

Sam, and even Zemo, felt like they the uninvited 3rd wheel intruding on a moment they weren't supposed to be.

"Sami! mind pouring me a drink to go?" Y/N called out.

Sami rolled her eyes but had a soft caring smile on her face as she grabbed the rum behind her. "you owe me!"

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Gibbs Daughter

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader 

NCIS x Criminal Minds Cross Over

Word Count: 1,354

Warning: Mentions of Violence, Kidnapping, Stalking, Blunt Force

Written: December 17th-24th, 2020

Posted: December 25th, 2020

Requested: Yes! But I did change it a little! // @hommoturttle​ Can do write another Aaron Hotchner x reader fic, but she works for NCIS her team has to work with his for a case? I kinda have a deep need for an interaction between Gibbs and Hotch....(and Abby and Reid)

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Something about the day hadn't sat right with you since this morning. You wracked your brain trying to remember if you missed a deadline, a birthday, something important.

The ding of the elevator doors opening pulled you from your thoughts. Walking into the BAU office, Derek greeted you.

"Morning, sweetheart." He grinned. "How was your date with James?"

"Hm? Oh, uh, it....it was good." You shrugged as you settled into your desk area.

"That sounded convincing," Derek spoke raising a questioning eyebrow at you.

"Oh, uh, I just have a lot on my mind." You sighed.

"Yeah? Care to share?"

"I-"

"Y/L/N." Hotch's voice interrupted. "My office." He spoke as he walked through the BAU doors, before making his way up the stairs to his office.

Groaning you pinched the bridge of your nose. Sighing, you bounded up the stairs, before knocking politely entering Hotch's office.

"Good, you're here."

You hummed in response taking a seat in front of Hotch's desk. Nervousness washed over you as you tried to wrack your brain about the previous case.

Hotch cleared his throat, seemingly knowing that you were engrossed by thoughts.

"I received an unusual call this morning." He spoke, his tone unreadable.

You nodded in acknowledgment.

An awkward silence fell between you.

"He got a call from the NCIS team," Rossi's voice spoke from behind you.

As you turned to face him, you didn't miss the eye roll he did along with a frustrated huff.

"Your father needs our help," Rossi stated moving to occupy the other chair.

"What?" You questioned your expression furrowing in confusion. "H-How do you know if he's my father... Maybe-"

"Well, at first we weren't too sure," Rossi cut your rambling off. "But then, someone named Tony called back and explained that Agent Gibbs was actually your father, and wouldn't flat out say he was."

You groaned, before pinching the bridge of your nose. "I'm gonna kill Tony."

Rossi chuckled at your response. "Why wouldn't you tell us your father was special agent Gibbs?"

"Because," You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. "I...I wanted to achieve my goals without...favoritism."

"Hmm." Rossi pondered your confession.

"The last agency I was at...Only hired me because I was his daughter." You let out a frustrated huff. "I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen again." You frowned.

"Well," Hotch spoke, causing you to return your attention to him. "I can say that wasn't the case here."

You felt fireworks erupt in your stomach. Hotch rarely complimented someone about their job.

"You were hired here, because of your strong work ethic, your intelligence..." Hotch's voice broke off, as he gazed at you. His expression was once again unreadable.

As you held his gaze, you felt heat rise in your cheeks. The air between you suddenly felt as if there was invisible electricity.

Rossi cleared his throat bringing you both back to reality.

"I...I should get back to work." You muttered quickly standing up. Rushing out of Hotch's office, you didn't allow either man to speak before you were gone.

"What was that all about?" Derek questioned as he saw you rushed towards your desk.

"Oh, um." Your mind betraying you and going blank. "He just wanted to talk about my dad."

"Your dad?" Derek questioned while raising an eyebrow.

You shrugged in response, before turning your attention back towards your work. Glancing up, you saw Hotch gazing down at you from his office. Grinning you dropped your gaze before shaking your head.

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"Today we have a few agents from the NCIS team." JJ introduced motioning towards the side they chose to sit on. "We have SSA Gibbs, SSA McGee, and SSA DiNozzo."

The BAU team gave them a warm greeting. JJ proceeded to introduce everyone on the BAU team. Once she was done, she began briefing everyone on the case that you would be working on.

Frowning, you gazed at the NCIS team. Leaning over you whispered to DiNozzo. "Where's Ducky?"

"He's examining another body," DiNozzo spoke leaning into you slightly. "They found another this morning."

"Another one?" You whispered furrowing your eyebrows together.

He hummed in response.

Pondering the thought, you leaned back in your chair. You had opted to sit at an end so that you would be in the middle of both teams.

Once the briefing was over, you rushed after Hotch. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled him to a halt.

"Y/N-"

"They found another body this morning." You rushed out, as worry was evident in your voice. "He's progressing faster than we anticipated."

"Are you sure?" He questioned, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Can I see the case file?”

Nodding your head, you handed him the file that you were holding. His fingers brush along yours as he gripped it.

Fireworks erupted in your stomach at the minimal contact. Since you had started working with the BAU, he had always been attracted to Hotch.

Clearing your throat, you took a slight step back as you realized the close proximity you both were in.

“This...This looks like you.” His voice was hesitant as he spoke.

“What?” You whispered in disbelief, as you rushed to his side suddenly not caring about contact or close proximity. Leaning against his arm, you gazed at the pictures of the victim. He was right, the victim had Y/H/C, Y/E/C, Y/S/C.  

“I...” Your mind was quickly clouded, with a million thoughts a minute. “I don’t want you on this case, Y/L/N.” Hotch’s voice stated as he gazed down at you softly.

“With all due respect Hotch, this is my job. I’m going.”

“We need her, Hotch. We don’t need to cost another victim their life.” Rossi spoke, joining the both of you.

“Fine.” Hotch huffed before leaving you and Rossi alone.

“He means well,” Rossi spoke clearing his throat.

“How do you know?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“Because he has feelings for you.”

“How-”

“Anyone with a brain and Two eyes can tell,” Rossi spoke before he walked away.

----

“We’re going to have to share hotel rooms,” Rossi spoke, as he rejoined the small group of BAU agents.

“Pretty Boy and I will share,” Derek spoke, throwing an arm around Spencer’s shoulder before taking the keycard from Rossi.

“I’ll share with Emily,” JJ spoke sending a smile her way.

JJ and Emily got on the elevator leaving the three of you alone.

“I’m rooming alone,” Rossi spoke, not bothering to stay around for Hotch to respond.

Sighing, Hotch turned toward you. A slight tint was prominent on his cheeks. “I guess it’s you and me.” He spoke, gazing at you as he tried to read you.

“Guess so.” You spoke, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. “Shall we go?”

---

After you got in your hotel room, Aaron let you use the bathroom first, allowing you time to shower and change. Once you were done, you emerged from the bathroom. 

Gazing at Hotch, you gauged his reaction. “What?” You questioned glancing down at your pajamas.

“Is...Is that my shirt?” Aaron questioned smirking slightly.

“Oh. Uh. I guess so.”

“When did you have time to steal that?”

You giggled, before shrugging. “Probably from the last time we roomed together.”

Hotch nodded before entering the bathroom, cutting the conversation short. Sighing, you made yourself comfortable in bed. As you laid there, your eyes began getting heavier and heavier. Welcoming sleep, you hadn’t heard Hotch exit the bathroom or the gentle kiss he placed on your forehead.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

---

“Are you Y/N?” A tall man with dark hair questioned.

“Huh? Oh, yes I am. Who are you?” You asked with a raised eyebrow. 

You had woke up early in the morning to go with JJ and Emily to get coffee, from a small cafe that was close to the hotel.

The man had a sly smile that made its way to his lips. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Before you could respond, he was behind you, placing a chemical-filled cloth over your nose and mouth. Sleep overwhelmed you, as your coffee and cell phone fell from your hands.

“Sleep tight, my little agent.”

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My Plan

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Warning: 18+ MDNI,SMUT, language, choking, degradation, saliva, everything listed in the request

A/N: one of the shortest oneshots i’ve ever done.. also not my best tbh (sorry if there gramma errors)

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“Anyone else have a better plan?” Tony asked from the head of the table after Parker gave a plan that was exactly from a Star Wars movie.

“How about we smoke out the building, Steve, Nat, Buck, the spider kid, and I goes and retrieves the file?” I suggested.

“They have high security. It won’t work.” Bucky said from next to me. I look at him with a squint.

“Barnes is right. It’s suicide, plus you’re our sniper.” Tony said with a point of his finger.

“Did that ever stop you guys during other missions? Also, I am great on the field.” I boasted.

“I think it’s a fine plan. As long as Nat and Queens are fine with the plan, then I say let’s do it.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, giving me a tight smile.

Parker was a questioning the plan for a while, but Nat agreed with the plan right away. Bucky kept on bouncing his leg and rolling his eyes as we talked further on my plan.

“You’re all dismissed.” Tony clapped, causing all of us to distribute.

“I don’t understand why you don’t like my plan! It’s a great plan!” I shouted at Bucky as I stomped away from the team meeting.

“I never said I didn’t like your plan. I just said it won’t work.” He scoffed, I could feel his eye roll even with my back towards him.

“Which means you don’t like my plan.” I stomped like a child.

“No. You’re trying to get us killed, that’s your plan.” he grumbled as he followed behind me.

“I know it’s risky, they all know it’s risky. You always suggest the risky plans, but once it’s me it’s a no from you.” throwing my hands up in the air.

“Who are you trying to impress with this plan y/n?” he spat from behind me as the both of us walked towards the elevator.

“Nobody. It’s a good plan and you don’t like it because you didn’t think of it first.” I spat.

“I didn’t think of it because it’s a stupid plan.” he replied with a annoyed whine.

“Steve liked my plan.” I scoffed, leaning onto the wall of the elevator as he pushes the button to go to my bedroom floor.

“I don’t give a fuck what Steve likes or not.” Bucky turned to me, forcing my back onto the wall of the elevator as his hand grips my neck.

I wince at the sudden ache in my back from the impact of him. I just know there might be some sort of bruising from his action.

“Well you should.” I grinned at him.

His hand began to squeeze my throat tighter, slowly taking away my intake of oxygen.

“You just love being a fucking brat, don’t you?” He grumbled into my ear, sending goosebumps all over my body.

My knees became weak and my panties soaked from his words, how close he is, his smell, and how he fucking looks.

“No. I just love it when everyone agrees with my plan except you.” I smile at him as I stare into his blue eyes.

He uses his boot to kick apart my legs and stepping in between them. He releases my throat, I take in a big deep breath as his hand drifts from my neck to my collarbone to the back of my head.

He combed his fingers through my hair, making it bunch up in his hands and giving it a nice pull, earning a little moan from my lips. His metal hand lightly drags from my hip to my chin, pushing my chin up to make sure I keep eye contact.

“Buck, I think we shou—“

“Suck.” He demanded as his pushed his metal fingers into my mouth.

Putting pressure onto my tongue as my saliva covers my lips. I’m able to taste metallic as my tongue twirls and swerves around his digits.

I keep eye contact with him, he stares at my eyes, my lips, the way my tongue moves. His pupils are blown, filled with lust and so were mine.

With his other hand, he presses the emergency stop button causing the elevator to stay up in the air between two floors.

“Buc���“

“You’re gonna stay nice and quiet for me, can you do that?” he asks me as his nonmetal arm reaches the waistband of my pants, slowly bringing it down to pull at my feet.

I look at him as if he is crazy doing this in the elevator, just standing there with my pants at my feet and in my underwear.

“Fucking speak.” He uses his metal fingers to squeeze my cheeks, my saliva being smeared onto the side of my face.

“No.” I blurted with a grin forming on my lips.

“I’m gonna make you stay quiet.” he whispered into my ear, sending another wave of goosebumps all over my body, making me wetter by the second.

He grabs my hips and turns me around, my cheek against the elevator wall and my bare hips touching the cool metal of the railing.

“I would stay quiet for Steve.” I chuckled into the wall, a smile appearing on my face as I know that he is heating up.

He quickly rips off my thong off of my body, leaving me with my bottom half naked with marks of where my panties was torn off my body and in his pocket.

“Why so quiet now Bu— Oh fuck! Fuck you!” he shoved his cold metal ring and middle finger into my core, the cold making me clench around him.

“I told you to stay fucking quiet.” he rasped into the shell of my ear.

“And I said n— oh fucking hell!” his picked up his pace, beating his fingers into me at a quick speed with force.

“Brat.” He boomed as he took my underwear from his pocket and shoving it into my mouth.

“If you wanted to cum, you could’ve asked nicely.” He nibbled at my ear lobe.

I whined and became unsteady as he thrusted his fingers in and out of me, my slick running down my legs and going all over the elevator.

His other hand went up to my hair and twisted my hair around his hand, pulling it tautly. I squealed at the pull as my head falls back, looking up at him from an angle.

“Such a fucking brat. Look at you, falling into my touch.” he chuckled at my ear, the vibrations of his laugh shoot down to my core.

My knees began to fail, they shook and trembled as the knot in my stomach threatened to loosen. My pussy clenched onto his fingers as I got closer.

“Don’t cum yet doll.” he hit the perfect spot repeatedly. My head tilted back more, being able to look into his blue eyes.

Tears formed in my eyes as I forced myself not to release. His fingers moved quicker and harder, my cries became louder and louder.

“You just want to get caught. Fucking whore can’t even stay quiet.” he chuckled once again.

He stopped his movement, his fingers no longer thrusted into me. I whined at this, I wanted to cum but he stopped.

“If you make one more fucking noise, you’re not gonna cum and I’m gonna leave you here. Understand?” he looks at me with stern eyes as he pulls my hair more, my back arching and my head basically on his shoulder.

I nod trying not to whine, moving my hips into his hand to regain some friction and movement to get myself off.

He began to pick up his pace, my eyes close as I stop all noise I was making, my tears rolling down my cheek.

The knot in my tummy formed once again, my legs shook and I clenched around his digits.

“That’s it. Quiet. There you go, cum for me.” He encouraged as I moved his fingers at a fanatical speed.

I finally released, stars covering my sight. My squeals weren’t quiet, but that didn’t stop Bucky. I was coating his fingers and he slowed his pace. He peppered kisses on my temples as I got down from my high.

He took away my panties from my mouth, letting my breath properly. His metal fingers pulled away from my pussy, making me gasp at the sudden emptiness.

His fingers go up to his mouth as he tastes all of me, he groans at the sweetness as he stares down at my eyes while I’m quickly fixing myself.

“I like your plan.” I winks at me as he presses the button to resume our elevator ride to my bedroom floor, and I quickly pull up my pants before anyone sees me half naked.

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Laser-Like Focus - Chapter 1

Pairing:  Bucky x reader

Summary: You met Bucky while working with the Avengers. You fell in love and got married. One thing you had in common was to kill all members of HYDRA. Bucky for his known reasons, and you because they killed your parents in front of you when you were a little girl. Soon your focus on HYDRA pulled you and Bucky apart. He decided to leave the Avengers and after a long separation, sent you divorce papers. He comes back to get the signed papers, as he is about to get married again. But everything with you and Buck is an adventure.

Flashback

You were sound asleep in your room, with your dog, Toby, snuggled against you. You are awoken by the sound of screeching brakes outside of your home. Suddenly your mother walks in, “Y/N, come on baby, we have to go,” she says in a panic before scooping you up in her arms.

As she makes it to the top of the stairs, your dad is running up, “They’re here! We have to go through the back way. Give me, Y/N, and you take the lead,” your dad whispers to your mom. Your mom passes you to your dad and you wrap your arms around his neck tight. Your dad put his finger to his lips to tell you to remain quiet.

The three of you quickly and quietly sneak down the back staircase, that only your family knew about. It brought you to the section of the basement that was hidden. Through the basement the three of you ran through the underground tunnel. You tried your best to remain calm and held on to your dad tightly.

Your dad was a scientist for S.H.I.E.L.D, and he knew HYDRA was looking for him so he can replicate the serum used on Captain America during WWII. He always had this plan of escape, just in case, but always hoped he never needed to use it. 

As you three made it to the end of the tunnel, your mother climbs out of the tunnel and grabs you from your dad. She races you behind some bushes and tells you to stay there. As your dad climbs out of the tunnel, he rushes over to where he has a car hidden and starts it. You mother grabbed some bags from the shed that was near the car and placed them in the trunk. 

As your mom went to retrieve you, they were surrounded by vehicles and men with armor and guns. Your mother looked to where she knew you were and signaled you to stay out of site. “Dr. Y/L/N, nice to see you,” a tall man with a Russian accent says. “I wish I could say the same,” you dad responds. “Where is the formula doctor? You don’t want your wife to get injured, do you? Or what about your daughter?” he asks.

“I don’t have it. It’s already with S.H.I.E.L.D,” you dad replies. The man shakes his head, “I see your wife here, where is that cute little girl of yours? Hmm?” he asks taking out a pistol. “She is staying with family,” you mom replies. The man tuts, “Shame, would have been more fun to kill all of you together,” he says before he shoots your mom in the head, followed quickly by your dad.

You wake up with a start, sitting up, drenched with sweat, and you heart racing. You look over to the other side of the bed and see that it is still empty. Another nightmare. They have been constant since that day in December. If they aren’t about the day your parents were murdered, it’s about the day the love of your life sent you divorce papers. 

You get up and quickly change into gym clothes, knowing sleeping is out of the picture at this point. You quickly run downstairs and grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and head down the gym. You tape your hands, knowing the only way to get out your frustrations was the punching bag. 

You start of slow, so that you don’t injure yourself, but as you start to feel the cathartic relief, you punch harder and faster. You think about the day your parents were murdered and how it changed you forever. You were rescued a few days later by S.H.I.E.L.D and put into foster care, as you had no other family. When you were old enough, you went back to S.H.I.E.L.D. and started training with them, quickly becoming a damn good agent. 

Along the way you became good friends with Natasha, and when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell, she made sure you were taken care of. After the events of the Avengers Civil War, all was forgiven between Tony and Steve, and the Avengers were back together, with a new member, Bucky Barnes. Natasha reached out to you, knowing you were still an agent with another agency in Europe, and asked if you wanted to be a member of the team as well. 

You jumped on the next flight and met the team at the compound. It took you little time to become a hardworking member of the team, a member of the family, and mostly, a friend to Bucky. You both became close very quickly, understanding the meaning of losing everything. You both also suffered from nightmares, and made sure to help each other out. It didn’t take long for the friendship to form into a loving relationship, then marriage.

Bucky was the love of your life. He was the bright spot in your life of darkness, and he felt the same about you. You both loved each other with such passion, the thought of anything going wrong was unthinkable. You both also had a passion to make HYDRA pay for what they did. Bucky wanted them to know the pain they caused him, and you wanted sweet revenge on your parents lives. 

At first the need to beat and kill HYDRA brought you both closer, however as time went on, your thirst for HYDRA blood grew stronger and Bucky was looking for other things. Bucky wanted to settle down, start a family, and live a happy life. He realized to him that was beating HYDRA, but you wanted HYDRA to pay the ultimate price, and you wouldn’t stop until it was done. 

Your relationship with Bucky, though strong at first, started to fall apart. You did your best to fix everything, along with Bucky, but at the end of the day he wanted to stop fighting and live a life, and you didn’t. You couldn’t. Not until every last HYDRA member was dead. It broke Bucky’s heart the day he asked for a separation. He thought maybe separating would show you what you were missing. 

Bucky left the Avengers at the same time of the separation. He moved back down into Brooklyn, and he hoped and prayed for you to show up saying he was enough, and that he never saw you in the newspaper because you got hurt, or worse died. You both would talk weekly, hoping to come to an arrangement that would work, but alas nothing seemed to get your focus off of HYDRA. 

This past December you got a package in the mail from an attorney’s office. When you opened it you saw they were divorce papers that were already signed by Bucky. Your heart broke into a million pieces, and you didn’t know what to do. The team tried to get you to talk to Bucky, but you knew at this point you drove him away completely. You shoved the papers in your desk drawer to look at another day.

Since that day you have had frequent nightmares about the death of your parents, or getting those papers again, but in the dream Bucky gave them to you with no emotion. You would wake up the same way and in return, would come down the punching bag to relieve the stress. 

When the sun finally came up, you were dead tired, but still punching the bag. Steve and Nat walked into the gym. “Another nightmare?” Nat called out to you. You refused to look at them and just nodded, continuing to punch the bag. You felt someone walk up behind you and finally turned to look. Steve had a look of sympathy mixed with guilt. 

“Y/N, um... I hate to ask you this, especially since you are already having a bad day, but do you have the papers signed?” he asks. You look up at him, knowing Bucky reached out. You nodded, “Yea, uh. They are in my dresser,” you respond quietly. Steve nodded, “Ok, um... Bucky is stopping by today, to uh... to pick them up,” he says. 

Your eyes snap up to him. This will be the first time you will see Bucky in months, and the first time you will speak to him since he sent the papers. “Well he can come and get them from me himself,” you say. Steve knew you were going to play hardball and nodded before walking away. You untaped your fingers and headed out of the gym to shower.

Your soon to be ex-husband, who you are still madly in love with is coming to get the divorce papers. You had to make sure you looked amazing so you could show him what he is missing. You put a smile on your face and you removed the wedding band you still wore on your left ring finger. This was your chance to get him back.

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Chapter 2

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Dirty Little Secret

a/n: pennywise taunting richie tozier or epic song title by the all american rejects? that is for you to decide, my pretties. (jokes on me it’s not even an IT imagine it’s a crim imagine heheeeee)

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You should have known that going to a party at Rossi’s was going to involve not only alcohol, but the relaxed atmosphere that you never got to experience with your co workers, let alone your supervisor. At Rossi’s, although you mostly referred to the others by last name out of habit, if you slipped and called him Aaron he didn’t bat an eye. Not only that, but flirting back and forth was not un-welcomed either. As a matter of fact, he initiated sometimes. Hotch took another sip of his beer before laughing at something Morgan said.

“Okay okay, we have to try that some time!” Morgan was saying to Prentiss, in regards to some wild drinking game she had been telling everyone about. Hotch was laughing at how eager Morgan was to play a drinking game. It didn’t exactly come as a surprise to you, but then again, nothing really did with this group of people.

“I’d LOVE to try that,” Garcia purred, mostly to Derek. Derek raised an eyebrow, but grinned in her direction.

“Dear God, Woman.” He said. Garcia rested her hand on his forearm and wiggled her eyebrows, causing the table to break out in more laughter. These were the moments you lived for, being able to see your teammates so relaxed.

You chugged the last few sips of your Twisted Tea and made your way to the kitchen to grab another. When you returned, the conversation had taken a sharp turn, and you couldn’t believe your ears as you approached the table.

“That’s a KINK?” Derek asked, incredulous. Hotch choked on his beer and poor Reid just looked confused.

“Oh yeah, baby. It’s actually quite popular.” Garcia grinned, inching slightly closer to Morgan. He took it in stride, grinning back.

“Well, we’ll just have to see about that.” He said in a low voice.

“Alright alright, where in the HELL did kinks come up?” You asked, sitting beside Hotch.

“Well, first we were talking about that drinking game, and then we started talking about how the different types of alcohol can cause different reactions in certain people, which led to the discussion of how tequila makes Prentiss cry and makes Garcia, um, more sexual, and then we started talking about things of, uh, that nature.” Reid looked more uncomfortable the more he recited. You shook your head and took a long drag from your drink.

“Ooh, you know another wild kink? Bondage.” Prentiss said, her eyes wide. Derek grinned and Reid made up some excuse to go to the kitchen, Rossi following closely behind him.

“Alright little miss, you’re pretty quiet.” Penelope turned her attention to you, causing your own eyes to widen. “What’s your dirty little secret?” She grinned evilly.

“Uh, I don’t really have any.” You said, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. An obvious tell that you were lying. Being surrounded by profilers was suddenly worse than usual, and all eyes were on you.

“Bullshit, (Y/N)!” Derek said with a laugh. “Everyone has somethin. Come on, I'll share if you do.” He looked at you over his glass, raising his eyebrows, begging the question.

You looked to Hotch to save you, but he looked away, cheeks pinkening.

Interesting. You thought to yourself. He’s hiding something too.

“Come on, out with it!” Garcia pushed.

“Uhh… roleplay, I guess.” You said in a small voice, taking a few more sips of your tea.

This seemed to satisfy Garcia and Morgan, as they began discussing Derek’s sadism kink.

“That seems pretty on par, don’t you think?” Hotch’s voice said beside you. You looked at him and raised your eyebrows. “Morgan’s, that is.” He said quickly, realizing what you were thinking.

“Yeah, it sounds about right. Did Penelope happen to share hers while I was in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, the same as Derek.” You giggled a little bit, starting to feel the alcohol take effect. Spencer and Rossi returned, having cleaned up the entire kitchen in the time it took for the conversation to finally move forward.

Some time had gone by, and Rossi had retired to bed.

“If you can’t think straight, you can’t drive. Help yourself to a bedroom.” Rossi said, holding his hands up in surrender as he retreated up the stairs. Reid had gone home a little while ago, complaining of a raging headache. Alcohol sometimes had that effect on him, so it definitely wasn’t the first time that had happened. JJ couldn’t make the party since it was her only night off and she wanted to spend some family time with Will and Henry. That left you, Hotch, Prentiss, Morgan, and Garcia.

“So, Hotch, how does it feel to know the sexual history of not only your friends, but your employees?” Derek grinned, raising his eyebrows again.

“Well, it’s different. I thought I knew you pretty well before, Morgan, but now I know you a little too well.” Hotch laughed a little, a rare sound.

Morgan shrugged, moving a sleeping Penelope slightly.

“I guess I should get her up to bed, she’s starting to drool.” As he said that, a small snore came from Garcia. Morgan frowned as he guided Penelope upstairs, who was complaining about how she wasn’t sleeping, she was just resting her eyes. Morgan shut the door behind them, leaving behind just you, Hotch, and Prentiss.

“Well,” Prentiss slurred. “How about another round?” She tried to stand up, but began swaying. Hotch grabbed her arm before she almost toppled onto the floor.

“I’ll be right back.” He said, guiding her to another room in Rossi’s endless mansion. You picked at the skin around your nails, something still bothering you. Although you’d shared your sexual preference, Hotch never really commented on it; he was clearly thinking along the same lines as you. Could you possibly get him to admit it? Technically you were alone now. A small, evil grin crossed your features as he descended the stairs, rejoining you in the dining room. You were about 4 Twisted Teas in, and all your inhibitions had been successfully lowered. Hiding your crush on Hotch was at the back of your mind, if it was on your mind at all.

“So,” You began, scanning Hotch. He raised his eyebrows as he took a couple gulps of his beer. “You never told us what your kink was, Mr. Hotchner.” He grimaced slightly.

“No, I didn’t.” He said, his voice even.

“Mmm.” You hummed into the quickly emptying bottle. “You can tell me. I won’t share.” You cocked an eyebrow, encouraging him.

“And how do I know that?” He said, lowering his voice as he inched a little closer.

“You’ll just have to trust me.” He scanned your face for a moment to gauge how truthful you were being, and ultimately decided you were being truthful.

“Alright, I’ll bite. Remember what you said, about roleplaying?” He asked. You nodded. He sat back and smiled a little, without another word. Now your attention was piqued.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” Your faces were so close, you could close the gap and be kissing him in mere seconds.

“Hmm, now that is interesting.” You said, resting your hand on his thigh. He didn’t move and you could cut the tension in the room with a knife. Your eyes flicked down to his lips and back up to his eyes, and he closed the gap. You were kissing Aaron Hotchner. You kissed back excitedly, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth a little bit before breaking away for some air.

“You need to go to bed.” Hotch said with a small laugh as you pouted.

“Why?” You asked, sounding more like a small child instead of a grown adult.

“Because, you’re drunk.”

“Am not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not!”

Hotch took a few steps back.

“Walk over here without tripping.” It sounded so much easier than in practice, because you immediately tripped and fell into his arms. You melted at his touch and he helped you stand up, raising his eyebrows as if to say “I’ve made my point”. Before you could process what was happening, Hotch picked you up bridal style and headed up the stairs, plopping you down on a bed. He turned to leave when he felt a hand grab his wrist.

“Stay.” You whispered, looking up at him, your eyes sparkling. Hotch glanced from you to the door, weighing his options. He ultimately decided that it was safer to stay, he didn’t feel drunk, but he wasn’t exactly sure how many beers he’d had since arriving 6 hours ago. Granted, he had eaten, but there was no telling what could happen.

He laid down beside you, as you laid your head on his chest, allowing his steady heartbeat to put you to sleep. He kissed your head and drifted off himself.

The next morning, you woke up in the spare room by yourself, to the sound of people shuffling downstairs. Your head was aching, but from what you could tell, you didn’t throw up the previous night. You didn’t even feel nauseous; you even felt hungry.

“Thank God.” You muttered to yourself. Throwing up was by far the worst part of a hangover, and you’d managed to avoid it. You considered that a win. You threw a hoodie on and made your way downstairs; Prentiss looked a little pale, and was drinking water sip by sip. Clearly, she hadn’t been so lucky. Hotch stood by the island, drinking coffee and chatting with Rossi. He glanced over at you and sent you a quick wink before returning to his conversation with Rossi. You smiled to yourself and kept your dirty little secret, and his, to yourself.

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I Don’t Love You

Written by: spencerreidsmiles

My dear friends, this is my first Hotch fic in a VERY long time and it's a request from @hommoturttle from literally eight months ago (haha let's not talk about that, sorry it took so long <3) They requested a “super angsty” Hotch fic, so here it is!

This is a Hotch x gender neutral!Reader that is just straight sad. There is zero plot, barely any Hotch tbh, it's literally just depressing! That being said, I actually do really like it. This fic takes place right after Haley's passing, and the reader is in a very unhealthy relationship with Hotch.  

Trigger Warnings: vague descriptions that could be interpreted as ab*se, vague depictions of an extremely unhealthy and unloving relationship, but overall just extremely sad and emotionally taxing

Word Count: 999

MASTERLIST // WATTPAD VERSION

You stared at nothing in particular, just wondering. Your eyes were hot, stingy, and red, and they hurt, bad. You had been crying for...well, you didn’t really know how long you had been crying. You just had been. Not in front of him, of course. You knew better than that. But there were no more tears left. Your body had exhausted every last one left in you and now you were just numb, but hot all over, a statue on fire. 

You wondered if he felt the same. You wondered if he felt anything about you at all. If he ever did. 

You wanted to say that it happened out of nowhere, that it was a complete shock to you, that nothing, nothing, could have prepared you for it, but that would have been a lie. The signs had pointed to this forever, but you pretended like you always did. You chose to walk with hands over your eyes, knowing deep down that you would fall. And you did. 

But you never thought, or some hopeful part of you did, that he would actually say it. That he would mean it. That you could believe it. 

“I don’t love you. I’ve never loved you. And I will never love you.” 

It wasn’t the heartbreak that hit you first. It was the smooth calmness of his voice that did. There was no hesitation, not even a hint of regret. You couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe he had been saving these words. Keeping them locked up tight behind his facade, just waiting for the right moment to say it. The words slammed around in your head, “I don’t love you” echoing in your skull. You knew the words “I love you” had impact. Why didn’t they tell you that “I don’t love you” had more?

Then your throat closed up. All of the breath you were filled with before was sucked out of you until there was nothing left. You could feel your soul clawing at you from inside your body to be let out. Felt it screaming, rattling at the bars to be freed. But nothing, no words or sounds would come out of your mouth, they were too hard. Instead, you just let the silence speak for you. It didn’t say anything. 

Your body shook when he slammed the door. It was an all too familiar sound, but this time, it rattled you. You stood there, blinking and silent, because that was the only thing you could do. The door would open. It had to. It wasn’t going to end like this. It couldn’t. But it didn’t open. 

You tried to justify it at first. He didn’t know what he was saying. It wasn’t him. He was drunk or hurt or confused. But that wasn’t it. You knew all of those excuses you made for him weren’t true because for once, he had looked you in the eyes when he spoke to you. He hadn’t done that for so long. 

He was angry. He was always angry these days. It was rarer to see him happy than not. But even happy days weren’t immune from his anger. It was crazy, to you at least, how much things changed without you even noticing. How a simple smile, that not long ago was just the norm, had turned into a prize. How ordinary it felt to go to bed never happy, never smiling. How even a speck of love would be the cliff you held onto while everything else crumbled around you, convincing you that it was okay. That it would always be okay and it would get better. But it never did. 

You told yourself that it was you. That you were the problem. Maybe if you changed, then he would stay. That maybe if you were more like her then things would be good. What did you have to do for him to see you? Did he ever see you? Or were you a poor knockoff replacement for someone he still loved that was taken too soon? 

No matter how hard he tried to fit you into whatever Haley-shaped hole he had, you never could fit just right. You didn’t look enough like her, you didn’t sound enough like her, you didn’t feel enough like her. You weren’t her. But you tried so hard. You tried because he still wanted her but all he had was you. You tried because it was good in the beginning, it was so good, so maybe if you just gave a little something up, then it would be good again. And it worked so well, he had a smile he only reserved for when you reminded him of her. So you kept giving and giving and giving to see that smile until there was none of you, the real you, left. 

You wondered if any of it - one word, one smile, one touch - had ever been real. If there had ever been a point where the two of you had actually been really, honestly happy. Or if it had always been like this and you had just been too blind to see it. 

You looked at the empty apartment around you. It looked like it always did, but you saw it for what it was now. No more rose-tinted glasses. No more silver lining. A house, not a home; a prison, not a paradise. 

When your tears had long dried up, leaving streaky marks down your cheeks, you found the words you couldn’t speak before. The truth washed over you for the first time in a long time. 

I knew you were using me, I just didn’t care.

But realizing the truth didn’t make it hurt any less. Because you still didn’t care. You knew what you had wasn’t love. You knew he could never really love you, but it didn’t matter. You didn’t want love. You just wanted him. Even if it meant losing yourself in the process.

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Bucky x Reader- Fill My Cup

- Hi I saw your post about the love language and was wondering if you could write one with Bucky Barnes with the love language physical touch and -Bucky with quality time/physical touch for @hommoturttle

Loving Bucky Barnes was an uphill battle. Sometime he carried you and sometimes he was the one to lean on you and let you take him the extra mile he didn’t think himself capable of. You were starting to stumble and slide down the hill though and Bucky wasn’t able to catch you before you started to close yourself off. He couldn’t, not when he was in some far away location he couldn’t disclose to you. 

You had gone into your relationship knowing he would be aiding the avengers and fighting for good alongside his best friend Steve but you couldn’t help but miss him every second he was gone. And it had been three weeks. You knew his homecoming was due soon but you couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow in your chest. You caught yourself wondering late at night when the bed was too cold and your cup had been emptied from a rough day if it was worth it. 

The second the traitorous thought had entered your mind you swept away, guilt burning hot and quick in your veins. Of course it was worth it, you loved Bucky more than you’d loved anyone and you knew even a minute with him was worth three weeks apart. Yet in your loneliness you craved for time together. 

You felt most loved, and felt like you could give the most love, by being near to Bucky, by him wanting to be near you. You adored quality time spent with the winter soldier and he felt most loved by your delicate touches and the way you reached out to hold his hand just because. You loved the surprise dates late at night after work and he loved the way you’d brush his hair every morning while he brushed his teeth just because he didn’t have the patience for the tangles.

So the weeks apart had started to drag on you more than you had thought. You sat curled up in your room, comforter up tight around your shoulders and you inhaled deeply. You and Bucky had lived together too long for you to smell him on your pillows. You had both made it your shared space and so your bed was a mix of your perfume and his coconut shampoo, it meddled together and became something all its own. 

It gave you some peace of mind but you knew you wouldn’t truly feel like yourself until Bucky was home. You hoped, and knew, he would be filling similarly but you couldn’t help but berate yourself for being needy. Bucky had never made you feel ashamed for the amount of time you wanted to spend with him, had never found it suffocating or odd, yet you feared one day it would become too much for him. 

Groaning as your thoughts became tangled you reached over to your bedside table and pulled out the most recent letter from Bucky. He left one for you to read every time he went on a long mission and it was as if he knew just what you needed to hear each time to get you through the last couple days, hours, minutes, without him. 

I miss you more than you know. I’ll be home quicker than you realize. I can’t wait to just sit on the couch with you and not give a damn about the rest of the world for a couple days. Take care of yourself doll. Love, Buck. 

He didn’t need too many words to soothe your aching heart and you pressed  tender kiss to the already warn paper. You could speak the words easily now with no reference as you’d read it at least once a day since he left. Smiling brighter than you had all day you let your eyelids grow heavy and close. By the time you woke, Bucky would be home. 

Dreams flashed through your mind in quick succession, one shifting and changing into another and leaving your mind feeling muddled as you woke up trying to remember all of your dreams and not even being able to hold onto a scrap of one as the scrambled away from your efforts to remember. In your grogginess you’d nearly forgotten the main reason for your nap. You hadn’t been tired, you had just wanted the hours of the day to float over you instead of teasing and mocking. 

It was the rattling of the doorknob that brought you fully to the present, sleepiness no longer fogging up your brain. You jolted out of bed and ran to the door, a grin so wide your cheeks hurt stretching your features with bliss. You tugged on the doorknob at the same time your true love pushed on the door. It swung wide open and you stumbled back one small step but Bucky was as alert as ever and in half a moment his arm was around you pulling you against his chest and keeping you upright from your too eager tug on the door. 

Your heart thumped and then skipped a beat and then preformed an irish jig as you let Bucky’s comforting presence wash over you. You felt as if you weren’t close enough and he seemed to have the same thought as his hands found the backs of your thighs. He hoisted you up and you leaned back just enough so that you could study his face. 

“Forget what I look like already?” He teased, hands squeezing your thighs as you giggled, brushing your nose against his. Bucky grumbled softly as your lips missed contact with his. 

“Missed you,” Was all you could get out before he was kissing you fervently, like he never had and never would again. His own grin interrupted the kiss but he wasn’t ready yet to set you down and you seemed just as happy in his arms as your legs tightened around his waist. 

“Missed you too, everything okay?” Bucky had to ask, seeing that familiar loneliness in your eyes. It was what had first drawn him to you and he saw the forlorn look far less in the years you had been together but it reappeared every time he went away. 

“Mhmm,” You promised, lips feather soft against his forehead in reassurance. 

“Cup full now?” Bucky pressed once more, using a phrase you often used with him to show you were both fulfilled in the relationship. 

“Never empty when I’m with you,” 

“That’s my girl,” Bucky grinned carrying you to the couch in your too large room that Stark provided. The tv already had something playing but the white noise was silenced by your giggle as Bucky slumped onto the couch, you trapped carefully beneath him. 

You spent the rest of that night and well into the next day with Bucky never straying far and it was if the past three weeks had disappeared. Your cups had finally filled after running on low and you couldn’t be happier. 

[crankynewt]

coming soon - peter's new start!

I am thrilled to announce that the "Live in Living Colour" storyline will continue in an all new format!

After I released the final part yesterday I got a number of you asking for a continuation of the series. I had kept this possibility in mind when I wrote the final part, especially as I was unable to fit in all of the details I'd hoped and I want to continue providing you with more Peter content!

This new series will be a collection of one-shots about Peter and the reader's relationship, taking place before, during, and after the events of WandaVision. These do not have to be in any specific order and can be read as a set or as standalone pieces!

The most exciting part about this is that now you guys can participate! With this new format, you can send in ideas such as "How would Peter and Sam get along?" and "What does Peter think of Netflix?" that I will do my best to answer! You guys can now see what you want in their life!

This will probably begin in approximately a month as I'm super busy with uni and I'd like to see what the Falcon and the Winter Soldier reveals about the state of the MCU. But in the meantime, send in your ideas and I'll start compiling some thoughts!

I hope you guys are as excited for this as I am! More details coming soon!

(Tagging everyone from "Live in Living Colour" to get a feel for the interest 💖)

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[hommoturttle]

When I die, play this over my grave! 😂

fucking christ I am sobbing

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