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thxta · 2 months

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Riding the Edge

⦗ pairing ⦘ Tenth Doctor x Tenth Doctor, The Doctor x Theta Sigma, Tencest

⦗ word count ⦘ 12.6K

⦗ warnings ⦘ nsfw / 18+ only / minors dni

⦗ summary ⦘ The Doctor has been travelling with a dark alternate version of himself from another universe named Theta Sigma. After accidentally dropping a glass vial filled with a powerful alien aphrodisiac, the two Time Lords must seek relief in one another.

⦗ a/n ⦘ Okay so, this is my first fic in years, and I'm used to writing in roleplay format where the viewpoint alternates between characters, just to let y'all know.

Also posted over here on A03 Feel free to leave a comment in the replies! Please let me know if you liked it? :3 Anyway, enjoy~

"Extractor fans, on!" The Doctor called out to the TARDIS after the main console room was suddenly flooded with a powerful aphrodisiac gas. Coughing and waving at the air around him, the TARDIS began to draw in the harmful gas. It only took a few minutes to ventilate the entire room, but the damage seemed to have already been done.

"Ah! Well, that's unfortunate..." he blinked, coughing once more as he suddenly began to feel strange. It started in his fingertips, and then began to travel up along his arms and legs. A warm, tingling sensation. The effects would soon progress rapidly; body temperature would rise, and the tingling would soon shift into a painful aching of arousal that would only subside with one form of treatment.

"Are you alright?" He asked as he turned to his companion, whom he's secretly been harbouring feelings for. "I'm... I’m so sorry about this! I should have been more careful, I mean, I usually am! It just... slipped from my hands." the Time Lord frowned as he looked down at the broken glass bottle at his feet.

No matter how much he tried to cover his nose and mouth, Theta began coughing hard once the gas was released and had dispersed all around them. It was no use running to grab their gas masks, now that they'd already breathed in the chemicals. He waved his hand in the air, just like the Doctor, until the TARDIS successfully ventilated the room and cleared the gas.

This wasn't the first time that Theta's ever been affected by an alien aphrodisiac, but he could already tell that it would be the strongest. His hands were already tingling, the sensation washing through his entire body, making him feel disoriented, and a little high.

He couldn't help but giggle in response to the situation. Looking down at the broken glass between them. He pointed down at it, and then up at the Doctor, unable to contain his laughter.

"Did you just-?" he asked between laughs, "You realise what you've just done, yeah?" Theta asked and then coughed a few times again. His face began to flush in response to the gas, and from his amusement. "Of all the times to drop something, you drop that?"

The Doctor looked at the laughing Time Lord, trying his best to suppress his own laughter as well. It was quite the predicament they found themselves in, definitely not a normal occurrence for someone like him. As he felt heat roaring its way through his chest and abdominal region, he knew very well the only fix - and it meant getting close to Theta.

"Oi! Don't blame me for my clumsy ways!" He chuckled back, trying to keep lighthearted despite the embarrassing ache growing steadily lower. The smell of the gas was still faint, and Theta's flushed complexion seemed to only confirm the Doctor's suspicions. "At least it wasn't something boring, huh?" He asked, attempting to make light of the situation.

Taking a step closer, he reached out and gently placed a hand on the other Time Lord's shoulder, attempting to comfort him amidst the mess. His eyes were locked onto Theta's, trying to convey the seriousness and concern behind the playful façade.

"Well, uh… shall we try to help each other out? We both seem to be affected, and it's not going away anytime soon." The Doctor offered in a strained voice. It was never ideal, but unlike Theta, he didn't have experience dealing with such gas. However, he knew the solution was right in front of him - and it involved getting much closer than usual.

It didn't take long for Theta's laughter to dwindle, as he began feeling the effects quickly intensifying. He noticed his inhibitions instantly lowering, as a haze of lust and arousal started clouding his mind and body. The warmth from the aphrodisiac was unmistakable, as was the reaction that his body was giving.

Theta would've been lying if he said that he never thought about being intimate with the Doctor, but he never expected it to happen like this. Looking up at his other self, Theta smirked at his suggestion, and the way that he held onto his shoulder.

"This is your first time, with something like this… isn't it?" he asked, his own tone dropping as he recognized the seriousness of the situation.

Exhaling a breath, Theta reached up and loosened his crimson red tie. He could feel his temperature rising, almost nearly as quickly as his arousal.

"I think we should head to the bedroom and get undressed." he suggested, before taking the Doctor's hand in his and leading the way deeper into the TARDIS.

Since this wasn't Theta's first time, he knew they didn't have very long before the aphrodisiac would make them desperate, and he knew that they would want to be somewhere comfortable while they took care of each other.

Halfway to the bedroom, Theta let go of the Doctor's hand and began undoing the buttons of his suit. He also gestured for the Doctor to do the same.

Once they were in the bedroom, Theta shook off his black and red pinstripe blazer and threw it over the coat rack. Doing the same with the Doctor's, he smirked softly before pulling him closer by his tie. Before the Doctor could protest, Theta pulled him in for a deep kiss, coaxing his mouth open expertly with his tongue.

The Doctor nodded slightly, meeting Theta's gaze and not denying the question. He wasn't exactly ignorant to these kinds of aphrodisiacs, but he had never been the subject of one himself. Always the saviour, the one to bring solutions, but today it was different. He followed Theta's lead, heading into the TARDIS to find a private spot where they could navigate the uncomfortable arousal that crept in.

As Theta guided him towards the bedroom, the Doctor mirrored his actions, undressing and helping to remove his suit jacket, their fingers fumbling slightly under the influence. When they finally entered the bedroom, the urgency and intensity of the kiss caught him by surprise. He could feel his heart rate increasing with each passing moment, each second the aphrodisiac lingered.

Theta's tongue teased entry into his mouth as his fingers nimbly worked to loosen his tie, and the Doctor couldn't deny his own desire. Instead of pushing away, he responded eagerly, meeting the intimate invasion with equal passion. Their tongues danced together, heating up the room, as the rest of their clothes fell away.

Suddenly, he broke the passionate kiss with a gasp, glancing around the room and landing on the bed. "Let's get on the bed," he panted, guiding them both towards the soft mattress. He wanted nothing more than to satisfy Theta, to rid the overwhelming urgency plaguing them both.

Gently laying Theta down on the sheets, the Doctor hovered above him, staring intently into his eyes. He couldn't help but wonder whether this was wrong, or if it was fate. Regardless, he knew they needed relief and he intended to provide it.

Even now that their clothes had been discarded, Theta could still feel the chemicals in his body influencing his temperature. The only thing that always seemed to help ease the effects, was skin to skin contact, and they both knew that. They both also knew that they would eventually have to succumb to, not only climax, but sexual penetration.

Now that they were both undressed down to their briefs, Theta followed the Doctor towards the bed, but not before reaching into the bedside drawer and pulling something out. It was a small bottle of special lube that he knew would help make them feel even better. Smirking softly, he hid it underneath one of the pillows before laying down.

"Mm, this is much better, isn't it?" he hummed softly, pulling the Doctor on top of him by his slim hips. Groaning from the back of his throat, Theta could feel both of their hard cocks rubbing against each other through the thin fabric of their briefs.

The Doctor could feel Theta's eyes observing him as he laid on the bed, meeting his gaze with apprehensive curiosity. He watched as Theta slipped a bottle under the pillow, a sly smile playing upon the latter's lips. Excitement bloomed within him, understanding the intentions behind the action.

As Theta pulled him down, their erections rubbed against each other through fabric, heightening the anticipation that coursed through both of them. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what was proper and what wasn't, given the circumstances, but ultimately, he surrendered to his desires.

Slowly, he wriggled his hips, guiding their groins together in a grinding motion. Hissing silently, he met Theta's heated stare before murmuring, "Lube… the sooner the better," matching his apprehension with a hint of courage. Surrendering to the situation, he returned the grinding motions, savouring the friction as it built their passion.

His lungs felt tight, and his chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. "Please. 'm assuming we don't need protection? Given the circumstances and all..." His words were barely audible, tainted by speedy breaths. With trembling hands, The Doctor's fingertips grazed Theta's hip bone, searching for his waistband.

Unsure of himself, the Doctor hoped this wasn't misguided, but his body craved the release promised by their intimacy. If this was the only way to relieve this intense discomfort, then so be it. He decided to dive in headfirst, casting his caution aside.

Theta's breathing grew heavier and heavier with each thrust of their hips against one another. The friction of their brief-covered cocks felt so good, but he knew that it wouldn't nearly be enough. The aphrodisiac was rushing through their bodies, clouding their minds with a haze of lust and need. But Theta wanted to take this slow, and savour every moment. He'd been wanting this for so long now, that he wasn't going to let it pass by so quickly.

Watching as the Doctor pushed himself up to straddle his thighs, Theta sucked in his bottom lip as he looked up at him. Underneath their clothes, they were physically identical in almost every way, except they had different beauty marks in various places. He smiled up at the other Time Lord, his own hands resting along the Doctor's spread thighs.

"It's alright, Doctor… we can take things slow." Theta reassured quietly, "As long as we keep physical contact, we'll be fine. Just… breathe…" he murmured softly, while his hands moved up to the Doctor's hips.

"How about we get these off first, hm?" he hummed, gently pulling at the waistband of the Doctor's briefs, and his own. He wanted to feel his cock against his, while he used the lube he'd hidden away to heighten their pleasure. It was a special lubricant that gave a tingly sensation when warmed up.

The Doctor found himself nodding into Theta's words, the idea of taking it slowly comforted him amidst their current state. His breaths slowed slightly at the assurance and gentleness in Theta's voice. As Theta began to pull down their respective briefs, he followed suit, setting aside any hesitation and concern to focus on the task at hand.

Naked underneath, their bodies appeared nearly identical, save for a few minor differences. And yet, there was something more tantalizing about them now – more vulnerable, more primal. The Doctor couldn't help but blush lightly, yet he fought it down. His gaze locked onto Theta's as their briefs hit the floor, their erections standing tall and ready.

He waited patiently, trusting Theta's expertise as he reached for the hidden lube. Underneath the aphrodisiac's influence, his skin burned with anticipation as Theta guided the slick liquid between their bodies. The coolness of the lube contrasted against the heat building inside him, and he whimpered softly at the initial contact. Anxiety and excitement mingled, leaving him vulnerable and raw before Theta.

With a shaky breath, the Doctor whispered, "Just... please," his gaze bouncing between Theta's and the lube. His body throbbed from the mounting desire, awaiting the next step in their unorthodox solution.

Theta's eyes flickered up to the Doctor's, catching his gaze as he squeezed some of the tingling lube between his fingers. He applied the slippery substance generously, ensuring it coated not just their shafts, but the sensitive tips as well. The tingles raced down his length as soon as the cool liquid met his heated skin, sparking a delighted moan.

Positioning themselves just right, Theta guided their cocks together, letting out a relieved sigh once they were aligned perfectly. Slowly, he began to stroke them together, the tingle from the lube set their nerves alive, making their breaths hitch and stutter.

"Fuck, yes..." Theta gasped, the sound of the Doctor's whimper making him even harder. "You like that, Doctor? Feels good, doesn't it?" he purred seductively as he stroked their slick cocks together with both of his hands.

The Doctor nodded, his eyes widening at the intensity of the sensations, the tingling turning into a fierce delight that built anticipation through his veins. He bit his lower lip hard, struggling to hold in more vocal expressions of pleasure. Electric waves danced over his sensitive skin, heightened further by Theta's skilled touch.

Their bodies mirrored each other, practically identical forms driven by reckless desires; a sight that created a strange sense of intimacy. Yet the Doctor was far too wrapped up in their grinding cocks to appreciate that for long.

His voice wavered, but determination prevailed. "Yes… it feels so good, Theta… Why didn't we do this sooner?" Swallowing hard, he panted inconsolably, "Make me cum... please – I can't take it anymore." He wanted nothing more than to dissolve into oblivion beneath Theta's guidance.

Their moans echoed through the room, lending urgency to their movements. Desire drew tight lines across his face, clinging onto the aphrodisiac's promise of relief. Chasing that relief became his sole pursuit, and he cursed their predicament internally.

Theta growled from the back of his throat at the sound of the Doctor's begging. He loved the sounds of pleasure he was making, and he was determined to hear more of it. He also loved the expressions on the Doctor's face as he continued to pleasure them both. The slick sound of the lube mingled with their combined gasps and moans echoed faintly in the bedroom. Theta could tell that the other Time Lord was trying to hold back, so he slowed down his strokes so that he could lean up and capture the Doctor's lips with his own.

Taking one hand away from their cocks, he quickly wiped it dry on the sheets beside them before he lifted it up to hold the back of the Doctor's neck. His one hand continued to slowly stroke the tips of their erections, both of which were leaking pre-cum.

Pulling back from their passionate kiss, Theta kept his hold on the back of his neck and gazed up at his counterpart through half-lidded eyes.

"Shh, shh, shh… it's okay, Doctor, we'll get there…" he murmured between heavy breaths and gentle kisses. He slowed down his strokes to a frustrating halt, intending to prolong their pleasure by teasing them both, and keep them from reaching the edge too fast.

"Deep breaths…" he advised the other man, while nuzzling affectionately at his jawline. "We're not done yet…"

Whatever feelings of frustration Theta intended to invoke were immediately overshadowed by relief; the Doctor sagged slightly, submission creeping into the contours of his features, and gratitude. He needed this - the control.

Theta's heavy-eyed stare held a world of promises, words without a single syllable being spoken. It was a silent reassurance, soft whispers carried on his warm breaths. His touch anchored the Doctor to reality, preventing him from spiraling off into desire's abyss.

Slow, deep breaths filled his lungs, and even the simplest of acts took on monumental importance now. Pre-cum glistened on the tip of his engorged member, twitching ever so slightly as he listened to Theta's advice. They were playing a dangerous game, and the Doctor knew it, but the other Time Lord's tenderness somehow made it bearable.

"All right," he whispered softly, "I'm ready." The Doctor gripped the sheets tightly, needing something to ground himself.

As much as the Doctor despised being kept waiting, there was something enthralling about the anticipation, the building tension. And inexplicably, knowing Theta held the key to release. There was beauty in control, even when he was the victim of it.

Theta smirked softly before swiping a teasing lick up at the Doctor's lips. He could sense that he'd calmed down enough, despite the excited twitch the other man's cock gave within his palm. He could feel the other Time Lord's heartbeat pulsing against his own cock, the sensation nearly making him lose control right then and there. He wanted to feel the Doctor's pulse like that, but all around his cock. But that would have to wait, he had to make sure that the Doctor wanted it too.

"… are you?" he wondered quietly at the Doctor's words, "Are you truly ready?" Theta whispered, before giving the Doctor's cock a gentle squeeze.

While keeping the Doctor's attention and gaze on him, Theta released his cock, but sneakily reached down lower, between his twins' legs. He watched the Doctor's face as he brushed his slick middle finger against his sensitive hole.

Using the remnants of the lube on his finger, he gently rubbed at his entrance in slow circles. Keeping himself from pushing his finger inside until he knew he really wanted it. He was testing the other man's reaction, as well as attempting to draw out more of those delicious sounds of pleasure that the Doctor was trying to keep inside.

The Doctor couldn't help but let out a soft whimper as Theta's finger played so closely around his entrance. He was definitely ready and eager for what was coming next, but he wasn't one to rush into things. The anticipation was part of the fun, after all. He gazed into Theta's eyes, trying to convey his desire and trust in the alternate version of himself.

His breath hitched when Theta started rubbing the sensitive area just below his navel. It was a ticklish yet erotic spot of his that he never told anyone about, it sent shivers through his body. "Yes, I'm ready," he breathed heavily, his voice barely above a whisper. The Doctor's hands tightened on Theta's hips, he needed to feel their bodies connected, skin to skin.

When Theta finally pushed his finger inside the Doctor, he let out a soft moan, getting lost in the sensation. He slowly rocked his hips, matching the rhythm of the finger eagerly probing him. "More… I want more," he begged, leaning down to steal a kiss from Theta's lips. He craved the feeling of being filled, of submitting to Theta's expertise and dominance. The anticipation was killing him, but in some twisted way, he enjoyed the agony and ecstasy it brought.

Theta decided to indulge the Doctor further by carefully pushing in another finger. He moved them both slowly within him, stretching and prepping him for what was to come. The Doctor's pleading fueled his desire even higher, the sound was like music to his ears. He pulled back slightly, breaking their passionate kiss, "Don't worry, baby. I'll take care of you…"

His smirk grew wider as he leaned in once again, placing a soft kiss to the corner of the Doctor's mouth. Then, he dipped lower, trailing open-mouthed kisses across the Doctor's jaw and along his neck. With his free hand, he reached for the bottle of lube again.

Latching his mouth onto the most sensitive part of the Doctor's neck, he began sucking and nibbling at it. Intending to leave a dark love bite, Theta used this opportunity to distract the Doctor while he pulled out his fingers, leaving him empty.

Hearing a whimper of disappointment leaving his younger alternate self, Theta bit down on his neck even harder, knowing how sensitive this spot was, as it was also a weak spot of his own.

Without looking, he squeezed a decent amount of lube onto his fingers, and then some more onto both of their cocks between them. Letting go of the Doctor's neck, he gasped softly from the cool tingling feeling of the lube. "Stroke me, Doctor… feel how much I want you… how much I need you…" he panted as he pulled back, gazing up at the other Time Lord.

With his lubed up fingers, Theta returned them to the Doctor's entrance. Rubbing them teasingly over his hole, he waited until the other man obeyed his instruction before he continued prepping him.

The Doctor moaned against Theta's lips, his hands desperately clutching onto the sheets as he felt another digit added into him. He writhed on top of the other Time Lord, his arousal growing with each touch. When Theta broke away, he sighed out loud, and hung his head down on Theta’s shoulder in frustration. But the sensation of those heated kisses along his neck and jaw convinced him otherwise - he couldn't help but groan and thrust his hips, seeking more.

He felt the cold lube drip down between his thighs, and although he wanted nothing more than to be entered, he did as he was told. His fingers met Theta's thick cock, stroking slowly at first before increasing speed. Theta's reddened cock head glistened with pre-cum and lube under the dim lights, making the Doctor whine at the sight. He gripped tighter, stimulating himself too, matching their rhythms together.

"I want you too," he breathed out, feeling the anticipation building up within him. His breath hitched when Theta began preparing him once more, the contrast between the cool lube and warmth in his core creating a unique sensation. "Please, just-..." he trailed off with a soft whimper.

Despite his protests, the Doctor complied with Theta's command. Each stroke of their cocks synced perfectly, their eyes locked together in passion and desperation. He could hear his own hearts beating faster and faster, the scent of their lust hanging heavy in the air.

Theta smirked deviously as the Doctor obeyed his orders, stroking both of their cocks together, just as he did earlier. He watched hungrily as the Doctor's grip tightened, matching their movements perfectly. Theta grinned - he knew all too well how close he was to claiming this body that he already knew so very well.

Finally pushing three fingers fully inside the Doctor, he reached up with his free hand to the Doctor's hip, holding him steady. The younger Time Lord whined loudly, unable to keep quiet despite how hard he tried. Leaning back up, Theta pressed another hungry kiss to his lips before whispering darkly into his ear. "Please, just- what?" he asked tauntingly, wanting the Doctor to finish his sentence.

Sliding his fingers out of him slowly, he replaced them immediately with the tip of his length, which he pulled out of the Doctor's grasp. He rubbed the smooth, blunt head of his cock against the Doctor's slickened hole. Back and forth, he rubbed against it, his breath hitching in his throat from the teasing sensation.

The Doctor's eyes fluttered shut, his mouth slack as pleasure overwhelmed him. His breathing came out ragged, each thrust against Theta's fingers causing waves of euphoria. When their lips met once again, he moaned into the kiss, the sensation almost too much to handle.

As Theta questioned him, he murmured softly, "Just... please..." He hesitated for a moment, unsure whether he should ask for more. "Please fuck me," he eventually finished in a hoarse whisper, thoroughly ashamed of his uncharacteristic submission. But at the same time, the pulsating desire between his legs was impossible to resist.

His own cock twitched in his grasp, glistening with pre-cum. The Doctor looked down at Theta, his gaze full of vulnerability and need. He hoped that Theta understood what he was asking for, and that the alternate version of himself wouldn't deny him. The Doctor was willing to try anything to get closer to him at this point. His body arched instinctively, desperate for affection and release.

Theta's eyes sparkled dangerously as the Doctor finally asked for what he truly desired - the ultimate surrender. Withdrawing his fingers, he glanced down at the Doctor's leaking member, feeling satisfied that he had driven him this far.

Suddenly, he grabbed the Doctor’s waist and flipped him onto his back. Climbing up over him, he positioned himself right at his entrance. "Are you sure, baby?" he asked teasingly as he rubbed the smooth, blunt head of his cock against his slick opening.

Theta wanted to see if the Doctor would dare challenge him, to push back or beg for mercy. He found it amusing how much he could control this situation.

But it seemed the Doctor relished this game as much as he did, because he nodded eagerly, "Please, Theta..." The pleading tone only drove Theta further into a frenzy. He slowly pressed in, taking his time to adjust to the tight heat enveloping him.

Theta muttered a curse under his breath when the Doctor's inner walls clenched around him, driving him mad with desire. Claiming his lips in a demanding kiss, he began thrusting slowly, testing the waters before picking up pace.

The Doctor's eyes widened in surprise as Theta flipped him onto his back, showing no mercy as he positioned himself at the entrance to his body. He whimpered faintly,

"Y-yes," struggling between defiance and desperation. However, seeing the mischievous grin on Theta's face reassured him that this was exactly what he wanted.

As Theta gradually entered him, the Doctor couldn't help but gasp. His body tightened involuntarily, before slowly adjusting to the new intrusion. His nails dug into the bedsheets, his entire being focused solely on the sensation of being claimed. He knew very well that resistance was futile, and instead surrendered completely to Theta's actions.

It only took one kiss to set the Doctor ablaze in fire. The dominant, insistent taking of his lips fueled his need for more. As the pace increased, he cried out in pleasure, holding onto Theta’s shoulders for support. The rhythm felt foreign yet almost familiar, echoing the dynamics of their relationship.

His hearts throbbed as quickly as Theta's thrusts, his nerves screaming with pleasure and pain. The Doctor gasped into the kiss, "Harder, Theta... please... don't stop," he begged, his voice raw and torn. He was close, so incredibly close, and he wanted nothing more than to share that moment with Theta.

Theta hummed approvingly, speeding up as soon as the Doctor gave in to his desires. The younger Time Lord's submission was more delicious than he imagined, thrilling him to no end. He enjoyed the Doctor's frantic gasps, the desperate way he held on to him, and especially that vulnerable plea for harder.

Their bodies slid together, sweat moistening their skin. The pleasure was intense, and Theta could feel the Doctor clenching tightly around him, his body begging for release. It was a beautiful dance, a perfect representation of power and passion.

Theta leaned down to nip at the Doctor's throat, growling deeply as his hips started moving recklessly. His grip tightened on the Doctor's waist, feeling him squirm beneath him.

With each thrust, he heard the Doctor panting his name, the words becoming louder and more urgent. Theta revelled in the screams of pleasure, knowing he was edging closer to the peak.

And just as Theta felt the final moments approaching, he pulled out suddenly, leaving the Doctor crashing down in pure confusion and disappointment. "Oh no, not yet, baby... I still haven't had enough," he snarled possessively, rubbing his tip against the Doctor's entrance.

Theta would give him no relief until he was ready. Until he was drowning in the ecstasy of Theta's dominance as a whimpering, needy mess.

The Doctor cried out in protest, his body jerking wildly when Theta abruptly pulled out. Angry and frustrated, he tried to grab at the other Time Lord, only to find empty air as Theta had pushed himself up and kneeled between his legs. "No, please! Don't stop!" he begged, his voice shaking with unsatisfied lust.

He was aroused beyond measure, desperate for more of Theta's touch. Every inch of his skin tingled with anticipation, waiting for that slick invasion once more. His hearts pounded erratically, his mind swimming with confusion and desire. He didn't understand why Theta would toy with him like this - but he couldn't deny that it excited him, as well.

When Theta's hand wrapped around his cock again, he let out another moan, arching underneath him. The Doctor knew this wasn't over yet, and somehow found himself grateful for it. His breathing became ragged, tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

His hearts hammered against his ribcage, craving the promised sensation of Theta inside him again. And yet, there was something thrilling about being denied, about experiencing the exquisite torture of delayed gratification. The Doctor whimpered softly, begging desperately, "P-please, Theta..."

Theta chuckled at the Doctor's plight, enjoying every second of his desperation. He squeezed his shaft firmly, watching as the pre-cum dripped down its length. He leaned down, planting small kisses along the Doctor's temples, shoulders, chest - anywhere he could reach, without going back inside him.

"I know you want me, baby," he whispered seductively, brushing his nose against the Doctor's. "You're such a good boy, letting me take control."

Theta thrust three fingers into the Doctor's hole once again, eliciting a loud cry of surprise from him. He pumped them in and out ruthlessly, stretching him wide open while constantly brushing his prostate. The Doctor bucked wildly under his touch, the desperate need to cum evident on his flushed face. Theta could see the tears welling in the Doctor's eyes, and it was beautiful.

"Yes! Yes, Theta please! Feels... so good," the Doctor whined, pushing back onto Theta's fingers. His body trembled, and he struggled to keep up with the intense sensations overwhelming him.

The taunting tug on his erection added to his torment, nearing the edge without being able to leap off. It was as if Theta was a puppeteer, controlling every string attached to his desires. He was helpless under his manipulation, a fact that both frightened and exhilarated him.

He stared up at Theta, his face a mask of desire and vulnerability. The Doctor's hearts raced wildly, the lines of time blurring as they merged into one moment. The Doctor's thighs quivered, his muscles tense and strained, eager to feel Theta's return.

"I... I promise, I'll be yours whenever you want, just please... take me... fill me up," he groaned. His voice broke slightly at the end, begging for mercy amidst the chaos. He needed this more than anything, despite knowing he was playing a dangerous game.

Theta smirked at the Doctor's pleas, noting the newfound submission in his voice. He withdrew his fingers abruptly, causing the other Time Lord to cry out in protest.

"Please, no more games," the Doctor begged, "Just fuck me, Theta. Please."

Theta chuckled softly, leaning down to capture the Doctor's lips in another crushing kiss. As he kissed him hungrily, he slowly pushed back into him, filling him with a single, slow thrust.

The Doctor gasped into their kiss, his eyelids fluttering as he adjusted to Theta's return. His arms wrapped tightly around Theta's neck, a silent plea to stay inside of him this time.

Theta pulled back slightly, gazing down at his lover with hooded eyes. "Such a good boy, begging for my cock," he murmured, thrusting harder now. The Doctor's cries filled the room, intermingling with the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh.

The Doctor's breath hitched as Theta reclaimed him, every muscle in his body tensing with pleasure. He couldn't help but whine softly, arching greedily into the deeper thrusts. The Doctor clung to Theta, needing the security his strong embrace offered.

"Yes, please... fuck me hard, Theta," he breathed against his lips. "I beg you, don't stop."

He was close, so agonisingly close. Every slap of flesh against flesh drove him further into the abyss, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. The Doctor squeezed Theta's neck, his nails digging lightly into his skin as he cried out in passionate need.

"I... I love you... oh god, Theta!" The admission slipped past his lips unexpectedly, raw and unfiltered. His cheeks turned red, shocked by the sudden confession. But there was no denying it anymore - he was falling in love with this ruthless creature.

Theta's thrusting intensified, matching the tempo of their pounding hearts. The Doctor bit his trembling lip, tears streaming down his face as he clawed at his shoulders. Each throb of Theta inside him brought him closer to the edge, his body crying out for release.

Theta smiled, relishing in the Doctor's confession. "That's right, baby," he purred, "Tell me how much you love me while I fuck you…"

He watched as the Doctor's expression twisted between pain and pleasure, his features contorting beautifully. As he slammed into him, Theta reached down to pinch one of his nipples cruelly.

"Say it again," Theta commanded.

Noticing the tear tracks on his lover's face, he instinctively leaned down and licked at the Doctor's tears without even thinking about it.

The Doctor couldn't help but comply, his voice breaking as he uttered the words again. "I... I love you, Theta." The confession came easier this time, fueled by their shared passion.

As Theta continued thrusting, he arched his back, taking every stroke graciously. The pinch of his nipple only heightened his lust, adding a new intensity to the experience.

Theta's tongue tracing the path of his tears was surprisingly tender, sending shivers down his spine. It was both comforting and arousing, making him want more of this unusual affection.

"God, yes... keep going, please! Just a little... bit... more," the Doctor begged, his voice hoarse and raw. The pleasure was building up too quickly, threatening to send him spiraling into oblivion at any moment.

His nails dug into the sheets beneath him, a stark contrast to the tenderness of Theta's touch. The Doctor was caught between desire and fear, unsure of what lay ahead for them both.

Theta smiled at the Doctor's pleading tone, gauging his limits with a glance. His grip tightened on the pillow underneath the Doctor's head, bracing himself as his hips kept up their brutal pace, listening intently to his repeated confession and begging.

"So lovely," he murmured, lapping his tongue along his tearful cheek again. A strange sense of satisfaction washed over him, feeling needed, loved and desired all at once.

Their bodies collided furiously now, sweat mixing and mingling between them. Theta could feel his own release looming, teetering dangerously close to the edge. He wanted to share this moment with the Doctor, but he also craved control.

"Look at me," he growled softly, forcing the Doctor's gaze upward. When their eyes met, Theta held his stare while thrusting harder still. "Cum with me, Doctor. Show me just how much you love me."

It wasn't just a command; it was an invitation to lose themselves together. The heat between them burned bright, promising both ecstasy and ruin in equal measure.

The Doctor swallowed hard, locking gazes with Theta. In that moment, he saw something beyond ruthlessness; he saw vulnerability and a thirst for connection. And it terrified him.

"I... I will," he promised, his voice barely above a whisper. The power dynamics shifted, and the Doctor found himself longing for their simultaneous release.

Every thrust sent ripples of pleasure coursing through him, the pressure building within him like a storm brewing. He counterattacked by reaching down, gripping his leaking shaft once more.

The Doctor stroked himself feverishly, matching Theta's pace as best he could. He looked up into those golden eyes, searching for a glimmer of trustworthiness hidden within.

"I mean it..." he mumbled, stuttering slightly before finding his rhythm again. "I... I really love you, Theta."

Theta's eyes widened at the fierce determination in the Doctor's gaze, unable to resist the pull any longer. He increased his pace, matching the fervor of their emotions.

"I love you too," he whispered, burying his head in the crook of the Doctor's neck, hiding his face from his own confession. Hearing those three words again brought something primal alive within him. His hearts pounded deafeningly in his ears, drowning out everything else.

"Cum with me, Doctor," he demanded into his ear, thrusting deeply as he felt the familiar surge of release beginning within him.

His hips moved erratically now, driven by sheer need rather than skill. Between breaths, he praised the Doctor with sweet nothings, encouraging him towards climax.

Reaching for the Doctor's free hand, he entwined their fingers and held on as their energies merged from the intimate act.

The Doctor's grip tightened on his shaft, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as Theta's words echoed in his mind. He could feel it then, the love bleeding into their actions, creating an inextricable bond between them. The sensation of Theta's hand in his made everything more intense, their bodies dancing as one.

"Right here, Theta... with you," he panted heavily. Their connection was unlike anything he'd ever experienced; it was beautiful and terrifying at the same time.

He closed his eyes, surrendering to the inevitable as his thoughts swam with Theta's promises. Their fingers intertwined, a tangible reminder of their connection. With one final desperate stroke, he let go.

His orgasm crashed into him like a tidal wave, leaving him breathless and gasping for air, every nerve ending igniting at once. Crying out as a mixture of pleasure and relief washed over him. His vision burst into stars, blinding him momentarily.

The Doctor clung to Theta, his hearts pounding against his chest. As he climaxed, he felt Theta follow suit, the pleasure-pain of their simultaneous release washing away all doubt and hesitation.

For a moment, their world dissolved into an explosion of pleasure, leaving only love in its wake. His body shook from the intensity, still caught in the afterglow. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the profound connection they'd just shared.

Theta's own release exploded inside of him like a supernova, his body convulsing as he emptied himself into the Doctor. Their connection seemed to intensify in those last few moments, leaving them both lightheaded and breathless.

He pulled away slightly, panting harshly as he gazed down at the Doctor. His golden eyes reflected the intensity of their union, softening with awe and gratitude.

"You're mine now, aren't you?" Theta asked, pulling him closer for a slow, tender kiss. He didn't want to lose this feeling - the warmth, the safety, the promise of something more than mere survival. This love was dangerous, but so was every other decision he'd ever made. And somehow, it felt like exactly what he needed.

Theta ran a fingertip along the side of the Doctor's face, wiping away the lingering tears that had fallen during their climax. He knew theirs was a fragile relationship built upon chaos and darkness, yet for now, there was nothing but peace between them. The weight of their love hung heavy in the air, threatening to swallow them whole.

"Tell me, Doctor… tell me it wasn't just the gas…"

The Doctor hesitated, searching frantically for the right words. He couldn't deny the truth of his feelings anymore; they were bonded now, whether he liked it or not.

"No, no it wasn't... just the gas..." he whispered against Theta's lips, basking in the tenderness of their kiss. "I... I don't know what we are, but... I need you."

Feeling vulnerable, he let out a soft sigh. Their connection was fragile, but it was real. In that moment, they were more than just lovers - they were bound together by something deeper than lust.

"We're both damaged," the Doctor finally admitted, his voice shaking slightly. "But maybe, just maybe..." he looked into Theta's eyes, hoping he'd see the same fear underlying their love. "We can heal each other?"

As much as he knew their relationship was doomed to fail, he clung onto hope, believing in their potential as unlikely saviours. For now, all that mattered was the warmth of Theta's embrace and the promise of a future that could exist beyond chaos.

The Doctor traced his finger along the curve of Theta's jaw, drawing him in for another soul-deep kiss. Their hearts pounded together, a testament to their shared vulnerability and unyielding devotion.

Theta's features softened, he hadn't expected such honesty from the Doctor, but it resonated with him deeply.

"I need you too..." he confessed, returning the tender touch on his cheek. For all their flaws and darkness, they needed one another - a fact neither could deny anymore.

His lips met the Doctor's once more, capturing his breath in a passionate embrace that transcended their troubled pasts. The connection was undeniable; it was a sun and moon locked in an eternal dance across the cosmos.

Pulling back from their kiss, he pressed their foreheads together gently . "The gas may have brought us here… but it's our choice to stay."

Beneath the wreckage of their lives and the darkness within them, there was a flicker of hope. A small thread connecting them in the most unexpected way. And suddenly, Theta understood: this was worth fighting for.

"You are the only one I would ever let even try to heal… whatever's broken in me." Theta whispered honestly. He never got close to anyone these days, and if he did, the darkness inside of him would always end up consuming them.

"Now… how about we get you cleaned up?" he smiled softly at the Doctor, before leaning in and playfully brushing his nose against his.

The two of them were still connected, but as much as he wanted to stay inside of the other Time Lord, Theta wanted to show the Doctor just how much he meant to him.

Breathing raggedly, Theta slowly pulled out of the Doctor. He let out a soft groan from the loss of contact and how sensitive he still was. His golden yellow eyes traveled down over the Doctor's body, and he moaned from the sight of the Doctor's cum over his chest and belly. He wanted to know exactly how he tasted, so he carefully lowered himself down, and began licking up the remnants of the Doctor's orgasm from his body.

The Doctor watched in awe as Theta descended upon him, his hearts pounding with anticipation. This was an intimacy he rarely allowed anyone else, yet he felt safe in this moment.

He moaned softly, arching his back as Theta's warm tongue traced the length of his chest. Each lick only heightened his growing arousal, making him squirm beneath him.

"Theta... that feels... so good..." he panted, while gently holding onto Theta’s shoulders. Their gazes locked, filled with raw hunger and need.

"Please... more..." he pleaded while his hands trailed down, and his fingers dug lightly into Theta's strong arms. He'd never experienced such a rush of desire before, and it left him feeling both weak and invigorated at once.

As Theta continued his gentle assault, the Doctor closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. He trembled, suddenly aching for more as he pushed his hips upwards in silent encouragement.

His body reacted before his mind could catch up, eager for another taste of Theta's touch. Their love had taken on a life of its own now, and he was helpless to resist its pull.

Theta hummed in agreement, relishing the feel of the Doctor's body under his tongue. His own arousal was still apparent, semi-hard and gently pulsing against his thigh. He wanted to take more than he was given, but their present state wouldn't allow for another round just yet.

Instead, he continued to clean the Doctor with tender care, feeling a desperate need to show him his true feelings. Theta moaned from the very taste of the Doctor's cum. Pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses on his warm flesh after licking it all up, Theta paused, his golden gaze lifting to meet his lover's needy auburn one.

A hint of mischief danced in their depths as he whispered, "Now, now, Doctor… we mustn't rush, or we'll risk burning ourselves out entirely." he smirked and winked up at him teasingly.

He pressed another wet kiss to his stomach, and then just below his navel, right where he was most ticklish. Chuckling from the way it made the Doctor whimper and thrust his hips up again.

In that moment, Theta's nostrils flared as he caught the scent of the Doctor's arousal. His mouth watering at the sight of his semi-hard cock, he leaned down low and licked a tantalizing stripe up the length of the Doctor's growing erection.

"Mm, seems like I missed a spot…"

The Doctor gasped, his breath hitching as Theta's tongue teased him. Every touch was deliberate, every movement designed to drive him wild.

His body twitched, aching for more even as the slight sting of laughter echoed in his ears. Theta's teasing sent shivers down his spine, leaving him breathless and desperate for more.

"Oh god, Theta..." he whined, gripping the sheets beneath him tightly. He felt exposed and alive, craving the feeling of their connection once again.

As Theta's tongue trailed up his length, the Doctor groaned loudly, every brush against his sensitive skin making him shiver.

"I... please, Theta..." he begged, his hearts racing wildly. He needed this, needed the reassurance that their love was real. Their passion was a force of nature, one that threatened to consume them both. But for now, it was all they needed - a beacon amidst their darkness.

Theta grinned wickedly, enjoying the sight of the Doctor's pleasure-stricken face. He lowered his head further, taking the tip of the Doctor's cock into his mouth gently. Slowly, he began to suck and swirl his tongue around it, playing with the sensitive nerves hidden underneath.

"My perfect little Doctor... you always were a greedy one. Is this what you want, baby?" he murmured teasingly, caressing the base of his shaft with one hand. Theta couldn't help but grin wider, knowing how much this tormented the Doctor. He knew that nobody else had ever seen him like this, he could sense it through their very connection.

The Doctor moaned, his fingers digging into the sheets as Theta took him in. Their connection surged through him, an electric current that ran from head to toe.

"Yes... please... don't tease me, Theta..." he begged, his voice straining with need. Every touch from Theta felt like electricity coursing through his veins, lighting him up from the inside out.

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back in pleasure. The sound of Theta's purring laughter sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire in his loins.

"You're driving me insane..." he groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. It was a cruel game, but one he was willing to play for eternity if it meant feeling this close to Theta.

He arched his back, his hearts pounding with each lick. They were on a precipice, hovering between love and obsession - two near identical souls bound by their primal desires.

His renewed erection throbbed and began to ache for release. He clenched his fists tightly, trying to hold on as long as possible.

"More... please, more..." he whimpered, needing this connection to survive.

Theta hummed in response to the Doctor's pleas, loving the sound of his begging voice. He knew they had a fragile balance between love and obsession, and he intended to push it as far as it would go.

His tongue swirled around the head of the Doctor's cock, licking droplets of pre-cum from its tip. The salty sweet taste made his mouth water, and he groaned into the sensitive flesh.

"Such a greedy Doctor... always wanting more," Theta murmured, finally taking him fully into his mouth. He bobbed his head gently, swallowing him down until his nose brushed against the curls of his pubic hair.

He looked up at the Doctor with golden eyes alight, taking in his aroused form beneath him. Their connection was tangible, pulsating between them like an electric charge.

Relaxing his throat, he sucked him slowly, all the way up and down his shaft. Using one hand to gently fondle the Doctor's balls, massaging them in his palm in a way that he knew he would love. Closing his eyes, Theta concentrated on pleasuring the Doctor, in a way that he knew no one had ever done in years, if not centuries.

When he sensed that the Doctor was getting too close, Theta groaned around his cock and pulled up and off of it. Cupping the swollen head of the Doctor's cock in his palm, Theta gathered up his saliva and spat down on it. Using the slickness of his spit as lubrication, he shallowly stroked the Doctor's tip. His other hand left his tender balls, and caressed the other man's thigh, up and up, until he was holding down the Doctor's hip, keeping him from thrusting up.

"Not yet, Doctor… you'll cum when I want you to cum…"

The Doctor let out a strangled cry as Theta's lips engulfed him. The sensation was overwhelming, a surge of pleasure that sent his world spiraling.

His fingers dug into the sheets as he tried to hold on. His senses were heightened to the point of delirium, and he welcomed it with open arms. This was what he craved, what he needed - to be taken by Theta in every single way.

When Theta suddenly stopped, he whined in protest, struggling against his grip. His skin was slick with sweat, every inch of him thrumming with desire. It felt like a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, a perfect storm of their desires colliding.

"No! I need you, Theta!" he cried out, bucking his hips helplessly. He needed this connection, this love that burned between them like wildfire.

As Theta stroked his tip, the Doctor hissed in frustration. The promise of release was so close, yet so unattainable. He stared into Theta's golden eyes, begging for mercy with every fiber of his being. But it was too late, he knew that. Theta held all the cards.

The Doctor moaned, his hips jerking up despite Theta's restraining grip.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he demanded, his voice raspy. His hips bucked again, his breaths ragged. He needed to feel their connection, to feel whole again.

Letting go of the Doctor's aching member, Theta moved to hold down both of the other man's hips, keeping them absolutely still. He could feel the other Time Lord's body tremble and shake, his muscles tensing from the desperation that threatened to overwhelm him. The sound of the Doctor's begging was like a drug for Theta, and he didn't think that he would ever get enough.

"Why am I doing this to you?" he repeated huskily, his eyes darkening as he watched the Doctor squirm beneath him. "Because I know you can handle it…" Theta smirked as he lowered his head down, giving the Doctor's length another long lick from base to tip, right along his throbbing vein, "because I know how strong you are… and I know how badly you've needed this. Someone to take control." he murmured, before blowing a cool breath over the Doctor's heated flesh.

He allowed the Doctor a few moments of respite, so that he could pull back from the edge. While his hands massaged his hips, Theta moaned from the beautiful sight before him. The Doctor's brows were pulled tightly together from both agony and ecstasy, his body covered in a thin sheen of sweat that glistened in the dim bedroom light. Those thin hips squirming beneath his hands, so desperate and needy.

"Just breathe, Doctor… trust me…" he whispered, waiting patiently for the Doctor to comply.

Once he sensed that he'd calmed down enough, Theta smiled and slowly leaned back down. His face hovering mere inches from the Doctor's cock, "Good boy." he whispered, before taking it back into his mouth, still holding his hips down with both hands.

"I trust you, Theta," the Doctor panted, his voice shaky. His breath hitched as Theta's mouth enveloped him once more. The sensation was indescribable, a rush of ecstasy that left him breathless.

His eyes fluttered shut as he tried to stay still, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over him. It was both pure agony and bliss, a tightrope walk between sanity and ecstasy.

Theta's words calmed him slightly, easing some of the tension that had built up within him. Forcing himself to stay still, he took deep breaths, letting the other Time Lord take control.

The Doctor fisted the sheets as the pleasure built up once more. It was almost too much to bear, but he was determined to give himself over to Theta completely.

Feeling Theta's hands securely holding him down, he let out a small, thankful sigh. It was both achingly painful and maddeningly pleasurable.

As Theta began to suck him again, the Doctor let out a keening whine. The intensity of the pleasure was almost too much to bear, but he was determined to give in to it.

Letting go, he threw his head back and celebrated this new form of acceptance, of love, and control.

His grip on the sheets tightened as the heat between his legs grew, building to a fever pitch. "Oh… Theta," he gasped, "you have no idea how much I want you to make me cum…"

Theta purred at those words, feeling its vibrations rumble against the Doctor's cock. His hands gripped the other man's hips tighter, holding him in place as he continued to suck him. His throat relaxed, allowing the Doctor to slide further in.

Theta loved this, giving the Doctor pleasure and listening to him beg for more. He had never felt this kind of control before, but now he realised how much he enjoyed it. Taking in this other version of his past self into his body, he could feel it - the connection between them, pulsating like an overwhelming current.

He pulled back again, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. The Doctor's body was drenched in sweat, his eyes half-closed from the pleasure. He looked so beautiful, so desperate, just like how Theta always craved him to be.

Leaning in again, Theta sucked the Doctor's cock deeper than he had before, his nose brushing against the dark fuzz nestled between his legs.

'Tell me how good it feels, Doctor,' he whispered telepathically, penetrating his mind now, as well as his body. He found that he loved hearing these details, the descriptions of how good it actually felt.

Theta glanced up for a moment, catching the Doctor's gaze, his mouth still full of cock. 'You're so gorgeous, so responsive…' he moaned, setting a slow and steady pace as he expertly deep-throated him.

The Doctor let out a low, desperate moan as Theta's nose brushed against his fuzzy pubic hair, "Theta," he whimpered, feeling the pleasure building up inside him. Every stroke down his throat was like a lightning bolt, coursing through his veins, making him ache for release.

Feeling Theta's hands tightening on his hips, the Doctor gasped, "It feels..." he had to take a deep breath, "so good, so perfect…" he finally managed to get out. His eyes locked with Theta's, "Please..." he pleaded, "Please don't stop."

His fingers dug into the sheets, his hips bucking despite Theta's grip. Every stroke sent shivers down his spine, a trembling mixture of lust and longing.

Every deep thrust pushed the Doctor further towards the edge, closer to the point of no return. But he wanted it, needed it, right here, from Theta.

As Theta's tongue traced a lazy circle around the tip, the Doctor shouted out, "Come on, Theta… I need you to make me cum!"

Bobbing his head slowly up and down, Theta pulled up and began swirling his tongue around the head. Purposely tonguing the sensitive nerves and slit, he let go of one of the Doctor's hips so that he could use it to gently stroke the base of his length. He knew how crazy this would drive the Doctor, as this very treatment had the same effect on Theta when done to him.

With his eyes closed and his lips wrapped around the swollen head, he gently sucked the tip and continued licking the underside with his tongue.

Feeling as though the Doctor had enough of this slow torture, Theta opened his eyes and gazed up at the other Time Lord through his lashes.

'That's a good boy… now, I'm gonna let go of your hips… and I want you to use them to fuck my mouth until you cum.' Theta ordered him, while still using his telepathy to speak while his mouth was full of the Doctor's cock.

'Ready, baby?' he asked, and when he saw the brief nod, Theta let go of the Doctor's hips.

Holding and gently stroking the base with one hand, Theta positioned himself so that the Doctor could easily use his hips to thrust up into his waiting mouth and throat.

'Now!'

The Doctor's eyes widened at Theta's command, but he enthusiastically nodded in agreement, not wanting to break the moment. He released his grip on the sheets and eagerly grabbed onto Theta's free hand that wasn't stroking him.

Pumping his hips in rhythm with Theta's expert strokes, the Doctor started thrusting, his head thrown back as he groaned dramatically.

'Fuck, yes…' he thought, feeling the heat building within him, getting dangerously close to the edge. Every thrust seemed to propel him further into pleasure's abyss.

A high-pitched moan escaped him, shivering as the muscles in Theta's throat worked around his shaft. With each surge, the Doctor's pulse quickened. Every glide down his throat was sending sparks flying, making his skin buzz with anticipation.

Feeling Theta's hand guiding him, his movements grew frantic. He couldn't hold back any longer, "Theta," he moaned loudly, "I'm gonna cum!"

Hot and riveting pleasure surged through him as his cock pulsed and shot his load of warm cum down Theta's throat. 'Oh, it feels so good…'

Theta hummed in approval as the Doctor's hips rocked against his mouth, his hand still stroking it slowly in a matching rhythm. It added an unexpected twist, watching the other Time Lord lose control and fuck his mouth like that.

As the Doctor teetered on the edge, Theta couldn't help but moan, sucking harder and swallowing as he did. The taste was unlike anything else, adding another layer of excitement to this encounter.

When the explosion finally came, Theta gulped and swallowed, his eyes glancing up at the man above him. The Doctor was so beautiful, glistening with sweat and passion. Every twitch and jerk spoke to him, reassuring Theta that he made the right choice.

Theta's body pulsed with heat, his own hard cock rubbing against the bed underneath him. He continued sucking and swallowing, before carefully letting go of the Doctor's cock with a lewd 'pop'.

As the Doctor lay there panting, staring up at the ceiling, Theta carefully and gently stroked him until he began to soften in his hand.

Once the Doctor was out of breath, Theta slowly rose up to lay beside him while his hand caressed the other man's spent body. His deft fingers trailing over his stomach and chest, until they brushed over one of the Doctor's hardened nipples, playing with it. Licking his lips, he smirked softly at the reaction this gave.

His own throbbing erection was now resting along the Doctor's hip, but Theta was patient enough to allow the other Time Lord some rest before paying it any attention.

The Doctor lay there breathless, staring at the ceiling as his body tried to adjust to the intensity of what just happened. Licking his lips, he couldn't help but glance at Theta, who was now laying beside him.

His eyes followed Theta's hand as it trailed up his torso, a soft gasp escaping him as Theta played with his nipple. Shivers ran up and down his body, making his hearts beat a little faster again.

The Doctor turned to Theta, running his fingers through his hair as he stared into his golden yellow eyes. 'Theta...' he whispered his name through their telepathy, a faint smile forming on his lips.

Feeling Theta's heavy erection laying over his hip, the Doctor shifted slightly, so that he could lean over and kiss him deeply. 'Thank you...' he sighed, feeling a content warmth radiating from inside of him.

The Doctor's hand caressed Theta's cheek, "But now it's my turn. Please, let me take care of you," he murmured, while his thumb gently traced the bruise-like circles beneath Theta's eyes.

Theta's hearts skipped a beat from the tenderness in the Doctor's voice, his own eyes fluttering closed as their lips met. He sighed softly into the kiss, taking in the Doctor's warm embrace. This was something he hadn't experienced in so long, if ever - genuine affection, and pleasure shared between two Time Lords.

When the Doctor moved and suggested turning the tables, Theta smiled softly and reached up and held the Doctor's wrist still. He truly believed they had something special between them. Something that had been missing for far too long.

As the Doctor's thumb traced the bruise-like circles beneath Theta's eyes, he felt a strange warmth in his chest. "Soon, baby… for now I want to keep tasting your lips." he murmured. His eyes lulling closed as he reached up to hold the back of the Doctor's neck, he pulled him close for another passionate kiss. He was fine with allowing the Doctor this time of rest, knowing that he'd probably need it.

Laying back on the pillows, Theta pulled the Doctor over him and continued kissing him. His tongue gently coaxed open the other Time Lord's lips, licking into his mouth and letting out a moan from the taste of him. He could still taste the Doctor's cum, and he knew that the Doctor would be able to taste himself now as well.

The Doctor's hearts swelled with happiness, feeling Theta's lips press against his once more. As he opened his mouth, accepting the other's tongue, the connection between them became even stronger. Their tongues danced, sharing traces of each other's flavour.

The Doctor revelled in this moment, laying on top of Theta and kissing the other Time Lord passionately, his hands roaming over his body. He marvelled at how different, yet familiar this experience felt.

When Theta finally pulled away, his eyes met the Doctor's, and he could see the sincerity in them. Nuzzling Theta's neck, he whispered, "This is something... extraordinary..."

He listened to Theta's words, nodding lightly as he kissed his way down his neck and shoulder. The Doctor's hand gripped his length, gently stroking him and feeling the warmth radiating from it. "Let me know when you're ready..."

With Theta laying back on the pillows, the Doctor took a deep breath, 'I hope this is okay...' he thought, before lowering his head and sucking gently on one of Theta's nipples.

His tongue flicked at it, swirling around it before doing the same to the other side. He wanted to give Theta the same treatment he had received earlier, and make sure he was satisfied as well.

Theta would have been satisfied with simply kissing and holding the Doctor, but he could sense that the other man genuinely wanted to reciprocate the pleasure that was just given to him. Had they been human, the two of them would've needed a much longer resting period - but since they were Time Lords, neither would have to succumb to exhaustion for long, as their stamina quickly replenished itself.

He smiled from the way the Doctor nuzzled him, and began kissing down his neck and shoulder. A quiet groan rumbled from the back of Theta's throat as he felt the Doctor's hand wrap around his cock, stroking it tenderly.

'Yes… it's more than okay,' Theta replied to the Doctor's thoughts telepathically as his eyes closed. He savoured the feeling of the other man stroking him, but he couldn't help the way he lazily rolled his hips into it.

He moaned appreciatively as the Doctor licked and played with his nipples. His hand lowering to weave his fingers through the Doctor's brown locks, Theta sighed happily from the love that he felt through the Doctor's touch.

'I love you so much, Doctor…' he murmured through their mental connection. He still found it difficult to say the words out loud, while maintaining eye contact, but he knew that the Doctor could feel his sincerity.

The Doctor inhaled a silent gasp at Theta's confession, feeling the love and sincerity running through their mental connection. His own hand quickened its pace around Theta's length, feeling him buck under his attention.

Another low moan escaped him, realising this wasn't simply lust, but an emotional connection as well. The Doctor's mind was racing, wondering what this meant for both of them. With a slight smile, he stopped sucking on Theta's nipples, licking the sensitive buds before moving further down his chest.

As he reached Theta's abdomen, the Doctor looked up into his eyes for a brief moment. 'I love you too, Theta...' he whispered back mentally, supporting himself on his arm as he moved closer to lick along the length of Theta's pulsing member.

Focusing on the taste of his lover, the Doctor gently sucked the head of Theta's arousal, and then ran his tongue over the length of it. His hand glided in sync with his mouth, trying to bring pleasure to the other Time Lord. He cherished these moments with him, while not wanting it to end. However, he knew they needed some relief before their hearts exploded from the sheer intense desire.

Theta shivered from the Doctor's teasing suckle on his nipple, his fingers tightening slightly in those soft wisps of hair. He felt the wet heat of the Doctor's mouth envelop his shaft, sending shivers throughout his body.

A strangled whimper escaped him when the Doctor's tongue swirled around the crown. He clutched at the sheets, desperate for more as his hips arched involuntarily. The sensations coursing through his entire being made him feel weak. The fact that this intimacy was with someone he loved intensified it even more.

'Deeper, harder…' he pleaded through their connection, his control slipping ever so slightly as the Doctor's lips and hands worked in tandem. His need for this man bordered on desperation, it had been far too long since he'd allowed any sort of intimacy into his hearts.

Understanding his desire, he wrapped his lips around Theta's member, taking him deeper into his mouth. The Doctor could feel the energy pulse, urging him on.

His free hand gripped Theta's leg, pulling it up and opening him further. He continued to suck and stroke him eagerly, feeling the other Time Lord's control slipping. 'You're getting there, my love...' he thought, feeling Theta's pleasure increase with each motion.

The Doctor increased the pace, taking him even deeper and moving faster. Gazing into Theta's eyes, he could feel the love and passion burning within them, which fueled his own determination to satisfy him.

His other hand wandered, gently caressing Theta's balls, feeling them tighten with each thrust of his mouth and hand. The Doctor wanted this to be perfect, as if they were setting the course for their future together.

'Please, Theta... let go,' he whispered telepathically, his eyes locking onto the other Time Lord's, urging him to reach his climax. He refused to stop until Theta found relief.

Theta felt his body begin to tremble, the energy coursing through him threatening to consume him whole. He panted heavily, his head thrown back in pleasure as the Doctor all but worshipped him. The control he had tried to maintain crumbled beneath the Doctor's insistent mouth.

"Fuuuck!" he cried out, his entire body arching as bliss washed over him. He felt a sense of euphoria unlike anything else, knowing this bond stretched beyond physical pleasure. He came hard into the Doctor's mouth, his cock pulsing with each spurt of cum, which he felt the Doctor swallow every drop of.

As he slowly came down from his high, Theta could sense the Doctor waiting for his permission, and he rewarded him with a brief mental nudge towards the solution to their next predicament. He smirked and rolled over the half-empty bottle of lube that had lay almost forgotten beside them.

"Take me…" he suggested breathily, eager for the other Time Lord to find his comfort as well. He needed to feel that connection again, the mutual embrace of their bodies and souls.

"Use me, Doctor…" Urging him on, he breathed heavily, even as aftershocks still rocked him from the release that had only just happened. He wasn't sure if he could cum again so soon, but he knew the Doctor needed to, and that's all that mattered to him now. The aphrodisiac wouldn’t allow him relief if Theta didn’t let him.

The Doctor quickly swallowed the last of Theta's release, pulling his lips away from him with a soft kiss to his tip. Nodding at the request, he wasted no time in reaching for the lube. He knew Theta was once again offering him release, and he was beyond grateful for it.

Slicking up his own cock and fingers, the Doctor teased the entrance to his lover, gauging his readiness. 'Are you ready?' He questioned silently, his eyes searching for any sign of discomfort.

Once assured, the Doctor pushed into Theta slowly, letting out a relieved breath as he entered his love. He paused to allow Theta to adjust, feeling the other Time Lord tense around his length.

With a tender smile, the Doctor began to thrust gently but firmly, finding a rhythm that brought them both pleasure. He leaned in, kissing Theta softly between each movement, wanting to assure him of their connection.

The Doctor was determined not to rush this; it was important for them to share this moment in its entirety. He gave into the sensations, feeling the heat of Theta's core clutching at him with each thrust.

'Do you want me to be rough?' he asked silently, knowing Theta enjoyed dominance during their encounters.

Theta relaxed into the Doctor's embrace, feeling the connection between them grow stronger with every thrust. He let out small sounds of pleasure, enjoying the slow and gentle pace before the intensity built.

When the Doctor asked if he wanted to be rough, Theta allowed a small smile to pull at his lips. "Yes, please..." he replied softly, craving that edge of dominance from the Doctor. He could sense the other Time Lord's battle with his own restraint, but he needed more.

As the Doctor started to pick up the pace, thrusting harder, Theta let out a soft groan. The sensation of being taken by someone he cared for deeply intensified everything. He gripped the sheets tightly, his skin prickling with anticipation.

Theta couldn't help but whimper when the Doctor hit just the right spot within him, making his eyes flutter shut. He was beginning to feel the familiar tension building once more.

Even if his cock was still sensitive from his recent climax, it was still hard and throbbing against his belly. It was too sensitive to be touched, but he knew that if the Doctor continued with his rough pace, he could come again without even needing to be.

The Doctor grinned, reacting to Theta's request. He pulled back and slammed into him, loving the sound of pleasure that left the other Time Lord's lips.

He continued to thrust forcefully, feeling Theta tighten around him with each deep stroke. Their energies mingling and amplifying the sensations for both of them. The Doctor knew Theta's limits, respecting them yet pushing the boundaries just enough to grant him release.

The intimacy they shared reached another level, each thrust echoing the depths of their love. The Doctor could feel himself nearing his own orgasm, unable to hold back any longer.

As he thrust into Theta one last time, he felt the energy surge through them both; it was as if their souls were melding together with each movement.

The Doctor reached down and grasped Theta's sensitive member, stroking it gently as the other Time Lord came again. Feeling Theta's release and pleasure was the perfect culmination for him, driving him over the edge.

"Oh, Theta..." he moaned, pulling Theta close as they both came together, their climaxes intertwining perfectly.

Once they'd both caught their breath, the Doctor held onto his love tightly, whispering soft words of reassurance and affection in his ear.

Theta gasped at the Doctor's touch, feeling the final push send him over the edge once more. He let out a long, drawn-out moan, arching into the other Time Lord's touch. Theta loved how the Doctor knew exactly what he desired, and he revelled in their shared climax.

When they finally slowed down, Theta breathed heavily against the Doctor's shoulder, feeling the comforting embrace that surrounded him.

"I never realised how much I needed you..." he confessed softly, his cheeks reddening slightly. Part of him wondered if admitting this vulnerability would change something between them.

He could feel the energy finally receding - the aphrodisiac spent. Yet despite the relief, he didn't move from the Doctor's warm grasp.

The Doctor smiled, holding onto Theta as they both caught their breath. It was a rare moment of vulnerability that he cherished.

"And I've always needed you," he replied, leaning in to kiss Theta softly. There was a tenderness in the action, a promise hanging in the air that they would always find comfort in each other's arms.

He felt Theta stiffen slightly at his confession but remained silent, keeping an eye on him. The Doctor respected his partner's hesitancy; he knew their relationship had its complexities.

As the aphrodisiac's effects wore off, he felt a twinge of disappointment but focused on the comforting embrace between them. He didn't want to break this moment, not now.

The Doctor kissed Theta again, whispering to him, "You'll always find solace here... whenever you need it."

His words were backed by a silent vow - a promise of unwavering support and love. He hoped their bond would stand strong, no matter what other challenges they faced.

Theta took a moment to gather his thoughts, looking up at the Doctor with a mix of relief and gratitude in his eyes. Their shared experience truly brought them closer than ever before.

He nodded slowly, accepting the comforting words that resonated within his hearts. He knew their bond was unique and strong; their connection transcended anything he'd ever felt before.

"Thank you... I don't think I've ever felt so needed, or wanted." he whispered, feeling an unexpected weight lift off his shoulders.

He leaned into the Doctor's touch, wrapping an arm around him in return as they lay there together. In that moment, all that mattered was their love for each other and the safety it provided.

Theta closed his eyes, feeling content despite the challenges ahead. For now, they would rejoice in their newfound closeness; knowing they were there for one another was enough to face whatever came their way.

#tencest #doctor who fanfiction #tenth doctor x tenth doctor #the doctor x the doctor #the doctor x theta sigma

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bugbyte · 7 months

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Today was good! I’m a little overwhelmed!

3:30 am posting because I’m feeling slightly wound thanks to today being a whole day, but it wasn’t a bad day?

Short version: bunch of appointments, thankfully all online, but after last week being stress central this was tolerable. I got my MMJ eval and it was quick and easy and if anything I over prepared because I’m so used to not being believed and having to back myself up with data. (Which I have to gather and keep for myself because medicine is apparently just a free for all where no one communicates with each other through the online app they have specifically so they can all access data about me from each other! Neat!)

Anyway that was a major relief and I was ready to cry because they said that this should work really well with the conditions and symptoms I have. I’ll probably write something up on the process later (because I would’ve liked a plain English walkthrough of what to expect but that’s ok) but I got my card from the state, which is all digital now, so welcome to the future, I guess.

We headed out to a pretty well reviewed and priced medical dispensary in the area and had a long info session on what would work best for me and landed on some low dose (for now) capsules and gummies. Then we got fried chicken because I’d had enough for one day and went home to see if it would work.

I took a capsule, ate my chicken, and waited. They did advise taking it with a fatty food (could’ve been peanut butter or avocado or anything really; we just got chicken for its uh, health…improving….properties….yeah that sounds right) It took like a solid hour and change to notice anything, and the effects were pretty minor.

I kept trying to explain what was happening to Delade but it was a very subtle thing and hard to get across. Basically the calmest I’ve felt in ages (bonus) and like a slight tiredness, like when you’re tired at the end of the day but not exhausted or like drugged tired if you take something to get to sleep and it hits hard. Just a nice soft calm feeling.

I got brave and tried adding in an extra half a gummy (watermelon flavor!) and that hit much more quickly and mostly just added to the soft feeling. Trying to put it in better words, it was like the different between laying directly on the hard floor, or laying on a puffy blanket on the floor. You can still feel the floor, but it’s much more comfortable than otherwise. I didn’t really feel particularly loopy other than finding a few things funnier than they probably actually were. I think I would compare it in drowsiness more to like…if you’ve been given an opioid after surgery or dental work or something, it’s kind of more like that than feeling just knocked right out. I always felt like these kinds of things gave me a sort of “cozy,” safe feeling while still being conscious enough to do some light things, and this was similar. Everybody’s different though so I might be a weirdo.

So yeah, it does work! I wasn’t expecting like a 100% change in pain levels, and this will definitely take some fine tuning to get right, but there was a difference for sure. I had the makings of a nasty headache after being stressed out all afternoon, which didn’t seem affected much by anything I took so that’s interesting. If I hadn’t had the headache I probably would have attempted some comic work but staring directly into a screen felt like a bad idea. In any case the sharp edges of the pain in the rest of my body got filed way down and I’m pretty amazed overall.

I know this can work now! So I can try again tomorrow! Hopefully with less stress headache so I can get a better gauge on how it actually feels! And hopefully try to draw.

So now I just have to figure out how not to feel weird about this talking to various doctors. Some recommended it, some I can imagine being less positive, but I think the anxiety about being judged is mostly in my head.

Anyway! It was a good experience overall, both the process for getting the card and actually trying the drug itself. If it’s something you’ve been looking into and have questions I can try and answer based on my (admittedly brief) experience so far. I only know how things work in NY, but being pretty anxious I get how it can feel more enormous to figure out when you don’t know the whole scope of a thing or what it’s like to actually do.

This entire thing makes me cackle btw because in fifth grade I won some DARE essay contest in school and I think got some kind of gift card I spent on art supplies, and a hat with the DARE lion mascot thing on it, which I think I still have and should probably start wearing for maximum dumbassery.

#blog #healthposting #chronic pain #medical marijuana #mmj #pain management #pain relief

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megamanrecut · 2 years

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Become the Night part 9: The New Enemy

Elec Man stared at the scrapper incredulously. Next to him, Proto had shifted into a fighting stance, his fists raised, his head bowed, his face serious but not scared. Meanwhile, nine more scrappers emerged from the stairwell.

Elec Man attempted to shock them all again with Thunder Beam, the flashes of light blindly white in the dark basement, yet the scrappers were completely unaffected, the merciless glow from their mechanical eyes drawing steadily closer. A couple let out raspy snickers—clearly relishing the idea of tearing apart the Robot Master who for so long had been impossible for any scrapper to so much as scratch.

"Time for plan B, boss," Proto whispered.

"…There is no plan B," Elec Man admitted flatly.

Proto smirked. "Then we'll improvise…" He cocked a head back at the computer, where the message 'You will be terminated. Goodbye.' was still visible in glowing green letters. "What is that thing?"

"I don't know, some sort of outdated A.I.—it's controlling the scrappers."

Apparently, CRORQ had a microphone installed, for it seemed to have overheard them as a new message scrawled across its screen.

Outdated, am I? You are more intelligent than the human criminals, but not as intelligent as I, spanner. You made mistakes.

I analyzed the scrappers you destroyed and deduced you were an electrical-based Robot Master who could disguise as a human. Then I reinforced my scrappers to be resistant to your weapon. I calculate you will not last long.

The scrappers now had them surrounded. Their weapons ranged from blasters, to rotating saws, to clamps, to other weapons that would be crudely effective against two androids dressed in worsted wool suits.

"Maybe the Syndicate and the Collective can work out a deal," Elec Man called to CRORQ. It was a lie, of course—he needed to buy time to think up a strategy.

Unnecessary. I am installed in many mobs. The Syndicate is the only mob I could not infiltrate. But that is inconsequential now. The Syndicate is unaware of my true scope.

There is good news for you, spanner. Your body shall be recycled. Reused in scrappers or a new Robot Master. But the other android is useless. No weapon. No armor. No salvageable parts.

Elec Man tensed. "Proto, run and get help," he ordered.

Proto looked toward the stairwell, but stayed put. "Uh…hate to break it to you, boss, but neither of us are getting out of here alive unless we work together."

Elec Man scanned the scrappers again, then gritted his teeth. "Fine."

As the scrappers lunged at them, Proto charged fearlessly into their midst, taking the scrappers (and Elec Man) off guard. He dodged a sweep from a microwave-sized mallet, a chainsaw narrowly passing over his bare neck, then leaped onto the back of scrapper with two cannon-like blasters—all without his aviators slipping from his face. There, he pried the rusty chestplate off the struggling scrapper, exposing its inner circuitry.

"Try shocking it now, boss," he called over as sprang away again, attracting the attention of two other scrappers.

Elec Man gaped for a moment, then quickly raised his hands. The vulnerable scrapper fell to the ground in a familiar smoldering heap.

It was a dirty fight—Proto darted from scrapper to scrapper, tricking them into striking each other as he tore off their insulated armor so that Thunder Beam could do its work, until finally only one remained, its eyes blazing furiously and it dragged itself toward using it's one remaining limb like a rusting zombie. Behind it, CRORQ had been reduced to a smashed pile of circuit boards.

"Alright, that's enough, let's get out of here," hissed Elec Man, tugging at Proto's sleeve.

They dashed up the stairs, back through the rows of cubicles (despite the commotion, the human workers were still at their stations and hadn't stirred). then out into the sunlight. They did not stop running until they reached an alley several streets away, where Elec Man slumped against the wall behind a dumpster, not caring that the concrete ground was filthy.

"That was stupid," Elec Man admitted to himself.

Proto was hovering in the alley entrance, his fingers twitching, clearly hoping they would be pursued and the fight would continue. He looked over at Elec Man with a small smirk. "But fun?"

A small smile tugged at Elec Man's lips. He quickly stifled it.

Proto took one last glance down the street—but as no scrapper seemed intent on battling them any time soon, he gave a small shrug and then strolled over to join Elec Man. "Didn't think a Syndicate Robot Master could be so easily rattled."

"I wasn't scared."

"Maybe not for yourself."

"You shouldn't be here. This was my fault."

"Don't be so hard on yourself, I…kinda egged you on."

Elec Man shook his head. "Impossible. You're reprogrammed, you could never manipulate me."

Proto gave him an infuriatingly amused smirk. "Have it your way. Either way, we destroyed that A.I."

Elec Man shook his head dismally. "No, just a computer it was installed in. It's networking, probably through the phone lines…" Elec Man trailed off, banging his head back against the graffitied bricks. "I've been compromised. That A.I. knew what I was—built a trap for me. And it would have worked if you hadn't—" Elec Man cut himself off hastily with a swallow. "The Syndicate is in danger. If it really has infiltrated multiple mobs—"

"Lighten up, boss—you had the right idea to investigate, right? That puts the Syndicate a step ahead of where you would have been if you had ignored all this. In reality, you did the Syndicate a favor."

Elec Man sighed. He looked away, but couldn't help but smile. "…Like you care about the Syndicate."

"Eh, so what? I'd like to help you dig yourself out of this hole—on one condition." Proto crouched next to Elec Man, lowering his voice. "..I don't want to be a pencil pusher for Fulmen Financial anymore—I don't want to be 'Smith's' lookout either—I want to be your partner."

...The idea did not seem as ridiculous as it did earlier that day, still, Elec Man responded automatically,"You're not Syndicate, nor a Robot Master."

"Yet I saved our silicon skins back there," Proto countered. "You almost admitted it yourself." He gave a wistful sigh. "Just imagine if I were a Robot Master…"

Elec Man said nothing. No matter how he looked at the situation, he was in deep, deep trouble. Once again, he felt extremely conflicted.

Meanwhile, Proto was in a perfectly cheerful mood, as though the afternoon could not have gone better. He took a seat on the dirty alleyway next to Elec Man "So…what's next, boss?"

"C.R.O.R.Q…" Elec Man murmured, thinking aloud. "That's what the A.I. called itself. But where did it come from? An A.I. must have had a programmer, and it was more advanced than what any mob could have created…"

"Beats me. Certainly wasn't Light or the-human-I'm-not-allowed-to-speak-of."

"I can't think of anyone either…unless…" Elec Man narrowed his eyes. "Its creation was classified…"

To be continued…

#fic updates #become the night #recut au #Syndicate!Proto Au #proto man #Elec Man #CRORQ #robot masters #syndicate #megaman #ruby spears mega man #rockman #Mega Man (DOS)#Mega Man PC games #obscure video games

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daenqyu · 3 years

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— doing their eyeliner at 12AM

includes: bakugou, kaminari, kirishima, and hawks

warnings: suggestive (LOTS of making out)

a/n: did i write this just because i love doing my eyeliner and i really want to sit on a guy’s lap while i do his???? maybe. but that’s none of your business 🙄☝️

bakugou katsuki

it’s canon that he wears eyeliner and even if it wasn’t,,, he’d still try it at least ONCE

in this case you had to ask him

well more like beg him

“babe please, i promise i’ll make a good work!”

“how? you suck at doing yours”

you scoff before punching his arm, making him let out a hiss as he glares at you

“i don’t you idiot, now can you shut up and stay still for a second?”

of course he ends up giving in bc come on, he’d do anything just to make you happy and if that meant letting you put makeup on him at 12AM because you thought he’d look ‘pretty’ then so be it

bakugou doesn’t voice out any of this though

instead, he keeps complaining and even tickles your sides from time to time just to get on your nerves

“bakugou,” he frowns when his last name falls from your lips, not liking how it sounded at all. “stop fucking moving or i’ll stap your eye.”

“tch, stop telling me what to do, dumbass.”

but he does stop

after all, he didn’t really want you to get mad at him

he entertains himself by tapping his fingers against your thighs to the beat of the music playing from your speaker

his touch makes butterflies flutter in your stomach, but you ignore them and continue to draw on his eyelids

you decide to keep it simple; just a very defined line that’s not too thick, but enough so that it’s visible

“okay, i’m done”

after you put the eyeliner down and notice bakugou’s eyes were focused on you, you completely forget how to breathe

the black makes his vermilion eyes look even brighter and in contrast with his blonde hair...he simply looks beautiful

he takes your silence as a bad sign and thinks you probably did fuck up, but when he looks at himself in his phone camera, the makeup looks fine to him so,

why the heck weren’t you saying anything?

“what is it? do you not like it?”

didn’t like it? couldn’t he see you were practically salivating bc of him?

“uh no, you look really good actually,” you look away before continuing, not trusting yourself to look at him while you said the next words. “you look pretty”

bakugou is a little surprised by the compliment, but he wastes no time before teasing you

he leans in, and once he’s close enough, he takes your chin so you’re looking directly at him

a smirk takes over his lips when your eyes avoid his

“what’s got you so shy?” he teases

“i’m not”

“then look at me”

you didn’t want him to know how big of an effect he had on you, so you turn your head around and face him, even tho you’re flustered beyond belief

his eyes slowly look down at your lips and then back to your eyes, making you a little anxious as to what could happen, but bakugou decides to drags it out

just to have some fun of his own

he places one of his hands on the back of your neck, gently pulling you forward until your noses are almost touching

the other one caresses your cheek softly, then his fingers slowly trace out your jaw, eyes still stuck on your own

it’s infuriating really

the way his fingers carefully touch your lips, applying a bit more pressure on his thumb that’s touching your lower lip so he can open your mouth ever so slightly

the way he acts as if he has all the time in the world, as if he could do this all day

and you know he can

but you don’t

so you lean in to close the distance with a deep kiss

it’s messy and sloppy; his tongue clashing with your own as his hands roam all over your body to feel you

you end up sitting on his lap, lips still connected and hands all over each other

you pull away, chest heaving as rough breaths leave your mouth and smirk when you notice bakugou is looking at you

his hair is messy thanks to your gripping and the eyeliner fits him so nicely

for a moment you almost can’t believe he’s your boyfriend

“have i ever told you how handsome i think you are?” you ask him with a goofy smile on your face, fingers playing with the ends of his hair

“hm, once or twice but you can always remind me again”

“let me just show you”

he quirks an eyebrow at your implication, licking his lips as his eyes darken

“oh? bold, aren’t we now?”

“learned from the best”

“fuck yeah you did”

to keep it short, you guys didn’t sleep a lot that night 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

kaminari denki

he was DEFINITELY the one that came up with the idea

something just tells me he probably spends 90% of his time scrolling through tiktok

and if he feels like it, maybe he’ll even posts some of his own

so it’s no surprise that he’s caught up with all the trends and challenges

and even dances (which surprisingly, he’s damn good at)

i’m guessing you guys already know what i’m trying to get at

he had seen way too many tiktoks of couples doing their partner’s eyeliner and he thought it was the coolest thing ever

not only was he curious to see how the makeup would look on him, but he also just wanted an excuse to spend more time with you

he had been thinking about it for a few weeks now, but couldn’t seem to find the perfect moment to ask you

until one night you guys were having a sleepover on your dorm and a video of said trend pops up on his ‘fyp’

you’re cuddling, your head against his chest as his fingers trace random pattern on your back, when he brings it up

“hey babe?”

you hum in response, eyes fluttering open to look up at kaminari

he smiles before pecking your lips, thinking about how beautiful you look all cuddled up next to him

“do you think you could do my eyeliner real quick?”

the question takes you by surprise,

tho you’re used to yout boyfriend being quite spontaneous and random at times, so you don’t really question it

instead, you nod and move out of the bed to get the makeup product, which sits on your vanity

“where should i sit?”

he asks you once you walk over to him, but you simply smile before taking a seat on his lap

you position your legs on either side of his hips so you’re in a straddling position and kaminari almost forgets all about the makeup because of this

but can you really blame him?

you just look so perfect like this

he has to physically stop himself from flipping you over and kissing you all he wants

and you giggle when you notice a pout forming on his face

“what’s wrong?”

“nothing”

“you sure?”

“yeah, just hurry up and do it so i can kiss you”

you laugh, “yes sir”

when you start, he can’t help but giggle at the feeling and you have to hold his face in place so he would stop moving

he gets used to it after a while

almost even falls asleep from how soft your other hand felt on his cheek

since you know kaminari likes to be a little extra, you attempt to draw a lighting bolt right below one of the lines

it’s not the best, but it looks decent enough so you decide to leave it there

but when you finish, you feel like something is missing; like it could be better

then you have the fantastic idea to use eyeshadow

kaminari feels you getting up from his lap and he whines

“where are you going?”

“hold on, i’m feeling inspired right now”

“okay?”

he doesn’t understand what you mean at all, but he lets you be

you take a random eyeshadow palette and make sure it has a nice black color on it

then you reposition yourself on his lap

“open your eyes and look up”

he does as he’s told and you proceed to put some more black on his lower lash line and waterline (not too much)

when kaminari doesn’t feel your touch on his face anymore, he looks down at you with a smile, which inevitably makes you smile too

“how do i look?”

you chuckle lowly, examining his eyes once more

he always looks gorgeous, but the eyeliner just...makes him hit different

and the fact he’s wearing one of his chokers doesn’t make it any better

he looks straight out of alt tiktok

“you, my beautiful boyfriend, look very attractive”

he smirks at your teasing tone, “oh? is that so?”

“i’m afraid it is”

he doesn’t even bother looking in the mirror because all he could think about was kissing you

and that’s what he does

he holds your face with both of his hands before pulling you in to kiss you

his lips feel hot and so does your whole body when he grips your hips

after a few more kisses, he pulls away and looks at you with excited eyes

“can i do yours now?”

you chuckle at his cuteness before nodding and letting him draw on your face

it’s not perfect, but hey! baby tried his best and that’s all that matters

besides he looks so proud of himself, telling you how cute you look and how lucky he is to call you his

“you look soooo pretty! i mean you always do, of course, but you look even prettier which i didn’t know was humanly possible yet here you are”

he ends up going on a rant about all the things he loves about you and you’re pretty sure you have hearts in your eyes by the time he ends

“i love you”

“i love you too, my pretty girl”

kirishima eijirou:

this man has absolutely tried on eyeliner at least once in his life

has it been good? probably not

but he likes it and thinks it looks very cool

sometimes you do yours and kirishima lives for it

he likes the way it compliments the shape of your eyes and how happy you get when you get the line right from the first try

whenever you’re getting ready and he’s with you, he doesn’t take his eyes off you

a smile spreading across his lips when he sees you bite down on your lower lip in concentration, your fingers skillfully tracing the marker on your eyelids

and that’s when the idea pops in his head

he ponders on it for a while tho, not sure how to bring it up or if you’d be up to do it

it takes him a few days before he asks you and when he does, he looks all nervous

you’re both hanging out in his dorm cuddling as you just finished watching a movie

a yawn leaves your lips and you stretch your arms, looking at the time on your phone screen

it reads 12:33 AM

you hum, moving your head up to look at kirishima from your place on his lap

he looks down at you and offers you a sweet smile before placing a quick kiss on your lips

“i should get going,” he pouts at your words, his hold on your waist tightening so you couldn’t stand up and you giggle, turning around completely so you’re facing him

you wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, just until your lips touch

you teasingly smirk at him before kissing his cheek and he frowns

“what? don’t you like my kisses?” you pout at him

kirishima scoffs at your stupid question and grabs your jaw gently, looking you in the eyes

“stop being a tease”

you roll your eyes, “you’re so impatient”

nevertheless you comply and connect your lips with his, your hands now slightly massaging his nape

he hums against your mouth, prompting you to keep going

before things can go any further tho, you pull away

he huffs childishly, not liking the way you kept leaving him hanging

“i seriously should get going,” you press one last peck on his lips. “don’t wanna risk getting caught here”

“then just stay the night”

“baby i already did yesterday”

“uhh your point?”

you chuckle, “good try babe”

you attempt to stand up but once again your boyfriend stops you from doing so

you open your mouth to ask him what’s up

but he beats you to it

“actually, i wanted to ask you something” he’s looking away from you and that makes you a little nervous, not having a clue about what he wanted to talk about

you nod, silently telling him to keep going

“could you...do my eyeliner?” a blush creeps onto his neck, his eyes still not meeting yours and you think he looks adorable. before you can answer him, he talks again. “but i mean only if you want to cause’ i know it’s kinda hard so it’s okay if you don’t but i think i’d be really cool and-”

“oh my god eijirou it’s okay!” he finally shuts up and looks at you with big eyes

“it is?”

“hm, i’m more than happy to do it,” he lets out a sigh after hearing your comforting words and you kiss his nose. “besides you’ll look super manly”

if kirishima was already head over heels for you, then now he just wanted to straight up marry you

you got up and started to look around in kirishima’s bathroom drawer since sometimes you left some of your stuff behind just in case

luckily, the eyeliner was there

after you took it, you sat in front of kirishima once again, your legs crossed and you moved closer to him

he kept still and let you get comfortable, looking down at your lips briefly when you got a bit too close

“close your eyes”

and so he did

like i mentioned before, you’re a bit experienced with this since you practice on yourself quite a lot

so it doesn’t take you too much time

the line you drew was a bit thicker than normal but not too much

and instead of doing a straight line, you did it a bit more upwards

“and done!” you say happily while retracting your hand from kirishima’s face

he opens his eyes and offers you a grin

the action is small and meaningless, but it somehow makes you nervous

the makeup really suits him and you can’t help but admire him for a while

by admiring i mean shamelessly checking him out

of course he notices it

and he teases you about it

“does it look good?”

“yeah,” you answer while looking away, trying to hide how flustered you are. “really good”

he hums before placing his hands on your waist and sitting you down on his lap, making you look at him with a surprised expression on your face

one of his hands stays on your waist while the other travels up to hold your face

you let out a heavy breath at his actions, feeling your heart thumping against your chest

his fingers caress your cheek softly and you lean in to his touch, loving the way he was always so gentle with you

without any warning, kirishima smashes his lips against your own

your eyes widen for a moment, not expecting this at all, but you close them when you feel his tongue touching your lower lip

you open your mouth and let him take the lead, a whimper coming out of you when you feel his hand wrap around your neck, pressing slightly

he pulls away with a smirk, both of your chests heaving from the lack of air

“still wanna leave?”

you sigh while moving your head, yet a smile was evident on your face, “i guess i can stay”

“atta girl”

takami keigo (hawks):

another one who canonically wears eyeliner !!

unlike bakugou (who does his eyeliner to cover up the gap between his mask and eyes), keigo does his solemnly because he thinks it looks good on him

wait, let me rephrase that

he knows it looks good on him

it’s part of his morning routine, he does it every time before going to work

so sometimes while you’re both getting ready for the day, you see him doing it

you open the bathroom door sleepily, barely managing to keep your eyes open

you walk over to the sink next to keigo’s and splash water on your face to wake yourself up

beside you, keigo smiles at your antics

he thinks you look the cutest in the mornings, especially when you’re grumpy

feeling his eyes on your figure, you turn around to face him with a raised brow

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“like what?”

“like i have something on my face”

he laughs at your attitude and walks over to place a kiss on your cheek

his lips feel warm against your cheek and it makes you smile

“good morning to you too” his says teasingly

“morning birdy” your tone matches his and he rolls his eyes playfully before pulling away from you to finish doing his eye makeup

you brush your teeth quickly while thinking about what you were gonna have for breakfast, and whether keigo had time to eat with you or not

once you finish, you place your toothbrush on its place and look over to your right

only to be met with the number two hero doing his eyeliner

in one hand he holds a feather of his against his eyelid, as if to help him do a straight line, and with the other he holds the actual makeup product

he has a concentrated look on his face, his brows slightly furrowed

and you look at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes

he looks so effortlessly beautiful

his golden locks are messy, yet perfectly in place and his wings rest by his side

he has his hero costume on, except for his coat

meaning his muscular arms are in full display for you to see

you don’t realize you’re staring until keigo finally finishes the second eye, and puts down the eyeliner

he smirks at you through the mirror and you look away, embarrassment clear on your face

“come on, i made us breakfast”

instead of teasing you, like you thought he would, he simply grabs your hand and leads you to the dining table

your heart swells for the man and you look at the two plates in awe, “you did this?”

“is it so hard to believe?”

you roll your eyes before turning around and kissing him, a soft “thank you” leaving your lips as you pull away

that morning you can’t help but keep stealing glances at your boyfriend’s flawless eyeliner

and later that night, when you’re both cuddled up in each other’s arms watching a movie, you get the sudden brilliant idea

“hey babe, can i do your eyeliner?”

keigo doesn’t even question you, he just nods before pressing a kiss to your neck and you giggle happily

you stand up to get the eyeliner from your shared bathroom and once you return, you take a seat right in front of him

“do you even know what you’re doing?”

“shut up, i do my makeup too, you know?”

keigo laughs, “i’m just teasing baby”

“you’re mean”

he leans in towards you, pulling you closer by your hips until his lips hover over yours

unconsciously, your eyes look down at his lips, wondering whether he was gonna kiss you or not

but being the little shit he is, keigo doesn’t

“you should hurry up,” his lips are still inches away from yours, but he doesn’t plan on closing the gap any time soon. “i wanna finish the movie”

this fucker

you clear your throat and move away from him, enough so that you can actually do the makeup, but his hands stay on your hips

you try your best to do it the exact same way he does it

a sharp, straight line that covers part of his outer v and also a small portion of his inner corner

giving his eyes a cat like shaped form

to add your own touch, you draw two small hearts on both sides of his cheekbones

“m’kay, you can open your eyes now”

and when he does, your breath literally hitches in your throat

of course it’s not the first time you’ve seen him wearing eyeliner

but your faces are still close and his amber eyes are stuck on yours and you just feel like you’re about to explode

your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by keigo and he smirks

“i take it you like how it looks?” his tone is flirty and it makes you snap from your trance

you smile at him, softly tracing the two hearts with your fingers, “hm, you look lovely”

“oh really?”

“yeah”

“not as lovely as you, i bet”

and before you can even disagree with him, he presses his lips against yours

you let out a soft moan when he moves you so you’re sitting on his lap and his tongue explores your mouth ever so passionately

keigo takes his sweet time kissing you, taking in every little sound you make and the way your hips slowly move against his thigh

when you pull away, your lips are swollen and you have some spit coating them

which is enough to make keigo go crazy, but before actually doing something, he takes the eyeliner on his hand

you furrow your eyebrows at his action

“what are you doing?”

“well it’s my turn now”

“why do you oh so suddenly want to do my eyeliner?”

he smiles, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “because i wanna see how it’ll look when i make you cry it off”

your eyes widen at his words, but you make no attempt to stop him

keigo kept his promise and he indeed made you cry all of your eyeliner off 😁👍🏼

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notanotherreidgirl · 3 years

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K-I-S-S-I-N-G

Summary: Spencer doesn't recognize a song JJ was singing and Reader helps him out

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: 18+, blowjob, public sex, cumplay, implied sex, language

Word Count: 1250

A/N: This was inspired by this ask - thank you anon!

“Psst!” you jolted when you felt a crumpled post-it hit the back of your head. You swiveled around in your chair to see a little pile of colorful paper at your feet and Spencer waving at you with one hand. “How many of these did you have to throw before you hit me?”

“Do I have to answer that?” You quirked an eyebrow and nudged a fluorescent pink post-it with your shoe. He groaned. “Fine, 31”

“31! Jesus Christ, Reid. I’m like three feet away from you!”

“You’re actually 4 feet, 7 and a half inches away.” Shit. He could feel panic bloom in his chest and he sent out a silent prayer that you wouldn’t ask why he knew the exact distance from your desk to his. He tried to be quick with his recovery. “Uh - anyway, I wanted to ask you a question? About that song? The one JJ was singing earlier?"

You looked around the bullpen for the first time in hours, realizing that it was just you and Spencer. You inclined your head slightly, taking a moment to survey him. “You’re telling me that you stayed 4 hours late to ask me about a song?”

“Well um - no! I - uh - I did have work to finish.” He flushed, snapping his mouth shut before he made an even bigger fool of himself. What he didn’t say was that he stayed to watch how your face scrunched in concentration, how you narrowed your eyes slightly when confused, how you drummed your fingers against your stack of files when the internet was being slow. You raised a skeptical eyebrow at the untouched pile of files on his desk, all set to be delivered to Hotch first thing in the morning.

“Oh, really?” you scooted your chair a little closer. 4 feet, 2 inches. “Well then, what are you waiting for? Ask away, Dr. Reid.”

“Um - I - well, I didn’t have much to go off of. I think JJ only sang the first verse but I think it was something about being in a tree. You know, tree climbing was first practiced as a sport during the 70s in California and it was internationally recognized in 1994. The International Society of Arborists continues to host International Tree Climbing Championships every year. However, given the high unlikelihood of Penelope being a competitive tree climber, I am inclined to believe that there is a less literal meaning. Perhaps it -”

You stood up and the rest of his words withered in his throat. He wasn’t used to being the one looking up at you and there was something exhilarating about having you tower over him. He shifted in his seat slightly, trying to recall more facts about the lucrative world of competitive tree climbing in a poor attempt to dampen the growing tightness in his pants. “Would it help for you to hear the whole song?”

“Y-yeah” he managed to squeak out, far too flustered by you already and now you were offering to sing to him. You smiled, all too aware of your effect on him.

“Kevin and Penelope sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes babies in a baby carriage.” As you sang you approached him, punctuating each word with a step towards him - 4 feet, 3 feet, 2 feet - until you were standing right between his parted legs.

“O-oh” he cleared his throat and tightened his grip on the armrests of his chair. In any other situation, he might be more interested in Penelope’s new relationship but Kevin was the farthest thing from his mind right now. He couldn’t decide where to look. Certainly not straight ahead with you so close and up towards your chest was definitely a no-go. Luckily, you made the decision for him by dropping down to your knees, capturing his gaze with your own. That look in your eyes sent a thrill down his spine and if he didn’t know better he would say it was the feeling of all his blood rushing between his legs.

You toyed with his tie before giving it a tug and drawing his lips against yours. He was a good kisser for someone who couldn’t recognize a simple schoolyard song about it, threading one hand through your hair to bring you in closer and slipping his tongue into your mouth. But you pulled back before you could get swept away, moving down his jawline with soft kisses spaced between each letter murmured against his neck. K-I-S-S-I-N-G

He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft lips trailing down the column of his throat that he almost missed you unfastening his belt. “What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly.

“What do you think, Dr. Reid? You know, for someone so smart you can be pretty dumb” you grinned when you finally got the zipper open. “I’m gonna give you a blowjob. You know what that is, right?”

He nodded slowly as you pushed down the waistband of his underwear, blushing an even deeper shade of red when his erection slapped against his stomach upon its release. You bit your lip in anticipation and looked up at him with hungry eyes before going any further. It took him a moment to realize that you wanted his permission and his already frenzied heart started doing flips in his chest. “Please, Y/N. I-I wanna feel you”

You swiped the bead of precum gathered on his tip and spread it up and down his length, squeezing just enough to elicit a deep groan. You took your time, drawing your mouth in close to let your warm breath travel up his length and elicit a sudden twitch. Waiting until he squirmed with impatience and let out soft, pitiful whines before you took his cock into your mouth. He sucked in a sharp breath when he hit the back of your throat having to clench his thighs in an effort to control himself and you hummed with satisfaction, nearly shattering his threadbare self-restraint. “Shit, Y/N. Yes, just like that. Please, you feel so good.”

You bobbed up and down expertly, swallowing around his tip each time you descended. He was visibly trembling, unable to say anything more than your name. At the very last moment you withdrew your mouth, working him through his release with your hand so you could take in how pretty he looked when he came. Except pretty didn’t even begin to describe him. Maybe beautiful or gorgeous or stunning or perfect but you had a sneaking suspicion that there wasn't a single word in any language that could describe how lovely Spencer looked with his head thrown back, hips bucking up from his seat, face contorted in pleasure.

He came down from his high breathlessly, a reddish tinge reappearing on his cheeks when he looked down at his mess.

"What else don't you know, Dr. Reid?" you sat back on your heels, trailing a finger up his spent cock and collecting a drop of cum. "Tell me, do you know how babies are made?"

"O-of course I do" he spluttered, his face turning bright red.

"Hmm, I'm not sure I believe you." You popped your finger in your mouth before reaching up and adjusting his tie, tightening it the slightest bit. "Why don't you prove it?"

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The next morning you heard Spencer softly singing to himself in your shower. Spencer and Y/N sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G

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angelatsumu · 3 years

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hq eyeliner hc's [nsfw]

hey babies! back again with another hc type deal with some of my favorite boys!

boys are: tendou, matsukawa & bokuto <3

basically just brain rot about boys would letting me do their eyeliner <3

warnings: slight dubcon with tendou, puppy!reader, oral (f!receiving), cockwarming, fingering, not proofread

requests are open! please send some requests for anything !!

t.satori

boy definitely loves whenever his good puppy does his eyeliner

let's be honest he does it himself usually

you'd come trotting up with the mischievous look on your face, eyeliner in hand.

he just smiles, sitting on the bed and you stood over him.

a smile grows on his face as he feels you crawling into his lap, straddling his waist.

"puppy's doing so good, hm~" he teases as you wiggle your hips in his lap, trying to get a better look at his eyelids for the eyeliner placement. his hands find your waist, gripping lightly as you wiggle a bit more, earning a low groan from your lover. a blush rose to your cheeks as you felt his growing semi against your backside, hand shakily continuing to apply eyeliner to the right eyelid. a huff leaves your lips when his hands move to smooth over your thighs, spreading instinctively to give him better access to your needy heat. he notices, a slight chuckle leaving his lips. you finally manage to complete the first eye, and just as you were moving toward the second, tendou managed to get his hand between the two of you, cupping your heat. you paused, studying your sly boyfriend's face for faltering. knowing your gaze, his eyes remained closed with a coy smirk on his face as his hand began to slowly rub between your folds, gently grazing your clit with each stroke. "hmph," you whimpered, retreating backward so you sat on the edge of his lap, hands just out of reach from your cunny. Tendou lets out a sigh, hands finding your hips and dragging you back into his lap, hard-on pressing into your heat intentionally. "finish what you started, puppy, or i wont be nice." you blushed at his words, craning your neck to begin work on his second eye. Tendou's fingers skillfully swipe aside your panties to collect your slick, spreading it over your clit with a pleased groan. Your cunny clenched around nothing as you whined, arching your back so your bodies pressed closer together. "puppy~" he scolded teasingly, pressing tight circles into your clit as you began to writhe beneath him. "tori, no fair," you whined softly, trying your hardest to focus on the last swipe of eyeliner. just as the pencil met his eyelid, tendou's two fingers penetrated your tight hole, walls immediately fluttering around him as your climax came closer. you whined once more, pressing your hips further onto his fingers in a wonton attempt to get some release. "i warned you~" tendou scolds, fingers moving at a punishing pace as his freehand circles around to rub tight circles into your swollen clit. "please, i-i'm so close~" he would rolls his eyes if they were open at your whining, and you knew that as your legs began to shake, body growing hot as your boyfriend continued to pleasure you. just as you feel that tight coil about to snap, tendou's ministrations on your needy heat cease, and he peaks an eye open to take in the disappointed look on your face. tears start to form in the corners of your eyes as you needily press your thirsty cunt into his hand, making a sloppy attempt of fucking his fingers. Tendou groans in annoyance, swatting at your clit which sends a jolt through your body. "eyeliner, pup. that's all you asked for." you know he's teasing but you can't help but cry a little at the thought of him doing this to you again. just as you go in for your second attempt, tendou's fingers are working you again. his fingers are crossed this time, giving you an irresistible feeling that with any clit stimulation would send you barreling to the edge. you begin to protest, not wanting to be edged right now—you were so sensitive for him, and this he adored more than anything—but tendou shuts you up. "you don't get to tell me no until you finish the fucking thing you begged me to do," he huffs, smirking at the whimper and feel of your salty tears on his skin. tendou loved you, but he loved being mean, too. finally, you finish the swipe across his eyelid, hoping that tendou's merciless behavior ceases, but he has other plans. his eyes flutter open, immediately pinned on you as his free hand once again finds your clit, rubbing figure-eights that have you seeing stars. the way you're squeezing him is driving him crazy, and all he knows is that he needs you to cream for him. your legs start shaking and you collapse against his chest, crying out his name as your orgasm washes over you in waves. his hands never stop pumping in your addictive cunny, and tendou smiles

down at you as if to say, "we aren't done yet".

m.issei

he let you do it when he saw you watching a tiktok of some dude saying he wanted a girl to sit in his lap and do his eyeliner

the issue wasn't that you were allowed to do it, it was that he knew your plan and he played dumb the entire day about it

i mean mans knows you did his eyeliner so that he would get all horny and fuck your brains out, but mans plays the long game

issei just really wants his puppy to beg to be touched like the touch-starved girl she is

"you've been following me around all day, y/n". his voice almost sounds annoyed, but you know that isn't the case. your boyfriend lived for how needy you were with him, but he enjoyed the occasional front to seem less whipped. "i am your puppy, after-all," you retorted, as slight blush at your own words on your cheeks. issei pauses, turning around to see you standing there with your hands crossed over your chest, pout in full-effect. he grins, eyes raking over your form slowly before he rolls his eyes and turns around once more. "if you're gonna stand there, at least help me put the dishes away," he snarks, and you sigh, being the obedient girl he knew you to be. as you're putting the last few dishes into the dishwasher, you feel issei's palm press into your lower back. a sigh leaves your lips as he takes place behind you, leaning so his lips were against your skin. "how about you get a better look at this eyeliner between your legs, hm?" an audible whimper leaves your lips as your tease of a boyfriend backs away, feigning innocence as he looks for an imaginary beverage in the fridge. "issei~" you whine softly, making your way over to him. he glances at you with a smirk on his face, eyebrows raised in fake surprise. "Hm, so horny puppy forgot her manners~" He's teasing and you know it, but you can't bother with games when he stands before you like this, grey sweats hanging low on his hips and hair disheveled. you try to pry your eyes from the prominent dick print, just enough to not get caught, but matsun's chuckle gives it away. matsun closes the fridge, moving to tower over you before backing you into the counter. "staring is impolite, puppy." his arms take place on either side of the counter, caging you in as you let out a whine. he notices your neediness, especially in the way you move your thighs together to create friction for that desperate clit of yours. your lover smirks down at you, shaking his head as he immediately drops to his knees. "you might wanna hold on, puppy~ " before you can process his words, issei's gotten your panties off, forcing them into your mouth. He raises his shirt you're wearing, eyes marveling at your cunny. he breathes in your scent like it's his last breath, licking his lips hungrily as he does so. issei hoists your right leg over his shoulder, sliding in closer to your needy heat. matsun's tongue licks a fat stripe between your folds, warm muscle sending involuntary chills down your spine. his eyes peer up at you, watching your face contort as he delicately presses his tongue into your clit, slowly drawing circles there. a gutteral groan leaves his lips as he feels your slick covering his mouth and cheeks, moving his tongue to lap up the entirety of your cunny at a faster but precise pace. your hands take purchase in his hair as he circles your clit once more, paying close attention the shuddering of your body with each stroke. his hands have a tight grip on your legs as he uses his left to hoist your left leg over his shoulder, rendering you helpless to his will. he pressed your further into the counter, groaning as you involuntary buck your hips against his tongue, desperate to feel his hot muscle inside your cunt. "behave, puppy," he scolds you, continuing to sloppily lap up your wetness as he feels your body quake beneath him. he needs you to cum, so desperate to satisfy his needy puppy after denying her for so long—for him. issei moves his tongue to your entrance, circling sloppily before pushing the muscle into your pulsing walls, and the pull on his hair tells him all he needs to know. matsun's tongue thrashes within you, moving at just enough speed you're seeing stars and losing your grip on your release. he manages to slide a hand between the two of you, massaging your clit with gentle rigor, and moaning into your heat, using the entirety of his tongue to lap up your slick. with a final pinch of your clit combined with the pressure of his tongue thwarting inside you, your orgasm washes over you and you're seeing white, nothing but issei matters as your hips buck wildly

against him. he grins into your cunny, knowing he's done well for his puppy.

b. koutaro

loves the eyeliner in the boys lap trend!

would probably see you doing it one day, and he's like hm?

and then he sees a tiktok of a dude saying he loves when his girl does eyeliner in his lap, and he's like uh, yeah?

so he sends you the tiktok, and you're more than happy to fulfill his fantasy or whatever

he, being the needy boy he is, suggests cockwarming while doing his eyeliner. (bo loves cockwarming doing anything but that's for another day)

"come on, puppy, please~" he whines, legs spread with a hand down his grey sweatpants. you sighed, your strong will wearing thin whenever your boyfriend gave you the puppy dog eyes. bo' loved you and he was constantly looking for ways to keep you guessing, keep you excited about his touch. he knew he never had to try very hard, but still he enjoyed the chase of it all. you clambered into your boyfriends lap, sinking onto his length slowly with a wince. he grinned at your faintly pained expression, knowing his girth always took you off guard. you sat in his lap, smiling at his excited features and he blushed softly under your gaze. it took everything in him not to tear you apart, completely disregarding the eyeliner. as you got situated, your velvety walls clenched around earning light whimpers from your beloved himbo. he grimaced, knowing he didn't want to ruin the intimate experience at hand. "please just start, puppy," he whined, wriggling under your touch as he grew restless. you smirked at him, enamored by your easily excitable boyfriend. you reached to start the first swipe of eyeliner on his left eye, straining in his lap to reach his eyes. as you approached, bo couldn't keep his eyes off of where you two were connected, and that made you blush. "kou, please close your eyes," you huffed and he obliged. his hands instinctively found your waist as you wiggled in his lap once more, his cock twitched inside you at the slight movement. a soft whimper left your lips at the sensation as you struggled to remain focused on the task at hand. with the first swipe across his eyelid, kou thrusted lightly into you, growing too restless to sit still. "bokuto~" you whimpered, withdrawing your hand and lightly pinching his cheek as you shifted attention to the other eyelid. "hurry up and finish so I can fuck you, puppy~" his tone was gruff and urgent, and you blushed, nodding softly. needless to say, the second swipe took no longer than two seconds and your brains were fucked out instantly.

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vicious-vixxxen · 3 years

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Tenya Iida X Male!Reader: Comfort for a Broken Heart

Hey guys :3 Just something I wrote on a whim, for myself: didn’t plan to post it, but thought maybe it might help those of you who may be going through similar feelings to these. Or have before, and they flare up from time to time. Happens to the best of us, so if this can help in any way, here ya go <3

((AS ALWAYS: MINORS DNI I AM AN 18+ BLOG))

“My turn,” Denki called, snatching up the aux cord and immediately beginning to shuffle through his playlist as he jammed the cord into his phone, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Leaning more heavily into Tenya’s side. The class rep rumbling contentedly in his chest, before steeling himself and taking a deep breath as he slowly slid a hand over your shoulder, cupping the one opposite him and bringing you in close to his side. Blush high on his cheeks, as you looked up at him and smiled. Winking at him, in your own little world together as he turned back to his book, and you continued to scroll through your phone. The sound of Denki and Mineta bickering over something dumb more or less ambient, in the background. It was a typical Saturday in the dorms, all things considered. Most people lounge around the common area, taking turns playing music, sharing their taste and just having a nice time. You loved nights like these. They calmed your inner anxieties, made you feel…safe. Cared for. You wouldn’t trade them for anything. “Hey, I love this song!” Kirishima shouted, a little louder than the others, drawing your attention out of your mind and back to the music. Missing the worried look Momo through your way as you stared ahead, and the lyrics finally registered. Oh. Oh no.

Your chest grew tight suddenly, and try as you might to inwardly, frantically remind yourself it was fine, the part of yourself ruled by your emotions- the larger part-began to take effect quickly. Cheeks heating up comfortably, as you glanced around, as though everyone could tell. Though in reality only Momo knew, though Tenya, bless his heart, felt you stiffening next to him, and stared down suddenly at you by his side, one brow curled, as he set his book down. “Y/N, are you-“ “I uh- I’m gonna go lie down guys, I’m starting to get a little tired. Might come back out if I can’t sleep or something. Sweet dreams,” you announced, hurriedly, cupping Iida’s jaw gently with one hand-Offering an apologetic smile, but not quite meeting his eyes as you turned to leave, shaking your head briefly at Momo as she made to follow you- pursing her lips, and settling her hands in her lap nervously as she watched you leave. Turning to Tenya suddenly, and debating briefly, before motioning him to come into the kitchen with her. The taller boy following quickly, glancing back over his shoulder at you as you disappeared around the corner Making your way to your room, you breathed deeply, carefully. Good, then bad. Good, then bad. Breath coming in smaller pants, as you grew anxious. Frustrated tears welling up in your eyes as you rushed the last few feet to your room. Shutting the door quickly behind yourself, and crawling into bed without even changing. Sighing in relief at the scent of your sheets, the feel of your various pillows surrounding you, cradling you. It was okay. Everything was okay. All over a fucking /song/. You were so pathetic. It was okay though, you were okay. Everything would be okay. You’re alright. You were so /stupid/. Why were you like this? Why allow him any more rule over your life? Get OVER it. God. Sniffling was followed by soft sobs, as you clutched at your pillows. Allowing it to happen, as it always happened. Some days were better. Some days you were actually very good at ignoring it, or going unaffected as a whole. But some days, like today, the smallest thing could set you off. Make you feel small, and lonely, make you…miss him. Miss a time, and place. Miss…everything. Thoughts flooded your mind without your consent, fueling your sadness. Dates, smiles, kisses, /songs/. God. What would Tenya think? Pathetic. You were so pathetic. Lonely and pathetic. You didn’t deserve him. Yes. Yes you did. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t be sad about things that passed, you reminded yourself in your mind quietly as you cried. You were human. This was okay.

Maybe you were more emotional than others, maybe it was taking you longer to let go. To forget…to forget. But that was okay. Things take time. Sometimes you have bad days. It’s okay. It’s okay. “It’s okay,” Tenya echoed, voice soft, and sure as he slid in next to you in bed- you hadn’t even heard him come in. Glasses set on the bedside table, and house slippers next to the bed, Tenya, with a heavy heart, slid an arm around you, bringing you as close to his chest as humanly possible, as you cried. Harder now that he was here. Seeing you this way. Speaking as though he knew. Did he know? …of course he did. What didn’t Iida know? “I-I’m s-s-sorry,” you hiccuped, turning into his chest, hands fisted in the crisp, unwrinkled material, making it quite the opposite as you cried into your boyfriend's chest. Tenya closed his eyes to stave off his own tears, as he racked his brain for anything, ANYTHING to say. He always had something to say. Always knew what to do. Had all the answers. So why wouldn’t they come to him now? “It’s okay,” he repeated, voice cracking, now unsure as he wrapped you in his arms and squeezed.

And there you lay together, well into the night, as you worked through your feelings. Shushed assurances from Tenya, and your quiet, hiccuping sobs are the only thing filling the space. Until finally, you’d cried yourself out. Breathing heavily, mouth open against Tenya’s chest, as one of his large, warm hands rubbed circles in your back. His warm breath flush across your neck where he’d nuzzled his face into: tentative, hesitant kisses ghosting the column of your neck as you calmed down. “I…I read, quite a lot. As you know,” Tenya started slow, almost too quiet, waiting to see if you’d stop him. If you needed more silence. But you nodded, urging him to continue silently. “Sometimes I read…wonderful books. Books with knowledge, and wisdom. Books that stay with me, teach me new things. Incredible books. And while I do believe all literature is to be respected…sometimes I read bad books too. And sometimes, I read books that are simply…books. Neither good, nor bad. Sometimes I’ll remember those unremarkable ones, once in a blue moon. Because that’s how the brain works. In funny ways sometimes…” Iida paused, face a deep red as he tried to figure out where he was going. What he was trying to say… “Think…think of him. As a chapter, in the book, that is your life,” he began again, even slower, as you held your breath. “Good. Bad. Remarkable, and unremarkable. Sometimes you forget you read it at all, and sometimes you suddenly remember the good parts. Or the bad parts. And you wonder how in the world it can still come up. Make you feel things. Good things, or bad things” “As humans, this is just something we do. Our brains are capable of incredible things, but even they get things wrong sometimes. Are flawed. Can hurt us in an attempt to help us.” “Think of it as a chapter of a book. It’s happened. Maybe it was wonderful, maybe it was terrible. But it’s there, on the pages.You can’t change it. But you can read some more, so much more. And eventually…all the good things you read, will outweigh the bad, or even the unremarkable things you’ve read previously. It’s…hard to see now, for example. Especially if it was your last chapter. How could you forget it so easily right now? But I promise…I promise you’ll feel better. And I’ll,” Tenya paused, choking up A bit, as he recalled all the good times you’d had together in just the last few weeks. Finally getting close..becoming more. “-I’ll be here to make sure those next chapters you read are more than remarkable. I’ll make sure they’re spectacular, y/n. I promise.” He kissed your forehead then, lips quivering as his own emotions overtook him, and you began to cry again. But for a whole new reason. Lifting your head up to press your lips to Tenya’s. Grip tight on his shirt as you kissed him hard. Trying to convey just how much you loved him with one little action. Things were gonna be okay, you reminded yourself quietly, as the two of you were a mess of tears, and kissing. You were gonna be okay.

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Rivals - Prince!Reader x Prince!Eret

Male

Pairings: Eret x Reader

Characters included: Eret

Warnings: n/a

Series: a request from 🌱🌟 my beloved <3 /p

Summary: Prince Y/N and Prince Eret hated each other. That was just a fact. Mostly causing trouble together in order to one up the other. Though over the time even their relationship can change.

Words count: 5367

Authors Note: I’ll be honest you hit me with this request at a very good time so I ended up writing 10 pages in one go haha

At the end I made the executive decision to finally cut it off or I probably would have written even more, for which I’m honestly don’t have the time at the moment. I hope it’s not that obvious but if it is I apologize.

Thank you for the request 🌱🌟

I am reposting it since the original post doesn’t seem to appear in the tags no need to check the original post but I wanted to give a reason why it’s twice on my blog

Prince Eret and Prince Y/N hated each other.

That was just a universally accepted thing and something that made sense. Just like how water is wet, the ground was made out of dirt, Eret and Y/N hated each other.

Both of their respecting kingdoms never had a good relationship to say the least. Way back in the day the two nations have wared against each other which almost ruined both kingdoms forcing the two to an act of neutrality with the behest of the neighboring kingdoms.

Though this was way off in the past. Nowadays they had rebuilt. Their forces and monetary situation stood strong but they stayed neutral. Eyeing each other closely for any slip ups, though they were also bound to contracts that would involve other nations as well should they begin to go to war again, which wasn’t in interest for both parties.

So they tried to mostly ignore each other which only worked to an extent. If you are a strong nation with an impressive military force or with a lot of money, other nations will invite you to their balls, banquets or whatever fancy party they have going at that point. And it was in your best interest to join these as well, to show off your might, wealth or to connect with other foreign powers.

The first time Y/N’s family took him with them to one of these balls, he was barely six years old.

For a six year old a ball was a boring affair. All the adults were courteously laughing and only sipping on their drinks. Occasionally walking on the stage to dance to the slow and boring music.

Y/N was busy watching two older women dance in tandem. Their dresses and silk moving together in a sea of fabric that seemed to hypnotized the child as he sat on the side of the stage. His parents were off somewhere else, feeling they could trust enough in his proper upbringing to not cause any problems, that they left him. Saying that he should try to enjoy himself.

Enjoy himself how? Dance with the lonely grandma that was busy drinking away all the wine in the castle? No, thank you.

Finally tearing his eyes off the dancing women Y/N noticed how someone else was cautiously approaching him. It was another kid in what he assumed was his age. This stranger had fluffy wild hair and had a sympathetic smile on his face. He wore a simple suit similar to Y/N’s but there were a ton of differences in details.

As he got closer Y/N could swear that something seemed off about him. Something in him was screaming but he couldn’t place why he felt like that.

“Hello.” The other kid greeted Y/N.

Y/N looked around the room for a second before setting his attention back on him “Hello. Who are you?” There was a small hope in him, hey maybe this boring ball won’t be so boring after all.

With a proud expression the kid did a proper royal greeting, bowing in front of Y/N for a second “I am Prince Eret from the mighty nation of-“

But Y/N interrupted him “Prince Eret?! I know of you! My parents warned me and told me to ignore you.” He then stuck his tongue out and made a point to look away from him.

Eret furrowed his brows, exclaiming loudly his confusion to this reaction “Huh? Why?”

Y/N rolled his eyes and got off the chair he was sitting on. Just like Eret, he did his own version of the royal greeting that he got taught by his etiquette teachers “I am Prince Y/N.”

He knew he didn’t need to say more which got confirmed by Eret’s worried and confused expression turning into a proper frown.

“Oh, yuck, so that’s what you look like.”

Y/N gasped in anger “What do you mean yuck? You are the yuck one here! Between the two of us I’m clearly the cooler prince!”

“Oh really? Prove it.” Eret huffed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Now fired up Y/N looked frantically through the whole ball room but couldn’t seem to come up with anything, that was until he saw a servant of the local royal family sauntering around with a plate of drinks and even with a few cheese and meat skewers.

“I bet I could steal more of these skewers from the servants than you.”

Instead of backing down Eret now had a competitive glint in his eyes “You are on.”

And that’s how both Eret and Y/N got into their first real trouble with their parents and other nobles.

They snuck around the people, hiding behind huge skirts and trying their best to grab a skewer from the plate. At first they waited for the servant to look away while they were talking to someone but soon their maneuvers turned riskier and riskier. Jumping up to grab one or even trying to distract them before grabbing another.

At some point for whatever reason both jumped into the air at the same time, grabbing the same skewer which ended with them smashing into the servant who in return fell down, the drinks spilling onto a couple that stood closely by.

As the adults were trying to understand what just happened Y/N grabbed Eret’s arm and yelled “Run!”

The two begun running away, making their way into the garden, hiding behind a bush as they heard some adults screaming and running around.

Y/N didn’t care if Eret got caught by the adults but he was worried he might sell him out to them as well. No, he was positive he would definitely snitch on him.

Out of breath the two kids huddled together, keeping their ears open, trying to catch any sound that might come closer to them.

Eret looked at Y/N “I clearly won.” He then showed off the skewers he was holding against his suit, effectively ruining it.

Y/N shook his head, showing his own off “Nuh-uh. I clearly won.”

For some reason or another they managed to acquire the same amount of food so they sadly had to come to the conclusion that this was a tie. As they angrily begun snacking on their loot, they still continued throwing childish insults at each other.

This only lasted for a few minutes until their parents found them and figuratively tore them away to yell at them. Saying things like “this is not the proper behavior of a prince! Now we have to apologize to all the people! Do you know what this could cost us?”

From that point on their rivalry really started. Every few months they would meet up again by proxy of being invited to the same noble festivities. In fact every time Y/N was on such a party he fully expected Eret being there as well.

He would arrive and keep look out for that oh so dashing prince from the rival kingdom. Y/N scoffed, Eret wished he thought of him like that but in truth Y/N probably knew the best what kind of idiot he could be. After all he had firsthand experience for this.

While they always ended up in some sort of trouble there was this one moment, when they were twelve years old, that always stood out to him.

As usual Eret and Y/N found each other during a banquet. Both immediately fell back into arguing and making fun of each other. The adults got so tired of it that they sent the two outside so they could, in their words, cool down.

“You look ridiculous in your suit.” Eret mumbled towards Y/N as they wandered outside into the garden. Y/N just rolled his eyes as a response, choosing to ignore Eret at this point, not feeling comfortable with being banished outside together with him.

The garden was beautiful, of course.

Different kinds of flowers were planted along all the sides of the garden. Between them stood a few Willow trees with their long leaves hanging above the flowers and seating opportunities while in the middle of the whole place stood a beautiful huge pond with a statue protruding from the middle of it. The statue displayed two unidentifiable human beings holding on to each other, both holding an urn up into the air together where some water was rushing out ouf down into the pond.

While this all, together with the moon light, looked almost magical Y/N was more concentrated on what was inside the pond.

As he walked over to the water he could see a few koi fish flitting around in there. He sat down and lazily begun drawing invisible patterns into the water. Sometimes the fish would come close only to immediately swim away once they either saw the hand or felt the movement.

Eret was just standing dumbfounded to the side. Staring at Y/N which infuriated him. He could feel his dark eyes lingering on him and it just annoyed him. Eret finally shut up but now he was just standing there in uncomfortable silence.

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh “Stop doing that.”

Eret looked bewildered at that “Stop, what?”

“Staring! I can see you staring! I know I’m handsome but come on.” Y/N snickered at the last part.

This time Eret rolled his eyes “Nah, I was just thinking how easy it would be to push you into the water right now and was debating if it was worth getting into trouble for it.”

“And what did your small brain come up with?”

Eret walked over and sat down next to Y/N “It’s sadly not worth it. I feel like I would get in even more trouble than last time when I was destroying you in that food fight.”

Y/N angrily shook his head “Oh, no! I was winning! You were lucky my father literally pulled me away from you or you wouldn’t even be standing here right now!”

“You wish! Your father saved the small bit of dignity you have!”

Ignoring Eret’s attempt to obviously rile him up and make him more angry, Y/N turned now fully away from him and instead returned to watching the fish. They looked more interesting and had more personality than Eret anyhow.

It was also definitely easier to look at the animals than Eret. Every time he would look at him even only for a little bit this fuzzy anger inside the pit of Y/N’s stomach would come up and by god he hated it. Unbeknownst to him this feeling was mutual.

Eret almost seemed chuffed that Y/N didn’t seem to react and instead chose to follow him suit with watching the fish.

“If we are already stuck out here let’s make it at least interesting.” Y/N broke the silence “Let’s catch some fish. I’m betting I can catch more than you.”

Eret was already getting rid of his jacket and pushed his sleeves up “I doubt that!”

Not wasting time Y/N shed his jacket as well and rolled his sleeves up only to jump into the water himself once the fish stayed out of both their reaches due to their incessant punching into the water.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Not losing!” was all Y/N said.

Eret not feeling too keen on possibly losing, jumped into the pond as well, trying to ignore Y/N who was inadvertently splashing water his way.

As a bit of a payback Eret threw some water towards Y/N which resulted in him loosing a prime chance for trying to grab a fish.

Everything is allowed in love and war after all and this was definitely war.

Though this action led to Y/N retaliating with spraying water back on Eret. Soon the two didn’t care about the fish anymore and were too busy trying to wrestle the other under the water. It wasn’t a full blown fight, no real punches fell but there was a lot of pushing and pulling.

They only stopped once they heard a blood curdling scream. Apparently the noble who owned the garden saw them inside her pond and was obviously not too pleased with it.

Yeah, there was a lot of anger and screaming afterwards but for Y/N and Eret it just fueled their hatred toward each other. If the other one wasn’t there, then they wouldn’t have this problem in the first place but since this wasn’t the case all they could do as proper heirs to their respecting kingdoms was to make the others existence pain.

Over the years their rivalry became infamous and nobles who invited both to their festivities either tried to keep increased watch over them or to the detriment of both sides of the families, tried to incite them. Noble people where a strange lot, trying to find entertainment in the weirdest places.

Not that Y/N or Eret cared too much. They were too busy trying to screw the other over though their methods changed over the years. As kids they were more physical with it while the older they got they tended to use their words more and more to the relieve of their parents.

A good example for that was when both were about sixteen years old.

At this point they learned to rein in their anger towards the other and instead concentrated more or less on their royal duties. Well, they tried but every time they saw each other anger would just flood their systems.

It was a typical ball really. The nobles were busy mingling with each other, spreading false compliments in order to gain the political or social upper hand. Some called it an intricate game but Y/N thought it was just stupid. Just say what you think and don’t sugar coat it. That was something and maybe the only thing he and Eret could agree on. As much as he hated that guy he wasn’t scared to tell Y/N what he thought of him.

He appreciated him for that. A shiver ran down his spine as soon as that thought crossed his mind and Y/N just shoved it away. Never in his life would he actually appreciate that mad prince.

That said it was a bit weird how he hasn’t spotted Eret yet. Not that he was specifically looking out for him or anything. He just wanted to be aware where he was so he could avoid him. Was he invited? His family was here but he seemed to be gone. Maybe he finally gave up trying to one up Y/N and stayed home.

Y/N doubted that though. The only reason why Eret wouldn’t appear to something like this was if he was seriously sick. It happened only once and Y/N ended up being bored to death. So what if he derived entertainment from his rival? That’s a part of the reason what rivalries are for, right?

Spending so much time thinking about him made Y/N uncomfortable. This one feeling in the pit of his stomach just flared up again which he didn’t appreciate one bit. Just another reason why Eret was so annoying. He was the only person this happened with.

Bored out of his mind Y/N begun moving through the ball room. There was one place Eret could be hiding away at. If anything Y/N could predict some behavior from him over the years. Making sure to stay away from all the dancing people and the conversations, not feeling interested to take part in it. Instead he moved towards the gardens.

It was just the place he and Eret would default to since at the slightest chance of trouble the other nobles liked to throw them out immediately.

So when he spotted Eret walking around the rose bushes it didn’t completely surprise him.

“And here I thought I spied a birds nest in between the bushes but alas it is just Eret’s hair.”

Eret visibly flinched once he heard Y/N. Apparently he had been so busy with his own thoughts that he didn’t notice Y/N approaching him. He frowned at the other prince while he in return was just smirking smugly.

Sighing Eret walked over to a particular big rose and begun inspecting it“ And I thought I would finally be free of you. You arrived late, huh?”

“Hardly my fault, though I too was hoping you finally conceded and stayed home but here you are just staring at some roses like some hopeless romantic prince from some sort of fairy tale.”

When Eret didn’t immediately fire back and hesitated Y/N’s eyes widened “No! Don’t tell me! Don’t tell me you actually have a crush on someone! Who is the poor person?”

As he spoke the words out loud it felt like his chest was ablaze. Something about that thought rubbed him the wrong way. He just labelled it as a different way for his annoyance towards Eret to show up but it confused him nonetheless.

Realistically what did he care about his love affairs?

Finally Eret vehemently shook his head “No, nothing like that! Why was this where your mind went? I was just bored and am looking at the flowers. Even you can admit that they are pretty, right?” Eret chuckled “Or are you jealous somehow?”

“Only in your dreams.” Y/N responded with a disgusted expression on his face.

“Nightmares you mean.” Eret added before pulling one rose out of the bush.

Y/N looked around hoping none of the staff or someone else saw this “Dude, what the hell are you doing? If you get into trouble for stealing flowers and I’m around everyone will think I’m part of this.”

“They won’t notice, Y/N. Well, they will only notice it if you aren’t careful enough. You need to have an eye for such things and me begrudgingly knowing you as well as I do, you do not have an eye for that.”

This is always how it happens. Every god damn time. One of the two would make a statement that the other person couldn’t do a very specific thing and all bets were off.

A dangerous glint appeared in Y/N’s eyes “I’ll give you the most amazing rose bouquet without tipping anyone off.” He didn’t seem to realize what he just said but Eret did.

While Y/N turned around in order to scour out the place Eret was still standing in the back. A soft blush on his face. Almost angry with himself he frowned and turned to the opposite direction Y/N just went. He was just so frustrating to be around. Doesn’t even think before he speaks.

This whole endeavor took longer than both initially expected. Most of the time they would just saunter between the bushes only occasionally plucking a flower off. Often enough the two stood in front of the same rose, trying to act as fast as possible to get it before the other.

Eret clearly went for the flower first but once his hand touched the stem of the rose, Y/N was there as well, his hand brushing past Eret’s, holding onto the lower part of the stem.

“You’ve got be kidding me.” Y/N cursed.

Eret squinted his eyes as he looked at him “What do you mean? I went for it first! You still continued grabbing it like the brute you are!”

Y/N gasped in a fake display of disbelief. Acting like the biggest insult just got hurled towards him when in fact Eret has said worse things before or even the countless nobles who suffered damages due to their shenanigans.

Both stared at each other, not letting go off the rose. Their brows furrowed into deep scowls as they just continued staring at each other. Hoping that for some reason any kind of weakness would just magically appear or that someone will let go off the damn flower.

It was incredibly uncomfortable for the both of them. Y/N and Eret both stared directly into each other’s eyes. Pink dusted faces turned towards one another, not daring to move a muscle.

“God, I hate you so much.” Y/N grumbled.

Eret nodded “Believe me the feeling is mutual.”

After a few more seconds of staring and angry expressions they both let go at the same time.

There they stood. Two princes of enemy kingdoms holding each a small bouquet of roses with blushing faces.

If you would ask them about it they would immediately exclaim the blush was just a result of their anger bubbling out.

Eret let out a breath he didn’t notice he was holding “Tie?”

Y/N looked down at his own bouquet “Yeah, sure, let’s call it a tie. This is stupid anyhow.”

That was the last time they saw each other for a while.

Since they both were heirs to their respective thrones they soon got sent away to boarding schools in order to get properly trained for their future duties. Besides being educated and introduced what these duties actually entailed, they also got trained in the art of combat.

While most of, if not all, nobles learn how to fight it was something expected from Y/N and Eret. They had to get good at it. A tradition that still stemmed from the waring days of their competing nations.

So for the next four years Y/N was sent away to a boarding school inside his own nation, only later hearing that Eret befell the same fate, which didn’t surprise him.

The years dragged on rather slowly. Most of the subjects were boring but Y/N realized they were important so he put himself through the grueling task of proper studying. The daily training sessions helped him immensely by bringing some sort of change to his every day and tended to look forward to them. Mostly since he became good friends with his coach. A mercenary hired by his family to train him.

Becoming a friend to him, while others tried stay away from Y/N. Most didn’t dare to approach the only heir of their kingdom, others knew he was a bit of a troublemaker and stayed away from him because of it.

Y/N caught himself missing Eret from time to time. While he was annoying and infuriating at best, Y/N couldn’t help but think it was more enjoyable than spending his time alone surrounded by people around his age.

Every now and again his thoughts would always jump back to Eret. Hell, he even once considered writing him a letter before he stopped in his tracks, realizing what he was about to do. Silently chastising himself for it.

Y/N graduated when he was twenty. His parents amazed by his progress threw compliments towards his improved behavior.

“Guess Prince Eret was the problem all along.” His mother noted.

He scoffed, of course Eret was the majority of the reason for the problems. His mother only needed to mention him and Y/N already felt the same annoyance from back then again. Guess some things never change.

It was the time for a lot of nobles to graduate so one family took it up on themselves to prepare a grand ball in order to celebrate these young adults. It also helped to bring all the heirs and influential people together to form new relationships that could be beneficial for their future rule.

Y/N got invited as well.

As a graduation gift his parents bought him fancy new clothes made out of the finest cloth. While he thought it was a bit over the top, it was comfortable so he didn’t complain too much. They even fashioned him with a ceremonial crown that complimented the whole outfit quite nicely.

It was only then that it really sunk in what this all meant for him. He had to act proper no matter what from now on. While people were always aware of him, now they were really watching. This also meant he had to start to properly get into contact with other influential families and nations which meant he had to actually dance on this ball.

So when he and his family stepped out of the wagon that brough them to this event, his heart was beating fast. Y/N was nervous and yet he still managed to put on a confident smile. He didn’t go through all these etiquette classes without learning a few things at least.

When he walked into the ball room, a servant announced his and his families arrival which caused a lot of people to turn their heads. It was the first official outing of an heir to an incredibly strong nation, of course they wanted to see what he was like.

In fact it didn’t take long until Y/N got swarmed by multiple people talking courteously and making conversation with him. He returned the gestures and mingled with the others, curious to see if anyone interesting was here. It was the first time in a long time people didn’t seem to avoid him, even if it was purely for the purpose of forming new beneficial connections.

It beat sitting around alone.

Y/N slowly scanned the huge room with his eyes that’s when he spied something that made his heart figuratively jump into his throat.

In the corner stood someone tall with a shock of brown and fluffy hair that got pushed down by a crown. He wore an amazing suit made out of silk and with a variant of different purples completed with something that resembled a cape. As he talked to the person in front of him he had this huge, genuine, beautiful smile on his face that made Y/N’s heart skip a beat.

He was handsome that’s all he could say about him. Knocking all the air out of Y/N’s lungs.

Pressing his hand against his madly blushing face Y/N tried to look like he was deep in thought and not just silently checking out this one person way off in the corner.

“Be still my beating heart.” Y/N mumbled as he pressed his free hand on his chest. Feeling his heart beating fast and hard against his ribcage. Luckily no one heard him but he did receive a few worried and confused looks. Guess he wasn’t as sneaky about his display of emotions as he had thought.

Y/N took a deep breath in and coughed in order to calm himself down a bit “I’m sorry to interrupt you all, but I need to go. I need to find something out. It was an honor talking with you and I hope we can continue this later on.”

With all the confidence he didn’t have Y/N slowly made his way towards that person. Something was just pulling him towards him and he needed to at least know his name. It was like his heart and mind both yelled at Y/N.

While walking he could tell that his breath was short. He felt hot and he was certain that his face was still in a lovely shade of red.

Did he just develop a probably one sided crush? Perhaps.

Once he got close enough, he begun to tremble. His knees felt weak and by god he wanted to turn around but something in him just forced him to move on. As if this was his only chance to ever exchange even a word with that stranger.

Y/N was about to put on a polite smile and wave towards him but the stranger was faster and turned towards him.

The stranger audibly and unmistakably gasped. His eyes wide open as his face suddenly turned into a similar shade of red to Y/N.

“Hello.” Y/N begun speaking. He wanted to introduce himself but his voice failed him. Throat and lips dry out of nervousness.

“Y/N?” he spoke with a deep, soothing voice and Y/N had to admit he liked hearing his name coming out of his mouth.

Wait that handsome stranger knew him?

That’s when it hit him. But that can’t be! That was impossible, he would have recognized him immediately!

“Oh. Eret?”

Y/N put his hand against his mouth trying to hide the smile and blush. Why was he feeling like this? Why wasn’t his typical white anger returning? He still had that fuzzy feeling in the pit of his stomach but something felt different. Maybe it was the maturity from the years or maybe he just imagined it.

Eret was madly blushing and just staring at Y/N as he slowly lifted up his trembling hand “Let’s talk. Would you care for a dance?”

That feeling in his stomach increased as well as the beating of his heart and yet Y/N put his hand into that of Eret’s. Together they walked towards the middle of the room. Slowly beginning to dance.

Y/N was at this point biting his lip. He wanted to talk, say anything but his mind was running in overdrive. No proper sentences would form. Luckily some sort of muscle memory jumped in when it came to the dancing but everything else? No, he was completely screwed.

Why now? Why was he reacting like this?

“You look like you are doing well.” Eret suddenly spoke. His voice trembling almost as much as his hands.

Y/N nodded as he continued moving in tandem with Eret. Their feet skillfully moving around on the dance floor.

“You look good, uh, I mean, you look alright as well, you do look good but I mean you seem to be doing good as well.” After Y/N stammered that out he mentally begun cursing himself out.

He used to wrestle Eret into the mud, why is this happening to him? Why can’t he just go back to his anger, that was easier to deal with. Wait, is that the reason why their anger towards each other held on for so long? Sure, their families had always a rivalry but over time something must have subtly changed concerning their relationship that it managed to end up like this.

Y/N felt like a lovesick pre-teen and he hated it.

Eret suddenly let out a short laugh “I’m guessing you didn’t expect this as well?”

Y/N raised his eyebrows “I- I have no idea what you mean. Like, seriously, what exactly of this do you mean?” Of course his nervousness showed itself via him ranting his thoughts off.

“Us meeting like this again.”

“Seeing our past track record I feel like it was inevitable, though this time it certainly does feel different.”

“Yeah, I can tell.” Eret smirked and gave Y/N a wink only to end up turning back into a blushing mess himself.

Now Y/N begun to chuckle, his blush ever present on his face, he pressed his forehead against Eret’s shoulder. Trying his best to hide his face from his view, not willing to give Eret the satisfaction that he succeeded in whatever the hell he just did.

Instead of stopping the two continued to dutifully dance. The best way for a private conversation was while dancing after all but the two were too busy snickering at themselves.

While Y/N had his head still pressed against Eret, Eret spoke up “I’m glad you are here, Y/N. Meeting you here like that again after these years, it made me realize something.”

“Like what?” The same was true of him, of course but he was almost scared of saying it out loud.

Y/N looked back up again but Eret hesitated. His eyes landed on Y/N’s lips only to immediately snap back up to his eyes.

So when he asked “May I?” Y/N knew exactly what he meant.

He gave him a nod which resulted in the two stopping to dance. Eret placed one of his hands against Y/N’s jawline and the other continued to rest at his side as he closed the space between their lips. At first softly brushing their lips for a small second but then Eret went back in pressing his lips properly on Y/N’s only to separate after a few moments.

Y/N put his hands on Eret’s chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart beneath his fingertips “I thought you hated me.” He noted smugly.

Eret laughed “I guess we both were wrong in some way.” He immediately dove back into Y/N’s lips, deepening the kiss, ignoring the confused and surprised noises from all the other guests.

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Alone Time (Mass Effect Andromeda, Rydaal)

Title: Alone Time Fandom: Mass Effect Andromeda Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 909 Rating: T (Teen And Up Audiences) Pairing: Jaal Ama Darav/Female Ryder (Sara) Summary: Dating someone from a different culture can mean an even greater chance for misunderstandings, especially when that person is an alien. After she accidentally hurts Jaal’s feelings, Sara attempts to reassure him.

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“So…looks like it’s just you and me for the next forty-eight hours, Jaal.”

“Ah.” Jaal stepped closer, his voice dropping to a deliciously deep murmur. “And what did you plan on doing until the rest of the crew gets back?”

In response, Sara curled her hands in the silky folds of his rofjinn and tugged him towards her. He obliged willingly, settling his hands on her hips.

“I have a few ideas,” she said.

He bent down, she tilted her head up, and their mouths met. Softly at first, then more firmly. His fingers tightened on her hips as he leaned his full weight into her, pressing her back against the edge of the console behind her. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he coaxed her lips open with his tongue. A frisson of desire shivered through her as they kissed deeply and languidly.

Somewhere behind them, someone coughed.

They broke apart quickly and Sara instinctively shoved Jaal away. He seemed surprised and a wounded look flashed briefly across his face, but she was too focused on the unwelcome intruder to worry about his feelings right now.

“Sorry,” Gil said from the top of the ramp, hands raised in apology. His expression was carefully neutral, but Sara could see amusement in his eyes. “Forgot my datapad.”

They watched silently as he crossed the room and picked up the datapad from where he’d left it on one of the seats. “Okay. I’ll, uh...leave you to it, then.”

Sara was too embarrassed to even think up a witty retort. Gil headed back down the ramp at a brisk pace, moving faster than she’d ever seen him go before; probably in a hurry to tell Vetra or Liam about what he’d interrupted. When he reached the bottom, they heard him burst into laughter. He was still laughing when the door to the cockpit closed behind him.

Sara groaned and covered her furiously burning face with her hands. “I’m never going to live this down.”

“It bothers you that he saw us together?” Her hands were still pressed to her face so she couldn’t see Jaal’s expression, but something in his voice caught her attention. She uncovered her eyes and looked at him.

“Of course it bothers me. Now he’s going to tell Vetra, who’ll tell Liam, who’ll tell Peebee and Drack, and then everyone on the ship is going to know I was making out with my boyfriend in the meeting room like some horny teenager.”

“And this is a bad thing?”

“Yes!”

Jaal frowned at her. “I am an embarrassment to you.”

“Oh, Jaal.” Sara’s heart clenched. “That’s not what I meant.”

She could tell he wasn’t convinced, but he let her take his face in her hands. The subtle electromagnetic charge in his skin made her palms prickle. It should have been unpleasant, but it wasn’t. She liked the way touching him literally made her tingle.

“I don’t think you’re embarrassing,” she told him.

“Then why did you push me away?”

“Because I don’t feel comfortable doing...those kinds of things in front of other people.”

“There’s no privacy among the angara; we are not ashamed to express our feelings and desires before each other.”

“Humans aren’t like that. We’re not exhibitionists. Well, some of us are,” she amended, “but most of us prefer to keep our private lives private.”

“Oh.” She could see him thinking, his expressions completely unguarded as usual. “Does that mean I should not have told Dr. T’Perro about the first time we made love?”

Sara’s face burned again at both his directness and the memory of that extremely awkward conversation where Lexi had asked her for details about the first time they’d had sex.

“No,” she said, drawing the word out, “But that’s different. Lexi is our doctor. If there were going to be issues with us, uh...”

“Having sex,” Jaal supplied, helpfully.

“Right,” Sara said, cheeks flaming even hotter, “If there was a problem, Lexi would need to know.”

“I see,” Jaal said, slowly. “So talking to Dr. Lexi about sex is fine. But being affectionate with each other in public is not.”

“Well, some things are okay in public. Like holding hands. That’s fine.”

“What about when I kissed you in front of everybody after we stopped the Archon?”

Sara smiled, recalling the relief and euphoria of that moment. She’d been so relieved that it was finally over, she hadn’t even cared that everyone—including her own brother—was watching.

“That was okay,” she told him. “Actually, I really liked it.”

“Ah.” Jaal scratched his head, smiling. “That’s good. I enjoyed it too.”

“Oh really?” She tilted her head, looking up at him coyly, “Which part? The kiss? Or the bit where I had my legs wrapped around your waist?”

The look Jaal gave her in response—heavy with promise and desire—made her breath catch. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her gently towards him until their bodies bumped together.

“Both,” he murmured in her ear, squeezing her buttocks firmly. She shivered.

“You know,” she said, looking up at him through her eyelashes, “I always wondered if the Tempest’s shower was big enough for two people.”

“An interesting theory.” His eyes sparkled playfully. “Perhaps we should test it.”

“Mmm.” Sara slipped her arms around his neck with a smile, closing her eyes as he leaned down to kiss her. “You read my mind.”

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“Arrested” [Aaron Hotchner X Female Reader]

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Rating: E

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader

Wordcount: 8,510

Summary:

The BAU is working a case in the DC area: an unsub killing women outside of nightclubs and bars. When you get arrested and manage to end up in the same precinct as Aaron Hotchner, the team discovers that their unit chief has been sleeping with a MUCH younger woman. Even more importantly, they discover that aside from being Hotch's fuck buddy, you have had direct contact with the unsub. Told through cute and smutty flashbacks throughout your relationship with Aaron.

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It had been weeks since you’d seen Aaron. The first week you didn’t see him was because of a case over the weekend in Florida. You had sent him a few scandalous pictures while he was flying home…

You rest your head against the arm of your sofa lazily. You reach for the phone and look at the simple text from Aaron. “On the way home now. I want to see you soon.” Just those words send bolts of happiness, excitement, and arousal through you. You press the top of your phone to your lips to suppress your growing smile. You text him back.

“Been imagining your hands touching me instead of my own”

Aaron picks up his phone at the chime. He reads the message from you and can’t help but start to stir a little. God, the thoughts of you home alone… touching yourself thinking about him. Yeah, that definitely does something to him. It’s not like you weren’t in his thoughts the entire time. It's difficult to focus on a case when all he really wants is to be home, buried under the covers with you, taking in your light, yet intoxicating perfume. Touching your soft, perfect skin. Hearing you scream his name… He almost lets out a moan but catches himself and looks around the jet at his sleeping coworkers.

He quickly replies to your message, “Oh yeah?”

You jump up from the couch, exhaustion rapidly dissipating from your previously sore limbs at the thought of seeing Aaron tonight. Memories of his large hands touching, groping, squeezing your body flood into your mind.

You hurry to slip on the purple lingerie set you bought. You stand in front of your bathroom mirror. You take a few minutes, capturing some, quite honestly, fucking amazing photos.

“Missing the feeling of you buried inside me” You send the photos along. You grow even happier at the thought of him getting a fucking hard-on while just a few feet away from his sleeping coworkers. You revel in the effect you manage to have over such a powerful, dominant, authoritative man. It makes you especially proud to think about his normal demeanor, stoic, hard-faced, serious, and how easy it is for you to reduce him to simpering, whimpering, moaning mess under your touch. Your phone chimes a mere seconds after sending the photos.

“You are torturing me. We HAVE to see each other when I land”

You fell asleep in your bed in that lingerie waiting for him. You didn’t see his messages until the next morning, saying the sitter for Jack fell through and he probably wouldn’t be able to see you until next weekend.

At the start of the second week, he got called away to a case in California. That one took up the whole week and by the time he got home, he was way too exhausted to spend time with you.

This kind of thing went on for two weeks. A full month without Aaron had been torture. It wasn’t like you expected him to drop everything and come running to you. You understand he has a kid to take care of and an FBI unit to run. Plus, it isn’t like you two are really dating. Do you sometimes wish you were? Hell yes. Is it reasonable or feasible? Absolutely not.

That doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy what you have going on right now. He comes over to your place, tired and frustrated from a long day at work, and he— well he fucks your brain out. You’re always working hard on your Ph.D. and Aaron’s job is just plain stressful. You both need and enjoy the amazing stress relieving benefits of casual sex. You do enjoy each other’s company without having sex sometimes. It usually happens on those weekends when you or he or both of you are way too exhausted. But really, it's the moments after sex that make you question what you truly are to one another…

Your heart rate begins to steady and you can’t help but smile up at Aaron. He looks down at you with that small Hotchner version of a smile. It’s a smile that wouldn’t seem like much to anyone else, but you know how infrequently he lets the corners of his mouth turn up in happiness. “How do you do it?”

You soon realize after letting the words out, (and from the confusion on his face), that he cannot, in fact, read your mind and understand what you mean, “How do you go from seeing all that bad out there in the world to lying in this bed with me with that adorable smile on your face?”

For a split second, you think you’ve said something wrong. The smile falls from his face and his brows tense up. You always tease him about his eyebrows, telling him the more he frowns the more wrinkles he’ll get.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to cross a line—”

“I don’t want to pull you into all this… my work. I want to protect you from it.” Your heart practically sinks into your stomach. That’s not the type of language you use with your casual sex partner. Then again, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t worry every time he leaves for a case. You worry that you’ll never see him again. You won’t even find out he’s dead because no one knows about the two of you.

“Y/N,” he pulls you out of your thoughts. His voice cuts through the silent room and you look back up into his soft eyes. They’re searching your face, scanning your behavior. You can tell he’s trying to figure out what you could possibly be thinking.

“Stop doing that,” you warn him, but your tone is light-hearted, “That whole studying my behavior thing you do.”

“Profiling,” he corrects you and runs a hand over your hair. The action is like a natural reflex for him, he’s not even consciously aware he’s pulling you closer to him.

“Right. That. Stop profiling me,” you laugh.

“Well, how am I supposed to know what’s spinning around in your head when you zone out like that.”

“I’m thinking about the fact that you listen to me rattle on and on about statistical physics but you don’t talk about your job.”

“You need to stop talking about physics after sex. It makes me feel like I’m sleeping with Reid,” he laughs and notices your confusion, “He’s a coworker of mine. You’d like him.”

You’d like him. That phrase sticks with you. Does that mean he wants you to meet his coworkers someday?

You’re not sure why you and Aaron never discuss a real relationship. Well, it’s more like Aaron never discusses a real relationship. Aaron doesn’t really discuss anything. The first time you really talked to him you thought his closed-off nature was charming, dreamy…

“Aaron Hotchner… right?” You look over the man who has just walked up to the bar next to you.

He reaches for the beers he’s just ordered, obviously for a group, but stops as you call out his name, “I’m sorry do I know you?”

“You work for the FBI… Behavioral something unit.” Your laugh sounds loud and obnoxious to you, but to him, it’s bright and cuts through the din of the chaotic bar.

“Behavioral Analysis Unit,” Aaron’s eyebrows furrow. He looks you over before turning his attention back to your face, searching it for answers.

“Oh god!” You're not really the type to strike up a conversation with a man in a bar but you’re feeling bold, not to mention empowered by the liquor, “I must seem so crazy. You gave a talk at Georgetown I attended. I’m a Ph.D. student there. It was about criminal psychology.” His face softens as he begins to realize you’re not a crazy stalker nor an obsessed fan. You stick your hand out for him to shake, “Y/N Y/L/N.”

“It’s nice to meet you, again, I guess,” He nods as he shakes your hand. You can tell he’s just trying to be polite and he glances over his shoulder at a group of people at a booth. Their eyes are all on you two. He wants to go back but something about you is drawing him in. “So you’re pursuing a Ph.D. in psychology?” He moves to sit at the bar next to you.

“Actually no.” You feel flush rushing into your face as he moves closer to you and sits down. You can’t help but look over his body. He’s much closer to your height now that he’s sitting down. He’s wearing a black quarter zip and dark jeans. His hair is neatly gelled back. He does not fit into this atmosphere. “I’m getting a Ph.D. in physics. I conduct theoretical research on the experimental implementation of quantum computing with trapped ions in— I conduct research.” Your blush deepens.

Aaron smiles widely at your ranting before jumping in, “So what were you doing in a criminal psychology lecture?”

Your face feels hot with embarrassment, “I snuck in. It sounded interesting.” You shrug slightly and reach for the drink from the bartender. “I almost didn’t show up, but then a classmate told me one of the FBI agents was very attractive.” You give a small wink before reaching for your check for your drinks from the night. “And she was right, Agent Prentiss is drop-dead gorgeous.” Your attempts to keep a poker face fail, your lips curling with delight.

Aaron laughs as he takes the check from your hands. “You don’t have to—” You protest slightly but Aaron holds up his hand to silence you.

“My treat. As a thank you, for breaking the rules to see my lecture.” He shares in your smile as he hands the bartender his card, paying for your drinks. Your ex just broke up with you a few weeks prior so you came out to cheer yourself up. Seeing Aaron Hotchner up close and personal is… definitely a pick me up.

“Do you have a business card or something?”

“Uh… yes.” Aaron is hesitant to hand it over but reaches into his wallet for one. You grab a pen and take the business card from Aaron. You scribble down your number on the back and hand it to him.

“This is my number.” You hold it out before reaching for your purse. He looks down at the number and then back up at you. For a grown, adult man, he doesn’t seem to understand. You can see confusion written all over his face, it’s quite adorable honestly. His face though it seemingly remains emotionless, in just the few minutes you’ve spent talking to him, you see hints of smiles hidden under a professional, powerful exterior.

“Call me sometime. You know, so I can pay you back for that drink.” You stand up from the bar, legs weak from the heavy drinking you’ve done, “Or if you just want some company.” He nods slightly in response and you turn to leave. You can’t help but turn for a second to watch as Aaron walks back to his table of what appear to be friends. One of the women looks back at you and smiles the most infectious, sweetest smile at you. You return it and move to leave the bar.

It wasn’t until late that night that you got a call. The drinking your sorrows away didn’t stop once you left that bar. You were curled up on your couch, a glass of wine clutched in your hands.

“Hello?” you mumble into the phone, pulling the blanket around your shoulders tighter.

“We didn’t really get to talk much at the bar, but I’m pretty sure you made some promises about paying me back for that drink,” A stern man’s voice cuts through the phone.

“Aaron?” you ask momentarily confused, “It—It’s late, are you drunk?”

Your laugh rings through the phone and it’s that laugh that has Aaron so intensely drawn to you. He can’t help himself. He needs to be near you, “Just go to the door.”

You stand up, “My door? How did you get my—oh right. FBI agent,” you muse and open your door. And there he is, standing at the door with the phone pressed to his ear. He pulls it away and hangs up. “This is incredibly creepy, I hope you know that.” You lean against the doorframe, pulling your large sweater around yourself tighter. His eyes run over you. You grin slightly, catching his wandering gaze, and at that, he shoves his hands in his pockets.

“So about that drink you owe me.” Aaron takes a few hesitant steps into your apartment. He closes the door behind him, “How about you pay me back wit—” he starts to talk but you don’t let him finish his sentence. You grip his shirt and pull him close, your lips melting against his.

It’s messy and passionate and needy. You struggle to stumble along, guiding him towards your bedroom and his hands are touching every inch of you. He hurriedly pulls your sweater off and tosses it off to the side before unzipping your dress. You let it fall to the floor and kick it off as you match his frantic pace, pulling off his shirt and pushing down his jeans. He lays you down gently and reaches around to unclasp your bra.

“Holy fuck,” Aaron groans as he takes a second to take in your naked body.

Then he’s leaving a trail of soft kisses down the expanse of your chest and breasts. He travels down further. His lips brush against your inner thighs, his stubble tickling your skin. He smirks up at you wickedly as he grips your thong in his teeth, pulling it down your legs. You already know your soaking wet pussy will give away just how bad you want him right now.

He doesn’t hesitate, he goes to work on you. Licking and stroking and rubbing your clit. Your back arches and you grip the sheets and his hair. You massage your breasts, panting heavily as two of his fingers press into you, his tongue flicking your overly sensitive bud of nerves. “Oh god, Aaron yes!”

His name rolls off your tongue and you continue to chant it like a fucking mantra as his somehow rough yet gentle touch drives you wild. You feel the knots building in your stomach. Your legs tremble with pleasure as your eyes shut harshly. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You’re panting intensely at this point and the whole room practically slips away as your orgasm hits and your body feels out of control. Every nerve ending on fire. And Aaron is merciless, he continues to lick and tease as you ride out your high.

He can’t help but grin proudly at the number he’s done on you. As he comes up to plant a few more kisses on your lips, you feel his rock hard erection pressing against your thigh. You kiss him hungrily while fumbling to stroke him through his boxers.

The groan the emerges from his lips is… holy fucking shit it’s sexy. You flip the two of you over so you’re on top of him, your chest pressed against his. You dip your hand into his boxers, pumping the entirety of his length. You feel him getting harder and his cock twitches in conjunction with a loud, throaty groan. “Y/N." His eyes flutter open and he grabs your arm to still your motions. “I need you, now.”

Within seconds he’s peeling his boxers off, you roll the condom down onto him and you slam your hips down on his. You can’t contain the loud gasps and moans as you feel your walls stretch around him. Fuck it’s been too long since you’ve had sex. You’re still for a second and Aaron bucks his hips, needing friction, needing to thrust and feel your tightness around him.

“Oh god." Your eyes are practically rolling back in your head as Aaron takes an agonizing pace, lifting your hips all the way up just to slam them all the way back down again.

He has a vice grip on your hips and you can feel the bruises forming under his fingertips. You grind your hips against his as you ride him faster. “Fuck you feel amazing,” Hotch lets out another one of those agonizingly sexy groans.

“I’m close,” you whine out. Aaron reaches to rub your clit with his thumb as he starts thrusting his hips up to meet yours chaotically. That combined with his large cock hitting your sweet spot sends you tumbling over the edge once again. It’s not long after that you feel his cock throbbing deep inside you, his hips messily thrusting and his face contorted up in pleasure. His panting becomes rapid and it's not long before he’s coming undone inside you. You flip off of him to collapse at his side on the bed.

“So when are we doing this again?” you pant heavily and hear a beautiful sound beside you. The sound of Aaron laughing.

Sometimes you worry if he’s embarrassed by you. I mean, you’re a few years shy of 20 years younger than him. You’re still in school. He was starting college by the time you were out of diapers. He runs a whole goddamn unit of the FBI and you’re still a student. You both are in entirely separate places in life, how do you reconcile that? It’s not as if he keeps you secret. Jessica knows you and you met his son Jack one time. Besides, you’re not really showing him off either. Not that you have many people to show him off to.

Like said, it’s been weeks since you’ve seen him which has just left you to sit around and overthink just about everything.

Aaron is working a case in DC. You saw the news reports the other day. Women were turning up dead in alleyways behind popular nightclubs and bars in the downtown area. Despite this horrifying news, you were happy when he told you the case was at home. It meant less travel. Less travel means Aaron is less tired. Which means more sex for you. And god, did you need sex.

It’s your friend’s 27th birthday and in an attempt to keep her from crying about getting a year older, you and a group of friends promised to go out drinking with her. You reach for your phone to check for any messages from Aaron. You would drop all your plans if he told you he was coming over tonight. There is one new message but it’s not exactly the text you were hoping for.

From: Aaron:

Please be safe for the next few days. Don’t go anywhere alone. Call me if there’s any trouble or if you need anything at all.”

You furrow your brows. It’s not news that Aaron cares about you and wants to look out for you but usually while on a case it’s radio silence from him. Yes, if you were really in danger he would want you to call immediately, but usually, he tells you he needs to focus on the job and nothing else. You dismiss the text, chalking it up to the presence of a serial killer in the city you both live in. Hell, you were pretty freaked out too. You had seen the girls on the news, 20-30, with your hair color and around your height.

You let out a long sigh, knowing you are most definitely not getting laid tonight. It’s time to get stupid drunk with your friends and enjoy your night anyway.

It does not take long for you and all your friends to reach the perfect level of sloppy drunk. Seeing as you all haven’t been out in months, what with some of you pursuing real jobs, grad school, med school, and whatnot, there hasn’t been a lot of time for screwing around as you did in college.

“So come on! You cannot still be single,” your close friend Sarah screams in your face over the music.

“It’s complicated,” you feel your words starting to string together. They’re not quite slurred but it’s getting there, “He just comes over, fucks my brains out, we spend some time together, and then it’s over.”

Your comments provoke a loud response of laughs and cheers from your friends, “So we don’t even get a name? Or a job? Or where you met him?”

“He guest lectured a course on abnormal and criminal psychology a few months ago,” You start to explain but Sarah is cutting you off before the words have left your mouth.

“Months? This has been going on for months?” You roll your eyes. The bartender places another full tray of shots in front of you guys. She nods towards a man at the edge of the bar. As you look up, he gives you a small wave and smiles. Creepy.

“No, I ran into him a few weeks after and I just gave him my number.” You down the shot, souring your face up before reaching for a lime wedge to chase it, “And then things just happened.”

“Name? Job? Age?” Another friend rattles off at you.

“Isn’t this Sarah’s birthday? Shouldn’t we be talking about her?” You try and steer the conversation away from yourself. You turn back to the bar and see that same man who sent you the shots staring at you. Even when you turn away you can feel his eyes boring into the back of your head.

“Well I want to know, so this is a birthday present,” she continues to pry and it drives you crazy. You're just not ready to share what you and Aaron have with the world.

“His name is Aaron and he works in the FBI and he’s 45,” You mumble that last part into your glass as you take a long sip.

“He’s how old?” Your friend’s jaw drops and another friend grins widely. Your face is burning hot at embarrassment and all the attention.

“Can we all just shut up and drink?” you command forcefully before downing your own.

Hotch looks down at his phone, waiting for any sign that Y/N has seen his text. He doesn’t panic though. She has a life, she’s busy. She probably has plans for the evening. Maybe she’s out… with someone. Aaron shakes his head slightly before forcing his attention to the case. But his mind wanders. Would she go out with someone? It’s not like anything between them is defined. I mean, he would never go out with anyone else. He just wants her. If she wants to go out on a date she can do whatever she wants. Yet, Hotch can’t help but feel the jealousy coursing through his body. The idea of someone else touching her… yeah, that makes him angry.

His more rational thinking takes over. Maybe she’s busy with school work. He knows how hard she’s been working on her research. He fails to hide a smile as he thinks about the way her face lights up when talking about her research. The passion she has for her work is extremely adorable...

You hear three short raps at the door, “It’s open!” you call out as you rush to get all your thoughts down on your computer. You hear the door open and the footsteps approaching.

“You leave your door unlocked? Do you realize how incredibly unsafe and unwise that is?” You can hear that Aaron probably has his stern face on, judging by the disapproval in his voice.

“I knew you were coming,” You shrug and gnaw at your bottom lip furiously as you work, “I just need one moment. I was thinking that in a controlled quantum environment...” As you start to ramble Aaron’s hands snake around your waist. He pushes your hair to the side, placing feather-light kisses along your neck.

“Mm,” He mumbles against you.

“Wait, wait,” you moan, “If you keep doing that I’m going to lose my train of thought and I will never forgive you unless you can formulate how to create thermal distrib—” He nips at your skin and gives your hips a squeeze. Your groans grow louder.

“The physics can wait,” Aaron growls against your skin, turning you around so he can passionately kiss you, “I need you now.”

The panic doesn’t ease because Aaron reaches to call you once again. You don’t pick up because well… you’re a little preoccupied drowning your liver. He thinks, if you had just given a small ok text, he would know you’re safe. But he’s panicking. He continues to panic for the next hour until something unexpected soothes that anxiety. The sound of your screaming drunken voice radiating throughout the entirety of the precinct the team is working in. But as soon as the wave of anxiety dissipates, he feels his stomach drop.

“I’m a victim here!” you screech and cement your legs in place so that the officers holding your arms are practically dragging you.

“Ma’am please!” You kick your legs violently as the officers try to seat you in a chair. They undo your handcuffs and redo them so that your hand is cuffed to the desk. “We’re understaffed and backed up so you sit here and shut up while we get you booked.”

“He was feeling me up! Under the skirt over the panties. He grabbed my ass, I’m sure I have a mark you wanna see it? He assaulted me!” you continue to screech and reach for the hem of your dress, ready to flash every cop in the precinct your ass.

“So you smashed a bottle over his head? Real ladylike,” one of the officers steps forward and holds your hand tight to keep you from lifting the dress.

“Don’t I get a phone call.” Now your words are slurred together. That last round of shots before you got arrested is hitting you hard.

“Once we book you.”

“I know a federal agent. From the FBI,” you spell out the letters obnoxiously, “Do you even know what that is?��

“Yes, I’m sure the federal government will come running to post your bail. Stay here. Don’t move,” the officer commands and you hold up your handcuffed wrist to demonstrate that you’re quite frankly incapable of going anywhere.

“Oh my god,” Prentiss lets out a small laugh from the conference room. “I can hear her through the closed doors.”

“Well, most of this room is glass and sound travels through the glass just about the same as it does air. A better insulating material would be a foam or fiberglass or even a mineral wood composite,” Reid clarifies before giving that signature tight-lipped smile.

“She is… really something,” Morgan laughs and nudges Hotch, “Hotch look.”

Hotch turns and sees what he’s dreading. He sees you, drunk out of your mind. Your skimpy dress is somehow simultaneously riding low on top and riding up on the bottom. You have a small cut lip and a little bit of blood on your dress. His brows furrow deeply. “Oh god,” he mutters under his breath.

“These cops are supposed to stay in the bars and clubs for protection. Why are they wasting time on drunk girls?” Rossi finally chimes in.

The cops finally get you settled into a chair and you kick your feet like a child. “Call the FBI! I know them.”

“Oh does she now. You guys know her?” JJ rolls her eyes and laughs, “I am so glad I never got arrested when I was in college. My parents would’ve killed me.”

“College? Girls do not look like that in college,” Morgan smirks.

“We have to focus on the case,” Hotch's jaw tightens as he sees Morgan look over your body. It’s not something new for Morgan but when he’s making those eyes at you specifically, Hotch feels that surge of jealousy again.

“Call them! Call Agent Aaron Hotchner.” You lean back and try to cross your arms, but your right hand is yanked back by the cuffs.

The team all turns to Hotch with wide eyes. “You know her?” Rossi smirks.

“Where exactly do you know her from?” Emily fights the grin growing on her lips as she looks over her stone-faced boss.

“I’m sorry what?” The cop glances down at you.

“Aaron Hotchner with the Behavioral Unit Analysis Science thing or something like that he’s in the FBI he’s unit chief. I know him.” You roll your eyes at the cop who is speechless, “Oh god. Are you that thick? A-A-R-O-N H-O-T-C-H…” you trail off the alcohol inhibiting your spelling capabilities, “N-E-R. Aaron Hotchner! Call him and he’ll tell you to let me go.”.

The cop glances at some of his coworkers before looking at the conference room. You follow his gaze and see Aaron with a large group of other well-dressed agents. “Oh fuck,” you mutter. Aaron opens the glass doors and steps out of them walking towards you.

“So how does he know this girl?” Prentiss tries her best to hide her spying on you and Aaron.

“I got money on babysitter,” Morgan nods.

“No way, she’d be with Jack right now. I’d say she met him at work." JJ leans against the desk, watching Hotch as he looks down at you, crossing his arms.

“Then we’d all have seen her before. Plus she wouldn’t be telling them she knows the FBI. She would technically be part of the FBI. Why not use that?” Rossi rubs a hand over his goatee.

“He’s sleeping with her,” Reid states simply before turning back to his geographical profile on the board.

“What?” Multiple members of the team turn in shock, not only at the statement but at the fact that Reid is the one making it.

“No way. She’s… at most 27 years old.” Morgan shakes his head, “She is not Hotch’s type.”

“Are you jealous that Hotch has more game than you?” Reid teases without turning away from his work.

“When was your last date, pretty boy? Huh?” Morgan hits him on the back of the head playfully.

“Officer.” Aaron steps in between you and the officer. Good thing, because two more minutes with that guy and you would be charged with a lot more than resisting arrest and public disturbance.

“Aaron!” you squeak, “I didn’t know you were here!”

“Well, she’s definitely not a coworker. She called him Aaron.” Rossi nods at the rest of the team still in the conference room. For a team of profilers, their attempts to hide the spying are weak at best.

“I’ll take care of her.” He doesn’t bother looking at you, but he gives the officer his best unit-chief glare.

“Sir we have a process to go through here. We’re still processing her arrest,” the officer attempts to argue with Hotch but you can see the discomfort clearly in the officer. He struggles to meet Hotch’s eyes.

“Please officer, we have much more to deal with here. I want to find this guy before another body drops. We need you out there patrolling the bars for the guys, not the drunk girls the creeps hit on.” Aaron takes on a stern voice.

“Yes agent.” The cop is visibly annoyed but isn’t willing to get into a fight with a federal agent all over your stupid drunk ass.

“Are you injured? You’re bleeding.” He grabs your chin in his calloused fingers, turning your face from side to side to assess the small cuts. You almost moan into his touch but remember the current location.

“No, no it’s someone else’s.” You turn out of his grip, trying to push his hands off.

“Someone else’s? What did you do?” Fuck. Aaron is furious with you. His arms are crossed against his chest and you can see the veins in his neck standing out. The tone he takes with you is harsh and you’re not used to him speaking with you like that… at least not used to it outside the bedroom.

“It’s not my fault okay!”

Aaron holds the bridge of his nose frustratedly, “Y/N. I have a serial killer to profile, catch, and stop from murdering innocent women. Can I just get the truth?”

“This creepy guy kept sending me and my friends drinks all night so when I went to the bar to get us another round he came over. Things got messy.” You shrug your shoulders. “Can you take off these cuffs now?” You hold out your wrists, pouting out your bottom lip. You can physically see him soften at that.

As Aaron reaches for the key and undoes the cuffs, he shakes his head at the stench of alcohol seeping out of you, “You’re gonna have to do better than things got messy.”

“I just…” You pause, knowing the details of the story are going to make him upset but he wants the truth, “I knew he was a little off. Weird and creepy and pushy, you know?” You rub your irritated wrists, “So he starts talking to me, offering me some drink. I know better than to accept a drink from a stranger so I turned him down. That's when he grabbed my arm and well… tried to cop a feel.”

“Cop a feel?” Aaron’s jaw has tightened and his hands are clenched so tightly at his sides his knuckles are pale.

“He slid his hands under my dress.” Your hand ghosts over the sore spot on your bottom where the man dug his fingers into your flesh, “He grabbed my legs and then my ass and then… and then he tried to get his hands in my underwear.” You show Aaron the red marks on your inner thigh. You’re not sure what you expect from him, but his face remains hardened. The only emotion readable on him is anger.

“The blood is from self-defense,” Aaron begins to understand.

You nod, confirming his statement, “I grabbed the first thing I could and smashed him on the head. I think I sliced his eyebrow. By the time the cops came, he was gone and I was in cuffs.”

Aaron looks back at his team in the conference room. In a poor attempt to hide their spying, they all rapidly turn their eyes to their work. He takes a few steps closer to you, his eyes looking over the red bruising on your cheek. He fights every urge to reach out and touch you, stroke your face softly and kiss your lips, “Did he hurt you? We should get a medic to check you out or–”

He doesn’t have a second to finish that thought. “Hotch, another body just dropped,” Morgan and Prentiss come rushing out of the conference room, “We’re going to the crime scene now.”

Aaron nods at his team members, “Call me if anything stands out.” The team nods and Aaron reaches for your arm, walking you towards the rest of the team, “I don’t want you alone right now. You’re going to sit here and keep quiet, understand?”

You bite your lip and look around at the team, still pretending as if they’re not listening in, “Jeez way to embarrass me, Aaron,” you mumble under your breath as you drop down into a chair with a loud sigh like a child.

JJ can’t help but come over to talk to you, “I’m Jennifer." You give her your name, "It's so nice to meet you Y/N, how do you and Hotch know each other?”

“Hotch?” you let out before quickly realizing the nickname for Aaron. You shake her hand, “Oh Agent Hotchner and I are just fuc–“

“Friends,” Aaron cuts in, “Y/N and I are friends. We have a case to get back to,” Aaron frantically changes the topic of conversation but your little comment doesn’t go unnoticed by the team members. Even Reid is smiling slightly at your comment.

You sit back in your chair and take in the sight of Agent Hotchner, Unit Chief of the BAU. The confident and commanding energy he exudes is immensely attractive. It’s not long before the agents that left for the crime scene, Morgan and Prentiss return with news for Aaron.

“Sir we found something weird at the crime scene,” Morgan steps back into the room.

“Weird?” Hotch cocks his head slightly to the side.

“There were droplets of blood over the victim’s dress but it wasn’t her own,” Morgan shakes his head.

“But you called and said she had no defensive wounds, he drugged her like the others. How could he have been injured?” Hotch turns back to the other case files.

“We’re not sure,” Emily shakes her head, “It’s possible it’s unrelated but maybe he might have been hospitalized for something recently?”

“What about any witnesses?” Hotch nods, “Any people at Churchkey bar see anything unusual? A man that was a little too forceful with women?”

You snort slightly at that, “I wouldn’t say that’s unusual for a bar.”

Hotch shoots you a hard glare that shuts you up for good, while Prentiss lets a smile shine through.

“The bar was mostly cleared out. Apparently the bar was packed earlier tonight but it cleared out after a bar fight broke out.” Morgan informs the team.

You bite your lip harshly. Aaron told you no talking but… this is more important, right? “Wait, Churchkey bar?” You finally speak up and all the agents turn their attention to you.

“What about it?”

“That’s the bar I was at tonight.” You trail off at the end of your sentence.

“You remember someone or something off?” Rossi looks over your body language.

“I think I talked to the unsub. I think... I’m the one who injured him." You unconsciously wrap your arms tightly around your body.

“You think you could walk me through the night? Tell me about him, it could really help us,” Morgan moves to sit on the edge of the desk to face you. "We could do a cognitive interview." He nods at Hotch.

"A cognitive?" You look between the two men.

"It's a memory recall exercise. We would walk you through the night and you tell us as much as you can," Morgan explains gently.

"And it could help you find him?" You ask, unsure how much you remember about him.

"You might not realize the type of details that help us form the profile." Morgan places a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Aaron clears his throat. “She’s not sober enough for a cognitive." You can tell that the fact that his personal life is bleeding into his work is driving him crazy.

“If I can help catch this creep, I want to help. I’m fine.” You touch your finger to your nose a few times in an attempt to demonstrate your sobriety.

“Then you should drink some coffee before we start,” Aaron dismissively addresses you before turning to leave, “And I’m going to want the whole truth.” He stalks off towards the interrogation room.

Rossi runs to catch up with Aaron, pulling him off to the side. “Aaron, you cannot conduct this cognitive.”

“Excuse me?” Aaron snaps, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Take a step back, pretend she’s not someone you clearly care about,” Aaron rolls his eyes at Rossi’s comment but plays along as he continues.

“She’s a young girl… just how young is she?” Rossi raises a brow at Aaron, losing his train of thought.

“Dave.” He lets out an exasperated sigh.

Rossi holds his hands up in defense, “Fine, okay. She’s a young girl, she’s a little drunk, and she’s been sexually harassed in a bar by our unsub. Who do you send in to talk to her?”

“The least intimidating figures to her,” Aaron nods.

“So definitely not the angry boyfriend who wants to kill anyone who touches her,” Rossi clarifies.

“I’ll send in JJ and Prentiss,” Hotch sighs and turns before pausing, “And I’m not her boyfriend.”

Rossi simply smiles and pats Aaron’s back, “Ok boss.”

You sit up in your chair tiredly as Emily and JJ walk into the interrogation room.

“Hi Y/N, I’m Agent Prentiss and you’ve already met Agent Jareau,” Emily sits across from you.

“He can hear us, right?” You bite your lip and look towards the glass.

“Who can hear us?” JJ takes a seat and places a file in front of you.

“Aaron.” You search the glass, knowing that you won’t be able to see him but that he definitely can see you.

“Oh uh-” Emily pauses, unsure what to say in response.

“Do you want more privacy? I can ask the agents to leave.” JJ starts to stand.

“Hearing this would help them figure who the killer is?” You’re gnawing your lip hard enough to draw blood, a nervous habit Aaron never hesitates to point out to you.

“Yes,” JJ sits back down.

“Then it’s fine.” You look over one last time, “Just make sure Aar— Agent Hotchner,” you correct yourself, “Make sure Agent Hotchner doesn’t lose his shit.”

“No promises,” Prentiss smirks and lets out a small breath, “We’re going to walk you through the night. If it gets to be too much you let us know and we’ll take a break, okay?”

Well, now you’re really nervous. You let out a small breath, “Okay.” You close your eyes as Agent Prentiss starts.

“You’re in the bar. It’s crowded…”

“Y/N I think he really likes you,” your friend Sarah laughs. “Come on go talk to him.”

“No, I really shouldn’t.” You feel dizzy and light on your feet from the alcohol the man has been plying you and your friends with.

“Why?” Another friend chimes in, “Big strong Agent Hotchner going to punish you for talking to another guy?” Your friends taunt you playfully.

You smile widely at them, “Yes, yes he will.”

“You naughty, naughty girl!” Sarah laughs. You feel eyes on you and look back to the man at the bar. He’s hunched over in his stool. He looks nervous, but he smiles sheepishly at you and waves. It’s not long before he’s calling the bartender over again and pointing at you animatedly.

“Next round is on me,” you say softly to your friends, keeping your eyes on the man’s face, memorizing every detail you can. His face is young but worn and tired. The wrinkles on his forehead tell you he frowns a lot. They’re lines that appear on Aaron’s face too. You think about how you tease Aaron about smiling more. God, you miss Aaron right now. You wish he was here to make you feel safe. As you walk up to the bar, your presence causes the man to stand up and move closer.

“I was going to order you and your friends more drinks. I ordered you a vodka soda. It’s what you’ve been drinking all night, right?” He stutters slightly as he talks to you. He slides a glass over to you, but you know better. Strange man... drink that you didn’t see the bartender actually make... no way.

“I was actually going to order a beer,” you try to reject the glass, “You take the vodka soda though. You’ll see why they’ve been my go-to all night. He’s been making them very strong.” You look at the bartender, ordering a beer. You pray that the young bartender senses your discomfort.

“Come on it’s a harmless drink.” The strange man moves into you, pushing the glass closer. “You have the drink, we’ll get to know each other better… you’ll like it. I can make you like it.”

Thinking about his words sends chills down your spine. You have to take a moment to let out a shaky breath.

“Are you sure you want to continue listening to this?” Rossi eyes Hotch. Hotch’s face is contorted so harshly into a mixture of anger, disgust, and sadness. His neck muscles tense, his arms are tightly crossed against his body. He doesn’t even acknowledge Rossi.

“Can you keep going?” JJ eyes your face. You nod.

“No thank you, and no more drinks for my friends and I. We can get our own drinks.” You turn to grab your beer but soon the man stops you. He grabs your wrist tightly, placing his other hand behind your back. He pulls you flush against him. His rough, calloused fingertips grab and scratch up your thighs, under the dress. He grabs your ass so hard you want to scream out. He continues to trail his fingers up, hooking around your panties and—

A sickening shattering noise and cracking erupt as you swing the beer bottle at his head. The man screams. “You bitch!” He slaps your face. You stumble back, falling on the floor, cutting your hands on the broken glass from the bottle. Your skin is sticky with alcohol and you glance down at the blood on your dress. The bar grows louder. The commotion intensifies. You feel a friend’s hands wrap around your arms pulling you up off the ground.

“Wait he—!” You look around for the man but he’s nowhere to be found.

“Not long after that I was being shoved into a cop car and escorted here.” You finally open your eyes and look at the two agents.

“I can make you like it?” Emily asks you to clarify. She speaks slowly clearly enunciating her words but you can hear the disgusted tone in her voice.

“That’s exactly what he said.” You wrap your arms around yourself, “Does that all help?”

“Yes, yes it does,” JJ reaches out to touch your hand gently. Your eyes flick back to the one-way glass. You can’t see Aaron but you can tell he’s probably fuming. He probably has that signature scowl on his face.

“Am I—” You clear your throat and try to adjust your dress for more modesty, “Can I go?” Prentiss gives you a sad, pity-filled smile and nods. You stand up quickly and exit the room in a rush, colliding with Aaron’s strong chest as you do. You look up into his eyes and you see something in his face you’ve never seen in all the times you've been with him: sadness. You bury your face into his chest and his arms wrap tightly around you. “I was scared,” You choke out as his large, warm hands rub circles into your back, “I needed you.” You ball up his shirt in your fists. You’re not one to cry easily, but your body shakes as you breathe heavily.

“I know,” his voice cracks as he rests his chin on top of your head. He runs one hand over your hair softly, shushing you gently, “I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

You pull away from his chest and frantically pull his lips down to yours. A strong hand goes to your back, holding you close to him. You hear the interrogation room door open behind you, the two agents stepping out, but neither you nor Aaron break the kiss. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you,” Aaron breathes against your lips, pulling you back into a tight hug. “You’re safe here with me now.”

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You lift the heavy metal knocker and let it slam down twice, waiting for the door to open. When it does, Rossi envelops you in his arms, a wide smile spreading across his lips. He grabs your face tightly, kissing each cheek joyfully. “Bellissimo! I’m so glad you could make it.” Rossi places a gentle hand on your back and leads you inside.

You walk into the crowded kitchen and the members of the BAU all turn and smile back at you. Aaron moves towards you and quickly gives you a soft kiss on your lips. “I’m so happy you’re here."

“I’m so glad you’re finally home.” You pull away from Aaron to make the rounds hugging the people who are like family to you at this point.

Morgan wraps a friendly arm around your shoulder and can’t help but tease Aaron, “Hotch, you couldn’t be bothered to pick up your girl?” He turns to smile at you while Aaron shakes his head.

“I had to stop by the research lab so I just had my classmate Tyler drop me off after we finished up." You shrug.

“Tyler, huh?” Rossi grins, hoping to rile up Aaron a little.

“Is he cute?” JJ chimes in with a laugh.

Aaron quickly clears his throat, hoping to change topics. He raises his brows at you, “So do you want to share the news or should I do it for you?”

“Oh my god, you’re totally preggers!” Garcia squeals and runs to hug you again. You glance at Aaron and can only laugh.

“No, no.” You smile as she pulls away and you look at the shocked faces of everyone in the kitchen, even Aaron looks a little rattled. You playfully nudge his arm, “See what you did? Always causing trouble.”

“Me? If I recall correctly you’re the one who got arrested for being drunk off your ass and trying to fight a serial killer.” His comment elicits a series of small laughs from everyone.

"Yeah and it helped you catch him, so really you all should thank me for being drunk." You playfully argue with Aaron. "Anyway, the actual news. No, I'm not pregnant." You point at Penelope as she opens her mouth to say something else.

“You’re looking at the proud new owner of a Ph.D. in physics!” You do a small cheesy spin as the rest of the team congratulates you, “Handed in my final thesis paper today.” Aaron smiles proudly as you move back to his side.

“Yeah that’s great and all but you’re still two Ph.D.s behind me.” Spencer can’t help but tease you. In the past year, he’s become one of your closest friends, especially since Aaron can’t even seem to begin to understand your thesis research.

“All right cool it kid.” You joke with him.

“Kid? I’m older than you.” Spencer laughs. Aaron comes closer to wrap his arm around your waist. The gesture is comforting and just this touch sends waves of pleasure through your body.

“Reid might have two more Ph.D.s than you but he’s got nothing on your good looks.” Prentiss winks at you.

“She’s got that right,” Aaron smirks as he kisses your cheek gently.

“Ok, ok, enough small talk.” You feel your face flush, “I came here to learn some cooking from chef Rossi, not talk about how hot I am.” You see Aaron roll his eyes with a smile and you pull him close as Rossi starts the demonstration.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Aaron has his arms wrapped around you from behind. He speaks softly so only you can hear.

“I know,” You smile, happiness flooding through your body, “I love you too.”

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Sesskag Week: Day One ‘Green’

Title: Stop me if you’ve heard this one before

Summary: Kagome witnesses Inuyasha and Kikyo in another loving embrace and runs away, stumbling straight into Sesshoumaru that moonlit night. (My attempt at an old fandom trope.)

Rated T

Words: 4,000

You can read this on Ao3, Dokuga and Fanfiction.net

AN: I just wanted to try my hand at an old sesskag fandom trope that I reckon was in the height of popularity from the early 2000s- 2010s. Other tropes from that time included Abusive Inuyasha, no one knowing what the canon end or final battle was like, and mokomoko being sentient. Ah...old memories. If this fic feels like it's from a bygone era, well...that was the intention lol. For Sesskag Week Day One - Green.

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Standing frozen stiff, Kagome stared ahead. A gasp remained locked behind her teeth. Slim fingers dug into the bark of a tree she'd hidden behind, gazing around the trunk towards a couple cradling each other tightly.

This was the second time. The first had hit harder inside her chest, the slam of heartbreak cracking the fragile shell of first love that had closed around her heart.

But she'd made a promise to Inuyasha; to remain by his side. She needed to get over this haze of green misting her eyes, the jealousy roaring through her veins. Inuyasha and Kikyo used to be lovers, it was perfectly natural and humane to want to hold his lost love.

That didn't make it any easier to see.

In fact, the emotion welling up in her throat threatened to burst louder than before. Fearing the strength of her own reaction, Kagome stepped back. She took another, then another, whirling around to flee into pitch-black darkness.

I wanted to be more mature about this, she thought. The tears stinging her eyes bespoke of her anger, worry, and heartache- like an old wound had been freshly ripped open anew.

Kagome couldn't be understanding or mature, not like poised Lady Kikyo likely could. Kagome was 15, emotive and sparking. She was fire, passion, a roaring flame of anger that could climb so high nothing would stifle it.

Stumbling over tree roots in the dark, quiet woods, Kagome ran blind. When she felt that she'd covered enough ground, far away from the lover's embrace, she stopped abruptly in the middle of a meadow. Sweat beading her temple and throat burning, she threw back her head.

And yelled.

She threw all turbulent emotions into it, crying so loud her windpipe protested. The noise became horse and broken before she stopped.

Standing within that moonlit clearing, Kagome caught her breath, tears threatening to spill over.

"Must you make such noise in the dead of night?" a steady voice drawled.

Her chest constricted, breath halting. Shadows peeled off from the trees, a figure revealing itself under the moonlight.

Kagome blinked hard, trying to fight tears as Sesshoumaru stepped closer. She moved back to keep distance, vaguely wary. Shit, she'd forgotten her weapons.

He wasn't an enemy per se anymore but they weren't exactly allies either. Since he'd adopted that human girl, they seemed to be in more of a stalemate. Nonetheless, the caprice of the Killing Perfection's moods were unpredictable.

"M-my bad, I didn't think anyone was around."

"You cried like a wounded animal," his lips curved, as though enjoying the thought. "Take heed, girl; such wailing will disturb demons with keen hearing- and not all are as forgiving as I tonight."

"Right, duly noted," she mumbled, rubbing her arm. Damn it. She'd just wanted a place to cry. Sesshoumaru was the last person she wanted to feel vulnerable around.

Golden eyes slid up to observe something beyond the trees. Turning to follow his line of sight, her chest constricted- glimpsing a trailing soul collector in the sky.

"Inuyasha's dead priestess uses those creatures, does she not?"

"Y-yeah, they're Kikyo's soul collectors."

His attention returned to her face, resting heavily there. It disquieted her until at length, he finally made a noise. "...Hn."

The Daiyouki smoothly pivoted, walking out of her available vision to meld within thick darkness again, but she sensed him linger beneath the trees, perhaps taking a seat.

"Keep the snivelling to a minimum."

Kagome startled, blue eyes widening. The first tear fell- closely followed by the second. Soon a stream of them flooded down her face, and she crumpled to her knees, palm clasped tight over her mouth as she tried not to sob.

She wasn't sure how or why. How she could suddenly fall apart in front of him when Kagome prided herself on not crying in front of anyone if it were possible. The why also remained a mystery- why did he invite her to stay? Sesshoumaru was not a charitable sort. Perhaps his sadistic streak enjoyed the salt of endless tears.

Kagome stayed there, quivering in the moonlit clearing for a good while, grass cushioning her bare legs, arms wrapped around herself protectively. When at last the sobs abated, she shakily stood.

Without a word to the demon who had watched her like a voyer of her pain, Kagome headed towards the village after piecing herself back together.

She couldn't see Sesshoumaru's expression, nor the way in which citrine eyes followed her figure until she stepped out of sight.

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It wasn't like Kagome cried after every damn encounter with Kikyo, though they did leave her worn and exhausted. She felt mighty proud of not bursting into sobs the second Inuyasha's eyes lingered on her a little too long. But Kagome could bear that. She could bear many things.

It was fine, totally fine. She was fine!

Until she wasn't.

It had been two months since that emotional night and thankfully Sesshoumaru hadn't acknowledged her fine display of despair and teenage hormones. In fact, he seemed a little quieter during their encounters while hunting for Naraku, pinpointing her amidst her friends and eyeing her carefully sometimes.

So it was with mild surprise that Kagome stumbled into him again on one such occasion where she needed a good cry. And then again a few weeks after- followed by another encounter near a waterfall a month later. Every time, Sesshoumaru said nothing. He merely waited a respectable distance away, not particularly looking at, nor acknowledging her sorrow as she let out pent up frustrations.

What should be an immensely private thing had changed. Kagome wasn't sure what to feel about it, especially when he began erecting barriers around the area.

Almost like he was ensuring her privacy while continuing to invade it himself.

"W-why…?" she choked out one evening, sitting upon a log with only the Daiyoukai for company. Inuyasha and the others were none the wiser, sitting back at camp further within the forest. "Why are you here, hanging around? Is it fun for you to watch this?" her anger simmered, misdirected.

Sesshoumaru's lazy gaze slid over to her, reclining at the base of a tree. He huffed, drawing a knee up to gracefully drape an arm over it. "Your wailing is an assault on my hearing, I derive no pleasure from this."

"Then what's the deal? I find it hard to believe you're doing it for me."

"Hn, you are correct, I am not," he freely admitted. "This act of concealment is out of acknowledgement. Warriors must not show weakness in battle, nor to anyone but a select few. I am merely ensuring your wish to hide your pain is successful since you are so terrible at doing it yourself," inhuman eyes pinned her in place. Her breath stalled at their intensity. "Your desire to conceal tears and weakness is unexpected for one as emotional as you."

Kagome picked at her fingers. "It's not out of a sense of duty or warrior pride as you seem to think. I just don't like burdening people with my problems. Only...all this energy piles up and explodes out as anger at Inuyasha anyway, I'm not suppressing or hiding anything at the end of the day," she gave a self-deprecating smile. Letting out a long whoosh of air from her lungs, Kagome turned to him.

"For what it's worth, thanks. For uh- concealing me. I still think it's odd that you're going to all this trouble but I'm grateful."

He arched a brow, unruffled and outwardly placid.

Wiping the remaining tears away, she gave a weak smirk. "Urgh, I blubber so loudly over a guy I really shouldn't be in love with. Kinda stupid."

"Indeed," he drawled without sympathy, glancing away.

"And you're still a jerk," she hummed, smiling slightly. But a weird, considerate one. Was it possible to be both considerate and a jerk?

Sesshoumaru did not look at her, tilting his head back to gaze at the branches overhead.

"You 'blubber' so loud a 'barrier' is necessary in order to keep your privacy. Inuyasha would catch your scent otherwise."

"Can Naraku see us like this?"

"The barrier does not mask us from sight, it merely hides scent. It is effective on Inuyasha and other demons but the spider could easily survey us from a distance."

Kagome sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Gotcha," she murmured, falling into a strangely companionable silence with him, before asking; "have you ever been in love?"

His reply was immediate and crisp; "no. Such things are for fanciful beings."

Biting her lip to keep from mentioning his 'Great and Powerful Father' had fallen victim to such fanciful things too, she hummed.

Sesshoumaru frowned in her direction. "Speak."

"I just think- when you do experience love, it's gonna knock you off your feet."

He sneered, "you think yourself an expert on the subject?"

"Gods no! Do I look like one?" Kagome grinned, gesturing to her tear-stained cheeks.

Sesshoumaru searched her face, visibly relaxing slightly. He tilted his head, surveying his sharp nails. "For what it is worth, if I had an opinion on the matter- which I do not," he assured. "I should think your fanciful 'love' emotion is not supposed to cause such pain. I question your dedication to it."

"My feelings for Inuyasha aren't something I can turn off. Believe me, I would if I could," shifting she gazed up at the stars, smiling gently. "Wow, Ursa Major looks so clear and close tonight."

Youki brushed her senses, her only warning. Soft grass crunched beneath boots as Sesshoumaru joined her on the log, sitting beside her. Mokomoko brushed the exposed skin of her knee. His eyes narrowed. "You are referring to the stars?"

Kagome blinked with surprise at his sudden piqued interest, raising a hand to point them out. "Yeah, a constellation. Ursa Major starts there and ends there," her finger drifted.

Sesshoumaru's blank features became lofty, huffing. "That is the incorrect name for it. Those stars are called Satoko."

"Who told you that?"

"My instructor when I was young. And this collection," he reached out, plucking her hand out of the air and redirecting her point to another constellation, "is Mineko, a volcano spirit."

Her skin burned at the contact, feeling his calloused palm, rough from years of training- clasping the back of her hand. Kagome blinked, feeling strange. Her stomach jumped, and she felt grateful and confused when he released her.

"I-I see! Tell me more about them, are they linked to your demonic heritage?" Kagome asked, flexing burning fingers in her lap.

Even hours afterwards, the sensation of warmth and strong youki flitting over her flesh continued to itch at her skin.

---

"I don't want to talk to you! JUST BACK OFF!"

Inuyasha's expression flickered, open hurt briefly appearing before white ears pinned flat to his skull. "FINE! Go running home again, see if I care!"

Kagome stormed away, hands balled into fists. She didn't call for Kirara to fly her to the well, she couldn't be bothered to haul herself back to the future and continue their long and tired trend of long-distance pining followed by disgruntled reconciliation.

She was tired.

Miroku, Sango and Shippo were tired too, judging from the multiple sighs sounding out behind her.

Before she could step out of earshot, she heard the monk murmuring to Inuyasha, encouraging him to follow her and make up. Likely to save everyone the hassle of another drawn-out spat.

Oh no.

Hadn't anyone listened to what she'd said? She didn't want to be chased in some coy 'let's have a fake argument' way. Real hurt and bone-weary annoyance soured her mood.

Hurrying away, Kagome began to run alongside a stream, jogging through a sparse forest and hoping to put distance between them. So lost in her thoughts of avoiding the Hanyou was she that Kagome burst through a youki barrier without noticing, glancing over her shoulder with paranoia.

By the time she detected wafts of steam brushing her skin, it was too late to stop. She gaped upon facing forward, almost crashing headfirst into a well-sculpted chest.

Long strands of silver against bare skin caught Kagome's dazed attention, gaze travelling up to find golden eyes staring down at her. Sesshoumaru paused half-naked before a hot-spring he'd likely intended on bathing in, tipping his head to one side in a silent demand for explanation.

"Kagome!" a distant voice resounded through the trees.

Panic erupted inside Kagome's heart and she turned to the demon. Her hands latched onto his remaining arm, blue eyes stinging.

"Please..."

She couldn't articulate what she wanted, even though it was so simple. Something thick clogged her throat.

The Daiyoukai lifted his attention to the trees. He then moved swiftly.

Sesshoumaru tossed his red and white hankimono over her, enclosing it tight around her body. It shielded Kagome from sight as her vision became swallowed by white silks.

Kagome jolted as a hard force shoved her down into dewy grass that perspired from heady steam saturating the air. Before she could react to the plains of a lean body pressing against hers, his weight pinning her to the ground, she heard branches shaking. Twigs snapping.

Her loafers were ripped off her feet, tossed somewhere further away. Likely out of sight. She heard them clatter over the sound of her drumming heartbeat, unable to see what was going on.

"What the- Sesshoumaru!" Inuyasha snarled, sounding slightly out of breath. "The fuck are you doing, hanging around here?"

A clawed hand minded the folds of the hankimono apart just enough to expose the side of Kagome's cheek- firm lips pressing against it. She stiffened. Sesshoumaru kissed her skin heatedly, his sigh billowing hot breath over her sensitive skin.

"Clearly I am enjoying myself with a woman. Do not interrupt, whelp."

Kagome could barely breathe, face turning steadily red. She lay frozen, reeling.

"Keh, whatever. Just tell me if you've seen Kagome pass through here."

He must not be able to smell me...

"Can you not keep tabs on a simple miko, brother?" Sesshoumaru purred, his hand gliding over her covered thigh, stroking back and forth. "Did she flee from you? I cannot say I blame her."

A snarl ripped through the hot springs. "Piss off! I'll find her myself!"

Furious sounds of bushes being slashed aside rang out, Inuyasha's swears becoming fainter as he drew further and further away.

Left with a demon straddling her and enclosed in luxurious silks, Kagome exhaled. She blinked, briefly dazed as the cover was lifted from her face, eyes adjusting. Dappled sunlight stretched across Sesshoumaru's face as he lingered close with an unreadable expression.

Kagome swallowed. "Thanks," she managed to say.

She's never been this close to a guy before, well not like this, anyway. Inuyasha carried her on his back or occasionally in his arms if the situation got dire, and they'd hugged. But this felt different.

Sesshoumaru braced himself over her using his one available arm, corded muscles leading down to a tapered waist. He was handsome in an aristocratic, cold sort of way – all hard angles and sharp edges. Her polar opposite. The heat of his bare skin bled through her school uniform, their hips melded together, and Kagome was struck by something painfully obvious that had eluded her until now.

There were...other options besides just Inuyasha.

Clearly, the Hanyou knew this little nugget too, since he flitted between herself and Kikyo.

But really, Kagome hadn't given it much thought. Hojo liked her but was easily dismissed. Kouga liked her but she'd always been too busy to really give him a chance.

And Sesshoumaru?

Her attention was helplessly fixed on him while the demon craned his neck down, scenting her hair.

Sesshoumaru had never been on the table before. Did he even look at her like that?

Golden eyes slanted to meet her, half-lidded. Her stomach did a flip, thighs twitching. Soft pink lips parted, and his attention flew to her mouth, lingering.

Before she could say anything, Inuyasha's voice sounded out somewhere close by again. "Damn it, Kagome! Just come out! Quit hiding!"

Kagome found herself sighing- stilling when she caught Sesshoumaru's dark rumble. His lips peeled back with displeasure, body leaning up and away from hers, climbing off.

Remaining sprawled on the ground for a moment, she calmed her racing heart. Picking herself up unsteadily, Kagome unwrapped the hankimono from around herself, awkwardly folding it as best she could and handing it back.

"I better go."

He inclined his head. "Until next time."

Next time.

Her gut wrenched. The next time she became upset with Inuyasha chasing after Kikyo. Oh wow. It really had become something so commonplace it felt inevitable.

That wasn't right or normal. That wasn't how she wanted to live, was it? Anticipating one crying session after another?

"Actually, let's meet up," she said, setting her shoulders back.

Surprise brightened his gaze. Sesshoumaru's lips twitched, "meet up, hm? You make it sound like an illicit affair."

Her expression darkened, "no. I'm not into that," she snipped, pushing her vindictive mood down. This was not an offer out of petty revenge. She just wanted to see him out of choice for once. "I brought a telescope. Let's use it tomorrow when it gets dark."

He agreed to it, watching her leave in that quiet, interested way he usually did. Kagome glanced back in time to see him partially turned away- hankimono clenched in his grip and lifted to his nose in a careful inhale.

---

Kagome actually felt quite happy about the meeting. Anticipation had raced through her veins during the entire day, though she didn't breathe a word about it to her friends.

After finishing up her food, she'd hung around camp late into the evening, before inching away with a weak excuse.

She didn't notice Inuyasha's keen eyes trailing after her, too preoccupied with hurrying around a nearby waterfall and retrieving her telescope that she'd hidden behind some rocks earlier.

Carrying the heavy thing up to the crest of a decently sized hill, she staggered upon finding the Daiyoukai already awaiting her at the top.

Kagome stopped and stared. She then felt a genuine smile curve her lips. How strange, that he could invoke such a reaction.

"Did I keep you waiting?"

Sesshoumaru lifted his chin haughtily, grunting. "I am not some lost puppy following you around, miko. I sensed your approach from my camp and generously decided not to stand you up."

Kagome grinned. What a big response. Almost like he was lying.

Giggling softly to herself, she arranged the telescope set, angling it up to face the distant cosmos. "Okay, you're gonna love this. I'm going to bore you with astrology and point out zodiac signs."

"These fancy foreign words do not sound boring," he uttered, leaning in close to view the stars with faint amazement, perhaps not anticipating the clarity of their view. Kagome felt his hip brush her side, her cheeks immediately blazing red. She tried to temper her reaction but failed miserably, looking at him briefly.

His placid features were much too close, familiar dark youki humming in the space between them. Comforting. Golden eyes met hers, ever watchful. Waiting.

"Sesshoumaru!"

They immediately flew apart as though they'd been doing something scandalous, Kagome's heart leaping into her throat.

Inuyasha stood a little ways away, teeth on display, hand resting on his sword. "Get the hell away from her!"

"Inuyasha- wait," she tried to cut in, but Sesshoumaru was quicker. Lifting his remaining hand, he fed youki into it, allowing deadly fingers to elongate into murderous talons. However, much to her surprise, he faced Kagome while flexing them.

"I will kill her if I please, Inuyasha," he rumbled. "She is a mere fanciful human."

Blue eyes widened, but Kagome clocked onto what he was doing immediately. It lingered there under his calm features that he tried to harden into contempt.

He was playing the villain. For her.

Likely out of some misguided desire to keep everything at the status quo, because he believed it would be easier on them both if they weren't seen as friends. Everything halted inside Kagome. She felt like she'd been coasting through her days without really questioning it.

"Bastard!" Inuyasha snarled, ripping his sword from its sheath.

With a strange sense of calm, Kagome raised her head. She then stepped in between them both, placing her fingers atop Sesshoumaru's sharp, transformed ones.

"That's enough," she said quietly, lowering his large hand.

"K-Kagome? What're you doing? Get back!"

"I said; that's enough, Inuyasha!" Kagome grit her teeth, tension gripping her fiercely- until it abruptly left all at once, rendering her exhausted.

"We need to talk," she said softly, gazing at him meaningfully.

Inuyasha blinked, lowering his sword as his ears pricked and lowered.

Turning to Sesshoumaru, she smiled weakly. "We're going to have to cut this meeting short, sorry."

"We can always reschedule."

Kagome gentled, a warmth pooling inside her that she hoped to revisit soon. However, the Daiyoukai hadn't made it three steps away before familiar laughter spread over the vast countryside beyond their hill.

Miasma leaked out of the sky, waning flowers on their stalks and killing the grass, rendering it dulled brown.

Naraku appeared in all his true, villainous glory- at exactly the wrong time nobody wanted to deal with him. However, absolutely no one could ignore this fight, as a completed Shikon jewel rested in the palm of his hand.

Kagome's stomach dropped. She automatically accepted her bow and arrows from Sango and Miroku when they arrived, looking grim-faced and out of breath. Inuyasha lifted his sword again with determination blazing in his eyes.

The Final Battle had begun.

---

They say 'time heals all wounds.'

Kagome would like to have a word with whoever 'they' were because this sentiment proved false. Time muted pain. It concealed it under layers of civilian life, responsibilities, family dinners and get togethers with friends, but her deep wound never really healed. The pervasive desire to return back to a life that had been stolen from her.

She couldn't say it had been perfect in the Feudal Era but she still missed it terribly. Missed her friends, travelling, exploring, strengthening her burgeoning powers.

She also missed someone she hadn't anticipated longing to speak to.

After killing Naraku and getting her hands on the jewel, Kagome had made her wish;

'I wish Kikyo would come back to life.'

It had resulted in trapping Kagome in the future, the Bone Eater's Well closing, barring entrance. She'd figured the look on Inuyasha's face had almost been worth it, his gob-smacked expression kind of hilarious.

Perhaps the wish had been an out of nowhere impulse. Who knew. All Kagome knew was that a part of her had died that day on the hill with the telescope- the candle of first love snuffing out. She still cared for Inuyasha of course, she wouldn't have wished Kikyo alive otherwise, but the act said something. They'd never be anything more than friends.

After trying her hand at dating a few boys in class, Kagome had broken up with them and remained single for the better part of a year. There wasn't anything wrong with them, per se, but it had felt disingenuous.

It wasn't them she wanted to speak to.

At the age of 18, the miko got her chance. Inexplicably, and without warning or provocation, the well reopened again one night.

Kagome stirred awake, lured downstairs by the promise of magic. It pulsed strongly like before, so she slid her legs over the rim of the well without fear that it would be a oneway trip.

Leaping down while still clad in her patchwork style pyjamas, dark hair whipped upwards as blue light swallowed her whole.

Immediately the smell of city smoke was replaced with distinct smells of petrichor. Fresh scents guided her feet to land gently on the bottom of the well, looking up at dark, cloudy skies.

Climbing out and feeling moisture lingering in the air dampening her hair, Kagome looked up, breath hitching.

The clearing looked exactly the same. Achingly nostalgic.

It sprawled empty and lonesome, awaiting her in complete silence. Kagome noticed the dirt disturbed around the well from how often she and Inuyasha had travelled through it.

Breath catching, hot tears stung her eyes.

Laughing weakly to herself, Kagome tried to rub them away in vain, more rolling down her cheeks. Unlike the usual times though, these were happy tears. Relief threatened to buckle her knees.

"I'm home," she shuddered.

"...Welcome back."

Snapping her head up, Kagome swallowed an embarrassing noise, warmth melting into her expression. She took a step, and then another, walking over to Sesshoumaru as he stood a little ways away, moonlight highlighting his hair.

"Y-you're here?"

Golden eyes flitted over her face, gentling a touch. He reached out and brushed pale knuckles against her jaw, catching tears upon it. "I sensed you. As usual, you blubber too loud, miko."

Choking on a sob, Kagome laughed, catching his hand and pressing her lips to the inside of his wrist.

Sesshoumaru stiffened, attention zeroing in on her. Kagome held his gaze as best she could with watery eyes, smiling.

"Date me," she stated plainly.

No second-guessing, no 'will they, won't they?' no more pining or questioning. Kagome refused to do it again.

He seemed somewhat taken aback by her forwardness for a moment, before a strange kind of intensity livened his expression. He wound his single arm around her waist, pulling her in close.

"What boldness, Kagome," he purred, lips ghosting the side of her ear. "But you can do better than that. Are you certain that is all you want from me?"

Kagome blushed hotly, shifting to catch his eye and smirk. "I just made it back here after three years. Let me catch my breath," she teased, hooking a hand under his yellow obi. "But...yeah, I might want more soon, you jerk."

Sesshoumaru rumbled with approval, swiftly ending the charade of teasing and swooping in. His lips claimed hers firmly, and it was not a kind, sweet kiss but she didn't mind, pressing herself against him. His tongue delved into her mouth, brushing against hers as a clawed hand snaked up into dark hair, gripping tight.

Smiling against his mouth, Kagome trying her best to keep up with his rough kiss as he bit and sucked her lips, inhaling her scent. He almost seemed elated, kissing her so quick and eagerly, like he'd been starving for it.

Out of curiosity, Kagome slid her palm over his chest, finding his heart racing.

Sesshoumaru broke away to plant heated kisses against her neck. He panted, the hand in her hair shaking with want of her.

Kagome stared, slowly looping her arms around his shoulders. "You...want me?" she said quietly like an obvious revelation. It felt so strange and surreal.

He huffed with amusement against her lips. "Hn, it appears you have made me fanciful, miko."

Brightening and smiling widely, Kagome pushed up on tip-toe. Guiding his mouth down with palms cradling his striped cheeks, she kissed him again, pouring every powerful emotion left unsaid into it.

End

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