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The D scenario was way too sad, author, I'm begging for you to make it up for our sad rockstar cowboy/cowgirl đđș
hereâs the pt. 1 of this.
the phone call ended with a terrible finality. the sound of Dâs voice cutting off mid-sentence felt like a door slamming shut, loud and unmistakable.
you stood in your new york city apartment, one hand still gripping the phone, the other clenched at your side. your heart was racing, every beat a thud of regret, anger, and guilt. the city hummed outside your window, a discordant symphony of car horns and distant chatter, but you barely noticed it. all you could hear was Dâs voice echoing in your head, sharp and raw: âiâm here, waiting by the damn phone every night like someâsome patheticââ
you ran a hand through your hair, pulling at the roots as you began pacing back and forth across the narrow strip of space between the kitchenette and the window. the floorboards creaked under your weight, an old buildingâs way of reminding you it was there, but it couldnât anchor you.
âwhat is wrong with me?â you muttered, your voice harsh in the quiet room.
your anger had already started to unravel, leaving only the jagged edges of shame. you replayed the conversation in your head, your own voice rising, defensive and cold. and then Dâs, breaking apart in places they hadnât meant to let you hear.
D wasnât needy. not really. at least not to you. they were just... D. passionate, fiery, always a little too much and never quite enough, all at the same time. and youâyou were a mess in your own way, carrying your ambitions like armor and forgetting, sometimes, to reach out from behind it.
you slumped onto the couch, your elbows on your knees, your head in your hands. this wasnât who you wanted to be. this wasnât the kind of partner you wanted to be.
after what felt like hours, you finally sat back, exhaling shakily. the truth was as clear as it was painful: youâd both been wrong. neither of you was handling this well. the distance, the texts, the callsâit was a pressure cooker, and tonight it had finally boiled over.
but you loved D. that thought settled over you like a weight and a balm all at once. you loved them, and love meant showing up, not just when it was convenient, but especially when it wasnât.
you grabbed your phone, fingers flying over the screen as you pulled up flight options. austin. friday night. it wasnât exactly cheap, but money wasnât an issue. you booked the ticket before you could overthink it, the confirmation email lighting up your inbox a second later.
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the week passed in a haze of classes and half-hearted meals. every time your phone buzzed, your stomach twisted, but the messages were always mundane. updates from classmates, a sale alert from your favorite store. nothing from D.
by the time friday rolled around, you were vibrating with nerves. your luggage was packed and sitting by the door. you made sure your phone was fully charged, and set your alarm two hours earlier than necessary. you checked on your luggage three times before finally locking it and hauling it out of the apartment.
the subway station was crowded, the air thick with the smell of metal and sweat. you stood with one hand on your phone, your other clutching your bag, eyes darting to the mytransit nyc app and the digital displays above to make sure you donât miss the subway leaving for the airport. five more minutes to go.
and then you saw them.
at first, it didnât register. just another figure in the sea of commuters near the turnstiles, fumbling with a yellow metrocard at the machine. but then they turned, and your heart stopped.
D.
they looked different here, out-of-place but somehow not. the edges of their leather jacket were fraying, and their doc martens were scuffed, a sharp contrast to the polished shoes and sleek coats of the people bustling around them. but their eyesâthose stormy gray eyes you could pick out in a crowd of thousandsâwere unmistakable.
D saw you at the same moment.
for a second, neither of you moved. the station swirled around you, a blur of noise and movement, but it might as well have been silent.
then, like magnets, you were drawn together. you barely registered your feet moving, barely noticed the way people swerved to avoid you. and then you were there, your arms around D, their arms around you, and it was everything.
the kiss was messy, desperate, and entirely too public. you could feel Dâs hands shaking where they gripped your shoulders, could taste the salt of what might have been tears.
when you finally pulled back, your foreheads pressed together, you were both laughing breathlessly.
âw-what are you doing here?â you asked, the words tumbling out between shaky breaths.
D gave a sheepish smile, one hand rubbing at the back of their neck.
âi was coming to see you. i couldnâtââ their voice caught, and they shook their head, trying again. âi couldnât stand it. i couldnât stand being apart anymore.â
âi was on my way to the airport,â you said, still holding onto them like they might vanish if you let go. âi booked a flight to austin. i was coming to apologize. to fix this.â
Dâs arms tightened around you, their eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your chest ache.
âyou donât need to apologize,â they said, their voice low and rough. âiâm the one who... god, iâve been a mess without you. i keep overthinking everything, and then i get scared, and then i justââ they broke off, exhaling shakily. âi love you so much, and iâm sorry. for all of it.â
âi love you and iâm sorry too,â you said, reaching up to cup their face. their skin was warm under your palms and the familiar scent of expensive marlboros, leather and cinnamon made your head spin pleasantly. âi shouldâve called more. i shouldâveââ
âstop,â D interrupted, shaking their head. âweâre both idiots. letâs just agree on that and call it even.â
you laughed, a wet, shaky laugh that felt more like relief than humor. âdeal.â
a few people were giving you strange looks as they looked over you two, but you both ignored them. one older woman smiled as she passed, muttering something about young love.
you took Dâs hand, threading your fingers through theirs.
âcome on,â you said, a grin breaking through the tears. âi canât wait to show you around the city.â
D huffed a laugh. âdonât know if iâm gonna like it too much,â they said, but their eyes were soft, and their grip on your hand was firm.
âyouâll like it,â you promised. âiâll make sure of it.â
D glanced at you, their gray eyes soft and full of something that made your chest feel too small.
âmaybe,â they said. âbut even if i donât... iâve already found you here, that alone makes the city tolerable in my book.â
#D never beating the clingy simp allegations when theyâre dating MC#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: d diaconu#ro scenarios
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#russ ballard#the fire still burns#kanguru#kÀnguru#1985#losing my mind#'-pen and i will use my voi'#it cut into this mid sentence and just before the end#it was#'WHILE I BREATHE I'LL TAKE MY PEN AND I WILL USE MY VOOOOICE'#i love that line#AND#i love how that part of the lyrics is on his cover photo on his facebook page#because it's STILL TRUE#it says 'i'll take my pen and i will use my voice. oh oh the fire still burns'#his fire will never stop burning#have i mentioned yet that little piece of hair he has in the middle#the rest of his hair here is pushed to the sides but that one little bit is straight down#cute cute cute#his hair looks soft i want to touch it
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just wrote two new paragraphs in my fanfic. be proud of me plz
#why is writing fanfic so hard#also shoutout to. me. for knowing the word âchurrâ exists and only having to double check against a dictionary once#also rip fried fish guy you sure are fried#dont have energy to write mr asshole today tho. maybe later. the thing that needs to happen now is a very specific dialog thing#that. didn't happen in canon. we are now firmly in the realm of canon divergence for the fantasy au#also on one hand the very clever use of not allowing character who is a siren to speak at all in the one w the good ending#and having him have excessive dialog in the bad ending version. which I'll write later#but on the other hand writing indirect dialog is so hard why am I doing this to myself#like yeah its fancy and like. proper lit of me. but also ghhh I need him to interrupt pov characters all the time#which is SO hard when the other characters actually. yknow. HAVE normal dialog#like do I just have them cut off mid-sentence and use the âbefore jimmy cuts her off to announce thatâ bc like. idk#that feels vaguely jarring? which is good bc the entire game experience was also. a fucking trip#but like the other characters shouldn't be dragged down just because jimothy doesn't have rights in this fic#ahhhh
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Gojo Satoru
TW: implied noncon, yandere
fem reader
The way Gojo Senpai is so obnoxious, he doesnât understand his flirting is making you uncomfortableâŠ
He seriously thinks heâs making you fall head over heels in love with him even when you give him nothing in return to make him think that. He just thinks youâre embarrassed and nervous, flustered by his attention, and thatâs the reason you divert your gaze and bite your lip when he has you against the lockers, leaning on his hand with his shades gliding low on his noseâtelling you that you have no shot becoming a sorcerer, but that you look too cute in the uniform not to give it your best try.Â
âDonât worry, just say my name, and Iâll come save you,â heâll say. âYou can be my personal assistant supervisor instead.âÂ
His game isnât anything to brag about. It's more in line with bullying than flirting, but you pick up on the suggestiveness. That heated saccharine look within his blue eyes can only mean one thing if the way he plays with your hair isnât enough of a hint already.
But his words are nothing short of derogatory, and all in all, he simply makes you feel grossâa sentiment you thought you put across, but it seems that having six eyes only makes you blind.
It takes Shoko telling him to leave the poor Kohai alone for him to finally understand that you donât like him. And then heâs just confused and embarrassed.
And a tinge bit irritated.
Gojo knows for a fact he could make any girl want him. Even those who seem to hate him would melt if he gave them the same attention heâs been giving you. Any girl. He could have any girl, but he chose you. And you reject him?
No. He canât accept that.
âMost girls would be grateful for my attention,â He states plainly after having tracked you down.
Your head snapped, jolting. âGojo Senpaiââ You dropped the mop in your hands with a clatter, having been deep in your own thoughts on classroom cleaning duty. You sighed as the scare settled, giving a breathy laugh, âYou scared meââ
âIs that it?â he interrupted. âI scare you?â
You quirked a brow with a tilt of your head. âWhat?â
âDo I scare you?â he repeated, louder, posted on the threshold in a stance youâd never seen him inâstiff and squared, not his usual lazy laidbackness.
Confused, your eyes looked around as if searching for clues but came up emptyhanded, âUhm, I donât understandââ
âItâs a simple question,â he said, cutting you off again, this time with a step into the classroom. He talked slowly, cradling the next words, âAre you scared of me?â
Where it all came from, you hadnât a clue. But then again, Gojo Senpai has always been rather strange.Â
Were you scared of him? Itâs not really something youâve ever thought about. Sure, if you were to go one versus one with him, youâd probably piss yourself. But in a regular setting, you just found him to be as grating as the next person.
âI donât think so?â you end up answering.
âGood. So what is it then?â His shades were low enough for his stare to skim over. Brighter than clear skies, and yet, somehow, so dark. âWhy donât you like me.â
Oh, so heâs figured it out on his own then. Itâs about time. And thank fuck for itâsaves you the trouble of breaking it to him yourself. Though you were still left with the unfair task of telling him why.
âHonestly, Gojo Senpai, Iâm not, or well⊠youâre just not my type.â
Stick to the basics, is what you told yourself. Thereâs no need to drag this out.
âYeah, I figured. Iâm asking why,â he countered, in complete disagreement with your thought.
Still, you wanted to fight for it. âDoes it really matter?â
âYes.â
This conversation was the last thing you wanted, but it seemed the white-haired prodigy wouldnât leave without having it.
âWellâŠâ you started, still pondering. Maybe heâd appreciate the honesty? Heâs a rather straightforward guy himself. âI mean, thereâs no way you donât already know this, butââ You picked up the broom again mid-sentence. âYouâre really obnoxious.â
He took a small second before he scoffed, âSo? No one else cares.â
It reminded you of arguing with someone half your ageâthe petty anger in an ill-thought-through comment slung at you as if it carried all the weight in the world. But what everyone else thought of him hadnât anything to do with youâand even so, out of the people on campus, youâre certain youâre not the only one who finds his attitude unpleasantâthey just donât tell it to his face.Â
You had half the mind to tell him to go get a grip, but he was still your Senpai.
âGood for you, I guess?â You werenât really looking to fight with him, after all. âSo you can flirt with literally anyone else then,â you dismiss him and go back to finish cleaning the classroomâglad to have put it all behind you. You were starting to fear heâd never leave you alone.
Thereâs a woosh, then the hard thunk of your back hitting the wall. Both your upper arms are gripped tight, pinned. When you open your eyes again after adjusting to the impact, you look straight up into the full view of two crisp comet blues.
âYouâre mighty rude for a Kohai. You know that?â
Your head stings. You blink crookedly.
âSenpaiââ
âMaybe Iâve misjudged you. Dâyou have anythinâ for show to back that attitude up?â Itâs eerie how he says it in the same flirty fashion he would otherwiseâeven the look in his eyes are the same. But his grip tightens.
âI donât want to fightââ
âNo?â he cuts you off with a pout. âI could've sworn you were asking for itâall but begging for it a second ago.â
You whimper, cowering at the sudden bite in his voice.
âWhatâs the matter, huh? I thought you said you werenât scared?â
Your voice comes out weak, âPlease, Gojo Senpai, Iââ
âPlease?â he questions brightly, eyes stark and burning like a stovetop. âYeah, thatâs got a nicer ring to itâsuits you better.â The smile that splits across his face is nothing short of unhinged. âBut itâs not enough for me to let your disrespect slide.â He licks his lips, and a chill runs up your spine, feeling like caught prey. âLucky you, I know exactly what price to put on it.â
His mouth devour yours the same wayâpouncing like a beast would, with teeth more than lips, then a tongue. You whine as you twistâitâs more instinctive than deliberate when your knee shoots up into the unprotected space between his legsâright into that thing that was rubbing and rutting against you.
You make a run for it as he staggers back with a hiss, but you donât make it farther than three measly steps before youâre bent over the closest desk.
His fist wrangles your hair, using it to shove you face-down against the woodâthe weight of his body on top of your back with his voice raspy against your ear. âWe couldâve left this with a kiss, but I donât think itâs gonna be that easy now.â
Tears spill hotly in a panic, but no matter how much strength you put into lifting yourself up, you remain down. Sobbing, âLet goâhelpââ
He snickers with a hand under your skirt, spidering delicately up your thigh. âWhoâre you callinâ for help, hm? Iâm already here.â
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Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 4
(Rafe Cameron x Reader, series, 6.6k words)
series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.
tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder
series content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues
additional chapter cw: suggestive language/acts, mature readers only please
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Rafe lifted his fist to knock on your door.
But before he could bring his knuckles to the wood, he froze, suddenly panicked that he had no idea what he was going to say when you appeared behind it. He stepped back, crinkling the package of the candy in his hands.
âHey, so,â he whispered, practicing to himself. âIâm sorry if that was weird. Not weird. Sorry if that was uncomfortable? I donât know why Iâm saying sorry. Hey, so, Kelce is a dick, right? Maybe I should say sorry. FuckâŠâ
As he paced back and forth, the floor creaked below him. He was too preoccupied with trying to find the right words to notice he was making noise. He didnât get a chance to finish his little script, though, because you opened the door.
He froze mid-sentence, eyes wide as he looked at you, realizing you clearly heard him talking to himself. Fuck, thatâs embarassing. Before he could spiral about how much you had heard, he noticed the way your nose was red at the end, eyes glossy, and cheeks stained with black smudges. You had been really crying.
âAre you okay?â He asked quietly, struck with the urge to reach out and wipe the water from your face.
âWhat do you want, Rafe?â You sniffled.
âI wanted toâŠI wasâŠâ Rafe was lost, any words he had planned completely left him at the gut wrenching sight of your tears.
He shuffled on his feet a little as you watched him with an unforgiving glare. He had to come up with something.
He extended the candy to you, â...bringing you this.â
âThanks but that beer made me sick, Iâm not really in a snacky mood,â you snipped.
He felt like a kitten coming to his owner with a present, only to be scolded for bringing a dead bird into the house.
âRight,â he tried to recover. âI just thought maybe youâd want to keep them up here so no one takes them.â
You sighed heavily as you quickly took the candy from him, no lingering graze of your hands like youâd done so many times before the night had taken this turn for the worse.
âOkay,â he exhales. âI didnât come up here to give you the candy.â
âWhat did you come up here for then?â You huffed.
âI wanted to make sure you were okay,â he admitted.
You turned from him, exasperated, and set the candy on the vanity across the room. He was tempted to follow you through the door frame, but he had the keen sense that he shouldn't push it, so he froze, feet inches from the threshold but not going over.
âAnd why wouldnât I be okay?â You questioned, your back turned to him as you pulled a set of pajamas out of the top drawer, he swallowed any hope of seeing you change into them, knowing it was a delusional thought.
âBecause of what Kelce said,â He brought his thumbnail up to his eyebrow, scratching a non-existent itch, desperate for something to do with his hands.
You turned quickly on your heel to face him, hands on your hips. The sudden shift in your features, from indifference to indignance, made him take a step back.
âWhat, did he say something?â You pressed.
âAbout how you, yâknow used to-âÂ
âRafe, Iâm fine,â you cut him off, rubbing the backs of your hands across your cheeks to get some of the smeared makeup off.
Even though you always knew deep in your gut that he knew how you used to feel about him, the thought of him actually saying it out loud as you stood in front of him with tear stained cheeks was unbearable to you.
âBut youâre crying,â he uttered, eyebrows bunched in concern. âI donât want you to be alone, crying in your room all night.â
You stepped closer to him, and his heart leapt. Maybe you would invite him in, let him hold you until you felt better. But then, as quickly as it had risen, his heart fell again. You placed your hand on the door handle and glared at him.
âIt wouldnât be the first time.â
With a definitive click, you closed the door in his face.
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
The patter of thick rain drops against your window is what finally roused you from your long sleep. Youâd fallen asleep crying into your pillow, an old hobby you hadnât practiced in years. The light coming through the window was dim, making you assume it was early morning, but when you checked your phone your eyes went wide at the time: 12:04pm.
You swung your legs over the bed with a groan, rising to look out the window. The sky was dark and angry, high waves foaming and crashing in the distance, a storm raging. The rain was so heavy the window was straining to keep it out.
When you opened your bedroom door, you nearly stepped on the tray of food that was sitting outside it. You leaned down and picked up the tray of scrambled eggs, toast and orange juice, smiling at the little note in your sisterâs handwriting: âIâm so glad youâre here, weâre downstairs when youâre ready.â She signed it with a little heart.
After eating the breakfast in your bed, you steeled yourself to finally make your appearance downstairs. You were grateful that everyone had let you sleep in, but wondered if the delay in coming downstairs would only remind them of the dramatic way your night ended.
You placed your dishes in the kitchen sink, looking out at the backyard youâd fled so abruptly the night before. It was quite a different scene than the one youâd left, the pouring rain filling the porch with puddles, chairs strewn about from the heavy wind. You let last night play through your mind like a movie; Carter revealing your most scandalous moment during never have I ever, Tomâs big arms on either side of you as he flirted, Rafeâs hands in yours as you celebrated your beer pong dominance, Kelceâs words bringing all your fun to a screeching halt.
âNo! Donât shoot!âÂ
Yells from the large den adjacent to the kitchen pulled you from your thoughts. You padded quickly into the room to find the source of the commotion.
âThat guy was on our team!â Kelce yelled again, ripping a video game controller from Maddieâs hands.
Maddie just laughed at his frustration, âwell I didnât like him so I killed him.â
âThatâs not how the game works, Mads,â Kelce scolded.
âWell thatâs how I play,â she shrugged, leaning back on the couch.
Several people were piled onto the oversized sectional sofa. Carter was sitting up on the cushion with her legs criss-crossed, Topper on the floor in front of her while she put little braids in his hair. Tom and Kelce sat on the other side of Maddie, eyes locked on the small TV screen as their fingers rapidly tapped on the controller buttons, deeply invested in the game.
In the far corner sat Rafe, reading something on his phone with a concerned look on his face.
âLove the hair, Topper,â you said from behind the couch.Â
Everyoneâs eyes shot to you, except for Rafe, who stayed caught up in whatever was on his screen. You found his indifference to your arrival annoying, but also intriguing, wondering what had captured his attention so fully.
âYouâre up!â Carter exclaimed, accidentally pulling Topperâs hair as she turned to you, making him wince.
âIâve been up for a while, just needed some quiet time,â you smiled at her. âThank you for breakfast.â
âActually, that was all Kelce,â she informed you with a knowing smirk.
âOh really?â You said, raising your eyebrows at Kelce.
He paused the video game and stood from the couch.
âWait!â Kelce said. âI have one more thing!â
He ran out of the room and you looked back at Carter with a smirk.
âYou better not let him off the hook too easily,â Carter encouraged you.
âDonât worry, I plan to mess with him a little,â you smiled at her conspiratorially. âEveryone just act cool.â
They all nodded at you, shifting when Kelce re-entered the room. Their attempted acting skills were adorably terrible, pretending to ignore you and Kelce, suddenly very invested in their own hands and the stains on the couch. All but Rafe, who seemed genuinely disinterested in the whole thing, eyes still glued to his phone.
Kelce approached you with his hands behind his back, looking bashful. He revealed his present with a proud flair.
It was a bouquet of wilting flowers, and a couple of weeds, he had clearly pulled from the front yard. You smiled at the sad, but sweet, present.
âI picked them this morning,â he said proudly.
You didnât take them from him just yet, tightening your lips to hide your smile so heâd think you were still mad at him.
âIâm sorry for being a dick,â he said. âI shouldnât have said that thing about-â
âItâs okay Kelce,â you cut him off before he could elaborate further. âWhat you saidâŠyou were right.â
These words finally pulled Rafe from his phone, head snapping towards you in surprise. The rest of the group struggled to maintain their little charade of indifference, the air in the room shifting as they all silently met eyes, wondering where you were going with this.
âI did stay at those parties for a boy,â you admitted to Kelce.
Carter coughed to disguise a laugh, figuring out your game before anyone else.
âYou did?â Kelce asked.Â
You stepped closer to him, placing your hand on his arm. His eyes widened and he swallowed heavily.
âFor you Kelce,â you whispered. âItâs always been you.â
Topper, Maddie, and Tom seemed to finally catch up with your plan as they tried to stifle their own laughter. Kelce had exactly the dumbstruck reaction you were hoping for, looking alarmed, stammering for words like an idiot.
âMe? You liked me?â He croaked, almost too stunned to speak.
You couldnât hold it back any longer, his face looked so pathetically shocked you had to laugh. As soon as you cracked a smile, the group took it as a sign they could laugh now too, breaking into a round of giggles at Kelceâs expense. Even Rafe was smirking, looking back to his phone, but not before letting out a soft chuckle.
Kelce looked around helplessly, catching on painfully slowly.
âCâmon man,â he said when it finally dawned on him that you were kidding. âYou really had me going there, I'm not gonna lie.â
You took the flowers from him finally, patting his cheek reassuringly.
âI canât stay mad at you, Kelcey,â you reassured him.
âYou forgive me then?â He asked hopefully.
âAs long as you promise never to play beer pong again,â you countered, handing him back the flowers. âAnd you go put these back outside, thereâs bugs in them.â
He took the bouquet from you with a dutiful nod and made his way to the front door.
âYou gonna forgive Sabrina, too?â Carter questioned.
âNo,â you scoffed, settling on the couch next to her. âShe can rot.â
âYouâre fun,â Maddie giggled. âWho knew you were so fun?â
I did, Rafe thought.
âI did,â Carter said.
The wind kicked up outside the tall windows, a loud clap of thunder causing you to jump in your seat.
âYâall think Iâm gonna be able to work on my tan today?â Tom quipped, an attempt to ease your nerves.
âI donât think you need it,â you flirted with him, admiring the dimples in his cheeks as he smiled back at you.
Rafe shifted uncomfortably in his seat, finally putting his phone down and sticking it in his pocket.
âWhat are we gonna do today, though?â Maddie asked.
âI think youâre looking at it,â Topper spread his arms to gesture to the room.
âGood thing youâre so good at this game,â Kelce teased her, re-entering the room and jumping over the couch, making Carter bounce and lose her grip on the braid she had been carefully sowing into Topperâs hair.
âDammit, Kelce!â She scolded. âWeâve been stuck inside for half a day and Iâm already annoyed with you.â
âWe could go see a movie,â you suggested hopefully, the idea of a calm afternoon in a dark theater with a big bucket of popcorn exciting you.
âNo can do,â Topper explained. âThe road is closed because of the flooding, weâre stuck here for the day. Jack and Sabrina went out for breakfast and they canât even get back into the neighborhood.â
âOh, okayâ you frowned, bummed that your plan was foiled, but not that Sabrina had struck such bad luck.
Rafe didnât miss the way your lips curved down with disappointment.Â
After leaving your room last night, heâd stayed awake for hours, staring at the unfinished basement ceiling trying desperately to think of a way to get back in your good graces. The finality with which youâd shut your door on him made his stomach churn, wondering if heâd finally messed things up with you for good. But it was only your third day here, and he was a gamer; he didnât quit and he didnât lose. He decided he would take any opening he could get, and this seemed like a good place to start.
âWe could watch a movie here,â he recommended. âWeâll make some popcorn and have our own theater.â
You looked at him for the first time since last night, surprised he was speaking to you, and even more surprised he was being so positive and helpful.
âCan we do it right now? I hate this game,â Maddie complained.
âIâd be down,â Tom agreed.
âOh, uh,â Rafe sat up, catching Topperâs eye. âI have that thing I gotta do.â
Topper nodded knowingly, âyeah, we should wait until it gets dark anyway,â he agreed, giving Rafe an out.
You were dying to know what they were referring to, what possible responsibility could be tying Rafe down when heâd be stuck in a vacation home all day, but you feigned disinterest.Â
It was decided, youâd all meet back here at dusk for your movie night. You had the perfect excuse to finally get some alone time, assuring Carter you were fine before going back to your room, slipping under the cool covers with a smile and pulling out the book you still hadnât had time to start.
It was such a pleasant afternoon until the plot of your book started to feel a little too familiar for your comfort. A love triangle between the shy, bookworm protagonist, a sweet, unassuming brunette, and a complicated, brooding blond. You finally shut the book about a hundred pages in, when the blond character, who was continuously breaking the protagonistâs heart, stood her up for a date. You sighed and threw the book back into your suitcase, adding it to your DNF list on Goodreads.
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Carter was sitting on the counter, swinging her legs happily as Topper stood at the stove and added spices to the soup he was making. You stood at the bottom of the stairs for a minute, watching them as long as you could before they noticed your presence. It was a rare moment of calm between them, no arguments or teasing. Topper blew on a spoonful of his soup before lifting it to Carterâs lips. She smiled at him affectionately as he thumbed the corner of her mouth, catching the little drop of soup that had spilled off the spoon.
Your heart warmed at your sisterâs smile. She was not a relationship girl, or so she always swore. But you knew her feelings for Topper went far beyond a penchant for messing with him. You were struck with sadness that she would be leaving so soon, studying abroad in the UK to get her masters. Maybe you shouldâve spent the afternoon with her, instead of a book you hated.
The door to the basement creaked open, and Rafe stepped out, looking grumpy as he unknowingly interrupted the sweet moment in the kitchen.Â
Carter leaned away from Topper when she noticed Rafe, and finally saw you. You spotted the way Topperâs face fell a little as she pulled away.
âNeeds salt,â she teased him.
âYes chef,â he smiled back, though there was a hint of resentment in his tone.
Carter hopped down off the counter and walked over to you, wrapping her arm around you like you hadnât seen each other in years. You squeezed her affectionately, hoping she could feel the love you had for her in your touch.
She pulled away, eyeing Rafe. He had bags under his eyes and he looked worn out.
âWhere have you been all day?â Carter asked him.
âJust had to take care of a few things,â he ran his hands through his hair, which it appeared he had been doing a lot based on the way it was sticking up at different angles.Â
As he brought his hands back to his side, you caught a quick glimpse of the pen ink that was smeared on his fingers, only adding to the mystery of what âthingsâ he was taking care of.
You were going to teasingly ask him if he was down there writing the great American novel, but before you could, the large french doors that lead to the den swung open dramatically, Tom standing behind them with a big grin on his face.
âAll ready!â He announced it to the group.
âWhatâs ready?â You asked, an amused smirk at his theatrics.
âCome see for yourself,â he winked at you.
You followed him curiously into the den, the rest of the group trailing behind. Your jaw dropped when you took it all in. He had transformed the big den, setting up a large projector and screen, stringing little fairy lights from the ceiling and filling the side tables with popcorn, candy, and a variety of snacks. The room even smelled good, Tom having lit some candles, and with the rain still coming down outside, the cozy vibes were off the charts.
âYou did all this?â You gushed.
âWell you seemed bummed that we couldnât go to the theater,â Tom remarked. âSo I brought the theater to you!â
Thinking that might just be the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to you, you gave Tom a big, grateful smile. Rafe muttered words under his breath that you couldnât quite make out but sounded something like âyouâve gotta be fucking kidding me.â
âWoah, whereâd you find the projector?â Kelce asked.
âThey said it was in the attic,â Tom pointed out. âOn the Airbnb listing.â
You didnât understand why, but something about Tom being the only one to actually read the whole listing and pay attention to the details was attractive. You suddenly wished there werenât five other people in the room with you and him.
âThe only thing I havenât done is pick the movie,â Tom admitted.
The group started chattering all at once, throwing out suggestions and arguing over each otherâs taste in movies. After a few chaotic moments, Tom mentioned the name of a horror movie that had come out recently, and while the rest of the room chimed in with âohhh yesâ and âIâve wanted to see that one,â your stomach dropped. You hated scary movies, you always had. Since you were a kid, you felt anything you watched or read very deeply, so when a movie was dark, it affected you emotionally.
Feeling helpless, your eyes inadvertently met Rafeâs. He immediately picked up on the way you were chewing your lip, afraid to protest to what everyone else clearly wanted.Â
Shit thatâs right, he thought, she hates scary movies.Â
Plus, he knew youâd be teased for saying something, this group was fun but they werenât known for their sensitivity. Your eyes dropped to the floor in acceptance, all of your excitement over the home theater fading as you settled in for an unpleasant evening. Rafe hated the way you were forced to resign to being unhappy for everyone elseâs sake.
âNah, I donât fuck with horror movies,â he blurted out impulsively.
All eyes shot to him, most people laughing in assumption he was making a joke. When he didnât laugh back, but clenched his jaw and stared them down, they fell silent.
âBro, since when?â Topper asked hesitantly.
âSince forever,â Rafe doubled down.
âYou scared, Cameron?â Kelce teased.
âSo what if I am?â Rafe bit back, daring him to keep going.
âHey man, thatâs cool,â Tom assured him. âItâs not for everybody. We can just watch something else.â
It was like your heart was strung up with the fairy lights above you, Rafe and Tom grabbing either end of the cord and playing tug-of-war. Just when Tom did something so sweet you thought you might kiss him right here in front of everyone, Rafe jumped in to rescue you from ridicule, proving he remembered intimate details about you in the process, making your heart ache for him. Then Tom said something kind, and you were right back where you started. This wasnât getting any easier.
Rafe could see the way your eyes flicked between him and Tom, he knew he needed to step it up even more. He rounded the couch and approached Tomâs laptop, which was plugged into the projector. He typed something into the streaming site that was pulled up and the projector whirred to life, the screen illuminating the room as the opening credits of a movie began.
It was your favorite movie of all time. Your heart swelled at the opening song that youâd know anywhere, this having been your comfort film since you were a kid. Rafe stared right at you as the rest of the group settled on the couch, no one wanting to argue with his choice. Your eyes went soft as you looked back at him, mouthing a silent thank you, just like you had done by the fire last night. You were astonished that he remembered how much you loved this movie.
âPerfect, I love this movie!â Tom exclaimed, pulling your gaze from Rafe.
Of course he does, you thought tenderly, your crush on Tom intensifying.
Of course he does, Rafe thought resentfully, his vexation with Tom boiling his blood.
As everyone took their seats, you hung back for a moment, taking in the whole scene and trying to clear your head. By the time your feet caught up with your brain, there was only one spot left on the big couch.
Carter and Topper settled in on the chaise, shamelessly cuddling up almost immediately. Kelce and Maddie sat next to them, sharing a bowl of popcorn. Then it was Tom, an empty spot, and Rafe. You considered sitting on the floor.
Standing between them, both boys looked up at you expectantly, shifting away from each other to make more space for you, both hopeful youâd sit a little closer to them than the other. You thought of the protagonist from the book you were reading, wishing you could take her out for a drink.Â
Finally, you took your seat, crossing your legs and placing your hands in your lap. You turned and looked at Carter, who was smiling back at you sympathetically. She looked like she was about to get up from the comfort of Topperâs arms, but you didnât want to interrupt their time together, so you waved her off and settled back on the couch to prove you were fine.
The movie began, roaring through the speakers Tom had set up, and you were quickly distracted by the familiar sights and sounds of your favorite film.
Rafeâs eyes flicked over to you every so often, melting at the cute way you were mouthing the lines along with the actors, laughing at funny scenes even though youâd seen them a million times. He was trying to respect your space, but eventually he needed to stretch out his long legs, spreading them so his knee was almost knocking into yours. He wouldnât touch you though, no matter how much he wanted to. It seemed maybe he had almost secured your forgiveness and he wasnât about to push his luck.
Tom wasnât in such a difficult position though, his arm fearlessly brushing against yours as he reached for a bowl of popcorn and offered you some.
âThank you,â you said sweetly.
âDo you like this movie?â He whispered, leaning in a bit too close for Rafeâs comfort.
âItâs my all-time favorite,â you told him.
âIâm glad we picked it then.â
We? Rafe seethed. This whole movie night was his idea in the first place, and once again, here was Casanova sweeping in and stealing away your attention.Â
Rafe thought he couldnât hate him more, and then Tom put his arm around you.
Anything, he wouldâve given anything, done anything, to hear you tell Tom to fuck off. But you didnât. You blushed and shifted a bit, nestling into Tomâs side and tucking your legs under you.Â
Your feet, covered in pink fuzzy socks, were just inches from Rafeâs leg, tormenting him. They nudged him every so often when you laughed at the film or leaned in to whisper something to Tom. He got excited for just a moment the first time you touched him, but his heart cracked when it dawned on him that while you were touching him by accident, you were touching Tom on purpose.
Even though he was tempted to storm out, your obvious rejection of him nearly unbearable, he forced himself to play it cool and stay through to the end credits.Â
The screen faded to black, and everyone stirred and stretched. You sat up from Tomâs side and looked over to your sister, surprised she hadnât pulled out her phone and texted you something cheeky about him during the movie, but quickly realized it was because she had fallen asleep. Her hair was messy in her face as little snores escaped her lips. The only person looking at her with more affection than you was Topper, who scooped her up in his arms with ease and a peck on the cheek, and carried her to bed.
âOkay, so that was the cutest fucking thing Iâve ever seen,â Maddie said as she and Kelce followed them out of the room.
Rafe sighed as he saw the mess that had been left behind, kneeling down to sweep up the popcorn Kelce had spilled on the floor. He felt the small window of hope that heâd somehow reconnect with you today close as you exited the room.
Feeling just as tired as Carter looked and eager to crawl into bed, you made your way toward the stairs. Tom caught up with you before you took the first step, saying your name softly to get your attention.
âI had a really good time with you tonight,â he said when you turned.
âMe too,â you told him, blushing bashfully. âThough I donât think anyone had quite as good a time as Carter.â
âYouâre probably right.â He had gotten closer, leaning towards you as he said it, close enough that you could feel his breath on your skin, âthe nightâs not over yet, though.â
Heat swept across your cheeks and down your back as your whole body blushed. You had really enjoyed your time on the couch snuggled up next to him, but you were a notoriously slow mover when it came to new guys. You thought you might kiss him goodbye at the end of the week, maybe get his number, but that was as far as your imagination had wandered. Youâd hooked up with guys at school, and you were certainly more confident with every year that passed, but you had accepted about yourself that you would always be a little slower than other girls, and that was okay with you.
âItâs not?â You asked, hating the shaky nervousness in your voice.
âMaybe I could carry you up to your room, too,â he propositioned.
With that suggestion, he leaned in to kiss you. Your whole body went numb and a nervous hum escaped your throat. You flinched slightly right before his lips met yours, signaling him to pause.
âSorry,â you mumbled as he pulled back.
âIs something wrong?â He asked, brows furrowed.
âItâs just, a little fast,â you explained. âIâm really enjoying getting to know you, though. I tend to move slow.â
âWe donât have to do anything,â he continued. âMaybe I could just crash in your room? Iâm sharing with Kelce and he snores.â
âThe couch is pretty comfortable, you could sleep there,â you stepped away from him a bit, voice firmer.Â
âAh, but thatâs not as fun,â he flirted again, not letting up.Â
âItâs not gonna happen tonight,â you told him definitively. âWe can definitely hang out tomorrow, though.â
He eyed you for a second, and your skin crawled with the feeling you were being studied.
âSure,â he muttered, the softness you usually saw in his eyes was nowhere to be found. âNight.â
As he shuffled up the stairs without another glance to you, you saw that Rafe had been standing in the doorway of the den, for how long you werenât sure. His hands were full of dirty dishes as he eyed you anxiously.
âAll good?â He questioned.
You wanted to put up a front, make a joke to wipe the protective, caring look off of Rafeâs face, but your spirit was a bit shaken, and if you were being honest, you were just glad not to be alone.Â
Instead of answering, you reached out, took some of the dishes from his hands and walked them to the kitchen sink. Your wordlessness was an indication that you didnât want to talk about it any further, so he didnât push.
Rafe washed and you dried, completely silent as you did the dishes together. It wasnât an uncomfortable silence, though, just an understanding between you that nothing more needed to be said tonight. You were immensely grateful to have something to do with your hands, a task to focus on as you recovered from the upsetting interaction youâd had with Tom.
Once Rafe handed you the last bowl, he bid you goodnight quietly and descended the stairs to his room. You dried the bowl and reached it toward the high cabinet it belonged in, but nearly dropped when you heard a loud âfuck!â come from the basement.
You set the dish down carefully before hurrying down the stairs towards the sound of Rafeâs distress.
âWhatâs wrong?â You asked breathlessly as you descended the creaking steps.
Rafe stepped back to show you the cause of his outcry. Sometime in the evening a leak had sprung from the edge of the basement ceiling, running down the wall and right onto his bed. The rain had stopped about an hour ago, and though it didnât appear the water was flowing in anymore, the damage was done.
âFuck,â you echoed him.
Rafe moved his luggage and backpack to the stairs to get them off the ground, and pulled the bed away from the wall.
âIâll just sleep with my head on the other end of the bed,â he sighed.
âRafe, you canât sleep down here,â you countered. âI found some extra blankets and pillows in my closet, Iâll get them for you and you can crash on the couch.â
He nodded in agreement, âthanks.â
Rafe followed you up to your room, stopping at the threshold of your door, just like he had last night. You smiled to yourself at the respectfulness of the action. Though it proved to be unsustainable when you slid open your closet door and tried to get the blanket and pillow stored on the top shelf, unable to reach it even when you jumped.
âCan you help me?â You sighed, indirectly inviting him in.Â
Rafe smirked as he approached, barely having to stretch to reach the bedding. Your throat bobbed as you watched him, his frame so long and lean it towered over you.Â
âThanks for these,â he looked down at you, holding the pillow and blanket to his chest with crossed arms.
âLeast I could do,â you smiled. âAfter you saved me again.â
Rafe furrowed his brows quizzically.
âYou hate horror movies, huh?â You quirked your eyebrows.
âOh,â he mumbled, realization sweeping across his face. âNo. But you do.â
âAnd you just really wanted to watch that particular movie instead?â
âNo. But you did.â
The room suddenly felt too hot, as you bantered, your voices dropped lower, and so did Rafeâs eyes, landing on your lips.Â
Not sure you could stand this close to him much longer without making a decision you might regret, you stepped away and over to your vanity. You unclasped your necklace and started removing your rings, preparing to begin your nighttime routine. You caught Rafeâs eyes in the mirror as he watched you take your hair out of its ponytail, letting it fall around your face in a soft curtain.
Rafe cleared his throat and looked down, digging his foot into your rug. You swore you caught a blush kiss the apples of his cheeks.
 âWell what are you doinâ right now? Wanna hang out?â He croaked.
You smiled at his desperate attempt to keep the conversation going. It was reminiscent of the way you used to search your mind for more questions to ask to keep him on the phone, or pretend you needed to run errands so heâd be in your car longer. Now, here he was, looking at you with big, hopeful eyes, completely desperate. The power shift was electrifying, a newfound dominance rushed through you. You had him right where you wanted, and you couldnât help but milk it.Â
âIâm feeling pretty tired.â You turned to him and faked a yawn, stretching your arms up, the bottom of your t-shirt rising to reveal just a sliver of skin, his eyes catching it immediately. âI think Iâm just gonna get ready for bed now.â
He stood across the dimly lit room, every muscle in his body fighting against his attempt to stay in place. You held back a smug smile when you saw he was actually making tight fists to keep from reaching his hands toward you.
This would be all he would ever get, he thought. Just these little moments when his eyes caught slivers of your perfect skin. The tops of your sun kissed shoulders in your swimsuit. The brief hint of a dimple on your lower back when you bent to get a beer from the cooler. The curve of your hips in the tight jeans you wore today.
If this was all heâd get, that would be okay. Heâd collect the memories of these moments like rare coins, only to be pulled out on special occasions. If these teases of what it might be like to be with you for real were all youâd ever give him, heâd make do.Â
And just as he made himself that promise, you reached down and pulled at the hem of your shirt, lifting it over your head in one motion, tossing it to the floor.Â
You were wearing a black bra with a little white bow right where the cups met between your breasts, and he could see the top of your black lace panties barely peeking out of the waistband of your jeans.Â
Rafeâs face flushed and his shoulders tensed as he looked you up and down, eyes wide with surprise at how bold you were being. His large body cast a long shadow on the wall, but something about the desperation on his face made him seem so small, so vulnerable. The rush of power felt unbelievable and you wondered how far you could push him before he snapped.
Without breaking the heated eye contact between you, you slowly unbuttoned your jeans and dipped your thumbs under the waistband, pulling them down and over your feet.
âWh-What are you doing?â Rafe finally choked out, unable to stay silent any longer.
âIâm getting ready for bed,â you shrugged innocently. âAnd youâre getting ready to leave.â
Your words were pushing him out, but your actions were freezing him in place. He had no idea what you really wanted from him, but he knew exactly what he wanted from you.
Before he could ask if you really wanted him to leave, you pulled back the covers of your bed and climbed in. Once under the sheets, the white linen covering you up to your shoulders, you shuffled a bit, making the blanket rustle with your movement. His brows furrowed in confusion, unsure what you were doing now. Then, your hand reached back out from under the covers and dropped your bra to the floor. More shuffling, and your panties followed, now only the plush duvet and silky sheets stood between Rafe and your completely bare body. Rafe cleared his throat as he felt himself straining against his board shorts.
You propped yourself up on your elbows, the blankets sliding slightly, stopping right before exposing your chest to him. He swallowed hard.
You looked at him, your face unassuming, like this was the most normal thing in the world. The way you were looking at him, he knew he would do anything you told him to, even if that meant you really were asking him to leave. He prayed to whatever god made the perfect creature in front of him that youâd ask him to stay. But you didnât.
âHit the lights on your way out?â You said, before laying back and letting your hair fan out over the pillows. You closed your eyes and moaned softly as you sunk into the plush bed.
He bit his lip as he watched you get comfortable, his heart pounding so hard he was sure you could hear it.
âRafe?â you whispered, eyes still closed.
âY-yeah?â He stammered.
âGoodnight,â you smiled, putting an end to any hope he had for an invitation to join you in the California King.
He sighed in defeat, âgoodnight.â
With that, he walked toward the door, giving himself one last look at you, angelic and at peace in your pre-sleep. He hit the light switch and pulled the door closed softly behind him.
Rafe leaned against the door, one hand over his chest to feel his spiked heart rate, and one still clutching the door handle, unable to fully let go of it, of you. He felt lightheaded, the realization of how badly he wanted you washing over him, leaving him breathless. Why had he been such a dumbass in high school? He thought ruefully of that day senior year. If he had done just one thing differently, maybe he would be in bed next to you right now.
The thought of pulling your soft body into his, holding you under those cool sheets, nuzzling his head into your hair and inhaling the scent of you until you both fall into blissful sleepâŠhe couldnât remember ever wanting anything as bad as that. His want, his need, for you was too much to bear.Â
He couldnât bring himself to walk downstairs, and as much as he was dying to, he couldn't bring himself to go back into the room and risk your true rejection. As he toiled over his lack of choices, he sank to the floor, elbows on his knees, head in his hands. He knew it was pathetic, sitting outside your door like a stray cat. He told himself heâd sit here for just five more minutes, enough time to collect his dignity.
He fell asleep on the floor thinking about the way your hair smells.
(chapter 5: part one)
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Thinkinâ about Price, whoâs on med leave and under strict orders not to engage in any strenuous activity, begging his controversially young wife to take pity on an old man and fuck him.
Your daughter is born nine months later. You like to joke she exists bc your husband was actually home long enough to put a baby in you.
NOW YOU GOT ME THINKIN ANONâ
MEDICAL LEAVE
đđ the one where john's finally home long enough to get you pregnant
đđ pairing: john price x younger wife!reader (reader is afab) đđ cw: smut (minorsâDNI), age gap (price is in his late 30s, reader is late 20s), mentions of surgery/recovery, john having a pain kink (need i say more?), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it/get tapped), unedited as usual, bad ending
"john, the doctor had strict orders for you toâ"
you're cut off mid-rant by john slotting his lips over yours, the mitts of his hands covering your cheeks and tugging your face closer to his. his tongue juts out to lick needily at the seam of your lips, the faint taste of the painkillers he had just taken still fresh on his tastebuds only to be replaced by the sweet mint of your toothpaste.
john would've kept kissing you, too, if he hadn't tried to twist his hips over to face you, making him pull away sharply and hiss out at the way the fresh sutures etched in his ribs twinged in pain.
"johnâ"
"m'fine," john grunts out hoarsely as he lays back down flat on his back, eyebrows pinched low in the middle of his forehead and tongue licking at the remnants of your spit on his lips. "just wannaâchristâwanna be inside ya."
and thatâs how you got to your current position, sitting directly behind johnâs thick and leaking cock as you lean back to rest your hands on his hairy muscled thighsâanywhere that wasnât sutured closed or bruised from the surgery heâd undergone. from beneath furrowed brows, your soft eyes focused on the molten heat buoying in his pupils.
âi donât wanna accidentally hurt you, john,â the end of your sentence comes out pinched in a whine as the calloused pad of his thumb begins circling your sopping clit, your hips jumping at the stimulation and instinctively rolling forward against his sensitive cock.
john uses the thumb petting at your clit to distract you from the way he manhandles you up, notching the head of his cock between your folds and holding you there for a moment. âi donât fuckinâ care if it hurts, âlright? donât wanâ you stoppinâ until i feel you cumminâ âround my cock four times, and i fill up this pretty fuckinâ pussyâunderstand me?â
and even though johnâs cemented into your shared bed on his back, he keeps you all nice and obedient under his thumb, using the hand he keeps groping at your hip as a way to guide the way your movements. every so often, his sutures would twinge in just a way to send a jolt of pain up his spineâbut then he would feel your gummy walls gripping his cock just a little tighter, and the pain would warp into delicious pleasure.
you, ever the good little wife you were, did exactly as john told youâonly pulling off of him when your fluids were a messy mixture between my thighs and you could barely walk to the bathroom on wobbly legs.
it didnât even cross your mind when a month and a half later, youâre a mess of hormones and continuous morning sickness that threatens to knock you out from work for a couple days. john tells you itâs fine, that heâll work some more late nights to cover your income for a couple days, but youâre determined to keep working.
only after nearly fainting at your home one morning (after john fucked you through at least 2 orgasms) did you find yourself on the doctorâs examination table, fingers nearly snapping johnâs hand bones in half when he read off the positive pregnancy result.
and when your daughter is born nine months later (december 14th, by the wayâa sagittarius baby), youâre curled up in the hospital bed with john holding you closely, the baby sandwiched comfortably between you two and grappling at one of his thick fingers.
âyâknow how long iâve been waiting for this?â you giggle out softly as you nose against johnâs beared jaw, eyes fluttering closed and system overflowing with painkillers and endorphins. âguess you were finally home long enough to actually put a baby in me this time.â
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WHAT IS DESTINED CAN NOT BE AVOIDED. (4/4)
Cregan Stark x pregnant!Targaryen!Reader
WARNINGS: childbirth, swearing
WORDS: 3.5 K
NOTES: thanks to @arcielee for betaing this! <3
One hand is splayed out over the curve of your swollen stomach and the other clings to your maidâs forearm as you take your time climbing the edge of the bathtub to lower yourself in the tepid water, releasing a content sigh with it still being warm enough for some of the pregnancy pains to slowly but surely fade away.
âYou may leave now,â you hum, head tipped back against the edge of the bronze tub.Â
What you donât notice with your eyes closed is the baffled look the two maids assigned for you exchange, visibly hesitant to leave you alone. One of them, a younger girl whose name youâve learned is Elia, speaks up first, her voice soft but laced with concern that makes you look at them. âMy lady⊠are you sure you will be alright by yourself? Should we not stay here to assist you?â
You sink down a bit further into the water, chest and shoulders now fully submerged as well. âI am with child, not sick. Rest assured I can take care of myself alone.â
The maid still looks unconvinced, and it doesnât help that itâs now the older one speaking up. âMy lady, âtis not meant as any disrespect. We are just concerned about your well-being. You are carrying the Lord Starkâs heir, after all, andââ
The door swings open with a creek that cuts the maid off mid sentence. Your eyes dart over, and you can feel your annoyance subside just slightly at the sight of him. Something about the stay in Kingâs Landing has changed him a bit. You notice it as you watch how he all but saunters into the room, wearing a loose fitted shirt made of linen with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, similarly loose trousers with a pair of soft leather boots. He has forgone Ice, the large sword resting neatly on the equally large desk standing in the chambers, and opted instead for a simple dagger strapped at his hip, hidden beneath the shirt.Â
Yet youâd prefer seeing him in his usual leathers and furs rather in the light-eight attire heâs opted for given the warmer climate of the capital.Â
âAnd Lord Stark is here to take care of his wife,â he ends the maidâs sentence, throwing his vest over a nearby chair.
Both women turn around to bow their heads politely upon his arrival, giving him a knowing look. âPardon us, my lord,â the older maid says. âWe were merely making sure the Lady Stark was tending to her pregnancy well.â
Nodding in acknowledgment to their words, you spot his gaze drifting back to you. âThank you for your concern,â he says politely but with a hint of dismissal in his voice. âBut I can assure you my wife is in good hands now. You may both go and tend to your other duties now.â
Exchanging a glance once more, the maids curtsey quickly and take their leave under the steel of Creganâs gaze.Â
âThank the gods theyâre gone,â you mutter and close your eyes again, sighing softly.Â
âYou make it sound as if they were tormenting you, my love,â Cregan says, undoing the first two buttons of his shirt before he comes closer to the bathtub.Â
Opening your eyes once more, you all but glare at him. âThey were hovering over me like a pair of mother hens,â you snap. âEver since Munkun gave me that wretched tonic to bring the babe quicker, they have been treating me as if I am about to break, watching my every move as if Iâll faint any second from the smallest exertion.â
Completely unbothered by your grousing, your irritation has him chuckling. He leans forward to rest his hand on your belly, feeling the rather large swell of it. âTheyâre just concerned about you, my love,â he says, a hint of amusement in his voice. âThey want to make sure youâre well cared for during your pregnancy. Can you blame them?â
âDo they want to make sure I am well cared for, or is it a command of my brotherâs council?â You cock a brow, bringing your hand to rest atop his.Â
Cregan sighs at your words, knowing that youâre probably right. The council does meddle in far too many things, and neither of you would be surprised if theyâd given strict orders to the maids to watch over you.Â
âPerhaps âtis a bit of both,â Cregan says. âAegon might be concerned for the health of his dear sister, and his trusted council is definitely influencing his worry. But they are not entirely misguided to look out for you, my love. Youâre carrying an heir and your health is of utmost importance.â
Not quite satisfied with his reasoning, you roll your eyes. âYes, I understand the importance of the heir, but I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself,â you huff. âBut I do not need a flock of overprotective hens following me around, tittering and fretting over every little thing I do. It would not have been like that had we just stayed in Winterfell.â
âPerhaps not,â he agrees, rubbing your swollen bump. âBut weâre not in Winterfell, weâre in Kingâs Landing, and here your brother is king. His council sees it fit to be overly cautious with you. Complaining wonât change that.â
You canât help the annoyed sigh falling past your lips as you lean your head back against the edge of the tub, sinking further into the water. âHow do you think the wolves are faring without us?âÂ
The change of topic has Cregan laughing softly with the thoughts of your hovering maids quickly shifting to your dire wolves at home in Winterfell. âThey are probably fine, my love,â he says, still rubbing your bump despite the rolled up sleeve of his shirt slowly soaking up water. âThey are being cared for by our men. Theyâre tough creatures, those dire wolves. They can take care of themselves.âÂ
âJust like me,â you quip, raising a brow. âAnd I was not born a wolf â I am a dragon.â
âOh, that you are,â Cregan agrees. âA fierce and dangerous one at that. But even a dragon might need a little bit of pampering and attention now and then, donât you think?â
The earlier annoyance and irritation at the maids quickly melts away with your husbandâs teasing but comforting manner, making you hum in agreement. Yet you have to admit itâs mostly Creganâs attention and care showered upon yourself that you enjoy. âPerhaps youâre right.â
Your hand now journeys along the swell of your bump, while you bring the other to rest at the back of his neck, gently massaging it. His attention and care, however, arenât enough to keep your light demeanor up as a sharp tug makes itself known in your stomach. Your body curls together at that, making you moan out in pain.Â
Not wasting a moment, Cregan leans forward, trying to figure out what is going on. âAre you alright?â he asks with a concerned voice, his wide, gray eyes locked on your features.Â
As another pang of pain grips your body, you gasp and clutch the back of his neck instinctively, your eyes widening in realization. âThe babeâŠâ you gasp, face twisting in pain as another contraction washes over you. âI think the babe⊠the babe is coming. Now.â
His eyes widen briefly in surprise, but his instincts kick in immediately. Quickly springing into action, he rises to his feet and reaches for a large cloth. âLet me get you in bed, and then I shall fetch the maeââ
âJust fetch the maester please, this shall be fine.â
Biting back a worried protest, knowing that arguing with a woman in labor would be a futile endeavor, much more with a woman as stubborn as you are, he rushes out the door with a nod of his head and a forced smile on his lips.Â
As he leaves the room, youâre left alone, body wracked with increasing contractions that force one groan and gasp from your lip after the other. Your fingers dig into the rim of the tub, the realization dawns on you that you might have to give birth right here in the bathtub.Â
The door pushes open again, and behind your wolf of a man barging into the room is Grand Maester Munkun, his expression not as concerned as your husbandâs.Â
âMaester,â you croak with a strained voice, looking at him as he moves to your side to assess your condition. âIs this normal? The pain, theâthe rushed⊠labor?â
He grimly shakes his head. ââTis not uncommon for a tonic to bring on labor earlier than expected when the mother has surpassed her time. And the early onset of labor also does not necessarily mean anything is wrong,â he explains. âThe pain youâre experiencing, however, should not be this severe. Let me examine you, my lady.â
You hardly notice your worried maids scurrying into the chambers with towels in their arms when the maester pressed his fingers against your swollen belly, eventually even going lower to feel inside of you. Cregan towers over him from behind, making sure that he does not make one wrong move and ensures your and the babeâs safety.Â
And only at the maesterâs next words seem you and your husband to be able to breathe again. âThe babe seems to be positioned properly,â he announces. âAnd the pains are strong and regular. This is a good sign. For how long have the pains been coming, my lady?â
You grit your teeth through another wave of pain, meeting your husbandâs worried gaze. âIâve felt little⊠twinges all day,â you manage to say between labored breaths. âBut they were so minor, I did not think them worth mentioning.â
âSometimes the early stages of labor can be mild and easy to overlook, my lady. But now that it is progressing, the pains will become more intense as the babe prepares to make its entrance into the world.â
You suddenly feel a twinge of pain tear through your body like a hot knife, like you are being torn apart, making it impossible for you to hold back a scream. The maids all but hurry to your side at the sight, the older one bringing a soothing hand to your shoulder. âTake deep breaths, my lady,â she encourages, âand then push.â
Two other maids grab your legs and hoist them over the rim of the tub, making it easier for them to gauge the process through the slightly opaque water.Â
Grand Maester Munkun has been forced away by your husband sinking onto his knees, peeling your hand off the edge of the tub to capture it with his own. Your nails dig harshly into his palm as you eventually bear down and push with all your might, your screams echoing off the walls.Â
âCreganâŠâ you pant, completely abandoning any courtesies with other people present. âI⊠I have changed my mind now⊠I do not wishââ youâre interrupted by a contraction, forcing you to push once again. âI have no desire to give you an heir,â you pant during a short lived, pain-less moment.Â
Youâre a fierce and proud woman that has endured so many hardships before, yet this seems to be the ultimate test of your strength and endurance â and right now youâre not quite sure you can finish it.Â
Cregan canât answer before heâs interrupted by another of your screams, each contraction and push bringing more and more agony, pain shooting through you as your babe readies itself to slowly make its way into the world.Â
âKeep going, my lady,â the maid says, dabbing a cloth on your forehead.Â
âI fucking am!â you all but snap, the sharp tone of your voice solely directed at her even causing the anxiety to leave your husbandâs face for a moment.Â
None of their gentle touches and encouraging words ease the pain that ripples through your body â not when the pressure inside of you builds up so quickly.Â
Beads of sweat drip down your forehead, caught by the maidâs cloth and leaving your skin glistening with the effort of birthing Creganâs heir.Â
The pain gets less for a moment, allowing you to breathe as exhaustion creeps up on you despite you not yet being done. Your head tips to the side, and your gaze meets the concerned one of your husband, an anxiety etched on his features that makes it clear his heart aches with your screams.Â
He leans in and tips his forehead against yours, allowing you to close your eyes for a moment and take in a deep breath. âYouâre doing so well, my love,â he whispers, a tremor in his voice that comes close to the one that shakes his large hands. âHold on, just a little longer.â
The urge to push becomes adamant once again, forcing you to hunch forward from the force that bears down on you. You all but squeeze the life out of Creganâs hand, the pain so overwhelming you hardly hear the words of the maid kneeling at the end of the tub. âAlmost there, my lady. The babe is almost out.â
Every bit of your strength is focused on delivering the child, your energy almost completely spent at this point. The pain seems to consume your entire being, filling your mind with nothing but the agony of birthing your child.Â
But with another push, all of your suffering suddenly is over.Â
The pain starts to subside, replaced by an overwhelming sense of both relief and exhaustion. You collapse back against the tub, your breath coming in ragged gasps.Â
That is the moment for the maids to go into action, their training and experience taking over. One of them reaches down to gently scoop the babe from the water, while another already is at her side to wrap a clean cloth around its tiny body. Where your screams have filled the chambers before, itâs now its cries that echo off the walls, easing all of your anxiety.Â
âIt is a boy, my lady,â the maid still kneeling at your side says, a soft smile on her lips. âA healthy, beautiful boy.â You smile softly as well, releasing a deep sigh of relief.
Grand Maester Munkun leans over the other two maids to assess the newborn, checking for any immediate signs of distress. As much as you want, you canât keep your eyes open to watch how he peels the cloth aside, and you just smile weakly at his voice. âThe boy indeed seems to be in good health,â he declares, clearly talking to Cregan who hasnât left your side. âA good set of lungs, too, my lord.â
Cregan also sighs in relief, the tension in his body leaving at once at that. Bringing a hand to your cheek, he gently rubs his thumb over your sweaty skin. âWell done, my love,â he praises. âYou have done so well. Our son is here and he is healthy.â
âShow him to me,â you demand softly, blinking wearily at him.Â
With a nod, he rises to his feet to make room for the maids. One kneels down and presents you the small bundle, but as you reach out, a renewed wave of cramps not as harsh as the ones before takes over your body. You grit your teeth and brace yourself for a sharper pain that doesnât come.
âAlmost there, my lady. âTis the afterbirth,â the older maid assures you, rubbing your shoulder. âYouâre almost done.â
Itâs been quite some time since your septa has told you about the process of birthing a child, yet you still know that delivering the afterbirth is another messy and unpleasant part of it â one that still has to be done anyways.Â
After it has come out without any issues, one maid quickly takes care of disposing of it while another maid tries to detach it from your son.Â
With the birth and delivery finished, the attention now shifts to getting you out of the bathtub and into bed to ensure your comfort and rest. The maids have handed your husband your son to gather around you, gently helping you up and out of the water. âLean on us, my lady,â one of them said softly with her arm around your waist.Â
Your exhausted body is dried and put into smallclothes and a nightdress until itâs eventually allowed to sink into the soft sheets. The maids fuss around you, making sure youâre comfortable, before your still crying son is finally brought to you.
They tug at the neckline of your nightdress to free your full breasts without a warning, yet youâre quick to swat their hands away despite having your son in your arms. âWhat are you doing?âÂ
âMy lady,â one of them begins, ââtis important that you begin to feed the babe as soon as possible. The first milk is the best source of nourishment for your son. We just wish to help you with the positioning and latching.â
Their words make you doubt yourself and your mothering abilities, although a part of you knows that itâs not their intention to make you feel that way.Â
âI know how to feed him,â you snap suddenly, maybe even irritated at your sonâs hungry crying, and the maids recoil at your harsh tone. They know that the first hours with a newborn are never easy, and they know that you are exhausted, sore, and overwhelmed by the recent events â hence their quick recovery.Â
âOf course, my lady,â one says, her voice gentle. âWe did not mean to overstep. We only want to ensure that both you and the babe are safe and well cared for.â
Letting out a deep breath, you meet your husbandâs gaze and try to keep your irritation at bay. âI understand,â you reply, slightly opening your arms to allow them to continue.Â
The earlier, chastened demeanor of the maids is replaced by a reassuring one as one maid grabs your hand to bring it to your breast, demonstrating how to help your babe latch on your little bud. âThere you go, my lady,â she whispers as you eventually begin to nurse your son, offering quiet, encouraging words.Â
Cregan, who has been silently observing the scene, finally interjects. âThank you for your services,â he says, voice kind but firm. âYou all have done an excellent job and you may leave now.â
The maids and grand maester glance at you and your son once more before filling out of the room, leaving your small family alone. Your husband contemplates sitting down in a chair close to the bed, but instead opts to occupy his side of the bed, scooting closer to you and bringing a hand up to brush your sonâs cheek lightly with a finger. You shift a little to accommodate him right next to you.
Your eyes are fixed on the infant in your arms as you continue to nurse him, watching as he greedily sucks at your breast with soft smacking sounds filling the otherwise quiet room. Despite the exhaustion, a sense of contempt washes over you.Â
âCan you believe he is really ours?â you ask softly, not tearing your eyes off of your son.Â
Cregan chuckles softly and shakes his head. âI can scarcely believe it,â he replies. He leans in and presses his lips to your temple, speaking against your skin. âYou are incredible, do you know that?â Pulling back, his gaze is filled with love and admiration. âEverything you went through⊠I have never seen anything more courageous and admirable.â
âWhat do you think about Eyron?â you whisper, eventually meeting his gaze.Â
He repeats the name, testing the sound of it and seriously considering it. âI like it. It has a strong, northern feel to it. Suits him well, I think.â
Your smile mirrors his as your eyes drift back down to your son, who is still suckling at your breast, his tiny hand clutching at the neckline of your nightdress as he does so. You gently brush a finger over his head, feeling the softness of the light hair.Â
Relaxing into your husbandâs embrace, your body fitting against his like a missing piece, you close your eyes in contentment. âYou do know you will not ride at the front with your men on the way back north, do you not?â
He kisses your temple yet again, chuckling softly. âThat is something to discuss once you have recovered and âtis time for us to return, my love.â
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Commission for @itsafullmoon
A/N: thank you so much for commissioning again! It means the world. <3 This was so fun to write, everyone needs a friendly werewolf who takes care of you. I didn't include the bedroom part because i thought this would make more sense, hope yâall enjoy it!
Request: werewolf x fem!human Fem!reader is going through hard times and makes a habit of coming home from work to go cry in kitchen and continue upstairs to get ready for bed. Sheâs completely unaware that her neighbor has been closely watching her routine since she moved across the street 6 months ago, he desperately wants to know whatâs wrong, hurt who ever is hurting her!âŠ..decided, sheâs the perfect mate! I would like it mentioned in story that fem!human has long black hair.
Maybe Iâm a bit of a creep
Werewolf x fem!reader || oral sex, knotting || tw: stalker (lowkey)
After a long day at work, you arrive home like a soul in distress. You leave everything into a pile at the door and walk to the kitchen half zombie. Last couple weeks have been a complete nightmare and you just want to get home, drink some wine... and cry. So you are going to do exactly that.
You are a strong woman who can deal with all this shit and walk away after. But first: crying. Just a bit of crying and then you can keep going. You can do this. But your inner monologue itâs soon cut short by the first tear, followed by a thousand more. You stood there in the middle of your kitchen, face down as tears rolling down your face and falling to the floor. You donât even care you will probably have to clean that later.
You stood there, crying and sipping on some wine like every other day of the past days. You want to be stronger than that, but you just⊠Canât. Life is a mess and sometimes crying is the only way to make you feel a tiny fraction better. But apparently not even that can you do in peace.
Thereâs a knock on your back door. You look up at the clock and get a bit wary, grabbing your phone in case you need to speed dial the cops or something. âYes?â You donât dare opening without asking first.
âIâm your neighbor, can I borrow some salt?â His deep and grumpy voice⊠Your hot neighbor, the werewolf next door. Fuck.
You knock your head against the door and breathe deeply before answering. You frantically wipe the tears away. âI- sure.â You try to get yourself together as fast as possible, you probably look like a mess and heâs going to see you in all your misfortune. There they go all your opportunities to hit on him at some point. Fuck. Your luck is just the worst.
You open the door a bit and try to back down to get the salt, but before you can do that, heâs asking: âWhy are you crying?â
You try to be as subtle as possible as you try to wipe away a couple more tears that escaped your traitorous eyes. It doesnât work. âWhat? Iâm not.â It sounds fake even to your own ears, but you stay put, maybe you can gaslight him slightly to make him feel you are telling the truth.
That thought makes you feel like a shithead, but dang, you want to maintain some kind of dignity in this stupid situation. Why had to be him? Couldnât it be any other neighbor that is not hot as hell and you didnât want to bang since the first day he moved in next door? Ugh. Your luck is truly terrible.
He takes a deep breath and approaches you. âYou cry every night. Iâve seen you.â He wipes away some of your tears with his clawed, furry paw, and it takes you two more seconds to register what he just said.
You look at him like heâs crazy, because he truly is. Has he been spying on you? Is he a creep? âWhat? How? Dude are you a creep? Iâm going to call the cops.â You pull your phone from your pocket ready to do just that.
But he stops you âNo! No, donât do that. Iâm-â He stops mid sentence, thinking about it, and ends up saying: âwell, maybe Iâm a bit of a creep.â You want to cry and laugh at the same time, what is this situation? Is he really accepting being a creep? What the actual fuck. âItâs just that your kitchen window is right across my living room window and you cry here every night.â You look across your kitchen and true to his word, his living room is right across your kitchen window. Fuck.
Can you be more lame? Heâs been enjoying his dinner every night just to have you crying across the lawn like a pathetic woman. Lasts pieces of your self-respect feel like running away at that moment. Fuck. Your luck is truly and completely fucked up.
But to your surprise, and probably his, too, his next words make you both speechless: âLet me make you feel better.â You stare at him, mouth agape and your brain running so fast you canât even process what he just said. What the fuck does he mean by that?
âWhat?â You ask, finally, when your brain gains some kind of control back over your body. He stares at you, his ears twitching in the most werewolf way possible. You wonder if he can hear the rapid beat of your heart.
âLet. Me. Make. You. Feel. Better.â He enunciates each word as if you were stupid, and at that moment, you feel pretty stupid. Heâs so fucking handsome you canât control your own brain around him, or your reactions, or how fucking done with everything you are because you want to say yes to his innuendo so bad.
You try not to feel the anticipation about it, but you can feel your pussy getting excited about it. âHow are you going to do that?â You ask, you want to believe itâs an innuendo, but with your luck lately, you canât ignore that it might be just a stupid idea, and heâs just talking about making you soup or something.
He looks at you and smells the air, sniffing you. You donât know what you smell like, but he smirks and says: âIâm going to bend you down over the table and Iâm going to eat you out. And then⊠Iâm going to fuck you so hard you wonât be thinking about your problems anymore.â You feel your heartbeat accelerate even more, your pussy getting instantly wetter. Fuck.
âI-â You hesitate, even though your pussy is screaming at you to stop being stupid and take this opportunity, bet some werewolf dick would make you feel incredible.
He looks at you, his face impossibly tender. âSay yes.â His whisper is so soft and filled with emotion that you feel like crying again, but this time for very different reasons.
âYes,â you whisper back, feeling shy all of sudden.
âThank the goddess for that.â He drives right in, framing your face with his paws and kissing you until your brain is spinning. You break apart just for him to tear your clothes off your body, making you giggle at his eagerness. He manhandles you until you are face down on the table, bent down, and heâs kneeling behind you, his face right over your pussy. Thatâs hot. âBon appĂ©tit.â You are about to laugh at the absurdity of the moment and his words when you feel the first touch of his tongue against your pussy. God.
He gives you no heads up, he starts devouring your pussy like heâs a starved man and you are the last source of food in the whole world. He licks and kisses, and makes out with your cunt. Meanwhile, you donât know what to do with your hands, grabbing and pulling at your hair. You groan and cry out and feel like the universe is behind your eyes as he keeps eating you out desperately.
The orgasm catches you by surprise, arching your back and pushing your hips against his face as he grunts his approval. You grind your pussy back into his face as he makes the most erotic sounds of pleasure against your sensitive areas. When you come down from the high, heâs right there to catch you, his whole body covering your back as you feel the tip of his erection against your entrance.
âSay yes,â he repeats.
âYes.â This time is not shy or embarrassed, you are completely on board with it, you want to be fucked until you are a mess of heat and juices.
He grunts at your agreement and starts pushing in. You thought he would be wild and savage, entering you in one hard thrust like all those romance books you love. But he doesnât, he whispers sweet nothings to your ear, telling you how pretty you are, how he was wishing to ask you out since he moved in but didnât find the courage. He tells you about how perfect you are, how good of a mate youâd make for him. And you preen at his compliments, your insides getting warm and your heart accelerating to the point of worry.
But he keeps going, his dick so far inside you can feel him against the back of your throat. Fuck. âIs it fully inside?â You ask after heâs been still for a long moment.
âNot yet, just a bit more. Breathe slow for me, let me in.â You do exactly that and groan loud and deep when you feel the last of him enter you. Good goddess heâs so deep.
âYou are⊠so deep.â You let out, your breath caught in your throat. He stays put, not even moving a millimeter, and still whispering sweet nothings against your ear. Bit by bit you relax, and when the feeling inside of you is no longer overwhelming you groan out: âMove.â He waits no longer. He pulls back as much as he can and drives right in, a slow tempo that is driving you insane. âFaster. Harder,â you order, your brain already lost in pleasure. His dick is so big that he hits every single pleasure point at once.
âAre you sure?â He sounds uncertain and that makes you like him even more.
âYes!â You cry out as he complies, pulling out and back in fast and hard. You groan and moan and a chorus of ah ah ah joins the slap of skin against skin.
He keeps fucking you, the symphony of ecstasy getting louder and louder, but he keeps talking, âyour fucking black hair drives me insane.â He tells you, pulling at your hair hard and making you moan.
âWhat? Why?â His non-stopping pounding is driving you insane, thereâs no way you can focus enough to understand what heâs saying.
âI think about it constantly, what would you look with your hair tied back and on your knees? What would you look when I grab it and ride you? It drives me crazy, and now every time I see you in a ponytail I get a boner.â You giggle at his confession, but another hard thrust against your G-spot makes your eyes roll back. He keeps talking, âand you wear too many fucking ponytails.â He punctuates every word with a thrust that have you seeing the whole galaxy. His big balls are bouncing on your clit and you feel so close to the edge you think you are going to break into a million pieces.
He fucks two more orgasms out of you, your body lax and fucked out under him. You donât know if you could continue, but you have no strength to tell him anything about it. And it feels so good⊠Over-sensitivity making each thrust a new experience.
But when you think itâs close to ending, he asks, âare you ready to take my knot, mate?â You are startled at his words, but at that moment you wouldnât care even if a burglar broke in. You need him like you need air, you want to come around his fat knot next.
âYes!â You scream, a little part of your brain worrying someone could hear how loud you two are being, but not really caring.
His dick starts to expand inside of you, so big you cry out and thrash under him. He holds you down with his own body as he pushes inside fully. When his knot is fully settled, he starts to grind his hips against your ass, and you see starts, another orgasm being ripped off you. He groans when your pussy clenches around him, and you feel the first shoot of his cum deep inside. So much of it. He cums for what feels like hours.
He pulls out and you feel a gush of fluids dripping down your legs onto the floor. Gross. But fast as lightning, heâs there with a warm cloth, cleaning you out and telling you how pretty you look all fucked out. You donât move from your position, unable to, your legs feel like jelly.
A bit later, when you are on the sofa, your head on his chest and your ass on his lap, you ask him, âDid you mean it?â
He looks at you puzzled, confused like a puppy. âWhat?â
You breathe hard, trying not to overthink too much what you are about to say: âYou called me your mate.â
He stops, his face blank as he looks at you, deep in thought. But he doesnât make you wait long. âI- Yes. I mean it.â You feel your heart expand, like itâs being overfilled with joy and anticipation.
âWould you go out with me?â You finally ask, feeling your face blush as you hide it in his neck, softly biting the tendon there, making him moan.
He grabs your face in his big hands and makes you look at him. âIâd thought youâd never ask,â he says, a big feral grin showing all his teeth. You blush harder when he kisses you deeply.
Well, at least crying got you somewhere⊠To the lap of a hot werewolf.
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Hii. I couldnât get reid and lila kissing episode out of my mind lol, can i request a fic with spencer getting interrupted (/kissed) while heâs rambling about something that annoyed him at work.. heâs so annoyed that he just keep talking but also keep kissing the reader back everytime until heâs just âwait why r u kissing me rn im literally so annoyed????â but then he continues kissing her anyway lol. You can write however you want though! Love your fics so muuuuch!!!!!
i think about that scene at least twice a week (my roman empire tbh)
warnings: kithing
Spencer paced the length of your living room, his hands gesturing wildly as he ranted about whatever had set him off at work that day. ââAnd can you believe they didnât cross-check the fingerprints before starting the entire interview process? Itâs such a basic step in protocol. I mean, we wasted hours, hours, running in circles!â
You watched him, nodding sympathetically from your spot on the couch, though you could hardly get a word in between his breathless, frustrated tirade. He was adorable like this, completely wrapped up in his thoughts, even when he was annoyed. His brow furrowed, lips moving a mile a minute as he laid out every little detail of the day that had irritated him to no end.
ââŠItâs not even like itâs the first time, either! Youâd think after all this time working together, weâd have this stuff down, but no, apparentlyââ
He paused as you stood up and crossed the room to where he was pacing. You had this urge to just... kiss him, mid-rant, to break through that whirlwind of frustration. Spencer glanced at you but didnât stop talking. ââapparently, no one knows how to follow through with the simplest procedures anymore, and itâs not like Iâmâ"
Before he could finish, you cupped his face in your hands and pressed your lips to his, cutting off his next string of words. For a second, Spencer froze, mid-sentence, but then his lips moved instinctively, kissing you back without missing a beat.
You pulled back slightly, but his brain hadnât quite caught up yet, and he kept talking. ââasking for perfection, just a littleââ
You kissed him again.
This time, he melted a bit, his hands instinctively coming to rest on your waist. But just as you thought you had him completely, he pulled back, blinking, still distracted by the cloud of irritation hanging over him. âWait, why are you kissing me right now?â
You grinned, biting back a laugh. âMaybe I thought kissing you might help.â
Spencer blinked at you again, clearly processing this new development. âHelp... with what?â
âWith getting you to stop ranting and relax for two seconds,â you teased, your hands still resting on his chest. âYou were getting worked up, so I thought maybe Iâd try to calm you down a bit.â
His frown deepened for a second, like he was trying to figure out whether or not he should continue being annoyed, but then he sighed. âI mean, Iâm still frustrated about it, butâŠâ
You leaned in, kissing him again, cutting him off before he could dive back into his complaints. He groaned softly, his hands slipping to your back, and after a moment, he gave in, his lips soft and warm against yours.
But then he pulled away again, furrowing his brows. âI really shouldnât be kissing you right now. Iâm so irritated.â
âMm-hmm,â you murmured, pressing your lips to his again, and this time, he didnât pull back.
He kissed you deeply, hands gripping your waist now, his frustration slowly ebbing away as he lost himself in the warmth of your embrace. When you finally broke apart, he sighed, resting his forehead against yours.
âOkay,â he said quietly, his tone much calmer now. âThat... kind of worked.â
You grinned. âI told you it would.â
He huffed a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair from your face. âYou really know how to distract me, you know that?â
âAnytime youâre annoyed,â you whispered, trailing a finger down his chest, âIâll be here to help.â
Spencer gave you a small, amused smile, finally letting go of the frustration heâd carried with him all evening. âOkay. I think Iâm officially done being annoyed.â
âGood,â you teased, leaning in for one last kiss. âNow, what were you saying?â
He shook his head, smiling against your lips. âI donât even remember.â
And with that, the conversation shifted into something far more pleasant than his earlier rambling, Spencer finally letting go of the dayâs annoyances, and choosing to focus on you instead.
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you're too pretty to kill (18+, noncon)
deadpool x fem!reader
Summary: deadpool was hired to kidnap and kill reader but reader is just too cute so it puts him in a moral dilemma
Pairing: fem!reader x deadpool
Word Count: 2k
Warnings/Tags: bondage, brat, gun kink, gun play, praise kink
You loved days when you could just rollerblade around the city without so much as a care in the world. The feeling of the warm summer breeze running through your hair. Watching as the lights zipped by like dust lost in the wind. You wish you could do this forever. After all, it was your peace, your one true happy place.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
Out of nowhere, you felt an arm wrap around your waist and a leather glove holding a handkerchief cover your nose and mouth.Â
You tried your best to fight whoever your assailant was back, pulling on his wrist in a desperate attempt to rip it off your face. But before you knew it, you felt your vision blur and your head begin to spin. It felt like the world was melting right before your very eyes.Â
Next thing you knew, you woke up to a sea of black. You could feel a piece of fabric cloaking your vision and tied securely behind your head. You tried to move your hand to hoist yourself up, only to find that both your hands were roped together behind your back. You tried to scream into the void, only to find that your mouth was sealed with a piece of tape.
âMmfffhn!â you managed to sputter out, leaning against what felt like a cold, concrete wall. In fact, it was quite chilly wherever you were. Was it a basement? Warehouse? Regardless, you were shivering from head to toe. The tiny crop top and mini skirt you threw on this morning before going rollerblading was just not cutting it, unfortunately.Â
You quickly snapped your head in the direction of what sounded like heavy footsteps and⊠clapping?
âWell, well, well,â a sly voice rumbled from the opposite end of the room. âNow what do we have here?âÂ
The unknown person gradually made his way over toward you, knelt before you, and removed your blindfold and gag.Â
You looked up, only to lock eyes with what you could only describe as two white ellipses, narrowing ever so slightly amidst the shadows. Your eyes eventually adjusted to the darkness.Â
âSuch a shame,â your captor sighed to himself. âYouâre so pretty too. As in, way prettier than most of my other victims. Normally my clients pay me big bucks to knock out assholes with beer bellies, bad breath, and a name on the registry but you.â He made a rectangle with his thumbs and index fingers as if to take your photograph. âYou are perfect.â
âWh-what are you going to do with me..?â you stammered, almost too afraid to ask. You never took your eyes off of him. He was tall, lanky, even. Dressed in all red and black. You took note of the gun in his holster and the two massive swords strapped behind his back.
âOh, nothing to write home about,â he assured, ruffling up your hair like you two were childhood best friends. âWell, I guess if you are really dying to know. Someone important wants you dead. So I guess you could say, I, being one of if not the most popular hitmen on the black market, was hired to.. Uh, whatâs the word, kill you! Yeahhhh, that sounds about right.â
âI donât understand,â you muttered to yourself. âAll my life, I canât think of a single thing I did that could possibly warrant this, I mean.. why me?â
âOh how tragic,â Wade remarked, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear while a tear slowly rolled down your cheek. âI mean, who in their right mind would want to kill someone like you? You are the literal picture perfect definition of the girl next door who wouldnât hurt a flea. It would take a psychopath to even dream of such a thing!â
You glared at him while he carried on his little performance. âDonât mock me.â
âOh.â Deadpool stopped mid-sentence as he lifted up your chin with the tip of his index finger. âSo itâs going to be like that, then.â
He leaned back slowly, only to gingerly remove his pistol from its holster.Â
âTell me, Y/N..â he whispered softly. âHave you ever held a gun before?â
âI.. no..â you replied, gasping as he pressed the cold barrel against your cheek.Â
âWould you say youâve ever, oh I donât know, felt it on your skin?â he teased, dragging it across your neck and collarbone. He took notice of how you swallowed the lump in your throat nervously, and the way your lip quivered ever so slightly.Â
âOr what about in your mouth..â his voice suddenly took a dark turn as he shoved the front of the handgun in between your lips, forcing it into the back of your throat.Â
You felt your blood run cold. At first, it all felt like some sort of a game. Like one sick, twisted joke. But now, it suddenly became real.Â
Wade was absolutely giddy, watching your soft, plump lips part open and accept the icy metal. He liked seeing how your pink tongue was forced still and how you squirmed like a helpless animal he had total control over. And the adorable little noises you made when your mouth was full. It delighted him in a way even he couldnât explain.Â
âWould you say youâve ever.. choked on one?â he said, barely being able to contain his laughter. Without another word, he pushed the pistol even deeper, causing it to squeeze against your uvula, eliciting your gag reflex.Â
âWhghnnn..â you muffled out, trying your best to mentally distance yourself as far away from this entire ordeal as possible. Your mind was racing at a pace you couldnât keep up with. You were trying to formulate a plan, something, anything to have him show you mercy.Â
âWow, you really are so good at this,â Wade mumbled, not relenting at all as he continued to shove the gun further down your throat. âDefinitely better than I thought. Hey, do you like practice or something? Because God, you are a natural! If I werenât about to kill you right now, Iâd hire you on the spot.â
You rolled your eyes at the innuendo.Â
Realizing he wasnât getting any further reaction from you, Deadpool slowly removed the pistol from your lips, watching with glee as a string of saliva connected your tongue from the tip of the barrel.Â
He then proceeded to drag the side of the handgun across your chest, over your bare stomach, and finally, resting on the waistband of your skirt.Â
âSo.. Y/N was it?â Deadpool rambled on, as he played with the pleats of your skirt with his free hand. âRight. You know, I would say I donât have a lot of weaknesses in this world, wouldnât you agree? So anyways, after I got mutated and all fucked up from that bastard Francis and became who I am now, thereâs very little out there that truly phases me these days. But this..â
He gestured towards your pastel pink miniskirt. âThis is something else.âÂ
And with that, he gently lifted up the cloth with the front of his gun to reveal your lacy magenta underwear.
âA thong! Boooold,â he commented, pressing the cold metal of the barrel right up against your labia. âI was wondering if you were wearing something underneath, and this answers the question. God, thatâs hot. You know whatâs hotter, though? One of my best friends, Logan. Thereâs just something so je ne sais quoi about that beautiful man. Anyways.â
Your breath hitched. Suddenly, a wave of goosebumps cascaded over your skin, and it was like the world just stopped making sense. Why did this suddenly feel sort of.. good? Minus the incessant yapping and endless sidetracked one-sided conversation, you wanted more. More of whatever this was.Â
And Wade granted your wish. He pulled the fabric of your thong to the side with his other hand and gently prodded your clit with the tip of his pistol.Â
He was taken aback when you moaned softly at the sensation.Â
âOh?â he said as he raised an eyebrow.
He pressed the gun even harder onto your pink pearl, eliciting another sigh.Â
âHuh. Color me impressed,â he muttered. âThis entire time I thought you were fighting for your life but you are actually enjoying this? You dirty little slut! And here I thought you were prim proper little miss perfect..â
âWhy.. why are you stopping?â you breathed, a splash of pink brightening up your cheeks, causing him even more of a surprise. âJust keep.. Keep going.â
And to his own dismay, he obliged.Â
âHow would you feel if I did this?â Wade asked, but before you could even react, he had already shoved the barrel of the gun deep into your cunt.Â
You tossed your head back in response, moaning helplessly as he pushed the pistol in and out of your swollen pussy.
âAh, ah~â you cried out, instinctively spreading your legs open to allow him even more access.
âNow thatâs a good girl!â he encouraged, taking note of your subtle invitation and pushing it even harder and deeper than he did before. âWow. You know, this has been truly enlightening, Y/N. I never in a million years would have guessed you of all people would turn out to be a freak! And you, my friend, are the freakiest of the freaks.â
âI-I am not!â you protested, gasping as you felt the cold steel pushing heartlessly against your walls. âI like normal things too.â
âUh huh,â Wade said as he continued to fuck your insides relentlessly with his gun. âAnd I am a three-headed sabertooth tiger named Richard. See? We can all tell lies to ourselves! Itâs fun.âÂ
You could feel yourself practically melting into his hands, your soul floating into the ceiling until you heard it. The click.Â
âWell, it has been real Y/N,â Deadpool sighed, his index finger resting comfortably on the trigger. âI mean, I donât know about you, but I sure as hell had the time of my life! Shit, if we didnât meet under these circumstances, we absolutely would have hit it off in another reality. As in, I would have fucked you in a multitude of positions in a variety of exotic outdoor locations! Unfortunately, however, the fun and games have to come to an end somehow. I mean, wouldnât you agree?â
You felt as if your heart was about to both break and jump out of your chest simultaneously.Â
âB-but..â you tried to reason with him. Not that it was any use, of course. âI really liked this..â
âI know, babe,â Wade cooed, his free hand snaking up and gripping around your throat tightly. âBut if I donât kill you now, I probably never will because you are just too cute. And sometimes I just canât help myself but make stupid decisions.â
âPlease donât kill me,â you begged, looking up at him.Â
Wade was just about to pull the trigger until you caught his eye.
âAw, FUCK!â he shouted, immediately removing the gun from your dripping snatch. âDonât.. donât do that.â
âDo what?â you inquired innocently, tilting your head to the side.Â
âThat!â he exclaimed, gesturing towards your face. âLooking up at me with those big, stupid adorable eyes. You know I canât help myself when you do that.âÂ
âI have no idea what you are talking about,â you shrugged. âBesides, I thought you had already made up your mind. You sounded pretty sure of yourself after all.â
âYou know, you really are a little shit, you know that?â Deadpool fired back, placing his hands on his hips. âGod, and this was supposed to be sexy and dangerous, but you totally ruined the atmosphere.â
You smiled to yourself, self-assured in your victory. âWell, does that mean you are going to let me go?â
âYeah, yeah, go fuck yourself,â Wade responded, untying your ropes and smacking you on the ass as you stood up. âGet out of here before I change my mind.â
Before you walked out of the warehouse, you stood on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek over his mask. âThank you.â
âGo, GO!â he yelled, pushing you towards the exit of the dingy building. âAnd donât come back.â
And as soon as you came, you were free. The moonlight poured through the cracks of the tree branches outside and lit up your face. The door slammed behind you in a dramatic fashion. And with that, you finally felt yourself settling into another moment of peace.Â
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Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.
Thank you very muchly.
Ooooooohh youâre giving me IDEAS (tbh Iâd be the same boat)
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âšOpening Upâš
Lucifer x f!reader
Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer
It has become evident that I am unable to write anything concise đ
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You sat upright on Luciferâs king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.
Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.
"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."
"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."
Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."
"O-Ok," you stuttered.
"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.
You shook your head. "No."
"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"
You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.
"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.
Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.
"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldnât help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. âLike what you see?â Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.
"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.
Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."
"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.
âHey, hey, hey, shhhhh,â he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. âItâs okay, angel, itâs ok. I upset you and Iâm sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.â He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.
You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. âThank you, Lucifer,â you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. âYou werenât the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.â
Lucifer turned his head to you, âReally? Then why-?â
âBecause Iâm afraid,â you quickly responded. âIâm afraid that Iâm not good enough for you. That I never will be. Youâre the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And IâmâŠIâm just me.â You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have-â
âDarling?,â Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. â âJust youâ is perfect. You donât need to be anything but yourself! I understand what youâre feeling, and itâs okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.â
You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.
âWait, wait, what are you-â Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.
It was at that moment you noticed you couldnât see Luciferâs face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.
âLucifer?â you called to him.
âY-You didnât have to do that, love,â he stuttered. âI never wanted you to feel that you had to-â
âPlease look at me, Luci,â you pleaded. âI love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.â
You saw Luciferâs hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. âAre you sure?â he asked softly.
You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Luciferâs eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.
âYouâŠare breathtaking,â he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasnât looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.
âMay I?,â Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldnât find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.
All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.
âUhh, Lucifer, a-are youâŠâ, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. âI can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhhâŠâ, you didnât know why you couldnât say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.
âOhâŠOH,â Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. âOh my gosh, I-Iâm so sorry! I didnât realize you could uhh, feel thatâŠplease forgive me!â
Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.
"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"
Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."
âWell,â you breathed, âI guess itâs only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?â Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red youâve never seen before.
âFfffuck,â was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adamâs apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.
âLike what you see?,â you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. âYouâre not the only one thatâs worked up here. Now weâre even.â
âMy love, pleaseâŠâ Lucifer whined, âplease let me taste you.â
"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.
"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.
"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. âFuckfuckfuck, mmmmâŠgonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!â Luciferâs tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didnât stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.
âYou alright, darling?,â he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasnât the cause of what you had just experienced.
âY-yeah, IâmâŠIâm fine,â you breathed. âJustâŠJesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!â
Lucifer laughed. âIâm sorry, love, I couldnât help myself.â
You rolled your eyes at him playfully. âOh, Iâm sure you couldnât. Now, letâs get these off you, hmm?,â you said tugging at his pants.
Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.
âAllow me,â you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that youâve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.
âLoveâŠf-fuck,â Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, âif you donât s-stop now, I-Iâm gonna cum. I wannaâŠwanna feel you. P-PleaseâŠâ
Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.
âI promise,â he whispered against your lips, ânext time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.â Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. âAre you ready, my angel?,â he asked softly.
You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.
âYou feelâŠamazing, darling, fuckâŠâ Lucifer choked out. âAre you okay?â
âYes,â you murmured, âI-Iâm okay. You can move.â
âAnything for you,â he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didnât take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.
âLu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-Iâm so close,â you pleaded. âPlease donât stop, p-please donât.â
âCum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.â Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.
âCuminmeâŠFUCKCUMINME,â you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.
Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Luciferâs hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.
âAre you alright?,â he asked. âDid I hurt you at all?â
âNo, you didnât hurt me,â you smiled. âThat feltâŠreally good. Thank you, for everything.â
Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. âNo, thank you, love.â
You chuckled returning the kiss. âWouldâŠyou mind if I held you, Luci?â
Luciferâs eyes widened, but he smiled wide. âOf course not, Iâd love nothing more.â
Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didnât move until the morning.
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Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo
AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, ITâS WHAT HE WOULD WANT
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Pairing: Alexia putellas x reader
Words: 2264
Warnings: alcohol
Summary: Youâre drunk, and therefore very curious as to whether or not Alexia would still love you if you were a worm.
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"Amor? I have ordered dinner. Is there-" Alexia cuts herself off mid sentence as she pauses in the threshold of the living room, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. You were standing just by the front door tucking your keys into the small purse you had hooked over your shoulder, dressed in a way that suggests it was evident you were heading out and not ready for the movie night Alexia had been planning.
"Where are you going?" She asks, lips slipping into a small frown.
You look up at the sound of her voice, your lips quirking up into a small smile as you walk over to her. "Out with Mapi, remember? I told you when you got home." You reach to take the hands she'd folded against her chest.
Alexia frowns, momentarily thinking back to when she'd gotten home a little over an hour ago before adamantly shaking her head. "No, you didn't." She insists.
"Baby, I did. I promise," you laugh softly, knowing just how scatterbrained she sometimes got after a long day of training and media duties. "Mapi and I have had this planned for a few weeks. Drinks and dinner. You were invited too but you said no." You attempt to jog her memory.
Alexia desperately wracks her mind in hopes to remember said conversation she can't remember taking place, but inevitably she comes up empty.
"You don't remember, do you?" You tease softy, letting go of one of her hands and playfully poking her nose, Alexia batting away your hand away with a quiet huff.
"No." She grumbles, her lips forming a pout that you were quick to kiss away. Her arms circle your shoulders, your own looping around her waist and squeezing softly in return.
"How long will you be?" She murmurs, the tips of her fingers trailing through the ends of your hair.
You purse your lips for a second in thought. "I'm not sure babe," you shrug. "A few hours? Maybe more?"
With Mapi in charge of drinks, it was highly likely you'll be out till at least midnight. When you say that girl could drink, you mean it with everything in you.
Alexia nods with a soft exhale. "Vale. I will save you dinner. Just in case." She murmurs, both looking and sounding a little disappointed over the fact you wouldn't be staying in with her.
Truth be told, you were too, though probably not as much.
Of course you absolutely adored Alexia, and given the chance you would spend every single night and day with her for the rest of your life. But Mapi was your best friend. Your best friend who you hadn't hung out with in months and had already rejected numerous invitations from before agreeing to this one a few weeks ago, so it would be extremely unfair to cancel on her now, and plus, you had been looking forward to it.
"You can come with us, you know." You say as you play idly with the waistband of her sweats, not wanting her to feel left out.
Alexia scrunches up her nose before shaking her head, the very answer you'd expected. She never liked to drink during the season, and when forced out with her team for celebrations, she would always stick to water. No matter how much Mapi tries and convinces her otherwise.
"No, amor. It is okay. I will stay here. Watch a game, maybe." She murmurs as she cups your cheeks, trailing her thumbs over the soft skin just briefly before leaning in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.
"Are you sure?" You ask as she pulls away, tilting your head to the side.
Alexia smiles. "SĂ. I am sure. I will see you later, vale? Be safe."
You lean up on your tiptoes and peck her lips before pulling away and making your way over to the front door. "I will. Promise. I love you." You smile.
"Te amo, bebé."
Alexia watches you go before collapsing onto the couch with a quiet sigh. She felt pathetic for missing you already, having every intention prior to spending the night with you curled up on this very couch.
It was just one night, she reminds herself. Get over it.
*
It was way past midnight when Alexia finally hears the front door open and close, the muffled voices of you and Mapi filling her ears as she pulls out her headphones and sets both them and her phone onto her nightstand.
"Amor?" Alexia calls as she slides out of bed, crossing her bare arms against her chest as she makes her way out of the room. She finds you both still in the entryway of your shared apartment, talking loudly between yourselves as you lean on one another to futilely attempt to kick off your shoes. Neither one of you were particularly successful.
"Amor?" She tries again.
Your head whips round at the sound of her voice, eyes lighting up as you stumble over to her and all but throw your arms around her shoulders. Alexia catches you with no more than a soft grunt as your chest collides none too gently with her own, her arms instinctively looping around your waist.
"Hi baby, I missed you!" You slur, lips upturned into a crooked grin as you stare up at her. Alexia can't help but smile back as she loosely tucks a damp strand of hair out of your face.
"I missed you too bebé. Did you have fun?" She questions, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from you. Her eyes seem to instinctively flicker over to Mapi as you ramble animatedly about your night, the Spaniard still struggling to kick off her shoes as she stumbles and lets out quiet curses beneath her breath.
"-so much fun!" You finish off your drunk ramble as your head flops dramatically against her chest, Alexia humming response as she leans forward and brushes her lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss.
"Oh!" You cry suddenly as you whip your head up from her chest, Alexia's eyes widening in surprise as she stares down at you. You let out a quiet hiccup as you pat her face softly, Alexia grimacing subtly at the clamminess of your fingers.
"Mapi is sleeping here." You tell her 'sternly'.
Alexia's eyebrows furrow in confusion. âMapi has her own house, no?"
"Yes but-" you hiccup. "But we want a sleepover, and Ingrid isn't home."
Alexia goes to speak again, but was promptly cut off by Mapi who now successfully had her shoes off and was stumbling to her feet.
"Sleepover!" She suddenly yells, Alexia visibly startling at the sound is she glances between the two of you unsurely.
"Sleepover!" You mimic, yanking yourself out of Alexia's hold. The blonde tries not to pout at the loss as she instinctively crosses her arms against her chest.
"Sleepover?" She repeats unsurely.
"Mhhh," you nod, sounding determined. "I am sleeping in bed with Mapi."Â
"Qué?" Alexia frowns. You were choosing to sleep in bed with Mapi as opposed to her?
"Me and-" another hiccup. "Me and Mapi are going to have a sleepover, together."
Alexia's eyebrows furrow. "Why?"
"Because she'll be lonely by herself." You say, sounding genuinely annoyed that she didn't already know the answer to your question. It makes Alexia pause unsurely before she dares to speak again.
"But then I will be lonely." She futilely attempts to convince.
"It is-" you hiccup. "okay." You attempt to reassure though Alexia didn't find much comfort in your words.
She knows it wasn't rational to argue with you when you were the drunk. You were stubborn. So much so it was sometimes concerning. But Alexia had been by herself all night. She'd missed you, more so than she was willing to admit out loud and she couldn't quite find it in her to admit defeat just yet.Â
"Please?" She finds herself pleading, sounding so unlike herself it makes her feel sick.
You hesitate, looking visibly unsure on what your next move should be. It was like deep down you knew something was wrong, but you were way too intoxicated to really figure it out.
Eventually, it appears as though your drunkenness wins out anyway, Alexia letting out a quiet exhale as she watches you tighten your grasp around Mapi's hand. "It's just for one night." You slur, sounding more convinced than Alexia feels.
She nods anyway, no longer willing to try and convince you otherwise when it was clear you had already made up your mind. Both you and Mapi soon disappear down the hall and into the guest room, the door slamming behind you a little harder than Alexia deems necessary. Swallowing yet another wince, she heads towards the front door and makes quick work of locking up for the night.
A night alone it was.
*
Alexia has no idea what time it is when the bedroom door of your shared room slowly creaks open, the hallway light shining in and illuminating the left side of the large bed she'd been left to sleep in alone. She sits up on her elbow, lips quirking up into a hopeful smile when she see's you tentatively peek your head through the gap the partially open door had created.
"Ale?" You murmur, not quite sounding fully sober but definitely not as intoxicated as you once had been.
"I'm here." Alexia assures quietly.
You step properly into the room before quietly closing the door behind you. "Mapi snores," you grumble as you stumble over to her and climb into bed, Alexia immediately bombarded by your body collapsing down onto her own forcing her head back onto its pillow. She loosely secures her arms around your waist as you continue talking.
"And she kicks." You nestle your head into her chest, your exhale of content seeping through the material of her shirt and hitting her skin. "You're much more comfortable."
Alexia raises an eyebrow. "I am?" She murmurs into the top of your head, her hand slipping beneath your shirt and resting on the bare skin of your back.
"Mhhh," You murmur, heavy lids fluttering closed. "It's sleepy time now."
"Okay." Alexia accepts with ease. You were still in the shirt you'd gone out in, and it was clear you hadn't brushed your teeth either, but she figures convincing you to get properly ready for bed now would only be pointless considering it appears as though you were only moments away from falling asleep. With the knowledge she had no choice other than to deal with it, she presses one last kiss to the top of your head before allowing her own eyes to close.
"Alexia?" Your quiet voice fills the room just as Alexia was on the brink of sleep.
"Mhh?"
"I love you."
Alexia smiles as she absentmindedly begins trailing the palm of her hand over the length of your back. "I love you too, bebé." She murmurs.
A few moments pass.
âAlexia?"
The blonde just about manages to refrain from groaning. "SĂ, mi amor?"
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask with genuine curiosity.
Alexia's eyes whip open as she lifts her head off of her pillow. "Qué?"
You lift your head up off of her chest. It was too dark to see your face fully, but she could just about make out the outline of your features.
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" You ask again, your voice becoming more insistent.
Alexia groans quietly as she drops her head back onto her pillow. "What does that even mean?" She grumbles, lifting one of her hands to rub at her eye.
"It means," you scoot up her body slightly as you clumsily cup her cheeks. Her lips pucker at the action, and she can't help but smile when you lean in and press a somewhat uncoordinated kiss to them. "If I was a worm, would you still love me?" You repeat yourself for the third time as you pull away.
"Amor, I-"
"Would you?"
"I don't-"
You sit up suddenly, legs straddling her hips as you cross your arms over your chest. "You wouldn't, would you?"
Alexia is baffled at the sudden anger in your voice. She forces herself to sit up too, arms winding around your waist effectively holding your chest flush against her own. "I never said that." She defends herself as she presses her lips against your cheek.
"But you didn't not say that either." You grumble, the pout audible in your words.
Alexia sighs heavily as she glances at the clock. Three thirty in the morning was not the time to be having this conversation.
"Amor, I would love you no matter what." She explains, hoping to end this conversation here so she could finally get some sleep.
Your arms uncross as you lean properly against her and rest your head on her shoulder. "Even if I was worm?" You ask quietly.
Alexia nods as she cups the back of your head and grazes the pad of her thumb over your scalp, smiling at the deep sigh of content that falls from your lips. "SĂ. Even if you were a worm." She placates, and you hum in satisfaction as you clutch tightly to the back of her grey tank top.
"I would love you if you were a worm too." You murmur sleepily, and Alexia huffs out a breath of amusement as she settles back against her pillow.Â
"I am glad, amor."
"Alexia?"
Alexia groans. "Bebé, it's late. Go to sleep."
"But I'm hungry!" You complain loudly.
Alexia sighs. Of course you were.
**
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â°â†â rafayel x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24: day 26
tags : pwp (without plot), starts out kinda sub!rafayel but gets very dom!rafayel at the end, phonecall involvement(?), teasing, oral (m. receiving), deepthroating, hair pulling, vaginal sex towards the end (unprotected), dirty talk, praise, use of pet names "princess" "baby" "cutie". lmk if i missed any tags!
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How far is too far?
It was a question you asked often.
Even as the towel you'd held up slid down over your body, even as you took slow, teasing steps towards the figure in front of you.
How far is too far?
You studied his reaction.
His eyes widenedâyou didn't miss the way his gaze raked over your body, the picture of pure, unadulterated desire.
And his breath hitched.
You heard it in the slight stutter in his words. So normally relaxed and unbothered just a few minutes earlier as you went to take you shower⊠Yet, now, he was struggling not to let his distraction show to whoever was on the other side of the call.
Thomas, you'd assumeâfrom the flippant way he'd brush off the caller's words, and from the way this seemed to be another call about his upcoming exhibition.
How far is too far?
You asked yourself again as you got on your knees and crawled over the bed towards him, watching his every move.
The redness in his cheeks intensified, and you smirked.
There was a silent question in his eyes: What are you doing?
Yet, the answer was as obvious as it could be.
Feeling satisfied with yourself, you palmed over his pants. Slow, teasing movements⊠Every rub had him twitching beneath your touch, erection becoming more and more visible. The way that paused mid-sentence to swallow thickly was almost comical.
"Rafayel? Are you there?"
You could hear the voice on the phone.
"Uhh⊠You know what, I gottaâ"
A look.
That was all it took from you.
A raised eyebrow.
You hooked your fingers through the waistband of his pants to pull down, easily exposing him to you, and made a vague gestureâcontinue.
Sometimes, Rafayel was obedient.
"âŠNothing. Go on."
And with a wink, you leaned in.
His cock felt warm and heavy in your hands as you held him, head dipping over his tip to allow a bit of your saliva to fall onto it. Your eyes never broke away from his as you brought your thumb over it, spreading the wetness, coating his shaft in a way that made it easier for you to glide your hand up, and down.
Up, and down.
His breathing began to shallow.
There was a challenge in your eyesâend the call, and I'll stop.
Perhaps, the only reason he didn't hang up was because he know.
You felt a shiver of excitement zip up your spine, because you had power. For once.
Payback.
"Sit still, prettyboy," you whispered. You flashed him a grin before you leaned in closer, allowing your breath to fan over his dick, enjoying the way it twitched in your hands.
So responsive.
Still, you looked at him. You licked a strip up his length, tracing over the prominent vein with the tip of your tongueâhe shivered, you felt it. As you sucked on his cockhead, he barely held back a moan. A dollop of pre-cum began to leak from the tip, and it almost couldn't be any more perfect than this. Watching him, you could see itâhis lips parting, his cheeks flushed, eyes nearly glazing his forehead.
He was perfect.
He was delicious.
He felt good in your mouth like this.
Slowly, you lowered your head, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could. Your hand continued to stroke what you couldn't fit, and you began to set yourself a rhythm. All the while never looking away, all the while watching him draw in sharp gasps, trying not to whine, trying not to make it obvious through the phone that you were sucking him oh-so-goodâ
"Sorry. Shitâsorry. Gotta go. Talk⊠talkâoh, shitâtalk later."
You could have laughed.
The moment he pressed on the red button to hang up the call, his phone had bounced on his bed, arms falling to his sides as he gripped at the sheets below. "Fuckâshitâprincess, you⊠you menace, youâŠ!"
Your actions had him spreading his legs a little wider, face scrunched up with pleasure. It didn't take long before his head was thrown back, and all he could say was your name.
Yet he wouldn't look away from you.
Wouldn't close his eyes.
Even as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, even as you sank down deeper on him, even as you bobbed your head up at a pace that had him writing, moaning, bucking his hips up to your mouth.
He wanted to watch.
He wanted to watch you take more, and more, and more of him until you nearly gagged, the reflex bringing tears to your innocent, doe-like eyes, andâ
"Fuck."
It was so easy to lose himself in you.
Within seconds, he had his hands tangled into your hair, hips raising from the bed, using you like his personal little toy. His hips fucked up into your mouth, twitching everytime his eyes moved from the sight of his cock disappearing into your swollen lipsâto you.
Your eyes.
"Fuckâfuckâfuckâ!" He moaned out, a mix of curses and your name until nearly unintelligible. "Shit! Yeah, princess, just like that, babyâgosh, you're insane, look at you being all innocent like that with me all in your mouthâŠ"
His words had you going faster of your own volition, taking him in deeper, fighting through the discomfort of having so much of him in you. You could tell. The closer he got to the edge, the louder and needier he would getâhands falling back to fist the sheets, back arching off the mattress.
This time, his eyes closed.
And with every, every last bit of his remaining strengthâŠ
He pushed you away and flipped you over, caging you between his arms.
"YouâŠ"
His voice was lower this time.
Dangerous.
Yet you could only grin back up at him, your mouth wet with drool, and he narrowed his eyes.
"CutieâŠ" he mumbled. "I'm gonna get you back for this. You are soooo not getting away with this, you hear me?"
He was panting.
His chest heaved, his face almost completely red from exertion, and if you looked downâwhich you didâyou'd see him throbbing and swollen, almost enough for you to think it felt painful.
Perfect.
"Are you?" you mocked him, clearly digging your own grave. Yet your tone didn't ease, and the proud look in your eyes didn't falter. "What're you gonna do about it, huh?"
A scoff.
"Oh, princess⊠If only you knewâŠ"
A smug, almost infuriatingly sure-of-himself kind of smirk made its way to his lips, and before you could think to retort, he was inside you.
The sudden stretch, the sudden entrance, had your eyes widening. Your back arched into him in both shock and desperation, because he'd slid in so easilyâyou'd gotten wet just from sucking him off, and he took pride in that fact.
"You're not gonna leave until I have my fill, cutie," he smirked. With a knowing look, he leaned in to whisper: "And I'm gonna fill you up really good."
Another thrust, and he let out a chuckle.
"Sit still, princess."
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Blinding Ire | Mattheo Riddle
Summary: Mattheo couldnât bring himself to admit his feelings for the Hufflepuff girl, but as Goyle puts his hands on her, his anger got the best of him.
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff! Reader
Warnings: Harrasement, mentions of physical assault
A/N: Couldnât Shake the thought off of my head so here it is
As an Scamander and coming from a long line of outstanding wizards you truly wore your familyâs name with pride. You had half of Hogwarts crushing and drooling to your feet, you were breath taking gorgeous, smart and everyone just wanted to be around you.
Mattheo Riddle was no other than a polar opposite, smug, cold in his demeanor, borderline arrogant and self-centered but he would be lying if he said you did not catch his eye.
But he did not allow himself to pursue you actively, he couldnât explain it, but when it came to you his confidence flew out the fucking astronomy tower. He could barely put together a whole sentence.
To your understanding, Mattheo was just reserved, so his sharpness when talking didnât cut through you.
Something nobody seemed to know was that Goyle had been stalking you for months now, at first you thought it was a simple crush but it started escalating as he began following you around the corridors, sneaking into your dorm when you were in class and stealing your personal belongings.
Honestly, it started being unsettling how unsafe you felt, but you didnât have the courage to speak up. Goyle could just throw money onto the whole situation and make it go away and in the end, you would be the one to blame.
Perhaps you should have spoken up, but you thought it was better to not make a fuss, involve the families and make a scandal that would follow your moves like the ghosts at Hogwarts.
Right now, you were in Class for Care Of Magical Creatures and Goyle was slowly and carefully making his way to you, whilst you graciously scurried away, Mattheo noticed this, making his eyebrows raise and his eyes narrowed distrusting.
But just then Hagrid gave you the instructions to go seek for food for the Fire Crab, the group broke apart and you went your way,focusing solely on the assignment at hand, allowing yourself to enjoy nature until you began hearing footsteps behind you.
âHello?â You called out but there were no answers other than the crackles of branches, leaves and the wind. âAnyone there?!â
Nothing.
You took a deep breath and walked a few steps before a hand covered your mouth, you screamed and squirmed away. Suddenly, you were spooned around to find Goyle looking at you with crazy eyes.
âG-Goyle?â You spoke trembling, he stepped closer to you and you flinched back
âBloody hell you are never gonna love me, are ya?â His tone was dark and as he keep stepping closer until you decided to take a leap and started running away into the woods feeling your heart pounding.
But Goyle tackled you to the ground, pinning you down onto the soil as you tried to break free but it was useless, he was twice your size, holding you so roughly you were certain your wrists were near to crack in two.
âHELP! PLEASE HELP!â You screamed at the top of your lungs as the tears started rolling down your face.
âSHUT IT!â He screamed in your face half-panicking and just as he raised his hand, ready to slap you across the face, his hand caught mid-air.
In the blink of an eye Goyle was off you and as you were now free from danger, you noticed the image of none other than Mattheo Riddle punching Goyle straight in his face, making blood pour out of his nose.
Although , Goyle could land a few punches that would too, cause harm, Mattheo was a raging bull, there was no way of stopping his ire.
You sat there completely out of it, as you watch the scene unfold, but you wanted to do something, anything to stop Mattheo from getting more hurt or in trouble for defending you, but your body was utterly unresponsive to your heart desires.
The commotion was so big the whole class catch up to the woods, you saw how Theodore, Draco and Lorenzo force him up. Yet, he was fighting them off trying to finish what he started.
âIF YOU FUCKING LAY A FINGER ON HER EVER AGAIN I WILL AVADA KEDAVRA YOUR ASS!â He roared.
âOI! Letâs not get carried away, will ya?â Hagrid said rapidly, trying his best to get a hold of such disaster.
Then, at such words, a switch light up in Mattheoâs brain, he looked in your direction and you were still sat down, with your back resting against a tree and your eyes wondering into absolute nowhere.
The Riddle boy approached you calmly, even with his clothes stained with the blood of his numerous injuries, somehow he projected an oddly reassuring calmness as his eyes found yours.
âY/N you-â he started questioning you but was quickly caught off guard by you launching into his arms and holding onto him for dear life.
He was taken back for a moment before slowly embracing you as you clawed onto the fabric of his shirt
âThank you, thank you, thank youâŠâ you kept mumbling in his ear as you cried, and even though your hug was doing no good to his bruises and fresh wounds, he could not have given less of a flying fuck.
Because in that moment, his only purpose was to ensure you felt safe. So much so, that he refused to leave your side as you went to the hospital wing, you were just checked up and asked about what happened, while Mattheo acted as if you were the one injured, constantly asking if you were okay.
After you were let go off, you visited Mattheoâs bed, he was freshly patched up and his eyes lighted up at the sight of you, he had a charming smile plastered on his face that almost made you forget his cuts and dry blood.
âHiâ you greeted him softly.
âHeyâ you played with your fingers nervously, as the heat creeped up your cheeks, not knowing what to say. Whilst Mattheo soaked in the sight of you completely mesmerized.
âDoes it hurt?â You asked inspecting his face and he shook his head.
âIâve gotten used to it. Donât sweat it, sweet girlâ he shrugged, you smiled softly and Mattheo realized he had called you sweet girl without thinking of it.
âAs grateful as I am I would appreciate you, not disfiguring your face in my behalf, Mattheoâ you joked making him laugh.
âWhyâs that?â He asked curiously stepping closer to you.
âYou might have a nice face to look atâ you teased, nuzzling his cheek with your index finger softly, your touch was so gentle and mindful it was practically impossible to explain how he felt his skin burst into flames.
âMight? That hurt, Scamanderâ
âYouâll survive, Riddleâ
You were both smiling and there was a moment of absolute silence before his eyes softened.
âYou sure youâre alright? Say the word and heâs deadâ he said with mischief but you knew he meant it and it was an odd feeling to know someone was willing to kill for you. Especially if that someone was Mattheo Riddle.
âWhat? Are you in love with me or something?â You joked nervously, he did not crack a smile, but you could see something clicked inside him as he looked at you dead in the eye.
âYesâ you were surprised as he answered you without hesitation and you just kissed him, finding words wouldnât cut it, this boy was your biggest crush for years and he had just saved you from an ugly situation, kept you safe and confessed his feelings, you would be dammed if you let that go.
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â°â€ Office Riding ~
paring: trafalgar law x f!reader
summary: using my headcanons from (riding them) // reader is needy and she desperately wants to ride him but as always heâs busy with work. (established relationship)
warnings: smut, teasing, unprotected sex, dick riding, slight nipple play, law calling you a princess, Captain play.
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Law seemed to be working for hours on end, you usually didnât mind but todayâŠ.today you were feeling particularly needy between your legs. Slowly you sneak away from the crew doing their daily tasks around the ship and made your way to his office. Knocking on his door, waiting until you heard his voice from the other side.
âWho is it?â
You heard Law call out from behind the door, you slowly open the door and peek your head in. âItâs me.â
âHmmâŠdo you need something as you see Iâm very busy.â He mumbled, not even looking away from his work. PrefectâŠyou couldnât help but think to yourself. Walking into his office and locking the door behind you.
âAww you work to much. Take a break with me.â You pouted, and walked towards him, rubbing his shoulders slightly. To which he grumbled and shrugs off your shoulders.
âI already told you Y/N-ya Iâm very busy, so please find yourself out of my office and help the others with their tasks.â
Still being needy you whine softly, leaning down and you began to place small kisses against his check. âPlease..Law.â And he keeps grumbling. âPlease I already told you! Iâm trying to work here.â He snaps at you. To which you sigh, fineâŠ.
You wiggle your way to his lap, sitting down. Whimpering softly, Law grumbled and sighed. He didnât bother moving you. He could finish his work with you on his lap right? As he began to write down on his sheets he felt you grind against his leg.
âPleaseâŠI need to ride youâŠ.I want to ride you Captain.â You whine out softly, burying your face into the crook of his neck. Moving your hips against his leg, moaning softly as you felt the fabric of your panties grind against your clit. âNeed your cockâŠplease Captain.â
Lawâs breath hitched slightly and he groans, his cock twitching slightly at your lewd words. But he was too stubborn to give in. âWell work for it then..â His eyes never leaving his work.
To which you gladly obeyed. Moving your hips against his legs, moaning softly under your breath. Placing small kissing along his neck. Which would earn a soft groan from Law. âYouâre meanâŠ.I just wanna ride your pretty cock.â
AgainâŠyour words were getting to Law. He wanted to throw you against his desk, he wanted to hear your moans.
âPleaseâŠneed to ride youâŠcan I Captain.â You moan, looking at him. Law couldnât help but admire the sight. The way your mouth hung opened as you moaned. Your dirty words rolling off your tongue. Itâll drive any man mad..
âKeep begging, Iâm still very busy.â
You couldnât help but roll your eyes, suddenly smirking to yourself. You knew the prefect words to get him worked up. âAwâŠfine. Youâre still very mean to your poor needy horny girlfriend. But I guess youâll leg would do. I donât need your co-â You began to say and immediately you were cut off mid sentence.
Law growled before you could finish your sentence, he roughly grabbed your face and captured his lips against yours.
Letting out a needy moan as you felt his lips against yours. Law didnât waste any time to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip. Asking for permission to which you gladly granted him. Both tongues fight over dominance, he couldnât help but grip your buttcheeks. Giving you a slight squeeze. Helping you grind against his leg.
âI dare you. Finish that sentence.â He growled against your lips. Biting your lower lip. âYou think my cock isnât good enough for you? That you just need my leg.â
Pulling away slightly, he couldnât help but admire at your beauty. The way you looked at him, the lust In your eyes, how you panted slightly. And how desperate and horny you looked. Law couldnât help but let out a low growl. He placed gently kisses along your neck as his hands worked along your body, removing your clothes until you were fully nude on his lap. âSo beautiful, so fucking beautiful.â He mumbled against your lip.
Law began undoing his belt and tugged his pants. But just enough for his cock to spring up, the head already having precum on it. You felt his his hard member against your stomach. He smirked, wrapping his hand around himself, giving himself long and soft strokes. âCanât believe I have to stop working because youâre a horny mess.â
Whimpering slightly, god you needed him. And he couldnât help but smirk at your reaction. âDirty slut, I would usually make you beg for it but since you look like a fool Iâll entertain you. Ride me.â He demanded.
âRide your Captain.â
You wasted no time, and were about aline yourself but he stopped you. âAh ah ah, tsk tsk.â He shook his head. âSpit on it first.â He grabbed his cock and slapped the skin on your stomach.
âYes Law.â You say and soon after you yelped slightly, he tugged your hair. âI mean Captain. Yes Captain..â Correcting yourself, and he patted your butt.
Spitting on his cock, he groaned. Giving him a few strokes. âThatâs good, good girl..â He moaned.
Law wasted no time, he helped you aline yourself to his needy member. You sink down slowly and gasp slightly. It took him all his willpower not to fuck you roughly. He gave you a moment to adjust. And after awhile you move your hips slowly. Making you moan softly.
âSo good..â Moaning out as you move your hips. âI love your cock Captain.â You whimper softly. Moving against his hips. His cock hitting your prefect spot.
Making Law growl, placing his hands on hips. Thrusting up slightly. âHmm? I couldnât hear that Princess. Mind speaking up for me?â He teased slightly, moving his hips against yours. Making you moan more.
âI love your cockâŠ.it makes me feel so good Captain. So good.â You moan out. âItâs the best cock ever..â
âThatâs a good girl.â He cooed out softly, rubbing your sides. Smirking at your words. âBest cock huh? Hmm damn right. And this right here.â He said, eyes darted down to your pussy. âThis is the best pussy Iâve ever had. You take me so well Princess.â
God his words were making you weak..
You continue to ride him, the room was filled with soft moans and low groans. You couldnât help but bounce on his cock. And it was driving Law crazy watching the way your mouth was letting out these moans, the way your body moved against his. And especially the way your boobs bounced up and down. He was lost in your boobsâŠ
He couldnât help but to bring his hands against your boobs and rub them slightly, giving them a slight squeeze. âMm all mineâŠâ He growled. Leaning in and he took one of nipples between his lips and started to suck on it slightly. Making you gasp out, throwing your head back. âOh God captain.â
His swirled his tongue around your nipple, biting it slightly. Pulling away slightly. He couldnât help but eye you, smirking to himself. Pinching your other nipple. âHmm canât forget about this one.â He said and took your other nipple to his mouth, sucking on it slightly.
Pulling away slightly, he looks at you and gives your nipples small licks.
Law could tell you were getting close with the way your moans grew louder and how your walls tightened around his. He leaned in and dragged his tongue along your neck. Bringing his dangerous fingers to your clit rubbing small circles around it. Pushing you closer to your climax.
âGonna cum all over my cock huh?â He mumbled against your neck. Making you whimper, nodding.
Moving your hips faster against his, his cock was hitting your g-spot making cry out in pleasure. He immediately eyed you and covered your mouth with his other hand.
âWhat? You want the whole crew hearing us?â He growled. Rubbing your clit faster, shaking your head and he smirked removing his hand. âGood..now keep quiet or Iâll shove your panties down your throat.â
Biting your bottom, you kept riding him as you felt your lower stomach muscles tighten up. âCaptainâŠplease Iâm so closeâŠmay I cum?â
âJust waitâŠcan you wait for me Princess. Please.â He moaned out, holding you down with one hand as his other hand was working on your clit.
Law moans were getting a little louder to the point where he had to bite down on his bottom lip to prevent him from getting louder. His movements were getting sloppier which meant he was close.
Suddenly he gave your clit a hard pinch âNow, please princess.â He begged slightly and leaned in to share a kiss with you. Shoving his tongue into your mouth.
And with a few more thrusts both you and Law reached your climaxes. Moaning into each otherâs mouths. He gave you a few more thrusts before pulling away from the kiss. You placed your forehead against his shoulder, placing small kisses against his skin.
He gave you a moment to catch you breath, before he pulled you away and pinned you against his desk. Earning a gasp from your lips. Not caring about his paperwork and books. Kicking off his bottoms.
âIâm going to teach you a lesson for bothering me. You knew I had a lot of work.â He growled, wrapping a hand around your neck, applying a little pressure. âNow Iâm going to teach you lesson.â He said, adding two fingers inside of you.
âYouâre not leaving this office until youâve learned your lesson, Princess.â
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If put to the test, would you step back from the line of fire?
AN:Â This got out of hand!! But kinda became one of my favorite stories I have written! I was up WAY too late today and in between meetings at work finished it, so I hope you enjoy it!! Let me know what you think!
Other Writing | Ao3
Pairing:Â Aaron Hotchner x Female!Reader
Word Count:Â 19k
Rating:Â Mature
Tags/TW: canon-typical themes, angst, fluff, injuries, fade-to-black smut, sexual tension, banters, enemies-to-lovers, suggestive comments.
Summary: New to the BAU, you quickly find yourself at odds with the unit's stoic leader, Aaron Hotchner. What starts as a clash of wills and a battle of stubbornness soon transforms into a connection neither of you anticipated. With each case you work, your fire-fueled banter and undeniable tension grow, challenging your carefully constructed walls. As you both navigate the line between professional rivals and something more, you're forced to confront the truth youâve been hidingâfrom each other and yourselves. In a world where control is your armor, letting someone in could be the biggest risk you've ever taken.
The bullpen buzzed with the usual energy as you made your way to your desk, the new addition to the BAU. You knew the reputation Aaron Hotchner held in the unit: stoic, precise, and tough on new recruitsâespecially women. Youâd heard the stories from the team about how he handled Emily's arrival and Jordanâs brief stint. You were determined not to let him rattle you.
But what you didn't expect was how quickly the two of you would clash.
"Agent Y/L/N," Hotch called out from his office, barely looking up from his paperwork. "I need that report on the recent case by the end of the hour. I hope you understand the urgency of deadlines here."
"I've been doing this job for a while, Hotchner," you replied with a clipped tone. "I donât need a reminder on how to meet deadlines."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of a smirk played at the corner of his lips. "Good. Letâs see if your actions match your confidence."
The tension between you two was palpable, and the rest of the team took notice almost immediately.
"They fight like an old married couple," Derek muttered under his breath, nudging Emily as the two of you clashed in yet another heated debate. There was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, watching you stand toe-to-toe with Hotchâa rare sight, considering most people didn't dare to challenge his authority so openly.
"She's got guts," Emily said, raising her eyebrows in amusement. "I donât think Iâve ever seen anyone go head-to-head with Hotch like that. And he's actually... engaging?"
Derek let out a low chuckle. "Oh, he's definitely engaging. Usually, he shuts people down in seconds flat, but with her? Heâs giving as good as he gets."
Emily grinned, shaking her head in disbelief. "Think they realize they're basically the same person?"
"Not a chance," Derek replied with a smirk. "Theyâre too stubborn to see it. And honestly, Iâm not sure I want to be around when they do."
The rest of the team exchanged amused, almost disbelieving glances. It was clear theyâd never seen Hotch behave like this before. He wasn't just tolerating your defiance; he seemed almost... entertained by it, as if he was finally facing someone who could match his intensity and push back just as hard.
And while you both seemed entirely focused on proving the other wrong, the team couldnât help but notice the way Hotch's lips twitched ever so slightly when you fired back at himâa hint of a smile that suggested he was enjoying the sparring far more than he let on.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The case had taken a toll on everyone. It was late, the team was exhausted, and emotions were running high. As you laid out your plan to corner the unsub at the next location, Hotch cut you off mid-sentence.
"No, that won't work," he said firmly, his voice colder than usual. "You're making assumptions without enough evidence to back them up. We need to think this through logically."
You clenched your jaw, trying to keep your temper in check. "I am thinking logically, Hotchner. If we don't act fast, we'll lose any chance we have of catching this guy before he strikes again. We have to take the risk."
"And that's exactly the problem," he snapped, his eyes boring into yours. "You're too impulsive. This job isnât about charging in headfirst without a solid plan."
Your hands balled into fists at your sides, the frustration bubbling over. "I'm not impulsive! Iâm trying to save lives, which, correct me if Iâm wrong, is the point of this whole job. But you wouldn't know anything about taking risks, would you, Hotch? You always play it safe, no matter what it costs."
A flash of anger crossed his face, and he took a step closer, his voice lowering to a dangerously calm tone. "You donât know a damn thing about what it costs, Y/L/N. Iâm not playing it safe; Iâm making sure my team comes home alive. Something you might want to consider before throwing yourself into situations youâre not ready for."
The team watched in stunned silence. No one dared to intervene as you and Hotch stared each other down, both too stubborn to back down. They were used to disagreements in the field, but this level of intensity was something newâeven for Hotch.
"Iâm not some rookie you can bully into submission," you said, voice shaking with barely restrained fury. "Iâm here because Iâm damn good at what I do. And maybe if you took your head out of your own ego for two seconds, youâd see that."
Hotch's jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought he might actually shout back. But instead, he spoke in that calm, unnervingly quiet voice of his. "The minute your 'damn good' plan puts any of my team at risk, Iâll pull you off this case so fast, you wonât know what hit you."
The team exchanged uneasy glances. It was clear this wasnât just about the caseâit was about control, about power, and about two people who couldnât stand the fact that they met their match in each other.
As you turned on your heel to walk away, you couldnât help but notice the looks on the faces of your colleagues. They weren't just surprised by how fiercely you stood up to Hotchâthey were stunned that he actually seemed to respect you more for it.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The case wrapped up successfully, just as you had predicted. Your plan, the one Hotch had so firmly shot down, ended up being the key to cornering the unsub. It wasnât without risks, but in the end, it worked, and no one could argue with the results.
As the team gathered their gear, Hotch remained silent, his face stoic as always, though there was a flicker of something else in his eyesâa mix of reluctant admiration and irritation that he couldnât quite mask.
Rossi, ever the perceptive one, sidled up to Hotch with a knowing smile. "You know, Aaron," he said, his tone dripping with amusement, "it wouldnât kill you to admit when youâre wrong. I mean, it's not every day someone out-thinks the great Aaron Hotchner."
Hotch shot Rossi a pointed look, his jaw tightening just slightly. "I wasnât wrong," he muttered defensively. "I was... cautious."
Rossi let out a chuckle, shaking his head. "Cautious? Is that what weâre calling it now?" He cast a glance in your direction, where you stood a little ways off, giving instructions to a local officer. "She was right, you know. And from the look on your face, I'd say you know it too."
Hotch's gaze flicked back to you, the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at his lips before he quickly wiped it away. "She was lucky," he said, more to himself than to Rossi, as if trying to convince himself of that fact.
Rossi raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Right. Lucky.â
Hotch opened his mouth to argue, then thought better of it. Instead, he gave a noncommittal grunt and turned his attention back to his paperwork, his expression a mask of irritation mixed with something that looked suspiciously like pride.
"Youâre a tough nut to crack," Rossi said, his tone softer now, more serious. "But maybe thatâs exactly why sheâs the perfect match for you."
Hotch shot Rossi a glare, but it lacked its usual sharpness. "Donât start, Rossi," he warned, though there was no real heat in his voice.
Rossi simply laughed, clapping Hotch on the shoulder. "Just saying, my friend. Sooner or later, you might want to let that wall of yours come downâbefore she knocks it down for you."
As Rossi walked away, Hotch allowed himself one last glance in your direction. He'd never admit it out loud, but in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a grudging respect for youâalong with a nagging realization that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't the last time you'd get under his skin.
But he wasn't ready to give you the satisfaction of knowing that. Not yet.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
Weeks passed, and while your clashes with Hotch became routine, you couldn't deny that you had developed a strange rhythm with him. You knew each otherâs moves like pieces on a chessboardâalways anticipating, always one step ahead.
Despite your frequent arguments, there was a mutual respect building beneath the surface that neither of you wanted to acknowledge.
During a late-night case discussion, Hotch had his arms crossed, leaning against the table. "Your theory is flawed," he said, his voice laced with skepticism.
You squared your shoulders, refusing to back down. "Itâs not flawed. Youâre just too stubborn to admit that my way might actually work."
Hotch raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with a challenge. "If I admit you're right, does that mean you'll stop trying to strangle me in these meetings?"
Your lips twisted into a smirk. "Don't flatter yourself, Hotchner. If I ever strangle you, itâll be out of pure frustration."
Hotch leaned in, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "Oh, Y/N, I didnât know you were into that."
You blinked in surprise, your cheeks heating slightly at his boldness, but you quickly recovered. "Only if it shuts you up," you shot back, trying to ignore the way your pulse quickened.
The rest of the team watched from a distance, exchanging amused glances. They could see the crackling energy between you two, even if you both stubbornly refused to acknowledge it.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The air between you and Hotch was still charged, the underlying tension refusing to fade. The rest of the team had taken to watching your interactions like a live sportâwondering who would land the next verbal blow.
You were in the middle of the bullpen, poring over case files, when Hotch approached, his expression as stern as ever. "Y/L/N," he said, his tone clipped and professional, "I need your analysis on the suspect's profile by end of day. And make sure itâs thorough this time."
You looked up, eyebrow arched. "Oh, donât worry, Hotchner. Iâll make it as âthoroughâ as you like," you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wouldnât want you to have to redo it when you realize I was right all along."
Hotchâs eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of irritation sparking to life. "This isnât a contest, Y/L/N. Itâs about accuracy and professionalismâtwo things you might want to brush up on."
You stood up, matching his gaze with equal intensity. "And maybe if you stopped micromanaging every move I make, youâd see that I know exactly what Iâm doing."
The tension between you was thick enough to cut with a knife, both of you glaring at each other like two opposing forces locked in an endless struggle. The bullpen went silent, eyes darting between the two of you in surprise at how openly you challenged himâagain.
Hotch opened his mouth to retort, but then he paused, his gaze softening just a fraction. He seemed to consider his next words carefully, as if he knew he was about to cross a line he wasnât ready to cross.
"You know," he said slowly, his voice dangerously calm, "for someone who claims to know what they're doing, you spend a lot of time second-guessing your decisions. Almost like youâre afraid to be wrong."
You bristled, feeling the sting of his words hit a little too close to home. "Iâm not afraid to be wrong," you shot back, eyes blazing with defiance. "Iâm just not used to being treated like an amateur by someone who refuses to admit when theyâre outmatched."
Hotchâs lips twitched, a brief flash of something resembling a smile crossing his face before he quickly hid it. "Outmatched? By you?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "If thatâs what keeps you motivated, Agent Y/L/N, then by all meansâkeep believing it."
Before you could fire back, Rossiâs voice broke through the tension. "You two done sparring, or should we set up a ring in the conference room?" he quipped, amusement dancing in his eyes.
The rest of the team chuckled, clearly entertained by the ongoing battle between you and Hotch. Despite their jokes, they were all aware that there was something different about the way Hotch responded to youâhow he engaged with you in a way he didnât with anyone else.
"You know," Morgan added with a grin, "most people donât stand up to Hotch like that. You must really like getting on his bad side."
"Sheâs practically setting up camp there," Garcia chimed in with a wink. "Itâs like their own twisted form of bonding."
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. "Please. If I ever start bonding with Hotchner, you have my permission to stage an intervention."
Hotch cleared his throat, shooting the team a look that was more amused than annoyed. "Alright, that's enough," he said, but there was a softness to his tone that wasn't there before, a hint that maybeâjust maybeâhe respected you for pushing back.
As the team dispersed, Hotch caught your gaze one last time. The moment was brief, but it lingered just long enough to make you question whether all this fighting was really about animosityâor if it was something else altogether.
And just like that, the fire between you reignited, burning hotter than ever.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The team was in the middle of a tense operation, a situation that demanded quick thinking and decisive action. You had taken a calculated risk, making a call in the field that didn't go as planned. The unsub got away, and while no one was hurt, it set the case back significantly.
The second you returned to the makeshift command center, Hotch was waiting for you, his eyes dark and unreadable. You barely had a chance to open your mouth before he was on you.
"What the hell were you thinking?" he barked, stepping closer, his voice rough with barely restrained anger. "That decision of yours just put everyone at risk, and I'm not sure we can afford that kind of recklessness again."
You shot back, adrenaline still coursing through your veins. "I was thinking that if we didnât take the shot, weâd lose our best lead! But of course, you'd rather sit around playing it safe while the unsub walks free!"
Hotch's eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might crack. "This isn't about playing it safe, Y/L/N! It's about not acting like a reckless amateur who puts the entire team's lives at risk because they have something to prove!"
Your hands shook with the force of your frustration, and before you could stop yourself, you snapped, "Oh, spare me the lecture, Hotchner! You act like you're the only one who knows how to do this job, but the truth is, you're just terrified of making a mistake. Youâre so damn scared of letting anyone in that you push people away the second they donât fit your perfect mold!"
The words seemed to hit Hotch harder than you expected, his eyes darkening even further. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a dangerously quiet tone. "You think you know me, Y/L/N? You donât know a damn thing. At least Iâm not so afraid of being alone that I act like I donât need anyone. You're more isolated than anyone on this team, and the saddest part? You overcompensate by pretending you donât care."
Your breath hitched, but you were too angry to back down. "Oh, that's rich coming from you, Hotchner! The great Aaron Hotchner, whoâs too afraid to be human around us because it might make him seem weak. You can't even let people in enough to let them see that you're a father first, can you? You act like this job is all that defines you, but deep down, you know you're failing at the one thing that really matters."
The moment the words left your mouth, you saw the flash of pain in Hotch's eyesâa wound laid bare for everyone to see. But before you could take it back, before you could even blink, Hotch struck back, and this time, it was a direct hit.
"You donât get to talk to me about failure," he said, voice shaking with a mix of anger and hurt. "You walk around here like you have something to prove, like if youâre tough enough, no one will notice how desperately you need to be part of somethingâanythingâto avoid facing how alone you really are. But here's the truth: no matter how loud you are, no matter how many arguments you win, youâre still just trying to convince yourself that youâre enough."
The team collectively held their breath, the weight of the confrontation settling over them like a dark cloud. You could see the shock and discomfort on their faces, how they tried to look away as if that would lessen the impact of the words you and Hotch had just exchanged.
You opened your mouth, ready to deliver one final blow, but something in his eyes stopped you. The hurt, the frustration, the betrayalâit was all there, mirrored in your own gaze. And you knew, in that moment, that youâd gone too far. So had he.
Before either of you could say another word, a voice crackled over the comms, interrupting the heated exchange. "We have a new lead on the unsub," Garciaâs voice came through, urgent and breathless. "I need you back at the command center, ASAP."
The tension snapped, and you both pulled back, breathing hard, eyes locked in a shared look of something like regret. You could see itâthe recognition that the words youâd thrown at each other couldnât be taken back.
Without a word, you turned and walked away, your shoulders tense, refusing to let anyone see how deeply the argument had cut. Hotch stood there for a moment longer, his face an unreadable mask, before he, too, walked in the opposite direction, his movements stiff and deliberate.
As you both moved to your respective corners, the team exchanged glancesâexpressions of concern, sadness, and a little fear. Even they could tell that this fight had gone way beyond professional differences. It had become personal. Too personal.
"You think they'll be okay?" JJ asked softly, breaking the silence that had settled over them.
Rossi shook his head, his face lined with worry. "Not sure," he said, glancing over at the two of you from a distance. "That was more than just anger. That was hurt. And thatâs a lot harder to come back from."
Derek looked from you to Hotch and back again, his face serious. "They both know they crossed a line," he said quietly. "But the question is, can they find their way back?"
Hotch knew heâd struck too close to home, just as you did. The damage was done, and as much as you both wanted to pretend it didnât matter, you couldnât shake the feeling that something between you had changed forever.
And for the first time since you joined the BAU, neither of you was sure how to fix it.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
In the days that followed your explosive argument, neither you nor Hotch said a word about what had happened. Both of you were too stubborn to apologize, too proud to admit that you might have gone too far. But even as the tension between you remained thick and uncomfortable, something in the way you interacted began to shift.
Despite your so-called hatred, you and Hotch started doing little things for each otherâthings that neither of you ever mentioned aloud. He'd leave a coffee on your desk, exactly how you liked it, when youâd had a particularly rough night. Youâd order lunch for him when he was too buried in paperwork to take a break. It was as if you were both trying to say "I'm sorry" without actually uttering the words.
The team noticed the change, the way you two danced around each other, trying to make up for the damage in the only way you knew howâwithout acknowledging it outright.
And whenever one of you tried to express gratitude, it always came out as an insult wrapped in sarcasm.
"Thanks for the coffee, Hotchner," you said one morning, not meeting his eyes. The words were gruff, but there was a softness beneath them that you couldnât quite hide. "I didnât realize you were capable of being considerate."
Hotch shrugged, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Donât get used to it, Y/L/N," he replied, voice laced with mock indifference. "Just trying to keep you from falling asleep in the middle of your presentations. Wouldnât want you to embarrass yourself in front of the team."
You rolled your eyes, a reluctant smile breaking through despite your best efforts to stay annoyed. "Oh please, Hotchner. If I did fall asleep, itâd probably be because your voice has all the excitement of a tax seminar."
He gave a small chuckle, the tension between you two easing just slightly, even if neither of you would admit it. It was as if every sarcastic comment and light jab carried with it a hidden messageâ"Iâm sorry," "I didnât mean it," "I care more than I should."
And so, the unspoken apologies continued, buried beneath layers of pride and wrapped in your shared rhythm of bickering. The gestures were subtle but unmistakable, a silent acknowledgment that despite the walls you both put up, you were trying to make things right in the only way you knew how.
But even then, the fire between you still burned hot, and neither of you could quite bring yourself to let go of the pretense of animosity. Not yet.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The days were filled with a strange tensionâone that wasnât entirely unpleasant. The biting remarks between you and Hotch were still there, but they were laced with something different now, something that had the team raising their eyebrows and sharing knowing looks. The biting anger had started to twist into something that almost resembledâŠflirting.
One afternoon, you were both standing by the coffee machine, trying to get through another endless stack of case files. You reached for the last cup of coffee at the same time as Hotch, your hands brushing against each other. You snatched it up quickly, smirking in his direction.
"Careful, Hotchner," you said, raising the cup to your lips. "You keep getting in my way like this, and I might just have to pin you to the wall."
Hotchâs eyes glinted with amusement as he raised an eyebrow, leaning in slightly. "Bold move, Y/L/N," he replied, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Didn't realize you were in the habit of getting physical on the job."
Your breath caught for a second, but you quickly recovered, narrowing your eyes at him with a teasing smile. "Only when someone deserves it," you shot back, your voice light but your gaze steady. "And trust me, Hotchner, you've earned it."
He smirked, the kind of smile that made it clear he enjoyed pushing your buttons, and that little spark in his eyes hinted at something more than just professional rivalry. "Iâll try to contain my excitement," he said, voice smooth and challenging, the playful banter lingering in the air between you.
You opened your mouth to fire back a retort, but no words came out. Instead, you found yourself laughingâa real, genuine laugh that caught both of you off guard. The sound of it seemed to disarm Hotch for a moment, his expression softening as he looked at you.
"Just admit it," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Youâd miss our arguments if they stopped."
You raised an eyebrow, pretending to think about it. "Iâd miss putting you in your place, Hotch. But donât get used to itâIâm still keeping score, and Iâm winning."
Hotch let out a low chuckle. "Weâll see about that."
The team observed from a distance, exchanging amused glances at the way you two were sparring. But this time, it wasn't just hostilityâit was something far more complicated, like the first sparks of a fire that neither of you wanted to put out.
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The night had not gone the way youâd hoped. The date youâd forced yourself to go onâan attempt to prove to yourself that you could open up to someone, anyoneâended as all the others did: in disappointment. Youâd spent the entire evening trying to connect, trying to be someone you werenât, only to come home with that familiar ache in your chest and a little too much wine in your system.
Stumbling slightly, you sank onto a bench outside the bar, phone in hand, replaying Hotch's words in your mind from your previous argument. "Youâre more isolated than anyone on this team, and the saddest part? You overcompensate by pretending you donât care."
The truth of it stung more now than ever. You felt the weight of his words pressing down on you, and you didn't have the strength to fight against it. Maybe he was right, you thought bitterly. Maybe I am going to end up alone because I can't let anyone in.
Before you could stop yourself, your fingers dialed his number, the alcohol-fueled haze making you braverâor more foolishâthan you would have been otherwise. The phone rang once, and then you heard his familiar voice, steady and calm.
"Hotchner," he answered.
You hesitated, suddenly feeling ridiculous for calling him of all people. But then, you let out a shaky breath and said, "I...I donât know why I called you. Iâm fine. Iâmâ" Your voice cracked slightly, betraying you. "I'm not fine."
He didnât ask you where you were. He didnât hesitate or question why youâd reached out to him. Instead, his voice softened, and you could almost hear the worry in it. "Tell me where you are, Y/N," he said, his tone more gentle than youâd ever heard it. "Iâm already on my way."
You told him the name of the bar, and before you knew it, Hotchâs car pulled up to the curb. He got out, looking every bit the composed leader he always was, but there was something else in his eyesâsomething softer as he took in your disheveled state.
Without a word, he draped his coat around your shoulders and led you to the passenger seat. The drive was quiet, the hum of the car the only sound between you. You kept your eyes on the window, embarrassed by your outburst but too drained to put your walls back up.
When he pulled up to your place, he helped you out of the car, his hand lingering at your back, a silent comfort. You let him guide you up the steps to your door, but when you fumbled for your keys, he stopped you, turning you to face him.
"You didnât have to come get me," you said, your voice small, more vulnerable than you wanted it to be. "Iâm just a mess tonight."
He looked at you, really looked at you, and for a moment, you saw the mask he always wore slip just a little. "Youâre not a mess, Y/N," he said quietly. "Youâre human. We all are."
You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. "You don't get it, Hotch. I keep trying to let people in, and I can't. It's like there's this wall I can't tear down, and I'm starting to think Iâm going to end up just as alone as you said."
Hotch's jaw tightened, and he reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Youâre not alone," he said, his voice low, almost tender. "And for what it's worth, I never meant to make you feel that way. Youâre tougher than anyone I know, but you donât always have to be."
You looked up at him, feeling the weight of his words settle in a place deep in your chest. For once, there was no sarcasm, no biting remarksâjust a quiet honesty that took you by surprise.
"Why did you come?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. "After everything I said to you?"
Hotch hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching yours, and then he said, "Because I know you. And I knew that when you finally let your guard down, even a little, it wasnât something youâd do lightly." His voice softened even further. "I couldnât just leave you alone tonight."
The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words. He moved closer, his hand still resting on your shoulder, and you let yourself lean into his touch, even if just a little.
He just stood there with you, holding you steady when you couldnât hold yourself up, letting you see that maybe, just maybe, letting him in wasnât as terrifying as youâd thought.
"Thank you," you finally said, looking up at him with something that felt like gratitude mixed with a hint of something deeper, something you werenât ready to name yet.
Hotch gave you a small, almost shy smile. "Anytime, Y/N," he said simply. "And for the record, Iâm not going anywhere."
You nodded, the walls between you still there, but just a little lower now. And as you stepped into your apartment, you knew that this was the beginning of something differentâsomething you werenât ready to admit but couldnât deny anymore.
The fire between you still burned, but it felt like a fire that could warm you instead of one that would consume you.
The door clicked shut behind you, the weight of the nightâs events settling over you like a heavy blanket. Hotch stood in your entryway, his hands in his pockets, looking more out of place than youâd ever seen him. This was Aaron Hotchner, the unflinching leader of the BAU, but right now, he looked like a man unsure of what to do next.
You leaned back against the wall, running a hand through your hair and letting out a sigh. "Iâm not usually like this," you said, your voice rough around the edges, still tinged with the effects of the alcohol. "I donât usually call for help."
Hotch gave a small, almost reluctant smile, his eyes softening as they met yours. "I know," he said quietly. "Youâd rather bite off your own arm than ask for help. Thatâs why I came."
You blinked at him, a bit taken aback by the way he said it, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The honesty in his eyes made something in your chest tightenâa mix of frustration and relief that you couldnât quite put into words.
"You think you have me all figured out, donât you?" you muttered, looking away to avoid the intensity of his gaze.
Hotchâs lips twitched into a smirk, that familiar fire sparking back to life in his eyes. "Well, you do have a habit of making it a challenge," he said, his voice taking on that dry, teasing tone. "But youâre not as complicated as you think, Y/N. I see right through that tough act of yours."
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest in a weak attempt to shield yourself from the truth of his words. "Oh, please, Hotchner," you said, trying to regain some of your usual bite. "The last thing I need is you trying to psychoanalyze me."
Hotch took a step closer, his gaze never leaving yours. He was close enough now that you could see the concern etched in the lines of his face, the way he was holding back something he wanted to say. "Youâre right," he said, his voice gentler now, almost a whisper. "Iâm not here to analyze you. Iâm here because I care."
Those last words hit you like a punch to the gut, the sincerity in his tone catching you completely off guard. You opened your mouth to say something, anything to deflect, but all that came out was a shaky breath.
"You care?" you repeated, a mixture of disbelief and sarcasm lacing your voice. "Is this the part where you tell me youâre my knight in shining armor?"
Hotch let out a small, rueful laugh, shaking his head slightly. "Hardly," he said, a hint of that familiar smirk creeping back. "More like the guy who has to keep you from making a fool of yourself because youâre too stubborn to admit youâre human."
You wanted to snap back, to put up the walls again, but you were too tired, too raw. Instead, you just looked at him, really looked at him, and saw something in his eyes that you hadn't allowed yourself to see beforeâgenuine concern, warmth, something that made you feel seen in a way you hadnât in a long time.
"You know," you said, your voice quieter, softer than it had been all night. "Youâre kind of infuriating."
Hotchâs smirk grew into a smile, the kind that crinkled the corners of his eyes in that rare, almost boyish way that you hardly ever saw. "And youâre impossible," he replied. "But weâve established that already, havenât we?"
For a moment, you both just stood there, the air between you thick with unspoken words. You shouldâve felt awkward, but instead, there was a strange comfort in the silence, like you were both finally seeing each other without all the defenses in place.
You let out a deep breath and nodded toward the couch. "Stay," you said, surprising even yourself. "Just for a while. I could use the company."
He didnât argue. Hotch gave a small nod and moved to sit on the couch, his movements careful, deliberate, as if he didnât want to push too hard, too fast. You sat down beside him, not too close but not as far as you might have a few weeks ago.
The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, your head leaning back against the couch, your eyes closing as you tried to process everything. You felt Hotchâs presence beside you, solid and grounding, the quiet rhythm of his breathing strangely soothing.
"Thank you," you finally said, breaking the silence, the words almost too quiet to hear. "For coming to get me. ForâŠnot letting me be alone tonight."
Hotch turned to look at you, and when you opened your eyes, his gaze was softer than youâd ever seen it. "Anytime," he said simply. "And I mean that, Y/N. You donât have to go through everything on your own."
You felt something crack open inside you, just a littleâa small space where the walls had been, making room for him in a way you never thought youâd allow. And maybe, just maybe, that terrified you even more than anything else.
As you both sat there in the quiet, the tension between you still simmering but somehow warmer now, you realized that for all your fights, your arguments, and your stubborn pride, you didnât hate him. Not even close.
You didnât say anything more that night. You didnât have to. The silence said enough, and for once, neither of you felt the need to fill it with words.
The fire between you had shifted, turning into something new, something unspoken but undeniably there. You didnât feel quite so alone.
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The next morning, the BAU office buzzed with its usual energy, but everything felt different. The night before lingered in the back of your mind like a half-remembered dream, and you couldnât quite shake the image of Hotch sitting beside you on the couch, his quiet presence more comforting than youâd ever expected.
You walked into the bullpen, forcing yourself to adopt the mask of professionalism you always wore, your steps just a touch more deliberate to hide any trace of a hangover or vulnerability. You were determined to pretend like nothing had changed, like the night before was just a glitch in your well-oiled machine of stubborn denial.
But as soon as you stepped into the room, you felt Hotchâs eyes on you. He was at his desk, his expression calm and controlled, but there was something different in the way he looked at youâsofter, more attentive, like he was seeing you in a way he hadnât before.
You met his gaze, and for a second, the rest of the office seemed to fade away. His eyes held yours, and you could feel that unspoken connection between you, the memory of his steadying hand on your back, his whispered words in the dark.
But then you broke the gaze, clearing your throat and throwing up your usual walls. "Morning, Hotchner," you said briskly, moving past his desk like it was business as usual. "Letâs hope youâre ready to keep up today. Wouldnât want to have to drag you along."
Hotchâs lips twitched into that familiar half-smirk, but there was something in his eyes that wasnât there beforeâsomething almost like pride. "Careful, Y/L/N," he said in that smooth, controlled voice of his. "If youâre not careful, people might start to think youâre actually enjoying this partnership."
You opened your mouth to fire back a retort, but JJ and Morgan chose that moment to walk in, their eyes darting curiously between the two of you. You could see the knowing smiles tugging at their lips, and you knew theyâd sensed the shift in the air.
"Everything okay over here?" Morgan asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. "I thought I saw sparks flying for a second there."
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest to regain some semblance of your defenses. "Please, Morgan," you said, a hint of sarcasm in your tone. "If I wanted sparks, Iâd go rub two sticks together in the woods."
"Uh-huh," JJ said with a grin, not missing the way Hotchâs eyes followed you, a little softer than they usually were. "Well, you two seem to have your own language these days. Should we be worried?"
Hotch straightened in his chair, his expression slipping back into that stoic professionalism, but you caught the flicker of amusement in his eyes. "I think you have more important things to worry about," he said evenly, glancing at the case files on the table. "Like solving this case."
Morgan shot you a sideways glance, his grin widening. "Man, they really do bicker like an old married couple," he said under his breath to JJ, loud enough for you and Hotch to hear.
You rolled your eyes dramatically, but you couldnât quite hide the smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Keep dreaming, Morgan," you said, flicking your gaze to Hotch for a split second before turning back to the files. "If I ever settle down, itâll be with someone who actually listens."
You didnât miss the way Hotchâs eyebrow twitched at that comment, the slightest hint of a challenge in his eyes. He gave you a look that said he was holding back somethingâsomething that both of you were too stubborn to acknowledge.
"Who said anything about settling down?" Hotch replied, voice smooth as ever. "I thought you were the kind of person who lives for the argument."
"And I thought you were the kind of person who likes to be right," you shot back, smirking. "Guess weâve both been wrong about each other."
There it wasâthe unspoken truth lying between you both, hidden beneath the layers of sarcasm and banter. You could feel the shift, the way your arguments had started to feel less like battles and more like dances, each of you knowing the otherâs moves before they even made them.
As the day wore on, you found yourself glancing at Hotch more often than you cared to admit, catching him looking at you with that same intense focus that he usually reserved for unsubs. The problem was, this time, you werenât sure whether he was profiling you or trying to figure out how to get past your defenses.
Later in the day, as you grabbed another cup of coffee, you felt his presence next to you before he even said a word. He reached for a file on the counter, leaning in slightly closer than necessary, and murmured just loud enough for you to hear, "I meant what I said last night, you know."
You blinked, momentarily caught off guard. "Which part?" you asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.
Hotch's gaze held yours, unflinching, unwavering. "The part about not going anywhere," he said softly. "And the part about you not having to be alone. Not if you donât want to be."
You swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. You knew what he was offeringâa chance to let him in, to take that next step, whatever that might be. And it terrified you more than youâd ever admit.
"Thatâs a dangerous game, Hotchner," you said, trying to deflect with a smirk, even though your heart was pounding in your chest.
Hotch gave you that slow, almost maddening smile that seemed to unravel something deep within you. What you couldnât seeâwhat he hid beneath that calm exteriorâwas the way his mind was still racing with everything that had happened the night before. The way you'd let your guard down, even for just a moment, had left him more shaken than he wanted to admit.
He wasnât a man who let people in easily; it took a lot for his interest to be piqued, to feel something more than detached professionalism. But youâyou had managed to get under his skin. He hadnât been able to stop thinking about that glimpse into your world, the vulnerability you showed him when you thought no one else was watching. It was raw, real, and it stirred something in him that he didnât want to let go of.
He was intrigued by you in a way he hadnât been in a long time, and now that heâd seen that side of youâthe part you kept hidden from everyone elseâhe didnât want you to close that door again. He wanted more than just the sharp banter and the fiery arguments. He wanted to see the layers beneath, to understand the person you were when the armor came off.
There was this part of him that saw you as this rare enigma, but also a part that saw a mirror looking back at him--someone who finally carried their world in the same way as he did.Â
"Youâve never been one to play it safe, Y/N," he replied, his voice low and warm, the hint of a challenge still lingering. "Why start now?"
There was a flicker of something in his eyes, something almost like hope mixed with determination. He was giving you a choice, but deep down, he knew he didnât want you to pull away, to retreat back into the walls youâd built so carefully around yourself.
You didnât have an answer for that. At least, not one you were ready to give him. The truth was, the idea of letting him inâof letting anyone inâscared you more than you wanted to admit. But his steady gaze, the way he was looking at you as if he was ready to hold that door open as long as it took for you to walk through it, made it harder to hide.
So instead, you just nodded, your walls still there but not quite as high as theyâd been before. "Weâll see," you said softly, more to yourself than to him. "Weâll see."
And as you turned away, you couldnât help but feel the weight of his eyes still on you, watching, waiting. Hotch knew that if you closed yourself off now, it would be ten times harder to find his way back in. But he also knew he couldnât push youânot yet. All he could do was make sure that when you were ready to open that door again, heâd be right there, waiting for you.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
A few days passed since that quiet moment at the coffee machine, and while you tried to push it to the back of your mind, it kept creeping up on you. Hotchâs words, the look in his eyesâit all felt too real, too close, and you werenât ready to let it unravel everything youâd built around yourself.
The trouble was, Hotch wasnât making it any easier.
He was still his usual composed, authoritative self during briefings, but every now and then, youâd catch him watching you out of the corner of his eye, as if trying to figure out what was going on beneath your surface. It was disarming, the way he seemed to see straight through you, and it annoyed you to no end that you cared what he thought.
Today was no different. The team was deep into a new case, the type that pulled everyoneâs focus with its twists and turns, but you still felt that nagging awareness of Hotchâs gaze tracking your every move. You tried to shake it off, to focus solely on the details of the profile you were presenting, but when your eyes met his, you hesitated for a fraction of a secondâa slip that didnât go unnoticed.
As you finished laying out your theory on the unsub, you expected Hotch to challenge you like he always did. Instead, he gave a small nod, his eyes never leaving yours. "Solid work, Y/L/N," he said, his voice steady, but there was a trace of something else in itâsomething that felt like he was acknowledging more than just your profiling skills.
Morgan raised an eyebrow at the rare praise coming from Hotch. "Wow, did I just hear that right?" he teased. "Hotch giving a compliment? Are we sure weâre not in an alternate universe?"
You rolled your eyes, fighting to keep the blush creeping up your neck from reaching your face. "Donât get used to it," you shot back, forcing a smirk. "Iâm sure heâll find something to disagree with in about five minutes."
But when you glanced back at Hotch, you caught the smallest hint of a smile pulling at his lips, like he was amused by your deflection. It was such a fleeting moment that if you hadnât been watching him closely, you might have missed it. But it was there, and it sent a ripple through you that you couldnât quite shake.
Later that evening, as the rest of the team wrapped up for the day, you found yourself alone in the conference room, staring at the evidence board. The case was getting under your skin in a way that you couldnât quite explain, and you were too restless to go home.
"Working late?" Hotchâs voice broke through the silence, and you turned to find him leaning casually in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He looked at you with that same unreadable expression, and you hated how your pulse quickened at the sight of him.
"Just tying up loose ends," you said, your tone clipped, but even you could hear the exhaustion in your voice. "Canât leave things half-finished."
He nodded slowly, stepping further into the room, his gaze never leaving you. "Youâve been distracted," he said, not as a question, but as a statement of fact. "Is it the case, or something else?"
You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head. "Always profiling, arenât you?" you said, turning back to the board to avoid looking at him. "Maybe itâs both. Or maybe Iâm just tired of being stuck in my own head."
Hotch moved closer, close enough that you could feel his presence like a tangible weight in the room. "You know, you donât always have to carry everything alone," he said quietly. "Youâre allowed to let someone in."
You turned to him then, your eyes locking onto his, the vulnerability of that night flashing in your mind. "I thought you knew me better than that, Hotchner," you said, your voice laced with a mix of defiance and something softer. "Iâm not good at letting people in."
Hotch held your gaze, and this time, he didnât look away. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I also know that when you finally do, you donât want to regret it."
The words hung between you like a dare, and for a second, you saw past the stoic exterior he always wore, straight into the man whoâd been just as guarded, just as wary of letting anyone see the cracks beneath his armor. It was unnerving and comforting all at once.
"I donât want to close that door again," he admitted, his voice steady but his eyes revealing a flicker of uncertainty, as if saying it out loud made him vulnerable in a way he hadnât been before. "You let me in, Y/N, even if it was just for a moment. And I donât want to lose that."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words died in your throat. You could feel your defenses crumbling, piece by piece, under the weight of his gaze, and it scared you. But it also made you feel something elseâsomething you werenât ready to put a name to.
"I donât know what you expect from me," you said finally, your voice softer, almost hesitant. "You know Iâm not the kind of person whoâs good at this⊠at letting someone get close."
Hotchâs lips curved into that maddening, gentle smile, and he reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against your arm. It was a simple touch, but it sent a jolt of warmth through you. "Iâm not expecting anything," he said, his voice calm, reassuring. "I just donât want you to shut me out when you donât have to."
For once, you didnât have a quick retort, no sarcastic comeback to throw up as a shield. Instead, you found yourself nodding, the smallest sign of surrender, as if silently agreeing to let thisâwhatever it was between youâtake its own course.
"Goodnight, Y/N," Hotch said softly, his hand lingering on your arm for just a moment longer before he turned to leave.
"Goodnight, Hotch," you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper as you watched him walk away.
As he disappeared through the doorway, you let out a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding. The fire between you wasnât just simmering anymoreâit was building into something that felt inevitable, something that terrified and thrilled you all at once.
You didnât feel the urge to run away from it.
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It had been a long week for the team, the kind that left everyone mentally and physically exhausted. The case had taken a toll on each of them, but none more so than Hotch. You could see it in the way his shoulders sagged slightly when he thought no one was looking, in the tightness around his eyes that no amount of professionalism could hide.
Heâd been quieter than usual, more distant, even with you. It was a stark contrast to the way heâd been drawing closer lately, as if heâd built up his walls all over again. And for some reason, that made something inside you ache.
You found him alone in his office late that evening, the light dim, a half-empty cup of coffee growing cold on his desk. The tension in his posture was palpable, and he didnât look up when you knocked lightly on the doorframe.
"Hotch," you said softly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. "You look like youâre about to tear that case file in half. Whatâs going on?"
He didnât answer at first. He just kept staring at the paper in front of him, his jaw clenched tight, the muscle ticking in his cheek. For a moment, you thought he might brush you off, that heâd snap back into his guarded self and shut you out completely.
But then he let out a slow, shaky breath and finally looked up at you. There was a weariness in his eyes that you hadnât seen before, something raw and unguarded. "Itâs Jack," he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I missed his soccer game today. I promised Iâd be there, and I missed it."
You blinked, surprised by the admission. It wasnât like Hotch to let his personal life bleed into the job. He was the master of compartmentalization, always keeping his professional mask firmly in place. But right now, that mask was slipping, and you could see the guilt and pain beneath.
"Iâm sorry," you said, the words genuine and uncharacteristically soft. "I know how much he means to you."
He gave a short, humorless laugh, rubbing a hand over his face as if trying to scrub away the exhaustion. "Itâs not just that," he said, finally meeting your gaze. "I try so hard to be there for him, to make up for all the time I canât get back. And every time I fail, it feels like Iâm failing him all over again."
You took a hesitant step closer, your defenses lowering in response to his vulnerability. "Youâre not failing him, Hotch," you said, your voice firmer now. "Jack knows youâre doing everything you can. Youâre a damn good father, even if you donât give yourself enough credit."
Hotchâs eyes softened as he looked at you like he was seeing something in you that he hadnât allowed himself to see before. "Itâs just hard," he said quietly. "Balancing everything. Being there for him and still being the kind of leader this team needs. Sometimes I donât know if Iâm doing either one right."
You took another step closer, your hand hovering near his on the desk. "You donât have to be perfect, Aaron," you said, using his first name intentionally, letting it roll off your tongue like a promise. "Youâre allowed to be human. To mess up. To let people help you when you need it."
His breath hitched slightly when you said his name, and you saw the way his defenses cracked just a little more, like he was allowing himself to believe you, even if just for a moment. "You say that," he said, a small, wry smile forming on his lips. "But youâre not exactly the poster child for letting people in either."
You felt a reluctant smile tug at your lips, even as your heart pounded in your chest. "Touché," you said, your voice gentler now. "But maybe we could both stand to learn a little."
Hotch stared at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours as if trying to decide whether he could really let you see himâreally let you in. And then, almost imperceptibly, he reached out, his hand covering yours where it rested on the desk.
"You know," he said, his voice low and rough, "itâs easier for me to tell you not to close yourself off than it is to follow my own advice."
You looked down at his hand on yours, feeling the warmth of his touch seeping into your skin, and you squeezed his fingers lightly. "Yeah, well," you said, your voice soft but steady, "lucky for you, Iâm not going anywhere either."
His eyes softened even more at your words, a quiet gratitude filling them that made your chest tighten. He was letting you see himânot the stoic leader, not the unflinching profiler, but the man beneath all that. The one who was just as scared of opening up, just as afraid of failing the people he loved.
"Thank you," he said finally, his voice thick with emotion. "For this. For not letting me push you away."
You offered him a small smile, one that felt more real than anything youâd given him before. "Donât thank me yet," you said, a teasing glint in your eyes. "Iâm still going to make your life hell in the field."
Hotch let out a soft chuckle, the sound breaking the tension in the room like a breath of fresh air. "Iâd expect nothing less," he said, the warmth returning to his gaze. "In fact, Iâd be disappointed if you didnât."
The two of you stood there, hands still linked, the silence stretching out but not uncomfortable anymore. It was filled with a promise, an unspoken understanding that things had changed between youâthat neither of you was quite as alone as you used to be.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The bullpen was buzzing with the usual chatter as the team wrapped up another case. The mood was lighter than it had been in days, and everyone seemed relieved to have a few moments to breathe. You stood at your desk, reviewing some final notes when you felt that familiar presence beside you.
"Y/L/N," Hotch said in his even tone, but there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes that only you could see. "I noticed a couple of discrepancies in your report. Care to explain?"
You raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly as you turned to face him. "Oh, Hotchner, I didnât realize you were that nitpicky," you said, leaning in just a fraction. "I thought you were more of a big-picture kind of guy."
Hotchâs lips curved into that maddening smile, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Details matter," he replied, his voice dropping a notch. "And if I didnât keep you on your toes, whereâs the fun in that?"
The rest of the team was watching this exchange with poorly concealed amusement. Morgan exchanged a look with JJ, and Garcia's eyes were practically sparkling with glee.
"You two are at it again," Morgan said, shaking his head with a grin. "I swear, the tension between you two is so thick we could cut it with a knife."
"More like set it on fire," JJ added, nudging Garcia, who was already leaning forward, her mouth wide with anticipation.
"Oh, please," you said with a mock roll of your eyes, but your smirk was undeniable. "If Hotchner could actually manage to light a fire, heâd probably try to put it out just to avoid making a mess."
Hotchâs eyebrow shot up at that, and he took a small step closer to you, his voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for everyone to hear. "I donât know, Y/N," he said, his eyes locking onto yours with a challenging glint. "I think youâd be surprised at how good I am at playing with fire."
The room went silent for a beat, the rest of the team exchanging looks that screamed oh my God, did he just say that?
Garciaâs jaw dropped dramatically. "Okay, thatâs it!" she exclaimed, pointing between you and Hotch. "There is no way you two donât have some unresolved sexual tension going on here. Spill the beans!"
You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could say anything, an alarm went off on the conference room monitor. Garciaâs eyes widened as she quickly typed on her laptop. "Weâve got an urgent update from the field team," she said, all traces of her previous amusement gone. "It looks like the suspect we apprehended escaped during transfer."
Hotchâs face shifted instantly into his no-nonsense mode, all traces of flirtation gone as he snapped back into action. "Everyone, gather your gear," he ordered. "Weâre heading out now."
As you all hurried to grab your things, you felt Hotchâs hand on your arm, his grip just a bit tighter than usual. "Stay close," he said, his voice low and serious. "I donât want any surprises."
You nodded, but there was a fire in his eyes that hadnât been there beforeâa look that sent a thrill through you despite the situation. You didnât have time to dwell on it as you jumped into the SUV, your focus shifting to the task at hand.
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The stand-off had gone sideways fast. The unsub, cornered and desperate, made a reckless move, and in the chaos that followed, Hotch took a hitâa deep gash to his arm from a knife as he shielded you from the unsub. He stayed in control, his face a mask of determination as he secured the suspect, but you could see the pain etched in the tight lines around his mouth.
"Hotch!" you shouted, rushing to his side the second the threat was neutralized. Your heart was pounding in your chest, but you forced yourself to stay focused, your eyes darting over the wound. "You couldnât just dodge or take a step back like a normal person?"
He gave you a half-smile that somehow still had that infuriating charm. "I had to make sure you had a clear shot," he said, his voice calm despite the blood seeping through his sleeve. "Besides, if Iâd let you take the hit, youâd never let me live it down."
"Yeah, well, now youâre stuck listening to me complain about your lack of self-preservation," you muttered, shaking your head even as you helped him over to the waiting ambulance.
The paramedics wasted no time guiding Hotch into the back of the ambulance, their hands moving efficiently as they assessed the wound. You followed closely, trying to keep your expression neutral, but the sight of blood seeping through his sleeve made your stomach twist with worry you couldnât quite hide.
"How bad is it?" you asked the nearest paramedic, doing your best to sound calm even though your insides were in knots.
"Deep cut," the paramedic said as he worked quickly to clean and bandage Hotchâs arm. "Heâll need stitches but no major damage. He got lucky."
Hotchâs eyes flicked up to yours, a small smirk forming on his lips despite the pain. "Lucky, huh?" he said, his voice slightly strained but still holding that familiar edge of sarcasm. "Looks like Iâm harder to get rid of than you thought."
You let out a shaky breath you didnât realize youâd been holding, and for a moment, your guard slipped completely. The rush of adrenaline from the standoff was fading, leaving nothing but raw fear and relief in its wake. Without thinking, you reached out and gave his good shoulder a light but frustrated punch.
"You reckless idiot," you muttered, your voice cracking despite your best efforts to hold it steady. "Do you have any idea how worried I was? You scared the hell out of me, Hotch."
The words came out harsher than you intended, your emotions bubbling to the surface faster than you could control them. Hotchâs smirk softened into something gentler, more genuine, and he looked at you like he was seeing right through your bravado to the fear and vulnerability beneath.
"Y/N," he said quietly, his tone different nowâgentler, sincere. "I didnât mean to worry you."
But before he could say anything more, you felt your chest tighten, overwhelmed by how close youâd come to losing him. Hotch reached out slowly, his uninjured hand wrapping around yours, holding on in a way that felt both grounding and intimate. His thumb brushed lightly over your knuckles, and you didnât pull away.
Hotch hesitated, then reached out to gently touch your hand, his voice almost a whisper, "Iâm right here, even if you donât know what to do with that."
You blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, and you squeezed his hand harder than you meant to.
"You infuriating man," you said, your voice trembling as you tried to hold onto the last shred of your composure. "You just had to go and make me care, didnât you?"
The laugh that escaped Hotch was soft, almost disbelieving, and his eyes were filled with something youâd never seen beforeâsomething that made your chest tighten and your defenses crumble even more.
"Iâm glad you care," he said, so quietly that it was almost lost in the noise around you. "More than you know."
Your breath hitched at his words, and you bit your lip to keep the tears at bay. Desperate to deflect, you let go of his hand and turned away, taking a deep breath to steady yourself.
"You had to make me feel something, didnât you?" you said, throwing him a wry smile over your shoulder as you blinked back the tears that refused to fall. "Next time, try not to make a mess of it, okay?"
Hotch's eyes softened as he looked at you, the smallest hint of a smile tugging at his lips despite the pain. "No promises," he said, a warmth in his gaze that wrapped around you like a lifeline. "But I'll try not to scare you again."
You nodded, biting your lip to keep your composure, and then without another word, you turned and walked away, each step heavier than the last. You needed to get some distance before you completely fell apart in front of him.
But as you reached the end of the ambulance, you heard his voice, softer and closer than you expected. "Y/N," he called out, making you pause. "You know Iâm not going anywhere, right?"
You didnât turn back, but you felt the faintest smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. "Youâd better not," you said, voice just loud enough for him to hear. "Youâve got a lot to make up for."
And as you walked away, you realized that letting him in didnât feel like a mistakeâit felt like the only choice that made sense.
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Hours later, after a tense and exhausting standoff, the team finally returned to the BAU headquarters. Everyone was drained, their nerves frayed from the adrenaline crash, but there was a palpable sense of relief in the airâthe suspect had been recaptured, and despite the close call, no one was seriously hurt.
But you couldnât shake the image of Hotch sitting in the back of that ambulance, blood staining his sleeve, his eyes meeting yours with that maddening calmness he always managed to keep. The memory made your chest feel tight, like something was lodged there that you couldnât swallow down.
You headed to the quiet of the briefing room, too wired to sit still. You started pacing, the adrenaline from the night's chaos still buzzing through your veins. All you could think about was how close youâd come to losing him and how much that realization had rattled you more than you wanted to admit.
Just as you were about to let out a frustrated sigh, you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you found Hotch standing in the doorway. His usually neat tie was loosened, and his composed demeanor seemed a little frayed around the edges.
"You okay?" he asked, his voice softer than usual, his gaze fixed on yours with an intensity that sent a shiver straight down your spine.
"Yeah," you said, but your voice wavered, betraying the emotions that had been building all night. "Just trying to come down from the rush, you know?"
Hotch stepped closer, the space between you shrinking, the room suddenly feeling too small to contain everything unspoken between you. His injured arm was bandaged, but he didnât seem to notice or care. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room.
"You handled yourself well out there," he said, his voice steady but tinged with something elseâsomething like pride, mixed with relief and maybe even a touch of vulnerability. "You always do."
You gave a shaky smile, but you couldnât help the words that slipped out next. "You didnât have to get hurt for me to prove it, you know," you said, your voice cracking just a little. "What were you thinking out there?"
Hotch's lips twitched into a faint smile. "I was thinking," he said, meeting your eyes with that steady, unwavering gaze, "that if it came down to protecting you or getting a scratch, Iâd take the scratch every time."
You let out a breath, something between a laugh and a scoff, your defenses slipping in a way that was becoming too familiar. "Youâre impossible," you muttered, shaking your head. "Always playing the hero, arenât you?"
"Only when it matters," he said softly, taking another step closer. His voice dropped to a whisper, the kind that sent a rush of warmth straight through you. "Youâre important to this teamâto me."
The air between you was crackling with the kind of tension that had been building for weeks, maybe even months. It was as if all the arguments, the banter, the fire had been leading up to this moment, and you both knew it.
"Hotch," you said, barely more than a whisper, taking a step closer to him. "What are we doing here?"
He took a deep breath, and you watched as his gaze flicked down to your lips for the briefest of moments before returning to meet your eyes. There was a crack in his usual stoic demeanor, the tiniest flicker of vulnerability shining through, like he was finally letting you see the part of him he always kept hidden from the world.
For once, Aaron Hotchner didnât look like the unshakeable leader of the BAUâhe looked like a man on the edge, torn between staying in control and letting his guard drop completely.
"I donât know," he admitted, his voice rough, tinged with a hint of something youâd never heard from him beforeâfear, maybe, or hope. "Iâve spent a long time pretending this wasnât happening... I donât think I can anymore."
He took another step closer, and you could see the hesitation in his eyes, like he was terrified of making a move that couldnât be undone.Â
His voice softened, almost to a whisper, as he added, "Iâve been trying to ignore this," he admitted softly, his eyes never leaving yours, "but itâs not that simple anymore."
The words hit you like a punch to the chest, knocking the air right out of your lungs. Youâd always known he was guarded, that he kept his distance as a way to protect himself, but hearing him say it out loud, seeing the raw vulnerability in his eyesâit shook you to your core.
For a heartbeat, you stood there, your emotions tangled, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. The weight of his words, the confession in his voice, crashed over you like a wave, breaking down every last wall youâd built between you.
"I donât know how to do this either," you said, your own voice barely holding together, a touch of desperation leaking into your words. "Iâm so used to keeping people out, and then you come along andâ" You shook your head, letting out a shaky breath. "You scare me, Hotch. This scares me."
His gaze softened even further, his thumb grazing over your knuckles as he reached for your hand, holding it like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You donât have to be scared," he said, his voice so gentle it almost broke you. "Not with me."
The tenderness in his touch, the way his eyes held yours with so much quiet intensity, like you were the only person who existed in that momentâit was more than you could take. And then, with a boldness you didnât know you had, you reached up, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him into a kiss that was anything but gentleâfierce, desperate, a release of all the frustration and desire youâd been bottling up for so long.
The moment your lips met, it was like the world stopped turning. The kiss was electric, searing, filled with all the unspoken words and pent-up tension that had been building between you. It wasnât just a kiss; it was a collisionâa clash of everything youâd both held back, all the things you were too afraid to say out loud.
Hotch responded instantly, his good hand sliding to the small of your back, pulling you against him as if he was afraid youâd slip away. His kiss was just as intense as yours, almost rough, like he was staking a claim, like heâd been waiting for this moment just as long as you had. His fingers tangled in your hair, his breath mingling with yours, and he kissed you like he was pouring everything he had into itâall the fear, all the hope, all the need heâd been trying so hard to hide.
When you finally broke apart, gasping for breath, you saw that the mask had shattered completely. The intensity in his eyes was unlike anything youâd seen beforeâraw, open, unguarded. Finally, you saw Aaron Hotchner not as your stoic boss or your sparring partner but as the man who had somehow slipped past every defense youâd ever built.
"You," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of disbelief and relief, "You make everything so damn complicated."
Hotchâs lips curled into a slow, almost wicked smile, his thumb gently stroking your cheek as he held you close. "And you wouldnât have it any other way," he said, his voice low, roughened with emotion.
"Maybe not," you said, a shaky laugh escaping despite the tears welling in your eyes. "But damn you, HotchâŠyouâre going to ruin me."
He brushed his lips against your forehead, soft and lingering, his breath warm on your skin. "Only if you let me," he whispered a promise in his voice that made your chest tighten almost painfully. "And I really hope you let me."
At this moment, you realized that maybe letting your guard down wasnât a sign of weakness; maybe it was the bravest thing youâd ever done. And maybe, just maybe, you were ready to be brave with him.
Just as the charged silence wrapped around you both, the door to the briefing room swung open. You and Hotch sprang apart, a little too quickly, both of you turning to see Derek Morgan standing there with an expression that was equal parts surprise and amusement.
Morgan's eyes flicked between you and Hotch, taking in the slightly disheveled look on both of your faces. A grin spread slowly across his face, and he raised an eyebrow in mock innocence. "Whoa," he said, holding up his hands as if surrendering. "Did I just walk in on something, or is this one of those 'don't ask, don't tell' situations?"
You felt your cheeks heat up instantly, your mind scrambling for a response. But before you could even open your mouth, Hotch, ever composed and unreadable, turned to Morgan with the kind of calm authority that only he could pull off.
"We're just wrapping up, Morgan," Hotch said, his voice steady, but there was the slightest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouthâone that only you seemed to notice. He kept his gaze locked on Morgan, his posture relaxed yet still protective, as though daring anyone to comment further.
Morgan's grin widened, but he knew better than to push his boss too far. He gave you both a knowing nod, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, alright," he said, backing out of the doorway with his hands still raised. "Iâll let you two get back to 'wrapping things up.' Just remember, Hotch, the teamâs got eyes everywhere."
As soon as Morgan disappeared, you let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding, a half-laugh escaping your lips. You turned back to Hotch, who met your gaze with a look that was a mix of exasperation and reluctant amusement.
"Well," you said, shaking your head with a smile, "that went better than expected."
Hotch's lips twitched into a wry smile, the hint of a challenge in his eyes. "You realize this isnât going to go unnoticed by the rest of the team," he said, his tone a little softer now, almost conspiratorial.
"Oh, I know," you replied, your smile turning playful. "But Iâm not planning on making it easy for them."
Hotchâs gaze held yours for a moment longer, something unspoken passing between youâan agreement, a promise, that whatever came next, youâd face it together. And with that, the tension in the room shifted once more, the unspoken understanding between you deepening into something neither of you couldâor wanted toâdeny.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The rest of the night passed in a blur of paperwork, debriefings, and quiet conversations as the team began to wind down after the exhausting case. But no matter how much you tried to focus, your mind kept drifting back to what had happened with Hotch in the briefing roomâthe way his touch had lingered on your waist, the heat in his eyes, and the quiet promise of something more.
You couldn't shake it. Every glance in his direction sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through you, a reminder of the kiss, of the way his lips had moved against yours, demanding and tender all at once. The tension between you hadnât just simmeredâit was boiling over, and the thought of leaving it unresolved made your heart race.
As the rest of the team filtered out, leaving the office empty and quiet, you found yourself lingering by your desk, unable to shake the feeling that tonight wasnât over yet. And then, as if on cue, you felt him before you even saw himâHotchâs presence filling the room, his footsteps slow and deliberate as he approached.
When you looked up, your breath hitched at the sight of him. His tie was still loosened, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing the bandage on his arm from earlier. There was a slight shadow of exhaustion around his eyes, but it did nothing to dampen the intensity of his gaze.
He didnât say a word as he reached your desk, his eyes never leaving yours, and suddenly the air between you was thick with everything that had been left unsaid.
"Youâre still here," he finally said, his voice low and rough, laced with something that made your skin tingle.
"So are you," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, but the way he was looking at you made it nearly impossible. You swallowed, the tension between you two practically vibrating. "We need to finish this, donât we?"
Hotch didnât hesitate. His lips quirked into the faintest smile as he nodded, the movement slow and deliberate. "I think we do," he said, his voice dropping an octave. His gaze flicked to your lips for just a moment before meeting your eyes again, and you could see the unspoken question in themâare you ready for this?
You were.
He stood close, closer than he ever had before, his fingers brushing the back of your hand in a touch that seemed to linger just a little too long. He didnât say anything, but the way his gaze dropped to your lips and then flicked back to your eyes spoke volumes. It was a silent question, one he wasnât quite ready to put into words.
Without thinking, you leaned in, a slow, tentative movement that felt like testing the waters. His breath hitched, and just as your lips barely brushed his, he hesitatedâonly for a secondâbefore closing the distance, his kiss soft and controlled, as though he was savoring a secret heâd kept locked away for too long.
Hotch responded instantly, his good arm snaking around your waist and pulling you flush against him, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that made your head spin. His kiss was demanding, fierce like he was making up for every moment of restraint, every fight, every time heâd held back. His hand slid to the back of your neck, holding you to him, deepening the kiss as his tongue grazed your lower lip.
You let out a soft gasp, and he took the opportunity to take control, his tongue slipping past your lips in a way that sent a jolt of heat straight through you. You pressed against him harder, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt, desperate to get closer, to feel every inch of him.
He groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through your chest, and it was like something inside you snapped. You reached up, running your fingers through his hair, tugging just hard enough to make him pull back, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
"Careful," he warned, his voice rough and low, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and control. "Youâre playing with fire."
You smirked, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, "I thought you liked that."
His grip on your waist tightened, and before you could tease him again, he spun you around, pressing your back against the nearest wall with a swift, fluid movement that left you breathless. His body pinned you there, his chest rising and falling heavily as he stared down at you with an intensity that made your knees weak.
"I do," he murmured, his lips brushing against your jaw as his hand slid beneath your shirt, his fingers skimming over your skin in a way that made your pulse race. "But I donât think you know just how far Iâm willing to go."
You shivered under his touch, your breath hitching as his fingers grazed the curve of your waist, his lips tracing a hot path down the side of your neck. "Then show me," you whispered, barely able to form the words as the heat between you both threatened to overwhelm you.
Hotchâs lips curled into a wicked smile against your skin, and without another word, he kissed you againâharder this time, more demanding, more possessive. His hands explored your body with a hunger that matched your own, sliding beneath the fabric of your shirt, tracing every curve, every dip, until you were arching against him, desperate for more.
You tugged at his shirt, fingers fumbling to unbutton it as you kissed him back with just as much intensity, your heart pounding in your chest as the desire between you grew hotter, more insistent.
"Y/N," he groaned, his breath hot against your lips as you finally managed to push his shirt off his shoulders, your hands exploring the hard lines of his chest, the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers. "God, youâre going to drive me crazy."
You smiled against his mouth, tugging him closer. "Good," you breathed, your voice a mix of teasing and need. "Iâve been waiting for this."
He let out a low, rumbling laugh, his hands sliding down your body until they were gripping your hips, holding you tight against him as he kissed you again, harder, deeper. It felt like you were both caught in a storm, a whirlwind of desire that neither of you could control, and you didnât want to.
You didnât know how long the kiss lasted, how many times you lost yourself in the feel of his lips on yours, the heat of his body against yours. All you knew was that it wasnât enoughâit would never be enough.
When Hotch finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, your bodies pressed so close together you could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest. He stared down at you, his eyes dark and full of desire, but there was something else there tooâsomething deeper, something that went beyond the heat of the moment.
"You have no idea how long Iâve wanted this," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion, his forehead resting against yours as he tried to catch his breath.
You smiled, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "I think I do," you whispered, your voice soft, full of affection and heat.
For a moment, neither of you moved, the intensity of what had just happened settling between you like a silent promise. But the fire was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to burn even hotter.
The air in the bullpen was electric, the tension between you and Hotch almost crackling as you both stood there, chests heaving, lips swollen from the kiss youâd just shared. The reality of where you were hit you like a bucket of cold water, and you glanced around, grateful that the rest of the team had already gone home.
"Hotch," you said, voice still breathless, a hint of a smile tugging at your lips as you took in the sight of himâtie askew, shirt half-unbuttoned, looking thoroughly disheveled in a way youâd never seen before. "As much as Iâd love to continue this⊠display, Iâm pretty sure the FBI frowns upon public displays ofâwell, whatever this is."
He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest, his hand still resting on your waist, like he wasnât quite ready to let you go. "You make a good point," he said, his lips quirking up into that maddening smirk that drove you insane. "Wouldnât want to scandalize the rest of the team more than we already have."
You raised an eyebrow, giving him a teasing look. "Oh, I donât know," you said, a sly smile spreading across your face. "I think Morganâs probably got a running commentary ready for the next team meeting. Maybe we should give him more material."
Hotchâs smirk widened, a flash of mischief sparking in his eyes. "You really are trouble, arenât you?" he murmured, his fingers trailing lightly up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "I knew it the moment you walked into the BAU."
"You sure thatâs what you thought?" you shot back, your voice laced with challenge. "Because Iâm pretty sure the first thing you said to me was how I needed to 'fall in line' if I wanted to survive on this team."
Hotch let out a short laugh, the kind that sounded like he was finally letting himself enjoy this. "And youâve been driving me crazy ever since," he said, his voice softer, almost reverent, as his thumb brushed across your cheek. "In the best possible way."
You felt your cheeks flush, but you couldnât help the smile that broke across your face, the one you couldnât hide anymore. "You know," you said, tilting your head slightly, your tone shifting back to playful, "for a man who claims to be the master of control, you really have a habit of losing it around me."
He raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning almost predatory as he leaned in, his lips brushing just shy of your ear. "Oh, I haven't lost control yet," he whispered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that sent a shiver straight down your spine. "But keep pushing, and I might just have to show you what that really looks like."
Your breath hitched, and you had to fight the urge to pull him back into another kiss right then and there. Instead, you pressed your hand against his chest, pushing him back just slightly, a teasing smile playing on your lips. "Promises, promises, Hotchner," you said with a wink. "But youâre rightâwe should probably get out of here before this turns into an official FBI incident."
He chuckled, shaking his head slightly, but the fire in his eyes never dimmed. "My place or yours?" he asked, the question laced with a hint of playfulness that made your heart skip a beat.
You pretended to think about it for a moment, your lips quirking up into a sly grin. "Yours," you said decisively. "Wouldnât want you thinking Iâm too comfortable letting you into my world just yet. Gotta keep you on your toes."
Hotchâs eyes sparkled with amusement, his smirk widening into a full grin. "Ah, so weâre back to this, are we?" he said, shaking his head as if he couldnât quite believe how much he was enjoying this. "Fine. But donât think this means Iâm going to let you win our next argument."
You laughed, the sound coming out light and genuine, surprising even yourself. "Hotch," you said, leaning in close enough that your lips almost brushed his, "you never had a chance of winning. Iâve been three steps ahead of you since day one."
His expression softened, his eyes locking onto yours with that intensity that always made you feel like he was seeing right through you. "And thatâs exactly why Iâm not letting you out of my sight," he said, his voice rough with honesty. "Youâve already got me hooked."
Your teasing smile faltered for a heartbeat at the sincerity in his voice, and you felt the air between you shiftâdeepening into something more than just banter, more than the physical pull you couldnât resist. You reached up, cupping his jaw in your hand, and for a moment, you let yourself just look at himâthis man whoâd somehow become everything you never knew you needed.
"You coming or what, Hotchner?" you finally said, pulling back just enough to flash him a challenging smile, the one he loved to see on your face.
He let out a breath, his smile softening into something almost tender. "Oh, Iâm coming," he said, taking your hand in his, lacing his fingers with yours as he pulled you toward the elevator. "And donât think for a second that Iâm letting you out of my sight."
As the elevator doors closed behind you, the teasing banter between you faded into silence, replaced by a different kind of tensionâone that promised tonight was only the beginning of something that neither of you could walk away from now.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The car ride to Hotchâs apartment was silent but not the uncomfortable kind. It was the kind of silence that crackled with tension, filled with every word neither of you dared to speak aloud. Every glance he stole in your direction made your pulse quicken; every brush of his hand against yours made your breath hitch just a little. You were both wound tight, like two live wires sparking dangerously close.
When you finally reached his place, Hotch opened the door with a practiced calm, but you could see the fire still simmering just beneath his composed exterior. He let you step inside first, and the second the door clicked shut behind you, something seemed to shift between youâa silent understanding that whatever happened next would change everything.
"You know," you said, turning to face him, your voice teasing but your smile almost too genuine, "I never thought Iâd end up here, with you, of all people."
Hotch raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he took a slow step toward you. "Trust me," he said, his voice low and rough, "I never planned on it either. But somehow, youâve got a way of turning my plans upside down."
You let out a breathless laugh, the kind that felt like a release of all the pent-up tension between you. "I guess I have a knack for getting under your skin, huh?" you teased, taking a step closer to him, so close now that you could feel the heat radiating off his body.
"Under my skin?" Hotch murmured, his gaze darkening as he reached out, his hand cupping your cheek with a tenderness that made your heart skip a beat. "Youâve done a lot more than that."
He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from yours, the anticipation almost unbearable. But before he could close the distance, you pulled back slightly, a mischievous smile playing on your lips.
"Easy there, Hotchner," you said, a teasing lilt in your voice. "Are you sure you can handle this? I wouldnât want you to lose control on me now."
He let out a low chuckle, shaking his head, and in one swift movement, he had you pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of your head, caging you in. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath against your lips, warm and teasing. "Oh, Iâm more than ready," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "but donât think for a second that Iâm letting you call the shots tonight."
Before you could muster a retort, his lips crashed onto yours, the kiss fierce and consuming, a raw release of everything youâd both been holding back. This wasnât the careful, testing kiss from beforeâthis was a battle of wills, a clash of all the fire and passion that had been building between you for so long.
You responded just as fiercely, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him closer, your mouth opening under his, desperate to taste every inch of him. His hands slid to your hips, gripping tight as he pressed his body against yours, pinning you to the wall in a way that left no space between you.
You pulled back just enough to catch your breath, your lips brushing against his as you whispered, "Come on, Hotchner, thatâs the best you can do? I thought youâd at least make me work for it."
His eyes flashed with something wild and hungry, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, voice rough like gravel, "Iâm just getting started."
Without another word, he scooped you up in his arms, his grip firm yet gentle, and carried you through the hallway, his lips never straying far from yours. He kicked open the door to his bedroom, the darkness of the room swallowed up by the heat between you two. He set you down on the bed with a deliberate slowness, his eyes drinking you in like he was memorizing every detail.
"You have no idea how much youâve messed with my head," he said, his voice a mix of frustration and longing as he leaned over you, his fingers brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "How many nights Iâve spent wanting you, hating you for making me feel this way."
You reached up, cupping his face in your hands, your thumb tracing the line of his jaw. "Believe me," you said softly, all the teasing gone from your voice, "I know exactly how you feel."
Hotch's expression shifted then, something raw and unguarded flickering in his eyes, and he crashed his lips onto yours again, this time with a desperation that bordered on reverence. He kissed you like he was pouring all his unspoken words into itâall the frustration, the longing, the need that heâd kept buried for so long.
You tugged at his shirt, pulling it off him in one swift motion, and his hands followed suit, sliding under your top, lifting it over your head with a quick, impatient motion. His fingers traced the bare skin of your waist, sending shivers down your spine as he drank in the sight of you like he was seeing something heâd been waiting for his entire life.
"You make this harder than it needs to be," he said, his voice a rough whisper against your lips, his hands caressing your skin with a touch that was both tender and possessive. "But I wouldnât have it any other way."
"Good," you murmured, your lips brushing his as you smiled, that fiery spark still dancing in your eyes. "Because Iâm not done driving you crazy yet."
His answering laugh was low and rough, a sound that made your toes curl. "Bring it on," he growled, his mouth crashing onto yours once more, claiming you with a kiss that left no room for doubt, no space for second-guessing.
This wasnât just a moment. This was everythingâthe culmination of all the fights, the banter, the fire you had both sparked from the beginning. The dance had finally peaked, and you knew there was no going back now.
As he pulled you closer, his hands mapping every inch of your body with a hunger that matched your own, you realized that you didnât want to go back. Not to the arguments, not to the distance, not to the days of pretending this wasnât inevitable.
Whatever this wasâthis fire, this madness, this undeniable connectionâyou were both all in, ready to let it burn as bright and as hot as it needed to.
And as his lips moved over yours, the night stretching out ahead of you, one thought echoed in your mind with a clarity that was impossible to ignore: This was only the beginning.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
The first light of dawn crept through the blinds of Hotchâs bedroom, casting soft shadows across the room. You blinked awake, a lazy smile spreading across your face as the events of the night slowly came rushing backâhow it had started with teasing banter and ended with the two of you tangled together in ways that left no room for ambiguity.
You turned your head slightly to see Hotch lying next to you; his face softened in sleep, a look of peacefulness that you rarely saw on him. The lines of stress and worry that usually creased his brow were smoothed out, his breathing even and slow. At this moment, he looked almost boyish, vulnerable in a way that made your heart squeeze just a little.
Careful not to wake him, you let yourself watch him for a moment longer, taking in this rare sight of Aaron Hotchnerânot the stoic leader of the BAU, not your sparring partner in the bullpen, but just a man whoâd let his walls down for you.
Just then, Hotchâs eyes fluttered open, and the soft sleepiness was quickly replaced by that intense gaze that never failed to set your pulse racing. He gave you a small, almost shy smileâa look you hadnât seen on him before and one that did dangerous things to your heart.
"Morning," he said, his voice low and rough from sleep, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle, almost reverent.
"Morning," you replied, unable to keep the smile from your face as you met his gaze. "So, about last nightâŠ"
A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he raised an eyebrow in that infuriatingly charming way of his. "You mean the part where you practically tackled me against the wall or the part where you admitted youâve been three steps ahead of me this whole time?"
You let out a breathy laugh, rolling your eyes playfully. "Oh, please," you said, leaning in slightly. "If I recall correctly, you were the one who said you were 'just getting started,' Hotchner."
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made your stomach flip. "TouchĂ©," he said, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your bare shoulder. "But I have to say, if this is what happens when we stop fighting, Iâm not sure I want to go back."
You paused, the teasing smile fading slightly as you looked at him, something softer, more vulnerable settling in your chest. "Youâre really okay with this?" you asked, your voice quieter now, the question carrying more weight than you intended.
Hotchâs expression shifted, the playfulness giving way to something deeper, something that spoke of sincerity and warmth. He reached out, taking your hand in his, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. "More than okay," he said softly, his eyes locked on yours. "I know this changes everything, and that scares me a littleâbut not as much as the thought of pretending this didnât mean something."
You opened your mouth to respond, but he stopped you with a gentle press of his lips against yoursâa kiss that was so different from the ones last night. It was soft, slow, like he was savoring the taste of something heâd finally allowed himself to have.
When he pulled back, you gave him a lopsided smile, your voice teasing but with a hint of tenderness. "You know, for a guy who spent so much time trying to get me to fall in line, youâre awfully good at breaking your own rules."
Hotch let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head. "Maybe Iâve always been a little too good at breaking them when it comes to you," he said, a hint of that old mischief dancing in his eyes. "Besides, itâs only fairâyouâve been breaking down my walls from the start."
You arched an eyebrow, smirking at him. "Who knew all it took to get through to the great Aaron Hotchner was a little bit of sass and a lot of stubbornness?"
"Trust me," he said, his smile turning soft, almost shy again, "itâs more than just the sass and stubbornness. Youâve always had a way of seeing through the tough exterior, straight to the heart of it all. Even when I didnât want you to."
The sincerity in his words made your heart skip a beat, and for once, you found yourself speechless. You stared at him, the man who had always seemed so distant, so unreachable, now lying here beside you with his guard completely down.
"You know," you said finally, your voice barely more than a whisper, "I didnât expect this to happen."
"Neither did I," Hotch admitted, his hand tightening around yours, "but Iâm not sorry it did."
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. "Iâm not sure how weâre going to explain this to the team. You know theyâll never let us live it down."
A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. "Oh, Iâm counting on it," he said, leaning in closer until his lips were just a breath away from yours. "Besides, Iâm pretty sure they already have us pegged as the bickering married couple of the team. This will just confirm their suspicions."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât help the smile that crept onto your face. "Oh great, so now weâre giving them material for years to come. Just what I needed."
Hotch chuckled, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that was playful and sweet yet still carrying that hint of fire that never seemed to go away. "Well, if weâre going to give them something to talk about," he murmured against your lips, "we might as well make it worth their while."
You raised an eyebrow, your smile turning into a smirk as you gave him a light shove. "Youâre impossible, you know that?"
He grinned, pulling you back into his arms, his voice a low whisper against your ear. "And you wouldnât have it any other way."
You realized he was right. You wouldnât have it any other way. The fire, the fights, the laughterâit was all a part of what had led you here, to this moment, to him.
And as the morning light continued to filter through the window, warming the room, you knew that whatever happened next, you and Hotch were in it together.
And that was more than enough.
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
Walking into the BAU the next morning felt differentâlike the air itself had changed. As you and Hotch stepped into the bullpen, you couldnât help the way your shoulders brushed, the way his gaze lingered on you just a moment longer than usual. The two of you had agreed to keep things professional, at least while on the job, but there was an undeniable shift between youâlike a secret that wasnât much of a secret at all.
As you both moved to your respective desks, trying your best to look like everything was perfectly normal, you were acutely aware of the way the team's eyes tracked your every move. Morgan and JJ were huddled near the coffee station, grinning like they were in on the worldâs biggest joke, while Garciaâs jaw practically hit the floor the second she spotted you two.
"Well, well, well," Morgan said, straightening up with a grin so wide it looked like it might split his face in two. "If it isnât the lovebirds gracing us with their presence. How was the night, you two?"
You rolled your eyes, a hint of a smirk tugging at your lips. "Please," you said with a dismissive wave of your hand, "you act like this is something new. Weâve been driving each other crazy for months."
"Oh, trust me, we noticed," JJ chimed in, her grin just as wide as Morganâs. "But judging by the way you two walked in this morning, Iâm guessing the banter took a⊠different turn last night?"
Hotch, ever the picture of composure, adjusted his tie as if this was just another day at the office. "Iâm not sure what youâre implying, JJ," he said in that calm, collected tone of his, though you could see the hint of a smile tugging at his lips.
"Oh, come on, Hotch," Garcia said, practically bouncing on her toes with excitement. "So, anything new happening here that we should know about?
"Remind me to never play poker with any of you," you said dryly, raising an eyebrow at the lot of them. "You canât hide anything."
Morgan leaned against his desk, crossing his arms with a knowing smirk. "And here I thought the toughest thing to crack in this office was the newest unsub," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Turns out, it was the two of you."
Hotch offered a small, controlled smile, giving Morgan a pointed look but saying nothing, his silence more telling than any words.
"Exactly," you said, turning to Hotch with a grin. "Might as well own up to the fact that Iâve been right all along, and youâve been falling behind since day one."
"Oh, is that how you remember it?" Hotch replied, raising an eyebrow in challenge. "I seem to recall you being the one who couldnât keep up."
You felt a laugh bubbling up, the banter between you as natural as ever, but now it was tinged with something lighter, something softer. "Keep telling yourself that, Hotchner," you said, crossing your arms with a teasing smile. "We both know Iâm the one whoâs three steps ahead."
Morgan let out a loud laugh, shaking his head. "Oh, this is going to be fun to watch," he said. "You two are never going to stop, are you?"
Hotch gave Morgan a look that was both calm and controlled, but there was a slight softening at the corner of his mouth, a hint of a smile that only you would recognize. "Let's try to keep it professional," he said in his usual authoritative tone, though you could see the glimmer of amusement hidden in his eyes.
You couldnât help but smirk at his response, the challenge still present between you even if he wasnât openly saying it. "Of course, Hotch," you said with a touch of mock seriousness. "I wouldnât dream of making things too easy for you."
Hotchâs lips twitched ever so slightly, almost imperceptibly, as he turned back to his desk, his expression as unreadable as ever to the rest of the team. But in that brief glance, you saw itâthe silent promise, the unspoken words that lingered between you: this is far from over.
The rest of the team exchanged amused glances, their smiles wide and knowing. It was clear that this was the moment theyâd all been waiting for, the confirmation of what theyâd suspected for far too long.
As the team gradually settled back into their usual routine, you felt Hotchâs hand brush lightly against yours, a subtle touch that sent a thrill through you. You turned to look at him, and he gave you a small, private smileâa look that was meant only for you.
"Think you can handle the rest of the day without causing too much trouble?" he asked, his tone teasing but his eyes warm.
"I donât know," you said, leaning in just a little closer, your voice a soft whisper only he could hear. "Trouble seems to be the one thing Iâm really good at."
Hotchâs smile widened, and he shook his head slightly, a glimmer of affection in his eyes. "Good," he said softly. "Because I have a feeling weâre just getting started."
And as the day carried on, with the team throwing you both teasing looks and sly smiles, you knew that things were never going to be the same again. The banter, the fire, the argumentsâthey were still there, but now they were wrapped in something new, something deeper.
And this time, you were both all in, ready to face whatever came next together.
The worst-kept secret in the BAU was out, and you wouldnât have it any other way.
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